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opposums-love-arson · 6 months

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Scream Queen Book 1: Conventional Final Girl

Chapter 6

Chapter 5 / Chapter 7

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I had pulled up one of the large lounging chairs to the front porch where I now sat with Tatum and Sindey. The girls were sitting on the railing talking to each other while I was reading a book. A book more specifically about a girl who is madly in love with a serial killer so much so that she ignores the possible signs and because of it he kills her claiming it will make their love immortal. Yeah not a very happy ending, just like most of life.

Sid told us about what she said to Gale this morning. How Sidney resolved my little...accident and about how she wasn’t sure that Weary was actually her mother’s killer.

“What if Cotton Weary is telling the truth? Maybe he was having an affair with your mom?” Tatum asked as she twirled her hair in her fingers. “I mean your dad’s always out of town on business, maybe...your mom was just a very unhappy woman.” Tatum finished with the start of her eyebrows pointed up.

“If-if they were having an affair then how come Cotton couldn’t prove it in court?” Sid said, as if she just created the world’s first unsolvable puzzle

“Well. You can’t prove a rumor, that's why… it's a rumor,” Tatum responded as she swished her head side to side.

“Right, created by that little tabloid twit, Gale Weathers,” Sid said, seeming to choke on the name.

“It goes further back Sid...there’s been talk about other men,” Tatum fidgeted with her hands.

“Hey, I’m going to leave you two alone out here. It sounds like I’m intruding so I’ll be inside. Just shout if you need anything!” I said, hugging my sister and giving Tatum a light peck on the cheek. When I got to the door I looked around a little bit, it felt like someone was staring holes into my head. Once inside I go upstairs to put my book back on the shelf. When I open my door I’m startled by the two tall figures known as Billy and Stu. “What the fuck are you guys doing here?!” I said as I slammed the door shut. “Chill out babe, we just wanted to stop by su casa to see how our fin-” Billy discreetly nudged Stu, “favorite girl was!” Rolling my eyes at the two idiots in front of me I asked, “Why didn’t you just use the front door?” Stu walked up to me and snaked his arms around me while Billy laid half way on my bed. “We wanted it to be a surprise,” he whispered, hot breath fanning my ear. “Yeah because I’m sure Sid and Tatum will be so pleased by this surprise,” I said, unlatching Stu’s hands from my waist. Billy sat up, pulling me to him by my hips, “Why wouldn’t they? We’ve been in your room plenty of times.” I removed his hands from my body, putting them on his lap. I walked over to my desk chair. “Yeah when Sid and Tatum actually knew about it!” I shouted just above a whisper to the two boys. They completely ignored me as Billy went right back to laying on my bed and Stu turned on my stereo. My cassette copy of some Michael Dulin songs playing through the speakers. Stu grabbed me by the wrist hoisting me out of the chair as we swayed to the music. I forgot about every horrendous detail of the past few days. “If I’m being honest, when I’m with the two of you I feel like nothing bad can happen in the world,” I say as I look up at Stu as we spin in circles. He has that same goofy grin on his face. All of a sudden just like earlier today he hoists me over his shoulder and marches over to my bed flopping both of us down next to Billy. “Do you really feel that way, (y/n)?” Billy asks, looking over at my meek form. “Yeah of course, why wouldn’t I?” I asked looking back at him. “You’re the one that was like ‘Oh but Tatum and Sid’, remember?” Stu said, mocking my words. Propping myself up on my elbows I look down at the boy laying on my stomach, “Stu I just said I feel happy when I’m with you two, not I want you to rail the fuck out of me?!” I got a little defensive. “Jeez okay, chill out girl.” He says as he wraps his arms around me. “It could be arranged,” Billy said, still looking at me. “Hmm?” I said, turning to him. “The whole… railing you thing,” Billy said with a smirk. My face contorted into a shape I never knew possible, “Ew Billy fuck off, I already said no!” He was practically about to topple over laughing at how bright red my face was when we heard a knock. “Oh shit,” I whispered. I rushed both Stu and Billy out the window as I shouted, “One moment!”

Coming to the door I adjusted my clothes and combed out my hair, “Hey what’s up?” “Tatum and I were wondering if you were hungry?” Sid asked, peeking her head through the door like she was searching for something. “Hmm, need something?” I asked. “Huh, oh no, well did you have people up here?” She asked, eyes still darting around. “No, I was just listening to some music,” I shrug trying to seem as collected as possible. “...Okay just let us know if you need anything, We’re going to head out in a bit.” Sid said as she closed the door. I went straight for my window sill seeing the boys standing by the truck looking up at me. I waved down to them and they waved back before driving off.

As we drove down Main Street it wasn’t very hard to notice that practically nobody was around.

Stepping out of the car Dewey said, “Sure is quiet.”

“Yeah, look at this place, it’s like the Town that Dreaded Sunset,” Sid spoke in astonishment about our own town.

“Mhm, we’ve got the hooded killer and all,” I said, stepping to her side.

“Yeah, saw that movie, it’s about a killer in Texas huh?” Dewey asked messing with whatever he’s holding

“Hey girls just think, if they make a movie about you two, who’s gonna play you…” Tatum asked with a chime in her voice.

“Ugh I shudder to think,” Sid says as she places her hand to her forehead.

“I see you as a young Meg Ryan myself.” Dewey said with a squinting smile, hiding from what’s about to be none of the sun’s glare.

“Oooh (y/n) it’d totally be (___ ___) for you,” Tatum said as she spun me around.

“Hmm, lesser known but great in her field, ya know I actually like that,” I said as I put my hand to my chin and wore a silly smile, “Who knows maybe Leonardo will play one of the boys?”

“With my luck they’d cast me as Tori Spelling,” Sid said before walking off to the market.

“Ahh I’m just gonna’ be a few minutes,” Dewey calls out to us but we didn’t really care to listen.

Once we rounded the grocery store corner Sid asked, “Is Billy going to be there?”

“He better not be, I told Stu to keep his mouth shut.” Tatum said as she strutted down the concrete ground, “I think we can live without the endorphin rush for one night.”

“I don’t think it’d be so bad,” I grumbled to myself.

I pushed the cart down the back aisle as Tatum and Sid threw bags of junk food and soda into the basket.

“Billy’s right you know, whenever he touches me, I just can’t relax,” Sid said as she looked at the drinks.

“So you have a few intimacy issues as a result of your mother’s untimely death, it’s no big deal Sid,” Tatum shrugs, “You’ll thaw out.”

“Yeah but he’s been so patient with me, ya know with all the sex stuff? How many guys would put up with a girlfriend who’s sexually anorexic?” Sid asks as she tosses some ice cream into the cart.

“Billy and his penis don’t deserve you,” Tatum said as we walked on… I really wish I didn’t hear any of this.

As we pulled up to Stu’s house, which I can never get over the size of, Dewey told us to have fun but “Not too much fun or I’ll bust ya,” yeah sure. We got out of the car, music from the house was louder than anything I’ve ever heard. A lot more people were there than Stu had promised...intimate gathering my ass.

“Caterer’s here!” Tatum announced to the entire house as she waved around the food we bought.

Everyone whooped and hollered out in a cheering response.

“Wow that’s so mature,” I said as we entered the kitchen where Stu and a couple other boys were drinking beer out of a funnel.

“Hey just trying to get the party switch started,” Stu said as the kid to his right finished.

“My man,” Stu congratulated the greasy looking rat as they did, what looked to me like, the handshake from Predator.

The girls and I put the food out on the island moving some bottles in the process. I accidentally ran into Stu spilling some of the beer. “Ah shit man,” Stu exclaimed as he pulled on his shirt and stupid Hugh Hefner robe. “I’m so sorry about that, here,” I said as I handed him a towel on the counter. “Nah that’s covered in beer, Imma just throw on something else,” Stu says as he walks out of the room. I throw my head back and place my hand over my eyes. “Hey (y/n), don’t even worry about it, he has like a million of those ridiculous robes,” Tatum says as she leaned over the counter. Crossing my arms I look over at her and say, “I know but I still feel bad, I don’t want to ruin his mood.” Tatum laughed a little and rolled her eyes. “It’s not going to ruin his mood, (y/n). This is Stu we’re talking about,” Said Sid as she grabbed a bowl from the cabinet. “Yeah you’re right, hey I’ll be right back,” I said as I left the kitchen.

When I come back to the kitchen I notice the girls are gone. As I’m wondering where they might be I hear a loud “(y/n), over here!” for Tatum. Turning around and peeking down the hall I noticed her, Sid, and Stu on the couch. There were a lot of people surrounding them and Randy standing in front of the tv console holding two vhs tapes. “I saved you a seat,” Said Sid as she looked up at me, patting the empty space to her right. “Thanks sis,” I responded as I flopped down next to her. “What ya got there?” I looked down at her lap. “Just some movies that Randy tossed at me,” She said with a shrug.

“How many Evil Dead?!” Randy shouted to the group around us. A bunch of kids hollered as they raised their hands.

“How many Hellraiser?!” Randy shouted again, more kids repeated the actions from the last.

Stu incoherently said something but Tatum’s response of, “Stop!” as she batted his finger away.

“The Fog, Terror Train, Prom Night…” I mumbled as Sid went through the movies.

“How come Jamie Lee Curtis is in all of these movies?” She asked, looking down at the pile with me.

Randy knelt down beside us, “Because she’s the… Scream Queen.” he said as he put his hands together in a prayer formation.

“Ah yes a Scream Queen, a woman who has filmed a repetition of horror movies keeping her in the frightening spotlight. A lot like a Screen Queen but scary,” I stated to my step sister.

“With a set of lungs like that she should be,” Stu said grinning from ear to ear as he as he played with Tatum’s hands.

A small but stupid, “Yeah” was heard fro Randy.

“Tits, see?” Tatum said as she leaned against Stu.

The doorbell rang repeatedly causing Stu to jump out of his spot and say, “Oh I’ll get it!” as he hopped over the back of the couch.

Or tried to at least.

He tripped and fell right onto the floor but popped up to ask Tatum to, “Grab another beer, would ya?”

“What am I? The beer wench?” Tatum asked as she flicked her wrist out.

“Apparently so, my good friend, or should I say wench?” I said looking at Tatum earning me a roll of her eyes, click of her tongue and shove on the shoulder.

Tuning into Sid and Randy’s conversation I can hear Randy say, “...Nominated,” Sid nodded and said “Yeah,” with a giggle.

Randy went on to say, “She was nominated…” Blah blah blah, it was too loud to understand.

Just as I was really getting comfy Stu came into the room and shouted, “You’re not going to believe who’s here! It’s that chick from Top Story!”

“Gale Weathers!?” Randy asked.

Meanwhile Tatum, Sid, and I turned to Stu in disbelief. “Shit,” Tatum said before she stood up.

I could hear Dewey’s voice in the background… oh no

“Dewey,” Tatum said as she gestured him over with her index finger, “Oh Dewey.”

“What is she doing here?” Tate asked once her brother was finally in the room.

“She’s with me,” Dewey said, looking like a kid who just got free ice cream, “Just checking things out,”

I watched as Sid stood up, “Where are you going?” I asked...and was ignored.

“So you did, now leave,” Tatum peered over at Gale, “and take your media stuff with you.”

Kids were complimenting Gale left and right but all I could think of is how I wanted to punch her again...square in the nose.

I watched as Sid and Dewey talked, looking to my left I noticed that Tatum was gone. Must’ve gone to get those beers?

#scream 1996 #scream fanfic #billy loomis x reader #ghostface x reader #stu macher x reader #scream #billy x reader #scream x yn #halloween #stu x reader

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dnalt-d2 · 4 months

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My Predictions for Who (If Anyone) May be Corrupted Next

I'M BACK ALREADY YOU CAN'T GET RID OF ME FOR LONG!!!!

So yeah, we’ve got Corrupted Forever now. That’s fun

What’s more fun is how this happened, and what this means for other people

Because Forever might have been the one most at risk to corruption due to his extended time in the Nether, but he is far from the only one vulnerable to this

Here’s who I know of to be at risk, in order of most likely to least likely

Fit, Phil (Kinda), Etoiles, Bagi, and Pac

Because like I pointed out earlier today, Fit and Phil cleaned up a huge amount of the concrete left around the server, with QSMP Updates even commenting (specifically in regards to Fit) that “That surely won’t have consequences, right?” Or something along those lines I don’t have the patience to look it up because Twitter is a hot mess in that regard

That, and his Rebellion work, is why I think Fit is currently most at-risk. Because in addition to the Black Concrete Cleanup he and Phil did, he also went to investigate the Black Concrete Dungeon to find traces of one of the Codes. So unfortunately, I think if anyone else is gonna succumb to corruption, it might be Fit. (AND PHIL WILL SUFFER DAMMIT)

After that we have Etoiles, who has been doing various work for the Rebellion that has semi-frequently led him to be exposed to Black Concrete, but to my knowledge, he hasn’t had as much direct contact with it aside from the Code Explosion and the time he, Fit, and Bagi investigated the Code together. Not to mention that he’s already Code-Corrupted kind of, and it’d be a little strange for him to have two separate infections/corruptions

And of course there’s Bagi, who had also investigated that Black Concrete Dungeon, but this is basically the only time Bagi had any extended contact with the Concrete aside from day-to-day stuff that everyone had

Pac of course, was in the Nether for a bit, having been led there by Walter Bob, but it doesn’t look like there’s been any effect on him that we can tell, since he wasn’t there as long as Forever was. I’m just adding him to the list because he was in fact in the Nether at one point (There's also the fact that right now he's probably gonna have his hands full with Mike, if anything comes from that)

Now, I did put Phil on the list, but he’s a bit of a special case here. Because while he DID help clean up the Concrete, leading to him having a lot of direct contact, he wasn’t the one that QSMP Updates called out. Not only that, but we now have Rose possibly helping him, which means he may not get corrupted because of her influence and protection. (It’s not surefire though, so that’s why he’s still on the list, and pretty high on it at that. I think I might have more thoughts on this later though because I’ve got an idea for some good angst potential here specifically)

So yeah, that's who I think could possibly be corrupted. Fit is definitely the highest on the list

(AND APPARENTLY SOMEONE REBLOGGED MY FIRST POST TALKING ABOUT THIS WITH THIS IN THE TAGS SO HEY THAT’S A GOOD OMEN IF EVER I'VE SEEN ONE)

In short, lots to look forward to :)

*Edit because I forgot to mention that FIT IS DOING A SATURDAY STREAM TOO BTW. That ISN'T TOO NORMAL FOR HIM and is raising ZERO RED FLAGS

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soapyghost · 1 year

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Sparks

Firefighter Price x Fem! Reader

I honest to god did not expect this to get the love it did?? So thank you??? I’m blown away. Also this chapters kindaaa short- and its the epitome of slow burn and I am not sorry. It will get more- angsty soon ehehe. Also I did my best to try and remember everyone who wanted to be added to the tag list and I am so sorry if I forgot anyone! Let me know if you want/ed to be added!

Warnings: hinting at a super gross manager being gross - Mostly fluff. Swearing. Character developments babyyyy

Taglist: @330bpm-whiplash @blueoorchid @deadbranch @sofasoap @c0wb0yenthusiast @emmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaa @fruitymoonbeams-blog @averyyreads @lostmypopsicle @jxvipike @moonlighting87 @amatis-gray

A week had passed since the fire in your apartment complex. It had taken a couple days before you were able to go back to your apartment to search for any belongings that may have survived. Luckily your phone somehow managed to survive the inferno, lord knows you didn’t have the money to replace it.

After about 2 days of staying at the hotel, your best friend April was generous enough to let you stay on her couch until you could get enough money scraped together for a deposit on a new place. As nice as the hotel was, you felt terrible about the possibility of racking up a bill for Price. No matter how much you begged the receptionist she would not let you pay a dime for the room, stating that John had given her strict rules to not let you.

The images you managed to squirrel away in your mind of the egnima known as John Price would not stay hidden back there. You weren’t ready for a relationship- not after your ex. And yet, you still woke up every morning in his jacket, the smell of him was vaguely noticeable underneath the overpower scent of smoke.

You had just moved out of your ex boyfriends house and into your apartment, on the opposite side of the state. Well, your ex apartment now. The idea of having to start all over brought tears to your eyes. You had been here less than a month and already things were turning into a shit show.

Today was your first day back at work after the fire, your new manager, Sheppard or Shep for short, was surprisingly kind about the situation. He completely understood and let you take some time off to get your things together. You didn’t understand why the other waitstaff disliked him so much. They always whispered about how cruel, rude and dirty Shep was.

As you rushed into the restaraunt to start your first shift back you were taken aback to see none other than John Price and the entire crew. As you made your way passed his table your eyes locked- and that perfect smile crept upon his face. His smile felt like rays of sunshine. Like a breeze on a summer day.

“Well if it isn’t Y/N” Price bellows, drawing the attention of the whole restaraunt to you. Soap looked at you and waved, “glad to see you alive lass!” You smiled weakly back at him before glancing over to the paramedic who wrapped your hand. “Hows that hand looking” he asked, nodding at your right hand which was now bandage free.

“It’s much better. Thanks” you say, holding it up breifly. You’re positive your face is about as red as the tomatoes on the omelet Soap had infront of him. Your blood runs a cold as your eyes glance over the party and see the man in the balaclava- except this time it has a skull on it.

Who the hell wears that out in public! A shiver runs through you and Price seems to notice. “So Y/N what brings you here” he says, taking your attention away from his terrifying counterpart. “Oh uhm well. I work here” you reply, ”and if I don’t get back to clock in I might not have one much longer. But I’ll be back out!” “Good. Because you haven’t been properly introduced to the 141 house” he beams, gesturing at the men at the table with him.

With that you slip through the kitchen door and back towards the lockers. You press your forehead onto them to help cool your face down so maybe it won’t give away your embarassment. Why is he here? Does he know you still have his jacket? Oh fuck.

“You alright Y/N?” Sheps voice booms, pulling you from your daze. He drops a hand on your shoulder and looks down at you with concern in his eyes. “Yeah yeah. Sorry. I just.” You sigh, trying to collect your thoughts. Did you really want to trauma dump on your boss? His hand raises to cup your cheek, causing you to flinch.

“That crew was the one who saved me from the fire” you say, turning your face away from his hand. Something flickers in his eyes, just for a second, anger? Jealousy? Rage? You’re not sure what it is but before you can place it his eyes change back to concern. “Oh. Well. What a coincidence!” He forces a chuckle and a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’ll see you out on the floor in 5” he states, before turning curtly and walking out.

You blink a bit, startled by his sudden change, the rumors about him being a piece of shit seemed a lot more plausible now. Shaking your head, you open your locker and stuff your purse in it before throwing up your hair into a ponytail and heading back out to the front.

Lucky for you, the 141 were not in your section today. But that didn’t stop you from stealing glances over at their table in between taking care of your own guests. When you had finally taken care of your section, you decided to venture over to be introduced to the whole “squad”.

“Hey yall didn’t have to wait for me guys” you say, noticing the empty plates.

You sauntered over, catching the Captians eye before flashing a small smile, “sorry for making you wait boys” you say, noticing they had long since finished their breakfast. “Oh luv’, you ain’t gotta apologize to these muppets” Price replies, his accent thick. “Hey who you callin’ a muppet, Cap?” Gaz questions, his eyebrows furrowed in mock anger.

Price laughs and you swear that must be what heaven sounds like. “But I wanted to introduce you to everyone. That as you already know, is Gaz. Best paramedic this side o’ the town” he says, voice full of pride. “That shaggy man is Soap. Don’t ask” he quips, before you could even open your mouth. “Strange name for a strange guy” you giggle. Soap brings his hand up to his chest feigning pain, Price let’s put a small chuckle at that. “Those two are Alejandro and Rudy. They keep us well fed at the house and are pretty decent at their jobs” John says, gesturing to the two men at the other side of the table from him. Both men wave and flash you big smiles. “And this,” he says, gesturing to the terrifying man in the skull balaclava, “this is Ghost.”

Ghost simply grunts, “can we go now captian. We have shit to do” and begins to stand. “Ghost. You need to learn to relax once ‘n a while.” Price reprimands him. Before you have a chance to say anything or greet the team, Sheppard voice booms, “Y/N what are you doing? Get back to your section”. You whip your head around to see the face of your extremely angry boss.

“Shep, cut her some slack eh?” Price retorts, his face contorting into anger. What happened between the two of them? “No no he’s right” you smile weakly, trying to alleviate the obvious tension in the room. “Go Y/N” Shep says, before coming up behind you and putting his hand on your lower back and pivoting you away from the table.

“Sheppard. You don’t need to move her” Johns voice rises slightly, “she was going”. The temperature in the room was rising. “Boys it’s fine. Really. I’ll see you around yeah?” You say, voice quaking. “Of course luv” Prices says, relaxing slightly, “Cmon boys. We have shit to do back at the house.”

At this, the 141 house gathers their stuff and begins heading towards the door. Price and Sheppard exchange a death stare from across the room, causing goosebumps to form all over you. Now you had to know what happened between them.

You smile, feeling your heart slam in your chest at the thought of them leaving. Would you ever see them again? This is stupid. Just because John Price saved you from a burning building doesn’t mean he wants anything else to do with you. It’s his job. Just like it’s your job to serve them food. “Alright boys, you have a good rest of your day alright?” You say sweetly. Desperately trying to cover up how nervous you are.

The boys all give you a wave goodbye as they head out the door. John flashing you a smile before saying “it was good to see ya again, Y/N”. Now your heart feels like it’s about to smash through your ribs, he’s glad? To see you? You nearly melt as you whisper “you too John”. His eyes crinkle as his smile widens ever so slightly before heading out the door.

Seeing the boys climb into the fire truck and head out of the parking lot you felt a bit giddy. It wouldn't be the last you would see of John Price, if he knew your manager it had to mean he frequented your restaurant. A small smile crept on your face at the thought, but it was quickly wiped away by the shouting of Sheppard telling you to stop standing around.

You return to their table to help your coworker clean it up when you see it. Written on the back of the receipt in probably the worst handwriting you’ve ever seen, was a phone number and a simple message:

"Incase you ever want to return that jacket- John Price"

#mw2 #modern warfare 2 #mw2 smut #mw2 x reader #price mw2 #john price #captain john price #captain price smut #captain price x reader #captain price #firefighter fic #firefighter price #slow burn #price

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oh-saints · 11 months

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sweetest devotion (p.3)

serena thought she was doing her husband a favour but mason had never felt so frustrated and angry towards his wife than right now.

playboy!mason mount x princess!OC

tw: as mentioned in the masterlist only, but extramarital affair to a marriage of convenience for this particular chapter

wc: 1.9k

note: sorry i fell asleep last night bcs jetlag truly sucks! i'm sorry i can't give you guys (yes you guys that left some notes on my asks 👀) a happy chapter now but i swear it'll get better next one! but as usual, i happen to write at dawn so this is not beta-read yet.

tags: @pingyu-in-wonderland @ironmaiden1313 <3 (lmk if you wanna be added!)

<<part 2 - part 4>> sweetest devotion masterlist here

“turn it off, mase.”

elena had been holding back since before both mason and her walked out of her flat but she couldn’t take it anymore. mason’s phone had been vibrating every 30 minutes since then, and it was supposed to be their date night. out of all their weekly quality time, she looked especially forward to tonight because mason had pulled out a reservation at the most sought-after place in london, despite their usual full-booked slot.

but mason’s distracted state-of-mind wasn’t what she had the problem the most. it was the fact that he couldn’t seem to shake off the what-ifs he’d probably be having—what if he just took the call—whenever he peered over the screen of his phone and found the other woman’s name.

serena.

good god, had she never despised a name. one sentence, and it reminded her of everything she could’ve had with mason. yes, she admitted she should take some blame for being the reason why mason and serena happened in the first place—had she not broken up with mason the night he sought refuge in alcohol and night life, her boyfriend now wouldn’t have trapped himself in a loveless marriage with the princess.

fucking hell, elena hated her more because of what she was. a royal princess, no less. elana had never dreamt the day she had to compete with a princess for a man.

“what?”

mason looked up from his phone this time, done from replying to stacy because it was rare for his eldest sister to continuously ping him. but he so wished he’d kept replying to stacy because he’d never seen his girlfriend seething with anger when his attention was diverted back to the alluring lady in red.

“i was replying—”

“serena, i know,” elena folded her arms against her chest, and mason knew better than to debate an angry woman with the correct answer. “now turn it off.”

so he did, with the mind of turning it on shortly after they’d reached back to her flat.

but he never remembered.

now he had to face the reality of waking up to hundreds of texts and missed-calls from his family, mostly asking where he was. others were divided between angry texts for not picking up calls, disappointed ones too for neglecting them. but none was as striking as the last text from serena.

please pick up my call. your mother’s in critical condition.

mason didn’t even think twice as he jolted out from the bed, deserting elena behind in her drowsiness. her usual come back here, baby didn’t work much wonder this time around, his mind was too busy searching for his phone and car keys.

he was far too blinded by the worst possible scenario that could’ve happened to his beloved mother, that he didn’t even think about anything else. not even the countless violations to the traffic laws he committed just to get to the hospital—just as long as he got to his mother’s side in time, just as long as he got to see his mother doing okay.

but that also meant that he forgot about fetching serena from the house. he forgot about the existence of his wife, at least to the rest of the world, and his own marriage. he forgot about the mask he had to put on in public.

he would’ve gone straight to apologising for not getting to the hospital earlier but the sight of serena sitting amongst his sisters, even to the extent of having her arms around a sobbing stacy, clamped his mouth shut. moreover, lewis stood up, arms already folded in front of his chest, and mason had never seen lewis this angry during his short span of life so far.

lowkey, mason could feel his insides cowering because he knew he fucked up so bad—like seven shades of Sunday level of fucked up—for not picking up any calls from his family members but before he could admit his guilt and mistakes, lewis mustered his lowest baritone.

“where have you been?”

his unwavering tone basically confirmed mason’s ultimate sin. “I’m sorry I was—”

“that busy that you let your wife, a foreigner in this country, to take a midnight train to Portsmouth, a city she’s never visited?”

to say mason was surprised, was an understatement. the footballer thought his oldest brother would reprimand him about not picking up his calls when there was a dire emergency at hand.

“what were you thinking, mason mount?”

uh oh, full name was reinstated. mason badly wanted to defend himself but he couldn’t find the ground because in all honesty; what the fuck? the mounts had a worse reality to talk about—the matron of this household was still fighting for her life, for god’s sake!—and lewis wanted to cover other bases instead of the most important thing right now? instead of filling him in about the conditions of their mother?

mason badly, very badly wanted to disclose that he wasn’t responsible for serena’s well-being. like, if she wanted to come it was because she can. not because he asked her, and he would never ask her because he’d very much keep his family away from the impending doom that’d befallen them as soon as the contract expired.

but he kept his mouth shut. partially because he didn’t want to dishonour the agreement between serena and him—because mason would very much prefer to find faults in serena’s stance to this agreement, instead of his own fault—but mostly because he was so mad. how could lewis defend someone he barely knew and accuse mason of something that was out of his control?

“lewis,” serena spoke up gently, as usual. if mason wasn’t blinded with rage towards the said princess, he would’ve admired how regal she was behaving, despite the unspoken chaos blanketing the waiting room. “I think beranting Mason is not necessary,”

the older brother turned his head towards her, asking confirmation if he was hearing her right.

“he must’ve fallen asleep at the coach’s house,” serena continued, giving lewis some sort of reassurance probably that mason wasn’t deserting her behind and that she wasn’t lying about his alibi. “mason overtrains himself lately with both physical and visual training.”

mason would’ve expressed his gratitude behind the scene—why she lied for him, he’d never known—if the woman wasn’t enticing more anger inside of him. always trying to save a fucking face, mason groaned inwardly.

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the midfielder stayed put in the long hallway of the pristine white hospital, deciding not to join the rest of the family on his mother’s side. the wife to his dad for decades had been rolled to her room since hours ago but mason didn’t think he had the capacity not to snap in front of everyone.

especially when serena was the midst of his family, acting as if she belonged there when mason kept the information himself. that she was only doing that to save her face, like she’d been doing since the beginning. since the first time she trapped mason into her loveless marriage arrangement.

mason was only too blind to recognise it.

but now that he noticed all the red flags, mason didn’t want his family to fall into the same blackhole.

“you should break up with her.”

mason’s body jumped slightly at jasmine’s voice, certainly shocked his older sister joining him to oversee the boring central garden of the hospital. “but I’m married to serena.”

“you’re smarter than to miss my point, mase,” jasmine chortled sarcastically. “break up with your mistress.”

jasmine’s gaze might be staring the distance, as if the night scenery was fun and pretty, but her words succeeded pouring mason ice cold water over his head. “what do you mean, jaz?”

“don’t play dumb with me,” the ice was now stabbing mason’s heart because jasmine was always the warmer one between them. she was being ruthlessly cold and distant and her tone was so level it scared him. “dad raised you better than to keep a mistress. it never ends well and we all know she’s always up to no good.”

how could jaz be the judge of one’s personality, when she’d never met elena before? what did she know about elena?

mason gritted his teeth out of annoyance. “I can’t do that.”

“you can’t do that to serena, either. it’s not fair.”

serena again? did the princess pull off some black magic over his family or something? why did everybody suddenly care for her instead of him, their flesh and blood? how come no one in his side went to care for him now?

fucking hell, mason had never desired to scream out loud. at anyone, but preferably at his own kin. “lately, I think life’s never fair to me, too.”

“life’s never fair to anyone, mason mount,” mason had never been called by full name twice in a night from different older siblings of his. if stacy decided to do the same in the next hour, mother nature should give mason a prize or something for hitting a homerun. “when are you going to learn that?”

“why are you siding with serena?”

“I am not,” jasmine’s eyebrows distorted in disbelief. “I swear I’m not siding with anyone here, but you really should start thinking like a father. your baby’s coming in less than 6 months, do you think what you’re doing right now is fair to your baby?”

the older took the following silence as a sign she’d nailed the coffin. which could only mean her job here was done and over with.

“jaz,” but mason’s call halted her straying steps from him. “how do you know?”

“you reek of cheap perfume, mase.”

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while jasmine’s words rang true in his ears, it still didn’t soothe his anger and annoyance towards the woman sitting shotgun beside him, as he cruised his Lamborghini in the direction back to London.

“why did you come here?”

serena immediately decided she’d choose a cocky mason over this version of him. “I thought—”

“see, that’s your problem. you think,” mason raise a decibel to his voice and serena flinched visibly because she wasn’t used to anyone raising their voice at her. it was rather off-limit to the royal’s etiquette. “but every time you think, you only think for your own good. you never think about what I think or what’s best for us.”

serena was rather taken aback at mason’s outburst that she couldn’t produce any response to him.

“have you ever thought you can jeopardise our false pretence by coming here alone?”

“no, I—”

“exactly!” serena flinched away from mason as the footballer hit the steering wheel out of frustration and anger. “so don’t ever fucking think again, you got me?”

suddenly her fingers looked so much interesting than ever before. “I’m sorry, mason.”

“you better fucking be,” mason sighed deeply. “if you still want to live.”

how could serena possibly have a decent reply when he reminded her that she was on the losing end?

next chapter contains:

“mason…” his lover whimpered, trying to reach for mason but the man only shook her hands away and stood up, towering her over. “surely you’re mistaken, we can talk about this–” “leave.”

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hopewritcs · 2 years

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handwritten wounds.

pairing: steve harrington x reader

word count: 3k

request from @scoopsahoyharrington: Can I request a Steve Harrington x reader fic that’s a soulmate AU where you can see the red string of fate when you close your eyes that will lead you to your soulmate or soulmates can write of their skin and it shows up on the others arm?

notes: i love soulmate aus sm, they’re some of my favorite things to write. so this one is set a bit of a mix of canon and pre canon / canon divergent timeline as well, a little time jumps here and there. for now, no s4 spoilers as it’s a bit more canon divergent than the actual timeline of the show, but everything else is explained in the fic.

stranger things tag list: tba ! ( i’ve refreshed my tag lists. if you want to be added, please send me a message ! )

Soulmates. It was a term that you learned as soon as you could comprehend language. The word had been ingrained in your memory as soon as humanly possible. From what you understood, you could communicate with your soulmate on your skin.

Were you supposed to write to them first? How did you start that conversation? You’d been thinking about it more and more, about actually striking up a conversation with your soulmate. You felt almost bad, you were a doodle on your skin while bored kind of person, and your doodles weren’t always great ( mostly scribbles or stars or half finished flowers ) so whoever they were they’d be walking around with those marks too.

It didn’t help that your soulmate seemed to be writing answers to their tests on their skin. You’d wind up with homework due in english or math test tomorrow on your hands as early as fifth grade.

By seventh grade, you almost thought your soulmate had forgotten that you existed. Then again, maybe they thought you forgot about them too. Neither of you were actively communicating with each other, but you could still tell there were marks on your arms. So, you decided to finally say something directly one afternoon. In the midst of what seemed to be your soulmate studying ( there were marks on your wrist for equations ) you took the pen you’d been using for homework and decided to write.

Do you really need to study on your arm or can you use a piece of paper?

You didn’t know what to expect, but the fact that there was no response bothered you. You wanted to pretend like it didn’t, but it definitely did.

Though, the study notes seemed to stop too. Which you were a bit thankful for, though you missed seeing the writing on your arms every day. It was kind of a sad moment, because you wished maybe your soulmate had said something back to you. But instead, there had just been no response and instead they’d totally just not responded.

You’d almost given up hope for hearing a response to anything when you finally saw a note from your soulmate, and it was directed at you.

Were my notes really that annoying? Or is it just my handwriting?

You looked down at your arm and smiled. Finally, you thought. It was about time to hear back from your soulmate, thinking you’d blown it all. A laugh fell as you looked at your hand, as a preteen, you felt yourself feeling all sorts of emotions just by having a simple communication with your soulmate.

It’s distracting, I’m not about to be accused of cheating. How can I explain that my soulmate is the one writing those things?

You and your soulmate had begun talking by then. You learned many things about each other. He, you had learned that he was a boy but you had both not yet told each other your names, played basketball and lived in a small town in Indiana.

You had said it was unfortunate that he lived in Indiana, as you lived one state over in Illinois. Or maybe that was fate trying to give you something to work for.

You spoke every few days, it was enough that you knew about each others lives but it wasn’t like you could learn that much over short messages.

However, you both promised not to tell each other names until you were ready to meet for real. It was more interesting that way. Though you wondered what his name was, especially as time went on.

Once the two of you were in high school, things seemed to be different. No longer did you write notes to each other frequently--still, you talked, but it was sporadic at best. It was like he didn’t have time for his soulmate any longer.

Instead, the most you saw were once again the scrawled notes from studying and tests coming up. But also a few notes that looked like they were written by somebody else.

You couldn’t dare ask about who it was, but one day you got the news.

Sorry, I have a girlfriend.

You could feel your heart break. Your heart was breaking for a boy you didn’t even know his name, and yet it was breaking all the same. It was difficult to explain. But you had to write back to him, to let him know that it was alright. Because, it should be alright, right? You weren’t able to think of words for a long time. Finally, you figured out how to reply.

That’s good. I’m happy for you.

And you meant that in the loosest of terms, that you wanted him to be happy.

After that, your conversations stopped. You could tell that he, whoever he was, was trying to keep himself from writing on his arms when he took to studying. One of the worst parts of it all was the way he would be writing on his own skin, how it would appear on yours, and then suddenly a quickly scrawled apology would appear.

You tried to follow suit, doodle less. But it was an absentminded motion that happened when you weren’t thinking. Did he mind? He never wrote back when you were doodling, so what did that say about your relationship with your soulmate?

It was just after graduation when you left your city for the first time. You’d gotten a job at a small paper in a state over. It was a photography gig, a bit of fact checking, sort of internship. But it was all kind of interesting.

You hadn’t heard from your soulmate in some time. You wanted to reach out to him, to talk to him about graduation and ask about his life. But what if he hadn’t reached out for some specific reason? Like he was still with his girlfriend or if everything wasn’t going well.

You knew he was alive. He marked up his arms every so often with notes during finals time, and you had written a small good luck message on your arm just in case he needed it.

He wrote you back a small, you too. But that was the last time you’d heard from him.

Your first day of the job, you met this couple who was around your age--Nancy and Jonathan. She was an aspiring writer and he was a photographer. You didn’t know what you wanted to do just yet, but you had wanted to see what life was like outside of the place you’d grown up.

Something about what you said made their faces turn, like they were hiding something from you. But you didn’t dare ask about it. It did make you interested in everything about the small town, though.

One minute you’re hanging out with Jonathan and Nancy trying to help them work on a story and the next, somehow, you’re dealing with monsters and otherworldly creatures and things that don’t seem real.

Yet they’d just been chasing you through the hallway of a hospital, so that was pretty real. You couldn’t fight with everything you had just witnessed.

Once you got to the store with everyone, while you were all trying to help get El back to her feet, you were looking for a pen or a marker or anything to write on your arm.

“What are you doing right now, Y/N?” Lucas asked, turning to you as he walked down the aisles with you and Max.

“I’m trying to find a pen.” You replied, as if it was an obvious answer.

“But...why?” he repeated his question.

“’Cause of something on my mind.” You answered, finally finding a pen and uncapping it before turning to look at the two of them. “Any other questions or is that it?”

Lucas and Max shrugged at you, continuing down the aisles and left you to write a message on your arm. You hadn’t planned on this right then. You’d hoped that it would come one day after talking for a long time to your soulmate. But you’d really just figured out that life was too damn short to wait for that perfect moment.

Hawkins, Indiana. I want to meet you. Please don’t tell me it’s too late.

And yet, you got no response. But it could be a while before the answer comes, you have to remind yourself. So you focus on everything else going on, trying to put it all out of your mind. The mark of your own handwriting still the only note on your skin whenever you notice it.

You’re at the mall with everyone, focusing on what was happening and not even remembering what you wrote on your arm until later that night when everything is over and you’re sitting by one of the ambulances with the younger kids.

El is the one who points out the mark on your arm.

What a coincidence, I’m in Hawkins too.

When Jonathan and his family moved, you were somehow part of the going away party. Having been inducted into the whole friend group during the events of the summer. It was nice to think that this was a place you could have made friends.

“So, is this a going away for Y/N too, she’s going back at the end of the summer right?” Will asked, turning to look at you when you were all standing at the car and the moving truck saying a final goodbye.

You shrugged your shoulders as you looked at everyone, “Well, I don’t think I’ll be working at the Post, given what happened this summer. But I might want to stick around a bit. I don’t know how I could...go back home after all of that.”

“It’s hard to say goodbye to this place.” Joyce said softly, looking around at everyone.

“But, it’s not forever.” Jonathan added quickly, giving Nancy’s hands a soft squeeze as he looked at his girlfriend.

“We can make a plan.” Joyce nodded her head. “Breaks for school and everything. We’ll talk about it once we settle in.” She said it so simply, like it was the truth. Like she promised it and meant it all.

Saying goodbye to people you’d just met, people you became friends with so quickly was difficult. But it was hard to do it still. You didn’t know what to do. Your internship was up at the end of the summer, but you didn’t want to say goodbye to this town. To these people.

To the fact that your soulmate was among the people in this town. You just hadn’t met him yet.

Or maybe you had.

You never left Hawkins after that day, not for good anyway. But you still hadn’t met your soulmate.

Somehow you managed to convince the Hawkins Post to give you a full time job--you still didn’t know what you wanted to do with everything in life, but you wanted to stay here and this was one of the better ways to do it. Plus they, unfortunately, had some openings with staff moving around after deaths and disappearances over the summer.

You were, however, talking to your soulmate a lot.

How is it that you’ve been in Hawkins since the summer and we haven’t met yet?

You laughed at the comment on your arm as you were in the office and shook your head. Been busy, only just moved into my place. You can blame that.

I think you’re just hiding from me! Or maybe you don’t exist.

If I didn’t exist, who’s been doodling all those horrible flowers on your arms all these years?

Hey! Don’t say that. I love those flowers.

When we meet, I’ll make sure to do one in person.

You spoke a dozen times like this, but still, you hadn’t met him in person. Maybe it was just bad luck. Maybe it was fear that was keeping you from meeting him and setting a real time to meet up. But it was all difficult.

When will that be?

It was like he was reading your mind.

Soon.

You promised.

You walked into Family Video that night expecting to see Robin behind the counter, because she’d told you she’d be working. That she had some movie picked out that you just had to see. That you would love. But instead, when you walked into the store you saw Steve and Steve alone behind the counter.

“Hey, Y/N.” Steve said, looking up at you when he heard the noise of the door opening.

“Hey Steve. Robin here? She said she had some video she wanted me to see?” You said, walking up to the counter and leaning on it, peering around as you did to see if you could spot your other friend.

Steve shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, “She’s on break, I think. You can hang out for a bit if you want. I’m not sure what she wanted you to get.”

“Alright.” You nodded your head and looked around the shop, tapping your hand on the counter and looking over at him. “So is there a place I can hang out or should I just stand here?”

Steve nodded, gesturing for you to join him behind the counter. “Come on back, I guess.”

“Thanks.” You took a seat on the stool behind the counter and turned to look at Steve, facing him. Of all the people in Hawkins, you hadn’t spoken to him as much as everyone else. You wondered why that was. “So, how are you doing?”

“You mean after this summer?” Steve asked, his voice softer as he turned to look at you while he continued working. “Fine, I guess. Not every day you’re taken into a Russian bunker and given truth serum.”

You shrugged your shoulders, “Yeah, I don’t think many people can say they’ve seen what we have. It’s hard to open up to people without thinking about keeping that part a secret.”

“It’s definitely hard.” You commented, pulling a pen from your purse--you always kept one on you at all times just in case you needed to either take notes or wanted to talk to your soulmate--and began doodling a small flower on your wrist. “I think about, like, one day meeting someone and having to explain all of this.”

Steve wasn’t really paying much attention to the motions you were doing, because he was busy making sure tapes were getting rewound properly. But he nodded his head. “Right? At least we’ve got everyone to talk to. Our friends, I mean.”

Nodding you replied, “Yeah, but say one day we meet...I don’t know, our soulmates, or whatever. How do you plan on explaining all of this to them?”

“I’d have to meet her first.” Steve said, shrugging his shoulders as he turned back to glance at you. “Have you met your soulmate?”

You shook your head, “Not yet, but I’ve been told he lives here in Hawkins. So maybe I’ll meet him soon.” You put the pen back in your purse and dropped your hands down to your side. Not really looking for anything, you looked around and that’s when you saw it.

Steve’s wrist, there was something on it, under the sweater he was wearing.

“Speaking of soulmates, I think you’ve got a note from yours.” you pointed out, gesturing toward his wrist with a small smile and a nod of your head.

Steve tugged his sleeve up and you watched as he did, but turned your gaze up to look at his face. He lit up at whatever was on his wrist. You hoped that wherever your soulmate was, he looked just as happy whenever he got a message from you.

“What’s she saying?” you asked softly, hoping you weren’t disturbing the moment for him. But you were curious.

“Just a doodle.” Steve answered, showing you his wrist and speaking. “She does that sometimes. But they just remind me that she’s real. That she’s out there, y’know?”

That’s when you saw it. The small flower you’d been doodling just then.

“Steve.” you couldn’t think of whatever else to say, trailing off after that, still staring at the flower on his wrist.

He glanced up at you, having only been looking at the flower on his wrist and looked a bit confused, “Yeah?”

All you could do, was hold up your wrist for him. Because what words could you even find in that moment to say anything right. What if you messed up, or said the wrong thing. Or what if he was upset by it all. It just seemed too real. Too surreal.

You both looked at each other, at the matching marks on your wrists right then and then back at your gaze.

A smile broke out on his face and on yours as well. You didn’t know what to do, but Steve moved closer to you and you moved closer to him. Neither of you spoke right away until you were standing close enough to touch.

You spoke first, “So, are you happy I finally made it to your small town?”

“I’m glad you didn’t leave it when you had the chance.” Steve replied.

“Without meeting the soulmate I’ve been talking to since seventh grade?” You laughed softly, shaking your head and looking at him. “Like that was really going to happen.”

“I can’t believe I’ve known you all these months and I didn’t know.” Steve said quietly, looking at you with a smile.

“If it makes you feel better, I didn’t know either. But I’m glad it’s you.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded your head, and then before giving you a chance to answer, Steve kissed you softly. And it was everything you’d ever thought it would be, kissing your soulmate for the first time. It was the best first kiss you could have thought. You dreamed of it off and on since you were in the seventh grade, and this was real. It was someone you knew and trusted. And the best part? You really liked him too.

Neither of you noticed the door opening, Robin walking back in and laughing, “I knew it. Soulmates.”

#steve harrington x reader #reader x steve harrington #steve harrington x you #soulmate au #stranger things x reader

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ndostairlyrium · 9 months

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✨ Self Rec Tag Game✨

I was tagged by the creator of the tag game herself, @shivunin and I'm terribly sorry if I came back to it super late ;; it was super fun looking at what others made with it tho <3 people are so talented!!

Rules: Share five of your own fanworks (fic, art, etc.). Then, tag five more people to share the things they've made.

Something you absolutely adore

Something that was challenging to create

Something that makes you laugh (or smile, if that fits more comfortably)

Something that surprised you (in how it turned out, how much other people liked it, etc.)

Something you want other people to see

For those I'll tag: categories aren't necessary, "they're more guidelines than rules" (cit. @shivunin)

I may have broken the rules because I'm chronically undecided << hopefully it's fine sorry in advance

Something you absolutely adore

I just... I'm into chill and comfy vibes <<' These three together bring me so much joy, like, I remember reading all their interactions on the wikia and smiling like an idiot because I wished that all of it was more blatant rather than "yea there's a 3% chance you'll get this interaction in game"

Something that was challenging to create

Probably the first batch from everything-else-but-Inktober 2020. I decided to drop the idea of messing with inks and straight up exercised on things I usually fail at / wanted to improve. The whole challenge was, well, a challenge. I remember struggling from day 1 to 30 because I'm terrible at studies, I tend to filter and filter and filter and... But I like the results!! Far from perfect, but I've learnt big deal through it ;; If you're interested, here's the links to the instagram posts: Weeks 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

Something that makes you laugh (or smile, if that fits more comfortably)

I can't decide! Aaaaaargh Here, have a multitude of things that make me crack a smile :'D

...I wanted to add more but I don't wanna make another monsterpost :'D

Something that surprised you (in how it turned out, how much other people liked it, etc.)

This fanart of Ophélie from Le Passe Miroir, which I'm very proud of ;; I know it doesn't seem like a huge accomplishment or an art megazord, but I was very in my head before opening Photoshop but during the process, when I realized I was doing exactly what I pictured beforehand, I just couldn't stop being proud of myself lol which is something I don't experience a lot :'''

Also this comm I did for @n7viper that made me say "oh, you can handle this" This was quite the experience ;; thanks again for letting me work on this dude <3 I started with a greyscale then added colors, which is a technique I used some times and like, I was sure it was challenging because it's super hard to balance everything out, but when things came out exactly how I wanted them to be?? Woah, alright Picasso, slay

Something you want other people to see

-My dwarven ladies 🧔✨

you can check it out here

-The things I'm doing for this artfight lol I think I leveled up in some cases 👌

These are previews, everything will be posted in this blog, my artblog, insta, twitter etc etc

-The collabs and trades I made with some of the most talented people I know and cherish ;;

Like this one amongst the many I did with @greypetrel who dragged me back into Lord of the Rings after years and I'll be forever thankful for that ;; but also for the experience <3

Or these ones I did with @underneathestars Plus our joint effort for last year's N7 Day: her post - my post That was a challenge and your girls served 💅

Also This!!! Courtesy of @demandthedoodles This was like, one of the funniest - yet astounding - outcomes from a sketch I almost forgot I made lol I need to print this out when I can!

I would include all of them, because I traded art and collaborated with people I really appreciate but I can't possibly include other things ;; I'll mass reblog / share them in the next days!

Also, thanks again @shivunin for this tag game ;; I discovered things I've never seen from people I follow and found out awesome new things from people I didn't follow already. So super fun <3

I'm tagging (no pressure, no commitment): @n7viper @underneathestars @qwib @skeltrr @lethalhoopla @kassarts @aukanemin @ii-then @daggerbean @vaesivlasta @sparatus

#long post #tag game #self rec tag game #ndo sta l'art tag #of course I did a monsterpost siigh #listen I'm easily entertained when it comes to shitposting I had to spam :'#no I didn't have to but I did it anyway because I have no self control #I didn't include fics tho <<#I need to stop tweaking this post gdi

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Christmas Shit

The next of the Christmas charity prompts. @orbisonblue generously donated and asked for some Jimmy and Javier from From Better or Worse.

Content tags: some mention of Jimmy's (absent) awful, homophobic family, complete with how they think/talk about gay stuff as well as Jimmy. This is futurefic, so I guess book spoilers.

All characters are mine blah blah.

Christmas Shit

Javier let himself into Jimmy’s place through the back door like always, narrowly avoiding Baci as she bolted outside to chase leaves, one of the bags in his arms smacking into the wall hard enough to make him freeze and listen for any glass breaking. But he forgot the spun glass white egret intended as a Christmas present for Peyo to put in the yard that was now possibly shattered into a thousand pieces, because Jimmy sprang up from where he’d been lying on the couch and flailed around until he found the remote.

He waved it at the TV while forcefully pressing buttons, probably intending to turn it off but only pausing the screen. Javier glanced at the image of several white people in period costumes lined up opposite each other for what he assumed was a dance, then faced Jimmy, who was staring at him with eyes a little too wide. As though Javier had just walked in on him watching porn—no, Javier had walked in on him watching porn and also had watched some with him, so this was something else.

He realized what only a second after his first thought. Trust Jimmy to still have hangups about doing anything that might be considered ‘weak’ or ‘gay’ where anyone in his family might see.

Javier was not someone who raged or held grudges, but he had a collection of things he was waiting for a chance to say to the Rizzo family if he ever met them.

Not that he ever would. That was why Jimmy was out here, and why he volunteered to work on every holiday, and probably why he’d made up reasons to not go to Christmas shopping at the mall in Riverton with Javier and Peyo today.

“You’re home earlier than I expected,” Jimmy said, almost breathless. He was not looking back at the TV screen. Javier couldn’t let him go on being nervous, even though if he waited, Jimmy would remember on his own that Javier was one of his asshole relations back in the Midwest who would insist something like that was for fags.

But Javier didn’t feel like letting Jimmy suffer even for another second. “Is that Pride and Prejudice?” He calmly closed the door behind him; Baci would let them know when she wanted back inside.

“I don’t know,” Jimmy answered immediately, then seemed to realize how childish he sounded and frowned at the couch for a moment. “I guess,” he amended. “Probably.”

Javier gentled his voice but made his point anyway. “Everyone knows who Colin Firth is. Because of that thing.” Jimmy set his jaw as though he had an argument he wasn’t going to make, so Javier added, “and that Bridget Jones or whatever.” And then, because it would make Jimmy’s relatives squirm, “And Mamma Mia.”

“Rhonda loves that movie. Fuck you. She put it on when I was over there.” This was muttered, but at least Jimmy was starting to look less squirrely.

Tiny’s wife did love Mamma Mia. But Javier suspected that Jimmy’s opera-loving ass was fond of it too, and would probably enjoy more musicals if given the chance.

Javier left that unsaid. “You can keep watching. I’m going to go stash this stuff in the bedroom.”

It was not, technically, his bedroom, or even their bedroom. Not on the lease anyway. Javier still had his bedroom in Peyo’s house next door. But when he’d told Jimmy he’d be hiding presents in their bedroom, Jimmy hadn’t objected. He’d even cleared out space in the closet.

“Nah, I don’t need to watch the rest, it’s okay,” Jimmy denied anyway.

Javier studied him without moving, letting shopping bag handles dig into his arms. He stared until Jimmy fidgeted and said, “What? It’s fine. I don’t need to keep watching.”

Then Javier just said, very softly, “It’s okay if you’d rather watch it by yourself. But I wouldn’t spoil it for you if you let me join you. I’ve never seen it. Just that other one.”

Jimmy put his head back like this was an unexpected blow. “You saw that one?”

Javier nodded. “In the station believe it or not. And no, it was not me or Scotty who put it on. Hmm. I did read one of her books, Austen’s I mean, in college, but not this one. So definitely no spoilers from me.”

“Oh.” Jimmy shifted from foot to foot once, restless or indecisive. “I didn’t put this on either. But it came on.”

“And it was so good that you stopped what you were doing to watch?” Javier couldn’t help his smile or the teasing, but getting Jimmy to forget his fight-or-flight reactions to these things always felt good. Like a reward or a gift shared between the two of them. But he didn’t push the teasing despite how he probably could have now. “You want something to eat? I can do that next and bring it to you while you watch.”

Jimmy narrowed his eyes, but then dipped one shoulder, looking so adorably bashful and fierce at the same time that Javier hid a sigh. “Yeah. Thanks. You don’t have to, but thanks. I… you can join me, if you want. I can start over.”

“I’m not going to make you do that.” Javier wouldn’t have anyway, but also he vaguely thought that version was long and he had already worn himself out with the drive to Riverton and then shopping, and was probably going to take a nap even if he tried not to. It wasn’t worth it to start it all over for him now. “But you could fill me in while I make us some sandwiches?”

Jimmy wiped the amazed look off his face quickly, but Javier still caught it. He didn’t comment, though. He went to the bedroom, then came into the kitchen to wash his hands and get out what was left of the roast they’d made the other day and every condiment within reach.

“You want me to make you some coffee?” Jimmy asked from the kitchen doorway, watching Javier with his hands in his pockets, somehow still looking bashful and fierce. He accepted that Javier wasn’t going to laugh at him or mock him, but was unable to quite shake old fears. “You look tired. The old man drive you crazy today?”

“Tempting,” Javier admitted. “But I had two coffees at the mall already.”

He was focused on slicing bread and so didn’t realize Jimmy had moved. He put down the knife to reach for some onion and felt Jimmy’s breath on the back of his neck a second before Jimmy wrapped an arm around him.

“Thank you.”

Javier didn’t think Jimmy was talking about the food with that soft, sweet whisper, although it was just possible. He turned until he could press a quick kiss to the side of Jimmy’s face. Jimmy’s cheek was hot and held the faint impression of one of the couch cushions, as if he’d been watching Pride and Prejudice with his face smushed against a pillow.

Javier kissed him again. “So, what were you watching before to make the channel suggest this?”

It got him a whine and more grumbling. “Javi.”

“It’s just a question,” Javier answered with innocence that might have seemed false to Jimmy, because he sighed deeply.

Then, without meeting Javier’s eye, said, “I wanted something Christmas that wasn’t anything I used to watch with them.”

Them being all the Rizzos except his ex-wife, who was a Rizzo by marriage-of-convenience and so didn’t really count as a Rizzo to Javier. Not like the rest of those assholes. She had sent them a Christmas card.

Javier held all those thoughts in, waiting for Jimmy to continue to explain, which he would if he wanted to.

Which he must have, because he angled his face to keep his gaze away but ask for another kiss, and then muttered, clearly embarrassed, “So a few years ago, I got in the habit of watching those holiday rom coms. The bad ones.”

“The bad ones?” Javier echoed, mostly because his impression of those Hallmark TV movies was that they were all bad.

Jimmy gave a tight shrug. “You know, the ones with the city girls, and the small towns covered in Christmas shit that nobody in their right mind fucking does. Like not even people who live in towns with Christmas tourism go that fucking nuts for it. But… they’ve got the colors and everything, and snow in ‘em a lot of the time and it don’t snow here. And they’ve almost always got really welcoming families in those insane Christmas towns and I…”

He stopped, abruptly and obviously.

“Ah.” Javier grabbed Jimmy by the collar of his t-shirt and pulled him closer until their eyes met.

“Aw, Javi,” Jimmy whined again, but apparently for a different reason. “Now, I gotta kiss you. It ain’t fair.”

Javier didn’t have time to get offended. Jimmy put hands on either side of his face and kissed him, slow and careful, without the hunger Javier had been expecting. He pulled back, then came in again to offer Javier another, even softer kiss, before saying, “You didn’t get out the good mustard.”

“Sorry,” Javier answered automatically.

Jimmy bobbed his head, cheered by food and the preparation of it, or the kiss, or being in the kitchen with Javier, which he had said many times was his favorite place to be “in the whole goddamn world.” He went to the fridge himself for the mustard, leaving Javier to watch him and shiver and think about what was left of the afternoon.

He cleared his throat. “We can eat, and I’ll tell you all about Peyo ditching me at the mall for a date,” or a hookup, “with his current old lady romantic partner.” It made Jimmy snort a laugh, so Javier continued. “Then, if you want, we can go back to your movie. Or wrap presents. Or and wrap presents, if you want. Whatever you want, Jimmy.” Javier had just heard enough carols in the mall to last him until next Christmas, but, “We could even listen to carols. There’s sure be a playlist somewhere. Whatever you want. I mean it.”

“I do not want carols,” Jimmy huffed. He went stiff, then relaxed. Not completely, but enough. “It’s a tough time of year for people like me. That’s all.”

Javier forced himself to turn back the counter so Jimmy wouldn’t have to keep inventing reasons to go hide his face in the fridge. “I know, baby.”

That was said just to hear the grumbled, “Fucking baby, he says. Il mio coure.” Jimmy closed the refrigerator door, though, then paused. “You need anything else for these?”

Javier made his voice overly sweet. “Peppers if you want them, baby.”

He got a pissy look for it, but Jimmy did go back into the fridge for the jar. He put it on the counter. “How about a tea if not coffee, huh?” he offered. Then, while fussing with the kettle said over his shoulder, as if it were no big deal, “So—there is this family that has all daughters, okay? Like five of ‘em and none of them are married.”

“Okay,” Javier agreed, and hid his smile.

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The Betrayer | Chapter Seven: Reunify

He was not your captain anymore. He was a traitor. He was a killer. And he was here for you.

Pairing: Albert Wesker/F!Reader, Chris Redfield/F!Reader

Tags: Angst, Violence, Blood, Major Character Death (Temporary)

Notes: Hey all! Finally getting chapter 7 out! This one was kinda tricky to write but I really love how it turned out! Hope you like it too! Wesker is such a dick but man... *swoon*. I also wanted to mention I added/edited a little in previous chapters to fix continuity errors lol. Nothing that changes the story, but just a little extra. For those who don't wanna reread to find out, I added mentions in chapter 5 and 6 that Lucky had a bruise on her neck from Ghost Face choking her, because I forgot to add that lol. You might wanna read that part of chapter 6 though cos we get more protective Chris out of it ;) I also realized I missed some details in chapter 6 concerning the R.P.D. map, so I added those, as well as shuffled around the path Lucky and Chris take to get to the S.T.A.R.S. office. I'm not sure when I'll be able to post chapter 8 (haven't written yet cos 7 had me in a tizzy lol) because I have a lot of family/Christmas related stuff going on. Just gonna have to play that by ear. Anyway, let me know what you liked about the chapter or any other thoughts or theories you have! I always love to see what y'all have to say! Happy holidays!

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Day 2; R.P.D.

Your vision returned as you faced the figure before you, your jaw dropping when you saw their face.

“Captain…” you whispered softly, more to yourself than to him.

He’s here. He’s really here…

Your first urge was to run to him, to wrap your arms around his neck and never let go.

You stepped forward, reaching out your hand, but as you took in his tall form covered in all black, with blood that was not his own speckled across his face and a combat knife in his grasp, reality crashed down upon you.

He was not your captain anymore. He was a traitor. He was a killer. And he was here for you.

For a split second, you swear you saw his mouth open in shock as he looked at you.

Before you could question it, Wesker’s expression shifted to a dark smirk. “And here I thought I’d never see you again. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, considering your friends and I just had quite the reunion.”

Your friends… They were somewhere in this building, just dangling helplessly on meat hooks, fighting off the Entity’s encroaching talons and hoping you could reach them before it swallowed them whole. You needed to get out of here. Now.

You glanced around you, making note of any possible exit as he stalked closer. You stepped away from him, back hitting the wall of his office. Your breath hitched as he leaned down, grabbing your face in his bloody, gloved hand.

You wondered idly whose blood it was. A little bit of all of them, probably. You fought the urge to gag as the coppery scent of it invaded your nostrils.

“You look exactly as I remember you,” he said, his deep voice quiet as he surveyed your face, taking in the cut across your cheek and your bruised neck. “Though perhaps a little worse for wear.”

Why was he doing this? Shouldn’t he be slashing you with that knife and hauling you over to a hook right now? He downed your friends in such quick succession, you can’t imagine he spent much time catching up.

“You should be dead, you know. I watched the life leave your eyes myself, and yet...” You gulped as his face came even closer, and you could see your reflection in those dark shades.

He looked older. But even with that and the glasses covering his eyes, he was as beautiful as ever. His features were still sharp, his skin still pale and smooth, as if he was carved from marble.

But Michelangelo himself could never craft the man before you. Could never capture the pure intimidation and power that he radiated.

You felt the tip of his nose brush along your ear, your whole body tensing up in response. “Ten years, it’s been, since last I laid eyes on you. The Entity must be trying to get on my good side, sending you here.”

Many emotions were tearing through you–joy at seeing him again, sadness knowing what he has become, fear that he would hurt you–but an overwhelming surge of rage bubbled up in your throat at his words.

How dare he. After everything he had done, he had the audacity to believe you would just stand there and let him toy with you. The arrogance. The entitlement.

“You betrayed us.”

He pulled back at that, tilting his head slightly, amused. “Whatever do you mean?”

That only fed the flames.

“Don’t act like you don’t know,” you seethed, poking his chest with your finger. “Chris told me everything! How could you? How could you lead our team to their deaths? They were your friends!”

Wesker snarled at that, sounding more beast than man, raising his blade and swinging it down upon you. You yelped, unable to move with his other hand still firmly planted on your jaw, closing your eyes as you waited for the inevitable rending of your flesh.

Instead of the sharp metal tearing through the meat of your eye, as you thought it would, you heard the scraping of it as Wesker embedded his knife into the wall beside your head, caging you in completely.

Your eyes flew open, faced yet again with your own reflection in Wesker’s sunglasses, the smirk he had sported dropping into a vicious scowl.

You felt the skin of your left ear stinging, something warm oozing down to your lobe, where it dripped onto the shoulder of your new jacket, staining it.

He had always made you anxious, always set your nerves ablaze since the moment you met him, but you had never been afraid of him. Until now.

“They were not my friends,” he spat. “They were nothing. Just lambs for slaughter.”

Tears burned in your eyes, unsure if it was the anger, the fear, or the hurt you now felt that caused them.

“What about me, then?” you demanded, your voice shaking.

“What about you?”

“If they were nothing to you, then what was I? Just a toy or–or some pet to play with until you got bored? Until you broke it?”

“Does it matter?” he asked, finally releasing your face from his harsh grasp, his tone snide. “Toy or pet, you still belong to me.”

If you were angry before, you were positively livid now. Fear be damned.

Before you could even register what you were doing, you pulled back your hand and slapped him as hard as you could with an open palm, flinging his glasses off his face.

With his gaze still turned to the side from the force of the blow, you could see his lips peeling back over his teeth. The large grin, especially from this angle, made him look like a wolf baring its fangs, ready to lunge.

“You’re going to regret that.”

Faster than you had time to react, black pulsing tendrils burst out from under his left sleeve, slithering around your throat and lifting you fully off the ground. As you clawed desperately at them, fighting to pull in the oxygen that was being squeezed out of you, he slammed you with incredible force back into the wall, knocking what little air you had completely from your lungs.

You heard a crack as your skull made contact with the glass of the office window, a sharp pain rippling from the back of your head.

He’s going to kill me.

Your face was turning a violent shade of blue and your eyes were bulging from their sockets as you continued to fight against his hold, weakening with every passing second.

Wesker pulled you forward and you wondered if he was going to test if he could hook you before you died of asphyxiation, until he flung you once more into the window.

The glass shattered completely as you flew through it and into his office, your spine hitting the edge of his desk as you landed on the floor.

You gasped and heaved, frantically trying to catch your breath. Your back was surely bruised and your throat, which had already been tender, was now excruciating to the touch.

The skin of your face and hands were stinging, cut by the glass as you were thrown through it. Shards of it were stuck in your hair and clothes, the rest of the window scattered on the ground around you, cutting into the knees of your pants and your palms as you rolled over, scrambling to get up.

Your vision swam, everything splitting into two as you gripped the desk, fighting the dizziness that overtook you. As you stood on shaking legs, you nearly retched, bile climbing up your throat with a sudden onset of nausea.

I’m concussed, you realized.

You placed your hand on the back of your head, agony pulsing from where your fingertips grazed your wound. As you pulled it back, you saw it was coated in blood.

You wiped it on your jeans, standing up straight and shaking the glass from your person. You saw movement in the corner of your eye, even despite the haze, and you turned to find Wesker looming in the doorway.

He stepped towards you and you stumbled back, nearing the window by the desk where the glass had been completely removed, perfect for an escape.

You were frozen in shock, though, when you traveled your gaze to his face, now left uncovered without his shades.

What greeted you–instead of those blue eyes you had once known so well–were orbs of fiery red, the pupils mere slits, like a cat’s.

Or a snake’s.

“What happened to you?!” you gasped in terror.

He was no longer a man. He was a monster.

He leaned down, leveling you with that burning gaze, a crazed smile stretching across his visage. “I became… a god.”

Before you could make a run for it or Wesker could lunge for you, there was a sudden loud rumbling noise in the distance, the whole station almost vibrating from the force of it. A large shockwave rolled through the room, nearly knocking you down, your balance already off-kilter from the concussion.

Rebecca…

Wesker turned away from you and towards the disruption, clearly amused. “Looks like the Entity’s claimed its first prize.”

“Well, it’s not getting me.”

With that, you made a mad dash for the empty window, vaulting over it on wobbling legs. He strode after you, clearly in no hurry, and despite the distance being put between you, his nonchalance was unnerving.

“Oh, it is truly precious that you think you can get away from me, pet,” he chastised as he followed behind, his wicked laughter echoing through the room as you sprinted out of it.

You made it to the end of the hallway, passing from the women’s locker room to the men’s through what was left of the crumbling wall that once separated them. You stopped for a moment, thinking of your next move.

There was a hole in the ground you could jump down, though with your ankle still aching and your concussion making focusing on much of anything difficult, you worried you would hurt yourself. There was the exit back into the hall you could take, but that felt too obvious.

That’s when you saw them.

The red lockers along the wall.

You had to play this smart, though, thinking of Carlos’s warning yet again.

You grabbed a piece of debris lying on the floor and lobbed it as far as you could down the hallway, hoping the sound would distract Wesker as you slipped into the red locker in the corner. You pressed your back against it and spread your legs in a wide stance so that you could remain as still as possible.

He entered the room mere seconds after you hid. You couldn’t see him behind the door, but his footsteps were enough of an indication.

As you had hoped, he strode towards the doorway, after the diversion.

You almost sighed in relief, about to exit your hiding spot and book it in the opposite direction, when you heard a loud whoosh in front of the locker.

You held your breath, fear in your veins, the sound of your own heartbeat thumping wildly in your ears.

Suddenly, the doors were pried open with such force, you thought they’d be ripped off their hinges.

You cried out as Wesker peered down at you with apparent derision. “You’ve always been such a clever thing. Unfortunately, not clever enough.”

He grabbed you again with those slimy appendages, easily throwing you over his shoulder despite your resistance.

He was going to hook you.

You could let him–let it just happen and accept your fate. What’s a single death when you’d likely be killed hundreds, if not thousands of times more while trapped in this hell?

But you were afraid. So purely afraid of dying that you were desperate to avoid it at all costs.

And so, with only a moment to act, you kicked off of the locker with all of your strength.

Wesker was sturdy, but the momentum was enough to send him staggering back a few steps, turning slightly to avoid tripping over the bench behind him.

It was just enough.

You pulled yourself forward with the movement and grabbed a hold of the row of blue lockers within reach, yanking them down.

You knew it was a gamble, but they were heavy enough that he released his hold on your waist to stop them from toppling onto him.

You took that brief moment to launch yourself backward, flying over the bench and to the ground, the landing jarring your already rattled brain.

You scrambled back through the gore that slicked the linoleum–unsure of who it might’ve belonged to–as he shot those inky tentacles toward you.

Before he could reach you, you rolled your body over and into the hole nearby.

You yelped as a piece of rebar sticking out from the concrete dug through your jacket and into the skin of your shoulder, the sharp metal tearing down your arm as you fell to the first floor onto your side, knocking the wind out of you.

You whimpered as you felt the burning pain of the new wound, your entire side wet with blood.

You heard the lockers being bashed back into the wall upstairs and Wesker’s voice called out to you, laced with rage, “My patience is beginning to wear thin.”

You rushed to your feet, knowing you only had seconds to make a run for it before he joined you in the first-floor hallway.

You dodged down the corridor, hearing the thud of boots as he landed where you had been lying only moments before.��

You weaved in and out of rooms as you sprinted, finally losing the sound of his footsteps as you reached the confiscated items room.

You slowed to a walk to catch your breath and take a look at your now injured shoulder, still gushing, but not so much you would pass out. If anything, your concussion was most concerning to you, nausea and dizziness crashing over you like waves. You fought against the urge to vomit.

As you began your journey to the east side of the station, hoping to make it to Jill and Chris in time before the Entity snatched them up, you noticed the floor was absolutely drenched in blood. You had seen plenty of it in this building–were now covered in it–but in this hallway, there was just… so much.

As you moved forward, staring at the stains on the floor to avoid slipping in the viscous red liquid, you felt something hit the side of your head with a gentle thump.

Your eyes trailed up and you flinched away from what you saw in alarm.

It was a body suspended from the ceiling, wearing an R.P.D. uniform.

You couldn’t hold it in anymore, retching on the floor.

You managed to calm down, wiping your mouth with the sleeve of your jacket, and forced yourself to look back up at them, praying to whatever god existed that it was someone you didn’t know. Thankfully, you couldn’t make out their face or their badge number.

Your relief was short-lived, however, when something banged against the window beside you and growled.

You screamed involuntarily at the noise, horrified to find a woman on the other side of the glass, trying to break through. At first glance, she looked human. But as you took in her appearance, her mouth was stained in blood and her skin was deathly pale and necrotic.

So this is what the infected looked like. This is what killed you in that mansion.

The thought made you shiver.

You heard those heavy bootsteps nearing once again, realizing that your scream alerted Wesker to your position. You admonished yourself for losing your cool and started running for the east wing as fast as you could, your ankle and head screeching in protest.

You saw Chris as you entered the lobby. He was upstairs next to the lion statue, hanging from the hook beside it, but not yet fighting off the Entity’s hold. That was good, you still had time to get Jill first before coming back for him.

You locked eyes with him, and you pointed to the east wing, trying not to call out to him and gain Wesker’s attention. He simply nodded, understanding your plan of action. You hated the idea of leaving him there to suffer, but Jill was your current priority.

You headed back for the first floor of the east wing, searching for Jill as you booked it through the office once more. You ended up at the side door again and noticed the meat hook you had passed by earlier in the trial was broken, the rusted metal lying on the ground, coated in a fresh layer of blood.

Poor Rebecca…

You went up the fire escape and into the second-floor hallway, hearing that rumbling noise yet again as you rounded the corner.

You were too late.

Jill’s body was already being pulled up and into a void that tore open the ceiling, the Entity’s talons wrapped tightly around her.

“Jill!” you yelled, guilt burrowing itself into your chest for not making it in time.

You had to cover your face as another shockwave rippled out, blowing dirt and debris up into the air around you.

The void closed in on itself and you were left alone in the hall, the only indication Jill had ever been there was the meat hook dropping with a loud clang to the floor.

You felt tears burn in your eyes and you leaned against the wall to steady yourself.

God, this can’t be happening… please…

You weren’t given much of a respite, though, as the sound of Wesker moving down the corridor forced you to piece yourself back together again and push forward.

At least I can still save Chris, you told yourself, shoving down the hopelessness that threatened to overtake you.

You found yourself in Chief Irons’s office, a place you had only been to once when you were first hired, a secret entryway into the lobby sitting in front of you.

Just up ahead was Chris, now battling with the Entity as it tried to tear through him with its massive claws.

You took a step forward, about to bridge the gap between you to pull him from the hook, when you heard the click of a tongue right behind you.

The hair on the back of your neck rose up as you turned, Wesker standing mere feet from you in the doorway.

How did he catch up so fast?!

“I have to admit, I always admired your fighting spirit. But you are grating on my last nerve, my dear.”

He took one long stride forward and you spun back around, bursting towards the lobby at full speed.

You passed by a pallet pressed up against Chief Irons’s desk and knew what you had to do, hopeful it would buy you enough time to grab Chris and find a place to hide.

You slowed for just a moment, long enough for Wesker to catch up to you, and then pulled it down on top of him.

He reeled back, pressing his gloved hand to his temple where the wood had made contact with his head, a snarl ripping past his lips, “I’ll see you dead!”

Fighting against your trembling hands, you finally reached Chris.

“I’m getting you out of here!” you told him, wrapping your arms tightly around his legs and pushing up with what little energy you had left.

So close, come on! you bellowed out in your head, gritting your teeth as you felt Chris’s body slide up the meat hook planted into his shoulder. He groaned in pain as he held off the Entity with one hand and tried pulling himself up and off the hook with the other.

You shrieked as leather-clad fingers dug into your scalp–into your open wound–and yanked you off of Chris by your hair.

“Lucky!” Chris shouted, reaching towards you without thinking.

Right in front of your blurring eyes, the Entity sliced its long, sharp talon through Chris’s abdomen.

One last grunt escaped him as your horrified gazes met, a spurt of blood flying out of his mouth and spraying you across the face.

“Chris!” you cried, fighting against Wesker’s hold.

It didn’t matter. He was already dead.

The Entity curled its blood-soaked claws around his body and, like Jill, began to pull him up into a void that appeared in the ceiling.

Wesker turned to you as you continued to watch your best friend’s corpse get carried off into the floating abyss, unable to come to terms with what you just witnessed. That blast of air you now know to be associated with the Entity’s sacrifice washed over you, stinging your eyes, but you couldn’t pull them away from the scene.

“How disappointing,” Wesker tutted, pressing his other hand to your face, forcing you to look at him. “To think, you were so close.”

His words cut right through the shock, every emotion you were feeling at that moment overshadowed by the unadulterated wrath you felt frothing like over-boiled water inside of you.

Wesker’s fingers were pressed to either side of your cheeks, clamped down hard enough to bruise, the healing scab across your face cracking and oozing new blood.

His hand hovered right in front of your open mouth, and so you did the only thing you could think of.

You bit down.

Hard.

He let out a hiss, pulling his hand from your face. The leather was too thick for your teeth to tear through it and into his flesh, but you knew the bite was forceful enough to still hurt.

You only stared up at him in defiance, reaching your hands to the one tangled in your hair, scratching wildly at his arm.

“Enough!” he roared, something feral flashing in those animal eyes.

He yanked you back with enough strength to nearly rip your hair from your scalp and tossed you bodily down the stairs.

You covered your face as you bounced painfully on every step, landing with a thud on your back, your head cracking–yet again–on the hard linoleum.

You let out a scream in agony, the world fading into only shapes. You were shocked your brain wasn’t oozing out of your skull by now.

You could still make out the silhouette of Wesker as he slowly made his way down the stairs, holding that glinting blade up to the light as he spoke, “You know, darling, it didn’t have to go this way. What a waste of such a sweet reunion.”

He was only halfway down the steps when you heard a creaking noise behind you, and what sounded like the rushing of wind.

Is that..?

You turned over, groaning from the motion, as you tried to follow the sound. A cold breeze hit your face and your eyes focused just enough to see your salvation.

The hatch!

It was down the ramp in front of you, just next to the entrance to the east wing.

Despite every aching part of your body objecting to your movements, you pulled yourself to your hands and knees and crawled as fast as you could.

You slid down the ramp, your hands outreached and ready to dive into the opening on the floor.

Yes! I’m getting out of here!

But, suddenly, there was a current of air whipping across your right side, something barreling past you and to the hatch so fast, you couldn’t make sense of it.

To your horror, as you were mere inches from your escape, the door to the hatch was slammed shut right in front of your eyes. If you had been any closer, your fingers would have been crushed under the rusted metal.

You were met with two large black boots standing before you, your eyes pooling as you came to terms with the fact you weren’t getting out alive.

Wesker tsked as he walked up to your side, kicking it harshly to force you onto your back.

“What a fun little game that was, my pet. But I’m afraid playtime is over.”

You tried to fight him off as he straddled your hips with ease, those vile, pulsating tendrils wrapping around your wrists and pinning them to the floor.

He traced his knife down your face, fully reopening the wound there as you cried out in pain.

His visage hovered so close to yours as he trailed his hand down your body and you shut your eyes as you felt the blade caress your ribs.

Tears leaked down your cheeks.

This is it.

Before he could bury his knife up to the hilt into your lung, though, words came tumbling out of your mouth, “Even after everything you’ve done, I can’t bring myself to hate you.”

You squeezed your eyelids tighter as you braced yourself for what was to come, resigned to experiencing this first death at the hands of your betrayer.

But nothing happened.

Confused, you opened your eyes just in time to see him lean forward, knife clattering to the floor.

And then he kissed you.

You were shocked, frozen as he moved his lips against yours, sweltering and so incredibly hungry.

You did the unthinkable.

You kissed him back.

Truth be told, you wanted this. You missed it.

To think, it had only been a few days since last you saw him. Ten years younger. Your proud captain. The man you admired.

The man you loved.

You weren’t sure how long you laid there, completely at his mercy as his lips molded so perfectly against yours like they always had, but there came a sudden shaking across the whole building, the floors and walls breaking apart as an orange glow emanated from their cracks.

Wesker pulled back, his hands moving to cradle the sides of your face as he looked upon you, that murderous rage seeming to dissipate altogether, replaced with something else. Something… soft.

He sighed, those snake-like eyes boring into your own as he said, “It really is a shame, dearheart, but it looks like we’re out of time.”

Before you could say another word and faster than you could comprehend, his grip on your face tightened and he twisted your head to the side.

There was a sickening crunch, white-hot agony shooting through your neck in a single burst, and then…

Nothing.

***

???; ???

When you gained consciousness again, you were floating.

No, more like sinking.

You couldn't move. Couldn’t see. Couldn’t breathe.

It was as if you had been tossed into the freezing depths of the ocean, the icy water feeling like a million daggers being stabbed into your skin as it enveloped you.

You panicked, fighting against your immobile limbs, urging yourself to just swim up.

Your lungs were burning, but you weren’t drowning. Just sinking further and further and further down.

Was this death? Forever drifting in a black, watery abyss?

You didn’t know what to do. There was nothing to do.

And so you continued your descent into the unknown.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed. It could have been seconds. It could have been years. Everything was so far away now. Your life, your friends, the struggles you faced. It all seemed to fade into nothing.

There was no comfort in this endless dark, but there was still a certain peace to it. No need to fight anymore. You could just be.

And then you felt it.

A rush of movement came below you, something massive swimming up and towards your paralyzed form.

You didn’t know what it was, but you knew to be very afraid.

You felt it reach for you and you wished you could scream, could move, could do anything.

And then, as you awaited the inevitable, its claws outstretched…

You woke up.

***

Day 2; Survivors’ Camp

You came to, screaming.

You realized as a soft glow permeated your vision and the smell of woodsmoke filled your nostrils, that you were back at the camp.

You were no longer underneath Wesker’s hold. No longer drifting down into nothing, ready to be swallowed by what lurked in the deep of whatever watery near-grave you had been trapped in.

The memories of that freezing abyss faded nearly immediately, though, like waking from a distant dream. But Wesker’s heated kiss and the pain you felt as he snapped your neck weighed heavily in your thoughts.

The ache of your strained vocal cords was suddenly muted by the gut-wrenching anguish of your new reality settling in.

“Hey, hey. I got you, Lucky.”

You turned to face Chris, who was kneeling beside you. He clamped a firm hand on your shoulder, anchoring you to something other than the horrid truth you’ve come to learn.

He scanned you, as if making sure you were free from injury, before meeting your gaze. “Everything’s okay. You’re okay.”

Oh, how wrong he was.

Your eyes began to sting with unshed tears, and the dam broke before you could hold it in.

As the first burning sob surged through you, Chris pulled you tightly into his arms, trying to calm your shaking form.

“The first time is always the worst,” he told you, offering comfort the best way he could.

But he didn’t understand. You had to make him understand.

“It was him–” you choked out. “It was him.”

You heard him sigh above you, tightening his already crushing hold. “I know. I know. But he can’t hurt you here.”

But he didn’t know. Could never know. There were no words to describe this feeling.

Chris thought you were simply afraid of Wesker.

It went so much deeper than that.

“It’s over, Lucky. You’re back here now. You’re safe. I’ll keep you safe.”

He’ll keep you safe? You could almost laugh if it weren’t for the cries that wouldn’t stop falling from your lips and into his shoulder.

None of you were safe. You never would be again.

But safety was farthest from your mind.

Yes, the feeling of Wesker’s hands on you, the agony that shot through you when he… when he killed you… was something that would haunt your nightmares for weeks to come.

But it was far from the worst thing you felt, the thing that erupted from your sinking heart and out of your mouth. The truth that hurt far more than any suffering he could ever inflict on you.

The man you loved never existed.

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sky-squido · 1 year

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A/J for to isolate? (very excited for the finale btw)

A: How did you come up with the title to To Isolate?

okay so when i originally reblogged the fanfic ask meme, these are the tags i almost added and then didn't:

i did end up asking her anyway and she told me but i've already forgotten again, so there must not be a particularly interesting story behind it. i think we just played around with a couple of things and that was what we liked best. i mean, we had no idea it would get so huge, so we didn't put a ton of thought into it, and it's a perfectly serviceable and not-inaccurate title. yeah, there's not much more to it than that, i don't think

J: Write or describe an alternative ending to To Isolate.

HA!! NOW THAT TO ISOLATE IS ACTUALLY DONE I CAN MEME ON THE FINALE! i actually have TONS of silly ideas for post-fic funtimes because it has a happy ending and everything and i just really love the continuity it sets up. there's a strong chance i'll end up writing some of them out and putting them in their own fic that i group into a series with to isolate itself. i'll bullet some of my favorites below the cut for spoiler-proofing.

but those are less alternate endings and more extensions/deleted scenes/post-credits-scenes. most actual alternate ending possibilities for to isolate are pretty dark, but one of my favorite meme alternate ending ideas is one where Warriors keeps a journal in chapter one and for some reason?? Dink just Doesn't Notice so Wars wakes up on Day Four and goes "hey guys this is really weird" and everyone's like "YEAH that is pretty funky" and they all just talk about it. it would be funny to say that the whole plot just never happens, but that's not necessarily the case—dink still has his scheme, and i'm not fully sure what all the ramifications of them finding out this early on would be. he might just be like OH FRICK I FORGOT ABOUT THE BOOK and then wipes their memories and burns the journal. maybe that IS canon and sky just never knew~ oooooooooooooooh~ (it's not dw—if it were, wars woulda brought it up in ch. 10)

OH HOW COULD I HAVE FORGOTTEN! THERE IS AN ALTERNATE ENDING!!! POLTEA MADE ONE and it's beautiful y'all should check it out here

OKAY SILLY FUNTIMES POST-CANON NONSENSE IDEAS (SPOILER WARNING FOR LITERALLY THE ENTIRE FIC)

consider yourself warned

((lemme know which of these y'all are most interested in and if i ever get around to writing little these vignettes, i'll prioritize those))

four has been looking for the master sword for a while, Splitting for a time to cover more ground, and he hasn't found it anywhere. he's starting to plan out a long-term solution but also he's still looking. dot keeps telling him to stop, but he really wants to make extra super bonus sure he didn't just miss it by accident. as he's walking in the mountains, the sword drops out of the sky, bonks him on the head (with the hilt, but that's not much better than the blade cuz it's still Hot As Heck from ch. 7) and then tumbles down a cliff into the woods. he's simultaneously relieved and very annoyed, but he climbs down after it anyway to find it stabbed, perfectly vertically, into a pristine clearing, rays of golden sunlight spilling over it (wait where is that even coming from it's like midnight and also overcast) because the Master Sword is actually a Massive Diva and the laws of nature will bend to facilitate this

legend getting a loftwing!! he is a knight of skyloft, after all. i like the idea of his loftwing being really grumpy and kind of traumatized because it lost its rider, and no one's been able to even get close to it without getting bitten at, which is why it's up for grabs for someone of legend's age, but they understand each other really well and bond a lot, even if they can't "feel" each other like sky and his loftwing can, since they missed the critical period for that.

oh yeah it's canon that the wedding rings that sky and sun wear are gifts from legend—sky's got the green ring because a) green symbolizes courage in zelda and b) it's a balance of offensive and defensive boosts and mr. i-lost-the-use-of-my-sword-hand could use the help in both departments. zelda has the life ring L-2 which is pretty and heart-shaped but also regenerates health over time because sky and legend care about her lots and want her to stay safe <3

okay poltea and i high-key sidelined groose because neither of us can take him seriously because he's too much of a meme (even though i've played sksw twice now and agree wholeheartedly that endgame groose is a massive lad) and also like... he really wasn't relevant to the fic and there was honestly no point in fleshing him out or anything. however, this fun vignette would play with the HEY WHO'S THIS LEGEND GUY AND HOW'D HE STEAL MY BESTIE SO FAST?! element of the dynamic where sky's in a cheesy YA love triangle but of friendship sfdkgjhsldfgkjsdf. groose and legend would both slip slightly into their respective Jerk Modes to try and sus the other out, but then they'd bond and become bros and sky would bemoan the mistake he made in unleashing those two upon the world. they also fight over which of them will be sky's kid's favorite uncle <3 also legend's aroace in this fic because i said so so he just vibes with the lads. it's probably for the bet if he doesn't set up a bloodline in his own past anyway fdjhgfkgfjfd

OKAY SO REMEMBER THE LINE ABOUT PARADOXES AND CRAP and how sun kind of had a sense for them and would stop legend from causing any so he could safely inhabit the past? in this idea, like... the weirdest stuff sets off the Paradox Tinglies and Legend will be about to take a sip of juice and then sun bursts into the room and smacks it out of his hand and goes NO! and legend's just like O_O. he's honestly not sure if she's just screwing with him or not but he's too grateful to be here to question it

SKY AND SUN'S BABY AND LEGEND BEING A CHAOTIC UNCLE. i've never actively sought out fics in the vein of "we've just handed your favorite character an infant, what will they do now?" and i don't spend nearly enough time around children that small to be able to write any pre-school age particularly well, but just because it's these dorks specifically, i'm thinking about it <3

OKAY SO SKY AND LEGEND ARE THE FIRST IN THE TIMELINE NOW, RIGHT? get this—they make time capsules. they write letters to all the dudes, just for kicks, and they're kinda curious to see if any of them will actually reach their intended recipients, even if they'll probably never actually know until their spirits all meet up in the afterlife. not sure what they'll do about the timeline split and also convergence apparently though sfgljhsdgksdfh

hyrule just obliterating the ganon cult. like, we all know it happens, it's fully canon, but that doesn't mean i don't want to see it happen anyway. this is more likely to be art than fic, but i still wanna see it anyway because hyrule should be allowed to go feral more often i think

remember that bit where legend tells wars to not do too good of a job fixing space and time so they can all hang out again? yeah like five to ten years in, the portals all crack open again and the lads get to have like tea and biscuits and a nice chat or whatever. it would be purely crack and For The Memes because the boys all (largely) going back to their respective eras at the end was a Choice Made For Reasons, but also post-LU reunions are fun and this is a post-LU that i can really play around in because i actually know what it looks like and how we got there

okay that's most of them but there's definitely more kicking around my brain that i'm not thinking of right now. i just love the lads okay i gave them their happy ending and now i just wanna play around with it because it's fun :3

thank you for this ask and apologies for the Many Months delay, so i hope this answer manages to make its way to you! take care!!

#squido answers #to isolate spoilers

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yourlocalspid · 12 days

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My brain was like renting about some thing imaging that we might get in about 1000 years from now

Anyways I'm gonna move it out a little

Basically my brain was like that we might have machine things from a certain group of scientists that we supported with money ourselves or something

And the machine is like this cylinder thing that you could put objects inside of

Like there's a door that opens to take something in it

Like you could purchase it and it would like come in different sizes

And they would be more described as objects

Like there would be small food size and big food size or stuff like common household item size that like wouldn't be able to fit a bed and then there would be big household item size that could fit a bed

Something like that

And then the machine itself you could put items inside it that's kind of what I just explained but maybe you forgot

And when the doors closed this screen word like light up with multiple options

But it would like start with animal or humanoid

And if you chose animal then you could choose any animals besides some depending on the size of the machine that you got and then whatever you put in the machine would turn into something similar of such a animal with somewhat similar properties to the actual object itself primarily colors but also textures and other things if possible

Like you could put a lemon or lime in the machine and then you could choose hamster and you could just make a really fluffy green or yellow hamster

For some reason I really just love that idea

Anyways the humanoid options would allow you to make an anthropomorphic (or humanized whatever you want to call it) version of the object you could choose the gender to so you can have more Pacific options

Speaking of options there are two sectors of options

That being advanced options and basic options

Basic options are just really basic options that don't require that much knowledge to use it's basically just a bunch of buttons that you could click for Pacific things no sliders or anything

However advanced options allow more options and sliders and colors if possible

Advanced options could also have user made modifications installed depending on the size some modifications could be really simple like increasing the limit of certain options

Or like just adding entirely new Options however the ones that added new options or new possibilities would cost some space but the ones that raised the limit would not take too much

But there were like certain modifications that you would have to get with the main purchase that make it cost more because of production stuff

I will probably make drawings based off of this

I will probably use some tag for all of them two

I might come back and add some art here to

#idk what im doing #anthropomorphic machine stuff #rant post

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fandomloverangel · 9 months

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Stuck in a Dreamland (Nightmare) - Chapter 1: The Mall

A/N: During a trip to a mall, Eri and Izuku are hit by a kids quirk, and sent to the very far past, back to the dawn of quirks. It is a warzone, full of fighting, violence, and aggression. People with quirks are taken off the streets by the government, and people are scared. This allows for one boogeyman to take advantage of this unrest, and begin building his empire. Eri and Izuku have very few goals in this, to survive in this hellscape as long as they can, to avoid All for One and stay off his radar, and to figure out how to get back home to their time.

Will they succeed? Or will they be stuck in the past, forever?

Please comment opinions, ideas, etc! I have 24 chapters of this planned out, but not written, and I encourage people to take this idea and write! Take this as inspiration, I'd be happy to see more stories like this!

Notes: Because notes at the end of the first chapter don't work for multichaptered fics, I'll just put this here. I am very excited for this story, and I will be posting my current outline as another work, so that if for some reason I lose inspiration, others can see where I was going/what I was planning, and keep writing if they so choose!

This will be bouncing POV, between Izuku and Eri. Also, I will be continuing/expanding this later, it was just upsetting me a little to see no “inspired by” or comments saying they’re writing something on my prompt work (that no longer exists). So I wanted to get it started at minimum, and if for some reason I decide to never continue, then future people have a basis to start from.

^^^ these were my original notes, but i forgot i had them, so i just added them in.

Aizawa-sensei is taking a group of us to the mall! This time, however, I’m forbidden from going off on my own. I have to stay with sensei and Eri-chan the entire time. Which is fine! I love Eri-chan, and Aizawa-sensei is the best teacher that I’ve ever had! But I was really hoping to be able to hang out with Iida and Uraraka and Tsu and Todoroki, though I guess I can do that another day. However, I’m really happy to be able to spend more time with Eri-chan! She really wanted to go into the Sanrio store with me to get a surprise present for Aizawa-sensei, so he scanned the inside before letting me take her in. He deemed there to be no possible way that my Villain-magnetness could possibly affect us without him seeing first, since he’s waiting by the only entrance/exit.

Eri-chan swings our hands as we walk around the store, jumping up and down or bouncing/rocking on her heels every time she sees another cute thing, which is almost every second, since it’s Sanrio. But I don’t mind the tugging on my arm, as long as she’s happy. Her smile takes up her whole face at this point. I didn’t think it could get any bigger, but then she sees Chococat. “Deku-san, Deku-san, look! It’s Mr. Eraserhead!”

She drags us over to the largest one, and points up at it. “Deku-san, can you get it down? That’s gonna be Mr. Eraser’s surprise!”

I can’t help but smile too, she’s just too cute! “Of course, Eri-chan! Hold on to my pocket, okay?” I gently remove her hand from mine and curl it around the edge of my pants pocket. “Can’t have you getting lost on us, can we?”

Eri-chan shakes her head, expression serious. She can only hold the look for a few seconds though, before her face breaks into a huge grin again. I reach up my arms to the 3rd shelf, pushing myself up onto my tiptoes to grab the absolutely massive Chococat plush. It’s almost 2 feet tall, and just as wide! It’s essentially a huge pillow shaped like Chococat. I pass it down to her, wincing at the 40 dollar price tag, turning said tag away from her, just in case. She gasps in a huge happy breath, squeezing it tight. She looks up at me as I take her hand again, and she shifts to try to carry it under her arm, shaking her head at my offered arm to assist her in carrying. “D-deku-san?”

I glance down at her as we continue maneuvering our way through the store. “Yeah? What is it?”

“Can, can I get a Hello Kitty plush too? Not a very big one, it’s just for me.”

I smile gently down at her. “Sure! Do you want a Keychain?”

“A keychain?”

“It just means a plush that has a little clip hook attached to it. It’s so you can put it on a keyring, or bookbag.”

She thinks very intently for a few seconds. “...okay. That sounds nice!”

I smile and turn us towards the register, pointing out the display stand with various sizes and character plush keychains. She picks out a 4-inch Hello Kitty keychain and, after a few seconds of deliberation, grabs a green shirt Pochacco keychain. I tilt my head, knowing that she’s not bold enough yet to grab two for herself, though I wish she was. “Who’s that one for?”

She grins up at me as she replies, “For you, Deku-san! See! He’s got a green shirt like you!”

I grin back down at her, smiling even wider as I see her slight struggle to hold everything. “Why thank you, Eri-chan! I’ll put it on my bookbag as soon as we finish paying!”

She smiles again before asking, “Can you put mine on there too? Until we get back? I don’t want it to be left behind.”

“I don’t think it would be, but of course I can!” As I speak, I gently direct us up to the register, carefully taking the two keychains from her and setting them on the counter, before assisting her in getting the huge plush over the lip of the counter, that’s about as tall as she is. The cashier rings up the three items, and I pass over the money, shifting so the final price is blocked. Official Sanrio is expensive, and I don’t want her to feel guilty at finally being able to ask for things for herself. I take back my card and hand Eri-chan the key chains, before slipping off my bag and kneeling down. Gently, I take her hand and show her how to push the clip open and slip it on my bag. I smile at her, “Now, you do what I did! And if you can’t get it, it’s okay to ask for help!”

She furrows her brows in concentration, focused intently on the clip. While she holds it open, I carefully slip one of my bookbag side straps into it. “You can let go now!”

She does, and then lets go. It stays. “Yeah! We did it, Deku-san!”

I grin, “We did! Great teamwork!”

I hold up my hand in a high-five, and she tilts her head at it. I sweatdrop a little, and lightly take her hand, flattening it out, and then slowly smacking it into mine. “That’s called a high-five, you do it when you did a good job, are just excited, or just because you want to! There’s also a bunch of hand games you can play with different kinds of high-fives, I can show you later.”

She just beams in reply. I smile back, and stand up, swinging my bookbag back on in such a way that it does not hit her. “How about we hold Chococat in between us? And then when we get to Aizawa, I’ll let go so you can give it to him, okay?”

She nods once. I wave to the cashier, thanking her as we head towards the exit. I spot Aizawa, and point him out to Eri-chan, she does a big happy gasp and runs forward, shoving the plush towards him. I follow at a slightly more sedate pace, smiling at her rush of words. “Looklooklookitsabigblackcatlikeyoucauseyoulikecatsandwearblackandhaveblackhairanditsasurprisesosurprise!”

Aizawa-sensei raises his eyebrow slightly at the large plushy suddenly in his hands, “Thanks, Eri-chan.”

He rests his hand on her head for a minute, and she beams. He glances up at me to raise an eyebrow and look back and forth between the plushy and I. He knew we were getting him something, but I don’t think he expected it to be so big. He’s my favourite teacher, and he’s seen my dorm room, so I don’t know why he thought that I would limit her on the account of size of plush. He looks back at Eri-chan again, and gives her a slight smile. “How about the three of us go find somewhere to sit? Unless you have more shopping to do?”

I shake my head, “I already got some more notebooks, and Eri-chan got me a keychain plush, so I’m good to sit and wait.”

Aizawa-sensei grunts, and motions for us to follow as he pushes off of where he was leaning on the wall. He shifts the plush under one arm, and holds his hand out for Eri-chan in the other. She takes it, and then does the same for me. The three of us head to the escalators, Eri-chan still in between us. We step off at the bottom, and move towards the tables of the food court, sitting down for a few minutes in a comfortable silence. I look around, and spot somewhere that’s selling cookies, and turn back to Aizawa-sensei. “Could I take Eri-chan to the cookie store? We’ll grab you one too!”

He huffs, “That’s not necessary. But yes, you can, as long as I can still see you.”

I beam, “Thanks, Aizawa-sensei!”

I turn to Eri, “Do you want to go and get a cookie? It’s at the store over there, across from Aizawa-sensei.”

She looks up at Aizawa-sensei, who nods, and then back at me, mimicking the nod he gave her. “Yes, please.”

I stand up with my bag, and hold out my hand to Eri-chan. We begin making our way over, maneuvering through the crowds. I glance back at Aizawa-sensei to see him still watching us, only to see his face shift to panic as a kid bumps into us, and a bright light begins to shine in front of us. My eyes widen as I tighten my grip on Eri-chan’s hand, feeling an unnatural wind whipping around us while we lift slightly off the ground. It’s not Uraraka, so it has to have been a part of the kid’s quirk. The world blurs around us, and a few nauseating seconds later, we hit the ground again, stumbling slightly. I straighten up, immediately on guard. However, it turns out to be unnecessary, as our surroundings have completely changed, and there’s nothing around but dilapidated buildings and overgrown weeds.

I turn in a circle, shifting my grip on Eri’s hand while I do, so I don’t have to let go. I come back around to the original direction we landed in, facing an old convenience store. “...Eri-chan, are you okay? No injuries?”

I kneel down facing her, patting her down to make sure. “No, no injuries.”

I knit my eyebrows together as I frown, “Then, where are we? This isn’t the mall, and it’s not familiar. We should find someone to ask or a map, and some shelter, I don’t want to be outside when it gets dark later, especially not in an unfamiliar place.”

Eri-chan looks up at me. “How come?”

I smile, “Well, since I’ve never been here before, it’s not safe until we know where we are or how long it took to get here. We don’t want to accidentally bother someone and start a fight, do we?”

She shakes her head solemnly. “No.”

Sighing, I look around again, standing up from my crouched position. I take Eri’s hand, and point to a tall building with a partially destroyed wall. “Let’s head there, and see what we can find, okay?”

She nods. “Okay.”

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