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praphit · 3 years

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F9: What does Absurdity even mean anymore?

Due to COVID, I thought that my last movie theater experience was going to be "Bad Boys For Life". I'm happy to say that if I died today, I would be telling souls in Heaven that "F9" was the last movie I saw on the big screen (I'm sure that films are big talking points in the after life).

There weren't too many people there:

There was a woman coughing in the corner; I barely looked at her. I imagined that COVID was mugging her, and I didn't want to be a witness, and so have COVID come after me next. I'm vaxxed, but still I was thinking of ways to distract COVID, so I could enjoy the film. There was an old couple sitting up front (like REALLY OLD... sitting UP FRONT... Ha! that's awesome). Awesome or not, I was going to point them out if COVID came after me. There were two obese kids sitting a few rows behind me that I could also point out, as well as my friend that I was sitting next to... what?? Look, they would ALL want me to escape, so I could bring my "F9" review to the people!

WHAT??!

Let's not talk about my survival skills, let's talk some Vin & the Fam - that's why we're here!

It took a while for me to remember what was going on:

Dom (Vin), Letty (M. Rod), and their... kid? Oh, right, they have a kid, and they moved on to start a new life together.

Didn't the real mom die or something?? Idk. You've got the British lady from "GOT" still hanging out with Luda and Tyrese.

(they so crazy)

"Hobbs and Shaw" are still gone

(making their own money, cuz bleep family!).

Brian (Paul Walker's character - rip) is apparently, now everyone's babysitter. So, if anyone in this gang, who could die on any of these missions, ever have kids, they can just send them off to Nanny Brian's.

There's a dude named Mr. Nobody who sometimes sends the gang on secret spy missions.

Oh, and people in the gang keep coming back from the dead. Boom! We're caught up with this absurdity. That's actually what I asked for when I got to the movies

"Give me one ticket for Absurdity please."

In this batch of the absurd, we find out that Dom has a brother, and he's John Cena (Jakob).

Charlize Theron is back! That must have been the worst bet that she has ever lost. I consider her to be one of the most underrated and underappreciated actors we've got, but movies like these ain't helping that case.

And who's idea was it to give her that haircut? - part of the bet she lost, I suppose.

It was reported that the gang goes into space (at least two of them do).

Annnnd the X-Men Jet is back!

(it really does look like that - Wolverine included)

Seriously, after the X-Men's last two movies (which were turrrible), I was expecting them to crossover for a fresh start. Why not?? They're a spy team now, that goes to space! - nothing should be off the table.

They're looking for two halves of some... war sphere?? If put back together with some key... idk... John Cena rules the world.

Remember when Vin and the gang were all about street racing, money, survival, and brown booty? - those were simpler times!

But, why discuss the plot? Seriously, why? None of it makes any sense. From Dom and Letty living like Amish people (which is an ending worse than death for action heroes)

to their convoluted explanation for bringing the latest person back from the dead (which reminds me of a married couple, when the husband or wife get caught watching porn, and try to explain that it was just a pop-up that came out of nowhere. The other spouse gulps their glass of wine and plows forward - that was me with this - gulping my soda (with a lil Henny) saying "whatever guys, let's please just move on".

and what's going on with the two brother's is a thin thread at best. AND the villain's motivation...

But, it's foolish to get into that., and take points off. I LOVE THESE MOVIES, but it ain't for the story. Let's grade "F9" by its own standards:

Racing, Action, and Family (they graduated from booty to family):

Racing

They've done the racing in a small city thing before, but this time it's with magnets! - SUPER MAGNETS!

YES!

I loved this! Cars are getting sucked into magnets. They're using them to make people fly away and explode. Which btw, they did my man Francis Ngannou wrong (an mma fighter). There's a fight scene with a giant white dude on top of a speeding vehicle. That giant white dude could have and should have been the role for Francis, instead he's just here to say high, and then blow up. As much as I loved these scenes, they were too quick in some areas. I think if they had slowed some of the magnet stuff down a bit, we could appreciate more what's happening.

Action

M.Rod is legit.

She needs her own franchise. The only action star I enjoyed more than her was Vin, and that's really due to the absurdity of one scene. Do y'all remember the "Civil War" scene when Captain America has one hand on a building and another pulling back a helicopter??

It's the same level of strength needed for what Vin does in some underground chambers. You can see a bit of it in the trailer. He pulls the whole place down, and then, just like in "Civil War", he ends up in the water (but unconscious). Oh, and he does this after beating up like 50 people at once. Ha! I love it! Then, how he is rescued (cuz c'mon, he can't die) is splendidly preposterous, and I mean that is a complimentary way. That scene is perfection.

The only action that bothers me comes from Dom's sister (mia).

She just doesn't sell being a fighter, but whatever. No disrespect... she’s beautiful, but... her hair might weigh more than the rest of her body.

Apparently, the highest trained fighters (agents) in the world (who have GUNS) never trained for a unskilled, unprepared, 110 lb woman in her 40's with a frying pan.

Family & Corona

Tyrese and Luda are always funny, but their act is growing a bit thin. It actually felt like an act this time around. I think it's time to add another black man in the mix; perhaps one who's older than they are... TRACY MORGAN?

Throw an OG in there and it'll freshen things up again. I do like though how Tyrese is starting to suspect that they might be immortals. I think they should test that theory out in the next movie; maybe have Tyrese break the fourth wall, kinda like Deadpool, as he realizes this is just a dumbass movie.

Dom and Letty's kid... terrible. I'm sorry! This is a bias of mine, but kids normally suck at acting. This one is no exception. Just get an older actor to play the young kid. I'm thinking Ryan Reynolds would have been a good choice.

You may be saying "that's absurd!" - I'm glad that y'all can still tell what that word means, cuz I can't.

The rest of the chemistry family magic is great!

Oh, and Cardi is here, but... barely (for like 30 seconds, if that).

No rapping, no wapping, no cursing... kind of a waste of Cardi B, if you ask me.

John Cena aka Jakob with a K!

Meh. JC def has charisma, just not in this movie. He doesn't stand out at all. You know?? - The Rock, Jason Statham, Charlize Theron, etc all have a presence about them in this franchise. Cena?! what happened, buddy?

There are certain music artists whom you'd think would have a great personality based off their music and how they dress. But, then you meet them, and you realize that they're just normal bozos like you and I (only rich and famous). And normal bozos like you and I, AT TIMES can be boring. You gotta have some flair if you're not going to have personality. Give my man some pink glittery highlights, a face tat, some vampire teeth, and maybe a chainsaw for his left arm or something.

Grade: Good action. The absurdities were funny. I was entertained! Production was great! BUT it's getting tired, my friends. It's the same formula that I've mentioned and then, like always, they're grilling and drinking Corona's in the sun. After nine movies (with at least two more on the way)... I never thought I'd say this, but it's actually not absurd enough. Wait... I seriously can't believe I just said that.

I need to say that again to know it's real.

This movie wasn't absurd.. enough? ENOUGH. IT WASN'T! They're going to need to step it up for the next two.

They were in space, but not for long. They raced for the most part in regular cars (regular for them). . You only brought ONE person back from the dead??! C'mon! We can do better.

I'm giving it an entertaining C+

I like that we saw different younger Dom's (during flashbacks) through time. I think that the next type of vehicle they bust out should be a DeLorean.

Y'all feel me?? TIME TRAVEL, baby!

Vin and the gang race through time! They can have Tracy Morgan. They'll each have a younger version (or older) of themselves join the group. Cardi B will actually do something this time - maybe turn into a car!

And maybe Cable shows up as they tie it to Marvel.

Think bigger, Vin!

#f9 #john praphit #praphitproductions.com #action movies #movie reviews #marvel #praphit #vin diesel #michelle rodriguez #racing #fast and furious #cardi b

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lppsidefics · 3 years

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Meihem Fanfic: Ice eyes

Chapter 1: Flurry

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Begrudgingly, Jamison Fawkes followed the big ape off the plane and into the frigid temperatures. Despite being inside the damn base, the snow and ice seemed to linger in every corner of this arctic wasteland. The solid hanger doors gaped open, having allowed years of extreme low temperatures to funnel into the massive room. It was hardly livable inside, as the climate turned the metal building into a freezing icebox.

Junkrat stomped and cursed his way through the hanger, his boots caving into the piled snow blanketing the landing strip. “Ak-choo!” He sneezed, and a string of green oozed from his nose. Rubbing his hands up and down his own arms, he attempted to keep the blood in his veins from icing up into strawberry slush.

“M’fucki’n freeze’n me nuts off Monkey! Wot’s so fuck’n important, that we had ta haul our ass’s all tha way ta the tip-top ah no-where, just ta find some abandoned ol’base that no-one even lives in anymore!?”

“Language, Jamison.” Ana scolded, flinging the long end of her blue scarf over her shoulder. She stepped off the plane right behind the younger junker, stopping to adjust his winter hat for him.

“Ah, yeah. Sorry Nan.” Jamison said, and Ana patted his cheek with her soft glove. He smiled at her sheepishly, but when she turned away to join the team leader further inside the base his grumbly expression returned.

With a deeply aggravated sigh, Winston pinched the bridge of his nose. “Mr Fawkes please, I have already told you. I don’t know the cause of the beacon’s activation…That is what we’re here to find out.” The gorilla scientist pressed a thick finger into a button on the wall, but the hanger gate refused to close.

No power, Winston surmised, and shifted his attention to the hanging bay doors. “Mr Roadhog, could you assist me.”

The large man grunted, before following the ape to the opening, where Winston pointed to the door on the left, and he himself approached the one to the right. With their might’s combined, the hanger doors pinched closed, and the bright sunlight in the room snuffed away.

It wasn’t pitch dark, but the loss of sun did give the crannies a dangerous look to them.

The cold was a little more manageable now, but still Jamison shivered beneath his puffy lime green coat. The collar of his woolen turtle neck was itchy and awful, and he’d been tugging at a wedgie in his snow pants for half an hour, but the slippery fabric just kept escaping through his gloved hands.

This trip had been miserable already, and they had only just arrived. Jamison was stuffy, pouty, and grumbly, as he tromped over the landing strip, his brows twitched in irritation on every step.

Meanwhile Roadhog seemed rather snug, layered in a collection of hand knitted jumpers, and wound in a series of multi-colored scarfs. If he was as cold as Jamison was, the large junker didn’t show it, as his masked expression remained just as calm and possibly empty as usual.

Winston quickly discovered that the lift was frozen shut, but it didn’t have the power to work anyway, so the small team instead climbed a set of iron stairs to the upper floors. Jamison’s metal peg leg slipped on only one of the many frozen steps, as they slowly made their way up to the main part of the base, and once at the top, he gave the lengthy drop below an uneasy peek over the railing.

Their foot falls shuffled down the empty corridor, as cold air streamed against their faces. Junkrat paused when they passed by a dark room, where cryo sleep tubes lined the wall in a row. Any power the chambers would have been drawing from was dead, and he could only assume the occupants were as well.

However, each pod was closed except one, which was eerily left propped open and empty.

Jamison gulped, feeling a different kind of chill creep up his spine, one not of cold but of fear. He didn’t like this place, it was all the things he hated most. Cold, dark, and clean. Just like Dr Ziglers hospital room at HQ, where needles and blood bags were stored in freezers like soda pop.

Noticing that Roadhog had also stopped beside him, Junkrat coughed into his gloved prosthetic hand. “S’noth’n.” He sniffed in a string of winter snot, and hobbled after the elder team members who’d continued ahead of them.

The cold air was swirling around them now, seeming to emanate from the beacon control room itself, as chilling mist wafted from the small sliver of an opening between the automatic doors. Winston tried the buttons on the wall, but it was pointless, so he then pressed his thick hands between the open space, and forced the metal to part wider.

As the metal cracked and shifted, snow flurried into his face, the flakes spiraling around him and showering over the new arrivals like a cloud of tiny cold fairies. When the storm settled, they each made motions to shake the collected snow piles off their shoulders and out of their hair.

Sweeping a puffy coat sleeve over his face, Jamison removed the white bits of ice that had landed on his brows and lashes, before huffing visible breaths of air into his gloves. “S-shouldn’t it be get’n warmer further in?”

“Must be another breach somewhere.” Winston said, before stepping aside to let Ana to get a look inside beacon control room.

She leaned in, scanning over the room with her remaining eye, before stepping across the gap and into the ghostly cold, soon followed by a hesitant Junkrat, then Winston, adjusting his glasses as they fogged instantly upon entering the room, and finally Roadhog who had to squeeze his belly through with a pop.

The lights in this room appeared to be as dead as the rest of the place, and Ana cracked a set of sickly yellow glow sticks, before distributing them to each of the four team members.

It was the arctic, and every room in the base was cold, but the temperature dropped significantly once they opened this room, and there was an ominous silence throughout the entire base, but in this room, there was a faint robotic beep replaying over and over.

“Beep….. Beep….. Beep….. Beep….. Beep…..”

It was like a heart monitor, one of those unfeeling rhythms that put a person on edge, and they followed the sound through the dark before the yellow glow met a reflective blue wall.

Crystallized ice towered up to the ceiling, and their eyes glided upward to it’s top in awe. The icy wall had encased the entire beacon and control panel, but it also spiked out to take half the room as well, cresting the walls with patterns of glittering frost.

“Hoolie-doolie, that’sa icicle…” Junkrat enamored it’s size and gave the glass-like casing a few knocks. “…Solid too. What d’ya think happened here mate?”

“I’m not sure…” Winston furrowed his brows at the console, watching the tiny green light blink teasingly beneath the blue coat. “…But what ever happened, it was after the beacon was activated. The ice cuts off all access to it’s panel. Unless… it was an automated system…” He trailed off, bringing a knuckle to his chin as the ape became lost in thought.

“Here is what I don’t understand…” Ana started, and the room turned their attention to her as she walked up to a light switch, flipping the tiny button up and down a few times before planting the same hand on her hip. “…if there’s no power in the facility, then how is the beacon active at all?”

“Perhaps there is a backup supply unit, only for the beacon.” Winston suggested, but Ana wasn’t convinced as she strutted her way back to the iced over control panel, and with a cocked brow she turned her eagle eye on the ape leader.

“That’s not in the standard blueprints…”

“Someone…” Winston started, before giving his wide shoulders a shrug. “…I presume who ever activated the beacon, must have modified the power input. To keep the signal working, even when all other power had been used in the facility.”

“If that’s so, then where are they?” Ana asked, gesturing to the empty room and assumedly the empty base beyond the four walls. She then pointed a finger at the active green dot beneath the ice. “…Winston, this little blinking light traveled all the way to Overwatch HQ. It brought us here… but why?”

The room fell silent again, except for the nerve rattling beep of the beacon terminal. Winston and Ana were deep in a silent thoughtful moment, while the Junkers stood idly, waiting for instruction. Jamison’s eyes darted back and forth between the senior officers, before giving a glance to the iced up control panel.

“Welp!” Junkrat clapped his gloved hands together loudly, shocking a jump out of everyone, and catching all of their attentions at once. “Won’t know why it’s act’n funny, ‘less ya can get ta tha controls ro’ight? Can’t get’ta tha control panel, ‘less this ice is cleared. Ain’t here for piss’n round! So let’s blow this block in’ta ice-cream!”

With another sigh, Winston pulled his glasses from his face, giving the hight of the glacier another inspection. His eyes following it all the way to the top, before returning to the smaller of the two Junkers. “Mr Fawkes, are you sure you can remove the ice with out damaging the machinery beneath it?”

“A’course, mate! It’ll be ace!” With the spin of a land mine in his metal hand, Junkrat stepped up onto a sheet of ice and held his arms up wide. “This’s tha great Jamison ‘Junkrat’ Fawkes yer talk’n bout! I know what I’m do’n!”

Directly after his proclamation, his peg skidded on the ice and the arson’s legs tore into a split. Junkrat howled in pain, and cried for Roadhog to help him up, which the larger junker did, and Winston sighed yet again with his fingers on his temples.

“Winston.” Ana addressed the ape, holding her medical-gun on her shoulder, just in case. “This is what you hired them for… give them time to prove their worth.”

It was true, the team Winston had assembled for this task was strategically thought through, and he’d specifically chose to bring Junkrat for this purpose. He knew they’d be dealing with ice, and the demolitions expert would be useful when facing a blockade such as this one.

Though when asking Jamison to accompany him on this mission, he’d only required the single junker, but Winston was then informed that “Where ever I go, Hog goes!”, and that was the end of the negotiations.

Every team needed a medic, and that was why he assigned Ana. Angela might have been his first choice, but Ana was better at handling the Junkers, the younger one had even grown attached to her, calling her ‘Nan’ like an older relative. Perhaps it was because of their missing biological components that they shared a bond he couldn’t quite grasp.

Or perhaps Ana just views him as an orphan looking for a home… Winston considered this, watching as Junkrat excitedly pressed his thumb into the tiny button of his handy detonator, and the bombs blew with an echoing ripple of sound.

The light from the first explosion cast shadows across the room, and revealed the innards of the glacier for a moment, before the fire died and with it, the light. Just above the beacon’s panel, there was a rather strangely shaped dark spot, hovering within the thick ice wall.

The team leader disregarded it at first, seeing as the icy wall had many strange imperfections, but when Junkrat blasted it again, and again the fire illuminated the shadowed spot, he found it a bit more suspicious. Winston brought his glasses back onto his face and squinted at the dark space, but couldn’t make out it’s proper shape. He stared at it, as Junkrat detonated another bomb, and it’s light revealed the figure of a human body.

Junkrat was positioning another mine just above the panel, when Winston called out to him. “Mr Fawkes, wait a moment…” But the arson was too enraptured with his work to hear the command, and blasted it anyway.

It shook the ice, this time sending cracked bits crumbling from the top, but the person inside still appeared to be intact. Junkrat giggled as he set another mine, but halted when the ape commanded “Jamison! Stop!”, with his palm open in a forceful gesture.

“Alro’ight, crikey. Dan’t have ta shout.”

Ana quickly cracked a hand full of glow sticks at once, shaking them in her fist before holding the bouquet up to the person hidden beneath the ice. “Mei-ling?” She uttered, her brows lifting and her single eye wide in shock.

The dark spot became a girl, pale skinned and soft featured. Her hair was ash brown, her lips blue, and she was dressed for a nap, in fluffy pajamas. She was balled into a fetal position about two feet above the beacon panel, and beside her was some sort of weapon looking device.

“Mei-ling?!” Winston exclaimed, placing his hands on the outside of her ice encasement, as if she’d simply wake at the sound of his voice. His eyes searched her face for life but with a huff, he dropped his fore head against the barrier.

“Who’s it?”

The elder team members turned to Junkrat, and the sorrow in their expressions lingered as they addressed his question. “Mei-ling Zouh…” Winston explained. “…She was a researcher here when it was still an active base. When the first Overwatch devision disbanded, this site was left abandoned and the team was considered dead officially.”

“But…” Ana’s eyes trailed from Mei’s face to the persistent blink of the beacon light on the console below. “…She must have activated the beacon, and then froze herself… Awaiting rescue.”

“A rescue that never came…” Winston finished, and the room fell silent.

“That must have been nearly twenty years ago…”

Junkrat rested his prosthetic hand on his bony hip, and braced a palm against the wall of ice, admiring the sleeping face of the girl within. “Well she’s look’n pretty good for a lady push’n forty.”

“The ice kept her in a stasis.” Ana said, not even batting an eye at the junkers comment, and handed Winston the bouquet of glow sticks, before swinging her bag off her shoulder. It flopped on the floor and she un-zipped it down the middle, digging through it as she spoke. “If she’s still alive in there, she’s going to need medical treatment…”

She started emptying the contents, lining bottles, stacking supplies, and un-raveling a large tarp which was quickly smoothed out onto the tile floor. “…I don’t have the equipment to heal her properly here, but she’s been in the ice this long, it should preserve her until we can get her home.”

“What exactly are you suggesting Ana?” Winston asked, staring at the woman crouched on the floor with a hopeful brow.

“We’ll just have to cut her out…” Ana said plainly, standing again and stretching her back in a rather casual way. “We cut her out, load her onto the transport, and fly her back to HQ where Angela can take over.”

The team all seemed to be turning over the plan in their minds, looking for flaws in it, but the situation was too unusual to have any protocols to think of.

“How’re we ganna cut through this, Nan?” Junkrat asked, gliding his hand across the solid glass-like wall, his fingers dipping into the crevasse he’d created. “Even me bombs didn’t make more than’a crack.”

“This is a science lab, and we are capable…” Ana then spun, taking the glow sticks she’d left with Winston, and looked in to his eyes with her stern one. “…I’m sure we can find a way.”

The gorilla understood without being told. He can find a way. After all, Winston was the team leader, the smart one so to speak, and just like every other member of Overwatch, he had his job to do.

#Meihem

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thoughtfullyyoungduck · 4 years

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in the afterlife part two

Summary: can you do a part 2 to the “in the after life” where the reader wakes up after the neibolt’s destroyed and realizes that either she’s back where she died and gets a second chance at life, or that she wakes up outside the house and spend the rest of her life with the losers club?

God himself must be having a field day laughing at you and all the life decision you made to get to this point. The air surrounding you is so dark and impenetrable it’s almost tangible, eluding you to think you might be in heaven or hell. Then your leg kicks out and rams a broken piece of glass in the flesh, twinging an electrifying pain stab conjugated in the back of your mind, and you think assimilate, oh, it’s been a while since I felt that. You’re obviously not an expert in heaven or hell matters, but you do have enough presence of a mind to understand that pain is not something that supposed to be felt in the afterlife. Not dead in that case.

A dust particle flows in your throat, irritating it so hard you undergo a massive coughing spree to get rid of it. In turn, you bring your hand up to cover up your mouth and knock free a rooftop plate, the tiniest sliver of light worming through the opening. You stare at the back of your hand integrating the way it looks clearer somehow, more then it did while inside Neibolt, and then mind reelingly come to the conclusion that you just pushed something away. You touched something, and discerned the material of said thing under you hands, and not ghosted through.

Your throat bobs, putting a lid on your enthusiasm because you don’t want to get let down when the inevitable punchline tales. With a firm shove, something else topples over and the sunlight from outside illuminates your face. It’s warm and the sun burns a streak on your face, but the outside air is so fresh and crisp you can’t even focus on that, to busy holding back tears. Sitting up proves to be an effort, but you manage, albeit with a small huff, and then you’re seated on the runes of the old house that held you captive for twenty seven years.

The details surrounding this are a little hazy, worn down by the incredible and emotionally draining changes taking place, but you can see the boy, Bill, and his friends of misfits clear as day, better friend than you’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.

A car zoofs by, and the drives, on older male, leans in their seat to stare at you for as long as they can, judging you, but never slowing down or stopping to offer up any kind of help. The man disposed of a can of soda out his window, ricocheting against the pathway and luring your attention there.

It looks appealing, but a snide of apprehensiveness holds you back. You’ve tried to leave the house multiple times, but each time had ended with a hand grissing your leg and prise you back inside like you weight nothing, Pennywise savoring the wails of despair.

But you’d never been able to flick anything before either, and with Pennywise dead, who knew the possibilities that laid ahead of you?

Hesitantly, the tips of your toes cross the curb, your breath lodging in your throat as anxiousness compels you to step back equally as hurried. No hand grasps you back into the house, not that there is one to go back to, and no pain shocks prickle every nerve in your body, so you try again, propping your whole foot across this time. A halted breath releases at the painless sensations swooping your body, and gathering all courage, your swing your body to the other side.

You let out a punched out laugh, giddy that you’re no longer bound, hysterically laughing because if you don’t you’ll start crying. ‘I’m free.’

When the adrenaline and the utter amazements wears off, you’re left standing in front of a collapsed, the house no longer of any value to you but a place you’ll avoid for the rest of your days. You have no idea what to do next, it’s been twenty-seven years, you can’t out of bleu show up at your parents doorstep, if they even still live there, how would you explain where you’ve been for so long? And the lack of passing time?

No matter the answer to that question, you decide to set track to your old home regardless, the sight of the silhouette will be enough.

You’re walking with a noticeable limp, tracking the leg the glass stabbed you with behind like a cripple, and your clothes are covered in rubbish and are outdated, yet no one in Derry regards you twice, just turn up their nose when you pass them on the streets.

‘Fuck this town, and fuck these miserable people.’

The cursing of the town works you up so bad you’re lost in engulfing yourself in the new things renovating Derry, an arcade coating the old skaters rink you abolished every day, and mister Keens pharmacy updated with a new layer of white paint. Your own home, close to the pharmacy, is one of the many buildings renewed, so completely unrecognizable you doubt for a second if this truly is the house you grew up in.

‘Hey? A-a-aren’t you the girl f-f-from Its layer?’ Bill’s sauntering on the street, trailing his bike with him but not riding it, staring at you from afar. He’s cleaned up, washed away the grime from the sewer water and the red around his eyes has faded away, but it’s definitely the leader of the losers club. Bill speaks softly, as to not attract any more attention than necessary, which is stupid, since no one in Derry cares for anything but themselves.

‘I- yeah I am, my names Y/N, by the way,’ you walk on over to him, nodding your head and coming ot a stop a few feet from him.

‘H-h-how did you get here?’

‘I don’t know, I guess when’, a person passes and you fall silent, starting back up when she’s gone. ‘When Pennywise died I got set free.’

‘You’re h-h-hurt’, Bill observes, glancing at the injure you obtained. Strangely, you’re not bothered by it at all, you like the sting of it, proving that you can actually feel things again now.

‘If you w-w-want, you can come with me to our c-c-clubhouse? My friends are on their way and they’ll h-h-help us.’

Your house being demolished carves room for a nagging feeling, a feeling that tells you don’t belong anywhere anymore, and you have many places to be now anyway, so you agree. Hopping on the carrier of Bills bike, you swoop your legs up and enjoy the inkling of movement ripped away from all those years for a stupid mistake you made.

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The clubhouse is bigger than you imagined, and is filled with life. The others haven’t arrived yet, but based on the poster and gadgets scattered all over the place, it’s obvious they have a lot of personality to share.

You meddle with everything, savoring the textures of different objects and in turn accidently knocking some things over. You smile sheepishly at Bill as an apology, but he doesn’t respond and simply watches you as you go on. At one point, a splinter sticks in your thumb, and like a toddler you show it to him.

The latch unlocks and the other losers all stream in to take their place in the cottage, halting as they spot you.

‘Holy shit,’ Richie, Bill told you all their names before they arrived, says fidgeting with his glasses.

‘I f-f-found her on t-t-the streets w-w-wondering around, she n-n-needs our h-h-help.’ What their leader proclaims is what happens, and they all scramble to help you as fast as possible.

Eddie disinfects your wounds, Ben, Mike and Stan go digging for books on the subject matter, Bill and Richie distracts you from the ache, and Beverly retrieves clothes that allow you to blend in perfectly.

They’re all very sweet and considerate, attending to you and being friendly while they’re at it, kinder than your best friends at the time had been towards you.

‘You got a second chance in life, it’s a miracle’, Mike concludes after the last book on his stack in cleared.

‘That’s really cool actually. What do you plan on doing with your new found freedom?’

And endless sea of possibilities with waves drowning you and fluctuating you up awaits in the unknow stage of life, but it’s intimidating to start that life with no one behind your back to support you.

‘I don’t know yet. I had a plan before I died but I’m not sure I’m going to pursue that now. In all honesty I have no idea what to do.’

‘Here’s a glorious idea from the smartest kid in the room, your height is the same as ours, you could totally fucking pass as a twelve year old.’

Eddie snorts, the fizz bubbling out his nose, all the while shrieking.

‘Hey, come to think of it, maybe you and Eds should pretend to be siblings, you’re both small for your ages.’

Eddie’s laughter dies out in hurdles, and when he’s done he raises and eyebrow to dare Richie to say anything else. ‘That’s not fucking funny.’

‘You were laughing before though’, Richie proudly answers, his smile positively beaming.

‘I can’t be a twelve year old. I flat out refuse to go through high school again, no thank you’, you shiver, the memories of highs school horrific.’

‘J-j-just stay h-h-here until you f-f-figure it o-o-out then.’

‘Finally, a true genius talking.’ Richie flips Stan off at his words, sticking out his tongue for good measure.

‘Really? You would let me do that?’

‘Well, us losers got to stick together.’

#x reader #my writing #the losers club x reader #the losers x reader #young losers #bill denbrough x reader #stanley uris x reader #eddie kaspbrak x reader #richie tozier x reader #ben x reader #Mike hanlon x reader #beverly march x reader #part two

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Skywalker! Vs. Kenobi! (But Mocked by Afton and Emily)

Henry and William's wives are rewarded a couple nights of drinks and fun, while the Fathers look after the kids. They're all playing around in the living room, when William and Henry are given light saber toys and are requested the most hilarious idea ever:

Reenact the iconic Duel on Mustafar, from the Star Wars prequels.

This fan-fiction is going to mock both the Star Wars lore, and the Five Nights at Freddy's lore. Get ready for a lot of PG versions of Saturday Night Live jokes, tons of play violence, and quite a bit of bonding time in between!

*Michael is 16, Charlie is 12, Elizabeth is 9, and Chris is 6. I see Charlie as more of an older child who's a couple years younger than Michael. So, I'm going to portray her as such. If you don't like that, then that's alright.

William and Henry were looking after the kids and giving their wives a break from the children to drink and have some fun. They also wanted to look after the kids because they needed to get away from work and focus on their bonds with their children and each other. The men had taken the kids out to a park with an outside food diner. They wanted to not only save themselves from burning down the house to make supper, but they also wanted to spoil the kids rotten with take out food, and play time at the park to get some of their energy out. Not only that, but William and Henry got to push their kids on the swings, help them go across the monkey bars, and even played grounders with them on the playground. It was a long hour of bonding and genuine laughs that filled the park for a long while, even after they left.

Back at the house, the men thought they had tackled the kids' energy problem and had tuckered them out for good. Their own energy had been kicked in the rear, and the fathers were exhausted. But low and behold, the kids were STILL sprinting circles around them! Maaaaybe allowing them to get milkshakes from the take out diner was a bad idea...

"Daddy, Chris is being a buttface!"

"You started it! You hit me with your hair!"

"No I didn't!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too! You're just LYING!"

Michael groaned and leaned onto the inside ledge of the backseat car door. "Uuugh! Will you two SHUT UP!" Michael suggested, irritated at them.

William's eyes widened, and he turned his head to Michael. "Hey!" William yelled, getting his attention.

Elizabeth and Chris both gasped in surprise. "Michael said the S-word!" Elizabeth tattle told.

William huffed. "Michael, we've talked about this. We do NOT tolerate that language in this house." William reminded him sternly.

Charlie smirked and crossed her arms. "Yeah, Michael. Watch your language." she said in a sassy, sarcastic tone.

"Charlie!" Henry shot at his teenage child.

Michael frowned at Charlie. "Zip your lips Charlie. That's not even the proper S-word, and you know it!" Michael shot back.

William groans. "Did you really have to mention that?" William asked.

"...Yes." Mike replied.

Charlie giggled at that. "Well...Care to share the word?" Charlie encouraged.

"CHARLIE!" William and Henry yelled at the same time. "Don't even THINK about saying the other word." Henry warned.

"Why not? I hear teachers saying it, and many other swears all the time." Charlie told her.

Henry sighed. "Adults are allowed to say them, because they don't have a filter." Henry explained.

"Well those adults can go suck a chicken for all I care." Charlie declared bluntly.

Michael, completely understanding what she meant by chicken, threw his head back and bursted out laughing. Henry went wide-eyed in surprise, at the language his daughter had somehow picked up! Henry looked at his best friend, who's jaw had practically dropped to his knees! William bursted into a HUGE fit of laughter, while Henry turned to face his daughter. "When we get back to the house, I'm having a long talk with you about your use of language."

Though Charlie should've felt bad, she surprisingly felt a little proud of what she said. To make things better (or worse for Henry), Michael was still laughing at her comment. It was only encouraging her to say more stuff like that in the future.

Henry turned around to face the eldest children. "Listen here, you two. Just because you're hitting teenage-hood, does NOT mean you get to say whatever you want! That's not how the world works. We have younger kids in here, who look up to both of you, and who may end up using those same words YOU'RE saying! So before you start hearing Chris yelling the s-word to his father, SET AN EXAMPLE." Henry scolded sternly.

Charlie sighed and crossed her arms before looking out the window in silent anger.

Michael attempted to cover up his mouth to muffle his laughter. "Suck a chicken...I'm so using that." Michael quietly said.

William shot Michael a glare from the front mirror, and shook his head. Michael's laughter quickly died off. He looked away in guilt. "I'm sorry Dad." Michael said.

"I accept your apology." William said calmly. With the kids finally quieted down somewhat, William resumed driving.

Henry had finally lightened up his mood and actually took a moment to chuckle and appreciate his daughter's potty mouth. "Maybe we should consider placing out a swear jar for the kids." Henry suggested with a laugh.

William smirked and shrugged his shoulders. "Not the worst idea you've had..." William admitted. "Though if you're gonna suck on something...I'd suggest you suck on a lollipop. It's what they're meant for." William suggested, giggling at the double-meaning sentence he created.

Soon, the van pulled up into the driveway, and the kids and fathers headed inside. Almost immediately, the kids started pulling out toys to play with. It didn't take long for the kids to come up with an idea, and join together to search for specific toys. Very soon, all 4 kids had grabbed different colored light sabers and started fighting each other with the plastic colored swords. 2 of the light sabers they chose were blue, and the other 2 light sabers were red. It looked like they were tag teaming based on light saber color, and they were yelling and jumping on couches while loud sounds of plastic hitting plastic filled the room repeatedly for a few minutes.

William and Henry thought they could have a bit of time to rest their body, so they pulled out bottles of soda and started drinking those. But low and behold, Chris wanted his Dad to play with him.

"Daddy! Can you play Star Wars with us? I wanna be Luke Skywalker." Chris declared, waving his plastic light saber around and nearly knocking William in the face multiple times.

"I wanna be Princess Leia!" Elizabeth declared happily with a blue light saber of her own.

While William was trying to save his face from Chris's light saber toy, Henry walked up to Elizabeth. "If you're gonna be Princess Leia, you're gonna need a laser blaster." Henry told her.

Elizabeth dropped the light saber right onto the ground at her feet. "OH YEAH!" Elizabeth yelled. Then, Elizabeth turned herself around and sprinted back into the living room, empty-handed. "MICHAEL, WHERE'S THE LASER GUN?" Elizabeth yelled. It could be assumed that Michael answered using his index finger rather than his voice, because soon the sound of clashing toys was roaring over the light saber plastic bonks. It didn't take long for Elizabeth to come running back out to the kitchen with the big black blaster. It was pretty clear that the blaster was really Michael's, because the gun itself was a little big compared to Elizabeth. But that didn't matter. It's just a lightweight toy.

"Uncle Henry, do you wanna play Star Wars too?" Elizabeth asked in a cute, slightly whiny voice.

"I'd love to!" Henry replied, picking up the blue light saber that Elizabeth dropped earlier.

Elizabeth jumped up and pointed at Henry. "You get to be Obi-wan Kenobi!" Elizabeth declared.

Henry gasped happily. "You want me to be Obi-Wan Kenobi?" Henry clarified.

Elizabeth nodded her head. "Yeah! Your hair looks like Kenobi's in Revenge of the Sith! Short and light brown." Elizabeth explained.

Chris looked up at Henry, and gave his father his light saber to momentarily hold. Then, Chris walked himself up to his uncle, and smiled widely. "You look like Obi-Wan's twin, but with glasses!" Chris further explained.

William snickered at the cute and funny scene.

"If Uncle Henry's being Obi-Wan, then Dad should be Anakin." Michael suggested from the door frame, leaning up against it as he listened to the conversation with a red light saber in his hand.

William listed an eyebrow and blinked in surprise. "You want me to be Anakin Skywalker? The man who becomes Darth Vader?" William clarified with his oldest son.

Michael walked up to his father, and removed the pony from his father's long hair. After a quick fluff of the hair, Michael took one look at it and smirked. "Anakin Skywalker: A man with childhood trauma, ends up letting his rage take over, which helps him become a famous Sith leader with children going against him." Michael explains. William's smile slowly falls off his face. Thankfully though, Michael keeps going to redeem himself. "But you have a much more...light-hearted ending: William Afton: A man with childhood trauma, who overcomes his pain to become a successful business man with a wife and children." Michael concludes.

William's curious facial expression softens into soft care and appreciation. He looked down at the ground with a shade of pink covering his cheeks, almost as if he was embarrassed. Then, to top it off, Michael gives him a pat on the back and an additional phrase. "Even with all those imperfections though, Darth Vader does redeem himself as a strong Jedi, who allowed his kids to inherit the good parts of the Jedi and create the Resistance. So, good job...Dark Father". Michael concluded.

William just stared at Michael in awe and watched as Michael headed back out into the living room with his red light saber. William looked down at the floor, struggling to process what he had just heard. His chest was telling him to cry, but he didn't want to. He didn't want to cry in front of Henry, Chris and Elizabeth. So, he swallowed it down, looked up to Henry and smiled proudly.

Unfortunately for William, Henry could notice something was up. "You okay? Did...did Mike's words bother you?" Henry asked.

William opened his mouth, but closed it when he had to think of what he was gonna say. "I...I don't know how I'm supposed to react." William explained with a small laugh. "I wanna cry, but I also wanna laugh." William said, laughing as he processed his conflicting emotions.

Henry smiled. "What do you say, we let those emotions out while we play Star Wars?" Henry suggested.

William smiled and nodded. "Okay." He said, letting Chris go and getting up from his chair. William, Henry, Chris and Elizabeth all walked back to the living room with their Star War toys, and started playing with the kids. As the fathers played around with the kids, they started making references to the Star Wars movies.

At one point, Chris was standing on the couch and looking at his uncle. Henry being the silly man he was, turned around, waved at the kid and said "Hello there!" to him like Kenobi would. William laughed at that, before picking up Chris and putting him on his shoulders. "General Kenobi!" William declared, muttering the dialogue before bursting out laughing.

Suddenly, Charlie came up with an amazing idea! "Dad! Uncle Henry! Do you remember the fight from Revenge of the Sith?" Charlie asked.

William giggled and nodded. "The only good thing about the prequels." William replied.

"Can you and Dad reenact the light saber duel?" Charlie suggested.

Michael gasped and looked up with his jaw dropped. "YEEEESSS!" He yelled.

Elizabeth squealed excitedly and put away her gun. "DADDY IS GONNA BE ANAKIN AND UNCLE HENRY IS GONNA BE OBI-WAN!" Elizabeth yelled.

Michael smirks. "I'll get the popcorn!" he declared, running to the kitchen.

William laughed nervously as Elizabeth gave her father the blue, plastic light saber from the chest of toys. Chris handed Henry the blue light saber in his hand, and jumped himself onto the couch. Elizabeth joined him, and happily held onto a pillow. Michael walked himself back into the living room with a bowl of popcorn, and sat down onto the couch.

William stole a piece of popcorn from the bowl, before practicing how to open the toy light saber. When Henry was ready, William calmed himself and pushed some hair out of the way.

William was about to start speaking, but he realized that Padme was missing. "My wife is not here." William told the audience.

Henry bursted into laughter. "There's no one to play Padme!" Henry reacted.

"Should-...Should I just continue without her?" William asked.

"Sure, let's just...cut her from the scene." Henry suggested.

William nodded and looked up at the ship (couch), which was currently housing Obi-Wan. He put up his light saber in defense. "YOU!" William yelled.

Henry looks at William, and smirks. "Yes...it is me..." He declares in a monotone voice.

William looks around. "Where's Padme?" William asked.

Henry thinks for a moment, trying to get some dialogue out as quick as possible. "U-Uh...She's at home...in labor." Henry quickly says. Michael guffawed at that.

"What? Oh no. I have to go to her!" William reacts, running to the ship.

But, Henry stops him. "Nope. I wanna talk to you." He declares. "You broke the Jedi order by losing your virginity." Henry adds, struggling to not laugh.

"Yes. And I enjoyed every minute of it." William says back to him. Charlie and Michael are just laughing, while Chris and Elizabeth are confused as anything. The one thing going through William's head right now, was 'If Elizabeth asks me what virginity is in front of her mother, then I'm in SO much trouble...'

Henry walks up to William. "I told you to not let your feelings get in the way of your duties." Henry tells him.

William narrows his eyes at him. "I lost my mother! And I was going to lose Padme if I hadn't turned to the dark side." William explained.

"You fool! You absolute moron! Death is a normal part of life! If you accepted that earlier on, then you'd be happier." Henry told him.

"Or maybe I would've been happier if you brought my Mother to live with the Jedi order! Then I could've gotten to know her before she died." William adds.

Henry looks down, taken back. "Oh...oh yeah..." Henry reacts, realizing he had fucked up.

"And you think I'm the moron..." William commented.

"Well still! You rebelled against us!" Henry yelled.

"So that I can save my wife!" William yelled back.

"Your wife isn't coming back! Even if she did live, Padme is leaving you. You've done something both of us are completely against!" Henry told him.

William's eyes widened. "What? YOU TURNED HER AGAINST ME?!" William asked, slightly coming back to the original dialogue.

"Nope! You did that yourself. And for that, I'm going to kill you!" Henry declared.

"Do your worst! AAAAAH!" William shouted, before starting the light saber fight. William and Henry started reenacting the light saber fight with the plastic light sabers.

"YES! GO DAD GO! DON'T LET KENOBI BEAT YOU UP!" Elizabeth yelled.

William gave Henry a light kick backwards, and continued the sword fighting across the bridge (narrow blanket). It didn't take long for William to bring Henry across the bridge, and onto a new platform. Amidst the light saber fighting, Henry grabbed William's arm, and pulled him under his other arm. Working with Henry's hand grip, William went under and used his lightsaber to stop Obi-Wan from slashing him.

"WOW! You guys know this fight very well!" Michael commented, slightly slurring from having popcorn in his mouth.

Next, William and Henry kept fighting and walking onto another bridge (a bunch of narrow pillows), and William's light saber started hitting the walls around him (the leather chair). William gave Henry a light push backwards, and allowed Henry to go for him again. When he did, William started attempting to get the upper hand again with help from his light saber. After Henry hit the control module on the table (coffee table), William lightly grabbed his throat, and grabbed his hand tightly. To get Henry down without accidentally choking him, William moved his choking hand to Henry's shoulder and lightly helped him contort his back down, towards the ground.

"Whoooaa...You okay like that Dad?" Charlie asked, worried about her father's back pain.

"Never...better..." Henry replied, his voice being strained slightly from the strange position. Thankfully, the back position didn't seem to bother him, and he used a nod to tell William he's fine, and to keep going. William put on his best psychotic face, and started pushing his light saber laser towards Henry's neck. He didn't want to contort Henry's neck too much, for fear that he would mess up his back even more. So, he let Henry's shoulder go and allowed him to get himself back onto his feet. Unfortunately, that led to Henry's body shooting back up at him, and nailing him in the chest with his body.

Charlie winced at the potential pain it probably caused both of them. "That's not right! Obi-Wan Kenobi kicked Anakin in the butt!" Chris reacted, completely unaware of the pain of doing such a thing.

William rolled his eyes and giggled as he brought himself backwards a bit to process the hit. Henry smiled and put his hands on his knees for a second. "Thank you. And sorry for hitting you." Henry said.

"Eh...it's alright. It's all part of the fun. I was more worried about your back, than anything." William commented. Henry nodded. "Let's keep going." William said, rolling himself onto the ground a pushing himself back up from 'getting kicked in the butt'. Henry started running at William. Just as it was scripted, William gave him a light kick onto the ground (the chair). Henry bursted into laughter as he felt his body fall perfectly into the chair. William smiled as he watched Henry get himself off the couch, leaving the light saber onto the side of the chair.

"That was awesome!" Henry reacted, walking up to him again. William started speed-walking up to Henry. With William getting closer and Henry not wanting William to do the wicked stunts Hayden Christensen did, Henry gave William a trip instead of a full on kick to flip him over. William, thankful for the safety change, rolled himself as he hit the ground, and ended up on his back like the script. His light saber also went rolling away.

Charlie, realizing a force opportunity, grabbed the light sabers and waited for each of them to hold out their hands. When they did, Charlie ran up, and put both light sabers into their hands before sitting down. Michael chuckled at the funny quick time event. "Featuring, Charlie Emily as the Force." Michael announced jokingly.

William pulled out his light saber with his fingers, and placed it horizontally, while Henry pulled his out as well but placed it vertically. Using their equal strength, William and Henry pushed against each other to prevent their ultimate demise.

"Jumpcut!" William yelled, pushing Henry's light saber backwards and getting himself back up. Henry smirked and started using the light saber as a cane. "Okay. You ready?" Henry asked.

William smiled. "Ready for round 2." William declared before getting up. Both men turned themselves to face the other way, and started fighting again.

"GO OBI-WAN GO! GO OBI-WAN GO!" Elizabeth yelled. Michael shushed her with a chuckle, and offered her some more popcorn.

The two men started fighting again, and ended up letting their light sabers clash into another cross symbol. Then, both men started putting their 'Force' skills to the test. "Charlie! Push us away!" Henry told her. Charlie happily jumped up, and hopped in between them. Both arms were on opposite sides of Charlie, and Charlie was in the middle, pushing them apart with a hand on each of their chests. William and Henry happily helped Charlie with a bit of the pushing weight, and continued to act out the force in their hand. Then, Charlie pushed both of them outward, causing William and Henry to fall backwards onto the ground. It wasn't nearly as strong as shown in the movie, but it still did its trick. As Charlie was going to sit back down, William gave Charlie a high five as a reward.

William and Henry got back up, and started fighting again. Suddenly both men hit the control module (coffee table) with their light sabers, causing the controls on Mustafar to shut off and increase the lava current. Henry ran out the door (through the other side of a curtain) and turned around to continue the light saber fight. The two jumped and sparred with their kids' swords in their hands. They fought down a gate (just the room), before grabbing a pillow. William didn't want to kick Henry again, especially in the face. So William had decided to whip the pillow into Henry's face.

Chris and Elizabeth bursted out laughing at Henry's face, when the pillow fell off his face. "Suck on that, Kenobi!" William yelled at him.

"EAT MY LIGHT SABER!" Henry yelled at him, before jumping onto the pipes (a line of painters tape, put there by Michael). William jumped himself on the pipes as well, and continued the fight when he got his balance. Then, Henry jumped himself onto the next set of pipes, and walked across it. The boys had to be careful to only walk on the painters tape, and to not mess up. otherwise, he would've 'fallen into the lava'. Though the characters were seen struggling, William and Henry didn't struggle nearly as much.

When Henry lost his balance, he jumped onto another spot entirely (a yoga mat) and watched as William did the same thing. They continued to fight, and began pushing each other. When the pushing was over, William and Henry pushed each other's light sabers into the ground, and broke the ground (didn't actually break the ground) below them. William and Henry ran up and hid behind 2 pillars (hid on opposite sides of the couch), waiting for the lava threat to be over. Though this would've been the part where the lava current controller had split and fallen down, but William and Henry decided to ignore that part and started fighting on the front of the couch instead, while partly hidden in their hiding spots.

Suddenly, Henry jumped himself onto a platform within the lava (a pillow). William jumped himself onto another nearby platform (another pillow) and continued the light saber fight from there for a few seconds.

Michael smiled and clenched his fists excitedly. "It's getting there...We're almost there!" Michael said excitedly. So far, he had been enjoying the parody of the duel, but it was nearly closing in on the well known part.

William and Henry finally pushed their swords together and pushed at each other. So, Henry backed up slightly and readied his sword as he looked at him.

However, William had broken character and was snickering at him. "What?" Henry asked, confused.

"You're dead, Kenobi. I am the ultimate Sith Lord!" William joked, before pointing at the floor with the light saber. Henry looked and just chuckled as he realized what he was talking about: he had stepped off the pillow and was now standing on the ground, in the 'lava'. Henry rolled his eyes and grabbed his pillow, before moving it farther back and stepping onto it.

Then, Henry readied his light saber again. "I failed you Anakin. I've failed you." Henry told him.

William smirked. "How dare you! How dare you fail me on my flying test!" William joked.

Henry just laughed. "You were drunk, Anakin!" Henry joked.

"I should've known the Jedi would want to kill me!" William told him.

Henry lowered his head. "It's 'I should've known the Jedi were plotting to take over'." Henry corrected.

William looked at him with sadistic eyes, but a genuine smile. "I should've known the Jedi were plotting my failure." William joked.

Henry sighed with a slight smile, and went along with it. "Anakin, you doofus! Chancellor Palpatine is evil!" Henry yelled back.

"Yes! That's why I liked him! He was different from the Jedi! The Jedi are even MORE evil than Palpatine!" William yelled back.

"DEAR JESUS, YOU'RE LOST! YOU'VE LOST YOUR SANITY!" Henry shouted back at him.

William slid his body and the pillow, closer to Henry. "This is the end for you, my master." William said in an angered, deep voice.

Henry was taken back slightly. Wow! he's REALLY GOOD at this! "Jokes on you, I'm not afraid of death! Unlike you!" Henry said back to him.

William smirked somewhat...evilly. "Let me bring it to you swiftly then." William told him, before jumping onto the same platform (pillow) as him. William and Henry continued to fight, beginning to feel the bits of sweat dripping down their face. William smiled as he thought of a joke. "Is it getting hot in here? Or is it just me?" William asked.

Michael bursted out laughing at that. Charlie smiled and put her hands on the sides of her face. "NOW KISS!" Charlie joked.

Henry widened his eyes and looked at Charlie. "NO! Oh my god, no!" Henry reacted, taking it seriously. William smirked and gave him little kissy lips just to mess with him. Henry groaned and pushed him. "Do me a favor and drown." Henry ordered.

Then, Henry jumped onto the couch, and looked down at William with an angry face. "It's over Anakin! I have the high ground!" Henry yelled.

William smirked and stared at Henry deviously. "You underestimate my power!" William yelled.

"Don't try it." Henry warned.

"I'm about to end your whole existence!" William declared, jumping towards him.

Henry used his light saber to cut Anakin's limbs off, and looked at him in surprise. William started jokingly shouting words like, "IT HURTS!", "HELP ME!" and "AAAAAAAHH!".

Henry only laughed at his attempts to pretend yell. "How about I destroy your voice next?" Henry joked.

"I'm dyyyying! Heeelp meeee!" William pleaded.

"No! This was your choice!" Henry replied.

"I HATE YOU!" William shouted.

"But...But I loved you!" Henry said, with a fake sad voice put on for laughs.

Suddenly, Elizabeth stood up on the couch. "I WANNA BE THE FIRE!" Elizabeth declared, sprinting up to her father and climbing across the floor.

"Wait, what?" Henry asked, very confused, but also somewhat laughing.

"I wanna be the lava fire burning Anakin!" Elizabeth declared, before climbing up her father's legs.

William started laughng, but quickly drowned out his laughter with his own screams of 'pain and terror'. "I'M BUUURRNING! OBI-WAN! HELP!" William yelled.

"BURN YOU EVIL MAN!" Elizabeth yelled, before wiggling her fingers on his armpits.

"EEEEK!" William squealed, pulling his arms down and flopping to his side. Elizabeth brought her father onto his back, jumped on top of his waist and continued tickling him on his ribs. "NOOOOHOHOHOHOHO! EHEHELIHIHIZABEHEHETH! WHYHYHYHY!" William bursted out.

"I'm burning you! I'm the eeevil fire! RAWR!" Elizabeth joked, lifting her hands to show off her 'claws' before tickling her father on his sides.

"FIHIHIHIRE IHIHIS NAHAHAHAT AHAHALIHIHIVE!" William told her.

"I know! But it dances around like it IS alive! So, I'm dancing my fingers!" Elizabeth explained, moving her hands to his tummy.

"EEEEEHEhehehehehehe! Hahahahahahaha! Ohohohokahahay, ohohohokAHAHAHAy! Yohohohou cahahan stahahap nohohow!" William told her.

"No I can't! I haven't reached your armpits and neck yet!" Elizabeth told him, before shoving her hands into his armpits and wiggling her fingers.

"NaaaAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE! PLEHEHEHEHEHAHASE!" William begged.

"Let the fire burn the bits of arm you have left! Mwahahahaha!" Elizabeth teased.

Henry was so confused, and a slight bit worried. First of all, Elizabeth wanted to pretend to be the fire that BURNS ANAKIN ALIVE! But on the other hand...Henry began to wonder if that was just an excuse to tickle her father. Henry looked over to Charlie, Chris and Michael, who were also confused, but amused. "Welp...I guess getting burned alive TICKLES now." Henry stated.

Charlie laughed at that, while Chris jumped up and hopped off the couch. "I WANNA BE FIRE TOO!" Chris yelled, running to his father and starting to tickle his belly.

"WAHAHAIT, WHAHAHAHAT?! CHRIHIHIHIS, DOHOHOHOHON'T! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" William laughed, throwing his head back and resting his arm on his forehead as he helplessly laughed hysterically.

Henry just chuckled at the funny scene in front of him, and decided to attempt to act again. "I loved you! You were my brother Anakin!" Henry told him through the scripted dialogue.

"STAHAHAP JUHUHUST STAHAHANDIHING THEHERE AHAHAND UHUHUTTEHEHEHERIHIHING LIHINES, AHAHAND HEHEHELP MEHEHEHEHE!" William yelled at him.

"Oh! Well in that case:" Henry declared. Henry walked himself up to William and the kids, and picked up Elizabeth first. "Come here, ya evil thing!" Henry teased, before wiggling his fingers on her stomach.

Elizabeth bursted out laughing and started squirming back and forth almost immediately. "YOHOU'RE TIHICKLIHING MEHEHEHE!" Elizabeth squealed in his grasp.

"You bet I am! Because everyone knows that if fire is going to mess with my best friend, you're going to get tickled!" Henry teased. Charlie giggled at that. "See? Charlie knows what I'm talking about!" Henry said, pausing the tickling to point at his daughter, before tickling Elizabeth again.

"I think you forgot something Dad..." Charlie said, standing right beside her father. "If you're going to mess with fire, you're going to get burned." Charlie told him.

"That's true." Henry said, still tickling Elizabeth.

"Or, tickled in THIS context!" Charlie declared, before drilling her fingers right into his hips. Henry yelped in surprise, and quickly curled in, dropping Elizabeth in the process. Thankfully, Michael was standing right in front of Henry, and was able to grab Elizabeth. With Elizabeth safe in his hands, Michael brought Elizabeth back to their father. Elizabeth resumed to tickling her father, while Michael happily joined in at the feet.

"AAAAAAH! MIHIHIHICHAHAHAHAEL!" William yelled, falling into cackles in a matter of seconds.

Henry was currently being tickled as well, by his only daughter! And surprisingly, Henry was much more ticklish than William which meant Charlie could get him down much quicker. Charlie was currently drilling into his hips, while occasionally bringing her fingers up to his sides. Henry was cackling madly, and was squirming around like his life depended on it. The poor man was WAY too ticklish to handle much more.

Thankfully, Charlie knew his limits, and stopped tickling him to join Michael and the other kids on Uncle William. All 4 of the kids had laid themselves on top of William, like a big puppy pile. Michael and Charlie were tickling his socked feet while laying on his legs, and Chris and Elizabeth were laying on his stomach and not tickling him at all. "Hahahahahaha! Yohohou guhuhuhuys ahahare soho sihihilly." William reacted.

Chris laid his body on the ground beside William, and began using William's stomach as a pillow. Meanwhile, Elizabeth had gotten off of William and was pulling Henry over, so he could lay down beside William. "Elizabeth, you don't have to push me! Just show me where to-...Oh, okay." Henry said, before laying down beside William.

"Hihihihi...Wehelcome to chahahaohos..." William said to his friend.

"I'm glad I was invited!" Henry replied.

Soon, the kids started doggy piling on both men. They were all laying in a mass of generations on the floor, finally getting some much needed rest. The kids were cuddling their parent and uncle while they laid around. William and Henry were more than happy for the break, and so was Michael. But Charlie, Elizabeth and Chris couldn't sit around for very long, before getting bored and wanting to play again. So, William, Henry and Michael happily laid around on the floor, while Charlie looked after the 2 kids herself for a bit. Charlie knew that the fathers were somewhat unequipped energy-wise for looking after them, and Charlie was. So, she let them attempt to rest while she played hide and seek with the kids.

#ticklefic #star wars references #sith anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi vs anakin skywalker #lightsaber battles #parody #mocking star wars #lee!william #ler!charlie #switch!henry #switch!elizabeth #ler!chris

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innenofutari · 5 years

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An Analysis of Vanitas’s Personality (meta)

I’ve always wanted to write some little meta for Vanitas no Carte, more specifically Vanitas, who probably is one of my favorite characters overall. I can’t help but find his entire character so well-built and intriguing! Most notably how he is written to be the center of the story- he’s like a “key” to the “catbox”; once you understand him, you can understand the themes and mysteries of the story (or at least that’s what I believe Mochijun is going for currently).

Diving into his mindset is, let me tell you, one hell of a confusing ride. But, at the end of it, I think I managed to form my own interpretations pretty well. Also, considering that he’s the type of character meant to be a mystery, feel free to agree or disagree with this meta, after all this is only the way I view things, and your interpretations aren’t any less valid than mine. With that being said, you better sit down because I’m one motherfucker who talks your ears off I’m so sorry.

1. Vanitas’s “change of mood” in the manga:

I think I want to start by talking about one of the things about Vanitas that caught my attention while reading the manga for the first time, and this is Vanitas’s “attitude change”. While I was reading, it was so subtle and gradual that I didn’t even properly realize until halfway through the catacombs arc. That instantly piqued my attention and I, a moron as I am, went “Wait didn’t this idiot act completely differently ten chapters ago?”. So why, exactly, did this dumbass change his demeanor so drastically? Well, he kind of didn’t, really.

At the start of the series, we all know Vanitas looked to be in “a good mood”; he laughed all the time, constantly wore a smile on his face and seemed like he was having fun with everything around him, yet suddenly, he got grumpier, angrier, snapping at the smallest things and so on. This never had anything with his temper and feelings, but everything to do with trust.

Now, what exactly do I mean by “trust”? I’m sure everyone reading this already knows, but I’ll talk about it anyway because it’s almost three in the unholy morning and I’m running solely on cans of soda.

I’ll start by saying that there is no more effective way to conceal your feelings than by wearing a grin on your face; one smile can mean a multitude of things, and it’s very hard to tell anything about a person based on that. The “smiling tactic” is an extremely effective way of obtaining information without unintentionally giving any to the person you’re trying to take information from.

Even when August is literally choking him, and Vanitas is clearly in pain, his smile stays on, unwavering, from the beginning to the very end of his interrogation. Later, August himself even acknowledges that he himself couldn’t discover shit about Vanitas after all, since Vanitas is so well guarded.

His smile also serves another purpose other than to omit, and it’s exactly to extract information from other people.

Vanitas relies a lot on charm and charisma to gather information. He knows people are more willing to talk to someone friendlier, who wears a smile on their faces all the time and to who they can feel a sense of security and trust towards.

Based on this, it’s pretty safe to assume that with Noé at first was the same, wasn’t it? His enthusiasm at the beginning never really existed (although I still believe his instant interest towards Noé is pretty real, like he gravitated towards him). He uses his smiles to conceal, to gather information and also to taunt people (e.g. Astolfo), but it’s not truthful.

For me, Vanitas’s sudden “change” was one of the biggest proofs of his trust on Noé, and marks the beginning of when he truly started to see him as someone he could (kind of) confide in. You could argue that Vanitas jumping in the Altus portal was also a sign of trust, but I disagree. That still felt weirdly “calculated”, he knows someone with a personality like Noé’s would never let someone die in front of their eyes, so he gambled on this possibility. Vanitas trusted his own understanding of Noé’s personality, not Noé himself. However, what would he even gain by acting grumpy next to Noé? Nothing, right? He’s just exposing himself needlessly.

Now the question, what exactly sparked this sudden change in the way Vanitas felt about Noé? For the when, I think it’s pretty obvious what scene it was.

This scene is very important for many reasons. Each of Vanitas’s expressions here tell their own story and capture the nature of his contradicting feelings so well. But, I’ll get to these “contradictions” in a second, now I wanted to talk about something else: “hope”.

It’s no news to anyone that Vanitas is like, depressed as shit and is pretty much passively suicidal and, of course, entirely disillusioned with the world and society as a whole. He believes people and vampires alike are inherently selfish, twisted beings. Creatures so wicked that there is no point to even reason with them. Vanitas doesn’t have any hope whatsoever, both in himself and others. For him, the person is already drowning before even stepping into the lake.

Even so, I firmly believe that there is a side of Vanitas that wished so fervently to be proven wrong. Even though he was dead set on his beliefs, he wanted someone to come and crush them. To prove him that there is good in this world, that he was being a damn fool this entire time. But no one ever stuck around enough to do that. They were all unable to truly reach out to him.

Noé gave him the hope that there was a person who could convince him. That there was a person who could understand him, reach out to the depths of his heart and get past his lies. He willingly sets up this façade of this cold, unfeeling jerk who has no care for others and always does as he pleases, but he’s always wanted someone to look past this. Yet, at the same time, he’s deathly afraid of this possibility.

In the first picture, his face is in awe, as if he was looking at salvation itself. However, that all crumbles down when Noé says he is staying with Vanitas and the implications this has. That’s what he is terrified of. Aaaand with this we move to the second section of this analysis! (Damn this is getting so lengthy I truly became that one freak who writes a thesis worth of analysis of a drawing).

2. Vanitas’s fears and contradictions:

I think it’s really obvious to everyone that damn this dude got some issues regarding forming relationships with other people. It’s pretty safe to say the only friend he has is Noé, and that’s such an easy thing to overlook, mainly because of how he acts around others. You could argue that he’s friends with Dante but… that’s not quite so. Dante is, in fact, fairly good at reading Vanitas (which, unpopular opinion, is not a hard thing to do given how emotional he is, but let’s get to that later) but between them there is an emotional barrier neither is willing to cross. They’re more like close acquaintances than anything.

Well, this isn’t groundbreaking, but it’s pretty obvious Vanitas is terrified of forming any meaningful bonds with others. Thing most obviously showcased in the notorious chapter 12:

This panel… is a tricky one. It’s totally up to the reader’s interpretation and it could mean a myriad of different things, especially since very little was revealed about his past as of chapter 39.

I personally see this scene as showing Vanitas’s fear of attachment, laced with a tinge of self hatred. There is nothing Vanitas fears more than getting close to people and caring about them, he himself sees this as a weakness and something he absolutely must not have. On a side note, it is also possible that Vanitas thinks so lowly of himself that he thinks anyone that would seriously love him was completely out of their minds. Or both, who knows?

But what is so interesting is that… he can’t. Vanitas knows he should be cold, calculating, use people as pieces and discard them, knows he shouldn’t be emotional or act on impulse, knows he shouldn’t express any kind of feeling whatsoever and keep the concealing smile. Yet, he just fails so miserably in every single one of those. Vanitas cares a lot, more than he’d ever want to admit, he does completely reckless and uncalled for things for no reason other than it pissed him off, so of course he gotta get the last say because he has the mind of a teenager on their rebellious phase.

Say, can you think of any, any at all, conceivable explanation of what Vanitas could possibly gain by making that speech for all vampires to hear during the ball? There is none. If you think from his perspective, the only thing that little spectacle of his brought were disadvantages for himself. So why? Because he felt belittled, humiliated, and he’s prideful as all hell, so of course he had to prove how none of that was even remotely true. He wanted to affirm himself. In the thinking process of a cunning, one hundred percent unemotional man, that was a completely unnecessary move.

It’s almost like Vanitas wants to become someone he’s not. He wants to act a certain way (to prevent even more pain?), but, ultimately, he cannot. It’s even funny how he fails spectacularly on keeping his expression “blank, without information” because even when he tries, his emotions all show on his face. It’s amusing how quick he is to try and cover said blunder with a laugh and a smile.

These contradictions are very deeply linked to his trauma, even if we don’t know the full extent of it it’s fairly obvious. What drives his wish to act so differently and thus his contradictions is, most of all, fear.

This part is pretty straightforward, in fact. In the end, Vanitas is afraid of forming bonds with others in fear of losing them, he knows firsthand how much it hurts (of course, he also doesn’t want anyone to discover his past). But that’s not all, remember how I mentioned that Vanitas’s expression only darkened in the clock tower (chapter 11) scene when Noé said he had decided to stay with him…? Well… I think Vanitas might think he brings misfortune to whoever gets involved with him. Like he is some symbol of disaster and doom that does nothing but kill those around him. If people care for him, they will suffer, but if they hate him, they will be completely fine.

Despite his insistence of being detached to all people and being a cold asshole because that’s what he must do, to avoid getting hurt, to avoid having weak points, he also craves so very badly for intimacy. He wants to be close to someone, to make an impression on someone. After all, during his whole life I doubt he truly had any meaningful relationships with others. But love only results in pain in the end, so what other strong emotion is left? Of course, it’s hatred.

Aaand this brings us to the last section of this analysis! May be a tad biased and controversial, but as I said, this is merely my opinion and I’m just as much of a random person on the internet as you! My opinion is no better than yours.

3. Vanitas’s relationships: Mainly Noé and Jeanne

As I said above, Vanitas wishes fervently to have some kind of relationship with someone, no matter which type. Since love is a no-go, he opted towards having someone feel intense hatred towards him. Because a strong emotion is a strong emotion, isn’t it? After all, hatred must be better than indifference.

Getting this out of the way, I do not think Vanitas truly loves Jeanne as of chapter 39. It’s glaringly obvious he does not, his way of showing true affection is not the way he does with Jeanne. The way he acts around her is much closer to the façade he tries to be. As I see it, this ties into Vanitas’s wish to explore intimacy and affection, even if a broken, twisted kind of. Another proof of this is that he doesn’t push her away like he does with people he knows he’s starting to grow fond of, but instead keeps her closer.

That is exactly due to the belief that she will always, always hate him, and so, there is absolutely nothing to fear. He can explore all these things and experience being the brunt of a person’s intense feelings without any consequences.

This is a very harsh thing to say, but I think Vanitas is using Jeanne as a “convenient female” he accused Dominique of being to Noé.

It’s also worth noting that in the one chapter he truly got somehow intimate with Jeanne he tried to avoid it in many ways, even trying the usual “flirting” to purposefully gross her out. By the way, can I just point out that this scene truly shows just how estranged from affection he is? He has none of the suave façade, he’s a blundering mess.

About the topic of whether Jeanne likes Vanitas or not, my answer is, too, a clear no as of chapter 39. Vanitas and Jeanne together are a combination that spawns all the disaster on earth, considering how manipulative and emotionally stunted Vanitas is, and how gullible and affection starved Jeanne is. It’s a recipe for disaster. Jeanne is not used to affection, she was mistreated during most of her life, treated as something below humans and vampires due to a thing that was completely out of her control, and then, melting at any sort of affection, no matter how twisted the person may be.

To be fair, I think overall Vanijeanne will develop immensely, and their relationship will grow into something else, more healthy? Who knows! I just think it’s undeniable that in the future Jeanne will have a big, big impact on Vanitas and vice versa. (Disclaimer: I will not tolerate any ship hate whatsoever and everyone is allowed to ship whatever they want regardless of the nature of said ship).

Shifting the focus away to Noé and Vanitas for now, there are some little things I would like to talk about and juxtapose with Vanijeanne, since parallels are my thing.

Parallels between Vanoé and Vanijeanne may not even exist and are just my mind overthinking (hell if this whole post isn’t just a big overthinking) but I would like to talk about what my sleep deprived mind came up with. First off, I think it’s safe to say that Vanoé’s relationship is depicted as complete opposites, opposite worldviews, personalities, fuck even color palettes! And the story as it is shows that they bring the absolute best out of each other and learn by staying by the other’s side. The whole narrative pushes the two halves of a whole idiot a lot.

Noé is naive, pure, idealistic but still possesses certain “selfishness” (like how he felt he was selfish when Louis died but he lived), while Vanitas is cunning, wicked, cynical and would throw his own life away for one corn chip. It’s like they were two people fated to meet.

Vanitas and Jeanne, on the other hand… are kind of similar, but only in certain ways, mostly due to trauma. Jeanne, too, only lives for a sole objective, the same way Vanitas clings to life using his self assigned duty to cure curse bearers. Jeanne and Vanitas both, are people who have essentially gave up on life, on the world, and on themselves. People who purposefully push themselves away from happiness, in fear of the consequences.

I think, at least right now, this is the main reason why they cannot see eye to eye (aside from Vanitas being an asshole). To understand Vanitas and reach out to him, one must see him with “love”. Without love, Vanitas’s struggles, trauma and suffering cannot be seen. If you look at him with eyes full of hatred, he’ll be exactly who he wants to be seen as; a cold, heartless bastard who toys with people and cares for no one other than himself. Jeanne doesn’t have the ability to see the world as purely as Noé does. She cannot find love even in seemingly irredeemable people such as Vanitas. Yet, at least.

That’s the main reason why I think Vanitas isn’t afraid of being near Jeanne, and that’s the main reason why Noé is probably such an… illogical existence to Vanitas. Vanitas, too, cannot see love in the world, and yet, Noé does. Noé catches every single small detail about him:

Whew! That was… one big fucking post! If you’ve reached this point, thank you! I write meta for fun only and to share my interpretations for you guys! Also, the last bit probably sounded very ship hate-y but I swear this was absolutely not my intention.

Actually, the true meaning of this whole post was that I wanted to make an Umineko reference with Vanitas no Carte and I have succeeded. Play Umineko, you guys.

#vnc vanitas #vanitas no carte #vnc #the case study of vanitas #meta #vanoé #vaninoé #vannoé #analysis #long post #vnc jeanne #noé archiviste

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ahatintimestorybook · 3 years

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A Royal Problem Chap. 11

Here is the next chapter of A Royal Problem! Sorry for the long wait!!

So work has been...well...sort of...I won’t get much into it, but yeah work has been weird for me the past few weeks, so I’ve been doing a ton of writing and video game playing in my past time. Good news, I got this story done as well as two other stories, one of which being new so expect a triple upload today!!

Anyways, this is just some (what) of an wholesome chapter, just Mu and Hat talking and what happened when Hat Kid was in Subcon while the royal kids were in Mafia Town.

Enjoy!!

After what happened over in Mafia Town, Snatcher and Vanessa were tired and Hat Kid put them on her bed so they could take a nap while she explained to Mu everything that happened after their battle. She led the mustached girl into the kitchen and grabbed two cans of sodas for them to drink, while they talked about what’s been going on.

Hat Kid went on to explain everything that happened after their last battle. From Snatcher and Vanessa’s fight that destroyed the Time Piece and caused them to revert back into being kids up to the point she left Subcon, came back and found the kids missing only for C.C to tell her they were in Mafia Town looking for her.

“So let me get this straight,” Mu started. “You're telling me those kids were the creepy noddle ghost and crazy lady in a manor from Subcon Forest?” She asked. Hat Kid nodded in reply. “And it was all because a Time Piece made them younger again?”

“Yep.” Hat Kid replied as she chugged her soda. “Time Pieces don’t only go back and time and change reality. It can also age you up or down, so you messing with the Time Pieces not too long ago could’ve made you a baby or a sweet old lady. Pick your poison.” She explained giving a smirk.

Mu glared at her friend. She hated being mentioned about what she did. Even though a few people like C.C forgiven her, a majority of others like the Mafia still hate her about it or even worse wanted her executed. Though it was nice to see Hat Kid still had her sense of humor around her.

“Honestly, removing bad guys is way better than being an adult.” Mu said, giving a disgusted look before taking a sip of her soda. Hat Kid chuckled seeing Mu still had her sense of humor as well.

Soon the two girls were now silent and awkward while drinking their soda. Hat Kid would glance at Mu, and the latter would do the same. It was quiet for a bit until Mu decided to be the one to break the ice. “Besides everything going on with the kids, how was things after...you know the fight?” Mu asked.

Hat Kid sighed after taking a big gulp of her soda. “Crazy!” She shouted. “Some evil cat called the Empress, wanted my Time Pieces and was paying me a hefty amount of money to work for her gang just so I can get my Time Pieces and give it to her.” She explained.

Mu groaned in disgust seeing it wasn’t just only her who wanted the Time Pieces for herself. However, while she just wanted the Time Piece to stop bad guys, and in turn starting a new justice system, the Empress decided to just keep them for their own collection.

“Did you get them back?” Mu asked.

Hat Kid nodded. “I did, but not before being chased by the evil peck neck cat’s rocket launcher!” She shouted.

Thanks to Hat Kid’s shouting, Mu’s soda then went though the wrong pipe making Mu start to cough. Hat Kid apologized and rubbed her friend’s back. Mu started to calm down and sighed seeing the cough started to go down.

“Man guess you had it rough yourself.” Mu commented.

Hat Kid sighed. “With that and having to fix a broken Time Piece. Yeah.” She replied. “However, it’s not bad taking care of the royal kids. They’re way different than when they were ghosts.” Hat Kid added giving a giggle.

“Like how different?” Mu asked.

“You saw them in Mafia Town? Isn’t that enough for ya?” Hat Kid asked in reply.

Mu chuckled, “nope.” She said, giving her signature smirk. The two girls then started to laugh together like they used to before splitting off from one another. It felt nice for the both of them to share a laugh together then laugh at one another. Once they calmed down, the two smiled at one another missing each other’s laughter.

“I missed this.” Hat Kid mentioned.

Mu smiled. “Me too.” She replied. Soon, Mu's smile turned into a frown. “Hat Kid. I’m really, really sorry for everything. I was just upset I lost my home, and I thought using your Time Pieces could fix everything, but I was wrong. I only made things worse.” She explained causing her to tear up. “Again I’m really sorry.”

Hat Kid sighed but gave a small smile to her friend. She got up from her seat and walked up to her mustached friend and put a hand on her shoulder. “Mu, I should be the one to say sorry.” She said.

Mu sniffled. “W-why? Y-your the true hero! I’m a bad guy!” She shouted.

“No. I should’ve found a way to help you rather than just worrying about my Time Pieces. I didn’t understand how much you went through till much later.” Hat Kid explained. She then went on to explain how she found out more about Mu’s past and told her she found a book of her memories via a Time Rift and saw what really went down between Mu and the Mafia.

“I wanted to tell you, but you know the fight between us happened.” Hat Kid finished. This in turn made Mu feel really guilty. The hat-wearing child sighed and put her arm around Mu. “I’m really, really sorry you went through all that. If I knew, I would’ve found ways to help you, and even let you stay with me where it's safe.”

Mu gave a tearful smile and hugged her friend tightly. Hat Kid smiled and hugged her friend back. It was at this moment the girls knew, their friendship had been repaired. The two girls looked at one another and smiled knowing they have repaired their broken friendship.

In the back of Hat Kid’s head, she felt the friendship meter that kept track of her friendship with Mu go from enemies to best friends again.

“So, now that we’re friends again. I was wondering if you need help taking care of the kids?” Mu asked.

Hat Kid was taken aback by Mu’s offer. “W-wait what?” Hat Kid asked.

“I figured if you want me to live here with you. I figured I should do my part and help you take care of the kids.” Mu explained.

Sure, Snatcher and Vanessa weren’t too hard to take care of. Okay, hard enough for a 9-year old alien child, but she was taking good care of them plus she did have C.C who handled all of the cooking.

Then again, there were two incidents, which Hat Kid takes full responsibility for that Snatcher and Vanessa got themselves into and it would be nice to have someone else to keep an eye on them.

Though, was Mu good with children?

“Thanks for the help Mu, but how good are you with younger children?” Hat Kid asked.

Mu crossed her arms and gave a prideful smile. “Before the Mafia came and destroyed everything I was the island’s babysitter and took care of many of the younger children on the island.” She explained.

Hat Kid blinked in surprise. “I-I didn’t know that.”

“Well, now you do.” Mu chuckled. Hat Kid chuckled as well knowing more help will be coming her way. As she chuckled, Hat Kid’s sleeve loosened and Mu froze seeing deep red cuts on Hat Kid’s right hand. “Hat Kid what happened to your hand?” She asked, concerned.

Hat Kid paused and frowned revealing her arm a bit more. Mu gasped seeing how serious Hat Kid’s injury was. “H-Hat Kid! What happened to your arm?” Mu asked, grabbing Hat Kid’s arm and seeing the deep red cuts for herself.

“I was in Subcon to find more shards and the same ghost that attacked Snatcher and Vanessa before, attacked me.” Hat Kid explained.

While Snatcher and Vanessa were in Mafia Town, Hat Kid was in Subcon digging through the snow and ground looking for Time Piece shards. However, it seemed looking for the said shards was harder than ever as she was only able to find two. She decided the ground would have to wait due to all the snow, and decided to check the trees for the remaining pieces.

“Aha!” Hat Kid beamed as she found the 2nd base of the Time Piece hanging on the tree. Using the end of her umbrella to hook on to a noose, she was elevated to the tree and grabbed the piece before falling down gently thanks to her umbrella. “Alright, that’s three pieces!” She cheered.

Soon a rustle was heard in the bushes making Hat Kid gasp and jumped back. “W-who’s there?” She asked. “Snatcher? Vanessa? If it's you two, this isn’t funny!” However, it wasn’t the royal kids at all, but Moonjumper.

Hat Kid gasped recognizing Moonjumper as the ghost that went after the royal kids not too long ago. “You're the ghost I saw with Snatcher and Vanessa.” Hat Kid realized.

Moonjumper chuckled and gave a bow. “You are the kid who is close with Snatcher? Am I right?” He asked.

The hat-wearing child gulped and nodded. “H-how did you know about me?” She asked.

“I’ve been a ghost living in the forest for many years, years before Queen Vanessa was even born.” Moonjumper explained floating around. “I’ve seen everything that went on from this forest, from the Subcon Deep Freeze to the day you appeared in this forest.”

“Okay, creepy.” Hat Kid mumbled. She rolled her eyes, but the ghost didn’t seem too bad. Just creepy. “Listen, I’m sorry for what Snatcher and Vanessa did to hurt you. They were scared after you chased them off so I figured they must have done something to you.” She explained giving a chuckle.

Moonjumper got closer to the girl making her nervous. “Oh one of them had done something to me.” He sneered. Hat Kid gulped and stepped back away from the ghost.

“Well. I’m so sorry about that. I’m sure they didn’t mean it.” Hat Kid apologized.

“Oh I’m sure.” Moonjumper said. Soon red strings started to come out of the ghost’s hands and started to make its way towards Hat Kid. The kid tried to run away, but the red strings caught her by her right hand.

Hat Kid yelled and fell to the ground. She tried to tug on the strings, but they held onto her tight. “H-hey! L-let me go!” She yelled.

Moonjumper laughed. “Sorry kiddo, but you have a lot you need to talk about with me.” He stated.

Glaring, Hat Kid snapped back. “Like peck I’ll tell you everything! Also Snatcher is the only ghost to call me kiddo!”

Moonjumper growled and tightened the strings on Hat Kid’s arm tighter. Hat Kid screamed and held on to her hand till she felt something warm liquid seeping through her fingers. She looked at her hand and saw blood. Tears started to appear from her eyes due to the pain she was going through.

Moonjumper’s strings felt like a needle or a sharp wire going through her skin. The ghost laughed and soon loosened the tightness of his strings on the child. The string was still tight on Hat Kid, but wasn’t hurting like before.

“Now, do you want to snap at me again, or do you want your hand to pop right off?” Moonjumper threatened. Hat Kid nodded whimpering. The ghost chuckled, “good. Now first things first, how did Snatcher and Vanessa become little kids?”

Hat Kid gave a small glare. In no way she was going to tell this other ghost about her Time Pieces. She had almost an entire planet knowing about them and knew the consequences for telling a stranger about the Time Pieces.

“I-I don’t know.” Hat Kid lied. “I was just going to see Snatcher and then that happened.” She hoped lying and stalling the ghost would leave her alone and probably drop everything and let her go.

She was dead wrong.

Moonjumper tightened the strings once again causing Hat Kid to scream and cry again. “I know your lying kid.” He growled. “Now tell me the truth.” He hissed.

“Never!” Hat Kid growled.

Moonjumper growled back, and released more strings and tightened them on Hat Kid’s other arm. She yelled in pain and fell on her back. “You are a brat.” He growled. “I don’t know why Snatcher kept his cool around you,” he then scoffed. “People like you would not only have your soul taken away, but Snatcher would have been off with your head just now.” He explained.

Hat Kid gulped remembering the day she and Snatcher first met. Snatcher did tell her that the last person lost his head after completing all of his contracts. It didn’t really bother her, but seeing another ghost who seemed to be threatening them annoying, that scared her.

“But, I’m not Snatcher.” Moonjumper revealed and soon Moonjumper loosened the threads off her. Hat Kid was confused yet relieved that the ghost let her go, but now she was confused why Moonjumper let her go. “I’m letting you go kid, for now. I’ll find out myself how this whole situation happened, but next time I see you here. I won’t be so easy on you.” He explained threatening the child. Soon he disappeared leaving the child alone.

Without hesitation Hat Kid quickly teleported back to her ship. Once she left Moonjumper, hiding behind some trees smirked as he looked down at a glass shard. A shard belonging to the Time Piece.

“After that, I saw Vanessa and Snatcher missing. I asked C.C where they were and told me Mafia Town, so I went on over there to look for them, and well the rest is history..” She explained.

Mu was surprised, there was another bad guy, or bad ghost roaming around the planet now? “So there’s more bad guys we have to deal with?” Mu asked.

“Well just one for now. I don’t know if this ghost has any minions or not.” Hat Kid answered. “He seemed to be alone, but he is dangerous, and with the Time Piece shards still out there.” She paused giving a sigh. “I don’t think it won’t be Snatcher and Vanessa not going back to normal, but something way worse.” She explained.

Mu gulped. She worried what this ghost had in store for them, and from the tone of Hat Kid’s voice it was something way worse. No, she wasn’t going to be scared. Not this time.

She was the hero! She was going to show she can be a hero.

“And that’s why you need me to help you watch the kids.” Mu explained. “You continue finding the Time Piece shards and I’ll make sure these kids don’t go into any trouble.”

Hat Kid raised an eyebrow. Sure she was fine with Mu helping to keep an eye on the kids, but making sure they won’t get into trouble was an understatement.

Mu sighed. “Okay maybe we might get into trouble, but someone needs to keep in check those kids. That ghost tried to capture them once, what if he finds your ship and catches them there.” She explained.

“You’re right Mu, but you sure you could handle a ghost like that?” Hat Kid asked.

Mu nodded. “I’ll do everything to be the hero I want to be.”

Hat Kid worried about Mu. She didn’t want anyone else involved in the situation, and having her protect the kids would mean Mu getting hurt by Moonjumper. Hat Kid didn’t want to lose her best friend again.

Mu saw how Hat Kid was contemplating about helping her, but she gave a small smile and held Hat Kid’s hand. “Hat Kid, I’ll be fine. I’ve handled the Mafia. I’m positive I can handle a ghost.” She explained. “Even if I can’t. I still want those kids to be safe.”

Hat Kid’s eyes widened and she gave a smile. Mu was being honest and she sensed it. “Alright. I trust you Mu.” She said. Mu smiled and hugged Hat Kid.

“Thank you.” Mu whispered.

“Anytime.” Hat Kid giggled.

The two let go of their hug and turned to see Snatcher, who just woke up from his nap. However, he looked concerned more than anything.

“Snatcher, what’s wrong?” Hat Kid asked.

“Something is wrong with Vanessa!” He cried.

—————- Yep we’re getting into cliffhanger territory!!!

#ahit au #a royal problem #A Royal Problem AU #mustache girl #hat kid #moonjumper #ahit the prince #ahit snatcher #snatcher #a hat in time #ahit #ahit fanfiction

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bluepenguinstories · 3 years

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Happiness Overload Chapter Sixty-Two

My little rock was a flotation device against the rest of rushing rapids that made up the pool; the rest of the world, a scattered valley of rocks against a frantic body of water which was once composed of several bodies. Now one, and one that was overjoyed with the prospects of flooding over the little chunks which made up the remaining remnants of land, or being dried out, or come what may.

I sat on the edge, of course, and kicked my feet against the water as I bobbed my head and smiled. If a tune came to mind, I would have hummed it, but none did. Which was fine enough for me. Just the idea that the waters itself were much stronger than my legs, and yet it was the upper half of me which kept me tethered to the ground.

“To think that any moment, I could get swept up and it would all be over!” I remarked, just as overjoyed as the waters, and the ground which kept me ‘down to earth’ (as the saying went).

“I’m glad to see you can still find pleasure as the end draws near,” my old robotic friend and enemy stood behind me, either in scorn or admiration, except I knew it was neither of those things, so it didn’t make much sense to use either descriptors. But it wasn’t just an observation. An analysis sounded like the word she would have used. Like she wanted to gauge who I was.

“I see no reason to be displeased!” I replied.

“It’s uncharacteristic of you.”

“Is it?” I wondered about that. Maybe at one point it would have been. “It’s nice to see you again, by the way, Etna,” I turned at last.

“You as well,” she stated. No hint of emotion, but the word choice was still interesting. No doubt she had capacity for sarcasm. “You always were my favorite.”

“Do you mean that?” I asked.

She shook her head and smiled.

“What does it matter anymore?”

I grinned. “Fair enough!”

‘Favorite’ to her probably meant ‘test subject’ or ‘experiment’ or ‘pet’, anyway. Not that I minded what the context was, as being a favorite in any category delighted me.

I fell back on the patch of dirt, or gravelly rock which I called a bed. In my mind, it was sand, as sand was the thing typically associated with islands, but then again, I guess the place I occupied was too small to be an island.

“Still, it’s funny to thing that it’s been more than four years and soon it will all end. Like, with everything that’s happened, and all this running around, and it’s still happening. Whether it was the way others wanted it to be or not, things really are coming to a close. Really makes you think, doesn’t it?” I asked, although not addressed (necessarily, though there wasn’t anyone else) to Professor Etna.

“Yes. I’ve spent a great deal of my time thinking and little else. If I were powered by a computer, like counterparts of mine in other timelines, I would have ceased to exist long ago. But seeing as we are carry the same being, I remain. What has been four years for you has been much longer for me. In that time, I have stood, watching as the world and all of its inhabitants decay, unable to do anything.”

“That’s not true!” I laughed. “You could have done more things if you wanted to! Like juggle, or play a musical instrument!”

“I have a synthesizer in my mind and can procure the sound of any instrument. As for me doing anything else, yes. But I could no longer control the situation in a way that I saw satisfactory. So I stood and watched as time passed.”

“Huh. Are you unhappy, then?”

I could have called it, but surprise, surprise, she shook her head.

“No. But I’ve accepted defeat. Now I just admire how everything unfolded the way it did. For a while, I held an empire. Domination over the world across timelines. Even if that time has passed, I do not forget the feeling.”

“Still hard to believe that you would just give up. Doesn’t sound...characteristic of you?” I grinned and scoffed. “You can’t tell me you didn’t plan something.”

“Yes. In fact, I did: I created a copy of myself through a USB drive and planned to have the one my likeness was based on upload said copy onto one of the computers aboard The Flashbulb’s HQ. Then, I planned to have my revenge and kill everyone aboard the ship. Eventually, I would introduce myself on a new version of Earth and usher in a new reign. It was a success, too, except as soon as I manifested, she killed me. Or, that copy of me. As things stand, that was my backup plan. Now all that’s left is to die on this planet.”

Hmm...Hmm...Mm...Hmm?

“So you let yourself be defeated, is what you’re saying,” I pointed out. As if it weren’t obvious already.

“What ever could you mean?” She smiled her devilish smile. “Why would I ever do something like that?”

“Beats me! All’s I know is that you’re far too calculating to allow yourself to be defeated like that. Also, that revenge thing? Not your style. Total bluff, if anything. You’re the type to entice others into seeking vengeance, not the other way around. Also, I know how she freed herself of the happiness, but she’d be far too weakened for her to get such a strike in. You know that as well as I do.”

“You wish to take her victory away from her?” She crooned in that sweet, malicious voice.

“A victory is a victory, now matter how it’s achieved. Besides, I’m happy for her. I’d love to see her one more time, but what makes her happy now is being at peace, and what makes me happy is my friends being happy,” I shrugged. “Still, I wonder why you did that. You’re too stubborn to give up and you’re too smart to allow yourself to be defeated.”

“I surprise myself sometimes. Maybe it’s that I’m masochistic as well as sadistic.”

“You got off on your own defeat?” I rolled around and laughed.

“I was offering a possible explanation.”

“Well, whatever it is, what’s done is done. I just found it strange. Like you’ve had a change of heart or something.”

“How is what I did any different than your situation?” She posed the question to me. “You too have given up. Rather than try to fight against the end of the world, or try to prevent your death, you’re just letting it happen.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that, is there? I’ll accept any situation as long as I’m still happy!”

“I preferred the old you. You were so fun how you thought that you could make a difference and how fast you turned to despair. You’re no fun the way you are now.”

“Aw,” I tried to sympathize. “If it helps, you can kill me right now.”

“It wouldn’t have the same effect. Could you really call yourself powerless in your current situation?”

I thought about it. In a more literal sense, not at all. At the same time, I didn’t think it was all that different than prior versions of me; sure, I had more control over the situation and if it made me more happy to do so, I would live on. So would the world. But I felt like it needed to happen, for the benefit of others, even if in reality, it may not have made much of a difference, if any at all.

“I’m not powerless in the sense that the way I feel won’t change, but isn’t that a good thing? If you were to kill me on the brink of despair, wouldn’t you have told me, ‘at least you had fun on the way’ as some sort of crooked form of acceptance? Well, at least I saw my friends on the way, and I got to be happy, and really, that’s all I could ask for.”

“But,” I continued. “What about you? If you’re not here to kill me, then does that mean you weren’t the one who wanted me to come down to Earth?”

She shook her head. Right. I should have known already. If she was the one who called for me, she would have made sure I knew.

“But I know who. Such a being is the only one besides us left on this remnant of a planet. You will find him below here. In the middle of this platform is a hole. Down the hole is a flight of stairs. Walk down there, and you will find him, far below the earth. If you wish to think of it in more fantastic terms, you could think of his dwelling as the mythical land of Agartha.”

“Man,” I bemoaned. “That really was the worst singularity. Why couldn’t it have been somewhere cool like Shimousa or Salem, Massachusetts.”

Dr. (or Professor) Etna groaned. It sounded like the humming noise a computer made when it had to let out air because it was running too many processes. Or it sounded like that sound when you put quarters into a soda machine and you hear the rumbling of the can before it goes down the slot.

“Why do you have to turn everything into a reference?” She asked me.

“Beats me,” I shrugged. “Feels like tradition at this point. Like, I’m going to die this way, I may as well mention whatever.” I stood up and walked over to the middle of the ‘island’. Then Etna and I were face to face. She seemed just as imposing, but even less interested in being so.

“You know, the whole ‘hole in the middle of an island’ thing reminds me of when I used to go around in Minecraft and find a small place out in the middle of the ocean and just start digging into the dirt.”

“Ah, yes,” she smiled. “I used to host a private server in my mind and all of these players would get invites, and they all had a fun time. Then when they would go offline, I would take their stuff and throw it into lava. When they went back online, they would get shocked that their items were missing and start to accuse each other of who could have done such a thing.”

First of all, I was shocked that she even heard of that game (then again, why? Supersmart AI, mind is already a computer, likely with an internet connection, what’s the surprise?), but then, I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Oh man,” I gasped for breath as I worked up a hoot. “You were a griefer! That SO fits you!”

“Yes,” she smiled. “How I miss torturing people so. When the euphoria set in, I found less and less people to mess with.”

I looked down. The stairs were inviting, in that ominous ‘you know you shouldn’t, but come on, it’s stairs’ way. After feeling the existential pressure that stairs leading underground could exert, I faced Etna once more.

“Is there any way you can be happy?” I asked her.

“Oh, don’t worry. It brings me great joy just to know that the one who awaits you will find no satisfaction in the end.”

There were other questions I wanted to ask her, like, “you know how Ves is a lesbian, and you’re based on her, so what about you? What’s your sexuality? How does AI sexuality work? Does an AI even have a preference?” But I already knew that she would say something like:

“I derive pleasure both from hurting and being hurt by others. Nothing else.”

And I wouldn’t know what to say to that, because did that mean she was pansexual or asexual? Whatever it meant, it wasn’t my kink (coincidentally, I had no kink), but I was happy that something pleased her. At least, pleasure is associated with happiness. I’m pretty sure.

In the end, all I really said to Etna was:

“Take care.”

She nodded, and I no longer felt her presence. All that was left was to walk down, into the unknown. I felt the ground beneath me quake and I knew that there was no more time left. So I hurried down, into the darkness, and thought about all the light feelings that Euphoria had brought me.

#happiness overload #writing #stories #end of the world #reflective #an old friend #and enemy #fiction #scifi #horror #comedy

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reddieorrnot · 5 years

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27 your highness

your- your highness? my heart :)) here’s prompt 27 from this list!!

to everyone asking for part twos on other works, i will get to them!! i just have many prompt requests that i wanna get to because i hate making you guys wait :( anyways i hope you like this one!!

Richie grabbed his blue windbreaker on the way out, knowing that even if he didn’t need it tonight, there was a chance that Eddie would. And Richie wanted to be the first to offer the boy warmth. His parents had gone out to dinner just a few minutes prior, and to what Richie could expect, wouldn’t be back until much later. The married couple often took nights off, marking those as their date nights. They would take a taxi to the city, dine at some fancy restaurant, get drunk out of their minds, and come back home in another taxi. In other words, Went and Maggie wouldn’t be in the best state of minds when they returned to even check on Richie. Meaning he didn’t really have to let them know that he too, would also be going out tonight.

Beverly had brought it up last week, saying that a coworker at her job was having a big party. It was located at some house that was a little further out in Derry, which vanquished any possibilities of the event getting shut down by the police. Everyone was hesitant at first, especially because they had never met Beverly’s work friends.

It had been a job she got Sophomore year, when she found herself needing money for things she didn’t really want her aunt knowing about. Ben had helped her search around, and she finally settled on a little clothes shop downtown. Now it was a year later, and Beverly found not only an income, but an enjoyable pastime in the work. She spoke of her coworkers at times, Richie could recall one being named Maddie, the hostess of the party tonight, and another one was named something along the lines of Olivia? Olive? He wasn’t sure.

But after a lot of convincing, and reassurance that they would all have each other, the friend group finally all agreed to go to Maddie’s.

Richie, for one, was pretty excited. He didn’t find as much risk or fear in the new and different environment compared to his other friends. All he had to hear was a party and he was already getting ready to go. Eddie, though, had confided in Richie that parties always made him feel very self-conscious. As if everyone knew he didn’t belong, and that he stuck out like a sore thumb, was how he put it. Richie had told Eddie the only reason he stuck out like a sore thumb was because of how cute he was, Eddie didn’t agree.

After endless promises to not leave Eddie’s side whatsoever at the party, Richie had gotten him to say he’d go, for the second time. So here Richie was, sliding his windbreaker on, and going down his stairs. He walked to the front door, grabbing his keys off of a small side table where he usually kept them. Eddie had also asked Richie to be his ride, to and back from the party. Even though this meant Richie couldn’t get shitfaced, he said he’d do so happily. Richie wasn’t lying, he’d do anything to make sure his best friend was safe, even if it meant not drinking a drop of alcohol tonight. Plus, just meant he’d remember all the memories perfectly, instead of blacking out halfway and waking up the next day with a terrible headache. Being drunk also meant not being confident Eddie was okay the whole time, which was really made Richie stay sober.

Locking the door behind him, Richie walked down his driveway and over to his car. Entering the driver’s seat, he noticed an empty can of soda on the floor in the passenger’s side. If anyone asked, Richie would tell them it was just a reflex, something he had just gotten used to doing due to Eddie’s constant nagging. But the real reason he saw that can, grabbed it, and jumped out of the car to dump it in the trash can, was because he knew that the garbage would just be another reason for Eddie nerves to act up. Once he got back into the car, Richie made sure to pop in a cassette tape that was a copy of one he had previously given Eddie. It had been a random gift, not for any holiday or anything. Richie would never forget how excited Eddie had gotten, and how the hug Richie had gotten made him so flushed he couldn’t look Eddie in the eye for minutes after. Richie had made a copy of it because he liked listening to the same songs, imaging he was in Eddie’s shoes, thinking about how he’d perceive the music.

After pressing play on the tape, Richie started the car up and began pulling out of his driveway. Then he made his way over to the Kaspbraks.

Richie had called earlier, asking Eddie if his mother would be home. Well, Richie’s exact question had been if Mrs. Kaspbrk would be home for Richie’s quickie, but Eddie shut him up before he could get to the funny part. Eddie told him that his mom wouldn’t be home, and that the door would be open. But going in through the front door had never been fun for Richie. Ever since they were younger. It started off as a way to just sneak into Eddie’s room when he got bored. Then whenever he couldn’t sleep, or when he just really missed that boy. Eddie never turned him away, or shut him out. So even though he could have gone through the front door, climbing through Eddie’s window was just so much better.

Parking in front of Eddie’s house, Richie paused the music, and climbed out of his car. He didn’t walk on the path, and instead went through the front yard, and around the house. He chuckled quietly to himself, imagining both Eddie’s mother’s horror if she had seen him stepping all over the grass. And despite his earlier joke, he thanked the universe she wasn’t home right now.

Richie approached a very familiar tree, smiling at it. It had assisted him throughout all the past years when it came to reaching Eddie’s window. It was so perfectly placed! Richie swore that it was fate. He grasped a sturdy branch, then placed his foot against the trunk. Hoisting himself up, he then grabbed another branch, and moved his feet to the more base like part of the tree further up. If he hadn’t been so tall, he would have had to go up a few more branches. Yet even though Richie found milk absolutely disgusting, and his doctor used to tell him he wouldn’t be tall unless he drank some, his height had no effect. Unsurprisingly, Eddie’s window was open. Richie sometimes wondered if Eddie ever closed it, but he would never ask. That would probably send the smaller boy into a paranoid spiral, and he would never leave his window open ever again. And that would suck on Richie’s side. Clutching the frame of the window, Richie pulled himself into the room, softly landing on Eddie’s bed. He looked around for a second, wondering where the boy even was. Then his eyes landed on the attached bathroom door’s door, it being slightly ajar. Richie got up from the bed, his shoes making a little more noise than anticipated.

“Hey, Rich,” Eddie called out, stopping Richie in his tracks. He let out a sigh, questioning how Eddie knew him by just his footsteps. Then he grinned.

“Oh, Eddie Spaghetti, you know me so well you can even tell what my footsteps sound like!” He exclaimed as he started to walk once more over to the bathroom. Instead of cursing out over the nickname, Eddie let out a laugh that Richie found so beautiful his heart hurt. When he approached the door, Richie pushed it open, his eyes landing on one thing specifically at first.

There was a good amount of sparkly stuff all over the bathroom sink, glitter? Yeah, that was it. Confusion hit Richie, as he scrunched up his eyebrows, still staring at the sink.

“Why the hell is there glitter everywhere?” Richie asked.

Previously, Eddie had been facing the mirror, so Richie hadn’t gotten the best look at him. But at Richie’s question, Eddie turned around to face him, and the answer to what was asked apparent. Eddie was wearing a cropped, off-shoulder, lavender sweater. It exposed the freckles on his shoulders, ones he had gained over the summer. He had put the sweater under a pair of overalls, leaving one of the buckles undone, so the smallest part of his midriff was shown. The best part though, the part that truly made Richie feel like time had stopped, was the light pink glitter on Eddie’s face. It was simple, just in a pattern around his eyes.

But man, was it fucking cute, Richie thought.

And was Eddie’s hair curlier? It looked so nice, so nice that Richie could barely hold himself back from running his long fingers through it. But he managed to hold back.

“Does it look bad?” Eddie frowned, which made Richie realize he had been staring.

“No!” Richie’s burst out, then quickly gathered himself, “You look so pretty, Eddie.”

Noticing Richie’s use of his actual name, Eddie smiled, and believed the statement.

“Thank you, I know there’s a mess, by the way. I’ll clean it up when we get back later,” Eddie gave him a light shrug, and lightly put his hand on Richie’s side (which made Richie lose his breath for a second) to get by. As Eddie walked out of the bathroom, Richie turned to watch him. Then he instantly regretted doing so, well, partly. Because God, did Eddie’s ass look great in those overalls.

Richie was now sure that keeping the curly-haired brunette by his side all night was going to be no bother.

Eddie stood in front of his full body length mirror, to which Richie self-invited himself over to. They stood there for a second, in silence. Richie compared their outfits, nearly bursting into laughter at the differences. He wore a pair of black jeans, one of his favorite band shirts, and the windbreaker from earlier. He didn’t look anywhere as good as Eddie, that was for sure. He had had enough energy to put in his contacts though, feeling like that could always pull together a messy outfit. And once, Eddie had told him his eyes looked nice without his glasses, which was something Richie could never forget. Eddie must have been comparing their outfits as well, because then he spoke.

“You’re the only person I know who looks as good as you do without trying,” Eddie said with a kind smile, looking at Richie through the mirror. It was a sweet, and genuine compliment. One that made Richie feel happy without even thinking about it. So he did something else without thinking about it. He turned to face Eddie, and brought him in for a hug. It was random, and weird, but Richie felt so warm on the inside, he had to show some affection. And the fact that Eddie didn’t instantly complain and push away, but just let himself melt in the hug, made Richie’s heart beat faster.

“You’re such a sweetheart, you cutie!” Richie went to ruffle up Eddie’s hair, but that’s when he pulled away. Fortunately, Eddie just laughed as he did so.

“Don’t touch my hair! It took forever!” While the words sounded upset, the smile on Eddie’s face begged to differ. The atmosphere between them was calm, playful, and for a second Richie wished there wasn’t a party. He wished he could just stay here with Eddie, in his room, admiring how beautiful the boy he had liked for years looked.

But he knew they couldn’t do that, not without Richie confessing. And even if Richie could muster up the courage to do that, Beverly would kill them both for ditching the party.

“Ready to get rolling, my good pal?”

Eddie nodded, and started to walk out his room’s door. Realizing he was going to leave the house the normal way, Richie quickly went over to shut Eddie’s window, but not locking it. Just for safety measures. Then he turned back around and lightly jogged to catch up with Eddie, who was already going down the stairs. Eddie rambled as they got in the car, mostly talking about his mother and his day. A part of Richie listened, as he always did. But another part of him could not get over how amazing Eddie looked.

“You know, you might end up taking someone home tonight with how stunning you’re looking,” Richie cut Eddie off, not moving his eyes from the road. If he were to have looked over, he would’ve seen the pink tint that grew along Eddie’s cheeks, like a blossoming rose in the spring.

“Stop it, Richie,” Eddie protested, after failing to come up with something better to say. “You know parties make me anxious and-”

“Hey, if you’re gonna get some, I don’t wanna be some cock block!” Richie laughed, but even Eddie could tell how painful it sounded, how forced and tense. With that, Eddie lifted his hand and brought it over Richie’s thigh, placing it down gently.

“You’re not leaving my side, remember? And I… I’m not leaving yours,” His tone was soft, but the words hit hard. And combining that with the newly found heat Richie felt on his thigh underneath Eddie’s hand, Richie was sure he was going to crash this damn car.

Maybe Richie had always liked Eddie, from the moment they had met. But it took him a little while to realize he liked Eddie in the same way he had liked Susan James back in fourth grade, how he thought she was the smartest girl in the class, and how her blonde hair was so shiny. When he did come to the conclusion that he wanted something beyond just a friendship with Eddie, it just made sense. There was no initial sense of shock, or denial. The concept of having a crush on Eddie just felt natural. Sometimes Richie wondered why everyone didn’t have a crush on the teenager. His eyes were so captivating, and his smile lit up a whole room. The way he spit out witty comments, putting up a good fight with Richie when every other friend merely brushed him off. Eddie had always given Richie a good run for his money, he had always liked that. But it was a kinder moments too, that Richie adored. How sometimes Richie just felt like shit, and that nothing mattered. And he couldn’t really find anything to specifically blame it on, but that just made things worse? He had a good home life, he was a smart kid, and his friends were great. Yet at moments, it still felt like the whole was falling apart. But that never lasted long, because Eddie was continuously there to put Richie back together. To promise him everything was okay, and even if nothing felt right, Eddie was there. Richie ended up always telling himself that, that the word could end and all he needed was Eddie.

He attempted a few times to confess his feelings, just let everything out. But he knew Eddie would never see him the same way. Even though everyone else always told Richie that Eddie was obviously flirting back, looking at him when Richie didn’t see, but it was all too good to be true. So after a while, he just stopped trying. Even if his feelings were forever cast away to exist as just thoughts within Richie’s mind, as long as Eddie was happy, everything was fine. It hurt, but it was fine.

“Yeah, okay,” Richie finally replied, trying not to move his thigh. He was afraid that Eddie’s hand was like a sleeping dog, and that any movements would make it pull away. “So… does that basically mean that I’m the one taking you home tonight?” Richie smirked.

Eddie scoffed, “Well, literally, yes. But not in that way, you weirdo.”

“You know you love it.”

“Barely enough to not jump out of this car every time you open your mouth.”

They drove in silence for a while, Eddie eventually pulling his hand off of Richie’s leg. Even if the hand was gone, Richie could still feel the ghost upon his jeans, pressure slowly wavering and heat calming down. Richie looked off the road for a second, and glanced at Eddie. He was staring out the window, watching the trees go by. The party wasn’t much farther away, and they were going to arrive right about the time Richie had told Beverly that morning, around 7:30pm. The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky a beautiful orange and pink color. Suddenly, Eddie broke the quiet once more.

“Skies get pink when it’s going to be a cold night.”

Richie grinned, shaking his head, “You’re such a smartie, Eddie.”

“Oh gosh, like you’re not the one who’s been pulling A-pluses out his ass since he could read.”

Raising an eyebrow, Richie joked, “Out of my ass, huh? Kinky,”

“Nevermind, you’re a dumbass.”

“Maybe… but I’m the dumbass that got us to the party!” Eddie looked away from Richie, gazing out the window once again. This time he saw a big house on what looked like quite the empty street when it came to other residents. The number of cars differed though, the amount being incredibly immense. Instantly Eddie’s eyes widened, and he shrunk into his seat.

“Hey, it’s gonna be fun, okay?”

No reply. Richie sighed.

“Look, if you really want, we can turn this car right back around, and I’ll take you straight home. I’ll deal with Bev, you and I can listen to music in your room, and all that.”

Eddie’s face softened, a small gasp was let out from his lips. The lips that Richie noticed looked so soft and kissable in this light.

“You’d really do that for me?”

Richie chose his next words very carefully, “You know I’d do anything for you.”

It was true. All of their friends probably knew it, Richie sure knew it. He would lay down anything and put Eddie before any of his needs. He was so insanely whipped, and at this point wasn’t ashamed of letting anyone know. Richie heard the way Eddie’s breath hitched, caught in his throat. Richie didn’t know what to do, with Eddie looking at him in that way. He looked so innocent, so beautiful. His eyelashes long, cheeks flushed. It didn’t help when Eddie licked his lips, nearly giving Richie a stroke. And it definitely didn’t help when Eddie undeniably looked down at Richie’ lips.

“Anything?” Eddie’s whisper might have been hushed, but the words echoed loudly in Richie’s brain.

“Anything, without a doubt.”

There was just staring for a second, but it really felt like an hour.

“I want you to take me home, Rich.”

“Okay, that’s fine, I’ll let Bev know and we can-” Richie began speaking.

“But first, I want you to kiss me.”

Richie couldn’t register what he had heard at first, convincing himself he had misunderstood. But the way Eddie looked at him, waiting for his response, indicated he wasn’t mishearing anything. Meaning… Eddie had truly said that.

“Really?” Richie’s voice was raspy, he was barely able to choke the word out from his throat. Eddie gave him a slow nod, never looking away from Richie’s face. To both the boys, it felt as if there was nothing outside of the car. They were all there was in the world, only the two of them.

Then Richie remembered how he never ceased to be okay with that, if it was just the two of them.

As long as he had Eddie.

Richie moved his hand from where it had been shaking, holding the steering wheel. Unbuckling his seatbelt, he thought about how so much had led up to this moment for him, so much pining, so many daydreams. So much time he spent just imagining what this would be like, and here he was, about to kiss Eddie.

He placed his hand lightly on Eddie’s cheek, partially afraid if he wasn’t cautious, Eddie might fade away and he’d wake up from whatever dream he was in. Then, Richie slowly moved his thumb across Eddie’s bottom lip. It felt so tender, something straight from heaven. What really did it was the small exhale of air that Eddie let out at that moment, the way it tickled Richie’s thumb, reminding him of how close he was. That’s what finally did it.

Richie did a combination of leaning forward as well as pulling Eddie slightly in, both resulting in lips colliding. Everything he had ever wanted was in the palm of his hand, literally. Eddie, the one person he felt fully safe and happy with him, was kissing him. Eddie, the best friend he had been head over heels for many years, was finally kissing him. He swore he was too stunned to move, but he still caressed Eddie’s cheek with his fingers. And when Eddie pushed a little harder into the kiss, Richie did so too.

Much to his dismay, the kiss did end, Eddie had pulled away but with a smile, so it was okay.

“I’ve liked you for so long,” Eddie breathed out.

“So… so have I.”

Eddie just chuckled lightly, then brought himself back into Richie, kissing him like before. Until it wasn’t like before, and Eddie’s hands were moving messily in Richie’s hair, and Richie’s mouth as opening slightly to let Eddie’s enter. Things got a little faster, less composed. Desperate was the best word, as they fumbled to keep kissing each other and never let the moment end. But when Richie lightly bit Eddie’s bottom lip and Eddie let out a soft moan, Richie knew they had to stop. He pulled away, then quickly put his seatbelt back on.

“Wait, what-” Eddie furrowed his eyebrows, concerned he had done something wrong.

“We gotta get home, we have to get to your room, and do this in a bigger place,” Richie rambled, hopelessly wanting more. But he knew they shouldn’t do anything more in his car, Eddie deserved better, they both did. And maybe the other boy realized this because he then let a smile surface on his face and nodded at Richie.

“Oh, but Richie?”

Richie turned to look at Eddie, “Yeah?”

“You’ve got glitter all over your face.”

Looking in the car mirror, Richie discovered that Eddie was right. Because of how all over each other they had just been, Eddie’s face makeup had transferred over to Richie, but in a way less pretty way. It looked like Richie had just gotten a makeover by a five-year-old and their arts and crafts set. But he was so transfixed by the bliss of events, Richie could just laugh.

“Guess I do, don’t I?”

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15. “Yeah, well, if you weren’t so drunk, maybe I would” (Steve/Tony)

“My God, are you ever going to kiss me? We’ve been dancing for months, Steve; put me out of my misery already.”

“Maybe if you weren’t so drunk, I would.”

“Well, that’s perfect,” Tony murmured into Steve’s neck, pressing closer into Steve’s embrace and relishing in the feel of Steve’s hands around his waist. “You can kiss me now.”

“What did I just say, Tony?” Steve sighed. Steve should never sigh around him, Tony thought absentmindedly as he took a deep breath of Steve’s heavy cologne and exhaled thankfully, he should always be happy. “Not whilst you’re drunk.”

“I’m not,” Tony said, his brow creasing. When he heard Steve give a slight scoff, Tony pushed himself up to stand straight. “Hey, seriously, Steve. You know I’m not drunk.”

“What?”

Tony squinted and leant a little closer, Steve leaning back to counteract the movement. There was a definite air of confusion about Steve and it was clear in his eyes that he was having trouble believing Tony.

“I’m teetotal,” Tony said flatly. “Did you – how did you not know this?”

“What?”

“I don’t drink.”

Steve blinked. It was clear that he wasn’t quite sure what to say, except “ever?”

Tony rolled his eyes. “Yes, ever. Come on, Steve. You’ve worked at the company for years. Did you never think it was strange that I hardly ever come out for works drinks when you pick a bar, or on the times that I did I only ever drank a soda?”

“Huh,” Steve muttered. His hands were still on Tony’s hips, muscles flexing as he thought. “I guess I just assumed that there was something in the soda, you know, or that you had a meeting the next day. You’re a very busy man.”

Tony smiled bitterly. “That I am, darlin’. But no, I don’t drink. I haven’t touched a drop since Rhodey had to pick me off the floor in the second year of my first degree. I was a total mess back then, trust me. Out nearly every night and then stumbling back to the dorm at all hours of the morning in various states. Most of them dreadful. How I even passed my classes, I’ll never know. It was awful, Steve, really.”

Tony swallowed and dropped his gaze to where his fingers were rubbing over the lapels of Steve’s jacket. It really was a lovely material – Tony was going to have to find out where Steve had bought it. It provided a wonderful distraction as well; Tony didn’t often like to talk about his wilder younger days, but some people were worth remembering it for.

“You’d have hated me so much. Most people did, and I was definitely not the sort of person that an upstanding member of society such as yourself would have gone for.” Tony quirked a cheeky smile and was pleased to see that Steve returned it for a moment before he looked back down at his fingers.

“I was just so young and being released into college was my first real taste of freedom. I’d never known anything like it. I went crazy with the independence quite often, too often, but that time I really pushed it too far. Rhodey just completely freaked out.” He took a deep breath and lifted his gaze to Steve’s. The way that Steve’s mouth was hanging open, his lips parted wide enough to catch flies as he stared at Tony in horror, would have been funny if it wasn’t so heart-warming. It meant that Steve really didn’t know.

“It was at a frat party. God, I can still remember it even this many years later. I hadn’t come home by the time Rhodes had gotten up to go to his first class and he, well he said that he ‘had a feeling’ that something had happened to me. Turned up at the house and, yeah, he was right. I was… well. It wasn’t a good sight, trust me. Rhodes took one look at me before screaming at everyone there. The stories are still going round campus, even now. Rumours of the crazy guy who broke into the Cappa House and broke a window, a TV, everything including the President’s nose. I’m still not quite sure how much of that was actually true, but it’s safe to say I wasn’t invited to another party on campus.”

“What happened?” Steve’s voice was soft and he took a tiny step forward, almost subconsciously. Tony felt his shoulders relax a little and he swayed into the touch.

“Rhodey took me to the emergency room. Don’t know how long I was in for – Rhodes hates to talk about it, so don’t ever ask him. I always play him up for overreacting, but granted, I did nearly die so I guess he did the right thing. It happened three more times after that before he got through to me. I was just such a stupid kid and yet he stood by me for so many years. I owe him my life. When I finally realised what an idiot I was being, I ran straight to him and begged him to help me. Begged him to drive me to rehab and lock me away until I could stop the binging and the drinking until I was sick.”

“And he did?”

“Yeah,” Tony said quietly. “He did. The best facility in the state and he didn’t even go to my parents to pay for it. Dad found out somehow and sent the money, – with the condition that it was never spoken of in public, mind you, – but Rhodey and Mama Rhodes were prepared to fund it out of their own pockets. From the day I went in, I promised him I’d never drink again from then on.”

“And you…”

“Never did again. Well, never did from about a year later, at least, when I finished the programme. Sixteen years and counting,” Tony said proudly. It was the one thing in his life that he felt okay for puffing up his chest about. His company had been through and achieved a lot, but that stint in rehab was one thing that he had done all on his own and he carried his chips with pride. “I don’t miss it, either.”

“So what happened tonight?”

“I’m just tired,” Tony said with a soft smile, twisting his fingers into that truly gorgeous material stretched over Steve’s chest. “When I get overly-exhausted, my body acts like it’s drunk. Always has, ever since I was a kid. Jarvis, our housekeeper and the man who basically raised me, used to think it was so funny to have this little six year old tottering around like a drunken man, stumbling and slurring. As soon as my head hits the pillow, I’m out like a light.” He paused and sniffed his collar. “And Carol dropped nearly a full beer down my back in the bar, which didn’t exactly help. That’s no doubt what you can smell. Clint isn’t exactly steady after a couple, either. Scary that he’s my head of security, isn’t it?”

“I’m sorry, Tony,” Steve started contritely, looking like he wanted to sink right through the floor. “Oh, God. I had no idea. Tony, I am so sorry, so–”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not.” Steve finally pulled his hands away from Tony’s waist and stared at him imploringly. “You’re clearly very proud of your sobriety – as you should be – and for me to accuse you, well.” He shook his head and swallowed. “It was out of line.”

“You didn’t accuse me,” Tony said. And it was true. Tony had had a lot of people try and drag him down over the years or throw his sobriety in his face. He’d had people try and get him to drink by spiking his sodas and he’d had people try and blacken his name by insisting they’d seen him with a glass of whiskey in his hand, or smelt beer on his breath. Steve wasn’t like that; Steve could never be like that. “You didn’t know. I’m not sure how, but you didn’t.”

“I should have known. It’s no excuse. We’ve known each other for a long time, we’re…” Steve trailed off and hesitated for a moment before a light blush crawled up his cheeks. Tony couldn’t help but be charmed by how seriously Steve was taking it all; at how angry he seemed at himself about the whole misunderstanding.

There was another long moment where Steve’s anguish was written all over his face before he took a deep breath and reached out to take Tony’s hand in his. “You were right. We are friends. We’re… well. You should know these things about the people you love.”

It was Tony’s turn to be the one with his mouth hanging open and he gaped for a moment. There was a long silence until he shook himself back to the present and squeezed his fingers around Steve’s, his mouth curving up. “Well, then. Now you know. And now you should kiss me.”

Tony leant forward but Steve jerked his head back at the last second.

Tony’s face fell. “Oh. I’m sorry. I thought – I guess I misread the signs. It’s just that, you said… God, I’m sorry. Please forgive me, Steve.”

With some effort, Tony rolled his shoulders back and stepped away from Steve. It was back to being cordial and Tony swallowed as he brought out his business persona. “I’ll talk to Pepper in the morning. I do hope that you can overlook this and continue with our company, but I totally understand if–”

“What? No, Tony. Stop… please.”

Tony’s expression fell even more, totally crushed by the sudden turn of events. He’d screwed this up remarkably well and now he was going to find another brilliant, qualified, talented Head of Marketing and Pepper was going to kill him. Not to mention the whole loosing-Steve-thing. Damn. “Of course. I’m so sorry. Pepper will draw up the papers tomorrow and you’ll be offered the most comphren-”

“No, you fool,” Steve cut in and reached out to take Tony’s hand again and yank him closer, sliding his arms around Tony’s waist. “I want to kiss you. I want to do everything with you, you brilliant, brilliant man.”

“But?”

“But I’ve been drinking tonight,” Steve said, regret colouring his tone. His hands linked together at the base of Tony’s spine as Tony slid his hands up Steve’s chest. “Sixteen years sober, Tony; that is amazing and you’re not going to throw that away for one kiss.”

Tony smiled and jumped up onto his tiptoes to press a kiss to Steve’s cheek, trying to stamp down on the swooping in his stomach. “Well, then. You’d better come and find me tomorrow morning, hadn’t you?”

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Mercs with a girlfriend whos autistic and has body stims, and is insecure about it? Specifically rocking and chewing? Maybe include them catching her rocking while she was alone or seeing maybe one two many chewed up bottle caps or plastics in the trash? As you can tell im self indulgent and I like comfort

Ayy there ain’t nothing wrong with being self indulgent, self indulgence is why I created this blog. And hey, who doesn’t like comfort? Being comforted is like the 2nd best feeling in the world.

Scout- He doesn’t know why he looked. Something in his gut told him...but that doesn’t make any sense to him. Why would a gut feeling tell you to look in a trash bin and pick up a green bottle cap. It looked chewed to all hell. Teeth marks littered the small piece of plastic. Another one was pulled out at random. A yellow cap with the same marks. Rooting the trash revealed more and more chewed up caps. He wasn’t confused or upset. He was more...curious than anything. He decided that the best way to sate this curiosity was to talk to her directly. He tells her that he found the bottle caps and he of course panics when she looks just as panicked as him.

“No no i-it’s okay! I chew on my pencils sometimes! And-And I chew on my fingernails! Look look, see? You don’t have to feel b-bad...”

The bandages are peeled off his hands to reveal red nail bitten fingers. He tries to joke that at least chewing on caps doesn’t lead to an infection...he hopes anyway. He doesn’t want you to feel ashamed about the way she is. If he mocked her for chewing on plastic, he might as well wear a sign that says “BIG FREAKING HYPOCRITE”. He always makes sure to remind her she has nothing to hide from him.

Soldier- He’s caught her a couple of times. He’s seen her rocking in their bedroom and sometimes the rec room. She always seemed to do it alone though. Soldier was never known for his wits or intelligence. No, this man is famous in the team for jumping to conclusions. Once he saw you rock again, he thought back to his time with Merasmus. The wizard sometimes rocked in a similar manner...was his girlfriend a wizard too? Was this some sort of summoning ritual? But what would she be summoning? Aha! A warm blooded American like her (he thinks this even if she’s not American) must be summoning the spirit of George Washington! The next time he catches sight of her rocking, he busts right in and take a seat next to her. Not noticing the panicked look on your face, he copies your rocking movement. She asks him what he’s doing. He, of course, tells her that he’s helping her summon the ghost of George Washington. She then has to explain to him what stimming is.

“Oh. This is...stimming. Can we still try to summon George Washington?”

She tells him that they can try and he is beyond excited to see George again. Her rocking doesn’t bother him, it never bothered him to begin with. To him, it’s just something she does. Nothing to feel bad about. Though he promises to beat the crap out of this “Insecurity” she keeps talking about. She has nothing to worry about when around her Soldier (though she still worries he somehow summoned Washington without her knowing).

Pyro- At first, they didn’t think much of it. So she liked to chew on bottle caps, that wasn’t a big deal at all. They remember all sorts of weird things they used to chew on as a kid. Rubber, hair, plastic, nails, etc. You name it, they chewed on it. They’re about to move past it when they realize something else. All that chewing eventually lead them to chewing on more meaty parts of their body, like their arms and hands. What if...what if she was doing that too? The thought of their girlfriend harming herself brought tears to their eyes. His girlfriend was in for quite a shock when Pyro burst through their door, sobbing loudly behind their mask. They gesture for her to hold her arms out and she obliges. They check her arms and let out an audible sigh of relief when her arms looked to be bite free. His girlfriend asks him what all this was about. Pyro pulled out one of her chewed up caps, though they quickly put it away when they saw the look of shame and embarrassment. They explained (or mumbled rather) that they used to do the same thing, so they understand why she would feel embarrassed and insecure. Pyro reassures her as long as she’s not hurting herself, she’s perfectly fine. They even collect clean bottle caps and give it to her as a little gift.

Demo- He sees her doing it. It’s stimming, right? He sure hope it is, he remembers some of the kids from his orphanage were autistic too. He was even friends with a few of them. They used to do the same thing, rocking and such. He used to laugh about it, it was a little funny to watch honestly, but he quickly realized his mistake when they made an even bigger effort to hide from him. He admits he could be a shitty little kid sometimes. So it’s not surprising that he feels like that guilty little kid again. Why does she feel insecure about it? Did somebody say something? He just sighs and takes a sip of scrumpy. He can’t have his fav lass feeling so down around him or anyone. So he walks into the room, right when she was in the middle of rocking, and takes a seat next to her. He sighs and slowly grabs her hand, squeezing gently

“Aye lass...ya know I love ya, right? Nothing ya do is ever gonna change that.”

He’s not going to make her stop. It helps her with her emotions, right? So why make her stop doing something that’s beneficial to her? Plus, just like when he was a kid, it’s going to make him chuckle sometimes. He’s obviously not going to say it aloud but it’s funny to watch. But also calming in a way. Just watching you rock puts him in a state of tranquility.

Heavy- He keeps finding soda caps in the trash. They always appear to be chewed on? He’s confused to say the least. Is somebody so hungry that they resort to eating plastic? Why though...there’s plenty of food on the base. He considers leaving out sandviches for this mysterious chewing person. He’ll do that later. Maybe his girlfriend might know something. He presents her with a few chewed up caps and asks her if she knows something. The look on her face simultaneously breaks his heart and strikes fear in it. Oh no he made a mistake, here here, just take $7000, go shopping, please don’t be sad. He’s gonna go to Medic and ask him about it. He’s gonna feel like a big insensitive idiot when the doctor explains to him that she’s simply stimming. Oh, that makes sense. He’s gonna bashfully approach her and apologize for making her feel a certain way.

“Am sorry for embarrassing you. Heavy did not understand. This...stimming...is fine. You are fine.”

He wish he could say more but his English is still in need of work. He just wants you to be comfortable and happy. If that means chewing on bottle caps, go right ahead. Heavy does not judge. He may even give her some bottle caps if she wants some. Anything for his beloved.

Engineer- Dad mode activated. Is she okay? Is something wrong? Seeing her rocking alone is immediately gonna worry him. He has a vague idea of stimming and autism since a few of his classmates and cousins were autistic. Though he only really saw them do it when they were overwhelmed and that worried him. She’s overwhelmed, isn’t she? Well that won’t do at all. Cue the montage. This man is gonna do everything in his power to make you comfortable. Dim the lights, quietly berate the team for making too much noise, make the team dinners into something you like all the time. Engie is nice and all but everyone (gf) can see something is bothering him. His gf is probably gonna have to confront him. He’s gonna look embarrassed and try to make it seem like something isn’t wrong. But, being the honest good boi he is, he’s gonna crack and admit the truth.

“I see you rocking sometimes. I know you’re different and all but are you okay? I just want you to feel at home in the base here, honey bee.

That’s when she’s gonna have to explain to him how stimming works. Yes, she does it do because she’s overwhelmed, but she also does it when she’s feeling a strong emotion. It’s calming for her. Engie is gonna be both relieved and happy when he hears that it’s a calming mechanism for her. But he’s gonna be worried again when she admits that she’s insecure about it. Insecure? Why should she feel bad about something that makes her feel better? Either way, he doesn’t want his love to feel bad anyway. So she’s gonna have to deal with his constant reminders that he loves her and his constant feats to make her comfortable in the presences of the public and himself.

Medic- Oh, she’s stimming. He isn’t surprised considering she’s autistic. He already kinda knew she was autistic after the first few days of knowing her. He is a doctor, after all. A crazed one but not a dumb one. So he’s okay with her chewing. But he’s really not okay with her chewing on bottle caps of all things! Gott, doesn’t she know how dirty these cheap factory made caps are?! Think of all the germs!! Their wearing down her precious teeth!!! Ahem, as a semi professional doctor, he doesn’t scream these complaints at her. Rather, he tells her out of nowhere while he’s working that he knows about her cap chewing.

“Those caps of yours carry so many germs, mäuschen, you don’t vant a dirty mouth, do you? Not to mention that they wear down you’re lovely teeth.”

He says it so calmly and offhandedly that it’s easy to assume that he doesn’t care that much or he’s insulting you. Quite the contrary, he cares very much about matters that concern your health. He doesn’t mean to sound mean. Plus, he does show he cares when he gets you a couple of chewy toys or items, ones that won’t wear down your teeth. Wait you’re insecure about your stimming? Now you’re just being irrational. It’s completely natural for someone like her. How can he shame you for stimming, he would have to admit he has failed as a doctor and boyfriend if he did such a thing. He encourages you to stim with the items he bought you.

Sniper- Growing up in the middle of nowhere with two parents and spending most of his life in near isolation, he’s not gonna know much about autism. Least of all what stimming is. So he’s not gonna judge her for her behavior or mannerisms. That’s just how some people are, can’t really do much when it comes to how people’s minds work. He’s caught her rocking sometimes. Though he only sees her doing when she thought he was asleep or in the other room. Ah, he figures that it’s something she likes to do in her private time. Perfectly understandable. So he just pretends he doesn’t see anything and just moves on with life. Though there comes the day when he accidentally walks in on her rocking. They both freeze and just stare at each other. The look on her face reminds her of his own face when’s been caught pissing in jars or baby talking a cute stray. Shame and embarrassment. He closes the door and just isolates himself. He embarrassed her. He loathes embarrassment and he just hates himself for just making her feel that way. After returning from his self banishment, he’s gonna immediately apologize.

“Mmm sorry...didn’t mean to barge in on your personal space, roo. Wasn’t thinking straight...”

Whether or not she tell him what stimming is, he’s gonna respect her privacy. He’ll leave the room if she starts stimming or stay out if she is stimming. It’ll always be “her” private activity so he’s not gonna invade her privacy. He’ll gladly stay if she says it’s okay for him to stay with her. He knows that she’s insecure about it and he understands completely, he’s one of the most insecure people on the team. To combat her insecurity, he’ll chase everyone out of the room if she needs to stim or remind her that you just do you.

Spy- He’s not gonna actively root through some trash Scout but he does notice some chewed up caps. He’ll raise an eyebrow. Well, sees like someone on the team has a bit of a chewing problem. He’s willing to bet that it’s either Scout or Pyro. Being the nosy bitch he is, he’s gonna pay extra close attention to his team. His girlfriend isn’t safe from his snooping either. He quickly learns it’s her when he’s cloaked and he catches her chewing on some bottle caps in the (supposed) privacy of her room. He watches her for a bit before slinking out the room. He doesn’t tell. Of course he doesn’t. But he does want to talk to her. He’s just not sure what to say. He’s not bothered by her chewing, it’s just another special little quirk of hers. He’s mostly worried that confronting her about it will lead to her getting emotional and he’s just not ready to handle that. But he sometimes say things that hints that he knows about her stimming.“Mon amour, do you want me to buy you something from the grocery store? Some water bottles, perhaps? Or some sweets, maybe?”She shouldn’t be too surprised when she sees that some brand new chewy items have been left in her room. If she doesn’t use the items as left, then she’s gonna find a stack of bottle caps. The caps look and smell cleaned? It’s obvious who's leaving these gifts around. To help with her insecurity, she’s gonna be receiving a lot more soft kisses that seem to last longer than usual. Still insecure? He must buy more of what she wants and needs.

Miss Pauling- She’s rarely home long enough to catch her stimming. She usually comes in, gives her a quick kiss, drinks some coffee, and is out to work again. So her girlfriend can stim all she wants in the safety and privacy of her home. Pauling is well aware of stimming so she already knows her girlfriend stims. But she does find it a little odd that she never sees her stimming in front of her. But she doesn’t dwell on that thought too long since she needs to focus on the work at hand. She only catches her gf in the act when she finally gets her yearly day off. She stumbles into the house in the dead of night, ready to crash and enjoy the day sleeping and cuddling her girl. She walks into the room and sees her rocking. At any other time, she would sit and talk with her. But now? She was already half asleep and didn’t fully comprehend the gravity of the situation or how embarrassed her girlfriend looked. She just sleepily mumbled.“Sorry babe, did I interrupt...I’m so tired. Come lay with me please...I wanna lay in those soft arms forever...”She’s gonna hit the bed and pass right out, whether or not she was in her girlfriend’s arms. She only realizes everything in the morning. She’s kinda embarrassed about how she acted. But at least she got to see you stim! But she looked embarrassed...was that why she did it alone. Then she feels shitty for interrupting. She doesn’t feel the need to talk with her about it. She just lays with her on the couch all day and watches whatever she likes. She’s a lot more affectionate with her that, but only if her girlfriend is okay with it. When she’s busy at work, she’ll make sure to leave little cheesy love notes everywhere. And her short breaks are spent in her girlfriend’s arms. She loves her for who she is.

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nautiscarader · 5 years

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Wendip Week day 6 - Wendy, you are the coolest person I know

(Ao3)

"Wendy, you’re the coolest person I know. You were brave, courageous, smart and funny, and as a result, it shouldn't surprise anyone that I have fallen in love with you. But the thing is, I have never stopped loving you. I in those three years I have met many amazing people, but no one comes even close to you.”

Dipper Pines read the message on the screen of his computer, desperately clutching his desk. He looked down, where he saw the familiar, green progress bar move dangerously closely from one side of the screen to the other. in his last act of desperation, he fell to his knees and begged.

- Please...

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- No, no, no!

Dipper grumbled under his breath, and just to be certain, pressed the Enter key again, which unfortunately never unpressed itself.

- Come on!

In hope, he kept smashing the key that only exhibited a fraction of the mixture of flexibility and sturdiness Dipper Pines was used to. It felt alien now, as if belonging to a completely different machine, and it was that feeling that made Dipper's morning so bad.

But Dipper was not one to give up easily. A moment later, the black keyboard was put on the desk upside-down, and with a set of screwdrivers, Dipper Pines proceeded to operate on his most important patient. Years of usage has worn the most important key, but Dipper still had some hope he'll be able to repair it. The prospect of having to substitute his beloved input device was too grim to even contemplate.

He cleaned the contacts. He isolated the mechanism and repositioned it.

All for nothing.

- Oh, dang it.

He muttered and slowly came to the conclusion that his favourite keyboard broke down, and as the manufacturer ceased to exists five years ago, there was little he could do.

- Uh, Dipper?

Mabel's voice brought Dipper from his state of mind. His sister walked into his room, finding him amongst his keyboard in pieces, all carefully disassembled.

- Eh, something wrong? - Yeah - he sighed - Can't fix it. I'm afraid it's gone. - Well... - Mabel started with a sing-song voice - I think I know someone who can help you.

A familiar figured appeared in the doorway (at least as much as he could fit), and Dipper's face brightened at once.

- Soos! I thought you were going to come next week! - Nah, dude. How could I not visit my favourite Pines twins while we wait in line for the biggest Comic Convention ever?

The husky man leapt towards Dipper and easily picked him up in a tight hug.

- Seriously, though, we are forever grateful to your parents - Melody spoke appearing behind her boyfriend - The prices for hotels are astronomical! - Hey, least we can do for you, guys. - Mabel ran into Melody's arms. - Oh, wow, what's cooking here, dude?

Soos immediately spotted Dipper's desk filled with mechanical parts, and let Dipper explain his problem. After a solid minute of chin scratching and careful examination of the parts, Soos gave his verdict.

- It's a very old mechanical switch, Banana FX. - I know, they're not making them any more... - Dipper sighed. - Yeah, but maybe we'll be able to find some replacements!

A smile appeared back on Dipper's face, and the two did not waste any more time. A few minutes later, Soos and Dipper rushed downstairs and slammed the door behind them.

- Boys and their toys, am I right? - Melody sighed, as Dipper and Soos disappeared from sight. - Tell me about it. - Mabel rolled her eyes, treating Melody to a cup of tea. - Now, where was I? Oh yeah, most people think that all grappling hook guns are the same, but according to "Superheroine Monthly", the type of alloy really does make a difference...

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- This... isn't what I was thinking about.

Dipper expected Soos to take him to any of computer shops in the vicinity, or at least some sort of mechanics' shop. The two men stood in front of an alley, that even in on a bright, sunny, Californian day looked dark and gloom, as if something was absorbing the surrounding light.

- Don't worry, dude, I got this.

Soos made the first step into the unknown territory, and prompted Dipper to follow him. The deep and foreboding sense of dread filled Dipper to the marrow in his bones, but he clutched the carcass of his keyboard to his chest and ventured forward.

- 'Sup, dude. - Soos spoke suddenly, and it took Dipper a moment to spot what, or rather whom Soos was talking to.

A pair of yellow eyes opened wide at the sight of customers, followed by equally yellow teeth filling the mouth. The old-looking man stood up and pushed aside what Dipper thought to be just a piece of protective cloth, revealing a whole workshop with myriad of parts on trays and bags on display, all crammed, somehow in the small niche.

- Yeah, we have this keyboard to repair here and we need a...

Soos took a quick look around, closed the distance to the mysterious man and whispered.

- ...a Banana FX.

Dipper could swear the yellow eyes of the man glistened and turned golden for a moment. He dived his long, thin hand into the chasm made of parts, and a moment later, emerged with a small, equally yellow mechanical switch and handed it to Dipper.

- Sweet! - he spoke, forgetting temporarily the odd circumstances in which he acquired the item, but he quickly sobered up - Er, how much for it?

A wide grin appeared on the man's face.

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- Okay, this shouldn't be that cheap. - Dipper spoke to Soos as they walked back home. - I mean, five bucks? I was expecting to blow ten times more...

Still, Dipper was more than glad that the seemingly small, but significant problem in his life has been fixed.

- And, Soos, how did you know he's gonna be there? - Oh, we, the repairman, we have our ways... - Soos spoke ominously - Our community is well-connected, and we are trained in finding hidden symbols and signs on the streets... Also, he had a website.

Soos showed Dipper his phone with "Crazy Steve's workshop", instructing people to "go into the fifth dark alleyway from the boulevard, and walk precisely until you feel that someone is watching you".

The very same afternoon, Dipper was more than pleased when his Enter key made the familiar clicking sound, and showed no sings of damage.

- Soos, you wanna play some games?

Dipper reached out to the guests of his house, having a very odd and quiet tea with his parents.

- Sure!

Soos replied and walked to his room, visibly pleased he can leave the awkward meeting.

Two hours later, Dipper cheered once again when his digital avatar defeated Soos for the tenth time in a row.

- Man, you got better over the summer. - Soos spoke, closing his laptop. - I barely got around to play. - Dipper spoke - I honestly thing it's the keyboard thing.

Dipper brushed the keyboard with his hand, as if thinking he'd be able to feel something underneath his fingertips.

- Yeah...

=========== Dipper's winning streak continued throughout the week, and he found himself defeating even the most skilled on-line opponents. Another revelation came to Dipper about a week later, once Soos and Melody left after their visit to the convention, when Dipper opened a long-abandoned programming project, and suddenly found a solution he wasn't able to spot for weeks. Line by line, the code filled the screen, and even though Dipper hasn't his the "compile" button for an hour, he somehow knew he hasn't made a single error.

Satisfied with the work he was finally completing, he reached for a can of Pitt soda and marvelled at the nearly finish deciphering tool he was making with Ford, enjoying the oddly satisfying clicking sound.

It took Dipper a solid minute to realise what was wrong with it.

The code was still being typed.

He dropped the can, and nearly shrieked when he saw the keys on his keyboard press themselves with tremendous speed, finishing each line way faster than he'd be able to, as if a ghost was sitting in his place.

- Wh-Wha-What's going on?

//Hello, Dipper.

The keyboard suddenly stopped, and a single new line appeared in the text file.

- Who...who are you? - Dipper asked, unsure if he should speak to his microphone, or type the words.

It seemed, however, the keyboard was fine with speech.

//I am your keyboard, or rather a switch in one of its keys. It's been sooo long since I've been put in one. Years!

- What do you want? Why are you doing this? - Dipper spoke in hushed voice, understanding how bizarre the him talking to a keyboard would look like to an onlooker.

// I want to help you. That's what I was designed for. it looks like you had a problem with your code, so I helped you.

Dipper scratched his chin for a moment.

- Er, listen. - he started - I don't have anything against you, but... me and my sister don't exactly have the best records trusting something that has been possessed... So...

//If you feel uneasy working with me, feel free to turn the machine off. After you saved all of your work, obviously.

The keyboard replied, rendering Dipper speechless for another moment. He'd stay in this state longer, if not for a single sound that announced a new mail in his messaging application. The photo of Wendy appeared in the corner of the screen, and it made Dipper's heart skip a beat. Temporarily forgetting the fact that he was talking to a living, thinking keyboard, he rushed to read and reply to her message.

"how's it going, Dip? Still doing nerdy stuff, like soos told me?"

Dipper was about to type the answer, but then the keys began pressing themselves again, and he remembered he wasn't the only intelligence in the room.

"Allow me to construct a suitable reply".

The message now appeared in a cartoony font of the messenger, instead of machine-like one in his text editor, but it wasn't any less eerie to see it appear out of nowhere.

- No! - Dipper quickly replied - That... that is someone important, I can't... I can't leave it to you.

"Of course she is" - the keyboard removed previous line and typed a new one - "Based on your previous conversations, it appears your are in love with her, and she shows some interest in you."

- What? - Dipper asked audibly - No, no way. Also, wait, did you read my messages to her?!

"Merely scanned them for keywords and sentences structures" - the keyboard continued - "Compared to the average teenager, she uses 25% more emojis in conversations with you, and makes fewer spelling mistakes. She also describes the activities you share with phrases containing the word <<love>> 36% more often than usual."

- O...okay. - Dipper spoke. - Still, I gotta reply myself, okay?

The keyboard removed the text it wrote.

"yeah, I guess. You know me" - Dipper typed - "So, how are you?"

But before he pressed enter, he pondered for a while.

- Hey, keyboard? You think this is a good reply?

"It can be made better"

And a moment later, a different one has been crafted.

"Yeah, I guess, I am doing my best to help others, you know me. And how is the summer going? What about your college applications? Are you still up for our streams tomorrow? I can't wait to see you again."

Dipper's eyes widened.

- Holy smokes, I nearly forgot about that. Good you reminded me.

The keyboard added a winking emoji at the end of the sentence. Dipper hesitated for a moment, and pressed the Enter key, sending the message. He didn't have to wait long for a reply.

"aww, you're sweet, Dipper".

But it was the heart emoji at the end of the sentence that made Dipper speechless. He looked at the keyboard, looked around as if to spot anyone that could judge him, and asked.

- Do you think you could... help me?

The keyboard already began writing a reply.

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For the next hour or so, Dipper chatted with Wendy, each reply of his enhanced by the keyboard. It turned out that ditching the upper-cases Dipper was so used to has resulted in even more emojis and reaction GIFs from Wendy. Every few minutes, the keyboard gave him statistics, and it looked like Wendy was typing faster and faster as well, enjoying their time more and more.

And with each phrase, calling Dipper "lovely", "funny" or "sweet", his heart grew and grew in size, and the sudden boost of his writing skill gave him nothing but confidence. But the idyllic feeling had to end soon, when he heard Mabel's voice from downstairs, calling him for supper. He looked at the keyboard and whispered.

- Okay, stop now. I don't want to mess anything up.

He replied with a short "see you later, gotta go for supper", and walked out of the room.

It took only a split of a second for the keyboard to erase the unsent message and compose on of its own.

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Dipper was in the middle of the supper, when he heard it. It was barely audible at first, as he was so used to the sound by now, but the clicking sound nearly made him drop the fork to the floor. Cold sweat appeared on his forehead and spread down his spine. Without wasting a second, Dipper ran upstairs, and unsurprisingly, heard the familiar sounds coming from his room. He looked at the screen, filled with longer and longer messages, and when he read the last one, his heart stopped.

His eyes scanned the previous ones. "He" talked about the days he spent thinking about her, and the movie and song collection he was building up for her, openly admitting he was in love with her.

- No, no, no, no! Stop it! - he shouted at the keyboard. - Please...

"Why?" - the keyboard asked - "Don't you love her? Isn't this a part of courting rituals your species do before becoming a pair?"

- Yes, I love her, but... I don't want to tell her through instant messaging!

"65% of teenagers confess love that way nowadays."

- Well, maybe I'm not one of those.

"I'm sorry, Dipper. Based on my predictions, probability of you succeeding in this conversation is less than 10%."

And with that, the keyboard pressed the "send " button, and the green progress bar filled the screen in record-fast time. Dipper fell to his knees, staring at the floor, but he looked up when he heard a sound of the reply.

With some hesitation, he looked up, already feeling the familiar sense of dread and guilt swooping over him. His heart was already broken and his friendship with Wendy was severed once, he didn't want to live through it again.

But when he heard more replies coming, he looked up, and as his eyes scanned the messages, he realised they were not as gloomy as he thought they would be. His eyes widened, when he noticed more and more instances of the four-letter word he least expected to see from her, and he slowly rose from his knees.

- She... loves me?

Dipper jumped in place when his phone rang, dragging him from his half-terrified, half-ecstatic state. Somehow, he knew who was calling him, he wouldn't like either to leave it to just words on screen.

- Wendy! - he spoke - I'm so glad you called, I lo- - Dipper! You gotta help me!

Wendy's distressed, almost crying voice sobered Dipper up, as he realised something was wrong.

- Wha-What happened? - My laptop's gone haywire! - she screamed - I came back from the shop, and-and it was typing on its own! And it was talking to you!

The same flood of cold sweat returned, covering Dipper's back. He looked at the chat window, and sure enough, "Wendy" was still talking to "him", telling him she loved him.

- Wendy... did you let Soos repair your laptop? - Y-yeah, how do you know?! - Okay, Wendy, something has possessed your computer. - Dipper explained - Not a virus, or malware, but... something alive.

"We just wanted to help you" - "Dipper" typed. "You humans are so slow with interactions. Bacteria multiply hundred times faster, and every second millions of processors are made by other machines." - "Wendy" added. "We can't just sit and watch." "We will spread, and soon humanity will don't have to worry about that at all."

- Wendy... - Dipper whispered to his phone - I know you've been saving up on this laptop, but... Look to your left.

Wendy Corduroy wasn't sure what Dipper was talking about, but when she followed his advice, she understood his plan immediately.

- Ready? - Ready.

In two different places, two cans of Pitt Soda were raised into the air and tipped, spilling its sugary contents between the keys of the keyboards, one external, one built. It took the living mechanisms a while to realise their delicate components are being flooded with sucrose, short-circuiting their fragile minds, and att he same time, two screens faded to black, silencing their mute voices.

- Is... is it over? - Yeah. - Dipper spoke, looking at his favourite keyboard, now properly ruined - I think it is.

================

- You know, if you think about it, it could have been cool! - Wendy's face on the screen brightened, as she reminded herself of the events of the past week. - I bet those thinking things could have helped with me with my homework. - Well, they have helped me. - Dipper replied - I've been writing this program, and it kinda wrote itself. Shame it got lost when I nearly blew the PC... - Come on, dude, you're smart, you'll be able to recover it.

A familiar, warm feeling spread over Dipper when Wendy complimented him, though at the same time, it brought back the uneasiness he though he had left behind a long time ago.

- Er, speaking of recovery...

Dipper blushed and shied away for moment.

- You-you haven't *read* any of the stuff those keyboards were typing between each other, right? - Er, no. - Wendy replied in equally abashed manner - Cos it was... It was junk anyway, wasn't it? Like if you let auto-correct write for you. - Yeah! - Dipper quickly reassured her - Predictive text, you know, based on what you already typed... and how often you type it... - Didn't people do that with old scripts of some shows? - Oh yeah, turns out they were exactly as repetitive as people remember them.

Dipper chuckled, glad the discussion moved towards movies.

- Well, glad I can talk with the real you, Dip. - Wendy smiled - Unless it's Mabel with your face deepfaked onto her. - No, I don't think it's possible in real time yet. Though she would do equally good job as the keyboard has done. - With what? - Wendy raised her brow. - Er, nothing! I mean, saying silly things! That's what Mabel is good at, isn't it?

Wendy chuckled.

Her eyes turned to the few printed pages of text lying on her bed. Deep down, she knew Dipper hasn't written all of it, but she couldn't quite put her finger on which of the confessions were his, and which were the machine's. She looked at the calendar and groaned. She still had two weeks until she finds out.

#wendip #wendipweek #wendip week #wendy x dipper #dipperxwendy #gravity falls #dipper pines #wendy corduroy #nautiscaraderfics #wendy you are the coolest person I know

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Tales from Peter Parker Foreign Exchange Student: Scorpion and the hunt for the Hero killer

Somewhere in the Naruhata district, in one of the many condemned buildings in the area is currently being resided by the infamous villain team, the Sinister Six!

A group consisting entirely of Spider-mans rogues formed under an always-consistent even number. Though its members have rotated there burning hatred of the arachnid hero remains the same. Mysterio, Chameleon, Shocker, Sandman, Scorpion and Vulture are the current members of the group. Currently they are residing in the land of the Rising Sun as a favor to Mysterio involving an as yet unspecified plot for lucrative gain. Yet unbeknownst to the Sinister Six, Spider-man is also stationed in Japan as a student of U.A. High. Eventual a collision of rivals will occur, for now the members of the Six explore there new surrounding some partaking in extracurricularactivities.

Mac Gargan, alias the Scorpion looking is over a large board. On it is pinned with various newspapers and several threads crisscrossing each other like a web.

"Scorpion!" The vulture shouted from above as he descends besides Scorpion.

"What do you want Toomes?" Scorpion asked annoyed having his concentration broken.

Vulture sneered at Gargans dismissive tone.

"Our meeting with the local crime informant, Giran has been rescheduled for now Dmitri suggest we should acclimate to our new surrounding." Impatient to a response, the Vulture makes a quick turn around to see Scorpion still ignoring him.

"The least you could do Mac is make some conversation, what on earth are you researching 'Hero Killer'" Vulture scans the papers.

"Yeah its about this crazy who's been going around offing heroes or injuring them bad towards early retirement." Scorpion explained turning towards Vulture finally.

"And what offer him membership Macdonald, were already at max capacity of sociopaths with you in our group we don't need another one." Vulture mocked.

"Very funny jack-ass, but this ain't about recruitment."

"Than what exactly?"

"The WHY?" Scorpion responded to Vulture.

Vulture seemed perplexed but he reminds himself that Scorpions logic always made sense to his twisted mind.

"Every article is always the same, always asking the wrong questions." He continues.

"Who is he? How is he doing this? When will the Pro heroes stop him, (spit)." Scorpion mocked.

"No one ever asks the 'why' of his motives that's the real story the real scoop." He grins.

"Imoressive, if a bit pointless but he's a serial killer Gargan not much to glean from that. Said Vulture.

"These ain't no random killing Toomes this guy clearly has a conviction and its kinda bringing the detective side out of me, THERE!" he motions his tail on the map as he walks past Toomes grabbing his coat and hat.

Toomes looks at the city map Scorpions tail banged on the board as he sees the mark on the city, Niihama.

Its soon night in the city of Niihama, with Scorpion staking out on rooftop. Several food wrappers and soda cups are littered around him as he peers across the landscape with his binoculars. On his left a crude yet working customized police radio is broadcasting your standard police reports, all noise to his ears waiting purely for calls towards Pro heroes.

"Hrrm, what was it that Kraven always said 'to become the hunter you must think like your prey.' Scorpion recalled internally.

"This should be the place that 'Hero Killer' was last scene and knowing these 'heroes'. Scorpion said with a venomous tone at that last word.

"Them Pros will be rushing off during a crisis, I just need wait for one them to wander off into a dark alleyway and that's when Mr. Herokiller will strike."

Eventual a hero team burst into the scene as they begin a rescue operation by a nearby burning building. One of the heroes note something in an alleyway as she ventures alone.

"Bingo" Scorpion said elated.

Sometime later

Limping and bleeding out, the female hero costumed in a beetle inspired design finds herself exasperated and panic as the Hero Killer approaches. Garbed in an attire of a ninja, with mixture of red and black while his face is covered in several bandanas no doubt to reel in his unruly hair. He slowly moves in a katana in hand as he licks the blood from blade. The heroe's movements are quickly frozen in place unable to move desperately crying to herself

"Why can't I move?!" She screamed hoping her panic tears would be heard.

As she finds herself face first to the ground she can see the killer ready to thrust the blade until…

"HEY!" shouted the Scorpion across the alley as Stain looked up to see the yeller.

Reacting without thought, Stain quickly throws one of his daggers with almost lighting speed. However the Scorpion quickly counters with his mechanical tail sending the blade back as it pass his owners face right by the side of the wall. Unfazed, Stain held his ground staring at this stranger.

"Oh thank you hero please save me fro-"

"Shut up, I ain't here to save nobody especially some Beetle poser." Scorpion insulted as he cut her off using his tail to knock her out.

"I came to see you ' Hero Killer!'

"My business is not with you villain, leave me to my work or I share her fate." The killer threaten.

"Oh I ain't here to stop ya pally, I'm just a simple foreigner is all, I just got ask ya something is all." Scorpion explained.

The Hero Killer saw no ill intents from this stranger yet he could feel his aura of treachery and insanity lurking behind that false sense of camaraderie. For now he played along in order to gauge this new face.

"Very well foreigner, I am Stain ask your question and leave me to my mission."

Scorpion was a bit taken back by this 'Stain' character and pissed off. How dare he makes threats to me, Scorpion thought. But he remembers to keep his cool, he's Mac Gargan the detective first and Scorpion second on this case.

"Okay Stain, the names Scorpion." He introduced.

"I've been looking ya over for some time now trying to figure your M.O. all them heroes you killed or injured no relations what so ever. Yet one thing is common there all heroes. Its clearly not about the money, no real motive for payback and clearly puck and choose who lives and dies." Scorpion explained trying to inflate his ego as a detective.

"GET TO THE POINT!" Stain grew impatient.

Scorpion frowned holding back his gritted teeth from showing from Stains yelling.

"I was getting to that 'friend'." Said Scorpion losing his demeanor.

"Why? What are trying to accomplish offing off these loser heroes?" Scorpion asked in a serious tone.

Stain smiled a cold smile as he sheathed his sword.

"You are correct, I seek no monetary gain nor have these so called 'heroes' wronged me in the past." Stain confirmed Scorpions deduction.

"I seek out the false heroes that solely use there powers for wealth and fame, putting the needs of the people second for there own ambitions while ignoring there obligations as public servants first." Stain explains.

"Its an insult that they call themselves heroes, I have made it my mission to cleanse this world of false heroes, I will never stop for only All Might is worthy of the title hero! Only his sense of justice will I allow to bring about my defeat!" Stain continues as he slowly ramps up his rant.

"Does that answer your curiosity?"

Scorpion felt a bit taken back by the hero killer almost as if Stains aura swallowed him whole, trying to hold his ground Mac composes himself taking a quick breath to ease his nerves.

"And people say I'm crazy." Scorpion mocked.

Stain narrowed his eyes at Scorpion, annoyed by his flippant tone.

"Listen I hate these wannabe heroes as much as the next guy, but at the end of the day no chump can just live off good will and samaritan service."

"People gotta eat, pay taxes and all that other bureaucratic crap we can't all live up to that high horse ideal of the perfect hero crap, so you can stick your bull% $# college thesis up your $$ pally loser!" Scorpions retorted.

"Thanks for wasting my time." Scorpion walks away as he turns his back spitting at a trash can in a disrespectful manner as he makes a leap to the neareat fire escape ladder.

"Come back please, DON'T LEAVE ME!" The pro hero awakens begging for Scorpions help.

"F $# OFF LOSER!" Scorpion continues move on unmoved by the heroes cries.

"Foreigner villain, what does he know of our way in the end they will all learn." As he prepares to lunge his blade, Stain halts his action as he hears the voices of the oncoming team members of his victim closing in. Disappearing without trace he says to himself.

"Another time a different place, perhaps I'll visit Hosu."

Back at the rundown apartment, an enraged Scorpion storms the front entrance annoyed and pissed off.

"So how did it go?" Vulture said with a dry uninteresting tone.

"Pretentious looking ninja turtle with f #$ing delusions of grandeur!" Scorpion replied with a pissed off attitude.

"Sounds lame, you kick his ass?" Sandman asked.

"No"

"You steal his wallet?" Asked Shocker concerned.

"No!" Scorpion said again.

"So in other words a complete waste of time and effort, I'll be needing a receipt for your purchases." Chameleon prioritizing his funds.

"F $# off you losers, it wasn't all total loss." Scorpion grinned.

"Oh so their was a silver lining to this wasted ordeal of yours than?" Mysterio echoed behind his dome.

"People always underestimated me thinking I'm just some joke like you dorks, (except you Sandman.)" Sandman responds with a middle finger.

"But this event just reminded me, I'm still a damn good detective!" Scorpion unveils several headshot photos of different pro heroes.

"I've got a lot of dirty secrets to expose on these "so called heroes" and what better practice is there than in Japan!" Scorpion said ecstatically.

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Based on Tumblr @alexdrawsagain comic

Peter parker: foreign exchange student

#marvel #tales from peter parker: foreign exchange student #peter parker: foreign exchange student #peter parker #spider-man #mac gargan #scorpion #sinister six #vulture #adrian toomes #stain #akaguro chizome #hero killer stain #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

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blurry-fics · 5 years

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Chapter Five

Pairing: None

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1839

Author’s Note: Finally getting to the good stuff! As always, I would like to thank all of you for the continued support. Also, don’t forget to take the survey if you haven’t yet! It closes tomorrow! (And thank you for 700 followers!! It still blows my mind that people want to follow me)

Your eyes moved quickly between your phone and the sidewalk in front of you as you made your way towards the pizza place Josh had told you to meet them at. You were nervous, but the need for you to navigate was helping to keep your mind busy. The plan had been for you to drive since the restaurant was on the other side of town, but Matthew had made sure that wasn’t an option when he stole the car that morning and you had been too shy to ask Josh to pick you up.

You were only about a block away when you got a text from Josh saying they were outside. Figuring that you were too close for it to be worth letting him know where you were, you slid the notification out of the way and quickly closed the map app. Everything was going to be fine, you were sure of it. Or at least, that’s what you wanted to believe.

Josh was easy to spot with his now bright red hair. The man next to him, who could only be Tyler, looked different than you had anticipated. You had expected someone who looked similar to Josh with brightly colored hair and equally vibrant tattoos. Instead, dark bands covered his left arm and there wasn’t a single bit of color on him aside from his shirt. It was an interesting contrast.

“Hi,” you smiled as you drew closer to them. “You must be Tyler.”

“That’s me,” Tyler smiled, holding out a hand.

You shook his hand and then turned to Josh, who held his arms out for a hug. That was unexpected, but you wrapped your arms around him and gave him a quick squeeze.

“Nice to see you again,” he said as he let go. “The hair looks nice.”

��Thanks,” you smiled. “I could say the same to you.”

Josh smiled and shook his head a little.

“Should we head inside?” Tyler asked, nodding his head towards the door. “It’s kind of cold out here.”

“Let’s do it,” Josh said.

You followed the two boys inside, taking in your surroundings as you did so. Various paintings and posters covered the brightly colored walls and early 2000s music was playing through speakers. It screamed “stereotypical pizza joint”.

The three of you sat at a booth towards the back of the restaurant. You slid into one side while Josh and Tyler sat across from you. Neither of them looked at the menu, obviously already knowing what they wanted from having been here so many times before.

“What should I get?” you asked as you looked over the menu.

Much to your surprise, Tyler was the one who answered you, “The triple topping pizza is really good, although cheese is always a safe option.” Josh nodded his agreement.

“I think I’ll try that then,” you said, putting the menu back in its place.

“I’ll go order,” Tyler said, standing up once again.

“Can you get me a drink?” Josh called after him.

“Me too!” you added.

“Sure thing,” he said without turning around.

Once Tyler was out of earshot, Josh turned back to you and leaned forward, “So, first impressions?”

“He seems nice!” you smiled, trying to stay positive. “Quieter than I expected, though, based on what you had told me.”

Josh rolled his eyes, “He’s being shy. Just wait for him to warm up.”

You nodded, hoping that he was right. The last thing you needed was another person in this city that couldn’t stand you.

Tyler returned a few minutes later with a number and three empty drink cups. He set the number at the end of the table and then Josh joined him to go get drinks, saying he would get yours for you. It didn’t take a genius to know that it was just an excuse for him to ask Tyler the same question he had asked you.

“Here you are,” Josh said, setting your drink in front of you.

“Thank you,” you said, taking a sip.

“So, Josh tells me that you moved here about a month ago,” Tyler said.

“Yep, all the way from California.”

“How are you liking it?”

You let out a nervous laugh. Josh still hadn’t heard the full story of the move to Ohio, and you weren’t sure if you would be able to get through the story without crying yet.

“It’s complicated,” you said, avoiding eye contact as you played with a nearby napkin.

“Why is that?”

You spent the next twenty minutes giving Tyler and Josh the full rundown of your life for the past month, from learning that you would be moving to Ohio to the tension that still existed between you and Matthew. The only pauses were to answer the boys’ questions and when your pizza arrived halfway through the story.

You had done pretty good about not crying until you got to the very end. The fear of finding a place to live and supporting yourself started to creep in. When the tears started to pool in your eyes, you quickly excused yourself to the bathroom. Crying was not about to be part of your first impression on Tyler.

You grabbed a couple paper towels from the dispenser and lightly dabbed at your eyes. They were still a bit puffy, so you splashed some cold water on your face. The boys probably thought you were crazy, but worst case scenario you would move back home and never see them again.

Once you had calmed down and no longer looked like you had been crying, you walked back out to the table where the boys were talking. They went quiet as soon as their eyes landed on you, causing your stomach to twist in discomfort. More likely than not, they had been talking about how dumb you were being.

“Sorry about that,” you said, sitting down and taking a sip of your soda.

“It’s totally fine,” Josh said.

“Yeah, I’m really sorry if that was a sensitive topic. I had no idea,” Tyler said.

“No, it’s ok!” you reassured him. “I chose to talk about it.”

Both of the boys nodded as they briefly shared a look. You tried to brush it off.

“So, music. Tell me about that,” you said, hoping a topic change would help clear the air.

Tyler’s face instantly lit up, “Tour starts in just over a week. I can’t wait to be back on the road again.”

“Tour?” you asked, eyebrows raising in question. Josh hadn’t mentioned a tour.

“Yeah, we leave in a week and two days,” Josh explained. “We’re playing shows all over the US for the next couple months.”

“Oh,” you nodded, trying to ignore the way your stomach felt like it was sinking. “That sounds super exciting.”

Tour meant that Josh wouldn’t be in Columbus, and if Josh wasn’t in Columbus then you wouldn’t have anyone to fall back on. It would be just you and Matthew, and that wasn’t something you were looking forward to.

“It is,” Josh smiled. “I can’t wait.”

“Hopefully I’ll get to come to a show,” you smiled. “You guys do play a show here, don’t you?”

Both of the boys nodded. “It’s one of the most fun to play,” Tyler explained.

“I bet,” you smiled.

“So, Y/N,” Tyler said. “Josh showed me some of your photos last night.”

“He did?” you said. You could feel the color coming to your cheeks almost instantly.

“Yeah. They were amazing. Are you considering pursuing photography as a career?”

“It’s my dream,” you smiled, worries momentarily forgotten. “I had a small business going back in California, but I obviously had to leave that behind. I’m trying to get something going here, but it isn’t easy to start over.”

Josh smiled at you, “How would you like to come on tour with us as our photographer?”

Your jaw dropped as soon as the words left Josh’s mouth, “Are you serious?”

Tyler was laughing a bit at your reaction, “Dead serious.”

You could hardly believe what you were hearing. It was like every problem that you had was suddenly gone: you could move out of the apartment you shared with Matthew, go back to doing what you loved, and finally be happy again.

“I hate to ask this because I’m thankful for the opportunity alone, but how much would I be making?”

“Funny you ask,” Tyler smiled, reaching into his pants pocket.

He slid a folded up piece of paper across the table to you, which you slowly opened up. Your eyes scanned the page until you saw the number.

“No way,” you grinned. “This isn’t real. You guys are messing with me.”

“We’re not messing with you,” Josh said.

“This is more than I was making back home!”

“You have talent, Y/N. We need that,” Tyler explained.

You slid out of the booth and waved your arms frantically at the boys. They were laughing at you as you pulled them each into a tight hug.

“I’m never going to be able to thank you enough,” you said, fanning yourself a bit to keep from crying again.

“Your photos are going to be more than enough thanks,” Josh said.

There were a million questions that you wanted to ask, but you knew that they could wait for a later time. You were still waiting for the moment when you would wake up from this dream on the couch in Matthew’s living room to the sound of him slamming the door for the millionth time.

You shook your head, “I really can’t believe this.”

“Believe it,” Tyler said, clapping a hand down on your shoulder. “Because you’re coming on tour with us.”

“Tour,” you repeated. “Wow, I never thought I would hear that.” You turned to Josh, suddenly remembering the conversation you had on the phone last night. Your brain had been so preoccupied with everything else that it had completely slipped your mind, “So this was your offer?”

He smiled, “Yep. We just had to make sure that Tyler liked you enough to bring with us.”

“I passed the test?”

“Yes you did,” Tyler laughed.

“Alright, well we actually have a lot of preparations left to do before we leave, so we should probably head out.”

“Right, I need to start packing as well,” you smiled.

Josh and Tyler started to walk off, but you suddenly remembered the long walk you had endured to get here. Not wanting to repeat that experience, you decided that asking the boys for a ride probably wouldn’t hurt. Besides, it wasn’t like you had to hide the fact that your ex was terrible to you anymore.

“Hey, guys?” you said. They both turned to look at you. “Can I ask one more favor?”

“Sure,” Tyler said.

“Can I get a ride home? My ex stole the car.”

“Yeah, come on,” Josh waved you along.

You fell into step with them, not even bothering to hide the smile on your face. Things were really beginning to look up.

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Based on the anon ask, prompt: “Aubrey Posen believed in lots of things, but love was not one of them. That is, until she met Emily.”

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Aubrey Posen believed in a lot of things. When she was ten years old, she started to believe in ghosts. Her mother was driving down a long-winded path and fog seemed to take up every inch of spare expanse that North Carolina had to offer. It was cliché, really. But the man she saw standing on the side of the road dressed in a slate grey uniform convinced her that ghosts were real, as real as the clothes on her back and the blanket that was covering her lap. She didn’t’ say a word, but she knew her mother had seen him too.

When she was sixteen she believed that things happened for a reason. A letter coming in the mail stating that her father was going back into the infantry. He would travel and see the world. He would write, and he would stop writing. And she would sit between her two older siblings, blindly reaching for their comforting touch when they got the news that he was coming home. But only to pack his things.

She crashed a car when she skidded on black ice at nineteen, learning to believe that it was okay to make mistakes. Her older brother pulling her into a minty embrace instead of screaming about his wrecked jeep. He wasn’t angry, instead, he squeezed her shoulders and hastily warned her never to scare him like that again.

Aubrey Posen believed in a lot of things, but love wasn’t one of them. That is until she met Emily.

She had felt the light like never before that day; a star that hung high in the sky pressing heated rays against exposed skin. It was a warmth that she couldn’t ignore, the atmosphere clear despite the musty scent of rain taking up home in her lungs. Aubrey loved the smell of the rain and the even sharper scent of incoming snow. That thankfully didn’t present itself this early into October.

Booths lined her on either side, some of them boasting signs that were carved expertly. They advertised peaches and corn. Sweetgrass baskets that had been so expertly woven in the spare time of their crafters. Aubrey bit into an apple, her teeth pressing past soft green flesh as sticky juices dripped down her chin. This was home, for her, this had always been home.

Aubrey didn’t’ miss the stuffy suits or the smog that coated New York Cities risen air. The cases that stacked against her desk were long forgotten as her mind buzzed with nothing other than making her way carefully through the farmers market. Everything was muted and enhanced all at once. She loved her visits home and loved the stillness of them even more.

“Oh, shi-“The voice pulled through the low buzz of the market, not many people looking up from examining their tomato’s, poking and prodding until it looked bruised enough to beg for a discount. But there she was, struggling to lift a case of mason jars from the back of a rusted old ford.

They dripped in a golden syrup, bubbles catching a certain aim of lighting from the very sun that warmed Aubrey’s cheeks. She could practically taste the sweet substance as it barely sloshed around. The booth simple stated: Honey. Little symmetrical combs were slathered in yellow at the corner of the board. It was simple, and at this rate, it was going to lose all of its merchandise.

“Here, let me help you,” She said.

Aubrey wasn’t one to rush towards a stranger. She wasn’t one to try and show off by lifting something that was a little too heavy, even for her. She could feel the subtle burn in her arms, and the moisture that collected against her collarbone. None of that could make up from the bright, almost impish, smile she received in return.

She set them down on the shaded countertop, rolling her shoulders back as she looked at the stranger. She was tall, even with mud-stained converse on, sporting a worn t-shirt and a flannel. The girl’s features were soft and kind, and damn, did they feel like the sun. The flower that bees were drawn to driven by the very nature instilled upon them.

“Thank you so much,” She panted, pulling the red baseball cap from her forehead, she dragged her forearm against it, smearing dirt and sweat. “You have no idea how much trouble I’d be in if I dropped those.”

“It was really no problem.” Aubrey just chuckled at the girl’s frantic words, she was still panting in the heat. Watching as the stranger ripped into the box that she had just set down. “What are you-?”

“Here,” She produced an amber colored jar. “It’s on the house. Assuming that you actually like honey, this here is the best stuff. Homegrown. Well, home harvested.”

“Thank you,”

Aubrey absently ran her fingers over the printed label. It had that soft yellow background that her booth occupied. The same logo too, but up close, Aubrey could see the tiny script of Emily’s right above the bulky text. She glanced up, Emily suited her. She started to take the rest of the mason jars out of the cardboard box, humming along to an odd tune that the lawyer couldn’t quite place.

She walked away that day, the weighted glass of honey still prominent in her hand as she shifted its contents. There were little flakes of yellow pollen swimming in the stagnant warmth. A certain heat pressed against her abdomen, an odd place for the sun to reach, but she swallowed it back.

The coffee coated her throat, it’s bitter edge never too strong. Willow Heights was never known for an intoxicating brew. Instead, she settled for the burnt flavor and the washed-out white mugs that used to have logos sprawled against them. Now it was just little black spots where the paint hadn’t exactly faded yet.

Still, Aubrey gulped it down hungrily to wash away the taste of the pie that she had eaten, nothing but crumbs were left on her plate and the waitress dressed in a sickly mint green ensemble took that as enough of a sign to clear it and refill the mug with little conversation. She almost liked it that way, the quiet.

There was a mother watching her son destroy an ice cream Sunday in the corner of the diner. He was missing his mouth, coating his fingers in a sugary mess of black syrup and cherry juice. She winced at the thought of how sticky he would be, but the woman seemed not to fret too much. She gave her a knowing glance. It practically screamed kids will be kids.

There was, of course, the cook, but his focus was on spraying clean dishes in the back of the house. The waitress smacking her gum like the blood that rushed past Aubrey’s ears. It was rhythmic in a gross kind of way. The bell above the door was accompanied by the deadpan cold that ran through town when the sunset.

The girl from the farmers market.

It had in fact rained. She was quick to peel off her soiled jacket and hang it on the small coat rack by the door. An unused umbrella rested against the glass door frame. A missing cat poster with eminent water damage dog-eared at the excess of wind.

“Hey, Em” The waitress mustered a sunny disposition. “The usual?”

“You bet,” She rubbed her hands together in the heat of the restaurant. Aubrey couldn’t help but stare, her expression was soft and captivating all at once. She had seen beauty before, really, she had. But Emily had a certain rawness like unsweetened honey. It was smooth but had a bitter kick that she craved the taste of. “Oh hey,”

Aubrey blinked dumbly for a second, licking her lips. They tasted burnt, the coffee still lingering as she registered that she was actually being spoken to. “Hi”

“Mind if I?”

Emily gestured to the stool next to hers. There were other seats available at the counter, but Aubrey had the feeling that if she had taken any of those, she would be caught staring violently at the girl. Not out of lust (Not entirely anyway) but out of pure captivation. She gulped down the sour taste in her mouth as she nodded.

The waitress eyed Aubrey as she set down a big glass of what smelled like root beer in front of Emily. The girl denied a straw before downing a quarter of it in one fail sweep.

“I’ve never seen you around before, stranger.”

“Stranger? Oh. I’m not from round’ these parts.”

She laid on the southern accent thickly, a hint of a smirk pulling at her lips. Emily seemed to redden at this. Aubrey supposed they did sound a little too dramatic for her taste, almost as if she could reach into her belt and find a pearl embossed pistol at the ready. All she would have to do is spin the barrel and hope she didn’t’ load it.

“Very funny,” Emily nudged her shoulder. She smelled like rain. “I just don’t know what a girl like you is doing in a town like this one.”

“I’ll have you know, I grew up here.” Aubrey straightened her back and raised her own mug to her lips, taking another long gulp of stale caffeine. “What gave it away?”

“That you haven’t been home in a long while?” Emily quirked a brow “No one in Willow Heights has a manicure.”

Aubrey’s grey stare flicked to her nails instinctively. They were painted in a nude color, but they had been done professionally. Half of her wardrobe was pressed and trimmed and tailored just to fit the standards of a courtroom. A small farming town like this one didn’t’ even have a nail salon. But Aubrey liked it that way.

“You’re very observational for a beekeeper.”

“Thank you,” she straightened her stance, drawing in another gulp of her soda like the heat of the carbonation didn’t bother her at all. “You kind of have to in my position.”

Aubrey could only imagine. One false move and little insects with sharp stingers would find their way past a strong suited woman. It wasn’t like dealing with slimy defense lawyers who had slicked back hair and venom dripping past their teeth- no, this was something delicate.

The waitress chewed her gum silently as she set a large plate of chocolate chip waffles in front of Emily with some silverware. Whipped cream was stacked to the very top, a few strawberries made dents in the mountain. “Thanks, Erica!”

She hummed in response and filled up Aubrey’s cup once more, earning a grateful nod in response before she went back to playing some matching game on her phone. The mother in the corner of the diner hastily tried to wipe away the syrup on her sons’ fingers.

“Oh my god, how can you eat that?” Aubrey chuckled into her cup.

“What? You mean this?” She shoved a strawberry into her mouth, chewing happily “Easy. Breakfast for dinner is the best.”

Aubrey cocked a brow, sitting back in the bar stool as she watched the woman slather her food in a coat of maple before cutting it into small little pieces. Breakfast was something that was limited to a protein bar, lunch a lack-luster salad, and dinner was something from the vending machines at the office. Certainly not a mountain of cornstarch and syrup. Emily didn’t’ seem deterred in the slightest as she shoved her fork into the bite she had just cut.

“Open.”

It was a demand, not a question, Emily holding up the fork as she watched Aubrey expectantly. The blonde let out a heaving sigh, close to rolling her eyes as she leaned forward and took the bite that Emily so easily offered. She could barely stop the moan that slipped past her lungs, blood rising to her cheeks as she got a triumphant smile in return.

“The secret is the honey in the batter,” Emily wiggled in her seat, letting the fork drop onto the plate as she beamed “Technically it’s mine so I’m biased but-“

She was interrupted by a fit of giggles, her body turning to face Aubrey, almost completely. Emily beamed, covering her mouth to muffle a snort. “What? Seriously?”

“Nothing, it’s just” She leaned forward.

This moment wasn’t perfect, not by a long shot. The chairs that they were sitting in creaked and groaned under their weight. The light in the far corner of the restaurant was buzzing away like the very moths that they attracted. The rain was pressing against the window and blurring the downtown streets. And Aubrey had whipped cream all over her nose.

“Here, let me get it.”

Emily’s touch was soft. Her fingers cold against Aubrey’s cheek as she brushed her thumb easily against the whipped cream on Aubrey’s nose. The sugary substance coated the pad of her finger. She brought it to her lips, licking it clean with a stray smile and a simple shrug.

“Thank you,” Aubrey rasped.

Aubrey Posen believed in a lot of things. The ghost that she saw on the side of the highway in North Carolina. The way her father still sent Christmas cards every other year, still containing blatant wishes and a twenty-dollar bill. How her older brother still laughed at the wrecked jeep that he let her borrow for one night too many.

Most importantly, Aubrey Posen believed in Emily.

The way she would tell the story of how they met for years to come. The box of honey would grow in size and the jars in weight. She would change the small storm outside to a monsoon and the kid in the corner digging into an ice cream Sunday had vanished altogether.

She had bought Emily a bouquet of sunflowers. Then a waffle maker, even a dog. But the most important thing was a ring. A simple gold band with two green stones and a flashing diamond. Because she made Aubrey believe enough to drop down to one knee, to envision a future never imagined.

Yeah, Aubrey Posen believed in a lot of things, but love was not one of them. That is until she met Emily.

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