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zoeykallus · 5 months

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Hello Zoey

First , I wanted to tell you again that I love the stories you gave us , thank you , really , you're one of the few who can make me forget time when I'm reading 👌❤️

It's my first request so I'm sorry if it's a bit clumsy 😅

I had an idea , imagine that after a mission the reader is so tired that they took the first bunk they saw but it's not their's , how would the batchers react ? x)

Aloha!

Very happy to read this! 😊 Thank you so much!

There is a first time for everything. Don't worry, there is nothing clumsy about it. I think I got it. So pre Relationship, but with already growing yet unspoken feelings? At least that would be my guess. Let me see, this could be fun 😁🤭

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Sleepy Mix-Ups

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Warnings: None I guess/SFW/Fluff

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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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Hunter

He almost threw his equipment at you. At the last moment, he sees you lying in his bunk and just manages to stop himself. Hunter is puzzled, raises his eyebrows questioningly and looks at you for a moment. A small smile twitches at the corners of his mouth. You look kind of cute lying there in his bunk. He sighs softly and looks around, his gaze falling on your actual bunk. He walks towards it, takes off his equipment, and even before he lies down in it, he smells it. The bedding and the pillow smell of your shampoo, your perfume, of you. A strange, warm shiver runs through his entire body. Hunter looks back over his shoulder to his own bunk, where you are slumbering blissfully. He knows the scent of you will keep him awake for a while, make him woozy. He feels a tingling restlessness under his skin, a silent longing for more of what reaches his nose, more of you. Hunter lies down anyway, the other bunks are occupied, and he doesn't want to wake you. He lies awake half the night and dreams of you await him in his sleep, some gentle, some wild. When he wakes up, his heart is beating fast, his pulse racing as if he has just experienced a pleasantly exciting adventure.

He grins a little stupidly to himself and flinches when he hears your voice. "Sorry, I must have gotten the wrong bunk last night because I was so tired." Hunter clears his throat, straightens up and says with a wink, "It's no problem" He looks nervous and a little shaky, you have no idea why, but as he leaves the room to use the refresher, you don't give it a second thought.

Echo

He stands in front of his bunk and looks down at you. He scratches his chin uncertainly with the scomp link. Echo doesn't really know what to do, he doesn't really want to wake you up, you look so peaceful and relaxed. The day has been hard and exhausting for all of you. He holds his hand over his mouth as he yawns. Tired, he rubs his eyes a moment later. His gaze wanders to your bunk and back again. Echo doesn't quite know whether he should just lie down. You've probably made a mistake out of tiredness, if he were to just lie down in your bed now, he would feel like an intruder. Even if the thought of lying on your pillow, which certainly smells like you, is incredibly tempting. Echo sighs softly, sits down on the floor next to his bunk where you are lying and leans against it. It's anything but cozy, but he's tired enough to fall asleep after a short time sitting up, his head resting halfway on the edge of the bunk. He wakes up when something brushes against his head. The blanket you covered yourself with. You move, it's early morning, you're still half asleep when you see Echo looking at you over the edge of the bunk.

You blink several times, a little startled. "Echo? What are you doing down there?" He straightens up a little awkwardly, his back aching a little from the position he's been sleeping in. He smirks wryly and says, "Well, you occupied my bed, so I had to improvise" You rub the sleep from your eyes and look around the bunk. Echo is right, this is not your bedding, not your bunk. Heat rises in your cheeks, and you stare at him. Others might be angry, but Echo just smiles at you. "Why didn't you just use my bunk?" you ask, confused. Echo shrugs, scratches the back of his head uncertainly and says, "Well, I don't know, I didn't want to just do it without being asked" You laugh softly. "But Echo, I climbed into your bed without being asked" Wrecker in the background, still half asleep himself, grins at you from his bunk, "Echo just wished you'd done it while he was in there"

Echo's eyes widen and his heart races. He feels he has been caught, but grumbles at his brother, "Would you please keep your comments to yourself?" When he looks at you again, you both smile shyly, barely able to meet each other's gaze.

Wrecker

He looks into his bunk, puzzled. Wrecker wasn't expecting this. A little unsettled, he scratches the back of his head and looks around. Everyone else is already asleep, or about to fall asleep. His huge figure stands bent over you next to the bunk you're lying in, his bunk. Normally you would probably have woken up just from the feeling of being watched, by his presence, but you're so wiped out today, probably not even a bomb would wake you up. Wrecker's bunk is bigger than the standardized bunks, because he himself is also bigger than the norm among soldiers, so you should have noticed that alone, but you didn't. He looks over to your bunk, the only one that is still empty and much smaller than he is used to. You mumble something in your sleep. A smile spreads across his face. He was actually toying with the idea of waking you up, but you look so cute, he can't bring himself to do it. Wrecker heads for your bunk, gets ready for bed, and squeezes himself in. When you wake up the next morning, it takes a moment, but you realize you're in the wrong bunk. "Oops," you mumble quietly, straighten up and look around. Everyone is still asleep.

Wrecker is lying in your bunk. He can't stretch out his legs, he's curled up like a fetus, his knees sticking out over the edge of the bunk. It looks uncomfortable, but also adorable. You slip out of bed and quietly walk over to him. You gently nudge him a few times until he opens his eyes. "Hey, big guy," you whisper to him. He blinks, finally grins at you and mumbles back, "Mornin' sweetheart" "Sorry about the bunk, I was so tired I didn't realize which bunk I was in," you say apologetically. Wrecker peels himself out of the too-small bunk and says with a shrug, "It's okay, it can happen" You are relieved that he takes it so lightly. He adds, "Your bunk is pretty tiny, but it smells damn good" You smile shyly and feel your cheeks heat up.

Tech

He almost sits down on you because he is so engrossed in his holopad. At the last moment, he realizes that his bunk is already occupied. Tech lowers the holopad and stares at you silently, as if he could wake you up with his gaze alone. His brow furrowed, he looks at his bunk and wonders how you could have mistaken it. The walls are scrawled with drawings and calculations he made at some point, it's hard to miss. Were you really that tired? He reaches out for you, but just above your arm, his hand stops, he holds it there uncertainly in the air for a while, undecided whether to wake you or not. Actually, this is his bunk, Tech thinks, you shouldn't sleep in it. But there's another thought, a feeling. Because you are sleeping in his bed, you are very close to him in a way. In the morning, his pillow will certainly smell of you. A part of him that he doesn't really understand at the moment, likes that, a lot. He stands there for a long time, the datapad in his hand, watching you. Echo whispers softly over the snoring of the others, "Why don't you go to their bunk, the staring is getting creepy" Tech blinks, startled, and turns to his brother.

He whispers back, "But this is my bunk" Echo sighs and says a little impatiently, "They were extremely tired, I'm sure it was an accident. Now just let them sleep and lie down in their bunk" Tech walks to your bunk, stares at it for a while, then finally lies down. It feels very different, strange, but somehow also pleasant. It smells good, although foreign, but at the same time familiar, because it smells like you. Lost in thought, he begins to paint the walls of the bunk with drawings and calculations. When he falls asleep, Tech still has the pen in his hand and your smell in his nose. It feels like he's falling asleep in your arms and all night long, Tech has a little smile on his lips. When he wakes up, it's still night, and you're already standing next to his bunk. "Sorry," you say quietly. Tech needs a moment to collect himself, the fog of sleep hasn't quite left him yet. "It's okay," he says just as softly, and peels himself out of bed to swap bunks back with you.

You lie down and look around in the semi-darkness. Tech has painted practically every free space. As you lie on your back, you look directly at the sketch of a podracer and a wild sequence of numbers that probably only he understands. You smile. Tech has slept in your bed and left something like his signature, somehow you are so happy about it that you want to kick your feet and squeak.

Crosshair

He is taking off his equipment, turns around and pauses in mid-motion. His brows draw together critically. There's someone lying in his bunk, you. He mutters quietly, "You're kidding me" He lets out an annoyed sigh and stares at you. The intensity of his gaze alone might even have woken you up under normal circumstances, but not today. His gaze finally moves to your bunk, which is empty at the moment, but then his eyes narrow to critical slits. Crosshair has no intention of being evicted from his bunk, accident or not. He grabs you and pushes you to the back of the bunk. Just as you open your eyes in shock and blink, trying to get your bearings, he joins you and takes part of the blanket, decently enough to keep you covered. Startled, you stare at him.

"But... what...?" He cocks a brow at you. "This is my bunk, if you want to sleep in it, fine, but I'm not swapping, so you better get used to me being close or crawl back into your own, kitten" he grumbles. Your heart is racing, you're confused and speechless, trying to untangle the situation in your mind. Just having him so close to you makes you nervous enough. But to be honest, you have no desire to go back to your own bunk. All you say is a quiet, "Okay" A smirk twitches briefly at the corner of his mouth, barely noticeable. Quietly and much more softly, in his smoky voice, he says as he closes his eyes, "Good night, Kitten"

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drysdalesworld · 3 months

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Hi! I saw that you write for pjo! Could you write some hcs of the main three kids catching the reader (adoptive older sibling! Child of hephastus!) Sneaking out of camp to see their lover. (I was thinking its sort of like- a forbbiden love situation for reasons) and low key keeping that information as possible blackmail (in a lighthearted way,Like siblings often do to bribe eachother into doing stuff the other doesnt want to like chores n stuff).

The reader is afab but uses they/them pronouns and is around 19/20.

Thanks in advance!

“why are you hanging half way out your window?”

pairing: platonic!thalia grace x nb!child of hephaestus!reader, platonic!nico di angelo x nb!child of hephaestus!reader, platonic!percy jackson x nb!child of hephaestus!reader

it’s a bit short but i hope you like it!

— reader honestly had snuck out to see their partner so many times that they may have been too cocky the night they gotten caught by percy/thalia/nico

— let’s say readers lover is a mortal & knows that they “work” at a camp during the summers (they met at college!) & always offers to see them after camp hours when appropriate

— reader has never been caught so why would that night be an exception?? (they all use it to their advantage)

— they all catch reader on the same night but at different times!

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— PERCY had been out on a walk when he heard a window harshly open, halting him in his tracks as he whipped his head towards the hephaestus cabin, seeing a black backpack be quickly thrown out the window before approaching

— dude didn’t know what to expect but he def didn’t expect reader of all people to be crawling out of their window in the middle of the night

— “uh, why are you hanging halfway out your window (y/n)?” he asked, both arms crossed over his chest as he looked at the reader weirdly

— poor reader froze mid crawl & literally felt their heart drop to their stomach. out of all people, it had to be percy that caught them sneaking out.

— “getting fresh air?” they replied, finally out of their window & landing on their feet

— the blonde only hummed as he narrowed his eyes at the reader, totally not believing what the just said. “uh huh. well, whatever it is you are doing, i will be remembering this entire interaction & will use it accordingly”

— his words did not make reader feel better about the situation, trying to plead with him to not tell anyone else. he reassured them that he wouldn’t, but he’d definitely use it as blackmail & bring it up whenever he needed something.

— perhaps the next time he had a craving for blue gummy worms, he’d bring up this exact moment the next time reader was planning on sneaking out & get a reward for somehow keeping his big mouth shut about this for so long. yeah, he definitely deserves an award for not ratting reader out (at least that’s what he thinks)

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— THALIA had just arrived back at camp for a little getaway after being & traveling with artemis’ hunters for so long

— she had nearly fallen asleep until she heard someone trip over something right outside of her cabin, cursing to themselves as they got up

— the moment she opened the door to reveal the reader, thalia wanted to laugh out loud

— “what the hell are you doing?” she asked

— “nothing” reader would reply as they fixed themselves & brushed the dirt off their pants

— “doesn’t look like nothing”

— “it’s 100% nothing, thalia”

— “where are you going anyway this late at night?”

— “what’s with the interrogations, grace?”

— thalia gave up on trying to pry the information out of you & only rolled her eyes, bidding you a good night before promptly telling you that she won’t forget about this in the morning

— she def is planning on getting the information out of her one way or another OR will always bring it up until reader cracks & spills the beans

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— NICO is already wide awake when he sees a shadow breeze past him as he sat near the woods, having trouble falling asleep

— his eyes immediately dart up towards the figure, squinting in attempts to get a more accurate image of whoever it was walking around at midnight

— “(y/n)?” he asked

— the groan that reader let out sounded more like a growl as they became increasingly frustrated at getting caught three times trying to leave

— “yes, nico?”

— “what are you doing up this late?”

— “on a walk”

— “going for a walk at midnight with your backpack filled to the brim?”

— “yes. building endurance y’know?”

— the scoff nico made wanted you to crawl back into your window & never come back out. getting caught once was fine & something you could handle. but three times? the universe just seemed to hate you at this moment

— “hmm, sure. whatever you say”

— the minute he turned his head back towards the stars, you immediately beelined towards the woods/exit of camp half-blood, cursing yourself for being so carefree in your escape

— nico wasn’t too hellbent on using it for blackmail but once he heard about thalia & percy catching you the previous night as well, he just knew he had to join in on their teasing

— you spent so many nights doing percy’s laundry that you could literally tell what his size was from just looking at a piece of clothing. you gave the last piece of your favorite dessert to thalia too many times to count. & you took on the brunt of nico’s chores. you’d get them back later, trust!

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shwoo · 4 months

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Okay here's my headcanons of which Bugsnax characters actually know the Journalist's name. I'm also headcanoning that Lizbert mentioned their name when she told the others she wanted to invite them, and that they tend not to give their name unless prompted. They're a journalist, is that not enough?! (They may also have some personal identity issues)

REMEMBERED THEIR NAME

Lizbert: Knows their name and maybe also their address.

Beffica: Knew their name because she's read all their articles. Pretended not to know at first as part of her facade of detachment, which is why she said "You're that journalist!" when first meeting them.

Clumby: Presumably knows them as something more specific than "obsessed monster hunter who made me have to work late."

Chandlo: Remembered because he is definitely the kind of friendly and outgoing person who can remember anyone's name after hearing it once.

Wiggle: Makes a point of remembering journalist's names. Tends to unconsciously assume that any media person is there mostly for her, so she wants to make a good impression.

Snorpy: Remembered in order to look into them and figure out if they were the heroic truth-seeker kind of journalist or the villainous sensationalist kind. Liked what he found, but still suspected they were a Grumpinati impersonator when first meeting them.

Floofty: Remembers their name, but refuses to use it out of spite.

DID NOT REMEMBER THEIR NAME

Gramble: Forgot their name, and either asked them when they met, or asked Wiggle.

Triffany: Terrible with names, apologised and asked them for it when they met.

Cromdo: Told himself he'd remember their name in case they did show up and he had the chance to sell them something, then totally forgot. Asked them what it was when they met, and immediately did the "[diminutive], can I call you [diminutive]?" thing. The Journalist said "Sure," because they didn't really care.

Eggabell: Didn't pay much attention to what Lizbert said about them, since she didn't think they'd take the invitation. Despite having quite a bit of interaction with them and worrying about their health, didn't realise she didn't know what to call them until halfway through her "I just need Filbo and... Filbo's... buddy." line.

Shelda: Tried to remember their name so she could address them by it before they introduced themself, and impress them with her mystical knowledge, but got distracted by everything else that was happening and forgot. Got away with it for a while because of her tendency to refer to people with descriptions when overacting, but exposed herself when she said "Floofty, did you ask the journalist to throw acid at you?" The Journalist made fun of her for keeping up the charade for so long, so she reminded them that Floofty had asked them to throw acid at them, and they'd done it.

Wambus: Took a little while to realise that he couldn't get away with just calling them Stranger forever, and then was too stubborn to admit defeat and ask. The Journalist specifically suggested he use their name after his "I been calling you stranger, but you been around a while" chat, but he still refused to ask what it was, or admit that he didn't already know. Eventually heard Triffany refer to them by name, but she had to do it a few times before he decided that he knew it now.

Filbo: Forget immediately after being told, and also forgot to ask when they met. Didn't realise they probably had a name until after they'd interviewed him, and didn't want to ask out of awkwardness. Hoped they or one of the others would mention it, but coincidentally, nobody ever did, at least in an unambiguous way. Eventually asked them while they were heading back to the mainland, but continues to call them Buddy anyway.

Jamfoot: Clumby told him their name when she let him know that they were also going to Snaktooth Island, and he forgot their entire existence immediately. Was confused when Clumby mentioned them by name after they returned alive, even after she clarified that they were her ex-employee who went to Snaktooth Island.

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halogalopaghost · 3 months

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Not Alone

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Leaving Leatherhead alone in that great, dark subway station felt wrong. Raph tried one more time to convince him to come home with them; we can help you, he promised. But Leatherhead was too sure, and the rest of his family was just fine with it.

Alright, maybe “fine” wasn’t the right word. The walk home was short, but it was taken in somber silence. Mikey seemed to have a lot on his mind as he rubbed his sore noggin, and Donnie looked faraway and solemn.

“This is bogus,” Raph announced. “LH ain’t a danger to us. So he got some anger issues, so what? It ain’t anything new to you guys.”

“Leatherhead is so much bigger than us,” Leo reminded him. “It’s lucky that Mikey wasn’t hurt worse, but he still lost consciousness for a moment. I understand him not wanting to take any chances.”

“Which reminds me,” Donnie cut in. “Mikey, I have to check you for a concussion.”

As they entered the lair, Don dragged Mikey away, and Raph followed Leo into the kitchen.

“He called himself a monster, Leo. ‘Scuse me for thinking maybe the guy could use a little compassion.”

“I’m not saying we shouldn’t give it to him, just that a little distance isn’t a bad thing when he can’t control himself like that.”

Splinter looked between the two of them, brow raised and cup of tea halfway to his lips. “My sons, welcome home. I assume our friend is well?”

Leo sat at the table beside Splinter, sighing heavily. “Yes, Sensei, he’s alright. We had a run-in with some kind of hunter, but we took care of him.” Raph snorted. Leo glared at him briefly. “Donnie got him set up in an abandoned subway station just a few minutes away from here. It needs some cleanup, and electricity of course, but we already agreed to go back and help him in a few days.”

Splinter bowed his head. “He wishes to be left alone, then?”

Raph replied before Leo got a chance. “Yeah, he said he’ll let us know when he’s ready. He wants to be alone.”

“That is his choice, Raphael. But I feel you are not at peace with it?”

“No! Sensei, he’s sittin’ in the dark all alone over there, beatin’ himself up over something that ain’t his fault.”

“Sound familiar?” Leo cut in.

Silence fell over the small kitchen.

Splinter held a hand out toward Raphael. Hesitantly, because he could never deny his father, Raph stepped forward and took his hand. “Your compassion for Leatherhead is admirable, and I am sure he appreciates it. Sometimes these lessons must be learned by oneself though. If he needs us, we will be here.”

Raph deflated with a sigh. “Yeah, okay.”

“Just give him time.”

Raph tried to follow his father’s advice. They all went back to bed, even though he just didn’t feel tired anymore. He laid in his hammock, wrapped in blankets, and stared at the dark ceiling. Leatherhead didn’t have any blankets or pillows over there. When Donnie suggested walking back over with some stuff, he insisted that he would walk over for his things later. Well, it had been an hour since they left him and he still hadn’t come over for anything. Was he just not planning on sleeping?

With a frustrated grumble, Raph tossed aside his blankets and clambered out of the hammock. He quietly made his way down the fire escape stairway and marched right over to the couch that still had Leatherhead’s borrowed bedding strewn across it. He messily folded the two blankets, tucked a pillow under his arm, grabbed a couple of sodas since he wasn’t getting any sleep anyway, and stomped his way out into the cold sewer.

Give him time. Yeah, Raph gave him time alright, an entire hour and a half.

"Yo Leatherhead!" he called out. He pulled the make shift door closed behind him. Donnie had already offered to replace it with a false-wall door like their own, and he declined. Raph was sure he would build it anyway.

Raph felt a little uneasy in the wide-open, dark space. His instincts told him to cling to the wall and keep one eye on an exit. Knowing what a foul mood his friend was in really didn’t help.

"Where ya hidin' at? It’s cold as shell tonight, so I bought some blankets.” He squinted into the darkness. “I brought some sodas over too. I, uh, thought maybe we could talk."

"You should not be here."

Raph nearly jumped out of his shell. "Geez! You trying to give me a heart attack or somethin'? Warn a guy." He spotted Leatherhead slouched on the stairs of the platform, little more than a shape in the darkness.

"It is dangerous to be here," he reasserted.

Raph sat on a step beside him and plunked the blankets in his lap. "Why's that? Got a gas leak?"

He got a low growl in response.

Raph popped open both cans of soda and sat Leatherhead’s down on the step in between them. It almost physically pained him to think that LH might not drink it, but the gesture was important. April was slowly acclimating them to the idea that a little bit of food waste every now and then was unavoidable.

"I ain't afraid of you, by the way.”

Leatherhead picked up the can, but didn't drink from it. "Then you are a fool. Did you not see what I did to your brother? What could have been?"

An idea struck Raphael. He smirked and rested his elbows on the step behind him. "So, what—losing your cool makes you a monster?"

He looked at one of his clawed hands. "Yes."

"Do I look like a monster to you?"

He sighed. "Sibling bickering does not count. You couldn't understand."

"What? The helplessness? The anger that builds on itself like—like a poison? Or the feeling that everybody must be pretending to care, 'cause it ain’t possible that they really love someone as messed up as you? Which part don't I get?"

Leatherhead stayed quiet.

Raph took a drink to cool himself off. "I almost brained him with a pipe a while back. I woulda really hurt him if the guys hadn't stopped me."

"I'm sorry." He finally took a sip, maybe just to have something to do. "I did not know."

"Ah, I know you didn't, big guy. Ya don’t gotta apologize. All I’m tryin’ to say is, you aren’t alone, and you’re not a monster. If you wanna talk…or want any tips, you know where to find me." He knocked him in the shoulder with his elbow. "Neighbor."

Finally, a little bit of a smile turned up the corners of his mouth.

"Ya don't need to punish yourself by sitting here in the dark. What do you say, tomorrow morning I’ll bring the guys over here to get some lights on, huh?”

He huffed a short breath through his nose. "Alright, I’ll allow it. I appreciate your kindness, Raphael.”

He smirked. “Yeah, don’t get used to it.”

LH took another sip of the soda and this time, Raph caught him curling his lip. "What is this beverage? Why is it…tingly?"

Raph laughed "What, you never had a soda?"

"No." He set it aside with disdain "The Utrom eat a very wholesome diet largely composed of fish, greens, and whole grains. They have no dietary need for ‘soda’."

"Oh brother, tell me that diet included pizza!”

Leatherhead gave him a rather blank look.

“Alright. Tomorrow, first thing, pizza and a generator.”

He laughed. His laugh was a deep, chesty thing that Raph could almost feel, sitting so close to him. Hearing it was a nice change of pace from the sorrow in his voice earlier in the night. “Thank you, Raphael. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Raph stood and held his fist out. Leatherhead gently bumped his knuckles. “In the mornin’, big guy.”

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becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys · 10 months

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Doctor Who, but Chronologically: 45

It's 1974! I can practically feel Jon Pertwee.

But this is not a UNIT story - instead, we get a ghost story! Fun! Matt Smith is back but with Clara this time, and they're off to a giant country house, here played to perfection by Margam Park on the outside. Inside it's sporting Her From Call the Midwife and also actual literal Dougray Scott, so the acting quality skyrockets.

This seems to be early Clara, though. And hilariously, we just watched an Amy/Rory/River episode that went hard on the arc mystery for a story this watch order had already resolved for us; with Clara, though, we seem to be getting the mystery in real time. I think the only odd bits currently are (a) what did he mean about the souffles, and (b) why the fuck did she hang out with Capaldi. But this here is early Clara, still new to traveling, and the Doctor trying to work out what she "is".

The plot here is in two halves. The first half is a nice-looking but fairly toothless ghost story. Midwife lady and Dougray Scott are ghost hunters (or more accurately, he is; she's an empath trying to help the ghost), and they're in this big house because it's been haunted by a ghast since time immemorial. The Doctor and Clara just sort of turn up for a bit of a nose. There's a fun scene where Dougray Scott (I really cannot get over that this is real Dougray Scott holy shit) shows them his board of ghost photos and talks them through the ghost's history, which is fairly sparse, but the genuine Dougray Scott is the one acting it, so it's creepy as fuck anyway. Also Clara spots that the ghost is always in the same position in every photo. It's very good, I liked that bit.

Funnily enough, the rest of the ghost story is badly served because of this stupid watch order. Say what you like of this era but the previous episode with the Silents was genuinely creepy and scary and horrifying when it played with its "There's something in the room with us" moments, so this is more, you know, generic, just with Dougray Scott.

Then halfway through there's a scene that very neatly bisects the ghost story half of the episode and the generic sci-fi half. The Doctor and Clara jump in the TARDIS and take a photo of the ghost from the Earth's creation to its death so they can make a movie of it. This means they can see it's just some time traveller stuck in a pocket dimension running away from a sort of unspooled corpse trying to be a crab, but more importantly to US it means Clara has a moment of realising the existential dread of her own mortality, leading to a mildly trite conversation where she demands to know if she's just a ghost to the Doctor.

"No," he says. "You're the only mystery worth solving."

By contrast to the ghost story, that's actually well-served by this watch order. It makes it sound like he means humans in general, which would be sweet and also a fascinating character beat, rather than Clara specifically, which is unsettling and kind of intense for a first date.

Anyway the rest of the plot is them opening a portal to the pocket dimension (using the blue crystal from Metebelis 3! Which Matt Smith cannot pronounce! I said I could feel Jon Pertwee) and rescuing the time traveller from the unspooled corpse crab. There's a bit where the TARDIS is a dickhead to Clara; I like Clara, but I fucking adore TARDIS-as-character stuff, I'm an utter SLUT for it, so I was delighted. Why though? Who knows! A new plot thread!

And then the final five minutes becomes a lot of lacklustre romance between multiple characters, but I'm not criticising because two of those characters are unspooled corpse crabs. We go the whole episode not being properly shown them, and then right at the end Matt Smith goes back to the pocket dimension and is like "COME WITH ME! i'LL TAKE YOU TO HER!!!" :D :D :D

And then it finally rises behind him and it turns to look at him and

well

I'll be honest I fucking howled. Best bit. Loved it.

And then the Doctor asks the psychic midwife what Clara is, and she's like "...that would be a normal human girl, asshole" as the double negative moodlet from the Sims appears over her head. So that mystery remains mysterious.

Let's update! No new threads, nothing resolved, one minor tweak.

“She” (an unknown person) is returning (perhaps River returned as Missy. Maybe Me? Maybe Clara???!)

There is something on Donna’s back

An entire planet, Pyrovilia, just… disappeared, somehow. (Maybe because the TARDIS is exploding??? Saturnine was also lost, and that WAS because of the TARDIS exploding. The lion man’s planet was also lost but he was a bit of a knob about it if I’m honest. The Thijarian planet was destroyed by some sort of impact). Is this the Flux?

Amy is maybe dead (she’s not)

The Doctor has been cubed (he’s out, but how?)

River is possibly blown up (unless she’s Missy. Nope: she is definitely not blown up)

The TARDIS has blown up (It’s fine now. Except it’s sort of melting now because it’s corrupted, but it’s fine again. NOPE, back to not working.)

The universe appears to have ended (the universe is back again)

The Doctor has employed(?) Nardole

(And Nardole was “reassembled???” Nardole had glass nipples and invisible hair?? WHAT THE FUCK IS HE)

There’s a vault in the TARDIS and it contains Missy but we don’t know why (sometimes she knocks for the bants)

There’s an immortal Viking girl now. Her name is Me and she’s now looking after the people the Doctor abandons

Why was Rory entirely unconcerned by the entire world suddenly going silent when that is Not Normal and should have been, at the very least, extremely disconcerting?

What did the Doctor do to Queen Lizzie One?

Why is Amy seeing a one-eyed woman in a vanishing window? (She’s with the Silents, but we don’t know why Amy saw her)

Why is Amy’s pregnancy inconclusive? (Maybe because the baby had Time Lord DNA?) She’s deffo pregnant and the baby becomes River, but why inconclusive?

Who is Sarah-Jane Smith?

How is the Doctor Bill’s teacher and why/where does he have an office?

What is going on with the Cyber War and the Cyberium???

What happened with the Other Cyber War?

What happened with the Third War that deleted the void?

Why does Rose seem particularly important?

What order do these Doctors go in? (Eccleston, Tennant, uncertain, Smith, Capaldi, Whittaker)

Which companion just… forgot the Doctor, and how?

Yaz and Vinder are about to die as Mori/Mwri/Muuri (Not anymore, somehow)

There is a Lupari shield around Earth.

What’s a Time War?

What’s the Rift?

What’s Bad Wolf?

In which war did the Doctor become a war criminal, and how?

Who is the Master?

Why has Amy forgotten Rory? How did she forget a Dalek invasion?

Is Rory plastic or not? Yeah, must be, he couldn’t possibly remember being plastic otherwise

Why is the Doctor sulking on a cloud?

How exactly does the Doctor have a cloud?

What exactly happened with Strax to, uh, tame him?

Which friend killed Strax?

Which friend brought Strax back?

Where did this lesbian lizard and human couple come from?

What happened with Clara as Souffle Girl and the Daleks?

How does Clara actually join?

Why so many Claras? NEW INFO: A psychic midwife says she's just normal human

Why is Missy apparently in robo-heaven?

Why is probably!Missy pushing Clara and the Doctor together?

What is Trensilor and what happened there?

Who is Handles?

The Doctor is about to be dissolved by a beautiful geode man

The universe is being crushed by the Flux

Will the Doctor open the fobwatch?

Sontarans are invading Earth again

Who is Kate?

Who is Osgood? Another name of Clara’s again?

The fuck is the deal with the Grand Serpent

Does Martha get to go to an ice cream planet with 12-fingered massage aliens?

How did the Doctor forget Clara?

Who is Bill’s puddle girlfriend Heather?

How did Nardole die?

When does Bill get Cyberman-ed and die?

When does the Doctor shrink and enter a Dalek called Rusty?

Whittaker is falling to her death rn

Was that ring relevant?

Does anyone know the Doctor’s name?

When did Yaz talk to Dan about fancying the Doctor?

When did Dan talk to the Doctor about fancying Yaz?

What’s happening with the bees?

What happened with Donna’s ex and a giant spider?

What war wiped out the Daleks, and is it one of the ones already mentioned?

What did the Doctor mean when he said “The (Daleks) always live, while I lose everything?”

If Dalek Caan is the last Dalek left why are there more now?

How did the rest of the Time Lords die?

How and why did Amy melt?

What’s the question that will make silence fall?

Why do the Silents… want silence to fall?

How and why are Silents at war with the Doctor when he… hasn’t even heard of them?

How does Hitler get out of the cupboard?

What’s the significance of fish fingers and custard?

Why does the Doctor feel guilt about Rose, Martha and Donna?

What happened with the space whale?

When does Rory defend Amy for 2000 years? Since Roman times, it seems

How does the Doctor survive River? He doesn’t, apparently

How does he erase himself from history

Did Captain Jack lose his memories to the same people as the Doctor? What did he lose?

When did the Doctor send the Daleks into a void to save the universe?

What’s with the weird crack in the wall and is it affecting memories?

Why do Amy and Rory think the Doctor is dead? Is it because of River as an astronaut?

Is Matt Smith’s Doctor a tree racist?

Why is the beautiful geode woman stealing people into a Passenger form?

River says she’ll die one day when the Doctor doesn’t remember her, let’s hope she doesn’t mean it

NEW INFO: why doesn't the TARDIS like Clara?

#doctor whom #and yet we are continuing

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Haunted Hotel

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Reader Prompt: "That wasn't so scary." "Speak for yourself, I'm calling the Ghost Hunters."

"Rhea, what was the name of our hotel?" you asked as you shifted in the passenger's seat. You had been staring out the window for the majority of the drive just looking at all of the billboards and scenery. None of them were particularly interesting until you saw one for a haunted hotel that had a suspiciously familiar name.

"The Ashcroft," Rhea answered. For a moment, you could have believed that it was an accident, but you saw the little tightening of her grip on the steering wheel.

"The Ashcroft, the apparently famously haunted hotel. That's very interesting, who exactly did you make the reservations with?" you asked. Rhea turned her head away from you to avoid the harshness of your glare. You knew that it had to be Damian, the only other one in Judgement Day who liked scary shit nearly as much as Rhea did. Dominick may have done whatever Rhea wanted, but at least he had some boundaries when it came to spiritual things like ghosts and demons. Finn had his demon gimmick, but you didn't take him as the type for roadside attraction scares.

"Um, well, Priest and I were looking for a nice place on the way. This hotel looked way cooler than the one the company was gonna put us up in. Oh, and we're not going to be the only ones staying here. Maybe we can all have like a little party or something in one of our rooms. You still like Alexa, right?" Rhea sounded genuinely excited, which was the only reason that you weren't currently texting either Bayley or Mia to come and get you from this hotel. However, something told you as you saw the building off in the distance that you'd be making that call anyways.

"Rhea, I'm not staying in there," you told her. Rhea pouted as she pulled into her parking spot. Damian was standing outside with Dominick and two keys in his hands. You hadn't stayed in a hotel that still used physical keys instead of cards or codes to lock the doors. You couldn't explain it, but this building gave you a horrendously bad vibe. "You know I don't like scary stuff."

"Come on, it'll be fine. I wasn't supposed to tell you this, but Liv, Tegan, and Shotzi are all waiting in the lobby to see you. They're pretty excited," Rhea said. You sighed in defeat as Rhea undid your seatbelt. You very slowly got out of the car and sent Damian a glare on your way into the hotel. Just like Rhea had said, your friends from Smackdown had been waiting for you, all of them, except for Tegan, seemed stoked to be staying at this hotel for the night.

"Candace is ready to pick us up if something freaky happens," Tegan said as she linked her arm with yours. Rhea had Damian and Dominick bring the bags to your room while you joined her on a tour of the hotel. It was a really beautiful place, even if every single room did make your skin crawl a little bit. The tour was sort of cool, getting to learn about the history of the hotel, but then Rhea decided that it would extend to the basement. You already didn't like basements, and one that you knew was haunted was bound to be an absolute no-go.

"Come on," Rhea said as she grabbed your hand. She was holding onto it tightly so that you couldn't just opt out and run off. You managed to get about halfway through before you swore that you felt something watching you. You tried to hide yourself with Rhea, but it was no use. Luckily, that part of the tour got cut short by an emergency at the front desk. Whenever your group got back to the lobby, you immediately pulled your phone out and started texting Candace to come get you. "That wasn't so scary. I bet you could stay here all night even."

"Speak for yourself, I'm calling the Ghost Hunters," you told Rhea. She laughed it off, but did tilt your phone screen down so she could see who you were texting. "Candace will be here in about 20. Have a good night here. Please try not to bring anything back home with you, I do not want to have to get our house cleansed."

"No promises. I kinda want whatever made you cuddly in the basement," Rhea joked. One glare stopped that amusement in its tracks. "Not funny, got it."

#wwe x reader #wwe #wwe imagine #wwe imagines #rhea ripley imagines #rhea ripley imagine #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley

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luminlunii · 3 months

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Oh no, Segewick didn't die. He's still alive and does escape. Not with out a price. I haven't decided what exactly, but I do know he loses a limb by the time he does escape with other people. He resides in Canada, at these like halfway houses, helping people. Yes, Rocky and him do meet and again. As for others, I have some backstory on Freckle! When Freckle lost his memory, he was with Ivy. When you are with someone from original show after the memory wipe from the Entity, you go based off of instinctive feels for the other. Sometimes people guess correctly, other times they are way off. Freckle and Ivy, based on feelings alone, came to the conclusion they were together. They stayed that way, even got married. Things were good…until Ivy got sick the Melani Nonos. Which I have already explained to some degree. What happens is there are three stages of regular sickness, fever, blisters, vomiting ink,etc. that get progressively worse and worse. Stage 4, which is where Ivy was, is basically the run of the mill, turning into a zombie trope. Only really dragged out, painful, and slipping in and out of insane violent outbursts. Freckle was trying the best he could, but it was getting to him. He was rationalizing why handcuffing Ivy in the basement was for the best and that wasn't good for anyone. What else could he do though? It's not like he could send to the hospital or the organization, when characters get to stage 4, they put them down like a zombie because there is no known cure they are aware of (there is, but it's a little complicated). He didn't want that for Ivy, he wanted to find away to help her! One particularly bad night and injured, Freckle was broken and a loss of what to do. That is until his house was broken into by Rouge the Bat and Shadow from Sonic X (That one anime about Sonic.). After a fight, Rouge and Shadow being apprehended, and miss understandings, Rouge and Shadow explain they are there to collect Ivy's soul. You see on the Entity's side of things, he's been preying on character's desperations for anything. Answers for what's going on, their sick loved ones to be cured, power, money, anything. As long as they aren't trying to cure themselves, because the Entity can't do that. However, it comes with prices, to sell your soul, collecting other sick people's souls for the Entity, and depending on how high ranked you are, convincing/tricking people to join you. You can never go back home directly, because if you do, your deal with be undone and the people you care about will get sick again. These people are called Bounty Hunters. Even though she's avidly against doing so because of the toll it brings to others, she saw how bad the situation was for him and knew the far worse people in the recruitment department would take advantage of how much at wits end Freckle was...so she told him about the deals the Entity gives/forces on people in a way that was letting him know everything. Freckle, of course, being desperate, takes the offer. Anything to make Ivy better again, even if he can't really be near her. After taking the ghost train summoned by special whistles the bounty hunters and the painful ceremony where he is given demonic powers, he became an apprentice Bounty Hunter. His mentor that was assigned to him? Nico Savoy, who sold his soul for Serafine because she was sick too.

I just- I feel numb. I can't of anything that could top this. This is it. My thirteenth reason.

Anyways, BRAVO! Love how insane this story concept is! Please tell me we're done

#Trek for the Truth

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gabessquishytum · 1 year

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that person with the ABO true mates thing has the right idea tbh. on a similar note, imagine instead dream is the 3rd child of some important medieval noble family. he's resigned to live a life of boring diplomacy and living in his father's shadow and probably being married off for some political alliance (he is the 2nd son but he's also the 3rd child and imo death is generally a lot more well prepared for anything he might have thrown his way as the "spare" but we already knew that)

but one day dream and some of his family are in the town square, perhaps returning from a long journey. they maybe were off trying to negotiate a deal for dream's hand in marriage, but dream was so miserable about it that the talks were useless and everyones coming home upset. theres a lot of people around and its generally very busy, so it isn't very surprising that dream brushes shoulders with some stranger, but before he gets the chance to tell him off for it since he is still a bratty little prince, he gets thrown into a full blown heat. like, falls to the ground, clawing to get his clothes off because theyre too much, panting because he cant catch his breath type. (i personally am a huge sucker for bottom dream regardless of whether he doms or not, but after seeing an ask about househusband/alpha!hob i really cant get the idea of dom bottom omega dream and service top submissive alpha hob out of my head)

anyway, he gets back home just fine to wait out his heat, and as soon as he's done he's hell bent on finding whoever it was that sent him into that. night would probably want him to go find whoever it was (thinking of night in overture making a whole pocket dimension for dream and a lover), but maybe time would want to still get a political alliance out of this. he ends up doing some cinderella type thing to find hob back and he's so in love he conveniently ignores that hob is a mercenary/thief/sword for hire/bounty hunter/whatever and has probably most definitely also stolen from dreams family before. besides, who cares about a little bit of money when you can order your new alpha mate to fuck you halfway to hell and back? all im gonna say is they have NOTHING to worry about when it comes to heirs

-🖋

I see submissive alpha hob? I go feral. Literally this whole thing is GOLD.

I’m imagining after his heat, Dream uses his status (maybe with Night’s help if she’s in a good mood) to summon all the unmated alphas in town to his family’s home, and has them all walk past him while he smells every single one. Hob literally only showed up for the opportunity to steal some stuff from the place, so imagine his shock when little lordling Dream pounces on him and declares that they are true mates!! Hob obviously isn’t mad about it because Dream is the prettiest little darling he’s ever seen… he’s also an absolute terror, spends half his time snarling and the other half sulking. Hob loves it, loves him within about an hour (especially when Dream drags him off and takes his knot in a store cupboard - they’re not even married! the scandal is delicious!).

Dream is insatiable, but Hob is more than able to keep up. Hob doesn’t give a shit about manners or being respectable, and he’ll gladly join Dream in skipping out on diplomatic dinners and other dull things. The “honeymoon phase” doesn’t show any sign of stopping after a year of being mated - Dream rarely shows his face outside of their bedroom before noon, because he’s busy. It’s a good thing that Hob has access to high quality food now, because otherwise he’d be dropping a lot of weight with all the strenuous activity Dream expects from him.

Dream’s family aren’t best pleased with the match, but even they can’t stand in the way of true mates, and Dream is only the third child so it isn’t the end of the world. At least Hob keeps Dream out of trouble and full of pups.

#🖋 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw omegaverse

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kwisatzworld · 6 months

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Vale's Last Year in 250cc - 1999

Malaysian GP, Sepang “The winter was fun. Usually I don’t like the winter because it' s too cold, but where I live, near the Adriatic coast, there are so many people in the summer. That didn’t used to be a problem, but now everyone recognises me, so it’s Rossi! Rossi! Rossi! all the time. I don’t like it!” “I spent a lot of time with my friends, as that’s when I’m happiest. We went skiing a few times, a big gang of us. Mad! Snowboarding is more fashionable nowadays but I’m faster on skis, so it’s better! Melandri came with me once, he’s my best mate in the paddock, plus Alessandro Brannetti, a new Italian 125 guy.” “I moved into my new house just before Christmas and that was great, though my mother came with me! I wanted to live alone, but she said no. It’s okay living with her, I’m so busy it’s good to have her around.” “My girlfriend Eliane came out to Malaysia with me. We’ve been going out for almost two years now, though she doesn’t come to so many races. Women need a lot of attention, so having her with me at races is both good and bad!”

Spanish GP, Jerez “Halfway through my victory lap I knew I’d never make it back to the pits without a piss, so I had to stop in that marshal’s toilet, otherwise disaster!”

French GP, Circuit Paul Ricard “I got into some big trouble for my celebration at Jerez. The GP bosses fined me after I won the race and then stopped at the toilet on my slow-down lap, but you’re not allowed to stop on the track after the race. But I was right off the track, so I wasn’t being dangerous. I don’t care if they fine me anyway, because Aprilia pays! Seriously, they should worry about really improving safety and also improving the show. For sure I will do the same thing again because I like to amuse the fans.” “I think the GP bosses want to make motorcycle racing like F1 cars and I don’t think that’s right. Sure there is more money in F1 and there are more fans, but bike racing is more fun and more exciting. The bosses don’t seem to understand that bike fans are very different from car fans, maybe they’re a little more crazy. I don’t like F1 because it doesn’t seem like a real sport to me. It seems that everyone in F1 is only there for the money, while motorcycles are about passion.” “You may have noticed I had some new stickers on my bike in France, they are insurance and tax stickers, just like you have on the street. Just for a joke!”

Italian GP, Mugello “Races in Italy are always difficult for me, so much pressure, so many people. But fun also. I’m used to all the fans coming after me now, the only way I can get around is to ride my scooter fast, and don’t stop; otherwise I get a hundred autograph hunters. Of course, I sign a lot, but I wouldn’t have time to ride my bike if I signed them all! A big gang of my fans camped out at Curva Casanova at Mugello. They made a lot of noise, but not as much as the crazy fans who rev their engines all day and night at Mugello. You cannot believe the noise!” “They liked my special paint job and leathers, it was a homage to the seventies, the age of love and peace: Valentini Peace&Love! I think they were good times and they were also the times when my dad won some 250 GP races. Respect!” “I crashed twice at Mugello, once on Friday morning and then once on my victory lap. It was crazy, the fans came on the track and tried to take my gloves, helmet, anything. Then I ran into Gigi [Soldano], one of the Dorna TV cameramen, and toppled off my bike. I guess he was looking through his lens, so he didn’t see how close I was!” “Before Mugello I spent some time at home, riding my 250 road bike and going motocrossing. I have a new motocross bike at home, but I can’t tell you what it is, because it’s not an Aprilia!”

Catanlan GP, Catalunya “People are already asking me what I’ll be doing in 2000. I’m not sure at the moment but I think I’ll stay in 250 for a third year. If I win the title I’ll probably stay, and if I don’t I’ll definitely stay. I’m not worried about running the #1 plate before I change classes again, #46 is better than number one.”

Dutch TT, Assen “After Barcelona I drove my camper van with my friend Uccio to Assen, but we broke down because the engine lost all its oil and water. We got it fixed and then carried on to Euro Disney. We spent a day there, very funny. I’d already been there once, back in ‘95 between two European championship rounds and I like it, it’s for kids and big kids like me. It’s a lot of fun, but you spend too much time waiting in queues for the rides.” “My favourite? The space mountain rollercoaster, it’s very, very, fast and turns left and right really suddenly and you’re in the dark so you don’t know which way you’re going to go next. I wouldn’t say it’s more fun than riding a GP bike, but you can sit there and enjoy the ride without worrying about your lap times.”

British GP, Donington Park “I like Donington Park; the only thing I didn’t like was the weather. I still don’t like racing in the water, so I just asked God to make it dry for the race. He did what I wanted, but only just!” “Me and my girlfriend Eliane dyed our hair bright green for Donington. Why? Because I like green! I’m almost running out of colours now, I’ve had my hair orange, yellow, grey, blue, yellow and black and the colours of the Italian tricolore. Tell me if you have any other suggestions!”

German GP, Sachsenring “I have been doing a lot of thinking about my future over the past few weeks. It’s not easy to decide what you want to do, especially when you have so many people offering you jobs. Number one, I know I am very lucky to be in this position and it’s very flattering to have so many people wanting me to ride for them. I’ve even been approached by Mick Doohan who wants me to ride for his Honda 500 team. Mick has talked with my father Graziano and my manager Gibo Badioli, and to get a job offer from a five-time World Champion is incredible.” “Basically, there are three offers open to me. The first is to ride a 250 again with Aprilia, who I’ve been with since 1996, and then two from different Honda 500 teams, Mick’s new team and the official Honda Racing Corporation squad. Everyone expects me to move up to 500 one day and I suppose I will some time, but I’m in no hurry, I’m not obsessed with doing 500. I love riding the 250 and this is only my second season in the class. Also, I’m still quite young so I believe time is on my side. Ideally I want to win the 250 title before I go to 500.” “That’s a problem because all the people who have offered me a ride want me to decide much sooner than that, whereas I would prefer to finish the championship and then think about next year during the off-season. Anyway, at the moment I feel like the three offers are in this order of priority: Aprilia, the official Honda team and then Mick’s team. So I think I will stay with Aprilia in 250s for 2000. I have a good relationship with the factory and I see no reason to leave them in a hurry.” “Now we have a four-week holiday, hooray! All I really want to do is sleep. During the break last year I went to Tunisia with a bunch of friends like Melandri, but all I want to do now is stay home and rest. My home is near a holiday resort anyway, near the Adriatic Sea, but to be honest I don’t like the sea so much. I prefer snow...”

Czech GP, Brno “I did pretty much nothing during the four-week break after Germany, just stay home, stay quiet and sleep very much! I did a bit of motocross with my friends, also some water skiing and a few parties. On weekends when I’m not racing, I never go to bed before six or seven on Sunday morning. If it’s a party, maybe even later, but going to bed at six in the morning is quite normal for me!” “Even when I was 14 I used to go to bed at 4am. Quite often I’d be riding around the local minimoto tracks until after midnight! If I go to sleep at 11 or 12 I just lie there, my eyes wide open. Maybe I would be good at 24-hour racing!” “Next race is Imola, another home GP for me, so big stress from all the media and all the fans. But that’s okay. As usual for an Italian race I will have a special paint job on my bike and special leathers, but I can’t tell you what they’ll be because I don’t know myself! We never plan this kind of thing, I’ll sit around with my friends, having a few beers, and someone comes up with some crazy idea and that’s what we go with!”

Imola GP, Imola “As always, I had to do something special for the weekend because it was an Italian race, so I had my hair done exactly like my chief mechanic, Rossano Brazzi. He’s a great guy, fantastic to work with, and he does such a great job on my bikes. I shaved the top of my head just like him, because he’s all bald up there, and you could hardly tell us apart! He’s quite old, but so am I nowadays. Twenty isn’t so young!” “Everyone was asking me at Imola about what I will do next year. If I got a few thousand lira for every time someone says ‘Valentino, what bike will you ride in 2000?’ I think I would be a very, very rich guy! Anyway, I’m planning to decide very soon and, of course, I’ll let you know as soon as I make up my mind.” “I’m looking forward to heading down to Australia, I like the place and the people have a lot of spirit, maybe that’s why they also seem to appreciate us Italians. My only worry is the weather. You always think of sunshine when you think of Australia but the race is too early in the spring and it can be really cold. The track even has a corner called Siberia!”

Australian GP, Phillip Island “As well as the cold, the other big thing about Phillip Island is jetlag. I arrived in Melbourne on Tuesday and you’re really tired for the next few days, waking up at four in the morning and all that. A lot of people use sleeping pills but you can’t really do that if you’re a rider, your head feels a bit dizzy the next day, which isn’t good at 280km/h. I was better by the time the GP started but still tired.” “Last year I was so tired I fell asleep during dinner at a restaurant in Cowes. It’s funny because we go all the way to Australia and everyone thinks it’s a very hot country, and it’s maybe the coldest GP of the year. They have penguins down there too, so maybe they should rename it the Grand Prix of Antarctica!”

South Africa, Welkom “We got to South Africa on Tuesdayand went straight to Welkom. This was my first time in Africa and I have to say I didn’t like it so much, though maybe we didn’t visit the best place. A few days before practice we went to a small safari park, not a zoo and not a game reserve. Some of the animals were in cages and some weren’t, the lions were. It’s better that way!” “Before I go to Brazil next week I’m going to spectate at the Italian round of the World Rally Championship at San Remo. I love rallying, it’s a fantastic sport and maybe I’ll have a proper go it if I ever get bored of bikes. I already do some rallying every year, in November I’ll be competing in a rally at Monza, probably in a Subaru. I know [Carlos] Sainz and Liatti, they’re great guys.” “Everyone says I have signed to ride 500 for Honda next year but it’s not true. Honda has made a great offer but the Aprilia offer is still more money, not that money is the most important thing. The big thing with the Honda is that it’s the best bike in 500, so I have a great chance to enter the 500 class with a really good machine and a great team.” “The Italian press is already going crazy about the whole thing, they make a big casino, a lot of noise about it! This is because I will be racing against Max for the first time, if I go to 500s. For sure Max would be difficult to beat, especially in my first year. He’s one of the best few 500 riders in the world but at the end of the day he’s only another rider.”

Rio GP, Jacarepagua “I am the champion! It' s difficult to compare this with the 125 title I won in ‘97 because while the 250 title is obviously more important and more difficult to win, the 125 was my first world title and it will always be special for that reason.” “Aprilia organised a big party at a Rio yacht club on Sunday night, right near the Sugar Loaf Mountain. It was fun because I paid for 20 of my best friends from my home town of Tavullia to fly to Rio. The guy who came around with me on my victory lap, dressed as an angel, was the 21st of my friends. He paid for his own ticket! I’m sure Aprilia will arrange another big party when I get back to Italy, but for sure the best party will be at my house, with all my friends!” “For sure there was even more pressure on me over the weekend, with the championship ready to be mine. But I don’t have a big problem with that kind of thing. So long as you can keep your concentration, nothing else matters, because you don’t let anything bother you when you’re on the bike. Life definitely gets easier when you’re on the bike, because you can stop worrying and get on with the fun part: riding!” “Before I went to Rio I spent a couple of days at the San Remo round of the World Rally Championship. I had a lot of fun there, even though I had to get up at 6.00am two mornings in a row, and as you probably know I hate getting up early.” “I spent some time with (Didier) Auriol, the French Toyota driver. He’s a crazy guy with a crazy face, he has really wild eyes, but he’s a good guy, very friendly. I also did some motocross during the break after South Africa. I’m much faster on a motocross bike than I was last year but I have to be very careful, especially because of the championship. I know how easy it is to hurt yourself doing motocross because I injured myself like that in ‘95 and I was in so much pain that I lost the next round of the Italian championship I was fighting for. My father was very angry!” “As far as next year goes, the situation is still the same, and I’m not going to make up my mind until I get home to Italy after the Argentine Grand Prix. I’m getting a lot of advice about what I should do from a lot of different people, but in the end it’s only me who can make the right decision.” “I have to be careful. I know that if Honda offer me whatever I want, the money I want, the team I want and so on, and I turn them down, maybe they won’t ask me to ride for them ever again. But if we can’t agree on which team, money and that kind of thing, maybe we can talk again another year when I’m ready to make the move.”

Argentine GP, Buenos Aires “So long as I’m up there fighting for the wins I don’t care if I’m on a 125 or 250. Or a 500! The biggest difference for me is off the racetrack. Every year there’s more journalists and television guys that want to talk to me. One day it will get to the stage where I won’t have any time to go out and ride the bike! I guess in some ways I preferred life when I wasn’t famous, but if I wasn’t famous it would mean I wasn’t winning races. So maybe I have no choice but to like being famous.” “I’m probably going to have my championship celebration party at my house in the middle of the month. It’ll just be my team and my friends, not a big press event like the one we had at Rio. Parties are more fun without cameras everywhere.” “The Rio party was a bit crazy, we had it at a big yacht club and everyone got thrown in the pool, fully clothed. I got thrown in twice and thought I was going to die of pneumonia.” “Then when there’s some snow I’m going to do a week’s skiing somewhere in Italy. And I want to go somewhere hot too, maybe Miami or somewhere in South America, so long as there’s sun, sand and sea, I don’t really care. I’m just going to spend seven days on the beach asleep. Perfect.” “As you know I don’t like riding under the water. I feel my wet-weather riding is improving and that’s important because it seems to rain at pretty much every GP these days.”

#valentino rossi #motogp #250cc #the valentino rossi files: everything i've ever written about vr #by mat oxley #reading

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For the ask game you know who I'm gonna do...Spider, sixteen.

Put That Guy In a Situation™️ Ask Game

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16. Meeting past/future self + Spider Socorro

A/N: What are the plot redefining implications of the RDA somehow getting their hands on time traveling technology, you ask? Shrugs, try not to think about it too hard. Enjoy!

Content warnings for implied abuse and non-con.

“Ready or not, here I come!” Spider calls, jumping down from his perch in a tree where he'd been counting with his forehead pressed against the trunk.

He listens to the breeze whistling through the branches; runs his hands along the tall greenery and giggles as a kenten takes flight in a colorful swirl, away from his curious fingers. Hide and Seek is his favorite game to play in the forest. He likes seeking more than hiding, because no matter how still he is or how quiet he tries to be, the others always seem to find him first. But when he’s the one seeking, it’s like he is an equal. He is the hunter, ears strained and eyes hyper focused for any signs of his prey.

Neteyam’s been teaching him how to track using displaced soil and the positions of the plants. It’s hard work, but it comes in handy for games like this. Spider gets close to the ground, studying the grass that's at eye level with him. Movement in the corner of his eye has his head snapping up, but it’s only a couple of syaksyuk swinging from the branches above him. The moment of distraction is what causes him to spot the group of wilted ferns a few feet away. They list heavily to one side, like something bigger has kicked them away. Spider grins triumphantly.

“Lo’ak~” he sing songs, bounding over to the trail and following it as the pattern weaves through the forest. Now that he’s spotted it, it’s almost ridiculous how obvious the tracks are. Someone has been this way, and recently, too. “You’re getting sloppy, bro!”

The trail leads him right to a thicket of vines before disappearing beyond them. It’s a great hiding spot with the way the vines are half-obscured in shadow. He peaks through a gap and sees a tall tree in the center of a clearing. It’s hard to see at this angle, but there’s a figure kneeling at the base of the tree. Gotcha. Spider shoves through the curtain of vines, the words already halfway off his tongue.

“I found—”

His voice dies as the figure comes into full view.

It’s not Lo’ak. It’s not Neteyam or Kiri, either. No, the figure that turns to face him looks just as shocked to see him as he is to see them. A human boy. He’s wearing clothes similar to the humans back at Hell’s Gate, but Spider doesn’t recognize him as any of the scientists that work alongside his foster parents. His mask isn’t as bulky, either, and the exopack is quieter when the boy inhales sharply.

“Shit,” The boy hisses.

Spider doesn’t warn him not to curse. There's no adults around to catch him, anyway.

“Who are you?” He asks. Even as he does so, he gets closer to the stranger. Maybe he should feel more cautious, but he has no reason to fear any human in the forest. None of them have ever cared enough about Spider to want to hurt him before.

“I'm, uh, a friend. Of Norm's,” The boy says.

That has Spider perking up. “Oh, me too!”

Now only feet away, he can see the boy's face clearly. It's almost familiar, the dimple in his chin and set of his cheekbones makes Spider feel like he’s seen this boy before in passing. His blonde curls are cropped close to his head, and his sleeveless shirt reveals arms tight with muscle and broad shoulders. He must wrestle a lot, Spider thinks, when he sees all of the bruises on the boy's body. They crawl up and around his biceps, circle in purple and green blotches near the base of his throat and peek out from under the seal of his mask. There are some bite marks, too, red and fresh looking.

“Are you out here by yourself?” The boy asks.

Spider shakes his head. “I'm playing with my friends.”

The boy smiles a small, subdued smile. It's a little sad, and doesn't quite meet his big brown eyes. “Where are Lo'ak and Kiri? Is Neteyam with you?”

“I dunno, we're playing Hide and Seek. Do you know the Sullys?” Spider asks, a little surprised. This boy might not be a total stranger, no human at base really is to him, but he'd think he would know this one better if the boy knew Lo'ak, Kiri, and Neteyam by name.

“Sure do. You're all kind of hard to ignore when you play around in the labs.”

Spider dips his chin bashfully. That's definitely true, the scientists only let him go outside as much as they do because the only other option is to let his chaos be unleashed within the compound. And that can lead to lots of headaches and any number of broken tech.

“Sorry.”

The boy clicks his tongue and brushes a hand under Spider's chin to make him look up again.

“Don't be. Norm secretly thinks it's funny when you get up to trouble. Don't tell him I said that, though.”

Spider mimes zipping his mouth shut and throwing away a key to show that the secret is safe with him. It's the right move, because the boy's smile widens.

“How old are you now, Spider?” The boy asks.

“Seven.”

A beat. The boy stares at him with a faraway look, and for some reason it fills Spider with a lonely type of sadness. He gets the sense that the boy in front of him doesn't get a lot of hugs.

“We went back too far,” the boy mutters under his breath. It's quiet enough that he probably didn't mean for Spider to hear it. Not that it matters, because the words don't make any sense to him.

There's the sound of snapping twigs and crunching leaves, and the boy's body language shifts. His expression turns grim, almost scared. Spider turns in the direction the sound came from, expecting to see a viperwolf or something.

“Miles?” A voice calls from beyond the clearing, getting closer.

The voice is unfamiliar. It must belong to another person Spider hasn't met yet. Is he calling for the boy? Surely he isn't calling for Spider, no one refers to him by his birth name anymore. Then the boy grabs him by the shoulders and spins him around so they are facing each other again.

“Spider, you gotta go, alright? Lo'ak is probably around here somewhere.”

The urgency in his voice scares Spider a little. Something has changed in the last minute that they've been here together, and he doesn’t know what. But he wants to reach up and smooth the crease that has formed between the boy's eyebrows.

“Do you and your friend want to play with us? You can be seeker in the next round, if Kiri lets you.”

The boy sighs, bringing a hand up to cradle Spider's head. “Maybe next time, okay, buddy? For now you have to go. Don't want the others to think you gave up seeking, right?”

That spurs Spider into action. If there's one thing he hates more than anything is people thinking he's a quitter. Even though he’s the smallest of his friends, and not as fast or strong as the other kids in the Omaticaya village, he is not the type to just give up on something.

“Right!”

He turns around and darts through the vines from which he came, only sparing a moment to wave goodbye to the boy still kneeling by the tree. The boy waves back and watches him go, shoulders hunched in on himself. A little bit of that sadness from earlier washes over Spider at the sight, but he doesn’t dwell on it for long. He passes through the vines back into the forest and almost instantly finds another set of tracks. These ones are smaller and indicative of somebody who is barefoot. They run all the way up to a bunch of trees with thick branches obscured with leaves as big as Spider's torso. A great spot for a Na'vi to blend in.

Spider cracks his knuckles and starts to climb. All thoughts beyond seeking take a backseat in his mind. He can ask Norm if there are any other humans named Miles at Hell's Gate later. For now, he has a game to win.

#my writing #avatar the way of water #miles spider socorro #answered asks #writing prompt

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yourtrustyvault13canteen · 2 years

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How ‘good’ is Arcade, really?

I really like thinking about the companions’ desired endings. And how messed up they are (apart from Lily’s and Raul’s, which don’t really have the same moral implications anyway)

Cass wants to give into her bloodlust and doesn’t mind killing a lot of innocent people along with the actually guilty

Veronica hates everything the Brotherhood is going to do, but unless you prise her away from them with a crowbar, she will just grit her teeth and help them commit what she believes are atrocities

Boone wants you to side with NCR, though he has misgivings; and he doesn’t believe he’s capable of redemption. If you go along with his preferences, he’ll die in a murder-suicide. If you put more weight on his misgivings, he’ll become a heartless assassin!

But the worst is Arcade. We already know Cass has a temper, Veronica is a coward and Boone is violent - it’s more or less how we’re introduced to them. It makes sense that things end the way they do for these characters if we don’t set them on better paths. But Arcade? Everyone thinks he’s some kind of moral paragon, and I can see why, but it’s just not true!

Arcade’s preferred ending is to fight for an independent Vegas. There’s nothing wrong with this on paper, but the way he actually does it?

He really wants you to believe, and possibly really believes himself, that he hates the NCR for good Followers reasons, and not the way Orion Moreno hates the people who defeated the Enclave. If this were true, he would probably have a more Followers-looking solution for Freeside than stomping around in his daddy’s fascist boots, very literally.

His ending slide in this case says “Arcade used his Enclave knowledge and technology to keep order wherever he could”. If you know anything about the Enclave - and it’s quite possible your Courier doesn’t at this point, because everyone including Arcade is very cagey about what exactly the Enclave used to get up to (even Johnson, the one with the most conscience amongst them, makes it sound no worse than the NCR!) - you know this is very very bad.

But how does this even happen? The ending where Arcade fights on behalf of the NCR says that it’s not just that NCR will arrest him in their territory but that he’ll be “pursued by bounty hunters, NCR rangers, and the Brotherhood of Steel”. These people could easily hunt Arcade down if he remained in Freeside, so why don’t they? We also know the NCR can easily wipe out the Kings if they want (I mean, the Van Graffs got halfway there with only a handful of men), and they don’t have to be worried about diplomatic problems with Mojave locals any more in this ending.

It also says Arcade is forced out of the Followers, which may simply be because they don’t want to be seen as harbouring him, but it may be because they themselves won’t tolerate him (for a variety of reasons which I’m sure includes the parallels between Arcade & the Courier and Edward Sallow & Joshua Graham). All of which makes this ending even more baffling! It could be that the people in Freeside are hiding him to some extent, but whether this is due to fear or adoration (or both) is hard to guess.

What is his new position in an independent Freeside, if it’s not just ‘big bloke with a big gun’? If you go for an independent Vegas but convince him not to fight - meaning you have his power armour - instead of the spooky obviously Enclave stuff, you’re told “Arcade did his best to help the locals govern themselves”. This is the man who tells you straight up he’s not a people-person, so are we really supposed to believe he’s talking to people? And like, what is there to help with? The Kings already have it in hand, don’t they? This is Arcade’s own stated beliefs about independence - he’s no Benny. He never breathes a word about wanting to have a hand in running things himself. If things are worse in the direct aftermath of the fighting, is it not more Arcade’s job to be patching people up? If we’re to believe that his adventures with the Courier have helped him get over the personal issues that made him complain about being a bad doctor (and I do), then why doesn’t he use this personal growth for that, and not for whatever the hell he’s started playing at?

Because he can! And he still wants to! And he wants similar things, too. The only ending in which Arcade not only remains with the Followers, but remains recognisably a Follower, is an NCR victory, in which he gives up on Freeside and goes home to the Boneyard to be a teacher. As if the people in Freeside don’t still need his help, probably now more than ever? And these people literally know him and love him and greet him on the street (which is despite his efforts to be inconspicuous, despite his efforts to avoid people, and despite him working as a researcher - if it’s not that he’s often treating people either because he’s a skilled surgeon or because the Followers are understaffed, and I think it’s both, then it’s only because he’s so kind to people and so charming! But claiming to be bad with people).

But his membership in the Followers was never really about helping people - probably more about the access to education and technology he could get with them. (And maybe some kind of teenage rebellion - the Followers are about as opposite to the Enclave as you can get.) I know, this sounds so harsh, but it’s true! In his other endings, if Arcade is neither dead, nor on the run, nor a slave, he gives up on the Followers entirely and goes into private medicine. Does he really seem like he’s devoted to their mission?

Obviously there is nothing wrong with being a doctor, and I think his attraction to medicine really does stem from wanting to help people, as he claims. But his story is about more than a man with no bedside manner who wants to be a doctor. This is a man whose morals take him so far as realising that he shouldn’t want to be his dad - but he still does. So he wants to be a new version. An Enclave officer who defends helpless wastelanders and fights evil!!! It’s a child’s idea and when it meets the real world, he either gives up on it or he gives in to it.

Arcade may have never been truly Enclave himself, but he’s never been close to anyone outside the Enclave, either. He tells you he’s never had a lover he felt he could confide in; he’s never had a close female friend; and though it’s kind of a joke, it seems like he’s used to being blanked by other Followers. Even then, it seems like after his mother’s death he’s only close to Daisy and to a lesser extent Judah - Arcade kind of implies Daisy is a substitute mother to him, though he doesn’t go into it, and Judah recognises him and knows that the Courier is a new friend, implying he’s visited recently (potentially only when he was in Westside with Tom Anderson - it also implies that Judah knows Arcade doesn’t have any friends!!). The other remnants don’t really care, apart from Johnson - but he doesn’t immediately recognise Arcade’s adult appearance, so this is clearly a reunion for them more than a catchup.

It’s obvious when you meet Cass and Boone that they don’t have anyone (though in Boone’s case this is more self-inflicted, and no, I’m not just being mean about Carla lmao) and it quickly becomes obvious that Veronica is more or less in thrall to the Brotherhood. It’s not so obvious that Arcade has all of these problems and more. It seems like he’s more together than the other three. He doesn’t need help with any kind of personal problems, and he can not only give you his personal opinions about the political situation but what seems like good advice, from someone who admits to reading political textbooks for fun.

And all of this disguises that he’s the most messed up of the lot, and that he not only has the greatest capacity for evil (I never get over the Caesar comparisons. He can also be the Joshua Graham to your Courier’s Caesar, of course!) but has the greatest desire for it. And this is actually strengthened by both his desire to do good and his fear of doing harm (the position he’s put himself in, with doing whatever Julie tells him to - which ought to involve human experimentation, but apparently doesn’t - is fascinating). Obviously evil people are obviously scary, but it’s a one-dimensional fear. The only thing scarier than someone like Boone or Johnson who will carry out awful orders and then cry about it is the one who’ll give those orders and then cry about it. And that’s Arcade - or what he’s trying not to be, or trying to be, or both. And that’s why he’s my favourite character!

#i love arcade so much i wrote a little essay about how he's secretly a bad person lmao. no i don't think he's bad. just complex #fallout new vegas #arcade gannon #followers of the apocalypse #fnv companions #veronica santangelo #rose of sharon cassidy #craig boone #fnv #arcade #veronica #cass #boone #followers #enclave remnants

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Baby’s Day at the Beach

I created this blog account for 1 reason only: posting a Supernatural fic I wrote two years ago. I only just found it again on my laptop. I don't want to post it on main, I have never posted a fanfic before.

This is a oneshot featuring a female protagonist, Dean, Sam and a little bit of Castiel. Oh, and Baby of course.

Trigger warnings: err... light swearing, partial nudity... That's it, I think.

It's fluffy, written in a you-POV, and it's about a female hunter who lives with Sam and Dean in the bunker. Almost 3K words.

I hope I didn't leave any essential information out. I'm 35 (which is really old in Tumblr-years) and not familiar with fanfiction etiquette, sorry.

Anyway, enjoy!

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You softly sighed as the wind blew through your hair. It would get tangled and almost impossible to comb out, but right now, you didn’t care. The first weeks of Summer had been unbearably hot, so you simply enjoyed the feeling of the cool ocean breeze on your skin as you sped along the coast highway with hardrock music blasting through Baby’s radio.

You weren’t exactly a fan of Van Halen, but there wasn’t much choice in Dean’s car. Most of the cassette tapes didn’t even have anything written on them, so who knows what would come out. You were already incredibly happy that by some miracle, Dean had accepted to lend you his car to spend the day at the beach. That man was too attached to his car, and you had often heard him compare her to a beautiful woman. Weirdo.

You smiled as you recalled how he had given Baby a pat on the motor cap whilst looking at you menacingly. ‘Crash her, and you’ll live to regret it’, he had growled.

You switched the lever of the right turn signal and deserted the highway. The sun already felt very warm on your skin and it was only 10 AM. You were very much looking forward to spending a day at the beach. Lazing in the sun, reading a book, swimming in the ocean, maybe even eating an icecream or two. As a monster hunter, days like these didn’t come along very often. This day was all about relaxing and having some well-deserved you-time.

You turned left and reached the big parking lot by the beach. You slowed down and let out a curse. ‘Darn it’, you muttered under your breath. It seemed like everyone had had the same idea. Cars everywhere. You circled around for fifteen minutes, but there wasn’t a single parking space left. With a sigh, you left the parking lot and drove to the nearest coastal village. It was more than a mile away, so you’d have to walk quite a bit to reach the beach, but so be it. You were determined not to let this minor inconvenience ruin your day off.

*****

You took off your sunglasses to admire the magnificent sunset. The beach was almost deserted now, most people had gone home an hour ago, probably to avoid traffic, but this had ironically caused a major traffic jam on the highway. You didn’t mind driving in the dark, so you had stayed a little longer. The day had been an utter success. You hadn’t felt this calm and relaxed since… Actually, you didn’t think you had ever felt this calm and relaxed.

As you watched the sun’s last fading light dim and slowly disappear behind the horizon, you stood up from your beach blanket, shook it out, and started gathering your stuff. You had even bought gifts for the boys as a thank-you for letting you borrow their car: cherry pie for Dean, and a funny English-to-French dictionary with only curse words and rude words for Sam, that you had found in a quaint little bookshop. You picked up your bag and started walking the long way back to the parking area you had found in the nearby village.

About halfway, you suddenly realized you were still only clad in your bikini. Even at this late hour, it was so warm that you hadn’t even noticed. You opened your bag and rummaged through it, trying to find the T-shirt and shorts you had worn over your bikini this morning. You couldn’t find them. You quickly understood that you must have left them on the beach. If you had come in your own car (not that you had one), you wouldn’t have bothered. But with Baby… you didn’t want to get any residual sand or seawater from your bikini on Dean’s precious seats.

You turned around and walked all the way back. Shoot, your feet started to hurt. You shouldn’t have left your sneakers in the car this morning, those beach slippers were not meant for long walks.

Back at the beach, you searched around for a while, but your clothes were nowhere to be seen. Great. Someone must have taken them by accident, or maybe even by design. You scanned the coastline to see if any beach shops were still open. Not a chance, there were no more lights to be seen. You shrugged and started to walk back to the village. If Baby’s seats got stained, you would personally pay for the dry cleaner’s and Dean would just have to deal with it.

After what seemed like an eternity (you were tired after all), you finally reached the village and the parking spot. Which was empty.

You looked around, confused. Wasn’t this where you had parked Baby? There were no other cars to be seen. Were you at the wrong parking lot? You checked Google Maps on your phone. Nope, this was the right place, you had saved the coordinates on your app. Sweat broke out on your forehead. If this was the right spot, then where the heck was Baby?

You looked around some more, even went into the neighboring streets, searching for the Impala ’67. ‘No no no’, you started to whisper, panic taking over. You were worried before about Dean’s reaction if you stained his car. How would he react if you had lost it?

You walked around some more, wrung your hands, tried to breathe evenly, looked for Baby everywhere… But you couldn’t deny it any longer. Baby was gone. Someone had stolen Dean’s precious car. And it had happened under your watch, and now you had to tell Dean.

Ten minutes later, you had finally gathered enough courage to call the Winchester boys. Your fellow hunters. You lived together in the bunker, you hunted together, you were the best of friends. Surely… surely Dean wouldn’t be too mad? Just at the last moment, you chickened out and decided not to call Dean, but to call Sam instead. You dialed his number.

‘Hey, what’s up?’, Sam asked with that ever-friendly tone of his.

You swallowed. ‘Hi Sam, it’s me. I have bad news. I err… I sort of lost Baby’. Silence. ‘Sam?’, you tried again. ‘Yes, I’m here’, Sam said. ‘Did you just say you lost Baby?’

Suddenly, in the background, you heard Dean’s voice.

‘WHAT?!’

‘Listen’, you continued, ‘I didn’t do it on purpose, okay? I had to park her really far away because the beach was crowded, and now she’s gone. I think someone must have stolen her. I mean, an Impala ’67 isn’t exactly a discreet car, and…’

Your nervous rambling got interrupted by a beep on your phone. You took it away from your ear and looked at the screen.

‘Shoot, Sam, I have to go. I’m running out of battery, and I still need to call a taxi to get home’, you said urgently.

‘Wait…’, you heard Sam say, but your phone beeped again so you quickly hung up with a shuddering breath.

*****

You looked out the window of your taxi cab into the dark night. You were almost home. Luckily your battery hadn’t run out before you were able to call a taxi. You weren’t sure if Sam and Dean would have called one for you if you hadn’t shown up. You were pretty sure Dean wished you dead right now. Or at least cold and alone. You hoped he would go easy on you when he saw you had to take a taxi in nothing but a bikini. You’d had your share of embarrassment today.

The car stopped about a mile from the bunker, since you never wanted anyone to come too close to its hidden place. You thanked the driver, paid him, and saw him leave, a big grin on his face as he eyed you over one last time. At least it would make a great story for him to tell to his friends. I once picked up a chick at midnight wearing nothing but a red bikini and flip-flops…

You started to walk the last mile home, your feet weary, but your heart even wearier as you thought about your impending doom aka Dean loves-his-car-more-than-humans Winchester.

After a few minutes, you suddenly saw a tall figure looming in the dark. You quickly put your hand in your bag, searching for the demon knife you always carried with you. But you relaxed as the figure called out your name and you recognized the voice. ‘Sam?’, you yelled back.

Sam came running toward you.

‘Hey, are you alright?’, he asked. You smiled despite your foul mood. He was always so considerate.

‘Yes, I’m fine. Tired and very scared about what Dean’ll do to me’, but fine’, you replied. ‘How did you know I would be here at this exact time?’

‘I didn’t’, Sam said. ‘It was guesswork. I figured out which beach you had probably gone to, how long it would take a taxi to get there, and how long it would take to drive you back. I’ve been waiting here for fifteen minutes. I didn’t like the thought of you walking through these woods by yourself, in the dark.’

He suddenly stopped, finally taking you in. If it hadn’t been too dark to see, you could’ve sworn he blushed a little.

‘Umm… are you wearing a bikini?’, he asked.

You were too tired to explain. ‘Yes’, you simply said. ‘I lost my clothes too.’

Sam seemed to struggle between hilarity and pity. ‘Come on’, he said while putting an arm around your shoulder, ‘let’s get you safe inside.’

*****

As soon as you set foot in the bunker, Dean jumped out of his seat at the wooden table and came running towards you.

‘Please tell me that you drove back in Baby’, he said, his voice gruff with emotion. ‘Please tell me you found her.’

You simply shook your head.

Dean’s hand flew up and he ran it over his face. ‘This can’t be happening’, he said.

He let out a strangled sound, somewhere between a moan and a grunt. He bent over, putting his head between his knees. His breathing became shallower, labored. ‘This can’t be happening’, he repeated.

He was full-on hyperventilating now. Sam shot into action, took his brother by the arm and gently pushed him backwards. Dean staggered a little but let himself be guided onto the nearest chair.

‘Dean, calm down’, Sam said with a frown.

‘Calm down?’ Dean’s head shot up. ‘CALM DOWN?! SAMMY, SHE LOST BABY!!’

Your own breathing became shallow. Oh boy, here it comes, you thought. Dean turned his head towards you, his eyes almost as red as Crowley’s on a bad day.

‘HOW COULD YOU HAVE LET THIS HAPPEN?’, he shouted at you. You could only stand there and look down at your feet. ‘We’ve had her all our lives. I lend her to you once, and you lose her. Didn’t you lock her?’

‘Of course I locked her, Dean’, you said, anger now rising in your stomach. ‘Someone probably just broke the window to steal her! She’s such an old car, she doesn’t even have an alarm system.’

‘SOMEBODY BROKE THE WINDOW OF MY BABY??’, Dean shouted.

‘I SAID PROBABLY’, you shouted back.

Sam held up both his hands. ‘Okay, guys, time-out. Take a breath’, he said in his soothing voice. This instantly calmed you down, but didn’t seem to have the same effect on Dean.

‘BABYYYY’, he sobbed, placing his arms on the table and dramatically lowering his head between them.

Right at that moment, Castiel appeared out of nowhere in the bunker. When he saw Dean sobbing on the table, he cocked an eyebrow.

‘Dean?’, he questioned.

Dean lifted his head and looked at Castiel through teary eyes. ‘My Baby’s gone’, he managed to croak before letting his head fall down again.

The angel looked utterly confused.

‘I didn’t know you had a baby’, he said in his deep voice.

‘No, Cas, he’s talking about the car’, Sam chuckled.

‘Oh.’

Castiel looked a little lost. You were suddenly hit by the absurdity of the situation. There you were, clad in a bikini, standing next to an angel in a trench coat and a flannel-wearing hunter even though it was at least 82 degrees, while Dean was going through the 4th stage of grief.

Before you could stop yourself, a small laugh escaped your lips.

Three heads immediately turned your way. Oops.

‘You think this is funny?’, Dean said hoarsely. ‘You see, Missy, this may just be a car to you’, he said, pointing a finger at you, ‘but to me, she’s everything. And if you…’ He suddenly stopped and looked her over. ‘Are you wearing a bikini?’

Sam cleared his throat, and Castiel fixed his eyes on you. You felt very self-aware.

Dean’s eyes shone with a familiar glint, despite himself. He was obviously still mad at you, and incredibly depressed, but this was an incorrigible ladies’ man. For a second, his instincts took over as he let his green eyes slide over you and his upper lip curled upwards almost imperceptibly in an appreciative smirk. But just as soon as it had come, the moment was over, and he narrowed his eyes again.

You tentatively took a step in his direction.

‘Dean, I’m really, really sorry’, you said. ‘I didn’t mean for this to happen, and I swear that I was careful. It was just bad luck. I will do anything to make it up to you.’

Dean lowered his shoulders and relaxed a little. Suddenly, the little smirk was back. ‘Anything?’, he teased.

You could almost hear Sam roll his eyes next to you. ‘There he is’, Sam sighed. ‘Welcome back, Dean. Glad you’ve finally calmed down.’ ‘Hey, Sammy, I will never calm down about this’, Dean said heatedly. ‘But I do know that it’s not your fault’, he added with a gesture towards you.

You sighed in relief. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that Castiel was still staring at what you were wearing. You shifted a little uneasily. ‘I’m err… going to change’, you said, and you quickly hurried to your room, leaving the three amigos behind.

*****

The next morning, you happily sipped your tea in the kitchen, laughing at Sam’s jokes. You were in a far better mood today. Sam was flipping through the pages of the silly dictionary you bought him, trying to pronounce various French insults. And you were just having breakfast at the kitchen table. You could hardly wait for Dean to wake up and tell him the good news!

As if summoned, Dean stumbled into the kitchen, wearing the black T-shirt he wore last night and nothing but boxers underneath. You tried not to stare. He touched his forehead with his hand and groaned.

‘Urrrr, I should never have drunk that last couple of beers last night’, he complained.

‘Yeah, I never saw you drink that much before’, Sam scoffed.

‘Hey, I was grieving, all right?’, Dean replied. Then, he groaned even louder when he remembered the reason he had been grieving. ‘I’ll never forget you, Baby’, he declared theatrically while placing a hand over his heart and looking up at the sky.

‘Why are you looking up?’, Sam asked. ‘Baby has been stolen, she’s not in some sort of car heaven!’

‘Shut up’, Dean said gruffly. He walked over to the kitchen counter and started pouring some juice into a glass.

He suddenly put down the glass with a bang. ‘Is that pie?’ he asked hopefully.

You laughed. ‘Yes, and it’s all for you. I bought it yesterday at the beach.’

Dean dug in without another word and moaned blissfully. ‘You’re a doll’, he told you, his mouth full of pie.

You smirked. Now was the perfect time to tell him, you decided.

‘By the way, Dean, the County called. Baby’s in the Tow Park over at the beach. We can go and get her this afternoon.’

Dean choked on his pie, wheezed and started coughing his lungs out. Sam looked at you with big, bright eyes. Some pie blew out of Dean’s nose and onto the floor. You laughed uncontrollably.

‘For real?’ Dean shouted when he finally stopped coughing.

You nodded with a big smile on your face. ‘Yeah. It turns out Baby wasn’t stolen. I parked her in a spot that was reserved for local residents only’, you added with a feeling of shame. ‘I hadn’t noticed. They had her towed. The fee to get her back is 109 dollars. Which I will entirely pay out of my own pocket, of course. It’s my fault. I’m very sorry.’

Dean just beamed at you, forgetting all about his hangover, his beautiful smile as big as a child’s at Christmas.

He took three steps, lowered himself behind your chair and gave you a big, warm hug from behind. He planted a kiss on your cheek and said: ‘It’s okay, all’s forgiven.’

Sam laughed and you patted Dean’s arm.

Dean stood up again, all smiles and with a glint in his eyes.

‘I’m never lending you my car again, though’, he added with a grin. ‘So, who wants to go to the beach today?’

THE END.

#supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fic #spn fanfic #spn fanfiction #dean winchester #dean winchester fanfiction #sam winchester #sam winchester fanfiction #castiel

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oblivions-dawn · 9 months

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WEDNESDAY WIP BE UPON YE

Has it been that long already?? Man. Akatosh is such a sly little worm. THANK YOU @thelavenderelf for tagging me!! Your work is wonderful as always ❤❤ I now bestow @thequeenofthewinter @yewphoric @spinchboli @crysdrawsthings and @tamrielwanderer for WIPs if they so choose to share!! No pressure of course! :3c I'm still typing away at Chapter Two, which has taken some fascinating turns if I do say so myself >:3c In this little snippet, Vigdis and Serana interact with @thequeenofthewinter's very own Dahlia Wintersnow!! She is the first of many of my friend's cameos in Breathless and I'm so excited!!!! 'Tis not the whole scene but a good chunk of it, teehee. You know how I like to keep some secrets uwu ANYWAY enough of my rambling--I hope you enjoy!! ❤

The sudden sunlight briefly blinded Vigdis once she stepped outside; it pooled over fallen leaves and filled the crevices of the rocky path. After several blinks as she descended the steps, her hard squint softened into a neutral glare. The hunter hung back while Serana walked beside the woman, close enough to hear their conversation but far away enough to keep an eye on everyone that passed them by or looked at them in curiosity. Her freckled hand never left the hilt of her sword.

“You mentioned that you’re not from here. Did you grow up somewhere else?” Serana inquired of the stranger casually.

The woman nodded. “I did. I was born and raised in Windhelm.”

“The City of Kings?”

“The very same.” The stranger then shook her head as embarrassment rippled across her face. “Oh, how silly of me—I should introduce myself! I’m Dahlia. Dahlia Wintersnow.”

“Serana.” The vampire glanced back at the hunter, an indecipherable emotion in her persimmon eyes as a slight frown tugged at her pale lips, her voice quiet. “And she’s Vigdis.”

“A pleasure to meet you,” Dahlia responded cordially with a smile.

“Likewise.”

They lapsed into silence, but not for long. They reached a bridge and began to cross, only for Dahlia to stop at its centre and point to the mountain before them.

“To reach High Hrothgar, you have to ascend the 7,000 Steps,” she informed them. “You’ll find it halfway up the mountain; it looks like a castle. There are stone emblems along the way that will help guide the way as well.” She then turned to them with a frown as concern furrowed her dark brows. “But are you sure you want to go now? It’s already midday, so it’s going to get dark and—”

“That’s not any of your fucking business, is it?” Vigdis snapped, her patience wearing agonisingly thin.

Dahlia winced at her words, both hurt and confused. “I was only trying to—”

“We’ll handle it from here, Dahlia,” Serana cut in, her voice gentle. “Thank you for showing us the way.”

Hazel eyes of smoky quartz and evergreen flitted from the hunter to the vampire, her mouth parted as if to protest. Then, she seemed to think better of it, and pressed her lips into a thin line. Dahlia spared the slightest smile to the brunette before she departed tentatively. Vigdis flared her freckled nostrils once the woman disappeared back into the tavern. Good riddance.

#Senu's Writng #Skyrim #Skyrim OC #Vigdis #Serana #Serana Volkihar #Friend's Skyrim OC #Dahlia Wintersnow #1000 apologies for Vigdis' behaviour LKDFLGDLKGJ #At least Serana is nicer! . . . right? ;w;#I still have more to write hehehehe~ UwU

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arctrooper69 · 2 years

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Enemies to Lovers: Tech

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 of my "enemies to lovers" Tech fic. Hope you enjoy! @zoeykallus

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 2: Something Unexpected

Warnings: Mentions of panic/anxiety. Sassy Tech. Violence/fighting, vague threats.

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Tech’s pov

Tech climbed down the ladder with ease, taking note of the cable hanging down beside him, coming from a ceiling hatch.

That’s new he thought, the cable looked sturdy enough.

No rust on the hooks, no fraying of the cable itself. Carabiner is new too.

Tech frowned, adjusting his goggles to be sure they were recording. He looked down as his comlink chirped “What’s the situation, Tech?” Hunter’s deep voice echoed loudly through the empty hall. Tech jumped, cringing at the jarring interruption and quickly dialed down the volume. Looking around carefully, he pressed the button on his wrist rerouting the frequency to his helmet as to avoid lending information to any potential enemy or whoever was down here with him.

“There’s someone else here,” he reported back. The comlink chirped again, this time Hunter’s voice responded only to Tech’s own ears, “Are you sure?”

“Quite.”

“Cid did say she thought someone else was after the data.”

“Indeed. My guess would be that Trandoshan gang we saw lurking around.”

“Yeah,” Hunter agreed, “Need us to come down?”

“Negative. No trouble as of yet.”

“Alright, be careful. Com us if you run into trouble and we’ll be right behind you.”

“Acknowledged.”

Tech unclipped his blaster as a precautionary measure and headed down the hall towards the room that the blueprints they’d been given said that the data would be. There was indeed someone in the room already muttering to themselves, oblivious to the fact that Tech had entered the room. He adjusted his goggles.

Not Trandoshan. That much he could easily tell.

Human probably- or humanoid at the very least. Female. Bounty Hunter maybe? Empire more likely. They pay decent credits for a job like this.

He peeked around the figure to get a look at the console screen. It wouldn’t do to have whoever it was getting away with the data.

Impressive. He watched her progress with interest. But wrong. Missed a couple steps.

Whoever it was didn’t look very threatening but he unholstered his weapon anyway and coughed to get her attention hoping she’d be reasonable. If she wasn’t - and the likelihood of that was high - he’d be forced to stun her. The woman froze and slowly turned to face him. He opened his mouth to tell her exactly where she’d made the mistake in her coding but the words died halfway out of his mouth.

Definitely not Trandoshan. Definitely human and most definitely female.

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I froze, clutching the data stick I’d been about to use tightly in my hand.

There wasn’t supposed to be anyone else here. This day just keeps getting better and better.

The strange man seemed to be deep in thought, his gaze moving between me and the console behind me.

Considering his next move no doubt.

Then he’d shoot me for the info and I’d be dead and no one would ever find my body in this junk heap of a wreckage not that anyone would really care and my cat would be left all alone and -

Stop.

I took a deep breath, feeling stupid for the way my thoughts always spiraled into the worst possible outcome.

Think. He’s got a blaster. But so do I.

He took a step towards me and without allowing myself to overthink my next moves I pulled my blaster and launched myself at him. I wasn’t expecting to be met with a kriffing brick wall. Pain shot up my arm as he grabbed my wrist and twisted it forcing me to drop the blaster and fall to my knees. Tears filled my eyes threatening to spill down my cheeks. I wasn’t sure if they were tears of pain, panic, humiliation or a combination of all three.

Kriff, stronger than he looks. I winced. A lot stronger. He frowned,

“That was not very smart.”

No shit.

I didn’t reply as I tried to yank my arm away. His grip tightened, this time drawing a few tears down my cheeks. He looked down, regarding me with a quizzical look.

Probably thinking about how ridiculous I look now. Or how he’s gonna kill me.

I glared at him. He didn’t look angry, just annoyed. “There are 30 bones in the human body comprising of the hand, wrist, and arm. And approximately 265 different ways to break them.“ he deadpanned.

Oh.

Shit.

Whelp…I’m dead.

“If you kill me, my friends will come for you and you’ll be hunted for the rest of your kriffing life!” I lied trying to keep up my tough guy attitude but failing as my voice cracked. He raised an eyebrow at that and chuckled dryly. His expression softened as he sighed, relaxing his tight lipped impatient look.

“I’m not going to kill you and I’m not going to hurt you. You can relax.” He released his grip on my wrist and I sank to the ground scooting away from him. We both looked over to the flashing console at the same time. He adjusted his goggles looking over at me, “However, we still seem to have a problem. That console holds some very important information and I cannot let you have it.”

“Yeah,” I replied softly, “I guess we do still have a problem.” We both sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity.

"What is your name?" he asked suddenly. I was silent, still not sure if I could trust him.

Definitely not.

I kept silent. He shifted awkwardly. "I'm Tech. You can call me Tech."

I looked over to him but still didn't say anything. The silence felt nearly suffocating somehow.

"Y/N" I spoke after awhile.

"What?"

"Y/N. My name is Y/N."

"Ah. Very well." The room fell silent again.

I could feel him watching me and suddenly realized I’d been staring at him the same way. I quickly looked away rubbing my sore wrist. His eyes followed my gaze and he frowned,

“Are you okay?” he asked carefully.

“I’m….I’m fine.” I pulled myself to my feet.

He seemed to hesitate, then nodded sharply. “Good.”

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therealjordan23 · 1 year

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huntlow back in the human realm fic, enjoy

To her own dismay, once again, Willow Park’s eyes fluttered open to nothing but darkness. It was the third time in a row she found herself waking up in the middle of the night, and she abhorred it. She thought she was cranky enough, even with a full night’s worth of sleep. This choppy new sleep schedule her body had suddenly adapted to seemed to dictate her mood for the following day.

It was their eighth day back at The Boiling Isles. Willow still very clearly remembered the awful few days she and her friends had spent wandering through a barren wasteland, with no food or water. Once they reached their breaking point, Gus, through his sharp ability to spot illusions, saw a forest that looked a little too densely packed. Needless to say, the remaining members of the Isles were in hiding, and were more than welcoming to the newcomers.

As she reunited with her parents, she vaguely remembered Hunter standing off to the side bitterly before storming off. She hadn’t seen much of him since they had reunited with the townsfolk, and she assumed his absences played a part into her new choppy and rhythmless sleep schedule.

Willow wasn’t sure when exactly it had happened, but during their whole texting phase through Penstagram, he would usually text her late at night due to his former Golden Guard duties taking up most of his day. Willow didn’t mind though, she looked forward to their late night conversations. Eventually, it became so that she usually fell asleep best knowing that Hunter was safe and tucked into bed. However, ever since they had stepped foot through that portal, he had been closed off and distant. He didn't want her or anyone else nearby. He had put up walls around him, quite literally and metaphorically, and Willow felt absolutely shattered at the fact that she was being shut out. Maybe the reason she wasn't able to sleep well was because she didn't know if he was alright or not.

Unable to sleep, she quietly crept out of bed, careful not to wake Luz and Amity who were quietly cuddled up on the other bed. She strolled to the hall and towards the balcony to get some fresh air. She frowned when she noticed that the balcony doors were already open, and felt a cool breeze brush against her face. As she got closer, Willow’s heart skipped a beat when she found that it was Hunter who was leaning against the balcony railing, the moonlight bouncing off of his toned, bare back. Willow loved his scars, heck, she thought it made him more attractive than he already was, but she couldn’t help but wince at the new scars Belos had inflicted.

She hesitated. Did he want her nearby?

Willow strutted across the hallway until she was standing mere inches from his lean back. She hesitated though. There was a good chance that he would deny her.

But she reached out anyway.

Her arms circled around his waist, and she pulled herself into the tan, scarred skin that lined his back. She brought her lips to his shoulder slowly, and placed a soft kiss on his skin before turning and resting a soft cheek along his muscle—at first, he simply melted into her embrace. There was no hesitance, no resistance. Only compliance. Only pure instinct.

But as expected, it ended as soon as it had begun.

Before she could open her mouth to protest, he had stood up straight and gently pried her hands away from his core. Then, to top it off, he somehow pushed away from the balcony and forced a path to the bedroom he and Gus were staying in.

Not even a word. Just pure rejection.

Ouch.

He was about halfway when she finally got the nerve to speak up. To finally ask.

"Did I do something?" With every word, she could feel that pressure on her lungs lifting only to be replaced by the silence hanging in the air between them.

He kept his back to her.

"You owe me an explanation. At least give me that!" she said, her tone coming out sharper than she intended it to.

At some point, her voice had cracked, and she knew that it wouldn't be long before the waterworks started. Each word seemed to slice through her throat on its way out, and by the end, her voice was raspy.

"You didn't do anything." Defeat reverberated from his raspy voice.

"Then talk to me, Hunter! You won't even look at me anymore."

The anger now lacing her voice was wasted on her crush, as he started to turn and move towards his room once more.

She snapped. "Hunter, I swear on the Titan. If you leave, I will leave. I will leave, and I won't come back to you."

He stopped in his tracks, and went stiff and rigid. Willow trembled, and she hoped that Hunter wouldn't throw away the entire friendship and relationship they’ve built with a few more insolent steps.

She sighed. "I know you're upset about Flapjack. And I know you think you can carry this burden. But you can't. You just can't."

Her heart broke as she saw the outline of his face falter and reveal the real Hunter. Not this steely stranger who refused to speak more than a sentence in her company. The real one: the one being torn apart at every limb.

In his moment of hesitation, she closed the space between them, so she was cradling his face in her palms.

"Just talk to me."

"I can't." As he spoke, his eyelids flew open and finally revealed all the pain swimming in the depths of his eyes. She was about to plead for his cooperation, but her cries were cut short when he continued.

"I can't do this, Willow."

Crestfallen.

"This?"

She prepared herself for the final blow. This was the end. He really was tired of their lackluster friendship. All her fears had been true.

"I ruined everything. I'm a failure." He looked at her with teary, red eyes. "I let you down."

When he looked at her, she swore those chesnut eyes shot beams of steel right through her heart. She had no words to describe the new emotion.

She quieted a brow. "What? You didn't do anything." Her voice pleaded for him to understand that nothing he ever did could let her down.

"Yet."

The word was sharp but it carried the load that had been riding around in those deep dark husks of purple peeking out from beneath his eyes. So she asked that one question that she had avoided for eight days.

"Hunter. What happened? Why are you being like this?"

The question was tentative, and even with her cooing tone, she could see his shoulder muscles tense at the string of words. His gaze fled away from her own once more and he took a small step backwards.

"I betrayed you."

The two teenagers stayed like that for a long moment. As if they were stuck in a sudden stalemate. Willow couldn't bring herself to speak, or even move for that matter. She was stunned that he would think of such a thing, that he would really throw away their friendship over Belos possessing him. Because of how his own mind perceived the assault—he looked tired, and his dark eyes were a dead giveaway to how long he had been lying awake, thinking about this very conversation.

She shook out of her stupor, and faced him—she didn't know what she was doing until she was rushing forward, with no other goal than to hold onto him forever. Her soft hands gently cupped his face, and she kissed him. Her eyes were clenched in an eternal hopefulness, and her lips were pressed against his own pleading mouth.

For a split second there was resistance. She felt the rebellious force that he had used to not accept her hugs, her pleas, and her pitiful attempts at comfort. But his resolve ebbed and eventually he accepted the kiss with a fervor that had been absent for days. He seemed to melt against her as a wild hand was pressed into her untamed, bedhead hair and another hastily guided her jaw deeper into his own.

They pulled apart, breathing heavily.

"You're insane." she decided.

"W-what?" he stammered, happily dazed, still trying to catch his breath from the kiss.

"Hunter, you never betrayed anyone. Belos took advantage of you. Why can't you see that?!" she demanded.

He sighed. “I’m not sure… it’s just how I think. Like my brain is hardwired to hate myself,” he floundered helplessly, clearly still recovering from the kiss.

Her heart shattered at his words. “Well, you need to work on not thinking those thoughts. You know how harsh your own thoughts can be against you?”

He nodded numbly, and Willow pulled him in for a long hug. A few minutes later, Hunter pulled away, smiling; albeit a faint one, but it was there.

“What?” she asked.

“You kissed me.”

Willow blushed as the high she had felt from the flurry of emotions died down, and realized what exactly she had done. She had kissed him! No intro, no confession of how she feels about him, no buildup, just bam! Their first kiss. Just like that.

“Oh my Titan!” she hissed, facepalming herself and blushing. “I didn’t even ask you! Hunter I am so sorry, it was just in the heat of the momen—”

She was cut off by yet another kiss, this time initiated by him. This one was a lot slower and tender. He placed one hand on her waist, and another cupped her jaw as he drew her closer. Willow sighed contentedly into his mouth: this was dangerously addicting. Willow let herself melt into him, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

A few minutes later, they pulled apart purely for the lack of air.

"We should stop," Willow mumbled against his soft lips. "Unless we want to get caught."

He pecked her one more time, and placed a soft one against her forehead.

"Thanks, Willow," he smiled after pulling away. "I mean it."

"I care about you," she whispered. "And if you ever want to talk… or do more of, err that," she added with a heavy blush, thankful for the darkness that was able to hide it. "Then we can meet here."

He smiled bashfully, blushing. "I-I'd like that."

With that, both teens bid each other a good night, and went back to their respective bedrooms.

And for the first time since returning home, Willow slept peacefully.

#toh #the owl house #hunter toh #the owl house hunter #huntlow #hunter the golden guard #hunter wittebane #hunter noceda #how many fucking last names do i have to tag #willow park #hunter x willow #willow x hunter #luz noceda #amity blight #gus porter #lumity

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