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imagine past/young gojo and reader go into the future and meet the future gojo and reader with the kids and shi
Kaleidoscope Series—Clouds and Mochi Chapters: { Sweet Things }
—Gojo Satoru X Wife Reader
𑁍 Synopsis:
2016...
The paycheck you got yesterday was dated 2010.
"This is crazy..." Is this even possible?
Your knees faltered, staggering back as you reread the paper. You have fallen into the wrong timeline. Did the curse have so much power to send you far to the present? How are you gonna go back?
𑁍 Genre: fluff, time-leap
𑁍 WC/CW/TW: (1.4k)—/ glimpse of teen Satoru, teen reader, the reader got sucked in a curse's domain, clingy Satoru—/
𑁍 A/N: For some reason, there seems to be a number that likes this trope (I have two more of the same request in the inbox). This is not my forte, so sorry for the very long wait dear. I'll post the next part in Satoru's POV. This will be a three-shot I guess.
"Neh, can you fight?" A 19-year-old Satoru held his breath as he asks the girl he's been wanting to talk to for years now. "I can train you," he added.
"No, but if you do that stunt again I'm gonna knee you where the sun doesn't shine." You smiled sweetly at the male, contrasting with the blank look in your eyes.
Satoru's heart only shivered. Please, you have to stop being so adorable it's making his heart go batshit pounding.
"Yaga-san, I'm going. Please wire my payment to the usual account." You bowed at the older male chanting to let down a curtain. You move to get out before the partition touched the ground.
"Oi!" Satoru almost choked on himself watching you turn your back on him. Not so fast pretty girl. Not when he's spent years looking at you from afar. He stopped you and handed over the blue folding umbrella.
"Sorry about that, I'm Gojo Satoru, and take this. It's going to rain," Satoru smiled and reach for your hand, depositing the umbrella before you could reply, and ran back into the curtain. He bit his lips, grinning to himself so badly he feels like he wants to roll on the ground. Damn it! You're just so cute. Seconds later small droplets started to fall.
That was how you "first" met the annoying but thoughtful menace. But little did you know...
Little by little he meets you more frequently in the missions, being a window, you're the first in the scene before the managers and sorcerers arrive. And it was supposed to be a normal mission and the sorcerers were just a bit late when you got entangled in the domain, with no way out. Just when your eyes are fully engulfed in the bottomless pit, a dash of white hair rushes forward and a shout called you.
"Y/n! Wake up, hey grab on me!" A crisp profanity flew out of the rude mouth. You swam into consciousness and gasped for oxygen.
You thought you're gonna die. That wasn't the first time you put down a curtain for a special grade curse but it sure will be the closest you get to dying. The curse messes up space and time. After regaining your breath, your eyes fluttered open and met the thick foliage of trees staring back at you.
The sound of loud children nearby occupied your hearing as you swam into full consciousness. This is Jujutsu Tech's grounds, the scenery is familiar but you don't know where it will lead since Master Tengen's barrier changes every day leading to different kinds of places to keep intruders from invading the school.
You started walking until you find yourself at the door of the mountain, towards the city. You look down at your dirty clothes and sighed. Perhaps getting a shower first makes sense. You hailed a cab and gave your address.
"!?"
The three-story building you're living in is nowhere and it was replaced by a fancy-looking cafe.
Les Sucreries
"What is going on?" You remember walking up and going out of your apartment this morning. You can't be in the wrong place since the ice cream parlor you love is right in front and a few blocks is the cafe you are working on part-time.
"Ah, Miss. If you'd like please check out this flier it's time-limited so make sure to drop your entry!" A lad skip up to you and extended a flier then ran away.
Free Bouquet for the first three visitors... Fleur-de-Lis Bouquets. Only until July 27, 2016...
2016...
The paycheck you got yesterday was dated 2010.
"This is crazy..." Is this even possible?
Your knees faltered, staggering back as you reread the paper. You have fallen into the wrong timeline. Did the curse have so much power to send you far to the present? How are you gonna go back?
If in 2016 your apartment is not there anymore... Does that mean you finally got to buy your own house? What course did you take in college? Did you finally get a decent boyfriend?
A blush rose to your face. Why of all things did you have to think of that? You should first find a way home before worrying about that. Maybe going back to Jujutsu Tech will help. You started walking in the direction of the college.
The cafe door opened and a lady in a barista's apron peeked outside. The baby she's carrying on her hip calmed down when she walked out of the cafe.
"Did you see someone we know Kou-chan?" The lady chuckled as she tickled her baby boy with striking white hair while he tried to babble and pointed his chubby finger at the lady walking away.
"Mama..."
"Mnn? Mama's right here sweetheart."
II
Ahhh, this is crazy. The Tokyo of 2010 and Tokyo of 2016 look so alike and not at the same time.
You walked and walked and stopped.
That striking white hair that stands out of the crowd, lanky figure, and cool minty scent. The man is walking on the other side of the road and stopped on the red lights.
"Gojo?"
Your hands immediately flew to cover your mouth. He's wearing a weird white bandage over his eyes and his hair is fluffed up by the constricting cloth. But it's him! He looks just a 'bit' more handsome and mature...
Shit! You smacked your head. This is not the time for those thoughts.
And you'd never admit it to him or else his ego will gloat and you won't hear the end of it. Sometimes you wonder if ever someone has duct taped his mouth because he's so noisy and annoying.
Anyways, you can't help but trail after Gojo. Surely he'll help you if you just approach him. Everyone says he has a bad personality but when you first met him, he may sound condescending yet he ran after you to give you an umbrella because it was going to rain. That was thoughtful of him.
He's not that so bad... You thought and sighed. He may have the answer on how you could come back home. But at the same time, you're a little curious about how he turned out 6 years later. Just a little curious. After you're satisfied you'll approach him!
Come to think of it... Is he married? He should be 24 right now... It's quite young to be married yet but knowing that he came from the Gojo Clan and on top he's the heir it's not surprising if he already has an arranged marriage partner.
What does she look like? She must have a very unique curse technique and be from a prestigious clan.
Argh! Stop thinking about that Y/n. I need to go home. You steeled your thoughts.
Mustering up your courage you ran to the nearest pedestrian line and ran after Gojo but he walks damn fast.
"Damn, those lanky legs." You panted and look around only to realize you're back to where you were before.
Les Sucreries
That's French... The name fits Gojo very much.
What is he doing here? Overcame by curiosity, you entered the cafe and sat on the farthest table. Will he recognize you?
That was when a woman came down the stairs, wearing a plain brown apron. She didn't notice you because she was focused on the man leaning on the stairs. The man was Gojo.
And the woman... was you...?
Your jaw dropped and took another look at the woman's face. It's definitely you!
It's just that your hair is longer and your body is more mature. And there's the palpable wedding band on your left ring finger.
But that's definitely "you" standing beside the strongest sorcerer, with his hands wrapped around "your" waist as he tries to sneak a kiss.
W-What happened?
Your heart was pounding and slowly regretted entering the cafe. Not in your wildest dreams did you think this would even be a possibility. I-Is he your h-husband?
So you got married. And not just married!
You're married to Gojo.
What were you thinking?! Ahhhhh! You felt your heart like a dying fish removed from the water. This isn't real... You could feel your soul escaping from your body.
You looked up and blue eyes met you. The same arrogant smirk on his lips and he whispered something to "your" ear and kissed her temples before walking towards your direction. The future "you" went up the stairs, still uninformed that her six years younger self is here.
"You blushing Y/n-chan?" He chimed and sat on the chair across from you, flashing a devilish grin. "So... how did my lil' teen crush get here?"
—GreyCaelum
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Hi!
For the prompt requests...I'm thinking "I'm sorry, I had to" with Hound maybe 👀 or Cody as an alternative ❤️
hello roz my dear. thank you for this prompt!! I wanted desperately to write for Hound for this, but Cody came in and said "nope, this one's mine" so here we are. hope you enjoy!
First Kiss - Cody
Summary: You're injured. Cody can't risk losing you without telling you how he feels.
Warnings: canon-typical violence, angst, fluff, confessions
Word Count: 1k
dividers by: me, @saradika, and @dystopicjumpsuit in that order <3
As a starship technician, you don’t often travel to the frontlines. You support your boys in yellow from the Negotiator, repairing the clones’ gunships, the Jedis’ hyperdrive rings, and other engineering tasks that sometimes fall through the cracks. While you’d technically been combat trained when you enlisted with the GAR, that had been ages ago. You’ve never had a need to brush up on your skills. In effect, the GAR viewed you as a civilian engineer, not as a soldier, and so didn’t feel the need to press your training.
Maybe they should have.
Because while you don’t go to the frontlines, today the frontline has come to you.
Explosions rock the Negotiator. Tremors rumble up through the durasteel floor into your body, already panicked as it is, as you pelt full-tilt down a side corridor. Your blaster is clutched in sweaty palms. You need to reach the hangar bay. You’ve been working on some modifications to the gunships to make them quieter, stealthier, more efficient—if that data is destroyed or, even worse, stolen, several months of your work goes down the drain. You may even be fired if the Separatists use the data against the clone army.
But in reality, that’s not what you’re worried about. No, you’re worried about Cody. You know him; he’s out there at the front right now, leading his men by example. It’s part of the reason you fell for him in the first place. He cares for his men—and in the end, that depth of emotion may be his downfall. Kark, you should have told him how you feel.
You sprint past dozens of troopers running in the opposite direction. As you near the hangar, one of the men stops you, yanking you to a halt.
“Hangar’s compromised!” he shouts over the blaring klaxon. “Come with us! Commander’s orders!”
That gives you pause. Meeting the helmeted gaze of the trooper with wide eyes, you flounder for a moment. Another explosion shakes the ship. You stumble, the trooper’s grasp the only thing keeping you upright.
“Where’s the Commander?” you shout.
His hesitation tells you all you need to know. Pulling yourself out of the trooper’s grip, you continue on your mad dash to the hangar, its state of damage be damned. Thankfully, none of the rest of the men stop you, and at last, you reach the hangar entrance.
The entire space is engulfed in an inferno. Heat snarls at you as the door opens, before the metal screeches to a halt halfway, jammed. Taking a deep breath of fresh air, you step over the threshold.
You practically live in this hangar. You know exactly where your workstation is, how to get to it, where everything is within your toolbox. This is a space you could walk through in your sleep—yet as you squint against the sting of smoke and dodge flames that seem to leap at you, panic begins to build in your chest in earnest. Because Cody is somewhere in all this carnage, too. You can’t save both your work and your commander.
You couldn’t live with yourself if you let him die.
Your lungs scream for air. With a terrified whimper, you gulp in a deep lungful. Immediately you begin to cough, the smoke burning into your body. Turning in a circle, you attempt to squint through the smoke. The heat grows by the minute and becomes increasingly oppressive. Your knees feel weak. But still you stagger forward. Blind and lost, you cry with a cracked voice for Cody.
You trip. Knees crack against the floor. Hacking, you peer through the smoke with watering eyes. Is that a person coming toward you?
As your vision goes dark, the last thing you see is a pair of hands reaching for you and a familiar golden visor.
When you wake, you’re in the medbay. You can tell before you even open your eyes, just based on the sterile scent of antiseptic tickling your nose, and the hushed, rhythmic beeping of several medical devices.
Eyes fluttering open, you squint against the bright white light reflecting off equally bright white walls. It hurts to breathe, but as you take silent stock of your body, nothing seems dangerously injured. No casts, no splints. Just a few bandages over what you assume are burns.
“Cyare,” a familiar voice says, full of relief.
You turn and meet Cody’s eyes. He looks like shit. Dark circles under his eyes, a long-dried bloody split in his lip, soot and ash coating his normally pristine armor. He sits next to you on a small stool, his elbows resting on his knees, one of his feet bouncing incessantly. But his worried expression melts into something calmer, softer as he takes in your conscious form.
He half-stands, brushing his fingers over your forehead gently, and then leans down. Though logically you know what’s about to happen it’s still a surprise when his lips meet yours in a soft, chaste kiss. You press your face up to his, meeting him, and you both hold there for a moment before he pulls away with a shuddering breath.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, hand sliding down to grasp yours, “I had to. You scared me.”
“M’sorry,” you mumble, mind hazy with his kiss. Your tongue is thick and dry. Nearby, one of the medical devices jumps in its rhythm, the beeps coming faster.
He lowers back onto the stool. “What were you thinking?”
Grimacing, you drop your gaze. “It’s stupid.”
“Tell me,” he says, voice soft and kind.
“I was thinking about you,” you admit in a whisper.
His amber eyes widen in surprise. “Cyare.”
“Told you it’s dumb.”
Shaking his head, he huffs an incredulous chuckle. He inhales deeply, runs a hand through his dirty hair, and fixes you with a look so fond that your heart squeezes.
“I love you, you know,” he says.
The medical device goes crazy now, matching the way your heart stutters in your chest. “I- I love you, too.”
The smile he gives you makes all the pain, all the panic, worth it.
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Ask Etiquette
HELLO sorry for the intimidating post lmao, I just need something to toss up on the masterpost because I feel bad deleting asks and then people will never really have an idea of why I never answered them
I get a ton of asks (usually anywhere from 10 - 20 a day!) and I'm not able to get to them all! I try to answer as many as possible but I'm still just one guy. So with that in mind, there are some sorts of asks I will simply not answer, and some 'requests' I have for people who send them in;
Please keep your asks short
PLEASE try not to send me essays if you want a response; I still love reading them! But if you send me walls of text/analysis you are asking me to write a lot in response, which I'd rather spend on actually writing or designing cats.
(On that note if you send a bunch of questions at once, the likelihood I respond goes down.)
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you do not need to know what i study or where i work. get less comfortable asking these sorts of questions to queer people on the internet, especially when they talk openly about having previously been abused or stalked.
(not that a person should even need to be as open about that as i am)
If I don't have a good response I won't answer
Especially for suggestions I don't vibe with. I try to only say "No" if I have a particularly interesting "No" to talk about, if that makes sense! If I had to write a full explanation for every veto or idea I don't vibe with, this blog would be 90% what isn't in BB.
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"What if Hawkfrost survived his impalement? What if Firestar never joined? What if Tigerstar was never born?" Listen, buddy, you're creating an exponential distraction for possible ways the story could have gone and I'm not looking to write several essays for the literal hundreds of alternative ways Clan history could have been written. It takes you 5 words to ask "What if X never died" but it takes me paragraphs to answer.
(This isn't about suggestions btw, I very specifically mean ppl asking hypotheticals for fun.)
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As I write this I have more than 26 tabs open of unanswered Clanmew asks, a lot more in my inbox, and 9 already in the queue. So that you understand the sheer volume of asks I have there.
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Don't just send me raw lists of OCs to translate, give it a go first using the Lexicon, just so I can see you tried. I will happily and gladly make more specific words for you when I see you try!
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hey nana, just had this thought. how do you think chan would react for seeing you braless? like hear me out. it's just one month since you're relationship and you're too busy to spend time together or be intimate with eachother. recently you've had long 2 weeks going out on many occasions, wearing all tight formal attires. and finally both of you had a leave, deciding to spend it with him. you're tired as hell and even wearing bra made you feel so suffocating, so you decided to remove it and wear nothing but tank top. how do you think he'd react?
(ignore this if i made it seem uncomfortable or anything. anyways have a great day, thank you)
(warning: suggestive, heavy making out, yearning, insinuates sex)
Chan likes you, like really likes you. That's why he tolerated all the time apart. After all this waiting time for you to come around, you've finally been able to define the relationship. It didn't take long for him to count the reasons why it took you so long in the first place.
The job forces you to be social, creating countless networking opportunities, many of which occur late at night during weekdays and weekends. Safe to say you haven't had a lot of time together, but for the first time in a while, you had a free weekend, and who better to spend it with than your boyfriend.
He smells just as good as you remember. His embrace was warm and welcoming like a warm cup of your favorite herbal tea and you can't help but inhale him the moment you arrive. "I missed you so much."
"I missed you too. This weekend was all I was looking forward to this week. I was starting to think I dreamt we got together a month ago."
You chuckle into his chest and pulled away briefly to admire his features, "Definitely not a dream. I'm all yours. I can't wait to spend all weekend with you. Speaking of which, I made us some popcorn and later we can maybe door dash some takeout? I am really sick of tiny little appetizers that would only really fill up an ant."
Chan's giggles were soft and light, a fluttering feeling in your stomach as his hand comes up to pet the top of your head. "All the food you want. Ready to let it all go with you."
You were relieved to hear that and press a kiss to the tip of his nose before guiding him to the couch and getting him comfortable before you break out the snacks. He put on a little comedy action for you both to watch, remembering how you said that was your favorite genre, and grins from ear to ear seeing you return with a tray full of movie theater style treats.
You scoot yourself close to him, lacing your hand through his, testing out the intimacy levels as the familiar 20th Century studio introduction sounds off on Television. Early on, you're already enjoying yourselves, laughing, making your own small inside jokes, and reenacting some of the lines already told on screen. It was nice and relaxed for once. at some point in the night, Chan decides to put his arm over your shoulders, pulling you in closer. You flush at the closer proximity but are reminded by the jabbing feeling of the underwire confining the flesh mounted on your chest and can't help but shrug him off. Chan festers up this guilty, thinking maybe he went too far. "D-did I make you uncomfortable? Sorry."
"Oh, no. It's just, this bra sucks. I was wearing it for errands earlier and should've taken it off. Give me a sec."
You scoot over to the side, giving yourself space. You part the buttons from your cardigan and you tug it right off, your shoulders and arms exposed. Chan gets faint blush realizing what you're about to do and before he could suggest giving you some privacy, you do that magical thing people with breasts do and slip it right from the tank top, revealing a cute nude patterned bra in your grasp he then can't help but notice your breasts naturally dropping from the power of gravity, your nipples plump and poking through the thin material and automatically, he crosses his legs, unable to meet your eyes.
"I'm just gonna put this away. I'll be right back. Keep watching the movie."
You leave him briefly to be alone in his thoughts, thinking how probably soft they would be in his hands or how warm they are pressed up against his face. He twitches in his sweatpants, clenching his legs tighter against each other. "Dead puppies, burning buildings, the Holocaust."
He mumbles to himself distasteful, horrific, and unpleasant things, begging and pleading for this boner to go away. He would have nothing more than to have a relaxed night after all the tiring work both of you have gone through these past few weeks but it had a mind of its own. He had no choice but to use to throw a pillow on his lap, seeing as you've already come back, still in only a tank top nonetheless. You take his arm and throw it back on your shoulders like nothing's happened, attention back on the movie, while Chan could think of anything but the movie.
You notice the tension in his body all too quickly, watching how hard he clutches that pillow or how he blatantly avoids contact with your chest. You grin to yourself, thinking your little act has caused him to malfunction. You draw lips closer to his ear, hearing him gulp the moment your breast brushed up against his arm, and whispered, "Something wrong?"
To which, he ferociously shakes his head, tight-lining his smile no less awkward than you expected him to. You then take your hand to cup the side of his face and press your lips to his, moving it gentle and slow. He eagerly reciprocates, kissing your lips with the vigor of a horny teenager but the hesitancy of a respectful partner, parting as soon he got a taste and returning to not overstepping invisible boundaries he's set for himself, leaving your kiss sweet but curt. You couldn't have it. You reconnect your lips as soon as possible and even run your fingers through his undone hair, unwilling to let go. Chan takes the hint soon enough and comes undone from your touch, hands falling to your hips and pulling you towards him.
Your body heats at the raw intensity Chan unleashes, crawling on top of his lap and bordering either of his sides with your knees, pushing your chest back against him and feeling his moans vibrate throughout your mouth. His hands roam through your body, tracing over your shape, drawing it out in his head, and in a second take away that control to cup your hands over his against your breasts, encouraging him to feel you, savor you, want even the most intimate part of you and how can he say no?
He fondles them gently in his hands, clenching and unclenching to grasp their weight and pillowy sensation, all for him to have them pool between his fingers, teasing your perky nipple between the crevices. You softly whimper, grinding against the constricted snake in his pants like your own personal toy, feeling him grow only bigger every passing second. Chan grunts in every break of the kiss, containing himself as humanly possible, before breaking your liplock and looking into your eyes, a look for approval. "Bedroom?"
"No," You smile shaking your head, "I want you to take me here, on the couch."
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my reading of that post was something akin to [sniffles] i'd like to talk about big gay bbq ;_;
also God yeah if ppl wrote about the ahl more there wld be a lot of firebirds fic. or maybe i just see men and am like ouuuughhhh kiss ? i have Angles for like so many different pairings / polyships
- ash
What if Joey Daccord was enjoying the Big Gay BBQ with his boys after a hard fought game...what if Kole Lind looked at him with a smudge of bbq sauce on his mouth and felt insane about it....and also, what if Chris Driedger was watching this while wearing a Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses and vaguely yearning for Grubi...ouagh
[I absolutely derailed myself into a psychological assessment of Chris Driedger his 20s + musings on the AHL fic -- cut bc I had to scroll four times to get to the bottom and the people on my dash who don't care about the AHL just don't deserve that...just a note that there is ZERO salacious imagines under the cut]
Actually Chris is very interesting to me bc irl he is a 29yo who invested in crypto, but he is also a 29yo who suffered his way through his 20s not unlike the rest of us, just with more of a spotlight on him. but it's like, or at least of me it was like this, I hit 29 and I was like, well. I made it this far through my 20s and it absolutely sucked so much and I hated every minute of it and I kinda wish I was dead, but maybe a new decade will be different. I gotta make it through one last year of pushing through this shit and if I take a step back, yeah, it's gotten a little better with every passing month. Maybe my 30s are not a chance to start over so much as they are a chance to start moving forward. And I think for Chris (this is turning in a psychological assessment instead of a sexy imagine sorry) who has suffered through some catastrophic injuries, some terrible setbacks, some truly awful decision-making of his own, and just kept coming back from it and kept pushing forward -- to me Chris at 29, back in the AHL and yet again a back up, but also BACK PLAYING AT ALL which is very much its own kind of triumph, it feels very much like an interesting thing poke at in fanfiction. Like, okay Chris, you turned 29 in May in the middle of a playoff push, back early from injury when everyone thought your entire season was done an almost full calendar year prior. You're a back up again, but you're not really playing. You just watched this kid you love so much and this team who has embraced you have an inaugural season that quite frankly set the standard for any expansion team yet to come and CERTAINLY any team moving around (Wranglers. Cuda.) in the current era. Like, irl he seems very confident, very full of swagger, but also very full of humility and gratitude for how many chances he got and very determined not take anything for granted anymore. If you apply that to the experience of being a queer man at 29, gosh there are so many possibilities. Very "I am going to make it through this year if it kills me." Where do we go from here, Chris???
But also yeah he should eat bbq and send a photo of himself to his friends with his shirt unbuttoned flirting with drag queens and Philipp Grubauer should have a horny meltdown about it and spend all summer sending him thirst traps to get back at him. This does many things for Chris's ego.
also AHL fic is so interesting to me as someone who spent a couple years in bandom when fob had more or less fully taken off but a lot of pete's proteges were grinding it out on one hit wonders or collaborations with more famous artists and they were all clawing for every show and even p!atd wasn't really a sure thing yet... there are a lot of parallels to the whole "boys in buses got it so damn bad but we love it like the last cigarette we ever had" liminal space of the grind of touring and fighting for every last chance and making these friendships you THINK are insoluble but more often than not just dissolve as soon as one of you makes it or one of you breaks down and quits and goes home...the way Warped Tour was a party every year because for a lot of bands it WAS the last cigarette they ever had and they probably knew that on some level...i forgot where I was going with this. OH. the NHL can't even touch that level of "every game could be my last game"/"every show could be my last show" and the kind of desperation but also weird situational camaraderie that comes from that. Like on a pro athlete way for sure but also in that, 5, 6, 9, 12 hour bus rides every week all over the damn west coast. What do you do if you hate the guy sitting next to you. What do you do if you love the guy sitting next to you. There's no escape man. I forgot where I was going with that again but yeah basically, AHL fic is an untapped and very rich universe for people who love dirtbags, writing about people in close quarters, desperate feelings, and accept that there's a solid chance you may have to delete your fic someday when a prospect bombs out of hockey and turns into a normie. You know?? It's great stuff.
#like i am fully expecting to have to delete all the nick cicek fic at some point in the next two years tbh. if i'm lucky he goes to the shl#but that's kind of the joy of ahl and writing about the ahl tbh. the promise and the agony. [cwk voice] the joy the joy the joy and misery#i think i've actually gotten less coherent as this ask has gone on. i think this ask devolved the further i got into it#ah well. that's what the dash receives when i have to spend four hours in a clinic being diagnosed as not a werewolf.#the navelgazing on mortality in a waiting room...we move forward every decade...we grow into ourselves. we grow more comfortable#if we're lucky the impact of life softens year by year. if we're lucky we get gentler and more confident even if life stays hard#in conclusion what if chris and grubi kissed on the mouth at seafair again and then chris went down to palm desert and watched his#20yo teammates have some bananas melodrama romance and he just felt grateful that wasn't his life anymore lmao#ok NOW i'm done#cage replies#anon
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Activating the Tickle Monster (Florence Pugh x Reader)
“Hi again! Was wondering if you could do a fic where reader keeps intentionally bothering and provoking Florence so she can t-word her and Florence figures out exactly what the reader is doing and that the reader likes it and lots and lots of teasing ensues as she also brings out the big tiggle monster in her that we all know she is and just lovingly wrecks the reader. Thank you guys sm!!”
Thank you @sprite-periodt for this adorable prompt! We hope you love it as much as we loved writing it ❤️ (Word count: 1677)
You couldn’t take it anymore, you knew that Florence Pugh was the biggest ler going, and as you loved playing around and secretly wanted to be a lee for her, you made it your mission to get Florence to tickle you.
Your first plan was an innocent prank, the actress was silly enough to leave her phone unattended at her make-up desk which was conveniently next to yours. Smirking, you grabbed her phone and took endless stupid selfies on her phone, quickly putting it back when she returned.
Florence soon returned to her desk, giving her co-star y/n a friendly smile and opening her phone, only to find the endless selfies taken by you. She laughed and shook her head, playfully shoving at you.
“You’re lucky I don’t have full access to your phone, I would’ve changed every single thing to my face.” You teased playfully, getting out of your seat and poking her sides before going to get a drink.
"Hehehey!" She giggled playfully, arching her eyebrow, "Someone's cheeky today?" She inquired, wondering what you were up to as she followed you.
“Maybe, is that a problem?” You asked with a grin, flicking cold water at her before drinking your juice.
The blonde gasped, "Oh that's it, you better run!" She said before running at you, making you squeal and dash away, quickly finding a hiding space under the bed on set, which you hid under before Florence was anywhere near you.
The actress growled playfully, "Y/n I will find you and I will get you!" She said, looking behind the curtains and the set work, behind couches and chairs, "Y/nnn!" She called out musically.
You blushed, it was finally happening, you watched Florence’s feet and decided to quickly escape as quietly as possible, hoping she wouldn’t catch you leaving the room to hide elsewhere.
Unfortunately for you, Florence caught you with a smirk, "There you are!!" She snagged you and tossed you gently onto the bed, "Did you think I wouldn't figure out what you were up to?" She teased and kneeled above you, wiggling fingers slowly descending.
“Nooooo!” You say quickly, blushing madly as you shook your head and attempted to make another run for it since you weren’t pinned.
She rolled her eyes fondly and then pinned you to the bed with your hands under her knees, "Ahhh, much better," she said, you just looked up at her and offered her a shy smile.
“I’m… sorry?” You tried, giving her innocent puppy eyes. "You wanted this," she smirked and slowly wiggled her fingers down toward you, "You knew I'd tickle you if you pestered me enough, and how cruel would I be not to give you what you want?" She winked.
“Nonono that’s not true! Don’t you dare!” You squeal out, looking away from her mean fingers as you bit back a smile. The actress growled, "Nope, your fate is sealed," she smirked and spidered all over your ribs and tummy.
"Coochiescoochiecoochie coo, y/n! I've goooot youuu!" She teased as you burst into hysterical giggles, shaking your head and kicking out whilst sucking your belly in.
Florence pouted playfully, "Awww c'mon, you're shaking your head when you've been dreaming of this?" She winked and skittered down your tummy, circling your belly button only to squeeze your hips to surprise you.
“Lihihihies!” You reply, squealing and arching your back when she squeezed your hips. “Shuhuch a liar!”
"Awww then why are you lauuuughing love? Hmmm? That smile says I'm telling the truth!" She said before pulling up your top to blow several huge raspberries.
You screeched with laughter and arched your back, kicking and pulling at your arms. “NOHOHOHO NOHOHOT TRUE!”
"Oh nooo, it's so much worse on your skin is it?" She teased and spidered all over your bare tummy and ribs, "Coochiescoochiecoochie coo! Ticktickticktickle!"
“SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!” You laughed out, squealing as you tried to throw Florence off your waist.
She grinned and then wiggled a single finger slowly toward your belly button, "Uh ohh, what happens if I press the buuuutton?" She cooed.
“I’ll… I’ll have a tantrum?” You tried, giggling nervously as you wriggled from side to side.
"Oh noooo, can't have that!" She said and quickly wiggled her finger inside your belly button, causing you to squeal and, true to your word, you kicked and pretended to cry loudly.
"Awww does the wittle baby need cheered up?" Florence cooed and squeezed into your sides before giving you a huge tummy raspberry, which made you squeal with laughter and shake your head.
“NOHOHOHO SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!” You laughed out, wriggling from side to side as you sucked your belly in and twisted around.
"Awww what was that? You shouldn't talk to me that waaaay!" She cooed and spidered and fluttered up to your ribs before tracing and counting each one, "Uh oh, are you missing a rib? Ooooone, twwwooo, threeee, stop squirming you'll make me lose count!"
You whined, blushing at her teasing as you tried to twist away from where she was fluttering. “I’m nohohohot sohohohorry!” You tell her between fits of giggles.
"Ha! You poser, I knew you liked this!" She said and shook into all of your ribs, kneading gently between the bones, "Shaky shaky shaky!"
Your face quickly turned even more crimson as you shook your head, cackling with laughter as you continued to pull at your hands, you slowly began to run out of breath as you let out squeaks between your laughter.
Florence slowed down and gently got off you then, a mirthful smile forming on her face as she offered you her hand, "Hey, you're safe, goober, just wanted to make sure you got wrecked properly," she winked.
You took a moment to recover, slapping her hand away cheekily before you had the cheek to squeeze gently into her ribs for a brief moment.
"Hehehey!" The actress giggled and easily pushed your hands away as she pulled you into a hug. You just pouted and accepted the hug, trying to scribble into her sides as you hugged her.
"Hehehey, Y/n!! You want more huh?' she smirked and squeezed your sides and ribs a few times too, causing you to jump away and protect yourself, shuffling away from her with a shy smile. “Nuh uh, nope…”
"Oh you doooo," The actress grinned eagerly and wiggled her fingers as she walked slowly toward you. You stepped back, still giggling a little as you innocently reached to hold her hands with a sweet smile.
Florence chuckled and kissed each of your hands before pinning them with one of her arms so they were above your head, skimming her free hand down one arm slowly, her smirk growing as she looked at your face and spidered into your armpit.
“Hehey I was trying to be nice!” You protested, pulling at your arms as you tried to step away. But nothing could stop the giggles which poured out of your mouth.
"Awwww how cuuute!" She cooed and tickled in gently before letting your arms drop and playfully ballroom dancing with you before tickling your side.
You blushed a little and shyly hid in Florence’s shoulder; giggling as you wriggled around in her arms. “Nohohohot cute!”
She smirked and butterfly kissed your nose playfully, "Of course you are, y/n! But now I know your secret," the actress winked impishly, making you blush and gently shove at her.
“Just don’t go blabbing it to anyone else.” You tell her with puppy eyes.
"No no, the only other person I'd tell is Scarlett," she winked and booped your nose. You immediately blushed and covered your face with your hands.
“Ah nonono anyone but her!” You squeal out shyly, although you would love it if Scarlett got you too. Florence raised an eyebrow, "Oh? Is that so?" She smirked.
“I couldn’t take it if that ever happened.” You admitted, giggling a little as you refused to meet her gaze.
"I think you're strong enough," Flo winked and kissed the top of your head as she pulled you into a side hug. You shook your head in response, leaning into her.
“I doubt I would be but sure.” You chuckled with a shrug.
Florence squeezed your side fondly, "Give yourself some credit, little one," she winked and pulled you into a hug, "Stick with me and you'll be just fine."
“If you don’t expose me to my FAVORITE ACTRESS then I’ll stick with you.” You replied with a teasy grin.
Florence grinned evilly and immediately shook into your ribs, "Oh Scarlett is your favorite is that right??"
You immediately burst into giggly laughter, nodding as you gently pushed at her hands. “AHAHAHABSOLUTELY!”
"I can't say I blame you, but you're just giving me reasons to tickle you now," she growled in your ear as she kneaded in. You blushed in response, cackling with laughter as you tried to wriggle out of her grip.
She stopped attacking and just held you close, "Awww why are you running from meeee?"
“Because you’re a meanie.” You say with a pout, but hug her tightly. She combed her fingers through your hair with a chuckle, "Awww well you're a cutie,"
You roll your eyes, snuggling further into her. “You’re still my second favourite actress though.” You tease. “Maybe even third.”
"If I get two places instead of just one, I can live with that," she smiled and spidered up your side, making you giggle a little.
“Oh no, first is Scarlett, then it’s Elizabeth Olsen, and then it’s you.” You smirk.
"Oh is that so? So I need to go get in touch with Lizzie too?" She smirked back, wiggling her fingers at you. You just giggled innocently and shook your head, hiding your face behind your hands.
Florence giggled and and spidered up your sides while you hid, making you whine and shuffle away.
“Okahahahay let’s do something else.” You reply and drag Florence over to the buffet they had on set, happily enjoying each other's company like you were long-lost sisters.
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Star Error VII
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6
Star investigates Danny’s glowing freckles.
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"Star, where have you been?" asked Kwan.
Star took her normal seat at the A-List table in the cafeteria. "Nowhere. Sorry. Just had a thing I needed to take care of."
"Aren't you going to eat?" asked Paulina, taking a bite of her chicken salad.
Star looked down at the empty table space in front of her. "Oh. Uh, actually, I already ate."
"What did you eat?" Dash grinned, chewing his food as he spoke. "Fenton's face?"
Star balked. "What kind of a question is that?"
"He walked in literally a minute before you did," said Dash, looking over in Fenton's direction where he was sitting with Manson and Foley a few tables away. "His loser friends were here on time as usual, so that means he was also 'taking care of something.' That 'something' probably being you, right?"
"So you and Danny are really hitting it off, huh?" Paulina playfully elbowed her in the side.
"No!" shrieked Star. "You guys have got it all wrong."
"Star, you don't need to keep denying it." Dash took a huge bite of his burger, a glob of ketchup smearing above his lip. "Paulina's dated him, too. Clearly that nerd's got something going on you girls like."
Paulina made a face. "I don't know what you're talking about, but could you please use a napkin, Dash?"
Dash wiped his mouth with his hand. "Paulina, we all remember that week when you were attached to Fenton's hip and we had to temporarily kick Kwan out of the A-List to make room for him."
"I could never forget," sighed Kwan with a pout.
"You're all crazy," said Paulina. "That never happened."
"Come on, Paulina." Dash took another bite, even more ketchup dribbling down his chin. "Just tell me what that nerd's secret is already. I mean, why would you date him of all people before me?"
Paulina pursed her lips. "Well, for one, he's not gross."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Stop talking with your mouth full, Dash! See, Danny's not a pig like you are."
"That's because Fenton barely eats at all. He's a twig."
"He's not a twig." Paulina looked in Fenton's direction and twirled a lock of her hair. "He's put on some muscle this past year. Don't you agree, Star?"
Star rolled her eyes. "Who's keeping track of that?"
"Look, all I'm saying is, I could kick his ass from one end of this school to the other." Dash sighed. "God, I actually kind of miss whaling on him. Coach said I had to knock it off or I'd get kicked off the team."
"Does Fenton know that?" asked Kwan.
"No, and I'm not gonna tell him." Dash smirked. "I'd rather him live in fear that I could pound him any day now."
"He's not afraid of you, you know," said Star with a shrug.
Dash furrowed his brow. "What did you say?"
"Fenton's not afraid of you," said Star more slowly.
"And just how do you know that?"
"He told me."
"Oh, did he tell you yesterday on your little date?"
"It wasn't a date, as I keep trying to tell you, but yes, it was yesterday at the cafe."
"He was probably just trying to impress you." Dash laughed. "You know, act like he's tough for his new girlfriend. But I think it's real cute that you two are starting to get to know each other so well."
Star wrinkled her nose and pouted.
"So how is he?" Paulina nudged her.
"What? How is who? What do you mean?" asked Star irritably.
"Danny," said Paulina. "I mean, is he a good kisser?"
"Shouldn't you know, Paulina?" asked Dash. "Surely you sucked face with him at least once when you were dating him."
"Shut it, Dash." Paulina glared at him. "I'm asking Star a question."
Dash rolled his eyes and stuffed the last bite of his burger into his mouth. "Yes, Star, please tell us what it's like to kiss one of the biggest geeks in school. We're all dying to know."
"I just want to know if he's better than me," said Kwan anxiously. "He's not, right?"
Everyone looked at her expectantly, waiting. Star chewed the inside of her cheek as her eyes darted between them.
And a few tables over, Fenton was chatting it up with his friends, all smiley because he had the upper hand again.
And then Star got an idea.
"Well, actually…" She put her elbows on the table and leaned forward. "We haven't kissed yet. Fenton—I mean, Danny says he wants to practice a little more first. You know, to make sure our first kiss is perfect."
"Practice?" Paulina tilted her head.
"Yeah," said Star, grinning. "He has all these dolls and pillows in his room that he likes to practice on. They all have pictures of girls at our school taped to them. He says it makes it feel more authentic."
"Ew, are you serious?" Paulina crossed her hands over her chest and shuddered.
"No way, he doesn't do that, does he?" Kwan's eyes were wide.
"He's got at least a dozen of them," said Star. "He mostly uses pictures of cheerleaders."
"Oh, I have to tell everyone right now." Dash whipped out his phone and began furiously typing out a text message.
"Cheerleaders, so does that mean he has a doll or pillow with my picture on it?" asked Paulina.
"Oh, yeah." Star nodded. "I think he might practice with yours the most."
"Ugh, gross." Paulina stuck out her tongue. "But is it at least a good picture of me?"
Star's smile dropped. "Is it—what?"
"Just tell me it's not that picture of me after I ran that marathon last semester, is it? Where I'm all sweaty and my eyeliner is running?"
"Uh—"
"I know it's been circulating between all the boys, so please just tell me he's not using that one because I really hate it."
Star rolled her eyes. "He's using a great picture of you, don't worry."
Paulina sighed. "Okay, good." She also pulled out her phone. "The other cheerleaders are going to want to know about this, though."
Star smirked triumphantly as Dash and Paulina busily typed away on their phones, then she turned to look at Fenton across the way, catching his eye after just a few moments. She waved at him and flashed her most dazzling smile. Fenton's brow furrowed, his bottom lip sticking out slightly in a puzzled frown.
Star flipped her hair over her shoulder as she turned away. The game was back on.
Part 8
#danny phantom#star error#imekitty writes#star rainsdon#danny fenton#paulina sanchez#dash baxter#atticus kwan
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Unwanted Guests
You had just stepped out of the shower, steam rolled off your body and filled the small space of your bathroom. After a long, nice and hot shower, you felt more than refreshed and ready to start the day. Quickly, you wrapped yourself in your favorite fuzzy mint green towel to try and retain some of the heat from the bath. Just then, you heard a piercing screech from downstairs.
"Loki?!" You called out, voice full of concern. The screams continued and you swung the bathroom door open and raced out of your bedroom. On the way out, you stubbed your toe against the door frame, so as you hobble down the steps you cursed your throbbing toe.
"Loki?!" You called again. " I'm coming!"
But as you reached the bottom step, you're greeted with a hilarious sight. Well, almost anyway. If it weren't for Loki, paled face and perched on top of the table with his eyes gaped open in alert. You immediately wondered what could have him so horrified.
" Stay back!" Loki commanded from his spot on top of the table. " Don't take another step."
" Loki, what- " You tried again, but he interrupted once more.
" There!" He pointed to the floor in front of him.
"What?" You asked, clearly not seeing what he was pointing at.
" Gods above, don't you see it?!" He jabbed his finger in the same direction. " It's moving, for heaven's sake!"
You could feel laughter building up inside you at his growing stress. You knew it wasn't really funny, but seeing him like that just made it so funny. Then you finally saw it. A small dot quickly making its way to the wall. He finally looked at you, momentarily forgetting his fear as he saw you in your towel, water droplets still dotting your skin and dripping from your hair. Just as he was about to say something slick and flirty, you say something first.
"It's a spider." You said blankly. You couldn't believe he was making such a fuss about it. "Wait... you're afraid of a spider?"
It was his turn to blink.
" The thing you were just screeching about?" You reminded him pointedly.
" I was not screeching. I was alarming you of immediate danger very loudly."
" You were definitely screeching. I thought you were dying or something. But, no, it was just a spider. A small one at that. "
"Is that what you call those ghastly creatures?" He asked, raising a slender brow in your direction. Then he shook his head. " More importantly, why aren't you more afraid of them?"
At this, you had to laugh. The entire situation was so ridiculous you could no longer keep it in.
"Why are you laughing, Mortal?" He snapped, reverting back to his usual name for you when he's irritated with you. " Stop it! You should be getting rid of them!"
" I'm sorry. It's just, you know, you're this almighty God and you're afraid of a tiny spider?" You laughed some more.
" A spider? You think I'm afraid of a single spider?"
Your laughter died down. " Uh, what do you mean?"
" Darling, you have an infestation. I think I found the nest underneath the sink in the kitchen. They all started flooding out when I opened it to look for the sugar."
You blinked. " Sugar? Why would you-"
" I don't know my way around your mortal kitchens yet." He said, waving his hand dismissively.
" Who puts sugar underneath the sink?" You asked him.
" That is not important right now."
" You're right, " you said, looking around nervously. " but once I figure this situation out, we're gonna revisit this again."
" With your inferior mortal memory, let us pray you forget soon. " He mumbled under his breath.
" Let's pretend I didn't hear that. " You said, while rolling your eyes. " Anyways, let me go upstairs and call the exterminator."
" You're going to leave me behind to fend myself against these horrid creatures?"
You looked at him confused. "I'm not stopping you from coming along."
" Yes, I'm aware of that, but..." he looked tentively at the ground just as another spider dashed underneath the table." Good heavens just hurry."
You saluted him and ran upstairs to dress and call an exterminator. You also weren't thrilled by the idea of a spider infestation in your cute apartment and wanted to be rid of them as soon as possible.
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I'm sorry, I think you're mistaking "you are parroting the same rhetoric that conservatives wanting to ban queer content use and if you start censoring things they will push for censoring more and more, give them a hand and they'll take your arm" for "you are literally those conservatives, you personally want to ban queer content actually"
Wherever you stand on what fiction you think should be allowed (and please don't call fiction CSEM, that's a term reserved for material involving the exploitation - that's the E - of real children, applying it to fictional characters waters down the meaning and can lead to alarm fatigue like how accusing tumblr users of being pedophiles lost all meaning), all the best intentions will not stop people who do want to instate censorship like the Hays Code from taking a foot for every inch you cede. Once you concede that "censorship is good in some cases", they'll start pushing for more and more things to be counted under "in some cases".
To try and reduce this argument down to "Wow how dare you accuse me of wanting to ban queer content!" is to miss the point. At least address the actual argument - "I think people are exaggerating the risk of a slippery slope leading to conservative censorship" or "I think banning this type of content is more important than a 'what if' scenario that may or may not come up once we've banned it" or something
i was not calling fiction csem, i was directly referencing a post i saw, and the fact that tiffany g referenced CP explicitly. i know now that part wasnt clear but the post has already started spreading so i dont really know if theres a point in adding a disclaimer.
also, wrt fictional characters, the reason i stopped posting my stuff on ao3 is because i came across sexually explicit fanfics about irl minors, and when i emailed ao3 about it they said they draw no distinction between rpf and other fanfic and i should just blacklist and move on. there is also nothing in the ao3 TOS or guidelines limiting what images can be embedded in a fic, outside of what is illegal under new york law. so so someone could write a sexually explicit fic about an irl child, then embed a picture of that irl child next to graphic descriptions of them engaging in sex acts, and it would not be against TOS, as long as a copyright take down request wasnt submitted for the photograph. this is the primary reason why i take issue with ao3's mission of 'maximum inclusiveness', not because seeing fictional characters in certain situations squicks me out.
moving on, even if people were only accusing others of parroting rhetoric (they're not, i literally just now on my dash saw someone say tiffany g "tried to ban queer fic") that still holds no water if you actually break it down. the only similarities are in choice of language and the fact that the subject of children are involved. surprise, that happens sometimes! most people arguing for ao3 to change their policies are active in fandom, many of them have experience using ao3 and sites like it, many of them are queer, minors, abuse survivors, etc, they are in the same communities as you, and they disagree with you on how those communities should be conducted. that has nothing to do with conservatives wanting to retroactively erase lgbt people from public knowledge, or the hays code like you said. "children should be kept safe" or "content harming children shouldnt be allowed" are such broad statements that if you remove literally all other context, yeah, it sounds like people are saying the same thing.
see, i can do it too: when you (general you, not you specifically, anon asker) say minors shouldnt be allowed in certain fandom spaces, you are parroting conservative rhetoric that is used to argue against children being allowed at things like pride events and drag shows. fandom spaces are full of queer content, and you are denying minors access to that by making some spaces adult only. next thing you know minors wont be allowed to engage with queer fan content at all. (this is obviously completely made up and i dont agree with it, but this is the same kind of flimsy comparisons people are drawing)
and who is 'they' in this context? who is the 'they' that would push for more censorship if policies are changed? is ao3 run by conservatives who are only being kept at bay by everyone insisting the content policies shouldnt be changed? is there a huge population of conservatives in fandom spaces that somehow have more sway than everyone else and are just waiting to get their foot in the door? is there some kind of conservative governing body who have set their sites on ao3 (or even know what ao3 is) and are circling like vultures waiting to leap at the chance to turn the site into the next OAN? are the staff and volunteers at ao3 really so shit at their jobs that they would just let all of this happen?
you are making an incredibly flimsy comparison to a real world problem based on superficial similarities and then drawing the conclusion that, based on this incredibly flimsy comparison that you have convinced yourself is rock solid, the same consequences of that real world problem must also be a looming threat here, even though the context is entirely different, and the conditions for those consequences to actually happen simply are not there.
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Revenge of the Death Hunter | Solo-Leveling Regression AU
@julyarya (lmk if you wanna be tagged for the next one)
The statues inched closer, and closer. . . The remaining hunters stared wide-eyed. But then, some of them stopped moving. Realization kicked in and Jin-woo glanced at Ju-hee.
"Don't close your eyes, Ju-hee!" He told her. "They'll come closer if you stop looking at them."
Ju-hee whimpered. "I— I wanna get out of here, Jin-woo. . . "
"We will get out of here. Just trust me." Jin-woo reassured her.
A scream pierced out. A woman sprinted out of the circle and dashed past the halted statues, ignoring the calls the others shouted at her for leaving. One of the flames in the altar fizzled. And to their surprise, she had managed to go past the door without ending up in the same fate as the first hunter who died in the temple.
"What the. . . ?"
"Sung! How is that even possible?!"
"She made it out alive!"
Not even Jin-woo was able to answer their questions. He expected her to be dead because of that action. . . But she did not. Besides the flames in the altar, some of the blue flames had gone out as well. The first commandment said worship and the second said praise, and the answers weren't anything like the riddles of the sphinx, and even the doors were a trap.
The doors opened as did the red flames, but they moved when one of the flames disappear, thus leading to a conclusion that the doors would close once again — and probably forever — if all flames had died.
"I— I'm sorry." Spoke yet another a trembling voice of a hunter next to him. "I don't think I can take this anymore. . . "
Before Jin-woo could respond, he crashed to the ground while the man who was supposedly holding him rushed out as well. The space between the doors decreased once more.
Damn it! Jin-woo seethed. "Don't move! We can't have any more people leave! We will all die if a blind spot is created!"
"Sung, you need to explain to us what is going on!" Chi-yul exclaimed.
"Just don't stop looking at the statues and stay still until all of the blue flames go out!" Jin-woo said. "The flames act as a timer and everyone will make it out if all of the blue flames are gone!"
"Look, Sung, if what you're telling us are true, but realistically, there's still a chance that the doors might shut once the timer stops, no?" Sangshik chimed in. He sighed. "I looked down on you, but you were able to solve all riddles when none of us could not. I'm alive because of you, so thanks." The sword in his hand fell to the ground. "But. . . I don't want to die yet. I have a family."
Jin-woo frowned. He understood the old man's sentiments. He hadn't even met his sister in this life.
" . . . I can't do this anymore."
He snapped out. "Mr. Kim!"
Sangshik ran out. Another flame died.
His blood boiled in contempt. Thanks?! You running away will get us all killed! Jin-woo wanted to yell, but he knew there was no use. The statues got closer once again. And there were only three of them left in the altar.
This whole thing was ridiculous. Absurd. Full of nonsense. . . Jin-woo wished he could take a break or wake up from this hectic nightmare. He wanted to get a taste of that soothing daylight in his room, the television in the living room where Jin-ah was watching, the bickering interactions between Yoon-ho and Jong-in, Tae-gyu's terrible jokes in the gymnasium, and the sensation of Hae-in's arms around his frame.
"You guys should leave." Chi-yul said. "The doors won't shut if one of us stays behind, right? You two have a few more years to live than I do, so you should be the ones to get out."
"Mr. Song!" Jin-woo instantly yelled.
"Ju-hee, give Sung a hand."
"O— Okay." Suddenly, Ju-hee trembled to the ground. "What's wrong with me— my legs!" She cried out. "I couldn't move my legs!"
"Are you low of mana?" Chi-yul looked at her. "Looks like you've used too much when you were healing Sung. . . "
Jin-woo pressed his lips and let out a grunt, opening his mouth to speak in a weak voice. "Mr. Song. . . Take Ju-hee with you. Leave this place."
"What?! I said I'm the one who is going to stay behind!"
"Then who's going to carry Ju-hee? We don't have much time! Go!"
Please. . . He implored as tears began to taint his eyes. I came back to life just so I could protect the ones I care about.
"No! Let me stay behind instead, Jin-woo. . . " Ju-hee looked at him with teary eyes.
"I told you I would spend a meal with you, didn't I?" Jin-woo handed her his essence stone. "Use this. If. . . I get out, I'll get the change first thing."
She was in this mess because of him. . . Ju-hee still had a long way to go in her life. And meet new people.
Ju-hee sniffled. "How can you joke around at a time like—" *whack!*
"I'm sorry, but I don't really think we have any more time to spare." Chi-yul slung Ju-hee's unconscious body over his shoulder.
Jin-woo cracked a smile. "Thank you."
"Alright. . . " Chi-yul swallowed and left the altar.
A heavy feeling tugged on his chest. Like a familiar wave he deeply hated.
He was alone. He was going to die for the second time.
One of the two statues whipped its weapon and thrusted into his body. Blood flushed out of his mouth. The statue raised its spear, lifting him in the process, and tossed him in the air, as well as tearing his body up to his shoulder.
His fragile body crashed onto a surface. Jin-woo could no longer let out a scream. Blood was endlessly flowing from his body like a stream. Agony came into a blur.
No. . . Blood disguised as tears streaked out of his eyes. I still haven't gotten to meet Jin-ah, my mother. . . Hae-in.
Their faces, bright and full of love, dwindled into his vision. Them being in his arms felt like he was holding the world. Perhaps. . . If he had just accepted death, he would've been with them, all of them, in the afterlife. Life was meaningless. Death was the true destination.
. . .
*ding!*
Something appeared in front of him. A window. . . Like in the games.
[ YOU HAVE MET ALL REQUIREMENTS TO COMPLETE THE SECRET QUEST: "COURAGE OF THE WEAK" ]
What?
[ YOU HAVE MET ALL REQUIREMENTS TO COMPLETE THE SECRET QUEST: "COURAGE OF THE WEAK" ]
Where is that voice coming from?
[ YOU NOW QUALIFY TO BECOME A PLAYER. DO YOU ACCEPT? ]
I'm literally about to die. . .
[ YOU DON'T HAVE MUCH TIME. IF YOU DECLINE, YOUR HEART WILL STOP BEATING IN 0.02 SECONDS. DO YOU ACCEPT? ]
Is this a second chance? No, a third chance? Jin-woo realized. Well. . . They do say that third's time the charm.
He had to put some faith on this. At least for one last time.
[ DO YOU ACCEPT? ]
. . . Accept.
[ CONGRATULATIONS! YOU HAVE NOW BECOME A PLAYER. ]
A blinding flash erupted underneath of his body. It grew and stretched across the entire temple.
Jin-woo jolted up. His heart racing while his neck glistened with sweat. He clutched onto his chest and stared up, only to see a broad daylight from the window.
Am I in a hospital?
"Have you regained consciousness?"
Wait. . . He knew that voice. It's—
"I apologize if we startled you." Woo Jin-chul handed him a card. Clad in a suit, brown hair that had a small streak dangling on his forehead, and that stern demeanor of his. . . It was truly him. "We are the surveillance team of the Hunters' Association."
"Of course." Jin-woo failed to hold back a remark. The corner of his mouth curved into a grin as he stared at the black card.
Jin-chul's eyebrow twitched. "You are quite snarky for someone who had been asleep for three days."
"I had been asleep for three days?!" Jin-woo's jaw fell. He shook his head. "Then, what happened to Mr. Song and Lee Ju-hee?"
"Mr. Song had lost an arm, so he might choose to retire," replied Jin-chul. "And as for Ms. Lee Ju-hee, she seems to have been heavily traumatized, so she is currently receiving therapy. We're not sure if they will continue to work as hunters."
At least they won't have to go through the same way again. Jin-woo thought.
A man next to Jin-chul spoke. "Also, Mr. Kim Sangshik and the other hunters are—"
"It's okay." Jin-woo dismissed him. "I've heard enough."
"After receiving a report from the survivors, we sent the White Tiger Guild and our surveillance agents, but by the time they got there. . . Everyone was gone." Jin-chul explained. "You were the only one found in the dungeon. And the statue of God, as well as other statues, were nowhere to be found."
"That's impossible!" Jin-woo exclaimed.
"We're in disbelief as well." Jin-chul nodded. "We could've considered other possibilities if we'd found the slightest discrepancy in the survivors' accounts. . . Or if we hadn't discovered body parts of the deceased hunters at the scene." Then, he continued. "This is just our guess, but we think you may have undergone a second awakening."
A second awakening? Jin-woo widened his eyes. In rare cases, some hunters could also reawaken, such as a C-Rank could advance to A-Rank or a B-Rank to an S-Rank.
He glanced down on his hands. . . Could he have reawakened into S-Rank?
Jin-chul placed an object on the table. "This is a mana meter. All you have to do is place your hand on top of this essence stone right here."
He did what he was told. A huge part of him was hoping he had advanced.
A few moments later, the two men's expressions changed. They exchanged a look at each other and glanced at the beeping device. Jin-woo wondered what could be going on. . . Was there something wrong? Had his expectations failed him again?
"I think we've taken too much of your time." The agent said. "We wish you best recovery, Mr. Sung Jin-woo."
What the— Jin-woo blinked as the door was shut. I got excited for nothing!
He looked up and noticed there was still a window. It was either they hadn't noticed it or they could not see it at all.
[ YOU HAVE UNREAD MESSAGES. ]
His leg was cut off, but it was back to normal, then he got stabbed in the chest and was likely torn apart. And there was no wound. He looked at the window and began to glaze his finger around it, wondering if it must be a touch-screen.
"Jin-woo, you just woke up— what are you doing?" A new voice entered the room. "Don't tell me you hurt your head too."
Jin-woo looked up and. . . It was Jin-ah.
"Jin-ah!" He said with a beaming smile. Finally, he had met his sister.
"Don't you 'Jin-ah' me. I WAS WORRIED SICK!" His little sister raged. "Why are you always getting hurt all the time?! If you get hurt one more time, I'll drop out and find a job and make you quit the hunter business!"
"Jin-ah." Jin-woo ignored her rambles. "Can you see this?"
"See what?"
"Nevermind." Jin-woo shook his head. "When you have an unread message in a game, what do you have to do to view the message?"
"Did you actually hurt your head?" Jin-ah stared deadpanned at him. "You have to open the message box first."
"I have to open the message box?"
"Yeah— what's with this question all of the sudden? We always play at the internet cafe!"
Well, in his first life, Jin-woo hardly had time to enjoy leisure activities such as gaming. Up until he had forgotten certain tasks when it came to it.
"Well, if that is all, I'm off." Jin-ah said and walked to the door.
"Jin-ah."
"What is it?"
Jin-woo smiled at her. "I missed you."
Jin-ah stared at him strangely. After blinking a few times, she said. "You need some more medicine, brother."
*click*
Jin-woo laid back on his bed and faced the window. He clicked the box icon and the screen morphed into a new content.
[ CONGRATULATIONS! YOU HAVE NOW BECOME A PLAYER. ] (UNREAD)
[ DAILY QUEST: TRAIN TO BECOME A FORMIDABLE COMBATANT. ] (UNREAD)
It was surreal. It was indeed like he had gotten into a game. . . Could this be his true key? Sure enough, it was the same thing that had saved his life from completely perishing from that dungeon.
He was now a Player.
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let me tell you what you need to hear
I'm glad you're here.
god, it’s been hard. I know it has. it has hurt like hell and some days have felt like you’re pulling yourself through one second after another by your broken fingernails in the dirt. you’re tired. it’s a bone-deep kind of tired that settles in somewhere behind your ribcage and makes breathing feel like dying half the time and it never really seems to go away. but you’re still here. you’re beaten and bruised but you’re still kickin’, trudging one foot in front of the other no matter how heavy those footsteps are. you decided at some point that, goddamn it, if this is rock bottom then things can only get better from here, and you decided to see better for yourself. and so you’ve been clinging onto yourself for dear life and it’s been the hardest thing you’ve ever done but you are one tough motherfucker and you’ve done it. and god, I’m glad you did. I’m so glad you’re here. I know sometimes it feels like no one appreciates how hard it is to just be here, but I do. I know. and it is absolutely amazing how far you’ve come and I’m so grateful you’ve made it. you are so important and your life is so beautiful and it would be such a shame for you to miss it. so keep on pulling forward. I promise it’s worth it.
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you are enough.
I see how hard you’re working. I see how your body aches under the weight of it, how you lose sleep and rub the red out of your eyes in the hopes that they can’t tell how desperately you’re clawing at “good enough.” I know how that dirt feels under your nails, that filth of never being what they want. you’re running yourself into nothing trying so hard to be good for them. but you are already good. you are already enough. you have nothing to prove. you are beautiful and what you bring to the world, what you have to show for the space you take up is perfect. it is enough. you are enough. you can rest. you don’t have to try so hard to be more than what you are. you are, and that’s enough. you’re already perfect.
you matter. yes, you specifically.
yes, the universe is infinite and full of things infinitely beyond our comprehension, and yet, here you are. you, in all your infinite complexity and uniqueness. here, now: you. in an infinite universe it is easy to feel insignificant, but you can’t forget that the likelihood that you would exist at all is unintelligibly small, and yet, just as small and just as grand, here you are. you are here because you are meant to be here. your place in the world is uniquely yours and could never be filled by anyone else. the universe made you because it needed you. yes, you specifically. yes, you are just one microscopically small piece in an unfathomably huge infinity, but you are entirely irreplaceable. you are impossible and you are inevitable and you are beautiful and you are so, so important. yes, you specifically.
it’s going to be okay.
I know it’s not right now. I know it hurts and you’re tired and it’s all so much and you don’t know how to handle it and you don’t want to carry it but you don’t know where can you put it down. I know. I’m sorry. it shouldn’t be this way. you don’t deserve that. but it’s going to be okay. I can’t tell you when or how but I promise it will get better. things can only get better. there will be more love and peace than you can imagine. it is going to be okay. you are going to be okay.
#bad luck charm || qrow#come at me and you'll see i'm more than meets the eye || yang xiao long#illuminate the darkness that was blinding me || blake belladonna#this life is mine || weiss schnee#show them how you smile || ilia amitola#Jaune Ruby and Qrow keep getting the same things when I do these lmao#I guess I'm consistent#//INTERESTING ONE FOR SUMMER ROSE LMAO#i'm what inspired the fairy tale || ruby rose#it's your blood thats red like roses || Summer Rose#the failures of me and who I couldn't be || jaune arc
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Apology Prompt! "I'm sorry for hurting you." for the Carrie relationship of your choice, romantic or platonic
It starts as it always does, with Carrie sniping at Julie. The girl had messed up her piano sonata, quite badly thanks to a carpal tunnel flare up. Mrs. Harrison had been sympathetic and given her a make up date.
"Maybe you should take it as a sign to quit music... again," Carrie snarked.
"At least I can play an instrument, not auto tune my way around synthpop," Julie snarked back.
"Well apparently you can't given that performance," Carrie replied. When she saw Julie's face screw up in anger, she sneered. "What are you made about it? Go home and cry to mommy. Oh wait... you can't."
"Fuck you Carrie," Julie replied, the tears streaming down her face as she ran from the classroom.
Sure, Mrs. Harrison had admonished her before chasing after Julie, but Carrie just flipped her hair and sat down. It didn't matter that she immediately regretted what she said, or that the whole class was glaring daggers at her. Not one bit.
Except it did.
The guilt kept eating at her all day, and finally, she tracked Julie down, going through a dance routine with one of the himbos who were constantly following her around. They looked pretty good honestly, moving together as if they were in perfect synch. Julie was smiling at the guy when the song ended, but immediately glowered when she caught sight of Carrie. "What do you want?"
"To talk to you obviously. Alone."
"Maybe she doesn't want to hear what you have to say," the guy bit back, glaring at her, his eyes a cutting green that almost made Carrie shiver.
"It's okay cariño, I'll be okay. Go wait for Luke, he should be done detention soon, and then we can all go home. Watch a movie?" Julie offered, and Carrie watched as her pit bull transformed into a puppy dog, smiling wide and melting under her soft touch.
"Alright darlin', whatever you want. Just... holler if you need me to get Flynn to cut a bitch okay?"
Julie giggled at that. "Will do."
The boy turned, once again looking unimpressed at Carrie before dashing off. "Boy friend?" Carrie asked.
"Like you care," Julie snorted, then crossed her arms. "You came here to talk, so talk."
"Look, I'm sorry for hurting you, okay? I was out of line, and I shouldn't have said it. Your mom was always nice to me, and I'm sorry she's gone," Carrie said, her voice laced with sincerity.
"Then why did you say it?"
"Someone needs to cut you down," Carrie offered in explanation "You lost your music and still stayed in the program while the rest of us had to fight for space. Then you came back with a full band and everyone worships the ground you walk on. Even today when you totally messed up, you got a second chance. But if I had tripped up, my grade would have reflected that."
"So you're jealous?" Julie asked, then scoffed. "Rip me down so you feel better about yourself in the cruelest way possible? Did it make you feel better?"
"No," Carrie admitted.
"Then what does it help?" Julie sighed, shaking her head. "I don't think I'm perfect Carrie, no one does. I'm sorry that the school showing my sympathy irks you, but I didn't ask them to. Maybe they just like me because I'm nice. You can be talented as anything, and even I will admit you are, but your personality is lacking, so no one is inclined to do you any favours. Maybe think about that. I have better things to do with my time."
"Like watch movies with your boyfriend?" Carrie snarked.
Julie rolled her eyes. "Boyfriends," she said, emphasizing the plural. "If you ever want to offer me a real apology for how you've acted over the past few years, maybe stop being so nasty and you can come watch one with us. We used to be friends, and while I doubt we'll ever be that way again, I'd be happy enough to be friendly. Maybe one day you will as well."
With that, Julie whirled away, leaving Carrie in the dust, flouncing off to where Carrie could see two cute guys waiting for her, greeting her with a warm hug. She was sure that Julie wasn't thinking about Carrie, alone and remorseful.
But Carrie was sure she would be thinking about what Julie said for the rest of the night.
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Deviled Potatoes!
I got the base recipe from It Doesn't Taste Like Chicken. Honestly, I've changed very little except for adding extra spices, and I care a lot less about how the end result looks. As long as it tastes good, that's what matters!
Unfortunately, I did find the recipe to be ... lacking and bland. And had some things that honestly regular kitchens don't have. Do I own black salt? No, I didn't know what it was and why people used it until literally a week ago. But hey! It doesn't have to taste like egg to be good!
These are great for finger foods and little snacks for game nights and parties. Everyone loves them, except if they don't like mayo. Or potatoes.
So how do you make them? BUCKLE UP because most of this is to taste, but I can figure out the specifics I GUESS
1 bag of "Little Potato Company" potatoes (I get the trio bag because why not! I like the variety, but to each their own)
6 tablespoons of vegan mayo OR TO TASTE - I never go the full 6 as it's gets a bit TOO mayo for me
I do about a cap of apple cider vinegar, which is between 1/2 and 1 tsp
Start off with 1 tsp of dijon mustard. I do it to taste, which is definitely closer to like, a tablespoon or two
Garlic powder - 1 or 2 tsp depending on how you like your garlic
Onion powder - 1/2 or 1 tsp
A little dash of salt
A little dash of pepper
OPTIONAL - I am a huge dill fan - I add about 1 tsp of dill because I'm nuts
Tumeric - 1/4 - 1/2 tsp (it has a strong flavor, so be careful, but it's used to color!)
Paprika - this is the topping
Again, to be very clear, everything is to taste. I'm constantly testing it as I mix, and adding if needed. It's how I learned to cook, and what works best for me, so I'm sorry if these are off somewhat, I'll edit them next time I make it so it's accurate!
THE STEPS
Stick the potatoes in a pot and boil 'em! About 15 minutes, or until they're easily to pierce with a knife. I always add a bit of salt to the water.
While you wait for the potatoes, let's get everything you need, including the ingredients, a mixing bowl, a sharp knife, a small spoon, a strainer, a fork or potato masher, and a container to put the finished results. OPTIONAL: you can use a melon baller to scoop and a little baggie for the filling if you want to be fancy, but I just use a spoon.
Once you've prepped your space and the potatoes have finished boiling, dump them in the strainer.
Cut all the potatoes in half. Make sure it's done in a way that they can lay as flat as possible. **If the potatoes are hard to cut, they're under cooked. Boil the uncut ones a bit more, just a few minutes.**
Cut out a small portion of the potato flesh - use the spoon or a melonballer to get a little chunk out. If you're using a spoon, be careful to not rip the skin or to take too much! A quarter to a half (at most) is what needs to be removed.
Add the potato flesh to the mixing bowl with the other ingredients
Once you're added all the potato, start mashing! Get it as smooth as you are able. Mine are sometimes a little chonky, but never enough that it becomes a problem.
Once it's all mashed up, you spoon the mixture into the little potato holes! I always start off very simple, and then add to them if there's a lot left over. If you want it to look nice, get a plastic bag and cut a small corner piece off. Put the mixture in the bag, and squeeze it into the potatoes.
Sprinkle the paprika onto the potatoes! Just a little dab for color and excitement.
Put them away and wow everyone at your next get together with a snack that (almost) anyone can enjoy! **Looking at those people who don't like potatoes or mayo**
These are super tasty and I bring them to every family gathering, friend party, game night, etc. They're vegan, but most of the people know who love them, are not vegans.
I'm being very genuine when I say that my mom's partner has told me that this is his favorite thing, and he needs me to bring it to every family gathering we go to.
#vegan#food#cooking#deviled potatoes#plant based#vegan food#home cooking#vegetarian#recipe#finger food
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Dash Through the Time and Space Continuum
A/N: I do not own Barf, Pizza the Hut, or "Holy Shit They've Gone to Plaid." Those are all ideas from Mel Brooks. I do not own Bloaty's Pizza; Jhohen Vasquez does.
Chef Vanilla Mac, Jack the Crocodile, Ted the Alligator, Patches, King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear, Jaybird, Peter, Murphee, Tug, Lindsay, Mr. Williamson, and I finally got settled on The Green Planet for the second time. We all, after several days of arguing, and I mean arguing, decided what kind of pizza we wanted. The Green Planet Special is what we finally decided. We ate like Kings and Queens and went home until the next day.
Early that morning, Peter was still being tortured. This time, a gigantic, life-sized rat was in his refrigerator. This rat was one of Peter's co-workers. Peter also got the job as the pizza delivery guy for Intergalactic Chuck-E Cheese. He liked his new job, but this rat pissed him off sometimes.
"Why the fuck are you in my refrigerator?" Peter asked the 7'0" giant rat who was raiding the refrigerator.
"Because I'm hungry, asshole," the rat said. Rats were more intelligent when they weren't on Earth. I so don't miss that fucking planet. Fuck off Ear-th.
"Well, go eat out of your own goddamn refrigerator," Peter said as he tapped his foot.
The rat laughed. "I don't have a refrigerator, dumb fuck. I'm a rat," he said.
I belly laughed at this exchange of bullshit. I was still Peter's housekeeper. Peter was still a slob and a brat, and Lindsay was annoyed with Peter's bullshit. She mostly wanted to create a piece of art. She wahooed like a prairie dog out of frustration.
Lindsay walked into the kitchen. She sighed. "Jesus, Chuck, again? You know, some of us pay an intergalactic food service to deliver food. Meanwhile, you're a free loader," she said with a smirk.
"Sorry, Mrs. Carrington," Chuck said as he handed her a piece of pizza.
She smiled and ate the pizza. "Thank you. Now let Peter eat. He is taller than you and needs to eat often," she said.
Chuck moved aside and started eating the packaged cheese.
"Thank you, you fucking rat," Peter said as he moved past Chuck to get a prepackaged pastrami and government cheese sandwich. The government was similar to Spaceballs. Like any other government, it pretended to give a fuck about us. It didn't. It just wanted 10,000 years of fresh air.
"You're welcome, fuckface," Chuck said with his mouth full.
Peter put on his pizza delivery hat and coat before turning to me. "Xara, you want to come with? I need some help with the many deliveries I have today," he said.
Does it really matter what my name is anymore? It changes with every story and every time period.
"Sure. Why not? Lindsay, do you want to come?" I asked.
"Sure thing! As long as we don't talk about politics!" she answered.
Politics in space are too complicated to explain. It is a hell of a lot more involved than Democrats versus Republicans.
"Frankly, me neither," I said.
"Let's bring King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear," Lindsay said.
"I take him everywhere," I said.
"Let's get the bear! We're going to enjoy our pizza delivery," Lindsay said with excitement.
"Yes, as long as he doesn't growl about politics. We have to get the fuck out of here, or we'll be late. I hate being late," Peter said. Even when he left Earth, he still hated not being punctual.
We waved goodbye to Chuck-E-Cheese, Patches, and Tug, the famous basenji and got into Peter's luxury cruise spaceship. We were listening to cheery traditional Mexican music on the way to Intergalactic Chuck-E-Cheese. We sang to it while on our way to pick up King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear.
When we flew to my house, we sang, "Te perdiste de un enorme corazon!!!" from our hearts before King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear walked outside holding our fat prairie dog named Wahoo. He was singing, "It's too much! It's too much to be alive right now! I'm soooo biiiiiiggg!!!" Wahoo well... wahooed.
"King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear!" I shouted.
Wahoo wahooed and shot his head up.
"Mama Bear!" he shouted. "Aren't you supposed to be at work?"
"Yeah, C.C.G., but we're bringing you along," I said.
"Hang on a second, baby. Let me grab my phone and wallet," King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear said as Wahoo was on his shoulder. They were going back in the house.
"I should have brought Patches," Lindsay said.
"I should have brought Tug," Peter said.
"We should have brought Chuck-E-Cheese!" I shouted.
"Oh God no!" Peter said as he rolled his eyes.
"I would prefer... if he didn't come," Lindsay said.
"Awaw, but he would be entertainment," I said.
"For you, maybe. He tortures me," Peter said.
King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear and Wahoo came out of the house and headed toward Peter's spaceship. I opened the door for them and let them in next to me before I pet them.
Wahoo wahooed again.
We all laughed.
Peter immediately started to drive to Chuck-E-Cheese, where our first delivery would be from.
Patches was floating in space with her space helmet on. She was paddling toward us.
"Get in! Get in! For God's sake, get in!" Lindsay shouted as she opened the hatch for Patches to get in.
Patches got in the spaceship, and Lindsay took off her helmet. "Thank God I found you. Apparently, Chuck-E-Cheese was sucked into a portal that went back to Earth," she said.
"WHAT?!" Peter shouted. "Fuck this! I'm not going to work today!"
"We have to. We need the money!" Lindsay shouted.
Pauno's head floated in space. He had King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear's beard and hairstyle. He really envied my fat bear's sense of style. "Or you could just Space Dash," he said flatly. No story was complete without hearing his monotone voice.
"Good idea, Pauno. Thank you," Peter said.
"You're welcome. I'm tired. I'm going back to sleep. This multiverse is still bullshit," Pauno said.
Bobby from Bobby's World rode his tricycle in space. Sir Paul the Goat's heat floated in space as he bleated, and his echo broke the sound barrier.
Peter and Lindsay bleated, and we dashed through a plaid rainbow.
"Holy Shit! They've gone to Plaid!" Barf from Spaceballs shouted as his face showed through the rainbow.
Jaybird then joined in on the bleating. He then said, "Did you know that fuel stations make almost no profit on the fuel itself? Did you know they warn people at the stations not to ingest the fuel?!"
King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear blinked at Jaybird's floating head. Wahoo wahooed. Patches meowed.
"They make profit off of the pizzas you buy there. They also warn you that the pizza is hot when it comes out of the oven," Jaybird said before he turned into a pepperoni pizza.
We flew through the pizza, and it was fucked up. We became one with the pepperoni pizza and melted into the cheese. Patches was munching on the cheese. We saw Bloaty's Pizza, Pizza the Hut, Papa Mario's Pizza, Mama Luigi's Pizza, Count Chocula's Pizza, Jenga's Pizza, Peter Wallace Pizza, Inc., and Chef Vanilla Mac's Pizza.
Chef Vanilla Mac flagged us down. Our phones beeped. Peter Wallace's twin who happened to be a dog from some alternate universe, Peter Gromit flagged us down. Our phones beeped again. Wahoo wahooed twice. Patches meowed twice.
The orders on our phones were as follows: a total of 120 pizzas, 60 bread stick bundles, 60 mozzarella stick bundles, 50 Mountain Ales, 50 Dr. Peters, 20 chocolate sodas, 80 vanilla cupcake packages, and 40 Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear packages.
The orders' total amount was $1.2 million.
The mileage was 500 miles.
We accepted the orders and went to Peter Wallace Pizza, Inc. to pick up a bunch of food and load it on the spaceship. Peter Wallace Pizza, Inc. played "I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)" by The Proclaimers loudly over the stereo. Loren the Goat danced in the background after making the pizzas.
Then we went to Chef Vanilla Mac's Pizza and picked up the other part of the order. We loaded all of the cupcakes, pizzas, and Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear packages into the back of the spaceship.
When we were delivering to about 20 locations, the Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bears sang "I'm Gonna Be (500 miles)." Wahoo wahooed for the whole duration of the montage in sync with the song. King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear fed him whole golden kernel corn. Patches had a few kernels. I took a bite out of King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear.
We flew through the pizza, and King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear growled loudly after I bit him. His growl sent us back in time further than the 1980s. We ended up delivering pizza to the Knights of the Circular Table in London, England in 700 A.D. Oddly enough, the Knights looked like us, but dressed in dresses and armor. King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear still had my bite mark in him.
This King had brown curly hair and green eyes and was 6'2". He was standing and yelling at everyone at the table. "I guess everyone is late today!" he shouted.
"UGH!!! I would hate that!" Peter shouted.
"Late or missing! Where the hell is the Knight we inducted yesterday?!" King Bruce Ace shouted. "He is really late."
It became incredibly windy outside, and we crashed into their meeting hall.
They looked at us in mass confusion. Wahoo wahooed. Patches meowed. The cat that looked like Patches meowed back in a different cat language.
"Well, he had better hurry up because we don't have much time! Portugal, Italy, Iceland, Greece, and Spain are a lot of ground to cover, but I won't stop until I, King Theodore T. Simmons, am in every history book of being the greatest King of all time! Lindsay, bring the cats! We must go forth to Spain! Everyone! Pack your things!" King Simmons shouted.
"Who is staying behind to tend to the homestead?" Sorcerer Banana asked.
"Not us!" King Bruce Ace and Queen Megen shouted.
"Not us!" King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear and I shouted. You know we weren't staying there. Hell no.
"Not I. Not I. Not I," Count Vanilla Manilla said. He was wearing a black cape, white dress shirt, and black slacks.
"Not I," Sir Paul the Goat said.
"Not us," an older knight who looked nothing like any of us said. His daughter looked like a distant cousin of our Lindsay.
"Whoa! We can't bring Millenne!" King Simmons said. "She's too young and valuable!"
"Can she not be your wife?" the older knight asked.
"Oh fine! Let me think on it!" King Simmons said dramatically. "But she stays close by my side!'
"They don't really know we exist," Lindsay said.
"We're ghosts here and in 3023. What's the difference?" I asked.
The new knight was late to the pizza party, but he looked important.
We presented to them a giant pizza.
"What the HELL is that?" King Simmons asked as he looked at it.
"Pizza," Peter, our Lindsay, our King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear, and I said in unison.
"About time you showed up! We were getting ready to head for Spain after eating that pizza!" King Bruce Ace shouted.
"Yeah. We're going to take over the economy... after eating that pizza!" Queen Megara Ice (?) said.
"They've got chocolate in Spain..., and I am going to eat it after eating that pizza!" the King Chocolate-Covered Gummy Bear from 700 A.D. shouted.
"And they've got that amazing rice soaked in peppered tomato juice with corn and chiles! We have to take over Spain just for the rice alone! But first, I am eating that pizza!" the queen wearing the black dress that looked like me shouted.
When the new Knight could get a word in edgewise, he raised his sword into the air and shouted, "Huzzah!" before he went and ate several slices of that 52 inch pizza.
We all went to eat pizza and asked our counterparts how the actual hell we all got into this situation.
The only person missing was Jaybird. I guess he was in the pizza boxes.
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i’ve never before felt that year-end need to reflect on the past 12 months of growth, but if you’ll forgive me for being a little sentimental on main...
look, i know a lot in the world has sucked, but no question, this has been the best year of my life? it still doesn’t feel totally real. but at the same time that feels silly to say, because all i did was like. go to school.
but last year, 2017, i was ready to die. i mean, i’ve been suicidal for practically my entire life, since i was four or five years old (when my sister was in first grade, the father of one of her classmates killed himself, and learning that that was An Option was an epiphany of sorts for me). i always had a suicide plan in my back pocket, ready to go if need be, but last year i was really and truly done, ready to live one final summer and peace out.
and looking back, i still can’t believe just how sick i was. i was in pain literally every day for YEARS. i couldn’t leave my house for weeks at a time. i was often so weak i couldn’t even lift my tiny dog or walk to the mailbox. and i’m so grateful none of my fainting spells left me with any concussions or broken bones. some days i was too tired to speak. i was barely alive.
then i finally found a doctor who (gasp) AGREED that that was not an acceptable way to live one’s life, and maybe i, an adult woman, COULD make an intelligent and reasonable decision about what to do with my body. so got to say a glorious goodbye to my uterus (tmi fun fact- my last period started while i was seeing mother!, which is hilarious, and also coincidentally the same day cassini died). but whatever, that was 2017!
turns out that was exactly the correct decision, and i started getting better like. fast.
so in 2018:
i knocked out 37 college credits (with straight A’s!)
went on two fun trips- a little one up to dc for my birthday and a big one driving to california with my sister (i saw a desert for the first time in my life and the pacific ocean and the vast expanse of the flyover states from the ground which was terrifying in a way that is the exact opposite of claustrophobia)
i did brunch with friends on the weekend?? several times. this a dumb thing, but one i never would have done before
got into the best shape of my life. i’ve always been the weak, fragile baby of the family, and somehow, in this past year, i’ve done a complete 180 and now i’m The Strong One
have NOT gotten so stressed out that i impulsively cut off half my hair (this has been a go-to move for me since before i can remember)
the most weird and unexpected change- i’ve almost completely stopped having nightmares. i’ve had them every night (that i’ve slept, anyway) for, again, as long as i can remember (i do remember the earliest ones, from age 3 or younger). this is so bizarre to me. i’ve still had a few this year, some actually worse than what i’ve been used to (like panic attack inducing flashback type shit about my dad), but nothing like the multiple a night i that i’ve been having for my entire life before this.
i’ve tried so many new things, gone to new places, picked up new hobbies, and done a lot that i never would have CONSIDERED before this year. base level aspects of Who I Am have changed in a way i did not know i was capable of.
it hasn’t all been perfect. my health still isn’t where i want it to be. i’m still a deeply angry person who struggles with depression (and yeah i’ve continued to indulge some unhealthy coping mechanisms i should have left in the past). i’ve still seriously considered killing myself, but only a handful of times, rather than the constant malicious whisper of the easy potential of escape that’s been with me nonstop for the previous 20+ years. my mom finally sort-of admitted partial responsibility for some of the trauma my sister and i suffered in our youth, and our relationship may be irreparably damaged because of her attitude about it.
but it’s okay, because i’m still improving. and for the first time in my life i feel like i have a future? ngl, i am wondering if everything this past year has just been a result of the joy of a newfound freedom i’ve never experienced before, if i’ve actually changed at all. i don’t know. i guess the only way to be sure is with time.
#again i'm putting this under a read more but tumblr doesn't always keep it that way#so sorry if the full thing is taking up space on your dash!!! if you're annoyed by it know that i'm just as embarrassed by it#also 2018 is the year i switched to sports bras instead of regular bras and ladies i recommend it#more comfy and easier to wash and cheaper#and definitely cuter too if you're above like a b cup#maybe i'm just turning into a jock and embracing athleisure but gosh what a life upgrade#also this year i've decided to downgrade my hatred of cupcakes#like yes maybe they're inferior to regular cake but a cupcake is better than no cake at all#(i had a rose and pistachio cupcake (and some alfajores!!!) at a bakery in san francisco and it was so good i'm still fucked up ab it)#ANYWAY this might be the most i've ever talked about just myself in my life this is more than i'd say about myself in therapy#i'm tired and i want to go to bed now
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Dancing with the Devil: Part II
Part 1
Pairing: Luca Changretta x Reader
Author’s note: This was so embarrassing to write not because of smut...but because I’m crushing hard on Adrien Brody right now. And I can’t even share this obsession with anyone because… he’s kinda niche? Someone please reassure me that I’m just going through a phase because dear God why can’t I stop watching Darjeeling Limited just to see him ahhh.
The story picks up right after the end of Part 1, so I recommend reading that first. Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated, let me know what you think!
Summary: Following your meeting with Luca Changretta, you face the Shelby family and Tommy's reaction. (2.6k words)
Warnings: Smut, angst, swearing
Tag: Let me know if you would like to be added or removed
@anythingwriter, @rrtxcmt, @shut-chan
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You barely make it into your bedroom before he is all over you. The buttons of his crisp, tailored shirt fall like marbles. He moans when you nip the skin of his neck, right over his tattoo of the black cross, legs tangled together like a depraved waltz.
When he grinds into you, you shudder deliciously at the hardness that meets between your bare thighs.
How easy would it be for him to kill you after he fucks you, leaving your corpse twisted in the bedsheets. You know Tommy would find it when he eventually remembers that he has not seen you for days.
“Signorita, you know I come to you with the most honorable of intentions.” He murmurs, as if sensing your thoughts.
“You're not a very honorable man then.” A laugh that turns into a gasp as he trails his hand lower and strokes between your legs. No, not very honorable at all. And pretty soon all thoughts of honor are forgotten as he coaxes a moan from your throat.
His fingers are magic. The cold outline of his onyx rings scald your skin each time he crooks a finger inside you. Knowing exactly what you need, seeking your depths, swirling, rising to rub the clit, all the while exploring the flushed expanse of your body with his other hand.
Shoulder to breasts to hips and back again.
Without meaning to, you’ve let this stranger take control of your entire being. But God, do you crave this pure ecstasy.
It’s as if he wants to know precisely how much you can take before you're undone. So when you clench around his hand and feel the familiar ache he is right there, helping you ride the wave of pleasure, never breaking the rhythm of his thrusting fingers even as you curse, rake your nails down his back.
You almost cry out his name when you come. But you bite into his shoulder instead.
“Sweetheart, I’m gonna have to hear you next time.” He growls.
His words barely register as you come down from the high. Aftershocks spark like tiny flames. Now you are wearing his scent as much as he is wearing yours.
“Be inside me,” You whimper, tugging at his soft hair, urging him for more.
He rasps an empty warning, “What's my name, sweetheart?”
Of course. All this time you've never acknowledged you know of his identity. There was no use in trying to hide it now.
“Luca,” you breathe. And his eyes gleam with approval.
With a snap of his hips, he plunges into silky warmth. The fullness stretches you to your limit, head thrown back. It’s good, so good. Every withdrawal of his thrust is a blessing because you know what follows next. It’s him inside you again, wrapping you with his touch and the scent of tobacco and roses.
“Does your Tommy fuck you like this? Like the way I do?”
“He’s not mine.” You choke out, punishing Luca with a bite on the neck that elicits a chuckle rather than a yelp of pain.
He kisses you, your foreheads pressed together. “A damn shame for him.” Soon he starts to quicken his pace, going faster, more erratic, his breathing heavy upon your ears.
Yes, you urge him, come on, now.
And this is your chance. In a flash you roll on top of him, pinning down his shoulders with your hands. He tries to arch up but you stop him with a knee.
“How many men did you bring, Changretta?” You ask, making your voice rough to mask the lust, pressing your hands around his jugular.
It's a pleasure to see him like this. Shocked at your actions, maybe even scared. Naked with want but unable to do anything to relieve it. Unless he tells the truth.
“Fifteen. Why baby, am I not enough for you?” He laughs breathlessly, hands trailing goosebumps along your hips, tracing the contour of your breasts. The jib doesn't hurt you. After all, men have said worse. He tries to surge into you again, and his hot member pulses on your thighs.
“Do you swear on your honor? That you’re telling the truth?” You insist, squeezing him harder. The touch brands his skin as much as it brands yours.
In a voice full of self-mockery he says, “Yes I swear on my honor. Now let me in, clever Isabel.”
You take him in you, the sensations amplify a thousandfold. You try teasing him, going slowly in and out, but soon you are caught up in the sensation of him completely at your mercy and you ride him, faster, until you keen his name, until he too is undone.
****
Through the haze of dawn, he stumbles out of bed and gets dressed. Before he dons his hat once more, Luca leans down to whisper in your ear, as soft as sin.
“You tell Tommy Shelby he may expect a visitor in the night. I'm coming for him as the angel of death. The vendetta has begun…” He kisses your hair.
“I’ll see you soon, sweetheart.”
The door clicks shut. You rise from your pillow, and a small, hard lump rolls next to your hand.
It is a signet ring of onyx and gold.
****
“So we all get a death letter from the mafia, but Izzy gets jewelry?” Ada huffs as the family filters into the betting shop. As usual, Tommy holds court at the front of the table, brooding over a glass of whiskey. You roll your eyes as Arthur and John try to cover their snort of laughter with a cough.
“If you want it, you can have it, Ada. He’s probably planning on killing me too.”
“Doubt it. You’re not a Shelby, and we’re the ones who killed his father. Well, someone did, to be precise.” She shoots a bitter look at Tommy, who doesn’t even have the decency to look ashamed.
Despite Ada’s matter-of-fact tone, the words cut to your heart. Not a Shelby.
It’s not her fault. No one knows you’ve been sleeping with Tommy, not even your dearest friend. It’s a lonely secret to keep, but at least you can look at the family square in the eye and not have to worry about the things they say behind your back. Or worse, pity you.
You can handle the violence and moral ambiguity of Tommy’s business. But to lose the love and respect of the Shelbys would break your heart.
“What was the mafia man like, Izzy?” Finn asks eagerly. It’s obvious the boy is thinking of the dashing, gun-wielding gangsters he’s seen in the pictures.
“He was a wrinkly old brute. Kind of like your arsehole brother Tommy.” A smile to take the edge off the insult. But Tommy only looks off into space. As if he hasn't paid attention to this entire conversation.
Arthur clears his throat. “Now, let’s get one thing straight. It was me who pulled the trigger on his dad, so the blame falls on me.” He pats Linda’s hand even as his voice is heavy with guilt.
“No one’s blaming you Arthur, you weren’t the brains behind the operation, no offense.” Ada says. He is about to say something when Polly cuts in.
“Stop squabbling like children. We’ve all voted for truce, despite everything Tommy’s done to us—” The words nearly having us hanged hover pointedly in the air. “—So let’s focus on the matter at hand." She fixes Tommy with a sharp look.
“What’s the news from Camden Town? Will Solomons help us?”
“No.” He says tiredly. And all of a sudden you feel sorry for teasing him. He look gaunt. There are shadows under his eyes, even more so than usual. Without you to remind him to eat, you can imagine his diet for the past few days consisted more of alcohol and cigarettes than anything substantial.
“Spent three hours on a fucking tour of his bakery and another pretending to drink his piss-poor rum. I think he was trying to get me sloshed so I’d forget what I came for.” Tommy rubs his head.
“He’s refusing to send his men to help. Said he’s not going to go after another oppressed people.”
“Did you tell him the Italians are rounding up Jews in their country as we speak?” Polly asks incredulously.
“Wouldn’t make a difference to Alfie. Besides, that’s just an excuse. He’s really just a fucking coward.”
Polly looks troubled at this, as does the rest of the family. Everyone had been counting on Alfie’s friendship with Tommy, however peculiar, to help them with the vendetta. What they hadn’t expected was his extreme sense of self-perseverance. How are they going to protect themselves now?
“Before everyone panics, I’d like to say something.” Tommy clears his throat, setting down the whisky.
“As you may all know, two nights ago our Izzy encountered Mr. Changretta in the Garrison. He bought her a drink and asked her to deliver an official beginning of the vendetta.” He chooses this time to finally look at you. You hold his gaze until he looks shiftily away.
“We can also assume that he has been scoping out Small Heath, looking for any weaknesses on our turf. Now, Izzy has something to share with you all.”
You stand up uncertainly. The last time a woman other than Polly tried to speak her mind at the table it had been Esme, who still refuses to come to the betting shop unless Tommy is not here.
“While Mr. Changretta was, er, indisposed at the Garrison, I found some items in his coat that I think could be useful.” You fish out a passport and a stack of papers from your skirt pockets.
“Good job, Izzy! Oh, I knew we could count on you more than my idiot brother.” Ada beams.
“Becoming a right little spy, eh?” John ruffles your hair good-naturedly. As everyone gathers around, Polly gives a low whistle.
“Goodness, if this is your definition of an ugly brute, I wonder who’ll really catch your fancy, darling.”
You flush. The documents were obtained shortly after Luca had fallen asleep. It was an exercise in agility, trying to extricate yourself from his tangle of limbs, especially when you wanted nothing more than to stay in bed, encased in his warmth.
To your own credit, the papers were highly useful indeed. Some were maps of Birmingham, circles drawn in places where the Shelbys are known to frequent. The Garrison. Charlie’s Yard. The Arrow House. There was also stationary from The Stanton, a hotel just outside of the city.
There had been another piece of paper in the stack, a letter. But you kept that for yourself.
“We all have Izzy to thank for bringing us this valuable information.” Tommy’s voice rises above the chatter. “I will be personally examining all the documents and think of a plan. In the meantime, everyone stay alert, stay armed, and stay together.”
“Now if no one has any further questions, I need to have a private word with her. Alone.”
*****
You twirl the onyx ring around your finger as everyone filters out. It’s much too big but you still wear it anyways. The thick band of gold is comforting in its own way. And despite what you told Ada earlier, you don’t want to give it to anyone else.
Tommy’s curt voice snaps you from your reverie.
“Was it good, then?”
A small muscle tics on the underside of his jaw. His previously blank expression is now cold. The coward in you compels you to feign ignorance.
“What do you mean, Tommy?” You ask lightly.
“Did it feel good to have that fucking wop inside you?”
You burst out laughing. “Christ, Tommy. Did you pick up that word from Alfie? You sound bloody ridiculous when you’re trying to be crass, you know.”
“Don’t fucking change the subject, Isabel.” Tommy snaps.
“Oh, so I’m Isabel, now? You only call me that when you’re trying to get me in bed. Is that what you want? A bit early in the evening if you ask me.”
“What I want for you is to tell me how it felt having that man inside you, inside---”
You blaze with anger. “My sex life is none of your business, even if you are an occasional participant. I did what you would have wanted, and now I’ve got intel on the Changrettas that could save your arse!”
“Do you know how dangerous it could have been? Fraternizing with the enemy is exactly what got us into trouble with the Changrettas!”
“And fraternizing with them again has given us an advantage. We know how many associates he’s brought with him, and where they are staying. Good God,” Your eyes widen as you see the mutinous look on Tommy’s face. “Are you jealous?”
The silence of the room presses in until it's almost palpable. Finally he rubs a hand over his eyes, looking utterly defeated.
“I have no right to.” He says, pained. “But I am, just the same.”
The admission of his feelings would have made your heart soar a few days ago, before you met a man who enchanted you in the Garrison. You only laugh bitterly.
“What makes this different from all those other times you made me seduce the men you wanted to spy on?”
He says nothing. But what else is there to say? The past is in the past, and so many hurts have been caused by the both of you, it would be impossible to untangle it all.
You soften your voice, laying a hand on Tommy's arm.
“Let me continue seeing him. He wants me, and we can use that. You know it will be help, you know it might save us all.”
A breath flutters in your chest as you wait for his decision. If Tommy allows it, you’ll do it in a heartbeat. The Shelbys are your family, whether you're one in name or not.
But if he refuses, then perhaps… Perhaps he might actually care for you, deeper than jealousy, deeper than he admits.
“Very well.” Tommy says finally, and something in your heart shatters. The corners of your mouth curve up in a wobbly smile.
“Thank you for trusting me, Tommy. I won’t let you down.”
“You would never let me down, no matter what you do. Just…Be careful, Izzy.”
He closes the distance between you and enfolds you in a hug. You enjoy this quiet warmth, as fragile as spider's silk. With a small laugh, you pull away, patting his arm before turning to the door.
You don't look back to see if he follows.
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