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communicationthroughlyrics · 8 months

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I Like Your Blood On My Teeth Just A Little Too Much - 11

You’re a former military, career oriented security executive who has made quite the living for yourself- but it has always been lacking. Your non-committal attitude has led you down a playgirl lifestyle, never really settling. What happens when your new boss throws you a curveball, and as a result? You end up hopelessly involved with a Hollywood starlet.

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Ch 11: Army Green Was No Safe Bet

It was now just after 5pm, and you were just leaving Scarletts house after having a VERY long, probing discussion of everything that has been happening to the woman since this ‘mystery man’ has shown up- and quite honestly you couldn’t say you were shocked. You knew Steve well enough, you knew his tactics, and he was going to mentally wear someone down till they made a mistake, and that’s when he’ll capitalize. He was like a goddamn shark in bloody water.

You were sitting in your truck at the base of Scarletts driveway, finishing up a text to Kris to let her know you were coming back to the office, and then a text to Jim about your discussion with Scar today. You were still surprised at how Steve would expose himself enough to be seen at any event that fans are allowed. But then again, he is sick and twisted enough to let you know he is there. Just as you were readying yourself to leave, buckling your seatbelt and starting the truck, you heard a click to the passenger side. Your gaze shifted to the door, taking note of a silhouette on the other side. You unholster the gun underneath your seat, and reach for your door handle.

You can tell the figure isn’t Scarlett, its too tall. You look back, noting the lights still on in the house at the end of the driveway. “Fuck.” You think to yourself. You open the drivers door, pistol at the ready and you lock the truck, never breaking eye contact with where the silhouette had been standing. A deep chuckle caused the hair on the back of your neck to stand up.

“Oh, Y/L/N, save us whatever this is,” Steve waved his hand in your direction, then leaned against the truck, lighting a cigarette, promptly blowing the smoke in your direction. “Let’s just save the catch-up chit chat, and the not-so pleasantries. You can probably imagine why I’m standing in front of you, again, talking to you.” He punctuated the fact that this wasn’t the first time, reminding you of your run in at the store back in Idaho. The mans appearance was a stark contrast to the almost nerdy appearance he had the last time you saw him.

You lower your gun as you wrapped around the rear of the truck, leaning up against the back of it. You wanted to keep distance between the foul being in front of you.

“I always knew you were doltish, Waters, but this? This is a new low, even for a slop sucker like you.” His smile faltered as he took in your words, turning towards you, his cold, dark eyes locking onto yours.

“That’s rich, coming from a true sucker like you. Pretty pot-kettle, if you ask me. Last time I saw you, you were pretty handily taking me in full.” He smirked, looking at the last of the stick in between his fingers, before refocusing on you. The sheer thought that this memory of you came up so freely for the man, as the feeling of your skin crawling and the ghost of his hand on the back of your head made you want to throw up. “We wouldn’t want that to come up, now would we? I suppose it would be fairly easy for me to paint you as the bad guy, make up some victim-card story, like how you ruined my promising military career, made me loose all my benefits, and tarnished my family name to fuck your way to the top.”

“Well, the last time you saw me, you were fake drooling over my credit card and my car. But I do seem to remember J.A.G. and the MP’s doing their bit. No one asked for you to try your own conversion therapy, Waters.” You spat.

He approached you getting close enough to where you could smell the lingering smoke on his breath. “A little slut like you? You were practically begging for attention, and no one was willing to give you what you wanted. I gave you what you needed. And then you had to run and cry to your little friends. You probably turned them too, the little heathen you are.”

“Maybe I could have, had they been around long enough.” You respond, pulling the dog tags out of your shirt, one tag was your fathers, one was your grandfathers. The other two? Those were Nikki and Cams. They had been sent out on a tour of duty shortly after you were found that night in the showers, and coincidentally, were sent out with Steve as one of the commanding officers. The last you had heard, he made their lives hell- which was no small feat when you get shipped to the middle of nowhere, tasked with protecting some local villagers who knew the whereabouts of a high ranking terrorist group, but he made it his secondary mission to ensure your closest confidants were miserable. In doing so, their judgement and focus faltered, and Nix was killed in an ambush, and Cam couldn’t cope with the guilt. You helped to have a funeral for the pair, as both of their families couldn’t, and in turn, their families gifted you the dog tags of their fallen loved ones.

“Maybe you should have taken the punishment for what it was, then. Maybe they’d still be here.” He sneered, and it took all of you to not throw this man down onto the ground.

“What. Do. You. Want.” You punctuate every word, having already been over his antics the moment you saw him by your truck.

“Well, sweetheart. I was supposed to work on ridding the world of the little vermin that your client has proved to be, amongst others- but now you’re in the picture too. So this is…kismet, as they say.” He narrowed his eyes at you, and it immediately sent you back to your last day in his office. “Now, I can make your life hell too, and maybe I will get rid of one of MY problems…” he continued, but all he said slowly faded to black as your mind wandered to all the times you were in the unfortunate presence of this man. Eventually, you had collapsed during the memory lapse, at the foot of Scarletts driveway. The man laughed, leaning over your body and grabbing hold of your chin, whispering a “pathetic” before he kicked your unconscious body, and spit on you, stomping on your injured hand and crushing it into the pavement before stalking away.

You were awoken by a few quick slaps to your face, and three concerned faces above you. Kris, Jim and Paul were huddled around the sofa in your office, where you now were laying. Jim was leaning directly above you, and had been the one trying to snap you out of what trance you had been in.

“How did I get here?” You question, trying to sit up, only to be pushed back down to the sofa by Kris.

“Well, we knew you were having a meeting with Scarlett, and decided to do a security sweep anyways.” Jim answered, settling himself next to your legs. “I noticed that damn car sitting a few blocks away, so I knew he was somewhere. I came up the driveway and saw your truck, and didn’t think too much of it at first. I was about to turn around, thinking you were still inside, but then I saw the outline of an arm, and realized a body was against your truck. I got out of my car, and ran up to where I found you, slumped against the back tire of the truck.”

You groaned, placing your hand on your forehead. “No one else noticed?” You asked, not directly stating that you were concerned if Scarlett had seen you.

“Not that we’re aware of. We haven’t had any reports come in, at least.” Kris answered, kneeling down next to you. There was a deep look of concern in her eyes. “What happened, Y/N?”

“Paul, can I speak to you-alone?” You ask, turning your face away from Kris. She huffed, and both her and Jim stood from their respective places, Jim moving to stand next to her.

“Come on, Kris, let’s let her discuss. Give her some space.” Jim placed his hand on the small of her back, turning her away towards the office door. He turned back to you briefly, shooting you a reassuring look. You knew that he was full aware of what happened. Once you heard the click of your office door, you began to put your sentences together.

“Well, Y/L/N, this isn’t a scenario I ever would have foreseen when I hired you. What’s going on?”

“Timmons, do you remember the redacted portion of my military file? You had asked me if I knew what it was about?”

“Yes? Why?”

“The redacted portion of my file is the reason we were hired to protect a celebrity. The man that has been following her, and harassing her, he was my C/O for a period of time. A military grade bloodhound, if you will. He’s a dishonorably discharged Ranger, turned militant.” You sit up, wincing at the pain from your hand and chest. You look down to notice deep bruising and more fresh cuts on the already damaged flesh.

“Well, Y/N, it sounds like we have the right person to help her then. You’ll know him better than anyone.” He placed his hand on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I know you can handle this. God knows we’ll need to before her big red carpet run.” He smiled at you, and you shot him a questioning glance.

“Red carpet run?”

“Her group informed us this afternoon of her upcoming schedule, and there is a fair share of red carpet appearances scheduled. They’re adamant about her going, especially due to the interviews and appearances she’s had to cut short or cancel because of this guy. It’s set to start in the next few weeks.” Paul looked down at you, before sitting in the chair next to yours.

“We’re going to have our hands full then. This guy is a pain in the ass.” You look away, staring out the window of your office to the night sky of the bustling city below. “He is going to require some extreme resources, boss.” You turn and look back at him.

“You and Grange seem to know what you’re dealing with. Just let me know what you need. I’ll get it for you.” Timmons says, placing his hand on your knee, shaking it before standing and walking away. One the door clicked shut again, you leaned back in the chair, wincing at the pain stemming from your side. “Rotten motherfucker.” You grumble to yourself, before trying to sit back up, and groaning in pain. You hear a shuffle behind you, and a pair of hands on your upper back as Kris swung herself into your line of sight.

“Y/N, what the hell happened?” She whispered softly as you winced in pain. She had seen you in pain after handling a situation, after fighting with someone who decidedly ignored your warnings and got frisky at a bar, but not like this.

“Fucking Waters, that’s what happened.” You respond, wincing once more as you pushed yourself out of the chair, and walked towards the bathroom. You needed to get out of these clothes, and take care of whatever injuries you had. She followed close behind, a strong look of concern still present on her features.

“What do you mean? You know him?” She asked, wincing herself when she watched you struggle to unbutton your shirt with an injured hand. She rushed over to help, but her efforts were thwarted by you batting her hands away.

“Yeah, you could say that.” You inhaled sharply as the fabric slid off your shoulders, and you had to wiggle slightly to let it pool at your feet. Kris picked the shirt off the ground, and when she turned, she saw the bruising on your side and chest, with a perfectly visible footprint centered in the injury.

“God, Y/N/N, what did he do to you?”

“I would guess he kicked me. And stepped on my hand.” You said, looking down at your injured hand.

“Guess?! You don’t know what he did?” The infliction in her voice was that of disbelief.

“No, I really don’t. I… I think I blacked out.” You rested your good hand on the edge of the sink, looking in the mirror to the reflection of the woman lingering in the corner.

“But, you haven’t blacked out since before we were together. You said you only did that when…”

“When my PTSD flares? I know, Kris.” She just stared, like she was trying to figure out what to say next.

“You’re not taking the medicine, are you?” She looked at you, stepping closer, shirt still in hand. “You need to be taking the medicine they give you. It helps.”

“Kris, I haven’t taken it in over a year.”

“Why? Is that why you blacked out?” You laugh a sardonic laugh, turning to look at her face to face.

“No, Kris. No, it isn’t.”

“Well, how can you be so sure? If you had been on the meds…”

“The meds won’t help with this, Kris.” You cross your arms across your chest. “This goes beyond just the PTSD. This is the cause of it.” Your gaze steels, features hardening as the realization hits you that the control that he still manages to hold over you is the sole cause of your vulnerability- and you hate him more for that than anything. Her face shifts to one of confusion, not full grasping what is being said.

“Y/N, being obtuse right now isn’t helping. How is this…” she gestures to your bruised body, “… the cause of it?”

“Honestly, Kris. That’s for me to know.” She huffs at your response, shaking her head.

“Typical, Y/L/N.” She threw your shirt on the counter behind you, knocking some of the items off the counter into the sink. Your gaze shifts down to the floor as she steps even closer, pulling your face up to look you in the eyes. “When you quit being so goddamn self-contained, let me know. Maybe we can have a conversation about what the fuck is going on with you.” She turned on her heel, walking away briskly, and slamming your office door.

“Not likely, Kris.” You mutter to yourself, before stripping yourself of the pants you were wearing today, and grabbed a pair of gym shorts and a tank top to wear to the gym. You had some pent up frustrations you needed to work out before bed, even if it caused more pain. Making sure to wrap your hand carefully, you grabbed a hat, placing it backwards on your head, and walked out of the office towards the elevator. Pushing the button, you stood by waiting for the carriage to arrive, and noticed a faint light from Kris’s office, and realized she was still here, sitting at her desk staring at the darkness out the window. The ding from the elevator brought her attention to you, as you stepped in and went down to the floor where the training center and gym were housed.

The dull thud of the punching bag echoed throughout the empty floor, the rhythmic thump of your fists striking the canvas. You had no idea how long your were down there, but your boxing glove was internally saturated with a combination of sweat and blood, and you were absolutely dripping in perspiration as you continued to beat the bag into submission. Your efforts seemed unyielding, but a calloused hand on your shoulder stopped you.

“While I have always admired your allegiance to fitness Y/N, you need to rest. ” Jim said behind you, his voice offering you some sense of calm.

“I can’t Jim.” You let your shoulder slump, your head hanging as you stared at your feet.

“You have to. Tomorrow is a big day. Technically, it’s actually today, in a few hours. It’s 2 am, Y/N.” You turned to face the man, your face devoid of any emotion, eyes empty after the endeavors of the previous day.

“Why, why is it a big day Jim?” Your arms flop at your sides, emphasizing your frustration.

“First, we have a meeting with Scarlett, but then we have to follow her to a few interviews. I have already coordinated the security.” He looks in your eyes, trying to decipher any emotion or tell as to your thoughts.

“Cool, that sounds like something for the team, not me.” You state, maintaining the blank stare.

“Actually, it’s not. You have been requested to be there, by Mrs. Johansson herself. We have received direct threats to her at these events, you will be following her directly.”

“Great. That’s fucking lovely.” You finally show a shred of emotion, albeit anger and frustration at the situation you found yourself in. You were more upset that there was an anticipated threat and you weren’t in the greatest of conditions to handle it. “Fine. I’ll shower and rest up. What time is the meeting?”

“0700. Paul and I will be briefing the rest of the team at 0630, so take a little bit of extra time for yourself, even if it’s only a half an hour.” With that, Jim turned and started to walk away. He suddenly stopped, turning on his heel and facing back to you. “Y/N/N, you need to take it easy on yourself. I know this isn’t easy. But this plays directly into his hands, with you not taking care of yourself. Kris called me a little bit ago, reasonably worried. I know you wouldn’t tell her what’s all going on, but you need to talk to someone. You can always talk to me.” His gaze softened, and he smiled, before circling back on his heel and walking out of the gym. You shook your head, and made your way to the showers.

You struggled pulling off the glove, but were finally able to work it off of your hand, which was even more swollen than it had been prior to your ten round match with the heavy bag. The tape and gauze you had wrapped your hand in was tinged red and pink with blood, mixed with sweat. You hesitantly unwound the wrapping, grimacing when it got down to the portion making contact with the angered skin. “Fuck. How the fuck am I going to work with this?” You mutter to yourself. Before taking the other glove off, and then ridding yourself of your clothing and hopping into a scolding hot shower.

The familiar screech of your phone alarm alerted you to the fact that it was almost time for people to start arriving back to the building. You don’t even remember getting back to your office, let alone falling asleep. You were just glad is was a dreamless, devoid slumber that had no flashbacks or memories attached to it. You sat yourself up off the sofa, wincing in pain, realizing that you had been so tired you didn’t even bother to pull down the bed, you had just fallen asleep here. You slowly worked yourself upright, and made your way over to the bathroom, so you could take some medicine for the inevitable pain your would become inundated with. You swallowed the pills dry, before getting an outfit out for work. You knew that it had to be somewhat professional, but if there really was a threat, then it needed to be tactical enough to move around in.

You opted for a simple black long sleeve, some of your slightly loose black pants, and a black leather bomber, so you could easily access and dress your injuries from yesterday, and keep them reasonably hidden. You gingerly glued some of the deeper cuts to your chest shut, placing small butterfly bandages along them to hold them closed. Turning your focus to your deeply blackened hand, you thought it best to wear some cut off gloves, that way the majority of the injuries were hidden. Combing your hair, you carefully styled your hair before reaching over to spray yourself with cologne, then scooping the coat and gloves to reenter your office. You threw the gloves and coat behind your office chair, carefully sitting down in your chair, and opening your computer to complete some tasks on your laptop.

“Morning, Y/L/N.” Your head snapped up to see Jim popping his head into your office. “Did you get some rest?”

“Yeah, I did Jim. Thanks.” He smiled, turning and walking away from your office, the door latching soon after. You continued to watch the hallway as more people showed up to begin their day. Kris finally appeared out of the elevator, and you anticipated her walking into your office. She didn’t spare so much as a glance in your direction, and went straight into hers, removing her jacket and settling into her chair, presumably beginning to go through her emails. You felt a pull to go and apologize, but were pulled out of your thoughts by your phone. The familiar ringtone called to you from the table in front of your sofa, and you stood yourself up, walking over and trying to hide the shot of pain you felt as you bent over to pick up the device. At this point, you were certain you had at least a couple bruised ribs. As you went to swipe the screen to answer, the call ended. “Seriously? Fucker, fine I didn’t want to t…” you start, before receiving a text from the same number.

6:23 AM UNK- “I hope you’re feeling better. You’ll need your strength for today.”

Fuck.

CHAPTER 12

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sharksa-shivers · 7 months

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Wholesome Sharksty Self care shiz (cuz i am sick and i wanna share it lol)

I have waited........Like...Over a decade to share Sharksty shit with the world. (does some math rq) ...11 or 12 years, i cannot fucking remember (it'd be 12 years i think cuz...I started documenting my shit then personally lol) YOU WILL GET ALL OF THE SHARKSTY NOW BECAUSE I HAVE WAITED SO LONG. YOU WILL GET IT NOW!!!!!! --------------

(We see Sharky laying on his bunk, trying to stay awake despite the darkness in the room, it obviously being night)

Sharky:(obviously tired but fighting it)I wanna sleep but…I don't feel like i deserve to Kris…It doesn't feel right for me to do…

Kristy:(having been the one who used magic and brought him up there, using magic again, she lifts up his legs and pulls his blanket out from under him, using her red colored levitation to cover him with it, sweetly as she holds his face)Are you comfy though?

Sharky:(anxious and tired)…Yeah…

Kristy:(continues)Are you warm? Your pillow soft?

Sharky:(getting kinda more tired)Yeah and yeah…

Kristy:(smiles)Then that's all that matters, i want you to focus on that…Focus on the rain outside hitting the roof, focus on getting warm, focus on dreaming, i want you to focus on getting some good sleep…That's all that matters okay?

Sharky:(tired)You sure?

Kristy:(leaning forward and kissing his nose, holding his head in both her hands, kind)Positive. You deserve some good rest… ---------------------- (Kristy's bought Sharky something to eat, maybe some tacos or something)

Sharky:(anxious but he obviously wants the food)….I…I dunno, i don't feel like i deserve this…

Kristy:(sitting with him, she grabs one of the tacos and unwraps it before showing it to him unwrapped, smirks)Smells good though doesn't it?

Sharky:(awkward)…Yeah…It does…

Kristy:(smiles)I bet it's really cheesey and tasty too! Maybe test it for me and see? (Hands him the taco)

Sharky:(he stares at it in his hand a moment before he hesitantly decides to take a bite, crunching it with his teeth. Speaks as he's chewing)….I don't deserve this…

Kristy:(kindly)Well does it taste good though?

Sharky:(he nods after a moment)…Yeah, it's delicious actually…

Kristy:(smirks)Then just focus on that…That's all i want you to focus on dude…

(Little bit after, we see Sharky's managed to eat like 6 tacos, we see 6 wrappers)

Kristy:(cheery)I'm so proud of you Sharky, i'm so glad you took care of yourself.

Sharky:(he's obviously still kind of in that mindset some but it's cracked some, a bit more cheery himself, sheepishly smiles)Yeah, i guess…Eh…

Kristy:(smiling)Do you feel any better?

Sharky:(he nods a bit)Yeah, i…Still kind of feel hungry but…Yeah…I don't wanna cost you any more cash, you've spent enough on me…

Kristy:(getting up, moving behind him and hugging his neck)I'm just glad you got some food in your system. It's important to take care of yourself and i'm proud you did that. You should be proud too. ❤

Sharky:(thinking, smiles lightly)Yeah, i guess maybe i should… -------------------------- ...Reverse where Sharky's making sure Kristy's taking care of her own needs? Reverse lol. (we see Kristy working at the desk, trying to do research and get info on what the monster they've been searching for could be…We see Sharky come upstairs, opening the door and closing it behind him before he looks a bit startled that Kristy's still up…We see him approach her…)

Sharky:(a bit worried)You're still up?

Kristy:(looking over)Look, i KNOW i can figure this out! (shows him her notebook)Look! Look at what all i've found out tonight! I can't stop now!!! We're close, i can feel it!!!

Sharky:(he looks at the notes before becoming disinterested in them and looking back at Kristy, obviously not liking what she's doing)……..Well close or not, you kinda do need to get sleep Kristy, you're not gonna be able to do as much work if you're sputtering on no sleep…

Kristy:(gives him a glare)I can't sleep now!!!! I'm close to cracking this, I CAN FEEL IT!!!!!!

Sharky:(he stares at all the work Kristy's done…And then at her, seeing how noticeably tired she is…And we see him make a decision then and there…Before Kristy can say anything, Sharky leans over, grabs under her arms and scoops her up, pulling her out of the chair, moving one of his arms under her legs to carry her more evenly)

Kristy:(pissed at Sharky doing this)Dude seriously???? Put me down!!!!!

Sharky:(moving over to her bunk carefully, annoyed)Oh, i'm gonna put you down alright…(Sharky plops Kristy in her bunk, lifting up her blankets and then covering her up with em, then smiling a bit)There, now please get some sleep okay?

Kristy:(instantly kicking the blankets off, she gets up, trying to go back to her chair only for Sharky to grab her arms and hold her in place)Dude, seriously!!!! I have to work!!!!

Sharky:(Understanding)I know you do but you can work tomorrow and you WILL work better after getting some rest…Like just look at snappy you are, don't you feel kinda tired? Even a bit? Kristy:(annoyed, crossing her arms)…..Maybe i guess…

Sharky:(trying to get her to understand more of where he's coming from)You know how you and Max get pissed at me whenever i don't eat and don't really…Communicate when i do need food?

Kristy:(nods)Yeah?

Sharky:(explaining)That's the same thing that you're doing right now. Neglecting your body and your needs…You gotta get some rest Kris, you look exhausted and really stressed out…If i was able to take care of myself tonight and made sure i ate some dinner, i feel like it's only right that i make sure you take care of yourself and get some rest…

Kristy:(honest)I…Can't really sleep when i'm this anxious and it's one of the reasons i got that far into researching…I…Don't want to waste time with this, peoples lives are on the line if we can't stop whatever's destroying all that stuff…

Sharky:(thinks a moment before speaking)So…Did you try to sleep yet then?

Kristy:(shaking her head)…No…I already kind of know i'm not gonna be able to if i don't finish this stuff…

Sharky:(sighs)Look, even if you did figure out what's been attacking, you're not gonna be able to do anything with that info at 2 in the morning…Max is asleep and everythings closed so…I dunno, it might do you some good to just wait and rest yourself a bit…

Kristy:(anxious)I don't know how to wind down is the problem…

Sharky:(thinks again)Anything that could maybe help you calm down?

Kristy:(anxious)I dunno…I just know i'm stressed and scared…

Sharky:(smiles a bit)Would it help maybe if i stayed over here and talked with you til you fell asleep? So you don't feel so scared?

Kristy:(thinks a moment before nodding)Yeah, maybe i guess…

Sharky:(kindly, trying to cover her up again, her taking the blanket and laying down)I can do that if it helps Kris… ------------------------------ Inject this into my veins 24/7, it's so adorbs and i love them so fucking much, arghhhhhhhh... ;~; Sharky helps with Kristy's anxieties and fears and whatnot a tonnnnn and Kristy helps with Sharky's self hate and self neglectful habits... And then for the triple whammy, they both get on Max's ass whenever he's doing similar shit (Though Max admittedly is better-ish with his self care then both of these derps though Max is a person just the same and...Well, he needs help too sometimes, especially whenever he's depressed as hell...) These 3 just...They care about each other so much and just...I love it lol, i love that wholesome sweet sugary shit, that's what i want, i just want alllllllllll of that XD

#kidnappedseries #kidnappedseries dialog stuff #sharksty #kidnappedseries rambles

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mariogman25 · 1 year

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UNO Night at the Inventory!

(Inspired by this piece of art)

Starring:

Sonic the Hedgehog - Drinks an energy drink or cola while trying his hardest to play his newest cards whenever possible because he's convinced he has a strategy in play with his initial hand. Plays as fast as possible. Leg twitches and steps the floor silently when he's got strong cards.

Susie (Deltarune) - Drinks some complicated apple flavor cream soda float like you get in Japan (goes all out since you bought the drink). Probably has a stick of chalk in it to complete the joke. Plays as aggressively as possible, playing +2s and +4s as soon as they're in her hand. Eyes glint and teeth show when she doesn't have anything powerful in her hands. Kris hangs around doing random stuff in the background like Max.

Hat Kid (Hat in Time) - Drinks a large hourglass shaped cup of Boba Tea. Like to hum with strong cards and taunts when she's winning. Is the "Max" of the game, where she has no overall strategy and just plays whatever she can when she wants.

Joker (Persona 5) - Drinks a hot coffee just like Sojiro makes. Smartest player at the table and probably the oldest outside of the player. Will try to have a poker face, but he will fiddle with his glasses sometimes. If he's got a bad hand, his glasses are completely white. If he has a good hand, his glasses are clear. Morgana is there too to join in on conversation.

The Host...

Chris McLean of Total Drama Island fame, known to run competitions with teenagers all the time and this is no different. Only one I could think of that could probably give decent live commentary to an UNO game.

He is joined by Chef as the new "Bartender" of the inventory, serving the non-alcoholic drinks to the underage players.

The Prize system returns from Poker Night 2, but there is still some dialogue about what would happen if the other players won that Prize as well. And since the game isn't linked to TF2 or Borderlands 2 at the moment, the game it will give accessories to will be...

Sonic Frontiers. Unlocking special costumes for Sonic the Hedgehog.

Sonic bets a Chaos Emerald. Winning it gives a Classic Sonic Costume.

Susie puts down her Mane Axe (a fun one could also be the Egg?). Winning it gives Sonic her Dark World Coat and spiked wrist bands.

Hat Kid bets an Hour Glass that powers her ship. It gives her Hat and Cloak to Sonic.

Joker bets... a genuine Phantom Thieves Calling Card. Just use the number on it, and you get yourselves a free pass to get one of your enemies to become a good person. Winning it gives Sonic Joker's Mask and jacket.

Chris's prize would be... god I'm not sure of a iconic item from TDI, actually... a Bigfoot statue? A Bigfoot? Either way, winning his prize nets Sonic a pair of sunglasses and a Canadian Hawaiian Shirt.

(Suggestions are ideas appreciated and accepted.)

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himbos-hotline · 1 year

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OMG WAIT HI I LOVE JAY? TELL ME EVERYTHING? how did they (sorry about pronouns i am going to go with they/them for now PLEASE correct me) get those scars, what is the polycule like, is their full name jaybird or is that a cute lil nickname the polycule gives them, EVERYTHING i love them sm they are precious

I too love Jay so fucking much! they use she/he/they/zey pronouns with no real prefrence over any of them. Some people use she/her for him and theyre cool with it, others he/him, some just stick with they/him or a mix of all of them. Jay looks at gender and shakes a magic eight ball at it and goes "sure cool im that today!"

their name is technically Jayden- however she quickly gets it changed after a gender crisis [thanks for that kenny] Jaybird is technically a nickname that cole gives her when the two of them are a mixed tag team in NXT. Jay has an understanding for animals and being a high-flyer has a love of birds. It used to be 'Jaydenbird' and started as an inside joke. Now Jaybird is just what Cole calls zem whenever shes lovely dovey and not being a completely asshole [/affectionate] to her boyfriend.

Jay has a lot of scars. Most of them just being dumb wrestling accidents. The one under her right eye is from Kenny hitting them with a nerf gun by mistake cuz Jay got to close to him and spooked him. Now nobody is allowed nerf guns in arenas and Jay is SOOOOOO not salty about it. the scar on his chin is from skateboarding and Nick going "I betcha twenty bucks you cant jump from the diving board off ya skateboard" of a hotel pool. Jay does it because sometimes zey have a singular braincell and its busy thinking of hangmans ass. Well, "does it"

she climbs up to the diving board, slips and smacked her face on the back of the diving board. Still dove into the pool though and "do I still get the twenty bucks?" "depends. do you still have your teeth!?" neither one of them mention it to Matt.

Theres two large scars on his forearm because when she was 14 and still under Regals training and wrestling in the british indies, chose to wrap barbed wire around his arm. only for their opponant to pull it and it cut into zeir arm. Jay still thinks she was badass cuz she won!

The last scar is more then likely the most important one since it directly links to Jay meeting kenny and the gender crisis. Jay starts off as part of the JAS and theyre really shitty to him like to the point theyre mocking Jays disability [hes deaf] and tortmenting them in the ring to the point shes loosing matches and then Chris Jericho starts putting them down on commentary, to Regal, to Mox and to the female roster.

and one day, Jay just cannot stand it anymore. Facing Kris Stratlander in a hardcore match. Jay climbs the turnbuckle, stares at Jericho whose ringside, looks at wheeler whose there supporting Kris [and who is also jays boyfriend, they are just instantly in love as soon as they meet- both jay and wheeler are too dumb to realise that thought] and preforms a diving headbut. Only for Kris to move and Jay smack her head off a steel chair and then the outside of the ring rolling out of the ring. Shes concussed and the match ends because theres just blood pissing outta her head.

Cut to jay, alone in the JAS locker room fucked up and bloody. Talking to their rabbit Hemlock, talking about how he wants to give and how he doesnt feel right and how shes so tired and itll be fine if she just zones out for a little [dissocation] and then theres another voice and the weight of a bunny on her lap and "hey hey, talk to me yeah? tell me about your bunny. I bet they like it when they get really good big pets" and someone moving their hand and then theres a guy that hes seen before but cant remember because yay concussion and then

"I dont..I dont know you!"

"Kenny Omega, now you know me!"

"Jayden...Jayden orton.."

"Nice to meet ya Jay"

and then theres an entire crisis, kenny calling hanger pretty, keeps using they/them pronouns for Hemlock and he keeps calling her Jay and "my partner gets like this sometimes, hes really pretty- hey i should introduce you two!"

and then Jay just kinda sits there and loops the name Jay in her head, and they/them pronouns and how men can be pretty and maybe they could be a pretty boy? because everyone sometimes feel uncomfortable about their body right guys? everyone hates their name because it doesnt sound right, right guys?

....guys?

#oc: jay orton

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i had coffee this morning so here have my personal ranking of the four seasons of channel zero

before i start i should say i have some criticisms that apply to all seasons, which is mostly that they struggled with focus and had some extraneous subplots or concepts that didn’t really tie in with the whole as well as they could or should have. i will also add however that i liked all the seasons and found them all watchable! so even last place isn’t bad.

4. season 1, candle cove

umm you know i swear going into this i had a lengthy explanation for why i put this last. it’s actually somewhat interchangeable with #3, i think they have different strengths and weaknesses and atm i feel like the latter’s strengths are more meaningful. as for this season, i’m still a little bit, why teeth, like it felt a little more like someone had an idea for a horrifying image (which it is, very gross) and went with it without REALLY doing a good job of bringing it full circle. even so this season has some good twists and some fair pathos. i didn’t super love the characters, except like, the mom, who was great, really felt for her. the story was sort of propelled forward by its own “wtf is happening”-ness. it’s also just kind of a silly idea (i’m so sorry kris straub local58 is a masterwork) and it never really quite reconciles that.

3. season 2, noend house

like i said this is soooorta interchangeable with the above for me but today this is the order I’m going with. i think this is the slowest-paced of the seasons. it was hard to stay invested for a fair bit of it. most of the characters aside from the main girl felt like they didn’t matter and their subplots didn’t necessarily have much to do with the overall ideas of the story. however, the themes of grief and the use of metaphor was really well-done and the ending that brought it all together really stuck the landing. i got what it was doing and it finished in a way that felt meaningful and cathartic.

2. season 3, butcher’s block

okay i just realized that i kind of just went in reverse order and also this might be a controversial pick. i had some problems with this season, like its muddled messages about mental health (what was it trying to say? i still don’t know). but why it ranks so high is that i actually really cared about the characters and how things would turn out for them. i got really invested in them. also the main themes were about family and being loved and belonging which i’m a slut for. so, problems aside, it just really hit for me.

1. season 4, the dream door

i think this is a commonly-held opinion and it is a correct one. hands-down the best season, even though it gets a bit weird at the end? iykyk. the themes and metaphors were good, things connected well and made sense, and of course… pretzel jack. what a character, and what a performance. i don’t really know what else to say, i just… love him. anyway the series ending on such a strong note is a bit of a downer because i bet if it had kept going it would have continued to get stronger but we were denied. bummer.

#deep thoughts

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whatisthiswritingthing · 3 years

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Get Some - Tierna Davidson x Reader

Prompt: So I’ve got an idea for Tierna x Reader where they’ve just started dating after quarantined together in Chicago but haven’t told the team yet because they don’t want to mess up the dynamics right before the Olympics. Nobody really suspects anything bc they are both pretty tame at camps, and bc reader has severe baby face the team is always teasing her about being an innocent little fetus forgetting she is actually like 24. So when R shows up to Orlando camp in a bulky hoodie they think nothing of it assuming it’s from Chicago weather until they notice she refuses to take it off and keeps adjusting the hood to keep part of her neck covered. They let her be thinking maybe she’s just cold until she shows up ready for practice with her winter mock neck on under her practice jersey the next day. After they force her to take it off bc it’s 80° out they discover the hickeys she was trying to hide, along with the scratches on her back and freak out bc someone is “defileing the fetus” and grill her trying to figure out who it is while Tierna is just smirking to herself by her locker.

TL/DR: Tierna x Reader trying and failing to hide r’s “love marks” featuring Proud!Tierna and BabyFace!Reader

Note - this awesome human, pretty much wrote this me.

“Cold munchkin?” Alex teased the forward as she sat next to her in the team meeting. Her hood up, sweater strings tied.

“Not all of us live in constant heat and humidity Morgan. I bet you’re jealous of my lack of tan too,” Y/N winked back, tugging the sweater tighter around her neck.

Tierna grinned behind them, struggling to stifle her laughter.

“Of course she’s jealous! Who wouldn’t want to look like this?” Rose slid in on the other side of Y/N.

“Yea Alex, pale is the new tan,” Sonnett squeezed Alex’s traps from behind as she sat down next to Tierna.

Alex rolled her eyes at unexpected turn.

Vlatko called attention to the rest of the room, starting the meeting for the start of camp.

Tierna kicked the back of Y/N chair while she continued to try and hide her grin from everyone around her. Lindsey giving her a strange look.

At the end of the meeting, everyone made their way to the banquet room for supper, still all separated until everyone’s test results came in.

“Hey kiddo, you need someone to cut up your food at supper?” Kelley teased, nudging the forward as she made her way to her own seat.

“Ha ha,” Y/N fake laughed, rolling her eyes, “because I’m not old enough to have my knife.”

“You got it,” Kelley winked, shooting her air guns across the table.

After that conversation flowed easily, the players all talking to each other from a distance, making the room busy and loud; everyone eager to catch up.

After supper, Y/N and Tierna attempted to stall, hoping to steal a brief moment together before they all had to spend the night alone in their rooms.

“We should just tell them we had been quarantined in Chicago together, then we could be together,” Tierna tugged on Y/N’s sleeve, swinging both their arms back and forth.

“You need T to walk you to your room, so you don’t get lost?” Ali teased as she walked by.

“Where the hell does everyone keep coming from,” Tierna grumbled quietly, while Y/N rolled her eyes for what felt like the thousandth time that day.

“I’m not a child!” Y/N stomped her foot.

“Great argument kiddo,” Pinoe held a thumbs up as she walked past to the elevator.

“I can find my own room!” Y/N called after her, starting to walk away, only to feel another firm pull on her sleeve. She glanced down to see Tierna still holding on, looking up to see the smirk on her girlfriends face.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to tuck our kid into bed.” Tierna started to pull Y/N towards the stairs by her sleeve.

Once out of site of the rest of the team, Tierna pinned Y/N against the wall, untieing the strings to her hood. Nosing it out of her way, Tierna started kiss along her jaw line, placing a firm bite to her ear.

“I am addicted to you,” Tierna pulled the collar out of the way, moving her lips to Y/N’s collar bone, scrapping her teeth on it, then soothing it with a gentle kiss.

“Fuck T,” Y/N tilted her head back, giving Tierna more room to kiss. Her hand gripping the back of Tierna’s neck, other sliding under her shirt, scrapping her nails across her ribs.

Tierna sucked harshly Y/N throat, pulling back to see the result, a deep red mark already beginning to turn purple. “You’re going to need to ask the staff for a neck warmer tomorrow,” she whispered into Y/N’s throat, scrapping her teeth across the bruise.

Y/N pulled her hand out from Tierna’s shirt, placing her palms on her chest, debating if she should push her away. She loved what was happening, but knew they needed to stop before things got carried away, or Tierna left any more marks.

“Fuck T,” Y/N groaned out, beginning to push the defender away, “we aren’t in quarantine anymore, people can actually see us now, more importantly, our team can see now.”

“Hmm that would be unfortunate if someone saw these,” Tierna smirked as she leaned back in, attempting to place more kisses along Y/N’s neck. Only for Y/N to push more firmly against her chest.

“You’re killing me babe,” Y/N bit her lip, trying to hold back her smile. Tierna looking completely unashamed, bit the air in front of Y/N, beginning to slide her hands up the front of Y/N’s shirt, digging her thumbs into her hips. Y/N moaned at the pressure, hips pressing out for more contact.

With a brief kiss to Y/N’s lips, Tierna pulled away completely, taking three large steps back and holding her hand out.

“Come on, I promised to make sure you make it to bed safe,” she winked, wiggling her fingers to encourage Y/N to grab.

“I hate you,” Y/N said gruffly, stepping forward to take Tierna’s hand.

“No you don’t,” she sung back, swinging their arms back and forth as they began walking up the stairs.

“I do a little bit,” she mumbled, looking away from the brunette, knowing her faux seriousness would crack as soon as she saw the large smile her girlfriend had on.

“Nope!” Tierna accentuated the ‘p’ at the end, swinging their arms higher, finally earning a giggle from her girlfriend. Her ability to go from pinning Y/N to the wall and leaving hickeys across her neck to innocent and childlike was incredible.

Y/N finally gave in completely and burst out laughing as they climbed the stairs, pushing her shoulders into the taller soccer player. The two gently wrestling the rest of the way up the stairs, separating as they made it to their floor.

Tierna walked Y/N to her door, making a show of it, “I’m just down the hall if you have any bad dreams,” she ruffled her hair and began to walk away. “Don’t let the bed bugs bite!”

Several loud laughs could be heard from the doors that still remained open.

The next morning players prepared for practice on the side lines, tugging on cleats and debating on long sleeves or short sleeves, Y/N tugged her neck warmer on, tugging it all the way up to her ears.

“Yo, Chicago, shouldn’t you be used to the cold?” Kristie teased as they made their on the turf to warm up.

“Rude! I’m delicate!”

“Yea Kris be nice to the little kid,” Alex came from behind, rubbing her hands up and down Y/N’s biceps. “you cold? Do you need a sweater? Gloves?”

Y/N pulled out of Alex’s hands, rolling her eyes, “I’m fine, just a little chilly this morning.”

Everyone left it for the rest of the morning training.

Y/N was not as lucky that afternoon. Everyone offering warmer items of clothing when they saw her wearing the neck warmer again in the afternoon.

“Are you sick?” Christen reached up, attempting to feel Y/N’s forehead. Y/N was quick to duck out of the way, swatting Christens hand.

“Seriously guys, I��m fine, just not adjusting well to the climate change or something,” Y/N tried to avoid glaring at Tierna, knowing the defender would a smirk on her face throughout it all.

“Are you sure Y/N/N? Should we get the trainers?” know Tierna decided to join in the conversation. Y/N looked sharply at her girlfriend, clenching her jaw, she was the reason for the interrogation.

“I’m fine,” Y/N snarked to the group, “It’s a neck warmer, just drop it.”

“It is way to humid put here right now for you to be chilled,” Ali came over, rubbing her hand on Y/N’s shoulder, sensing the forwards discomfort at being put on the spot. But also concerned for the younger woman, no one should be chilled in the mid-afternoon Florida heat.

The entire practice everyone kept an eye on the younger soccer player. As the intensity of the practice increased, Y/N continued to tug at the neck warmer she was wearing. The hair at the base of her skull soaked with sweat, the collar of shirt drenched the entire away around, face flushed as she heated up.

At the end of practice, Y/N attempted to pull her hoodie over head after she had pulled the neck warm off. Unfortunately, she was not quick enough her movements, the hem getting caught on her sweaty, tangled bun.

“What in the actual fuck happened to your neck?” Pinoe explained, stopping Y/N from pulling the sweater on, gaining the attention of the rest of the team.

Kelley quickly bounded over, pulling the collar of her practice shirt out of the way. The rest of the team now all looking on.

“What happened to your neck?” Alex came over as well, thumb and forefinger holding Y/N’s chin, moving her head around, inspecting the now very prominent hickeys spread across the neck, collar bone, and upper chest.

A loud cat call whistle was heard from behind and “Oh damn” thrown from someone else, follow up with “get some!”

“No! Don’t get anything!” Christen shot the group of young players a hard look, eyes sharp when she looked back to Y/N, “who did this to you?”

“What? This?” Y/N motioned to her neck, “I, uhh, got a tour of the aquarium. They let me hold one of the octopuses.” She finished with a firm nod, satisfied with her answer, smiling to herself.

Tierna remained on the bench a few feet away, coughing to cover her sudden laugh at the terrible story.

“Bullshit!” Alex challenged, still holding Y/N chin firmly. Y/N attempted to pull away, Alex adjusted her grip, palming her jaw.

“Who did this to you?” Christen asked again.

“You’re like 12! No one should be doing this to you!”

“I’m 24,” Y/N rolled her eyes, attempting to pull away, only to be pulled back in.

“You are far too young to young to have hickeys!”

“I’ve had sex before.”

“No! you are not old enough to have sex!”

By now, Tierna was leaning back on the bench, watching as all the older players harassed her girlfriend, all unaware she was the cause of the marks on the young forward. She spread her arms on the back of the bench, leg casually crossed over the other, smug smile.

“Welp,” she popped the ‘p’, “I’ve kissed people, given hickeys, been hickied,” she motioned to her neck again, “and even had sex. Really good, mind blowing sex.” With a wink, Alex finally let her step out of her grip.

“Eww! No!”

“Y/N! Enough, tell us who did this to you? We obviously need to talk to them if they are doing things like this to you.”

“Guys, quit being so dramatic,” Y/N rolled her eyes, attempting to take another step away from the over protective players.

“No no no, come back here,” Tobin stepped forward now. “That ones fresh!” she copied Alex’s motion earlier, gripping her jaw and tilting it up to the expose the fresh hickey on the side.

This caused them all to step closer and inspect the hickey for themselves. Tierna uncrossed her legs, sitting up a little straighter, smile slipping slightly.

“That means its someone at camp!” Kristie called from behind all the veterans.

Y/N eyes went wide, smile fully dropping from Tierna’s face. The overprotective players all looking around, scanning each player, trying to determine who it could be.

“Is it a player? Staff? Coach?” Alex looked firmly at the younger forward.

“Gonna go save your girl?” Alyssa slid onto the bench next to Tierna on the bench, smirking at her.

“What?” Tierna whispered, shocked, eyes darting quickly to the keeper.

“Well,” Alyssa started slowly, “most of those are old, so they happened in Chicago, and you, me, and Y/N/N were the only ones there together. And there’s a fresh one since we got here. And since I didn’t do it, that only leaves you.” She firmly poked Tierna in the chest.

Tierna opened and closed her mouth. “Umm, uhh, fuck.”

“I won’t tell, but you might want to go save her over there. You know none of them are going to drop it until they figure it out,” Alyssa shrugged, “besides it’s your fault really. You are the one that put those one there.”

Tierna continued to open and close her mouth, then watched as the veterans continued to ask Y/N who It was and beginning to call out several of the younger players who were all enjoying the small interrogation.

“Fuck,” Tierna sighed out, she slapped her thighs and pushed herself to stand. “Kell, Stanford should take your degree away.”

Kelley whipped around to glare at Tierna as she walked toward the group, “what are you talking about?”

“You’re really not very observant,” Tierna smirked at her, “I’m going to let you guys think on this a little more, Y/N/N and I are going to head back to the hotel for supper.”

Y/N smirked and skipped toward the defender.

Everyone watched them walk away, mouth open, eyebrows creased.

“Wait,” Lindsey perked up, smile growing as she figured it out, “weren’t they both in Chicago together?”

That brought all eyes over to the midfielder.

“Yes!” Kelley pointed at her, “they did! Baby T defiled baby Y/N!”

“Shit, I thought we would get further away,” Tierna tugged Y/N’s hand encouraging them to run towards an available van.

“We aren’t done with this!” Alex yelled after them.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagines #uswnt imagine #tierna davidson x reader #tierna davidson imagine #tierna davidson imagines

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smells-like-mettaton · 2 years

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For the sensory prompts, how about Number 29 (The smell of burning wood) with Burgerpants, Mad Mew Mew, and Seam?

Rating: T Word Count: 1872 Read on AO3: here

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The stupid Ice-E’s employee was so stupid. STUPID. STUPID!! Why did Kris have to leave him here, too? This world was supposed to be HERS!! Her new life! Her cool life!!

How was she supposed to have a new, cool life when the stupid orange cat kept following her around and calling her his girlfriend?

“Y’know, I was going to be an ACTOR… but this place is WAY cooler than going to college! And it’s free!” The guy grinned. His mouth was too full of teeth.

What was his name again? She’d looked it up so she could catfish him on her cousin’s behalf, but then she’d immediately banished it from her memory. That had been rash. It was way easier to make fun of someone if you knew their name.

Whatever. Whatever! The bird monster running the cafe was easy cuter, and more elegant, and actually worth her time. “Swatch,” their diamond-shaped nametag read.

She tried not to get caught staring at their cool orange-and-rose glasses. Could she get a pair of those? They might clash with her new pink outfit, but it would be worth it.

“I bet they don’t even have TV here yet,” the Ice-E’s employee was still blabbing on, despite the fact that she wasn’t even pretending to listen. “This town looks older than dirt.”

He sipped his red ButJuice. She hoped it tasted like butt. He hadn’t bothered to order one for her with the money Kris had left them. If he rambled long enough, she could probably sneak the leftover “Dark Dollars” out of his pocket.

Her magical transformation had come with magic staff. Right now it was hidden under her skirt, but if if she could reach under the table with it, and “accidentally” bump his leg so the money fell out…

Nah, that sounded too complicated. She should just bonk him over the head and be done with it.

Meowsers, was he still talking?

“Once I show them all the fancy stuff we have in our world, I’ll be a big shot!”

Glass shattered behind the cafe’s counter. Maddy looked up, seeing Swatch holding the remnants of the wine glass they’d been polishing.

“Excuse me.” They swept the shards into a trash can with a cloth.

“Huh.” The orange cat stared. “What a weirdo.”

“Says the guy who fell in love with a few jpeg artifacted pixels of a bikini,” Maddy muttered.

“I didn’t quite catch that, sweetheart.”

She flashed her sharpest smile. It looked way more menacing with her new catlike eyes, she imagined.

“Oh yeah? Catch THIS!”

She chunked his glass of ButJuice at his face, where it blew up in a loud and fiery explosion. The Ice-E’s employee’s chair fell backwards and crashed in another explosion.

“Wow, this world IS cool!” Maddy beamed.

Swatch sighed.

“Oh, uh. Sorry?” That was the proper response if you blew up something in someone’s house, right?

Swatch seemed cute and nice. They probably didn’t deserve to clean up even more glass. Or pathetic catboy.

“Don’t be blue,” they said though. “That particular master was…”

“A stain on the face of the earth? The Angel’s greatest mistake? Not deserving of the proud title of Cat?”

“...Annoying.”

Maddy shrugged. “Okay, that too, I guess.”

She poked the unconscious Ice-E’s employee with her foot. When he didn’t move, she swiped the money from his pocket, blew a kiss to the cafe owner, and dragged him out the door. She left him around back, next to a few trash cans full of stale macarons and green satin ribbons. The catboy’s tail twitched, so it wasn’t like he was dead or anything. Probably. Most monsters couldn’t move if they were dead, right?

Whatever. Whatever!! She was here to enjoy her new life, not worry about some jerk who’d insulted her cousin!

The Castle Town was dark, lit only by a few cyan lanterns, but it was alive in a way that Hometown never was. Maybe that was just because in Hometown, she’d hardly been alive. Just a ghost, a shadow ignored by pretty much everyone but her cousins.

But here, she was practically a celebrity! The townsfolk called her “Master Lightner,” and waved happily.

(Except those who didn’t have arms, like Nubert. His smile was more than enough to make up for it.)

The fame wasn’t what she was after, though she knew her cousin would’ve loved it. Maybe she should try to bring him here. Then he could strangle the Ice-E’s employee himself, ha!

ANYWAY! She loved this place because of her new body!! She looked just like Mew Mew from her favorite show Mew Mew Kissy Cutie. Through this body, everything looked brighter, and she could smell things, and taste…

Taste! She hadn’t even tried out her new taste buds yet!! She’d been so busy with that stupid cat, she hadn’t actually tried any of the cafe’s food. The thought of going back and embarrassing herself in front of Swatch made her wince.

Well, there were other shops and restaurants around here. Let’s see, what direction smelled the best…?

Her nose wrinkled as she caught the scent of… something burning? She’d never had a nose to smell with before, but that’s what her subconscious thought it was. She crossed the street towards the tent-like structure the smell was coming from.

“Well, well! What have we here?” the shopkeeper said when she ducked inside. The shopkeeper’s orange button eye spun in surprise. “Another Lightner? Ha, maybe this will be as much chaos as… well, never mind that.”

A smile stretched across the tattered catlike face. Was this shopkeeper even a monster at all? Or something like a stuffed toy brought to life?

“Anyways. I’m Seam, pronounced Shawm. And this is my little seap.”

Maddy frowned.

“You just said your name. Why’d you tell me how to pronounce it? I’m not stupid.”

“Ha ha ha! It’s nice to be called out on that again… Let’s just say it’s not for your benefit.”

Like that made any sense.

“Are all cat monsters so weird?” she grumbled.

Seam shrugged. “I don’t know. Perhaps you could tell me?”

She blinked. Right. She was a catgirl now—and as far as anyone here knew, that was all she’d ever been.

“I’m the good kind of weird.” She bared her new set of pointy teeth. “What kind of food do you got?”

“Food? Ha, no one comes to me for food anymore… but I’m grilling a batch of Darkburgers, if that interests you.”

Her mouth watered.

“Burgers! I always wanted to try burgers!” She slammed a fistfull of Dark Dollars down on the counter. “Give me all the burgers you’ve got, mew!”

“Well, I was going to save one for myself, but who am I to refuse a Lightner?”

She couldn’t tell if Seam’s smile was accusatory or sincere. She bit her lip. Was she already ruining her new life by being a dummy?

“Give me most of the burgers you’ve got. Please. Mew.”

Seam laughed again and disappeared into the back of the tent, where the burning smell came from. That left Maddy to shuffle in front of the “seap” alone.

Which left her too much time to think.

Kris hadn’t told her why they’d left her and that Ice-E’s guy here. Their little goat friend had told her that she and the catboy had rooms in the castle, but she’d been too enthralled with the town to check it out yet.

She could walk. She could look like herself.

But that meant that for the first time, people would really, truly see her. Swatch saw her dunk on the catboy. Seam saw her act like a dummy over a few burgers. These people were her new neighbors, and maybe even… her new friends?

She hoped they could be friends. She’d never actually had friends before.

(And she never would, if she kept acting so stupid.)

“Most of the Darkburgers, as requested.” Seam set the tray down on the counter. The bottom was so hot, it started to sear the wood the counter.

(Sear. Would Seam pronounce that “shawr”?)

“Thank you. Thank you!!” She beamed, then licked her lips. “Oh, right. The money—”

“On the house. Just this once.” Seam’s grin stretched a little wider, pulling the purple stitches tight. “It’s not every day I get to meet such a talkative Lightner. In fact, you remind me a bit of…”

Seam stared off into space.

“What? What?? WHAT??”

“Myself. In my younger days.” Seam’s grin waned, the shopkeeper’s ears drooping a little. “Ah, to be full of such energy again…”

“Try a burger!” She pushed one of the crispy-looking sandwiches towards Seam. “Food gives corporeal—uh, food gives most monsters energy, right? RIGHT??”

“Ha ha ha… I suppose they do, miss…?”

“Maddy,” she said before chomping down on a burger of her own.

Oh. Flavors exploded in her mouth. Most of them tasted like fire smelled. The meat was crunchy, and the bread was somehow soggy—but it was still the best thing she’d ever tasted.

Seam’s head tilted.

“It’s not THAT bad, is it?”

“Huh?” She swallowed, then felt the tears running down her cheeks. “No, it’s good! Good!! GOOD!!! SO GOOD I CAN’T TAKE IT!!”

She collapsed against the counter, sobbing from the heavenly taste of burnt burger. Stupid. Stupid!! Did she lose her head when she got a body? Did all corporeal monsters experience emotion this strongly?? Or were Seam’s burgers really just that good???

“Ah… if you say so.” Seam patted her shoulder consolingly. “I have some tea you can wash it down with, if you’d like.”

She nodded, rubbing the back of her hand across her wet face.

“Sorry. Sorry! I don’t know what came over me…”

“Never mind that. The souls of Lightners always shine brighter in the dark.” Seam produced a kettle from somewhere and poured two teacups. “We need that kind of light. Even if it hurts to look too closely.”

“You don’t make any sense.” Maddy accepted her cup and took a swig.

OW. Hot, hot, so hot! She spit it back in her cup. She’d known the corporeal bodies could feel heat, but she had no idea it HURT so much!

“Ha ha! It helps if you blow on it.”

“Is this a prank?” Maddy scowled. Why would blowing on something make it less painful?

“Believe me or don’t, it makes no difference to me.” Seam smiled.

Maddy grumbled, but blew on the tea. Steam clouded her vision, but when she took another careful sip, it wasn’t so hot.

“Wow.” She stared into the dark cup. “It… worked?”

“That’s one perk of living this long. You pick up a couple of things.”

Seam sipped from the other teacup, pinkie held out elegantly. Maddy copied after a bit of fumbling. Corporeal hands were hard. Things didn’t just float around in her ectoplasm; she had to keep her grip balanced exactly right.

She could feel the warmth through her fingers, though. Like the tea was alive.tha

(And finally, finally, so was she.)

“Maybe all cats are a little weird,” Seam decided. “I think I rather like it that way.”

Maddy smiled back. If that was true, Seam was definitely the good kind of weird, too.

#seam #mad mew mew #deltarune #burgerpants #fic tag #tali writes #prompt requests #utdr #this is so silly #i love maddy though #thanks for the request winter!!#yes i know this is anon she told me it was her #and that the anon-ing was accidental

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ethelphantom · 4 years

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To Annoy the Hell out of Everyone

Maribat March day 11, Best Friends. Platonic Jasonette. Have fun!

Oohhhh and a possible TW: Implied/referenced racism and bullying, both mentioned just in passing, though both times it’s mentioned in a context where Jay and Mari are helping in at least some kind of way (that works), so y’know. Also, it isn’t explicit, but it could be triggering to someone so I have to mention it just in case. And also, I don’t think the work is angsty anyway, so yeah.

Ao3

This is Maribat -- don’t like; don’t read.

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Marinette doubled over laughing as she listened to Jason tell what he'd been told.

“Do they seriously think we’re dating?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Oh my god. This is too hilarious.”

“You’re right, Pixie. Like, first of all, why? Second of all, okay, maybe I can see why. Third, ew — you’re basically my sister.”

“Right back at you."

“Well, it’s not like they would believe either of us even if we tried to tell them.”

Marinette shrugged. “You’re right, but still. Ew. Disgusting. I love you but like, I’d never date you unless it was to get a jerk to stop flirting with me.”

Jason just snorted and pulled Marinette closer to himself to be able to hug her. “Well, regardless, it’s how it is, and knowing who think so, it’s become a rumour at this point, and the entire school will probably think so within a week. We might as well make the best of it. We won’t even need to lie and say they’re right, just stay quiet and neutral about that specific matter.”

“Such as?”

“Well, for example, we’ll simply get to laugh at whatever outlandish theories they may have about how we got together as we ‘refuse to tell anyone’. Then, as everyone’s either scared of us or respects us, we can have them leave the Demon brat alone once and for all. I mean, he’s god knows how many classes below us, but it’s still the same school, and if someone thinks they’ve disappointed one of us, well.”

She seemed to consider it before her eyes lit up. “Yes. And we can also annoy the hell out of Dick, Damian, Tim and Bruce at home if we pretend to be a couple in love. Like, no kisses or stuff, and they know we’re not dating anyway so that’s good, but imagine the frustration.”

“Yes.”

❋❋❋

“Can you please not?”

“What do you mean, Dickiebird?”

Dick shot a pointed look at the self-proclaimed siblings acting like they were in love, holding hands the entire time, giving one another romantic gifts (chocolate in heart-shaped boxes, rose macarons and actual roses, mostly), and now they were sharing food.

They literally had platefuls of the same food, it was completely unnecessary.

So okay, Dick loved them both, they were like demon twins or something, but gosh, could they be frustrating. The two of them were definitely going to be the reason his hair went white one day.

Bruce’s hair too, probably.

Tim had already excused himself from the table after the third extravagant love confession accompanied by cheesy romantic music and too many red tulips and yarrows. Damian was gritting his teeth as he’d made a bet with Tim about how he wouldn’t be able to not yell or scream or raise his voice in general or make a scene at the dinner table for a week, and he was struggling. Alfred had simply sighed and went to get them more food, as well as a vacuum in case someone threw a glass at the wall.

He could actually see Marinette and Jason snickering under their breaths.

The only good thing about any of this was that Damian had said the kids who had called him a terrorist and used other racist remarks of him had come to apologise, looking like kicked puppies who were very afraid of their next move, as though someone scary would kick them again. He had some kind of an idea why this was happening, so maybe letting them be like this at least for a while was a good idea. It could make Damian's life a little easier, at least.

But, if Dick had any say in any of this (he probably did not), he was going to have a word or two with whoever had made his little siblings like this once he was sure Damian wouldn't be bothered anymore.

This needed to end.

(Maybe. It was also kind of funny. But still. He needed more cereal to be able to deal with this.)

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debbiechanclub · 4 years

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Best Two Out of Three, Part 1

So this started out as anon request for a Chuck Taylor or Orange Cassidy fic, and with the help of @hotyeehawman it somehow morphed into a monster 26-part Adam Page and Kenny Omega fic, with a lot of other folks thrown in. So if you’re finding this for the first time, the good news is it’s complete. Enjoy!

Best Two Out of Three

Synopsis: Orange and Chuck both want their friend Alex to accompany them to the ring for their matches at Double or Nothing - so Alex devises a contest.

Part: 1/26

Pairings: None really in this chapter, but hints at Kenny Omega x OFC

Warnings: Alcohol use, some suggestive language

Word Count: 2,512

Find the rest of the fic here.

“Are you sure it’s cool if I come hang out with you guys?”

Alex sent Kris a look like she’d grown a second head. “Of course it’s cool. I adore Chuck, Trent, and James, but sometimes I need to hang out with another girl.”

They walked into the hotel elevator and Alex hit the button for the fifth floor. It was the night before AEW Double or Nothing 2020, and the Best Friends were having a little get-together in their rooms. It was a much-needed opportunity to cut loose and experience a little normalcy in the midst of the pandemic, and Alex in particular could use a few cold ones to take the edge off. She was still annoyed with Kenny for giving the match against Kris tomorrow night to Penelope Ford instead of her. She rolled her eyes as the elevator doors slid open with a ding. If he wasn’t over at the arena pre-filming the Stadium Stampede match with the rest of The Elite and The Inner Circle, she might have marched up to his room and given him a piece of her mind.

“So who all’s gonna be there?” Kris asked as they stepped off the elevator.

“The usual suspects,” Alex answered. “My knucklehead stablemates, Scorpio, Frankie, Jack, Austin, and you and me.”

“No Maxwell?”

She smirked. “I told him he could only come if he brought Michael, and then we’d be over the 10-person limit for social gatherings.”

She let out a loud laugh. “So you totally invited Michael behind his back, right?”

“I did,” she confirmed. “But he politely declined.”

They arrived at Alex and Chuck’s room, and she slid her key into the electronic lock. “I’m back with an alien and beer!” she proclaimed as she opened the door—but she got no response. Chuck and James were embroiled in a heated debate; well, about as heated as James, a.k.a. the one and only Orange Cassidy, could get.

“Dude! Why would she come out with you for the ladder match?” Chuck charged.

James’s face remained as stoic as ever. “Because she’s my friend.”

Chuck’s eyebrows arched high onto his forehead. “She’s literally my best friend!”

Ever so slightly, James cocked his head. “Penelope’s probably coming out with Kip for it,” he coolly pointed out.

“Penelope is Kip’s girlfriend!”

“And Alex is my friend who’s a girl.”

“Hey!” Alex interjected as she set the case of beer on the floor. Everyone turned to look at her. “I’m right here.”

“Oh, thank God,” Trent breathed. “You need to settle this. They’ve been arguing since you left.”

Her face contorted with a mixture of curiosity and confusion. “About what?”

“About whether you should accompany Chuck and Trent to the ring for their match or Freshly Squeezed for his match tomorrow night,” Jack answered.

Alex blinked. “And why wouldn’t I just do both?”

“It’s the principle of the matter,” Chuck argued.

James didn’t so much as blink. “What he said.”

Kris snorted under her breath. Alex sent her a look. ��Do you see what I have to deal with?”

“Seriously, please put us all out of our misery,” Frankie groaned. “And can I get one of those?” He didn’t wait for permission as he eagerly picked up the beer case and tore into it. But Alex couldn’t care less; the wheels in her brain were turning.

She put her hands on her hips. “Well, there’s only one way to settle this, then: a contest for my accompaniment tomorrow night. Best two out of three wins.”

Chuck pressed his lips into a hard line, thinking. And then he said, “You got yourself a deal.”

Alex looked at James. “Orange?”

He shrugged—barely. “Sure.”

She clapped her hands together in excitement. “Then let the games begin, boys.”

* * * * * * * * * *

They couldn’t just play Rock, Paper, Scissors and call it a night; Alex was more creative than that. In order to be graced with her presence during his match, the winner would have to prove both his strength and wit—and round one was a good old fashioned relay.

“Alright!” Alex commanded everyone’s attention, a beer in hand. “These are the rules for round one. First, you must chug a beer. Second, you must complete twenty-five push-ups—real ones, none of that on-your-knees bullshit. Finally, you must braid either Jack or Austin’s hair. The first one to finish is the winner. Obviously.”

“I can’t believe I agreed to this,” Austin muttered.

“But you’ll look so pretty!” Kris proclaimed. He just grunted.

“Alright; Scorpio, I need you to count James’s push-ups,” Alex delegated. “Frankie, you count Chuck’s.”

Frankie laughed to himself. “That won’t be hard.”

“Shut it and give me a beer,” Chuck ordered. He already had his game face on. Alex couldn’t help but admire him for it.

Frankie passed one beer to Chuck and another to James. And then they both looked up at Alex. Waiting.

“On your marks...” she started. “Get set… Go!”

They simultaneously flipped open their drink tabs and started chugging as the room all cheered them on. Alex was genuinely interested to see who would finish first—but she wasn’t surprised when Chuck did. He crushed the can in his fist and tossed it aside just as James finished, and they both got into push-up position. Scorpio and Frankie both started counting; James was going nearly twice as fast as Chuck.

“Twelve, thirteen, fourteen…” Scorpio counted.

“Dude, he’s smoking you,” Trent commented to Chuck.

“Why aren’t you counting out loud?!” Chuck shouted at Frankie.

“Focus!” he returned.

“Twenty! Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five!”

James jumped up and ran over to where Austin sat on one of the beds. He separated his hair into three parts and started trying to braid.

“Twenty-five!” Frankie shouted. Chuck hurried over to Jack—and stared at his hair in bewilderment.

“How the hell am I supposed to do this? His hair is as big as he is!”

“Thank you,” Jack grinned.

He grabbed a chunk of Jack’s curls and tried to separate it from the rest; but before he could figure it out, Kris let out a shout. “Orange wins!”

“Fuck!” Chuck proclaimed.

Alex walked over to inspect James’s braid. Surprisingly, it wasn’t terrible. “Round one goes to Orange Cassidy,” she confirmed.

“Why do you know how to braid hair?” Chuck shot.

James just shrugged.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Alright, boys; time for round two: trivia.”

Alex paused for dramatic affect. Everyone in the room stared back at her, waiting. They were thoroughly invested in this idiotic competition she’d concocted, and she couldn’t be happier about it. “I’ve given our lovely galactic game show host,” she motioned to Kris, “five questions with their correct answers—all of them about yours truly. She will read each question aloud. If you know the answer, buzz in on your respective cell phones with the convenient buzzer app that Trent found; thank you Trent. If you answer incorrectly, the other person will have a chance to steal. First one to three correct answers wins.”

“Cool, let’s go,” Chuck said, his thumb hovering above the buzzer button on his phone screen. Alex pursed her lips; he was too competitive for his own good.

Kris cleared her throat and stood up straighter. She looked down at the hotel room notepad Alex had given her, and read out the first question. “Alright, we’re starting off with an easy one,” she prefaced. “What’s the name of Alex’s submission finisher?”

BZZZ! They both buzzed in—but James beat out Chuck by a second. “Orange?” Kris asked.

“Eighty-Eight Sleeper,” he answered.

“Correct!”

Chuck stubbornly sucked his teeth. “I bet you don’t know why it’s called that.”

James sent him a blank look. “Because it’s a Dragon Sleeper and she was born in 1988, the year of the dragon.”

“He should get an extra point for that,” Frankie piped up.

Chuck rounded on him. “Are you trying to sabotage me?”

“Alright, alright,” Alex intervened. “While that is why it’s called that, there will be no extra points awarded. It’s one-nothing James. Next question, please!”

Kris looked back down at the notepad. “How old was Alex when she started training?”

BZZZ! Chuck shouted out the answer before James even had a chance. “Nineteen! And she was trained by Jimmy Valiant in the same class as Adam Page!”

Kris sent her a surprised look. “Really?”

Alex nodded. “Yup. Hangman and I go way back. But like I just said, there’s no extra points, so we’re tied one-one. I appreciate your enthusiasm, though,” she grinned at Chuck. He didn’t acknowledge it; he was still in competition mode.

“Okay, next question,” Kris started. “Who was Alex’s favorite pro wrestler growing up?”

BZZZ! James beat out Chuck by a hair. But then he paused; he didn’t actually know the answer. “Eddie Guerrero?”

“Wrong!” Kris proclaimed. “Chuck, you have a chance—”

“CHRIS JERICHO!” he shouted before she could finish.

She blinked. “That’s correct.”

“How did you get that wrong?!” Scorpio said to James. “Chris teases her about it practically every time he sees her!”

He shook his head in a rare showing of emotion. “I blanked.”

“Okay. For the third and potentially final question,” Kris dramatically announced. She looked down at the notepad and preemptively laughed as she read the question to herself before stating it aloud. “Who does Alex totally want to punch in the face right now?”

“What?” Chuck and James both sent each other looks of confusion.

“I know it,” Trent muttered.

“OH!” It was as if a lightbulb went off above Chuck’s head and he quickly mashed his buzzer. “Kenny!”

“Yes!” Alex proclaimed. She muttered under her breath as she took a sip of beer, “I totally want to punch Kenny in his stupid face right now.”

“Well then, round two goes to Sexy Chuckie T!” Kris announced.

“YES!” Chuck pointed a finger in James’s face. “You suck!”

“We’re tied,” he flatly returned.

“Yes; indeed you are,” Alex returned. “And that means it’s time for round three --sudden death.”

* * * * * * * * * *

“Sudden Death” was nothing more than “Never Have I Ever.” But, quite frankly, Alex was a little nervous. She knew this group of people—and she knew they had little to no shame.

“Okay, these are the rules,” she explained. “We’ll play like normal—but Chuckie and Orange will be the only ones putting down their fingers. The first one to put down all three fingers is the loser of the round.”

“Okay, just to clarify,” Scorpio asked, “so whoever still has fingers up at the end wins the whole thing?”

She nodded. “Correct.”

“I don’t like this,” Chuck said, even as he held up three fingers. “Y’all are gonna say things you know I’ve done to make me lose.”

“Never have I ever been a conspiracy theorist,” Frankie smirked. Chuck didn’t think it was funny.

“Especially you!”

“Alright, he actually has a point,” Alex begrudgingly admitted. “Let’s keep it unbiased. Kris, you start.”

Kris put a finger to her lips in thought. “Hmm… oh, I know,” she smirked. “Never have I ever slid into someone’s DMs.”

Alex let out a loud burst of laughter. “Maybe if Trent was playing,” she commented.

“Jeez, Alex, just put me on blast,” Trent returned.

She just smirked and took another sip of beer.

“So neither of you have done that, either?” Kris asked.

“I’m the Kentucky Gentleman, Kris,” Chuck said as James shook his head.

She arched her eyebrows. “Color me surprised.”

“Alright, all fingers are still up,” Alex said. Let’s go to the right. Scorpio, you’re up.”

Scorpio deviously stroked his chin as he looked back and forth between Chuck and James. “Never have I ever… walked in on people having sex.”

There was an anxious pause—and then Chuck put down a finger.

Alex gasped. “What? Who?!”

He cringed. “Someone at my wrestling school back in Kentucky. It was gross.”

She crinkled her nose in disgust. “Well then. Your turn, Trent.”

He had a statement at the ready. “Never have I ever seen Alex naked.”

“DUDE!” she proclaimed. Meanwhile, Chuck and James both put down a finger.

Jack’s brow furrowed. “Okay. No judgment, but please explain.”

Alex rolled her eyes. “It was an accident, and I was only half-naked. They walked in on me while I was changing earlier.”

“That happened today?” Scorpio asked.

“Hence why I said it,” Trent smirked.

Alex’s cheeks burned. “Next!”

That meant Frankie was up. “Alright. Never have I ever… pissed myself during a match.”

“Oh, gross!” Kris laughed—and James put down a finger.

“What!” Alex proclaimed, wide-eyed. “Okay, now you need to explain.”

He pursed his lips. “Back when I was Fire Ant, Gran Akuma kicked me right in the bladder during a match. I drank too much water that night and a little came out.”

“Oh shit!” Chuck proclaimed. “I remember that!”

Alex and Kris looked at each other—and burst out laughing. “Okay, okay,” Alex eventually said. “You both only have one finger left. Whoever puts a finger down next is the loser.”

“Pressure’s on,” Jack said as he rubbed his hands together. He smirked. “Never have I ever drunkenly confessed my love for someone.”

“OH COME ON!” Chuck shouted as he put down his last finger. “You said that on purpose!”

Jack shook his head. “Dude, no I didn’t,” he said with a laugh. “I swear to God.”

“Who did you confess your love to?” Kris curiously asked.

Chuck looked sheepishly down at the floor. “Alex,” he muttered.

Kris’s jaw dropped as she turned wide eyes on Alex. “When did this happen?”

“After Double or Nothing last year,” she said.

“I was three sheets to the wind and we were in Vegas, alright?” Chuck explained before anyone else could put in their two cents. “Besides, I didn’t mean love like in love. I meant it like, ‘I love you, you’re my best friend.’”

Trent patted his back. “You keep telling yourself that, bud.”

“I did mean in that way!” he insisted.

“Okay, well however you meant it,” Alex interjected, “you lost the round, which means that Freshly Squeezed here has won the right to my accompaniment tomorrow night.”

Chuck pouted. “Man…”

“BUT.” Alex held up a finger. “We all know I don’t have the final say on that. It’s up to the EVPs and Tony.”

Chuck looked back up at her. “What? Then why the hell did you make us do all that?”

She shrugged. “Because it was fun.”

“It really was,” Kris agreed, and everyone else echoed the sentiment. Everyone, that is, except Chuck and James.

“If I explain to Kenny what happened tonight,” James started, “he’ll probably honor my victory.”

Alex’s eyes widened. “NO!” she proclaimed. “You’re hereby disqualified; I’m going out with Chuck and Trent tomorrow.”

“Yes!” Chuck raised his arms in victory. “You suck, Orange!”

The room erupted as everyone started arguing and talking over each other again. But Alex sat back, a contented smile on her face. The Best Friends really were her best friends and, in that moment, there was nowhere else she’d rather be.

#aew fanfiction #aew imagine #chuck taylor fanfiction #chuck taylor imagine #orange cassidy fanfiction #orange cassidy imagine #best friends fanfiction #best friends imagine #aew #kris statlander fanfiction #kris statlander imagine

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generaldisdainn · 4 years

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Protective

Kristanna Smut Week 2020 Day 4: Worship at the Altar

Word count: 2076

Rating: M

“Sounds like somebody’s jealous,” she teased.

“I’m not jealous. Just,” he stopped to think of a better word before finally settling on one, “protective.”

It wasn’t often that Kristoff was jealous. His Anna was beautiful, and he knew that men would want to try their luck with her. At the end of the day, Kristoff always knew that he was the one Anna would be going home with. So when a man flirted with her at a bar or someone sent her a message on her Instagram, as long as the person was relatively respectful, Kristoff didn’t pay it any mind. But every once in a while, someone said something that made his blood boil.

He and Anna had joined Elsa and Honeymarren out at a club. It wasn’t really Kristoff’s scene, but seeing Anna dance and laugh with her sister was worth it. Besides, the way Anna grabbed at him on the dance floor was something that made his knees go weak.

He was standing up against the bar, drink in hand, smiling as he watched Anna dance like no one was watching. She approached life with such enthusiasm, and tonight was no different. She swayed her hips to the music. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her.

“See those girls over there?” The man next to him had turned to his friend and was motioning to Anna, Elsa, and Honeymarren, all singing and dancing and laughing together.

Kristoff narrowed his eyes and hid his mouth in his drink, suddenly suspicious of what this man was going to say.

“Which one would you bang?”

“Out of all of them?” Both of the men looked sleazy. Kristoff didn’t trust him for a second. Anna was one to see the good in those around her, always offering people a warm smile and the benefit of the doubt when others would turn a blind eye. He loved that about her. But her belief in the good of all hadn’t necessarily rubbed off on Kristoff. He had learned time and time again that there were many people in this world who just couldn’t be trusted.

The first man started up again. “Yeah. I’d say the one with the silver hair is the sexiest, but she’d probably be too hard.”

The other man laughed. “Yeah. That brunette is sexy too though.”

“What about the redhead? She look easy to you?”

The other man shrugged. “I dunno. It’s hard to say. You might as well give it a shot.”

“That girl doesn’t look like she’s ever had a man show her a good time. I bet I could get her in bed, no sweat. Fuck her up real good.”

Kristoff slammed his drink down on the table a bit more aggressively than he had intended. The two men jumped a bit at the sudden sound and glanced up at him before turning back to each other.

“Ten bucks says I can take her home tonight. She’s probably desperate for it.”

That was it. Before the other man could accept the bet, Kristoff made his way to the dance floor.

Anna smiled and waved, jumping up and down and beckoning him over. “Kristoff! Come dance!”

He sidled past Elsa and Honeymarren and put a hand around her waist. His hand rested on the small of her back, and he wasted no time in taking her into a passionate kiss. His mouth traveled to her ear and he expelled a breath. He smiled as he felt her shiver against him. “Do you want to get out of here?”

Anna nodded.

She quickly told the others that they would be heading out. After hugs and goodbyes to Elsa and Honey, they were on their way to the exit, Kristoff’s arm wrapped protectively around her shoulder. He shot the men at the bar a triumphant glare before heading out the door. Fuck those guys.

“That was fun tonight!” Anna chimed once they got back to their apartment, removing her earrings and placing them on a table.

Kristoff only hummed in response, his mind elsewhere. He couldn’t stop thinking about those men at the bar, so bent on looking at her and thinking about touching her. His thoughts stilled as he felt a small hand creep up his chest.

“What’s wrong?”

She was so perceptive. There was no use in hiding it.

He ran a hand through his hair. “I’m fine, really. It’s just, some guys at the bar were ogling you and they were being jerks about it.”

Anna giggled and ruffled the hair he had just pushed back. “Sounds like somebody’s jealous,” she teased.

He swatted her hand away. “I’m not jealous. Just,” he stopped to think of a better word before finally settling on one, “protective.”

He saw Anna’s cheeks darken at that. They had been together for long enough by now that Kristoff knew she secretly loved when he got like this; protective of her. As much as she denied it, he knew she loved feeling wanted. Desired. He saw the way she looked at him even now, eyes sultry and low, bottom lip tucked between her teeth.

Despite the feelings his protective nature brought out of him, it wasn’t difficult to admit to himself that even he enjoyed it a bit. It gave him a sort of fire and passion. He loved ravishing her, loved hearing her moan and having her remind him that she was his and his alone. The jealousy was never negative, it merely brought out a more passionate side in both of them.

“There are so many men out there, Kristoff. Why don’t you remind me again why you’re the only one for me?”

She was playing with him. She smiled almost deviously at the way he clenched his hands at her words. She knew what he wanted, and she was intending to drag it out of him.

He dove at her, kissing her like he did back at the club, almost wishing there was an audience there to watch them here too. It was beautiful. Passionate. Heavy pants intertwined and hands pawed at clothes.

“Bedroom,” she said between breaths. “Now.”

Kristoff almost growled in response, his pants suddenly feeling far too tight.

She led him there and pushed him onto the bed.

Kristoff reached out to grab at his Anna, but she swiftly pulled away and sauntered ahead of him instead, swaying her hips just like she did at the club. This time, however, it was all for him.

“I’m all yours,” she purred. “This is only for you. Just sit back and watch.”

Kristoff reached out to touch her but she swatted at his hand.

“Don’t touch.”

She started at her chest, tugging at her shirt to let out her freckled shoulders. She swayed as she pulled her shirt up over her head revealing a black, lacy pushup bra that had Kristoff sucking in his breath. She pushed her breasts up and grabbed them in a way that drove him wild. God, she knew him so well. She turned around as she removed her pants, shaking her ass at him and showing him her panties. A matching set. Kristoff’s mouth was agape.

She straddled his lap and rocked against his hard cock. “Worship me,” she commanded. “I’m all yours.”

Kristoff moaned, unable to hold himself back at her words. He brought his hands to her hips, picking her up and throwing her to the bed. Love and devotion bubbled up in his chest. He almost collapsed on top of her, his lips desperately kissing her. A growl grew in his throat as he unclasped her black, lacy bra and threw it aside. He brought the supple flesh of her breast to his mouth and lapped at her. He knew just what movements brought moans out of her. He rolled her nipple between his fingers, using his mouth to ravish the other.

“Nobody knows your body like I do,” he groaned.

“I’m yours, Kris,” she huffed against him.

Kristoff moved his hands down her sides, not wanting to waste any time in making her squirm. He thought about that man at the bar, pride swelling in his chest as he worked her body in a way that that prick never would have been able to. He removed her panties, dripping wet as always.

He brought a languid tongue to her folds, not even bothering teasing her after she had just given him such an arousing show.

“If any other man were to take you, would he know to do this?” he teasingly challenged as he swiped his tongue up along the right side of her clit.

She bucked her hips and let out a shaky cry.

That was a spot that always made her moan.

“Or,” he continued into her folds, “would they know that when you’re being eaten out you like your clit to be taken into my mouth like this.” He did just that, drawing her clit out from its hood and gently sucking.

Her thighs tightened around his head.

“Or what about,” he began once he withdrew his mouth. “The way you want your hips held down as I slip two fingers inside of you.” He pressed down on her hips, canting his index and middle fingers inside of her and crooking them against her wall.

Anna cried out his name. Kristoff reveled in the knowledge that he was the one bringing those delightful sounds out of her, so incredibly satisfied to know that he was the only one who knew her body as well as she did.

“I know every little thing that makes you squirm, Anna,” he bragged as he took her clit in his mouth once more, fingers pressing inside of her. “You’re my queen.”

She moaned. Words affirming that she belonged to him tumbled out of her lips. Her fingers tangled themselves in his hair.

Kristoff groaned at the confirmation, lapping more eagerly at her folds, desperate to make her shake around him.

“Please,” she murmured. Her hands held the sheets taut as she writhed.

“What do you want?” he mumbled against her clit. He knew good and well what she wanted, but he needed to hear it. He needed to hear her need him.

“Inside. I want your cock inside of me. Please,” she was desperate, head thrown back against the pillow and hips canting up towards him.

“Anything for my queen,” he conceded, withdrawing his mouth and fingers from her. He chuckled as she whined at the loss of contact. She was so needy. It filled him with something primal and protective.

“Are you ready?”

“Fuck, yes, take me, Kristoff.”

Kristoff entered her with one swift motion, filling and stretching her with ease. Kristoff shuddered, feeling indescribable warmth now that he was inside of her.

He began, slowly at first, but then he picked up the pace, the headboard rocking against the wall as he fucked her.

“I also know,” he began through his pants. “That in order for you to cum you need me to touch you. Isn’t that right, Anna?”

“Yes,” she cried.

“Do you want me to touch you?”

“Please, Kristoff. No one has ever touched me like you do.”

He stroked her clit as he fucked her, feeling as her walls clenched around him. He was nearing his own peak.

“Kristoff, use me. Fuck, I want to see you cum on me. I’m so close.”

Those words threw him over the edge. She convulsed around him and he swiftly withdrew to paint her breasts with his cum. She was his. Deliciously, beautifully his. His and his alone.

Anna giggled as soon as Kristoff laid down beside her. “A tissue might be helpful,” she suggested, unmoving from where she laid.

“Shit, sorry.” Kristoff got up and handed her a tissue, helping her as she delicately wiped him off of her chest.

“It’s okay,” she sighed. “There. All done! Now come here and cuddle me,” she said after tossing the sticky tissues into a nearby waste bin.

Kristoff happily obliged.

“Was that okay? I just know how you get when you’re feeling protective and jealous and I thought that maybe—”

Kristoff silenced her before she could talk herself into anymore self-doubt. “Anna. It was perfect. You’re perfect. And god, it felt amazing.”

“It did?”

“Of course it did. I came, didn't I? And you know I love worshipping you.”

“You’re the only one who can make me feel like that, Kristoff.”

He nuzzled her chest, his heart swelling with pride. Any semblance of jealousy he once felt had long dissipated into love and reverence for his beautiful Anna.

#kristanna smut week 2020 #kristanna #kristanna smut #kristanna smut week #worship at the altar #mine

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steebharringt0n · 4 years

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snapshots of our lives | b.h x you

Sent away for a work conference, Billy finds himself snowed in at JFK Airport. Itching to be back home for Ava’s first Christmas he meets a mysterious stranger at the bar who might be just be able to solve his Christmas dilemma.

a/n: IT’S OFFICIALLY THE HOLIDAY SEASON AND I CANNOT CONTAIN MYSELF. this story gave me cavities, I’m not even joking, this is by far the fluffiest thing I’ve EVER written. (part 2 of shadows of the night will be posted later today ayy two stories in one day!)

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You pressed your head against the kitchen wall, twisting the phone cord around your finger. In the background you could hear Christmas music playing, Adam trying his best to help Ava decorate her Christmas cookies but she was more enthralled by all the colorful icing and sprinkles around her.

“No Ava, the sprinkles are for his hat!” you heard him pout. You could only imagine the only helping she was doing was shoving the sprinkles in her mouth.

You twisted your head around, frowning at your oldest child. “Adam, she’s only 8 months old, I don’t think you’re going to get too far with her”

You turned your head back around, trying to keep the conversation quiet.

“No luck huh?”

The other voice on the line sighed heavily, you could only imagine him rubbing his temples in frustration, “I’m sorry baby, I really am, I’m trying everything. This goddamn snowstorm came out of nowhere”

You glanced back at your children, both of them blissfully unaware that their father may not make it home in time for Christmas. You shakily exhaled, trying hard not to cry - you knew it would make it harder on him if you did.

Billy had been sent away to New York for a week for a work conference. He was due to be back on the 24th but New York got pounded by freak snow storm that stopped all flights back to California. So there he was, waiting around at JFK Airport, trying to kill time. His flight was already cancelled and he refused to pay for a hotel. He had some semblance of hope that maybe it would stop snowing and that he’d be able to see his kids and wife, but all of that went out the door when they predicted another foot of snow.

Worst of all, it was Ava’s first Christmas and he hated that he was going to miss her little [Y/E/C] eyes light up at all the toys Santa had bought her. He had already missed Adam’s Christmas recital, which fortunately for him you were able to catch it all on tape. But it still didn’t change the fact that he was thousands miles away from his family.

“I know Billy, it’s okay. I’ll tape everything - “

“It’s not the same Y/N ... I just want to be home, god, fuck this” he angrily muttered. He kicked the bottom pole of the payphone, his hands tightly gripping the phone in his hand.

“I know, I know. We just have to stay positive for the kids, for us. You’ll get home when you’ll get home okay?”

He let out another deep sigh. He felt so useless. “Yeah, I know, you’re right.” he paused, closing his eyes, trying his best to not let his anger get the best of him.

“I love you”

His body instantly relaxed at the sound of those three words. If there was anyone that could get him to calm down, it was you.

“I love you too”

A loud commotion and Ava’s ear-shattering wail suddenly broke your thoughts away from Billy. You looked behind you and saw sprinkles scattered everywhere,

“Ava noo!” Adam whined, hoping off the chair and picking up the now half empty sprinkles container.

“Is that our children causing havoc?” Billy questioned, a slight smile on his face.

“Ah yes, your daughter has a knack for knocking things over - Adam, no, Adam, leave it there, I’ll clean it up - leave your sister in her high chair - no, don’t touch it! Ah, okay, Billy hold on just a sec - “

You placed the phone on the kitchen counter, quickly walking over to the dining room table where Ava had her little hands thrown in the air, her mouth open as she let out piercing screams. Adam took the opportunity to run over to the kitchen, grabbing the phone and pressing it to his ear.

“Dad! When’re coming home?” he excitedly questioned, “I made a drawing at school for Santa. You, momma and Ava are in it, Mrs. Lori said it was the best picture she’d ever seen!” he happily babbled onto the phone.

His mouth spread into a grin as he heard his son’s voice, nothing in the world made him happier than his children.

“I sent the drawing to Santa in the North Pole, I told him that you went away for work and that you’d be coming back soon, right daddy? You’re coming home soon right?”

Billy’s smile dropped, he shuffled his feet nervously, uncertain on how he was going to tell his son that he probably wasn’t going to make it in time for Christmas. “Hey bud, I bet Santa’s going to love your picture, and I uh, I’m working on make it home okay? I’m going to try my very, very, very best to be home soon okay? You be good for momma, don’t forget to brush your teeth tonight”

“I promise I’ll be good for momma. Ava spilled all the Christmas sprinkles, we’re making cookies for Santa. We’re also making your favorite, the ones with the peanut butter” Adam said.

Billy swallowed thickly, trying hard not to let tears build up, “I can’t wait to try them buddy. Is your momma still busy?”

Adam looked behind him - in the last minute you had managed to clean up the mess and soothe Ava who was now happily resting on your lap, a teething ring in her mouth.

“No I don’t think so - “ Adam paused, “Momma! Are you busy?”

You let out a laugh as you walked back into the kitchen, “Say goodnight to your father, you’ll see him soon okay?”

Adam pressed the phone back onto his ear, “I love you daddy, I’ll see you soon”

Billy’s heart lurched, he had never hated snow more than this moment. “I love you too Adam. I’ll see you soon”

Adam then promptly handed the phone back to you, walking back to the dining room table to finish up his Christmas cookies. You carefully balanced the phone on your ear as one of Ava’s hand tugged on your hair.

“Hey, I’m sorry to cut this short, I gotta get them to bed soon” you wistfully told him.

Billy nodded over the other line, he twisted his other wrist to check the time. There was a three hour difference, it was almost 12 AM in New York, but almost 9 PM in California. You had let Adam stay up an hour earlier than usual since tomorrow was Christmas day, but you warned him that if he stayed up past 9 that Santa wouldn’t come because Santa only visits kids who are asleep.

“No, no I understand, I’ll uh, keep you updated if anything changes”

“Okay, I love you Billy”

“Love you too Y/N”

Billy slammed the phone back into the receiver, hanging his head low. He brushed a hand through his hair, walking back towards the gate where his plane was originally supposed to leave. He stared out at the large windows where a blanket of snow covered the runway. He then glanced up the TV monitor right above him, the word CANCELLED flashed brightly in red - as if it were mocking him.

He shook his head, making his way towards the bar that was still luckily open this late. He took a seat on one of the stools, raising his hand to get the attention of the bartender who was cleaning shot glasses. He then asked for some whisky, on the rocks. Alcohol always had a way to help soothe his emotional wounds, and right now he was hurting - bad.

“Alone on Christmas Eve? That doesn’t seem right” said a voice right next to him.

Billy glanced over, a large man with white hair and a white beard sat a couple of stools down. He too had a beer in his hand.

Billy shrugged, swirling around the drink, “My flight got cancelled. My family is in California, it’s my daughter’s first Christmas and I’m going to miss it” his voice was undeniably sad as he took a sip.

The large man nodded at him, “I understand. It’s hard to be away from your family during the holiday season”

Billy let out a dry laugh, “I hate being away from them at all. I uh, never really had the best Christmas’s growing up, but my wife, she’s absolutely amazing, she makes all these Christmas decorations, and my kids, oh man ... “ Billy paused, trying to keep his emotions at bay, his thumb twists his wedding band, “It just sucks you know?”

The man raises his hands, “No, no I totally get it” he then decides to scoot down towards Billy, taking the stool right next to him.

“Name’s Kris by the way” he extends his hand.

Billy glances up at him, he looks oddly familiar, but he takes his hand anyway and gives it a shake, “Billy, or Bill, whatever floats your boat”

“So uh, Billy, tell me more about your family. I’m sure it helps talking about them” Kris said.

Billy takes a large gulp of the whisky before he continues to talk, “I met my wife in high school, she was a quiet little thing. I was a little punk, don’t know how she put up with me, but I’ll forever love her for doing so” he smiles as memories of the two of you back in Hawkins flood his head.

“We had my son about 5 years ago, Adam’s his name, he’s a little clone of me, he’s so incredibly smart and so kind, and Ava is my little one, just 8 months old. She looks everything like my wife, she has the cutest toothless smile that just brightens up anyone’s day” Billy is grinning at this point, his hand continues to swirl the alcohol in the glass.

“I had a really bad childhood growing up ... I had given up on people, I wasn’t a very nice person. But my wife gave me this amazing family, something I never thought I was able to have. She changed my life, my family changed my life” there’s a pregnant pause, “I’d give anything to be with them right now”

He downs the rest of the whisky, trying hard to not let his emotions overtake him. He then turns to Kris, who was just smiling and nodding at him the whole time. Billy gives him a thin smile, “What about you? Do you have a family?”

Kris takes a sip of his beer, shaking his head, “Ah, my family is far away as well, but I’ll see them by the end of tonight. I’m just taking a pit stop”

Billy frowns, “A pit stop? Where you heading to?”

“Ah, so many places”

Billy lets out a snort, “Good luck, you’ll need a Christmas miracle to get out of here”

Kris gives Billy a sly smile, he then signals over to the large window that looked towards the airport runway. “Huh, looks like it stopped snowing ... “

Billy glances behind him and his eyes widen, he places his empty glass down and runs over to the window. There were already workers outside cleaning up the runway. A sudden loud voice comes through the speaker,

“Flight 342 to San Diego International Airport is now on a 3 hour delay. Looks like the snow has stopped for the rest of the night. Please allow our workers to clean the runway. Thank you for your patience”

A wide grin takes over Billy, his heart leaps with joy. He heads back to the bar to pay for his drink and to continue talking to Kris - but he’s nowhere to be found.

Instead he sees a picture sitting on his stool. With shaking fingers he picks it up. It’s a stick drawing of a family, a man with blonde hair, a woman with [Y/H/C] hair, a little boy and a little baby. His name, your name and Adam and Ava are written right above the stick figures. He flips the picture over, the name Adam Hargrove is written at the top. His eyes prick with tears as he reads the messily written letter,

Dear Santa,

Please bring my daddy home for Christmas. I miss him very much. I have been a good boy, I eat all my vegetables and brush my teeth every night.

Love Adam Hargrove

A sob escapes Billy’s lips as tears hit the picture. He looks around for Kris, but he’s nowhere to be found. His mind can’t wrap around the fact at what just happened, hell, it doesn’t make a lick of sense to him. He wipes his tears, taking a deep breath to recompose himself. He calls over the bartender,

“Hey! Did you happen to see a large man with white beard and white hair sitting here?”

The bartender shrugs, “No sir, it’s just been you this whole time”

Billy shakes his head, “There’s no way ... it can’t be ... “ he mutters to himself. He glances back down at Adam’s drawing, folding it up neatly and placing it in his coat pocket. He pulls out his wallet and puts down a 10 dollar bill. He tells the bartender to keep the change.

He walks over back to his gate, taking a seat. His mind still can’t believe what has just happened, and he still can’t believe that he’s actually heading home. He decides not to call you and tell you the good news, he wants to surprise the 3 of you.

As soon as he lands back down in San Diego, he hails down the first cab he sees.

It’s almost 8 AM when he finally arrives home. He promptly grabs his luggage from the trunk of the cab and walks up to his porch. He’s so excited he almost can’t contain himself. Grabbing the keys from his pocket, he unlocks his front door, opening it ever so carefully so that he can creep inside.

Instantly he’s hit with the smell of the peanut butter cookies Adam promised him. Christmas music is quietly playing in the background, he walks towards the living room where the tree is. He can hear chattering voices as he gets closer. He pokes his head in, a hundred watt smile on his face.

You and Adam have your back towards him, rummaging around through the presents under the tree. But Ava, all dressed up in her Christmas onesie, immediately notices her father. She babbles happily, clapping her hands as she reaches towards him,

“Da ... da!” she exclaims, her eyes wide and bright.

You turn your attention towards her, still not noticing Billy’s presence, “Ava, did you just say Dada?”

She reaches up for him again, and this time you finally look behind you and you let out a loud gasp.

“Oh my god! Billy!”

You jump up from the floor, throwing yourself into his arms. He welcomes your embrace, holding you tightly. You plant kisses all over his face as Adam leaps for joy, running towards his father and hugging his leg.

“Dad! Dad! You’re home!”

Billy has one arm tightly holding you, while the other is placed behind Adam’s head. You pull away from him, staring at him incredulously. Your mind still can’t process the fact that he actually made it in time for Christmas.

“I - I heard it was supposed to snow like crazy! What happened?!”

Billy shrugs, “I don’t know! It just stopped snowing! The craziest thing happened, you’ll never believe it”

You and Adam watch as Billy pulls out a piece of paper from his coat, he unravels it and holds it out towards the both of you. Your eyes widen, then your jaw proceeds to drop.

“Hey! That’s my drawing!” Adam exclaims.

Billy crouches down to Adam’s height, “I know bud, I think Santa gave it to me”

Adam’s blue eyes become wide, a small gasp escapes his mouth, “You met Santa?” he whispers like it’s a secret.

“I did, he helped me get home”

You pick up Ava who had been fussing the whole time to be picked up by her father. You hand her over to Billy, who then proceeds to give him sloppy kisses all over his face. She babbles excitedly at him, her little hands resting on his cheek.

Tears prick at your eyes, your heart swells at the sight of your husband and children. The rest of the day is spent opening presents, eating Christmas cookies and watching Christmas movies. Billy later explained to you about the mysterious man he met at the airport bar, still to this day you can’t believe how he was able to make it back home.

The both of you chalked it up as a Christmas miracle, and Christmas season at the Hargrove household became that more special to the four of you.

#Billy Hargrove #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove fanfiction

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elderkale · 4 years

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I wish you would write fic where canon diverges during or after the Utgard arc and the armored and colossal Titan reveal goes down differently. (there is SO MUCH canon divergence potential there? I and have only found ONE fic for it (aside from basic Ymir stay' fix-its)

You’re right and you should say it.

Got a bit off-track and ended up with 1K of sad Ymir. . . You choose the ending (I personally prefer the gays live but)

AO3

She couldn’t stay.

She knew she couldn’t stay.

But god (and wasn’t that a laugh), she wished she could.

The inside of the Titan was hot, and wet, and suffocating like nothing she’d ever felt before. The fleshy prison she was buried in scorched her skin through the rough fabric of her clothes, pulsing and throbbing like something alive with every beat of its shrivelled sandy heart. Like being buried in concrete, except the concrete was boiling and red and tugging her deeper and deeper like something desperate to devour.

Quicksand, then.

Shouting. All she could hear was shouting. Jean, Mikasa, Sasha, the bald one, Kris—Historia. Like horns blaring in the tiniest room of a baby’s dollhouse, words that rang and echoed and overlapped each other and set her teeth on edge. She clenched her fists and her claws dug deeper into Reiner’s shoulder.

Her cheeks burnt like it was being pierced with a hundred white-hot needles, and every movement, every breath, every shift so small Shadis wouldn’t have been able to pick it up the thing made pressed them in further, clawing past the boundaries of flesh and digging deeper, deeper into her. The skin around her eyes was a mess of charred black flakes and raw pink meat, and her eyes watered with the steam that came from more than just the healing. The salt was good for the burns, at least.

She wondered if Eren felt this way.

She wondered if the others did, too.

Historia was still clinging to her hair—clinging to her, her, not the others—and she held onto that like a lifeline, like it was the fraying rope that was the only thing between her and a death drop into a bottomless chasm that opened up to oblivion (because it was more than that, it was so much more).

Historia.

God, Historia.

It was a pretty name, Historia. Fit for a princess.

It suited her.

Bertolt was screaming. She said screaming. Crying, more like. Not sobbing, not quite. Just crying.

He was always crying. Always sweating, always shaking, bottom lip always wobbling like he was a kid who’d just found his goldfish floating belly-up in its bowl.

She listened. She didn’t want to, but she did.

That’s the problem with being at the top, see. There’s never anything to miss.

She listened and—

She remembered.

She remembered empty bellies and scraped knees and little feet caked with dirt and shit. She remembered broken glass and splintered wood and stones that bit like bug, or tiny bullets. She remembered wild dogs that might as well have been men, and men that might as well have been wild dogs. She remembered rumours, and whispers, and watching limp, broken bodies leaving trails of red in the streets that took weeks to wash away. She remembered children holding guns like they were dolls, and wearing armour like they were pretty dresses, and showing off the pointed star like it was a shiny new bracelet. Explosions that rocked the streets from miles away, and screaming that they had all pretended not to hear under the crackling of the flames. Pain, and fear, and burning yellow lightning seventy years ago, seven years ago, a night ago, five minutes ago.

Empty eyes and ragged blond hair like piss-stained straw.

Okay, then.

She let go.

She heard Historia (and maybe a few others, and maybe herself) scream, and felt a weight vanish off her shoulders. She didn’t bother to check whether she’d survived, didn’t check whether the Scouts had come after her (the Scouts, not the others—she wasn’t stupid enough to think she was one of them anymore. Not that she’d ever been, in the first place).

If the giant haggish rat she was stuck in was good for one thing, it was jumping.

The plating on Reiner’s nape split beneath her claws and the creature roared, throwing its head back. The Scouts scattered like little green flies as she clambered over him, biting here, scratching there, tearing out chunks of flesh and armour like moldy toenails when she got the chance.

It was what she was made for, after all.

There was a lot she could have done. She was spoiled for choice, really. She could have turned tail and ran, gone back. She could have kept going until the Armoured Titan was a steaming pile of ash and Reiner Braun was a red spot in the grass. She could have crawled out of her Titan’s nape and put her fists on her hips and laughed like they’d just shared a great joke. She could have stayed still and been crushed under a massive, plated foot. The possibilities were endless.

She didn’t do any of that.

Two screaming little things hung from Reiner’s chest, bouncing up and down as he flailed his arm, grabbing at her, like the world’s dumbest nipple clamps. One in blue, and one in green and still without fingers.

The angry one with the stupid hair went flying over her shoulder. She’d just hope Mikasa would catch him.

The tall one went in her mouth, and she went as fast as she could.

She could hear him roaring behind her, screaming after her in a language only he could speak, but everyone understood. Her tongue was wet with blood and the roof of her mouth was hot with steam, and the skinny one was thrashing around like a speared fish, an analogy helped all the more by the needle-like fangs speared through his shoulder, chest, and legs.

She felt the earth rumbling behind her. He was coming after him. Just like she knew (alright, guessed) he would.

The things worth corporal punishment for, eh?

She was faster, but she was also smaller, and his was stronger by far. He’d catch her, either eventually or soon. All depended on the man bleeding out in her mouth, she supposed.

It hadn’t been the dumbest plan in the world. She bet her right leg (again) the Survey Corps had tried worse. It was probably on the list for contenders of the worst executed, though.

Ha. Executed.

Maybe she’d fail. Maybe she’d already failed. Who knew. Maybe they were busy scraping the Titan-hating dunderhead off the ground and, somewhere, there was a kid being born who wasn’t going to live past puberty. Maybe Reiner would take the time to tear her apart limb by limb, then turn around and pick up right where he’d left off.

Maybe when she opened her eyes again, she’d be standing in that ashy desert, and she would kiss her under the light of a million lives.

Bertolt let out a scream like a wounded animal, and a shadow like a raging mountain fell over her.

She should risk life and limb more often, she thought. She didn’t remember the last time she’d managed to be this poetic.

#isayama said bury the gays and bury everyone else too while you're at it #ask #fanfiction #writing #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #ymir #historia reiss #yumikuri #reiner braun #bertolt hoover #imagine if i were this productive all the time #keep the asks coming i'm on a roll

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kuuhaiyu · 5 years

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no mercy au of deltarune where the player kills everyone in the dark world and susie thinks it’s a bad dream, until they both wake up and the player starts on the lightners too. susie tries to stop you. it doesn’t go well.

au by @krispdreemurr and dialogue by @starryeyedgiant! both excellent writers, so check them out!

transcript under the cut

[Image descriptions:

Page 1: Susie stands against a dark background. A white slash, like a sword strike, cuts through the panel, dealing 9999 damage. Susie half grins, half grimaces, and falls to the ground with a thump. Kris stands across from her, expressionless and sword dangling in hand. Susie kneeling and leaning on her axe for support, and her eyes are hidden in shadow.

Susie: You know, I really thought ... there was something good about me.

Page 2: Susie looks up, her single visible eye in shadow. Flecks of dust are flying up.

Susie: I thought, because I could fight...

The next panel shows an imagined snapshot of Susie hunched over with her back to the camera, wielding her axe. Her head is turned slightly so that her maniacal grin is visible. There are bodies lying at her feet.

Susie: I’d be the last one standing. The one who didn't lose everything.

The next panel, the reader views Kris slightly from above. Kris is standing against a black background, sword in hand and face hidden in shadow, and a white shadow stretches away from their feet and across the black background.

Susie: But I guess... that'll be you instead, huh?

Susie grins, showing too many teeth.

Susie: You're really something.

Now Susie is smiling a friendly smile. Her eyes are hidden by her hair. She is visibly starting to disintegrate into dust.

Susie: Hey. Kris.

Page 3: Susie forces herself to her feet, lurching towards Kris. Her axe disintegrates to nothing as she goes.

Susie: I wish we'd gotten to know each other sooner.

Susie: I bet we'd have gotten along.

She looms over Kris, grinning.

Susie: ‘Cause we're both killers.

She starts laughing maniacally, clutching her belly like this is the funniest thing in the world. Kris only stands there woodenly, unmoving.

Page 4:

Susie laughs some more. Her expression has changed into something angrier, more strained.

Susie: Haha! Hahaha!

She is still smiling, but she looks much more afraid. She holds her hand up to her face. Her hand is disappearing into dust. She laughs fearfully.

Susie: Ha... Ha...

And then she disintegrates into dust entirely, blowing away with the wind, leaving Kris standing terribly alone in the dark.

End description.]

#deltarune #delta rune #susie #kris #khy draws #comic #im really out here only making deltarune content of kris and susie huh

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always5hineee · 4 years

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Hell and Back- Chapter 18: Dashboard (Trial 24)

Word count: 1382

Chapter warnings: Mild language and Dangerous actions

[Please do not replicate any of the behaviors read in this book.]

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"Kyungsoo, you're next." Suho said curtly, pulling out his phone.

"W-what? Why me?"

"Why are all of you so hesitant? The earlier you go, the easier they are, right?" He said, anger hinting in his voice. Everyone was staring at him, a bit shocked. Obviously the car incident had put everyone on edge, but Suho was apparently not taking it as well as they'd expected. The man continued going off,

"And the restricted power Chanyeol, and he's one of the only other people who needs to take a second turn. So just go." Kyungsoo looked to the other members, and then to Y/N, but all of them were strangely silent. No one wanted to cross him, especially not like this. His eyes begged to get out of it, but Y/N wasn't really the strongest when it came to things like this. She gave him an apologetic glance before pressing his name on her screen. Suho had turned back away from them, arms crossed in a quiet stupor. Kyungsoo looked a bit overwhelmed, but he was hiding it well enough. Not like any one else was paying attention, anyway.

"Um, you're meant to crash a car." She said with a swallow.

"I... what?"

"Crash a car. That's what it says."

"That sounds dangerous." Xiumin said, rather obviously.

"Where are we even going to get a car to crash?" Kyungsoo asked, already overthinking it. "We've been using Kris's this whole time, but-"

"We are not crashing my fucking car." The man in question cut in abruptly. They had expected this, but he just wanted to be absolutely sure.

"Yeah, but we still need to find a car."

"Our best bet is some sort of junkyard or... stealing one." Kai posed. "We don't want to crash one of our own cars."

"Or we could buy a really cheap one?" Chanyeol offered. "That would be better than-"

"We don't have time to go through all that, and why would we buy a car just to crash it?" Kai argued. "Stealing one is the most effective option."

"I can hotwire a car. We just need to pick one." Kris said.

"Why do you know how to hotwire a car?" Lay asked suspiciously.

"You know the answer to that."

"Touché."

"Hey, can we focus?" Chen asked. "Where are we getting a car?"

"There's a nice blue corvette that always parks down the street from the studio." Kris suggested.

"We're not stealing someone's real car." Suho said, the first time he'd spoken up since Kyungsoo was offered his challenge. "We'll go to the tow yard. I'm sure someone's beat up, totaled car is just sitting around in there. Kris, you're driving."

"Yessir, chief." He muttered under his breath as they prepared to go.

Suho, using his GPS, directed them to a trucking yard not far from most of their apartments. Y/N had noticed it in passing, but she had never been inside. It was becoming late dusk as they pulled up to the gate, the last red whips of the sun fading over the horizon. The facility was closed. That was probably better for them, though.

Walking up to the gate, the crew looked at the padlock. Kyungsoo immediately began looking around for cameras, terrified getting caught. While experiencing interference from the law was an automatic loss for the trials, Y/N guessed that the true reason didn't lie in that fact.

"Does anyone have bolt cutters?" Kris asked in a low voice.

"Why would we have those?" Baekhyun asked.

"I mean, you would if anyone. Generally I'd have a pair in the car, but-"

"Why would you have those?" Tao asked incredulously.

"Calm down!" Kris put his hands up. "Just for changing the tires and stuff- they're multi purpose! Anyway, I'd rather not have all of us jump the fence, so..."

"Oh! Try this-" Y/N offered, pulling the Swiss Army knife she had been carrying around out of your pocket.

"That's perfect!" Sehun cut in before Kris could even grab it, swiping it out of her hand. Flipping open one of the thinner implements, he jammed it into the bolt, twisting it around a bit. Within seconds, the upper piece flipped open, leaving the chain to fall and the gate to swing open.

"How did you do that?" Baekhyun asked, eyes wide.

"You're one to ask, you're always unlocking the doors."

"Yeah, the easy ones, I need to know how to do that!"

"Maybe some other time-" Sehun said with a grin. "Let's go find a car."

As they traversed the lot, there were far more options than they expected. Some were parked their for fines, tows, totals, and everything in between. Kyungsoo was rambling about finding a safe car, while Kris was just looking for the easiest one to steal. The man ended up walking over and popping the hood on a 2012 Kia Forte. Not an attractive car by a long shot, but no one would miss it. It had a big gash down the side, likely totaled, but other than that, it was in working condition, proved by the roar of the engine as Kris fiddled under the hood.

"Oh, score!" He said with a smile, "They haven't pumped the gas out yet, half a tank- plenty to crash a car."

"Where are we going to crash it, though?" Kyungsoo asked, picking at his thumb and looking to the side. "It needs to be away from people so no one gets hurt, and not in sight of a camera or a patrol or-"

"Man, chill out." Lay groaned. "Let's just do it here."

"What?! We-"

"Actually, that's not a bad idea." Chen pondered. "If we go somewhere else, we have to take both cars, and then they'll see the stolen car on the traffic cameras and all that. Plus, it's a waste of time and gasoline to drag both cars along, especially since none of us wanna be in the car with you when you crash."

"Good point," Suho said. "Just run it into the cinderblock wall on the end of the lot. You'll be fine."

"This is ridiculous!" Kyungsoo said, nearly stuttering. "I can't even build up enough speed to adequately 'crash' the car in-"

"It'll be fine," Tao said. "Keep your foot on the brake and rev the engine up a bit before you let go, then drive into the wall. The airbags should get you and the front will take most of the damage. Wear the seatbelt."

"I..." He didn't really have much of a choice. Tao consoling him as he got in the car, he pulled it into reverse, the brakes jerking a bit. The car was obviously not in top condition, but it would do for this little event. Everyone backed up, not exactly sure how things were going to turn out. They heard the engine rev, just as he had suggested. They all watched in anticipation, barely breathing as the car fell backwards, then rocketed towards the wall.

It happened in a matter of seconds. Slamming into the wall, she screeching of metal caused Y/N to cover her ears, scrunching up and leaning over into a half-ball. The boys didn't react much better. As soon as the vehicle had come to a stop, they rushed over, looking at the wreckage. The entire front of the car was completely smashed, with the forward hand slightly scrunchy all the way down. Pulling on the doorhandle, Xiumin tried to open the door, jerking on the handle. Seeing that it was jammed, Chanyeol pulled as well, causing it to finally crack loose. Grabbing his arm, Kai tried to help him out of the vehicle as the man covered his face with slightly watering eyes.

"Are you okay?" Lay asked.

"Airbag caught my nose-" Kyungsoo said, air hissing through his teeth.

"Oh, let me see-" He said, pulling his hands away to reveal a clearly broken nose, blood slowly dripping down his face. "Ouch, hold on." As Lay put his fingers over Kyungsoo's nose, Suho looked to Y/N.

"Was that good enough for the trial?"

"Yep, moving on. Who's next?"

"I'll go." Xiumin said. "I haven't gone since the tabasco sauce."

"Alright, that's settled." Suho said, gesturing to her. "No time to waste, it's getting dark. Let's go."

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Keep it a Secret - Part Two - Kristie Mewis x Reader

Sequel to Keep it a Secret

The next morning the Kristie woke up with Y/N in her arms, she smiled, settling back down to enjoy the last couple minutes before their alarm would go off. Y/N had moved herself as close as possible in her sleep, both hands coiled tightly in Kristies shirt, head resting on her chest. It was the same position they had fallen asleep in; they hadn’t shifted the entire night somehow. Both knowing the other needed the physical contact in their unconscious state.

Kristie began to apply pressure to Y/N’s shoulders, encouraging her to slowly wake up. Y/N groaned and turned her head to nestle her nose in closer to Kristies neck.

“Time to wake up gorgeous,” Kristie leaned down, brushing her lips against Y/N’s ears, placing a delicate kiss to the tip. Y/N smiled, nestling closer. “I know you’re awake goof,” this time biting the ear.

Y/N giggled, biting Kristies neck. Hands loosening on the shirt, shifting her weight, and pressing herself up to stare in the blondes eyes, “thank you,” she whispered leaning down to kiss her.

Kristie slowly opened her eyes, a soft smile on her face, “for what?” she whispered back just as softly, not wanting to break the quiet bubble they made.

“For being you and letting me have my weird freak out yesterday.”

“I love you Y/N,” Kristie reached a hand up and ran a thumb across Y/N’s bottom lip, “you can have as many freak outs as you want and I will be with you for all of them,” she leaned up and kissed Y/N.

Y/N followed her as Kristie leaned back down on the bed, kissing her on the forehead. They were startled out of their softness as their alarm went off. Kristie leaned up, kissing Y/N one more time before pushing her off and began getting ready for breakfast.

Christen smirked when she watched the couple walk into the banquet room. Y/N had her hand on the small of Kristies back, Kristie leaning into Y/N’s side, chin tilted up and smiling at something said between them. The pair continued along the buffet, oblivious to anyone else in the room. Christen was happy at how much better Y/N looked today, more relaxed, more comfortable in herself.

The couple sat down next at the same table this time, both instinctively sliding closer to each other. Rose squinted at them, “you guys are being weird.”

“Good morning to you too Rose, I did have a good sleep thank you. How about yourself?” Y/N answered, sarcasm thick in her tone, smiling at her.

The table all laughed, Rose sulked back into her chair, arms crossed.

“Seriously, you guys don’t see it? They’re being weird.”

“Of course they are, they’re always weird, just like you,” Sonnett shrugged, grinning.

Rose huffed, no one would join in her teasing.

“Stop pouting Rosey, we can make fun of Sam when she continues to not know these two are banging,” Lindsey said flippantly, shrugging one shoulder, and taking a bite of her breakfast.

Kristie dropped her fork on her plate, “you guys knew?”

“Yea, Y/N’s shirt was inside out when we came to your room yesterday.”

“And Kristie had serious sex hair.”

Y/N and Kristie opened and closed their mouths, looking back and forth to each other, look at everyone at the table. Rose sat up straight, slamming her hands on the table, “what? You guys knew and didn’t say anything?”

“We thought you knew,” Mal shrugged. Everyone remaining indifferent at the table, Kristie and Y/N still shocked everyone knew.

“Why are you guys so calm?” Y/N squinted at them.

“Meh, we’ve matured,” Sonnett said casually, not looking up.

“They have a bet, well bets,” Mal rolled her eyes.

“You’re betting on us?” Kristie whipped her head to the blonde defender.

“Tattle tale,” Lindsey smacked Mal’s arm, “ugh, yes, we were waiting to see how long before you were going to tell us. Slash, how long before Sam would figure it out on her own.”

Y/N leaned back in her chair, “how’d you figure it out? When did you figure it out?”

“Last night. Inside out shirt,” Sonnett pointed her fork at Y/N, then shifted it to Kristie, “sex hair. It wasn’t hard.”

“So how long has this been a thing?”

“Like you said, last night,” Y/N grinned, if they were going to bet on them, they weren’t going to make it easy.

Kristie smirked at her girlfriend; she knew what she was doing. They had agreed last night that they would just be themselves, not over think their actions. They weren’t going to announce it or outright confirm it, but not actively hide it.

“What was last night?” Sam asked as she sat down with her own breakfast.

“Y/N and I snuck out for ice cream,” the midfielder answered her sister.

“Kris, you guys know that’s against the rules! You guys could get in so much trouble,” Sam chastised them.

“Sam don’t worry about it, we needed a date night, it’s been too long,” Y/N leaned back and rested her arm on the back of Kristies chair.

Everyone’s eyebrows shot up, not expecting Y/N to be so blunt about her response.

“I get it, friends need friend dates, didn’t expect Y/N to be a friend date kind of person,” Sam softened.

“Could she have friend zoned both of them any harder?” Lindsey leaned and whispered into Sonnetts ear, both smirking.

Conversation shifted while everyone ate before leaving to get ready for training.

“So obvious do you think we can do before Sam figures it out?” Kristie leaned into Y/N’s side while they rode the elevator up to their room.

“Based off the friend zoning she did at breakfast, we could probably make out and she would think we are making out as friends,” Y/N placed a kiss to the top of Kristies head.

“I’m always happy to make out with you,” Kristie smirked, slipping a hand under Y/N’s shirt, scrapping her teeth along her collar bone.

“We are standing right here, go back to pretending you aren’t together,” Rose gaged.

Y/N tugged Kristie closer to her side, while smirking at the small midfielder.

“Are we going to need to carry a spray bottle around?”

“Be quick! Bus leaves in 20 minutes.”

They all separated to their respective rooms, Kristie making a point of sliding her hand down to grip Y/N’s butt while they walked in front of them.

“You’re alright with how that went?” Kristie asked once they were alone in their room, her tone gentle while she stared into Y/N’s eyes.

“Yea, they handled it so much better than I expected. I thought they would have teased us way more than they did.”

“It’s coming, they can’t behave for very long. But seriously, I know we talked last night, and you said were alright with this, I just wanted to make sure now that some people know,” Kristie scratched her fingers on Y/N’s stomach.

“I am, I know they will be insufferable soon, but I’m ok with it. I am insanely proud to have you as my girlfriend, and now I get to show off how much I love you. I am still worried about how Sam will be, she loves you so much and is so protective of you,” Y/N groaned when Kristie squeezed her hips.

“Sam will see how incredible you are to me and how happy you make me. She’ll freak out because she’s Sam, but don’t let it get to you,” Kristie placed a delicate kiss to Y/N’s throat before pulling away to get ready for training.

“Really?” Rose rolled her eyes when she saw Y/N carrying Kristies training bag to the bus.

“What?” Y/N furrowed her brow, she always did little things like this for her girlfriend. She every bit the cliché ‘gentle-person’.

“Will you carry my stuff too?” Mal tossed her bag at Y/N, who let it hit her chest, she stepped over it, gently guiding Kristie to the entrance with a hand on the small of her back again.

“I think that’s a no Mal,” Kristie called over her shoulder.

Everyone could see the change in the pair for the rest of the day, but no one said anything, just happy that the couple felt comfortable enough to be themselves around the team. There were the odd teasing comments thrown out to them, but it was all just their way to show they approved of the relationship.

“Such a gentleman,” Sonnett sassed while she watched Y/N pull out Kristies chair with one hand as they got to the table for supper.

“You bet she is,” Kristie smiled at Y/N, running a hand down her arm while she sat down. Y/N smiled back, the two briefly lost in their own world.

“Hey! Love birds! There are other people at the table,” Lindsey threw a piece of ice at Y/N.

Y/N blushed and sat down, Sam continued eating, unaware to the interactions around her.

“Aww I forgot to grab some of the brussels sprouts,” Kristie set her fork down and started to stand up. Y/N set her fork down, pushing Kristie to sit back down, and wordlessly made her way back to the buffet to get a separate plate of brussels sprouts.

“She just does stuff for you without you asking?” Mal asked, head tilted to the side, “Dansby never does anything like that for me. Why they hell am I jealous over you and brussels sprouts?”

Kristie smiled and nodded, watching as her girlfriend made her way back to the table. Y/N set the plate down, sat back down with a soft smile to Kristie who leaned over and placed a kiss on her cheek.

Sam squinted her eyes at them, darting between them both. Taking in the smile Kristie was giving Y/N, the way Y/N filled Kristies water glass before topping up her own. She dropped her fork to her plate with a loud clang, “no,” her face was hard, serious.

“No what Sammy?” Kristie tilted her head, confused at how serious her sister suddenly was.

“You two,” Sam shot a hand up, stiff pointed finger moving between Kristie and Y/N, “no!”

The commotion had started to turn heads toward their table. Sam had dropped her hand, but was staring hard at Y/N. The smile on Y/N’s face dropped, hands crossed in her lap, shoulder rounded in. Christen slowly pushed her chair out, ready to intervene for her sister if needed.

“Sam,” Kristie started, glancing to Y/N and back to Sam, she rested a hand on her thigh attempting to ground both of them.

“No,” Sam harshly cut her off, “I don’t care what you say. You are not fucking each other.”

Everyone recoiled at the aggressiveness Sam had behind her tone, the tension radiating off of her, the glare she was shooting Y/N, it was all unexpected.

“Sammy, it is way more than ‘fucking’,” Kristie’s voice was soft and timid, she had expected Sam to be outraged but not angry about it. Kristie tried to reach for Y/N’s hand, only for her to tug it away, she looked to see how sunken her girlfriend was and now noticing that everyone was watching them. “I love her Sammy, she loves me too.”

“I don’t care, you can do better,” that brought Y/N’s head up, she got sucked into the glare Sam was giving her.

Y/N gave one small nod, looking down, she turned slightly to Kristie, “it’s fine, all good, I’m going to go head to bed.”

Y/N was up and walking towards the door before Kristie had a chance to stop her. Christen was immediately out of her chair and following behind her.

“Sam,” Sonnett cut in, “you’ve seen them all day, you know how good Y/N is.”

“You said it yourself Sonnett, Kristie could do better.”

“I was kidding Sam!”

“Y/N is amazing to me Sam, there is no way I could do better than her. I love her. I’m going to go fix this, don’t fucking talk to me until you get your shit together,” Kristie had stood up, staring hard at her sister, she took hard fast steps to the stair well.

Upstairs she found Christen walking out of the room. She went to the rush past, when Christen stopped her with a hand on the arm, “she went for a run.”

“Fuck,” Kristie groaned, running a frustrated hand through her hair, “how was she is?”

“Quiet, she wouldn’t say anything to me when I caught up to her.”

“Fuck,” Kristie repeated, she knew Y/N was going to internalize this, there was no mincing what Sam had said, it was the exact thing she had been worried about. Kristie paced the room, she had no idea what to say to Y/N when she would get back, and that it would probably be a while before she would be back.

Christen came over and pulled Kristie into a hug, “let me know when she’s back safe and if you guys need anything. And, I, just, be gentle with her. I know you know, but please take care of her.”

Kristie nodded against Christen before the forward left the room. She tried sitting for a bit, sent a text to Y/N to check in on her, only then seeing her phone on the end table. When sitting didn’t work, she took to pacing the room, eyes darting to the door at every sound she heard in the hallway.

Finally, after two hours, the door opened slowly, Y/N stepped in. Kristie took long strides to the door, immediately pulling Y/N into her, fingers gripping her shirt, bringing them flush together. Their momentum pushing them against the door. Y/N slowly wrapped her arms around Kristie, allowing the smaller woman to pull herself closer.

“I’m going to go for a shower,” Y/N said softly as Kristie pulled away.

“Wait, Y/N, can we talk first?” Kristie kept her close, both hands still holding the shirt firmly in her grasp.

“I just want to shower and go to bed Kris,” Y/N mumbled, attempting to pull away.

Kristie hesitated, before letting her go, stepping back and taking her shirt off, dropping It to the floor and walking into the bathroom and turning the shower on.

“What are you doing?” Y/N leaned against the door frame, her voice low, all emotion gone. Ignoring that her girlfriend was shirtless and clearly going to shower with her.

“Showering with you,” Kristie said it like it was the most obvious thing, continuing to remove her clothes, then stepping forward and starting to tug Y/N’s shirt up.

Y/N remained pliant the whole time, not saying a word while Kristie undressed her, allowing herself to be tugged into the shower. Kristie wordlessly stood behind Y/N and began to lather body wash into her shoulders, digging her fingers into the tense muscles. She moved one hand up to Y/N’s neck, gripping the column of her neck, sliding it up and down, earning a deep moan. Her other hand moved to her hip, thumb pressing hard into the dimple there. She trailed the hand on her neck, fingers pressing individually to each vertebrae. At the base, she slid both hands to along her hips, squeezing before moving them up the sides.

“Fuck Kristie,” Y/N moaned, leaning back so Kristies chest was flush against her. Kristie pushed them forward to rinse the soap off. Once clear, she scattered kisses across the width of her shoulder, whispering praises between each kiss.

“You are smart,” kiss, “you are hilarious,” kiss, “you make me feel safe,” kiss, “you protect me,” kiss, “you are genuine,” kiss, “and most importantly, you love me,” the last kiss lingering on the back of her neck. Kristie wrapped her arms around the taller woman and splayed her fingers across her belly, just letting them stand under the spray of the shower.

After a minute Kristie pulled away, keeping on hand on Y/N’s hip while she stretched to reach for the shampoo. Hands only leaving Y/N’s body to pour the shampoo into her hand, then beginning to massage it into her hair. Y/N moaned and tilted her head back, encouraging Kristie to scrap her fingers into the skin.

She turned them to rinse her hair, bringing them chest to chest. Kristie repeated her action of kissing along Y/N’s collar bones.

“You are beautiful,” kiss, “you are considerate,” kiss, “I love you,” kiss, “and most importantly, I can never, never do better than you.” She let the last kiss linger on the underside of Y/N’s jaw. Kristie glided her hands up to the back of Y/N’s neck, forcing her to tilt her down, bringing their foreheads together, “I love you,” she whispered before pressing closer for a soft kiss.

Kristie reached around them and turned the water off, then stretching out of the shower curtain to grab a towel and wrap it around Y/N, before doing herself.

Y/N was still quiet while they got ready for bed, but the tension was gone from her body.

Kristie laid in bed first, then forcing Y/N to lay on top of her. Hand guiding Y/N’s head to rest on her chest, she resisted slightly, but gradually eased into the hold.

“I love you Kristie,” Y/N whispered softly, her voiced muffled by Kristies shirt.

“I know you do, love, I love you too,” Kristie whispered back, kissing her hairline.

Kristie ran her hand up and down Y/N’s back, feeling as Y/N’s muscles slowly loosened as she fell asleep.

The next morning, Y/N was still quiet while they made their way for breakfast, she attempted to pull away from Kristie, only for the midfielder to forcefully tug her back.

“Kris can I talk to you?” Sam cautiously approached the couple.

This time Kristie did let Y/N pull away, “only if you are over yourself.”

“I am,” Sam rushed out, reaching to grab her arm before she could even think of pulling away, “I am, I don’t know what got into me yesterday. And then literally everyone yelled at me yesterday. I am so sorry, I know Y/N is good for you, you’ve been so happy the last couple months. I’m guessing that’s because of Y/N. No one will ever be good enough for you, you are amazing, but Y/N can come pretty close.”

Kristie watched her sister, giving her a calculated stare, determining if she was genuine. She nodded after a second, “but you owe Y/N a massive apology Sam.”

“I know, of course I will talk to Y/N. I just wanted you to be happy and with someone who took care of you. And if that’s Y/N, then I support it, not that you needed my approval, but I approve. Y/N is really great, and you guys are great together.”

Kristie immediately pulled Sam into a tight hug, “thank you Sam, now go fix my girlfriend.”

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