#also another girl ate a worm

[imagines--galore]

resquest? as teenagers, peter parker and reader agree to marry if neither have by their 30th birthday.

follow peter as he attempts to sabotage every relationship reader has till then.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. Fluff. None. A/N: I live for jealous Peter Parker :3 Also Anon didn't specify which Peter Parker so I kinda went with the MCU one! Hope thats alright!!!

Since the beginning of college you and Peter had just clicked. You had been drawn towards his slightly quirky persona. Honestly, when you had met him, you thought he looked like someone had kicked his puppy.

Though when he told you the real reason behind his external aura, loosing his mentor, his aunt dying, your heart went out to him. And later when you discovered he was Spiderman and learned how a spell had caused the world to forget who he was, you were surprised he hadn't shut himself away in a dark room and wallowed in self-pity.

That's what you would've done.

Yet, despite the loss, he wanted to go on with his life, and save people as well. And that only made you admire him more. So you attached yourself to Peter. At every turn, you made it your goal to make him smile or laugh whenever you had the chance. Slowly, very slowly, he seemed to be coming out of his bubble. At least he smiled more, and you made sure he ate and slept properly. And since the both of you shared a lot of classes together, you would help him with his work when he had to go off and be Spiderman.

The pact you two made, had been a result of a date that had stood you up saying he had a test to study for, only for you to catch him, moments later, sucking faces with another girl. You had only been dating for a month or so, but still it did hurt.

Besides you always looked for a reason to get yourself and Peter a little tipsy. You would mostly stay inside your rooms, and just get into drunken shenanigans that neither of you could remember the next day. It had only happened twice now, neither of you were alcoholics.

At the time of the pact, the two of you were only slightly drunk, smiling dopely at one another, and giggling at even the smallest thing.

Your words took him by surprise as you looked at one another. You held out your hand so you two could shake on it, but he shook his head.

"Nope, this requires proof." He warbled, getting to his feet as he went in search of his phone. He almost tripped en route, over his own feet. God, you were both such lightweights.

Once he got his phone, which you later realized was actually yours, he began to record. The camera was shaky and unsteady as he pointed it at you. You sat up, putting on your most serious face. Or as serious as you could get given your tipsy state.

"I, Y/n Y/l/n, promise to marry Peter Parker, if neither of us are married by the time we're thirty."

Once done, Peter turned the camera and raised a hand in the air as if he were swearing an oath.

"I, Peter Parker, promise to marry Y/n Y/l/n, if neither of us are married by the time we're thirty."

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That was nearly five years ago, and now, having graduated college and already in the second year of your job, you watched the video with a nostalgic smile playing across your lips.

The two of you looked so young, then again at 18 years of age you definitely were. And the pact. Such an adorable thing to do when you were both sure neither of you would end up with anyone.

Though, that was still the case, given how you were still single as was Peter.

Once you graduated college, the two of you had decided it would be better to move in together. It was a good decision economically, and also because neither of you wanted to meet new people and open your respective can of worms.

Peter had no desire to share his secret with anyone else, and you had readily agreed to his suggestion on moving in. Though your motive had been slightly selfish, given the knowledge of anyone else knowing about Peter being Spiderman caused a little green monster to rear it's ugly head in your heart.

As you waited for Peter to get back home, you couldn't help but wander why none of your college relationships had worked out. And neither had Peter's for that matter.

Your mind drifted to your encounter with a coworker. You had had a few good moments where you flirted with him over a couple of weeks, and it had the potential to turn into something. But the day after you told Peter about it, you had gone to the office, only to be confronted by your would-be boyfriend.

He showed you a chain of texts, claiming you were off-limits and that you already had a boyfriend. You were confused at first, but then you recognized the number from which the messages had been sent, and you felt the color drain from your face. You had apologized to your co-worker, explaining it was your roommate's idea of a joke, but he seemed to think otherwise.

You had spent a long part of your work day simply thinking.

And now that you made an effort to think, you began to recall how every boy you had shown an interest in would suddenly start to distance themselves from you. It was college, so you figured no one wanted anything serious. But as the months went on and no boy seemed to take you seriously you had given up.

Maybe they all had someone threatening them as well?

Had Peter scared all those boys off? But why? Maybe he thought they weren't good enough for her?

Then again, the girls he had gone out with had all been wrong for him. Every last one of them. You ground your teeth as you thought about them, a frown creasing your forehead as you began to fix yourself a sandwich.

Whatever it was, you planned to confront Peter once he came back from patrol.

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You had only begun to spread your favorite condiment on the piece of bread, when you heard the sound of something, or rather someone landing on the roof. Your apartment was on the top floor, so that Peter could easily enter through the skylight, which he now did, dropping into the middle of the living room in view of the adjacent kitchen.

"Sandwich?" You asked without missing a beat as he removed his mask. He gave a sound of affirmation before walking towards the fridge to grab a water bottle. Once he had chugged the entire thing, he turned his attention towards you.

"I think I may have caused a couple to get engaged today." He said, looking through the cupboards as he hunted for something to snack on. You let out a small laugh. "And how did you make that happen?" You asked, starting to make a sandwich for him as well.

"Well I was chasing this pick-pocket and I found the ring he had stolen from the guy's pocket. I took it back and handed it to him in front of his girlfriend. I mean yeah she said yes and everything, but the guy was a little disappointed. Said he had a whole thing planned." You gave a small laugh. "Yeah but think about the story they'll tell people. That Spiderman brought her ring to her. Can't top that."

Done making his sandwich, you nudged the plate towards him as you moved to sit on the small dining table. It only had two chairs since you rarely had guests over. He took the other chair, and began to eat before he had even sat down.

"Peter? Remember that co-worker I was telling you about?" You asked, glancing up at him to gauge his reaction. He paused in between his bite, before shrugging.

"Vaguely." Oh he was lying, you could tell.

"Yeah he came to me today and showed me these texts. And they said that I already have a boyfriend when I clearly don't." You set down your sandwich to look at him. He began to fidget in his seat, a telltale sign that he was nervous. "And the funny thing was they all came from a very very familiar phone number." You fixed him with a look. "And I wandered if you knew anything about that."

You weren't angry, more confused as to why Peter would do that. He stared at you, lips parted. "Y-you honestly haven't figured out why I did it?" He asked, his tone disbelieving as he too stopped eating his sandwich. You shrugged. "Its the reason I'm asking isn't it?"

Peter pursed his lips before speaking. "Its because of the same reason you don't let a girl speak more then ten words to me." You frowned. "Girls talk to you plenty Peter." You said with a roll of your eyes, leaning back against the back of your chair as you did. "And what reason? Honestly you're not making any sense."

Peter blinked. "You honestly don't know?" You shrugged again and shook your head.

A long stretch of silence followed, in which the two of you continued to stare at one another. Though Peter's gaze was much more intense then you had ever seen. And despite your best efforts, you could feel the heat of a blush creeping along your skin.

A sound of a chair scraping against the floor, followed by two determined strides which brought Peter directly in front of you. With one hand on the table, and the other tenderly holding your chin with the finger and thumb, Peter leaned down to kiss you.

Your breath hitched, your heart raced, your brain turned to mush, your eyes widened, your body stiffened and your blood ran hot.

Just as quickly as the kiss had begun it ended, with Peter leaning back and smiling at you. "That's why." With a brief brush of his thumb against your lower lip he was gone, leaving you with a racing heart, conflicting emotions and a realization.

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A little while later you stood in front of his bedroom door, contemplating on whether you should knock or not.

Though that decision was lost to you once the door opened and there stood Peter. He paused at the threshold, probably not expecting you there.

The two of you were silent as you stared at one another. Suddenly you were looking at him in a new light. A light where every action every word and every gesture he had done in the past had had an underlying meaning behind it.

"Is there something there? Peter?" You asked, sounding a little unsure. He looked just as uncertain as you felt as he gave a small nod.

"There can be. If you want there to be." He added, leaving the entire decision up to you. Your heart raced and you gripped your hands. A shuddering breath fell from your lips before you closed your eyes. Gathering every ounce of strength that you had, you opened your eyes to meet his hopeful gaze.

"I do want something to be......there." His answering smile was wide and bright as he yanked you into a hug. You returned it with just as much emotion, burying your face in his neck and just inhaling his familiar scent.

"Though it might mean we'll have to honor the pact we made, since I won't ever be letting you go." You said against his skin, prompting him to laugh.

"There is no other place I'd rather be then by your side, Y/n." His words caused a pleased smile and a bright blush to stain your cheeks as you pulled back to give his chest a small smack.

"Don't go turning into a sap for me Peter."

"What? I'm not allowed to voice my undying devotion to you?"

"No! Peter just no!"

"I have defended your honor for so long, My Lady! And I shall die defending it."

"Get a grip Parker!"

"You wound me, Beloved."

"Stop it!"

He laughed as he foiled your attempt at escaping by wrapping an arm around your waist, and with a hand behind your head, he allowed your lips to align with his.

"Never!" He whispered, his breath hot against your sensitive lips. Your only reply was to close the distance left between the two of you, sealing your pact once again.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #mcu #mcu peter parker #spiderman x reader #spiderman x y/n

[j4gm]

SPOILERS!!! REFERENCES AND EASTER EGGS IN F&C ep. 3: Cake the Cat

The dungeon that Finn and Jake are crawling in the opening scene looks very similar to the Temple of Thorogon from an unproduced episode that would have been part of season one of the original show. Spotted by @digamma-f-wau.

This is the Finn and Jake we saw in the trailer! They are indeed from an alternate universe where Jake survived.

Minerva makes a cameo. She arrived in Ooo during the montage in the finale of the original series.

This is the two-headed duck from the original show's title sequence.

This is the butterfly from the credits of Simon Petrikov, the second episode, where it was resting on the mask of the bear that Finn slew.

The non-flying squirrel and the other animals who try to kidnap him and bring him back to their cult are from Up a Tree. Finn also ate the same kind of cursed apple in that episode as Cake.

The Ice Thingdom already looks a lot like it does in the 1000+ scenes.

These kinds of universal translators were first seen in My Two Favorite People. This one has more voices and seems more advanced, but the three voices from that episode can briefly be heard; demon, alien, and old man.

There are lots of returning species in the market scene; hot dog knights, soft people, wood people, rock people, spiky people, slime people, cuties, berry people, goblins, cloud people, and several of the characters from Memories of Boom Boom Mountain. The girl playing the guitar is Rainy from the episode Another Way and it's possible the tree stump playing the woodblock is meant to be the one from that same episode.

There's a worm here who appears for like five frames and looks like Shelby.

I'm not sure why the hot dog knight got Prismo-teleported away.

Astrid mentions she was born in the new human city, which means she is twelve or younger, and means it didn't take long for the city to be constructed after the humans arrived in Ooo.

The dream in this episode's credits is a truck full of apples with a wheel missing. I wonder if these mean anything.

#adventure time #fionna and cake #easter egg posts

[silassinclair]

Michael's Girl PT. 3 \\ PolyLostBoys + Michael x Reader

Summary: You're put to the test by David to see if you are truly worthy of being a vampire. And you witness a horror you could never imagine. CW: Blood, Gore, Vampires being Vampires

Previous Part <- 🖤 -> Next Part

Tonight was a night of celebration. Music blasted from Paul's boombox, Dwayne was doing skate tricks around the fountain, and Marko had returned with some food.

"Chinese again? Seriously? You better not be do what I think you're gonna do David." Michael said and looked over at the leader with an annoyed look.

David only shrugged. "What Michael? Worried your little girlfriend really isn't up for it?"

Michael glared at the blonde. Meanwhile you looked back and forth at the two in confusion. What exactly did David do to Michael? Your boyfriend didn't go into specifics with his whole vampire transformation process but you assumed it wasn't fun.

"She'll take whatever you throw at her, trust me. She's tougher than she looks. Brave too." Michael smiled pridefully and kissed your head.

David looks you in the eyes as he ushers for Marko to come forward with the food. "I can tell Michael. After all she did walk into a vampires den knowing full well the dangers of it all. She'll fit into our pack perfectly if she can pass my tests."

Marko handed everyone a white box carton of rice and noodles. While Michael ate his noodles with a fork you used chopsticks like David.

"So Y/n, how do those worms taste huh?"

The girl looked down at her open box of noodles, or rather, wiggling earth worms. She felt like she wanted to gag, she just ate one! But it didn't taste like worms, it still tasted like noodles. This had to be some kind of trick, most likely why Michael looked bothered when Marko brought back Chinese food.

You look up at David with a smirk of your own. "They taste divine David."

Vampires were still a mystery to you. But you assumed that some vampires had special abilities. Meaning that this was most likely an illusion created by David to scare you. However it didn't work, you saw right through it.

Taking another bite of the "worms" Paul and Dwayne started laughing.

"Damn! Tough chick dude. She didn't even gag. Unlike our buddy Mikey here, remember the first time David fucked with your head and made you think you were eating maggots? You coughed that shit up so quick!" Paul said while pointing his fork at Michael. Michael only rolled his eyes.

"Shut up. I didn't know alright?"

David smiles as he continues to eat his food. “You got guts girlie. You passed my first test. It’ll only get more difficult from here on…”

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This week has been absolute INSANITY for me. First David makes me hang off the bottom of a bridge while a train comes by and I FALL but luckily he catches me, and second… Well second is about to happen soon I think.

I’m holding onto Michael while he follows along with the rest of the boys on their bikes. No one told me where we were going but only that this was one of the final tests. And I was nervous. Eventually we reach a clearing in the woods ways outside of the boardwalk. A giant bonfire is lit and surf nazi punks are dancing around the giant flames as a boombox plays music.

The boys and Michael get off their bikes and climb up a tree to scout out the surf nazis.

Less fluidly and easily as them I also climb up the tree. Dwayne sees me struggle and takes my hand to help pull me up the rest of the way.

“Thanks..” I mutter. He only nods.

I feel Michael's hands grab my hips and he helps move me so I sit next to him on a large branch. The other boys stand menacingly, their eyes glow in as they look at the flames of the bonfire the surf nazis dance around.

"What are we doing here?" I ask. Michael gives me a sympathetic look and I know that something bad is about to happen.

"This is your second to final test." David says with his signature sly smirk. "Let's see if you can handle what you're about to witness."

"After all-" Paul cuts in, "This is gonna be your everyday life. So don't get queasy on us okay dolly?"

I nod nervously. The tension grows tight around me. The five boy's auras have changed, I can feel it. Something is different. I look up worriedly at Michael only to gasp slightly when I see his vampiric face again. I look around at the others, all of their features sharp, eyes yellow, and teeth pointed.

They were gonna eat these people.

Right in front of me.

"Let's go boys!" David hollers and in the blink of an eye all five of them swoop down and pounce on their victims. Blood flies, flesh rips, heads roll. The scene was absolutely vile. The boys ate like animals, they didn't hesitate to rip limbs and let the blood fly. Michael however ate more neatly, for my sake most likely. Frozen I was, perched up on the branch where I sat.

My mind felt blank. Watching people of my own species get torn apart by pure predators. Human kind was the top of the food chain, but tonight proved to me otherwise.

When every nazi was dead all the boys but Michael cheered. Blood covered their clothes and gore and bones scattered about. My heart was racing and I knew they could hear it. It thumped like a battle drum, and I was ready to surrender that battle and run away. My legs had a mind of their own and screamed at me to run. Run away from the danger.

But my mind knew better. If I ran now then I would fail. And if I fail then I fail Michael and our relationship. I can't back down now, not after all I went through.

I hop down from the tree and approach Michael. My legs shake for every step I take closer to where the massacre occurred. I feel the crunch of bone snap under my shoe and I flinch.

"Y/n are you okay?" Michael asks worriedly. His face was morphed back to his human one, but blood was still smeared across his lips and the hands that held me.

My mind felt like it was floating away, but Michael caught it and brought it back to me with a kiss to my cheek. Snapping out of it I shakily reply, "I-I'm fine... After all this is what I'm gonna see for the rest of eternity right? So I better get used to it." I laugh light heartily.

"The sound of your heartbeat says otherwise." David says. He stands behind me with his three brothers beside him. Their hair is disheveled and even more blood coats their clothing and skin.

Michael gently holds me to him, his arms around me protectively hugging me to his waist. "She passed the test David, she didn't scream or run off. And it's only natural for her to be afraid, so give it a damn break."

"Oooo" Marko giggles, "Mikey's defending his girl. We've never seen you so ticked off before."

Paul and Dwayne laugh too but are silenced by David. "He's right. She passed, but let's see if she'll change her mind after seeing what she saw tonight."

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You couldn't sleep. Even with Michael holding you protectively under the covers you still couldn't sleep. How could you? Every time you closed your eyes you heard the screams of men and saw their parts ooze and fly. Flashes of the boys and their vampiric faces, their teeth sinking into the flesh of human beings.

"Baby..." Michael said tiredly. His rough hands rubbed up and down your bare arm. "Your heartbeat is loud... What's wrong?" Michael says as he rubs the sleep form his eyes.

"What do you mean 'what is it?'" You say with a firm frown. "I saw people die tonight Michael. I know I shouldn't be fazed by it but I am! I'm scared!"

Your boyfriend leans up and tries to look at your face, but you're turned away.

"Please look at me baby. Don't turn your back to me now. Especially not now."

You turn around to face him and he softens. You've been crying. Red swollen eyes and puffy cheeks.

"Don't tell yourself that you have to not feel fazed. Because it's your human instinct telling you something is wrong, and that's okay. Let yourself be scared, let yourself cry, I'll be here for you the whole way through okay?"

Letting out a shaken breath you let yourself crumble against Michael's bear chest. Broken hiccups and sobs escape your lips and Michael combs his fingers through your hair.

"Shhh shhh shhh, it's okay baby. You're gonna be okay. I know you're scared, I understand because I've been there too. But it won't be so bad, I won't leave your side okay?"

You nod against Michael's chest, not wanting to be even a millimeter apart from him.

"I know I can do this Michael... But I don't have it in me to take someone's life."

Michael thinks for a moment. Until he calms your nerves by gently petting your head. "I think I have a temporary solution." Michael says.

"Like what?"

"Well, what if for the first weeks that you're a vampire, I'll make the kills for you? All you have to do is eat what I kill. You can do that right?"

"Uhm." You think for a moment. Eating people was okay to you if you were a vampire, that part didn’t gross you out like you expected it would. Just the killing factor frightened you.

“That’ll work.” You respond with a hesitant smile. “But will David be okay with that?”

Michael rolls his eyes. “Screw David. If my girl wants to take it slow and easy for her first weeks of being a vampire then she can. David can go crawl in his cave and pout all he wants for all I care.” His hands caress your face, fingertips gliding along all his favorite features.

You place a kiss to his fingers when they glide across your lips. “Thank you Michael. What would I do without you?”

He only smiles and brings your face forward for a warm kiss.

You woke up not to the sun, but instead sunset. Michael also rose and stretched with a yawn.

“Hey baby, sunrise and shine.” He says with a corny grin.

Instead of getting up like your boyfriend you hide under his bedsheets. “I’m never gonna get used to your vampire schedule.”

He laughs lightly and kisses your hair that peeks from the top of your sheets. “That’s what I thought at first, but soon enough you’ll adjust just fine. Now come on baby, we gotta go to the cave and meet the guys to see if you’re ready to drink from the bottle.”

You assumed the bottle he was talking about was the bottle of blood he was tricked into drinking.

"So it really is blood huh?" You say and poke your head out through the bundle of blankets you took sanctuary under.

Giving you a sad smile Michael embraces you through the bundle of blankets you're under, making you get warm fast.

"Mhm. Yeah it's true sweetheart. But it isn't so bad. Maybe you can take a hit off of Paul's blunt to make it not as bad? That's what I did at least." Michael grins cockily as he rocks you back and forth.

"Michaeeelll" You whine, "I'm still nervous."

In one sudden motion he rips the blankets off of you making you scream and curl in on yourself to keep whatever warmth you still have inside. Suddenly your boyfriend huffs and picks you up with his strength.

"Michael stop it! Put me down you big stud!" Though you're smacking him to put you down your laughter counters your physical attacks on him.

"No can do baby, gotta shake the nerves outta you."

Michael then holds you like a bride and rocks you back and forth like a baby, making you blush embarrassingly bright.

"Okay okay stop rocking me! I'm not a baby you buffoon!" You start to flail around more in his arms making him grunt and plop you down onto the bed.

Michael gives you his million dollar smile and quietly asks, "You feeling better now?"

Sitting on your knees you sit up and press a soft kiss to Michael's chin. "Yeah, you're little therapy worked surprisingly. I'm surprised I didn't get motion sick!"

Michael rolls his eyes and grabs your hands to help you off the bed in one swift swoop.

"Well what are we waiting for? Let's get you turned babe."

(sorry this was short yall. Kinda rushed and I wanted to get David's silly shenanigans out of the way. Not proof read btw.)

#the lost boys x reader #poly lost boys x reader #poly!lost boys x reader #michael emerson x reader #michael emerson #david the lost boys #paul the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #marko the lost boys #the lost boys

[atundratoadstool]

Why do you think the Count continues to keep Jonathan alive?

I think that's a question that each reader can tangle with in their own way. From a Doylist perspective, I will take a moment to dunk on my boy Bram and say that Stoker really wasn't great with the logical connections that underpin a lot of his novels. Lady of the Shroud and Lady Athylne are filled with all sorts of weird narrative hoops to allow the heroes and their love interests to end up scandalously sleeping in the same room or being vaguely naked around one another. The Lair of the White Worm very much just has people randomly concluding that giant white worms and evil kites are at the heart of their problems. On a basic level, Jonathan is kept alive because Stoker wants spooky things to keep happening to him.

Given that, I think one can argue that the Count is invested in keeping Jonathan around until he leaves for the sake of not blowing his cover. It would be unsurprising if there were some sort of convoluted Stoker logic dictating that--despite having a massive, remote evil castle where he can safely spirit away the local populace's babies--the Count has decided that something would register as suspicious if he and the girls ate his solicitor prematurely. I think, however, that you can also argue that he holds some fascination with Jonathan or with Jonathan's mortality--that he likes having a flesh and blood human being to tell his war stories to. One might alternatively consider that he is a predator and that this is all an exercise in sadism: that he enjoys playing with his food. Metaphorically, I think it's also fascinating to look at how the Count strives to take on Jonathan's attributes: his Englishness, his clothing, and a few aspects we'll encounter later on. There's a slow sort of replacement going on that I don't think would hit the same if Jonathan was killed earlier in the story.

#Bram Stoker #Dracula #Dracula Daily #The Count #Jonathan Harker #vampires #Dracula Daily asks

[girl8890]

Suga | Coffee Date

word count: 3k

Summary: Yoongi never expected to find the girl of his dreams in a coffee shop. Especially when one glimpse at her has him face planting into a wall… yeah, awkward.

Pairing: non-idol!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: first dates, meet cute, fluff!

Rating: T

Warnings: a lot of fluff, burning (from coffee), awkward moments, second hand embarrassment, Yoongi pining, one curse word

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Finding love was never on Yoongi’s radar. He preferred his simple life of reading books at small cafés, and working his 9 to 5 job. Nothing too complicated like love seemed to always be in his books. That’s why he never tried looking, to his parents dismay.

Every blind date that anyone set him up with ended in failure - especially the ones his parents set him up on. And Yoongi continued not to look. Keeping his nose buried in his books, and only leaving his napping nest - his house - to get some fresh air. Air filled with the smells of coffee and fresh baked goods, that is.

His favorite café was one down the street from him called Minnie’s Muffins. It was a play on words because the owners name was legit Minnie, and she especially loved baking muffins. Nothing about the Disney character here, in fact, he’s learned through his many trips to this café that the owner hates Disney. Yoongi never really cared for the company either, but anyway, he liked going to that café because it was almost a hole in the wall place.

It was very rare that another person besides him would come into the café. He’s actually surprised how this place stayed open, but after a brief conversation with Minnie, he learned that most of the money comes from her husband. Best decision she ever made: marrying rich.

And that’s where he decided to go at 10am. He woke up a little early on his day off, picked out a book he hasn’t opened up yet, grabbed his wallet, then set out to walk to the store. It was a pretty sunny day. Not a cloud in the sky, but the wind was pretty strong. Him having to watch his own balance when he walked up the slightly steep hill while getting to the café.

The second he walked through those blue doors of the café, the smell of blueberry muffins hit his nose. He breathed in the wonderful smell of backed good, and let the doors slip through his fingers to close as he furthered into the café he loved so much.

As always, there was nobody there, but Minnie and her own worker that never seemed like he wanted to be there in the first place. Kyle is his name… Or maybe Keith? Yoongi isn’t sure, and he’s probably not going to last long enough for him to have to care. The person in question is still on their phone at the register even after Yoongi entered the store.

Yoongi doesn’t care who takes his order, or even if the guy’s on his phone, though. As long as he gets his usual order of black coffee, then he’s fine with any situation.

He walks up to the counter, waving at Minnie who just walked out of the back to throw some cookies in the baked goods display case. She was about to open her mouth to greet him, but then she sees her employee still on his phone with Yoongi in front him and she frowns.

“Koby-“ so that’s his name “-we have a customer! For the last flippin time… GET OFF YOUR PHONE!” Yeah… Minnie can be scary sometimes, but I guess the teenage employee is emotionless to her request like Yoongi also is watching this interaction.

The kid finally looks up from his phone, looks at Minnie, then looks at me. He looks back at Minnie to say to her an unapologetic, “Sorry,” then looks back at me. “What can I get you?”

“One coffee. Black, please.”

“He’ll also have a one of our new muffins!” Minnie says while putting the cookies in the case, not picking her head up as she speak.

Yoongi rolls his eyes but slightly smiles too. This is how it always goes with Minnie and him. He asks for only coffee, and she somehow worms him into buying a baked good every time.

“I’m okay, Min. I ate something before I got here.”

Minnie picks her head up from the display cases opening, wipes sweat from her forehead, then looks over at Yoongi with a pout. “But I just made them! I promise you’ll like them. There tangerine flavored.”

Yoongi goes to say no, but then he thinks about the flavor. Huh, never knew that could be a flavor for a muffin. “Okay, then one muffin please.”

Minnie pumps her fist in a way of saying, Yes! The kid types Yoongi’s order into the register, writes something down on a foam cup, then looks to Yoongi to read off the total. “That will be 10 dollars.”

Yoongi rests his book on the counter as he takes out his wallet in his back pocket. Handing the kid a ten dollar bill, and shaking his head when he tries to give Yoongi a receipt.

After Minnie hands him the muffin, he goes to sit in his usual spot while he waits for his coffee to be made. It’s the only spot in the restaurant that’s separated by a wall, but also has one of those big windows next to it. Yoongi sits down, back facing the wall, and puts his book and muffin down on the table.

He opens his book titled Spanish Daughter, and nibbles on his muffin as he reads. Loving the slight taste of tangerine the muffin has to it. He doesn’t even realize he got through a full chapter before the kid at the counter calls out his order. So, Yoongi uses a bookmark to hold his spot (because he’s not a creodont and folds the corner) then goes to pick up his coffee at the pick up counter. Right when he walks up to the counter, he hears the door of the café open and close behind him.

He raises an eyebrow to himself, surprised another customer has come into the café for once while he was there. Paying it no mind, he picks up his coffee and tries to ignore the person that just walked in. Hopefully it’s not a overaly talkative person. He hates when they always want-

As soon as Yoongi turns around, his entire world is tipped over. The second his eyes look over at you, it’s like everything else has disappeared. There’s somehow a romantic song playing inside his head, and even though his feet are still moving he can’t take his eyes off you.

For the first time in a long time, maybe even his entire life, Yoongi is captivated by a women he doesn’t even know. From the way your hair falls down your back, to the way you scrunch your eyebrows together as you look up at the menu. For the first time in his life, he wants to find out what’s in a person head and every single thing you’re thinking about behind those beautiful clear eyes of yours.

His eyes roam your figure, starting from the cute way you cross your ankles even though you’re standing, up to your exposed shoulders in your spaghetti strapped sunflower dress. He’s never found shoulders attractive before, but right now he’s thinking-

The first thing Yoongi feels is the smack to the face from a hard surface, and the next thing he feels is a high burning sensation on his chest through his shirt. He yells out a “Ack,” and takes his eyes off you to see what he’s just hit into, and realizes he was so captivated by you that he actually hit into an actually wall!

He turns and sees everyone in the café is staring at him, even the kid that was just looking down at his phone a moment ago is raising an eyebrow at him in confusion. Minnie is looking at Yoongi equally confused, and you look at him neutrally with a hint of concern.

“Are you okay?” You ask as you walk over to him, digging into your purse for some spare napkins to give him.

Yoongi’s ears heat up at this embarrassing situation. First, he can’t believe that he just walked into a wall because of you. And second, his chest is now really starting to hurt. Either from the burn the coffee is giving him or because you just walked up to talk to him.

Not knowing what to say, Yoongi just lets his mouth open and words that aren’t real words flow out, “I - yeah - jamba do pretty.”

He thinks he meant to say, you’re really pretty, but is did not sound anything like that. Making his red ears turn into a red neck to match now because of his own furthering of embarrassment.

You raise an eyebrow at the guy in front of you, not understanding a word he just said. “Huh?”

“I-I mean…” He breaths in, trying not to further embarrass himself. “I mean, I’m okay. Thank you.”

You then smile at him, hand him the napkins to clean himself off, and walk away. All the while Yoongi is staring at your back and watching. It’s not until Minnie’s jaw drops from behind the counter, and Yoongi sees her in the corner of his eye, that he wakes up from the trance you put him in.

Minnie mouths to him, Oh my god. To which Yoongi just rolls his eyes and shakes his head. With one last long glance your way, he turns around to head to the bathroom at the back of the store, so he can wash off the coffee that’s undoubtedly stained his shirt and has broken his pride.

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By the time Yoongi exits the bathroom, the coffee stain has somewhat gotten out of his shirt, but the shame of it all still linger. He sees you at the table near his, not the one near the wall that Koby is now cleaning up, but the one next to his. You have your own book and coffee in hand, leaning against the back of your chair.

His lips part when he spots you, watching you take a sip of your coffee, and he’s still unable to wrap his head around how someone as beautiful as you exists in this world. 

He doesn’t stop looking at you until a foam cup is wiggled in front of his face. A smirking Minnie holding that cup of coffee that she remade for him in hand. Yoongi’s eyes widen for a second in surprise, then he thanks her for remaking his coffee as he takes it from her hands.

“You know, you could just go talk to her,” Minnie suggests.

Yoongi’s eyes go wide again, but this time more because he’s freaking out by her suggestion. Him and girls don’t mix. In fact, he prefers those two equations to stay far away from each other. He doesn’t know the first thing about girls, never mind talking to one!

“Absolutely not,” Yoongi hisses at Minnie, grasping his coffee a little to hard and making it spill. Yoongi relaxes his hand, not wanting to make a part 2 of the spill saga that happened before.

“Wo there, Yoons. Didn’t mean to upset you,” Minnie is looking at Yoongi a little different now. She’s never seen him this flustered before, and in a way… it’s kind of endearing. Besides his books and small conversations about movies that him and Minnie talk about, she doesn’t know what his dating life is like. Or anything else about his life, actually. She cares about him, though, and wants to see him happy. And right now, the girl that ordered a mocha late with skim milk seems to be making Yoongi’s heart do somersaults of happiness. “Just go sit down, and compliment her on her dress or something. You don’t need to ask for her number or anything.”

Yoongi’s continues to glower at her next suggestion, but it’s not a bad one. He’s not in high school anymore, he’s almost in his thirties. He should be able to talk to a girl.

“Okay, fine. Yeah, I got this.”

“That my boy,” Minnie says and then pats him on the back. She then goes back behind the counter, readying a muffin to eat while she watches her friend and favorite customer begin his own love story in her café.

Yoongi takes a deep breathe, then walks back over to his seat. You’re literally in the set of table and chairs right next to him, obviously opting for it since he took the best seat, reading your book without a care of him being there. He sets his new cup of coffee down, and slides into his seat, trying his best not to look over at you to long and look like a creep.

He watches you take another sip of your coffee that looks a little more fancy then his now that he sees it up close, and he swallows past the lump in his throat. He takes this moment to look at the book your reading, and he’s surprised to see you’re reading a book he’s already read and enjoyed.

“Skin of The Sea is a good one,” He states. Mentally patting himself on the back for not stuttering like an idiot this time.

You look at the guy that smashed into the wall before over your plastic cup when he obviously is talking to you, and then set the cup done. “Ah, yeah! I like fictional books like this.” You glance down and see the book Yoongi is reading in front of him. “Haven’t read that one yet,” You say pointing to his book. “Any good?”

Yoongi glances down at his book, completely forgetting he even went to this café in the first place to read it. “Ugh - yeah! I only just started it, though, but seems good.”

You nod your head in understanding. “That’s coolio.”

Yoongi then watches as you pick your book back up after a few seconds of silence stretches between the two of you. Clearly you thinking your conversation has ended there, and he just wanted to give a comment on your book. Yoongi did the compliment thing, but now he doesn’t know what to say next! Minnie should have couched him more. Or maybe Yoongi should have paid attention more when his high school friends talked about flirting with girls. Either way, he didn’t know what to say.

He opted for opening up his book, so he didn’t look like a creep by just staring at you again, and then started thinking up ways of what to talk to you about.

He didn’t flip a single page of his book for the next hour. It wasn’t until you started packing up your stuff, bookmarking your page in the book (10+ points for you in Yoongi’s book), that he decided to say something else.

“T-thank you… for the napkins before.”

Thank you for the napkins before? Really Yoons? Both Yoongi and Minnie thought at the the same time.

You look down at wall smasher guy - a nickname you gave him in your head - and sent him a small smile. “It was no problem. I hope you’re okay, though”

Yoongi nods his head a little to enthusiastically, excited that you’re actually furthering the conversation. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine. My head was just in the clouds, I guess.”

Yoongi tries to play it off, but even to his own ears his excuse was stupid. You bought it, though, as you lean against the table you were once sitting at. Understanding completely what he’s saying, and also understanding that this conversation is going to take a minute. “I get that. Sometimes I don’t even realize my mind wonders sometimes.”

He watches the balls of your cheeks heat up, embarrassed by what you just admitted. Yoongi, on the other hand, finds your confession and the blush completely adorable.

“No - yeah - definitely…”

As you can tell, Yoongi is great at this… Not!

You fold your lips within each other, trying to also think of something else to say. Before you can think about something else to say to wall smasher guy, you hear your alarm on your phone go off. You take it out of your pocket and switch it off, pocketing your phone again right after.

“Hey, um - I got to get going. I have class in thirty minutes, so…”

Yoongi nods his head in understanding, but he can’t help his sadnesses that passes over his expression from hearing you have to leave. “No problem. Have a good class.”

You smile at him, then begin your retreat out the door. It’s just what you’re about to push the front door open, that you pause for a second. The guy is cute, and it’s clear that he’s interested in you too. You both are clearly book worms and a little awkward in conversations. And, if your suspicions are correct, he’s probably even a advocate coffee drinker like you. Already so much in common, and you can’t think of one other time a guy has stuttered over you!

You look down at your coffee that’s half way gone, and use it as an excuse to go back over to him. Throwing away the plastic cup in the process and staring down at a surprised Yoongi with confidence.

“My names Y/n, by the way. I-in case you were wondering.”

Clearly your good at the conversation thing too… again not! 

Yoongi smiles a little when he hears your stutter, a little glad he’s not the only one flustered in this situation. “My names Yoongi, but most people call me Yoons.”

“I’ll stick with wall smasher,” You giggle out, but your cheeks still heat up even though what you said was clearly a joke.

Yoongi face palms at the joke, though. Getting embarrassed by the whole ordeal all over again. Without taking his face out of his hands, he says to you, “That’s forever going to haunt me, isn’t it?”

You shrug your shoulders, but he doesn’t see you because his face is still in his hands. You decide this little boost of confidence can only get bigger, so you then say, “Nope. And I’ll prove it when you bring me on a coffee date next.”

Yoongi’s eyes widen, taking his face out of his hands to stare up at you. Did you just-

You take out a little notebook from your purse, ripping off a strip of paper from it, and then write your name, and number down and then place it on the table in front of him. With a raised eyebrow and smirk plastered on your face, you ask, “Do you except the challenge, wall smasher?”

Does he accept a coffee date with you? Um…

“Fuck yeah.”

You giggle in response, and it’s music to Yoongi’s ears.

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The End

#Yoongi #Suga #Suga bts #Yoongi bts #Yoons #Yoons bts #Yoongi x reader #Suga x reader #bts #coffee date #fluff #bts fluff #romantic fluff #Yoongi pining #reader and yoongi are a bit akward so it’s cute #meet cute #one shot #one-shot

[mooncakesofpan]

eddie x reader x gareth !!! i beg !!! i need them

Crashed Dnd Nights

Eddie Munson x Gn!Reader x Gareth Emerson

Summary: A late night of dnd before a day of movies

A/n: this might be bad I'm apologizing right now I'm still getting used to writing both Gareth and Eddie, this is also a semi-fix if fic and happens a year after Vecna where Gareth is senior and 18 the reader is a year older than him at 19 and Eddie is 22.

Warnings: strong language, fluff, Mentions of Vecna, they/ them pronouns 

Word Count: 1K

Stranger things Masterlist | Main Masterlist 

DO NOT STEAL MY WORK

You were finally off work for the Friday night leaving your job to go to the 7/11 you browse the aisles for m&m’s for Eddie and gummy worms for Gareth. While in the almost empty convenient store you decide that you might as well get a Slurpee grabbing a cup and filling it up mixing the flavors and heading to the front grabbing a case of Dr. Pepper.

Getting to the register you talked to Ms. Darner the nice old lady who worked there on Friday nights.

“Hello Y/n late night,” she said cheerily.

“yeah finally got this Saturday off,” you say as she scans your items.

“That's good dear bringing this to your boyfriend?” she always assumed you had one which you don't blame her most people had thought you were with Eddie and you don't blame her while Gareth was at school finishing his senior year you and Eddie would be seen together. 

“Yeah we’re having a movie night tomorrow,” you say grabbing your wallet.

“Ah well I hope you have a good day off,” she replies smiling at you.

“Thank you,” you grabbed the bag and started leaving the 7/11.

The quick shopping run left you to think about what would have happened if Eddie hadn't survived the events of senior year and what would you be doing now. The dark thinking causes you to shake your head preferring not to think about what could have happened if Steve Nancy and Robin hadn't killed Vecna.

you arrive after 20 mins of driving from the convenience store. getting out of your truck with the paper bags making your way threw the door struggling with the bags in your arms

“With your current findings, the body of the mysterious magic user you had talked to earlier. You can either mention it to the rest of the party or allow them to continue,” Eddie's voice with an eerie tone fills your ears.

“Do I gain anything from telling them,” Erica said ”I don't know! us knowing about a dead body” Gareth said from the front of the table.

Eddie’s eyes follow you threw the door. the convo between the senior and middle schooler

“Hi Y/n,” they both said

“hey, guys don't mind me continuing with your session,” you say smiling at the group trying to juggle bags and a Slurpee and putting the cans in the fridge.

 Grabbing the last can of Dr. Pepper you go over to the table set up in the living room of the trailer. you grab the mountain dew sat in front of Gareth and replace it with Dr. Pepper. making him look up and smile and look at you. You give him a quick peck and move over to Eddie and place the can of mountain dew over in front of him while also grabbing the empty cans you go to walk away before Eddie grabs your arm leaning up to press his lips to yours softly it was quick but still filled with passion.

Gareth continued arguing about the morality of leading the group to possible death.

“Technically you don't know shit cause I'm not gonna tell the group we’ll probably be fine anyway,” leaving Gareth to glare at the girl from across the table.

You threw the cans away and looked for the Oreos you left at Eddies hoping that they would still be there looking in the hiding spot you left them finding them to be gone. you were surely going to bring it up to Eddie later. Your sure he probably ate them while high and having the munchies? You sat on the moved couch watching the session go on for about another hour before some of the younger kids had to be taken home.

“Do you guys need a ride,” you said with a yawn. getting up and stretching.

“No we biked here well just bike home,” Mike said 

The idea of that happening didn't sit well with you knowing how weird Hawkins could be at night people tending to go missing even tho Vecna was dead the anxiety did sit well in your stomach “why don't you put them in the back truck I can drive you home.” you said your voice laced with exhaustion.

“I can make sure they get some” Jeff offered probably able to tell you were tired from work.

Your willing to agree with that everyone leaving you saying bye to them as you close and lock the door as Eddie cleans the table and puts it away helping you move the couch. 

“So how was work,” he asked looking over at you as you move across the room to him.

 Leaving you to let out an exhausted grown into his shoulder as you wrap your arms around his waist 

“It was interesting got some orders for some cakes with like peoples odd ass names or sayings” you mumbled into his shoulder from behind. Gareth was changing into some pj’s

“If I see another Karen I'm going to scream,” you said leaving Eddie to laugh.

“I mean like half the moms here are named Karen,” Eddie said

“Trust me I know,” as you were talking to Eddie, Gareth came out of the bathroom in some red plaid PJ bottoms and a grey shirt.

“Gar did you pick up the movies for tomorrow” 

“Sure did, all ready for tomorrow ” you let go of Eddie to wrap your arms around Gareth kissing him sweetly fingers grazing his sides

“Well see what you picked out tomorrow… you didn't choose only horror movies right?” you say after pulling away

“….”

“Right?” the shorter brown haired didn't answer simply looking at you with his lips pressed to a thin line not looking you in the eye

you let out a sigh “it's fine I kinda expected that would happen” you give a light chuckle kissing his cheek

“Okay I'm honestly exhausted and unless you two want me to drop dead right here then, let's head to be” Eddie made sure to lock the doors and turn the lights off as you and Gareth head to his bedroom. you laid down arms wrapped around Gareth and in his hair messaging his scalp as Eddie came in tried to quickly change and lay down and wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your shoulder, the feeling of closeness between the 3 of you was comforting

“I love you both” left your mouth before falling asleep.

#eddie x reader #gareth emerson x reader #eddie munson x reader #fanfic #gareth emerson #eddie munson #stranger things x reader #stranger things #x gn reader #stranger things fluff #x reader #xreader #poly!reader

[iamvegorott]

Meeting A Magical Man Pt. 12

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“Sugar!” Robbie cheered as he ran into the house, holding up a bucket of ice cream. Henrik followed him in, getting bumped by the door. He could not get the door himself due to holding multiple grocery bags. 

“Robbie, you were supposed to hold the door,” Henrik grunted. 

“Sorry!” Robbie rushed back over and grabbed the door so Henrik could walk in easily. 

“It is all right. You got a little excited there.” Henrik chuckled. 

“Did you bring the whole store with you?” Mavin asked with a laugh as Chase went over to grab one of the bags. 

“I wanted to be sure I had a good variety. According to this one article I read in Faze, it said that after a heartbreak, it is customary to eat an excess of sugar and talk poorly of men in general.” Henrik said, heading over to the couch and unpacking what he had bought. There were gummies, chocolates, hard candies, weird candies Chase didn’t know how to describe, and some he had never seen before. 

“Faze? Isn’t that a teen girl magazine? We’re grown men Henrik, and I’m not heartbroken.” Marvin scoffed, and Chase did notice how his eyes widened and immediately grabbed one of the sleeves of Oreos and helped himself to the cookies.

“Aren’t you usually yelling at me for eating too much sugar?” Chase asked with a chuckle as he grabbed a bag of sour gummy worms. He and Marvin sat on the couch, watching Henrik take out more treats. Now there were boxes with labels that Chase had no idea what they meant and looked too fancy for his budget. 

“A night of enjoyment will not ruin your health.” Henrik paused his unpacking when he looked at Robbie. “Oh dear, you need a spoon, not your hand.” 

“I’m good,” Robbie said, sucking the chocolate from his fingers. Chocolate was also all around his lips.

“You are such a mess.” Henrik chuckled and pulled out a package of wet wipes. 

“Is the kid sticking around?” Marvin asked as Henrik cleaned Robbie up. 

“He will not. I am letting him get a treat in, and then he will head to a friend’s house for the night. I do not think he will be growing spontaneously anymore, and I feel confident in him spending time at another’s home. Coworker’s child.” Henrik added the last part when he could tell Chase wanted to ask. “She will be over to pick him up very soon.” 

“Thank God,” Anti said as he appeared in the room, sitting on Chase’s lap with his feet on Marvin’s. 

“I-uh-hi?” Chase’s instinct kicked in, and he held Anti’s waist with a hand to ensure he didn’t fall.

“Have you been here the whole time?” Marvin asked, shoving Anti’s feet off of him. 

“Oh yeah. Took a fat nap on your bed.” Anti wrapped an arm around Chase’s neck. “It’s sad you didn’t go through with that ‘giving head’ comment. Could have made it a very fun threesome~” He walked his other hand up Chase’s chest. 

“There is a child present.” Henrik grabbed a nearby spray bottle for the plants and sprayed Anti.

“Fine, fine.” Anti waved a hand and suddenly went from Chase’s lap to one of the chairs. “Better?” He scrunched his nose at Henrik. 

“I need-I need to uh-I need the bathroom.” Chase awkwardly got up and left the room. 

“He’s gonna rub one out,” Anti stated. 

“Stop that!” Henrik scolded and sprayed Anti again. 

“I’m just being honest.” Anti tried to slap away the water. “I’m wearing skinny jeans. So I was able to feel everything, and I mean everything.” He looked at Marvin and grinned. “Marvin sure is lucky.”

“Robbie, I think your ride is here.” Henrik sprayed Anti one more time before walking Robbie to the front of the house.

“Don’t take too long, Daddy~” Anti giggled, quickly ducking to avoid the spray bottle Henrik tossed at him. He giggled some more and returned his attention to Marvin. “Since you aren’t dating Chase, surely you don’t mind if I take him for a ride, do you? That grip he had on my waist tells me he’d be a lot of fun.”

“I don’t care,” Marvin said through a mouth filled with Oreos, hunched over a bit as he ate. 

“Really? Because you’re never one to stop caring about manners unless you’re upset.” Anti grabbed a Lemonhead, opened the wrapping, and popped the sour candy into his mouth. “Reminds me of when I told Jackie he had great abs, and you looked like you wanted to tear my eyes out.” Marvin refused to react, continuing to eat the cookies instead. “So you’re not going to deny your jealousy?” 

“I am not jealous,” Marvin stated flatly.  

“Sorry about that. Did I miss anything?” Chase asked as he came back into the room. 

“Nope. But I do have a question for you.” Anti bounced to his feet, and he went over to Chase. 

“What’s up?” Chase hadn’t noticed the tension in the room and definitely didn't notice it when Anti wrapped his arms around his neck and moved in close, practically pressing their bodies together. 

“Are you free this weekend, darling~?” Anti’s voice had changed. His tone and the way he spoke sounded different than how he naturally did. Chase didn’t pick up on that. It didn’t click that he was speaking the exact way Marvin does.

“Am I-Am I free?” Chase thickly swallowed and looked to Marvin as if aiming that question at him. Marvin turned his own gaze away. He sat down the now empty sleeve of cookies and grabbed one of the boxes of assorted chocolates. “Yeah. I am.” Chase smiled at Anti, a small, almost shaky smile, but a smile nonetheless. 

“Perfect. I’ll pick you up Friday night at six. Dress nice.” Anti poked the tip of Chase’s nose, and he let his arms drop as Henrik rejoined them. 

“What did I miss?” Henrik asked. 

“Just setting up some plans.” Anti returned to the collection of treats and opened up one of the boxes, seeing chocolate-covered strawberries. “You were always a fan of these, Henny.” He said as he picked up one. 

“I don’t get the whole chocolate-covered fruit thing,” Chase said, trying to bring the mood back, finally catching on to the weird feeling in the air.

“Have you ever had one?” Henrik asked. “They are always tasty.” 

“I haven’t. Never really thought I’d like it.” Chase shrugged. 

“Oh, chocolate makes everything taste better.” Anti went back to Chase with a strawberry. “It makes it all so much more fun. Maybe we can give it a try Friday~” He whispered the last part and popped the treat into Chase’s mouth, giggling when his cheeks went pink. “I should go. See you guys later.” Anti did a little wave and winked at Chase before snapping his fingers and disappearing. 

“What in the world was that all about?” Henrik asked. 

“What else did that magazine say to do?” Marvin quickly asked before Chase could say anything since he was finishing up the strawberry. He found himself liking it a lot. 

“Um…it said things about face masks and painting nails?” 

“Nails. Perfect. I have polish.” Marvin snapped his fingers, causing nail polish to appear, but it came in as a ball in the air and landed on the empty chair, clanking together but thankfully not breaking. “We can give you a clear coat if you don’t want a color, Chase.” 

“I don’t mind a color. Do you have green?” Chase asked with his classic, goofy grin that made Marvin smile back, shoulders relaxing. 

“I have so many shades of green.” Marvin giggled and got up, waving a hand over the chair. The polish bottles moved on their own again, sitting upright and organizing themselves by color. “Sparkles or no sparkles?”

“Surprise me.” 

“Dangerous choice.” Marvin hummed playfully and picked up a bottle before guiding Chase to sit on the couch with him. 

“I think sparkles may be too much for me.” Henrik chuckled, grabbing himself a strawberry and munching on it as he sat on the other side of Chase on the couch. 

“We’ll make sure you look stunning, Hen.” Marvin gestured with the nail polish brush as he spoke. 

“I am more than sure that you will.” 

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Tags: @brokentimewatch @bookwormscififan @d-structive @rainymae523

#trickshot #meeting a magical man #veggie writes #antis such a shit and works in weird ways XD

[wackybuddiemewbs]

More WIPpeting because why not? It's Wednesday, after all!

Title has it. It's WIP Wednesday again, and this fic that's not a fic is eating away all of my remaining brain cells. We are at 470k something words and -470% percent of my sanity. Assuming I ever had it. Anyway. Here's to more shenanigan! You can find the moodboard here, and the last two installments for that arc are here and here.

The Worm in the Man III

“So the guy seriously tore down a door?” Chimney gapes.

They all gathered in Chimney’s office to go over the latest findings. And after Buck recounted some of what they found at the gym, Hen is left wondering just what kinds of odd people end up in their city. And how many of them end up in freak accidents that may land them here for identification.

“One swing, and it was out of its hinges,” Buck confirms.

“The wonders of the capacity of the human body,” Chim hums, his eyes drifting off as he surely paints a very pretty picture of that inside his head. And Hen can only hope that he won’t listen to the impulse to draw a comic about that, no matter how beautifully drawn it may be.

It’s rude, and we have to set an example, right?

“More like what steroids can make you do,” Hen huffs, making her disdain no secret. That is no wonder, it’s a damn shame. And it shouldn’t be happening anymore, but God knows it does.

“It was kind of impressive, I’ll have to admit,” Buck ponders, shrugging his shoulders.

“And you didn’t film it for us to enjoy,” Chimney pouts.

Buck holds up his hands. “Sorry, next time he does it, I sure will.”

“That’d be greatly appreciated.”

“So, did you have any luck on the flesh yet?” Buck asks, looking at Hen.

“The bones are cleaned and ready for you to reassemble,” she answers. “The tests confirm what you pointed out after testing the tapeworms: That guy took a mad mix of anabolic steroids. And just so we’re clear on the range: That cocktail he’s been taking would’ve killed medium-sized mammals on the spot.”

How that man managed to stay alive under that regimen is something that Hen can’t determine from the tissue. So she can only assume one thing: It was his sheer will to keep going.

“You’re saying he was shredded.” Chimney flexes his arm muscles for emphasis, which makes Hen’s eyes go for another round the clock motion. She loves Chimney, there is no denying that, but sometimes he tempts her in wanting to tear down a door, too.

“I’m saying he lived a very unhealthy life, just to look like he was healthy,” Hen lets him know. “Or shredded.”

She has seen plenty of those people. Old school friends, girls who glowered at anything that might have contained any kind of fat or carb that couldn’t be accounted for. Hen also saw her fair share of classmates who were so busy working out that they didn’t even realize that this was hardly normal anymore. And it infuriates her to know that there is a whole industry out there that profits off of making people feel miserable and at war with their own bodies. Being healthy suddenly evolved into a status symbol – and, towards that end, into something to make unhealthy or sick people feel bad about for lacking.

“Yeah no, that’s not healthy at all,” Buck confirms. “Essentially, he was underweight.”

“But he still weighed 220 pounds, which is more or less average, right?” Eddie questions.

“Yes, but at one percent body fat and very little hydration levels. His body didn’t get the time to properly regenerate from all those massive changes. Normal is to lose one to two pounds per week if you seek to lose weight and do a moderate to high workout. Jimmy doubled that, at least. The guy hardly ate, and what he ate doesn’t really count as a healthy diet. He was severely malnutritioned and dehydrated by the time he died,” Hen sighs, pushing her glasses further up her nose. “And all of that to fit a certain body image.”

All of that to fit in, to be seen, and not to be regarded as some headless, lazy lump everyone has every right to stomp on for the sole sake of being a certain way. Tell you what, Hen looked inside a great many people throughout her career.

And in the end, safe for some genetic abnormalities, we all look the same underneath the skin. Imagine that!

“And to get his picture hung up on the wall of fame, let’s not forget,” Chim huffs.

“How could we possibly forget about that?” Buck joins in, gesturing with his hands.

“Well, at least we now have a name. James ‘Jimmy’ Granger was a software engineer. He worked for a small company, though he mostly worked from home. Most of his colleagues don’t even know that guy’s face,” Eddie lets them know, reading off of the report he got sent. “Which may also explain why he wasn’t reported missing very fast.”

“The wonders of working remote,” Chimney points out. “That guy probably just never switched on the camera during his transition. Or even before that.”

“The neighbors said that he didn’t go out much,” Eddie continues. “Things shifted about five to six months ago.”

“So when he started frequenting the gym,” Hen concludes.

“Yup,” Eddie confirms. “He never brought someone back with him, that the neighbors know of, at least. They describe him as very kind and helpful. Jimmy set up most of the software and hardware for the people living in the house, as they are mostly elderly.”

“So who’d murder a sweet software engineer like that?” Hen asks, which, she knows, is always the question they have to ask around here.

But it never ceases to make her mad. There are so many good and kind people who are ripped out of their lives. For nothing, really. To inherit that house, to get that money, to settle this quarrel, or pay off that debt. While she has seen enough of that to know this to be fact, it baffles her just how little it takes for some people to take another human being’s life. Though perhaps it’s better not to know, past a certain point.

“Well, maybe someone at the gym was pretty pissed off that he got the prize instead of them,” Eddie ponders.

Hen gapes at him. “There’s seriously a prize for that?”

She knows she shouldn’t be surprised, but Hen still finds herself greatly irritated already.

“Annually.” Buck nods. “They get 10,000 dollars and get to be poster boys and girls for the gym’s very own protein powder.”

“People like that piss me off,” Hen grunts, leaning back in her seat. “They make people like Jimmy feel inadequate, only to get them to buy their products, book the courses, and completely overexert themselves. To the point that Jimmy here must have been in constant pain. I found traces of pain medicine added to the mix.”

That young, sweet software engineer was suffering, he was aching, and he still pushed on. He was being helpful and kind. And all he got was more pain and things that made him sick. And now he is dead. All just to reflect the body standards that are around these days. Because He knows those images are constantly shifting. Because the goal of those body ideals is that they remain unachievable. That’s the point – and perhaps the only truth in it all. The perfect body doesn’t exist.

Because, as our Buckaroo would like to remind us, that’s all just arbitrary bullshit without any scientific backup.

“Small wonder he was in pain,” Buck agrees, chewing on the inside of his cheek. “Judging by his knees and feet, he ran way too much and without being properly educated as to how to run without causing injury. Also, bad footwear. Those people at the gym are extremely careless when it comes to their customers, is all I can say.”

“Yeah, look at that!” Chim says, showing some ads on the big screen. “Maximum Leg Press, if your legs don’t burn, you’re not doing it right. X Fit, for those who think CrossFit is too easy. ColLateral Damage, the lateral muscle exercise to get your neck strong and your chest even stronger…”

Hen leans her head back. “This whole thing makes me mad, but the bad advertising makes it impossibly worse.”

At least they could bother to be creative, damn it.

“All of those exercises are risky, even more so when they are executed by people who are not properly educated in carrying them out,” Buck points out, gesturing at the screen. “To me, it’s a miracle that there haven’t been more injuries at that gym.”

“None that we know of yet, though I think the gym has a vested interest not to have that info become public,” Eddie argues.

Buck shrugs. “True again.”

“Video footage confirms that Jimmy was last at the gym when he won the competition, which was two weeks ago,” Eddie continues. “Makes me wonder whether one of the other athletes wanted to be the cover boy and wanted Jimmy gone.”

“Well, I’ll have my fun sorting through the colorful parade Buck promised me,” Hen grunts, making her displeasure absolutely no secret. “Which is to say: I’m not looking forward to that at all.”

“You’re doing the Lord’s work,” Chim teases.

Buck puckers his lips. “I thought the Christian boss man didn’t approve of condoms?”

“The Christian boss man?” Eddie gawks, clearly upset at that choice of words.

Hen chuckles softly, then tells Buck, “That’s the Catholic Church, and those guys should have no say on the down below business of anyone ever.”

“Well, historically, controlling sexuality and sexual practices was a way of exerting power, particularly over women, social outcasts, deviants. And with the institution of the church having a vested interest to maintain their power…,” explains, but she cuts him short, “As I was saying, they have no business in the down below business. God said so. So no, Lord’s work certainly does not lie in that colorful latex parade.”

“He works in mysterious ways,” Chim continues anyway.

“And sometimes they smell of fake cherry,” Buck laughs.

Chimney picks up one of the bags with the condoms and opens it for a quick inhale. “That’s supposed to be cherry? I shall be damned.”

“Stop sniffing them!” Hen cries out.

Which certainly confirms one truth she’s known since she was a young girl: Men are disgusting.

“Well, I’m gonna leave you guys to that. I’ll be talking to the parents. They live in Florida and only arrived today,” Eddie sighs.

Buck opens his mouth to say something, but Eddie carries on before he can, “Buck, you don’t have to come with. I think it’s more important that we get that skull reassembled, see what may have killed him.”

“… Okay,” Buck answers slowly. “On it.”

Hen tilts her head. She can tell that there is something up in that exchange. While Buck’s emotions work in mysterious ways, too, he is terribly bad at keeping his emotions off his face. And there is something underneath that confusion that leaves her wondering what that may be about.

“Okay, great, catch you later,” Eddie says hurriedly. “Call me if you find anything.”

“Sure, bye.”

“Bye.”

With that, he flies out the door.

Hen gets up to settle down next to Buck. “Everything alright? You have that frowny face going on.”

And Buck frowning means Buck thinking. And Buck thinking means he usually goes places. And Buck going places can lead down roads you don’t want to travel, ever.

“Yeah, sure, it’s just… I don’t know… I guess I should be focusing on this, is all,” Buck mutters, still looking at the spot where Eddie just stood.

“You two had a disagreement?” she asks.

“None that I know of. I just… doesn’t matter,” Buck mumbles, lost in thought.” The skull needs reassembly, that’s correct. So let’s focus on that.”

Hen makes a mental note to touch up on that later, but she also knows there is hardly any getting through to Buck when his eyes are set on a target. And that target is now putting that skull back together.

“How did the conference go, by the way?” Chimney asks.

Right, there was something else she was more than pissed about. But everything in time.

“Apparently, Denny has a teacher who’s a complete moron,” she pouts, exasperated. “No way our son is no good in biology. One of his mothers is a pathologist. That man does not know what he’s talking about. And I let him know that.”

“Wait, did you get expelled from parent conference day?” Chimney teases.

“No. You can’t get expelled from parent conference day,” she retorts.

“Oh, so you did,” he laughs.

“I did not.”

“Did, too.”

Hen glowers at him.

“Well, maybe they are covering something in biology right now that’s not human anatomy, which is the subject Denny would have an advantage in, with one of his mothers being one of the country’s best pathologist,” Buck points out.

“Damn, I sure hope I won’t slip on the slime you’re oozing there, Buckaroo,” Chimney laughs, gesturing at the floor.

“What? For pointing out the facts?” Hen narrows her eyes at him.

Chimney bows his head, scratches the back of his head, acting innocently.

“Well, back on topic here: That is why we got those subjects covered with his lovely babysitter who’s all into bugs and slime and flora and fauna,” Hen continues.

Buck grins at her. “It’s me. I’m the lovely guy.”

“Cute,” Chim teases, patting his head. Buck swats his hand away, prompting him to ruffle up his hair even more. Buck makes a shrieking sound as he fends Chimney off, but then breaks out laughing. Hen shakes her head with a soft smile.

Yes, men might be a disgusting, but moments like that let her have a little faith in anyone beside her most wonderful son. Buck and Chimney came a long way. And knowing both their histories at least to a certain degree, Hen will always find it a beautiful thing that the two found a “brother from another mother” in each other, as they will tell anyone who asks.

“I know I’m cute,” Buck grins, trying to ease his messed-up hair back. He then turns to Hen with a mild look. “Well, it’s still possible the guy has to base his teachings on books from twenty years ago. That may explain some discrepancy? Just bouncing some ideas.”

“My son does not deserve a C in biology, period,” she declares. That teacher is clearly out of his mind. Denny has always been an excellent student. Biology was never an issue. So to her, it seems more likely that there is something wrong with the person who just started teaching him when Denny didn’t have any issues before.

“Of course he doesn’t,” Chim huffs. Hen chooses to ignore the sarcastic undertone.

“Which is why I have to figure out how to make that man understand the wrongs of his ways,” Hen lets them know. She made up her mind in the parking lot of the school already – she won’t let that stand.

“If someone can do it, it’s surely you who will unhinge the board of education,” Chimney laughs.

“I don’t need to overthrow the damn empire, I just know that my son is better than what the teacher is giving him, and I won’t stand for that,” she points out.

Buck tilts his head. “Did the teacher say anything about how he acts in class?”

“My son is an angel.”

“Right.”

“And there were no complaints in any other classes,” Hen adds.

What is he trying to get at, hm?

“Maybe he likes that teacher about as much as one of his mothers does,” Chimney snorts.

“You’re saying I’m a bad influence for my son?” Hen glowers at him.

Chimney takes a step back, holding up his hands in surrender. “I never would.”

Hen crosses her arms over her chest. “Good, I better never hear that coming out of your mouth again. And now I’m going to do what scientists do… and wade through used condoms.”

“Hallelujah!”

---------------------------

“I see it’s coming all together?”

“You really think that the hundredth time is going to make this joke funny?” Buck huffs as Chimney makes his way inside the bone room where Buck is lining up the skull fragments laid out on the table with the rest of the bones.

“It’s a classic.”

“Starting to feel your true age, I take?”

Chimney chuckles as he punches him in the arm slightly, rounding the table.

“Well, reassembling the skull won’t be that hard. It wasn’t completely broken apart. My trouble is with the remaining bones. A lot got chewed on by the animals, which will make it harder to determine what damage was done antemortem and postmortem. Also, the bones are not in great shape, generally speaking,” Buck ponders, gesturing at the table.

“Well, after they were dog chew, small wonder.”

“That’s not it. I’ve had victims like that before, but the bones took a lot of damage for that only small critter fed on the victim. He landed on rather soft ground, too…”

Chimney tilts his head to the side. “You have that thinky face on again. Do share with the class, otherwise I feel left out.”

“It’s just…,” Buck mutters, picking up one of the bones, testing it with his gloved hands. “They shouldn’t have the amount of damage. The scratches are deeper than they should be. Daisy’s teeth sunk in much deeper than they would for a dog her size. I could only determine the kind based on the jaw outline.”

“Maybe she just got really strong jaws,” Chimney jokes, clicking his teeth.

“No, that’s not really it. Something is up with those bones. They are too prone to damage to…,” Buck says, then stops. “Hold on a sec.”

Chimney watches as Buck walks straight over to the shelves containing human remains behind them. He checks the labels, then pulls out one of the plastic boxes.

“Ugh, Buckaroo. We are working on that lad here, c’mon, focus,” Chimney argues, gesturing at the table. Because he has seen Buck completely lose track of the original task and go on with something else just because his mind commanded him to.

“I just need to confirm something,” the younger man answers. He takes out a femur from the box and then picks up the victim’s femur with the other.

“Weird flex for a workout, even for our lot,” Chimney comments.

“The victim’s bones are lighter than they should be,” Buck says.

Chim frowns. “What now?”

“I took out a bone that comes from someone about Jimmy’s physique. Jimmy’s bone is much lighter,” Buck replies. “Look.”

While Chimney is not the bone guy – pun totally intended – he will have to see for himself. So he grabs some gloves and puts them on with a snap. Buck hands the bones over, his mind already rushing a thousand miles ahead by the second. Chimney tests the weight and indeed they are indeed different.

“What the hell?” he mutters under his breath.

Buck picks up another set of bones for comparison. “Same thing here. This is not just some anomaly on the femur. This is a recurring pattern.”

“How would his bones be lighter, though?” Chimney asks, handing the bones back over to Buck. He watches as his friend places them both back on the table and the box with utmost care.

“They are not as dense as they should be,” Buck ponders, still lost in thought.

“The frowny face is intensifying.”

Buck puts the bones back down. And if the saying was true that the brain was all about gears, people could hear them turn inside the man’s head a mile away. Maybe even more.

A few moments later, Buck’s head shoots up. “Wait, I think I know why.”

“That was fast,” Chimney huffs. Though he has since grown accustomed to the fact that Buck is someone whose brain makes three turns in the time it takes normal brains to make one. Sometimes, it means he’s too many steps ahead. But at the very least, it gets you up to speed fast. That much is for sure.

“Jimmy had osteoporosis,” Buck states.

Chimney blinks. “Why would a kid his age have osteoporosis?”

Last time he checked, that was more of an old-people-disease, right?

“There’s many causes, but steroids can greatly contribute to it, so that might be a possible explanation,” Buck tells him pensively. “Though the timeline is still somewhat off. Hen said that he likely only started about five months ago, with the steroids. But for osteoporosis at this level, it would have to be much longer than that.”

“That poor kid. He just wanted to lose some weight, and now he’s been food for the critters for days without anyone noticing him gone,” Chimney sighs, looking back at the bones laid out on the table.

Much like Buck, he sees faces when he looks at a skull. Part of the job, after all. Now Chimney has also seen pictures, of the few there are from before Jimmy’s transition. And they all confirm that this guy had a nice and kind face matching his personality. And such a nice, kind face was then eaten off by the critters after someone left him there to die and rot. It is their daily business to deal with that, surely, but Chimney won’t ever get accustomed to that. He doesn’t want to either. Because that would mean acceptance, and this not acceptable by any means.

“Yeah, because the people at the gym do such a great job caring about their clients,” Buck huffs, gritting his teeth.

“You’re also pissed off, huh?”

“Jimmy could’ve done with a few pounds less and a bit of exercise, to take pressure off his bones and strengthen his muscles, more so if he had some genetic predisposition for osteoporosis. But he was in good health before he started to get jacked-up. He was a regular kid. And from what Eddie told us, quite brilliant at his job. And now that young man is dead. Just because people decided that his body didn’t fit in with the rest. Yes, that pisses me off, a lot.”

Buck moves back to the shelf to return the bones he compared to Jimmy’s, his facial expression hardening with every step. He and Chimney always shared in that notion. In fact, everyone at the lab does. But Chim saw since the early beginnings of Buck working for the Jeffersonian that this guy refuses to get used to people disregarding human life, whatever shape or form it has.

Because to Buck, that’s all just window dressing. For Chimney, it’s the other way around. For him, the bones are the way to get a face. And the face is not just something on top of a bone. For him, truth lies in a person’s face. For Buck, truth always lies underneath it.

Chimney has worked with forensic anthropologists before, duh, but working with Buck has changed his way of working entirely. Not just because the guy is a big oddball. But because Buck has a view on what is around him that Chim never saw with anyone else he worked alongside with.

And sure, no two people look at the world the exact same way, he knows that much. But Buck’s view on the world has always been a peculiar one. Chimney can still remember the earlier times of Buck working for the Jeffersonian. He thought the guy was a goner within a week, which he was correct about, until Bobby brought him back. Though truth was that he was disappointed when he heard Buck had been fired.

Most of the time, when the science folks hear of what Chim does, they roll their eyes at him, at best. Once they understand what he can actually do, once he’s proven it, Chimney is sure to have their attention and respect, but it’s always a process of getting there.

That wasn’t so with Buck. On his first day, Buck came to his office and gushed about that online gallery walk Chimney had done to present his digital art. He wanted to know all about it. How he does it, what his method is. Chimney never would’ve called it a method but a technique. Though he understood that for Buck, his art was science, a way of sense-making. To him, it was real science without the label on it.

And then Buck kept asking questions for about an hour, nonstop. He wanted to know if that type of reconstruction was something he could do, if there was a program of his design to analyze bones under these circumstances and those other circumstances. He didn’t just ask what Chimney could currently do, but Buck instantly started scratching at what else he might do with his method.

Chimney didn’t need Buck’s approval or praise. That’s not it. He’d since learned his value to the Jeffersonian, all the more thanks to Bobby and Hen. But it really is as Buck said before, about the bones from Tibet. How it makes a difference how you approach an object. How it changes through your perception, through the knowledge you have of where it comes from. Because it creates pictures in your head, ready or not. And Buck came without any pictures, any filters, it’d seem, safe for his sheer excitement for Chim’s work, his method, and the possibilities ahead, some of which still need another three laps before they can be realized.

So he was genuinely relieved when Buck returned and has remained with the Jeffersonian since. Because also thanks to Buck, Chimney found new ways of looking at that which is before him, of learning new techniques, creating entirely new methods. By learning to see things like Buck, he finds new ways to look at the world around him, look at the victims, and see something that’s underneath the skin, right down to the bone.

And while he knows Buck and he will always look at the world differently, Chimney always has the feeling that when it comes to looking at human remains, they get each other on a level most others don’t. And he wouldn’t ever want to miss that, even less so since that same guy grew to be such a close friend of his.

But he is also a giant pain in the ass. So it’s always a give and take in the end.

“People are brutal when it comes to body images,” Chimney ponders, looking back at the bones, looking back at the remains of Jimmy Granger, of a guy with a kind face, and even kinder face, whose life ended way too fast and not at all on the high note it was supposed to.

He’s seen plenty of that during his art studies. Searching for the perfect body type for portraits, for photo projects. A fellow student did a wonderful project on different body types that he helped create the website for. Though those are very often the exception. Instead, they get a weird high from watching obese people on TV getting beaten down for having the audacity to have a different body type, or maybe even lead a lifestyle that’s not 100% healthy.

Most people can’t look beyond what’s programmed into their brains to consider as beautiful – both by nature and nurture. Because sure, we find particular beauty in symmetry. That’s coded into our DNA, as Buck loves to remind whoever dares to ask. But we are also taught what’s beautiful, what’s ugly, what’s norm, what isn’t.

And Chimney always found that when a subject likens itself to be the free arts, the place for free spirits to thrive, it seems awfully delimiting to only focus on what’s the norm.

“Those people at the gym keep pressuring perfectly healthy people to bust their body fat to come close to ideals set out by magazines and websites making it seem like this is healthy. It’s not. Women don’t need thigh gaps,” Buck grumbles. “Men don’t need a six pack. The strongest men on the planet don’t look like Jay, trust me.”

“Well, he still tore down that door,” Chimney jokes.

“That, he did,” Buck sighs. He picks up the skull for inspection again.

“Jimmy was helpful and polite. And he went to those people for support. But in the end, all they cared about was to boost their stupid business. Jimmy deserved better than to have his picture on a wall to tell him that only with one percent body fat he’s of value to anyone else,” Buck continues, his grimace tightening. “People don’t need to optimize their bodies to be… valuable.”

He puts the skull back down and moves along the table. It always looks like a chase when Buck is in that mood. Like he is closing in on the target.

“Yeah, there’s a whole industry profiting off of making people feel miserable, only to present them with some magic powder that can make them look like what they are told is the only way to look,” Chim snorts.

Buck stops in his tracks, the motions closer. “Huh.”

“What? Said something that got you thinking?”

“Not really,” Buck replies bluntly. “I just noticed a scaphoid fracture.”

Chimney grins at him, choosing to ignore the underlying criticism out of goodwill. “Let’s pretend I didn’t know which bone that is.”

“It’s part of the base of the wrist,” Buck says, picking said bone up to show it to him. “Here.”

“What’s odd about it? If he fell down before he died, that may explain it, right?” Chim argues. He’s run countless scenarios of just that kind before.

“That injury is older, though. It already started to heal. See, there’s traces of remodeling on the bone. I’d say he sustained the injury a month prior to his death,” Buck explains, gesturing at the bone. “He didn’t have it treated, though. It wasn’t immobilized as it should’ve been. So he went on training without a splint or brace regardless.”

Chim furrows his eyebrows at that. “Doesn’t that… hurt?”

“It does. But judging by the gym’s teachings, it just shows you that the workout works, so he may have thought it’s all part of the process. Or just ignored it to run that extra mile.”

“Those guys should run an extra mile into a lake.”

“I agree,” Buck huffs. “He didn’t sustain any more injuries to his hands when he died. He fell down face-first.”

“Ouch.”

“He definitely broke his nose in the process,” Buck mutters. “Though Jimmy may have been unconscious or dead by the time already. It’s hard to tell. But it would explain why he wouldn’t shield his face before impact.”

Buck looks back at the screen for any more signs on the bones he missed. Because there is always more to learn, as he keeps reminding everyone, till the day he dies, surely.

“What strikes me is how stiff he was when he fell,” Buck continues. “If he had a heart attack or something to that effect, he’d normally go down slower, maybe even go to his knees first, and then collapse forward.”

“You’re not wrong there,” Chimney agrees. “That’s not the usual pattern for a fall. I can run some scenarios, if that helps.”

Buck nods his head. “That’d be great. I’d say it’s best to focus on scenarios of him having been shoved or him receiving a hit to anywhere but the head. Since I find no markings on the skull, the impact would’ve had to be on some of the bones the animals already took. And of course scenarios of him simply collapsing, for comparison.”

“Alright, will do,” Chimney agrees. “I’ll see what kind of body type or possible weapons that’d give us, if someone else was indeed involved.”

“Thanks.”

“Oh, hi there,” Eddie’s voice rings out as he peeks his head inside the bone room.

“Hi,” Buck replies, eyes set on the bones.

“I’ll see you later, then,” Chimney says, tapping him on the shoulder, but Eddie is moving into his path. “Maybe you could hang on a bit longer. I might have something for you to take a look at.”

“Oh, sure. I wasn’t in a hurry as Buck has not yet unleashed the tapeworms again.”

“How are the parents?” Buck questions.

“They are devastated, of course. That’s not what you want to hear about your son. He really was a good kid. He paid for them to fulfill their dream of having a small shop down in Florida. They never had much, but they still paid for his tuition and all, so he could get proper education. Jimmy made for a decent living as a software engineer, but he gave most of it to them. He only took enough to pay for the rent and food and such. The rest went all to fulfilling his parents’ dreams.”

“Which makes it all the more infuriating that their son is dead, and it may very well be thanks to the changes he wanted to surprise them with – and the people who didn’t teach him how to do that properly,” Buck grumbles, still not bothering to look at anyone other than Jimmy, really.

Because that’s Buck’s focus – always.

“The parents said they noticed that he was rather distant the past couple of months. He didn’t wanna video chat, only called,” Eddie continues. “Looks like he wanted to surprise them with his transformation.”

“I don’t yet know what exactly killed him. There’s no obvious injury that’d serve as the final blow – at least on the bones that we have here,” Buck tells him. “I can tell you Jimmy fell pretty hard two weeks before he died.”

“Which he left untreated,” Chim adds.

“Yeah, he didn’t see his doc at all. I called the practice earlier. Obviously, they can’t tell us much. But I was told he hasn’t checked in for about half a year,” Eddie replies.

“Which would match the time of him starting the training,” Chimney ponders. “Seems like he knew his doc wouldn’t be pleased with that.”

“Chim will run scenarios for us to determine possible ways in which Jimmy may have fallen,” Buck informs him. “That may give us a clue about how he actually died.”

Chimney grins at Eddie. “Because I’m amazing like that.”

“So you think it’s possible it wasn’t murder at all?” Eddie asks.

“It’s possible that Jimmy simply died from the side effects of his massive workout routine. But it’s also possible that something happened prior to the event that brought him to the point. Or that he was killed – and we just don’t know because those bones were carried away by the animals. It’s hard to tell,” Buck answers.

“Hm. I’ve checked in with Jimmy’s boss as well. There didn’t seem to be any beef with anyone. Since he mostly worked remote, hardly anyone knew him.”

“Oh, I didn’t know you went to the office,” Buck says, his eyes still firmly planted on the bone, but Chimney can tell that he’d like to look Eddie in the eye right now. Hen noted it earlier already, and Chim can long since see it. Something is at odds here.

“It was basically on the way from the FBI to here, you know, after talking to the parents,” Eddie answers.

Chim tilts his head. He can’t say he is particularly good at reading people. He’ll gladly leave that to the agent. But there is something on his face that he can’t miss – because that’s his perspective. There is a curl on his lip that makes his features look tight, like they are closing in on themselves.

“Okay, sure.” Buck purses his lips. “So what’s the next move, investigation-wise?”

Chimney can tell that the wheels are turning inside the young man’s head, which is not always a good thing, especially if he tries to make sense of a situation. Buck is ridiculously smart, but he is not people-smart, by his own admission. And his method is always to get to the bottom of it. Though some people don’t appreciate that one bit.

“I wanna check out the gym some more,” Eddie explains. “If someone envied Jimmy for winning the big prize, someone may have overheard him arguing with someone. Or we find the one who did.”

“I still find it hard to believe that someone would kill someone for a few grand,” Chim sighs. It gets him every time, reading the reports. How often it’s petty things like money, jealousy, or just because a guy thought he deserved to have power over a woman because he has a dick and most certainly doesn’t know how to use it correctly.

“Sadly, for many people, morality ends where the money begins,” Eddie exhales.

Buck twists the skull he took back into his hand, not looking up for even just a second. “And for Jimmy, that’s where his life ended.”

“You said you had something for me, too?” Chimney asks Eddie, frowning. Because this sounded more like something he’d only need Buck for. Not that he minds, but he does have better to do than just hang around – at least when he is not himself choosing when to hang around.

“Oh yeah, that’s right. The parents gave us a permit to search Jimmy’s private laptop. I thought that maybe you could have a look. As far as we can tell, he was pretty high on the security standards,” Eddie explains.

Chimney nods with a grin, pleased. “Nice. That should keep me preoccupied for a while.”

“Okay, that means we’re all set here,” Eddie says, clapping his hands together. There is determination now, Chimney can tell as much. But the moment his eyes dart towards Buck, the determination shifts to something else he can’t quite place.

“So you want me to come with,” Buck says, asks, really, but he seemingly doesn’t want to sound surprised.

“Maybe someone shoved Jimmy prior to his death for the wrist injury. You might be able to figure out who’d fit the profile, right?”

Buck shrugs. “It depends.”

“Then yeah, you should come along,” Eddie says, nodding his head.

Buck licks his lips, looks at him for a long moment, then looks down again. “Alright, then.”

Chimney keeps studying his friend as he takes off the gloves. His brows are furrowed, his lips pursed, there is a crease that normally only reveals itself when he is thinking too hard. Chim can tell that much because to him, the face is the way to what lies underneath, but right now, he is not exactly sure what he is looking at.

Though knowing Buck, it’s only a matter of time till they will find out. Because where Buck likes to only look at the facts, only just the bones, his friends look at the world from their own angles, and from their angle, Buck is always there, sometimes at the center, sometimes at the periphery. But he is always there. Because they changed each other’s way of looking at the world. And that means he is part of their perception as much as they are part of his.

We keep an eye on each other, simple as that.

“See you later, Chim,” Buck says, grabbing his jacket.

“See ya.”

We always make sure of it, don’t we?

#buddie #buck x eddie #eddie x buck #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #eddie diaz #evan buckley x eddie diza #eddie diaz x evan buckley #fanfic #in smol #buddie fanfic #buddie au #wip wednesday

[larsisfrommars]

BG3 Santa Playthrough

Escaping The Nautiloid:

Santa will NOT be blowing up the brine pool

Santa WILL be raiding the bodies of the dead but he won’t be desecrating anyone’s graves! Ooh! A shiny rock!

Oh no! Someone’s in trouble! Sounds like a child! Can’t have that! Oh no… it’s a brain(?) well it sounds like a child. Can’t not help children! I’m Santa dangit!

Successfully extracted the brain child(?) from that poor man’s skull! It appears I’ve acquired a friendly companion! Albeit a grotesque one! Its name is Us!

This strange woman is a little bossy but I think she knows her way around, I may as well follow!

Oh! We’re in hell! That makes things easier! Imps are ALWAYS on the naughty list!

Ice Knife is a useful tool, and the bossy lady gave me a compliment! I’m so proud of us and also Us!

These people look ill, I wonder if one of these buttons will help them? OH NO! They died! That’s… upsetting.

Oh no! Someone else is trapped! And she doesn’t look like a brain! I don’t care what this bossy woman says I’m going to help her!

There’s another one, she’s unconscious I am… not going to be pressing this button, given what happened the last time :(

This one seems to be working! Well might as well use this little worm to help this girl, even though it makes me feel a bit rude. Why does it feel like I ate something?

She’s free! Thank goodness! I don’t really care whether she likes the bossy one or not, young ladies you are both coming with me! Shadowheart, what a peculiar name!

Oh come on girls can’t we just get along? Well, time to see about this helm business- OH MY GOODNESS! I do not like any of what’s happening here!

We made it! That dragon looks very unhappy though! We can only hope for the best!

Hope wins again! I’m alive! For some reason? To bring joy another day!

Find A Cure ->

#baldur's gate 3 #BG3 #bg3 tav #bg3 liveblog #bg3 Christmas liveblog #Santa Claus #st nick #st nicholas #Christmas

[theinvisiblemuseum]

I HAVE ONE. RANK YELLOWJACKETS CHARACTERS. please (also hi mwah ily i’m going to kidnap you. soon)

gobbling u up like jackie for this omg <3

young nat... simply put im in love with her

adult shauna... lying to the cops #forfeminism SHE'S SO SILLY

adult misty... another silly bitch yessss kidnap and keep people hostage slayyy!

adult lottie... hot cult leader yes please

young tai... eat that dirt !

jackie... in love with ella purnell disease got me

young van... 'would you still love me if i was a worm' but instead it's 'would you still love me if i ate dirt and tried to kill you in my sleep' and the answer is yes

coach whose name i can't remember... this man is going to get eaten up (literally) so badly. sorry king. fly high in gay heaven.

laura lee... gone too soon #thoughts and prayers

young lottie... cult leader in training

young misty... THATS ONE CRAZY BITCH YASS LOVE HER

young travis... if all these girls in the woods tried to kill me zonked out on mushrooms i'd probably act unwise as well

adult tai... eat more dirt !

javi... where the fuck are you king? go off!

young shauna... nooooo don't fuck ur bffs bf fuck her instead

adult nat... how did we get here from teen nat...?? i love messy women who abuse drugs but idk be less boring... misty eats her up in every scene

#i'm probs forgetting people #but im sleepy #one flesh one rend #organ donations

[multifandomlvr]

Chapter 5

The rest of the day went by, thankfully. Hikari felt worse than she did this morning.

Denki met Hikari at the front entrance, He immediately grabbed her hand. She felt relaxed a little bit.

“How long are you staying?” Hikari asked. Denki shrugged.

“Maybe after dinner, I could stay the night if you want me to,” Denki said.

“Hikari!” Someone called. She turned around and it was Uraraka.

She wishes this girl would just leave her alone.

Hikari turned around waiting for Uraraka to catch up with her. When she did, Uraraka looked at Denki and Hikari’s hands before she said anything.

“Um... I just wanted to thank you for the opportunity to have me over this weekend. I’m excited and can’t wait to work with you.” Uraraka said. Hikari nodded.

“You’re welcome. Can’t wait to see you this weekend. If you have any questions about getting to my house, just message the group chat.” Hikari said. Just then Izuku pulled up and honked the horn.

“Oh, I have to get going our ride is here, I’ll see you this weekend,” Hikari said. She and Denki walked away to Izuku’s car.

Before the two left, Uraraka pulled out her phone while they were talking and took a photo of their hands. She would be sure to show it to Izuku when they got close.

Izuku deserves better than that. He deserves someone who won’t cheat on him. She thought before going to meet with Momo.

“So how did it go?” Momo asked as Uraraka walked up.

“Well, she’s cheating on him with that kid with the yellow hair and black streak,” Uraraka said. Momo gasped.

“Are you serious? Did you get a picture or anything?” Momo asked. Uraraka smirked and held up her phone.

“Of course, I did. I’ll keep gathering evidence to show him when we get closer. How are you and Shouto doing?” She asked.

“Oh, the guy is horrible, he’s not romantic but he’s loaded. Did you know his father is Enji Todoroki?” Momo exclaims.

Uraraka’s eyes bug out.

“No way! Girl you better bag that. You’d be set for life.” Uraraka said before the two started laughing and talking about nonsense.

However, the two didn’t know that they were being overheard by someone who just so happened to be walking by.

Neito couldn’t believe what he was hearing, he immediately pulled out his phone and texted Shinso before texting the group chat and S.O.S with a peach emoji. They would all know what that meant.

He walked away to meet with Shinso.

Hikari, Denki, and Izuku decided to get takeout for dinner, they made it back to the Midoriya household where Hikari changed into one of Katsuki’s shirts and lay on the couch cuddling with Denki.

Izuku told the pair that he would be in his office so Hikari could relax and enjoy another omega.

“How are you feeling?” Denki asked.

“I’m feeling a little better now that I have you to cuddle.” Hikari joked.

Whenever she wasn’t feeling well, Denki would come over. Usually, all the omegas would come over so they could cuddle and hang out, but some were busy with work so Denki was available.

Hikari and Denki ate their food and watched movies until they passed out.

The next morning, Izuku woke up and got ready for work before waking up Denki. The two got ready and left, leaving Hikari a note. Izuku figured Hikari needed a day to recover, he was fine with her staying home.

Hikari knew Denki left and she knew Izuku also left. So she lay there on the couch until her bladder told her to get up and relieve herself. So, she did just that.

There were times that Hikari wished she was a worm and could just slither from place to place.

After she was done, she decided to take a shower and change into one of Izuku’s shirts, and lay around the house doing absolutely nothing.

Soon her phone buzzed, she picked it up and it was from Uraraka.

‘Hey, I didn’t see you in class today. Are you ok?’ -U

‘Yeah, I’m ok. Just wanted to stay home.’ -H

‘Ahh, are you ok? Do you need anything?’ -U

‘No that’s ok. I’ll see you this weekend. -H She then saw there were messages in the group chat that she was in with some of her other friends.

‘We have a huge problem’ -SpoiltPrince

‘What’s going on? -MusicGurl

‘Yo! What’s up?’ -RedRiot

‘I’m all ears’ -Phantom

‘I’m here too!’ -Pinky

‘I am here too��� -IcyHot

‘Glad you’re here Todo, it's about your girlfriend’ -SpoiltPrince

‘What!?’ –Pinky

‘I knew I didn’t like her -BoomBoomMan

‘Not nice Kaachan’ -BroccoliBoi

‘Whatever’ -BoomBoomMan

‘I overheard her talking to someone about Todo, she’s only using you for your money…’ -SpoiltPrince

‘No way! Are you sure?!’ -Pinky

‘That bitch!’ -RedRiot ‘Sorry for my language’ -RedRiot

‘Yeah, I don’t know who she was talking to -SpoiltPrince

‘……’ IcyHot

‘Ima punch her’ -Pinky

‘That’s not right, I’m so sorry man.’ -Phantom

‘What are we gonna do?’ -MusicGurl

That was the end of the conversation. Hikari sent a message.

‘I’m going to fight her and punch her in the face.’ -BabyFace

Hikari was fuming. What the hell is wrong with her?

Shouto was like an older brother to Hikari, he and her were very close and she was protective of him just like her other friends.

Just then Hikari’s phone started ringing. It was Katsuki.

“Hello?” Hikari answered.

“How are you feeling?” Katsuki asked.

“I’m feeling better, Denki spent the night with me,” Hikari explained.

Hikari and Katsuki talked a little bit more before they hung up and Hikari started cleaning and wanted to make dinner for Izuku. He was off this weekend, but Hikari had the group come over to work on the project.

Just thinking about seeing Momo again made her mad, she wanted to punch her in the face. But she would not do anything without talking to Shouto first.

Friday went by quickly, Izuku texted Hikari a little later that night and told her that he would be coming home a little later than usual. This made her a little sad, but it was fine.

Hikari turned on a show she’s been watching to pass the time until bedtime. She wasn’t sure when Izuku was going to be home, so it was best that she did not wait up too late for him.

Before she knew it was already close to midnight. She turned the TV off and went to bed.

When Hikari woke up, she couldn’t move very well. She lifted the blankets to find that Izuku was cuddled up on her with his head laying on her stomach. She patted his hair and grabbed her phone to take a picture.

She was going to post this on Instagram. Hikari looked at the time, it read ten o’clock in the morning.

“Izuuuuu… I need to get up and get ready. The girls are coming over in a little bit.” Hikari said, poking his cheek.

“Few more minutes please, your skin is so soft and you smell good,” Izuku said.

“That makes you sound like that witch from that one story. Are you going to eat me up?” Hikari said jokingly.

Just then Izuku’s eyes popped open.

“Hmm…” He started and then lifted himself up, towering over Hikari causing her to lay back down. “I could eat you up, I have you all to myself. Doesn’t that sound good? Some fun this morning?” Izuku teased.

Hikari could feel butterflies in her belly. That did sound nice.

“No. I need to get up.” She said sitting up pushing Izuku out of the way and standing up before Izuku could drag her back into bed.

“You can run sweetheart, but as soon as your friends leave. You’re all mine. That’s a promise.” Hikari’s face heated up, but she kept on doing what she was doing. She needed to get dressed, knowing she was going to have to take a shower tonight after whatever Izuku had planned for her.

She threw on some aqua and white colored shorts with the matching crop top.

She checked her phone and saw a few messages from the group project chat.

‘I’m almost there, I should be like five minutes.’ -M

‘Momo and I are coming together, turns out we live near each other. Should be there in about ten minutes U

‘Sounds good, I’m awake and dressed.’ H

She locked her phone to grab water from the fridge. Soon there was a knock at the door. She figured it was Mina.

Hikari opened the door and all three of them were standing outside her door.

“Good morning, why don’t we put our stuff down and we can head to the bakery before making our way back here,” Hikari suggested.

“Sounds good to me,” Momo said.

Just then Izuku walked out without a shirt and his pajama pants riding low.

“Oh, good morning girls. Working on your project?” he asked while going into the kitchen.

“Yeah, we are,” Uraraka answered.

“Yeah, we’re heading to that bakery we always go to. To get some samples. Do you want anything?” Hikari asks. Izuku’s face lit up and he ran from the room quickly coming back.

“Yes! Please get my usual. And might as well get some for Kaachan too.” Izuku says handing Hikari his credit card.

“Alright, will do. Let’s go guys.” Hikari says walking to the front door and waiting for everyone.

They made it out of the house and started walking towards the bakery.

“The bakery isn’t that far from here, I go to it all the time. They have the best stuff and they’re drinks are so good too.” Hikari says.

“Omg! Is this the place you got my birthday cake from?” Mina asked. Hikari smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, it is,” Hikari answered.

When they got to the front Momo gasped.

“Wait! I’ve seen this place all over Instagram and Facebook. Everyone says their stuff Is so good. I’m so excited to try some stuff.” Momo exclaims excitedly.

“Oh! I can’t wait to try some too then!” Uraraka says and they walk in.

“You guys can get whatever you want, I’ll pay for them.” Hikari comments and goes to the counter because she already knows what she wants.

“Good morning, What can I get you?” The worker asked.

“I’ll take six of your chocolate chip and lavender cookies, three of your sweet potato cupcakes, two raspberry macarons, two pistachio macarons, and two chocolate macarons, and I’ll take a whole strawberry cheesecake,” Hikari said.

“Will that be it?” The worker asked.

“Um, no. These other three are going to be ordering as well.” Hikari told the worker, pointing to the other three. Hikari stood back and waited for them to order.

Mina put her order in and then went to stand next to Hikari.

“Wow, she ordered a lot. Do you think it's all for her?” Momo joked. Uraraka laughed.

“I bet you it is,” Uraraka said back.

After joking around, Uraraka and Momo put their orders in and waited for their stuff.

“How did you find this place? It's so cute.” Uraraka asked.

“When I moved here, I went for a walk and found this place. It has gotten super popular over the years.” Hikari explained.

“So, I must ask Hikari. Uraraka and I have been talking and we really want to know how you met Izuku.” Momo asked. Hikari looked at Mina briefly who met her eyes before looking back at her phone.

“Uhm, Izuku and I grew up together, our mothers were friends in high school and kept up with one another after they graduated,” Hikari told them.

“That’s awesome and so sweet. You guys were childhood sweethearts. So romantic.” Uraraka said dreamily. Hikari smiled.

“You’re dating Shouto aren’t you Momo? How is that going?” Hikari asks. Momo fidgets in her hair a little trying to play it off as just shifting in her chair.

“It’s going great so far; it’s only been a few months but he’s a dream come true,” Momo says. Hikari gives her a smile.

“Ms. Midoriya. Your order is ready.” The worker announced.

“Awesome, are we ready to head back and get our snack on?” Hikari asks excitedly.

“Yes! Let’s go!” Uraraka says and jumps up to help carry some bags.

The four of them make their way back to Hikari’s house.

#mha #mha fluff #fluff story #boku no hero fanfic #my hero acedamia #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #established couple #love #mha x reader #midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya smut ideas #izuku midoriya x reader smut #izuku midoriya #inko midoriya #mha midoriya #bnha midoriya #bakugo katsuki fluff #bakugo katsuki smut ideas #bakugo katsuki x reader smut #bakugou katsuki #mha bakugou #bakugou x reader #bnha bakugou #bnha bakugo katsuki #polyamory #polyamourous #nonmonogamy

[parasite-core]

Last night in pathfinder we delved into the depths of the Dancing Hut once again. Our shadows got stolen by Rasputin, we played poker against a Thanadaemon, and we got our first taste of planet Earth—by being attacked by WWI Russian soldiers, a tank, having to dodge land mines, and there was a horrible zombie amalgamation on fire that no one liked.

@scarlet-the-girl

After our brief encounter with Rasputin, we found ourselves in the Dancing Hut’s new configuration—with no clear exit to the outdoors as per usual. There was a set of double doors and a ladder leading up.

Aenland had Nevra knock over a nearby bookshelf and began trying to find a secret door, convinced it would be like the first time where the door was locked behind the bookshelf—but it was just a wall.

While he did that, Nestian looked around upstairs. He found what appeared to be a bottomless pit. He called Aenland up to look at it with his special eyes. The elf left Edeya in charge of looking for a secret door (when he was out of sight she cast detect magic and determined it was just a wall and left it alone) then went to join our bear friend. He could see that the so-called bottomless pit was actually a major image—it was just part of the floor. He went to go run around on it while Nestian called the others up to join them. The trap door was too small for the Dragonkin, so Nevra and Talsune were left behind, but Cesseer joined us, curious to join our adventures as promised.

Nestian looked down another trap door and found a room made of candy. It tried to tempt him into eating some, but he resisted its pull. He warned the others that he got a bad feeling that they shouldn’t eat the candy, no matter how tasty it looked. He also saw a big set of double doors, and asked Calio or Aenland to have their Dragonkin open the double doors downstairs. Calio had Talsune do so, and Nestian saw the doors downstairs open. We had a way for the Dragonkin to join us after all.

We all entered the candy room, and almost everyone succeeded in resisting the tempting call of eating the candy—everyone but Talsune, who broke off a piece of a nearby table and ate it. He succeeded on a fortitude save and felt the worms wriggling inside of it before he swallowed, spitting it out in disgust. Calio got a phantom sensation of the taste of it in equal disgust.

When Talsune spat out the maggot infested chocolate, three Boogeymen appeared in the room to attack the intruders.

Calio tried to Boneshatter one, but it resisted the worst of it. It then retaliated by trying to Phantasmal Killer Calio, but Calio managed to resist succumbing to his worst fears. Even if he’d failed the saves he’s immune to death effects now, so it would have just been unpleasant to see his worst fears made manifest.

The party fought off the Boogeymen with little trouble from there, with Aenland killing the one that had tried to kill Calio, Cesseer killing another (kill stealing it from Aenland much to his displeasure), and Talsune beheading the final one.

The party looked around the room and found two exits, one through a wardrobe and one through a portal in the fireplace. As they looked they wondered where their rooms were in this configuration. In answer, the Geass tugged at them, asking who wanted this room. And it HAD to be one of them. No one was particularly keen on taking the work infested candy room, but Nestian finally agreed to. A cave entrance appeared in one wall—the entrance to Nestian’s room. Now we understood that each room we cleared would grant us access to our rooms. Calio called the room beyond the fireplace, which he could see through the portal was lined with skulls holding glowing candles. His door appeared in that room in response to the others agreeing to letting him have the skull room—but not before trolling him by arguing what if *they* wanted the skull room. Calio called Edeya and Aenland’s bluffs, knowing neither of them *actually* wanted the skull room.

The party decided, between the skull room or the pleasant forest landscape in the wardrobe, the forest was the better option. So they went through the wardrobe.

In the forest on the other side, they saw some strange insectoid creatures out the window with their backs to the party, Calio identified them as Derghodaemons. They were very far away, but it seemed like every time someone blinked or looked away they were ever so slightly closer.

Nestian moved closer to try to get a better look. When he did, for a moment he saw himself in the window, but then it vanished. He warned the others, and kept watching the window like a hawk.

There was only one exit, covered in thick vines they would have to remove to pass through. Calio got the idea to use Talsune’s fire breath to burn them away without approaching, but the fire turned out to be a slow ineffective means of removing the vines. Not willing to wait for the vines to burn away while whatever was going on with the window happened, Calio had Talsune approach the door with him on his back.

Talsune resisted the window’s effect and nothing happened.

Calio did not.

Calio found himself in a 2D space facing a forest. Everything hurt—he wasn’t meant to be 2 dimensional.

Everyone else saw Calio join the daemons as a form standing with his back to the party in the window.

Aenland and Edeya identified what the window was, and that smashing it would release Calio—and the two daemons. Nestian smashed the window without hesitation.

Calio was released, flanked by the two daemons. One immediately took two claw swipes at Calio and did constitution damage to the necromancer.

Aenland was quick on the draw and killed the daemon who hadn’t acted yet, leaving Calio no longer flanked.

Calio retaliated against the other one by trying to dismiss the daemon, but it resisted his spell. He instead used a quickened inflict serious wounds to at least get some damage in. Then Talsune joined the fray, stabbing the creature from Abbadon in retaliation for harming his partner.

Then Cesseer slipped in beside Calio and slayed the daemon (once again upsetting Aenland for ‘kill stealing’, although Calio was more than happy to give it to her).

With the cursed window gone, the party was free to remove the burning vines at their leisure. They also designated this room as leading to Aenland’s room, after he and Edeya played rock, paper, scissors for it (although Edeya thought the location was more fitted to Aenland anyways).

The next room was a garden. The party immediately spotted four assassin vines trying to camouflage themselves amongst the underbrush. And sitting amongst them was an enormous overgrown mandragora. He asked if his mother’s honored riders had brought anything for Baba Yaga’s first son.

Calio kept him talking, telling him his mother had gone out for a while but asking what exactly he’d like. The mandragora said that the ‘queen with a heart of ice’ had brought him many human prisoners to eat, and he’d like more of those. Calio told him that could be arranged, but at the same time he telepathically told Aenland that this thing was a danger that would just keep sucking people dry and should be taken care of. Calio kept the Mandragora distracted, until Aenland unleashed a volley of arrows into him, followed by Calio casting a Flame Strike spell on both him and one of the nearby Assassin Vines—instantly killing the vine.

The mandragora pulled itself up and hobbled over to stand before the party, before letting out an earsplitting wail. Almost everyone managed to cover their ears and bear it, except for Aenland, whose sensitive elven ears were his downfall. He was nauseated from his eardrums being rattled so badly.

Nevra began singing for the rest of the party, and tried to calm Aenland. Calio called down another Flame Strike, killing another Assassin Vine and leaving the mandragora badly singed. Followed by Talsune chopping the mandragora into thin slices—an unsettling liquid dripping out of it between the slices. The two remaining vines went down quickly between Nestian, Cesseer, and Nevra.

As only Edeya was left without a room, her door appeared here. She bemoaned getting the shriveled up corpse room, but Calio pointed out that they could remove the corpses and then it was just a tangled vine room.

There was another door forward, so the party moved onwards, and came out in a room with a single candlestick set up on a table. Once everyone had entered, the shadows in the room twisted and moved and five Shadow Demons formed around the room. They bemoaned that someone had already stolen our shadows, as Rasputin had told them that they could have them. For the first time we noticed that none of us had shadows. We realized that Rasputin had stolen them when he’d appeared previously, and he could gain information about us and our abilities from our shadows. Anything we knew, he now knew. The only things he wouldn’t know now were things we learned along the way, between now and whenever we face him again.

We fought the Shadow Demons, as without shadows they simply wanted us dead. Despite their heavy resistances, we dispatched them with surprising ease.

Calio had a bit of a hard time with one that kept dodging his attempts to cast Harm on it (nat 1s are a hell of a thing). Aenland easily dispatched two with Ghost Touch and injured another. Nestian finished it off. Edeya paralyzed one with Hold Monster and Talsune coup de graced it. The one Calio was having difficulty with got a beating from Cesseer and tried to flee—provoking an attack of opportunity from both the caster and the monk. Calio finally hit with Harm, bringing the demon down to 1hp. Cesseer’s attack hit, killing the fleeing demon, and clearing out the room.

Another door appeared. Looking into it, it led to a hall with doors to each of the companion’s rooms.

The fireplace in this room led to a room full of coffins there was also a locked door. The party decided to unlock the door first and see what might be there. Nestian used Baba Yaga’s besom and undid the lock. Opening it, they saw the skull room Calio had claimed. They decided they ought to check that room and clear it if ranger first before going forward to the coffin chamber.

They found a doll tied and crucified on a table. She mouthed words asking for help. Nestian sensed no ill-intend from the doll, so he pulled out one of the nails from her hands.

This triggered a trap, and a powerful Firestorm spell was set off. Talsune, who is immune to fire, shielded the doll from harm, as the fire would have likely destroyed her and made all attempts to help her have been for naught. The rest of us dodged either partially or completely.

Nestian finished pulling the nails from the doll’s limbs. The doll thanked us, then opened her mouth wide before she said she needed—she couldn’t finish her sentence before she went inanimate. We mused over what she might need, and came to the conclusion that she needed food. We gave her a goodberry, and she reanimated. She thanked us again and introduced herself as Vasilisa’s doll. She told us the story of a young girl named Vasilisa whose cruel stepmother and stepsisters sent her to get food from their neighbor Baba Yaga. Baba Yaga had made their girl stay in the Dancing Hut and do impossible chores for three days. During that time the doll had helped the girl to complete the tasks so that she would be allowed to leave. The girl was granted freedom and a boon from Baba Yaga for beating her—she got revenge on her horrid stepmother and stepsisters and married a tsar. However Baba Yaga was quite livid about having been vested by a child—for a second time at that. She took her anger out on the doll, and has been torturing Vasilisa’s doll when the mood struck her ever since.

The other time children got the better of Baba Yaga was what the candy room was a remnant of—two children had escaped her clutches by locking her in her own oven. It was all very embarrassing for a nearly deific being.

The doll warned the party that the world they had come to, Earth, was inhabited only by humans. No elves, no talking bears, no catgirl aliens, no…well, Calio is human but he almost doesn’t look it anymore.

Vasilisa’s doll also let the party know that if they were looking to leave the hut, they would have to cross by the Coffin Man, and he was in a foul mood. He could be reasoned with, but it was likely he didn’t want to be.

The party went back to the fireplace that led to the room full of coffins, and went to face the Coffin Man. The man in question was a Thanadaemon with a scythe, truly the embodiment of Death itself. The Coffin Man invited the party to play a game with him. 5 draw poker. The first two hands would be playing for a secret, the final hand would be playing for keeps—if the party won they could leave, if they lost their lives were forfeit.

The party agreed to these terms and sat at the poker table, getting dealt in. Cesseer won the first round despite not knowing that her hand was good, and the Coffin Man told us about how Rasputin had already died before. He’d been murdered for the use of magic to cure the tsar’s son. No one knows how he returned to life, but he’s died multiple times since and always returns. His soul is stitched to his body. On the day that everything turned yellow, despite Baba Yaga having a deal with that king that he would stay out of her territory, the queen with a heart of ice was in contact with her brother for the first time in years and learned he was alive.

Later, Baba Yaga heard from Rasputin, and had to see for herself that he still lived. She didn’t even take her young new protege with her—when the Thanadaemon said this he was clearly looking at Calio—which was a mistake, but Baba Yaga is not known to always heed others’ advice and warnings.

Another hand was dealt. I forget exactly who won, I think it was either Nestian or Edeya, all I know is it wasn’t Cesseer who folded immediately saying her hand was all junk, and it wasn’t Aenland who went for all of one suit and ended up with only 4. Either way, it wasn’t the house, so again the Thanadaemon revealed a secret.

The burning village we could now see outside of the windows was called Akuvskaya. Time worked differently in the Dancing Hut than outside—we had already been on Earth for a full evening, and the people outside had mobilized a force against us who were lying in wait to ambush us once we came out.

The daemon dealt the third hand. The one that would determine if we would leave, or if we would die. We were not permitted to fold if we wanted to leave, we had to stay in the game to the end.

Each of us showed our hands. Some of us had some really good hands. But then the Thanadaemon laid down his cards. A flush.

Nestian revealed that he’d seen the daemon cheating—he’d dealt the cards to himself from the bottom of the deck. (Irl we have no idea what the GM did the get the exact right cards, because we shuffled them for him and the deck was never out of sight. He said he’s been practicing magic tricks.)

The Thanadaemon said it didn’t matter. The time of Baba Yaga was at an end. The explosive runes on the cards went off, blowing up everyone around the table. At the same time, more daemons burst from the coffins around the room. We drew our weapons and prepared for fight for our lives.

Nevra started singing, and Aenland immediately peppered the Coffin Man with arrows, leaving him badly injured. The Thanadaemon retaliated by swinging his scythe through Aenland, Nestian, and Edeya. Or that was the plan, but Nestian knocked both Aenland and Edeya away and took the brunt of the blow himself.

One of the other daemons spat a glob of spittle at Nestian that was meant to make the sleepy bear fall asleep, but he managed to keep himself awake and aware.

Nestian turned and attacked the Thanadaemon, very nearly killing him if not for his damage resistances.

Calio finished the job with a Boneshatter, causing the skeletal daemon to crumple in on himself like a tinfoil ball.

After that it was practically clean up, as the water daemons weren’t terribly threatening even with their large numbers. Talsune cut through one and Calio killed one from full health with his new Destruction spell. Aenland killed one and injured two more—leaving one in the corner just barely alive enough for Cesseer to finish the job, and the other was turned to stone by Edeya.

With no more daemons and the way outside clear, the party decided to take a rest back in the cauldron room before going straight into what they knew was an ambush.

Revitalized, the party took their first steps outside into Earth. Russia, 1918, not that this means anything to our party.

All except Calio, who decided that if they were walking right into an ambush, he was going to pilot the Dancing Hut and cause some havoc of his own.

When the rest of the party stepped outside, they saw Rasputin in the distance with a headless horseman and what looked like a pile of burning corpses. There were also three buildings with soldiers armed with guns, and a huge ass tank stuck in the mud.

Rasputin made a big show of us being his nemesis who he’s totally never seen before and definitely didn’t spill all of Elvana’s secrets to last time we met, before he gave the Dullahan orders to to ahead to the prison camp to wait for him. Then he threw a teleporting grenade at Nestian and vanished. Nestian batted the grenade into the sky where it exploded harmlessly. We identified his spell as project image—which meant the real Rasputin was somewhere nearby, although since we’d have to fight through all these soldiers first he’d have ample time to beat a hasty retreat.

Aenland had Nevra fly close to the ground towards the tank—until a landmine detonated behind him in the path of where he’d flow, and he and Nevra decided to swoop up higher to avoid setting off further mines.

The duo got as close to the tank as they currently could, and Aenland began picking off soldiers within while Nevra began singing to inspire him.

Calio piloted the Dancing Hut, stepping on a mine but remaining unfazed as the Hut was a hardy fucker. It stopped, still a good distance from the battle, and shot an Incendiary Cloud out at two of the buildings full of soldiers, who began to smolder.

Nestian cast Cheetah’s Sprint on himself and flung himself forward through the minefield. He batted a mine away so it exploded harmlessly in the air, and then climbed up the side of the nearest building full of soldiers, pulling himself inside and fighting them up close and personal. The soldiers panicked, not having expected a supernaturally fast bear wielding an axe to attack them today.

Edeya grabbed Cesseer and teleported them both across the battlefield, and Cesseer climbed up to join Nestian fighting the soldiers hand-to-hand in the building. Or blade to gun as it were. Regardless, between her, Nestian, and the Dancing Hut’s fire, everyone in that building either died or fled.

Down on the ground, the pile of burning bodies animated and began rushing forward along the road towards the Dancing Hut. The soldiers who saw it swore and crossed themselves. Calio identified the monstrosity as a Corpse Orgy. Lovely name, Paizo, thanks for that.

Edeya was directly in the horrible amalgamation’s path, and ended up its first target as it lashed out at her.

Calio directed the Dancing Hut forward, and they smashed into the pile of animate bodies—reaching over Edeya’s head to crush them. Unfortunately bludgeoning damage was not particularly effective against this creature, even from the Dancing Hit itself.

Aenland had Nevra drop him into the tank, and—after taking a number of bullets—he began hunting down the remaining soldiers within. At the same time Nevra clung to the outside of the building like a big lizard and began stabbing people through the window openings with her glaive.

Nestian took a running leap and landed in the next building, where he beheaded a bunch of guys with a single swing, chomped through another guy’s jugular, and the final remaining soldier in that building decided ‘actually fuck all of this’ and fled.

Cesseer decided Nestian had this covered, and jumped down to the ground to help Edeya and Calio, but this ungodly amalgamate proved to have unnaturally tough skin that was hard for Cesseer to overcome.

The pile of corpses turned and bashed into Cesseer, setting her alight. Calio retaliated with the Dancing Hut, having it take two slashes with its claws on top of ramming into the animated pile of bodies. This was far more effective than just ramming into it like before.

Edeya, who had stepped back onto the porch of the Dancing Hut, cast Heal and stepped forward to release the powerful positive energy. The horrible burning amalgamation resisted, but still took a shitton of damage.

Aenland finished clearing out the tank—and discovering he had a crippling allergy to black powder that makes it impossible for him to wield a gun himself—and he ran out and jumped back onto Nevra’s back to join in the fun outside.

Nestian took a running leap with Cheetah’s Sprint, but the next building was too far away. That didn’t stop him from running up to the building and climbing straight up it like he had the first, and then becoming a whirlwind of death with his axe and just killing everyone inside.

Calio had the Hut slash at the corpse amalgamate once again, and it was barely holding together. Cesseer asked him if he minded her going ahead and taking care of it, to which he told her to be his guest. So she took care of putting the undead thing out of its misery.

Once the battle was over, Calio felt the room he was in begin shaking. He was ejected from the Hut, and then the Dancing Hut began running into the forest, making a very visible path for the party to follow.

With our first encounter on planet Earth under our belts, it’s time to delve deeper into this foreign land to sniff out Baba Yaga’s only son, Rasputin, regain our shadows, and free Baba Yaga.

I’m sure it’ll be that easy and straightforward, with nothing horribly unexpected happening what-do-ever 🙂

#pathfinder #Rasputin must die #reign of winter #PF weekly

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163 780 km

Tweed Heads | Tamworth | Gunnedah | Mt Tamborine | Brisbane | Stradbroke Island

Okay okay – So now that I am not working (only for the last week) – I feel like I have waaaaay more stuff to share. Which highlights why working a 9-5 job 48 weeks a year can limit your experiences. So heres the highlights (please be proud of me and the amount of people I met – so this may be boring for anyone but me reading this but oh well) –

So the working week was a short week because I went to Tamworth on the Friday! But during the working week I:

Ø  practiced my longboarding (not skateboarding – I got in trouble for calling it skateboarding

Ø  hiked Burleigh heads (after driving 1 hour to hike somewhere else only to find that the road was closed – coincidentally the same road closure that Ollie and I camped at one night)

Ø  watched NSW lose the state of origin game with Eden while we ate pizza and drank a bottle of red

Ø  said goodbye to my lovely residences

Ø  packed for Tamworth

Tamworth / Gunnedah

-          drove for 10 hours on Friday – SAW MUMMA

-          played 3 x games on Saturday. Got smoked in all three games but actually had so much fun. Our team scored two tries for the day – and I happened to score one of them. Therefore I scored 50% of our team’s tries. No big deal.

-          Saw Carrissa and Al (Jack’s mates from UNE)

-          Saturday night got on the piss in Tamworth and then drove to Gunnedah and did it all over again. Highlights: Walked back to the hotel with a random on my shoulders, challenged someone to a dance off and did the worm, two girls jumped in the pool in minus 4 degree weather, ate some nuggets.

-          Had some lovely chats with a girl I knew from owls (Sus Cooke (like Sooz)).

-          Drove 10 hours back on Sunday

Tweed

-          Went out for breaky with Eden – so sad to say bye to that girl

Mt Tamborine : OMG – what a beautiful part of the world. It’s a small town on a mountain (obviously) with lots of small hikes and waterfalls to look at. In the two days I was there I did:

-          Watched the sunset for 3 hours

-      ��   Curtis falls + Lower creek loop = super touristy to the falls but the rest was quiet

-          Cedar falls – got there before anyone and it was magical

-          The knoll section – beautiful views. Super muddy – RIP the girl doing it in her white locoste shoes

-          Witches Falls Section – again – beautiful. It’s a walk through the forest to see a waterfall. More forest and a lagoon! At the Lagoon I met another solo female hiker named Sarah. She’s a biologist from the US. She’s been here for a few months doing her post doc studies on Zebra fish brains and how they find friends and also how they interact if they have autism. Very cool. I then invited her to come do the sky walk with me and I took her to see Cedar falls again.

-          Bearded dragon hotel – just visited to find some reptiles but instead found 3 x baby goats climbing over an alpaca. (See video for evidence)

Brisbane – saw Bren-dog! We went for a scoter ride to pick up his car and then later went out for some Thai food with him and Sam. I also had a chat with his roommate Grace who’s a naturopath. Really interesting. I tried some herbs – and lets just say her saying “If you can shot tequila, you can shot this” right before I took it – was justified.

I also had to clean Maurice and scrub a mark that was left on him whilst it was parked for the Tamworth trip! They guy left a note and paid for the products though which was lovely! Then I got my eyebrows tattooed – painful at the beginning but fine otherwise. That evening I went for a walk and found a light house (no exercise allowed for 7 days post brows).

I also tried my shewee for the first time – I used it standing up (outside – in the dark) – and I definitely got some splash back. Might try just straight into a container or something next time.

Stradbroke Island – OH MY GOD - It was amazing!!! I caught the early ferry (stayed in the car park overnight – the security guard came up to me whilst I was cooking and told me that it was all good to stay the night and to get up quickly if I hear someone cutting my exhaust pipe – thanks mate).

I met a girl named Laura Lilly (cool name) on the ferry ride over there (also an American scientist who studies marine animals). She was heading over for a surf. Super lovely meeting her. When I got to Stradbroke – this is what happened:

-          North Gorge Walk – got up close and personal with a little kangaroo

-          Saw some whales and dolphins

-          Walked out the deadman’s beach and frenchaman’s beach

-          Saw a cool cave thingy

-          Sat on the grass and watched a big group of people painting. I started talking to the guy there who runs the classes – and he said I had a very calm and patient presence and that painting is my calling. You heard it here first boys and girls.

-          Met a couple named Mark and Kerrie with their dog Charlie. They let me borrow their binoculars and I saw the whales jumping out of the ocean and handing on their backs – soooooo cool

-          Got some gelato

-          Did the North Gorge walk again

-          Came home – Met a beautiful women on the ferry who had her first day of work over on the island at the indigenous medical centre. If there’s an emergency on the island – they send a chopper.

Now I’m still sitting in Brisbane – heading to the sunshine coast tomorrow to spend some time there before starting work there on Monday!

Adios amigos!!!

Things I learnt:

-          Salmon swim upstream

-          Zebra fish have translucent bodies for the first 3 weeks of their life and you can see brain activity

-          Toilets on busses can overflow

-          Not being a leader in a footy game makes it more fun for me as I don’t take it as seriously

-          That I am getting better at talking to strangers – even the ones I wouldn’t normally see myself getting along with – but apparently I have been judging a book by its cover in the past.

-          Humpback whales have no teeth

-          30 000 Humpback whales are moving across the east coast of Australia right now

Things I am grateful for:

-          My ability to talk to strangers

-          My mum

-          Honest people when they hit your car

-          Compound liquid

-          Binoculus

-          Having a vehicle

Also only 2 more weeks until I get to see Ollie!!

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#selfie bee #I'VE PASSED THE MASTER THESIS DEFENCE #!!!!!! #I ENDED UP WEARING THE PINK BLAZER I DON'T KNOW IF THE PROFESSORS LIKED IT BECAUSE IT WAS ON ZOOM AND THEY MOSTLY SAW MY SHINY FOREHEAD #it's a bit scary to think that soon I'll probably have an entire degree #I honestly did not think that far ahead #what will I do now?? get a real adult job? do adult things? buy a tupperware #I keep thinking but the only job I ever really wanted was to be a mall Santa and I think that is a difficult job market to get into #in a country with no mall Santa industry #I will also probably move #but where D: #I feel like the German northern seaside might be nice but I've never really been there #except the class trip in 8th grade where one of the girls in my room drank a bottle of wine that she found in a bush #and our teacher smelled it and then we had to have a meeting with her at 3am #she was very angry but no one knew details and in the end no one got in trouble #also another girl ate a worm #it was a pretty good class trip #I also was there with my parents when I was a toddler but we only stayed for 2 days because the hotel did not have any Nutella #and I would not stop screaming #It's probably better to find a job first and then move #it's very scary and exciting!! #I hope there will be dogs #I used to be very mindful about loading the dishwasher #but lately I just put in everything #last week I loaded a dishwasher with only frying pans

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whorehouse. || 💦

➥ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧 𝐱 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

➥ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 | 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬! 𝐚𝐮, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

➥ 𝐖/𝐂 |  4k

➥ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 | 𝐧𝐨, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞.

➥ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱! , 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞, 𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐬, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥!𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥!𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲.

multi-fandom ask requested by @light164star​ hope you enjoy this my love!

in any normal university a fraternity represents ambition, passion, and integrity amongst brotherhood. but things were different in your university.

the Sigma Chi (ΣΧ)’s were different. they stayed in this big gorgeous frat house across campus, they threw the best parties and had the best of everything. they had the best selection of everything on campus, even down to the best dining hall. they were very selective to who they admitted. well, judging by the guys you saw leave that building it seemed as if they only accepted the best of the best. the best looking guys, best athletes, the academic powerhouses, the all rounders. every guy on campus wished they were one of them and every girl wished they could be with one of them. but the Sigma Chi’s never dated anyone. that was their number one rule.

and lastly, the sigma chi was rich. not because it was full of a bunch of guys who were spoiled rotten by their parents. not because the university provided them with full ride scholarships. but because the sigma chi house wasn’t what everyone thought it was. of  course it was a house of brotherhood, but they had subscribers all across campus. including you. and the university officials had yet to know that. not that anyone would snitch anyway, they practically had everyone wrapped around their fingers. they even managed to wane off some of the security guards and professors from scoping out their territory, giving them hush money for their loyalty.

i know what you’re thinking. no -- the sigma chi’s aren’t a mafia. despite their ways they’re actually far from a mafia. they were a fraternity. they were a business. and one thing for certain, two things for sure, don’t you ever meddle in the business of the sigma chi’s. no one has ever came back from that little mistake. as far as you were concerned the victims were basically wiped off the face of the earth, complete lost of contact, even their social media accounts deleted and deactivated. no one knew what the sigma chi’s did to them but no one wanted to find out either.

anyway, you held your head low while walking towards the steps of the house. not everyone on campus knew about their little secret but that still didn’t keep you from being embarrassed about yours. you were a happy subscriber and you weren’t going to deny that. sometimes you wondered how your application even got accepted. but it did. you went into the little convenience store they held in the building, waiting for kim seungmin/kang taehyun/ ju haknyeon, either one of them were required to check you in. they worked at the house convenience store but little did anyone know the trio were the brains behind the whorehouse. they didn’t handle much subscribers themselves, but faithfully took care of admissions and payments. oh, and also check in’s. no one could get service or even have access to the whorehouse without going through them first.

the motion detector chimed indicating that they had a customer. you bit your lips looking around a bit, hoping no one walked in right after you. hoping they would think you’re just there to purchase snacks or something. with his sleeves rolled up from handling the store’s stock--coming from the back was kim seungmin. he approaches the back of the counter and does a little head tilt, indicating that you needed to show your identification. you reached your fingers into your wallet and plucked up your student identification card, sliding it on the counter. he reaches for it and opens an app on his smartphone, making sure you were a paying subscriber. lord knows they had enough people behind on payments yet still trying to receive service. even though you knew you were up to date on your payments you still gulped. seungmin never really showed much of any facial expression which scared you. just a sullen, hard expression that made everyone around him think he hated them. 

“you’re all set. sign this slip”.

he grabbed the small notepad full of paper slips he’d printed and specially designed himself, writing the date and his signature signifying that he approved your service. it was your job to sign the bottom line though confirming your consent to anything included in your service. you swiftly grabbed a pen and scribbled your signature.

“room 502. make sure you give them that or else you’ll have to leave”.

you nod and place the slip in your pocket, taking the elevator to the floor. you admit you were nervous as hell, this is how you were each visit. when you’re a subscriber you don’t know what type of service you can get. you’re just assigned to a random room and you’re promised a good orgasm-- several even--- by the time you leave. the way university was stressing you out these days that’s all you needed. your feet finally approach the door and you knock hesitantly. the door opens a bit, just enough to show his face and they grey and black silk robe he was wearing. it was choi yeonjun. fuck. you were scheduled with choi yeonjun today. there was no doubt in your mind that you’ll be fucking ruined.

“slip?”.

you fished it out of your pocket and showed him. he took it and nodded before crumbling it and tossing it in the nearby trash can. he opened the door further, you could see the dark room only illuminated by the deep red lights that lined the perimeter of the room. your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach at the sight of handcuffs, a pack of gummy worms and a vibrator sitting on the edge of the bed.

“come in”.

you nervously slipped through the crack of the door while he shuts it behind you. the room smelled like cherries, it always did for some reason. you stood there and swallowed. you could hear yeonjun faintly chuckling behind you, his hand brushing along your waist.

“you scared baby?”.

“y-yes”. you stammer. he kisses your cheek.

“you should be. take those panties off and get on all fours for me”.

“okay”. you stuttered once more doing as you were told. you came here enough to know that clothes always went on the clothing rack beside the door. fully naked you hesitantly crawl on the bed and remain on all fours just as instructed. you could hear the clashing metal of the handcuffs behind you as yeonjun undoes them and hooks them around both of your wrists and around the headboard. the cold metal ring clung painfully tight around your wrists and you gasp a little at how rough he was.  your back was now arched in the perfect bow and anything he wanted to do he could do it, your body was at his full disposal. you could feel his hand slide down your midsection and your breathing hitched. he removes it and lowers himself to the level of your face just to glare into your eyes. you stared into the abyss of his eyes in fear. he takes two fingers and rub them together, smearing the wetness he collected from you before slipping them in his mouth. he then slides it out.

“you’re not wet enough”.

and on that note he shifts to another side of the room and you heard the familiar sound of goo melt into the palm of his hand. you wince at how cold it was when he coated you with it, getting a good rub on your clit before slipping his fingers inside of you just to coat you that way. a subtle moan left your lips when he did so, unbeknownst to you that yeonjun had other plans when it came to your needy noises.

“none of that today,”. he says in response before picking up a pack of long heavy gummy worms. “that’s what these are for”. he ripped the pack open and grabbed a handful just to go over and shove between your lips. “I don’t want to hear any sounds from you today, you understand?”. you nod with the gummy treats in between your teeth. they were so thick you didn’t know how anyone could ever chew through them.

the buzzing noise of the vibrator rang behind you and your feet immediately grew cold. you couldn’t back out now. you paid for this. this is what you subscribed for. you had to take it.

yeonjun clutches your thighs and slides himself beneath you, face to face with your pussy that was practically begging for him at this point. you felt the smooth, thick grey vibrator slip past your slippery folds pushed deep inside you. in an instant you no longer knew how you were going to keep your legs in place this whole time. you started breathing hard gnawing on the gummies as hard as you possibly could. “shaking already baby? you’re going to have a hard time today”.

he steadily holds the toy, sinking it between your folds and pulling it back out slowly relishing the way your wetness coated it. moans awaited in your throat yet you forced them back down. yeonjun loved the way your pussy looked from this angle but most importantly he loved the way your clit looked. plump and glistening with lube. he softly hums and slides his tongue against it. you gasp but this time refusing to exhale.

“mmm”. he hums again and gives it another cat lick before pushing his face closer and coddling it between his lips. you decided to breathe, as shaky as it sounded at least you weren’t making any noises. but fuck you wanted to. the way he was twisting and moving the toy inside you, the way his wet tongue felt curling against your clit, you wanted to collapse. and he knew it.

he groans after pulling away from your folds with a thin spit string to follow but he couldn’t keep himself from going in for more. he ate you like a hungry tiger, each taste of you is like heaven in the coil of his tongue.  that’s what killed you the most. that’s what made your legs tremor the most. yeonjun didn’t eat pussy as if he wanted to eat pussy. he ate pussy as if he needed to eat it. and that made all the difference.

every lick sent electricity straight to his groin. the fact that you were shaking above him unable to do anything but breathe heavy and take whatever he was giving you turned him on. he thought your little lips were so soft, pretty and scrumptious. he slid his tongue around every crease and fold refusing to neglect a sector. he always had an unquenchable desire to please. your insides burned with agony. he told you that you weren’t allowed to make noise yet he ate you like this? you couldn’t take it. your breathing was already heavy and your legs were already on the verge of collapsing so if he didn’t stop within the next 5 seconds you’d be a moaning mess through the gummies in your mouth.

he fucks you with the toy a bit faster,  twisting it inside you while he flat tongued your clit prior to sucking it gently; hallowing his cheeks in the process. your eyes close and the jolts of pleasure made your tummy cave in. your heart rate soars and now your wrists were writhing desperately inside the cuffs. it felt so fucking good. god, it felt so good. your torso was on fire. his fingers dug into your innermost thigh while his tongue further explored you. he licks a particular spot that you weren’t quite fond of anyone licking, sending a bone shuddering moan through the air.

“ ffuckk! please!”.

yeonjun halts his movements at the sound of it. you mentally cursed at yourself. how could you be so stupid?

“what was that?”.

you swallowed. you agreed to keep silent. that was a bad choice. he slipped himself from underneath you and approached your face, grabbing your jaw roughly forcing his attention on him.  “answer me when I’m speaking to you”.

lord knows you wanted to. but he looked so incredibly scary like this your jaw trembled at the thought of even replying. he lets go of you forcing your head to drop back down in between your shoulders. “you don’t want to fucking listen right?”. you heard a barely audible chuckle but you knew he wasn’t chuckling because anything was humorous. “I got something for you”.

the sound of that made your heart drop. you didn’t know what the hell that meant. your mind couldn’t even grasp what it could possibly mean. all you knew was that you were handcuffed to this bed in this dark red room, your body in the position of complete freewill. after a couple of minutes more of drowning in the fear of your own thoughts the door behind you open and close. you heard not one set-- but other sets footsteps creak the floor. your eyes grew as wide as moons. little did you know though, this was all apart of their plan. yeonjun knew you wouldn’t be able to take what he was doing to you.

“since you don’t know how to shut up, I brought some friends who won’t mind doing it for you”.

squatting to your eye level was lee juyeon, another one of sigma chi’s most honorable members. he does this sly smirk before rubbing your cheek with his hand. “how you doing precious?”. your heart began to pound dangerously fast. sliding his hand through your hair was hwang hyunjin, on the other side of your face wearing the same smirk as juyeon. “damn you’ve got a pretty one jun”. he comments. if you weren’t bound to the headboard you’d run out of sheer nervousness. but you couldn’t.

juyeon grabbed your jaw and glares into your eyes steadily, almost as if he were searching for something. with him doing this you hadn’t even noticed that yeonjun and hyunjin disappeared behind you. “you have some pretty lips. you know that? show me how well you can suck my dick“.

he fiddles with the waistband of his briefs, giving you a gorgeous view of his chiseled body and you wanted to melt right then and there. however someone was groping your thighs underneath you and you realized yeonjun was back in the same position as before. and hyunjin was above him, his hands groping your ass and kneading it. he spills some lube into the palm of his hand and shoves two slendery, slippery fingers inside your ass without warning. you choked on your own spit and wince at the pain. he rubbed his clothed dick against you, biting his lips.

“have you ever done anal before baby?”.

you shudder. “nno i haven’t”.

he hums before scissoring his fingers inside you a bit more, stretching you out so his dick could fit perfectly. you’ll admit, you weren’t too keen on anal before hyunjin stuffed his dick inside you and filled you to the brim. yeonjun attaches his lips to your clit again, and juyeon rubs his dick against your lips forcing you to take him in whole. more than anything you didn’t know you’d be experiencing this. being ruined by three men instead of one.

you hummed against the shaft of juyeon’s dick at the feeling of yeonjun’s tongue licking your soft folds through and through, all the while hyunjin’s giving you soft thrusts from behind. the delicious mix of pleasure made you delirious. your tummy caved in and your thighs were trembling once again. and oh yeah, yeonjun got his wishes of you staying quiet. juyeon was filling your mouth so much a sound could barely be audible. juyeon slips his hands in your hair, jerking your head back just so he could see your mouth filled his precum. he grins.

“a subscriber of the whorehouse gets used like a whore. you like this shit don’t you?”.

hyunjin grips your waist harder and chuckles. “she can’t talk with her mouth full. she’s being a lady”.

juyeon smirks and glances down at you trying to suck him as far as you could possibly reach. “is that true? you’re trying to be polite?”.

yeonjun smirks and licks another stripe up your wet swollen clit before chiming in. “if so, shes at the wrong place. polite prissy princesses don’t get fucked and sucked this good”.

hyunjin slams a hand down on your ass, making it jiggle underneath his palm. “they sure don’t”. you groan against juyeon’s length feeling like you could pass out any second. he thrusted himself between your lips steadily loving the sloppy, messy sounds your mouth was making in the process.

“look at you...you suck dick and take it good. who taught you this?”. juyeon growls.

you softly whine, crying in response. numerous moans left your throat but it was a mystery on whether or not they’d actually be heard. it didn’t even matter though because all three of them was groaning loud enough to drown out the sound of yours. you felt like you were going to lose your damn mind being used like this. the pleasure of it all made your toes curl and body shiver. yeonjun’s wet lips were coated in nothing but you precum at this point and hyunjin speeds up the movements of his waist, snapping into you like he’d never get a chance to do it again. well, considering the system of the whorehouse he just might not. and he was making it evident.

“fuck, your pretty ass”. hyunjin groans while throwing his head back and biting his lips, slamming you back against his waist every chance he got. your ass was pretty like this, stemming down from your cinched waist it was plump and perfect from this angle. hyunjin thought he could watch it bounce against him all day if he could. you unintentionally pushed back on him leaving a hum of approval sputtering from him lips. “oh shit”. he grumbled.

“she’s fucking you while riding yeonjun’s face. shit, I like her”. juyeon licks his lips while holding your hair in up a makeshift ponytail. tears jerk from your eyes as he shoves his dick down your throat again before pulling it back out. you gagged enough to spit his precum back over his tip.

“I like her too”. hyunjin mentions, completely stopping his hips just to watch you desperately fuck yourself to an orgasm. a throaty groan became a murmur as your legs trembled and the familiar wave of electricity washed over your whole entire body. you didn’t know how much more you could take.

“she’s pulsating so hard around my tongue I think she’s about to cum”.

“she’s so cute look at her fucking herself. you gonna cream all over us baby?”. hyunjin groans.

your high pitched whine rang through the steamy atmosphere and as if your body listened to hyunjin words you did just that, your juices spilling down his thighs and waterfalls down yeonjun’s chin. hyunjin slips his fingers into the curve of your waist and fucks a bit more until your ass was filled with his cum, and the sticky contents of juyeons fluids were already slithering down your throat. your body spasmed and jerk so hard and yeonjun licks the aftershocks out of you before getting up and fucking your throat until he got a fix of his own. he grunts and roughly pulls your hair while he does so, letting his hot cum spill down your throat after he was finished. your limbs felt so weak. you wanted to just stay there and sleep. but unfortunately you had to walk back to your residence hall in this condition. it was fucking worth it though.

after you were freed from the handcuffs you could see the bruised rings on your wrist from them both. “put your clothes back on, go back to your dorm and take care of yourself baby”. yeonjun speaks just before they all vacated the room.

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[osakunt]

「𝟭:𝟮𝟯 𝗽𝗺」 - 𝗧𝗼𝗷𝗶.𝗙

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"Megumi, you can let go now"

"Thank you do being an amazing mother figure in my life"

"Of course sweetheart. Thank you for letting me be that figure" smiling you ruffle the teenage boys hair glad to see that he was alright. When he came back looking dead from retrieving Sukuna's finger and fighting the curse with the death paintings you were rushing towards him once Yuuji and Nobara came running towards you saying that your beloved child was dead.

"Let me make sure that head of yours is alright. You were bleeding pretty badly when you got back" you inspect him making sure he was fully okay before dressing the wound on his head and kissing it, giving him another motherly hug.

"There she is !!! (Y/n)-san !!!"

"Not now, child" you quickly hush up Gojo who walked in whining about a small cut on his hand he had done to himself on purpose to go see you.

"What's the real reason you're here ?"

"To greet the most gorgeous women on earth" he smiles hugging you, smooshing his cheek with yours.

"Bullshit. You want something. What is it ?" You look up from the twin dogs Megumi had summoned.

Gojo smiles swiping his phone then turning towards you shoving it up to you face. Snatching the phone from away from your face you look at the picture of the man. Your eyebrow quirking up you let out a low chuckle.

"Greet him for me" you give back the phone, going back to check on the dogs in front of you. Megumi starting to get curious he looks over at the phone that was now locked.

Forgetting about it in a second he turns to you asking if his dogs were fine. " they'll be fine. Just let 'em rest." Sending him off and making sure he was no longer around your infirmary - you close the door and lock it.

Sitting back down on your rolling chair you look at the blue eyes dumb ass in front of you. "Is he back or did you stalk him ?" 

Taking his sun glasses off he gives you an offended look ,clutching his chest. "That hurted you know !!!"

"hUrTeD....same lol"

"But no. I was walking by when I saw him. Just had to take a picture ya know ? I mean you did have a little fling with him after all~" he boops your nose cackling

"I sure fucking did. Best sex I've ever had, like bro what !! All in all fuck him. He ain't shit" you turn to your phone pointing at the pigtailed male on the screen "He can get it though" you smirk at the younger male whose eyes went wide for a minute.

"The death painting ?!! But he's like 150 or something !!" Gojo yells finding it a bit weird.

"Close the door for me, I'll be heading out now. Might stop by that bakery Kento talks about" 

"Oh oh get me something"

"Sure whatever"

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"Come again !!" The girl from behind the counter smiles, waving you off as you smile leaving the establishment already digging in your bag of baked goods.

"Damn, sis knows who to make a mean ass cookie" munching away on the soft cookie you turn a corner to a busy street killing any little cursed creature that popped up in your sight.

Digging in the back for something more to munch on, your arm gets grabbed dragging you into some ally.

"Of course you aren't. You kill curses for a living. Killed a man too but that's not my business" The man speaks up, putting his gun away in his pants and letting you go.

"Toji,huh. So why'd you bring me to an ally ? Looks suth af fuk" your words muffled from the piece of cake you had taken a bite from.

Grabbing the plastic container and fork from you hands, Toji presses you against a wall kissing your jaw line. "Long time no see, (y/n)" his voice seductively going into your ear.

"We saw each other last week,sir"

"Exactly. last week." He kisses your lips tasting the chocolate frosted cake that was suppose to be for Gojo.

"How's Megumi ?" His eyes soften as soon as he asked for his son.

You smile patting his chest "Got into it with some cursed thingy mabob. Patched him up and sent him to rest. He'll be fine though. Gave him some pain killers to chill him out. Probably knocked out, from how strong those are"

"Please take care of him for me. I trust that he'll be safe if you're around" Toji sighs burying his face into your hair as he came in for a hug.

"Sooooo no sex ?" You joke then feel his arms tighten around you. "Fine, fine. Megumi is in good hands with me. The work he does is dangerous - can't lie about that. I'll always be there to intervene if things go wrong."

His once tight embrace now looser from getting the assurance that you'd do anything for the kid. And of course you would. You were the first person after Gojo who he was introduced to. Having more trust in you he became like your own. Though you and Toji did indeed have a little something something going on, you never had anything against the boy. Now all you'd do with Toji was hook up when needed.

"I wish I got to meet his mom. Bet she was nice."

"She was. Thank you for stepping in"

"I'm tired of you people saying "thank you"- even though I knew whose kid he was, I just felt like I needed to be in his life. Not because of you, cause fuck you but because of him. As soon as Gojo brought him into the school, first thing the kid did was look at me and ran towards me. After that I felt an attachment to him. As is I were his guardian. By all means I did it willingly. No need to thank me" you finally hug back receiving a kiss on your lips.

"I know but still thank you......So back to what I was saying...." Toji unlatches himself from you giving you a knowing look, making your way out the ally.

"Yea I'm down for some rough, back blowing sex" you beam at the male making him wonder why you were like this.

"Don't shy away tonight either,mister." You smirk; that same smirk disappearing when the cake you were still eating was taken from your grasp and eaten.

"You know what ? I don't think I wanna smoosh with you anymore. By the way where's the ugly worm that's always around you ?"

Feeling himself revive at your antics, Toji swings an arm around you to bring you closer, kissing your temple. "Sure are the charmer, ain't you ?"

「𝘼 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪」

"I thought she said she had ended things with Megumi's dad." Gojo glares at the back of your head not understanding why you were with Toji.

"Probably fuck buddies" Shoko shrugs letting out the smoke from her lungs.

"Probably, but she said she wanted the pigtailed death painting !!"

"And she'll get him. Just let her do Toji, first. Take a picture so we have proof that we saw them. She won't tell us the details unless we show evidence"

"She also ate the cake that was suppose to be for me.."

"Fuck man. Let's go get your damn cake. Fucking cry baby, I swear" Shoko drags the white haired male to the same bakery, buying him three slices of the same cake you had gotten to shut his ass up.

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