#wrecking ball metal madness

[bubblyqueer000]

APRIL FOOLS JOKE POST Mondo Owada x Me PART 3!! THE FUCKENING :0

soz I haven't been posting. I'll make an update soon C:

still tho gotta do my yearly april fools day post!!

FUCKING SHIT WIENER COCK DOODLE!! HEY DICK NOSES IT’S BUBZ CHAN AND IM MAD. RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHDFNNJHBNJHBGBHNJHBGVHNHBVGBNBHHB

Okay so like last year that little cock weasel, monocumstain killed my boyfriend, mondo because he was mad he commited a hate crime and fucked me on the tables in the cafeteria, coating them in his dick cheese in the process. UGGGGHH

BUT ACTUALLY I WAS THE ONE WHO WAS REALLY PUNISHED BECAUSE I WAS THE ONE TASKED WITH SCRAPING HIS SMEGMA OFF OF EVERY SURFACE OF THE SCHOOL!!!! >:C

I was in the midst of using a metal spatula to scrape off his dried up mondo butter from under the tables when I felt a horrible pain filling my chest.

“Ow tf” I sayed

“Shut the fuck up” said Kyoto

“No you cunt, my stomach really hurts.”

“Well no shit we’re all like a million years old now and during that whole time mondo was fuckin destroying your organs.” Said toastermi

“…

…

Shit u right.” And then I felt another horrible fucking pain in my tummy!!! “AHHHHHHFHDNDNBDNDJDNDND NO YOU BITCHES IDK WHATS HAPPENING”

“maybe u need a nap c: “ Nina told me

“YOU DONUT SUCKING FUCK WAD HELP ME.” 

“DON’T WORRY YALL I GOT THIS!” Said sakura, kicking me as hard as she could in the stomach making my organs squirt out of my ass with a loud shlorp. 

“OH SHIT IN THE SINK GET HER TO THE SINK!” Shouted byakuya bc he thought it was my period and he was scared of periods and stuf. 

So yea soccer ball carried me over her shoulder into the kitchen and plopped me in the sink where I screamed and farted loudly lmfao. I really hope that no one actually gets turned on by this dear fucking god. 

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” idk how birth works soz. 

So yeah I shitted out a bb. 

“What the fuck” Said everyone collectively. 

“Goo goo ga ga 😀” He goo goo ga gad

“HOW THE SHIT DID THIS HAPPEN?” 

“Because you had tons of unprotected sex with mondo.”

“Oh yeah ur right. Alright well… Idk ummm ill name u mondo after ur dad ig.”

“otay” he said bc that’s how babies talk according to fan fic writers wtf is wrong with you people??

“Acutually you can;t lol” said byakuya smartily. “Bc if u did that everytime you called him that hed think of how u fucked his dad or some shit.”

“Byakuya what the actual fuck. I don’t think you understand the absurdity of what you just said. Not only is that sexualizing my infant son, but it’s also an incredibly perverse interpretation of a healthy relationship based on love and respect, and now that he’s passed us on, it’s all the more insensitive.” I told him and everyone started clapping. I looked at the fuckin kid and thought and thought. “Wait wat was mondo’s brother’s name again?”

“Diarrhea.” Sayd makoto.

“LMAOOOOO k ur names diarrhea.” i told the child. 

“K lol.” he said. 

“Ermmm… ERRRRMM…. ERRRMEN AOT…… ERMINEM SLIM SHABBY SLIM ANUS….. ERRRRM…” byakuya erms.

“WHAT WANT BUTT FART???” I sowed   

“well everyone knows that babies need a mommy and daddy or else thre brains wont work. so im volunteering to be ur rich and morty. fuck wait no. rich baby daddy” he explammmed rickbabydaddily 

“??? Tf no!! richie bitches suck” and then I rapped the entirety of piggy pie by icp for everyone but it was a parody that fit the situation like that one mlp web series we all watched as kids that had the parody wreck it ralph op and there was also fuckin evelyn evelyn and confrontation from jekly and hyde parodies ummmm… hold on let me google it. PRINCESS TRIXIE SPARKLE BY MAGPIE PONY.

so I took a break from writing this and taking care of my bastard son to re watch that series and then the first four seasons of mlp and then like all of rainbow dash presents fuck i miss the early days of mlp lmao    

So anyways after that I came out of my room and Daiya II was like a teenager because I was watching mlp content for like fifteen years. 

“Hewwo mwommy” he said 

“Ew why do you still talk like that? Get that shit out of here.”

“Jeez you’re such a bitch.” He told me.

“:0??? >:0! Go to ur room you little shit!” 

“NO mom! >:0! YOU go to YOUR room!”

“Wait what.” and then my own son stabbed me. “Ow bitch u stabbed me in the tit.” 

“Yea but it’s dedly bc ur like 47893845748398.”

“...”

“...”

“SHIT” so yeah I fuckin died. 

“You… cunt.” I said and stoped living. 

When I woke up I was in hell. And who else was there???

Ur MOM! (sorry if ur mom is actually ded or somethin rip)

BUT ALSO MONDO AND DAIYA OWADA (the first one not my son)???? :0

“Hey cootie ;0” said doodie owada

“MONDO!” I cried running over to him.

“Am I a joke to you?” Daiya asked bc i ignored his dumb ass

“Wassup bbygrl C:” Mondo asked. 

“I missed you so much.” I told him. 

“Awww”

…

…

…

…

… 

“Kay let’s fuck already.” 

“K.” 

Our clothes all burned off bc my homophobic relatives tell me that I hell is hot. Then they bent me over. I suckked daiyas dick and took mondos in my ass. 

“Glucglucglucglucglucgluc” i said suckn dick. 

“Coom” and then I fake my organism. 

Soooo yeah were done and were just chillin wit angel hazbin hotel bc it’s hell. BUT IT TURNED OUT THAT DAIYA II WAS THERE BC HE WAS EXECUTED LMFAO

Anyways happy april fools day seeya next year :3

#crosspost #danganronpa #fanfic #trigger happy havoc #ao3 #danganronpa x reader #anime #mondo oowada x reader #mondo owada x reader #archive of our own #mondo owada #mondo x reader #mondo butter #fanfiction

[sorry-apsalar]

Frender Drabbles: Same as all the Other Meatbags, Right?

Summary: I would like a writing set in a pirate AU. I don't know why I see Bender so fucking good as a pirate, really. The plot, centered on Bender as captain, I would like the Planet Express crew and the main characters of Futurama to participate, occupying the respective roles that would correspond to this AU. At first, he believed that being one of the most famous and feared pirates was what he really wanted, all the treasures he wanted for himself. But, in one of his adventures and battles, he met a mermaid (Fry). And secretly, from that moment on, he never stops thinking about whether he would ever see him again. I would like you to have a memorable encounter in one of his battles, where Bender ended up injured and far from his ship, I leave it to your imagination <3.

Prompt was given to me in Spanish so here is the original before I ran it through google translate in order to understand it. "Quisiera un escrito ambientado en un AU pirata. No sé porque veo a Bender jodidamente bien como pirata, en verdad. La trama, centrada en Bender como capitán, me gustaría que la tripulación de Planet Express y los personajes principales de Futurama fueran partícipes, ocupando los respectivos roles que se les corresponderían a este AU. Él al principio, creía que ser uno de los piratas más famoso y temidos era lo que en verdad deseaba, todos los tesoros que quería para él. Pero, en una de sus aventuras y batallas, conoció a una sirena (Fry). Y en secreto, desde ese momento, no deja de pensar en sí alguna vez lo volvería a ver. Quisiera que hicieras un memorable encuentro en alguna de sus batallas, en donde Bender terminara herido y lejos de su barco, lo dejo a tu imaginación <3."

~

Lucky for Bender, when he’d been washed overboard it had been with a keg of ale. Fuel and something to hold onto to stop himself from sinking into the crushing depths of the ocean. Unlucky for Bender was that the gale had combined with the roar of canon fire had drowned out his calls for help. And now, his ship was well on its way to disappearing over the horizon.

But hey, at least the gale had finally cleared up. Leaving him bobbing up and down on the barrel as he watched his ship, leave. They’d won the battle naturally, the other ship now a floating wreck. So why hadn’t they turned around yet? Surely they’d noticed their captain was missing by now. They owed everything to him! He’d led them to far more success than they ever could’ve hoped for without him. So why wasn’t Leela turning the damn ship back around to come look for him?

He’d had swam towards them but the canon ball that had hit him had taken out one of his legs. A minor injury but how was he supposed to swim with one leg? He wasn’t designed to swim in the first place, very few robots were because the whole, metal sinks thing.

The barrel was already riding higher in the water with how much he’d drank from it. When he ran out of fuel would he be able to attach himself to it to stay afloat? Getting saved from such a state would be a long shot but far better than his chances of surviving the ocean’s depths. … What would it feel like to get crushed like a tin can by metric fuckton of water? His body could endure a lot of damage but probably not that, right? Meaning he was pretty damn screwed if he couldn’t keep hold of the barrel somehow. Which also meant he was pretty damn screwed in general.

“Come back, assholes!” He shouted after the ship, loud as he could. There was no way they heard but it made him feel a bit better anyway. “Turn around or I’m gonna be real mad.”

“I don’t think they can hear from all the way over here.”

Bender barely held back a flinch. Instead he turned to look at where the sudden voice had come from. A red-headed human floating in the water next to him, looking out towards the ship. “Where the heck did you come from?”

The human turned their head to look at him. “I swam up. Are you real robot?”

“What the hell else would I be?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen a real robot before. I thought the water was supposed to be bad for them.”

Bender scoffed. “As if mere water could hurt the likes of me. I’ll have you know that I’m Bender Bending Rodriguez, the world’s most famous and feared pirate captain.” He would be one anyway.

“I’m Philip J. Fry but you can just call me Fry. I’m uh… just a merman, nothing special.”

Ah, that explains where he’d come from then. “A merman, huh? I’ve never met a merman before. Can’t say I’ve ever cared to though. You’re basically the same as all the other meatbags, right? Except you live in the ocean.”

Fry shrugged. “I guess so. Anyway, you need help getting back to your ship? I can push your barrel.”

If most of him weren’t under the water, Bender would’ve looked him up and down, trying to find what he was hiding. Trusting him would be foolish but well, Bender wouldn’t be getting himself back to the ship any time soon and Leela didn’t seem to want to turn it around to come back for him. So he didn’t have many other options here. “What’s the catch?”

“Uh… no catch. I just think robots are cool and have always wanted to meet and talk to one about land and robot stuff.”

“So you wanna help me back to my ship as an excuse to hang out?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

Bender wasn’t sure he believed that but who wouldn’t want to hang out with him? And what other choice did he have? “Sure. You may help me get back to my ship. Not that I can’t get back to it myself of course, just I’m too lazy too.”

“Okay.” Fry dove under the water. He came back up a moment later, right next to Bender. Close enough that his arms brushed up against Bender’s as he put his hands on the barrel and started to swim, his powerful tail propelling them forward at a pace that was fairly quick but… even with the ship slowed by the damage it had taken from the battle, it would still be a long while before they reached it. And likely Fry, as was the case with all biological beings would have to stop to rest and eat every so often, making the journey take even longer. But at least Bender was finally properly moving towards his ship. He’d just have to get used to his new companion.

#my writing #futurama #frender #frender drabbles #fry #philip j fry #bender #bender bending rodriguez #pirate au #mermaid au

[angryteapott]

A reflection on why the introductory episodes of Alchemy of Souls part 2 are putting me off so much, featuring mild spoilers:

(TLDR if you like AoS’s softer female lead as of part two ep two, I really think you’ll like the show Lighter & Princess even though it’s contemporary. Check it out!!)

To be honest, I think the reason I’m grumpy about the current direction is the exact reason other people are liking it. While both seasons lean into the salt and fat style of making entertainment (always tastes better with More), part one uses breakneck pacing and shenanigans as it’s flavoring (which I prefer) where part 2 is using wildly popular romance tropes.

IMO, part one’s buddy comedy feel suits AoS’s anachronistic hairstyles, fast and tone flopping dialogue (that part where naksu almost gives uk to the soul shifter and instead of going all angsty they have him go “hey!” never fails to crack me up) and balls to the wall world building. It’s a romance, but a romance of two people who are first and foremost partners in chaos and who treat their goals as seriously as they treat each other. While a lot of its elements are common fare for its wuxia roots (ie introducing a new technique, saying it’s impossible, and giving the MC a hack to do it anyways within 10 minutes), AoS part 1 makes itself feel fresh by not lingering on its own self importance but instead on how batshit, amoral and funny its main characters are for using duct tape power ups as they scrabble towards the finish line, all while delivering surprisingly solid character arcs that emotionally anchor the decisions about arbitrary magical problems. It reminds me of the first few episodes of sword snow stride if sword snow stride thought women were people. In other words, it’s an absolute banger.

And now part two has launched, the ostensibly darker finish. After the teasers I personally was hoping “darker” meant the same pedal to the metal feel while it treated itself less lightly. However thus far (although it’s early days), this season’s MSG seems to be “dark” id appeasing romance tropes . They’re leaning into the fairytale elements more, which could be fun, but with this comes a closed off ML/ wide eyed FL romance and resultant overwrought angst (FL in her rapunzel era! she cries defeated until he whisks away the boat!! Marriage of convenience!!! Uwu she’s too insecure to even try with the lantern :(!! “She’s my wife” FL starstruck moment 🤩!!!). Which I’m not against as a concept, by the way!! I mean I just devoured lighter and princess and that’s a whole cheesefest. But thus far naksu’s uncut sweetness makes the simultaneous attempts at chaotic hilarity not land for me, and it doesn’t really jive with the previous emotional knots driving character actions approach as much as it does an angsty arbitrary romantic drama. Case in point is the writing giving the actress very Naksu ACTIONS (entrap a strong husband at all costs!!!) while direction is likely what’s making her give the most calf eyed, spaced out performance as she does it, which barely even makes sense. She doesn’t look frustrated at all with her “mom” for trapping her, even though she plans on escaping (and wrecking the jin reputation and harming her “mom”) in the next scene? She’s desperate enough to say something as vicious as jang uk’s so alone that he should marry anyone willing, but with a soft, spineless tone? Sheltered rich girls can have a spine, just see Lighter & Princess! For me, the screenshot parallels people are posting are the real knife in the gut- why are season one’s expressions so good while season two’s are just slightly confused? The hair is still wacky, the world building’s still like swiss cheese, and everyone else is still trying to banter… and I’m supposed to be swept into this played straight disney princess routine? While people seem to be loving the love affair, I keep waiting for why I watched in the first place.

That said, Uk and the crown prince still have mad beef in a way that feels both emotionally honest and funny (CP’s reaction to the wraiths was exactly what that plot point needed to deflate its self importance), and evil guy fieri remains delightfully schemey. So maybe they’ll bring the magic back!! For now, everyone else seems to be eating up the tropes, so maybe I’ll just stay grumpy alone.

#alchemy of souls #alchemy of souls spoilers #meta #to all yall who like it fair enough!!! I’m just personally not in it

[moonlit-trolls]

So, what exactly do you do for a living, Mousie?

[Docs for your sake]

—Hello I am Janett with The Empress’ Daily. We interrupt your normal daily broadcast to cover the most recent news that happened. We find ourselves in the scene of one of the largest bank robberies in the history of the north-west side of alternia. There was a bomb threat sent out to the Local Bank Seventy miles from here and the fleet were on high alert at the location of the bomb threat, Location was evacuated and all they ended up finding was a Briefcase with a Confetti and Glitter Bomb Inside, That had a decorative Cheese wheel as well as the word “Mouse’s got your tongue” with what seems to be an online communications Emoticon of someone Smiling.

    Currently we find ourselves in the general bank of the Northern East Side of the City, Where an Explosion alerted the people inside, Furthermore it seems like it was not an actual explosion but a sound coming from a machine able to do an extremely loud Booming sound without any actual damages. The Scene of the crime Appears to have been destroyed by a Construction Grade Wrecking ball. For the damage to the bank’s Vault and Side wall can be related to similar attacks of Property By Wayward Drones. The Bank’s Vault door is Inoperable if you do not have the Bio-metric scanners corrected, but it seems that the lock and main entrance was melted by what authorities affirm was extremely Rusted metal combined with black gunpowder. To create the Thermite Chemical Reaction. The metal oxidized within seconds and the Rusted Iron was melted with a flame ranging 1400°-1900° Celsius. It seems as if it was a Soldering torch that did the job. No suspects have been seen, but the same Internet Communications Emoticon has been sighted inside with the same Decorative block of Cheese with the words “Mouse Is Out of The House” written on the wall—

    Click The television makes a sound as it goes off, You are slouched over the reclining chair in bad need of Repairs eating mozzarella sticks straight out of the bag,You can see and hear your Nannybot with the blues painted Black, humming a mechanical song that doesn’t sound natural, Sounds scripted

    —C’mon MayMay, Cut the song and dance. Play some real music— Your voice echoes on the run down hive As the nannybot does as she is asked. Her audio system makes a noise as it adjusts and begins playing something more your style, The strumming of a badly tuned guitar, the off-beat bass and drums, Everything sounded Perfect As the band yelled their name for the nonexistent stage “WE ARE THE THREE MOUSEKETEERS!” Your voice was the one that boomed out. Alongside it the Fond memories of the band also came to mind.

    Personally you are proud of the job, Maeyie had already counted the bills to a perfect $200,000 Duffle bags as well as suitcases held it all under the floorboards you walk atop of to head to the kitchen area, Small apartment means that it’s all one singular room, not that you care. You want toast in this rainy mid-day, butter, two slices of bread into the frying pan. you believe that any bread can make pan toast, but you prefer sourdough, other people may wish for whole wheat or nuts might go for raisin bread. But you like the consistency of Sourdough, and you are not a simpleton to go with white basic bread. 

    –There is always a method to my madness– You thought to yourself as you ate the first bite of the first slice – I know what I am doing – You say looking out of the blinds, the police sirens finish what the music that Maeyie was playing lacked, The rhythm made sense and the lyrics tracked as the cars wooshed past your window leaving the strange neighborhood you found yourself in with dust to the roofs of buildings due to their speeds. as the sound of music is stopped you hear

    —Master Bonnie, Would You Wish For Me To Make You A Proper Diner?— Her voice was sweet, something you heard not once before from someone as earnest as her… Deeply you wish she was more than a robot so you could be actual friends. But you know that  behind the sweet voice and gestures, lies nothing more than ones and zeroes, and last time you spoke to numbers they called you crazy. But nonetheless you answer.

    —I, yeah man, we got some leftovers, can you mix it all with manioc flour and make some canned beans?— and the machine smiled —Of course Master Bonnie!— and began with the cooking. Her arms moved faster than you cared to look, it’s almost natural how well she knows what you enjoy. She bakes you cupcakes, and brings you what you want… She has to be more than just a bot. 

After leaving with notes that are not marked you come back with groceries, There is a warm plate of food on the table, a little card with a crudely drawn picture of Maeyie smiling, as well as a cup of Strawberry soda, your favorite, As you can see your nannybot Recharging on her station a bit off the wall. –Tastes good as always…– you say eating it, Manioc flour goes well with everything. lightly roasted before being added to dishes, it adds a depth of flavor and filling that no one would believe. you learned that from someone who you haven't talked to since you were basically a kid. but his teachings remain in your head. you warm the second slice of bread you toasted earlier to eat with, it never hurts to add some sourdough to a plate of rice and meat, Never hurt you at least.

    — This feels familiar… — you mutter to yourself looking at the empty chair in front of the counter —Eh, Doesn’t matter— the voice that comes out of you is strained, as if you were lying more to yourself than to the ghosts that are sitting on your broken down chair as you turn the television on. and the broadcast has a random Indigo-blood in custody for the robbery of the bank. 

#My Writting #Mouse Drabble #hehehehe #Does that answer your question :3c

[atangledfate]

Tangle’s Determination! Part 1

Making he way down the long hallway of HQ Tangle hefted the boxes up to get a better grip on them. She always hated doing Inventory, but she’d promised to help this time and not skip out on it. Jewel made her pink promise! How devious was that beetle? she knew she could never break a pink promise! So she and Belle were hard at work gathering all the stock of parts for the workshop, and taking a careful count of them. Well Belle was doing the counting she was doing the heavy lifting. The chief was in his office putting the numbers into the system, and making light of poor tangles situation. Either way, at least they were close to done now.

She pushed the boxes up on to the shelves, and dusted her hands off and began the long search for the next set of boxes. It was pretty dark so she was stumbling looking for that damned switch again! Still her mind was on her planned trip, she was gonna be traveling soon, see the world figure out what she wanted with her life. Have an adventure or two, maybe along the way! But her thoughts shattered when a loud CRASH filled her ears and knocked several boxes off the shelves! It nearly knocked Tangle off her feet! She heard a scream that followed and fear filling her body! What the hell was that? What was going on?

In a Mad Dash Tangle sped down the hallway toward main workshop and threw the door open. What she saw sent chills down her spine, it was one of those worst case scenarios that played in her head all the time. Standing in the center of the room was the shining metal exterior of a Badnik and not just any badnik, one she’d fought, only in a far different form. 

Metal Sonic, he had Belle by her neck holding her in the air with her feet kicking back and forth. The Chief was buried in rubble, and those gleaming red eyes flashed as Tangle burst through the door. She didn’t hesitate, her body moved on its own as she dashed toward the machine throwing her tail out like a wrecking ball toward Metal. Yet he was quick enough to use his thruster to avoid the blow, her tail crashing through the wall and leaving a long line of destruction. Tangle had seconds to think, as Metal threw Belle at her, forcing her to catch the Bot, and she was quite predictable in this moment. It was the first of a very painful mistake, but one she would likely have made every time. 

She caught her friend, but Metal used that moment to close the distance in a flash of motion and dove his foot into tangle’s face! The blow sent her careening like a small rocket into the ground and skipped off the stone like a rock across a pond. Her vision split, and as the blow was forceful enough to rattle her brain in her skull. She struggled to get back to her feet as she knew he was close. 

“ METAL STOP! “

Belle yelled at the other badnik, but he simply ignored her, as his foot went directly into Tangles stomach as she was trying to get back up launching her through the roof of the workshop and into the air. Metal blitzing upwards to catch her foot mid flight. He spun her like a top and threw her back down into nthe workshop with a titanic CRASH! knocking the wind out of her, and she was sure some of her bones cracked! He was just to fast, by the time she could react he was already on the offense. She needed some plan of attack, anything but as she was crawling out of that rubble, everything hurt. She could taste blood in her mouth, and she was struggling to even see straight. 

Metal lowered himself down into the workshop again, his eyes flashed and he placed a hand on the stone wall next to him and pushed on it, causing the wall to topple over ontop of the Lemur, trapping her legs under the rubble and keeping her pinned. 

“ Target Designation, Tangle Neutralized, Procuring Subject Belle... “

He slowly moved across the room to grab Belle’s arm, yanking her up into the air, despite he struggling. Tangle though wasn’t giving up not yet, as she pulled and tugged at her legs trying to move them. She closed her eyes and grit her teeth, she had one chance to save Belle and she had to grit and bare it, she didn’t have any other choice. Digging down Tangle pushed on the ground lifting the wall that had fallen onto of her upward. the wall crumbling and falling to bits as she pushed herself up despite the walls weight onto of her. She muscled her way to standing, and the stone and rock fell about her as she made her way to standing. 

Battered and Beaten Tangle stared the Metal Menace down and rubbed a thumb under her nose.

“ That all ya got? I can do this all Day! now put my friend down! and finish what you started! “  

Despite her claims---she was hurting, and having trouble breathing without pain still she had a plan. A stupid Stupid, STUPID plan!

#IC #Drabble #Tangle's Determination! #Tangle vs Metal Sonic #Round 1!

[mrxcreepypasta1991]

For: @ask-toxic-the-yokai

New Muse!

Meet the rest of the Slasher Animatronics! (Part 1)

Movie Poster:

1st Muse:

Slasher BB & and Slasher JJ

Created by:

• William Afton (Aka: WX /The Mad Rabbit)

Slasher BB's Real Name: Bud Johnson

Slasher JJ's Real Name: Jennie Johnson (Bud's Twin Sister)

Alias:

• The Balloon Twins

• The Terror Twins of Freddy Fazbear's Funhouse

• The Explosive Experts

Species:

• Humans (When they're both alive)

• Slasher Animatronics

Cause of Death: Firework Explosives in the 4th of July fireworks store, burned alive as the fire spreads.

Remnants (Souls): Bud Johnson & Jennie Johnson (Twin siblings)

Ages:

• Immortal (20 years old) (Bud Johnson)

• Immortal (20 years old) (Jennie Johnson)

Genders:

• Male (Bud Johnson)

• Female (Jennie Johnson)

Sexes: Straight (Both)

Affiliation:

• Ben and Jennie's 4th of July Fireworks Store (1979-1987)

• Freddy Fazbear's Funhouse

• Five Nights at Freddy's: The Slasher Madhouse (Horror Movie from Blumhouse Productions)

Weapons:

• Balloon-Shaped Bombs

• Giant Mace (Slasher BB's weapon form)

• Wrecking Ball on a Chain (Slasher JJ's weapon form)

Occupation:

• Explosive Experts

• Owners of their 4th of July Fireworks Store (Used to be)

• Demolition Experts of Freddy Fazbear's Funhouse (Currently)

Catchphrases: "Take these balloons before they go BOOM!" -Slasher BB & Slasher JJ

Meet Slasher BB and Slasher JJ: The most explosive animatronics... literally, Slasher BB and JJ who talks in sync with each other and love nothing more than a good explosion. These two are the demolition experts as their weapons of choice are balloon shaped bombs that can float around and explode, more than capable of blowing holes in walls or blowing someone to smithereens.

Slasher BB and JJ are the toughest of the Slasher animatronics due to their extremely tough metal shell, this shall protect them from high amounts of damage, from gunshots to falling from extreme heights, they can have their own bombs explode in their faces and come up relatively undamaged. BB and JJ can even retract their limbs into their shells like a turtle, forming a sphere and they can roll around becoming a metal boulder of death, in this form they can be even used as weapons by the other Slasher animatronics, such as: Slasher Fredbear can pick up Slasher BB and throw him in the air. BB and JJ can even form two different melee weapons for the Slashers by extending their necks to become handles, Slasher BB can become a giant Mace while Slasher JJ can become a wrecking ball on a chain.

2nd Muse:

Slasher Baby

Created by:

• William Afton (Aka: WX /The Mad Rabbit)

Real Name: Daisy Van Helsingwise

Alias:

• A Killer Clown with a serious temper

• The Leader of her Slasher Bidybab Swarm

• The Ally of Oliviatop Van Hellsing

Species:

• Human (When she's alive)

• Slasher Animatronic

Cause of Death: Murdered by Vampires

Remnant (Soul): Daisy Van Helsingwise

Age: Immortal (20 years old)

Gender: Female

Sex: Straight

Affiliation:

• Freddy Fazbear's Funhouse

• Freddy Fazbear's Carnival of Carnage (Live Show at Freddy Fazbear's Funhouse)

• Five Nights at Freddy's: The Slasher Madhouse (Horror Movie from Blumhouse Productions)

Allies:

• Babywise (Olivatop W Hellsing)

Children:

• Slasher Bidybab Hornets (Both Male & Female) (Extra Muse)

• Slasher Bidybab Scorpions (Both Male & Female) (Extra Muse)

Weapon:

• Oversized Slasher Chainsaw

• Slasher Bidybabs (Children)

Occupation:

• Vampire Hunter (Currently)

• Werewolf Hunter (Currently)

• Killer Clown Performer of Freddy Fazbear's Carnival of Carnage (Currently)

Catchphrase: "Don't even try to run... My children are hungry for fresh meat."

Meet Slasher Baby: A vicious animatronic and with a serious temper, Slasher Baby is one of the fastest Slasher animatronics due to having wheels for feet, allowing her to move at Incredible speed, making it almost impossible to escape her once she has sights on you.

Baby's weapon of choice is her oversized Slasher Chainsaw on her right arm, which she can use to cut through a wide variety of materials, including wood, stone, flesh and even metal. While she's at high speed, Baby can grind the chainsaw along the ground while moving, allowing her to ignite the saw on fire, becoming a flaming chainsaw that she can use to deal even more damage and suffering.

Finally, she has a family of little robots known as the Slasher Bidybabs, Baby can unleash a swarm of these robots from either her stomach or mouth and they come in two different types, hornets and scorpions. The hornets can fly and they have razor sharp stingers and legs, perfects for ripping a person's flesh off while the scorpions can climb walls and they have a poisonous tail that they can use to eject poison into their victims. The Slasher Bidybabs like to crawl down a person's throat and into their body, they rip and tear organs and kill them from the inside.

3rd Muse:

Slasher Ballora

Created by:

• William Afton (Aka: WX /The Mad Rabbit)

Real Name: Bellalina Renoir

Alias:

• The Most Acrobatic Ballerina

• A Dangerous Ballerina Dancer at Freddy Fazbear's Funhouse

Species:

• Human (When she's alive)

• Slasher Animatronic

Cause of Death: High School Shooting

Remnant (Soul): Bellalina Renoir

Age: Immortal (18 years old)

Gender: Female

Sex: Straight

Affiliation:

• Freddy Fazbear's Funhouse

• Freddy Fazbear's Carnival of Carnage (Live Show at Freddy Fazbear's Funhouse)

• Five Nights at Freddy's: The Slasher Madhouse (Horror Movie from Blumhouse Productions)

Companions:

• 4 Slasher Minireenas (Female) (Extra Muses)

Weapon:

• Razor-Sharp Blades

• Giant Circular Saw

• Slasher Minireenas (Companions)

Occupation:

• High School Student (Formerly after her tragic death)

• Ballerina (Currently)

• The Most Acribatic Dangerous Ballet Dancer of Freddy's Carnival of Carnage (Currently)

Catchphrase: "Step over here... let us dance together... don't worry, I won't bite... much!"

Meet Slasher Ballora: The most acrobatic of the Slasher animatronics, Slasher Ballora is a flexible and dangerous ballet dancer, she is capable of backflips, cartwheels and running of either her arms, legs or on all fours, using her razor sharp blades on her arms and legs to slash open anyone in her way. Ballora has a giant circular saw with curved teeth on her waist, perfect for sawing a person in-half. Ballora can spin around at incredibly fast speeds, becoming a deadly spinning top that can rip someone to shreds in a few seconds.

The Slasher Minireenas are Ballora's companions, they possess similar abilities to Slasher Ballora, while they're not as strong as Ballora but due to their small size they are quicker and can climb into a person's body and rip them apart from within. The Minireena like to torture their victims instead of outright killing, such as sawing off their limbs, poking out their eyeballs or endless stabbing and poking, not suprisingly they get on very well with Slasher Foxy.

4th Muse:

Slasher Mangle

Created by:

• William Afton (Aka: WX /The Mad Rabbit)

Real Name: Marla Evangline

Alias:

• An Absolute Abomination

• The Most Unstable and Aggressive of a Group

• An Abused Housewife who suffered from Domestic Abuse

Species:

• Human (When she's alive)

• Slasher Animatronic

Cause of Death: Killed by her abusive husband after a Domestic Abuse Incident

Remnant (Soul): Marla Evangline

Age: Immortal (23 years old)

Gender: Female

Sex: Straight

Affiliation:

• Freddy Fazbear's Funhouse

• Freddy Fazbear's Carnival of Carnage (Live Show at Freddy Fazbear's Funhouse)

• Five Nights at Freddy's: The Slasher Madhouse (Horror Movie from Blumhouse Productions)

(Abusive) Ex-Husband:

• Dennis Hubert Evangeline

Children:

• Eva Evangeline

• Evan Evangeline

Weapon:

• She's an absolute abomination, and trust me she can attack.

Occupation:

• A Vengeful Spirit who has Unfinished Business (Currently)

• Protecter of her children (Currently)

• The Abomination Freakshow Performer from Freddy Fazbear's Funhouse (Currently)

Catchphrase: "Go ahead, try to take me apart, it will be the last thing you ever do!"

Meet Slasher Mangle: Having 8 legs, 8 arms, 3 heads and 2 torsos, Slasher Mangle is an absolute abomination and is the most unstable and aggressive of the group. Each of it's limbs are completely interchangeable, meaning they can be swapped out different limbs or placed into a different socket, this means that Slasher Mangle can have different weapons depending on the situation and have many different forms depending on where it's limbs are placed, the form you see here is only one of the many forms it can take.

But most dangerous of all, even if a limb gets detached from Mangle, it can still control it from a distance, either to crawl back to Mangle to be reattached or to attack its target, even if Slasher Mangle was to completely fall to pieces, it can still control all its limbs, literally pulling itself back together or to all crawl towards its target and ripping them from limb to limb. With the 2 torsos, Slasher Mangle can split itself into two animatronics, with each one, possessing one or two heads and whatever limbs it needs, each body is controlled by Mangle's singular A.I., allowing it to be in two places at the same time.

5th Muse:

Slasher Wolf

Created by:

• William Afton (Aka: WX /The Mad Rabbit)

Real Pet Name: Silver

Alias:

• The Robot Werewolf

Species:

• Dog (When he's alive)

• Slasher Animatronic

Cause of Death: Attacked and Eaten Alive by Werewolves

Remnant (Soul): Silver

Age: Immortal

Gender: Male

Sex: Straight

Affiliation:

• Freddy Fazbear's Funhouse

• Freddy Fazbear's Carnival of Carnage (Live Show at Freddy Fazbear's Funhouse)

• Five Nights at Freddy's: The Slasher Madhouse (Horror Movie from Blumhouse Productions)

Silver's Owner: Slasher Fredbear (Aka: Fredrick Van Helsing)

Weapon:

• Clearly he has no weapons like the others. The only weapons he uses are his teeth and razor-sharp claws.

Occupation:

• Vampire Hunting Dog (Currently)

• Werewolf Hunting Dog (Currently)

• The Feral Performer from Freddy Fazbear's Funhouse

Catchphrase: "GRRRRRRR... BARK! BARK!"

Meet Slasher Wolf: Essentially a robot werewolf, Slasher Wolf doesn't talk, instead emits growls, barks and snarls like a real wolf, while he doesn't have any of the weapons the other Slasher Animatronics have, the only weapons Slasher Wolf uses are his teeth and razor-sharp claws, but he has other advantages like his massive strength, speed, agility, and size.

Slasher Wolf is the second tallest of the group, just under Slasher Fredbear, it can lift up heavy objects with ease, jump high distances, run on all fours, reaching speeds up to 70 mph, making it the fastest tunnels which are perfect for ambushing its prey, bursting out of the ground and dragging his prey underground to rip them apart.

[shadowboxerinc]

Music Festivals for Halloween 2023

10.19.23 Hello again! I’m back with some music festivals from Music Festival Wizard. This time we are focusing on the festivals during the last few weeks of October 2023. Credit source: Music Festival Wizard SUPER UNNATURAL 2023 SCOTTSDALE, AZOCTOBER 27-28, 2023 ESCAPE HALLOWEEN 2023 SAN BERNARDINO, CAOCTOBER 27-28, 2023 / BOOK TICKETS WRECKING BALL METAL MADNESS 2023 DALLAS, TXOCTOBER…

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#event #Halloween 2023 #Halloween music festivals #music #Music Festival Wizard #musical events #October 2023 #slider #spook season #supernatural

[jonah-archives]

AUUUUGGUH pafl yura and anya’s relationship almost describes emilio and amelia’s relationship perfectly... ESPECIALLY IN CONVERGENCE. theu would totally knife fight that shit out while evelyn and francis (considering changing his name tbh. i dont wanna associate him with 8:11 francis) watch.. i think the only difference would be like. the reason why they hate each other. since both of their parents were pretty absent. i could litwrally go indepth with the lyrics to explain everything since i already overexplain a lot but ugmm maybe tomorrow :3 anyways abt the sillies wings... i have no idea how they would actually work but uhmmm they’d be decently heavy. they’re not used for flight most of the time tbh whoever fucked them up really just wanted to test out random fucked up shit without the intention of actually benefiting them. if you were to yank on them they wouldn’t rlly hurt. i like to think that even though they’re quite literally attached to their backs theres not many nerve endings there since the structures are mainly made of metal and not anything that might’ve been able to fuse w/ the body?? again idk wtf im talking about. im a middle schooler bro not a surgeon smh/silly and btww if the wings were to be completely removed like cut off or smth both of them wouldn’t really feel anything except for their back finally not hurting as much lol ALSO ALSO SONGS THAT FIT THEM. I DONT HAVE MY SPOTIFY BCZ IM IN SCHOOL RN BUT ILL ADD ON LATER. they are on a whole nother level of traumatized for most of their songs being vocaloid/j also live laugh love ferry. most of the songs that fit the story in general are pafl songs yippee!!! i think strike 3 and convergence are the ones that fit the most idk ill have to re-listen to everything.. anyway wrecking ball by mother mother is so amelia,, OH YEAH END WORLD NORMOPATHY TOO!! mmost of the updated stuff is inspired by that ngl the old version of this story is mad goofy.. not all of the songs timeline matches up with lf’s but its. close enough i guess?? amelia gets out way before emilio but uhh she’s still mariyam and emilio’s still tamari. and just bcz of these damn vocaloid songs half of these goofers have voiceclaims that are uh. all over the place to say the least. i had a song in mind for each voice claim but i only wrote them down as the vocal synth themselves smhh i think i had amelia as solaria and emilio as kevin just because of ewn?? i remember emilio mightve also been mo chen from this one cover but idk ill have to check :( theres also a bunch of underrated songs none of my friends have heard of that fit these sillies.. liek smile for them by bones.. so ameliacore/j im gonna have to make a playlist on yt bcz most of these songs arent on spotify anyway </3 still looking into a bunch of symbolism for emilio and amelia btw!! rn they’re dove and falcon/sun and moon/gold and silver and thats it andd i think thats all i have for now :’3 

#oc stuff #lost familiarity

[insects-in-every-hole]

Frozen Soul at Wrecking Ball, July 2021

#frozen soul #35mm #will mecca #35mm film #film photography #expired 35mm film #expired film #expired 35mm #texas #death metal #wrecking ball metal madness #century media records

[butwhyduh]

The Art Gallery

Kyle Rayner x batsis!reader fluff

Summary: the reader has a charity benefit at an art gallery and hopes that Kyle will actually show up because he’s not the most punctual boyfriend.

“Be there. Show up,” you begged him and Kyle nodded quickly.

“I’ll be there. I promise,” he said. It was the 3rd time that week that he had flaked on you. Why was he the sweetest guy when he was with you but a complete flake otherwise?

Kyle kissed your forehead and pulled you into a hug. “Don’t worry. I won’t miss it for the world,” he promised. “I know how important this show is to you.”

“Thank you,” you said giving him a kiss.

3 hours later

Kyle was having a much harder time keeping his promise. It was an hour until the showing and he was currently fighting some kind of 12 leg tentacle monster in the Bronx. He used a giant hammer like they use at a carnival the smack the monster who was currently trying to eat him.

His phone went off. He knew it was you. But his hands were a little busy holding the monster from biting him with its nasty beak. God, what kind of cryptid is this??

“Hey Kyle, I hope you are on your way and that’s why you aren’t answering. I’m getting ready to leave and I’m going to be leaving in the next 30 minutes. I’m going to be mad if you don’t show at all and I’m hoping you ride with me. This benefit,” you said on his voicemail. “It’s a big deal for me. I didn’t have the easiest childhood growing up and this is my way to give back. Change the actual foster home that I grew up in for the better. If you don’t show.... Kyle, I don’t know how things will work. I really need to know you’re there for me. Anyways, call me back when you get the chance. I’ve got to go.”

Kyle got the alert that he got a voicemail just as he threw a green boulder at the monster. It growled at him but was slower to get up. The voicemail was forgotten as he swung a wrecking ball at it. The beast went down with a thud. Kyle dropped the wrecking ball on it and it finally stopped moving. Right before it threw up purple slime all over him.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” he groaned. Kyle checked his watch. 15 minutes to be on time. And he had to shower and throw on a suit before going across town. Good thing he was Green Lantern. Kyle started flying over when his phone started ringing.

“Hey, I’m on the way. Work had me tangled up but I’m on the way,” he said quickly.

“Your work as a freelance artist?” You asked, suspiciously. “If you don’t want to come Kyle, you should just say that,” you said angrily. Yeah, he deserved that.

“No I do,” he said in earnest. “Trust me. I’ll be there. I know how important it is to you. I’ve got to go so I can get there.”

You sighed heavily. “Fine. But you better show,” you warned.

Kyle was in the process of unlocking his door when he heard a scream from down the block. No no no, that isn’t what he needs today. But clearly someone’s in trouble. He hurried over to see 4 guys surrounding a woman who was clutching her purse in fear.

“Seriously? You can’t do anything better with your time?” He said before flying down between her and them. It didn’t take much time to disable them and tie them up but it was 5 minutes he couldn’t get back. Kyle didn’t even wait to see the cops arrive before he ducked inside to shower and change.

It took 7 minutes to scrub all the goo off and 4 minutes to put on a suit, which Kyle thought was impressive. Now if he could just fly across town he would only be 5 minutes late.

Kyle got halfway there before he saw an emergency. A freakin train was driving dangerously fast into the city. Kyle looked at his suit and groaned. It was probably gonna get ruined, even under the green lantern suit. He flew close to the train to see the conductor panicking and pressing all kind of buttons. Okay, that wasn’t going to fix it.

Kyle made a new brake on the train and pulled the lever. For a minute the train started slowing before the brake snapped and the train sped up. “Shit, okay okay. Don’t panic.” Kyle strapped a huge parachute and 4 brakes on the train and it slowed down a lot but not enough. Not enough for the sharp corner it was going to need to make. Kyle created a Superman to push on the front of the train. He groaned under the strain of multiple projections. The train slowed down more but he couldn’t tell if it was enough for the curve. Kyle joined the Superman and pushed the train with his ring, willing it to slow. It whipped towards its side as it sped around the corner and he could hear the passengers screaming. Kyle created a huge hamburger helper hand to hold the train upright and it made it through the curve in one piece.

The train engineer stood up in triumph and the train started slowing on its own. It finally came to a stop on a bridge over the highway. Passengers cheered to be safe. Kyle winced when he realized he would need to get these passengers to safety off of the tracks. He made some green gondolas that started carrying the passengers to the street where cops were already arriving. It took another 20 minutes to get them all to safety.

Kyle looked at his phone as he flew of. “Shit,” he breathed. He was 20 minutes late and you had left 3 more messages. He hurried to the side entrance and almost went in without taking his green lantern suit off. He grabbed some flowers from the flower bed along the walkway, sorry, to give to you.

“Hey,” Kyle said straightening his tie as he walked over to you. He hid the collar that was black with whatever was on the train. You grinned and suddenly his frantic activity was worth it. You gave him a big hug and took the flowers from him.

“You made it,” you said, kissing his cheek. You threaded your fingers in his and gave him a tour of the gallery. “And this is the acting coordinator of the exhibit,” you said, introducing Kyle to an older woman. She shook his hand with a polite smile.

“Yes your girlfriend, she’s our biggest contributor and has made a huge difference, both for local artists and her charity. It’s pretty amazing. I couldn’t have done it without her. Do you smell motor oil,” she asked with a frown. “Or some kind of chemical smell?”

“Probably me,” he laughed nervously. “Had a flat tire. That’s why I’m late.”

“Oh that would make sense,” she nodded before excusing herself to speak to other people.

“There’s something I want to show you,” you said with a shy grin. Kyle looked at you curiously. You took his hand and a bit of a breath and guided him over to a particular piece on the wall.

It was a charcoal sketch of a woman in a bed, clearly nude but under covers, asleep. To be more precise, it was you. You watched Kyle nervously. He stared at the art and the frame and the small metal plate beneath it that simply said his name and phone number along with the title ‘freelance artist.’ He stared a little too long and you started to get nervous that he didn’t like it. You should have asked. You grasped your elbow in your hand and Kyle suddenly turned to you with a serious look.

“You didn’t have to-“

“I wanted to,” you answered his unasked question. Kyle grinned and picked you up in a hug. He twirled you in a circle and you giggled while holding his shoulder. “Put me down,” you yelped with laughter.

“Sorry, yeah. Not the place,” he said with a nervous laugh at the people staring. He rubbed the back of his neck and big his lip. “That’s amazing tho. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I did chose local artists and I happen to know a guy...” you said playfully.

“Gosh I hope it’s me,” Kyle replied with a grin.

“Of course it is,” you said holding his hand. “So why do you actually smell like industrial oil? And why were you late?”

“Well, it’s a long story. I’ll tell you later,” he said giving you a knowing look.

“I’m tingling with anticipation,” you answered dryly. “You’re okay that I picked that particular sketch...”

“Mixed feelings on my girlfriend naked in an art gallery.... but it is a really good likeness to you...... I’m kidding. It’s great,” he said kissing your forehead.

“Okay I’ve got to get back to work but there is a ton of food to try,” you said.

“Fancy food?” He said suspiciously.

“Well yeah. But we’ll go get burgers afterwards,” you said walking off. Kyle had a little grin on his face as he watched you work.

Of course he had no idea that a week later his phone would be ringing off the hook looking for work.

#Kyle Rayner x reader #green lantern x reader #Kyle Rayner #dc fanfics #dc fanfiction #batsis #kyle rayner x batsis!reader #batsis!reader #Kyle rayner fluff

[latenightwrittes]

The Good Side | JJ Maybank

Summary: You got the good side of things. Listen to “The Good Side” by Troye Sivan while you read.

A/N: well, some of you asked for it, so here it is!!@fandomhopped asked for a tag, soooo here it is:)) Oh god, this is literally... so sad. Sorry. could also work as a song fic for “Champagne Problems” by Taylor Swift.

Warnings: Season 2 spoilers!! + mention of vomit, alcoholism, dementia (only as a joke), drugs, and language

Word Count: 6012

I got the good side of things

Left you with both of the rings

The Outer Banks. Paradise on Earth. But as you stepped off the ferry and the realization hit you that you were home, it felt more like Hell on Earth.

The last time you left the Outer Banks, it was in a blur. You had lived your entire life here, out on the Cut with your cousin, John Routledge, and his three best friends. Your parents had passed away when you were very young, and Uncle John Sr. became your legal guardian. You and John met the Pogues in the third grade, and the rest was history: Pope was the one to talk you out of causing trouble, Kie bailed you out when you were too deep into it, and your closest friend JJ was usually the one who started it. JJ. The reason you were in emotional hell right now. You’d like to say you hadn’t thought about him, but you couldn’t even lie to yourself: he was all you could think about.

When Big John had disappeared, all you and John B had was each other. You tried to talk him out of going down the same road as his father, but he was hell-bent on finishing what your uncle had started. Things started to get dicey with Child Services for both you and John, but luckily you caught a break with Hurricane Agatha. John B continued his mad hunt for the gold, nearly getting himself killed more than once while doing it. And you started to rely on JJ.

JJ had always been there for you in a little sister kind of way, even though you were the same age. No matter what he was doing, he was the one who picked you up when you got too drunk; he was the one to save you from angry Kooks or DCS officers. Things only became romantic in the tenth grade. Suddenly, JJ was your first kiss, he was sneaking over to the Chateau every day, taking you out to the Wreck for a bite to eat, walking you home from work every night. The Pogues called it puppy love, but nobody could deny how real it was.

You always thought it worked so well because your bond had been unbreakable since childhood: John B was JJ’s favorite guy to drive with, or catch fish, or throw a ball around, but when he had hard times with his dad, or got into real trouble, it was you that JJ came to. You were his safe place; he could always count on you to wipe the blood away and tell him everything was going to be fine. You were always the voice of reason for JJ, and he knew that you had your entire life planned out. You swore you’d never get married too young; you weren’t good at making life-changing decisions like that. You two used to sit in the hammock for hours, talking about your future houses, kids, even going full Kook. JJ had always said, “I swear to god, Y/N, I’ll give it to you one day. Everything you want. Or I’ll die trying.”

You would always reply back with something like, “Not until we’re adults, J.” Luckily, he was never offended by that; he was always the one that wanted to make the jump, take the risk, even without thinking too much beforehand. He had always been ready to marry you, but he knew he’d have to wait. You were always the hesitant one; you could never dive into anything headfirst without thinking of the consequence. He knew this, and he always respected it. He was always willing to hear you out. Usually, this system kept you two out of trouble.

There was only one time that it failed.

My fingers danced and swayed in the breeze

The change in the wind took you down to your knees

You could remember so clearly the warm August night when John B disappeared. You had been sitting in a hard metal folding chair, in a flimsy plastic police tent, while a tropical storm raged around you. You could faintly hear John B communicating with the authorities through the radio on the Phantom, his and Sarah’s escape boat. JJ squeezed your hand tightly, still holding out hope for your cousin and his best friend. Suddenly, the line just went… dead. Nothing. You didn’t know what was going on until Officer Shoupe came rushing in. You all stood up as he delivered the news that they had lost John B and Sarah. You remember everyone’s parents had come to collect them, and that was when the weight of this entire heist came crashing down on you. In a single instant, two kids were dead and everyone was sorry and ashamed and ready to go home. The hunt for the gold was over forever; you had lost far more than you earned.

Kie’s parents held her while she yelled for John B, and Pope’s had let him cry on their shoulders, even through all of their anger. In the face of grief, everything else seems to fade away. All you feel is regret. And all you felt in that moment was JJ’s arms around you. You were in so much shock, you had just let him sink into you, sobbing into your shoulder as quietly as he could manage.

You had driven home solemnly, not sure what to say at all. Kie and Pope were surely grounded forever by their parents; and why shouldn’t they stay home? The heist was over. The adventures, the chaos, the fights, were over. John B and Sarah were dead at sixteen years old. And none of you had anything to show for it. JJ didn’t feel like going home, and you couldn’t stand to be alone in the Chateau; it only reminded you that it was once full, before both your uncle and cousin were lost to the same cause.

In the midst of you and JJ’s grief, your roles seemed to reverse for a few days. Usually, he would be the one expressing all his feelings, loudly, and you would be the one to suppress everything for as long as possible. But this time, he became the voice of reason, trying to pick up the pieces of his life. He shoved down his tears and his regrets and took himself to work, just trying to pay off his restitution and fix what he still could. While he was trying to salvage his own life, he was also taking care of you while you fell apart. He held you through endless nights without sleep, let you punch walls and cry into John B’s pillows for hours. He was keeping both your heads above water.

You, however, let everything out. Not just your grief for John B, everything. The grief for your uncle, your parents, all the trouble you had gotten into, all the mistakes you made so carelessly. Everything you had been holding back your entire life. You were sad in a way you had never felt before. Tears rushed out of you until your body couldn’t make them anymore, and your chest constantly had an unbearable weight pushing on it. The weight of all your failures, and all the family members you outlived. Call it good luck, but it felt pretty shitty. More than the sadness, though, you felt anger. You had always been the voice of reason for the Pogues, especially John B. And yet you bought into his concocting, you let him continue the wild goose chase that had already taken so many lives. You fucking idiot, you told yourself. You knew exactly how this story ended, and you let John B see it through anyway. You were sure you would never forgive yourself.

You both thought that you had reached rock bottom. But as your uncle used to tell you, you can always go lower. And you sure as hell did.

I got the good side of you

And sent it out into the blue

About a week after the incident with John and Sarah, that annoying little thorn in your side came back. The one that John B always managed to get rid of for you; the one that Hurricane Agatha delayed. This time, there was no hurricane or John B to stop it, and it came in the form of a knock at your door. Interim Sheriff Victor Shoupe. And an agent from the Department of Child Services.

That morning was a blur for you. JJ had just left for work, and you let the officer knock on the door twice before answering. It was his voice through the door that sprung you from your seat on the couch. The sheriff at your door could not be a good sign. And you were right; it was about the worst sign you had ever been given in your entire life. Your DCS agent had finally shown up, and broke the news to you that you were to be placed in foster care immediately, and moved to the mainland, off of the Outer Banks. When John B was still alive, the chase for gold and the hurricane season had distracted you both from the recurring DCS problem, but just as you forgot about it, here it was again to bite you. You were leaving tomorrow.

Your heart had been broken into a million pieces in the past week, and as you stood in the living room with Shoupe and the agent, each of those tiny pieces broke in half again. They were shards of glass, cutting into your chest, your ribs, your lungs. Coming up through your throat. Infecting your brain. You couldn’t form words; all you could do was stare at the sheriff like an idiot, your brain on fire and your heart stopped. That feeling remained long after the officers showed themselves out, and you were frozen in place until JJ got home from work that day.

You told him the news, your broken heart threatening to spill vomit out of your lips and tears from your eyes. You were already on the floor, and he dropped to his knees. JJ had given you his best that week, but when his face was buried into your shoulder to comfort you, he let a few stray tears fall. He was able to collect himself and you two sat at the table that night, reading over the papers that the DCS agent gave you regarding foster care. That’s when you saw the asterisk at the bottom of the document.

“Unemancipated minors are only exempt from foster care under these conditions: A) has an arrangement to live with another family member, or B) is legally married.” JJ had read it to you out loud, and you recognized the look on his face all too well.

Hope.

The people danced to the sound of your heart

The world sang along to it falling apart

He pleaded with you until early in the morning, when the sun was coming up. It had gotten to the point where you almost laughed at him, even in the face of your anxiety and fear and sadness. You wanted to scream, this is my last day here. My final hours, and you want to spend it trying to cheat our way out.

“Y/N, listen to me. I know, I know, I know you always wanted to wait until we were older, and that’s the right thing to do, I know it too. But can’t you see it’s our only solution? Fuck, it’s our last hope, Y/N. We could do it right now, someone in this goddamned down has to be ordained to do it and they would help us out, I’m sure-” JJ was almost yelling now. His pent-up grief could be heard through his voice, it showed in his stutters and voice cracks. He was frantic. You both knew he’d do anything to save you from this. If you weren’t so numb inside, you would’ve screamed back. But something inside you just couldn’t say yes.

The officer was coming to collect you at 7am that morning. It was some time after 6 when it happened: JJ looked at you and threw out his last resort; his dying torch. He got down on one knee in front of you. You were suddenly looking down at a man who was at his lowest point, at his most vulnerable, and literally on the ground for you. You could practically feel his broken heart struggling to beat as he asked you the big question. “Y/N, I know this isn’t exactly how we talked about it and I don’t have a ring, but work with me. We both know this is the only way out, the only way for you to stay- shit, I would’ve married John B too if he were still here. Please, please, I know you’re in a bad place mentally right now but this is our chance. And we both know I was gonna do this one day anyway. Y/N Routledge, would you please marry me?”

His eyes were brimming with tears and his smile was still hopeful, even though yours had faded so long ago. It was true; you knew he’d ask one day, and you still found yourself completely unprepared. In that moment, you were overwhelmed with anxiety, grief, sadness, and anger. And you just weren’t ready. You knew it didn’t matter whether you were ready for marriage; this was to save you from leaving the Outer Banks forever, and you loved JJ more than anything, but you just couldn’t find the answer until he was already on his knees. His heart was made of glass, and he had just ripped it out and handed it to you. And you dropped it. You said, “DCS will be here in half an hour. I need to pack a bag.”

You put some clothes and a toothbrush into your backpack, grabbed John B’s hoodie on the way out, and the officer arrived 5 minutes early to pick you up. And then you were gone. If you had been right in the head, you would’ve told JJ a thousand things: how sorry you were, how you loved him and always would, how much you’d miss him. Most importantly, if you were right in the head, you would’ve just told him yes. But you weren’t. So you said nothing.

JJ was still on his knees when you closed the Chateau door behind you for the last time.

But I sympathize, and I recognize

And baby I apologize…

I got the good side, the good side of things

JJ never told you this, but he already had the speech written for when he would propose to you. It would be on your 25th birthday, because you wanted to wait until 25, and he would ask John B for his blessing first. Maybe the pogues would be there, or maybe you’d be alone. And he’d have the nicest ring - he was already saving up - and he’d recite this big long speech and you’d cry tears of joy, and say yes, because you told him you would. You promised that when he asked, you’d say yes. He had this big long speech planned out for you, and yet now, as you left him, he was completely speechless.

That plan didn’t matter now anyway. Love had slipped beyond JJ’s reaches, and you couldn’t even give him a reason. You were just gone. And that was truly when his world fell apart.

JJ had heard Big John say that “the thing about Hell is there’s always another one below”, but as he sat on his knees in the empty Chateau, he was sure there was nothing lower than the pain he felt. The world could burn right now, he could lose everything, he could die, and he would feel less pain. That’s when his grief came out. Loud, disastrous cries wracked his body as he fell completely to the floor, his knees giving way. Any time something went wrong in his life, he took comfort in the fact that he always had you. His dad had nearly killed him. He had nearly killed his dad. He had been to prison, and was currently paying off restitution. But this was the worst thing he had ever felt. You were gone from him; partly taken, but partly on your own accord. He wasn’t sure which was worse.

When JJ faced problems and emotions like these, his solution was just to “walk it off”. Take a few days to cool off, and then force himself to get over it. Or just drink until he couldn’t remember it happened at all. He took almost a month to be depressed and utterly alone, but once school started, he was able to kick his own ass, get up on time, and force himself to live again. He reunited with Pope and Kie, and explained what happened. They grieved for you, too. Slowly but surely, the two of them healed from it. They still had the three of them, and JJ was sure that in time, he would be completely over his runaway bride and onto something new. Maybe give or take a few more weeks.

His heartbreak lasted him over 15 years.

I got the good side of life

Travelled the universe twice

To be fair, you were placed into a great foster home. They understood your situation, and even arranged for you to see a therapist regularly. You were processing mountains of grief, and probably had more unchecked mental issues as well. 2 short years later, and they officially adopted you. Now, you had a mother and father, and even two older sisters. You were getting the life you really, truly deserved.

By the time you had been officially adopted, John B and Sarah were found alive, their names cleared, and your beloved cousin was back living at the Chateau. Not that you’d ever know it, though. You had gotten a job on the mainland, which allowed you to save up for a new phone. The thing about modern teens, though, is that they don’t remember any phone numbers. And you were in no rush to try and contact them.

As your therapist helped you process your final moments in the Chateau, you realized that you had probably burned all of your bridges by leaving like that. JJ was absolutely the kind of guy to be bitter over that for life; he was probably making a little tiny Y/N Routledge voodoo doll. You just assumed that he and the Pogues were pissed at you for ditching them like that for a few years, and now they had completely moved on, forgetting you even existed. No way in hell would he want to talk to you.

You were sure that’s what had happened. Part of you even hoped that’s what had happened.

So many thoughts I wanted to share

But I didn’t call because it wouldn’t be fair

As JJ still processed his heartbreak two years later, he looked up at the moon every night hoping the best for you. He would tell you things all the time, just whispering up into the empty sky like anyone in the universe gave a shit about him. Whoever was up there looking out for him must’ve quit about two years ago. And even before that, they were doing a pretty shitty job. Screw them.

“I miss you, Y/N. God, I really hope you’re not just getting tossed around the system. I’m not gonna bother trying to call; you were the one who left me, so you’d call first if you wanted to talk, right? And besides, maybe you don’t have a phone. Maybe you don’t have a house. Jesus, I hope you have a house. And parents. I hope you’re living Kook-style, like we always laughed about. I hope you’re getting everything, Y/N. You got a pretty shit deal of cards in life, I really hope DCS fixed it instead of screwing it up more. I’m sorry I tried to rush you into getting married. You know, I really did love you. It wasn’t just me doing anything to keep you around. I would’ve asked you at some point anyway. Whatever. Maybe you would’ve said no then too.��� JJ was sitting on the front porch of the Chateau, looking at the stars through the screen. He was just beginning to let a tear form in his eye when the door of the Chateau swung open, and someone else came onto the porch. He wiped it away before they could see.

“JJ, man, you’ve gotta come in, alright? You do this shit every night.” It was John B. He knew JJ was completely sober; he had cut him off after he started turning into a borderline alcoholic, and JJ was better off without his nightly beers anyway. It just meant that the sadness hit him harder at night, and John B had to fix his broken pieces instead of just hauling his wasted ass to bed.

“You know, I still wonder where she is. Could be anywhere, really. Maybe even Canada,” JJ whispered with a small smile, still looking at the sky. “You think Canada, John B?”

“I don’t know buddy. Maybe Canada. Why don’t you just come in? It’s past 1 in the morning.”

“Alright, alright, alright.” JJ stood up, and John B pulled him in for a tight hug in the doorway. They both let a few tears slip out, memories of their favorite girl replaying in their minds. “I just always wonder, if one thing had been different that day, would everything be different now?”

“Better not to wonder, man. I’m sure all of this was meant to happen.” John B sent him in the house with a pat on the back, but he lingered on the porch a few more moments. Truth is, when he returned home, he was broken to find you gone. He could’ve gotten DCS off your back like he always used to, if only he had been there. He was anchorless, floating through space with no family left, wondering if you still thought about him too.

JJ’s tears were freely flowing by the time he reached his bed, thinking about the dazzling girl who used to make him weak in the knees. Every night, he’d sit out on the porch and talk to you about the same old shit. Then John B would make him go to bed, and on his way there, he’d realize that you probably weren’t thinking about him at all. You were moved on with a new family, hopefully money and a job. There was no way you cared enough to call him anymore.

He was sure of it.

Then I good the good side of new

Found arms to fall right into

Just after you were officially adopted, you went off to college, studying English. You weren’t really sure what you wanted out of life; your only goal was to live like a Pogue, and now you were a mainland girl with no real ambition. But your new family was the kind who wanted their kids to go to university just to say they went, if for no other reason. So you went for all four years. And yes, you found someone there. You kind of liked him. He took you on real dates, not just stealing leftovers from Kie’s parents’ restaurant at closing time. He brought you flowers, and didn’t take you to any keg parties. You never had to tend to his injuries after a fight or pick him up from a police station in the early hours of the morning.

For a while, you thought you loved him for that. But the truth was, you just loved the calmness. You craved the normalcy that JJ never could have given you. Not with eyes that wild and the genes that he had. You adored the bubble wrap you were living in; so much unnecessary stress was removed from your life. But there’s this old saying about taking the girl out of the Outer Banks. Or something like that.

So you broke up. I guess they never could take the Outer Banks out of the girl. Your therapist stayed with you, working you through your trauma and making a real difference for nearly fifteen years. All this time, she had strongly advised you not to visit the Outer Banks. Your grief and emotions were still too fresh; it wouldn’t do you any good to go back to the place where it all happened.

But suddenly, you weren’t 16 anymore, and turning down a proposal from the love of your life. You were a 31 year old English teacher at a high school on the mainland; the kind that never married, and all the boys called a MILF. (You always laughed at that; you weren’t even a mother - these boys didn’t know you lacked the fundamental trait of a MILF. But that’s besides the point.) Your therapist was suggesting that, after all this time, you go back to that place. So you woke up one Saturday morning, and decided it was the day. You drove your little blue car down to the ferry, and hopped on, your stomach filled with both dread and excitement.

And that brings you to now.

I know how it looked; it wasn’t the plan

And someday I hope that you’ll understand

You knew exactly where you’d go first - the Chateau. You still had things there that you never bothered to get back, and you were dying to go back to the only childhood home you ever really had. So off you went, still remembering all the roads like the back of your hand.

When you pulled into the Chateau, things looked a little different. There were two cars in the driveway, and you didn’t recognize either one of them. Whoever lives here, this was my house first, you told yourself. You worked up the nerve to put your car in park and walk into the house, knocking on the door first.

“Hello? Anyone here?” You called out. You had no idea what to expect. You and your therapist had talked about every possible outcome of today, so you were ready to see new people living in the Chateau, the pogues, even JJ. You had told your therapist you were ready to see JJ, at least, even though the pit in your stomach told you otherwise. But the one thing that you never could have prepared for in a million years was suddenly right in front of your eyes.

John B. Routledge and Sarah Cameron came running to the door.

“Y/N? Oh my god, Jesus, you’re back! It’s you!” John B pulled you into a suffocating hug, your arms pinned at your sides. You were breathless and completely at a loss for words. Tears were instantly in your eyes, and you couldn’t hold them back. John B gave you a hug that nearly made up for 15 years of being apart; it said everything without saying anything. Finally, he pulled away and held your shoulders to look at you more clearly.

“John B? Is it really you? Oh my god, I thought you were dead! Shoupe told us-” Your brain was working too quickly to even form sentences, and your happy tears were making it hard for them to understand you anyway. Sarah rushed up to you before you could finish your thought, and the three of you enveloped each other in a crushing hug. Suddenly, it was like your childhood traumas and teenage grief had completely disappeared. Almost.

Sarah spoke first: “Oh my god, we have so much to talk about!”

I’m sure we’ll meet in the spring

And catch up on everything

Well, JJ never thought he would reach 30 years old, let alone 31. Somehow, the Pogues still got into shit frequently, even though they all had families except for him. He was grateful that they still included him in their events; he lived vicariously through them, holding their babies, babysitting their toddlers and teaching them how to fish, standing up in all of their weddings and getting teary every time he made a toast. Always the groomsman, never the groom.

The one thing he prided himself for in his life was not ending up like his dad. At 31 years old, he still had a lot of years left, but he was on the right track. After surviving his teenage years, he gave up the alcohol, cigarettes and weed. According to Kie, it’s only cool when you’re 17, and it’s concerning when you’re 25. Or maybe that’s just because she had a kid at 25. Either way, he was a better man for it. He got a solid job as the head mechanic at the shop on the Cut, and it’s on the rougher side of town, but believe it when he tells you, business is good. And that’s how he spends his time. He cycled through different hobbies for a long time; working and hanging out with all your friends only gets you through so much of the day, especially when all your friends are busy parents. He tried running, biking, painting, and even read a few books. Anything to get his mind off of the only thing he missed about his teenage days: His girl.

God, was she ever a teenage dream, he still thinks to himself. His heart still hurts sometimes remembering how you left, and he still finds the urge to talk to the stars about you at night. But daydreaming never does him any good, and he knows that. The best he can do is distract himself until he gets old and develops dementia or something, and dies happy and blissfully unaware of the things he’s been through. Until then, he’ll be just fine.

Tonight was a Saturday evening, and surprisingly enough, it was slow at the shop. He decided to take an hour to go see what John B and Sarah were up to. But as he drove his truck down the familiar road, he noticed a third car in the driveway. He pulled in behind it and stopped for a while, contemplating. He didn’t recognize the little blue car, John B didn’t mention having anyone over today, and he wasn’t interested in meeting anyone new.

He backed the truck out and decided to visit Pope instead.

I’ll say I’m proud of all that you’ve done

You taught me the ropes, and you taught me to love

John B took you everywhere. The three of you were out for a full day, hitting every beach, store, and sidewalk in the town. You stopped in at the Wreck for dinner, and laughed when John B showed up before they closed. “Wow, John B, this is new. You’re actually going to order AND pay?!”

“Yeah, yeah. I think there’s an old friend in here you’ll want to see, and I wanted to bring you around while I knew she’d still be here.” John B laughed back at you. You knew you were ready, but you still felt a pang of dread in your chest. She most likely resented you for leaving the Pogues the way you did; she was the friend who was all about loyalty and never leaving a Pogue behind. Well, you left all of them behind without one word. But here goes nothing.

John B went in first, ordering three plates of fish and chips at the counter and taking a table. The place was pretty packed on a Saturday night right before closing, but your dinner still came fast… probably because it was delivered by a familiar face.

“Oh, shut up, John B. This is the surprise?! Y/N, is that really you?” Kie nearly dropped your plates of food onto the table as a smile lit up her face. You breathed a sigh of relief, thanking God she wasn’t mad at you. You stood up and she wrapped her arms around you, sniffling into your shoulder already. You’d never seen her this worked up over anything. “I know I’ve got food and-and-grease all over me but I don’t even care right now,” she breathed, “you’re really back.”

“Just for a day, Kie,” you laughed, returning the embrace. “Couldn’t leave without saying hi to my best girl.” She only laughed in return and dug her chin into your shoulder. After an extremely long hug, she let you go, took off her apron and sat down at your table. You filled her in on your entire life since OBX, and she was so happy to hear how well you were living.

“Oh, Y/N, I’m so happy for you. I’ll have to pass that on to J- the rest of the Pogues!” She corrected herself before saying his name, but you heard it loud and clear. Your smile hardly faltered, but your heart was threatening to burst. You were utterly torn between wanting to see JJ and tell him how awfully sorry you were, how you still loved him after all this time, and wanting to never come back to this island or see him again. He taught you how to love and be loved, in every sense of the word. He was your first kiss, your first everything. He would have done anything for you and you always knew that. You were forever grateful to him for that. Who knew if love was ever in the cards for you again, but at least he showed you what it should feel like.

You just hoped after it all, he was happy. Maybe you still loved him, fuck if you knew, right? You just hoped he had found someone to really love him. Someone who would put up with his shit the way you did, and someone who could fix his broken pieces in ways you never could. Someone who could fix the pieces that you broke, most importantly. You shook away the thought, figuring you’d look like an idiot if you ever confessed your love for a man you turned down 15 years ago.

After dinner, you went out for a walk with John B and Sarah down the familiar streets in town. John B was planning to take you to Pope’s place, but as you rounded the corner, he saw a very familiar truck in the driveway. Shit, JJ’s there. “Why don’t we… grab some ice cream?” He suggested instead. Thank god for the ice cream truck right across the road; he could pretend that was his plan all along. You crossed the road and walked up to the truck, unaware of whose house was behind you - or whose truck.

It was better you didn’t know anyway, right?

But I sympathize, and I recognize

And baby, I apologize

JJ had never been more thankful that his friends had kids. Pope had 3, which always made for an eventful night at the Heyward house - and a great distraction from his own thoughts. As he was getting ready to leave, he looked out the window directly behind his seat in the living room. Pope had a great view of the center of town, and he could see the ice cream truck. It was addicting, and JJ found it hard not to stop in every day and blow his pocket change. As he looked through the window tonight, though, he saw a woman with her back turned, ordering at the window. From the shimmer of her hair, he almost thought it was his long lost girl.

But it never could be, right? It was just his mind playing dumb tricks on him, wanting to see things that would never be there. This girl was wearing the preppiest outfit he had ever seen; she looked like a middle school teacher, and a total touron to boot. And besides, Y/N went god knows where. Maybe even Canada. There was no way in hell she’d be back here for him. As JJ walked out to his truck, he finally admitted to himself that his girl, his bride, was well and truly gone. He was done letting his mind trick him like that; it only put him through more hurt.

He just hoped she was alright, wherever she was.

I got the good side

The good side of things

#jj maybank #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #outer banks #obx #outer banks fic #song fic #spotify #troye sivan #the good side

[wingsofhcpe]

Characters of Snowpiercer & their Pokémon partners:

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Melanie: Metagross and Eevee (Mel needs something steep-type since she's an engineer, but seeing as she's posing as hospitality she also has an Eevee that hangs out with Ruth's. It evolves into Glaceon because ice-type).

Layton: Lucario (has those strong fighter-leader vibes).

Ruth: Eevee (female, evolves into Umbreon, has an insane rivalry with Kevin's Eevee)

Josie: Pidgeotto (idk the vibes work, and it can also mega-evolve to fit Josie's arc of being biologically enhanced by the Headwoods)

Miles: Pikachu (yeah, cliché, but tell me they're not perfect partners. That's right, you can't, because they are).

Winnie: Cubone (for those who know its lore I'm so sorry. For those who don't, Cubone basically wears the skull of its dead mother and wails all the time. You're welcome).

LJ: Purrloin (prim and proper but also nasty af kitty. It's a male and she names him Snowpeter like her actual cat in the show).

Zarah: Ditto (NO LOOK I PROMISE THIS ISN'T A DISS, Zarah is super adaptable and able to survive so what better partner for her than the Pokémon that can mimic anyone/thing and thus camouflage itself perfectly everywhere?)

Till: Mightyena (woof woof police doggo)

Osweiler: Houndour (woof woof police doggo but a little spicy)

Jinju: Vaporeon (they swim in the aquarium together)

Roche: Arcanine (big spicy woof woof police doggo. Not my fault all police officers in the Pokémon anime have these as their partners 😭)

Audrey: Delcatty (fancy pretty Pokémon that can also fight yes? Yes).

Boki: Aggron (I mean just look at it. It's perfect for him. The vibes are the exact same).

Ben: Magnemite (these funky lil dudes are one of my faves and an engineer should have an electric/steel type with them at all times).

Javi: Bronzor (clever metal plate boi for our clever engineer).

Alex: Zorua (mischievous little pupper, also in one of the movies the baby Zorua lost its mom, so. They reunited in the end tho so hoping it'll be the same for Mel and Alex).

Wilford: Ninetales (look at that fancy motherfucker. Need I say more? Plus it's canine enough. And ofc he names her Jupiter).

Kevin: Eevee (male, evolves into Espeon, has an insane rivalry with Ruth's Eevee)

Strong Boy: Cutiefly (I'm a sucker for huge masculine macho guys having real cute and dainty Pokémon ok. Also it's the only Alola Pokémon that I actually love. Ok fine Rowlett too but still).

Pike: Wartortle

Murray: Charmeleon

Z-Wreck: Ivysaur (each of Layton's original three group members having one of the first generation starters does it for me ok).

Amelia: Beautifly (best butterfly Pokémon).

Mr. Headwood: Nidorino

Mrs. Headwood: Nidorina (Nidorina and Nidorino are counterparts and they're part poison-type which ties in with the Headwoods being mad scientists, they can help with anaesthesia and stuff).

Icy Bob: Glalie (big angry ice ball that's not so bad if you look closely! Ideally, mega-evolved Glalie since it ties in with the fact that Icy Bob himself is biologically enhanced).

This is mostly a byproduct of me being exhausted, running on too little sleep and too much anxiety so, you're welcome, also @onetrainsnowpiercer I included explanations since you said you weren't familiar with Pokémon at all, hope this helped 🥰

#snowpiercer s3 #snowpiercer season 3 #snowpiercer #tnt snowpiercer #pokemon #pokemon au

[nastybuckybarnes]

Monsters  -  Six

Pairing: Dark!Bucky X Reader 

Summary: Bucky Barnes is a man who just wants to do better. But he can’t stop the monster from coming out every now and then. As a last and hopeless attempt at calming The Winter Soldier, SHIELD finds him something they figured would help. An innocent young woman with not a lot going for her. Or, The Winter Soldiers newest victim.

Warnings: Angst, Smut, Fluff, Language,

Word Count: 2.7K

A/n: Hehehehehehehehehehehe y’all... read this and enjoy how calm it is because this won’t last for long.....

THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH SEXUAL AND TRIGGERING CONTENT!!!

~*~

"So Buck! You seem to be in higher spirits!" Bucky nods at his blond friend, tossing his arm over the back of the couch. Steve sits across from him in the common room, and Natasha sits on the couch beside him, snuggled against his side.

"You've been a lot happier and a lot more... active in our social outings. I like that. I think it's great. Whatever you're doing, whatever therapy you've started is working wonders for you," Nat says with a small smile. Bucky kisses the top of her head and nods.

"Yeah. I've been... him less and less. I'm slowly getting control of my mind back, and with that, the monster is getting back under my control. I think."

~*~

His hips slam brutally into your ass, leaving bruises that will be a bitch to sit on.

His metal hand is holding onto your hip while his flesh hand is tangled in your hair, yanking it back to force you to arch your back more.

"Oh fuck! Harder! Please, please! Harder!" A growl rumbles in his chest and he pulls your head back further. Your neck aches at this angle but the pain is so perfect, it sends sparks down to your core.

He looks down at you, at the way your lips are parted in pleasure and the furrow of your brows, the way your eyes are squeezed shut.

You look perfect. Absolutely picture perfect as he rams into you harder and harder.

"You want me to fuck you harder? Yeah? Want me to show you who you belong to?" You nod then whimper as he pulls your hair again. He spits down onto your face and you flinch in surprise as it lands across the bridge of your nose and on your cheek.

He stops thrusting, pulls out of you, then flips you onto your back. You stare up at him through hooded eyes and he grins, loving the fact that you're taking him so well.

He squeezes your cheeks, forcing your lips to purse until they pop open. He then leans down and collects saliva in his mouth. His eyes stay trained on yours as he lets gravity pulls the liquid from his mouth into yours. It's warm and tastes like him, and you can't help but lick your lips and moan at the act and the taste.

"So good for me. Taking everything I give you." You nod, an innocent look in your eyes that has Bucky's balls throbbing.

He watches you for a moment longer, the tip of his cock resting at your entrance, and you can't help but squirm, wanting him to fuck you hard and show you who you belong to.

He leans down and licks a stripe up your neck, the salty sweat adding to his arousal as he gets up to your face. He licks your cheek then pulls away and spits on you again. In the same moment, he buries himself inside of you, cock hitting every sensitive spot you have.

The force of his thrust leaves you breathless for a moment, and he uses that moment to bring your legs over his shoulders and your hands above your head, pinning them there in his metal fist.

He starts pumping into you, hard and fast and deliciously rough, each thrust abusing your cervix and making you see stars.

"Yes... fuck, yes..." Drool drips down the corner of your mouth as he fucks you dumb, coherent thoughts leaving your brain until all that you can think about is him. His cock, his hands, his smell, even his spit. You want him to mark you up, you want to be put on display and have everyone know that you belong to him.

"You love getting used by me, huh?" He asks, panting hard as his hips speed up.

"You love it when I fuck your tiny little pussy like it's a fucking toy. You love it when I fucking destroy your little cunt." You nod desperately, eyes glazed over as the coil in your belly tightens.

The squelching sound of him thrusting through your wet heat has fire climbing up your spine. It's erotic and absolutely sinful, and you can't get enough.

"I love it... when you fuck me... when you- oh fuck!" A particularly rough thrust has your back arching, head digging into the pillows as your core throbs.

"Take me.... use me... I'm yours." The words are hardly whispered, but Bucky hears them. And he has every intention of obeying.

He fucks you brutally, the position forcing you to take every painful thrust until he cums.

You can feel your own orgasm creeping up, the brush of his pelvis against your clit doing nothing to stop the feeling. It takes only a few more thrusts, and then you're cumming.

"Cum on my cock, baby! Fuckin' cum! Cause you're mine! You're all mine. You belong to me. And everyone's gonna know it."

The way your cunt clamps down, walls squeezing tightly against his cock at his words, has him moaning, his hips stuttering. God, he could live in your pussy.

He follows you into the orgasmic embrace, painting your walls with his cum, marking you up inside and out and wrecking you for any man that may follow.

You slowly come down from your high, chest heaving and body slick with sweat, and Bucky is no better. He drops your legs to his waist then rolls onto his side, keeping his cock warm inside of you.

You press your face into the crook of his neck, taking deep breaths of his comforting scent as the post-orgasmic haze slowly trails off, exhaustion taking its place.

When he finally catches his breath, you're already sound asleep, pussy fluttering every now and then on his cock.

He rocks his hips a little, just enough the hear the sloshing of the cum in your pussy, then settles in beside you, content to fall asleep.

~*~

You wake up sometime after midnight, Bucky's cock still lodged inside of you. The heat in your core frustrates you beyond belief, and you want nothing more than the soldier to come and fuck you good.

You grind against him, hips wiggling and rocking in an attempt the gain friction and put out the fire in your belly.

He groans lowly in your ear, arms wrapping tighter around your frame for a moment before relaxing. You furrow your brows and hump against him, the feeling of his cock moving against your walls only worsening the fire inside of you.

A metal hand flashes up, gripping your hip tightly, and you know then and there that you've awoken the soldier.

He whispers something in your ear in Russian, his voice low and husky and absolutely arousing.

You try to rock your hips, and he quickly gets the message. He lifts your leg higher on his hip and starts to thrust into you quickly. The constant pressure of the velvet tip of his cock against your tender g-spot is absolute heaven, and you never want to lose the feeling.

He fucks you hard and fast, metal arm wrapping around your waist to pull you flush against his body.

He leans down, lips slotting against yours in a kiss that's all dominance and force. He pants into your mouth, and you moan into his. The intimacy of it sends you spiralling and you find yourself gripping his shoulder and his back, nails digging in and creating red crescent moons in their wake. 

He's your rock, the only constant in your life, and you ground yourself to him. You tether yourself to him so tightly that nothing and no one will ever tear you from him.

A single tear falls from your eyes and you moan, the way he cares for you pushing you over the edge. Your body trembles, cunt fluttering and eyes rolling back as wave after wave of your orgasm crashes through your body.

He growls into your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip as he chases his own release. He finishes inside of you, adding to the mess of white already covering your walls.

He doesn't pull out. Instead, he keeps his cock inside of you just like Bucky did and you can't help but think that the two of them are starting to act the same to you.

~*~

Bucky wakes up the next morning feeling well-rested and happy, his mind not clouded with nightmares or flashbacks to what he did to you.

He reaches out, looking for your warmth in the bed, but when he finds nothing he bolts upright. Now, logically he knows that you couldn't have escaped, but the fear is still lingering in his mind.

He jumps out of bed and pulls on a pair of sweats quickly, desperate to find you and make sure you're not doing anything he'll have to punish you for.

You've been so good lately. Listening, obeying, loving, fucking. He's beyond happy with you. He hopes to any and all God's available that you don't ruin that.

He pulls open the door to his bedroom but stops in his tracks, taking a deep breath in through his nose.

It smells like cooking. Like bacon.

He decides that he can spare a few minutes in his search for you and goes back into his room, wanting to brush his teeth and take a quick shower.

When he's finished he heads down the stairs, less frantic than before, and finds himself slightly confused when he sees you.

You're wearing one of his shirts as you scurry around the kitchen, getting two plates of food ready.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," you tease, glancing over at him with a smile. He nods, watching as you set the table.

"Well don't just stand there. Go sit down. Breakfast will be ready in a minute. I got you some coffee too." He sits down and takes a hesitant sip of his coffee. It tastes normal.

"Here you go. I uh... you always make breakfast but today you looked so peaceful, I thought I could do it. I'm no chef, but even I know how to make pancakes. So I figured maybe we could have breakfast together." You scramble to explain yourself as you set a heaping plate of food down in front of him. Pancakes, bacon, scrambled eggs, toast, sausages, and a bowl of fruit as well.

It looks delicious.

You turn to grab something but he grabs your arm, stopping you. You look at him shyly, worried he'll get mad. He only recently took the locks off of the cabinets and drawers, and you hope you're not overstepping. He pulls your arm again and you stumble closer, gasping when he surges upwards and captures your lips in a kiss.

You're surprised but you kiss him back, butterflies swarming your belly when he pulls away and looks at you with adoration in his eyes.

You hurry to finish setting the table, sitting across from him with your own plate of food.

Breakfast is eaten in comfortable silence, and when you're both finished Bucky waves you over. You sit on his lap, straddling his thick thighs, and look at him shyly. He rubs your back gently and presses a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth.

"Thank you for breakfast," he whispers. You nod, smiling at him. He peppers kisses across your face and down your neck, reaching your clavicle when his phone rings. He groans and you sigh, climbing off of his lap so he can answer the call.

"Hello?" His eyes are on you. Until whoever is on the other line starts talking.

"Uh no, no I didn't forget. I was just eating breakfast... Yeah... Yes... I'll be there in an hour... Bye." He hangs up the phone with a hearty sigh and tosses it onto the table, shaking his head.

"Mission briefing," he explains, standing up and stretching. You nod, walking to him and sneaking your hands up his shirt to rest on his warm chest.

"And you're gonna be going out right after, yeah?" He nods, leaning down to trail his nose over your pulse point.

"I should be back tomorrow, maybe the day after." You nod, sighing heavily when he steps away from you.

"You go get ready. I'll clean up in here," you say, watching as he turns and walks to the stairs. He shoots a glance over at you, a strange look in his eyes, then goes upstairs to get ready.

You're washing the dishes, trying not to think about the fact that he's going to be leaving you when his phone dings.

You ignore it. But then it does it again. And again. And a fourth time. Eventually, the noise is too annoying to ignore, so you march over to it to shut it off.

Your fingers freeze, hovering over the phone when you see the message.

It's from a woman. ‘Natasha’.

Your brain makes the connection that she must be Black Widow. As you're leaning down to read the message, another one appears. This one a photo.

You find yourself staring at her naked body, breasts on full display while two of her dainty fingers are pushed into her pink pussy.

With a deep breath, you turn away and resume your cleaning, wanting to distract yourself until you have time to think about this by yourself.

~*~

He's gone for three days. And in those three days, you do a lot of thinking until it clicks in your mind.

Of course she's texting him. He needs someone to tame the monster while he's at work. You can’t be there to help him when he’s away on missions. 

The solution you come up with does wonders to ease your stress, and you find yourself happily doing household chores, not worrying because you know that Bucky is loyal to you. He cares about you.

You're switching the laundry from the washing machine to the dryer when two hands grip your waist, squeezing rather tightly.

You gasp in shock, glancing over your shoulder as your heart races. A familiar pair of blue eyes stare back at you and you sigh, relaxing instantly in his hold. You can tell from the way the blue is slightly cloudy that this isn't Bucky, it's the soldier.

He tugs your shorts down your legs, panties getting ripped off next, and you can already feel yourself getting wet. You lift your leg up and rest your knee on the washing machine, opening yourself up to give him easier access.

He sheathes himself inside of you in one gentle thrust, and you sigh, having missed feeling him inside of you. His thrusts are smooth, almost as if he's reacquainting himself with you, each thrust hitting you deeper than the last.

You lean down onto your forearms, taking deep breaths as each thrust brings you closer and closer to the edge.

He whispers soft words in Russian, his hands gently stroking the skin exposed to him.

His thrusts gradually get faster, his mind focusing more on his release now that he's back inside of you. His metal hand snakes around your waist, fingers toying with your clit, pinching and rubbing. It brings you over the edge quickly and you shiver beneath him, cunt clenching and twitching around him.

His hips still, warmth spilling inside of you. You take a deep breath, whining softly when he pulls out of you. He rests his hands on your hips, his forehead coming to lean against the back of your neck.

He breathes heavily, his chest heaving as Bucky takes control of his body.

He nuzzles against the back of your neck, peppering gentle kisses across your skin. "Hi," he whispers. You smile to yourself. "Hi."

He pulls away slightly then looks around, seemingly taking in his surroundings.

"You're doing the laundry?" You nod, turning around in his arms and looking up at him. You can feel his cum dripping down your thigh and you can't help but shiver.

He wraps his arms around you and you smile up at him, rubbing your hands over his chest and shoulders.

"Of course. You already do so much for me. You provide for me, keep me safe, put a roof over my head. This is the least I can do." He nods, mulling over your words as you press kisses to his jaw. He hugs you tighter and nudges you with his nose until you look up at him. When you finally do, he leans down and presses his lips to yours in a gentle and intimate kiss.

#Bucky x reader #Bucky Barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes x reader dark au #Bucky Barnes x reader dark!au #Bucky Barnes x reader dark fic #bucky x reader dark au #bucky x reader dark fic #dark!fic #dark!bucky barnes #dark!marvel #dark!bucky x reader #dark!bucky x y/n #dark!mcu #Bucky x dark!reader #bucky x dark reader #dark!bucky x you #dark!bucky smut #dark!Bucky Barnes x reader

[bluefirewrites]

Speed Racer! Inspired- Juke AU

Living in the fast lane, pedal to the metal

Luke knows he risks the leg up he had on everyone by going back for Wrecking Ball. But they wiped out so hard, and it didn't look like their safety bubble deployed.

And Covington looked so smug when he pulled that cheap manuever too.

"Dude," he hears Reggie's voice, radioing in from the chopper, "Tell me you're not."

He shifts gears and veers off the path.

"I'm not winning this way."

He isn't anything like Covington, he's not gonna let another racer crash and potentially die.

Ignoring the zooms of the other cars rushing to take his place, including Covington's, he drives to the cliffside.

Hopping out, he runs past the wreckage, calling out for the other racer.

He hears a groan coming from beyond the cliff. Scrambling to the edge, he finds Wrecking Ball struggling to get up.

"Take my hand!"

The racer reaches up and takes Luke's hand and he hauls them up.

Once on the surface, Luke looks them over and sees they're all scratched up, even their helmet is cracked.

Strands of long brown curls have come loose and are flowing down from the crevices. And Luke thinks he’s the first person ever to see any hint of who this mysterious driver could be. 

"Hey, I'mma need to check for more injuries,"

Wrecking Ball shakes their head furiously, but in doing so it triggers a harsh wince.

"C'mon, please?" he scans the area, "We're out of view from the choppers. We're way off course. No one's gonna see. I promise. I won't say shit. Just let me help you."

A long span of silence brews between them.

And for a second Luke thinks they were gonna lay there and bleed out due to being so stubborn.

But then he's surprised when their hands reach up to unclasp the helmet.

Slowly, it rises, revealing the rider underneath.

"Woah," he couldn't help but let out.

It’s a girl, with full curly hair barely contained in a bun. Her eyeliner is streaked and she's drenched in sweat and blood, but where he sees tough he sees a rugged kind of beauty. 

Shaking his head from such thoughts, he inspects the cuts on her face, careful not to hurt her in the process.

"You threw the race," she croaks, voice hoarse, probably not used to speaking so often, "Why?"

He helps her to her feet, and he drapes her arm over his shoulder before they limp to his car.

"I'm not a dick. You could have died."

She laughs bitterly, the action causing her to groan in pain. Luke's hand instinctively went for her stomach.

The girl swats his hand away, and he feels embarrassed, acting like this was some other racer and not the most elusive racing legend of all time.

"You really are new to the program, aren't you?" she continues, "No room for niceties on the track"

"Good thing it’s cross country" Luke shoots back, "There's technically no track."

She groans, "A comedian."

He helps her into the car and she spasms after letting her go. Worried, he starts fussing over her injuries, but she's not too concerned about that.

"I-I can't go back," she blabbers, struggling to move, "They can't know who I am"

He frowns, "Who?"

"Everyone okay! But especially-" she stops, breathing heavy, "Look. People could get hurt if I show my face. That's all you need to know."

"Do I get to know a name?" he dares to ask.

The girl debates that for a moment as he slides into the driver's seat.

The dome closes around them and he starts the engine.

"Julie," she whispers, turning to him with those brown eyes, "It's Julie."

Luke gives her a small smile, "Well, it's cool to finally meet you, Julie." Then he straightens up, realizing.

He pulls out the helmet he had discarded in the backseat in his mad dash to rescue her.

"Here," he gently tucks her hair inside before aiding in putting it on her, "It'll be our little secret."

"You really don't know what you just did, do you?" Julie's muffled voice filters through the helmet.

"I helped out a fellow racer," he puts it in drive and returns to the glacier path, "that's what I did."

The helmet shakes, "If I show up wearing your helmet, people will know you've seen my face.” 

Its unsettles Luke just how much this girl expects betrayal at every turn. He hasn’t been in the racing game for very long, but he has some idea of how cruel it can be. 

Though he can’t possibly be imagine for it to be so cruel that it forces this girl- Julie- to hide her identity as a precaution.  But he’s not like the others. He has no intention of outing her secret, especially if it’s at the expense of her safety.

They drive on, making their way back, Luke pushing the ‘Curve to it’s limits because the sooner they get there, the better. He wonders if there’s someone on her team who’s actually seen her face. There has to be. So her injuries can be properly attended to. "I'm not gonna rat you out," he has to say again, “I won’t tell.”  Julie turns away from him, not willing to believe him just yet. "They'll make you want to... trust me,"

Tagging: @blush-and-books, @lydias–stiles, @echocharm17618, @tmp-jatp, @pink-flame, @caffeine-catastrophe, @moreflowersthanweeds

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatp au #juke au #juke #julie x luke #luke x julie #julie is inspired by Racer X #her car is the Iron Butterfly #i love speed racer so much #that movie was on a whole other level #speed racer!AU #i keep coming up with these AU's

[ficforce]

Joker/52 Relationship Alphabet

Two types of F!Reader

A- Activity (What is their favourite activity to do with Y/N.) Quiet Reader: Joker used to think it was funny when Y/N asked him to teach her card games, he didn’t know many himself as he liked to play around with the cards rather than use them for games but he knew at least one. She had been a quick learner and had trounced him from the start. Each time they met they would teach the other a new card game and now they played to pass a quiet night. Loud Reader: She was curious about the world and about The Nether. That’s where the Joker had found her - she had been wandering around the abandoned spaces beneath the city. Y/N had kicked him in the balls and hit him with a metal pipe after he had snuck up behind her, she had already been scared and his appearance had sent her into a violent panic. She still liked to explore The Nether, with a pole in her hand, but now he would hold her other hand. B- Beginnings (How do they act in the beginning of a relationship) Quiet Reader: He had been fooling around with the explosive dust Licht had made when he heard a scream come from the building he had been using as a target practice. Joker had found Y/N huddled up in the corner of the wrecked building and had approached her carefully, offering her his hand and trying not to grin too widely at her - he could see she was frightened. From her clothing he could see she was most likely homeless and he felt bad for disturbing her hiding place. She hadn’t trusted him at first and it took some doing for Joker to have her follow him down into The Nether so that he could offer her somewhere to wash and change her clothes. She ran back to the surface as soon as she could but Joker always found her to give her food. Eventually she stopped running away and stayed with him. Loud Reader: After beating him with a metal pole, Y/N had helped him up, not too disturbed by his manic giggles at her over reaction. She didn’t sense any malicious intent from him, he didn’t wear all white and he hadn’t been on fire at the time. Joker knew she was weird from the moment she grinned at him. He liked that she was curious and she had a million questions, she had a million answers for him too - both had been so excited to find someone so similar. They were two sides of the same coin.

C- Communication (Are they good communicators? How do they normally talk about their problems or solve issues)

Quiet Reader: She didn’t speak much to him at first, too nervous and unsure of him at first. Joker had done most of the talking, sometimes it was as simple as telling her what he had done that morning or how he turned his hideout into a functioning home with running water. When she had finally started to trust him Y/N told him anything he wanted to know. Now that they’re a couple she doesn’t hide anything from him, he’s a great listener and although he doesn’t always come up with conventional advice he always makes her feel better. Joker doesn’t like to burden her with his problems so he’s not a great communicator, he worries that if she knows too much then he could put her in danger. Y/N doesn’t probe him but she knows when he’s sitting on a problem. Loud Reader: Y/N tells him everything, even when she literally catches him trying to sneak away to catch a break she follows him. She likes that he will offer to help even when he thinks she’s over reacting. Sometimes he offers murder as a solution and she got really into it. Again, he doesn’t like to share too much for her own safety but she’ll encourage massacres to fix his issues… Joker doesn’t think that’s bad advice. D- Drunk (What are they like when they’re drunk) Quiet Reader: Joker had given her a glass of whisky to warm her up, her health wasn’t good to start with and her third generation ability was so weak she hadn’t been able to retain heat well. He hadn’t thought a double would affect her so much but he was pleasantly surprised. Y/N becomes very affectionate when she’s drunk, she wants to cuddle into Joker and he enjoys it immensely. Loud Reader: He had to persuade her not to fight everyone who looked at her for more than two seconds. Y/N got loud when she was drunk and Joker wondered how she hadn’t died yet. He’s all for fun and mischief but his girlfriend is nuts. E- Emergency (How are they in emergency situations? Y/N gets hurt, they get hurt, someone is dying etc..) Quiet Reader: Y/N is really good in an emergency, she once found Joker badly hurt after getting in a fight and sat him down whilst locating his first aid kit. She bandaged his broken ribs and made sure he rested. People didn’t think of Joker as much more than a misunderstood weirdo, he was a self proclaimed anti-hero but he had plenty of experience with blood and guts, he knew a mentally screwed up person when he saw one. He always knew what to do when Y/N would become anxious or frightened, he sat up with her many times when she was recovering from being left out in the streets for years. Loud Reader: She panics. Y/N is useless in an emergency and has proved it over and over again. Joker couldn’t count the times he had saved her from falling down a tunnel or running straight into danger whilst exploring the dark. Her first instinct was always to swing at the problem rather than think about it. He cut his finger once and she bandaged his entire arm… F- Free Spot (I’ll give you any headcanon I come up with) Quiet Reader: Joker is a pretty good cook, he’s mostly into making pastries and was really happy when Y/N taught him how to make a chocolate twist pastry - she had worked in a bakery before losing her home and ending up on the streets. Loud Reader:

Y/N and Joker like to try on clothes they find in abandoned malls underground, they have mini fashion shows and sometimes they dress up the mannequins for giggles. G- Gifts (What kind of gifts do they give? What kind of gifts do they get?) Quiet Reader: She’s really self conscious about not having any money or even a job, Y/N is always grateful when Joker brings her gifts, he’s a bit of a magpie and brings her pretty, shiny things he finds, but all she can offer him is food… made with ingredients he brings home. Y/N mends his clothing and bakes him treats, she likes to help him brush out his hair too. Joker enjoys the attention. Loud Reader: Joker knows what she likes from her habit of talking and talking. He goes out of his way to get very specific gifts for her, mainly things she mentions more than five times. He loves how excited she gets when he gives her a messily wrapped gift. Y/N buys Joker personalised accessories, pins, cufflinks, cute sweaters and decks of cards that are unusual. H- Hugs (How do they show affection/cuddle) Quiet Reader: It took a long time for her to allow physical comfort, when she finally approached him and timidly wrapped her arms around his waist he felt his heart melt. She likes to be held and if Joker is sat playing with his cards she will cuddle into his sides. Loud Reader: There’s always laughter and play fights between them, Joker is much stronger and Y/N usually gets exhausted trying to win. When she gives up he pulls her into his arms and nuzzles her neck. They’re not shy with each other and she always feels safer with his hand in hers. I- Irritation (What is something that irritates them? How do they show their irritation?) Quiet Reader: She finds entitled people irritating, she hates how they think they can look down on people and sometimes she’ll get angry when she sees them bullying someone. Y/N gets rather tearful when she’s frustrated,  then she gets angry with herself for being so weak Loud Reader: She hates repetitive noises, tapping fingers or feet, a song with an annoying beat, the sound of card edges being flipped endlessly. Y/N will usually be verbal about things annoying her and if it’s something she can stop - like snatching the cards out of his damn hands because he knows he’s driving her mad - she will. J- Jackpot (How would they spend their winnings if they won the lottery?) Quiet Reader: She would buy herself a little house and live modestly, she knows how easily money can disappear and how fast the debt collectors come. She would be frightened to spend it on luxuries but Joker would force her to go on at least one selfish trip. He’s not bothered about money, he has all he needs to get by comfortably. Loud Reader: Y/N is going on a spending spree, she’s going to buy more things to explore the dark in and then she’s going to travel across the sea to visit the other countries. When she runs out of money she hopes she’ll be rich in knowledge. Joker is allowed to come but only to carry her bags. K- Kryptonite (What is their ultimate weakness?) Quiet Reader: Y/N is anxious of new people and isn’t any good in a crowd. She’ll help someone in need though, this can leave her open to danger. Loud Reader: She’s petrified of spiders. She’s also weak against being tickled. L- Laughter (What makes them laugh?) Quiet Reader: Joker makes her laugh quite a lot, not when he tries to though, it’s the little things he does. He’s funny by accident. Sometimes it’s something like him mumbling to himself under his breath or making faces when he’s trying to think of a plan. Joker thinks her sarcasm is hilarious when she’s in a bad mood. Loud Reader: She the kind of person who laughs when someone falls down. Y/N laughs at her own jokes and never misses an opportunity for a pun. Joker gets a little scared when he’ll be sat quietly and then he’ll hear her cackling to herself for no reason, she’s giggling so much she can’t even tell him the joke and then she’ll forget. That drives him mad… M- Morning ( How do they wake up in the morning? Are

they a morning person or a morning grouch?) Quiet Reader: Y/N is very good in the mornings, she ready for the day and happy that she gets to make breakfast for herself and for Joker. He likes to sleep in and when he does come to eat he’s dazed and likes to cuddle. She usually wakes up around seven in the morning, it’s hard to tell the time in the Nether but she’s getting used to it. Loud Reader: Ten in the morning is still too early and Y/N rolls out of bed, puts on whatever she finds and heads to the train for work. Her days off are used exploring and hanging out with Joker but when she works she doesn’t expect to see a tall, well dressed man on the train. A coffee and breakfast roll in his hands just for her. It’s not everyday but it makes her mornings worth it when Joker comes to feed her. N- Needy (When do they feel particularly needy? How do they show it?) Quiet Reader: When it’s cold and the rain is so heavy it vibrates through the tunnels of The Nether, Y/N can’t help but need reassurance. If Joker knows the weather will be bad he leaves his coat for her to wear - it offers her a little comfort until he can come back to her. Seeing her so insecure reminds him of his time on the streets and he wants the comfort of another too. Loud Reader: Y/N isn’t good when she’s feeling ill, she behaves as if she only has hours to live and tells Joker how she wants her body disposed of. He tells her he’ll cut her up and put her all over the Empire like a jigsaw. She didn’t think it was funny and would whine until he got her food and agreed to sit with her. O- Oasis (Where is their happy place? Where would they go if they didn’t have anything holding them back?) Quiet Reader: Joker takes her on rooftop dates, the higher the better. It’s far from other people and he knows how much she enjoys the stars, The Nether isn’t a place for her and he likes to take her out of there whenever it’s safe to do so. He’d love to find her a home with a garden and plenty of sun. Maybe if he can shake off his past then he could join her. Loud Reader: Her favourite place is by the sea, she can spend hours looking out at the ocean and imagining what’s on the other side. The Empire says there’s nothing but she also knows the Empire lies. There’s a small area where she can take off her shoes and paddle in the water, it’s cold and the stones beneath are sharp - it’s where she feels her most content. Joker watches her sometimes but never makes his presence known. P- Pain (How do they handle pain? How do they handle when Y/N are in pain?) Quiet Reader: Joker hates when she’s hurting, since the moment he met her she was in pain, he had seen it in her eyes and all he had wanted was to make it stop. She was so stubborn at first, refusing his help and running away. She never tells him when she’s hurting but he knows and he’ll do what he can to help - including sneaking pain meds into her drinks. Loud Reader: Y/N whines about little injuries, she makes a big fuss and demands the man’s attention. Joker snorts at her and rolls his eye. The injuries that cause real pain put her into a kind of shock and she tell herself over and over that it’s okay, that it’ll go away. That’s when he knows it’s serious and he’ll get her whatever help she needs. Q- Quote (What’s a quote that fits them and your relationship) Quiet Reader: Lovers are patient and know that the moon needs time to become full. - Rumi Loud Reader: To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. - Oscar Wilde

R- Reunion (How do they celebrate seeing Y/N after a long time of being apart) Quiet Reader: Y/N can’t let go of him, she throws herself into his arms and holds him tight like he might vanish if she doesn’t. She didn’t know if he would come back or if he had abandoned her. Joker holds onto her and makes sure she knows he’s with her.

Loud Reader: He likes to hide in her apartment and scare the shit out of her when she comes in - their reunion sometimes involves his bloody nose. Once the initial shock has worn off she’s happy to see him and even happier that he brought wine with him. S- Stress (What stresses them out? How do deal with stress and how do they relieve it?) Quiet Reader: Crowds of people stress her out, she feels very small and hugs the sides of buildings so she doesn’t get pushed around. It she gets too stressed it will escalate into a panic attack and she’ll huddle up out of the way. Joker has always calmed her down since meeting her, before him she would just wait until the crowds were gone and stagger away to hide. Loud Reader: Work stresses her out, she’s stuck in one place for 8 hours a day, being nice to all sorts of terrible people and feeling like she’s trapped. It’s busy where she works and her breaks are never long enough. In bad days she heads to the bar before getting the train home. Before she met Joker she would go home and dread the next day. He reminds her that she needs to make the best of her free time and getting out is better than staying in T- Terror (What are they afraid of?) Quiet Reader: There’s a particular person she’s scared of, she’s never told Joker and can’t even bear to think of that person. Loud Reader: Spiders, not the small ones but the large ones that run too fast and fall off the ceilings of the tunnels she likes to explore. U- Unique (What is a quirk that is unique to them?) Quiet Reader: Y/N can learn things very quickly, especially languages and games Loud Reader: She’s double jointed and oddly flexible. V- Violence (Do they fight a lot? Are they a good fighter? What is their fighting style?) Quiet Reader: Violence frightens her, she would be too petrified to fight back and Joker still doesn’t know what happened in her past to make her feel that way. Loud Reader: She fights a lot, especially after her drink. She’s not very well trained and in a real fight with someone who knew what they were doing - she would be destroyed W- Wow (What does Y/N do that really surprises them? What do they do that Y/N really likes?) Quiet Reader: When Y/N got strong enough to use her ability again, Joker was very excited, he asked her to show him again and again. It’s not a very useful power but he thinks it’s the prettiest ability he’s ever seen Loud Reader: Her ability to get herself in trouble amazes him every time. Also the metal pole she tried to beat him to death with was an interesting conversation piece. X- (Explicit headcanon. For all you degenerates) Quiet Reader: When they first slept together Joker was careful, he was slow and sweet with her. She was nervous of letting him become that close with her and a few times he told her they could stop but she didn’t want to. After the first time she would sometimes climb on top of him and kiss him until he got the hint. Loud Reader: Y/N had never thought she’d be into sex in public. She was very wrong. Joker surprises her at work or when she’s trying on clothes in changing rooms - he’s very good at sneaking into places. Keeping quiet is difficult when he picks her up and fucks her into the nearest wall. Y- Yucky (Is there something that grosses them out so badly that they can’t deal with it?) Quiet Reader: Y/N becomes physically ill when she sees extreme violence. She’s seen people get beat up and horribly injured before and it makes her sick. Joker hopes she never has to see him in action - he’d hate for her to be afraid of him again. Loud Reader: If it’s slimy or smells bad then she doesn’t like it, unfortunately there’s always slime or sludge in the places she explores and Joker isn’t above chasing her around with it. Z- ZZZ’s (What are their sleeping habits? Both with and without Y/N)

Quiet Reader: Joker both hates and adores the way Y/N curls up into a ball in bed, the blankets wrapped around her so tightly it’s hard to get to her. He knows she used to sleep out in the cold and that she was likely frightened, the ball probably felt safe. It looked cute. Joker is tall so he spoons her either from the front or behind, encasing her with his arms and legs so that she feels safe enough to uncurl just a little. Loud Reader: He’s her favourite pillow, she lays across his chest with her fingers wound in his long hair. Y/N doesn’t move much in her sleep but she has the cutest little snore and Joker finds it hilarious - especially when she denies it in the morning… he even recorded her once. She gets mad when he steals all of the covers.

#joker/52 #reader #alphabet #fire force #enen no shouboutai #enn enn no shouboutai #garth ennis

[la-muerta]

first lines: fic-writers meme

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favourite authors!

I was tagged by @poemsfromthealley ! Here goes, in order of most recently updated:

1. these violent delights [rated M; The Untamed/MDZS, a Romeo+Juliet AND 上海滩 (Shanghai Bund) AU]

The train pulls into the station with a wail of metal against metal and a choking cloud of dust and grey smoke.

2. Lost & Found // 有缘千里来相会 [rated T; The Untamed/MDZS, an airport meet-cute also exploring the themes of family, belonging, and the meaning of home. It’s set during Chinese New Year so there’s plenty of CNY traditions in there!]

It has been too long since Wei Ying has been back. 

3. walk the plank (into dark water) [rated M; The Untamed/MDZS, a “Pirates of the Caribbean”-inspired AU with Chinese mythology mixed in, Wangxian and YanQing]

"I think we're almost there," Wei Wuxian said, straining to peer through the thick fog that surrounded them.

4. what to expect when you’re expecting the unexpected [rated E; The Untamed/MDZS, a kinkmeme prompt fill for Pregnant!Lan Zhan, featuring modern cultivators, Chinese mythology, and Wangxian being idiots]

"Well, getting in here was easier than I expected," Wei Ying remarked as they stepped into the cool darkness of the cave.

5. we’ll be carrying each other [rated T; The Untamed/MDZS, a kinkmeme prompt fill for Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian accidentally swapping bodies, featuring a lot of Yunmeng-Jiang sibling feels/emotional baggage, junior quartet, and Wangxian being idiots]

"Children! Over here!" someone called out, their voice far too loud in the silent forest.

6. show me off [rated E; The Untamed/MDZS, a Kinktober fill as well as kinkmeme prompt fill for a Zoom meeting gone very right (for Wangxian at least)]

Wei Ying doesn't know how long he's been sitting in Lan Zhan's lap. 

7. Default Setting [rated E; The Untamed/MDZS, a Kinktober fill and part two of my AU where Wei Wuxian is a sexbot programmer]

Wei Ying brought his work home all the time.

8. take what you’re given [rated E; The Untamed/MDZS, a kinkmeme prompt fill for Lan Zhan fulfilling his husband’s sexual fantasies]

"Why did I agree to work with Mianmian again?" Wei Ying said with a groan, letting his head fall back as he sat down heavily on the couch.

9. Chaos Theory [rated E; The Untamed/MDZS, featuring superpowers, time travelling assassins, and mad scientist BFFs Wei Ying and Wen Qing]

Wei Ying knew better than to investigate strange noises coming from back alleys but he had never been able to leave well alone.

10. lovers be lost (but love shall not) [rated T; The Untamed/MDZS, an arranged ghost-marriage casefic set in 1910s Jiangsu, China]

"We're here, da-ye,” their driver announces as they come to a stop.

11. freak in the sheets // 人不可貌相 [rated E; The Untamed/MDZS, a kinkmeme prompt fill for gloryhole pwp featuring mistaken identities, office romance, and of course, Wangxian being idiots]

“This is possibly the worse idea you’ve ever come up with, and that’s saying something, Huaisang,” Wei Ying says, waggling a finger in the general direction of his friend. “I’m going to do it.”

12. burning bright [rated E; The Untamed/MDZS, a kinkmeme prompt fill for Dragon!Wei Ying knocking up Lan Zhan, featuring oviposition, consensual monster-fucking, and a proper Chinese dragon thank you very much]

His brother volunteers to be one of the men pushing the boat, but a part of Lan Zhan wishes he hadn't. 

13. Thunderstruck [rated E; Shadowhunters (!!), a motorcycle racers AU featuring Malec riding sexy speed machines and Maiabelle enemies-to-lovers flirting via engineering, as well as Lightwood siblings feels] 

Alec could smell the approaching storm, even above the ever-present stench of burning rubber, motor oil, and sun-baked tarmac.

14. Wishbone [rated E; The Untamed/MDZS, a kinkmeme prompt fill for canon-divergence when Lan Wangji decides to stay for dinner when he visits Wei Wuxian at the Burial Mounds]

Wei Wuxian finds the whole situation amusing at first, that tiny A-Yuan has Lan Zhan wrapped around his chubby little pinkie so easily.

15. No Refunds, Satisfaction Guaranteed [rated E; The Untamed/MDZS, part one of my AU where Wei Wuxian is a sexbot programmer, featuring Wangxian being idiots XD]

The bell at the entrance of the shop chimes softly, but it startles Wei Wuxian so much that he nearly falls out of his chair.

16. wrecking ball [rated E; The Untamed/MDZS, a kinkmeme prompt fill for Wei Ying “corrupting” good girl Lan Zhan, genderswap!Wangxian]

The boom from the bass is so loud that her teeth are rattling in her skull, and the harsh strobe lights are too jarring in the near-darkness of the club, but Lan Zhan thinks she's probably the only one who dislikes it.

17. to live this way is not for the meek [rated E; The Untamed/MDZS, a kinkmeme prompt fill for celebrity!Wei Ying and normal fan Lan Zhan, featuring clandestine backstage fucking and rockstar!Wei Ying]

There's still almost an hour before the concert starts, but the place is already packed to full capacity. 

18. One Year Later [rated T; Shadowhunters (!!), short post-canon fic exploring what happens in the morning after Clary remembers Jace in the series finale]

"Magnus!"

19. a place for you to love me [rated E; The Untamed, post-canon fix-it casefic where Wangxian investigate a strange forest together]

Wei Wuxian leaves. Lan Zhan does not come with him.

20. the song remains the same [rated T; The Untamed, post-canon, immortal!Lan Wangji meets a reincarnated version of Wei Wuxian]

They don't live here, so bring him with them to an inn. (A "hotel", they called it. The concept is not unfamiliar but the scale of it, like everything in this time, is intimidating.)

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I’ve noticed that Wei Wuxian is my go-to for POV for my MDZS fic. Also, I tend to start fics with dialogue or some sort of sound, but almost always with sensory input (sight, smell, etc).

I think my favourite opening line is #11 freak in the sheets, because it makes me laugh :D

Tagging @sfjessii , @fleurdeliser , @widdershlns , @theleakypen , @wwxadhd if you want to play!

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