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deceasedream69 · 2 years

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Summary: Jason has a crush on you but after you "humiliate" him you had to search for someone's help to get you out.

This shit is loooong. Lol

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Jason pulled me from my waist, planting a kiss on my lips, in front of the whole cafeteria.

- "ew!", I said pulling back. Not controlling what I just said.

- "what do you mean by ew?", Said Jason grabbing me from my shoulders.

- "oooohhhh", said the people watching us.

- "fuck off", I said pushing him and walking away.

- "wow, you ok?", Said a guy I pushed by accident while I leaved the cafeteria.

- "sorry", I said quickly, walking away.

After the whole lunch situation I just had to get to my last 2 classes and I was free. Relieved and thinking happily my plans for the afternoon I placed some books in my locker.

Until someone closed it, scaring me.

- "you think you can humiliate me in front of the whole school just like that?"

- "I didn't tell you to kiss me", I said trying to walk away. But two guys blocking me. I got really scared.

- "right now you have a free pass, just because mrs smith is always wandering around the halls", he got close to my ear. "But see you after school"

I hugged my books and went to my next class. I couldn't stop fidgeting the whole class, thinking of a plan to leave school without Jason and his bullies noticing.

> do I fit in the vents, how do I know which vent will lead me out? < I kept bitting the skin around my nails.

- "hey, you okay? You're bleeding"

- "huh? Oh, what are you doing here? Not like... Not like something bad, you're just never in this class", i said smiling.

- "I can't afford to lose this class again. Here", said Eddie taking his handkerchief from his back pocket. He took my hand and cleaned the blood. "Are you okay? You seemed nervous"

- "I'm worried about this class too", I said smiling.

- "oh, come on, you're one of the best students out there. Keep it", he said turning back, leaving me his handkerchief.

I hold it with both of my hands, it calmed me for a while before going back to the thought of Jason.

> at least I have something to clean my blood after I get my ass dragged< I smiled looking at the handkerchief.

Eddie noticed and smiled too.

My last class went smooth, but I didn't got anyone to distract me this time.

I was the last one to leave the classroom, putting everything in my backpack slowly. Then walking slowly. Trying to delay my torture.

I took a different route, to the parking lot.

Luckily no one saw me. I hid behind a bushed and some cars.

- "ah!", I got scared when I saw someone sitting over there. He put his cigarette out and stared at me. Well, I don't know if it was a cigarette. "I'm sorry, I promise I won't tell anyone", I said peaking through the bushes to see if someone has heard or seen me.

He got the smoke out and coughed a little.

- "you look scared, sweetheart, are you okay? Who are you hiding from?"

- "shh"

He got close to me.

- "what?"

- "Jason", i whispered. My hands fidgeting again.

- "whoa, what happened?"

- "he kissed me in the cafeteria and I kinda... Rejected him... And said ew..."

- "oof, not good for a guy's ego, especially someone who has dogs with him all the time. Want a ride?"

I thought about it for a few seconds.

- "sure"

- "come here", he whispered. He was leading the way cautiously so Jason wouldn't see me.

They were searching for me at the parking lot already.

- "over there!"

- "let's go!", Eddie pulled me from my wrist. Opening his van fast, igniting it and driving away.

I rubbed my wrist slightly, breathing fast.

- "sorry"

- "huh?"

- "the wrist"

- "sorry? You saved me. Thanks", i said looking through the window.

- "i kinda... Need to know your address to take you home"

I laughed.

- "sorry, it's *address*"

- "not so far from my house", he smiled.

- "really, where do you live?"

- "nah, what if you try to kidnap me or something like that?"

I laughed.

- "you can technically be the one kidnapping me right now"

- "oh no, you caught me, now I guess I'll have to", he said grabbing the handkerchief I had in my back pocket, the one he gave me, and putting it in my face.

Both of us laughing.

- "why do people keep saying that you're... I'm sorry... It's just, you're nothing like people make you see"

- "shocker, huh?"

- "do you have music?"

- "I don't think you'll like it"

I pressed play and something loud started to sound, I got a little shook when it started,but I liked it.

- "you can pause it here"

- "no", I said stopping his hand. "I kinda like it"

- "sure", he smiled turning to look at me a few times.

- "what?"

- "you're nothing like I imagined"

- "what did you have in mind?"

- "some popular, bratty girl. Who's perfect and is in love with the other popular guy of the school"

- "I'm only "popular" because Jason got this obsession with me. I hate the attention. Wait... Perfect, huh?"

He only laughed. we got close to my house, passing in front of it.

- "that was my-"

- "shhh", he pushed my head down. "Jason's over there". I peaked from the window, a green shine could be visible through the windows of my house.

- "fucking loser", i Said getting down. "What's the plan?"

- "drive around until he gets tired"

- "I'm such a moron, they'll beat my ass tomorrow at school either way. I'm just making this worse and worse"

- "you can go to the police"

- "you think they'll help?"

- "good point"

- "stop"

- "what?"

- "stop!", I said pulling the break.

The van immediately stopped.

- "thanks for everything", I hugged him and got off the van. I jogged to my house.

- "hi mom", I said smiling, opening the door.

- "your friend is here!", She said excited.

- "hi...", I faked a smile.

He spent the rest of the afternoon there, my mom was delighted with how "polite" he was.

- "I guess I gotta go now, see you tomorrow, and nice to meet you", he said kissing my mom's hand. I walked with him to the door

- "your plan of beating me in front of my mom didn't work, huh? Who would've guess"

- "be careful, y/n. I just came here to actually earn your mom's heart so she could talk some sense into you"

- "go away", I pushed him and closed the door.

- "well look who decided to stop hiding from us, what do you say, dear? Last chance"

I threw my backpack to the floor and extended my arms.

- "as long as I don't die", I said defeated.

A few screams came from behind Jason.

The hellfire club beating the shit out of the basketball team.

I joined them and hit Jason right on the face. Eddie pulling me aside after that.

- "if you think of messing with y/n again", he got closer to him. "Oh, you better not mess with her again".

He put his arm around me, walking with me inside the school. I hugged him again.

- "thank you. Thanks to all of you. Jesus, I was scared, not gonna lie"

- "Eddie's friends are our friends", said a smiley guy wearing a cap. I shook their hands and introduced myself.

- "and if you want", said Eddie taking a hellfire shirt from his backpack, smiling.

- "are you kidding me?! This is so cool, i don't feel worthy", I joked.

- "let's go, new little demon", he nudged my arm.

- "why are you so kind with me?", I asked sitting at the table, only Eddie and me there, waiting for the rest of the guys.

- "kind? Why would I be mean to you?"

- "no, but... Nevermind", i said looking down.

- "i meant what I said"

- "what?"

- "that you're... Perfect", he said looking down. I smiled.

- "but I'm such a brat and... The worst... Popular", he laughed.

- "not anymore, gotta pull you down to my level to make this", he said grabbing my necklace and pulling me in for a kiss.

I had no idea how to kiss, so instead of ending up like a complete fool I pulled away, which didn't help either.

- "I'm sorry", he said quickly. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you-"

- "no! No... I... Shit, I messed this up. I liked it! I like you", i said quickly, then regretting it.

- "oh... I... Well, it's pretty obvious by now but I like you too"

- "I don't know how to kiss", I whispered.

- "oh!", He said in surprise. "Want some lessons? Now I can tell you my address if you want", we laughed and the rest of the club joined the table.

- "actually I got your address yesterday. I asked max", I whispered in his ear and then winked and got up to go to my new class.

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quenchiestcactusjuice99 · 2 years

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kasldhf check all 20 wips for the word hug lol <33

"Daiki stiffens when Fumihiro collides with him, and doesn’t relax for the first few moments of the hug. “I don’t want to forget you,” Fumihiro admits, muffled Daiki’s shirt."

^ this is from an unpublished chapter of my fic remember me when i am gone. It's mostly about the main character's daily life with memory issues

"Mother turns back to the stove again. Fan refrains from commenting on the skewed perspective of age a fourteen year old has and hugs Biyu tighter. "Tell you what," She says, smiling as she sneaks a look at Mother's back. "Jin had a good idea. Let's find a gravepit when I get home tomorrow night, yeh?""

^ this is from the first chapter of my fic gunpowder grey.

"“Right,” Minato agrees, reluctant to let go. He pulls away slowly. Kushina lays the baby—Orochimaru’s baby!—down in her crib, and when she turns to face him, her eyes are a touch red. Minato doesn’t say anything, just steps back into her space and hugs her again. “I love you,” He says, like it’s a heavy thing that drops off his lips and lands like a ten ton weight.

“I know,” Kushina says, like I love you too."

^ this is one of my favorites!! it's from an unposted WIP wherein one of Orochimaru's experiments gets mistaken for his daughter, so he goes along with it because he doesn't want to get in trouble for experimenting on kids. (Minato and Kushina are babysitting lol)

"He doesn’t bother to knock, but does take the trouble to slip off his shoes in the entryway. “I’m home,” He calls, even though he hasn’t lived here for some time now.

“Usem?” Comes a gasp from the kitchen, and before Usem knows what’s happening he’s swept up in a rib-crushing hug."

^ a scene from Sunadokei that didn't make it into the fic. I'm thinking of posting the whole thing in a separate work

"“Uh huh,” The boy says, watching Izuku approach with scrutinizing eyes. He shoots another look at Katsuki.

Katsuki shrugs, and then pretends irritation at Izuku’s flying leap of a hug that nearly knocks the both of them over."

^ a scene from the first chapter of The Midoriya Household. AKA eldritch horror midoriyas lol

"The second she sees the scowl, the gritted teeth, the way his hands start to flail without his permission, she swoops in and crushes him in a hug that traps his hands. Then she settles them both on the couch until Katsuki can talk without screaming himself hoarse in rage again."

^ a scene from an unpublished fic where Bakugou time travels and has suchhh a bad time skdjfskjdg

"Yuzu comes rocketing past before Isshin can even say a word, throwing herself forward with a squeal and viciously clamping her arms around his middle. Karin follows more sedately but joins the hug, and Ichigo takes advantage of his height to lean over and lift both of them for a few moments, grinning for real because these are his sisters and he missed them."

^ from the first chapter of my fic In Times Of Need (the devil himself gave me a friend).

"And Klaus lays there and pretends to sleep and wishes with all his heart that he could sit up and hug Diego. That he could comfort his brother.

And the problem is that he can. But he won't. Because he's a fucking coward."

^ from an unpublished vent WIP i started a while back and never finished.

"“Don’t expect a hug,” Trigger spits, but even across the street Gensu can see his balled fists shaking.

Zombie scoffs. “Why would I want one?” And his voice cuts on want, but neither of them say anything about it."

lmaooo i forgot about this. it's a super contrived time travel fic for BNHA that i haven't touched in the better part of a year

"Caboose gives him a back-breaking hug when he hears Tucker talk again and looks so excited that Tucker feels a little bad."

^ a Red vs Blue fic exploring a possible trauma response that i also haven't touched in the better part of a year lol

"“What- what are you doing?” He croaks. The pressure is too light to be for a takedown or suffocation.

“Giving you a hug, dumbass.”"

^ from my fic Mismatch (you and i, we don't fit quite right but that's okay).

Not quite 20, but it's starting to get late lolol. Thanks so much for this! It was really fun looking through all my drafts and stuff <3

#cactus answers

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oswaldsleftbicep · 2 years

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can i ask for fun/crack headcanons with Levy, Lucia (because his hcs are always the funniest) and Lucas seeing their lover crying because their favorite character on a book died?

(yes this is happening to me right now and i feel like a lost a real friend)

lucia, levy, & lucas seeing their gn!so cry over a character death

i've been there, we've all been there, and i'm sorry you're upset :( i'd love to know which book you read tho!!

genre: comfort, fluff, angst if you squint

cw: mentions of death

Lucia

❧ he'd been gone all day on some business trip and wasn't supposed to return until later in the evening so you decided to busy yourself by reading a book

❧ this was a book that levy recommended to you based on what you said you liked to read, and you were very excited to check it out

❧ turns out he was right and this book was right up your alley, you knocked the whole thing out in a day

❧ the only problem was your favorite character died a sad, premature, and totally unnecessary death, and you were devastated

❧ you finished strong though and completed the book before shutting it, wrapping yourself up in a blanket, and laying down on the bed, sobbing into a pillow, and holding the book tightly to your chest

❧ not even two minutes later does lucia return to his room, and needless to say mans goes into a p a n i c when he sees you sobbing alone in the dark

❧ so he runs up to where you are and gently situates you so that he can see your face, and he starts wiping tears from your face, shushing you gently, and asking what happened

❧ he was so scared, he thought you were hurt or someone had died i mean,, yeah,, and he was prepared to do whatever it took to make you feel better

❧ he finally gets an answer out of you, but it doesn't put his mind at ease whatsoever: "they're dead, lucia. after all that, they were just killed like they meant nothing!"

❧ so he's like "huh?? who died??" and it's only then does he see the book clutched so closely to your chest, and he starts to put two and two together

❧ "...was it someone in your book?" he asks, and sighs a little when you sniff and give a little nod

❧ he sits on the bed with you and pulls you so you're sitting up and leaned against him

❧ he continues to wipe your tears away, and he pats your head gently, placing little kisses against your temple

❧ he tries to comfort you with words as well, telling you how it'll all be ok

❧ he'll listen to you vent about your sadness, agreeing with every little thing you say, and when you ask him why the author had to kill them off, he just says it's because they're mean and evil

❧ this comfort continues until you stop crying and your sniffles have stopped

❧ he takes the book from your grasp and says he'll put it away so you won't have any reminders of the pain, and he laughs a little when you agree, saying that you "never want to see that book ever again"

❧ so he puts it out in the hall where a maid will find it and put it away in the library and he heads back over to where you sit pitifully in bed

❧ he takes in how exhausted you look, completely drained from your emotional turmoil and just sleepy in general from reading all day and crying for the last half hour

❧ so he decides to strip into his pajamas and crawls into bed with you, tucking the both of you in and holding you close to him

❧ you're still in your little blanket burrito which he finds absolutely adorable, and you feel completely at ease having been comforted and now being held by the love of your life

❧ you're asleep within minutes, and he just kinda watches you sleep for a bit, playing back the images of you crying and looking so hurt, reliving the pain he got in his chest at the sight

❧ he knows you'll never not cry again, that there will be other books you'll cry over, but he makes a vow to himself to always be there to comfort you when you're upset

Levy

❧ oh he's so been there, he totally gets it lol

❧ that doesn't mean he won't be chill with seeing you sob out of nowhere

❧ so let's set the scene: the two of you are in the library as per usual, y'all are in there so often that you got a comfy couch set up since it's better than just a chair

❧ you're each reading your own book, he's sitting upright and you're lying down with your legs in his lap, head propped up on a few pillows plus the arm rest

❧ it's been a couple hours since the reading began and you're each very into your books

❧ but you're at a point in your story where some intense scene is going down and it just so happens that your favorite character is in the middle of it

❧ you're gripping onto the book, eyes darting over each word, taking everything in as quick as you can; you need to know if your fave is gonna make it

❧ they didn't lmao

❧ nah the author just had to kill off the best character in the whole book in the most terrible way possible, and to make it worse the death was like completely glossed over!! like "uhh yeah they dead ok moving on" who does that??

❧ so not only are you distraught that your fave is gone, you're angry at how they went, and this caused tears to start streaming down your face

❧ levy is lost in his own book and doesn't realize you're even upset until he hears your sniffles

❧ like he felt you tense up as you were reading, but that's normal, he knew you were at an intense scene and shrugged it off

❧ so he hears you sniffle and his head whips towards you with a panicked look on his face

❧ you still have your book open and you're glaring at the pages, tears flowing down your face, eyebrows furrowed and a little pout to finish off the look

❧ clearly you are very upset and his boyfriend alarm goes off like "i gotta fix this!!" so mans closes his book without even marking the page and he tosses it onto the little table next to the couch

❧ he shifts to face you more and rubs you leg gently, asking you in a cautious voice what was wrong

❧ you sniff one more time before muttering out that the stupid dumb author killed off the best character ever in the most brutal and cruel way ever

❧ and he's like "ohh ok i see" and gently removes the book from your grip, marks the page you were on, and sets it to the side

❧ then he grabs your hands and rubs your knuckles with his thumb, and he tells you that it'll all be ok and asks if you want to talk about what happened

❧ he hadn't read your book before shocking i know so he's paying very close attention to the details and events you explain in a very disorganized and somewhat incoherent way, but it's good enough for him to get the gist of the story and that this character was pretty neat

❧ but then you get into the details of how said character was killed, and heck he's getting mad with you. who kills off a character like that?? especially one so cool and relatable?? the audacity smh

❧ it's a good thing he's been in this situation before cuz he knows exactly how to handle it. he'll let you vent it out, hold you for a little bit if you want, and then when you're all calmed down he asks if you want to finish the rest of the book or not

❧ if you decide to finish it right then, he'll hand it back to you and be on the lookout in case you need any comfort as you finish

❧ if you don't want to finish the book either that same day or at all, he'll put it back on the shelf later and spend the rest of the day reading his own book to you to try getting your mind off what happened

❧ he's very good at handling this particular situation cuz he's experienced it several time himself; he may be a little spooked by your sobbing at first but he'll shake it off as soon as it clicks that his partner needs him :,)

Lucas

❧ it was just a chill day with the two of you hanging around in his home

❧ he'd been in and out a little bit, not seeming to be able to keep still, while you were curled up on the sofa reading a book you bought the last time you went into town

❧ you were very into this book, like you had completely blocked out any and all outside commotion, completely unaware what time it was or what lucas had just said to himself on his way out the door for the nth time

❧ you hadn't read a book this good since you were back in your old world, and it was very comforting to have a piece of media to hyperfixate on again

❧ there was even this one character that you loved so much and actually identified with, you were having a blast

❧ until they died lmao

❧ the death was so sudden, and quite frankly it didn't even make sense?? like one chapter they were alive, the next they just kinda disappeared, and the chapter after that the author decides to drop an "oh yeah the died lol sucks"

❧ like who does that?? it's such lazy writing and now the whole book is ruined for you!!

❧ so not only are you distraught at your fave being killed off, you're furious at them being killed off in such a lazy manner!!

❧ so you decide to vent out some of that anger and sadness by sobbing and throwing the book across the room

❧ just as lucas opens the door lmao

❧ he just barely misses getting decked in the face by a flying book, and he looks over at you with a bewildered look on his face, "wtf???" written clear on his features

❧ he has half a mind to start sassing you about turning his home into such a dangerous and hostile place, but he stops short having seen you standing there, tears streaming down your face that's showing nothing but grief, your breathing heavy and ragged

❧ at first he thinks this is all directed at him, i mean to him it did seem like you were trying to attack him with a book

❧ but he can't think of anything that he's done wrong lately? unless it's from him coming and going so much today. did he distract you with all that? or were you upset that he didn't spend the day reading with you??

❧ he takes a few cautious steps towards you, hands up in front of his chest to show you he means no harm, and he carefully asks you, "baby, what's wrong? was it something i did?"

❧ you start to come down a bit from your fit and it hits you what just happened

❧ under any other circumstance you would've laughed, i mean it is kinda funny that he just so happened to walk through the door as you were launching a book at it, and now he's approaching you like you're some feral cat he found on the street

❧ but your favorite character just died, and you don't have the energy to make light of anything right now, so you just slump back onto the couch, trying to slow your breathing and tears

❧ he takes this as a sign that the situation has been deescalated and approaches you a bit faster, wanting to sit beside you and figure out what exactly happened while he was gone

❧ he slowly wraps an arm around you and leans you against him, and he asks once again, "what happened, love?"

❧ "they're dead," you answer in a pathetic little voice that makes his heart ache, "they really just killed them off like it was nothing"

❧ so he's gathered enough information now to know that you're talking about the book that still lies on the floor across the room, and he's kinda relieved that you're not mad at him and no one y'all know irl has died

❧ he's still sensitive to you in this situation tho, consoling you as if someone real had just died and letting you cry and vent out all your feelings

❧ he even gets a little mad with you, like what kind of lazy, horrible writer just kills off a beloved character without warning??

❧ but he sits with you and comforts you until you've calmed down, and he asks what you want to do now

❧ you say you want to get some sleep to feel better, get all nice and comfy in bed and stuff, and you ask him to join you

❧ he agrees ofc, it was getting pretty late at this point, but he sends you off to bed first, saying that he needs to do something real quick

❧ you're too drained to even question it, so you just shuffle over to the bedroom to get ready for sleep

❧ he joins you a few minutes later, quickly gets into his pajamas, and crawls into bed with you

❧ you wake up the next morning, and when you pass the fireplace you notice the charred remains of a very familiar novel... >:)

#my. hcs #yes i summoned my leftover rage from me and earl and the dying girl for lucas' part #nightmare harem #nightmare harem hcs #nightmare harem lucia #nightmare harem levy #nightmare harem lucas #otome games

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audioaujom · 7 months

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6:00 AM, Monty Golf Catwalks

FNaF:SB Hub, < prev, next >

Hey hey hey! I had most of this chapter already finished prior to this week, since I started working on it around the time I was also working on Fazer Blast. I just think Monty deserved more screen time than he got, so all of his stuff came first. Sorry if the chapter is at times unintelligible, I did my best to edit but I’m sick right now and the meds make me a little spacey. But it was close to being done anyway and I’ve had nothing but time while half-asleep in bed waiting for this to pass. I always get sick when the weather starts to turn cold, so I knew this was coming lol Anyways, enjoy the Monty boss fight above Monty Golf as part of the post-6:00 AM chapter!

Word Count: 2100

Chapter TWs: Blood, Violence, Injury

“We’re okay. We’re okay. It’s just another vent.” Ranboo rambled angrily to himself, crawling on his stomach through the vent at the end of the Mazercise maze—which had taken him forever to solve. “How many of these have you crawled through tonight? Like three hundred, that’s how many. It’s fine. It’s all cool.”

Tumbling head first out of the vent—and narrowing avoiding actually hitting his head on anything—Ranboo landed in a pile on the small balcony overlooking what appeared to be the entirety of Monty Golf, which included the sprawling catwalk just below him. The row of broken gator shaped carts in front of him—all with mounted guns on the front—swayed a little as he got to his feet and looked around, confused. This catwalk appeared to be part of a large network of them, which all sprawled out just above the decorations of the Monty Golf mini-game below. Large jungle leaves and the actual golf course were visible between the walkways, the bright fluorescent glow of the black lights and glow-in-the-dark paint giving the whole room an eerie glow (despite the faded floodlights clearly used by those working up top). He shrugged and sat down on the edge of the balcony, scooting off of it to land on the catwalk below, which shook a little from the impact but seemed steady enough. He looked around, spotting several play guns similar to the ones mounted on the carts in various spots along the walkway, along with the large target beside the giant bucket labeled ‘Hole in One: Hurricane!’.

“Maybe this’ll be fine. How would any of them even get up here?” He wondered aloud, looking both ways down the catwalk only to realize the whole thing was a loop with no apparent way up or down. “Huh.”

Suddenly, he froze in place as there was a loud clanging from down the darkened hole in the wall that the cart line disappeared into, the carts rattling into each other as if something was moving way out of Ranboo’s line of sight. He took one look at the metal claws all but crushing the thin metal rain and started to step back in fear, already fully aware of what was coming. Climbing along the carts like monkey bars, Monty’s figure emerged from the darkness on one wall, his gaze fixed on Ranboo as he rapidly made his way inside.

“Aaand I spoke too soon. Of course.”

Monty jumped off of one of the carts to land on the catwalk in front of Ranboo, tipping his sunglasses down low enough to wink at him as the aftershocks of his landing rippled through the metal catwalk. “Rock and roll!”

“That’s my cue to run!” Ranboo turned and ran with a terrified shout, hearing Monty charge after him without missing a beat.

Knowing that there really was nowhere to hide in such an interconnected maze, Ranboo decided to just try his luck with the guns jutting off the path. He steered himself towards the nearest one, before glancing back over his shoulder to see Monty jumping through the air to land right behind him.

The vibrations from Monty’s landing sent waves through the metal underneath Ranboo’s feet, the shakes bad enough that it managed to topple him over as he tried to run away. He barely caught himself with his hands as the catwalk continued to shift and sway under him from Monty’s approaching steps, trying to get back up to his feet only to fall again as another step sent another ripple through the walkway.

“You can’t outrun me!”

Ranboo rolled over onto his back as Monty was close enough to loom over him, frantically scrambling backwards on his elbows to put any amount of distance between himself and the animatronic. Monty only laughed, one clawed hand grabbing his ankle and yanking him back down the catwalk so he was situated right between Monty’s legs.

“Got ya.”

Monty swiped down at his face with his other hand—claws bared, giving him only enough time to turn his head but not get out of the way of the strike. Two claws landed against his cheek, lines of searing pain left in their wake as Monty reared back to claw at him again. Blinking away the tears forming from the pain, Ranboo managed to fully roll out of the way of the next strike, opting to then slide on his back all the way through Monty’s legs to end up on the other side of him. He quickly got to his feet as Monty awkwardly tried to turn around, sprinting down the catwalk and occasionally looking back over his shoulder to observe the growing distance between them.

“Dude, this sucks!” Ranboo grumbled, ducking down a little by one of the gun spots as Monty seemed to have finally lost track of him for the time being. “This is literally the worst! I can’t have a moment of peace.”

Peeking up over the railing to make sure Monty was distracted, Ranboo slowly stood up and grabbed the handle on the gun, aiming it towards the big target and firing off all ten shots that it had.

“Hey kid, come on out! We're only tryin' to help.” Monty called as Ranboo dropped to the floor to get out of sight, grinning wide.

“Now I know that's not true.” He mumbled, seeing Monty pacing on a catwalk all the way on the other side.

Ducking around a nearby corner in the catwalks, Ranboo jogged towards the next nearest gun half-hunched over in an attempt to either be out of sight or too fast for Monty so he could further fill up the meter next to the target. He was careful, running between guns as he felt the metal beneath him shake from every time Monty jumped from place to place trying to find him—luckily to no avail, so far—as he fired off shot after shot at the big target.

“I will find you.” Monty called threateningly, Ranboo scoffing quietly.

“Considering that all these paths are connected, that is not something to brag about.”

As the tenth shot was fired from the last gun he could find and it deactivated, Ranboo glanced up to see that the meter by the target was full—meaning he could tip over the bucket above the stage. His steps were loud and uneven as he then raced towards the bucket, spotting the panel and trying to increase his pace even the slightest bit to reach it before Monty showed back up. Rounding a final turn, he was about to continue his charge forward when a flash of dirty, green metal from beside the catwalk had him skidding to a stop just in time as the catwalk shook and swayed heavily as Monty landed right in front of his face, the metal waving and bending under Ranboo’s feet to the point it almost knocked him over again. “You're in trouble now!”

“AHH!! No!!” He barely managed to stay upright as he screamed, moving to turn around and bolt back the way he came in the moment Monty needed to regain his balance. “Not like this! Not when I’m so close!”

“Where’re you goin’?” Monty’s voice was mocking as he grabbed Ranboo by the shoulder, yanking him back before he could make it even a few steps away. “Don't be scared.”

“I think I have the right to be scared! I mean, have you seen yourself lately?” Ranboo chuckled awkwardly as he tried to pull away, only for the animatronic to growl and use his free hand to wrap around his throat. “Whoa—!”

NOT AGAIN!

“Game over, kid.” Monty effortlessly yanked Ranboo off his feet, hoisting him over the edge of the nearby railing to let him hang freely in the air. Ranboo tried not to look down, knowing it was nothing but a straight drop down to the golf course below. Not entirely unprepared, he used both of his hands to grip onto Monty’s arm and tried to give himself at least a little extra room, but Monty’s unrelenting grip continued to crush harder into his windpipe. His legs flailed uselessly underneath him, only serving to occasionally smack against the metal railing and allowing jolts of pain to spread up his shins from the impact.

Ranboo could feel the oncoming unconsciousness, desperately trying to gasp for air before Monty suddenly started laughing and hauled him back over the edge. Confusion spread first, before giving way to panic as Monty launched him down the catwalk and he collided hard with the metal grates. His already empty lungs lost what little air they had left, his vision exploding with spiraling white shapes that threatened to not fade as he coughed and sputtered. He heard Monty approaching him again before he could see anything, all of the animatronic’s steps slow and deliberate—as if stalking after him.

Tears blurred his vision even as it began to clear, him scrambling backwards as fast as he could to try and keep some distance between him and Monty before he felt his back collide with more railings. “Well—! This is—! Not good—!”

His attempt to use the railing for support to get back on his feet had the metal creaking, his eyes widening as he felt it give way beneath his weight without any warning. A shallow breath caught in his throat as he began falling, dazed hands shooting out in every direction to try and catch onto something—anything—so he wouldn’t plummet to what he assumed would be his death at the hands of the mini golf course below. He was nearly eye level with the catwalk when one of his hands managed to grab hold of the broken railing beside him, the metal groaning and shifting but this time holding his weight as he was now dangling off the side. He heard Monty laugh and his retreating footsteps as he tried to get himself breathing again.

He must assume I fell off… I need to get up and get him with the bucket while he’s here.

Payback time, you stupid loser gator.

He managed to ignore his racing heart as he swung himself so he could grab onto the edge of the catwalk with his free hand, before then letting go of the railing and throwing his other arm up onto it as well. He heard Monty stop as he huffed, pushing with strained arms to get even the smallest portion of his body onto the catwalk and prevent him from falling. He made eye contact with Monty as he finally heaved a deeper breath and threw his torso up onto the catwalk, a smirk forming as he slowly dragged his body back up and out of the immediate danger below. Both of his hands were bleeding as he dug his fingers into grate holes to get a better grip to pull himself up, the places that were rubbed raw in the daycare finally splitting open and leaving bloody handprints below him as he clambered back up to his feet. Monty seemed surprised, and the two stared each other down before Ranboo realized Monty was positioned perfectly below the bucket and he was standing right beside the button.

A relieved laugh escaped him as he hovered a hand over the button, grinning at Monty as he finally activated the bucket and heard it begin to tip over. “See you later, alligator.”

The bucket tipped over in one smooth motion, spilling multicolored golf balls everywhere as Monty turned and looked up at it. The bucket was heavy enough that it crushed Monty’s snout as he grappled to push it off upon impact, the bucket teetering out of its spot and denting the metal railing beside Monty. The catwalk quickly gave way with a metallic screech, a half-crushed Monty slipping and falling through the broken floor with the now loose bucket and balls. He roared one final time before landing on the stage, casing shattered and pink sunglasses gone from his shorted out eyes.

“...I can’t believe I just said that with a straight face.” Ranboo mumbled, embarrassed, hiding his face in his still bloody hands as he peeked through his fingers to see Monty’s mangled body on the stage below. “I thought when I finally got him decommissioned it would be all cool and badass, but I really think I missed the mark for that one, at least as far as one-liners go. I’ve gotta get better at that.”

Exhausted and out of immediate danger, Ranboo glanced around only to realize he had absolutely no idea how he was supposed to get down.

“...dammit.”

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yellowhearther0 · 3 years

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posts abt ppl complaining and genuinely upset (which is valid ofc) that every1 is against tommy, tubbo, and ranboo (whom of which are all children and have arguably been put in the worst situations of every1 on the server) and how that truly isn't fair because [insert really well written essay here] (/rp) showing up on my dash:

me, who literally just wants to vibe:

#PLEAS EDFGHJKLKJHGFDS #I saw one of them and just instantly started shaking like man jhgfds not b like im highkey uncomfortable with the energy we've created in-#- the studio but. u know.#like i get it!!! i understand!!! it should totally be said bc they're /right/#but also #that shit do me like 'hh' bc they're taking it so seriously for a block rp #which again is perfectly fine!!!!! im not trying to say its not!!!!#its just that i myself dont really enjoy it lol #and i dont wanna sound like a dick for bing like 'i dont really like hearing it'#bc for me its like 'i use this content as escapism and i prefer to keep away from analysis bc it makes me sad/upset'#not 'ur right but i dont want to hear it bc i wanna bash tommy/defend niki/ etc etc (/rp)'#h #man i hate having opinions lmaoooo #this just turned into a whole vent huh lol #tw vent #basically tldr: i would like to consume content without constantly shaking in discomfort tyvm #please keep in mind that like. im just rambling lol so #/nm /lh

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real-jane · 2 years

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nftn (bonus): the girl

(bucky barnes x female!reader, shield)

summary: what happens after bucky meets *the girl.*

warnings: bucky only has one foot in reality, is v dramatic as per usual

word count: 1,681

a/n: the first in a series of BONUS baby companion pieces to ‘nostalgia for the new’! this is the direct aftermath of the first instance that Bucky meets reader, as described by Sam in his toast in part 10. :) (i just keep getting ideas for little things to add to nftn, so at this rate it may never officially end lol.)

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The stainless steel elevator doors had horizontal scratch marks not waist high, from agents in too much of a hurry to wait for them to slide fully open. The grating at the base was worn flat in a way that any metal that wasn’t vibranium did. Each illuminated button glowed extra bright the moment it was summoned to an upper floor, and then dimmed with a settled flicker until the lift reached its destination–and for a split-second, they all glowed. The red number above the door hovered there until the doors closed again, regardless of whether or not the elevator gained an occupant.

The tinny ding made Bucky wince. Floor six. He tugged on his earlobe, but the metallic bell hung on a frequency that had him wondering for a moment if he was going to pass out, a piercing thing. He popped his jaw, but it sat there, right behind his ear canal.

He scooted to the corner to make room for one person to join him from the sixth floor. His fellow rider had cherry red sneakers with mesh across the toes, and the laces were twisted by someone in haste. The wearer wore white tube socks, pulled up–like someone who gets frequent shin splints. Like Sam. Bucky looked up.

When did Sam’s face have real definition to it? Hadn’t Sam Wilson always been a faint blur at his side, someone who tolerated him, but never seemed quite corporeal? He had a quizzical brow. His lips were moving, and Bucky watched without listening to what they said, exactly. Sam patted his cheek. Hard.

“Hello?” Sam’s voice reverberated in the otherwise empty elevator. Bucky blinked.

“Yeah. Yep.” He shook his head to bring back the cloudiness which dimmed his whole world to a faintly fogged-over grayscale. Try as he might…

Bucky Barnes was awake. Fully. Maybe for the first time.

He looked at Sam, really peered at him.

“Where did you just come from?” Sam’s phone was in his hand, screen unlocked like he was about to take action of some kind.

“A, uh… a girl–” Bucky stopped. “Sam. I… shit.”

Sam shook his head. “Oh. A girl? Do go on.”

“No, it’s just–I slept on eight. In the hallway.”

“...Last night?”

“Yeah.” Bucky’s gaze slid to the button with an eight printed on it, worn where the two circles joined from thousands of presses. The number became nonsense the longer he stared at it. Circles, adjoining, turning on their side, becoming corneas, then irises–hers–and then spinning records on an endless turntable, and then–

“Are you good good, or should I be worried?”

Bucky’s attention bungeed back to the world of acute knowingness, where the scratches in the elevator doors were obvious and Sam wore red sneakers, and there was a girl and... Bucky grabbed Sam’s shoulders, looked him dead in the eye without daring to blink, and quieted his racing heart.

“There’s a doll–girl. On eight. Listens to swing music.”

Sam twisted his mouth in that way where he was trying not to poke fun at something Bucky was saying. Something he did a lot. Right? Bucky had always noticed it but never really clocked it for what it was. But then, Wilson smiled a little. He raised an eyebrow.

“A girl, huh?”

Bucky nodded. “Yeah. She likes my music.”

“How did you discover this?”

“I heard it really late last night through the vents,” Bucky remembered. It had been so clear… “So. I followed it to eight, and I sat down next to her door–”

“Because knocking would’ve been creepy as hell.”

“Right.”

“So, you… fell asleep.��

“Yes. She found me just now.”

“That’s embarrassing.” Sam shook him off as the elevator retreated for the smaller numbered floors once again, having crested in the penthouse but not received a Stark as payment for its journey there.

“Yeah,” Bucky breathed. He rucked his cuffs up to his elbows, as if part of his embarrassment was being seen in long sleeves.

“Was she cute?”

The man, who had spent seven decades in service of an organization who routinely wiped his short term memory with thousands of volts of electricity, recalled her face clearer than he had ever seen anything in his life. Clearer than his own face in a mirror, clearer than Sam’s worried and amused and slightly judgmental expression. Bucky tried and failed to bite back a rush of embarrassment, toeing at the faux marbled-linoleum tile.

“Cute. Yeah.” If ‘cute’ were a sufficient way to describe the first flame of warmth after a lifetime of being numb, then yes. She was cute. Cute like a bolt of lightning.

“That’s good, man. You met a girl.”

Bucky’s head snapped up. He looked at Sam in panic. “I… I did.”

“What else do you know about her?”

“Um. She’s spec ops. Her name… shit.” Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose. “257. Agent 257.”

Sam practically gasped. “Your mystery girl is Y/n? Buck–that is some girl, man.”

“...is that a good thing?”

His friend… no, his primary best friend, really (when Steve Rogers wasn’t around, and Bucky had any amount of lucidity), let out a long breath. “That is a very good thing. I know her pretty well.”

Bucky reached over without looking and pressed the button to stop the elevator, making the emergency break deploy. The elevator abruptly halted just below the fifth floor. Immediately, the pleasant voice of FRIDAY began instructing both men not to panic, but the Falcon muted the speaker.

Sam crossed his arms and waited.

Bucky ran his hands over his face, and turned in three full circles, before bracing his hands on his knees to find the words to say what was going on inside his chest right about then.

“Please tell me more.”

Sam was quiet, but he smiled. He clasped Bucky’s shoulder. He squeezed. Hard. “Man. I… yeah. What do you wanna know?”

“Everything.”

***

Neither Bucky or Sam went to the gym that day, for the first day in a long time. Instead, the recovering Winter Soldier could be seen for several hours in the morning sitting on a bench at the curve of the path around the compound’s pond that was least obscured by trees, next to a man who might one day inherit an Avenger’s title. Bucky was silent, while his companion shared all that he knew about a girl–a woman, Sam reminded him–who lived on the eighth floor. It wasn’t hope that strangled him, listening to the other man describe the woman with whom he had shared a short elevator ride, but… awareness. He had been floating through the walls, hovering always on a distant plane with no real ground below him. Until now.

Now, the world was wider, and the woman was in it, too. He had to see her again. Just to know that his memory was accurate and reliable.

A long time passed, just sharing a bench with Sam. Bucky didn’t want to stand up, for fear that it would all fade away, but… “If it’s of any interest to you, she’s single,” Sam said gently.

Bucky folded in half, practically, leaning on his knees. He covered his mouth with both hands like he didn’t trust himself unmuzzled. He glanced at Sam, who was smirking and sitting back, arms crossed.

“Just saying.”

Bucky stammered. “I’m not–that’s not–”

“Mhm,” Sam snorted. “But if you were, and it was…”

“Wanna finish that?”

“I’m gonna let you do that, buddy. But… if you want my opinion?”

Bucky nodded once.

“Get yourself a woman like that, and you’ll be set. For life.”

“It’s not like that,” Bucky said, but he chewed the words like he didn’t want them to be true. God. Who was he to be thinking like that, anyway? One night and he was letting some woman get to him…

For once, when he closed his eyes, the image that greeted him wasn’t the terrifying stranglehold of darkness. The space behind his eyelids was peaceful. His mind’s eye was burnished orange from the sunshine, and one little trumpet lick tumbled lip-over-bell between his grey matter… Benny, of course.

Bucky was back there in his mind, at her door again. And she turned over her shoulder just as he woke in surprise, over and over again. He saw her for the first time, a million times. She was a story he told himself, like he used to tell his Ma about a film he had seen for a nickel.

She looked at me and I surfaced, Ma. I saw her and she wasn’t like Carole Lombard behind a vaseline-coated lens, all glowing and lit to perfection–meant to be looked at, but only admired from afar.

She saw me, too. Nobody sees me.

“Gotta gimme something here,” Sam said, nudging his shoulder. Bucky looked at him. He nodded. Sam nodded, and thumbed down the path from whence they had come several hours prior.

His legs were made of lead, but Bucky kept up. “I don’t know,” he finally admitted.

“She happens to eat lunch around noon in the community caf every day. Should you like to run into her again.”

“Is that a good idea?” Bucky’s throat was trying to close in on itself.

Sam shrugged. “Worth a try.”

“...how?”

“How, like... how do you talk to a woman?" Bucky's silence was enough to make Sam wince. "I haven’t had enough caffeine for this… lemme buy you a cup of coffee in said caf, and we’ll talk strategy.”

“That coffee is free.”

“If you don’t want the coffee–”

“No, no,” Bucky said quickly, near panic, “I want the coffee. I would like the coffee, thank you.”

Sam shook with laughter. “I thought you might.”

It would take a long time before Bucky could reconcile how he came to that particular moment–how the world conspired to put him at the door of a woman who owned a little piece of his distant life. How he could be so fortunate, after everything, that she–the doll, the girl… the woman…

was You.

***

other drabbles in the nftn universe:

if this is all we have

after prague

what happened in paris

the heir

birds

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#bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky x female reader #bucky x y/n #nostalgia for the new #nostalgia for the new by realjane

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lilysdaydreams · 3 years

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Praise Bingus (No fucking way)

→ I do not claim to know corpse- therefore please don't think that this is what he would actually act like, or that any details about his life are actually true. this is fiction.

→ Pairing: Corpse Husband X Fem!Reader

→ Genre: Angst and fluff. (FLUFF IS COMING I SWEAR)

→ Words: 3.9k

→ In a world where everyone is born with a mark on their wrist, two souls come together over the power of bingus.

→ (this isnt crack lol)

→ Warnings: Lots of swearing, um self-depreciation? rejection (kinda) and negative thoughts overall. Sorry im new to warnings.

→ Authors Note: this is the first time im doing like angst so please tell me if I did well? Um also, I’ve already started on the part 2 so keep your eyes out for that. If you wanna be tagged for part two please comment and lemme know. Also check out my other fics if you want!

→ Buy me a coffee

Part two →

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Soulmates were a phenomenon. They'd been there for ages, drawn into the Egyptian tomb paintings, seen in the cave paintings from millions of years ago, talked about in stories passed down from generation to generation. They could be matching drawings, first words, names; all black before the soulmates met and turning gold the moment they talked to each other. There wasn't a scientist in the world who could explain the phenomenon.

You'd received your mark at birth just like everyone else, a sentence running around your wrist,

"No fucking way."

Your parents weren't that happy when you asked at the age of 4 what "fucking" meant but it wasn't that bad. You were happy that you had something unique, something other than the "Hi," or "Excuse me," that was on every other arm.

When you were 13, a little girl on the train pointed to your wrist and asked her mom what it meant. Ever since then, you'd taken to wearing bracelets over it. This had turned out to be a good idea because a few years later you started making Youtube videos. At the age of 16, you started a Youtube channel where you focused on a variety of things; makeup, fashion, games, art, skits and a whole lot more.

At the age of 20, you had a steady following of a little more than a million subscribers, and you had moved to LA to be closer to all your Youtube friends. You hadn't just grown on Youtube, you'd also started a lot of side projects. You were known for the art that you did on the side, along with the makeup palette you'd come out with a year ago. Soon you were planning to release a merch collection, one that you had been working on for a whole year now.

You hadn't met your soulmate at this point but honestly, you didn't really mind. Balancing Youtube and study (along with all your other side projects) was hard. There was no need to add the struggle of love into it... Or that's what you told yourself anyways.

There were days though, days where you wished you had someone to hug, someone to cuddle in bed with, someone to go on long walks with. You didn't let yourself wallow on it that long though. Crying about it was gonna do absolutely nothing.

It started on a rainy day. The story of you and him. You were editing your soon to be uploaded video, an e-girl outfits lookbook, which had been requested by your followers. Your personal style was all over the place and your previous soft girl and cottage care look books had done well, so you decided to continue the series.

You eyes blurred as you looked at the same point of the video, and you sighed, removing your glasses and rubbing your eyes. Your editor was sick and had let you know that they wouldn't be able to edit it by the deadline so here you were, editing it yourself. You stretched in your chair letting out a yawn. You were contemplating on whether to make coffee or not when your phone pinged.

"Nooooo" you whined when you noticed it was on the coffee table that was just a little out of your reach. Stretching your foot out, you tried to grab it between your toes and then sighed when the phone fell.

"I have zero luck, I swear" you muttered to yourself, bending to pick up the phone.

The text was from Rae, asking you to join a game of Among Us. You and Rae had been friends for a bit now, which all started when she came across your art and decided to order something from you. You had chatted and clicked immediately, immediately becoming fast friends. Ever since the lockdown started, she often asked you to join in on Among us games and your friendship had really grown over these past few months.

You sent a quick "sure!" and then went to your table, waiting for the PC to turn on. Quickly tweeting out that you were streaming, you opened up Youtube and turned on the stream, saying a quick hello and letting them know what you'd be doing.

"Rae just invited me guys, I don't really know who's there," you mumbled, replying to a comment asking you who you were playing with.

You squinted your eyes, joining the voice chat and then opening your phone camera to quickly check that you didn't look horrible. Sure you didn't really care about how you looked but it was always good to check that you didn't have anything stuck between your teeth before you turned on the camera.

There was already a conversation going on, between who you thought was Corpse and Sykkuno, judging by their voices.

"Yeah I could totally do that. Get a cat and name it Bingus. I wonder if th-"

You gasped when you heard what they were talking about and unmuted yourself immediately yelling "PRAISE LORD BINGUS" and effectively shocking everyone in the chat.

A moment of silence and then Rae yelled: "OH MY FUCKING GOD Y/N, YOU SCARED THE CRAP OUT OF ME."

You giggled as everyone groaned and whined, saying hi as they realised who it was. You had played with Sykkuno and the others a few times before but you'd never met Corpse before. You'd heard his voice though, as he was trending on twitter constantly over the past few weeks. Once they all quietened down, you realised Corpse hadn't said anything. Since you knew everyone else in the lobby, you introduced yourself, wondering if you'd scared him a bit too hard.

"Hey Corpse, I'm Y/N from Y/C/N, its so nice to finally meet you," you said gritting your teeth at you awkward introduction. For a second there was no response and then three words were said that made your jaw drop to the floor.

"No fucking way"

He had whispered it, obviously still in shock, and your eyes widened in surprise as a tingle spread all over your body. So this was what everyone meant by "you'll just know," when you asked them about how you would recognize your soulmate.

"Holy shit" you thought frozen in your seat.

Never had you been more glad that you hadn't turned the camera on yet.

"Uhhhh-" you started, but stopped now knowing what to say.

What the fuck were you supposed to do now.

"Wha- Whats wrong?" Rae asked after a moment passed.

Corpse cleared his throat and started "Its um, shes my -" and you cut him off, heart beating in your chest.

"Nothing. Its nothing." you said talking over him. "Who else are we waiting for Rae?" you asked joining the lobby quickly and choosing red as your colour.

"Uh one more person," she said slowly, still a bit confused.

"Oh awesome!" you said fake enthusiasm prevalent in your voice. "So Sykkuno," you started, wanting to keep the conversation going. "How's Bimbus doing?"

Sykkuno launched into a story of Bimbus and you blew out a sigh of relief, mind still numb over the revelation.

Corpse was your soulmate.

The guy who had literally went viral the past few weeks was your soulmate.

You'd finally found him.

You heard Rae cut Sykkuno off, telling everyone she was starting the game and muttered a "Thank god" when the words "CREWMATE" appeared on your screen. You would not have been able to play imposter at the moment, your mind pretty much stuck on the fact that Corpse was your fucking soulmate.

Heading down to admin, you realised you hadn't said anything yet to the stream so you quickly turned on your cam, saying a quick sorry to the viewers.

"Sorry guys, I forgot to put the camera on," you smiled focusing on card swipe.

"I hope everyone's been okay, I know this was quite sudden, but Rae invited me and I was like why not you know," you said rambling as you moved to comms and did the task there.

Lights were called and you moved to electrical, arriving there just as Leslie fixed them. You moved into the back of electrical doing the three tasks you had there when Sykkuno suddenly came in and went straight to standing on top of the vent.

You giggled already knowing his trick.

"Okay guys," you mumbled watching Sykkuno wiggle on the vent. "do we trust Sykkuno or not?"

"You know what," you said making a split second decision. "Its the first game, we might as well."

Joining him on the vent, you stilled for a second and then breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't automatically kill you.

"See, what did I tell you guys huh?" you question smiling straight at the camera. "I knew Sykkuno could be trusted."

You decided to follow Sykkuno going into reactor with him and starting 'Simon says' and just as you were on the last part, a body was found making you let a whine out.

"Guysss," you whined to the camera as Rae started talking about how she had found Daves body in admin.

"Um, I havent been in admin since the start of the game," you said, "also I can clear Sykkuno, for the last part of the round, he's been with me since lights went out."

Sykkuno confirmed it, "Yup that's right, also I can hard clear Y/N cuz guess what? She stood on the vent with me and none of us died."

Everyone chuckled as he said "Thats good enough for me."

"Uh, I was in navigation mostly." said Lily.

"Poki, can I just ask what you were doing?" said Sean, an undercurrent of mirth present.

"Me?" asked Poki speaking for the first time. "What was I doing?"

"You weren't doing any tasks, you were literally just walking from one side of medbay to the other when I peeked in."

Poki started laughing, trying to get her words out at the same time.

"Okay so-" a giggle. "okay okay- I was just, I was trying to um do the beep test," she said finally breaking down and making everyone else laugh as well.

"What the fuck?" you said, laughing at the image in your mind.

"My chat told me to do it last game so I decided to do it now, I was literally just playing around," she said finally, adding "I swear I'm not imposter" at the end.

"Hmmm," you hummed, bringing a hand up to stroke your chin. "Are you sure it was last game Poki... hm...."

Giggling at Poki indignant "YES it was last game", you quickly skipped voting like everyone else as the timer went into the last ten seconds.

Humming a tune under your breath, you went back to reactor, taking a minute to carefully do Simon says and then moved to the other task counting out one two three as you pressed on the numbers. Humming, you moved out of reactor, only to come face to face with Corpse. You paused for a second, and then moved ahead, refusing to show anything on camera. For some reason he followed you as you went to storage, looking at you while you did the trash.

"Why is he just staring?" you mumbled, biting your lip. God, you really didn't wanna think of him right now. You started walking to shields, him still walking with you when lights were called and not a second later a body was reported.

Suddenly there was screaming your ears as Toast and Rae both started accusing each other.

"Wait- Wait WAIT" yelled Poki trying to get them to stop. "What happened?"

"I'll explain" declared Rae, not letting toast get a word in. "We were in navigation okay, me, Toast and Leslie. Lights went out, and suddenly a report buttons there. It's either Toast or someone came in just as lights went out and killed but that doesn't seem likely because I didn't see anyone anywhere near us at all. Anyways I'm fucking telling the truth guys, its Toast, he's the one who did it."

"Toast, do you have anything to say for yourself?" asked Corpse, his voice making your insides shiver.

"Holy shit, this is my soulmate", you thought for the fiftieth time.

"Uh yeah," replied toast. "I didn't do it."

Everyone laughed as he continued.

"Like seriously, I wouldn't do anything like this because it'd be a stupid move from my own part, and I think Raes smart enough to not do this as well. I think someone else came in just as lights went down and killed immediately, which to be honest, was pretty smart of them."

"Okay so I can clear Corpse," you cut in noticing the timer was close. "he was with me in weapons when it happened, he wouldn't have had time to go all the way up, or even vent there because we were literally walking in."

"Yup that's right," confirmed corpse.

"I'm in cafeteria" said Poki.

"Yeah, I saw her on my way to weapons," said Sykkuno, "and I'm in weapons right now,"

"I'm in lower engine" said Sean, and Lily said she was in reactor.

"I think it's Toast," you mumbled and then rose your voice to talk over everyone. "Look okay fine, maybe he said it was a stupid move and he wouldn't do it but maybe he did it for that exact reason. He thought he could get away with it because no one would expect him to do something like that."

As the timer started going down by 10, you voted for Toast and it turned out 3 had skipped the vote while five had voted for him.

damn.

"Guys you actually voted for him?" you said in a high voice, re-enacting one of Sykkunos most said lines.

You heard a "oh for gods sake" from Rae before everyone went silent and you giggled as you moved back down to weapons to do your tasks.

You finished all your tasks and decided to go to security to check where everyone is. Humming as you moved through the electrical hallway, you narrowed your eyes as Corpse came out of electrical and went towards storage. Quickly ducking in you didn't see a body so you headed back out, going into cams and gasping as you saw the body. Reporting immediately you were shocked to see the four kills that had happened. Now only you, Corpse, Sean and Rae were left.

"Oh my god," you mumbled confused. Either there were still two imposters, and Toast wasn't the imposter or the imposter literally killed and did nothing else. Now either that could mean that its definitely Rae if Toast wasn't the imposter, or that it was Corpse as the only imposter left. That was a bit weird though becuase he could have totally killed you at the start of the game. You didn't suspect Sean at all.

"What the fuck?" mumbled Corpse, and Rae made her animal noises expressing her shock.

"Okay," you said taking charge and relaying the kill and your theory to everyone. "So either it was Toast and there's only one other imposter, who is Corpse. Or Toast wasn't an imposter and there's two of them left. I-" you took a deep breath in at the end, very confused. " I don't know anymore,"

"I think its Corpse as well,"

Corpse who hadn't said anything up till this moment suddenly started stammering out "hey-hey uh let-lets not gang up on me okay. It's not-"

"No, wait, its because Y/N said you came out of electrical right, and I saw you in upper engine literally a bit ago and you went down. I went towards cafeteria so I don't know exactly where you went but its totally possible that you killed."

You voted form him after that, convinced it was Corpse, and the other followed quickly.

"Guys what the fuck, at least give me a chance to explain my self" he whined when his body was thrown off the ship seconds later. You cheered when the "VICTORY" sign was displayed across the screen, bringing up your chat and laughing at Toast as he pretended to be angry at me.

"That was a great round, good work Y/N"

"Thankyou" you mumbled staring at your chat. You were confused when you saw the absolute influx of messages on there, and you were barely able to read them because they were going so fast. You scrolled up, and read through the few of the messages;

"You've made corpse sad."

"Corpse has literally been so quite since you came in, can you leave."

"Omg stop with the hate messages, its not her fault if corpse isn't talking to you"

"are you his ex or something? What was that reaction at the start?"

"what did you do? Corpse literally hasn't said a word since you came in."

"Um..."

Corpse POV

Corpses heart stopped for a minute, his breath catching. The words on his wrist glowed gold, and he stared at the little red character standing there.

This person was the reason that he had "PRAISE BINGUS" stretched across his wrist.

They were the only reason that he had searched "Bingus" on google for all of his life. The only reason Corpse knew about the meme before anyone else was because he was constantly monitoring the word online. Ever since March, he had been waiting with bated breath, anxious that he could meet his soulmate at any moment. and here you were.

For some reason, he had never expected that he would meet you in among us, or while he was on stream. He always thought it'd be someone outside. It was a bit stupid in hindsight as all he did nowadays was play among us.

He heard you introduce yourself to him but the only thing that came out of his mouth was “No fucking way”.

Immediately after he wanted to slap himself.

“Idiot” he thought to himself. “At least try to make a good impression.”

When Rae asked what was wrong, heat sprung to his cheeks as he started revealing that they were soulmates, but Y/N cut him off, saying that it was nothing.

Corpse’s heart sank a little then.

'Maybe she’s just a private person,' he reasoned with himself.

'I shouldn’t have tried to say it on stream either. God, I’m a fucking idiot, if I said it, literally everyone would know and not only would I have hated the attention, she probabaly would have as well.'

Convincing himself that she was right, he reassured himself that it wasn’t because of him. She wasn’t revealing it because she probably didn't want all the attention.

For some reason though, his heart sank even more when Y/N didnt talk to him, instead talking to sykkuno about his dog. Like sure he could understand not wanting to reveal they were soulmates but shouldn’t she at least wanna talk to him? At this point he wouldn’t even mind if she talked about his voice like everyone else.

He groaned when the word "Imposter" came across his screen, his and Toasts character standing together. He was not in the right mindset right now to be able to be a good imposter. Breathing in deeply he continued in the game, with the first round passing by quick. The second round, he saw Y/N and stood with her for a bit wondering if he should kill her. Her red character moved to weapons and he sighed moving the mouse over the kill button. Just as he was thinking of clicking a body was found. Corpse swore as Toast flew off the ship. Deciding he needed to speed it up he killed four people in the round, hissing when the meeting was called. The moment Y/N accused him, he knew it was over. He didn't even bother defending himself much, just hoping the game would end soon.

When they were in the lobby, he quickly told everyone that he was going to leave because his internet was acting up. Turning off the stream after saying a quick thank you to everyone, he leaned back in his seat breathing through his nose.

What the fuck was his life.

Even his soulmate didnt want him. Honestly, he should have expected this. Abandoned at 12 with no one around him, why did his expect his soulmate to even give a fuck about him. Tears pricked his eyes and he blinked trying to get rid of them. He breathed in deeply, grabbing the water on the table and taking a big gulp. He had never hated himself more than he did right now. Why couldnt he have an easier life.

“Why cant I just fucking be NORMAL” he yelled throwing the empty bottle of water at the wall.

Throwing himself into bed, he scrunched up his eyes, hoping that sleep would come today, not noticing as his phone lit up with a single message.

Your POV

You stayed for another game and then ducked out apologizing and making an excuse up.

"Sorry it was such a short stream, everyone," you said pouting at the camera. "It was fun though so hopefully I get to do it again." Waving goodbye, you turned off the camera and leaned your head back staring at the ceiling.

What the actual fuck.

Grabbing your phone, you stared at it for a bit. Everything that you had pushed to the back of your mind in the game, was suddenly in the forefront.

The only thing you knew about Corpse was that he had a really deep voice, he narrated horror movies, and he maybe did music?

'Rae mentioned that once right?' you thought to yourself.

You unlocked the phone and then locked it again, too scared to actually do anything.

Unlocked.

Locked.

Unlocked.

Locked.

"Oh get a grip," you muttered to yourself, opening the phone and sending a text to Rae.

‘Hey Rae, do you have corpses number? Do you mind sending it to me, I need to tell him something.’

A reply came in a minute,

‘umm, why. he's pretty private so idk i don't rlly wanna give his number if he doesn't want someone to have it’

You sighed, and decided you might as well tell her. You knew Rae wouldn't betray your trust.

‘He's my soulmate’

Immediately a ‘AHDJHAKJKAGDAK’ came as a reply and you giggled at the string of emojis after it.

‘Don't tell anyone,’ you sent quickly, trying to calm her down.

‘Okay okay, its XXX - XXX - XXXX, ASHAGDH IM DYING OMG. GO TALK TO HIM.’

Biting your lip you added Corpse into your contacts hesitating before putting a small black heart next to his name.

"Already simping," you mumbled under your breath, hands hovering over the keyboard as you struggled to think of what to write.

You finally decided on 'Hey, its Y/N, can I call?' thinking that something short would be the best way to go. Hand hovering over the send button, you sucked in a breath and pressed it, waiting with bated breath.

A minute passed.

And then five.

And then, without you even you realising, it'd been half an hour of you just looking at your phone.

An hour later, you were slumped on your desk, eyes closed and snoring lightly, the phone still open, the message you sent lighting up the screen.

tbc.

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ajwamiju-archives · 2 years

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Birthday Comfort

Warnings: Injury, a lot of swearing, reader getting kinda mad lol, descriptions of falling down the stairs lmao, suggestive, but what do you expect from me?

Characters: Kita Shinsuke, Futakuchi Kenji, Ennoshita Chikara

A/n: So, what a way to turn 18 am I right? I turned 18 like three days ago and everything you will read in each character's section are the things that happened to me a day before my birthday up until a day after (as in, all readers had a bad birthday) (I didn't have hot 2-dimensional men comforting me though, wish I did), just a way for me to vent lmao don't perceive me. The only reason I chose those three characters are bc they're my favourites and I would like to be comforted like that hehe.

Also most definitely not beta read, so I might accidentally write in pronouns or nicknames when I most definitely do not intend to. Might edit later, we'll see.

Kita Shinsuke

"Would'ja like to tell me how ya feel?" Kita asks as he gently inspects your aching foot, pressing gently on points he suspects may be affected.

"Well," you mumble, continuing to watch Kita slowly massage your foot. "I feel as fine as a person who had their birthday yesterday but was sick the day before, was unintentionally left out from their own party the day of, and fell down the stairs the day after. Well, scratch that off my bucket list." You answer with a giggle.

"And why would that even be in yer bucket list?" He asks once more, raising an eyebrow at your response.

"Makin' light of the situation." You answer honestly with a shrug. "It's better than sulkin' the whole day, the very least I can laugh at somethin'."

Kita shakes his head and sighs while his lips twitch up in amusement. He continues to check your foot before gently placing ice on the bruising areas. "It's good that ye're tryna find somethin' positive in this situation." He says.

"I'll take it as a reminder of how shitty adult life will be." You huff as you lay back down on the bed. "Reality check, I suppose."

Your boyfriend, bless his heart, laughs at that, going up to check at the places you hit during your small tumble down the stairs. "I've was 18 a year and a half ago, adult life ain't so bad."

"Ooh buddy, ya don't know what's comin' for ya. I'd know, I've seen shit I shouldn't be seein' when I was younger."

"How did that even happen?"

"... Did ya seriously forget the internet is a thing? I mean, I know ya don't use it much but ya do know what sorta shit is in there, right?"

Kita continues to patiently treat your blooming bruises while listening to you rant about what you've seen throughout your whole life, grimacing when you mention things that even he thinks he shouldn't know and chuckling at things he finds amusing.

"... And that's how I found out that fuckin' two girls one cup ain't about two girls sharin' a fuckin' cup of juice. I was 13, Shinsuke, fuckin' 13!" You end as Kita finally finishes tending to you.

"Ya've seen a lot, huh?"

"And ya've heard a lot, so I dunno how in the fuck ye're still as sane as ya are."

"Ya wouldn't have anyone to tell these weird things to if I backed out though."

You hum as you finally pull Kita onto the bed and rest your cheek on his chest, slinging your good leg over his legs, clinging to him like a koala. "Yeah, and I really love ya for that y'know? I mean, I love just about every single thing about ya but ya listenin' to the weird shit I talk about is one of 'em."

"I know, and I love hearin' ya talk about those weird shit too."

"I also really love it when ya break my back--"

"Okay, as much as I like what ye're insinuatin', let's not go there for now, ye're injured."

Even if he did say that, Kita can't help but smile almost blindingly when he hears your little giggles and small "I'm just teasin'" in between the giggles.

Futakuchi Kenji

"I don't know if I should laugh or be sorry for you." Futakuchi says as he follows behind you, making your way to class with crutches. "I mean, imagine! Breaking your ankle for gour birthday! God must really be pissed at you."

"Laugh at me with pity, or whatever." You grumble, ignoring the stares of passing students.

And Futakuchi does exactly that, he laughs at your misery though you can somehow hear a hint of pity in it. Or maybe that's just you desperately hoping that your boyfriend can be anything other than a menace to society.

"So, that means I have to be gentle with you now?" Futakuchi asks with a teasing smirk.

"If I didn't love you, I would've socked you square in the fucking face by now." You mutter, trying to speed up even with the crutches.

"Aw, but your foot's broken, doubt you'll even be able to do much like this." Futakuchi teases, easily keeping up with your pace.

"For the record, I twisted my ankle, my foot isn't fucking broken. Secondly," you trail off as you stop in front of Futakuchi, who's looking at you quizzically. "That doesn't mean I can't find other ways to keep you in line."

As you finished saying that, you hit your boyfriend's shin semi-hard with one of your cruches before quickly leaving him to go to your class. You peek your head out to see Futakuchi pouting at you in the distance, clutching his shin which you're sure doesn't actually hurt that much.

You giggle and make a heart with your thumb and middle finger. "Love you! See you at lunch!"

He responds with the same thumb-middle finger heart combo and an uncharacteristically soft smile. "If you're late to lunch because of your stupid broken leg, I'm stealing your fucking crutches."

"Yeah, you do that and you're carrying me everywhere, and you're not allowed to touch me outside of carrying me."

"You hell-spawn of a human being."

"Love you too!"

Ennoshita Chikara

"Are you sure you don't need help?" Ennoshita asks as he checks on you after helping you down the stairs.

"Chikara, there aren't any stairs to the gym from this point forward. I'm in cruches, not in a wheelchair." You huff as you start to walk away to the gym, where you'd hang out by watching the boy's volleyball club practise.

"There are three steps up to the gym! And how are you going to dodge any stray balls? What if you fall off the steps again?" He fusses as he follows you to the gym.

Valid concerns, but you're stubborn and Chikara promised to take you out a few days after your birthday because you've reserved D-day for your family and the only reason you weren't able to go out on the day after your birthday was because you fell down the stairs which has led you to be in cruches for now.

"I'll be fine, it's not like I broke my leg or anything, I just sprained my ankle." You shrug him off as you slowly make your way to the corridor between the school and the gym. "Nothing could've beat that time you went so hard, I--"

"Let's not... talk about that now. What's more important is you're barely able to balance yourself on these steps! How are you going to dodge stray balls in the gym!"

"I told you, I'll be fine. I've dodged stray balls with an aching knee before, what difference would it make?"

"Well, you weren't exactly in crutches back then..."

Point taken. You can't even argue with that because your sprained ankle feel's far worse than the time you thought you broke your knee cap.

"Fine, so where the hell else am I supposed to wait then? I want to see you play too, y'know?"

"You can watch me from the steps leading up to the gym, but not inside the gym. Dodging balls will be far easier there."

"Then promise me you'll play as near to the door as possible?"

Ennoshita sighs and pats your head as he helps you up the steps, shaking his head with a soft smile. "I will, after that we'll get ice cream as promised."

You let go of your cruches as you sit down and give him small fist pumps, an excited look in your eyes. "Love you! Don't take too long and leave cleaning to mostly Tanaka-san and Nishinoya-san!"

"Love you too, and I would do that if I could. I'll try my best to leave earlier." Ennoshita says, placing a chaste kiss to the top of your head. "Be careful alright, I'll be going to practise now."

You giggle when you hear his teammates teasing him once he steps inside before hearing his (very hot) captain voice he uses on them. You can imagine poor Yachi flinching at the scene, but you're quite sure Tanaka and Nishinoya will be doing a bit more cleaning now.

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egcdeath · 3 years

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checkmate

summary: you’ve always refused to lose, and love was no exception. (gone girl-ish au)

pairing(s): ransom drysdale x dark!reader, a special mystery guest ;)

word count: 3.7k

warnings: 18+ because of heavy themes! faked death, framing of crimes, manipulation, alluding to sex, alluding to cheating, terrible relationship dynamic, very loose usage of the word crazy/psychotic, implied mention of self harm, brief choking & slapping (in a non sexual way lol), pregnancy trapping (idk if thats the right term), the reader is a very bad human being, overuse of italics *please let me know if i’m missing any warnings!

author’s note: this is my 2nd submission for @stargazingfangirl18’s 5k soft dark challenge, i decided to make the reader dark >:) but ransom is also not a good person. I used these prompts: “I’ve waited a long time for this, sweetheart.” & The town golden *girl isn’t as sweet as everyone thinks.

this is definitely the most unhinged thing i’ve ever written, but blame @literate-lamb for making me write this because when i pitched this to her and said that i’d probably never write it, she enabled me.

okay that's enough from me. join my taglist if you want :D

“I know women whose entire personas are woven from a benign mediocrity. Their lives are a list of shortcomings: the unappreciative boyfriend, the extra ten pounds, the dismissive boss, the conniving sister, the straying husband. I've always hovered above their stories, nodding in sympathy and thinking how foolish they are, these women, to let these things happen, how undisciplined. And now to be one of them! One of the women with the endless stories that make people nod sympathetically and think: Poor dumb bitch.” Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

Your whole life, you’d considered yourself a competitive person. Constantly overcompensating for one thing or another, whether it was the chronic desire to achieve perfection that had been installed in you since you were a little girl, or your persistent internalized sense of inadequacy. You realized early on that it was much better for you to win than for you to lose, no matter the physical, emotional, or mental cost of the prize of perfection.

For the most part, this mindset worked out for you. You graduated as Valedictorian from your high school, neared the top of your graduating class at Harvard. God knew you earned it, all those tears you shed into overpriced textbooks, all the popping of unprescribed Adderall, and robbing yourself of the parties and social events that the rest of your peers gladly indulged in.

You were just different, which was why you gained a job nearly immediately after your exit from school, quickly climbing to the top at the Blood Like Wine publishing company after only a few years of being there.

And one night, at the party celebrating the release of A Thousand Knives when you laid your eyes on Hugh Ransom Drysdale, the grandson of your boss, you knew that you needed to have him. Rich, hot, a bit of an asshole. You deserved to finally complete your image, and that socialite flavored eye candy seemed to fit the part perfectly. Luckily for you, he was desperate. It only took a few tugs on your dress’ V-line, and a number of knowing smirks to find yourself being finger-banged in his family manor’s bathroom.

From there, you wormed your way into his life. Leaving belongings at his place as an excuse to come back, and offering booty calls in the middle of the night. Ransom must’ve been much more desperate than you originally thought, as it really only seemed to take one night of stroking his hair while he vented about his family to make him want to be with you. Men with mommy issues were always so easy.

Except, he wasn’t that easy. The longer you got to know Ransom, the more fucked up you realized he really was. He had no boundaries at all, became jealous and enraged at the drop of a pin, and occasionally told you things that made the hairs on your arms rise.

This of course all came to a head after the night of Harlan’s 85th birthday party. When the news broke of his tragic death, you’d immediately known it was the works of your Hugh. If your intuition wasn’t enough, his confession in the shower, where he’d demanded you take off your clothes to display that you were without a bug, certainly was.

You were completely devastated. The man that you’d invested so much into for years had thrown both his and your reputations down the drain in just a matter of hours. Of course, you felt bad for Harlan too. He was a good guy (when he wasn’t instigating a family fight).

Still, you showed up during the funeral in your best mourning clothes and dawning your biggest crocodile tears. You rubbed Linda’s back while she mourned the loss of her father, and the new truth about her husband. You played dumb when interrogated by some Southern private investigator, even giving Ransom an airtight alibi. You testified on his behalf in court with enough conviction to grant you an Emmy.

You’d gotten so far, devoted so much energy into him, that you simply refused to lose now.

To your friends, you’d seemed to lead a near perfect life. Dream job, dreamy boyfriend, dream bank account, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted more, you just didn’t know what.

It dawned on you while sipping mimosas at the country club, Ransom playing tennis with his friends just a few yards away from you while Danielle showed off her brand new engagement ring, a .59 Carat Asscher Diamond, that if you heard her speak of again, would probably make you lose your shit.

You zoned out as she droned on and on about the shape, and how Matt proposed to her in their own private room in one of the most exclusive Parisian restaurants, instead focusing on how you could find yourself in the same position as that airhead next to you. In all honesty, you couldn’t stand the idea that someone was doing better than you, let alone someone in your own social circle. Dani got all the bragging rights of being engaged to the heir of some tech giant, being the first in your friend group to get eloped, and worst of all, Matt wasn’t even making her sign a prenup.

You blankly watched Ransom from afar, taking occasional sips from your sweet drink, while you thought of how you deserved all of that and more, and you were going to get it one way or another.

——

It didn’t take much to come up with something, your first and most obvious plan being to simply ask Ransom when he was going to propose to you. Of course, this wasn’t the first time you’d tried to approach him about this subject, you just wondered if maybe this time things would be different.

Panting heavily after a rather rough night in bed, you rolled off of your boyfriend’s chest and gave him a messy, yet sincere kiss. You knew your man well, and if there was any time to pop the question, it was in his post-nut haze.

“Baby,” you said breathily, “I wanna ask you something.”

“Shoot,” he responded casually, glancing over at you.

“When’re you gonna propose to me?” you hummed.

Ransom groaned and shook his head, rolling his eyes, “this is about Matt and Dani, huh?” he tutted, then extended a hand out to your warm cheeks so he could gently caress one with his thumb. “Thought we agreed marriage is just a piece of paper and it’s stupid.”

You huffed in response.

Of fucking course.

“I never said that,” you muttered, setting a hand on his broad chest. “Besides, it’ll be good if you get pissed and decide to like, kill your dad or something. Y’know, spouses don’t have to testify against each other in court.”

Ransom chuckled as if this whole thing was funny, like your feelings were some kind of sick joke to him. “You know my lawyers, babe. They could prove that bees don’t make honey. That bears don’t shit in the forest. I appreciate your attempt, though. This has been some really nice pillow talk.”

“Whatever,” you muttered, pinching his nipple in retaliation before turning your back to him and yanking the blanket onto your side.

You weren’t sure why you were so surprised that he was being stubborn, most of the time you felt like you were pulling teeth from the man. But that’s why you had a backup plan! You always had a backup plan. That’s what separated you from your boyfriend. Where Ransom was extemporized and impulsive, you were calculating and prudent.

Although you devised your plan that very afternoon while watching your partner backhand small green balls, you were going to need some time to get everything in order, to prove Murphy and his stupid law wrong in making sure that everything that could go wrong wouldn’t.

After all, love was a game. And you sure as hell weren’t losing to Hugh Drysdale.

——

You sacrificed too much to have your plans ruined by some trust fund baby with impulsivity issues. You deserved your dream marriage, the stability you wished you had as a child. You wanted the white picket fence, and everything that came along with it. Your desire to be the best, to be perfect was what drove you to poke holes in every condom in the box, what led you to draw liters of your own blood in hopes of staging a fake crime scene, to buy a cheap getaway car and burner phone off of Craigslist, and reach out to a high school boyfriend who you knew was in a position as desperate as you.

You planted seeds of doubt in your friends throughout the following weeks, feeding them lies about Ransom’s behavior, how you were afraid of telling him that you did in fact see two faint red lines on that damn plastic stick– only half of the statement truly being false–, telling them that he was behaving erratically lately.

It all was going without a hitch. Ransom didn’t seem to notice anything was off, despite your frequent visits to the bathroom and newfound affinity for true crime documentaries.

You almost felt guilty, knowing the world of pain you were about to throw the man into. Granted, he deserved the pain. You were in a relationship with a genuinely terrible person, and that person had made a conscious effort not to commit to you. You tried to make this easy for him, give him a chance to say a few words to you and slide a ring on your finger, but no, he always seemed to take the hard route.

You slept like a baby the night before you were setting your plan in action. You made sure to uphold the facade of everything being fine, making Ransom a nice breakfast before sending him halfway across town to the hardware store with an oddly incriminating list.

Once he was out of the house, you hurried off to the fridge in the garage where you’d been keeping a small stash of your own blood. It wasn’t pretty, but it had to be done. You poured the blood throughout the kitchen, splattering bits of it on the counters and cupboards. You poorly cleaned the mess, just as he would.

You put your next move in motion, falsifying a home invasion. You tossed over a table and some chairs, throwing books and photos onto the floor, but left some aspects slightly untouched, like an upright picture frame to give yet another hint that things were not exactly what they appeared.

You left a tiny blue post-it note on the nightstand of Ransom’s side of the bed, a quick and simple doodle of a ring along with the first initial of your name inked onto the tiny piece of paper.

With that, you were off. Technically missing, soon-to-be presumed dead.

----

The days following your disappearance had gone even better than you’d initially planned. Local news coverage had been all over you, search and rescue groups were assiduously looking for you, your parents had opened a tip line, and begged for you to get home safe on news segments. But the best part of it all was that Ransom had been briefly found himself in police custody, only to be released shortly thereafter. His past of an accused murder quickly made your disappearance even more of a national story, and you watched the whole thing unravel from the safety and comfort of your high school boyfriend, Andy Barber’s Newton home.

Of course, you fed him the same lies you’d given to your friends, and seeing the rather lonely position he was in, he gladly let you stay with him. You were absolutely having a hay-day with it all, dedicating hours of your day to watching Ransom slowly unravel. Maybe it was a bit sadistic of you to enjoy torturing your partner so much, but he needed to learn his lesson. You deserved better. You needed Ransom to rise up to your level, allowing you to finally complete your image. To let you two appear to be the perfect couple. Really, this was all on him.

Andy, for the most part, had been a good host. He was gone for the majority of the day, dedicating himself to his work while you lounged around on his dangerously cozy couch. Around two weeks into your stay, you were sharing a box of pizza in the living room with your old lover when something interesting on the television caught your eye.

Ransom, broadcasted on CBS, being interviewed on your disappearance.

You watched with wide eyes as Ransom begged for your return on national television. It was one thing seeing your mother plead for you to come back, the same woman who had installed such toxic behavior in you sob for your return, but Ransom. You’d never loved him more than in that moment.

“Hugh, if you could tell Y/N one thing, what would it be?” the interviewer asked.

Ransom turned, looking straight at the camera, directly into your soul, “Y/N, I love you so much. More than you’ll ever know. I need you to come back safely, to see you, to hold you again. I’d give anything in the world for that right now,” he looked down, a tear falling down his cheek. “I can’t live without you in my life, I-”

His sentence was cut off by Andy grabbing the remote, and turning off the TV. You turned your head and frowned deeply at him.

“Why’d you do that?” you asked with a bit of a pout.

“I just couldn’t stand listening to him talk about you like he hasn’t treated you like shit for the past few years. C’mon, let’s get ready for bed.”

Your blood boiled. Andy was once a means to an end, but now he was interfering. He was clearly much too selfish to see that you and Ransom were quite obviously soulmates. A match made in hell.

You followed him to bed regardless, curling up on what had been your side of the bed for the past few days, and staring at the wall until Andy’s breaths moved from a soft and rhythmic pattern to loud snores. God, those snores were obnoxious.

You slipped out of bed and to his dresser, grabbing two soft ties from the drawer, and daintily tying his wrists to each side of the bedpost.

“What‘re you doing?” he mumbled, instinctively yanking both of his wrists as he awoke.

“I’m going back home,” you whispered.

“You can’t be serious,” Andy huffed, tugging on the restraint attached to the headboard.

You shook your head, “I am.”

“I should’ve known. Why would you do something like this? Do you know how much trouble you’ll be in with the law?”

“Do you know how much trouble you’ll be in when the world finds out that you kidnapped me?” you retorted.

This threat seemed to wake him up right away, “what about this was kidnapping? I gave you a nice home, fed you, I didn’t even make a pass at you. I didn’t do shit to you,” he hissed. “You think I can’t prove that? I’m a lawyer, for god's sake!”

You nearly laughed, “Okay, Andy,” you paused for a moment, “As a lawyer, who do you think everyone’ll believe? Someone who the world was on a wild goose chase for in the last two weeks? Or the man with a family history of violence? Must I remind you that your father and your son have killed people?”

Andy shook his head, face pinched in sorrow at the mention of his deceased son, clearly a low blow. “You’re insane,” he muttered.

“Swear to god that you won’t tell a soul what happened here,” you leaned over him, getting right in his face. “Or I promise, Andrew Barber, I will ruin you. You’ll spend the rest of your life behind bars, or disbarred, or whatever the hell I decide to do with you. So keep your goddamn lips shut.”

You pulled away and he solemnly nodded, not bothering to put up a fight. You loosened the fabric around his left wrist and walked out of the room. You picked up the keys to Andy’s Audi on your way out, checking the time as you adjusted the driver's seat.

9:45 PM. Fatherhood really changed the man.

You pushed that thought aside and began your drive home, which turned out to be a surprisingly short trip. When you pulled up in front of your home, you were met with a slew of reporters outside of the house, along with a police car that seemed to be permanently camped there.

As you slowly got out of the car, a gasp, followed by a loud silence fell across the crowd. You limped for dramatic effect up the driveway as cameras followed you, and glanced back at them pathetically. From your peripheral view, you noticed the officers get out of their vehicle.

You finally got to your door, ringing the doorbell and waiting. You blinked harshly a few times, conjuring up the tears you needed to really make a spectacle of the event. After a few minutes, Ransom opened the door, eyes widening as he looked at you. He stepped out, and you wrapped him in as big of a hug as you could manage, genuinely missing his embrace. It was possible that you even let out a few real tears in the moment.

Your emotional embrace was interrupted by the man you recognized as Lieutenant Elliott, the same officer who’d been assigned to Harlan’s case.

“Ma’am,” he began, only to be shut down by you.

“Please, just let me be with my boyfriend,” you pleaded, crocodile tears streaming down your face as you spoke with the officer. You still needed time to get your story straight.

“Just give us the night, Lieutenant. We’ll come in first thing tomorrow morning,” Ransom added, furrowing his brows at the officer that he’d come into contact with far too many times.

He looked to his partner, who shrugged, then to you, “enjoy your night.”

Cameras flashed around you as civilians, journalists, and newscasters alike attempted to catch your attention. You grabbed Ransom’s hand and dramatically pulled him inside, insincerely attempting to hide your face by ducking and covering half of your face with your arm.

As soon as you were in the privacy of your own home, Ransom threw you against a wall.

“Why. The fuck. Would you pull a stunt like that,” he hissed through gritted teeth, eyes wild, and a hand around your throat.

You whimpered as he tightened his grip, rage clearly flowing through his system uncontrollably.

“Do you know what you did to me? You almost had me thrown in fucking jail. Do you understand that?”

You nodded weakly, “Ran,” you whispered, “the baby,” you glanced down at your stomach.

He paused, dropping his grip on your neck and staring at you in awe, “no…”

You nodded again.

“How…? You told me you were on the pill… You- you made me use protection…”

“Surprise?” you said weakly.

“You’re a psychotic bitch.”

“I’m your psychotic bitch. And no child of mine will be born out of wedlock,” you taunted.

“That’s what this is about?” Ransom laughed manically. “You did this all because I won’t fucking marry you?”

You didn’t even have to respond.

“I should send you to the loony bin right fucking now.”

“What happened to all those things you said to me on TV?”

“You’re fucking delusional. I can’t do this.”

“Yes, you can. And you will. I’ve had to put up with you and your stupid little antics for way too long. How do you think I felt when you killed your own grandfather?”

Ransom scoffed, throwing his hands up in exasperation, “you are so fucked up.”

“I’m the fucked up one? You killed your own blood in cold blood! You’re unhinged!”

“You faked your own death for attention, and got pregnant while doing it! Is that baby even mine?”

“The fuck are you trying to say, Hugh?”

“I asked if it’s even mine.”

“Really. You’re accusing me of cheating on you. That’s rich considering Mia, Layla, and whoever the fuck else. You’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m being ridiculous? You couldn’t have a normal adult conversation with me!”

“Are you kidding me? I asked you time after time to marry me and it was always some bullshit excuse!” you wagged a finger in his face as you spoke. “Oh, commitment scares me, oh, marriage is just a piece of paper, oh-“ you mocked his voice in a deeper tone before you were cut off by the sting of his hand against your cheek.

“Can you shut the hell up?” he growled at you as you held your own cheek, before you reached out and slapped him back, “I can’t believe that I’m stuck with such a deranged bitch for the rest of my life.”

“Maybe work on your vows a little, dear. I don’t think that those words are as charming to me as they’d be to the rest of our family and friends.”

“You can’t be serious,” he groaned.

“But I am,” you hummed, rubbing your cheek softly once again. “Look at how fast your life fell apart without me here. How quickly the public turned on you. Imagine how upset they’d be if you left me. I love you, Ran. I really do. You and I are perfect for each other, can’t you see that now?”

Ransom took a step away from you, pacing slowly in front of you. He ran a stressed hand through his hair, and took a long and drawn out breath, clearly at a loss for words.

“So when should we have the wedding? I’ve always wanted a Spring wedding, and I know it’s a little short notice, but I don’t want to be showing too much in my wedding dress,” you grabbed Ransom’s bicep gently, as if you were just having a regular old day with him, as if you hadn’t been choked and slapped moments ago. “But we can make it work. We always make it work, right?”

Your now fiancé stared vacantly at the wall ahead of him, giving you a slow, empty nod of agreement.

“It’s settled then,” you smirked. “I’ll start looking at venues. You find me a nice ring, okay Honey? One that puts all those other bitches’ rings to shame,” you sighed pleasantly to yourself, “I’ve waited a long time for this, sweetheart.”

You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before hurrying up the stairs and into your bedroom. You heard a distant shriek of “fuck,” from Ransom, but you truly could not care less.

You hopped into bed, grabbing your laptop from its charger and promptly opening it. You couldn’t help but to smile at your own reflection on the empty black screen. This wasn’t how you imagined your engagement, but you did the impossible. You tied yourself down to Hugh Ransom Drysdale, he went down kicking in screaming, and you were likely in for a lifetime of cheating and resentment, but you did it nonetheless.

You finally won.

#ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x you #dark!reader #ransom drysdale x dark!reader #ransom thrombey x reader #ransom thrombey x you #knives out #knives out fanfic #siris5ksoftdarkchallenge

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 3 years

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I give you a lot of angsty requests, so here, have a fluffy one!

Among Us: Through some glitch, a round generates with no impostors. For the first little while everyone is really on edge and trying to accuse each other, but they soon realize that nobody is dying and relax, although they're still very confused. Everybody does their tasks as normal, but instead of completing the last task, they all build a big pillow fort under the admin table and just take a rest for a little bit, hanging out and laughing over previous games and just being together without the tension of possible death and betrayal over their heads. Many stories are told, many "bodies" of friends knocked over in pillow fights are "reported", and many memories are made, before they finally decide to end the round! 💙

okay so this request was MEGA detailed so i didn’t get to every single part of it but i hope this is just as good lol

also bring on the angst I DARE YOU /lh

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A weird feeling in his stomach, Etho presses the emergency meeting button, teleporting everybody to the table. Once everyone is assembled, Etho realises something strange.

“Okay, there’s been no deaths,” he says slowly.

“Wh- Seriously?!” Tango gasps. “That round lasted, like, twenty YEARS! Half the tasks have been done!”

Etho frowns. “Nobody’s seen anything suspicious, or…? No venting?”

Everybody shakes their heads.

“Okay… I guess we’ll skip, then. Everyone keep an eye out, though.”

When the meeting comes to an end, Etho trots after Tango as the latter heads towards weapons. “Hey, Tango? Does something seem a little off about this round to you?”

“Yeah. We’re a bunch of idiots who can barely play this game on a good day - except you, of course,” he adds, “but it’s definitely weird that we went that long without a single kill. The imposters must be really slow for some reason.”

Etho considers this. “Maybe. I’m not convinced.”

He leaves Tango’s side and peels off into navigation as Tango keeps going. After finishing his download, he goes back up and does his task in O2, before heading back to cafeteria to finish wires.

After this, he realises there still hasn’t been a body reported so he catches Astro as the latter enters cafeteria. “Hey, Astro. Can you hit the button for me?”

“Oh, sure.”

Astro presses the emergency meeting button, bringing everyone back to the table. Etho’s suspicions are confirmed when he sees that everybody is still alive.

“Okay, I’m sorry to call you back here, but we need to talk,” Etho says. “There’s something wrong with this round and we may have to abandon it.”

“What do you mean?” Skizz asks confusedly. “What’s wrong with it?”

“It’s been over three minutes and there’s been no kills or sabotages. I apologise if I’m not correct, but I just have a feeling that there’s something wrong. If you’re the imposter, please raise your hand now.”

Nobody moves.

“This isn’t a trick,” Etho adds. “I’m sorry if I’m ruining someone’s imposter round, but I’m genuinely a little concerned that the game has gone wrong.”

“I’ll support you on that,” says Tango. “Etho knows about this stuff. If he’s worried about the game glitching out, I’ll take that seriously. I’m not the imposter, but if anyone else is, I’d advocate coming forward just to make sure nothing’s wrong.”

After a moment, a chorus of murmurs comes from the others, all confirming that none of them are the imposter.

“Okay, so it seems the game has glitched and generated a round with no imposters somehow,” Etho says. “No need to panic; if we all finish our tasks and win the round, it should take us back to the lobby like normal.”

“But do we have to do that, though?” asks Impulse. “Tasks are almost done and there’s no imposters, so why don’t we just hang out a bit, without the threat of death?”

“I’m down for that,” says Endless unexpectedly. “I’ve always wanted to build a pillow fort in admin. The table looks perfect for it.”

“You mean out of pillows like these?” Joker holds up a pillow that he seemingly pulled from out of nowhere. “Hey, Skizz?”

Skizz turns. “What’s u-”

Joker whacks him in the face with the pillow.

“GAAAH!” Skizz shrieks, tripping over his own foot. “What the hell?!”

Clutching the pillow by its corner, Joker doubles over with laughter. “Oh my gosh, your FACE!”

“Okay, that’s it. Imposter or no imposter, I’m gonna murder you.”

Skizz snatches the pillow out of Joker’s hand and swings it at him, but Joker dodges and takes off running down the hallway towards storage, giggling like a child. Unable to help a laugh of his own, Skizz pursues him.

“Where did he even get that?” snickers Tango.

“Same place I got mine,” Endless says, holding up an identical white pillow. “Medbay.”

Brody tries to hold in a laugh. “Endless, I’ll give you a high five if you hit Tango with that pillow right now.”

Endless considers this for a moment.

Tango gives him a warning look. “Don’t. Endless, I swear to-.”

He cuts himself off and ducks as Endless swings the pillow at him, but before he can do it again, Endless brings it back round and whacks him in the side of the head, causing him to let out a yelp.

Laughing uncontrollably, Brody holds up his hand for a high five, which Endless gleefully gives him. “I like this,” he says happily. “I feel cool.”

“Endless, you’re starting something you can’t finish,” Tango warns.

“Then you finish it,” says Impulse unexpectedly, appearing out of nowhere to hand Tango a pillow of his own.

A grin slowly spreads over Tango’s face.

Endless blinks. “Oh. I’m in trouble.”

On the other side of the room, Etho glances sharply over as he hears a THWACK sound and finds Tango and Endless whacking each other viciously with pillows. He chuckles to himself and continues looking through the game’s code.

After a while, Brody approaches him. “Hey Etho, we’re gonna go build a pillow fort in admin. You should come join us.”

“Thanks, but I gotta work through this code.”

“You can do that in the lobby later. C’mon, we’ve got a once-in-a-lifetime thing here. This glitch will probably never happen again. Let’s have some fun on this map while we have the chance.”

After a moment, Etho nods and lets Brody take him into admin, where Mrs Tango and Astro are already piling cushions in the middle of the room.

“Is this what we do when we think the game might’ve gone wrong?” Etho chuckles. “Build pillow forts?”

“I mean, we may as well,” Brody responds. “Right? What else can we do?”

“Finish our tasks and end the round.”

“Where’s the fun in that, though?” says Astro from the floor.

As Etho opens his mouth to respond, Joker bursts into the room and dives behind Etho, who spins round to find Skizz skidding to a halt outside admin. “Where is he?!” he snaps, panting heavily. “I’m gonna kill that idiot!”

“What’s going on?” Brody demands. “Who are you talking about?”

“JOKER! He said my mohawk looks like a dead bush!”

Relaxing, Brody rolls his eyes. “Oh no. How terrible. He’s a MONSTER. We’d better throw him out the airlock right now.”

“Sarcasm duly noted,” Skizz huffs. “Where IS Joker, anyway?”

Brody jerks his thumb over his shoulder. “Hiding under the admin table.”

“Brodyyyyy!” comes Joker’s muffled voice.

Skizz walks into the room and takes note of the group of people setting up the pillows and blankets over the top of the admin table. “So what’s going on here? Boy scout sleepover?”

“Yup,” Astro responds with a grin. “Do you have a problem with that?”

After a moment, Skizz shakes his head. “Nope. Can I borrow a cushion to hit Joker in his stupid face?”

“No,” says Astro firmly.

“Can I suffocate him in a blanket?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Can you relax and stop being a stupid schoolteacher for ten seconds?”

“Not if it means letting you try to kill Joker.”

“C’mon, I’m not ACTUALLY gonna kill him,” complains Skizz. “There’s no imposters this round, remember.”

“Mhm.”

Within five minutes, everyone is huddled under the blanket fort over the admin table, using a rusty lantern as a light source. It’s fairly roomy inside the makeshift tent, but the ten people are still sitting fairly close together.

“So now what?” Brody asks after a while. “Are we gonna talk about something?”

“How about we discuss what kind of dead bush Skizz’s hair looks like?” Joker asks innocently.

Skizz responds to this by whacking Joker in the face with a pillow, knocking him over backwards.

“Oh, report the body!” Tango yelps with a grin. “Skizz did it! Skizz did it!”

This causes the whole group to laugh, even Etho. After many rounds of chaos and suspicion, it’s nice to be able to joke around and relax a bit.

“How does it feel, huh?” Skizz smirks. “How does it feel to be hit with a taste of your own PILLOW?”

“Honestly, I deserved that.”

“Yeah you did.”

Joker yanks Skizz down next to him, grinning. “Shut up.”

A short pause follows this.

“This is the only round we’re gonna get like this, isn’t it?” asks Evil.

Etho nods. “Should be. Why?”

“Dunno. It just feels nice to just hang out with you all as a group and be happy. I love you guys so much.”

“I hate you,” Endless murmurs. “I hate you all.”

Immediately, the two people on either side of him grab him in a simultaneous hug. “Well too bad, cuz we love you,” Astro responds with a smile. “Grumpiness and all.”

A low groan comes from Endless, but everyone can see the hint of a smile on his face.

Etho sits back against the wall and gazes around at his friends. Mrs Tango is resting her head on Tango’s shoulder. Astro and Evil are still hugging and teasing Endless. Brody and Impulse are quietly chuckling together about something. Joker and Skizz have fallen asleep with the tops of their heads touching.

Even though Etho isn’t with anyone in particular at this moment, he still feels connected to his friends. He’s alone but he’s not lonely. And that’s a rare thing for him.

This group really is his family.

#friday night stabby #impulsesv #tangotek #skizzleman #theendless #brodyman #evilnotion #astrozoan #mrstango #etho #misterjoker #vaunna’s requests

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alildritten · 2 years

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Hahaha, chapter 9. I thought I wasn’t finished rewriting it, then went into the notes app and realized I had up to the 12th chapter lined out already of the rewritten stuff. So, uh… yeah. ALSO! Censored swear warning lol. (Only once.) Here you go. Enjoy! (Prepare for angst. Coming soon lol)

Text like this: text is Moon thinking/trying to message Sun. Click “keep reading” to read!

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Chapter 9: Glitches

“I- w- HOW DARE YOU!” The creature whips around to look at Sun. “HAS MOON GONE TO PARTS AND SERVICES RECENTLY.” It came out more a statement than a question.

“N-n-no, I-I don’t th-think so…”

“Eh- Sorry, I know. I shouldn’t yell.”

“Th-that’s alright, N-Nova.” Nova. So thats their name. Noted.

“Alright… Nova? Tell me what’s going on.”

“Oh, so now you remember my name? Huff.” They reply, exasperated.

“What? No, it’s what Sunshine called you!”

“Sun… shine?” They turn to look at Sun. “I thought your name was Sun! Have I been calling you the wrong name this whole time?!”

“Er…”

“Wait, no. This is a new thing.” Nova looks back at Moon again. “You’ve never called them that before. What changed?”

“What? I’ve always called Sunshine, well, Sunshine. And again, we’ve never talked before. I don’t know you.”

“We have argued almost every day for the past few weeks.” They growl.

“Huh. Well, it appears I must’ve had a memory wipe then. Unless…” Moon trails off, thinking hard.

“‘Unless’ what?”

“You threatened to decommission me that one time!” Moon takes a step back. “After yelling about something! And then you made fun of me because I was sc- W-well, I wasn’t scared, but, hehe, you made fun of me as if I was.” Moon said, remembering the fear they had felt vividly.

“Just the one time? I think I can remember doing that… what… 5 times?” Moon looked at them in shock.

“Y-you wouldn’t actually, r-right?” Nova raised an eyebrow.

“Would I?”

“N-Nova, that’s j-just cruel! Don’t even j-joke about that!” Sun scolded.

Moon’s instincts had kicked in, and they scooped Sun up, and, using the wire, went up to the ceiling into a corner.

However, this didn’t work too well, considering as soon as Sun realized what had happened, they were screaming and struggling to get away from Moon. Nova stood on the ground, blinking, confused as to the sudden chaos.

However, they also realized quickly and went into pursuit. Moon almost laughed, because they were the only one with the wi-

Nova has their own wire. What?! I thought- thought that- that was MY special thing!

“WHY DO YOU HAVE A WIRE?!”

“Maintenance crew thought I should have it! I have wings, after all. I should be able to ‘fly,’ even if it isn’t too fancy.”

Moon crawled along the walls, dodging Nova and holding Sun protectively- as much as one can while said ‘protected’ is kicking and screaming at you.

As Moon was going along the wall, they found a vent. Opening it, they duck inside, pulling Sun in after them. They were just small enough to fit.

“For pity’s sake, Sunshine! What are you doing? I’m trying to get us to safety!” However, Sun wasn’t listening. They were going back towards Nova. Frantically, a look of panic in their eyes.

“You fool! That way is where the danger is!” Moon said. “Stop! I’m trying to protect y-“ Sun jumped out of the vent.

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“Well, sh*t.” Moon cursed, knowing that they couldn’t do anything. Sighing, they crawl away through the vent system.

Sunshine? Are you alright? I know you have springs in your feet and all, but we were pretty high up in the air.

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Error; Message not received.

What? That doesn’t make sense. Sunshine? Are you okay?! Please respond. I don’t want to have to worry about you too much.

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Error; Message not received.

Uh oh. Sunshine?! Please? Respond, gosh darn it!

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Error; Message not received.

Please, for pity’s sake, RESPOND! Stop scaring me like this! I’m getting worried!

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Error; Message not received.

Please?

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Error; Message not received.

SUNSHINE!!

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Error; Message not received.

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#dark side of the moon au #fnaf #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #au #security breach moondrop #moondrop #slight angst #HAHAHA PREPARE #also I’m very sorry in advance #it gets really angsty dhahdvsjsk #just you wait-!#also I flipping love to write angry Nova #I have free roam with them because they’re an oc of mine #muahahahahaha #tw: swearing #only once but still

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misc-headcanons · 3 years

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Hello! It's nice to see you back, how are you? This is my first time asking so I hope I'm doing this right If possible, could I ask for Maki, rangiku, Ann takamaki with a tall, quiet, and intimidating S/O, sort of looking like they have done some crimes in the past (which they haven't!) but in reality, they're just a shy cinnamon roll of a nerd, trying their best not to appear scary to their peers. Sorry if the ask was long! ;-;

Maki

Maki wouldn't be too intimidated by her s/o even before they got together. If anything she admires their physique and their cool fashion sense. Maki also appreciates having an s/o that is more of a listener than a talker, since I think she feels the need to vent every now and again when training doesn't quite work out all of her stress.

She thinks it's so funny whenever they act adorable or nerdy, just because the difference between their personality and their looks are SO different. She does her best to stifle her laughter if she thinks it'd offend her s/o, but she DOES smile a lot and just squeezes their hand or kisses their cheek whenever she can't handle how sweet they're being.

She and her s/o are a very intimidating couple. "Power couple," indeed. The first time she introduces them to the squad, they all feel like Maki's stories about them aren't quite matching the tough and grim-looking person in front of them. But when they see Maki hold ____'s hand while showing them around and they see ____ blush a little before squeezing her hand back, they're just like "Huh. Guess looks can be deceiving..."

Rangiku

She'll affectionately call her s/o a nerd or a dork sometimes. Like she sees them looking at some figurine or book set or smth like it's the Holy Grail and she busts out laughing. It's like if Kenpachi was caught going all starry-eyed over something like video game merch, you know? They just look so dorky and cute!

Because they've got a very intimidating appearance nobody tries to flirt with Rangiku in front of them. Sometimes people try to challenge him to a fight though, and Rangiku always tries to step in and scare them away by talking big about how they DON'T want to fight her s/o. "The last time someone tried fighting 'em, we had to stay up all night getting rid of the body y'know."

Sometimes she'll try to teach them to be more assertive but it doesn't usually end up the way she'd hope. She'll have them practice with her and say that every time they stand up for themselves, she'll give them a kiss or take off a piece of her clothing. Since ____ stammering out a quiet response and speaking up even a little is a sign of improvement, she winds up stripping and that just makes them even more flustered and embarrassed lol.

Ann

She'd be a little too intimidated by their appearance to admit her crush on them, but eventually she just goes "screw it" and gathers her courage. And to her shock, ____ actually turns bright red and is SO shy when they offer to take her out on a date. The whole thing instantly makes her stress melt away and now she thinks they're handsome/pretty AND adorable.

Ann would be protective of her s/o since she knows they're not as scary or tough as they look. Her experience fighting Shadows leads to her becoming more and more confident, and outside of the Metaverse she can be pretty damn scary when she wants to be.

People see the two of them out on a date and instantly think of those romantic stories where opposites attract, or something like Beauty and the Beast. She's dressed in something trendy and has her hair in those cute pigtails of hers, and her s/o is just this absolute unit in something like ripped jeans and a leather jacket with spikes. Sometimes she'll borrow their clothes whenever she wants some edge to her outfits and it ALWAYS makes her s/o all shy and flattered.

#fire force #bleach #persona 5 #persona 5 headcanon #bleach headcanon #fire force headcanon #ann takamaki #ann #maki #maki oze #rangiku #rangiku matsumoto #mine #queue

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asherlockstudy · 3 years

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Uncomfortable close-up to their Valentine Newlywed answers

Since Rhett was a tad reluctant to compliment Link sincerely I decided to use my psychoanalytical skills (anyway whatever) and seek the underlying honest answers they wanted to give. This could be a bit much at times and perhaps you shouldn't read if you are not a Rhink shipper, that's why I used a cut.

"What he loves about me" Link's expression is a little confusing - maybe an attempt at doubt or self-deprecation but it looks to me more like the embarrassment of the blushing bride.

"I love your..."

Who wants to bet that the first thing that came to Rhett's mind was ass but then he changed it to the first word that came to his mind after ass? A-ccent. Like, there's just no case accent was the first thing he thought because Link's accent isn't even that strong at this point. When Link got surprised at that, Rhett simply replied that he was trying to find something funny. But even so, like I said earlier, Rhett does love Link's accent. I am sure he is fond of it, he finds it adorable. And let's not forget he said "there was so much he could choose from"!

Link looks disappointed that it's not his guess, his eyes. An interesting thing here is that although he used a personality trait for Rhett, he expected / hoped for this physical trait for himself. But don't feel sorry - Rhett has talked about his baby blues and has even gone to the ridiculous extents of planning to make a blog exclusively for Link's eyes. So don't worry; it is known that Rhett at least acknowledges the beauty of Link's eyes. At least. And Link was expecting this from a place of knowledge and not as an attempt to be silly-sappy.

Things Rhett thinks Link loves about him:

voice (Link will later say he loves his laugh and this is close, he's also enchanted every time Rhett sings so...)

height (Link once said he is attracted to "people of extreme heights")

hair (we know that)

beard (lie detector test)

giving spirit (lol totally)

creativity (they've talked about this many times)

eyebrows (if Link has said he likes Rhett's eyelashes then liking his eyebrows is certain)

Rhett was guessing from a place of knowledge too.

Rhett then said he loves stories of Link's grandma doing weird things with him and I don't like being the weirdo to spell out the weird thing but Rhett's interest in that is vaguely associated to his weird mind being always in the gutter. I don't mean it turns him on of course but he loves hearing weird stuff that border on creepy. You know it's true. Sometimes he's like that. Link took revenge for the accent joke with the psoriasis.

Wow we saw some Rhett teeth. Link answered sincerely with a super cute "I love your laugh" but Rhett just said "I love the sound your mouth makes when you don't chew". Oh well. Link regretted being sincere and Rhett, after some good laughter, defended himself by saying "he (Link) walked himself into it". This makes exactly zero sense and I am wondering whether he meant Link walked himself into it by choosing the vulnerable / sincere way. Or if he just didn't know what he was talking about.

Rhett then asks for the next answer to be complimentary. He then repeats he has strong feelings about Link's accent. Again, I believe this! In a positive light. IDK, I do believe this. Link said he has strong positive feelings for Rhett's car which I found weird like Rhett because I thought it was established Link has the better car of the two. Who knows, maybe he lied about the positive thing. Unless he connects it in his mind with memories / experiences.

Link's guess a little later:

Link: If I wanted to, I could easily... start over.

Rhett: Start over?! Like, whole life?

L: ...Yeah, just like, get a re-do.

R: Huh.

L: And I would be like "Really? How?"

R: Mmkay. I said "If you wanted to, you could easily kill me".

Okay, this gets a little deeper. I think what initially Link meant was a joke about starting over regarding his relationship with Rhett. Rhett didn't get that and asked him if he meant his whole life. Link considered that "mmyeah..." and realised it wasn't that far off from what he meant, all jokes aside. Link does wish he could start over and redo many things in his life. This surely has A LOT to do with their religious upbringing. And maybe how it affected Link's choices. Stevie's laughter is so out of place sometimes. Rhett does not laugh and tries to rush this moment. Rhett's answer about Link killing him is not exactly weird or offensive or mean as I saw some people consider it. It shows, maybe subconsiously, several things; Link's intensity, Rhett's pliable nature especially to Link and it might be more indicative of how Rhett feels about Link than anything else, at least in this video.

And then, out of nowhere, or maybe so it seems to us, Rhett goes ballistic against everyone. He starts complaining about those complaining when they didn't give each other heartfelt compliments. Link joked he agrees with them. Rhett attempted to let this slip although it angered him. The crew laughed with Link's joke, meaning they kinda sided with him, and Rhett turned basically mad at Link.

He accused Link that he did the same that day and Link entirely deflected the conversation. All I'm gonna say is that don't think they don't communicate with each other about how they approach certain situations. I wonder if at times they misunderstand each other or one changes opinion suddenly and leaves the other hanging. Link tries to stop Rhett from going on but Rhett is unstoppable at this point.

You might say Rhett was straight out mean right there and I sure was like "whoa where did this all come from, man" but mean is not a reasonable explanation. He was angry and his words show he is in a pressured state. Unless you tend to have mood swings, which Rhett doesn't really have as far as I know, you don't go from all cutesy and mischievous to furious in milliseconds. Except if there is an underlying suppressed cause. And you may ask, okay does he feel pressured to say a compliment to Link? Is this such a big deal? Well, yes and no. I don't think Rhett meant "we're not gonna hold hands" or "compliment each other" when we ask it. I think we know what he means. I think he's talking about the - well, in his words - elephant in the room. The actually serious consideration that there is something more there. The expectation that it might get revealed at any point - whether intentionally or unintentionally. Rhett loses control at that moment, which is why Link, who knows him well, warns him to not go there but Rhett still does. And again, you might say: well, no fan asked them to kiss or to confirm anything! We asked them simple stuff that can be normal between platonic friends too. Yes, but there is something we don't take often into account. The mythical crew. The mythical crew are actually the ones who monitor closely what the fans believe, want and prefer to watch. This means that the crew has to inform and discuss with Rhett and Link how much they are gonna please the audience and in what ways. Which means that a crew of 50+ people have an elaborate opinion on what fans think of Rhett and Link's relationship (next to their own opinion of course) and this has to be communicated with them face to face. In short, Rhett and Link have their privacy invaded not only by the fans but by their employees and, moreover, they are forced to always have fun with it and take it lightly. Again, you could think: well, they could forbid any rhink reference to the crew from now on. And you would think this WOULDN'T make the crew MORE suspicious at this point? All I am saying, they are fine when they make rhink insinuations / jokes voluntarily but most of the time is forced upon them by both the fans and employees and this can be uncomfortable at best if they are just friends or tyrannical if there is something more there that they still keep for themselves. So, Rhett's frustration comes from a deeper place than being expected to give a compliment. If I were in their place as I imagine it (I could always be entirely wrong) I would feel like a muppet trying to balance all my reactions towards thousands of people, with several dozens of them being paid by me to scrutinize me and order me how exactly to act!

There is a cut following Rhett's vent and you can see that Rhett is trying to calm himself down.

He speaks to himself, mumbling "yeah alright yeah ok ok" and by the expressions I can tell he acknowledges he lost control. That doesn't mean he regretted what he said - just that he said more than it benefits him to say and apparently he said a lot more in the unedited video. Kudos then to Link, who actively tries to calm his friend down and make him feel more comfortable.

This might be unpleasant to some but from his stance I conclude that Link agrees with Rhett or at least understands him. He was just wise enough to not say it out loud. Link first warned Rhett to not speak and then stayed quiet as Rhett was venting. After the cut, we see him trying to help Rhett calm down and relax and he characteristically invites Rhett to focus his attention on him and find something he really loves about him. This is not a complaint - Link is smiling and is warm to Rhett. What he essentially does is trying to help Rhett forget he is being watched by thousands and his every word is weighted, which of course is Rhett's main problem. He just says "forget about them and focus on me and just say something you love, it's all good". I just love Link here. He's supportive and caring.

The next question is what Link loves when Rhett blanks his blank and Rhett is trying to picture it-

I have no doubt Link loves that. The ear thumbing, I mean.

So, then I am adding the stills that redeemed Rhett in the fandom:

But not to be that person, it's obvious that Rhett plays it up a ridiculous lot. And not even to appease the angry fans but probably to make fun of their anger. That's why Link laughs with his face and his answer "I love remembering the time we met".

This doesn't interest me at all. Instead, I am much more interested in Link's nonsensical answer "I love remembering the time we died" because what?!?!?!?!?!?!?! Link tends to say occasionally stuff that doesn't make sense but I don't think he would pass on the chance to say something even remotely meaningful in an opportunity like this and especially regarding his relationship with Rhett. Link clarifies: "...when we died. This is heaven". There are two possibilities and only two: a) this makes ZERO sense and it's the worst and most pointless joke ever and b) this is symbolic or something only Rhett could understand. Rhett does not dismiss this as stupid or silly with his usual done look. He asks questions about it and they discuss at length about how it happened that they died and why they went to heaven since it seems they killed each other. Well, it's because they killed each other in the exact same time with a prod-like tool and they escaped Good Ol' God's (in Link's words) notice. Okay. I'm just leaving this here and you can all draw your own conclusions. Personally, I am torn between a symbolical death and rebirth when they left their religious selves behind and death being used as a well known old metaphor of a certain physical state. It would work even more if it was both. Or Link was just talking nonsense. Let's not exclude that. So yeah. That's all I had to say................

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