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sketchfanda · 3 months

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A Little Moxxie Love:Patty Cake, Patty Cake!!

It's time once again folks, third being the charm here as we find ourselves in the studio set of Waifu Conoisseur but strangely no sign of the host himself or a studio audience. In fact the set looked more like one of those bar and stage floors you'd find at one of those swanky night clubs you'd find from the 20s to 40s. And sitting all by his lonesome at a table by the performance stage where the band would be set up was our guest stud of honour, the freckle possum himself who naturally was feeling a might bit suspicious right about now. After all given what went down the last two times he was on this, things got pornographic.

Moxxie:”Hello? Anyone there? This enter not be some bait and switch horror movie set up. Alrighty seriously where is that skull-headed lunatic and what’s he up to this time? Not that I don’t mind, it’s just that some of these encounters get pretty intense is all…” *The imp feeling his sense of caution grow with every passing second he didn’t hear a response or still found himself in solo company. It was particularly concerning that the host and mastermind of this show wasn't anywhere to be seen but there was no doubt he'd made the usual arrangements that would ensure a bruised pelvis and drained balls.*"Okay if I don't see or hear from anyone within the next minute or so? I'm going to firmly but politely make my way to the exit so don't call me, I'll call you okay?"*Not long after he had said this of course was the moment he felt he had gone and jinxed himself for the set-up as the lights dimmed a more shaded moody haze. A spotlight flicking on as it moved and shone onto the stage, stopping at the velvet curtain as a ghost band formed on the stage who proceeded to play their instruments.*

As soon as their tune kicked in, Moxxie could swear he had heard it somewhere before but just as he was looking to figure it out was when his brain hit the breaks to bring that train of thought to a screeching halt. With a good reason mind you as a figure emerged from behind the curtain beginning with the reveal of a luscious, long and well toned leg clad in a violet stocking and a red high heeled shoe, a split sparkling red skirt draped over it as its twin followed out to join it. Followed by their owner revealing herself in all her glory as Moxxie felt his jaw drop, eyes wide with shock and surprise as he found on the stage none other than the one and only Jessica freakin' rabbit herself. Oh there was no mistaking that it was her all right, those drawn bad girl curves with those voluptuous set of legs, the bouncing tits that only that dress could contain or that seductive face with those ruby red lips as her silky melodic voice began to sing for her audience of one.

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Jessica:*Moving with the silky grace and poise that only she could truly pull off, her heels clicking along the stage as if ensuring that Moxxie kept his attention on her. Every movement making her bubbly booty and meaty melons bounce and jiggle as the words poured forth from her crimson painted lips.*"You had plenty of money in 1922, You let other women make a fool of you,Why don't you do right Like some other men do?" *Soon as she was near the edge of the stage where his table was situated, Moxxie realised and notice that there was a stripper pole set up there. There was no way she was going to something like that, was she?*

Jessica:”Get out of here,Get me some money too….”*Indeed she was as her silk violet gloved hand took a grasp of the iron bar, proceeding to give a spin and a twirl, her skirt flowing like a silk scarf in the breeze. Moxxie’s gold glowing eyes widening as yes, Jessica Rabbit was giving him a pole dance!! It wasn’t going to get any further than that at least, right? Right?!”

Jessica:”You're sittin down and wonderin what it's all about If you ain't got no money, they will put you out, Why don't you do right, Like some other men do?” *The toon bombshell seemed to sense she had The imp’s curiosity and attention in the palm of her her hand, she worked that pole with sensual grace and magic. Reaching around to pull down the zipper to her dress behind her and let it slide down her thicc, curvy form. Blowing a kiss his way as she now stood on stage in just her gloves, stockings, heels and her Lacey bra and panties, making his libido sound off alarm bells. More so as she slid off of the stage and began making her way over to his table.*

Jessica:”Get out of here, Get me some money too…….”*The seeet little possum gulped nervously as Jessica nudged the table aside, ensuring no barrier stood between her and him. Her sultry face leaning close to him as her velvet glove hands moved to cup and caress his adorable freckled face. Teasing his Snow White hair, striped horns and and his little bow tie. Before undoing and throwing it aside.*

Jessica:”Now if you had prepared 20 years ago, You wouldn't be a wanderin now from door to door. Why don't you do right, Like some other men do?”*The classy imp was feeling his will power and sense of restraint become undone with every moment in the near naked presence of the stunner combined with little acts of intimacy. Were he anyone else, he’d likely have taken out his wallet to make it rain or tip her with some notes to motivate her performance. But seems just his company was all she needed as she sat in his lap, straddling it as she gave him a lapdance. His waist trapped by those luscious thighs as she hugged his face into the valley of her marshmallow melons.*

Jessica:”Get out of here,Get me some money too ,Get out of here ,Get me some money too….”*Her sultry voice continued its song as it was reaching its end, bumping and grinding against his crotch. Silently shuddering as she felt the telltale signs of a swelling bulge forming. Cameltoe rubbing and caressing as she continued smothering Moxxie with her tits before she tilted his head uo to look her in the eyes. Her gaze sensually hypnotic as she leaned in closer, lips inches away from his.*

Jessica:”Why don't you do right,Like some other men do?”*The song finished its play through, though instead of an audience applauding and calling for an encore? It instead conclude with Jessica pressing her lips to his Moxxie’s as the imp felt her tongue invade his mouth. Feeling her moan as she seemed to be trying to take his soul through this intimate, passionate liplock. Only for the redhead to break for air,a strand of saliva between them as she licked her sultry lips and pried herself away off of his lap.*

Moxxie was feeling himself feeling from the tandem assault of a striptease and lapdance from Jessica as well as her quite unexpected but not unwelcome kiss. Brain kicking back into function and focus in time to see the redhead bombshell peel off her Lacey panties followed by her unclamping her bra. Her wonderful slit and busty mounds laid bare before him as she stood now clad in just heels, stockings and gloves. Sensually giggling at his dumbstruck reaction as she made her way back over to his chair.

Moxxie:”………if this is a dream, don’t wake me up….or turn into some surreal nightmare….”*The sweet little possum wasn’t sure the how and why that mad man with the skull head managed to arrange this. All he knew was that life only gave you so many chances like this and you only had once shot with Jessica Rabbit! The redhead catching his attention as she grabbed and pulled off his coat, followed by unbuttoning his shirt before stopping at he fly of his pants. Her sultry green eyes twinkling with lust and mischief.*”Oooh crumbs….”

Jessica:*giggled as she unbuttoned and unzipped his fly. Sinking down to her knees as she spoke in that flirtatious manner that came so naturally to her.*”Just relax now handsome. This will be good for both us when you’re not tense…..”*A silent gasp escaping her luscious lips as she freed his cock from its constraints, in awe of the length and girth that stood before her. Her desire skyrocketing as her silky gloved hand grasped and began to stroke it.*”Mmm well now if this is how in the mood you are after my show? This will be real fun…”

Soon as she said those words, she planted a soft yet firm kiss on the tip of his red rod before cupping her splendid jugs in her hands. With which she proceeded to sandwich them between his imp cock as she stroked and massaged him with a titfuck. Feeling his length and girth pulse between her mounds as she kissed and licked the tip whenever it thrust near her ruby red lips. Moxxie's groans music to her ears as she took what remained exposed into mouth to suck and blow upon it.

The moment she did that, Moxxie of course couldn't be bothered to muster up any willpower or restraint against his libido, not when especially having a woman like this corrode his self control like acid melting through solid steel. Instead the thespian found himself grasping that lush silky mane of red hair and proceeding to pump and thrust his hips like the pistons of a jackhammer. Jessica's eyes widening with shock and awe which turned to lusty delight as she found herself on the receiving end of a vigorous face-fuck. Wet moans and gasps escaping her as she felt her mouth stuffed and her throat penetrated by inches of crimson red length and girth tickling her tonsils.

And how she loved every single damn second of it, a rising swelling bump going up and down as glowing pink hearts formed in her eyes. Drowning that cock in her saliva as Moxxie's heavy golfball sized babymakers smacked her chin. Hands massaging his quite gifted and well built legs as she felt as orgasmic as the first time with her honey bunny and of course their honeymoon. The tastebuds of her tongue dazlled with the flavour of his flowing pre as she rode this intense oral preview of what her pussy would be soon experiencing. That Millie girl was right when she told her that Moxxie and Roger had a lot in common as did she and the shortstack Wrath imp.

The other detail of course being they had themselves husbands who were total sweethearts that were hung like gods and total beasts in the sack to a point they couldn't be just one woman type of men. Oh no cocks that good had to be shared and experienced by other eager horny bitches why hell right about now her Roger was at a hotel room rocking the world of Penelope Pussycat. Speaking of worlds being rocked of course, the sultry redhead showgirl found herself doing just that as she finally found her pussy being taken to Satisfaction Avenue and back by Moxxie's red rocket. And oh was it a thrilling sensation to say the least.

It had started off simple enough, once she'd finished having her mouth used as a cocksleeve as she made him sit back in his seat to mount and straddle his lap. But the moment she had the tip of that saliva lubed-up dick penetrate, the sudden orgasm hit her body like a freight train. More so as inch after inch of that womb hammering veiny rod sank in until she had bottomed out, her booty resting atop those glorious balls. And then he started to move, hands grabbing and squeezing her bubble butt and Jessica was at a loss for words.

Not that she needed them, oh no, not when the walls and ceiling of the modified studio turned night club was echoing with the sounds of skin slapping sex and her deepthroated moans. Tongue dancing with Moxxie's in a sloppy kiss soon as he had her in a mating press after shifting from fucking her in variations of doggy style. His arms hugging and squeezing those plump, firm tits of hers as he continued to pound away at her sloppy, warm snatch. The velvet carpet an polished smooth mahogany wood floors becoming sticky with their sweat and juices as they showed no signs of stopping what so ever.

Now where was Millie you might ask? Oh she was watching in the Hospitality Room via a hidden camera, entertaining her voyeuristic street by fucking a lady Robo-Fizz with a brand M twin-ended strap-on. She knew it would be hot to see her man in action with THE bombshells among all Toons but this exceeded expectations. She was already looking forward to when she'd join in on of course, and looked forward to seeing what host had in store for Moxxie next.

That and of course she hoped he was enjoying the Thank You present she'd sent him. That being a night in the VIP room of Ozzie's in the company of some of the fine succubi on hand as staff to cater to his desires. The flaming skull-headed creative sitting slouched on a couch with a baker's dozen of horny bitches ready and willing to serve. Shooting a look at the unseen audience with just one thing to say. "Unlimited.....BITCHES!!"

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broadway-roxy · 1 year

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alrighty folks im officially IN

this ones for the girlies (gn) who LOVE marina and the diamonds

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rule number one is that you gotta have fun

but even when they’re done, you know you’ll be the last to run

rule number two, never give them a clue

just how much you’re blue

so le-let me tell you

this is what it means to be Ro-Lal

how to be a laid-back, chill gal

gotta be the bestest friend-pal, or I’ll

lo-o-o-o-se them all

what it means to be Ro-Lal

gotta boost the group morale

like herding them into a corral, or I’ll

l-o-o-o-se them all

(won’t let that happen, y’all)

rule number three, wear your heart on your cheek

smile so carefree, and be there for them guaranteed

rule number four, don’t let them hear you pour

alcohol down your,

sink or swim, but no more, more

this is what it means to be Ro-Lal

how to be a laid-back, chill gal

gotta be the bestest friend-pal, or I’ll

lo-o-o-o-se them all

what it means to be Ro-Lal

gotta boost the group morale

like herding them into a corral, or I’ll

l-o-o-o-se them all

i’ll do

whatever it will take

‘cause I don’t want

i don’t want my friends to break

so you

you may think that I’m a fake

can’t risk losing my friends babe

this is what it means to be Ro-Lal

how to be a laid-back, chill gal

gotta be the bestest friend-pal, or I’ll

lo-o-o-o-se them all

what it means to be Ro-Lal

gotta boost the group morale

like herding them into a corral, or I’ll

l-o-o-o-se them all

(won’t let that happen, y’all)

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flutteringphalanges · 2 years

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Summary: The sound of footsteps drew nearer as Hopper and Joyce stared intensely at one another in their holding cell, almost as if trying to burn the image of one other's face in their mind. His bruised hand found hers and though the mere movement caused him great pain, he squeezed it. "No matter what happens, we're gonna get out of this. You and me, we're gonna make it." She nodded her head, thumb brushing his knuckles. "I know." But as the door began to open, both secretly wondered if those words would be true.

(In which both Hopper and Joyce find themselves captured by the Russians after the Starcourt incident and trials they must face and endure before finding freedom together).

Rating: M

Relationship: Joyce/Hopper

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A/N: Hello folks! So the inspiration behind this story is from a dream I had in which Joyce had been captured alongside Hopper by the Russians. But instead of being put into the Kamchatka gulag like, Hopper, she was forced into a relationship/married to one of the high ranking officers. So as a result, both Hopper and Joyce are trying to save each other whilst not being caught. This is made especially hard because they know if one of them pulls something, the other one will suffer. I'm thinking each chapter will switch POV's (third person of course). I'll play around with it but I promise it will make sense! Also there will be a lot of Jopper moments despite the captivity-they will see each other a lot but I won't spoil how that will work. This story has dark themes, so be warned! But Jopper is and always will be endgame! Alrighty, here we go! -Jen

Chapter One: Joyce

The searing headache, a pain that seemed to mercilessly hammer within her skull as if trying to break through bone. That was the first sensation to greet her. Joyce swallowed hard, the faint metallic taste of blood on her tongue. Her eyes remained closed as she tried to piece together what fragments of a memory lay etched in her mind. One that would answer what had happened. One that had led her into the gates of Hell.

Starcourt Mall.

The Key.

Hopper…

She remembered standing alongside him in the room overlooking the machine. It had been hot. So hot as the rift glowed like a forest fire. Though she didn't admit it aloud, it frightened her. Joyce knew well enough what possibly lurched on the other side. What creatures it held. That's why they had to close it. That's why it had to be now. But in that moment, with Hopper by her side as they counted down to turn the keys, their plans had been foiled again. The Russian hitman. There had been a fight, but Hopper had won. He won and for the briefest of seconds, she thought everything was going to be okay.

Then the unthinkable happened. The image of Hopper's bruised and bloodied face as he urged her to turn the keys with a smile burned in the back of mind. His way of letting her know it was alright. That he wasn't afraid. And through anguish she did. For him. Forcing herself to finish the mission even though she knew the costs. Then the explosion happened and Joyce was thrown backwards. Everything faded away after that.

"The American is up."

Joyce's blood ran cold as the sound of a voice yanked her back into reality. Whoever it was, their accent was thick, and she knew well enough after today-if it still was today, what it was. Russian. Suddenly, Joyce found herself forced upright. She bit back a scream as the motion sent shock waves of pain throughout her head, bile rising in her stomach as the urge to vomit drew dangerously close. Finally, she found it within her to open her eyes. Something she found herself suddenly regretting.

"Hello, American."

Three men in uniforms stood before her, their faces unreadable. Joyce watched them from the chair she had previously been slouching forward in. This was a nightmare. It had to be. When she was knocked unconscious, perhaps this was nothing more than a fever dream. But as the taller of the soldiers stepped forward, adorned with military patches and pins, she realized such a mercy hadn't been granted.

"You must bear with me." He began, his eyes never leaving hers. "My English is not strong. But I do not think that will be much of a problem." The man bent down just enough to be at her level, and Joyce could smell the familiar scent of cigarettes on his hot breath. "I am Warden Melnikov, and you will address me as such. Understand?"

Joyce drew in a breath, but said nothing. The warden frowned.

"I do not take insubordination, especially from a woman," Melnikov growled. "I said, do you understand?"

Her eyes narrowed as she glared back at him in defiance. Fear had begun to pool in the pit of her stomach, but she thought of Hopper. Of the man she so deeply had cared about-and still did. The one she never had the chance to tell how she truly felt. Without warning, the warden drew his hand back and slapped her hard. Joyce couldn't help but yelp softly as the white, hot pain burned across her cheek. The noise caused the corners of the man's mouth to twitch slightly upward as he straightened up.

He tried again. "Do you understand?" And this time she nodded. "Good."

Until now, Joyce thought she understood what true vulnerability felt like. But as the warden began to pace back and forth, never had she felt so small. Every so often he paused, eyeing her as if at any given moment he'd strike her again. Building that sense of uncertainty. Showing her who had the upper hand in this.

"What is your name?" Melnikov finally broke the silence, stopping in his tracks. "Your name. What is it, American?"

Her mind instantly went to her children. Jonathan, Will, even El…whatever she told them, even as simple as her first name, how far would they be able to trace that information? How much danger would she put them in? If something happened to them, she'd never forgive herself. Joyce swallowed hard and shook her head. His hand came back down even harder than before.

"When I ask a question, you answer!" He spat, and Joyce prayed that he couldn't see that she was beginning to tremble. "What is your name?!"

Jonathan. Will. El. Jonathan. Will. El. Those three names replayed again and again in her mind. She could taste blood from where she had been biting down on her cheek. Joyce fought back the tears that had begun to prickle in her eyes. What would Hopper do? He wouldn't give in and neither would she. No matter what would happen. She shook her head again and closed her eyes, anticipating the sting of his hand.

"The bitch is stubborn." A bubble of triumph rose in Joyce's chest at the warden's words. "But there are other ways of finding out." And it bursted. "Let's bring them together and see who will break first."

Who will break first? The warden's words swirled in Joyce's mind as she found herself uncuffed from the chair and hoisted upwards. Her knees felt weak and if it hadn't been for the guards supporting her, she would've collapsed. The men spoke in Russian to one another as they began to haul Joyce from the room and down the hallway. She tried to listen, pick up any sort of hint as to what was going on. Any word that sounded slightly familiar. But there was not one to be found. And she could only give in as they half held, half dragged her down the corridor.

The door Joyce found herself stopped in front of wasn't as ominous as she expected. Old, sure, and in great need of a new paint job, but it was no giant, metal gateway that she had anticipated. By now, the conversation between the two men had ended. As one grabbed the door handle, the other looked her straight in the eyes.

"Try anything, American," he threatened. "You die."

Before she could react, Joyce found herself thrust into the room. She fell hard, barely able to catch herself as she hit the floor. The door closed behind her as the other guards walked inside, and once more she found herself hoisted onto her feet. It was then that she saw it. Or rather, who. Joyce's stomach clenched as she took in the sight of the badly bruised and battered man hanging by his wrists from the ceiling. The chains so tight she knew his circulation was being cut off. Their stares met and equal horror was shared between them. Hopper.

"No…"

The word was faint, his voice hoarse, but Joyce heard it clear as day. She was stunned. Her mind reeled as she tried to decide if it was due to the fact that he was still alive. That he had survived the explosion. Or that he, like her, was now trapped in the hands of the Russians. Joyce was so fixated on the Hopper that it wasn't until she was roughly forced into a chair that she snapped out of it. She saw the brief flicker of fury in his eyes as she winced in pain while being tightly bound in place.

"Ah, so Melnikov decided to hold the reunion early."

As soon as she had seen Hopper, Joyce had become oblivious to whatever else had been around her. Instantly, she found herself snapped back into reality as a man approached. He resembled the warden, in the sense of how he was dressed. Joyce couldn't help but notice the metals that stood out brightly against the dark green of his uniform. He certainly held power, but how much she was unsure. Hopper disappeared from her sight as he stepped in front of her line of vision.

"He neglected to tell me you were so pretty." The poor lighting in the room made his already dark eyes look black as he reached up and cupped her chin. "Like a doll." His grip tightened and Joyce's jaw began to hurt. "Wouldn't you agree?"

"Leave her alone!"

Hopper's voice cut through the air like a sharp knife. Joyce could only watch as the man let go of her face and turned to look at her friend. Shut up. She thought, as if concentrating on those words would actually silence him. Just shut up. Her heart began to pound as their capturer nodded to the guard closest to Hopper. With complete brute strength, the man brought his fist right into Hopper's stomach causing him to grunt in pain. Joyce internally screamed.

"So the American speaks." The smirk on the officer's face made her skin crawl. "I was beginning to worry you'd lost your ability to use your tongue." Another nod left Joyce to watch helplessly as Hopper received a punch to the ribs. "You were saying, American?"

"I said to leave her the hell alone." Hopper growled through clenched teeth. "She has nothing to do with this."

The man snorted, eyeing him with mock surprise. "Do you think I am an idiot, American? Just because you damaged the Motherland's facility does not mean we were unable to get what we needed." And from his pocket, Joyce watched as he produced what looked like a photograph. From the look of resentment on Hopper's face, she knew it wasn't good. "Does this or does this not match your woman?"

"Kinda hard to tell when your technology is shit!" Hopper spat, his eyes never once flickering over to Joyce.

Every punch and every jab Hopper took struck Joyce to her core. Yet he did not give in. Even as blood dripped down from his nose, he remained stoic. So badly she wanted to open her mouth and beg them to stop. So much so it hurt. But he'd always throw her that look-that stare begging her back to keep quiet. And she did.

As the officer opened his mouth to begin another round of questions, the door suddenly opened and a guard leaned in. She listened, and though the brief conversation was in Russian, she picked up on what she only could assume was a name. Barinov.

"Unfortunate," Barinov sighed. "Melnikov won't be joining us as I would've liked." Joyce regretted looking over at him as their eyes met. "I'm sure you are most displeased by this news." The sound of Hopper's chains rattling as he struggled met her ears. "You two were friends, yes?"

His dark humor didn't sit well as Joyce remained silent. Her wrists had begun to ache, but she did her best to ignore the pain. It was nothing compared to what Hopper was going through. Barinov frowned deeply as he continued to watch her, clearly not satisfied by her lack of participation.

"English may not be my native tongue, but I'm more well versed than most," Barinov stated, drawing closer to Joyce. "So when you ignore me, I know it isn't because you don't understand me." He reached forward, only this time his hand lightly gripped her throat. "What is your name? Who do you work for?"

Joyce stared straight back at him trying her best to show little emotion. When his fingers began to tighten, she dug her fingernails into her palms. She couldn't see Hopper from how Barinov had her head tilted, only the light that loomed over her head. Her throat burned, eyes watering as her body began to struggle for oxygen.

"Bastard, leave her alone!" Hopper roared. "I told you she doesn't know shit! Let her go, she can't fucking breathe!"

Ignoring the man's protests, Barinov squeezed harder causing Joyce to let out a squeak. "What is your name," he tried again. "And who do you work for?" White spots began to dance in her vision as her lungs begged for oxygen. "Answer the questions!"

Joyce's body betrayed her as she fought against Barinov's hold. She writhed in the chair, trying to knock herself backwards and away from him. All of it to no avail. But as she found herself falling away and drifting towards the darkness, a shout erupted in the room.

"Joyce! Her name is Joyce!"

Barinov let go of Joyce's throat, sending her into a coughing fit. She swallowed big gulps of air, trying her best to regain her composure. Through watery eyes, she watched as the officer made his way over to Hopper. When she caught his attention, she could read his expression. Apologetic. Creating a small crack in their wall of defense.

Barinov hummed pleasantly. "Joyce. A fitting name for such a pretty face." He brought his hand to her cheek and for a moment, Joyce thought he was about to hit her. Instead, he gently ran his fingers down, stroking the curve of her face. How she wished it had been a slap. "Surely one that doesn't belong here." He withdrew his hand and exhaled.

"Let her go." Hopper's breathing was labored as he spoke. "Just let her leave this place, wherever the hell we are. She won't say anything. Keep me and do whatever you like. Kill me, I don't give a shit. Just let her go. Please." And Joyce's heart broke at how pained his pleading sounded.

"No!" She managed to choke out, catching herself before she said his name. Eventually, she knew it would come out in the open, but for now, hers was enough. "Don't do this." Joyce looked to Barinov. "Please leave him alone."

A look of amusement appeared on the officer's face as he considered both of their demands. Joyce knew the likelihood of either being met was slim to none. That all of this was simply a game to him at this point. She tried to catch Hopper's eye, but he was still watching Barinov closely. If looks could kill, the hatred on the chief's face would've caused a massacre.

"I think I have heard of this before." Barinov mused, looking from one to the other. "In your country, you call them soap operas, yes? All of this between the two of you, very…" He paused as if trying to find the right word. "Dramatic, I believe that's right. Dramatic." The smile that appeared on his face was anything but warm as he clasped his hands together. "Anyway, my most important question has yet to be answered. Who do you work for?" And his eyes landed on Joyce.

"The United States of Kiss My Ass!" Hopper hissed before Joyce had a chance to think of a reply. "I told you, no one!"

Barinov was visibly unimpressed by the outburst. "I wasn't asking you, American." And with a wave of his hand, Joyce watched as one of the guards slammed his fist right into the side of Hopper's face causing him to fall silent. "Well? I am losing my patience. I am done with being reasonable."

It was almost as if it was involuntary. Her mind not registering what the consequences to her action would be. But the moment Barinov bent over and got right in her face, Joyce spit at him. He blinked, and she could've sworn she saw a glimmer of surprise flicker across his expression. The officer's nostrils flared as he wiped the saliva off of his cheek.

"I see." His tone had grown cold, void of any emotion. "A change of plans then."

Barinov turned his head and called out to the other guards. Joyce strained her neck trying to take a better glance at Hopper. The sight of him just dangling there made her stomach drop. Almost lifeless. And even though she knew he was still alive, the very sight of him like that made her want to vomit what little contents she had left within her.

"Perhaps you need time to think things over." Barinov spoke, staring down at Joyce. So he wasn't going to risk bending over again. Wise decision. "Have a nice sit in the dark while I have a few words with your friend."

Joyce found herself at the mercy of the guards as they unbound her. Held up by her arms, she glared up at Barinov whose height, unlike Hopper's, offered no comfort. The officer snapped his fingers and she watched as the other men dragged the chair she had previously been sitting in over to Hopper. She felt her breath catch in her throat, her heart beginning to pound much faster than before.

"What are you going to do to him?!" She demanded, unable to hide the panic in her voice. "What are you doing?!"

"When I was a boy, I loved learning about animals. My favorite was the elephant." The sinister grin Barinov gave Joyce caused her to struggle against the guards. "Do you think your friend likes elephants?"

Her feet scraped against the floor as the guards began to haul her away. Joyce shouted in protest, ignoring the ache in her neck as she looked over her shoulder to see Barinov standing beside Hopper. He watched her with keen interest and she wanted nothing more than to knee him right where it hurt.

"I'll see you soon, Joyce." Her name sounded like venom when he spoke it. "Think hard. Think about your friend."

The guards completely ignored Joyce as they escorted her down yet another corridor, far from the room she'd been in with Hopper. When they stopped in front of a new door, she half expected to be threatened again. But none surprisingly came. Instead, she found herself flung inside, landing hard on her shoulder as she hit the cold concrete. Joyce bit the inside of her cheek to keep from crying out. As she sat up, the last glimmer of light danced in front of her vision as the door was pulled closed. Joyce tried to hug her knees to her chest as complete and utter darkness seemed to swallow everything whole.

Seconds. Minutes. Hours. Joyce had lost the concept of time as she stayed locked away in the cell. She thought of Hopper and what was happening to him. If he was going to be okay. He had to be okay. And their kids. The boys and El. What of them? If today was the end, what would happen to them? If there was a higher power, she was grateful that Jonathan was old enough to legally have Will in his custody so he wouldn't be stuck with that bastard Lonnie. And El, surely she'd stay with them too. Somehow Sam Owens would find out, help them like he had in the past. Maybe Murray would even offer a helping hand too in some way. They would be fine, she couldn't afford to think otherwise.

Joyce inhaled, feeling the slight sting from her bruised cheek. She watched in the direction she could only assume was the door. Barinov would be back. His fascination with her told her that. Her mind wandered to dark places. Thoughts and scenarios of things that might happen. Horrible, awful things. Suddenly the sound of the door being unlocked brought her back to reality. Her body betrayed her as she froze in place, unable to move as it swung open.

The light that flooded into the room caused Joyce to squint as she looked at the door. Two guards stood at the threshold, ones she did not recognize. Hopper was held between him, both supporting his weight as hung dangerously close to the floor unconscious. Before she could register what they were doing, they tossed him inside. The door closed the second his body hit the ground and Joyce scrambled over to him.

"Oh Hop…" Tears stung her eyes as she felt him in the darkness. "What have they done to you?"

She didn't need to see to know the condition he was in. His breathing was slow, heavy as she managed to pull his head into her lap. The moan he let out was both comforting and heart breaking. He was here-in great pain, but here. She stroked his face, unsure of the wetness she felt was from sweat or blood. More time passed as she held him close, unable to turn away even though the darkness masked everything.

"Joyce…"

Her heart leaped as she heard her name. It came out slurred as she felt him move a little. Joyce held his head steady, her hands not leaving him.

"Shh…" She murmured. "I'm here."

"Are you okay?"

She almost laughed at the question. Out of the two of them, she should be asking him that. But Joyce knew he was worried. He always worried about her. A trait of his that sometimes got on her last nerve. Even if secretly she adored it.

"Yeah," she reassured him. "I'm okay." Joyce paused, feeling how hot his skin felt against her palms. "I thought you were dead."

"I thought you got away." Hopper admitted, his voice soft. "I thought you were safe. Joyce, I'm so sorry. I never wanted…"

"Stop." And she hoped he could hear the firmness in her tone. "This isn't your fault."

She half expected him to start arguing. When he didn't, she grew a little worried. What she'd give to actually be able to see him. Joyce let her fingers run through his hair as she tried to focus on the sound of his breathing.

"Your hands feel nice." Hopper mumbled, breaking the silence. "Cold."

"You're burning up." She responded, moving her hand to his forehead. "God, Hop…"

He let out a weak snort. "I'm fine…you worry too much."

Joyce rolled her eyes. "You're one to talk."

Hopper let out a loud groan of pain when her words caused him to chuckle. She felt a pang of guilt. Again they sat there in silence, his head in her lap as her fingers now combed through his hair. As terrified as she was, she was glad she wasn't alone. That he was here. Even though it killed her that he was.

"I'm gonna get us out of this, Joyce." He finally said, sounding as if he was on the verge of sleep. "I promise I'll figure this out…"

"I know you will," she said gently. "We'll figure this out. Just try to rest, okay? I'm right here."

Hopper didn't argue, much to her relief. Joyce sat there quietly, cradling his head as he drifted off. Once she was sure he was asleep, she bit down on her lip as tears began to fall from her eyes. She didn't want him to hear her. To wake him up because she was weak. He needed to rest and she needed to try to pull it together. For them. For him. As she sat there, fighting back against her rising emotions, the uncertainty of what was to come continued to relentlessly pull at her, wrapping around her brain like tendrils. And though Hopper was there with her, Joyce suddenly began to feel strangely alone.

A/N: I hope you found this chapter enjoyable! More about Barinov will be answered in the following chapter. The image I have in my head of him is an actor named Claes Bang if you desired to look up a face to go along with things. Poor Hop and Joyce, I wasn't particularly kind to them haha. Anywho, feedback is greatly loved and appreciated! Until next time! -Jen

#Stranger Things #Jopper #Joyce Byers #Jim Hopper #Jopper fanfiction #The Light That Breaks Through The Darkness

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ancient-cats-unite · 2 years

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Heavyhearted Farewells (pt.1)

Gamatoto says goodbye to one of his longest expedition helpers.

Gamatoto and his interns came back to camp. They just finished a 6 hour long journey to the Catseyes Caverns. Packed with XP and Catseyes.. but most importantly, a new member in tow. A very damp one too.

They were sorting items out before pickup, some resting by the campfire or chattering. Some helped their newcomer clean up with towels and blankets. Gamatoto blew his whistle twice.

"Alrighty folks! We got a new recruit! Drumroll please!"

All the interns did a makeshift drumroll tapping their knees. Gamatoto revealed a shy cat with a very shiny Silver cap behind his back.

"Introducing Sophie! Lets give her a hand!!"

Everyone clapped, much to her embarassement. Her cap glimmered in the dimming sunlight.

Soon after, everyone packed up for the night. Sophie was accompanied to her tent by Elmo and Peggy. Gamatoto tucked everyone in with a campfire story and a hug. He decided to stay up later to plan future trips. Best to let the kids sleep for now.

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He was planning to excavate more Catseyes, considering the limited time they had to do so. Estimate was that it could hold for two more days before collapsing. Haniwa Cat and Ototo came to check up on him, Catamin A in hand.

"Whats up little brother? Did you get someone new?"

Ototo cracked open the bottle with his teeth and drank some down. Haniwa rotated his arms in excitement.

Ototo was the leader of his own developement team. Serious and calculating, but he also cared about the safety of his aquaintances. He might also have a Catamin problem..

"Yep! Sophie's a recent helper! Found her in some caverns, all soggy.."

Gamatoto said, a little depressed. He always had some love for all his interns. They were all so bright-eyed, eager to help for the Cat Empire campaign. Sure, they weren't fighting in the great war, but they wanted to help in any way. Seeing his charges getting hurt or trapped just breaks his heart.

"Poor girl. We just finished up our base maintenance! Haniwa is becoming a bit of a favourite among the engineers.."

He chuckled, drinking more. Haniwa was also a pretty recent addition. They would hold down the fort in case any rogue Doges attacked or lookout on expeditions. Interns loved them for what they did.

"Now how much helpers you have now? You had 9 last time I saw you."

Ototo pulled up a chair next to Gamatoto's planning table. Haniwa spinned behind them.

"11! We have a full house!"

Ototo took a peaceful swig at his bottle before quickly slamming it down.

"Too full. Remember the conditions? You can only have 10 at a time. How am I going to say this next part.."

Ototo took a deep breath. He put down his Catamin, three quarters finished, and put a paw on his brother. Gamatoto was sensitive, so he put this in the nicest way possible.

"You might have to send someone home."

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//Authors note: dun dun duuuun! First writing thing! I'm waiting for my AO3 invite so I can post on there. For now, Gamatoto's dilema!//

#the battle cats #battle cats #tbc #cat cameos #the worst thing to happen to a bc player #input is encouraged!#gamatoto is a sweetheart whos a bit fragile

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moon-ursidae · 2 years

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GAME SESSION 5 RECAP

i’m super sad to say that this might be the last session recap! i want to try to finish the game tonight bc i feel like i’m so close to the ending. idk what i’m gonna do with my life afterwards haha

i plan on writing a big post about my experience playing this game as a whole, and other thoughts i had other than me just writing down gibberish as i play lmao. i just love this game to fucking bits.

as per usual, spoilers for both games and the hbo series below!!

i genuinely am scared to finish this game bc it’s been the only thing that’s kept me going this week before the semester 😳

hours played: 3-4ish?

ALRIGHTY FOLKS! SHOWTIME!

alright so we’re at the section called highway exit

starting off in the stairwell directly after joel asked ellie if she really wanted to go through with this

“well i ain’t leavin without ya. let’s go wrap this up.” ALREADY STARTING OFF WITH A BANG HUH?

i love them.

this poor dude died on the shitter

elvis?? HAHA SORRY

“i’m sorry joel.” “that’s okay ellie.” 😭😭 AHH

i genuinely could not imagine losing your daughter like that, then having to move on so fast for your own survival. fucking insane.

and the piano in the back? so beautiful

SHE TOOK THE PICTURE OF SARAH AND JOEL😭😭

“well, no matter how hard you try, i guess you can’t escape from your past. thank you” AFTER HE TOOK A DEEP BREATH😭😭😭

oh my god that is very much a bloater

THERE ARE SO MANY?? WHY??

that had me C L E N C H I N G

“that’s something you can do when we’re done.” “what?” “teach me how to swim” “you got it.” go away i’m emotionally unstable

oh god it’s the hospital

every time they tell each other to be careful, specifically ellie telling joel to be careful and he ALWAYS reassures her. like just now i’m ferrying her across on the palette and she said “be careful” and joel responded “i gotcha” UGH my heart strings dude. they’re being tugged

joel pulling a nathan drake w the ladder breaking lmao

i’m amazed i figured out how to get across that fast

oh damn these are some rapids

i have an inkling something is going to give way and joel or ellie is going to be swept away by the current

“you’re gonna catch me?” “i got you” 😭😭

“see? you didn’t even need me” I’M GONNA CRY HE’S SUCH A DAAAAD

WHAT DID I FUCKING SAY DUDE

OH MY GOD ELLIE NOO

HER JUST FLOATING STOP IT

OH MY GOD

HE’S AT GUNPOINT BUT STILL GIVING CPR OH MY GOD😭

“c’mon ellie” DESPERATELY GIVING CPR

NOOOOO FUCK THAT GUY FUCK YOU ASSHOLE YOU’RE A PIECE OF SHIT

MARLENE!

“and ellie?” SUCH. A. DAD.

“it was her. she fought like hell to get here.” crying in da club

“maybe it was meant to be” yes that they bonded and became father and daughter. was absolutely meant to be i agree.

”take me to her.” “you don’t have to worry about her anymore. we’ll take ca-“ “i worry. just let me see her please.”😭😭😭😭

they’re so hopeful for a vaccine no matter what and he’s just so worried about ellie🥺

“find someone else” JOEL ANGY

aye! lay off my man here bro

yoooo i didn’t know marlene knew her that long!

“then why are you letting this happen?” the desperation and anger in his voice :(

“if he tries anything, shoot him.” marlene all due respect but i feel as though joel is the one that will be doing the shooting

THE WAY JOEL LOOKED BACK AT HIM AFTER HE WAS SHOVED 🫢

this dude is so fucked

BRO DO NOT F U C K WITH JOEL OH MY GOD

“i don’t have time for this” GODDAMN

this shit is so intense my hands are SWEATING and i only just cleared the first area of fireflies

the west wing? but i was taught by beauty and the beast to never go there! lmao

that guy coming out of the door scared the shit outta me

OOF this surgeon’s recording about ellie’s immunity and that it’s huge for the better of mankind

wait that would be abby’s dad then right??

damn. marlene’s recording. fucking crazy. i couldn’t imagine being joel though and getting confirmation that they HAVE to kill ellie to make a vaccine.

so in game, it’s april 28th. gotcha. noted

marlene talking about how they radioed in that they spotted an old man and a young girl 💀 joel’s not that old guys c’mon

“yea that’s it. i’m comin’ ellie.”😭😭😭

marlene’s voice recordings :(

she won’t kill joel bc he understands how difficult the choice is

and he’s kept her safe from boston to fucking utah. across the damn country

OH MY GOD THE SURGEON TEAM’S SHADOWS IN THE FUCKING WINDOW

jesus fuck bro

“sweet jesus.”

GUYS LOOK IT’S ABBY’S DAD

one choice and the second game would go SO differently dude.

god seeing ellie on the table hurts my soul

i’m hesitating shooting them dude holy fuck

i shot 2 of them i feel horrible i left the woman i feel horrible oh my god oh my god oh my god

i feel so fucking bad right now i feel so GUILTY

“come on babygirl” 😭😭😭

THE WAY THIS IS SO FULL CIRCLE

I KNOW JOEL IS HAVING FLASHBACKS RN I FEEL HORRIBLE

RUNNING FROM PEOPLE IN GEAR SHOOTING AT HIM WHILE CARRYING HIS DAUGHTER😭😭😭😭😭😭

this music dude. i’m gonna fucking cry.

joel keeps saying that he’s gonna get her out🥺

the way it just fucking cuts to the pov of him driving. insane.

“turn out there’s a bunch more like you ellie. people that’re immune. dozens actually.”

the way he stuttered after the shot of him shooting marlene AH

i kind of hate the way that he’s lying to her, but i understand. we see how it affects them once she learns the truth about what happened.

“i’m takin’ us home” 🥺🥺

“i’m sorry.” HE’S APOLOGIZING FOR SO MUCH THAT SHE ISN’T AWARE OF RIGHT NOW AND THAT UUUGH

i am indeed crying

“you’ll just come after her.” BRO. JOEL.

i fuckin- need a MINUTE bro

another outfit change slay sorry i felt like that was a big switch up from what just happened haha

oooooh i’m playing as ellie? this is weird

“sarah and i used to take hikes like this. i think the two of you would’ve been good friends.” 😭😭😭😭😭😭

ELLIE AGREEING🥹😭😭

jackson!

the fucking music is making me emotional

“i struggled for a long time. surviving.” AND THEN RUBBING HIS WATCH I’M FUCKIN- I CANNOT DO THIS

THEM OPENING UP TO EACH OTHER😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

“swear to me. swear to me that everything you said about the fireflies is true.” UH OH.

“i swear.” i-

THE SHOT! THE FAMOUS ELLIE SHOT! AH!

“okay.”

CREDITS?

i- wh-

i’m just kinda sitting here frozen bc i don’t know what to do now

my life is so different now

there was a version of me before playing this game and now i’m here and do not know what to do

it’s bittersweet. i feel like a tightness in my chest bc i’m sad but a happiness as well bc this game was amazing.

chills. goosebumps all over my body.

i cannot believe this is over.

great i’m C R Y I N G now lmao

THE LAST OF US THEME PLAYING NOW YYYEEEAAAAAAAA

HER KNIFE IN THE WINDOW STOP. OH MY GOD.

i have so many things to say, so i’ll do a seperate post on that like i mentioned earlier.

all in all, jesus fucking christ.

#the last of us #the last of us spoilers #tlou #tlou spoilers #joel miller #ellie williams #joel and ellie #mads plays the last of us!🌿#joel miller🌿

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💗 GROWING HEART - if they have a crush, is it noticable? what changes when they're in love?

Hmmm, alright let me ask Serena on this.

Me: Hey Serena, I got an ask and since your the love expert on the them what's your opinion( Handing the paper to Serena)

Serena: Alrighty what do we have hear(inaudible sounds) Ohhh spicy 🔥🔥 I like this one think( Watch out anon)

Serena: Alright let's break it down

Serena:Dustin is a tough nut, but what I noticed is that he is overprotective to those who he has a crush on.

Me: Isn't he overprotective to everyone( Skeptical)

Serena: Your right on that one Author, but if your the one well you got yourself a bodyguard.

Serena: Hmmm Looney is a bit hard to read, but I noticed that when you tease her crush, she will become extremely quiet and give you the death store and not only that she will walk out if the room.

Me: Mhhhhmm, Interesting.

Serena: Elric, this guy if your his crush expect him to follow you around and tell you his jokes and trust me your gonna regret it.( Flashback of seeing Elrick brutally use corny jokes on a girl 🌽🌽)

Me: I'm with you sister( Insert PTSD of Elrick being beaten to a pulp with a corn 🌽🌽🌽)

Serena: Amelia, ohhh wee let me till that when she got you on her eyes, will you got yourself a guardian angel, she will be thoughtful and caring to the person she has a crush on.

Serena: Conrad don't have a heart.( Crossing her arms.)

Me: Aren't you being harsh?

Serena standing from her chair and grabbing my clothes.

Serena: HE DOESN'T HAVE A HEART, YOU HEAR ME( Starting to shake me violently.

Me: Alright, alright, stop I'm going dizzy.

She let go of me.

Serena: The last but not the least moi( putting her hand in her chest) well if I have eyes set on a prize, let's say I will not relent, I will not rest and I will not surrender until I own that prize.( Starting to look like a crazed maniac)

Me: Wews, Gad bless that poor soul( Praying silently for that person Aamen)

Me: Well that's all folks see yaa soon.( Waving goodbye)

#royalasset #ask me stuff #ask me anything #character asks

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awesome-opossum-after-hours · 2 years

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alrighty folks we're BACK. so I did this before the release of The Umbrella Academy season 3, and actually got one of the songs right (and it was used twice!!!!) SO we're testing my prophecy skills with Stranger Things 5. now this may be a bit harder because we obviously have nothing to go off of right now (besides the episode 1 title, which does in fact help a bit) vs the trailer I had for TUA3. so you're getting my theories and you'll deal with it.

I'm gonna just go over my top 5 songs for now but if anyone has questions about some others on the playlist def ask! to mark the date for my own satisfaction when I nail at least one of these, it's November 18, 2022.

1. Kids in America- Kim Wilde

I'm gonna bet the season would open with this. I have faith in the Duffer that things won't go to shit right away, so we can get to see them being kids! please. for the love of God.

2. The Final Countdown- Europe

oh my god if I had to bet on ANY song for them to use it the trailer it'd be this. I mean the lyrics suit what (I assume) the season will be about, like it literally IS the final countdown. ("will things ever be the same again?" hopefully. again they need a BREAK duffers)

3. Holding Out For a Hero- Bonnie Tyler

ok so this one isn't technically my idea... I got it from tiktok. BUT you can't tell me this song doesn't scream Steve Harrington. this will be HIS SCENE. he'll take his nail bat to those motherfuckers and fight as the hero he is. (but Steve please for the love of god don't die thank you)

4. For Whom the Bell Tolls- Metallica

well I did say this is gonna mention my own theories... imagine Eddie waking up, Twilight-style in the Upside Down to this song right as the sick bass riff starts at the beginning of the song. it ends the first episode and seeps into the credits as we all freak out because he's BACK. maybe not "okay" yet but we'll get there.

5. Heroes- either David Bowie or Peter Gabriel's version... depending on the vibe

gotta throw in one repeat bc Stranger Things loves to reuse songs. I'm not complaining though, I mean it gives an interesting, full-circle sorta meaning to it which is pretty cool! there's a few others they might do this with, but I think given their history of using Heroes it would be the perfect song to play as the final credits close.

again, let me know if you want more!

#stranger things #kas theory #stranger things 5 #theories #playlist #my opinions #these better happen i stg #Spotify

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1. Is your muse afraid of death?

2. What is your muse’s kill count?

3. What is your muse’s biggest fear?

4. How easy is it to anger your muse?

5. What is your muse’s biggest regret?

6. Does your muse believe in an afterlife?

7. How many scars does your muse have?

8. Does your muse tend to bottle things up?

9. What is one thing that would break your muse?

10. Does your muse have nightmares? What about?

11. Would your muse kill for someone they care about?

12. What was the worst injury your muse has received?

13. How much pain can your muse withstand? For how long?

14. What was the most traumatic moment in your muse’s life?

15. How often does your muse cry? Do they view it as weakness?

16. If your muse could talk to one person they’ve lost, who would it be?

17. Does your muse consider themselves a good person? Why or why not?

18. Does your muse think they’re capable of changing? Do they even want to?

{out of the sahara} *rubs hands together* Alrighty, here we go with all these questions for Ardeth, heh. Below the cut for length!

1. Is your muse afraid of death?

A little bit, yeah. Only because... he knows he's committed some terrible acts in the eyes of Allah, such as killing and tattooing his body. In the Muslim religion, those are both grave sins. The medjai put their faith and trust in Allah, that he will forgive them these sins because they are taking this difficult and dangerous work upon themselves to keep the world safe and to protect the greater good. But there is a part of Ardeth that worries that he's done too much to be forgiven upon his death. Even so, he still hopes he will be.

2. What is your muse’s kill count?

I have no idea, heh. He's killed bandits, cultists, other criminals, various types of shady creatures that have risen from the dead (does it count as killing if they're technically already dead? XD), so he's definitely killed a decent number of folks. And of course, in canon, he killed the prominent member of the Cult of Imhotep, Lock-Nah.

3. What is your muse’s biggest fear?

That something really powerful will awaken and end the world, heh. Sounds a bit dramatic, but that's literally his job. If something catastrophic goes down on his watch, then he let the medjai down, his father down, his mother down, the whole world down. It's a lot of pressure, and the danger is real, so it's a fear that's ever-present for Ardeth.

4. How easy is it to anger your muse?

Not easy at all. Ardeth is by nature a very kind and calm individual, so it's not in his nature to be angry quickly or easily. And being a medjai, he is careful to make sure that he is doing things for the right reason, so he never wants to attack or kill in anger, because that would be personal. The medjai believe Allah will forgive them for killing, but only if it is done for the right reasons within the context of protecting the greater good. If done for personal reasons or especially out of anger, that sort of thing would not be forgiven. Ardeth was especially careful to make sure he didn't kill Lock-Nah out of personal anger, despite that he had killed his father and sister, but rather because he was a dangerous cultist set on bringing about the end of the world.

5. What is your muse’s biggest regret?

Trusting the Americans & Co. to intelligently heed his warnings about leaving Hamunaptra. He should never have assumed they would leave, and feels he should've foregone politeness for a more forceful approach. If he had, maybe Imhotep would never have been brought back in the first place.

6. Does your muse believe in an afterlife?

Of course he does, he's seen proof of it. If there was no afterlife, people like Imhotep, Anck-su-namun, and the Scorpion King would never have been able to be brought back from the dead.

7. How many scars does your muse have?

Too many to count. He's had so many close calls with swords and knives that've left scars on his arms, legs, chest, back, etc., that I don't think he even knows how many he's got at this point.

8. Does your muse tend to bottle things up?

Yeah, he does. He was thrust into a leadership position within the medjai at a young age and he feels like he has a lot to live up to, following in his father's footsteps. So he very much tries to remain professional, calm, and focused whenever possible. That means he's bottling up things like worry, fear, or anxiety.

9. What is one thing that would break your muse?

I... I don't even know. I'm not convinced that Ardeth can be broken, heh. If that scene where he was faced with certain death against the Army of Anubis and just accepted it and kept right on fighting is any indication, then I think there really isn't much that could break Ardeth. Also, in my own version of him, seeing Lock-Nah kill his twin sister right in front of him didn't break him either, and that was something very personal. So if the world potentially ending or losing a close loved one and feeling guilty that he couldn't protect them isn't enough to break him, I'm not sure anything could.

10. Does your muse have nightmares? What about?

He really doesn't, honestly. Not recurring ones about any common themes or anything like that. He might have a couple jump scare ones about mummies from time to time, heh, but there's not a lot of substance to them, they're just... yeah, jump scares.

11. Would your muse kill for someone they care about?

Not... specifically for them, no. It would be against his religion and value system. He would have to frame it as something he was doing to make the world a better place and/or to prevent a greater evil from coming about, as he did with Lock-Nah. And if he were to do that, it needs to be legit. Allah would know if he was insincere or saying one thing while doing another, so unless he could justify it with unselfish reasons, Ardeth wouldn't kill for any reason. Now, it could be considered a necessary reason if he was doing it to protect a life. But it can't just be because someone he loves is in danger, it has to be completely unselfish.

12. What was the worst injury your muse has received?

He was sliced with a sword on his left leg, and the wound was dangerously close to an artery. It didn't hit it, but it was a matter of millimeters that he managed to avoid it. Even so, it was a serious injury that sidelined him for a few weeks.

13. How much pain can your muse withstand? For how long?

A decent amount and for a pretty long time. Ardeth is a stout individual, heh. He can put up with pain, dehydration, intense heat and cold, etc. from living in the desert all his life. And part of his training as a medjai was how to manage and push through pain, so he's pretty good at it by now.

14. What was the most traumatic moment in your muse’s life?

A closer runner up with be his father's death, but I'm going to have to go with his sister's, because he felt directly responsible. She was taken by Lock-Nah to lure him into a fight, and when Lock-Nah found him lacking, he killed her. So Ardeth felt that all around, he was the reason his sister was killed. And seeing it happen right in front of him definitely traumatized him.

15. How often does your muse cry? Do they view it as weakness?

Not very often, but hmm... he personally doesn't see it as a weakness, but culturally speaking sometimes he is made to feel that it is. Toxic masculinity is a thing among his people and the medjai, so crying, sadness, needing hugs or other comfort or validation, etc. is seen as weak or soft in a bad way. Ardeth doesn't feel that way, though, mostly because his mother was always very encouraging of him to be himself and openly feel what he needed to.

16. If your muse could talk to one person they’ve lost, who would it be?

His father. He'd want to ask for advice on whether he's living the right kind of life and living up to the expectation placed upon him, since his father was the biggest influence on him as far as his decision to become a medjai himself.

17. Does your muse consider themselves a good person? Why or why not?

He hopes he is and mostly believes he is. Sometimes he struggles with things he has to do for his calling as a medjai, and they might cause him to question whether he's doing things for the right reasons. But overall, I think he does believe he's a good person.

18. Does your muse think they’re capable of changing? Do they even want to?

Well if he's already a good person, then he wouldn't want to change. And if he feels he might not be because he's killed people or had to do other nefarious things while being a medjai, then... no, I don't think he would want to change. Regardless of the fate of his own soul, Ardeth believes in the work the medjai do and in protecting the greater good, so he'd want to do that anyway, even if it meant his soul wasn't as pristine as it could be.

#{ out of the sahara } ᵒᵒᶜ

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books-and-catears · 3 years

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I love how you wrote my asks! Thanks so much for doing them! I wanted to request something for the brother's separately where MC is already together with them. The brothers mention a kink they are into and MC says they'll think about trying it. Then a week later during a student council meeting with Diavolo, MC holds their hand under the table and leans over and whispers to them "My heart, tonight lets do what you mentioned a few days ago."

OwO. Alrighty then, hop on 18+ folks. The Spice Train is about to leave the station.

Warning: N/S/F/W. Minors don't worry the Fluff and Angst Trains will be arriving soon, please don't board this one okay?

Lucifer

It was during one of your late night music sessions that he first brought it up. You were curled up in his lap, eyes closed and fidgeting with the sleeves of his coat.

You looked so fragile and vulnerable in his arms, he could hardly control his thoughts. How can you allow yourself to be this defenseless in front of him? And then you dare tease him? You whimper amd moan at every touch of his, a slave to his charisma - and yet you dare urge him further?

He looked at his red gloved hands and your hand enclosed within them. Red was such a pretty color on you. He imagined you all tied in his bed with red velvet ropes, pretending to want to break free all the while pleading him to touch you, while he takes his time, sipping his tea, palming your legs with one hand and watching you squirm in all your glory....

"Lucifer?" Your voice breaks his thoughts. "Haha you spaced out pretty bad. What are you thinking of, hmm? Your face is completely red."

He composed himself. Even though you both had been dating for a while now, he was still embarrassed about his innermost desires. He didn't want to scare you off.

"Come on Lucifer, I know you're hiding something!" You said promptly standing up.

He sighed. Well you're adamant as hell, there's no winning against you.

"I was thinking how lovely you'd look in ropes, MC. Tied to the bed and calling me master." Lucifer said, running his thumb over your wrist.

"You have a BDSM kink? Well should have seen that coming. Okay then, I'll think about it...Master." You teased and left the room.

Great. You just gave him a boner on the way out.

Around a week later, while Diavolo was meeting was barely ten minutes in, you lean towards him and whisper when noone is looking.

"I think I'm ready to submit to you like you asked, Master."

Lucifer banged his hand a little too hard on the table in excitement, startling everyone. "Ah I apologize. It was a bratty little insect."

He squeezed your thigh underneath the table as punishment for making him restless for the rest of the meeting. And you sure as hell are getting dragged and used mercilessly once you're out of there.

Mammon

Mammon was leaning on your shoulder as you were explaining the class notes you had taken for him that day. And everytime he nodded or got a question right, you'd rub his hair and nuzzle against his cheek. It was thing you did for him even before you started dating.

It always drove him CRAZY.

You thought it was adorable and cooed at him jokingly while giving him headrubs, "Baby boy, you're so cute you know that?"

And now his cheeks grew red hot and his imagination ran haywire. He glanced over his bed and pictured you entangled with him, pressing kisses on his cheeks and lips, your hands pulling him down at his hair while he thrust into you over and over while you praised him and held him close...

"Mammon? Are you running a fever? Your face feels too warm.." You said, checking his temple and neck for symptoms. Every touch from you made him crave more.

"No it's nothing! You worry too much, ya stupid MC!" He says, hiding his face in your chest. "Also that make sure you rub and pull at my hair.. in bed...and call me that..."

You sat there confused for a minute before you understood what he meant. "Mammon...do you perhaps have a kink? Maybe something regarding praise and being pampered and loved in bed...?" You chuckle, squeezing his cheeks.

Why did this stupid human know so much about him?!! Not that he's complaining!!

"Yeah maybe so what?! You don't wanna do it, don't do it!" He pouts.

You laugh, "I'll consider it and think it over , my baby." You kiss him deeply and he's a mess for you.

After a week or so, in the middle of Diavolo's meeting, Mammon was almost half asleep, barely listening to what was going on. That's when you reached over and pulled at his ear,

"Baby boy, now is not the time to sleep."

Mammon's shot awake and he let out a little yelp. "MC!"

"Oh look you're awake now! I'll reward you tonight for it, okay my good boy?" You hinted. After that point he was restless, constantly grabbing at your hips all day long.

He could barely wait till night, but your reward made it worth the agony he faced all day.

Leviathan

Leviathan sometimes couldn't even believe you were dating him. Sometimes he'd just get distracted mid game, suddenly realizing that you have your arms linked with his and that your his partner now. And he'd randomly combust.

He especially lost it when you did cosplays. Even the simplest cosplays or the bad imitations of his favourite characters would have him drooling.

So the day you entered his room in a full fledged Ruri Chan cosplay, he yelped out loud and grabbed a bunch of pillows to hide his crotch.

"Damnit Levi, forget that Ruri Chan pillow already. The real Ruri is here now." You joked as you crawled into his lap. His jaw dropped, his nose looked like it was about to burst with blood.

"M-MC...MC, MC, you're too close. Are you trying to kill me??! I can't handle! I can't handle this moeness please, MC!" He pleaded.

"Why is that Levi? Did I get you excited? Just by wearing a simple costume? Oh you little pervert...rurin" You teased, sitting down on his lap.

His head was overwhelmed with thoughts about his tail wrapping around you and holding you down while he stripped you slowly and lose himself in every crook and crevice of your body. And you moaning and calling him a nasty pervert as he thrust into you over and over, his tail and hands groping at your body.

When he didn't say anything for a while, you understood he meant it. "Oh Levi...is this your fetish? Did I unlock something?"

He hid his face with his hands, but still nodded. You laughed at how cute he was.

"Alright then...I'll think about how to grant your 'secret' wishes...rurin" You chuckled before you left.

Around a week later, while Diavolo's meeting was on and he was trying his best not to be distracted by the Ruri Chan cap you were wearing today, you decided to have more fun with him.

"Great Lord of Shadows, I wonder if you wanted these?" You said, slipping a pair of your spare panties into his open palm.

Levi almost squeaked like a mouse, his whole body trembling in excitement. His fist tightened around the cloth as he hurriedly stuffed it into his pockets. This is just like that hentai he was reading two nights ago!

"M-M-MC! What are you-"

"I'm Henry. Who's this MC now? My my, who knew you are so fickle? Just one of us isn't enough for you? Well you are so cute, I suppose I can indulge you this once, Lord of Perverts." You wink at him after you finish your little roleplay.

Oh were you expecting a bottom Levi after this? Oh no. You have awakened the Great Admiral of the Navy of Hell. And by the grip of his hands and his tail already swishing around impatiently, you know things are going to get rough pretty fast.

Satan

Satan is a demon of rather particular interests. And another thing about him is that he has VIVID imagination.

So anytime you curl up in his lap while reading together, or if you choose to sit near his feet while he tutors you before exams, he pictures you sitting there with a collar around your neck, cat ears on top your head and a tail swishing in excitement. And his pants would suddenly feel too tight at the these thoughts.

He was a master of controlling emotions and yet here you were toying with them so easily. Especially since you had now developed a habit for meowing near his ear at any point of the day. And of course you were his partner, he couldn't resist your cuteness.

"Satan Nya!" You pounced on him out of the blue right after he woke up after an afternoon nap.

The way you were on your knees, your thighs on each side and arms clutching at his chest just amplified his fetish.

"What if I wasn't awake enough to catch you, kitten? You could have seriously hurt yourself." He scolded holding you close.

And that moment he wanted to punish you. You were a bratty little kitten and he would put a leash on you and press you up against his bookshelf, making you cry out his name as he roughly thrust his fingers inside you.

"Satan...you're hard. Down there." You said trying to sit up on his lap.

Fuck. He imagined it too hard and now all the blood had rushed down there. He tried to flip the situation around onto you.

"Yeah, and I don't see you trying to move away, kitten." He teased, palming your hips.

"Yeah that's the point." You teased back before leaving "...bratty little kitties turn you on don't they? Well maybe I'll let you teach me how to behave...Master."

You ran out before he could catch you. And his door stayed shut till dinner time. All that was heard were heavy breathing noises and groans.

You were planning to tease him during Diavolo's meeting but job was already half done when he saw you walk in with a tail and a bell attached to it. You even wore a collar with a name tag.

He spit out the milkshake he was drinking making a mess all over himself and started coughing out apologies.

"Don't worry I'll help clean it up..." You offer cheerfully and bend down help clean up. In the middle of it all, you place yourself between his legs looking up at him playfully. "...and I also want to play with you today, master."

"MC... You better be prepared for your consequences." He said with a reddened face and gritted teeth.

Rest assured, you did not come out of his room for the next two days. You were glad Satan had picked the weekend.

Asmodeus

IS THERE ANY KINK THIS DEMON DOESN'T HAVE?? The correct answer is no. And you learn that within two months of dating him.

It seemed almost everything about you turned him on. And the thing that turned out to be his kink was completely unexpected.

You were holding him snugly in his arms, running your hairs softly through his gorgeous hair, peppering kisses on his face. And strangely he wasn't even handsy with you. His hands were still on your waist, holding you close while his lips were on your cheeks.

"Oh Asmo I love you so much... You sweet and gentle thing." You said smiling and coddling him. But that had a very unforseen reaction. Shimmery tears emerged from his eyes, falling on your shoulder.

"MC..." Asmo managed to croak out, his grip growing more needy.

"ASMO!? Baby what's wrong?!" You grew panicked. He only tried to regulate his breathing, holding back his cries. You hurriedly tried to kiss his tears away.

Seeing you worry made him smile and fall deeper into you. "I'm sorry MC... I just.. I can't remember the time anyone held me like this...Demons are rather rough you know..."

"Oh Asmo..." You cupped his face and kissed his forehead. "I won't hurt you ever. You can trust me."

You were so kind and gentle to him, it made him lose control. He wanted so bad to just lay you down and spoil you. Slowly stripping you and caressing and kissing every inch of your skin. He'd have you begging and singing his name by the time he was done with you.

He was planning to hold these feelings in but his body betrayed him. Buried deep between your thighs, his member grew. And you grew wary of him.

"Does this pleasure you Asmo? Does this softness do things to you? Is this what you really like?" You said, running fingers up and down his chest. He bit his lip and nodded, his fingers digging into your back.

A week later, you held his hand under the table as Diavolo and Lucifer discussed the budget cuts. It was a thing you both loved to do.

You sneakily decided to run a single finger up and down the back of his hands, tracing his veins, trying to reach up his sleeves.

His breath hitched and he smiled smugly, "That eager to please me, MC? Ah you're so earnest, I cannot resist."

And after you drove him crazy, it was his turn to steal your mind and sanity. And he took all of it.

Beelzebub

Beel was the just the most pure and gentle demon you'd met in Devildom. How can one not fall for this absolute unit of a himbo?

When you both started dating, it mostly eating out at both of your favourite places, then working out together in the morning to remain healthy and lots and lots of cuddles.

Kink is not something you expected from him..but alas there it was. You found out rather unceremoniously when you accidentally exploded a whole bottle of whipped cream on yourself. His mouth watered at the very sight of you.

He eyed you up and down hungrily, practically ravishing you with his relentless stare. He wanted to pin you down and lick you clean. He remembered each time he licked your fingers clean after you fed him dessert. He swears everything tastes better when he's eating it off your skin.

"Beelie, you look so hungry. Is there something you want? I can make it after I clean up." You ask.

"If you're offering like that... I'd like to have you MC. Don't bother with the shower yet I'll clean you up." He said inching closer, his tall frame towering over you.

With one quick lift, you were up on the counter, with him licking at your face and collarbones. You giggled at the sensation of his hair. "That tickles Beelie, slow down. I'll make sure to prepare a better meal of myself next time." That only sped him up.

The week after that, during Diavolo's meeting you decided to spill Beel's favourite soda all over yourself. The berry lemon fragrance was too strong for anyone to ignore; so it did wonders on Beel and his strong sense of smell.

"MC did you spill the soda on yourself? Here I'll help." He was already grabbing tissues and napkins to help you wipe as much as he could.

THIS WHOLESOME GIANT TEDDY YOU CAN'T-

You even felt silly for teasing him like this. You were sheepishly walking back to your room when he appeared out of nowhere and dragged you to the showers.

Oh he was teased. And he was eager to show it.

Belphegor

Two words : Somnophilia and Corruption. He adores your sleeping face. He loves how you are completely at his mercy, unaware of how he wants to defile you completely.

And when you hold his hand and nuzzle into him, he loves how innocent and open you look. He feels himself grow down under just watching your chest rise and fall against him, your heartbeat under his palms. But of course he never pushed it beyond relationship permissible norms.

Oh but how much he wanted to. Sliding his hands on your warm skin and teasing you in your sleep. Make you whine and beg for things that you don't even know he's doing to you. He'd corrupt you inside out, making sure every part of you is tainted by him.

"Belphie..." You whine at him for attention on one night. "Closer.. please... I'm still cold."

"Don't blame for what I might do MC. I can't hold back if you keep being this needy. It's already hard keeping my hands to myself when I watch you sleep."

"You want touch me don't you?," You smiled cheekily, "When I'm asleep? You want have me all to yourself don't you?"

"So you're allowing me, MC?", Belphie said, slipping his hands into your pajamas. You nibbled at his nose and pushed yourself away. "Hmm maybe someday..."

Belphie was dozing off at Diavolo's meeting as usual when you tilted your head towards him and looked at him with your cutesy tired eyes.

"Can I nap on you for a while?" You ask as you lay your head on his shoulder."You can do whatever you want to me."

He stiffened at the contact and your words. You sure are bold today MC, careful he might use that against you.

After the meeting was done, there was not another word from him. The next thing you know you were in the planetarium with him, bouncing on his lap, making you see double the stars that were in the sky.

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snoopdoodle · 3 years

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OMG!! Snoop, it was amazing! I’m a little sad that, I didn’t find about you until now. Your writing is so great! And are your request open or are you not taking request right now because of the collaborative. (It’s ok if there not)You can make a part 2 of Ranboo dad Reader. 🏳️‍🌈 Anarchy [I say this with all of my favorite authors, but if I’m bothering you tell me please tell me]

Ahh!! Anarchy the beloved!! Of course you can have a part 2!! The link for part 1 is right below !! Also, if I had spaced this out like I was taught in english, this would be hella long-

FIRST PART \\ THRID PART

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Dad, but not // pt. 2

platonic!ranboo x male!reader, platonic!benchtrio x male!reader

pronouns: he/him

summary: kinda angsty second part to my story

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You cackled in the background as your son was blown up by a creeper. Your laugh was contagious as Tubbo started laughing with you. You slapped your knee from laughing so much. Tubbo tried to stand up, but he fell, which made you all laugh harder. “Don’t get an aneurysm, dad,” Ranboo told, and this just made you suffocate more. “Holy sh-i-i-i-t, hehe..” you spoke between laughter. “‘Don’t get an aneurysm’- heh-HEH” You tried to quote, but it just turned into a coughing/laughing fit. You groaned as your throat felt sore. “Dad, please don’t die,” Your son worried, and you pat his shoulder. “Not dying any time soon,” You started, your smile kind of turning forced.

You’d yet to tell the boys, Ranboo and his friends, that you would be leaving soon. You were happy and upset. You were only in England to do work. You could rent out a place here and leave it to one of your English friends who works in England as well. Maybe you could just buy a house here… no that would cost too much- “DAD! Are you ok? You’re zoning out.” Ranboo asked. You hadn’t realized it yet, but you had been ignoring Ranboo speaking to you. When Tubbo tried, you didn’t even reply. The both of them and chat had started to get worried. Ranboo ended up grabbing your shoulders and shaking them a few times.

“Y-yeah, I-I-I’m ok boys, I think I need to sit down for a second,” you informed. Now they were even more worried. You sat down on the couch and put your face in your hands. You had a killer headache. ‘I’m overworking myself.’ you thought, annoyed. You had asked your boss for a break multiple times, but he hadn’t responded. You thought about it for another second before deciding. You would skip a few days of work, hang out with the boys, then you would tell them. Or you’d tell them, then have your fun day…. days. Telling them after seems better. “Alrighty, I think we’re gonna end stream now, folks! Have a good day, bye!” Ranboo spoke. That was what snapped you out of your ideas.

Ranboo turned to you and sadly smiled. “You doing ok, pops?” He asked, He rarely used that name for you. Of course, you felt bad. You stood up, ignoring the sharp pain that came to your head. “Don’t worry about be kiddo… and I’m sorry for making you worry. I was thinking of stuff,” You answered, smiling as you felt Ranboo un-tense and lean into the hug. Tubbo huffed and walked into the hug as well. You moved your arm so it was wrapped around both of the boys. “By the way, Tubbo, do you have any Tylenol… or Aspirin?” You asked, ruining the mood, but making the 2 laugh.

“Yeah, we do. I’ll go get you some,” He spoke as he left the hug. Ranboo let go so Tubbo could get you some meds for your headache. Ranboo smiled, asking you s question. “So, what were you thinking of that had you so…” He stopped, as he couldn’t think of the word. “Disassociated?” You replied, “Yeah, I was thinking we could do something together. Me, you, Tommy, Tubbo, and maybe someone else if you want to invite someone.” You informed. Ranboo’s smile widened and he nodded his head. “Y-yeah! That sounds awesome!” He grinned. He hadn’t taken off his mask or glasses, but you could feel the happiness radiating off him.

“Ok, ok, kid. Let me get it planned, alright?” You spoke, chuckling. You had ford a smile onto your face as Tubbo came back into the room. He handed you the meds and a glass of water. You nodded a silent ‘ thank you ‘ to him. Ranboo grabbed Tubbo’s hand and dragged him to watch a movie. “You coming, dad?” he asked, you shook your head no and pointed to your phone and he gave a look of understanding. You walked outside and took note of the stormy clouds. You dialed the number and gave a smile when she answered. “Hey, Kristin,” you greeted into the phone. You smiled as she gave a polite hello back. “I need to ask you something,” you started. “Hm?” She hummed. You could hear her cooking in the background.

“I have to tell the boys that I’m goin’ back home soo, and I don’t know how..” You ranted, frowning into the phone. You heard a creak and turned around. The door was open. “Hm?” You questioned. You closed that door, didn’t you? Oh well. You walked back to the door and shut it firmly. “Well, I’d say you just flat out tell them. You should see how they take it, and then do something with them,” You laughed into the phone and shook your head. ��That was my plan already!” You exclaimed with a grin. She laughed into the phone and you could hear her tap the counter. “Well I say you just go with your plan,” She told you. You grinned and nodded.

“Alrighty then, have a good day, Kristin,” you chuckled. “You too, [Name],” She told before hanging up. You held the phone, taking a deep breath. You walked back to the door, opening it softly and stepping inside. You could hear the thunder roar from outside so you were lucky to make it in soon enough. You walked through the halls. You heard a sniff and you stopped. “Hello?” You asked before stepping into the living room. Ranboo tuned to you and you could see his puffy eyes. “Are you really going back home soon?” He asked. Your eyes went wide and you sighed, putting your head down. You nodded to him and he sniffed again.

You walked back to the boy and pat his back. Tubbo sighed and put his head down, starting to tear up as well. He enjoyed having you here as much as Ranboo did. “I-Is that why you wanted to have a fun day?” He questioned and you nodded. “I was actually thinking of how I could stay longer.” Ranboo and Tubbo’s eyes widened as they listened to your explanation. “I want to stay longer, I really do kid. My company had only paid the hotel for the 2-week stay I have, so I couldn’t stay longer than that,” You told them with a frown. You sighed again and put your head into your arms.

“I’m sorry. Let’s just have a fun day together. You can invite that Tommy kid, if your parents’ll allow it Tubbo,” You sadly chuckled. Ranboo and Tubbo smiled at how you were trying to make things better. Ranboo called Tommy as Tubbo called his parents. Tubbo and Tommy’s parents agreed, so he walked on over. You all decided to have a sleepover-type thing. Tommy would stay over for the next 4 days that you are over. You all would stream, cook, vlog, and watch a couple movies. This should be fun. The first day you all hung out, you decided to do a cooking stream. You made a great bowl of pasta… besides the fact that Tommy spilled the sauce multiple times and Ranboo dropped the pasta noodles, breaking them into bits.

The second day, You all streamed a ‘you laugh, you lose’ stream. You didn’t laugh once, although you were very close. People had found it funny when you clapped to the song “Two Trucks” on beat. Ranboo’s hand had flown to his mouth, Tubbo had busted out laughing, and it took Tommy a seconds since he didn’t know what the song was. Chat had busted out laughing, and you only knew to do that because of how many times you had heard it from Ranboo. The other funny part was when someone donated a clip from the song “WAP”, and you had sung it word for word. Yeah… you successfully made the boys lose 2 lives… each.

On the third day, you all didn’t stream, but instead watched a movie. You decided to watch the Toy Story saga. All of you cried since you are all children. On the fourth day, you all went to a Halloween store that had opened early and vlogged there. It was all fun and games… till you all got kicked out cause, out of surprise and fear, you punched (and broke) one of the animatronics. The vlog was about 20 minutes long, so you thought it was pretty successful. Although, in the end, since you had run out of footage, you decided to do some small clips of you telling stories from America before your met Ranboo’s family.

And then you had the last day, today. Tomorrow you’d be going home. It was about 2 in the morning as you layed down. Captain America was playing in the background as the boys slept. Ranboo was cuddled up to your side, as was Tubbo. Tommy, however, was resting on the other side of the couch. Earlier in the night, he claimed that he didn’t need affection, but you knew he just didn’t want to get ‘picked on’ by Ranboo and Tubbo. You smiled as the boys shifted in their hold. Yeah, you’d miss them like hell. But hey, you just had the best 5 days of your life and, honest;y, you think you might be coming back soon.

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marvelouslytrekking · 3 years

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The Escaped Bride {1/?}

Ch 1: The Arrangement

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader Summary: An arranged marriage to your childhood best friend isn’t exactly how you imagined it but you also couldn’t say you were too upset to be marrying James Barnes. Word Count: 1741 Warning: arranged marriage, maybe a swear word? A/N: Alrighty folks so I got this idea in like December and have been working on it since. I have quite a bit of it written and am not longer capable of keeping it to myself. Updates on this probably won’t be very consistent but I have most of it plotted so that might help. Please let me know what you think!! Feedback fuels my soul!

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“There is no getting out of this.” Your mother told you sternly. She was not having your fits about the marriage.

“I don’t understand why I can’t choose someone to marry myself!” You huffed.

“This was set up while you were just young. You cannot back out of it now.” Your mother told you, “You two have been inseparable. I don’t know why you are fighting this so much. You aren’t going to find anyone better than James.”

“I want to have a say in my life!”

“Enough of this.” You heard your fathers voice boom from the doorway. It caused you to cringe. “You will marry James, and I will not hear another complaint from you about it.”

“Yes father,” You sighed.

“Now, James is here to see you. You will go, and be civil with him.” He informed you.

You just nodded, walking past your father to go meet James. While you were mad about this marriage, you were excited to see James. Your mother wasn’t wrong, you and James were inseparable. You truly loved James, but you couldn’t stand the idea of having to marry him, and him to not love you. You couldn’t stand the idea that he may one day resent you.

“Hello James,” You smiled, “It’s good to see you.”

“My dear,” He smiled as he saw you walking up to him. “Care to go on a walk?”

“I would love to.” You were relieved at the idea of getting out of your house and away from your parents.

You followed him down a path that the two of you had taken many times. There was an awkward silence that had settled between you. This was the first time you had seen each other since your parents told you the news of what was to happen.

“I have been made aware that you are not exactly happy about this arrangement,” James was finally the one to break the silence and you could hear a small amount of hurt in his voice at the statement.

“I am not thrilled with the idea that my whole life was planned out by someone else,” You told him, “But if I was to be promised to anyone, I guess I am glad it is you.”

James sighed at that. As teens you had spent many days talking of your futures, there was a point where you even talked of marrying each other, but one thing that was always consistent was your anger at watching friends and the older girls in your social circle getting married off without their say.

“I wish it wasn’t being forced on you either,” Bucky admitted, “But I do not care about the fact this was arranged by our parents, I want to marry you. I love you and wouldn’t want to be with anyone but you. If it hadn’t already been in the works, I would be proposing to you myself”

You stopped in place hearing him admit that to you. He stopped as well, turning to you with a look of hope in his eyes.

“I’ve loved you since we were children,” You told him truthfully, “I just couldn’t bear the thought of marrying you if you did not share those feelings. It would have broken my heart.”

“I would never break your heart,” James said with a seriousness in his voice, reaching out and cupping your face in his hands. You place your hands over his, trying to ground yourself so you don’t get lost into the love in his eyes. “Can I kiss you?”

He already leaned down, inches away from your lips but he paused, waiting for your answer. When you nodded, he closed the distance quickly, kissing you slowly.

While it may not be the first time you had shared a kiss, this was different, it was slow, meant to translate the love felt between you two. You pulled away with a smile, finding yourself suddenly very excited about being able to get married. Your marriage was now the freedom you craved and not the prison you feared it to be.

“You know the only problem I have with this?” You asked as you continued to walk, now hand in hand.

“What’s that?” James asked you curiously.

“I have to go back there and admit to both mother and father that they were right.” You groaned. You could already see the smug look your mother would have when you suddenly became happy about the ideal marriage. James laughed at your admission. “Don’t laugh at me!”

“I’m sorry love,” He raised his hands in surrender but still had a smile on his face, “I just thought you’d have a critique about me going back to sea or the church or something. I should have known it was just you being as stubborn as ever.

“You’re going back to sea soon?” You asked, suddenly worried he was going to be gone for a while again. You hated that he had joined the Navy, but you had not been able to convince him not to.

“Not until we’re married.” He told you.

“And then you will leave your new wife alone in a big house by herself?” You gave him a frown.

“I am sure she’ll find plenty of things to occupy her time.” He rolled his eyes at you, “I have been working very hard to complete a library for her.”

Your eyes lit up at that. James was always gifting you with books and the idea that he was creating a library for you had your heart swelling. “I guess she’ll survive the time without him.”

You had unfortunately made it back to your house. “See I told you, look at that smug look.” You whispered to James as you saw your mother watching you reenter the house with him.

That was the last you were able to talk to him as you were quickly whisked away after entering the house. Your mother and his were already starting to plan things and they wanted your opinion. It was all very overwhelming but you were at least now wanting this wedding, so you were able to give your opinion much more freely.

This was how the next few weeks went. You would barely be able to sneak a few moments with James before you were swept away for a fitting, or to pick flowers, or to decide on bridesmaid’s dresses. Everything was a whirlwind but you were just happy to know that in only a short time you would be Mrs. Barnes.

You were currently at your final dress fitting. The wedding was just a week away and you couldn’t be more excited to finally be marrying your childhood best friend.

“Excuse me ma’am,” One of the handmaids interrupted, “James is here and he requested to speak with you, he says it’s urgent.”

You frowned at that. You had no idea what he would deem as urgent to interrupt your last fitting.

“We are basically done here.” You told her, “Tell him I just need a moment to change and I will meet him in the drawing room in a moment.”

You took one final look at the dress before quickly signaling for everyone to help you get undressed. You got back into your normal clothes as quickly as you possibly could.

“James, what is it?” You asked as you finally entered the drawing room. He was pacing around the room which only made you more nervous.

“I am so sorry, my love,” James sighed as he walked up to you, “We must postpone the wedding.”

“Why on earth?” Your frown deepened.

“I have to go back out to sea,” He told you.

“You promised you weren’t leaving until after the wedding, James.”

“I know, and I wish I had a choice, I truly do.” The look in his eyes told you he was sincere, “There are pirates threatening a major port that we cannot lose, they need all the help they can get.”

“How long?” You asked.

“Shouldn’t be long at all,” He told you, “I will be back before you know it, and we will then get married and finally be together, I promise.”

“You better come back to me,” You said softly. The idea that he was leaving to fight off pirates left you terrified for his safety.

“I will, I could never leave you.” He leaned down and gave you a brief kiss.

“I love you,” You whispered against his lips.

“I love you too,” He replied “I can’t wait to get back to you and get married.”

“Be safe,” You told him as he broke away from you to leave.

You hated the pit you felt in your stomach as you watched him leave. You felt it every time he left to go to sea. He assured you that he knew what he was doing and he would always make it back, and so far he had but it didn’t make it any easier.

You didn’t sleep well in the nights that followed. Your mother and father had to deal with getting everything delayed but make sure it would be ready when he returned. Not only were they antsy to marry you off, they knew that is what you wanted.

You were relaxing under a tree, reading a book, trying to distract yourself when you noticed a carriage in your driveway. You watched as a man in a uniform stepped out, and you felt your stomach drop. You knew that James’ parents were over visiting with yours and discussing more wedding arrangements. You had a feeling that whatever the man was saying it was not going to be good.

You were quick to get up and rush to the door as well. Whatever news he was going to give you wanted to be in the room to hear it.

You made it into the house quickly and made your way to the study.

“I am sorry to inform you, but James Barnes was killed in action by Pirate Roberts.”

You couldn’t help the sob that slipped past your lips. You could barely comprehend the thought that James was gone. You had even been able to start your life with him and he was just dead? You felt yourself collapse but were caught by your handmaid before you hit the ground.

“No, he can’t” You sob into her side, “He promised me he would come home,”

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lostcoves · 3 years

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ft. asahi azumane x gn!reader

genre: fluff

wc & warnings: 1.2k | none

premise: in an attempt to kill pandemic boredom, you and your boyfriend attempt to find a new hobby together.

note: this is my piece for love and lockdown, a sinful sluts server collab! wanna thank @kkodzvken and @petalsrdead for being my beta readers!

“(y/n), be careful,” asahi commented to you when you hopped on his back to attempt the double plank yoga pose.

“don’t worry! i got this!” you exclaimed, positioning your feet by asahi’s neck. you gripped your hands on his legs and asahi pushed himself upward, the two of you achieving the double plank yoga pose.

“fuck yeah! we’re doing it!” you cheered.

asahi joined in on your cheers, “yeah! we are–” but the celebrations were cut short when asahi lost his balance, causing the two of you to go crashing down. limbs tangled up, you let out a huff of annoyance and grumbled to your boyfriend, “check yoga off the failed hobbies list.”

“sure thing,” he sighed, disappointed.

spending time with your boyfriend was a good time. you loved your sweet asahi! but throw in a national lockdown due to a pandemic? then time with your boyfriend can turn unbearable very quickly.

you remembered getting the notification on your phone that lockdown was in effect because of the coronavirus, a deadly virus that ravaged many nations. you and asahi, having lived together for a few months, were eating takeout from your favorite thai place when your phones buzzed with the message.

“well, we gotta do something to pass the time in lockdown!” you proposed a list of hobbies the two of you could try while in lockdown. asahi was so happy to spend more time with you, the fashion company he worked for gave him time off because of the pandemic and at home assignments that could be completed whenever so he could dedicate more time to you.

yet, neither of you realized how hard trying new hobbies out was.

hobby number one: mask making

asahi whipped out his two sewing machines and multi-colored cloth while you printed out the instructions on how to create a homemade mask.

“so we just sew this end and that end?” you read off the guide, unsure of to sew a mask. asahi, ever the fashion designer, got it right off the back and got to work sewing. you, on the other hand, struggled to find the correct ends to sew and ended up creating an abomination of a mask.

“ta da!” asahi held up his completed mask, a beautiful masterpiece that could bring a grown man to tears. meanwhile, you held up your backwards, mismatched mask and chuckled nervously, “i don’t think i’m cut out for mask making, azu..”

“should we try a new hobby?”

“yes please.”

hobby number two: baking - more importantly, baking banana bread

with an american chef/youtuber on in the background for motivation, you and asahi suited up to tackle the kitchen. dressed in matching aprons (created by asahi himself), the two of you approached the kitchen with gusto and confidence.

“banana bread, huh?” asahi looked over the recipe you got off the internet.

“it’s all the rage!” you announced, proud to be ahead of the trends.

“this looks easy enough to make. wanna give it a try?” asahi proposed.

excited, you responded with a nod and you both got straight to work with dealing out the ingredients and prepping the oven for the banana bread. baking with your boyfriend was so romantic! you couldn’t wait to see the end product of your baking.

not even ten minutes later, you and asahi were standing in your kitchen, as the firefighters put off the enormous fire your banana bread caused. with your hair singed and asahi coughing up smoke, you deemed this hobby to be a complete and utter fail.

“new hobby?”

“new hobby.”

hobby number three - video games

“look what i got!” you showed off your new gaming console to asahi. his lips formed a small ‘o’ at the sight of the shiny console and he asked, “you got the new nintendo switch?!”

“yup! my parents sent this over to help us kill the boredom,” you whipped out a game case with the words ‘mario kart 8 deluxe’ on the cover, “and they sent a few games for us to play.”

“your folks are the best,” asahi laughed.

“wanna play a round of mario kart?” you offered to your boyfriend.

“sure why not! it will be fun!”

it was, in fact, not fun.

asahi was a bit of a sore loser when it came to video games. after lost eleven– yes, eleven– races in a row, asahi was on the verge of breaking the console when you interjected.

“let’s do a new hobby, babe!”

“okay..”

hobby number four - making whipped coffee

“okay, i think we can do whipped coffee!” you clapped your hands together, staring at the spread of ingredients before you. asahi eyed the materials warily and asked, “are you sure that we’re not gonna burn the kitchen down.. again?”

“we won’t using an oven!” you countered.

“well.. alrighty then!” asahi smiled, grabbing the ingredients.

not even five minutes passed before the two of you were dealing with another banana bread incident, as the fire department put out the flaming blender. you sighed in frustration, covering your face in your hands at the sight.

“new hobby?” asahi frowned.

“ugh.. yeah, new hobby,” you sighed.

hobby number five - painting

asahi went out and brought home some painting supplies. the two of you would paint one another, a cutesy couple activity. surely, you guys couldn’t mess up painting, right! right? right.

“uh.. azu?” you paused from painting your boyfriend.

“yes, honey?” he asked, stopping his process as well.

“i think i’m allergic to the paint,” you held up your forearm where you had gotten some paint on. ugly red blisters broke out on your skin, traveling up your arm. asahi could only stare in surprise at the sight, unsure what to do.

“azumane, take me to the hospital. i’m about to go into anaphylactic shock.”

"yes, honey!”

to the present

you and asahi just failed couples’ yoga, your sixth attempt at gaining a pandemic hobby. annoyed and upset, you leaned your head against asahi’s shoulder, as he took some deep breaths.

“so,” asahi peered over at you, “from attempting to find a new hobby, you made a monstrosity out of a mask, we burned down our kitchen, i almost broke your gaming console, we burned down our kitchen again, and we had to take you to the hospital for anaphylactic shock.. am i missing anything?”

“nope,” you popped the ‘p’ and huffed, “we suck at this.”

“agreed,” hummed asahi.

“there is one hobby we haven’t tried, though.”

“oh?” you caught asahi’s interest.

“couch surfing.”

thus, you and asahi made your way to your couch and pulled up netflix. down the rabbit hole you both went, as you found yourselves sucked into the world of anime and reality television shows.

“this is the life,” asahi commented, holding you in his arms while you finished up another season of the american show friends.

“it is,” you nodded in agreement.

“totally beats baking and making whipped coffee.”

“oh for sure.”

#bee scribbles #hanimehub #love and lockdown #haikyuu!!#hq!!#haikyuu!! x reader #hq!! x reader #karasuno x reader #asahi #asahi azumane #asahi x reader #asahi azumane x reader #original work

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phairfantooooom · 4 years

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Obey Me Explained….. Kinda

In which I do my best to explain the shit hell that is the Time Travel in Obey Me.

Spoilers: It’s absolute bullshit

So we start in chapter uhhh 15 technically since the plot twist is explained that Barbatos is actually a OP Time Wizard, which feels like a throwaway plot device… like dude there are so many ideas and you use Time Travel? Come on.

However I do appreciate the Yugioh Pyramid room. Good taste.

Anyways Barbatos gives you VERY CLEAR INSTRUCTIONS ON HOW TO NOT FUCK UP and what does MC do? Why THEY FUCKING BREAK VERY FUCKING RULE IN THE LAWS OF TIME TRAVEL. *screams in quantum physics*

Barbatos’ Rules of Time Traveling (It’s more so Timeline Hopping but you know what, I can scream all day but it won’t change anything)

Do not reveal you are from the future (More like don’t reveal you are from a different Timeline or Universe)

Do not meet your past self (Hello??? Doppelgängers??? Stay the FUCK away)

Don’t make contact with others from the past. (Go back, observe how Belphie got out and then get the hell out)

To get back to this point in time (Read: Timeline) you need to KNOCK and ENTER through the door you used to get to the past

Now you may be thinking, Huh? What door? I don’t remember going back through a door in the story…

And you would be right. You didn’t.

From here I’ll be explaining the Timeline and order of events and speculation as to why it occurred the way it did.

For reference. There is the Original Timeline. Which is OT1, this is the Timeline of chapters 1 to the end of 15.

The Second Timeline, OT2 is the Timeline where Belphie kills you.

The Third and Final Timeline, OT3 is the Timeline we are currently in. Which is from Chapter 16-12 and onwards.

Alright now that’s out of the way let’s get this shit sorted shall we?

When you go through the wack time travel door you are sent back to Chapter 12-13, to the perspective of the brothers as they hide so that THIS TIMELINES YOU can go romance/befriend/ WHATEVER Lucifer.

So we start with OT1’s MC dropping into Mammon’s bedroom. You know, possibly fortnite like. With everyone in there. Worst possible outcome. And rather than fucking BOLTING, you stay and chat. You know, despite being told not to. You have the option to lie about how you ended up in the room but it doesn’t change the FACTS.

At this point, there are two MC’s. One from OT1 and one that is currently vibing with Lucifer.

The boys end up kicking you out of the room and telling you to go chit chat with Lucifer, unaware that there is already a different version of you doing that.

So you hear Lucifer and your other self coming down the hall and this is where shit starts to get weird.

Regardless of which option you choose (Run, Hide, Turn Invisible- which by the way seems kinda like a weird option right? I’ll get to that later) you end up going into Lilith’s room.

Now. Directly from the transcript.

It’s so warm in here.

I recognize this place. It feels like someplace I know very well.

Now. Time to over analyze. You may be wondering why this matters. I’ll get to that in a bit I promise.

It’s stated that it’s warm. But really that doesn’t make sense. The room is stagnant. Nobody comes in or out. The room is abandoned since Lilith is dead and nobody uses it. However, I have a theory that Lilith is spiritually attached to your body which is why you sense what you feel.

Lilith probably has plenty of memories of sitting by the FIREPLACE in her room with Beel and Belphie. A lot of times people with spirit attachments get senses of déjà vu when they are near places that the Spirit used to frequent when the Spirit was alive.

The next area of weirdness is Leviathan. He comes in, unannounced and addresses you as if you were Lilith.

Transcript:

I’m coming in, okay?

Aha, I thought I’d find you in here.

Wait, Belphie’s not here?

Huh, that’s weird… He was just telling me that he was going to stop by your room.

Both of you were playing hide-and-seek, right?

He said he couldn’t find you. He looked like he was about to cry.

Why don’t you try to go find Belphie yourself? I mean, I guess it’s hard to say who’s it at that point, but still.

Well, see ya later.

Alright. So we have a lot to unwrap here, but I’ll make it short and sweet. Something clearly happened when you KNOCKED and ENTERED Lilith’s room (Hint Hint Nudge Nudge) What happened you ask? You jumped timelines. Which is why everything seems disjointed and jarring. It’s not supposed to be normal or feel normal, the game is subtly telling you that you aren’t supposed to be there.

Time is beginning to fray at the seams and when you exit the room you jump into another timeline AGAIN. As you go to the stairs to get to Belphie which you would think should be vacant, they are not.

From a casual players perspective you’d think oh! Well Lucifer and past me are in the living room, and the brothers are in Mammon’s room. So it’s all clear, right?

Wrong.

From the moment you exited Lilith’s bedroom you entered the OT2 Timeline. Which takes place roughly right after Lucifer imprisons Belphie in the attic. And at this point in time, you haven’t arrived in the Devildom yet.

I make this assumption based on the transcript:

Belphegor: What scares you is the thought of disappointing Diavolo, isn’t it?!

Say something! Lucifer!

The old Lucifer wasn’t like this. He wasn’t afraid of what someone else thought of him. He wasn’t pathetic like that.

Lucifer: You’re free to think whatever you want, Belphegor. Also…

I’d say you’ve changed as well.

It would seem weird for them to be arguing like this in the present since it’s like. Wow y’all are really just arguing over the same plot point for an ENTIRE year? Damn and I thought I was stubborn.

Anyways.

Lucifer comes down the stairs. You hide and yadda yadda and you goooo upstairrrrssss

Oh boy oh boy this gets FUCKED in hurry folks

So you YOU can just. Open the door. Without Lucifer’s pact? 🤔 k. And then you go and have familiar dialogue choices to wake Belphie up and blahhhhh

Let me get something off the table here. I am calling entire Bullshit on the Lilith is my ancestor origin story. I hate it and you may or may not hate it too so I’ll present a better argument.

Lilith, the lovely gal that she was, upon remembering who she was when she died decided to haunt the House of Lamentation. Which would provide reasoning as to WHY people believe the House is haunted.

When you come to the house of Lamentation to stay with the brothers you catch Lilith’s eye, and she sees that you have the potential to fix the rifts between the brothers. When she attaches herself to you she forms a pseudo pact with you. Why is this important? Because that’s how you got the dumb door open in the OT2 Timeline.

Now some of you may be screaming, BUT THEN HOW DID IT WORK IN THE ORIGINAL TIMELINE THEN HMMMM? And to that I answer. Lilith could see how the conversation between Lucifer and you was heading and she went to go unlock the door. And before you yell and say BUT SHE IS A GHOST-

Ghosts can manipulate objects, yeah? All she had to do was open the door.

Now this is my theory, in the canon of the game it uses garbage Terminator Time Travel logic which is A PARADOX. Feel free to fight me on this, I have receipts.

Anyway. You open the door. Oh but! You can choose to call out before you do. But conveniently nobody answers. Which means one of two things. Either Belphie falls asleep very quickly, or something else is at work here.

Remember those turn invisible options? Kinda strange right? I mean they wouldn’t even work anyways so why were they listed? Answer: Lilith. Lilith is a ghost so at times of being discovered it would be easy for a ghost to just vanish. That’s why it’s listed as if it were one of the choices you would instinctively make.

Belphie had just been conversing with Lucifer, and while he is the Avatar of Soth, you have seen his anger. He wouldn’t succumb to sleep while enraged. And he has no reason to ignore you either.

What do I think?

*puts on tin foil hat like it’s a crown*

It’s because something isn’t letting him hear you.

I’ll get to that something later. First things first.

You get in the room and you have some…. choice dialogue. In OT1 Lilith had let Belphie out and naturally since she is attached to you, you have the same instinctive reaction to do the same. The difference is that you are still you. That’s why there is a Lilith choice and there is a you choice.

Transcript of Chapter 13-10

??? (Lilith):

Belphie…

Wake up…

Sorry Belphie…

Now the choices from Chapter 16-4

Wake up. (Lilith)

Belphegor. (MC)

Sorry. (Lilith)

It’s okay. (MC)

This might be over analyzing but fuck it. We ain’t here to under analyze.

Moving right along, remember how I said we are at the point where you weren’t in the devildom? Well you went through another door, and jumped timelines again. And not ONLY that but you jump into the body of the OT2 MC, your memories are those of OT1 but you are in the body of OT2.

Where is your OT1 body? It’s hidden by the stairs patiently waiting for you to die so you can inhabit it again.

Weird right? But it makes sense, and here is why.

When Belphie brings you to the edge of death you are lying on the border of the afterlife. As such you would be a lot more susceptible to, let say, communication with ghosts.

A.k.a Our good Lilith.

ALSO NOTE Lilith never outright says she is our ancestor and as such I’m going to ignore what Diavolo says because I don’t trust him for reasons. Don’t get me wrong, I love the guy but I don’t trust him. At. All.

I’m more inclined to believe that Lilith was trying to say “Because you are my last hope.” Rather than descendant. I mean she outright says she chose you and that she has been watching over you and the brothers. Fact-check brought to you by Chapter 16-10.

Alrighty. Still here? Good.

Lilith lends you some of her power. And you pop back into existence.

Now at first I thought. Oh hey Lilith reversed time! That’s neat, now Barbatos isn’t too OP.

Except…. that’s not what happened at all.

The body you had been killed in was in Mammon’s arms. And your OT1 mind and body are now in what I call OT3. The final timeline. Not the true timeline, but the final one.

Now you really should skedaddle back to the palace and go to the yugioh room AND LEAVE

But you get caught. And things get very very…. suspicious. History at this point IF we were time traveling would be fucked, but since I don’t believe we are, we are still golden.

ALSO TO EVEN PUSH MORE ON THIS FACT YOU HAVE A FLASHBACK TO BARBATOS TELLING YOU NOT TO COME INTO CONTACT WITH ANYONE

But a moment later Leviathan sees you. And things get funky. The OT2 you vanishes, we have canon confirmation that both OT1 and OT2 WERE REAL VERSIONS OF YOU. No fakes here folks.

Now. Here is what piqued my interest.

You explain the story of Lilith and Belphie calls you a liar before Lucifer proclaims it to be true. Then Lucifer asks you how you know about it.

When you tell him the truth, that he had told you, he denies it and asks for an explanation. Before you can so much as breathe a response someone intervenes.

Who you may ask?

Diavolo, of course.

He makes a proclamation about you being Lilith’s descendant and your connection to her. Lucifer often tries to interject but is shut down. Every. Single. Time.

Hmmmm indeed.

Spiritual attachments, if they are strong enough can cause visions. And you may see memories from the spirit.

I firmly want to believe that all this is bullshit in an attempt to distract us from the fact that we are not in the correct timeline.

I mean…. did anyone notice just how easy Belphie gave in once Diavolo used the Lilith card? I mean, seriously, the guy killed you. And attempted to do so again not even five minutes earlier!

Diavolo and Barbatos don’t want you dead. And naturally you’d reason that of course they wouldn’t! The exchange program requires you to be alive after all. But what if…. there is more to it? I have reason to believe that Diavolo has more in mind than just the exchange program.

I mean this is the same man who Barbatos serves, it would be easy for him to just…. manipulate reality. We saw an example of this when the OT2 body vanished.

However keep in mind that the Diavolo and Barbatos we are speaking to are not the same as the original ones. These two are from OT3. And they might have a very very different agenda when compared to OT1.

In Chapter 16-19 we ask Barbatos if we warped history.

This is what we get back:

I know I told you that I have the power to see both the past and the future, but the truth is that there’s one more secret —something I still haven’t mentioned.

You see, I have the power to select from any number of different potential realities and make any of them into the sole reality.

Within the various potential realities, there are an infinite number of versions of MC…

...however, in the sole reality I chose, the one and only MC is the one right there. That’s why the previous MC disappeared while you remained…

Now by this logic, there are an infinite number of Barbatos’. Which poses an interesting question. OT3 Barbatos is acting as if he is OT1, which he is not. But him acting shady isn’t not the big issue here, believe it or not.

He can manipulate reality. Unravel it at his fingertips. He himself could have gone back and figured out that the ghost of Litith was the one to have opened the door. Which begs the question, why didn’t he?

Either OT1 Barbatos does not possess the ability to manipulate reality or he had withheld information on purpose.

Now that’s a scary thought. I mean why would they withhold information unless…. unless…

You were a danger.

I am in the belief that Barbatos of OT1 is on your side, he gives instructions on how to get back. Because you NEED to get back. There are consequences for messing with time, like…. getting stuck in a parallel reality. *wink wink*

On the other hand… if Barbatos of OT1 COULD manipulate reality then why bother with you unless… there was an extra variable at play.

What if Barbatos couldn’t see what happened. What if Mister OP Time Wizard suddenly encountered an anomaly with you? What if this entire situation was orchestrated by Diavolo in an effort to figure out why Lilith attaches herself to you?

But. The horror doesn’t end here folks.

I believe that OT3 Diavolo and Barbatos are lying in an effort to keep you here, in OT3. After all, Barbatos just yeeted the OT2 MC into smoke after all. And we have NO idea where the OT3 MC is. Honestly I have a very funny feeling that you, the OT1 mc, have powers of your own. Ones that are not related to Lilith.

Because Lilith is just lending her aid, you already have something there for her to boost.

You traveling back in time (Timeline hopping, fight me) May have been a test, a test to see if you had powers locked up inside you.

And I think that you do. I think that we are being played as a fool and that there is something much larger at play here.

Or - And please hear me out - I’m going stir crazy in this quarantine.

Hope you guys enjoyed 💚

A/N this took me about 2 hours? To write and bounce between apps. This is about 2.8k words. Maybe I’ll come back and elaborate more on this but it’s late and I’m tired lmao. Someone take the tin foil away from me-

#Obey Me #Obey Me Headcanon #Obey Me Theory #Obey Me Lucifer #Obey Me Leviathan #Obey Me Diavolo #Obey Me Barbatos #Obey Me Lilith #Obey Me Belphie #Obey Me Belphegor #Lmao I hope this makes sense

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nastybuckybarnes · 4 years

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More Hearts Than Mine

Pairing: Bucky X Reader AU

Summary: Your car breaks down during a road trip, which results in Bucky finally meeting your parents, and finding out the reason why you've been so opposed to him meeting them for the past year.

Warnings: Fluff, tiny bit of angst, More Fluff

Word Count: 5.4K

A/N: Based off of the song More Hearts Than Mine by Ingrid Andress! This is just cute a fluffy with a tiny tiny bit of angst.

~*~

The spluttering of the engine makes your stomach drop.

“Aw shit,” your boyfriend mutters, pulling off to the side of the highway with his hazards on. You look around nervously as he gets out, hoping to God it’s something that a quick smack can fix.

“Looks like we’re gonna need a new part,” he says after nearly ten minutes beneath the hood, a frown on his face. You groan and put your face in your hands, more upset about where you are than the possibility of paying for a new part.

He climbs into the car beside you, keeping his door open to let the warm wind blow the stale air out your window.

So much for your romantic road trip across the country.

“C’mon. There’s gotta be a shop around here that can tow us.” You stop him as he reaches for his phone, sighing heavily.

“My uh... my folks live right around here. My dad’s a mechanic, truck and everything, he can probably come tow us out. Give us a place to stay for the night.” He raises his eyebrows at this.

He’s never met your parents.

Not because he hasn’t wanted to or hasn’t tried to, but you shoot down every attempt he makes to get closer to your family. You make excuses for holidays and birthdays, and you always seem to make plans with them on days when he’s out of town.

Funny how that works.

“Hey, stranger!” You sigh heavily and fight a smile.

“Hey, dad! I uh... I’m with James right now, he and I were just driving through the area but we’re having some car problems. He says we’re gonna need another part before it’s drivable. So I figured, since we’re on our way through town anyway, maybe he and I could come crash with you and ma for a night or two?”

The other line is silent before you hear the sound of his old truck roaring to life.

“Your mother’s already getting started on a blueberry pie for dessert. Where are you? I’ll come tow you to the shop then give you a lift home. I’m sure your mother will wanna ask you a million questions.” You sigh in relief, having missed your parents tremendously.

“Yeah, that sounds good. James and I are on the shoulder, just past Jamie’s. We were gonna stop for lunch but then our car decided to take its last breath.” Your dad laughs and you hear the beeping as he backs out of the garage.

“Alrighty kiddo. I’ll be over in a jiffy.” He hangs up and you sigh, leaning your head back against the seat for a moment before popping your eyes open and looking at your boyfriend.

“Y-you don’t mind, do you? I just... I know dad’ll give us a good deal, and ma’s been dying to meet you.” He grabs your hand and you stop talking, watching as he kisses your knuckles.

“I’ve been wanting to meet your folks for so long, Darlin’. I’m just wishing I could’ve been dressed better.” You shake your head, chuckling at him.

“You’re fine, James. Besides, my dad’s a mechanic so you’re already golden in his books. Ma’s too. She’s always been on me about being with a man who knows his way around things. And may I say that you, James Barnes, are quite the handyman.” He blushes, shaking his head at you.

The loud rumble of your father’s truck gets you out of the car, and you smile as your dad pulls up onto the side of the road in front of you, hopping out of his truck with a huge smile on his face.

“Hey Kiddo!” he shouts, throwing his arms open while walking towards you. You grin and hug him tightly.

“Hi, Dad. I’ve missed you.” He squeezes you to his chest for a moment longer before letting you go and looking at your boyfriend.

“So you must be James,” your father says, looking him up and down.

“Yes sir.” Your father purses his lips, eyeing the way your boyfriend reaches out to shake his hand.

“Nah, none of that. Come here, son.” He pulls him into a tight bear hug and you giggle at the sight.

“You've taken good care of my daughter over the past year, so we don’t need any of those formalities. We’re all family, here.” James smiles brightly at your dad and you watch the exchange with lovestruck eyes.

The two of them head over to the car and, after a couple of minutes of looking, your dad nods.

“Your boy knows what he’s talking about, kid. You two hop in the truck while I get her hooked on. I’ll drop you both off at home then take your car to the shop. Sound good?” You nod, looking up when Bucky shrugs.

“I could help you, if you’d like.” Your dad purses his lips then nods.

“Sure. Besides, I’m sure your mother has only a thousand things to ask you before she meets the newest addition to our family.” You smile tightly and nod, climbing into the truck with Bucky hot on your heels. Your dad rummages around, hooking the car up, and Bucky takes your hand gently in his.

“You okay?” He asks, noticing your discomfort. You take a deep breath then nod, smiling gently at him.

“We’ll talk about it later,” you promise, kissing his cheek gently then pulling away when your dad climbs into the truck.

“Alright, hang on. The seatbelts aren’t the best and she doesn’t run as smoothly as she used to.” The truck thunders to life and then your dad is zooming down the highway and into the small town where you grew up.

Memories fill you as you see familiar faces and places, and you feel Bucky hold your hand a little tighter.

When you rumble to a stop in front of your childhood home, you smile excitedly, happy to see your mother again.

“Alright. Tell your ma that we’ll be home before dinner.” You nod, smiling when Bucky climbs out of the truck to help you down, even though you both know you could do it by yourself with ease.

You walk up the steps and push the blue front door open, the loud squeak reminding you of running into the house late countless times.

“Ma? It’s me,” you call, kicking your shoes off and shutting the door tightly behind yourself.

You head down the short hallway to the kitchen, smiling when you see your mom scurrying around the kitchen.

“Oh Goodness! (Y/n)! Is he here?! How’s my hair?!” You giggle and shake your head, pulling her into a hug.

“James went to the shop with dad, they figure they can get the car up and running faster with the both of them working on it.” She nods, pulling away and looking you up and down.

“Oh, you look so beautiful. I’ve missed you.” Tears prick at your eyes and you nod, breathing deeply. “I’ve missed you too, Ma. Now, how about I help you make dinner?” She eyes you skeptically before nodding.

“Your apron is where it always is. Now go wash up. You can work on the pie while I get the chicken ready.” You smile, walking down the hallway to the laundry room, your apron hanging behind the door. You slip it on and immediately feel at home.

You didn’t realize how much you missed being here, doing these things.

You wash your hands then head back to the kitchen, the familiar task of blueberry pie keeping your hands busy while your mom starts grilling you.

“So why haven’t you brought James around before?” She asks. You sigh and shake your head.

“Because, Ma, you know how attached you get to them. I don’t want to hurt any more people than I’d have to if things don’t work out between the two of us.” She nods, lips pursed as if she wants to argue.

“Where were the two of you headed?” She asks, changing the subject.

“He wanted to go on a little road trip. We were gonna stop at Jamie’s for a snack, but then the car broke down before we even got to town. I figured I’d give you guys a call.” She nods, looking over at you.

“If your car hadn’t broken down, would you have called to tell us that you’re in town?” She asks. You don’t answer, hating yourself for hurting her feelings.

She puts the chicken in the oven and you turn to her, pie finished and waiting to be baked.

“Ma, it’s not that I’m ashamed, ‘cause I’m not. I just... I saw how hard it hit you guys when Brock and I didn’t work out. I don’t wanna hurt you guys like that again.”

She looks at you with glossy eyes and shakes her head, pulling you into a tight hug.

“You didn’t hurt us, sweetie. We hated to see how he hurt you. Because you deserve so much better than him. I understand you needing time, but you need to be vulnerable, and you need to trust us. And from the way you talk about him, I can already tell that James is nothing like Brock.” You sniffle, a new stray tears slipping down your cheeks. The front door opens and you quickly pull away from her, hurrying out of the kitchen and up the stairs just as your father and boyfriend enter the house.

“(Y/n)?” Bucky calls, looking up worriedly when you close a door at the top of the stairs.

He exchanges confused glances with your father before taking his shoes off and following the older man to the kitchen.

“Smells delicious, sweetheart,” your father says, pressing a kiss to your mother’s cheek. She smiles and looks at James, taking him in. From his dirty khakis, to his tight black shirt, to his tousled hair.

“You must be James. Our (Y/n) has told us all about you,” she says, pulling him into a hug. He hugs her back and smiles.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you, Mrs. (Y/l/n).” She giggles and shakes her head. “None of that formal stuff here, James. You’re family to us. You’ve taken good care of our (Y/n). From what I’ve heard, you’re the best thing to ever happen to her.” He feels his eyes sting at the compliments and he sighs, pulling away from the hug to look your parents in the eye.

“Your daughter has made me into the man I am today. She brings out the very best parts of me, and I’d be absolutely lost without her.” Your mother holds her hand to her chest and sniffles.

“She’s in the upstairs bathroom. We were having a little... heart-to-heart before you guys came home.” Bucky nods, excusing himself and hurrying up the stairs to find you.

He knocks on the door, his heart cracking when he hears you sniffle.

“I’ll be out in a minute.”

“(Y/n)? Doll? It’s me. Can I come in?” The door opens and he hurries inside, hugging you tightly to his chest.

“What’s wrong, pretty girl? Why the tears?” You sniffle and shake your head, clinging tightly to him.

“I just... I didn’t realize how much I’ve missed being home. I’ve missed my family, my parents.” He nods, kissing the top of your head.

“I know, doll. I know. But we’re here now. Dinner’s in the oven and I think your parents are breaking out the photo albums. So let’s head down there. I’ll be right here, okay?” You nod, wiping the tears off of your cheeks and checking your appearance in the mirror.

Bucky kisses your temple.

“You look perfect, sweetheart.” You chuckle weakly and shake your head before leaving the bathroom with him, taking a couple of deep breaths as the two of you get to the bottom of the staircase.

Your parents are sitting in the living room, photo albums all over the coffee table.

“Oh God, I thought you were kidding!” You exclaim, already embarrassed. Your parents laugh and you're quick to sit next to them, smiling when James wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you tight to his body.

You spend a good hour looking through photos, laughing and sharing memories with your boyfriend. Your parents take every chance to embarrass you, but it’s all worth it when you see James tip his head back and laugh from deep in his gut.

“Alright, everyone. Dinner’s ready.” You pull James to the table and he sits across from you while your parents each sit at one of the heads.

Your mother insists on serving everyone, and you don’t have the heart to argue with her.

The first few bites are quiet before your father starts asking about where James grew up.

“I’m from Brooklyn. Born and raised. But I’ve always wanted something like this.” He looks around wistfully and you find yourself surprised.

“Really?” Your mother asks. He nods, smiling at her.

“My dad was never around when I was growing up and my ma was always busy with work, so it was up to me to make dinner and make sure my sisters did their homework and stuff. But this? God, I love it. Your home is beautiful. And the energy here... the dynamic you have... it’s everything I wish I could’ve had. Everything I want for (Y/n) and I when we’re ready to start our own family.”

The way he says it so effortlessly makes your heart flutter and you smile softly at him.

Your mother doesn’t miss the exchange, and her heart warms at the fact that the two of you are so in love with each other.

The rest of dinner goes by with little conversations that don’t feel forced, but flow naturally, as if this is a regular occurrence and not the first time your boyfriend is meeting your parents.

You and James clean up after dinner and dessert, him washing dishes while you dry and put away.

When the last plate is put in its place, you lean against the counter and watch him dry his hands.

His eyes meet yours and he wiggles his brows. You giggle and shake your head, smacking him with the dishtowel. He grabs it and tugs, forcing you to move closer to him. He steps closer to you and tilts your chin up with two fingers before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“I love you,” he whispers, smiling at the way your eyes soften.

“I love you too.” You kiss him once more then hug him tightly, closing your eyes and relaxing in his hold. Your parents stand in the doorway with proud smiles on their faces.

They leave to give you guys some privacy, but you break apart a few moments later. You walk into the living room hand-in-hand, and your mother smiles.

"Your father was just talking about getting a bonfire going. How does that sound?" You smile and look up at Bucky with hopeful eyes. He gazes down at you as if you're the only thing in the world.

"That sounds perfect," you whisper, looking back at your parents with a lovesick grin on your face.

The four of you head outside to sit around the fire pit, and Bucky is quick to get up and help your dad get the fire going.

"I see the way you look at him," your mother whispers. You glance over at her, brows furrowed in confusion.

"It's the same way I look at your father. You're in love with that boy. Absolutely smitten. And he looks at you the same way. Hell, the way he looks at you, you'd think you hung the moon and all the stars in the sky." You giggle, embarrassment making you look down.

"You deserve him, (Y/n). He's a good guy, that much I can tell already. And he cares about you so dearly. The way he talks about having a future... a family... with you. It's like it's a normal thing for him, something he wouldn't even think twice about. You deserve each other, and I know that the two of you make each other happy." You nod, watching as he walks back over to you, wiping some woodchips off of his hands and onto his pants. He plops himself down on the old, worn-down couch right next to you, his arm instinctively going around your shoulders.

You lean your head against his shoulder, thinking about everything your ma said while he talks to your father about something.

You must doze off at some point because when you open your eyes the fire is dying and you're being scooped up into your boyfriend's arms. You curl up against his chest and he chuckles, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

"You guys will be staying in the guest bedroom. It's the second door on the right," your mother whispers, opening the back door for James. He brings you upstairs and gently lays you down on the bed. You relax and let him help you out of your clothes, digging through the bags that he brought back with your father until he finds one of your favourite shirts. It's a simple black shirt, but his scent clings to it no matter how many times you wash it.

He helps you change into it then strips down to his boxers and a t-shirt, climbing into bed beside you.

You immediately cuddle up against him, pressing your forehead against his chest.

"You okay, doll? You seemed upset earlier." You nod, taking a deep breath of the scent that is so purely Bucky.

"I was nervous, that's all. My folks... they get attached quick. Hell, my ma falls in love faster than I do. And the last time I brought a boy home... When I thought him and I were gonna be together forever... he hurt me. And he hurt my parents. They'd grown so attached that they missed him as much as I did. I didn't want to put anyone through added heartache... in case you and I didn't work out," you mumble.

He kisses the top of your head and sighs. "I understand why you did it doll. Hell, seeing your parents... I would wanna keep them safe too. But I'm not gonna hurt you. I know that Brock fucked you up, but I'm not like him. I care about you, and I care about your family, too. They accepted me so quick... I've never had a family like that."

You push yourself onto your elbow and watch as he takes a deep breath.

"My pa... he was a drunk. Always drinkin' every hour of the day. One day my ma kicked him out and we never heard from him again. She had to pick up extra shifts at the hospital to pay the bills, so I took over raising my sisters. Hell, when I was old enough I got a job and helped her with the bills so she could relax a bit." Your heart cracks as he tells you the tragic tale of his childhood again.

"Now 'm not sayin' this to make you feel bad. 'Cause I don't regret a single thing that happened in my childhood. I wouldn't trade it for the world. It made me the man I am today and it made me so that when I come into your house... when you parents welcome me with open arms... I don't take that lightly." He sniffles then clears his throat, blinking back tears.

"James, my parents love you. They adore you. You'll always be welcome here and you'll always have a place here." He hugs you tightly and you feel wet tears drop against your head.

"I love you, James. So much. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"I love you, (Y/n). I... I honestly don't know where I'd be without you."

The two of you fall asleep holding each other in your childhood bedroom, the memories in the room going deep than the wallpaper.

It's a few days later when the two of you are finally back on the road, heading out with a trunk full of leftovers and knickknacks that your mother insisted you two take.

He has your hand tight in his the whole drive, windows down while the radio plays the top hits from the 90s. You sing along, hair blowing in the wind as you vibe, the love of your life driving down the highway, thanking his lucky stars that he found you and that you chose him.

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All I Want For Christmas Is You Chapter 2 ~It’s Her Cue~

Previously in Sparks Will Fly ...

A slap on his back tore his gaze away from Claire. "Easy now lad," Willie said in a low, amused voice. "Ye look like ye could use the same drink as her."

Jamie glanced back at the subject of their conversation. "Aye, but make mine a double," he whispered.

"On it," Willie replied, laughing as he walked off.

What the bloody hell? He should be withdrawing himself away from this attraction because this mad instant bond between them was like an overloaded electrical fuse, capable of incinerating him alive. He'd already learnt his lesson from his last relationship. He'd been there and done that, but yet he didn't have the will to stop himself from finding out how their connection would play out.

Oh, Christ, this is bad. So, so bad, I'm in so much big trouble. Taking a huge sigh, he found himself a stool nearest to the pool table and watched Claire steal the show from the best snooker player in Broch Mordha.

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"Just polishing my balls for the lovely lass, here."

The people around her howled with good-natured laughter.

Claire kept her head down as she sat on the edge of the stool, chalking her stick, waiting for Hugh to stop showing off and blathering with his mates, and to finally break. She felt eyes on her, and when she looked up, she met Jamie's gaze where he sat with his brother at the high table.

Annalise leaned in from behind her and whispered, "Ginger can't stop looking at you."

Claire drew in substantial deep breaths. She'd watched Jamie play shinty earlier, and she thought he looked impressive then. Tall, strong, lithe, covered in mud and the epitome of a Highland warrior. Not that she had any idea what a Highland warrior would have looked like. After all, she only had the movie, Braveheart to go by. But who would have thought he'd show any interest in her. Perhaps, because she'd probably looked like she was about to climb him. Who could blame her, though? The moment he'd looked into her eyes, he stirred something inside her, which no man had ever done before him. And by some feat of willpower, she wondered how she'd succeeded not breaking into song right then and there. Up close earlier and now, sat only a few feet away, Jamie looked even better. Wavy auburn hair touched the collar of his plaid flannel shirt and the way his jeans hung low on hips, it shouldn't be even allowed.

"He probably thinks I'm easy. You know how some rural folks think city people like us have loose morals."

Annalise gasped. "Why do you think he would think that?"

"I think I came on too strong and flirty," she confided in a low voice. "He's a man, so of course, he'd respond, and it probably works a treat for him too since I'm only here for a holiday. But my God, he's one fine specimen of a man, isn't he? I'm even getting butterflies, and the last time I had them ...goodness, I can't even remember."

"Don't be daft ...you don't even know what he's thinking. Besides, you're single, and you're allowed to show interest if you fancy someone." The ice in Annalise's vodka and tonic clinked behind her. "This is the twenty-first century, and you're welcome to it. Flirt away and get butterflies. Let yourself go a little. I don't know if it applies here, but I'll say it anyway ...what goes on in the Highlands, stay in the Highlands."

Aww, bless her.

Claire was grateful for her friend's presence in her life. If Annalise hadn't been there to constantly coax her out of her self-consciousness and to confide in to, she'd probably still be living a secluded life, and London would have eventually eaten her whole. Now here she was, openly flirting with a handsome stranger and she'd agreed to let him take her out.

Claire smiled. "How about you? What's happening with you and Willie?"

Annalise made an exaggerated sighing sound behind her, making her laugh. What a tart!

"Hey, by the way, Jamie asked me out. So I guess, after this game and a round of drink, we're going to split. He wants to take me on a Christmas night tour. Will you be alright with Willie?" Claire asked. She had to make sure as this was their holiday together and she didn't want Annalise feeling abandoned.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. The boys seem like decent blokes, but as a precaution, I took photos of their driving licences and sent them to Geillis. She'll have them thoroughly checked out. Really handy to know someone whose boyfriend works with the police."

Claire's eyes widened, and she turned around to face her friend. "You didn't! I told Jamie I trust him." Geillis Duncan was their mutual friend they'd met in London at a party. After hitting it off, they'd forged a tight friendship, and the three of them became close until Geillis had to move back to her home city of Glasgow when she met the love of her life. Claire and Annalise were going to visit her before flying back to London.

"Of course, I did, silly. We're both on our own. Just because we're on our holidays and having fun doesn't mean we have to be lax when it comes to precaution. Don't worry, it'll be fine." Annalise reassuringly squeezed her arm. "Speaking of protection ...do you have condoms?"

What!?! Sex was the furthest thing from her mind. But she didn't have time to reply as she saw at the corner of her eye, Hugh finally, leaned across the pool table and broke. As Claire stood up to take her turn, their audience cheered and whooped.

Ignoring the hoots and whistles, she watched in concentration as the colourful balls rolled, not one of them dropping into a pocket. She began to walk around the pool table, taking in each position of the balls as she tapped her chin. Alrighty Beauchamp, let's have a look, shall we? This should be easy-peasy, lemon squeezy. We'll go for stripes.

"Ye ken how to play, hen?" Hugh teased, extracting laughter from his friends. "If not, I promise to go easy with my shaft." Another round of loud laughter ensued.

Claire ignored the innuendo, and the sally going on and focused.

First, I'll down that nine-ball hanging over the pocket and use the rail to tap out the eleven, crammed against the twelve. That'll leave open the six, thirteen, and fifteen. Once I drop the fifteen, using a little side spin, that should bring me to the other end of the table. Then I'll sink the eleven and the fourteen into the same corner pocket, gently hitting the ten off the rail in the process, so I don't get stuck later having to bank shot it. Knock in the eight, then I'm clear to finish it off. Good God, Beauchamp, you're so good.

Satisfied with her strategy, Claire leaned over the green felt and positioned herself. Although Hugh's loud wisecrack didn't rattle her, the intensity of Jamie's stare was another matter. Taking a deep breath, she redirected her concentration on her game plan and took her first shot and then another, working clinically and accurately. Unfortunately, their encounter earlier kept creeping back into her consciousness and playing in loops in her head. It didn't help that his scent stuck on to her when he'd caught her after the fall. He smelled of forest and fresh laundry. None of that heavy musky expensive perfumes London yuppies liked to bathe in. It made her want to lean in, bury her face in the crook of his neck and take a deep breath.

Bent at the waist, Claire stretched over the edge of the table and focused on the fifteen-ball and tried not to wince at the memory of openly flirting with Jamie. In her defence, it wasn't every day she was rescued by a very manly bloke who stared at her like he didn't want to let her out of his sight. She wondered if she'd appeared too eager and was totally misunderstanding the look he was giving her. There had been a hint of wariness lurking behind those beautiful translucent blue eyes when she'd agreed to go out with him. Had she said something to cause him to throw up his guard?

Having gone to a Catholic, all-girls, boarding school, her experience with the opposite sex was limited to the ones she read in romance novels. Orphaned at a young age, her guardian uncle Lamb didn't believe, dragging her across the globe with him was an ideal way to raise a girl, especially when he worked mostly with men in archaeological sites. So he'd decided the best place for her upbringing was with the nuns, right through college.

So when it finally came for her to start adulting and dating in a big, bad city like London, she'd been like a deer caught in the headlights. But she quickly found her feet with the help of her friend and flatmate, Annalise, a Parisienne by birth and a Londoner at heart. The French girl had been a mentor to her, initiating her to the trappings of singlehood and city life. Though the dating and getting-to-know-a-guy part was also an exciting discovery, she quickly realised every date she'd been to, after having gone through a handful of them, was a recycled version of the last. Same lines, same latest fashion, exaggerated backstories and trying too hard to impress instead of being themselves. So at the ripe age of twenty-five, she still had to experience what it was like to have a boyfriend. Annalise accused her of being too picky, but Claire always reasoned she just hadn't met the right one. She'd envisioned her first boyfriend to be someone endearingly awkward, not too loud and maybe a little shy. But Jamie was the least awkward man she'd ever met. He was easy on the eyes, and he lived inside his skin like a well-worn pair of jeans. He was far from a starter boyfriend she'd envision - definitely, not a boy anything.

"Go, Claire! You can do it!" Annalise shouted at the sidelines.

As she marked her shot on the eight-ball, she glanced up at Jamie and felt her focus wobble a bit. When one of the lads emitted a low whistle as she moved her hips to settle herself at a conducive angle, he didn't have a smidgen of amusement on his face. More than anything, he looked liked he was about to knock the front teeth off of the offender.

She didn't want a pub brawl to start in her honour, even if it sounded romantic in movies or books.

Straightening up from her position, she gave Jamie what she thought was a sexy smile. "Hey, Jamie," she called to him. "You got that single malt ready for me? This shouldn't take long." She tried not to blanch for sounding overconfident and cocky. It seemed cheeky for presuming she'd finished this game in a jiffy, but the pleasure of seeing his piercing blue eyes creased at the corners was definitely worth the minor discomfort her behaviour had caused her. Oh, Lordy! There were hushed oohs, followed by a round of testosterone-laced jests, making Jamie shake his head in amusement. At least, to her relief, he stopped looking like he's about to wallop anyone. Trouble averted in the knick of time!

As Jamie turned to get the attention of the bartender, she quickly lowered herself back over the table in the same position and sunk in the remaining balls. When she finished, her opponent, Hugh looked, well …not the least bit pleased about it. It probably didn't help she'd earlier acted cocksure about winning the game and might have dented his macho ego in front of his mates.

Claire watched Hugh purposely marched towards her as their audience clapped, cheered and teased him for losing to a lassie.

"Ye got me at a disadvantage. I must admit I went easy on you since ye're new around here," he said loud enough for everyone near the pool table to hear.

Claire gave him a charming smile, even though she felt like throttling him for not being man enough to congratulate her. "I know. Too bad, you assumed I couldn't play because I have a pair of boobs."

Hugh's eyes dropped down to her breast, and his cheek twitched, as he openly leered at her. "I must admit, ye have a lovely pair, and it might have distracted me from playing a good game, now that I come to think about it. Ye ken what ye need? Ye need a good ..."

"Stiff drink?" Jamie interrupted as he handed Claire a glass of single malt. "That's what ye were about to say, aye?"

Jamie's words were mildly pleasant, but she detected the underlying warning in his tone. Hugh didn't look like one to back-off, but when Jamie took a small step forward, he eyed the height and breadth before him and thought better of it. Splitting a forced smile between her and Jamie, Hugh raised both his hands as a sign of truce and slowly walked back to his mates.

With a sigh, she placed her cue stick on the pool table and faced Jamie. "This is fast becoming a habit of yours, isn't it?"

"What?" he asked, taking a step inside her personal space. It was another one of his moves to add to that growing habit list of his. Her old fashion side, the side influenced by her upbringing in the boarding school, wanted her to take a step back. But the side, that suspiciously sounded like Annalise, was shouting at her to hold her ground.

So she held her ground and arched an eyebrow at him. "You coming to my rescue. Again!"

When his mouth expanded into a smile, she couldn't help noticing his full, beautiful lips. With a cleanly shaven angular jaw, they made him looked like an angel who'd spent time in hell. Her breath caught in her throat, and she quickly looked back up, hoping he hadn't noticed her wandering eyes.

His amused expression told her he had. "Ye could say, rescuing ye is one past time that's beginning to grow on me."

She laughed out loud. It was something she did whenever she was nervous or when shyness overtook, and the most annoying part of it, it was almost always accompanied by a snort. She quickly sobered up. Acting like a loon was definitely beginning to be her nervous signature move.

As if sensing her unease, Jamie quickly changed the subject. "By the way, that was some show ye put on. Ye'll be the topic of everyone's conversation for the next few days. And Hugh the butt of jokes."

"I didn't realise I was playing with a sore loser," she said, taking a sip of her whisky. When the heat slid down her throat, she tried not to flinch. Acting cool wasn't her forte, but she was determined to work on it. "If I'd known, I would have given up my slot."

"Dinnae fash. Hugh's all mouth and no trousers, but he's harmless. So where did ye learn to play like that?" His eyes scanned her face, and he cocked his head a little like he was committing each of her features to memory.

"My uncle taught me. We'd play for hours whenever we get time to spend together."

"Ye're close to yer uncle. That's nice. I hope I'd be that type of uncle one day."

She beamed. Jamie looked like the type of uncle who would have boundless of energy playing with children. "My uncle's for the most part, both a father and mother to me when I wasn't in the boarding school. My parents died when I was young."

His face turned serious. "Sorry to hear that. My parents have always been part of my life, so I can't begin to imagine what it was like for you growing up without them."

Claire gave him a grateful smile as she pulled a vibrating phone from her pocket. "Oh, bummer," she whispered, glancing down at the screen. "I have about fifteen missed text messages. I didn't feel it going off. I must have been caught up with all the excitement of the game."

He ran a hand along his jaw. "Some lad missing ye back home?"

She hesitated, glancing up at him. "No." She shook her head, vigorously. "It's my friend, Geillis." She skimmed through the messages wondering why there were so many of them. Annalise had sent the photos of the brothers' driving licences to Geillis, and probably something had come up.

"Is everything alright?" he asked as she continued to read the messages.

"It's fine," she squeaked, looking for any incriminating data Geillis might have found. She found none. Instead, what she was reading was making her face heat up.

"Are ye sure? Ye have a troubling frown forming on yer face. Maybe I can help."

She sighed and rolled her head. "Annalise sent the photos of your driving licences to my friend Geillis. And a selfie she took with you and your brother earlier. You know ...to have you check out and see if you're legit. Geillis' boyfriend works with the police you see."

He arched an eyebrow. "And?"

Is he upset? "Don't look at me like that. I told you I trust you."

He laughed. "Like what? Ye're the one who's giving me an odd look. I told ye I was alright with it. So what did she say? Do I get her seal of approval?"

She winced. "Yeah, Geillis says it's all good."

He picked up his whisky from the nearby table. "Geillis sounds like a verra nice friend. I think I like her already. What else did she say?"

She felt the colour drain from her face. "I swear you wouldn't want to hear the rest of it. Geillis is raving mad."

"Try me."

"I think we should leave it ..."

"Come on, Sassenach. It cannae be that bad."

"I'd rather not."

"Go on, humour me." His blue eyes danced, and she marvelled for the umpteenth time at how handsome he was.

"Well, don't say I didn't warn you." She shut her eyes for a few heartbeats and puffed out a breath. "Well, she said if you're the same bloke who competed against her boyfriend at caber toss last spring and won ..." Oh dear, God. "...I ...um ...I should let you ground my corn."

He practically choked on his whisky.

She grimaced and wondered if she should thump him on the back. "I'm sorry. Geillis has an odd sense of humour. I'm afraid it's just her way of saying that her boyfriend thinks you're ace ...well, that's if you're really the bloke who he thinks you are."

He recovered quickly and grinned. "How about ye? What do ye think of me?"

She ignored the question. "You haven't confirmed anything to me yet," she said, speaking into her whisky glass. "Did you really win the caber toss competition?"

He looked smugly amused, and the smile that spread across his face already answered her question.

"So you're a tree surgeon who plays shinty and tosses poles in your spare time ...whatever next."

He nodded at her phone when it lit up again. "What else is your friend saying?"

She put her drink down and glanced at the screen. "'She said, the men who participated in this year's caber toss, including you, posed with nothing on but their kilt for a charity calendar."

He smiled. "Aye, that's right."

"And she asked me to ask you if you're wearing anything underneath the kilt because I'm getting the calendar as a stocking filler."

His booming laughter made a few heads turn their way.

"See I told you, she's raving mad." She took another sip from her glass and realised it was empty. Ah, fiddlesticks! "I thought her boyfriend would have mellowed her down a bit, but I have a feeling, she's worse than ever."

He eyed her glass and grinned. "I definitely have to meet this friend of yours."

She felt a twinge of ache in her heart, which took her by surprise. "Annalise and I are stopping at her place in Glasgow before we fly back to London on Three Kings. So you won't be seeing her."

He leaned in closer. "I ken we've only just met. Ye think ye're going to miss me when you go back?" His eyes twinkled mischievously.

Even though she was a right bumbling mess around him, she had to admit she was having too much fun in his company. So much so, she didn't really want to think about leaving yet. Her mind was already racing and wondering if Annalise would agree to celebrate Hogmanay here instead of in Edinburgh. "Well, that depends ..."

"Depends on what?"

Her curiosity to explore the dynamic between them made it difficult to keep her guard up. It was useless trying to fight whatever this was when she was so drawn to Jamie. Surely he must be feeling this too. She swallowed hard and decided to be brave. "If I'll have a reason to miss you," she blurted out before she could change her mind.

A tiny fraction of the playfulness displayed on his face was replaced by uncertainty ...and Claire's stomach coiled at the proof he wasn't prepared to act on the attraction between them. Whatever his reason was, she wasn't sure if she wanted to know as her guard began to scramble back into place. Oh, God, how could I be so dim? Maybe he's got a girlfriend or a wife ...

"Arbroath Smokies."

Stunned, she looked at him. "Wot?"

"Have ye eaten?"

"Uh, um ...not since midday."

"Weel, hard to fall in love with ..." He took a huge deep breath. "...Broch Mordha on an empty stomach."

"Huh?"

That playful smile was back on his face. "Have ye tried Arbroath Smokies?"

"No. I don't even know what that is."

"Ye have to try it. I know just the place." Jamie glanced over his shoulder. "Come on, let's have a quick drink with Willie and Annalise so we can get out of here."

And then just like that, he wove his fingers through hers and tugged her towards the bar.

#melodyheart #all I want for christmas is you #claire beauchamp #jamie fraser #Claire Beauchamp/Jamie Fraser #outlanderfanfic

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