#ugh. i think i gotta aim for night
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:0 i got a free eevee of a very respectable level! what should i aim to make it
#truth is i would like umbreon for my second attempt at the ghost gym#but like. i’ll have a dark type rep in luxray once it evolves#edit: nvm i could’ve sworn luxray was a dual type :/#and maybe i need something else from this eevee#and also i’m not waiting until night to evolve this thing#then again idk how long leveling up its friendship will take#actually umbreon is in this past gen right? i know not all the eeveelutions were added right away some came later#ugh. i think i gotta aim for night#peach plays pokémon platinum
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LOG003_RECORDING.MP4 — 03:22/2045/11/23
DAITHI: Fuck, Dan— what time is it?
RT: Eh… a little bit past three? That’s not really important right now, though. I’ve got something to talk to you about.
DAITHI:Eight missed calls…? I thought somethin’ bad happened to you.
RT: Oh! No, no, sorry, nothing bad. Something good, actually!
DAITHI: It better be. Eight calls… fuckin’ tree ay-em…
RT: Come on now, hear me out. I’ve been lookin’ through Lewis’ old things, right? Mostly old plans, typical boring paperwork, but I’ve found somethin’ really interesting. Arasaka blueprints for some big project… You know how hard it is to get these? This could be somethin’ good for us— for Andromeda. I was thinkin’ that you could help me with them? You’re the best tech I know, so I figured if anyone would have any idea how to make this stuff, it’d be you.
DAITHI: … Did you say blueprints from Arasaka?
RT: Heard me right! Now, I’ve got no fuckin’ clue how Lewis managed to get these, no clue how legitimate those dealings were— Ah, you know how it is— but this isn’t an opportunity we can just pass up, is it?
DAITHI: Alright, alright, fine. I’m gettin’ up. Fucks sakes…
RT: Attaboy! I figured that’d get your attention.
DAITHI: Well, it’s not every day you start callin’ me your best tech… And I’m already fucked if McCorp tries lookin’ for that android, so… might as well aim for the next biggest corporation, right? … You can be a real convincin’ prick, you know that?
RT: Ah, stop it, you. Makin’ me blush. You did most of the work for me, anyways. So, you’re in?
DAITHI: ‘Course I am. Anything for you.
RT: … Is that your microwave in the background, there? Are you actually making chicken nuggets right now? I’m about to have you signin’ NDAs and you’re making chicken nuggets?
DAITHI: First of all, I’m makin’ fuckin’ pizza rolls— second of all, you woke me up! I’m gonna be up all damn night now listenin’ to you talk to yourself, I might as well make breakfast. Aah—! They’re fuckin’ hot, shit…
RT: They just came out of the microwave…? Show some restraint. And could you focus? This is important, you know—
DAITHI: AnD cOuLd YoU fOcUs? Shut up, man! Ugghhh, I think I burnt my finger…
RT: That’s what you get, interruptin’ me.
DAITHI: ThAts WhAt yOu GeT… nyeh nyeh nyeh!
RT: …
… Sorry.
RT: Where was I? Ah, right. So, it seems like it’s still a work in progress— lots of pieces missin’, it’s disorganized, the like— but from what I gather, the basic premise is that it’s a collection of separate AI, each designed to perform different tasks, that you’re able to store on… say, a computer, and at any point you’re able to transfer those to a memory chip, right? Which you’d put in your neural processor, and the AI’d be able to watch and listen to what’s goin’ on and sort of… analyze it, I suppose. Give you advice, manage risk, store information, maybe even more. I mean, can you imagine the sorts of things that could be done with this?
DAITHI: Shit… that sounds like self-learning AI, yeah? They only run those for cybersecurity and data analysis— but one that you can use on a day-to-day basis? I bet you Arasaka thought they were wastin’ their time with hard coding, you know how fast they learn? You could teach them anythin’... completely personalize it to whatever ye need… Jesus. This could completely fuckin’ transform the market for cyberware— this is some serious shit, Dan.
RT: Yes, exactly! See? I told you it was important. This could be revolutionary, for you and me— not to mention what we could do with it on a larger scale. Just about every person in Night City could find a use for this. I’ll be sendin’ the blueprints and other details over to you soon so you can take a look at it all… er, along with all the necessary paperwork, you know the drill. I’ll keep the fine print brief this time.
DAITHI: Yeah, yeah. ‘Course I will. Ugh, gotta reschedule all my fuckin’ appointments… Might have to move Bri’s thing to next week… Knowing you, you want this set up as soon as possible.
RT: Oh, ‘course. Better sooner than later. Progress waits for no man! Er, well, man or whatever Brian’s supposed to be. He’s holding up well, I take it?
DAITHI: Mhmm. Just got done installing all of his body plating, just gotta make sure everythin’ is workin’ before I do any other body mods… he’s been askin’ for some stuff, you know how he is. Impatient and all. Maybe… hmm. I could use his help to set up, but d’ya think he could sign an NDA and be legally bound by it? Probably, right?
RT: Ehm… I’m not sure, actually. I don’t think we’ve ever needed to have a combat mech sign one— not that Brian is, by any stretch of the mind, a typical combat mech. I’ll check with my legal team, but one way or another I’ll get him over here. Oh, and make sure he’s recognized as a neutral mech and not one of MC’s, yeah? Wouldn’t want our system to clock him as a threat. Should be some sorta chip you can take out, that’s pretty standard.
DAITHI: Right, right. It’ll take me an hour or two to reschedule all of my shit, then I gotta get another CPU, maybe a couple, just to run more of ‘em at once. You should have some stuff, already, but— ugh, I’m too fuckin’ tired to think about this, man. We can be there by… around three or four today, maybe? Does that work for you?
RT: Sure, sure, that’ll be grand. Bring whatever you need to, I’ll let ‘em know you’re headed over. See you then, Daithi.
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back at it in zelda. about to fight an obsidian frox which actually i think is the first one i ever ran into, back when i dropped into this chasm and got jumpscared by it and dinraal at the same time lol. this is my first obsidian frox fight so idk what to expect. i hope it's not too much harder...
oh that was totally fine actually. cool
i dont like the depths as much at night. like theyre not Scary scary but it's late and the effect is enough to make me a bit tense
found the tarrey mine! on accident mostly. i was aiming for it, but i got distracted by poes, but it was fine bc the poes led me here. so i was going the wrong way lmao
NICE i got a CANNON schema stone
irony of ironies that i have like 600 arrows and im running out of bows lol
ok, i did the rist mine? which is under the big sand spiral. HORRIBLE. so many of those little jumping guys that are too hard to catch.
decided i hate it down here. i gotta get outta here lol. like, i came down here w nearly 700 arrows and now i have like 575 or something, i gotta LEAVE.
first though. i have to spend as much of my zonaite as i can. i HATE that i cant just do this at one store lol
oh hey i was jumping from mine to mine to buy crystalized charges and i found a guy who hadnt given me a schema stone yet! and i remember visiting the kakariko mine AGES back and wondering what it was he had to give me lol. full circle at last
ok, that was my last stop. i have more zonaite but there's nowhere else to spend it. i have 600 crystalized charges though!!! batteryyyy
i have 6 and 2/3 of a battery now!!! almost halfway........
okay, i have to SLEEP ugh. tomorrow i need to start hustling on my shrines and then maybe finish off the fifth sage thing if i have time. but that'll be ALL the story until i'm ready for the end AAAUGH
under one hand, i REALLY want to play pikmin 4 with everyone else, and i know that once i do totk will take a backseat. so i wanna finish totk before then, like 100%
under the other...that's only 2 weeks from now. even if i get all my korok seeds and do all my sidequests, and that's a big if, there's no way i'll be able to grind for my armor mats too, and 100% means 100%.
so i'll either have to pause playing this game while i do pikmin, or just not do pikmin. tragic.
either way, i think i definitely wanna beat the story for the first time before then, and i at LEAST wanna do all the shrines before that, and maybe also finish that quest where you beat up master kohga. it seems so scary! only two weeks from now and i'll have finished totk!!! it can't be so close to being over already bc once it is the long, long, LONG wait for The Next Zelda begins..............i feel like this game JUST fucking came out but it's been almost 2 months................................
like, i'm still gonna have my sidequests and korok seeds and armor upgrading and the depths to explore but geez.
the craziest part is im at 170 hours and i feel like koroks alone are gonna take another 30, 40, 50? not to mention the depths, the armor grinding, the sidequests, the minigames...like there's no way i don't hit 250 by the time it's all over. i can't do that in two weeks. but i also worry if i put it down i won't pick it back up again
ANYWAY. sleep now, overthink videogames tomorrow <3
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omg i know how u feel i don't think i'll be graduating in 4 bc i have to do co-op terms so it delays my grad by a year or smth?? we'll see how things go
wow that's so cool!! the dedication is immaculate i would always give up after a month or so. do you know any other languages aside from eng and korean?
ooo i'm kinda the opposite like nothing really interests me outside of courses in my major or other science courses. i've gotta do some arts credits and scrolling thru them is like... okay this sounds interesting then i read the syllabus and its like readings and essays and discussion groups then im like NOPE LOL BYE
that's so funny cause i saw someone sleeping in a corner of the stairs. ppl will sleep anywhere and i don't blame them. could you imagine falling asleep near the river ugh bless
omg yes like with chem i always end up working backwards from the answer (wink wonk) to see what i did wrong and usually it's a lot 😭
it wasn't too bad! it was kinda cold but not windy so i was okay. i still brought a jacket with me cause it was windy af during the day and i thought it'd be the same at night but nope there goes my money for coat check 😭
ohh!! that sounds fun, did you manage to find anything? red hair is so nice. everyone i've seen so far with red hair pulls it off so well and i'm lowkey convinced it's a colour that works on everyone....
thank you!! i did have lots of fun : D i might've died on the bus ride back... but we don't talk abt it..........
-mightychondria
yeahhh i have to get a masters degree for the profession im aiming for so... if everything goes to plan that's six years of university and i do NOT want it to be more 😭😭 hopefully your graduation doesn't get delayed too much ??
:LKFJDKFSJD:LFKJ oh boy languages and me... lowkey obsessed w learning them SO one set of my grandparents were german and didnt speak english so i know very basic german (my dad didnt think it was important to teach me. crying screaming throwing up.) and i got to be pretty okay at finnish at one point but i've forgotten ALL of it lol and i took 2 years of latin in highschool which was very fun but again i forgot most of it KLFJSFDLJK AND FINALLY i took a couple years of american sign language in middle school but i literally remember the alphabet and basic kindness' :'] ive also attempted swedish, norwegian, spanish, and french with ... immediate failure ! hehe
i get what you mean 😭for me its not that i dislike my stem courses but i actually love reading and writing essays and stuff and i just wish i could do more of that 😭 but the majority of my stem friends definitely would agree w you LOL
ugh for real it would be so nice to sleep outside in the sun i feel like ... living out that cat/dog life ... but id be too scared of being kidnapped LKJJFSKFJKS
that is definitely the way to do chem 😭 just gotta learn from your mistakes until there are none ! i had an exam last friday and ... i should be getting that grade tonight or tomorrow so im very anxiously waiting to see how i did ...
nooooo not the coat check money... i cannot even imagine how much clubs make in the winter just from coat check like 😭 some nights at one of my local clubs its literally more expensive to check your coat than to get in 😭
sadly i still havent figured out who/what to be... i think im gonna wait to dye my hair though so that it lasts longer ... so i really dk LOL im lazy tbh so i normally go for something i can just wear my normal clothes for... and since i just finished breaking bad im thinking maybe jane ??? i dress like her irl (though less 2008) and id just need a wig LKJFS:LDJKF BUT IDK !!! do you have any costumes in mind? or any plans?
hehe im glad you had fun but ... 👀 ... how ominous ... hehe i hope your week starts off nicely !! :]
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An Oath to Keep
TOH Hunter/The Golden Guard x reader
I used two of the angsty writing prompts- I have more oneshots in the making with the others >:)
Word Count: 4.1k
*******
“Aw, need some help?” I cooed, hovering above the fight.
“(Y/N)! What the heck are you doing here?!” Yelled my best friend, shoving another guard away.
“Hmm…maybe because I heard trouble. Or maybe it’s because you screamed my name dramatically while saying ‘I’m DYING!’.”
“You actually weren’t supposed to hear that.” He huffed, aiming another punch at the guards that surrounded him.
“It was pretty funny, so I’m glad I did.” I chuckled, landing next to him. I dodged a punch and tripped a guard, slapped a fire glyph onto someone, and watched Hunter knock out the last guard.
“Woah, we made quick work of them.” Hunter chuckled.
“I know- what would you do without me?” I laughed and ruffled his hair.
“I’d have a much easier life, that’s for sure.”
“And a very boring one. But I’ve gotta fly, so unless you want to spend the night helping me make potions, I’ll bid you adieu.” I waved, hopping onto my staff again.
“Wait! Can I help you make potions, actually? I’m free tonight, and I’m bored. And…making potions sounds fun.”
“Well…It’d be your first time, right?” I said, raising my eyebrows.
Hunter turned red. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Your first sleepover! What’d you think?” I said innocently. “Get your mind out of the gutter, darling!”
He somehow turned redder. “Titan, you’re gonna make me regret this.” He groaned and sat behind me on the staff.
“What’d you do to start that fight anyways?” I asked, looking over my shoulder.
“I-uh…I just…got caught with something I wasn’t supposed to have.”
“Ah, underage apple blood consumption?”
“N-no! Of course not, that’s just looking for trouble.” He stuttered.
“Right, you’re too straightlaced for that. Fair enough, I’m not into underage drinking either.”
“Oh come on, I’m not that straightlaced.” He scoffed. “I’m actually rebelling right now, I’ll have you know- if my uncle knew I was here, he’d literally kill me.”
“Wow, you’re so bad.” I snorted.
“I know, I’m practically a delinquent.”
“Yeah, you oughta be in the conformatorium.”
“I’m such a danger to society.”
“Oh hey, we’re here. Try not to burn down the house Mr. Badboy.” I said dryly.
He had been to my house before, and knew it was…unorthodox. The place was an abandoned teahouse I discovered a few years ago, and I’d fixed it up- but I had left a lot of things untouched, like the sign that read ‘New Salem Tearoom’ on the door, the parlor that still looked like a restaurant, and the smell of tea that lingered no matter how many times I tried to cover it. It was annoying at first, but I had grown to appreciate it.
Hunter sat in one of the booths, drawing little pictures in the dust.
“Why don’t you ever clean this place?!” He coughed- he had accidentally created a dust cloud.
“I do, but the dust always comes back. It’s like this place doesn’t want to change. Which is fair, although slightly inconvenient.”
He sneezed. “Right. Slightly inconvenient…I’m never gonna get this dust off of my gloves…ugh.”
“It’s like a curse. BEWARE THE EVIL DUST…” I chuckled. “Now c’mon, let’s go upstairs. This section is gloomy.”
*******
It had been a long night for me, but Hunter had fallen asleep immediately. He needed the rest- his dark circles were so extreme that they could be mistaken for bruises.
I worried about him, to be honest. I didn’t know a lot about Hunter’s personal life, only that he was homeschooled and raised by his uncle, who seemed to be very strict…but I never pried. It was none of my business, though I was still curious. But he was usually tired and battered, as though he was used to physical wear and tear- much more so than the average sixteen-year-old. I had theories as to why, but again, I didn’t pry.
I had been working on potions for hours now- I had to restock my shop tomorrow, and I was still missing a few popular options.
There was a yawn from the couch.
“Hey…(Y/N)? What time is it?” Hunter mumbled.
I shrugged. “Midnight?”
He hauled himself off the couch and walked towards me.
“Shouldn’t you be asleep?” He murmured.
“My roof, my rules… But…thanks for the care.” I said, smiling lightly.
“Of course… Is there anything I can do to help with your potions?”
“Mm…can you read a book? Like..out loud? That’d make this less boring…”
He shrugged and flipped open the book on the desk- Journal three, a book I found on an excursion to the human realm with my friend Eda.
“Uh… ‘I can hardly believe it’s been six years since I began studying the mysteries of Gravity Falls, Oregon’...” He closed the book. “Actually, my voice is kind of annoying. Maybe we should watch a show or something.”
“I mean…if you want. But your voice isn’t annoying. It’s actually really nice, but do what you want I guess.”
“Oh, uh…it’s not?” He blushed, looking sort of flustered. I looked away- Nope, that was definitely not cute (Y/n), shut up shut up shut up-
I interrupted my own thoughts. “Nope. It’s one of my favorite voices, but of course I’m kind of biased…after all, you’re one of my favorites.” I said, blushing lightly.
“Thanks. I..I needed to hear that. Um…you’re one of my favorites too…” He said, touching my hand.
I stared at him, trying to ignore my sweaty palms. This is fine, this is fine, fuck you Hunter stop being cute!
“..and that’s why I’m forcing you to go to sleep.” He said, grinning impishly as his grip on my hand tightened.
“Wait, what?!” I screeched as he dragged me towards my bedroom. “This is a BETRAYAL! I thought you were my FRIEND, Hunter!”
“Nope! I’m busy evilly forcing you to be healthy- take THAT!” He cackled.
“Yeah, well you’re one to talk- I can tell you have insomnia just looking at you!”
“See, I care more about your health.” He shrugged.
“No, if I’m sleeping, then you are too.” I said sternly.
“Fine, but we’re watching stuff on the crystal ball first.”
“Deal.” I nodded, setting it up. With another wave of my hand, I had created a smaller bed on the ground next to mine for Hunter to sleep in, but in the meantime he would sit with me on the big bed.
….I woke up a bit later to the show still going and Hunter asleep on my shoulder. We were both still on top of the blankets, and he was still in his armor. That’s probably uncomfortable.
I blushed as he wrapped his arms around my waist, still asleep. I tried to ignore it and close my eyes again…but I guess it wasn’t too bad, really…it was actually sort of pleasant…
*******
Hunter was gone when I woke up. He had work in the early morning, and rarely had days off. But he did leave a note, which was sort of nice. I glanced over it.
Sorry, I have an early shift again- thanks for letting me come over! Uncle had better not find out though, or I’m totally dead- nonetheless, we should do this again sometime maybe?
-Hunter
I smiled. I hoped so.
But I had work today too. There was an ingredient I had been needing, but it was only sold at the Lost Threads Bazaar in Latissa- a night market of chaos, crowds, and the finest array of scientific and arcane contraband the Boiling isles had to offer. It was magic untethered by law, no longer held back by covens- it was wild. Wild magic at its strongest, in the catacombs deep beneath the city. The higher classes would never know of its grandeur- they sometimes caught the scent wafting through the vents or clinging to their skirts, but they would never really know it. The tingle of wildness coursing through you, burning you to the core, dancing through your veins until it reaches your fingertips…The feeling of running freely, unbound from expectations or reason. I loved it.
But the Bazaar was only there twice a year. So I had to make it count.
*******
I landed in Latissa by dusk. There was always a challenge in getting past the guards, but once I reached the little yarn shop, I knew I was safe. No one would suspect a yarn shop of hiding the entrance to the catacombs, but looks can be deceiving…and the Emperor’s guards can be very stupid.
“Good-day dear, what can I get’cha?” Croaked the old demon at the register.
“Well, you see…I seem to have a few lost threads.” I answered, emphasizing the lost threads.
“Ah, of course.” She said, a glint in her eyes. “Try the back room.”
“Thank you, ma’am.” I smiled, tossing her a snail. I opened the door to the back room, where there was a disgustingly moist trapdoor that was probably made of some kind of flesh. I swung it open to see the ladder to the catacombs- perfect…
The Lost Thread Bazaar assaults one’s senses, like a tidal wave of stimulation. I was immediately hit by scents, sounds, sights….The smell of illegal substances and chemicals, merging with the sweet smell of bakery and other food vendors, the sounds of people, talking, fighting, screaming…and the sights of a giant crowd, golden lights from torches and spells, somehow illogically illuminating the underground cavern…It was chaotic and definitely overwhelming to those who weren’t used to it, but this wasn’t my first rodeo. I had a goal in mind, and if I could manage to override my childlike curiosity, I might just achieve it.
I shoved through the crowd, trying to reach the stand I had in mind- It was always in the same place, and despite the pure chaos around me, I knew the place well enough to find the stand that sold rivetraptor scales. Rivetraptors were rarely seen, and their scales were illegal because they were commonly used as drugs.
I preferred to use them for what Hunter dubbed ‘(Y/N)’s simple twisted science.’
I called it experimenting. All the best potions were made through experimentation and wild magic, so why shouldn’t I make my own recipes? Contrary to popular belief, it didn’t have to be dangerous!
Speaking of Hunter, I…weirdly kinda wished he were here. I liked being around Hunter- although, logically it didn’t make a lot of sense. I was a wanted wild witch with snarky comments and sarcasm as my main weapons, while he was from some weird strict household that he didn’t talk about much. He liked rules- and not just the rules that worked in his favor!-And again…I was a criminal! I liked to stay up late and sleep in, and Hunter talked about his sleep schedule of staying up late and waking up early as enviable…
But there were things I loved-sorry, liked- about him. I appreciated and related to his passion for knowledge, and wholeheartedly loved the fact that he helped me with my ‘simple twisted science’. I thoroughly enjoyed making him flustered- it was fun and fairly easy, making it a wonderful source of serotonin. And despite not having any real magical powers, he was strong. He had a palisman who was his main source of magic, and they worked off each other brilliantly. Honestly, I could hardly believe he was called half-a-witch-Hunter as a kid, but again, I really didn’t trust his uncle. And it was so cute that he cared about my sleeping habits and wellbeing- I mean it was so nice. It was nice. Hunter was an appreciated member of my social circle, and I wished he were here because when I’m around him I feel nice. And that’s it.
But he would hate it here. I already knew he would hate it- he may love theories and experimentation, but again, he also loved order and authority. The chaos would drive him mad.
….though, on the other end of the argument, I hated it here at first too. The noise, the crowds, the angry drunks and on-the-run criminals…but I had grown to love it, so maybe there was a possibility for Hunter to love it too.
“Hey you!” A deep voice shouted. “You’re the one on that poster over there, eh?”
Heh, sucks for whoever's getting yelled at- I recognized that voice as the voice of a bounty hunter that had tried to catch me a few times.
Oh wait.
“(Y/N) (L/N)! We meet again!” Chuckled the robed figure menacingly.
“See, it’s been a lovely chat, but for some reason I plan on retiring for the night a bit early.” I said, waving dramatically.
“Not this time kid-”
I turned and ran. Stuid bounty hunters, always ruining my night…
Oh BLAST IT! There was a new vendor in front of my main exit! I turned tail and dove into the crowd, heart racing. The bounty hunter was onto me- why ME?! There’s like a million criminals here!
I clambered up one of the many ladders, kicking off a little demon that had caught my boot. I sensed someone on the ladder beneath me- I sqeaked as I took a look- he was a lot closer than expected! I aimed a kick at his head and climbed faster. By the time I reached the sewer grate, I had put a healthy distance between us.
I hopped out in the middle of the road, and threw my cloak on in hopes of being unrecognized.
Well, there goes my night at Lost Threads... I thought mournfully.
Maybe I could still manage to have fun. Latissa might be a boring place for boring people, but maybe- oh my titan-
The bounty hunter had caught up to me! I froze. Nonononono- even with my hood up, he recognized me. His eyes narrowed.
“Well, this has been fun, but I seem to be needed elsewhere.” I said, giving him a two-fingered salute- and I was off.
I peeked over my shoulder, too aware of how close he was. No-
I hit the ground hard. Shoot- I looked up, trying to scramble away, but it was too late.
“I’m needed elsewhere too, wild witch. So we’ll make this quick.” He smirked.
I closed my eyes, bracing for impact. I’ll talk my way out of this later. I’ll be fine. I can escape the conformatorium. Luz and Eda will help me, I’ll be fine-
The blow never came. There was a thump of boots hitting the ground, and the sound of a familiar voice.
“Get away from (Y/N).”
I slowly opened my eyes. There was a silhouette blocking the light, someone standing in front of me...Hunter?
“Gold-Golden Guard!” Stuttered the bounty hunter.
The Golden Guard? How does he know my name?!
I watched as the still-blurry silhouette stepped towards the bounty hunter.
“Hiiiii~” The Golden Guard waved obnoxiously at my captor. “You should probably leave, that is unless you want to face...oh, let’s see. Conformatorium charges, fines for disturbing the peace, ooh! Maybe I can even refer you to petrification- make an example of you, y’know?”
What the heck- why is the Golden Guard saving me?!
“Forgive me sir, but your ‘(Y/N)’ is a wanted criminal!” Said the bounty hunter nervously.
“Is ‘my (Y/N)’ currently doing anything to you?” ‘My (Y/N)’- I’ve heard that before, in that exact voice-
“I mean-” He was cut short.
“Nope! So I think you’d be best pretending this never happened. The Emperor is not a merciful man, so don’t stand in my way if you wanna get out of here in one piece.”
“...yes sir.” He mumbled. The bounty hunter turned and left the alleyway, leaving me alone with...the Golden Guard.
“You’re welcome!” He said after a beat of silence.
“How...how do you know my name? Why’d you save me?!” I gaped.
“Oh. Well...I guess you might as well know...” He slid off the gold mask. “Ta-da!”
There was a mix of emotions pounding through my head, merging with the adrenaline that hadn't quite worn off yet. Ashy blonde hair, magenta eyes, scar, nicked ear, that adorable bit of hair that’s always in his face…
“Hunter?” I murmured. Something felt wrong. This isn’t right this isn’t right this isn’t right-
I took a deep breath, trying to calm down and think logically. Hunter was in Latissa, wearing the Golden Guard’s sigil.
He raised an eyebrow. The pounding in my head returned, and I felt rooted to the ground. I hardly even noticed him stepping closer to me.
“(Y/N)?” He said softly.
“This- this isn’t real. You can’t be…. You’re the Golden Guard-” I stammered. “You can’t be him…”
He looked pale, as if he was realizing something was wrong. “See, I didn’t quite mean for you to find out like this…I thought you were in Bonesborough tonight.”
“So you’re not even gonna try to deny it, huh.” I chuckled. “I can’t believe I was so stupid!” I grinned, more to myself than to the liar in front of me.
“Hey, you weren’t being stupid- I’m just a pretty good liar!” He said as if it was reassurance.
“Yes I was being bloody stupid! Eda warned me about not trusting the wrong people, and I thought I was doing great! I thought I was friends with a really awesome person named Hunter- if that’s even your real name- and now you show up, allied with the person I’ve spent my whole life working against! And we’ve been hanging out for months- maybe even years by this point, I haven’t counted- and I trusted you!” I paused for air, trying to calm down. “Hunter…I like you. Maybe I even love you.” I sighed, turning back to him as calmly as I could muster. He met me with confusion. “So forgive me, but this isn’t quite ideal.” I finished.
He looked down guiltily.
“...Why do you think my coven is so bad, anyways?” He mumbled.
“Well.” I sighed, standing up. “Possibly because it forces us to limit our magic. Or maybe because the Emperor tried to petrify my friend Eda, and took Luz’s only way home. Oh…and the fact that the current coven head lied to me really isn’t helping your case too much for some reason.” I said flatly.
“But we’re friends! Friends lie to each other all the time, right?” He said desperately.
Right. Hunter….is still Hunter. He isn’t being malicious…
I breathed in sharply. “I don’t know what they’re teaching you at that coven, but that is literally the opposite of what good friends do. I don’t think you meant to do anything wrong- I know you well enough for that- but nonetheless, this…..you being the Golden Guard….it changes things, Hunter.”
“It doesn’t need to! You- you could come with me, join the Emperor’s Coven! You could be like- the Silver Guard or something- you’re powerful enough, easily-”
“Hunter. I’m not joining the Emperor’s coven. And if you force me, I will hate you forever. I’m a wild witch, and being around you puts me in danger.” I sighed.
“B-but I just saved you! Isn’t that…like, a good thing? Can’t you just trust that I won’t sell you out?” He whispered.
“I’d really like to. Believe me, I wish I could.” I muttered, pulling my hood back on. “But you’re loyal to your uncle, and he seems to be loyal to the Emperor to get you such a high position. Maybe you’re more loyal to me than you are to your coven, but it’s not a risk I’m willing to take….” I looked back at him.
“Wait!” He said, thrusting his hand out awkwardly. “An everlasting oath!” He grinned. "I…ah…wasn’t lying about not having any magic, so you have to do that part, but….you know…that way I can’t sell you out. Even if Belos threatened me. So….is that trustworthy?”
I stared at his outstretched hand, barely registering his words for a few seconds. Hunter…I fucking love you.
“Please. I don’t want to lose you…” He whispered.
“Well…looks like you won’t.” I smiled and drew a spell circle.
He grinned and shook my hand, sealing the everlasting oath.
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In retrospect, it was too easy. I really should have foreseen that it was just too easy. But I didn’t, so at least for a while, things were back to normal with Hunter and I. I was slightly more on my guard, and he was a bit shyer, but it wasn’t anything really noteworthy. However….Of course, problems would arise- they always do. This one was inevitable.
But the day started out normal enough. I did my usual potion-selling rounds, bought a new pair of boots…y’know, everyday stuff. The trouble came at nightfall, when I heard a pounding on the door.
I sighed and peered out the window to see Hunter- a fairly normal sight at my house. The slightly less normal part was how he looked pale and panicked.
I swung the door open.
“Hey.”
“(Y/N), you’re in danger.” He said shakily, stepping into the house.
“Wait, how?” I frowned, but he was already headed upstairs. I darted after him to see he had dragged out my duffle bag and was shoving random things into it.
“There isn’t much time- do you need these?” He said, holding up a pair of goggles.
I shrugged. “Ma-maybe. But again, what’s going on? Why do you look sick?”
“Uncle is punishing me.” He muttered. “Scrying potion.” He said louder. “I swear, I didn’t say anything…but Uncle noticed I was…I was getting lazy, not waking up as early, coming in later- he…” -Hunter swallowed hard- “He made a scrying potion.”
…And he found me.
“No. This is- this is great! Ha- brilliant.” I laughed sarcastically. I slowed though, noticing that Hunter stiffened as though bracing himself for impact….what’s that about?
He deflated as he realized I wasn’t going to hurt him- why would he even think that?!
“I’m so sorry.” He said solemnly. “You were right- being around me put you in danger.”
“Yeah. It did.” I said lamely. There wasn’t much else to say. I sighed and took the bag from Hunter, trying not to make eye contact.
“What are you gonna do?” He whispered.
“Oh, it’s simple really- I’m going to disappear, Hunter. I’m gonna vanish off the face of the Isles, never to be seen again.”
He hung his head. “...Oh. …That makes sense.”
“Oh, cheer up. I’ll write you letters.” I said with a weak smile, and finished packing.
He froze, staring me in the eyes. “You…will? You mean…you aren’t mad at me?”
“You kept your promise.” I answered simply. “You’re a good friend, Hunter…one of the best I could ever have.”
“Oh…thanks.” He swallowed. “But (Y/N)....listen, my uncle is extra mad…because of me. He’ll hurt you more than usual because…because I’m stupid.”
“What do you mean?” I frowned.
“I…Well…He found out that…I like you. You know…butterflies, blushing kind of like you….I swear I didn’t know I did! But…the main character of my book felt that way about her girlfriend, so I just…”
I blushed, waiting for him to continue.
“...the- the feelings themselves are irrelevant. The point is, my uncle found out and wants to capture you even more now. Because of me.”
I smiled despite everything- bad timing, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t cute. “Hey…I’m the one in danger, quit making it about you.” I teased.
“Uh- sorry! I-”
I took his hand. “Listen. Like you said, I don’t have a lot of time. But before I go, I need to make sure you know a few things, okay?”
He nodded.
“Cool. Number one: I won’t really even leave Bonesborough- I’ll just stay low-profile and change locations. If you need me, I won’t be far. Two: Someone needs to take care of this old teahouse- keep the demons from taking it, right? So if you want to just hang out here between missions, that’d be helpful. Three: Butterflies and blushing usually comes from a crush- you have a crush on me. That’s fair, I’m very hot. Luckily for you, the feeling is mutual, but we don’t have time for that. And lastly…I’m gonna miss you, Hunter. I’m gonna miss you a lot.”
He held my hand tighter, blushing. “I’m gonna miss you too, (Y/N). Promise you’ll send letters?”
“I promise.” I said, and pulled him into a hug.
“Stay safe, okay?” He mumbled into my shoulder.
“Same goes for you.” I chuckled.
There was a knock on the door downstairs. He stiffened. “The scouts are here.”
I hopped onto my staff and swung the window open. “In that case, I’d better get going. I’ll see you again- someday. I promise.” I smiled bittersweetly.
“See you then, I guess!” He said, leaning out the window as I flew off.
I had a location in mind, obviously…ever heard of the Owl House?
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You and Steve were running faster than you’ve ever run in your lives. You knew this was a shit idea; to come back to the US. You guys were nowhere near DC; you were somewhere in California and every police department in the goddamn country had their eye on you guys.
They called in the national army for your arrest and now you’re on the run, again.
“I fucking told you, Steve,” you grunted running down the busy street.
“I know that, I needed something from here,” he said.
“Down here!” you heard Nat cry out; there was a small opening and you two booked it jumping over cars and pushing people out of the way. You went into a construction zone and climbed the scaffolds to the top of unfinished buildings. Helicarriers with snipers shot at you as you ran on the rooftops but missed because they’re fucking idiots.
You covered your head and shrieked with every shot fired, staying close to Steve while Nat and Sam ran further up ahead. You finally were able to run down under some more scaffolds and concrete roofs and you stayed still. You could hear the helicopter circling and getting closer.
Steve grabbed your waist and pulled you against him squeezing into the panels of wood and metal bars. You breathed heavily from Steve’s close proximity and those synced footsteps by soldiers. You and Steve weren’t exactly lovers, I mean being on the run you don’t really have time to put a label on anything. But you had your fair share of cuddles and many nights spent together.
“Shit,” you whispered under your breath; you heard footsteps approaching quietly but not quiet enough for you and the super soldier.
“Baby, you gotta kill him before he kills us. I can’t get him myself you’ll have to do it,” Steve whispering in your ear.
“No, I can’t,” you panicked.
“Yes, you can, baby. Come on, he’s coming,” he kissed your temple briskly.
The man with his gun aimed and ready passed the opening you lunged forward pushing his gun down and wrapping your hand around his throat. You squeezed tightly, choking him and with your other hand covering his mouth and nose. Within seconds he fell to the floor dead in silence.
You dragged his body behind machinery and ran back to Steve tearing up. He kissed you passionately and held you close. You guys heard men trotting in rhythm up and down the perimeter and up and down the scaffolds. Your body trembled in Steve’s arms and he kissed your neck and shoulders from behind.
His hand moved slowly down your front past the waistband of your suit pants. Your eyes widened and your head snapped to look at Steve who kept his head buried in the crook of your neck kissing and biting your skin.
“Steve no, not now,” you whispered in panic.
“Sh, relax baby. I got you. God seeing you take that guy down was so hot,” his fingers circled your clit making you gasp.
“Steve,” you moaned his name.
“You gotta stay quiet else we’re gonna get caught. You want us to get caught? Have to spend the rest of lives apart rotting in a prison cell?” his words brought tears to you. You genuinely love Steve, else you wouldn’t be on the run with him. You guys have spent too long running just for you to get them caught because of how good his fingers were working you.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered.
“It’s ok, it’s ok,” he whispered in your ear. His hand went to your mouth as he dipped his finger past your entrance. You rested your own hand on top of his forearms, breathing quick and heavy through your nose.
Your moans were muffled by his hand. Steve continued whispering soft things in your ear and he had you coming undone in his arms in minutes. He retracted his fingers and pressed them to your lips of which you gladly opened your mouth to suck them staring back at him with faux innocent eyes.
“So pretty,” he kissed you.
“Can I suck your dick, please?” you turned around falling to your knees.
“No, not right now. I just needed to feel you,” Steve whispered in your neck.
“Are you ok?” you asked him cupping his face.
“Yeah, let’s go find Nat and Sam,” he grabbed your hand.
“You guys alright?” Sam said when you four finally met back up. You guys ran up and down the unfinished building for hours until you could get the chance to sneak out and run away. You guys made it into an abandoned warehouse miles away and decided to take refuge there.
You laid on the ground using Steve’s forearm as a pillow. He laid on his side legs entangled with yours and watched you grow sleepy. Your eyes felt so heavy but you seem to refuse slumber.
“Go to sleep, baby,” he whispered, brushing his knuckles on your cheek.
“No, it’s ok. I’m not tired,” you yawned making him chuckle.
He leaned down and kissed you softly before brushing his nose with yours. He was being so cuddly and lovable. He couldn’t stop touching you and you didn’t mind not one bit.
“You’re extra snuggly today,” you smiled.
“Yeah, I just….” he trailed off.
“What?”
“I could’ve lost you today.”
“But you didn’t,” you told him cupping his face.
“I know, but Y/n, I don’t want to think about it, but the life we live is more dangerous now; we don’t have anyone on our side. It’s just us. And I don’t know what I’d do without you. If anything happens and we’re torn apart, I need you to know that I love you. I love you so much,” he whispered to you.
“I love you too,” you teared up.
“Rest, baby girl. You need it,” he told you.
“Kiss goodnight?”
He pressed his lips to yours and when he went to pull away you grabbed the back of his head and pulled him back feeling him smile in this kiss.
“Gross,” Nat shouted from across the room, smirking.
You pulled away and stuck your tongue out at her like a child making everyone chuckle. For a second, just one second, things felt calm. Normal. Domestic. But just for one second.
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Let Me Go!!
Card: Dorm Uniform - SSR
Characters: Epel, Rook, Vil, Idia
Chapter 1
—INTERIOR HALLWAY—
Epel: Um... This is where the film studies club meets, right?
—CLASSROOM—
Epel: Excuse me...
Rook: Hello, Epel-kun! I see Vil asked you to lend a hand here.
Epel: I’d say it’s more like I was forced... Did he ask you too?
Rook: I’m helping on my own accord. The pleasure is all mine if I’m able to be with Vil.
(Clap, clap!)
Vil: Film studies club! Everyone gather around.
I’m going to discuss the details for when we begin our next student-produced film.
I’ll hand out the script first. Everyone, take one each.
Epel: Whoa, this script is so thick. They must really go all out with their activities here...
Vil: The next film we’re producing will be about time travel.
It’s set in the present day. The students of Night Raven College use a time machine...
And travel to the era of the Great Seven’s Fairest Queen of All.
Rook: The era of the Fairest Queen of All... How très bien!
What a fascinating idea, don’t you think, Epel-kun?
Epel: Hah... I guess.
Vil: The leading role is still undecided. I’ll let you know once I’ve chosen them.
Now, the time machine is the key item in this story... Epel!
Epel: ! Yes?!
Vil: I’m putting you in charge of designing it.
Epel: What?! I-I’m just the help. Why am I in charge of something so important...?
Vil: I’ve deemed you the most suitable for this.
Epel: (What gave him that idea?! I’ve never designed anything in my life. I want to say no...)
Vil: The time machine will use a magical wheel as a base. You’ll be customizing the exterior.
This way, we can shoot driving scenes.
Epel: You said magical wheel...?!
Vil: Yes. I’ve already arranged for one to use in our shooting.
I’ve asked Ignihyde’s dorm leader, Idia, to modify it, so you will work with him to complete it.
Epel: Got it!
Vil: ...You sounded very genuine there. Well, if you’re feeling motivated now, then that’s fine.
The theme of the time machine’s design should be “something beautiful and fitting for the setting.”
Your deadline is in three days at noon. Is that clear?
Epel: Yes, Vil-san!
(I was so reluctant about having to help out the film studies club... but I didn’t expect there to be a magical wheel involved!)
(That feeling of the passenger becoming one with the vehicle as they ride on... Just watchin’ it gets me all excited.)
(Maybe if I made a design that makes Vil-san’s jaw drop, he’d even let me take it for a test run.)
(Okay, I’m gonna do my best!!)
—IGNIHYDE DORM - LOUNGE—
Epel: I’m Epel, a first-year from Pomefiore. You’re Idia-san, right? Let’s work hard together.
Idia: Ugh... The glittery Pomefioran is here, hurray...
O-Oh, um... Vil-shi explained everything to me. We’ll use this lounge to work...
Epel: Okay, thank you.
Oh, that’s the magical wheel we’re going to modify there next to you, right? It’s so cool...!!
Idia: Hah... I only agreed to this ‘cause Vil-shi said he’d compensate me...
But working with other people... really makes me irritated by the second.
I need to finish this and go back to my room ASAP before my sanity gauge runs out.
Epel: (I know Vil-san’s taste pretty well since he’s been training me for months ever since I enrolled here.)
(I need to aim for a fancy design that goes with the setting and also satisfies Vil-san.)
Idia-san. Let’s do our best designing this magical wheel...!
Idia: Yeah. Let’s get this done as fast as we can...
Chapter 2
—IGNIHYDE DORM - LOUNGE—
Epel: It took all night... but it’s done! Idia-san, the coloring for the magical wheel is all finished.
Idia: Congrats on getting it done. You told Vil-shi you’d show it to him once it was finished, right? Shouldn’t you call him?
And end this so I can be alone.
Epel: Yes, I’ll go do that!
Epel: Here’s the magical wheel, painted to look like a time machine.
The design was inspired by the peacock engraved into the Fairest Queen of All’s favorite chair.
Vil: ......
Epel: Um... Vil-san?
Vil: Epel. Are you satisfied with this design?
Epel: What do you mean, am I satisfied...?
Vil: I ordered you to design something “beautiful and fitting for the setting.”
However, this piece conveys nothing from the creator’s heart.
You wouldn’t consider this design “beautiful,” would you?
Epel: ...! Well, I...
Vil: To me, this looks like you only tried to match the setting.
Redo it, Epel. And don’t think about coming back to the dorm until it’s finished.
Epel: What?! Vil-san, wait a seco— ...He’s gone.
...Dammit! How can he be angry that I made it exactly as he said...?!
But I get to work with a magical wheel, which I love so much. No way am I giving up after failing once!
I need to make something that I think is beautiful, that matches the setting,
And something that would make Vil-san satisfied, right?
I’m gonna do it!!
......
But what would that be...?
—IGNIHYDE DORM - IDIA’S ROOM—
Idia: Hehee! I got that kitty accessory I wanted! It’s a rare strength item that boosts my speed by 100!
Hehehe, now, the boss from this ultra-hard quest... You should tremble in fear of my dodging power.
(Running footsteps!)
(Epel barges in)
Epel: Idia-san!
Idia: Eee! E-E-E-E-Epel-shi! It’s rude to come into someone’s room without knocking!
Epel: Oh... S-Sorry.
It’s just, we have to redo the time machine...
Idia: Hah? He rejected that flashy design?
Epel: Yeah... So please help me make it over again!
Idia: (I can’t believe Vil-shi. He should’ve done this himself if he was going for something specific. Why’d he leave it to someone else?)
(I can’t stand them taking away my gaming time anymore. I gotta get this done now and chase out Epel-shi...)
H-Hey, Epel-shi. Do you have anything you’re good at?
Epel: Huh? Why are you asking?
Idia: ‘Cause wouldn’t this get done faster if Vil-shi just made it himself instead of having you make it over again?
But he still put you up to it... So shouldn’t you consider that maybe you’ve got some kind of secret talent?
In online games, leveling up skills you’re good at makes getting through the game easier.
Epel: But I’m just good at things like carving apples. I can’t really use that in desig——
(...Hm? Apples...?)
I figured it out!!
Idia: Ee! I-I-It scares me when you yell out of nowhere! Wh-What did you figure out?
Epel: I figured out what I can make that’s as beautiful and fitting for the setting as I can!
Idia: I-I’m glad to see you came up with an idea. Well, let’s get on with it then.
Epel: Huh? But you stayed up all night last night. Are you sure you shouldn’t rest a little...?
Idia: Heh, staying up all night is nothing to me. I stan a group of idols who look elderly but with hearts eternally 17...
And even Moirai on the Edge can do live performances for 72 hours straight.
We’ll prevail over this ultra-hard quest!
Epel: M-Moi...rai? I-I don’t know what that means, but let’s work hard!
(This time, we’ll make a design that Vil-sanーno, that anyone would approve of!)
Chapter 3
ーーThe day the time machine is due.
???: ...el... Epel!
—IGNIHYDE DORM - LOUNGE—
Epel: *Yawns*...?
Huh? Ahh! When did I go to sleep?! And Vil-san, what’re you doin’ here?
Vil: Your deadline is today at noon, so I came to check up on how you were doing. Honestly, I cannot believe you were sprawled out asleep on the floor.
So? Have you finished the time machine?
Epel: Oh... I did. Take a look at this!
There’s a story where the Fairest Queen of All made a poisoned apple, right?
So this time, I used that as my inspiration.
The color of the whole body represents a ripe, red, shining apple.
Like one you reach out to take without even realizing it... Anyway, I made sure it looked delicious!
Vil: Hmm... Go on.
Epel: Right. The other thing I worked especially hard on was this design that’s hidden when the machine is stopped, and only gets revealed when it starts up.
I’ll turn it on to let you see.
Vil: ! You painted the tire kept inside... Is that a skull?
Epel: Yes! One of the stories mentioned that a skull rose up before the poisoned apple the Queen made turned red...
So I added a symbol that can’t be seen from the outside unless you start it up.
This time machine is as “beautiful and fitting for the setting” as I can make it right now!
Vil: ...Allow me to ask you one thing. Why did you change to a poisoned apple?
Epel: Um... When I tried to use a peacock in my design, I honestly couldn’t tell if it was good or bad...
But then I thought, no one would be able to resist a design that makes apples look appealin’...!!
Vil: ......
...Heh. You finally came up with a design that reflects you.
Epel: ...! Yeah!
Vil: Now, I will leave you with the keys to this magical wheel.
Epel: Huh? Why me?
Vil: I’m heading back to our set. You’ll deliver the machine to the film studies club yourself.
You have until noon to bring it, just as we discussed. Don’t be late. Understood?
(Vil leaves)
Epel: ...If he was in such a rush, he could’ve just taken it himself... Wait, hold on?!
Does this mean I can ride it back to the set... maybe?
AHH~! ALL RIGHT!!
Idia: Ugh... Epel-shi, you’re too loud... Your voice is ringing through my sleep-deprived head...
Epel: Oh! S-Sorry, Idia-san.
I’ve always wanted a magical wheel... And I get to ride one I designed myself. I just can’t believe it...
Alright, let’s get to the school building!
—MAIN STREET—
Film Studies Student A: Hm...? What’s that? There’s something coming towards us from the front gate.
Rook: That is a magical wheel. And the one driving it is... Monsieur Cherry Apple, Epel-kun.
Film Studies Student A: It’s so glossy, like a real apple... And his Pomefiore uniform looks so nice. It’s beautiful!
Film Studies Student B: Driving that machine, Epel-kun’s got a radiance that’s different from his usual frail beauty.
Film Studies Student C: Yeah. That piercing cold look and his unconsciously curled-up lips... I’m so drawn to it; I can’t look away.
Rook: Did you hear that, Vil? Everyone is praising Epel-kun!
Vil: Hehe, these potatoes’ reactions are perfect.
Epel: Oh... There he is! Vil-san! Just as promised, I’m here to deliver this.
Let me stop the machine... Okay. Well, I’ll get going now.
Vil: Hold it, Epel. Stay right there.
Film studies club, your attention! I have an announcement to make regarding our next film.
For our undecided leading role... I’ve decided to cast Epel right here.
Epel: Wh... What?!
Vil: You all saw how he looked riding that time machine, yes?
I believe there’s no better person out there more suited for this role. Are there any objections?
Rook: It’s true, the sight of him riding that time machine up here almost felt like a scene from a movie.
Film Studies Student B: Yeah! Hats off to you for how dashing you looked. I’ll let you have my seat today.
Epel: W-Wait a second. I thought I was just helping with the design——
Vil: I’ve already made up my mind. I’ll thoroughly train you to be an actor, so do prepare yourself.
Now, you must do a costume fitting. Costume committee, take Epel to our club room.
Costume Committee: Okay!
Epel: I-I still haven’t said anything about doing th—let me go!!
Vil: ...I see now how drastically the sparkle in his eyes changes depending on whether he’s interested or not. Honestly. He’s a difficult apple to deal with.
Rook: Epel-kun was shining like a completely different person than he was yesterday, yes...
But perhaps were you anticipating this finale from the start?
Vil: Well, now. Who’s to say?
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COSMIC - S1:E2; Chapter Two, The Weirdo On Maple Street - [Pt. 2]
A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series
𝘠/𝘯, 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴, 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯.
|| 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||
Lucas, Dustin and I take our seats once we get to class.
"Oh, that can't be good." I sigh, gesturing to Mike's empty seat.
"Yeah, he's never this late," Dustin added.
"I'm telling you, his stupid plan failed," Lucas stated.
"I thought you liked his plan?"
"Yeah, but obviously it's stupid, or he'd be here."
"If his mom found out a girl spent the night—" Dustin began.
"He's in deep shit right about now."
Dustin shifted in his seat, and leaned forward, whispering loud enough for us to hear. "Hey, what if she slept naked?"
"Ugh!" My face screws into a sour, disgusted look aimed at my brother, unintentionally speaking at the same time as Lucas. "Why would she do that, Dustin?"
"Oh, my God, she didn't."
"Oh, if Mrs. Wheeler tells our parents..."
The thought of Mom finding out was enough to elicit an anxious groan from me, and I let my forehead fall against desk where I buried my face.
"No way. Mike would never rat us out."
I hesitantly looked up, making eye contact with Lucas. He gave me a reassuring smile, knowing I worry easily.
"I don't know." Dustin said warily.
"All that matters is, after school, the freak will be back in the loony bin, and we can focus on what really matters, finding Will." I frown at his specific choice of words for El, thinking back on how scared she seemed last night. I desperately want to say something, but decided against it, not wanting to get in a fight. Fighting won't get us any closer to finding Will.
|| 𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||
Mike Wheeler rides his bike down the small slope of grass towards his front yard. When El refused to let Mike's mom know she was there, Mike had no choice but to resort to plan b. He had led his mom to believe that he had ridden to school when in reality he had stopped around the corner until both his parents were gone.
When he got to the driveway, he dismounted his bike and led it into the garage, however something caught his eye. He stared in awe as the once withered and frankly the most miserable looking plant he had ever seen in his life, was now a beautiful lush green and stood as tall his knees. 'How had Y/n done it?'
It took a solid moment for Mike to gather his thoughts and focus on the task at hand. He parked his bike and made his way inside.
⊹ ⊹ ⊹
"You want anything to drink?" Mike decided to take advantage of the empty house so that he could show El around. "We have OJ, skim milk... What else? Um, we have..."
Mike trailed off when he saw that El was more fascinated with the things in his living room, mostly his TV set.
"Oh, this is my living room. It's mostly just for watching TV."
El lightly traced her fingers around the frame of the TV as she examined it.
"Nice, right? It's a 22-inch.
That's, like, ten times bigger than Dustin's."
El turned her head and said quietly.
"Y/n."
"Well, yeah of course. Y/n too."
"Y/n. Brother?" She asked, making sure she remembered correctly.
"Yeah!" Mike smiled, then lightly shrugged. "Well, technically adopted. But yeah, they're still brothers."
El's brows furrowed in confusion.
"Ad-adopted?"
"Yeah, um, it means that he came from different parents. Mrs. Henderson adopted him because his parents were unable to take care of him. It's funny actually, Y/n is from Hawkins. Or at least that's where they found him. They didn't used to live in Hawkins; I don't know much about it cause Dustin was so young he doesn't remember any of it, but I think him and his mom were visiting family here and they just... found him, I think? I'm pretty sure that's why they moved here, or something."
El seemed to understand as she thought about it. She then turned to look at the all the pictures on top of the fireplace. She slowly walks to the fireplace and steps up onto the brick platform. She gazes at all the family photos. Particularly, the photo beside the one of Mike; of a smiling girl, a little older than herself, with long brown hair and a pink sweater.
She smiles longingly and speaks in a soft voice. "Pretty."
"I guess." Mike's face is contorted in confusion and a little in disgust.
"That's my sister Nancy. And that's baby Holly." He said as she moved to the slightly larger photo of a young baby. She then moved along to a photo with Mike, Nancy, and Holly, along with two other people she didn't recognize.
"And those are my parents. What are your parents like?" As usual, El says nothing and she steps down from the fireplace and walks up to a large green chair.
"Do they live close?" Mike continued. He notices El run her hand along the top of the plush green chair. "That's our La-Z-Boy. It's where my dad sleeps. You can try it if you want." He offers. El looked up at him, intrigued. "Yeah." He assured her, with a warm smile on his face. She cautiously sits down as Mike kneels down beside the chair. "It's fun!"
She looked to Mike, wondering what he is up to.
"Just trust me, okay?" She gives a quick nod, and braces herself, not knowing what to expect. She is taken aback by the sudden collapse of the chair, she is now laying down and the chair is rocking back and forth. She lets out a gasp, and then a nervous chuckle.
"See? Fun, right?"
With one hand on the back of the chair, and the other on the front, he brings the chair back into its default position. "Now you try."
With a small smile on her face, and feeling more confident she leans over the side and pulls the handle, letting her entire body go flying backward into a slow rock. Mike and El both look at each other and laugh gleefully.
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Some random rock song on the radio that Jonathan barely recognized came to an end as Jonathan Byers drove to his dad's house. His eyes darted to the radio unit in his car for a moment as his heart fell when the familiar sound of "Should I Stay or Should I Go" rang throughout the car.
- 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -
"Darlin', you got to let me know"
Jonathan is sat on the edge of the bed next to his younger brother Will. The two of them are in Will's room, bobbing their heads along to 'Should I Stay or Should I Go' by The Clash.
"Should I stay or should I go?"
"You like it?" Jonathan had to raise his voice so he could be heard over the loud song. Will looks to his older brother and grins.
"Yeah, it's cool!"
"All right, you can keep the mix if you want."
"Really?"
"Yeah, really. All the best stuff's on there. Joy Division, Bowie, Television, The Smith's... It'll totally change your life."
"Yeah, totally," Will says with a smile. However, the smile is quick to leave when the two boys hear their mother yelling on the phone.
"Where the hell are you, Lonnie?"
Will slowly turns his head to the door, listening to his mother yell at his absent father.
"I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear it." Jonathan mimics his brother's actions and looks to the door. Finally, he gets up and walks towards the door.
"This is ridiculous! I'm so sick of your excuses.
"One day is fine and next is black"
Before Jonathan sits down, he lowers the volume on the stereo.
"He's not coming, is he?"
"Do you even like baseball?" Jonathan asks softly.
"No, but... I don't know." He shrugs sadly. "It's fun to go with him sometimes."
"Come on. Has he ever done anything with you that you actually like? You know, like the arcade or something?"
Will shrugs his shoulders weakly. "I don't know."
"No, all right? He hasn't. He's trying to force you to like normal things. And you shouldn't like things because people tell you you're supposed to. Okay?"
Will only looks down at his feet sadly.
"Especially not him."
Will silently nods his head in understanding.
Jonathan decided to change the subject.
"But you like The Clash? For real?"
Will nods his head eagerly with a smile. "For real. Definitely."
"So... is Y/n a fan of The Clash?" Jonathan asks, genuinely curious.
A faint blush dusts Will's cheeks as he looks down at his hands. "Um, yeah, I think so."
"Maybe you should show this to him. I bet he'll like it."
"Maybe. You think?"
"Yeah, from what I know, he has great taste. He's pretty cool."
A loving smile spreads across Will's face. "Yeah, he is pretty cool."
There's a small pause filled only with the now dulled melody of drums and guitar drifting through the air. They had talked about it before, but only vaguely, never fully addressing it and it dawned on Jonathan that there was probably still loads of fear for Will because of it. He looks down at his brother who he loved more than anything and sent him an encouraging, honest smile.
"Will, you guys are best friends. You two are just too close to ruin the friendship. Why don't you think about asking him to the arcade or something? Just the two of you, maybe come back here for some mac and cheese or something if that'd make you feel safer, and you could " he shrugs. "let him know how you feel?"
Will looked up at his brother, shocked. But his body was flushed with relief, he could feel the air in the room hitting his sweaty and clammey skin giving him chills. Not quite knowing how to handle his brothers reaction, his eyes simply fall to his hands where they fidgeting in his lap.
"But what if that does ruin the friendship? What if he doesn't feel the same way, and decides to stop hanging out with me. Or if someone finds out- I just- I just can't. I'm not ready."
"That's okay. All I'm saying is, he is way too nice to be the kind of person who would do that. And you are way too important to him. And hey, if you ever do feel ready, or you guys do go out in the future..." Jonathan trails off, sensing the awkwardness creep up. He chuckles and looks back to his brother.
"All I'm trying to say is, I'm here for you. Always."
Will smiles gratefully and Jonathan leans forward to the volume back up.
"Should I stay or should I go? So you gotta let me know, should I stay or should I go?"
- 𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -
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hi! I just read “all bark no bite” and omg it was so good!! looking forward to more of your writing and possible a part 2 if you get the chance!
Thank you!!!!!😃🧡 Your wish is my command!
All Bark No Bite (pt. 2)
Bakugo angst + sexual tensionnnn
Read part 1 here
wc: 3k
I hope this is as fun for you to read as it is for me to write! Also why is he 👇 this fineee for no reason.
The next morning, you woke up trying to convince yourself it was all a dream...or a nightmare. But the way you could still feel the softness of his fingers around your neck completely contradicted your wishes. You also had to keep wiping little smiles off your face throughout your entire morning routine. You tried to combat them by listing all the things you hated about Bakugo but it was helpless. Every train of thought ended with the shape of his lips and how nicely they molded with yours.
You and Mina walked to class together and you swore she’d developed a mind reading quirk. You felt her eyes on you like a blazing sun. Although this was really all in your head. She only asked “are you okay?” because you kept looking at her like you’d committed a hate crime.
You and Bakugo didn’t look at each other once during class. No leg shaking, pen stealing or insults. Not even a well timed scoff when you were called on to answer a question. You tried your best to clear your mind and forget everything that had occurred in that hall last night. After a while of this torture you even were having a little bit of success.
But of course your peace was ruined as you walked to lunch. He couldn’t let you have anything. And of course he wasn’t going to leave you alone.
“Hey Little Bite, I hear we get to pick our groups for combat training today. All Might is going to make me a team captain, obviously. So if you want to be on my team let me know. I mean I assume you don’t wanna lose. You just gotta ask me nicely.” His usual cocky tone crept under your skin.
You desperately tried to ignore him as he followed you. Each footstep he started gaining on you being more annoying than the last. But what really did it was the pencil he threw at your head.
“Please, actively do not pick me.”
He ignored your objection and continued on his line of bullshit.
“I suppose I could take you. Your quirk would be useless, I’m all the attack power we’d need to win but I could use you as a decoy or something.”
You rolled your eyes. “I don’t want to be on a team with you, moron. Your pea brain doesn’t know how to do anything but blow shit up. You’re like an explosive cave man. Besides being too close to you for too long makes me wanna vomit.”
He cackled. You knew exactly what he was thinking and immediately regretted your words.
“That’s weird—“
You picked up a rock from the ground and threw it at his head. But he just caught it and made it explode with a smug look on his face.
“Ugh. I cannot stand you.” You groaned.
“You sure about that?” He said with a suggestive eyebrow.
He was so hot....it made you want to punch him in the throat. Without thinking you shrugged off your backpack and swung it at his face. His reflexes bested you again though and he caught the bag, yanking it from you. The force was harder than you expected, it sent you flying into his chest. You both tumbled to the ground and landed shoulder to shoulder. Your skull hit a small rock with a wack. Rubbing the back of your head, shooting pain surfaced.
“Ow!! That fucking hurt dumbass!”
“Sor—“
You swung your arm, aiming to kill, and hit him in the stomach.
It must have really knocked the wind out of him because he made a loud grunting noise that hinted at his surprise. It wasn’t often people got to land a punch on Katsuki Bakugo. King Explosion Murder.
“Do that shit again Little Bite! You’ll regret it!” He grabbed your wrist, attempting to clear a way to get you back. You both started wresting trying to punch each other in the gut. Literally rolling around in the grass in a red hot death match of who could out curse the other.
“Omg, are you guys about to kiss right now?” Mina teased from out of absolutely nowhere, scaring the shit out of you.
You both froze solid as the blood drained from your face. She knew about last night? How did she find out?!
“You told her!?” Bakugo’s entire face was contorting through a whole range of emotions. Shock, horror, embarrassment, accusation, cheekiness, embarrassment again.
“What!?” You panicked. “No! I didn’t!” You swear you didn’t. You replayed your whole morning in your head just to double check.
You turned to your pink friend. Her eyes were wide and her mouth fell open. You watched the gears turn in her head as she realized she’d stumbled upon a miraculously juicy discovery.
“OH. MY. GOD!!! No freaking way!!” She squealed unable to contain herself.
She started blabbering as she attempted to cope with this information. She had absolutely no idea what to do with it.
Your stomach fell as you realized this fatal error. Wait....this wasn’t your error. You pushed him off you and you both scrambled to your feet.
“This is your fault! Why’d you say that!” You shoved a finger in Bakugo’s chest. Which actually hurt because....he’s solid.
“Don’t yell at me!” He yelled back at an even louder volume.
Mina started running around in little circles. “They kissed!!!” She then abruptly stopped in her tracks and you watched a lightbulb flicker on.
No.....
“KIRISHIMA!!!! KAMINARI!!!” She screamed as she ran toward the cafeteria.
“MINA DONT YOU FUCKING DA—“ Bakugo exploded into a full sprint to chase her down. But she was like a rocket.
You chased after them desperately trying to reconcile all this is your mind. But it was no use, your brain was melting. Everyone was about to find out. The relentless jokes...they would never end. You could die right here.
Both of them ran so fast you fell horribly behind. By the time you rounded the corner and caught up to them a whole event had already taken place.
Bakugo was screaming on the top of his lungs. You could practically see the steam coming off the top of his head.
Kaminari was standing there in his stupid form with a half torn shirt. Jesus, what did Bakugo do to him?
Mina and Kirishima were laying on the ground, their face covered in tears. They were laughing so hard no sounds were even coming out.
“Oh my god,” Mina squeaked out between gasps for air, “Bakugo has a crush.”
“It’s so adorable!” Kirishima said wiping the tears from his eyes as he attempted to stop laughing. With no success, they both bursted again after seeing Bakugo slamming his fists into the grass. The teasing was making him want to rip his eyes out. He couldn’t stand it.
“Shut up Kirishima!!!” He jumped on top of his friend and started repeatedly banging his head into the ground. Of course this did absolutely nothing to the hard head. It just made him laugh even more.
Poor Denki just stood there drooling with a little smile on his face and giggling.
You were frozen. Stunned. It was like watching a comedy movie in which you were the punchline.
But all the laughs fell a silent as a furious voice cut through the air.
“What is this.” It wasn’t a question. Mr. Aizawa looked like he hadn’t slept in three days and this used up his last bit of patience.
“Bakugo. Get off him immediately.” He growled.
You knew how this looked. Bakugo was attacking Kirishima after successfully making Kaminari fry his own brain. Your friends’ laughter wasn’t enough to hide Bakugo’s apparent violence even if it was over something as stupid as a kiss. Mr. Aizawa couldn’t possibly know that.
“I overlooked your behavior yesterday, picking a fight with Miss. y/n. But now attacking your other classmates as well? This is violent behavior is unacceptable.”
“Mr. Aizawa—“ Kirishima tried to defend his friend but it was no use.
“Not another word.” Your teacher was glaring at Bakugo with laser beams.
The hot head just stood there in silence with a scowl on his face and two tightly clenched fists. He was really just going to take the heat for everyone? No arguments?
“I’m putting you on house arrest for the rest of the day. No more classes and no combat training.” You watched the dagger go through Bakugo’s chest. Today was going to be offensive training with All Might. You knew he was looking forward to it. Guilt punched your core.
“Mr. Aizawa wait. I’m the one who picked a fight with him yesterday. I challenged him. He shouldn’t get into trouble because of me.” You shuffled toward him timidly. He was scary when he was like this.
Everyone looked at you in surprise. They all knew it was true, that you’d egged him on. And he wouldn’t be raging right now if you hadn’t kissed, so today was also partially your fault. But they were truly surprised because you normally would revel in Bakugo getting scolded. But you weren’t fucking evil. And this wasn’t Bakugo’s fault at all...although he really needed to get his fucking temper in check. Idiot.
“Is that true?” Aizawa asked Bakugo.
The hot head took a deep breath. “Does that sound like me at all? I’d never give into her weak attempts at baiting me. I fought her because I wanted to.”
Your eyes popped out at his words. He lied. Why the fuck would he do that?
Mr. Aizawa escorted Bakugo to the dorms, lecturing the entire way.
“This sucks.” Kirishima said with a frown.
“I know. I feel so bad!” Mina cried sadly.
You had no words. The four of you walked to lunch with drooping heads. You held Kaminari’s hand the whole way until his brain recharged.
Recalling you’d left your backpack in the quad you ran back to get it. Upon arrival you realized Bakugo’s backpack was also there. He wouldn’t even have his stuff with him to finish homework or study during house arrest. You groaned. This guilt was horrible. It ate at you for rest of the day. The rest of your friends didn’t feel any better. And combat training wasn’t the same for you without that familiar sound of explosions going off in the background. It actually made the class feel kind of empty.
As usual at the end of the day you sat in the common area with the rest of the girls.
“So...is it true y/n?” Ochaco poked hesitantly.
You glared at Mina. Loose lips as usual.
“Sorry y/n. I talk when I’m stressed.” Mina cried only kind of regretful.
You sighed. You didn’t have the heart to actually be upset with her. You were the villain here. Getting Bakugo into so much trouble.
“Yea.” You huffed out. Talking about it made you cringe. It was like admitting your sworn rival had defeated you somehow. Even if you sort of didn’t mind the way he did it...
“What was it like?” Mina asked excited for the details.
“Is he a good kisser?” Ochaco added.
Your mind fell into a fog as you replayed the kiss again. Your skin went electric as you remembered the feel of his hands on your waist and those noises he was making. His lips wrapped around yours....
“Oh my god...Ochaco shes in love!” Mina concluded from you zoning out for what ended being like 15 seconds of you staring into space with a little smile on your face. She was practically singing.
“I am not!” You yelled flustered.
“Why are so many people yelling today?” Kirishima chuckled as he rounded the corner to join the couch.
“So is he mad?” Mina’s voice had changed into the sad one from earlier.
“I don’t know. Every time I knock he just tells me to go away. But that’s not that different from normal honestly.” He smiled. Their friendship was so odd.
Suddenly his backpack flashed through your mind. It was sitting in your room.
You got up to leave. You tried to be sneaky about it as they discussed how to cheer the victim up. But to no avail, they’d never let you sneak off again.
“Where you going huh?” Mina’s voice was painfully suggestive.
“To my room!”
“Uh huh, we’ve heard that one before.”
You stuck your tongue at her.
Kirishima twisted to face you over the back of the couch. “So if I ask Bakugo tomorrow if he saw you tonight he’s gonna say no, right?” Who knew he could be this ruthless. No mercy.
You pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration. You’d been cornered.
“Look. He left his backpack earlier and I’m just going to give it to him! Jeez do you want to do it or something Kiri?” You were seething.
“Nahh, you should do it. He’ll just yell at me to go away again.” He winked. It made you cringe again.
You could peel your skin off from this teasing. But you know someone who hated it even more. You knew that’s why he wouldn’t let Kirishima into his room.
You ran off before they could crack any more jokes.
On your way to the elevators you heard a creepy cackle come from somewhere. You spun around, alarmed, as a “what the fuck” escaped your lips. Your eyes landed on one eyeball peeking through the crack of a doorway.
“Can I get a kiss too?” The voice was wet with drool and lust. “Just one?”
“I will kick your face in Mineta.”
The door quickly shut. Did Mina tell the fucking whole class!?
With more haste now you stormed to your room to get the stupid backpack that was causing you so many problems and made your way to your other problem’s door.
Before you knocked you realized your hands were shaking. Nervous? Seriously, over this moron? You shook it off with resolve and knocked.
“Fuck off Denki, for the hundredth fucking time I’m busy!” A gruff voice yelled from behind the door.
“Oh please, busy with what?” You retorted reflexively. Earlier you had decided you were going to try to be nicer but that sentiment wore off as soon as you heard his annoying voice.
The door swung open.
“What do you want?” He said with a raised eyebrow.
Your mind went blank. He was leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. Of course it made his biceps look better than normal. He was wearing a black t-shirt that made his skin look perfectly tanned and was snug in all the right places. And why did he always smell so good damn. Today it was like vanilla and woodsy aftershave.
Stop staring. Stop staring. Speak bitch.
“Here’s your backpack. You should keep better track of it. I had to carry it around all day. That’s annoying.” You tossed it at him.
Why couldn’t you say anything nice? He took the heat for everyone. It’s like your mouth was rebelling against you.
He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Maybe you should work out more weakling.”
Panic panged in your chest as he started to shut the door in your face.
“Wait—“ you stopped it with your hand.
He paused. Mild interest dawned his brow.
“Why—why did you lie?”
“What?”
“To Mr. Aizawa. You could have told him it was my fault.”
“What do you care?” He pressed. His tone always managed to infuriate you.
You spun on your heels and started to walk away. “Nevermind.”
“Because I felt bad. You hurt your stupid head.”
You’d forgotten about that with all the guilt that had been overrunning your head. It didn’t even hurt anymore. You were surprised he’d even noticed.
“Oh.”
“But obviously you’re fine now so I guess it was all for nothing.” He added quickly trying to sound indignant.
The guilt punched you again. Especially now that you were face to face with him. He didn’t even look mad. He actually looked calm. And he looked good. You tried to deny your attraction to him. But flashes of his hand on your waist started invading your mind again. You could feel him wrapped around your neck. The way he was gentle and rough at the same time.
“Instead of just standing there you could actually make yourself useful. You owe me anyways.”
You snapped out of it trying not to look flustered. You shot him a confused and slightly offended look.
“Fill me in on what I missed in class...” he explained. He wouldn’t make direct eye contact though.
“Are you saying you need my help?” You had to do it. You couldn’t not take an opportunity.
“Tch. Obviously no—“
“Let’s do it. Move.” You said as you pushed past him into his room. Your hand made full contact with his abs and you felt that heat again.
He shut the door behind you and your heart started off like a race horse as you heard him lock it.
You suspected it was to lock the other boys out. God forbid they catch you in his room after all this.
Shit....you were in his room. Alone. With your hot head. The day after he kissed you. The evening after he took all the fury of Mr. Aizawa for you and moments after he asked you to help him study even though he gets way better grades than you.
He cleared a spot for you to sit on his bed and then leaned back into his chair with his hands locked behind his head. His flexing muscles were distracting you again.
“You better actually remember everything.”
“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes at him.
His words were supposed to rile you but the way he looked at you, like he was secretly loving that you were here was making your stomach flutter. You could feel your face red and you prayed he wouldn’t notice. At this rate you were going to throw yourself at him before he had the chance to kiss you again. As long as you two didn’t start fighting again first.....
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💥 YES there will be a pt 3!!! 💥
It’s going to be called “sTuDyiNg” HAHA (hint: Bakugo doesn’t actually wanna study “dumbass”)
Update: Pt.3 is up now!! Read it here
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These Four Years
Ted Nivison x reader [they/them used]
The First Semester of Freshman Year
The curtain drew closed as the audience roared with applause. y/n rolled their wrists in the sweaty gloves. They were happy to be done with running the fly system, knowing they wouldn’t have to do it again until possibly spring. A group of actors walked by, whispering to themselves as they walked towards the green room. All y/n had to do for the night was strike props and a few other necessities, but they couldn’t do that until the audience was gone.
The house lights came up, and they could see a bit more backstage. There were some tech and actors milling about, talking about this and that. They weaved in and out of set pieces to talk to each other. y/n looked expectantly stage right to watch their friend cross over the floor to them.
Every single night since tech week had begun, every time they got a break or the show ended, Ted would cross to stage left and help y/n strike props and watch as they used the fly rail. He had never been trained, for some reason, but he always had an interest in watching the pieces fly in and out.
“Hey.” Ted stood awfully close to y/n, talking just loud enough they could hopefully not be picked up by the remaining audience members. “Any extra drama tonight?”
“Oh you know. Three prop guys got mad that they had to fix the books because they weren’t glued properly.”
“Wouldn’t that be their fault?”
“Yep.” Ted followed y/n back over to the fly rail as more stage lights came on. The audience had died out by now, and everyone who was trained readied their ropes to fly. The assistant stage manager motioned to y/n and they gripped the ropes harder. “Line 24 flying out!”
Ted cheered silently. “Yeaaahhhhhh you got it.”
y/n laughed as they watched the set piece fly into the air. They turned around, locked the rope in place, then took off their gloves and set them on the designated spot. “Help me take chairs?”
“Of course.”
y/n and Ted spent roughly twenty minutes carrying folding chairs off stage. They took rolling set pieces and set them along the fly rail, taking special care to line them all up in a neat row. As the left over actors and tech milled about, Ted struck up conversation.
“Musical next, right? Hoping for anything?”
“I think I’ll like chorused I can get in. You?”
“I’m aiming for romantic lead. I want the 6th graders who come see the show to think I’m amazing.”
y/n laughed. “Yeah right. We’ll see how amazing you are when you try and chug apple cider.”
“Who said I’m chugging apple cider?”
“I heard Kai talking about it during intermission. He’s pretty loud.”
“Ugh. Fine you caught me. Wanna join us?”
“Absolutely I do.” y/n smiled at Ted and looked out over the stage. There was a group of people beginning to sit in a large circle on the painted floor. They looked back to ted. “Is it before or after the gathering?”
“After. Gotta let everyone else have some first.”
“Right right.” y/n looked at the table that was being set out. It had a nice table cloth layed over and there were countless bottles of apple cider. “Is this tradition? It just feels kind of sad.”
“It is.” Ted shrugged as he put his hands in his pockets. “But I mean it’ll be sad when we do it. Why not be a little sad right now?”
“I barely know these people. If anything I’d just sit awkwardly and do nothing.”
“Not nothing. Apple cider. And maybe mop when someone spills again.”
The two watched the gaggle of students almost complete the circle, beckoning everyone else over to either sit or stand. “Might as well. It’ll be us someday.”
“Like that’ll ever happen. Race y’a.” Ted pushed y/n slightly, running over to fall into a spot next to an upperclassmen still in costume. y/n laughed, sitting down in the spot next to him.
The Second Semester of Freshman Year
#ted nivision#ted nivison#ted nivison x reader#chuckle sandwich#chuckle sammy#chuckle sandwich x reader#smp live
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PROMPT #1
Based on this prompt - Malec au, University students. Alec is a med student, Magnus fashion design. Alec is trying to study anatomy for an exam but is struggling to remind the bones and ligaments of the body. Magnus offers to be his human naked (with boxers because 'you know how we get magnus') model.
“Why did I choose biology again?” Alec asked.
“Is that a rhetorical question or do you want me to answer that?” Magnus questioned, lying on his bed, his sketch papers and pencils sprawled all around him.
“It is,” Alec replied. “But why would I do this to myself!!”
“Listen to me,” Magnus pinned a pencil behind his ear. “Because you come from a family of surgeons, and you want to make them proud? But I think it’s mostly because you genuinely enjoy healing people and saving lives?”
“Ugh,” Alec groaned. “Why did I have to be such a good guy?”
Magnus laughed.
“You know, I should have been an arsonist or something. I have pretty good aim,” Alec pondered out loud. “But no. I had to choose this instead. Stupid, Alec!”
“Alright. Alright,” Magnus sat up on his bed. “What’s wrong, you drama queen?”
“I have an anatomy test on Friday,” Alec sighed. “And I can’t seem to remember all the names.”
“That’s it?” Magnus asked.
“What do you mean that’s it?” Alec demanded. “Do you know we have 206 bones in the human body? Why do we even need so many??”
“I hope that’s a rhetorical question too,” Magnus chuckled. “Considering you’re going to be a surgeon and all.”
“At this rate, the only way I’m getting into a hospital is as a patient because of all the stress,” Alec closed his book dramatically. “Please make sure they have a closed casket at my funeral.”
“Okay. I’m sure it’s not that bad-”
“206 bones, Magnus!” Alec yelled. “206 bones! Why couldn’t we just have like 12 or something?”
“That would make us very grotesque,” Magnus grimaced. “And then I won’t be able to design us all these pretty clothes.”
“How is your project coming?” Alec asked, not wanting to hog the conversation. “You finished with the design?”
“Nope,” Magnus giggled and helped up a piece of paper. “But I did do a nice sketch of Harry and Draco.”
“He has his mother’s eyes,” Alec giggled back.
“Alright, we got this,” Magnus jumped off the bed. “How many do you know for now?”
“Let’s see,” Alec pouted. “First, you have the paired bones in the skull. They make a total of 28 bones. Nasal, Lacrimal, Maxillary, Zygomatic, Temporal, Palatine, Parietal, Malleus, Incus and Stapes.”
“How do I know you aren’t lying?” Magnus raised an eyebrow. “You could be naming different kinds of spiders for all I know.”
“Why in the world would I know eleven kinds of spiders?” Alec rolled his eyes.
“Okay that’s valid,” Magnus shrugged. “And then what?”
“Well, then we have the torso bones – which are basically the ribs. There are 52 bones there. And I got those covered.”
“See?” Magnus patted him on the shoulder and Alec shuddered at the touch. “It’s not that bad. You are already know like most of them.”
“No,” Alec said. “I need to memorize the appendicular skeleton.”
“How many there?” Magnus asked.
“126,” Alec groaned.
“Yikes,” Magnus winced. “Well…Maybe it has one of those anagrams? Like you know a song that helps you remember these kind of stuff?”
“For 126 bones?” Alec rolled his eyes. “It’s gonna be bloody long song.”
“Hmmm,” Magnus put his hands on his hips. “Do you have one of those skeleton thingies?”
“A what?”
“A skeleton thingy,” Magnus repeated. “Medical students have them, don’t they? I think the visualization helps you memorize the bones or something.”
“Oh, those,” Alec said in realization. “Yeah those are expensive as fuck.”
“Isn’t there one in the biology lab?” Magnus asked. “I swear I’ve seen Simon practicing his flirting skills on one of those.”
“Yeah, we are not allowed to borrow them,” Alec muttered.
“Oh,” Magnus frowned.
“But we could steal it!!!” Alec said suddenly.
“Alec, no!”
“Think about it,” Alec said encouragingly. “If we don’t get caught, then I can study for my exam. If we get caught, then I don’t have to sit for my exam at all. It’s a win-win, Magnus!”
“Okay nobody is stealing anything,” Magnus showed a threatening finger. “You are not getting suspended again. I can’t let Raphael move into our dorm room. He is an ass. And he doesn’t appreciate my fashion sense like you do.”
“But you look good in everything you wear,” Alec said quietly.
“Right?” Magnus asked. “I’m not losing this. Nope. Okay I think have a solution for you.”
“You are willing to sacrifice your life so I can practice on your skeleton?” Alec asked dryly.
“Let's hope it doesn’t have to come to that,” Magnus laughed nervously. “But how about you just practice on my regular body?”
Alec blinked. “What?”
Magnus just took off his shirt in one move and Alec coughed loudly. “I mean, you can’t see my bones. But you can probably feel them.”
“I...What?”
Magnus reached out, grabbed Alec’s hand and placed it above his chest. “Which one is that?”
“Hhhh,” Alec said.
“What’s that?”
“That’s the pectoral girdle,” Alec cleared his throat. “This is your clavicle. And this is the scapula. And right here, in the middle of your chest is the sternum.”
“Sounds sexy,” Magnus chuckled. “Okay, what’s next?”
“Are you…Are you sure you want to do this?” Alec asked hesitantly.
“I don’t mind,” Magnus shrugged and then looked alarmed. “Do you…Do you not want to-”
“No. No,” Alec said quickly. “I do want your help. I just…I just wanted to know if you’re comfortable.”
“I’m comfortable,” Magnus smiled.
“Okay. Alright. Then let’s do this,” Alec smiled back.
“If we are going to do this, then let’s do this properly,” Magnus announced and took off his jeans without another word.
He was wearing tight black boxers underneath. Not the cute ones like Alec wore.
These were sexy.
Who wears sexy underwear on a Wednesday afternoon? Sexy underwear is only for special occasions, goddamnit!
“Oh god,” Alec gulped.
“Pardon?” Magnus asked, throwing his jeans on his bed.
“I said Thank God!” Alec corrected quickly.
“We got this,” Magnus grinned and laid down on Alec’s bed. Now it’s gonna smell like fucking sandalwood.
Alec already had trouble sleeping at night knowing that Magnus slept just a couple of meters away. This was not going to make things better.
“I’m waiting, Dr. Lightwood!” Magnus called.
Alec bit his lip. This man knew exactly what buttons to push.
Just be a professional, Alec. You just gotta be a professional.
Mercifully there was a knock on the door.
“Hold on,” Alec held up a finger.
He opened the door and sighed.
“What?”
“Can I borrow your notes from Monday?” Jace asked. “I need to-”
He blinked at Magnus and before he could speak, Alec pushed him out of the room and closed the door behind him.
“Um, why is Magnus half-naked on your bed?” Jace asked.
He couldn’t tell the truth. He knew Jace had to study too. What if he wanted to study with Alec?
Nope. Not happening.
“He is…sunbathing,” Alec answered.
“Inside the room???”
“He doesn’t want to go outside,” Alec explained, trying to sound casual. “He is…shy.”
“He can’t go outside,” Jace said incredulously. “Alec, it’s fucking snowing.”
Fuck. One look at Magnus and Alec had literally forgotten all sense of time and place.
“Exactly,” Alec said, trying to cover up. “That’s why he is sunbathing in the room.”
“But there is no sun. It’s hidde-”
“Don’t you have an exam to study for?” Alec demanded. “I’ll email you the notes. Now, off you go!”
Jace gave him a suspicious look before walking off. “I will get to the bottom of this!!”
Alec rolled his eyes and went back inside the dorm.
“The doctor will see you now,” Alec managed with a straight face before bursting out with laugher.
“Get over here, you dork!” Magnus laughed with him.
Alec sat down on the bed, his body now only inches away from Magnus’.
Alec hesitated. But Magnus reached out and took his palm and placed it on his abdomen.
“And what is this called?” Magnus asked.
Alec’s breath hitched.
Alec couldn’t believe this was actually happening. He couldn’t believe this was real.
Magnus’ skin felt warm – even though it was apparently snowing outside.
He knew he was supposed to focus on the bones. But Alec couldn’t help but focus on all of it.
The line of sunburn just above the waistband of his boxers.
The birthmark right next to his bellybutton.
The way his stomach moved up and down with every breath, the movement almost hypnotic to the eyes.
Alec was so focused (or out of focus?) that he didn’t even realize he hadn’t spoken in over a minute.
“You don’t have to feel weird,” Magnus said gently. “You’re my friend.”
Alec’s hand moved away as if Magnus’ skin had burned him.
Magnus thought of him as a friend.
Magnus was just helping out a friend.
This wasn’t reality. It was just another fantasy.
“I think I’ll go study in the lab,” Alec said, picking up his books.
“What? Why?” Magnus sat up hastily. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No,” Alec said in frustration. “I just…I’m gonna go.”
“Alec, wait,” Magnus said. “Just tell me what’s wrong.”
“This is…This is weird.”
“I don’t mind you touching m-”
“I don’t want to touch you,” Alec snapped.
Magnus flinched and then immediately got off Alec’s bed. “Right. Of course.”
“Magnus, that’s not what I-”
“I heard you loud and clear,” Magnus replied. “You can stay here. I’ll go out.”
“Magnus, hold on-”
“It’s fine,” Magnus said shortly from his own bed, already picking up his jeans.
Alec grabbed his arm and pulled him up. “I don’t want to touch you. Not like this.”
“Like what?” Magnus demanded.
“Like a friend.”
Magnus blinked.
“When I touch you for the first time, I don’t want it to be like this,” Alec said quietly. “I don’t want to be memorizing stuff. Fuck, I don’t even want to think. I just want to lose myself in you.”
Magnus’ eyes softened. “Well, why didn’t you say that before?”
Alec tried to think of a reason. A proper reason.
He couldn’t think of any.
“Cause I’m an idiot,” Alec said lamely.
Magnus looked at him for a minute then and Alec wondered what he was thinking. He is probably making a plan to get out of here, Alec thought.
“Take off your sweater,” Magnus said.
“I-” Alec blinked. “What?”
“It’s for a project for my design class,” Magnus shrugged. “I want to analyse the fabric. Take it off.”
“But you hate my clothes,” Alec said in confusion. “You always criticize how ug-”
“Alexander!!” Magnus put his hands up in frustration.
And then it clicked.
“Right,” Alec said, taking off his sweater. “Of course. Happy to help. Would this project by any chance require you to analyze ratty sweatpants?”
The smile Magnus gave him in return was enough to make up for the hidden sun outside.
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Mud
Bo and Lester go muddin, thas it
warnings: none
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When a group came to Ambrose it usually meant that Bo would have to work extra for a whole lot less. Normally what people carried with them didn't amount to a hill of beans but sometimes they got lucky, and this was one of them times. On his way back from a night drive, Bo came across a group of people camped out in a field near Ambrose. Usually he would be pissed at the idea of having to wrangle so many but his disdain was quelled when he noticed the trailer hitched to the back of some beat up pick up with a pretty looking four wheeler strapped to it. He couldn't wait to get rid of the group.
After all was said and done and the crew dealt with, Bo set off on foot to retrieve the vehicles, he was gonna ride that four wheeler home, giddy to run it through the washed out road before the small town. As he walked he thought of the small creek back behind the house that tended to dry out a little round this time of year, it would be a perfect mud pit to ride through. His steps faulted when he noticed the familiar gore covered truck his baby brother traveled in parked near the campsite, the roar of an engine off in the distance.
"Now what in th' Sam Hill?" Bo muttered as he pushed through the clearing, his eyes fell on Lester atop the off-road vehicle as the younger sibling drove in a stationary circle-- this motherfucker was driving it before Bo even had the chance to look at it up close.
"Hey!" Bo hollered over the commotion, stamping towards Lester, "Th'fuck you think yer doin', jackass?"
Lester stopped moving and turned to look at Bo, "Doin' donuts?" he said as if it weren't the most obvious thing in the world. "I can see that, what I meant was th'fuck you think yer doin' takin' it out for a joyride while you ain't did nothin' to work fer it?" Bo glowered as he snatched the key from the ignition.
"Hey! Now what'd'ya do that for? I was drivin' it!" Lester whined and reached to grab the keys from Bo who dangled them out of his reach. "No y'aint, now get yer ass off, it's my turn." The older man said as he began to push the other off the seat.
"There's room fer botha us! Quit shovin', Bo!" Lester gestured to the rear passenger seat, "Why I'm sure we could fit Vinny on here too."
"I ain't totin' y'alls 'nnoyin' asses round, now get." Bo watched as Lester pouted up at him-- oh god he better not try it.
"C'mon Bo, yo'on never do nothin' with me.." Lester started and crossed his arms, "and plus we both planned on muddin', and there *is* enough room." Bo tried to ignore the twinge of guilt he felt as Lester begged to spend time with him. "How you know I was gonna go muddin'?" He asked.
"Cuz y'aint got yer work clothes on or your dress clothes, and who in their right mind wouldn't go muddin' if they gotta four wheeler?" Lester was right and it wasn't like it would kill Bo to spend time with him, hell, he might even have fun.
"'lright but keep your stank-ass away from me or I'm throwin' you off, now move over." Bo swung his foot over the seat and turned the key in the ignition before setting off to Ambrose, he'd let Vincent deal with the cars.
Bo wasn't really enjoying himself at first, uncomfortable with the way Lester would cling to his shirt anytime they hit a pothole. But when the two approached the washed out part of the road he could feel the excitement radiating from his little brother and he couldn't deny that he was excited too. Bo crept forwards and tested the height of the waters before gunning it through the massive puddle. Instantly their lower halves were soaked but neither cared, enjoying how cool it felt compared the heat of the air.
The older sibling was showing out as he rode through the empty roads of Ambrose, cutting close as he took a few alleys that had his brother hooting and hollering behind him. He truly felt like a king, he could do whatever he wanted in the town, he and his brothers could horse around and there wasn't no one around who could tell them otherwise.
Soon they traveled the trail behind their house that took them out a ways to the creek and Bo looked back towards Lester with a grin. "Y'ready?" He asked as he revved the four wheeler, slightly gassing it to scare Lester. "Hell yeah!" Lester answered and his arms circled Bo's midsection when he realized how bumpy the brook was. The action caused the other to stiffen, Lester noticed and began to pull away with a quick "'m'sorry." Bo shook his head and flashed a smirk at the other, "Naw, hol'on."
Not sparing a second, Bo took off down the muddy land below, slinging mud and rocks as he drove. It didn't take long for the two to be caked in mud but didn't have a care in their mind, and for a split second he kinda understood why Lester liked being filthy-- like hell he'd mention it though. Bo aimed to hit every dip in the bed of the creek, letting out a shout as they went slightly airborne when he happened across a steep one. After a while Bo decided that it was time to call it quits and drove back to his little station in Ambrose, he wanted to clean it and check it for any problems.
When they got off Bo made a face as he got a whiff of the usual stink of Lester accompanied by the sour smell of mud. "Ugh, y'smell like shit! Go'n back and get th'hose." He groaned and Lester grinned at him. "S'your upper lip." He cackled and went to fetch the hose beside Bo's shop.
"I'll make you think s'my upper lip!" Bo yelled as he followed after his brother, making sure he didn't mess anything up.
#bo sinclair#lester sinclair#house of wax#sinclair siblings#bo sinclair fluff#lester sinclair fluff#house of wax 2005#bo sinclair house of wax#lester sinclair house of wax#slasher writing#fluff#houseofdabs writing
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F.E.A.R.
Summary: Joygrave encounters a vampire problem after Vampstille gives them a surprise visit.
Notes: This is inspired by this awesome video by The Hoodies (Joywave’s old band) and all the Vampstille lore, of course. I recommended watching it before you read, although this fic does make some changes to the video. Also I originally wrote this as a joke, but honestly I don’t know if it still is anymore, so if this skirts a weird line between comedy and seriousness, that’s why.
Warnings: Vampire murder, cringe, me not knowing how British people speak
“If you guys want anything to drink, we have water, coffee… or tea, whatever you British people drink,” Daniel Armbruster says as the Vampstille and Joygrave guys are casually chatting. To Daniel’s dismay, the Vampstille guys have suddenly shown up at the Joycave, coming back from a vampire hunt, and made themselves at home for the night.
“So how have you lot been?” Diordan asks.
“Things have gotten a bit hectic since Ben left to go into demon hunting, but it’s been good, just the usual ghostbusting,” Joey replies.
“What was that vampire hunt you guys said you were coming back from?” Daniel asks.
“A new clan was causing trouble in Buffalo,” Woody says, “it’s good we nipped the problem right in the bud. Once a clan starts growing it becomes a real pain.”
“Rochester has had more vampire activity recently,” Daniel sighs, “we think they’re just passing by, but I do not want to deal with vampires coming here. Our vacuum isn’t equipped for vampires yet.”
~~~
Crash!
Daniel wakes up groggily and has the nagging feeling that Diordan touched something he wasn’t supposed to mess with.
“I swear if he breaks something,” Daniel mumbles as he puts on his glasses.
He makes his way out of his room and sees Diordan wandering about.
“Hey,” Daniel yells, “I told you not to touch any- ohhhh, you’re not Dan.”
An unfamiliar vampire flashes his fangs at Daniel.
“Noooooo!” Daniel screams, throwing the nearest thing next to him, a cereal bowl, at the vampire, and runs. The vampire pins Daniel against the wall and aims his fangs at his neck, but suddenly drops dead before he can bite Daniel.
Diordan stands in front of the other, stake in hand, “you okay?”
Daniel exhales, “yeah.”
The window next to them breaks and a few vampires jump in.
“Oh God no,” Daniel whines, “what did you bring with you?”
“Dunno,” Diordan replies, getting his spare stake and tossing it to Daniel, “but unless you want to become someone’s next meal, you gotta fight.”
Woody bursts into the room in his wolf form, taking out one of the vampires. The rest of Vampstille and Joygrave follow, all armed with stakes.
“We’re surrounded, one of them almost got Paul,” Kyle says, “how are we going to get out of this one?”
“How many are there out there?” Diordan asks as he fights off another vampire.
“About 10, but we don’t know if there’s more coming,” Will answers, gracefully dodging a vampire flying at him.
“There’s 7 of us, we can take them.”
“I think you overestimate me!” Daniel screams as he sends his stake into a vampire, “ugh, I really hate doing that.”
Diordan chuckles, “you got it, mate, just do that 9 more times.”
Vampstille and Joygrave work surprisingly well together, taking out vampires like a well-oiled machine. Soon enough, the intruders start retreating.
“How many escaped?” Diordan asks.
“Four,” Woody answers, back in his human form.
“What was that?” Daniel says, exasperated, “were they from the clan you guys dealt with?”
Woody shakes his head, “no, totally different scent.”
“Those vampires were trying to get you,” Will says, looking at the Joygrave boys, “they totally ignored me sometimes. Strange, because I’m clearly the bigger threat.”
The Joygrave guys gulp.
“Could any vampires be after you?” Diordan asks.
“No! We don’t do vampires, if you haven’t figured it out already,” Daniel says, digging through his drawers to find his cross he definitely put somewhere in the Joycave years ago.
“Yeah, he gets creeped out when I’m in my bat form, tries to vacuum me,” Diordan replies, side-eyeing Daniel, “there has to be something else...”
“I think we should follow them,” Kyle suggests, “get a surprise on them before they can recover. We’ll have the equipment from the van with us this time.”
~~~
“Woody, do you smell anything?” Kyle asks.
Woody takes a moment to sniff the wind, “I’m getting 3 vampires, just here recently.”
“You said there were 4 of them that escaped, right?” Joey says.
Diordan peers at a rock with a few drops of blood not yet dried on it, “you think the other one could’ve split up?”
“They could be getting back up,” Will suggests.
They find themselves following the path of the vampires to a rickety and old, but large, mansion.
“Are you sure it ends here?” Diordan asks Woody, to which the werewolf nods.
Kyle opens the trunk of the van, “let’s get suited up.”
Woody leads the group as they enter the house carefully, hyper-aware of any sounds or changes of wind. He motions to a staircase leading down the basement and as they make their way down the stairs, faint music can barely be heard through the walls.
“Do you hear that?” Joey whispers.
Daniel’s face turns pale, “no, it can’t be.”
“What is it?” Kyle asks.
“It’s… it’s,” Paul stutters, “it’s Rock & Roll Part 2.”
“Guys, the EMF is off the charts,” Joey says, pointing at his EMF meter, “it’s a level 5 apparition.”
“What are you talking about?” Diordan asks, confused.
Daniel pushes the group up the stairs, “we have to get out of here, now!”
A red figure flies past them, bringing a gust of wind that almost knocks them off their feet, and Daniel thinks he sees a flash of sparkly gold sunglasses before they all rush into the van, driving off as fast as the van can handle.
“What was that?” Diordan asks exasperatedly.
“Terry Glitter,” Daniel replies solemnly, “it was one of our first experiences ghost hunting. We weren’t even Joygrave yet, we were The Spookies. We were going to a gig, the first one in a long time. It turned out the promoter was a ghost, vengeful and swore to terrorize all musicians... He got our friend, Brandon.”
Daniel sniffles as Joey pats him on the back, “we thought we contained him.”
“We didn’t know about level 5 apparitions then, and our equipment wasn’t the best,” Joey says, “he must’ve tricked us and escaped.”
“Level 5 apparition? Can you get rid of those?” Woody wonders.
Paul nods, “we have the proper equipment now, back at the Joycave, but it’s a ghost trap and it needs to be set up discreetly, which usually means we have to lure the ghost to our location.”
“So you’re going to lure the ghost to the Joycave?” Will asks.
“No! That would be a disaster,” Daniel exclaims, “if he figures out he can unleash all of the ghosts we’ve ever captured by destroying our storage chamber, it would be chaos. Good thing the chamber is super discreet, looks like a Joygrave travel mug.”
Diordan facepalms, “oh my God, I almost opened that.”
“Didn’t I tell you NOT to touch anything? I said that like 4 or 5 times before-”
“There’s a barn we can use,” Joey interrupts Daniel before the mustachioed man goes on a rant, “we just have to find a way to get them there.”
~~~
“Okay, I’m at the barn now, I’ll go check,” Daniel says, hanging up the phone. Walking up the barn, Daniel hears some faint shuffling behind him, but shrugs it off. He goes inside and the door slams shut immediately.
“You must be brave going places alone, especially this barn where there’s no one else nearby,” Terry Glitter’s familiar voice taunts as Rock & Roll Part 2 plays in the distance, “I have to say, though, I didn’t expect you boys to make friends with vampire hunters, but that’s just a small hiccup in my plans.”
The ghost materializes in front of Daniel, leaning on his pickaxe with a sinister smile. A few bats fly around the two, turning into their vampire forms behind the ghost. Daniel takes a step back, bringing out his Portable Joygrave Ghost Vacuum™.
Terry laughs, “you think that thing can get me.”
“No, but this can,” Daniel replies.
An awkward silence ensues and Terry looks around in confusion.
“I SAID BUT THIS CAN,” Daniel yells, annoyed.
A green beam appears from the back of the room slowly pulling Terry into the ghost trap.
“Destroy that trap!” Terry yells at the vampires.
The door flies open and Diordan leaps at a vampire trying to get to the trap. The rest follow in, armed to the teeth with vampire and ghost hunting gear.
Daniel dodges a vampire lunging at him as Will expertly throws a stake at the vampire. A bookcase flies at Woody, which he manages to escape.
“Paul! The ghost!” Daniel yells as Paul gets out his Joygrave Ghost Power Dampener™ and blasts it at Terry before he sends another piece of furniture flying.
“This ghost kind of looks like Paul,” Kyle says.
Diordan shrugs, “I don’t see it.”
“Just imagine him without the sunglasses.”
“Hmm, I don’t know.”
“No, he definitely doesn’t look like me,” Paul adds.
“See!”
“Hello? There’s a vampire problem here!” Daniel yells as he tries to throw a stake at a vampire getting too close to the trap. Diordan knocks down the vampire, ending them with a quick blow.
“Was that the last vampire?” Joey asks.
“I think so,” Will replies, wiping off sweat from his forehead.
Terry looks like he’s fuming, getting pulled into the trap, “you all will pay for this! I will escape and I’ll bring every ghost with-”
“Oh no! I can’t hear you. We’re breaking up, bye!” Daniel yells as the trap closes.
“Successful hunt wasn’t it?” Woody says, back in his human form, “not as much goo as I expected.”
The group laughs, finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.
“Who wants to burn stuff in the firepit?”
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Devils of Remnant Chapter 1- Rebellion
Rain fell heavily around the ruins of what was left of Beacon. Facing each other were two girls, one with a black jacket and red hoodie, the other with a blue jacket and white dress. Blue eyes met silver and both gripped their weapons tight.
Weiss: So it's come to this.
Ruby: I guess so.
Thunder cracked the air.
Ruby: *draws her sword* It's over, Weiss. I will stop you... even if that means I have to kill you.
Weiss: *scoffs* If you really have the intent to kill me, you would've done it by now. *draws katana* Face it, Ruby, I'm always going to be one step ahead of you.
With great speed, the two charged at each other. This was it. Their final clash.
—2 Years Ago, Redgrave City—
The Black Bear Club of Redgrave City was notorious for being host to many of Vale's lowest of the low. Gangsters, drug dealers and, if rumours were to be believed, demons. Sitting at the bar was Ruby Rose, tapping her fingers to the beat of Red Like Roses. Hei Xiong, known as “Junior” to his friends, was on bartender duty tonight. Ruby smiled as soon as her drink was served.
Junior: It's on the house, Rubes. *two-finger salute*
Ruby: Thanks, Junior. *drinks lemonade*
???: Is that lemonade on the rocks or neat?
Ruby turned her head to find a boy sitting next her. He had golden blonde hair and deep blue eyes. He wore casual clothing; a yellow hoodie with a black shirt underneath, blue jeans and white shoes.
Ruby: *deadpans* Very funny.
???: Okay, that was mean. Sorry. *chuckles*
Ruby: It’s okay. *chuckles back*
???: I’m Jaune. Jaune Arc. Short, sweet and rolls of the tongue.
Ruby: *smiles* I’m Ruby. Ruby Rose.
Jaune: *smiles back* That's a pretty nice name.
Ruby: *blushes* Um... well...
Jaune: *blinks* What? Did I say something wrong?
Ruby: N-No! No, it's just that... hehe, no one's really said that about my name before is all.
Jaune: Well I guess there's a first time for everything. *smiles*
Ruby: *giggles*
Jaune: So, Ruby, what’s a girl like you doing in a dingy place like this?
Junior: Hey!
Ruby: Long story short, I really needed to get out of the house. My sister and brother have been working me stiff all year. *groans*
Jaune: *low whistle* I guess training with Devil Hunters isn't as easy as everyone says.
The way Jaune said 'Devil Hunters' caused Ruby to nearly jump out of her seat.
Ruby: D-Devil Hunter? Whaaat? No. *nervous laughter* W-What makes you think I'm a Devil Hunter?
Jaune: Oh come on, I can tell by the type of guns you're carrying.
Ruby stared blankly. On her hips were two M1911 handguns, one black and one red. Her foot shook on the stool as she tried to think of a way to divert him.
Ruby: Well... lots of people carry guns here. That's not enough to prove that I'm a Devil Hunter.
Jaune: *nods* That's a good point. However, the same can't be said about the sword hanging from your waist.
Ruby: ...damn it.
Jaune: *snorting laughter* You know, if you're trying to hide that you're a Hunter, you're doing a very good job.
Ruby: *pouts* Hmph!!!
Just then, Ruby and Jaune’s chat was cut short by a group of four guys. One had long, blue hair and wore a grey suit, the other wore a green vest with a light green mohawk, the third wore a brown t-shirt and had brown hair and finally there was the burly lad, with ginger hair and wearing a grey shirt that the logo of a golden cardinal bird. Their names were Russel Thrush, Sky Lark, Dove Bronzewing and their leader, Cardin Winchester.
Cardin: Why hello there, hot stuff. *winks at Ruby*
Ruby: Um... can I help you?
Cardin: How about you and I head over to the dance floor?
Ruby: *ponders* Hmmm... a tempting offer but I think I’ll stick with Jaune over here.
Jaune: *waves* Hello.
Cardin: *sneers* Really? This guy? Come on, he’s a total dork. You need a real man, like me.
Ruby: I happen to like dorks, thank you very much.
Cardin: Ugh, quit playing hard to get! *grabs Ruby’s wrist*
Ruby: Agh! Let me go!
Jaune: Hey, get off of her!
Sky: *pushes Jaune*
Jaune: Agh!
Russel: What the boss says, goes. *kicks Jaune*
Jaune: *coughs in pain*
Ruby: Leave him alone!
Cardin: Oh we will, as soon as you give me my dance.
Ruby: *grunts* If you don’t let me go, you’re gonna be sorry!
Cardin: *grips tighter*
Ruby: *smirks* Okay… you asked for it.
Using her free hand, she reached to her hip and pulled out one of her handguns. Before Cardin could react, Ruby shot him in the shoulder. Black blood leaked from the wound. The blood of demons. The sound of gunfire caused the people at the club to panic and they scrambled towards the exit. Cardin’s eyes turned red and his teeth became fangs.
Ruby: If you’re gonna disguise yourself as a human, you gotta be a little more convincing than that.
Cardin: *snarls* You bitch! I’ll you apart!!!
Surrounded by black smoke, Cardin transformed into his true self; a lanky wolf-like demon with black fur, white fangs and a skull-like mask. His entourage followed suit, transforming into demons too. Baring their sharp claws, they lunged towards Ruby. However, she was far too quick and zipped away just in time. From the back of her waist, she pulled out her sword. It was a beautiful silver blade with skull crossguard.
Ruby: Time for some Rebellion!
Ruby charged forward and sliced Sky and Dove's arms clean off. They roared in pain. Russel, meanwhile, tried to attack from behind, only to have Rebellion pierce his chest. Reaching for her other gun, Ruby pointed them at Sky and Dove.
Ruby: Say cheese!
With two shots, they fell to the floor like ragdolls and crumbled to ash. Cardin looked in shock as his friends were slaughtered. Ruby aimed her guns at him and gave him a deadly smile before delivering the final shot to his head. Jaune stared at her, baffled and impressed at what happened.
Ruby: *scratches her head* Maybe I went a little overboard.
Jaune: Are you kidding? That was incredible!! I-I've heard about the work of Hunters but to actually see it? Wow!!!
Ruby: *blushes* Stop, it was nothing. *scroll beeps* Aw no! I’m late. S-Sorry Jaune, I gotta get going. I'll see you around.
Jaune: Actually, you won't. I'm only visiting Vale.
Ruby: *frowns* O-Oh.
Jaune: B-But if you want, I can give you my number.
Ruby: Oh yeah! Sure!
After exchanging numbers, both of them parted ways with big smiles on their faces. Meanwhile, watching from the sides, was a blonde girl, Yang Xiao Long. From her pocket, she pulled out a picture of a white, armoured figure carrying a blood red sword. She stared at it and gave a small smile.
Yang: Ruby.
* * *
Ruby ran through the streets until the reached Schnee Manor, her home. Standing in front of the door was her older sister, Weiss and she didn’t look happy.
Weiss: Where have you been?
Ruby: U-Um, nowhere? *innocent smile*
Weiss: Don’t try to act like the cute sister to fool me, I know you were out.
Ruby: W-Well so what if I was? There’s nothing wrong with having a bit of fun!
Weiss: Did you forget that you're training to be a Hunter? Beacon Academy isn’t your standard school, you’re fighting demons to protect the world! Start taking this seriously!
Ruby: I do take this seriously, Weiss. I've been taking it seriously for years!
Weiss: You’re certainly not acting like it. Your reckless actions are going to come back and bite you in the ass one day.
Ruby: *sigh* Fine. I’m going to bed. *walks inside*.
From the side was the family butler, Klein.
Klein: Weiss, don't you think you're being a bit too hard on her? She's only 16 after all.
Weiss: True, but she shouldn't be wasting her time on meaningless things like going out. She has great potential. Winter saw that the day we found her and we are this close to bringing it out.
Klein: I understand, but one day off can't hurt surely? You've witnessed her talents and she's maintained it consistently.
Weiss: *sighs* I suppose. I guess I'll talk to her tomorrow. Good night, Klein.
Klein: Goodnight, Weiss.
* * *
The next day, Ruby was woken up by the loud racket of the front door. Stumbling downstairs, she opened the door, only to find no one there. On the porch was a letter wrapped in an silver envelope with her name written on it. Confused, she opened it and read the contents. Her eyes grew wide and she let out a loud scream of joy, waking up her brother, Whitley.
Whitley: Jeez, do you have to be so loud in the...
Ruby: *beaming*
Whitley: ...morning? Why are you smiling like that?
Ruby: I'm going to Beacon!!!!!
#rwby#rwby au#crossover au#devils of remnant#rwby devils of remnant#devil may cry#ruby rose#jaune arc#weiss schnee#whitley schnee#klein seiben#team crdl#cardin winchester#russel thrush#dove bronzewing#sky lark#chapter 1 rebellion
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Pool || Sebastian x Reader
“Awh, come on!” You heard the distressed cries of your friend as you shut the door to the saloon, quickly making your way to the back. As you walked closer, you could hear laughter before a sudden cheer.
“You’re here!” Abigail beamed from the couch. “Took you long enough.” The purple-haired girl was lounging on the couch across from the pool table, where your other two friends were - Sam and Sebastian. As usual, they were playing a game of pool - and as usual, Sam was losing. Badly.
You stole a slice of pizza as you took your seat next to Abigail, Sam frowning at you. “Sebastian’s cheating.”
“Am not,” Sebastian retorted, a small smile on his face. “You just really suck at this game.”
“I do not!” Sam pouted.
“Don’t worry Sam,” You spoke up. “You’re probably better than me.”
Sebastian snorted, glancing at you. “You don’t have to fuel his ego, I don’t think anyone could be worse at pool than Sam.”
Abigail giggled as you shook your head. “No, it’s true! I’ve never actually played pool, so I’m sure Sam has that over me.”
Sam quietly cheered, taking that as a small accomplishment, as Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “You come here with us every Friday night, and you’ve never told us this before?”
You shrugged, taking another bite of pizza. “No? It’s not a big deal, plus I like watching you two play.”
“Well, let’s see how much you’ve picked up on.” Sebastian walked over to you, handing you his pool cue. You looked up at him with a confused glance, making him let out a small laugh. “You’re not playing against me, don’t worry - you’ll go against Sam.” Sam, his mouth stuffed full of pizza, gave a muffled grunt.
Abigail pushed you off of the couch, “Yeah, let’s see what you got, farmer!” You had a feeling that she mainly just wanted this opportunity to hog the pizza while the rest of you were busy.
“Fine, fine. I hope you’re all ready to see Sam win his first game of pool.” You teased, as Sam gave you a playful glare, “Oh, it’s on.”
Sebastian walked you to the pool table, and instead of going and sitting with Abigail, he stayed by your side. “Now, since you’ve never played pool before, I’ll help you out.”
“Hey!” Sam pouted once again. “That’s so not fair dude.”
Sebastian shrugged. “Sue me.” You laughed as Sebastian began to guide you through the rules.
The minutes went by as you played against Sam, and with Sebastian’s help and Abigail’s dramatic narration and commentary, the game slowly came to a close. It was pretty close, but with Sebastian’s help, you ended up winning against Sam.
“Oh my - dude, you won. On your first game EVER.” Abigail’s jaw was slightly open before she began laughing. “Sam, you lost to a total newbie, and you play this every week!”
Sam frowned, running a hand through his hair. “Okay yeah well - I’m feeling a bit off today, that’s why! Plus, they had Sebastian helping them, which is so unfair! I would’ve won otherwise.” It was true - you probably would’ve lost against him without Sebastian’s help.
“Suuure, Sam.” Sebastian laughed before turning to you. “I think we make a pretty good team, huh?” Maybe it was the saloon lighting, or the warm summer air, but Sebastian’s cheeks looked a bit pink.
“Yeah, we do.” You smiled up at him, not being able to look away.
“Groooss!” Abigail threw one of Sam’s empty Joja-cola cans at the two of you, missing you by quite a bit, making you laugh.
“Great aim, Abigail.” You teased.
“Shush.”
The hours went by as you four went back to normal routine. Sam and Sebastian were back at the pool table, as you and Abigail sat together on the couch, making your way through another pizza. Before you knew it, it was eleven o’clock.
“Ugh, I should get going.” Abigail moved from her position of leaning against you. “It’s getting late, my parents will kill me if I’m not back soon.”
Sam sighed, “Yeah, I should probably get home soon too. Which is a shame because I was totally winning this game!”
“No you weren’t.”
“Well I will next week! Just you wait, Sebby!” Sam laughed, making his way out the door not too long after Abigail.
With a wave to the two of them, you began making your way off of the couch. “I should probably head out too, I gotta be up early.” You turned to Sebastian, giving him a little wave. “Bye Seb!”
He waved, before speaking up as you turned away, “Wait a second,” You turned back to him, raising an eyebrow. He seemed to be looking anywhere but at you. “You should come over to my place tomorrow - if you’re not busy or anything. We make a pretty good team, and it could be fun just… hanging out. The two of us.”
You stood there for a moment, a small smile on your face. You’d never seen Sebastian so flustered, it was a cute look on him. “Yeah, I’d love to. I’ll be over around two, is that alright?”
He looked back at you with potentially one of the biggest smiles you had ever seen on him. “Yeah, that’d be great!” His cheeks were still a soft pink. Sebastian… was honestly pretty cute. You had always found him attractive, but after tonight, you felt like you were seeing him in a whole new light.
As if you moved without thinking, you leaned up and quickly gave him a peck on the cheek. You both stood there for a moment, in shock of what you just did. Your heart fluttered when you saw the smitten smile on his face. You gave him a smile back, “Goodnight, Seb,” before finally leaving.
You were too distracted by all the butterflies in your stomach as you made your way home to notice Abigail pushing Sam into a bush before jumping in after him as you walked through the door.
“Ow!” Sam cried out before Abigail tried to shush him. A few seconds passed before he asked, “Are they gone yet?”
“I think so,” Abigail peeked her head out, making sure the coast was clear before stepping out of the bush. “I can’t believe they finally got together - you owe me a soda, and no, it can’t be Joja-cola. That stuff’s so gross.”
#stardew valley#stardew valley imagines#sdv#sdv imagines#stardew valley sebastian#sdv sebastian#sdv sebastian x reader#sdv sebastian imagines#sdv sebastian imagine#sdv sam#sdv abigail
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Hey Simon! Thank you for the amazing ask <3 Right back at you:
I love that you're writing/arting about characters that have never met in canon (Gaige and Sasha, Fiona and Scarlett). What drew you to writing these characters together? And are there any more that you'd love to explore one day? :D
Hey Sarah, glad it made you smile. I want to have more interaction with the fandom so I’ll try to make this a regular, so please be free to send me questions whenever. I’d love to read your thoughts ;)
And Omg, that’s a fantastic question as well but, be aware, this is gonna be an essay as well.
Mhh where to start, where to start.
So first things first, My headcanon of why I think Gaige and Sasha would be best friends started a pretty long while ago, way before I even got gently pushed towards the Idea of really starting to write about it in the first place. Because you must know, even though Strays is my first longshot, it is also my very first fanfc I’ve ever written in like ever. So no matter how shitty, great or whatever it will turn out to be or how well others will be, Strays has and will always have a special place in my heart. And I’m not gonna rush things either, even when the fandom will die out, my Ideas for it will flow ;)
But yeah how it started. To put it simply Gaige was my first character In Borderlands ever that I played myself. I knew about the Lore of 1 and I’ve played 1 with a friend by the time it came out, but I played 1 myself AFTER I finished 2 So that may be a big reason, why I have such an open spot for Gaige. But also because she is fun, quirky extreme, punky, loves robots and tech... to put it simple a lot of traits I really love about a character. Her backstory with the science fair was so fresh and funny, and it may be one of my favorite spoken dialogue interactions heard over echo cassette’s
Then after Bl2 my love for Borderlands continued, played 1, played TPS and then... There was Tales, and by god do I loved Tales, and I hella still do. You probably know the feeling yourself. And with the love for the game, came a huge love for it’s cast. Like seriously I think besides Tector there isn’t really a character where I was going like, “ugh this one is trash” on the contrary. And besides my obvious love for the main 2 characters, there was a big love for the Deutagonist’s of this masterpiece. Namely Sasha and Loaderbot.
Loaderbot may have officially taken the spot for me as most favorite Robot in video game history ever (and Gortys for the most precious character ever). Like his whole segment of kidnapping them, forcing them to tell the truth, only to show how much he had grieved, how betrayed he felt and that he did all of tha for his loved ones. Man say what you will about him, but damn he was written perfectly. I was blown away.
Secondly is of course, as you might have guessed it Sasha. I could go lengths for her too, how much I love and admire her character, how real she felt as a sister, a pandoran and last but not least as a human. Sasha felt to me like the most well rounded out character of the 6 (pls don’t hate me for it guys) From the punk rebellious attitude, to learning that she had an anti Hyperion pirate radio, that she used to broadcast bad things that happens in her neighbourhood, to her adapting her morals and learn that even in the most corrupt organisations there are still normal people struggling with their own life, and then progressing from it. And lastly after everything was at loss, the money the plan, she was willing to sacrifice her whole life for a dear friend/s, even on her dying breath putting both Rhys and her Sister at ease and in her last moments. Amazing.
Oooh boy and that was just the prelude to it all XD
After that I noticed a lot of similarities, between characters. Sasha and Loaderbot for instance are both pragmatic, put the lives of their loved ones over their own, love tech, are socially open people while holding back on information and emotion. Not to mention the scenes in 2 and 3 and also 4 and 5 where it is slightly hinted how well Sasha and Loaderbot work together, without sharing much words. So naturally the Idea was born that Sash and LB became quite close.
And the same goes for Sasha and Gaige. I was actually surprised that nobody (not entirely true, I saw one fanart of it) seemed to made that connection before as it was so obvious to me. So basically Sasha is a softer version of Gaige, in many terms. They both have a big heart for tech and especially guns. They both hosted a small radio broadcast that blew up in their region over night. Both are anarchist’s who spread the word for awareness, how fucked up the company war actually is. Both are not really good at their aim. Both call robots as their closes’t friends. Both share a deep hatred for Handsome Jack and his doings. Both fought a giant ass Vault Monster and nearly died in the process of doing so. Both got screwed up big time and now have a huge bounty on their head... So you see the list goes on, and honestly the more I write them, the more similarities I notice, both hc wise and canon wise. So there more I thought about it, and noticed similarites the more I fell in love with the Idea of them becoming close. And from there the Idea was born, that they probably met on a job ( the most likely scenario in the Borderlands universe). It had to be before BL3 of course, and to be after Tales naturally so that only put one timeline in the focus, Commander Lillith.
To be honest, I didn’t expect everything turning out so big. Like seriously I orifinally planed like 8k words or so. Now I’m dangling on the Idea of having 13 chapters and a big ass finally, a neat wrap up of everything and even a possible epilogue XD Yeah, that wasn’t what I expected either but damn do I love doing it.
Like seriously my headcanons only just gotten bigger and bigger. From a whole nebula system in the galaxy, to regions I created in my own mind for it, to even complex backstorys. Like why Sasha wears a headband, why she loves guns so much, what happened to her and Fi’s parents, why she was raised by her aunt, what does Felix have to do with it, Why Gaige has this kicks of both sudden depression and manical behavior. Why she’s so close to her dad, but her mom wasn’t even mentioned once (but teased), why she wanted to become a wedding planer, and why she is so obsessed with robots and margarita mix. I think one day, this thing will turn into a tabletop game or something XD
So estimated 20k words on my answer later and now we are going for my own created ship Scarleona. Don’t worry, as much as I like to gosh about that too, it wont take as long I prommy.
Scarleona was created in a sudden urge while thinking about what happpend to Fiona while Strays happened. And similar to Gaige and Sasha, Scarleona was born from a dynamic. Especially of those from two Ladybosses with Silvertongue and speech 100XD Fiona and Scarlett may have become my favorite Fiona ship (no offense everybody) because of how well they play off each other. Fiona is a con artist, her whole life she was used to swindle, to play it cool and by ear, go with the flow, and expect the unexpected. So here core idea is that she is manupulating people by LYING to them.
Scarlett on the other hand is similar while also the complete opposite to it. She is backstabby, plays with her charm and most importantly she is dead honest while tricking people. In fact even so honest that people don’t even realised that they got tricked even though she told it several times before. And this dynamic is so fascinating to me. You see, Fiona has almost an answer an action for everything prepared, but the idea that her winning honesty, is mind puzzling to Fiona is so perfect. @michellespenscratchz wrote me a drabble several months ago and I think that line describes it just perfect
“So, let me see if I got this straight,” Fiona tilted her head inquisitively at Captain Scarlett. “You needed these Vault Hunters’ help to find this treasure for you. So you…just asked them?”
“That’s right.” Scarlett nodded, inspecting her hook nonchalantly.
“Even though they knew you wanted it for yourself?” Fiona asked.
“Indeed,” Scarlett replied.
“And they…” Fiona blinked, “…knew you planned on fighting them for it once they had it.”
“Of course they did,” Scarlett shrugged. “I told them as much.”
“You told them?”
“Yes.”
“And they helped you anyway?”
“Precisely.” Scarlett turned her hat against the blistering wind. “I fear I don’t quite grasp what about this is so difficult to grasp, Fiona dear.”
“Huh.” Fiona cast her gaze out across the expanse of Pandoran horizon. “I guess I just gotta–I dunno–rethink my whole life right now.”
So yeah, that was basically it. I kinda diagressed and didn’t want to hurt your eyes more looking at the long ass text, but please if you have some more questions to it, pls hit me. I love to gosh about it <3
And thank you so much <3 This was hella fun
#Borderlands#Tales from the Borderlands#Strays of the Pack#Scarleona#Sasha the Kid Sister#Gaige the Mechromancer#I still need a great name for Sash and Gaige's dynamic#maybe I should go with Wolfpack for now till something better crosses my mind.#Fiona the Con Artist#Captain Scarlett#Thank you#<3
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