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Part 3 of Cheering Her Up (A Float)

f!/nb! reader x regina george

CONTENT:

Word Count: 3203

The morning after the party

You and Regina go spend time in the pool together (you brought a duck float)

Regina shoves you in the pool

a little bit of suggestive flirting

some comphet/internalized homophobia/weird mixed signals type stuff

you're bonding with Kylie (Regina's little sister)

very mild angst/one-sided pining (at least you feel like its one-sided)

Part 1 of Cheering Her Up

Part 2 of Cheering Her Up

Part 4 of Cheering Her Up (coming soon maybeeeee??)

a/n:

sorry i've been missing in action for like 2 months, life's been sucky. Also I tried writing some smut for the end of this chapter but I decided to move it to the next chapter. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it (I'm not necessarily happy with this chapter I just was bullshitting around a little)

OH ALSO i'm like about halfway done with that wine drunk fic with Leighton do expect that soon :]

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In the morning, since you were slightly hungover, you didn’t wanna cook and Mrs. George went out for some errands, so you and Regina went out to get breakfast. You gulped down two cups of coffee to help with your head, then asked her to drop by your house to get your school bag. “Gina I’m gonna take a bit, I’ve gotta find something. I’ll drive back to yours soon” You got out of the car.

“Okay, bye loser, I’ll see you there,” She said and then drove off.

You walked inside and you had to explain to your dad you were fine and you just needed to grab some stuff to do homework with Regina. He was indifferent about what you did or didn’t do, he just cared that you weren’t arrested.

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"Your family gonna be out long?" You asked after about forty minutes of mutual silence on your phones. It was Saturday and you both finished the little homework you had over an hour ago, and you had this itch to take a dip in her pool again.

"Probably, why?" She asked

"I bought a pool float, just say it's for your sister. I'll leave it here" you said sheepishly.

She was unimpressed with your excuse "Mmhm, you know she can't swim well"

"Precisely why I got one, now she can enjoy the pool" You argued back

"Fine, let me get changed. I'll meet you down there" Regina got up and walked into her closet. "You've asked to swim in my pool so many times. At this rate, you should just join the fucking swim team" She said sarcastically, and you walked toward the hallway.

"Whatever, your pool is just nice to hang out in" You left her room and jogged down the stairs to your car.

Regina walked down the stairs after changing, holding two towels and water bottles, she saw you sitting on the ground in a sleeveless t-shirt and your boxer shorts, blowing up a fucking duck floatie. "Hey G" you were out of breath "I forgot my swim trunks"

She tsked at you “You brought a float, but not your swimsuit?" She left the glass door open.

"Uhhhh, yeah. I know I know it was dumb" She walked past you, flicked your forehead, earning an “ow” from you, and went to sit on the lounge chair. When you filled the entire float with air, you plugged the hole and held it above your head. "Success!" You put it in the water next to the edge of the pool.

It was a pretty big floaty, it could easily fit two people on it. You carefully climbed onto the float "Regina, get in on this" You put your hands behind your head and relaxed, closing your eyes.

"You look stupid." She said glancing up from her phone, she was taking a secret photo of you. Part of her wanted to replace your contact photo with this one, but she didn’t.

You opened your eyes and scolded her "Hey, you could've said no to the pool, just get on here. Don't let my hard work go to waste" She started playing music. Wordlessly she got up from her chair and sat on the float with you. "Wow, I didn't think you'd actually listen to me"

"I'm taking pity on you actually," She said conceitedly, you just flipped her off and closed your eyes again. So you both just laid there, basking in the last few weeks of warmth before the cold came in full force.

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The float had drifted from the edge to the middle of the pool. You had about twenty minutes of peace before you felt Regina's hands under your back and she shoved you off the float when you were least expecting it. A short cry of surprise was quickly muted by your head falling under the water.

You resurfaced and quickly grasped one of the flimsy plastic handles along the edge of the float while she was calming down from laughter "That was uncalled for!" you said "You find too much pleasure in my demise, Regina"

She faked her remorse "I would never do such a thing" she tilted her head to the side.

"Then can you help me back on?" you asked.

She grinned mischievously and crossed her legs. "No" she waved her hand like she was dismissing you "Swim along little duck"

"Fine then" You started to claw your way back up on the float, bending one of the edges and letting Regina sink in the water a little bit.

"Hey, what are you doing?!" Regina exclaimed as half her body was underwater due to your uncoordinated efforts. You finally got back on the float, you were on your stomach, and your head turned toward Regina. She was slightly irritated, and you just grinned at her. “You’re so annoying,” She said to you.

“You coulda helped me back up, you know? And if I’m so annoying, why do you still let me hang around?” your voice was playful. You decided to push the flirting a little more “You sure you’re just hanging around because you pity me? Is it for homework?” You shifted to lay on your side, head resting in the palm of your hand. “Or do you have a crush on me?” Your tone was joking but you were serious in your head.

Whenever you insinuated that your relationship was a little romantic, she would become testy.

Your words pushed on Regina’s nerves, but she didn’t let it show on her face too much. She rolled her eyes. “Dream on nerd, I could care less about dating anyone right now. I’m not really gay.” She hated when you’d say things like that because she felt turmoil in her chest about the relationship you had with her, she didn’t want to think about what it meant.

You knew her words were bullshit, the things she did with you spoke louder than words, but it still stung to hear her say that. You hid your disappointment and just said “Uhuh, whatever floats your boat Gina” She’s been like this throughout the entire situationship. Contradicting herself, going between acting like you were the only one in the world who knew her, or like what you had was nothing.

This wasn’t good for your poor heart, but you were a fool, a dumb, lovesick fool, and you couldn’t help it. You knew she cared a little though, so you clung to the moments she had let you in, where you held each other like nothing else mattered.

She deflected the topic of romance quickly, “Go check my phone, my mom and Kylie might be back soon”

“But it's all the way over there, and I just got back on” You whined but you got off anyway, since she had a point. You grabbed one of the handles on the float and tugged Regina with you to the edge of the pool.

Regina snickered at how quickly you complied “You’re so easy, baby” You tried to ignore her, but she continued. “So obedient” Her voice was suggestive and teasing, your face reddened and you felt her words go straight between your thighs. You glanced over your shoulder trying to glare, but it looked more like a pout.

You reached the edge, stepped up and out of the pool, and walked toward the lounge chairs, drying your hand off with a towel to not get her phone wet. You looked back at Regina, “She said she’s gonna be home in about forty minutes, and it was sent like 26 minutes ago”

“Mm, okay,” She sounded mildly annoyed since you only had the pool to yourselves for less than an hour. Regina wanted to thoroughly enjoy the last few minutes of solitude with you. She got off the float “Come here”

You walked towards her, stepping into the water again. Regina had a hand on your shoulder, and right when you grabbed her waist about to pull her in closer for a kiss, you heard Regina’s mom say loudly “Hey guys!” as she opened the front door. You both instantly moved away from each other and got out. Mrs. George was holding some grocery bags and Kylie followed behind.

You and Regina already dried yourself off quickly, you hung the towel over your shoulder and walked inside. “Hey Kylie” Regina greeted, and Kylie gave a curt “Hey” back and then walked up to you.

“Hi, Mrs. George. Hey little George” You smiled and then crouched down so you were closer to eye level with Kylie. You stuck your fist out and Kylie fist-bumped you.

“Hi, Y/N” She liked it when you and Regina were around. Kylie went on about her day to you. Regina was a little further away, and you made eye contact, Regina pointed at her sister and you, then mouthed ‘Traitors.’ You had to hold in your laugh and divert your attention back to her little sister. “Oh! And we’re going on a field trip to the aquarium in two weeks”

Before you could answer, Regina’s mom called you all over to the kitchen. “Kylie have your lunch” She placed a plate on the table and Kylie sat down. “You guys hungry?”

Regina looked at you, meaning it was up to you “No, I’m okay. Thank you” you said.

“Okay” her mom always sounded enthusiastic “Why don’t you invite Gretchen, Karen, and the new girl Cady to hang out with you guys in the pool?”

“Uh-” Shit, you blanked on excuses

Regina cut in quickly “Gretchen and Y/N aren’t really on good terms mom, I’d rather not get into it” Which wasn’t true, Gretchen was in one of your classes and you were good acquaintances, which is why you and Regina had to be extra careful around her. Her special talent for getting people’s information was really incredible.

“Oh, okay honey” She moved on obliviously “I’m going to run a couple more errands, do you mind watching Kylie, Regina?”

Regina took a quick glance at her sister who beamed at the idea of hanging out with both of you. “Sure, Mom” She wouldn’t show it much, but she really did care for her little sister.

“Great! I’ll be back around seven or eight tonight” Ms. George leaned closer to you “You both are welcome to drink whatever alcohol I bought, it’s in the fridge” She picked up her purse and left quickly. “Bye girls!”

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Regina had taken out the margarita mix from the fridge and took out two glasses. Kylie finished her lunch and then grabbed a juice box from the fridge, “Hey little George, wanna hang out in the pool for a little?”

“Sure!” She grinned and gulped down her juice box, leaving it on the table, then dashing up to her room to change.

Regina cleared her throat to get your attention, then held up the two glasses with ice, insinuating for you to drink with her.

“Again?” You rolled your eyes, she poured you a glass and handed it to you. You took it anyway. “Fuck it, it’s Saturday” You downed it quickly and placed it down on the counter, Regina smirked and poured you another without asking if you wanted more. “You’re gonna be the reason my liver gives out in my thirties, Regina”

She began to walk away, bringing the glasses with her “You could say no, and I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to sip it, not chug it” She stepped back out to the backyard, and then Kylie returned in her swimsuit.

“I’m ready let's go!” She skipped through the house and to the pool, and you followed behind. Regina had already settled on her lounge chair, drinking her glass. You sipped yours too, already feeling the burning down in your stomach. You heard Kylie gasp audibly at the sight of the float, then she whipped her head around to look at the both of you.

“I got you a duck float”

“Because you don’t know how to swim” Regina added under her breath, but Kylie heard her.

She defended herself “I know how to swim! It’s just hard.” You placed your drink down next to Regina and walked over to dip yourself in the shallow end, Kylie followed suit, and while the water only reached about a third of you, it went up over half of Kylie.

“Take it easy, you just ate okay?” You were trying to be mindful, and you pulled the float for her to grab “You can hold onto the float while you swim too, but your mom should really sign you up for lessons”

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Twenty minutes went by and you were trying to teach Kylie to swim more effectively, but you weren’t particularly great at it either, so you opted to teach her how to tread water. You were in slightly deeper water now so she could practice, but shallow enough that your feet still touched the floor of the pool. After a bit, you successfully taught her how to not drown. “Hey good job little George” She reached for the float handle to take a break.

“You want to get on the float now?” You asked.

“Yeah,” she said and you held the float for her as she clambered onto it, she sat cross-legged, then you let go to float on your back, still holding the float to not drift away. “Y/N,” Kylie whispered a little, “How come you’re not dating anyone?” You were taken aback a little bit and shifted to stand in the water.

“Uh,” you thought for a second, also whispering back despite being a good ways away from Regina “I don’t know, but I’ve been in relationships before. Why you being nosey, George?” You kept your tone light.

“No reason, I like to know things. Do you like anyone then?” She pried.

Her intrigue about your life was cute, so you entertained her curious antics a little “Mmhm, do you?”

She started to pry more “No, boys are stupid. What’s their name?”

You snickered at how similar Kylie was to Regina “You sound like your sister, Kye. Also, it doesn’t matter, you don’t know them anyway” you lied.

Kylie pouted “I won’t tell anyone, not even Regina”

“Okay, their name ends with an ‘A’” You whispered teasing her a little.

Both of your voices started to rise in volume, “That's not fair, there are so many names that end with ‘A’, give me something else to work with.”

“Nope, sorry Little George” She crossed her arms and frowned at you, “Oh come on, I bought you a float, you can’t be mad at me.”

Before either of you could continue your argument Regina cut in “Why are you upset Kylie?” She now sat at the edge of the pool with her legs in the water.

“They won’t tell me who the-”

You covered Kylie’s mouth quickly with your hand and into her ear “Don’t say anything to Gina, I’ll tell you later, I promise” You took your hand away from her mouth and held out your pinky “Please.” You didn’t want Regina to push you away, so you lied to yourself and tried to convince yourself that you could keep this casual. You both convinced yourselves this was casual.

“Fine” Kylie took your pinky, and you connected the tip of your thumb to hers locking the promise.

“Kylie, finish your sentence,” Regina said. Kylie glanced at her and then back at you, you held a finger up to your mouth, and Kylie zipped her mouth closed with her hand and pretended to throw an imaginary key away. Regina looked irritated, but if she found out you liked someone, she would force the answer out of you.

She was about to ask you, but then you copied Kylie’s gesture by zipping your mouth closed. “We’re sworn to secrecy”

She just rolled her eyes at you. “You’re such a child”

“Hey!” Kylie acted offended

You defended Kylie “That’s ageist Gina”

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Eventually, you went back inside it was about 5:30 now. “I’m showering first,” Regina announced “Use the guest bathroom to shower,” She told you.

“Okayy” You gave her a thumbs-up, she had filled your glass twice just 10 minutes ago, and you weren’t usually outwardly drunk, but your demeanor was more bubbly. Regina walked up the stairs and left you and Kylie alone.

“Hey you owe me” Kylie got your attention.

Shit, you should’ve just told Kylie you didn’t like anyone, or that you were still getting over your ex. “Kye, really?” You lay down on the floor, that last drink was hitting you, not enough to be visibly drunk, but enough for you to have a blabbermouth.

“Yeah,” Kylie sat down on the floor next to you. You heard the shower upstairs turn on.

“It’s a girl” You sort of liked playing these games still, it was mildly entertaining for you.

“Okay”

“Starts with an R”

“So my sister?”

“Don’t tell her little George. You get no more details” You whispered. You should not have been telling a little kid this, especially her sister. But you were tipsy and with no one else to confide in, you told her anyway. “If you tell her I’ll take that float back” You kidded.

She held out her pinky to you “I won’t tell, pinky swear” You locked your pinky promise again with her. “I kind of like this one guy in my class”

“I knew it, you little liar.” You sat up and ruffled her wet hair “So Kye has a crush huh?” She gave you more details about her crush. It was pretty adorable. Kylie detailed her crush being put in the same group for the upcoming aquarium field trip. Eventually she asked you more details about your crush on Regina.

“Why don’t you tell her you like her? You guys are always together.” Kylie asked you.

You hesitated when answering her question “Highschool social hierarchy is hard to explain, but being gay isn’t exactly great for your social status, plus I’m not exactly popular. And your sister–no one actually knows we’re friends aside from you and your mom.”

“But you guys are close friends, as close to Regina as Gretchen and Karen. And I think you are more fun to hang around than Aaron”

You smiled at her “I know, little George, you’re so sweet, but it’s hard to explain why I can’t tell her.” You couldn’t outright tell Kylie her sister was essentially very homophobic outside of the house. “Things between us are weird and complicated, but I don’t think she will ever like me like that, thats all”

Kylie frowned at that, you placed a hand on her shoulder “Don’t look so down. Trust me little George, it’s better she doesn’t know”

You both heard the shower shut off. Regina was in her robe and she peeked down the stairs seeing you and Kylie were still sitting at the bottom of the stairs talking. “Hey, what are you doing? Get washed up already”

You stood up, “That’s our cue,” you offered your hand to Kylie and helped her up “Go shower before the beast gets mad at us” Kylie let out a little laugh.

(lowk i kinda hate this may or may not delete/archive this)

#mean girls #regina george #regina george x reader #mean girls 2024 #x reader #fluff #renee rapp x reader #regina george x y/n #regina george x you #regina has comphet and it's confusing you #she sends so many mixed signals #also you're bonding with her little sister which is absolutely adorable

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strniohoeee · 6 months

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Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader ⚠️SMUT⚠️

Synopsis:(based off my request I got earlier) while on a weekend get away, Matt steps out to the hot tub after having some anxiety, and asks Y/N to join, but then things get heated, more than just the water💧

Warnings⚠️: This is a smutty imagine. There’s just sex that happens in a hot tub, but there’s no real kinky-ness. Minors GET OUTTA HERE

Song for the imagine: Agora Hills- Doja Cat

This is an 18+ imagine, so minors do not interact beyond this point⚠️

Laura had gotten the triplets, Madi and myself a cabin getaway in Boston so that we could all see eachother again after not seeing Madi for 3 months. Madi had flown in from LA, so after picking her up from the airport we immediately started driving to the cabin.

Matt was driving and I was in the passenger seat just jamming out to the music

“Y/N play Agora Hills” Nick said

“Fuck yes that’s my song” I said grabbing Matt’s phone and playing Agora Hills

Nick, Madi and I were all jamming and screaming the lyrics

“LOVE WHEN YOU HIT, AND SMACK TO, BABY LET ME LICK ON YOUR TATTOOS” I screamed, Matt looked over at me with a sly smirk

“WOAH I SAW THAT” Chris said pointing his fingers at us

“He doesn’t let me lick his tattoos” I said with a sad face

“You’re such a weirdo” Matt says laughing and blushing lightly

After he said that Looking for the hoes started playing by Sexyy Red

“SHAKE THAT ASS HOEEEEEE” I started screaming and Nick got on the seat pretending to shake his ass

“AYYYYY” I said turning around and smacking his ass

“Where’s my bills” Madi said pretending to throw cash on Nick

We were crying laughing at Nick's bizarre behavior, we spent the rest of the trip laughing and singing. Chris and I occasionally fighting because he thinks he’s right about everything

Eventually we get to the cabin and hop out stretching our legs, and grabbing our bags to head into the cabin

Once we get inside we run up the stairs to check the room situation. This is where we got confused. It was two bedrooms, one with 3 beds and one with 2 beds.

“What the fuck is this set up” Madi says laughing

“Who’s the idiot that did this” Matt said laughing

“Okay so I say me, Madi and Y/N in this room, and Chris and Matt in the other room” Nick said

“Why can’t Y/N be with me?” Matt said

“Uhhhh we’d prefer yall stay away from each other because yall are so feral” Nick said in a matter of fact way

“We are not” I said

“Mmm I beg to differ” Chris said

“You know what fine whatever” Matt said heading to the other room to set up his side of the room, Chris following after him

After we all settled in we decided to make something to eat for dinner, and watch some tv. This first night we just wanted to chill as the drive was kind of long up here.

“They got a jacuzzi” Chris yells as he comes running back inside

“SHUT THE FUCK UP” Madi says jumping up from the couch

“And it’s big too” Nick says looking out the window at the Jacuzzi

They decided to go into the jacuzzi but I wasn’t really feeling it, so I stayed in the living room watching Halloween 1978. At some point I went up to the room and decided to go to sleep.

After a while I opened my eyes to my phone buzzing. I looked around the room and saw Madi and Nick knocked out snoring slightly

I grabbed my phone and looked at the notification

Matt🥹

-hey I’m in the hot tub. Feeling up for it now pretty lady?

My heart flutter at the cute nickname he gave me

-Yeah I’ll be over in a few minutes :)

I got up and used the flashlight on my phone to look in my bag for my bathing suit, and once I found it I ran to the bathroom to change quietly. It was a deep forest green one piece that was super low cut, had the back completely open, and was cheeky style. It was a new suit that I knew would drive Matt wild

I put my pajamas back in the room and tiptoed down the stairs. When I got to the sliding door I could see Matt looking at his phone while I watched him like a creep. As I opened the door I felt the very chilly fall air nip at my skin, instantly shivering.

I stepped outside and closed the screen door, and walked over to Matt

“Hey baby” I said to him as I stepped up and into the hot tub allowing the warm bubbling water to soothe my shivering

“Hi pretty lady” he said putting his phone down

“Why are you up so late” I asked him as I walked over to him to sit next to him

“I was having a bit of anxiety for some reason, and decided to come to the hot tub and calm my mind” He said as I stroked his hair while looking at him talk

“What were you thinking about” I asked

“Nothing really just overthinking and I get anxiety, but I’m good now that you’re here with me” he says leaning into kiss me

After he pulled away I looked him with a sly grin

“Oh yeah” I said in a flirty tone

“Uhhh wish those dicks didn’t separate us” he said touching my arm and leaving kisses on it

“This is exactly why they separated us, we can not be left alone for more than 5 minutes without jumping on each other” I told him laughing a little bit

“How can I control myself when you look so beautiful all the time” he said leaning on my arm

“Well we’re alone now, and it’s 2am……we could have some fun” I suggested

“When you put it like that” he said biting his lip and grabbing me to sit on his lap

“Matt in the hot tub” I said after kissing him

“And why not?” He said kissing my neck

“Uhh seems unsanitary” I told him biting my lip as he kissed down to my breasts

“Kid, you’ll be fine” he said rolling his eyes and kissing my lips one more time

I had wrapped my arms over his neck and began to make out with him, slowly grinding my hips against his bulge

“Mmm fuck” Matt said throwing his head back a little bit

I took this opportunity to start kissing down his neck, lightly sucking in the areas I knew would make him putty in my hands

We continued to make out as I was grinding down on him, and he was groping my breasts

“Come on Matt I need you now” I told him giving him one last kiss

He slightly lifted me up, so he could pull out his dick, and then he pushed my bathing suit bottom to the side. Helping me slowly sink down onto his dick

“Fuck Matt I’ve missed this” I sighed into his neck as I slowly started grinding against him. He had his hands gripping my ass helping me

“Me too baby. Finally having some alone time” he said moaning as I clenched down on him

“Baby I’m getting tired” I said as my knees were starting to burn from scratching against the seat in the hot tub

“Okay pretty girl. Let me help” he said. I got off of him, and he turned me around walking me to the front of the tub, and he had me bend forward as he slid back into me. This made me grip onto the edge of the hot tub

“Oh shit Matt, oh my god” I moaned a little loudly as he was hitting all the right spots

“Shhh baby they can’t know” he said thrusting into me, and out of breath

Matt didn’t stop his ruthless pounding and my head fell down as I felt myself getting closer to my climax.

“Matt I’m going to cum please don’t stop” I told him gripping onto the edge of the hot tub even harder

For some reason this made Matt pound into me harder, and what I hadn’t realized was that my phone and three glass cups that Chris, Nick and Madi left behind were on the opposite ledge and were getting dangerously close to the edge.

Matt thrusted into me two more times at a vigorous speed, and on the third thrust all three glass cups, and my phone went crash onto the deck

“Fuck Matt. They might’ve heard” I said as he still fucked me

“No baby they didn’t don’t worry” He said getting close to his climax

“Oh Matt right there please” I said as he was hitting my G spot in such a delicious way

“I’m gonna cum” He told me, and I nodded my head leaning my head back in ecstasy. At the same time we both moaned out each others name and came so hard panting and gasping for air

“WHAT THE FUCK” we both heard as Matt was still in me and we were riding out our highs

“OH MY GOD” I screamed locking eyes with Chris, Nick and Madi

“What the fuck” Matt said as we both lowered ourselves deeper into the water so he could pull out of me, and pick his swim trunks back up

“What the fuck? We heard this big crashing sound that woke all of us up, and we thought someone had broken in” Madi says

“But it just turns out that loud sound was you two wild fucking animals fucking like your life depended on it” Nick said

“How much did you see” I asked embarrassed

“Lets just say your O faces are now engraved in my fucking head” Chris said starting to dry heave

“Exactly what I said. We can not leave them alone as they are like feral animals” Nick said

“Shut up and go away” Matt said flipping him off

“Yall I can not believe I’m about to do the walk of shame” I said getting up and out of the pool grabbing my phone off the deck

“Y/N spill all the tea please” Madi whispers to me as I walk past her, and into the cabin

“Sorry guys I truly did not mean for yall to see or hear anything” I said

“ITS TOO LATE” Chris said pretending to weep like a child

“My eyes are burning” Nick said

And Matt just walked in behind them and smacked them both

Matt and I both went upstairs to shower and change

And by this point it was 4am, so I decided to go to bed when I got a text on my phone

Matt🥹

-come lay with me?

-baby I won’t contain myself if I do I responded back to him

-true, okay get some rest, love you

-love you too matt

With that I ended up falling asleep, peaceful and sore ;)

The End

I know this one was short, but the request wasn’t too detailed, and I feel like how kinky can you get in a hot tub IDKKK, but I hope I didn’t disappoint @ whoever requested this 😚😚 My next Matt fic is going to be sad asffffff so get ready to cry

-J💅🏽

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lilsedge · 11 months

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The Judgement Day’s Girl (4)

Part 4

Warning: creepy guy?

Taglist: @judgementdayfan1 @rooskaya-yelena @iwanttoberich420 @teenagedramaqueenlisa @simpin4pixels @imagandom @eleamrsk @pixielostboy @werewolfbansheelove @pawspurpaw @stxrgvrlblog @myletitiawright @neptune-lover @thybulleric

Tuesday morning

Y/N is at the airport hoping that this flight won’t be delayed by much. She just wanted to get back to her home or her parents whichever one she ends up at first. It wasn’t long after her Starbucks breakfast at the airport her plane started to board.

She finally boarded her plane and found her seat. It was a middle seat. She hated the middle seats, but she ended up sitting there anyway. People walk by finding their seats. She plays on her phone until she hears, “Excuse me love, I sit at the window seat.”

She looks up and sees Rhea smiling at her. Y/N gets up letting Rhea in. The 3 boys had seats in front of them. There was an aisle seat left open, but was soon occupied by a random man. He doesn’t seem too bad.

The plane takes off to their next destination. The man next to Y/N taps her, “Hey I’m Sam you’re pretty cute can I get your number.”

This makes all the members of the Judgement day listen. Nobody should be trying to take their girl away from them.

“Umm, no sorry,” Y/N replies in a small voice.

“Well why not,” Sam questions and puts a hand on her thigh.

“It’s because I’m currently with someone else,” she says confidently.

“I don’t see anyone here that looks like you would be with, so why not let me have your number,” Sam keeps on trying.

“She’s with me buddy,” Damian speaks up, “so leave her alone.”

Sam sees the size of Damian and immediately takes his hand off Y/N’s thigh gulping. Y/N moves closer to Rhea. Which results in Rhea putting up her armrest letting Y/N move even closer. Rhea moves her lips to the smaller girl's ear, “It’s okay darling, we wouldn’t have let him try anything else on you.”

It makes the smaller girl relax a bit. Dominik looks back at the girls to make sure Y/N is okay. She just puts a thumbs up to him. The rest of the plane ride was pretty simple Y/N and Rhea cuddling basically the whole time while the boys would check up on them every once in a while.

They made it to the next airport where the Judgement day had to part ways with Y/N. They were going wherever they were going and Y/N she was going back home. She really didn’t want to go to her fathers, but her mom and her little sisters were there so maybe a visit won’t hurt. Y/N hopped on the next plane back home.

Wednesday morning

Y/N had made it back to her house pretty late last night not getting a chance to tell her mom that she had made it back home.

She was awoken by a phone call.

“Hello,” she says tiredly.

“Hey sweetie, it’s mom,” Beth replies, “are you going to come over today the girls miss you and your father wants to talk.”

Y/N sighs, “uhhhh, yea I’ll be there in a bit.”

“Ok bye sweetie, see you soon,” her mother hangs up.

Y/N groans as she gets up not really wanting to talk to her father, but she’ll do anything to see her little sisters. After she gets dressed she grabs her phone and notices a message from a group chat she was added into.

Unknown: Hey darling it’s us

Y/N chuckles a bit knowing who is all in the group chat. She doesn’t answer because she has to go to her parents house.

She walks into her parents house and immediately hears little feet running to where she is. The two little girls yell, “Y/N.”

Y/N pulls her sisters in for a hug, “Hey little munchkins.”

“Hey sweetie,” she hears a voice say it’s her step mother.

Y/N stands up, “oh hey mom.”

They hug each other. Beth says, “You’re dad is in the living room if you want to talk to him right now.”

Y/N nods her head before checking her phone.

Unknown: Amor are you ignoring us?

Y/N puts her phone back in her pocket not wanting to deal with two things at once. She took a breath before walking into the living room, “hey dad, how are you feeling?”

“I’m okay Y/N,” he replies. He never calls her Y/N is always sweetie. That’s when she knew she was in trouble.

The room is quiet until edge says, “What were you thinking on Monday.”

“I- I just thought I could wrestle again,” Y/N replies, “I mean I’ve been training over and over again. I haven’t wrestled since Judgement day beat you. I just wanted to get revenge for you.”

“But you would have gotten hurt,” Edge says.

“We don’t know that because I didn’t wrestle on Monday,” Y/N argues.

“You would’ve believe me. You’re not as strong as Rhea.” Her dad replies.

“Wait, are you saying I’m not good enough to wrestle,” Y/N’s voice gets quiet.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying Y/N,” Edge exclaims.

Y/N face drops. The atmosphere in the room changed. Edge tries to fix what he said, but that doesn’t change a thing. Y/N gets up to leave the room, “Goodbye dad, I’m going home.”

“Lyric Ruby, I’m leaving, come give me a hug,” Y/N exclaims from the porch. Her younger sisters come running to her to give her a hug.

“What are you leaving already?” Beth questions.

“Yeah I am, I just need some space away from Adam,” Y/N replies.

Beth just brings her into a hug, “okay sweetie bye, love you.”

“Love you too mom,” She replies before closing the door.

Few hours later

Y/N’s phone rings interrupting her crying session. She looks at the caller ID unknown. The crying girl just sets her phone back down, but before she can fully set it down she gets another call. From another unknown.

She sighs getting annoyed by whoever keeps calling, so she finally picks up, “What”

“Woah darling, what’s got your panties in a twist,” replies a female Australian voice.

“Sorry,” Y/N replies quietly, “why do you keep calling though?”

“Well,” Rhea says, “you’re ignoring our messages, you ignored Finn’s call like a minute ago.”

“Why did you message and call in the first place?” The crying girl questions.

“We wanted to check how our girl is.”

“What do you mean I’m not yours.” Y/N chuckles.

“Wait, are you crying,” a new voice asks.

“Rhea how did you not pick that up,” scolds another voice.

“Hey amor, it’s Dominik are you okay?” He questions.

Y/N almost starts sobbing again at the question but manages to reply, “mhm”.

“I have an idea,” Finn pipes up, “why don’t we have her on FaceTime so we can see if she’s okay.”

The other members of the judgement day agree with that. Y/N is the far opposite. She doesn’t want them to see how weak she looks. She silently freaks out about how she looks. Her mascara ran down her face. Hair in a messy bun. Clothes were just sweats and a hoodie.

“Y/N we are going to FaceTime you and you better pick up,” Finn says.

“Um guys I don’t think FaceTime is necessary,” Y/N chuckles nervously.

“Why not amor,” questions Dominik.

“It’s just I’m doing okay, so I don’t think we have to FaceTime,” Y/N replies, freaking out internally.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Damian questions.

“Positive, but I uh I have to go now bye,” Y/N says quickly. Y/N let out a big sigh. She knows the four of them will question her on Monday about it, but it is Wednesday so she still has time to be miserable.

Monday morning

Monday came around faster than normal. Maybe because Y/N was dreading going to raw. She would have to see the judgement day again and she doesn’t know if her father will be there or not because of his knee.

Y/N decides that she should just go to the gym. She doesn’t have to think about anything at the gym.

Y/N ended up being at the gym for longer than she wanted to be, but it’s okay. She showered and got her timmies (Tim Hortons) before heading over to Rogers place.

Y/N looks over the schedule to see who’s fighting tonight. Uncle Rey has a match against Seth. Damian has a match against Matt Riddle.

Turning around she bumps into someone. She looks up and her eyes widen in fear.

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This part might have been all over the place. I'm sorry if it’s not good enough. I have to work on two requests then it’s back for part 5.

#wwe x reader #damian priest x reader #finn balor x reader #wwe fanfiction #dominik mysterio x reader #rhea ripley x reader #wwe imagine #the judgement day

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sorastage · 9 months

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how to: seduce satan! (satan x reader)

(nsfw, you wear feminine clothing, you’re a bit of a slut, i call you a slut, he calls you a slut, you wear cat ears and a tail, sw**ring)

alright, first week in the demon world but there’s already a blonde boy on your mind. but he pays you no mind, it’s like you’re invisible! so how can you grab his attention?

step one!

find out his interests. what gets him… excited.

hm. books. cats. hating lucifer. easy enough…

you start to show up in the library everyday, making sure to get there before he does. you wear the most suggestive outfits you can. showing up in a negligee one day, you feel someone’s eyes burning a hole into your chest.

looking up, you see satan.

acting like you didn’t notice him at all…

“hiii satan! i didn’t know you were into reading…” you jump up, making your dress rise, letting him see your panties.

“uhhhh… library. yeah. i’m here. reading. i love books.” he starts to readjust his trousers before he walks out.

this will be easier than you thought.

step two!!

start to act clueless in front of him. a bit like a dumb slut. “accidentally” brushing against his crotch in the library. seeing him pet a cat and you start to pet the same one so your hands can touch.

dropping a book and bending over in a skirt. wearing no panties. that got him inside his room real quick.

step three!!!

you just have to reel him in now. really dial up the act.

so, you show up to dinner with cat ears and a tail.

no one talks until mammon says…

“mc what the fuck are you wearing? i can’t just act like i’m not seeing this shit.”

you just laugh. “trying something new mammon. you like it?”

before he gets to answer, asmo whispers,

“i know someone that would love it…”

satan starts to choke on his food.

“hahahahaha!!! i knew it! satan, it’s okay to admit it…” asmo continues to tease satan, trying to rile him up.

unexpectedly, he keeps a straight face. he doesn’t say anything.

when everyone starts to leave the table, satan whispers in your ear.

“i know what you’re playing at you dirty slut. come to my room in an hour and i’ll give you what you really want.”

he then walks off like nothing happened.

ah. what have you done?

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yes. i’m leaving this here. i know what you really wanna read…

i hope i’ll see you again ღ

thanks for reading ☆

#om! satan #satan x reader #satan x mc #satan x y/n #satan x you #obey me satan #obey me shall we date #obey me

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jj-maybank123 · 1 year

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ICU

JJ Maybank x Fem! Reader

Warnings: None

Author’s note: Hey!! I’m new into the OBX fandom. I fell in love with JJ and I wrote this quick thing :) Also, this happens in between them finding out John B is alive and them reuniting in Charleston.

Summary: Based on ICU by Phoebe Bridgers

The grass was cold against her warm sun-kissed skin. Y/N was lying on the front lawn of her house as JJ tried to pick the lock of the front door of her shitty house. What started out as an innocent get together at the Chateau had quickly turned into drinking, smoking, and a late night swim. It was around 2am when everyone left and JJ offered to walk her home, he had decided it wouldn’t be safe for her to walk alone even though it was just a couple of blocks and she had done it a million times before.

“JJ, leave it. I’m tired and I wanna sleep. I’ll just sleep outside,” Y/N groaned. “...or climb the window.”

They had been stuck outside of her house for about an hour trying to open a door. Her Mom was working a night shift and she couldn’t find her keys anywhere, after retracing her steps she deemed it a lost cause but JJ insisted he could pick the lock and asked for her hairpin. At first she stood beside him, even tried to do it herself, but after the first 30 minutes she decided there was no point in trying the impossible. However, JJ wouldn’t budge. He was convinced she had used a hidden key a few years ago to get them inside.

“You are not climbing anything, okay? You’re still drunk.” JJ placed his hands on his hips, his eyebrows furrowed and his hair slightly messy.

“I’ll just wait here until I feel fine enough to climb,” She insisted.

He sighed, before walking away from the front door towards her, “Okay, fine.”

She was about to say goodbye when JJ laid down next to her.

“I’ll wait with you.”

“JJ,” She said firmly, “Go home. You need to rest, you have work in like 4 hours.”

Their shoulders were just barely touching as they laid side by side, face turned so they could see each other.

“What if a bear attacks you?” he said.

“A bear? In the Outer banks?” He nodded. She rolled her eyes and laughed, “If a bear was to attack me right now I don’t think you’d be able to stop it. Leave and save yourself.”

“I totally would. You’re acting like I haven’t saved you before.”

“Please tell me when you’ve saved me.”

JJ shifted his body to be fully facing her. “That one time you fell off the swing and I carried you home.”

“That was like ten years ago-”

“When you almost drowned that one time last summer. When you fell from your bike. Yesterday, you made me go to your house to kill a spider. Uhhhh - Rafe! That’s a big one. Fought him for your honor. ”

“You got knocked out.”

“Yeah, after saving you!” He touched his chin with his pointer finger, “Let’s see what else.”

“Stop!” She was laughing, he wouldn’t stop naming the most random things he had done throughout the many years they had been friends.

“When you didn’t write that essay for Terry’s class, I called you in sick. Took the blame for the weed your mom found in your room, saved you from that too. When your tire popped in the middle of nowhere and John B and I drove all the way and fixed it. That one time you got so drunk I snuck you into-”

“Okay! Okay! I get it! You’re my knight and shining armor and I can’t be without you. Please stay.”

His eyes softened, “Always.”

He laid back down and a comfortable silence fell over them. They both looked up to the sky. It was a clear night, and they could see the bright stars shining above them. The only thing that could be heard was their breathing and grasshoppers chirping, but neither felt the need to say anything. They didn’t have to.

She was close with the other Pogues, of course, but it was different between her and JJ. They had always been comfortable around each other, no need to pretend. In many ways he knew her better than anyone else, even herself. To her, JJ was it. She had been in love with him since she was old enough to think and for a long time she thought maybe it could be mutual. That somehow JJ Maybank could love her back.

The last couple of months had been crazy, between finding the ship, gold, and John B being declared dead. But even with all the craziness, Y/N had never felt more alive, for the first time she was doing things for herself and not thinking about work and her mom. Somehow this summer had brought them closer together and things began to change between them. Stolen glances, lingering touches, excuses to be together for longer...everything was great but she couldn’t help but want more.

“I feel like I didn’t start living until a few months ago,” Y/N broke the silence. JJ looked at her slightly confused.

“What do you mean?”

“Like I’ve been dead for years, you know? Not literally, but I was always pretending to be someone I’m not. But not anymore.” Not with you. “Like my life began the moment that we found that boat. I mean, sure the whole thinking-John-B-was-dead thing was horrible but it led to kinda great things and for the first time in so long I feel happy. But I’m so scared that things will suck again.”

She paused but JJ didn’t say anything, he just stared at her. Suddenly she felt stupid for opening her mouth.

“I’m sorry that makes no sense. I’m just thinking out loud. It’s probably the alcohol.”

“No, no. That makes all the sense in the world,” JJ sat up, “It’s like everything is so great now and I feel like it won’t last or that I’ll ruin it the way I always ruin things.”

“You don’t ruin things. Don’t say that,” She sat up and looked at him with so much care. How could he ever think that?

“Yeah, well, that’s not what my Dad thinks,” he said, “He always goes on about how I ruined his life and how I don’t have a future or that I’ll end up in jail.”

“I hate your Dad,” she said and she meant it. She hated the way he talked to him, she hated having to ice the bruises he’d give him. “Don’t listen to him. He has no idea what he is talking about.”

He avoided her eyes and started picking the grass. “I don’t know about that.”

“Hey,” She gently cupped his face so that he was facing her, “I mean it. You’re amazing, JJ.”

“How do you know?” He asked.

“I see you,” Y/N said without a second of thought, “The way you truly are and it’s great.”

They stayed like that for a few moments, just looking at each other. Their eyes saying everything they didn’t have the courage to say. They had never been this close before, faces just inches away. She could see every detail of his face. How beautiful he was, the way his hair fell perfectly, a small scar on his forehead, his lips.

JJ looked down for a second before looking at her again, “That feeling that everything might go wrong… it disappears when I’m with you. I get the opposite actually, like everything might be okay.”

“Me too.” She spoke barely above a whisper.

Slowly, like gravity on a feather, they started leaning towards each other. Hesitation on both sides, knowing that kissing could change everything. That finally they could be transparent about their feelings, about how mad they are for each other, about how the real fear is about losing each other. Their noses touched, she could feel him breathing, his shaking hand came up to cup her neck. Y/N was leaning into his lips when suddenly he jerked away, his hand dropping.

Y/N was stunned. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t think. All she felt was her heart breaking as tears of humiliation and sadness filled her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” JJ said as he ran his hand through his hair, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” She said quietly, hoping her voice wouldn’t crack.

“No, it’s not. I always do this, I always ruin things. I’m sorry,” His voice rose a little bit, he was frustrated. He took a deep breath and said, “You’re my friend. I don’t wanna lose you.”

“You won't,” Y/N said after a few moments of silence. She had decided that the only thing worse than JJ not loving her back would be to lose him completely. Having him as a friend would be better than not having him at all. “You’re my knight and shining armor, remember?”

“You don’t need me to protect you.”

“Maybe,” she felt her chest tighten, “But I like it when you do.”

“Yeah?” His voice was soft and vulnerable.

“Yeah. You just have to learn how to punch better and forget the gun.”

JJ laughed, “I’ll work on it just for you.”

“Good.” She smiled at him.

Silence fell over them, only this time it was different. The things left unsaid and undone lingered in the air. Regret and curiosity plagued their mind. They became aware of their surroundings. Sitting further from each other than they usually would, heavy eyelids due to the lack of sleep, the warm summer breeze that wrapped around them and the lack of darkness as the horizon turned into shades of oranges and pinks.

“I should probably go to bed,” she said, looking at the sky.

“Can we just stay here for a little bit?” JJ’s voice was small, like he was afraid of asking.

He let out a breath of relief when she nodded. They laid on the ground again, shoulders barely brushing, hands millimeters away; so close yet so far away.

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj Maybank imagine #jj obx #jj x reader

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nightcovefox · 4 months

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Rabbids

I dunno why I wrote this- honestly I lack of inspiration to write-

Characters: Mario, Luigi, Peach, Daisy, Yoshi, Beep-O, Mari (R.M), Peaches (R.P), Lu (R.L) [Nickname], Rosa (R.R), Yosh (R.Y)

Ships(?): Mario x Peach and Luigi x Daisy (A bit)

Warnings: Mention about Guns- (Not sure that’s a trigger?)

Enjoy reading?

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“Honestly, I’m just worry about them Mario..” said Princess Peach concerned filling in her voice. Another beautiful day in the Mushroom Kingdom. Well, despite Rabbid seeking chaos. Good thing the Mario Bros along with Yoshi is here to help! Well.. They think-

“I know..” Mario muttered taking a sip of his tea. “They’re just small Rabbids, how could they do something dangerous?!” Daisy questions, taking a bite out of a plum tart.

Everyone at the table stopped what their doing. Daisy swallowed her tart, seeing her friends look at her. “What?!”

“ ‘Small Rabbids’?!” shouted Beep-O, “Princess! Two weeks ago Llewellyn got struck by lightning!!?”

“STRUCK BY LIGHTING?!” Peach shouted.

“YES!!”

“What-?! HOW?!”

“Well.. It started on a raining day..”

~~(Flashback)~~~~~

“Are you sure..?” Lu mumbled holding a shovel.

Peaches scrolling on her phone, “Yeah!! Just go up there on Peach’s castle and say the exact words I told you! Then just climb back down, like nothing happened!! Got it?”

“But what about Beep-O..?”

“Him? Busy talking to Rayman,” said Peaches pointing at Beep-O calling Rayman.

“Hmmm okay..!” said Lu as he walked inside Princess Peach Castle.

“I will and bye Ray,” said Beep-O as he ended the call. “Peach? Where’s Lu?”

“Hmmm, I dunno?” she lied.

“Like at all?! It's pouring quite a bit.. I don’t want him to get sick-”

“ZEUS!!!”

Wait..huh?!

Beep-O and Peach look up and see Rabbid Luigi standing on top of the castle. Wait.. I’M SORRY WHAT?!?

“Oh! This is my cue!!” said Peach as she started taking a video.

“YOUR CUE ON WHAT?! LLEYELLN GET DOWN HERE!! RIGHT NOW!”

“Beep-O you’re ruining the whole video!!”

Lu couldn’t hear them. He continues on, “YOU DON'T HAVE THE B@LLS!!!” he shouted, raising his shovel up.

“Wait what..?” Beep-O muttered confused.

“ALRIGHT! YOU'RE DONE LU!! THANK YOU!!” shouted Peaches.

*BOOOM*

That was not a good sound-

“Uhhh.. RABBID LUIGI GET INSIDE! NOW!!”

“Sure thing Beep-O!” said Lu.

…Until Lighting strikes down on him.

“Holy shit!!! I CAUGHT THAT ON VIDEO-”

“OH MY @&$/^*#!!!”

~~~(Flashback ended)~~~~~

“I don't know, how he’s fine.. that's why I keep Peaches and Lu apart…” Beep-O muttered.

“Oh dear..”

“Mama mia..”

“THAT WAS SO COOL!!”

Beep-O blink. “What??”

Peach looks at her friend unamused.

“Uhhhh.. Sounds terrible.. Really bad.” said Daisy changing her words.

“What about Mari? Has he gotten in some kind of trouble?” Peach ask Mario.

“Uhhh..he found a shotgun?” Mario mumbled. “Oh, I remembered that..” said Luigi, shifting his cap to cover his face. “OH MY GOD!! MARIO!! LUIGI!!-” Peach exclaimed, but was cut off by Mario saying, “No one got hurt!!! Just found it..?”

~(Flashback)~

“Gosh, I’m so full bro,” said Luigi patting his belly. “Me too, I’ll drive you can sit on the fr-” said Mario but was cut off by his Rabbid counterpart saying, “SHOTGUN!!”

“Mari you have it on the way-” exclaimed Mario. As both brothers turned around seeing Mari holding an actually shotgun…

“AAAH!!!” they both screamed. “Guys!! I found a shotgun!! I also, want the front seat please!” as he charged it up. (I dunno how to explain it-)

~(Flashback Ends)~

“Still wondering, how does he know how to load it up…?”

“Well, I’m glad no one was hurt..” said Peach.

Mario and Luigi sighs as they both nodded.

“How about Rabbid Rosalina?” Daisy ask, “Did she cause some mischief too?”

“Actually no. She’s harmless. But somehow lock the public library..” said Beep-O, “Maybe I shouldn't let her watch Dective Toad..” he mumbled.

“Right… what about you Yoshi? Your Rabbid counterpart?” Daisy asks her reptile friend.

Yoshi’s head perks up.

>(Flash Back In Yoshi’s Head)<

youtube

(Play The Music If You Want)

“What do you have Yosh..?” Yoshi ask his counterpart.

“A KNIFE!!!” Yosh exclaimed, holding a toy knife.

Which Yoshi didn’t realize. “NOOOO-”

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“NO BITING ON OTHER YOSHI’S TAIL-”

“NO!!!”

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“WHO GAVE HIM A GUN?! WAS IT BOSHI?! I WILL BUY HIM A NEW TUB.”

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“Dear Nintendo… I did not deserve this..”

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“Maybe you’re alright,” said Yoshi, patting Yosh’s head. “Does this mean, I could have Yoshi cookies!!” said Yosh. “Nope! :D”

“ :< “

~~~(Flashback Ends)~~~

“Yeah, he’s okay!” said Yoshi yawning laying his head back down.

“Okay.. How about that punk Rabbid? What was her name..?” asked Daisy.

“Edge?” answers Luigi. “Yeah her! Does he cause mischief?”

“No. She doesn't cause anything. She’s more mature than the other Rabbids..” Mario explained.

“I see..”

“Speaking of our little chaotic friends.. Where are they?” Mario ask.

“Outside the garden.. Last I check..” said Peach.

“Really? I saw them in the kitchen?” said Yoshi.

“The Kitchen?-”

*BOOOM!!!*

The kitchen doors went open a Toad running out. “THE CAKE IS ALIVE!!!”

“KILL IT!!!” The Toads shouted.

“UNLESS WE EAT IT!! WHO’S WITH ME?!” Mari shouted.

“I AM!!” shouted Lu. “ME TOO!!” said Yosh.

Uhhh..

At least, they didn't blow something up?..

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Yes, I add some references/vines!

#m+rsoh #beep-o #mario rabbids #rabbid mario #rabbid peach #rabbid luigi #rabbid yoshi #rabbid edge #mario and luigi #princess peach #princess daisy #Yoshi #Toads #Vines #fanfic #m+rsoh fanfic #Youtube

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maxbegone · 11 months

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happy wip wednesday! i’d love to tell you what the word count is (a stupid amount) or if i’m close to this thing being finished (uhhhh probably not), but in the meantime, hopefully this will hold everyone over. ♥️ thanks as always to @rmd-writes

“Stay here,” Carlos commands gently.

He slips through the door before TK can protest with the ice bucket under his arm and hangs a right down the hallway.

He passes a group of stumbling girls laughing hysterically, drunk and unsteady on their heels, and he has to press his back flat up against the wall to avoid anyone tripping over one another. One of them has a bright pink, sparkly sash and a tiara with some sort of cheap, white fuzzy material on it — a bachelorette party.

He fills the bucket and returns to their room only to find TK sitting in the same cross-legged position on the bed as he was just a moment ago. His head is bowed as if he’s ashamed, hands in his lap and refusing to acknowledge Carlos as he grabs a few rags from the bathroom, dampening one under warm water. He looks so small.

Carlos drags the rickety desk chair over to him. “Look up at me,” he says in a whisper as he tips TK’s chin up with delicate fingers. He doesn’t, but the part of his cheek just under his eye is already starting to swell up, reddened. He has a busted lip, blood crusted over on the corner, and a small amount under his nose as well from when he got clocked.

TK barely winces as the rag full of ice comes up to his face, obliging when Carlos tells him to hold it in place.

“This should be your job,” Carlos mutters. “You’re the one with a nursing degree.”

TK just blinks lamely.

“Want to talk about it?”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“TK, you got in a fight.”

“And I got a few good hits in before you dragged me off the guy,” he responds, annoyed but unbiting.

“I’d rather you didn’t get arrested,” Carlos tells him. He dabs the washcloth gently over TK’s mouth and under his nose. “What’s the point of doing that, anyway?”

“Because that guy pissed me off.”

“Yeah, I figured as much. But something tells me you wanted to fight just to fight.”

TK scoffs. “Observant.”

“What’s going on with you?” He asks, ignoring TK’s pushback. “You would’ve pummeled that guy if I’d let you.”

“Maybe you should’ve.”

A beat, another dab with the cloth. “Talk to me.”

Nothing.

They both sit in silence as Carlos continues to tend to him. The cloth is tinged a pinkish-red, and the cut on his lip has reopened merely from the spot it’s in, but nothing about it seems concerning.

Not the injuries, at least, but he knows that whatever TK isn’t telling him has something to do with Carlos himself. They’ve been iffy since they left Blowing Rock, something they probably should talk about a little more, but as TK said himself, he doesn’t communicate.

When he finally catches TK’s eye, he looks sad and tired, if anything at all.

“You should shower,” Carlos tells him, leaning back in his chair. “You’ll feel better.”

But TK doesn’t move; he remains where he is with the makeshift ice pack against his eye, shoulders slumped and gaze cast downward.

“I’ll go first, then.” He stands with a sigh, hesitating before giving TK’s shoulder an encouraging squeeze.

He has his hand on the bathroom door handle when he hears from behind him, small and distant, “Carlos? Are we okay?”

It takes him by surprise, and at first, Carlos is convinced he’s hearing things. But then he sees TK staring back at him with big, glassy (and somewhat bruised) eyes, and he knows it was real.

“I’d like for us to be,” he answers, sliding his hands into his pockets.

TK slumps again. “I lied a lot when I was a kid,” he begins. Carlos doesn’t know where this is going. “About, like, everything. Where I was going, who I was hanging out with, if I was high. Didn’t always do well with that last bit.” He laughs humorlessly as Carlos stands there staring. “I had to turn my life around. And I did, luckily, thanks to my mom. I don’t think I’d be here right now if I didn’t.”

“TK,” Carlos tries, but he’s waved off.

“Please. Just…let me finish.”

He does.

“After that, I realized that I needed to be more honest. So when she died—” TK pauses, inhaling. “She um…I made a promise to her that I wouldn’t hold back anymore. If I had something to say, I would say it. If I was mad, I was gonna express it, and if something feels important enough, then I was gonna go after it.” He smiles up at him weakly, the ice-filled rag twisting in his hands. “I don’t think I have been.”

Carlos blinks at him, slowly as he absorbs everything TK has laid out for him in this vulnerable, late night moment.

TK’s bottom lip trembles as he meets Carlos’ eye, head lolled to one side, and it’s now, Carlos notices, that he’s wearing the small diamond stud earring. He must have put it in before they went out tonight.

He wordlessly reaches up and unlatches it, wiggling the backing until it frees. He reattaches the pieces and passes it from one cupped hand to the next so he can set it on the nightstand.

It’s a good thing TK didn’t get hit by his ear or else there might have been more of a mess.

“Thanks,” TK says, almost wordlessly. He’s still staring, eyes still trained on Carlos’ own.

He feels it before he says it: an impossibly hard wave of emotion to ignore, even as his throat catches. He reaches a hand up to toy with the lobe of TK’s ear, right where his earring just was.

Honesty…

“Tyler.”

It’s said softly, the weight of the word enough to anchor Carlos back into this little reality of theirs, yet sends a shockwave through him.

Who leans in first, he doesn’t know, but before he knows it, TK’s lips are on his own in one of the most tender-hearted kisses they’ve ever shared.

It tastes salty, and it takes a second to realize that he isn’t the one crying, but TK, whose forehead is now pressed against his as their noses brush together.

“I…I’m not sorry for that,” he hears, and Carlos leans back just enough to look at him properly. “I just needed to do that one last time.”

#wip wednesday #roadtrip au #911 ls #911 ls fic #911 lone star #lone star fic #tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #tarlos fic #woop woop!

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canyouhearthelight · 9 months

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Leather Houses, Chapter 1

Mike lives in the same small, boring town he grew up in. Then he gets a panicked call from his best friend, Joanie. What originally seems like her overreacting turns into a nightmare that starts to consume their neighbors - and possibly them as well.

Another horror story. Like any horror, there are some content warnings for this one. I’m going to try to tag them, but just in case:

Body Horror (pseudo. Not actually bodies, but potential trigger)

Emetophobia (nothing graphic or on screen, but referred to)

Memory loss/Gaslighting

Blood mentions

Death (off screen)

I was originally going to post the first half of this, since it’s 4 parts total, but I want to see how well this part does before I post any more, since it’s such a departure from what I’m known for on here.

It all started in the most mundane way possible: my best friend, Joanie, called me in hysterics. To be clear, she did this quite frequently. Joanie was prone to getting worked up over the smallest things, like spilling water on her shirt, losing her sneakers for the third time in a day…. any little inconvenience. Every molehill became the next Mount Everest when it happened to Joanie. The only reason it was tolerable was the fact that, when things really got pear-shaped? She was rock solid in an actual crisis. Just… not in the face of a stubbed toe.

As usual, I let her ramble until she ran out of breath. “Joanie. You know I can’t understand a word you’re saying when you’re this upset,” I sighed heavily. “Did someone send another letter about your house?” She had bought her first house about a year prior and immediately painted the exterior a glorious tangerine color. It made me smile every time I saw the absurd, shining beacon of her personality.

Her neighbors though? No smiles there.

A few sniffles came through the phone as she tried to calm herself down to a dull roar. “Michael. I know I sound crazy, but please humor me. Where is the closest grocery store?”

Confused, I played along. “It’s on the corner of Fourth and Maple. Right where it’s been our entire lives.” Sanderson, Vermont, clocked in at a robust 500 inhabitants, and not much in the way of shopping. Fourth and Maple wasn’t just the closest grocery store – it was the only one we had.

“And who owns it?” she demanded.

“Uhhhh… I guess Max MacReady does now, but his parents used to.” I sat down and rubbed the back of my neck. “Joanie, what’s going on?”

“I ran out of coffee, so I headed over there to get some more. Normal day stuff.” I prepared myself for her to tell me the store was out of coffee, and preemptively started telling myself not to strangle her. “But when I got there, it was boarded up.”

“Wait, what – “

“Boarded up, Michael. And it looked like it had been boarded up for years, if not longer.” She was starting to cry again, and stopped to take a couple more deep breaths. “I went to the library to ask Suzie Fuller about it, and she looked at me like I was speaking another language! She swore there not only wasn’t a store there, but there never had been. And she told me she never heard of any MacReadys living in Sanderson.”

“Joanie,” I groaned. “That doesn’t make sense. Everyone knows the MacReadys, she was just pulling your leg.”

“No. You don’t get to tell me I am over-reacting,” she nearly shouted. “I asked around. Unless the entire town is in on the joke, no one here has heard of them.”

“Joanie – “

“Check the phone book,” she demanded. “I’ll wait.”

Swearing under my breath, I decided to humor her. Sanderson had stopped printing phone books a while back, like most places I would imagine, but I had one from about twenty years ago under one leg of my kitchen table to keep it from scratching the floor. I managed to pull it free and tucked my phone back into the crook of my neck. “Okay. Looking at the M’s…..” I froze in my tracks. The list of names jumped straight from Mackintosh, Abigail, to Meyers, Thomas. “Maybe they’re unlisted,” I pointed out. “I’ll grab one of my yearbooks. Max was only a couple years ahead of us.”

“You think I didn’t try that, too?” Her voice was tinged with the kind of laughter that belonged at a funeral. “But go for it.”

It took a moment to find it, but eventually I had my high school yearbook from freshman year. I flipped through the sophomore, junior, and senior classes, trying to find a photo of Max, but to no avail. And it was clear that it wasn’t because his photo wasn’t taken – a handful of other students had placeholder silhouettes instead of actual photos.

Max just didn’t exist in the yearbook.

I was arguing with myself as much as with my friend at this point. “People don’t just stop existing,” I tried to explain.

“I know,” she sniffled. “But you’re the only other person I’ve found who remembers anyone in that family, or the store, ever existing.”

I was halfway through putting on my jacket before I even realized I had made a decision. “I’m going down there. This has to be some kind of prank.”

“A prank wouldn’t change a fifteen-year-old yearbook,” Joanie pleaded. “Or a phonebook that isn’t even being printed anymore.”

“I have to see it for myself. I’ll call you back.”

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On the walk over to the store, I constructed arguments in my head with whoever the person pulling this insane stunt was. It was so mean-spirited, so cruel. I couldn’t even imagine who in Sanderson was even capable of so thoroughly erasing someone’s entire existence. Or better yet, why? This was beyond witness protection level stuff – the movies always seemed like the person going into witness protection would ‘die’ and then suddenly a new person would move into a house across the country. I was so focused on trying to figure out who was doing this, and why, that I was startled out of my thoughts only by one thing.

The door to the store wouldn’t open.

I realized that I had, on autopilot, walked all the way to the store and attempted to walk in like I had done thousands of times over the years. But the door was locked, in broad daylight. I gave it a couple more, experimental tugs, but it remained firmly closed. A closer inspection showed a lockbox covering the deadbolt, the kind that realtors used when they were showing houses.

Slowly, I stepped back and looked around. Joanie hadn’t been kidding when she said it had been boarded up for years. The signage was gone, paper lined the windows on the inside, and a few roofing tiles had blown away in one lopsided patch over the entrance. Even the windows, which had been pristine and well lit the day before, showed yellowed cracks in a couple of spots – the kind of cracks that came from age and temperature changes, not from vandalism. In one corner, close to the bottom of the glass, I found a place where the paper had been chewed away by a rat or something. Kneeling carefully, I cupped my hands around the hole and peeked through.

What I saw sent me running in a panic to Joanie’s house. When I got there, she opened the door while I was still pounding on it and yanked me into the house. Now, I was the one babbling incoherently on her couch, while she poured me a glass of water and waited for me to stop. The inside of what had been my neighborhood grocery store the day before, was covered in decades of filth and rodent droppings. This wasn’t possible.

“While you were seeing for yourself that I was telling the truth,” she glanced at me pointedly, “I did some digging. Tax records, births and deaths, anything I could try to dig up online about the MacReady family.”

“Praise Google,” I murmured.

“Hold the hallelujahs,” she warned me. “Even online, they don’t exist. The store never existed, either.”

“Except it did.” I was about to fall to pieces. “We both remember it.”

“I know,” she sighed. “What I don’t understand is why we are the only two who do.”

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Joanie and I spent every spare moment we had for the next week trying to find anyone else who remembered the grocery store being there, or any clue as to what was going on. Online research was more frustrating than helpful; we kept finding information about something called the Mandela Effect. Except, this wasn’t a moment in history that we weren’t part of, or the title of a kids book, or a TV show that we may have made up or mis-remembered as kids. This was several generations of a family that suddenly vanished without a trace except the memories of two increasingly-frantic people.

Right when we were forced to give up asking questions or risk being hauled away to a hospital under a psychiatric hold, the entire story took another horrible turn: Suzie Fuller, the town librarian, vanished next.

She didn’t disappear from one day to the next, like the MacReady family seemed to. It was a Saturday, and I had arrived at the library early with a goal of digging through old newspapers on microfiche to see if anything similar had happened in Sanderson’s past. Suzie was there when I arrived, still waking up and waving to me as she took a sip of her coffee. Four hours later, when I was heading out to grab some lunch, the assistant librarian – Steven Holden – was there, instead.

“Hey Steve,” I greeted him, confused. “Suzie have to leave early? She okay?”

Steven just looked confused and laughed nervously. “Mike, what are you talking about? I’ve been here all day.”

“I swear I saw Suzie when I got here.”

“Dude… who the hell is Suzie?”

A finger of ice trickled down my spine, but I tried to bluff. “I have no idea,” I forced myself to smile and shake my head. “Maybe I’m just tired. Too much research.”

The former-assistant librarian’s face cleared as he grinned. “I’ve been there. Got too caught up binge-watching a TV show and called Eddie the wrong name one morning.”

I grimaced on cue. “Thankfully, I don’t have a spouse to piss off. Just you to give me funny looks.”

“Take a break, man.”

“On it.” I gave a half-hearted salute and forced myself to walk calmly out the door and around the corner before I called Joanie

As soon as she picked up, I hissed at her frantically. “Who is the librarian in Sanderson?”

“Suzie – “ She cut off with a sob. “Oh god, Suzie?”

“Steve has never heard of her,” I whispered through clenched teeth. “She was here this morning, when I walked in. She had coffee in that huge travel mug she always carries, and that ugly floral dress she wears every damned Saturday like clockwork.”

“The cabbage roses,” Joanie affirmed half-heartedly.

“Right. I thought she had just gone home early. Maybe she was sick, I don’t know. But no, Steve didn’t know who the fuck I was talking about.”

“I’m headed to your house,” she told me, tears in her voice. “I can’t be alone right now.”

“Way ahead of you,” I agreed. “You remember where the key is?”

“Yeah, the hanging plant across from the porch swing.”

“See you in a few.”

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#leather houses #original horror #writeblr #supernatural horror #tw blood #tw emetophobia #tw gaslighting #tw memory loss #tw body horror #tw death #original fiction #my writing #my fiction

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diaborodevil · 5 months

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Manaless

Beasts take on many forms some are disproportionate while others are oddly perfect some retain a humanoid shape while others have drastically different forms some even grow scales or feathers some even grow more limbs

Catherine:

Carlos: but a commonality between beasts is that they usually have a tail

Catherine: okay wait a what

(Catherine looks and sees that there is obviously a tail)

Catherine: oh great fathers oh great fathers I have a tail

Carlos: calm down calm down uh that’s the last thing you tell them

Catherine: ahhhhhhh

Carlos: hey hey uh look

(Carlos turns around lifting his robe to reveal a small tail)

Carlos: see your not the only one here with a tail

Catherine: why are you telling me all this stuff

Carlos: it’s to ease the fact that your now a different type of human

Catherine: give me a mirror

Carlos: what

Catherine: GIVE ME A MIRROR

Carlos: woah bad idea last time I gave someone a mirror they freaked out badly

Catherine: grrrr hmph

Carlos: okay your decision just don’t freak out

(Carlos proceeds to hand Catherine a mirror as she takes a long look at her reflection)

Catherine: GREAT FATHERS IM

Carlos:

Catherine: oh yeah no freaking out wait a minute am I ah don’t look at me

(Carlos proceeds to turn towards the cave entrance takes a book from his back and looks through the pages)

Carlos: hm what page was it aw there it is

Catherine: where what is

(Carlos turns around eyes closed and aims his staff)

Carlos: fabricate clo thing

(Suddenly a toga like outfit appears on Catherine)

Catherine: huh

Carlos: did it work can I look

Catherine: uh yeah why is it an outfit like this though

Carlos: beasts are random so beasts clothes are hard to make also being asymmetric makes it’s harder

Catherine: asymmetric

Carlos: all your limbs are different sizes

Catherine: are they

Carlos: enough chit chat (Carlos pulls his hood up) if you don’t want to get caught it’s probably best to follow me

Catherine: no I think I’ll stay in this cave

Carlos: they’ll find you eventually and there isn’t much

Catherine: where are you headed

Carlos: new leaf I got a horse and wagon there then it’s off to cyeris

Catherine: okay I’ll follow

Carlos: stand still

Catherine: what

Carlos: I can hear you reveal yourselfs

(Pan up to the top of a cliff some distance away)

Kyle: seems like someone beat us to the punch

Herry: do you really think he heard us

Kyle: no he’s probably trying to scare us

Carlos: hey stop the chitchat I can hear you

Catherine: wait are those oh hey there my friends maybe they’ll understand

(A fireball flys past her face)

Catherine: eep

Carlos: they aren’t currently your friends run

Catherine:

Carlos: RUN

Kyle: oh my god he must be insane thinking he can converse with a beast

Herry: then you better beat it out of him

(Kyle jumps down the cliff towards the bottom of the cliff and draws a sword)

Kyle: you are in our way from helping our friend

Carlos: how do you plan on doing that there’s only two options for beasts slavery or execution

Kyle: we’ll figure something out

Carlos: well I started helping her first so get in line

Kyle: you think your qualified

Carlos more qualified then you

Kyle: oh I’ll show you qualified

(Kyle tries to strike Carlos with his sword while Carlos keeps blocking it)

Kyle: just let me hit you

Carlos: no way pal

(Carlos tries to hit Kyle with his staff but Kyle keeps dodging)

Kyle: this is taking to long igneous burst

Carlos: oh so you a fire mage is that all you got

Kyle: it isn’t cocytus flow

(Suddenly a trail of ice forms causing Carlos to jump as Carlos lands his hood falls off)

Kyle: so it is true your mother is a beast

10 years ago

Kyle: I can’t wait once you become a mage you can pay for me to become one early

Grace: that’s right sweety it’ll be easy just wai

Arch mage: are you ready for the enlightenment process

Grace: I am

Arch mage: it should be a quick process

Grace: what what’s happening to me

Arch mage: uh uhhhh

(The arch mage passes out)

Kyle: mom mom are you still there

Grace: rawr rawr ruh rawwr

Kyle: don’t worry I’ll help you

Later

Arch mage: uh what happened wait did your mother

Kyle: yes she ran into the woods

Arch mage: I’m sorry at least you have your father

Kyle: yeah

A week later

Howard: if only you were still here grace I need you wait a minute I hear something in the shed

Grace: grawr

Howard: ahhh

Elsewhere

Herry: wow that’s a lot of guards

Kyle: yeah going towards the lower class section

Catherine: oh isn’t your dad supposed to be home early today

Herry: hey where are you going

Kyle’s home

Kyle: dad what happened

Howard: there was a beast in the shed but the guards were able to take care of it it’s okay

Kyle: yeah it’s okay

3 years later

Kyle: hey mom it’s me

Grace: grawr

Kyle: things have been going okay dad is still single says you were the only one for him

Grace: raw

Kyle: I’m trying my best but it’s hard to keep going on with you in here it’s hard

7 years later

Kyle: hey mom it’s it’s finally time for me to officially become a mage can you believe it

Grace: rawr

Kyle: I’ll I’ll let you know how it goes

Back to now

Carlos: are are you crying

Kyle: I I can’t imagine how it feels growing up with a beast as a mother your entire life

Five years ago

Carlos: are you sure it’s a good idea for me to become a mage what if they find out what I am

Sean: it’ll be fine I believe in yeah ain’t that right sweetie

Sera: reahhhhhhh

Carlos: your right mom I’ll do it

Sean: still so hard to believe you can understand her

Later

Arch mage: are you ready

Carlos: I am uh uhhhhhh

Later

Arch mage: I can’t believe it he’s he’s

Doctor: he’s half beast

Arch mage: that means one of his parents must be a beast

Later

Arch mage: look at this man procreating with a beast

Sean: no it’s not like that

Arch mage: and look at this abomination guards take him away

Carlos: augh

Sera: GRRRREAWWWWWWWWWWWWH

Arch mage: despicable take the beast away

Sera: reahhh

Carlos: mom

Sera: CARLOS

Carlos: mommm

Sean: run Carlos run

Present

Carlos: wait where did the other guy go Catherine *inhale* *exhale* enhance beast

Kyle: huh hey where are you going wait how does he know wait earlier he said can he wait he’s getting away uhhhh

Carlos: I am not failing another person I can’t fail any more people

Further in the forest

Herry: can we truly help her wait how is he moving so fast

Carlos: stay away from her

Herry: you don’t know what you’re doing

Carlos: neither do you

Herry: what do you mean

Carlos: you really think catching her is the best course of action taking away her freedom

Herry: she’s out of control so she must be contained

Carlos: wow the church really has you hypnotized

Herry: silence half beast

Carlos: do you know what beast I’m half of

Herry: what do you mean

Carlos: I am Carlos Mcklaine the prince of sheep

Kyle: Herry catch him

Herry: he’s he’s the

Kyle: the what

Herry: he’s the prince of sheep

Kyle: what does that mean

Herry: it means his mother is a strong beast

Kyle: that doesn’t change anything we need him him out of the way to catch Catherine

Carlos: take me on illuminos Maximus

Kyle and Herry: augh

Kyle: uh we lost them

Later

Carlos: hey are you in there

Catherine: yeah why would they

Carlos: normal people can’t understand beast I can but that’s cause I’m half n half but I uh got my wagon if your ready to start heading towards cyeris

Catherine: uh yeah I am

Carlos: it’s been a crazy day so you might want to get some rest

Westloft slave barracks

Kyle: hey mom I’m sorry for not coming yesterday it’s just things have been crazy but it finally happened I’m a mage now

Grace: rawh

Kyle: but my friend turned into a beast

Grace: reaah

Kyle: have you heard of the queen of sheep

Grace: rah

Kyle: well I met someone who might be son to a beast and I think he might be able to understand beasts

Grace: rar

Kyle: so hopefully I can save my friend and convince that guy to allow us to have a full conversation

Grace: reeah

Kyle: I’m sorry but it might be a while till our next conversation I love you mom

And that is that wew

#manaless #original series #original writing

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yin-yanglulu · 10 months

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Following the map that leads to you: Chapter One

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences (Mostly bc of it being slightly more sad than the other fics I’ve written)

Catagory: M/F

Fandom: Skylanders (Video Games)

Relationship: Cali/Flynn (Skylanders)

Characters: Cali (Skylanders), Flynn (Skylanders)

Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst & Canon Divergence

(The angst isn’t that bad but it is gonna be pretty angsty for a chapter or two, the angst doesn’t start right away, also this isn’t in the same universe as the other canon divergence au I’ve written about btw!)

It was yet another day at Skylanders Academy.

Kaos and The Doom Raiders and had been captured and Skylands seemed to have entered another era of peace.

Cali was in her new office up in one of the Academy’s towers, she was busy writing documents about places in Skylands she had been to.

There was a knock at the door.

“Hey, it’s Flynn, do you mind if I come in for a sec?”

“Sure, come in!”

Flynn opened the door and walked in.

“Hey there Flynn, what do you need?” Cali asked.

“Do you have a wrench around here I could use? I know you usually have one!”

“Flynn, did you not notice the wrench right on my desk?”

“Oh right, hehehe, didn’t even notice that, I’ll take it!”

“What do you need it for?” Cali asked.

“Well, mostly because the Dread-Yacht is once again needing repaired, musta took somewhat of a beating in the Skyhighlands!” Flynn replied.

“Also because I’m planning on going on a big trip, so the ol’ girl is gonna need some repairs if I’m wanting to take it out again!” He added.

“Hm, you mind if I come help?”

“Sure thing!”

They headed out to where the ship was, and began the repairs.

As Flynn walked past her, Cali noticed something on his arm.

“Wait, what’s that?” She said, pulling him over and pointing at a somewhat large scar on his arm.

“Oh that thing? It’s from when I stole those golden pieces from Dreadbeard, one of his guys got me with a sword!” Flynn said.

“Were you okay?” Cali asked.

“Yeah, it hurt a lot and it bled a little but it was fine!” Flynn answered.

“Besides it looks pretty cool!” He said “and dare I say it makes me look a little more handsome!” He added whilst winking at Cali.

Cali rolled her eyes at him, and continued to work on the ship.

After the ship was repaired, Flynn began to pack some things up for his trip.

“Hey Cali, thanks!” He said as he put his hand on Cali’s arm.

“Hm, just helping out a friend!” Cali replied.

They began to hug, Tessa was at the docks and noticed them hugging for a lot longer than expected.

“Buzz, am I the only one sensing some sort of a romantic connection between Flynn and Cali? I mean, Flynn has kinda already told me he likes Cali!” Tessa asked.

“Yeah, I think he’s got something for that gal, he really seems to care about her!” Buzz responded, noticing them hugging too.

“Say Hugo, do you know if Cali might be into Flynn?” He asked, only to realise Hugo was fast asleep on top of a box.

“Oh right, I’ll leave you to that then!” Buzz said.

Flynn and Cali eventually parted from the hug.

“When are you leaving?” Cali said.

“Oh uhhhh, sometime tomorrow, I’ll let you know when I’m taking off!” Flynn answered.

They looked at each other for a solid moment, almost staring into each others eyes.

“Oh right! I’ve got some stuff to go do, see ya!” Cali said as she walked away.

“See ya around!” Flynn waved to her.

To Be Continued…

#skylanders #calynn #lulu’s fics

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axis-was-killed · 2 years

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So I need new hobbies that’s one thing for certain: Chapter 2; a filler

Hey hi hello! Mic here! It’s been uh- a few months *looks away* but uhhhh- yeah- here ya go. Chapter 2 that’s honestly a filler chapter. However this is still important to the story. This is like slightly betaed so I’m sorry in advance Lmao. Also there will be more filler chapters, however they will all be relevant to the story. I’ll have them until I have the proper set up for the actual second part. Anyway enjoy <3

Also please tell me if there’s any mistakes

Chapter one here

Story starts here <3

The feeling of the wind rushing past her was short-lived as someone caught her. Warmth engulfed her as she was held close to a sturdy chest, tense with what could have been desperation, or even fear. It felt desperate, afraid. At the back of her mind, she knew that someone else had been there, but she didn’t know who. Though Marinette didn’t have enough time to see who they were, she didn’t think they meant to make her fall. But this was Gotham, she should know better.

As Marinette was hefted up by a strong pair of arms, she heard someone talking.

“Cmon, you’re too young to die. Hey. Listen to me. You’re safe. You’re fine. I got you. Don’t worry. Hey. Hey. HEY! You there? Shit she’s not responding.. You! Dem- uh, kid, come help me.” The voice said. It sounded… muffled. She vaguely noticed something red. Like a helmet maybe? Maybe that’s why the voice was muffled…

Marinette was there, physically speaking, but she wasn’t really there, ya know? She felt something warm being put on her. And then, the more surprising thing, she felt another pair of arms. However, this time they were wrapping them around her. Hugging her, perhaps? She didn’t know.

She didn’t know who it was that was hugging her, but she hugged them back. That was all the warmth she needed.

Damian watched as one of his brothers swooped in, right on time to catch Marinette. He suspected it was Jason-well, Red Hood-judging by the blur of red he had seen. But the identity of the person who saved her was the last thing on his mind.. He was in too much shock, too much anger at himself. He caused this, by just being there.

I’m not worthy of her. I almost killed her… I… I almost murdered the first person I have feelings for… oh god… no… please, be okay. Please… Damian thought. Someone spoke, which brought him back to reality. Turns out it was Jason that had caught her, and although they didn’t have the best relationship, he was thankful.

“-ou! Dem- uh, kid! Come help me.” Red Hood called out. He almost called me demon spawn, didn’t he? Almost let it slip. Damian thought absentmindedly. He went over though. Although still panicked, he did as Jason directed him. He went towards them, took off his jacket, and wrapped it around Marinette. Jason said nothing, but Damian suspected he was raising an eyebrow.

Once Damian assured she was at least warm, he did what he didn’t do often. He hugged her. And miraculously, she hugged him back.

#maribat #daminette #fluff daminette #look at themmmm #my bby #look. a hug #hugs for you too #cause I left for months lmaooo #anyway till next time #bye bitches

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sungbeam · 9 months

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BFF I’M BACK LITRALLY THE DAY AFTER AND BOY DO I HAVE UPDATES FOR YOU 🤭🤭🤭

1. I STARTED OUTLINING AND DRAFTING MY FIRST FIC EHEHEHE AND SUPER EXCITED TO START WRITING IT 🤭

2. I FINISHED READING [REDACTED] AND I THOUGHT ABT THE MOST HEART WRENCHING, TUMMY CHURNING, EYE BAWLING PLOT AND TBH IF I DO GET SO INCLINED TO STICK WITH IT THEN IT MIGHT COME OUT BEFORE THE FIRST THOUGHT OF FIC LMAO

3. I NEED TO KNOW ABT ‘A STUDY IN MONSTERS’ RIGHT NEOWWWWW 😫🙏 CAUSE I JUST THOUGHT OF LIKE 5 DIFFERENT GENRES BASED OFF THE VIBES/p

Ok time for a more calmer vibe LMAO

For the first fic I genuinely think that any member would be suitable for the ML? And so I decided to let you (my fav author and parasocial bestie) to bequeath which member this fic shall belong to 🤭 (uhhhh spoilers/insight: dream realm(?) but not in a soulmate way, angst, possibly abrupt/open ending but also happy in a way, v fluffy moments at the same time tho, manic pixie dream boy???)

And finally after adoring the movie I decided to go read [redacted] and LORD WHY DID IT HURT 39475629 TIMES AS MUCH AS THE MOVIE LIKE

Movie: light work, no reaction

Book: oUUuU, okay, its got a lil kick 😨

But I got an au perfectly inspired by this in a modern retelling typa way ig SPOILER ALERT THERE IS A LOVE CORNER, CHANHEE AND SANGYEON OR YOUNGHOON(???) we WILL be getting a lil Kevin up in here tho TRUST

And tbh it could go in 2 different directions rn but I’ll have to see which one will get a conclusive ending but the vision is definitely there dw

And DAMNNNNNN I didn’t know there were so many WIPs/nm/p like I know I got a lil snippet of 3 in the past but with each drop of a new WIP I get even more excited 😭 just seeing your creative process is motivating to me lolol and the banners AHHHHHHHH IT REALLY DID GIVE “graphic design is my passion 🤭” YUHHH YUHHHH

but wait also looking at the list again I wanna see more into the ‘bones (orig.)’ and ‘bones (remixed)’ 😳

OH AND BEFORE I FORGET TO MENTIONNNNNNN that Spiderman!Sunwoo and Spiderman!Eric did have me REEEEEEELINGGGGG esp since I finally got the chance to watch across the spiderverse PHEWWWW Spiderman!Eric is just so cheeky, so himbo, so smoochable like damn I do think he is capable of wanting to attempt the Toby Maguire upside-down kiss but then getting too nervous/excited/antsy that he lets go of his web and crashes on the ground AJNDJBVINWI

AND SUNWOO AS STARLORD WOULD ALSO WORK CAUSE HE REALLY HAS THAT SELF-DEPRECATING HUMOR THING GOING ON and then his cheesyness too omg I think Sunwoo is perfectly corny to be starlord 😫🤞

AND ALSO MY ATEEZ BIAS ISSSSSSSSSSSSSS -drumroll please- 🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

Wooyoung! 🥳🥳🥳

He’s just so sweet and caring and hot and beautiful and hardworking and loving and he’s so, he’s so, he’s so- ☹️☹️☹️☹️

Yeah, I love Woo with my whole being 😔🙏

Kk that’s it for nowwwwww talk to you soon!

- Toodles!, 🌷anon

HI BEST FRAN WELCOME BACK 🤩✊🏼

OMG THE DRAFTING HAS BEGUN???? LESGO????? I AM SO EXCITED FOR U AND SUPER EXCITED ALSO TO SEE UR JOURNEY AND THE FINAL OUTCOME 👀✨

HELLO WAIT what is [REDACTED] 🤨 i need to know for research purposes and cuz im a nosy mfker and cuz i also scoured thru our prev interactions and don't think we talked abt it previously 🤨

AHHHHSHAHHAHAH A STUDY IN MONSTERS IS COMING RIGHT UP !!

ITS LIKE BEAUTY AND THE BEAST BUT EVERYBODY'S A BEAST ???? well, the main cast is all considered some kind of "monster," but ofc, the real monsters r the humans who have belittled them and villainized them. but reader basically has like,,, medusa powers??? and chanhee has like a demon trapped inside him and younghoon is like fae but THE SCARY fae you feel??? but any who, i've gotten some back story done and it's not meant to become like a 30k one shot or anything; i was trying to aim for it to be kind of like the length of simple gifts, but we'll see where i go w it !!

OKAY BUT WAIT U SHOULD TELL ME WHAT U THOUGHT OF WHEN U SAW THE TITLE CUZ IM VERY CURIOUS !!

okok i have so much to say abt the next part of ur ask 😭😭 1.) BEQUEATH 💀💀💀💀 2.) hello stop that rn flattery will get u everything u desire 🤧😌 3.) MANIC PIXIE DREAM BOY AHAH OMG IM SO HYPED 4.) eric, juyeon sounds abt right 😻😻

OKAY BUT LIKE books > their movie adaptations tbh lsnfkenfk there is so much that books can show that movies can't, and also vice versa !! but WTF DYM BY LOVE CORNER (´Д⊂ヽ GIRLIE BESTIE HONEY WHAT IS A LOVE CORNER 😭😭😭 w chanhee sangyeon younghoon AND beloved kevin too???? my /guy/ do u want me to cry 😃 wait don't answer that—💀 omg i feel like i almost never have an idea of what an ending looks like UNTIL I GET THERE LMFAOOOO like i really don't care abt endings cuz i can't get to the ending if there is not story substance, u feel 😭😭😭 but im sure the ✨right ending✨ will appear in ur horizons as u go forth !!

KANDKDNDKN i had to keep quite a few wips off the list 😭💀 it's embarrassing akdnkdnf BUT im so glad that seeing my process motivates u TT that's very cool to hear and i also like talking abt the writing process a lot so thank u for feeding into my self esteem /hj AHHH SHUSH UR GONNA MAKE ME BLUSH I LOVE MAKING BANNERS SO THANK U 😚 im too tech grandma to use canva or photoshop so i feel like a lot of mine r a little simpler and more minimal which isn't bad ofc but yeah, thanks so much :'))) BRO i wish i could go into graphic design skfnkdndk

OHOH the bones orig and remix ver LMAOOO

both versions r meant to be like murder mysteries yk?? and they're both set in time settings where it's not quite the future, but im also not a historian so they're also not completely historically accurate T-T they just take place in the past LMFAO but the original ver is more like dark academia centered where the murder takes place at this elitist academy/boarding school in the middle of nowhere, and reader is like a "charity case" whose uncle took her under his wing after her parents were murdered or something, and changmin is like studying to become a physician and they both get looped into the investigation. i have a some written of that ver but it's not very interesting 💀

AND recently like two days ago 💀 i went back to one of the ideas i had for the banner before i started writing the dark academia one (wow that's such a long sentence). anyways, said idea was to take place in like ,, not a school 🤡 but idk if you've read the stalking jack the ripper series but it's based on that !! AND a little bit of six of crows too 🤡 it's not fantastical or anything, but changmin is like a doctor in the lower end and someone's been out here murdering people and shit. changmin is also kind of inspired by daredevil and kaz brekker, but i'll have to get into that some other time 💀

that was one of my favorite parts lol i think this ver of bones has captured a bit more of my interest than the other ver? tho, i would love to see where the other ver went, just cuz i already put so much thought into the storyline and characters and headcanons and back stories, etc.

AHHHHHH YES I AGREE ABT SPIDEY!ERIC I LOVE SPIDEY ERIC he's just ,, yk Just Some Guy™ LMAO so he's a perf spiderboy !!! he's kind of modeled after tom holland's spiderman and sunwoo after miles morales ofc, but eric would TOTALLY try the upside down kiss and fail miserably 😭😭😭 but i think he's def the type to keep trying UNTIL he gets it down 🤤😋 and just crafting the different earths btwn sunwoo and eric was just so much fun cuz i was trying to figure out what i wanted each universe to have and ksnfkdndkkd ANYWAYS . STAR LORD SUNWOO HAS ME REELING CUZ LIKE AKDNKDMD i NEEDED this man to be w the raccoon it just didn't feel right if he wasn't. like he was either gonna be nova or starlord, and i feel like the only other boy besides sunwoo who can do star lord justice is hyunjae, but he's already IRON MAN lol

OMG UR A WOOYOUNG STAN??? that actually feels so right 😭😭😭 wooyo be snatching up hearts ALL OVER THE PLACE lately 😭🤧 like damn, get it bro 🥂 but i totally agree, he's such a sweetheart and so funny and so talented and just sknfkendn mwah wanna give him a big smooch !

WHEW what a long recap/catch up reply 🤣 but anyways, hope ur doing well as always 😚 love u lots, my honey bunches of pollinated petals 💖

#sungbeam strikes again #tbz </3 #🌷 anon #ask games !!#works in progress #wip: asim #wip: bones (old)#wip: bones (new)

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notreallyfineartzine · 1 year

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Some thoughts on a foggy night

I came to consciousness in a cloud.

I watched what looked like arms snake away from my view as if they were 100s of feet long. It felt like my field of vision was increasing as the arms that were apparently mine appeared to get longer and longer.

The clouds that surrounded the edges of my view were dark grey and seemed to spiral inwards like a tunnel towards the center of my vision. At the end of the tunnel I could see a burning branch held tight in the hand that belonged to my body.

At first I couldn’t even feel fear. I didn’t know where I was, what was happening, or even who or what I was. I couldn’t be afraid because I didn’t have a sense of self that could process any emotions.

Someone was saying a name. My name. I had been talking. “You were saying what’s the thorn, bud, and petal to your rose today.” We had been playing a game Sam told us about where we had to list something challenging or bad that had happened to us today, something that was going to lead to change or being productive, and something positive and nice that had happened. I had said my thorn was that I had a lot of work to do and hadn’t been productive today. I hadn’t said my bud yet. “Are you good?”

All of a sudden it hit me. Fear unlike anything I had ever felt before. Panic coursing through every fiber of my body like a rush of the coldest freezing water imaginable. I felt the warmth drain from my face, hands, and feet as they instantly went numb and unresponsive. My chest seized up as I felt myself abruptly halt mid breathe and stop breathing. My stomach had a 1000 pound rock knotting up inside of it, pulling my chest inwards.

Fuck.

I immediately started fighting it. I was panicking, I wasn’t letting myself breathe, everything was spinning, and I felt nauseous. I wanted it to stop, I absolutely needed it to stop. The vibrations were so malicious. I was totally alone, yet those in the circle around me could see into my skull. James was judging me. Brian thought I was going to die. Alex and Julia thought it was funny. Sam was focusing on me too much. I knew all of this, even though no one had said a word. Or if they had I hadn’t heard them. If they did, I didn’t understand them. Or if I did, I forgot.

The sinking realization of what was happening felt like a black hole had opened in my chest and behind my eyes and was trying to pull me into its abyss.

I had watched Get Out a few days prior. The scene where Daniel Kaluuya falls back into his head through his eyes as if there’s an empty cavity behind them had really stuck with me. Now I felt it happening to me too. Every moment I felt myself slipping farther and farther back behind my eyes, into the empty, cavernous space that lurked inside of me. It wasn’t just a sensation or a metaphor. I felt the falling feeling, I saw my vision through the holes that made up my eyes growing distant each time I slipped back. I was terrified. I wanted this to stop.

“Hey.” “You were saying what’s the thorn, bud, and petal to your rose today.” “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Uh nothing.” “I uh um uh I was gonna uh say what my bud um was I think right?” “I uh can’t really think. I was saying something.”

“It’s okay, take your time… what was your petal? What’s something good that happened today?”

“I ummm I uh I’m kinda freaking out right now.” “I don’t know what to do.”

“You don’t need to do anything. It’s okay. You’re fine.”

“Okay yeah uh I um yeah okay um yeah you’re right uh yeah uhhhh.”

“Here, I’ll say mine, just relax.”

The conversation and everyone around me melted away again. I was sitting on my skateboard so that I didn’t get my pants wet from the dew on the grass. The vibrations were all wrong. I needed to get off. I threw myself off the skateboard into the grass and grabbed handfuls of it with both hands to hold me down. I could feel myself being pulled up and into myself. I needed to stay here. I could feel the dirt being pushed up under my nails as I squeezed it like my life depended on it. Like my sanity depended on it. I felt a bug land on my neck. I felt it crawl around my skin, testing different areas, trying to decide where to bite me. I couldn’t do anything. I was paralyzed. The bug stayed there for what felt like hours before it finally bit me and flew off. I could feel heat and pain radiating in a circle from the bite on my neck. It came in waves.

I was staring at Spot. Spot was the name we gave the tree we were circled around, because it was the “spot” that we hung out at. Spot’s gone now. I was staring at Spot and watched as a river formed in the air around the trunk in an impossible shape. The river snaked around the trunk like a pink ribbon with the loop around the trunk except the streams never crossed. It was like an MC Escher painting. I couldn’t make sense of it.

As I stared more intensely at the river I saw a timeline of the events of my day leading up to how I got here. I had slept in. I had hung out with James and Leo. I had sat on Carly’s bed. I had played volleyball with Sam and Alex. I had seen someone squeezing a mattress out the window of a Gardens apartment, and the culprits had put their fingers to their lips and said it was a prank. I couldn’t make sense of what happened after that. The river faded away after the mattress. As the timeline of events flowed by, I couldn’t figure out how I’d gotten here.

I got distracted by the waves of pain and warmth coursing through me. I found myself falling into myself, focusing on my internal sensations too much.

I saw the Grateful Dead bears dancing around the base of Spot and I was terrified to tell anyone. That was so stereotypical. I didn’t want to sound stereotypical. I didn’t even know what I meant by that.

“What are you feeling, what are you seeing? How are you doing?”

“I uh I can think a little better now… I’m uh really stressed. I don’t want to say uh what I’m seeing it’s uh so stereotypical.”

“It’s okay how do you feel?”

“I feel like uh this warm feeling but it’s scaring me I uh can’t really get um away from it.”

“Focus on that warmth. Don’t fight it. Don’t try to run away. Feel the warm feeling in your chest and breathe it in and out. Let the warmth flow through you. Tell yourself you feel good. You will.”

That was good advice. But it was hard to follow. I looked up and the leaves of Spot seemed to be made of glass and move in rigid, unnatural patterns. I asked Brian if I could hug him. “Yeah sure buddy.” I wanted this to end so badly, but every time the thought crept in I had to let it float away from me or I’d fall into the panic again. The anxiety and fear came in ice cold waves, crashing over the back of my skull and soaking me to the bone, leaving me shivering and scared. The warmth from the burning sun in my chest would flare and pulse, warming me and sending me up and down like I was floating on a heat wave.

“I’m not gonna get up and sprint into the woods right now.” Did I just say that out loud? Why did I even think that? Where did that thought come from? “What?” Did they hear that? Did I say that?

“something something Cops.”

Panic again. I threw myself into the grass on my chest. I grabbed the grass even tighter. My fingers hurt from squeezing.

“Hey get up, it was just campus police driving by, we’re good. You look way more suspicious laying face down in the grass right now.” “We’re not doing anything wrong.” “We gotta walk now, come on.”

I don’t think I can walk anywhere. I don’t think I can go anywhere. I don’t think I can move an inch. The idea of possibly running into another human being outside of this small group of people I’m with is horrific. I know I can’t talk right now. I can barely think. I trust who I’m with now. Someone has weird vibrations but I’m shaking it off. I have more pressing concerns.

Now I’m walking through the grass towards the road. I’m holding Brian’s hand. Sam’s behind me taking a picture of us holding hands. It scares me that I’m being perceived but I don’t say anything. I ask Brian to hold my skateboard, I can’t bear the feeling of the grip tape against my fingers anymore. I keep saying phone, wallet, keys and patting my pockets to make sure I have everything. I don’t know if I’m saying it out loud or not.

Walking is fascinating. For a minute or an hour, I can’t tell, the waves of fear and anxiety subside. Every step I take I feel as if my feet stay in the exact same position, but the ground undulates beneath me, sinking away from my feet and rising towards them like a balloon, as the entire earth moves like a treadmill beneath me. I’m standing totally still and the world is moving. I look up at the night sky and it’s a mosaic of fractal patterns angrily pulsating at me. The sky’s judging me. It’s angry. I’m falling into the pattern as I walk, being lifted up into the mosaic, losing my sense of grounding. I start sinking into this thought and have to pull myself out of my head again before the wave of panic crests over me and makes me gasp for air.

We’re at the look out, the plaza. I feel like I’ve fast traveled in a video game, but in the slowest way possible. Sam walks me over to the ledge and has me sit down. Now that I’m not doing something the waves of panic and fear start to rise and fall again. She asks me if I want to listen to music; I say yes. She puts on Mac Miller’s album, “Swimming,” I can’t remember if I asked her to do that or if she just knew. If she read my mind. I’m watching my friends dance around and chase each other through the plaza. It feels like they’re puppet actors on a kid’s stage and I’m watching a play. I feel myself falling into this thought too heavily and sinking again. With a massive effort, I yank my focus away and stare off into the distance at the lights of the library and the dorm. My dorm. The view looks like a cut out paper collage of images layered and stacked on each other like some sort of theatrical set or prop. Each lit up window looks like its own little box with a 3D image or video inside. Like its own little world or universe. There’s no sense of distance either. I could be feet away from the windows, floating above the trees, or miles away, looking through a telescope. I can’t tell the difference. I don’t know.

“I think I understand how people are religious.” I hope to god I didn’t say that out loud. That’s so corny. I hate myself for even thinking that. But I also kinda meant it. I really hate how stereotypical I sound. But the sky feels angry at me and reality seems like a play, so I really do understand how people could experience this and feel the need to explain it with a divine power. Maybe I’m just projecting. Maybe I wish I was religious. Maybe that’d make this easier. Less scary. If someone was in control, looking out for me.

“Perfecto” by Mac Miller’s playing. I’m sobbing. Mac Miller is sitting next to me on the ledge. He’s not saying anything, and I think I know he’s not really there, but I’m not thinking about that right now. I’m just listening to Perfecto bawling my eyes out, looking at Mac Miller. “Swimming’s” message seems to really fit this. You just have to float through life and hardship, staying above the water, but not necessarily leaving it. When waves come you have to keep your head above them, but you can’t get up and out of the water either. Life is staying afloat. Death is sinking or leaving it. Perfecto is so beautiful. “Well, it ain't perfect but I don't mind / Because it's worth it” “Yeah, as hard as it gets: cool, calm and collected / Holdin' my breath, this ain't what I expected” “I'm treadin' water, I swear / That if I drown, I don't care.” It all feels so relevant and significant. When the poem at the end plays, I feel unconscious. I’m sobbing even harder. It’s beautiful. I’m okay.

Now we’re on the tennis courts. I think we passed Joe and Tom at some point. I didn’t want them to know what was happening to me. We also saw Anna. I didn’t care if she knew. I don’t know why. I don’t know why they were all outside so late too. I have no idea what time it is, what time it was, but it seemed a weird hour to be out. Then again who am I to talk?

James left at some point. It bothered me that the people around me changed.

Sam’s doing cartwheels or yoga or something. She’s trying to get me to do it with her, but it takes too much effort and focus. She looks magic or like an elf or something, jumping around so much. I’m staring at the sky again. It seems a lot less angry but still intense.

It’s getting late. I need to go in my dorm for some reason. I’m worried everyone’s going to leave, but I’m the one leaving. I walk into the bathroom and stare in the mirror for a while. I didn’t have a beard before college. I have one now. It looks weird. Like not me. Not who I think I am. I’m really uncomfortable looking at myself in the mirror right now. But I can’t stop staring at the stranger staring back at me.

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babfabsfab · 2 years

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Suprêmes

Fictional lesbian lovers cut lemon into suprêmes for the Lemon Chicken Recipe and delete unwanted iPhone apps, organizing them into groups.

Summary:

Fictional lesbian lovers cut lemon into suprêmes for the Lemon Chicken Recipe and delete unwanted iPhone apps, organizing them into groups.

Text:

“Ugh! I could throw my phone into the pool!”

“Don’t do that. I just bought this special Vialone Nano rice for your favorite radicchio risotto. Come here, darling, what’s the matter?”

“I can never find anything and now I can’t update because I’ve run out of room.”

“Let me see your phone. You have all these apps wandering around. Do you even use them?”

“No, but I can never remember how to fix that.”

“Give me your phone a minute and I’ll show you.”

“O no. You’ll put Ethel Merman on my lock screen, again. Besides, you’re making dinner for everyone.”

“I promise I won’t add Ethel. Let me see… uhhhh. Okay, I know you don’t play this ‘Dykes in Dungeons with Drag Queens’ game. This is how you delete it – you hold your finger gently on the icon and the little menu will appear – pick ‘Remove App’ and confirm delete.

And to put the apps into groups, again, hold your finger gently on the icon – just wait – as I do when I rest my tongue on your baby-clit and I won’t let you come. When all the icons on the screen start squirming, you can drag one onto another similar app to create a group.

See, I drag your favorite game, ‘Is This Plug Too Big 4 My Butt?’ onto ‘Lesbian Scrabble’ and it makes a ‘Games’ group. Why don’t you clean up your screen while I finish suprêming this lemon.”

“What are you doing with that knife?”

“I’m cutting the flesh out of a lemon for my signature lemon chicken1 . You know I like it really tart.”

“Don’t you just squeeze the lemon with the reamer?”

“You think everything is better with a reamer. No. For this I cut the little filets from the lemon – suprêmes in French. It’s the same word for a chicken filet. I figured this out myself years ago and then I found out it was actually a thing.

You cut the ends off of a lemon, put it cut side down on the board and then cut all the rind, down to the flesh, off with downwards strokes. Flip the lemon upside down and cut off the rest of the rind.

Then hold the lemon in your hand and very carefully slice each left-hand section right next to the separation – go all the way around the lemon. Then turn the lemon around and slice the other sides. The suprêmes come out very easily or just peel them off the separations.

I ignore the seeds and take them out when I’m reducing the lemon in the pan.”

“Hmmm. That’s a lot of work but your lemon chicken is amazing. It must be the whole lemon that makes the difference. And I think you deserve a little prize for helping me with my phone.”

“Sweetie, I’d love that but people are arriving soon.”

“We have time, Patti and Trixie are always late. Seeing those suprêmes made me think of something else.”

“Diana Ross?”

“Uhn uh. Let’s move to the fainting couch. I’m sure you bought this lovely antique just for me.”

“Wait! My hands are all lemony.”

“Don’t worry you won’t need your hands. I’m glad you’re wearing drawstring pants. Ah. There you are – your suprême. Your big clit and inner labia look like the filet between the lemon separations. What was that iPhone tip about gently waiting for the apps to wiggle?.”

She wasn’t much for tech but she knew every hack for getting her lover to come when she wanted – early, middle, or late. Her lover’s inner lips already had that plummy purple color they got when she was aroused. They were like irregular flower petals or some kind of undersea flora, waiting for the current.

She love to start with the tip of her tongue at the opening of her vagina and more steadily up through the folds to the little bud. Her clit had a an extra softness to it that she couldn’t really describe but always found alluring. They didn’t have much time so she stayed on the path she knew would make short work of her climax.

From the vagina to the clit, slowly at first, then quickening. She felt the little ridges on the way each time. Her lover’s moans turned to tiny gasps, catching her breath each time the tongue reached her very sensitive clitoris. Her hips began to move up to meet the tongue – their favorite slow dance. She heard their friends pull up in the driveway outside and quickened her pace.

She focused her attention on the little bud in a relentless flicking rhythm, tempo presto, her musician’s training told her. Her lover responded immediately, involuntarily and tumbled over the peak with a burst of held breath, grabbing hair with her lemony hands.

“Damn, I’ve gotten your hair all schmutzy.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get the door. You try to wash that, ‘I’ve just been fucked’ look off or your face. You can take care of my suprême later.

Coming Soon:

Chapter 2: Making a roux and widgets on the iPhone home screen.

Notes:

1. BabFab’s Italian Lemon Chicken

I developed this method for classic Italian Lemon Veal / Chicken that I ate all over central and northern Italy. I like it tart - molto forte con limone. Serve with rice, penne rigate, or a side of mashed potatoes.

Serves 2

Ingredients:

2 Chicken tenders per person

1 Lemon per two (2) people

Flour for dredging

1 Stick Salted Butter - or unsalted if you prefer

1 Can Campbell’s Chicken Stock - or other if you prefer (about 1/4 cup per 4 tenders)

Method:

1 - Pound tenders or not. If they are pounded the cook more quickly but take up more room in the pan.

2 - Suprême the lemon retaining as much juice as possible, set aside in a small bowl.

2 - Dredge the tenders in flour

3 - Add enough butter to the pan on medium so that when melted, it creates a pool of about an 1/8th of an inch so that the chicken doesn’t stick.

4 - Sauté the tenders in a enough butter on just above medium until they’re slightly browned on both sides

5 - When just cooked, transfer tenders to foil (and wrap) or to a covered dish

6 - Add Suprêmes and their juice.

7 - Add chicken stock, about 1/4 cup per 2 tenders. Add more if you have a large pan or if the suprêmes aren’t floating

8 - Open the foil with the chicken and pour any juice into the pan, reseal the foil.

9 - Reduce the stock and the lemon, smashing up the lemon with the edge of a spatula or wooden spoon. Lower the heat incrementally as the sauce is reducing to avoid splitting. Don't rush this. It can take 5-10 minutes.

10 - When the reduction is syrupy, turn off the heat - completely.

11 - Add 3-4 Tablespoons of butter per 2 people or more if your pan is large. Stir the butter into the reduction with a wire whisk making sure to scrape all of the fond of the sides of the pan into the sauce.

12 - Return the chicken tenders to the pan and coat with the sauce. If the chicken is too cold, turn the heat on low, low and stir the chicken in the sauce till they come up to temp making sure not to split the sauce.

13 - Serve immediately with/over rice or pasta, or with mashed potatoes.

#Clitfun #Recipes #Italian Cuisine #Apple Tech

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it-is-so-mean · 2 years

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Evil bitches in jail- BFF’s

This is sort of a remake of what I wrote on Wattpad, anyways... Enjoy!

“La la, la de da da~” Jokers voice got higher for the sake of his opera finale “LA LA LAAAA!” He started clapping and yelling bravo before laying back onto his prison-like bed.

“Jesus Christ, finally”

“For someone so excited for me to stop I didn’t hear an applause”

“It wasn’t your best work, champ” I finally closed my eyes and relaxed to the silence.

The setup we had was three concrete walls, a metal bedframe bolted to the wall, thin mattress with a blanket, a bookshelf (also bolted down) with a few books we got to pick out when were good little inmates.

“If you don’t like my singing than what do you suppose we do?”

"A nap for me, a strait jacket, and a mouth covered in duct tape for you," I said, thrilled he gave up on the shrill vocals.

“Fine, I see how it is"

I looked around my bare cell walls, now feeling bad for sort of hurting the clown's feelings. My books, I'm a big fan of reading and he's a good manipulator, pretty smart guy honestly. "Are you a fan of reading?"

"That's what I was doing until you barged in"

"~I've got books we can trade~"

I heard bedsheets crinkle and his throat being cleared, "What do you have?"

"Well now, that depends on what you're willing to give up"

"I have The art of war; Thinking: Fast and slow-"

"I'll let you keep that one, you know, because the thinking slow part" I smiled to myself, but got silence from the other end ", continue"

"The social animal; and several about mysteries. What have you got?"

"Wow, you’ve really have some big boy collection there. Here are my possible trades, the collector; IT , The Shining, The Exorcist , some book about sailing and- well shit"

"What?"

"The rest are some old taxidermy magazines and an autopsy textbook"

"Boring. I just can't believe these idiots let us have books"

I chuckled and laid back on my bed when I heard him do the same. "Yeah, that's why you and I have gotten out so many damn times, but they'll always bullshit their way out of fixing stupid systems"

"Okay, weirdo, do you wanna trade?"

"You still want to?!"

"Sure, don’t have much to lose"

"Oh, I just thought that you thought my books were stupid"

"Kind of, what one do you want?"

"Can I have Social animals!?"

"Kay"

"What do you want?" I jumped up and sat in front of my neat stack of books.

"The collector"

"Alright! Just pass it through the top"

"How am I supposed to know you'll give me mine~?"

"It's not a billion dollars and I'm sure you could call a guard"

"Fine-" the book slid delicately off his fingers and plopped down on my side with a thud.

I picked up the book and examined in thoroughly, checking the covers and several pages, he really kept it in mint condition. I picked up my end of the bargain and walked over to the wall. The bars seemed to be a lot higher up than I remember, I think I'm too short...

"What's taking so long?"

"Heh, sorry one sec"

Still, I stood on my tippy toes and kept the book on the very edge of my fingers, but even then I was off way too much. "Uhhhh, Joker?"

"What?"

"I can't reach the bars"

Behind the wall I could hear deep bellows of maniacal laughter, through the short breaths he took he said "What?! How tiny are you?!" I can hear the genuine noncarved smile in his voice.

"Hey! I'm average!"

"What a guy thing to say!" Que more maniacal laughter.

"I'm not a guy, idiot" oops

"Well, well... Doesn't that explain some things"

"I can try and lift the book really high and you can reach through and grab it"

"Honey, I don't care about the book"

"That's a shame, sweet readings then clown"

"Aww, are you ashamed of your gender?" He started to tap on the bars with his fingernails.

"No"

"Alright then, enjoy your book, love~" He giggled and retracted from the bars.

-----------time skip bitches!------------

"You're no fun when you don't talk to me, I don't care if you’re a girl. I still haven't gotten my end of the deal"

As much as I want to laugh at him and tell him off, I can't because then I would break my silent treatment streak and he would win.

Heavy boots tromped down the hallway towards our cell and I figured it was time for my therapy, but as I stood up to be escorted the guards walked right past me, to Joker's cell.

"Sorry kid, we're here for the clown"

"What?!"

"Not my orders, get back to your activities"

I laid back in my bed and started reading again.

"Wow! Aren't you pretty? Just wait until I get out again darling, I’ll be sure to take you with me" The wretched clown winked as he passed by my cell.

I rolled my eyes and went back a sentence to where I had stopped paying attention.

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