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questionableratatouille00 · 7 months

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN!Reader

Summary: After an incident involving the Quantum Realm brings forth the Zombie Apocalypse, you are forced to comprise a team of survivors to reach Wakanda, the only human sanctuary left. But is the apocalypse really a great time to develop feelings for a Super Soldier?

Warnings: Themes of death, hurt/comfort, angst. Side/main character death?? (Not Bucky or Reader) Fire, violence. Let me know if I need to tag anything else!

Note: This very loosely follows the relative idea of the What If..? episode. Thank you to @buckylattes for sending me this idea!

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“This is day forty-nine since the apocalypse started. And Bucky and I may be the last survivors in the United States.”

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The sound of the leaves crunching under your feet filled the warm and crisp air as you trudged through the forest. Occasionally, a gentle breeze would blow through the air, which felt quite nice in comparison to the autumn warmth.

"So..Steve and Tony got in some kind of fight?" Bruce stuttered out, breaking the silence.

"Yep." You confirmed.

"And..the Avengers broke up? Like One Direction?"

"Yep."

“And then got back together?”

“Uh-huh.”

"And there are zombies now?"

"Seems like it." You sighed.

“And the Avengers are zombies, too?”

“Dr. Banner.” Okoye chided.

“Sorry, sorry. It’s just—y’know, it’s—“

“Weird?” Peter Parker guessed, smiling softly. “Yeah. We know.”

You frowned at the kid’s statement. You, Bucky, and Peter were the only Avengers on Earth to not be affected. Or at least, to your knowledge.

“Go find the kid. We’re..we’re gonna need all the help we can get.” Tony had mumbled to you. Steve nodded, pursing his lips.

“I’ll call Kate and Yelena,” Clint said, looking at Natasha. Wanda grasped Vision’s hand, looking up at him anxiously.

“Anyone know how to get in touch with Thor?” Steve looked up from his feet, arms crossed.

“That’s a negative, Captain Rogers.” Vision’s voice was smooth and neutral. “Mr. Odinson does not have a communication device to contact us.”

You gave Bucky’s right shoulder a friendly and comforting squeeze before you walked out of the room. You knew Peter’s address, you’d visited his apartment before with Tony.

Before you knew it, Earth was basically gone. That was over a month ago. You’d quickly found fellow survivors and made somewhat of a team with them. Peter, Bucky, Okoye, some guy named Kurt, Sharon Carter, you, and John Walker. And now, Bruce Banner.

“We need to find a base,” Bucky said, just loud enough to be heard.

“Sergeant Barnes is correct.” Okoye agreed. “Nightfall is approaching.”

“Pete, where’s that camera thingy you recorded your video on?” You asked, looking back at him. He’d made a little movie on how to survive the apocalypse soon after you’d saved him from the hoard of zombies outside of his apartment. It was a cute video, though the circumstances weren’t exactly great, or even good. It would’ve made a good school project, though.

Part of it was about hygiene, and Bucky starred in that section, albeit unwillingly. Bucky hadn’t said anything, but you could see the discomfort on his face when Peter showed you all the finished product. Bucky had been in the shower, rotated in a way where you luckily couldn’t see anything. He’d been ambushed by Peter and Kurt, the latter being lifted off the ground by his own neck, which had Bucky’s metal fingers wrapped around it. In private, Bucky had hinted that he was uncomfortable with the clip, and you’d gone to talk to Peter about it without saying anything.

You’d explained to him that ambushing anybody, but especially a Super Soldier—particularly a traumatized one who also happened to be a veteran—in the shower was not cool. Peter had apologized profusely, going back and removing the clip. You’d asked him not to say anything to Bucky, knowing that Bucky wouldn’t have wanted attention to be brought to it.

You could tell by the way Bucky’s eyes flicked to you when Peter showed the clip to Bruce that he’d noticed.

“Oh—uh—here.” He said, pulling the small camera from a pocket before tossing it to you. You caught it with ease. The apocalypse was no place for a lack of hand-eye coordination. You tucked it in the front pocket of your backpack.

“Won’t that thing run out of battery?” Bruce questioned, and you chuckled. “No. Peter and Stark made it a while back. It runs on an extremely tiny arc reactor. I’ve been keeping logs of every day—sometimes twice a day—since two days after the apocalypse started. So..yeah.” Sometimes others would make them, but none were as detailed or formal as yours.

“Jesus Christ," Bruce mumbled out. "Oh. I just realized--I haven't properly met most of you. I'm Bruce." He stuttered, picking at his fingernails.

"John Walker, Captain America." The annoying blonde spoke up. You were surprised he hadn't already shoved that fact down Bruce's throat yet. Normally, he wouldn't shut his mouth.

"I'm sorry--what?" Bruce looked at you, brows furrowed, wanting to see if you were agreeing or not.

"Turns out the government really doesn't like their favorite child going against 117 countries. So they gave the title--and a non-vibranium dupe of the shield--to this asshole." You explained, rolling your eyes.

"Right.." Bruce processed. John looked like he was going to say something, before Bucky shot him a glare, silencing him.

"I'm Sharon Carter. Former SHIELD agent." Sharon introduced herself, and Bruce smiled at her. Peter, Okoye, Kurt, and even Bucky introduced themselves, but you mainly focused on choosing where to go.

For some reason, you ended up being the 'leader' of the group. Maybe it was because you found everybody, maybe it was because you were the one who'd been an official Avenger the longest.

"Where are we going?" Bruce questioned. He'd followed you and the rest of the group into the woods.

"Well, the end goal is Wakanda. Right now, we're somewhere in New York. Phones don't work, and we come across maps every so often. Unfortunately, it's not like people posted map-selling stands in the middle of forests. Public spaces aren't the best places to be anymore." You spun around to look at everyone, walking backward.

"Wakanda may be the last human sanctuary on Earth." Okoye filled him in. "Our force fields would prevent the..undead from ever reaching our people."

"You sure did pick an odd time to visit the States," Bruce noted.

"I swore an oath. My king disappeared along with the Avengers." She replied.

"Right." Bruce exhaled.

"There should be an old Avengers safehouse up ahead. We stayed there after that one mission in February last year." You nudged Bucky with your shoulder as he caught up to you. He nodded slightly, chewing on his bottom lip.

"You okay?" You lowered your voice, trying to at least make the conversation slightly private. He glanced at you, before giving you the smallest of shrugs.

"Come on, it should only be a little farther." You called over your shoulder, beginning to pick up the pace. The sun was going to set soon, and night was not a time to potentially fight zombies.

You breathed out a sigh of relief when you could finally see the safehouse in the distance. It was a cabin in the middle of the woods, which made it a great place to stay in an apocalypse, at least for a little while.

"There's two bedrooms, two bathrooms." You announced. You put the code into the tiny pad by the door, before stepping inside.

You let out a sigh as you set your backpack on the floor against the couch. Everyone else followed suit, John and Peter sitting on opposite ends of the old couch.

Deciding to raid the pantry and see what you had, you rubbed your hands on your face. You'd risked it and went to a grocery store a few days ago, all of you filling your bags with as many non-perishable food items as you could.

"Okay, there's peanut butter, canned corn, some dried fruit, rice, bottled water, some trail mix packs, and canned..pineapple." You listed off. "And then whatever we're carrying."

"You wanna go through it all?" Sharon asked, and you shrugged. "Not really. I'm fucking exhausted." You held your forehead in your hand, closing your eyes.

"I can do it if you want." She offered, and you nodded. "Okay. Thanks, Sharon. I'm going to shower." You told her, opening your eyes and lifting your head up.

"You should take one of the beds. No offense, but you look like you need it." She smiles slightly, and you groan. "Wow, thanks. And I'll be fine. One of you should take it."

"Y/n, take the damn bed. Share if you want. But you're sleeping in a bed tonight." She decides, and you're too tired to argue with her. You accept your defeat and sigh. "Fine."

"Wonderful. You and Bucky can share that room. Okoye and I will take the other one, and Peter can take the couch. Kurt, Bruce, and Walker will be fine on the carpet." She assured.

“How’s your leg?” She’d injured herself yesterday, falling from the roof of a one-story building.

“Hurts like a bitch, but I’ll be fine. And don’t try and distract me. Go shower.” She smiled at the end. It reminded you of Natasha, in a way. You missed Natasha dearly.

"Okay." You agreed finally, taking out any food you had in your bag before taking it to the bathroom with you. You had a few outfits, just enough for maybe three or four days, and then a pair of shorts and a tank top to sleep in. You could stretch that to a week and a half if you felt clean enough to not wash your clothes.

You showered quickly before getting dressed in your shorts and tank top, walking into a bedroom.

Bucky sat on the bed, messing with his dog tags. His hair was wet.

“How was your shower?” You attempted to strike up a conversation. He shrugged in response, clearly tired.

“Did Sharon finish seeing what food we have?”

“Yeah.” He bit his lip, looking down at his hands. “Do you think he’s alive?”

You nearly asked who ‘he’ was, but after a second you figured it out. “I..don’t know, Bucky. But Steve’s strong. You and I both know that.”

He nodded, but it was clear that he wasn’t convinced. You pulled back the covers of the bed, before laying down.

“C’mere.” You said, the only light in the room was the tiny lamp that barely worked. You made room for him in your arms. Though you and Bucky weren’t anything more than friends, you’d gotten used to sleeping like this. It helped a little, in more ways than one. It helped him with his nightmares, and it helped with your anxiety.

He rested his head against your chest, draping his right arm over you.

The two of you fell asleep like that, comfortable in each other’s embrace.

Until Bucky started mumbling something, waking you up. “What the hell..” You grumbled before you realized what was happening. Right before he started screaming himself awake, you shook him.

His eyes flew open and he gasped, gripping your shoulders tightly. You waited for him to realize that he was safe and that the ‘danger’ was gone. His eyes began to water, though he tried to blink away the tears.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. You’re safe. Promise.” You reassured him. He let himself calm down, exhaling slowly.

“Good job. Do you..want to talk about it?”

He looked at you, unsure. “Not much to talk about.”

“I’ll always listen. You know that.”

“I wasn’t there for him.” He confessed, eyes watering again. “Steve. I didn’t..I couldn’t..” He reached for his face, wiping at his eyes.

“Bucky, none of that was your fault. None of this is your fault at all. You didn’t start the fucking apocalypse.” You began to rub soothing circles into his back.

“All I had to do was shoot.” He made eye contact with you. Your heart burned at the sight of his pink nose and teary eyes.

You didn’t really know what to say. In theory, you could say the perfect thing that comforts him immediately. But the truth is that whenever you’re actually in a situation like that, all of that stuff goes right out the window.

“Close your eyes. Okay? I know this stuff hurts, but you really do need rest.” Your mind went back to Natasha.

He nodded finally, closing his eyes. You did the same.

It was the smell of burning wood that woke you up.

You blinked yourself awake, eyes stinging from the smoke. You gasped, choking on air as you took in your surroundings. The room was on fire. You shook Bucky awake, and he took a second to register what was happening.

“Shit!” He exclaimed, kicking the blankets off the two of you.

Without thinking, he busted down the bedroom door, revealing the slightly less burning living room. Peter’s face was the first one you saw, and you raced to him. “We have to get out of here!” You screamed over the sound of rooms collapsing.

“There’s hordes of them out there!” He shouted back, clutching your arms.

“The Spider-Child is right!” Okoye called to you as she threw Sharon’s arm over her shoulder, supporting the blonde’s weight.

“Well, would you rather try and get out of here or would you like to burn to death?” John cut in. “I would rather not burn!” Kurt pointed out, and Bruce nodded beside him.

“Okay. Okay. Come on, we’re gonna bust through the side door. Are they surrounding the house?” You began to plan, though you were panicking on the inside.

“I don’t know. I only saw them from the front door.” Sharon wheezed.

“I hate those odds and I don’t think our chances are even decent, but there’s no other option. When I say go, race through that door!” You directed. Checking to make sure everybody was accounted for, you gave yourself a final nod of encouragement. John was able to get Sharon onto his back.

“Go!” You shrieked, making sure that you were the last one to bolt out.

“I see them!” Peter screamed.

“Doesn’t matter! Keep going!” Bucky commanded, but they were only getting closer.

The sound of something crashing against the forest floor made you gasp.

“They can knock trees over?!” Peter kept glancing over his shoulder.

“They are getting a bit close!” Kurt yelled out. You looked over your shoulder, seeing John struggling to run with Sharon on his back. You stopped, and when Bucky began to slow down to see why, you put your hand on his back, guiding him forward. “Go.” You told him, as you went to help John.

“You can’t carry me and I can’t run,” Sharon said darkly. “John, put me down.”

The crowds of zombies chasing you were only catching up.

“Sharon, we’re not leaving you.” Your voice raised in pitch, anxiety settling in.

“Sharon.” John panted. “Come on, we gotta keep going.” He tried to stabilize her, to keep her still against his back, but she managed to break his hold on her.

“Sharon—stop! Stop, Sharon, please!” You begged, your eyes watering up.

“I can’t lose another friend. Come on, don’t be like this.” John grabbed her wrist, but she pulled away.

“Take them all to Wakanda for me, okay?” She asked, giving you a soft smile.

“Sharon!” You cried out as John gripped your wrist, keeping you from chasing after her as she staggered into the horde of undead.

“We could’ve..that—she didn’t have to—“ You gasped, beginning to hyperventilate. “Yeah, I know, but we have to keep going.” John’s hand remained wrapped around your wrist. It felt too tight. It hurt.

“Let go of me.” You said as you sprinted with him.

“There’s only more of them!” Bruce stressed, and you wondered how he didn’t get whiplash from looking around between you all so fast.

“Go right!” Bucky took charge, and everyone obeyed. You kept pace with Bucky, knowing that he was running slower on purpose. The serum enhances his speed, so there was no reason he couldn’t have just bolted and gotten to safety. You admired his loyalty.

Everyone—minus you and Bucky—made it away from the main group of zombies before a large tree fell. It was burning. The only thing that you’d noticed was burning was the house.

“Zombie enhanced. Not good!” Bruce shouted.

“What do we do?” Peter tried to find a solution. You took a deep breath.

“Run!”

“What?” John, Okoye, Bruce, and Kurt all looked back at you and Bucky.

“We’ll find another way! We’ll find you!” Bucky agreed.

Peter shook his head, mouth opened slightly like he was about to protest. You hoped that this didn’t fuck him up too bad. He already had enough trauma.

“Come on!” Okoye filled in the role of ‘leader’. She was a general, after all. She was born for this.

You turned to Bucky, grabbing his arm and trying to find a way around the zombies. “Move! Move! Move!” Your voice went higher in pitch every time you said it. You wove through clusters of them, though you were still in your pajamas.

You ran through the woods, but it was still dark out. The moon was the only thing keeping you from not being able to see anything at all, and you were thankful.

“How fast can they go?” You shrieked as they began to pick up the pace.

“Y/n, go! I’ll hold them off!” Bucky began to slow down.

“What? No!”

“Just go!” He stopped suddenly, and you tumbled to the ground, trying to do the same.

“No! Not without you!” You howled, and he accepted his defeat, racing back towards you and grabbing you as you stood up.

Not without you. I love you.

Bucky and you ran through the dark woods, breathing heavily, palms sweating. You managed to trip over a tree root, pulling Bucky down with you. Just your luck, you managed to trip at the top of a hill, and you rolled down it with Bucky. Dirt and dead leaves crunched under you and scratched at your legs and arms, pine needles getting stuck in your hair and in Bucky’s.

“Fucking hell..” You groaned as you stopped rolling.

“This is not as pleasant as those fall candles said it would be.” Bucky breathed, and you laughed. You’d shown him some fall candles in a store you were raiding, one being Rolling in Leaves.

“Yeah. I agree.” You choked out.

“Come on, we gotta find..” He trailed off.

“They’re long gone, Buck. We’ll..just have to meet them in Wakanda.” You stood, helping him up.

“Don’t ever pull that shit again.” You said after a moment of walking. “What?” Bucky looked at you, not knowing what you were talking about. “That sacrifice bullshit.” You clarified. “Never fucking again.”

“Okay.” He said blankly.

“Promise me.”

“I promise.” He made direct eye contact with you as he said it.

“Good. We should find somewhere to stay for the night. I’m exhausted.”

The two of you walked for maybe an hour more or so before Bucky pointed something out in the distance. “There. Those are caves.”

You looked where he was pointing, and sure enough, they were caves.

Another hour later and you’d been able to sort through the bags and see what you had. Bucky had been smart and saved the bags from the fire.

“Why do you care? About..my life?” He broke the silence.

“Why would I not?” He shrugged in response. “Because you’re one of the only people I have left. And..I care about you, Bucky. A hell of a lot.”

“I care about you too.” He breathed, and it was clear he meant it. His gaze drifted down, towards your lips. He cleared his throat awkwardly, eyes shifting elsewhere.

“Bucky—“

“Kiss me.”

“I—what?”

“I want you..to kiss me.” The former Winter Soldier, one of the few Super Soldiers on the planet, wanted to kiss you. And who were you to say no? You felt the same way.

You leaned it at the same time, your lips against his, both of your hearts beating faster than they ever have before.

The kiss ended when you pressed your forehead to his. Bucky’s fingers tangled with yours, your knees pressed against his.

“If I have to be with anyone in this situation, I’m glad it’s you.” You whispered.

“Me too.”

“Wait a second. Can you check the front pocket of my bag and see if the little camera thing is in there?” You asked him, and he nodded, reaching over to open the front pocket of your backpack. He handed you the small device. Maybe it was weird to end a moment like that with asking for a camera, but you needed to be sure.

“Think it survived the fall?” He questioned.

“Let’s find out. If it does, maybe we can use the parts to make some kind of communication device. Maybe we can contact someone in Wakanda with it.” You pressed record. A small little light came on off the side of the camera, and you grinned. “It works.”

Now that you were recording, you realized that you might as well film your log.

“The safe house burned down. We got split up from the group. Sharon..Sharon’s gone.” You said grimly. “We have no contact with the rest of the group, and no way of knowing if they’re alive or not.” You spoke to the camera, eyes never really staying focused on one thing for more than a minute.

“This is day..forty-nine?” You glanced at Bucky, who was nodding. “Forty-nine. Day forty-nine since the apocalypse started. And Bucky and I may be the last survivors in the United States.”

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Chapter Eleven (Part 2)

The thunderstorm is in full power outside by the time the party reaches its crescendo. Rain beats violently against the windows, and lightning forks across the sky. The sounds of Creedence Clearwater and The Zombies drown out the thunder, but still, I could swear that I can feel it vibrate through my bones. I’ve never been so close to a storm in my life, and as I gaze out of the window, blurry with rain to the flashes in the sky, I have a wild desire to be alone with it. I take a cursory glance around and hope nobody is watching me as I dash up the metal staircase to the next floor.

The lights are off on the upper floor, and as I wander into a room off the hallway, which happens to be a bathroom, I find myself pausing at the window to stare out at the sky. It is magnificent. It’s terrifying. I want to run from it as much as I want to stand beneath it and let the rain soak my clothes to my skin. I climb into the bath just so that I can sit on the rim and watch the sky, and lose all sense of how long I sit for. Long enough to hear the muffled chorus of “Zum Geburtstag Viel Glueck” through the floor. Long enough for the edge of the tub to dig uncomfortably into my legs. Long enough to get the urge to look for this fabled painting studio. I leave the bathroom and make my way back down the hallway, peering into darkened rooms as I pass them, feeling as though I’m doing something against the law.

I crack open the door to Leon’s photography studio after trying several others, and walk inside. I glance around at the equipment, all of the cameras and their lenses. Tripods, different kinds of lighting, the large, white backdrop that’s hung against one wall. What a luxury it must be to have a space like this in your home. I hardly dare to touch any of it, only gently brushing my index finger over the cool metal of one lens, when a deep voice almost makes me rattle out of my skin.

“I’d a feeling I’d find you snooping around somewhere.” Jude stands in the doorway, and my heart kicks into high gear. “Fuck sake.” I wheeze. “You snuck up on me.”

“Sorry.” He says, and steps inside to wander slowly around and look at all of the same things I was looking at.

I brush invisible lint off my clothes, just to have something to do with my hands, and look him over briefly. “It’s very weird to see you in a suit like that.” I remark. “All cleaned up with your hair combed back.”

“Freaky, is it?”

“A bit.”

“Well, for what it’s worth, you look very nice. At least one of us has managed to.”

“I look absolutely mad, it’s alright to say it.”

“She did look a bit mad though, didn’t she? I think you pulled it off fairly well.” He approaches the shelf of cameras and pulls one off, and I say with alarm, “You shouldn’t touch the cameras.”

“It’s fine.” He grins. “It’s my camera.”

“How’s it yours?”

“I come here to photograph my work. Leon has the best setup. I’ve been doing it for years.”

“Really?”

“Yes! I swear.” He laughs. “I feel like you don’t believe me.”

“Well, I do.” I say hesitantly. I nod towards the Canon in his hands. “Are you going to take a photograph of me or something?”

“Would you like me to?”

“If you’d like to.”

“Okay, I’d like to.” With his free hand he hauls a wooden bench into the centre of the backdrop and motions for me to sit on it. Then he fiddles with a few of the studio lights to make sure he’s got it set up the way he likes it.

“What should I do?” I ask him.

“You can just relax.” He suggests. “Maybe rest your foot against the bar of the stool, yep, like that, and your hands in your lap. Okay, yeah, just look at me.”

“I’m looking at you.”

“I know, good job.” He snaps a series of photographs while I sit there, stiff as a board. I don’t really know how to relax in front of a camera, I never have. “Maybe a smile?” He proposes.

“Like this?” I tug the corners of my mouth upwards, and feel twice as awkward in doing so. He nods. “Kind of. You don’t need to grimace like that.”

“I’m not grimacing. This is my smile.”

“That’s not your smile, darling. You don’t smile like that.”

A giggle escapes my lips. “What did you just call me?”

He blinks. “I don’t know. What did I say?”

“Darling. As in, lil darlin’” I laugh again, mostly at my abysmal attempt at an American accent, and he rolls his eyes. “That’s not my accent.”

“It is! Ye Haw.”

“Get a grip.” He snickers from behind the lens. “I could easily do a horrible impression of you and see how you feel about it.”

“Do it then.”

His eyebrow quirks up and so does the corner of his mouth. “Jude!” He cries in an accent-perfect midlands soprano. “Did you eat all of the crisps? You’re so greedy. And get your horrible foot away from my back, you’re actually the most annoying person I’ve ever met.”

My mouth drops open and I insist that it sounds nothing like me, even though it absolutely does.

“Yeah right.” He says.

“You’ve been practising that in the mirror or something, you creep. You’re obsessed with me.”

“You’re obsessed with me.” He mimics and I almost take off my chunky sandal to toss it at him, but I’m startled by a sudden clap of lighting that slashes across the sky right outside the window, so close that it hits a rod on the building across the street. I snap to look. “Oh my God, wow!”

“Yeah, holy shit, wow.” He says, “I got a photo of that.”

“Of the lightning?”

“No of you looking at it.” He lifts the camera to look at the last batch. “I think these are good.”

“Are they?”

“Yeah, look.” He comes over to show me a series of photos from that quick moment, a flash of white over my face as my mouth falls open in a gasp, eyes wide with wonder. I look stunned, and thrilled, and kind of pretty. Then he scrolls back and shows me more of myself, of me smiling and laughing and pulling faces at him, and they must be the most relaxed photographs of myself that I’ve ever seen.

“Oh.” I whisper. “I like those a lot.I wish I looked like that all of the time.”

“Yeah, I like them too.” He says, “And actually, you do. That’s just how you look to me.” and in that small moment his gaze feels weighted, so much so that goosebumps erupt on my arms as though there’s an electrical current moving beneath my skin. I feel him watching my face, but meeting his eyes feels risky, it’s always felt a bit risky, because I want him so badly that sometimes it makes it hard to breathe. I fear that too much time spent looking at him might drive me to start doing the sorts of things I know I will spend time regretting.

I slide off the seat and wander out of the room.

“Where are you going?” He wants to know.

“To find the art studio.” I reply.

“It’s the next room.” He follows close behind me, and it’s impossible not to feel his presence, even when I can’t see him in the dark hallway. He opens the studio door and I slip in under his arm.

I don’t bother flipping the switch, because the light from outside is enough to allow a blue glow through the huge windows and over the floor. It’s so quiet that I can hear my heart in my neck and my ears. I walk over to the window and stare out over the place where his easel is facing, and through the wet and smears of the glass it’s difficult to see much but blurry lights, but still, I can make out the outline of a row of beautiful old buildings below. A cluster of trees, a castle, which I picture in the heat of summer sunshine, and a lump rises in my throat, because I want a place like more than almost anything. All my fantasies of my life and how it might turn out have included a studio just like this. With these canvases, these easels, these organised racks of paints, and brushes, halfway finished work, destined to be completed another day. I look at it all and I think I might start crying, because it feels like I’ve stepped into a fantasy that will never, never ever turn into reality.

“What are you thinking about?” Jude says softly after several moments, and his footsteps tread lightly behind me. I don’t look around at him. My voice is thick. “About how much I like this studio.”

“It’s pretty spectacular. And the view.”

“Yes, the view is nice. Although, I’m sure it’s nicer when it isn’t raining so much.”

“I like it like this too.” He comes to a stop next to me, and I feel him there, almost touching me, but not. I pat the corner of my eye with the pad of my finger and continue to look out at the sky. “I think that you could have something like this someday.” He says to me, “I think that if you want something really badly you can find a way to have it.”

“You think so?”

“I do.”

“Hm.”

He waits for me to look at him, and I am afraid to. “Evie,” He says, voice soft.

“Yeah?”

“Can you-”

I look. “What?”

He doesn’t tell me what. He leans into me and brushes his nose gently against mine before kissing me. Once, so lightly, as if testing that I want it. Twice. He draws back and our gazes mesh, and the third time he angles his head and takes my lower lip between his, and my body goes weak. I forgot what it was like to kiss him, in all of his wildness, abandon, and overconfidence, how the stroke of his lips over mine makes me lose all sense of myself and forget who I am.

I wind my fingers into his hair and pull him closer to me, and he holds my head in his hands, and he is perfect and I am lucky, so lucky to be here with him now as the thunder rumbles and the rain pelts against the windows, and his body is warm and his mouth is hot and it feels somehow more dangerous to be in here with him than it would to stand in the path of lightning.

He deepens the kiss, just as I clutch onto him tighter, and the feeling inside me turns desperate. I deserve this, I’ve loved him forever, and I can have this selfish moment if I want it. Maybe I don’t have to tell anyone about it, maybe we’re the only ones that need to know. I let him touch my body and make promises with his mouth and his hands that he can give me all of the things that I want the most, the things I’m too afraid to admit to wanting, the things I shouldn’t. I let myself feel the terror of him taking those things away from me as easily as he can give them to me, and I chase those feelings away with my lips and my tongue as I press into him and tug his lip between my teeth.

He breaks away for a moment while his eyes travel over my face as if looking for a sign that he should stop but I’m not ready for him to. I’ve been waiting years for this, so when he draws my waiting mouth to his again I arch my body into him and encourage him with eager little sounds that seem to knock the air out of him. His hands are trembling yet insistent as they come to seize my hips tightly and pull me against his, hard, so that I can feel him wanting me, but then suddenly, as though I’ve remembered who I am again, my hands grab his wrists in a steel, reflexive grip, and I take a step away from him. He seems confused, and takes an instinctive step towards me as I move away, unable to compute that I have stopped kissing him. I place my hand on his chest to block him.

“We can’t.”

He looks hurt. “Why?”

I stare at him incredulously. “Because of Astrid, obviously.”

His eyes skate across my face, confusion turning to panic as he swallows convulsively. “But I’ve broken up with her now.” He says. “Didn’t you know that?”

“No, I didn’t know that. When?”

“After Christmas.”

My brain feels like it’s functioning at a fraction of its capacity. “So, like, six weeks ago.”

“Yes!”

“After you bled all over my house.”

“It’s the first thing I did when I got back, I thought-”

“And you didn’t think to mention it at any point?” I turn away from him and catch sight of myself in the black window, and I look wild, hair out of place, lipstick completely gone and a bright blush across my cheeks. How long were we kissing?

Jude’s reflection stares at mine. “We’ve been out of touch.” He says. “We could never find a moment to call one another, Evie, I wanted to tell you, but there just wasn’t the right time, you were always in a rush, or I was too busy, and then, I dunno, I suppose after a while I started assuming that you’d heard it through the grapevine.”

“The grapevine.” I repeat, glaring at him. “What’s the grapevine? Shane Healy’s mouth? What on earth would he tell me that for? He doesn’t even tell me how his mother is.”

He spears a hand into his hair. “I’m sorry, I should have tried harder to tell you about it, but I didn’t want to scare you off, or make you think that it was your fault or something. Maybe I was in my head too much, but sending a random text to you on a Tuesday being like ‘So I broke up with Astrid’ seemed a bit too purposeful, a bit like I expected something from you. I don’t know.”

Ripples of fear and longing travel over my skin. “Well, did you break up with her because of me?”

His expression is tortured. “We were doing badly for a long time. We broke up over a year ago, firstly, because I was being a shit, and I couldn’t give her what she needed, and then after a few months we got back together, but it was always rocky from there, it never felt right, we always fought, in the end it just felt inevitable, and, well…” He trails off.

“And?” I prompt.

“And I… yeah, I had feelings for someone else.”

“For me.” The words don’t come out, exactly. I end up just mouthing them.

“Come on, Evie, I’ve always liked you. You know that. I always wondered about you when we were apart, I always thought about what would’ve happened if I’d never left. When I saw you again and I still felt all those things, well, honestly it felt a bit insane to be with someone else. Even last year, when we weren’t talking, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. All the time, like, there wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t think about you. Every time I saw someone who reminded me of you, or something that I knew that you’d laugh at, I knew that the things I felt about Astrid weren’t the same, it wasn’t right, nor was it fair, so I ended things.”

“But then you got back together?” I glare at him.

“Yeah, I had a bad year, stuff happened with Jen, I felt isolated, I felt like shit, and then I met Astrid again at a party and…” He shrugs. “She was familiar, and I still had feelings for her so it just felt like a normal thing to do. Our breakup seemed kind of stupid for a while. Honestly, I was wondering what had gotten into me when I did it, and then I saw you again, and…” he trails off. “Well, I thought that you felt the same way as I do.”

I take a deep breath, palms tingling. “This is a lot to take on.” I say.

“I know.”

“I can’t help but think about how I’m just another one of your single friends, and now that you’re lonely-”

“It’s not like that at all.”

“But this is just what you do, you kiss your friends just because you can.” I don’t know why I’m saying these things, because every word appears to have the same effect on him as if I were slapping him in the face, but I can’t stop them from pouring out. Perhaps I just want him to disprove them or to validate me, or convince him that only foolish men like girls like me. He’s too clever for this.

“That was when I was a teenager. I’m an adult man now and this isn’t just an experiment. I’m in love with you” He says. “and like, for some reason you think that nobody in their right mind could ever love you, but I do. I really do. I can’t ever get you out of my head, I just think about how much I want you every time I look at you, and how scared I am of what I feel about you, but I love you. Not in a friend way. In an ‘I want you to be my girlfriend’ kind of way, and I can’t imagine wanting that with another person, with, like, anybody but you, and it’s not because I’m single and I’m lonely or that you’re in some way convenient to me, I loved you when I had Astrid and when you had Dean, but the time was never right, and now I think that it could be, so why not just… see?”

He stands there, completely vulnerable, and waits for me to say something to him, but I can’t. My mind is swirling with ancient insecurities, ones buried deep in my psyche, the ones that I never let out of me because they batter my self-confidence, smash it to pieces and remind me that I’m not enough for him, even if he foolishly believes that I am. I will disappoint him. What happens if I tell him that I feel the same? Where do we go from there? How do I be his girlfriend, how do I do the things he wants me to do? What? Hold his hand in public and have all of his friends think about how he left a six foot tall goddess for someone like me, have them say amongst themselves that he really downgraded and wonder what it is that’s so special about Evie Kilbride when he could have anybody. They’ll all learn, as he will eventually, that I have nothing to offer but failed promises and unfulfilled expectations, and joke later about that big mistake he made once while he holds another beauty queen in his arms. I think of that summer day in Kelly’s mobile home, and how she stared at me with amused contempt, as though the idea of him ever wanting me was hilarious because I’ll never be able to impress him, or give him the things he wants and expects from a girl. I won’t know how to be. I will ruin this like I’ve ruined everything else, and I will be the biggest mistake he’s ever made.

“My God, Evie, please say something.” He says desperately.

“Did you tell Astrid that you broke up with her because of me?”

He stares at me like I’m crazed. “What?”

“Does she know about how you feel?”

“I don’t know, maybe.” He drags a trembling hand through his hair and it all tumbles forward, free of the hold of the styling gel. “I’m not sure why that’s important to you at this moment.”

“She doesn’t seem to like me.”

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#lucky girl part 3 #this is the one #the most dramatic chapter #i love this moment so much

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i-love-oldermen · 6 months

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I hate you? Pt.4

Y/n x Spencer Reid

Warnings: language

I walked over to my mom. She was scaring me.

Y/n: Mom whos on the phone

She says nothing she just stands there frozen. I take the phone out of her hands, I listen to it closely.

Y/n: Hello who is this

Y/n: Helllooooo

Y/n: Is anyone there

There’s mumbled screaming and sobbing in the back ground. My mom falls down to the ground and starts crying. I’m getting angry that no one is answering anything I ask.

Y/n: Who the fuck is this

???: Ah thats what i was waiting for

Y/n: Who is this, what do you want

???: Welcome back in town Ruby

Then the person hangs up. No this is someone from my old days. Ruby was my fake name when I did deals. Who could it possible be? The doorbell rings. My mom looks at the door so do I. I grab my gun and put it in the waist band of my shorts, I open the door. I’m ready to pull out my gun when-

Kids: Trick or treat

Omg it’s just little kids. A zombie, a Spider-Man, and a skeleton. I tell them I’ll be right back, I turn the corner and grab there candies.

Y/n: Here you go guys

I give all the kids candy and shut the door. My mom gets up and sits on the couch. I pull out my phone I don’t want to but I have to call my team. I call them and tell them everything that has happened since I got to my moms house. Never bringing up the name Ruby.

Hotch: Okay we’re on our way

I hang up the phone.

Y/n: Dont worry mom my teams on there way

She continues to cry on the couch. It won’t be long till my team is knocking on the door. I call Garcia real quick to see how much time I have.

García: hello princess how may I be your knight in shining armor

Y/n: García how long do I have till the team gets here

Garcia: Give me one minute

I can hear her typing on her keyboard really fast.

Garcia: You have roughly 15 mins

Y/n: They left the police station already

Garcia: Yep and there on route

Y/n: Okay i need one last thing

Garcia: anything what is it

Y/n: I wanna know if there has been any reports on a gang called ojos del Diablo

García: Weird name but sure

I hear the clicking of her keyboard. I have no idea what she’ll find. There’s a short pause and than she gasps.

Y/n: García What did you find

Garcia: I have to tell the team

Y/n: No garcia just tell me what you have

Garcia: One of the reports says they caught one of his guys but he wouldn’t speak due to someone name Ruby omg

Y/n: What about Ruby

García: It says that she would brake fingers and arms if anyone disobeyed her

Y/n: Do they know who Ruby is

García: Uhm no, no one really does

Y/n: okay thank you García

García: y/n

Y/n: yeah

García: Be careful

I hang up the phone. There’s a knock on the door. I look through the window to see it’s a kid.

Y/n: Hey mom why don’t you go lay down

She stands up, mumbles something and then goes to her room. I’ve never seen my mom like this the screaming must have been my sisters. I open the door to see a kid standing holding a envelope and a bag. He looks terrified with tears in his eyes.

Kid: This is for you ms. Ruby

He hands me the envelope and bag. I open the envelope to see pictures of me. Some where I’m giving out candy others where I’m walking inside the police station.

Y/n: Okay honey thank you

He cries a little and than runs away. I don’t want to open the bag tell my team comes. I stare out the window and put the pictures on the coffee table. As I spread the pictures out there’s a picture I see of me and Spencer. He has his hand behind my back blocking Wes from me. If who ever is doing this thinks me and Spencer are something he’ll get hurt. There’s a knock at the door but I can see someone’s head through the small window in the door. I pull out my gun.

Y/n: Who is it

Hotch: It’s us open the door

I open the door. It’s going to be a very long night.

A/n: Heyyy guys sorry I haven’t written for a while, I’m already working on the next part so shouldn’t me much of a wait. Thank you guys for all the likes ❤️❤️❤️

#criminal minds #spencer x reader #spencer reid #david rossi #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #y/n #derek morgan #penelope garcia

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Vio!! You forgot to tell me whether or not you want to see the fanart, so I took it as a yes!

I've actually made a second one by now, so I thought I'd throw that in too. Shame you don't like snow, although I personally think it's overrated.

The alien blinks in surprise at the pair of images that pop up in front of him.

Right; Day had mentioned that this was a thing that Observers could do.

“Huh,” he says, head tilting to the side. Before the not-kids can ask what happened, he tells them, “I got…fanart.”

They all perk up, and he huffs and says, “Yes, I’ll let you see it. I think I just need to say that for it to–?”

Before the statement can finish, the other four get the popups as well.

Toma claps his hands in delight. “Grandad fanart!” Instead of correcting him, Vio just heaves a long-suffering sigh.

So sue him; he has a soft spot for the zombie piglin child.

Aryll snickers, “The cold weather gear is too colorful for him, but otherwise…yeah, pretty much, that’s him alright!” “It’s not my fault I’m not built for snow! Snow wasn’t a fucking issue in the deserts and savannahs where I’m meant to be,” Vio reminds him.

The not-brothers and Toma laugh at that, while Vio rolls his eyes at them. “Yeah, yeah– yuck it up, you menaces.” “Hanging around Day too much, bossman,” Zinn cackles, “who wants to take bets on how long before you start calling us gremlins you love very much?”

The enderman hybrid points at him. “That’s what I said! He’s spending too much time with Day, which is hilarious because he stayed here to avoid him.”

“I don’t have a choice! I have a travel with him and Theo, and they talk a lot!” “Uh-huh,” Toma snorts, “That’s tooootally all it is.”

Aver furrows his brow, and the merriment quiets a little. “...Okay, and? If it’s not malicious, I don’t really fuckin’ care. Lots’ve us have secrets.” As if to prove his point, he gestures over at Vio, who looks wary at being dragged into this.“Monkey’s Paw ‘ere keeps his therapist a secret for…some fuckin’ reason?”

“Because I feel like it,�� Vio answers, sounding slightly affronted, “Let me have my mischief.”

“Yeah, see? S’ fuckin’ weirdchamp, but doesn’t really matter. If whoever’s lying to everyone or whatever isn’t doing it out of malice or to hurt people…then it’s not my fuckin’ business, innit?”

The alien pauses, looking a little concerned. “Someone is lying to everyone?” “Ehh, according to the– what, we’re calling them Observers? One of ‘em said that. But from what I hear, some of ‘em are dicks.”

Zinn narrows his eyes. “You said something about not being able to hear whatever they said, though.” “Mmh. Yeah, fuckin’ redacted to hell n’ back,” Aver sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. He’s not exactly thrilled at being the one who has to decide if it was or wasn’t something important.

“Didn’t Atlas get something with a cut part, a while back?” Aryll’s question makes Aver nod. “Yep. Just a blip, though. This one was pretty much the whole fuckin’ thing. But…”

He shrugs his shoulders. “Pretty much everyone has fuckin’ secrets, yeah? Not my fuckin’ place to drag that shit into the spotlight.”

For all his insistence that it doesn’t really matter, he can’t help but feel uneasy about the situation.

The goat hybrid hums, fingers drumming on the side table next to him. “...Sure, I’ll take your word on that.”

He pauses. “Wait, what do you mean double check? Do you have a reference about who we are?”

#asked&answered #doctorviolet #tailoraver #tubbo prime #ranboo prime #toma #FridgeOfFanworks #we zoomin' through these

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1lostone · 10 months

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sigh

Hiya folks! Yes, I am still around! I have some updates (actually, some stuff I might have already shared, but my memory is garbage, so here we are.)

I am no longer a volunteer for Ao3, which is very weird after doing it for so long. I thought that would open up some time, but then everything sort of exploded at once, which has been... challenging! I miss it, though, but I'm afraid if I try to go back my doc would make that face and talk about my stress levels.

I am an editor for the KiScon zine! Submissions are starting to roll in! Holy crapnuggets this is exciting!!!! I get to see such amazing fandom contributions and am so humbled by such creativity.

I know summer is supposed to be my "free time," but someone forgot to tell someone who also forgot to tell someone....and I've been so swamped. Today (June 12) is literally the first time I've had to really sit down and go back through posts, so if you see a post from a year ago with an enthusiastic comment from me that would be why.

I am teaching an ESOL class which is really challenging- teaching adults has its own benefits but there are definitely some unique challenges right now. See: Florida. I can guarantee as soon as some bureaucratic fuck asks me to tell someone's status, I'm absolutely out.

Speaking of Florida, and on a personal note, having a kid (a minor) who is in the middle of transitioning is fucking terrifying. For awhile the bill that says the already overworked state can take my kid out of my house because I love and support their gender-affirming care is like .... I don't think I can accurately describe everything we've gone through in our house for the past few months. I think that fuckery has been blocked on the federal side, but that doesn't really do anything for the people in my neighborhood who are vandalizing our pride stuff, or keying our car, or anything else. My kid has gone from out and proud, to scared and very, very quiet and it breaks my heart. Also I want to stab things. (to be fair that's like 70% of my experience of motherhood lol) I know of so many people who are fleeing this fucking cesspool of a state, but I am not one who can do so financially, which... yeah.

On a sadder note, my dad, an og-star trek nerd, has recently had some really scary medical issues. He was on life support for almost 3 months. If anyone wants to toss some good thoughts his way, feel free.

As for my own side of fandom, that deafening silence you have heard for like..... a year..... is totally going to go away. Uh huh. Yep. Any minute now.

(Also if you're looking for the zombie spirk fic, I took it down- no worries, I will eventually get it back up, but I need to work on it more so I don't have such anxiety about not updating!!)

#personal #lost posts stuff and thangs #gender affirming care #florida #spirk #kisconzine

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a-little-birdie · 1 year

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can u do rottmnt x reader suffering from period

Heck yeah! Because you didn’t specify who or what the relationship is, ima just do general headcannon style (with some small blurbs) with the main boys and romantic if that’s okay! I wanted to try my hand at romantic for a bit, of course mikey is platonic!

Tw: female anatomy but I did my best to make the reader as gender neutral as possible, talk of periods, blood, menstrual pain, nausea, vomiting the works.

General

Im going to say it here and now: Splinter did not teach his sons about periods or anything like that. However April did explain everything to them before they met you so they actually understand quite a bit. They listened to April very intently because it means they’d be able to help her in the future with anything she might need or want.

So if you come to the sewers looking uncomfy or in pain, Mikey has the most awesomest chocolate in the world hand made by the one and only, Leo is in the kitchen making tea for you, Raph has plenty of pain pills and gravol to share and Donnie has blankets and heating pads!

Even though they understand the pain you’re feeling they’re still goofballs so they’ll pretend to be you while on your period sometimes and it’ll become a “who can make the best zombie impression” contest. It’s still great fun though.

Leo

I’m going to say he’s very sweet when you’re on your period, if you’re ever sore or in pain or just in general uncomfortable he’s always willing to help you out.

Has stolen menstrual health products for you and will do it again.

His favourite thing to do with you while your on your period is turn on the TV and cuddle while marathoning movies together. Sweet, salty, spicy and savoury overpriced snacks surround the two of you as you watch the movies together. It’s nice.

You sit cuddled up against Leo’s plastron while playing with the tails of his bandana. Leo currently has his arms wrapped around you as he slowly works through a small knot in your back. Another wave of pain hits you and you shudder in Leo’s arms. “Leo.” You whine out and he kisses your temple while moving the blankets around a bit to better cover the two of you. “I know, I know. It hurts, but it’ll be okay. It’s just a little longer.” You whine a little more before nodding and settling back down. Leo gives you another kiss as he squeezes you in a gentle hug and then starting to work more on the knot he was earlier. Just a few more minutes before the pain meds kick in. Then you’ll be able to eat all the junk food you want and marathon movies with Leo.

Raph

This man has all the pain meds you might need. Advil? Check. Tylenol? Yep. Aleve? What does he look like, a chump? And of course he also has Gravol for any nausea you might have.

Speaking of Gravol you tend to need it, a lot. It’s not something he’s upset about though. He’s the oldest brother to three other children in a sewer pipe, when they were younger they’d get into all kinds of crap that would make them sick. So it’s okay, just let Raph comfort you.

When you’re not nauseous and having to live with a bucket in between your hands, the two of you pretty much continue on as business as normal. While you still take it easy (because Raph refuses to let you push yourself to far) you still do some light workouts and stretching with him and the boys.

(Warning!! I know I already mentioned vomiting and nausea but this is where it’s ramped up! There is some description, but not much.)

You sat on Raphs bed with a blanket around your shoulders. He had quickly cleaned his room before you walked in which was really sweet but you couldn’t care less while you were puking your brains out. You swallowed as another wave of nausea rolled over you, trying not to lose whatever food you had left in your stomach before giving up. You gagged as you vomited into the bucket and looked at what was inside. Eggs from breakfast and…. “Carrots, why is there always carrots?” You mumble out loud as Raph rubs your back in a soothing motion as he hands you your water bottle. After rinsing your mouth of whatever bile was left in there you settle back against Raphs side. Raph puts an arm around you shoulders. “You gonna be okay?” You nod your head as you lean into him, a grounding and solid weight you can rely on whenever you want. Yeah, you’ll be okay, especially with Raph here to help you.

Donnie

Donnie understands your pain, at least a little. He’s had really bad stomach cramps and has just felt overall really bad. But Y’know what’s always helped him? Coffee, heated, weighted and normal blankets and video games. It’s to do with something something rest something something don’t worry about anything.

If you come over looking like and even feeling like death, he’ll set you up with a nice cuppa Joe (coffee) if you want and your choice of heated and weighted blankets. Then he’ll hand you a controller and join you for a game of your choosing. It’s quiet and he’s not the most physically affectionate but it’s more the silent “I’m here, don’t worry” message when he passes you the blankets.

Will get you anything you want. Literally anything. Remember how splinter wanted some extinct robin eggs or something like that and S.H.E.L.D.O.N. Got him DINO EGGS OF ALL THINGS??? Yeah, he can and will get you anything. So if you want some super fancy croissant? He’ll go to Paris and steal get one from the greatest pastry chef in France. Or you want some kind of cheese that was only available a long time ago? Hold on one second, he’ll send Sheldon out for you.

You sat comfortably on a separate gaming chair next to Donnie, both of you sipping on coffee while playing Stardew Valley (I play Stardew and it’s really comforting, if you don’t like it you can imagine something else) together. You were trying to get the perfection ending by the end of year two, which was a challenge but still nice. Of course Donnie figured out a schedule and a chart to be as efficient as possible, however with things like weather being random it became more of a guideline than anything. “Damn it.” You hiss out as you lost the fishing mini game. “You’ll get it next time.” Donnie reassures you and you look at him. “Right, like when you said that the last three times.” Donnie raises his eyebrows. “Scoff.” Is his only reply. “Snort.” You playfully retort back and the both of you smile as you continue playing together, enjoying the music of the video game.

Mikey (platonic)

This dude is so ready to help you feel better ASAP. Prepare for Dr. Feelings, Dr. Positive and even Dr. Delicate Touch if you need a swift kick in the butt. But you’re most likely just gonna be cooking in the kitchen with Mikey. You two are gonna make the greatest pizza in the entire world!

After pizza you two play some slightly competitive video games. It’s loads of fun with lighthearted banter and trash talk. Of course there’s some playful wrestling involved! You totally don’t steal his remote before he can reach the finish line in Mario kart

All in all, spending time with Mikey while on your period is mostly just him trying to cheer you up and help distract you from how uncomfortable your period is. You’re his best friend and he hates seeing you in any type of pain, so he’s going to do his absolute darnedest to help you out as much as possible!

You sat on a beanbag in front of the large tv next to Mikey, the upbeat and fast paced music of the racing video game keeping you focused on beating the other to the finish line. “Oh, you are going down!” You scoff as Mikey clicks away at his controller furiously. “Yeah right! We both know I’m the reigning champ!! And as always. Eat. My. Dust.” You say with a finality that is punctuated with your ultimate move. A big, fat “YOU LOSE!!” Screen flashes across Mikey’s half of the game and you let out a victory whoop. “Noooooooooo! My victory! My high score! My win streak!! Stolen from me by my one and only friend!” Mikey says with a theatrical air while dramatically sinking to the ground in mock despair. “What will I do now? How shall I live on?” You wheeze after holding back your snorts and snickers and burst into full laughter. Mikey joins you rolling on the floor and clutching his sides. After both of you calm down you purse your lips before looking at Mikey. “Wanna go for round two?” Mikey gives you a devilish smile telling you he won’t let his win streak go so easily. “You’re on!!”

Wow, much longer than I expected! They all aren’t balanced, especially in terms of quality I think. I tried to make it more balanced though between the four of them. Lemme know what’cha think! I absolutely loved writing this by the way, it was quite comforting. Periods really suck so I hope this might comfort anyone dealing with that stuff! I wanted to get a bit of all the different sides of a period but I didn’t really get to sadly. And I’m gonna stop there because if I don’t I’m gonna go into a big long spiel about periods and no one wants to hear or read that! Anyways hope you enjoyed and that this is what you wanted!!

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3 | Pro-Cheerleader or Pro-Zombie

Series: A Zombie's Serenity

Paring: Zed Necrodopolis x OFC Buchanan!

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Might be a few mistakes, and I'm using Brenna D'Amico as how the OC's looks

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The more Zed kept winning games it let zombies be more included and liked by the school. Bucky kept his eye on me like a damn hawk which was ridiculous. Now he was getting annoyed he had to keep an eye on Addison as well because he could tell she had a crush on him. As I walk by the cheer table wanting to go sit with the zombies, Bucky stops me then grabs Addison as she tries to walk over there too.

"You're either pro-cheerleader, or pro-zombie. Decide now." He tells us.

Addison tries to talk back but he won't have it. "I... I wanna be a cheerleader. That's all I ever wanted." She tells him.

"Good. Sis?" He stares me down.

"I'll return the uniform tomorrow after I wash it." I smile at him and he looks at me shocked so does Addison as I walk over to the zombies. "I just wanted to let you know I won't be cheering for you at the next football game on the sideline." I walk up to Zed.

"Why?" He looks upset. "Because I'll be cheering for you in the stands out if this uniform." I take a seat across from him.

"You got kicked off?" He ask shocked.

"I quit. Bucky said pro cheerleader or pro zombie. So I told him I'll return it tomorrow after I wash it." I smile.

"You shouldn't have done that." He tells me.

"Who cares." I mess with my hair letting down the white part and people look at me.

"That's your natural hair?" Eliza asks me.

"Yeah." I smile.

"It's cool. Also if you want to sit with us at the football game you can." She says shocking me.

"Really?" I ask.

"You picked zombies over cheer so I guess you aren't bad." She makes me smile.

Before the football game I had time to go home and change clothes, while my parents weren't there to ask questions. "Serenity!" Eliza waves for me to join them so I jog up the bleachers. "This is Zed's dad and little sister Zoey." She introduces them to me.

"The girl that got lost." His dad remembers me.

"Yep." I laughs taking a seat with them.

"Eliza said you quit cheerleading to be friends with us?" Zoey asks me.

"I did because my brother is mean." I give her a smile.

"Your outfit isn't very pink or blue pastel..." Eliza eyes me.

"My parents don't even know I own rip jeans. Plus the same three color get so tiring." I huff.

"I got you cover." She give me a wink.

"Go Seabrook! Go Zed!" Zoey cheers as the football team comes out and the crowd cheers for him.

"Wooo! Lets go Seabrook!" I stand up and shout. As the game goes on I see Zoey pouting trying to see around people. "Want me to pick you up so you can see?" I ask her.

"Please." She gets a big smile so I place her on my hip. Eliza looks at me giving me a smile, "Let's go zombie!" Zoey chants making a few around us chant.

Zed look over as the team hurdles and points at us making Zoey wave her arms around cheering. I found her so adorable. As Zed wins the game the crowd goes wild. It felt nice seeing the school win because before him it's been years. "Will you sit with us at the next game?" Zoey asks as they wait for Zed to come out to go home.

"Of course I will. I'm going to sitting with you guys till there's no more games. Is that okay with you?" I ask bending down to her height.

"Are you kidding me? Of course not." She wraps her arms around my waist hugging me.

"Zoey, don't scare her off now." Her dad chuckles.

"She won't. It's okay." I pick her up and give her a hug.

"Serenity!" We all look over at Bucky in the distance with Addison looking down as they head off.

"I feel bad you're related to him." Eliza shakes her head.

"Me too." I laugh. "I gotta go." I turn to leave but bump into Zed.

"Hello, there." I look up at him.

"Good game. I would chitchat but Bucky is ready to go home and tell on me for quitting." I give him a hug before jogging off.

As soon as we got home my parents freeze in place when they see Bucky in uniform and not me. "Care to explain?" My mother motions at me.

"Yeah, explain sis." Bucky crosses his arms.

"I quit the squad because Bucky gave me the option to." I tell them straight up.

"You gave her an option?" Dad looks at him.

"I told her cheer or zombies and she picked them over cheer!" He shouts.

"You pick zombies over cheerleading? Something you love?" My mom gasps.

"You guys love cheer... I just like doing it for fun. It's not that serious. Plus zombies aren't bad." I tell them.

"You're grounded." My mom huffs.

"For quitting cheer? Seriously?" I laugh.

"Yes." My father says.

"Fine." I go to my room.

"Have you seen your girlfriend?" Eliza walks up to Zed at his locker.

"She's not my girlfriend." Zed looks at her.

"You want her to be." She winks at him.

"Why do you want to know where she is?" He asks.

"I had an extra jacket lying around and made it up for her." Eliza shoes him the jacket.

"I thought you don't like humans. What makes Serenity so special?" He closes his locker.

"She's different. She liked us before you started winning football games. Maybe I was too quick to judge." Eliza admits to him.

"Here she comes." He nods his head as Serenity walks up.

"Morning." She smiles at them.

"For you." Eliza shows her the jacket.

"Really? I love it. Thank you." She gives Eliza a hug.

"I'm thought you would. I gotta find Bonzo." Eliza leaves the two.

"Zoey hasn't stopped talking a you." They walk together to her locker.

"She's the cutest by the way." They stop at her locker.

"She is." He smiles.

"You still grounded since you quit?" He asks leaning against the lockers next to hers.

"Yep. I still can't even hang out with with Addison past a certain time. By the way she still cheers for you in the inside." Serenity lets him know as she shuts her locker.

"She's being a good friend from afar." He makes her laugh.

"She still has a crush on you." Serenity puts her finger to her lips.

"And I have a crush on her cousin." He smiles as they walk together.

"You have a crush on my brother?" Serenity decides to joke around.

"No, I meant the one with half white hair and quit cheer. I'm actually walking with them right now."

"Well, I hear they have a crush on you too." She nudges him as they walk.

"That's great to hear. I'll see you." He winks walking off as Addison and Bree join Serenity.

"You like him don't you?" Addison gives her a look.

"He's nice." Serenity starts to walk with a smile across her face.

"But you remember, Addie said she liked him first." Bree makes Serenity look at her.

"It doesn't matter if I said it first because he obviously like her back. Zed's cool even as a friend but I'm too scared to be straightforward about being friends with him in public because of Bucky." Addison sighs.

"You need not to care. Like me. I got class." Serenity leaves the girls.

"You're jealous he likes her, aren't you?" Bree looks at Addison.

"Of course I am. He's cute, nice, and funny. No matter how hard I tried to flirt with him he always ended up looking at her. I love Serenity because she's family but... I've always been jealous of her growing up. She had it easier to fit in with our family secret. Now she shows it off and no one says anything about but for me it would be different. She has never cared about what people thought about her. She's comfortable going against family. I never feel like I know who I am while she seems to have herself figured out." Addison rants to Bree about her personal feelings.

"Does she know you feel that way?" Bree asks.

"No. She's never done anything wrong. It's just all me." Addison walks off to class.

Serenity laughs watching Zed signing autographs for students as they all sit together at a table during break. "Just don't end up like my brother signing all these autographs. If you do, I can't talk to you anymore." She laughs at him as he finishes up.

"I won't even talk to him anymore." Eliza stands up with her laptop, "Okay, I'm off to computer club. Me. I think I might be happy?" She leaves makes the three laugh.

Bonzo gets up and heads off to music, "Have fun." Serenity tells him.

"You know zombie tongue now?" Zed laughs as they get up from the table.

"Sorta." She smiles at him.

"Hey, zombie chic. I like it! Give me some! Boom! Boom! There it is." He tells a group as they walk by.

"Yeah, I can't be friends with you anymore more." Serenity laughs but stops at the Acey's walk by with Addison bumping into her on purpose.

"Who cares about the three." Zed opens his locker and confetti pops out. "Cheering for you on the inside. XO, Addison." He reads the paper. "At least she let's me know, not through you for once." He puts the paper away. "So I was thinking that," He gets cut off as Bucky goes over grabbing her arm dragging her off.

"Stay away for him, I mean it. I'm done being nice. I'll get mom and dad to send you away. It doesn't take much." He holds her wrist tight.

"That's funny hearing you say, done being nice, when you haven't been. Make them send me away because until then, I'm still friends with Zombies. Grow up Bucky. It time things change. You're just pissed because it's not all about you. That's a reason you treated me terribly growing up because you weren't the only child anymore." Serenity gets her wrist free marching off.

For the football game, Serenity sits with Zeds family, Eliza, and Bonzo like she normally does. But this time she wasn't much in the mood because of Bucky. She still cheered from time to time but anytime she looked over at him with the squad her blood boiled.

"The Mighty Shrimp have scampied their way to a perfect season! Led by Zombie Zed. The big Homecoming game is next!" The guy announces as the game ends.

As Serenity leaves the bleaches to head home Zed grabs her pulling her aside while the team ran back to the locker room. "You ready to break every rule in the book?" He smiles at her.

"Huh?" She tilts her head with a slight chuckle.

"Meet me at barrier 7pm. Tonight." He winks before running off leaving her alone.

#zed necrodopolis #addison wells #bucky buchanan #eliza zambie #bonzo zombies #bree zombies #wyatt lykensen #willa lykensen #wynter barkowitz #a lan #a li #a spen #zombies #disney zombies #zombies 2 #dcom #zombies dcom #milo manheim

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katielovably · 24 days

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Like the morning before TJ was Tord's alarm clock. By sitting on him.

Oof! Really? Tord groaned.

You my seat now. TJ said as Tord checked the time.

It was just getting 5 but Corporal Aunan is very keen on being early.

He groaned getting up and getting changed (TJ dressed himself).

Edd walked to the living room drinking a cola.

Tord slipped it away the can.

Hey, What are you... Tord got an elbow to the stomach. Tord groaned as Edd took back the cola. TJ laughed so hard he was on the floor. Tord managed to swallow the cola.

It was that funny, TJ. Tord said.

Touch my cola again and you'll get far worst then that. Edd said.

It wasn't that, I didn't want to choke. Tord said.

Sure, pal. Don't touch my cola. Edd said.

That's how most of the clones died. Edd blow the Edd clone who took the last cola's head with a shot gun then most of the clones died. You got lucky. TJ said as he paddled to put up

Then how are you still here? Edd said.

Simple, I told Edd to run and ran also getting shot in the shoulder by that asshole. Then Edd found me and helped. I'm Indebted to him. So I want to go back! TJ said.

I know you been saying that since you could talk! Anyways, we'll be back late again. Hopefully we finish today because I want it too. Also the radio will be deemed useless to you because we'll be talking in code in it because there's a group listing. Also... Tom walked in Tord grabbed him and sat him in the chair.

STAY! Tord said.

Really? Tom said.

Yes, you embarrassed me yesterday! Tord said.

And tipped my water bottle to spill on me getting me all wet! TJ said.

What? Tom! Edd said as Tord slipped on his boots.

Yeah, yeah. Tom said

Wait, no breakfast? TJ said in Norwegian popping up beside him.

We'll eat when we get there. Tord said in Norwegian.

Glad to know you just crash here and do I don't... Do what you did your first few days? Anyways, see you. Tord interrupted.

You will call like you did yesterday? Edd said.

Yep, stay out of trouble. Tord said and slipped out the door. About to run to vehicle but like he was looking at a mirror their was a man with light brown hair burgundy button up. Jeans and shoes.

Um, hi. You must be Tod? The man said in an American accent stopping Tord.

I'm Tord. There's an R in my name.Tord said trying to leave but he fallowed him from the other side of the fence

I'm Todd... you have an accent?He said.

I'm Norwegian. Tord said wanting to be left alone

Obviously. I'm American. From Texas. Your part of the military. I'm actually part of the Navy. I just came back yesterday. Todd said

I would like to talk but I'm going to be late. I have to go. Tord said trying to keep his cool (but he wanted to punch him so badly) buckling TJ who stared at Todd.

Yeah, alright. I don't want to have bad blood like the others. Todd said.

Me nether. Tord said as Corporal Aunan voice told him to hurry up (he was acting early since the sun was just rising.

I'm coming. He said in Norwegian.

I would be careful, there are zombies around, don't want you to turn into one. Tord said getting in.

Ah, good to know. Todd said.

Tord drove off.

Tord lit a cigarette and got out .

I thought you were cutting back. TJ said as he opened the door to find the three year old standing there before hoping down to the ground.

Talking to that guy, I needed one. Tord sighed getting yelled at by Corporal Aunan again. Tord put out the cigarette and entered with TJ paddling at his side.

Morning. that woman behind the desk said with a smile.

Morning, Anne. TJ said, Tord raising an eye brow at him. This was the first time he entered the hotel.

Oh my God! Aren't you a little cutie!? "Anne" said as they walked away

do I even want to know? Tord said to TJ who looked up.

about what? Uppies. TJ said as they came to stairs.

Tord rolled his eyes and picked him up and went to the room knocking a secret knock before being let in.

Your early. Private Hermansen said giving Corporal Aunan a look.

They sat together and came up the code before eating at the dinner down stairs (yes, Tord got his bacon) before going out in the same formation as the day before even TJ getting his handgun again, they even parked in shade for TJ and the Lieutenant which helped TJ because he's could shoot into the forest himself.

They rarely used the radio and there weren't any sign of the other group up until 3 pm. When TJ gave a warning of seeing "evil Tord" (yep, there's goes the last of Tord's reputation)

They did it and even found the second half of the plane.

The were supposed to leave until they found the tires of the semi destroyed.

Great!

They hide the equipment. Tord and TJ (after trying to get a hold of Edd) returned back to Edd's place.

I'm back! Tord called and TJ put on the news after taking off his shoes and little black jacket.

Edd? Tord said looking in his room finding no Edd. Matt? No Matt. Tom? No Tom.

Where did they... there was a note.

Tord,

Went out for groceries. I figured we'd get more food after TJ commented on our bread (which was pretty gross) and I realized we had no bacon or cola! :(

We'll try to come home as fast as we could.

Edd

Ps. I got Tom under my and Matt's watchful eyes.

Oh, ok. Tord said with a sigh before realizing... this isn't Edd's handwriting.

Oh? TJ said popping up beside him on a chair.

Hello, Tord. He heard his own voice say.

What did you do!? See he evil! You always dobt me but he's bad! TJ said fleeing to the TV popping up nto front of it as Tord watched the screen trying to listen.

Basically "I have your friends! Never seeing them again." Blah, blah, blah.

Tord! What are we going to do? TJ said as Tord walked down the hall moving a framed photograph (he was glad they hadn't found it) revealing lever.

What are you doing? TJ said climbing up Tord to sit on his back as Tord pulled the lever.

A hissing sound came from Tom's room. Tord watched as the wall opened revealing his old lab.

Tord walked to it and slipped behind the computer and after some typing. A map of the world came up before zooming into London then a dot showed up in building that looked like a warehouse.

Putting a tracker on Tom came in handy... surprised he hadn't noticed after all these years. Tord said with a shrug before looked to TJ picking up the toddler glancing at Blue prints of a monster, he doesn't remember why he did it but he did. With lasting consequences but that's for future Tord to worry about.

It could be a trap. TJ said as Tord closed his lab again.

I wouldn't be surprised. Tord said taking more weapons and changing his clothes to all black (his old black coat with t-shirt under it and black camo and lighter boots that did clomp) as did TJ but this is one mission he'll not be part of... but also he can't leave him.

Tord slipped out with TJ on his back and ran to the vehicle and drove off the neighbors were out but Tord was in the mood he needed to save his friends.

Part 7 or ???

#my fanfiction #edd ew #ew tom #ew matt #ew edd #ew tord #eddsworld fanfic

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chaoticace2005 · 9 months

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My reactions to Good Omens S2:

Episode 1

-wait Crowley backstory?

-they knew each other? I’m screaming

-okay Crowley maybe don’t brush off your future husband like that?

-angel Crowley is such a nerd

-oof Aziraphale, don’t worry in 6000+ years Crowley will only be thinking that about you

-and yeah of course Crowley is already questioning things

-I’m sure they could object to that

-HE DID THE WING THING

-is starmaker Crowley gonna be something actually discussed??

-also im just now thinking that in s1 only Crowley introduced himself and in s2 only aziraphale did

-yeah… aziraphale is not gonna like the “angle” thing

-THERE WERE LOCKDOWNS

-aziraphale really just adopted someone huh

-“I’m very good at forgiveness, it’s one of my favorite things” dude you’re too good for this world

-yep Crowley is having an existential crisis

-oh hi Gabriel

-yeah aziraphale is about to be in for a rude awakening

-aww they’re cute

-oh wow aziraphale stop lying

-okay does this guy have both types of amnesia

-okay but there was a fly in the box so… beezelbub?

-okay Crowley I’m sure there’s more reasons than just those 3

-okay he really just chugged that

-aww she’s cute

-oof Maggie

-okay him and Crowley are already killing me

-yeah Crowley is having a mental breakdown

-“hell me take care of him”, shfhsh

-“he’s smoking”

-oh dang the old, lock them in a room together

-okay they’re really a human aziraphale and Crowley

-yep Lindsay sucks

-love how aziraphale is pretending not to look interested

-this is a complete flip from s1 where Crowley has to convince aziraphale to get involved

Episode 2

-CROWLEY NO

-DUDE STOP KILLING GOATS

-oh him and Muriel knew each other

-love how aziraphale really doesn’t want anyone to buy books

-Crowley archangel?!

-the fact that they have to make the place accessible

-oof I thought Jim was just invisible, turns out archangels really are just so self involved

-they have to be matchmakers dhdhdhdh

-yeah I’d be scared too if that Crowley was looking for my children

-THEY REMEMBER THEY KNEW EACHOTHER AS ANGELS

-Crowley got aziraphale into food?!

-Yeah the angels are gonna be confused about childbirth

-“OUR CAR”

-THERES A GOOD OMENS BOOK

-okay was last season just Crowley falling for aziraphale and this one is the opposite

Episode 3

-aww they’re cute

-Crowley’s moving in

-awww they’re cute

-ooh why’s beezelbub so anxious?

-awww Crowley gets quality time with his son

-Crowley really is stuck on the rain

-is this gonna be Crowley and aziraphale taking care of kids throughout the years?

-Crowley is fucking high

-fudgfhdhdh Crowley

-“blessings to twitter and Grindr”… yeah I’ll give blessings to one of them

-protective Crowley!

Episode 4:

-“Lesi”?

-dude, do NOT let her into your car

-“you don’t seem his type at all” babe wtf

-“I REMEMBER HEARING YOU AND CROWLEY WERE AN ITEM”

-who is furfur?

-ooh after the church?

-how did those bastards not die?

-awww aziraphale is so in love

-oh no aziraphale is going as magician?

-ZOMBIE NAZIS

-“expert lip reader”…oh this will be good

-Crowley’s doing voices 😂

-“someone you can really trust”

-oof miracle blocking 😭 this is gonna be painful

-“my miracles aren’t working” “neither are mine” god they’re so stupid

-of course he’s never fired a gun before dhdhdhebbd

-how is this magic trick legal?

-ejhdhd démons really can’t read

-“I knew you’d come through for me, you always do”

Episode 5

-doctor who

-DUDE GAVE AWAY A BOOK

-Eric dude stop asking questions, you’re gonna get lightning bolted

-Nina definitely thinks they’re an item

-I WAS RIGHT

-Crowley’s a stuttering mess 😂

-the fact Nina just assumes Crowley could never be straight

-okay I think Nina broke Crowley

-did Crowley set up a fucking date?

-oh aziraphale you’re definitely “smitten”

-oh dude, Crowley maybe don’t spill about the swap?

-told “MY OWN FRIEND”

-“and I did not care for it” oh baby I’m sure you didn’t

-CROWLEY FINALLY ACCEPTED HES A DAD

-the way Gabriel is dressed up 😂

-everyone is so posh

-oh no Maggie

-aziraphale censored the bloody place

-dude let her say something other “seamstress”

-LET CROWLEY AND AZIRPAHALE DANCE TOGETHER

-lmao they’re flirting with Gabriel

-THEYRE GONNA FANCE

-well they danced for like five seconds

-CROWLEY IS A NERD, Aziraphale is gonna fucking marry this guy on the spot

-nevermind he’s just quick in his feet

-“I won’t leave you on your own”

-oh that’s the magician’s partner, I was wondering who they were

-“you’re a good lad” “I’m not actually either”

-“rescuing me makes him so happy”

-I do not think azirpahale is gonna like Crowley just running to heaven

-okay how are they gonna finish this in 50 minutes?

Episode 6

-ANGEL COSPLAYER CROWLEY

-so Nina and Maggie just keep developing their relationship while locked in places

-warrior aziraphale?

-dang hes really just using what killed him last season as a weapon?

-“nah”?

-“Crowley’s emotional support angel”

-“Jim go to your room” “goodnight”: THIS IS LITERALLY PARENTS TO THEIR KIDS

-oh wait what about his books?

-THE BOOKS

-angel form aziraphale?

-ooh halo

-DONT TOUCH IT ERIC

-Crowley is the only one here with any braincells

-if they do a miracle together it works too well? 😂

-beezlebub actually talking to flies

-“you’re perfect” they say, to a fly holding Gabriel’s memories

-THEY WERE SEEING EACH OTHER

-are they gonna dance?

-their hands lingered

-“no one’s ever given me anything before”

-THEY GOT TOGETHER: “I just found something that matters more to me than choosing sides”

-Crowley is just watching his husband get to work

-“alpha centauri’s nice”, aziraphale looks at him

-aziraphale is just looking lovingly at Crowley during this entire scene and I’m losing it

-“we need a little us time” “just us. Not you”

-aww he’s putting the place back together

-Nina called Maggie angel

-them recognizing that they can do things at their own pace and not be forced together

-they’re giving him relationship advice

-he put his glasses on :(

-“we could have been us”

-CROWLEY CJRHDHRHDH

-THEYRE KISSING?!

-oh Crowley no :(

-“anything you need to take with you?”

-WHY WOUKD YOU END IT LIKE THAT?

-WHAT THE FUCKKKKKK

-okay I seriously can’t believe at the end of this somehow Aziraphale in the Archangel and Gabriel is the one who ran off to Alpha Centauri with a demon

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #good omens 2 spoilers #good omens season 2 spoiler #go2 spoilers #gos2 spoilers

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harveyb-wabbit92 · 2 years

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Subway bosses scenarios: He falls asleep on you/you fall asleep on him.

Ingo: He didn't sleep well the night before which showed through the bags under his eyes, he then came home early due to a snow storm, the the station had to be closed and trains pretty much cancelled until the weather calmed down and the tracks were properly cleared of any ice and debris.

So yeah Ingo was grouchy he got up early for nothing, He got home feeling like zombie when found y/n lounging on the giant bean bag playing what Pokémon-crossing. He recognized the rain music, without a word he removed his coat, hat and boots and made his way over to bean bag.

Y/n looked up from her game and cocked a brow as Ingo pulled the blanket off her briefly and lay down next to her resting his head on her shoulder, Y/n shuddered feeling how cold his face and hands were as Ingo pulled the blanket back over them. "Sorry." He mumbled into her shoulder as he got comfortable. "It's fine." she hummed bringing her hand up the run her fingers through his hair, Ingo relaxed under her touch as he began to doze off.

"You remined of a Purugly sometimes" Y/n teased as rare lazy a smirk appeared on Ingo's as he cocked a brow. "Do I now..." the conductor hummed tiredly. "Yep, hopped right into my nest claimed it as your own" Ingo chuckled "Well, I saw something in the nest I wanted, so I took it." he purred giving Y/n small kiss on the neck before dozing off.

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Y/n: She hadn't been sleeping well the pass few days, something Ingo pick up on very quickly, when he saw the bags under her eyes and looked at Y/n warily as told her co-works that she was fine, but as Y/n day progressed the more exhausted she was, she nearly stumbled of the platform and on to the tracks! if Ingo hadn't been near by pulled her back towards him. That the last straw for Ingo who pretty much dragged Y/n to a locked supply closet, he unlocked it and dragged her inside.

Thinking Ingo was in the mood Y/n went to protest that she wasn't feeling it, but then back pedaled when she saw four overturned filing cabinets with a foam pad and a large black sleeping bag laid over them; turning them in into makeshift bed. "This closet is the farthest from the track, so sound doesn't echo back here much." He sat Y/n down on the bed, and started got her shoes off and had her lie down. "I decided to use it as a sleep room, that's why it's always locked" He explained laying down next to her. "Now, tell me why you aren't sleeping?" Ingo hummed as he pushed some hair out of her face.

Y/n told him that she got a new neighbor recently, the guy would throw these loud ass parties almost everyday and when he's not doing that, he fixing he dame motorcycle! revving it and riding it around the neighborhood early in the morning! "Me and few other have told him to stop, but he doesn't." Y/n lips were quivering but she was too tired to cry, Ingo calmed her down and and just told her relax and and go to sleep.

When Ingo was sure she was out, he got his Rotom phone and gave his old friend Charles a call, the biker owed the subway boss a few favors, which the biker was happy enact on, Ingo smirked and rolled over throwing his arms around Y/n and setting down for a nap.

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Emmet: He got home grumpy, cold and exhausted. Emmet was pissed that he essentially got up and ready for nothing! See, due to the incoming snow storm the trains had to be cancelled and the station was to be closed for the day, until everything was cleared up, a rare frown was planted on Emmet's face as he stripped off his wet coat and hat and kicked his boots off, he went downstairs to his bedroom where he found Y/n still sleeping and Mortimer (her Skitty) was sleeping on her butt.

Emmet hummed got changed into a t-shirt and sweat pants and pulled the blanket back which woke up Y/n for a few seconds. "Em?" she croaked eyes squinting trying to see who was next to her. "Yes it is me." Emmet said setting down next to her and sighed tiredly. "I should've listened to you and stayed in bed..." mumbled resting his chin on her head.

"Hm, that bad?" Y/n asked in quiet voice. "Couldn't even see the Ferris wheel." He stated voice dropping a few octaves as he started drifting, Emmet's arms found their way around Y/n's waist in seconds the couple were were back to sleep. Mortimer briefly woke up situated himself between Y/n and Emmet did a little circle and settled down back to sleep.

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Y/n: Y/n was sitting on the late night train back from (made up or cannon Town of choice) When Emmet spotted her when he was making his rounds, he asked the depo agent helping him to take over and happily made his way over to his girl, luckily the train was mostly empty so no one spared the conductor a second glance as he sat down next to the y/ht woman who had been dozing off.

Before snapping awake when she realize someone was sitting next to her. "Hi Coffee-cat!" Emmet greeted as Y/n blinked a few times to make sure this was really Emmet and a hallucination. "Hey..Em." Y/n mumbled relaxing in her boyfriend's presence and it wasn't some subway creep. "Did you have a good trip?" Emmet asked curious about his girlfriend's visit home, he really wants to go next time to see where Y/n grew up and meet her family.

Y/n hummed tired. "It was the same old, Dad wanted to battle to see if my skills were still sharp, and mom avoided me all weekend." the y/hc woman frowned she told Emmet a long time ago that her glitzy glam mom didn't like the fact Y/n chose to be a Pokémon trainer instead of a world famous contest coordinator like she wanted. "No offense, but your mom's an idiot." Emmet stated flatly.

Y/n snickered tiredly in agreement and a few seconds later she passed out head resting on Emmet's shoulder, the white clad conductor readjusted he was sitting so Y/n was in a more comfortable position and looped his arm with hers, as Emmet leaned back a rested his eyes and waited until their stop came up.

#pokemon fanfiction #pokemon x reader #Submas #subway boss ingo #subway boss ingo x reader #subway boss emmet #subway boss emmet x reader #fem reader #barista!reader #Ticket attendant! reader

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redeyeflyguy · 2 months

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Wonderful Things That May or May Not Be Wonderful!!! If you think that The Last of Us and its sequel were the first instances of parasitic mushroom zombies in video games, first off, you're wrong and secondly, I'm not going to look up what the first actually is for fear that I may run into some very…unpleasant images. That's not going to stop me from talking about these two monsters. Paras is a Bug and Grass type pokemon that resembles a cute orange cicada with mushrooms called Tochukaso growing out of its back. True to that incredibly subtle naming pun, said mushrooms are parasitic. They not only slowly draining the life and nutrients from their host but also have some control over the mind and movements of said host. This aspect is especially pronounced when it evolves into Parasect. See that giant shell-like mushroom? See those blank white eyes? Yep, Parasect isn't the bug. It's the fungus itself having completely dominated its pack mule. That's both intriguing and terrifying! Unfortunately, neither form has been all that useful in battle due to its easily exploitable typing and poor stats, especially its speed. It does have one ace up its claw though, the once unique move, Spore, a move that puts the opponent to sleep with 100% accuracy. What that means is unless your foe has increased their evasiveness or lowered Parasect's accuracy, they're going beddie bye no questions asked and a sleeping pokemon is easy prey indeed. Oh, and I would be remiss if I didn't mention how scary and aggressive they were in the early game of Legends: Arceus. So yeah, Paras & Parasect aren't the strongest or the most popular pocketable monsters but they have a cool concept and their own charms to boot. Their own fun, creepy wonderful charms.

#wonderful #paras #parasect #pokemon #game freak #gen 1 pokemon #kanto #mushrooms #parasites #spore #fungus #legends arceus #video games #monsters #role playing games #ydeval

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notoverjoyed · 1 year

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In which a creepy basement is double-booked

Vlad holds a party. Spike and Jazz go exploring.

For @faedemon, aka @moipale

Tyler Hammond, known as ‘Spike’ to his friends, was faced with a choice.

“Please Spike,” Jazz said. “I really don’t want to go to this thing alone. By ‘thing’, she was referring to the party Mayor Masters was holding.

Jasmine’s family was old friends with Masters. Or something? By old friend, he meant that she complained how the man wanted her and her brother to call him ‘Uncle Vlad’. Jazz didn’t complain about a lot, so that was saying something. Anyway, she’d been invited to this gala and couldn’t get out of going, so she was begging Spike to be her plus one.

He opened his mouth to say no, again, when Jazz seemed to be struck by inspiration.

“You do know where he’s holding the gala, right?” she said carefully.

Sighing, he replied, “Where?”

“City Hall.”

“Yeah, what of it?” he said. Then, “Wait, city hall?”

“Yep,” she said brightly. “In the ballroom.”

“The one with the creepy basement?”

“You mean the underground parking garage that they only use for storage?” Jazz was particular about definitions, and even Spike had to admit she was an expert on creepy basements.

“So the the creepy underground parking garage, whatever.”

“Right next to the ballroom in fact.”

She frowned. “ I don’t know why they build it in the first place, we never needed that much parking downtown.”

“I don’t care why they built it, but I do know it’ll be perfect for my photography project.”

“The thematic analysis of liminal spaces as depicted in horror and suspense films? I’m looking forward to seeing it!”

“I’m not using that title, but yeah.”

“So you’re coming to the gala?”

Damn. Spike may be strong against Jazz’s begging, but not against her bribery.

“If you can get me into that basement, then sure.”

“Great!” she said.

. . .

The door to the underground parking garage is strangely unlocked, and creaked ominously as it opened. The sound was odd in contrast with the brightly lit hallway. Spike grinned at the noise, the expression almost as odd on his normally dour face.

“C’mon,” he said excitedly. He gripped his camera in one hand and grabbed Jazz’s hand and they ducked through the doorway, letting the door clunk close behind them. All sound from the ballroom vanished, as did the light.

They stood there in darkness for a moment before a beam of light lit the corridor in front of them. Spike looked to Jazz and saw a flashlight in her hand.

“Uh, thanks,” he said sheepishly.

“You’re welcome,” she said, and he appreciated the lack of sarcasm. It’s just like Jazz to plan ahead like that.

They continued down the corridor, and Spike noted the downhill slope. ‘At least we’re going in the right direction,’ he thought to himself.

“So how do you think you’ll incorporate the pictures from down in here into your project?” Jazz asked as they walked.

“I’m thinking that it can be like… the abandoned urban space, kinda mazelike? Like in zombie movies where they’re looking for supplies and everything’s quiet and your senses are all on high alert.”

“So like the anxious, hypervigilant aspect of horror movies, the suspense leading to the jump scare.”

“Exactly.”

Jazz hums in appreciation. “I bet my brother and his friends would love your project,” she said. “Especially Sam.”

“Yeah, I can see Sam into that, but your brother? He doesn’t seem the type to be into the creepy stuff.”

“Trust me, he is very familiar with the creepy stuff. And all three of them love horror movies. They’re big fan’s of that ‘Dead Teacher’ series.”

“Oh man, those are so cheesy.” Spike says with a laugh. “Quality jump scares thought.”

“And speaking of creepy, I think we’re here,” Jazz says, shining her light on a door in front of them.

Spike thought it was odd that there’d been no doors or hallways branching off from this corridor, but he didn’t dwell on it. Most of the public buildings in Amity Park had quirks like this. He opened the door, which was also conveniently unlocked, and they stepped through together.

The door opened into a dark, cavelike space. The ceiling was low, but the garage continued well beyond the ranges of Jazz’s flashlight. The vast space was broken only by concrete pillars and a wall obstructing their view off to their right.

“Perfect,” Spike said. He brought up his camera to fiddle with the settings in the light of Jazz’s flashlight.

“So how are we going to to do this?” She asked.

He was about to respond when he heard an echoing shout and the murmur of multiple voices. He looked at Jazz and it was clear she heard it too. Without speaking, she turned he flashlight so the beam wouldn’t shine beyond the wall to the right. That was the direction the the voices were coming from, and it was clear that Jazz wanted to investigate. She started walking slowly that way, and Spike followed.

They made it to the wall, Jazz’s flashlight now pointed fully behind them. A faint light can be seen around the corner, and she turned the flashlight off. With that light gone, it only took them a few moments to see more clearly into the distance.

The light in the distance was soft and flickering, and a number of figures were silhouetted against it.

“Creepy is right,” Spike said breathlessly.

Jazz didn’t respond, and he saw her crouch as she crept to a pillar in between them and the light ahead. He followed her, not willing to let her investigate alone.

They went like this from pillar to pillar until they got close enough to seem the figures more clearly. They seemed to be wearing robes.

“So, this demon summoning or whatever is cool and all, but the weird cult vibe wasn’t exactly what I was going for with this project,” Spike whispered.

“I’m more worried about what they’re trying to summon to be honest,” Jazz replies softly. In the dim light he can see her take out from her pocket what looks like lipstick in a shiny chrome tube. He knew that was actually one of her parents inventions, and he wondered what a weapon against ghosts would do against seemingly human cultists.

“Really?” he says.

“Really.”

“He’s about to reply with something sarcastic when he catches a glimpse of the only figure not wearing robes. A familiar figure.

“Uh, Jazz,” He says. “I think you should be worried about what they’re sacrificing, instead.”

She follows his gaze, then sucks in a gasping breath.

“Danny!” she whispers worriedly.

#danny phantom #phic phight 2023

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peakdeer · 2 years

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To Fall in Love with your Fellow Henchman

Sausage likes Joey. Joey likes Xornoth. Sausage knows this. He just wishes the universe would stop shoving it in his face.

Or: The ah discord server needs to stop giving me ideas. I can't write them all

Sausage swung his axe to dispatch the zombie trying to punch Joey, watching it vaporize after only one hit.

“Thank you! My hero.” Joey chirped, causing Sausage paused in putting his axe away. He turned to beam at Joey and puffed his chest up proudly, warmth spreading to his cheeks.

“It’s a little dark and scary outside, lots of mobs everywhere! Oh be careful, I believe the demon is around here somewhere. He usually shows up during rain and thunderstorms.” Sausage spun around and squinted at the trees around him, trying to see if he could make out Xornoth’s shape before realizing he’d completely ignored Joey to do that. He spun back around to see Joey with a half-frightened, half-elated expression, making his heart sink. He knew it wasn’t for him.

“Oh, oh! How do I look? How do I look?” Joey turned quickly, modeling his wings and outfit. It was pretty much the same thing he wore every day, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t impressive. After all, he himself wore the same cape every day. It was the height of fashion! Well, actually, he didn’t know anything about fashion. Fwhip probably knew more about fashion than he did.

“You look very majestic, yep, very very majestic,” Sausage complimented Joey, smiling dreamily up at his friend.

It was true, Joey did look magnificent. The neck shawl or whatever it was that Joey was wearing didn’t hide Joey’s impressive muscles, and his tight shorts showed off even more of his impressive physique. His feathers were glorious, shining in every color of the rainbow, looking so soft and downy. He reached his hand out wistfully to run his fingers through the feathers, before pulling it back. That would be weird, if he did that. Joey would think he was weird. And that’s not what you want your crush-slash-best-friend-slash-fellow-cult-member to think about you. Especially when he’s dating the demon you serve.

“Oh, okay, good,” Joey look relieved, his feathers smoothing down and face relaxing. Sausage liked that face, almost as much as he liked Joey’s easy grin. It was hard not to when Joey was so cute.

“Yeah, gotta make sure you look your best when the demon comes, yeah?” He teased, smiling up at Joey.

Joey nodded affirmatively, though he wouldn’t quite look Sausage in the eyes. He was fiddling with his feathers, looking very nervous and very unlike the Joey he knew best. He was going to ask, but he shut his mouth when Joey began to speak. “So I’m looking to make a banner, and I need your help… I heard you were the banner king or something?”

That. Didn’t explain what he was wondering. But it would be rude to change the subject now, so he led Joey to his banner shop, despite many encounters with mobs along the way. “O-okay, I think it’s the blood sheep, hang out right here, please! Thank you, all right, come in, come in! It’s safer in here.” Sausage’s chuckles hadn’t quite died yet as he pulled Joey into the warm safety of his shop. Joey was laughing too, ruffling his feathers to clean them from unwanted moss and dirt.

“It’s not very well lit around here, is it, Sausage?” Joey quipped, smiling teasingly at him.

“I- well- it’s- I- your area’s not very well lit either, Joey, don’t judge me!” He squawked indignantly. “You have the same problem!”

Joey just laughed at that, slinging his arm over Sausage’s shoulders. “So where’s the banners?”

“Oh! They’re upstairs, come along this way,” he chattered, leading them to a relatively large shop. There were several labeled barrels, some with banners poking out from them. There was a tired-looking villager there, staring at the two rulers warily.

“This is the head banner maker! Good morning, or actually, is it night? Ohhhhh we interrupted your sleep. I’m sorry! I’m sorry, okay, I’ll raise your wages!” Sausage promised the poor villager. The poor guy had just wanted to sleep, not to deal with two rulers in his house at some odd hour in the morning.

The villager sighed, nodding to Sausage his king and offering Joey a half-bow before heading downstairs without a word. If Sausage had to guess, he’d say he was getting coffee. Joey offered the man a smile, watching after him curiously.

“So here are the dyes, here are the banners, and here are the banner patterns! I do have the globe banner pattern in here, let me get it for you.” It was rather unnecessary for Sausage to list where everything was, as it was all labeled, but it made him feel useful.

“Oh, okay, thank you,” Joey thanked him as Sausage handed him the pattern, looking around distractedly. “Do you mind if I use your workshop?”

“Oh yeah, yeah of course! My house is your house! Well, it’s not technically my house, but it’s part of my empire—you know what I mean.” Sausage stammered out.

The nervous look began to reappear on Joey’s face as he worked, and he wouldn’t look up at Sausage. Which was probably for the better, honestly, since he was working on a banner. “So, I… I have a bit of a confession to make. I have… a little bit of a love interest, and I’m—I’m making a banner in honor of him.”

Sausage forced a smile, staring decidedly at the gem on Joey’s neck instead of at his face. “Is it the someone I’m thinking of—?” The words were out before he could stop them, before he even realized what he’d said. A sloshing feeling began to form in his stomach, and he suddenly wished he was anywhere else. The only thing he could think was please don’t be Xornoth, please don’t be Xornoth, please don’t be Xornoth, please be him, be Sausage, please. He wasn’t sure who he was praying to—Aeor would never do anything for him, would never even listen to him, and Exor was probably thrilled with this development. Exor didn’t care about Sausage or Joey. The blood sheep didn’t get involved in the ‘affairs of mortal men’. No one would answer him.

“How about I make the banner and then you can guess who you think it is?” Joey suggested nervously, messing around with the dyes on the banner. There was a sincerity in his eyes, a genuine fear that silenced his complaints. He wasn’t going to upset Joey over his silly little crush on the Lost Emperor.

They were silent for a few minutes, Sausage pointedly avoiding looking at the banner. “Okay, I’m kind of nervous to share who my love interest is with you…” There was an odd lurch in his stomach as Sausage tried to think of a way to calm Joey and support him, though a part of him didn’t want to know. Didn’t want to hear Joey say it.

He forced his mouth open anyway, searching for the right words and the strength to say them. “Oh, um, you never know! I might be really good friends with them and I can put in a good word for you, if anything! I can be, like, your wingman!”

“Okay!” Joey stood up abruptly, thrusting out the banner towards Sausage’s face. “Okay, it’s been created!” He looked so proud of himself, and Sausage couldn’t help but wish that he could be that proud of Sausage one day.

“You got it?” Sausage offered a smile, even if it was a bit off-center and not as happy-looking as it should be. “Let me see it! Here, you can hang it on this wall!” Sausage gestured to the only blank wall in the entire banner shop, a spread of empty space likely used for the sole purpose of hanging up banners.

Joey hung the banner proudly on the wall, the black fabric swinging until it stopped, sitting flush with the wall. The banner was void-black, with two red spots that looked like eyes, the kind you could get lost in. Not in the romantic way, more like these eyes will swallow you up and trap you here, so that you can never escape. The face was familiar, sending both a bolt of fear and a zing of elation through his chest, before it faded into gray disappointment.

“Oh. Oh.” Sausage knew it wouldn’t be him. He knew. There was no way Joey would have liked him, and if he somehow did, this is not how he would tell Sausage. But this was maybe worse. He’d set himself up to be Joey’s wingman, with Joey and the demon he served. Who was a demon. Who he served. He could overlook the demon bit, but the other one might be an issue. He expected this the instant Joey had said he had a love interest, but he still couldn’t muster up an emotion other than shock.

“That’s my senpai.” Joey said it oddly calmly, considering how worried he had been to tell Sausage. His eyes were slightly glazed, and he stared at the banner with something that looked almost like devoted worship.

That was probably fine.

“That’s… that’s Xornoth.” Sausage paused for a moment, attempting to bite back the thoughts that he had about this new development. Not that there was much room for those, with the sudden vacancy the revelation had caused in his head. “That is so nice,” he forced out through gritted teeth. He would support Joey if he had to bite his tongue off, if he had to third-wheel while Joey and Xornoth flirted with each other. Even if it felt like he was dying.

“Do we look cute together?” As much as Sausage wanted to deny it, Joey’s colorful scheme and the demon’s black and red palette blended together quite nicely. It would fit better if Xornoth wasn’t all black, but beggars can’t be choosers. Well. That saying actually doesn’t work, because Joey could woo anyone he wanted, so… maybe ‘you don’t pick who you love’? He knew that one was accurate.

“You actually look fantastic together, you know what, are you going to the wedding tomorrow? Or is it later today, actually? I’m not sure, maybe—it doesn’t matter, that’s not the point.” Sausage had no idea where he was going with this, only that words were spilling out of his mouth too quickly to filter or change, with a reckless sort of abandon that was really going to hurt him one of these days.

“Ooh, Lizzie and Joel’s wedding? Yeah!” Joey answered, looking equally curious to see where Sausage was taking this as he himself was. Joey, however, look excited as well, and Sausage most definitely was not excited about what he might say next.

“Yeah, yeah, if anything you know what’ll be really really cool? If you proclaim you love to Xornoth right at the wedding.” Sausage proposed the idea, sent reeling by his own words. That’s what he said? That’s what his mouth decided to say? This was not going to go well.

“Oh my god…” Joey’s eyes got a far-away look, as if he were planning it out in his mind, deciding whether it was a good idea or not.

“It’s very romantic!” Sausage prompted, waiting for a response. He wanted to make sure he hadn’t said the wrong thing, because he would rather like this to not end terribly, though he had a feeling it would end terribly either way.

“Like, after they get married, right?” Joey asked, calming Sausage’s nerves slightly. At least he hadn’t angered Joey.

“Yeah, after, don’t do it before, because then it’ll be a little weird, you know, it’ll look like you’re taking the spotlight away from them, but right after. When it’s done? I think you should.” Sausage bumped his head against Joey’s shoulder, looking up for some form of confirmation.

“Okay, I’ll be like, ‘I have an announcement to make.’ And then I’ll display the banner and say, ‘I’m in love!’ Okay. Love that!” Joey agreed, clapping his hands and doing a little spin. He looked about five seconds from sprinting through the door to prepare, and Sausage found himself blurting out anything he could say that would make Joey stay, just for a few minutes longer.

“Guess what? A lot of people are scared of Xornoth, a lot of people are scared of that demon. But if there’s one person who’s not, who’s actually pretty good friends with them, it’s me.” The words fell out of his mouth like rain from the sky, all jumbled up and spoken too fast with a desperate energy that Sausage hoped Joey wouldn’t pick up on.

“You’re friends with Xornoth?” Joey looked genuinely curious, surprised. It made Sausage wonder what Joey was thinking. Did he think that Sausage had extended his friendship to a demon because why not? Did he think he was only friends with Xornoth for power? None of those thoughts were entirely wrong. Or perhaps he was wondering if he had competition. The last thought almost made him laugh, but that would be rather inappropriate in this situation, so he bit his tongue to hold it back.

“Yeah! I could put in a good word for you with them!” Sausage really needed to stop talking. He was digging his grave to bedrock, and nothing he was saying was going to be easy to do, not when he felt this pain in his chest every time he so much as thought of Joey and Xornoth together.

“Okay yes, yeah, that would—that would, that would be so great! Thank you, Sausage!” Joey looked delighted, clapping his hands together excitedly. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, if he got Joey to smile at him like that. He couldn’t have Joey, but he could have this.

“You know what, you, you got this! This, this is gonna be great, okay? Xornoth is a little—okay, maybe a lot, or, really, Exor is—a little rough around the edges, but, uh, if there’s anybody out there for him, it’s you. You got this!” Sausage wasn’t sure how many of his words he actually believed, but at least it seemed to please Joey.

“Wow Sausage, thank you so much! I knew I could always count on you!” Joey had an easy grin on his face paired with that far-away look he had when he was imagining how something should go, or when he was planning vengeance against his enemies. Sausage just wanted to step forward and kiss that face, but, that. That’s not very proper behavior for Joey’s wingman.

“I told you! Everything’s going to be great,” Sausage couldn’t help a rush of pride at Joey’s words. That was him! Joey counted on him! Joey trusted him! Perhaps he should stop acting like a lost puppy, but he couldn’t help it. It just made him happy, to be appreciated and trusted and believed in, especially by Joey. He trusted Joey more than anything. That’s was why he’d betrayed Gem and Fwhip, wasn’t it? For Xornoth and power, of course, but also for Joey. Because Joey came with those two things. And if he’d sided with Gem and Fwhip… he wouldn’t have Joey. And was it worth it without him?

“I’ve made some, uh, deals—promises—whatever you want to call them!—with the demon. He promised me I’ll be a great warlock, I’ll have great magic, I’ll be even more powerful than Gem! But to, uh, do that we… have to kill the dragon. That’ll free him, restore him to his full powers, and then we can have everything we want! And you can have your boyfriend!”

“Yeah! Let’s kill that dragon!” Joey cheered excitedly. “Hold on, I gotta prepare my weapons, get some golden apples, ooh! We could use some totems of undying!” He ran off, presumably to begin to prepare for the dragon fight. Sausage watched him leave longingly, wishing he could follow Joey and talk to him more, to hang out with him and maybe get a few cuddles. Because cuddles aren’t just romantic! They can be platonic! And he. He would really like to cuddle with Joey. Really, he just wanted cuddles. He hadn’t gotten cuddles since he was, like, eight. He would like kisses, too, but Joey liked Xornoth, so he wasn’t going to get those, and who else would like him anyway?

Well. At the very least, he was in the friend-zone, by which he meant they were friends, not that—well, the other meaning works too, because Joey didn’t like him. He liked the demon.

He was maybe a little bit jealous about that.

Okay, so, maybe a lot jealous.

In his defense, Joey was very pretty! And funny and bubbly and always nice to him and also he was very, very hot. But that didn’t matter because he wasn’t telling Joey. Joey would be happier with Xornoth. Probably. Maybe. Xornoth was a demon, so he might hurt Joey, or manipulate him, or…

Sausage was going to stop thinking about that. Xornoth was nice to him! And he was pretty too, a darker aesthetic than he usually preferred, but he could see why Joey liked him. The demon was a catch.

It would be fine. Nothing would go wrong. Everything would be great.

They just had to kill the dragon first.

#joesage #jornoth #joey graceffa #mythicalsausage #xornoth #empires smp #empiresshipping

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watchingspnagain · 1 year

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Rewatching Time Is on My Side

Welcome to “He's not even staying caught up on his reading: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

Up today, s3e15: Time is on My Side.

Dean's running out of time and Sam's getting desperate to save him, so Sam convinces his brother to head to Ohio to investigate cases of folks getting abducted and then waking up without certain organs. Secretly Sam suspects it's the reappearance of a zombie-like doctor their father hunted years ago, and he wants to learn the dude's secret to long life. Turns out it comes with a heavy price that Dean refuses to pay. Cue the gross-out organ harvesting scenes and fraught boys.

Below is a log of our real-time reactions as we watched. Remember that there may be spoilers for any part of SPN’s 15-season run here. Note also that the nature of our conversation is adult and thus it may contain adult language and themes.

[and we begin:]

Lor:

cool. gross dudes.

Mace:

HA! YEP

Lor:

maybe one of them will get a supernatural comeuppance

Mace:

it’s just possible

Lor:

juuuust maybe

Mace:

snork

Mace:

Lor:

yeeeeah

Mace:

any nurse worth her salt wouldn’t react like that, I’d think

Lor:

RIGHT?

Lor:

especially if she's an ER nurse or ER triage. come on

Lor:

oh when will these demons learn that you don't insult a Winchester's family?

Mace:

he’s using the Dean Voice

Lor:

he IS

Mace:

right?

Lor:

like, don't they have a demon bulletin board on Hell Commons, or something?

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

Mace:

oooof. Dean’s face

Lor:

YES

Mace:

the other other white meat

Lor:

LOL

Lor:

"I mean, obviously, I want to hunt some ZOMBIES"

Lor:

"excuse me. no, no we're very smart"

Lor:

"you done?" " "I think so"

Mace:

HAHAHAHA DEAN

Mace:

he’s hopped up on zombie excitement

Lor:

he is

Lor:

people are really bringing the sarcasm to the boys today

Mace:

they really are

Lor:

"DUDE I'm EATING"

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

Lor:

"antiques roadshow surgery" omg Dean

Mace:

YAS

Lor:

SAM WINCHESTER stop trying to make Dean go off his food. poor muffin has three weeks to live

Mace:

I’m gonna have to go with Laura on this one, Sam. Maybe lay off a bit.

Lor:

ooooo, Sammy. now you really know you've been bad

Mace:

*SNORK*

Lor:

gaaaaah the heart monitor in the watch

Mace:

right?!

Lor:

RUFUS

Lor:

oh Sam

Mace:

YES

Mace:

and yeah

Lor:

oh no fraught brothers

Mace:

YEP

Mace:

poor sweet stubborn yahoos

Lor:

RIGHT?

Lor:

"Sammy, be careful" "you too"

Lor:

you two numbnuts COULD just say you love each other. the world will not end if you actually say that to your brother

Lor:

omg his little grin to the security camera

Mace:

SNORK YES

Lor:

"don't ‘look man, me’"

Lor:

and he immediately switches to sir

Lor:

adorable

Mace:

you know, if we were in the bunker, we wouldn’t ever let the fraught get so far. we’d sit them down and not let either of them go off on their own all poutypants

Mace:

YES

Lor:

OMG Rufus's grin when Dean pulls out the scotch

Lor:

YES

Mace:

YES

Lor:

"because I know things"

Lor:

I love him

Mace:

YES

Lor:

"ain't you a bucket of sunshine"

Mace:

ooof. DEAN.

Lor:

RIGHT?

Lor:

(also, serious fuck 327. if someone has been told his whole life he's gonna die awful or turn into a hollow husk of a man, you DON'T HAVE THAT HAPPEN AT THE END)

Mace:

(RIGHT?!?!)

Lor:

he'll do anything once

Mace:

omg DEAN WINCHESTER

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

Lor:

LOLOL

Mace:

SAMMY NO

Lor:

RIGHT?

Lor:

Sam, this is where you turn around and get out and come back later with Dean

Mace:

RIGHT?!

Mace:

I can’t believe we have to yell at him about this sort of thing AGAIN

Lor:

silly Stringbean

Mace:

He may need punishing

Lor:

SNORK

Lor:

why would anyone want to live forever if all they do is find people to take their parts so they can keep living forever? like, he's not even staying caught up on his reading or anything

Mace:

HAHAHAHAHA OMG LOR I WAS JUST THINKING THAT

Lor:

OMG I LOVE IT

Mace:

yas

Lor:

OMG turning on the light switch with the gun

Mace:

YES

Lor:

also the pinning to t wall

Mace:

YAAASSSS

Mace:

HE’S SO STERN

Lor:

he IS

Lor:

oooof he lying

Lor:

*her

Mace:

Yep

Mace:

i knew what you meant

Lor:

you good. I know you generally speak Lor gibberish

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

"whaddya mean no?"

Mace:

OH DEAN

Mace:

yeah

Lor:

oh Sam

Lor:

oh god eye stuff

Lor:

behind the sofa

Mace:

YUP

Mace:

EWEWEW

Mace:

smarty dean

Lor:

YES

Lor:

"wakey wakey eggs and bacy" omg

Mace:

YAS

Lor:

I don't get the mechanics of this ep. if he's immortal to the point he can get stabbed and it doesn't matter, why do his organs wear out?

Mace:

right

Lor:

I’m not usually fussed about that kind of handwavey stuff, but this one bugs me for some reason? maybe bc Sam thinks they can save Dean with it?

Mace:

yeah

Lor:

omg the screaming over the black screen

Mace:

YES

Lor:

dang she is cold

Mace:

yep

Mace:

it was so totally Dean’s idea to use the sex dolls

Lor:

DEFINITELY

Lor:

dang, Dean's kinda cold here too. not that I think there's anything he could do in three minutes

Mace:

he kinda is

Mace:

i think him being hard on her is him being hard on himself here

Lor:

ooooo yeah

Lor:

also he has no idea WHY she killed her parents, so he thinks she's just a greedy person who makes deals to kill family for money

Lor:

and we all know how that kind of thing would go over with him

Mace:

yeah

Mace:

this is one of the places where his knee-jerk judgement makes him just a little less than perfect

Lor:

yep

Lor:

which is part of why he's such a good character

Mace:

just a little, though

Lor:

only a SMIDGE

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