#I could go on and on about how Kali thinks his parents are the best but they're really not

[the-whispers-of-death]

boy oh boy i have Stone on the brain you have no idea what your ocs do to me

I think I do know, considering I'm obsessed with them.

They all have their own charms. Sarabi and Stone are both traumatized & their birth families want nothing to do with either of them, Kali seems like he's only a joker but he actually is his parents' parent (does anyone really believe that his parents are hard-workers if they just let their son who already has a full-time job in the Corps also be responsible for the ranch they started?), Nala is just Dad™, Simba is lovable goofball Dad, and Ladder is just a tech goddess who drinks too much coffee and likes to piss off people who are bigger and taller than her (Stone).

#tyler's asks #tyler's inbox #Tyler answers asks #asks #call of duty ocs #cod ocs #just love them #I could go on and on about how Kali thinks his parents are the best but they're really not #Nala is more nuanced than just being a father and husband but it's what he focuses on and what he takes pride on #Simba is more of a serious dad than he lets anyone see but he strives to be the dad Ashton can feel comfortable enough to share things with #Ladder has to prove to people (not Stone) that she deserves to be seen as their equal so she purposefully goes head to toe head with Stone #Stone is highly respected for his prowess and she knows Stone won't go easy on her just because she's a woman so any spar she earns her win #:)

[bridgyrose]

Team RWBY visits Blake’s house in Menagarie. Blake tries to keep them out of her old unchanged room so Ruby doesn’t discover that Blake used to be a lot like her, feeling afraid of seeing a look of pity on Ruby’s face

“And this is my parent’s place,” Blake said with a smile as she walked to her parent’s home in the middle of Kuo Kuana. It was different to come back here with her friends after being away for so long and finally making amends with her parents, but it was a promise she made to her folks that she’d let them meet the people who helped her realize what was truly important. And truthfully, she did want her friends to meet her parents too. “Please behave.” 

Weiss nearly scoffed at that. “We know how to behave.” 

“I know, but… I… I havent seen my parents in a few years and I’m worried about messing things up.” 

“You dont have anything to worry about,” Yang said as she put her arm around Blake. “I promise, we’ll all be on our best behavior while you show us around and we meet your parents.” 

Blake smiled a bit as she relaxed, looking over her teammates before knocking on the door. Her heart pounded in her chest as she waited for the heavy door to open, wanting to make sure she was invited in before walking in with her friends. She let out the breath she held as the door opened, nearly freezing as she felt her mother pull her into a hug. 

Kali smiled as she squeezed Blake tightly. “Ten years is a long time, dont you think?” 

“I didnt think I would be welcomed back.” Blake pulled herself away from her mother and relaxed a bit, motioning to her friends. “And these are my teammates: Ruby, Yang, and Weiss.” 

Kali smiled as she looked at each of them. “Its nice to meet you all. Now, why dont we go inside and have some tea?” 

Blake nodded and motioned her team to follow her and her mother inside, still nervous about being home again, though everything about her old home was still familiar to her even after all these years. The kitchen to the left, living quarters to the right, and straight ahead were her father’s office and the main room of the house. Even the hired servants that helped around the house were still familiar to her. 

“This place is a bit bigger than I thought it’d be,” Ruby said quietly as she slowed her pace, looking around. “And a lot… fancier.” 

“Why dont you show your friends around?” Kali said as she turned to go to the kitchen. “I’ll make sure there’s enough tea for everyone while we wait for your father to get back from his meeting.” 

“Sure.” Blake hugged her mother before relaxing and smiling at her teammates. “I’m sure I remember enough here to give a bit of a tour.” 

“Maybe we could start with the library,” Weiss suggested. “I’d love to learn a bit more about the culture here.” 

Yang nodded. “And maybe we could see your old room. Learn a bit more about what a younger you was like.” 

Blake froze for a moment at the thought of visiting her old room, still unchanged over the years of her absence. The White Fang flags over the years as the group went from peaceful protestors to terrorist organization, all of her old hate for humans and the way they treated her people, everything about the person she used to be that she tried to move past, still on the walls of her old room. “L-lets start with the library and then I can show you the courtyard. My mom has a wonderful garden that we can relax in for a little while.” 

“That sounds like a great time,” Ruby said with a smile. “It was a long trip and a bit of rest will do us some good.” 

“Well, you have a point,” Weiss agreed. 

“Great!” Blake smiled a bit and started to bring her team to the library, eyeing the hallway to her room for a moment as they walked past, still dreading bringing any of them, especially Ruby, around to it. The last thing she wanted was to see the look of pity that her teammate, her leader, the woman she looked up to and loved, would give her for how she used to be. Sure, it wasnt a secret about how she’d been before, but it was different to see it plastered on the walls. Still, she had time to remove all of that later, for now, she wanted to spend time with her team and family. She relaxed as she entered the library, giving a smile to her team. “This is our library. Most of the books are still ones you can find in other kingdoms, like maps and fairytales, books on grimm, and other stories, but we do have some faunus legends and other records of Menagerie that most people never had.” 

Weiss smiled and made her way to the nearest bookshelf, pulling a few books off the shelf to read. “I’ll be here for a bit if you guys want to go to the courtyard.” 

“I’m sure Mrs. Belladonna will grab us when tea’s ready,” Yang said as she pulled a book off the shelf. “So I’ll stay here with Weiss.” 

Blake nodded and looked at Ruby. “Then, would you like to join me?” 

“Of course,” Ruby replied. 

Blake smiled and took Ruby’s hand to take her to the courtyard, making her way slowly to the outside with a small blush across her cheeks. Being alone with Ruby had come a little sooner than expected, it was a plan of hers once they had been able to rest, but she wasnt going to complain about this sudden stroke of luck either. Afterall, Yang had mentioned it was fine to date her and Ruby at the same time, so it wasnt like she was going to be alone in trying to plan all of this out. As the fresh air hit her face, she relaxed a bit and pulled Ruby to a bench. A breath of fresh air was just what she needed to calm her nerves. 

“This is the courtyard,” Blake said as she sat down. “Its changed a lot since I was here last, but mom started to get into gardening once we were able to settle down here once dad was elected chieftain.” 

“It looks beautiful.” 

Blake smiled as she watched Ruby make her way around the flowers, seeing the smile on her face. A smile that, while it wasnt rare, never did cease to surprise her with how childlike she could be. Almost as if her inner child seemed to call the shots any time she came around anything she enjoyed. 

“I was told I would find you two here,” Kali said as she entered the courtyard carrying a tray of cups and a hot tea kettle. “Where’s the rest of your friends?” 

“In the library, “ Blake answered. “They wanted to take a look through a few of your books.” 

“I’ll go grab them and let them know their things are in your room.” 

Blake paused for a moment. “My room?” 

Kali nodded and stopped at the doorway. “Your father neglected to mention that you four didnt have a place to stay while here, so we didnt have any of the guest rooms set up. So, we had your bags moved to your room until they were ready.” 

“O-oh, dont worry, I’ll make sure everyone's things get to the guest rooms!” Blake took a quick glance at Ruby, making sure she was occupied before rushing off to her room to grab her team’s packs. Of everything she had wanted to avoid, her team's things ending up in her room was certainly the least of her luck. 

Blake opened the door to her room, relaxing when she saw her team’s things still there without the others having been told. All she had to do was take the bags to the guest rooms- 

“I didnt expect for this to be what your room looked like.” 

Blake’s ears flattened as she heard Ruby’s voice at the doorway of her room, a bit too late to try to keep her out. She watched as Ruby made her way to one of the White Fang flags on the wall, one of the old designs that had been sliced through with a knife. Though, the look of pity she was afraid of didnt come, instead, it was almost as if she was studying it. “I… I didnt want any of you to see this.” 

“Why not?” Ruby asked as she walked around the room. “We know this isnt who you are anymore, so why try to hide it?” 

“Its one thing to tell you about my past, but its another to actually show it.” Blake sighed and made her way over to Ruby, staring at the hate on the wall. Unsent letters of how much she hated humans littered a small section of the wall, a bitter reminder of when she was younger and in a much worse place thanks to Adam. “Its a piece of me I’m still ashamed to admit to.” 

Ruby nodded and gently felt the flag above the letters, following the cuts in the fabric. “You shouldnt be. This may have been you at one time, but the rest of us know that this isnt who you are now and wont be who you’ll become in the future. Your past is just a reminder of how cruel the world can be. And while its not a fairytale, we’ve taken strides to make the world a better place. As huntresses, we help those who cant help themselves, and even though we cant fix everything, the little kindness we can do ripples out towards others and makes the changes the world needs.” 

Blake smiled a bit at Ruby’s words, gently putting her hand over hers and moving it away from the flag to take it down. She held the fabric in her hands, staring at the slashes she had made when she was younger. “And maybe one day I can help bring the White Fang back down a path that’ll actually work.” 

“And you’ll have the rest of us to back you up.” 

Blake nodded and folded up the flag. “Lets get our things into the guest room, and then, do you think you can help me pack away some of this?” 

Ruby grabbed her pack along with Yang’s. “Are you sure?” 

Blake nodded and put the torn flag into a small chest under her bed. “I dont want to get rid of it, but I dont want to keep this up either. If I’m going to be here for a while, I want it to be a room I can stay in.” 

Ruby smiled. “Then I’ll be glad to help you.”

#rwby #ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #kali belladonna #drabbles

[juanarc-thethird]

How does Ghira and Kali react to hearing about Blake winning a pageant? And then how would they react if they found out she only did that to sleep with Jaune?

For the people that don't remember the first post, here it is Part 1

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*Incoming video call sound*

Blake: Hello?

Kali: *Happy* Hi sweetie!

Ghira: *Happy* How have you been, Blake?

Blake: I'm fine. I don't want to sound rude but why are you guys calling me?

Ghira: Your mother and I stumbled upon a nice surprise this morning.

Blake: A surprise?

Ghira: You see, when we went to the park to walk and we found a kiosk where they sold-

Kali: *Showing a newspaper on the screen* You won Miss Argus!!!!

Blake: How did you guys find out about that?!

Ghira: That's what I was going for. At the kiosk we saw your photo on the front page of the newspaper and we bought it. But I must say, I didn't know you were into beauty pageants.

Kali: Of course she is interested, she is my daughter after all.

Blake: Actually, I'm not interested.

Ghira: You are not?

Kali: But I saw the replay on the internet. You looked so happy and you moved like a professional. As if it wasn't your first time doing this! How can you move like that without being interested in it?!!!

Blake: Simple, I did it to get fucked.

Ghira: Excuse me?!!

Kali: Huh?!!!

Blake: Sorry but I have to come out clean. I mean, just look at him! *Pan to Jaune who is training outside in a sleeveless shirt and holding his sword* Isn't he beefy?!

Ghira: *Upset* Blake! I remind you that you are talking to your parents. Kali, say something.

Kali: Yes, he looks very beefy.

Ghira: Kali!

Kali: Relax, Blake is at that age.

Ghira: She is an adult, she must behave like one.

Kali: Oh, you didn't tell me that when I snuck into your room after I turned 18 so we could f-

Ghira: *Blushing* *Ahem* That's different.

Blake: How?

Ghira: It was different time back then, ok! Besides, that's not the point I'm trying to make, what I mean is that a woman like you should act more appropriately.

Blake: *smiling* Dad, I'll tell you this with all the love and respect I have for you…. *Serious* I will not stop fucking him.

Ghira: What?!

Kali: Oh my~

Blake: Do you know how many girls have thrown themselves at him every time we go to a new city? Too many! Luckily he has rejected them all, but what will happen when he no longer does? What will happen if another girl is the person who dominates him? I can't let that happen.

Ghira: But there are other ways to do it. Can you just talk to him or maybe go out on a date? Those ideas sound better than just fucking him the first chance you get.

Blake: Didn't you see his body?! I have to fuck him!

Ghira: But-!

Kali: Ghira, I think I understand how our daughter feels. First of all she is not living the life of a normal girl. She is trying to save the world. You and I know that this is dangerous, and at any moment she could lose her life in the process. If you and I were in the same situation, I would do anything to be able to spend every second with you. Your daughter is doing that. She is taking action when she can, because tomorrow may be her last day with him. You understand it, don't you?

Ghira: *sighs* I guess... Just keep it PG when you talk to us. I don't want to know about my daughter's sex life.

Blake: Oh thank you so much! You don't know how much it means to me to have your support. Now, if you'll excuse me, Jaune went off to take a shower by himself. So… bye! *Hangs up*

Ghira: Good God, what are we going to do with that girl?

Kali: We can only hope for the best…. and maybe some grandbabies.

#jaune #rwby jaune #jaune arc #rwby jaune arc #blake #blake belladonna #rwby blake #rwby blake belladonna #rwby #rwby ghira belladonna #ghira belladonna #rwby ghira #ghira #kali belladonna #rwby kali belladonna #kali #rwby kali #jaune x blake #rwby jaune x blake #jaune arc x blake belladonna #rwby jaune arc x blake belladonna #knightshade #rwby knightshade

[technicallyblakebelladonna]

hiiiii ask for you infodump about rwby volume 10 and what you want to happen

HI THERE FRIEND!!!! thank you for the ask <3

i want u to know that i specifically went to my spotify to put on my "amitola" playlist before going to answer this ask, so that should tell you where my head is at

of course for rwby v10 i want what the majority of other people want, for the bees to be shown in their relationship and for others to react to it in ways that really allow us as the audience to BASK in the fact that the bees are in an established relationship and are HAPPY. cause like, just thinking abt catradora and korrasami, well we get to see them get to that kiss and get their happy ever after, but in the show that's where it ENDS (i know with LoK they had the comics that let korrasami go past that point but i digress) like of course i could say all that and i WOULD say all of that

but

YOU CAME INTO *MY* ASK BOX. so you know exactly what im gonna infodump about. you know WHO im gonna infodump about

ilia. fucking. amitola.

we saw her last in all her collarbone-apparently-redacted glory in v8 along with a couple of other tertiary characters during ruby's speech montage. she had a fairly long focus shot (imo, for a side character) that showed her getting a call from ghira. so we KNOW that those three are going to be together-- and by the logic of ghira and kali being blake's fucking parents!! we can assume that they're going to all end up heeding the call and gathering where everyone else is. so that means that we can also assume that they'll all be there for the reunion in vacuo.

(no seriously where did they go???? i havent been able to unsee it)

ANYWAY.

so i want to see that reunion. i want to see blake fling herself into her parents arms and for ilia to kinda hang back bc she's like, still doesn't quite know what to do with herself-- and doesn't QUITE know how to relate to blake anymore. they left on good terms, but they haven't had much time to really rebuild their relationship by any means, so ilia's just standing there, heart tearing in half a little because there she is. she didn't die. ilia had mourned for her, had gone through that grief alongside blake's parents and now? now there. she's standing right there. and suddenly it's just so overwhelming that she starts turning a deep blue, right from her roots, her irises turning a deep icicle blue, sharp and unforgiving like the presumed loss she had to go through all that time ago.

and blake? she sees it. out of the corner of her eye, above the shoulder of her mom while in their embrace, she sees ilia shaking like a leaf. and she goes to her after another quick murmured reassurance to her parents. and she just opens her arms to ilia. and ilia flings herself into blake's arms and breathes her in because gods. she is real. she starts whispering "you're here. you're alive. i lost you all over again and now you're here."

and that's what i hope from canon, but am i going to stop there? no because hello. ilia fucking amitola.

the CATMELEON SHIPPER IN ME wants blake to reply with something cheesy, with something utterly heartbreakingly beautiful, something like "you could never lose me. i've always been in your heart, and you've always been in mine. and that's not going anywhere."

THEY HAVE A SPECIAL BOND OKAY CANON WILL NOT TAKE THAT FROM ME FOR FUCKS SAKE.

what i want CANON to do is to have ilia and yang finally fucking meet and talk. for ilia to give the "hurt her, no one will hear from you ever again" talk.

as @averagemrfox said in their tags

like OH MY GOD give me THIS. holy shit this is genius. maybe yang spots ilia looking restless and tense after an overwhelmingly emotional day after blake "comes back from the dead" and sees her sitting at the outskirts of the city/their camp or wherever. and so she just like. says hey. you know the best way i find to burn off extra energy? and ilia agrees to a hand-to-hand no weapons (and yang promises not to use her arm gun at all) and it feels GOOD to get the energy out. so they could have a good conversation that way and establish like, that ilia sees how good yang is for blake and how happy she is and ends with the whole, catch her off guard kinda blow and tells yang that if she hurts blake again, she'll obliterate her from the face of remnant.

what RAY WANTS BC OF THE EMBER RAINBOW SHIPPER is for ilia to get the upper hand and successfully pin her down and we have a delicious moment of sexual tension where ilia's got yang's hands above her head and her weight on her hips and she just catches the way yang's eyes sparkle in the dying sunlight of the golden hour and she just can't help herself, can't stop herself from saying "so that's why." and for yang to be just as pleasantly thrown off guard - "what's why?" and at this point ilia's freckles are flaring pink, her irises following suit and - "that's why blake fell in love with you"

like ON GOD GIMMIE. YOU CAN'T TELL ME THAT ILIA WOULDN'T SEE YANG AND EITHER 1) IMMEDIATELY GET JEALOUS OR 2) IMMEDIATELY AND UTTERLY FALL IN LOVE WITH HER TOO (or both? both is good)

shipping aside, i need ilia to STOP BEING FORGOTTEN ABOUT GODDAMNIT. this is just a general complaint of the fandom in general from my pov. like i dont REALLY see posts cross my dash, the ones that talk about rwby in general or rwby v10 specifically, it's like. ARE WE NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT ILIA FOR A SECOND??? like y'all wanna see everyone react to the bees being in a relationship and YOU FUCKING FORGET ILIA?!?!?! THE LITERAL FIRST ON SCREEN CANONICALLY CONFIRMED LESBIAN??? AND NOT ONLY THE FIRST ON SCREEN CANONICALLY CONFIRMED LESBIAN, BUT HER LESBIANISM WAS CANONIZED BY HAVING HER LITERALLY CONFESS TO BLAKE'S FUCKING FACE THAT SHE WAS IN LOVE WITH HER!!!!! I MEAN WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!! IT'S RIGHT THERE!!! WHY ARE WE SLEEPING ON ILIA AMITOLA?!?!?!!?

anyway. i had to get that out of my system apparently LMAO

so where else do i want to go with this??? i mean there's so much i could say, how i want rainbow bees to actually happen bc im greedy but i love the story they told with the bees already so i don't see that happening in all seriousness (and shoehorning ilia into the bees relationship feels like a disservice to the growth the bees went through together so i GET that but i just think it would be NEAT. blake has two hands, yadda yadda and all that)

i could talk about how i want canon to reveal that ilia was actually blake's first kiss because that would be so much better than the implied fact that adam canonically was, and that just makes my skin crawl, so to have it be ilia would be DELIGHTFUL to say the least.

i could talk about how i want ilia and weiss to be an endgame couple, if nothing else for the fact that a) it would be great for weiss' growth arc, ending up with a faunus -- but not only JUST any faunus, to have one that was SO detrimentally impacted by her father's dust empire, and to heal that hurt together and have those journeys weave together in the end. and b) i just want to be greedy again and tie ilia to a main character bc it will mean we will get to see her more than just for a few minutes every so often.

i COULD also talk about how there's a great idea to have emerald and ilia end up together because, similar villian redemption arcs, opposing colour scheme, similar unrequited love type situations. it's just RIFE for a great set up and that would be great.

i COULD talk about so many things related to ilia fucking amitola and rwby v10 but i think i've definitely said quite a lot of things already, so i'll just cut it off here skghsdfkghdfg thank u for ur time and attention if u have made it this far and have enjoyed or even just slightly made sense of my ramblings

*gets off amitola soapbox*

#rwby #rwby v10 #ilia amitola #catmeleon #ember rainbow #ray replies #followbeaujes #beaujes #thank u for letting me go off skghskgh #im not sure you were expecting this though so SDKHSGKDH

[littlelewdmable]

Jaune's Many Threesomes 4: Ruby and Kali SCRAPPED DRAFT

Note: This is the unfinished first daft for JMT chapter 4. Which I'm releasing because I feel like it. It really only gets to the Kali part though.

Growing up mostly without a mother meant that there were just some things that Ruby had to figure out on her own.

Not that Yang didn't help as much as she could and her dad and Uncle Qrow were mostly there to help her with the huntress stuff. But there were just some things Ruby didn't want to talk with them about.

Like dating and boys.

And no, it wasn't because everyone in her family was about as overprotective of her as they could be without wrapping her in bubble wrap. Though the though of them going after the boy she liked wasn't exactly a pleasant one.

It was mostly because, well, none of them were good at dating. At least not in the long term. Ruby didn't even know if Uncle Qrow had ever actually been in a relationship that wasn't for one night. The whole Blake thing proved that Yang was just about as useless at dating as Ruby was. And her dad... well, it wasn't exactly his fault, but you can't say he has a good record.

So Ruby was going to need to go somewhere else if she wanted to get some good advice when it came to dating, and as luck would have it, both RWBY and JNPR took a little trip to Menagerie.

While they've only been there for a few days, Blake's parents were super nice. And they've apparently been married for years. So if here was anyone to ask how to ask a boy out, Ruby thought they would be a good choice. Or at least the best choice she had.

"So you want to know the ins and outs of dating?" Kali said, sitting next to Ruby on her guest bed. "Then I'll do my best to help you with the basics of seduction."

"Seduction?" Ruby said, tilting her head a bit to the side. "What do you mean, seduction?"

"Well, seduction is about making a guy, or girl, want you."

"Want me? You mean like with Yang showing off her boobs all the time, because umm." Ruby said, looking down at her more modest chest. "I don't think that's going to work for me."

"Well, that's one way to do it, but you don't have to be seductive in the same way Yang is. It's kind of like fighting, you have to figure out what works for you specifically." Kali said, and that did make a lot of sense, but Ruby didn't really think she had any really 'sexy' features. "But I think giving you a little demonstration might help you get an idea for the basics."

"A demonstration?" Ruby said, as Kali stood up, moving a chair a little bit in front of where Ruby was sitting and nodded. "Well, if you think it will help." Ruby didn't mind if she wanted to get Ghira to help, he seemed nice and like he wouldn't judge her at least. That's who Ruby guessed that Kali was getting as she poked her head out into the hallway anyway.

"Oh Jaune!" Kali said in a sing song tone. And that was the exact person that Ruby wanted Kali to bring in the least! She'd even take Yang over Jaune. "Could you come in here a moment and help me with something?" Kali continued before Ruby was able to protest.

"Sure," Jaune said, as he entered the room. "What do you need help with?" Jaune said, before Kali pulled him through the room and sat him down in the chair. Before Ruby could decided if she should run out of the room or not, Kali sat down on his lap. Stopping Ruby's thoughts in their tracks and starting a little blood flow for Jaune.

"Now Ruby, the first thing you need to learn about seduction, is to lean into you strengths." Kali said, as she began grinding the original bellabooty, which was as soft as it was large, into Jaune's already stiffening cock. "And while you may not have large boobs like your sister, you do have a pretty nice ass." And that was not something Ruby expected to hear today.

"Mrs. Belladonna." Jaune attempted to protest. Though he had to admit that he didn't exactly want her to stop, he didn't want to do anything sexual with a married woman, and definitely not in front of Ruby. "Is this the best way to help Ruby with... whatever you're trying to help her with?"

"Oh, certainly. I find that a good in person demonstration is the best way to learn how to get your man." Kali said, leaning back she whispered into Jaune's ear. "And don't worry. Ghira knows all about what I'm about to do to you." Kali giggled before turning her attention back to Ruby.

"So, if you want to use your ass to your advantage, you'll have to show it off a bit more. Maybe wear shorter skirts of tight athletic shorts." Kali continued to grind her magnificent ass into Jaune's groin. His cock now as hard as a rock and threatening to rip through his pajama pants. "You can also use your innocent looks to your advantage. Maybe sit in your crush's lap and grind him like I'm doing with Jaune here."

Telling Ruby to grind on her crush while grinding on Ruby's crush. How ironic.

Before Ruby could respond, her face now sporting an atomic blush, Kali bend over. Giving Jaune a nice look at the ass that was teasing him so mercilessly, Kali wearing a much shorter and revealing dress than she normally did. Which Jaune was beginning to suspect she wore just to tease him, but he didn't expect for her to hike up her dress. Revealing her nearly bare ass as she wore a tiny black thong.

Bending over further, she slipped the thong down her legs. Giving Jaune a clear view of her wet pussy. Apparently she was enjoying the grinding as much as he was. Ruby sat silently, watching as Kali sat back down on Jaune's lap. Grinding away again.

"But if you start something." Kali said, grabbing the hem of Jaune's pants and pulling them down. Sandwiching Jaune's cock between her Kali's ass cheeks. Before she pulled herself up, using her hand to align Jaune's cock to her entrance. "You have to be willing to follow through." Jaune gasped as Kali slammed herself down onto him. Taking his entire cock in one swift motion as she softly moaned.

"My my, Jaune. You're bigger than I thought you would be." And she was a whole lot sluttier than he thought she would be. But he would be lying if he didn't say he pussy didn't feel amazing, and even more so as she began to raise herself off his lap before slamming back down. Her ass jiggling with a loud slap every time she came down.

Jaune didn't exactly know what he was supposed to do. Part of him wanted to grab that amazing ass, but he didn't know how Kali would react, and he didn't exactly want her to stop.

Ruby didn't know what to do at all as she sat watching Kali ride her best friend. What she would have done a few months ago, maybe even a few days ago, was run out of the room and try to pretend this never happened, but now? She slipped a hand up her skirt as she watched Jaune's big cock be enveloped over and over again by Kali's hungry pussy.

Kali was just enjoying herself. Wishing Jaune would just grab her ass already, or better yet pinning her down and fucking her silly while Ruby watched, but riding his fat cock was wonderful. Of course, he wasn't as big as Ghira, but she had a soft spot for blonds.

And he was lasting a good bit longer than Sun did his first time with Kali.

But Jaune wasn't going to last much longer at his rate with Kali's pussy tightening around his cock like a vise grip. While it went against everything his mother had ever told him about sex, he didn't want to get Kali pregnant. He needed to pull out.

Ruby watched as Kali slammed herself down one last time. Ruby having moved her panties out of the way, she started fingering herself as she watched Kali bounce on a cock that should be hers

That she needed to claim.

Kali leaned back, whispering into Jaune's ear again as she rolled her hips. "I can feel how close you are. How much you cock is throbbing." Kali purred. "I want you cum. Do it, fill me."

And with that whatever was left of Jaune's sensible self was gone in that moment. Now the only think he wanted to do was fuck this horny cat lady until she was a quivering mess.

Ruby watched as Jaune wrapped her arms around Kali and began thrusting hard into her pussy. Ruby's fingers moving faster to match his pace as the two girls moaned and Jaune grunted. The loud slaps of Jaune's cock slamming into Kali mixing with their moans to create a wonderful song.

Kali screamed and dug her claws into the wooden chair as Jaune grunted and started to fill her needy pussy with one then two then three then four thick shots of cum sending her over the edge as she tried to squeeze every bit of semen out of him.

Ruby's back arched as she came, watching a thick stream of cum leak from Kali's pussy. That cum should've been filling her pussy.

All three sat and laid still, panting, for a long moment as the high of their orgasms faded. Kali was the first to move, pulling herself off of Jaune's now softening cock on shaky legs. Walking over before laying down next to Ruby on her bed. "And that's how you seduce a stud." Kali said, sounding more than a little tired. "Try it out if you want to."

Want to? Ruby needed it. She needed Jaune, she needed his cock. So, on nearly equally shaky legs to Kali, walked over to Jaune. Who was still somewhat in a daze as Ruby approached. Basically throwing off her clothing until she was completely naked. "Ruby?" He said, as she crawled onto his lap. His cock twitching as she looked him in the eyes.

"I want you." Ruby said, her voice more full of want and lust than Jaune ever thought it could be. As she grinded her wet pussy against the bottom of his once again hardening cock. "I want you in me. Now. Tomorrow. Forever."

"Forever?" Jaune said, did that mean she wanted to date him? Marry him even? Her certainly seemed to want to have sex with him, and if his now fully erect cock were any indication, he wanted to with her. But he didn't want her to do anything she wasn't 100% ready for. "Are you sure, Ruby?"

And he received his answer as Ruby leaned forward and kissed him. A soft and sweet kiss than really didn't match with the fact that she was currently grinding against him.

#rwby #rwby smut #jaune arc #ruby rose #kali belladonna #cougar knight #remnant's many ot3s

[thegayhimbo]

Stranger Things SIX Review

Warning: The following review contains MAJOR SPOILERS from Stranger Things Six, as well as Stranger Things Season 4.

Out of all the tie-in comics, this is the one that caught my attention just by the cover and premise. When it comes to Stranger Things, I’ve always been invested in its mythology (i.e. the Upside Down, the monsters, the secret lab, the kids with special abilities, etc). So a comic like this, which centers around Hawkins Lab and Dr. Brenner (who’s one of my favorite villains from the show) was something I was looking forward to.

And the results have been..............mixed.

The story focuses on a girl named Francine/Six who came from an abusive home where she was exploited by her parents for her gift of seeing into the future. One day, she meets a boy named Ricky (AKA Number 3) whom she ends up developing a friendship with. After finding out about Francine's situation and how her dad beats her, Ricky introduces her to Dr. Brenner, who encourages both Ricky and Francine to come to Hawkins Lab under the guise that their gifts could help countless people if they were given an environment to develop their powers. However, during their time at the Lab, they realize Brenner and the people working under him don’t have their best interests in mind, and are attempting to weaponize them and the other kids. Meanwhile, Six/Francine begins having visions of a monster (AKA the Demogorgon) from the Upside Down. While she doesn’t understand what the monster is, she fears it’s part of a dark future for her, which only motivates her desire to break out of the lab before it’s too late.

Observations:

As far as comics go, it’s adequate. The artwork is decent, and the plot moves at a brisk pace. It should be a fast read for most people.

The characters aren’t as fleshed-out as they could be, but it’s still cool to see other psychokinetic kids get expanded upon besides El, Kali, and Henry/One/Vecna. Ricky/Three is the boyfriend of Francine/Six and has the ability to emotionally manipulate others into doing what he wants them to do. Jamie/Nine is gifted in pyrokinesis/heat generation. Jamie also has a twin sister named Marcy, who isn’t gifted but was brought to the lab since she and Jamie are orphans and as another way for Brenner to keep control over Jamie.

Francine/Six’s visions about the Demogorgon turn out to be a red herring. She never physically encounters the monster, nor does she ever discover the mystery behind it or the Upside Down. It’s mostly there to serve as a call-back to the show, and as one more motivator for Six to escape the lab.

There’s an implication that Six’s powers, as well as the powers of other psychokinetic kids, may be connected to the Upside Down. This is something that’s also explored in the novel Stranger Things Suspicious Minds where Alice Johnson (one of Terry Ives’s friends) was being experimented on at Hawkins Lab and began having similar visions of the Upside Down and the Demogorgon. I’ve had a theory for a while that the Upside Down is somehow linked to the powers that individuals like El, Kali, and Henry/One/Vecna harness. I especially think it could be true in Henry’s case when he moved into the Creel House with his family and began developing his abilities. I don’t know if there was some sort of crack between the Creel House and the Upside Down (not big enough that anything like a Demogorgon could get through, but small enough that a malicious presence on the other side could have influence a young Henry) but I believe something happened that activated Henry when he was near the clock, which allowed him to start using his powers.

I also find it convenient how El later banished Henry/One/Vecna to the Upside Down of all places once she tapped into her full strength.

I don’t know whether or not the Upside Down is directly responsible for these kids having gifts, but I believe there's a link between them. I wonder if season 5 will expand on this, or if it’s just a theory that won’t come to fruition.

The comic itself takes place in 1978, about a year before Vecna’s massacre. It's mentioned in an interview by the Duffer Brothers that when they first began writing the show, they already had the idea that all of the kids with special abilities (with the exceptions of El and Kali) were dead prior to the start of season 1:

MATT DUFFER: We always knew that the other kids with the exception of Eight were dead. We always wanted to explore that and exactly what happened. It became a challenge because we knew we wanted to tell that story but it’s basically an origin flashback story. How do you keep that feeling relevant to what’s happening in the season, so when you cut to it, you feel like there’s some sort of forward progression and a connection? We knew it was going to connect ultimately to One.

There was also this tidbit regarding the comics and Henry/One/Vecna:

ROSS DUFFER: It’s funny, because there are various comic books and side merchandise and whenever they come to us with those ideas, we would say, you can take any number but you cannot take One. One is ours. So, that’s been ongoing for the seven years we’ve been working on it, that just don’t do anything with One. We’ve been protecting that [revelation]. It is a relief to finally get him out into the world.

Based on this, I assume the Duffer Brothers told Jody Houser and Dark Horse Comics that if they were going to do a story focusing on the psychokinetic kids at the lab, it had to be set before 1979.

This remark from Jamie/Nine caught my attention when I was reading:

The implication I took from her "babies" comment is there were different generations of gifted people at the lab........which makes sense. It's been mentioned Brenner founded the MK Ultra program in 1953. Henry Creel would later fall into Dr. Brenner's care in 1959, Terry Ives and her friends wouldn't be experimented on until 1969, and El wouldn't be born until a year or two later. I'm assuming there were separate age groups in the 25+ years since MK Ultra was started, and that the "babies" Jamie/Nine was referring to were a group of special kids younger than them.

On top of that, the comic presents the idea that not all of the kids at the lab were kidnapped the same way El and Kali were. Ricky was initially a willing participant in the program, Francine was persuaded by Dr. Brenner to join them, and both Jamie and Marcy were taken in after a fire destroyed their home and killed their parents.

Brenner also claims that the United States isn’t the only country developing programs like the one at Hawkins Lab:

I'm assuming Brenner was thinking about the Russians when he said this, and (incorrectly) believed they also had kids with dangerous powers who were being weaponized against the U.S. It adds another layer to his motivations for pushing the kids at Hawkins Lab beyond their limits.

There is a major continuity error that bugs me: At the end of the comic, Francine, Ricky, and Marcy attempt to escape the lab. The reason they're able to is because Terry Ives (El's mom) breaks into the lab on the same day to rescue El:

The problem is that people who’ve worked on the show, such as makeup artist Amy L. Forsythe, have confirmed that Terry's failed attempt to rescue El took place in 1974. This is also supported by the twin actresses who played El in the season 2 flashback being about 3-4 years old when they filmed that scene (which canonically lines up with how old El should have been during that year). I can't tell if this was a screw up from the comic book writers, or if it's a retcon that came from the show. Regardless, it’s still a glaring plot-hole.

There’s also the fact that in season 4, all the kids (with the exception of Kali/Eight) are accounted for. Numbers 3, 6, and 9 are different from the ones presented in the comic. This is Six from Season 4:

And these are what the other test subjects on the show look like:

So unless Brenner somehow replaced Ricky, Francine, and Jamie with other kids who would take the positions of Numbers 3, 6, and 9 within a year before Vecna’s massacre of the lab, the implication is the events in this comic (as well as its sequel Into the Fire) never happened.

And this brings me to my biggest problem with Stranger Things SIX: Because it’s likely not canon given the direction the show went in season 4 (as well as the continuity errors present in the comic itself), it makes it hard to get invested in the story. Characters like Ricky, Jamie, Marcy, and Francine aren’t going to play any important roles in the show, and it’s doubtful they’ll appear in season 5. It’s possible to view this story as some sort of existing legend surrounding the lab if you’re looking for a way to tie this comic into the overall franchise (similar to the folklore stories present in the novel Hawkins Horrors) but that’s about it.

I do think it’s important to view this comic more through the lens of what it tells us about the ideas the writers had surrounding Hawkins Lab, Dr. Brenner’s treatment of the kids at the lab (which is just as abusive in the comics as it is on the show), and whatever connection supposedly exists between the psychokinetic kids and the Upside Down. On top of that, the Duffer Brothers have stated they plan to give more insight into the MK Ultra program under Brenner in season 5:

DEADLINE: Did Dr. Martin Brenner not know that this kid killed his family and framed his father, or did this kid’s sociopathic potential offer Brenner an opportunity to really mold a weapon without a conscience?

MATT DUFFER: The second, really. He knew what this kid did and also what he was capable of when he was young. Brenner’s going, how can I mold this character, but not just into a weapon? That’s really how he sold it to the government, but for him as a scientist, it’s like, what other worlds can this kid show me about how our universe works? So, he’s really just that scientist who’s not really thinking about the consequences. He just keeps pushing, pushing, pushing, and he’s using the government’s money by saying hey we can fight the Soviets with this kid. It’s something we will get into in Season 5. What happened to that program once Henry became involved and how Brenner evolved it into including multiple kids. We’re going to go back and see some of that in Season 5.

I am definitely looking forward to that.

Overall, I’m glad I read this comic (though I wish I’d gotten it for a cheaper price), but it’s not my favorite.

#stranger things #stranger things six #stranger things comics #el hopper #vecna #henry creel #terry ives #martin brenner #kali prasad #the duffer brothers #number 1 #stranger things season 4 #francine/six #ricky/three #jamie/nine #demogorgons #the upside down #tgh opinions #tgh reviews #stranger things season 5

[r6-unifiedlands]

Just A Quick Mission

[Polaris "Ursa Minor" Harmonics & Aarre "Switchblade" Kärkkäinen]

Summary: Ursa Minor's first duet mission, but she's being paired with one of Nighthaven's wildcard agents.

A/N: ANOTHER FRIEND'S OC OH MY GOOOOOODDD I dragged @corvidcrows to my R6S brainrot hole

Polaris had a habit of prioritizing other people rather than herself. Kali said it’s a bad habit, but she didn’t have any plan to change it. It was the only thing that marked her parents’ influence on the remnants of this family. She treated her quirk as a family heirloom or some sort.

So when she got hired by Nighthaven to go on a single mission with one of their agents named Switch for the first time, let’s just say that she almost lost her mind.

It was normal at first. A quick sweep through a small abandoned building, weapons in hand. She tried her best not to breathe out loud; her gas mask would hiss loud enough to be detected by hostiles. Switch’s steps were quiet, yet his movements were trained like soldiers would.

So far, no hostiles…

“I’m bored.” The first actual voice came from the taller man as he turned his head towards her direction, mischief gleamed in his baby blue eyes. “Let’s blow up this building.”

“It’s not in our order, Switch.” She responded back.

“Aww, you’re no fun, Ursa.” He looked back to the front. “Are all EMTs like you? Not having fun as part of the training?”

Polaris sighed, her gloved hand fixing her mask’s position. “ It’s not like that—”

“Do you ever have fun, Ursa? All I see in you is all training and more training.”

She sped up her steps and purposefully bump her shoulder against his arm. “What do you think I am? Robot?”

“If you ask me, then yes.” Switch glanced at her; half of his face was covered in a mask, making it harder for her to read his emotion. “You move according to orders from the man upstairs, and it makes you boring. I don’t even think an impulsive thought of just destroying a wall ever passing through your head.”

“What’s that supposed to mean—”

Bullets suddenly flew near her and almost nicked her ear, and Polaris could feel her hand getting yanked by the taller agent to hide behind the nearest pillar. Her breath hitched. She could smell the burnt smell of metal and gunpowder.

Rapid fire from the distance. Must’ve been near the stairs.

She took a deep breath, gripped her firearms tightly, and squeezed her eyes shut. No matter how much she did this job, she felt like she couldn’t get used to the chaos of the battlefield.

“Finally, I was getting bored.” Polaris’ eyes widened, and she quickly tilted her head up to see Switch’s face. She swore she could hear a wide grin in his voice.

He casually trotted out of the pillar, his marksman rifle in hand.

“Watch and learn, medic.”

She watched as the other calmly aimed at his target while bullets went past him. And with several bangs from the agent’s rifle, the rain of bullets stopped completely, and the building went quiet once again.

It was quick—less than thirty seconds.

Lives were lost in under a minute.

[“Sometimes, to protect a life, you need to take another.”]

Right. No time to think about morality in this situation. They were in danger, and it’s technically a self-defence act.

“Ursa! C’mere!” The sound of the other agent snapped her from her deep thoughts. Switch had already left his previous position and was now examining the hostiles’ bodies. His bloody footsteps stained the grey floor, and his loud, cheery voice filled the concrete halls.

Polaris walked towards the taller other, her hands on her hips. “What’re you doing now?”

“No more hostiles in this building. All their radio devices are inactive.” The agent fumbled through a former hostile’s walkie-talkie and his mobile computer. “I think I can safely say that we finished our mission here. Although I’m kinda disappointed that they’re all untrained goons who can’t even aim properly.”

A sigh of relief escaped from her lips, producing a loud hiss from her mask. 

She didn’t need to shoot someone for now.

“Phew, finally…” It was like the feeling of cold water washing down her back in a good way. Her muscles loosened up, and tension left the SAR member. No unnecessary injuries nor casualties from their side.

Switch stood back up again, now turning back his head towards the shorter agent, a grin plastered on his face, his mask pulled down. “Then, can I blow up this place?”

Blinks. “You still want to?? How would you do that???”

“I have my way.”

Polaris felt like she would gain forbidden knowledge that she shouldn’t know if she asked him further, especially seeing his grin grow wider and the glimmers of excitement in his eyes behind the glasses.

In the end, it was just a quick mission, after all.

#r6s #r6s oc #operation northern skies #operation owl's daybreak

[bigbadripley]

I Wish you Roses - Prologue

Marc Spector/Steven Grant x Female!OC

Summary: Marc never expected to see his childhood friend Simone ever again. To Simone, Marc may as well have been dead. However, when Simone met Steven 15 years after Marc disappeared, she couldn't help but notice how familiar he was. 

18+!! | 1,417 Words | Third-person omniscient | Dark?fic/Angst/Eventual Smut | AU/AT | Warnings: OC with religious trauma, childhood trauma, sexual trauma. Mention of childhood sexual, physical, and emotional abuse, the effects of child abuse in adulthood, murder, suicide, alcohol use, drug mention, all the parents in this story are terrible, The only saving grace is Steven

A/N: The songs used for this fic may not have anything to do with the story besides my thoughts when I hear the chosen lyrics. That being said, the chapter titles won't always make sense. It's just an idea I had.

I update warnings with each chapter. Only proceed if you can handle the themes included in the warnings. I wrote this entirely as a trauma dump. 

Lastly, Marc/Steven being involved and the addition of a traumatized psychiatrist is in no way meant to romanticize, fetishize, or otherwise; mental illness or illnesses/trauma. 

Minors DNI, DL;DR, if I miss a warning, please let me know.

Chapter list

"Never thought I would be without you I wish you love, I wish you well I wish you roses while you can still smell 'em With pretty flowers can come the bee sting" -"I Wish you Roses" by Kali Uchis

 I'm not great at writing like you are or brave enough to tell you all of this to your face. I don't even know if I'll be able to give you this note, but I want to try. I think you're great, and you should also see that in yourself. I like your hair and how soft it always is, same with your skin. I like the clothes you wear even though you don't always like them, you always look good. You're super funny and smart as fuck, and you're really pretty. I can't stop thinking about how cool it would be to not have to cut through the woods to get to your house anymore. Maybe we could get a place after graduation? I know your mom only likes me sometimes, and this is probably really weird to read, but I'm okay with just being best friends if you don't like me like that. I don't want things to be weird, so we can still run away and play bingo in the old folks home when we're 70. No matter what, I love you Moni. 

-Count Spector

P.S. if you read this and you don't like it please don't yell at me.

 It was an ordinary Tuesday afternoon when they met. 

It likely wouldn't have happened if Steven hadn't insisted that he and Marc go see an actual therapist, and Marc finally broke, telling him to go on his own. 

Ever since the divorce was finalized, Marc had been acting this way. They both obviously had their issues, but Marc was convinced that Steven would likely be his only companion again from then on.

That was what drove Steven to try and seek professional guidance. How do two people living in a single body branch out and get to know other people? He took the first step by finding a psychiatrist in the area. 

Steven wasn't sure what to expect when he picked Dr. Dooley, a polite-looking gent who was likely 60 years old. He just knew one person with an open appointment slot had experience with their problems. 

He arrived 20 minutes early in hopes of getting their paperwork filled out and getting in sooner. Neither he nor Marc expected to walk into the waiting room and be stopped dead in their tracks. 

Directly behind the reception desk was a wooden door with a metal plaque that dawned "Dr. Simone Fredrick" on it, and to the side was a crystal clear glass window to the office. 

The blinds were drawn, and they spotted a woman in a yellow button-up top through that window. This woman had long dark hair, skin that took the same tone as a cup of London Fog, and the sweetest smile that fit perfectly to the lower half of her face. She was chatting with another man who was barely visible through the window but was clearly the doctor they came to see. 

She was the most incredible woman Steven had ever laid eyes on. It was terrifying for him.

Without further deliberation, Marc backed them out of the office and outside. "Steven, Holy shit!" He said.

"She was gorgeous, yeah?" Steven replied. Marc popped back in, feeling slightly panicky. 

"We can't go back in there."

Steven felt Marc's anxiety but couldn't pinpoint why he was suddenly feeling this way. "Why the bloody hell not? We have an appointment!"

"I know that woman, or I knew her, at least," Marc said. Steven took control, thinking he had never seen her before, and stepped over to look through the glass doors. 

There she was, still talking to Dr. Dooley. She turned her head in their direction, and he moved to the side of the building again before she could spot them.

"How do you know her?" Steven asked, trying to make sense of it.

"We were friends in school. She was probably the only friend I had. She's-"

"She's so attractive it's unreal. I gotta meet her." Steven insisted. Marc took back over without warning and began walking in the opposite direction of the office.

"Nope. Absolutely not. Odds are she'll recognize me, and it'll be weird." 

Just as quickly, Steven changed their direction. "She won't recognize me, though." He said. Marc wouldn't budge on the subject. Knowing Simone, she would clock him right away. He pivoted and began walking the other way again.

"Right, the guy who shares a whole fuckin' face with me. Genius! We're going home."

"Why are you the one chickening out?" Steven asked, stopping them where they were, realizing to passersby they must look nuts pacing back and forth.

"Because I know she's gonna take one good look at us and say 'Marc motherfucking Spector' and hit me! And she's got a ruthless right hook that I don't think either of us wanna be on the business end of." 

As he spoke, he started taking off further down the sidewalk. 

Under no circumstances are we coming back to this place. Moni looks happy, let's not fuck that up. Marc thought to himself. Steven had just about given in to Marc's insistence.

"Excuse me?" They heard a sweet, American voice speak up from behind them. They stopped and turned around slowly to find Simone, who had seen them looking through the door after all, waiting for them to respond. 

Steven got in the driver's seat, and Marc retreated back to his corner of their collective brain. 

"Oh, hi." Steven greeted. 

Simone couldn't quite place it: she had seen this man before. Somewhere, somehow. She was surprised that he had a local accent, seeing as she didn't know many locals, particularly ones this gorgeous. She figured there wasn't any harm in coming out and asking. 

"Do I know you? I saw you from inside, and I could've sworn-"

"I don't believe we've had the pleasure," Steven said, holding his hand out. "Steven Grant," He introduced himself as casually as he could muster. She was even more beautiful up close.

Though Simone found him charming, she indeed hadn't met him before. She stuck her hand out and shook,

"Simone Fredrick." She greeted. She found him quite handsome when he wasn't creeping through her office door. So much so that their handshake was dragging on a bit longer than average. 

The pair realized this at the same time and pulled their hands away. Simone gestured to the building they were standing by, realizing there was zero context to how she spotted him. "I work just inside there, by the way. I'm taking lunch now, but I can help if you were looking for someone through that door." She said, followed by a laugh. 

Steven found the humor in it, realizing they hadn't backed out soon enough and admiring how adorable she was about teasing him for it. "Just never been in that building before. Wanted to see what it was all about... psychiatry and all." He told her awkwardly. 

Simone sensed this was a lie, but Steven spoke up again before she could overthink it. "You got a business card?" He asked. 

There was silence between them for a second as Simone thought about it. Business card? Like, he wants my office number? Who am I, Patrick Bateman? 

"I don't, actually. But-" Simone stopped and dug through her bag for a moment, pulling out a pen and an old punch card to a bubble tea place nearby. She put the card on the brick wall and wrote out her office number before, in a feat of spontaneity, she also wrote her personal cell number. "The first one is the number to the office, with my direct extension. The other is my cell." She told him as the card changed hands. 

Steven looked at the card and smiled, noticing how professional her handwriting looked and how she crossed her sevens. "I'll be using these." He told her. He took a second to think if he should ask her to lunch right then and there but realized how quiet Marc was. 

Shit, he thought. I should get home and talk to him about this. 

"I should get going. It was nice meeting you, Simone." Steven said, backing up down the sidewalk. Simone flashed him a million-dollar grin and nodded,

"You, as well, Steven."

#moon knight #moon knight fan fic #moon knight fanfic #moon knight fan fiction #marvel #marvel fanfic #marvel mcu #fan fiction #fan fic #mcu fanfiction #marc spector #steven grant #mcu #mcu fic #iwishyouroses #female oc #eventual smut #darkfic #angst #trauma #minors dni

[ael-dragon-vry-sorcha]

How I see Mikhail

(all headcanons of course but that's absolutely how i imagine him for real in Stranger Things -without the Boris parallels-)

_____ name: Mikhail Dmitrievich Antonov age: 16 yo — 26 September 1969 description: dark ash blonde hair - crystal blue eyes - tall for his age (1m82 - 5ft12) descriptive color: Pine Green #234F1E and Juniper Green #3A5311 powers: he can find people (like El) / telekinesis / mind control (but not like Kali) likes: learning - americans movies - reading sci-fi books - his father dislikes: lies - people treating him like a child sexuality: bi - demisexual _____

What i headcanon his life until he meets the party:

+ at birth his parents gave him to adoption and after a medical check scientist came in to brought him to a lab for "science" purpose - his parents were really poor

+ they gave him the number 7 for name (already having six other child with them)

+ the scientist asks Dmitri Antonov to adopt "Seven" so he can be under supervision until the right age by a military prison guard (since the lab is surely not far away from the prison) and also con be watched safely by the scientists - Dmitri names him Mikhail

+ at age 5 they tattoo his number on his right wrist, has his hair buzzed and they starts the reals experiments on him

+ between age 5 and 9 the scientists focus on his powers

+ at age 9 he's brought to a higher hierarchy so he could help find Americans spies - that's during one of a spying session that he cross road with a confused Eleven - he warn her, being more attuned with what is going on in Russia thanks to Dmitri who tells him everything without filter - the scientists starts to teaches Mikhail various self-defence courses, close combat and also shooting courses as well as working more on his powers

+ at age 11 he's sent to live with Dmitri and learn the "real world" with his father figure - Dmitri continue to train Mikhail at combat and shooting, he also send him to school to educate him as much as he can and Mikhail comes back with the best results of all the school - Mikhail taught himself how to speak english, french and chinese, dance and also play the piano - he's really curious and love learning more things all the time - he loves Americans movie but never told Dmitri about it (he's also a nerd but don't likes to show it)

+ at age 13 the military wants to recruit Mikhail (they need him and his powers) - he's the youngest in their ranks

+ at age 15 he's already a ranking officer and he's sent to Hawkins for some risky undercover mission into a large mall in the town / he blends perfectly in the crowds of kids and teens in the mall -and he could swear he saw a really familiar girl among all the people but couldn't think about it too much before shits went down- - Mikhail can't see Dmitri as often as before and can't even contact him - after the failed mission he comes back to Russia and to his dad- but Dmitri is suddenly more busy at the prison than ever

+ at age 16 Mikhail heard from a low officer that Dmitri is a traitor and he's going to be killed - he do whatever he can to find his dad before he dies but when he arrives at the prison, the place is in ruins and no trace of his dad- only bodies of prisoner, guards and some creatures that Mikhail can't recognizes or identifies - he learns -from a guard who didn't die- that Dmitri flew away with some Americans - It didn't take long for Mikhail to realize that his father had gone to Hawkins

+ Mikhail then arrives to Hawkins the day after the end of s5 (so the two days after + one day)

#mikhail antonov #mikhailgate #mikhail headcanons #stranger things #st5 #russia plot #el hopper #eleven #dmitri antonov #enzo stranger things

[primemeridian84]

Chapter 1: Unexpected Heroes

This was it, the moment I had been training for. I looked right at my best friend and smiled. 

“You’re going down, Dev!” 

“I think you’ve got that backwards, Kali.”

He smiled back but as soon as the instructor said go, I made the first attack. I went to knife-hand him, but he quickly dodged. We fought back and forth for a few minutes, each of us landing hits on the other but neither one of us surrendered. Finally, Devon managed to knock me down and get me in a “kill” position. The bell rang, signaling the end of the match…and Devon as the winner. 

“Devon Daniels wins the first round of the karate tournament. Kalindi McCall has been eliminated,” the instructor announced. People clapped as my best friend helped me up. 

“You put up a good fight, Kali. Almost had me a couple times,” he smiled as we walked off to the side. The next two competitors got on the mat. We sat down at the booth and ordered some drinks. 

“Yeah well, almost isn’t good enough,” I said defeatedly. I wasn’t mad at him, he earned it. I was upset at myself for not training harder. 

“Hey, look at me,” Devon said and I looked up at him. “You did your best. You’re an amazing martial artist. I just got lucky somehow. Remember how many times you’ve beaten me in normal sparring matches?” 

I smiled a little and nodded. “Thanks, Dev.”

“Devon!” we heard an all too familiar voice say. We turned and saw his dad, and he didn’t look pleased. “I thought you were going to that job interview I set up for you.”

Before Devon could say anything, I stood up. “I’m sorry, Mayor Daniels. It’s my fault, I entered Devon in the karate tournament at the last moment because I wanted to see if I could win against him, and like the best friend that he is, he did it with me,” I lied, standing up for him. My best friend gave me a look. His dad eyed me warily, then nodded once. 

“Next time, I’ll set up an interview for both of you. There’s no sense in wasting your time with karate. If you’re not going to study, might as well do something useful like work. Come on, son, we’re going home,” he said simply. 

Devon sighed and stood. He gave me a hug and I hugged back. “Thank you, Kali,” he whispered. “Catch ya later?” he then asked in a normal voice level. 

“Yeah, you know where to find me,” I smiled a little.

He smiled back then went off with his dad. I sighed and sat down again. I knew how hard his dad was on him, my parents were the same way-always trying to get us to be like them or do more rather than play video games and karate. That’s how Devon and I became best friends a couple years ago, and our parents know very well that we hang out a lot. They just never have the chance to hang out with us, with Devon’s dad being the mayor, my dad being in the military, and my mom being the lead engineer for Tech-tonic International. 

I stood and packed my things after a few minutes. There was no reason for me to stay and watch the rest of day 1 of the tournament without Devon. 

I changed out of my karate uniform and then walked down to the plaza. I sat on a bench, reading my favorite Ranger history book for the millionth time, the one about the Wild Force Rangers. I got lost reading it again and suddenly I was jolted from my focus by screams and people running away. I immediately jumped up and ran the opposite direction, towards whatever was freaking people out, leaving my stuff behind. 

That’s when I saw a motorcycle monster and weird robot dudes creating havoc. “Hey, freaks! Don’t you know it’s rude to scare people off?” I called. In an instant, their attention was turned to me. That’s when the fear kicked in. 

What the hell did I get myself into? No going back now…time to put my karate skills to use. 

“You get one chance to leave. We’ve got more important things to do,” a girl with long dark hair dressed in a black and yellow-striped outfit said as she stepped out from behind a column. 

“Not a chance! I won’t stand by and watch you destroy Coral Harbor.”

“Very well, you’ll regret putting your nose in our business. Tronics…get her!”

That’s when the weird robot dudes came at me. I took a deep breath and fought them for a few minutes. Just as I was starting to get tired, I saw three Power Rangers show up! “End of the line, Roxy,” the Blue Ranger said. 

“Wrong. We’re just getting started. Cycletron, destroy them,” the girl ordered and the motorcycle monster obeyed. Seeing my momentary distraction, the Tronic bot things who had remained near me knocked me down. Before I could react, the Red Ranger jumped in and fought them off. 

Wait a sec…something about his fighting style seems awfully familiar…

Then, he held out his hand. I gratefully took it and he helped me up. “Are you ok, Ka…er, miss?” he asked. 

That’s odd…he sounded like he was gonna say my name, and his voice sounds familiar too. 

“A little bruised up but I’ll live. Thanks,” I smiled. 

“Good. Get to safety, we got this from here,” he replied before running off to join the others. 

“No way, I don’t know who the others are but I’m gonna help you, Dev,” I whispered to myself. I was positive the Red Ranger was my best friend. How or why I didn’t know and to be honest, I didn’t care. I was proud of him and no matter what I was gonna help, too even though I wasn’t a Ranger. I was about to run back into the fight when I noticed the girl, Roxy and a guy with blonde hair wearing an outfit identical to Roxy’s except in black and red stealing something in barrels. Whatever it was, I had a feeling it would be bad if they got it. 

So, I ran over to them. “Stop right there!” I yelled and got into a fighting stance. Both of them chuckled. 

“So you survived the Tronics. The Rangers don’t have a chance against us, and you’re not even a Ranger,” Roxy taunted. 

“Maybe not, but that’s not gonna stop me from fighting to protect the city!”

“Go, take the Morph X to Evox. I can handle this girl,” Roxy then told the guy. He nodded and put a key thing into the device on his wrist, instantly teleporting him and the barrels away. 

Dang it, he got away with whatever that was! At least I can still help by trying to defeat her. 

Then, Roxy did the same thing as the guy, but instead of teleporting away, she morphed! She immediately charged at me and I barely managed to dodge her first attack. We fought back and forth for a few moments, until she managed to get a good hit on me. I fell back hard on the concrete. I groaned and held my left arm. 

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Roxy said with an evil chuckle as she got in position to kill me. I closed my eyes and braced myself for her final attack, but it never came. I opened my eyes and saw the Yellow Ranger fighting Roxy. I went to get up, but searing pain shot through my arm. 

Ow ow ow ow, yeah I definitely broke it. 

I went to stand up again, but carefully this time. I watched the two of them fight for a minute until Roxy retreated. The Yellow Ranger came over to me. “Are you okay?” she asked. 

“Yeah…just a little banged up but yeah I’m good. Thanks for the save,” I replied, managing a small smile. 

“Ok, you should get to someplace safe. We’ve got this.”

“No way, this is my city too, and I want to help protect it.”

“Thanks, and maybe someday you can but not right now. Go to Grid Battleforce when you can, you might be able to help that way.”

The Yellow Ranger left and I sighed. I knew the smart thing to do would be to get out of here and go to the hospital but I chose to stay in case there was some way I could still help. I stayed nearby and watched. The Rangers defeated Cycletron and I was about to go over to them when suddenly a giant version of Cycletron appeared! 

I should’ve seen this coming. Zord time!

I momentarily forgot about my broken arm as I got excited to see their zords. In no time, two giant vehicles appeared: a red and black race car, and a blue transport truck. Overhead, a yellow helicopter flew to join them. The Rangers teleported into their zords. The race car turned into a robot and the blue truck into a gorilla! The chopper shot at the giant robot from the air. After a few minutes, the battle finally ended with the Rangers being victorious. 

“Yeah!” I cheered excitedly but then stopped and cringed as the pain returned to my arm. 

Okay…maybe it’s time to go to the doctor’s now.

#power rangers #power rangers beast morphers #power rangers fanfiction

[voice-of-illogical-sense]

Sometimes I think about what my life would be like if I stayed in Oz...

I would have been happy enough I suppose. Life wouldn't have been as interesting as I find it over here.

My job prospects have changed, even though I'm not valued at the same rate pay-wise, I have much more opportunity to develop instead. Travelling for work is something I wouldn't have done back there.

I miss family... chosen and related. But visiting them every couple of years and talking over tinterwebs is enough to make me feel whole.

Moving, much like owning a house or getting engaged, has been a major life event. I'm definitely a different person, going along a different path, after moving to Europe (before the country left it). So many people still think of old me when they catch-up with me after such a long time. Leather jacket-wearing, music blaring weirdo, trying his best to appear as rugged and butch as he could. The facets of me that people used to see more of that I don't put as much importance on anymore.

Talking heart-to-heart with my dad recently, he observed that although I might not have as many friends that I hang out with now, I'm much more confident with making new ones. Before I left, he said I was kicking between friend groups, relying on "warm introductions" in the hope I'd find somewhere I fit in and people enjoyed being with, rather than just who I conveniently knew. I think I didn't realise just how good I had it, being so close to people... I rarely visited them, I rarely visited my parents even! I'm still figuring out if that's just who I am or if that's somewhere I want to invest effort to change things.

I know if I stayed where I was, I would probably have had my own place by now... I might not have found someone like my wife though. I think I would have been a bit lonely, been a different person if i had a space like that in my life.

Confidence just takes a while to foster and grow in the right conditions I guess... I might have tried moving or changing my life earlier, before all of this, back in 2010 but I don't think I was ready, nor was it even a consideration. I was satisfied with my life but not really happy. Intriguing how we need to move at our own pace and find the right moments to discover our goals take steps forward.

I find it interesting I have come back into teaching, in a round-about way. I'm glad I left my hospitality job when I did. Even more glad that my hospitality gig didn't develop into a security job like it could have... if I never started dating again, I could have been stuck in that for ages - like an NPC, instead of a main character. I definitely have Kali to thank for that.

However, at this moment i find myself thinking of someone i knew way before Kali. If you're out there and reading this... don't accept being stuck in a loop of convenience dude. Perhaps go back to the cross road we went to, flip a coin, and hope it breaks the curse and changes your life back. You got what thought you wanted. I lost what I had but I was liberated by it. We shouldn't have meddled in stuff we didn't understand. A selfless wish seems to have served me better. Were you trapped by yours?

Don't worry, it's not one of those goodbye things. I am just rambling, reflecting... before I go to apply for my citizenship and change my name. I'm happy with who I am these days... I don't think I could have said that before I left. That! That makes me smile.

#my vois #personal

[howlingday]

tragic backstory (tm) au) cin-cin has ruby yang and pyrrha out to lunch today so a bored jaune is meandering through the school looking for something to do when he stumbles across blake talkign to someone. turns out it's her mother and father and jaune actually makes a really good impression on them.

kali: "so blake, how did you meet your new boyfriend?"

ghirha: "you made a good choice this time, far better than that adam"

blake: "we're not dating."

kali and ghirha together: "we'll no time like the present to fix that"

Partly Clouder

The White Fang were not always so violent. There was a time when peace was not only their preferred method, but their only method. They believed in equality without hostility. But at some point, a member grew tired of peace and sought violence instead. Were they wrong to think so, or merely misguided?

Jaune: And you're sure you'll be okay?

Cin-Cin: (Nods) I'll be fine! I have my new big sisters to help me!

Yang: R-Right... Sisters...

Ruby: Where are we going?

Cin-Cin: I wanna go to a bookstore! I heard from Becky Becker that the new playrites are in stock!

Pyrrha: Then that'll be our first stop. Are you ready, Nora?

Nora: Just a second. (Swigs back a bottle of soda, Downs in one go) Alright, let's- (Belches) go.

Cin-Cin: (Giggles)

Weiss: (Rolls her eyes)

Jaune: Have fun! (They leave) Are you sure you don't want to come, Ren?

Ren: I will be fine on my own. There is much I wish to do while Nora is out.

Jaune: Okay. (Looks to Blake and Weiss) Uh, I guess I'm ready to meet your parents, huh?

Blake: Don't say it like that.

Weiss: Especially when you've already met mine.

Ren: (They leave) ...Finally. (Strips naked) Ah... One with the universe.

Blake: I don't think this is a good idea, Jaune.

Jaune: I heard you, Blake.

Weiss: Did you hear how I know it isn't?

Jaune: I did.

Weiss: I just wanted to be sure, considering you're ignoring my advice.

Jaune: I know it's not the best idea.

Weiss: The worst.

Blake: Without question.

Jaune: BUT... It's something I want to try. After all, when was the last time a Schnee and a Belladonna met before Beacon?

Blake: I'm pretty sure during the Faunus Wars.

Jaune: Great! This will be a good time to bury the hatchet!

Weiss: Preferably in no one's back.

Sienna: Thank you again for escorting me to this meeting, Ghira. I know our last... interaction wasn't on the best of terms.

Ghira: Water under the bridge. Besides, it wasn't you I was angriest with. It was Adam.

Sienna: Who is now in prison, thanks to our guest at this meeting.

Kali: I'm so excited. I get to meet with celebrity and see our baby in person! Do you think they're engaged?

Ghira: Kali, calm down.

Sienna: Don't bother, Ghira. Ca- I mean, Kali was never one for being subtle about love. Especially if it's one of her own.

Kali: Can you blame me? Years of her life wasted with that brute, Adam, and now she's with someone who actually cares about human/Faunus equality. The only thing that would make him better is if he loved fish.

Ghira: Oh, Brothers...

Jacques: Must you escort me, James? I have plenty of guards ready, willing, and able to defend me at a moment's notice.

Ironwood: Yes, but they're also loyal to you, which means they'll shoot anyone you tell them to.

Jacques: Do you really think so little of me, James?

Ironwood: It's not a matter of thinking little; it's a matter of preventing the worst outcome. Not to mention that this is the perfect opportunity to learn more about Arc. His tactical mind would be vital to Atlas, if only we could have him transfer schools. He may be an early graduate.

Jacques: Like yourself?

Ironwood: And your daughter.

Jacques: Yes, and one of two, while the other is escorting Arc as we speak.

Ironwood: Are you proud of her?

Jacques: That she developed close ties with Arc? Of course. Nothing makes me more proud than the early networking my children conduct. Who knows, our mysterious hero may become Jaune Arc-Schnee!

Jaune: ...I don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't this.

Blake: Really? You weren't expecting a screaming match between the High Leader of the White Fang, the Menagerie Chieftain, the CEO of the SDC, and the General of the Atlas military and Headmaster of said Academy?

Jaune: No, I was. I just wasn't expecting... this kind of shouting.

Jacques: I will be the one to apologize first! My grievances are far more severe than yours, mongrel.

Sienna: No, I will apologize to him first! The blood of every soul fallen or injured in Atlas is my responsibility, you greedy war-monger!

Ironwood: He should attend Atlas! His brilliant mind could benefit our military and serve to guide us into a new age of tactical enlightenment.

Ghira: He should come to Menagerie! He should see the Faunus plight firsthand, so that he may lead with a better understanding of Faunus suffering!

Weiss: I'm just glad they haven't focused on us yet. That would be embarrassing.

Kali: Yes, it would, Miss Schnee.

Weiss: Aah! Where did you come from?!

Kali: I slipped under the table while my husband was distracted. You must be Weiss. My daughter told me all about you.

Weiss: Daughter? You mean...

Kali: Blake, yes. She's told me so much about how you've changed her perspective, and how perhaps not all humans are beyond hope.

Weiss: Oh, that's... very flattering?

Kali: And you must be Jaune. My, you're more handsome than the videos show you to be.

Jaune: (Blushing) Um...

Blake: Mom! Stop!

Kali: Oh, you know I'm only teasing, Kitten. I've always had a soft spot for blond boys. Especially after that one from so long ago. If you were younger, you would be the spitting image of him.

Kali: But that was so long ago. Almost twenty years, in fact. I was a different woman. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised by how Blake's story went. After all, she's just like her mother.

Blake: (Blushing) Mom...

Kali: (Sighs) Please, take good care of my daughter, both of you. She's my most precious treasure.

Weiss: Hmph! As if you could expect anything less from Weiss Schnee.

Kali: From a Schnee, I expect nothing. But you aren't just a Schnee. You're a Schnee I haven't seen in so long. And you, Jaune, are an entirely unique person altogether. But I can't help but feel like I've seen you before. I don't know why, but I feel like I can trust you. (Giggles) It must be the blond hair.

Jaune: I'd like to help you, but I can't even control a meeting.

Kali: That's because you aren't using your resources, dear. I can stop half of the table, but you have to use your own to stop the other half. Do you understand?

Jaune: ...I think I do.

Kali: Good. Now, follow my lead. (Paws the air, Smashes her fist down) HEY! KAHN! GHIRA! SHUT UP AND LISTEN!

Ghira: (Stiffens)

Sienna: (Flinches)

Kali: Now it's your turn, Jaune.

Jaune: (Nods)

Jacques: Are you actually going to surrender because a guest told you to heel? You really are beasts!

Weiss: Oh, Father? (Jacques looks at her, She's on her scroll) Forgive me, but I can't remember. How many Js are in "bigot"?

Jacques: (Grunts)

Blake: And General, perhaps Professor Ozpin would like to hear how you intend to weaponize one of his students.

Ironwood: That's not what I- (Clears his throat, Sits down)

Jaune: How was that?

Kali: (Claps her hands) Perfect! And you did it in your own way! (Giggles) I haven't had to use "that" voice in so long. Now, shall we begin our meeting properly now?

Jaune: Yeah, we should. Oh, and Blake? Weiss? Thanks again for your help. I couldn't have done it without you guys here.

Weiss: That's clearly the case.

Blake: As is us standing by to help you.

Jaune: Right. Now, as for why I brought you all here.

Kali: Pick up the pace, dear! We don't want to miss our flight!

Ghira: On my way, darling.

Kali: (Sighs) To think my baby girl would grow so much in so short of time. It just reminds me of the last time in happened.

Ghira: I don't blame you, dear. None of us do. We were just glad to have you back.

Kali: Yes, but two years, Ghira. Two years of my daughter's life I'll never get back because of my selfishness.

Ghira: You were young, and your family needed you. If two had to be set aside for everyone else, it was understandable.

Kali: But not forgivable.

Ghira: Do you miss it?

Kali: (Looks to the blue sky, Clouds roll by lazily) Sometimes... (Thinking) Now I remember that boy.

15 Years Ago...

Sienna: Captain! Enemy vessel escaped! Shall we pursue?

Thug: Nah! We shouldn't! Those punks won't be back; not after how we humiliated them!

Sienna: I was talking to the Captain, Roll! Captain, we have everything from their cargo hold. Shall we split it amongst the crew?

Captain: We'll sell it. Spoils from a thief's ship get more complicated the more it's stolen, to say nothing of a Sky Pirate's.

Punk: And who would steal from the Sky Pirate Queen? (Crew laughs)

Sienna: The box just moved! (Everyone freezes, Captain approaches) C-Captain! Be careful! It might be trapped.

Captain: (Opens the chest) Oho? A pair of sapphires under a cap of gold? (Picks up shivering boy, Shushes) It's okay, I won't hurt you.

Cabin Boy: It's a kid!

Kali: Can you talk? No? That's okay. My name is Captain Belladonna, Queen of the Sky Pirates. (Smiles sweetly) But you can call me, "Kali."

#rwby #rwby au #tragic backstory (tm) au #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #yang xiao long #nora valkyrie #ruby rose #blake belladonna #weiss schnee #kali belladonna #ghira belladonna #sienna khan #jacques schnee #james ironwood

[kaypeace21]

"Rebel robin" easterggs

- Robin's friend is a horror movie fan whos fav movie is evil dead (jonathan has a poster of it in his room)

- Robin's parent's car is the " dodge dart" a ref to Dustin's demodog-dart

-robin and her friends make analogies to zombies (like Will- the zombie boy).

- robin faints. And her friend milton says "blink once for yes twice for no". A ref to what Joyce said to Will in s1.

- robin's other friend has a little sister named el-ie who pretends to be a squirrel. A ref to el killing a squirrel in s2. This is also reminiscent of a scene from the st prequel novel ' suspicious minds' where young-kali pretended to be a tiger (the Hawkins school mascot) & a rabbit (Jonathan's hunting story).

- robin reminds me alot of the byers: she is into photography and rock like jonathan and even worked at the movie theatre like jonathan did in the og pilot. They both like David bowie and cook for their families. She also is poor and wears hand-me down clothes from relatives (like Will). She also is into existential philosophers. Which is also similar to jonathan who had a poster of the poet rimbaud in his room.

- robin is almost run over by a car by a bully while riding her bike: similar to Mike, Dustin, and Lucas in s2

- robin says the best accessory for a girl is her middle finger. Cue max giving the middle finger to billy in s2 XD

- robin (before Will dissapears) sees the quarry and gets uncomfortable and thinks of metaphorical monsters

- similar to how billy had baseball references (along with Will). Robin wears a baseball shirt

- her fav flavor of pie is cherry (like alexi and cherry slurpies). She also gets pissed at a guy sipping a cherry flavored drink- similar to hopper in s3 with alexi

- she cuts her hair and she describes it as looking like a lion. El and Will owned lion plushies in s1.

- robin refs Chicago (kali lives there) and NYC (hopper used to live there), and California (where max and billy used to live).

-tammy's fav song is total eclipse of the heart: the song Robin and Steve sang in s3. Tammy would often sing the song in robin and Steve's class.

- they make references to the hellfire club: she describes a time where she dresses like a cross between a nerd and a rebel. And a mom yells at her appearance saying she looks "goddless' . And another of Robin's friend (kate) is told ' what demon is possessing you, kate?" (hinting at the satanic panic). Meanwhile someone describes Mike and his friends as "hellions' as another hint to this. We also see how alot of parents got paranoid and a bit crazy when Will and barb dissappeared- prob foreshadowing the chaos that will happen if more kids dissappear in s4. Along with the satanic panic

-Robin is visiting her friend Kate at her house. Kate wanted to listen to Madonna together. Max and el listened to Madonna at el's.

- Robin's friend (kate) says "I dumped his ass" in reference to her cheating bf. A little nod to the m*leven breakup

- robin (like Will) felt excluded during the summer cause her friends kate and dash (Kate's now ex bf) were always making out . Sound familiar- cough m*leven

- robin annoyed says " makeouts, breakups and declarations of love all in the span of a week". Wow if that ain't a diss to certain pairing we know in s3 XD

- kate (like mike) says to Robin dating the opposite sex is a part of growing up . Which scares Robin (and Will in s3).

- robin has a nightmare of running down the school hallway with short hair (like el in s2 via the upsidedown)

- robin contemplates shaving her head (like el)

- robin says she likes to sometimes dress androgynous . And found a cool suit. Which we saw in s4 bts pics I assume.

- robin watches a music video where there are duplicate indianna joneses (could be a ref to all the billy duplicates in s3?)

- robin says " I stare at the ceiling. The ceiling stares back. I'm stuck and don't know what to do" a ref to the s3 song with robin called "the ceiling is beautiful"

- a character named Sheena reminds me a bit of Will or el . She is very quiet, queercoded, and is often bullied. And she finds mean notes and other things in her locker- placed there by bullies. A bit like how Will found the zombieboy note in his locker. But sheena can be another name for Jane so ...maybe foreshadowing of el/jane being bullied in highscool?

- when robin hears a hom*phobic comment on tv- she describes the anxiety like a ' thundercloud in a big open sky' and a "chill". Which reminds me of the mf being associated with clouds, thunder, and lightning. And the mf liking it cold.

- robin constantly describes the monster or shadow in her life- whether it be her talking about conformity or the problems of consumerism while she is poor (themes of s3).

- robin before realizing she was gay/crushing on tammy just says " I don't get crushes' which reminds me a bit of Will saying " I'm not going to fall in love" (as the lyrics are " love thats new to you, you open up the door')

-robin on her bike hears something (demogorgan) and runs back to her house , locks the door, and calls her friend- and the phone gets electrocuted. The next day Will is said to be missing. (Another Will paralllel).

- i was right about robin being in theatre. So we most likely will see robin in theatre in s4 (she also auditioned with a friend in the book). So for s4 my guess is she may be in the drama club with dustin- cause in s1 he had a drama shirt

- one of her friends is named milton. Since the documentary 'paradise lost' was on the s4 movie list. Its prob a ref to John milton who wrote the fictional 'paradise lost'. The character Sheena may be a ref to the 80s film/movies *where sheena (jane) was psychic

-Robin's gal pal (kate) and Robin eat m&ms and candies together. Kate jokes m&ms and candy bars are 'foods of the gods'. El ate m&ms in s3. They joke how talking about plural gods (instead of 1) would get them in trouble. In case you are unaware- kali (is the name of a Hindu goddess) and el (is the name of a cannanite god) .

-Robin also mentions hopper's car smells like eggos.

- robin tries running away (like el in s2, max in her novel, and jonathan also wrongfully assumed Will ranaway in s1 too).

-robin tries to get a job at Joyce's, than Bob's, and later gets a job where jonathan used to work

-bob newby describes the byers family as his "home" . Similar to how El describes the Hawkins gang as "home".

- robin says she was friends with barb before nancy. Suspiciously right after she says this- barb grabs Robin's hallpass that says ' glitch in the time space continuim. " the teacher who wrote this called robin a "glitch". Which makes me wonder if my did theory is right- but ...that certain powers at be may also alter memories or things so people assume said people have always been around.Mentioning it cause it seemed suspicious.

-not an eastegg but robin can't believe how nice Bob is. And Bob says the byers filled a hole in his life 😭 . She also felt an instant connection with Will and saw alot of herself in him.And asked if Joyce ever thought of moving like everyone suggested . One of the reasons Robin didn't like steve was because Steve never mentioned how Jonathan took innapropriate photos of Nancy. So everyone at school just knew jonathan as the quiet kid who takes pictures. So to everyone it just seemed like- wow you're bullying the quiet kid who's brother is missing and take away the one thing still left in his life that makes him happy. Which is why everyone assumes jonathan beat up steve later. Interesting to know how general Hawkins (not in the loop) viewed things

- the book referenced alot of previously mentioned movies on the s4 list or from prior duffer interviews...along with a few NEW movies ,books, plays, singers, and songs that I have to analyze for another day ...

#robin buckley #rebel robin #jonathan byers #steve harrington #will byers #el hopper #mike wheeler #dustin henderson #barbara holland #max mayfield #jim hopper

[sailorhyunjinz]

𝕴𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝕾𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖘 𝐈𝐈

© 2021 SailorHyunjinz ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 

Pairing; Bartender!Changbin x Fem!reader (she/her pronouns)

Warning ; ANGST!!! SMUT!! skz side characters, semi-slow burn, hurt/comfort, strangers to lovers, depiction of mental disorders, consumption of alcohol, tobacco use, dysfunctional families, mentions of undereating, vague hints to eating d-sorders mentions of crimes, mentions of blades, fainting, mentions of dr-g use, arguments, mentions of savior complex, mentions of childhood neglect, depiction of depression, mentions of needles, mentions of blades, yelling, mentions of hangover, parental issues (lmao cherry just say daddy issues), arguments

𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 ; PIV, unprotected sex, hair pulling, drooling, getting caught, masturbation, fingering, clitoral stimulation, orgasm (f). 

(fic header made by @yjeongs! thank u cora <33) 

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 ; 10.0 k 

From one survivor to another; cheers you guys. 

O N E ｜ T W O

                        ⊱ ────── {⋅. ♪ Playlist ♪ .⋅} ────── ⊰

Drugs N Hella Melodies - Don Toliver, Kali Uchis

Life is a Bi... - Bibi 

cigarette and condom - Bibi 

Empty Trash - LØREN 

Noir - Sunmi 

NEED - LØREN

Pretty Boy - The Neighbourhood

(hint hint look at the lyrics <33)

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥.

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 18.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐈 ; 𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐚

Three months.

Three months of booze, questionable substances, friends and most importantly. 

Him.

Seo Changbin. 

You never knew you could feel this deep about someone, there hadn’t been a reason earlier in your life since everyone in it either used you or abused you. But you knew he was different from the first time you saw him that night in the dark room, injured and surrounded by 7 other boys that were now your closest friends. Why would anyone ever want to leave this place? There was everything! Free drinks, ear-deafening music and your boyfriend. This was heaven for a hurt soul like you, so why would anyone search for an exit in this box of traitors? 

“O-oh fuck! Changbin!” you cried out as the momentum of his thrusts made you jolt forward, hands desperately trying to grab onto the black leather of the sofa you and him had made love on countless times, the door always being unlocked since there wasn’t a lock and this damn parallel universe wasn’t gonna install one anytime soon. 

Changbin grabbed your hair, twisting it around his hand as he pounded into you from the back, the supple valleys of your ass wobbling with each movement. Your voice became frail, stuttering and moaning his name in broken syllables along many other pleas and swearwords, the way your words became incoherent the longer he fucked you made his head lull backwards, pure music to his ears unlike that shitty music that blasted through the speakers on the dancefloor that was just next to the tiny dark room that was currently filled with the scent of sex and lust. Your head was tilted up, eyes tightly shut as you clenched around Changbin’s leaking cock that was jackhammering into your wet cunt, his dick glistening with your slick every time his hips moved away from you and reflected in the minimal light of the room. He grunted as all kinds of lewd sounds were heard from you, the skin slapping against each other and the squelching noise of your pussy being filled with his cock. His hands had a tight grip on your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as the pleasure surged through every nerve of his body, sweat beading around on his temples. Your arms could barely hold you up, quivering and risking to collapse under you causing you to put your head towards the seat, warm cheek against the slightly cold leather. With your back fully arched your ass perked up, Changbin hitting exactly the right place in this position, a small stream of drool hanging from the corner of your swollen lips. You were so close to your release, hanging on by a thread to not tip over the edge and be sent spiraling down an earth shaking orgasm. 

“C-changbin, I’m gonna f-fucking cum” you stutter, reaching your hands backwards to which he let go of your hair and instead grabbed your wrists, holding you in place and pushing you down onto his cock. Your voice was no longer a whimper but instead a scream, goosebumps erupting on your soft skin as you panted, Changbin viciously thrusting inside you and being fueled by your pleasured sounds, he got off by the fact that you felt good. You were so close. So close.

“QUICK!! FELIX FUCKING FAINTED” Jisung said, bursting through the door but immedietly regretting his decision as he yelled out into the room that was now filled with your yelp and the loud club music from outside. 

“For fuck sake Jisung! Knock!” Changbin growled at the boy, you trying to grab your clothes off the floor and desperately covering yourself as Jisung stod in the doorway with panicked eyes, flailing his arms around in an anxious state. He was more appalled by seeing Felix passed out than he was seeing Changbin fucking you from behind. 

“NO TIME FOR KNOCKING, JUST FUCKING MOVE” he said, signaling his hands to follow him. In a haste you put on your clothes that weren’t much more than a skirt and a tight shirt, oh and of course your sexy panties, you had leveled up from your previous looks that made you look like a distressed mother of 4. Now you knew when you were gonna pass out and you even teleported in the phonebooth instead of injuring your head against the wall as you fainted. Changbin did the same, putting on only his pants as he ran after Jisung, you following shortly after, scared about what you were gonna witness.

The main dance floor looked like it usually did. People high, drunk or both, dancing and singing their hearts out, falling over and tumbling down on the floor. The whole place reeked of straight liquor and the music was loud enough for anyone to go deaf. You held Changbin’s hand as he dragged you through the crowd, not letting his eyes go from Jisung’s figure that was leading the both of you to the back end of the club, pushing through people and muttering small apologies that couldn’t be heard by even yourself. When you got to the end of the big place you saw Felix, his back and head against the table as he was completely knocked out, his legs dangling from the end of the rectangular table. You climbed on top of the soft seatings of the booth, putting your cheek near his nose and mouth. You didn’t hear if he was breathing but you were assured as you felt his cold breath against your hot flesh, sighing in relief. 

“How is he?!” Jisung yelled, “is he dying?”

You shook your head, grabbing his limp wrist and putting your pointer and middle finger on the underside of his limb, his veins not visible in the dark lighting of the club. His pulse was stable, beating faintly. 

“He’ll be alright!” you yelled back, the concerned gazes of the other boys standing around the boy exhaling as they heard your words, Changbin going closer to Felix and putting his hand on his shoulder, shaking the boy and repeating his name over and over again but to no avail. Seungmin rubbed the palm of his hand against his exposed forehead as his hair was pushed back.

“I’ll stay here with him, Changbin fetch me a water bottle and,,, wait,,, why did he even faint in the first place?” he asked, the boys looking at each other until they landed on Jisung that looked distressed, his pinkish lips quivering. 

“Probably a nice concoction of no food and only alcohol” he said, peering down at his black boots, his hair flopping onto his face, too shy to meet the gazes of his friends as if he had done something wrong himself. Seungmin could only sigh, you patting Jisung on the back as you walked through the jumping crowd again, the song changing as you heard Seungmin say “get him something Changbin”, their voices fading into the beat as you walked with Jisung behind you. 

Jisung slammed the door as you two were back in the room that had only moments earlier been filled with helpless whimpers and pleas. You threw yourself on the wrinkly couch, looking away in shyness when remembering that Jisung had caught the two of you even if everyone knew that you guys fucked in that very same room whenever there was time and Changbin wasn’t standing in the bar. The young boy sat down on the dark floor, leaning his elbow against the seat of the sofa as his twinkling eyes met yours. 

“I,,, just don’t understand” he said, you tilting your head in wonder as he uttered those words.

“Don’t understand what Sungie?” you said, the walls almost vibrating from the bass of the song from outside. He sighed as he momentarily looked away from you. 

“Felix,,, like it’s so clear that he needs help, just over the last few months his cheeks have sunken in and his eyes are completely matte and lifeless” he said, his voice trembling as a lump of tears was stuck in his throat. 

“But aren’t you the same Jisung? You need help too, help to stop thinking that everyone is your responsibility. I understand that you want to help him,,, but you carrying everyone's emotional baggage has landed you here. Felix will get help by those that are capable of getting him that help, you aren’t Jisung.”

His eyes shot up at you, dark as his eyebrows furrowed, his jaw clenching in anger. He felt attacked, commenting on his actions usually made him feel offended. 

“I am capable of helping him. What about you then huh? You can’t even help your own boyfriend” he snarked, running his hand over his hair in frustration. You rolled your eyes at him, watching him as he bit the inside of his cheek. He needed to do that, he couldn’t tell you the fact that one day your boyfriend is just gonna disappear since he’s actually taking matters into his own hands and getting help. 

“Don’t say that Jisung, we both try our best,,, let’s not fight over something we can’t control” you say, your voice getting frail by the end of the sentence.

“Can’t control? We can, we can help each other!” he said, banging the palm of his hand against the warm leather of the couch, making you jump in fear. You dropped down on your knees, your eyes being on the same level as his as you looked at him, the young boy diverting his gaze immediately.

“Jisung, look at me.” You grabbed his other hand that was resting in his lap against the rough material of his jeans. “We try, that’s the best we can do. Change comes from within. Nobody can save us if we don’t save ourselves.” Jisung sighed loudly, swallowing harshly, the both of you flinching when somebody burst through the black door. Changbin was carrying Felix on his back, the male still passed out on his broad shoulders. Your boyfriend looked puzzled at the scene before him. His girlfriend holding hands with one of his closest friends, sitting close enough to feel his breath against her cheek, both looking like two helpless deers caught in headlights. He furrowed his eyebrows as he walked into the room, throwing Felix off his shoulder and positioning him into a semi-prone position in order to open the airways. You and Jisung stood up, looking at the blonde boy and how his eyelashes layed gently against his lower eyelid. Changbin looked at Felix for a while before turning to you with a serious expression. 

“So,,, what happened here?” he said to which you shrugged.

“Me and Jisung just talked,,, about Felix” you answered, Changbin uttering a little “oh” as his previous rather unfaithful suspicions were proven to be false. “There’s no need to worry, he’s breathing so he won’t be in any medical danger as of right now but somebody needs to keep an eye on him,,, in case something changes.” You smiled at him talking.

“Alright doctor Changbin” you said while giggling, hugging him and him wrapping his sturdy arms around you, looking at Jisung’s mellow expression, eyes brimming with tears as he sat down on his knees on the floor once again, pushing a lock of hair from Felix’s delicate face, cupping his cheek that was once plump but now gaunt. Changbin pulled away from your comforting embrace and patted Jisung on the shoulder, bending his knees to get closer to him. 

“Do you wanna keep an eye on him, Ji?” he asked to which the boy nodded, not answering with words, not even a gaze at the male that was talking to him. He turned around to look at you, pointing his chin towards the door, signaling for the two of you to get out and leave the two boys alone to which you nodded, following Changbin out and gently closing the door behind you by turning the knob and releasing it slowly. The music got louder and louder as you two walked in the long corridor before ending up on the main floor, the corridor going to the bar and you could only get onto the dance floor by exciting through the wooden gate of the bar. 

“I’ll go find the others, you should work!!” you yelled through the music and Changbin nodded, giving you a kiss on the lips before you exited through the gate, being careful to knock any of the liquor bottles on the walls over and causing a ruckus like you’d done once before, being black-out drunk and trying to hobble your way through to god knows where, accidentally swinging your arms towards the shelfs. Luckily everything restores itself in this universe.

People were doing their usual activities in all corners of the club, making out against a wall or jumping, spilling their drinks on the floor that Changbin would have to mop up afterwards when he steps in the sticky liquid that pressed up against ones shoe. It was impossible to see who was who in the dark room, the neon lights on the roof changing colors but not making it easier for you, especially not with the commotion around you, individuals bumping into each other. In the distance you saw a hand waving, a familiar hand that was decked out in maybe a thousand silver rings, all with intricate designs that could only be seen from up close. Next thing you see is Hyunjin jumping, the bedazzled hand belonging to the long haired blonde male that always made sure to use the most expensive perfume. You made your way over to him, the male smiling brightly as he sat down on the edge of the cubical sofa, the other males being around the table that Felix was lying unconscious on just a brief moment earlier. The table was filled with half empty beer bottles along with red glimmering packs of cigarettes that belonged to some of them. Hyunjin patted the seat next to him, scooting closer to Jeongin that was ruffling his slightly sweaty hair, putting the bottle green top against his lip and taking a sip, his adam's apple moving as he swallowed. 

Hyunjin was different, different from anyone else in this place. You’d expect him to have the best life imaginable due to his family background. His father was the CEO of an influential business and his mother being his fathers assistant, both living a lavish life and providing for their only son, Hyunjin. But no amount of wealth can buy happiness. You don’t know the entire story but what you have heard when he was drunk and barely able to speak is that he was bullied all throughout school, struggling with the pressure being put on him by his parents to become a businessman just like his father. It ate Hyunjin alive to everyday go to sleep and feel like a failure that wasn’t able to live up to his parents expectations. He wasn’t worth this lifestyle he thought as he mindlessly doodled on the edge of his college application papers, it was easier to end it. He felt like a coward, always taking the easy way out but that’s how he’d lived his entire life. Getting help wasn’t an option, it would bring shame upon the family if anyone found out that he went to therapy and besides, his family didn’t believe in mental illnesses, it was simply to “go on a run” to feel better. “Then why the fuck am I not feeling better? I’ve ran miles but my mind runs faster” he wrote in the small black notebook he kept in his bedside table, hiding it together with his cigarettes under piles of papers and books. That’s how he ended up here, being together in a little group consisting of Chan and Minho along with some other people that had already departed from the place he felt the safest. 

You gave a smile to Hyunjin, grabbing the beer bottle in front of him, earning a little “hey!” from him but you drank it anyway as you laughed at his reaction, the bitterness spreading throughout your mouth. You exhaled, putting the bottle down harshly, the loud sound being drowned out by the music. Hyunjin laughed along with you, he seemed kinda distant, his pupils dilated. With furrowed eyebrows you looked at the other boys that looked back at you in a confused manner. 

“Something wrong y/n?” Seungmin asked, his cheeks slightly red from the heat that was radiating off everybody in the room, the tension heightening the temperature. Your eyes landed on Minho who looked equally as dazed as Hyunjin, looking up at the ceiling as the crown of his head rested against the dark walls in an uncomfortable manner. 

“You guys definitely did something” you said to which Hyunjin laughed, now stealing Minho’s drink since he was completely immersed at how the colors changed. 

“Of course we did,,, if we were gonna do it, why not here?” he said, looking at you through hooded eyes, his gaze sharp as pin needles, the black smudged eyeliner around his eyes not making it easier to escape the way you drowned in them. It was true, here was the place where you could be yourself, do whatever you pleased and act reckless as long as you didn’t hurt anybody, a rule Minho found difficult. It’s not that he wanted to hurt people, it’s just that he couldn’t help himself. Something bad was gonna happen if he didn’t. So that’s what the switchblade was for, not to hurt anyone but just in case he needed to add another felony to his list. You didn’t even wanna know what substances that ran through his veins but you felt bad for him. He was a slave to his own thoughts, sometimes even his own actions. He had no other choice but to obey them, do everything that the voices whispered faintly into his ear, a serenade of revenge to everyone that has never believed in him, considered him a shame and neglected him. No, not him. His inner child. 

Seungmin grabbed the red carton of cigarettes, the crimson wrapper unfolding itself when he opened the lid and grabbed one of the deathsticks whose orange ends were looking up at him. He picked one up, putting it to his lips and patting down his sides in search for a lighter but to no avail. He sighed out of the corner of his mouth, gesturing towards Hyunjin by flicking his pointer finger upwards, the blonde boy reaching over to his pocket and retrieving a white lighter that he put on the glossy mahogany table and scooted across it, Seungmin grabbing it as it nearly fell to his feet. He thanked Hyunjin by lazily saluting with two fingers before igniting the cigarette, the deep purple fading out into a light orange at the tip of the flame, the smoke evaporating around Seungmin as he puffed, exhaling straight ahead of him, poor Jeongin beside him coughing. 

“What’s even the purpose of these?” Jeongin said, grabbing the packet and examining it closely, twisting and turning the small box.

“What’s the purpose of your life?” Seungmin answered with an evil laugh, you wanting to bend over the table and smack him across the face for talking like that to the youngest. Jeongin shrugged his shoulders, smirking at Seungmin.

“Touchè I guess” he said, a smile hiding his pain. “Can I get one?” he said as he nudged Seungmin on the shoulder, the boy already taking his second puff. Seungmin didn’t answer, simply placing the cigarettes and Hyunjin’s white lighter in front of him. You stared at Seungmin in disbelief for a moment before throwing yourself over Hyunjin’s lap, grabbing the two objects and clutching them tightly in your hand. Hyunjin flinched at the sudden commotion, all the boy’s eyes were on you, tilting their heads like confused puppies. 

“Don’t you even dare Yang Jeongin” you said, him looking at you with twinkling innocent eyes. He nodded and you turned your head back to Seungmin. “And you, no actually all of you, quit it” you said, a moment of silence flew by before all of them bursted out in laughter.

“fucking,,, tell that to your boyfriend first” Minho said, him finally awake from his trance “if you manage to get him to stop then we’re all with you y/n” he said, laughing, his two front teeth poking out like a rabbit. You sighed, looking at the four boys but noticing Chan was missing. 

“Where’s Chan?” you asked, Seungmin shrugging as he exhaled grey smoke again.

“He hasn’t arrived yet,, don’t know what he’s up to” he answered, putting the orange end to his plump lips, pink in color but this being impossible to see in the changing neon lighting. “I wonder how Lixie is doing,,,” he added with a sigh. Good you hoped, the last three months have been nothing but a downward spiral to hell for the boy, everyday the gleam from his eyes got duller and duller until they were matte with fatigue. You remember a distinct moment that happened in the first couple of weeks in the club, you still getting to know the peculiar characters that moved around in this place. Felix was sitting in the bar, you sitting right next to him, the whole conversation was difficult to hear due to the music and chatter from people but you guys made do. 

“You know that song? By Radiohead?” he said. You shrugged and shook your head.

“Which one?” you asked, taking a sip from your drink that was unfortunately made by another bartender, Changbin not being there yet. 

“That one where they sing ‘I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul’” he said with a giggle, grabbing his glass and taking a swig of the poison in his glass, decorated with lemons and limes. You laughed with him, not knowing what he meant, thinking he was just spewing random words at you from being intoxicated. 

“Yeah, what about it?” you said, the young boy’s smile fading away as he gulped, placing down the drink. 

“I don’t know,,, I often listen to it on the bus or home alone,,, it tells me something but I can’t place my finger on what exactly” he said with a loud sigh, resting his cheek on his hand that was bent against the dark wooden bar. 

“Isn’t it the lyrics?” you said, “the fact that you want to be perfect in every way?” Felix hummed for a minute before nodding his head slowly. 

“It’s not even that I want to be perfect because that’s what society taught me,,, it’s because I live in a false reality where I believe that people will love me and appreciate me more if i tweak everything” he blurted out, going silent and sipping his drink slowly. 

“I’m happy that you know that it’s false but,,, what’s stopping you?” you asked, looking at the boy whose eyes were gazing at the wooden stick inside his drink, stirring it over and over again. 

“Because,,, if I stop,,, I won’t be sick enough” 

The both of you got silent after he remarked those words. Felix got silent because he thought he’d said something wrong. You got silent because you knew how that felt, that someone was going through your struggles. 

“You don’t prove anything by that Felix. I k-know this is gonna sound stupid and you’ve heard it so many times but,,, just know that I love you no matter how you look. I’m happy that you’re here Lixie” 

You looked at him and his dark brown eyes met yours, glittering once again, rounded as if he’d heard the best news of his life. He opened his arms and you stood up on the floor, hugging him and squeezing him by the sides.

“I’m happy that you are here too y/n” he whispered in your ear, barely audible from the loud bumping of the music. You pulled off the hug and shimmied up the bar stool again, putting the transparent glass edge to your lips and feeling the liquor trickle down your throat. 

“I was thinking of getting those words tattooed on me but now that I think about it, I want those words tattooed on me but with a big red x over it.” You smiled together with him, his dimples being carved into those freckled cheeks along with his bleak eyeshadow, his lips a cherry tint. 

“You should.”

“Oh fuck-” you cursed as you woke up on your living room floor that was covered in dust and crumbs that was a trail all the way to the kitchen. You sighed every time you were back in reality, in the cursed world that wanted nothing else but to crush you under its fingertips. A patter was heard from outside, gentle raindrops decorating your windows as they were falling from the dusky skies. The rain was at least better you thought, in the sun you felt immense guilt for not being as happy as everyone around you, scrolling through your phone and seeing pictures of old classmates on trips and drinking out in the basking sun, wearing sundresses and hats. Being picturesque.

You made your own fun. Late wine nights and therapy appointments early in the morning where you get drilled with information that you could actually use to get better but you decide to cancel it all out. It was impossible to take in. Or maybe you wanted this now? Like Felix said, you wanted to remain sick enough even if there is no such thing. It used to be about not wanting to leave your comfort zone as odd as it sounds. You had struggled with your mental health for as long as you could remember and getting better would mean that you would have to make active changes in your life that at the moment didn’t seem appealing. But now it wasn’t about that. It was about Changbin. Getting better would mean that you would have to leave him, not only him but all the other friends you made at the club for the last months. They felt closer than family especially since you’d barely had one in the past. You wanted to stay by Changbin for forever but did you want to suffer for just as long?

Little did you know, Changbin didn’t. 

You stood up from the wooden floorboards, stepping closer to the balcony door and seeing the rain cover the streets, lonesome people walking with umbrellas and rain jackets through the storm, probably on their way home to a delicious home cooked meal, a comfortable bed and a stable mind. You only had one of those things but you, in contrast from before the club, didn’t get jealous when you saw those people down at the rainy street. You had your own happiness that was Changbin.

Every time you said his name your heart started racing, your knees almost bent underneath you as you walked back to the couch, no lights turned on in the entire odorous apartment. With a thump you fell with your back against the comforting material, once again being swallowed by a fort of pillows and clothes that you haven’t been bothered to put away. The tv display stood blank, your silhouette reflecting in the matte sheen of the screen, your face almost hanging low with boredom. What was there to do when you weren’t in Changbin’s secure arms? 

It was as if his name rolled off your tongue. Smooth as butter, sweet as syrup. You closed your eyes, eyelashes fluttering against your cheek, tickling the sensitive skin on your face. Underneath your lids pictures flashed by in bright colors, not from imagination but from memory. The pictures radiated their energy through your entire body, sending shivers down to the tips of your toes as you saw the faces of your best friends and boyfriend, their smiles creating red apples on their cheeks. 

You wondered how many of those smiles were fake. 

A wave of arousal shot through your body as remembered the events that took place before Jisung had a chance to ruin them, how Changbin grunted next to your ear, his hot breath teasing the shell of your ear as he whispered, the movements of his hips going from rolling to pounding, the room filling with the lewd noises of skin slapping against each other accompanied with your tiny whimpers, pleading him to make you cum. You couldn’t help but to rub your legs together, shifting in the grey sofa that was decorating your trash pile of a living room, the other decor pieces being empty bottles and white used tissues that were tiny houses to your tears. You peeked down quickly, seeing that you were still in your party clothes that consisted of a shirt and a short skirt that was sitting kinda lopsided on the base of your hips, hugging your skin tightly. With a rapid hand you removed the garment by unzipping it by the side, kicking the fabric towards the end of the couch with your feet that were bare, you managed to toss your sneakers away whilst you were deep in your imaginations. Except for the bright colors in your mind, the rest of the apartment was dark, not a single light being switched on. Your light source for many of your lonesome nights were the grey poles on which a bulbous light hung, a so-called street light. The blue cold light shone inside, deep dark shadows being casted on the walls by the trees that decorated the sidewalk. 

Lines started to blur between the real and the fake, not sure if you actually felt Changbin’s hands wrapped around your neck or if it was just yet another illusion your mind has decided to put forward. You could feel the warmth from his hands surging down your neck, soothing your heart in a comforting way. It was as if you were being held in a way that made your blood run south, loved and aroused at the same time. It was as if a ball of warmth bubbled inside you, encapsulating you in its aura of happiness and distraction, your hand teasing the the skin on your lower abdomen before it plunged beneath the small pair of cotton panties that had been violently pulled off by your boyfriend some time ago, exactly how much was something you couldn’t tell, the universe simply didn’t allow time. 

Time is an arrow. 

It always goes forward. 

Under the thin elastic your fingers started moving on their own, like they knew what to do, almost imitating what Changbin had done so many nights prior to this one on that murky couch. You couldn’t help but to wonder if he missed you right this moment. Was was he doing? What was he thinking? You wondered if he thought about you whenever he pleasured himself, if it was your name that echoed in the four empty walls of his broken down apartment whenever he came. The thought of his hand wrapped around his cock as he groaned made you sweat, the skin on the underside your knees sticking to each other as your knees were bent, soles flat against the frowning sofa. Automatically you spread your legs, one resting against the wallpapered surface as the other one hung out from the edge of the sofa. With your middle finger you felt the slippery surface, gathering your slick as you swiped up your finger, coating the sensitive bud in stickiness. You clenched around nothing, thinking about how Changbin whispered his praises in a sweet tone like a serenade.

“You’re doing so well y/n, fuck,,, you’re so pretty princess”

You nodded despite there being no one to see, small whimpers forcing their way out of your throat as two fingers circled your clit, spreading one pussy lip with a third finger, widening the area of contact. Your spine arched at anticipation, a faraway feeling approaching with quick strides as you squirmed your hips, butt digging into couch cushions as your gently pinched your slick-covered clit. Your hole was practically begging for more, velvety walls throbbing for pleasure that you didn’t mind giving, slowly inserting your middle finger, followed by a second finger, hissing at the initial stretch and getting used to the feeling, wiggling your fingers inside just like Changbin always does but his fingers filled you up better accompanied by the small marks he left all over your torso and tits, sucking on your delicate nipples with his wet tongue, leaving a trail of saliva as he licked around the valley of your tits, the ticklish feeling causing you to throw your head back. 

“f-faster binnie” you said into thin air, there being no one to answer your request except your fingers that started going faster in and out of your squelching hole, using your thumb to nudge on your clit, desperately trying to move it in circles and moaning as pleasure built up in the pit of your core. You licked your lips, coating them in a thin sheen of spit, imagining his soft lips pressing up against yours, his tongue coaxing yours as he licked your bottom lip, nibbling on it before slipping it into your mouth, the soft surface meeting yours, a languid kiss being exchanged as he panted into the kiss, you whining gently in between breaths. Your hair stood in a mess as you rubbed your head against the fluffy pillow under you, a couple of stray pieces sticking to your forehead that was covered in a lustre of sweat, reflecting in the small amount of light that was looming in the room together with you. Your mind blurred with lewd scenes with him, curving your fingers inside you in order to reach your g-spot and being startled by your own moan when you did, it simply felt too good, especially when thinking that it was his fingers that plunged into your wetness. 

“Just a little bit more y/n,, o-oh shit,,, f-fuck i’m gonna cum”

His voice ringed in your ears, it didn’t have to be loud to be memorable and make your head spin with pure amativeness. Your fingers started to hurt from how vigorously you were pumping them inside yourself, bringing yourself to the edge as you imagined that it was Changbin’s cock, twitching and begging from release, wishing he would cum inside you and paint your walls in his milky white cum, the hot liquid oozing out of your swollen pussy. Your clit throbbed, your breathing getting uneven between your parted lips, your hand being slightly restricted by the fabric of your underwear. 

“Cum for me baby”

It was an automatic response. Your hips convulsing upwards, high-pitched moans bouncing off the walls as you continued to tease your clit, pulling out your fingers and rubbed the swollen bud up and down into overstimulation until you it hurt, your eyes tightly squeezed, small droplets of tears teasing the corners of your shut orbs. The high washed over you, from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes, every body part rushing with adrenaline before coming down in a state of repose. Slowly you withdrew your hand from beneath the fabric, the elastic snapping gently against your skin, fingertips glistening with your juicy release that now also coated your panties as it rubbed against the inside fabric. You slowly opened your eyes, vision blurry before focusing correctly, seeing nothing but darkness and vague outlines of objects. Night had fallen. You sighed, you were alone.A part of you wished at Changbin had been there whenever your glittering doe-eyes sprung open, your plushy lips being met with his but alas you couldn’t get everything in life.

Except that you couldn’t even get anything. At all.

“Binnie!!!” you shouted as soon as you opened your eyes as you woke up on the floor, looking around confused as your voice echoed in the room. You rubbed your eyes, the familiar automated voice and its words still stuck in your head.

“Uh? Over here y/n”

You heard his voice, the sweet tune hitting your eardrums, you looked at the direction of the sound and noticed that you were lying on the main dance floor. No music. No people. You stood up with wobbly knees, looking around and being shone on by a spotlight on the ceiling, watching Changbin drying off a couple of glasses with a kitchen towel, a brown apron sitting snugly around his waist, another piece of useless fabric that hid his well-sculpted body. 

“W-why is there no one here? Are we glitching again?!” your voice panicked as your gaze was busy, landing everywhere from the meaningless neon green exit sign pointing to nowhere to the colorful transparent liquor bottles on the shelves behind your lover. Changbin let out a little snark as he put the glass down, throwing the cloth over his shoulder and leaning on the wooden bar counter.

“No y/n, sometimes many people are busy and that’s when you don’t teleport here,,, you know that already”

You let out a small “oh” in realization before walking over to the bar and throwing yourself into a chair lazily, tapping the table with your pointer finger twice, a quiet signal for help. The kind that alcohol provided. Changbin didn’t say anything, simply scooping some ice into a low glass with pretty carved out details at the bottom, the black haired boy filling up the glass with whiskey, the brown liquid seeping between the cubes of frozen water. It was oddly silent in the club, not from the fact that there wasn’t anyone else there but there was this awkward feeling between the two of you, as cold as the ice cubes that the champagne bottles were resting inside a iron bucket full of ice underneath the bar on one of the shelves. 

“So uhm,,, was everything alright yesterday?” he asked in a low voice, peering at you through hooded eyelids as he tilted the glass, pouring another liquor bottle and pouring the substance in. 

Memories of the night prior flashed past your eyelids causing you to almost choke on your saliva. Changbin looked at you suspiciously, furrowing his eyebrows as he put the glass on the coaster in front of you, watching you gulp down the poison. He had something on his mind, the words were basically danging off his pink lips but he hesitated, something stopped him every time he tried to open his jaw and let the words pour out in a puddle of word-vomit on the floor. The words were lodged in his throat like a boulder, he didn’t know how to say it.

“Something wrong binnie?” you asked with a confused expression, your eyes filled with concerned. What if something had happened in a universe you couldn’t even reach, the boy wandering alone with his concerns? 

You took another sip from the glass, frowning as the alcohol stung your tongue and descended down your esophagus like a ball of fire, observing the contents that you were drinking partly because you were interested in what concoction your boyfriend had made but mostly cause you didn’t want to look him in the eyes in this frigid atmosphere. He shook his head, giving you a non-verbal answer. 

You didn’t believe him. 

By the way his jaw clenched to the awkward posture as he stared at you, he had something to confess and you weren’t sure if you were ready for it, thinking that maybe it would be easier to not ask about it anymore and live in oblivion. 

“Come on~ I know you well enough to know that something isn’t quite right” you said, resting your chin in the palm of your hand, eyeing your boyfriends godly figure, practically drooling over him on the spot. 

“Hmm,,, y-yeah ok,, I do have something to say but,,, I’m not sure how to” he started, your heart starting to beat faster with each syllable he pronounced, thinking that this was the end of your world because he was indeed your entire world. The reason you still smiled.

“Just say it baby, I won’t be angry” you said but not sure if you could keep your promise. 

“I got a place at rehab” 

You started laughing sarcastically, the boy standing perplexed behind the counter. 

“Wh-what’s so funny?” he asked shortly after. 

“You obviously said no, right?”

Silence erupted throughout the establishment, your smile was wiped off your face as you waited for an answer but you felt the tears start bubbling up in your glossy eyes as the silence went on, brimming and coaxing to fall down onto your warm cheek, his expression was blank, a canvas without a paint. In a rage of fit you threw your glass at the nearest wall, the glass shattering in a million pieces just like your heart, impossible to glue together. 

The ice cubes melted on the floor, liquid splattered on the dark glossy floor. There was no saving the broken pieces, it was simply to throw it in the trash. You couldn’t blame Changbin for being startled, backing to the wall that displayed the bottles of alcohol, small lights above them causing the flasks to reflect tiny fractals.

“What the fuck do you mean Changbin, huh?!” you yelled at him, salty tears streaming down your cheeks, hanging off your quivering lips. He could only exhale loudly from his nose, his dusky complexion losing its color the more stressed he got. 

“No, what do you mean? Are you actually serious about letting me rot in my life and not take help when I’ve finally gotten it?” he said, his tone growing louder with each word, him practically growling like a feral wolf. You couldn’t believe the word coming out of his lying mouth. Rot in his life? Why? He had you now. You were all he needed, right?

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier then?” Your voice was expressionless, a string tinted red with betrayal laced in your tone. 

“I was scared.”You scoffed, feeling the frustration in the pit of your stomach like a heavy weight, tears glittering in the bright lights that were on currently, shining down on you as if another dimension had opened. 

One without Changbin. 

With dark eyes you looked at him, a dumbfounded smile causing the corners of your lips to turn upwards, tasting the salt of your sadness as a droplet rolled down and into your mouth. “

I never want to see you again Changbin”

“Don’t say that y/n, p-please don’t say that.” 

His voice was drowsy like he hadn’t slept in days, your theory being more believable as you saw the dark bags under his blank eyes. He had been worrying, worried for your reaction. He took off the apron and put the kitchen towel on the nearest surface before hurrying to exit out through the gate and took strides towards your standing figure but you distanced yourself every time he got closer. You felt yourself getting smaller and smaller as his shadow towered over you, his face not showing compassion but rather irritation. 

“GET AWAY!!” you screamed in a ear-deafening screech, him barely flinching as he had seen worse things in his life than his heartbroken girlfriend getting pressed up against a wall with dark streaks of makeup and tears staining her face, plagued by treachery that was brought upon by the only one she trusted in her life.

Maybe this was deeper than just your boyfriend leaving you. Maybe this was a silent cry to stay and not leave like your father once did. Sure, he was around in your childhood but that’s the thing; he was around, never actively invested in what happened in the life of his child. You didn’t like to look into it. Hell, you barely wanted to talk about it but you couldn’t help but to wonder if that was the reason as to why you had a difficult time with goodbyes. It replayed memories, memories you’d rather forget. Or wish you never had in the first place. 

“The fuck-” said a recognazible voice that belonged to Minho, the male staggering out of the toilets in a hungover haze, scratching his hair as he yawned.

“Huh,,, how long have you been there?” Changbin said, him turning his head to look at Minho whilst standing mere inches from you, sandwiching you between his body and the dark walls. 

“I have no idea,,, just woke up and heard a scream” he replied lazily, still not really registering the situation that was unfolding in front of his very own eyes. You glared at Changbin before pushing him by the shoulders, thinking you would make a big impact but him only losing his balance for a few seconds, with fierce steps you bolted to Minho, the boy sliding his hand down into his pocket the closer you got causing you to stop dead in the tracks. 

You’d rather be heartbroken than deceased. 

“Did you know about this? Did you know that this motherfucker was going to fucking rehab?!” you yelled hysterically towards the boy that picked up a packet of cigarettes instead of a switchblade. He smirked as he put a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, not breaking eye contact with you for a second throughout the entire process, almost hypnotizing you with his looks. 

“Yeah,,, we all knew” that devilish smirk only signaling that he liked the pain he saw in other people, the white lighter in his hands flicking and emitting an orange and purple flame that slowly burned the tip of the deadly stick. 

You wanted to scream on the top of your lungs, break every single one of the bottles on the shelves in a fit of rage before breaking Changbin’s heart, shatter it in pieces and step on it like glass even if it would make shards stick to your wounded and bloody feet. But that’s life. You can never hurt someone without getting hurt back. 

“And so you all decided to be on his side? To defend a liar was the best your stupid fucking head could come up with?” you couldn’t even filter your words, whatever came to your mind rolled off your tongue as smoothly as the words “i love you” once had. 

“Hey y/n! Don’t say that! He had nothing to do with it” Changbin roared, stepping closer with his heavy black boots that could probably smash someone against the concrete by the telephone booth where thousands of stray souls wandered every hour of the short 24 hours we humans have in a day. He put his hand on your arm but you shoved him away, freeing your hand from his grasp and yelling inaudible words at the boy. 

“And that’s why you don’t date a psycho, am I right Changbin?” Minho laughed, lodging the cigarette between his pointer- and middle finger, blowing the smoke towards you as a careless gesture. Changbin looked done, rolling his eyes at the other boy before shaking his head, his hair bouncing in a fluffy manner as he moved. 

“Not now Min” he answered simply, keeping his composure but you on the other hand were boiling with anger, feeling your heartbeat in your ears. You let out a half laughter filled with sarcasm.

“Somehow the real psycho has the audacity to say that to me, huh? Who the fuck do you guys think you are? You guys think it’s cool to live like this?” you said, your voice becoming frail at the end of your sentence, breaking as new tears weighed on your eyelashes and dropped down on the floor beneath you. 

“No we don’t y/n and that’s why Changbin is getting help. Don’t you see it? You are hurting him by keeping him here.”

Minho’s words stung more than a thousand needles piercing through your raw flesh. 

He was right.

The entire relationship rested on a foundation of suffering that you fed with repeatedly withdrawing from help that could make you blossom into the person you once were. Deep down you knew that this relationship was impossible, you knew it before you even fell for him but the thing is that you didn’t choose to fall in love, it happens. There’s a reason as to why it’s called ‘falling in love’, because once you’ve jumped you can’t expect to stand on the top of the cliff again. Only at the view from halfway down do you realize that maybe this wasn’t the right time and space. 

You looked at Changbin that held his hands out, wanting to hug you and make everything feel alright, like it was before and you couldn’t help but to melt at how his eyes rounded, twinkling by the thousands of lights around the room and reflecting in his teary eyes. With the arm of your sleeve you wiped off the tears, makeup rubbing off on the fabric but you couldn’t give less of a thought before Changbin wrapped his hands around you, tears falling at a rapid pace as you sobbed into the neck of your boyfriend, breathing in his musky scent that infiltrated your bloodstream and made your heart stop for just a brief moment before pounding harder than before, powered by longing. 

“I’m s-sorry Changbin” you said in between sobs, words coming out in broken syllables, it was difficult forming a sentence let alone an apology. Changbin shook his head as he put his hand on the back of your neck, descending down and rubbing your back soothingly.

“Don’t apologize y/n, you didn’t do anything wrong” His voice ran down your spine, the boy pulling away from the hug and holding you by the shoulders, looking deeply into your eyes as he spoke. 

“I love you and I will never forget you”

You nodded, your face in distress with tears and snot, puffy eyes looking back at him. 

“W-when are you leaving t-then?” you asked timidly to which Changbin responded by breaking eye contact.

“In two days.” You sighed, not sure if you should be sad. What kind of partner tells you that important of an announcement just two days prior? But you understood, he was just as scared as you. 

Scared of the unknown. Alcohol had been a part of his life for a long time, it was his comfort and now suddenly he needed to adapt to a life without it, a life in sobriety. You weren’t the only scared one. The both of you heard Minho picking up the shards of glass with his bare hands, throwing it in the trash as he smoked, not even needing to remove the cigarette from between his lips in order to exhale the smoke, grey clouds billowing out of the corner of his mouth and filling the area with the scent of over 70 harmful substances. 

In the distance you heard footsteps coming from the dark room that was pretty much the only private space in the building, Felix and Jisung walking out, their expressions changing from happy to confused upon seeing your face and Minho cleaning up. 

“W-what,,,” Jisung started but Minho put his pointer finger to his lips before removing the cigarette from his lips and mouthing to the younger boys.

“He told her”

Both Jisung and Felix nodded slowly, their eyes big as saucers as they mouthed a small “oh” back before casting a glance at the two of you, two bodies melting in a touch that could be the last one.

“What will I do without you Changbin?” you said, looking down at the ground. He sighed before smiling at you. 

“What you’ve always done y/n,,, fight for yourself because one day you will make it” he said, cupping your cheek in his hand and swiping his thumb across the tears on your cheek, the dampness remaining on the rough pads of his thumb. 

“B-but don’t worry y/n! It’s in two days,,, maybe I’ll be back tomorrow” he said, you seeing that the boys nodded their heads in the corners of your eyes. 

“Alright,,, I’ll trust you,,, I always do”

“You guys can go and I don’t know,,, talk in that other room,,, we’ll take care of stuff out here” Minho said, flicking the ashes off the end of the cigarette one last time before throwing it in the sink, the boy standing in the bar together with the the other two boys. You and Changbin nodded, making your way past them and entering the dark room that had now become a place where only memories live. With hesitance you sat down on the couch, Changbin doing the same. You glanced over at him, slowly tilting your head against his shoulder and exhaling loudly through your nose. 

The momentary silence wasn’t awkward. It was comforting. 

Silence was what this place needed, moments away from everything related to partying and drinking until your liver failed. 

“Do you remember the first time we met?” he said with a laugh, you giggling with him.

“Of course I do, it wasn’t even that long ago but,,, it feels like forever.” 

He nodded, glancing at your hand for a moment before grabbing it, his warm hand wrapping around your cold one, lacing his fingers with yours. 

“I don’t want you to leave binnie,,, t-this is unfair.” Tears started bubbling up in your throat again, your breathing getting unstable as your gaze was fixed on the ground. 

“I don’t want to leave either y/n but,,, what if we meet in the right dimension? What if that’s what happens? That when you,,, start loving yourself for who you are,,, maybe that’s when you meet the one that will continue to heal you?”

Changbin’s words made a lot of sense. Nobody knew what happened to the people that descended to the real world again. What adventures they were on or who they were loving at this point in time so maybe that did happen. It made you smile, your heart filled with hope, something you hadn’t felt since he said those doomed words earlier. You turned to him, his lips lingering dangerously close to yours to the point where you could feel his hot breath brushing up against the apples of your cheeks. He leaned in, attaching his lips on yours one last time, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear and holding you by the back of your neck, his thumb caressing the knuckles of your hand. You kissed him back, slipping your tongue into his mouth in a deep exchange of saliva intertwined with yearning. The kiss formed an even pace, you tilted your head to the side causing the kiss to get intense, his wet tongue gliding against yours, your pout swelling as he bit your bottom lip, blood rushing into it. He could almost feel yours eyelashes fluttering against the bridge of his nose. He pulled away, landing a final peck on your soft lips before nibbling the inside of his cheek in nervosity, unsure as to why he was nervous in the first place. Maybe the thought that he would never kiss you again. You put your hands around him, rubbing your dark tinted cheeks against his shirt that was luckily in a darker color as well. He smelled like home, like comfort.

A murky scent mixed with tobacco and ephemerality.

 You haven't seen Changbin since that day. 

“How have you been y/n?” said the woman sitting opposite you, tapping her pen against the A5 block of secrets that rested against a folder that has your name on the side, filled with results of various psychological tests. You shrugged your shoulders, looking out the window where the ivys growed over the glass.

“I’ve been alright,,, although I miss someone” you answered, your eyes meeting the curious ones of your psychologist that observed your body language, your foot shaking in the air as your legs were folded on top of each other. 

“Who do you miss y/n?” she asked. You thought about telling her the truth but then had you ever done that in this office?

“Doesn’t matter,,, Just someone” you answered shortly to which the lady nodded. 

“Longing is a very difficult feeling, sometimes there’s nothing you can do about it since the only thing that will cure it is seeing that person again but of course, that’s not always possible” she said, you observing the marbled pattern on the vinyl floor. You agreed, not knowing what else to do before she started talking about something else that was connected to your well-being, wondering how you are coping with still being on the hunt for a job and having your mental health to care about in the meanwhile. 

The session ended as it always does. By you walking out of the office with an orange post-it note where the next appointment was scheduled in messy writing and with a warm goodbye to your psychologist that was a nice person. It was just that you didn’t really care for her advice and you yet again felt horrible for not taking the help you got when other people in the world couldn’t afford the same experience. The wind hit you in the face as you exited out to reality, out from the solace of the office and the building that held countless of skin-crawling memories. You pulled your jacket closer to your body, walking with quick strides towards the convenience store in order to buy gum and something sweet that could stop the world from leaving a bitter taste in your mouth at all times. A bell above the door tinkled as you stepped into the store, the grey welcome mat being a soft surface to step on with your sneakers. You casted a glance at the staff, seeing the gum you always bought by the cash register and the back of a young man in a black jacket with a baseball cap, looking upwards at the cigarettes and talking to the cashier in a husky voice. You walked past aisles of various snacks and other necessities, hearing the man talking in a voice that made your head spin, sending you into a deja vu feeling.This voice, this very voice was familiar. 

“That one,, yeah,,, thanks! Oh,, just gonna grab something real quick” he said, his footsteps getting closer to you that were hunched over, looking for the banana milk on the lower shelves and squinting your eyes as tried to look further back to see if you missed a bottle by mistake. Your eyes lit up as you saw it, stretching out your hand but in that moment you didn’t feel the cool plastic layer of the yellow manufactured drink but instead a slightly warm hand that was bigger than yours, clad in a couple of silver rings. You quickly apologized and peered upwards, your eyes landing on a couple of dark hooded eyes that made your heart start to race. The lips were plump, a bit dusky in color from the cold weather. A sharp jaw that led to a prominent chin. A triangular nose that connected to a pair of strong bushy eyebrows. A face you had so longed to see. A hand you hadn’t held in what felt like an eternity. There the two of you were, holding the same bottle of banana milk in the flickering light of the store, the coldness emitting from the refrigerated shelves.

It was him.

It was Changbin. 

He was right. 

Only when one decided to heal was it destined for you to meet in a dimensions that was real. A dimension that didn’t consist of an odd phone number and a crimson telephone booth. A world away from the loud music and booze and instead entering a world that had earlier been dark but now got lighter, your tunnelvision ending and objects getting their color back. The world seemed real again. Alive like the way scent of a rose made its way down your lungs and into your blood, feeding the feeling of love from within.

You met him. 

In a different place, in a different time. But you met the same person.

The person you were destined to meet. 

Taglist ; @minholuvs @liz820​ @skztrashbag @lix-freckle3​ 

#stray kids angst #stray kids smut #skz smut #changbin smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids fanfic #stray kids drabbles #skzsmut #skz x stay #skz x y/n #skz x reader #skz x you #skz x female reader #skz imagines #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x reader #stray kids x stay #stray kids x female reader #changbin x y/n #changbin x female reader #changbin x you #changbin x reader

[bridgyrose]

Cute ladybug au where Ruby proposes to Blake in front of Kali?

Ruby smiled a bit as she leaned into Blake, listening to her girlfriend’s breathing. It was the first time she had come to Menagerie just to visit: no hunts, no work, just for a break and to spend time with her family. Sure, Weiss, Yang, Penny, Sun, and Ilia came along for the trip too, but they all seemed occupied with their own adventures while running about. Ilia made sure that her girlfriends were occupied and Sun showed Yang all the best spots to spar, even if all those best spots were recommendations from Ilia to get him as far away from her as possible. But it did allow for a bit of peace and quiet. 

“Do either of you need anything?” Kali politely asked as she sat down a tray of drinks in front of Blake and Ruby. 

Ruby shook her head. “I’m good, but thank you. Its nice to be able to just… relax.” 

“Oh shush. I know you were complaining before we got here,” teased Blake as she messed with Ruby’s hair. 

“That was before I realized just how relaxing Menagerie is.” 

Kali chuckled a bit at the two, giving a small smile to her daughter. “I like this one.” 

“You say that about everyone I bring over here.” 

Ruby giggled a bit, cuddling more into Blake. “But I’m the first person to actually make you happy.” 

“Only because you’re the first person to show me just what I was missing.” Blake relaxed a bit and laid back, pulling Ruby on top of her. “You showed me what it was like to be truly loved for who I am.” 

“Speaking of…” Ruby sat up and fumbled around with her pack, digging through a couple pockets. “I was hoping that maybe tonight, we could go to that festival. You, me, your parents… maybe with the others if they can behave.” 

“Between Sun and Ilia, I doubt it.” 

Ruby quickly took a small box out of her pack and stuffed it into a small pocket on her cloak. “But I think it’d be nice if you can teach me a bit more about Menagerie’s customs. And maybe experience a few.” 

Blake nodded, sitting up and giving Ruby a kiss. “I dont see a problem with that.” 

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Ruby smiled as she watched a few performers twirl around staves with fire on the ends, creating beautiful patterns in the dark. She knew the town was busy, but once the festival had started, she realized just how many people were around. Small stalls lined the roads, selling meat buns, sweet pork, and all manner of fish. There were even stalls that sold local goods to the few outsiders that managed to visit around this time of year, providing shells that were turned into jewelry along with other trinkets. 

“If you’re feeling a bit overwhelmed, we can head out.” Blake placed a hand on Ruby’s shoulder, trying to stay close to her. “I know we’re still a relatively small village compared to the other kingdoms-” 

“Dont worry, I’m fine.” Ruby smiled and turned to Blake. “Yeah, there’s a lot going on, but I dont mind as long as I’m with you.” 

The performance came to an end as one of the fire eaters breathed out fire over the crowd, practically lighting up the night. The crowd roared with cheers as the fire started to twist, one of the performers, a faunus with glowing scales, used his semblance to make the fire move around, creating a large dragon high above the crowd. 

Ruby placed a hand in her cloak pocket, fumbling around with the box. “A-actually, now that I think about it, think we can get somewhere a bit more private?” 

“Sure, we can start heading home-” 

“No, not home. I want to stay out here, just… some place out of the way. Maybe somewhere quiet we can talk.” 

Blake smiled and took Ruby’s free hand, leading her to just the place. A bit away from the festival was a small hill overlooking the dock, allowing the perfect place to stargaze. She sat down on a small patch of grass, overlooking the sea. “I used to come here all the time when I was little before I left my parents.” 

“I can see why.” Ruby sat down next to her, smiling a bit as she looked up at Blake, seeing her figure lit up by the stars in the night sky. There’s a reason I wanted us alone.” 

“And what’s that?” 

Ruby took a deep breath and moved a bit away from Blake, slowly pulling out the small box. She opened it up, revealing a small ring with garnets in the shape of a rose. “Blake Belladonna, you make me the happiest woman I know and I would like to spend the rest of my life with you.” 

Blake went silent as she looked between Ruby and the ring, unable to get a word out. “I… I dont know what to say.” 

“Well you could tell her yes.” 

Blake nearly jumped as she heard her mother’s voice behind her. She quickly turned around, feeling flustered. “Mom!” 

Kali smiled a bit as she watched the two. “Just pretend I’m not even here.” 

Blake sighed and shook her head, turning her attention back to Ruby. “I swear…” She took a deep breath, taking Ruby’s hand. “Yes. I want to marry you.” 

Ruby smiled and pulled Blake into a kiss, the fire dragon in the sky exploding into a thousand tiny embers behind them. For once, everything felt right. 

#rwby #ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #blake belladonna #kali belladonna #drabbles #shippy drabbles #ladybug #rwby ladybug #ruby x blake #blake x weiss #does Kali just showing up count?

[texanredrose]

Look Before You...

Blake took her seat, sweeping her gaze over the field currently filled with ‘knights’ from all over Menagerie. While they’d operated as a kingdom for years, only recently did they begin matching the other kingdoms of Remnant in certain ways and first came the overwhelming vote for the Belladonna family to become the ruling family. Her dad had tried explaining that that wasn’t how it worked, you couldn’t be voted into kingship, but it became one of the few arguments he lost during his tenure as Chieftain of Menagerie- a title he continued to hold, with the wider understanding being that he was their king and just had a unique title, which most people accepted enthusiastically. It seemed to be the widely accepted logic that, since they were exiled and driven away from the rest of Remnant, they didn’t need to strictly adhere to the other kingdoms’ precedents. When they did, it was with a bit of cheek, as evidenced by the array of ‘knights’ preparing to fight in the grand melee.

In other kingdoms, knighthood came after years of testing or with the proper bloodline. In Menagerie, anyone willing to challenge Ghira to a duel would become a knight after. The challenge came in the fact that her father was a moving mountain who spoke softly but hit very hard. Alternatively, prospects could challenge Blake’s mom, Kali, but even fewer would dare attempt that challenge. It was common knowledge that Chieftain Ghira, although strong, would simply beat you and leave it at that; Chieftain Kali, on the other hand, would usually leave you with a scar- not out of malice, of course, but because her opponents underestimated her and she sometimes couldn’t pull back her blows in time.

Blake shifted, one ear flicking back to hear the metallic tink of her sword’s scabbard hitting her chair. This would mark the first time Blake would be challenged as well for knighthood, which would be after the grand melee; the reasoning being that, those who felt well enough to continue fighting after the melee would be just as taxed fighting the relatively young Chief as they would fighting fresh against the more experienced Chieftains. Blake, for her part, looked forward to the tests to come; faunus all over Menagerie had taken up combat arts in the past year, starting the moment the tournament was announced. It would be an important, historic moment for them as a people.

Not least because the other kingdoms were becoming nervous about how easily the faunus thrived on the desert island they’d written off as being uninhabitable.

“You look bored.”

“I’m impatient,” she replied, sparing her best friend a glance. “I’m surprised you didn’t join the tournament. Isn’t the grand melee exactly the sort of fun you’d be dying to have?”

Sun shrugged, leaning on his bo staff as he stood next to her with a wide grin. “Yeah, but I’m already a knight. There’s no real benefit to me joining in, except fighting you at the end, and we do that enough when we’re training.”

“Well, I think it would be fun to fight in the melee,” she said, picking out the specific styles of weapons and matching them to the different regions around Menagerie. But then, her attention was caught by one figure specifically. “Is… that…”

“Something wrong, dear?” Her father took his seat behind her, awaiting the signal to officially begin the grand melee. When he followed the direction of her gaze, he saw what she did and muttered a curse under his breath. “An Atlesian knight.”

“A high ranking one at that.” Her mother mused, cautiously intrigued. “You can tell by the helmet.”

Blake didn’t know the different Atlesian knight ranks well enough to be able to discern much more but she did know that the closer the armor resembled the late King’s, the higher the rank, and this one matched the description she’d heard and read to the smallest detail, even the plume down the backside of the helmet. If not one of the Royal Knights, this one was close to the top of the order, despite seeming so… small and slim, standing there among the other warriors. The armor added bulk but it didn’t match up to the farmers turned warriors surrounding the knight. “What an Atlesian doing here?”

“I don’t know… but they haven’t started any trouble yet. Keep an eye on them, Blake.” Ghira rose to his feet and bellowed out that all might hear him. “Welcome, all, to the first annual Unified Menagerie Tourney! As a celebration of overcoming our struggles thus far, the first event will be the grand melee. Those arranged before you will fight until only one stands and, then, whoever can muster their strength may face Chief Blake to earn their knighthood. Then, we look at the advancements we’ve made…”

As her father continued to explain the three days’ worth of events, Blake watched the Atlesian knight, who seemed to hardly acknowledge anything aside from the details regarding the grand melee. It annoyed her, to some extent, because she felt like the knight might be there as some sort of statement, as if to prove that an Atlesian knight could best anyone in Menagerie. Then, she noticed something else. “That knight doesn’t have a shield.”

“Isn’t that a big taboo in Atlas?” Sun leaned towards the edge of the elevated box they sat in, tilting his head. “Everyone uses the same style; only the royal family can go without a shield, because their knights are their shield?”

“Maybe it’s not an Atlesian at all?”

“That might be worse.” Sun cringed. “Don’t think Atlas will be too happy if they hear someone wearing their armor got their butt kicked at our tourney.”

Blake pressed her lips into a thin line, watching the knight’s posture.

“As a reminder, all events are in the spirit of celebration and community; as such, killing blows are strictly prohibited during the grand melee,” her father said, impressively not allowing his gaze to linger on the Atlesian. “With that, contestants, assume your positions and prepare for the fight to begin!”

As the contestants moved to make a large circle, Blake watched the Atlesian’s movements with all her attention. However, the longer she watched, the more she noticed that the knight appeared to be… supremely uncomfortable, or at least unaccustomed to wearing the armor; their movements were sluggish and they turned awkwardly, as if they lacked any sort of awareness as to their size and expected to bump into something they couldn’t see at any moment. In fact, the more the knight moved, the less alarmed Blake felt; if anything, she worried that Sun might have a point and the person in the armor wasn’t Atlesian at all. That would be a diplomatic headache if word got back to the royal family of Atlas.

Her parents exchanged a look of concern but remained silent until the circle had formed. Then, her mother stood up and shouted. 

“Begin!”

A horn was blown and about forty people shouted in response and charged forward. Metal clashed as weapons crossed, but in the hectic melee, Blake watched the Atlesian knight’s movements closest and… well, there was skill there, somewhere, but the person beneath the armor obviously had never worn it before during combat. Their left arm rose, a thin blade- so unlike the universally larger swords favored by Atlesians- blocking or deflecting errants attacks, but it seemed… sluggish. They certainly weren’t used to the limited view of the helmet, unaware of someone swinging a giant hammer at their back until it smashed into their backplate. No matter who was in the armor or what their attentions were, Blake winced when the blow landed; it looked painful.

The knight was sent sprawling in the dirt and essentially forgotten about; while many grand melees operated under the idea that a contestant either died, ran away, or won, and no one cared how many fell into the first category, this one was different. As long as an opponent stayed on the ground or only crawled, they would be left alone; the last person standing would be crowned victor, and each was in charge of gauging whether getting back up would be a wise idea. The knight got back up.

“Tenacious,” Ghira said. “I would’ve stayed down.”

“Only in a contest,” Kali replied, a lilt to her voice. “If something was riding on it, though, you’d get back up.”

He nodded. “True. They must be fighting for something.”

The knight- perhaps because of their weakened defense, perhaps because they were the only one fully armored, perhaps because they had the audacity to wear a foreign kingdom’s armor, who could really tell the motivation- became the favored target of those closest to them. Hammers, maces, mauls, swords, clubs, axes: every weapon on display turned against the knight, who met or blocked most but couldn’t be quick enough to block them all. When a battleax struck the knight in the head, a cascade of sparks indicating the killing edge of the ax had penetrated the helm, Blake thought the knight would stay down. It would be safer. But the knight got back up.

“Why won’t you stay down?” Blake leaned forward as the knight stumbled back a few steps, their right hand reaching up and roughly pulling off their helmet.

If possible, many mysteries were solved by the act, only to be replaced by a plethora more as an uproar began rising through the crowd. The entire Belladonna family jumped to their feet and leaned forward, each disbelieving what they could plainly see before them. Blake leaned against the banister, straining her eyes and ears for any hint of deception- because, surely, what she was seeing couldn’t be what was actually happening.

Yet, as the helmet fell to the ground, the visage of the mysterious knight became visible- piercing blue eyes, a scar across the left just a few weeks’ healed, and long white hair like an unbroken line of moonlight. In other words, a member of the Atlesian royal family, and a very prominent figure at that: Princess Weiss Schnee. She was busy fumbling with the straps to her chestplate while Ghira tried to call an end to the melee- the last thing they needed was a royal heir of another kingdom being seriously injured during the tournament- but the roar of the crowd drowned him out. Blake held her breath, unsure of what she expected or what she wanted to happen next.

Then, the Princess tossed aside the breastplate and all its attached bits- the heaviest part of her armor- and raised her sword, bellowing something at the opponents who surrounded her. Whatever she said, it moved a few of them, and three stepped forward to meet her. Three weapons sought to strike at her, without the bulk of her armor.

However, without the bulk of her armor, she was quicker than anyone expected. Without the helmet, she had her full field of vision; without the breastplate, she could twist and turn easily; without the pauldons, she could lift her arm with ease. Her sword flashed, knocking aside two of the three weapons turned against her- a scythe and a battleaxe- while meeting the third- a sword- which she batted away. She was akin to a dancer gliding across the battlefield now, twisting and turning to keep her blade between her and her enemies, even when they surrounded her. The wise ones, those who had battled previously, chose now to weed out some of their opponents, fighting off to the side, while those who had little experience attempted to best the Atlesian.

“Stop the melee!” Ghira took a deep breath, preparing to bellow the words when it became apparent that he couldn’t be heard over the raucous excitement below. But Kali put a hand on his forearm.

“Wait… she wants to fight; let her fight.”

Blake could see it, too. Doffing her armor hadn’t made her invulnerable; she still seemed to be at a disadvantage and a few blows managed to land anyway. Yet, she kept getting back to her feet. One didn’t submit to this sort of punishment for no reason. Blood ran from an open wound on her head on the opposite side of the scar and she was clearly having difficulty breathing- perhaps a bruised or broken rib from the hammer blow earlier.

The veterans had nearly thinned out all the other contestants and the Atlesian had done her part to discourage the rest from continuing to fight. 

But everyone had their limits, and the Princess found hers when one of the veterans wielding a giant hammer took a swing from her blindside. The blow sent her sprawling and though she obviously struggled to try and regain her feet, another defeated contender nearby lifted his head just enough and seemed to say something to the Atlesian. Whatever he said, it convinced the woman to simply lay down until one of the tournament’s attendants hurried in to whisk her and the other defeated combatants away.

Blake turned immediately.

“Cub.” Her father’s voice held equal parts a warning and concern. 

“I’m just going to make sure she’s alright.” She was already halfway down the stairs by the time she responded, searching for where the disqualified contenders were brought. She could see some tents where people limped about and the occasional cry from wounds being tended drew her towards them. A few people acknowledged her- attendants who had no interest in watching the melee, competitors awaiting one of the later events, and those who left the melee but had recovered enough to move of their own power- but no one stopped her as she searched through those wounded during the melee to find the Atlesian. She eventually found the woman struggling to pick up her dirty and discarded breastplate, stringing together words in what Blake thought was Old High Atlesian but could’ve easily been an eldritch curse. “Well, at least you’re standing.”

Those piercing blue eyes landed on her with a force similar to one of the hammer blows she suffered earlier but softened almost immediately as her expression shifted from fury to embarrassment. “Your Highness, you needn’t worry about a- a lowly warrior-”

“You’re the Princess of Atlas.” Blake crossed her arms over her chest. “I think you underestimate how recognizable you are or how intelligent I am. Hopefully, it’s the former.”

Although her lips twisted into a sour expression, she nodded. “It is, I assure you. I intend no disrespect, Your Highness.”

Blake’s eyes narrowed, unsure what game the Princess might be playing at, seeing as they were of equivocal rank as far as Blake could see: both daughters to ruling monarchs. If anything, Blake might be positioned slightly higher, as she was an only child and Weiss was second born, but hardly enough to warrant the constant, stiff formality of the Atlesian aristocracy. Then again, she would expect an Atlesian to disregard her rank entirely simply to snub her. “None taken… Your Highness.”

They held each other’s gaze for a moment longer before they were interrupted by a tourney attendant entering the tent bearing a tray with a tea set.

“Ah, Chief Blake, apologies for intruding-”

“It’s fine.” Amber eyes fell on the tray, noting the single cup. “Could you bring a second cup?”

“Of course.” A low bow after setting down the tray preceded the attendant- a ram faunus, if she didn’t miss her guess- ducked back out of the tent.

“I hope you don’t mind,” she said, taking the teapot and pouring the cup. It had to be some sort of Atlesian tea, dark and pungent, as no tea leaf in Menagerie was that dark brown color. Then again, Atlas sat high in the mountains amid snow and ice while most of the tea shrubs they cultivated in Menagerie were surrounded by dirt and desert; it seemed there was some sort of inverse relationship between the color that surrounded a tea bush and the color of the liquid it produced. “But I find myself curious as to what a member of the Atlesian royal family is doing joining a tournament in Menagerie.” She picked up the saucer and held it out to Weiss, making it clear that she’d poured the cup for the woman and not herself. “Perhaps you can indulge me over a cup?”

Weiss looked at her as one might regard a snake poised to bite before relenting, sighing heavily and letting the breastplate drop unceremoniously to the floor so she could accept the saucer. “I suppose.”

Her ears canted back. “I don’t want to twist your arm about it.”

“It’s… not that.” The woman sighed, frustrated, and trudged over to a chair, setting down the saucer on a nearby low table as she eased herself into the seat, her greaves creaking with each step. “I’d hoped to earn a knightship as a means of proving… something.”

“Something?” Blake grabbed a chair and brought it over next to Weiss as the attendant returned. She poured herself a cup from the teapot and sat down next to the Atlesian. 

“Yes, something- if I could articulate it-”

“That wasn’t me prompting you,” she said, settling into her seat and grabbing her saucer. “It was… I suppose a bit of camaraderie. I know what it’s like trying to prove something you can’t explain… and you aren’t sure if you’re proving it to someone else or yourself.” A small smile. “To put your mind at ease, you can still attempt to earn your knightship; you don’t need to defeat me to earn the title.”

Weiss narrowed her eyes, pride bristling. “Are you implying I couldn’t defeat you?” Blake pointedly looked over the woman’s battered form. “I don’t mean right this moment, damnit.”

“I’m not sure but I’d like to see you try.” As she took a sip from her cup, Blake paused, then spat the whatever it was out of her mouth as her expression twisted up. “What is this? This tea is horrible!”

“It’s not tea; it’s coffee,” Weiss said, barely concealing her amusement behind her cup as she took a long sip without flinching.

Blake threw her a baleful look while setting down her saucer. “You knew.”

“I knew that I’d given her coffee grounds and told her how to make coffee and that she brought me back what smelled like coffee; you were the one who thought you knew what was in the teapot. You could’ve asked.”

The attendant from before- either anticipating the fallout or hearing Blake’s reaction- appeared with a second teapot that poured blessedly green tinted tea. She almost burned her throat trying to wash out the taste left in her mouth. “I hope you realize this is even more incentive to make you regret applying for knightship in my kingdom, Princess.”

“Then my impending knightship will be all the sweeter once it’s won, Chief.”

As much as she should be annoyed by the flippant response, Blake found herself smiling before taking another sip of her tea.

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