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crownedghostprince · 10 months

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The Company’s Reaction to Modern Slang Reader

Thorin’s Company and Gender Neutral!Reader.

Fandom: The Hobbit

(Y/N) is a GenZer who fell into the world of Arda, from Tolkien’s books. More specifically, they fell into ‘The Hobbit’ and landed in Bilbo’s backyard. After about a year of learning each other’s languages (Y/N) and Bilbo finally understand each other and have an almost sibling-like bond. Now (Y/N) gets to meet Thorin’s Company one-by-one alongside Bilbo.

Requests: Closed. Requested: no.

Warning(s): None unless you get annoyed by swearing, GenZ slang, ‘90s slang, ‘80s slang or literally any slang from the 20th Century.

Note: Reader knows (and uses) 20th Century and early 2000s slang because of their close relationship to their grandparents, parents and older, Millennial siblings. (And because of older movies and media let’s be real). And yes this is mostly a crack fic, but enjoy anyway!

Btw if you’d like something similar to this, but in a more headcannon style, let me know and I can do quite a few different variations.

Word Count: 3,620

[Third Person Perspective]

(Original picture found on Pinterest, which then led me to a tumblr post from 2012 by ‘Elrond’s Daughter’ <3)

(Y/N) has now been living with Bilbo for a year and finally understands what half the things he says means. From his accent to his lingo, he was almost impossible for (Y/N) to understand. Now if you ask Bilbo, (Y/N) was completely incoherent and said nothing that made sense save “Can I have cookies?” to which he would say “Yes, I’ll join you for tea.” and then they both had tea and cookies.

It took so long for Bilbo to understand (Y/N), so here’s a few past examples of their interactions together before we continue with the story:

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“Can I have some giggle water?” (Y/N) asked randomly one evening.

“Sorry, what?”

“Christ, Bilbo, I’m 18, I’m old enough to drink.”

“I-I’m sorry I understand you’re 18 and old enough to drink alcohol, but what was it you were asking for?”

“Alcohol! Or wine! Y’know! Giggle water! That’s what my Granny always called it.” (Y/N) defends, crossing their arms and staring Bilbo down as he pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs.

“Yes, yes, sorry...you can have...that.”

“Hell yeah! Rock on! Thanks, man!”

And of course, the more frustrating side of conversing with (Y/N): “Whoa, man, you mean never leave the Shire as in...never? Like you’ve never once wanted to leave?” (Y/N) questioned Bilbo one day whilst they were both relaxing and ‘vibing’ in Bilbo’s garden as he had a smoke.

“Well, as a kid I admit I was a bit adventurous and...well I wanted to see the world and the Elves that lived in the trees. But now, I’m much more grown up and far more mature than that to just go off adventuring.” He explained, clearing his throat and continuing to make smoke rings in the air.

“Close the shades!” (Y/N) gasped, startling Bilbo as he suddenly worried about his ‘shades’ which he has come to know means curtains. “No cap?? Did you say...Elves!?”

“Oh! Uhm, yes I did, I did say that. Yes, there are Elves that live in Middle Earth, but they’re a long way past Bree. Uhm, but what about my cap?” He gestured to the East where the town of Bree sits, before turning back to (Y/N) in confusion. What did his hat, or cap, have to do with this?

“Damn, bro, that’s lit! I’ve always wanted to see Elves! Same as Dwarves! They’re so cool! I’d love to chill with them and just hear their stories, y’know? I think that’d be so cool! They probably have such cool stories as they live longer than others.” (Y/N) leaned back and looked up at the sky with a smile and glisten in their eyes.

“Well, yes it would be quite, uhm, ‘cool’, but it’s much more relaxing to just enjoy the comforts of home.” Bilbo, cleared his throat and went back to his smoke. It was a beautiful afternoon. The sun was just slightly warm, not too hot, and the breeze would change between cool or warm every few minutes. It was very relaxing to also see all the hobbits just going about their days alongside their...

“Ankle biters!” (Y/N) suddenly exclaimed, jumping up from their seat to chase a couple of young prankster children from their home. Bilbo - greatly startled and concerned - jumped up as well and watched as (Y/N) chased the little kids back down the road as the children yelled with laughter, tossing away the sticks they previously held to hit the fence with.

Bilbo was used to this now as the kids found it fun to tease their neighbours, but what he wasn’t used to was this new term, ‘ankle biter’? He sighed and shook his head, sitting back down, waiting for (Y/N) to return so he could ask what that was supposed to mean. A few minutes later (Y/N) arrived with a big grin on their face and hair completely disheveled.

“Uhm, what does ‘ankle biter’ mean? Is that an insult or an exclamation?” Bilbo asked as soon as they sat back down and got comfortable.

“Oh, it’s just what we sometimes refer to children as. Y’know, because they can reach your ankles and bite you from an early age.” They explained nonchalantly with a shrug.

“Hm. When did children start biting people’s ankles? I’ve never heard of that occurring until now.” His eyebrows furrowed as he thought as far back as he could, but he couldn’t think of one time that had happened.

“I haven’t a Scooby-Doo, mate, but it’s happened a lot where I’m from, trust me bro.” (Y/N) stretched, crossing their legs and getting extra comfy in their seat. Bilbo just sighed.

♡ ~~~~~~ ♡

Now with the past interactions summarized, we can move to the present where Bilbo and (Y/N) finally understand each other perfectly. And Bilbo is rambling to (Y/N) about his funny visit with Gandalf the Grey.

“Damn, I’m literally so jelly! That’s so groovy! Did he have like a pointy hat and a beard and a staff? Ohh that’d be pretty badass actually!”

“Yes, yes, he had the point grey hat and a grey beard and a nice staff. I swear, he was quite threatening actually, I almost felt the need to invite him inside for tea to not get on his bad side, but then he started to talk of adventures and what not.” Bilbo huffed, putting his hands on his hips.

“Adventures??? And you said ‘no’ like a chicken, ey?” They crossed their arms with a pout.

“I did not, I just...wasn’t too keen on getting killed by an orc or something out there.” He shuffled from foot to foot a bit nervous, “I did not chicken out.”

“Sure, pal and I’m a magic fairy with glittery wings.”

“If you keep that up I’ll...uhm...”

“You’ll what? Not offer me any tea?”

“Or! Or any cookies!” Bilbo crossed his arms and smirked quite proud of himself as (Y/N) began to panic.

“No cookies!? Fuck man, goddamn I’ll die without them! My fucking lifeline how could you?! I’m gonna fucking kill myself, Jesus Christ that’s so rude of you!” (Y/N) complained and scorned, but Bilbo just ignored it as he started making himself dinner, completely unconcerned by (Y/N)’s dramatic nature. “You’re cruisin’ for a bruisin’, bruh, I can promise you that!”

Bilbo continued to ignore (Y/N) and make them fish for dinner, even humming to himself a bit to rub it in more. They just scoffed and stormed off to their room to pout for a few minutes before coming back for the food. “Well, dinner’s ready. Eat up and enjoy.” Bilbo smugly smiled, knowing food win’s them over anytime.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s no McDonald’s but thanks.” They huff, pouring the lemon over their nice crispy fish. Just as they were ready to dig-in and take a bite the doorbell rang. “Ah, for fuck’s sake, are you for real? Guests at this hour? Lame.” They huffed, standing up with an equally mildly annoyed Bilbo. They duo marched up to the door and swung it open to see a decently sized man with tattoos on his bald head and a pretty decent beard. He turned around slowly and introduced himself with a slight bow.

“Dwalin. At your service.”

“Uhm, Bilbo Baggins and (Y/N) (L/N)...at yours.” Bilbo gave a very slight bow back. Dwalin then walked in without an invitation leaving the duo even more upset. “Uhm, do we know each other?” He quickly asked Dwalin.

“No?” Dwalin answered confidently but also slightly confused. It was as if the answer was obvious and he barged in anyway. “Which way, lasso and laddie? Is it down here?”

“Is-is what down where?” Bilbo quickly jumped in, leaving (Y/N) to shut the door.

“Supper! He said there’d be food - and lot’s of it.” Dwalin answered, tossing his coat to Bilbo before looking around the house a bit. He had a powerful and demanding voice.

“He’s got some moxie ((courage - 1940s)), doesn’t he?” (Y/N) chuckled quietly, admiring the man’s confidence. “I’m still not happy about guests, we’re gonna kick him to the curb though, right?”

“(Y/N) you know we have to be polite to our guests. We’ll give him a meal, some tea and maybe then he’ll just quietly leave. I’m not one to be rude to someone, especially a dwarf. It’s rare enough a dwarf is around these parts.” He hung the coat up with their help and gave the dwarf ‘Dwalin’ some food...Bilbo’s food. Bilbo sat at another seat nearby and watched (Y/N) and Dwalin eat their food, (Y/N) still suspicious of their new guest.

“Y’know, most people ask before suddenly rocking up to someone else’s place.” (Y/N) suddenly spoke after a minute of silence.

“Rocking up? I haven’t any rocks with me.” Dwalin furrowed his eyebrows and spoke, mouth full of fish. “But, very good this. Anymore?” He changed the subject, glancing at Bilbo before taking another bite of food.

“What? Oh! Yes, yes uhm...oh!” Bilbo stood up and grabbed the plate of bread rolls, nicking one for himself and tucking it away in his robes before setting it down for Dwalin. Dwalin quickly took a roll from the plate and continued to enjoy his food as Bilbo spoke again. “Help yourself...it’s just that uhm...I wasn’t expecting..company.” He explained before the doorbell rang again.

“Oh, for crying out loud! Another?” (Y/N) quickly exclaimed, standing up and looking to the front door.

“That’ll be the door.” Dwalin glanced irritatedly at Bilbo.

“Yeah no shit Sherlock.” They stormed over to the door with Bilbo quick to join them. Dwalin sat confused on who ‘Sherlock’ was supposed to be. Did he not introduce himself? They took a deep breath in and swung the door open, Bilbo just behind them.

“Balin. At your service.” An older, shorter man in his later years with white hair and a beard bowed, both arms out in a friendly greeting. He had a gentle smile on his face and seemed much nicer than the previous knucklehead.

“Good evening.” Bilbo nodded, shock on his face at a second dwarf.

“Are you in cahoots with that other guy that just arrived?” (Y/N) asked the older man a bit skeptically, an eyebrow raised as he met their gaze.

“Uhm, well, yes, yes it is! Though, I think it might rain later. Hm? I’m sorry, lasso I don’t quite know what you mean...am I late?” He asked walking in, perfectly matching Bilbo’s height.

“Late? Nah, man you’re chill. You can stick around if ya want.” (Y/N) replied with a smile. ‘Maybe he’ll give the other guy a good talking to.’ They thought, shutting the door behind the nice man as he shook his head and chuckled, walking over to Dwalin.

“Evening, brother.” Balin greeted Dwalin. ‘Ah, shit I might’ve just worsened things.’ (Y/N) winced. They watched the two dwarves greet each other with a quite painful head slam that made both Bilbo and (Y/N) grimace. The two dwarves remained unfazed, however and began to investigate Bilbo’s pantry for food and wine as their host started on a rant about not knowing the two of them or being comfortable with them being here. They didn’t seem to be listening, (Y/N) watched in interest as Bilbo continued anyway and finished.

“I’m sorry.” He stated, holding his hands up for a second and then putting them down. He cleared his throat and kept eye contact with the older men for a few seconds until Balin spoke up.

“Apology accepted.” Then they went back to the drinks they were having and Bilbo looked to (Y/N) dumbfounded. But they just did the typical sibling move and silently laughed at Bilbo, sliding to the floor with their arms clutching their stomach, quietly wheezing and dying. Until the doorbell rang again. Bilbo walked past (Y/N) as they slowly composed themselves and stood up. He opened the door, unexcited about who he’ll meet next.

“Hm.” He shuffled nervously as (Y/N) joined his side confused about his whimper of surprise and worry. Then they saw them.

“Fili.” A blond dwarf just slightly shorter than (Y/N) introduced himself.

“And Kili.” A brunet ((male spelling of brunette)) dwarf the same height as the blond then introduced himself, looking slightly more nervous.

“At your service.” They both finished with a bow and a smile.

“Oh, two dishes ((1940s for an attractive person)).” (Y/N) quietly muttered only loud enough for Bilbo to hear, obviously in shock at the two stunningly gorgeous men. Bilbo slightly elbowed them.

“You must be Mister Boggins!” Kili confidently exclaimed. (Y/N) snickered as Bilbo tried to shut the door on their faces.

“Nope! You can’t come in, you’ve come to the wrong house!” Kili easily stopped the door from being shut and pushed it back open, surprising the duo with his hidden strength which he seemed unfazed by.

“What!? Has it been canceled?” He asked, looking to Fili who seems to be the oldest of the two being more calm and confident.

“No one told us.” Fili added, coming to Kili’s side.

“What? No, nothing’s been cancelled.” Bilbo answered with surprise, about to add ‘nothing was planned’ but he was interrupted by the two dwarves coming in.

“Well that’s a relief.” Kili grinned and waltzed right in. Fili then followed in a second later, pulling his weapons off his back.

“Y’all are the cat’s meow, aren’t’cha?” (Y/N) grinned, instantly crushing on the two gentlemen. They were quite obviously no longer upset about their interrupted meal times and who could blame them? “So cash or check?” ((1920s slang for ‘a kiss now or later?’)) Kili stopped admiring the house for a second and looked to them with confusion.

“Sorry what about a cat and meow?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

“What’s a cash and check?” Fili asked from nearby.

“Uhm, nevermind, ‘sup I’m (Y/N).” They greeted, clearing their throat and avoiding eye-contact.

“It’s lovely to meet you, (Y/N). This is a nice place you two have got. Did you do it yourselves?” Kili then asked as Fili started to unload his mass collection of weapons onto poor Bilbo.

“Uh, no, it’s been in the family for years...” Bilbo tried to explain as Kili then started wiping his boots on a box, “...That’s my mother’s glory box, could you please not do that?”

“Lol.” (Y/N) stepped back chuckling.

“Fili! Kili!” Dwalin’s voice suddenly rang out as he entered the entryway and dragged Kili with him, “Come on! Give us a hand!”

“Mister Dwalin!” Kili grinned excited to see a familiar face.

“Let’s shove this into the hallway, otherwise we’ll never get everyone in.” Balin told them, gesturing to furniture in the dining room.

“Wha? Everyone!? How many more of you are there?” Bilbo asked annoyedly.

“Whoa, Bilbo, don’t snap your cap. ((to get angry - 1940s))” (Y/N) stepped over and took the weapons off Bilbo, gently setting the recently sharpened swords and daggers in a safe corner of the room, having no proper spot set up for them.

“I’m calm...totally, completely calm.” Bilbo reassured (Y/N) as they took the last of the weapons off him and set them down. “I’m a good host and I’m not at all upset about their being here.” He fixed up his clothing and cleared his throat - clearly upset.

“Yeah right. That wasn’t a lie at all.” They rolled their eyes and watched as the dwarves started moving stuff out of the dining room to make space. Then the doorbell rang again and Bilbo went off his rocket.

“Oh, no! No! No, there’s nobody home!!!” Bilbo started yelling as he approached the door, fully ignored by the busy dwarves. “Go away and bother somebody else!! There’s far too many dwarves in my dining room as is! I-If this is some...clothead’s idea of a joke!! HAHA!” Bilbo rambled, slowly losing his mind as (Y/N) began to help the dwarves with what they could. “It! Is in very...poor taste!” He finished, opening the door and stepping back in surprise as a bunch of dwarves fell onto the floor, one on top of the other.

The dwarves complained and groaned, upset at each other. Gandalf made his presence known to the hobbit, appearing in the doorway a moment later to Bilbo’s dismay, (Y/N) finally joining them to see the newest guests.

“Holy mackerel this is gonna be a long, busy night.” They sighed.

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As the night went on the dwarves and wizard continued to be confused by (Y/N)’s slang and Bilbo would have to explain it - within reason of course, he wasn’t about to explain what ‘dreamboat’ meant. “No need to apologize, Ori!” (Y/N) reassured the younger dwarf when he accidentally bumped into them, “you’re the bee’s knees!”

“I’m the what?” Ori tilted his head like the cute cinnamon roll he was.

“Does anyone understand this lasso?” Oin - who was beside them - asked at the loudest possible volume.

“They’re a bit eccentric, but they’re alright.” Bofur answered with a laugh.

“If you’ve got beef, mate, we can tango.” They snickered and took a sip of their wine.

“What did you say? I can’t hear you over the sound of me being better than you.” Oin snorted sending the whole room into a fit of laughter.

“Yeah okay, nitwit.” (Y/N) poked their tongue out before immediately joining them in laughter with a cheeky grin on their face. Bilbo got up after everyone was finished with food and moving around, following them like a helicopter parent. And soon Bilbo grew tired of it all and started to quietly curse them out until Gandalf intervened. “My dear, Bilbo, what on earth is the matter?”

“What’s the matter??” Bilbo repeated incredulously. He proceeded to rant and ramble about the mess and chaos the dwarves have caused in his house, walking around and gesturing to everything along the way as they weaved between a couple dwarves who moved about. (Y/N) joined them in the hallway still laughing from a previous joke the dwarves shared, obviously enjoying their company and having the time of their life.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” Ori then shyly walked over with his plate in a very polite manner, “but what should I do with my plate?”

“Here, give it to me, Ori.” Fili came up beside him and took the plate from his hands before tossing it in the direction of the kitchen where Kili only just appeared from. Kili quickly caught the plate and tossed it into the kitchen to be cleaned up. This set Bilbo off into panictm mode and he started waving his hands around trying to stop them as a couple more dishes were tossed to Fili from the dining room.

Fili caught them, even doing a couple tricks in the process, before he quickly tossed them over to Kili who did some tricks of his own; all the while they ignored Bilbo’s unnecessary concerns. The way they were doing it was almost like a beat and had some rhythm to it. (Y/N) found themselves bobbing along on their heels as the other dwarves followed the beat with their cutlery.

“Can you please not do that?” Bilbo then turned his attention to the dining room. “You’ll blunt them!”

“Oooh, you hear that folks? He says we’ll blunt the knives.” Bofur snickers as they continue to do their little dancey-dance.

“Blunt the knives and bend the forks!” Kili starts to sing from outside the kitchen door.

“Smash the bottles and burn the corks!” Fili sings along, catching a bowl with his shoulder and bouncing it over to the other shoulder before tossing it to Kili.

“Chip the glasses and crack the platess~!!” The other dwarves start to join in. “That’s what Bilbo Baggins HATES!” They laugh and sing, starting up some music as they danced and did the dishes in a dangerous, but fun, way.

“Damn! Ring-a-ding-ding!!! ((to show having fun during a party - 1930s))” (Y/N) excitedly laughed to Bilbo; he clearly didn’t share their enthusiasm as the dwarves continued to clean-up and sing and dance, big smiles on their faces and joy in the air.

Eventually though, the fun came to an end as the song wrapped up and everyone finished with a loud “THAT’S WHAT BILBO BAGGINS HATES!” and lots of cheering - especially from (Y/N). As everyone laughed and cheered they almost missed some knocking at the door. Everyone went silent and turned their attention to the front door.

“He’s here.” Gandalf got up from his spot and walked over to the front door with Bilbo and everyone else not far behind. The door slowly opened to a decently tall dwarf with raven hair and very stylish clothing.

“Gandalf.” He huffed. He looked more tired than Bilbo. “I thought you said this place would be easy to find. I lost my way...twice.” He came inside, taking his coat off and glaring at Gandalf.

“Oh shit, another dreamboat.” (Y/N) gaped. Thorin raised an eyebrow to them and then to Gandalf, as if demanding an explanation.

“Uhm.” Gandalf cleared his throat clearly not understanding the comment either, but not wanting to admit it. “Well, let’s start with the introductions shall we?”

“Damn everyone out here has some serious rizz.” (Y/N) muttered and took a swig of their drink, quite ready for the much needed introductions. Bilbo and Gandalf mentally prepared themselves for the long night ahead in dealing with a bunch of stubborn, reckless dwarves and a weirdo from another world.

(The End~ <3)

#the hobbit #jrr tolkien #thorin's company #gen z reader #mostly just a crack fic #i got bored and blessed you all with this #you're welcome #no no don't thank me

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perpetualproductions · 1 month

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About my "Never Be The Same" (NBTS) Limoreau fic:

Just realized I've been mentioning it but did really go into what it's about/the basic idea of it. I've been writing this fic since January when a friend convinced me I should write it. It's the Limoreau/Gen V fic I wanted to read, and I had never really written a fic (that I planned on posting) before, which is why I've been holding on to it/working for a while now. I want it to actually be good. Or at least consumable, lol.

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So yeah, basically, it's a cannon divergence from the finale of the first season (no white room), basically picks up a couple of days after the events of the finale. I wanted to write a fic about what it would be like if they had a chance at a "normal" life. Or as normal as it can be. Vought still exists and they're still a bunch of bastards, but Jordan and Marie's goals are no longer aligned with wanting to be in The Seven. Emma has a chance to do things how she wants to (none of the bullshit with her mom and Vought). And Andre also has an interesting arc going on imo.

It's gonna be a long, multi chapter fic. There will be time skips. Basically working our way through their lives, with a special focus on Marie and Jordan and how their relationship unfolds as they grow up and find their places in the world, growing into their own people and all that jazz. There will be angst!!! So much that I start out with a lot of soft fluff shit, lol. But by chapter 6 / 7 angst starts coming in full force. Which is fun for me, but yeah. There will be tears, I apologize.

So yeah, we're (Jordan and Marie) will go through some shit, but don't worry, eventually things even out and we get to see how they are together as proper adults with, like, fully developed brains and maybe some therapy skills. We love that for them.

Emma's gonna be fine. Doing great actually. She deserves it.

And I don't want to give too much away about Andre quite yet. Gonna have to wait and see for that.

(Vought being a bastard is a big theme in the first saga [for lack of a better term], but we deal with that too, trust.)

(right place, wrong time, is also an overarching theme for the lovely couple.)

That's about as much as I can say to sell you on reading this fic, lol. I've just been working really hard on it and I've had a lot of support and help from a good friend ( @paperdoll201 , love you 💜) along the way. And according to them it's a good read so far, which is great to know. So yeah, like I said before I'm gonna start releasing chapters after I reach a certain checkpoint in the story (when the angst hits hard), which is basically already done with. (like a chapter or two left to write).

So I think I can say with certainty that I'll start releasing chapters sometime next month. So I hope it's worth the wait and the hype I'm giving it, lol. Even if it's not, I hope at least someone enjoys the read. This ship has me by the neck, I'm only doing what the dreams are telling me to do.

(there's also a playlist attached that I'm working on organizing so you can get those vibes . Lol.)

Keep writing. Keep reading.

Much love. 😎👍❤️

-PB

[P.s. check out my Masterlist for all the fic stuff I've made/ am currently working on]

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melodythebunny · 10 months

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New neighbors Au - Wordgirl x Welcome home chapter 3

Somewhere in a darkened room, a figure sat. They placed down their phone. Eyes from the darkness stared silently watching. They stared back.

"….Beautiful Dreamer, wake unto me, Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee…"

…..

"Ah..ah-CHOO!"

Blu woke up, she felt something tickling her nose. Rubbing her eyes. She remembered feeling drawn to the TV, she could faintly hear out Becky's voice. It Sounded worried. And the rest was blank. Well aside from hearing someone sing. She sat up.

Looking around she realized she was in a field of flowers. Purples, blue's reds and pretty much every color of the rainbow. looking around some more, the 8 year old spotted her siblings laying down nearby. "Becky?" She calls out. "Chase?" She stood up walking closer to them. Their eyes slowly opened, as they woke up.

She instantly noticed something was off about her siblings.

"Becky…you're red!" She gasps. "And chase you're…really blue…"

Her siblings looked down at themselves. A confused expression was on their face. Chase looked at Blu. "Blu…you're purple.." he points out. Becky looks at her as well.

Her eyes widened, staring down at her hands. They were purple… She was also very much missing two fingers, one from each hand. "Whoa…"

She then remembered squeaky was in her pocket. She tried looking for the mouse. "Squeaky?"

Becky and Chase looked around for Bob, noticing they didn't spot him as well.

The kids heard two low groans. They walked closer seeing a white mouse looking puppet and a monkey looking one.

"Squeaky's head hurt…" the mouse said, still groaning in pain. The monkey puppet sat up and stared at the Boxleitner kids. "Becky..chase…Blu?" He said. He couldn't believe his eyes.

Nor could they for the matter. Blu was the first one to snap out of shock. She smiled widely.this dream was strange…but she liked how almost everyone was in it. It was just so silly!

"Squeaky!" Blu ran up to the fiend and hugged him. He let out a startled squeak as the girl practically tackled him. "Pinkie let go of squeaky" he said with his shrill voice. "No!" Blu said.

Meanwhile, Becky and Chase have a look of concern on their faces. "How did we get here…?"

Bob shrugged looking around. "I honestly don't remember?" They just remembered being at home and then the rest was blank. Sitting in this field was peaceful. The breeze was comforting but they knew they had to get back home….wherever home was at this point.

However the small group didn't have time to ponder on that as they saw a red figure walking nearby them. As it got closer it seemed to be a bird…?

Yeah a big red bird. Sorta reminded them of something from Sesame street….

As the bird got near, it began noticing them. A look of shock crossed its face.

"Oh dear," The bird asked. "Are you kids lost?"

"I hate to say this…" Chase said to Becky. "But I don't think we're in Fair city anymore"

@ninjastormhawkkat @liloskull343 @blueweirdness @lartmacabre @dualnaturedscientist

#my art #wordgirl au #wordgirl #wordgirl next gen #blu #becky #Chase #squeaky #bob/captain huggy face #Welcome home #Crossover au #My fic #wordgirl oc #Wordgirl OCS #poppy partridge #New neighbors au

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c00kie-d0e · 1 year

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HEADCANONS and stuff FOR MY SAUCVAU

(Self Aware Uncanny Valley AU)

This is an AU where all the game characters (John, You, Maison) become self aware.

You is my OC because idk what You looks like in the game lol

I made this so I can organize my thoughts and plan things like fanfics, animatics and stuff hehe

This gets updated a lot bc I change my mind frequently lmao I don't really take this seriously it's just a funny thing I made for one of my fave games!

maybe in this Canon Divergence AU whatever shit, John is aware of their fan base and that's why they work so hard to get to You in the game. because You is like the bridge between his world and his fans world.

does Doe really love You? or is she in love with the physical real beings controlling You that makes him feel less alone (the players)

I feel like they'll have a platonic friendship outside of the game, because Doe is more interested in The Player themself. I also wanna see what John's personality is like aside from being in love

Relationships:

Doe must want to get out of his "reality": people think she is a common pest, and his house is so messed up bc he probably has no one looking after them :( Maybe they want a way to escape her reality and thats why they r so in love with the Players???

You is just a placeholder character for the Player, and they can be mind controlled. Aside from that, they have their own personality, their own life, and dreams. You will go by they/she ig or any pronouns tbh bc they r supposed to be a stand-in for anyone playing the game

You has this barbie aesthetic and blue theme to complement Doe's emo aesthetic and red theme because THAT'S SO FUCKING FUN TO DRAW EEEEEEEEEEEEEK

MAISON GETS TAZED BY YOU'S MF GLITTER Y2K AESTHETIC SELF DEFENSE TAZER LOL

Maison survives tho, and whenever You and Maison see each other in public, they glare at each other like mean girls

You and Doe prob paint each other's nails while talking about how to break the 4th wall. Doe blabbering on about their crush on the Player while You gets an existential crisis

maybe in the YES ending, You is actually the one controlling your actions, gaining sentience for the first time, and fuckin around saying random shit to freak you out lol

The timeloops in this AU are controlled by the Player. they happen everytime you start a new game. because that's really what happens: You is put in the same situation every single day because we keep replaying the game!!

maybe the reason this game looks like it takes place in the 2000s (You's phone) is because it's forever stuck in a timeloop even though our world is advancing

Since Purple RPG exists in the John Doe universe, and we play as randall (I think idk I haven't played the game yet), does that mean there are multiple people The Player can control? As in... Multiple "You"s? Then who is the person we are playing as in John Doe and House Hunted? Dundundunnnn

While Doe and You plan to escape, Maison can't because his true body is bound to Uncanny Valley (he is literally a house) so he tries to get the Player to come to him instead

Doe can definitely tell the difference between You and The Player controlling You. You is way more impulsive, clever and joking, while The Player controlling You acts more robotic in their body language and has limited responses, usually "YES" or "NO"

John Doe will still be clingy, because she never really had a friend before, not counting the eyebirds he feeds

Their friendship dynamic might be "Idiot & Idiot in Progress", "I'm Gonna do Evil & Don't Forget your Knife" or maybe even "I Love Him, He's Different & BITCH NO YOU DON'T"

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hwanghyunjinenthusiast · 8 months

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Thanks for the tag, Mika <3 (@toruro)

Writing game~

doing this bc writers should always have the chance to appreciate themselves & there's nothing more fun than taking a lil time to look back at and be proud of ur work -3- post three of ur favorite lines/parts of ur published works and three of ur favorite lines/parts of any of ur wips!

Posted fics:

WIPs:

Tagging without pressure: @cbini @hyungszn @seungminheart @miraclewoozi @husbandhoshi

#tumblr typically starts fucking up when i tag more than 5 people #anyone who'd like to is more than welcome to as always /gen #sorry for the long hyunjin and josh quotes but those are two of my favourite fics lol #very excited about those particular wips that i quoted >:) see you all on monday (hopefully kjhggghk)#mika <3 #tag game

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I saw your rb of a Wayne Gretzky post & was like Chaeryeong? RYUJIN?? what's happening!

Since my main hobbies rn are reading fic & hanging out in the hockey & kpop fandoms, I feel a little "where have you been all my life" about it. A cameo-filled hockey au fic sounds like a literal dream!

Anyway, I'm here now. Hotly anticipating 😌

omg. welcome to my brainrot lmao it's been consuming me for months at this point

i couldn't tell from your ask, so i just wanted to make sure you knew that the first two chapters (the joint prologue) are actually already posted here! if you're the kind of hockey fan who loves to rosterbate ch. 1 is going to be a great time for you

(...doing hockey roster construction with kpop groups/companies is STUPID fun i wish there was a website like capfriendly that would let me do it on the computer instead of by hand lmao)

unfortunately i won't be updating with ch.3 until at least the second week of february, but after that i'm really hoping i get a semi-regular posting schedule going! :)

EDIT: i just peeped your blog and you're a check please fan omg. i haven't read check please in years, what an all time great piece of hockey media. i will always be a little in love with shitty

#i sort of decided this fic was going to double as an advertisement for hockey to the kpoppies unfamiliar #so i'm probably gonna have like #every niche rare event that can happen in a hockey game #happen at some point in the fictional season #just bc hockey is so cool and the best and should be loved #and the main team the fic follows is the jyp fam but most of the 3rd/4th gen ggs make an appearance at some point in the fic #some more often than others #also i'm a caps fan and well. it might be the start of some dark years for my boys #so i need this fic to bring me hockey joy while i begin to hockey mourn irl lol #(UNLESS?? THE CAPS SURPRISE EVERYONE??)#(they won't)#(...unless...)#ANYWAY WELCOME!!!#:)#glad i'm not the only one with this unlikely but highly specific set of interests lmao #asks #the999thstar ask #hockey au #wheel snipe celly

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Najma's Night Raven Adventures

Synopsis: Najma Viper has come to night raven college to give a gift back to her brother and meets the octaniville dorm and a bunch of other people on her journey. Octaniville shenanigans for now as well as first-year trio not knowing how to socialize with girls ( not in a creepy way but the "boys will be boys" way)

( A/N: Najma wants to drop off a gift and gets dragged into Octaniville BS , and I also got inspiration from Leona’s chapter about Cheka’s visit in the TWST Anthology. This is beta in terms of grammar b/c I am a broke college student at the end of the day)

The traffic through the magic mirror navigation system has caused a major delay for the main routes around Twisted Wonderland. With many angry passengers in tow, grumbling about the delay in transit. The wait through the magic mirror is over and Najma must get to night raven through the bullet train system to drop off a gift for her brother. Not to mention it’s a surprise as well so it’s especially important to get in and get out as quickly as possible

She finds it tiring but she has to go through it, she had to drop something off for her brother of course since her parents are so busy, and she thought it would be nice to travel outside the sands for a bit, and truth be told she does miss her brother quite a bit. Although she would rather drink prune juice than admit that out loud.

Najma is currently sitting the bullet train (The system that can take you from the sands to the saftlands in an hour through the feats of magic), went through a tiring train ride and went through a nice conversation with a beast woman around her age about the latest bands and things that are in right now, she had arrived at night raven college with sore legs and looking like she had just woke up from a 3-day flight.

She hasn’t been to Night Raven before by herself so she had to navigate her way around the campus somehow. She went with her parents on family night, but they only stayed for a short while. The only things she knows about night raven are that it is very prestigious and the shopkeeper was cute ( at least that’s what the older girls say back home and she hopes they sell spicy candy) but she needs to stay focused so she can go back home quick.

She tried to locate a guide or at least a passerby, but they rather looked way too hostile or cannot help. She figures it’s best to ask around the courtyard since there wouldn't be any harm done and some of the students are there on break. She asked a student with heart-shaped face paint, who goes by Ace Trappola ( Jamil talks about the Basketball club with Najma sometimes so she knows some of the faces she encounters) trying to kick flip off the wall and failing miserably about the directions to the Scarabia Dorm.

She was able to book a guest pass earlier through her parents (specifically through their jobs at the house of Al-Asim) and was given specific instructions on the Guest card on how to use any of the magic mirrors, specifically for non-magic users which were to write out a scripture on the intended mirror you want to go to.

The problem is she didn't know which dorm has which mirror and so she has to ask another question the orange-haired boy. He also seemed to be the least intimidating to ask as well.

“Umm…. Take a right this way, go up the third staircase, go find a hall of mirrors, find the third mirror, and then you should be set to find the Scarabia Dorm”

“ Thanks” she replied with Gratitude, relieved that it was easier than she thought, considering she thought.

Once she leaves, Ace’s friend with the spade face paint and blue hair says

“ It’s the second mirror you moron, third’s one for the Octaniville dorm”

“ How was I supposed to know that” He replied angrily “ I'm not on Riddle’s delivery duties to know which mirrors have which dorms” He shouted

“ How do you travel to other dorms then not knowing which is which” Deuce replied shocked and angry.

“Who was the cute girl walking by earlier, I wanted to go talk to her ” Epel stated, just arriving to the first year heartslaybul shenanigans

“ That's Jamil’s sister, I saw her with Jamil at the family orientation with my family.” Jack replied, just coming back from Psys Ed.

“ I take back everything I said” Epel sighed, realizing he almost got murdered if the wrong person had heard.

By the time they kept arguing, Najma had already ascended the staircase and gone inside the hall of mirrors. By the time she reached there, she had written the scripture in the third mirror and proceeded to head into the dorm she perceived as Scarabia.

When she heard her brother describe the Scarabia Dorm, he described the sand and the sun flowing constantly, birds flying across the walls and the sky, and the hot sun basking on everyone. Silk fabrics draped everywhere inside all the rooms. The students in black red and decked out in the finest jewelry due to the Kalim donation.

She didn't expect a diner-style situation with customers in school uniforms, ordering drinks from men in suits. Piano music playing in the corner, maybe even the occasional violin. The lighting is reminiscent of the Michelin star restaurants that serve very expensive food in small amounts she had seen on television. The room was also very cold with aquatic accents and various dishes and drinks splayed out on tables.

She tried to compose herself and thought

“ Is this a dorm or a restaurant?, Am I even in the right college?” she contemplates

Nonetheless, she has to get out of this mess somehow and doesn't want to be here any longer than she has to. There are no visible exits in sight, so she decides to ask around for the owner of the place, which is called Montsro Lounge according to the locals. The local's main responses are that the owner takes reservations to talk to him or you can try talking to one of the eels, who mainly look like mod bosses more than anything.

She assumed they are at least the resturant owner’s bodyguards, but they do not look like adutls. At least the same age as her brother, she notices Floyd through his association with the Basketball club, he doesn't talk about him much, as he describes him as a weirdo at times with glowing eyes and a stalky frame that can even scare even the meanest of people away.

To catch the attention of her brother's teammate, she tries to tag him down to ask questions. Meanwhile, half of the customers thought she was going to be seafood or at the very least fish brine. Then again, this is the same girl who would parkour off of large-scale buildings for fun with her friends, much to the dismay of her parents' many lectures about her breaking her legs.

“ Excuse me do you know the way to the Scarabia Dorm ?” She asked, not sure how things would go, with an edge in her voice.

#twst azul #twst jamil #jamil viper #najma viper #azul ashengrotto #twst fanfic #twised wonderland #disney twst #twst wonderland #twst #anime #gaming #twisted wonderland #twst gen fic #criticism is welcome #jade leech #Floyd leech #all boys school does not know how to talk to women

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laminy · 1 year

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Before they go home to Richmond, Jan has to make sure that Dani gets his tulip.

Takes place during 3x06, Sunflowers.

#gen #but hey if you want to read it as romantic you are more than welcome to #jan maas #dani rojas #ted lasso #ted lasso fic

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shieth · 1 year

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Wow I love Wally/Eddie...

<<< uses Wally as a self insert

#welcome home #welcome home arg #wally darling #eddie dear #eddie/wally #wally/eddie #kk.radio #I like my men big and stupid and I am just an offputting little guy #if someone makes a fic for wally/eddie i will draw it /gen

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nanamimizz · 9 months

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guys i promise im up i just cant post im sorry

#lamb.talks #im making a balloon garland and now that i have this knowledge ill write a gen fic of astral express welcoming bsck dan heng to the express #after that whole xianzhou luofu busniess where i make him one

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twpsyn-who · 2 years

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Ummm, any Time-Travel/Time loop fanfictions recommendations where Eddie gets somehow (most likely once he dies) sent back in time??? I know about "Be Kind, Rewind" and I just read "If I Could Do It All Over Again, I'd Still Do It With You". Anything similar would work, pretty please? Thank you

Edit : Just read "and it all comes down to you" too. This post will totally end up in a time travel/time loop recommendations list and you're welcome.

#I know there are some where Steve is the one time traveling trying to save Eddie or he's stuck in a time loop #but I kinda want Eddie to be the one doing that yk?#it doesn't need to be steddie necessarily (just not Chrissy x Eddie cuz I don't really ship it- no hate on it tho) it can be gen or any #other ship #stranger things eddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things steddie #using these two tags for people who has not read the two fics I have mentioned - you're welcome

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thatofabeavers · 11 months

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I AM HOSTING A WRITING CHALLENGE CALLED WALB WEEKS ON AO3

IF TOU WOULD LIKE TO JOIN THAT WOULD BE MUCH APPRECIATED

JUST POST IT IN THE COLLECTION WHEN DONE

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melodythebunny · 10 months

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New neighbors Au - Wordgirl x Welcome home chapter 4

The group found themselves following the bird. Poppy was her name. She was very nice, she allowed them to rest at her place for a while. She lived in a refurbished red barn. Which made sense since she was a chicken and all.

Another thing they noticed about Poppy was that she was very motherly. Reminded them a bit like their mom in some ways.

Inside was cozy, like a home should be. Her front door led them directly into her living room. Soft cream colored Wallpaper adorned the walls as well as a few pictures. In a corner a small bookshelf stood, holding a couple of cookbooks and magazines. And in the middle A coffee table and couch sat.A light fragrance of something sweet was in the air.

The kids stared in awe.

"Please make yourselves comfortable." She said, gesturing to them to sit down on her couch. "I would have prepared more food if I knew I would be having guests over." She paused halfway to her kitchen. "You guys don't mind cheesecake?" Becky and Chase glanced at each other … .Well they couldn't remember the last time they ate.

"No.. cheesecake is fine" Chase said. He wasn't very fond of it considering what his father had been through. But he didn't want to be rude.

"Cheesecake!?" Blu and Squeaky said. Poppy gave them a soft smile. "I'll be right back with it." She says.

The hen came back with not only the cheesecake, but with some tea cups and a teapot. She cut each of them a slice of cake. She pours each of them a cup of tea and hands it to them. "I hope you five don't mind Mint tea."

"Not at all." Bob says, taking a sip.

"Squeaky wants more cheese!"

"Why don't you finish eating first?" Poppy said. She frowned seeing the mouse glare at her.

"Sorry about him" Becky said, sending a small death glare at Squeaky. Poppy brushed it off. "You guys are probably tired from traveling" she said, placing down her tea cup. She then paused, realizing she hadn't spotted the kids' parents with them. "Where are your parents by the way?"

"We're not actually sure."

Poppy thought for a moment. "Well if you guys are moving in, your parents are probably around here somewhere."

"They're…here?" Bob said, nearly spitting out his tea. Poppy nodded, not noticing their shocked faces. "Yes. There's a house around here that just got sold. I'm pretty sure you're moving in there."

Chase, Becky and Bob shared glances. This was strange. They didn't even know they were moving….this felt all very sudden…and a bit off. "Wouldn't mom and Dad tell us?" Becky asks. Chase nodded, agreeing. "Still doesn't explain how we're puppets now .." their voices were low talking to each other.

"I love it here!" Blu says, munching on another slice of cheesecake. "I hope we stay forever and ever!" she giggles. Bob gave a concerned look. "Erm…I don't think we could realistically…" he mutters. "Squeaky doesn't care as long as squeaky gets cheese" the mouse huffs. Bob, and the two older Boxleitner kids rolled their eyes…because of course.

After their snack, Poppy was ready to grab a few things from the store. "I can take you to your new home since it's not far from where I was headed." She explained. "I forgot to ask Howdy to deliver groceries today." Ah so that's where she was going before she had found them. They didn't know who Howdy was but figured it wouldn't hurt to meet the people…er puppets of this town.

"Who's howdy?" Blu asks. She was still under the impression it was all a dream. But if it was really happening she didn't mind one bit. This place was perfect and colorful.

"Well, Howdy is a friend and neighbor of mine." Poppy begins explaining a bit.

With not much to do except follow after, the other four walked along the dirt path. Becky and Chase looked around. Anxious and hopeful that when they saw their parents they could figure out what the haystack was going on.

@ninjastormhawkkat @liloskull343 @blueweirdness @lartmacabre @dualnaturedscientist

#Secret message in my fics????#more likely than you might think #wordgirl #wordgirl oc #wordgirl next gen #Chase #becky boxleitner au #Blu #my fic #my fanfic #my writing #New neighbors au #Welcome home au #Welcome home #poppy partridge #squeaky #bob/captain huggy face #howdy pillar #bc he's mentioned

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artificialqueens · 2 years

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Will You Make Me Believe? 1/? (Group Fic) - Candy Cane

A/N: well folks, ive been working on a new massive project for the past month that i really, really hope yall enjoy!!!<3 for this first chapter, id like to thank Grinder for the beta and Veronica for the cheerleading yall mean so much to me u are both so appreciated 😭😭 i have a few chapters built up so hopefully i can have a semi-normal posting schedule.

Story Summary: After ten years of the government taking down major cities, the collapse of Chicago is devasting for the Rebellion in New York and the Resistance in Las Vegas. They are trying to fight back, but things get complicated when the leader of the Rebellion disappears. Bob goes looking for her and instead makes two new friends, Kim and Naomi. When the three friends return to New York, they learn that Sasha and Peppermint went off looking for Bob weeks ago. With a new goal in mind, Bob sets out with a team of her most trusted to track down her friends. But there's a much darker truth waiting for them in the Outside.

Everything is crumbling to dust around her. Buildings are falling, people are screaming and running, and the sky is pitch black even though it’s supposed to be mid-afternoon. The only thing Kim can hear is the sound of blood rushing in her ears, and she is helpless to the chaos around her.

“KIM!” she hears Trixie cry out, a bloodcurdling scream that never fails to strike terror through the very core of her being.

Kim runs to where Trixie’s voice is coming from, narrowly avoiding chunks of buildings falling from the sky, but it seems no matter how fast she runs or which corners she turns she cannot find her.

“TRIXIE?!” she screams, her heart beating faster and faster the longer it takes to find her friend, “TRIXIE!”

“HELP ME! HELP!” Trixie’s wails ring out.

But Kim can’t find her, because the debris hitting the streets and the screams of all the other people drowns out Trixie’s voice. The sun disappeared, their world crumbles and falls around her, debris crashing into the roads threatens to take her with it, bombs go off like thunder, the smell of smoke overwhelms her, people drop like flies around her with a cacophony of screams and-

And she can’t find her best friend.

Kim turns another corner in this maze of rubble and bodies. Trixie’s screams start to get louder, so she follows the sound and runs down the nearest path. She runs and she runs and she fucking runs and she-

She finds Pearl. Her body is mangled and bloodied, impaled on metal beams, skin gray and her eyes are glazed over-

Present Day, New York City, N.Y.

Kim shoots up in bed, panting heavily and covered in a cold sweat, images still burned into her eyes. She can’t breathe.

But there is sunlight streaming in through the window, the bird’s song can be heard, her blanket is big and soft, and Naomi’s light snores fill the room. Kim closes her eyes, making sure not to screw them up too tight, and inhales deeply. She allows the breath to relax every muscle in her body. When she opens her eyes, she can no longer see the destruction of her city, only the tiny bedroom she’s been sharing with Naomi for the last week.

She swings her legs over the side of the bed, relishing the feeling of hard linoleum beneath her toes, the chill refreshing her panicked mind. Her dark hair naturally spills over her shoulders in a way that it hasn’t since before Chicago was destroyed, and it has a sheen to it that she hadn’t realized she missed.

Kim, careful to not wake Naomi, walks over to the window and leans against it. People are walking around on the sidewalks, children are playing in yards, cars are speeding past each other, and Kim’s heart aches watching it all. All of them are so oblivious to the Outside, they are all living in a bubble, hidden away from the horrors of fallen cities and catching trains that don’t want them.

“Again?” Naomi asks gently, startling Kim out of her thoughts.

Kim looks at Naomi and is immediately taken by how gorgeous she is, even just awoken from sleep. There’s a pensive look on her face, her bonnet is tied neatly, and her tank top is lopsided on her shoulders, but somehow she is the most beautiful person Kim has ever seen.

Kim sighs, “…You weren’t there.”

“I know,” Naomi says sympathetically, “But that doesn’t mean you have to suffer alone, Kim.”

Kim looks back outside the window, thinking of how just a week ago Naomi, Bob, and herself were climbing a fucking mountain to get here. She can still feel the hot sun on her skin and the strain the climb had on her muscles, it’s something she would rather not redo.

“I didn’t mean to wake you up,” Kim says instead. She’s not ashamed of the obvious topic change.

“I was going to be up soon anyways,” Naomi says, getting out of the bed as she does, “Been a really long fucking time since I could have an uninterrupted eight hours of sleep, my body still isn’t used to being here.”

Kim hums thoughtfully, watching as a kid trips and falls playing hopscotch, “We’ve only been here a week, I’m pretty sure it’ll take way longer than that before you get used to… this.”

Naomi giggles softly, her voice music to Kim’s ears, and she comes up behind her to place her chin on Kim’s shoulder, hugging her tight from behind. Kim melts into Naomi’s touch, she’s never felt connected to someone like she has to this girl. Not even Trixie or Pearl, as much as she doesn’t want to admit it.

“I guess that makes sense,” Naomi says, her breath tickling Kim’s ear.

Kim rolls her eyes, “You guess?”

“I wish things could move quicker, ever since we got here I’ve felt constantly exhausted,” Naomi complains, “That never used to happen before.”

Kim just smiles and shakes her head fondly, she could never get tired of listening to this woman speak. They stay like that for several minutes, just holding each other and people watching. Kim wishes they could stay like this forever, fuck everything else.

There’s a knock on the bedroom door, and they both jump at the sudden sound. Awkwardly, Kim pulls away from Naomi, unable to keep a blush off her cheeks.

“Who is it?” Naomi asks, pointedly not looking Kim in her eyes.

“It’s Bob,” the woman calls from the other side of the door, voice full of annoyance.

Naomi lets out a sigh of relief, “Come in.”

Bob opens the door and slips inside the small room, making sure to close it behind her.

“We need to talk,” Bob says, stress painted on her face.

It seems ever since the three of them made it to New York, all they’ve done is talk. Kim is starting to get tired of it, reliving the last two months every single day has been draining her completely. She wishes they could’ve pretended nothing happened when they got here, but people are missing, good people who want to help change the way things are, just like she does.

Kim shares a worried look with Naomi, who seems to be equally as stressed, “About…?”

Bob inhales deeply, “Chicago.”

Kim tenses up, flashes of dust and debris flashing across her vision, “What about it?”

“We’ve managed to track down Sasha and Peppermint to the Chicago area, and… we don’t know how much of it is left, Kim,” Bob explains, her mental exhaustion evident, “But you do.”

~*~

9 Weeks, 2 Days Earlier Chicago, I.L.

“Hey, hey! Wake up!”

Kim was roused from unconsciousness, hands violently shaking her shoulders. Blearily, Kim peeled her eyes open, despite her eyelids feeling like they weighed a million pounds. Pearl was kneeling down in front of her, and even in total darkness, Kim could see her blonde hair was covered in dirt and she had tear tracks streaming down her face. The city alarms whirring in the distance made Kim wince, but she held eye contact with Pearl, unsure of what else to do.

Kims spoke despite the fact her mouth felt as dry as a desert, “Wha… What’s happening?

“Don’t panic, okay?” Pearl said, then she grabbed Kim’s arms to help her friend sit up.

Kim looked around them with horror as realization slowly seeped in. They were in a tiny cavern- Except that wasn’t right, because there were no cave systems in Chicago. She was just out on the street with Pearl, Trixie, and Shea, right? Now they were somewhere dark, cold, and cramped. She was sitting on dirt, and rubble was surrounding them.

Memories flooded into her mind. They had been out on the town for their usual dinner and a show, a Friday night tradition that began a year ago after the four friends had a particularly rough week. None of them had been expecting this, although maybe they should have.

First came the alarms, loud and dizzying, they effectively froze the four girls in their spots. The bombs began going off just minutes later. She only knew they were bombs because she had heard the sound in video games before. Then buildings started to crumble, and chunks of the city fell down onto the people it was supposed to support and protect. At that point, people around them started screaming and started running. Finally, she was able to start moving too, her friends on her heels. Every step she took she could feel the earth quaking beneath her, and that was when Kim knew that they were well and truly fucked.

“Why would I?” Kim asked, tone dripping with sarcasm, “Can’t see a reason for that.”

Shea, who was roughly a yard away from her turned to give Kim a sour look, “Now is not the fucking time.”

Kim didn’t hear her though, instead, all she saw was Shea cradling Trixie’s limp body. Without a second thought, Kim attempted to move from her spot. She was stopped by an excruciating pain shooting up her leg, which resulted in an uncontrollable scream. Kim fell backward, panting heavily from the agony and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

“Shit- I thought you fucking knew about that!” Pearl said. She wrapped her arms around Kim’s shoulders to bring her to a sitting position again, her grip was almost too tight but Kim welcomed the distraction from the pain in her leg.

“No idea,” Kim gasped out, eyes screwed up tightly.

She pressed her face into Pearl’s chest, crying silently and confused as all fuck about what happened to all of them. The pain was unbearable, and she knew that if she looked at her friends she would just see pity, which was somehow worse. Instead, Kim raised her head and looked down at her leg, and it became incredibly obvious what was wrong with her.

Blood was running down her shin and all down her foot, and when she tilted her head she could see the gash it poured from. Kim pushed down the dread building in her stomach, she looked away from her injury and opted to look at Shea instead. The woman wore an ill expression, her eyes stuck on Kim’s injury, but Kim knew Shea was the only one who could do what needed to be done.

“Shea- Shea,” Kim demanded until her friend looked her in her eyes, “You have to-to listen to me closely, okay?”

Shea nodded shakily, “What do you need?”

“I need to know if Trixie is alive, Shea,” Kim said.

“She’s alive, she has to be alive,” Shea choked out, pulling their friend closer.

Kim blinked back tears, “You don’t know for sure?”

“I- I don’t-”

“Shea.”

Finally, the woman nodded and laid Trixie down on the soft dirt. Kim and Pearl watched with bated breath as Shea felt Trixie’s neck for a pulse. All Kim could think at the moment was that Trixie had better fucking be alive, or she would bring the blonde bitch back just to kill her again for doing that to her.

Then Shea looked up at the other two with bright, excited eyes, “I feel something! She has a pulse, she’s definitely alive!”

“Holy fucking shit,” Pearl sobbed out.

Kim closed her eyes and counted her blessings, “Okay, okay. Is she hurt?”

Shea quickly gave Trixie a once over and shook her head, “She’s just out cold.”

“Wish that were me, lucky bitch,” Pearl muttered.

Kim ignored Pearl, though she understood the sentiment, “Alright, are you hurt?”

“I’m fine- Well, as fine as I can be,” Shea said, sitting back on her heels.

Kim nodded, “Okay, and Pearl? What about you?”

“My arms are all scraped up,” Pearl said, then after a pause she added, “My sides hurt really bad, too.”

Kim frowned, that was two injuries, one unconscious friend, and three people pumped full of adrenaline that would wear off sooner than any of them would have liked. She was scared. She wanted to lay down and sleep, and pray that when she woke up her city would be saved, Trixie would be awake, and all of this could just be a bad dream. But she knew that if they didn’t get out of here soon things would be ten times more difficult.

“What supplies do we have?” Kim asked.

Shea rubbed her face roughly with her hands, obviously stressed, “I don’t know! Whatever we fell down here with?”

“That includes our bags, right?”

Pearl sighed, defeated, “So a bunch of credit cards, lipstick, and hand sanitizer. Perfect.”

Shea gasped, “Hand sanitizer! Of course!”

“What?” Pearl asked, unconsciously pulling Kim closer.

“We have to clean out her leg,” Shea said, getting up to go look for their scattered items.

“And what about bandages? We clean it and then what?” Pearl said, gently helping Kim lean against the wall of dirt so she could help Shea look around.

Kim grimaced, “We can tear some of the fabric off my skirt.”

Shea and Pearl shared a look of surprise. Both seemed nervous at the suggestion, they knew how excited she was when she first found the skirt, but all Kim cared about was getting the four of them out of… wherever they were. Clothes could be replaced, their lives couldn’t.

“You sure?” Shea asked as she bent down to grab one of their purses.

It was Trixie’s, Kim could recognize that hot pink monstrosity anywhere, even when it was covered in dirt. At least the zipper was closed. Hopefully, that meant all the hand sanitizer Trixie was obsessed with carrying around with her was still in there.

“Of course I’m sure,” Kim bit back, the pain getting worse by the second.

Shea knelt down beside Kim and opened the purse, grinning victoriously when she found what she was looking for. Pearl meanwhile was sorting through Kim’s handbag, a much larger purse that Pearl liked to refer to as the “mom bag,” and she pulled out the small pair of thread scissors Kim kept in case of emergencies. She never expected this to be the kind of emergency she would need those scissors for.

Pearl looked at Kim as she shakily grabbed the hem of her skirt, “An inch in width, right?”

“Right, if we need more we can just cut more,” Kim said with a firm nod.

Shea helped Kim stand up so that Pearl could cut all the way around the skirt, which was probably more painful than the injury itself. Once she was standing, Pearl made quick work of the garment, despite shaking like a leaf. Kim leaned heavily on Shea the whole time and kept her gaze fixated on Trixie, who was still passed out. She wished Trixie was awake, if only to have comfort from her best friend.

After Kim was sitting back down again with her back propped up against the wall of compacted debris, Pearl soaked the strip of fabric in sanitizer and wrapped it tightly around the cut, which apparently went all the way down to the bottom of Kim’s foot. The alcohol burned against the open wound, but it was better than nothing. At least her chances of dying from infection were lowered significantly. She would still be of use to her friends.

Then Trixie started moving. Slowly she sat up, eyes wide and wild with confusion as she took in their surroundings.

“Trix,” Kim breathed out.

Trixie locked eyes with her and screamed.

~*~

Present Day, New York City, N.Y.

“There’s nothing left of Chicago, I already told both of you that,” Kim says, frustration prominent in her tone.

Bob sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose, “I saw the outskirts, I know it’s not totally flattened.”

“It may as well be,” Kim argues, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

Naomi glances at Bob with a terrified expression, “Are you sure they’re in Chicago?”

“It’s our only lead,” Bob says quietly, “I’m going to have to go back for them.”

Kim snaps her head up to look at her friend, “What?!”

“I can’t let them die out there thinking they are looking for me-”

“I don’t care! You will die this time!”

“How? How do you know that, Kim? Because so far you have a lot of warnings without a lot of reason!”

“I know because my friends are dead, Bob,” Kim finally says, tears welling up in her eyes.

She looks down at her hands, and for a second she sees dirt, ash, and blood on them, then blinks rapidly to snap herself out of it.

Naomi gasps softly, “Kim…”

The tension in the air, once palpable, melts away at her admission of guilt. There’s a new quiet between the three women, and Kim hangs her head, refusing to look the other two in the eyes. She never wanted them to know, but she didn’t have a choice. She needs them to understand her.

“...Why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Bob asks, sitting down beside Kim and placing her hand on her shoulder.

Kim stares at her hands, “Well, like most people, I don’t really like talking about my dead friends or that they’re dead because of me.”

Naomi scoffs and sits down on Kim’s other side, “You know what she means.”

“Yeah, I do,” Kim agrees softly.

They’re all silent for a few, long moments, simply relishing each other’s company. When Kim first found them all those weeks ago, she never expected to wind up being so fucking attached to them. She wouldn’t be alive without them, that much is certain. She would still be at that train station, waiting on a savior that would never arrive.

Bob finally speaks up again, “I’m not asking either of you to come with me, you know.”

Naomi smiles at her, “You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you go alone.”

As much as Kim doesn’t want to go back, it would kill her if something happened to them out there and she wasn’t there to stop it. She’s lost so much already, she cannot lose Naomi and Bob, too. She won’t allow it.

“I’ve already saved both your asses twice, what’s one more?” Kim says, smiling when Naomi leans her head on her shoulder.

Bob grabs her hand tightly. Kim hopes they don’t regret this in a month, or even a week. It’s a stupid idea, all three of them know it, but it doesn’t change anything. After everything Bob has done for her, she owes her friend this favor.

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