#this game is about fucking cookies yet there's such dark themes
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Cookie Run Kingdom is hilarious to me, because the plot goes from "Silly cake puppy steals a crown from cookies and funny hijinks to retrieve it ensue~" to "There was a war where literally hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of cookies died. And now not only are we on the brink of another war like it, but if we also lose said war the world will be covered in darkness and everyone will die."
#shitpost#cookie run kingdom#crk#like fr shit gets dark FAST#the opening cutscene depects cookie crumbs everywhere with the ancient heroes commenting on how they can smell the scent of burnt butter#and Strawberry jam#they were basically saying they smelt the cookie equivalent of 'burning flesh and blood'#this game is about fucking cookies yet there's such dark themes#like corruption and unhealthy family dynamics#hell there was even a character storyline that was basically like 'death is inevitable and you can't do shit about it'
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All I Want
hawks x reader one shot
Rating: Teen
Tags: romance, fluff, holiday themed
Summary: You struggle to come up with the perfect gift for Keigo...
xmas fic exchange for @lou-struck!
word count: 2k
All I Want
He hated flying in the snow. Keigo never said it, but you could tell.
He would walk through the door and the first thing you noticed was his wings, slumped down with fatigue, feathers falling out everywhere. And even then, Hawks seemed to not care. He would just step inside with a hidden smile.
It was small, but there was more feeling in it than any other smile he's ever had on patrol. You could see it lying underneath; soft, calm, almost vulnerable, now that you think about it.
You told yourself, He's just happy to be inside.
Selfishly, you liked to believe you're the only one who's seen it; the subtle glow of light that waves through Keigo's face when he takes that first step in.
You know it's a fantasy, but you've long decided that it didn't matter anyway. The smile alone was enough, and you would do anything to keep seeing it.
But then your eyes would travel to the dark circles under his eyes. Then to his hair, wild and damp, sprinkled with snow. Then finally, the wings, with the lower feathers dragging on the floor, the upper half ruffled from the cold.
It was enough to break your heart. Especially when you knew Keigo didn't need to be here.
So you tried to make it as easy as possible for him. You always had towels folded neatly by the door. You added more blankets to drape over the couch. You started plating cookies on a regular basis, and you even started making hot cocoa around the time Keigo always showed up.
And despite the teasing persistence of your friends, you honestly weren't trying to win him over or anything. You really just wanted him to do nothing. Nothing but eat, drink, and relax. Breathe.
You had a feeling Keigo was catching onto you, but he didn't say anything, at least not yet. He would act cheerfully sly, play along with your game, and when you peeked a glance at him, you would catch it- the smile again, full and unhindered.
You told Keigo to take it easy, to take more breaks in between patrols. You even told him he didn't have to visit so much, if need be. He could just go to his own place after work. You would understand.
But he didn’t listen. Instead, Keigo just pinched your cheek affectionately.
Don't worry about me, little bird. I'm doing just fine.
And of course, that only made you more stubborn to make things easier for him.
One particular night, you noticed his wings were particularly droopier than usual, and so you suggested using a blow dryer on them.
And oh, how that will live in your brain.
Keigo, sighing and melting against you, as his feathers ruffled with bliss, absolutely entranced by the hot hair breezing through his wings.
And even though the sheer memory had you fluttering into little pieces, you told yourself, it's nothing.
You would go to do simple things; toss him a blanket, grab him a mug, a cookie. And through the actions, you found yourself begging again, Take a break. Just one day off.
And Keigo would pat your head, telling you again.
It's the job, chickadee. I'm fine.
Just the curse of being Number Two.
But then, again, you would see the self-sacrifice harboring within him. The lines of exhaustion etched onto his face as Keigo passed out on the couch, too tired to wake up.
Your decision was made as you threw the blanket over him, his feathers fluttering slightly as you did so.
You were getting him something for the holidays. Something just for him, dammit.
You asked Keigo about it once, and of course, he just smiled, saying your company more than enough…
Fuck! How was that supposed to help you?!
You guess you could try something for the cold; a scarf, a hat, a jacket… but then, Keigo had more than enough of that stuff from his agency. Maybe there was something you could buy for his wings?
You tried searching on the internet but of course, everything you found would just affect his flying. There was nothing you could get that would help him. And then again, if there really was something, wouldn't the agency have come up with it already?
You could try getting his favorite coffee or candy. That would be a safe bet, but… you wanted something sentimental. He's Hawks, the Winged Hero, dammit. What the hell could you give him that he didn't already have?
Diving into your regular holiday rituals of decorating and baking, you pondered over it helplessly, until you got to the point where you were absolutely, completely and utterly, stumped. Brain dead.
You couldn't think of anything.
Getting your home ready for the holidays suddenly felt sour. You finally had someone to share it with, and you couldn't even think of anything to get him. All you could do was just, be there, bumbling around like an idiot while Keigo-
"Ack!" you screamed, cut out from your own mumbling thoughts as Keigo perched in front of your window, scaring the shit out of you.
He smiled at you and waved.
You huffed, grumpily taking off your apron before going to meet him at the door.
And yet, you still found yourself smiling when opening the door.
"Hey."
"Hey!" he called back joyfully.
And again, that smile was almost enough to brighten your mood. You felt yourself start to relax, sink into the fact that Keigo was here again.
But then you caught the mischievous look in his eye.
"What?" you asked suspiciously, crossing your arms.
But Keigo just moved around you, heading into the kitchen for cookies. His wings were tucked securely behind him, shielding his back, the bottom feathers dragging on the floor.
You sighed defeatedly and followed, heading into the kitchen to find Keigo already polishing off a cookie.
His one arm was precariously hidden behind his back.
You leaned against the wall. "So… whatcha got there?"
"Oh, nothing much," Keigo told you with a mouth full of cookie, crumbs falling down the corners of his mouth.
And then he set that stupid smile on you again, making your stomach flip with excitement but also churn with dread.
Keigo got you a gift.
And you had nothing for him.
Fuuuuuuck, you could facepalm yourself right now.
"Keigo, listen-" you sighed, deciding to confess it now before the real embarrassment began, "- you really don't have to get me anything. Really. I couldn't even get anything for you!"
"But I already bought it!" he defended, holding up the box for you. It was small, fitting easily into the palm of his hand, wrapped prettily in shiny red paper- as red as his wings, you noted- and tied together with a glittery gold bow.
It was way too small to be something like a candle, or a new set of kitchen utensils, or anything else you would freely accept as a gift.
No, you thought, feeling your stomach drop.
It's jewelry.
"Really, Keigo. You don't have to. It's too much," you told him, shooing away the gift.
"You haven't even seen it yet. At least open it first," Keigo reasoned, charming his way in. "I did wrap it myself, you know…"
And even though he appeared cocky, the look in his eyes was so pleading, you found breaking. You hesitated.
"Okay," you finally sighed, holding out your hand for the gift.
Keigo looked so proud of himself as he gave you the box, but all you could do was catch the sad sight of his feathers again, now noticing that he was missing quite a few. There were also some tears in his jacket…
"Do you want to change first?" you offered. "I'm sure it was a long patrol. Don't you-"
"You're not getting out of this, little bird," Keigo told you affectionately, but there was also a tone of finality behind it. He was putting his foot down.
You unwrapped the gift, eyes still warily glued to the wings. Then you felt the velvet box in your hand, it's smooth surface prompting you to admire it for a moment before opening it cautiously.
You were pleasantly surprised to see it was a necklace, the slim gold chain swooping down to reveal a small pendant of a songbird, small and reflective, matching its link effortlessly. And, you had to admit, the bird looked cute, with its tiny little body in mid-flight.
"Thank you. I love it," you honestly told him, relieved to see that it wasn't some extravagant, overly expensive piece infused with diamonds or whatever. You really did love it. You could imagine yourself wearing it everyday, actually.
"Here." Keigo gently took the box from you, watching with amusement as your smile naturally grew across your face. He worked through the paper and ties holding the necklace together and held it out for you when it was finally free, motioning for you to turn around.
You followed, feeling the cool metal drape around your collarbone, Keigo's fingers brushing the back of your neck lightly.
You turned back around, but he stayed in place, still close to you as he admired his gift proudly, cautiously adjusting it so that the bird rested on the center of your chest. As he did so, you caught the warmth radiating from in eyes, even though the rest of him was cold. You knew. You could feel it. But Keigo didn't show it nor did he care, his eyes staying on you dearly. Lovingly.
And you couldn't even get him anything. You're such a terrible friend.
"Aw, crap," you cried, guilt instantly crushing you. You turned away from him.
"Hey, hey, hey! What's wrong, little bird?" Keigo asked, panicked yet gentle as he moved to grab your shoulder, getting you to look back at him. He huffed softly in amusement. "Is it really that bad?"
You shook your head, eyes stinging slightly with tears. "I really couldn't get you anything. I'm so sorry, Keigo."
"C'mon now," he crooned, tucking your head into his chest as he trapped you in a hug. You had a feeling if his wings weren't in the state they were in, he would hold them up around you, securing you in him. "It's alright, little bird. Really. It's a gift just to come home with you."
"Home?" you asked timidly, muffled by the hold he had on you. Keiho loosened his grip so you could look up at him. You suddenly felt shy, hearing the word.
He really didn't mean that, did he?
"Yeah, home." Keigo smiled fully, tightening his arms back around you. "More so than my place anyway."
And the almost sad, almost pained strain on his face made you realize, Keigo wasn't just coming over for company. He actually felt at peace here, with you. It was what you wanted all along. And now that you actually had it, it all suddenly became clear.
You moved out of his grasp to go to a nearby drawer. You opened and rummaged through it for a moment before you found it.
And there it was
You held it out for him to see, your own proudful smile gracing your features.
A key, shiny and silver. A perfect opposite to your necklace.
"Since you like it here so much," you joked shyly, carefully placing the key into his palm.
And the secret look of happiness Keigo always wore suddenly magnified. It was warm. Real. No longer was the cool facade of Hawks there. Right now, you were just seeing Keigo. One hundred percent.
The smile you were fighting for.
You don't know who moved first, but suddenly you're wrapped up in Keigo. You, holding onto the lapels of his jacket, and him, wrapping his arms around your lower back. The both of you felt your lips clash together desperately, deeply, the both of you finally expressing all of your worry and needing and love into this one final move.
It was a dream come true for you.
Eventually, you both broke away, almost timidly, but you still remained close, foreheads touching as Keigo smiled down at you and you up at him.
'Thank you for the present, little bird," he murmured to you.
"No problem," you joked quietly before moving to kiss him again. "Welcome home."
#hawks x reader#keigo takami x reader#takami keigo x reader#keigo x reader#keigo x y/n#hawks x y/n#hawks fluff#keigo fluff#catduet writes#takami keigo x y/n#keigo takami x y/n
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(losing my fucking mind rn tumblr closed out on me and made me have to rewrite this ask from the beginning 😞😞)
but anyways!!! obedient sitting on johns lap, dozing off in their heavily decorated house (he bought her every holiday themed decoration her lil heart desires, the theme of their house is light and snowy with white tinsel and pretty garlands and fairy lights around every corner, accenting the dark wood floors and oak furniture perfectly <3) the smell of cocoa heavy in the background. price never ever lets her drink, but tonight is an exception. shes cupping a mug of peppermint schnapps in her little hands, sipping on it slowly and price laughs so hard at the sight of his good girl being tipsy, the vibrations of it rumbling through his chest and slightly jostling her; but shes too sleepy and warm, almost asleep from the combination of her keepers big burly arms wrapped around her and the heat in the house being cranked due to the cold outside. shes chatty today, probably because of the drink but mainly because of how excited she is to finally see her owner again. they talk about their days, share stories about childhood holiday experiences (she cant seem to remember hers though..), share lots of little kisses and snuggle each other; watching various winter themed hallmark movies and giggling about how corny they are (she secretly loves them and more than once, price catches her peering up at him from her place on his lap; her big doe eyes staring at him in adoration) shes more than a little drunk when she ends up falling asleep on him in front of the roaring fire. he chuckles to himself and kisses her head, shifting just barely to keep from waking her; as he grabs a big plush throw (one she picked out!!!!!) and spreads it out over them. they wake up the next morning, tangled together and faintly smelling of mint and his cologne. they both get up to go potty a little while after price nags obedient enough; and her legs feel like mush from sleeping on the couch overnight. (even if she technically slept on price, EVEN though their couch could count as a small twin sized bed its so big and cushy) its okay though, because price is off for a week and has time to help his kept bake and cook all day!!!! (rare holiday leave<3, he might get called in but god help whoever he has to face if it means taking away from the time he has with his babygirl) they make lots of cookies, end up feeding each other half of them before they even get to icing them (!!!!! they make a game out of it, seeing who can get more of the unused icing on the others face !!!!!!!!!!!); and price hasnt seen his pet this happy; ever. if only he had time off all the time!!! oh. oh. he wont bring it up just yet, but retiring is starting to sound like a good idea…
-🎄🎄anon (happy holidays love!!!!!!!)
Oh I hate when tumblr does that, you’re a trooper for rewriting it. Fun fact, if my computer doesn’t save something I’ve written, I just about abandon the whole project. It’s only happened a couple times, but it drives me a special kind of crazy.
Now for this little Drabble I’m utterly obsessed with. 🎄🎄?? This is brilliant. Ever since @ceilidho made that bear!price fic, I’ve been yearning to just hibernate through the damn winter with this man. I love everything about this, no notes. Just a deep deep need to have this experience.
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Uhh random thoughts. Hosts and their fav attractions at the Disney parks bc Disney theme park attractions and history was a special interest of mine for 3 years (btw FUCK Disney obviously im just putting these hcs here bc despite its no longer a special interest I am still nerdy as hell about the theme parks specifically and I like to give characters favorite rides)
Cookie: this man seems like a thrill ride seeker. He will go on as many extreme rides as possible until he eventually has to go to the bathroom to throw up from motion sickness. I have the feel he’d like the Tower of Terror. He’d probably drag Schmitty on it despite Schmitty seems like the type to be absolutely TERRIFIED of drop rides. (He’ll go on anything else tho)
Buzz: okay call it obvious but Buzz Lightyear (and whatever the hell other name they give it istg it’s the same ride but they all have different names at every park). Tell me Buzz WOULDN’T like the LASER SHOOTER GAME RIDE. He probably thinks it’s cool as hell and would challenge others with beating his score. Nobody wins against Buzz.
Nate: this ride is defunct and no longer exists (unfortunately bc I think it’s awesome) but Extra-Terror-estrial Alien Encounter. Something tells me Nate’s weird little interest in conspiracy theories would lead to him liking the REALLY DARK lowkey horror attraction about a transportation device sending a violent alien into the room and characters getting attacked by it. (Btw if you don’t know what the ride is, look it up, its awesome) He’d probably take Buzz on this one and Buzz would be terrified with all the screaming from both the crowd being scared and the characters getting killed by the alien while Nate is having the time of his life lmao. Anyway, unfortunately since Alien Encounter no longer exists, I guess I’ll just say that Nate’s other favorite ride would be Rock N’ Roller Coaster. (Unfortunately, Buzz finds that ride too extreme for his liking as well so Buzz would NOT have fun getting dragged onto there by Nate)
Schmitty: without even thinking about The Lost Gold, I feel like he’d like Pirates of the Caribbean. Idk I Just get that vibe from him. That and he’d also probably like Soarin’ because he’d find it REALLY relaxing (the soft breeze the ride gives ya plus the calm movements and nice visuals and smells) can you tell I want Schmitty to have time to relax and be all chill yet. (Anyway projecting here but considering It’s a Small World is referenced TWICE in The Lost Gold, I headcanon Schmitty secretly likes the ride. It’s not his favorite but he likes it. Shhh I want the funny man to at least somewhat like my interests too)
Guy: Guy also seems like the type to like thrill rides as well (but he’d be able to TELL when hes getting motion sick unlike Cookie) but he also seems like the type to like rides with music that’d get at least somewhat stuck in his head, so while I can’t REALLY decide I guess the closest option is Guardians of the Galaxy: Cosmic Rewind, because it’s a roller coaster that has the chance to play one out of seven songs while the ride goes on. (Fun fact actually I’ve been on it before and it’s literally the only roller coaster I can stomach (i hate coasters) and it played Everybody Wants to Rule the World lmao)
Bonus, REDACTED: The Haunted Mansion. I think we can all agree on that. He’d be upset that the ghosts on the ride aren’t real, though.
#ydkj headcanons#you don’t know jack#ydkj#cookie masterson#josh schmitty schmitstinstein#schmitty#guy towers#buzz lippman#nate shapiro#headcanons#jackbox games#tmp redacted#tmp host
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Chapter 3: c’est la vie
Monday.
There is a woman shouting in her face. She deserves it. Everything the woman is saying about her is true. She’s low. She’s trash. She’s a home-wrecker. Dave is going to be pissed. How stupid of her; leaving strands of blonde-colored curls in the drain. She knew better.
Shocking it even took his wife this long to find out.
Shrugging her off, she walks past the angry woman, continuing on her way to work. To please yet another woman’s husband. She can’t be late today.
"You hear me? Stay away from my family!"
Sure thing, Mrs. Sure thing.
Tuesday.
She’s dancing on her bed, swaying back and forth with a bottle of the good shit in her hand as Rent's theme song plays. It's only a commercial on TV, but fuck, it's still so good.
"How do you measure, indeed." She tips the bottle to the screen and take a swig before plopping down. There is a small child’s dream on the bedspread. Nothing too great, candy and poptarts and popcorn. Dave hasn't called and she’s a little worried. Cash is running low and she only has one set on stage this week. Payment is due on her room.
She reaches back and grabs a joint that sat on top of the dresser. Moving to sit on the counter in the bathroom and sparking it up, turning on the ventilator with a pointed toe. She checks her face in the mirror and presses her fingers to the dark patches that grew under her eyes.
"Pretty as a picture." She rests the smoke on her lips and pulls out her phone. That bill would also be due.
Cals number is number three on her speed dial. She presses the key on her cell-phone and is relieved when she hears his voice.
"I need some dates. Dave is MIA." He doesn't ask what happened. It's not his job. He gets her private jobs and some dates on stage that will give her what she needs.
He's a good friend.
Wednesday.
This guy is not as gentle as Dave. He likes bondage and spanking. He doesn't give pet names and he degrades as he fucks her. He wants her to look at him as he tells her the truth about herself the whole time. Calling her every name under the sun. She is a whore. She’s nothing. She’s desperate. He's twice Dave’s size, in every area, and it hurts. He's paying twice as much, but she wants out.
She wants him out.
Thursday.
She’s with another man. This one? She meets on her way back to her motel from work. He is odd. Different. He asks for her time, and pays her nothing. She goes because he is brave to ask. They play some arcade games that he pays for. They eat food that he pays for. They talk, and he is odd.
He doesn’t let her go back to the motel, not for the reasons that are usual to her. He wants her to be safe. The motel is safe for her. She knows no one, and no one knows her. The people that reside there couldn’t afford her, and the last place she would be sought after from the type of men who could afford her would be this shitty motel. Still he insists. He is odd.
They have a good night.
Friday.
She lays listlessly in bed, watching the light grow dim in the room. She doesn't have the TV on and it’s quiet. Her stomach rumbles, but she’s too too tired to move. It won't stop. She roll over and closes her eyes, but it begs for attention. So shoes are on and she’s up and moving. Her feet drag and the walk seems so long. She buys a hot dog from one vendor and a meatball sandwich from another. She sits on the street curb and eats both, not caring about who is looking at her. She’s not homeless, fuck them.
There is a bakery across the street and a hot beverage sounds good, right now. It's fucking cold and not even the expensive coat Dave bought her is heavy enough. She climb to her feet and makes her way over. It smells sugary and sweet inside. There is a perky cashier behind the counter who is annoying and way too happy. She orders a hot chocolate and takes a seat by the window. It burns her lips and makes her shiver, but it’s good.
She thinks about going back and ordering a cookie, but there are too many people in line and she is not desperate enough. The paper cup warms her hands as she holds it. Maybe a brownie? She looks back to the counter and debates again. Her eyes then catch another set of eyes as she turns her head.
He looks away at first; caught. It takes her a minute, but as she look down at his shoes, she recognizes him. His eyes come back to her and she feels pissed off. She’s had stalkers before, but this was just…annoying. She would fuck him, he just had to say it. Tell her you want it. Rather than doing…this.
You know?
She gets up and walks to his table. He shifts uncomfortably, trying to keep his eyes on his laptop, but fails as she takes a seat.
“A hundred bucks will make this a lot easier. For both of us, Creep.”
His eyes are offended.
"I didn't mean to stare. I just thought you looked familiar and I was trying to place where I knew you from," he apologizes.
"This is the third time I have seen you where I have been. You really think I am buying that shit?"
He squints, looking confused. "Two."
"No, Creep. Three. The corner store, the cemetery and here. I can count. Three."
The man shakes his head. "I don't remember seeing you at the cemetery."
"Yeah well, I remember you, Mr. Shiny Shoes. You were there."
"Well it's a strange coincidence," he concludes.
"If you want something, just say it. I'm the real deal. You get what you pay for. I don't play games and don't worry about the Wifey. I don't need that drama anymore than you do."
He sighs and closes the lid to his laptop. "What is your name?"
"Whatever you like." She expects him to play along, but he looks unamused. She rolls her eyes, giving him a fake. “Samantha.”
He nods. "That's a lovely name. I'm Gabriel, Samantha.” He knows it’s a fake. She sees it in his stare. He offers his hand, but she doesn’t shake it. "I'm not stalking you, nor do I want any…favors. It's just a misunderstanding I'm afraid."
"Uh-huh. Just know this, Gabriel. Next time I see you where I am, I am calling my friend Cal and telling him all about these little ‘misunderstands’. I'd watch where you go from now on, if I were you."
Gabriel calls her name as she stands up. “Samantha? I come here on Fridays, usually. Sometimes on the weekend, too. I can't give you a time, though. It varies."
She considers herself warned.
Saturday.
There is a stick that cannot be right, but the Hotline number says it is. She stares at it and can't breathe. She wonders of the names of the men she’s been with and tries to recall mistakes. Mistakes. They were all mistakes right? She counts backwards and tries to match the date with the person, but…she can’t.
There are just too many.
Sunday.
She is fucked. She is so fucked. There is a parasite inside of her and she is so fucked. She walks with a strict purpose towards the Women's Clinic and steps inside. She has never messed up this badly before. She is careful. She uses only men who are wealthy and clean and dignified. She is chanting words in her head. All eyes turn to her as the door closes. The room is quiet and full. She doesn't know what to do.
There is a window and a counter and a chart. She walks towards it, slowly. The woman asks her to sign in and she automatically writes her fake name. Her father would be so ashamed. She takes a seat, unable to focus on another clipboard the receptionist handed her.
The woman to her left has three children climbing all over her. She tries to smile and not seem annoyed, but one of them is stepping on her toes and it is highly fucking annoying.
"Your first?" The mother asks and she nods slowly. "My limit is three. There's no way I am going for four."
Oh.
"Have you done this before?" she whispers to the mother.
"Once. Accidents happen, ya know?"
A nurse calls her in and she hasn’t finished her paperwork. It doesn't seem to matter. She asks her a series of questions and explains to her what will happen. The color must be gone from her face; She feels nothing there. Her fingertips are ice cold and numb. The nurse leaves and says she will be back.
She looks around the room. It smells like alcohol. Not the good kind. Sterile. The paper crunches under her as she shifts. It sounds ridiculously loud against the quiet. She tries to stay still, but cannot.
She thinks of the woman in the waiting room. Her child's face.
She gets up and leaves before the nurse returns.
Monday.
She feels this thing all the time. It is not noticeable to unknowing eyes, but she feels it. She knows it's there. It begs her for food and sleep. She wants to give it nothing. She needs to dance and make money. She has nothing left from the John earlier this week and that fuck Dave is officially gone.
She is at the club, but she’s scared to death someone will notice this thing she’s trying to hide. It is all in her mind - the bump – but the fear is too great. This outfit is too revealing and she is too tired and she feels herself shaking and freaking out.
Cal covers for her tonight, but doesn't ask why he has to. He just does it. She is in her motel room, staring at her reflection in the mirror. She’s naked and she sees it. They might not see it, but she sees it. It is hideous. It is disgusting.
She is disgusting.
She is low.
An accident.
It sounds so much nicer.
She rushes out of her motel room and to the edge of the steps. Her room is on the third floor; that would be a mighty fall. Her breathing is hard and she feels a tear sliding down her cheek. She closes her eyes and hears the preacher on the TV in her mind. Her body goes limp and she is falling.
They are falling.
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Getting To Know Them || Slasher x Reader Bf/Gf Scenarios Pt 2
Jason Voorhees
When you woke, you were lying in a dim living room. The windows were boarded with thick, rotting oak planks and the doors were bolted shut. The only light left to illuminate the room was a small lamp on the old, rustic coffee table in front of you. Beneath you was a somewhat scratchy couch, clearly taken off of someone's front line with a paper labeled "free to take" on it, or from some dump. However, you were thankful that it at least wasn't the creaky wooden floor instead. You scratched at the rope around your wrists, loosened from being wriggled around and messed with.
You sat up and allowed your vision to re-adjust, and saw the same man in flannel and ski-mask in an arm-chair on the other side of the coffee table. He didn't seem to notice your awakening, or he at least didn't acknowledge it. He was reading a book with a maroon cover, and you couldn't make out the small copper-shaded title. You studied his movement. He was calm and showed little emotion in his body language, simply reading in peace.
In a split second, you decided to break the peace and silence. "Who are you?" The man put down the book in his lap, but only looked up at you for a moment, silent. You could see him think, then make a few hand gestures. You came to the realization that it was ASL, but you never really learned the language, despite your interest in it. You saw him take a deep breath and get up, grabbing a pen and a notebook off a table to the side. He slid the items onto the coffee table before you and slowly unbound your wrists. You wrote your question out again, "Who are you?" and slid it around for him to see. He read it, and wrote quickly, in slightly messy handwriting, "Jason. any more questions?" and slid the items back.
From here, you two went on for hours, listing out questions on the notebook and answering them for each other. You filled out pages and pages, ranging from basic questions to things like "what was your childhood like?" Certain things like that, he would pause and then write that he didn't want to talk about it. Through the night or day (due to the lack of natural light, it was hard to tell,) this game went on.
Michael Myers
Though you tried your best and struggled and squirmed, the man who had taken you still had gotten you tied to a chair; where you sat with a belt tying your wrists to the wooden beams, thankfully with a cushion underneath your rear. You shut your eyes for a second and groaned, throwing your head back. You always thought of yourself as strong and independent, a fighter who didn't need help from anyone. Alas, this was one ass you couldn't kick, and you hated yourself for it.
Across the kitchen, the bright lights shined on the tiled floor, and a tea kettle whistled ceaselessly. The sound of running water stopped as the man who had taken you walked from the bathroom and into the kitchen. The man dried his hands on his pants and took the kettle off the burner, shutting the flames off. You observed him take two random mugs from the cabinets above, and place them on the white countertop. He carefully poured the tea into the two cups, and a light herbal smell filled the air. After a moment, you recognized the smell of hibiscus tea. This was a familiar smell, something your aunt made every morning when you spent the night at her house in the summers between school years.
The man walked over and brought the two cups with him. A low, slightly muffled, silky voice came from behind the mask as he slid a mug across the table to you. "Careful, it's scolding." The tall, built man walked across and unbuckled one of your arms from the chair for you to pick up the mug with. "Drink." He said, before taking a seat before you. This is when he slid the mask off, to reveal a face beneath that you never would have expected. Dark brown, shaggy, messy, wavy hair fell over his forehead, and he blew it out of his grey eyes. His face was scarred and his lips were chapped, but it somehow wasn't unappealing or revolting.
"What's your name? Who the fuck are you?" You asked, leaning as far as you could with your restraints still intact. The man pushed his hair back and sighed heavily, sipping the near boiling tea. "Michael. 24. Libra." He said in a monotone voice. You rolled your eyes. "This is an introduction to your victim, not The Dating Game." You told him harshly. "Well, is there something specific you wanna know? It's not like your giving me anything to go off of, sugar cube." 'Michael' replied with the same energy in return. "Fine. I'm (Y/N). What else is there to say?"
Carrie White
Like the pale girl suggested, Carrie if you remembered correctly, you came back to the public library next Sunday, around noon. You had finished the book you had most recently checked out, so you had to return it anyways. Walking down the pavement, you saw here in a light sundress, walking up the few steps and into the library. You ran to catch up and followed her, careful not to startle the girl. As soon as you got inside, you carried yourself to just behind her, and tapped on her shoulder.
The girl turned around, and a look of confusion appeared on her features. "(Y/N). We met here last week? I suggested you check out Narnia." You reminded her, an eager smile painted on your face. A spark formed in her eyes, and she returned your smile. "Oh! Yes, yes, I remember. I'm sorry, my mind is awfully clouded lately." You assured her that it was alright, and you two went along.
The two of you walked down the aisles of bookshelves, and she looked for something new to try out. Maybe she would check out a cook-book and try a new recipe, or read up on WW1. Although, you DID notice that she avoided the religious aisle. However, you didn't comment on this, out of respect. You two checked out a few books, and on the paved outdoor steps, you stopped her. "Would you like to go for coffee or tea? Even a pastry? There's a little shop down the street, I'll buy. I'd just like to talk a bit.
Carrie obliged happily, and the two of you took your books and walked down to the small cafe. It had a dim, rustic theme, and brought peace to anyone who entered it's walls. There was a faint vanilla sent in the air, welcoming you two. For about an hour, Carrie sat down with you and talked about your life, your week, basic things. It was nice to get to know her. She seemed kind, and gentle. Everything about her was graceful, from the way she sipped her latte to the way she tucked her strawberry blonde hair behind her ear. As you two finished up your chats, you grabbed your things and greeted each other farewell, agreeing to meet again next week.
Jennifer Check
The pair of you had become half-decent lab partners over the last few weeks, but she didn't seem to be doing well with the subject. As a result, you decided that you would volunteer to tutor her in the subject after school. So, there you were, on your way to her house after school to hang out and help her study up on the subject and with the homework. It was a cloudy day, and you could tell that a storm was brewing in those clouds above your head. Because of this, you decided to walk a bit faster to avoid being soaked.
As you arrived at Jennifer's house, you knocked gently on the door. When you received no answer, you hesitantly knocked harder. Very suddenly, a slightly older woman answered the door, assumingly Jennifer's mom. The woman looked you up and down, then quickly turned to yell over her shoulder, "Jenny! Your new friend is here!" She then quickly invited you in and brought you a small tray of white-chocolate macadamia nut cookies, offering you to take one or two ((If you have an allergy to nuts, then M&M cookies.)) "I made these for you two while you were studying. There's also sodas in the fridge in case you need a drink." Jennifer's mom said joyfully, before scooping the strap of a purse onto her shoulder. "I'll be off now, I have a job interview to get to. Jen's room is upstairs, first door on the right. Have fun you two!" She informed you before heading out the door.
You walked up the stairs until you found an oak door, and knocked before coming in. "Uh, hi, it's (Y/N), I'm here to help you study..?" You said as you slowly walked in and shut the door behind you. Jennifer was standing, looking in the mirror and smearing concealer under her eyes. She sighed and looked over to you. "Sit on the bed. You know, I was gonna gut you like a fish and drink your blood like a Slurpee, but my mom seems to like you, and I don't think you're too bad. Shame, would have been a great opportunity." She said nonchalantly. As she turned to you, you saw that her face was pale and broken out in acne.
Your heart skipped a beat and the color drained from your face. "I'm sorry, w-what...?" You tried to gulp down the fear in your words. "I'm a succubus, idiot. Don't think that I didn't notice you staring at the blood on my shoes the first day we met. I feed on people's bodies and sexual energy so I can feel good and look good. But I've decided you're worth keeping around, so I'll save that for the next chump. So, shall we get to know each other?" She said calmly as she sat down beside you on the bed.
Billy Loomis
You were home alone yet again, but this time it was mid day. You were watching horror movies out of boredom on your couch, when you got a call. You hesitantly answered, to hear a familiar voice on the other side of the phone. "I'm here, come let me in." You carried the phone with you. You figured one of your friends had stopped by to say hi, and their voice just sounded messed up due to shitty reception. You went to your front door, and looked through the peephole to see someone in a shitty costume, probably from Walmart, as it was October, and stores were starting to sell Halloween costumes and decorations. You hung up the phone and stuck it in your pocket, opening the door slightly with the chain lock still intact.
"Cut it out, prankster. That's not a very creepy costume. Ooo! I'm so scared!! Listen, I've seen the original Japanese film The Ring a million times, I'm not too scared of much." You heard the person sigh and push the door forward aggressively, breaking the lock. You jumped back in shock. "Hey! You're paying for that, asshole!" You yelled only for a quick response. "No, I don't think I will, beautiful. The man said, taking off his mask. To your shock, it was someone that you went to school with, Billy Loomis. You remember him graduating just the year before you, and were a bit shocked at his sudden appearance. You two had talked a bit, and you could consider yourselves acquaintances, but never really close friends.
Billy took a step forward, and in turn, you took one back. He put his hands up, showing he had no weapons in his hands. "Look, I'm not gonna hurt, that's not what I came to do. I just want to...get to know you. Look, you can pat me down, if you really feel the need. I don't have any weapons on me." You lowered your defenses a bit, but still kept them up. "Why would you want to know me so bad?" You asked hesitantly. "Well, I looked through your window and realized I'd found you again. And I wanted to get to know the pretty (girl/boy/person) I used to look at in the hallways every day." He said in a smooth tone. And that's where your night started.
Thomas Hewitt
It was a lovely Texas summer day. A warm breeze carried through the semi-tall grass in the fields, and the smell of fresh bread filled the small wooden house. On this fine afternoon, you happened to be listening to some old music, from the 50s-60s, and baking. When you least expected it, you heard a loud knock on the door. You figured it might have been one of your new neighbors looking to get to know you, or ask to borrow something. You strolled to the door and opened it, to see a rather large man in a butcher's apron, curly dark hair, and a rather scarred face on the other side. Though he had somewhat of a threatening aura, you knew that there was more behind his appearance.
You saw him open his mouth, but then stop and think for a moment. He hesitantly put his hands up and made a few broken and hand signals. You realized quickly that it was sign language, as you had an uncle growing up that happened to be deaf, so you learned it so that you two could talk. "I'm not deaf, I just don't like to speak." You watched him sign apprehensively, and responded allowed. "That's okay, hun. What can I do for you?" You asked, and he thought for a moment. "Do you have some salt I can use? Papa shot a..." He stopped for a moment, then looked back up to meet your eyes. "Papa shot a deer, and we ran out of salt to dry out the hide and season the meat." He asked, and you replied. "Of course! Come right in, I keep a few bags in the cupboard, I have a half-full one you can take home." You told him as you allowed him to come in and shut the door behind him.
Your bread sat warm in the window-sill, cooling down. As you handed him the salt, he pointed over to it. "Oh, do you want a piece?" He nodded aggressively, and you smiled. You grabbed the metal baking sheet and put it on the counter, slicing a few pieces. "Here, you can have more than one. I make it all the time, and it's just me here to eat it anyways." You told him. "Would you like to sit down and chat for a moment? I can make you tea or coffee too if you like? You can tell me about yourself. That is, if you don't have to be home right quick." The man nodded again, and set the salt down on the counter. "My name's Thomas. I'd like some...Peppermint tea, if you have it." The man signed to you, his guard down as he clearly felt welcomed in the household. "Okay, Thomas, right on it." You smiled warmly and handed him a thick slice of warm bread with butter and mulberry jam smeared over the top. "Take a seat, dear."
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~Author's Note~
Hi guys, I'm so sorry it took so long to get this second part out :( I've just been really stressed and not in a great mental place, plus the factor of writer's block and being scared to burn myself out. But thank you for those who have stayed through the hiatus to continue reading!! Please comment below if you have any character or scenario requests. Goodbye for now, loves!
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62. you set off the fire alarm and I have a test tomorrow, and I might strangle you
Sternclay, sfw, please!
Why do fire alarms only go off in March? The one time Stern set one off (he fell asleep studying and the dinner he was reheating started smoking) it was in that endless stretch of time where the snow is no longer festive but will keep falling for at least two more months.
More importantly, who is responsible for interrupting his carefully planned out six hours of sleep before his midterm at eight this morning?
He stands in the freezing cold with the building’s other three occupants; the single man who looks like he stars in lumberjack porn and the girlfriends who live on the ground floor.
“Sorry” The other man mumbles, “I was making doughnuts and the oil I was using got too hot without me noticing.”
Stern runs a hand through his hair and keeps his voice low, “Why were you cooking with hot oil at three in the morning?”
“When I can’t sleep, I bake.”
“Can I suggest a less flammable hobby in the future?”
“Hey man, it was an accident. And it’s not my fault they stuck the fire alarm too high up for me to get to it before it called the fire department.”
“Too high? You’re taller than I am and I can reach mine.”
“My ceilings are higher and it was tucked between the cabinets and the roof.”
“Oh yeah, ours is in a super-weird place too.” Aubrey, one of the ground-floor neighbors, pats the offenders arm, “it’s okay Barclay, it’s just a little smoke.”
“That may be the case for you three, but I have an exam that’s worth thirty percent of my grade in six hours and I need my goddamn sleep.”
“Yeesh, man, chill out. They’re already waving us back in.” Aubrey points to the door of the three story house.
“I timed everything to optimize my sleep schedule so it actually is a big deal.”
Barclay glowers at him, “Look, I said sorry. But maybe get used to the fact the world doesn’t run on your schedule, mr. control freak, and fucking get over it.”
Stern keeps a smile flat as he bites out, “go to hell” and heads upstairs to salvage what’s left of his schedule.
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The crash from downstairs comes at nine p.m; he has a huge day at his internship tomorrow, but Stern doesn’t hear any sounds after it, and he is not about to let a neighbor die on his watch.
“Barclay? Are you okay?” He puts his ear to the door, the heater drowning out all ambient noise.
“Nope, not really, agh, fuck, the doors locked, lemme try to stand-”
“Stay put.” He runs upstairs, grabs his wallet, and uses his debit card to trick the lock, “Shit, what happened?”
Barclay is clutching his forehead, blood between his fingers, and his ankle is swelling. “I got really dizzy, caught my foot on the couch and then my forehead on the table on the way down. Ow, fuck, it better not be broken” he growls as Stern kneels to look at his foot, “I’ve got a shift in six hours.”
“I can’t tell. You should get to a hospital; if it’s injured and you try to work on it, you might have an even worse fall.”
“Fuck, I’m not even sure I can afford the ambulance, let alone the fucking E.R.”
He knows Dani and Aubrey are out, “Any family in town, or a boyfriend?”
“No, if there I woulda called them.” He snaps, then tries for a slow inhale, “sorry, it just, it hurts-”
“I can take you in my car, that’ll be one less worry.” Stern helps Barclay up, gets him to his sedan, then tells him to hold tight while he gets something for his head. He ends up grabbing the first clean fabris he finds, which is how Barclay ends up in the E.R while holding a “Roswell, NM” tank-top to his forehead.
“Sorry to ruin your, uh, souvenir?” He mumbles as they wait for the doctor.
“It’s for a good cause. Besides, I know how to get bloodstains out of fabric.”
“That...that makes you sound like a serial killer.”
“If I were a serial killer I would wear things that could stain.” Stern winces, “sorry, I read too many true crime books.”
“I just don’t have the stomach for them. I like fictional mysteries but real ones?” he shivers, “makes me think an axe murderer is gonna break into my place. I mean, you did it with a credit card.”
“If you’d had the chain thrown it might have been another story. “
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Barclay shifts in the plastic seat, “you, uh, you don’t have to hang around. Know you got a rigid schedule.”
Joseph runs a hand through his hair, “I’m sorry for being so annoyed last week when you set off the alarm. I’m not always great at handling changes.”
“To be fair, doughnuts probably weren’t the best stress baking choice.”
“Did they turn out?”
“Nah. I’ll have to try ‘em another time. Did, uh, did your test go okay?”
“Yes. I, um, I got a perfect score.”
Barclay laughs, the sound like warm honey, and Stern blushes at looking so deeply nerdy in front of someone with a smile like that.
“Mr. Cobb? We’re ready to see you.”
The bearded man gives an slightly awkward wave as he follows the nurse through the double doors. Stern returns the gesture, pulls up the chess app on his phone, and settles in to wait until his neighbor is done.
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Barclay comes out his nap the scrchh of a brush on tile. His first thought is that he’s so late for work he’s unavoidably fucked. His second one is who the fuck is in his bathroom?
His ankle twinges, jogging his memory; he got back from the hospital at 11:30, no stitches needed on his head but bedrest required for his ankle. He’d been contemplating how to convince his manager to let him shift from the warehouse to somewhere he could sit. Joseph raised an eyebrow and asked for his phone while telling him to go get into bed. All Barclay overheard was a polite, steely voice mentioning the labor laws in Dane County and how it’d be a shame if someone were to arrange an OSHA spot check. The last thing he recalls before falling asleep was Joseph telling him he had the next day off.
That doesn’t explain the cleaning sounds, though.
“Oh, you’re up.” Joseph pokes his head in from the hall. His hair is coming loose from his usual slicked-down style and he’s in a V-neck and sweatpants instead of the suit Barclay sees him in most days, “I hope I didn’t wake you; since you gave me the spare key I thought I’d check on you when I got back from my internship and leave you some take-out from the Thai place around the corner--you said the green curry was your favorite--but then I thought I should wait until you got up to see if you needed anything, so I, um, I cleaned your tub while I waited for you to wake up.”
Barclay isn’t sure what part of that is the most baffling. Or the most touching.
“Why the tub?” He eases his legs over so he’s sitting on the edge of the bed.
“It’s satisfying. And I, um, I clean when I’m stressed.” He wipes his hands on the rag in his front pocket, “I was worried about you, and my internship was murder today. They’re mounting a case against one of the biggest employers in the state and everyone’s on edge.”
“Heh, kinda makes me glad I work at WalMart.” Barclay takes the crutch Joseph offers him and hobbles into the kitchen, “oh, uh, if you want to try some cake, there’s leftover cinnamon spice cake in the fridge.”
“I think I will, thank you.” He bends into the fridge and wow has his ass always been that nice, “can I grab you a drink from in here?”
“One of those pre-bottled Kahlua things in the door; have ‘em for a friend but one sounds good right now.” He watches Joseph open it for him, setting it down before he pulls out Barclay’s chair for him. Normally, the kind of fussing and light ordering around Joseph has directed at him makes him bristle. This last day, it just made him feel safe and cared about.
He could get used to this.
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“Good lord, we’ve even got a flood warning.” Joseph sets down his phone as rain attempts to pummel the house to dust, “Some days I wish we lived closer to one of the lakes but this is not one of them. Should we check to see if Dani and Aubrey need any emergency supplies for if we have to shelter here? I always keep more than I need.”
“Nah, Dani’s got a strong self-sufficiency streak; got her a bucket emergency kit for Christmas last year.” Barclay pops the cork on the Pinot Grigio they got for dinner, “and I don’t think they forgot your semi-drunk promise that if they ever had to run from a flood they had full permission to break open your front door to be safe on the third floor.”
“I meant it, drunk or no.” Joseph takes down the plates and portions out the carbonara; he’s been trying to cook when he has time, both because he likes it and because it gives him and Barclay something to talk about. Not that they need the help.
Things changed after the trip to the E.R; Barclay would bring Joseph fresh cookies or pie. Joseph would offer Barclay rides when their schedules overlapped. Barclay introduced him to his favorite trivia night spot. Joseph took some of his cookies to a worker-owned bakery where a former co-student worked, which led to Barclay getting a new job.
Now they see each other almost every day, whether that’s watching movies on Barclay’s cramped couch or joining Dani and Aubrey for board game night.
He’s pleased with how the pasta turned out, even more so with the fact that when their legs bump together beneath the table, Barclay doesn’t pull away.
They’re on the couch, chatting about the recurring themes in ghost movies, when the storm starts in earnest. The sky is so dark it may as well be nine at night, the lighting and thunder performing a cacophonous two-man show across it. The closer the thunder gets, the more Barclay tenses.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah” a thunderclap makes him jump, “I know it’s silly but I fucking hate thunderstorms, I have since I was a kid.” He chuckles, “my mom would always end up making a pillow fort for me to hide in.”
“We could do that now.” He offers, tapping his foot against Barclay’s own.
“Know this might be hard to believe, but I wasn’t always six-two.” The other man teases.
“Don’t count me out just yet. Wait here.”
It takes some precarity and most of his thumb-tacks, but soon he’s waving Barclay to come join him.
“Holy shit” Barclay laughs as he sees the bed and part of the floor in Joseph’s tiny bedroom are curtained in blankets, “do you ever half-ass stuff?”
“No one can ever prove I haven’t.”
“Uh huh.” Barclay climbs into the fort, “that’s Joseph speak for ‘no.’”
Joseph plugs in his UFO lights and follows him in, “I’ve failed plenty of times.”
“Not on this. Man, this is gr-” A thunderclap makes him jump, nearly knocking one blanket down, “uh, maybe if I…” He lays on the bed, Joseph deciding it’s the least awkward option to join him in that position.
“You really didn’t have to do this.” The green of the lights add a charming tint to Barclay’s eyes.
“I wanted to.”
His friend looks away, keeps his gaze on his feet as he murmurs, “How come you’re always so nice to me?”
“Because we’re friends.”
“It’s, uh, it’s not because you want something from me?”
“Of course not. Barclay,” he touches the cooks arm, “anything you’re thinking is a favor with an ulterior motive....well, it isn’t. It’s something I did to look out for you.”
“What if I, uh, I didn’t think it was favor hunting and was, uh, a different word that started with “F’?”
This time, when the thunder sounds, Barclay nestles closer to him.
“Oh, Barclay” he drapes a protective arm over his waists, “I didn’t mean it to be. At least, most of the time. There were, um, sometimes when I was more flirtatious than I’d have been if it were anybody else.”
“Do you...want to flirt more?” Barclay mumbles into his shoulder.
Joseph tips Barclay’s chin with his hand, brings their lips together as lightning flashes through the window. When he pulls back, Barclay’s eyes are wide. He kisses him once more just to see if he can make them entirely pupil, then whispers, “I hope we can do more than just flirt.”
“Joseph” strong arms slip below and across him, “fuck, babe, if it’s not flooded tomorrow, promise you’ll let me take you out tomorrow?”
“I’d like nothing better, big guy. In the meantime..” he rolls so Barclay is atop him, “I have some thoughts on how to keep your mind off the storm.”
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The proposition
@sweater-daddiesdumbdork asked for "hmm. Gentle fluff or smut, can be both. Whatever your in the mood for babes. Long or short as you would like." Ok I know the story doesn't really fit the gif or the request but I love it so much🥺🥺
Summary - Wilford has a proposition for you and Curtis.
Warnings - smut, virgin reader, blood/cum play, dark themes, technically non con/dub con since it is coercion
Pairing - Curtis Everett x reader
Word count - 3.5k
Masterlist is linked in the bio!
You looked at the wooden board contemplating your next move. You had gotten somewhat better at playing, after practicing for so many years. But you still weren’t nearly as good as Wilford.
“Check” You warned and grinned as you trapped his king with your knight.
“Hm” he hummed staring off into the distance. He was really out of it throughout the game.
“Is something wrong?” You spoke casually and felt a shiver go down your spine. Suddenly on edge again.
You often forgot that you’re supposed to hate him. After everything he’s done to so many people, even if he was somewhat kind to you, he was far from a good person.
You never even knew about the state of the tail section. Not until the revolution that happened months ago. Their conditions had gotten considerably better. But they and their leader were still struggling and fighting for their rights.
“Well if you really want to know...” He paused chewing on his finger while he supported the weight of his head with his palm. “There’s Curtis. He’s clearly not happy. He’s making it difficult for me to mould him into a perfect heir.”
“Oh” You let out. The disdain Curtis held for Wilford was really obvious. You had never spoken to him but you accompanied Wilford to several of his meetings. “Maybe you can meet him in the middle? Give into his needs a bit?” You said your voice strained. You didn’t need him second guessing your loyalty.
“I’ve been more than generous with him.” He scoffed “We have to maintain equilibrium. Perfect balance.” He went on his usual lecture taking out your knight with his queen “If only you were a bit smarter... and a man I wouldn’t even need Curtis.” He stated his eyes staring at the board.
“I’m sorry.” You hung your head in shame. Ashamed that you couldn’t be enough to satisfy him, be of any use to him. And that you craved his approval in the first place.
“At the end of the day” He said finally looking at you “How devoted are you? How far would you go for me?” He asked and looked at you expectedly.
“I – I’ll do anything for you sir. You know that.” You stammered. He had yet to ask you to do any tasks for him. Expect for keeping him company. You doubted he'd ask for anything too extreme from you. Not when he had so many skilled people do the job for him.
“That’s all I needed to hear.” He said giving you a chillingly warm smile that highlighted the wrinkles around his eyes.
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Curtis struggled to not punch a hole into a wall to let the anger bubbling inside him out. Every time Wilford called him up to the ‘sacred engine’ it was for something incredibly stupid.
Like fucking tea parties with macaroons or mini sandwiches. The pompous ass called himself ‘A man of taste. That’s how I know you’re special.’
Now Curtis would have to eat those ridiculous cookies or sliders or whatever he serves him and listen to his bullshit.
But he knew that had no right to complain. This was a small price to pay for all the work he had been doing to help HIS people.
They were given five more sections of the train. Proper food and clean water. It was acceptable. But it still wasn’t enough.
He had his own spacious room since he’s 'one of the big guys now'. He felt guilty living in it. To have clean water to shower everyday, have more than enough food to keep him full.
It had been 17 years since he was alone in a room. With his thoughts. Now he got to sleep on his plush mattress all by himself. It should feel good. But he was guilty. He wouldn’t rest until his people got the same privileges. No matter how long it takes.
Wilford agreed to his terms, and negotiated with him for hours, when he had him over a barrel. It was either that or Curtis blows up the train.
The first few weeks were rough. He felt completely hopeless and crushed. Knowing from then on that he could only trust himself in this dog eats dog world. The people he did love and care for were now all dead.
So he did what he had been doing for the past two decades. Threw himself into work and planning with a clear goal in mind.
He finally reached his destination finding Wilford waiting for him. Welcoming him with a smile.
“Why don’t you sit down for a while?” He asked when Curtis merely stood there glaring at him.
“Can we make this quick.” He snapped.
“Why do you have places to be?” Wilford laughed calling for you to come out of the corner. Where you usually stood and watched his meetings take place. He introduced you to Curtis “But you must know her by now.” He inquired raising a grey eyebrow at him.
“Yeah.” Curtis gave you a small nod glaring at you as if he was ready to cut you up then and there. You had no idea why he seemed more angry with you than he did with Wilford.
“Well you’ve been on edge. And you know men have needs...” He trailed off shrugging “You can have her as your own. You’ll need an heir soon enough.” He continued.
Leaving you completely stunned. He wanted to sell you off as if you were a breeding mare.
When your father ‘gave' you to Wilford ,just over 4 years ago, you thought you’d have to do that with him. Keep him satisfied like the prostitutes in section 5 do.
But you were surprised to find that Wilford never really cared much for sex. Not with you or anyone else. He decided to ‘keep' you even went far as to call you a pet. Someone adorably stupid he liked to teach things and impart his wisdom to.
The thought of being with Curtis in that way wasn’t repulsive, not as much as it was with Wilford, but you were sure that he’d hurt you. That he hated your guts.
“That won’t be necessary.” Curtis stated “is that all?” He said completely done with this whole situation. And needing to get out of this place that just stinks of Wilford.
“Now now what’s the rush? Is she not enough? I thought you’d like someone simpler or I would’ve called for a professional.” To which Curtis shook his head dryly laughing at the ridiculous proposition. “Do you have someone else in mind? Someone in the tail section? No one there would be healthy enough to bare a child.”
To which Curtis gritted his teeth, clenching his jaw.
He did you a once over. He could see your curvy and plump figure even through your baggy clothes. That’s what he hated about you the most. The fact that he was so attracted to you. And that you always looked so goddamn irresistible.
“I don’t need a whore.” He spit.
“How about you watch your language and your tone” Wilford frowned “She won’t be a whore. She’ll be the mother of your children. You can marry her if you want to. Not that it would mean anything.” Wilford paused letting him process his words. “I’ll tell you what. You can have any woman you want.”
“How about no?” He snarked even though he knew better.
“I wasn’t really asking.” he sighed. Irritated at just how annoyingly stubborn Curtis could be. “You do this and maybe I’ll be more open to negotiating.”
Curtis shook his head in disbelief and looked at you. You had been quiet the entire time. Just like you always are. He had never heard your voice. He would certainly remember it if he did.
“And you’re okay with this?” He asked you.
Your eyes darted back and forth between both of them. “Ye – yes” You stammered. Feeling as if you were suddenly put on the spot. You didn’t really have much of a choice.
“Does tonight sound good to you?” Wilford asked you and you gave him a small nod. “Well then you should go on and get ready sweetheart” He cooed at you softly and you followed. Looking at Curtis one last time before going back to your room.
“Is this really necessary?” Curtis asked as he watched you leave.
“You’re still in your prime. This is the best time to have a baby that’d healthy. You know what they said better late.”
Curtis stayed for a bit discussing these ‘negotiations' Wilford had promised. But he was sure of one thing. No way in hell is he fucking a front sectioner. Let alone have a kid with one. He wouldn’t be caught dead trying to bring a child in this fucked up world.
You seemed impressionable. He could easily convince you to lie.
***
Your roommate Laura helped you pick out a dress for the night. Giving you some pointers on how to please men.
“And don’t forget to remind him to pull out.” She warned. Knowing the penalty for birthing more than one baby, in most cases, is very high. “Oh yeah you wouldn’t need to do that...” She trailed off feeling sympathy for you “Then I’ve heard that you should keep his cum in you for as long as you can. Let gravity do the work.”
You zoned her out. Needing her to stop talking because you were anxious enough.
“Aren’t you nervous though? To be a mom? I’d be terrified.”
Terrified. Yeah that’s what you should be. But you felt eerily calm. “I’m taking it one day at a time. Or I’d go crazy.” You muttered out in response to her.
Your steps were slow as you made your way to Curtis. What happens if he finds you lacking? Or so repulsive that he can’t even get it up. Would Wilford forgive you. How grave would his punishment even be.
You found yourself worrying more for Curtis. Wilford still held a soft spot for you. But as much as he claimed to be smitten by Curtis, it was clear that he held a bias. Like most front sectioners did against the tail Enders.
You knocked on his door before letting yourself in. Looking around for him. His room was, as you expected, much larger than yours. It held a king bed in the middle of it, unlike your twin beds. It was much cleaner and organised as well.
Your eyes fell on an old worn out paper which held what looked like a charcoal drawing. You held it up studying it.
“What the hell are you doing here?” You jumped as you heard him growl. You turned around to see him standing just a few feet away from you, dressed only with a towel hanging low on his hips.
“Uh I’m here for... the...you know...” What the hell were you supposed to call it? Babymaking?
“We won’t be doing that. You will sit there, quietly, for a few hours and leave.” He ordered looking through his dressed for his clothes.
Even though water was abundant to him now, he wasn’t going to be wasteful with it. So he only showered in the evenings. To wash the whole day off of him.
Maybe a part of him knew you’d be here. And wanted to look presentable to him. Which, he knew, was stupid. You’d never see him that way. And he didn’t need to work to impress someone like you.
“We can’t do that.” You mumbled taking in his naked torso. His shoulders were broad and he And you were pleasantly surprised to see just how huge he was.
“Why?” He asked pulling a shirt and some pants out. He looked back at you expecting an answer.
“He – a doctor will be examining me tomorrow. They’ll probably figure it out.” You said hugging yourself to make yourself small. Averting your gaze to avoid the intensity of his eyes.
“Fine then.” He huffed. He looked through the dresser to search for the lotion that came with the room. He could probably use it as lube, get it over with. It wouldn’t be too hard for him to do it and he wasn’t really looking to hurt you either. “Lay down on the bed” He instructed handing you the bottle as you settled on top of his mattress.
He opened his mouth about to tell you to apply it between your legs but then “I’ve never done this before you know. Just thought you should know.” You confessed still unable to look him in the eye.
“What? That’s not possible.” He frowned at you “Aren’t you supposed to be Wilfords whore?” He snapped.
Which set you off. This was the second time today he had called you a whore. “You really think you have the moral high ground to call me that?” you swallowed as he looked taken aback by your words. “I don’t know what I am to Wilford. What I do know is – if we don’t do as he says we’ll have to pay.”
“I’ll take my chances.” He scoffed.
“Don’t. You’ll regret it.” You said gravely. Shedding off your clothes. There was no point in prolonging it. “Can we turn the lights off?” You asked.
“No.” He let out as he looked at your dress. Bunched up around your waist. Giving him a generous look at your thick thighs.
He loosened his towel a bit as he felt himself harden at just the thought of you naked.
He hadn’t been with a woman in decades. Too afraid to bring a child in this world. There were offers from many to suck him off. But he was never particularly interested. He took care of himself as hastily and as quietly as he could, in his bunk late at night.
Despite everything, how lucky he was right now to have the things he had, how far he had come, he had also suffered a lot. Gave up a lot. Maybe he deserved something he took just for himself.
He dropped his towel onto the floor, revealing his erection to you. He climbed on the bed and crawled to you.
You stared at his long length, how scary and angry it looked pressed hard against this taut abs. “I uh what do I do with this?” You asked looking at the lotion.
“Forget about it.” He tossed the bottle away and worked on rolling your panties down your legs.
You shivered as cold air touched your exposed core. “Oh” You gasped as you felt his fingers nudge your warm folds.
“Off with this too.” He demanded taking your dress off your head.
You quickly brought your hands up to cover your exposed chest. Shifting in your place. The reality of the situation suddenly hit you. This was really happening. It was all too quick. There wasn’t nearly enough time for you to process your emotions.
He pushed you on your back and quickly settled between your legs. Smelling a whiff of your arousal. He knew he was being hasty. If he wasn’t patient it would be over too soon. But he was so damn hard he felt as he’d bust right then and there. He rolled his hips into the mattress to relieve some of the pressure from his groins.
He groaned at the sight of your naked body above him. Your soft stomach, your breast laid flat as your chest heaved. He dove in for a taste. Pleased with just how wet you already were and at the way you squirmed. He almost let himself believe that you wanted him. That you were so aroused just for him.
But he knew better than to believe that. It was far from the truth. You were just as forced into this situation as he was. He was just trying to make the best of it.
Before he could eat you properly you lightly pushed at his head. “Wait.” Your voice scratchy. You propped yourself on your elbows so you could look at him “I don’t... want it to hurt. Please.” You pleaded.
“That depends on how much you cooperate.” He threatened and you laid back. You whimpered as he sucked your clit, wrapping his mouth around it. He pushed a finger inside you and then another. Holding a hand flat on your stomach to stop you from moving. It was different than when you played with yourself with your fingers.
You cried out loud for the whole train to hear when he rolled your bundle of nerves between his fingers while fucking you with his tongue. You came on his tongue. Feeling more intense than you had ever before.
He lapped up everything you gave him. Not wanting to waste a single drop. He trailed kisses up your nipping just under your breasts and wrapping his lips around one dark hard bud. He sucked it harshly gently pulling on your other nipple, just to get a reaction out of you. You whimpered cradling his head close to your chest.
All too soon he released your nipple and supported his weight on his forearms to look down at you.
You looked so perfectly dazed. Staring at him hazily through your hooded eyes. Your lips bruised and bleeding. Were you biting them so hard to keep, and fail, from making those singular noises?
He couldn’t help it. He knew he’d regret it the second he thought of it. But he needed to know what your mouth tasted like. He nibbled on your bottom lip for a bit before capturing your lips for a kiss.
His first one as far as he can remember. He wondered if he was your first kiss too. He tilted his head to get an angle that would allow him to explore your mouth the best. Moaning into it he brought his hands up to cradle your face. Somehow kissing your mouth felt more intimate than kissing your cunt.
He finally pulled away so you could both breathe. He took in a few deep breathes before nudging your lips with his tip, before seething himself into you.
He was deliberately slow. Drawing out the pleasure for both of you because he didn’t want to hurt you. Far from it. He wanted you to scream his name just like you were minutes before.
He groaned into your ear as he bottomed out. Giving you all the time you needed to adjust to his length. He pulled your earlobe between his teeth. Snaking a hand beneath your hips he raised them so he could thrust deeper inside you.
You mewled and moaned under him, chanting his name as if it was a prayer, as he slowly rutted into you. He wondered, if it was because of him. Or it wouldn’t really make much of a difference to you of it was some front sectioners cock instead of his.
Your walls were so snug and tight around him. He knew he wouldn’t last long. He tried to think of all the work he had to do, hell even thought of Wilford just to hold off.
But he couldn’t. Not with the way you were squeezing him. He quickly pulled out and stroked himself to completion. Ropes of his cum painted your stomach. He felt strangely possessive at that. As if he marked you as his own.
He sat up on his knees, looking down at you and stroking your thighs, he admire his work.
“What did you do?” You asked as you felt his warm spend on your stomach. It had been feeling so good for you, you were almost at the edge when he pulled out. You knew he was supposed to finish inside you.
He didn’t bother to answer you before his broad shoulders nudged the inside of your thighs to fit him. He lapped up at your cunt again. Determined to bring you off at least once more. He moaned at the tangy taste of your blood, and your juices mixed with his.
It didn’t take long for him to work up your sensitive and overworked folds and cunt. This orgasm was somehow more intense, if that was even possible.
Curtis settled beside you. Wiping his mouth off with his hand he turned off the light. He thought about asking you to go back to your room.
But then you curled up against his arm, wrapping your little hands around it. You settled your head in the crook of his neck. He would get up later to clean you both up later. Right now he just needed to commit this moment to memory. So he’d never forget it.
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Yayyy I finally wrote for Curtis! Idk if there will be a part two to this. Snowpiercer is just too dark for a soft girl like me🥺🥺
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I know, I know, the only writing challenge I should be doing right now is finishing my fucking WIPs, but hey, I love the holidays and I’ve been wanting to host a challenge for forever!
here are the basic rules;
the title is probably pretty obvious here, but all the fics should be holiday or winter-themed in some way and feature mcu characters, or their actors (or other roles from the same people)
all ratings accepted! g to x, anything goes.
all genres accepted! platonic, wholesome, dark, it’s all fair game.
all lengths accepted! just use a read more if it’s anything more than 500 words
rpf accepted!
(pls no snuff, underage, or bestiality as always)
tag me when you post and also use the tag #myfestivevine (lol), just so I can find it
deadline is the end of february, but I imagine people will want to post their stuff in time for the holiday they’re covering.
that’s all you really need to know, but below the cut I have some holiday and prompt ideas to get you started if you aren’t immediately sure what you want to do! thanks in advance to anyone who participates :)
some holidays you could potentially cover:
christmas (secular)
christmas (christian)
hanukkah (jewish)
kwanzaa/karamu ya imani (african american)
winter solstice (pagan/secular/astrological)
pancha ganapati (hindu)
festivus (secular/parody)
krampusnacht (european christian)
new year's eve/day (secular)
lunar new year (asian/astrological)
bodhi day (buddhism)
just straight up winter, the season. no holiday necessary.
(quick note: I encourage writers to use this as an opportunity, either to share their own traditions and culture with us, or to explore and learn about one they are less familiar with. if you choose to go with the latter, please be cautious and respectful in your cultural depictions. writers whose cultural background is often underrepresented, and/or whose holiday is rarely written about, are especially encouraged to participate!!)
wintery/holiday themes, dialogue, and plot ideas:
office/work holiday party
secret santa gift exchange
lingerie or a sex toy as a gift 👀
engagement ring as a gift 👀👀👀
sledding, skiing, snowboarding, ice-skating
baking holiday foods together (decorating cookies???)
mistletoe
ugly christmas sweaters
snowed in
shopping for a christmas tree together
taking a vacation somewhere new for the holiday
visiting/meeting the family
favorite christmas songs (this can also apply to any other holiday that has songs!! I just only know one non-christmas winter holiday song and it's 'dreidel dreidel dreidel' aaaand it's already stick in my head just from thinking about it)
favorite holiday movies
exchanging handmade gifts
kissing at the new year's eve countdown
getting your kids dressed/prepared for the christmas/holiday pageant
ordering chinese takeout when all the other restaurants are closed
"being with you is the best gift I could ask for"
"have you been naughty or nice this year?"
"come sit on my lap and tell me what you want"
"don't you dare try to find where I've hidden your presents"
"honestly, I hate the holidays/this holiday."
"is that a christmas cracker in your pocket or are you excited to see me?"
"okay, your present is too big to wrap, so just cover your eyes…"
"oh, so 'dick in a box' isn't an acceptable present?"
"I think I might be drunk on eggnog"
"what are you talking about?! die hard is TOTALLY a christmas movie."
"there's no way that flimsy little jacket will protect you from the cold… here, take my coat"
"are you cold?" "no." "your teeth are chattering… sure you don't want me to warm you up?"
"you ate the gingerbread house?!" "...was I not supposed to?"
"welcome… to my christmas attack zone!"
"I can't go to another family reunion single… be my fake boyfriend/girlfriend/partner for the holiday? please?"
"the ground is so icy, I'm afraid I'll slip!" "here, hold onto me to keep steady."
"I refuse to participate in any merriment this year. I'm an adult and you can't make me."
"christmas is overrated. I officially declare December 25th 'Halloween 2'."
"don't freak out, but I definitely just burnt our big fancy holiday dinner…"
"you mean you don't do (unique personal tradition)?" "literally nobody but you does that."
"it's a christmas movie!" "it's a halloween movie!" "it's a christmas movie!" "it's a halloween m—" "WILL YOU TWO SHUT UP ABOUT THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS?!"
"ugh, is dinner ready yet?!" "sure, if you're willing to risk your life for raw turkey."
"I get that you aren't the most festive person, but this is the most pathetic attempt at decorations I've ever seen."
you don’t have to do one of these to participate and you don’t have to claim anything! as long as it fits the requirements above the cut, you’re good to go. more than one person could end up doing the same prompt, which is fine because everyone’s individual writing will turn out different!
#myfestivevine#mcu writing challenge#bucky barnes x reader#steve rogers x reader#sam wilson x reader#peter parker x reader
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Deltarune Chapter 2: Live Thoughts
So, since the new chapter of Deltarune came out, I've played it all the way through, so, here are my thoughts as I had them. Basically a live-blog, but, not live anymore, I wrote these in my notes app before.
NOTE: Obviously there are going to be ALL THE SPOILERS for Deltarune Chapter 2 in this, as well as Chapter 1. Reader discretion is advised.
Wow, okay, so I was wrong about it being immediately explained.
Various descriptions have changed, and I’m not sure if it’s because of the change to a new game, or the one to a new chapter.
I feel like Berdly is definitely a m’lady guy.
Okay, so, we’re not skipping class this time.
I really wish we could call Toriel and tell her we’re gonna be late again, but I couldn’t see an option for that. Maybe Kris told her on the ride to school.
Okay, so, Noelle is definitely adorable, and a huge lesbian.
Susie seems lovestruck too, kinda.
SHE HAD CHALK, AND SHE DIDN’T TELL ALPHYS BECAUSE SHE THOUGHT SHE AND SUSIE COULD GO GET IT TOGETHER OH MY GOD
Okay, honestly wasn’t expecting the closet to work again.
Fricking LOVE the new transition.
Okay, so, Ralsei knows about, the real world? How, why, and what?
Oh, that, makes, a little sense? But also, if we hadn’t brought the toys over to the closet then, would they all be, dead?
AND WHAT IS RALSEI IN THIS CONTEXT?!?!
Okay, but I love the new town.
Holy shit, save points have storage, AND a spare list? Hell yeah.
So, we’re all level 2 now. I guess they moved from EXP based (or, execution point based?) to Milestone.
Love the basement for bad guys, with K. Round standing guard.
Bitch said “Child abusers live in Hamster Cage”.
Wait, he uses the hamster wheel?
I don’t know if I believe the king about his “bluff” or not. I think not, but, I don’t know.
I can see the “Susie moves to Ralsei’s castle to escape her abusive home” fic already.
RALSEI GAVE KRIS A TRASHCAN, AND SAID IT WAS FOR THE MANUAL IF HE GIVES US ANOTHER ONE OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY MY SWEET FLUFFY BOY
And of course, the moss call-back.
Oh god, Susie just said “My own room, huh.” and my heart is ready to shatter.
This girl has one actual food item in her fridge, and it’s just salsa
Oh, scratch that, there’s ice, crumbs, and jawbreakers in there too?
Oh, okay, Ralsei did give her actual food.
Entering Lancer’s room gives the cartoon Splat sound effect from Chapter 1, and his bedroom is identical to Chapter 1.
Perfect.
And the sound effect, plays in reverse when leaving? Okay.
So, explore until we’re ready to leave, huh? Seems, suspicious.
Oh my god, I just realized, the LightCandy is literally the chalk Noelle gave Susie. What the fuck.
So, for giving the Top back his cake, we get regenerating SpinCake that heals everyone for 140. Nice.
Battle challenges, huh? This should be interesting.
So, we can get a ClubsSandwich, $100, or…Jigsaw Joe’s entire life savings. Okay.
Aw, Clover has separate heads in their dialogue box!
Just realized this “dojo” also has their bed. Odd.
Alright, let’s take these challenges!
Oh, so if we act with Kris, than spare with Ralsei or Susie…got it!
He has a mercy meter. There’s a mercy meter now. I love this.
Oh, of course his life savings is exactly one dollar.
I can already tell the Graze challenges are gonna be the biggest bitches.
Okay, so, being able to rematch bosses, with different gimmicks and attacks, but based on the same logic? Always amazing.
I love the little cut-ins from the other characters with certain lines, like Susie and Lancer revealing “for a price” means zero dollars.
“Cookie and Wife”?
The Blacksmith runs a bakery where he can fuse items…okay.
Imma get a Silver Card.
What the fuck, Mr. Society?
Okay, so, we’re “leaving” through the way we came in, so “surely” we’re going back “home” to the “real world” and our “family”. Sure.
LANCER was added to your key items.
Oh was he now?
And so was Rouxls, “even though no one wanted that.”
Oh, we, actually went back to the light world. Huh. Actually wasn’t expecting that.
Jack of Spades, and the Rules Card. Makes sense.
Still LV 1 here, thankfully. No murder yet.
Okay, thankfully I can call Toriel now.
…Undyne, what the fuck?
Also? This, car horn music, I guess? Is, um…interesting.
Oh, the, computer lab. Where Toby was in Chapter 1. Okay. Makes sense.
“Guess this means we can’t start our project.” I’d say the biggest obstacle is more that we have no clue what the hell this project is supposed to be.
Hmm, we could use the computer at my house, or we could have a fun Toby Fox adventure…
My house!
I knew Susie wouldn’t allow it, also, you always wanna jump in big pits? That’s, worrying.
Computer lab time!
So, computer themed, maybe?
Rouxls jumped out, apparently. According to Lancer.
Okay, this build up is creepy, where’s the fluffy boy?!
Who is SHE?!
Was
Was that Noelle’s chatter sound?
Asking for help?
OH MY GOD
ITS THE REINDEER LESBIAN
SHES BEEN TAKEN
NOOOO
And, I suppose, this must be, our queen.
Q5U4EX7YY2E9N. Sure. I’ll stick with Queen, yeah.
Oh, she’s a computer! That…that’s probably not, great?
Oh, those plugs are bad, brainwashers. Okay.
Okay, they’re both tired…but Ralsei isn’t here. Fuck.
Aiming at moving targets is hard.
2 Werewires spared, only 4 to go, I guess!
RALSEI IS BACK, YAY!
Fun Gang, back together, working to save Susie’s soon-to-be-girlfriend!
Rhythm game to start a new bumping song. Nice.
Might live blog less from here, since, you know, the game is starting proper.
God, I love Deltarune’s look and sound, it’s so clean? And expressive, and AAAGH, I just love it!
I love angry Ralsei.
First lose control laughing moment: Kris and Susie squishing Ralsei like a toothpaste tube, to play an arcade game.
Did, did I just play Punch-Out inside an Undertale?
Curing computer viruses with Syringes…sure.
Sweet is the rhythm guy! Nice to meet you, Sweet! You and Toby are great at this music thing.
Hey, Susie can act now! Awesome!
Ralsei too, because of bullying! Yay!
Now the whole gang’s dancing!
(This is where I took my first real break, to process stuff and relax, and also to sleep)
In between thought: it’s kinda interesting that, in Chapter 1, Susie basically had to be forced to care about Kris, Ralsei, and Susie, but as soon as Noelle is in the slightest bit of danger, she’s immediately like, “We have to save her or die trying”, huh?
“Reverse diss-tracks, where the vocalist puts themselves down and praises Queen…or noise music.” That’s some, interesting taste in music.
“All our songs are only 4 seconds long!” Damn, so you’re, like, Vine musicians?
So, the Knight is opening alternate fountains, that create dark worlds out of, more mundane places? Interesting…
So, someone new is leading the rebels. This, can’t go well.
Smorgasbord 2.
Oooh, a TP raising Item! Nice!
Oh, the guy who was already working for Queen is a Werewire now. Okay.
66 up arrows. Hmmm, I wonder if I can retry at some point…
Oh boy. Here’s the queens…wait what?
Oh my god.
Go kart time.
Noelle, you traitor! How could you!
Oh, okay. Berdly I believe more.
Also, “beloved”.
I love how Queen apparently didn’t even ask him.
“Light Nerds” Good one, Queen.
That’s one weird Check for Berdly.
Berdly, for God’s sakes, Noelle is a lesbian, you idiot.
You know, given this villain rant, I think I hate Berdly more than I do King. And I’ve dealt with both bullies AND abusive dads.
Oh god, Roller Coaster Tycoon murder (also Berdly is dead)
Garbage! Saved by it again.
Oh, this place looks glitchy.
Also, Susie, you’re not the king of the trash pile. You’re QUEEN of the trash pile.
Oh god, please don’t tell me she’s dying.
Okay, good, she just needed fluffy boy hug.
Fork in the path, advantageous to split up, huh? But there’s three of us, and, two paths probably.
Okay, I can either go with the Fluffy boy who might secretly be evil, or the mean girl who might get lesbian scenes…hmmm…
I’m flipping a coin.
Okay, Ralsei it is!
Oh, Susie is upset at me getting to pick.
Oh, they’re going together.
Oh, this can’t be good.
If I had a nickel for every indie game with a cat themed metropolis on my pc, I’d have two nickels. You can finish the meme.
I swear I just saw Noelle on the right. Something big in the streets, hmmmm…
Okay, definitely saw Noelle that time. Shame the Poppups, popped up.
…I get it, Toby, but I’m still mad.
Blocked 10 ads…okay, I still love this game.
God, I’m already missing my party members.
Okay, so I still have Lancer, but, I’m really hoping Noelle listens to reason, because Lancer is, not.
Oh god no, don’t fight me now Queen. And please don’t join me.
Alright, nobody likes Berdly. Figured.
God they’re so dumb.
“G-got any room for another truce?” Noelle, I would do a No Mercy run for you, of course I’m going to help you.
I can’t believe “No Triple Trucies” is even an option.
Yay! Noelle in party!
“LV1 Snowcaster. Might be able to use some cool moves.” She’s got Heal Prayer, a more powerful (but more expensive) Pacify, and a damaging Ice move for only 16% TP.
I love her.
I don’t know what a sugarplum is myself, actually.
Noelle, you have a one track mind, and I like it.
Lancer, she’s not a cream, and we’re not making her a bad guy.
Oh, and she’s scared of mice, I love it!
Ah, she’s never been in battle before, let’s see how this goes.
See? That wasn’t so bad, Noelle.
Oh, she’s a natural!
“Needles aren’t scary…” Tell that to anyone under 20, Noelle.
Also, “subtle” pro-Vax message?
Oh my god, I just love her animations.
So, the virus and the syringe are fighting…hm…
Okay, so, first, Noelle’s defend animation, also perfect.
Second, so Ambyu-lance’s bullets block and destroy Virovirokun’s…hmm…
Have I mentioned how much I love Noelle? This funky little Christmas Lesbian can do no wrong.
Oh my god, she can’t even confidently say we’re friends, and hearing Kris say it makes her happy, I love her so much.
Okay, so, Queen drinks Battery Acid. Makes sense for a computer.
Kris is so done with this shit, I can tell.
I am both scared of and loving Queen.
Oh Jesus Christ Berdly what the fuck is that.
That is not greatness that is…I don’t know. I’m pretty sure even tumblr isn’t horny for you, Berdly.
Christ, he’s gonna break Queen by being an idiot and then he’ll be the Chapter boss.
Her eyes say lying. Of course.
“I Did Not Know You Had… Nipples” that’s, a good point.
…Berdly, you disturb me.
Second lost control laughing moment: Noelle’s cardboard robot face, and Queen just saying “Wow Cool Face”
Lancer, what is the “illusory nipple technique”?
Oh, of course the music bots built the statue. Berdly would never do manual labor.
Oh, and, they built the next “big” thing…hmmmm…
Why are we, flavors of tea???
Okay, that should be all the werewires for now.
The, clothing store, sold me, a useless mannequin, for $300. Of course.
I am going to touch the cheese.
Maus!
Cheese maze, purposely ruined to spare more Mices.
Hmm, Berdly talks about Noelle’s crush. $20 says he actually thinks it’s him, or maybe Kris at a stretch.
Noelle is now immune to mice! Yay!
Oh, CD Bagel, Seedy Bagel, just got that.
Okay, sacrifice pacifist run to kill Berdly…I’m tempted.
Uh, Berdly, Noelle just one shot both your allies. I’m not alone, you are.
Jokes on you, buddy, I’ve been dodging A+ for years!
“(He hit me in the face with a tornado…)” Yes, Noelle, and I have papercuts on my eyelids. He do be an asshole.
Oh good, they both made Battery Acid Pies. Now we’re in a car together. Perfect. This is exactly how I wanted things to go.
Potassium
Who is this trash man?
Spamton, huh. Oh boy.
Oh god, this song has lyrics.
Oh joy, a mini boss on my own. Just what I wanted.
Oh, new game over screen! Nice.
Anyways, I hate this guy.
Okay, just one more deal, I think. I wonder what’s next.
I’m not giving you my credit card info, dude.
Oh damnit, 1% more.
Okay, I’m very scared now.
Oh, I lost $51. That’s, fair.
Okay, back in the car.
Oh my god, Queen loves Noelle too. Perfect.
Lancer took the mixtape! Nice!
Oh, he ate it…nice!
DECEMB…
Oh god she’s a little kid.
December.
I’m so sorry, Noelle. I really hope you’re going to be okay. We’ll figure out what to do.
Queen, why does everything you have explode?
Now the prize is on my head.
Susie and Ralsei! You’re back!
She can slightly heal me now…cool!
And she taught him Sarcasm. I love them all so much.
Uh, Susie! You can have it!
Okay, so, now Susie is both gay for Noelle, and suspicious of her. Amazing.
And Noelle is turned on by the threat of being killed. Have I mentioned I love these dorks?
The gang’s all here!
Uh, just got past fireworks, and, where’s Noelle?
Oh, okay. She was just watching Fireworks.
Oooo, catching mice minigame!
Oooo, more elaborate but simpler to control mice minigame!
Oooo, bucket hole!
Also, nice gay Noelle moment noted.
Oh no, please don’t take the perfect girl away from us!
Okay, so, I don’t like Berdly, but, Acid river? Bit much…
Oh, okay. He was never in danger. I hate both of you. GIVE US BACK NOELLE
GOD DAMNIT NOT THE CAGE AGAIN.
Oh, great, now we’re captured too. Except possibly Ralsei.
She only plays mobile games. Burn her.
For once Berdly is correct.
Queen, you are dumb.
Is that the super Mario world fade?
I don’t, next question.
No looking at my Search history!
Oh, hey, we can chat in here.
LANCER TIME!
YES I MISSED YOU YOU DOPE
Lancer, never say Pants hole again, and never say you were inside it either.
Lancer, do you still not know our name?!
So this is how they lampshade the tutorial-Toriel thing, huh?
Oh no, Lancer, please don’t die in here.
Um, are there rooms for all the kids at school?
Asriel…
Puzzle time!
Plot twist: Susie is not Susan.
Berdly is dumb.
Admittedly, I did brute force that second one a bit…
Okay, now Susie has outsmarted both me AND Berdly. This is sad.
Oh god, he’s gonna cry now.
Oh, my god, that’s what December meant. That’s why Berdly cares about Noelle. That’s why…oh god.
Oh wow, Susie’s a gamer. This is incredible Lore.
Oh wow, first Lancer’s face returns, now Berdly is Anime. I love this game.
Oh my god, Ralsei in a tux. I love him.
Alright, so, Lancer needs to go back to Castle Town, and we need to get the heck to Noelle. I hope Berdly’s plan actually works…
Aw, I wanted him to stay tuxedo…
Color Cafe, huh?
Oh god, Rouxls came here. I am terrified.
I love this hype manor song!
Toby Fox, why is there so much 3D Shenanigans in this 2D Top Down RPG???
Note: from here, I end up going to the secret of this chapter. Do not read if you don’t want to be spoiled on that plotline. Skip to where I say Pancake Batter.
Okay, I’m going back, and I’m gonna find this third blue check mark.
Okay, found it, now to get back to the guy…
Yay, fireworks, again!
East treasure’s hallway leading to Basement on 1F…
Oh dear.
So there’s a secret here after all…where is…
Found it!
Okay, how to open this lock, now…hm.
Well, one thing was in the field, so, maybe in the city?
Oh Jesus it’s Spamton.
$28, not a penny more.
KeyGen, huh…
If this is as hard as Jevil, I’m gonna be pissed.
Oh, great, just Kris going in. Again. Fantastic.
Oh what the fuck.
Oh Jesus Christ I hate this build up.
Oh, and I died on the elevator. That’s fun.
Okay, so I hate this elevator. A lot.
Okay! Took like six tries, but I made it past the elevator! Now, let’s see what’s waiting for me…
EmptyDisk…hmmmmmmmm…
Maybe take that back to Scamton or whoever?
…Ralsei, Susie, what are you two doing?
Okay, trash man, you better like this.
Oh Jesus Christ.
Okay, this is not what I expected to follow Jevil’s lead. But, let’s see what happens when I turn this disk in.
Oh, nothing happened. Sure it did. Just gonna walk away then…
Oh, wouldn’t you know it, something happened!
Okay, so big puppet robot man. This is terrifying.
THANK YOU SUSIE!
Roller coaster boss! Again! Oh good!
YELLOW SOUL!
Can’t write notes, gotta kill.
Spamton, oh my god. And it’s Neo’s outfit. How the fuck did I not realize before?
Im terrified, let’s GOOOOOO!
Holy shit is that the Undertale Game Over message??????
Many tries later
Okay, I think it’s actually Ralsei and Susie talking…
Quitting the game so they can get their healing items out of storage and buy some good ones extra later
Okay, third turn, and I’ve only been hit once! Granted, it did almost 50 damage to Susie, but, still, doing better this time!
Even more death later
Did he just, attack himself?
Is he surrendering?
I…I did it! I did it in one sitting! Minus quitting so I could grab healing items that did more than 40 HP!
Oh, he killed him by freeing him…….okay.
Dealmaker, huh? Let’s see what this bad boy is…
+4 defense, +5 magic (even on Kris?), and $+30%…”and…?”
Okay, Ralsei, you get that, Susie get’s Jevilstail, and I get many questions.
Alright, now back to the actual plot!
Oh…Kris has goosebumps, and Susie’s asking if they’re okay…no. I’m saying no.
I love these two so much. Now let’s save the adorable lesbian.
Pancake Batter. Alright, we’re good.
Sorry, Noelle, got distracted.
Mouse wheel!
Tasque manager helped!
Man, this room is big and empty, with an odd exit door and screens on the north wall. Hmmmm…
Toby!
Thank you annoying dog!
Okay, I still love this music. Just wanted to say that. Anyways, PROGRESS!
We’re tea covered now. Except Susie. She’s tea filled.
Oh god, I don’t trust Berdly with Susie.
God, Knight teased.
Duck ride with Fluffy Boy.
Okay, so, puzzle time, methonk.
High Five!
More duck ride!
Ralsei, do you wanna do the kissy?
Oh boy.
Oh jeez.
Oh damn.
Rouxls.
Ralsei, you read my mind.
Oh Jesus it’s the tank from the first game.
Okay, so, we, take houses? Okay.
I can’t believe some people thought this dork was Gaster.
Wow, I beat him in like 3 and a half turns because I blocked him in.
Another God Dammit because SOMEONE didn’t pay attention to what happened to Lancer.
His head is still blue…
Hey, Camera! Peace signs and hugs!
Mostly hugs.
Yay, more Susie and Noelle time!
Oh my god, my heart is breaking.
Okay, I love these adorable girls.
Oh boy, this is, weird.
“Point and hearts come out” or “Eat moss”. The choice of a generation.
Fair point, Susie.
She likes scary things, huh.
Kinky
Have I mentioned how much I love these two? Because I do.
Susie and Noelle are best girls ever, no objections.
Oh good, Berdly, don’t ruin this completely, okay?
I fucking knew it.
Noelle, you’re going to kill him, and that’s okay with me.
Susie, stop squishing him like toothpaste!
Oh boy, I get big “final boss” energy right now…
Werewerewire?!
Okay, so I just stole from Noelle’s room.
Okay, boss time.
Shit, I should’ve healed up.
Okay, so, I died, but, I can fix that!
So, this boss is calling back to how the town’s internet has gone out, a fact I didn’t even learn until watching other content last night when I should have been sleeping, because I forgot to talk to Alphys during the brief chance I had.
Also, now both she and Ralsei have made reference to the real world outside…hmmmm…
So I guess the plot is about Google search being evil…yeah that checks out.
Bitch, did you just funny runny way?
Hmm, I’d say 50/50 odds of him being a drama Queen vs. him trying to trick Susie into caring about him.
Yep, he’s trying to score a kiss. Berdly…get a job.
Alright, let’s save Noelle, and possibly the whole town.
The “Roaring” Knight?
Oh god, the determination…who is this Knight, what is going on, and how involved are we?
Wait wait wait wait wait wait WAIT
When she described the Knight making more darkness, she said they took their blade, and showed an image of a knife. Was…was this…
HOLY SHIT IS KRIS’S NIGHT SELF THE KNIGHT?!?!
Oh. It was a giant robot. Not a statue.
Susie’s dancing!
Oh yeah, he can fly.
Resistance! Yay!
Okay, so, we sentai up in this bitch.
I wonder how the hell this story would go if we didn’t go pacifist then? Because in Chapter 1, all that really changed was how the boss was defeated in the cutscene, and like a couple details later. This is, a lot more than that.
Okay, so, three rounds of HP, punch out for her turns, just keep attacking. Got it.
Two rounds down, one to go!
Yes, eat your own Baseball, bitch!
Oh, suicide attack. Well it was just a robot.
Oh. She still has us.
Oh fuck the robot is Noelle’s mom. Fuck.
Okay, so, Queen is dead.
Oh fuck, don’t take over the world with darkness all of you, please.
The Roaring?
Oh fuck, new legend lore.
Titans, Fountains, enveloping the land in devastation. Oh jeez.
Lost eternally in an endless night…that’s not paradise. That’s hell.
QUEEN IS ALIVE?!?! AND DIDN’T KNOW ANY OF THAT?!?!
Thank you, Susie!
Okay, that’s a good ending for a second chapter, it’s dark fountain time!
Susie, please don’t turn evil.
…
And, we’re in the computer lab!
Wait, Ms. Boom? Does, does Gerson have a daughter, or wife?
Lost control laughing #3: this
I love this game so much. Time to explore town again.
Okay, Alphys does crush on Undyne still, at least.
Oops, I just let all the prisoner dogs out.
Awww, Undyne likes Alphys too!
Napstablook, I love you.
Oh shit, Asgore used to be a pig?
Oh god, this Rudy storyline is gonna be depressing all the way through, huh?
Susie, can we steal the tower of the gods?
Hey, we can actually go back to Ralsei’s dark world?!
Okay, this is gonna be interesting.
Oh thank god, we can save in the epilogue now, cool.
Oh cool, King and Queen together.
Oh my god he calls her Queenie Beanie. I love this.
So, a card and a computer fucked to make Lancer, who is a card. Okay.
Okay, so Lancer DOES know Kris’s name! Just not Ralsei’s!
New battle challenges! Yes!
Might save “Ch. 2 All-stars” for another time, though…
Perfection is the mannequin reaction.
Oh my god there’s a dedicated room for listening to music I love this
Alright, time to skedaddle back to the real world.
Okay, so Alvin is Gerson’s son, and he’s depressed. Fun.
Oh, MK and Snowy are by the creepy bunker. That’s…fun.
Okay, so, Susie scared them off after they insulted Kris, because Kris said something about the bunker…hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…
Hey, Nice Cream Guy is one of the Ice-E’s employees! Nice!
Ah, PizzaPants. Never change.
Oh hey, it’s the little guy, who’s clone is a Gaster follower. And the bird guy’s still in the library, and the donut guy is still in his car…
Hey, Catty and Bratty are becoming friends again! Cool!
Omg, Sans’s store is open. Do I…go in?
Hell yes I do!
Okay, so, Grillby’s music still, but, different interior. Interesting…
Sans, a day and 2 years in this game are not equivalent. It’s a day and 3 years.
The trousle grows further away.
Oh jeez Susie’s been drinking the milk. Oh god.
Cool, Susie’s seeing Onion too!
Oh, never mind.
A song is coming from deep under the water…either Shyren is involved, or this is gonna take a turn.
See you, Su-
Oh! Hey mom! Meet Susie!
Pie for all!
Oh my god, Susie, my heart is breaking.
Okay, so Alphys and Toriel know about the chalk. That, kinda makes Susie thinking she’d get expelled for it, really depressing.
Okay, so, Toriel and Susie are gonna make Pie together, that’s cool. Still, pretty worried about, Kris.
Uh, I just ran the sink, and, uh…
WHAT THE FUCK
OKAY SO MY SOUL IS UNDER THE SINK, KRIS WHAT ARE YOU DOING WHY IS IT BLACK OUT THE WINDOW WHERE ARE YOU GOING
WHAT THE FUCK
…so we get a cute scene with Susie and Toriel, then Susie asks where Kris is and…they do this sometimes?
I’m very concerned.
Okay, Toriel is concerned too, enough to say “hell”. Even Susie is shocked.
Okay, so, they’re coming back, uh, okay, this isn’t good, right?
Stopped the faucet, opened the drawer, and…we’re back?!
Kris what the fuck are you doing
And why couldn’t we find Asgore in the town?
Okay, so, we’re all sleeping in the living room. I, guess tomorrow’s the weekend, probably? I don’t know?
Susie, doesn’t have caring parents, I guess?
Oh god, Susie wants them to come to our world, but, Lancer is a playing card, he can’t…I don’t know. I’ll say it’s “far-fetched”.
There’s a festival, apparently. This seems…suspicious.
I’d take Ralsei, so you could take Noelle.
She’s asleep.
That, might not be good, in this context.
Okay, so, we’re asleep too, I think?
Oh god, Toriel’s tires are slashed, that can not be good, in any way.
Okay, night time, Toriel and Susie are asleep…now what are you doing, Kris?
That, knife…
Okay, so, yep, they’re the Knight, and they just opened Darkness in their living room. This is, not, good. And, the tv’s on, and the door’s unlocked…
What the fuck is happening?
Ending credits song sounds, techno? Is this more of Don’t Forget? Or a remix? I hear the lyrics at least.
“To be continued in Chapter 3” OH IT BETTER BE, TOBY
So, yeah, that's Deltarune Chapter 2. In conclusion: this explains nothing, raises 120% more questions, and overall is still an incredible, wonderful game. I also like how each Chapter so far has been almost as long as a full play through of Undertale, and yet we're still somehow only 2 sevenths of the way through. Oh yeah, did I not mention? After completing it, it brought me to a chapter select with SEVEN DIFFERENT CHAPTERS, only two of which were available. So, you know. THAT'S FUN!
In actual conclusion, please play this game, it's free, it's amazing, and also buy the soundtrack on Bandcamp so Toby can make some kinda living.
#deltarune#deltarune spoilers#deltarune chapter 2#deltarune chapter two#deltarune chapter two spoilers#deltarune liveblog#shut up sorio#I have so many more thoughts#just give them a while to coalesce into something coherent
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Sweetest, Biggest Fan
This will literally waste your time so...you’ve been warned.
Just based off of this picrew (mine is last) because it gave me crazy Bakugou fan vibes. I’m not going to wait because it will end up like the other things and never see the light of day so apologies if there’s editing mishaps. I know it’s Feb but new year new me!
Words: 1.2K
Warnings: This plays with the Yandere theme so keep that in mind. No smut, no “kinks” of mine, just a random post that I already warned you about ,but see you are refusing to listen and need to learn for yourself...
Honestly it’s just me being a menace writing about a menace...Also this didn’t paste how I wanted so... enjoy 😉
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Anyone else would have simply turned off the television. Or maybe pause and squeal with joy that the real life Dynamight was going to be in the same neighborhood at such close vicinity. Hell they might even call up their friends to start planning a meet up at the location. But fuck that - you weren't just anyone. What would be nothing to anyone else sent anger pulsing through your veins, but who could blame you? You were his biggest fan. When you saw the interview with that wretched bakeshop owner a few blocks away on the news stating that Bakugou Katsuki “Lord Undercut” Explosion Murder (and greatest hero in your mind) would be gracing them with his presence you were almost happy. Almost. But that damn woman with her damn rosy cheeked smile seemed soooo thrilled that her rank little shop had been damaged by him during a villain pursuit. So thrilled because the incident caused the agency to force Bakugou to make an appearance once they reopened to get business back up and running. You remember her lips stretching ear to ear sharing that she would make him the best dessert he had ever tasted.
You scoffed. She was so annoyingly enthusiastic, but he didn't even like sweets! Pathetic. Of course you weren’t surprised, not everyone knew him like you did. The poor girl was just stupid is all but it still pissed you off. You weren’t jealous you just knew he didn't want to subject himself to wasting his time because you knew him. She wasn't even his type! How could she be? She wasn't you. You wanted to wipe that little smile off of her face and knew just the way to do it. It was an efficient way to kill two birds with one stone honestly. Save him from wasting time and save her from the embarrassment. Heh maybe she would be calling you a hero afterwards, but there wouldn’t be a chance for her to get the words out. Unfortunately she wouldn’t have a chance to see him take his first bite.
You even got a little cute beforehand juuuust in case you happened to run into him. You were always prepared to see him. A turtle neck here, a pair of ass blessing leggings there and voila! Oh..and your spiked brass knuckles - a cute accessory and essential for handling your business at the bakery.
It was late - surely no one would hear you. The neighborhood wasn’t that great, so the chances that someone would notice the sound of glass breaking when you took your metal bat to it was little to none. You didn’t mean to make such a rude entrance, it’s that bitch’s fault for locking the door! Honestly you didn’t have time to feel bad. You stepped into the shop, music still playing probably because she was either too excited to remember or she was still oddly in the shop. You didn’t care. You hopped over the counter, not even caring about the cupcake display you knocked over, it was probably stale anyway. If she was really a fan she would have made a fresh display for him, but no she didn’t and that’s why you couldn’t allow him to waste time on scrubs like her. Honestly the things you do for that man.
You made your way to the kitchen where you couldn't decide if it was heaven or hell. All of those (albeit delicious) delicacies on any other day would have called your name, but today you only thought about how people would be lining up in a matter of hours to have the chance to see him - YOUR idol dammit. The thought made you grab the nearest tart and throw it against the wall. Ooh - that was therapeutic. You ripped the plastic off of the tray of cupcakes grasping one in each hand as you closed them within your fist feeling the cream filled dessert squish between your fingers. “Red velvet” you questioned as you sniffed the air - not bad. You slammed down palms first onto the table flattening two more as a jelly bursted out onto the table meeting their doom. Taking hold of a few cookies you crushed them together and twisted, making them crumble in your hand. The cakes at the other end? They tasted the ground as you swiped your arm shoving each one off the surface. The last thing it saw was the bottom of your boot as your shoe came down, filling the grooves of your sole with fudge icing and cake. After a quick game of hopscotch you took a break from stomping all over her precious time and continued your search.
There was a door in the back that was slightly cracked. That has to be it! You printed the floor with your icing covered footsteps, closer and closer until you reached the room and slowly pushed the door open further.
Jackpot.
You just knew the precious little thing wouldn’t leave the bakery. Back in the corner, sweating alllll that time before you figured out the hiding spot. Little shit probably knew what was coming. You were staring directly into the very thing that would cause your precious Dynamight so much trouble tomorrow.You were quick in getting close landing a nice swift kick from the side; you couldn’t wait to knock that bitch off the pedestal the media had delicately given up. You didn’t want to stop kicking but you wanted to get more personal. You looked down and took it all in, broken, leaking red on the floor admiring your work before you got on your knees and put those brass knuckles to use. It was almost too easy the way the spikes punctured through causing the dark rouge color to splatter all over your face. It was cold once it hit your face and dripped down your cheek. “Take that” as you landed another spiked smash.
You were breathing heavily reviewing your work. Shattered and painting the walls it looked so pretty, so...tasty. You knew you had to leave soon but couldn’t help yourself as you took two fingers and swiped them across the red liquid bringing it to your tongue letting your taste buds relish in the moment. “Mmmmm”, tangy yet sweet, a delicious mixture of flavors coming from the cherry filling even after being battered into almost nothing. You almost felt bad for what you did - it wasn’t too sweet, he actually might’ve liked it. Still, you got up and made your way back to the front of the store reviewing your work as you strutted towards the window. People would surely be showing up early to see him, so you had to run home to make sure you were ready. He’s going to be so relieved! Maybe he’ll take you on a private trip to show his gratitude. You had saved him. You felt the crunch of the glass and looked back one more time. What would she think? Poor girl just had her bakery repaired... “Oh well”, you thought, “sorry it didn’t work out it’s just...I’m his biggest fan ya know? No hard feelings.” A toothy grin consumed your face as you hopped outside and waltzed your way home licking the cherry goodness off your lips wishing it was caramel instead.
#bnha fanfiction#bakugou x reader#yandere reader insert#kinda#bakugou katsuki#He's not there he is just mentioned#no actual food was harmed making this#I'm just a troll your honor
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Sunflowers and Snakes
Pairing: Dabi x Reader x Hawks
A/n: Written for the Bnha spring time event. Hi @amaamajiki , I'm your anon! I really hope you like this lmao.
Word Count: 2.25k
Warnings: Sorta spoilers for bnha, swearing, blood mention, Suggestive themes(Very very minor)
For the first time in about a month, You could go home on time. The restaurant you worked in constantly asked for you to work overtime. The only reason you continuously agreed was for that sweet sweet paycheck. Fortunately, everyone else was at work and did their jobs, so you were free to go home and cuddle the shit out of your dog.
When you got home, all you could hear was the sound of paws on wood before your life flashed before your eyes. Seems your dog missed you a little too much because he pounced, knocking you off balance, and eagerly started licking your face.
"Okay! Okay! Hey let's make a deal. If you get off of me, I'll give you a surprise?" You held your dog away from your face with one arm, while wiping off the sheer amount of dog slobber that was on your face with the other. The dog paused as if he were thinking before moving off of you and sitting down with a sharp bark.
"That's a good boy." You smiled at him before turning on the TV for background noise. You walked into the kitchen to fix your dog's food. After pouring the food into the bowl, you stuck a lil treat in there. Boom! Recipe for a happy Schnauzer. The moment you sat the bowl down, he shot forwards and barely gave you back out of the way.
Shaking your head, you walked back into your living room and sat on the couch. Moments of complete peace were hard to come by. After the fall of All Might, nobody was really safe. I mean, Endeavor doesn't give a shit about his fans, so why should you trust him to protect you?
From what you gathered, the number two hero, Hawks has actually started searching for his soulmate. When asked to show off his tattoo, he refused. Something about "The thrill of the hunt".
Tattoos are typically two of a kind. Only two people would have the same tattoo. Speaking of soulmate tattoos, Yours was a Snake winding around a single sunflower. It was actually huge, since it covered your entire left arm. It was a really cool design when you think about it.
A small whine managed to shake you out of your thoughts. You got up, grabbed the yellow leash, and hooked it to the matching yellow collar your dog wore. "Come on pretty pup, it's been awhile since I've had time to go on a walk, huh?"
He barked in response as his stubby little tail wagged rapidly. You opened the door and locked it behind you before letting yourself be led by your dog. Around five minutes into the walk, you felt your arm grow warm. Apparently your soulmate was close. It was like a game of hot and cold until you bumped into a guy with a black trenchcoat. Your arm felt extremely hot, so you looked at him.
"You gonna apologize? You were the one that bumped into me." He had a relatively bored tone of voice. He was eerily calm for someone to be in this scenario. It felt like his eyes were staring deeply into your soul.
"Yeah uh, sorry… But-" You couldn't even finish your sentence, because he walked off with a dismissive wave. You wanted to follow after him, but your dear dog had decided he wanted to shit right then and there. You were forced to wait on him to finish.
After cleaning up and disposing of the waste, you just decided to go back home to get some much deserved rest.
•••
Two weeks later, you had a day off and it was really nice outside, so why not go for a walk through the forest? You went through your typical morning routine and got dressed. You fed your dog and took him out for a bit. "Alright pup, I'll be back soon, okay?" You blew a lil air kiss and left the house.
After roughly 15 minutes, you reached a clearing in the forest. It was peaceful and nothing seemed to be out of place. There was a river a few steps away from you, and all sorts of flowers blooming. The trees actually provided very nice shade. You wouldn't mind living out here or at least somewhere just as peaceful as it was out here.
You took a deep breath and sat on a nearby stump, just taking in nature. You didn't get to enjoy the peace for long, due to the sudden burn on your left arm. Your soulmate was quickly approaching your location. You glanced around, but didn't see anyone. Yet your arm was getting warmer and warmer.
Suddenly, a voice spoke out. "You're the person from that night, right?"
You recognized that voice. You focused on where the sound came from and fixated on where he was standing. He was leaning against a tree with his arms crossed. "Yeah, I am. Hey can I-"
"I'm not your soulmate." He interjected. You shot him a confused look. There was no way you were wrong about this. "Don't believe me? I don't even have a tattoo." He held up both of his scarred arms.
This only served to confuse you more. "Yeah no, I'm right. There's no fucking way I'm wrong." You shot back. He raised an eyebrow at you.
"Are you sure about that? People are born without soulmates, y'know." He said.
"Let's say you aren't my soulmate. Why the hell did you follow me here?" You sighed, already annoyed that he ruined your perfectly peaceful moment.
"Because I know who is."
"Why would you help me? You don't seem like the type to help someone just out of the kindness of your heart." You narrowed your eyes and he laughed. He laughed at you.
"Oh trust me, I'll be getting a pretty little payment for this," His eyes shone with amusement. "Follow me."
He walked off. Bold of him to assume you were gonna follow him. You stayed put for a moment before ultimately realizing it was useless. You had to speed walk to catch up to him. He walked out of the forest and towards a building that was pretty much hidden from view.
Your arm was still extremely warm, due to you being close to the strange man. Hold on. You don't even know his name and yet you followed him to some secluded building where he's probably gonna-
"Dabi."
The statement broke you out of your train of thought. That was… weirdly coincidental. He suddenly announced his name just as your mind began to wander. "Yeah… I'm Y/l/n Y/n…"
He just hummed in response, as he continued to lead you through the strange building. Eventually the two of you came to a stop. The both of you stood in front of a door that had been painted red. He didn't even bother knocking and simply opened the door, revealing none other than the number two hero.
Hawks' head perked up at the sound of the door opening and grinned lazily. "Hey, thanks again for bringing her." He had a glint in his eyes. Like he knew something you didn't.
"Mhm. I'm expecting my… you piece of shit." Dabi trailed off before there was suddenly emotion in his voice. It definitely wasn't a good one. Had something happened between the two of them? Should you leave? Yeah… you definitely should. Dabi seemed extremely hostile and you were getting bad vibes. You went to take a step back but paused when you felt a hand tightly grip your wrist.
"Huh?"
"You aren't going anywhere" His eyes were still focused on Hawks. Nobody moved for a moment before suddenly, the hostility drained from the air. Dabi let go of your wrist and walked out of the room.
"Hawks-"
"Call me Keigo."
"Okay, Keigo… can you explain to me why I'm here?" The past like 5 minutes was a trip from start to finish and you really wanted answers. Keigo patted the spot next to him, so you took a seat and waited for him to start.
"Your arm still feels really warm despite Dabi no longer being in the room, right?" His feathers ruffled slightly as a breeze drifted through the window. You nodded, unsure of what to think before it hit you. His grin got wider and he removed his jacket. "Well, Y/n, we're soulmates." He held out his left arm for you to see. Low and behold, The exact same tattoo was covering it.
You felt extremely happy that you'd found your soulmate, but still extremely confused. How did your tattoo still burn in Dabi's presence if Hawks was your soulmate? It didn't make sense.
"I should probably explain Dabi since he won't do it himself, and you're probably hella confused. Dabi is also our soulmate."
That… that actually makes sense. You nod as Hawks explains everything and suddenly he gets to a topic that you'd been curious about for a while now.
"Because of his scarring, he no longer has the tattoo. But nature had him covered because he developed a telepathic connection to both of us. Aka, he can very easily read our minds."
That made even more sense. But that doesn't explain why he refused you as a soulmate. You shook off that thought and decided to get to know Hawks a little better. Eventually the two of you came to an agreement. Since you liked to cook, and he liked eating, sometime this month, you'd bake or fry chicken for him.
It was starting to get dark and your dog probably missed you, so you decided to try to find Dabi.
Dabi did not want to be found. It took you 30 minutes to finally get to him, and when you did he ignored any small talk you tried to initiate. Eventually he grew tired of your shit. "Look, I'm not your soulmate. Leave me alone."
"Yeah? Bullshit. Hawks explained everything to me. Why are you brushing me off?"
"I don't fucking need a soulmate. Certainly not someone like you or Hawks." He snarled, turning on his heels to walk away.
"I don't care about what you think you need. You need us, you can't deny that!" You argued back. You were really starting to get sick of this.
"I can and I will."
And with that, he walked away. You balled your hands into fists tightly. You would've stayed, but your dog needed someone to take care of him.
•••
Almost a month had gone by since that argument, between you and Dabi and you hadn't heard from him since. Hawks moved in and actively bothered the hell out of your dog. He would complain about him biting his feathers, but you would often catch him sleeping with y/d/n curled up at his side.
You were in the middle of baking cookies when a crash could be heard from within the house. You grabbed a kitchen knife and went to investigate the sound. It couldn't have been the dog, he was asleep when the crash was heard. Silently walking into the room the sound was heard from, you were kinda shocked to see him.
He had numerous cuts in various sizes on his body. All of them were bleeding. "I just need somewhere to lay low for a bit, I'll be gone by morning."
"Dabi…" Your heart ached at the sight of him, but you refused to be someone he could walk all over. "Get out."
It seemed like he was too preoccupied to listen to your thoughts, because your words shocked him. "...Out? Y/n, it's me."
"I know. But you said you didn't need us, yet here you are." You stood your ground and he stared up at you for a moment. He was analyzing you, seeming like he was studying you for a weakness he could exploit.
He let out a sigh and spoke under his breath. You raised an eyebrow at this and he cleared his throat before speaking up. "...I'm sorry. I just… don't want the two of you dragged down with me."
"Elaborate." You demanded and he nodded.
"I'm a villain, you're a civilian, and Hawks is the number two hero. Being associated with me is like killing your chances to actually do something with your life." He hissed out. Seemed like the pain from his wounds was getting to him.
You helped him up and led him into the bathroom. There, you cleaned up and bandaged his wounds. He studied your face carefully and you worked. "No hard feelings?"
"No hard feelings. But Keigo should be getting home soon, so you're gonna have to relay your little speech again." You snorted as you finished up. He stood up and walked out of the bathroom with you trailing behind him.
The two of you walked into the kitchen. You pulled the cookies out of the oven and offered one up as a peace treaty. He rolled his eyes and pecked you on your lips as a peace treaty.
A minute or so later, Hawks walked in. He noticed Dabi sitting on the counter with a chamomile flower crown on his head. How you managed to get him to wear that is unknown to humanity.
"Yeah, I'm gonna live here from now on. And no, you won't be topping."
Hawks rolled his eyes as you laughed. "At least you're not being a pussy about soulmates anymore."
"Fuck you too."
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1-30 for the video game ask. you know i had to do it to ya
I literally had to make a google doc for this, there was so many questions, cause formatting machine broke here:
Do you try to stay away from walkthroughs?
🥚 Aggressively. Walkthroughs, guides and videos are a last resort.
Company you're always loyal to?
🥚 I mean Nintendo's pretty high up there but I'm gaining a LOT of respect for Double Fine lately as well!
Best game you've ever played?
🥚 Super. Paper. Mario.
Worst game you've ever played?
🥚 Ninjabread Man... Yes. Ye's I've played that shovelware nightmare.
A popular series/game you just can't get into no matter how much you try?
🥚 I've never been able to get into most fighting games of any kind. Street fighter, tekken, smash brothers- Though I'm trying my hardest with smash, since my little brother is heavily attached to it and I'm heavily attached to him.
A game that's changed you the most?
🥚 There's a few games actually! Paper Mario 64, Pokemon Ultra Moon and Hollow Knight! - Paper Mario because it was my first introduction to dark themes hidden under a bright color of paint! Taught me that you don't necessarily need the world ending to have something scary! - Pokemon cause it's kinda been my first bold step out against my religious household's views. It was a good dose on independence! - Hollow Knight is smaller, admittedly... It introduced me to metroidvanias and speedrunning in a way that I can actually have fun! Cheating but not also is kinda fun, haha!
A game you'll never forget?
🥚 Club Penguin! Yes, I'm counting that here! That was my childhood and would probably have done what Paper Mario did if it had come first in my life!
Best soundtrack?
🥚 For those who don't know, I'm a HUGE music fan, so choosing one OST is kinda hard for me! That being said, I have a soft spot for both Mario Galaxy OSTs, A Hat in Time, Psychonauts and recently Paper Mario: The Oragami King.
A game you turn your volume off every time you play it?
🥚 The World Ends With You, after some of my father's comments on the OST, sadly...
A game you've completely given up on?
🥚 Granny Simulator. I don't have anyone to play it with.
Hardest game you've played?
🥚 Hollow Knight by far. You try to 112% Steel Soul that shit and get back to me.
Shortest time you've beaten a game in?
🥚 Maybe an hour? I beat Tattletail in about that time.
A game you were the most excited for when it wasn't released yet?
🥚 PSYCHONAUTS 2 PSYCHONAUTS 2
P S Y C H O N A U G H T S 2
A game you think would be cool if it had voice acting?
🥚 The Paper Mario Franchise as a whole honestly
Which two games do you think would make an awesome crossover?
🥚 Hmm, Genshin Impact and Xenoblade Chronicles! I think they'd mesh nicely!
Character you've hated most? From what game?
🥚 Gosh, genuinely hate? I've never hated any character... Okay maybe that's a lie. I don't hate him anymore but as a kid I HATED Huff'n'Puff from Paper Mario 64. Specifically his fight. He healed himself all the time and the amount of support puffs he could have. As a kid I could NEVER beat him and still have yet to go back to the fight.
I know what to do nowadays, but the problem is getting the game.
What game do you never tell people you play?
🥚 ...
Cookie Run? Maybe Fruit Ninja?
A game you wish your friends knew about?
🥚 SUPER! PAPER! MARIO!!! And Bugsnax!
Which game do you think deserves a revival?
🥚 Xenoblade Chronicles and Style Savvy!
What was the first video game you ever played?
🥚 Super Mario World for the SNES!
How old were you when you first played a video game?
🥚 Maaaaybe 5? 7?? I was very young, but my brother was younger!
If you could immerse yourself in any game for one day, which game would it be? What would you do?
🥚 Pokémon! I would love to try my hand at a league or even just having an in-person companion in my life.
Biggest disappointment you've had in gaming?
🥚 The Meat Circus
Casual, Hardcore, or in the middle?
🥚 It entirely depends on the game, honestly.
Be honest; have you ever used cheats (like ActionReplay or Gameshark)?
🥚 I never have, to my knowledge. That was more my brother's thing. I have only ever used "cheat codes" that were in a game before, and even then it was just to less around and not actually beat the game.
Handheld or console?
🥚 Computer, actually. I find myself on here more than I do my DS or Switch, mainly cause of my brother and father. I'm always anxious they'll come down here and be upset that I'm on the switch so I just. Don't touch it ever anymore.
And my DS is currently Pokemon Nuzlocke Only, so I can hide the game in it.
Has there ever been a moment that has made you cry?
🥚 Mother. Fucking. Huff'n'Puff Fight!!!!
Story wise, recently Genshin Impact's been tugging at my heartstrings some.
Which character's clothes do you wish you owned the most?
🥚 I never actually thought about this. Mainly cause I'm not exactly most character's sizes... Some of the NPC outfits in Genshin Impact look really comfy though!
Which is more important, gameplay or story?
🥚 Both are integral to a game! Without a good story, it doesn't matter how good the gameplay is, your players won't have motivation to keep playing. Without good gameplay, a good story will feel more drawn out and disjointed. It's incredibly vital to have both!
A game that hasn't been localized in your country that you think should be localized?
🥚 MOTHER 3! GIVE US AN OFFICIAL RELEASE NONTENDO!!!
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Abyssal Speedmapping Session #10
By various authors led by Obsidian
10 maps
2014
https://www.doomworld.com/idgames/levels/doom2/Ports/a-c/abyspe10
MAP01: Dirge of the Blighted Ovum by Obsidian
The introduction to this new project throws us into a small, compact map that seems reminiscent of fireblu but in a more attractive way. The glitched visuals and the use of two-color textures remind me of Tron, creating an interesting environment that matches the square box architecture. With only a handful of monsters, the action unfolds quickly in effective single combat that works to keep us on our toes. With no secrets or further exploration, this map works effectively without needing to be extremely complex or bombastic. A solid example of a good introduction. 3/5
MAP02: Tyson Fun! by Darsycho
As short as the previous one but with a simpler style and more adaptable to the eyes. This is a classic map in terms of structure and design, without major revolutions or anything special to offer. The title indicates that it is designed for Tyson, but if we bring the shotgun from the previous map it is slightly faster, although doing it in Tyson is balanced enough to offer a good minute of fun. The combat is simple and the layout understandable, go left and then right and that's it, you have completed it. It's not bad, but it's not great either, it's just average. 3/5
MAP03: Jimmy Has An Essay Due Tomorrow But Instead He's Speedmapping With These Assholes by Jimmy
Jimmy is considered a master of the art of speedmapping, and here we can see that even in his early days he was able to handle the concept in a theatrical and fantastic way. This is a medium sized map with a more practical and classic design that shows us an interesting facet of the project. With simple but attractive visuals and a decent queue of enemies, the map follows half-traditional routes that create an environment quite attractive and entertaining to play, as well as slightly challenging at times. While my enjoyment was being quite high due to the map's great length, it is interrupted with a stupid exit at the end of the map that I still don't understand exactly how to overcome. A dozen Archies on top of you and I don't know what the fuck to do. Mind you, this is a common thing in A.S.S. so, anyway, how's that? 3/5
MAP04: Nazi Tittyflake Tornadoes by Unholypimpin
Such an extravagant title brings with it a map that is relatively simple. This map has an air of shovelware shit, and for some reason that gives me a charismatic charm that makes me feel graceful. It's a simple, straightforward map with no major problems or bugs. On the outside it looks pretty simple but as we go deeper we find some pretty hellish and rusty textures that remind me of Silent Hill, as well as a bunch of blue Nazi sergeants ready to attack us and a few more surprises involving Cyberdemons and a few little spiders. Not bad, very enjoyable and for some reason I can't get out of my head that feeling that I just played a hidden gem of shovelware from the 90s. That's good in my book! 3/5
MAP05: Cookies 'n Wine by ClonedPickle
Fairly square and open in the beginning, presenting a simple layout with bland combat without much complication. The map then changes to cave-like interiors and launches us into an adventure of hunting spectres and so on. It ends with an obligatory death-exit, in my opinion, and that's it. Nothing more, nothing less. This is a fairly simple map that is not complicated at all and follows a somewhat boring system at times. With quite simple visuals and without much work, it is probably one of the most mediocre of the WAD. 2/5
MAP06: Spatterblue 2: Mosh Galosh by Alfonzo
It is hard to believe that this map is a speedmap, but the truth is that it contains certain features that give it that air, but above all, it overcomes the restrictions and works perfectly well under its limits. The blue visual theme and the compact but excellent way of creating a well designed circuit layout make this a very enjoyable and challenging map under its own justifiable terms. It is fast, intense and has a good flow with no bugs or major problems. Even the little secrets feel like they blend perfectly under the established system. It may be quite small, but it's so much fun that it's among my favorites of this session. Pretty cool and done as it should be. Speedmapping done right! 4/5
MAP07: Industrial Butt Scream by Rottking
If you like Quake, this map will give you a good game. Quite brown, enclosed and with an industrial feel. Designed with a system based on a block layout, the map is simple in its flow but has enough touches to make it entertaining, attractive and fun in gameplay and action. Without major complications and with a basic closed layout. Not bad at all! 3/5
MAP08: Alfonzo and Gary Oldman Visit The Museum of Social Decay! by Tarnsman
Oh oh, I hope you like fireblu and pain. This map has a style that reminds me of the first one, but it opens its limits and shows us a more bloody and intense frontier. Plenty of chaingunners serve as the main appetizer, but things get even fatter when we're thrown into an insane room with dozens of archies and a Cyberdemon for company. With a super simple and compact layout, the real juice of this map is centered on its atrocious yet cool gameplay. A bit bland visually at times but interesting and engaging. 3/5
MAP09: Avoid by General Rainbow Bacon
More blue and red but in a style that reminds me of a dungeon. This dark map establishes an eerie atmosphere thanks to the silence and anticipation, but ends up being a traditional map with a few explosive surprises near the end. Simple, without much to offer and quite short. Not bad, not good. Decent. 3/5
MAP10: Half-Assed Fun! by Darsycho
The title gives us an idea of the type of map it is. Half finished, half fucked up, but decent by its own standards. Dark and full of Spectres, the real fun of the map lies in the BFG spamming and the pile of monsters we have to kill. Difficulty is almost nil, aside from the first room that features some fun combat, after that it's just point-and-click or fire-and-forget. I guess it's entertaining enough under ASS's own characteristics to say it does a good enough job. But it's meh in my opinion. 2/5
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Overall:
» Ah, speedmapping. We all love it, we all hate it. An art as old as the history of WADs itself, and one that has proven to bring with it both the worst mappers in history and the best. It's a difficult technique to acquire, but one that with time and practice can yield fantastic results. The very idea of limiting ourselves to a certain set time can be detrimental at worst, but at best, when we give the tools to an artist looking for a challenge, masterful work can result. Here we have a group of illustrious intellectuals who have come together to form a cooperation that is as unique as it is discordant. One where love and hate mix to enjoy one single thing: creating maps. Abyssal Speedmapping Sessions is all about speed, asses and Alfonzo. So, let's dive into this hole and see how deep it goes. After a somewhat long break from the first sessions, I suddenly had the urge to return to this iconic series that from time to time hides more than a few gems, or a total disaster. Luckily, session #10 seems to be a good balance between shitposting and good map design. Very entertaining maps, indeed! Mappers had the option to choose 3 textures from: Erratic Texture Pack 1, DrDoctor Texture Pack and Marcaek's Super Special FIREBLU Ensemble! So most of the maps are quite simple to look at but contain enough touches to establish a good visual rhythm. Considering there are no stock textures, that alone gives it some appeal. Especially striking are the fireblu textures, which create a rather techy atmosphere that reminds me of the original Tron movie. A certain visual touch, from a couple of colors that manage to create enough depth to establish a sense of place. Not all maps are entirely blue with red, and there are a few surprises that turn the color around and bring attractive designs. Quake-inspired maps and some that look like sapphires to boot. Undoubtedly, even if most of the maps have a rather simple and plain layout, no map is truly ugly and some even stand out for having a solid visual quality. The sessions stand out for being crazy gameplay as well. It's often hard to balance something if you have a time limit, especially if it's only two hours, but the guys here know what they're doing... mostly. Most of the maps throw you right into the action, trying to create a tactical feeling that tells you how to move and at the same time how to fight. The maps aren't fucking difficult but maintain a solid and balanced challenge that welcomes all types of players, in my opinion. While certain combat can feel a bit simple at times, overall, each map brings something different to the table and creates a nice variety of treats to try.
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Would you do a starker fic where Tony finds out Peter is being abused or bullied and protects him, with lots of h/c?
Hiiii,
I’m so sorry this took a hot minute. I have like 20 WIPs across here and AO3 :’) I hope I did your prompt justice and if not, please feel free to ask for a re-do! It took me a while to think up something.
I’m thinking that in this, Tony basically adopted Peter after the Parkers died and that Peter grew up with Tony.
TW: Mentions of bullying/mild abuse | Threatening | Blackmail | Implication of physical violence.
Peter Parker had never wanted to be someone who lied. Who kept secrets. Had never wanted to be the type of person that snuck around and got into trouble and kept things from his loved ones. When he was four he stole cookies from the jar after his Mom had told him no more for the night, and had been so morose over his betrayal he’d confessed and willingly offered up a toy to be held captive until his punishment was over.
Peter supposed that was a long time ago.
Now all he had was his secrets. His life was spun on a web of intricate lies that came so easily now it was second nature. Hiding things became a skill. First from his friends and his Aunt, then from Tony. Though Tony knew the most, of all of them. And yet…He still didn’t know it all.
“Hey, Mr. Stark? I slipped practising some flips. Got pretty bruised up, so I’m gonna grab an ice pack” Peter called as he brushed past the common room, heading for the kitchen. There was now a mini-fridge dedicated to cold-based medical items in there.
The best way to hide something was to offer it up freely. It was easier to convince Tony the bruise was of his own accord than it was to try and hide it, and to stumble over the excuse when Tony was suspicious. Tony would jest him for being a clumsy colt and wold forget about it within the hour. If he was concerned and suspicious, he would stop at nothing to uncover the truth.
Tony didn’t need to know the truth.
Flash probably hadn’t meant to bust his rib. For all the punches he threw, he generally avoided any ‘high’ scale damage. He probably didn’t know that throwing Peter against the benches at such force would be enough to crack the bones. To bruise the skin an angry, dark purple.
It was fine. It would heal. A few days at most.
Peter sank onto his bed with a groan, kneading at the blankets and pillows to a supportive bundle around his body. He let his eyes fall closed, holding the ice pack to his side.
“Mr. Parker…It is my observation that you are suffering from mild fissures to the 5th and 6th right-side ribs. I would recommend pain relief and altering Sir to the full extent of your injuries” JARVIS intoned softly, and Peter’s eyes snapped open with a soft gasp.
“No! No. Its fine, J. Really. I misjudged the distance is all. Don’t worry about telling Mr. Stark - I don’t want him to get all panicky like last time” he wheezed, shifting to try and find a more comfortable spot. There was a long stretch of silence.
“Very well, Mr. Parker. But I still suggest pain medication” JARVIS replied eventually, and Peter breathed a sigh of relief. If he could nap off most of the initial pain and healing, he would be able to get through the next few days with minimal cause for concern.
He was just beginning to doze, mindful of his side when Tony appeared in his doorway, streaked with oil and squinting at him suspiciously. It had been at least an hour. “Did you say you had a bruise?” Tony asked, arms folding as he leaned against the door, and Peter forced himself to push up into a sitting position, grinning brightly at Tony.
“Just a bump. I thought I could flip over the fence, and. Yeah” he lied sheepishly, ducking his head in a mock show of humiliation. Peter was clumsy enough on a daily basis that the lie was believable, and it was seconds later that Tony snorted and rolled his eyes.
“Well. You never inherited my grace, that’s for sure, kid. Have a hot soak then ice it. It’ll help the bruise to fade” Tony remarked softly, before turning away. “I’m gonna make sandwiches, try not to injure yourself getting to the kitchen”.
Peter gave a weak chuckle and sank back down into his bedding, letting his eyes close on the tears that threatened to spill over his lashes.
Monday was no better. Peter arrived at his locker to find a large sheet of paper taped to it, which included a bad but crude drawing of him bending over for Tony. They even had name arrows, and the title proclaimed it ‘How Penis Got His Fake Job’. Peter’s cheeks burned as he tore it down.
He wanted to make a snide comment about how invested Flash seemed to be in Peter getting fucked, especially by Tony, but he knew that would only result in something worse, so he kept his head down as he rifled for his books. Ned was off sick today, and that meant Peter was alone. His ribs had mostly healed, but he had no doubt by the end of the day Flash would find a way to damage something else.
He was right, of course. He received no less than six basketballs to the head in gym, and Flash managed to shove him face-first into the wall as they all begun to file out at the end of the day. The only bonus is that none of it bruised. Peter could get away with the odd lie about being clumsy or getting hit in gym, but if it was constant, Tony would begin to catch on, and so would JARVIS.
Tuesday was less kind. Flash left him alone during school, which should have been Peter’s first clue. Peter preferred to walk home when he could, because Ned lived along the way to the Tower and they could chat on the way home, or stop by the sandwich shop. Ned still wasn’t in today, but a girl named MJ that Peter had met once in detention had come stalking over to his empty table, sat on the edge, and had read a book.
The walk home was lonely, until Peter turned the corner not far from home to find Flash waiting for him, with another boy he vaguely recognised. James? Jamie? It begun with a J. Peter sighed and adjusted his bag, blinking across at them. “Flash…Can we just do this tomorrow or something? Put a pin in it for today?” He asked. Flash laughed like it was the funniest thing ever and turned to his friend, gesturing to Peter.
“Can we just do this tomorrow?” He mocked, in an overly-high pitched and pleading voice. Peter heaved another sigh and let his bag drop to the floor. Guess not, then. James/Jamie was easy enough to take care of, though Peter felt awful for it. The other boy was twitchy, like he didn’t want to be there, and a swift kick to the ankle sent him yowling to the floor.
Flash, not so much. Peter limped home about twenty minutes later, his cheek red and his knee sore. He planned to beeline for his room, to raid his secret stash of painkillers and cold packs he kept in his mini-cooler. He didn’t get that far. That seemed to be the running theme of today. The elevator opened to the penthouse, and to Tony’s back. He was humming along to Led Zeppelin and cooking, and turned immediately when he heard the elevator doors.
“Ah, kiddo! Just in time for - What happened to your face?” Tony was immediately dropping the spatula and crossing the room, meeting Peter in the middle where he gently captured his jaw, lifting his head to inspect the blooming red mark. Peter heaved a sigh and offered a meek smile.
“Gym class today” he lamented, shrugging. “Coach has a new thing for dodgeball”. He tried his best to appear honest, but Tony still looked at him with a glimmer in his eyes, brows furrowed as he ever so gently ran his thumb over the sore bruise.
“Dodgeball” Tony repeated, and Peter nodded. “Mm. Well, c’mon. Lets get some ice on that. And maybe I outta have a word with the school. You’re coming back like patchwork lately”. Tony’s tone was light, but his expression didn’t change as he took Peter by the arm, leading him to the kitchen island. Tony pushed at his shoulder to get him to sit, and begun to rummage around in the medical fridge.
“So. School didn’t give you anything for that?” Tony asked, as Peter slipped off the stool and went to stir the sizzling meat that Tony had forgotten about.
“Mm, well. They gave me a crappy ice pack for it, but it was hardly cold, so I just threw it away. We got better ones here, and I only had to wait out last period” Peter lied, tongue hurting with every word as he stared at the glistening strips. Tony was back at his side a moment later, tenderly pressing a cold liquid pack against his jaw, before nudging him out of the way.
“Maybe I should throw more money at that place” Tony announced thoughtfully as he took the meat off the heat and set it aside, motioning. “You can chop that salad stuff. We can eat on the balcony” Tony added, and Peter snorted but obliged.
“Well. I suppose a handful of change wouldn’t make a difference to you, Moneybags. Be my guest - Maybe we can get computers from this decade then” Peter tossed back, though he partially regretted it when Tony glanced at him, looking delighted. He groaned. Of course, now the school would be weighed down with StarkTech by the end of the week.
And of course, it would be another excuse for Flash to come at him. Peter sighed and did as told, using his shoulder to keep the cold pack against his jaw as he sliced up a variety of greens, tomatoes, cucumber, beetroot and croutons. Tony had a fold-down table set up on the balcony, complete with a little white dinner cloth and a candle. Tony liked food, and Peter liked food. Dinner was always one of Peter’s favourite parts of the day.
“Mm, so. Besides violent ball games, how was school today?” Tony asked around a mouthful of food. Peter gave a hum and a shrug, spearing a strip of meat on his fork.
“Same old, really. Ned is still sick. His Mom said he’s still running a fever, so he might not be in this week. We had a mock test that I aced. There’s this girl called MJ who’s started sitting at my table. She won’t talk to me yet, but I think maybe she wants to be friends?”
Tony tucked him up that night, as though he was five, not fifteen, and sat on the edge of his bed, running his thumb along the curve of his jaw. He stayed until Peter was asleep, snuffling softly now and then.
Tony wasn’t stupid.
He was mildly wounded that Peter treated him as such, but he supposed he couldn’t be angry, nor could he blame the boy. Whatever was going on; Peter was scared.
And Tony had enough personal experience to recognise a handprint when he saw it.
But he had no facts, no suspects, no evidence. So he did the first and best thing he could think of. He begun to formulate a plan. He couldn’t exactly waltz into the place and begin throwing demands and threats and children. No. But he could offer to do an inspirational talk - the school had been practically begging him for months.
It would give him an in. And from there, it would be easy enough. A bug or two over there, a camera or six around the corner. Hell, maybe he could even coerce a tutor or two into keeping an eye out. He sipped slowly at the glass of whiskey he held in his gauntlet-ed hand, tapping metal fingertips to hear it clink. Compressed and calm though he was externally, a war raged within him. A clouded darkness that threatened to consume all rational thought.
Someone was hurting his baby.
Sending Peter off to school the next day made him twitch and seethe, but he managed it with his usual morning chatter, stuffing an apple and some cereal into the kid before sending him outside. Peter often insisted on walking home, but had conceded to having a car drive him in at the mornings. The moment JARVIS announced he was out of earshot, Tony pulled out his phone.
The receptionist practically swallowed her tongue when he informed her of who he was, and after several minutes of rambling, passed him onto the Principle, who did a particularly good impression of someone with a stutter. One long hour later, and there was some semblance of a plan. Tony faked a sympathetic story about Peter lamenting his classmates’ lack of motivation for their futures, and wanting to make not only a donation, but a reach out to these poor students, and it was eaten alive.
He had a tour, a brief seminar, and a successful way to hunt down whatever pathetic dredge of life was laying a hand on Peter. It didn’t even occur to him that he’d forgotten to ask that Peter be kept in the dark until the boy came stomping up to him after school, driving a finger into his chest.
“The thing about the computers gave me an idea!” He defended, when Peter was pink-cheeked and out of breath, and still only mid-way through his rant. “What could it hurt? I give a few kids ideas about their future? I improve the quality of education for future students?” He asked, lifting a brow. The guilt-trip worked, but Peter still deigned to sulk right the way up until Tony produced a gallon tub of ice cream for dessert.
“Just don’t embarrass me” Peter muttered around a spoonful of Belgian chocolate, and Tony winked at him. The pro of raising the kid was that Tony knew exactly how to get to him. Peter had come back without any visible bruises today, but Tony still kept a close eye on him, still muttered to JARVIS when Peter went off to brush his teeth that night.
I want you to scan him, every morning, and everytime he comes home from school. I wanna know if he so much as gets a mosquito bite.
The day of his visit dawned, and he dressed for the occasion. He’d decided to dress as one might expect an obnoxious, in-your-face billionaire to dress. One of his most expensive, in season suits, a glossy pair of Louboutins, subtle until you saw the bright sole. A pair of deep, red shades that matched his silky tie. He styled his hair and shaved and popped a mint after his morning coffee, and raised a brow when he turned to find Peter standing in the doorway, staring at him.
“No” the boy greeted flatly, gesturing to his outfit. The boy himself was wearing his usual ensemble of a shirt with an awful science pun, jeans so tight Tony pitied his balls, and sneakers that Tony knew he’d bought from a local mall. Despite a wardrobe full of Gucci and Versace and Chanel, the boy still roamed around like…Well. A normal teenager.
“I think I look rather dashing” Tony smirked, spreading his arms and engaging in a slow spin. Peter groaned, pushing past him to grab a banana, before heading for the elevator. Tony rolled his eyes but followed, hands tucking into his pockets. They were arriving together, today. Tony had bullied the kid into it last night, with heavy bribery involved. Peter had relented only after Tony promised they would visit Sicily again this year.
They journeyed down together, Peter furiously typing on his phone and no doubt begging his friends not to make a big deal of today. The notion made Tony smirk a little, and it only grew at Peter’s reaction to the car waiting for them outside “The Aventador, really? Your literal most ‘flashy’ car?! Peter exclaimed, gesturing to the vehicle like it was a turd on the carpet and Tony was the dog.
It was true, he really couldn’t. The vehicle was painted in the same theme as the suit, deep, glossy red and luminous, sleek gold. He had a second in black and gold, and a third in silver and white. Tony merely gave a shrug and continued onwards, past his sulking child. He had a point to make, and he was gonna damn well make it. Whatever gutter rat was hurting his boy was going to get a real-life taste of the type of man Tony was, and could be.
The closer they got to the school, the further Peter sunk into his seat, which was frankly ridiculous, because they were parking at the school. Everyone would see him get out, even if they didn’t see him arrive. “Shrinking is going to do nothing” Tony announced cheerfully as he pulled up at a parking spot.
Ridiculously, the school had enlisted two janitors to stand guard over his car for the visit. Tony tried to assure them it was unnecessary, whilst Peter grumbled and wished for death at his side, head ducked like nobody would recognise him on that basis alone. Just to add to it, Tony slung his arm over Peter’s shoulders, protective and possessive as he scanned the crowd.
People were staring, but it was hard for even a genius to work out the suspect just based on that. Multiple people had negative looks that ranged from jealousy to disgust. Though several faces were obscured by phones. Tony did his best to scout out suspects, using his glasses to catalogue those he felt were primary persons of interest.
As it turns out, it was a pointless exercise. Flash Thompson solidified himself as Suspect Number one promptly after strutting up to them, thrusting his hand out and loudly introducing himself as ‘I’ve won Z, Y and ranked top of my class for Z and T’. Tony wasn’t paying attention.
Not to Flash, no. He was paying attention to the way Peter shrank under his arm, pressing against Tony’s side with a steely gaze.
Ah.
Tony straightened his spine to stand tall over the kid, sliding his glasses down an inch to observe him with a decidedly icy gaze, before taking the outstretched hand, squeezing more than strictly necessary just to see the poorly concealed wince on Thompson’s face, the grin that became brittle with pain.
“Nice to meet you, Fleck” Tony responded smoothly, releasing the boy to clap him on the shoulder. “With all those accomplishments, its a wonder you’re not working for a famous company yet”. And with a firm clasp on Peter’s wrist, Tony left the boy gaping after him like a guppy. A quick glance of his watch showed the device he’d attached to the boy’s jacket had held, and was active.
“I hate you” Peter muttered pointedly as Tony steered them towards the doors, a thunderous scowl replacing the determined look of blankness. The tension had bled from his shoulders though and he no longer cowered against Tony, like a wolf pup hiding behind its father.
“Mm. I’m willing to bet you’re going to say that a lot today” Tony responded delightedly, flashing Peter a dazzling grin before leaving his boy to attend the Principle. The majority of the morning passed by in visits to classrooms, bashful showcasing of the schools trophies and tech and facilities.
Tony was bored mindless, in all honesty. The school was unimpressive and devastatingly normal. The students were more interested in having his face on their Instagram than they were about anything inspirational he had to say, showering him with questions and shameless self-promotions. Peter’s name cropped up frequently, and Tony made sure to bare his teeth when he smiled, to answer a little more forcefully than he had their other hounding questions.
Hm. Perhaps he’d have to step up his protective game. He knew jealousy was rife amongst the students, knew Peter would have to grow up facing shit for his status as a Stark, but…Well. With a steely resolve he vowed to do better; to make them stop. They could whine in the comforts of their own homes.
Lunch brought the answer to his questions, the prey to his predator. The device that he’d attached to the boy gave a soft alert behind his glasses, nothing more than the gentle intrusion of a video, keyed to Peter’s face and voice. Tony gave a subtle incline of his head to expand it, watching through the feed as Thompson approached Peter where he stood at a water fountain, re-filling his bottle.
“Hey, Penis Parker. You blow him to get him to show up today, huh? Begged him to come waltz around so you could make some friends?”. Tony could feel his hackles raise, sat upright in the rickety office chair, coffee abandoned on the desk. In the footage Peter heaved a sigh, staring deep into the stream of water.
“C’mon, Flash. Not today. I didn’t ask him to come here; its like his thing. He wanted to see the school” Peter murmured in response, and Tony’s nails scraped the desk as he stared, hard, listened to the laughter echo.
Flash Thompson.
“Probably wants to see what teachers you’re fucking to get your grades. Wouldn’t have to worry about that if I got the luck-shot you did. My grades a bonafide. Yours are boner-fide”. The horrific pun was punctuated by Thompson smacking Peter’s bottle from his hand and shoving the boy.
Tony snarled, eyes narrowing. Fight back, Peter. Put a stop to this. Peter fought bullies damned near religiously when it was other people; when he was Spiderman. Why was he letting some trust-fund shmuck boss him around? Peter went staggering, but didn’t fall, and the footage cut off when Thompson turned away from his dismayed expression.
Tony slid the glasses from his face calmly, gaze fixing on a distant point. Flash Thompson. It still didn’t take a genius to figure out that this was the snivelling quim behind his boy’s bruises. The scum that dared to touch his boy, to speak to him like that.
The rest of the day passed in a blur, and Tony regretfully didn’t get to linger around Peter as much as he had hoped to, only able to parade around his classroom for half an hour before he was being ushered away to prepare for his speech.
It was the usual dramatic affair, a display of technology that was basic and mundane to him, but blew their little minds, a passionate promotion of Stark Industries and the million avenues it could open for them. Peter looked suitably bored throughout the entire thing, wedged between Ned and a pretty brown girl who stared at him like he was picking him apart atom by atom. The boy spent most of it clearly mimicking Tony, eyes rolling and the other half buried in his phone.
Flash Thompson took actual notes. Religiously. Nodding along to anything Tony said, puffing his chest at every name drop and every statistic. He would be insufferable as an adult, if Tony ever let him get that far. One of those egotistical types that would both try to intimidate and brown-nose their way into Tony’s wallet, company and pants, if he were so inclined.
Tony shook a few hands and accepted several compliments and waded his way through the crowd afterwards, snagging Peter at the edge of the hall, cradling him close. “You ought to pay more attention to me” Tony pouted, and Peter rolled his eyes heavily, gesturing to the lingering crowd.
“I think you’ve got your fill of attention” the boy muttered sourly, though he was smiling. “You really outdid it. Broke out the D.A.R.T tech and all. I think I saw a few swoons” Peter huffed. Tony shrugged and offering a sweet smile, like he was innocent of all crimes.
“Oh, uh. I’m also gonna walk home, if its cool. Ned is back today and I wanna catch up. Plus, if I have to get back in that car again today, I’ll actually die”. Dramatic, but. A metaphorical light-bulb pinged above Tony’s head, and instead of protesting, he squeezed Peter gently and let him go with a dazzling smile.
“Y’know? That suits me just fine. I’m heading off now, anyway. I feel grubby just being here. Too many…Little people” he sniffed, checking his watch and adjusting his tie. Peter looked a little baffled, but accepted the kiss to his temple with grace, nuzzling into Tony’s collar before they parted.
Tony didn’t go home. He parked the Aventador in the alley of a coffee house and reclined in his seat, taking out his cufflinks as he gazed at the road ahead. “JARVIS. Do me a solid. Run a facial scan on that little turd, and track his route home through the street cams. And…” Tony flexed a fist, teeth grinding.
“And…Show me. With Peter. I wanna see. I want to know; for sure”. He didn’t want to see. He felt sick. He felt hot, like the rage was burning through his veins. Consuming him.
He breathed.
JARVIS complied, as always. Brought up a tracked route and a series of various footage snippets. Thompson jumping Peter on the way home. Thompson shoving Peter into walls and garbage cans and puddles. Thompson slapping or hitting him. By the final clip, and there were many, Tony was a seething mess.
“Activate the Iron Soldier” he barked, voice strained.
“Sir, may I-”
“No. I’m not - I’m not gonna hurt him. Make him shit himself, maybe. But not hurt him”. Tony couldn’t do that. Not to a kid. Give Thompson a few more years and he’d put him through a wall. But for now…
“Very well, Sir. I trust you”.
It was an agitated wait. Tony felt on fire, ice cold, shaky but dealthy still. It was almost an hour later than JARVIS quietly informed Tony that Thompson had left, right on schedule, and was heading homeward. The tracking device showed Peter not far behind, and Tony knew he would need to act quickly.
It took him less than 60 seconds to find Thompson, swaggering down the street with another snot-nosed little trust-fund brat. The Iron Soldier was a warsuit, a weapon. Nothing like the classy yet intimidating style of the Iron Man legion. This was a formidable thing, black and red with red eyes, all sharp edges and stealth.
He slammed down into the concrete before them with enough force that it crumbled, sinking him inches down into the rubble. The two boys squealed like pigs, leaping backwards from the suit, from Tony, as he rose to stand. He pointed a dark finger at the second idiot. “You can leave” he commanded through the warped voice of the suit, its dark and jagged rasp.
The boy did, spinning on his heel quicker than any antelope and practically pelting it down the street, not sparing a single glance backwards. Thompson had lost his cool exterior completely, still gaping like a guppy and shaking like a leave in a tropical storm as Tony stepped forwards, close, until his metal, cold chest was square with his.
The boy quaked when Tony lifted a palm, grasping his face none too gently. The gun muzzle whined softly, with a dealthy red glow as it fired into life. Tony gripped and pulled, drawing the boy to his toes, close.
“If you so much as look in Peter’s direction again, I can assure you, you will beg me to die. I will cut off any piece of you that you touch him with - And that goes for your little friends, too. If you, or any of them, so much as dare to breathe in his space I swear to every oath that exists I will make you regret the day you were a thought in your Dad’s ballsack.”
He let Thompson go, and the snotty little shit dropped straight to the floor with a wail. Tony didn’t stick around, taking off with an exaggerated blast of flames. He spent a short while back in the Aventador, picking through files and sending off various threats, various blackmail snippets. Digging and digging until he was in a web of entrapment.
Those kids wouldn’t so much as think of hurting Peter now. Not with what Tony had against them; the power that he held over them. Was it a moral grey area? Sure. That grey area was so thick it was almost black. But.
But it was Peter. His boy. His soft, precious little thing that lit up his world. The reason he strived to be better, each morning. Tony was drained by the time he aimed the car for home; later than he planned and desperate to just…Sleep. To rest.
He’d been foolish. Reckless. “Please don’t tell Pep about this. God, or Peter. Especially not Peter” Tony pleaded as he entered the Tower. He stripped his tie and his suit jacket, heading straight for his bedroom to change. He stopped hard in the doorway however, immediately softening.
Curled up and writhed in his sheets was Peter, dressed in nothing but a loose shirt and snowflake socks. He’d tangled himself in the sheets, nuzzled deep into the pillow he had his arms curled around. It wasn’t uncommon for his boy to enjoy a nap after classes
Tony lingered in the doorway, arms folding as he watched Peter. The gentle rise and fall of his chest. The faintest hint of purple around his side where the shirt had ridden up. It made his heart ache, hollow and bloody. He hadn’t been there for his baby. He hadn’t protected him.
He would now. Always. No matter what it took.
“Always” he spoke softly, firmly. A promise his boy wouldn’t hear, but Tony would keep like an oath nonetheless.
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Do you like bacon?
I’m not as wild about it as I used to be, but I’m still definitely into the whole put-bacon-on-everything schtick and I have no problem trying out novelty items that put bacon in donuts, or oatmeal, or cake, or whatever it is haha.
Have you ever wished for something to come true and it did?
I mean, yes. It’s ranged from something as simple as “I wish it rains today,” to something as big as wishing that the person I like liked me back.
Do you like Rammstein?
I’m familiar with the name but I’m not necessarily a fan.
Do you know a friend of a friend?
Yes. I used to drink with Angela’s friends from arki. We never ended up being close but they were always great people to have a few drinks with.
Do you smile for no reason?
I usually smile for a reason.
if somebody paid you a million dollars to get a green mohawk would you?
Sure. I only stay at home anyway and that makes this whole thing not that big of a deal, honestly.
Ever had a BLT? Did you like it?
It’s too basic a sandwich for me, but I wouldn’t turn it down if it were the only option available. I’d still remove the tomatoes, though; I never liked those in my burgers or sandwiches.
Are you in College?
Not anymore; I graduated a few months ago.
Have you ever been to a State Fair?
We don’t have those here, first of all because we don’t have states haha.
Do you like Youtube?
I enjoy a number of YouTube channels and I certainly visit the site everyday, but I don’t like the way the corporation itself runs their website. It’s since become very different from what YouTube used to be.
If so whats your favorite channel?
At the moment it’s Good Mythical Morning, but I also have a number of other subscriptions like BuzzFeed (for their Worth It series), First We Feast, Try Guys, PewDiePie, Anthony Padilla, Anna Park, a couple of channels dedicated to pro wrestling, some eating ASMR channels, among others.
Do you enjoy compulsively cleaning electronics?
Can’t say I do.
What is your favorite small dog breed?
Are beagles considered small dogs? I love them.
Do you smell bacon cooking?
Nopes but I do have a dark chocolate macadamia cookie from Starbucks beside me that I can faintly smell.
Have you ever bitten anything for any unknown reason? What was it?
I like biting on straws, but that’s about it I think.
Do you like the movie "The Master Of Disguise"?
I don’t think I’ve heard of it before.
What is the closest thing to you thats red?
A paper bag under my desk that holds all the artsy stuff I’ve bought over the years, like my coloring books and paintings.
Have you ever gone into a toystore just to play with the toys?
That’s always made me feel like a freeloader haha, so I never go to toy stores just for that purpose. I’d sometimes play with whatever exhibits they have, but I make sure to go through the different toy sections too.
When was the last time you went through a Mcdonalds Playplace?
Maybe when I was 5 ot 6 maybe? I went to Burger King’s playground way more often since we dined there more. Also, there were always fewer kids so it was more fun to play there.
Do you have an annoying dog?
Cooper’s a beagle, who are notoriously big balls of energy, and so there are days I just can’t keep up with his energy and for those moments I do have shorter patience with him. It’s really not his fault, though.
What was the first comic book you ever had an obsession over?
I was never into comic books. I tried for a long time because my two favorite wrestlers are into them, but just couldn’t jump on that train.
Do you like kids pop-up books?
Loved them as a kid but I was never obsessed enough to have them for my own. I was content reading pop-up books in the school library.
Does anybody else think bugs are cool and interesting?
I’m sure there are tons of people out there, but not me.
What kind of toothpaste do you use?
Colgate.
Do you own a pair of striped socks?
I don’t think so, no.
What is the most random thing in your bedroom?
An inflatable pig.
In a normal conversation do you slip out Latin?
LOL no. I don’t think I’ve done that before, unless I was singing something in Latin on purpose.
Can you sing?
No. I’m not tone-deaf, but I’m not anywhere near decent either.
If so, what is the highest note you can reach?
-
Have you ever been to the cream cheese capital of the world?
I don’t know which one that is.
Was this survey random?
Enough for me to have a good time with it, yes.
Have you ever been in a parade?
I’ve been to several Pride marches if they count.
What is your mothers, mothers maiden name?
I don’t actually remember haha, so I wouldn’t be able to share it anyway. It’s a very Chinese-sounding name, though; that much I can share.
Do you have a different hairstyle?
No. I just have bangs, which a lot of people already have.
Am I annoying yet?
I don’t feel annoyed, so you’re good.
Do you like soybeans?
I haven’t had actual soybeans. < Same, but I’m sure I like food products that have soybeans in them or are made out of soybeans.
Do you press buttons just to see what they do?
Hahahahahahahaha yes that’s me, I’m that person with the restless fingers.
Do you still play pokemon?
I never got into the video games because I was never any good at strategy-based games, but I did play Pokemon Go for a while especially when I was in freshman year of college. Overall, I was mostly into the anime.
What is your favorite pokemon?
Jigglypuff.
Have you ever put blue streaks in your white cats hair?
I have a white dog, but I wouldn’t do this to him even if you gave me dog-friendly dye. Just not my preference.
Are you blond?
Nope.
Does it bother you when people have a collar turned up?
No.
Are your nails painted? If so, what color? If not, do you like nail polish?
They’re never painted. No, I personally don’t see the appeal of nail polish for myself but you do you.
Are you awesome?
I’ll let other people be the judge of that.
As a kid did you like Barney, Baby Bop, or DJ more?
Wasn’t it BJ? Anyway, I liked him the most, then Barney. I found Baby Bop way too whiny.
Have you been to the Bzoink Forums yet?
I just go there to look for surveys. I don’t actually try out the other features.
Does any key on your computer and or laptop stick?
No.
Does fire excite you?
Fuck no lmao, I’m terrified of fire.
Have you ever sung in a choir?
Never.
Do you go to church?
Until March this year, I had attended mass every Sunday all my life. When Covid hit, we started watching YouTube recordings at home. So yeah, no escape.
Have you ever had a theme (pirate, ninja, civil war) day?
Like, in school? Yeah we had a themed day in high school once. I forgot what the actual theme was but I remember going as Lara Croft. In college, we used to go with color-coordinated outfits for Valentine’s Day, e.g. people who had dates can wear red, those who are single can wear black, those in complicated relationships can wear brown, those who had crushes but can’t have them can wear yellow, etc. It wasn’t an official rule, of course, but it was always fun for those who chose to join haha.
Can you touch your tongue to your nose?
Nopes.
Have you ever been to Philadelphia PA?
No. It has an amazing reputation for being a passionate wrestling city though; it’d be cool to go there and see a local show or two.
Do you think Orlando Bloom is hot?
He’s not unattractive, but I just never had a crush on him.
Do you think Twilight is over-rated?
At some point I think it was, but it also got (and continues to get) so much hate that I think that has since been able to balance out the initial overrated-ness of it.
When was the last time you where sick? what did you have?
I had a UTI in May, which I never would’ve known if I didn’t take a urine test because all I got was a high fever that never went away. Peeing was never painful for me during that time and my kidney region never hurt either.
What is your favorite number?
4.
Look at your toes.
Sure.
If you are a girl do you hate girl drama?
Idk what you mean by that. I never grew out of liking gossip, though.
If you are a guy do you hate girls who prolong the drama?
-
ZZZ, im tired....are you?
A little, but I have coffee so I might stay up for a bit because it’s Fridayyyyyyy.
Favorite indie music group?
alt-J.
Have you ever pet a monkey?
I don’t think I have.
Have you ever ridden a camel?
Nopes.
Have you ever punched somebody?
Never to hurt someone.
Do you like cupcakes?
Love them.
Orange or lemon flavoring?
Depends on what I’m consuming. I like orange chewy candies, but I like lemonade juice too.
Can you sing opera?
Not a chance.
Touchpads or Mouse's?
Touchpad.
Have you ever been to a Disney theme park?
Nope, I haven’t.
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