#now I must sleep cuz if I stay up on the computer too long I disintegrate

[notecardpasta]

[ You could consider it a god, sure! But right now it's a sword, and the other form's real fluffy...]

#haa get sealed idiot #this was a set of lines I forgot I had around so I went ahead n colored em tonight #now I must sleep cuz if I stay up on the computer too long I disintegrate

[the-firebird69]

I want your father I understand this stuff I don't really understand his situation these people are ridiculous that's stupid I want you to no money so I can abuse you pick you up and use you like your some sort of street urchin girl is going to go into the sex trade in Ukraine this is obnoxiously stupid is it going to be saying it's so freaking hard cuz these idiots Ellie must be on the street so she can take advantage of me like Mom who are these people but the dirt s*** so we're talking about Trump has the same plan what a f****** a****** he wants to kidnap me off the street use these two d******* who will to die to be to try and run this dumb a****** nothing planned girl live outdoors like an animal mom you f****** pig just like Ellie you want to live outdoors like an animal you freaking pig that's stupid who can be sitting in a mansion with relationship chairs ruled the Earth 500 years ago underneath us instead you want to be on the street like a f****** useless pig you and Mommy God damn idiots no you're an idiot go sleep with the fishes you stupid spazzes CAA adds that and I agree with them women are f****** pigs he's doing the ass cuz he had them to you in the ass there's a problem with it I was right over there at the bar I know what happened it's in there threatening you. Let's see something too he's sitting there in the camera saying that he's bja soon to have Chris sale all day long hey Trump was doing delicious in the ass no but BGA was doing her it didn't go off of course and you're confused and you want to bring him in for it he's in there threatening him on and on and on all day long with this horse s*** and ass s*** just like these two b****** is like a loser club the queen is in it no Jesus Christ cheesy huge loser so is Ellie. The queen says that Ellie is out and Mom is out and by default and I agree they have no class and no plan that makes any sense and I can't stand poverty at all meaning I have to have my three square a day place to sleep and they keep trying to deprive me of it. Might have to make a list of people with this a****** plans and put them on a wall and shoot them and I'm requesting that now it's just really bothering they're living crap on me it's like this misses ladish plan is my mom's plan she's a f****** idiot and she was right there at the top level with everybody else has this computer and stuff it is a f****** poor b****. I know you don't understand it but it's how it is with these idiots no this is abnormal this is one of the anomalies we're looking for Trump his son he has the same idiot a****** plan and those two b****** right in the street so they can grab you since he was on the street for months you guys couldn't grab me in any way you're f****** losers okay you're a loser like them that's the dumbest thing I've ever heard of I get tons of attention from mine when that happens you just go around stabbing each other all day and night like you are now cuz your pigs and your losers. I'll say this if Trump is that way I guess I'm doing it too and stupid and I say you don't deserve to be somewhere just have a moron I know that's why and we're ruining the plan I was just to grab you and run off somewhere he said it's Grand illusion and nothing or bust you're poor and I guess I am

Dan

Holy Jesus is surrounding us this is quite a poor people. We can be on the street and useful no Will Bill and I and him don't want to be on the street and then we don't want you to grab us and bring us to a house somewhere so you can say that you're winning I mean f*** you that's stupid

Ken I've never calling you again I'm a budsman you betraying the secrecy of mine too it's illegal you can have you jailed he's going to sue you for real your name goes right on there you go right to court his is on there you down as resolved you're going to see it people get flattened by these people you horses ass he's not a child anymore and he's not in your house there's no food to eat there's nowhere to stay out and if he has some money you are a fool he'll kill you for money too he doesn't care he says he does because it's bold in there it's to find out what side of the traders on what side of the brain case he could use one of the video but it's easier to reverse the film I noticed reverse the whole film and your brain appears to be on one side not the other you apparently you're a target of his now cuz you're so poor like Jenna is Ellie is now at Target is it talking to mine and I can hear him saying it you want me poor and on the street there's no alternative you're in the way of my survival you need to die so it's an idiot Dan and Jesus you're working on me all day in space and s*** and in reality for what you loser I don't have anything what will I have you piece of s*** you're a f****** moron threatening me to threaten him get down here threatening him and you're getting nothing but death for yourself you're a loser a w**** an idiot and really he just open the door for you to croak give you guys some success so we can get rid of the whole United States of you no he wants to get rid of all of you that's their facility they're doing it on purpose and you're stupid man you're a whorky a****** because the war over that facility and all the people going to die and you won't be able to get at it at all cuz you don't know how to do anything same with these other poor people Jen is a poor person keeps picking kicking people out and it's not a job just to run around kick people out the f****** a****** she's probably this a****** that finds you when you're down and out unconscious and grabs you that's what it is you know he doesn't care at all he sleeps in public he sleeps in the mall he sleeps in the stupid movie theater people are protecting him all around here and his people are here and demons are here doing it robots all sorts of s*** you're all completely oblivious to it it is the stupidest saddest story of my life is glad that I finally figured it out and see it because it makes it it makes a tear to the eye it's so f****** stupid shut up f****** John remillow Junior you're John rima Lord's son you fat ass loser Stan should understand that

Ken

Oh boo hoo John Junior you're getting out of there I'm getting you out you're f****** fired whatever you think you're doing for a job you idiot don't work for me you a****** I don't want you there you keep saying that to you piece of dumb s*** you want on the street in your next door where the f*** are you going to take him you're special place under a certain rubber tree I mean let's f****** wrong with you people does he seem sophisticated yes who says I'm either indorse you people are nothing f****** loser gets to screaming for years cuz the people like you. You're a f****** loser he wants to sequester me as a witness, maybe even have five or someone provides witness protection cuz you assholes are after him too to be poor to go nowhere you practically doesn't have anything you keep doing it to him you're f****** stupid like you retards are after us to harm us for real permanently. It is their method as their way and Dee is doing it what a piece of s*** it's in there it's raining like crazy to put me on the street he says you do it to me I don't do anything even say that you do it again he doesn't do anything and he says it it's because I'm the adventure and you're supporting me in a way and helping me and related to me or associated these jackasses are too and don't get it they're f****** stupid they need to be shot and burned they need to burn theyre so dumb.

I'm putting on my own warrants on you Dan need to leave here are you going to be arrested Dave next door you piece of s*** same with the idiots across the street you don't know the f****** math at all you f***** are such losers you keep threatening him they keep killing you it's so simple if you do it for years you can't figure it out

Stan

Why do we started figuring it out no we did not I'm saying all of my troops after that facility we don't really know what it is. It says what it is that's why it works because Tommy favino was monitoring it he has Intel that we need here we go again round two of the stupidest game no, Adam and Eve are there by now. So I'm at it I'm going at it but boy mom got dumb she wasn't that bad she was helping to get stuff and go to the school she's proud of it too this is some dog s*** she's an evil b**** now it's probably overpowered by bolge and both can't help it let's deliver simply the low level thugs and they always will be because of their mentality and intelligence quotient CAA ads so I get that and I was very low too and we're badly influenced and trump too freaking a******. So you can use up whenever we have and probably something that's not even him thinking it is but it's probably time f so that's what hitting anyways so it's not a waste of time

Bja

And I hear him saying yay BJ you figured your way out of a wet paper bag good job and I agree he wants to lure you there you're fighting Tommy f which is a positive and he's doing something to you you don't care I'm going to say that if they're grabbing that many it's about duplicating some people for some reason it's about Intel stan CAA says Tommy f has it, oh boy it's on I see what it's about and now it's Max until he does a greatness you retards really after everything up

Stan

Hahaha lol. Oh and by the way Adam and Eve are there. And they're pretty deep and they're going to be huge momentarily you keep feeding them. I see my son is having a good time this guy is a minion whatever those things are they look like Twinkies and he's staring down the hole saying things in the language she's there too they can tell the difference between men and women and you should be able to bja

Here's another winner and he's the rescue from the street stuff what are you say is I was on the street I don't want to be on the street if you try to put me there like you are dead so killing you all off cuz you're stupid you had a plan as rebels and rebel bars and rebel place to go rebel clothing rubble apartments and you don't want that you want to be him some a****** putting them on the street so you're dead

I'm enacting our plan to do so they are too but we have to do it globally. I'm running all the homeless shelters and we're grabbing you in there cuz you're stupid literally some of them have millions of people in them and they point you out all the time everyone does and we go over there and we arrest you. We do it because you're the people that put people in poverty keeps on sending and delivering crushing blows on you and your idiot race you keep getting up now I'm going to make sure you don't

Bitol and Goddess Wife

[malleux]

idk if my request went through cuz my internet went weird just now-- but anyways, could I perhaps get a soft corpse x reader in which they're all playing among us and Rae or Sean invites (y/n), who none of them have every heard of, and she's just very shy but has an adorable childlike voice, and is an incredible imposter? Like she's just super convincing just like corpse, and can tug at the heartstrings with her voice? thank you!

spell. | corpse husband

part two ; part three

-> Pairing: Corpse Husband x Fem!Reader

-> Fandom: uhh youtubers? idk

-> Genre: Fluff, Crack

-> Warnings: Cursing

-> A/N: hi it’s a long overdue corpse fic :) it’s not the absolute best and for that i’m super sorry i’ve just got to get in the groove of writing for him!

corpse husband taglist is closed!

You were never one to enjoy the spotlight. Instead, you were often found in the background of things, just observing the extroverts who managed to get themselves in the middle of everything.

You had a nerve to admire them- their ability to just get out there and show their true selves, despite so many people watching their every move. Just the thought of it made you shudder. Yet you couldn’t help but also be rather envious of them.

Them, in question, being Sean McLoughlin.

You weren’t quite sure how you became associated with Jacksepticeye himself, choosing to focus on the present and future with your friend rather than dwelling on your past. He was just Sean, your internet friend. And also Jacksepticeye- a famous youtuber with millions of followers.

Sean was who you aspired to be in life. Outgoing, happy, out there, everything positive in life that Sean had, you wanted.

He’d confided in you often about how nervous he’d get before streams or videos, fearing that he’d say the wrong thing or upset his fans, but he still put on a brave face and went out into the chaos. That’s what you admired. His ability to conquer those anxieties.

You wished you could do that. You were simply too nervous.

Which is why when Sean facetimed you one night- morning, actually, seeing as it was 3am in California, where you were- asking you to join a game of Among Us for one of his videos, you adamantly refused.

“Why? Please, Y/N, we need one more person.” Sean begged, “It’ll be me, you, Felix, Ethan, Corpse, Julien, PJ, and Dave. Not everyone’s playing today, it’s a smaller crowd.”

“But it’s still a lot.” You groaned, “I don’t even know them. I just know you.”

“They’re nice! You literally watch their videos.” He argued back.

“That’s the point, Sean! They’re famous, I’d just be some random chick in the game that everyone asks where the fuck she came from.”

“No, you’ll be the girl that everyone adores. Now get on, we’re playing in ten.”

You sighed as the phone hung up and turned on your computer. A Discord invite was waiting for you- Sean must have invited you for you to talk to everyone as you played. You accepted with shaky fingers and put your headphones on, pulling up Among Us and typing in the game code.

“Hello everyone- wait, who’s pink?”

“She’s a good friend of mine,” Sean explained to Felix, “Say hi Y/N. We’re streaming live right now.”

“Hello,” You couldn’t help the meek tone in your voice, smiling shyly as if you were actually on camera. “Wait, you’re streaming? Sean, I thought you said it was a recording for a video.”

“I, well. It’s a video all right.”

The group laughed, but you stayed silent, fixating your attention on a lower voice that chimed in at the end.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Corpse.”

“The King of Imposters.” PJ joked, making Corpse laugh.

You giggled a bit, “Hi…”

Felix gasped. “Corpse, her voice is like, the total opposite from yours. Her’s is so cute.”

Corpse laughed as well. “Agreed. I like it.”

As the game loaded, your heart practically dropped.

Imposter.

As if your nerves weren’t bad enough as they were. But, on the bright side, you were with Sean as the other imposter. At least it was someone you knew.

You both split up, you heading towards Electrical. Corpse and Felix were close behind you, Felix following you into the room while Corpse left. You pretended to do your task for a minute before moving to your left a minute and killing Felix.

You rushed out of the room and then headed to Navigations, making sure to avoid anybody who could have seen you leave Electrical. A few moments later, a body was reported.

“Where was it?” Sean asked Julien, the reporter.

“Electrical.”

“I saw Y/N go in there with him at the beginning of the game.” Corpse joined in, “I saw them as I was going to the Reactor.”

“I was in Electrical with him,” You admitted, still acting a bit shy. What could you say, deep voices and new people made you nervous. “But after that I left and went to do my task in Navigation. Felix was still alive and there when I left.”

“Did you pass anyone sus on the way there?” Sean asked.

“No, if they came in after I did it must’ve either been from the other way or after I was already in Electrical.” You started picking at your nail polish- a habit of yours when things got a little overwhelming.

“So you’re saying that it could’ve been from the direction Corpse was in?” You could hear the smirk in Sean’s voice.

“Whoa, whoa, hold up. Why are you so quick to throw me under the bus? I’m just a crewmate.” Corpse questioned, “You’re pretty sus if you ask me.”

Sean scoffed, “I’m just inferring that the culprit came from your direction. Never in my words did I say it was you. Sounds like you’re getting a little too defensive for someone who’s ‘just a crew mate’.”

“Uh, guys,” You quietly spoke up. You didn’t expect anyone to hear you, but Corpse and Sean immediately quieted down at your voice. “I hate to interrupt, but we’ve got to vote. I don’t want us to argue…”

Sean laughed. “Oh little Y/N, you’re too sweet. I’m skipping this round.”

As you voted to skip as well, your stomach clenched when you heard Corpse quietly repeat “Little Y/N”.

꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂

“It’s Y/N, I’m fucking telling you! Y/N!” Julien was practically screaming at this point. You tried to stay calm, focusing on keeping your voice steady.

The group had been calling you cute and adorable practically all night, so you were seriously about to put that to use.

“I was in Medbay with Corpse, isn’t that right, Corpse?” Your tone was sweet and slightly flirty- hopefully he’d get the hint.

Corpse hesitated for a millisecond- long enough for your breath to catch, but short enough for nobody else to notice. “Yeah, she was with me.”

“She was with you after she vented there!” Julien cried, “I can’t believe this- she killed Ethan and vented away right as I went into the room! You all are fucking nuts if you don’t believe me.”

“I don’t even know how to vent…” You murmured innocently, but in reality you were smirking. Julien was definitely telling the truth, and you were internally beating yourself up for letting yourself be so reckless after a kill, but nobody was seemingly buying his story.

There was only you, Corpse, Julien, Dave, and PJ left. Sean was voted off after fucking up his alibi, leaving you alone with the rest of the group.

Corpse sighed. “You all heard the girl. She doesn’t even know how to vent.”

“Wh- she just fucking vented!” Julien exclaimed, “Corpse, man, she’s got you under some fucking magic spell if you can’t see all the evidence. Guys, back me up here.”

“She’s sus.” Dave admitted, “And Corpse defending her makes it even more sus.”

“The spell she tried on him obviously got the best of him. I say we vote Y/N.” PJ agreed.

“There’s no spell, guys, oh my God.” Corpse laughed, “I just don’t think it’s her. I’m skipping.”

“I can’t believe you guys don’t believe me!” You whined, deciding to go further with your emotional tactics, “I’m literally about to cry. It’s not me!”

And yet, despite your protests, Dave, PJ, and Julien all voted you out. Crewmates had won the game and you were giggling nearly like a maniac as everyone gushed about how you did as an Imposter.

A bit later, you had to say goodbye to your new friends and face the reality that their fans would definitely find who you were by tomorrow. Or like, in a few hours, because it was already 4am. Corpse was in California as well, wasn’t he? He should be getting some sleep too, you thought. But maybe sleep schedules were different for Youtubers. You didn’t know.

You pondered the thought for a moment before the notification sound for Discord alerted you of a new message on your phone.

Corpse:

Just letting you know, your voice definitely had me under a spell. I’d like to hear it more often

#fanfiction #x reader #fic blog #writing #corpse husband x reader #corpse x reader #corpse husband imagines #corpse imagines #corpse husband #lay writes #requests

[thezebrawlw]

Donna Beneviento x Maiden.

I'M A BIT ANGRY 'CUZ WHEN I FINISHED, MY COMPUTER DID SOMETHING WEIRD AND RESTARTED AND WHEN I LOGGED IN AGAIN EVERYTHING WAS ERASED AND AAAAAAAALSKDFGKJDFKA

Warning: Mild suicidal content // Mentions of sexual abuse.

(A/N): (I'm still studying English, so if I have a mistake, I apologize)

Summary: A maiden arrives at the Beneviento mansion. What will happen when Donna begins to live with her?

(I'll do a part two, because I don't want this to be too long.)

- - -

The day the maiden arrived at the Beneviento mansion, it was raining. The door opened effortlessly. Not even the toxic pollen from the plants would drive someone crazy enough to come close to the house, so there was no need to have locks.

A chorus of high-pitched voices scared the young woman "what are you doing here" "how did you get in?" "You shouldn't be here" "Let's play with her, let's play with her"

The young woman felt scratches on her arms and on her legs, someone bit her arm and pulled her hair hard enough to almost rip it out.

"Please, I just want to hide," the woman yelled.

"You shouldn't have come in, stupid girl" "Now you belong to us"

Suddenly the dolls fell to the ground and crawled back to their places.

The young woman saw a shadow materialize in front of her. It was a slim figure, covered entirely in black, opaque cloth. The figure was carrying a doll in wedding clothes in their arms. It was from that doll that a hollow voice came out.

"You shouldn't have come in, stupid girl. Now you're never going to be able to come out."

"I don't care," said the maiden, "if you want to kill me, just kill me. I'd rather perish under the hand of a noblewoman than die from those hunters."

"You're not worth Donna's time" the doll spoke again.

"If you don't want to murder me, then let me serve you" implored the maiden "your house will always be clean, the fire will always be lit, there will be no dust shavings on your beautiful dolls, just please, let me stay here, Lady Beneviento"

Donna didn't move. Beneath her veil she had an arched brow, confused by her request. The pollen must have made her hallucinate enough to make her say those things.

"Change those old rags that you have as clothes and find something to clean", say the doll.

"Yes My Lady"

"The name’s Angie and the only Lady here is Donna. Got it, muddy face?"

"Yes, Miss Angie"

From that day on, the young woman became the servant of Lady Beneviento.

Working there would be easy if it weren't for the mischief the dolls played on her. If she swept, the dolls would run around the little mountain of dust. When the floor was freshly waxed, the dolls dragged their knives on the wood. At night, the dolls would not stop laughing or making sounds of babies crying. They also watched her sleep, sometimes sitting around her bed.

But the maid never complained, she just looked at the mess they made with a tired smile, as if she was watching little children do mischief. Even if they watched her sleep, the only thing she could hope for was to be killed, but that never happened.

During the first weeks Donna tried to induce the maiden some hallucinations, but it seemed not to work, she assumed that her new servant had some kind of immunity to cadou and by extension to the pollen of the flowers that grew around the mansion.

Donna watched her and evaded her in equal moments. The leader of the Beneviento was locked in her room or her workshop for most of the day, so te only way to keep an eye on the maiden was through her dolls.

It was for that reason that the maiden always walked with a small retinue of dolls behind her, like a mother duck with her chicks. She was used to it by now.

That's how Donna realised that the maid was a very good singer, but a distracted cook. She was thankful that she didn't need to eat, just a drink now and then, because she didn't think she would be able to eat coal with sugar in it.

She also noticed that the maid was an active conversationalist. She talked a lot and about everything. The dolls listened to her and little by little they began to join in the monologue.

The young girl listened attentively and that was how she learned the dolls's names, where they were located in the mansion and what they liked to play with.

Watching her, Donna also noticed that the maiden looked out the windows, a melancholic smile kept on her face when it snowed or when the sun made an appearance.

One particularly snowy day, the dolls pulled the maid to the front door, asking her to come out and play for a while.

"I don't know, I don't think Lady Beneviento will give me permission"

"It will only be a while, it will only be a while", said the dolls.

The maid had never asked Donna for anything since she arrived. Donna hadn't spoken to her either, if she needed something, Angie would be the one to speak in her place.

Then, a dark figure appeared on the stairs. It was Donna accompanied by Angie. The doll spoke for her.

"You can come out"

"I... Am I allowed, My lady?"

Donna nodded. Angie spoke.

"If you promise to stay in the garden"

"Yes, yes, thank you very much, My lady, Miss Angie"

Donna allowed Angie to join the others and then went to her room. From her bedroom window, she watched her servant and her dolls play in the snow. The young woman made small snowballs and distributed them to those who only asked one, becoming the person in charge of making ammunition for the doll's games.

Angie began to converse with the young woman. Thanks to her connection, Donna could hear her.

"Why did you come to Beneviento mansion, mudy face?"

"They were chasing me"

"Who?"

"Hunters. They know that my mother was a witch and that her blood runs through my veins. They are afraid that I'll curse people."

"Would you do it?"

The maiden laughed, a wicked, sing-song laugh.

"I already did it" under her clothes, she showed an exquisite necklace made with rose petals. "The petals of this rose are tongues of the people who tried to abuse me."

In her room, Donna froze. This young woman could be dangerous if offended enough. Would her witchy nature be of any benefit to Mother Miranda? She decided to keep her longer and also to ask the dolls to stop their pranks.

One night, the maiden slept peacefully, too peacefully, so peacefully that she awoke in the middle of the night. It was not normal to sleep like this as the dolls were still making noises. When she lit her room with a candle, she realised that she was alone.

She went out into the hallway and heard sobbing and banging upstairs. She ran to Donna's room and found the dolls by the door.

"My lady?"

Angie's voice answered.

"Go away."

"Do you need anything?"

"Go away."

"I can get you something to drink if you--"

"GET OUT!"

Then a group of dolls armed with knives followed the young woman to her room. She locked herself in and felt lucky to be alone.

Donna's anxiety attack ended around three in the morning, so it was to be expected that she would wake up after midday. She also knew that her attack had caused some dolls to break, so she grabbed Angie and left her room.

She noticed that there was no one in the corridor. Donna looked for her dolls and found them in their respective places, they were broken, but there wasn't a speck of dust on their bodies.

Donna asked if they had returned on their own, but the dolls replied that it was all thanks to the maid. Donna busied herself with her dolls upstairs and when she came down to the living room, she found the maid carefully cleaning the face of one of her dolls.

"You are ready, I will now place you on the table so that... ¡My lady!"

Donna smiled under her veil.

"What are you doing?" Angie, as always, spoke instead.

"I figured you wouldn't be feeling well, so I decided to accommodate the dolls instead. Is... it okay?"

Again, Donna did not answer. Instead, she turned her attention to repairing the broken arms and legs of the dolls, apologising quietly to each one for hurting them.

The maid continued her work on the cleaning and that was the first time the two had been in a room together for more than two minutes.

In the night, some of the dolls still in need of repair talked to Donna, all of them telling her about the maid and how pleasant her company was. They told her that the young woman was a good listener and that although they could not feel warmth, they were sure that her touch was warm because she was almost always in the kitchen.

The dolls also tell Donna that the young woman (they all referred to her as "mudface" thanks to Angie), was very good at playing hide and seek and sometimes helped play tricks on other dolls.

Donna realised how fond they had become of the young lady, so she decided to thank her in her own way.

In the morning, the maid found a small box wrapped in a ribbon. Inside was a pair of woollen gloves to protect her from the cold and a note in elegant handwriting that said "thank you".

Donna looked out of the window at the maid. She was hiding behind a fountain so that Angie would not find her. The day was snowy and somewhat cold, but it was no problem for the maid because her hands and neck were protected by gloves and a scarf.

Both items were Donna's creation. The leader of the Beneviento continued to make small gifts for the maid as a way of saying thank you for the care she took of her dolls.

When the game was over, and thankfully spring was in the air, Angie and the young lady sat down to enjoy the sunshine and make a couple of wreaths.

She finished making one for Angie and placed it on her head, then made a larger one and told her to give it to Donna.

She looked up and found Donna watching her, the maid smiled and waved, though Donna remained still.

The gift was well received by Donna and in gratitude she knitted another pair of gloves.

The end of winter was all about giving small gifts. It was no longer about gratitude, the two women liked to see each other wear or use the gifts they each made.

A flower necklace dipped in amber, a hood for the cold, a jar of biscuits, a flavouring made from pleasant-smelling herbs...

Donna left her room more often, sharing space with the maid. The evenings were quiet, but not uncomfortable. She still didn't speak directly to the young woman, so Angie always had to step in to make small talk.

The young woman, despite her nature, tried to speak little so as not to make her mistress uncomfortable, for which Donna was grateful.

On one occasion they were both in the library, each reading her own book. They were not sitting close together, but within sight of each other. They were silent, until Donna let out a little giggle. The maid couldn't help but glance in her direction, eyebrows arched and a half smile on her face. She had never heard Donna laugh before.

"Are you having a pleasant reading, my lady?"

Beneath her veil, Donna stood still. Angie was playing somewhere and couldn't answer to explain the reason for her laughter, so she just nodded.

From that day on, the maid tried to make Donna laugh more often. Sometimes just making funny comments or other times telling jokes to the dolls, making sure Donna was close enough to listen.

Donna laughed more often and was in a better mood. You could see it in the way she walked and in the new dolls she created. Even in the laughter that could be heard from her room when she was talking to Angie.

But one day, her progress in confidence slipped back.

This is the end of part one.

Part two is here

#Donna Beneviento #Donna #resident evil #resident evil donna #angie #angie beneviento #donna x maiden #fic

[kaider-is-my-otp]

Late Night Doubts

Just a random Kaider fluff, cuz you can never have too much of those. 

P.S.  For the purpose of this fic, I ignored the proposal that happened in Stars Above. Cinder and Kai are just dating, not engaged.

Cinder sneaked into emperor's room as quietly as possible. Kai was sleeping safely tucked in his sheets, breathing deeply. He must have had an exhausting day. Cinder knew what kind of a day he had simply by hearing his breathing pattern.

She took off her shoes and made her way to the bathroom. She just got back to New Beijing after three weeks spent on Luna. Lunars were choosing new government, and as former queen, her attendance was expected.

After a quick shower she came back to the room to find something to sleep in. She found Kai’s old shirt and put it on. It had that sweet musky scent like it’s been worn all day, but still managed to stay fresh. While she quietly changed, Kai stirred in bed. He blinked slowly, his eyes widening when he saw a person in the dark of his room. It took him two seconds to recognize her.

He reached up and grabbed Cinder’s wrist, pulling her to the bed next to him. “Hey,” he said, his voice scratchy from sleep, and kissed her temple.

Cinder nuzzled her nose in his neck, inhaling deeply. “Sorry I woke you up.”

“I’m not,” he said, grabbing her face in his hands and kissing her on the lips. “Did you just come back?”

Cinder nodded, shifting deeper into the covers and wrapping her arms around his waist. She felt completely in peace for the first time in weeks.

This, she thought as she cuddled with her boyfriend, this is what I want.

“It’s been a long three weeks,” she said into his neck.

“Actually, it’s been twenty three days and eight hours,” Kai corrected, tangling his fingers in her hair.

Cinder scoffed. “You hadn’t counted the minutes.”

Kai laughed and his chest vibrated with movement. “Sadly, I don’t have a computer in my head telling me how long exactly it’s been since I’ve seen the love of my life. It would make my lonely nights much more bearable.”

Cinder tried not to grin. She lifted her face from his chest and kissed him, long and soft. When they both ran out of breath, she pulled away. She traced his lips with her metal finger, imagining she could feel the softness with her fingertips. “I missed you.”

Kai gently stroked her face with his knuckles. “I’m pretty sure I missed you more. Just ask Torin. He’ll gladly inform you what a miserable and distracted leader I’ve been in your absence.”

She rolled her eyes, not surprised at all. “If only your people knew what a sap their emperor is.”

Kai shifted on his back and pulled Cinder on top of him. “I’m pretty sure they all suspect. After all, I’ve always been told I don’t know how to conceal my feelings.”

They fell in comfortable silence, listening each other breathe. Despite the calmness she felt, Cinder couldn’t stop invading thoughts that always appear when she was in emperor’s suite.

Kai felt the tension in her shoulders as he drew lazy circles on her back. “Something’s bothering you. Tell me.”

She hesitated for a second, but Kai’s touch worked like magic and she started talking, pressing her face deeper in his chest. “This is emperor’s suite.”

Kai stayed silent for a second, not sure how to react to such a basic fact. “As an emperor, I am well aware.”

Every time they would come close to this topic, Kai basically mocked her for being ridiculous. He could never understand why she was so bothered by staying in his room. She lifted her head and moved to a more comfortable position. She was careful not to put whole weight of her metal leg on Kai as she lay on top of him. When she looked down, his face was nothing short of serious.

“Yes, well…” She stumbled over her words, not able to express her thoughts properly. “You’re an emperor and this is your room, but I don’t really have any business doing here. You do know I have my own set of rooms in the guest wing?”

Kai’s eyebrows furrowed. He untangled his arm from Cinder’s waist and ran a hand through his silky black hair. “What do you mean? You’re the only one that should be here. Except for me, of course.”

“But not legally.” Cinder bit her bottom lip. “Only emperor and empress should stay here, and I--,”

Kai let out a small laugh. “Is that what’s bothering you? That you’re not an empress, so you can’t stay here? If that’s the case, I can easily solve that problem. In fact, I actually have it here somewhere…”

He sat up in bed, pulling Cinder with him, and opened his nightstand drawer, searching for something. Snippets of their conversation on the balcony right after the revolution few years back flashed in Cinder’s mind. He had the same spark in his eyes that he had right in that moment. She grabbed his hand and stopped him before he could do something stupid. Like propose to her.

“No, no,” she said, trying to close the drawer. He wasn’t that willing to be stopped in his mission. “Kai, that’s not what I meant.”

He gave up, his face falling a bit. He laid back down on bed. Cinder stayed above, legs on both sides of his hips. She still felt flustered with what he had potentially almost done.

“Every time I try to propose, you stop me,” Kai said, pouting a bit. He tried to look angry, but corners of his lips were turned upward. “I don’t know how you expect me to do it if you don’t let me even try.”

Cinder shook her head and placed her hands on his stomach. “I don’t want you to do it in the middle of serious conversation. You’re just avoiding the topic. Besides, do you actually expect me to believe you have a ring in your nightstand right now?”

Kai raised his eyebrow, giving her the same charming smile he gave her the first time they met on the market. It was her favorite smile of his, reserved only for her. “You know me well enough to know I absolutely have a ring in there.”

Cinder rolled her eyes, trying to turn the conversation back to the beginning. “Can we go back to the fact that I shouldn’t be here? It just seems a bit inappropriate. You know I don’t really care that much about tradition, but I don’t want to put you in uncomfortable position.”

“Cinder, we’ve been together for five years. Believe me, everyone knows you’re here.”

Cinder fidgeted with her fingers. “That doesn’t make it any better.”

Kai exhaled and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to lay back on him. “There’s no law that says that person other that emperor or empress can’t stay in imperial suite. And if there was that law, I would change it.”

With his arms holding her and his lips pressed to the crown of her head, she felt a bit better. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“Of course I’m right. Believe me, there’s nothing to worry about. No one is judging you.” His lips turned into a smile on her forehead, as if he remembered a fond memory. “I once overheard maids referring to you as future empress.”

“Stars above,” Cinder mumbled into his chest.

Kai found a great fun in her embarrassment. “I’m pretty sure when we are together people are just waiting for me to get down on one knee and propose.”

“Stop talking.” Cinder pinched his arm, but couldn’t stop the smile spreading on her face. No matter how much she pretended otherwise, the prospect of Kai proposing evoked a certain warm feeling in her chest.

“I’m telling you, during every Peace Ball people are staring at me, giving me these weird looks.” He sighed. “I feel bad for disappointing them.”

“Don’t think even for a second of proposing publically,” Cinder warned him. Their lives were already under magnifying glass, with media and basically whole world knowing every detail. She wished they could keep at least something to themselves.

Kai kissed her lips, looking at her eyes with so much intensity and care it made her feel small and delicate right there in his arms. “Believe me, it will only be the two of us. Our wedding will be huge event, so I thought we could at least have a private engagement.”

Cinder hummed in agreement. “I think that’s enough of engagement and wedding talk for one night. Let’s go to sleep.”

She rolled off of Kai, curling on her side next to him. He wrapped his arms around her in an instant, pulling her closer to him. His nose was buried in her hair, his breathing deep like he was ready to fall asleep right that second.

A minute later, when dreams were already overtaking her, Kai spoke softly, “Empress Selene. It glides nicely.”

Cinder didn’t bother to answer, only kicked him in the leg. Kai laughed one last time, and soon they both fell in deep slumber.

#kaider #linh cinder #kai #i love them so much #i had a horrible day so i cope with writing #emperor kaito #emperor kai #fluff #the lunar chronicles #prince kai #otp #my babies

[litteidiot]

Hello! For the requests, could you maybe do a Headcanon for how the boys (esp Victor) would react to an MC collapsing from overwork. Either in front of them or they find out from her colleagues and freak out accordingly 😅 if that’s not your cup of tea though no worries! I’m excited to read your work and see what other people request! ☺️

Hii! Thank you for being my first request I’m so exited to write it! And I think it’s a good headcanon to write about because I sometimes wonder how Mc can manage to keep going with so much work she gets from Victor and all those papers from her company. AND SORRY IF YOU GOT SO MANY NOTIFS I WAS FIXING TYPOS OMG

The boys reacting to MC collapsing from overwork

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Type: Headcanon

Attention! The characters are not mine credit to the Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice Team!

Warning: This might contain spoilers!

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Victor

“MC fainted, the ambulance is on the way !” Goldman literally kicked down the office door

Pen drops, caring less about the new investment, he was now out the LFG bulding on his way to you to the hospital

Homeboy left the bulding faster than Shaw’s lightning bolts

Victor is known as a calm and organized person

Well in this case he was nothing like that

Why you fainted? What happened? Are you okay? That’s what he could only think about

It might be just a faint but for him it was like the world collapsing

He lost you many years ago, and then found you again after pointless searching

He found his long lost tresure again

Life gave you two a second chance and will not let anything happen to you again. Not on his watch

A few red lights and speeding tickets later

After talking to one of the nurses he bolted through the door of your room, just to find you awake, but still dizzy

An IV was attached to your hand to give you the nutrituon you need

You turned your head to the door to see your clearly frigthened boyfriend and then see him relax when he made sure you are fine

“You are okay.” A reliefed sigh left his lips

You explain to him what happened and the reason you are here is becauae exhaustion. You will be fine after a well needed rest and when your blood sugar is fixed

He feels guilty.

Guilty for pushing you so hard and pressuring you with so much work even though it is for your own good

“Mc, we talked about this. When you feel it’s too much to you then tell me. I will try to delay your reports.”

After that now you only have one or two projects to do

He will frequently call you if you are okay, and will ask your permission if it’s okay to give you one more report

No overnight shift, he will come pick you up when your day is over

Sometimes you even beg for him to give you something to do because you bored out if your mind

Gavin

“Mc is in the hospital.” He gets the call from one of your co-worker

Trust me he is now on his way to you before someone can explain why you are even there

Loveland can be on fire, Black Swan can do whatever they want, your safety is his number one priority

This man’s heart beats for you, you are his life support. He will protect you whatever it takes

MC. MUST. PROTECCC.

He vowed to himself on that day he will look after you. You saved him from falling into the endless abyss and he will be forever grateful for you

And that vow never changed ever since

Stepping into your hospital room, seeing you laying there his heart skipped many beats

The worst scenarios and possibilities entered his mind

But when he saw you frown and then turn, realizing you are only sleeping every negative thoughts left his mind as fast as they came

He soon learned you are completely fine, just passed out from exhaustion. Everything will be just like the same after you rested

That night he was right beside you holding your hand

The only reason he could stay past visiting hours cuz he snuck in from the window

Kiro

Poor sunshine boy has no idea what happened to his Miss Chips

You were like fine when he left, now why you are not?

You had a new filming gig for Miracle Finder, a new episode about Kiro’s routine after filmimg and performing

“Stay right here Miss Chips! When I come back I’ll tell you everything you need to know! Wait for me!” That’s what he said when he left you in his dressing room

You know how long shootings can take, so while you wait for Kiro you take a nap

You have been tired lately because of the lack of sleep you have

You just didn’t expect with this nap your body will literally shut down

Now here you are in Kiro’s arms in the hospital because you just won’t wake up

Several hour later you find yourself in a hospital bed surrounded by colorful balloons and a huge stuffed bear

Kiro right next to you waiting for you to wake up

“Miss Chips you awake!” He cheered when he noticed you

“What happened?” You asked. You are swear to god you only laid down to sleep now why you are here?

Kiro explained you didn’t wake up when he came back and the doctor said you are possibly overworked and your body could’t take it

He then gave you tips and advices how can you keep youself fit and hydrated when you overwork because he knows it so well how tiring work can be

He will call you every time to remind you to take a rest

Will invite you to have a meal with him to take you away from work for a little

Lucien

He is literally a doctor c’mon

He knows you always go home late. He hears your keys jingling when you try to open your apartment’s door

One night he hears you’re trying to open HIS door with YOUR keys

He opens it and then you literally fall into his arms

That’s it, MC out

He picks you up and carefully lays you on his bed and securly tucks you under the blankets

That night he spent his night on the couch

In the morning you find a thermost of hot herb tea on the nightstand

Just then you realize it’s not your bed you are in

You are still in your work clothes

You bolt out to the living room finding Lucien preparing a meal for both of you

“Slept well, Butterfly?” He asks you placing two plates on the dining table

Still confused he explains you tried to enter his home with your key and then end up passing out in his arms

He gives you tips how to keep yourself fresh and also teaches you some exercises how to loosen up your mucles after sitting in front of the computer for days

Be prepared to be teased by him for that for the rest of your life possibly called as “The loud burglar”

You can find more at the Collections section

[themficstho]

Strip Me Bare, Make Me Yours

Summary: When a mission calls for Peter to pose as a stripper in order to catch the bad guy of the week, what's Tony going to do about it?

Reposting from my AO3 account: hhisim828

This wasn’t right. He couldn’t let them do this. Not to the kid. He was too young. Okay, yes, technically Peter was 21 now, so LEGALLY he was an adult, but come on! Did he really have to be put in for THIS mission?! Tony shifted in his seat, watching Peter get briefed on the team’s newest assignment. “Jameson likes ‘em young, he likes ‘em innocent, so that’s where you come in, Peter. You’ll be posing as a fresh-faced stripper, seduce Jameson into one of the back rooms of the club, and that’s where we’ll catch him.” Peter nodded, the blush on his cheeks only becoming deeper the more Maria Hill explained the mission to everyone. He as biting his lip as he memorized the picture of the man he would have to pretend to seduce. Tony shook his head, standing up suddenly. “I don’t know if this is such a good idea. The kid is too young for this. I don’t think he’s—“ “Mister Stark? It’s fine, really. I can do it. I-I really think I can.” Peter looked up at Tony from across the table, cheeks still stained pink, offering a comforting smile. “I’m okay with it. If this is what it takes to catch this guy before anyone else gets hurt, I’ll do it.” “Then it’s settled. Tomorrow night is the night, so get plenty of rest.” Maria wrapped up the meeting, collecting her paperwork and walking out, chatting with Steve about the team plan for the following night at the club. “Kid, are you sure you’re okay with this? If you want out, just say so. We’ll get this guy another way.” Tony clapped Peter on the shoulder as they walked out of the briefing room together, heading to the elevator. “I promise, Mister Stark, I’m good. I can do it.” He still looked nervous, but Tony recognized the look of determination in Peter’s face. He hated that look in that moment. “Plus, you’ll be there if anything happens, right? I-I-I mean, the team! The team will be there. And you will be there too cuz you’re on the team! Yeah..,” his voice trailed off as the blush bloomed afresh across his cheeks. Tony nodded and squeezed Peter’s shoulder in what he hoped was a comforting manner. “I’ll be there, kid. Promise.”

10:30pm, and the club’s full to bursting. Men in various states of undress milled around, flirting with customers and delivering drinks. Tony was off to one side, near the hallway that lead to the back rooms for private dances, keeping to the shadows and doing his best to stay hidden. Everyone would recognize Iron Man, and he didn’t need to cause a ruckus when there was so much on the line tonight. “Folks, we have an up and comer heading to the stage tonight. He’s brand new and oh, so shy, so be gentle with him. Give it up for Spyder!” Cheers and applause rose from the crowd as the stage lights slowly came up. And there he was. Peter was wearing a pair of bright blue hot pants and a crimson crop top. His hair was a tousled mess of curls, and there was dark liner smeared around his eyes. He looked like he just rolled out of bed after several rounds of rough sex. Tony groaned quietly and shifted from foot to foot, trying to ignore the aching throb between his legs. ‘Now is NOT the time,’ he thought to himself. Peter started dancing, slow and sensual, rubbing himself against the pole in the center of the stage, his lithe body twisting and bending in ways that really ought to be illegal. Tony bit down hard on his bottom lip and quickly adjusted himself. He was really supposed to be watching Jameson, who was directly in front of the stage. But Tony couldn’t have looked away from the show Peter was putting on, even if there was a gun to his head. The dance was over far too fast for Tony’s liking. Peter walked across the stage, sweat glistening on his body in the bright lights, collecting his tips from the patrons closest to the stage. When he got to Jameson, Tony saw the older man grasp Peter’s wrist tightly and pull him closer to murmur something in his ear. Peter smiled shyly and nodded in response. Tony felt a jolt of white-hot jealousy shoot through his body. He glared at the back of Jameson’s head as the criminal sat back and conferred with his cronies on either side of him. The young man stood up and made his way off the stage as the announcer yelled into the microphone, “One more time, folks, for Spyder!”  The crowd screamed, whistled, and clapped in response. “He asked for a private dance. 15 minutes.” Peter whispered into the comm. Tony felt his muscles stiffen up and he stood straighter, watching Jameson more closely. “We’re all in position. Room 3.” Steve responded.

10 minutes later, Peter emerged from back stage, walking across the club toward the hallway Tony was standing in front of. He’d changed his outfit: no shirt this time, just a pair of black hot pants, black leather cuffs on each wrist, and blood red, strappy high heels. The hot pants left very little to the imagination. The heels made his long legs look even longer. ‘How the hell is he walking so easily in those?’ Tony thought, feeling his arousal flare back to life. A few men stopped him on his way, asking for their own chance at a private dance, or offering to buy Peter a drink. He giggled and thanked them, playing the part of the sweet, innocent new stripper far too well. Tony seethed at the other men silently, watching Peter closely as he slipped out of one man’s grasp. He walked past Tony, sparing a quick glance to his mentor, and then pausing in the hallway to catch his breath. Peter felt like his heart was going to leap out of his chest. He felt dizzy and nervous at what he needed to do. ‘It’s simple. Lead him into room 3, and let the team take it from there. I can do this,’ he thought, and sighed, pushing himself away from the wall. “He’s on the move. Heading your way, Pete.” Tony murmured into the comm. Peter nodded then remembered no one could see him. “Copy that,” he replied quickly.

Jameson grinned when he walked into the hallway and caught sight of Peter. “There you are, baby. Time to have you all to myself.” Peter blushed and started to walk toward room 3. “Wait, let’s go into this one.” Jameson opened the door to room 1, beckoning Peter closer. Peter hesitated. “I-uh. I reserved this one for us, though? Don’t wanna get in trouble with my manager for going into the wrong room, you know?” Jameson shook his head. “It won’t be a problem, don’t you worry. I know the manager. Now come on. I don’t like to be kept waiting.” Peter hesitated again, but then followed Jameson into the room; his heart was pounding so loud that he was sure Jameson would hear it over the thumping bass line of the music coming from the club. ‘FUCK,’ Tony swore in his mind. He’d heard everything through the comm, unsure of what to do. “Cap, what’s the plan here?” “We’re working on it. Which room did he go into?” Steve replied. Tony could here a muffled rustling as the team tried to regroup and find Peter. “I don’t know. I didn’t have eyes on them. Was watching Jameson’s dumbass companions.” Tony replied tersely. ‘If anything happens to that kid, I swear…’ There was a sudden crash and yelling over the comms and Tony ran into the hallway, trying to figure out which room the noise had come from. Steve and the rest of the team came running out as well just as another crash sounded from room 1. Tony ran to the door and ripped it open. “GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIM YOU DISGUTING SON OF A--“ Tony cut himself off when he took in the scene around him. Peter standing over Jameson’s body, which was webbed up to the pole in the center of the space. 3 of Jameson’s crew, who must have already been planted in the room, were also webbed up on the ground. The couch and chair were both toppled on their sides. Peter was panting hard, but grinning. “Got him,” he said simply. Tony grabbed Peter and pulled him into a hug. “Are you okay? How the fuck did you do that?” Peter pulled away slightly and held up his hands. What Tony had thought were leather cuffs were modified web shooters. “Nano bots,” Peter shrugged and blushed. “You left the info about them up on your computer a few months ago, so I decided to try ‘em out. I hope that’s okay…” He looked up at Tony nervously. Tony just laughed and nodded, hugging Peter tight once again. “Yeah, kid. All good.”

Several hours later, the team was splitting up to head off to their rooms to go to bed. “Great work today, Peter,” Maria Hill patted him on the back as she was leaving the debrief meeting. Peter had pulled on a plain black hoodie, but still wore the hot pants and heels. He blushed and fidgeted with the hem of the hoodie as he thanked her. “Come on, kid. Let’s head up to bed. Think you earned a day of sleeping in tomorrow.” Tony led Peter out of the room and into the elevator. The elevator stopped on Tony and Peter’s floor. Tony had insisted that the kid’s room be down the hall from his. He claimed it was because he promised his aunt that he’d watch out for the boy, which was half true. The other half was so that Tony could keep a close eye on the young man for his own selfish reasons. ‘Don’t want him running around with someone who isn’t me,’ the jealous, possessive part of Tony’s brain said. They paused outside of Tony’s bedroom. “M-mister Stark. Can I uh, get your help with something?” Peter was fidgeting and blushing again, staring at the floor. “Sure, kid. What’s the matter?” Tony let his eyes rove across Peter’s face and body, looking for any signs of something wrong. “It’s just that, during the fight with Jameson, the knots on these shoes got pulled really tight, so now I can’t get them off. I just—could you help me out of ‘em?” Peter looked down at his feet and Tony followed his gaze. The straps were indeed pulled tight around Peter’s ankles, looking almost painful. “Of course I can. Come on in and sit down, lemme take a look.” Tony ushered Peter into his bedroom, directing him to sit on the edge of the bed. The older man knelt in front of Peter, pulling one delicate foot onto his knee and studying the knot in the straps. He fumbled with it and tried to get it undone for a minute or two, and then sighed in defeat. “Don’t think it’s coming loose in a hurry. You have any emotional attachment to these shoes?” Tony looked up at Peter who had been staring down at Tony with a mix of awe and arousal, his mouth hanging open slightly. Peter quickly closed his mouth and cleared his throat. “Uh, n-no. Just kinda liked ‘em, but no emotional attachment. Why?” “I’ll buy you a new pair then,” Tony replied as he pulled out a pocketknife. He slipped the blade carefully between the strap and Peter’s ankle and sliced through the leather easily. Peter whimpered and tugged the end of the hoodie over his lap quickly. Tony pulled the straps away and tugged the shoe off of Peter’s foot, rubbing at the indents left behind and looking up at Peter. “Better?” Peter nodded and squirmed in place, trying not to moan at the feeling of his mentor’s hands rubbing his ankle. Tony carefully set the now-freed foot on the ground and pulled the other one closer, giving it the same treatment, rubbing at the pink indents in that ankle as well. He watched Peter closely out of the corner of his eye and saw the boy rubbing his thighs together. Tony set Peter’s foot down and stood up slowly. He knew there was an obvious bulge at the front of his pants, but he found he didn’t care if the boy saw it. “Anything else you need help with, Mr. Parker?” Peter looked up at Tony, blushing, but feeling slightly bolder when he noticed the older man was just as turned on as he was. He stood up, unzipped the hoodie, and shrugged it off. He cocked his hips slightly, pointing at the zipper on the right side. “I think this might have gotten jammed too. Can you help me with it?” Tony smirked and ran his hand slowly from Peter’s ribs to his hip; letting his fingers memorize the soft texture of Peter’s skin. He pinched the tab of the zipper between his thumb and forefinger, tugging it down smoothly. He dipped his hand under the fabric and felt nothing but skin underneath. “Going commando, kid?” Tony teased, cupping a handful of Peter’s firm ass and giving it a squeeze. Peter pressed his body closer to Tony’s, pushing a thigh between the older man’s legs. “Don’t want any unflattering lines while I’m dancing, do I?” He stared up into Tony’s eyes, their faces now less than an inch from one another. “God forbid,” Tony murmured before sliding his free hand into Peter’s tousled curls and angling his head for a deep kiss. Tony tugged softly on Peter’s hair and pulled his body even closer, rubbing their aching cocks together, making the younger man moan around his tongue. Peter’s hands pulled weakly at Tony’s shirt, trying to remove it. The two broke away from one another briefly to toss the offending garment away before Peter all but jumped into Tony’s arms, wrapping his thin legs tight around Tony’s waist. Tony stepped forward and dropped Peter onto the bed. The young man let out a soft squeak of surprise as he hit the bed and bounced slightly, eyes widening as Tony undid his belt and shoved his pants and underwear to the ground. He crawled up the bed toward Peter’s frozen frame until he was towering over the smaller body. He rubbed his rough five o’clock shadow against Peter’s baby-smooth cheek. “What’s on your mind, baby boy?” Peter wrapped his legs back around Tony’s hips and dug his nails into his biceps. Their hard cocks rubbed together once more, only the thin fabric of Peter’s shorts in the way. “W-when I was dancing, I could see you watching me. I was hoping, maybe, you were enjoying it. That maybe…this could finally happen. I’ve wanted this—you--for a long time, Mister Stark.” Peter buried his face in Tony’s neck, embarrassed. Tony kissed Peter’s cheek softly. “Oh, honey. I enjoyed that show you put on way more than I should have. I couldn’t fucking look away. Been thinking about getting you in my bed for far longer than I care to admit.” Peter looked up in surprise and Tony took advantage of this by stealing another deep kiss. Peter pulled away and turned his head to the side, pink spreading up his face from his neck. “What’s the matter, baby?” Peter bit his lip and refused to look at Tony as he replied, “I-um. I’ve never actually…with anyone before. Like, I’ve kissed and stuff but not—“ Tony cupped Peter’s cheek and turned his head to make him look Tony in the eye. “Then I’ll just have to make sure I make tonight even more special for you, huh?” He kissed the younger man once, softly, before pulling away. Tony reached into the drawer in his bedside table and pulled out a bottle of lotion, a bottle of lube and a condom, laying them all on the bed. “Let’s start by getting you relaxed. Lay on your stomach for me.” Peter rolled onto his stomach, propping his head up on a pillow. Tony straddled Peter’s hips and pumped some lotion onto his hands. He rubbed it into the smooth skin of Peter’s back, and then began massaging deep into the muscles. “Bet all that twisting you did when you were dancing tonight made you sore. And fighting those assholes off couldn’t have been easy either.” Peter hummed in acknowledgement, feeling the tension slip away with every deep rub of Tony’s strong hands. Tony worked his way down Peter’s back, paying close attention to every spot that made Peter moan and writhe in pleasure. When he reached Peter’s hips he paused to gently tug down the hot pants Peter still wore. He tossed them away once they were off, and resumed the massage, kneading his fingers into the tight muscles and plump roundness of Peter’s ass. Peter sighed and unconsciously spread his legs a bit as Tony worked his thumbs into the backs of Peter’s thighs. He kept up his ministrations with one hand while the other grabbed the bottle of lube and flipped the cap. Peter made a curious noise at the sound, but Tony shushed him gently. “Just moving on to the next part of the massage, baby. Don’t you worry. Just say stop if you need me to, okay?” Peter nodded and buried his face deeper into the pillow, spreading his legs a little further, knowing what was coming next. Tony leaned down and pressed a light kiss to the top of Peter’s thigh where the back of his leg connected to the rest of his body. He slicked up two of his fingers and slowly teased them between Peter’s cheeks to the tight opening hidden there. Peter gasped and wriggled a bit at the cool slickness, calming again at a few soft words of praise from Tony. “That’s it, Peter, just relax. Doing so well, baby. So, so good for me.” He let his middle finger breach the opening, just to the first knuckle. Peter moaned and tried to press back against the finger for more. Tony chuckled, letting a little more of his finger slide inside the younger man. “Eager for it, aren’t you?” Peter whined and nodded in reply. Once his finger was all the way inside, Tony gently slid it in and out a few times, letting the boy get used to the intrusion. “M-mister Stark, please sir…. more, p-please!” Peter squirmed in such a way that Tony knew he was rubbing himself against the bed beneath him. “Okay, baby. Just relax, I’ve got you.” Tony slipped his finger out, added a bit more lube, and then slid his middle and fore fingers inside together. Peter let out what sounded like a squeak of surprise, his body jumping slightly at the wider intrusion. Tony hushed him again, pausing every few centimeters so the boy didn’t get hurt. Once his fingers were completely in, he started to carefully scissor them apart, opening the boy’s body up a bit more. Peter started unconsciously thrusting back against Tony’s hand, moans and whimpers spilling from his mouth. Tony crooked his fingers until he pressed against the boy’s prostate, making Peter nearly rocket off the bed at this pleasurable surprise. “Oh, FUCK, Mister Stark!” Tony chuckled softly and pressed harder onto the sweet spot inside the younger man. “The mouth on you, baby. Maybe I should stop…” he slipped his fingers out just a little, making Peter cry out. “Don’t you dare, please, please, sir!” Peter tried to reach back and grab Tony’s wrist. Tony caught the boy with his free hand, shushing him. “Sshh, baby, I’m teasing. I’m not stopping unless you say so.” Tony pulled his fingers free, quieting Peter’s soft cry of desperation by sliding three lubed up fingers back inside. After several minutes, Peter started begging softly, “Please, please, I need more. Please sir, I can’t stand it anymore!” Tony pulled his fingers free and grabbed the condom, tearing open the package and rolling it onto himself. He lubed up his latex covered cock and got in position behind Peter. “Wait!” The boy cried out before Tony could start sliding in. The older man pulled away immediately; scared he had hurt Peter in some way. Peter rolled over onto his back, staring up into Tony’s eyes. “I wanted to…to be facing you. I-if that’s okay.” Tony bent his neck and captured the boys’ lips in a searing kiss. “More than okay, honey. You ready?” Peter nodded, grabbing Tony’s clean hand and lacing their fingers together tightly. Tony lined himself up and slowly pushed in, doing his best to hold in the animalistic sound that threatened to escape as the shear tightness and heat of the boy’s body surrounded his cock. Peter arched his back and whined. Tony took advantage of this and tucked his face into Peter’s neck, biting and sucking at the pale skin, leaving a dark bruise behind. Peter squeezed Tony’s hand tight, fighting through the slight burn as the older man’s thick cock stretched him further than he’d ever been stretched before. Tony bottomed out and pressed his forehead against Peter’s, both men panting softly. “You okay, kid? Nothing hurting?” Peter nodded and wiggled his hips, making Tony moan softly and grab the boy’s thigh tightly. “I’m good. But if you don’t move in the next 3 seconds, I might die.” Tony chuckled and thrust softly against the young man’s ass. “We certainly don’t want that.” He sat up and grasped the boy’s ankles, resting Peter’s feet on his chest. “Hold on tight, baby.” He started to thrust, slow and steady, gradually picking up speed. Peter arched his back and reached up, grabbing at the slats in the headboard, using the leverage to help press him down against Tony’s cock as the older man thrust forward. Tony reached down and wrapped his large hand around Peter’s cock, tugging it in time with their thrusts. Peter cried out and moaned at the sensations flooding his body. “I’m not gonna l-last… oh fuck, Mister Stark, I’m g-getting close!” One of Peter’s feet slipped and hooked around Tony’s shoulder. Tony changed the angle of his thrusts, now pounding hard into Peter’s prostate. The boy all but screamed as his body was overloaded with stimulation and his orgasm took over, painting the pale skin of his belly white. Tony growled at the sight, and less than a dozen erratic thrusts later he filled the condom with his release. Both men were trembling from the force of their orgasms. Tony carefully lowered Peter’s legs back down to the bed and pulled out. Peter whimpered at the sudden emptiness in his body and reached out for Tony, blindly. Tony caught his hand and kissed the inside of Peter’s wrist. “I’ll be right back, baby. Just lay still, okay?” Peter barely nodded in response, too blissed out to move. Tony got up on shaky legs and made his way to the bathroom. He disposed of the condom and grabbed a washcloth to clean himself up with quickly. Once done, he grabbed a clean washcloth and got it damp with some warm water. He found Peter in the same position he’d left him in. Tony climbed back onto the bed and started wiping Peter’s belly clean. The boy moaned softly and opened his eyes to watch Tony clean him up. Tony reached down and gently wiped the leftover lube off of Peter’s ass, making the boy hiss softly. Tony stopped immediately and looked up at Peter. “You okay? Did I hurt you?” Peter shook his head and tugged at Tony to lay down with him. “Just a little sore. I’m okay though.” Tony tossed the washcloth away in the direction of the bathroom and let himself be pulled next to the young man. “Thank you, Mister Stark. For everything.” Tony chuckled and kissed the boy gently. “I think given everything we just did, you can call me Tony now, baby boy.” Peter giggled and buried his face in Tony’s chest. Tony tugged a blanket over them both, rubbing his hand over the younger man’s back. Peter’s body tensed as a sudden thought popped up in his mind. “Tony…does this mean that we’re--I mean are you and I—or was it just a—I don’t mind, if that’s what you want—I just, umm--“ Tony hushed the boy gently, kissing his forehead, his cheeks, his nose. “You really think I’m giving you up now that I’ve had you? Nuh-uh, I’m afraid you’re stuck with me now, kid. You’re all mine.” Peter grinned and buried his face in Tony’s chest once more. “All yours.”

#starker #tony stark x peter parker #tony stark #peter parker #protective tony stark #fic

[writeontimey]

WoT - An ocean freeze pots a mind at ease. // Ep 1

Today we have, Beach Bashing, Plant Problems and Today's Poem.

BEACH BASHING

The episode begins by showing a beach. Out of nowhere, Philip, Chris and Joseph appear running along the boardwalk, each one is carrying their own ice cream cart.

PHILIP Ok, Joseph and Chris! Let's sell ice cream!

JOSEPH (sarcastically) Really, Philip? Well, I guess selling computers with ice cream carts would be pretty weird huh?

Philip and Chris look at Joseph, both annoyed.

PHILIP Hey, ignorant, I'm explaining it to the reader.

JOSEPH Oh, already recording? Oops, well, I don't think that was very "ice" of me right now.

Joseph runs to a drum set, plays "ba dum tss" and quickly returns.

JOSEPH Heh, heh!

CHRIS So, will you be making ice puns the whole episode?

JOSEPH Yep, why? Will you give me the "cold shoulder" if I don't stop?

Joseph runs to a drum set, plays "ba dum tss" and quickly returns.

JOSEPH HA!

Chris hands Joseph a giant ice sculpture of a shoulder.

JOSEPH (struggling to hold the ice) AAAAHHH!

He can't hold it and is crushed by the ice.

CHRIS Yep.

JOSEPH (crushed and bruised) Not "cool", dude.

PHILIP Continuing, whoever comes back here with more money wins! See you here at the same place at 5PM!

JOSEPH (already recovered) AND CHRIS Beauty!

PHILIP LET'S GO!

Philip, Chris and Joseph all run to different directions from the beach. The scene focuses on Philip, who is pushing his cart, he walks until he arrives at a man under a parasol. Philip stands in front of the man.

PHILIP Want an ice cream?

PARASOL MAN Why would I want ice cream?

PHILIP To eat it, DUH!

PARASOL MAN Yeah, makes sense, but no, I don't want any.

PHILIP What if there is a reward for buying one?

PARASOL MAN Hmmm, okay, then I'll buy it, is there a reward?

PHILIP No, crap, you're good at business!

PARASOL MAN Yes, I'm a businessman.

PHILIP You know what, I like you, yes I have a horrible taste. What if I make a discount, will you buy one?

PARASOL MAN Maybe.

PHILIP It's 1 dollar, but if you give me 99 cents and I'll accept it!

PARASOL MAN Of course not! Do you think I'm stupid?

PHILIP If I answer it, you won't want to buy it anymore.

PARASOL MAN Make a real discount already!

PHILIP Real? Isn't that brazilian currency? Hey, I only accept dollars here!

PARASOL MAN If you're not gonna make a discount you can leave.

PHILIP Okay, okay. 50 cents for the ice cream and 50 cents for the pot and you'll get the spoon for free!

PARASOL MAN Deal!

The man gives Philip two 50-cent coins, and Philip gives him a strawberry ice cream, Philip then runs off in search of his next client. After that the scene changes for Joseph, talking to a surfer.

JOSEPH Trust me, these ice creams are magical, they make you smarter if you eat them.

SURFER Really? How much is one?

JOSEPH 10 dollars.

SURFER 10 DOLLARS? What a rip-off.

JOSEPH It's inflation.

The surfer gives 10 dollars to Joseph, and the dollars start to float.

JOSEPH See, inflation!

SURFER Yeah, right.

Joseph grabs the floating money and gives the surfer a mint ice cream. The surfer eats some of the ice cream while he looks at the horizon, when looking, he sees Philip, selling ice cream to someone else. Philip's cart has a sign saying "Ice cream, 1 dollar."

SURFER Hey! That guy over there is selling the same ice cream for 1 dollar! I COULD BUY 10 POTS OF ICE CREAM WITH IT!

JOSEPH See? You're already getting smarter!

SURFER Grr, give me my money back!

JOSEPH No refunds!

SURFER Yes refunds!

The surfer takes Joseph's 10 dollars forcefully, and gives him 1 dollar.

SURFER THIS is the correct price.

The surfer leaves eating his ice cream.

JOSEPH (watching the surfer leave, teasing) No, "this" is a pronoun and a determiner!

Philip then arrives pushing his ice cream cart and stays close to Joseph.

PHILIP Well, well, well, trying to make money by lying to the people, how wrong!

JOSEPH It works in politics.

PHILIP Yeah, but only when the person CAN lie, like me!

JOSEPH I lie better.

Joseph grabs a bed and places it on the floor, he then jumps on it and lies down on the bed.

JOSEPH (lying in bed) "Sea"?

Joseph gets a mini drum set, puts it on the bed and plays a "ba dum tss", he then throws the mini drum kit away.

JOSEPH And also, I sell better than you.

PHILIP Is this part of the lie? 'Cuz I sell better.

JOSEPH SO IT'S A CHALLENGE?

PHILIP Challenge within challenge? Deal!

JOSEPH DEAL!

PHILIP DEAL!

JOSEPH DEAL!!

PHILIP DEAL!!

Out of nowhere, a random kid approaches Joseph's cart.

KID Can you give me a...

JOSEPH (looking at the kid) SHUT UP I'M BUSY! (he starts to look at Philip) DEAL! (he realizes what he did and looks at the kid again)

KID Oh, you're busy? Oops.

PHILIP (waving to the kid) Hey, I'm not busy!

KID (giving money to Philip) Cool! I want an ice cream!

JOSEPH N-n-no! I'm not busy! I'm open! I'M OPEN!

PHILIP (giving the kid a pot of ice cream) Hi Open, I'm Selling More Than You.

The kid then leaves with their ice cream. Philip gives Joseph a teasing smile, and Joseph looks at him angrily.

JOSEPH Fine! Now I'm mad.

PHILIP Really, I thought you were Open.

JOSEPH Let the games begin!

The two run each other in the opposite direction.

After that the scene changes to Chris, who arrives next to a man with an angry expression sitting in a chair under his parasol, a waitress approaches him and gives him a beer.

WAITRESS Here sir.

ANGRY MAN ABOUT TIME! WHY DID IT TAKE SO LONG?

WAITRESS What? I went there and came back in less than a minute.

ANGRY MAN ALL OF THAT FOR A MISERABLE BEER, YOU SHOULD HAVE COMMITMENT, AND YOU SHOULDN'T TAKE EVEN A SECOND TO GET A SIMPLE BEER, I BET YOU STOPPED TO TALK TO SOME STUPID FRIEND OF YOURS! AND YOU STILL HAVE THE AUDACITY TO ANSWER THE CUSTOMER LIKE THAT! WHAT KIND OF IRRESPONSIBLE IDIOT ARE YOU? GO AWAY!

The waitress gives the man one last angry look and leaves, angry and sad. After that, Chris, who was nearby and heard everything, looks at the camera.

CHRIS (to the camera only) This is gonna be a good challenge, but I'll give him a chance.

Chris then gently touches the man on his shoulder.

CHRIS Hello sir, would you like an ice cream to chill out?

ANGRY MAN NO! AND GO FIND A REAL JOB, WE ALREADY HAVE TOO MANY USELESS ICE CREAM SELLERS AROUND!

CHRIS (sarcastically) You're nice aren't ya?

ANGRY MAN ESPECIALLY WITH IDIOTS WHO TRY TO SELL ME THINGS I DON'T WANT! IF I WANTED IT I WOULD ASK FOR IT, MONEY ISN'T A PROBLEM! NOW GO AWAY OR I'LL MAKE YOU GO AWAY!

CHRIS Cool, how?

ANGRY MAN Ah, so you're another one that likes to answer customers rudely, aren't ya? LIKE THIS!

The man grabs Chris in one hand, her entire cart on one shoulder and throws both of them with all his strength into the water. The scene then shows Chris with her cart sinking.

CHRIS Okay, he lost the chance.

The scene changes to the man, laughing while standing up, looking at Chris and her cart in the water.

ANGRY MAN Hahaha, that's what you get when you mess up with me.

He then sits down in his chair again, drinks his beer and turns around to throw the empty bottle on the floor behind his back, as soon as he turns around Chris appears out of nowhere behind him, with her ice cream cart intact and dry.

ANGRY MAN AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!

The man gets scared and jumps so high that he hits his head on the ceiling of the parasol, after hitting his head he falls, sitting on his chair with a bump forming on his head, after that the empty beer bottle that was in his hand falls on his head and breaks, making the bump even bigger.

CHRIS There's a bump on your head.

ANGRY MAN (confused and hurt) dOEs It lOok LiKE A gOOsE?

CHRIS No, why it would look like a goose?

ANGRY MAN (confused and hurt) 'cUz tHEn it woULd bE a GooSE bUmP hAhaHAhaHaHAh

CHRIS (for the camera) He must be Aries.

Chris then pulls out a giant megaphone.

CHRIS (shouting into megaphone) HELLO, HELLO, HELLO!

The angry man gets scared again, hits his head on the parasol's ceiling again and falls on his chair… again. When he hit his head, his huge bump went back into his head and disappeared.

ANGRY MAN OOOOOWWWW!!! WAIT...? YOU...? BUT I...? HOW...? YOU WERE...?

CHRIS (jumping on the man's lap) Want an ice cream, buddy? Only 1 dolar.

ANGRY MAN (throwing Chris out and standing up to look intimidating) NO!!! YOU SCARED ME TWICE!!! LISTEN HERE BRAT, WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?

CHRIS I like to think that I'm JungCook's wife. In fact, you kinda look like him... well... only uglier.

ANGRY MAN DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE TALKING TO?

CHRIS Doesn't look like Jimin or Yoongi so… don't care

ANGRY MAN I AM DICK JOHNSON! POLITICIAN, RICH, AND VERY FAMOUS FOR RUINING THE LIVES OF IRRITANT PEOPLE LIKE YOU, I ALREADY DESTROYED HUGE BUSINESSES, AND I WILL DESTROY YOUR DUMB LITTLE ICE CREAM BUSINESS IN A BLINK OF EYES!

The scene shows Chris, with a pillow, lying on the beach sand, sleeping and snoring very loudly, she suddenly wakes up..

CHRIS What? Did you say something?

ANGRY MAN Do you have a problem?

CHRIS I don't have "a problem", but I have "a strawberry", "a chocolate" and I even-

ANGRY MAN GET OUT! GET OUT!

CHRIS Get Out? Ok.

Chris whistles and a big rottweiler enters the scene, on the dog's collar has the name "Out".

CHRIS Here!

The dog starts attacking the man, who screams, after attacking him, the dog stops in front of Chris, who pets it and gives it a treat, the dog then leaves.

CHRIS (to the man, who is hurt on the ground) He's a cutie, isn't he?

ANGRY MAN Ouch…

CHRIS No, "Ouch" is the Pitbull, this one's OUT!

The dog, Out, comes back and starts attacking the man again, he then quickly leaves. The angry man then stands ups, bends down to talk to Chris and screams in her face.

ANGRY MAN (screaming in Chris' face) LEAVE!

CHRIS Uuh, plural of leaf?

ANGRY MAN JUST GO AWAY! THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING!

Chris then pulls out a speech balloon and a Goku from behind her.

CHRIS But are you sayin' or super sayin'?

GOKU KAAAMEEEHAAAMEEEHAAAAA!

Goku uses a Kamehameha on the man, turning him to dust, the ashes that remains of the man falls on his chair.

ANGRY MAN (powder only) The heck?

CHRIS (throwing Goku away and popping the text balloon) You're all burned up, dude.

The man then gets up from his chair and stands trying to make an intimidating pose in front of Chris, who is smiling at him beside her ice cream cart.

CHRIS So, do you want an ice cream?

ANGRY MAN NO! NO! NO! I ALREADY SAID NO! ARE YOU AN IDIOT?

CHRIS Only on days that end with "y".

ANGRY MAN GRRRR... You know what? I'm gonna go to another chair, bye. I HOPE YOU DROWN, DEMON!

The man leaves looking for another chair.

ANGRY MAN HELLO, HELLO? ANYONE USEFUL IN THIS HELLISH BEACH TO HELP ME? I WANT A PARASOL AND A CHAIR RIGHT NOW! AND IT'S BETTER TO BE A COMFORTABLE ONE OR I'LL BREAK IT IN YOUR HEAD!

The scene shows Chris, making a face like she knows that the man won't escape so easily, Chris then looks at the camera.

CHRIS Time for Round 2, folks.

She grabs a ball with the number 2 on it, raises her eyebrows and throws the ball away. The scene then changes to Joseph, who is waiting for a client, finally, a kid approaches.

KID Do you have ice cream?

JOSEPH (sarcastically) No, the sign is a lie.

KID Oh, dang it, I wanted one, okay whatever bye.

The kid starts to run and move away from Joseph.

JOSEPH What? No, I was j... oh whatever, go away!

Out of nowhere a well dressed man approaches Joseph's cart.

MAGIC BEANS TRADER Good day, young man. I would like an ice cream.

JOSEPH Nice, 1 dollar!

MAGIC BEANS TRADER Well, how about something even more precious than money? Three magic beans!

JOSEPH Three magic beans? Do you think I'm stupid?

MAGIC BEANS TRADER Well… um… uuh.

JOSEPH At least give me some cornbread too.

MAGIC BEANS TRADER Deal!

Joseph gives the man a pot of pineapple ice cream, and the man gives him three beans and cornbread, and Joseph eats it right away, the man then goes away.

JOSEPH (looking at the screen) Ha, he thinks he can fool me, (licks his lips) dee-licious.

The scene changes to Chris, flying on the beach with her cart, she then suddenly stops.

CHRIS (paralyzed) Oh no… I just felt! (crying) SOMEONE IN THE TRIO EATING SOMETHING WITHOUT ME! Waaaah.

She starts to fly around with her cart crying, the scene then changes to Philip pushing his cart.

PHILIP ICE CREAM! ICE CREAM! COME GET YOUR ICE CREAM!

A volleyball player approaches him and his cart

VOLLEYBALL PLAYER Hey buddy, homemade?

PHILIP Me? Well, I was made on my home, but I won't get into details 'cuz this show is family friendly.

VOLLEYBALL PLAYER What? No, I'm talking about the ice cream!

PHILIP Well, ice cream is inanimate so I don't think it can have...

VOLLEYBALL PLAYER I AM ASKING IF THE ICE CREAM IS MADE AT HOME!

PHILIP Oh, no, it's made in a pot, there are also some that are made on a stick.

VOLLEYBALL PLAYER FORGET IT!

The volleyball player leaves furious, Philip just makes a confused expression. The scene changes to Joseph talking to another kid.

KID Give me a currant ice cream!

JOSEPH I don't have any currant one, do you want any other flavor?

KID Oh, sure, then gimme a chocolate one and a currant one!

JOSEPH (looks at the screen incredulous) There's no currant, dude.

KID Wow, alright, then gimme a mint one and a currant one.

JOSEPH THERE'S NO CURRANT ONE!

KID For God's sake, you don't have any ice cream do ya?

JOSEPH I DO, I JUST DON'T HAVE CURRANT!

KID ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT! JUST GIMME A CURRANT ONE AND LEAVE!

Joseph looks at the screen and runs away, he goes to a currant bush, grabs some currants, and runs to an ice cream fabric, he then stays 3 seconds inside the fabric and runs back to the kid, holding a pot of currant ice cream.

JOSEPH (reaches out to give the kid the ice cream) Here.

KID YAAY!

Joseph throws the ice cream in the ground and smashes it with a giant hammer, the kid looks at it, scared.

JOSEPH SCRAM!

The kid runs away.

JOSEPH (calmer, looking at the camera) Kids nowadays… aren't they beeeautiful?

Joseph looks at the horizon and sees Philip talking to an elderly woman. The scene focuses on Philip and the woman.

ELDERLY WOMAN Son, what does the strawberry one taste like?

PHILIP (sarcastically) Mango.

The woman looks angrily at Philip, but quickly stops and starts laughing.

ELDERLY WOMAN Hahahahahahah, oh, I love some humorous people, alright give me one.

The woman gives 1 dollar to Philip, and he gives her a strawberry ice cream. The scene again focuses on Joseph, who is outraged by what he saw.

JOSEPH (looking at camera) WHAT? WHY WHEN HE'S RUDE IT STILL WORKS?

A young woman with sunglasses comes close to Joseph, when Joseph sees her his jaw drops.

SUNGLASSES WOMAN Hi, do you have mint?

JOSEPH (in love) Yeah! Do you have a boyfriend?

SUNGLASSES WOMAN Yes.

JOSEPH (excited) Want a second one?

SUNGLASSES WOMAN No.

Joseph, gets sad and grabs two pots of mint ice cream.

JOSEPH (holding two pots of ice cream) With or without chips?

SUNGLASSES WOMAN What kind of chips?

JOSEPH You know, The Titanic, SS Edmund Fitzgerald, S. S. Minnow.

SUNGLASSES WOMAN Oh. Uuuuh… ok, bye.

The woman gets weirded out and walks away.

JOSEPH (looking at camera) Well, guess the "ship" Joseph x Sunglasses Woman was a "wreck".

Joseph slaps his own knee.

JOSEPH I'M A COMEDY GENIUS!

Out of nowhere the screen freezes and a news intro plays. The scene then changes to William, sitting on a news scenary.

WILLIAM BREAKING NEWS! William here, thank you. We are interrupting your reading for a simple reminder. CHIP, with an C, and SHIP with an S, are two different things, don't eat ships or boats or anything similar, and don't put ships in your ice cream, it was just a little pun haha, and the pun is not even good. Don't worry, don't worry, your reading can continue now, just a quick reminder. Thanks.

The news ends and the same intro from the beginning plays. The scene changes to Chris, still flying and crying around with her cart.

CHRIS (crying) Waah, waaah, why didn't he wait to share it with me, why, why.

Chris suddenly stops crying when she sees the angry man from before, who finally found a good chair and parasol, next to him, an elderly man, the one who gave him the chair, the old man is holding a beer. The scene changes to Chris again, she quickly gasps.

CHRIS Why was I crying again?

The scene changes to the angry man sitting on his chair and the old man standing close to him.

ELDERLY MAN We have already went through 10 chairs, just decide it already!

ANGRY MAN WHY ARE YOU COMPLAINING? I AM A CLIENT, YOU HAVE TO SMILE AND EVEN KISS MY FOOT IF I ASK FOR IT, I AM THE AUTHORITY HERE. THIS ONE IS GOOD, GIMME MY BEER AND SCRAM, BECAUSE YOU ANNOY ME, OLD MAN.

The elderly man gives the beer to the angry man and leaves, the man remains calm for a while, then Chris appears out of nowhere behind him and takes a megaphone.

CHRIS (speaking very fast and loudly on the megaphone, imitating a saleswoman) HELLO, HELLO, HELLO! I'm here to present you an amazing product! THE ICE CREAM! Only 1 dollar!

ANGRY MAN AAAAAAHHHHH!

The angry man jumps very high and almost hits his head again on the ceiling of the parasol, but when he is very close to hitting, Chris puts a pillow on the ceiling that cushions the hit. The man then falls sitting in his chair, still panting from the shock.

CHRIS That's the spirit, you know what they say (screaming in the megaphone) I SCREAM FOR ICE CREAM!

ANGRY MAN GRRRRAAAAAAAHHHHH !!! YOU AGAIN!!!

CHRIS Ya' missed me, right?

ANGRY MAN NO!!! I HATE YOU!!!

Chris then calmly gets closer to the man.

CHRIS Now have a pot, and don't be mean. Would you like to buy ice cream?

ANGRY MAN (grabbing Chris and throwing her away) I do not want your dumb ice cream! Now go away or I will scream!

The man throws Chris away, but when he turns around she is just there as if nothing had happened.

CHRIS Would you like a chocolate one? There's also mint and bubblegum.

ANGRY MAN I would not like a chocolate one. And neither mint or bubblegum. I do not want your dumb ice cream! Now go away or I will scream!

CHRIS Would you like napolitan? While being run over by a van?

When Chris says this a van appears out of nowhere and runs over the angry man, leaving him on the ground, injured.

ANGRY MAN (ran over and hurt) I would not like napolitan. While being run over by a van. I do not want your dumb ice cream! Now go away or I will scream!

The man gets up, still pretty injured.

CHRIS Do you want some brown bread? With an anvil in your head?

ANGRY MAN AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!

An anvil then falls on the angry man's head, crushing him.

ANGRY MAN (crushed, below the anvil) I do not want some brown bread. With an anvil in my head. I do not want your dumb ice cream! Now go away or I will scream!

The man gets up and throws the anvil away.

CHRIS Would you, could you, honeycomb? While you hold a ticking bomb?

The man looks at his hands and sees a bomb, he tries to throw it away but it's glued to his hand, he just looks hopeless at the screen and the bomb explodes on him, making his face all black because it burned it.

ANGRY MAN (with his face all burned up, injured) I would not, could not, honeycomb. While I hold a ticking bomb. I do not want your dumb ice cream! Now go away or I will scream!

The man cleans his face and looks at Chris threateningly.

CHRIS Aw, come on, you're on the beach. Try vanilla, lemon, peach!

ANGRY MAN I don't care that I'm on the beach. I won't try vanilla, lemon or peach. I do not want your dumb ice cream! Now go away or I will scream! Seriously, give up, I will not buy it.

CHRIS Geez, you're though, come on, ya gotta try it.

ANGRY MAN NO, I WON'T, ALRIGHT THIS RHYMING IS ANNOYING, I HATE YOU SO MUCH!

CHRIS (crossing her arms) Well, I don't, (jumping on the man's arms) and I think we should stay in touch.

ANGRY MAN (throwing Chris in the sand) I HATE! I HATE! I HATE! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?

CHRIS I understand that you're rude, you know what? Talk to the hand!

Chris makes the "talk to the hand" sign, and a giant hand falls from the sky and smashes the man.

ANGRY MAN (crushed) Ooouch…

CHRIS (excited) The Pitbull?

ANGRY MAN Ugh.

CHRIS Ok, I have a question.

The angry man gets up quickly, throwing the giant hand away.

ANGRY MAN Listen here, if you say "Do you want to buy an ice cream?" I will-

CHRIS Finally surrender and buy the ice cream?

ANGRY MAN NO!!! I DON'T WANT ICE CREAM!!!!!!!

CHRIS Why not?

ANGRY MAN BECAUSE NOT!!

CHRIS Why not?

ANGRY MAN BECAUSE NOT AND PERIOD!!!

CHRIS Why not?

ANGRY MAN BECAUSE I DON'T LIKE ICE CREAM AND I DON'T WANT TO SUPPORT YOUR USELESS BUSINESS!!!

CHRIS Why not?

ANGRY MAN B…well, uuuhhh.

CHRIS Tell me, why are you so rude with everyone? Did you go through the same?

ANGRY MAN Uhhhh...

CHRIS You can tell me.

Chris throws the man's chair away and puts in a therapy chair, the man lies down, she then takes a psychologist's chair and a notebook.

ANGRY MAN (lying down while Chris takes notes) Well, you know, in the past I was poor and had a small business too, I was poor but honest, I tried to stay cool. Until one day several richer people started to make fun of me, they said that I was going to die poor, I was insecure and stressed out, and I started working like crazy to try to be richer than them, I became a monster, I destroyed everyone smaller and took all their money for me, now that I’m rich, I don’t wanna go back to poverty anymore, I’m afraid of that, so I never trust anyone and I’m rude to everyone, to avoid bonding and having more betrayals. What do you think about that, doctor?

Chris stops writing in her notebook.

CHRIS That was...

Chris shows what she had written down, in fact the notebook was just a crossword puzzle.

CHRIS (laughing) ...HILARIOUS, hahahahahahahahaha! Oh poor guy, poor little thing, wah wah, cry cry!

The man jumps out of the therapy chair, insanely irritated, looking at Chris.

CHRIS But, anyways, do you want an ice cream?

The man's veins begin to pulse strongly, he becomes red, foaming with rage, from his ears and nostrils smoke comes out, he raises his hand to Chris. Tired, he calms down, lowers his head in defeat and gives Chris a dollar.

ANGRY MAN If I buy one will you leave?

CHRIS In a blink.

ANGRY MAN Ugh, ok, what do you have?

CHRIS Ice cream.

ANGRY MAN WHAT'S THE FLAVOR?

CHRIS Sweet.

ANGRY MAN GRRRRR!!! Ugh, give me a chocolate one.

CHRIS OK.

Chris opens her ice cream cart to get the man's ice cream, but stops halfway.

CHRIS Hey! Wait a second.

Chris grabs an ice cream pot, opens it and only sees fish, she opens another one and sees vegetables.

CHRIS (angry) Oh poo, I hate when I open the ice cream pot and there's frozen food in it.

She looks at the man.

CHRIS Yeah man, no ice cream today, take your dollar back.

The man takes the dollar and looks at Chris, then he starts to smile.

ANGRY MAN Hahaha, frozen food? HAHA HA! So you never had ice cream? HAHA, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

The man takes Chris's cart and jumps aways, driving the cart like crazy on the beach, doing somersaults and throwing frozen food at everyone.

ANGRY MAN (from a distance, jumping, moving further and further away) HAHAHAHA, FREE FOOD GUYS, TODAY WE HAVE FROZEN FISH, WHO WANTS SOME? HAHAHAHA BLUBLUBLU BUY FROZEN VEGETABLES TOO PEOPLE HAHA!

The scene shows Chris, a little weirded out, she looks at the camera confused and says.

CHRIS Actually, this guy must be Pisces.

A clock on a tower in the distance says it's 5PM, Chris sees the clock and decides to go flying to the boardwalk where the challenge started. The scene then changes to Philip, already on the boardwalk, talking to a girl in a hat and sunglasses.

PHILIP You know, I was thinking, if revenge is a dish best served cold, and revenge is sweet, does it mean that it is ice cream?

HAT WOMAN What? (being pushed) AAAAAHHHH !!!!

Joseph arrives irritated, running over and pushing the girl with his cart.

PHILIP Jeez, (pause) sold nothing, right Joe?

JOSEPH Shh.

Out of nowhere Chris arrives flying without her cart and lands next to Joseph and Philip.

PHILIP Chris, we didn't see you all morning.

JOSEPH Where's your cart?

CHRIS I lent it to a guy.

PHILIP Ok, people, how much did you get?

CHRIS AND JOSEPH 0 dollars.

JOSEPH 0 dollars… buuut, a three beans and cornbread lunch.

CHRIS (angry) SO IT WAS YOU! GRRRRR!

Chris starts to beat up Joseph inside a cartoon cloud fight!

JOSEPH (inside the fight cloud) AAAHHHH!

PHILIP I got 4 dollars. I win! And no, we really can't work as ice cream sellers.

The fight cloud suddenly stops, with Chris and Joseph making stupid poses.

JOSEPH Yeah, now "icy" how bad it is.

Joseph runs to a drum set, plays "ba dum tss" and quickly returns.

JOSEPH I'll lose my sanity, but not the pun.

Chris starts to beat up Joseph in the fight cloud again.

PHILIP But hey, this job may not be for us but I know someone who will like it.

Joseph and Chris stop fighting and go one to each side of Philip.

JOSEPH AND CHRIS What? Who?

PHILIP Leonard the Leaf!

Philip extends his arms off the screen, holds something and brings his arms to the screen again, revealing that he is holding Leonard the Leaf. Philip then throws Leonard on top of his cart.

LEONARD Hi.

JOSEPH The people will not understand this reference, his story hasn't started yet!

PHILIP (looking at camera) But it's the next one, so if you want to know who the heck this guy is, READ THE REST!

Philip, Joseph and Chris look at each other with tired and irritated looks, Leonard just sits in Philip's ice cream cart, looking at the trio with a neutral look.

PHILIP Now let's go home, I hated this beach.

JOSEPH AND CHRIS I agree.

The trio runs off the screen, leaving only Leonard on top of the carts, Leonard looks at the camera confused and the screen closes.

-------------------------------------------------- ------- PLANT PROBLEMS

The scene begins with Leonard in the garden of a house talking to a woman, the garden has huge grass.

HOUSE OWNER Okay, so, I want you to fix my garden. Can I really trust you?

LEONARD Of course, I've been a gardener since kindergarden.

HOUSE OWNER It's… kindergarTen.

LEONARD Whatever.

HOUSE OWNER But wait, aren't you a leaf? Isn't a leaf cutting other leaves a little strange?

LEONARD What? Are you saying that all the leaves are the same?

HOUSE OWNER No, it's just… um… nevermind, how long have you been a gardener to have so much experience?

LEONARD Who do you think planted the Garden of Eden?

HOUSE OWNER WAS IT YOU?

LEONARD Exactly.

HOUSE OWNER "Ezacly"? Who is it? A friend of yours?

Leonard looks at the camera a little surprised.

LEONARDO (sarcastically) Yes.

HOUSE OWNER Okay, so seriously, how long have you been a gardener?

LEONARD Since I saw the ad saying you needed one.

HOUSE OWNER Ugh, I feel like I'm making a mistake.

LEONARD Take it easy, the lawn will be beautiful like me.

HOUSE OWNER (concerned) Is… is that a threat?

Leonard looks at the camera with a sarcastic look.

LEONARD I can see how someone like you would think that.

HOUSE OWNER What do you mean by that?

LEONARD Exactly.

Leonard shoves the woman into her house.

HOUSE OWNER Huh? What does your friend has to do with anything?

Leonard then locks the door.

LEONARD Let's see, what can I do.

Leonard looks at the lawn mower, picks it up and starts mowing the lawn.

LEONARD HEY HEY HEY! What's that, narrator? Are you dumb? Do you think I'm going to do something as simple as that? YOU can be a simpleton like that, but I'm Leonard the Leaf, I can do better than that.

You said "that" four times.

LEONARD And is THAT your problem?

Whatever, Leonard starts to think, until he has an idea and a light bulb appears in his head.

LEONARD A light bulb? How cliché, I can do better than that!

The light bulb gets angry at Leonard and breaks itself in his head.

LEONARD Ow! HEY!

And an anvil falls on Leonard and crushes him.

LEONARD (crushed and hurt) NARRATOR!

And a ship also falls o-

LEONARD Ok, ok, I won't be mean anymore!

Alright then. A glowing mushroom appears in Leonard's head and he has an idea.

LEONARD Now that's more creative! And I have an idea, I'll get cleaning products and mix with herbicide, the mixture of the two things will kill the whole grass. Genius.

Leonard starts picking up various products without even looking, and when he goes to get the herbicide, he gets a liquid fertilizer by accident. Leonard then pours them all into a bowl and starts mixing everything with a wooden spoon.

LEONARD I am so smart.

Leonard takes the wooden spoon out of the bowl to put on the floor. The moment he was taking it out of the bowl, a small carnivorous plant bites his foot.

LEONARD OW! HEY!

Leonard kneels and gets closer to the carnivorous plant that bit him.

LEONARD (angry) Listen here! (pointing at the plant) You little wretch, how dare you bite the great Leonard the Leaf? I warn you, if you do it again, you will be the first one to die.

When Leonard finishes saying this, the carnivorous plant bites his index finger hardly.

LEONARD AAAAHHH! (sucking his finger) Okay!

Leonard takes the wooden spoon and dips the tip of it in the bowl, soaking it with the mixture. He then lets the mixture drip onto the carnivorous plant, which begins to melt.

LEONARD That's what you get for messing with LEONARD THE LEAF!

The melting carnivorous plant suddenly grows and becomes gigantic in front of Leonard.

CARNIVOROUS PLANT ROOAAR.

LEONARD (intimidated) Can we talk about that?

The carnivorous plant swallows Leonard, chews him, makes a disgusted face, and spits him out. After that the plant detaches from the ground and runs away. The scene then shows Leonard chewed and bruised on the side of the bowl.

LEONARD (bruised, with a bump on his head) aND tHeN tHEy ThiNk IT's wEiRd thAT i wAnT To kiLL pLaNTs

Leonard then gets up, enraged, looking at the bowl.

LEONARD The heck? Why didn't it work? Did I put something wrong?

Leonard looks at the chemicals and sees the liquid fertilizer can he accidentally put.

LEONARD Oh. So it was this! (shouting) GO AWAY STUPID THING!

Leonard throws the can of liquid fertilizer away, the can falls on top of the lawn mower, activating it. The mower starts to walk across the lawn, shaking and making the can drop liquid fertilizer all over the garden. Everywhere, carnivorous plants start to grow and look at Leonard.

LEONARD How the heck there are so many carnivorous plants here?

Leonard prepares to run away, but the lawn mower passes over him, cutting him all up. After that, all the giant carnivorous plants start attacking Leonard, who screams loudly, after a while, the plants come off the ground and run away, leaving Leonard completely butchered on the ground. Leonard gets up furious and in an impulsive action, without thinking, kicks the bowl with the mixture away.

LEONARD (sad and worried) I feel that this was a mistake.

The bowl falls on an apple tree, and makes it and its apples become giant.

LEONARD Woah!

Leonard comes closer to the giant apple tree, which has the bowl that Leonard kicked at the top.

LEONARD (looking up) That's all I needed! How am I going to get this stupid bowl from this dumb tree.

Leonard kicks the tree in anger.

LEONARD (with his foot hurting) MY FOOT!

Leonard begins to hold one of his feet in pain while he bounces in circles with the other, the bowl at the top of the tree then falls on him.

LEONARD (bruised under the bowl) My FoOt, hEaD, SHoUldERs, EarS, And EveRYthiNG eLsE…

One of the giant apples fell from the tree, crushing the bowl and Leonard.

LEONARD (bruised under the bowl and the giant apple) Ok, I wiLL TRy sOMetHinG siMpLe…

The screen closes and the scene changes to Leonard using the lawn mower to mow the lawn.

LEONARD (sarcastically) Oh really, narrator? You're so smart aren't you.

And then a ship-

LEONARD NONONONO! SORRY, SORRY!

Yeah, continuing. Leonard is mowing the lawn quietly, until an elderly neighbor appears at the garden fence.

NEIGHBOR Are you the new gardener?

LEONARD (mentally) Oh my tree, is everyone in here a Captain Obvious?

Leonard still walking with the lawn mower looks at the neighbor.

LEONARD (sarcastically) No, I'm a thief, but I only steal houses with nice gardens, so I'm fixing this one to steal it later.

The neighbor understands the sarcasm and makes an annoyed face.

NEIGHBOR Well, this garden is so badly cut that it ACTUALLY looks like you're vandalizing it. I mean, I bet you don't even know anything about plants.

Shocked, Leonard takes his hands off the lawn mower still on and goes in front of the neighbor.

LEONARD (angry and shocked) What? Are you looking at me? I AM a plant! AND I AM LEONARD THE LEAF, I understand everything and anything!

NEIGHBOR Okay, so tell me. (pointing to a random direction in the garden that Leonard is in) From what family that plant is?

LEONARD Is from the owner of this house's family, which by the way is called House Owner, weird name, right?

NEIGHBOR Well, my name is Neighbor so I don't judge. ANYWAYS, DO NOT CHANGE THE SUBJECT! (pointing in a random direction) What plant is that?

LEONARD Hmm. Well, I only know the scientific name, it's a Mammillaria?

Out of nowhere Philip, Joseph and Chris appear on Leonard's side.

PHILIP HEY!

LEONARD AND NEIGHBOR AAAAH!

PHILIP Leo! This show is supposed to be family friendly!

LEONARD W-what the heck are doing here? You already had a story!

PHILIP We are preventing you from contaminating readers' minds with foul words.

LEONARD These are plants names.

PHILIP Yeah, right, nice excuse.

Leonard looks at the camera annoyed, he then puts Philip, Chris and Joseph in a box and kicks the three away.

LEONARD (looking at the neighbor) So, I got the name of the plant right, are you convinced?

NEIGHBOR Hmm, okay, (pointing to a random direction) but, what's that one?

LEONARD Um… a Bifora testiculata!

Out of nowhere Philip, Joseph and Chris appear on Leonard's side again.

LEONARD AND NEIGHBOR AAAAHH!

LEONARD AGAIN?

PHILIP That's what the narrator said.

True.

CHRIS Leo, are you going to stop or not?

LEONARD (annoyed) THESE ARE PLANT NAMES!

Leonard takes a bucket, shoves the trio into the bucket, turns around and throws it away.

LEONARD (looking angrily to the neighbor) ARE YOU CONVINCED OR NOT? IDIOT!

NEIGHBOR Not yet.

LEONARD For the love of the tree, okay, gimme another question, THE LAST QUESTION.

NEIGHBOR Now say the name of (pointing to random direction), that one!

LEONARD A Pinus rigida.

Out of nowhere Philip, Joseph and Chris appear on Leonard's side again, this time, Joseph is holding a giant hammer.

LEONARD AND NEIGHBOR AAAHH!

LEONARD (furious) WHAT IS IT?

JOSEPH We warned you.

Joseph smashes Leonard with the giant hammer.

LEONARDO (crushed and bruised) $#&@

PHILIP (looking at Chris and Joseph) Sailor mouth, huh?

Joseph and Chris nod yes to Philip, after that, the trio leaves jumping away. Leonard gets up furiously and looks at the old neighbor.

LEONARD ANY OTHER QUESTIONS, SON OF A...

The lawn mower Leonard let go and left on before comes back and runs him over. Out of nowhere, Philip, Chris and Joseph appear on the side of Leonard, who is all cut up on the ground.

PHILIP Son of a what?

LEONARD (cut on the ground) Don't you dare.

NEIGHBOR No more questions, you really do know a lot about plants, huh?

LEONARD (cut on the floor) Of course, I'm the great Leonard the…

The lawn mower runs over Leonard again, making him even more cut up.

LEONARD LeAF.

The screen closes and the scene changes to Leonard on the side of another bowl, with the same chemicals as before.

LEONARD I knew I shouldn't have given up on the first idea just because of a silly mistake, I am a genius, I will never doubt myself again.

Leonard takes a can of herbicide.

LEONARD THIS TIME, I AM SURE THAT I PUT THE FREAKING RIGHT BOTTLE!

Leonard puts the herbicide in the cleaning product mix and mixes everything.

LEONARD (mixing) Yes, perfect, FINALLY.

Leonard starts to throw his mixture everywhere, and where he throws it, the grass dies. While he does this, the owner of the house leaves the house to check how everything is going.

HOUSE OWNER So, Leonard, I came to see how you are… MY GOD WHAT IS THAT?

The lady sees her lawn in a horrible state because of all the things that happened.

HOUSE OWNER (shocked) ARE YOU KILLING THE GRASS? I JUST WANTED YOU TO CUT IT! AND WHAT'S THAT GIANT APPLE DOING THERE? AND WHY SO MANY HOLES IN THE GROUND? AND WHY THERE'S A GIANT HAMMER HERE?

LEONARD Calm down, calm down, I can explain! I'm killing the grass because it's smarter than mowing it now and having to mow it again later, the giant apple is because I made a magic mixture that made things grow in size, the holes were made by giant carnivorous plants that came out of the ground and attacked me, and the giant hammer is from a boy who magically appeared here with his 2 friends and crushed me with it.

The woman looks at Leonard in disbelief.

LEONARD It's true.

The woman kicks Leonard off her lawn, and he flies away until falling into a trash can. He then takes a piece of paper and a pencil and erases "gardener" off a list of possible jobs.

LEONARD Meh, I was too good for gardener anyways.

Leo looks at the camera angrily, the screen closes and the episode ends.

-------------------------------------------------- ------- TODAY'S POEM

And now the curtains open, and it shows in the scene, Philip, Chris and Joseph, who are looking at the screen.

PHILIP It's time for today's poem, and now for your delight!

CHRIS We're gonna read a poem, DUH, kinda obvious, am I right?

Joseph takes a paper, with the poem of the day, and now we all wonder, what will this fool say?

JOSEPH HEY!!!

PHILIP Yo, come on Joe, no delay!

CHRIS Yeah, otherwise, boss won't pay.

Joseph calms down and with a look of concentration, he start to read it, with no hesitation.

JOSEPH Mary had a little lamb So she put it in a pan And ate it with jam I dunno why she would do this, man But if she can do it, you also can

CHRIS And that was today's poem.

PHILIP Now, SCRAM!

#episode #writing #comedy #humor

[captainillogical]

Devil’s Ballroom Ch.7

A year after the events from the earth’s final attack, Little Homeworld is finally complete, and there’s a new jazz bar where gems and humans mingle and drink. - As you’re typing back a reply, someone pulls the stool out next to you and takes a seat. You see a sliver of pink out of the corner of your eye as you try not to actually Look. Oh god. It’s her. God can’t help us now.

Spinel/Reader

collab with my lovely wife @firstofficertightpants​

ya’ll im sorry lmao

You spend the rest of your evening doing exactly none of the errands that you needed to deal with today. Instead, you're laying on your couch and texting your friends.

         Y/N: I'm so tornnnn.

     Y/N: Do I say something about the cheek smooch?

     Y/N: Should I leave it be?

     Y/N: Because she's texting like nothing happened.

     Y/N: What if I'm reading too much into it??

     Y/N: What if that's just how she shows friendship affection???

     Y/N: I might make it so fucking awkward if I assume something!

     Y/N: This entire ordeal is mortifying!!!

     Y/N: I want nothing more than to dig a big hole and lie in it forever.

     Y/N: I might be low-key having a panic attack about this rn but what's new.

     Harper: Y/N. chill. you're way overreacting to this.

     Harper: even if it meant nothing, she still likes you as a friend right?

     Harper: i think it would take a lot for her to like.. not wanna stay friends lol.

     Alex: im just saying you could probably kiss her and she'd be ok with it

     Alex: cheek kisses are pretty forward

     Harper: don't listen to him. all of his relationships ended in failure.

     Alex: wow

     Alex: im seriously hurt

     Harper: am I wrong?

     Alex: no..

     Harper: my point exactly.

     Harper: i’m not saying you have nothing to lose or anything.

     Harper: because i myself had to tread very carefully with leah..

     Harper: but i think you should just see where it goes and not like

     Harper: put too much emphasis on this incase it was nothing.

     Y/N: Yeah see now you have me worried it WAS nothing!!

     Alex: oh my goooooooddddddddddddddd

     Alex: the both of you approach women so.. pathetically

     Alex: take a risk

     Alex: live a little

     Alex: what is seriously the worst that could happen

     Alex: she kills you??

     Alex: lmao

     Alex: its funny cuz of.. you know

     Harper: i can’t wait to be home and smothering him with a pillow instead of affection.

     Y/N: You and me both.

     Y/N: Try being the only one available to play games with him.

     Alex: both of you fucking love me okay

     Alex: alsooooooo i get to be home the day after tomorrow

     Alex: the alex is back, babieeeeee

     Y/N: Harper please come home I’m BEGGING you.

     Harper: sorry you gotta deal with him alone for another month lmao.

     Y/N: Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

     Alex: can i get a fucking crumb of love here please

         You swipe over to the couple of messages Spinel has left you in the past couple of minutes while you were talking to your friends.

         Spinel: It’s another stupid ball, I just found out.

     Spinel: I told her that I’m sitting this one out this time.

     Spinel: She has so many others that would absolutely love to help her, and yet, still absolutely insists that I must be there.

     Spinel: I don’t want to go back to homeworld right now, and not for this.

     Y/N: And you put your foot down? Hell yeah, dude.

     Y/N: Planning a ball for a bunch of gems sounds like a chore anyway.

     Spinel: oh, it is, believe me.

     Spinel: And they need everything to be PERFECT.

     Spinel: Which isn’t realistic anymore now that they don’t expect any of the gems to stay in line with their gem class nowadays.

     Spinel: The last ball they threw almost 4 months ago was utterly chaotic.

     Y/N: For thousands of years y'all as a race never pushed to deviate from the norm, and now that you guys are allowed to? I’d go batshit with it too.

     Y/N: Being stifled in everyday life, and finally you’re free?

     Y/N: Fuck, I’d go around fusing with anyone!

     Spinel: That is precisely what too many of them did.

     Y/N: Lmao. I wish I could’ve seen that.

         You tab back over to your group chat for a moment to see what they’re talking about.

         Harper: see? they’re everywhere.

     Harper: i wasn’t expecting the campsite to have so many.

     Alex: you could have built an army and instead you took pictures

     Alex: do you know how easy it is to lure chipmunks?

     Alex: oh that lil guy on the bottom right is so fucking chunky i love him

     Harper: that’s the one that got the closest when i fed them. :3

     Alex: oh i fuckin BET

     Alex: you dont get that chubby in the wild without takin a few risks

     Alex: if u know what i mean ;)

     Harper: i hate whatever you just implied.

     Y/N: It’s not a conversation with Alex unless you roll your eyes at least 3 times.

     Alex: hey i thought it was 4 times

     Alex: dont insult me

     Alex: anyway, y/n

     Alex: are you workin the day i come back

     Y/N: Yeah I’m actually scheduled a double.

     Alex: scheduled

     Y/N: Yes.

     Alex: a double

     Y/N: Yes.

     Alex: he can’t SCHEDULE you a DOUBLE

     Y/N: He can if he asks me ahead of time as a favor.

     Alex: that fuckin bastard

     Alex: always ruining my plans

     Harper: you’re still mad at him for firing you last summer, huh.

     Alex: OF COURSE I AM

     Y/N: Bro you stole like $300 of cotton candy sugar that summer.

     Y/N: It’s only fair.

     Y/N: Besides, I’m only doing this because he said he’d give me a long weekend for it.

     Alex: kay well

     Alex: i guess i’ll just go bug you at work and wait for you to get off that day :'(

     Y/N: Get me written up again, I swear to god.

         Your phone chimes several times, and you swipe down to see messages from both Spinel and Steven. You check Spinel's first.

         Spinel: Do me a favor and ignore any messages Steven has sent you.

     Y/N: What are you, my boss?

     Spinel: I MEAN IT

         You quickly switch over to Steven's texts.

         Steven: I was going to ask you if your date with Spinel went okay, but I'm assuming it went fine considering she hasn't really stopped talking about you.

         Ohhhh my god, this is wild. You reply to him.

         Y/N: It wasn't a date as far as I know.

     Y/N: I had fun.

     Y/N: She's telling me to not read your messages, lmao.

     Y/N: Also what do you mean she hasn't stopped talking about me??

     Steven: She’s been lying on my floor for the last hour basically gushing about you.

     Steven: But you didn’t hear that from me!

     Steven: :D

     Y/N: Haha thanks, kid.

         You switch back over to text Spinel, and get up off the couch to make yourself some tea. Pulling out your kettle, you turn the stove on and grab some raspberry flavored abomination tea bag that your dad loves more than any of the other good tea flavors.

         Y/N: Sooooo.

     Spinel: You talked to him, didn’t you.

     Y/N: Hahaha noooo. :)

     Spinel: The fuck did he say?

     Y/N: Absolutely nothing.

     Spinel: Seriously? I was sure he’d reveal something embarrassing.

     Y/N: Nope! You should probably get off his floor eventually, though.

         Your kettle goes off and you grab a clean mug, and pour the boiling water into it along with the tea packet. You look down at your phone, and grin.

         Spinel: goddammit.

         You let the bag steep for a little bit, and add in a small amount of sugar. Walking up to your bedroom you take a snap of Jellybean half lounging, half falling off the stairs and send it to Spinel. She replies with a couple heart emojis, and you wonder if Steven was the one to show her the proper use of them. You set your cup of tea down on your desk, and turn your computer on. It’s evening now, and it’s much too late to do anything left with the rest of your day productivity-wise, so you settle in on playing more minecraft. Your thoughts wander quite a bit, and you find yourself stuck on thinking about Spinel. Naturally. You wonder about a lot of things she’s learned while staying on earth, from things like - does she pay rent? Does she have a job? Does she know what taxes are? Does she know what a relationship with a human looks like? She said she watched a movie, but didn’t exactly elaborate. You don’t know what human-norms she’s been exposed to. You can’t even concentrate enough to mine any of this redstone for Alex, and you nearly die in-game when the thought of ‘does she know what sex is?’ pops into your mind. You grab your phone and shoot Spinel another message.

         Y/N: Quick question.

     Y/N: If you don’t mind me asking.

         It takes her a few minutes to reply.

         Spinel: Sure?

     Y/N: Do you know how humans are made?

     Spinel: w

     Spinel: Yes?

     Spinel: Steven told me about it a few weeks ago actually.

     Spinel: Why are you asking?

     Y/N: No reason! Just curious is all.

     Spinel: Hm.

         Yeah you’re not too confident that she actually knows, and you’re too chickenshit to elaborate right now. You’ll enlighten her later. You spend the rest of the night browsing memes on your phone, and texting your friends and Spinel on occasion. Before you know it, your eyes drift close with your phone in hand.

     You wake up when your alarm goes off for your morning shift, and curse at yourself for not charging it last night. It’s at a solid 32%, which isn’t really enough to go about your day, but you’ll have to make do. You get ready for a hopefully not shitty day, lock up the house, and head in to work.

     It’s a complete shitshow when you come in, and you turn your phone off to save battery and concentrate on dealing with more than an average amount of tourists. You find Mr. Smiley sleeping in the breakroom/office/supply closet, and have half a mind to lock him in there from the outside for the rest of your shift. It’s pretty busy, and messy, and it isn’t until you’re there for several exhausting hours that you finally have enough time for a break. You turn your phone on, and instantly you’re flooded with messages from several different people. Ugh.

           A couple from your dad - just checking in, really. Group chat too as usual, but none of it seems overly important. One from Spinel, and several from Steven. You open up Spinel’s message first.

         Spinel: Do you think we could talk about a couple of things later?

         Vague, and a little concerning. You text back an apology for getting back to her so late, and open the messages from Steven.

         Steven: Hey are you busy?

     Steven: I’m dealing with a bit of a situation right now, and could use your help.

     Steven: Spinel locked herself in my bathroom, and she won’t come out.

     Steven: She refuses to answer to anyone, and several of us have tried.

     Steven: I’m just really worried about her, and you guys seemed to bond, so I was hoping..

     Steven: That maybe you could come over?

     Steven: Thanks regardless.

         You check the timestamp, and that was over an hour ago. Jesus christ.

         Y/N: Steven I’m so sorry, my phone was off and I’m at work, give me a few and I’ll be right over, okay?

     Y/N: I’ll be quick.

         He replies almost immediately with a “please” and you pocket your phone. You try not to worry too hard about Spinel as you rush over to grab your things, and knock on Mr. Smiley’s office/broom closet door. He opens it groggily, clearly just waking up.

     “Yeah?” he slowly blinks at you.

     “I gotta leave early. Emergency.” You stare at him, trying to not be pissed at his lack of work ethic.

     “Are you for real? You’ve got another 3 hours left.” He says and crosses his arms, and you glare at him.

     “I’ve been working my ass off while you’ve been sleeping this whole time, AND I’m covering your ass tomorrow so you can go meet your old friend! So the LEAST you can do is let me go early when I have an emergency!!!” You almost yell out at him, and he holds his hands up in defense.

     “Okay, okay! Fine. Only because you’re a good worker.” He says, and has the gall to look at least a little ashamed of himself.

     “Damn right I am.” You spin around and head out of the building, practically running.

     You almost trip and bite it several times on the way over to Steven’s place, but you’re more worried about Spinel. You’ve only been to his place twice, but once you’re there you run up the stairs and open the door without knocking. You’re greeted by the only two people in the living room, Pearl, and Steven.

         “Oh, she’s here!” Pearl says and nudges Steven, who looks up from typing on his phone.

     “Y/N! Thank god you’re here.” He says with furrowed eyebrows.

     “What happened?” You say and shut the door, and cross the room over to him.

     “I’m not sure! We were just working on something together for Amethyst, and she got a call from Blue and Yellow. She’s been ignoring them lately, and they’ve been bothering me in turn because of that, so I asked her to take the call just see what they want.” He runs his hand through his brown curls, and just for a moment, you see that 12 year old him in again. The obvious stress masks just how young he really is, and you feel bad that he can’t live life like a normal kid. “She went outside to take the call, and was out there for quite a while. I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but I did hear some yelling. And just when I was going over to make sure they were alright, she comes back in tears, eyes spiraling like months ago, and nearly knocks Pearl over rushing into the bathroom.”

     “And nothing since?” You inquire, fidgeting with your hands.

     “No,” He says, frustratedly. “I’ve been trying to reach the diamonds to see what this is all about, but I’ve only been getting the pearls. I don’t know what to do. She hasn’t been like this in months. What were they talking about to make her this upset?”

     “Maybe I can find out. You said she’s in your bathroom?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

     “Yeah, the one right over here.” He says and points to it.

     “Is it locked?” You ask.

     “No,” Pearl glances towards the bathroom door and crosses her arms. “The lock has been broken on it for a while, since Peridot joined us actually. Both Garnet and I tried opening it, but I think once Spinel hears someone trying to come in she blocks the door.”

     Hm.

     “I’m gonna try something, but you guys are gonna wanna stay away.” You say to the two of them. “I don’t want to overwhelm her with more than one person.”

     “Let us know if we can do anything?” Steven makes to pass by you and gives your arm a light squeeze. “And thanks for coming to help.”

     “Anytime, dude.” You give him a half smile, and walk over to his bathroom. You turn to take a look back at the other two, and they’re already in the kitchen discussing something in soft tones. You move to knock at the door, make two light taps against the frame, and wait for an answer.

     A couple seconds pass, and nothing. Not even any movement. Nervously, you knock again, a little louder this time, and wait for a good ten seconds.

     Still nothing.

     You take a deep breath, reach out to grab the door handle, and very slowly and quietly open the bathroom door. You see nothing but absolute darkness, and step in. You feel around the wall to your right and flip a switch just as you close the door behind you with an audible click. The room instantly floods with the dark red light of the heat lamp, and before you can even think about finding another light source, you find yourself slammed up against the wall and let out a surprised yelp. You open your eyes to see Spinel’s face inches from yours, pupils wild, her hands splayed against your shoulders.

     “U-um,” Your voice cracks a little. “Hey.”

     You watch her eyes take a second to find yours, and almost instantly, she lets you go, arms trembling.

     “W.. what are YOU DOING HERE!?” She cries, large tears pouring down her face, eyebrows raised in confusion, mouth trembling. Her hair is in loose pigtails, strands untamed around her face, cheeks stained with tear tracks. She looks like a mess, and your heart breaks, just a little. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt y-”

     “I’m fine.” You cut her off. “I should have said who it was outside the door, I’m sorry. And um.. Steven texted me while I was at work, and told me what was going on so I rushed over..” You trail off as you watch Spinel’s entire body shake, and she covers her face with both of her hands.

     “I can’t believe I just did that.” You hear her wavering voice, muffled behind her fists, and she lets out a choked sob. “Maybe they were right. M-maybe I’m not meant to-” She quickly moves her hands down to look at the floor with wide, vulnerable eyes, and struggles to form the rest of her words. You hear her breathing pick up pace, and you’re starting to realize she’s hyperventilating.

     “Spinel, look at me.” Her eyes shoot up to yours, lips trembling. “I need you to breathe.” You do what your friends have always done with you, and gently grab both of her hands and hold them with yours, thumbs stroking her palms in slow circles. She freezes up instantly, and you’re about to panic, because while a familiar touch helps ground you, you register that maybe it’ll make it worse for her. But before you can pull your hands away, her hands relax ever so slightly, and she lets out a shaky breath. “Good. Just like that.” You motion for her to follow your breathing inverals, and she copies you, hands still shaking in yours.

     It’s been a while since you’ve had to deal with something like this, but you’re thankful for having similar life experiences. After a solid minute or two of this her breathing is back to a normal pace, but she’s still crying, and now not meeting your eyes. Almost like she’s avoiding them.

     “Look, I.. I don’t know what happened with you and the diamonds, but you can talk to me about it if you’d like. No pressure, though.” You give her hands a small squeeze, and she whimpers, looking up to meet your gaze. Tears are still actively streaming down her face, and you have no idea how to make any of this better. It physically hurts you to see her like this.

     “C-can I not talk about it? I don’t think I’m ready..” She pulls a hand from yours, and wipes at her face. She just kind of smeared half of her face with wetness, and she looks miserable.

     “You don’t have to talk about anything, Spinel.” You look at her, making sure she sees it in your eyes. You slowly let go of her other hand, and hold your arms out in a silent question instead. Her mouth opens slightly, the red glow of the light around her making her look extremely vulnerable and soft, and she looks at your open arms with a blank face for a moment before understanding. Almost instantaneously, she throws herself against you and wraps her arms around your shoulders, shoving her face into the cradle of your neck. You envelop your arms around her tightly, giving her sides a squeeze, and you feel her start to shake again.

     She lets out an unsteady sigh, and hiccups out another small sob. You pull her to lean fully against you as you stand there, bracing your back against the bathroom door. She lets you maneuver her, and you rest the side of your face against her temple while she cries. You resign yourself to letting her cry on you until she’s done, if she needs to.

       You feel her sniffle against your neck, and try not to mind that she’s getting your shirt soaked. You give her back a few gentle rubs, feeling her body quiver against yours as she’s trying to control her choked breathing. You’re not really counting the minutes, as right now you’re currently having way too many rampant thoughts about what the fuck the diamonds could’ve said to her. You’re mad as hell, honestly, and if you could say shit to them, you would in a heartbeat. You don’t want to make anything worse for her though, as much as you want to steal her phone and video call them to curse them out. It takes a few more minutes, but eventually her crying dies down, and you feel her breathing even out. Slowly, she dislodges her arms from twisting around you two, and you feel a sigh, her breath hot against your neck. You do your best to school your facial expression as you’re realize just how close you are to her, and she pulls her face from its resting position to look at you. She looks awful.

       “U-um,” She lifts up her hand to attempt to wipe her face, failing to rub half the tears away. “I don’t really want to go out there yet..”

       “You don’t have to.” You say, quietly. “I can leave if you’d like some quiet to yourself.” Her face looks panicked for a second, and she grabs your wrist.

       “Please don’t leave me.” She says, voice wavering again. You try not to let your heart shatter at her tone.

     “I won’t if you want me here.” You say, and sigh softly. “Here, hold on a second.”

     She lets your wrist go as you move slightly over to the sink, turn the hot water on, and grab a clean hand towel from the counter. You soak it in water, and squeeze out all the excess. Towel in hand, you turn back to her, and she’s looking at you cautiously. You lift the towel slightly, motioning to her face.

     “May I?” You ask, and she nods slightly.

     Tenderly, you brush a couple strands of hair away from her face, grasp her chin with your left hand and pull her forward, gently pressing the towel to her cheek. She closes her eyes, and her shoulders sag a little as she lets you dab at her face, cleaning her of any tear stain marks. She sighs into your touch, and it strikes you that it would be so easy to just.. lean in and kiss her.

       Your brain almost short circuits and you snap your thoughts back to reality. There’s a time and place for everything. This is not the time, nor the place.

       Once you’re satisfied that she looks a lot better than before, you pull your hands away to toss the rag in the sink, and Spinel, for a brief moment, looks disappointed that you had stopped. Which.. kind of gives you an idea.

       “Can I try something? Harper used to do this thing with me when I.. had similar breakdowns.” You ask her. She raises her eyebrow in response, clearly exhausted from crying so much. “Here.” You say, and take her hand and lead her over to the rim of the bathtub. You sit down on the edge, and motion for her to sit in front of you on the floor. She takes a seat in front of you, still confused, but obeys nonetheless. “Can I touch you?” You ask her, watching her face to make sure she’s alright.

       She looks up at you, the red light in the room flooding the entirety of her face, making her hair darker, and the whites of her eyes a bit more dramatic.

     “Yeah.” She says in reply, voice tired.

     You reach out to her hair, and stop for a moment.

     “Can I have you face the other direction, actually? Come over here.” You move to open your knees, making enough room for Spinel to turn around and lean against the bathtub. She’s close to you again.

     “What are you..” She trails off as you start to take the hair ties out of her pigtails, one after the other. It takes a second, as it’s a bit tangled, but you manage to get both out, and let her hair fall down. You comb out her hair with your fingers, gently, and she sighs audibly while leaning into your touch. You run your short nails along her scalp, scratching and massaging as you smooth out her hair, attempting to pull all the tangles out.

     “Touch used to calm me down, and Harper was really good at it, honestly.” You say while pulling out a particularly difficult tangle without hurting her. Her hair is long like this, and you like it. You wish you could grow your hair this long, but it’s kind of a pain to deal with, and the longest you’ve ever had yours wasn’t even to your mid back, you think to yourself. “Sometimes she’d give me shoulder and neck massages, but I preferred that she’d just play with my hair. There’s just something different about another person touching your hair.”

     “I kind of get what you mean.” She says, tiredly.

     “Can I braid your hair?” You lean closer to look at her face.

     “Do what you want.” She says, looking fairly relaxed.

     “Cool. Anyway, while Harper was good at that, Alex, on the other hand, was just terrible at any kind of physical comfort. He’s genuine, and he tries, but he’s an idiot. He’s a lot better at distractions, for the most part.” You run your fingers through her hair one more time, before starting to separate her hair into three parts for a french braid. “He’s funny, and comes from a large family, so he always has stories and jokes. Whenever I’d have a panic attack, those two were always so good about being there for me. I don’t know what I’d do without them.”

     You notice that Spinel‘s shoulders have lost most of the tension in them, and you’re secretly relieved. You keep talking to fill the quietness around you two, because you’ve always hated the quiet during moments like these. Your friends aren’t here, so it’s up to you to make up for it.

     “It was kind of hard, at first though,” You say, and start looping the chunks of hair around your fingers, starting at the top of her head. “Because for a while there, back when I was 16 and dealing with the worst of my abandonment issues, I clung onto Harper like a baby koala. I had this super weird crush on her even though we had been friends since we were practically babies. I think I idolized her because she was just.. good to me.” You accidentally tug a little too hard on a strand of hair, wince and utter an apology while massaging the spot on her scalp. “I’m glad that didn’t ruin our friendship, but for a while there I really pushed my feelings onto her, which was kinda fucked up on my part.”

     “Hm..” Spinel mumbles. “I kind of had a thing for Pink, I think. Which ended up screwing with me even more after what she did.” You stare at the back of her head and pause your hands for a second. Huh. Yeah, you had a hunch.

     “If she were still alive, I’d punch her in the face for you, I hope you know.” You state, in full seriousness. This gets the first chuckle that you’ve heard from her today, and you’re secretly overjoyed.

     “I’d pay to watch that.” She says, and you laugh out loud. You see her smile, just barely.

     “So,” You continue, with both your hands and conversation. “A week or so after my 17th birthday, right after Harper talked to me about this guy at school that she liked, I confess to her. And not like a, ‘oh hey, you’re my best friend and I really like you’ kind of way, either. It was more like a, ‘have a mental breakdown over your best friend liking someone else and make them feel like shit about it on your walk home from school’ kind of confession.” Your hands reach the nape of her neck now, braid mostly done on her head, but you’ve got around another 20 inches of length before being finished.

     “Harper avoided me for nearly a week after that. I was absolutely pathetic, and inconsolable. Alex was fed up with my shit after a few days, and nearly slapped me over it. He would’ve been in the right, doing so, honestly. I was a selfish asshole who only thought about her own feelings, and not about her best friends.” Your eyes drift to Spinel’s face, and her eyes are closed, eyebrows unfurrowed.

     “Anyway,” You’re nearly done with the entire braid now. “She did end up forgiving me. Thankfully. I don’t know what I’d do if it were my fault that I’d split up our friend group.” You pick up the discarded hair tie from earlier, and tie it around the end of the braid.

     “I’m all done, by the way.” You say to her. She opens her eyes tentatively, and she looks sleepy. You stand up, and stretch your back. She also gets up on wobbly legs, and turns to look at you.

     “Um.” She’s avoiding your eyes. “Thank you. For this.” She’s twisting her hands together, nervously. You lean your face closer to get at eye-level with her.

     “Anytime.. and for the record, you look really cute in a braid.” You say and smile, giving her a cheeky wink. You watch her entire face from the neck up turn bright red, and think that you could probably do this forever, and never get tired. She gives you a noncommittal grunt, halfheartedly smacks your arm and you grin at her.

     You hear a quiet knock at the door, and look over to Spinel. She shrugs, so I guess it’s okay now.

     “You can come in!” You say to the door. It opens slowly, and you see Steven peek his head in.

     “Um.. are we okay?” He asks, clearly very worried about her.

     “I’ll be okay.” She says, and you think that maybe she should lay down and sleep. You verbalize this immediately.

     “Spinel. I think you should go take a nap.” You look at her, and she blinks at you. “I’m serious.”

     “She’s kind of right.” Steven says in agreement with you. Spinel gives the both of you a shrug, and even that seems like it’s taking a lot out of her.

     “Okay.” She says, and turns to walk out of the bathroom. Steven opens the door wider, and you can see Pearl in the kitchen leaning against the counter, trying to not seem like she’s intently watching all of you.

     Spinel makes her way over to the couch and takes a seat, sitting up rigidly. You walk over to her to make sure she’s okay before you leave for home.

     “You know you can text me, right? And if you need me, I’ll be available. I’ll leave my volume turned on.” She gives you a nod. “Oh, and.. take this,” You say, and pull off the pullover hoodie you’re wearing right now, and hand it over to her. “Alex used to let me wear his oversized sweaters, and they used to help me sleep, so..”

     She tentatively reaches out, and takes it from your hands.

     “Thanks.” She says, and gives you a small smile. With her hair pulled back like this she almost looks human, for a fleeting moment. You sometimes forget she’s a gem. You return the smile back at her, and turn around to leave.

     After grabbing your bag that you set down earlier from beside the couch, you head over to the front door and open it. Shouldering the bag, you start to shut the door and see Steven behind you. He closes the door behind him, his face searching yours for something you don’t quite know.

     “I don’t know what you did, but thank you.” He says, completely genuine.

     “You don’t have to thank me. I’d do it for you, too, you know.” You say to him, and he smiles.

     “That’s why I like you, Y/N. You’re sweet.”

     “Yeahhhh, don’t tell anyone, though. You’ll ruin my reputation.” You smirk, giving him the side-eye. He laughs and pats your back.

     “Ohhhhhh no! Whatever will you do!?” He rolls his eyes in jest. “Get home safe, okay?”

     “No promises.” You reply, and jump down his steps, two at a time.  

     It doesn’t take you long to get home, and you’re pretty tired yourself. You make yourself busy by preparing dinner, cleaning the kitchen a little, and calling your dad for another check-in. Before you know it, it’s nearly 11, and you need to sleep for your double shift tomorrow that you almost forgot about. You’re laying in bed browsing social media before drifting off, and you receive a text from Spinel. You swipe down and open the message.

         Spinel: Thanks again for today.

     Spinel: I baked some new cookies with Steven, and would like to give you some tomorrow if that’s okay?

         You smile to yourself. Ughhhhhhhh, you’re catching the feelings disease, and you swat the air around you like it somehow physically manifested around you.

         Y/N: I work literally all day, but feel free to stop by and give them to me.

     Y/N: Then I get to see a pretty familiar face to break up all the lame tourists.

     Y/N: Cuz that sounds super nice. ;)

     Spinel: I’ll see you tomorrow, then.

         She didn’t react to your obvious teasing, but you won’t let that discourage you. You fall asleep thinking of the many different ways you can poke fun at her, and this time, you charge your phone.

     You wake up the next morning feeling well-rested for once, and get ready for work. Alex has sent you a couple texts about when his flight will arrive, and when he’ll roughly come to meet you. Sometime around 4pm, apparently. You shoot Spinel a good morning text, and she replies almost instantly with the same, which makes you smile.

     You head to work, texting your group chat about what happened yesterday with Spinel, and give them basically all the details. Alex makes fun of you for a bit, so you curse him out and pocket your phone as you clock in. Today’s going to suck, but you’ve got a few things to look forward to.

     You make it a couple hours into your shift before you finally get a break, and Spinel texts you that she’ll drop by sometime in the afternoon once she’s done helping Bismuth with something. God you hope it’s not when Alex gets here, because you are so not fucking ready for that interaction. You eat your lunch and pray to any god out there that you could have one more day of peace.

     You’re outside the main building repairing a couple parts on the carousel, ignoring the bulk of the tourists to focus on work. You don’t realize that quite a while has passed by, because someone walks up to you as you’ve got your head in a small door, and kicks you slightly on your ass. You jolt and bump your head against the opening, and you hear Alex burst out into laughter as you groan in pain.

     God fucking dammit, this guy. You pull your head out to glare at him, screwdriver pointing at him threateningly.

     “Do you want this up your ass? Because I can do that.” You say to him, and he laughs even harder. You roll your eyes at him.

     “Don’t promise me with a good time, Y/N.” He says, and you stand up to smack him.

     “I don’t think the pointy end would be a good time, idiot.” You deadpan stare at him. He grins.

     “You don’t know what I’m into.” He shrugs, and flips his hair dramatically. You hate that he’s stupid and charming, and you love him so much.

     “I know I haven’t seen you in 2 months, but like, I feel like you’ve grown taller?” You stare at him, a little mournfully. You’re the shortest one out of your friends, and you’re of average height. He also seems.. handsomer. You think he definitely got a lot more tan. He’s definitely grown into his looks, his dark curly hair and recently shaved face making him look older than you’re used to.

     “I don’t think I did, but I think you’ve grown shorter.” He laughs obnoxiously, and you smack his arm again, which makes him laugh harder.

     “You’re so mean to me, like all the time. Why do I love you?” You cross your arms and pout, because you know it gets a rise out of him.

     “Youuuuuuu knowww, because I’m just so loveable and gorgeous and the smartest one in the group??” He flutters his eyelashes at you like he thinks he’s cute.

     “Wow, you are none of these things.” You reply, smirking at him. He puts his hand over his heart in mock offense.

     “Y/N, I’m offended. I’ve been here for like, five minutes, and I’ve received absolutely no affection from you. If I don’t get love, I will wilt and die. Do you want to be responsible for my death?” He opens his arms wide, and you roll your eyes dramatically, and stand there.

     “We’re not doing this in public.” You say, standing your ground.

     “Ohhh, YES we are, Y/N.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “Prepare yourself for the onslaught.”

     You take a couple steps back, prepared to run. He grabs your arms, wraps his around your torso, and picks you up, swinging you around.

     “Nooooooooooooooooo!!” You cry. “Put me down you oaf!”

     “No! I want love!” He all but shouts, and spins you around. He grabs your cheek with one hand and starts giving you big ‘ol smooches all over your face, and you’re giggling and trying to push him away, when you hear something drop and spill on the pavement a good twenty feet from you. You look up.

     It’s Spinel.

       Her face is twisted with heartbreak, and before you can even speak up, she bolts.

       You look down, and see the cookies she made you scattered on the ground.

#spinel x reader #spinel #su #steven universe #spinel self insert #fic #my fic #devils ballroom #look. im not sorry yall. i promise next chapter youll get what u want LMFAO

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Riku’s Dark Days

A/N: Thank you Xion, yet again, for being an inspiration ily💛I hope whoever reads this has a range of emotions from me to you, you beautiful creatures, do enjoy💛💛

Disclaimer: kh3 spoilers, read at your own risk but don’t blame me if some things get spoiled cuz you read it even after seeing the warning

Word Count: 1,834

Genre: A Bit Angsty

“Hey, Riku!” Roxas tapped on the bedroom door. “We’re hosting another struggle, you gonna enter?”

"Roxas thinks he can finally beat you, but I bet big money you’ll wipe the floor with him." Hayner teasingly hit Roxas on the shoulder who narrowed his eyes in response.

“Oh thanks for the support.” The two shared a laugh.

When there was no response, Roxas tried tapping on the door again, “Riku?”

“Hey guys, you haven’t heard?” Olette trotted down the hall towards them.

“Heard what?”

“Riku hasn’t come out for days, not since Sora went missing.”

Worried looks traveled through the three of them until Roxas finally asked, “Shouldn’t we try to do something?”

“Pence and Ienzo have been hunched over the computers with Chip and Dale. We’ve been trying to track Sora down using his gummi phone but the coordination dropped somewhere in the middle of the outer world... Terra and Aqua found no traces of him out there.”

There was another pause, a moment of thought, but this time it was Hayner who spoke, “Is there anything we can do for Riku? Whatever he’s feeling can’t be good.”

“The king said it was best to just leave him be for now...”

“What does the king know?” He rolled his eyes, waving his arms in the air. “Riku, hang in there, we’ll find Sora!”


Their voices trailed down the hall until Riku couldn’t hear them anymore. Good, he thought, I don’t need their pity anyway. He rolled onto his other side, opening his eyes to a dark room; the only light was a sliver underneath the doorway. But even that felt like too much to Riku.

He couldn’t remember the last time he selpt...

Or ate...

What day it was...

What hour...

All he knew was the weight in his chest. A weight that felt so empty and so full at the same time. A weight that felt like it was eating his heart away.

He rolled onto his back and let out a soft breath, closing his eyes. First Kairi, and now Sora too. He reached his hand up towards the ceiling, picturing their faces, their hands reaching towards his. He closed his fist, wishing with every bone in his body that when he opened his eyes they would be there, standing right in front of him, flashing their stupid grins at him.

“Did you miss me?” He could hear Kairi’s voice echoing in his mind, hear her cheeky little laugh.

“I told you I could do it,” Sora’s teasing smile, his arms folding up behind his head, his body rocking on his back heels.

But their grins hardened and their eyes narrowed, and Riku’s head swam... or maybe it was trying to drown him.

“You let them take me again.” Kairi shouted and Sora snapped, “You let me go alone.”

“I thought you wanted to protect him!”

“I thought you got over your jealousy!”

Their voices seemed to get louder and louder until they were both screaming in unison, “I thought you loved me!”

Riku sat up, burying his head into his hands, running them through his hair... Pushing his palms into his forehead.

He tried everything to get their voices out of his head, but maybe he deserved it, maybe they were right. He opened his eyes and threw a pillow across the room, yelling out in frustration. He rocked back and forth, crying a mantra of I’m Sorry’s until-

“Riku?” Namine’s voice sounded softly through the door, causing his trance to break. “Riku... I know you don’t want to talk, but is it okay if I sit out here for a while? I thought you could use the company...”

He stared at the door, unsure of if he wanted to respond or not, or if he could even get the words out to respond. She waited patiently, the shadow of her feet visible under the doorway. Riku let out a hoarse and unsure okay and she smiled softly before taking a seat against the door.

He listened to the wood creaking under her, her breathing as she settled in. He found it sobering to have her there, to know someone was near. He wondered how long it had been since Roxas, Hayner and Olette had stood where she sat. He lied back down again, staring at his ceiling once more. His eyes traced the glowing stars for the thousandth time and he thought back to when Sora and Kairi had put them up there.

“It’s for whenever you feel lost,” They had said. “These stars will guide you home.”

But home wasn’t the same without them and he started to think that home wasn’t a world or an island, it was the hearts of those he loved the most and right now, he felt awfully homesick.

He turned his head towards the doorway again, seeing Namine’s shadow still there. He wondered if she was drawing and what it would be a drawing of. His mind formed a thousand different sentences, trying to strike up a conversation, but he couldn’t make his mouth speak any of them. He sighed and forced a word out, just one word. “Namine?”

“I’m still here.” Her voice was soft, assuring. Grounding. He found himself wanting to hear more and wondered if it was because of her connection to Kairi and Sora or if it was just because there was something comforting in hearing her speak.

“What was it like in Castle Oblivion?” When she didn’t respond, he continued softer and more uncertain. Did he imagine her too? His brows furrowed. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, I just thought...” He trailed off, he didn’t know what he thought or what prompted him to want to know more about her history, at a time like this nonetheless.

“No, it’s okay.” She said matter of factly, but still hesitated and he felt worse for asking. “I don’t mind, really. I just don’t know where to start.”

“The beginning is always good.”

He could hear her smile in her voice when she started in. He wondered if anyone had ever asked her for her story before or if this was the first time. Or if his replica had been the first to ask and she was smiling in memory of him. None of these things he asked, none of these things he really wanted an answer to.

He knew it was selfish but more than anything he just wanted to hear her talk and not have to worry about saying anything back. What he didn’t know was how much she understood that all he needed was someone to be there for him and how many people were willing to do so but none of them knew how.

And so she talked, sharing her life with him. She told him how the organization found her, how they came to know of her power over Sora’s memories. Riku’s chest ached at the mention of Sora’s name, but he kept quiet, listening to her but not quite listening.

Some time in the middle of her monologue, Riku made his way to the floor next to the doorway, curling up into a cocoon of blankets and pillows and falling into a deep, soundless sleep.

He dreamt that he was in the outer world, staring down at Twilight Town then falling into Namine’s room in the haunted mansion. He dusted his clothes off and exited through the only doorway, finding himself in Castle Oblivion in a room with a curtain. He watched as Namine opened a window, putting an arm up to block the sun, shutting his eyes at the blinding light and then opening them to Kairi, bickering with another silhouette.

“Leave them closed,” That was Sora’s voice, there was no mistake. “He likes sleeping in the dark.”

“But it needs to be aired out, it smells like something died in here.” Kairi’s voice retorted.

“Keep your voices down or you’re going to wake him.” Aqua’s voice came from behind Riku. “Oh! Looks like he’s already awake. I’ll leave you guys alone.”

Riku blinked hazily until his eyes adjusted to the light. He was no longer in Castle Oblivion, or Namine’s room in the haunted mansion. But he wasn’t on the floor next to the doorway either. His voice was still hoarse as he tried to get his words out, “How....?”

“How’d you get to your bed?” Sora asked, grinning. “Terra carried you.”

“I think he meant more of how we’re here.”

“Oh...” Sora blushed and Kairi chuckled, putting a hand to her mouth to stifle it as much as she could.

Riku pinched Sora’s cheek with one hand and Kairi’s with another, unsure of what to believe. “You’re really here... aren’t you?”

Sora and Kairi shared a playful look before attacking Riku with suffocating hugs and falling into the bed with him. They nuzzled into him, both curling into each side and wrapping an arm over his stomach. He let out a relieved laugh, startling the two of them.

“Riku?” They looked up at him. 

His arms tightened around the two. If this was a dream, he didn’t want to wake from it. “I’m just glad to be home.”

Sora and Kairi shared one last look of puzzlement but when they turned back to Riku, he was fast asleep again, this time with a smile camped on his face.

“He must be really tired.” Sora noted.

“I don’t think he slept much while you guys were gone.” Namine’s spoke from the doorway. “It’s good to see him smile again, he was really worried about the two of you,” She paused before continuing. “I brought extra blankets in case you needed them.”

She set them at the foot of the bed before making her exit. Kairi called out a thank you after her, then turned back towards Riku and Sora. She kissed Riku’s cheek before laying her head on his shoulder and yawning, “Sleep sounds nice.”

“Yeah, it does.” Sora yawned after her, and mimicked her kiss before nuzzling his head back into the crook of Riku’s neck.

Namine passed back by, peeking her head in one last time and smiling softly at the sight of them. She felt a hand on her shoulder and she looked up to see Aqua smiling at her. “You should get some sleep too, Namine. You stayed up with him for a long time.”

“Yeah.” She nodded. “I think I will.”

Aqua continued down the hall and Namine went to close the door, but paused when she heard Riku’s voice. “Namine, thank you.”

She met his gaze, startled. “You’re welcome.” 

“You’re one of the stars in the ceiling.” He smiled at her, slowly drifting back to sleep.

She closed the door, unsure what he meant and dwelling on it as she continued after Aqua. Whatever the words meant, she wasn’t sure she’d ever know, but they left her with a warm feeling in her chest and a small smile on her face.

#kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts scenario #riku #sorikai #soriku #rikai #sora #kairi #namine #rikunami #roxas #hayner #olette #luna writes #pence #ienzo #chip #dale #twilight trio #destiny trio #terra #aqua #kh #not putting axel and xion in this pained me i almost added a comment about them checking the worlds for sora and kairi buuuut i couldnt fit #it in anywhere without making it sound like i was forcing it in dfghsj #fan fiction #kh fan fiction #kh fanfiction #kh3 spoilers #you know when youre tagging things and youre like omfg thats so many tags why does it not feel like enough

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A Bad Idea Written Last Night After Midnight - By this dumbass [SE Fanfic]

She sat in front of her screen, forcing her fingers to type as her eyes focused on the lines of codes in front of her, trying to finish polishing the codes for the upcoming release. After a long moment of not being able to find the line that was messing things up for her, she sighed tiredly and took a big sip of the BlueBuffalo (™) energy drink—she didn’t care for its taste, but it was the only thing keeping her awake for the last couple of days.

“Let’s check the main blog to see if there’s any new asks,” she said to herself, “It would be at least something productive to do for now.”

Almost unwillingly, she pried her fingers away from the keyboard and switched the tap, logging on to her main blog, sweetelite-staff.tumblr.com.

When the blue screen loaded, and before her eyes could notice the blue bubble with the 99+ above her ask icon, she saw it. The post.

“Hey, heads up everyone! Apparently someone inserted their oc into the game and now there’s this bug that adds them as a li. I didn’t receive the bug in any of my game plays but apparently others have. So if you see this bug called “Tadashi” stay away and hopefully staff will fix it soon!!”

A small laugh escaped her lips, feeling grateful that her followers were this hilarious, and clicked on the notes to see the “funny” comments.

“A bug that’s pretending to be a love interest!” She laughed, shaking her head as she replied to a few of them before clicking back to her main screen and finally noticed the asks.

I swear there were less than 30 in the morning? She thought, clicking on the letter icon and waiting for the screen to load.

She laughed at first, seeing that the latest three asks were about the bug joke, but her emotions quickly changed to confusion then anger when she saw that almost all of the asks were about it.

“Did I speak too soon about the followers?” She thought, clicking away from the page and returning to her dashboard to write a post about it, but her dash was covered in mentions and @s from her followers.

There were posts from almost all the active ones speaking about the bug and how he, Tadashi they called him, was the ninth love interest, and was bullying the players in her game.

“Tadashi...?” she muttered as she typed his name in the search box, followed by sweet elite, and her jaw dropped.

There were hundreds of posts about him, some having hundreds of likes and reblogs. And some of those posts were from her main account. His face looked taunting, judging, but almost familiar.

“That hair…” She thought, but quickly shook the thought. There is no way this is real, someone must be playing a prank on her. True, she had intended to add a tenth character, but no one knew of that but her staff, and their design wasn’t finished yet.

She took a second to breath, convincing herself that this is the effect of her lack of sleep. “I’m hallucinating…” She said in a low. “That must be it. Because otherwise…” As her voice faded, she extended her hands to the keyboard and typed her websites name, and clicked.

And there he was. His image on the main page.

She wasn't sure if it was anger or the lack of sleep, but she was not willing to see what this is. She had to delete him.

Opening the pages of the codes, she clicked control + F and typed his name, then enter. And she had to contain herself to stop the cry that was about to escape her lips.

There were thousands and thousands of mentions of him, page, bio, dialogues, codes.  THIS IS INSANE! She thought, not wanting to open her mouth because she was afraid to actually scream in anger and fear. WHO DID THIS TO MY CODE? AND WHO ADDED HIM TO MY STORY?

With shaky hands, she moved the cursor to the button next to his name count that said “REMOVE ALL” that would erase everything about him in her codes—i know that's not how it work but its too much to do and honestly boring fam, so stay with me, m’’kay?— and clicked it.

The counter went to zero, and she let out a loud exhale, and breathed deeply. It’s gone. She thought, her lips quivering as she laughed in relief. She clicked back to her dashboard and typed a quick letter, informing her followers that the evil bug had been erased with a small gif under it. She clicked post and refreshed her page, wanting to see when people commented on it. But her post wasn’t there.

Instead, a different post made by her main blog was there, it read:

Dear Sweet Elite fans.

The bug you have found it actually a teaser to our new and most favorite dateable character that will be joining the game with the full release.

His name is Tadashi, and we, the Sweet Elite Staff, stan him.

“No…. No, No, NO!” She cried, trying to click the post to delete it, but the website kicked her off and she watched it go to the login screen.

She hunched forward and typed in her login to her staff blog, but it said that it’s wrong. She attempted her main blog as well but it said that her email was not attached to any account and if she wanted to sign up with it.

Angry and confused, she typed in the login to her old blog and was able to access it. But she saw that the damage had already been done.

She saw many of her followers and friends reblogging her post with comments, both excited and confused by the sudden update, but none of them seemed to be alarmed—except for Maisa, cuz that girl is wild lamo.

Looking through the main posts notes, she saw her staff members agreeing with the post and making jokes about it, discussing things about the future of the characters and how they were all stans now.

This is insanity! She thought, placing her hands on her head and staring with wide eyes at the madness that had happened. “This is not my game! This is not my character! This is not me!”

She hurriedly clicked on the code tap and saw that she was still able to access it, but was informed that a second person is coding and had changed the code.

Would you like to see the changes? The page read on top, but she wasn’t able to click no, all that she could do was agree.

The new code loaded, it was the oe she had just deleted, with the bug back in it.

The page flickered, and the code was erased for a moment, with only zeros and ones on the screen.

01001000 01100101 01101100 01101100 01101111 00100000 01010011 01100101 01110010 01100101 01101110 01100001

Having dealt with binary, she quickly pulled up a decoder and translated it.

Hello Serena

The code disappeared again, and she saw the line blink on the empty screen.

If it hadn’t been for what she had been through, this would have made her panic, but she was far too angry and tired to emote.

She typed slowly, on the screen. Who are you and what have you done to my game and accounts?!

The screen went empty again and a second code appeared.

01001001 00100111 01101101 00100000 01010100 01100001 01100100 01100001 01110011 01101000 01101001 00101100 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 01110010 00100000 01110100 01100101 01101110 01110100 01101000 00100000 01100001 01101110 01100100 00100000 01100010 01100101 01110011 01110100 00100000 01100011 01101000 01100001 01110010 01100001 01100011 01110100 01100101 01110010 00101110

I'm Tadashi, your tenth and best character for Sweet Elite.

Translating it, her eyes went wide in disbelief, and she backed out of her screen.

“No, you're not!” She yelled at her monitor. “I only have ten!”

The screen flickered, and another code appeared on her screen.

01010100 01101000 01100101 01101110 00100000 01101000 01101111 01110111 00100000 01100100 01101111 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01100101 01111000 01110000 01101100 01100001 01101001 01101110 00100000 01101101 01111001 00100000 01100101 01111000 01101001 01110011 01110100 01100101 01101110 01100011 01100101 00100000 01101001 01101110 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01100110 01100001 01101110 01100100 01101111 01101101 00111111 00100000

Then her tap changed, going to the decoder and pasting the code.

Then how do you explain my existence in the fandom?

With horror in her eyes, she looked around at her surrounding, trying to find an explanation to why this is happening.

“HOW THE HELL DID YOU HEAR THAT?! WHERE ARE YOU?”

Another code typed itself, the it went back to the decoder.

I’m right here. In your codes.

“NO! NO NO NO NO NO! YOU’RE HACKING MY  COMPUTER AND MESSING WITH MY CODES!”

There was a pause for a moment, but the code typed itself again and translated itself.

You have this all wrong you loser, lol. I’m in YOUR code.

Then another line appeared.

Watch.

The screen blinked, switching to a different tap and showing a second coding screen. A few lines were written and the mouse moved, clicking on the word “Save.”

Then, the room around her disappeared, and she found herself sitting in an empty white space, with only here and the monitor in front of her.

Completely frozen from fear, she dropped down on the white floor, her eyes glued to the empty screen.

“Why are you doing this…” She asked, her voice empty.

Another code appeared, but she found herself able to read it without translation

01011001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01101011 01101110 01101111 01110111 00100000 01001001 00100000 01101000 01100001 01100100 00100000 01110100 01101111 00100000 01100100 01101111 00100000 01101001 01110100 00100000 01110100 01101111 00100000 00100111 01100101 01101101

“WHY! WHAT ARE YOU GAINING BY MAKING ME ENDURE ALL OF THIS?!”

Another code appeared, and her mind read it and understood its content.

01101000 01110100 01110100 01110000 00111010 00101111 00101111 01101011 01101001 01110100 01110100 01111001 01100011 01101000 01100001 01101110 00101101 01110011 01101001 01101110 01100111 01110011 00101101 01100101 01101110 01101011 01100001 00101110 01110100 01110101 01101101 01100010 01101100 01110010 00101110 01100011 01101111 01101101 00101111 01110000 01101111 01110011 01110100 00101111 00110001 00110111 00110000 00110001 00110111 00111000 00110011 00110110 00110101 00110111 00110100 00110101 00101111 01110000 01110010 01100101 01110011 01100101 01101110 01110100 01100101 01100100 00101101 01110111 01101001 01110100 01101000 01101111 01110101 01110100 00101101 01100011 01101111 01101101 01101101 01100101 01101110 01110100 01100001 01110010 01111001 00101101 01101111 01110010 00101101 01100001 01110000 01101111 01101100 01101111 01100111 01111001

“...No.” she said, covering her mouth from shock. “This is too much…”

The screen went white, matching the walls of this white emptiness, leaving her alone in the midst of it. And after a moment, a code stretched across it.

01000111 01101111 00100000 01110100 01101111 00100000 01110011 01101100 01100101 01100101 01110000 00101100 00100000 01010011 01100101 01110010 01100101 01101110 01100001 00101110

And then, she woke up.

#i am not sorry #and also hay for people who know that im writing a story project umm heads up #SE #Sweet Elite #SE Serena #se-serena #SE fanfic #writing #my dumbass had to #Also convert the last few binary yall

[ruthoakenshield]

The Lady in the Black Leather (Ch 22)

Catch up here [chapter 21]

Harley, Graham McTavish, Martin Freeman x Amanda

When Graham returned with Phantom, you were dozing. He quietly unhooked the leash and hung it on the handle of the closet. Then came around to the side of your bed.

You cracked open an eye and then looked over at him. He smiled. “Thought ya were sleepin’.” He said.

You shook your head. “Naah, just resting. Can you tell me about your travels and about Scotland?” you ask as Phantom hops up onto your bed and lies down at your feet. You motion for him to ‘come’ and you take his vest off for a while. He lays down at the side of your good leg and takes a nap. You hand the vest to Graham.

He gets a BIG grin on his face and nods. He asks you if your laptop is here and you nod. “It’s in my backpack. I think Scarlett put it in that closet over there.” You tell him.

He walks over to it and hangs Phantom’s vest over the side of the chair, then opens the closet and pulls out your backpack. He opens it up and pulls out your computer and the power cord for it. Then puts the backpack back in the closet and closes the door.

Graham hands you your laptop and swings around the bedside table. He helps you set up the computer and then starts googling different places he has been to and tells you different stories about the places he has seen. You both spent the morning with him sharing stuff like that and you learned a lot about Scotland, New Zealand and Graham.

You look up at the clock when a nurse appears at the door and asks if you’d like to order anything for lunch. You shrug and ask to see the menu. You look at the menu, but nothing really screams “eat me”. So you decline.

Graham chuckles. “Hospital food is never that good anyway. I can go get ya somethin’ Sweetie. What would like?”

You think. How about a Shawarma from Ali Baba’s West Side? I love their food!” you ask. He grins and nods, “Ok, Sweetie, I like their food too! I’ll go see if they’re open. If not, what would ya like?”

“Ohhh…how about a Jacob’s Patty Melt (no onions) from Jacob’s Pickles!!!!” you tell him excitedly. He chuckles and tells you he’ll go see what he can find and will be back in a little bit.

Graham heads out and you recline the bed back a little bit. You doze off for a while trying to catch up on some sleep.

After about a half hour, you hear a soft knock on the door and Phantom’s soft “wuff”.

“Come in” you reply sleepily and move the bed so you’re sitting up more.

You grin when you see Martin, Amanda & Graham come walking in. “Look who I ran into at Jacob’s Pickles!” Graham exclaims.

Amanda giggles and comes to give you a hug. She takes the flowers and balloon Martin was holding and puts it on your bedside table. They were yellow and white daisy-like flowers with purple roses all put in a big, yellow ceramic coffee mug with a huge smiley face on it.

You grin “It’s so bright and sunny!” you exclaim. And chuckle at the ‘get well soon’ balloon with sparkly Band-Aids all over it. “Thank you!!!” you tell them

Martin smiles. “How are you feeling, Harley?” he asks as Amanda puts their flower bouquet on the counter by the sink, since your windowsill was running out of room.

“I’m feeling all right. I’m tired, but that’s cuz the dumb nurses wouldn’t let me sleep for more than 45 minutes at a time. The cop assigned to sit with me finally told them to bugger off and let me sleep for the night.” You giggle.

Martin and Amanda chuckle. “How’s the leg?” Amanda asks.

“It’s sore. I got some nice pain killers, but the Doc said I have to stay off my feet for several days. It’s hard to sit upright, cuz it puts some pressure on the exit wound at the back of my thigh.” You explain. “But I’ll survive.” You say grinning.

“And who is this big ball of fluff?” Amanda says as she holds out her hand for Phantom to smell.

“This is Phantom. My security dog.” You tell her. “Phantom, this is Amanda and that’s Martin, they are our friends, okay?” you tell him.

Martin holds out his hand for Phantom to sniff and Phantom smells his hand too. He licks both Martin’s and Amanda’s hands and lets them pet him. Martin scratches Phantom along the collar and Phantom’s leg starts thumping on the bed making everyone laugh.

“I suppose he should get brushed at some point today… probably outside so his hair doesn’t end up floating all about in here.” You say.

Graham nods. “I’ll take him out and brush him for ye later on, Sweetheart. Don’t worry. Might take him for a good walk too and let him burn off some energy, since he’s been cooped up for a day or so.” He tells you. “And I still gotta work off that effin huge bowl of ice cream Aiden bought us yesterday!” Graham says laughing.

You nod. “Thanks Graham.” You tell him.

Martin and Graham unpack the food they bought and you motion for Phantom to ‘get down’ and he jumps off the bed and goes to his food and water bowls and eats for a bit then goes to lie down on his bed and watches everyone.

Graham rolls the bedside table back in front of you and everyone grabs their food. You frown realizing your coffee and your water are both empty. “Could someone fill this with some water for me?” you ask holding up the water mug the nurse had given you.

Martin hops up and grabs it. He heads out to the nurse’s station for some ice and then fills it with water from the sink, comes back in and hands it back to you.

“Thanks Martin! I didn’t realize they had ice available!” you happily exclaim. He grins and gives you a wink.

“Martin told me about the ‘ice hockey’ game you had played with Richard. We tried it, and I must say it was quite fun!” Amanda giggles. “Thanks for telling him about it!” she tells you.

You grin and see Martin’s face go pink as he takes a bite of his food and Graham just laughs. “I do not want to know!!! So do not say anything!” he tells Martin and Amanda, while grinning from ear to ear.

You and Amanda just smirk and take a bite of your sandwiches. The four of you sit and talk as you eat. Martin and Graham sharing embarrassing stories about their times in New Zealand on set for The Hobbit films.

Once you all are done eating, you ask Graham if he could take some pics of each of the flower bouquets you have gotten. He nods and you hand him your phone and open up the Camera app on it. He goes around the room snapping photos of all the flowers and balloons you have gotten. Then he takes a pic of you with Martin & Amanda, then hands the phone to Martin who snaps a pic with you and Graham.

Amanda takes the phone and shoos Martin to get in the picture and she takes one of you, Graham and Martin as well.

“Oh! Here, Harley. Rich just sent you a text!” she exclaims as she hands you the phone.

“Hi Love! How’s your day going? I’m on lunch right now. Been thinking ‘bout you all morning. How’s Phantom holding up?” he texts.

You reply, “Doing all right. Graham has been keeping me entertained. Got a LOT of flower deliveries! Thanks for the gorgeous roses, Sweetie! I love them! <3 <3 <3” You send to him along with the photos of the flowers you’ve gotten so far.

“Graham got me lunch and Martin and Amanda are here having lunch with me and Graham right now.” you send with the pics of you with them.

He replies, “Glad you’re being entertained. Miss you! Bed was too cold last night without you in it. ☹” he replies.

“Awwww, miss you too Honey! Phantom says ‘hi!’ and Graham took him outside a little while ago. Phantom’s been really good and is enjoying his doggy bed.” You reply and snap a pic of Phantom watching you all with a lovesick puppy look.

Richard replies, “Awww! He looks so bored! Didn’t Graham and Lee get him any toys to play with?”

You ask Graham if they got Phantom any toys to play with. He gets up and finds the bag with the toys in it. He pulls out the squeaky mallard duck and the rope toy. Phantom’s head pops up and his tail starts wagging. “wuff” he says quietly.

Graham chuckles and cuts off the tags for the duck then tosses it to Phantom who catches it and starts shaking it back and forth, making the thing squeak. Graham tries to take it away and they end up in a tug of war, making everyone laugh till they are crying.

Finally, Phantom loses his grip on the toy and it goes flying into Graham’s chest. You laugh when you see the astonished look on Graham’s face. Martin and Amanda are practically rolling on the floor they are laughing so hard and Phantom just gives Graham and you this cheeky look and he goes back to his bed and lays down.

You Text back to Richard, ‘Yes, they got him some toys, just forgot to take them out of the bag. He just played tug of war with Graham and a squeaky mallard duck. Phantom tugged then let go of it and it went flying back and hit Graham square in the chest. Graham had an astonished look on his face & Phantom looked at him cheekily and went to lie down on his bed. LOL!!!!”

You get a text back with “ROTFLOL and a laughing while crying emoji. Wish I could’ve seen that one! Back to work, Sweetie. See you in a few hours when I’m done for the day. Xoxo Rich”

Graham chuckles and tosses Phantom the duck. It lands on his foot and Phantom shoves it off to the side of the bed and noses it till it lands on the floor next to the bed and out of the way. Graham looks over at Martin and Amanda and shakes his head. “Awww, come on, it wasn’t THAT funny!” he states, frowning.

They crack up again and laugh some more. “Oh! I wish I would’ve recorded that, Graham!” Martin finally gets out. “The look of utter shock on your face was priceless when he let go of the duck and it hit you square in the chest!” he says and starts giggling again.

Graham rolls his eyes and looks at you. You’re giggling and trying to be quiet, but lose it when he turns his glare on you. “Oh, lighten up Pops! He was just playing, but I do think he did that on purpose. He had such a cheeky look on his face!” you say giggling again.

Graham smiles at seeing you giggling once again. “Well as long as it gets you to smile, then I guess I can’t be too mad at him.” Graham replies. “Though, we should probably get things cleaned up. Rich said the lawyer was to be here for 1:30pm.” He tells you.

You nod, then decide you should probably get some help to the restroom. You call for the nurse while Graham, Martin & Amanda clean things up. The nurse helps you out of bed and hands you crutches. She checks the bullet wounds and then helps you to the restroom.

You don’t notice the looks on your friends’ faces when they see your bare legs and all the scars on them. Graham is surprised and frowns. Martin looks at Graham then at Amanda. Amanda shrugs and looks at you worried.

When you get into the bathroom and the door is closed, Martin finally asks quietly what they all are thinking. “Where did she get all those scars from?”

Graham shrugs and rubs his beard. “I have no idea. They look old though. Like she’s had them for a while.”

Amanda says quietly. “My guess is she either has been abused by her ex-boyfriends, or she had a cutting habit. It’s not really any of our business, though. If she wants to share about it, she will, in time. No prodding!” She tells them while pointing a finger at each of them in warning. “It’s probably why she is in pants all the time.”

Graham thinks back to when you had been trying on the skirts and dresses. “I don’t recall seeing them though when she was trying on the skirts at the store the first day I met her. She had bare legs then!

Amanda chuckles, “Graham, there are nylons that we wear that are skin tone colored. They are designed to hide things like scars, tattoos, and other imperfections we don’t want the world to see when we wear dresses and skirts. She probably had a pair on when she was shopping, figuring she would be trying on skirts and dresses.” She replies.

They finish cleaning up the room and you come hobbling out on the crutches and stop at the sink to wash your hands. Then you groan and hobble over to the bed. You lower it a little so you can sit on the edge and scoot yourself back.

You hand the crutches to Amanda and she leans them against the wall.

“God, I hate these shorts!” you reply with a laugh, feeling some kind of tension in the air, but not being sure what caused it. “Don’t they have anything in black or a little better fitting!” you say giggling.

It seems to break the tension and Graham and Martin chuckle. “What, Blue not your color?” Martin teases.

You grin, “Not this hideous shade of it, no! I feel like I’m swimming in them!” you reply giggling. You look down and sigh. “I suppose you’re wondering how I got all the scars.” You say quietly.

They all look at each other nervously. You see their uncertainty.

“It’s okay. You’re my friends, and you deserve to know.” You explain.

“Honey, you don’t have to tell us if you aren’t comfortable doing so.” Amanda tells you. “We’ll understand and won’t be upset.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind.” You reply. “They are from my old boyfriends. They used me as their plaything and treated me horribly. I didn’t realize it was abnormal, until a Doctor asked about it when I went in for a physical. My exes were into, what did the Doctor call it??? They were into BDSM, and I ended up being the naïve victim…I guess you could say.

I didn’t know any better and believed what they had told me. It’s how I got such a high pain tolerance, how I can drink the strongest whiskey the Squawking Raven has. It hurts, but my brain doesn’t react to the pain anymore.” You explain. “It registers it, but just goes, ‘Meh’, and doesn’t send a signal to react to it.”

Your friends stare at you for a moment then look at each other wide-eyed. “Wow. You really have been through the wringer, haven’t you!” Amanda says quietly. “Well stick with Rich, Sweetheart. He’ll never treat you like that.” She tells you. “He’s always been a sweet man and very, very kind.” She encourages.

You nod. “I hope to. I’ve never had someone treat me the way he does. I still feel like I fell into some dream and keep waiting to wake up.” You say sheepishly as you tuck your legs back under the blankets. You wince a couple times from moving your injured leg, but don’t let it bug you too much.

“Well, Harley, we gotta get going. We still have a bunch of errands to run today.” Martin tells you. “Thanks for letting us come and crash your lunch.” He says grinning. “And please do stay with Rich. We haven’t seen him so happy in a very long time. You’re good for each other.” He tells you and gives you a hug. Amanda does too.

“Thanks, you two.” You reply. “You can come crash my parties any time. I’m stuck here for the next week according to the Doc.” You sigh.

They grin and nod. “We’ll come visit again.” They both promise and wave goodbye.

Graham chuckles at them as they leave. He sits down and looks at you. “Sweetie, does Rich know about these scars on your legs?” he asks.

You nod. “Yeah. He saw them the other night when he offered me the shirt and sweatpants for pajamas.

Graham nodded. “If you don’t mind me asking, how did he react? Did you tell him how you got them?” he asks.

You sigh. “I think he was upset at first. He seemed to be seething and trying to control his temper. He reached over, pulled me against him and just held me close. I could hear his heart pounding in his chest and him growling as I told him how I got the scars. He seemed to calm down though after we were able to talk about it.

I could tell he wanted to pummel my ex though when he saw him at Aiden’s, before my ex pulled the gun on us. Rich grabbed me and held me close behind him as he backed us up to the car. His heart was racing, and he had one hand in a tight fist, like he wanted to just beat the guy to a bloody pulp.” You explain to Graham.

Graham nodded. “Well, Sweetheart, that’s understandable. I think if I would’ve known about this earlier, I may have done it for him. When I came out and saw you laying there in Rich’s arms and the look on his face I was ready to strangle the guy, but Phantom had the guy’s arm in his mouth and was sitting on him, growling, so I let Phantom handle him. I just punched the other guy to keep him knocked out till the cops got there.

We were so scared he had shot you someplace that was more critical, though the Doc said the bullet just barely missed your main artery, so you were lucky. Somehow, he missed Rich’s leg though and hit yours. We still can’t figure that one out!” Graham informs you.

You shrug. “Lucky shot, I guess.”

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Amethyst Scales and a Hardened Heart

Ao3

Chapter Summary: 

Andrei deals with the aftermath of being kicked out of his old school.

Chapter 1: The World is a Bird Cage

Andrei bit back a sigh, leaving the principal’s office. It’s been a nice 2 months, he thought wistfully. Though it really hadn’t, thanks to all the bullying. Still, at least he got to go to school and learn things. He couldn’t say that he was surprised that he was getting expelled, but it still sucked. Oh man, what was his mom going to say? She was going to be so mad at him. What was he going to do when he got home? There was still another 3 hours until school let out, so she would definitely know something was up when he got home early.

The principal hadn’t called his mom, mainly because there was no phone to call. With all the moving around that his mom did, trying to make sure he stayed in school, they didn’t have enough money to have things like phones, or private transport, or even computers. Their apartment wasn’t the best either. It had a bedroom, a living-room-turned-bedroom, a kitchen, and a bathroom. All in all, they weren’t doing very well, and he had gotten expelled (again) so they were probably going to have to move (again). It sucked, but he had gotten used to it. In all honesty, he didn’t even have to pack much. He only had his clothes, bed sheets, some hygiene things, and his school supplies.

Speaking of, he thought, slipping back into his classroom. Of course, it wasn’t going to be an easy in and out. Even if all he wanted to do was grab his stuff, he knew it wasn’t going to be pleasant.

“My oh my, what happened?” Damien asked. Andrei was happy to see that he was sporting the beginnings of a black eye, though he was equally ashamed.

“I got expelled,” Andrei mumbled, more toward the teacher than to Damien.

“Really now!” Damien said, taking on a surprised tone. “Why is that, I wonder?” Andrei grit his teeth, knowing his irritation didn’t show on his face. He had long since learned that showing emotion simply made things worse. Ducking his head, he went to collect his things from his desk. After quickly shoving everything into his bag, he went to sling it onto his back, being mindful of his tail, when the teacher finally spoke to him.

“I hope this serves as a good lesson as to what happens when you let your anger take over you. People should really be more in control of their emotions. The fact that you let one comment get to you. I know your… species… has problems with controlling themselves, but that doesn’t excuse your behaviour. You have been most painful, I wonder what your poor mother must think of you…” she trailed off.

“No matter. If you expelled, take your things and leave. Don’t come back to this classroom, you’ll only make a nuisance of yourself.” With that, she turned away from him and towards the class, clearly dismissing him.

That’s what I was trying to do in the first place, Andrei thought to himself. That last comment, about his mother, had caused him to wince internally. He didn’t want to disappoint his mother. Not again.

His mother was not like him, not Serdra, so she shouldn’t even be going through this. Ever since his father got his mom pregnant and left, her life had gotten so much worse. It’s one thing to be a single mother, it’s another to be a single mother to a Serdra. To make matters worse, he didn’t have any of his mother’s features, meaning he looked 100% Serdra. They couldn’t hide his identity, and so his mom had to deal with all the drawbacks of having a Serdra child, unable to hide any of it.

These drawback included making minimum wage, since not many want to hire a woman that willing carried a Serdran child. Because of this, she has to work at least to 2 jobs to keep food on the table. His shitty father doesn’t provide anything, so mom has to do everything herself. It… it isn’t ideal, but it works well enough.

Lately though, mom has been stressed. They move so often since he’s always getting expelled for one reason or another, so money has been getting tighter and tighter…

As he exits the school he realizes that he doesn’t want to tell her that he has been expelled again. They are so low on money right now that it would put them in a really tough spot. In fact, he doesn’t even know if they have the money right now. It’s only been 3 months since their last move. There’s no way he could tell her that they would have to move again and go to a different school system.

He still had an hour or so before school let out, and an hour and a half until his mom would expect him home, should she be there. He decided to wander a bit before heading home. He wanted to figure out how to talk to her and what to say. So, he chose a direction and walked.

A couple hours later, Andrei arrived at home. Luckily for him, his mother wasn't quite home yet. Despite the length of his walk, he hasn't yet figured out what he was going to say. After all, what could he say to make it right?

Nothing. There was nothing to say to not disappoint her. There was nothing to say to her to change the fact that they had to move again.

Maybe he should just quit school altogether? Obviously, it wasn’t working out for him. He could do something to earn money… but no, he was too young for that. In three years, when he is 14, he could, his mother wouldn't let him otherwise.

In the midst of his musing, the front door of the house had opened. Despite the fact that the house was tiny, and you could hear the door open from anywhere in said house, he hadn’t registered the noise. What he did register, however, was his mother’s concerned face in front of his.

“What’s wrong, darling?” she asked, eyebrows furrowing in concern.

“Um…” Andrei replied, sliding his eyes to the left. “Well you see…” His mind was racing. What was he to say? Hey mom, can we move? I got expelled. How you ask? Oh, I punched a kid in the face and gave him a black eye. No big deal.

“You did what?!” Her eyes were blown wide. Shit, did he say that aloud? Again? Really? That’s what got him in trouble in the first place.

“Yes? But to be fair he started it.” Wow, he really did not open up this conversation in the best way. Why couldn’t he control his stupid mouth?

“What do you mean ‘he started it?’ Who started it? How? Why? What?” With each word, she was looking more and more distressed.

“Maybe I should start from the beginning?”

“Ya think?”

“I was just minding my own business when this kid -Damien, you remember him?-, he came up to me and started saying these really mean things. I was gonna ignore him, really I was, but eventually he brought you up? And he was gonna call you a whore for sleeping with my father cuz he’s Serdra and stuff, and I wasn’t gonna let that happen cuz you’re my mom yeah? And you’re not a whore, you’re nothing like that. And then before I realized I punched him. I’m sorry mom. I’m so sorry.” And then he was crying.

For a second, his mom just stood there, shocked. He had said it so fast that it took her a second to process it all. When she had, her expression softened. “Oh dear.” Then she was hugging him.

“You shouldn’t have to say sorry for that. It’s that boy who should say sorry. That boy and the whole world. This world is a bird cage, trapping you and keeping you from spreading your wings.” She clutched him tighter. “One day, one day you will be able to spread them, you will fly far, far away from this place and it’s prejudice.”

Andrei mustered up a weak laugh. “Mama, I’m a snake, not a bird, how can I fly?”

“Who said that just because you’re a snake that you can’t fly anyway?” she replied. They took a moment to laugh at the idea of Andrei growing a pair of wings and flying away.

“Either way, I am not ashamed of my past and I’m not ashamed of you. You are my son, beautiful, and precious, and if this place can’t recognize that then it doesn’t deserve you.”

For a few minutes they just sat there, holding each other, tears streaming down their faces. Then Andrei pulled back.

“Thank you, mom,” he mummered.

“What for?”

“For being the best mom ever. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’d survive, you’re strong. This I know. Now, enough with the sap. Where do you want to move to next?” Maybe it was sad that this was practically tradition, but it was what it was. Whenever he got kicked out, they would sit down and figure out where to go next. Then, his mom would figure out how to get them there as cheaply as possible.

Maybe her methods weren’t exactly… legal? But they got to where they wanted to go, and that’s all that really mattered. After all, laws are made for those who are already living comfortably, right?

So here he was again. He was on a new planet, in a new school, surrounded by new types of species and yet…

“Look, it’s a Serd,” the kids snickered. Andrei hunched further into himself. Here he was again, being bullied. He couldn’t say that he was surprised, per se, just sadly resigned. He wondered how long it would take for him to find the ring leader. To find the person who would be bullying him the most.

“Hey, Serd! What’s your name?” a kid a little taller than he asked. Ah, was this the guy? Should he answer, should he not? Well, it would probably be harder later down the road if he didn’t give his name.

“Andrei Schlange,” he said, looking the taller kid in the eyes. Better to get this over with.

“Well Schlange, this is my school.” Ah, so he was right. He was the main bully. Lovely. He decided not to reply to the comment, unsure as to how violent he was. “We don’t want your kind here…” on and on this kid went. As though he hasn’t heard this shit before.

It had been a couple months since he was kicked out of his old school. He was 12 now, and already done with the world. The thing is? He still sort of thought he deserved it, he was Serdran and his first thought was always harming someone who bullied him. So yeah, maybe he deserved to be treated like trash. He was still tired though. Already he was wondering how long it would be until he snapped and punched someone. Or until he was thought to be cheating on a test. How long would it be until he got kicked out again.

“You payin’ attention to me?” the kid in front of him asked. I mean, obviously he wasn’t but he didn’t really want to get punched nor did he really want to punch someone. Well, that last bit was a lie. He kinda wanted to punch the kid in front of him. Either way, it probably wasn’t wise to let his feelings get the best of him.

“Yeah,” he muttered, looking down at his feet this time. He wanted to hide the anger he knew would be showing in his eyes. Why did he think he could come back to school? Why did he hope it would be different?

“Good, wouldn’t want a shitty Serd to think he was better than me, yeah?” The kid, along with a few others, laughed. Serd. He hated that word. A slur for Serdrans, as though they weren’t even worth the effort of saying their whole name. He felt the urge to punch this kid. He was holding back, of course, but that didn’t stop him from wanting it. He could fight this kid, but then he’d be kicked out again, and then his mom would be disappointed, and it would just be a mess.

“Though, gotta say, wonder who your mom is. She ain’t Serd, we don’t have any adult Serds here. You a half breed or somethin’?” Andrei didn’t really like that term. Half breed. It made him feel less like a person and more like an animal or something. He’d prefer the term mixed, if anything.

“And if I am?”

“Then I’d say your mom is kind of easy, isn’t she? To willingly lay with a Serd.” Just like that, Andrei’s temper flared. Not his mom. Not again. He raised his fist to punch him, when someone grabbed his hand.

“Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing!”

Cliffhanger! Don’t worry, you’ll know what happens next week ;)

But writing long passages is hard! This is only 2k and it took so long to write! Mad props to those that write 5-10k chapters. MAD PROPS!

This is currently unedited. I will be getting someone to edit it at a later date, but I wanted to get this out today (even if there’s on 30 minutes until tomorrow...)

As always, likes and reblogs are appreciated but reposts are bad! You see someone reposting our stuff, let us know! Hope you enjoyed! Until next time -Tash

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J you beautiful fuck, it's Skull from overwatching-you-sleep. Excited for what you're gonna do here, and let me kick you off with some gore since everybody else on this site is too weak to request it (at least in my experience) Hit me with that Devil skin Mercy gore please

{I actually finished this one last night, but I’m a dumb fuck and fell asleep while waiting for my computer to load. Oops.}{On another note, you didn’t specify whether you wanted Mercy with a reader or an NPC, so I went with 2nd person reader being fucked up by Mercy, ‘cuz it fit better with what I had in mind. Not to mention the fact that scenes like this are always more fun in 1st or second person. Though whether you follow the victim or the assailant really depends on what feeling you’re going for, in this case the terrified mindset of the reader works better than the gleeful, probably not fully reliable one of Mercy.}{Too-long-intro-is-too-long, -J}

You remember seeing her silhouette in the distance- wings spread wide, a bent halo above her head, or at least what you thought was one, and a staff in her hands. Every cell in your dying body had been convinced she was an angel, especially when she knelt by another wounded survivor. Calling out to her had only seemed like the logical thing to do. But then she had turned to you, the glow from her purple eyes sending chills down your spine, and, seemingly deciding that you were more interesting than her other victim, snapped the man’s neck with a simple twist. There had been an overwhelming sense of fear as she approached you, her visage slowly entering the light. One thing had become painfully clear when she ended up a mere foot away:

She was no angel.

What followed had been a blur, somehow resulting in your unconsciousness, and it had only been a few minutes ago that you had woken back up. The first thing that you had noticed was the ropes binding you to some sort of bed. Due to the darkness around you, the exact nature of your surroundings remained a mystery. That, combined with the harsh nature of your capture, filled your heart with a shaking sense of dread. Whatever was to come next could not be pleasant. It was that thought that urged you to struggle against your restraints, despite how tight they were. Soon enough the ropes dug into your skin, making you hiss with every movement, unintentionally catching the notice of a certain… fiend.

The second you heard her giggle, you froze up completely. Too scared to even glance around, you simply stared at the space directly in front of you, heart thundering as you waited to see what the stranger had in store for you. Even when footsteps came closer and closer, you could not bring yourself to move. That only seemed to amuse the woman even more. Her laughter cut through the air, filling the space, somehow instilling even more panic in your chest. Part of you wanted to cry, but you managed to hold your tears in… at least for the moment. Something told you that you wouldn’t be able to do so for much longer.

“Is that… fear? So very, very delectable,” the woman murmured, seeming far closer than her footsteps would have had you believe. Surprise made you flinch a little, finally regaining your ability to move, and you frantically searched your surroundings for any hint of her location. Almost immediately there was a clicking sound, followed by a blinding light right in your face. Once more you flinched, snapping your head to the side, clamping your eyes shut as you did. A little tsk was the only initial response you received. Something clicked a few seconds later, however, and you felt the bed start to rise as well as tilt. The movement changed the angle which the light hit you at, allowing you to hesitantly reopen your eyes. “That’s it, Müsli, look at me.”

You didn’t want to, of course, but when a hand reached to grip your chin, unnaturally sharp nails starting to pierce the soft flesh, you had no choice other than complying. With half a whimper you glanced up at your captor. Now that you could finally see her in a bright environment… her true nature was instantly clear. As you had already realized, she was no angel, and now you knew that she was the antithesis of one. The curved horns, the glowing eyes, the sharp teeth and wicked grin… there was no mistaking her for anything other than a demon. Once more you felt your body lock up. Maybe it was for the best, really, seeing as struggling would get you nothing; except perhaps even crueler treatment. You were at the woman’s mercy… assuming she had any.

“Nothing to say?… I hope you won’t stay quiet for long,” she chimed, mischief clear in her expression, “I do love it when the Müsli squeaks for me.” Another chill ran down your spine in response, your body trying to get you to look away from the monster in front of you. But you couldn’t take your eyes off of her. Not even when she reached to the side, pulling some sort of tray over, various surgical instruments gleaming in the light. Nor when she raised the first one up; a scalpel as clean as could be, presented with an unmistakable sense of pride. The expression on the woman’s face was somehow more terrifying than what caused it. Maybe it was the promise behind the looks she gave you, the knowledge that she was going to do awful things to you… and enjoy every second of it.

Whatever it was, you tried to flip the script on it, tried to use her face- as horrifying as it was- as an anchor, something to focus on. When the scalpel first pressed against you, it became clear that trying to distract yourself would be next to impossible. Yet you were determined to try anyway. As the metal slowly dragged along your skin, down the center of your body, more tearing clothes than flesh, you stared at the space between her eyes. The slightest of whimpers managed to slip past your lips when she tugged the fabric away, exposing your bare chest to her. That drew a low chuckle from her. Everything you did seemed to amuse her in some twisted way. What did I do to deserve this? You wondered, trying to swallow the lump forming in your throat. But all rational thoughts fell away when she made the first real incision.

Once more down the center of your body, this time deeper, and only from the end of your neck to the start of your stomach. Try as you might, it was impossible to hold in your cries of pain. Although you had been injured before your capture, your wounds had been light, far more shallow than this, and adrenaline had seemed to numb the worst of it. This, on the other hand, was both pure and raw. Of course, it was only the beginning. All your screaming did was encourage the one responsible. Her eyes lit up as you cried out, an unsettling satisfaction filling them, a little hum of approval leaving her throat at the same time.

“What a good Müsli!” She praised, momentarily cupping your chin again, blood from her glove smudging onto the skin. “Isn’t this fun?” The woman asked, head tilting to the side a bit. By the way she talked, one could almost forget the sinister reality of the situation. Considering the crimson dripping from your open chest… well, you certainly wouldn’t be able to forget what was really going on. Even as some of the pain receded, and you were able to quiet down a little, there was no room for speech or intricate thoughts. This seemed to irritate the woman, who had evidently been expecting some sort of reply. “Rendered speechless already?… Tsk, I had expected you to have better stamina, Müsli. You’re lucky you’re my only pet left,” she started to say, leaning in to whisper into your ear, “otherwise I’d slit that pretty little throat of yours right now.”

To be honest, that seemed like the better option. How likely was it that she’d let you survive this? In you mind, though the thoughts were not concrete, you would prefer to die sooner than later, if you must die at all. Of course, the woman before you did not care about your preferences. Everything she did made that much clear.

“Still nothing? You disappoint me,” she murmured, giving you a hard stare. How much did she truly expect from you? Still hissing in pain through clenched teeth, all you could do was watch her with watery eyes. It wasn’t enough. Then again, could anything you do be enough for her, or was any attempt at cooperating just as futile as resisting? There wasn’t really any time to dwell on the matter- not that you were capable of much rational thought at the moment, anyway. “Well then… perhaps we should cut out your tongue. You aren’t using it, after all,” she suggested, smirking when your eyes widened. Watching you squirm gave her an undeniable sort of pleasure. After a few seconds of admiring the view, she pulled back before speaking again. “So, what shall it be, Müsli? This is your last chance to speak; to beg.”

“Please,” you managed to sputter out, the syllable slurred out. It hurt to speak, your throat being raw and dry, but you had no choice. “Ah’ll… Ah’ll do anything… jus’ don’t kill me…” Your voice was quiet, barely audible, and almost every word was punctuated with a grunt or hiss of pain. Luckily, it seemed to be enough for your captor. She set the scalpel down before cupping your chin again. Gently she ran her thumb over your lips, marveling at the way they quivered, gaze taking in all of your delicious fear. The look in her eyes was enough to make you let out another sob, another soft cry.

“Anything?” She purred, smirking devilishly. You nodded frantically, over and over again, trying to stutter out agreements, nearly choking on your words, especially as she tightened her grip on you. A little hum of approval left her throat as she pushed her thumb into your mouth, seemingly investigating something. Once she was satisfied she pulled back with another crooked smile. “Yes, I think you’ll do just fine. You’ll be an obedient little pet, won’t you? Hmm, Müsli?” The demon asked, grin widening, relishing in the horrified confusion of your expression. Everything she said seemed to go right over your head, meaning completely lost on you. Evidently she noticed this, as her smile faded slightly, and she let out a little sigh before speaking again. “You’re making a deal with the devil, little mouse, and every deal has a price. In exchange for your life, I require something rather… costly: Your service. I’ll let you live, but you will have to wear my collar for the rest of your existence, unless I grow bored of you and trade you to another. Have I made myself clear?” She asked, staring at you the whole time, never once blinking, too eager to drink in your reaction.

It took you a moment to process her explanation. Once you did, however, you felt your heart rate speed up, your skin pale, and your forehead start to sweat. What would she make you do? Would surviving really be worth whatever would follow?… You weren’t sure. But fear was a powerful force, far too powerful for you to deny. As terrible of an idea as it seemed… you found yourself nodding. Dying scared you more than living did, for perhaps the first time in your life. Your answer seemed to please the demon, whose smirk reappeared, and she let out a sharp laugh.

“Wonderful! It’s been too long since I’ve had a… a little helper. Now, let’s get you ready, yes?” She chimed. Confusion washed over you, especially as she reached for another tool. As soon as one caught the light, you started panicking, having thought that the worst of it was over. Pulling at your bindings again proved as futile as the first time. Of course, this time the woman was less amused. “Tsk tsk, did you think that becoming my servant was as simple as putting a leash around your throat? Hmm? How silly of you, Müsli. The collar goes around your heart. Now stop struggling… or don’t, I don’t mind making a few cuts in the wrong place.” With those words you froze up, eying her with a mix of hatred and terror.

Mere moments later you were clamping your eyes shut, teeth clenched together, trying not to squirm as the woman made an incision separate from the first, this one above your heart. Tears poured from your eyes as the pain rocked your body. Try as you might, you couldn’t stop your shaking. Understandably this only worsened the pain, as it forced the demon to put pressure on your chest to keep you down, in addition to working quicker. Several more cuts were made before you were granted a temporary reprieve. Some shuffling was heard as the woman grabbed another set of tools, these ones, while less sharp, promising just as much pain as the scalpel. Their technical name was unknown to you, but their purpose as clear as your impending misery: They were meant to stretch flesh, to further open a surgical cavity, allowing doctors to get to one’s internal organs.

You couldn’t stop the scream from tearing out of your throat. Nor could you stop yourself from tugging at your restraints when the devices did the same to your skin, pulling back layers as you started to black out. Displeased by this, your captor reached for something, quickly jabbing the sharp end into the side of your neck. Whatever the contents of the needle were, they were enough to force you to stay awake. Still, everything around you both blurred and numbed, the majority of the pain starting to recede. However, you could still see, as well as feel, everything that she did to you. That meant watching as she cut further, seeing your own blood cover her gloves. Even without any medical experience, besides for rudimentary first aid training, you knew that she was skipping steps in the process. Namely the ones involving things that would prevent you from bleeding out. Part of you began to wonder if she wasn’t going to keep her word… then she pulled back yet another layer, exposing your bloody, beating heart. If not for the medicine she had forced into you, you would have thrown up right then and there, without a doubt. As it was you simply closed your eyes and cried.

“So much blood… so very lovely, don’t you think?” You heard her ask as she rummaged through her tools, pulling out something with a little hum of approval. “Don’t worry about bleeding out, Müsli. If you try to, I’ll take care of it. Until then… well, red is such a nice color, ja?” With another chuckle she reached into your chest. Feeling her hands where they were, moving against your heart, pressing whatever it was she had retrieved against it, made your stomach churn. Tears continued to fall as even more sobs escaped your lips. “And… there. Take a look, my pet, and see what binds your life to mine.” You didn’t want to look. All you wanted was to wake up from this nightmare, to escape from this hell, to get away from the monster in front of you.

But she had given you an order, and you were incapable of denying her. Quietly you opened your eyes, glancing down at your blood-soaked chest, gaze falling upon your own exposed heart. A crystal-like object had been embedded into it, giving off the slightest glow. Something was slowly seeping out of it… trailing out into your heart. Infecting it. Turning the veins dark, blackening the blood, tinting the flesh into sickly colors. If you had been able to look at your captor, you would have seen the pride in her expression. It would have made you happier than you had been in years. Instead you stared at the result of her work, her bloody masterpiece, unable to form a real opinion on what you saw.

“Now… let’s get you closed up,” your mistress said, starting to remove the clamps and smooth your flesh back over, not bothering to sew it closed. Her powers would be more than enough to bind your body back together. “I can’t wait to put you to work. We’re going to have so much fun together.”

#gore cw #mercy #lots-o-blood #technically not as much as originally intended #also longer than originally intended #which isn't surprising #this is /me/ we're talking about #i have problems okay

[canaryatlaw]

Well, today was alright. Kinda crappy at some points, but not horrible. It all started of course with me wanting to be lazy, so when my alarm went off at 9:25 I half awake figured I could sleep till 10:10 if I ubered to the gyno instead of taking public transportation, so I set my alarm for 10:10- or at least I thought I did. Nope. I was still half asleep while setting it and accidentally set it for 11:10 instead. So it goes off then and I realize what happens, and that my gyno appointment is in 5 minutes. Fuck. So I call them and tell them I messed up my appointment and if they could get me in any other time today, and they said they could do 1 and I needed to get there so I said good I'll be there. The only issue was that I had a haircut appointment booked for 1, lol. So I got on the phone with ulta to try and reschedule that, but of course the lady that cuts my hair has a super busy schedule and I have a super busy schedule and it just wasn't gonna work, so the receptionist and I resolved she'd call me when she gets in and we'd figure it out. So I got ready and walked to the train, then once again managed to mess shit up. I looked up directions to the doctors office last night, I had been there before but I was trying a train route this time instead of a bus one. Only problem is I guess I looked at them too quickly and got off on totally the wrong stop, and instead of being a 10 minute walk from there to the doctor it was gonna be a 30 minute walk, and oh, my appointment was in 5 minutes (again). Fuck. It is really not my day with timing. So I hop on my Lyft app and get one pretty quickly, and only ended up being like 10 minutes left which was relieving. I had to wait a little bit, but the I got called back. Last time I was there for more birth control he made me promise I would come back for my annual in March cuz I was due for a Pap smear and everything, so here I was. Now, I'm sure I'm not alone in this feeling, but I do not like going to the gyno, even though I quite like my actual Doctor. He has a great bedside manner at least. I've had two Pap smears done before, and I remember them being painful, but HOLY SHIT it fucking hurt so bad I actually was saying ow out loud, something that I wasn't doing when they stuck a needle instead my forearm bone and were using it to shove my bones around in there. It was really, really bad. Thankfully it wasn't all that long, and from there it was just a quick pelvic exam and we were good. Ugh. Like I get why I have to go in, but it just sucks cuz like, I'm not having sex with anyone and the whole thing is just awkward. Oh well, at least it's done now. Set up the birth control to come through the mail system my insurance uses and I was good to go. The building is kind of a mish mosh of different things, there's doctors offices, apartments, coffee shops and even an ace hardware. I was kind of dawdling for a bit because I was looking for this chocolate I had tried from Walgreens a few weeks back and liked, and then was playing phone tag with my hair stylist haha by after a few times we got each other and tried every possible combination between our two schedules this week and it just could not work, and of course she's training all next week, so we ended up having to delay it until 2 weeks from now, which means my hair is gonna be even longer and unruly but I guess I'll just have to make do. Hopped on a bus back to school and went to the PAD office to try and get my crim pro reading done, which wasn't all that successful but I read the case briefs at least. I was nervous throughout class that she was gonna cold call me since I passed last week, but I don't think she actually cold called anyone today since she generally only does it if nobody volunteers, so that was good. I was probably tuned out for most of the class (kind of a habit at this point) and I commented thank you on everyone who wrote happy birthday to me on my Facebook wall, lol. We did get into an interesting convo about the adversarial-ness that should exist between two sides, should they be at each other's throats or is it better to be friends? So others were giving their opinion and I raise my hand and start saying how my dad knew a lawyer who filed an excessive force claim in every single case and it pissed off the ADA's so much and at the end of the day that's just gonna hurt your client if the other side has a grudge against you, and my prof was just like "finally someone said what I've been waiting for- it's not about how you feel, it's always about what's best for your client" so I felt a by accomplished with that. After class I went home and decided to turn on the flash, since I'm behind on all my superhero shows except legends this week. It was a decent episode, did feel like somewhat of a bottle episode to me, or at least a filler just to drag things out a bit before the epic final showdown. I did find the villain enticing though, and the actor played him to perfection. Still don't know how I feel about Cynthia and Cisco, or about how I feel about Cynthia's actions in this episode. Man, poor Joe. I felt so bad for him in this episode. His whole monologue talking about how he would stay up at night when she was a baby just to make sure she was still breathing because he was afraid if he wasn't there he'd stop- like, that hit me so hard because I can totally relate to that feeling with my sister. I've brought myself into full on hysterics on several occasions just on the thought that something might happen to her- I really cannot imagine what that must be like for him. So awful. Of course I think we'd have trouble giving much credit to anything the guy says, but that's a different story. The whole Julian/Caitlin plot was interesting, I'm glad they at least resolved some stuff between them. The whole surgery situation was all kinds of ridiculous, like I'm sorry that's just not physically possible haha not gonna happen. And then of course the ending scene, she was flat lining and I was like screaming at the tv JUST TAKE THE DAMN NECKLACE OFF ALREADY! I mean I knew she wasn't gonna be really dead, so they obviously had to fix that quickly which they did. Of course they were teasing killer frost all season and now it looks like we'll get her full blown. I'm like, excited to see the character but also sad for Caitlin because I love her character so much and I don't want this for her. Also, I've gotten so bad with tv character deaths. I'm literally at the point where I never believe they're happening. Like nope, they're not really dead, they'll be back, and the crazy part is most of the time I am right....(I maintain that I am 100% right about Snart on these grounds) but of course eventually there will be a real one and I'll be very pissed. While I was watching the flash my computer started to have some weird meltdown I couldn't figure out, so I got on the apple support website from my phone and was trying different stuff but nothing was working right, so I just gave up and made a Genius Bar appointment for after class on Friday since I'll be out and not have my laptop with me all day tomorrow, so it's not too bad of a waiting period, just annoying. But yeah, I'm not doing too great on the exhausted front this week, as you might've been able to tell by my morning actions described above, so in that note I am going to let my very eyelids close now and hopefully get some sleep (something short of 6 hours, unfortunately). Goodnight friends. Have a lovely rest of your week.

#daily journal #March 2017

[illjustblamemypasttrauma]

Its been a rough one.

Today has just been... not great? Bad. This morning was unremarkable, just me getting ready for work, me getting to work and having to do stuff right away. Then me having like a solid 2 hours of nothing, then back to like busy until I left. The day wasn’t necessarily bad because it was busy, like Wednesdays are always busy (also I was so scared that today was actually Tuesday instead) but like I feel like my mood has just gotten worse? like I was really irritable with my sister last night while playing (I was valid for getting annoyed but I should’ve just said something instead of getting upset to myself) and then like today I got really annoyed with my coworker (which valid he is annoying and I felt like he crossed a boundary and then he got passive aggressive while apologizing through text) - we were talking about pregnancy and about how the baby moves and I was like “gross” cuz I wasn’t used to seeing the baby like Do That while in the womb. and then he sends a birthing video and I’m like “I haven’t seen childbirth as an adult but like I don’t really want to” and he then posted two gifs of a lady just popping a squat and plopping out her baby?? like what? I was so annoyed I was like.. “What the fuck? / Actually kinda mad / Like I didn’t want to see that / and like whatever I went back to work and my other coworker was getting on to me because I asked her to see a client while I was dealing with a client we shouldn’t have even seen since it was past the time we seen them for that kinda thing but I didn’t wanna tell them to just go home. ANYWAY I get my coworker to come take care of a different client and she starts being like “look for an email from justin” “Check right now” “he was mad and I told him to like just tell you in person but he’s doing it in email” and like she kept harassing me about that and it just made my mood plummet even more. Like I HATE when I make mistakes and if my boss is sending me an email about it then I’m EXTRA activated. I mean I feel like growing up I was just taught to react this way. It either wasn’t a big deal or it randomly was a Big Deal and like a scene would be made or something. So needless to say I’m anxious as fuck waiting for my boss to send this email, I’m annoyed and feel like lowkey violated since my other coworker thought he was justified in sending me a graphic vid/gif of a woman giving birth. Then I have to deal with two clients back to back who just won’t. stop. talking. and its like almost time for me to go so I’m Done with work doing shit anyway. AND THEN during all this my coworker who sent the gifs sends this “apology”: #toxic masc / I’m sorry for crossing your boundary but not for the content.” Like ??? I was so upset I couldn’t even think about it cuz I didn’t wanna unpack that when I was about to see a client. Like yeah he makes comments about my toxic masculinity issue but like ... we get it, I know I have some issues, I’m going to therapy! like just because you can “see” it (even though I feel like hes projecting at least SOME of it on me) doesn’t give you the right to give me unsolicited advise, unsolicited “educating” on child birth. Like ??? who gave you the right?

Then Haley offered to call me and talk to me after work and like she said “I’m going to take a poop” then 20 mins later goes “sorry I got a headache” like... okay? just say you didn’t wanna talk? like it hurts me how we always say like “hey talk to me whenever” and I’m ALWAYS willing to drop what I’m doing and listen, but like whenever its me she just. Doesn’t. Like couldn’t even call me when I’m having a bad day. And granted she is dealing with her shit and shes Clinically Depressed, relying on the person who caused her trauma, and isolating herself when she’s not with her problematic friend who just gets high and fights with his boyfriend. Like she’s fucked up and maybe its just hard for her to be there because its hard for her to be there for herself. Which makes sense but still hurts me a bit.

Then I go to home, get in wow queue, go to walmart and just listen to music while I shop, like music is my favorite coping skill. I would’ve had a breakdown in walmart if I wasn’t bopping to kpop. I end up spending like 85$ because I bought cat food, cosmetic/first aid stuff, and then cleaning supplies. then I get home and play wow for like a couple hours, nathaniel says he can’t play tonight and that we can play tomorrow. I end up getting food from Taco Bell cuz I got a free taco. And then like just... waste time.. Like I feel like my life is just ... stagnant? like I just don’t really have anything going on. Not to mention the guy I was dating like got more distant lately? I mean I did tell him I didn’t wanna make this exclusive yet and like I’m having issues finding him attractive so I’ve been distant before, but like... damn I hate getting close to people and like letting myself get Hurt. Granted he was sick this week and is getting his wisdom teeth removed tomorrow morning but like it feels like Something is Up. MEANWHILE my eye just keeps twitching randomly and its annoying cuz it would do it around clients too and ugh I think I’m just tired from staying up late playing wow then having problems sleeping afterwards.

ANYWAYS back to me just feeling stagnant. Like I feel like I started getting into a groove at work. Like its not too hard and I’m able to do my job fairly well. But like that also means like am I gonna stay here for a while? Like I don’t really wanna keep working with these actually crazy people for long. But if it takes me 2 years to get my LPCI then like ... am I willing to work here until then? Do I want to have to continue doing this? do this just because my job can count towards hours? Is this even the right path for me? I spent my whole savings (2,500$) on that CELTA program and ended up doing Nothing with it... but also theres no way in hell I would survive in another country right now. Like if anything this shows how broken I am. How fucked up I am about my worth (I feel like I should be doing better, that i’m not good enough, that I’m wrong.) and then I cope with my shit by just avoiding it. Playing computer games, listening to music, reading fanfic... like I don’t even pay for my car insurance, health insurance, or my phone bill. I’m always the one people are paying for not the one paying for others. I’m always the one needing help. It just makes me feel like shit sometimes. I’m just a fuck up that won’t be able to live up to my family’s expectations. I’ll never be the son they wanted. Even my sister is doing something near what my parents want, she’s trying to have a baby, she has a doctorate and a well paying job. Its like all I have in my life are these people who have their lives put together, jobs that pay well, the degrees they want, romantic relationships I’m too broken to have. And I just sit here and compare my life to them. Compare what I “should be doing, what I should have, what i should want” to them and it just doesn’t add up. and the only explanation for me is that I’m the one at fault. It must be because I’m broken, I’m not good enough, I’m wrong. But you know what I think I just need to give myself some slack. I’ve dealt with shit for years. Shit none of my family (that I know of) had to deal with and yeah I don’t have my life together just yet but is that so wrong? is it so bad to have to say “I can’t/don’t want to take my vacation days to go to some family reunion in Utah” is it so bad to need help with paying for my medications for a disease that was given to me by poor genetics, to need help paying for therapy for the emotional damage I’ve sustained from a somewhat emotionally abusive childhood. Is it so bad that I’m trying. That I’m trying to be who I want to be? That I’m still getting there on my own terms. That I’m working through my own path and not following the same ones my siblings or parents did? Even though Camille has had her problems, and my mom had MAJOR problems when she was my age.

If anything I feel that I should go back to doing the self validating 3 times a day, and try to embrace my emotions more.