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ynbabe · 18 days
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We don’t hate each other ୨୧ Arthur x fem! reader
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Y/n was Ollie's oldest friend, growing up with him as he raced his way up to formula one, somewhere in between she found Arthur Leclerc, found him a massive fucking pain in the ass that is until something changes when Ollie debuts in Carlos Sainz Ferrari.
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A always, comments and requests are always welcome! lemme know what y'all think of this!
Warnings: curses, lime
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y/nl/n
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y/nl/n GET THIS MAN IN A FERRARI ASAP 💪 💪 💪 😮‍💨
Username they're relationship is so important to me actually
username arent they just friends?? username girl you believe that? LOOK AT THEM THEY'RE LITERALLY MARRIED username theyre 18 go touch grass pls 😭
username GET THAT MAN IN A FERRARI!!!
Username shes so real for that bow, ollies so cute 🥹
olliebearman thank you for the very serious pictures of me, a very serious, very profession man
y/nl/n "very serious, very professional man"🤓 shut up you literally cried in my arms when you got called olliebearman i'm telling my pr officer to block you username did what in whose arms now?? username oooh so hes in love love
arthurleclerc Way to go Ols!
y/nl/n gtfo my post arthurleclerc gtfo off my fyp y/nl/n block me bitch arthurleclerc too much effort, cry olliebearman guys you're in public 😭
username whats with Arthur and Y/N? 😅
Username they're competing for Ollies love Username bro you wrong for that 😂
arthurleclerc
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arthurleclerc to MY bestfriend, congratulations on making it to Ferrari and f1! You deserve the best! Hope my brother treated you well.
username SHOTS!! HAVE!! BEEN!! FIRED!!
Username he know he wrong for that first photo
Username okay wait. How do both Leclerc have a Wattpad ass gay romance is it genetic??
Username bro all capped the my 😭
username mans petty as hell
username @/y/nl/n me personally, I wouldn't take that
username hes stealing your man girl go get him!!
oliiebearman Thank you Arthur! Yes he did!
arthurleclerc ur welcome ols ❤️ username @/y/nl/n were waiting for you boo username its the red heart for me Username Charles come get your brother!!! he's cosplaying you and max on main again
y/nl/n Congrats Ollie!! love you 🥰 (Not gonna make this abt myself like some other girls)
arthurleclerc revoking ur paddock pass btw 🥰 Olliebearman ... I'm blocking you both 🥰
username mans done with them 😂
You rolled your eyes as you saw Arthur's comment on yours, how could he be so childish. Forget it, you reminded yourself, today is for Ollie and Ollie only.
You waited in Ollie's driver room till he was done with the debrief, you'd go out to celebrate with him and his family later. His trainer had given him a pass on the diet, after all, scoring points in F1 was no joke.
You jumped off the chair you were lounging in, ready to hug the man as you heard the door open but to your disappointment, it was only Arthur.
You groaned as you saw the boy and he scowled in return. You never knew how your rivalry began. One moment you were visiting Ollie for the first time at Prema and the next you were in a screaming match with a Monagasuque man with the cutest accent.
"What are you doing?" He asked, rather, demanded.
"Waiting for my friend," you replied with the same annoyance in your voice, "What are you doing here?" you accused, stepping towards him.
He pulled a face, closing the gap, "Here to support my friend, you know cause we can actually stand each other,"
"Hah, sure, at least I'm not jealous of my friends, you know cause they actually make it into f1," you shrugged, knowing it was a low blow.
His face morphed into anger as he pushed closer towards you, "You need to shut up," he spoke in a low voice, you'd be scared of the taller, much stronger boy if you weren't doused in anger yourself.
"Make me then," why did you say that- Oh shit.
Your eyes widened as he kissed you, making both of you stumble back and fall on Ollie's driver room bed. You groaned as your back hit the mattress, the older boy breaking the kiss, looking down at you in concern.
"O-oh, my god! Y/n I'm so sorry, I don't know wh-" he began rambling but you couldn't let him win, could you? So you kissed him back, letting your hands run through his hair.
He led one hand to your waist, letting it fall under your shirt, he hissed at the warmth your skin radiated under his palms.
"Oh my god, OH MY GOD," Someone yelled, making Arthur push off the bed, and fall on the floor.
"Ollie this isn't what it looks like," he explained from the floor making you frown.
"It isn't?" you asked making him turn to you.
"No, it is," he explained to you, then turned to shocked Ollie in the doorway, "I mean- it is," he tried to explain.
Ollie paused for a moment, "On my bed, really?" he replied, disgust in his voice.
You picked up the pillow on his now messed up bed, throwing it at his head, "Shut up,"
He laughed as he ducked, "Hey, at least none of us had to intervene," he confessed making you and the boy who was now getting up off the floor groan in defeat.
olliebearman
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olliebearman never make out in my room again, I beg you
Y/nl/n sorry I stole your boyfriend, Ols
arthurleclerc you are still the love of my life, y/n's just a friend olliebearman DO NOT START THIS AGAIN
Username HUH?
username chat is this real rn? username fr thought they hated each other username bro said he was going to get his Wattpad enemies to lovers one way or the other
username Charles Leclerc it's your turn now.
charlesleclerc So all the ranting actually led to something?
y/nl/n he talks about me?? arthurleclerc NO I DIDN'T! Charles shut up or I'll tag someone you rant about. Charleslecler y/n changed you i dont like this relationship anymore username WHAT DO YOU MEAN??? Username First we get Arthur x y/n and now we are getting Charles read like filth 😭
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trying something new, thoughts?
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mytheoristavenue · 8 months
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TMNT 2012 Raphel Hamato x Reader - Give Me a Chance
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This was a commission from @virtualdonutenemy, thanks for the work! For any questions regarding commissions, go here.
Summary: After Raph watches your date with a classmate go south, he makes sure not to waste you getting all dolled up.
Warnings: Inuendo, angst, fluff, lime, possessive!Raph, overprotective!Leo, sheltered!Reader, rebounding, lust, sad/desperate!Reader, perv!Raph
You weren’t capable of letting down your smile. There was just no way, you were too excited. After months of subliminal flirting, bashful compliments, and loaning pencils, the cute guy in your comp sci class had finally asked you out and you couldn’t be happier. 
Carefully, you drug the felt tip of your lipgloss wand across your bottom lip, pursing and puckering to spread the shimmer evenly. Glancing down at your phone, you read the time and beamed again. You’d have just enough time to put on some earrings and shoes before having to leave. After doing so, you did a once-over in the mirror, twirling and giggling at the way the hem of your dress flew outwards. Suddenly, as if to rain on your parade, your phone began to buzz, shimmying around in its spot on your bed.
You were expecting to see the name of the gentleman you were meeting tonight, probably calling to cancel your evening plans. The name of your ‘eldest brother’ scrolling sideways across the screen brought you little relief, though. If the boys found out about your date, no doubt they’d try to interfere.
“Hello?” you answered cautiously, pacing through your living room.
“Where are you right now?” Leo’s stern voice rang out through the speaker.
“Home, why?” you asked, secretly impatient as you checked the time. Now you were definitely going to be late. 
“Hang tight, I’m on my way.” The announcement was so sudden that you hardly had time to react but blurted out a flustered opposition.
“N-No, I have a date!” Silence befell his end and you began to wonder if the line had gone dead or he’d maybe lost signal somehow. 
“A date?!” Leo furiously sprang back to life. “With who?!”
“The guy I told you about the other day…?” you murmured, hoping he could recall the conversation well enough for you to avoid elaborating.
“You didn’t tell he’d asked you out!” He pressed further, irritated at your lack of communication. 
“I knew you’d freak out!” you reasoned, a distressed tremble in your voice. “And besides, I didn’t think it was your business!”
“Your safety is our business,” Leo argued, stony as ever. “(Y/N), you know the rules.” The ‘rule’ in question forbade you from doing most things that required you to leave your home unless for school, or to visit the lair; on the few occasions you were allowed to, you were to wear bland clothes. Nothing attention-grabbing like the low cute, crimson red spaghetti strapped cocktail dress you now wore. “There’s no way you can be discrete in that dress, what if someone sees you and follows you home or worse-”
“Please, Leo!” you suddenly interjected. “I rarely ever leave get to do anything and I really like this guy! Please just let me do this one thing!”
The eldest sibling paused for a moment as if taken back, before finally sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Do you promise to be careful? Call us if anything- and I mean anything- goes wrong?”
“I swear, Leo!” You promised, holding your fists tightly to your chest, likely to keep your heart from beating out of it as you waited for his response. 
“Fine,” he reluctantly submitted, shaking his head on the other end. “Have fun and be careful, okay?”
“I will, thank you so much!” You squealed, excitedly stomping in place before abruptly hanging up, presumably to be on your way.
Rolling his eyes and pivoting to return to his training in the dojo, Leo froze when he noticed Raph standing in the doorway to said room, peridot eyes zeroed in on the exit. Before the older knew it, he was being passed by as the other turtle prepared to leave. “Don’t follow her,” Leo warned knowingly, crossing his arms as his younger brother bustled about the room to gather his things. “This is a terrible idea and you know it.”
“Leo’s right, Raph,” Don piped up, exiting the lab and trekking to the kitchen, empty mug in hand. “You know how she gets, there’s no way this is gonna end well for you.” The first pair both glanced up at the new player in the conversation before going back to it. “I’m just sayin’ I speak from personal experience,” the brainiest turtle continued, pouring his umpteenth cup of coffee for the day and stirring additives into it. “Give her some space, man.”
For just a moment, the hotheaded brother halted, taking his family’s advice into account, before ultimately deciding that, he wouldn’t heed it. “Yeah, whatever. You guys don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” he grumbled, continuing his descent down the stairs toward the exit of the lair. 
Obviously, the others didn’t know you the way he did, he thought. They didn’t know how clumsy and gullible you could be, how badly you needed his guardianship. That's what he told himself anyway, it would be much too embarrassing for him to admit that the real reason he was following you out on this date was to pretend that the guy you were going out with was him.
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You stifled a giggle, kicking your legs beneath the table and clenching the rusty satin of your dress in your fists, all in an attempt to calm yourself before your date arrived. Admittedly, you were a tiny bit disappointed to find that your date was nowhere to be seen, even though you were five minutes late yourself. Nonetheless, you got a table for the two of you, ordered a pair of waters and an appetizer, then waited. The tantalizing smell of garlic bread enticed you as it sat untouched in the middle of the table. You thought it was probably bad etiquette to start eating without your date.
Minutes ticked by as your throat became more and more parched- no doubt a product of your constant nervous swallowing. Surely, it wouldn’t be too rude to sip your drink while you wait. Before you realized it, your glass was nearly empty and a waitress was at your side offering a refill. She glanced down at you with a sympathetic smile that you didn’t quite understand at the time before turning and hurrying away. Another check of the time revealed your gentleman caller to now be nearly fifteen minutes that, though to you it felt more like thirty. Screw this, you were hungry.
One basket of bread and another refill later and you found yourself obsessively checking your phone for any word from him, only to find yourself sorely disappointed every time. You were very rapidly beginning to lose hope, when suddenly, your phone vibrated, dancing about on the table. You hastily checked it to find a text from the man of the hour:
“Sorry, can’t make it tonight. Sick.”
You hadn’t even noticed the tears well up in your eyes until you felt them roll off your chin. Even though he’d excused himself as ill, you still felt so…unwanted, so cast aside. Shuddering, you instantly flagged down the waitress, desperately trying to conceal your hurt. You just wanted to pay out and go home.
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From a nearby rooftop, Raph watched the entire scene unfold with glossy eyes. It almost reminded him of the pilot to a show you’d made him sit through last summer, only this wasn’t a sitcom. This would likely have a lasting effect on your self-esteem. 
He was a little relieved when you finally stood up and stormed out of the restaurant, frantically wiping tears away with your wrist. You were a bullet train now, racing down the avenue needing to get home as fast as possible. Startled, Raph jumped to his feet, seeing his time to intercept you being diced into seconds. In the blink of an eye, he was on the wet pavement of a sketchy alleyway, stalking behind as your figure darted between cars and tall structures. 
Suddenly, he halted in his pursuit of you- what would you say if you found him following you? There was a good chance you wouldn’t just fall helplessly in his arms like he hoped you would. Was there a way he could surprise you and sweep you off your feet without letting you in on his possessive tendencies?
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Wailing, you barged into the lobby of your apartment complex, face hidden in your shoulder as you blew past the doorman, cutting his greetings short. Too embarrassed to sit in anyone’s presence long enough for the elevator to arrive, you burst through the stairwell door, clumsily speeding up them, tripping all the while and crawling back up yourself. After falling up four flights, you finally reached your floor and bolted for the exit, fantasizing about the way your plush bedding would envelop you in security. Still sniveling, but with sanctuary within reach, you shoved your key into the lock and threw the front door open, only to fall forward into the apartment dramatically, catching yourself before gravity could take over.
Exhausted, you haphazardly tossed your belongings onto the floor, shedding layers and accessories as you traversed the space. Heels in the hall, purse on the couch, and earrings on the kitchen island, you finally reached the bedroom in only your red cocktail dress, dainty necklace, and smudged makeup. As your fingers gripped the door handle you stopped, smelling something smokey, possibly with a floral hint. Alert to a possible intruder, you raised your guard and prepared for the worst before gently pushing the door and letting it creak open on its own.
Beyond the door, Raph lounged on your bed, waiting for you to arrive home. Surrounding him were throw blankets and pillows, an open take-out box with a steaming pizza, piled with your favorite toppings, and a rose-scented candle burning on the nightstand. Illuminating it all was your television, set on the menu screen of your favorite childhood film, the remote control resting on his chest. “Welcome home,” he said cooly, voice full of gravel, but a languid smile speaking volumes. You couldn’t hold back the sobs that poured from your throat as you lurched forward, collapsing against him.
Raph went rigid beneath you, having been concealing his anxiety about your reaction for quite a while. As you heaved and wept against him, he eased back into you and slowly wrapped you in his arms, hushing your woes. “Dollface, what’s the matter?” he asked carefully as if he didn’t already know.
“Leo was right,” you shuddered. “I never should have gone out with that stupid prick!”
“A date, so that’s where ya been?” Raph asked lightheartedly, pushing you away by your shoulders so he could see your face. “No wonder you’re all prettied up.” Your heart skipped a beat at his words and blood rushed to your face. “Now tell me who that asshole is and what he did to you.” 
“H-He…” you sniffled, sitting up fully on your knees and in between his. God, you looked so vulnerable in that position, and the way the ruching of your dress pulled your waist in- That wasn’t the point. “He just never showed up…” you muttered weakly. “He didn’t tell me he was sick ‘til way after he was supposed to be there…” You couldn’t keep yourself from crumbling again, falling back into his arms. 
“Shhh…” he cooed, scaly hand caressing your shuddering back. “I got ya, babe, it’s okay.” What seemed to be hours passed with him simply holding you as you cried when you finally spoke again, albeit in a quiet and broken tone. 
“R-Raph, do you think I’m pretty…?” 
“My God, babe, is that even a question?” he suddenly snorted, prompting you to erect yourself to gain distance from him. He could plainly see the hurt in your eyes as you loomed over him, though his eyes were elsewhere- darting all over your body and eating you up. “Like seriously, how honest do you want me to be, 'cause we’ll be here all night.”
“I don’t want you to lie…” you answered, anxiety bubbling up in your blood. 
“I mean where do I start?” he laughed, hands ghosting over your hips, but never actually making contact. “You got these perfect hips and that pretty face, tight ass,” he smirked as you flustered more and more above him, eyelids becoming heavy with want. “You’re a total fox baby.” he dazzled, finally laying his hands on you. “I always wanted to make you feel pretty, just give me a chance baby and I swear, you won’t ever doubt yourself again.” You felt dizzy under all his attention. You’d always had a feeling Raph had a crush on you, but you never would have thought him so passionate. Gradually and instinctually, you leaned closer to him, hazily sealing your lips against his, humming lightly. Kissing him felt so natural, and so necessary, neediness taking you whole.
“(Y/N), I love you,” he confessed, eyes trained on your lips as he parted from you. You weren’t entirely sure whether or not to believe him, as everything around you moved so fast but you felt so special… “So whadaya say, dollface? We got food, your favorite movie, and all night…” he persuaded you, pulling you closer into his lap. “I can help ya get changed into something a little more comfy if ya want...”
Finally, your painted lips curled into a beaming grin and tears pricked your eyes once more, this time for overwhelming joy. “Okay, let’s do it.”
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bringbacktim · 8 months
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Tit fuck-jschlatt
Synopsis: road head/boob fuck in the tesla
Warnings:road head , blowjobs , 1 degrading name (slut) , one nickname(baby) , spitting , saliva , mention of boobs , dick , prick , cock , cum , jizz , use of y/n , ted gets mentioned , gagging, gagging on fingers
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Schlatt's rental period of the lime green Tesla was coming to an end and he had been dying to try something since he discovered how much legroom the drivers side had
"Can I fuck your tits right now"
He asked not taking his eyes off of the highway he was driving on
"Like right now in this car?" She asked turning to face him
"I'm not hearing a no" he said trying to find somewhere to pull over
"I can tell by that tone you've been itching to ask me" 
She was going to let him do whatever he wanted truth be told, he was always one to help her live out any and all of her fantasies
"Ted is going to know what we've been doing when we get there" she laughed not caring
"When has that ever stopped us" he said parking up and getting out of the car as she followed
"Do you always have this much legroom , I could curl up and take a nap and you would still be able to use the pedals"  she said getting in the car trying not to hit her head on the steering wheel
"Sorry not all of us hug the wheel when we drive" he laughed as he got in after her not believing she actually agreed
"Sorry not all of us are 9 foot 5" she said pulling at the ends of her t shirt wishing she had taken it off before hand
"Do you want to get out and do that instead of dislocating something" he said seeing her struggle
"I swear to god if someone see's me you're a dead man" she laughed knowing how many embarrassing moment compilations they had on YouTube
"Don't flash the highway then" he joked as they both got out and he made sure to shield her from any unwanted eyes
As they once again climbed in the Tesla, he accidentally (on purpose) pressed the horn to scare her so he could laugh and just cause he thought it was funny that the car farted
"Bra on or off?" She asked looking up at him
"Off , I want to feel boob not bra"
"You have such a way with words" she said laughing as she reached behind her and unclasped her bra putting it on the passengers seat not wanting it to get dirty on the floor beneath her
"I'm so thankful for auto pilot right now , don't even have to take my eyes off of those pretty tits" he said mouth practically watering
She could tell just how thankful he was when she unzipped his zipper and freed his aching cock from its restraints , it already leaking pre cum
Friction burn wasn't on the list of things y/n wanted so she decided to just suck him off a little bit so it would be less skin against skin
"Don't make a mess and drool everywhere like you always do" he scolded knowing what she was like
"I only drool because there's no more room in my mouth for my saliva" she said remembering all the times he'd told her how pretty she looked lips turning white from being so stretched out and full of him
He breathlessly laughed and pushed her head down further in response, cock twitching as she gagged and tears began to form in her eyes
After a few more minutes of the sloppy blowjob , it was almost time for his wish
"What are you waiting for?" he asked confused as to why she was just sat there looking up at him all doe eyed
"Didn't know if you could help make sure I don't get friction burn" y/n tried to say in the most innocent way
"If you want me to cover you in my spit all you had to do was ask baby" he said spitting into his hand and smearing it over her chest as she sat still and let him
He took it a step further when he just didn't bother with his hand anymore because he wanted to see it roll down her chest before he made a mess
"I know how much you love my fingers in your mouth so here's a treat for me and you" you could barely process the words before his digits made their way into your mouth and practically down your throat
They stayed there for a solid 3 and a half seconds until she gagged and the saliva that covered her was her own while he fisted his erection at the sight
"I said don't make a mess and here you are dripping in spit and saliva eagerly waiting for me to fuck your tits, what a good slut" he lightly scoffed at the end
"Please hurry" y/n practically whined as she pushed her chest out
Schlatt wasn't one to follow the rules, until now ,as he slid his prick in between the warm wet supple skin that was his girlfriend's boobs, he almost came then and there before she'd even started to move just from the feeling alone
He threw his head back eyes shut as he thanked every God out there for letting him experience this . He also thanked whoever invented the autopilot feature in the car he was in
When y/n pressed her cleavage together to basically trap his dick in (with great difficulty due to the sheer thickness of it) schlatt swore he was in a different dimension as he moaned out , not caring if anyone saw as they drove past.
"Don't you dare jizz on me and make a mess" she scolded knowing he would get too overwhelmed by how good he was feeling and forget that they were headed to Ted's house to film and didn't have time to stop and clean up
"I f-fuck " were the only words he could get out as he took a glance at the road making sure they were still on track "be sure to catch it in your holy shit your mouth then" she attempted to see if she could get atleast the head in her mouth while he was thrusting between her breasts
When y/n realized that she in fact could and wouldn't make a mess in the rental car , she began trying to bounce to see if that would make him cum quicker
"Ohh my fuckk, you're like a pornstar" he said thrusting quicker as he felt himself get closer to cumming
Just to make sure that none of his jizz got anywhere other than her mouth she circled back to giving him a blowjob knowing how much he loved to fuck her face
So there y/n sat inbetween her boyfriends legs in the rental tesla obediently waiting for her boyfriend to finish using her face as a fucktoy and come down her throat so she could probably get fingered in the passenger seat as a reward
Clearly underestimating how pent up he was , she could barely swallow as fast as he was spurting it into her mouth and down her throat as he gripped her hair and roughly moved her back and forth on his dick
After it was done , everyone was cleaned up mentally taken care of and they had checked for any mess schlatt turned to his incredible girlfriend in the passenger seat next to him and said "let's hope the next gas station has some frebreeze"
"And some baby wipes" she agreed as she grimaced at how gross and sticky she felt , but seeing schlatt so happy (from the dopamine's obviously) was worth the mess
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slash-me-please · 8 months
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HIIIII! I just found your blog and I LOVE IT HERE???? Can I request a dub/con with Bubba? I love the idea of a chase in the woods and super primal!! Thanks for reading in advance if you get the chance to!
Omg i did not just pick this request up off the dirty backrooms floor. Goddamn its been a while. I hope you still appreciate this, and it's just a tad how you imagined?
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Warnings: dub!con, roleplaying,
You felt so hot. So sweaty. So scared.
Adrenaline pushed through your veins as you rushed through the dead bushes behind a seemingly abandoned, dilapidated home. No one had came to the door when you knocked, so you pushed the door open and walked inside. That was your first mistake. Now, the roars of a chainsaw followed you close behind- doubts of your escape plagued your mind.
Blood dripped down your arms, leaving your path uncovered. The scratches from many dead bushes caused your demise- so did the man behind you, but you couldn't think about him or else you wouldn't be able to keep your feet moving. And they hurt so bad too, the ground a cracked and dead surface- just like him. And as you weaved your way to the left, a small building in the distance, where maybe you could get away, the man had cut through and slammed into your side.
Pushed to the ground with a huff, you watched with horror as he battled with the chainsaw for a moment before throwing it to the side. You felt breathless, frantically yelling out pleas and cries for help towards the old building, but that old thing looked abandoned too. He gave you no time to dwell on the topic though, reaching forward to grab you under the armpits, flinging you over his shoulder. When he began walking to the building, that's when you lost the rest of your hope.
He hadn't even made it inside before grabbing onto your legs and slinging you forwards onto the hood of a lime green truck. He himself was flailing about, voicing some of his thoughts in frantic babbles before flipping you over. You heard the shuffling of clothes and began to push yourself up to dash away- but his hand landed with a hard smack along your spine, eliciting a yelp as the metal of the truck bit into your hip bones. And then his hands pulled your jeans down just enough, shoving himself into your heat.
"Stop! Please stop!" You yelled, reaching back to push him off, but your effects did little and he began to thrust his plush body against your ass. Tears pooled in your eyes; his large hand came up push your face back down into the cool exterior of whoever's truck. The other hand dug their fingers into your hip- holding you still and forcing you to fall into the euphoric push and pull that your frame was receiving. Your tight walls enveloped him in a velvety squeeze, one he found himself falling deeper and deeper into. And you, you couldn't help yourself. The excitement of a dangerous stranger enticed you, and before long you had pushed your fingers underneath your navel, beginning to rub circles around your neglected clit. He seemed to have noticed as his thrusts began to fasten and you began to moan.
"P-Please!" But you didn't know what you were begging for anymore, especially not when your back arched off the truck with a powerful orgasm, one that he happened to be waiting on- his wails getting louder and louder before he finished inside your cunt.
Too exhausted to move, you simply laid there and panted, eyes glazed in satisfaction
"Good job Bubba, that was amazin'" You breathed, smiling at the happy noises he released. Soon after that, he'd pull your pants back up and carry you back home. You'd kiss him goodnight and snuggle into his soft body, before falling asleep wrapped inside your love's arms.
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watsittoyah · 8 months
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Along Came A Spider…2099
Warnings-Sexual content, and adult content. Some mentions of multiple dimensions. Some anal play, full nelson, penetration, sad moments...
(My Spanish isn’t great, so I did use google translate to help…)
Chapter 13- And The Truth Comes To Light…
Your whole body felt heavy and your ribs felt like they were on fire every time you inhaled. You feel as if your back was pressed against something solid.
A wall, maybe?
You open your eyes and instantly you remember what happened with Dana in the bathroom and you feel terrified.
Dana was standing there with a pumpkin in her hand. She was studying it for a bit and that’s when you see she’s no longer wearing her lime green dress. Instead she was dressed as the green goblin. You look around and see you’re on a roof of some kind.
Her ghoulish green eyes finally look at you and she places the pumpkin down. “Did you know there are over 150 type of pumpkins in the world. Yet here in this country, they’re mostly used as decorations. A pity watching these precious things rot on a stoop. But I found better use of them. This one…this one is going to be my greatest joy.” She kneels down in front of you an grips your face. “The fear in your eyes right now is pretty. Then again, I like to see fear in the eyes of the people I despise.” She lets go and walks away from you.
“Wh…why are you doing this? If this is all because of Miguel and me-“ She laughed throwing her head back. “Tommie, you are looking at all of this but you’re not really seeing the whole picture. This is all going to make sense once you get those memories back.”
“What are you talking about? Dana we can talk about this pl-” She was suddenly in front of your face causing you to jump. “Miguel hasn’t told you anything? Huh, maybe all of his memories aren’t back either. He has told you that he is Spider-man though right?”
How does she know all of this stuff? You wonder as you glance around trying to see if Miguel was around.
“What are you talking about?” You ask trying to fake being confused. “Lying to me won’t save you Tommie. I’ve been watching you. I know how he touches you. I know how he feels about you and oh god…do you know how hard it is to not cave your skull in right now? I just want to hurt you and laugh at your lifeless body. But I have to wait for the right moment or else my plan won’t fall into place. Then again…maybe I can snap your knee cap out of its socket? Nah that’s not good enough.”
You feel that your hands are tied behind your back and you think maybe you can get them loose if she just keeps talking. You catch movement in the corner of your eye and internally you’re happy because you see Miguel in his spider suit.
You had to keep her distracted long enough to let him do a sneak attack or at least until you could get free.
“You’ve been the green goblin this whole time? Why? why would you hurt those people? You almost killed a child.” Dana shrugs. “I honestly just wanted to get to you. Those people? That child? Were just casualties. This is something you need to understand when it comes to Spider-people lore. They will always have a green goblin in their story because the goblin is their demon they have to kill. I became the green goblin just to haunt Miguel. But I didn’t want to stop there. No, no, I wanted to seep into the back of your mind and make you hate your own existence.”
As she monologues Miguel makes eye contact with you and nods.
“And how were you going to do that?” You ask as she goes to turn but she stops and faces you completely. “By taking your heroes away. Your parents, they died in a car crash back on I-97. You were hmm thirteen at the time…”
How the fuck did she-
“You’re thinking how does this bitch know that? I know because I was there. I won’t get into the complicated details just know that your parents are far too trusting to young girls on the side of the road. They didn’t see it coming. Honestly I was quite impressed with the fight your mother had. Your dad? Oooh one stab to the back of the head and he was gone. And the way they crashed in that shitty car was beautiful. All your mother did was scream. She even screamed your nam-”
You had no clue you had such super human strength, but you dislocated your own wrist and you punched her clean in the nose, causing a huge crunch on contact. From your knuckle or her nose? You don’t know.
But what you did know was you saw red.
“You son of a fucking bitch! I’ll kill you!” You yell as you tackle her to the ground. Dana was laughing as you swung on her. You feel someone rip you away from her.
Everything seemed to be moving fast. One second you’re being ripped away from Dana and the next you’re being pushed out the way. When you blink you see what happened.
Dana had somehow launched a hovering device with spikes in the front and it was aimed for you. However Miguel pushed you out of the way and he was pierced in his shoulder, pinning him to the wall.
“No!” You get up to help him but you get yanked back. Dana was holding you from behind and she was laughing. “Don’t you just love a man in uniform?”
“Get off of her, Dana! I should’ve known you were the green goblin the whole time.” Miguel said as he rips his mask off. “Awe but Miguel I wasn’t don’t playing with her. But now that you’re here, I can show her what you’ve been hiding. Tommie take a deep breathe for me.”
The next second she had thrown a strange black powder in your face. Your reaction was to inhale and as the powder enters your air ways you heard Miguel scream.
Dana lets you and you sway on your feet until your knees give out. You fall on your side and the powder causes a foaming reaction in your throat.
You try to spit it up but your body feels weak. You lay on the ground and you see Miguel had ripped himself away from the wall and he had punched Dana in her face.
You then look up into the sky and that is when you see a strange glowing light…
••••
Earth-957
The lights in the building were oddly bright as you ran to your office. “I’m late, I am so late. Out of all the days for my car to break down.” You mutter as you turn the corner.
You almost collide into Erica and she holds her hands up. “Whoa T, if you run any faster there’s gonna be a collision.” She jokes as you catch your breath. “Sorry! My dad had to give me a ride over. My car had broke down, but he said he would fix it.”
“I could’ve gave you a ride you know.” Erica says as the two of you walk down the hall. “I know but I didn’t want to bother you since you just came back from maternity leave. How is DJ anyways?”
“She is doing great. She’s finally sleeping through the night. Dennis is already scheduling her first dental appointment.” She says rolling her eyes. “I need to come by and see her. I’ll bring a gift. Maybe a stuffed animal?” You suggest. “That would be great. I’m sur…”
You glance at the main room where a few of the scientists are and someone had caught your eye. You didn’t even notice that you had stopped walking and you were just staring.
“E, who is that?” You whisper to her. She turns around and walks back over looking at who you were staring at without shame. “Oh the brooding guy in the corner? That’s Miguel O’Hara. He just started working here a while ago. I hear he keeps to himself though.”
You see by his profile how handsome he is. “He’s cute.” You say as you keep staring. “Alright enough ogling him. If he catches you staring he might get a restraining order on you.” Erica says as she tugs you away from the glass.
Miguel suddenly looks over and you duck down. “Look at you. Get up!” Erica grabs you and pulls you away. But as you do you look back and Miguel was staring back at you…
It was after work and you were on the phone with your mom at the bus stop. It was pouring rain and your mother was trying to come and get you but she was stuck in traffic. “Mom, it’s okay I can wait for the bus it should be here in a few minutes.” You look down the street and see a silver car drive past you.
You had accidentally bumped into your water bottle that you had sitting on the bench beside you. “Mom I’ll call you back.” You slide your phone in your pocket and you go to reach for the bottle but it rolls into the street.
The silver car drives past and you step back. The person inside gets out of the car and picks up the water bottle, handing it to you. When you look up you’re met with a pair of hazel eyes.
“Would you like a ride?” Miguel had asked. You were about to decline but stop yourself. “Sure.” He takes his jacket and puts it over you so you don’t get wet and he leads you into his car. He walks around and gets in as well.
“Thank you. I normally have my car but my dad is fixing it. Hopefully not now because then he would get hurt, you know from the rain and the car parts being exposed. Oh um I hope you don’t think I get into cars with strangers all the time. But I feel like I can trust you.”
“I’m just happy to give you a ride, Tommie.” Your face lights up. “You know my name?” You can see his cheeks redden. “Sí. pero solo porque-I mean.” You stop him. “It’s okay I know Spanish, Miguel. And I know your name because the women in this company talk about you. Nothing bad I promise.”
“Ah, well I know your name because I had seen you in the building and asked a colleague.” You feel your cheeks warm and turn to him, putting your hand out. “Well let me formally introduce myself, my name is Tommie Valentine.” You thought he wasn’t going to shake your hand at first but he gave a firm handshake and smiled.
His smile looked genuine.
“I am Miguel O’Hara. It is nice to formally meet you Tommie Valentine. And now I’m curious. Qué se dijo de mí?”
“Just that you’re broody, and you’re new. Oh and you might be single.” You throw that last part in there but then you notice he’s still holding your hand.
“I wouldn’t say I’m new, I just dropped down in positions.”
I’d like to drop a few positions on him. You think to yourself.
You then give a scoff. “There’s no way you’ve been working at Columbia Tech. I definitely would’ve noticed those pretty hazel eyes sooner. Wait oh no.” You cover your face and Miguel gives a hearty laugh.
“You’re funny, I needed a laugh it’s been a while. Gracias, amor.” When he called you that the blood in your ears just roared. “Happy to put a smile on your face and a laugh in your heart.” You smile at him and he stops laughing. He stares for a moment and you feel as if you did something wrong.
He leans over towards you and you glance at his lips. Is he going to kiss you? Do you want him to kiss you?
You had leaned in as well, closing your eyes waiting for the kiss but he clears his throat. “That seatbelt sticks, so I’d figured I would help you out.” Your eyes open and Miguel was close. But he was also reaching for your seatbelt.
You shrink back from embarrassment and just shut your mouth.
Of course he wasn’t going to kiss you Tommie. You just met this man. He is going to give you a ride home and hopefully you’ll forget about this.
“Thank you.” You mutter as you look out at the rain. After he clicked the seatbelt you notice his scent. You squeeze your thighs together because his scent made you wet. You then inhale deeply. Trying to figure out what he smells like. Cinnamon and sage.
Yeah that’s what he smelled like. You started to wonder then what did he taste like.
You bite your bottom lip and turn to him and he was still close. Which took you by surprise. You go to speak but your mouth felt like it had peanut butter stuck at the roof of it. Instead Miguel reached up and moved one of your wet curls out of your eyes.
“Me gusta tu pelo. Do you always have it up like that?” He asks as he moves back just an inch back. “Yeah, I think I look pretty with my hair up.”
“Se ve hermosa. With it up and down.” He moves back and he puts his car in drive. You can’t help but watch Miguel as he drives. There’s something about him that’s very comforting. Like you’ve been around him all your life.
“So, you’re in the science department. Do you like it?” You ask just to have some small talk. “I do. It helps me with my…after work activities. You’re in tech engineering?”
“Yup, I honestly should thank my best friend, Erica. She told me about the job. I just love to be hands one with the projects there. And if you ever need help…I’m available.” You flirt. “Oh I will take you up on that offer…to help me in the lab I mean.” You can see Miguel’s lip curl into a smile and you two continue with the conversation as you tell him where to go.
When he gets to your place you sit there not wanting to leave and you feel as though he feels the same. “Well this is my stop…” Miguel looks past you and nods. “That’s a nice place you got there.”
“It is, well I should get going.” You say as you continue to sit. “I could walk you inside, you know just to be sure it’s safe.” Miguel offers making your face light up. “Yeah, I would love that. Oh, I wouldn’t suppose I could interest you in coming inside? I made a pretty big tres leches cake, and it’s only going to go to waste.”
“Funny, I actually love tres leches cake.”
“Would you look at that. I can pay you back for the ride with my goodies.” You wince because that sounded terrible out loud. He simply laughs and he leans over unbuckling your seatbelt. “No me importaría probar tus golosinas.”
Oh you couldn’t wait for this man to taste you-your goodies.
You two get out of the car and as you walk up your steps you catch Miguel looking at your ass in the reflection of the door. You smile wide and turn to him. “Now when you eat this cake don’t ask for the recipe, it’s a family secret.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, it’s been in my family for years. So if you want the recipe you’re going to have to marry me.” You joke. But Miguel wasn’t laughing, instead he was just staring at you. “I’ll stop talking now, sorry.” You go to open the door but he stops you. “No, amor. Please keep talking. I like your voice it…feels like home.” You smile at him and let him inside of your house…
••
FOUR YEARS LATER…
“I will be home in fifteen minutes, mi corazón.” You were on the phone with your husband and you were feeding your three year old son, Xavier. “Miguel O’Hara, you better not be web slinging while talking on the phone with me.” You scold as you wipe Xavier’s face clean from his dinner. He was laughing as he did an up motion with his hands.
“Qué? I don’t know what you’re talking about, amor. I am walking like a normal person.” You switch your phone to your other ear as you pick up your son from his high chair. “Miguel O’Hara, no me mientas. You and I both know you are not a normal person.” You hear keys jiggling at the door and Xavier points. “Mama mama!”
Miguel opens the door and Xavier claps his hands reaching for his father. “Hola papa. Come here.” Miguel picks him up and gives you a kiss. “You said you’d be home in fifteen minutes, baby. What did you do? Fly?”
“I power walked.” You rolled your eyes at Miguel and he gives Xavier kisses all over his face causing him to laugh. “Mama! No!” Miguel places him down but Xavier clings to his leg. “Mama up!”
“Say papa.” Miguel has been trying to get Xavier to call him papa but so far Xavier just keeps calling everyone mama since you were his first words. “Mama.” Miguel sighs but picks him up. “Un día dirás papá.” Miguel says as he looks at Xavier. Xavier just smiles and looks over at you.
“Mama.” He holds his little hand out to you and you take him from his father. “Let’s get you ready for bed, while papa gets some work done.” You kiss Miguel on the lips and he makes you linger as he plants several more kisses across against your full lips.
“I’ll be in the study doing some reading, amor.” He tells you as he gentle caresses your face. “I’ll check on your later then.”
After Xavier had his bath and was put him to bed, you peek in on your husband and see he was reading. You give a gentle knock and he looks up. “Mind if I interrupt?” You as as you walk into the study. “Nunca podrías interponerme, amor.” You stand behind him and peek at what he’s reading.
“Black holes and other phenomenons?” You question. “It’s just some light reading for when I go to my other job.” Miguel answers as he pulls you over onto his lap. “That’s interesting, other husbands read comics, or mysteries. Mine reads scientific fiction for leisure.” You joke as he snuggles his nose against the back of your neck. He inhaled before answering your joking comment. “You know I’m not like most husbands, amor. Mmm you smell good.”
“That I do know, baby. And thank you, I got a new lotion and body wash set, it’s banana milk with a hint of honey.”
“Bueno, hueles delicioso, solo quiero comerte.” Your lower lips throb as you feel his fangs trace one of the veins in your neck. “Then what’s stopping you, Miguel?” You challenge as you slip your night gown up past your thick thighs.
“Goodness…” Miguel whispered out as he see your pussy between your parted legs. “I really should finish this book…”
“But?” You ask as you feel your husband cup your still clothed breasts. “But I want to satisfy my beautiful wife. Mmm stand up for me, amor.” You do as you’re told and you hear Miguel unzip and shuffle out of his pants. You feel a smirk on your face as he positions you and he whispers for you to sit.
You let out a whimper as you slide down on his dick and you grip the desk in front of you. Once you’re settled down he grips the nape of your hair and he kisses your neck.
“Now I can finish the last chapter while you fuck your self. Doesn’t that sound fun?” Your eyes roll back as you nod and you feel him smirk against your neck. “Go ahead…have fun. I’ll get back to you in a mo…moment.” Miguel moans as he picks his book back up.
You bite your bottom lip and you rock your hips in circles as you feel his dick throb inside of you. “That’s my girl, just like that.” Miguel moans out as you hear him turn a page. You rock your hips a bit faster as you grip the desk with a more firm grasp.
You look back at Miguel and he was no longer reading. He was looking down at your ass and when his gaze met yours, his eyes were blood red.
You see him place the book down and he licks his thumb. You feel as he takes that very thumb and he rubs your perky asshole, causing you to bite your bottom lip. “Should I play with you hear…or here?” He takes his other hand and he placed his index and middle finger on your slick clit.
You go to speak but he leans forward and captures your lips with his fangs. “Mmm, don’t answer that, amor. You know your husband loves to please his little wife.” He plays with your asshole and clit while your rock your hips and you lean your head back, feeling the build up.
“Baby, don’t stop, don’t stop.” You moan out. “Shh, shh, princesa. If you’re too loud you’ll wake up our son. And I’m sorry but I won’t be able to stop at that point. Now take it just like I know you can.” He moves his hand from your asshole and he grabs the small fat connecting your hip and thigh and he pulls you down harder. “Shit.” You say through your teeth as you feel yourself about to come quickly.
Miguel then grabs you fully but placed your legs up, so you’re in a full Nelson position. “Rub that pussy for me while I fuck another baby into you, amor.” Miguel says as he bucks up inside of you.
You give soft moans as you do as you’re told and Miguel fucks you hard, causing the chair to squeak. “Me encanta ver a mi niña bonita ser follada mientras juega consigo misma. Es tan sexy.” He moans as you feel his dick twitch inside of you.
You clench and soon after you both are coming together. You feel several ropes spurt inside of you and you two kiss passionately. “Baby, I want more.” You coo as he lets your legs down. “If you want more I’ll give you more.” Miguel kisses your neck but then you two get interrupted.
Just then Lyla materializes. “Miguel, Tommie I’m sorry to interrupt alone time but you need to turn on the tv.” You both straighten up and Miguel grabs the remote and flick on the tv and across the screen was a this just in banner playing on the bottom of the screen.
“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s been reported that there are strange portals opening in random spots and sucking people in. This is a strange phenom-” A portal opens behind the news anchor and sucks them clean through.
Miguel and you made eye contact. Both of you had a panicked look in your eyes. “Amor, I’ll be back. You go grab Xavier and go to the lab. Please stay there.” He helps you up and you quickly go towards your sons room to go and get him. Before your husband leaves you stop him. “Miguel, be careful.” He gives a fake smile.
“I’ll be careful, mi amor for you and for him.” Miguel kisses Xavier on his head and he kisses you on your lips. “Baby, if…if this doesn’t work. I just want you home with us. I just want you home.” You tell him as you grab his hand. “Amor, I will fix this. Don’t worry. I always save the day.”
He lets your hand go and Lyla tells him that the threat of this situation just spiked. “Come on, papa. Let’s go to the lab so papa can save the day.” Xavier just leans his head on your chest and points to Miguel saying mama in a sleepy tone.
You grab a bag for your son just in case and you head down the hall, and towards a door that lead to the lab Miguel had built the second year after you two had gotten married.
You look back one more time at your husband and he touches his wrist causing his Spider suit to form to his body. He tells Lyla to open a portal to the main source and you close the door behind you…
It wasn’t suppose to be this way. It wasn’t suppose to end up like this. You made sure to keep calm for your son but you were scared.
You watched on the news that the portals were getting more frequent. You look down at your son and he was sleeping in your arms. “I don’t know what to do, but I know that if…if anything happens I will make sure you are safe, that you are loved. I will make sure we stay together because you are my world, Xavier C O’Hara. And I know your father? Your father will find us. Because he is Spider-man, and he had beat the impossible before.” You sniffle back the tears and you tap your wrist.
“Yes Tommie?” You had called up Lyla and you wipe your face. “Lyla, how is he?” Lyla gives a head shake. “He is doing his best, he’s found that the portal source came from Earth-199999. He’s trying to shut it down but it’s with some difficulty.” You look down at your sleeping son and then back at Lyla.
“Lyla, I don’t know when a portal will come for us, but when it does and I know it will. Make sure Miguel finds us.”
“Tommie don’t talk like that. Miguel is going to stop this.” Lyla says in a slight panic. You smile sadly at her. “Miguel said it was unnecessary to create you with feelings but I think that’s your best feature because you care. Now I know my husband has faced the impossible and he’s beat it time after time but I’m not him. I’m not a super being. I’m just a wife and a mother and the best I can do is prepare him. These portals are other dimensions that are spreading across this earth. Make sure…make sure he doesn’t forget us. Make sure he finds us and make sure when he does that he lets me figure it out. I don’t want my other self to freak out and regret him. Because Miguel is the best thing that’s happened in my life and I want him happy.” You smile through the tears and you feel the vibration in the air.
“No! I’ll go get him! I’ll get him here now!” Lyla dematerializes and you look up. You can feel the portal coming for you. Maybe if you’re lucky you can start over with Miguel. You can have a reset and have those happy moments with the man you’ve loved since you seen him brooding in the corner at work all those years ago.
“God I’m so proud of the man he’s become.” You say as you hear Miguel calling you. You stand up and he ran into the lab. As he reached for you you, you feel your molecules vibrating. His hand had passed through you and Xavier.
“You’ve done a good job, I want you to know that, Miguel.” You hold back the tears as your husband keeps trying to reach for you. “No, no, no. I can fix this amor I can fix this.” The panic in his voice was heartbreaking.
“Baby, I know you’ll fix this. But remember what I told you, when you came home covered in blood? That you some times you won’t be able to do it all. You’ll have those days where you’ll have to choose. I want you to save the world.”
“The world means nothing if you and Xavier aren’t in it. Por favor, no te vayas, mi amor. Just stay. I can fix this, everything will be back to normal.” If you could hug your husband you would but a flicker happens above you and you feel the portal about to take you.
“Miguel, I’m still proud of you, you’ve done great things. That angry person you thought you’d be forever? He’s not here in front of me. You make me so proud to be your wife. Now stand up and save the world. When you’re done, my love…come find me. I’ll be waiting in the universe for you.”
And just like that, you and your son were taken by the portal, leaving your husband behind..
••••
(Present Earth-928)
You seen it all. You see every multiverse of yourself meeting Miguel, being together, falling in love and having happiness. You two are cannon lovers in the universe.
But one, one universe, Earth 616, he was with Dana. They were together, they were happy. He was going to marry her until you ran after a baby bottle that belonged to a baby. It fell into the street and a car had almost hit you. Miguel was wearing his Spider Suit when he saved you.
The moment your eyes had locked, it was set in motion that you two were meant to be.
Miguel left her for you and you two were going to be happy. But Dana, because she had a brilliant and dangerous mind she had came up with an idea that would make her life better. And that included having Miguel.
With her inheritance, she had hired the best scientist in Alchemax to create a device that would open up a portal where you didn’t exist. Where she could be happy. But you existed, every single earth, every single dimension you existed and that had twisted Dana’s mind to the point where it snapped.
With the Super Collider, she had decided she was going to ruin your life just like how you ruined hers. She picked a world where you didn’t have anything established yet. That mattered to her. She sent her consciousness to that world where she would became the villain of the story all because you took the life she had.
She figured if you didn’t have the loving parents, the tech engineering career, and Miguel she could easily drive you insanity, just to the point where you would end yourself.
Every bad thing that happened in your youth up to your adult life was planned out for her to hurt you.
Those nightmares? She caused them. Those moments you felt as if you were being watched? She did that. Those nights in your youth where you contemplated on ending it all, she was the reason behind that all because she had a glimpse of happiness and it was snatched away from her.
You lay there on the ground processing everything you know, and you felt bad for Dana but you felt anger because she just took and took from you just to benefit herself.
You turn to the side and you throw up what was in your mouth. You sit up carefully and you see Miguel had Dana pinned to the wall, her mouth bleeding but a smile still in her face.
“…I know you want to do it, Miguel. I know you want to kill me so what are you waiting for? Don’t be the hero, be the man who got his happy ending!” She yells in his face. Miguel had raised his claws to her throat. You can see in his blood red eyes he wanted nothing more than to rip her throat open and watch her bleed out.
“If you think you’re going to get away with what you’ve done to not just me but to her? Then you are mistaken, Dana. Death is too good for you, but I know the perfect place for you to go.” Miguel webs her up tight and drops her on the ground.
“You’re making a mistake! Any chance I get Miguel I will make her life a living hell! You were mine! And you will be mine if you allow me to live. I will never give you a moments rest. I will keep coming and coming until I have snapped that bitches neck! I will hurt your future, I will hurt your children! I will cause you misters because you are mine!” Her eyes were so green they almost looked white.
As Miguel turned his back to her he went to you and you stand on wobbly legs. He reaches out towards you and that’s when you see Dana kicking the pumpkin she had sat down earlier.
A strange smell was coming from it and you knew that smell. You’ve mixed those chemicals by accident in high school and it caused the lab equipment to explode. “Miguel watch out!” You get up, using the last bit of the adrenaline you had left and you launched yourself over the soon to be exploding pumpkin.
“No! Don’t stop! This is the best part!” Dana and flung her self onto you and you both tussle until you both go flying off the roof.
You never known you could see your life flash before your eyes like that. Let alone every single one of them. You see Dana laughing as she falls to her untimely demise. And you look up to see the love of your life launch himself after you.
You reach your hand out, praying to God that he will catch you. You were begging for time to stop so this man would get to you. But as you stare in horror you feel your life slipping from his grasp.
Miguel shoots his web at you and just when you feel as if you’re safe…
You hear a snap…
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"A Green Queen" AU
Chapter V
Mario got off the yellow Yoshi and looked around at the desert land.
He had told Peach that he wanted to take a trip for himself, so that he could learn how to cook meals from different lands. She hesitantly agreed, since she was a bit worried his journey was misguided. All she could do was hope he wouldn't cause any trouble for his brother.
Mario smiled as he checked the map she supplied him and remembered to avoid the Sphinx Prince's palace, for now at least. "Alright! Let's-a go!"
He hopped back on the Yoshi once he fed him some fruit and rode into the desert land.
The sun beat down on him as they trailed, in the distance he spotted a few swaying cacti looking creatures, "What..the-"
Before he could finish, they dug into the ground and began to slither into his direction.
Acting quickly, he lowered his yoshi and waited for the right moment. Once the creature started to raise its head, he ordered the yoshi to leap. They floated down as another tried to strike at the two, but Mario quickly changed direction.
A few more cacti became alerted and headed over to aid the two attacking.
"What the... Been a while since we've had tourists, huh?"
Mario landed the yoshi but they skirted before darting back and forth to avoid the clustering cacti. Their blank stares only made him more uneasy as they swayed.
"ALRIGHT! BACK IT UP!", a voice yelled.
A rover tumbled through the Pokey and grabbed Mario and his yoshi to put into the back seat. The group retreated and the Pokeys swayed and jittered, trying to regroup.
"Woah! Thanks for that!", Mario noted as he sat down properly in the front seat. He turned back to check if everything was ok and the yoshi simply sat down trying to take care of his wounds. "Um, who are you by the way?"
"The name's Daisy! I was just passing when I saw you were in a bit of trouble!", She smiled as she made a sharp turn.
"Oh- Well, thanks! I was just trying to get through to this Kingdom, but I guess it's not easy to get through..", he huffed.
Daisy laughed a bit, "Right! The Pokeys aren't normally this agitated, so a sandstorm probably just ended and they're on edge."
He looked confused, "A bit?! If I'd known, I could've taken at least two on."
"That's the spirit!", She chuckled. "Anyways, where were you planning on going? I could drop you off!"
"Really?! Thanks, I was heading to the Easton Kingdom! I needed a few herbs and vegetables from there!", He yelled as she sped up. The engine riving as she did.
"It's on the way! You're a cook?!"
"Not really.. I-I'm more of a plumber! I fix pipes!"
"Oh shit! Nice, I could use that kind of help at the castle!"
"Wait, you have a castle?!"
Before he could get an answer he saw a large wisp of sand in the distance, despite its slow looking movements, he could tell they were heading straight for it
"Buckle up and put on those goggles!", Daisy ordered. "OH, AND DON'T FORGET THE MASKS! Unless you want sand for lunch!"
Mario nodded and got him and his yoshi buckled up and ready.
"ALRIGHT, HERE WE GO YOU TWO!"
"AAAAAAAAAA!!"
The ship started floating over some rocky terrain. A few statue-like figures were stomping about only to stop and settle into the soil.
Luigi wore a hot pressed dress with a jacket encrusted with green flames along the sides. The skirt part of the dress matched the lime green on the jacket, the lace of the dress shimmering with jewels sewn into it. He adorned a simple yet large crown, several sapphires rung the sides which a few Goombas noted brought a glimmer to his eyes.
He was fiddling with his lace gloves as he waited in the living room and paced. Kamek was giving him a rundown of everything, trying to calm the Queen's nerves.
"How many kingdoms-"
"Four."
"C-Correct, and their former ruler was-"
"Princess Daisy."
"This happened because-"
"Because King Totomesu was tired of being subjected to only his kingdom and overthrew the princess with his army as well as the other kingdoms' rulers coming to a truce to claim him as king."
"Good... So after.. the-"
"They pledged their allegiance to the King, but as he came into power, he fell ill and placed his power and magic into a locket. His son, Prince Khufo, took over as his father passed and harnesses his father's power in the locket."
Kamek blinked, "You've learned this all rather quickly! If you've studied and memorized the rest of the history, you'll be just fine during the meeting!"
Luigi sighed, "I don't know.. making decisions for an entire kingdom?! I can't-"
"You must. You'll do fine! Plus, you're not alone in all of it, the King will be there to help you!"
He face flushed, "R-Right.. Him. Where.. is he?"
"I last saw him in the hot springs room. Probably to think things over, calm some nerves.", Kamek said as he closed his book.
"Hot springs?! At a time like this?"
Kamek raised a brow and grinned, "I WAS going to get him, since we're almost there... But I need to pack some potions just in case anything breaks out!"
Luigi already knew what he was going to say next, but he still cracked a bit of a smile before clearing his throat. "I-I'll go get him!"
"Of course, your majesty. Great thinking!"
The Queen pulled the door in before walking out into the black cobblestone hall. His heels, that he somehow managed, clacked with every step. Spotty moved from their post at the door to follow closely, "Going for a walk, your majesty?"
"Sort of? Do you know where the hot springs are?"
"Oh! They're in a lower level of the ship!"
"Lower level?!", Luigi paused. He'd explored the whole top level, and knew that the ship was large enough to hold a sizeable army, but he didn't know it could go any deeper.
"Yes, your majesty. It's closer to the lava powering and heating the ship, so it makes a good place to put the hot tubs!"
He rubbed his chin for a moment and headed towards his room, "I want to change out of this first, if it's even hotter down there.. I don't want to sweat out this dress.."
Spotty nodded and followed along, "I didn't say it before, but you do look wonderful, your majesty!", The Koopa noted. They became a little bashful waiting for Luigi's response.
The Queen smiled as they walked, "T-Thank you! You're too kind.."
Spotty's face flushed a bit and their tiny tail wagged from Luigi's smile. "I-It's the least I could do, especially since you've been just as kind to me.."
Luigi turned to them and patted their head, his dress flowing behind him as he did. Spotty's head retracted into their shell as a few Goombas passed by on their patrol. Luigi waved to them as they bowed and headed on their way.
Once they walked further down the hall, Spotty lifted their head.
"Is something wrong?"
"The King wouldn't normally... Show much affection for his guards.. W-We know he's proud once we do our jobs right, but you shouldn't..."
Spotty tried to find the right words once he noticed Luigi's immense confusion. They sighed and shook their head, "Nevermind..."
"Are you sure? You can explain it to me later once we get back to the ship."
Spotty nodded.
"Alright, let's go then."
Bowser's head was partially submerged in the steaming water. His nostrils flared and his scales loosened as he was in blissful ease.
Small bubbles floated to the surface from the crack in his shell and he let out a low rumble as his body drifted in the water.
He enjoyed coming in here to get his mind off of things, he was still furious that the human touched his shell, but even angrier that something stirred in him when he felt the vibrations from the tiny palm graze the crack.
It only reminded him of the stupid brother that caused such an injury, but despite it, he couldn't blame Luigi for it.
The more he reflected, the more the feelings ached and confused him. His thoughts only trailed more into thinking about the Princess.
'What do I have to do to make her mine..?'
He huffed, a silly grin plastered on his face as he began to rumble. "What a beautiful..star..", he sighed.
Luigi rushed over, tripping on his shoelace as he looked up at the Koopa guards in front of the door. Spotty helped him up as he dusted himself off. "I-I need to see the King."
"Sorry, your majesty. We were ordered strictly to not let ANYONE pass! Especially you."
"Uh-huh... Let me in."
"Your majesty, we cannot let you in."
Luigi took a deep breath, "Please, let me see the King. It's urgent."
The Koopas looked at each other and one sighed, "Okay, your majesty.....". They started to move aside as their claws pulled the large doors open.
Luigi could spot Bowser's horns sticking out. He heard the doors creak and slowly rose from the hot springs. Steam emitted from his opened scales as he combed his claw through his hair. The streaks of water dripped down his shell, each drop seeping into the crevices of his underbelly.
"Mama mia...", The small plumber gulped.
"What do you want?", He grumbled.
Snapping back into it, Luigi lifted his fist to his lips and cleared his throat. "W-We need to go...to..", he whispered.
A Koopa holding a pile of towels brushed past him, and lifted the pile to Bowser's claw.
"Is that it?", Bowser scoffed. He took the towel and started to wipe his face, "I'm already aware that we're almost at the palace. You didn't need to remind me."
"We should get ready just in-"
"Uh huh, you mean YOU should get ready, I don't see you dressed.", He gawked.
"I was dressed, but I had to come get your stupid,...scaly, ass out of the hot springs!"
"I don't need you to take care of me, Greenie. Besides, you should worry more about how you'll make ME look.", the beast replied. He stammered past him and as he got to the door, he glared down at the guards who kneeled down before him.
"I told you not to let anyone in."
"S-Sorry, your highness! His majesty was persistent in seeing you.."
Bowser took a look back at Luigi, "And you listened? I gave you an order!"
Luigi rolled his eyes and hurried over, "Quit it! I told them to, so i-if you're going to get upset at them. You'll have to get through me first!"
The monster's eyes lit up as Luigi held out his arms to shelter the kneeling Koopas. They slightly glanced at each other in confusion, but kept their heads low just in case.
"Fine.", The beast replied. He took a deep breath and a bit of smoke brushed against the Queen's mustache as he did. Bowser turned away and started down the corridor to the stairs, he didn't want to fight now especially since he could careless about two foot soldiers.
Luigi coughed from the smoke and was quickly swiping it from his face. He looked over his shoulder to see the two guards looking up at him, weary of him.
"Are you two ok?", he said as he reached out both hands to help him up.
The two nodded and reached out hesitantly. One paused, noticing the bandages on the mid section of Luigi's right arm.
He noted the hesitation and trailed his eyes, "Oh, this? Don't worry, it's supposed to seal up in a few days.". Luigi lifted the arm slowly and patted his flimsy muscles, "I'm stronger than I look, a little tug won't hurt! I'll need to gain strength back into it anyways."
He chuckled a bit, putting the guard at ease as they stood up. "T-Thank you. Your majesty..."
"It's fine, really! I just wanted to make sure you two didn't get hurt on my behalf... Unlike the other guy from last week..", Luigi gulped. He remembered himself and Spotty carrying the Dry Bones to his chambers, trying to put it back together before they inevitably fixed themselves.
"I'll help you to your room, my Queen", Spotty chimed in.
"No, I can head back myself, I think. Can you make sure these two get cleaned up?", He retorted and pointed to their scuffed knees.
"But- !"
"I'll be ok..", Luigi smiled weakly. He felt a bit lightheaded from the encounter and just wanted some room to think.
"Yes, your majesty.."
The ship started to descend at the side of the palace, the Troopa spilled out of it slowly as they filed into formation. The Prince of Sarasaland strutted out and planted his behind in front of the fountain, unimpressed. His locket glistened in the sunlight and reflected off of the water.
Kamek appeared at the head of the troops and began to announce, "Now presenting! The King and Queen of the Koopas!"
Bowser stepped down with Luigi's hand in his claw. He waited as Luigi lifted the dress and gently stepped down, "Wow... Tough crowd..", he whispered.
The two made their way down the column, Spotty trailing next to one of Bowser's own guards, and a few murmurs were made as they walked passed.
"Quite the entrance... A bit much, don't you think, Kingy?", Prince Khufo scoffed. He was checking his claws for dirt, unable to really give his attention to the Royals.
"Young Prince, we should just get to talking about a share of the-"
A small claw was quickly placed on Bowser's lips, making Luigi flinch when he saw Bowser's fury.
"You look SO tense and I think you and your husband could use a nice spa day. We'll get to the boring stuff soon."
"We had a deal about-"
"I'm not taking no for an answer, unless you want to feel the wrath of my father and MY magic!"
Bowser grumbled and glared down at Kamek who cleared his throat. "If you don't mind your highness, we should just get to talk about the land distributions, we have-"
"Ew, what is that?! Why is he so old?! Those wrinkles are going to get worse in this heat! Come inside and we'll talk!", the Prince yelped. His paws were shifting the MagiKoopa's cheeks back, trying to diminish the wrinkles.
Luigi chuckled and stopped when he felt Bowser's grip tighten. He looked up at the beast, "He's a kid... in charge of an empire.. this is probably one of the few times he's had non.. threatening allies over? Cut him some slack."
"Slack? What is-.. Non threatening?! Does my army look like a joke to you?!"
"N-No, I just meant, he doesn't know others his age! Geez..". Luigi slipped his hand away from the large Koopa's grip and started up the stairs to the Prince.
Bowser rubbed his temple and clenched his eyes shut, "Think of the Princess... Think of the Princess.."
Luigi slowly walked over slipping a bit as his heels hit the polished marble while he tried to give a welcoming smile, he knelt down to the young Sphinx's level.
His dress puffing around him like a beautiful blooming flower, "E-Excuse me, your highness. We'd love to go to your spa... it sounds like f-fun! Plus Mr. Grumpy could use it..", he winked.
Prince Khufo's face lit up and he bounded onto Luigi. The two tumbled backwards and the Koopa guards immediately stormed the stairs as they saw their Queen in danger.
Luigi quickly sat up, raising his arm to the troops, even seeing Bowser mid-lunge. "I-I'm fine, he was just excited!"
The Prince sat up then backed up a bit, "You folks really don't get out much, huh? It's all battles to you."
Luigi nodded, "They can party, but they're not much for tranquility~"
Prince Khufo snorted, "Well, whatever, let's get going!"
Bowser grumbled as they started toward the palace doors.
"WOOO! What a storm! Are you two good?!"
A pile of sand slowly dusted away as she yelled that. Mario shook off the rest and looked back at his yoshi, "Uh, Are we in the Easton Kingdom?"
"Yeah, I'll drop you off at the cavern market!"
"Cavern?!"
"Yup, we'll be there in a few shakes!"
"Well alright!", he noted. He sat up determined and fixed his sun hat. "If I haven't already said it, thanks for taking us through the desert. If you don't mind me asking, are you perhaps the lost-"
The dune buggie jolted as her foot stepped on the acceleration, Mario held onto his hat, frazzled. He tried to ask again, but was met with several leaves and flora.
"We're here!", she smiled. The mist and leaves cleared slightly, as she slowed into view of a large waterfall with two large Tokotoko statues on each side. Mario's lips separated in awe when he gazed up at the floating brick platforms, topped with spikes and rolling stone surrounding it.
"Is..how do we get closer?"
"Well, if you've made it all the way here, you'll know the only way over there isssss?"
"Oh no.."
"Yup!", She said cheerily. The buggie beeped as she locked it and took out a small red mushroom. "I have some if you need, they're under the seat. I'll see you on the other side!"
Before he could get a word in, she took off. Running to the edge and bounding towards the platform, as she glided, the air became filled with her laughter. Jumping and twirling to avoid spikes and several falling Ganchans. Her heart racing from the thrill of nearly dodging the heavy boulders.
Mario watched, only remembering a similar display from the Princess a few years back. He grumbled a bit remembering the mushroom he had to eat in order to join up with Daisy. "Just a bit more... I'll be there soon Luigi.."
He reached over to her car seat and took up a mushroom, once he ate it he hopped out the side and stared daringly at the course ahead.
His yoshi yawned and hopped out, it ran past him, not before Mario gripped his reigns. The two bounded off, the mustachioed man barely missing the spikes as he opened his legs.
"Hey hey! Slow down!", He yelped. He could feel his stomach churn, yet the feeling of light, cool droplets hitting his face and the bits of sunlight dancing on his pores were worth it.
As he quickly got onto the yoshi, it began to float down towards a Ganchan and bounced off of it before it shuffled it's feet to float downward.
Daisy smiled and crossed her arms, "Cheating much?! Aye there stranger!". She teased.
He rolled his eyes as the landed, "Well, I gotta keep the lil guy fit!"
His yoshi bucked him off and shoved him over as Mario tumbled over.
"Right..~", she mocked. "Anyways, follow me!"
Mario tried his best to wipe the rich soil off of his pants before following her. The three started getting closer to the falls and as he was going to stop her, she went through the watery blanket.
"Is...this safe?! Hey!"
She poked her head through, "It's fine, plus you're going to thank me for getting water on those clothes. The sun'll dry it off!"
"Sun?"
'In a cavern?'
He lifted his sun hat slightly, trying to shelter himself from the water, but to no avail. As he tried to wipe his face, the yoshi shook off right next to him and snickered. "Oh c'mon!"
The yoshi snickered as he walked over to Daisy. Mario opened his eyes to see crystals glowing over small stands. Tokotoko began trading with Shy guys and Koopas, "The residents mostly do trades, but if you have coins then you'll get your worth in gold."
Mario was still in disbelief as he was looking around at the vendors, keeping pace with Daisy, "Wow... Are you also here for some things?"
"Yeah, just a few things. I actually have to get a trade to do myself, so if you'll excuse me", she said as she placed her hair in a ponytail. "Meet back at the waterfall entrance when you're done. Unless this is where we part?"
"uh huh...". Mario bumped into her, still taking in the cavern spectacle. Daisy grabbed his shoulders, forcing his attention as they met eye to eye.
"Waterfall. When you're done. Got it?"
"Yup-"
"Good!", She let go and headed down the row of stands.
The yoshi stopped beside Mario and nudged him slightly. "Yeah yeah, I know... We need the ingredients the professor used to... Ah, I think I see the powder. Let's go!"
A ripple from the murky cream tinted water formed when Luigi's toe was dipped in slightly. He quickly retreated, gripping his towel closer once he felt the water burn it a bit. "Ow!"
Bowser entered the room stretching and groaned, "I doubted you there pipsqueak, but the massage was nice."
Luigi only pulled the towel up further over his chest once he heard a low growl coming from behind him.
"You gettin' in?"
"I-In a moment.. it's a bit too hot still."
Bowser crouched down and dipped his tail in, "this is barely piping. Even Junior's kiddy scales could handle this."
"Well human skin isn't as rugged, plus my arm-"
Bowser grumbled and swiped his tail under Luigi's feet causing the shaking man to slip into the water with a splash.
Luigi flailed for a bit before finding some footing near the rim of the springs. His injured arm was barely able to keep him up on the polished sandstone. "Are you insane?!", He spat.
"You're in aren't you?", Bowser chuckled. "You're welcome."
The Queen began to move his soaked bangs from his eyes, revealing Bowser's snout slightly closer to him. He blinked, almost wanting to push back, yet he stayed as the scarlet eyes peered down at him.
"......Thanks"
"What was that?"
"Nothing, just get in."
Bowser turned his head away as he laid beside the large pool of water. His side profile which revealed little scars on his lower jaw and nose, "Mmm, I don't want to."
"Ok, then do you.. want to talk?"
He grumbled and closed his eyes. Luigi side and turned his back to him.
"You're polite in public appearances, but any other time it's just... Rage and stupidity."
"Stupidity?!"
"I-I meant like .... naive"
Bowser lifted his head and grumbled, "Do you take me for a fool?!"
"No, sorry.."
Luigi began to hear his father's voice begin to stir.
"Do you think I don't understand shit others say?!"
'Do you think this is funny? This is your career and your letting your brother ruin this for you?!'
Luigi slowly sank a bit, "N-No I just-"
"You don't know what -"
'Your Mama and I have done to get you boys a decent life and a good education! You got steady jobs why let your brother-'
"-He drags you around and it was my troops that found out about-"
"LET ME TALK!"
Bowser snapped his jaw shut as he saw Luigi's arm raise to his eyes, his shoulders slumped, and his head drooping. He got up and slowly padded over to him, "I.."
"Look, I don't think you're dumb, just a bit narcissistic", he sniffles. His voice was shaky and little tears rolled down his face. ", You're loud, obnoxious, and the more I think about when I said yes to your LITERAL threat and I see everything.. I-I don't even know how to process it."
Bowser bit his lip, he wasn't sure how to console him and wasn't sure he wanted to. He remembered when any of his kids cried, he'd sit and listen. Getting up, he strode over to the pool, slowly sank in and moved in behind him.
Luigi stiffened, he didn't know what to do, but the tears kept rolling down. "I-I'm... I don't feel.."
"Let's... just talk."
He blinked after hearing those words and took a few deep breaths. He could feel a bit of Bowser's belly rising and retreating as he stammered to breathe.
"would telling you..how I cracked my shell stop you...weird crying?"
"Weird?", Luigi chuckled wiping his tears.
"Your facial hair droops and your eyes bulge, it's gross. Don't get me started on that weird snorting."
He laughed, "Like you haven't cried before!"
"Nope!"
"Uh-huh."
"Do you want the story or not?"
"Yeah..", he smiled. His shoulders relaxed a bit, but he still made sure to cover his scars.
"I was getting ready for my coronation as King. There were lights, a cake, presents, even a rock band playing my written theme song, in my honor . It was epic, of course."
'Theme song?'
"Anyways, the gates finally opened and as I was making my way to the podium to be crowned, the carpet rudely ruined my awesome entrance. I ended up tripping on a hole my claws got stuck in and normally I'd land on my stomach."
"Mhm..", Luigi replied. He cupped a small pool of water into his palms.
"But I was trying to save it with a shell spin and instead of fully landing on my spikes I hit my side and a small crack formed..", he choked. Admitting such a failure caused some heat to rise in his face, a light red glow tinting his scales.
Luigi snorted, "And this was the carpet's fault?"
"Yes! If my subjects had maintained the only thing properly, I wouldn't have ruined such a glamorous piece of art!"
"Right, you consider your shell to be art?"
"My body is a temple, I'm a chiseled creation known as perfection."
".......You have quite the ego..", Luigi added.
The Prince strutted near an entrance across from the two. "Hey you two! I hope I didn't ruin a moment~"
Luigi blinked once he remembered that Bowser was behind him, naked, and quickly swam to his side. "N-No, your highness. We're not-"
"Modesty, I get it. Regardless, I'm glad you two are enjoying yourselves. I actually plan to step out for a bit, the Mudai Kingdom is having a few issues and their ruler wishes to meet on common grounds." His tail swayed with his words as he grinned.
"I'm afraid we can't stay that long while you play King. I only agreed to come this far if matters were dealt with in a couple of hours.", Bowser growled, deterring from the countless marriage comments.
"Ugh, fine. We're doing this the hard way, and right when I was trying to be a good host", he pouted. Shuffling the locket between his claws a dark purple aura surrounded it as his paws waved around it. He was murmuring something causing his eyes to glow with the same magic.
"Kamek!"
"On it , your highness!".
The MagiKoopa readied his wand as the Prince kept chanting. Khufo took a deep breath and the room filled with the foggy darkness. Kamek shot towards the Prince, but the locket simply absorbed the magic.
Luigi's eyes widened as he rested his palm on Bowser's claw, slowly swimming closer to him. Despite his impatience, he knew fighting with a potential ally would get him nowhere. Besides, he had to keep the green brother safe for now.
"Fine.. we'll wait."
All the magic and chanting stopped, the locket hit Prince Khufo's furry chest, and he happily clapped his front paws together. "Splendid! We can discuss this tomorrow, hm?"
"......Sure", Bowser growled. He hated the wait, since he had other matters to attend to, but eased his scales once he felt Luigi's body slump against his claw in relief.
The Prince padded out with a grin. "My assistant will show you two to the guest room for the time being, ta-ta!"
Luigi felt his face heat up, "He means separate rooms... Right?"
Bowser rolled his eyes, "Yeah, and he even scheduled a visit with your brother!"
"Really?!", He beamed. His eyes glistened in excitement.
Bowser blinked slowly with a smirk on his face. "No."
Luigi frowned only giving Bowser the satisfaction of his little prank, "You cruel turtle..."
Bowser gave a hearty laugh, "The one and only~". He felt a bit of light-heartedness wash over him after teasing the little plumber and the tension eased between them slightly.
Spotty was near the door watching, they frowned seeing Luigi's eyes light up once he splashed the King in revenge.
'He shows the King such kindness.. how do I make him see me?'
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honeyhotteok · 10 months
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nocturnal (johan seong x reader)
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details: cw violence, gender neutral reader, strangers to maybe a little something more
summary: two unlikely strangers cross paths in the nighttime.
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You stare at the clock up on the wall, waiting for its display to turn from 1:59 am to...2:00 am, finally. Freedom at last.
You get ready to clock out of your shift and walk over to the door to flip the sign to Closed, when you see a weird boy with his two dogs standing there, glaring in at the food display. He notices you noticing him and darts his eyes away.
You were used to the occasional weirdo coming by, a given since you started working the late night shift at the convenience store. You had to pay for tuition and rent somehow, and this gig was the only one you could land that would fit your schedule.
You slowly open the glass door with your eyes narrowing at him. “Uh, can I...help you with something?”
“No. You’re closed now anyway.”
You notice him glancing over at the food display again. You walk over to the shelf and grab a cake roll. You take his hand and shove the roll into his hands.
“There. On the house. Now if you don’t mind, I’m closing up.” You close the door on his stunned face.
You count the cash in the register and wrap up inside the store. When you step outside, the weirdo is no longer there. You wait at the bus stop alone, anxious for the bus to come already so you can be back in the safety of your own apartment at this hour.
Once you board, you sit down in an empty window seat. You rest your head on the window in hopes that every bump in the road the bus lurches over vibrating into your cranium will keep you awake until your stop. You suppress the loneliness that always creeps in at this hour, and instead wonder about the strange pretty boy you saw tonight while you watch the empty streets of Gangbuk pass you by.
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Your elbows dig into the countertop as you look over your lecture notes illuminated by the florescent lighting overhead. It had been another long day of boring law lectures, studying a major you chose solely to appease your parents. And here you were, working again instead of partying the stress away with the rest of your classmates. You sigh as you glance out the window, and you do a double take. There he is again tonight.
The store chimes sound as you step out. “Hey, weirdo.”
“Weirdo...” he mumbles, as if pondering if he should take offense at this new unsolicited nickname from you.
A white dog emerges from behind his legs and immediately starts running circles around you while barking happily, tail wagging.
“Hey buddy,” you laugh as you squat down to pat his head.
Johan can’t do anything but stare as Eden, his extremely shy dog with the tendency of fully trembling around strangers, treats you like an old friend.
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It’s 12:30 am and you once again spot outside the window the brunette in his usual all-black outfit.
You walk over to the plastic fold-up table he’s sitting at and slide a cream bun over to him.
“Why do you keep giving me food? You know I can’t pay you back, right?” He mutters.
“It’s expiring tomorrow so I was gonna have to throw it out by the end of my shift anyway. Store policy or whatever,” you shrug.
He stares at the bun for a moment while processing your unexpected answer. “Thanks,” he finally mumbles, but you’ve already headed back into the store.
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Johan sits in one of the lime green plastic chairs outside the store with his headphones on. He notices a trio of teenage delinquents stroll up in front. Johan pulls one ear cup of his headphones behind his ear, staying on alert. The apparent leader of the group snickers, pointing at you from outside.
“Look at that bitch working the register all by theirself. Hey, I dare you to...” he leans over to whisper in one of his lackeys’ ear, followed by shoves and cackling amongst each other.
Meanwhile, you’re standing inside at the cash register with your head buried in your constitutional law textbook and your earphones in, completely oblivious to your surroundings.
Johan silently steps right in front of them before they can enter the store.
The leader scoffs. “Hey, fuckface. Get the fuck out of my way if you value your li-”
Before he can finish his sentence, Johan delivers a swift axe kick to his head. The guy’s other two lackeys cuss and charge at Johan, but he dodges one of them with ease before listlessly elbow striking both of them in the face, one after the other. The leader’s legs wobble as he tries to get back on his feet and he throws his shoulder back to hit Johan, only to be met with Johan’s forearms clinching his head and bringing his knee to his face.
“Now get the fuck out of here. If I see you around here again, next time I’ll actually kill you,” Johan snarls.
The two of them each grab one of their leader’s arms and carry his battered body out of sight.
A few minutes later, you step out of the store holding a triangle gimbap and toss it to Johan.
You give him an awkward but endearing smile and walk back into the store without a word. He looks down at the gimbap and starts peeling off the plastic. A post-fight snack, huh. He could get used to this.
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You clock out of your shift and notice him waiting outside.
“Oh, you’re still here?”
He nods and shoves his hands into his pockets.
You face him to say good night before heading to the bus stop, but he stops you.
“I wanted to show you something.”
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The two of you stand on the rooftop of the building overlooking everything north of the Han River.
“Is this your turf or something?” You quip.
“Was. Something like that.”
You rest your arms on the guardrail and take in the view of the residential buildings and skyscrapers sprawled out before you in the night, each one sparsely dabbed with small squares of light.
He turns to you and he sees the night breeze brushing your hair back with its fingertips, reflections of navy light twinkling in your eyes. And for the first time in a long time, he can feel a warm light switch on inside of him. You and Johan gaze at the skyline, both of you thinking maybe you’ve found someone who makes this city feel a little less lonely.
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wambsgansshoelaces · 4 months
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Something Sweet; Chapter 2
Kendall Roy x Reader
a/n: let me know your thoughts! any favorite parts yet? please enjoy!
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You inhale and hold your breath, gripping a piping bag tightly. Precision is what you were hailed for in pastry school, and nothing has changed since then.
You’d made the graham cracker crumble from scratch and after oiling the pan the pie would bake in, you shaped the crust yourself, packing the crumble into the pan. You like baking the crust on its own and keeping the filling cool- you think it gives pie personality. It makes it memorable.
You’ve baked the crust and filled the pie- now you need to top it. Using the bag in your hands, you carefully pipe swirls of whipped cream on top of the set filling. You cut thin slices of lime to twist and stick in each swirl. After what seems like an eternity of holding your breath, you step away from your workspace. It’s perfect.
You wipe your hands on your apron before asking a kitchen maid where the dishes and silverware are. She offers to take them out for you, and you gladly accept. You take a breath, pick up your pie, and enter the dining room.
Logan is much more imposing in person than on TV. Even though he’s seated, he finds a way to look down his nose at you. Marcia sits at his side and gives you an encouraging smile that you return.
You deftly cut up the pie and softly thank the same servant from before as she helps serve Logan and Marcia.
Scrutiny of your work wasn’t new to you. It’s apart of your job, clearly, and you’re are past the point of taking things personally.
Marcia looks pleasantly surprised, eating her slice relatively quickly. Logan does, unsettlingly, the opposite. He chews for a while, taking tiny bites. He slowly finishes his slice, you awkwardly standing there watching.
You smile, self-satisfied, as he serves himself another slice.
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After you gather your things, you and Marcia take some time to negotiate the Christmas dinner.
“You can do cakes, right? More pies?”
“Of course I can, Mrs. Roy. Don’t be discouraged if I don’t have something on my menu that you want me to do for the dinner.”
She walks you to the elevator, her heels clicking on the marble flooring. “I’ll write a sample menu up and have someone bring it by no later than tomorrow. Your baking really is lovely. Kendall is waiting for you downstairs.”
Before you leave, you ask for the bathroom. It was now four in the afternoon, and you and Kendall had agreed that you’d go out for an early dinner right after you were done. You change into the fanciest outfit you could find in your closet, fixing your face and hair in the mirror before heading back downstairs.
He’s waiting for you in the lobby.
Kendall looks more put together than he did before. You assume the high has worn off- there’s a look of clarity in his eyes that wasn’t there this morning. “You look nice,” he says, getting up from his seat.
He’s dressed finely- a crisp, gray suit and polished black dress shoes. His tie matches his shoes and is set in place with a steel tie clip.
“So do you. You clean up nice.”
Kendall smiles softly, takes your tote from you, and slings it over his shoulder. “How’d it go?”
“I think he ate half of the entire thing by the time I left.”
“Good for you. I told you you’d be fine.” He hands off your bag to the driver and ushers you into the back seat of the car, climbing in after you. “Does that mean you’ll be spending Christmas with us?”
You glance out the window as the car starts to move. “I’m not actually sure. I know I’m going to be bringing things in that day, but I don’t think I’m going to eat there.”
“Why not?”
You turn back to look at him. For a moment, you just stare at each other. “What do you mean, ‘why not’? I’m the caterer, not the pope.” He says nothing back. “Where are we going, anyway?”
Kendall averts his gaze from you. “A nice restaurant I think you’ll enjoy.”
You two spend the rest of the ride in a comfortable silence. Every so often, you notice Kendall glance towards you, like he’s worried you’re not actually there. And, being honest, you catch yourself sneaking looks at him.
When you make it, it’s half-dark outside and the restaurants and sidewalks are lit up with fairy lights and strewn with decorations for the holidays. Kendall offers you his arm, which you take.
He takes you into the fanciest place on the street. Skylights and open-air seating are littered throughout the restaurant, crystal chandeliers hanging from the high arched ceilings and small candles sitting on every table.
The hostess doesn’t even ask him for his name when she sees you both and takes you into a secluded corner of the restaurant. It’s dimly lit, and your table sits next to a ceiling-to-floor window permitting a gorgeous view of the other side of the city.
“Kendall,” is all you can say as menus are set in front of you and the hostess leaves you to look it over.
“I’m not going to hear it. I brought you here because I wanted to, okay?” He looks at you over his menu and nudges your leg with his. “Should we order wine?”
“I’m not much of a drinker.”
“More for me, then. I’ll order you a Shirley Temple,” he says teasingly.
“I don’t know what you mean. Shirleys are fucking great.” You both chuckle lightly at each other. “There’s so much to pick from.” You leaf through the menu, poring over the entrées. Obviously, almost everything costs an arm and a leg, but you are prepared to pay for and enjoy yourself.
“What’re you liking?” Kendall asks you idly. “Everything’s good here. You can’t go wrong.”
You’re craving wings, but you don’t want to deal with the mess, and while a plain Caesar salad is always good, you knew you’d need more to eat than that. You eventually settle on a plate of shrimp and steak tacos that Kendall said was too spicy for him and put your menu down to study the man across from you.
Kendall Roy is hot, you decide. His hair sits neatly on his head, feathering a bit over his forehead. His eyelashes are long and wispy and you almost want to ask him how he gets them that way. They flutter each time he blinks, and shift mechanically when he looks up at you.
“So why did you take me out, then?” you ask, propping your head on your hand.
He doesn’t answer, instead flagging down a waiter and ordering for the both of you. You sit, twirling your straw in your Shirley Temple. “Well?” you prod, watching him shift in his chair.
“I don’t get what you mean,” Kendall says, avoiding your gaze.
“Yeah, you do.” You nudge his leg with your foot. “You didn’t take me out because you owe me, but because you want to. Your words, so… elaborate.”
You don’t really know what you want him to say, but you know you want him to be thinking about you the way you’ve been thinking about him while sitting in this restaurant.
“Can I be honest?” Kendall asks, louder than his usual decibel. His eyes finally meet yours.
“I’d hope you always were.”
“In the beginning, it was because I thought I owed you. It’s not that, anymore. You’re pretty, and I like being around you, which kind of scares me, really. You don’t make me feel shitty, which, granted, is the bare minimum, but…” He trails off, looking into his glass of wine. “I… I’m sorry. I said too much.”
You think he’s said just enough. “Kendall, there’s nothing to be sorry about. You’re allowed to feel how you feel.” You’re looking at him, and he’s avoiding your gaze again.
“I like you. But I liked you too quickly.”
He’s honest, you’ll give him that.
“What do you want to do, then?”
Kendall finally looks back up at you. “I want to keep seeing you,” he says firmly. “Um, only if you want to.” His eyes flicker away from yours, trying to look away, but he forces himself to look back at you.
“That’d be nice,” you say truthfully. You both don’t say anything until your food is sitting in front of you. “You don’t strike me as a steak guy.”
Kendall laughs lightly and looks up at you. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Steak’s just.. so not you.”
“I mean, you’re right, but how do you know that?”
“It’s my thing, Kenny.” You both start eating, the chatter flowing freely now. “You said these were spicy.”
“Because they are.” He looks at you incredulously. “But then again, I’m not exactly.. spice tolerant.”
You laugh. “You can’t handle spice? It makes sense.”
“That’s not very kind of you,” he teases. “And what, you can take it like a champ?”
“Yes, I can, Kendall.” You continue to eat. “You know the pain from spice isn’t actually real? Nothing actually happens to you if you eat something spicy.”
“Tell that to my immune system.” He scoffs and continues to cut up his steak. “Can we take the conversation away from my inability to digest sriracha?”
You take a sip of your Shirley and fix your gaze on him. “Okay. What’s your favorite color?”
Kendall doesn’t say anything for a moment, chewing. “Don’t have one. Next.”
“We can’t just gloss over that!”
“Why not?”
“You don’t have a favorite color?”
“Why would I?”
“Why wouldn’t you?”
“It’s not something that’s crossed my mind, ever.”
“Not even as a kid?” As you’ve been speaking, your legs tangled with his under the table. “Come on. You don’t look at any color and go, ‘that’s serotonin inducing’, or whatever it is that you’d say?”
He scoffs. “I don’t talk like that. And no, I don’t.”
“Yes, you do talk like that. And we have to change that. How do you get someone to pick a favorite colors?”
“Don’t even ask.” Kendall shrugs his suit jacket off, hanging it off the back of his chair. “What’s your favorite color, then?”
“I’m not telling until you tell me yours.”
He laughs. “You’re a piece of work.”
You both finish off your plates when he asks, “Are you feeling dessert?” to which you respond with “Always.”
You both share a thick slice of German chocolate cake, which you learn is his favorite. “My mother made it when she and my dad were still together. Granted, she’s English, so it’s probably not authentic, but I miss it.”
You steal a cherry from his side of the plate. “I promise you mine’s better.”
“You can’t just say that.” He nabs a cherry from your side in return.
“Of course I can.”
“You’ll have to prove your word, then,” Kendall says, leaning back in his chair.
“We should make a day of it,” you suggest. “I’ll teach you to make it.”
With the plate empty between you, he crosses his arms over himself. “I’m going to burn your bakery down if we do that.”
“I’m sure a little manual labor won’t kill you, Kendall. No need to threaten me.”
“What? No, I’m not an asshole, Y/N. I mean I’m a safety hazard in the kitchen.”
“I’m sure you’re not,” you say after he asks for the check. “Besides, I’ll be there. You’ll be fine.”
“If you say so,” he mutters. The waiter comes back with the check, and you fish out our wallet. “What’re you doing? Put that away.”
“I can pay for my-“
“No, you won’t. Absolutely not.”
“No, rea-“
“No.”
“Please?”
“You’ll have to fucking kill me before I let you pay for anything when I’m around.”
Kendall slides his card into the checkbook, writing out an outrageous tip, and hands it to the waiter before you can continue to protest.
“Then let me pay you back,” you insist.
“If you ever try paying me back, I’ll genuinely pretend like you’re trying to kill me and call the cops.” He gets his card back and gets up. “Come on. Let me take you home. I had someone leave a car.”
Kendall offers you his hand, and you take it.
“What, did you make the driver walk home?” you ask jokingly, the chilled air hitting you like an anvil. He opens the passenger seat for you and drops his suit jacket in the backseat. He gets in the drivers side and starts the engine.
“Are you working tomorrow?” Kendall asks as you wind through the streets.
“Yeah, I have to. I closed the shop today, I need to earn back the profit.” You sigh. You’d probably wake up early and bust your ass on some fancy French pastry to stick in your displays. They’d sell out within your first hour open.
He pulls into your driveway, puts the car in park, and sighs lightly. “I had a good time tonight,” Kendall says softly.
“I did, too.” You look over at him to find he’s already facing you. You stare at each other for a moment that feels like an eternity.
“I’ll walk you to the door.”
You’re now both standing on your porch, stealing glances at each other.
“I’ll text you.” When the words come from his mouth, they sound more like a question than a statement. You nod. You’d like that. Abruptly, he turns on his heel and says, “Good night.”
Before he can move, you catch his arm, stretch onto your toes, and give him a kiss on the lips.
“Good night, Kendall.”
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solo-ojo-jojo · 5 months
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Chenford Fanfic Teaser: Sequel to That's What Partners are For
The Rookie Fanfiction | Chenford | Rated E | Intentional Seduction | Undressing
Remember when I wrote a Chenford fic inspired by this moment from Bones?
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📸 @romanticallyterrible [original post here]
Well, the sequel is inspired by this moment from Psych.
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📸 @onscreenkisses [original post here]
I started writing the sequel right after I finished the first installment. It's been kicking around in my drafts, and I occasionally shake off the dust and work on it. I've made quite a bit of progress this time, and wanted to share a little bit of what I've been working on.
Here are a couple of short excerpts from the first half of the story.
Title TBA (Rated E) After the bomber is caught, Lucy and Tim give into their temptations. Tim decides it's his turn to undress Lucy.
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... But every signal he had been getting from Lucy, combined with a gut feeling that grew stronger by the moment, told him—screamed at him—that she wanted him, too. 
Here goes nothing.
Tim leaned a hip on the bar, facing Lucy. Close, but just out of reach. While they waited for a bartender to notice them, Tim lowered his lips to Lucy’s ear so he could be heard over the music. “Do you trust me to order for you?” he asked. “I think I’ve got a good idea of what you like.”
She wouldn’t have expected for such simple words to have such an effect on her. But something about the way Tim said those words filled Lucy’s head with ideas that she had tried to abandon after she walked out of the men’s locker room yesterday afternoon, evidence bags in hand.
Tim had pulled away from her ear, but lingered nearby, not having returned to his full height. Lucy looked up at him slowly. “Yes,” she said. “I trust you.”
“Two glasses of San Matias Cristal, dressed, please,” Tim told the bartender as he handed over his credit card.
“Opening up a tab?” the bartender asked.
“No, I’ll close it out,” he told them. He didn’t plan to be at the bar for very long if things went the way he had hoped.
“Tequila?” Lucy asked him, surprised. “I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you drink tequila.”
The heat building inside of Lucy’s body felt like no match for the look in Tim’s eyes when he said, “I wanted to try something new tonight.”
...
“Cheers.”
Their glasses clinked together and Tim’s eyes followed Lucy’s movements as her tongue peeked out to swipe a taste of salt from the rim of her glass before she took a sip. She closed her eyes as she savored the smooth taste of the tequila Tim ordered for her before letting the icy liquor slide down her throat.
Tim took a drink from his own glass, all the while keeping his eyes on her as she lifted the lime garnish to her lips and sucked its juice.
He was overcome with his need to touch her.
His fingers reached for her face and his thumb skimmed across the tip of her nose.
Tim leaned in, his lips next to her ear. “Salt,” he explained, his voice rumbling.
“Oh,” she said breathlessly.
As his lips pulled away, Lucy could feel the warmth of Tim’s breath coasting over her cheek. But Lucy couldn’t tell if the movement bringing their faces closer together came solely from Tim, or if she herself was drifting closer. Their noses now brushing up against each other, Lucy could sense that their lips were just a hair’s breadth apart.
She looked up at him through her lashes. “What are you doing, Tim?”
“This? It’s just… very close talking.”
Lucy shifted in her seat to bring their conversation (and their lips) even… closer. “Mmm, I see,” she said, enjoying the vibration that was created between their bodies.
“And what do you feel like talking about?” she asked, briefly closing her eyes, then opening them to make sure it wasn’t all a dream.
Tim placed his fingers on top of her wrist so lightly, it felt like a whisper.
“You.”
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Yes folks, Tim does indeed try something new that night. 😏
The sequel is rated E, so instead of posting a second chapter of the T-rated That's What Partners are For, it will be part of a series.
The series is tentatively titled Take It Off and can be found here on AO3 so you can subscribe for updates.
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Has...Oscar tangled at all with the merchant before? Maybe made an impression that made the merchant think "wow this kid is actually kinda annoying" ? It also makes me think, okay if oscar is mentored by madame springs and he succeeds her, that would certainly be a heck of a way for them to be "worse than her."
Nosy persistent conspiracy theorist who wants to uncover your true nature AND who's also trying to run you out of a business in the healing sector? I'd start losing my patience. Tho this is assuming oscar's penchant for the weird lives on even in older age
you know...this is definitely something i need to explore more because!!!! true!!! he is going to eventually replace madam springs, and that means on some level, oscar will know the merchant beyond "npc guy who sells things with limited dialogue options"
for now (and throughout most of the story) oscar is just "the apprentice." madam springs is always still the one to interact with the merchant, and you see oscar just kinda smiling and listening in the background waiting for them to stop bickering.
BUT when oscar DOES interact with the merchant (in a non-buyer-seller context), he IS worse. but its in the "I'm a better healer than madam springs and also she charges too much for the work we do imo." so hes even WORSE competition. and i think this is the only way to actually irritate the merchant, is if you start interfering with his business in a way where he cant oppose you.
lore fact: the merchant really does have the best goods at the best prices!! hes the kind of npc you would see on RPG guides about "if you need [item] you need to / should get it from the merchant because hes the only one that sells it / he has the cheapest price and refresh rate." and the ONLY one who can beat him (not even for everything, just for healing items) is madam springs. so her business is the ONLY thing that is mildly a threat to him, and he hates it. i dont think you see him get irritated at anyone/anything else except her!!
(and he cant steal her formulas or kill her either. "Her business patented the formula before the fall of the witch king, so I'm assuming he can't legally take it and sell it in his own shop." --Sulluvan about madam springs and the merchant)
on the note of oscar trying to uncover his true nature, oscar is smart enough to not mess with it. its mochi and lime who almost fucking die trying to uncover it, against the advice of EVERYONE telling them to leave it alone. the only reason they didnt die is that the merchant spared them because he knew they both still had a part to play that hadn't come to pass yet. (also i want an episode that delves into who/what he is without my main characters dying LMFAO). so after that incident, mochi and lime both tell oscar and the guild about it, so he leaves it alone
(side note: at the moment, lime is actually the one in the guild who knows the merchant the best, strangely. i think its the black canvas thing about him, that whatever magic the merchant uses that prevents people from questioning his nature, it doesnt work on lime. and by "knows him the best" i mean he gets a bit more cryptic dialogue from him than the others)
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im rewatching the smosh liveshow and i wanted to keep track of my favorite moments so they are below the cut
angela's tippy tappy toes of joy at amanda's new jersey voice
amanda's "LOOK IT UP" for increasingly unrealistic things, and ending it with "are you at peace are you at peace are you at peace hello areyouatpeaceareyouatpeaceareyouatpeace anthony areyouatpeace DON'T GOOGLE ME"
tommy's "only a tragic life could lead to looking like if a motorcycle was gay ... i can say that, i'm a motorcycle" and him saying the meaning of anthony's tattoos was so that he could fuck goth girls. oh and how could i forget describing angela as an "amber alert on rollerblades"
the cool ass music when the guests came on, made by tommy bowe i think? i honestly would listen to the music from the show all on its own
brandon rogers' "let's. eat. anthony!" and then making a very emphatic pitch as to why it would be a great idea
THE HALF-TIME SHOW OF COURSE. i know that they mostly won't post the show on youtube but i really really hope they post the half-time show
also a detail i just noticed is josh playing that escalating carnival "do do do do!" when chanse and keith got iced
dan and phil's extremely explicit video message with dan's repeated references to jerking off onto anthony's sexy calendar
courtney as bikini girl while still wearing doc martins. and there's something about the rhythm of "get you a girl who can do both two things two one time! :D" that is so funny, as well as "women are so scawwy ooohh!! what's under your blouse, two perfectly round GUNS? OHH!!"
rhett and link showing up standing menacingly in the doorway, and their tag line being "A Jesus and a Lesbian Woman"
the multiple "ian loves drinking breast milk" jokes
the chosen: "you're probably wondering why i look so badass right now. its because we are on the cusp of the greatest battle in the entire history of the universe.
and also i got queso on my three wolf moon shirt.
and i fell off my razor scooter on the way here."
i am glad that even though they made him look cool as fuck, shayne still emphasized that the chosen is not nearly as cool as he thinks he is.
"worst of all, anthony padilla HAD SEX!" and then quoting the star wars prequels lmao
also shayne singing without any self consciousness was very funny to me, but i can't put my finger on what the song was
ian saying i love you but having to say it in a silly voice (and in the after show anthony saying he can say i love you back to ian because unlike ian, he's actually said it before)
anthony's joke about how he expected everyone to roast him about his "dick piercing" and the entire audience going "wait wait, go back to that, what did you just say" and him moving on with no further comment
anthony to shayne: "i won't talk about how you were once known for your promising tv career and now you're known for wearing a t-shirt with limes on it''
chanse just full on horror movie screaming when anthony said arasha was in an ad for a republican dating app. also arasha's faces for everything were so great
keith full on responding whenever someone addresses him (and sometimes reacts out loud just because), he did this in the other funerals as well but it delights me every time
anthony saying chanse slides into his dms all the time, and chanse immediately replying "you respond, bitch!" (and then later anthony saying that chanse can go with mythical and he "can call link daddy now" but "watch out, [chanse] dms")
i loved anthony's reference to tommy's show serving cunt
anthony to amanda: "you're like if jessica rabbit drove a mini van"
anthony to ian: "one thing we all know about ian is he might have some trouble showing emotions" ian proceeds to stare deadpan into the camera. it was fun watching ian's reactions because often he wouldn't react to a lot of it or he would react as part of the bit, i've already forgotten the one thing that he really reacted to, fuck so i might have to rewatch it again
and then my favorite part of the aftershow was amanda and tommy continuously leaning in to make out and then saying "no save it for the parking lot, save it for the parking lot", and no they were not going to go anywhere, they were going to stay in the parking lot at smosh and make out in the car
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When Sacrifice No Longer Feels Loving: Raw, Messy, Emotional Thoughts on Loki Season 2
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It’s been a little over two weeks since the season 2 finale of Loki came out, and although it’s been pretty much all I’ve been able to think about lately, I haven’t really been able to put my thoughts into words. And I have a lot of thoughts. I need to get them out of my system, and I’ve tried to write them down on multiple occasions, but every time I do, they keep getting stuck on the way out.   
So, I’ve decided to do something different. Rather than trying to analyze the series critically, I’m going to just start writing about how it made me feel, and see where it takes me. I’m not really sure what’s going on in my heart and mind as I reflect on this story, but I have a vague idea of the truth that it’s tapping into. Fair warning: these thoughts are going to get very Christian-y and preachy, so if the gospel is not your thing, I don’t know how much sense this post will make. But, if you’ve been having a similar experience with the season and care to read, I hope that you find some encouragement and truth in these messy, emotionally honest thoughts!
When I try to sum up how I feel about season 2 as a whole, the only word that really comes to mind is “upset.” I’m just upset about it. The morning after the finale aired, I woke up with a deep, hollow pit of sadness in my stomach. I broke down crying a couple of times over the next few days just thinking about certain scenes in episodes 5 and 6, and I couldn’t rewatch the finale for almost a week. 
Is it weird to feel this kind of grief over something as simple as a TV show? Yeah, probably. But I think that’s kind of the point. I’d been looking forward to the release of this season for two years. Without getting too personal, I’ve recently been through one of the hardest years of my life. Just this year, I’ve gone to two funerals for people that I grew up with, been in a car crash, faced rejection in a relationship that I had grown emotionally attached to, and mourned with my community as we experienced one of the most tragic shootings in our country's history. The release of Loki season 2 had become a little bright spot in my 2023; something to look forward to in all the madness. 
When the first season came out, I remember being overcome by how good it was. It was wacky, and sweet, and funny, and sad, and redemptive all at once. Even in its darkest moments, there seemed to be a thread of hope that ran through the series from beginning to end. Over the years it had become a comfort show, a beautiful piece of art that offered me encouragement when I needed a pick-me-up. Because if a comic book super villain with a long history of screwing his life up can change his ways, make new friends, fall in love, find meaningful work, stand up to his oppressors, and ultimately write his own destiny, then gosh darnit, so can I. 
My roommate and I invited our friends over, every Thursday night for six weeks, to watch the new episodes as they premiered. Our watch parties started off full of excitement and anticipation. I even made key lime pie for us the first couple of times, which was a big hit. But as the weeks wore on, and the episodes started to spiral deeper into tragedy, our post-watch conversations became more full of questions and complaints than anything. When the credits rolled on the finale, we sat in an almost mournful silence, watching the screen, waiting with baited breath to see if there would be a post-credits scene. There wasn’t one. You could almost feel a sense of dread fall over the room. That’s it. That’s all they’re going to give us. That’s how they’ve decided to end the story. 
I think the first words that were uttered when the Disney Plus screen finally popped up were, “I hate Marvel,” before we all began to voice how we felt.  
I can honestly say this has been one of the weirdest, strongest emotional reactions to a piece of media that I’ve ever had. It’s genuinely felt like I’ve been going through the five stages of grief over this show, but the grief isn’t just stemming from the inherent sadness of the story. I’m also grieving the show itself; what it’s become, how it was handled by the people it was entrusted to, and the knowledge that there will likely not be another season to redeem it. I feel angry, unseen and unloved by the writers who set up everything over the course of six episodes to ensure that the finale was as heartbreaking as possible. 
At the same time, however, I can’t say that I hated it. A part of me knows that the reason it’s affecting me so deeply is because it’s so well-made. Art doesn’t grip you this much unless it’s objectively good. There are legitimate critiques of the story/filmmaking that I could make and a lot of people already have. The temptation to scoff and say “Michael Waldron wouldn’t have done it this way” and turn all my excitement towards Secret Wars is very strong, but that just seems like misplacing my hope. Underneath all the sadness and the frustration, there’s also a layer of confusion. Am I supposed to be feeling this way? Is this what the writers of this show wanted me to feel all along? And if so, why? What are they trying to say through this story?  
I don’t normally mind stories with tragic endings, so long as I can understand the purpose behind them. I remember feeling similarly unsettled when I finished the first season of Arcane, wondering what the point of it all was. But after a little bit of analysis and reflection, I could see how the tragedy was fitting; how the characters choices had led to the ending and the cautionary tale it was trying to tell me. Even in the tragedy, it was still good. I’ve also learned to love the grief that comes with watching a character make a heroic sacrifice for those he loves. I think of Tony Stark in Avengers: Endgame, Janner in The Wingfeather Saga, or Stoick in How To Train Your Dragon 2. All these deaths are heartbreaking and painful to watch, but there’s a certain beauty to them too, and you can feel the goodness and love in their sacrifices.
This one is different, though. Something about this one feels wrong. Something about this one feels deeply, inherently, not good. And analysis is only making it worse. 
I’m having a really hard time seeing the beauty in the sacrifice that Loki makes at the end of season 2. This story wasn’t supposed to end in tragedy. It was supposed to be a reversal of tragedy. A second chance for a beloved character (one who has already sacrificed himself for love on multiple occasions) to finally receive some kind of reward instead of punishment.
To end the series the way the writers did feels almost like a stab in the back, a betrayal if you will, of all the hope and joy and restoration that the first season promised. I guess adopted children who are abandoned at birth really are destined to be alone forever, no matter how much love they have to give. I guess villains can’t find redemption, and even if they do, they will not escape eternal punishment for their sins. I guess quarrels between brothers (or lovers) can’t be resolved, and every relationship we cherish is doomed to fall apart eventually. I guess young women like me, who are strong and independent because we’ve had to be, are not worth pursuing, and we should be content with our middle-management jobs and casual friendships as if that is the peak of human existence. I guess we should embrace isolation and selfishness after all. I guess true love doesn’t really exist, and we should walk away from any semblance of it before it makes us bleed.
Bummer. 
The night after we watched the finale, I drove a couple of my friends home. On the drive back, I could feel the sadness of the story aching in my gut. I thought specifically about Sylvie, and how unsatisfied I felt with where the story left her. I’ve always connected with her as a character, and I hated the way she had been sidelined throughout the season. Every week, I had tuned in hoping I would see some kind of reconciliation between her and Loki. I just wanted some kind assurance that she loved him back, that they would somehow end up together in the end. One kiss, one hug, just… one conversation, for heaven’s sake. One apology from either side. One confession of love. But six episodes and it never came. Their relationship wasn’t even addressed. It was reduced to subtext, as if it wasn’t the back bone that Michael Waldron built his original pitch off of back before 2021.  
I thought about the way she shrugged and smiled when Mobius asked her what she was going to do next, and it just irked me. Why didn’t they tell us what her plans were? Why didn’t they give us some kind of clue? It seemed so obvious to me what she should do. She should make good use of her Tempad and go be with Loki. How could she just walk away, knowing everything he just sacrificed for her? Do people really think she could just… go back to her life after that, with so many things left unsaid between them? If she really does love him, how could she? How could she go through life, knowing that the truest love she’s ever experienced is lightyears away, always watching, always with her, but unable to be physically present with her in a mortal, tangible way? It sounded like such a sad, lonely fate and my heart broke for both Sylvie and Loki as I thought about it.  
But then it dawned on me: wait a second… isn’t that what it’s like to be a Christian? Isn’t that the reality I’m living every day, as Christ’s bride? The weight of that realization was so heavy I almost had to pull over on the side of the road because I couldn’t breath. My savior loves me more than anything. He gave up everything for me, just like Loki did for Sylvie. I don’t even know how many rounds he went with the enemy on that cross, just to bargain for my soul. And what do I do about it? I shrug it off with a smile. I forget about it until it’s convenient. I go back to my job, my house, my car, my record store, as if every second of my life hasn’t been paid for by the blood, sweat, and tears of a God who just wants me to be ok. As if I could ever fool myself into believing a life without Him is enough for me. 
As if I shouldn’t be fighting like hell to get back to Him. As if love so amazing, so divine, doesn’t demand my life, my soul, my all. Just so you know, I teared up again writing that last paragraph.
A lot of people have pointed out the parallels that can be made between Loki and Sylvie and Adam and Eve. The comparison really does work in a lot of ways. A perfect likeness, a counterpart created for a lonely man because “it is not good that the man should be alone” (Genesis 2:18). One flesh, two halves of a whole. Equals, balancing and complementing each other perfectly. A couple chosen by a higher power to rule the universe with authority. There’s something edenic about that scene where they snuggle in the grass under that blanket together: a man and a woman, wrapped up in a garden of green, completely unguarded and vulnerable with each other. The man promises the woman his protection, and the woman shyly offers him her trust and thanks in return. 
When they make it to the Citadel at the End of Time, their parting echoes deeply of the fall. The serpent (He Who Remains) sows seeds of distrust between them, knowing full-well that they are stronger together and could easily overpower him if they remain united. The two halves are torn apart and turn on one another. The woman, in her thirst for freedom, takes control of the situation, and the man fails in his duty to stop her. Free will is unleashed into the world, and with it comes consequence and chaos and danger.         
If season 1 can be read as the journey from the garden to the fall, season 2 reads more like the journey from the fall to the cross. Chaos and confusion, spiraling slowly towards death and destruction. Constant distrust between the man and the woman, between God and his bride. An inability to reconcile, to fix what’s been broken. The citadel goes from being Eden to being Gethsemane. When every other option has been tried and all hope is lost, Loki returns to the moment of the fall and pleads with his love, over and over again, to make a different choice. But she will not stop rebelling, even though it leads to her death every time. 
Unable to reason with her, Loki confronts He Who Remains to bargain for her life. But there’s no option that doesn’t end in bloodshed. Loki must either kill Sylvie, the woman he loves, and go on committing genocide in HWR’s place. Or, he must break the temporal loom and let the chaos that ensues destroy all of reality. These, according to He Who Remains, are the only two choices. So Loki makes a third choice. Instead of sacrificing others for the multiverse, he makes a total sacrifice of himself. I think you can see where I’m going with this. 
It’s not lost on me how weird it is to compare Loki, a marvel super villain based off of a pagan norse god, to Jesus. But the crucifixion/ascension parallels here aren’t exactly subtle. Loki puts on a heavy crown, carries a great burden up a hill, and “dies” on a tree of all things, to save both the woman he loves and the group of friends he’s grown close with during his time at the TVA. His last words to his loved ones before he ascends are, “I know what kind of God I need to be, for you, for all of us.” When I think about the story in these parabolic terms, I’m almost overwhelmed by how much truth is woven into this mythology.  And yet, something about it still feels deeply unsettling to me. There’s still a piece missing that makes it feel more like a Greek tragedy than a Jewish parable. 
As they are, Loki Seasons 1 and 2 show me a reflection of the fall, the cross, and in some ways, the ascension of Jesus Christ. What they don’t show me is a picture of the resurrection. And any christian will tell you that the resurrection is the most vital part of the story (1 Corinthians 15:16-20). The series shows me sin and what it costs. They show me what is lost in sacrifice, but they don’t show me what is gained. The hero meets a fate worse then death, and is forced to remain there, alone, for all eternity. There are no tearful reunions at the tomb, no assurance that death has been defeated, no eucatastrophe. No curse reversed. God and man are forever separated, and for some reason that’s supposed to be beautiful, according to Marvel. It’s not. It’s a question mark, a gaping wound at the end of the story that offers no comfort. To live in that tension, that separation, in those three days between Christ’s death and his resurrection, is literally the most painful, most hopeless place for the human heart to dwell. But, maybe it’s a tension that we should sit in more often, so that we can appreciate the weight of what Christ did for us. 
The more I think about it, the more I realize that I don’t really hate season 2 of Loki. It’s a beautifully crafted piece of art, well-written (sort of) and well-acted, with gorgeous production design and a deep, meaningful story at its core. What I hate, with every fiber of my being, is the thought that that is where the story ends. That it’s supposed to end there. That this ending is good. As a Christian, I almost can’t accept it. Everything in me screams that there has to be more resolution beyond the credits of the finale. 
That, I think, is where all the pain swirling in my heart around this story is really coming from. And whether they know it or not, I think that’s where a lot of the Loki fandom’s pain is coming from right now. The gospel is so written into our DNA that it pours itself out into every mythology we try to create. We are so desperate for the reassurance that the resurrection is true, that when we get even the slightest hint that it might not be, it triggers our deepest, darkest anxieties. Nothing scares me more than the thought of being alone, separated from God, for all eternity. Not even death is scarier, or more tragic, than that. It is, by definition, hell. 
So yeah. Curse you, Marvel. Curse you for telling me a story that hurts like hell, and expecting me to just be ok with it. For giving me an ending that could never, in any reality, be satisfying or conclusive, and then trying to gaslight me into believing that it is. For ensuring that I will probably end up buying a ticket for both Secret Wars and Kang Dynasty (even though I’m really tired of superhero movies) just so that I can see if I’m right, that love really does win in the end. I don’t really have any kind of expectation that the next two Avengers movies are going to give me the closure I’m looking for. But I think I know where I can find it.  
As grieved as I am by the way Marvel handled this story, I’m also kind of amazed by the way its incompleteness is revealing to me the total, satisfying completeness of the gospel. Marvel can’t promise me that, at the end of time, the God of Stories will be reunited with his warring bride and live happily ever after in the presence of his inner circle. But the gospel does. And the hope that I find there is immeasurable.
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WIP Wednesday
Today I have a excerpt from my upcoming Ranger and the Deputy fic staring Ranger!Delgado and Kitty Lincoln.
I tag @fangbangerghoul, @eridanidreams, @silurisanguine, @bearlytolerant, @toxiclizardwrites (I think you shared today but tagging anyway!), @aro-pancake, @aislingdmdt, @a-cosmic-elf, @lisa-and-shadow, @thatsgoodsquishy0, and anyone else who might have something to share. No pressure, let's have fun:)
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Delgado pulled her close and stole a kiss on her jaw as they approached the Coe Heritage Museum. Kitty giggled and turned, catching his cheek in her hand and kissed him back. Her lips were soft against his, a heat, intensity in the moment. He held her against him, his hand firmly at the small of her back, and dipped her as his lips trailed down her neck. He bit her neck and quickly kissed it to soothe the skin. She gasped and let out a breathy giggle. He wondered if they could make it to the bar.
He stood her back up and was met with a hungry kiss, her arms slung around his neck, her weight and momentum throwing them off balance. They stumbled back together into the side of the Enhance! Building, her fingers in his hair rubbing his scalp, his hands firmly gripping her hips.
“Hey, knock it off,” a firm voice from the path called over to them. As they reluctantly pulled away from each other a flashlight blinded Delgado, causing him to curse in Spanish and flip the bird at the guard. They were both panting, Kitty leaned forward to rest her forehead on his shoulder.
“Ranger?” the guard lowered his flashlight, “come on, you know better.”
“Don’t you have anything better to do with your time?” Del shot back, “maybe go take a long stroll over to Laredos and see if you can find the thief Annie mentioned a while back.”
“We both know that kid was seeing things,” the guard flipped the flashlight off and hooked it back onto their belt, “just…if you’re going to be doing that sort of thing, go home.”
Kitty was mumbling into his scarf, “oh gee thanks, officer. We never would have figured that one out if you hadn’t come along.”
Delgado gave a hearty laugh and kissed her head, “Vamos, Diego is waiting at Aggie’s.”
They hurried down the switchback stairs and down into the Stretch. The sounds of Aggie’s, blaring generic rock music, the crashing of glass bottles into a bin or onto the floor, the shouting and laughing, spilled out into the muddy path. As they approached three men spilled out the main doors, one tumbling back into a large puddle, another swinging for the third, missing, and losing his balance. Aggie herself appeared in the doorway, a bat in hand, “Git!”
“Still want to go?” Delgado asked, his arm draped over Kitty’s shoulder.
“At least one drink with Diego,” she bumped her hip into him.
He nodded and they approached the bar, Aggie still lingering in the doorway. She eyed the couple suspiciously and relaxed her shoulders, “Del, nice seeing you again.”
“I see you’re having a busy evening,” he glanced back at one of the three drunks she had just ejected, “not too much trouble, right?”
“Those three? Fucking idiots,” Aggie shook her head and spit into a nearby puddle, “mind the floors, Ethan’s still mopping up the mess.”
“Please tell me its beer,” Delgado wrinkled his nose.
“Thankfully,” Aggie took a step to the side to let them pass, “Diego grabbed the usual table and already ordered. Ethan will bring the drinks out when he’s done.”
“Thanks Aggie,” Del touched his forehead with his index finger and gave a small salute before leading Kitty inside. He leaned in and whispered into her ear, “hopefully that was the last of it.”
Diego waved them over to his table, Ethan next to him with a tray with shots of golden liquor, a salt shaker, and a small dish of lime slices. Delgado sighed at the sight and let loose a string of Spanish curses under his breath.
“Problem?” Kitty leaned in close to his ear to combat the loud music. Her breath felt good on his neck.
“Oh just Diego’s idea of getting drinks is all,” he responded, his lips now pressed against her ear.
“We’ll be fine,” she tickled at his side as they stepped up to the table. He jumped slightly with a laugh and shook his head.
“Took your time,” Diego looked between them. Del caught Diego staring at her neck and looked over to see his bite bright against her pale skin, “Get lost?”
“We took the scenic route, Del wanted to show me the sights,” Kitty leaned against the table, eyeing the shots on the tray.
“Oh I’m sure he did,” Diego smirked.
Delgado leaned over to Deigo and hissed through his teeth, “shut it.”
“Someone cultivates agave out here?” Kitty picked up one of the glasses and sniffed the contents, “New Homestead used to but someone in my dad’s generation messed up a soil change and killed the whole crop. No one could get it going again and they were told by MAST our crop was the last of it.”
“Probably for the UC,” Diego said before licking the side of his hand and shaking salt onto the wet skin, “but yeah, Del’s family owns like six massive greenhouses of the stuff out on Codos.”
“They do?” She looked at Del with big, bright eyes, “that’s amazing.” Delgado bobbed his head side to side, irritated with Diego’s rambling but not wanting to show it, “You ever had tequila?”
“Once. Anja got a bottle in the tavern and served it to celebrate a milestone a few years back. Everyone got a drink with a shot in it; I remember it was pretty sour,” she shook her head and sat the small glass on the table, “In New Homestead we brew vodka, rum, and gin in house. We serve it at our tavern but only the locals really drink it; the tourists all complain that it’s too harsh.”
“Harsh?” Diego lowered his hand, no longer ready to hurry the group into their first shot.
“Apparently you aren’t suppose to be able to taste them when mixed with lots of juices or soda?” Kitty shrugged, “I’m not sure. I just know that tourists will order a mixed drink and complain that they can taste it and it’s bad but…it’s fine? I mean it’s alcohol, it’s not going to taste like candy and sunshine.”
Diego threw his head back and laughed hard enough to draw attention from other tables, “Is New Homestead brewing moonshine?”
“We don’t exactly have room for a lot of extra equipment,” Kitty explained, “they could probably stand to filter the vodka a few more times, that one can make he shudder something fierce, and sometimes the gin tastes like the floor cleaner smells but again it’s alcohol, it’s not supposed to be nice, it’s meant to get you drunk.”
“¡Mierda! You poor soul,” Diego was wiping tears from his eyes, “It doesn’t have to be that bad.”
“Diego, they live under the ice,” Del reminded him, “they’re making due.”
“They shouldn’t have to, they belong to the fucking United Colonies. They aren’t some LIST settlement!” Diego exclaimed. He pointed at the salt shaker, “Okay, Kitty, you saw what I did, copy that. Once we have that we lick the salt, take the shot, and bite the lime once you swallow.”
“That seems like a lot for a shot,” she tilted her head to the side with a quizzical look.
“It allegedly makes the shot taste better,” Delgado picked up his shot and looked to Diego, “or you could just shoot it and not be a pussy about it.”
“I didn’t order your family’s tequila,” Diego shook his head, “it don’t go down smooth without it.”
Delgado held Diego’s stare for a beat and then threw the shot back unceremoniously. It did burn a bit, the aftertaste wrinkling his nose for a second, but it was fine. He sat the shot glass down and looked over in time to watch Kitty swallow and set hers down as well. She looked completely unphased by the cheap tequila, wearing a toothy grin at Diego who grumbled about them being no fun before licking his hand, shooting his shot, and biting down on a wedge of lime. Kitty reached over and took one of the lime wedges and bit into it, clearly curious to what it might add to the taste.
“Ethan!” Diego called over to the bartender, “another round por favor!”
“You sure, you big baby,” Delgado taunted his fellow ranger, “you barely handled the last one.”
“Vete a la verga,” Diego snarled back.
Delgado could feel Kitty looking at them. When he looked back she was still smiling, “how many ‘another rounds’ you counting on, ranger? Del and I do have work to do tomorrow.”
“Just one more,” Diego held up his hands in mock defense, “so we can have a proper toast.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” Del pointed a finger at Diego, “arguing with Jacob will give me a headache enough, I don’t want to be hung over.”
“Thought you said no work talk,” Diego leaned in.
Delgado touched Diego’s cheek and pushed his face away with minimal force. Diego laughed and clapped his friend’s shoulder as Ethan delivered the second round. Diego thanked the bartender, who gave a noncommittal nod and shuffled back to the bar.
“Don’t go crazy with the toast,” Del reached for his glass.
“I won’t,” Diego waited for Kitty to take her glass and then raised his own, “To your success today at the GalBank, to your success tomorrow, and each day forward. Arriba, abajo, al centro, y dentro. Salud!”
As Diego said the back half of his toast he raised his glass, lowered it, and pushed it to the center with Delgado following suit and Kitty trailing behind, unfamiliar with the tradition, before finishing the toast and throwing back the shot. Delgado echoed his ‘salud’ and Kitty quietly followed suit before taking her shot. Delgado and Kitty watched Diego shake off his grimace and then shared an amused look.
“Oh shove it your people drink paint thinner,” Diego waved off her look with a laugh, “go on and get out of here, I know you both want to.”
“You know nothing, Diego,” Delgado laughed and clapped his friend’s shoulder, “don’t get too wild tonight.”
“I’d say the same to you but we both know neither of us listen.” Diego’s darted his eyes to Kitty and back to Delgado and winked. While the two rangers bantered Delgado missed the young man who sidled up to Kitty with a drink in hand. When he turned around he saw her leaned back against the wall, one hand around an empty shot glass and her eyes glued to Del.
“Your wasting your time with the lawmen here,” the young man said, his words slurred, “why don’t you come sit with me, I can show you a good time.”
“That’s it?” Kitty asked loud enough to be heard over the music,
“That’s all you’ve got? I’ve heard 12 year old boys serve better pick-up lines!”
“Man, fuck you, you fat cow,” the man stumbled as he thrust his pointed index finger inches from her chest, “I was being nice!”
“Go be nice somewhere else,” Delgado shoved the man, knocking him to the floor and spilling his drink. He clapped his hands together like he was knocking dust off and then held out a hand to Kitty, “shall we, Kitten?” Delgado heard Diego behind him, “Dios Mio.”
Kitty’s skin was flush, though Del couldn’t tell if that was arousal or the alcohol, desire plain in her eyes. She took his hand and stepped over the downed drunk, “thought you’d never ask.”
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weirdowithaquill · 5 months
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Traintober 2023: Day 21 - Roots
Terence Hates Weeds:
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Terence the Tractor works on a farm near Hackenbeck, on Thomas’ branchline. He’s a pleasant sort, but he can be rather cheeky, and a little impatient. Once upon a time, he’d saved Thomas from a deep snow drift, and ever since the tractor had always been the first to remind Thomas to be careful whenever the snow began to fall.
“Do be careful, Thomas,” he chortled. “I might not be able to pull you out if you get stuck this time!” Thomas often ignored him when he got like this.
Terence’s farm was often all but barren during the winter. Terence was only started up to go and check on the cows that lived in the far paddock, but otherwise he spent his winter days dozing in his shed.
One morning, however, he awoke to the farmer flinging open the door. “That sodding weeds are back!” he grumbled. Terence groaned. The last of the frost had only just melted away!
One thing that the farm often had to contend with was weeds – and one particular type was continuously causing the farm trouble was horsetail. Horsetail weeds could spread their roots deep into the ground, making it almost impossible to full dig them out. Furthermore, they spread rapidly: one day, it was one, then the next it was four, then sixteen, and by the end of the week the field was covered, and the harvest was ruined.
The weeds also resisted everything Terence and the farmer did to remove them. Mowing had down nothing, burning them had only worked to remove the visible plant and weedkillers couldn’t penetrate through its rubbery skin.
So instead, Terence was coupled to a large tanker of lime. “We’ll begin by liming the soil,” the farmer said. “Then, we’ll burn the lot of them, dig up the tubers and be rid of this menace!”
Terence was excited to begin – though his excitement dimmed when he realised just how boring it all was. He dragged the tanker across the field a number of times, then sat beside the line and waited while the farmer set fire to the horsetail weeds.
That was when he heard a familiar horn. “What’s going on?!” exclaimed Mavis, looking horrified. Terence was confused. “Um…” “Quick! Driver! We must rescue Terence from the fire!” “Wait…” Before Terence could protest, Mavis’ driver had grabbed a coil of rope and tied it around his bumper. The other end was tied to Mavis, and the diesel began to pull Terence away from his field as quickly and carefully as she could.
“Mavis! Stop!” shouted Terence. “The farm isn’t on fire!”
Mavis stopped. “What?” “The farm isn’t on fire,” spluttered Terence indignantly. “We’re burning off weeds!” Mavis winced.
“Oh… sorry. Um…” The two paused – Terence looked down and groaned. His caterpillar tracks had gotten caught in a gnarled tree root. Mavis chuckled nervously, and hurried away with her stone trains.
“How’d you do that?!” exclaimed the farmer. “Mavis thought the farm was on fire, and wanted to save me,” Terence replied. “I tried to tell her, sir.” The farmer could only sigh. “It’s nice that you have such good friends, Terence, but they need to leave you alone so you can do your job!”
At that moment, a cheerful whistle peeped from behind them. “Oh no…” groaned Terence. “Need a little help?” asked Thomas cheekily. “Though I might not be able to pull you out, seeing as you’re stuck this time.”
Terence groaned – all this, and because of some annoying weeds with deep roots.
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Since y’all liked me getting beaten down by GX characters so much, here’s:
Yu-Gi-Oh ARC-V Characters ranked by how easily I could take them in a fight
same rules apply: fisticuffs only and my personal feelings about the characters do not matter
also since ARC-V is WEIRD AF when it comes to characters this will be characters that are exclusive to ARC-V. so no repeat of Asuka. We already know I bite harder than she does.
without further ado, here we go:
Reira Akaba. No shit. is literally a baby. if I was a baby kicking kind of person I could punt her into the sun. However as I do not kick babies I am more inclined to wrap her in a lil blanket and put her in the corner.
Yuya Sakaki. Bitch. One good step on his toes and he’s going “reaction shot?!” I pull on his stupid fuckin goggles and snap them back onto his face. he’s down. count to ten.
Yuzu Hiragi. Canonically the bracelet girls really suck at holding their own at any given moment. Yuzu is the weakest physically because she has never seen war or hardship to the level of the other three. I could take her in four seconds. pigtail tug time.
Yuri. The second weakest physically of the Yu boys. has been coddled by Leo for years. probably sparred with Sho at the academy to make himself feel better about having 0% body weight from muscles. eat shit you purple motherfucker.
Dennis McField. not only would I beat him, I would enjoy doing it. I’d love to curbstomp that motherfucker off a boat, except he already did that to himself. physically he is a fuckin twig and I am five feet seven inches of pure unadulterated god complex. he’ll wish I turned his ass into a card.
Reiji Akaba. the scarf works to his detriment. I do two laps around him holding the end of that thing and suddenly his face is turning blue and he’s calling for papa. unfortunately for him I have zero mercy.
Rin. again, the bracelet girls are notoriously bad at being strong independent women. we literally don’t see Rin for most of the series because she got herself kidnapped off the cuff. that being said she could probably hold her own against me, but I think she’s too sweet for that.
Z-ARC. We’ve established I bite. even outside of human form, if you look at him, he’s got a fuck ton of exposed veins, both as regular Z-ARC and Yuya Z-ARC. chompy chompy motherfucker you’ll pass out from the blood loss before I can kick your ass properly.
Yugo. Canonically relies on his motorcycle for fuckin everything. lost to Yuri because he rolled a nat one on his constitution saving throw. even though he’s probably physically in shape from motorcycle stuff I could flick him in the forehead and he’d be whining like a baby. If I got the first shot in, I’d have a 99% chance of winning. If he got to me first it would go to about 60%. again, I bite.
Leo Akaba. Here’s where we get into characters that have a greater than 50% chance of beating me. Leo is canonically ripped and also has zero emotions. I would only win if I got close enough for a nut kick, but there’s only one person who wants to be that close to Leo Akaba and it sure as hell ain’t me.
Sora Shuin’in. Holy fuck who let their feral cat off its leash. Sora is literally insane and I am requesting backup. He’d shove that lollipop so far up my ass that I’d be able to tell whether it was lime or green apple. I live in fear of Sora suddenly materializing in my room
Ruri Kurosaki. Remember how I bite? She bites harder. She puts up with No Shit and also has No Fucks To Give.
Serena. No further explanation needed. I fear that explaining it further would cause Feral Child #2 to burst into my brain and start kicking.
Yusho Sakaki. Sweet mother of blue eyes white dragon. remember how I said my personal feelings don’t matter? now they do. smash. next question. wait what were we talking about?
Shun Kurosaki. kinda lost the plot on Yusho but we’re back on track now. Shun canonically took out armed guards by Batmanning his ass up a wall. There’s posters up for him that say “lost dog” and the caption is just “if you find him please keep him”.
Yuto. Everything that Shun is + Ruri taught him how to effectively bite.
Noburu Gongenzaka. he is actually ripped and wears cement shoes for funzies. he could probably just stomp once and my shaky joints would give out on their own. bye.
Yoko Sakaki. canonically beat the stuffing out of people in her past life and I would let her. angry mom energy means I barely make it out alive. smash. wait— shit—
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Don't Let The Vampire In
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@writing.prompt.s on IG
Lestat x fem character cuz I can. RIP Anne Rice, you would've gotten this taken down.
AN: I edited this like three times so if anybody who read it before sees it again plot twist hennyy I'm feeling 3rd person POV.
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The cold evening air was unforgiving as Lena trudged to her apartment. New Orleans was at its lowest temperatures for the first time in a while, which sucked for her who dressed light out of habit. She doubted the weather would reach this point earlier that day, and now muttered curses to herself while shivering down the sidewalk. The only person who seemed very pleased with the forecast was her neighbor, Lestat.
She already decided he was a strange man from the moment he moved in next door. His fashion was outdated to say the least, and he did not speak colloquially. She assumed he was a theater actor, always in practice, or he was in a Victorian LARPing group. Although most of his attributes seemed out of place, he was surprisingly into the metal scene. She knew this because she was the one suffering from sleeplessness as he blasted loud music next door, but none of this really bothered her due to one reason. He was gorgeous. Sounds shallow, but it was true.
She finally made it to her door, rubbing her shoes onto the cheap Welcome mat as she fiddled with her keys. Just as she unlocked the door, a voice spoke behind her causing her to stiffen. She peered behind her shoulder and relaxed at the sight of her blond neighbor.
"I said good evening, Lena. Did I startle you?" Lestat asked slyly. He took a small step closer to her yet seemed to tower over her.
Christ he's perfect.
"Yes, you did actually. Were you waiting out here for me?" she replied. Frankly, she couldn't flirt. During most of her interactions with men she'd treat them like a brick wall or speak in a sardonic tone, but whatever power Lestat had over her it made her want to try.
Lestat's eyes squinted as he grinned at her.
"Yes actually, I left something of mine in your kitchen. I anticipated getting here the same time as you so that I may retrieve it without bothering you too much." He explained.
"Oh...okay come on in then," she said as she turned back to the door. He had been inside her apartment several times in the past, but the thought of it made her giggle like a schoolgirl every time. She pushed the door open and entered, her neighbor following behind her.
"Sorry it's a bit of a mess, I've been taking longer shifts so I don't have any time in here. Do you want something to eat? Are you thirsty? Wait what did you even leave in here? Is it this cord?" She rambles more to herself than to Lestat, but he didn't seem to mind and took the cord from her hand. Their hands brush momentarily. Her body shivered, face flushing with the hope he didn't notice.
Why is he so cold? Probably from standing outside all day and enjoying the shitty weather...
"So.." she begins. She pondered between spilling her heart's deepest desires or offering him hot tea. Either way, she didn't have a chance because Lestat was already stalking out the door.
"Thank you Lena I am so pleased to have a neighbor like you," he replied rather plainly. He turned to look at her once more, cracking an even wider smile this time. Before she could answer back, he shuts the door.
***
The next day rolled by, which was Lena's only off day for the entire week. She cleaned, cooked, washed, ironed, decluttered, and dusted the day into night. As the sun disappeared over the horizon, she tossed over the final trash bag into the communal dumpster.
She dusted off her hands satisfactorily and headed back upstairs. Before entering her apartment, she looked down at the Welcome mat. It was ugly, lime green, and shriveled at the edges. With a grimace, she picks it up by the corner and goes inside. She opens the living room window and aims at the bin below. She was only three stories high; she couldn't possibly miss a drop straight down. She tosses the mat out and watches it glide down. It landed beside the dumpster.
"Man." she said defeatedly. While locking the window back shut, a knock came from the door. She checked the time, it was 9pm. Slightly suspicious hour.
She makes it over to the door and cracks it open a tad bit, using one eye to peek out only to swing it wide open at the sight of Lestat. He lifted his head to reveal his (naturally) smirking face.
"Heyy Lestat!" she greeted him sing-songishly while mentally face palming. She stepped to the side to let him in, but he stood there quietly and looked at the floor before him.
"Good evening Lena, may I come in?" he asked without taking a step forward. She blinked at him, confused, but remembered his Victorian thing.
"Why yes of course, please do come in," she said with a small bow to the head. She thought he was being playful, but Lestat seemed to relax back into himself and enter with confident strides. He had his back to her as she shut the door, she could tell he was measuring up her now clean apartment. She pitifully hoped he wasn't thinking she cleaned because of the mess he had seen yesterday.
"So, what's going o-"
"I'm going out of town for a few months, a sort of.... tour with the band, for the new album, you understand?" he interrupts her with the news. Her eyebrows raised slightly. He never left the city for that long; he would usually return in a couple weeks at most because he hated driving long distances.
"That sounds exciting!" she replied, trying not to seem crestfallen. He looked at her, looked into her, for longer than usual. Her face began to heat up.
I cannot have possibly said something wrong. Is there something on my face? What-?
"Sure," he finally said with a shrug, "I wanted to let you know now since I am leaving early in the morning. I did not want you to misunderstand my abrupt departure."
Her cheeks burned for the millionth time at this, creeping down to her neck. He cared about what she thought. Maybe he cared about her.
"Oh no don't worry I wouldn't think anything negative of you..." she began, trailing off as Lestat took a step towards her. Here he was again, towering over her. His golden locks hung low near the edges of her face. She looked up and looked away from him, swallowing thickly as he used a finger to prop her chin up to him. His orange eyes burned into hers. She felt her limbs liquefy, heartbeat roaring in her ears. His eyes swept over her face to her neck, landing on her pulse point. It was as if he could hear the blood pumping through her veins. He brought his face closer, his wavy hair tickling her cheeks as he inhaled deeply, but she didn't pay attention to any of it. All she could focus on were his blown out pupils, his pink lips, which parted to say something. She thought she'd seen drool forming on his tongue before he snapped his head back and pulled his hand away from her.
"I was also hoping if I may ask a small favor from you. Just to keep my mail with you until I return. Here, this is the key to my box," he places a key in her palm, the small engraving of his room number facing up. She stares at the key in her hand, her mind still buzzing with adrenaline from what she thought was the most tension she'd felt in ages. Lestat brushed his hand over her hair, making her return her attention to him.
"You'll be good while I am gone, won't you darling?" he was close to her again, half whispering. You could feel his hot breath on your skin.
Please just rip my clothes off please I have loved you since I have known you, I beg of you Lesta-
"Yes..." is all she can muster as a reply. Weak. He's flirting right? That's beyond her now since she can't function anymore. She thought he'd leave, but he stared at every inch of her face. His eyes landed on her mouth. God, her lips were chapped, weren't they? He looks back up at her with a smile, a perfect smile.
"I must go." His hand slid down to her shoulder before he completely pulled away and left the apartment.
She felt cold. Lestat was not exactly a warm hearth, but the intimacy they shared a moment ago lit something ablaze in her soul.
***
Weeks went by and Lena kept her promise to Lestat. She'd pick up both their mails and leave his in a basket in her kitchen. If Lestat was to be gone for a few months, then he should be returning soon. She smiled at the memory of the last interaction with him as she returned from the postal box. Maybe he felt the same towards her.
She was on a shorter schedule at work and enjoyed the time off. The weather was finally beginning to be agreeable, so she spent most of her time going out with a friend or two. Today her friend Anya was over. She knew everything about Lena's insane crush on her neighbor and relished in her glee as much as she did.
"You HAVE to ask him out when he comes back! You know he doesn't seem the type to ask a girl out... he's a bit cocky. Personally, I wouldn't be into him, but you clearly are!" Anya said as Lena joined her on the couch. Lena gave her an unamused look and shrugged.
"But if he isn't into me then I would just ruin the relationship we already have," Lena said with a pout. Anya rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to speak, but stopped as a loud thudding interrupted her. It was coming from the other next-door neighbor. The two girls looked at the wall and back at each other as the thudding continued.
"That's weird, that neighbor is always quiet." Lena said. The thudding suddenly reached an alarming volume and pace.
"Maybe they're fucking." Anya states matter-of-factly. Lena's head whipped to look at her friend and she bursted into laughter.
"Hell no, she's an old ass lady living alone!"
"Oh, then maybe we should go see what's up. It would be the good neighborly thing to do."
"I mean, I guess." They both remain seated after this decision, but jump right up as the thudding gets louder. Lena and Anya rush out the door and knock the neighbor's door quickly.
"Hello? Ms. Hill? It's me Lena, from next door!" she yelled into the door. The thudding stops immediately, and the two girls press their ears against the door. A quiet sob could be heard on the other side. Her eyes widen and she pulls at the doorknob. No use, it was locked. The thuds grow weaker.
"I'm gonna kick it down." Anya decides. Lena pushes her friend away from the door and shakes her head.
"Don't be stupid, we can just get someone to help, and if that's not enough then we'll call 911," Lena said. She rushes to the door across the hall and knocks.
"Hello? It's your neighbor, someone's in trouble!" She twists at the doorknob without thinking and the door clicks open. She freezes for a second but pushes it open to reveal the dark apartment. Anya peeks from behind her.
"Anyone home...?" she said. Lena shrugs and reaches around to turn on a light. She muffles a shriek with her hand as the light reveals a dried up corpse in the middle of the room. Turning away from the body, Lena watches Anya who was already down by the next door, her phone pressed onto her ear. Anya slams her free hand against the door.
"Why the fuck is my call not going through? Lena you know you have really shitty service in this building? Oh, fuck this, come on" she paces around the hallway, her phone flat against her face. Lena walks slowly to the door Anya was just at. Lena breaks out in cold sweat, her hands shivering as she twisted the doorknob. Rotting stench of flesh filled her nose this time.
She panicked. Two dead neighbors on her floor? How long have they been dead? Who killed them? Questions whizz through her mind as she goes down the hall, one hand on the wall to keep her from collapsing. She turned the corner to find Anya still cussing out the slow service.
"Lena this entire fucking floor is full of dead people! Fuck this, I'm gonna go outside where there's better cell service," she grabs Lena's hand to leave, but Lena pulls back.
"What if the killer is in the old lady’s room right now? We can't leave her...we have to try something," Lena whispered urgently. If she were sane, she'd have run away the moment she opened that old lady's door, but a dreadful idea crept into her mind, and she had to know if it was true. Anya looks at her with worry, but sighed and agreed, saying she wouldn't want to leave Lena alone in this fucked up building.
The two return to Hill’s door. Quiet sobs could still be heard from the other side, slowly ebbing into silent, ragged breaths. Lena's hand reaches for the doorknob, she began to feel dizzy as the door unlocked this time. She opens it slowly, both her and Anya leaning as far back as possible.
Ms. Hill’s was strewn across a couch, coughing up blood and muttering to herself. Lena and Anya approached her once they saw it was clear. Lena tried sitting Hill up to get her out, but the old woman pushed Lena away in defeat. She whispered something hoarsely.
"What did you say?" Lena said leaning in.
"That man’s face...Lena did you see that man...his eyes were glowing and orang..." Hill coughs, tears slipping down her wrinkled face.
"What face Ms. Hill? Please we need to know who did this to you! Miss?" Lena never got her answer and the elderly woman slumps over.
"She's dead." Anya says blankly.
"I know that."
"Look at her neck. The hell is that?"
Lena cranes her neck to view what Anya was pointing at on the old woman's nape of her neck. A snake bite, but these were much bigger. They had human teeth marks around them too.
Lena stilled.
"Anya you should go home." Lena said quietly. Anya whips her head around, a bewildered look on her face.
"Hell no! Do you not see what's happened? All these people have the same marks on them. I swear if this is some sci-fi nerd's idea of a prank. A vampire stunt or some shit? You can wake up grandma!" She shakes the dead woman and looks at Lena, but Lena gives her a stern look and tells Anya to leave again. She looks at Lena incredulously.
"Fine, I'll go! Since I know this is some bullshit joke your lovely neighbors pulled on us! Vampires for Christ’s sake!" Lena follows Anya back to Lena's apartment, averting her gaze from the open doors of the dead neighbors. Lena stands inside her doorway as Anya grabs her bag. Anya gives Lena a hug before heading towards the elevator with quick steps.
Lena began to shut her door but stop as her eyes land down in front of her. It was the ugly trashed Welcome mat. She grabs it frantically, shut the door, and sticks the mat in a closet. She felt sick, dirty. She decides to shower, but hot water couldn't burn the gross feeling that crawled all over her. The cold body that she once yearned to feel around her now filled her with fear. After washing away the impressions death left on her, she wrapped herself in a bathrobe and sat on the edge of her bed. She shivers for a while, eyes heavy with fatigue, not realizing when she eventually went to sleep.
***
Lena snapped awake at the sound of a knock. Was it the next day? She jumps up and change into day clothes. The knock repeated, she felt a hammering at her skull, she knew that knock. She stares into her vanity, practicing a very normal smile, before slowly walking into the main room. Her hands begin to shake. She didn't have to open it, but she had to know. She stands in front of the door for several seconds. A third, loud knock. She musters that smile and opens the door.
The room from across her apartment was closed shut, but that did not distract Lena for long. Lestat stood in front of her. His eyes glinting something she couldn't make out. She was beginning to drown in fear. She didn't have to know.
"Hello Lena, it's good to see you're well. May I come in?" Lestat said smoothly, almost as if he was forcing it. She doesn't speak and steps aside, but Lestat remains standing outside of her door. He holds back a huff.
"You're not upset with me for being gone so long are you, darling? I'm back now so let me make it up to you, alright?" He leans on her door frame yet avoids crossing the threshold. She simply smiles and steps back. She look at him innocently as his gaze begins to darken.
"Lena. Let me in." He commanded. Why doesn't he just say it? Why is he still trying to act like everything is normal?
"No." she said faintly. His face twists into an annoyed grimace at this. He sighs as he places his hands on his hips, shaking his head.
"You're being ridiculous, darling," he spits out the last word, "I'm not going to hurt you, never you, alright? Just let me in now so I can get my mail."
She stares at him, her mouth slightly agape. He admitted it so casually. Should she call the police? Shut the door? Throw garlic at the handsome bastard? Her mind was spinning. She felt that obsession she spring back to life. Here he was, the object of her desire, promising he wouldn't hurt her. She closes her mouth and begins to tremble, opening her mouth once more to answer:
"Come in."
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