#I MESSED UP SUSIES HAND IGNORE IT

[pitroig]

Mrs. Maisel: it’s ok that you’re not perfect.

I can only describe the latest episode of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel as charming and intelligent. I believe it has perfectly encapsulated, in its pacing, scene selection, and motifs, the reasons why this series will remain embroidered in our minds like a heart in bright red thread. Additionally, I think it manages to explain the storytelling of this season and tie up the loose ends we have seen in Midge's character over the past 8 episodes, which have angered a part of the audience.

And I think that all the explanations lie in those four minutes of monologue that she steals from Gordon Brown's pettiness, and with it, steals the spotlight from all the men who have taken it from her until now.

- Is Midge a "bad mother"? Probably. Very likely, in fact. This last episode shows us a Midge so focused on her success and career that she doesn't scold her children even when they have clearly done something very wrong (pretending to be sick and insulting their elders is wrong no matter how you look at it). In the monologue itself, she anticipates that her children will end up in therapy complaining about her, as we know actually happens, and she accepts it as part of the evolution of parent-child relationships. But even more revealing is the fact that she pretends to forget her children's names and then remembers them, ah, when the monologue is already over. - Is Midge a worse character for being a "bad mother"? No! On the contrary! I think it makes perfect sense in terms of character development because from the very beginning, all Midge wants is to be the center of attention. Fame. In the Catskills, always winning awards and competing. At her own wedding, giving a monologue. Maybe she never wanted to be a mother; what she wanted was to be herself. But what she was raised for was to be a good wife. Only when she sheds that burden, only when Abe sees her exactly as she is, does she understand that it's the layers of convention that have been dimming her shine. Midge loves an audience. Years later, she has a free Tuesday, and we hope she uses that Tuesday to tie up one of the loose ends: Will she go see her children? Grandchildren? Her parents' grave? Joel's grave? No. She wants to work. She needs the adrenaline rush of the show. She needs to be the center of attention. And there are only two people in the world who understand that. One is Susie. The other, of course, is Lenny Bruce.

- Lenny Bruce. I don't want to spoil the devastating opening scene or ruin the smile of the last scene they share together, but I'll comment that in the monologue, Midge says that dates, boyfriends, lovers become cannon fodder for the comedic. She does it with her own ex-husband, right in front of him, and she will do it later with other ex-husbands. But she never does it with Lenny Bruce because Lenny Bruce, the one she doesn't want to see when he's no longer himself, is the guiding star of Midge, and she will never, ever dare to touch him for fear of breaking him.

- So, does she love Lenny or does she love Joel? I think she can't love Lenny because, in human terms, there isn't much he can offer Midge. Joel, on the other hand, despite his many faults and fragile male ego, is still the guy who cares about Midge, and above all, the guy who always sees Midge as a shining star, always the center of attention in his life. And in the end, that's what she has always wanted, right? I think it's okay for Midge Maisel to be selfish, to lose focus, and to be clumsy when it comes to handling her ambitions and her life. We're all doing the best we can, and chances are, we're messing up all the time. It wasn't about a woman. It isn’t a show about a woman who has it all. It is about a broken woman who has lost the only thing that gave her life a sense of purpose and identity. It was about someone marginalized by societal norms, ignored and living in the shadows of sticky-floored bars. And together, they found their reason for being in comedy—not in motherhood, marriage, or a desk job—but in following that path, they broke all the codes and rules. 

No matter the cost.

*Please note that the term "bad mother" used here is loosely defined. I am referring to widely recognized social conventions regarding the expectations and stereotypes associated with motherhood.

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[sgkophie]

Man's World - Chapter 4 - Heat? I Eat Chilis Raw

Pairing: Female!Leclerc reader x Carlos Sainz Jr

Warnings: slow burn, eventual Smut, enemies to lovers

Rating: Mature

AN: Did we like the Carlos POV from the last chapter? I think I might add some more Carlos POV if we think its fun! Thanks for all the lovely comments and messages - make me so excited to post!

Mini Synopsis: Georgia Leclerc is one of Bugatti's two female drivers. As the newest team in Formula 1, Bugatti has a lot to prove - especially since Team Principal Isabelle Binotto has decided to make the team a pre-dominantly female run team - from race engineers all the way to drivers. But even though Georgia has had an impressive start to her career, the press have labeled her a sassy hot head, nothing like her twin brother Charles.

With sponsorship money on the line, Ferrari and Bugatti come up with one solution – fake a relationship between Georgia and Carlos with the hopes that the Sponsors will see the drivers in a new light. An easy task – if the drivers didn’t hate each other.

Check out the full intro synopsis here!

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Thursday morning arrived and much like Wednesday, it was full of more publicity stunts and small media stories. We did a visit to the local children’s hospital in the morning, which was pleasant. I had always loved children and visiting the children’s hospital and speaking to the young girls truly brightened my day. That is, until we got to the track and Lizzie reminded me that I had a track walk with Carlos scheduled after the mandatory Drivers meeting run by the FIA. 

I wanted this FIA conference to last forever, but to my dismay, this one ended up being one of the shorter ones. Before I left for the Ferrari garage, Lizzie slid another index card into my hand with even more questions – because the other ones had gone so well last time, I mused to myself. I thanked her and headed off with my Bugatti hat and Ray Ban sunglasses. Figured they might remind Carlos what was at stake, and if it got under his skin, then even better. 

When I arrived at the garage I smiled sweetly, waving at Mattia Binotto, the Ferrari team principal and husband to Isabelle. “You here to see Charles?” He asked, a nice little twinkle in his eye. It took everything within me not to roll my eyes at him. The bastard knew I was here to see Carlos, but he wanted me to say it. 

“No, actually Carlos promised me a little walk around the track,” I said casually, “plus I figured it would be a good time to get all the details on this weekend’s Ferrari strategy,” I added with a wink. His face told me he didn’t think the last part of my sentence was particularly funny, but I didn’t care – Susie Wolff would get a good laugh out of it. 

Mattia nodded and gestured for me to come with him. The Ferrari garage was beautiful, and well designed. I was impressed, but I guess that’s what decades upon decades of Formula 1 races got you – a well oiled machine. 

As we approached Carlos’ room, I knocked on the door gently.

“Come in,” he said and I entered. I’m not sure what I was expecting from Carlos’ driver room, but it definitely wasn’t this. I suppose I was expecting whatever I saw when I walked into Charles’ room – an absolute mess. But instead, I was greeted with what could only be described as serial killer cleanliness. His room was in immaculate shape. 

He must have noticed the shock on my face. “Not all men are slobs like your brother.” 

I wanted to retort something sassy back to him, but in all honesty, it was good to see. “Shall we go?” I responded. 

He nodded and we exited the garage, heading towards the track. The Miami track was brand new to F1 in 2022, so several of the teams were out, walking around the track and analyzing everything from the curbs to the width of the straight. As we continued to walk down the track, I saw a bright color papaya shirt up ahead of us. 

“Danny!” I called out, causing the papaya shirt to turn around. Carlos groaned, clearly not interested in chatting to Danny, but I ignored him. 

“If it isn’t Little Ms. Sassy Leclerc,” he said, running up and giving me a big hug, lifting me ever so slightly off the ground. He nodded to Carlos, who nodded back, doing his best to avoid his eyes anywhere but Daniel’s face. 

“Enjoying Miami?” I asked. I knew Daniel lived in Los Angeles, and he visited to Miami often, but there was still no hiding his excitement every time he visited the city. 

“It’s marvelous as always. How about you, Carlos, enjoying the deeply rooted Spanish culture and cuisine?” Daniel knew the answer; there wasn’t a cultured bone in Carlos’ body as far as either of us were concerned, but it was still fun to watch Carlos squirm. 

Carlos only nodded, clearly looking around the track, searching for a way out of this conversation. Where was Lando when he needed him? 

“So Lando says you’re all going to drinks this evening. That sounds fun.” I knew Daniel was itching for an invite, but we needed to sell this an in intimate drinks between a couple and their two closest friends. 

“Don’t worry, we’ll save the good drinks for Sunday once we celebrate my win,” I said winking at him. He grabbed my shoulder playfully, giving me his big Daniel laugh. 

“Well, if we’re going to get to these drinks this evening, we better finish this track walk,” Carlos let out bitterly, clearly done with this conversation. 

I nodded. There was still a lot to do before tomorrow’s Free Practice sessions. We finished the rest of our track walk in complete silence. As we passed Pierre on the way out of the track and back to the pitlane, he waved at me, giving me a little squeeze on my arm and a wink as he walked by. I gave him a look that said, “please, god, save me” but he was gone before I could force him to talk to me. 

I dropped Carlos back off at Ferrari and headed back to the Bugatti garage. 

“Have a nice track walk?” Susie asked, raising her head from her computer screen. I gave her a look that, in my opinion, said it all. She chuckled and handed me an iPad. “Here, go finish reviewing the track with the analysis. We’ll talk more tomorrow.” I spent the rest of the afternoon at the track, reviewing the track analysis and discussing various race strategies with the team. 

“Alright Georgie,” I heard from behind. I set the iPad down and turned to see Lizzie, all smiles and bubbles as usual. “Ready to go conquer the world!?” She asked. 

“You mean ready to go feed the media dragon?” I asked sarcastically, raising one eyebrow at her. 

“Same thing,” she quipped back. I laughed – never a dull moment with Lizzie. 

We made our way to the media center where all the other drivers were waiting. Truth be told, these media days were some of the better ones because at least I had 4 other drivers in the conference room with me. They always split us up between 4 groups, five drivers per session - so you were never with your teammate. If a couple of drivers had a crash last race, the FIA would also put them together. The more drama, the better, especially if Netflix was filming that press conference for Drive to Survive. 

Typically the FIA put Charles and I together. They enjoyed the sibling banter back and forth, although they learned their lesson when they once added Lando into our session. I don’t think the media got any of their questions answered, and Lando spent half the interview in literal fits of laughter. 

I walked into my segment and of course sitting next to my seat was Carlos. Oh FIA, how you never let me down, I thought to myself sarcastically. Undoubtedly there had been some whispers in the paddock after our dinner last night and track walk together. While it hadn’t blown up on social media, the team was expecting this press conference and tonight’s drinks session to give us the push forward that everyone wanted – well, everyone except Carlos and I. 

I nodded at Carlos, who got up and gave me a mini hug. “Twice in one day, cariño, lucky me,” he said quietly, but not quiet enough so that the front row of journalists couldn’t hear. I just smiled and sat down, thankful that Lewis was to my right. He gave me a fist bump and a knowing look. Nothing got past the 7-time world champion. From my understanding, Lorenzo had filled him and Sebastian in on the drama because they were the most likely to say something to me about it, and they were always the first two drivers to defend me during bad press interactions. 

The conference started with the usual questions on the track and what we all thought about the FIA’s new jewelry ban. Soon the conversation moved onto the heat of the afternoon and the weather. Miami in June was known for rain, and tomorrow’s weather report was inconclusive, as Susie Wolff had said. It would either be blistering heat, or pouring rain. No in between. 

“So Georgia, how does it feel to be back in America, racing Formula 1 cars?” 

This was a simple question, I told myself, I could answer this. Nice and easy… but as I went to answer I could feel my hands start to clam up. I looked to my right and saw Lewis, who was smiling brightly at the camera, but I could see his eyes shift ever so slightly towards me. He wiggled his finger at me as if to say, “you got this kid.”

“Yeah, it’s, uh, it’s nice to be back.” 

The journalist nodded at me. “Since you’ve raced in the South before, do you think you’ll be ready for the heat tomorrow? I heard several of the drivers dropped several pounds today due to the heat.” It was true, the heat was bad and I had left the car considerably lighter then when I had went in. 

I wanted to roll my eyes a bit – they had neglected to ask Lewis, Carlos or Yuki if they could stand the heat in the car, but I decided not to let it bother me. Still, I guess my internal conflict was taking too long because before I could answer I heard Carlos say, “Please… I can’t think of anyone more prepared to fight the heat – last night at dinner I literally saw her eat a chili pepper raw,” he joked, turning to me and winking.

I turned to face Carlos, my face clearly a little shocked. I could feel myself blushing, a slight heat rushing to my face. To my right I heard Lewis giggle, followed by Yuki and Alex. I saw Alex wink at me, clearly getting Carlos’ inuendo. 

Carlos nickname was Chili, a sort of joke from his childhood that had spun up into a fan favorite name used not only his entire family, but also the F1 community.  Everyone knew him as Chili; his helmet even had a red chili pepper on it. 

If the journalist also got the joke, he didn’t say anything, although he did let out a laugh. “Fair enough,” I heard him say. 

The rest of the conference went well. Fortunately, the journalists let me off with just a few more easy questions, which after Carlos slightly embarrassing response, actually felt fairly easy to answer. I guess Susie was right – Carlos was good at media, and I could use the help.

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Lizzie met me inside of my drivers room once the press conference was over. Typically she would walk me back to the garage after the conference, but a meeting with Coco, Carlos’ manger, had distracted her. 

“Right, Georgia, time to head back to the hotel and get ready for drinks tonight,” Lizzie said, popping her head into my drivers room. Chris, my personal athletic training, just wiggled his eye brows at me and helped me off the massage table. 

“Ah yes, another date with the infamous, but devilishly handsome, Carlos Sainz,” he chimed in. I rolled my eyes at both of them. I knew Lizzie was secretly loving this. Chris, on the other hand, was openly loving this far too much. 

I grabbed the keys to my Bugatti and bag from the table and headed to the parking lot. As I was getting into my car, I saw Lando pass by, waving his hands at me. I rolled down my window and he gave me the world’s biggest high five. 

“Not the hands, Lan, gotta save those for driving tomorrow,” I quipped. 

“I don’t know, Georgia, as far as I see it, if I remove you from the grid, I get to move up a spot,” he joked.

I simply waved my hands at him and yelled, “See you tonight, loser.” 

Drinks tonight were to be at a bar fairly close by. Again, Carlos was to pick me up and drive us to the bar in his Ferrari. This time I had grumbled about why we always had to take his Ferrari, especially since I actually knew how to drive in America, but I was told to shove it and move on. Apparently no one in my all female team had wanted to hear about the sexism of a woman constantly being told she couldn’t drive to dates. Isabelle gave me a look that told me to give up, so I did. 

You win some, you lose some. 

I decided not to be late to meet Carlos this time. Truth be told, I was excited to see Charles and Lando, and figured the quicker I got there, the quicker I could start ignoring Carlos’ presence. I put on a cute top with some new jeans that Luisa, Lando’s girlfriend, had given me. 

I met Carlos again at the front of the hotel. He was wearing a nice, purple button down shirt. Of course he decided to wear my favourite colour; guess someone was listening during last night’s ‘question time’. As much as I hated to admit it, he looked really good in the purple button down and Lucky branded jeans. As I approached he looked up at me and smirked, obviously noticing me staring at him. 

Cocky bastard. Fine, Georgia 1: Carlos 1. Well, maybe .0.5  

When we arrived at the bar, I immediately ran up to Charles and gave him a big hug. My anger from Tuesday had simmered down, and we had managed to get a few more chats in throughout the last two days. Lando gave Carlos a big hug, which surprised me. I knew the two were friends since they were teammates for two years at McLaren, but I didn’t realise they were ‘hugging friends.’ Figured they were more, ‘friends because we had to be’. Plus, Lando was friends with everyone. You could give him a rock and he’d manage to make it his best friend.

“Carlos, Georgia, good to see you both,” Lando said, wiggling his eyes suggestively at the two of us. He quickly stopped when he saw both of our faces. I have no idea what expression Carlos had on his face as he looked at Lando, but I imagined it looked like mine – unimpressed and disinserted in Lando’s antics. 

Charles laughed awkwardly, ever the peacekeeper of the group. As the teammate to Carlos and my twin brother, I have no doubt that he wanted to play the situation very delicately. The four of us took a seat at the table, Carlos and I sitting together with Lando and Charles across from us. 

“So, how is the car feeling for tomorrow, Lando?” I asked. 

“Breaks are going to be rough with the heat, but we’re hoping for some kind of breakthrough,” he replied, a tint of sadness in his voice. Lando loved McLaren, but the car they had given him just wasn’t up to his ability – at least not yet, as he would say. 

I nodded. “It’s going to be willfully hot this weekend, not looking forward to it. Whoever thought racing in Miami in May was a good idea should be fired.” Lando and Charles chuckled. I supposed Carlos was more used to the heat, having grown up in the warmth of Spain. At least, he never seemed concerned about it. 

As we chatted some more, a group of guys came up to us and asked for a photo. Here it was – our big moment as a small group. Needless to say, these kinds of photos always made it across social media. By tomorrow, everyone who was interested would have a photo of the four of us at this bar. 

We scrunched together and before I could protest, Carlos had his hand on my waist, pulling me ever so slightly to him so I leaned into him for the photo. Before I had time to react, I smiled for the photo, remembering where we were and why we were doing this. I felt flustered all of a sudden. On one hand, Carlos fucking Sainz had touched me and I was annoyed, but on the other hand, Carlos Sainz had touched me – and in a way that I hadn’t been touched in a long time. His movements were soft and sweet. I hated to admit it to myself, but it felt nice. As the group thanked us, I noticed several other people around us sneaking photos of our group. I guess after the commotion of the first photo, people had started to notice us. Carlos let his hand slip from my waist, but kept it on my back, rubbing up and down ever so slightly. Not enough to where it was super noticeable, but enough where with all these photos of us, someone would capture the moment. 

I can see why they paired me with him. Without even saying a word, Carlos was a master at manipulating both the fans and the media. While those absolutely closest to us, like Lando, Charles and Danny, knew this was a farce, to the rest of the world, we were this close group of friends – with some of us becoming closer than others. 

“Peaches? …Earth to Georgia?” I all of a sudden snapped out of my thoughts and turned towards Charles, who was looking at me. “Want another beverage?”

“No, thanks, I’m good. I already broke my no alcohol rule twice this week – no need to push it before Free Practice tomorrow.” 

“Always focused on racing – do you ever relax?” mused Carlos.

“Yes, after I win,” I quipped back. He scrunched his eyebrows in annoyance at that comment, but let it go. 

The boys each got one more beer, and then we closed the tab. We continued to chat a bit more about our cars and the track, keeping it light and easy. Lando, Charles, and Carlos discussed a bit of golfing that they had done earlier in the week. Once the beers were drunk, we all got up and Carlos and I head back to his Ferrari. I hugged Lando and Charles good-bye and wished them both luck tomorrow, as it would be unlikely I’d see either of them before the Free Practices sessions. 

The ride back to the hotel was quiet, but at this point, all of our rides together were quiet. 

“Here’s an interesting question,” I said, breaking the silence and pulling out the piece of paper Lizzie had given me earlier in the day. “Who is the most important person in your life?” There was an awkward silence. Perhaps I had asked a question too personal, but Carlos didn’t strike me as someone who much cared about that kind of stuff. 

“My father,” he said suddenly. I motioned for him to continue, but he didn’t, so I just nodded. I understood that. I came from a very close family, and before our father had died, he was my #1 supporter. 

“I guess I would have said the same when our father was here,” I said with a gentle sigh. “Currently its all of my brothers; my family is the best thing to happen to me.” 

Carlos took a moment, as if he was thinking about my answer. “Surprised you didn’t just say Charles; you two are always joined at the hip,” he sneered. I didn’t really know what to say to that, so I just scoffed. 

“I love all my brothers equally,” I snipped back. Asshole.

“Of course you do,” I heard him whisper under his breath. As much as I wanted to say something, I thought against it and let us continue the rest of the ride in miserable silence. 

Friday – Miami GP

The weather on Friday wasn’t quite so brutal, quite being the operative word here. The weather was rough, but the clouds had given us some shelter. When I arrived at the track, the paddock was buzzing with excitement. There were cameras and fans and media everywhere. I waved to a few of the cameras, but made a b-line to my garage as quickly as I could. 

As I entered the garage, I stepped into my drivers room, only to see Lily, Chris and Lizzie all circled around Lizzie’s phone. 

“And to what do I owe this honour?” I asked. 

Lily’s squealed a bit, clearly eager to tell me what was going on. “Your little stunt worked – look at these photos of you and Carlos!” I hobbled over to the desk where they were all huddled and took a look. There we were – Carlos and I at the restaurant – both drinking our wine and staring into each others eyes. I knew that couple next to us were taking photos of us, I thought to myself. As I scrolled down the Instagram feed, I saw countless photos of me and Carlos – both at the restaurant and then at the bar from last night, including photos his arm around my waist and on my back. Such little touches that meant so much to everyone. 

“Looks like your little plan is working,” Chris chimed in, clearly enjoying himself. “The fans seem to love the two of you.” I rolled my eyes. Of course they did.

“Oh, look at this one! The dinner date looks so romantic,” Lily said, sighing a little, as if she was jealous of this ridiculous conspiracy I was now apart of. “It even says you’ve been dating for weeks – now that speaks to your chemistry.” She winked at me, clearly aware of how much she was getting under my skin.  

“Did you happen to ask him any of the questions I wrote out for you?” Lizzie asked, eager to see if her plan for us to get to know each other was working. I just nodded, attempting to make it clear that I had no more interest in discussing this. 

“Annnddddd…?” Chris looked at me, clearly wanting to know more about this new, mysterious boyfriend that had been thrust upon me. 

“I learned he likes the color red,” I responded simply. 

“Good thing I put you in that red dress then,” Lizzie said winking. With that, she, Lily and Chris burst out laughing. “He must have thought he had died and gone to heaven!” 

“I doubt it,” I quipped back. Little did they know. Carlos probably thought the red represented the hell he was also in. 

“Now if you don’t mi-“ I began, but before I could continue, Chris pulled up a new Instagram post. 

“Now look at this one!” I motioned for Chris to read it for me. I think I had seen enough social media for one morning. 

“It says ‘Rumour has it Georgia Leclerc has moved on with a new driver in the paddock – Carlos Sainz. Sources tell us that rumoured ex-boyfriend Pierre Gasly is fuming at the match.’” At that, I rolled my eyes and let out the biggest groan I had ever heard myself utter. Apparently I had better luck getting fake boyfriends than I did real ones, since I’d managed to snag two fake ones in just a couple of days vs. my one actual real one I had when I was in America. 

“I am sure Pierre will love that,” I said sarcastically. For years the media and fans had speculated that Pierre and I were dating. Sure, he was flirty and handsy and we were close enough to where it might look less than platonic, but the truth was, Pierre was my brother’s best friend – and Charles had made it very clear we were both off limits to each other, something we decided to respect. 

“Well, I am glad your little publicity stunt is working, but I must be off to get ready for Free Practice.” Lily announced, getting up from her seat and giving me a small hug. “Good luck out there!” I nodded and gave her a hug back. 

Free Practice Sessions 1 and 2 went okay. I came P3 in both, which, considering the heat and issue with my front wing in the second practice, I figured was okay. I was annoyed that both Max and Charles had beaten me… but at least I had beaten Carlos, who had come in P4 and P6 respectively. 

After the sessions were over and I had properly reviewed the data with my race engineer and Susie Wolff, I caught the eye of Lizzie, who was motioning for me to come over. I knew what she wanted – it was time to stir the rumour mill and give the fans a little something extra. 

It was time for the dreaded garage visit.  Garage visit #1. If I didn’t die during this visit, I was to be sequestered to a second visit tomorrow. Just lovely. 

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[asgardwinter]

teenage drama | fictober 22

fictober day 05 | “No, anything but that.”

summary | There’s always something going up in Hawkins to interrupt a simple October date night.

fandom | Stranger Things

pairing | Steve Harrington x reader

warnings | slight angst on Dustin’s side, fluffy fluff

word count | 677

author’s note | I know I have an ongoing series with Steve but I’ll go back to it after Fictober :) This is a promise! In the meantime I hope you enjoy this blurb <33

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It was rare but there were some days when you and Steve could just enjoy your company.

No kids would show up with problems.

No Upside Down related drama.

Just the two of you on a chilly October night.

You woke up feeling like you were on one of those lucky days, movie night with Steve would be looking more like a date and not like a big sleepover — don’t get it wrong, those were amazing and very funny with everyone’s presence, but sometimes you only wanted to lay down on the couch and cuddle with Steve while a terrible horror movie was on the screen and you had an excuse to kiss your boyfriend everytime he got scared — for someone so brave in real life he really got frightened by weird stuff on scary movies.

But you should know better than that, things were too peaceful at Hawkins during the last week and something would show up to mess up with your night.

And that something would be Dustin’s fight with Suzie.

You were already in your safe place, curled up against Steve as you focused on the movie, trying to predict the next jump your boyfriend would give. Until the doorbell rang and you both jumped because of it — in your defense you were not counting on real life noises to be a part of the night.

Opening the door you looked at a very sad Dustin, with a tinge of annoyance hiding behind his eyes too. The last one was so typical of him you didn’t even take note.

“Suzie broke up with me.” He announced, walking past you and throwing himself on the couch next to a very confused Steve Harrington.

You signed to your boyfriend, making him accompany you to the kitchen where the popcorn you were making was just ready. Pouring it on the nearest bowl you could find, you looked at Steve who was clearly worried about his little friend.

“What should we do?” Steve looked conflicted between the sad teenager sitting on your couch and the bowl of popcorn on your hand. Your eyes locked with his, silently saying what you had to do and already taking a few steps closer to the living room to give Dustin some of the popcorn. “No, anything but that.” He was quick to protest.

“Steve, did you look at his face?” You whispered. “I know he and Susie will figure things out in no time and he’ll be back to be his old self, but right now that kid needs you!”

“Hey! Don’t get all righteous with me now.” He stole the bowl from your hands. “I’m just saying we make more popcorn, because this was supposed to be a ‘special delivery to my love’ and I’m quoting your own words.” He punctuated the end of the sentence by throwing a bunch of popcorn in his mouth.

“All right, so you leave the special delivery here and go take this glass of water to him while I make more popcorn.” You traded the bowl for the water ignoring his pout and went back to your mission to make more popcorn.

Steve followed your instructions very well and soon you heard muffled words coming from the living room. He was so great with Dustin even if he wouldn’t admit how much he loved the kid.

“Hey, Y/n!” You heard Dustin call you. “I’m gonna need something stronger than this water, you know? It’s a critical situation.”

You laugh at how dramatic he was, but you remembered how things used to feel so heightened at that age. “I’m coming with popcorn and soda! Hope you’re up for something scary, kid. We’re doing the full not talking about relationships night…”

And in the end the “break up” was just a huge mistake and Suzie would call Dustin the next morning and explain everything to him. It didn’t matter you lost your date, because making Dustin smile in a moment like that really felt great and there would be a whole bunch of other nights.

#fictober22 #steve harrington x reader #gn!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington #steve harrington reader insert #stranger things x reader #fictober #fictober 22

[nyaagolor]

I feel like it’s about time I actually sit down and give a real explanation of fluffyverse instead of just random out of context art lol, especially since it's kinda morphed into my own interpretation of gijinkaverse canon

Basic gist of it is that the Kirbyverse is a universe that doesn't obey any of the classical or modern laws of physics. It's more like "what if the alchemists were sorta right" in the sense that the four matter types (kirbyverse equivalent of the four humours) actually do make up every living thing and an imbalance of them causes Issues. Also vitalism is a thing-- soul matter is basically lifeforce

Quick summary is that Heart is positive emotions, Dark is negative ones, Soul is life/physicality, and Dream is metaphysical/beyond living. It's occasionally possible to transcend and become a pure matter type, but for all its unstoppable power it's also highly unstable. Void is pure Soul, Zero is pure Dark, Elfilis is pure Dream, and maaaaaaaybe Galacta is pure Heart? I haven't decided yet we'll see (Kirby is so powerful bc they’re all four in ~perfect harmony~!)

anyway, magic is a thing that uses the power and energy inherent in your soul, but how that magic actually works I have not actually figured out yet. Anyone is capable of magic (tho how good they are at it and how much they can handle varies wildly), but it does destabilize your physical form. Because you're messing with the very constituents of your soul, it usually causes physical changes. It's kinda like how muscles tear and heal bigger to accommodate the pressures they're under and stuff-- the body physically mutates to be able to handle larger and larger amounts of magic. These mutations almost exclusively take the shape of animal features. The type of animal depends on the person and the magic they're using, whatever best adjusts the body to the high concentrations of magic. You can take the traits of multiple animals / become a chimera if you use a ton of different types of magic all the time, which is what happened to Hyness! The in-universe reason the magic causes animal traits is that there is no reason and the meta-reason is because I like drawing it :)

Magic mutation chart (aka the furry corruption pipeline) ^^

Once people reach a comfortable level of magic use, the corruption more or less stops. Also, super heavy magical corruption looks like one of two things: either really advanced animalistic traits (hyness) or just starting to melt / becoming really goopy (magolor). There's only a really small handful of people who don't look human / have really extensive and debilitating mutations / reach that 80%+ mark, and those are people who knowingly pushed their magic FAR beyond a healthy or reasonable limit (it's kinda just Sectonia, Magolor/Dark Matter as well as Hyness and a few other Ancients, but friend hearts can reverse a lot of the damage). Once you go too far past the 80% range, you’ll start to have mental corruption too

Here’s a little timeline of how the mages corruption progressed over time / during star allies as they messed around with a ton of super potent void magic to illustrate how a person can change over time (they got put back to the third stage by the friend heart :) ) also, ignore the text on the top of the images that’s outdated ^^

Last thing is that while physical mutation can happen as a result of using magic (this happened with Hyness) it can also result from having one or more magical parents, especially if one used magic while pregnant (happened with Susie, who doesn't use magic but is still very far along the mutation timeline because she inherited magical corruption from her mom). Then you have Meta Knight and the mages who were made / revived through magical means and were mutated that way.

#mod vex #headcanons #fluffyverse #gonna keep using the tag for blacklist reasons in case people are annoyed with my designs (I know some are so I'll stick with this) #vex art

[alixinwwonderland]

Can I request a followup to that last one maybe??

First part here

Being with Midge is easy in all the ways Lenny never thought he'd get to have, and hard in all the ways he never thought he'd have to deal with.

On the one hand, quite possibly the biggest relief of his life is that adding romance (and sex. a lot of sex. really great sex) to their relationship hasn't actually changed it that much, and certainly hasn't ruined it. They still challenge each other and tease each other and banter with ease. Somehow, from the start, they just slid into each other's lives like they'd always been there, and the pressure he expects from Dating-with-a-capital-D just ... doesn't manifest.

That kind of stability also means that other things are easier than he ever thought he'd get to experience. It turns out that it's a hell of a lot easier to tackle a raging addiction and a headache-inducing legal quagmire when you've got people calm and on your side, willing to listen to you rant about free speech or sit patiently while you struggle to keep down a few spoonfuls of broth. And it's not even just Midge. It's Abe, always raring for a good rampage about free speech and injustice; it's Rose, elegant and tentative and much wiser in her advice than she gets credit for; it's Zelda, sitting with Lenny while Midge gets some food and rest. Hell, it's even Susie, who brings her own special brand of ferocity to wrangling the showbiz side of things when even his own manager is about ready to tap out from the stress.

But then there's the other stuff. Namely, one slick-haired schmuck of an ex-husband.

Now, as an ex-husband himself, Lenny understands a little about the breed. The frustration, the blame game, the guilt, the what-ifs, even the misplaced jealousy. He gives the man credit - he's doing his best to be a more active father to Ethan and Esther than Lenny managed to be during his post-divorce, mid-addiction years.

But Joel Maisel, well, he seems to have a knack for making pretty much everyone and everything around him worse. Lenny would find his floundering and lashing out amusing, if Joel didn't also have a knack for finding Midge's weak spots and drilling down on them in his more spiteful moments.

Which is why Lenny is strolling into the Button Club one evening, ignoring the stares of a few people who clearly recognize him, and sliding into a bar seat right across from the man himself.

"So, I hear I've been in your fantasies as of late," he opens with. He smirks behind his hand as Joel drops the glass he's holding and turns around with a sputter.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

Lenny leans back, cigarette in hand, the picture of calm.

"Rumor has it, you've been running your mouth and imagining me sticking a needle in my arm 'til it's all over. Now, I'm very sorry to disappoint an audience, but the only sticking I'm doing these days involves a certain very funny brunette and-"

"OKAY!" Joel snaps, cutting him off. "Why are you even here? Defending Midge, playing the hero until she figures it all out? She's smart, you and I both know that. Smart enough to know when to cut and run from a mess," he adds disdainfully.

Lenny can't resist a joke served up so easily.

"Yes, she certainly has a history to draw on in that department," he comments. Joel's already-scowling face flushes, partly with anger and partly with embarassment at the realization that he set that one up himself.

"And no, in answer to your question. I'm not here to 'defend' Midge. She can do that herself, and it's not as if me saying anything would change your mind anyway."

"Then why are you here?" Joel demands. Lenny looks at him and thinks about all the things he's been through, all the things he's learned since Midge walked into his life, and how in a twisted way, he has the man in front of him to thank for it all.

"You and I are stuck with each other, possibly for a long time," he says. When Joel opens his mouth to retort, he just holds up a finger. "So, from one divorced dumbass to another. I get you're miserable, but stop trying to make everyone else miserable along with you. Otherwise you'll end up hating everyone, alienating your kids, and without any friends who give a damn beyond what you can do for them. And take it from me, that is a very, very unpleasant place to be."

"Why should I listen to you, huh?" Joel demands, but there's a flicker behind his eyes that tells Lenny the deeply un-marvelous Mr. Maisel might not be as stupid as history would suggest.

"Because I went from about as low as a man can go, to the kind of life I'd never even imagined," Lenny says, simply. "And if I can make that kind of leap, well, there's hope for anyone. Even you."

He walks out without another word.

#the marvelous mrs. maisel #tmmmfic #lenny bruce #joel maisel #midge maisel #wonderlandleighleigh #tv: the marvelous mrs maisel #ship: you're still staring #ch: lenny bruce #ch: joel maisel #ch: midge maisel #mine

[zombvibes]

According to the tags of your last Allyswap post, you have other AUs. Would you like to share the premise/any doodles you have?

This sounds you’re interrogating me, anon. /lh

Anywho, I DO have other aus and YES I would LOVE to share junk about them.

So when I made the teammateswap and allyswap guys, I had multiple ideas for the characters (obviously). So one day I thought “Man. I still really like these ideas and I wanna use them.” So I did!! Which became the alt aus like as in : alt teammateswap and alt allyswap. They were originally called tms! side b and as! side b. (Which tbh? Might go back to those names…not sure though.)

Like normal teammateswap and allyswap : alt tms is susie swapping with noelle, noelle swapping with berdly, and berdly swapping with susie. alt as is susie swapping with berdly, noelle swapping with susie, and berdly swapping with noelle!

And if y’all don’t mind I’ll just share their (old icky) sprites and some haha hehe dialogue boxes :

TOP = alt teammateswap , BOTTOM = alt allyswap

(There’s also art of them but um. It’s too old and grody for me to show on here. Unlike twitter, I want to seem prim and proper on tumblr /j)

Anyways, I’ll probably redesign them at some point and make them ““official”” and also because some swaps don’t really make sense. (But mostly talking about the Susies and Noelles here. The Berdlys are only there so the Noelles could mess with them. Don’t tell anyone I said that though.)

There’s also like…other random aus I thought would be cool or funny but I don’t plan on doing a lot with them (which I will list now) :

THE TIMEOUT AU

- An old snowgrave au idea I had where during the Berdly fight right before Noelle does her spell, Kris rips us out of their chest and puts us in a far they found in a trashcan off screen. Kris would finish the chapter without you and you’d have to watch and think about what you’ve done. (Hence the name.)

- I already talked about how the au would work on twitter but I doubt you’d wanna go onto twitter to see something so I’ll just copy and paste everything here :

This route is called The Timeout route! Kris is tired of your bullshit so they stuff you in a jar they found in one of the trashcans from the city! You get to watch Kris, Noelle, and Berdly finish the chapter without you because you’re a prick! To start this route, during chapter 1 you have to make Kris play the piano (which they do poorly). (You’ll probably have to do many other things to piss Kris off but I can’t think of any at the moment..just know that playing the piano is not optional) Chapter 1 ends as normal! Chapter 2, you gotta start the weird route! Like just killing stuff, then you get the ring etc. But when you get to the Berdly fight, there’s a small chance that Kris stops Noelle right before she does snowgrave. Afterwards, Kris (still in battle) rips out their soul and walks off the screen. There’s trash can rummaging noises the the background. Noelle and Berdly stand there shocked and Berdly asks what’s wrong with Kris. Noelle said that Kris was acting weird all day. Kris comes back with a jar that has their soul in it. Noelle and Berdly proceed to flip their shit. Kris puts the jar in their inventory and grabs Noelle and Berdly’s hands and drags them off to the right thus ending the battle. You get to see Noelle and Berdly ask Kris plenty of questions that Kris ignores and says that they’ll talk about it later. When Kris and co meets up with Susie and Ralsei, they notice that Kris is different. Susie asks what’s wrong, and Kris says that they’ll talk later. Yadda yadda yadda Everyone gets caged (except for Ralsei). Things happen as normal with some things happening differently cause Kris is in control duh. When Susie and Kris are in front of the fountain, Kris takes out the jar and opens the jar. The soul comes out and does its thing. Susie stands there shocked. Once they’re in the lightworld, everything happens normal. Berdly and Noelle leaves thinking it’s all a dream. Susie after they leave looks bewildered at Kris then shakes them : “What the hell was that all about????” You can finally control Kris here and pick between : Tell her what happened and What are you talking about? Telling her what happened : Susie becomes even more confused and Kris (out of your control) says that they’ll elaborate at some point and the conversation ends there. “What are you talking about?” : Susie flips out even more and shakes Kris angrily. Kris doesn’t say anything (this is your doing) and Susie just says : “Whatever…” and leaves without Kris. Susie will still have the sleepover but will be weird around Kris (depending on what which option you choose). Everything will end the same but Kris puts you in the cage and not between the couch. You’ll sit there not being able to see what happened to Susie and Kris. You’ll hear what happened though, you just can’t see it. Then the chapter ends! …Btw you don’t fight spamton in this route, Kris just doesn’t fight spamton.

- (I would’ve made the route work a little different if I worked on it NOW but hey…you get the idea I hope.)

- This au was meant to basically Kris giving the player the middle finger

DELTARUNE BUT IT’S SUMMER NOW I GUESS

- Another old idea I had. It’s normal just deltarune but it takes place during summer school. (Or just the summer I didn’t put too much thought into it. I just wanted to see Kris and Susie have fun in the sun together tbh) It all started because I wanted to make a Phineas and Ferb reference—

TIMESKIP AU

- What kind of au hoarder would I be if I didn’t make a “They’re adults now” au? It mostly focuses in Kris, Susie, and Noelle (Berdly’s there too but I mean…he’s just there. Not too important). The darkners don’t really age in my timeskip au because I just…think they wouldn’t really age like lightners would? Since they’re objects? I feel like they would still look the same but like…with eyebags or dirt/dust on them or something. (Didn’t think about it too much,,)

- They’re all around 20 something? 25??

- There’s art of this too but again…too old and grody for me to show. Pretty sure I posted timeskip suselle stuff on here once but you’ll have to find it yourself I’m not linking it. It’s still a little embarrassing,,,

- I think I may redesign them in the future since they look too “self indulgent” and not how I would actually imagine them in their 20s.

- It’s basically The “Everyone gets facial hair now” au honestly LMAO

SPECIES SWAP

- Another obvious thing for an au hoarder to have— Basically, Kris is a reptile, Susie is a goat, and Ralsei is a human! (There’s also Noelle, who’s a bird, and Berdly, who’s a reindeer…but. I’ll probably not do that or at least it wouldn’t be “canon” to the au.)

- In this au, Susie is a darkner and Ralsei is a lightner (along with Kris.) And this is kind of a role swap as well (kinda?). Ralsei would be the one the player controls. Kris isn’t controlled by their soul and has their regular personality. Susie and Lancer were already established to be buddies before Kris and Ralsei arrived in the dark world. Though in this au, Susie’s personality would be a little goofier to match with Lancer’s. She’s still mean though but chapter 2 mean and not really chapter 1 mean. Ralsei would talk but we wouldn’t be able to hear him (like with human Kris.) He does talk way more than human Kris though. Kris doesn’t talk at all unless necessary or for a funny/dumb quip. For their dark world versions um tbh? I can’t really choose on whether Ralsei should have a sword (like human Kris) or magic (like goat Ralsei). I guess the sword would make more sense but goat Susie would feel a little empty if she isn’t swinging her big ol’ axe around. Again…didn’t think about it too much. OH YEAH AND darkner goat Susie is a prince like goat Ralsei is. (Not princess though because Susie still has her butch lesbian swag in this au)

- Uhhh I do have concept art but it’s not much…I hope to actually sketch out the concepts at some point because darkner goat Susie sounds so much fun to work on!! I have clear ideas of everyone’s designs in my head, just didn’t put it “paper” yet.

So uh…YUP! Think that’s all! If anyone’s interested on hearing about or seeing a specific au, I’ll try my best to elaborate on it more or quicking sketch out something)

(I’m asking you to send me asks about them if you’re curious)

#zomb answers #had this in my drafts for a while and never answered it. #you know? like usual. /hj #ALSO SORRY FOR THE LONG POST ANON SORRYYYYY #this took me 2 days to answer. /srs #zomb's other deltarune aus

[shrubsparrow]

Random "Shrub rambles about fandom stuff" time because this new Deltarune content is!! Wild!! Specifically, Noelle's blog post about Susie. It recontextualizes a lot of early Deltarune and the relationship between Noelle, Kris and Susie.

So Noelle and Kris have been 'friends' since childhood, mostly because they're neighbours. While Susie is new in their school, which is already interesting! Susie has already caught Noelle's attention, and it seems like she's attracted to her, but I don't think it's a full-on crush yet. Noelle likes scary things after all, and Susie is very scary, so she gets Noelle's attention easily.

Noelle recognizes Susie as a huge bully towards Kris, and it doesn't seem like she is trying to find reasons why 'Susie might not be that bad actually '. Noelle's feelings are probably very mixed on her, so she tries to protect Kris from bullying by trying to draw Susie's attention to herself. That's a win-win, right? I have a feeling something might have happened later that gave Noelle a more positive impression on Susie, turning her interest into a full crush.

I hadn't really considered that the interaction between Kris and Susie at the beginning of Chapter 1 would have been an ongoing dynamic for some time. Susie tries to act violent and threatens Kris, but Kris doesn't respond in any way. And like Susie said, quiet people piss her off, so Kris acting this way just makes Susie more mad. Maybe Kris really isn't afraid of Susie and knows it's all an act, so her awkward attempt to intimidate them just makes them laugh.

This part is SUPER intriguing to me. Susie is being absolutely horrible, trying to hit Kris in the weakest possible spot she could imagine. Even Noelle feels horrible. Susie has always brought Toriel's and Kris's relationship when she bullies Kris, like making fun of Kris holding hands with Toriel all the time. I think this is sore spot for Susie herself. We still haven't fully seen Susie's relationship with her parents, but I can almost guarantee that it isn't good (after all, she completely ignores calling them to let them know she's staying over at Kris's place). So to get love and attention from her mom like Kris does from Toriel could be what Susie desperately wants, deep down.

Still, Susie telling an adopted child that their mother will get tired of them and be glad if they were to disappear is, like, the worst thing she could say. Susie has grown so much over the course of the first two Deltarune chapters already, but if stuff like this had been going on before the game, I hope Susie will bring it up some point and try to own up to it.

Kris continues to be a mystery, and I'm so so so curious about what they said to Susie. Kris might know something about Susie that makes them feel like they have the upper hand on her, and that's why they're not bothering to respond to her bullying. Clearly, just a couple words from them sent Susie running from the situation.

Noelle has an awkward meeting with Kris afterwards, which is pretty funny. Noelle tries to act like all that wasn't really a big deal, but it must have affected her too. She continues to try to think of ways to get Susie's attention, and justify it by getting attention away from Kris. Noelle, you sweet mess. I'm glad it's already established here that Susie likes the smell of the apple shampoo that she later drinks in Chapter 2. Truly a great character arc for the shampo.

Seriously though, this makes me very eager to learn more about Kris, Susie and Noelle before the start of Deltarune. Susie has mentioned that she never bullied Noelle because Noelle gave her a pencil and was nice to her when she came to the school. But I feel like there's more to these three that we've yet to learn.

#deltarune

[sad-scribble]

AI generated Deltarune fic

I polished it a bit (like correcting Kris’s pronouns and adding a few scenes) but other than that its posted in all its raw glory.

After sudden fountains have started popping up in the dark world, the Lightners must destroy the fountains before the Roaring can happen. If the Roaring happens, the world will crumble and all Darkners and Lightners will die. The story starts in Castle Town.

Their first task is to discover what exactly the prophecy entails so they can fulfill their tasks. Once their task is completed, they’ll set sail across the land to where they believe the next fountain must be. The only problem is when said fountain was supposedly destroyed, there were several more ruins to explore. This is not an easy task for both the young heros to handle.

“Well I guess it can’t hurt to try.” Kris muttered to themselves, glancing over at their older friend. “Besides, what if the fountain really is here? It would make things easier if we found it… right?”

Susie smiled faintly.

“It could be nice having something to help us out. It’d probably give us some ideas how to look further into this whole mess.” She shrugged.

“I suppose…” Kris said, shrugging back and heading towards the castle with Susie following behind them.

Once they got inside and had settled in a bit, Kris began reading the prophecy aloud.

“Three saviors shall fight against the darkness. One who is not born of the earth, another who is neither human nor monster. The third will hold dominion in these lands, the last will bring balance to the land,” Kris read aloud, pausing. “That sounds familiar, don’t you think?”

“Hmm… yes it does kinda remind me of somethin’, actually.” Susie agreed, nodding her head thoughtfully.

“But I still think we should keep going until we come across the fountain and figure out just where in the world we need to go.”

“Yeah… You’re right. After all, why else would we even be here?” Kris replied, shrugging slightly.

“Exactly! We can’t waste any more time.” Susie declared, placing her hands on her hips. Kris rolled their eyes and giggled a little.

"Alright alright, let's take off then."

And with that, they made their way through the ruins towards the castle gates. As soon as the two heroes stepped foot in the new town and onto Main Street, the air felt tense, which caused Kris to instantly perk up. They knew something bad was coming. But they had no idea what. They glanced nervously behind them and saw Susie frowning.

“Did you sense anything wrong too, Kris?” She asked quietly, tilting her head slightly.

Nervously, Kris shook their head. “No, nothing. Just nerves. That’s all.”

Susie nodded and turned to face forwards again. They both kept walking until they reached the town gate. There, they stopped and surveyed the area, wondering what exactly they needed to do now.

“Maybe we’re supposed to follow that road down this way.” Susie said, pointing down a dirt path.

Nodding in agreement, Kris followed the path down, trying desperately to ignore the ominous feeling looming over them.

About 20 minutes later, however, Susie’s prediction came true. “Susie, wait up.” Kris called out as they caught up to their friend.

“What the hell are we doing?”

She glanced backwards, looking slightly panicked. “I dunno Kris! Whatever we do, we gotta hurry! Those creatures could attack us at any moment!”

“Calm down, I know, I know.” Kris sighed heavily, running a hand through their hair. “Just tell me what we’re doing again, cause I lost track after a while.”

“We’re searching for this stupid fountain! How could you forget that!?” Susie huffed, crossing her arms.

“Yeah… I know… just don't know why we gotta go out all the way out here without Ralsei." Kris wondered, furrowing their brow slightly.

Susie looked over to the end of the dirt path and saw a familiar blue figure.

"Hey, isn't that Rouxls? What's he doing here?" She grabbed ahold of Kris and ran over to the Duke.

"Uh, who are you two again?" Rouxls turned around and asked curiously, raising an eyebrow.

"It's Susie, remember? And this is Kris? We're trying to locate that fountain!" Susie explained.

Duke nodded and glanced behind him. "Oh well, uh, good luck with that. I'd better head on back now… See ya around!"

Before Kris could say anything, Rouxls turned and raced back down the hill.

"Huh, he's gone." Susie commented.

The duo walked down the hill after him and came to a halt once they reached the bottom.

“Wow… I guess he really wanted to run away.” Kris mumbled, rubbing the back of their neck.

“You’re telling me.” Susie groaned, throwing her hands in the air in frustration.

"Come on Kris, let’s just go look for this fountain. If we don't find it, we're gonna get yelled at by everyone.”

With that, the two took off down the dirt path, hoping that whatever was causing the odd feeling wasn't nearby. They didn't have to wonder very far before Kris spotted the fountain; or, what remained of it anyway. Its surface had been shattered to pieces, leaving a massive gaping hole in the ground. Large pieces of rubble floated in midair like islands in a deep sea. Even the water seemed to be gone, leaving only a murky, cloudy substance beneath the rubble.

"This looks familiar…" Kris breathed out slowly as they stared at the destruction.

"Well, it certainly looks like something happened here. Maybe the Fountain went rogue like the fountain that the old lady told us about?" Susie said, shivering slightly.

"Yeah… maybe." Kris replied softly.

"So what do we do now?" Susie asked.

"well I guess we have no choice but to go home, the fountain destroyed itself." Kris shrugged.

"maybe Rouxls destroyed it for us?" Susie laughed to herself.

"Maybe, though I doubt it. He seems a little scatterbrained to me." Kris admitted, scratching the back of their head.

After a moment, they suddenly remembered where they had seen the statue they had seen earlier, near the fountain. Looking around, they realized they were pretty much alone at the moment. Well, almost.

There, about 30 yards away, sat a tall stone pillar, the base of which had fallen into the ground, making it impossible to see beyond its base. At least, that was what Kris guessed.

"Guess we can go see if it'll work!" Kris grinned, grabbing Susie’s hand as they jogged towards the ruined pillar.

After reaching the pillar, Kris stood beside the fallen pillar, trying their hardest not to stare at the broken statue lying atop it. As the pair gazed upon the statue, they noticed a strange symbol carved on top of the pedestal.

“Hey look! A dragon!” Kris called, gesturing towards the carving. “Look at that! What a cool piece of artwork right? I wonder where it came from!”

“Yea… I wonder if anyone’s found it yet or what…” Susie murmured softly.

A few moments passed with Kris and Susie staring at the statue silently as a cold breeze blew past, sending tiny bits of debris floating around them. It appeared as if someone had placed a large rock upon the statue’s head.

At that moment though, the wind abruptly changed direction and the statue lifted itself off of the pillar with a loud cracking noise. The next thing Kris knew, there was a sharp crack as the stone statue crashed into the ground, revealing a staircase leading upwards that lead deeper into the ground below.

"Ahhh…" Kris breathed, letting out a shaky sigh.

"Looks like we found some stairs." Susie stated.

"Yup…" Kris replied.

Without saying another word, the pair headed up the stairs, trying their best to avoid looking downwards. Once they reached the top of the steps however, it became quite obvious that there was nothing up there. No sign of a door, no entrance to any other room aside from the one they currently stood in, which led into the main part of the tower.

"What do we do now? Are we just supposed to sit here? I'm starting to get a little impatient…" Kris muttered.

"Uhm, well, it's either that or go home and leave our things to fend for themselves. I think we should try our luck at least first. Besides, I kind of feel like something bad is waiting for us if we just turn tail and run." Susie said cautiously.

"…That makes some sense." Kris agreed, shoving their hands into their pockets. "Well I guess we'll never know if we don't try." They concluded.

"Yeah, you're right." Susie responded.

"Okay… let's get moving then."

"Good plan." Susie smirked, nodding as she kept ascending the stairs.

As soon as they hit the last step, Kris heard a low grumble below them; it sounded suspiciously like thunder. Both of them froze and peered over the edge of the staircase, trying to catch sight of whatever might have created such a sound. Unfortunately, it wasn't so easy and when they looked up again, nothing was visible except a couple of small rocks hovering above their heads.

“Did you hear that Kris?” Susie whispered, glancing over at them worriedly.

"I think so." Kris replied quietly, craning their neck back to try and peer downward.

"Wait, do you hear that too?" Susie whispered, tilting her head slightly to one side.

Kris narrowed their eyes, listening hard for the sound again. Sure enough, a faint whirring sound was getting louder and louder.

"It sounds like it's coming from below us." Susie said thoughtfully, looking around as a sudden realization hit her. "And unless I miss my guess, that doesn't sound good."

"Right… I think it's starting to get closer…"

Kris swallowed thickly, their body shaking ever so slightly.

"guess we have no choice but to fight it." Susie took out her axe and started descending the stairs as the noise got louder and louder.

"wait, what?!" Kris shouted, staring down at the axe in Susie’s hand.

"If it wants us dead, then that means we’ve got to face it ourselves." Susie stated firmly. "Cmon Kris. Let's not waste time."

Sheathing her axe, she started racing down the steps, leaving Kris scrambling to follow.

Susie ran down the stairs before seeing a small platform that hadn't been there before, and jumped down on it, before quickly disappearing from view, and reappearing on the other side. When Kris arrived on the platform, she was already standing, gripping her axe tightly in her right hand.

"Are you okay? Your hands are really shooky." She noted.

"Yea, just nerves I guess." Kris responded uneasily, shifting their gaze around nervously.

“Let’s do this…” Kris breathed quietly, stepping onto the small bridge that connected the platforms together, their grip on their sword tightening.

Looking ahead, Kris saw what they could only describe as the most terrifying creature they'd fought in a long time. The thing towered over the two heroes, towering at several stories tall. Its large, black wings extended out from both sides of its massive torso, while its clawed feet tapped the ground every few seconds. Its long, snake tail swung back and forth with each tap.

Even worse than the monster’s appearance though, were its huge jaws that were open wide. Its tongue stretched out from within the gaping maw, flicking against the rocky wall of the tower every so often. When the monsters eyes finally met the two, they instantly froze and stared back.

Slowly lowering her axe, Susie crept forward, staring intently at the monster before them.

"Is that it…?" Susie asked, glancing towards Kris.

"We won't know until we take it down." Kris replied in an equally soft voice, stepping further onto the bridge.

Taking a deep breath, both of them charged towards the monster, slashing their weapons through the air as fast as lightning, slicing through the creatures' large jaw. As it fell to the floor, all of the dust began to settle, revealing that the creature had stopped moving completely. At that point, the two decided to get the fuck out of there and jumped off the platform back onto the stairs and made their way down back to the ruined fountain.

Kris, tried to steady their breathing, still in shock from the sudden fight. They had fought so many battles before, why was this any different?

"Next time we find some weird staircase, we'll tell Ralsei." Susie chuckled, also very exhausted from the battle.

"Sounds good." Kris smiled weakly. "Do you think he'll be able to help?"

"I don't know." Susie shrugged. "But maybe he will, if we ask him." She smiled, causing Kris to smile back.

"You did great today, by the way." Kris mentioned. "Even if we didn't destroy the fountain, that is."

"Thanks. That means a lot." Susie got up and put her axe away.

"I think we should go back now, the fountains gone so we can't go that way. Gotta find a way out from the starting point. Maybe Ralsei knows how to get back?" Susie suggested.

"Sounds good to me. We can try asking him." Kris nodded.

The two walked along the dirt path back to the town, trying to forget the battle they had gone through just now.

Soon, they made it back. And in the distance they saw a familiar Prince.

"Kris! Susie! You're back, and you successfully destroyed the fountain!" Ralsei greeted them both.

"Hey Ralsei. About that.." Kris muttered. "It wasn't exactly us that destroyed the fountain."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Ralsei questioned.

"the fountain was destroyed before we got there." Susie replied, not really paying attention to the conversation.

"that's strange… well it's destroyed and that's all that matters!" Ralsei immediately brushed off the implications of all that.

"Yes but how are we supposed to get home then?" Kris asked.

"I'll just teleport you two back to Castle Town! Simple!" Ralsei smiled.

"You can teleport people?" Susie gasped.

"Of course I can! Don't worry, I won't drop you anywhere dangerous." Ralsei assured.

"I still don't think it's a good idea…" Kris muttered, turning to look at Susie apprehensively.

"Oh come on Kris. It'll be fine!"

Before Kris could respond, the 3 appeared in Castle Town instantly.

"huh." Kris looked around, seeing a small round figure in the distance. it was Lancer!!!! THE BOY!!!!

Susie looked over towards Lancer and smiled.

"well look who finally came back! It's been forever!" Lancer hopped over towards Susie.

"Lancer it wasn't that long! Only a day." Ralsei reassured him.

"It still felt like an eternity!" The small blue pumpkin pouted.

"Lancer, what's going on?" Susie interrupted, giving him a confused look.

"Oh yeah. I'm sorry, I got excited and forgot about the fact that you guys didn't come back yet. It's just that… well you've gotta see this!" Lancer grinned widely before grabbing Susie by the arm and leading her over to a dirt spot in the corner of Castle Town.

"what's that?" Susie asked, very puzzled about what she was looking at.

Lancer pointed down at the tiny thing wriggling around in the dirt.

"worm." He said, smiling.

"worm?" Susie repeated, blinking a couple of times before slowly kneeling down to check it out.

it was indeed a worm. Very wormy!

she looked back at Lancer, and chuckled.

"You really like worms huh?"

Lancer nodded.

"You dork." Susie stood back up and turned over towards Kris, who had also been looking at the worm.

"that's one lousy worm." They said.

"Shut up Kris, you eat nothing but moss."

">:("

"Anyways, now that we're back in Castle Town what do you wanna do Lancer?" Susie asked the small boy. "Well, I want to show you two something else! Something cool!!!" Lancer exclaimed excitedly, bouncing up and down on his feet.

"Like what?" Susie glanced over at Kris.

"Follow me!" With that, he ran off in the direction of the castle.

Kris and Susie followed, with Ralsei not long behind them. A short time later, the three found themselves inside the castle, walking past various rooms until they eventually reached Lancer's destination.

"here it is!" Lancer exclaimed when the three of them came to a stop in front of a door. He pulled a key out of the pocket of his pants, opened the door and stepped into the room.

there was nothing inside the room except for a black box thing. Kris inspected it closely. It was a PS5.

"Lancer how did you acquire a PS5!?" Susie questioned him.

"Lesser dad got me it!"

"how did Rouxls buy you a PS5? Nobody sells them here." Ralsei asked.

"oh no, he stole it." Lancer smiled. Kris and Susie shared a glance between each other.

"guess that explains it." Kris shrugged.

"How about we play video games?" Lancer asked, excitement vibrating off his body.

the four decided to spend the rest of the day playing PS5 games. the end.

#Deltarune #ai generated #dreamily ai #kris dreemurr #susie deltarune #ralsei #lancer #rouxls kaard #fanfic #this is so silly

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

FNAF-Fan Headcanon: Carey Afton The Crying Child (2022)

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Credit for FNAF goes to Scott Cawthon

Credit for FNAF Security Breach goes to Steel Wool Studios

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how Crying Child [New Fan Name “Carey Afton”] is inspired by how Chara appears in the Fanon of Undertale, red glowing eyes and mouth.

the name Carey might be better than calling them Tracy, I still think the name Nicholas can be the name of the Older Brother/Foxybro.

also it is possible that Henry Emily might of been partly responsible for Crying Child/Carey Afton's accident.

not just from him being the one who made Fredbear, but for losing the jaws so it could open much wider.

Fredbear's mouth could of only been able to open a little bit, so no one can put their hand or head inside.

but Henry not thinking of the danger, decided to mess with it and loosen the jaw of Fredbear a bit more, so his mouth can open more wider.

it could also turn out that Michael Afton is the Elder Brother of The Foxybro & Crying Child.

Michael could of been out of the room when the bite happen, but if he wasn't, he would of stop his brother Nicholas and his friends from placing Carey's head in Fredbear's mouth.

we could view the woman in the fan song “it’s been so long.”

as being the Mother of Crying Child, and the Man behind the slaughter being Henry Emily, as the fan headcanon’s theory and plot twist would reveal, that he is possibly the one who started the mess in the first place.

like while Foxybro [who might not be Michael Afton] and his friends did place Crying Child aka “Carey” into the mouth of Fredbear.

it could of not been possible if someone hadn’t made it so that Fredbear could open his mouth wider.

those at Carey’s party were the same children we see in the Mini-Game,

all of them are likely Fritz, Jeremy, Susie and Gabriel.

while we don’t see Charlie in that Mini-Game, she could of still been at the party.

and Carey could hold a grudge on them for not trying to help and just stood by and watched or ignored what was happening.

sometime after his death, Carey ends up taking over William Afton’s body and make him dress as Spring Bonnie and take out his revenge on them.

the first one who he had his revenge on was Charlotte Emily, Henry’s daughter.

Carey felt betrayed by those who were there when the bite happen,

that all Charlotte, Fritz, Jeremy, Susie and Gabriel did was just watch or ignore what was happening....

Susie and Fritz could of been the ones who were trying to ignore it and looked away from the scene.

while Charlotte, Jeremy and Gabriel could only watch and didn’t choose to do anything about it or try to get a adult to help.

if there was no adults in the room or they hadn’t notice what was going on,

it would make sense that Carey could not have them on his list of those he would take revenge on....

only those who are responsible or had only watched or knew but ignored what was going on and didn’t bother to help save him.

the ones next on his list of revenge, would be his Older brother Nicholas Afton and his friends who had helped put his head in Fredbear’s mouth.

Glitchtrap is of course possibly a A.I. Clone of Carey’s Father,

but it would be the version that was corrupted thanks to the angry soul of Crying Child.

Carey isn’t able to use his Father as a puppet anymore, because he becomes trapped in the Spring Bonnie Suit.

Elizabeth Afton and Michael Afton, were possibly the only children that William Afton had left, and while William wasn’t in the Pizzeria, Carey could of hid away from the Security Guards and the Animatronics.

Nicholas Afton/Foxybro could be the middle child and the younger brother of Michael Afton, but being older than Elizabeth Afton and Carey Afton.

Michael Afton could of been at college when the Bite Of 83 happen, and he possibly had to take custody of his siblings Elizabeth and Nicholas when William was taken to jail.

at some point, Carey’s corruption of his Father, to make dangerous Funtime Animatronics, and one of them causes the death of his sister Elizabeth Afton.

Michael Afton’s job was to help save a part of his sister, that was placed into a microchip, while the corrupted half would still be in Circus-Baby.

Carey could hold regret for what he did to those who were at his birthday party, and saw but done nothing to stop what was happening.

but he would hold no regret to Henry Emily, as he was the one who played a hand in his death, if he hadn’t loosen the jaw of Fredbear, Carey’s Brother and his friends wouldn’t of had easily placed his head into the mouth.

before someone places the suits on, the mouths are to be placed back into place, so there be no accidents, but Henry Emily kept them loose and open wide and did it on purpose.

Henry might view himself as innocent, but he knew that his old friend and partner was the one responsible for some of the stuff went on, and was possibly the reason the crying child’s brother and friends were able to place Crying Child’s Head in the mouth of Fredbear in the first place.

Henry Emily might be anything but innocent, and could be just as guilty for not just the death of the Crying Child, but also the other children, including his own daughter Charlotte Emily.

Carey could be redeemed by trying to help Gregory, and Carey could have distrust to Glamrock-Freddy, and believes he can’t be trusted and Gregory should be careful around him and not just the Other Glamrock Animatronics.

Carey’s original plan would be to use Gregory as his new puppet, to help him with his revenge, but over time he starts to bond with Gregory and see a bit of himself in him, the him that he was before he had died.

because he used his own father as a puppet before, the A.I. Clone is based on the brainwashed corrupted version, so yeah Glitchtrap is possibly based on that version of Carey’s father.

Carey can’t use his father as a puppet anymore, because he has become one with the Animatronic suit of a Spring Bonnie, which would let him become Springtrap or one of the versions of Springtrap that isn’t Michael Afton.

this plot twist and theory makes sense, that when The Crying Child died, they decided to take revenge on Henry Emily’s daughter and the other children who saw what was happening, but either kept watching or decided to look away and ignore it, and didn’t try to do anything to help, like getting a adult to stop Carey’s Brother and His Friends from placing his head into Fredbear’s mouth.

and it could turn out that while it seems that the children’s souls past on to the other side, they were instead send back for what they did, for not helping Carey when he needed help, instead just stood there and watched or decided to ignore what was happening.

and as their punishment, they were placed in The Blob.

their souls being deep within the sub-space of The Blob, not being able to leave unless they confess to their own past actions which caused Carey to take his revenge on them in the first place.

but even if they did this, and their souls are free from The Blob...

they would not be allowed to leave the Pizzaplex, as it is their new punishment.

Carey’s punishment would to be act as a guardian to those like Gregory and the DLC Ruin Character who’s official name is unknown, but fans could call her Emma or any other name until we get news of the official name.                          

not everyone has to agree about the theory about Crying Child using their father like a puppet to take out his revenge, as well as the theory about Henry Emily being the source and being partly the reason why The Crying Child took the life of Charlotte Emily....

so Henry Emily is just as responsible for his own daughter’s death, as Crying Child is who used his own Dad, William Afton, as a puppet.

the remnant could still hold a place in the FNAF, and while The Crying Child was not possessing his father, the corrupted remnant he left behind, was able to go into a video game and become Glitchtrap, a A.I. Clone of his father who is based on the corrupted brainwashed William Afton.

and just like how Carey used his own Father as his Puppet,

Glitchtrap ends up using Vanny as his Puppet.

so yeah, my theory is that Carey/Crying Child is like the Chara of FNAF, and would of not become the way he is, if it wasn’t for the irresponsibility of Henry Emily who had loosen the jaw of Fredbear so his mouth can stay wider, which of course allowed the Foxybro, Freddybro, Bonniebro and Chicabro to place Crying Child’s head in Fredbear’s mouth.

Henry Emily’s punishment should be to end up in the Fredbear suit, it be interesting to use in a mini-game, even if it would just be a fan made game.

but if Henry Emily is the source of everything that happen, then he can’t possibly out-run karma for long.                                                            

#carey afton fnaf #FNAF fanart #glamrock animatronics #glitchtrap #fnaf gregory #fredbear #the bite of 83 #plot twist #fnaf theory #crying child fnaf #henry emily fnaf #fan headcanon #william afton fnaf

[darkdevasofdestruction]

An Angel and A Demon ~ Pyramid Head x Reader

Update 2: My laptop restarted when I was in the middle of writing this, and trust me when I say it, I am positively pissed off, and I want to end my days, that's how bad of a day this was.

And I didn't leave the house.

That says a lot about today...

Update 1: But, without further ado, I was half-way writing this story, and I received this ask, and let me tell you...

helloooo, i absolutely adored the fanfics you wrote about kazan and danny🥺 could i request one where pyramid head is just really whipped for and in love with the survivor! reader but he doesnt know how to announce it to them so he brings her random ,,gifts" in and outside the trials and protecting her bc well, im pretty sure he cant speak so he doesnt really have any other options on how to express his feelings??

I live for it.

Bless you for sending me this, it's the reason I'm still sane right now.

I love you, baby-cakes.

Update 3: I want to kill myself so bad. Just smash my head on a wall until it explodes or sth. I was so happy with how this imagine turned out, only fuck fucking tumblr to just fucking delete EVERYTHING just as I was about to put the last gif and hit POST NOW.

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For the 5th time writing this :

FUCKMEDADDY - but this time - FUCKMYBRAINSOUTPLEASEIWANNADIE

Thanks.

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Hell - What was that place, anyway?

Some would describe it as an infinite ocean of flames and lava, where it's eternally melting-hot, and a bunch of hooved, horned, tailed red demons torture you with acid, with their red pitch forks, or boil you alive in their cauldron for soup. Or maybe you just get tortured by Stalin, who knows?

But never would have anyone thought that 'Hell' could look so...Normal. Well, normal in a very demolished, desolate, ravished way, but still...Normal, by human standards. Albeit, the never-ending loop of madness, anguish, agony and desperation of getting killed in different gruesome ways or fleeing for their lives and feeling a myriad of emotions pumping adrenaline through their veins so badly that their anxiety-meter skyrocketed to abnormal levels.

All this darkness, this hatred, this...Everything...It changed all the survivors. They became selfish, stubborn, rude, some even went as far as to sacrifice their fellow survivors in trials, just so they could survive. It was a complete mayhem that defied all kinds of reason, normality, morality or even ethics. Everyone became devoid of any laws that used to bind them to their humane sides, and now, you weren't sure if the killers were saner than the survivors or not.

But even in this abyss where you couldn't even see your hand in front of your very eyes, there was a little star - A beautiful angel radiating brightness and warmth, someone who was somehow able to guide everyone's straying souls with her benevolence.

In reality, she was merely a survivor, not the little lantern from an angler fish's head, but she treated everyone with such an untainted kindness...It was beautiful, and yet, unrequited for most parts. Everyone was still putting their own lives above all - And who could condemn them? - Perhaps their cowardice, for the girl preferred to save her fellow survivors as much as possible, even if that oftentimes assured her place on the hook, to be a sacrificial lamb for the Entity.

On the other hand, she rarely ended up on the hook - Most killers prefer to kill her themselves, instead of letting her become pray for the horrible Entity who tortured so many of them for refusing to cooperate - The Trapper, Evan MacMillan - He knew the best, with those hooks digging into his flesh, impossible to extract. He was the first to protect this girl. It wasn't much, but if he had to, he'd rather give her a swift, painless death, than seeing her without that serene, angelic smile on her face, as the Entity feeds on the last bits of her soul's beauty, the last parts of her humanity.

The other Killers were confused at the Trapper's actions, but little by little, they began to understand why this girl was so precious and special - And this domino effect hit Rin Yamaoka next, with Y/N stopping in the middle of a chase and taking off her jacket, just as Rin was about to butcher her with her katana, and she smiled, extending it to her. 'You must be cold' she said, realising that the Spirit was merely wearing a few bandages, not even her school uniform, or her kimono.

The ghost girl was shaken up by this, and told the others at the killer camp, but they just shrugged it off - Rin was a little girl who faced close to no kindness, they weren't surprised she was so taken aback by such a feat. That is, until Adiris, in a particularly terrible day, when everyone at the camp was staying away from her, as her profane censer wasn't able to cover the stench of rotting flesh - Y/N came over, taking out a small yet elegant glass bottle with pink liquid on it, spraying some on her - And now, The Plague smelled of roses and vanilla - 'You can come to me for perfume whenever you want, I always carry some with me!' she grinned at the Babylonian High Priestess, before leaving back to the survivor's camp site, leaving the ancient God symbol to stare with her mouth agape at the girl.

These words began to spread, and it was no surprise when the killers saw Susie clinging and begging her Legion friends to spare Y/N, for she was there to hug away her worries more than once, to tell her sweet words, to play with her hair and play the guitar whatever songs she wanted to hear, to get reminded of her home - She was so home sick that she freaked out, but now she was better, thanks to Y/N - 'I know you miss home, but sometimes, home is where your best friends are, and all three of them are here!' she tried to encourage the cute pink-haired girl who could only squeal and hug her new friend.

Even Ghostface wasn't exempt from falling to her charms, and they would often take silly selfies and mess around, making fun of the old horror movie tropes and doing lots of puns and pranks - So much that she even got his trust to be told about the Danny/Jed thing, and how he began his killer profession - 'You're a very talented photographer, Danny! You deserved all that recognition you got, both as a journalist, and as a killer!'

And very soon, Y/N found herself in the crushing arms of an overprotective Anna, humming her mother's lullaby together with walking through the forest, Y/N making flower crows for all the female killers at the camp site, and little by little, she somehow managed to worm her way under everyone's skins.

Y/N was the survivor with the highest survivability percentage, and maybe the Entity sometimes got pissed off, but at least she still got killed sometimes, so who cares? Well, that was soon to change as soon as a new Killer was added to this sick game - Pyramid Head, the terror of Silent Hill, as Cheryl, the new Survivor, called him - or The Executioner, as he was known now. He was ruthless, merciless, grotesque - He had his own criteria of killing, his own moral compass, ethics, conscience and understanding of the concept of life and death. Nothing that could compare to the visions of humans, clearly - Everything was gravitating around Divine Retribution and Justice, but the from the outside, he was nothing but a killing machine.

He would kill everyone and anyone that crosses his path, without fail.

Y/N felt like her fortune ended completely the second she found herself in the new, overly cramped map, with Pyramid Head as the killer - She couldn't help but run around like a spazzic meerkat, trying to find and fix as many generators as possible, without having to get face to face with the walking hazard...

Only to run past a stuck Pyramid Head.

Slowly backtracing her steps, she saw the mountain of a man with his metal pyramid stuck in the frames a low window which he tried to walk over. He was trashing like a raged bull trying to attack a matador, but it was clear he was getting nowhere with this.

"H-Hey, u-uhm...Need some help?" she asked in a soft, careful voice, almost like a meek cat trying to test the waters, but in return, he started groaning even louder from the wrath he wanted to unleash upon the whole world. "Okay, uhm...I think I saw a can of vaseline in one of the chests around. I'll go fetch it and I'll come back for you. Don't move." she said, only to then realise how horrible that sounded, considering the situation, and it only seemed to anger the killer. "...I'm sorry, ignore me, I'm an idiot." she slapped herself pretty harshly before bolting out of there trying to find the chest.

However, Y/N cursed herself for not having perfectly memorised the whole map by heart already, since she found the vaseline can after the 3rd chest, and then, it took quite a while to find the bloody window that got the killer stuck - And by the time she got there, she was dead tired. "Okay, I'm here, I found the vaseline! Let's try to get you out of here." Y/N muttered as she put her feet on the low window pane to get to his level. "If it's not too much trouble, could you please hold onto me? I can't balance myself with both hands occupied, and I'd rather not fall." she explained as she opened the vaseline can, only to shiver as she felt two big, strong hands getting a firm grip on her hips. It was almost...Endearing, were she not too busy trying to get the killer unstuck. She kept massaging the metal edge, trying to push and pull, also praying to whatever deity that existed in her human world that she had her tetanus shot done on time - Until finally, she was able to get hear a loud screech, like a pop, and the killer got unstuck, and in the process, he stumbled backwards, while Y/N fell down on her butt.

"Ouchie..." she muttered, rubbing her back and sides to take away the pain surging through her body. "Are you okay?" she asked, almost intuitively, without realising it at first, until she heart a low grunt that brought her back to reality. "O-Oh...! You have glass shards stuck in your side! And you're bleeding too! Hold up, let me help." she hurried to his side, while the killer merely stiffened, feeling her delicate, slender fingers tracing his body, while he heaved and slouched his shoulders from the repressed wrath. "It may sting a bit, and I'm really sorry, but I promise it will be better soon." her voice was so motherly and warm, which also resonated in her actions, as she gingerly took a water bottle and imbued some tissues with it, to wipe away the blood smearing down his skin as she extracted the glass shards, and then..."This is grandma's marigold ointment. It's really good, and it smells nice." she explained as she carefully smeared a thick layer of the yellow ointment on the biggest wounds, while the little ones were covered by smiley-flower patterned plasters. They were cute, and colourful, and they never failed to make her smile. "Okay, there we go, all better! I hope you'll feel better very soon!" her voice got a tiny bit more cheerful and upbeat.

It made the Killer think about a trillion things, as he stepped in front of her, towering over her like the Empire states building next to a smiling pomeranian. What was with this girl? Why did she help a killer? And why did he feel so...Warm inside? He could sense a foreign kind of luminosity, a naivite and innocence that he only witnessed in children and animals. This woman in front of him was untainted by the darkness and evil of the world.

It didn't matter how many hardships she's been through, or how much sadness she had to endure - Her soul remained as pure as any snowdrop, as the first snow of winter, as the fleece of a baby lamb who let out its first 'meeeeh' to its mamma sheep.

He couldn't allow this human to be maimed in any way - Not by the world, not by the Entity, and certainly not by him. - Screw the Entity, Pyramind Head kills by his own rules, and now, he was blessed to be faced with a human who bore no real hatred for her peers, or for the world, despite the horrible situation she was thrown into.

He didn't understand, obviously, especially as he remembered the myriad of abominations that lurked through Silent Hill, all of them created by the torment of humans - The very torment that distorted their own reality, which resulted in him needing to solve the purpose as The Executioner - Eradicating the world of all evil.

"Th-This sword is so heavy...H-How can you carry this around like that...?! Your muscles must be so strained and sore...Y-You really need a massage, I'm sure." she stuttered as she tried to lift the much taller and heavier sword from the ground, only for the brute to simply bend and pick it up with extreme ease, putting the girl to shame with her complete lack of strength. "Hehe...You're really strong. I'm embarrassed now." she chuckled softly, scratching the back of her neck.

Before she could leave or do anything else, Pyramid Head picked her up by the throat, careful not to hurt her or restrict her air intake - I mean, how else was he supposed to carry her so he wouldn't hurt her with his metal head or sword? - and it was pretty clear she didn't feel any malevolence from him, as she clinged on his forearm, trying to keep herself up, only to be dumped on top of the hatch, as the killer pointed towards it, so she would leave.

"O-Oh...! Thank you so much! You're really kind! I really appreciate this...I-I know it probably doesn't matter much to you, since you'll be doing this over and over again with all the survivors...But I really appreciate you for your kind gesture, and I appreciate you for being so nice with me. Thank you. Take care!" her dazzling smile lit the whole place up, but he couldn't talk, nor could he tell her how he should be the one thanking her for showing him that, despite the hundreds and thousands of years he had to roam the 'Earth' and execute the injust, miracles still existed.

As soon as she reached the survivor's camp, everyone cheered for her, asking how in the world could she have escaped the wrath of the butcher. "Oh, but he wasn't that bad. In fact, he's much more humane than I anticipated! I think he has a beautiful, blooming heart!" okay, she's lost it - the other survivors thought - but even so, she's always been a bit...Out of it, so who cares?

It took quite a while for the other three survivors to reach the camp, all bloody, in fact, like the new killer, who dragged himself with the same menace to the Killers' camp. "How the hell did you manage to survive?!" they yelled at her in utter shock, seeing that she got out of there unscratched. "Oh, you see...I found the hatch." she shrugged simply, not wanting to give away that the person who massacred those three was a soft one and he basically threw her down the hatch to her safety.

As she took a twig to roast a marshmallows, she noticed how Pyramid Head was standing much farther away from the rest of the killers - She knew that silent killers were bound to stay away from the more obnoxious one, remembering how Michael Myers almost killed Ghostface and The Legion at least a dozen times - But this time...He seemed kinda...Lonely? So Y/N took the matters into her own hands, roasted another marshmallow in another twig, and when it was done, she went to the killer's camp, calling out the lonely one's name - She has no idea why, but he actually followed her, pushing her further deep into the forest, until he was sure nobody was going to hear, see or interrupt them...

"Hey. You seemed pretty lonely out there...I thought you could use a friend. Thank you again for what you did at the trial...Here, this is a marshmallow. I don't think you've had many before...Cheryl told me of that horrible place you had to live in...So I hope this will make your day a bit better!" Y/N extended one of her hands towards him, so he could take the marshmallow - And a long, black tongue erupted from underneath the pyramid, snatching away the fluffy marshmallow and gulping it in one go.

What the hell was he turning into?

A towering man built of pure muscle, wrath and divine justice, with a pyramid representing the evil of humanity burdening his body, and a sword taller and heavier than the average human being constantly dragged in one of his hand...He now was a slave to a cute, innocent girl who was putting flower plasters on his minuscule wounds that would heal in a heartbeat regardless - He saved this girl who was now offering his these soft, squishy things that tasted overly sugarly, just like her upbeat and cheerful personality - If he could eat her, he was sure she would taste even sweeter than this - A sickish kind of sweet, that is.

She was indeed a beautiful angel in this tragic hell. But he didn't wait to snatch the second marshmallow either.

"Ah...! You liked it, didn't you? Well...Next time, I promise I'll give you more!" she grinned at him the same way a princess would to her chivalrous knight who saved her. The since he couldn't talk, silence took over them - It wasn't an uncomfortable one, per se, but it made it feel as if the conversation was over. "W-Well...I'll guess I'll see you around! Take care and I hope to see you again soon!" she waved cutely, trying to turn around back to her camp, only to feel a rough hand on her shoulder, turning her around and urging her to stop and wait for him and he went deep into the forest, leaving her alone and undefended by the potential malevolent forces of the forest.

When he returned, however, he stepped right in front of her, creating the perfect shade as he towered over her - Then he kneeled in front of her, so he would reach her eye sight, then he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and put a beautiful pink flower - As pink as the blush that started creeping on her face - He wanted to see her luminous face better, to highlight her dazzling smile and her glimmering eyes as the warm, silver light of the mother moon caressed her face.

Y/N felt her heart picking up the pace - It was beating so much faster than ever before - But this time, it wasn't out of fear or anything negative...It was something good. Something she never felt in her life, especially with her human acquaintances from back home. None was as chivalrous and gentle with her as this butcher of tormented souls - The bringer of justice, the merciless Executioner who was supposed to end the life of every living being that would cross his path.

It was insane how every Yin finds its Yang, even if that comes in the form of a little lamb of a small, frail girl, and a huge abomination of a brute man who knows nothing but death, bloodshed and carnage. It was truly crazy how opposites attract, and here she was, holding the killers large hands and gingerly putting them on her face, leaning into his touch - She felt safer now than ever in her life - Now, in the arms of an ancient killer.

An Angel and A Demon brought together in a perfect union.

As she leaned down, she touched the metal of the pyramid where she anticipated his forehead would be with her own forehead, and closing her eyes, she finally felt herself calming down. There was no need for words, actions spoke louder than anything, and she appreciated it...She appreciated him.

"Thank you." she whispered to him, knowing that yes, even though nobody else would hear it anyway, it was much more intimate than anything she ever experienced.

She was hooked.

Hope you liked my completely shameless pun, I couldn't stop it, especially after the pain I went through trying to write this...3 freaking times.

Yay.

#dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight imagine #dbd #dbd x reader #dbd imagine #silent hill #silent hill x reader #silent hill imagine #pyramid head #pyramid head x reader #pyramid head imagine #red pyramid #red pyramid x reader #red pyramid imagine

[the-meme-monarch]

I've been wanting to tell someone about a fan game idea for Deltarune I've had for a while but really haven't had anyone to tell about. I'm randomly seeing if you might be interested because it is like your Obscurian AU a little (even though I thought of the idea way back during Halloween...). You don't have to read it if you don't want to though and that you be fine. It would be a Deltarune Chapter 2 fan hack that would be like Toby Fox's Earthbound Halloween Hack. The basis of it would be that the 2nd chapter starts as normal except Kris is able to pick up a flashlight under their bed. Nothing else is different until they get to the Dark World where suddenly everything is suddenly super overly spooky and edgy in the Cyber World and everyone is mean or scary. You don't see Spamton when you pass that first dumpster though and only can only meet him by going into the dump and knocking. Unlike in the real chapter 2, this Spamton seems to be totally fine and acting like a happy and smart business man who is actually nice and sells you good items unlike the other mean characters. He seems to be the rebel in this horrible world. Near the end of the chapter though, when you are supposed to fight Queen, instead of having a totally overly scary boss fight, you find out that everyone is actually throwing a sort of prank with Kris. It turns out that in this game it seems like everyone knows that everything is a game (sort of like actors on a movie set) and they all wish Kris a Happy Halloween. It is at this point though that Spamton comes out in his own spooky costume of his own and horribly fails to be spooky in any way. Susie would say that Spamton did a good job as acting as a calm business man in his shop and Spamton would be really confused and say that he was too busy on his costume to appear earlier. It is at this point then that Kris, Susie, and Ralsei suddenly wonder who was at the dump...

Before they had made it to the end, there would be some subtle hints that everyone was just acting spooky for Halloween. This would appear in characters accidentally falling out of spooky character. One of these times would include the Pink Addison mentioning that they weren't sure where their mannequin went. Near Trashy the Trashcan, there would be also a new piece of trash that looked like the bottom of the mannequin stand.  If you ignore the weirdness with the other Spamton and end the game like usual, you would get a weird unexplained ending where a note is given that hints at a horrible thing occurring.  If you go back to the dump after the party, you then can see the true horrible boss of the Halloween Hack, a kind of parasite that is made of hands, eyes, and a bloody heart that was puppeteering a fake Spamton mannequin. It had been workings its hands towards all the characters in the Dark World and was getting ready to consume them alive and puppet them as well. When you confront it, it would burst out of the fake Spamton mannequin and fight you. Once you defeat it, you then can have the good happy Halloween ending after all. But... Now did you forget about the flashlight at the beginning of the game though? If Kris picked it up and used it in battle, Kris would be able to flash it at characters and turn them into items that can be picked up (like how Lancer was able to turn into a card in Kris' pocket). If they did pick up characters, they will talk in your pockets like Lancer and make a huge crazy mess in Kris' pockets. This could lead to some funny interactions and you can always drop their items so that they can go back to where they were on the map before. 

Why does that matter though? Because the fake Spamton can offer to take those items in their shop to "help" turn them back into their "normal" selves who aren't acting spooky for Halloween. What the fake Spamton would be doing instead though would be controlling them from the inside. If you give some of the characters to the fake Spamton, they will also reappear on the map and act "normal" like in the original Chapter 2 Toby Fox made. When you reach the party though, those characters won't appear at the party, and when you go back to see the fake Spamton, you will see that those characters you gave the fake Spamton are squirming and writhing on the map with the parasites eating them from the inside. They seem to be slightly aware and you cannot save them. They will fight you and you can have alternate battles with all of the zombie characters.  In the worst ending, if you give all of the flashlighted characters to the fake Spamton, you will reach the end party and Queen will suddenly get taken over by the parasite hands and eyes when she was going to start the Halloween party. You will then have to fight an alternate final boss with the fake Spamton and it will use all of the controlled characters to try to kill you. The horror at the end though is that Kris, Susie, Ralsei, Berdly, and Noelle will be left with no one of their friends from the Cyberworld alive.  OK. Uh.. I'm sorry for the info dump, but I wanted to see what a person though about my story. If you read this, thanks! But if you didn't that's ok too!

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OOOH THATS REALLY FUN I THINK… the idea of making a halloween hack of a toby fox game is just :] the circle is complete

#submission #the monarch’s court #deltarune #long post

[our-friendship-goes-beyong]

Ok, I haven’t seen any head-canons for this two, I have NEVER written something like this before, I prefer to just… like and reblog xD AND English isn’t even my first language. BUT I love this guys too much and I nothing is stopping me so HERE WE GO:

Part 1? Maybe?

Spoilers Alert

After the museum scene, Ari and Dante go back to Dante’s place and they just hang out, they end up making out in Dante’s bed (single person bed) and they fall asleep (cuz its JUST TO COZY AND COMFORTABLE)

The next day they meet w/Gerald and he just has this adorable smile on his face, probably remembering those days where he was young and hopelessly in love. Dante likes him the moment he sees him.

For two months or so, Dante goes to class every morning and every afternoon he hangs out with Gerard and Ari, or just Ari. They are just so happy.

When they return to El Paso, they are two lovely messes that literally cannot stop smiling, and now they are home, with all (almost all :c) their loved ones.

Gina and Susie show Dante the cards Ari wrote for them in their trip to Paris and they all fangirl together over how beautifully written and authentic they are (cuz we don’t expect less from our boy)

Cass has also received several letters that she prefers to keep them for herself.

They still have a few weeks left before they all leave for college so they decide to spend as much time together as they can.

Ari isn’t very talkative but he sure enjoys spending time with his bunch of friends. More than once he ends up debating about something with Cass while the rest of them watch.

“Aren’t you going to defend your man Dante?”

“Nah, he is doing really well by himself”

“Dante thinks I’m doing well, so that means I win this round”

“That is not- wha-… Maybe i should get a stupid boyfriend too, then”

“No one is stopping you”

“Oh hell yeah they are”

“Who?”

“Men themselves”

“What about a girlfriend?”

“… I’ll think about that”

Ari writes a whole list of things he want to do with (and to ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), ok no, ignore that) Dante. He would love if Dante could draw those scenes, so he just subtlety slips that list into conversations.

[Quotes form Ari’s cards for Dante]

“I just had a dream where we where just sitting in the park where I first saw my dog and we were holding hands and Legs (is that her name in English?, in Spanish is Patas) with us too”

“I hate him, i wish you were my roommate, what a beautiful PICTURE that would be, don’t you think? Us, just lying on our beds and looking at each other in the eyes until we fall asleep”

“Yes Dante, i received your letter, all of them. Why don’t you DRAW more your attention on MY letters? Like that one where i told you how much i would like being with you naked under the rain, but instead of rain there are stars”

[When Dante finally has enough]

“OK ARI, I GET IT, YOU WANT ME TO DRAW MORE THINGS ABOUT US, BUT THAT TAKES TIME OK? I have millions of ideas too, so relax and tell how your week ACTUALLY went, im certainly worried about that one roommate you’ve got that seems like is driving you crazy, I don’t want you to get in a fight again, its only the first trimester […]”

#Aristotleanddante #aristoteles y dante descubren los secretos del universo #aristotle and dante dive into the waters of the world #aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe #aristotle and dante spoilers

[hello-im-not-a-possum]

13. Trust

It’s not fun to be put into a situation where the only person you can count on is the person who wants to kill you, nor is it fun to have to be put in a situation where you have to trust the person that you really want to kill, but Henry and Malice don’t really get a choice in the matter. (Set in an AU Where Allison and Tom capture both Henry and Malice alive.)

When Malice came charging at Henry, she was stopped by being tackled into unconsciousness by an almost identical angel.

His assumed savior hoisted her body up with ease, while the Boris with the mechanical arm had glared at both of them.

Henry tried to explain the situation to the newcomers, but the angry looking wolf simply ignored him as he walked up to the man and whacked him out with the pipe.

Both the angel and the Animator woke up in a cramped, tiny, makeshift prison while one of their kidnappers was singing and painting on the wall.

It was very tense and awkward when that happened.

Malice was clearly pissed off about sharing her cell with Henry (the man had similar opinions on the arrangement as he was rightfully upset about what she did to his Buddy Boris), but the animator could tell that she also seemed scared, outright terrified, of their captor.

While he wasn’t her biggest cheerleader, he did see some flickers of Susie still in there, there were still glimpses of a woman who poured her heart and soul into her role, and loved every minute of it until her betrayal broke her. Seeing the fallen angel so scared, and dare he say, helpless in this instance, reminded him of that tape in the Angel side room.

“Everything feels like it’s coming apart…”

His own heart broke when he first heard that tape, while he had never seen Susie get her role as Alice, he did see her voice some of those talking chairs, dancing chickens, and other minor roles. She always seemed to have fun with them and if Sammy didn’t pick her for Alice first, then he would’ve asked her himself.

The animator reached out, then hesitated, wondering if it was better to try to comfort her or to give her space.

The one who broke the silence between the three was the free angel who noticed that Henry was up when he moved.

“I know her, but who are you? Why are you here?”

“I was invited by an old friend, and now I can’t leave.”

Malice rolled her eye and muttered something under her breath.

“Then you know more than we do. One minute we don’t even exist… just… thoughts. And the next minute, this place.”

“Henry.” Malice whispered in his ear as she grabbed his hand. “I know I’m the last person you’d listen to, but don’t fall for her act! I know her, and I know she’s no better than Joey...”

Henry nodded in acknowledgement and turned back to the captor angel.

 “Are you gonna let us out of here?”

“She’s dangerous and down here, strangers aren’t good things. How can we trust you?”

“If we’re so dangerous, then why lock us up instead of killing us when you had the chance to?” Malice spoke through gritted teeth. “Why bother with the cage at all?”

The other angel stayed silent as she did not have an answer, leaving the other two in silence as well.

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It’s only for a few hours. No need to worry, I won’t go far… Only up to level six. Just stay here. Keep an eye on them, okay? I’ll be back as soon as I can. I promise.”

The Boris menacingly slapped the axe against his palm while watching over the pair, Malice refused to look him in the eye as he did so.

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“You’re drawing him again?” His cellmate asked curiously.

“Yeah, it’s just… I miss him. He was one of the only good things about this studio.”

While he was focused on his work, he did notice the twinge of guilt cross her features before her face fell into thought.

“...If it makes you feel any better, he’s not truly gone. The ink probably spat him back out a while ago and he’s probably wandering the studio looking for you.”

Henry raised an eyebrow.

“What makes you think that?”

“He disintegrated when you defeated him. Have you ever noticed that when you die, you come up somewhere else and you don’t find a corpse of yourself laying around the spot you were killed?”

“Come to think of it… I have noticed that.”

“When the Ink’s done with people, it leaves their bodies alone. When it’s not done with them, then if they die, it disintegrates their bodies and spits them out of the puddles somewhere else.”

“I have a feeling you know this from a lot of experience…”

“How very observant of you.” She deadpanned.

“Thanks, it’s a strong suit of mine.” He also deadpanned.

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“Henry? Susie?”

Malice shot the ‘clueless’ angel a glare as she set two bowls of bacon soup on the edge.

“Here, you two must be hungry.” She sheepishly looked down at the bowls. “Sorry, it’s all we have.”

The free angel turned and walked away while the Boris put his arms around the bowls, turned to glare at them, knocked the bowls onto the floor, and made a threatening gesture before leaving himself.

“They never planned on giving us the soup anyway.” Malice whispered to Henry. “It’s just their ‘good cop bad cop’ routine; “miss goody-two shoes” is the good cop who generously gives us dangerous monsters some of her and her guard dog’s limited portions of endless soup, while the “Mean wolf” is the bad cop who knocks over the soup and threatens us, out of her sight, but not out of her earshot.”

“Huh, ...Did they lock you up before?”

“No, I just know what they’re like; the happy little Bonnie and Clyde couple…”

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“I know you’re watching me, it’s just... a little creepy.”

“It’s not like we have anything else to do.” Malice muttered under her breath.

The animator would’ve stayed silent, but as he watched his vocal captor write on the walls, he noticed how similar her own handwriting was to the messages on the other walls.

“You’re the one who writes on the walls!”

“Everyone does that.”

“-We all do.” The captor angel interjected as if she did not hear her prisoner. “For some poor souls down here, it’s the only way they can be heard. But you don’t want to touch the ink for too long! It can claim you… ...pull you back. That’s how I met Tom. I was messing with things I shouldn’t have been and he... ...he was there.”

“Why do you call him ‘Tom’?”

“He just seems to respond to it.”

“Well I don’t think he’s very fond of either of us.”

“Let me show you something...” She approached the cage. “A while back, I was mapping out one of the upper levels… ...when I noticed something reflecting off a piece of glass. I held up the glass, looked through, and on the wall behind me was a hidden message! Right there! In plain sight! So I kept looking, and found more and more messages everywhere in the studio! But you can’t see them with your eyes. Only through this! Take a look!”

Malice scoffed dismissively as the freed angel handed Henry the seeing eye tool.

‘SHE WILL LEAVE YOU FOR DEAD.’

“I don’t know who’s leaving them, but I think they know how to get out of here.”

“Where does it all lead to?”

“Nowhere.” she sighed. “I followed them for a long time... just leads me in circles. I don’t think I’m meant to leave this place Henry, but maybe… you are.” 

“And yet, you keep him locked up like a little bird…” Malice muttered.

“Alice, please let us out of here.”

“...Tom thinks you’re both dangerous.”

“Of course.”

“And what do you think?”

“I… I think… ...you’re the hope I’ve been waiting for. Go to sleep, maybe tomorrow will be better.”

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“I Hope you’re not taking everything she says at face value.”

“She seems harmless enough...”

“That’s what she’s trying to do- Look, I know you don’t trust me, and I can’t say I blame you for that. I don’t expect you, or WANT you to trust me. But Listen to me when I say this: I ended up as what you see me as BECAUSE I trusted her. Don’t make the same mistake I did, Henry, if you really want to get involved with her and make it out unscathed, then keep your guard up.”

Henry gestured for Malice to come closer and held the seeing glass up to show her the ‘SHE WILL LEAVE YOU FOR DEAD’ message.

“...Did you write this?”

“Yes Henry.” She sarcastically droned. “While I was working to achieve my perfection and setting up Bendy land’s obstacles, I went down to the secret lair of my worst enemy aside from the Ink Demon, both risking my life in the process and putting my goals into jeopardy, and wrote that message in invisible ink, just on the off chance that if she’d capture both of us alive instead of killing me.”

“I see.”

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“That was really stupid Tom! You shouldn’t have gone out there! Now that he’s seen you... it’s only a matter of time…” She grunted through adjusting his arm. “before he finds us here.”

She then waved at her captives, something that Tom noticed and began threateningly slapping the axe against his hand again.

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“We can’t just leave them! Not with the Ink Demon right outside the door!”

“What’s going on?”

“He’s coming. We have to move on.” A loud rumble echoed above them as Malice curled up in a corner praying for her safety. “Tom! We have to let them out!”

She pulled on the boards, Tom shook his head.

“...I’m Sorry.”

“No you’re NOT! DON’T LIE TO ME!” Malice Snapped. “YOU HAVE A SWORD! HE HAS AN AXE! IF YOU REALLY CARE ABOUT EITHER OF US EVEN THE TINIEST BIT, YOU’D CUT THE SHIT AND CUT DOWN THE BOARDS!”

Alice hesitated, but ran anyway, with Tom close behind her. Leaving them to their doom.

Malice fell to the ground and started to cry, she was shaking violently and saying things that Henry couldn’t make out because she was bawling so hard, but he could definitely make out the words ‘Ink Demon’ and ‘We’re going to die’ here and there.

“Alice?” He put his hand on her shoulder reassuringly. “Alice, we’re not going to die here.”

“How…” She sniffled. “How do you know that?”

“Well, I think you’re going to have to trust me on this, but...” He held up the seeing eye tool, showing her the messages in their cell itself. “I think whoever’s leaving these is trying to help.”

#Bendy and the Ink Machine #Henry Stein #susie campbell #Malice Angel #allison pendle #Thomas Conner #fanfic #ink demonth

[itadoryryoken]

pyramid head x soft reader

Some would describe it as an infinite ocean of flames and lava, where it’s eternally melting-hot, and a bunch of hooved, horned, tailed red demons torture you with acid, with their red pitch forks, or boil you alive in their cauldron for soup. Or maybe you just get tortured by Stalin, who knows?

But never would have anyone thought that ‘Hell’ could look so…Normal. Well, normal in a very demolished, desolate, ravished way, but still…Normal, by human standards. Albeit, the never-ending loop of madness, anguish, agony and desperation of getting killed in different gruesome ways or fleeing for their lives and feeling a myriad of emotions pumping adrenaline through their veins so badly that their anxiety-meter skyrocketed to abnormal levels.

All this darkness, this hatred, this…Everything…It changed all the survivors. They became selfish, stubborn, rude, some even went as far as to sacrifice their fellow survivors in trials, just so they could survive. It was a complete mayhem that defied all kinds of reason, normality, morality or even ethics. Everyone became devoid of any laws that used to bind them to their humane sides, and now, you weren’t sure if the killers were saner than the survivors or not.

But even in this abyss where you couldn’t even see your hand in front of your very eyes, there was a little star - A beautiful angel radiating brightness and warmth, someone who was somehow able to guide everyone’s straying souls with her benevolence.

In reality, she was merely a survivor, not the little lantern from an angler fish’s head, but she treated everyone with such an untainted kindness…It was beautiful, and yet, unrequited for most parts. Everyone was still putting their own lives above all - And who could condemn them? - Perhaps their cowardice, for the girl preferred to save her fellow survivors as much as possible, even if that oftentimes assured her place on the hook, to be a sacrificial lamb for the Entity.

On the other hand, she rarely ended up on the hook - Most killers prefer to kill her themselves, instead of letting her become pray for the horrible Entity who tortured so many of them for refusing to cooperate - The Trapper, Evan MacMillan - He knew the best, with those hooks digging into his flesh, impossible to extract. He was the first to protect this girl. It wasn’t much, but if he had to, he’d rather give her a swift, painless death, than seeing her without that serene, angelic smile on her face, as the Entity feeds on the last bits of her soul’s beauty, the last parts of her humanity.

The other Killers were confused at the Trapper’s actions, but little by little, they began to understand why this girl was so precious and special - And this domino effect hit Rin Yamaoka next, with Y/N stopping in the middle of a chase and taking off her jacket, just as Rin was about to butcher her with her katana, and she smiled, extending it to her. 'You must be cold’ she said, realising that the Spirit was merely wearing a few bandages, not even her school uniform, or her kimono.

The ghost girl was shaken up by this, and told the others at the killer camp, but they just shrugged it off - Rin was a little girl who faced close to no kindness, they weren’t surprised she was so taken aback by such a feat. That is, until Adiris, in a particularly terrible day, when everyone at the camp was staying away from her, as her profane censer wasn’t able to cover the stench of rotting flesh - Y/N came over, taking out a small yet elegant glass bottle with pink liquid on it, spraying some on her - And now, The Plague smelled of roses and vanilla - 'You can come to me for perfume whenever you want, I always carry some with me!’ she grinned at the Babylonian High Priestess, before leaving back to the survivor’s camp site, leaving the ancient God symbol to stare with her mouth agape at the girl.

These words began to spread, and it was no surprise when the killers saw Susie clinging and begging her Legion friends to spare Y/N, for she was there to hug away her worries more than once, to tell her sweet words, to play with her hair and play the guitar whatever songs she wanted to hear, to get reminded of her home - She was so home sick that she freaked out, but now she was better, thanks to Y/N - 'I know you miss home, but sometimes, home is where your best friends are, and all three of them are here!’she tried to encourage the cute pink-haired girl who could only squeal and hug her new friend.

Even Ghostface wasn’t exempt from falling to her charms, and they would often take silly selfies and mess around, making fun of the old horror movie tropes and doing lots of puns and pranks - So much that she even got his trust to be told about the Danny/Jed thing, and how he began his killer profession - 'You’re a very talented photographer, Danny! You deserved all that recognition you got, both as a journalist, and as a killer!’

And very soon, Y/N found herself in the crushing arms of an overprotective Anna, humming her mother’s lullaby together with walking through the forest, Y/N making flower crows for all the female killers at the camp site, and little by little, she somehow managed to worm her way under everyone’s skins.

Y/N was the survivor with the highest survivability percentage, and maybe the Entity sometimes got pissed off, but at least she still got killed sometimes, so who cares? Well, that was soon to change as soon as a new Killer was added to this sick game - Pyramid Head, the terror of Silent Hill, as Cheryl, the new Survivor, called him - or The Executioner, as he was known now. He was ruthless, merciless, grotesque - He had his own criteria of killing, his own moral compass, ethics, conscience and understanding of the concept of life and death. Nothing that could compare to the visions of humans, clearly - Everything was gravitating around Divine Retribution and Justice, but the from the outside, he was nothing but a killing machine.

He would kill everyone and anyone that crosses his path, without fail.

Y/N felt like her fortune ended completely the second she found herself in the new, overly cramped map, with Pyramid Head as the killer - She couldn’t help but run around like a spazzic meerkat, trying to find and fix as many generators as possible, without having to get face to face with the walking hazard…

Only to run past a stuck Pyramid Head.

Slowly backtracing her steps, she saw the mountain of a man with his metal pyramid stuck in the frames a low window which he tried to walk over. He was trashing like a raged bull trying to attack a matador, but it was clear he was getting nowhere with this.

“H-Hey, u-uhm…Need some help?” she asked in a soft, careful voice, almost like a meek cat trying to test the waters, but in return, he started groaning even louder from the wrath he wanted to unleash upon the whole world. “Okay, uhm…I think I saw a can of vaseline in one of the chests around. I’ll go fetch it and I’ll come back for you. Don’t move.” she said, only to then realise how horrible that sounded, considering the situation, and it only seemed to anger the killer. “…I’m sorry, ignore me, I’m an idiot.”she slapped herself pretty harshly before bolting out of there trying to find the chest.

However, Y/N cursed herself for not having perfectly memorised the whole map by heart already, since she found the vaseline can after the 3rd chest, and then, it took quite a while to find the bloody window that got the killer stuck - And by the time she got there, she was dead tired. “Okay, I’m here, I found the vaseline! Let’s try to get you out of here.” Y/N muttered as she put her feet on the low window pane to get to his level. “If it’s not too much trouble, could you please hold onto me? I can’t balance myself with both hands occupied, and I’d rather not fall.” she explained as she opened the vaseline can, only to shiver as she felt two big, strong hands getting a firm grip on her hips. It was almost…Endearing, were she not too busy trying to get the killer unstuck. She kept massaging the metal edge, trying to push and pull, also praying to whatever deity that existed in her human world that she had her tetanus shot done on time - Until finally, she was able to get hear a loud screech, like a pop, and the killer got unstuck, and in the process, he stumbled backwards, while Y/N fell down on her butt.

“Ouchie…” she muttered, rubbing her back and sides to take away the pain surging through her body. “Are you okay?” she asked, almost intuitively, without realising it at first, until she heart a low grunt that brought her back to reality. “O-Oh…! You have glass shards stuck in your side! And you’re bleeding too! Hold up, let me help.” she hurried to his side, while the killer merely stiffened, feeling her delicate, slender fingers tracing his body, while he heaved and slouched his shoulders from the repressed wrath. “It may sting a bit, and I’m really sorry, but I promise it will be better soon.” her voice was so motherly and warm, which also resonated in her actions, as she gingerly took a water bottle and imbued some tissues with it, to wipe away the blood smearing down his skin as she extracted the glass shards, and then…“This is grandma’s marigold ointment. It’s really good, and it smells nice.” she explained as she carefully smeared a thick layer of the yellow ointment on the biggest wounds, while the little ones were covered by smiley-flower patterned plasters. They were cute, and colourful, and they never failed to make her smile. “Okay, there we go, all better! I hope you’ll feel better very soon!” her voice got a tiny bit more cheerful and upbeat.

It made the Killer think about a trillion things, as he stepped in front of her, towering over her like the Empire states building next to a smiling pomeranian. What was with this girl? Why did she help a killer? And why did he feel so…Warm inside? He could sense a foreign kind of luminosity, a naivite and innocence that he only witnessed in children and animals. This woman in front of him was untainted by the darkness and evil of the world.

It didn’t matter how many hardships she’s been through, or how much sadness she had to endure - Her soul remained as pure as any snowdrop, as the first snow of winter, as the fleece of a baby lamb who let out its first 'meeeeh’ to its mamma sheep.

He couldn’t allow this human to be maimed in any way - Not by the world, not by the Entity, and certainly not by him. - Screw the Entity, Pyramind Head kills by his own rules, and now, he was blessed to be faced with a human who bore no real hatred for her peers, or for the world, despite the horrible situation she was thrown into.

He didn’t understand, obviously, especially as he remembered the myriad of abominations that lurked through Silent Hill, all of them created by the torment of humans - The very torment that distorted their own reality, which resulted in him needing to solve the purpose as The Executioner - Eradicating the world of all evil.

“Th-This sword is so heavy…H-How can you carry this around like that…?! Your muscles must be so strained and sore…Y-You really need a massage, I’m sure.” she stuttered as she tried to lift the much taller and heavier sword from the ground, only for the brute to simply bend and pick it up with extreme ease, putting the girl to shame with her complete lack of strength. “Hehe…You’re really strong. I’m embarrassed now.” she chuckled softly, scratching the back of her neck.

Before she could leave or do anything else, Pyramid Head picked her up by the throat, careful not to hurt her or restrict her air intake - I mean, how else was he supposed to carry her so he wouldn’t hurt her with his metal head or sword? - and it was pretty clear she didn’t feel any malevolence from him, as she clinged on his forearm, trying to keep herself up, only to be dumped on top of the hatch, as the killer pointed towards it, so she would leave.

“O-Oh…! Thank you so much! You’re really kind! I really appreciate this…I-I know it probably doesn’t matter much to you, since you’ll be doing this over and over again with all the survivors…But I really appreciate you for your kind gesture, and I appreciate you for being so nice with me. Thank you. Take care!” her dazzling smile lit the whole place up, but he couldn’t talk, nor could he tell her how he should be the one thanking her for showing him that, despite the hundreds and thousands of years he had to roam the 'Earth’ and execute the injust, miracles still existed.

As soon as she reached the survivor’s camp, everyone cheered for her, asking how in the world could she have escaped the wrath of the butcher. “Oh, but he wasn’t that bad. In fact, he’s much more humane than I anticipated! I think he has a beautiful, blooming heart!” okay, she’s lost it - the other survivors thought - but even so, she’s always been a bit…Out of it, so who cares?

It took quite a while for the other three survivors to reach the camp, all bloody, in fact, like the new killer, who dragged himself with the same menace to the Killers’ camp. “How the hell did you manage to survive?!” they yelled at her in utter shock, seeing that she got out of there unscratched. “Oh, you see…I found the hatch.” she shrugged simply, not wanting to give away that the person who massacred those three was a soft one and he basically threw her down the hatch to her safety.

As she took a twig to roast a marshmallows, she noticed how Pyramid Head was standing much farther away from the rest of the killers - She knew that silent killers were bound to stay away from the more obnoxious one, remembering how Michael Myers almost killed Ghostface and The Legion at least a dozen times - But this time…He seemed kinda…Lonely? So Y/N took the matters into her own hands, roasted another marshmallow in another twig, and when it was done, she went to the killer’s camp, calling out the lonely one’s name - She has no idea why, but he actually followed her, pushing her further deep into the forest, until he was sure nobody was going to hear, see or interrupt them…

“Hey. You seemed pretty lonely out there…I thought you could use a friend. Thank you again for what you did at the trial…Here, this is a marshmallow. I don’t think you’ve had many before…Cheryl told me of that horrible place you had to live in…So I hope this will make your day a bit better!” Y/N extended one of her hands towards him, so he could take the marshmallow - And a long, black tongue erupted from underneath the pyramid, snatching away the fluffy marshmallow and gulping it in one go.

What the hell was he turning into?

A towering man built of pure muscle, wrath and divine justice, with a pyramid representing the evil of humanity burdening his body, and a sword taller and heavier than the average human being constantly dragged in one of his hand…He now was a slave to a cute, innocent girl who was putting flower plasters on his minuscule wounds that would heal in a heartbeat regardless - He saved this girl who was now offering his these soft, squishy things that tasted overly sugarly, just like her upbeat and cheerful personality - If he could eat her, he was sure she would taste even sweeter than this - A sickish kind of sweet, that is.

She was indeed a beautiful angel in this tragic hell. But he didn’t wait to snatch the second marshmallow either.

“Ah…! You liked it, didn’t you? Well…Next time, I promise I’ll give you more!” she grinned at him the same way a princess would to her chivalrous knight who saved her. The since he couldn’t talk, silence took over them - It wasn’t an uncomfortable one, per se, but it made it feel as if the conversation was over. “W-Well…I’ll guess I’ll see you around! Take care and I hope to see you again soon!” she waved cutely, trying to turn around back to her camp, only to feel a rough hand on her shoulder, turning her around and urging her to stop and wait for him and he went deep into the forest, leaving her alone and undefended by the potential malevolent forces of the forest.

When he returned, however, he stepped right in front of her, creating the perfect shade as he towered over her - Then he kneeled in front of her, so he would reach her eye sight, then he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and put a beautiful pink flower - As pink as the blush that started creeping on her face - He wanted to see her luminous face better, to highlight her dazzling smile and her glimmering eyes as the warm, silver light of the mother moon caressed her face.

Y/N felt her heart picking up the pace - It was beating so much faster than ever before - But this time, it wasn’t out of fear or anything negative…It was something good. Something she never felt in her life, especially with her human acquaintances from back home. None was as chivalrous and gentle with her as this butcher of tormented souls - The bringer of justice, the merciless Executioner who was supposed to end the life of every living being that would cross his path.

It was insane how every Yin finds its Yang, even if that comes in the form of a little lamb of a small, frail girl, and a huge abomination of a brute man who knows nothing but death, bloodshed and carnage. It was truly crazy how opposites attract, and here she was, holding the killers large hands and gingerly putting them on her face, leaning into his touch - She felt safer now than ever in her life - Now, in the arms of an ancient killer.

An Angel and A Demon brought together in a perfect union.

As she leaned down, she touched the metal of the pyramid where she anticipated his forehead would be with her own forehead, and closing her eyes, she finally felt herself calming down. There was no need for words, actions spoke louder than anything, and she appreciated it…She appreciated him.

“Thank you.” she whispered to him, knowing that yes, even though nobody else would hear it anyway, it was much more intimate than anything she ever experienced.

She was hooked.

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[in3ptbean]

𝙰𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚒𝚞𝚟𝚊𝚝

‘Fortune Favors the Bold’ 

Pairing: Blighted! Frank Morrison x Legion! Reader 

Warnings: A couple of swear words, sad boi Frank

I do not own  Dead by Daylight or any of their characters. 

Masterlist  

(Not My GIF) 

Frank loomed over the doorway of his room, eyes settling on your sleeping, fatigued figure nestled into his bed. He hated to admit it, but he loved how peaceful you looked as you slept; no worries, no pain, just comfort and drowsiness. 

Drip. 

He looked down, a sudden feeling of disgust and resentment blooming in his chest as he watched the golden liquid puddle at the floor beneath him. You stirred in your sleep, eyes fluttering open as you turned to your side. 

A sense of panic filled your chest, lips nearly parting in a scream at the sudden sight your missing lover nearly falling onto the floor in a heap. You sat up, hands ripping off the blankets before sliding across to his side. Frank backed up slightly, not sure if he wanted to touch you with his current state. 

“Franky,” You murmured, tears welling in your eyes as you reached towards his mask. “What did he do to  you?” You took his  masked face in your hands, ignoring the golden ichor dripping off his mask, feeling the tremors that shook through his body before he leaned into your touch. 

Sobs wracked through his body, arms finding their way to wrap around your waist. You slowly moved your hand to pull of his mask, only for him to turn his head away, shaking it slightly. Frank didn’t want you to see how badly he had been fucked up. 

You pressed your forehead against his shoulder, listening to his ragged breaths. Your eyes, now red and puffy from crying, locked with the rest of the Legion. Joey looked down, hands clenched around his knife, Susie’s hand in his left. Julie was staring at the hallway, looking at the smears of neon ichor that now decorated their walls and floor. 

Susie’s sobs were nearly silent, drowned out by Franks pained cries, soon to be muffled by the click of the door closed by Joey. 

“You’re alright Frank,” You muttered, allowing the latter to lay on his bed with you in his arms. You didn’t care about the mess, you couldn’t possibly after witnessing your boyfriend in his current state. His arms tightened around your waist, faced pressed against your stomach as he cried. 

There was so much Frank wanted to say, to help the others on the Blights list of future experiments, but he couldn't say of work without it coming out with an animalistic growl.  

The rest of the Legion sat outside the door, listening to you comfort the damaged teen in whatever way you could. First Danny and now Frank. This newcomer was nothing but a fucking shit show, Joey thought. They weren’t going to let this slide. The Blight was going to get what he deserved, one way or another. 

Once Frank had fallen into a slumber, you carefully peeled yourself away from his grasp, and stepped outside of the room. Joey immediately stood, Susie embracing you tightly before you slipped on your blood stained mask. 

There was a silent understanding amongst the group, a vow of malice and resentment towards the newest Champion of the Realm. He was going to pay for fucking with the Legion.  

You were going to make sure of it. 

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[itsmelaurel]

Begin Again

Summary: When your best friends move away for college, you think life is officially over. However, you find yourself making new friends including the blonde surfer from the other side of the island.

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three.

The first time you physically see the boys again is a whole month after they move.  It was prospect weekend at their university which meant all high school seniors who were interested in the school were invited to tour the campus and attend a football game.  For most high school seniors it was their first taste of what college would be like next year.  

For you, it was just another weekend at your parents alumni college. It was where they met and fell in love. They had been bringing you to sporting events here every year and basically assumed you would follow in their footsteps.

When you got to campus, they boys met you outside their dorm. Each took a few extra seconds to hug you with Topper actually spinning you around. It felt good to see them, to hug them. This was the longest any of you had gone without seeing each other.

You were currently sitting at the tailgate they dragged you and Sarah to. Ward and your dad had left you both there to visit the alumni tailgate, which was probably a bad idea since Kelce immediately poured you a shot as soon as they left.

All of them had promised not to leave your side, professing that they wanted to spend as much time with you as possible while you were here. That didn’t last long though as they were quickly swept up into a game of beer pong with their fraternity brothers.

Since they were preoccupied, you and Sarah had been people watching from the side of the tent. Several people who graduated from Kildare Prep also went to school here. It was the most popular college choice for Kildare's finest.

“Is it just me or does this feel like a KP reunion?” Sarah asked looking around the tent.

“Definitely feels like a reunion.” You agreed with a grimace.

It’s quiet for a moment as you watch people taking shots, shotgunning beers and quickly becoming blacked out drunk.

“I don’t think I want to go here.” Sarah rushes out quickly and you whip your head around to look at her with wide eyes.

“I- I don’t think I do either.” You stutter. It’s the first time you’ve ever admitted it out loud to anyone. It had been a small thought in the back of your mind for a few weeks now, but you kept ignoring it.

Your parents had been planning on you attending this school since you were a baby. The boys didn’t even think there was another option for you because wouldn’t you want to be where your best friends were?

It was where you always thought you would end up, but it didn’t feel right all the sudden. It didn’t feel like home.

“I haven’t told anyone- well, except John B.”

“Me either minus the part about John B.”

Both of you just stare at each other for a moment, letting the reality of your words sink in.

“Y/n! Sarah!” Kelce was shouting your names as he made his way over to you. Your eyes quickly glance back to Sarah’s, a silent understanding passing between y'all. “Come on, I called next for y'all at pong. You're up against Top and Rafe.”

After winning two games of beer pong, both you and Sarah let another team take over your spot. You were a little tipsy even after switching to water during the second game. All of the guys around the table were in awe of you and Sarah sinking almost every shot.

“That’s my girl!” Rafe shouts when you made the shot to win the first game, even though he and Topper lost because of it.

You and Sarah head towards the coolers to get more water, bending down to open the cooler when a heeled bootie slams the lid shut.

“What tha-” your eyebrows wrinkle in confusion as you look up to see three girls standing on the other side of the cooler.

“Um, can we help you?” Sarah asks as you stand up straight next to her.

“The prospect tailgate is on the other side of the quad.” The blonde in the middle says, her nasally voice like nails on a chalkboard.

“We’re here with friends.” You say, eyes scanning the area for Rafe, Topper or Kelce. Of course they are nowhere to be found.

“Oh really? Who?” The brunette on the left asks, trying to catch us in a lie.

“Topper Thornton, Rafe Cameron and Kelce-” you don’t even get to finish before all three girls are cackling. You and Sarah share an annoyed look.

“No way you're friends with them.” The other blonde on the right says.

“Actually, I’m Rafe’s sister and this is their best friend, y/n.” Sarah says. All of their smiles falter for half a second before they turn their gaze solely to me.

“They’ve never mentioned a girl best friend-”

“Maybe you don’t know them that well.” You taunt. It causes all of them to chuckle again.

“Honey, we’re with those boys literally every single day. They’ve never mentioned you.” The one in the middle brags.

“They call themselves the three amigos. I’ve never heard them utter anything about anyone else.” The brunette chirps.

“And you aren’t on their instagrams anywhere. I would totally remember if you were.” The other blonde adds, all three girls now wearing similar smirks.

A frown settles on your face. You know for a fact you are all over their instagrams. From prom pictures to spending the day on the water, you know you're on all of their pages hundreds of times. Your whole lives have pretty much been documented on their social media accounts.

Thankfully, Sarah has the complete opposite reaction of you. She laughs out loud, hand on her stomach as she leans back slightly - intentionally mocking the girls. People are starting to look at the scene near the edge of the tent.

“Can you imagine trying to intimidate two high school girls because of who they're friends with?” Sarah says loudly so everyone on this side hears. The girls' faces fall at her words.

“Because bitch, we can’t relate.” Sarah throws her hand up in the middle girl's face, a clear dismissal of their childish behavior. She grabs your hand and drags you behind her, away from the tent and the three wicked bitches from hell. She doesn’t stop until a small clearing opens up next to the brick stadium entrance and you're all alone.

Once stopped, the first thing you do is pull your phone out. Opening up Instagram you check all three of the boys Instagram pages hoping that bitch was lying. Your heart sinks when you realize she wasn’t.

There isn’t a trace of you on any of their pages. Tears well up in your eyes and you clench your eyes shut to prevent them from falling.

“Don’t cry, you are way too pretty to cry over those assholes.” Sarah says gently, pulling you into a hug.

“How could they erase every single picture of me? Like I haven’t been there for every moment of their lives.” Your voice cracks a little as you try to keep the emotion from spilling out.

“I don’t know, but I’m going to beat their asses. Then I’m going to roundhouse kick Peggy, Susie and Betty in their faces for messing up our day.” Sarah pulls back slightly to look at you, the determined look on her face makes you giggle.

“Hey! There you are. We were just headed to the boys tailgate to get you so we can head into the game.” Ward says as he and your dad walk up to you.

“Everything okay?” Your dad asks, head tilting as he notices your watery eyes.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You lie, pushing down every single emotion your feeling as the four of you make your way into the game.

When you find your seats, Sarah asks her dad to take your picture. He takes a few then she holds her phone up for some selfies.

Your phone is blowing up, so you take it out to see who it is. There’s at least ten texts in the group chat asking where you went.

Then there’s two texts from a certain blonde haired, blue eyed surfer. The first one asks if you made it and the second one is a picture of the pogues all with sad faces at your and Sarah’s absence.

You send him a picture of the field to let him know you made it, then you make Sarah take a picture just like theirs and send it with a red heart emoji. You immediately regret sending a red heart, but he sends one right back.

Sarah is staring at you as you stare at those little red hearts, her eyebrows raised as she watches you smile.

“What?”

“Just wondering if I look like that every time I text John B.” She shrugs before looking back out to the field. A blush graces your cheeks as you roll your eyes, both of you giggling which catches your dads attention.

“Hey, there’s no giggling in football.” Ward says, snapping his fingers to get both of you to stop. It only fuels your laughter on more.

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After the game, the original plan was to meet the boys back at their tailgate before getting on the road. All four of you are headed that way, talking about the big win when you look up towards the tailgate. Through the crowd of people, you can see those three girls from earlier talking to Kelce, Topper and Rafe. The site makes you falter your steps until you are completely stopped.

As much as you want to go over there and prove that your friends with the boys, you can’t and it’s not because of those girls. You can’t face the boys right now. All of the emotions you pushed down earlier start to bubble up and you refuse to let them see you cry.

“Um, actually, can we go get the truck?” You ask nervously, eyes trained only on your dad as he stops a few steps ahead of you. He squints his eyes at you, confused at your behavior.

“We need to say bye to Rafe.” Ward comments as he looks back to the tent. Sarah also looks towards the tent, noticing the scene before looking back at you and your glossy eyes.

“We'll go say bye to the boys, y’all go get the truck and pick us up on the corner. It will probably save us all some time.” Sarah makes a plan before y’all go your separate ways.

It’s quiet as you and your dad walk side by side towards his truck, the only noise between the two of you is a faint sniffle as you try to keep yourself from crying.

“So, you want to tell me what’s wrong?” He asks softly. He stops walking, turning his whole body to look at you. His face is full of concern and you can’t hold it in anymore.

You tell him about those bitches at the tailgate, the fact your best friends practically erased every memory y’all had together and then you accidently let it slip that you don’t want to go to school here anymore. He pulls you into a hug, repeatedly telling you that it’s all going to be okay as he rocks you back and forth.

Both of you stay like that for a few minutes until your crying slowly fades into a few tears and hiccups. He sweetly dabs the tear stains with the sleeve of his shirt.

“I promise it’s all going to be okay, sweetpea.” He whispers reassuringly before he pulls you into his side and continues on to the vehicle. His words are comforting, but it does help the ache you feel in your chest.

When you pick up Ward and Sarah, she is practically glowing when she climbs in the back seat with you.

“You should have seen those bitches-” she begins but Ward shoots her a look at her word choice. She rolls her eyes but continues on “they looked like they were going to throw up when we walked up. When the boys kept asking where you were, their faces paled.” She laughs and even Ward chuckles from the front seat.

“Did they say anything?”

“Oh yeah, they said they were just joking around with us. So I told the boys everything they said. I honestly thought Rafe was going to punch their little blonde leader. When the girls left, Topper said they’ve only seen those girls twice at swap parties.”

“You should have seen them leave, total embarrassment as this one actually laughed.” Ward says from the front seat pointing back at Sarah. That little bit of information makes you feel a little better.

“Did the boys say anything about Instagram?” You ask, unsure if you really want to know. She shakes her head no.

“They were too hyped up on shutting those girls down. I’m sure they are blowing up your phone right now though.” She points to your purse. You can feel it vibrating repeatedly from the inside.

When you pull it out, the amount of texts and calls popping up is causing your phone to go slow. You decide to put it on Do Not Disturb, not ready to talk to them yet. Plus, they’re probably still drunk. The conversation that needs to be had would be best sober.

When you get home, you quickly shower to wash the tailgate and stadium funk off. You just finish putting on pajamas when there’s a light knock on your window.

You slowly approach the window, peaking through the blinds to see who it could possibly be. The only boys who have ever snuck through your window don’t live in the banks anymore.

“JJ?” You're completely confused, but you pull the blinds up and open up the window anyways.

“Hey” he whispers as he stands on the roof landing outside your window. His eyes rake over your face before taking in your light pink silk pajamas.

“What are you doing here?”

“John B had to drop something off at Sarah’s, so I thought I would come see you.”

“Well, come in.” You whisper stepping back so he can move inside. He doesn’t, but he grabs your hand pulling you back to the window.

“I can’t stay long. He told me to meet him back at the van in a few minutes.” He explains, his thumb running across the back of your hand.

You don’t even realize your pouting at the fact he has to leave so soon until his other thumb brushes across your bottom lip before moving up your jaw. He drops that hand quickly as if he's been burned and lets out a shaky breath.

“Did you have fun today?” He asks quietly, frowning when you only shrug in response. Before he can question further, his phone beeps.

“That’s John B letting me know my times up.”

“Thanks for stopping by.” you reply softly.

“Anytime, sweets.” He says making you giggle. He backs away from the window before turning around to climb off the roof making you close the window then the blinds.

You haven’t even moved from the spot when another knock makes you jump. You reopen everything to see JJ standing there again.

“I forgot something.” He whispers as he gets closer to the window.

“Wha-” you don’t even get to finish the word when his lips land on yours and his hand comes up to cup your jaw. The kiss is soft, almost tender as your lips move against his sparking electricity between the two of you.

It only lasts for a few seconds before his phone goes off again. He reluctantly pulls away, leaving you both wanting more.

“I’ve got to go.” He says against your lips and you nod in understanding.

“Goodnight J” you whisper as he backs away for the second time.

“Sweet dreams baby” He says with a wink before climbing off the roof.

The kiss is the only thing you can think of as you slowly drift off to sleep, completely exhausted from the long day. Not mean bitches, shitty best friends or anxiety of your future.

Only JJ Maybank’s lips on yours.

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