#curiosity might have killed the raccoon

[dreamerdoesthewritething]

[Did anyone ask for Part 3, aka the sequel to this and this? No? Too bad, you're getting it, anyway.]

Leon has been staying with you for over a week now. It's nice having your best friend in your life every day again, nicer than you thought it would be. This isn't the first time he's lived with you. After his family was killed, your parents brought him home, where he stayed until he decided he wanted to go back to his house. He was a teen when he made that choice. Your parents had managed to gain ownership of the Kennedy house for that exact reason.

He had moved out of that house a couple of years ago, selling it with the help of your father so he could live somewhere smaller with less horrible memories. Turned out his nightmares were worse in the place where the murders happened than anywhere else. Made sense, but he didn't think about that when he chose to return. He wanted his own place, a kind of teenage dream. What teen didn't want a house free from rules? But it didn't work out in that nightmare colonial. He traded it for a little townhouse and put the rest of the money in savings for future use.

That townhouse was his new home, the only one for him...until now, when he found he couldn't go back.

You had returned to work just yesterday. Coworkers offered their condolences, having heard you suffered a terrible loss which led you to take a leave of absence for a month. Some asked who it was. They had their reasons. Prayers, curiosity, sympathy, etc. You managed to get away with, "I don't wanna talk about it," for now, but you had a feeling it wouldn't work for much longer.

The thing is...Leon asked you to keep him a secret. He doesn't want anyone to know he's around. Even if that means everyone still thinks he's dead, he has to remain hidden. It's quite the paranoid request, but he wouldn't make it for no reason. You made this promise. You intend to keep it, no matter what.

Your parents have stopped by once during this week to check up on you. Leon hid in the guest bedroom. That's where he stayed whenever you weren't home. Hell, sometimes he'd be there even when you were, just in case. Can't be seen, or at least has to try to be seen by as few people as possible.

His behavior was like a fugitive, a man on the run. But he's a cop. He committed zero crimes. It's his job to arrest the criminals, not be a criminal himself. You try to imagine Leon doing anything illegal. The worst you can see him doing is shoplifting a candy bar from a gas station, and even then only because he was holding it and forgot he hadn't paid for it yet.

So what is he hiding from?

Maybe it's the press. Surely everyone would want to know how he managed to escape from Raccoon City as one of a handful of survivors of both the viral outbreak and the nuke. He didn't need that shit. Not now, not ever. It reminds you of when reporters kept trying to bother him after the murders of his family. Your mother and father shielded him from that as best they could, eloquently but firmly telling the journalists to fuck off. Leon was a little boy, not a news story. He always told your parents how thankful he was for how much they took care of him then.

Now it's your turn to do the same.

You're unlocking your front door, coming back from work at the end of the day. You feel something hard press against your back as a hand suddenly covers your mouth to muffle any sound you might make. Struggling is instantly impossible. Someone else finishes opening the door and you're forced inside.

Next thing you know, you're tied up on the floor. There's strangers in your house with guns. You're still reeling from being assaulted in the first place, so the shock and fear of your situation hasn't quite caught up to you yet.

"Where's Leon?" one of the armed men demands.

"Leon? Who--?"

"Don't even think about it," the man growls, getting up in your face. "You know exactly who the fuck Leon is. We wouldn't be wasting our time with the likes of you if we didn't know that."

Your brow furrows. "I was gonna ask who the fuck you are, for your information. I'm not so fucking stupid as to try to play dumb with dickheads who attack me in my own goddamn home."

The man backs off, but not enough for you to feel even a little more comfortable. The fear still hasn't taken hold. You press on. "Now, I don't give two shits who or what you work for, but as an American, I have rights! Rights that have been violated the moment you put your damn hands on me! If you think this won't come back to bite you--"

"Your rights don't matter in this," the man says. The look in his eyes has you shutting up, because it's clear if you keep talking, he will hit you and he will take great pleasure in doing it. "Look, princess, I'll make it real simple for you. We need Leon. You tell us what we wanna know, we get outta your hair, and it'll be like this never happened. You get that? Cuz trust me, I don't wanna be here any more than you want us."

"What are you going to--?"

"None of your damn business."

You swallow hard, forcing yourself to be strong. This man is intimidating, but he's talking about your best friend. He's with other men and they're all armed and they want your best friend. If this guy knows anything about you, he should know you won't put Leon in danger just to save yourself. You'd never.

"Just kill me. I ain't telling you shit," you say.

It doesn't have the impact you want since your voice is shaking and you can feel tears stinging your eyes, but it's the truth. You won't talk. You won't give up Leon to them. They've disrespected you, threatened you. They're hunting Leon for some reason. You don't need to know the reason, you decide. You can die without knowing, as long as it means Leon is safe.

Before the scene can escalate, your hero swoops in for the rescue, bypassing all the other armed men to put himself between you and your immediate threat. You wish he hadn't. Now they'll take him away from you to do...whatever it is they wanted with him. If he just took this opportunity to escape...

"Mr. Kennedy," the man says. "Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in?"

"Yeah, I know," Leon says in a tight voice. "But that's on me, not her. She's got nothing to do with this, alright? Leave her alone."

"You brought her into this. What have you told her?"

"Not a goddamn thing! She's just given me somewhere to stay! That's it! She doesn't know anything!"

It's true. He hasn't told you anything about Raccoon City or the month he was gone after that. He was protecting you by keeping that to himself. Now he's protecting you again. The desperation cuts right through to your heart. Just who are these guys that they've got Leon Scott Kennedy so scared for you?

"Even if I believe you, which is a fucking huge if...I have my orders. We're to take both of you in for questioning." The man shakes his head as the other guys grab Leon and pick you off the ground. "This wouldn't have had to happen if you'd just stayed on base, Kennedy. You have no one to blame but yourself."

You're pushed into an unmarked but clearly military vehicle, still tied up with an armed man on either side of you. Leon is likewise sandwiched in the seat across from yours, facing you. The leader of the squad and another guy take the front and passenger seats. Then you're off to...who knows where?

Leon is seething as he looks at you. It's not because of you, but rather what you've been subjected to by these people. The men are unbothered by his glare. They don't care about his feelings or yours. They'd rather not be here, anyway.

"Why?"

He's speaking through gritted teeth in a dangerous tone you haven't heard before. All the other people in the vehicle look at him.

"Why is she still restrained?" Leon demands. "There's no goddamn reason for it. We're literally fucking trapped in here with you. Untie her. Now."

Despite the odds being very much against him, Leon's unspoken threat is not ignored. The men at your sides undo the bindings around your arms, finally setting you free. Your arms are stiff and sore, but you'll get over it. Well, if you make it out of whatever this is alive you will.

Without warning or care about potential consequences, Leon takes your hands in his. His stare is still so intense.

"Did they hurt you?"

You shake your head. You don't want to talk, not after everything that's just happened, not with these strangers around. Besides, you get the feeling you're going to be doing a lot of talking in the near future, whether you want to or not. His hands give yours a reassuring squeeze and doesn't let go.

"I won't let them do anything to you, I swear."

It's a little late for that, you think. You suppose he simply forgot the word "else" after "anything" since he didn't see how these guys introduced themselves to you. He's also forgetting they have weapons while he doesn't. He's hardly in any position to be making promises to protect you or even himself.

You're both so fucked and the worst part is you have no idea why.

-_-_-_-_

You face hours and hours of questioning from government men, stuck in a tiny humid room with a single bottle of water and no food. They won't even let you out to use the restroom, forcing you to hold your bladder. They want to know anything and everything Leon has told you since he showed up at your doorstep. You tell them over and over. Your story never changes. It's never good enough, though.

What are you supposed to do when they refuse to listen to the truth?

You're tired. You have to piss more than you ever have in your life. You don't even know where these government agents have taken you. Any patience you had before is gone. Your tongue hurts from all the biting you've done to keep from crying. They don't deserve to see your tears. They're not worthy of that victory. You just want to go home. Why won't they let you?

You can't take it anymore. And you just scream. A guttural, screeching sound with no words. All your stress vocalized in one long, distressing noise. Your captors don't know how to react to this, so they just yell at you. Threaten you with physical harm if you don't stop. They're already harming you by keeping you here.

The shrieking is the last straw. Other people come rushing into the room, chewing out your captors for holding you in this shithole for so long. One of them, a woman, ushers you out to the nearest restroom, apologizing for not intervening sooner. She assures you that you'll be free to go and will be compensated for this. Ah, hush money. At least that's what it sounds like.

What about Leon?

She can't say. Or won't say. It's not her place. She isn't allowed. Another secret. You feel sick. You want to go home, but you don't want to go without knowing he's okay.

What she can tell you is they're not going to hurt him. He's a valuable asset to America in a new war and they're not about to do anything that might cost them his loyalty. You're pretty sure they already crossed that line when those men held you captive in your own home, but you keep that to yourself.

After your much-needed potty break, you're escorted into a much nicer room with air conditioning. You're provided with food and drink while they arrange for someone to take you back home. Should you be concerned about possible drugs in this stuff? Eh, fuck it. Hunger and thirst overrule paranoia right now.

When your way home is ready, Leon is there with your escort. Stoic, but his eyes burn with a harsh blue flame. If he could burn this place to the ground, that'd be the ignition. Some of that rage seeps into his expression when he looks at you. The redness around your eyes and your sniffling give it all away. They made you suffer. They made you suffer, because of him.

It's just you, Leon, and the driver. The car they're using is expensive, but it's also a boring black government-typical vehicle. You and Leon climb in the backseat. You haven't said a word to each other since your reunion. Frankly, you're done talking for the day if you can help it. You don't feel safe to do so, anyway. This car is probably wired to record anything and everything you do.

You're so, so tired. You can't keep your head up or your eyes open anymore. You fall over until your head meets Leon's shoulder, using it as a pillow. He lets you. You deserve this rest. You deserve so much. You deserve so much more than to have a friend like him, a friend who shows up when you're grieving his alleged death and pulls you into such a mess.

He doesn't bother waking you when the car pulls up to the house. Instead, he picks you up and carries you inside, laying your sleeping form on top of your bed. He takes off your shoes, then tucks you in more properly. It can't be comfortable sleeping in your work clothes, but he's not about to strip you or change your clothes while you're unconscious. Not without consent. You've been violated enough today...More than enough...Way, way more than enough.

Now that you're back where you belong, the weight of today starts taking its toll on Leon. He can't rest yet, however. He knows your home has been messed with and he'll be damned if he lets them keep their bugs and wiretaps and shit just because he's here. They know that. He told them as much when they confronted him for running away from the training camp. They've already forced his hand. They already used Sherry's safety against him. They're not getting to use his best friend, too.

Minding your peace, he scours every itch and crevice of your house for their devices, tearing the electronics out and stomping them under the heels of his boots. He checks everywhere twice, then a third time, just to be sure. It all ends up in a trashcan, which he tosses outside until he can dispose of this shit more permanently. It's the least he can do.

He returns to your room, taking a seat on the corner of the bed and looking at you. You're restless in your slumber. It's to be expected, he supposes. He lets out the heaviest sigh, closing his eyes. You shouldn't have had to go through any of the things those assholes put your through. He shouldn't have put you in this position. What kind of friend is he?

And when he thinks about that month...

He was beginning the training the government "asked" him to join, a task force for fighting B.O.W.s and other miscellaneous issues. Any connections to the rest of the world were prohibited. They wanted him to themselves, believing he had no one. He let them believe that, just like they let everyone who ever cared about him believe he perished with Raccoon City.

They let you believe he died.

A month of mourning.

For him, too.

He had to come to grips with the incident on his own. So many people met once and lost shortly thereafter. People he never got the chance to meet until after they were no longer human. The mysterious woman in red whose fate he wasn't sure of. Zombies. Monsters. Death. So much death. More than he ever thought he'd see in his lifetime.

You didn't have to see any of it. You didn't need to. You always had an active imagination. What horrible images had you tormented yourself with when you thought he was dead? How much did you cry for him? How many nights did you lose sleep? Just how did you grieve for him, the little boy you comforted during the worst times of his life turned into a man you thought became nothing but ash?

Just thinking about it churned his stomach. Neither of you asked for this. Neither of you wanted any of this. Neither of you deserved what you've been through since he decided to join the RPD.

Your eyelids flutter, then open halfway. He can't stop himself from gently cupping your face.

"Leon," you murmur.

"Sorry. Did I wake you?"

"No...You haven't slept."

A small smile. "That obvious?"

"Yeah...Look shittier than usual."

"Oh, you're one to talk."

You grab his arm and pull him down with you, his chest against yours. Your arms wrap around him. As if you're actually strong enough to keep him there if he didn't want to be. Your grip is rather lazy since you're only half-awake.

"Go to sleep."

"Is that an order, ma'am?"

"Mhm."

He shifts his position to get more comfortable. You're unconscious again already. He doubts he'll actually fall out as easily as you are right now, but he'll stay here regardless. Can't risk waking you up, after all. It'll be day soon and you certainly don't need to know that.

"Goodnight, sweetheart."

#dreamer writes #resident evil #leon kennedy #leon s. kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader

[androgynousblackbox]

Welcome to Hazbin Vale. 9 [Radioapple, Appleradio]

"Mmm? Oh right, I still have to do this.

I mean, good morning, dear friends! How are you all waking up today? Refreshed up? With a load of new energy to carry and face a new day? I truly hope so, because a day like no other is exactly what we are going to get.

But don't let me too ahead of myself. As any cooker know, you must let the food simmer for a bit, to cook on it's own juices, before hastly just gorging it out like a pag. And here, in Hazbin Vale, if there is anything that we have is class. Manners. Patience.

We have waited for so long, dear listener. We can take it as calmly as it comes.

Last night I am sure some of you noticed a distinctive lack of moon and stars on the cloudless sky. And if you didn't, well, now you know!

If any of you had ever bothered to pay more attention to it, then you would have also realized that stars systematically have been falling from the sky for a while now, one by one. It was actually quite an impressive view, but my, my, everyone is so busy right now that nobody was outside admiring the espectacle.

Truly a pity. When the end comes, the least you could do is watch.

I saw it all from here the entire night. I didn't want to risk it. As it turns out, desk of studios make for a horrible bed! Who knew!

But I am told to tell you all to not worry at all. Carry on as usual. The sun just looks bigger than normal and less warm because of some astronomic mambo jambo nonsense I do not care at all, so you shouldn't either. What we have above our heads, dear listeners, and also right under our feets, is so beyond our understanding that sometimes we should avoid questioning it at all.

The cemetery and community center are from today both open. Everything is out in the open now. There is absolutely no place to hide. You might satiate your insatiable curiosities to your heart's content all that you like without any concern. If you are ever so lucky, you might find that a nice surprise that will make it quick for you.

Interpretate that as nasty as you want if that will make you stop being a stain on the surfice of the earth, listener.

The cave on the outskirt of town has finally cave in. Oh, we do have to admire how much it managed to stay as it was for, well, for even longer than I have been alive. That is quite impressive. Let's give an applause for the rocks that gave a valiant fight, the broken beer bottles and the blood shed as a result.

I told you all that could happen, didn't I? I just happened to pass by while seeing some hungry raccoon trying to get themselves a bite before the police arrive. Somehow a hand was sticking out from under the rocks and it was still moving! The human body is truly a wonderous mystery. Just the amount of abuse and torment that it can withstand is enough to make a man smile.

It didn't last long, of course. Raccoon will make sure of that and you know what they say: the fresher, the better! But a good effort nonetheless.

I have also been informed that our transmission of today will last for as long as it needs to be. That's right, as far any of my dear beloved listener is out there left to listen, we will keep transmitting to your satisfaction and joy.

Don't try to turn off your radios. It won't work.

The only time we went out of schedule like this was when the kindergarten burned down after that teacher was killed by an ex boyfriend. Do you all remember that? So many people screaming all around made it difficult to speak, but it was a fun moment all the same. The one and only time that we used the portable equipment to be right on the scene and report you the last updates. Don't you miss it sometimes, dear listener, when things were a lot more simpler?

Oh, but no disaster of that nature is what is happening today. Of course not. Today is a normal and common day like any other. Don't pay attention to the sun, that must have gotten bigger since the last time I talked about it. Suns do funny things like that sometimes, everyone knows that!

Ah, but I am afraid that we won't be getting any guest or calls for today. I had Niffty ripping the phone line off after… certain someone tried to call in. I am sure they would say that they were just trying to solicit some song or something like that, but no matter, nobody can do that now! It's just Niffty and me here on the good old studio for the entire day, and Niffty has gone up to her attick again so it's only just me!

A one man show. As it was always supposed to be. And aren't we all lucky that man is me?

I just have some curiosity left, listener. Do you feel that anything is different at all? Did those teenagers that were looking to hang out in the cave? Did they felt like a peak on the electricity in the air, some kind of static that puts all the nerves on high alert for the potential danger that it can't even behind to fanthom? Or was it just the sound of one rock falling to the ground, after another, before everything else was on top of them?

The only thing I lament is not being able to ask them. Not even the owner of that solitary hand would have been able to say anything, not with a broken jaw like that. Not that I saw their mangled body or anything. I was, and I always am, nothing but a respectable model citizen so I just took a look and made my way straight here, to do what was asked of me.

You are welcome, by the way.

There is a window here, did I ever mentioned that? I can't imagine in what context that would have come out, but regardless, there is. It offers a lovely view of the main street that goes to the end of town, right before the hallway opens up to empty wastelands in direction to the next civilization. I can see everyone who comes out or comes in if I wanted to.

I usually keep the curtains extended over it because, let's face it, outside of the rare crash or manslaughter of those who didn't looked both ways before crossing the street, not a lot of interest to be had there. Been good at road safety has always been one of the few flaws of this town, sadly.

Up until now it has been rather peaceful. Not a lot of people who were planning to go out to the nearby town to maybe visit grandma on her birthday or were planing to go pick their stranged daughter at the airport. But I hope it will pick up at some point in the morning. The day is young and we have so much time to enjoy it to it's last second.

The sky getting slighty darker might give you a wrong impression of the time, though. But rest assured, your watches still works perfectly fine. The only issue is that I can't see the sun from here. This building cast a long shadow from this window.

Has it started to smile yet? If not, don't worry about it. There is nothing to concern yourself with. It's when the eyes open that it's truly interesting part begins.

Oops, I wasn't supposed to say that, ha ha! Spoiler! My bad. Please ignore it as you go about your normal and completely irrelevant day.

Let's instead just remember how wonderful and great our town is. We used to be a great tourist center, a convenient space between other cities for people to stop by on their way. One where people find joy watching our huge ball of yarn, that it was mostly filled with styrofoam and twig before yarn ever came into the equation.

We had that adorable bowling alley with the greasiest pizza anyone could eat with it's own karaoke on the side. The businesses were thriving. There was so much things to look at and play with back then. Our young weren't constantly leaving to look for bigger opportunities elsewhere, only to waste years of education in careers they are never going to take.

But things change, don't they? They get stagnant with enough time. They become boring. Predictable. And that might be the biggest tragedy of it all. What is life, I ask of you, dear listener, if not a constant symphony of screams all in perpetual crescendo until it's dying end? How else a man is supposed to know that they aren't truly dead yet without it?

There is just no end to this. This is all your life has been and all everything will ever meet you as. For some weaker minds this can be frightening, paralyzing even. They let themselves become part of the scenary, another potted plant on the corner that does what it supposed to do, because I guess that is easier than take control of their own lives.

For others, this might be just the push they need to finally learn a few new tricks. So you study and you work and exchange words with the right people, others who also refuse to just let the monotony kill them silently.

And what if you have to step on a few toes? It's not your fault that they didn't wise out before. And what if some of those toes fall out or get crushed like mashed potatoes under your feet? That at least is something new.

And the new starts are always so exciting, dear listener.

Your journey begins where it was supposed to end. That is an exhilitaring thought not many get to have.

If life won't give you lemons or oranges or apples or anything at all, then you carve into the ground with your own bare hands until you find something, covered in mud and your own blood from the nails that are ripping apart from your skin. You grip it as tight as you can despite the pain, despite the burning sensation that is chipping at the soul you didn't know you had, and won't let go until you make it your own.

You let it grab onto you and take what it needs to survive. You feed it, you protect it, you do whatever is necesary so none of you ever gets forgotten again. You form bonds you never expected to make before becuase it's either that or come back to how things were before, to the sad, dull, predictable nature that you had to escape from.

They promise you that you will always have an ally on your side even if this chapter ends. No matter in what new book are you thrown into or how much you change, that constant hand on your shoulder will never abandon you to remind you of where you come from and where you still have yet to go. It will follow you more loyally and closer than your own shadow ever could, even in total darkness.

The only thing that it ask in return is that you keep it well fed for as long as you exist. The bottom of it's stomach is neverending like outerspace itself and, let's be honest, you are never going to fill it. Which basically garantees that you will always have a new beginning to find more food. You will always a new playground to have fun with even if you already burned down the previous one. Completely consequences free. The only thing remaining being your own memories of it and you can fill it with as many screams as you want.

Doesn't that sound just ideal, dear listener? Who wouldn't shake hands with a promise such as that one?

Ah, but for now, I will leave you for a moment with the weather. I have to take a look outside, I can't resist the curiosity anymore.

See you soon."

#radioapple #appleradio #duckiedeer #lucifer x alastor #hazbin hotel au #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel lucifer #welcome to night vale au

[blobn0t]

Raccoon behaviour | proxies

▹proxies x !gn reader

▹request from nowhere

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▹fluff

Y/n had always been an adventurous soul, seeking out unconventional experiences and thrills. So when they mentioned their latest findings of dumpster diving to their friends Masky, Hoodie, Toby, and Kate, the group couldn't help but be both confused and curious.

"Why exactly do you dig through a trash bin like a raccoon?" Kate asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion, while the others nodded in agreement.

Y/n grinned mischievously, explaining, "It's a way of finding hidden treasures and usable items in discarded dumpsters. People throw away perfectly good things, and dumpster diving allows me to repurpose and give them a second life."

Masky scratched his head, confused. "But isn't it dirty and unhygienic?" Toby giggled "h-heh raccoon"

Y/n shrugged, responding, "I only dive in clean dumpsters and inspect items thoroughly before taking them. Plus, it's a great way to reduce waste and find unique items that others may overlook."

Hoodie piped in with slight curiosity. "Have you found anything interesting or valuable?"

Y/n's face lit up with excitement. "Oh, definitely! I've found vintage clothes, furniture, perfectly good electronics, and even unopened packages of products, like plates and toys. It's like going on a treasure hunt every time."

Toby chimed in, still a bit skeptical. "D-do you fucking hoard- bitch! things?"

Y/n reassured him, "I usually sell the unneeded items or give them to families or people who it."

As the conversation went on, the group found themselves growing more intrigued by Y/n's dumpster diving adventures. They couldn't help but see the potential in this unique activity but also midly disgusting but they kill people so who are they to say disgusting? not only for the thrill of discovery but also for the environmental impact it could have.

The group decided to join Y/n on their next dumpster diving expedition, after y/n practically begged them to come if the operator ain't bossing them around left and right, eager to see what treasures they might find and the stories that would unfold from their unconventional adventure.

#creepypasta #kate the chaser #hoodie marble hornets #creepypasta x reader #toby rogers #ticci toby #masky x reader #masky #hoodie x reader #toby x reader #kate the chaser x reader

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

No Escape || Albert Wesker || Day Nine

A/n: onto day nine of kinktober. The theme is Choking. Please enjoy.

Warning(s): DBD Wesker/the Mastermind, death, tentacles, slight blood, choking, gender-neutral reader.

No Minors Allowed!!

You hear it, the sound of another survivor being taken out; the last one. Now there is only you. Working fast to fix the generator, you feel an air of dread surround you. He's coming for you.

The first time you saw the Mastermind, Albert Wesker was in the Raccoon City Police Station. A man named Chris has told you about him, having known him before being in the Entity's Realm. He had killed several of the survivors, but you and Chris were able to outsmart him.

That did not sit well with him. Because he had ignored you the entire round, taking out the survivors one by one until there was only you.

Fuck!

Hearing the generator roar to life, you grin and stand on your feet. One to go. But as you turn around, Wesker is behind you. Letting out a shriek, you take off into a run, clearing the corner. But you are too slow. A knife slices into your back and you scream out in pain. Warm blood seeps into your clothes and runs down your back. But still, you try to run.

"You can't escape me," Wesker growls.

He's faster than you remember. You know barriers are not always effective against him, so you ignore the pain and continue to run, hoping to lose him in the hospital and double around.

Peeking over your shoulder, you notice that Wesker is gone. Where is he? Like an idiot, you come to a stop, looking around. It's oddly quiet. What are the chances he decided to let you go?

As you turn around, to your horror, Wesker appears in front of you. He reaches out with the tentacle around his arm and grabs you, slamming you into the wall. Your breath catches in your throat and you choke.

"Seven minutes is all I can spare to play with you," he mentions with a grin.

You're fucked.

Struggling against his hold, you await the inevitable. However, Wesker doesn't deliver the finishing blow or drag you screaming to the hook. He reaches down and grabs the front of your pants, yanking the button free.

You widen your eyes in fear. Is he stripping you? The Entity is allowing this?

Once your pants are down, Wesker undoes his own and frees his cock. You watch in curiosity as he brings your leg around his waist, pressing his chest against yours.

"This... This isn't allowed. It can't be."

"I see no one stopping me," Wesker argues. "Not even you. And let's face it, you had this coming."

Why is that? Shit. Do you not mind the idea of this man fucking you? This recognition horrifies you more than the situation.

You groan as his cock presses against your hole. And with a rough thrust, he's inside you. Oh, fuck! You bite your lip to suppress a moan but to your horror, the tentacle around his arm slides around your neck. What in the fuck? You gasp and sputter as it tightens around your throat.

There's no doubt in your mind that you are going to die, but at least you will be thoroughly fucked before you do. He is relentless.

Pressing your body into the wall with every thrust, you fear you might pass out. Drool leaks from your mouth but Wesker shows no sign of stopping.

It's honestly too much. You can't take it any longer. A wave of pleasure washes over you and you clutch onto Wesker's arm as you ride out your high. Your hole tightens around his thick cock and he groans. A moment later you feel warmth pour into you. It's bittersweet.

The tentacle around your neck loosens then pulls away allowing you to take a full uneasy breath. Wesker pulls out of you and unable to keep your balance you slide down the wall onto your ass. The man in front of you redresses then reaches down and pulls you onto your feet.

He tosses your worn-out body over his shoulder and walks over to a hook, tossing you on it. A sharp pain makes you cry out, but there's not much you can do; there is no one to save you, and honestly you are much too tired to resist.

As you dangle there, you stare at Wesker with weary eyes. His cum drips from your hole and onto the floor beneath your feet.

"I'll see you soon," he states with a grin.

You hope so.

Darkness takes you soon after.

#dead by daylight albert wesker #resident evil #crossover #gender neutral reader #Albert wesker x reader

[rainbow-beanie]

Puss in boots incorrect quotes, featuring team friendship

Purrito: Onion rings are vegetable donuts.

Puss, used to Purrito’s antics at this point: Sure...

Purrito: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed.

Puss: Okay?

Purrito: Lasagna is spaghetti flavored cake.

Puss:

Purrito: Lobsters are mermaid scorpio-

Puss: Jesus, that one is a little-

Kitty, interested: No, no, Purrito, keep going.

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Puss: The first time I ever got upset in front of Kitty, she put her arms around me and it was so awkward that I had to ask her if she was hugging me or reaching for something on the shelf behind me.

Kitty: I was doing both, for your information.

Purrito: The first time Kitty hugged me, it was such a disaster we didn’t make eye contact for, like, a week after.

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In the middle of planning a heist:

Kitty: You've been given a new job to do, but I'm worried it might make you upset.

Purrito: Just say it quick, like ripping off a band-aid.

Kitty: You have to teach Puss how to drive.

Purrito: ...put the band-aid back on.

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Kitty: Remember! Curiosity killed the cat!

Puss: Yes, but you forget that satisfaction brought it back. So yes, Purrito, go find out if that thing can catch fire!

Kitty: You're a bad influence.

Puss: And you don't know your sayings.

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Kitty to Purrito: First rule of battle, little one... don’t ever let them know where you are.

Puss, shooting out of frame: WHOO-HOO! I’M RIGHT HERE! I’M RIGHT HERE! YOU WANT SOME O’ ME?! YEAH YOU DO! COME ON! COME ON! AAAAAH! Whoo-hoo!

Kitty:

Kitty: okay, new rule, don’t do anything puss would do.

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Purrito: Do you think different paints have different tastes?

Puss: They do.

Kitty: ...Why did you say that with such certainty?

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Kitty: But what about Purrito?

Puss: Don't worry about him.

Kitty: I once watched him fall down five flights of stairs, stand up, and keep eating his hotdog like nothing happened.

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Puss: *sneaking in through the window*

Kitty: *turning in her chair and flicking the light on* You want to tell me where you've been all night?

Puss, nervous: uhhhhh, I was with Purrito?

Purrito: *turning in his chair* Wanna try again?

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Purrito: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Puss?

Puss: No.

Kitty: I do!

Purrito: I know, Kitty.

Kitty: I’m sad.

Purrito: I know, Kitty.

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Purrito: Hold on! I’m having one of those things... a headache with pictures.

Puss: What the fuck?

Kitty: They’re having an idea.

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Puss: So, Purrito is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night.

Kitty: Why?

Puss: Because I've caught him trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row.

Purrito, arms crossed and pouting: You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your ass.

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*Puss rushes by with an armful of water bottles*

Purrito: What's going on?

Kitty: Puss wouldn't drink water.

Purrito: ...And?

Kitty: And I asked him how fast he could chug an entire bottle.

Puss, loudly: SIXTEEN OUNCES IN TEN SECONDS, BITCHES!

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Kitty: I apologize for saying 'fuck' in front of Purrito.

Puss: You just said it again.

Purrito:

Kitty: I am not a role model.

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Puss: Where are my fucking boots?

Kitty: Puss, purrito is around, can you say it a little nicer?

Puss, though clenched teeth: May I ascertain the whereabouts of my FUCKING BOOTS!?

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Puss & Kitty: Surprise! We're having a baby!

Purrito: What?!

Puss & Kitty: *pulls out adoption papers* It's you!

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Purrito: You don't think I can fight because of my gender!

Kitty: I don't think you can fight because you're in a wedding dress. For what it's worth, I don't think Puss can fight in that dress either.

Puss: Perhaps not. But I would make a radiant bride.

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Purrito: I have a bad feeling about this...

Puss: What do you mean?

Purrito: Don't you ever get that little voice in your head that tells you if you're going to get into trouble?

Puss: No?

Kitty: That actually explains so much.

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Puss: The results are in, I’m afraid you have updog…

Purrito: What’s updog?

Puss: Kitty! Get in here, I told you I could do it!

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#puss in boots #puss in boots the last wish #puss #kitty softpaws #purrito #team friendship #incorrect quotes #puss in boots incorrect quotes #long post

[mytastessuck]

Starbomb: Starbomb

Eeeeeyup.

So, to ruin my credibility even further...yes, I am a Game Grumps fan. I started watching them out of curiosity in 2016 and watched them on and off for a while until I fell in the trap of those damn Sleeping Aids videos uploaded by their fans and I've been watching them semi-regularly since.

Are they perfect? Fuck no. They suck at games and Egoraptor is the bad Mike Tyson simile of previously problematic content creators. But you already know I'm a NSP fan and I like Danny's singing voice and some of Egoraptor's raps (have fun finding the ones without the n-word!) are pretty skilled and he has a genuine love for the genre and, somewhat more importantly, those games he's bad at. So there, my justification for being a Starbomb fan...despite the fact I've uploaded Starbomb songs before so this really shouldn't have come as a surprise to anyone. Since the album was uploaded for free, I'm going to upload the whole thing below so feel free to read after every song so that everyone can know how to feel after every song. Now...COMMENCE THE CRINGE!

Intro

God, this whole thing is nostalgic. The guys introduce themselves and Arin does a rather impressive paraphrasing of a Fair Use segment that shows that 1. since this album is a parody and 2. they acknowledge they don't own the characters, they don't technically need to be sued. as of January 12, 2024, Nintendo and others apparently agreed.

Song Score: 7/10

2. I Choose You To Die

This is the gate: if this song turns you off, you're probably going to hate this album. Starbomb doesn't care about canon, your feelings or even making clever jokes about the franchise: they thought it would be funny if there was a story about Ash going around fucking up Pokemon, going to jail, getting bailed out and shot in the sack by Pikachu. Is it funny? By my standards...meh. It didn't really grab me. My own description of the song is honestly funnier to me than the actual song itself. I don't hate it but it's definitely not how I would introduce someone to the band.

Song Score: 5/10

3. Luigi's Ballad

Here we go, the real shit: with special guest vocalist Rachel Goddamn Bloom (Crazy Ex Girlfriend creator and star), we get crassed up versions of Mario, Luigi and Peach as the brothers fight over her in a hilarious ditty. Arin is having fun, Danny is competent and Rachel is perfect, like always...I'm actually glad that Peach didn't pick a brother at the end because, as douchey as Mario was being, Luigi didn't give an actual reason for being attracted to her. Maybe he was just as shallow as Mario only he was more devious about it? Who cares? Peach is going to fuck a mushroom.

Song Score: 9/10

4. It's Dangerous To Go Alone

A bit darker but still a well-done song (Philly shout-out! Woo! We suck less than Raccoon City!). They gave Danny the lead in this and it works, Arin's freak-out at the end as Link is legitimately chortle-inducing. Chortle-inducing I say. Sexual predation has never been (subjectively) funnier.

Song Score: 9/10

5. Mega Martial Problems

Might be my favorite song on the album. Mega Man and his wife (Roll? Some chick? Who cares?) are being given marriage counseling (sex counseling, actually) by Dr. fucking Wily and Mega Man kills robot masters to get toys to fuck his wife with, ending with Zero being killed by his Mega Dick. Arin is a good rapper and Danny manages to sing distinctly as a german doctor and Mega Man's wife (he raps a bit at the end...it's actually listenable). Seriously, if you're not the biggest Mega Man fan and if canon isn't important to you, go check this song out.

Song Score: 10/10

6. Rap Battle: Ryu Vs. Ken

Hur hur, Ryu rules, Ken sucks, hur hur. That doesn't bother me though. What does bother me is the content of Ryu's lyrics: he's supposed to be talking about how badass he is and he keeps going on about his dick? Forget canon character, if he was just some nobody he would sound like he's eight years old! Once you hear it, you won't unhear it. It's just a bit...desperate? And I can't help but feel like I'm supposed to take him seriously. This song is fine for the most part but...yeah, definitely one of the weaker ones on re-listens.

Song Score: 6/10

7. Crasher-vania

Pretty funny song about Simon Belmont committing hate crimes against the creatures of the night having a Monster Mash. Fun fact: I don't know the story behind this but Arin and Danny did a censored version of this song for a MST3K telethon. See it here:

Song Score: 8/10

8. The Book of Nook

On a re-listen, this is a competently hilariously fucked up song about Tom Nook being a dickhead mafia landlord...but I'm detracting a whole point for the use of the archaic slur "mongoloid". I guess they didn't want to use "retard" and tried to be smart about it. Sorry guys; try harder.

Song Score: 8/10 (I still gave it a high score so maybe I'm part of the problem.)

9. Sonic's Best Pal

Probably my other favorite song on the album. The perfect Sonic darkfic: Tails snaps due to his insecurity (Hey! A canonical character flaw; I'll wave as I see it fly by.), gets on drugs, fucks whores and shoots Eggman. They knew what they were going for and they got it. Kudos, Starbomb.

Song Score: 10/10

10. Regretroid

Emily Hughes (pretty neat singer and apparently a friend of Danny's...I don't know) stars as an understandably grumpy Samus against the Nice Guy (TM) Kraid in this epic star tale. Awesome tune with a hilariously dark ending (I mean...it's not like the puppies were destined for a good life if space dragons were just handing them out in baskets.)

Song Score: 8/10

11. Kirby's Adventures In Reamland

Either this or the Tom Nook song was the first song recorded for the album and, unlike Tom Nook's song, Starbomb hates this one. Me? Another "meh"....it's crass for the sake of crass but the guys are doing that the whole album so I'm not really affected by it. They spitroast Kirby and namedrop Meta Knight and Dedede. That's it. Move along, barely anything to see here.

Song Score: 7/10

12. The Simple Plot of Final Fantasy 7

Ha! Take THAT, convoluted JRPGs! Seriously, this is one of the better songs on the album and I love how they try to turn Cloud into this smooth talking self-aggrandizing asshole (not a far cry from him in canon, mind) and how they didn't call Ryu by name. He's Ninja Gaiden now. Perfect way to end the album.

Song Score: 9/10

13. Outro

Just the guys being dorks and teasing the second album (Player Select; won't be reviewing that one so I'll spoil my opinion for you: it's not as good as the first one.). It was always fun to hear them fuck around. Reminds me a bit of their Sleep Aids.

Song Score 8/10

Album Score: 8/10

Decent album. As we all know, I have shit taste so that makes my opinion superior to yours. Since this was an album review, I'll be taking a week off to unwind and come back next Friday with the typical song a day schedule. See you then.

#starbomb #egoraptor #arin hanson #ninja sex party #game grumps #music #review #Youtube

[lackoftrumpets]

Kuriosity and Kobolds Bundle! (Itch.io Creator Day Sale)

Today is Itch.io Creator Day and the projects I have made these past few months are currently on sale! The two games in this bundle are normally $6.00 combined, but now you can get both of them for only $2.00 (a 66% discount!). If you don't feel like purchasing the games or lack the proper funds, don't worry! There are still community copies left for both games. Each purchase of the bundle will also add a community copy to each game. In Castle, You Are Kobold With Knife is game about playing as frail kobolds while trying to save your dragon! Each kobold perishes in one hit, but with two tables with 100 names and traits for your kobolds, character creation is done in the blink of an eye! Can your kobolds brave the dangers of Castle Vertic and save their dragon? The game was made for the DUNGEONUARY game jam and it was the first project I posted to itch.io. Curiosity Killed The Cat is a Solo Journaling game about the solving the mystery behind a very odd murder. You will be exploring a mansion and investigating a variety of randomly generated culprits in order to uncover clues. However, pay close attention to your surroundings. The mystery might be derailed by the wacky hijinks you would have never seen coming. This game was made for @pandiongames Hints and Hijinx Jam (which is actually still going on and you can find right here). Most of the games I have made involved a GM and a group of players, so it was interesting to try making a solo game! While I was not able to feature it in the bundle (because it is a free game). I might as well also mention another game I have made, The Tales of the Trash Bandits. This was a simple 2-Page RPG about playing as raccoons trying not to get caught by authorities while also dealing with random chaos. It was made for @efangamez Re-Roller Game Jam. If you want to see the other great games in the jam, you can find them here.

#itchio #ttrpg #indie ttrpg #gamedev #kobold #indiegamedev #pixel art

[ratsandfashion]

Coati fun facts!

- Coati, or coatimundi, live mainly in parts of South and Central America, but can also be found in Arizona and New Mexico. They like to nest and sleep in trees.

- Coatis often hold their tails straight up in tall grass to keep the group together

- Their snout is extremely flexible and can rotate up to 60° in any direction

- A coatimundi’s ankles rotate 180 degrees, enabling it to climb down a tree head first, the way squirrels do

- Males can be twice as large as females

- Females and their young form bands of 20 individuals or more, while adult males are solitary (they are driven out of bands lest they attempt to kill the babies). A brain study showed that females possessed a larger frontal cortical volume than their male counterparts due to their expanded, lifelong social ties. The study supports the principle that “behavioral specializations correspond to an expansion of neural tissue involved in that function.”

- As you might guess from its striped tail, it is a relative of the raccoon. Like the raccoon, they're an omnivore, eating plant matter as well as insects, spiders, scorpions, small snakes and lizards, and maybe the odd small mammal on a good hunting day. Unlike the raccoon, they tend to be active in the day instead of the night, though the males can be more nocturnal. This is possibly to better protect themselves from predators since they do not have the luxury of “safety in numbers” as females do.

- There are four types of coati: the ring- tailed (or South American) coati; the white-nosed coati; the eastern mountain coati and the western mountain coati.

- They can run 15 mph

- They drink nectar and are pollinators of the balsa tree. They will stick their noses inside the flowers to drink the nectar, which also covers their faces with pollen. This pollen will then get spread around the environment as the coati travels.

- Coatis are hunted for their meat and fur; they may also be collected as pets. This is a bad idea due to their lifelong curiosity, strength, intelligence, and agility. As pets, they have been likened to keeping a strong, super smart toddler who never grows up. Seriously don't keep wild animals as pets.

- In some areas, tourists often feed them, making them sometimes sorta tame but just as often greedy and prone to bite. Don't feed wild animals either, please.

[littleperilstories]

A distraction you say? Here you go :D

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE - when is their birthday? do they like celebrating it? - for jamie

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying? - for bree

🌋 VOLCANO - how bad is their temper? is it a slow boil, or a instant explosion? - for will

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people? - for laramie

💡 LIGHTBULB - is your oc a planner? do they write down every small detail or just wing it? - for ash

📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact. - for ivy

From this ask game.

The Prince of Thieves

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE - when is their birthday? do they like celebrating it? - for jamie

OMG let's give Jamie a birthday! 💜

As I was opening up this draft, the month of September came to mind. For some reason, Jamie totally feels like an autumn baby. 🍂 We shall give him the birthday of September 8. This would make him a Virgo, if you are into astrology. (I'm not, but I did google which sign a September bday would be and it was shockingly accurate.)

Does he like celebrating? I doubt it. I'm certain he appreciates when the inner circle nudges him into celebrating, but he doesn't like to make a big deal of it.

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying? - for bree

LOL Bree lies all the time. Did this start in childhood, as she found ways to avoid setting off her dad's temper? Absolutely. Was she essentially lying through her engagement? In a way, maybe unconsciously at first but knowingly by the end. Will she lie to save herself or someone she cares about (you know, if there was someone she cared about)? Totally.

She's gotten pretty good at maintaining a poker face over the years, but watch for fidgety fingers. If she's picking at her nails or cuticles, even if she's looking you in the eye, she might be lying to your face.

🌋 VOLCANO - how bad is their temper? is it a slow boil, or a instant explosion? - for will

So Will isn't exactly sensitive—he can take a lot of ribbing (he does have an older brother, after all). And generally, he's really quite goofy and good-natured. But heaven help you if you're not one of the chosen few who are allowed to tease him.

If you piss him him off, then, yep—instant explosion. And he's probably skipping a few levels of escalation, going from sass and insults straight to tackling. This got him into a lot of trouble when he was younger, especially when he was in school.

He's a little more, um, chill nowadays... Adulthood at least gave him a little more self-awareness of which fights he can win and which ones he cannot.

The Curiosity Collector

(thanks for giving Ash, Laramie, and Ivy some love!)

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people? - for laramie

Laramie does not want anyone else to see his soft, loving side. That part of him is reserved for Ash and Ash alone. After whatever trauma that I never wrote and didn't think through caused him to run away when he was a kid (which led him to immediately getting almost-killed by witch hunters), he has serious trust issues, and as a lone witch, he needs to seem tough—to be tough. What would everyone think if they knew how deeply he feels things? How he craves a soft touch as much as, if not more than, anyone else?

Also only for Ash to know: he absolutely fucking melts around baby animals in the forest. Like when a mama raccoon and her babies parade by in the forest, omfg. You'd never know he was the same guy who was ready to tear apart those witch hunters before Ash knocked him into the river.

Yeah I made that up on the spot so sue me it's cute

💡 LIGHTBULB - is your oc a planner? do they write down every small detail or just wing it? - for ash

Ash is totally a planner, for better or for worse. It means he usually thinks things through, but it also means he can be hesitant to explore new things.

He's definitely the kind of guy witch who wants to understand everything about an experience before he tries it, and he doesn't really like surprises. When Laramie enters his life again after ten years, it completely upends everything he thought his life would be. And that's good for him, because as we know, he's so much happier when he's spending time with Laramie.

Not that being a planner is at all useful once Douglas Heminworth enters the picture.

📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact. - for ivy

Poor Ivy. All we learn about her in this story is that she's bossy, grumpy, and protective of her twin. She probably deserved more than my Whumptober brain.

As penance, I have prepared five facts!

She's a good singer! She knows it, too. But you probably won't hear her sing unless she really trusts you.

She's wayyyy stronger and a much better fighter than Ash, though this was kind of already known/canon.

She's a good cook but she hates doing it. She finds it tedious.

If she's safe, warm, and comfortable, Ivy can fall asleep anywhere.

She is not interested in having children, though she's never said that out loud to anyone, not even Ash. She's secretly terrified that it would be really poorly received in the coven.

#ask game #oc ask game #oc emoji asks #oc ivy levin #oc laramie jonas #oc ash levin #oc jamie wardrew #oc will wardrew #oc bree cooper #Jamie Wardrew is too tired for this #Bree Cooper just wants to live her life #Will Wardrew is a snarky little sh*t

[the-firebird69]

Dave I left you a note it says you're not going to come back from Thailand and I left one to the idiot too it says go to Manhattan and I'm daring you and challenging you that's why you stay and you don't come home ever that's where you're incinerated both of you get incinerated with different methods so why don't you go there see who's there the other ones not necessarily people watching you die they're not the ones it's people who are running those places you see curiosity killed the cat and you keep saying you're the boy who cried wolf over and over and you never listen and you always bothering me saying you get stuff and you never get a thing so I want you to go get in trouble cuz I'm sick of seeing your dumb faces and you and your idiot father saying I have no way out cuz there's two of you when everyone else is killing you and taking all your stuff you're f****** losers there's people across the street who are shooting you he's a famous shooter you f****** loser he's a little help me and guarded me with a shotgun I'm not really sure what the f*** you're doing here you should leave but here you are being Mrs latest and Mr ladish

Zues Hera

I got to tell you something he's harangus but for real and someone's bothering us for real and won't leave us alone and having us harass him and he says no that's not quite it we're asking you and you attack back and get us crippled named TBI and more and yeah that's the case you should leave if you stay here you're not going to live and he says that and we agree but I guess if we go to Thailand we're definitely dead so we have to go there

Dan

I sort of get this feeling if you don't go there they might hurt us here are they going to draw us there anyways and we don't research it we're just waiting for it to happen and bothering the s*** out of everybody and no we don't know who it is who runs that facility he says boy this is typically you the dumbest s*** in class I despise you cuz you're so stupid no you're harassing the f*** out of me there are people who are dumber they leave me alone and there's some basic rules and they get by all the time without a TBI. I suppose he's right about something we're drawing fire but silly is what are you doing well you're writing notes hopefully getting me fired he says so I turn into a b**** and get forced out so I have to go to Manhattan he says you probably won't and it's going to wear on you and think God

Stephan vanirmelingwn

I'm going to send you hate mail and threats in the mail from all over the world Stefan to your email and to your mailboxes and on your doorstep and you'll think it's me cuz people are going to imitate my writing

Zues Hera

Olympus we do approve this message and his method I'm going to follow up and land basty's idiots

We see something those guys want you to go in they're going to be cops and take you to the hospital and they're going to sit there feeding you three meals a day watching you sleep bothering you trying to poison you with medicine thinking they get stuff while they have like 2% of their people left here in the mainland and they can't get off the island now we're sick of this s*** and we know what you're saying you got to come in and get these idiots well at least we hear the pseudo empire is coming in to get

Rid of them

Frank Castle hardcastle

I was there and this is Julie and he was touching his stuff like three times told him not to is watching says don't touch it he's been right he wrote on his e-bike once with s*** or something it says from the ground and it's manure and it's his work to put manure in our water I can't stand the guy he had a raccoon up there and he pissed all over the place and it was him doing it and they caught him and his record of it and we're going to get called in because they call people in for this every time it happens cuz they're fanatics we know who's running it and they're sick and tired of seeing this dumb face and he should face charges for what he did and we don't like it we don't like being under his thumb she saw him he saw what I was saying and I'm a she and I had red glasses and I'm threatening him with a monb and all sorts of stuff I thought it was better for him to leave and he thought so too is in the parking lot seconds after being the a****** in line as the manager and his son's there being a dick we have it all on tape he's saying go to Thailand and don't come back that's all he said and he's making a big deal out of it and the cops are going to beat him up and arrest them and they said it we know he's saying it he's saying you might say this and annoy me every day but you're going to be dead and you're going to know it's coming and really they're supposed to beans and they can't handle anything they can't handle that but that's not even the problem cuz they're stupid and everyone's tired of these people and you know what I'm not saying what race I am but these people who are in this family can't have to put up with a two in their horrified he is a complete jerk and a****** to them he's not complaining about me he said one of your managers is turning into a regular person and he gets caught in front of people changing and so did Dan say he was Justin and people are standing there saying you're pissing them off on purpose and they're going after you and they said how can you find me you're right here in the store everyday so I'm pissed off and I want my latest to contact me right now and we need to get together because the a****** is going to come after me no matter what I do and he's telling me not to serve him and I did he did the right thing I didn't say anything about me at all and what I did at the counter was right too and it's one of the things they teach us to do anyway and everything was fine who's mad at the girl he's saying in English and she did the right thing too but in the parking lot they got their lesson he knows what's going to happen and they're not doing anything about it they're not doing anything about our big situation he's calling out all sorts of stuff to do in these people are messing it up I had to put in the report now we all talk about it in our men too we need our men in here now

Julie check out women at Publix with ruby red glasses and she wants me to put it here so I am

We're going to come in there now and he says don't trust him he's an idiot too and that's what he says and it's probably true

Bka

I knew it you're more on too so calling our people

Julie

Olympus

[jellyfishloveletterghosts]

Tell us about demodogs and plant man Billy!!💓

Demodogs and Plant Man Billy from my WIP list

Thanks for the ask hun 💜🐾🌻

Demodogs

Steve accidentally ends up adopting a demodog after the tunnels, a crack in the foundation in his basement letting it in. Steve finds it a dent in its head and it's clearly meek compared to what he's used to a small runt of a thing and despite knowing he should kill it he can't bring himself to do it. As long as he feeds it plenty of meat it's fine it doesn't leave the house just follows him around when he's home which is a lot more often and soon enough he's got a demodog on his hands. 

He thinks it's a one off, one the government missed but a few months later after Gilbert's gone from tiny to towering another one slithers up through the crack. It's not like he can just tell someone about them, because then they might find Gilbert Which leads to Steve out in the middle of the night looking through the tunnels and finding more freshly hatched little tadpole things. 

He knows just like Gilbert he's not going to have the heart to kill them even when they become the things he used to have nightmares of. Something he doesn't have anymore with Gilbert around growling at loud noises from the TV and when raccoons get in the trash can, putting himself between Steve and whoever he precedes as a threat. Last week it was a plastic wrapper catching the sunlight just right. 

So Steve has a whole pack of baby demos and one demodog who keeps them all in line growling when they try and play too rough with Steve and they learn he isn't food. By the time summer comes they're all names and in their demodog states, eating mountains of meat Steve gets from various butchers out of town. He has several of them convinced that he works for his father running a father son restaurant, the others don't ask and he doesn't tell. 

The mind flyer comes back and glass Billy and it's not so bad. Sire he has to bring it people for its body but he started with Neil and there's an understanding that some people are off limits. The mind flyer has tried calling the demos it can feel to it to no avail a puzzling thing that he sends Billy to track them down. 

It leads them to Steve Harrington’s house, a boy Billy hasn't seen since high school, someone that still gets his blood pumping makes the flayed part of him perk up in curiosity. Both of them are curious as they see Steve hauling a bunch of meat into the house, all of the blinds closed tight and they know Steve is hiding something.They dont even think twice about approaching and knocking on the front door. 

The cool air from the door opening a refreshing break from the heat of the mid summer evening. "Hey pretty boy." Billy says with a leer leaning against the door frame, feels a little light headed all of a sudden as he takes in Steve in an oversized knit sweater hanging off one shoulder, and probably shorts but Billy just sees long legs on display. 

"Hargrove what are you doing here?" Steve asks voice pitchy, there is a scratching noise from somewhere deeper in the house and Steve steps out into the heat, into Billy's space as he quickly tries to shut the door. 

Billy shoves forward sick of the heat and wanting to know what Steve is trying to hide. Sliding an arm around Steve's waist Billy backs him into the house kicking the door shut behind them. "Hey!" Steve complains trying to squirm away but Billy has only gotten stronger with the addition of the flayed. 

Billy’s only warning of danger is the sound of wood splintering before Steve is ripped out of his hold and a fully grown demogorogn is screaming in his face. Billy could take it out, put it in its place but Steve is there scolding the thing and they watch in curiosity as it works. "Gilbert no, put him down."  As soon as he is released the demogorgon is slobbering all over Steve while the demodogs whine and lick his knees crying for attention. 

Billy waits until Steve gets them all settled, the dogs eating while the gorgon keeps close aware that Billy is dangerous. "Want to tell me about your new pets pretty boy?" 

"Want to tell me about those black veins?" Steve asks, leaning against the counter arms across his waist starring Billy down. 

"I'm not here to hurt you." 

"I wasn't afraid you were." Steve says as the demogorgon growls the dogs pausing their meals to follow suit and Billy just smirks inky black tentacles reaching the distance to brush against Steve’s cheek before pulling back utterly pleased by Steve’s unchanging demeanor. 

"It's nice and cool here, I think I'll hang around a while." Billy says appreciating how cold it is 

"Whatever." Billy is not so pleased at the dismissal as Steve leaves and the demos follow but Billy figures Steve didn't tell him to leave and that must mean something. 

Billy and the flayed part of him start ignoring the mind flyers call too more than happy to hang out in the cool house with a pretty boy who's warming up to their presence. When Steve goes missing its Billy and a pack of demos that come to the rescue and Dustin is absolutely losing his shit watching a whole pack of whining demos in the elevator trying to pile on Steve while and over protective Billy and Gilbert stand gard. 

Steve high as a kite asking Billy "What are you doing here?" 

Billy all "I came for you pretty boy, got worried when you didn't come home." 

"You were worried about me?" 

"You're the only thing I worry about these days." And they're definitely making heart eyes at each other inky black tentacles curling around Steve because that's as close to touching as he can get with the demos all wound up. Erica and Dustin both mock gagging in the background. 

After Starcourt they and the demos pack up and leave town heading for colder weather and  seclusion.

Plant Man Billy

Steve’s parents for once bringing him along on one of their trips only to ditch him at a remote hotel in the jungle while they're busy in the city. After a few days he's bored and starts exploring the forest, sticking to the paths at first like he was warned to. But by the second week he's feeling bolder and he wanders off the path quickly getting lost. 

He falls in the growing darkness, injuring himself and losing track of the maybe path he was on. Wandering around in the dark forest, with the light from his cracked light and getting more lost by the second. 

Billy finds him or rather Steve stumbles down another sloop and rolls right into him. He's pretty sure the man moving above him, skin green and league, shifting like blades of grass moving in the wind is a concussion induced delusion before he passes out. 

Grass and there when he wakes up though and tending to his wounds and Steve finds himself in a cave full of plants and flours he's never seen and Billy isn't the only thing shaped like something but made out of plants. 

This one doesn't have a lot of plot. It's all this one tick tocks fault of this girl rubbing a phallic looking plant and then squishing it over her hair and I was like plant man Billy’s dick obviously. 

Steve becomes very familiar with Billy cock and the vines he can control. He thinks about leaving sometimes but he can't find any actual reason to leave when Billy’s always there ready to distract him with honey sweet lips and limbs and vines that move like no other. 

His parent's hire people to find him, people scouring the jungle for him but any who get close die horrible deaths. Billy isn't about to part with his pretty boy, who hasn't even noticed yet the way his own skin colors greener with each passing day and the vines aren't always moving at Billy’s bidding.

Ask Me

#Harringrove #jellyghostask #flayed Billy Hargrove #demo mom Steve Harrington #Plant Man Billy Hargrove #miscjelly #jellyhc

[in-tua-deep]

Hufflepuff Five is so good! Are the Hargreeves lives as students as adventurous like the main crew from HP? What about the Ministry of Magic? Would they get involved if someone caught wind of the sibling’s powers that weren’t just magic?

Their lives are SO wack honestly like, they just vibe. They just are going through their magical youth being absolute feral children who don’t trust adults as far as they can throw them while trying to hide their weird funky powers and also ravenously going through magical feats like they’re going out of style

Luther is every sibling’s go-to practice partner because apparently durability extends to being like? Slightly magic resistant? Basically if you hit Luther with a spell it will only be like, maybe half power? So the siblings use him as a magical shield half the time and an experiment the other half and Luther just Suffers Through This until it all goes wrong and he ends up as a werewolf, oops

(But at least Ben is alive! Honestly the only reason Luther wasn’t straight up mauled to death was a combo of his durability, Ben’s proficiency in healing magic, and Ben managing to befriend the acromantulas)

(Luther eventually gets a sense of humor about this after long years of working on accepting himself and constantly threatens to bite his siblings or makes comments about them looking extra tasty when they irritate him)

Allison is a quidditch star, super popular and athletic as all hell. She probably ends up being the Slytherin team captain, honestly. Allison is all glamor and charisma and in her later years of hogwarts has an absolute blast. Allison is very much functional passing so she’s usually the front man to get the professors off their backs, but she also is the front man for a lot of the shit that the family sell for extra spending money. Five and Ben might make potions, but Allison rules the underground black market in slytherin with an iron fist (which gets them into shenanigans involving other kids who Owe Debts)

Diego is on the gryffindor quidditch team and so him and Allison are constantly at each other’s throats on the pitch (Allison sometimes rumors him during matches when she gets within earshot which makes all of the siblings yell at him but she maintains that he gets to use his stupid powers to score points so she should get to as well). Diego gets roped into everything because he’s super soft. He starts a lot of fights because he has vigilante genes so he serves a lot of detentions. His house tolerates him losing them points because the man is a wizard with a quaffle

(Diego and Allison actually practice a lot together, which their respective teams are like HMMMM over but they’re siblings and slytherin knows that Allison would never hesitate to knock Diego off his broom and wave cheerily as he falls to his death, and gryffindor is aware that Diego can, should, and must throw a ball directly at Allison’s dumb face if she gets too close to him because of the Cain Instinct)

(Honestly Allison and Diego do a LOT for interhouse unity, showing that you can still be ride or die for each other while also wanting greatly to kill each other uwu)

Ben is too independent for his own good, which is what gets him into trouble. He likes gardening, and he likes herbs, and sometimes he’s just GOTTA go into the forbidden forest on a full moon to gather these very specific ingredients, c’mon. He also just. Likes spending time in the forbidden forest. He’s Hagrid’s favorite student because he doesn’t bat an eye at all the weird magical creatures, bc homeboy got an eldritch horror in his navel. Ben makes friends with the acromantulas (who have a healthy respect for him after the Horror ate a few of them), patiently avoids the centaurs, and bribes the pixies into giving him their shed wings through liberal application of jam stolen from the Hogwarts kitchens. 

You know what Allison is functional passing and Ben is distinguished passing, all their teachers assume that Ben is the most put together of them but they’re WRONG. They haven’t seen Ben at two in the morning yanking Vanya out of ben because if they don’t break into greenhouse four and help those poor fucking plants the first years are tending to they’re all going to DIE and that’s not fair??? ben is single handedly going to save all those poor plants (and all those first year’s grades)

Vanya is just VIBING, he ends up coming out as trans in fourth year and gets to be roommates with Ben which is pretty sweet. If only Ben didn’t drag him into shenanigans?? All the teachers are like “ah yes Vanya, such a quiet boy not like his siblings at all” but Vanya can will should and must climb onto the roof of the astronomy tower to play his violin because He Just Likes To Be Tall. Vanya once punched a snobby ravenclaw kid in the nose and then stared them down saying “the teachers will never believe you.”

Vanya steals Luther to practice his powers with in unused classrooms the most?? he’s durable. he’ll be fine if Vanya blasts him into a wall with his powers lol

Vanya’s solution to all their problems is “do you want me to blow it up with my powers?” or “do you want me to kill them for you?” 

(All of the siblings now refuse to duel with Vanya except for Luther bc Vanya is RUTHLESS. He WILL murder his siblings (almost) given the chance. They’re all so lucky that Ben is so good at healing and carries extra vials of healing potions on his person otherwise Madame Pomfrey would be VERY CONCERNED)

Five and Klaus probably get into the most shenanigans? Klaus gets less and less afraid of ghosts the more he runs into nice ones like Fred Weasley. Fred also lovingly nurtures Klaus’s absolutely terrible sense of humor and encourages him to prank the whole school. Klaus knows ALL the secret passageways thanks to Fred, a previous owner of the Maurauder’s map, so he’s just like. Constantly in the walls. He once dropped out of the ceiling to get to transfiguration in time and nobody even commented on it because Klaus is just Like That.

(A few people see Klaus’s boney elbows and knobbley knees and thinks he’s a good target for bullying just because he’s a slytherin and interhouse awfulness absolutely it at an all time high so recently after the war. YEAH his siblings step in and put the fear of god into any bullies, but Klaus fights like a cornered raccoon.)

Five is just way too smart and curious for his own good. He likes to poke around, figure things out, and also make money. Five does people’s homework, charges them for potions or rune work, tutors, dismantles shit in the chamber of secrets, ALSO explores the secret passageways (and finds some that weren’t on the map), is lovingly bullied into Friendship Activities with his housemates, breaks into the other houses’s common rooms for funsies, and keeps getting fed by the house elves who found out he can ‘apparate’ like them (without a wand) and have apparently adopted him against his will

Five is the sibling who has his fingers in like. ALL the pies. and just constantly pops up and drags them into things. Five will be helping Klaus with potions homework then glance up and tell Diego he’s cashing in the favor he’s owed for carving runes into Diego’s knives and that Diego now gets to break into Douglas Eddington’s room to steal back Lana Delwich’s diary so that Five can trade it to Lana for her rare Solomon Babik chocolate frog card which Five can give to Barnaby Beeson in exchange for a Large Distraction of Five’s Choice and a sketchy book on ward breaking which Five needs so he can break into the headmaster’s office to get a confiscated dark magic book that has some information Five needs to alter a potion that he’s probably going to make Luther drink later

Five is the sibling who is like “Ugh, I thought I was trading for some nundu ingredients but now i have a Whole Baby Nundu in the basement :/”

Which, of course, Klaus wants to keep despite the poison breath.

“This is literally one of the most dangerous magical creatures, we are not keeping it.” Luther says, unimpressed. However, he definitely has it cradled in his arms and makes kissy faces at it when he thinks no one is looking. (Apparently baby toxic nundu breath only makes Luther sneeze, so there’s that?)

“If you guys are arrested for smuggling I am not bailing you out.” Is Allison’s only decree about the matter.

Honestly I wouldn’t be shocked if someone DID eventually find out about one of the siblings’ powers - however, they would come to entirely the wrong conclusion about them?? Because this is a world of MAGIC and so everything magical has to have a magical explanation, right???

Luther is durable as all fuck???? Uhhhhh maybe he has some like. Troll blood or giant blood something back in his family line, obviously not something he would ever want the world to know about bc of species-ism

Allison can make you do whatever you want with her words????? Maybe she’s part veela? With that charm appeal?

Five is doing. Wandless apparation?? I mean, that’s rare as FUCK but wandless magic is,,, grudgingly accepted though it’s usually only used for small or very familiar spells and not usually something as complex as apparation but OKAY just sit him down and forbid him from doing it anymore bc boy boutta be SPLICED or some shit

Klaus can. Klaus can talk to ghosts. Who are not full ghosts. Hmm. huh. Maybe it’s?? A family ability??? a super rare one? like being a metamorphagus? (What the fuck??????? what the FUCK???????)

Primarily the kids started off paranoid because they believed that their abilities indicated that they weren’t the same type of magic, and they didn’t want to be returned to their father, and then it progressed into “these abilities might make people scared of us (looking at you allison, with your imperius-ass abilites)” or “we can’t afford that kind of scrutiny or curiosity about our powers (they might find out luther is a werewolf or something idk)” and “if we are ‘desirable’ children with ‘rare abilities’ the government might try to split us up and adopt us into weird pureblood families or something OR might try to lock us up (like where would they even put Ben??)”

honestly if ben ever got found out he’d just deadpan “it’s a curse, hand me the black wormroot would you?” and be like “oh yeah it’s under control i just go vibe in the woods every so often and rip up a tree or something. I think the horror wants to be the whomping willow when it grows up actually, so just don’t get too close when i’m in the horror zone. if you can live with a murder tree on campus you can live with me on campus”

someone sees vanya fuck something up with his powers and is like ???? and Vanya is just like “accidental magic lol” 

“aren’t you... a bit... old for accidental magic...”

“accidental. magic.”

#hogwarts au #they get into so many shenanigans op you have no idea #honestly they probably get a lot looser with publically using their powers #except for allison #she keeps a lock on that shit bc it's an azkaban sentence for using imperius babie #also yes vanya is trans in the hogwarts au now sorry i don't make the rules #congrats elliot page for coming out #i'll probably vary between my aus what is going on with vanya but hogwarts au vanya is trans #he shares a room with ben and gets dragged along to help ben break into greenhouses #five has put himself in charge of getting funds for their futures #because they might survive on the hogwarts orphan fund right now but what about AFTER diego #allison is going to become a famous quidditch player so she doesn't care #but the REST of them??? #allison is a jock and you can pry that from my cold dead hands #they have less 'take down the government' school shenanigans #more 'magical school that can kill you' type things #and also whatever shady shit five has gotten into #the slytherins have given up keeping five out of their common room #someone: what have you got there? #ben with the horror out gesturing with a tentacle: a smoothie #luther about being a werewolf: i'm a MONSTER #five: and WHERE was this attitude when you ate my last jar of marshmallow fluff? #the siblings are all just. immune to bullshit now honestly #long post #far tua long #Anonymous

[nicknellie]

It’s nearly two in the morning and I just spent an hour writing a Flarrie idea that’s been rattling around my head for weeks, so here you go. It’s essentially both Flynn and Carrie having no idea how romance works. Enjoy.

Smiley Faces and Love Hearts

The notes were really starting to get on Carrie’s nerves. Every time she opened her locker a scrappy piece of paper would flutter to the ground, ripped around the edges and so heavily doodled on that the lines on it were hardly visible. And every time she would sigh and pick it up, read through it, roll her eyes, and throw it in the bin. She wouldn’t have minded the notes if they had been a little nicer. As it was, each and every one of the notes so far had been an insult.

That morning’s note was no different. Carrie was already having a bad day - she had quite literally woken up on the wrong side of bed and ended up stubbing her toe (which was still throbbing almost an hour later), then she had spilled coffee down her favourite top and hadn’t had time to change, so she’d improvised and pulled a jumper on without really looking at it. When she was already halfway to school she had realised that she had forgotten to bring all of the music she’d spent the weekend working on for the Dirty Candi rehearsal that afternoon and sworn loudly in frustration; that had earned her a stern talking-to from an old lady who happened to be passing and thought Carrie had aimed the swear at her. Because of that she had ended up late for school.

And then came the note.

It fell out of her locker the moment she opened it and began drifting to the ground. She snatched it midair and smoothed out its creases. Carrie knew that reading the note would only make her feel worse, but she couldn’t help it. Her curiosity got the better of her and she read the single word scrawled messily amongst doodles of flowers and love hearts.

Demon.

Should’ve guessed it would be something like that, she thought bitterly, scowling as she scrunched the note up again and flung it into the nearby bin. All the other notes had been equally nasty things, many of them worse, but all had been surrounded by those infuriatingly happy doodles - smiley faces, hearts with arrows stuck through them, beautiful swirly patterns that took up half the paper. It was almost as if the person sending the notes was happy to insult Carrie, like they thought it was a game.

Carrie knew who was sending the notes, of course. There was only one person who had the gall to say that sort of thing to her face, and sending the little notes was only a step away. It had to be Flynn - she was the only one who ever felt able to talk back to Carrie in any way.

That was the worst part because that very thing was probably why Carrie liked Flynn so much. So many people were intimidated by her because of who her dad was and her status, and a lot of people only wanted to talk to her so that they could say they were friends with the Carrie Wilson. It made things quite lonely sometimes - she knew she always had Nick and Dirty Candi by her side, that they were true friends, but knowing that other people weren’t interested in her for the right reasons always stung. That was what made Flynn so different, so charming; she wasn’t intimidated by Carrie, she was willing to put up a fight, and she didn’t want to hang around her just to say that she did. For the most part, Flynn treated her like she treated everyone else, a normal human being.

Except for the notes. The notes, admittedly, were a downside. The worst part wasn’t that Flynn was sending these little notes, it was that Carrie couldn’t work out why. They hadn’t been friends for about a year now and had mostly stayed out of one another’s way, so she had no idea why Flynn was suddenly popping notes in her locker. She wondered if it was to get her attention - but why could Flynn possibly want that?

On a normal day, the note calling her a demon wouldn’t have been too much of a bother. Read it, ignore it, chuck it away and be done with it. But that day, after everything bad that had happened that morning, it really hurt. Carrie didn’t often cry, least of all at school where people would see her doing it, but she found herself blinking back tears that stung at her eyes, forcing herself not to let them fall.

“Hey Carrie,” came an unhelpfully chipper voice from behind her. Flynn’s voice. Because of course she chose today of all days to come and talk to Carrie. “I was just wondering if you happened to find anything in your lo— Hey, are you okay?”

Carrie rolled her eyes. She’d never been a subtle crier. If she was guessing correctly, her face was currently bright pink, her eyes glittering with tears like the sea, and she had been sniffling far too loudly for a minute straight. She wiped roughly at her eyes, trying to dispel the tears.

“Go away,” she told Flynn. “Whatever you’re here to say, I don’t care.”

Flynn looked utterly stumped, like she had no idea what to do. This was probably the opposite of what she had been prepared for - she had most likely expected to find Carrie, annoy her for a little while, unsubtly bring up the subject of the notes, and dip out again. She wouldn’t have been prepared for Carrie to be in tears.

“Do you... do you wanna talk about it?” Flynn ventured. Carrie had never heard anyone sound so uncomfortable. She shot Flynn a glare like a knife and Flynn shrugged as if to say ‘yeah, that’s fair’.

“I don’t have time for you,” Carrie spat, being nasty because right then it felt good in a bitter way. It felt right to take her anger out on Flynn. “If you’ve got something to say then spit it out and let me get on with my day.”

“Carrie...” Flynn said quietly. She might have been imagining it, but Carrie was sure she heard something resembling concern in Flynn’s tone. But it was gone as soon as it had come because a moment later Flynn had composed herself and said, “Your sweater is inside-out,” before walking down the hall, back the way she’d come.

Carrie muttered a swear under her breath and stalked off in the opposite direction.

*

It was the strangest thing. For about a week after that day, the notes stopped. Carrie wondered if Flynn had finally taken the hint that she wasn’t going to rise to whatever game Flynn thought she was playing. Perhaps she had finally seen it was annoying and it wasn’t a good way to get Carrie’s attention (if that was what she wanted - Carrie still had no clue why she might have). She thought that was the end of it, that they could go back to ignoring each other.

Until exactly one week after the incident, a note fluttered out of Carrie’s locker.

She frowned and picked it up. This one was already a little different to the others - the first notes had all been scrunched into untidy balls, but this one was neatly folded. Carrie cast a quick glance around the corridor, seeing if Flynn happened to be nearby. Presumably it was still her sending the notes. But there was no sign of Flynn in amongst the crowd of other students, so Carrie opened the note and read it. Then she read it again. And again. And again. And each time she read it she became more and more confused.

Smile! Today’s going to be a good day.

It didn’t make any sense. It made less sense than the unnecessary insults. Was Flynn mocking her? Had she planned something for later that would make Carrie’s day considerably less good? Was this some new form of insult that Carrie was unfamiliar with? She doubted the last idea, she was practically the queen of insults. And she couldn’t work out for the life of her how this was supposed to be mean.

And yet the idea that it was sincere was even stranger.

Still, she pocketed the note and tried to push it to the back of her mind. She tried not to let her mind linger on how weird it was that Flynn’s demeanour had so suddenly changed from cruel to encouraging. She tried to ignore the butterflies it awoke in her stomach. She simply tried to forget that Flynn had suddenly started being nice. But over the next few weeks, the nice notes kept coming and Carrie kept getting more confused.

Sending positive vibes :)

Your DC gig last night was great!

Good luck for your English exam later, you’ll kill it.

Your outfit looks amazing today!

None of it made any sense. Especially the last note - Flynn wouldn’t have even seen her outfit when she wrote the note. Carrie kept each of the kind notes because they gave her a warm and fuzzy feeling in her heart that she didn’t want to admit to, but she still was utterly clueless about what it meant.

It went on for weeks. Carrie’s birthday came around, and in her locker that morning she found a birthday card. It was filled with smiley faces and birthday best wishes and for once, unlike all the other notes, Flynn had signed it. She and Flynn hadn’t been friends properly for a year, and the idea that Flynn still remembered when her birthday was sent her mind into overdrive.

After a month or so, Carrie finally got the nerve to approach Flynn after school one day and get to the bottom of it all. It had remained a mystery for too long.

“Flynn,” she called, seeing Flynn a little way across Los Feliz’s car park, walking side by side with Julie. Both of them turned to look when Carrie shouted and she felt herself blush a little. “Wait up.”

Both girls stopped walking and let Carrie catch up with them. Julie had a smirk on her face, looking like she knew far too much. It didn’t sit well with Carrie. Flynn on the other hand looked far too casual and collected to actually be calm at all. She was smiling in that over-the-top, fake way she had been when she and Julie randomly came over to Carrie’s house that one time, seemingly just to spill water everywhere and show Carrie and Nick pictures of raccoons.

“I want to talk to you,” Carrie said, forgetting formalities and not beating around the bush.

“Okay,” Flynn replied with a shrug, “what’s up?”

“Just you,” Carrie said awkwardly. She cast a glance at Julie, half-apologetic, but Julie didn’t seem to mind.

“It’s cool,” she said dismissively. “I’ve got to get to rehearsal with the guys anyway. I’ll see you later, Flynn.”

Carrie waited for Julie to have walked far enough away so that she wouldn’t hear what they were talking about. Flynn looked awkward, shuffling about from side to side, fiddling with the strap of her bag. Carrie suddenly didn’t know what she wanted to say.

“Right,” she said, trying to sound organised and matter-of-fact, but coming across as a little bit frantic just with that one word. She reached into her pocket, pulled out a handful of the nice notes Flynn had left her, and shoved them into Flynn’s hand. “Those.”

Flynn raised an eyebrow. “What about them?”

“You’ve been leaving notes in my locker,” she began. Suddenly she felt unsure of herself despite knowing that it had to be Flynn. It was too late to back out now, so she powered through. “They started out as insults and then you stopped for a week and then they became... nice. And kind. Those are the kind ones. And you gave me a birthday card.”

“Yeah,” Flynn said, like it should have been obvious. “What’s your point?”

Carrie threw up her hands exasperatedly. “I don’t get it! Why are you doing it? What’s going on?”

Flynn had the audacity to look amused. Her little smirk, adorable as it was, just made Carrie angrier.

“I thought you’d figure it out with the first notes,” Flynn said thoughtfully. “Julie said you wouldn’t. I guess she was right. But she also said you’d get it with the nice ones, so she was wrong there at least.”

“Get what?” Carrie demanded.

“Look,” Flynn said, “I’m sorry for the mean notes. They were just a bit of fun that I didn’t think through properly. I shouldn’t have done it. I didn’t realise it would upset you.”

It took Carrie far too long to realise what Flynn was talking about. She meant the day she’d found Carrie crying, and she thought it was just because of the notes.

Carrie felt her face flush and she crossed her arms over her chest. She mumbled, “It wasn’t just that. I wasn’t bothered by them that much. There was other stuff too.”

“Like what?”

“I’m not going to tell you,” she snapped defensively. Flynn looked taken aback as if she had expected Carrie to spill everything right then and there. But after a moment or two, she seemed to regain her composure.

“That’s fine. But still, I am sorry. After you got upset I thought for a bit and decided I’d - you know - try and cheer you up. So Julie suggested I try writing you some nicer stuff. Did it work?”

Carrie rolled her eyes, but still thought back over the past few weeks. She didn’t remember the last time she’d felt so... giddy. She had been excited to wake up and go to school, eager to see what message was left in her locker. And her mood had remained high throughout each day because whenever she stuck her hand in her pocket she felt that little scrap of paper with words of encouragement scribbled onto it, telling her how strong she was. And every time she thought of Flynn tucking those notes into her locker, her heart did a giddy little flip and butterflies danced in her stomach.

So yes. The notes had helped.

Suddenly the whole thing felt awkward. Carrie realised in that moment that she had come to get a crush on Flynn throughout all of this. It made her heart slam and she could hardly look Flynn in the eye. And in her momentary panic she said, “Whatever. Just stop leaving the notes. Leave me alone completely.”

And she turned on her heel and left, leaving a stunned Flynn behind her.

*

Carrie had never regretted anything so quickly. As soon as she arrived home, she headed upstairs to her room and tried her hardest to think of some way to undo what she had said. She didn’t want the notes to stop, she didn’t want Flynn to leave her alone. Quite the opposite. But she had said it, and now she needed it to change.

The next day, Carrie arrived at school much earlier than usual. There were only one or two other students in the hallways, talking in low bored voices or cramming in some last minute studying. None of them paid her any mind as she walked straight past them, past her own locker, and stopped outside Flynn’s. She pulled a note out of her pocket - one she had written herself - and pushed it through the locker door, hearing it drop down on the other side. She took a deep breath, smiled, and then began to wait.

She watched from a safe distance twenty minutes later when Flynn approached her locker. She looked a little downcast and dreary; Carrie prayed she didn’t have too much to do with that. But her look of gloom was soon replaced with confusion when she opened her locker and found the little folded bit of paper inside.

Flynn looked around the hallway and Carrie ducked behind a door. She was only hiding because she didn’t want Flynn to see her and decide, for whatever reason, not to read the note. When she was sure that Flynn would have turned back around, she peeked out again and watched Flynn’s mouth move as she read the words on the note.

Sorry for yesterday and thank you for everything. I really like you, Flynn. —C

She watched Flynn read the note over and over again, watched the little smile grow on her face until there was an all out grin. Carrie thanked the heavens that she had guessed right, that Flynn did feel the same way. That was why she had been doing all this - from the very start, it had been because she wanted Carrie’s attention. It was because she liked her the same way Carrie now realised she liked Flynn. Carrie thought that the fact it had worked was somewhat of a miracle.

Flynn turned Carrie’s note over to the blank side, whipped a pen out, and wrote something down. Carrie took her opportunity - she headed over to Flynn as she began to fold up the note, and she pinched it right out of her fingers triumphantly, feigning confidence to drown the unsteady beating of her nervous heart.

“Is this for me?” she asked sweetly, holding the note between two fingers for Flynn to see.

“I was gonna put it in your locker,” Flynn said.

“This is quicker,” Carrie replied dismissively.

Flynn smiled brightly as Carrie opened the note. She read it once, twice, three times, and felt her heart quicken with each word.

Go on a date with me?

Carrie looked to Flynn again, unable to hold back her smile any longer. She beamed at her and was glad to see the gesture returned. It was a beautiful sight - Flynn had a smile like the sun, in that Carrie was sure her world would revolve around it for a long time to come.

“Does this weekend work for you?”

#im half asleep so im sorry for any mistakes #jatp #julie molina #julie and the phantoms #jatp fic #flynn jatp #carrie wilson #flarrie #flynn x carrie #carrie x flynn #flarrie fic #enemies to lovers #oneshot #my writing #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #first date #this could be the set up for the flarrie requests im gonna write actually!!

[schrijverr]

Mysterious Friend

Bakugo and Midoriya stayed friends and Midoriya didn't go to UA. While living in the dorms, Bakugo mentions an 'Izuchan' that makes everyone curious until they meet him by accident.

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: none, but tell me if I missed anything!

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Bakugo had a friend.

He had more than one friend of course and there was nothing wrong with the fact that Bakugo had a friend. It was just that class 1-A didn’t know this friend and their interest had been piqued.

It had mostly been piqued because they hadn’t known about this friend until now, more than half a year later. And they only knew because they had to move into the dorms, which meant that some privacy they had before, was no more.

So they had found out about the friend.

Since as much as Bakugo had apparently tried to hide this friend, he wasn’t willing to give up contact over it and called with the friend regularly.

He hadn’t talked with them just in front of anyone and it was only after a few weeks in the dorms that they first heard the name.

Bakugo was grabbing a glass of water from the kitchen, phone held between his shoulder and ear as he listened to what the person on the other side of the line was saying. Most assumed it was one of his parents and left him to it, not wanting to interrupt or listen in.

After he had gotten the glass of water, Bakugo decided he wanted a snack, but not before telling the person on the other side: “Stop muttering, Izuchan. You know I can’t follow you, just fucking tell me about this great discovery like a normal person.”

The room stopped at ‘Izuchan.’ That wasn’t just a nickname, that was a personal and friendly nickname, completely opposite to the ones he had for his classmates. So they stared as Bakugo grabbed a snack while he listened intently.

Then Bakugo laughed, actually honest to god laughed, at something this Izuchan said, before replying: “That’s your revelation? Of course I could beat that motherfucker up.”

After another silence, he said: “You don’t get to tell her I said that! She’ll kill me.”

“What you should tell her? Uhm,” Bakugo thought for a moment, “Tell auntie I considered it before agreeing politely.”

Izuchan said something and he pouted: “She might believe it.”

They could faintly hear laughter over the line, before Bakugo whined: “No, I wanted to ask her to make me curry, she won’t do it if she’s mad at me.”

He nodded at something Izuchan said, then agreed: “You’re right, maybe this whole dorm situation will help me. Does she miss me much? Tell her I said hi, by the way.”

Then he turned and saw some people looking at him, so he lowered the phone for a second and growled: “Oi, I’m not a fucking circus act. It’s rude to stare, you fucking extra’s,” then he said into the phone, “They were being annoying and rude, I’m not overcompensating, Izuchan.”

So yeah, Bakugo had a friend.

A friend they didn’t know of and had never heard more about other than the fact that Bakugo called this friend Izuchan and apparently was more open and fun with this person. And by god if a few people weren’t absolutely curious about this Izuchan.

When Bakugo returned downstairs for dinner, Mina pounced on him first, she had been there for the phone call and she was very curious: “So, who did you have on the line?”

“None of your fucking business, raccoon,” Bakugo scoffed in response.

“Ahw, come on, you can give us more than that,” Mina pouted.

“I could, but it’s none of your business,” Bakugo told her again.

“Mina, you shouldn’t pry, it’s unbecoming of a hero!” Iida jumped in with chopping hands and for once Bakugo was glad for the rule-stickling class president.

“But, Iidaaa,” Mina whined.

“No, leave people their privacy, we already lost so much,” Iida said and Mina backed off, knowing when to stop.

That didn’t mean she let it go completely, nor a few others. Kirishima was all for respecting others and their privacy, but he felt a bit weird knowing that one of his best friends hadn’t trusted him with the fact that he had more friends outside of school.

It was a strange thing to keep secret.

So, a few days later he asked: “What are you doing on the weekend. Heard you got permission to go home. Visiting anyone?”

Bakugo looked at him suspiciously, before shrugging: “Mostly seeing my mom and dad and eating some curry.”

“Oh, yeah, Mina said you mentioned curry on the phone,” Kirishima commented, he didn’t want to, but in his curiosity it slipped out, so at Bakugo’s look, he immediately added, “Ah, sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Bakugo sighed, “I just don’t know why everyone thinks it’s such a big deal. Mina pestered me in the hallways again and Kaminari during lunch. I’m not going around asking them every detail about their life.”

“To be honest, I don’t think you know stuff even if they have told you,” Kirishima said, “You didn’t know Uraraka’s name during the sports festival and you fought her before.”

He made a ‘that’s fair’-face, then said: “Yeah, but I don’t get why they want to know.”

“You’re just so grumpy all the time, bro. I don’t mean that in a bad way, but you can be a bit stand-off-ish and I think most of us are just surprised you never mentioned this person.”

“I don’t have to if I don’t want to, dumbass.”

“You don’t, you don’t,” Kirishima quickly assured him, already regretting starting this conversation in the first place, “But you can’t blame people for being curious.”

“I suppose,” and that was the end of the conversation, because Bakugo moved on to the Hero Training lesson they’d had today.

He left for the weekend and never said anything beyond ‘it was fine’ whenever someone asked how his weekend had been.

So, people let it go.

Sure, they were curious and wanted to know who the person was that Bakugo was trying to hide from them, but he obviously didn’t want to tell him and they weren’t getting on his good side by asking. So, better to let things be.

Well, until they overheard Bakugo talk to Izuchan again a few weeks later. He was walking to his room when his phone went, he looked to his screen before sighing and picking up: “What happened, nerd? I am not bailing you out again, Izuchan.”

If it had been anything other than that, class 1-A would have let it go again, but this just made them wonder about so many things that it was impossible to not be curious again.

Who was this Izuchan?

Bakugo then replied to Izuchan: “It’s not that weird that I thought that. So why are you suddenly calling me? Not that I don’t appreciate it.”

And who was this polite Bakugo?

“You got what?” Bakugo’s voice went a bit shrill, “Are you okay? Did you contact auntie? Or my mom or dad at least? Or the fucking police? An ambulance maybe? What’s fucking wrong with you?”

Everyone startled at the sudden change of tone and Kirishima asked: “Is everything alright, bro?”

Bakugo now seemed to notice the audience and held up a finger while he listened to whatever he was being told over the phone. He sighed in relief, before saying: “You had me worried there you dick, you don’t get to tell me you were attacked when it was just that.”

There is a short silence, then Bakugo huffed: “No, a goose doesn’t count, no matter how terrifying they are, now wait a moment while I tell these idiots that you’re fine, fucking hell.”

He turned to the class, who was waiting with curious gazes, and told them: “Izuchan’s fine, he got attacked by a goose in the park and decided to be a dramatic bitch about it. He’s stupid as fuck, don’t mind him. Shows over.”

That did little to explain the enigma that was this Izuchan, but did calm the class slightly after the outburst just then.

Izuchan apparently said something again, because Bakugo rolled his eyes: “Yeah, yeah, whatever, you nerd. I’ll talk to you later, when I’m not pissed at you for giving me a heart attack, okay. You know you can’t joke about that shit.”

A silence.

“No, I don’t care how much you thought you were going to die, geese are not emergency material and I will kick you the next time I see you. Also call auntie if it actually bit you, that needs to be disinfected.”

Izuchan probably pouted something, because Bakugo laughed and said: “I still hate you, bye,” before he hung up.

“So your friend is okay?” Iida asked after a moment of quiet.

“Yeah, yeah, he is,” Bakugo sighed, “There is nothing wrong with him, physically at least, he is fucking stupid, but that’s permanent and he’s always been like that.”

“Don’t be mean, Bakugo,” Kirishima grinned, knowing his friend wouldn’t listen.

“I’m not mean, if you’d met him, you would agree.”

Kirishima raised a brow and Bakugo added: “Which you will not, so just take my word for it.”

“Not cool, bro. I wanna meet him, I don’t get why you’re so mysterious about this, it’s literally killing me and making me more curious.”

Bakugo shrugged: “Not my problem,” then walked off. He didn’t want them to meet Izuchan for the simple reason that he couldn't help but be soft around the nerd and he had a reputation to maintain. That and he also had trouble sharing Izuchan’s attention and a small petty part didn’t want his best friend to like his other friends better than him.

So, he kept his mouth shut about Izuchan and lived his life.

He slipped up one other time when he was calling with his mother. He knew some had been watching his phone calls like hawks and he found those extra’s mildly annoying, so he’d kept most of his calls to his room, but he thought his mother would be safe.

But apparently not.

“Inko and Izuku are visiting right now,” she told him, “They miss you brat, wanna say hi?”

“What do you mean auntie and Izuchan are visiting, old hag? You guys having Friday dinners without me, ey?” he frowned, “And of course I wanna say hi.”

The Friday dinners had become a bit of a tradition, reprieving busy parents from cooking once every two weeks while maintaining college contacts and having a fun play date for their kids.

Izuchan’s voice came over the line: “Hi, Kacchan! Sorry that we’re eating without you, it’s less fun, but you’re here in spirit.”

He just knew the little shit would be smiling all sweet, so he grumbled: “In spirit my ass, you’re just eating my food.”

“Actually I’m eating my food,” Izuchan corrected, “I learned how to make katsudon, so I cooked. You don’t have anything on me.”

“You did?” Bakugo exclaimed in surprise, he vividly remembered the pancake incident.

“Yeah, I did. I’m not that horrid of a cook, you know,” Izuchan pouted.

“Tell that to the kitchen you almost burned down and the apartment complex that had to evacuate, Izuchan,” Bakugo grinned.

“So mean, Kacchan.”

“Aim to please,” Bakugo rolled his eyes with a smirk, then there was some shuffling on the other line and he faintly heard Izuchan: “I’m not hogging the line, mom,” before Inko greeted him: “Hi, Katsuki, is school okay? Are you eating well?”

“Hi auntie,” he replied fondly, “School’s fine and unlike your offspring I know how to cook. I’m fine, don’t worry.”

“He is getting better, he made us kastudon,” she told him.

“So he said, but you don’t have to lie to me. Is it edible?” he grinned.

Izuchan yelled: “It was perfectly fine, Kacchan. Mom, tell him it was okay.”

“I mean…” Inko decided to mess with Izuchan, who guffawed loudly, making Bakugo laugh as Inko amended her hesitation and praising her son’s cooking.

Then the phone was commandeered back by his mother, who said: “And that was enough harassment from my brat. Do your best out there, we’ll see you next weekend.”

“Bye old hag, say bye to the others.”

“I will,” and then she hung up.

When he looked up from his goodbye, he came face to face with Mina, who was leaning on the back of the couch. She asked: “Izuchan?”

Hearing her say his nickname for his favourite nerd, snapped something in Bakugo, who growled: “His name is Midoriya to you.”

“Touchy, touchy” Mina tutted. “So, Midoriya?” she repeated her question, mocking him when she said the name with an eyeroll.

Bakugo huffed and stomped off, not willing to deal with that or talk about it ever again.

Sadly, nothing turned out someone planned and no one could plan for every surprise there was, so despite his best efforts Izuchan met his classmates by chance.

It happened when Bakugo got injured in class. This was not an uncommon occurrence, but since he’d been hit in the head, which could have lasting damage his emergency contact had to be informed of the injury.

This in itself wasn’t that big of a deal, but it just so happened that his parents were away on a fashion show in Milan and Inko wasn’t allowed to take calls at her job, so for the time being Izuchan was the one who would be called for him.

Bakugo was completely fine and had already been healed by Recovery Girl and stormed out when she was done, but he hadn’t been when Aizawa called his emergency contact, quite baffled by the young anxious voice that had picked up.

Because Midoriya was a nervous person overall, hearing that his best friend had been injured to the point of unconsciousness, made him spiral and demand he could see him in a fit of concerned bravery.

UA wasn’t about to wave off demands from the relations to the students that had managed to get kidnapped under their watch, so Aizawa agreed to meet Midoriya at the gate.

“Midoriya Izuku?” he asked.

“Ah, uhm, yes, we spoke on the phone,” the young boy said, “It’s an honor to meet you Mr. Eraser Head, big fan.”

Aizawa wasn’t aware he had fans as an underground hero, so he just thanked the kid awkwardly, before he moved on: “Bakugo is at the dorms, he got up pretty soon after we called.”

“That’s a relief,” Midoriya smiled, still nervous around the edges.

Meanwhile in the dorm Bakugo was scowling at everyone and telling them that he was ‘perfectly fine now fuck off, tapeface’ when the door suddenly opened and a familiar voice yelled: “Kacchan!”

He looked up and there was Izuchan, already rushing towards him as he said: “You’re alive, oh my god you had me so worried, Kacchan.”

Izuchan took his face between his hands, trying to find a wound already gone as the rest of the class watched, completely baffled Bakugo was pushing this stranger off.

“You pinky promised me, you wouldn’t get yourself badly hurt, Kacchan. You know how worried I get, where did you get hit. God, they told me you were unconscious,” Izuchan rambled on.

“Izuchan. Izuchan, I’m fine. It’s already gone, it healed,” he assured his friend, then frowned, “What are you doing here anyway?”

“Do you have amnesia? Who is your favourite hero? How many fingers am I holding up?” Izuchan asked, “Do you know who your parents are?”

“Oh, the fashion show, slipped my mind,” Bakugo remembered, “And stop being so concerned, nerd. Also you promised you wouldn’t get arrested anymore and you almost did last weekend, so stop getting on my dick about one little head injury.”

“Key word being almost, Kacchan. Besides, a head injuriescan be very serious. You could have been hurt, like badly.”

“Well, I’m not, so you can stop being an idiot, I’m fine, promise.”

“Pinky promise?” Izuchan held up his pinky with those big eyes, he knew Bakugo couldn't say no to.

Bakugo sighed and interlocked their pinkies, he was very aware of his entire class behind Izuchan watching them with big eyes. They were about to explode, he just knew it. He mumbled: “Pinky promise, Izuchan.”

Then Izuchan smiled for real and it made Bakugo feel infinitely better about the whole situation… until the whole class finally burst into chaos.

“You’re Izuchan?”

“Bakubro, your friend is so manly!”

“Ahw, he’s so cute!”

“Not at all what I pictured, kero…”

“Bakugo is so nice to him.”

Midoriya got completely overwhelmed by the wall of sound and looked at them with big eyes until Bakugo yelled: “Stop scaring him, you fucking extra’s.”

That send Midoriya into scolding as he berated Bakugo: “You told me you were gonna stop calling people extra’s, I know you know all their names. Stop overcompensating.”

“I’m not overcompensating,” Bakugo protested and Midoriya just send him an unimpressed look, so Bakugo pouted and looked away.

Then Midoriya got off the couch and bowed: “Sorry for my manners. I’m Midoriya Izuku, pleasure to meet you all. I’ve heard great things from Kacchan!” and then he send them his biggest smile that melted everyone’s hearts.

They all introduced themselves while Bakugo pouted in the background. He wasn’t going to deprive his friend of a fun interaction – god knew he needed it – but he was a bit sour how quickly he’d lost his attention.

Kirishima asked: “How long have you know Bakugo? He never said anything about you and wouldn’t tell us why.”

“Oh, we’ve known each other all our lives. Our mums were friends in college,” Midoriya said, “He is a right softie, always protected me from the bullies on the playground. As for why he never talked about me, I can hazard a guess.”

At that Bakugo’s head whipped up, he had told Izuchan his reason and he couldn't believe his friend was about to expose him like that.

“Really?” Mina leaned in with curious eyes, she was delighted that the mystery himself had showed up and was hungry for information.

“Yeah, really,” Midoriya smirked in Bakugo’s reaction who was gesturing for him to cut it off, but why would he? “He thinks he has a tough man reputation, but I know that he cried during the All Might cartoons and that auntie still makes a food face on his ramen when he visits during the weekend.”

Mina giggled and more followed, while Bakugo had enough and tackled Midoriya with a blush, covering his friend’s mouth as he said: “That’s fucking enough, Izuchan. I still have pictures of you at the police station for auntie, so you watch out.”

Midoriya blanched and muffledly promised he was going to shut up now.

“Why were you arrested?” Mina asked, she liked this Izuchan.

He blushed and Bakugo smirked: “Yeah, Izuchan, why were you arrested?”

“Well, uhm, according to the police someone made a noise complaint about me and then I refused to cooperate during my arrest, but in my defense, it is really hard to cooperate when you have chained yourself to a tree,” Midoriya said.

“Chained… to a tree…?” Jiro repeated.

“Yeah, they were going to cut it down, but a few birds had built a little nest in it, so I couldn't let them do it and I had seen others protesting like that online, but I didn’t keep the key on me, while the police officers thought I did. It was really just a big misunderstanding,” he explained.

Bakugo chimed in: “The tree did stay up.”

“That it did,” Midoriya agreed proudly.

Before the class could question Midoriya again, Aizawa stepped in: “While it’s good to see you all get along, we have a time-limit to outside visitors, which is currently running out.”

Midoriya and Bakugo gave each other sad eyes and – surprising everyone except Midoriya – Bakugo pulled his friend into a big hug and whispered: “Thanks for coming to check up on me, Izuchan.”

“Always, Kacchan,” Midoriya promised and Bakugo knew from experience how much the other meant it.

“Say hi to auntie for me,” he told him.

“Of course, Kacchan. Try to keep your promise.”

“Only if you keep yours, shitty nerd.”

“I will. Bye bye! Nice to meet you, everyone.”

“Bye, Midoriya.”

“Bye, Izuchan!”

Then the kid was lead away by Aizawa, while he kept waving for as long as he could, Bakugo doing the same.

Once he was out of sight, Bakugo grinned: “I can’t believe the idiot still doesn’t know auntie already heard he was arrested, but the blackmail is nice.”

“That’s a bit mean against your friend,” Mina said.

“Do you have any idea how long Izuchan has been building a collection of blackmail against me, raccoon? Do you have any idea how much power he holds in his grubby little hands?” Bakugo shot back, shuddering at the thought.

Kirishima said: “He’s great, I hope we’ll meet him again.”

“Yeah,” Sero agreed, thinking off all the stories Midoriya could tell them.

“Oh, you will, he won’t let just anything stop him,” Bakugo grinned, remembering of all the plans Izuchan still had. All the things the nerd wanted to accomplish. Yeah, this wasn’t the last time they were going to see him, just maybe a first taste.

#RR writing #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bakugo and midoriya #bakugo katsuki #midoriya izuku #bnha midoriya #mha midoriya #mha bakugou #bnha bakugou #class 1 a #mha class 1a #bnha class 1a #aizawa shota #aizawa shouta #kirishima #kirishima eijiro #mina #mina ashido

[seizethecarpe]

Appetite || Dave and Griffin

Timing: Current Summary: Dave is hungry. Griffin knows the feeling. One is definitely coping better than the other with this.  Content: Animal death

His stomach was bloated. Blubber smeared his hands like oil slick, the breast of his shirt bloodied. His whole body trembled with a growing revulsion as he looked at the carcass laid strewn on the rocks, evidence of a messy meal. Seal fur was caught between his teeth. Less control than a starving dog. He swallowed uneasily, turning and wading into the water so that he might wash off the mess and sin. Jesus christ, there was so much blood all over him, covering his clothes like a coat he couldn’t take off. His stomach felt distended, filled like a stuffed chicken, but still, his mind whispered for more. At this point, it was sheer arrogance that kept Dave  in denial, but it suited him to pretend nothing was wrong. For some reason, he lurched towards land the second he saw a figure moving along the beachside hungrily, long before he realised why he was moving. 

 It was thankless work, looking for floaters, but someone had to do it. As far as Griffin saw it, it was a waste of good brains. Someone had to clean up what with the way the White Crest mortality rate went. Or it was a nice, rose-tinted glasses thought to see it that way. Truthfully, he was just hungry. That’s all it was. Death on White Crest’s shoreline wasn’t unheard of and he wasn��t against sifting through wet sand. The zombie could feel it, the way it tugged at his gut like a rope, and he wandered closer to the water. Something was nearby. Something dead. His teeth ground together. How was its head? Focused on the craving, it took him a moment for the rest of his senses to catch up. Such as noticing that he wasn’t alone and Jesus Christ, the guy looked fucking rough. His eyes flitted from the carcass--was that a seal?--on the rock and the guy coming towards him. Water edged close to his feet. There was something familiar about the movement. The zombie unlocked his jaw but didn’t move himself. “You alright there, guy?”

 Dave strode out of the water without pause, uninterested in whatever the man had to say, knowing only that the feeling drawing him towards the man was insistent and pressing. Maybe he’d be able to help whatever the hell was going on. All he knew was that his instincts were as demanding as a current, dragging him forward by his stomach. Perhaps he could even get a sna-

 Dave inhaled and lurched to a stop, six feet away from the man, who did not smell so appealing at all. His stomach twisted at the thought, still ravenous but repulsed at… at what? He hadn’t been considering eating the man. No one sane would do that, it wouldn’t even cross their mind. But this one… this one smelled like week old road kill preserved by a january freeze. In short: he smelled dead. “Don’t know,” Dave replied honestly, when his jaw started working. “Are you?”

 Griffin’s eyes fixed on the other man in a dead stare. The shuffle, the gait. The way the body moved after something it needed. Mix in a hint of restraint, shake in some desperation, strain it over some ice…The zombie’s head tipped back by a slim margin. He didn’t blink. “Don’t know either,” he retorted. He glanced back to the seal on the rock. Not his first choice but little really was. “...You’re hungry.” It wasn’t a question. It had already been answered when the man stopped dead in his tracks before he could make it to Griffin. Dead meat didn’t taste so good. He lazily gestured to what remained of the seal. “That yours?”

 Dave dragged his mind back from the brink of starvation, sick with how full he was and how much more he still wanted to eat. Under the scrutiny of the man, unflinching and hard, Dave began to feel the first creepings of shame. He didn’t want to eat that kid, nor the woman in the lake, nor anyone else, but it was a need deeper than anything he;d ever felt. Even his hunger for revenge had never been so loud. Even now… would it really be so bad to eat a corpse? It’d taste a little bland, but that human flesh would taste so much better than a seal ever would. For some part of him, it’d still be a step too damn far, and the indecision threatened to tear him apart. Dave staggered, saliva dripping from his lips. “Something’s wrong,” Dave admitted, finally. “Never been like this. Never… not like this. I ain’t some beast.”

 Except now, blood stained, clothes torn, with a seal corpse behind him, he wasn’t so sure. His hesitation wavered in his stoic voice. He looked back at the carcass behind him, his body shaking. “Shouldn’t have done that. She had pups.” His first thought was how delicious those would be too.

 Griffin had never seen someone hunger for seal before. It was an interesting choice, to say the least. He wondered why that was. There were easier things to grab. Rats, the neighborhood dog, a raccoon or two. But it wouldn’t be the same. It never was. Even after he got his fill of Homeward Bound, there would always be that...emptiness. The zombie fixed the other man with a calm look as he dug into the pocket of his jacket to grab a handkerchief. Old habits, he thought to himself, before he tossed it over. “Yeah, ‘course you’re not,” he said honestly. “You’re just hungry.” 

 He poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue as he thought, eyes on the seal’s corpse. 

 “Did you…” What was a good way to ask if someone had died? He hadn’t quite learned that one. “What happened to you?”

 Dave Dave caught the handkerchief out of instinct, and looked down at the crumpled material with something approaching shame. It already picked up blood stains from his fingers. He wiped the corners of his mouth, and a fatty strong of blubber smeared into the cloth along with all the blood and spit.

  "I don’t know," Dave admitted hoarsely. I don’t know. I woke up hungry a few days ago, and I keep eating, but it keeps getting worse. Like… like I’ve got some sort of parasite. I'm full, damn near bloated, but I'm still hungry." Ravenous. Ready to eat decaying meat even as it offered him a tissue. Dave could barely fit another thought in his mind other than the crushing command to eat. Like if he didn't, the very thought might consume him surer than a mermaid's bite.

 "You're dead," he stated after a long moment. "I'm not… I'm not going to eat you. I… it's fucked, I want to. I won't." Probably. He took a step back into the water. "We're not… we're not like that."

 “I am, yeah,” Griffin muttered, pale brow creased. “Seems like you’ve still got a pulse. Probably. Did anything...bite you?” He understood having the hangups, even if this man wasn’t...dead. Like him. There was a little confusion brewing in him at that. It took time to break down the mental barriers in place to prevent, or strongly discourage, people from eating one another. Like the whole idea of you could bite through your finger like a carrot if you really wanted to. Griffin wasn’t sure on that one. He and carrots hadn’t seen each other in awhile. He huffed a laugh, an odd sound in the quiet they shared marked by death and famine.

 “Thanks. I’m not gonna eat you either,” he said with a wry smile, then a slight rise and fall of his hand. “It was like this at the start for me too. Just a diner and...more people.” He gestured around him, a fanned out motion, before he glanced down and worked his jaw. “It gets easier,” he said. “The, uh, eating. You don’t think about it as much. It’s always there but it’s not...you always, you know?”

 Dave nodded slowly, as if he was briefly unconvinced by the assertion about his own pulse. At the question about whether he’d been bitten, Dave frowned, looking at the unravelling bandage on his arm that he wasn’t supposed to get wet, that he should have changed earlier in the day. It was increasingly hard to remember he had a body that needed caring for. Right now, he was more hunger than man. “A werewolf. It should make me sick, not anything like this,” Dave said, lowering his arm again, licking his lips as he looked at Griffin again. “Shouldn’t eat people. Shouldn’t eat seals, not like this.”

 “How does it get easier? I’m getting hungrier every day. My stomach’s fit to burst, but it’s like I haven’t eaten in weeks.” Dave insisted still, not realising how intently rude he was. “I’m not like you. The hunger- it’s not supposed to be like this. Not for me. We don’t… We don’t lose control.” He looked at the carcass behind him, entrails bobbing in the waves. They weren’t the signs of someone in control. He shuddered, dropping to his knees on the hard rocks, rubbing his face like he might snap himself out of it “I have to get away from here.”

 Griffin eyed the bandage. He wasn’t an authority on much, if anything at all, but he knew hunger. The death that followed it. It usually started with teeth and it ended, whenever it ended, the same way too. A werewolf. Right. Those were around too. It was becoming apparent that his knowledge of strange and unusual was frustratingly limited. A byproduct of avoidance. He frowned to himself before he echoed what the man said. “A werewolf? How do you know that it’ll just make you sick? I’m not...familiar with ‘em.” The question came from his own curiosity and the strange, sympathetic notion that maybe if the man talked about it, it might help. Wasn’t that what people said? Fuck if he knew what people said. The man seemed really hung up on the seal. “You shouldn’t eat seals like this?”

 “Maybe easier isn’t the right word,” Griffin admitted. “It gets more manageable. It’s all just... meat in the end. That’s all it needs to be.” All it has to be. The zombie held the man with pale eyes, his own pallor sickly and drained. Not the flash fever that this man seemed to be going through. As the man stumbled some, Griffin took a confident step forward and held out a hand. “You haven’t tried to eat me yet so...control.” He lifted and dropped a hand with a shrug. The step made the carrion call in his gut a touch louder. “Whatever this is, it’s different. I’ve never gone for seal before but...” He stopped himself. “There somewhere you can go?”

 Dave turned his head to look at the man looking over him, squinting at the sunlight shining in his eyes. Griffin’d never had a craving for seal, but Dave would bet his home that Griffin had died a human, before. Dave… well, Dave’d never been human. Maybe the werewolf had been a werewolf zombie, it’d explain the strange healing and the surviving being shot to a face. Dave panicked and touched his wrist,k but his heart was still beating loud and strong. For now. “Control. Feel like I’m holding on to that with a thread.”

 “Got my van,” Dave said quietly. Picked up a pebble worn smooth by the Sea. She didn’t do that to folks, she wore wrinkled into their faces and callouses into their skin. The quiet texture grounded him. “Too many towns nearby. Too many humans.” Dave rubbed his face. “Too much temptation. I need to get away away. Maybe on a boat. Ride this out. It shouldn’t work like this.” Because if he waited long enough, right, it had to go away. Washed away like the hard edges of his rock.

 “You’ve still got your mind,” Griffin said as he tapped a finger against his temple. “That’s something. Use both hands to hold onto that one.” A sardonic smile came and went. A funny thing for a zombie to say, he figured. The pull of the dead was strong. Had been ever since he moved closer to the man. A few more steps, water up his shins, and he was on the seal carcass. Crouched beside it and fingers prepped to peel the meat. At the mention of too many humans, Griffin picked his eyes up from the meat and cocked a brow. His tongue pressed against his bottom lip before he nodded in understanding. 

 “No humans here,” Griffin said with a puff of needless breath through his nose. “Haven’t been that for awhile.” The meat was slick in his fingers and when he swallowed it down, there was just a hint of salt. It wasn’t bad but he kept that thought to himself. He almost felt bad for the seal but it was dead now. It couldn’t feel anything. All it had left to do was rot and feed. It might take time for the man to understand that. If what he was going through lasted that long. “Do you think a boat’s a good idea? Where more...seals are?” He wiped the gore against his bent knees. “It’s your call but…” He paused and scrutinized the carcass, then looked at the man again. “This...hunger. It’s, ah, hell. But if you…” He hadn’t done this in awhile. “You’re not like me, we established that, but I get it. This.” A loose gesture was made between the carcass and the man standing. “If you need help...somehow, I don’t fuckin’ know, I’ll try my best.” More dead meat was torn between his teeth. “...That’s all.”

 “Barely,” Dave replied gruffly. “For a while, huh?” It was like the hunger had filled every inch of him, and now with nowhere else to fill, it had begun to squeeze him out like putty through a sieve. If it pushed hard enough, Dave wasn’t sure there’d be much left of him. He frowned as Griffin leant in to eat the carcass too, nearly tearing the zombie away. He wasn’t allowed. But then neither was Dave, and at the very least like this nothing would go to waste. Her body would be used whole, the way it was meant to be. “Out in the open water’s away from most things. Seals included. Better than this, it’s got to be.” Better than calling out a hunter. Better than admitting something was wrong that he couldn’t fix.

 “S’a kind offer. More than I deserve.” Dave grabbed Griffin’s arm sharply, squeezing tightly. There was hunger on his mind, thick as soup. Every second it mattered less that Griffin was less fresh than the carcass on the beach, that he was being kind and fucking understanding. There was a desperation to Dave’s hunger, stuffed full of flesh as he was. Nothing was hitting the spot, not fish nor squid nor seals. He needed to try something new, something better. “I think. One of us oughta go.” Before he tore out Griffin’s throat. His nose wrinkled, he looked back in disgust at the thought of wanting to eat anything, anyone, but mostly at the thought of eating anything so rotten.

 But his stomach gurgled loud of enough for even him to hear. He couldn’t quite get himself to let go. 

 “Yeah,” Griffin said. “A while.” He didn’t want to further elaborate and he was sure that Dave got the gist of it. One nearly empty cup of half-and-half, that’s what he was. He continued eating until the man grabbed his arm and he stopped. The grip was tight, desperate. There was a war happening behind the man’s eyes, the kind that cracked ribs and split flesh. Griffin nodded again. “You go where you have to go,” he said. “Wherever is...comfortable. To figure this out and shit.” And then tell me what that’s like, when you find this Shangri-La, he thought bitterly to himself. Such places didn’t exist. Wouldn’t ever. Not with things the way they were.

 As delicately as he could, Griffin unfurled Dave’s hand from around his bicep and stepped away from the seal carcass. Before he walked away fully, he pocketed his dirtied hands and glanced back. “I’ll see you around. Don’t forget my offer, huh?” Or yourself. The hunger had a way of eating at the self too. With a slim smile and a faint wave, the dead man was gone.

#chatzy #wickedswriting #v plot #griffin #hi lora is an incredible writer and an absolute joy that is all #para

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Bleeding heart (Ch.2)

(So, this came out a bit earlier than I wanted it to, but that's because I'm gonna be extremely busy next week and might not have time to post this otherwise! Once again, I hope you all enjoy!)

The trip to the store was probably the most normal occurrence that had happened that day. As you went through the aisles, dropping things you needed in the cart, your mind filled with thoughts of what might happen when you got back. What if the man was awake and thought you had bad intentions. He could very easily snap you in half like a twig from how he looked. Maybe you should have left him a note. Did he even read and speak the same language as you? You shook your head and dismissed the thought. Things might not be bad at all and you were just overthinking.

You decided it would be best to grab some different kinds of softer foods for the baby as well as a bunch of more filling food to feed the others with. You doubted you needed baby food for the little guy though. He almost bit your finger off when you first interacted with him, but you still wanted to at least opt for something on the softer side. It also seemed proper to at least get some diapers and baby stuff for the kid. You were also a bit low on first aid supplies, so you packed that in the cart as well. You had no idea why you were suddenly about to feed and treat these strangers that basically fell from the sky as your own, but what else could you do? Or better yet, what else could you do that would sit right with your conscience?

After grabbing what you thought you would need, you made your way back home. As sad as you were about your now empty wallet, you hoped it would be worth it and that you wouldn't get ripped to shreds upon opening your front door. You also decided to keep the receipt, just in case they had upped and dissapeared. You bought so much and if they were gone, you wouldn't have any use for most of it.

Once you made it home, you were surprised to find the scarred man standing and peering around your living room. It was clear he had been moving a few things around as well. He quickly noticed you and turned to you with a furious glare. He actually looked ready to attack you, but seemed to stop himself when you flinched and held your hands up. You honestly didn't mean to jump like he was holding you at gunpoint, but he was terrifying to you.

"I promise I don't mean any harm! I just.. you passed out and.. I was trying to help." You didn't know why you sounded guilty, but it might have had something to do with how he was looking at you like he was seconds away from murdering you.

"I went and bought groceries, so.. I'm gonna go and grab those." You were about to slowly make your way to your car to unload what you bought when the man's voice stopped you.

"Where the hell am I!? Where are Kakarot and Raditz!?" The way he nearly hissed those words out made him sound like he was pissed beyond all reason and belief. You could see his tail was a bit fluffed up and thrashing in what was clear irritation and anger.

"W-who?" You didn't know who he was talking about, but you assumed it was one of the other two.

He didn't answer, only glared at you more intensely. If looks could kill, you would already be six feet under and then some. If he had been digging through your living room, but didnt know where the other two were, you assumed he had woke up shortly before you got home.

"If you mean one of the others, then one of them is in that room over there and the other is on the.. couch." Your sentence slowed down as you looked at the couch where you left the baby and found all the food gone along with the baby.

"Um.. he.. was there." You slowly made your way to the kitchen. The baby seemed to have a thing for food, so that was the most likely place. Every step you took seemed to make the man glare harder.

He followed you to the kitchen and lo and behold, the little baby was digging through your pantry, probably attempting to find something he could eat. There were a few cans that were strewn about as well, so he must have tried and failed to gnaw those open. You couldn't look at how the baby was acting without being reminded of a raccoon. The man walked over to the baby, not letting you out of his peripheral for a second, and scooped the kid up. He actually did a short double take at the different foods in your pantry before turning back to glare at you with full force.

"I'm.. gonna go get those groceries now. I'll be right back." The second you got out of eyesight from the man, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

This was such a bad idea. This guy seemed like he would kill you at the slightest ill movement. What only made it worse was the fact that you were too afraid to ask him to leave. You shook your head and began to gather groceries.

Once you had everything inside and put away, you perked back in the living room, where the man was sitting with the now sleeping baby. It was a bit odd to see someone so angry holding something so innocent looking. You also took notice of the little green lens thing that he had over his eye.

"Are.. you hungry." You hated how afraid you were of him and he hadn't even really done anything other than glare.

"I bought groceries, so if you're hungry, I can cook something."

Although his glare was still very present, the squint of his eyes and ever so slight tilt of his head showed his curiosity. If you could really cook, maybe it wouldn't hurt to stick around. He had already checked his scouter, your power level was only about three. You were no real threat to him. It was also clear from Raditz's power level that he was just fine. He wasn't going to trust you yet, but there was no real reason to kill you either.

He stayed silent for a moment, only keeping his glare fixated on you. After sizing you up, he gave a single nod. That nod was all you needed to scurry into the kitchen and gather what you needed to cook a full meal with.

Fortunately, you were a pretty good cook, and from what you had seen so far, it seemed that these people had a soft spot for food. Maybe you could use good cooking to entice this man to let you live at the very least.

You gathered yourself together as best you could and began working on a meal big enough for at least five people. You had no idea how much these people ate, but from what you saw from the baby, it was more than the average person.

This situation was turning out to be a pretty bad scenario from what you could see, but maybe you could work to make it better. Who knows, maybe after they've eaten, they'll wander off to wherever it is they came from. Although, thinking about the whole space pod thing, you thought that might be a bit unlikely. Even so, you just might be able to make this work.

#Bardock #Raditz #Goku #dbz #bleeding heart fic