#all those 'ah your old face' 'look same face' 'i got this face back' comments. no mention of someone the face traveled with.

[youremyonlyhope]

Hey. RTD2. If you're playing some sort of long game with this whole not even mentioning the existence of Martha Jones thing as a way to throw us off the scent of a possible appearance from her later in season "1" or "2" of this era...

Nah. I can't even begin to let myself hope it will happen.

#dw spoilers #doctor who spoilers #doctor who #martha jones #i was gonna say he's on thin ice but nah boy is underwater with me #i'll still be tuning in. for Ncuti Gatwa. i've currently lost the bit of hope i had in RTD2's era though. #because so much of what i predicted would happen in the handling of Fifteen came true. and then top it off with Martha. #but i let some hope grow during Wild Blue Yonder. because i was enjoying it. a lot. #but we've really gotten off on the wrong foot. making Fifteen really have to share being the Doctor. #and Fourteen's face as Ten traveled with 3 companions. 4 if you count Sarah Jane. 5 if you count River. #and you mention all of them. besides Martha. #not even a joke of 'hey well Martha got out.' to the Toymaster in retaliation for all the dead companions #the Fam and Dan were left out too. but they all survived relatively unscathed. and none of them traveled with Ten. #you have Tennant's face. you mention all of Ten's other companions. you leave out. Martha Jones. #will he gain it back? hopefully. but dude. you do a 6oth anniversary special. you bring back Tennant for the THIRD time. #you leave out Martha Jones. almost purposefully. not even Mel or Kate saying 'lots of companions worked for us. like Martha.' #SIMPLE. JUST NAME DROP HER. SOMEWHERE. ANYWHERE. AT ANYTIME. JUST ACKNOWLEDGE SHE EXISTED. #all those 'ah your old face' 'look same face' 'i got this face back' comments. no mention of someone the face traveled with. #i'm upset

[kitixie]

Little Girl Gone

Little Girl Gone / T.S. (pt. 1)

part two: here

Synopsis: Having been several years since you’d last seen your favorite gangster family, you return to Small Heath a changed woman with a stronger attitude than you had when you left. 

information: this will be a multi part story! idk how many parts exactly, but there will be more!

warnings: none for this chapter!

please leave all comments and reccommendations below! thank you for reading!

“Aye, what does a woman have to do to get a whiskey around here?”, you shouted, rapping your hand on the bar counter. 

You were seated at The Garrison, it was your first stop back in town. You had lived in Small Heath most of your early life, but five years ago you were forced to leave due to your fathers death and your mothers general distrust (and dislike) of the Shelby family. Your mother had kicked you out a few days ago, claiming that you were old enough to be married now, and that she wouldn’t stand for you staying in her house if you weren’t going to look for a husband. 

“Calm down Lady, I’ll- Holy Shit! Y/N, what are you doin’ back!”, a man's voice rang out, making you and the rest of the bar look in his direction. 

Arthur Shelby had always been one of your favorite Shelby siblings, and for good reason. He was loud, funny, and typically a gentleman if you caught him on the right day. You leaned over the bar and wrapped your arms around his neck, nearly bruising him in the process. You had hoped your whole journey here that he would be the first Shelby you saw, and luck had worked out for you this time. 

“Arth, I am sure glad to see you! It’s been a long time, aye?”, you spoke, removing your arms from him and sitting back on your barstool. 

“Hell, it’s been about, what, five years? You don’t show your face around these parts for five fuckin’ years and then you just come back?”, he said, staring you in the face, with a somewhat more serious look in his eye than you had expected. 

‘Yeah, had some family troubles, but I’m back for good now,” you swallowed, “how's all the Shelby’s doin’?” 

“Eh, the usual. Tommys about to run himself ragged, Pol acts like she owns us all, I’m workin’ here now, I actually own the place!” he said, spilling out most of that information in one breath. 

You took a quick survey of the bar, noticing how the decor and table setup had changed since you’d seen it last. The floor was still the same sticky, slimy feeling though. 

“Glad to see you doing well, Arth. Now, please get me a whiskey an i’ll be outta your way!” you spoke, glad to have reunited with Arthur, but not glad to have been out in public this long. 

“Ah, ah. If you think I’m letting you get out of here without seein’ Tom, you’re messed in the head!” He joked, but as you watched him move towards the window to the private room, you realized he wasn’t joking. 

You had not come prepared to see Thomas. He was the only one who never got a goodbye, even though the rest of them didn’t know they were goodbyes at the time. When you were being forced to leave, you managed to sneak over to Watery Lane and have one last conversation with all the Shelbys before you left, and you never told them you were leaving that night. Thomas had been on business, but got home a few minutes after you left. You had regretted not speaking to him then, but now that regret had turned into a fear after hearing about the man he had become while you were away. You had heard things about Thomas Shelby, and they were not things any girl would like to hear about her long-time crush.

‘Oy, that Tommy Shelby is a real whore’

‘I heard he gets around Small Heath like its a full time job’

‘He pays them ya know? Every girl he fucks gets paid, even if theyre not workin’ for it!’

Those were all just some of the things you had heard, and those weren’t even the things you had heard that were related to his newfound habit of murdering those who crossed him. You’ve had your eyes on Tommy Shelby ever since you were 16. Now aged 21, it had been a long enough time that you realized what kind of person you needed to settle with, and logically, he wasn’t it. 

While this entire catalog of thoughts was running through your head, your eyes watched as Arthur got closer and closer to that window. You knew you weren’t ready to see him yet, if you ever would be. So acting on those primal prey instincts, you ran. You hopped off the barstool, and started pushing your way through the crowd of bar patrons, finally having the door insight. You wrapped your hand around the handle, and pulled it open. Stepping into the cool air of the night, you took a deep breath and closed your eyes as you closed the bar door behind you. Just as you were stepping away from the door to begin your walk to the apartment you were renting, you bumped into something, or rather, someone. 

“Thought I’d let you run from me a second time, aye?”

Fuck. 

Fuck. 

“I-I-”, you stammered, not having any idea what to say, now that you were staring at the face of one Thomas Shelby. 

“It’s okay, I’d be nervous too if I ran into someone I left in the dust five years ago.”, he laughed, letting a puff of cigarette smoke roll out of his mouth. 

“Tommy, how did you even know I was out here? I watched Arthur and left before he even opened the window, I don’t underst-”

“Shh. I have my ways, ya know I have my ways.” he spoke, that cool, gravelly voice still hadn’t changed, even after all this time. 

You finally looked up at him, releasing the death stare you had on his chest. He was more handsome now, if that was even possible. His dark hair styled perfectly, like he had touched it up before meeting you outside. His hat was missing, which was a rare occurrence, but you were enjoying the unobstructed view of his face. He was lean, only muscle was visible through his white shirt, and his pants hugged his legs perfectly. He was beautiful, especially in the face. You could see more defined freckles in the glow of the street lamp, along with more defined lines carved into his forehead. You continued to study his face, while his studied yours. You had definitely matured in your time away, but not only on your face. Your lips had gotten fuller, cheek bones more pronounced, and hair longer; but you had also grown tits and an ass. You knew you had assets, and fully planned on using them to your advantage, just not on Tommy Shelby. 

“My God, Y/N, I’d say you grew up…”, he trailed off, eyes looking all over your face and body. 

“Yeah, that tends to happen to people as they age, Tom.” you laughed, feeling suddenly insecure as you stood under his microscope. 

“What are ya doin’ back in town? I imagined you ran off and got married or somethin’,” he spoke, “But, I don’t see a ring on that finger so either that can’t be right or you married a poor bastard.” 

“Not married Tom, never was. It’s part of the reason I’m back in town, but-” 

“What are ya doin’ tomorrow evening?”, he cut off, not even letting you finish explaining how you didn’t want to talk about it right now. 

“Nothing I know about, why?”, you asked, having no idea what was about to come out of that pretty mouth of his. 

“Join me for dinner, yeah? I’d love to sit down and have a chat with ya, but I got to go handle some business right now.”, he spoke, suddenly sounding strained. 

“Uh, I guess I’ll get dinner with ya, where at?” 

“My place, I’ll come pick you up tomorrow at 6, Goodnight, Y/N.” Tom spoke, brushing shoulders with you lightly as he passed by, heading back into The Garrison.

#tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby #peaky blinders #tommy shelby x you #tommy shelby fic #thomas shelby x y/n #thomas shelby fic

[samandcolbyownme]

This one shot is going to have reader being choked with a chain necklace, PLEASE DONT READ IF YOURE UNCOMFORTABLE!

Also, if you haven't read part 1, I suggest doing so before reading this part! 

Summary: request in the comments of part one - "omg maybe you can continue?? pleasee than jake finds out. or maybe that johnnie goes live again and y/n walks by and the chat sees her neck and asks in to it?" 

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, CHOKING with a metal chain, hair pulling, biting, scratching, oral (m rec), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, general filth 

Word count: 2.8K | not edited 

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Your fingers grazed over the slightly faded bruises from a few days ago. You're actually surprised they haven't gone away yet, same as Johnnie. 

"Whatcha doing?" Johnnie asks and you jump slightly, "God damn, I need to put a bell on you." 

He laughs, smiling as he walks up behind you, "Still haven't gone away, huh?" 

He reaches up to move your hair, looking at the yellowish brown color of the bruising, "Taking its good old time I guess." 

You laugh, spinning around to face him, "I guess so." You hook your finger over the same chain that was used to wrap around your neck, "What are your plans today?" 

You look up at him, and he smirks, "I talked Jake into doing a stream with me." 

You raise your brows, nodding, "Ah, sounds fun." 

"Yeah, I don't know what we're doing. Jake said he's bringing something over, so I'm kind of scared." 

You laugh, "Yeah, you never know what the man has planned." You slide your hands up his chest, "So I was thinking.." 

"Oh, I like when you think." Johnnie laughs softly and you twirl the chain around your finger, "maybe when you're done streaming.." you bite your lip and look up at him.

He tilts his head, "Mm, I see. You don't want those bruises to go away, do you?" 

You shrug, "I think of it.." you lean in closer to him, "As a semi-permanent necklace from the one I love dearly." 

He clears his throat, "Fuck, okay. I mean.." he sighs, "That's hot. I can't lie." 

You smirk, sighing slightly as you hear the front door open, "He has the worst possible timing on this planet." 

"Yo, john john." Jake yells, his footsteps growing closer as he walks back the hall, "Where the fak are ya!?" 

"I'm not here." Johnnie yells back and you try not to laugh too loudly. Jake walks back, stopping when he sees you and Johnnie. 

"Um, I'm just gonna.." he points with his thumb behind him and slowly takes a few steps back. 

"We're not doi-" 

Jake cuts you off, "Yeah, uh huh. Alright." 

You laugh, "You better go." Johnnie kisses your forehead, "Don't go too far." He smirks, giving you a wink before turning and running into the door frame. 

"Oh." You cover your mouth and he sighs, "You make me nervous. This is your fault." He points back to you before stepping over and walking out.

You shake your head laughing, flipping off the light switch as you walk out to the living room. 

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

A little bit later, you hear Johnnie call for you from the room, "Hey babe." 

"Yeah?" You yell back. 

"Come here. There's donuts." 

You get up, walking back the hall, peaking your head around the opening, "Donuts you say?" 

"Yeah, come get some before ass face eats them all." Johnnie laughs and you tilt your head, "Johnnie, that wasn't nice." You smile walking in and Jake points to Johnnie like a child, "Ah ha. You got yelled at." 

"I'll yell at you next if you want me to." You say walking around to stand behind them. 

Jake shakes his head, mouth full of donut muffling his words, "No ma'am." He holds his hands up, "I'm good." 

You laugh, reaching between them to grab a donut from the box. 

You hear Jake whispering and donut pieces fly from his mouth, landing on Johnnie as he yells, "Johnnie! What did you do to y/n?" 

"Dude! Your donuts chunks are spewing all over me." Johnnie wipes himself off, looking up to read the chat quickly before looking at Jake, "What are you ta-" 

His eyes go wide, along with yours, and he starts to laugh nervously, "Oh, um.. that." 

Jake tosses his donut down, standing up a he wipes his icing covered fingers on his shirt, "What the fuck. Was this consensual?!"

"Oh my god." You turn away, "Can you not make it a big deal, Jake." 

Johnnie sits there, a nervous smirk on his face, "guys. I think.. I can try and explain this.." 

"No, guys. I don't think he tried to murder her." Jake answers the chat, "Johnnie is a menace." He laugh, "Yeah, a menace to society." 

You turn back around, "I'm just gonna, step over to the side." You laugh and walk out of camera view. 

"It was not, and I repeat not attempted murder." Johnnie lifts his hands, "That's my commentary. Moving on." 

"Was it from the chain around your neck?" Jake looks over at Johnnie, trying to hold back his laughter, "That's a great question." 

"I said moving on." Johnnie yells while laughing, "Jesus Christ." 

Your hand moves up to lay over your neck, taking in what just happened. 

"How many people are here?" Jake leans in, squinting, "Forty thousand people now know that you're an attempted murderer." 

"Jake, no. No. Let's not spread that around." Johnnie rests his elbow on the table, laying his head in his hand, "for fucks sake." 

"Nah, if Johnnie was a murder, he'd come-" Jake laughs, "For me first. Let's be honest." 

You roll your eyes, "I genuinely cannot.." you sigh, shaking your head, "Fuck me." 

"I'm sure if you gave Johnnie the chance he would." Jake looks at you and you nod, "How do you think the marks got here in the first place?" 

Jake's mouth drops as he slowly turns to Johnnie, "You fucking freak." 

Johnnie smiles at you, shaking his head as he leans down to pretend to bash it off the table, "You know if you weren't here-"

"Your life would be boring. I know." Jake smirks, pulling his shoulders up, "You're welcome." 

"I was going to say better, but whatever helps you sleep at night." Johnnie rolls his eyes. He leans in, groaning as he reads the chat, "Figure it out yourselves."

He laughs, "Y/n. How did that happen?" 

You shrug, "I'm not really sure, I woke up one morning and they were there." 

"Oh god, don't." Johnnie laughs, "I promise it wasn't me." 

Jake starts laughing hard, "They.. oh my god, they wanna know if it was Timmy." 

You start laughing, "Jesus Christ. No." You shake your head, yelling, "I'm leaving." 

You walk back out to the living room, getting onto Johnnie's stream on your phone, mainly to read the comments. 

User1: NAH it was definitely the chain around Johnnie's neck you can't tell me ANYTHING different  User2: JOHNNIE WTF  User3: wait. I think y/n joined the stream  User4: JOHNNIE YOUR GF IS SO HOT 

"Y/n. You're in the living room. Get out." Johnnie waves his hand, "Oh the chat I mean. Get out of my stream." 

You smirk as you type, Ouch. That was rude.

"Thank you. I know my girlfriend is hot." Johnnie shrugs, "Why she wants to be with me? I have no idea, but I'm grateful for it." 

User5: JOHNNIE be nice to y/n  Used6: oh my god I love these people  User7: so y/n, tell us about the bruises  User8: PLEASE BEGGING ON MY KNEES  User9: WAS IT THE CHAIN IT WAS THE CHAIN WASNT IT 

You laugh, I have no comment on that matter lol. 

"Y/n!" Johnnie yells, getting up to leave the room. He walks out the hall and stands there staring at you, "Babe!" 

"What?" You ask innocently, "I'm just.. watching this cute guys stream, well.." you show him your phone, "the cute guy left us with his weird friend.. Jake, I think his name is?" 

"Ha ha, very funny." He walks over, leaning down. Your eyes look at the chain that's swinging from his neck and you look back up at him, "Don't tease me like that." 

He smiles, "I'm not doing anything." He stands up, turning to walk away and you watch as he disappears back the hallway, reappearing on your phone screen, "Sorry. I had to um, yeah." 

Jake is sitting there eating another donut, "uh huh. So anyway.." 

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

It's around ten when Jake and Johnnie finally end the stream. 

You're sitting in bed, scrolling on your phone when you see a notification pop up. You tap it, laughing when you see a picture of Johnnie with the words above it, 'I just know this guy is a freak in the sheets.'

"Johnnie, baby!" You call out and Johnnie walks into the bedroom, "What?" He closes the door and walks over to you. 

You turn your phone around and he sighs, hanging his head down, "Oh fuck. Here comes the memes." 

You reach over to set your phone on the stand, leaning back over to look up at him, "I mean.. I can definitely confirm that this meme is true." 

"Oh yeah?" He tilts his head and you twirl the metal around your finger as you nod, "Mhm." 

He brushes hair from your face, "I can confirm the same about you, you know that right?" You shrug, "If you want, or you can just experience for yourself." 

You bite your lip as you smile and he nods, "Mm, now that's tough choice." 

You tug on the chain slightly, "Metal chain part two sounds good right now doesn't it." 

He nods, "One hundred percent." He smirks as he dips his head down to attach his lips to yours.

You kick the blankets off, revealing your, already bare, legs. 

Johnnie slides a hand down, slipping it between your thighs, "Soaked." He mumbles against your lips, slipping his fingers in past the thin lining of your panties. 

"Tell me when you want it." He whispers, lips brushing against yours. 

You let out a small moan, gasping as he pushes his fingers in deeper, "Fuck, now." 

He lifts the chain off over his head, letting it fall over yours, "All yours, my love." Johnnie smirks as he wraps the metal chain around his hand. 

He slowly tightens it as he works his fingers in and out of your soaked cunt. 

Your eyes flutter closed as the metal tightens against your skin, slowly causing your whimpers and moans to become quieter and quieter. 

He keeps the chain tight against your neck as his fingers work in and out of you at a pace that's sure to get you where he wants you.

"You gonna cum for me?" He asks in a low tone. 

You nod, squeezing his fingers. 

Your eyes flutter shut as you feel so close to that knot in your stomach snapping - until he stops, slipping his fingers from you. 

"J-Johnnie." You whimper, frustrated that he stoped right when you were about to cum. 

He releases the chain and lets it drop onto your chest, "Knees baby." 

You sit up, sliding down off of the bed and resting on your knees. He moves to sit on the edge of the bed, standing up to undo the belt on his jeans. 

You slip your shirt off over your body, leaving you in nothing but your panties and the chain hanging down between your boobs. 

You reach up, pulling down his pants, eager to have him inside of you, way one or the other. 

Johnnie unbuttons his black button up, letting it lay open as he watches you move in between his knees. He lifts his hips to slip down his boxers, biting down gently into his lip ring when one of your hands wraps around the base of his cock. 

His head tilts back slightly, eyes still on you as you slowly stroke him. 

You lick your lips, looking up at him as you watch him completely melt into your touch. 

"Fuck, baby." Johnnie breathes out, reaching down to hook his finger over the chain. He pulls it up, using it to pull you closed to his cock, "Don't tease me, sweetheart." 

You open your mouth, taking the top of his cock into your mouth, causing a groan to escape his lips. The chain slowly tightens as he gradually moves his hand down it getting it closer to your neck.

He twists it, sliding his hand back to loop it around his hand as you bob your head up and down. 

His hips buck as he gasps, "Fuck." 

You push your head down as far as it can go, holding it there until he tugs on the chain, "So fucking good." 

You smirk up at him, dipping your head back down to take the head of his cock back between your lips.

He lays his other hand on your head, gently rubbing his thumb over your hair as you work your way back down onto him, "S-shit, that's it baby." 

You squeeze your eyes shut, bobbing your head a few more times before he pulls the chain, getting you to pop off. 

You lean back, smirking up at him with watery eyes as a string of saliva keeps you connected to him. 

He lets go of the chain, biting onto his lip ring as he swipes the corner of your mouth with his thumb, "Ride me." 

You scramble to your feet, chain still in Johnnie's hand like a leash as you push your panties down and flick them away with your foot. 

Johnnie moves backwards on the bed, pulling you along with him. 

You crawl up his body, straddling his waist. He pulls you down, connecting his lips with yours. You reach down between your bodies, taking his cock into your hand as you lift up. 

You keep your lips on his, moaning into his mouth as you sink down onto him. 

A groan leaves his lips and the chain tightens around your neck, "Fucking shit." Johnnie breathes out, "You feel so fucking good." 

You whimper quietly as you move your hips up and down. 

Rocking forward and back, hands on his chest as he keeps the chain right where you want it. 

Your eyes close as you let yourself rest all the way down, a strangle moan escaping as the chain looses for just a quick second. 

Johnnie pulling you down to him, your body going naturally, "Keep going, sweetheart." 

You dig your nails into his chest as you push down to lift yourself up, earning moans from Johnnie as you slide back down. 

You felt close again, even though you couldn't say it, he knew. 

"Come on, baby. You can do it." He coaches, "Cum for me." 

You tilt your head back, the chain pulling tighter. You squeeze your eyes shut tight, muffled moans slip through your parted lips as you clench your walls around his cock. 

Johnnie bucks his hips upward as his fingers dig into your hip, "Just like that, baby. Fuck, just like that." 

You look down at him, hair falling in front of your face, which he quickly brushes away so he can watch you. 

His eyes scan down your body, lip pulled between his teeth as his breathing grows heavier. 

He sits up, taking over as he lays you flat on your back, chain pinned down right next to your neck - you knew there would be new bruises tomorrow. 

But that was the point. 

Johnnie's thrusts are hard, fast, full of love and pleasure. He loved making you feel good. 

If it wasn't for the chain holding you'd back, you'd probably be screaming, moaning his name over and over again loudly. 

Your nails drag up his arms and dig them into his shoulders. He leans down, pressing his lips to yours as he causes the chain to loosen. 

He swallows your moans, groaning as he lays a hand on your cheek, thrusting his cock into you. 

He holds it there as he twitches, alternating kissing your lips and neck, "Did I hurt you?" 

You lay a hand on his cheek, brushing his hair from his eyes, "No, but just don't panic tomorrow morning when there's more bruises." 

"You are such a freak." He smirks, sitting up, "But I love you." 

"I think I've heard that once or twice before." You smirk, "I love you." 

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

I couldn't stop thinking about this, so I hope you enjoyed it. Making Headlines for Sam Golbach will be out next, and hopefully soon. 

As always, I love yas. Thanks for reading! Let me know what you thought of it!  likes and reblogs are appreciated!

#samandcolby-ownme #Johnnie Guilbert #johnnie guilbert one shot #johnnie guilbert smut #johnnie Guilbert smut one shot #Dirty one shot #smut johnnie guilbert #smut one shot #Johnnie Guilbert one shot smut

[biscuitblinkeu]

Are you hurt? [5]

Park Chaeyoung x Fem!reader

Word Count: 2314~

ToSumUp: Lots of surprises in one day, yes? You don’t get quite the warm welcome coming home from grocery shopping.

A/N: Chapter dedicated to my anon, happy birthday! I hope you have a wonderful day and enjoy the chapter <3 Also, just wanna say thank you guys for being patient and for all the nice comments! P.S this chapter was supposed to be way longer but I had to cut it off because I wasn’t gonna finish the gaps at the end before Anon’s bday ended 😭

Rosie was asleep on the couch when you came home, her hair spread across the cushions like a river of flowing gold. The odd position she was in let you know she tired herself out, she even forgot there was a potato chip still in her hand. Laughing under your breath and highly amused, you fixed the cover over her. 

You felt compelled to get cameras— a recurring thought— to catch her doing something silly or find out whatever it is she does when you’re not home to end up like this. It would be similar to those pets on social media who respond to the talking animal-like object with a secret camera… and they would tilt their head in confusion or bark. 

But, again, Rosie’s not a dog. 

You shook your head, an action you hoped got rid of such thoughts (no matter how many times she reminded you of one), and situated yourself on the ground beside the couch, you stared at her face for a while, admiring her beauty. It’s something you know you’d never get used to. Your gaze dragged across the bit of freckles on her nose and cheeks, to her long eyelashes that were dark against her skin. You watched as they fluttered as she dreamt. 

A sigh left her lips, and she turned to her side, facing you. She had a soft pout shaping her lips, and you found yourself staring at them longer than you should’ve. She was so adorable asleep… What?

You blinked owlishly, heat rising to the back of your neck after realizing how creepy you were being. The last thing you wanted to do was make her uncomfortable. Just as you were about to retreat, you realized the potato chip was still nestled between her fingers, and, worried she’d crush it and make a mess, you reached out to pluck it from her hand, only for her eyes to flutter open. They were bleary, clouded with sleep, and caused a stir in your stomach. She blinked at you, a blush slowly appearing on her cheeks.

Startled, you toppled onto your elbows. “R-Rosie?“ You stammered. 

Crunch.

The crisp sound made you both look at the chip now crushed in her palm. She sat upright, now thoroughly embarrassed and wide awake. 

A smile grew on your face, and you dismissed the apologetic look she was giving you. “Here,” you said, grabbing the empty chip bag on the nightstand. “You can put that in here.”

“Did you sleep well?” You asked when she finished transferring the crumbs into the  chip bag.

Rosie nodded with a yawn, stretching her arms above her head. The action revealed more of her slender stomach and the soft curves of her waist.  It was distracting, and you quickly tore your gaze away from the sight to focus on the chip bag in your hands, thus not noticing the sly smile on her face. You played with the sides of the bag, pinching the aluminum plastic between your finger tips. She tapped your forehead to get your attention again, her brows raised in question, and mouthed How was work?

“Ah,” you said, relieved for a distraction. “It was fine— same old stuff. We have a new worker joining us, and so far she seems nice, a little clumsy though. I’m in charge of helping her out.”

She knew by now you weren’t one to love interacting with people— you would rather stand back and observe, finding interest in the actions of others, how they moved or expressed themselves. She thought that was why you were able to read her so well, how you were able to understand her despite the fact she didn’t have a voice. 

However, she didn’t know why she felt a twang to her heart at the mention of your new coworker, a feeling of unrest growing in her stomach. She felt anxious about today and didn’t know why the feeling still lingered. 

Rosie reached for your hand with a frown, noticing a bandage wrapped around your index finger. 

You looked at it, remembering your little accident earlier. “Oh, it’s nothing serious, just a shallow cut. The stapler nicked me when I was trying to refill it.” 

A staple..er? Rosie stared at you quizzically. 

“It’s a tool used to clip stacks of papers together and it’s sharp in some areas. I was refilling it when it clamped down on my finger,” you explained. 

Her mouth made an ‘O’ shape and she nodded, but you could tell she still didn’t understand. Either way, you were prepared to answer anything she asked you— who were you to deny her curiosity? 

“Are you hungry?” You asked, standing up. It’s been a while since you ate lunch, and knowing she had just woken up, she was probably hungry as well. You opened the fridge and staring back at you was a jar of mayonnaise, a single egg, a half of tomato, and two pieces of cheese. You bit the inside of your cheek, wondering how you didn’t notice the lack thereof earlier. “Looks like I’ll be going grocery shopping,” you murmured, closing the fridge. Your grandmother always told you to buy ingredients, which you took to heart, cooking your meals instead of ordering out. She also insisted you become a chef one day— which obviously didn’t happen. 

Rosie was watching you from over the couch, and when she noticed you were staring back at her she looked away, pretending to be interested in her hands. 

“Do you want to come with me?” You offered tentatively, noting her mannerisms. She definitely wanted you to ask– if the way her head whipped toward you and began to nod rapidly, if the way her eyes brightened and a smile tugged at her lips was any indication. “Then that’s settled, why don’t you put a coat on? And some warm pants.”

…

The doors to the grocery store slid open with a mute whoosh and a bell sounded out as you walked through. Rosie, still holding your hand (to which she insisted on the moment you walked out the door to make your way here), appeared shocked at the technology before staring in awe at the assortments of fruits and veggies that lined the entrance-aisle. You believed it was safe to assume she’d never seen a supermarket before, or seen this much food in one place, and it was evident that she had no idea what to do and looked quite apprehensive. But, she followed you closely behind nevertheless.

You grabbed two large baskets after realizing all the carts were being used (or missing), handing one to Rosie. "Can you hold this for me?... Thanks." You then began your journey of looking for ingredients. For tonight, you planned to fry something, perhaps chicken-- spicy chicken-- and maybe some white rice, vegetables and whatever else you find.  Your eyes fell on an aisle marked "spices," and your eyebrows furrowed, you definitely need to restock (flavorful food comes at a price, after all). Rosie seemed to realize where you were headed because she took the lead, yet peered over her shoulder every once in a while to make sure you were still there.

Every few feet Rosie would hold up an item she plucked off the shelf, and when you nodded she would put it in the basket before walking away with a smile to find something else. You simply shook your head in amusement, glad she was having fun. Figuring she would come back and find you, you moved to the next aisle slowly, so she would still be able to locate you nearby. You did this because you knew how it felt being separated from a parent in the grocery store, lost but trying not to look lost as you searched for your family, a growing sense of dread worming its way into your stomach the longer you looked.

Rosie wandered the aisles with a subtle boldness– she wasn't as uneasy as when she first walked in– looking for something else to find. She liked the smiles you would give her when she found something useful. She liked the smiles you gave her when she found something useless, too. Either way, she was on a mission. Or, maybe it wasn't a highly important mission because the moment she passed an aisle that contained brightly packaged, illustrated items, she swiftly turned and entered it. Her eyes widened, and she looked at the different packaging, with, what she believes is edible, a variety of "foods"-- all shapes and sizes. Everything looked so appealing, and she was simply dying to know what was inside. Maybe you would get it for her?

As Rosie was contemplating which package to get, she was approached by a group of guys– looking like they were in their early adult years or so, unbeknownst to her. One guy who was being jostled around and whispered to was pushed towards her, the others staying behind and snickering behind their hands. He took a deep breath, pulling his phone out his pocket.  “Hi, I think you’re really cute and wondered if I could get your number?”

No answer. 

He tried again, yet still received no answer. He looked back to his friends who merely shrugged. So he waited. They gave her a moment to see if she was just “lagging behind” but she kept staring at the packages—practically burning holes into them. But she was thinking hard. Very, very hard and intensive.  Which one should she choose when they all looked good? She’s never had this type of food, and never had to pick something out for herself, either. The servants in the palace would do it for her, not trusting her ability to pick out something that's not….”human-originated”. Would you like what she got? 

Would you smile at her again for her choice?

She wanted to know. 

Completely absorbed in this new task, Rosie took both of the packages and walked away, leaving the guy standing there dumbfounded.

“What just happened?” He murmured.

Just as you were about to go off and find Rosie, feeling that she was taking longer than usual to come back, she entered the aisle, looking very serious. She stopped in front of you. “Rosie?” You questioned, then the candy packages she held garnered your attention. “ Oh, are you interested in those? Do you want to try them? They're a little sour, but I’ll get them for you.” You smiled at her, relieved nothing bad happened, and found her behavior endearing.

You put them in the basket before informing her you were done shopping, the two of you making your way to the self-checkout. She trailed behind you like a puppy (yes, the reference again), grinning so hard her cheeks began to ache, feeling accomplished and happy beyond belief. She smiled at me again!  And she knew it was something she wanted to see a lot more, a sight that made her heart speed up.

…

You arrive home with arms with multiple bangs strung on them. You unlock the door and let Rosie in first, instructing her to put the bags on the dining table. As she’s doing that you make one trip to the kitchen with bags, put them down, then go back for the last of them. 

You’re just outside your door frame, bending down to reach for the bags, when the wind gets knocked out of you, and your arm is pulled behind your back. “What–” Your leg is swept from under you and you fall to the floor with a thud, a hiss leaving your mouth, a pounding beginning to resonate behind your skull. You groan, feeling pain throbbing where your body made contact with the ground. 

A shiny black shoe invades your vision, and you hear a woman's voice. 

“Where’s Rosé?” She demanded, and you had a feeling it was something you were expected to answer, but you didn’t have it in you to care. 

“What?” You murmured, blinking rapidly, trying to get a grip. There was a weight on your backside, keeping you down, and you figured its whoever is wearing those black shoes. Must be a tough guy.

Hah.

“Don’t play dumb, human,” came a gruff voice. Ah, so there were really two people.

"Aren't we all human here?” you mumbled, finding what he said weird. This smart comment earned you a tug on your arm, which was already pretty far pushed behind your back. You yelped.

You heard a sigh of frustration. The woman spoke again,  “Get off of her, KK.”

Just as he was removing himself off of you, rapidly approaching footsteps were heard, and a body shoved him away, running to your side. “Rosie?” You furrowed your brows. She should go back inside, you didn’t know if these people were dangerous or not. Nonetheless, she helped you sit up, and you did so with a quiet hiss, meeting her frantic eyes. She checked you over, and when she deemed you okay she whipped her head to the side and glared at the woman and her bodyguard. And what a mean glare it was; you’ve never seen that look on her. 

The feline-eyes woman appeared shocked at the action, and in a meek tone called her name. “R-Rosé? What— why are you...?” 

Why is she protecting you? Her captor. You’ve done horrible things to her. 

The woman looked unsure, confused. 

“Um…” Your uncertain voice disrupted Jennie’s train of thought and her eyes flickered to you, something akin to annoyance passing through them. She glared at you with such ferocity you thought you might actually see flames emitting from her eyes. You winced internally; you don’t even know this woman (Rosie seemed to, though) and can tell she already hated you. “You two seem to know each other, right? Why don’t you take this inside?… I don’t want to bother my neighbors.”

#biscuitblinkeu #blackpink x reader #fanfic #blackpink #rosé x reader #rosé x fem!reader #park chaeyoung x reader #park chaeyoung x fem!reader #the little mermaid.biscuit

[writing-house-of-m]

Photograph

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word count: 1895

Summary: When you and Wanda go through some old things at her family house, you recognise someone in an old photograph they have

A/N: Just a little idea I thought would be cute. I wrote this pretty quickly and didn't really edit it properly so I hope it makes sense lol Thank you @ageofevermore and @cuinaminute229 for helping my indecisive ass on the header. Any feedback or comments would be much appreciated, so let me know what you think!

There is a soft golden glow shining through the windows as the sun was beginning to say goodbye to the day. 

Taking a break from packing wasn't supposed to be long but the small group of you have been too distracted to notice the time passing. 

You came across the Maximoff family's old photographs that have been in storage. You couldn't help but flip through a photo album when you noticed they were of Oleg and Iryna's wedding day. 

It has been an hour since then, your future in-laws telling you about the relatives who have shown up as you go through different stacks of photos, some they have always been close with, some have now passed and others who are best to avoid. It was a well needed heads up for when you will have to meet them on your wedding day with Wanda. 

There are so many photos and recounts of the memories that go along with them; birthdays, anniversaries, family gatherings and all the moments in between. 

"What happened to Pietro's hair!" You exclaim, noticing a gold fading (badly) into a red colour when you flicked to a new page in the current album you are going through. 

Wanda looks at the picture laughing, explaining the memory, "He wanted to make his hair look like fire." Then she grimaces as her laugh dies out, scrunching her nose, "But he did it himself." 

You both giggle at the messy result and the sour look on Pietro's face as Oleg squashes his cheeks together. You can tell he was forced to sit there while the photo was taken at his expense. 

There was a reason you were initially going through old boxes from the attic of the Maximoff residence. You and Wanda have officially moved in together and having unpacked all the essentials weeks ago you decided it was finally time to get her final round of things. 

They would probably just end up in storage at your new house but at least Wanda would have all her things in one place. You had already done the same with your things last week. 

You hear the front door unlock, open and close signifying Pietro's return. 

After Pietro greets everyone, he notices, "Old photos?" He reaches down and picks up one of the albums, "Have you finished with getting the last of your things?" 

You and Wanda look guilty and shake your heads because you still haven't completed what you were here to do. 

"Get a move on, I've got things I need to go up there," Pietro chastises. 

Before you get to say anything, your future mother-in-law gets there, "It's about time you thought about settling down, son." 

"Ah mama, it will happen when it happens. You can't rush these things," Pietro says, rubbing the back of his neck. 

"I hope things are going well with Monica. She's such a lovely girl," she says, handing him a box to put behind him. He puts down the album he is holding and takes it from her hands. "Better than that last girl. Mantis, she called herself," Iryna cringes. 

"Mama!" Pietro exclaims to stop this conversation. 

You smile at the scene, you don't have any siblings so you have been treating Pietro as your own brother when you and Wanda got serious and you grew more comfortable with her family. 

Now that Iryna was done it was your turn, "Hey Piet, have you ever thought about dyeing your hair?" You ask. Pietro squints his eyes at you because of the 'random' question, "Maybe, err, yellow and red?" You laugh along with his family. 

"Ah! I thought I got rid of all of those!" He furrows his brows picking up a different album from before, "Where is it?" 

"You will never know, 'hot head'," Wanda responds. Getting a round of laughter. 

He gives Wanda a side eye before looking through the album he is holding. Eventually he takes a seat opposite you and Wanda on the floor. 

Pietro thinks aloud as he flips through the book he is currently going through, "Hey, I remember this place. We weren't there for long though." 

Iryna looks at the photo over Pietro's shoulder as he holds it up for her. She hums, agreeing, "We weren't there for long, two months I think?" She turns to Oleg so he can take a look. He walks closer and nods his head. 

He chuckles under his breath remembering, "My job at the time relocated me to the wrong place, it was such a mess and a huge headache." 

"I think I remember that, we were even enrolled at the local school for a little while," Wanda adds. 

Pietro notices another photo, this time one of Wanda and another student from said school. He passes it to her, "Do you remember this?" 

"Oh yeah!" Wanda takes the image from him, "We got along so well. I missed them for the longest time after we moved," she reminisces. "I don't remember their name. I don't think I ever got it, actually." 

"Such a good friendship you didn't even get a name?" Pietro laughs.

You finally look away from the album in your lap that has had your attention. Furrowing your eyebrows because you recognise the child sitting beside Wanda in the image, "How do you have this?" 

All four Maximoff's look at you at the same time. 

You feel the silence until Wanda explains, "I completely forgot but seeing this photo I remember making one friend in my last few weeks there." She points at the two figures sitting with cheesy grins and arms wrapped around each other. "I can't believe I forgot about my time there." 

You are quite literally gobsmacked listening to the story unfold. 

Iryna chimes in, "Well, school had barely started before we moved again. It's not surprising you don't remember."  

"I know the name of the kid," you reveal. The others look in disbelief and wonder as you sit there smirking. 

"Really? How? Who is it?" They all ask questions at once. 

"It's me," you say with a breathy laugh. 

"What?!" Wanda looks closer at the picture and even her parents come over to get a better look. 

"No way," Pietro gasps as they all hover over the photograph. 

"I told you where I moved from when we first met, remember?" You ask Wanda, getting her attention again. 

"I didn't know the name of the place, look how small we were," she replies, pointing at the image. 

Wanda then joins her family who are all mumbling different similarities between you and the child in the photo. You listen to as much as you can, chuckling to yourself pulling out your phone. 

Last week when you packed your final things from your parents home you too had found old albums there. With everything going on, moving houses and planning a wedding, it completely slipped your mind to show Wanda the old pictures you had taken snapshots of when you were younger. 

Putting the phone next to the photograph everyone compares the two. Wanda is speechless as she looks at you in the same disbelief you felt when you first saw the picture, "I can't believe it."

"Neither can I!" You scoff out. 

"This is so crazy!" 

"I know!" 

"Nothing can stop a great love," Oleg speaks, stopping you and Wanda with your back and forth while he casually walks away. But you and Wanda smile at each other blushing a little because of his comment. 

"We became friends so fast," Wanda leans into you, looking at the photo.  

"Yeah," you speak into her hair, kissing the top of her head. "And then you forgot about me," you finish cheekily. 

Wanda pulls away and smacks your arm. Then takes on an earnest look, "But seriously, I was so sad to lose you, I finally made a friend and a really cool one at that," she trails off. 

"We still found each other again though," you say. 

"Yeah, we did," Wanda says with a soft smile. 

You lean against each other to look at the photo for a little while longer. Looking at the happiness and innocence radiating from your younger selves.

Unbeknownst to you, Pietro snaps a photo on his phone of the two of you smiling down at the captured memory. In his mind this was him getting his wedding gift sorted. 

When you have been through the stacks of pictures, you eventually go back to packing the last of Wanda's things. It is all taken to your new place and you are both exhausted. 

You decide to leave unpacking it all until the next day and when you do, you come across the photo again. 

"Your mom must have put this in here," you smile at Wanda. 

She takes it from you and instead of putting it in storage she places it above the fireplace. You make a mental note to buy a frame for it. 

At the end of the day you sit on the couch after another exhausting day. 

"Fourteen years," you say randomly. Wanda looks at you quizzically so you clarify, "I worked it out, us meeting again after that photo was fourteen years." 

"Wow," Wanda breathes out, sitting against you as you wrap an arm around her. "I guess we were always destined to be together." 

Wanda looks up at you making you look down at her. You share a small kiss and when you separate you continue looking at the picture. 

You talk about how fate has brought you here and how thankful you are for finding each other again even without either of you knowing who the other was. 

"I guess our love transcends all boundaries." 

Wanda smacks your chest lightly, "You dork"

"Yesterday, you said I was really cool! You can't take that back!" 

"That was before the cheesy one-liner." 

"Well, you better get used to it. It will get worse when we get married. Not to mention the jokes I'll come up with when we have kids," you smile. 

Wanda looks up at you again so you meet her gaze, "Hmm, yeah, but I think you mean 'kid' as in singular," you smile at her correction of the future plans you have discussed, "and a dog, of course," she says innocently. 

"No, no, no, I never agreed to getting a dog. I said we could get a cat," you correct. 

"Don't worry I didn't forget about Tom," Wanda says nonchalantly.

"Tom?! We didn't agree to any names yet either!" 

"Are you sure? So where did I get; Wilma, our daughter, and Spike, our dog, from?" Wanda asks, raising a brow. 

"Probably the same place you forgot about the best friend you ever had," you say pushing Wanda, forcing her to lay on the sofa with you carefully placing yourself on top. 

You press your lips to her soft ones and because you are both smiling too much you have to stop. Instead, you settle with kissing the tip of her nose. 

"And here I thought we would be making these big decisions together. We still have a wedding to plan first, you know?" You muse. 

"Yeah, I know. But I can't help myself thinking of our life together," Wanda says, caressing your face. 

Just as fate brought you together, it has a few more surprises for you as you continue your life together. 

#wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff fanfic #wanda fanfic #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda imagine #wanda maximoff marvel #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda fluff #fluff #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch #scarlet witch fanfic #scarlet witch imagine #scarlet witch fluff #marvel fanfic #marvel #mcu reader insert #self insert fanfiction #fic #photograph tag

[silentmagi]

Rising Star

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Thank you again for all of those still with me, I hope you’re enjoying the story thus far. If you’re wanting to make suggestions for future parts of the story, please feel free to leave comments. I’d love to hear more about your thoughts! Last time, we were finding out how the information is given to Star, and the results show up that:

1 The mayor himself is more than happy to talk.

Sorry, this one got a bit long on me.

Having filled up, Star left Luna’s enchanting music behind to knock on the door to the Town Hall. The squat stone and wood building being only slightly better kept than the rest of the town. Instead of finding some bored bureaucratic servant barely awake at their post, she was greeted by the mayor himself.

“WELCOME! Welcome!” the portly man proclaimed as he opened the door and ushered her into the hall. “I’m Mayor Gregor, and welcome to Tricreek! I see your bard friend has drawn quite the crowd. Quite the crowd indeed. How wonderful!”

With a hearty laugh, he stroked the bushy white mustache that consumed the entire area of his face above his lips and going well into his rosy cheeks. “Now you must be curious about all the going ons about the town, I dare say.”

“Actually mayor, I was wondering if there were any messages from Castledale? Star Crescent would be the name they’d be under,” the poor mage student cut in gently, trying to be about her business.

“Oh of course, of course, pardon the mess, I gave the scribes a chance to go enjoy the bard, young people you know?” he chuckled as he meandered over to the shelves, and began going through one marked ‘Castledale’ above it. Pulling out a set of reading glasses he settled them on his nose and began going through the sheaf of papers. “Let’s see… No, no, notice of the college of magic being closed to new admissions temporarily due to the magic disruption, no, no, ah, here we are. A letter from the dean to you.”

Holding out the folded letter, she recognized the wax seal and took it. It was from the college, and probably important, however she felt like indulging the mayor. “Now that the official business is finished, I noticed that you have a druidic presence in town, were they a part of the founding?”

It felt odd, pushing off her duties and self-imposed quest to restore magic to learn more about a town that was so close to her goal, but she knew that her thirst for knowledge would not let her leave such a font of lore and wisdom untapped. Perhaps, there was something in the history that could guide her further in unlocking magic once again.

“Oh right you are! Sharp eyes on you, but that’s to be expected from a student of your caliber to be attending the university there with the dean’s attention on you,” the mayor praised her as he stood in front of the window, watching the bustling town center. “Oh it was many generations ago that the druids helped some farmers form the little village. Back then there was only a farmer’s market and town hall if you can believe it. We thrived due to trade, and the mill a ways up the road. That I suppose you might have visited, since you came in on their cart.”

Seeing her expression, he let out a laugh. “Oh don’t worry so much youngin’. It’s the way of the small town to know everything going on within minutes of it happening. Why I remember back in my day we knew that the old mayor was having a row with his wife before even he did! Real scrapper that woman, and their fights were the stuff of tales. Never could look at a cast iron pan the same again after their last one.”

“Was there a reason for their fights or…” she probed, curious about the nature of the fights..

The mayor let out a chuckle as he shook his head. “Oh, the usual, he was sleeping with her lover behind her back, and they hadn’t worked out the laws on multiple partners back then. There’s parts of the story that followed the fights I dare say would be topics of some books you’ve never read in the library.”

Not that she was going to correct him, but there was most certainly a very robust section of the library that she may or may not have had a browsing through between semesters.

“So, the druids?”

“Ah yes! The druids, wonderful folk. If you’re going to Castledale from here, you will pass one of their groves,” the mayor explained before tapping his chin in thought. “Yes… hmm…”

Turning back to the shelves, he began going through a drawer on the side, pulling out packages and looking them over before setting them back inside. “Perhaps you might do me a favor, young lady. It will only be an hour out of your way, and if you leave first thing in the morning, you’d be able to stay the night in the grove.”

Pulling out a rolled up piece of parchment, he peered through one end, reading the words before putting it back. “Forgive me, it has been a while, but we have some things to send to them, and have not had a chance to do so with the recent weather and loss of magic.”

“You said that it would be on our way?” she prompted watching him pull out a small tube and read the label on the side before putting it carefully back into the drawer.

“Yes, yes, quite right, a lovely grove, I took a trip there once myself, met my husband there if you would believe it. Ah!” he cheered, pulling out a scroll case with Celestial Grove on a tag on one end. “Here we are. My father-in-law is the head of the druidic order. Could you please take this to him. I’ll arrange for you and your bard friend to have a room at the inn tonight, and the finest meal on me.”

“Thank you sir, I’m honored to help you,” she offered, taking the scroll case from him. “Might you give us directions?”

“Certainly, certainly. It’s just up the main road out of town towards Castledale,” he began pointing in the direction they were heading. “There will be two trails to the right, and then one to the left marked with a flat stone shaped like a tree. Take that path and stay on it. The druids will find you long before you get to the grove and guide you the rest of the way.”

“Understood, thank you for the room and meal.”

“Of course! You are doing this town a great service,” he offered with a laugh before going into another story about the old days, never finishing his first one about the druids.

#Story #My Writing #Rising Star #My Polls #Star #World Building #Please Participate #Star Main

[teecupangel]

I've been playing AC Revelations lately, and remembered about your Ratatouille AU.

I think Desmond would be very confused, because all suspicious sounding voices should be silent in the like core of animus or whatever this place is. But he anyway hears those strange complaints about how he looked much cuter in previous parts and now he is like weathered or smth. And those simpings on old Ezio. And this comparison of Sofia and Leonardo. And intense swearing when there's no 100 percent synchronization because of THIS STUPID TEMPLAR WHO SOMEHOW MANAGED TO HIT MEE, LIKE WHAT, HE SHOULD BE LYING DEAD, BUT NOW I GOTTA RESTART THE WHOLE MISSION AGAIN WTFF (russian slurs following). Ahem. Also I feel like he would imagine that it's like his descendants or smth, so he would start to believe that he'll get out of animus very soon

The original Ratatouille AU idea

Its little brother, the “Desmond can hear us” idea

And the “I don’t know you can do that” sidestory that got sidelined by people learning that Altaïr can vault in AC1

So the idea would be the voices would suddenly be silent once Desmond wakes up in the Animus Island and he’d be confused and absolutely worried because he’s used to hearing them (especially after a lot of them suddenly showed up because [The Founder By Accident] apparently posted it or something and got a lot more people ‘playing the games’ again) so the silence was…

… worrying, to say the least.

Especially after Clay tells him where he was and what was happening to him.

And then…

Desmond started reliving Ezio’s memories…

And the moment Ezio’s voice echoed in his head “Dear Claudia…”

There’s just a cacophony of [DEAR CLAUDIA!!!!], [Best opening cinematic in the franchise <3], [Goddamn, I still get goosebumps watching this…], someone is able to actually recite the lines in Ezio’s accent as Ezio continues, and many, many more. There’s definitely a lot of them.

And Desmond could feel himself relax as he let both Ezio’s memories and their voices watch over him.

And then…

“Even if they messed up Altaïr’s actual outfit in this scene, it’s still freaking awesome.”

Ah.

[The Founder By Accident] is back.

.

Desmond immediately got used to a lot of them ‘simping’ over Ezio and the mini-debate that happened when Ezio met Sofia…

As well as the mini-debate about Suleiman being either good or opportunistic or both (and Desmond laughed at the “I can’t say anything because he has the same voice as Malik and that’s an automatic ‘yeah, he’s okay’ from me” comment from one of them).

The complaints about the ‘gameplay’ or the bugs or the synchronization requirements or… Desmond found himself being comforted even by these as these were already part of the voices’ personalities anyway.

And then…

He was back in the Animus Island and he couldn’t even focus on Clay because he’s being bombarded with voices all talking about “oh you poor boy what did they do to your face?” and “you still look good, Desmond, don’t listen to them!”.

And then…

[Play DA Everyone] goes “I know what to do!”

Clay’s eyes widened when a box suddenly appeared in front of Desmond’s feet and Desmond crouched. He opened the box and a lot of the voices went “Ooohhh” as Desmond sees it’s a vial with a message that says “Mod to Change Desmond’s Model To Be Closer To Francisco Randez” and there’s a lot of chanting of ‘drink it!’ and ‘chug chug chug’.

Desmond turned towards Clay and asked, “Do I look like I’m weathered?”

“What?” Clay looked confused by his question and Desmond simply shrugged, being used to it already.

He uncapped the vial and drank the entire thing, trusting the voices in his head as usual.

Cheers erupted all over as Desmond didn’t feel anything different.

Well…

He felt more rested than he ever had though…

And Clay could only gape as Desmond’s face changed right in front of him.

What.

The.

Fuck.

#desmond and the voices #will give clay #his own existential crisis #or you know #clay would be just #“yeah okay cool” #ask and answer #assassin's creed #desmond miles #clay kaczmarek #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed

[reticent-writer]

Reaction of Sanemi, Tengen, Rengoku (Separated) to S/What's Their Grandfather Spanking Their Father Why They Were Being Rude To Them. In the Case of the three the S/o is their Paternal Grandfather and Beat up Their Father until Leaving them injured because they were being rude To their children. Like I'd love to see their reaction to their grandfather spoiling and defending them.

An: for some fathers I go with their occupation from other fics.

Mitsuri's ff is a Baker.

Giyuu and Rengoku's is a retired hashira.

Shinobu's is a doctor.

Obanai, muichirou, sanemi and tengen are people from their past.

sorry for the wait

Demon slayer masterlist

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Sanemi

Your dad was living with you and Sanemi after he had a bad accident and hurt his hip

The same way you treat sanemi as a son he treats him as and grandson (genya too)

your dad spoils him rotten

"Really Sanemi?" you slapped the back of his neck as the two of you walked into the house from a long day of training new slayers.

"I didn't do anything wrong." He argued trying to speed walk away from you. You wouldn't let him go.

"You were supposed to train the lower ranks not send them to the hospital."

"That doesn't mean you can- OW." You yelped as a hard object collided with the back of your head. You whipped your head around to see your dad struggling to bend down to get his geta.

"Don't punish him for doing his job, boy."

"You didn't see those poor slayers, broken limps, puffy faces. It was overkill."

He ignored you and instead went to coddle Sanemi. (I imagine sanemi looking back at you with a smug face)

"Dad, he can ju-"

"Are you a hashira?" he interrupted, raising a hand to slap your shoulder since he can't reach your head due to his hip. He's old so his hit don't do much.

"...Dad... stop..."

Tengen

your father wanted to visit for a weekend and he's a fickle old man and favors Tengen over u

in his eyes he can do no wrong and tengen know it

anytime your father comes for a visit he makes trouble for you but now that everyone is older hopefully he grew out of that

You decided to make your father's favorite dish while he chatted with tengen and his wives.

"so what brings you here this time pops." Your dad hates that name but because Tengen used it he's fine with it.

"Do I need an explanation to visit?" He chuckled.

"Of course not, our house is always open to you." Hina smiled as she helped you set the table and serve drinks.

"Y/n when is dinner ready, I'm getting hungry." Tengen very flamboyantly and not like a child at all complained.

"Soon... I would've been done if I had help tho." You muttered the last part.

"I heard that." Tengen said.

"What'd he say."

"Just a smartass comment. pops I think he need to be taught a lesson."

You stopped cooking and faced them.

"Really Tengen. You are not a child anymore, deal with your own problems."

He was about to when your dad stopped him and threw his geta right at your forehead.

Guess he never grew out of it.

Rengoku

It came as a shock to see your dad talking to shinjuro over a glass of sake

You haven't heard from him since you a little before you retired

You honestly thought he kicked the bucket

"It's rude to stare Y/n" Your dad said, pausing the conversation with shinjuro.

"Sorry sir, I just didn't expect you to be here."

He was about to respond when Kyojuro came from behind you.

"Ah, kyo you've gotten so big. All that training I've heard you've been doing really shows. I hope y/n hasn't given you a hard time when you go on missions together."

'crap I didn't tell him I retired.' you thought as you gave kyo a pointed look to not say anything but he is very oblivious.

"Y/n retired when I became hashira."

(cue a comedically slow head turn towards you)

"Your so young why retire?" He questioned as he placed his hand on your shoulders. You honestly couldn't tell if he was mad or not.

"I got hurt and couldn't fight anymore. I'm sorry for not telling you."

"All the training that we did and 1 fight was enough to take you out? Really y/n."

The night he gave you a real injury.

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An: Botanical Garden coming soon

Stay tuned

#male reader #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #rengoku x reader #tengen x wives x reader #tengen x reader #reticent writer #reticent writes

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Playing House

Media: Halloween Ends (2022)

Characters: Corey Cunningham (pre-2019 accident) x female reader 

Rating: R or 18+ BECAUSE NO MINORS! Duh, get outta here if you’re not an adult!

CW: Submissive!Corey, Dom!Reader, mommy kink, implied lactation fetish (yeah oops), general mention of mommy issues, hair pulling, handjobs, cunnilingus, lots of general rough play and mean mean teasing... I’m so bad at CW’s...

Notes: I only read through this 2.5 times so if there are mistakes or general bad wording, I apologize. Other than that, y’all keep telling me what you like!

Tagging @nachtmahr666 dunno if this is your speed but here ya go!

It was rare to get to spend time with Corey. You only ever spotted him around town, most often biking to the park to work on internship applications and the like in peace. Outside of that, he seemed to have a short leash from his mother’s house. Nonetheless, anytime he popped up, his sweet but nerdy visage made you get hot. The way his nose crinkled under his heavy glasses, the way chewed on his nails with his head down, the way he always messed with his fluffy hair to get it to stay to the side… You wanted to nibble on him. No, eat him up.

“That’s a face for stepping on or sittin’ on,” you sometimes crassly joked to your friends. They rolled their eyes, not quite getting the appeal. Despite the jokes, you danced around the idea of even flirting with him, never quite acting on your desires.

The far and few moments you got to take him in was when the kids you both babysat had sleepovers. It was unnecessary to have two sitters at the same time, but the kids preferred the extra company, and the parents agreed two made the job easier.

Charlotte, the ten-year-old you looked after—who said you were “cooler than her sixth grade friends”—had offhandedly mentioned, one afternoon, that Elizabeth was staying over Friday night and that “Corey had to come too”.

Corey huh? Your brows perked up. Your thoughts drifted to the skittish, doe-eyed nerd who constantly pushed his glasses up his nose, had Yoo-Hoo bottles sticking out of his backpack, and could spew random information about spacecrafts unprompted. You felt so dumb and silly that reminders of him like those got you excited.

“I think he’s kind of a geek,” Charlotte rattled on, “All he does is read books about computers or whatever. But Elizabeth said he’s nice and lets her stay up late to watch PG-13 movies. So I guess he’s okay.”

You smiled at that, suddenly a bit more interested in working Friday night.

——

Corey hadn’t biked over like he usually did to most places. His mother had dropped him off at the house you two were sitting at, no doubt wanting to make sure things “looked safe”. You saw her face in the shadows of the car as he made his way up the front steps. It was unclear if she was looking at you directly, but you could feel her judging sneer. There was no trust for any other person with her son, but that went doubly for young women.

Moving from the front window where you had been peeping, you scurried to the door, eager to get there before Charlotte or her parents. Without meaning to, you pulled the door open before Corey had a chance to knock, resulting in him getting startled and stumbling back.

“Ah! Oh hey,” he spoke after composing himself. You smirked at how he straightened out his glasses.

“Hi,” you greeted in an overly sweet tone.

“Ready for an exciting night?” he commented with a sarcastic chuckle. The comment was a bit tone deaf, as he had just no idea how exciting you hoped it would be.

——

“Well… the kids are already asleep, which didn’t take much. Not too much else to do.” You grinned, wicked and flirtatious.

The girls had retired early to the bedroom upstairs. They may have realistically been up still, gossiping or reading diary excerpts or something silly. But it was no matter. They were busy with their own things and probably more than happy to be left alone… as were you.

“I could still make some popcorn,” Corey shrugged with a sheepish expression. That was the exact reaction you expected from him.

“I mean… I could still play babysitter,” you went on, laying the playful innocence on thick. “Come on, Corey, we can play house.” You lowered your lids, shooting a hot glance at him. “I can babysit you.”

“Haha, what… what’s that supposed to mean?” There was an awkward nervousness in his voice.

The space between the two of you closed as you extended your arms towards him. You cupped his cheeks and squeezed, mimicking the way one would admire a precious little animal. Behind his thick rimmed glasses, Corey did indeed have big, dark puppy-dog eyes, and at this moment, they seemed chipper but confused.

“Well, I have to get this thing—this paper—done,” he bumbled, “so we can turn on a movie while I do that… And…”

You shook your head, your lips curling up devilishly. You were gonna bite the bullet this time and go for it. “No, we’re not going to do that.” You shook your head. You noticed how flushed he was becoming.

“Um… What…”

You cut off his trailing words by lunging towards him, pinning him under your sprawled legs. Reaching both hands down on his wrists, you clamped him onto the couch. His eyes widened, and you could swear his glasses were fogging up ever so slightly. Under your skirt, hiding the intimacy of your crotch over his, your actions were validated by a growing bulge pressing against your tender spots.

“Heh, what’re you doing?” he tried to play off his awkwardness with a laugh.

“What are you doing?” you replied, emphasizing your point by grinding into his hardness.

He tried pushing you off gently to get up. “Stop kidding around.” He swung his legs off the side of the couch as you slid off his lap, much to your dismay. But you weren’t giving up.

“I’m not kidding, little boy.” With both hands, you gave him a solid push to the floor. You looked around quickly to make sure it didn’t alert the girls.

His face at first expressed protest and indignation, but he narrowed his eyes, glaring over his frames. Slowly, he bit his lip, taking in the situation. You noted that he was still visibly hard—more so than initially.

“Do you want to have fun?” you asked sweetly. “Are you going to be good?” You walked towards him cautiously and pressed your shoe to his neck. To your surprise, he tilted his head back, welcoming the rough touch.

“Yes… mommy…” The last word was embarrassingly mumbled, hushed. You felt how he swallowed tensely, the subtle movement in his throat tight under the sole of your shoe.

“What was that?” you snipped, sharp but still with a slight teasing laugh. It was partially a mask, though. The truth was, the surprising response turned you on instantly. This was interesting…

“Yes mommy,”Corey breathed out, dragging out his words with both intention and shame.

That did it. In a swift motion, you removed your foot from his throat and grabbed at the hair on the crown of his head.

“Call me that again,” you instructed.

“Mommy,” he muttered, face becoming rosier. Pulling against your grasp, he craned his head towards your chest, first exploring a bit of bare skin with his tongue… then raking teeth along the upper curve of your breast.

You clawed at his brown hair again, bringing him to face you. “What are you doing?” You did your best to keep a stern, domineering air.

“I… I want a taste…” His voice slanted into somewhat of a whine, desperate, ashamed, and aroused. His hesitant hands drifted to feel up your breasts. You did want to feel those sharp little teeth on your skin, tickling and stinging, with intermittent brushes from those lips. It wound you up how animal-like his pointed teeth were, always contrasting his sweet, wide smile. He had the grin of a wolf, and the demeanor of a pup.

“You wait,” you warned, temporarily releasing his tufts of hair. There was no graceful way to expose your chest, so you rolled your shirt and bra up to your clavicle. Once in position, your hand clamped the back of Corey’s head and pressed his face into your bosom.

With ferocity, he nipped and sucked on your soft flesh, letting his tongue run messy, wet circles around your nipples. You never could have imagined such lust-driven, feral behavior from him.

It struck you (at a rather weird moment) that this must have intermingled with Corey’s complicated issues with his mother. And maybe also his affinity for drinking milk. But that was a lot to unpack, possibly for later. If you even cared to revisit the thought at all. It all felt too good, too nasty to care.

“I just wanna drag you around and keep you on your knees,” you grunted, letting your near-incoherent, secret musings float to the surface. Part of you wanted to laugh a little. While he wasn’t a particularly tall guy, he was still bigger than you. The visual of leading him around was a bit silly but it also sent a small twinge deep within you.

At the words, Corey moved to face you, slipping down from your breasts, sliding his hands down to your thighs. Roughly, you pushed him further down, until he was kneeling before you. His eyes peered up at you deliciously through a few loose strands. The usually combed hair had become tussled, letting some of his natural curls come free.

“Am I being good?” he asked, voice somehow soft but deep at the same time.

You responded with yet another tug on his fluffy hair. This time, you could see him wincing harder, brows raising in pain, eyes watering. “Good boys do what they’re told,” you went on. “Will you do what Mommy says?”

He nodded, a tear escaping off one of his fluttering lashes. The tears weren’t uncomfortable—you wanted to make sure it wasn’t going too far. No, the dimples framing his mouth lengthened in a deviant, pleased smile. There was a mix of emotions in the expression, but desire and relief were definitely a couple.

You let him go, as he sat back onto his heels, still facing your lap. As you pulled his glasses off and flung them aside, you lowered yourself to the couch, opening your lap to him. Immediately, he reached a hand forward, fixing to pull back the hem of your panties, but you slapped him away.

“You wait,” you chastised again. His expression turned to a bratty pout in response. There were those dewy eyes peering out from under heavy lids.

In an intentionally slow performance, you slid the simple black panties off, giving a final kick of the fabric past Corey’s shoulder. “Is this what you want?”

He nodded patiently.

“Then you have to ask like a good boy,” you told him, in a serious, hushed tone. You all were already doing the best to be quiet, but you dropped your instructions just below a whisper. To be extra cheeky, extra teasing, you traced your fingers from his forehead, to his cheek, to his lips.

He melted into the sensation, but being mindful enough to straighten up and keep his hands behind his back while kneeling. “Please?” he breathed out, eyes closed.

The response came in you gripping his chin and pulling him towards your open legs. Corey hesitantly tested the waters, approaching slowly first with his tongue. He went through the motion like he was taking his first lick off an ice cream cone. His tongue smoothed between your folds and worked up, slipping up and around your clit. The rhythm and pressure were just right, almost as if he was trying to match every throb. He began to switch up sensations, plunging that tongue deep within, lapping up your wetness. What had almost instantly done you in was when he went to suck directly on your rosy little clit, teeth grazing, full lips enveloping, the works. That was your weakness. Your thighs involuntarily tightened around his face.

It wasn’t supposed to happen so soon, but you were overtaken by the power and overstimulation. You caught yourself panting hard, clawing into Corey’s hair again, needing something to grab onto.

Finally, your heartbeat had started to settle, but your breathing was still hard. Corey emerged from your thighs, pink lips glossy with your wetness. His eyes looked up, needy. Fatigue had thwarted your ability to speak, but you moved to take charge once more. Sliding from the couch, you pushed him back against the floor, settling atop his lap this time, hands acting fast to undo his pants. The process was hurried, both from the need for instant, animal release, but also because he had already wet his pants with precum. Once his length was exposed, you placed a firm grip around the tender skin, matching your strokes to his desperate thrusting. Poor Corey was so hungry for the release that he began to whine and grunt. Hot tears trickled down the sides of his temples, dotting the carpet beside him.

“Shhh,” you hushed, half-forcefully and half-dotingly. You cupped your free hand over his mouth to keep him quiet. He looked so weak, so pathetic under the dominance of your hands. But he wanted every touch, and he would give in to your every demand for the pleasure.

His back arched against the floor, thrashing into orgasm. Hot streams trickled over your hand and onto his own sweat-slicked skin, spilling over his hip bones and into his navel. Once you had lifted your hand from his mouth, his gasping sounded more intense. All he could do was stare up at you, dazed.

Keeping up the act, at least for one more minute, you offered a small smile, wiping your hand on his pants. “You should clean yourself up,” you suggested, as you got up to leave the room. You intended to freshen up yourself and return as if nothing weird had happened at all.

Looking over your shoulder before exiting, you could see an exhausted Corey bite his lip.

“Are we… gonna play house again next weekend?” he questioned with a bashful smile.

“Only if you’re good,” you replied.

#corey cunningham smut #corey cunningham x reader

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Pollen of Eden

yippee first Hazbin Hotel fic (excluding that really old one I wrote when I was like 14 😭)

I’m pretty happy with how this turned out. Decided to jump on the bandwagon of writing Ad//am fics. Enjoy.

1089 words

| I am allowed to write what I want and I would appreciate it if you keep whatever rude comments you have to yourself |

The Garden of Eden is the closest to the idea of perfection that is possible, in the mortal realm that is. Adam and his wife Lilith shared the beautiful paradise. Despite being “married”, the two didn’t always enjoy each other's company. However, at the same time, the only company they had was each other. Minus the archangel Saint Lucifer who often came down to chat with Lilith. Something about him left a bad taste in Adam’s mouth. Recently, Lilith had only wanted to be with Lucifer. Adam was a bit jealous to say the least. Who wouldn’t be? You and your partner have a beautiful home to live in together and all they want to do is talk to some goofy angel.

Today was another one of those days where the two had a disagreement and parted ways for a bit. It was always over the littlest things. This particular time it had been about Lilith never wanting to spend any time with him. Adam got fed up and walked a good distance away to be by himself. He found a nice spot in the shade under some trees by a pond. The area surrounding the pond and trees was littered with various flowers. Sitting down, he sighs. He closes his eyes for a bit and only opens them again when he realizes that a duck has made itself comfortable in his lap. “What do you want?” He glared at the duck. Lucifer often spent time rambling on about how much he liked ducks and even gave Lilith her own duckling, which she named Petal. Seeing this duck only reminded him of the two. “You and your little duck friends are always all over the place.” The duck looked back at him, cocking its head and quacking in response. Adam chuckles. “Am I really so desperate for someone to talk to that I’m conversing with a duck?” He gives it a pat on the head.

A gentle breeze blew through the trees and flower field. The duck fluffed his feathers to keep warm. Adam smiled seeing how peaceful and happy it seemed all comfy in his lap. A flower slowly drifted through the air and landed on the ducks back. Picking up the flower, Adam smelt it. He isn’t quite sure what type of flower it is, but it certainly smells nice. Maybe he’ll give it to Lilith as an apology for-

“-’dDSHh-EH!!” His newly found duck friend jerks its head up and looks at him. “Sorry buddy,” he smiles. “Didn’t mean to wake yo..” He paused for a brief moment, tilting his head back slightly. “hEDd’shoo!!” The duck quacks a few times. Whether it be sympathy or annoyance isn’t clear. Nonetheless, it remains on his lap. As the wind continues to blow, pollen from the surrounding trees and flowers drifts through the air. “HDd’tchoo! heEH’d-shEH!!” He rubs his nose, trying to relieve the itchy tickling sensation. He hadn’t been allergic to any of the flowers in the garden before. Maybe this was simply God's way of telling him to stop being jealous. Regardless, he was allergic to the ones currently around him. “ehH-!! hEH!! Heh-!! Ugh.” Yep. This was karma. At least that’s the only explanation he could come up with. His newly found duck friend shakes off some of the pollen that had collected on his feathers. Despite turning to face the other direction and holding his breath, the irritant still makes its way into his system. “hHED-shUH!! hIH heEH-!! Bringing his hand to his face, he holds his nose shut to try and keep from making too much of a disturbance despite being alone (minus the duck). “-ptschh! ‘ktchs!! -dschs!! -tschh!!”

Upon realizing that refusing to let them out was getting him nowhere, he gave up trying to keep quiet. “hED’ch-EHH!! HdD-tcsch!! Eh-t’choo!! I hihh!! ca-ah!!n’t st-stop sne-EH!! hHE’TSCH-UH!!” The force of the last sneeze leaves him with thick snot pouring out from his nose and running down his face. “Eugh”, he grimaces at the thought of what he could possibly look like if someone were to be watching him. A loud gurgling sound is made as he attempts to snort back what he can of the snot back into his nose. Wiping his nose on the back of his hand, he absent mindedly glances down at the grass. It is only then that he notices a red and white corn snake. In a panic, he quickly grabs the duck, stands up and kicks the snake. We don’t recommend doing this under normal circumstances. “Get lost!!” The snake goes flying back in the direction of which it came. Sighing, he checks the area around him for any other snakes before sitting back down.

“Lucifer? Is everything alright? I thought I heard someone shouting.” Lilith wanders through the forest for a bit before finding the red and white corn snake draped over a tree branch like someone's laundry left out to air dry. “Lucifer!”

“I think I may have sssscared him a bit. Oopssss.”

She rushes to take him out of the tree and sets him on the ground. Turning back into an archangel, Lucifer smiles. His hair is a bit messed up but other than that he seems fine. “He is a short way down there. He’s sitting with a duck on his lap.” Lilith smiles. “Thank you, Lucifer.” With a small puff of smoke, the archangel turns into a small dove. Adam is much less likely to be scared that way. Flying alongside Lilith, the two find Adam sitting under the tree. “Adam, dear?” Adam looks up at his wife, smiling. “Hey.” As she sits next to him, he holds out the flower. “I snf wanted to give this to you.” He tucks it into her hair. Lilith giggles. “Thank you Adam.” She kisses him on the cheek. “I thought you’d like it. I know purple is your fa-..heh..hEH-Choo!! eEH’ShOO!! Hed’DCHOO!” He turns away to keep from sneezing on her. Laughing, she wraps him in a hug. “Thank you Adam. I love it.” Adam blushes. “I’m snff glad you li-iIH!!-ke i-IIHT’sSH-Eh!!” Lilith kisses him again, this time on the mouth. “Bless you, love.” The dove lands on Liliths shoulder and she looks at him, nodding. He flies without their field of vision before returning to his angel form and going back to heaven.

God forbid Adam slip up and hurt Lilith. Lucifer now has something he can use against him. But that won’t be necessary. Angels are merciful after all. Right?

#haz//bin//ho//tel// #hazbin snz #simper fics #simper writes #Ad//am #Li//ith #Luci//fer #snzfic #snzblr #snzkink

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Sunflower, will you...

Miles turns his body on his seat wearing all white since him and are friends celebrating him and Hobie's anniversary. They decided to do a beach party with at Miguel's private beach house in 928 world.

Everyone is always impressed how much money Miguel has, even when it comes to owning HQ and multiple houses- probably Lyla is able to make him rich quick with her skills.

Anyway, everyone was out wearing nice beach dresses and outfits to fit the warm Spring celebration. There was games, drinks, food and music on the large patio. Peter 616 working with Miguel on the grill, since he claims his burgers are amazing, while Miguel claims his carne asada is better than Peter's basic burgers.

"Oh come on, Miggy. My burgers are true! You can't have a beach party without burgers?" Peter said out loud wearing an apron that said 'The Grillfather', while bits of his gray hair fell over his head.

Miguel scoffs, "Pfft, una carne asada is the best way to good. Así!" He flip a large piece of steak on the other part of the grill while he wore 'Kiss the Chef' apron. He ran his mix of brown and gray hairs back with his hand feeling the windy sea salt breeze. "Gabriella, tráeme una cerveza!" He needed a cold one for today's perfect weather.

"Yeah,. Mayday! Get me one too!" Peter shouted.

Jess stood with MJ with a chuckle, "Men and their grills."

"Tell me, about it. Peter bought so many BBQ books to make the perfect burger." MJ giggles.

"OKay. Okay!" Gabriella said out loud with Mayday follow her as the two were busy playing Volleyball with Gerald and Billie.

Miles chuckles watch those two old Spider-men never stop bickering at each other. Gwen came by wearing a white tank top wearing flowy linen skirt, she had her long blond hair still dyed in rainbow colors underweight style, she still had her shave side with long side bangs , "Ohh, looks like your bae is coming this way."

"Hahaha, of course." Miles faces his partner, seeing Hobie walking over wearing loose linen casual short sleeve button up shirt, and some shorts with flip flops. Of course, he's wearing in black with some Hobie's punk touches to remain true to his fashion aesthetics. His button up shirt wide open to reveal his bare chest.

Unlike Miles, he wore all white with a bit of yellow flowers and cute designs and long cotton mix linen pants with flip flops. Pavtri stood with his wavy long hair tied into a man bun, then grins showing a bit of wrinkle smile, "Ohhh, what's he up too?"

Hobie came up to his partner with a smile on his face seeing his old Spider band friends around them. "Sunflower..."

"Bae." Miles smiles at him, showing the same love as they were sixteen. Nothing has change. Hobie had his longer thick wicks and grew out a goatee, which looks so handsome on him.

The tall man got down on one knee making everyone looking over with snickering and smiles. "Sunflower, will you marry me?" He grins widely with a playful smile, he reveals a box with a simple ring.

"Awee!" The women were awed at the romantic gesture while the men were chuckling.

Miles couldn't help letting out a shrill of giggles, "Hobie, we been married for thirty years now. You don't need to ask me every year to marry you."

Gwen and Pavtri laughs out loud. Hobie gave a puppy pout with his eyes going big like a teary Precious Moment character, "So, is that a no?"

"Aye, este chico." Miguel commented at this ridiculous proposal. The Spider Punker always do this since those two married.

Gabriella, a woman laughs at her dad's words as she passed him a beer, "Papá, you shouldn't be drinking so much. The doctor said you need to watch your intake."

"Ah, that doctor can go kiss my ass. I work too damn hard as Spider-man." He took a cold beer.

Mayday giggles, "I think it's cute. Hobie really loves Miles." A young Spider-woman with long wavy red hair as she handed a beer to her dad.

Miles cup his husband's face with his thumb gently massaging Hobie's cheek, his big doe eyes staring deep at his Punker's eyes, "Hobie, mi amor. No matter how many times you ask me, I will always say yes! I love you. So, yes, I will marry you." He gave him a peck on the lips.

Hobie happily took the kiss as the two been happily together in their fifties. He hugs his husband, "That's what I like to hear." Hobie put the ring in his husband's ring finger which made Miles giggles.

"Bae, you gotta chill with the rings. I don't have enough fingers for all the rings you give me." Miles kisses his husband again.

"I can't help myself, luv. This one is special, I made it mi-self, darling." The punker saw his husband's smiles widen showing more of his wrinkle smile. Even though, they were older they still look good for their age. His heart melts still seeing his Sunflower's big honey-brown eyes as if they first dated.

"Mm, then I'll have to wear this everyday then." Miles admire the gift, "I love it, bae. Thank you."

"Anything for you."

Billie already a grown woman happily went over to hug her big brother, "Awe, so cute. Hobie, how long your gonna do this? Don't you think proposing him every year is a bit much?"

"He loves me, boo-boo." Miles hugs his little sister. She grown to be a Detective in helping him solve cases on the Justice System and him being Spiderman.

"I will always show my Sunflower's my dying love, right luv." Hobie's one arm wraps on his husband's shoulders.

"I say keep going. It's so cute!" Pavtri said happily.

"For real, it's not hurting anybody." Gwen added.

Gabriella went over being so happy, "I wish I can find someone like you two! Ugh, but the dating community is sooo toxic right now."

"Your world, too!" Mayday gasps in shock, "Same!"

"Yeah, me too!" Billie let go of her brother to talk to the other women. "Like it's so shitty even when you try to get a good sneaky link."

"Aye, language!" Miles said, even though his sister is a grown woman, he always see her as his little boo-boo.

"Awe, what did I do?" Billie pouts.

Mayday giggles, "Come on, Miles! We're grown. We like having sex and meeting random guys on-" Gabriella roughly nudges her as she spotted their dad's glaring over. "Aye May, sshhhh! Our dads are listening!"

"Opps!"

"What was that May?" Peter asked in a serious tone.

"Nothing!" Mayday quickly said.

Miguel arched over to his daughter, "Hija, who are you seeing?"

"No one, papá!"

"Lyla!"

"No, papá! You can't make me be your little girl forever!"

"Like hell I can!" Miguel huffs.

Miles and Hobie chuckles as they got up to walk along the beach with their hands together, They tightly held each other, "Happy 30th anniversary, luv." Hobie felt Miles' head laying his head on his shoulder as they found a spot to watch the sunset.

"Mmm, happy anniversary, mi amor." Miles kisses his husband cheek. "I love you so much."

"Me too, darling. Me too." They nose nuzzle as the sunset and they kiss as a way to complete their perfect day. The party continues on with the craziness of their friends and families.

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #spider verse #spiderman #across the spider verse #flowerpunk #fanfic #spiderverse

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Spider Knight 3: Shocking News

Team J(N)PR were in their dorm each doing their thing until nora enters the room pushing the door hard and she would be with an expression of happiness and excitement on her face and everyone looks at nora confused and curious.

Ren: Nora did you drink coffe again?

Nora: No, I didn't drink coffee, I'm only like this because we were on the news!!!

Nora would get her scroll and everyone would stand behind her to watch the news which would start with Lisa Lavender packing up some papers and looking at the camera with a calm smile.

Lisa Lavender: Good morning people, today in the news we are going to comment on the reduction of crime in our city with the help of hunters and our vigilante spider knight.

She extended her arm to her right and there would be a panel with the city's crime graph that would be low and soon after it would show an image of team rwby and jnrp and on the side one of spider knight moving around the city but the photo would be blurred

Lisa Lavender: Our city is grateful for the help of these big hearted vigilantes now some interviews with citizens and their opinions about the hunters and spider knight.

The camera switches to Lisa walking through the city with her camera man accompanying her until they stop to talk to an old woman who is waiting for a bus. A bakery owner. and a mother who was on the playground with her daughter.

Lisa lavender: Good morning, madam/sir, we at the newspaper want to know what your opinions are about the heroes of our city.

Old lady: Ah they are being good boys and girls protecting us from those villains and criminals!

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Bakery Owner: Yes beacons students are great hunters and I believe they can go far already that insect man he should be arrested going to save the city and not having any record that is against the law!!

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Mother (thirsty milf): Spider knight is a great example for the youth and children of our city and I really appreciate him for saving my daughter when she was playing in the street and I promise to pay him back someday~~

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Some time passed, JNPR and RWBY were talking about the news and jaune would say that he would stop by the city but he would come back in the afternoon to go out with his team so they could celebrate for appearing in the newspaper. After jaune got away from his team he would put on his suit and go to the valley and he was swinging from building to building with his web until he heard some sirens and followed to where the police cars were going.

The police cars were stopped in front of a bank that would have its door burst and then spider knight swings himself into the bank carefully and guards himself on the ceiling seeing someone wearing a strange costume and who had two gauntlets breaking the door of metal from the safe and would enter seeing all the money kept and spider knight seeing the opportunity would enter and trap the villain against the wall with his web.

Spider Knight: Sorry buddy but if you wanted to deposit or withdraw money you should wait until 2 pm, that time is perfect, there's almost no queue. But tell me who are you human pineapple?

Shocker would let out a grunt and free himself from the webs and aimed his gauntlet at spider knight shooting at the same a sound wave throwing him against a pillar and he would look at seeing shocker coming out of the vault with some bags of money.

Shocker: My name is shocker. And I'm not here to play games, I just came to collect my paycheck.

Spider knight would stretch and look at shocker and be in a position to fight and shocker seeing this would shoot more sonic waves in the direction of spider knight but he will dodge swinging with his webs.

Spider Knight: Dude I love the gauntlets you have there I know two people who would love to have them can you tell me where to buy them or you did yourself?

Shocker: Why don't you come closer to see them up close!

He threw another sound wave in the direction of spider knight that deviated but would catch the debris that was going towards the window and throw it in shocker making him deconcentrate.

Spider knight seeing the opportunity approaches shocker giving him some punches and in the last punch he would try in the head and get hurt because schoker was wearing a metal helmet and seeing spider knight up close and shot another wave of sound making spider knight fall on the floor hurt and you could see the aura of the same blink so he aimed his gauntlets and shot a sound ray making his aura blink but before breaking he notices that the ceiling was almost breaking he throws the webs on the ceiling and pulls them making debris from the ceiling falling on top of schoker causing him to pass out.

Spider Knight: Ok let's see what we have here… Damn I think I have some broken ribs..

Spider knight approaches the passed out shocker and takes off his gauntlets and catches him handing him over to the police outside and he looks at the gauntlets that have a name crossed out something like ''schnee tech co-..'' , Spider Knight would look at the cops in a figure would be approaching him and would extend her hand towards him and she would have a serious expression on her face.

Yuriko Watanabe: Thanks for the help spider knight but i think it would be you rest after this fight and nice to meet you my name is yuriko watana be i am the captain of the vale police department.

Spider Knight: Dinada lady yuri and I think you better keep these gauntlets you can use for some investigation…

Spider knight delivers the gloves to yuri but before taking a picture and leaving the place and going to beacon and changing clothes and spending his time with his friends until very late he goes on the roof and sees pyrrha sitting on a bench looking at the sky and he approaches her sitting next to her.

Jaune: Today was pretty cool we were on tv and had a really fun day in the city don't you think?

Pyrrha: Hey, it was pretty cool…

Jaune would notice the sad and half despondent expression on pyrrha's face and put a hand on her shoulder which would make her slightly blush and look at jaune with curiosity and slightly confusion.

Jaune: Hey if something is bothering? You can tell to me pyrrha if it's ok for you.

Pyrrha: I'm just afraid that the fame I have as ''Invincible Girl'' will get in the way of you, Nora or ren or any of our friends..

Jaune: It doesn't stay like that pyrrha I think the most important thing is not the fame itself, It is having you with us and what matters is that you are a great team partner and friend.

Jaune would say that with a big smile on his face and would look at the sky and point to seeing a shooting star and pyrrha would be blushing and with a calm smile and would look at the shooting star with jaune holding his hand.

(Post credit)

Ozpin was in his room until glynda would arrive and give his tablet to ozpin and he opened it seeing the images of the shocker suit and his gauntlets.

Ozpin: Do you think that jacques is behind these weapons of these villains that are appearing in the city?

Glynda: Yuri said she would try to contact altas police and see if they can investigate this but for now we can leave the possibility that the schnee technology is being stolen or jacques is being sold behind his family and ironwood.

Ozpin would drink some coffee and look at two gauntlets and costume and then at glynda and she would look at him with an expression of curiosity and confusion.

Ozpin: Let's study this case, but before we have any thoughts that might harm us in the future, we have to protect this kingdom and this academy.

(Also yuri and shoker are they version of spider man from ps4)

#rwby #rwby au #jaune arc #lie ren #nora valkyrie #pyrrha nikos #shocker #spider man au #spider knight #rwby jaune arc #rwby pyrrha nikos #rwby arkos #arkos #ozpin #glynda goodwitch #yuri watanabe

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More Precious Than Rubies: Part 5a

This is an alternate timeline story that has a Rafael Barba track and a Sonny Carisi track. The two paths split off in part 3.

WC: 5223

TW: Idiots in love; smut (drinking but not impaired; PiV, unprotected). 18+ only.

AN: The prompt was "How about you make me?"

If Barba had been irritated by how much space you were taking up in his head before, he was doubly maddened now.  You weren’t just taking up space at this point – you were moved in and living rent free.

Your case load with SVU waxed and waned.  Sometimes you had a whole slate of cases against him, and other times he went for stretches without facing off against you.  Still, he saw you all the time at the courthouse, and you were usually arguing with some other ADA.  Barba usually felt a sting of jealousy when he did.  He wondered if you called Niles “Yale Law” or if you smirked at Cox.

He was still nettled by your comment about O’Dwyer being a better ADA than him, even if he was mostly certain that you were just teasing him.

At least you shook his hand after trials now.  He had hated it when you’d pointedly ignore him, but it was his own fault for taking a shot at your age by calling you “Girl Wonder.”  He knew how hard it could be to be a lawyer fresh off the bar exam, and he assumed it was twice as hard for a baby-faced young woman.

You didn’t seem to mind being called “Fordham Law,” and you always responded with a grin and rejoinder of calling him “Harvard Law.”  And you never said it with a sneer – usually, Barba’s opponents used his Ivy League education against him, implying that he was some sort of out-of-touch elite.

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The New York City Law Association was holding its annual charity event.  Barba could think of a million things he’d rather do on a Saturday night other than socialize with other lawyers, but networking was part of his unofficial job duties, and McCoy made it clear that he expected all of his ADAs to attend.  Barba put on his tuxedo and got a taxi to Brooklyn.

The only thing that the NYCLA had going for it was its commitment to out-of-the-way and unique venues.  The District Attorney’s office stuck with the usual hotel ballrooms for their events, but the NYCLA always found some new place.  This year was the New York Transit Museum.

He made his way to the bar and snagged a scotch, then made a quick sweep of the room.  He saw some familiar faces but no one he wanted to talk to, so he wandered off to look at some of the exhibits.

There were people milling around and looking at the offerings – the old subway cars, the old maps and photos of the subway construction.  Then Barba saw you.  You were in a deep oxblood cocktail dress, so dark is was almost black, and your hair was down and loose.  You had your back to him, but (he was ashamed to admit), he’d know your ass anywhere.

He strolled over and pretended to look at the same exhibit that you were engrossed by – old fare boxes through the years.  You turned and looked at him, and smiled when you recognized him.

“Barba,” you said, and you looked him over.  “You clean up nice.  A far cry from your usual off-the-rack sackcloth.”

“Counselor,” he replied.  “I’m surprised to see you here.  Shouldn’t you be off visiting some serial masturbating client in prison?”

You pouted at this, and Barba tried to ignore how kissable you looked in your deep red lipstick.  “My serial masturbating client isn’t in prison, Barba.  Remember?  I won him a ‘not guilty’ verdict, from you, if I recall correctly.”

“One of your rare victories.”

You took a sip of your drink; it looked like cola and something, in a rock glass with a twist of lime.  “Ah, but those rare victories against you are so sweet.  The sound of you grinding your teeth when I win…it sustains me through the lean times.”

Barba scoffed.  “I don’t grind my teeth.  Besides, get ready for another lean period.  The Alexi case…I’ll have a guilty verdict within an hour of the jury retiring.”

You polished off your drink and turned to walk to the bar, and Barba followed.  “We’ll see,” you said as you strolled beside him.  “I think Judge Catalano will have some thoughts about the integrity of the lab once I talk with him.”

At the bar, you made eye contact with a bartender and tapped on your glass, and the woman nodded at you in understanding.  You turned to face Barba, leaning back against the bar.  “We all know that the medical examiner’s office is compromised after the Rudnick disaster.”

Barba groaned.  “Oh, don’t start with that.”  He reached across the bar to hand you your drink, and you both settled at a nearby table.  “You know damned well that Rudnick was an anomaly…”

“How can I know that?  How can anyone?  Any single case he oversaw could be compromised…”

“…but you know that’s not the case….”

“All I know is that a crucial link in the chain of custody was being overseen by an actual serial killer, Barba, and…”

He sat his scotch down specifically so that he could throw up his hands.  “You’re impossible!  You’ll only be happy when the prisons are empty and every bad guy in the world is released with a hug and an apology!”

This made you burst into a gale of laughter, so loud and unexpected that you placed a hand over your mouth.  He watched you laugh for a long moment, smiling a bit at the sight of it.  Once you calmed down, your laughs trailed to the occasional hiccupped giggle, you took a deep swallow of your drink and grinned.  “That’s what you think of me, Harvard Law?”

He polished off his own scotch and flagged down a wandering server to order another.  “I think you’ve got a good head for law and a soft heart.  I think the world hasn’t worn you down yet, but in public defense, it seems inevitable.”

Your wide grin faltered a bit, but before you could refute his claim, two women made their way over to your table, waving and calling you.  You looked over at them and your smile returned.

“Who let you in?” you teased.  “This exclusive organization has clearly lowered its standards.”

The taller woman scoffed and leaned in to hug you, but the shorter red-head looked hard at Barba before turning to hug you too. 

“Barba, these are my friends from Fordham,” you introduced.  “Chauncy and Sarah.  Guys, this is ADA Rafael Barba.”

There was a flurry of handshakes, and Chauncy’s seemed especially firm.  “You handled the Jackie Walker disaster,” she said.  Barba winced to remember the flubbed case against the innocent man, and the red-head saw his discomfort.  “Don’t sweat it,” she continued.  “I’m representing his civil case against the NYPD.  I’ll get him a nice payday to soothe the fact that his career and reputation was destroyed.”

The tall woman laid a gentle hand on Chauncy.  “Play nice,” she warned.

You had just watched the interaction, then offered to go get drinks for everyone.  Before anyone could object, you were off to the bar, and the remaining three exchanged wary looks.

You returned laden down with an armful of glasses and a wide grin that he recognized.  “Open bar, guys,” you said.   You plunked down another scotch for Barba and then everyone else’s drinks.  “Drink up.  I got shots.”  He watched you place an electric pink shot glass in front of everyone, him included.

Sarah laughed at you.  “What’s this shot called?” she asked.

You shook your head at her.  “You know what it is.”

“Say it.”  Sarah said.  She and Chauncy started chanting “say it, say it” until you were ducking your head in embarrassment.

Chauncy looked at Barba and explained it to him:  “She tried to order a certain drink when she turned twenty-one and we took her out to celebrate.”

“It’s the only alcoholic drink she knew,” Sarah added.

“But she was too embarrassed to say ‘sex,’ so she called it ‘Love on the Beach,’” Chauncy finished.

“And these jackals picked up on it immediately,” you said with a rueful shake of your head, but you refused to quite meet his gaze.  “And they spent the next four years – and apparently this evening – making me order drinks and shots based on how filthy the name was.”

Barba picked up the shot glass with its nuclear pink liquid, playing along.  He’d never seen you look so discomfited, and he loved it.  “So what’s this one called?”

“It’s got peach schnapps, coconut rum, cherry vodka….”

“He didn’t ask what was in it, Sparky,” Sarah teased, and Barba gave a bark of laughter at your apparent nickname.

“Sparky?” he asked incredulous. 

You heaved a heavy, beleaguered sigh.  “They called me ‘Sparky’ because a professor called me a sparkplug once when I got worked up and argued a case in class.”  You picked up the shot and regarded it for a moment, then mumbled in a rush, “and this is called a Killer Pussy.”  You stuttered on the last word, scrunched your face in embarrassment, then threw back the shot.  Then turned on your heel and marched off for more booze, the laughter from your table at your back. 

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This is how the evening progressed:  you got everyone drinks, socializing as you came and went to the bar with people you passed.  Your friends ordered different shots and tried to make you say what they were.  Sometimes you muttered it in passing, other times you dug your heels in and refused to say it, making your friends howl with laughter.  It wasn’t mean spirited though – you laughed and relaxed with each drink you threw back.  You only did about half of the shots, preferring your mixed cola and whatever.

Every time you wandered off, Barba asked general questions about you to your friends, and they (lawyers in their own right) saw right through him. 

“Why do you care?” asked Sarah.  “You like her?”

“I just face off against her a lot in court,” he offered.  “Might help to know her weak spots.”

Chauncy scoffed at this, like she didn’t believe him.  “Sure.  We wouldn’t help you beat her in court.”  A sly look crossed her face as she looked Barba over like a butcher appraising a cow.  “Maybe if you had more…personal reasons though…”

He felt his face grow warm, but you came back just then with another round (you wouldn’t name the shot, so Sarah said it and Barba heard you audibly wince when she did).  Then dinner was served.

A relative silence descended over the table as everyone ate, and Chauncy took the opportunity to ask you, rather pointedly, if you were seeing anyone.

“No,” you replied with a shake of your head.  You sawed off another piece of steak, happy to leave it at that.

But your friend persisted.  “Maybe you could find someone here,” she tried, and Barba shot her a glare across the table that she only batted her eyes at.

“Doubtful,” you said around a bite of steak.  You glanced around the room.  “Though I see the Bronx ADA that I went on a date with once.  Not my type.”

Barba glanced over to where you were looking – he knew the Bronx ADA you were looking at.  ADA Williams and Barba had started in New York together.  He cleared his throat when you casually brushed off his colleague.  Likely you had an upper age limit on potential suitors.  “Why isn’t he your type?” he asked.

You shrugged and moved onto your mashed potatoes.  “He’s a jerk, and I found out after the fact that he’s still married.  He obviously struggles with the fidelity thing.  It’s a deal-breaker.”  Then you wiped your mouth with your napkin and excused yourself to use the restroom.

Your friends clucked in sympathy and filled him in.  “Her first boyfriend, Jason, cheated on her for a year before she found out.  And her last boyfriend, Dom…well, the working theory is that he cheated too,” said Sarah.

“He’s a cop.  He had a cute little blonde partner that apparently came between them,” Chauncy added.  “Missed their anniversary dinner.”

Sarah sighed.  “I remember that.  She called me, crying.”  She glanced over at Barba and pointed at him.  “This is top secret.  You’re in the inner circle now, so don’t repeat it.”

Chauncy pointed too.  “Inner circle.  You drink the Killer Pussy, you’re in the club.  The only way out of the club is death.”

He held up his hands in surrender.  You eventually returned to your seat, and Barba looked you over.  If your eyes looked a little watery and red-rimmed, he couldn’t tell if it was from the alcohol or if you’d been crying. 

You were a fierce competitor in the courtroom and an irritating presence besides, but he felt a sympathetic comradery with you.  He’d been cheated on when he was around your age, and he had thrown himself into his work.  Like you seemed to be doing.  He pretended to be uninterested in romance, as you seemed to be now.  And he knew where that sort of life would lead:  you nearing forty, alone and bitter and convinced that you’d never find anyone.  Caught in a terrible limbo of being lonely and wanting love, but too terrified of being hurt again.

Suddenly your reaction at the 16th precinct made more sense.  He also knew that if he ever got the chance, he’d kick Carisi’s skinny ass down the courthouse steps.

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After dinner, there were the usual speeches about it being another great year.  There was a slideshow of all the conferences and opportunities they’d created, how membership grew, how so many law articles had been published and legislation drafted.  Then the lights were turned down a fraction and the music was turned up.  Sarah and Chauncy drifted off to dance and mingle with other people, but Barba was perfectly content to pick up the dropped thread of your earlier conversation.  You both stood and went to the bar, got fresh drinks, then lingered by the edge of the dance floor.

Arguing with him seemed to revive you – you’d been unusually quiet ever since dinner, but as soon as Barba brought up the Alexi case again, you got that glint in your eye again.

“Forget the tainted lab results then,” you said.  “I have serious doubts that the rest of the evidence was even legally attained.”

Barba rolled his eye elaborately, which made you roll your eyes at him.  You continued, “there’s a lot of established case law regarding non-English speaking suspects being Mirandized in English only….”

“Your client speaks English, Sparky.”

You narrowed your eyes at him until they were slits, and your scrunched your face up again.  It was probably supposed to look mean, but you looked charming.  Barba wanted to kiss your frowning mouth until your lipstick was smeared and you were smiling at him. 

“Don’t scowl at me,” he continued.  “It’s a great nickname.  It suits you.”  Your eyes narrowed even further, so he plucked your empty glass from you hand and pulled you onto the dance floor before you could protest.

Your dress was off-the-shoulder, and it revealed an expanse of your soft-looking skin – far more than you ever revealed with your courtroom suits.  But Barba was a gentleman, so he laid a hand lightly on your waist and led you in a simple box step around the floor.

“Kadyrbayev versus the Commonwealth of Massachusetts,” you continued.  “Knowing some English isn’t the same as having a competency of English.”

He snorted.  “Everyone knows the Miranda rights,” he started, but you cut him off before he could continue his train of thought. 

“Solid argument,” you agreed sarcastically.  “You write about how ‘everyone knows stuff’ for your law review article?”

Barba gritted his teeth, caught himself when you smirked at him knowingly, and felt his irritation rise.  You were closer to him than you’d ever been; you were close enough that he could smell your bright perfume and feel the stormy electric front he always felt when you were near him and fighting.  But the irritation was stronger than any desire he might feel for you.

“You’re so annoying,” he bit back lamely. 

“Solid,” you repeated.  You tilted your head at him and smiled.  “You’re just mad that I win against you.”

“Rarely.  You rarely win against me.”

“But it stings, doesn’t it?  You’re used to public defenders who barely try, and here comes this girl wonder…”

“Girl pain in the ass,” he grumbled, and you gave another loud laugh at this that startled him into a smile. 

“If you would just be willing to compromise on plea deals, it’d go easier for you.”

“It’s not my job to get plea deals,” he retorted.  “It’s my deal to deliver justice.”

You looked at him, staring straight into his eyes and giving him a jolt at how close your face was to his.  “Define justice, Barba.”

He twisted his mouth into a smirk and stared back at you.  “You need me to give you an introduction to justice?  Plato and Nicomachean ethics?  You skip that at Fordham so that you could go comfort people in jail and tell them it wasn’t their fault because a study once said that people who didn’t get hugged three times a day are more likely to…”

“God, you’re the worst.”  You dropped your hand from his shoulder and pulled your other hand from his grasp, and you marched off the dance floor.  You were slightly unsteady in your high heels, and Barba was at your elbow, following you.  You turned and glanced back at him.  “I meant utilitarianism versus retributivism, and you bring up hugs again.  What’s your deal with hugs, Barba?  You sound like every crusty old white guy ranting about how kids today are too soft….”

“That’s completely unfair,” he barked back, stung at the insinuation.  He wasn’t a monster; he was completely sympathetic to the challenges that poor people faced in the justice system.  You likely didn’t know that he grew up poor in the Bronx, and he was insulted that you thought he didn’t care about the people from his neighborhood…and all the other disenfranchised in the city and beyond.

“I’d slap you,” you replied, and you stopped and turned to look at him.  “But you’d try to twist the simple assault charge into attempted murder, probably.”  You paused, then added, “for justice’s sake.”

“It’d get you off the street at least,” he snapped.  “You could stop menacing the city with your fucking irritating mouth.”

Your eyes widened at his sudden use of profanity.  “Are we actually fighting now, Barba?  Is this us having a fight?”  You pointed between the two of you in disbelief. 

He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose before he looked at you again.  “You just never stop.  You always have some convoluted study or obscure case from some 1930’s backwater jurisdiction…”

“Like you ever stop!”  You threw your hands up in exasperation.  “You find the most tenuous ways to link a date-rape case back to Constitutional law, practically.”  You went on, made some claim that Barba would eventually cite the Articles of Confederation in a cyber-stalking case, but he was barely paying attention.  He couldn’t tell if you were really mad or not.  He’d never spent so much time with you arguing, so he wasn’t sure if this was its logical outcome.  You were ranting but punctuating your words with light laughs.  You were gesturing wildly but gifting him with half-smiles. 

He wanted to kiss you desperately, but he wasn’t sure if it was because you looked like the sexiest woman he’d ever seen or if because he just wanted you to shut up for a minute.

You were winding down now, and like in court, you linked your conclusion back to your opening statement.  “You never stop either, Barba,” you finished, and you squared off in front of him like you were expecting to actually fight him at this point.

He waited a moment, then simply said, “The Articles of Confederation didn’t outline the court system, so your analogy is very weak.”

You replied by growling at him, “just stop!” and he swore he saw actual murder in your glaring eyes.  He never got to see you thrown off your game like you seemed to be now. 

“How about your make me?” he teased.

You reached up, and for a split second he thought you actually were going to slap him.  Instead, you clasped a palm over his mouth, silencing him.  But he ducked his head out of your grasp with a chuckle, and the next thing he knew, your mouth was on his, cutting off his laugh as you pressed the length of your body against him.  All he could do was groan against you and snake his arms around you.  And then kiss you back.

The rest of the reception fell away, like the world always did when Barba was with you.  He felt you wrap your own hands around the back of his neck, tugging him closer to you.  You parted your lips and ran the tip of your tongue against the seam of his mouth, and he opened himself to you.

You slid your tongue into his mouth, and he groaned again to taste you.  He could feel his blood – already heated from dancing with you and teasing you – start to pool in his groin, and he pushed you away gently, breaking the kiss and looking at you.

Your pupils were huge, and your lipstick was blurred around the edges in that just-kissed look that drove him crazy.  Otherwise, you seemed sober – or sober enough to consent, or at least he convinced himself that you were.  To your credit, you weren’t slurring your words or stumbling or acting drunk.  Aside from kissing him out of nowhere.  That was unexpected, and possibly the result of impaired judgement.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, and you drew your brows in confusion before you nodded.

“I’m fine.” 

“Do you…do you want to get out of here?”  He could barely look at you; he wanted you so badly but wasn’t sure you were sober enough, but you seemed in your right mind.  But you had to be intoxicated to kiss him…maybe?

You cut off his circuitous thinking by reaching down and grabbing his wrist, and you tugged him towards the nearest exit, and Barba was too far gone himself, drunk on the sexual tension and/or murderous rage (Liv could never, ever find out), to do much higher thinking after that.

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You were silent as you led him to the street, then you muttered that you lived a few blocks away.  Barba just nodded, but he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him as the two of you walked to your place.  When you had to stop and wait for a light at a crosswalk, he pulled you back to him.  He kept waiting for you to push him away, to stop the whole chain-reaction that you’d started when you kissed him at the reception, but you didn’t.  You leaned into him and kissed him back just as fervently. 

Your apartment looked like a Victorian rowhouse, chopped into units, and as you led him up two floors, you informed him that Sarah and Chauncy lived on the second floor.  At the third landing, you pulled a bundle of keys from your clutch.  Your hands shook a bit as you tried to unlock the door, and Barba took the opportunity to sweep your hair away from the back of your neck and kiss you there, drawing the tip of his tongue along your heated skin and making your breath hitch.

Once inside, he practically kicked the door shut.  You knelt down to undo the narrow ankle straps of your shoes, and once out of them, you were much steadier on your feet.  When you turned to face him, he felt suddenly nervous.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked. 

You nodded and reached for him, but he held you at arms’ length.  “Did you have too much to drink?” he asked.

You pulled a face at this, then took a step backwards to balance on one foot in a semblance of a field sobriety test.  “I do solemnly swear that I am well within the legal limit of alcohol intake, and am furthermore consenting to the activities about to occur in this apartment.”

He smiled weakly.  “It’s just that you’re not my biggest fan usually….”.  You took a swift few steps over to him and placed your hand over his mouth again. 

“You’re a pain,” you said softly.  “You constantly fight me at work, you smirk at me, you called me Girl Wonder.  But I very much want you right now, if you want me.”

He did.  Very much.

He kissed the palm that covered his mouth, and when you pulled it away, he dipped his head and kissed your crimson lips, parted them to plunge his tongue and slide it against your own.  And from there, you both got increasingly desperate, pawing at each other and tugging at clothes and gasping each other’s names until it felt like you were both drowning and you were each the only chance of salvation for the other.

Barba shucked his own tuxedo as fast as he could as you shimmied out of your dress, revealing a sweetly sexy strapless black bra and panties.  He pulled you back to him, savoring the feel of your nearly naked frame pressed against him, and you buried your face in the sensitive juncture of his neck and kissed him while he fumbled with the clasp of your bra.  Once undone, he tossed it aside and then cupped your breasts in his big hands, and you arched yourself into him with a moan.

You pulled away from him with a sultry smile, then took his hand and led him into your bedroom.  He lifted you up with a grunt – you were deceptively heavy – and tossed you onto the bed, and you laughed until he joined you and latched onto first your left nipple and then your right, suckling them and then nipping at them with his teeth, and then swirling his tongue around them to soothe the sting of his light bites.  You tangled your hands in his hair, sometimes tugging him upward, sometimes pushing him into the valley of your breasts, and he grinned against your warm skin that smelled faintly of vanilla.  He worked your panties off of you as far as he could reach, and then he felt you kick them off into some shadowy corner of the room.

He wanted to take his time with you, but it was all too much, and he let you tug his head back up to yours.  You kissed again, nipping at his lower lip and sucking on it.  He slid his tongue into your mouth and felt your sharp intake of breath and then your groaning sigh as he reached down to the junction between your legs and slid one of his fingers into you.  He muttered a curse at how wet you were, how unbearably hot, and he wondered if it was all because of him.

You wriggled under him until he was completely on top of you.  And when you opened your legs to him, he removed his hand and replaced it with his cock – so hard that he could practically feel his heartbeat in it.  But despite the spinning room and the heady unreality of having you naked underneath him, he managed to pause and ask you if this is what you really wanted.

“Oh, yes,” you whispered, and your eyes had that same gleam in them as they did when you argued with him at work, so he gazed into them as he slid into your depths in one even motion.  Your eyelids fluttered and you moaned something unintelligible, so he paused again when was buried to the hilt and asked if you were okay.

To answer him, you wrapped first one leg and then the other around the small of his back, granting him an extra inch to sink into you as you pulled him closer.  He dropped his head beside yours with a growl, and he let your small heels dig into his ass and guide his thrusts until he found his own rhythm.  It wasn’t long before you were gasping his name, and then arching hard underneath him, so hard that you nearly bucked him off of you, and then squeezing his cock as you came against him.  And then he followed, unable to hold back, spilling himself deep inside of you. 

And from there, the alcohol and sex and maybe the exhaustion from your evening of bickering put you both to sleep before any awkwardness could descend.   You were both sprawled out at first but then drifted in sleep towards each other until you were curled against him, and his arm held you there.

Hours later, before sunrise, you both stirred and came awake in degrees.  Barba’s erection pressed against your hip, and he tried to pull away from you, embarrassed.  But you pressed a finger against his mouth to silence him before he could talk.  When he kissed it, you tilted your head at him and leaned down to press your own lips to his, and without a word exchanged, you straddled him, running your slick parts against him. 

“Is this really what you want?” you whispered, echoing his own question to you earlier.  He could only reply as you had.

“Oh, yes.”

You lowered yourself onto him, but it was less frenzied this time.  In the dim light, he could make out your outline as you rode him gently, sliding yourself off of him nearly all the way before impaling yourself.  Over and over and over, until he had to reach out and grab your hips to guide you in a faster pace, bouncing you onto him until you came.  You gasped his name again, and he felt his own orgasm coil up and then snap, and he came too.

And then another few hours of sleep.  When Barba woke up, fully sober and a little hungover, and the soft grey-pink light of dawn creeping through the blinds, he felt a sudden horror at what he’d done.  You were dead asleep:  your lips were parted as you snored lightly, and your hand was laid across his arm.  He moved it carefully to not wake you.

He should have never come to Brooklyn, he should have never drank at all, and he certainly should have never come back to your place.  And to have sex with you twice, when he wasn’t sure if you could really consent?  A terrible dread filled him, and he did the only thing he could do:  he slid out of bed, got dressed as quickly as he could, and fled.

He was halfway back across the Brooklyn Bridge when he second-guessed himself, but by now you’d be awake and realizing that he’d left you.  And fleeing was useless anyway:  your respective work heavily overlapped, and he’d have to face you sooner or later.

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[stwritings]

Funny Seeing You Here

Synopsis

Long time in-patient y/n was looking forward to her upcoming discharge date from the Hawkins Memorial Hospital. That is, until she became acquainted with an unlikely familiar face, Eddie Munson.

Author’s Note

This is a fix it fic following Stranger Things season 4, volume 2. In this fic, we’re going to forget the fact that the Duffer Brothers decided to delete Eddie from the series. :-) These events take place after the battle in the upside down. I’m also choosing to change the ending of season 4 by having the issue with the upside down resolved, therefore, Hawkins is not plagued by the massive earthquake that resulted in new portals being opened.

What To Expect

Slow burn, angst with a happy ending, fluff, smut in later chapters. ♡

Series Warnings

Mentions of mental health struggles, SMUT (in the later chapters, 18+ to read this story), angst with a happy ending, canon-typical violence.

Chapter 10

As she was barreling down the stairs not wanting to waste any more time, y/n’s mind was racing. She couldn’t believe how well that last interaction with Wayne had gone. All those worried thoughts and anxiety caused by lying when she could have been honest all along. It was a bit of a reality check for her. Maybe telling the truth wasn’t such a bad idea after all…

Upon arriving at their designated meet up spot, the smile she was already bearing grew twice as wide when Eddie met her gaze.

“You just love keeping me waiting, don’t you?” he teased.

“Oh man, how long have you been here?” she asked, concern now painted across her face.

“Not long, I’m just busting your balls. How was your day?” he asked leaning against the vending machine.

“Oh you know, same old.” Her responses were short, as she was still trying to catch her breathe from running down the stairwell.

“Not sure I do, is the 3rd floor any different than this one?” he asked.

“It’s pretty quiet, the maternity ward's up there.”

“You got a bundle of joy up there?” he asked whimsically.

Y/n froze. She knew he didn’t mean any offence by what he said, she was more so caught off guard by his question.

“Ah… I’m sorry that came out wrong. Let me try again; what brings you to this concrete box, slash prison?”

Y/n let out a soft chuckle, his dorkiness lightening the mood.

‘Now’s as good of a time as any.’ She thought. Remembering her previous interaction with Wayne eased her mind a little and gave her the confidence she was so desperately seeking to be honest with Eddie.

“I’m in a long-term patient care program, actually…” she trailed off, waiting for his reaction to assess whether she should continue speaking.

As he often did, Eddie was patiently listening, not wanting to interrupt. Despite being in one another’s brief presence these last few days, Eddie didn’t know much about her, and he was eager to learn.

Sensing y/n’s anxiety and reluctance to proceed, he chimed in. “Hence your extended knowledge of the menu here.”

She softly chuckled once more before a sigh escaped her lips. His lighthearted comment made her realize just how long she had been staying here. Too long.

“Yeah, gotta look out for newcomers, you’re welcome.”  She said, her head motioning towards the vending machine.

Eddie’s smile never faltered, it only varied in width. “Would you like to go for a walk?” he asked.

“Can you?” her face dropped the moment those words left her mouth.

“Can I walk? Yes, I can, thank you very much. If I get weak in the knees, I’ll be sure to let you know.” He teased.

“Oh god, I’m sorry that is NOT what I meant at all!” she began apologetically.

“I am equally hurt and offended. I will never recover from such disrespect.” He dramatically put his hand to his chest and stumbled back against the wall.

“Hey, don’t come crying to me when you pull a muscle, I’m a fast walker and have technically been walking longer than you have!” she said, leading them away from their initial spot.

“What? Aren’t we the same age?”

“Yes, but you’ve been in bed for almost a month now, so I have the upper hand.” she said, shooting him a mischievous grin.

“Not if I learned to walk before you did!”

“Do you have any evidence to back up these claims?” she challenged.

“No… I am tall though; Baby Eddie probably would have wanted to stretch out those legs and get to walking.”

“Eddie, that is not how that works!” she exclaimed, a laugh erupting from her chest.

“Do you have evidence to back up your claims???” he retorted with a fiery passion.

“Yeah, it’s this thing called Science; you might have heard of it.”

Eddie was smitten, he loved a good banter and it had been a while since he had met someone as witty as he was.

“There it is.” He began, nodding his head whilst looking up, appearing to have just solved a longstanding enigma.

“What?” she asked, slightly confused at his out of context response.

“The reason you graduated on time and I’m still working towards getting outta there.” He smiled shyly at her.

Y/n paused. Although she knew they were just teasing one another, the last thing she wanted to do was make him feel bad about still being in school.

“You know, you could have just been a very motivated baby.”

“A what now?” he asked with a puzzled look on his face.

“Maybe you were tired of crawling around. It’s hard on the knees, and an impractical way of getting around.”

“Spent a lot of time on your knees, y/n?” he said quizzically, raising an eyebrow.

“Excuse me?” She said, snapping up her head to look at him with narrow eyes.

“Oh, shit I’m so sorry, i-"

His sudden panic caused a laugh to erupt from her and she couldn’t hold her composure.

“I’m just messing with you, Eddie. You’re not the only one that can crack jokes.”

“You’re evil!!” he said, taking a step back, mouth agape, a smile slowly starting to form.

“Eh, I’ve been called worse.” She said shrugging her shoulders.

Silence fell as they both collected themselves from the burst of laughter that overcame them. They were doing laps around the 2nd floor as there weren’t many places to wander. It was once again a fairly quiet day with little visitors, which worked out in their favor. The noise reduction allowed for them to be more intimate with their conversations; not having to yell in order to hear one another.

“So, how long have you been in your program?” he asked, a warm smile and genuine curiosity displayed on his face.

“I’m not sure, really… It feels like forever, but if I had to guess, maybe 2 months. I’ve been in and out of the unit since I was 17 though.”

Silence. Y/n felt her palms begin to sweat as she waited anxiously for his response. Eddie wasn’t one to pry, especially if he sensed the person on the receiving end of his questions didn’t want to extrapolate, so he made sure to craft his response carefully.

“I get that, time gets lost when you’re stuck in a mindless routine.”

She had been staring at her shoes for most of their walk, but the minute he said that her eyes shot up at him; his words resonating with her everyday thoughts. This was the first time she had been so close to him, and the bright lights beaming from the ceilings made his features stand out. She noticed little details that had escaped her previously, like how perfectly symmetrical his facial features were and how slightly uneven his haircut was. Despite not fitting the beauty standard in Hawkins, he was objectively handsome. At least, she thought he was. An endearing smile crept up on her lips and she felt her cheeks become flushed.

Her sudden reaction and attentive stare made him blush as well, causing him to tug at the neckline of his shirt and clear his throat in an attempt to play it off. Y/n wasn’t sure of the reason, but the sight of his rosy cheeks made hers burn twice as bright. Turning away herself to gain composure, she glanced at a clock hanging on the wall, and boy was she glad she did. She was a few minutes shy of being late, time once again betraying her.

“Meeting you has made the routine a little less mindless though.” She began, involuntarily blushing once more as she gave him a timid smile.

“Only a little?” he said, once again playing up the dramatics. His hands fell to his knees, one hand shooting up to his chest a few seconds later.

“Those knees actin up? Can’t say I didn’t warn you” she said with a devilish smile on her face.

Eddie shot up from his crouched stance, amused but baffled at how quickly she thought on her feet.

“I do have to get back to my room though.” She stated, sorrow coating her tone.

“Want me to walk you up?” he offered.

“I’ll be okay, I have to run anyways so I’m not late, don’t want you to pull a muscle” she said smirking as she started towards the stairs.

“Hey, I am in my prime, stop treating me like I’m 90 years old!!”

She shot him one last smile before rushing back to meet Wayne, a feeling of warmth spreading from her face to her chest. Today was a good day.

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Chapter 11

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[letcaleslack]

Cale and co in Korea Part 4

[Part 1]

Dinner was finished and Choi Han tidied up, putting the left-overs in the fridge and gathering the plastic containers and used chopsticks in a trash bag. Cale meanwhile turned the TV on and was watching a news channel. The other group members joined him and tried to guess what the news commentator was talking about. If asked Cale would translate some parts.

He noticed that Choi Han had finished and walked up to him. “Let’s talk.”

To the group he said: “Choi Han and I will have a talk outside. Ah, Raon, you come, too.”

The three left the apartment, Raon turning invisible. Cale led them up the stairs and onto the roof. From there they had a good view over the city in the light of the setting sun.

Choi Han: “Cale-nim, I’m sorry I couldn’t help you.”

Cale: “With the phone? It’s fine. I understand. I shouldn’t have put you in the spot like that.”

Choi Han clenched his hands. “I know you don’t want your identity revealed. I also think you shouldn’t be forced to reveal your secrets because of this situation. I want to be helpful to you.”

Raon: “Choi Han, no one is helpful all the time. Even this great and mighty dragon has been useless at times. But those situations passed and things came up that I could help with. Even if you feel useless now, just tomorrow you might be the most useful of us all!”

Cale smiled. “That’s right. And I think you’ve helped a lot today. Didn’t you explain a lot of things so I didn’t have to? That you’re unfamiliar with technology is not your fault and though it’s unfortunate, it can be fixed easily enough.”

Choi Han: “Fixed?”

Cale smirked and pulled out a phone from his pocket. It was the phone of the second thug that had tried to attack them. “I’ll teach you some basic functionalities. Then we can use the phones to communicate when we’re apart.”

Choi Han was a fast student and got the hang of it quickly. Raon, too, observed how to navigate the smartphone menu.

Choi Han held the phone up: “Teaching me to use this so we can call each other, are you planning on going somewhere?”

Cale turned away and walked to the edge of the roof, looking into the distance. “I need to verify if this is really my old world and not a dimension that is just very similar to it.”

Choi Han: “I’ll accompany you!”

Cale: “No, Raon will come with me. I don’t think it’s a good idea to leave the group alone without anyone who is able to speak Korean. What if the neighbours want something? Or those thugs called the police? It’ll be a hassle.”

Choi Han stepped back. “I understand. I’ll wait for your return.”

Cale smirked: “If I’m lucky and that person has a night shift today, it shouldn’t take long.”

He jumped off the edge of the roof and small whirlwinds activated at his feet. “Raon, turn us invisible.”

******************

The office building was dark. Only a few of the numerous windows shone with artificial light. Cale flew to a specific window and looked into a familiar room, a room he had spent many day and night shifts in. As he had hoped Kim Rok Soo was indeed still working and he didn’t have to track him down. Cale observed the man. Kim Rok Soo looked the same as when they had briefly met during the battle at Puzzle City. He was filling out paperwork while sighing once in a while and carding a hand through his hair.

Raon turned to face him. He was visible only to Cale: “Human, I created a sound barrier. He can’t hear us. Is that the original Cale Henituse? Who is now in your old body?”

Cale: “Yes.”

Raon frowned. “He looks a lot older than I imagined. Almost as old as Granpa Deruth.”

Cale: “Well, we are middle-aged. Rok Soo is 43 and I’m 39 years old.”

Raon: “You’re old for a human.”

No, Cale thinks, you’re just too used to Dragons, Elves and Beast People who age a lot slower than humans. Didn’t I just say I’m middle-aged? Just because my old face has a few wrinkles-

Raon: “But, human, you’ll live a long life. I’ll make sure of it.”

Cale thinks that’s obvious. With the vitality of the heart and the essence of immortality from the world tree’s dagger of course he’ll live a long time.

Cale: “Let’s go in.”

He debated for a moment on how to open the window, before he simply knocked on it and signalled to Raon to disperse their invisibility. Rok Soo startled at the sound and whipped around, pointing a gun at the window. After seeing Cale and Raon he frowned and lowered the gun. He slid the window open and asked in the Roan common language: “What are you doing here?”

Cale: “It’s a long story.”

Rok Soo snorted. “It has to be considering you’re here which should be impossible unless the God of Death decided to meddle again.”

Cale: “Unfortunately, this time it’s not his fault.”

Rok Soo: “So, someone else is fucking with you.”

Cale scowled, Rok Soo smiled.

Cale: “Aren’t you going to let us in? What if someone sees?”

Rok Soo: “They’ll think they’re hallucinating because of lack of sleep. They’re used to terrifying monsters, not cute little dragons.” But he stepped aside and Cale and Raon climbed into the room.

Raon: “I’m not little! I’m already 7 years old! Nice to meet you, Cale Henituse, I’m Raon Miru.”

Rok Soo smiled. “Nice to meet you, too. I go by the name Kim Rok Soo now.”

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[fnafawoundleftbleedingau]

FNaF: Through The Static AU: Fic Sneak Peek part 12 (final)

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“You um, said you wanted to introduce other animatronics later, right?” Chica commented, now that these machines were moving, something about them put her on edge, and she found herself looking away. “The stage was only really made for three, and it’s the only stage we have, so…” “Ah.” William spoke, catching onto her line of thought. “Onto one of the issues I’m working out with them, soon, they’ll not be confined permanently to the stage, but rather, will be allowed to fully roam freely, why, they may even be able to help the four of you with your jobs.” “Can they scrub the bathrooms so I don’t have to anymore?” Bonnie snidely questioned. William seemingly opted not to respond as Foxy elbowed his friend in the ribs again. “The others I want to bring in once these three are functioning properly will be much the same, we’ll be able to have far more variety in what goes on on stage, and of how customers are able to interact with the new mascots.” William continued, a small, somehow emotionless smile on his face as he continued to look back at the stage. “For now, we’ll simply let everyone become accustomed to them up there on stage, and let them wander freely once we’re all used to their being here… I should have everything under control by then.” William assured, turning back towards the hallway beside the stage as he finished speaking. “But for now, we’ve work to do before we open for the day, hop to it.” As he wandered out of sight, Freddy, Foxy, Bonnie and Chica still found themselves frozen to the floor in front of the stage, with nothing more than the whirring and humming of these new “animatronics” as they moved to fill the silence they now found themselves in. “...I don’t think it’s just the customers who are gonna have questions.” Chica quietly admitted. “I think I’ve got them too, I just, haven’t figured out what they are yet.” “Me either.” Foxy responded, seemingly sharing her conflicted feelings. Perhaps the jerky and unsteady seeming movements of the old animatronics were a bit unsettling in their own right but… At least they’d moved like machines. Bonnie’s “people in costumes” comment was far from unfounded. Freddy took a few careful steps closer, from the lower angle he was at from them, he hoped to get a clearer look at their faces as they continued to keep their gazes down and mull about on the stage, silently inspecting both themselves and each other. He’d seemingly entered the line of sight of one of them, and froze as it suddenly set its robotic blue eyes thoroughly upon him. There was a brightness, a “life” in those eyes, that felt far too aware for comfort… FNaF: THROUGH THE STATIC SNEAK PEEK, END. PREVIOUS FIRST

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