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clarste · 3 years

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Since it's been a few weeks, what's your opinion on Chapter 8 of Arknights? Reading about your opinion on other pieces of Arknights has been very nice so far.

I find this enemy description inordinately amusing so I will start with this before going to spoilers below the break.

1) First of all I am a sucker for flashbacks following the villain, so the basic structure of Chapter 8 was right up my alley. Even if Talulah's arc was more or less predictable—who among us did not expect Alina to die? I think some people might feel that it was a little too long, but honestly I think it said everything it needed to say and frankly there is nothing more important the chapter could have said. If anything, the parts that weren't about Talulah would be first on my chopping list if I were editing this story down. In particular, the whole bit with Kal'tsit and the sarcophagus and all that had almost nothing to do with the themes of this chapter or the Reunion arc, so they seemed especially superfluous. Even if that story might have been interesting told on its own.

2) Talulah. The main character of this chapter, obviously. I think there are two different angles to approach her from that seem almost mutually exclusive, which are that A) she is a tragic figure who started with noble ideals but was pushed to her limits until she became a ruthless shell of her former self and B) she is literally possessed by Kaschey, ie: the Deathless Black Snake, who is the immortal spirit of Imperialism manipulating the country of Ursus into a constant state of war. From what I've seen of people’s reactions, I think most people focus more on angle B, which makes sense because that is literally true in the story, but what I took from it is that it's a lot more ambiguous than that.

What I mean is that the story is constantly emphasizing that the Deathless Black Snake can only take action as long as Talulah agrees with it. It's more insidious than just an external ghost taking control of her (and thereby freeing her of responsibility for her actions), it's a philosophy that was planted in her by her mentor, a way of thinking, an idea. A living meme. So when I say that it's the immortal spirit of imperialism, I don't mean that as a joke, it is the embodiment of imperialism itself, of imperialist ideals and goals, manifested in this particular person the moment she starts seeing her enemies as obstacles to be eliminated instead of people with their own motivations. I certainly don't think that the trigger for the transformation was set arbitrarily, that's just Who She Needed To Be in order to buy into the ideas that Kaschey and the Snake had taught her from a young age. It’s also an ancient god taking physical control over her, but hey, it's fantasy.

Ultimately, we didn't defeat the Deathless Black Snake in battle, we just gave Talulah second thoughts. And she will live with what she's done for the rest of her life.

3) Amiya. In this chapter, more than anywhere else, it's clear that Amiya is the main character of Arknights. Sure, we have whatever Kal'tsit is plotting, and whatever the hell the Doctor is, but that doesn't actually matter. In fact, they spent this entire chapter walking around in the basement and never once interacting with Talulah. The Doctor shows up at the end with no idea what's going on or what happened, which is quite comical when you think about it.

By contrast, Amiya sees the big picture. Of the three people on top of the tower during the climax, only Amiya knows what both Talulah and Chen have been through, or indeed what she’s been though. What brought them all to that point. She is watching all these flashbacks right alongside us through her empathy powers. Which, as I've mentioned before, is really the best superpower in this setting: the power to see the world through someone else's eyes, and to feel the pain that drives them. And we, the players, feel what she feels. In a certain sense, she's even more of a player avatar here than even the Doctor, which I mean in the best possible way.

And of course her empathy gives her cool shounen superpowers that are suspiciously similar to Emiya Shirou, but I will allow it.

4) Chen. Chen is honestly kind of the weak link here, imo. While of course we've been following her character arc since chapter 3 and I don't mind where they've taken her, it ironically kind of felt to me like she had no personal stakes in the final battle. Which is odd since the story seemed to be hammering that it's all personal for her, what with Talulah being her long-lost sister and all that. The problem (imo) is that her close relationship with Talulah is all Told-Not-Shown, and also that Talulah is being possessed by the Deathless Black Snake, so it kind of feels like she's being left out of the loop, both in terms of knowing the facts and also emotionally.

I'm not saying she doesn't get any good lines, or that her banter with Amiya isn't cool or funny, I'm just saying that what should have been a big emotional moment at the climax of the story just sort of fell flat for me, and I was left wondering "wait, why is Chen here again?"

That said, I did enjoy her bit afterward where she's like "you need to stand fair trial for your crimes, Talulah, but in this world that discriminates against the Infected, there’s nowhere worthy of giving you one." I feel that sums up the game's stance on these things quite succinctly.

5) Rosmontis. Rosmontis had sort of an interesting arc here because it separated her from Amiya and I almost want to say that was a good thing? While I thought her relationship to Amiya was one of the most interesting things about her in the previous chapter, it almost feels like it was preventing her from forming bonds with other people and becoming a more well-rounded person? I guess what I want to say that is that Rosmontis was being coddled, sheltered, treated as a child. While some would call her a monster, Amiya was always around to say "no no no, don't listen to them, you're cute!" And while that was certainly nice of Amiya, it feels like what truly made her accept herself was almost the opposite: being accepted as a monster (or rather, a person with monstrous powers) by people used to fighting alongside monsters. Being told that she's allowed to hate the people who hurt her, and to be ruthless to her enemies. That her own emotions, both good or bad, are valid. For the first time, she felt human.

What you'll note, of course, is that these aren't exactly heroic virtues, and in fact they're kind of similar to what Amiya rejects and what got Talulah into so much trouble? Honestly I don't know if I would say Rosmontis is a good person right now, but what she is doing is thinking on her own for the first time, and deciding what's right and wrong for herself. It sounds almost malicious to put it this way, but it's like Amiya and Rhodes Island were trying to mold her into someone she's not. In some ways the opposite of what Kaschey did to Talulah.

I don't think her story is over yet, of course, but I found it an interesting direction to take. Rosmontis is on the path to find her own justice, which may or may not align with Rhodes Island's.

Also, kitty:

6) W. Back when I was doing a write-up for chapter 7, I said that maybe she would have been better off being recruitable in chapter 8 instead of 7, because it seemed a little early in her arc for that. I was wrong. She wouldn't fit in for chapter 8 either. Honestly she probably shouldn't be recruitable at all right now, not that I'm complaining as someone who uses her. Just, you know, narratively she is not at a place where she would consider joining RI, and in fact she ends the chapter pretty much going "later losers, I hope we never meet again." Which implies that the W in my squad right now is like a totally different person who is either from an alternate dimension or the future, after a lot of character development. That's not like the worst thing ever, it just seems a little weird to have her right now. W's story isn't about Reunion and never was. It's about Theresa and Babel, which as of now we are still only getting little hints of. I'd be glad to see that story when it happens, but until then W's just kind of there.

7) Themes. For some reason, this one line in this chapter really hit me. While it's not literally true, especially if you count all the former child slaves or feral children and whatnot, it does feel broadly true that most of the characters come from middle-class backgrounds. Like, your Krooses and Orchids of the world. Kal'tsit goes on to explain that this is because RI can only really recruit in cities, and that rural Infected tend to get thrown into the wilderness on their own and have no idea that RI exists.

Interestingly, this idea also sort of comes up in Talalah's side, when it's revealed that Talulah is the daughter of a duke, making her followers hesitate for a moment. While I don't recall it being explicitly spelled out, the implication was obviously that she's not "one of them" and this might be a cause for distrust. But what are "they' exactly? Clearly she is in fact Infected, she made sure of that herself. But she wasn't abandoned in the same way her followers were. She had a choice, and chose to side with the Infected. Which is honorable of her and all, but it also indicates a fundamental disconnect between them because they never had a choice. She could've used her influence to hide her oripathy and be treated like a normal person (as we saw happened with both Chen and Patriot), or used her wealth to get sent to a fancy private hospital like Rhodes Island, with the latest medical technology and treatments.

So while the story focuses on the discrimination of the Infected, it's clear here that that's not really the only thing going on. Being Infected means little to those in power, while for those without power it's just an an excuse to intrude on their lives and make sure they aren't "harboring any Infected" or whatever. Basically the story starts discussing intersectionality, which I found interesting.

8) This is a good line:

#not touhou #arknights #chapter 8 #roaring flare #if we don't pick a name for ourselves we will only ever be called the names others give us

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blu-joons · 3 years

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DATING EXO HEADCANON A⇴Z ⇴ Kim Jongdae

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Jongdae is a huge lover of affection, he loves to be as close to you as possible when he has the chance. In his eyes, his most important role is filling you with love, which also turns out to be the easiest job in the world for him.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

The two of you met at the company, Jongdae spotted you on the other side of the cafeteria and couldn’t look away. Kyungsoo and Baekhyun who were with him at the time quickly spotted him staring, trying to encourage him to go over and say hello to you before you ended up walking away and ignoring him.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

After finally being pushed to approach you and say hello, Chen was very quick to ask you out for coffee. He was confident in himself and knew he had the charms to impress you straight away. You were slightly taken aback that someone had cornered you at work, but you were quickly drawn to Jongdae’s smile and friendly approach, accepting his request of joining him for coffee at the end of your days together.

D ⇴ DATES

Your dates with Jongdae vary, sometimes they will be casual dinners and drinks, other times he’ll be happier taking you bowling or for something competitive. He likes to think that he knows you very well and will pick accordingly on what he knows you will like. He prides himself on putting a lot of effort into your dates, always trying to impress you with each one. He loves to surprise you with something new, nothing is ever predictable when Jongdae is organising something for the two of you to do together.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

Jongdae had little experience in dating before he met you, there had been a few blind dates that his members had set him up on, but nothing ever worked out. With you, he was determined to make sure your relationship was as private as possible so that he could protect you. He knew if he was going to start dating it would have to be special, he couldn’t risk his career, the group, of your safety going wrong. Once he was sure he saw something special with you, he decided to go ahead and start dating you properly.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

Arguments are very rare with Jongdae, he’s optimistic and tries to look at the good things out of any situations. However, he does have a bit of a stubborn streaks, if he wholeheartedly believes that he’s right, it will take a little while for you to convince him that he might just be wrong. He’s mature enough to know when to back down though and recognise when the two of you need to put an argument behind yourselves and move on. It might take a while for him to go back to being his loud self, but once he feels comfortable and happy again, it will be like an argument never happened between the two of you.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

He was very close to his family, which made you very nervous to meet them all. Jongdae had told you all about them so you could impress them when you first met them, and luckily it worked. Seeing how interested you were to get to know them certainly made them fall in love with you even more than they already had done.

H ⇴ HOME

After a few months together, Jongdae knew he was ready to take the next step with you. He missed having noise around since he moved out of the dorm, and having you around was the perfect chance for him to have some company again, and also take the next step in your relationship together, making things even more official.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

Jongdae was the first to say ‘I love you’ once you’d shown up at his place unexpectedly. You didn’t know where else to go, but knowing he’d been the one you chose to call made his heart swell. He quickly welcomed into the house to reassure you and comfort you, he couldn’t help but say those three little words to you.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

He was one of the louder people in the room, so he often found that naturally he had your attention. If he didn’t, and began to feel jealous, he’d make himself a little louder so that he could try harder to get your attention. You’d be able to tell straight away when he was getting jealous because he’d become a lot more vocal, interrupting conversations when usually he wouldn’t. Once you were back with him, you’d quickly assure him he had nothing to get jealous about and that you could always hear him loud and clear.

K ⇴ KIDS

Jongdae made no secret of the fact he wanted to start a family with you, it didn’t matter when to him, he always told you that the two of you would know when the time was right. He’d often sit and tell you about the dreams and ambitions he had for the future, but one thing that would crop up in every conversation was children, he just couldn’t see himself in the future without a little family of his own, preferably with you.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

He was loud and loved to make you laugh as a result of it. He loved to do aegyo around you too to try and make you smile. Jongdae would do whatever it takes to make you smile, on the days when you showed up at the end of a long day, he’d refuse to let you go home until you had a smile back on your face. For him, his smile was wide just having you around, all you had to do was look in his direction and a shy giggle would come from him, it was just a natural instinct, he enjoyed having you around as much as possible.

M ⇴ MISSING

Jongdae made no secret of the fact he missed you, whilst he kept a smile on his face throughout the day when he was around the others, as soon as he was alone with you, he’d let you know exactly how he felt. The two of you were helpless for each other, he knew you struggled too however much you tried to support him when he was feeling down. Jongdae would always plan at least ten minutes into his day to be able to give you a call, even if it meant that he had to get up at three in the morning. It didn’t matter when, where, or how, he would always make the time to check in on you and check that you were alright.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

He loved when you called him by a nickname, often responding with aegyo. He’s playful, and depending on how you call him, he’ll either shower you with affection, or tickle you until you’re left as a mess on the floor.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Jongdae is obsessed with your voice, the sound of your voice always makes him feel safe, even on the low days, hearing you nearby is enough to help pick him up and encourage him to carry on.

P ⇴ PDA

Most of the time, Jongdae isn’t afraid of a little PDA, but usually he will keep it lowkey. His affection usually comes from a place of protectiveness, he’s determined to keep you safe from everything, so he’ll tend to hold your hand and guide you around to make sure no one or nothing can get in your way and harm you.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

He loves to ask your opinion on performances or rehearsals. Whilst the opinion of the company and his team matters, what means the most to him is knowing that he’s made you proud and that you like what he’s doing.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

When he can’t sleep or focus, Jongdae will often head over to his piano to try and distract himself. Once you picked up on this habit of his, you decided to set up a little den in his studio for the two of you to relax in. Most nights you usually ended up sleeping there rather than in your bedroom, you’d sit and listen to Jongdae play, and when he finally felt his mind relax, he’d lay down and join you in your den.

S ⇴ SEX

Incredibly loving and affectionate, that’s the best way to describe Jongdae. It’s a time for him to be serious, usually he loves to mess around with you, but he uses intimate times to really sit down and tell you how he feels. He talks a lot, he knows all the right, sweet, things to say. He loves to be as close to you as possible and will often whisper into your ear whilst trailing several kisses along your jawline and neck.

T ⇴ TEXTS

When he hasn’t got much time, Jongdae uses texts just to have a bit of communication with you. It’s not his ideal method of communication, but if he hasn’t got any time to call you, then a text will have to do.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

Jongdae loved having you in his life, he loved having someone to settle down with and begin to build a future with. He’d always been a family man, but now he had someone by his side, it made everything a little brighter.

V ⇴ VACATION

Whenever the two of you had the chance, Jongdae would take you away. He loves to use your trips for inspiration, but you will also make sure he takes it as an opportunity to rest and recuperate before heading back to work. He pulls out all the stops to make sure these trips are perfect for the two of you.

W ⇴ WHINING

If he doesn’t get his way, Jongdae will definitely let you know. He can be stubborn when he wants to be, which is something you’ve come to learn the hard way.

X ⇴ XXXXX

Jongdae loves to kiss you, especially against your neck and cheek. He might not be the tallest member, but he asserts his dominance with you whenever he can. From you, he’ll beg for a kiss often, he’ll often come up beside you when you’re busy with a pout or tapping the side of his cheek to drop the hint of what he wants. You’ll try and move away from him, but eventually Jongdae will make sure he gets what he wants.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his everything, the absolute love of his life.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Jongdae would fall asleep every night with you in his arms, his hands would tickle against your waist to try and comfort you into a sleep, he’d lay awake and keep a close eye on you until you slept, and then he could sleep comfortably.

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godzillasrighttoe · 3 years

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Godzilla vs Kong through Incorrect Quotes I made up(SPOILERS AHEAD!!!)

This mostly consists of Kojira incorrect quotes, song lyrics, and out of pocket memes. I hope this makes GvK slanders stop slandering the movie just because Ren Serizawa died which is NOT a valid reason to hate the movie. He was obviously a villain and all villains get defeated somehow so...yeah GvK slanders are definitely gonna come after me for this. Also, keep in mind when I mention Ilene in this, I'm talking about Ilene Andrews and not Ilene Chen.

There's also a lot of swearing in this, so you've been warned.

(Opening scene)

*Kong throws a tree at the sky*

*The tree breaks the sky because it's actually just a hologram*

*Kong screams in anger*

Kong:AHHHHHHHHHH stressedt.

(Godzilla's attack on Pensacola, Florida)

*Fighter Jets attack Godzilla*

Godzilla:I BELONG TO NOBODY!!!HOPE IT DON'T BOTHER YOU!!!YOU CAN MIND YOUR BUISNESS!!!

(The aircraft battle)

*Kong punches Godzilla*

Godzilla:AHHHH!YOU SLAPPED ME YOU MONKEY!!!

(Second underwater battle)

Kong:Why are you attempting to drown me again?!?I obviously can't swim!!!

Godzilla:bruh

Kong: ...

Godzilla:I mean, really, it's same me. It's old me, you know, same shit.

(End of the Aircraft Battle)

Godzilla:Wait did I just win?

Kong:Yes, obviously!!!Now can you get the heck out???I need rest now!!!Got me bummed out!!!

Godzilla:Oh... so I did win...

*Godzilla swims away*

Godzilla:We got a number one victory royale!Yeah Fortnite, we bout to get down!10 kills on the board right now, just wiped out tomato town!

(Mechagodzilla vs Skullcrawler)

*Skullcrawler chases after Madison, Bernie, and Josh*

Skullcrawler:I NEED SOME CHEDDAR!

Madison:𝙄 𝘼 𝙄 𝙉 ' 𝙏 𝘾 𝙃 𝙐 𝘾 𝙆 𝙀 𝘾 𝙃 𝙀 𝙀 𝙎 𝙀 -

*Mechagodzilla picks up Skullcrawler*

Mechagodzilla: Give him to me!ᗩᗴᑌᘜᕼ!~

Everybody else in the room watching: ...

(A Hollow Earth scene)

Maya:Get the artifact!

Ilene:No!You can't just take stuff from the Hollow Earth like this!

Maya:Yes I can!I do what I please and you do what I ask!

*mfs from apex point guns at everyone against Maya*

Ilene:bruh

Kong:HAHAHAHA human die lol

*mfs from apex point a gun at Jia*

*Kong starts making angry chimpanzee noises cause he's an overprotective dad but in this situation it's necessary lol*

(Godzilla's arrival in Hong Kong)

*Godzilla shoots his beam into the Hollow Earth*

*Everything starts falling apart in the Hollow Earth*

Maya:Oh no!Everyone get to the HEAVs!

*Hellhawks start flying towards Kong*

Kong:I d o n ' t k n o w n o n e o f t h e s e h o e s -

(The battle in Hong Kong)

*Kong beating the ground to intimidate Godzilla*

Kong:Bring it on, motherfucker!

Godzilla:HOW ABOUT YOU LIFT YOUR FUCKIN KNUCKLES OFF THE GROUND, BITCH!GODDAMN NEANDERTHAL!!!

Kong:oh he fucked up

Mechagodzilla, from Victoria's Peak:Oop- you know what this means!

*Mechagodzilla starts playing Captain Hook by Megan Thee Stallion at full volume*

Kong:REAL MONKE BOI SHIT!

Godzilla:*ah's in Japanese*

(And if the beat live, you know lil ju made it!)

*Kong and Godzilla start battling it out*

(Towards the end of the battle where Kong starts losing)

Kong:Stop crawling towards me like that!!!

Godzilla:Mitsume au hitomi no ichiban fukai toko~(I feel closest to you when our eyes meet~)

Kong:ok

Godzilla:Watashi dake utsuru hi wo zutto matteru...(But I'm the only one waiting to be reflected in yours...)

Kong:Ok???

(After Godzilla won the battle🤪🤪🤪#TeamGodzilla)

Godzilla in his mind:Man, I can't believe I won that battle! Stupid Monkey!Also, who was playing that music last night?Eh, maybe it's not a big deal.

*Mechagodzilla breaks out of Victoria's Peak*

Mechagodzilla:*robot noises*SSKKSKSSKKSSKDAFAFSFSFAFAFAAXXDADXXXXXCXXXXXXCXCCXHJAHAHAHSHSHSBSBN

Godzilla:I don't know who got you speakin' italics, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝗺𝗲

Mechagodzilla:🇸 🇺 🇧 🇯 🇺 🇬 🇦 🇹 🇮 🇴 🇳

Godzilla:bruh my ears. Wait, are you a...MECHAGODZILLA?!?

Mechagodzilla:Yep!Back by popular demanddd! AHAAA!I'm basically you but WAYYY better.

Godzilla:You can't be better than me!I'm the King of the Monsters!No bitch can COMPAREEEEE, they all think I'm the BEST.

Mechagodzilla:Ew, why are you singing ppcocaine?

Godzilla:𝗜 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝘂𝗽.

Mechagodzilla:Nah, I was just asking. I don't play that intimidation bullshit. 𝗜 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗴 𝘂 𝗻 𝘀 𝗵 𝗶 𝘁 𝗳𝗿. Throw a couple bands...

*Mechagodzilla gets his missiles ready and aims them at Godzilla*

Mechagodzilla:𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼𝗻 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗹.

Godzilla:Square up then!

Mechagodzilla:Ight, bet!If you think I'm stealing swag, bitch, come and sue me!

*Mechagodzilla and Godzilla start battling it out and Mechagodzilla is already beating Godzilla's ass lol*

(Resurrection of Kong)

Jia:You have to stop hating on Godzilla!He was never supposed to be your enemy!That robot guy is the enemy!

*Kong looks at Mechagodzilla bullying and beating the shit out of Godzilla*

*Mechagodzilla kicks Godzilla down with a TON of force*

Mechagodzilla:i'M tHe PeTtY qUeEn! I nEeD yOu To HaVe To HaVe A sEaT!

Godzilla:Never!

Mechagodzilla:Fine then, but just know that in about 10 minutes you're gonna be DEAD. 𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗮 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲.

Godzilla:HEY!!! D-don't disrespect Mothra like that!

*Godzilla starts tearing up*

Mechagodzilla:bruh

Godzilla:H-how would you feel if I made fun of someone you loved who was d-dead?!?

Mechagodzilla:I wouldn't really care, I'm not a baby like you.

Godzilla:Wow!You actin' real fuckin' b-bold for an NPC, buddy.

Mechagodzilla:NPC stands for shut your stupid B I T C H B A B Y ass up.

Godzilla:T-that's the w-wrong fuckin l-letters, dawg...

*Godzilla starts thinking about Mothra more*

Godzilla:I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!!

Mechagodzilla:As I expected.

*Godzilla starts crying*

Mechagodzilla:Oh...

Godzilla:WAAAAAHHHHHH!I miss her so much!!!I hate you!!!

Mechagodzilla:bruh

Godzilla:Go away!!You took it too far!!!

Mechagodzilla:I'm not doing shit until you stop crying over that 𝗽 𝘂 𝘀 𝘀 𝘆 𝗮 𝘀 𝘀 moth and fight me like the King of the Monsters.

(Back to Kong, I kinda got carried away with this battle lmao)

Kong in his mind:Damn, I'm really starting to feel bad for Godzilla. I can't blame him for breaking down. This robot guy is taking it too far with his insults. I'm gonna beat his ass!

Kong:Fine, I'll fight him.

(Godzilla and Kong vs Mechagodzilla)

*Mechagodzilla is literally about to kill Godzilla*

Mechagodzilla:SACRIFICE YOURSELF MOTHERFUCKER!!!

Godzilla:N-no...

*Kings walks over to the battle*

Kong:Hey, stinky!

*Mechagodzilla stops for a second*

Mechagodzilla:wtf-

*Godzilla looks at Kong*

Godzilla:Kong?!?

Godzilla in his mind:Why is he saving me?Didn't I beat his ass last night?Jesus Christ, you're so confusing!

Kong:You're taking it too far with those death threats and insults, man.

Mechagodzilla:bruh. You probably haven't even battled in a while. So get out of here, old man!

Kong:Bitch?!?How do you think I got here?I just got beat up by Godzilla last night!

Mechagodzilla:Wow, lmao. That shows that both of you guys are just weak as hell. So now, in about 15 minutes both of you will be DEAD. 𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗮 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀.

*Kong shows signs of him being offended by Mechagodzilla's insult but then decides he's done with everyone making fun of his dead parents*

Kong:UGH!I'm sick and tired of everyone making fun of my dead parents!You're really gonna get it now.

*Kong looks at the guy filming the whole battle*

Kong:Cut the cameras.

The filmer:But Kong we-

Kong:𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗮𝘀𝘀

The filmer:ok...

*The filmer doesn't even do it lol*

(Kong defeats Mechagodzilla)

*Kong slices off Mechagodzilla's limbs one by one*

Mechagodzilla:AHHHHHH!YOU SLAPPED ME YOU MONKEY!!!

*Kong decapitates Mechagodzilla*

Mechagodzilla:bruh

Godzilla:Dude why did you even save me after everything I did to you last night?

Kong:To be honest, I did start to feel really bad for you. That robot guy is a bitch.

Mechagodzilla:bruh

Kong:So I saved you! Because you've got into this heart of mine. And I know it's true cause' darling, I...

Godzilla:?

Kong:dARLIN I'M STARTIN' TO FIIIIIIIIIND!YOU'RE THE ONE I NEED IN MY LIFE!

Godzilla:Maybe I am getting used to you. Ooh!And I'm lovin' every single thing about you!I'm getting used to you!And I could never get used to living withoooout youuuuuuuu!

*Godzilla and Kong hug each other*

Godzilla and Kong: AIN'T NO LIVIN' WITHOUT LOVING YOU!OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!~

#godzilla #kong #mechagodzilla #Skullcrawler #godzilla vs kong #kojira #holy shit #this is so long #couldn't really think of any context between the humans so this is mostly about the kaiju #lol #incorrect godzilla quotes #meme #source:a bunch of memes and songs

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chalkrevelations · 3 years

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OK, so, episode reax of WoH Ep 4 is briefly delayed – may be out Sunday, but more likely post M-W workweek. It is coming. Meanwhile, have some more Street Dance of China? S3, Ep 2.

First of all, I have to say that if I had any way of figuring out what some of this music is, I’d have a new Spotify playlist 300 songs long.

ANYWAY, we get a recap of … Wang Yibo being incredulous about coming in last place in a dance competition. Wang Yibo vowing to get back the three colorful towels he lost by coming in last place in a dance competition and therefore can’t use to send three more of his team’s dancers on to the next round. Hip-hop freestyle battles for TOWELS. Wang Yibo getting his colorful towels back. Ridiculous unnecessary drama over whether Lay Zhang is going to win his battle and get EVEN MORE colorful towels, given his competition is Wallace Chung (oh dear. that was kind of blunt.). And that’s what you missed on Glee Street Dance of China 3 Ep 1.

Snapshots of what’s coming up this week: Everyone has shot their wad on towels and is sweating the fact that they have 59 more dancers they want to send through to the next round and a single towel left. (I TOLD YOU SO. ALL OF YOU.) The only way to get more towels is to battle for them. A hip-hop battle has NEVER BEEN SO IMPORTANT.

Cutting here, I guess, for ridiculously detailed nattering. Hashtag long post (remorseful):

Team Lay Zhang: First of all, Lay Zhang, I just have to note that you’re getting an edit that doesn’t make you look like the brightest bulb in the box. I don’t know if this is just the edit, or if it’s … well. You. I guess we’ll see as the season goes on. Also, in the interim, I have found out that you also are Zhang Yixing, which a lot of your fandom seems to actually call you, so should I call you Yixing instead of Lay? You seem to be going by Lay for this show, so it seems polite to stick to that? Anyway. Gongsun Wu Ming & Hei Zai start us off this episode, and they get off to a little bit of a slow start, but once they pick up, they’ve got a lot of nice air in their moves, that effortless(-looking) almost anti-gravity effect that good breakers can get. Then we almost immediately get a series of ok, that’s fine, oh, wait, no, THAT is actually pretty mediocre poppers, none of whom gets a towel, thank god, because the supply has to be running low. And then Teng Zai appears, claiming to be the best popper, and … OK. OK, alright. Fine. He might be right. His technique and control are fantastic, but you want to know what really sells me, in the middle of this generally fantastic performance? It’s that series of chest pops followed by the little heart held out right on the fk’n music. It’s little details like that, that make or break a performance, and he pulled it off beautifully. I went back to re-watch, it was so slick, yet so charming. OK, maybe I went back to watch more than once. You can’t prove anything. (Also, he gets called their little “Ares” - in quotes, in the subs – by other contestants, more than once, but I can’t pick out the actual sound of that name, which makes me think the subbers have inserted “Ares” as something that will give the flavor of what he’s actually being called. My 1st level Duolingo Mandarin is absolutely not enough to figure out what people are actually calling him, so is there anyone who’s able to give me some insight, here?) Aaaand, Towel Battle 1 (see Footnote 1). Post-battle, we’ve reached the point when all the captains are sweating their lack of towels, so e’rybody is just going to have to battle for towels from here on out. Yuan Ye faces Momo, and a little bit, this is where I expect the knife fight to start (Momo’s bringing the knife). I’m honestly not that impressed with either of them and probably would have saved my towel for someone else, but Lay Zhang decides to send them both through, so what’s the point of a battle to begin with? BUT THEN (dun-dun-dun) some dude calling himself Bon shows up to really cut a bitch, waves away both Yuan Ye and Momo to the sidelines, describes himself as “a boom” and proceeds to give a performance that imo is kind of mushy and all over the place. Lay Zhang looks a little taken aback as Bon sort of grinds up on him but can’t even really commit to that, just before Lin Zi Jie shows up. Lay Zhang makes Zi Jie change his coat - thank god, because you can’t see half of what he’s doing and he actually seems like the most towel-worthy performance out of this whole cluster of flail – and asks for a freestyle battle, which turns out to not be that great on Bon’s or Zi Jie’s parts, actually. I feel like the dance vocabulary here is kind of limited, and we’re left with a bunch of hip-shaking, grinding, and supposedly seductive looks, which is NOT going to cut it in the battles we’ve seen already. Towels to Momo and Zi Jie, rather than putting them in reserve and waiting to see who else shows up, which I think is probably a mistake, but OK, I’m not a pop idol with the clout to star on this show, so. (I know what I like to watch, tho’, and none of that was it.) A promise to Yuan Ye that she gets a Battle Towel. Time for Towel Battle 3 (See Footnote 3).

Team Wallace Chung: So, first off, there’s George, who dances before he’ll introduce himself, and I guess I have to respect a guy who’s going to let his performance be his introduction. And then we get a series of OK that’s fine but not really great poppers, and Wallace, unlike Lay, is handing out towels like candy. OK, my man. If that’s really what you want to do, I guess, but it doesn’t seem like the greatest idea to me. You’re also really fucking with the morale of the dancers who haven’t performed yet, who are gradually realizing that you’re going to run out of towels before you even get to them. Hilariously (for me, if not the contestants), I paused at this point to go refresh my bourbon and managed to freeze on a random contestant, identified as Wei Ming - who I don’t know if we’ll ever get to see actually perform, but he deserves the bolded name for this, alone – looking baffled and concerned, with the English subtitle on his comment reading “Sir, what are you thinking?” I suspect he is not using “Sir” in the sense that I use it when my cat (or Zhang Zhehan) has done something appallingly adorable, but rather when the cat has knocked yet another gd pen off my desk while I’m trying to take notes, just to be a bastard for attention. (OTOH, I guess if you weren’t one of the dancers bold enough to swarm up there in the first couple of hours, you take what you get. Fortuna fortes adiuvat.) We finally get to Lin Meng, whose reputation precedes him, but seriously, if Wallace is just handing out towels to every popper, what does it even mean? Wallace – Wallace – proceeds to basically call Lin Meng an old man before making him bargain for a towel, which is a shame, because Lin Meng deserves to get not only this towel but the four towels you just gave away to some guys who should still be holding Lin Meng’s jacket, Wallace. I mean, seriously, this guy’s technique is fantastic. Even if he does fumble his jacket lapel that one time. Aaaand, Towel Battle 1 (see Footnote 1). Post battle, we get A.K. Dong, who’s got some excellent musicality and a face that apparently resembles a variety show star (Hank Chen?). I mean, I guess it gets him noticed, but it sucks that it seems to overshadow his dancing, because he’s really good. Then we notice our towels are running low, and everybody is just going to have to battle it out. Wallace promises the Battle Towel to some dude who we don’t see perform and don’t get a name for, and with my prognisticatory skills, I’m going to say we won’t need to know his name, because this is the last we’ll see of him. Time for Towel Battle 3 (See Footnote 3).

Team Wang Yibo: First up, we get Bing, whose reputation precedes him, prompting other teams to look around and wonder what all the commotion is about. Bing has a motorbike moment with Yibo, before giving a performance that starts off the tiniest bit mushy before he puts some fantastic technique on display. Yibo pulls out his Perpetual Student schtick and asks for some freestyle with some motorbike elements, which at first makes me suspect you might be fucking with this guy just a little bit, Yibo, but Bing is both game and versatile, and he eventually gets his towel, along with a wish from Yibo to ride together sometime, and oh. (As we say, in A Very Significant Tone, on AO3.) All of that was flirting. OK. On the heels of Yibo giving me yet another clue as to his taste in men, we roll into a seriously uncomfortable segment that stomps all over my embarrassment squick because they’ve cut together several women to look desperate and starstruck and comical and dumb, while Yibo looks increasingly uncomfortable, and I am super not down with this, show. I’ll admit that from what we can see, none of them are great dancers, but I suspect there were a lot of not-great male dancers, too, and I just. Ick. This was unnecessary, you haven’t done it to any of the other captains, and it frankly doesn’t make Yibo look that great, when you set his reactions here against the fact that not only have we not seen approval from him for any female contestants so far, but this segment is the only interaction we’ve seen from him with any female contestants so far. Hard on the heels of this segment, we get Chick, who is very good when he wants to be but also super-extra and annoying, and who fucks around more than he really dances, but the audience seems charmed with him, and Yibo doesn’t give him any of the smackdown he deserves, which doesn’t improve my impression of the previous segment, given the varied ways Yibo iced out some of the women. Meanwhile, Jackson Wang strolls over, and Yibo acts super weird about it, for a guy who was the first one to wander into someone else’s territory, which was – oh, yeah, I remember, Jackson’s – to watch his dancers, and Jackson says that he would give Chick a towel before heading back to his own street, and then Yibo does, even though he fucks with him a little bit first, and then there’s a bit of footage cut in of Yibo making dumbass excuses for this guy, so. I’m not entirely feeling you right now, Yibo. Also, all of this is certainly doing nothing to disabuse me of the notion that you’re about 1000000x more comfortable in homosocial situations, for whatever reason. Anyway, we then get a montage of Yibo handing out some towels to various dancers (including a woman, finally, although she’s intercut with some other people and doesn’t actually get a full segment of her own), and then we get Tao and Cici, who are both good, but Yibo now discovers that he only has three towels and there are two people standing in front of him, so he gives a towel to Tao and promises one to Cici after the next towel battle, which, yeah, Tao is probably better, but this is a hell of time to decide to be circumspect with your towels, Yibo, when you can leave a woman sitting on the sidelines but send her husband through to the next round. :hands: Anyway, it’s time for Towel Battle 2 (See Footnote 2), and I do have to give Yibo props, again, for his teambuilding, because he takes a minute to say, hey, there aren’t a lot of towels left, and there are quite a few of you, so what we’re going to do is all go over there together, and get another towel, as a team. Post-battle, Yibo is still concerned about his lack of towels, and everyone left is going to have to battle it out, although, frankly, the way Yibo’s been going on about how much he likes battles, I sort of think he might secretly be a tiny bit excited about this. He ends up putting person after person into reserve, waiting to see everyone, probably, and then Meng Di shows up, and she’s already got the rest of the group behind her. They know her, they know she has cochlear implants, they respond immediately when she shushes them so she can hear Yibo and the music, they call for the DJ to turn up the music for her, they clap together to emphasize the beat. She’s smart enough to keep six feet between her and Yibo while she dances, so that she doesn’t spook him like the fragile and shy homosocial forest creature he apparently is. She immediately gets her cha cha on when her battle partner holds out his hand to lead her out for her turn. Good technique, even though there are a few bobbles. None of these four performances in the final battle are the best we’ve seen so far, but they’re solid. Yibo is clearly torn about what to do with his one towel, although the audience starts getting kind of insistent that he needs a waacker, and a female waacker at that, and he ends up making Bullet and Meng Di battle again. She’s performing for the audience at this point – I mean, she’s not even pretending about it, she spends most of this round facing them, with her back to Yibo - and she’s also versatile, genre-wise, so I think we can all see where this is going. I think he really wanted to give that towel to Bullet, who definitely is very good, but he knew that he’s painted himself into a corner where he ought to give it to Meng Di, so that he’s got some genre-versatility on the team, if nothing else. Towel to Meng Di, and a promise to Bullet to win another Battle Towel for him. Time for Towel Battle 3 (See Footnote 3).

Team Jackson Wang: First up is Bai, who apparently is a favorite from season one, but I haven’t seen season one – or season two - so I don’t have any history on any of these people. Bai is doing a bit, here, but he’s also generally got some good technique, so OK. Why are they blurring out his left wrist, though? Yang Yu Ting is really good, some more good technique, good musicality. And then we’re already on to Towel Battle 2 (See Footnote 2). Post-battle, we get Shen Kai Xiang, who apparently looks A LOT like Jack Ma, which seems to be little bit like if some Bill Gates-lookin’ mf’r showed up to audition for SYTYCD. Lyrical; good technique; much like Bai, appears to be doing a bit. And, then, as with all the captains, the dearth of towels sets in, and Jackson is going to put everyone in the gladiator ring and make them battle it out. Maybe we can win another Battle Towel. Time for Towel Battle 3 (See Footnote 3).

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Footnote 1, AKA Towel Battle 1, Team Lay Zhang vs. Team Wallace Chung, 3v3: Team Lay Zhang is San Jin, who they throw up some B-roll on, since the show has spent no time on him so far although he seems to be in cahoots with Xiao Bao (see Ep 1 recap); Gongsun Wu Ming, who’s spoiling for a battle after no one would take him up on it during his initial performance; and Teng Zai, because I mean, come on. Team Wallace Chung is Lin Meng, which should be interesting, since he and Teng Zai are apparently from the same crew, George, and Qin Yu, who we not only haven’t seen before this, that I can remember, but don’t even get B-roll on while Wallace is talking strategy, unlike the other two. Qin Yu, this does not bode well for your future on the show, if they’re not even bothering to give you B-roll, let alone an edit. Both captains are very weird about introducing their dancers, like these guys are some big surprise and aren’t going to dance in front of everybody in a minute and half, anyway. Possibly this is some kind of attempt at a dominance display? I don’t know. It’s won by the host, anyway, who eventually enforces his will and gets some introductions out of the captains. Anyway, Gongsun is up first for Team Lay Zhang, and this dude is just fun to watch, with great musicality and flow, and Wallace’s face while watching him is a picture, let me tell you. He’s up on Qin Yu almost immediately, possibly sensing the weakest link of Team Wallace? Team Wallace counters with George, who’s not having any of that, and gets the first point for his team. Second round, Teng Zai is once again impeccable, so even though someone has lit a fire under George, who spends half his time upside down, he nevertheless loses the point to Teng Zai. Round three, Teng Zai and Lin Meng face off, and they’ve both got great technique, although I feel like Lin Meng has a slight edge there, but I also think Teng Zai did a better job of showcasing strength and control, so I’m not surprised when the judges go for another round, in which Teng Zai is still super-fun to watch and definitely on his game, but Lin Meng steps up with some incredible precision, so I’m a little surprised when the judges give it (unanimously) to Teng Zai and Team Lay Zhang. One more round, and Teng Zai … is maybe wearing down a little bit, coasting on this one, and oh, hey, we’re finally going to get to see Qin Yu, who has some nice fluidity but maybe doesn’t really match up to Teng Zai in the charisma department, which may be why we haven’t seen him before this, and also why he loses the round. Round, battle, and two towels to Team Lay Zhang, and we still haven’t seen more than 15 seconds of B-roll of San Jin. But wait! There’s still a moment to be had, in which Teng Zai suggests donating one of their towels to Team Wallace, namechecks love and peace as a vital part of street dance, and quite possibly cements his place in my – and everyone else’s - heart. Both sides go home with a towel.

Footnote 2, AKA Towel Battle 2, Team Wang Yibo vs. Team Jackson Wang, 3v3 captain-led battle: Oh, they get to choose a song for each other. This should be interesting. I feel like there’s some shit-talking going on here, although I’m not really equipped to catch it and am at the mercy of the subtitles. Does Jackson really ask Yibo, “You WERE a dancer when you were young?” because lol. And Yibo is all, “Eh, kind of?” I do love how neither of them can hold still for songs two and three. So, Team Yibo is also Bing and Tao, while Team Jackson is also Bai and Ting. The thing that strikes me immediately during the minute or so that they get to plan and quickly choreograph is that Team Yibo has everyone there – there’s no point during this planning stage that the entire crew isn’t involved. They’re all part of this. Meanwhile, Team Jackson is just the three of them, separate from everybody, working out their choreography. The whole-team approach IMMEDIATELY pays off, when Team Yibo slams out of the gate with an energy and power and fullness to their performance that Yibo will later comment is fueled by the atmosphere that the dancers at the back create, and he’s right, it’s just like a wave of pressure pushing them forward, not even getting into the fact that the three people actually in the battle are fucking good. Team Jackson is also good, but they don’t feel like a team, the crew in the back doesn’t seem to have it together, and the loss of that – it has an impact. No surprise that Round 1 goes to Team Yibo and their Attitude, which is like an entire fourth dancer on its own. Round two coming up, and the entire Team Yibo is still involved in the planning stages, Yibo’s flannel has come off and we’re down to T-shirt sleeves, and Tao is surprising me not only with his moves – I honestly didn’t expect him to come as hard as he does, given he and Cici were more lyrical in their initial performance – but in his killer instinct, because he’s the one who suggests getting up in Jackson’s face, lit. and fig., by yoinking one of his signature moves. Meanwhile, Yibo is playing gay chicken, and it is just as great an idea as it sounds like (and this is that performance that a clip of it was making the rounds a few months ago); meanwhile Jackson is going high (?) concept, and that is just as bad an idea as it sounds like, although he does attempt some charming self-deprecation when it’s all over (also, omg, one of the contestant reactions later is that he’s “short of brain trust.” I’m not actually sure what the most eloquent way to translate that comment would have been, but it certainly gets an idea across.) Chick actually earns his pay in one of the best moments of the battle that – as much as I hate to encourage it – actually does profit off his general air of douchery, Team Jackson continues to lack the kind of cohesive team feel that Team Yibo is bringing – and second round, battle, and towel to Team Yibo. THIS is the advantage of team-building from the very first minute. Also, fuck, Yibo and the dancers he’s collected are good. Technically, yes, but also, the auditions are getting kind of interminable, but after this battle, I’m excited again, and that kind of audience reaction is a good measure of whether your dancing is successful. (Towel goes to Cici, btw, which, yeah, Tao did fucking earn that for her, so I’m glad you came through on your promise to her, Yibo.)

Footnote 3, AKA Towel Battle 3, all four captains. Cypher. Four rounds. Everyone else’s face when the cypher is announced: D: Yibo’s face when the cypher is announced: >:D They each get to choose a style of music. Wallace chooses locking. Yibo and Jackson both choose hip-hop. Lay Zhang chooses krump. Yibo’s already moving before the music even starts, to whatever music lives inside his head. The music actually starts, and Yibo is in the center before anyone else gets the chance (probably before anyone else can get up their nerve …) My sound drops out right here, which, wtf, but I can still tell Yibo’s throwing down the gauntlet. He’s beatable, but not by anybody who’s going to coast. Also, goddam, he has legs for days. Lay Zhang is in next, with some good speed and power and crispness to his moves, although I’m having trouble taking that cap with the fake dreads seriously. It’s … actually super interfering with me getting on board with your vibe, my dude. Jackson’s up next, and he has somehow managed to bring my sound back, and he also lands, frankly, the best forward Salto we’ve seen from anyone so far this season, which I have to admit even though he is my inexplicable mortal enemy. Yibo and Wallace, ffs, ice him out in the follow-up, although he then does the same thing to Lay, so who tf knows what’s going on with the actual interpersonals between these guys and what’s for show, at this point. Wallace finally gets his turn and is super-game but horribly out-classed. Yibo gives him props anyway, which, good on you for respecting your elders and their efforts, I guess, baby, but let’s all admit that was an “E” for effort. Judges are frantically scribbling their points down as round 2/4 begins, and Yibo is the first one in the middle, again, and wtf gdi my sound really picks this point to drop out again? I feel like Youku may be fucking with me, at this point. ANYWAY, Yibo is finally, actually all in, and he’s got a fantastic Harlem shake, it’s like his joints are barely connected. I honestly could watch this boy dance all day, that’s how smooth he looks. Here’s the thing about Yibo, and it’s something the other captains haven’t yet achieved, or have only accomplished in slivers of time – he makes me want to dance, too. I watch him, and I want to be doing what he’s doing. You could say that he literally, not just figuratively or emotionally, moves me. And his ability to stoke that is something I really appreciate. Jackson Wang is up next and is pretty good, but I’m honestly more impressed with Lay Zhang, who manages to look almost like he’s being special-effected, that’s how staccato he gets at his best in this round. Wallace dances. The other captains are polite about it. More scribbling from the judges. Jackson’s the first one out there in round three, and he’s honestly looking the least tired of all of them. Stamina is maybe an issue, here. Even with Jackson, some of the finer control is gone. Y’all are maybe a little soft? How long has it been since any of you idols had to endure the workout of an entire concert? There’s a whole ‘nother round to go after this, so you better get your oxygen masks. Lay Zhang is still fairly crisp and pulls off a literal hat trick, although he’s doing a lot more upper body work that lets him stand in place than he is actually moving around. Jackson, with his baby boy enthusiasm and energy, is magnanimous enough to fill up some of Wallace’s time by “pulling” him into the center and then getting out there and dancing with him. I am old enough that I understand what Wallace is going through, but there’s just a noticeable difference in ability, here. Yibo is clearly waiting until last this time, to those of us paying scrupulous attention, although it’s nothing too obvious, and it does buy him enough time that he’s basically recovered by the time he gets back into the middle of the circle, although he’s a little less expansive than he’s been in the previous two rounds. So, strategic, then, too. Judges scribble as we move into the last round. No time for weakness, all of you. DID YOU HEAR ME, because most of you are looking, to be frank, just a little bit WEAK as you circle around and hang out on the edges and try to get your breath and energy back. I’m just sayin’. Lay takes the hit first, and he’s really trying, although he’s not as strong as he was back in the second round. I’m a little bit afraid he might fall over by the end of it. Yibo is sweating but pulls some random dude’s hat right off his head before … at least going all in, even if he doesn’t quite know what he’s doing, krump-wise. He ends by falling on the ground, in a credible WWX-passing-the-fuck-out imitation, which is probably a relief, by that point. Jackson probably has the most energy left, although he’s reduced to pulling off his shirt and posing by the end of his time. Wallace does some dancing. Look. I’m just going to leave it at that. Jackson is still being polite enough to encourage his elder. It’s maybe a little bit endearing. Final result is that Lay Zhang wins, which. OK. I would have placed him second, after Yibo, but I also seem to remember that he won the initial captains’ performance, back in Ep 1, so I guess I can’t be too surprised at this, based on trends. Show director was apparently so impressed, he’s gonna give up four extra towels, one to each captain, which means Lay gets two towels. So I guess towels go to Yuan Ye on Team Lay Zhang and Bullet on team Wang Yibo, if they keep their promises, although don’t know who Wallace and Jackson are planning on giving their extra towels to.

Next ep: Mystery Guest.

#street dance of china #sdoc episode reax #wang yibo #should i be including other captains names in the tags too?#hm

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UMMM I would love to know what exactly happened with xnine too if you know??

i didn’t know how to answer this without hating on long danni but... that’s not possible when you’re talking about xnine

CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG IN ANY WAY @ DIMPLES AND CFANS

tldr ceo addicted to producing survival shows realizes boy group is incapable of feeding her fat rabbit because of her OWN mismanagement and throws them away (literally? probably not, maybe, idk)

HOLY SHIT THIS BECAME RLY LONG IM BEGGING KEEP READING TO WORK LO LOL LOL

long danni= wjjw company ceo

wjjw=company that xnine, xz, r1se, etc are under

huo mala: fat company rabbit that WILL give u nightmares goodness gracious thinking about him sends chills down my spine

alright so long danni (ldn i will refer to her) & ee media along w/ tencent and sm made the survival show x-fire... the premise of xfire was that 16 contestants split into two different teams (white and red) and then at the end it would boil down to each team having 4 members and the winning team would debut as a group called xfire...but wait...the group’s name is xnine? so out of red team (peng chuyue, baishu, xiao zhan, xia zhiguang) and white team(wu jiacheng, gu jiacheng, zhao lei, and guo zifan) white team won...and they unofficially debuted as xfire..went abroad to train yadda yadda yadda and then a few months later, TELL ME WHY LONG DANNI DECIDES TO RELEASE POLLS TO LET FANS VOTE IN 5 MEMBERS INTO XFIRE TO CREATE XNINE! ldn PLEASE if u wanted to rig the show you should’ve decided in the beginning what was the point of making the teams and the fans fight against each other...

so yeah xz and crew weren’t actually supposed to debut according to show rules...i mean i’m glad they debuted obviously bc x9 is x9 but ee media and frickin ldn couldve handled this better...like every member except chen molerat is amazing and great but....WHY DIDNT MaNAGEMENT NOT BLATANTLY RIG THEM INTO THE GROUP

but also thank u ldn for also letting us get to know the 4 guys who were added n not chen molerat <3 but like DO UR JOB PROPERLY

anyway the polls were RIGGED obviously thanks ldn what did u expect out of making POLLS, and xiao zhan, peng chuyue, xia zhiguang, yan xujia, and chen z*** were added to the group to create xnine...talk about rigged when chen z*** the molerat lookin turdface misogynist was added... anyway at the time he wasnt known to be problematic but ya the whole rigging thing caused a whole rift esp when x9 debuted bc there were fanwars and death threats initially but xfire did well because it was one of the (if not only) survival shows at that time and x9 debuted w/ a good response etc

then they got moved to wjjw (still owned by ldn thanks ldn) and wjjw is known for hoarding artists and not promoting them (THEY HAVE LIKE 45 ARTISTS BUT WERE FORMED 3 YEARS AGO MAKE IT MAKE SENSE) and not being promoted properly was EXACTLY what happened to xnine. as idols what they needed was music promotions, variety shows, etc stuff to get them as people out there but this genius ldn decided to promote them through stupid zodiac dramas like super star academy (to promote xfire finalists) and oh my emperor (which was an xnine drama). now i haven’t watched OME, but SSA gave me enough brain rot and gunk for me to not watch OME. (the only person who could act was baishu), and the story was SO BAD. nevermind the acting, because the boys weren’t initially slated to be actors, but the story was horrible, girl without superpowers suddenly becomes white cult goddess at the end??? WHAT???????? why didn’t ldn just promote them normally !!!!!! are they an actor group or an idol group???? I LOVE XNINE, THEY ARE TALENTED ARTISTS !!!! and eventually some went into acting (xz, guo zifan, gu jiacheng) BUT WAS THAT THE TIME DLFNJNF and then they just kept getting sent into random dramas and movies as random side characters instead of being able to make music and promote????? i’m sorry i’ve been stuck on using dramas to promote x9 for a while because that’s such a SILLY IDEA *vigorously shakes head*

ldn knows how to do survival shows but she doesn’t know how to promote her artists thanks ldn. xnine has so much talented, we know xiao zhan is a great singer, but other main vocalists like wu jiacheng, zhao lei, and peng chuyue are amazing as welll, here’s me plugging this video of zl and pcy performing their self-written song on produce camp because it’s the most beautiful thing ever

-oh yeah somewhere in here insert chen molerat getting outed as a pedo misogynist cheater by his gf who still has the audacity to have xnine in his weibo name because xnine starting to get popular gtfo rat lookin ass i WILL barf, when we say ot8 xnine we mean xnine w/o chen toadratass but sometimes ppl think it’s xnine minus xz which is untrue-

they also have talented rappers (gu jiacheng yan xujia) and dancers (xia zhiguang guo zifan) like xia zhiguang can end me with his spinning flying kick thing and i WILL let him

so YEAH !! TALENT that went to waste because wjjw gave them weird random hiatuses and kept pushing them as actors??? seriously what is with this actor stuff...so that’s why they debuted in 2016 and have very little discography to their name because wjjw just gave up...trying to promote them GOD thank u so much ldn for ur incomptency <3333 xnine had members in diff stages of life (ranging from xz who was born in 91, to yan xujia born in 2001, they were all close tho soo cute) and wjjw really was like nope we’re not gonna try to promote yall’s dreams of becoming singers on the stage because they couldn’t add 34783473 pounds to fat huo mala’s weight

so ya a lot of people are like omg wjjw hates xiao zhan!!! ya no they hate all of xnine but now xz is bringing enough money to make huo mala even fatter so good for huo mala i guess /s

also rumors and any bad media? lol wjjw doesn’t care they do a shit job at handling bad things too WHAT A WELLROUNDED COMPANY

OH ALSO TALK ABOUT HOW THYE HAD 3 DAYS TO PREPARE FOR A CONCERT???????????? WHAT????????? wjjw u mfs

anyway to summarize my rants above wjjw did a SHIT job of promoting xnine as idols when the boys worked so hard and wjjw kept tryna push them to acting bye (some of them can’t act and literally don’t WANT TO ACT HHHSFLNF), wjjw is also horrible at letting all of the xnine members shine when as i mentioned before, they’re ALL TALENTED!!!! and then they just gave up on xnine somewhere in 2017-2018... ok anyway so is xnine disbanded? no although some may say their last concert in dec 2018 was their last concert ever they’re not disbanded

xiao zhan , gu jiacheng, and guo zifan went into acting

wu jiachang is focusing on his music etc (he was actually the first member of xnine i came across when i watched the collaboration/cyzj in 2018...yes carats this is That wu jiacheng!!!) MAN CAN SING

peng chuyue, zhao lei, xia zhiguang, yan xujia all went on produce camp 2019 (aNOTHER SURVIVAL SHOW BC THEY WANTED TO BE ON THE MF STAGE BC THATS WHY THEYRE HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE WJJW) along w/ fellow labelmates zhou zhennan and zhai xiao wen ... and everyone but peng chuyue made it to the final 11 spots and got to debut in the group r1se...UNFORTUNATELY ALSO UNDER WJJW HELP SEND HELP

if they’re in r1se does that mean they quit xnine? no! they’re in both that’s just how survival shows work it’s kind of weird

peng chuyue recently released a song and it’s really good and you can’t not tell me that it’s gay here it is

anyway xnine hasn’t disbanded!! the X玖少年团 (xnine) in the non-r1se members’ weibo names say that loud n clear!!! and when the r1se members from xnine won produce camp 2019, they all made xnine signs SO XNINE IS ALIVE and they do keep in contact!!

why haven’t we seen blatant public interactions btwen xiao zhan and the xnine members? because some frickin annoying xz solo stans/xfx claim that the other members use xz for popularity (HELLO??????? IN WHAT WORLD DOES THAT MAKE SENSE HALF OF THEM R LITERALLY HIS KIDS BUT OK)

anyway in conclusion wjjw doesn’t know how to promote any of their artists, thus screwing over xnine members and making them go on a group hiatus where they focus on acting/singing/r1se for r1se members but they are very much xnine as of now !!!

here’s some REALLY GOOD RESOURCES to follow xnine bc as an ifan it’s mf hard

-xnine slideshow

-xnine faq

-xnine eng sub channel by yuer

-all of that content i listed above was made/subbed by one person and she is the queen of uhh...xnine international fandom outreach (????) how do i word it but she’s been subbing and spreading xnine long before xiao zhan’s popularity skyrocketed so go follow her for updates and memes here

-xnine intl fanbase twt and tumblr

-and here’s this twt account with dumb pics of xnine because why not

also i’m pretty sure there’s a wip video explaining x9′s history being created (by yuer because queen) so when that’s posted i’ll rb this and post it here

also here’s this video dragging wjjw

#reply #if i could write my essays with this much passion i'd be a lit major #longlivetonystark

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EXO Imagines

~ The love Shot ~

Warning: Mentions of guns and blood. Read with caution.

Minseok (Xiumin)

You began wiping down the tables, rubbing away alcohol, possible kiss stains and other strange substances that you didn’t even want to try and name. What you did was not your dream job, but working in this bar was paying the bills, no matter how disgusting it was.

The disco lights had dimmed, though the rhythmic beat of the music still lingered against your eardrums, like series of footsteps echoing in the area. And you could’ve sworn that your ears were playing tricks on you, that is until you lifted your tired gaze, only to find a line of black shoes enter the bar.

You trace your sight from his shoes, slowly up the rank of his body, and along the way your eyes met a briefcase clutched in his right hand. His hair was sleek, pressed back so his forehead showed. Frozen, your heartbeat thudded along with the beats of faded music.

Wordlessly, Minseok moves towards you. In a panicked state, you reached behind yourself, grabbing an empty beer bottle to point in his direction, “N-not another step closer or-” You mumble, blood gushing to your ears. His sharp eyes look into yours, cutting your words. The mafia boss let’s out a smirk and pushes the suitcase onto the table before turning on his heels to leave.

You stare with wide eyes, shaking hands and a potentially collapsed lung. He retrieves out along with his suited gang as if nothing happened. Now, with curiosity and fear swimming in your veins, you decide to force open the suitcase. Stacked notes were piled one of top of the other, this much money could last you the next twenty years!

But on top of those notes, lay a rose with a small, folded piece of paper underneath. With a small tremble, you open it, “It’s true that I spill red blood for a living. But for you, I can stop. And I’ll take my proposal as a yes, if you accept my red rose instead.”

Junmyeon (Suho)

When you had signed up for a job as a translator, being trapped in this sort of situation was not what you expected. He swivels on his seat, dark eyes glinting with reflections of knives. Junmyeon picks one up, pointing the blade towards a stiff looking man who sat on the opposite side of the long table.

“I’m ready to merge cooperations with him, only if I hold overall control of business activities.” Your tight lips break apart for the first time tonight, and you croak out the words, translating for your boss who sat staring at his soon to be parter. A strange silence emits in the room, and you prayed that no one could hear the thudding beats of your hearts.

No, this was definitely not what you expected. But how on earth could you leave when every corner of the building was guarded by furious looking gunned men? The man shakes his head, “I’ve been brought here against my will. Ask why a mafia boss like him wants to buy a jewellery company?” You stared at the man, confusion suddenly tweaking the cognitives of your mind.

Why did your boss want to buy a jewellery company? You steal a glance from the corner of your eye, being sat next to him was not making it any easier for your nerves to control themselves. “Sir, h-he wants to know why you’re interested in owning a jewellery company?” Junmyeon cranes his neck, eyes finally looking into yours.

Somewhere in that moment, you felt as if you were taking your final breath. Raising his hand, he holds the knife against your throat, “I want to buy jewellery that shines brighter than any knife under my light.” Goosebumps rise on your skin, gushing blood kicks in and your adrenaline screams for your body to react.

But all that came to a sudden standstill when he placed the knife on the table, “I’m buying this company for you,” he holds his breath for a second, “It has the finest jewellery, including the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen. I don’t want any other woman to wear it, only you deserve to.”

Yixing (Lay)

You shuffle on your seat, dim lighting deafening the words on your page. The library has never been this empty before, but somehow you didn’t feel alone when you were engulfed by stories with brave characters. You flip the page and begin reading, when suddenly, someone pulls the chair in front of yours out from under the table.

You jump in surprise, losing your concentration. Glancing up, you find a familiar pair of guilty eyes casting down. He smiles apologetically, lifting his hand in defence. And you let out the breath you didn’t intend to hold. He sits and begins reading. But even in the midst of all these words, you couldn’t help but want to read his eyes.

It’s as if they were stealing glances of you, peeking at the words on your page, or maybe into your eyes. He always did this, but he never said much. So before you could question him, he breaks the awkward silence himself. “Listen, it’s not as empty in here as you think.” He was still looking down at his book, his words just a breath louder than a whisper.

“If you want to survive, run with me.” With an arched brow, you let a scoff. “Is this some kind of joke? Because-“ His eyes widen, “Y/N!” How does he know your name? A bullet shoots between you both, knocking a painting on the wall to the ground and leaving a fine hole in the wall. You gulp, wide eyed, hands suddenly shaking out of control.

Before you could register anything, you felt your hand being grabbed. He was panting, and you were in far worse condition by the time you made it down to the second floor of the library. Footsteps followed, glass shattered and bullets left holes in every inanimate object. God forbid it hit you.

“Who-who are they? And what the fuck do they want?” You ask, groaning with pain in your chest. The lack of oxygen from running was close to knocking you out, but he squeezes your hand reassuringly. “They want you.” Confusion hits you harder than a bullet, “But why?” He stops, licking his lips before whispering, “Because I love you.”

Baekhyun

“Not him again.” You mumble under your breath, straightening up the bed before opening the door to let him in. He walks slow, pace a little out of control while limps on his left leg. But he too, is mumbling quietly, probably whining about how much his bruises hurt.

You never really spoke much, never questioned why he was hurt, or who did it. You were a nurse, those questions had been dealt with by the police, so it was none of your concern. Though those thoughts were thrown out of your mind when you pulled back his shirt, revealing the huge gash across his back, “W-what happened?” You ask, holding back a gasp.

When you glanced at his face, his tired features somehow spiralled into a soft smile. “You finally asked...” He whispers, taking note of the furrow of your brows. The cut was deep, cotton pads wouldn’t do, he needs a cleanse and dressing, maybe even stitches. So when you pressed the cleansing alcohol against his back, he hissed.

“Do you know what I do, Nurse Y/N?” You stood behind him, and from the mirror, he watches your eyes glint from the artificial lights that hung from the low ceiling. “No, I do not.” Baekhyun sucks in a breath, his back bends and you stop your ministrations, only for him to turn around, the bruise around his eye more obvious under the shadows.

“Would you hate me, if I told you?” Baekhyun pulls his bottom lip into the cave of his mouth, and your eyes follow the nervous habit. Slowly, you shake your head. “The mafia.” Your eyes widen, rubbing alcohol spilling to the ground. You assumed he had a knack for getting himself into bar fights, not this. “More specifically, I run the mafia.”

Every nerve in your body shook with sudden fear, and though you weren’t the battered and bruisen one in the room, it sure felt like it. “If anyone finds out, they’ll kill me.” He whispers, eyes piercing your own in the softest way. “But if I have to die by anyone’s hands,” Baekhyun reaches to hold your hand, “I’d rather they be the ones that took care of me once upon a time.”

Jongdae (Chen)

An ancient vase spins, shatters and spills to the ground. You stare, breath stuck in your throat, lungs suddenly fighting for oxygen. Wordlessly, the man next to you grabs your hand and runs as if his life depended on it. Your mind was spinning with too many questions, asking him who he was was one of them but it all became lost in the chaos of the situation.

All you wanted was a calm tour of the new city, never had you guessed that something like this could occur. And out of all the places, why were people shooting bullets in a fucking museum? You turn a corner, hands and feet buzzing with adrenaline.

When you finally came to a standstill, he presses you against a wall that was hidden behind enormous statues. You had gathered enough breath to break out a steady sentence, “A-are you the police? And who are these people? And what do-“ Jongdae presses his hand against your mouth, his other hand coming up to press a finger against his lips.

Footsteps increase with volume at each step, a storm of them following each other. It would only took a few more steps until they entered the same space as you. You screw your eyes shut, holding your breath in hopes that they would just leave you alone. Jongdae peers down, guilt mixing in his gaze.

Somehow, in the midst of this situation, your arms wrapped themselves around his torso where he stood in front of you like a shield. You wondered who this man really was, if he was the police, why wasn’t he in uniform? And out of all these people, why is he protecting you?When the footsteps faded, you finally opened your eyes, blurry sight meeting his soft gaze.

“You okay?” You nod, he steps back, tucking his gun into his coat. “I’m not the police. Those people chasing us were.” Us? Suddenly, your mind spins again, “W-what do you mean?” He looks away, “I’m wanted, as most high profile criminals are. I wasn’t here to steal anything, unless, your heart is up for sale?”

Chanyeol

He pulls his hood up, and sits on a high bar stool, waiting to be served. And had he not lifted his hand to usher a waiter, you would’ve assumed he was just another dark shadow. Chanyeol waves his hand, once again, hoping you would come around to serve him a drink.

But six shots later, he realised that perhaps he needed to find a different way to catch your attention. You were on duty, set to serve a specific group of men. They called you eye candy, drunken murmurs were passed about your body and you held it all in. It would be obvious to say you hated your job, but it provided you with your bread and butter, nothing could be done.

A hand, seemingly out of no where, presses itself against your back. “Be a good girl and bend over for me.” A rusty voice groans, his alcohol induced breath slimming the back of your neck while he leans closer, other hand digging into your waist. You let out a small yelp, as if static electricity burned your skin.

Vodka shots spill to the ground, small glasses cracking into even smaller fragments of glass. Not even a minute later, that same hand pulls at your hair, gripping like a vice. “Stupid bitch, who’s gonna pay for that now?” The heat was building, tears lined your blurry vision and you tried shaking out of his grip.

A crash, the sound of a gun being loaded, and two punctuating bullets caused the whole bar to fall into a depth of silence. The hand gripping your hair loosens, and something thuds to the ground. You rub the ball of your palms into your eyes, your clear vision coming into focus of a man lying still on the floor. Red painted the floor around him, and you mind suddenly felt weighted with fear.

Chanyeol’s hood falls as he shoves his gun back into his pocket, eyes raging with a fury no one had ever seen before. People around him gasped, as if they recognised him, who is he? But taking one glance at your shivering body, his anger melted. He steps towards you, holding out his hand softly, “I promise, as long as I’m here with you, no one will ever touch you again.”

Kyungsoo (D.O)

Kyungsoo closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Then, he runs his hands through this gelled hair, and takes off his blazer. “Should I leave the tie on? No, it’s too expensive, she’ll notice.” He glances into his rear view mirror while mumbling to himself, where his driver sat equally confused, blinking back as if his boss had gone crazy.

Kyungsoo gives him a droopy smile, he didn’t want you to know who he really was, how could he explain his reality to you? But realisation strikes and an idea flashes like a light bulb over his head. The driver gulps, and Kyungsoo nods apologetically. Kyungsoo steps out of his car, adjusting to his drivers suit. “I should really give them better uniforms.”

The car drives off, and Kyungsoo walks into the cafe where he begins his act of being a normal accountant. You stood behind the till, taking people’s payments and waving them off with a smile that felt sweeter than any hot chocolate he’d tasted. You notice him, and send a short smile, causing the apples of Kyungsoo’s cheeks to rise.

‘How should I ask her out?’ He thinks to himself, taking slow steps towards you. But as he came nearer, he began noticing the scratches on your arm, the fading bruise near your eye. Concern fogged his thoughts, and just as he was about to ask you, you step back with wide eyes. Someone storms into the cafe, pushing past Kyungsoo.

“Y/N? Why the fuck would you report me to the police? I’m your boyfriend for crying out loud! Couples fight like this all the time.” Kyungsoo’s breathing halts, your boyfriend did this to you? Rage floods his mind, he holds it in for just a second, but seeing your eyes filled with such fear hurts him. Kyungsoo taps your boyfriends shoulder, who turns around yelling “The fuck do you want?”

But after Kyungsoo presses a gun against his forehead, he freezes on the spot. “Go near her again, and I’ll shoot ten bullets into your head.” Quicker than lighting, he runs, leaving the cafe in a stunned silence. Kyungsoo glances towards you, your face morphed in shock and horror, “I can treat you better.” He whispers.

Jongin (Kai)

“I can’t believe you did this, Y/N. This is amazing, I’m shocked!” You boss gives you a heavy pat on the back, and you straighten your posture with pride, a smug smile pulling at your lips. “I’m only completing my duties, Officer.” You speak, keeping your voice at a steady volume, though the tiny voice in your head was squealing with absolute excitement.

Your boss turns on his heels, and you give him a salute just as he exits the jail. You did it! You finally caught your fist criminal! Excitement overtook your emotions, you couldn’t help yourself, and before you even knew it, you were standing on desk, dancing thoughtlessly with a stupid smile on your face.

“You know, you should really learn how to lock a jail better.” A voice stops your party, you cast your eyes down, your first catch of the year stood free with keys dangling from his hands, “and some dancing lessons too. Please.” With your own voice now stuck in your throat, you try speaking a coherent sentence, but your mind is in a frenzy. How the fuck did he get out?

“Kai.” You mumble, reaching for the drawer in your desk to pull out your gun. “Call me Jongin, darling.” You roll your eyes as an automatic reaction to the unasked for name, and a teasing smile caused the apples of his cheeks to rise. You pull the drawer open, only to find it empty. “Looking for this?”

Jongin waves the gun teasingly before your eyes, a small giggle falling from his mouth. You stare wide eyed, fear struck but even a little impressed. “How did you-“ He walks closer, causing your spine to flatten itself against the wall behind you to create as much distance as possible. The only barrier between you and your criminal was your desk, but that didn’t stop him.

He sits on the table, legs dangling over the edge so that he was face to face with you. “Did you really think you could catch someone like me? Do you even know who I am?” Smuggler, drug dealer, mafia member, yes you knew. “But shouldn’t you be the one in jail? You did steal, after all.” You blink, what is he talking about? Reading your confusion, Jongin smiles, “You stole my heart.”

Sehun

Rain patters heavily outside. The bell rings, you stop flickering through your bookings for the next day and glance up to catch the figure that slid through your glass doors. He was tall, you noticed, his stark black attire a dark contrast to the bright flowers of your store. “Welcome to Seoul Scents, how may I help you?”

His stern eyes moved from the roses to meet your own, softening after a couple of blinks. And you realised that you had seen this man before, a number of times in fact. His hand ticks into his pocket, pulling out the gun he kept in there. You follow the movement with your eyes, your body frozen, was he really going to rob a flower store?

Making no comment, Sehun walks towards you, “I’d like to purchase some roses.” He states, more softly than you had anticipated. Purchase? Your response is lost in the air, eyes blinking rapidly to force the tears away. This had been the first time you heard his voice, and the curtness sent a slight shiver down your spine.

“O-of course, do you have any specific kind in m-mind?” Sehun shakes his head, raindrops tricking from his black locks, “Whatever is most beautiful.” You nod, trying to act calm. Your phone was in the other room, you’d have to pretend to be normal if you wanted to survive. “Is there a special occasion?” Sehun scans your face, your eyebags seemed darker than the last time he saw you.

“Not really, I just want to let her know she’s working really hard and deserves some rest.” For a moment you wondered how someone with such a cold exterior could have such warm thoughts. After noticing a bouquet of white iceberg roses, he points to it and says “I’ll take them,” You nod quickly, “all of them.”

Your nodding slows in disbelief, “R-really?” With a smile, he tucks the gun away, having enough of your funny stunned reaction to it, “Of course. And make sure you deliver them to Y/N’s house.” He drops a bundle of notes onto the table. Before you could even stutter another word, he turns on his heels and you watched as he faded into the stream of rain humming outside.

A/N: Sorry I wrote this after Valentine’s Day! But I hope you liked reading it, thank you for requesting, angel. Have a lovely day my honey bunnies! ❤️

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an-annyeoing-writer · 5 years

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F H W for kjd? Thanks!

F-Fight, How would they feel if you fought back against them?

Now, although Jongdae considers you an imperfect being that needs to be shaped into a fully obedient one, if you suddenly, after all the time he’d spent brainwashing you, decided to act up, he’d be incredibly mad.

You’re supposed to be a doll, and dolls aren’t supposed to fight with their owners. He feels like he’s failed as an owner, but he also blames you for being a failure of a pet.

He won’t hesitate to slap you in the blind rage. And, although he’s not usually too violent, he’ll find a good way to train you back into your place. He doesn’t like causing you pain, but maybe a few days of being tied down and completely vulnerable, with him feeding you only when he feels like it, with you having to eat from his hands, will teach you who’s in charge here?

H- Hell: What would be your worst experience with them?

I think the previous point actually covers up what would happen. Jongdae is a patient man who wouldn’t hurt you without a reason, but who also doesn’t tolerate disobedience. The example of a punishment he can treat you with is only one of the many options.

He’ll break you, break your body, your soul, and make you crawl to him and beg for his forgiveness.

D-Death, Do they feel any sorrow for their victims at all?

No. Jongdae wouldn’t really kill people without a very good reason, he doesn’t care about them much enough; you’re the only only one he’ll ever focus on and he obviously wouldn’t kill you. But if a situation requires it... Chen is a cold-blooded man. Who knows... maybe he’ll even enjoy it?

Yandere Alphabet

#yandere exo #yandere chen #yandere jongdae #vg: chen #vg: exo #vg: ask #vg: ask meme #vg: anonymous

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royal-babey · 5 years

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59 and 60 for any/all sidesteps :3

Ty for the ask! :D I’ll do all of them :3

59. What are their views on death?

Wow asking the hard questions already! Time to brain akdsakbdajsh

Robin: Hmmm...I think, Robin sees it as something that’s inevitable? He’s also a major hypocrite tho. Like one minute he’ll say life is not worth the suffering, and then he’ll be striving to survive against the odds? He’s such a weirdo even I don’t understand him. If he had to die though, to like save the city of Los Diablos or whatever, then he’s made his peace with death and embraces it. (Dw I won’t let him die though, I’m too much of a wuss and too attached.)

Ironically enough for this, he also has the suicide scar. No matter what he does, he just can’t seem to die.

And he does wish he had stayed dead that first time sometimes.

Avis: Also sees it as inevitable, so tries to life their life to the fullest? They have this ingrained “kill or be killed” mindset thanks to the farm, so they don’t really feel remorse over killing others to keep themself alive. They don’t actively kill though, they think (almost) everyone deserves to see another day.

They have the Puppetmaster scar, but they do struggle with depression. Some days they just want to end it all and join Anathema in peaceful oblivion.

But life is a competition, and it isn’t one they plan on losing just yet.

Cyrus: Death is an unfair concept to him. It’s kinda hard to explain...To him, he has that view of “why do the good and innocent die whilst the evil prosper” outlook on it? Themmy didn’t deserve to die, the victims of heartbreak (including the cause) didn’t deserve to die. He didn’t deserve to be forced to fall out of a building. I suppose Cyrus kind of embraces “you either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain”.

Lonan: It’s a natural part of life and not something to be feared, no matter the circumstances. He’s been around it long enough to know to just accept it and move on, no matter how hard that may be. He honestly doesn’t have any particular thoughts on it.

As for his own “death”?

Well, at least he wasn’t going to be left in an unmarked grave if they had a body for the casket?

Daniel: As an orangestep he’s basically apathetic to the idea of death. If you die you die, that’s it. He doesn’t actively kill but he doesn’t actively care either. As a bluestep though, death is unfair. People who say to move on are monsters to him, and it hits him really hard “^^ even seven years later after the Heartbreak Incident, he still finds himself sobbing in the shower at the smallest memory of Anathema, grief consuming his very being. If he lost someone close to him again...I don’t think he’d make it. Whether he’s a true villain or just basically an anti-hero.

Oliver: I wasn’t gonna do Oli, but I knew I’d get asked by at least one person so here they are! Oliver’s view on death...I think they’d honestly have that view that Dani hates? Death happens, move on, got more important shit to do. Maybe it’s just ingrained apathy from the farm though...They’re loose with their morals but still have them. Don’t fight dirty, don’t kill the innocent or unarmed. But if someone is a dangerous loose end or attacking you, they’re viable to kill. Idk “^^

60. What is something that they’re sure to laugh at?

Lighter question! Yay!!!

Robin: Tickling. You think he’d try to murder you for it but nope, that boy is the most ticklish person in all of Los Diablos! Even Ric kissing his neck or shoulder briefly with his moustache has him giggling in a split second. So ofc one must take advantage of this opportunity for Robin giggles, no? :3c

Avis: Avis is a very cheerful person with a mischievous streak, but they only like good mischief that doesn’t end in any real harm. So pranks are good!!! They also really enjoy it when people mess up ASL though. Like signing fuck you instead of thank you. It has them w h e e z i n g it’s adorable.

Cyrus: Doubting his abilities to hack into any and all technological databases. You dare doubt his skill? Ha! Hope you didn’t bet anything! That smug smile and chuckle will be in your nightmares for w e e k s.

Lonan: Chen blushing. It’s super adorable and it never fails to make him giggle and tease the old hero even more mercilessly. Evil Lo!

Daniel: Both as an Orangestep and a Bluestep, Daniel finds pleasure in tormenting poor Ortega. So that means teaming up with Angie, scandalising them (I still haven’t really decided which Ortega he has in his game yet), then trying not to lose his shit as their expression is just the surprised pikachu meme! :D Sorry Ortega!

Oliver: Oli doesn’t seem like the type of person who would laugh at well, anything, but they like chuckling at other people’s minor misfortunes. Wanna watch them wheeze though until Julia worries they’re going to pass out from lack of air? Adorable baby animal fail videos. They’re a secret dork.

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biaswreckingfics · 5 years

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No Exit: Part 4

Author: biaswreckingyourlifefics

Genre: Mafia AU - Warnings? Everything that goes on in a Mafia Au

Word Count: 3.3K

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“Come on.”

Your eyes trail down to Lay’s outstretched hand, as he beckons you to follow him. Listening to the men around you stand up in a rush of pushed back chairs and the clanking of dropped silverware on plates, you shake your head no. There was no way in hell you were going anywhere. It’s time? It’s time for what? For them to get rid of you? To take you somewhere else? You grip the edge of the table harshly, attempting to prevent them from moving you out of your seat. Uh-uh. Nope. They were gonna have to pry your dead hands off this table before you went anywhere.

As the men trickle out of the kitchen one by one, one of them walks by you and smiles at your current state, making you grip the table harder. Glancing back up at Lay, you put some strength behind your words.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Lay furrows his eyebrows at your tone and takes in your clenched fingers and wide eyes with confusion. On his way out of the kitchen, Kai leans towards Lay and says something to him, but it was spoken too quietly for you to hear. Lay stares after him a moment and then glances back at you, understanding dawning in his eyes.

“I’m taking you to your room, not with them.”

Oh… You lean back from your hunched over position and slowly let go of the death grip you have on the table. Looking down at your hands, you frown. They would’ve pulled you off that table in two seconds flat. It wasn’t like there was even a ledge to hang on to. Not to mention that every guy walked past you on their way out, and most of them barely spared you a glance.

Sighing, you rub your forehead, knowing you were going to lose any shred of sanity you had before this bullshit ended. You pull your hand away from your forehead and place it in Lay’s waiting hand, allowing him to pull you up from the chair and out of the kitchen. Neither of you saying a word as you make the trek back to your room.

When the two of you arrive at your door, Lay pushes it open and looks at you, waiting for you to move, but you stay still. Curiosity getting the better of you.

“Where are they going?”

“Not anywhere you need to worry about.”

“Are you going with them?”

He hesitates before answering. “No. Chen and I will stay here.”

You nod, even though you didn’t know which one Chen was. When you walk past him into the room, you figure that was the end of the conversation until you heard Lay say, “Don’t try to escape. I really don’t want to hurt you…”

His words cause a frown to grow on your face. Escaping wasn’t something you thought much about anymore. After thinking it through, you realized that leaving this place might be the worst option. If you did escape, not only would you be running from human traffickers, but EXO as well. While you knew of ways to hide yourself, you had no doubt in their abilities to find you and hurt you. Plus, you had no idea why that other group was after you. If it was connected to your past, if they were connected to your past, then it might be safer to stay here with EXO…

But what would happen to you after the Baem situation was solved? You doubted these men would let you go after this…

A few hours passed, and you were bored out of your ever-loving mind. You didn’t know how much longer you could handle being locked in this room. The blandness of it was enough to drive you mad on its own, let alone the lack of, well, everything. Maybe you should ask Lay to bring you a couple of books or something. There was no television, radio, and your window gave you a beautiful view of trees that grew boring rather quickly.

Were they back yet? Did they go do something to the Baem?

You couldn’t hear much of anything while you were inside this room. It was the last room at the end of a long hallway, and nobody ever hung out up here. Regardless, you stood up from the bed and walked over to the door. Maybe you could hear something through the crack? Sighing, you flop down on the ground by the door, feeling hopelessly desperate. If you didn’t hear anything the first 30 times, you doubted you would now.

Staring at the wooden door like it was your enemy, you amuse yourself with thoughts of scaring whoever came through the door. Although, they would probably kill you for either 1) scaring them (if you even could) or 2) thinking you were trying to escape.

A nagging feeling shoots through your mind at that last thought, your brain trying to tell you something that you hadn’t given much thought to earlier. Why would Lay tell you to not try to escape? You couldn’t recall him saying that any other time he left you in the room… So why now? What was different this time?

Getting a weird feeling in your stomach, you rise up on your knees and slowly reach for the doorknob. Once the cold metal is in your hand, you gradually twist the knob and hear a click, causing your heart to thud in your chest painfully. It was unlocked… Holy shit… Lay left your freaking door unlocked!

Your mind raced with thoughts and possibilities. Did he leave it unlocked on purpose? He had to of… Why else would he randomly tell you not to escape? Was he giving you a chance to get out of here?

Focusing back on the knob, you slowly pull it toward you, opening the door enough to peek out into the long hallway.

No one.

It was completely empty.

You pull back from the door and stand up from your kneeling position on the floor. This was it. If you were leaving this room, it was now or never. Without thinking much more about it, you grab the door, pulling it wide open, and step out into the hallway.

Turning back, you pull the door shut behind you to make everything look more normal, in case anyone were to come down the hallway this far. Taking a breath, you turn back towards the stairs, where you meet the stare of, Baek, the man who had tested your food.

He stops mid-step and stares back at you with wide eyes and a slack jaw, surprise written all over his face. All you could do was stare back, heart pounding agonizingly in your chest. What else were you supposed to do? You were caught red-handed, and you were in the dead-end of the hallway, so there was nowhere for you to run.

An unreadable expression takes over his face as he strides up to you. Backing up into the door, you try to make yourself smaller as he comes closer. It takes only seconds, but when he gets to you, he doesn’t say a word. Maintaining eye contact with you, he reaches around your hip for the doorknob and pushes the door open.

“In.”

You move backward into the room without a fight, and he follows you, shutting the door behind him. For a moment, he says nothing. His narrowed eyes taking you in, maybe deciding what he was going to do. You cast your eyes down to the floor, not daring to utter a word in your defense.

“What the hell were you doing?” He asks, his voice deadly quiet.

What were you doing? You hadn’t planned on escaping. You literally just had that mental conversation a couple of hours ago… However, you were curious about where you were. You had only seen a couple of the rooms, and you wanted to know what else there was.

“I don’t know, I guess I was going to look around…” You say lamely.

“Who told you you could do that?” He asks with a low voice.

Still peering at the ground, you don’t reply. What could you say?

Baek sighs loudly at your lack of responses, clearly frustrated. “You’re lucky it was me, and not one of the other members. You might not be standing right now otherwise… How did you get out anyway?”

You gain the courage to look up at him, noticing that he seems more irritated than pissed off. His hands were fisted at his sides, but the look on his face was more frustration than anything else. Maybe you wouldn’t be punished like you thought you would? However, you knew that what you were going to say next, would have implications.

“The door was unlocked…” You tell him quietly.

His eyes widen marginally in disbelief. “The door was… ugh. What is he doing?” He brings a hand up to rub his forehead like he had suddenly gotten a migraine, before abruptly turning to leave.

Assuming he was going to go talk to Lay and not wanting to turn the two people in your corner against you, you tell him the truth.

“I wasn’t going to leave.”

His body stiffens at your words, but he doesn’t turn around. All he gives you is a side look over his shoulder. “Sneaking around isn’t any better. It only makes you that much more suspicious.”

You watch as he straightens and walks out of your room, shutting and locking the door with an audible click. Dropping down onto your bed, you rest your elbows on your knees and drop your head into your hands, suddenly exhausted. He’s going to go tell Lay…

You just showed the only two people who believed you, that they probably shouldn’t.

Baek’s POV

Honestly. He couldn’t even lock the fucking door. The guy was a freaking doctor, and he couldn’t remember to lock a damn door.

Frustrated, Baekhyun began to head straight for Lay’s room, intending to find out what the heck had happened, and how Lay had forgotten to lock her in her room. How could he… Baek’s steps falter as he considers something. No… He wouldn’t do it on purpose… would he?

With renewed purpose, Baek marches up to Lay’s door and knocks before pushing it open, not giving the man a chance to answer him. Lay turns away from the closet he was rummaging through to see who had barged into his room.

“Baek, what’s up?”

Baekhyun reaches behind him and shuts the door, before looking at the older man. It was clear he had Lay’s full attention now.

“Did you do it on purpose?”

“Do what?” He asks, nonchalantly.

Baekhyun stayed silent but cocked an eyebrow at him. That was all it took for Lay to sigh and drop down on his bed, a hand rubbing down his face.

“I don’t know why I did it.”

Now it was Baek’s turn to sigh, before walking over to the bed and sitting down next to him. “You’re lucky it was me that found her.”

They were both so damn lucky. If it was Saja, Chen, or D.O., all hell would’ve broken loose, and it wouldn’t have been any better if it was any other member either.

Lay nods, knowing he was right. “I don’t believe she’s with them. She’s clueless about them, or she’s fantastic at playing dumb.”

“No, I think you’re right. I think she was dragged into it.”

Lay was silent before he quietly said, “Like us.”

Baek doesn’t reply, but he hums in agreement, understanding the thought process that Lay was having. Neither of them had wanted to be a part of this life, but people had other plans for them. Lay had it worse than Baekhyun did, so all the men knew that Lay would have a soft spot for you.

“Should we tell Suho?” Lay asks him.

Baek considers it but then shakes his head. “We have no proof. We’ll just have to see how this plays out and keep her out of trouble.

Your POV

For the next two weeks, your routine consisted of sleeping, eating, being questioned, and sleeping again. You were hardly let out of your room, and you were going stir crazy. You wanted, needed, someone to talk to. The only pleasant human interaction you had was with Lay. He would come and check on you, making sure you had whatever you needed, but he could only stay for so long.

A knock sounded at your door and you thanked whoever it was for their great timing. You glance over at the door to see who would walk in and shock flows through you when you see the man who had caught you sneaking out of your room. You were surprised to see him after your “escape”. You were almost positive that he would’ve abandoned you, but it looked like he and Lay were still on your side.

“How are you feeling?”

His words brought you out of your thoughts and you peer over to see him lean against the wall across from you.

“Not bad. I’m bored out of my mind though.”

“I bet.” He offers you a small smile before nodding toward your arm. “How are your injuries healing up? I’m sure Lay’s been taking good care of them.”

“Yeah, he says they’re healing well.”

There was a lull in the conversation and he began to push himself off the wall. “Well, I just wanted to check on you.”

Without giving it much thought, you suddenly ask him, “Will you stay for a bit? I need some sort of human interaction.”

He stares at you for a moment, considering, before nodding and taking back his spot on the wall.

“What do you want to talk about?”

“Well… what can I call you?”

You knew the others called him Baek, but it felt wrong to refer to him like that unless he told you himself. Geez, how polite of you, you mentally snark.

“I never told you my name?” He asks with surprise. You shake your head no before he says, “Baek… It’s short for Baekhyun.”

You nod because it made perfect sense before your eyes widen with realization. “Did you just tell me your real name?”

He nods, taking in your shocked expression.

“Thank you… You’re the only one who has…” You say with wonder.

He shrugs like it wasn’t a big deal to him. “I don’t think you have anything to do with the Baem. I think they targeted you, and I’m not the only one who thinks that. Lay and Loey do as well. Believe it or not, there are people here who are watching your back.”

You blink at him with wide eyes, feeling a slight burn behind them. That was such a relieving thing to hear come out of his mouth. To hear, out loud, that they were still on your side. You clear your throat before you could process the emotions that were whirling inside of you.

“So, for your code name… you just… shortened your real one?”

He scratches the top of his head and looks at the floor in embarrassment, before mumbling, “Yeah”.

You couldn’t help the small smile that was fighting its way onto your face. “Isn’t that… a bad idea?”

“Hey! I was always bad at naming things, and I couldn’t find something I liked enough.”

You giggle at the ridiculousness of the entire situation. His nickname. You enjoying the story behind it. It was all so mundane, yet not.

“Okay, okay, all I’m saying – “

“Hush.”

Surprisingly, you do, and the two of you fall into a content silence before he asks you a question that has your entire body freezing.

“Is that necklace important to you?”

You slowly look down to see that you had unconsciously taken your necklace out from under your shirt and were playing with it. You quickly tuck it back into your shirt where it was supposed to be and begin smoothing out your jeans, not looking up at him.

“Yeah… It was given to me by someone I loved dearly.”

“Are they still around?” He asks quietly.

You shake your head, before finding your voice. “No.”

You gaze up to him, preparing to ask if he would keep it to himself, but he was already shaking his head no.

“Don’t worry about it.” He says while standing up from the wall and taking his leave.

You felt better after talking with Baekhyun. It was reassuring to know that some of them didn’t want you dead. That maybe, when this was all over, you’ll be able to leave… but 3 of 9 were not good odds.

You didn’t know how long you were lost in your thoughts, but a knock on your door had you frowning. Three visits in one day? You watch as Lay walks into your room, for the second time that day, and your frown turns into a smile. You had grown comfortable with Lay. He took care of you and made you feel like you weren’t being held against your will.

“Hey, I wanted to give you a heads up.” He says with a slight frown. “Suho is calling a meeting… and he wants you there.”

“Me?” You ask with surprise. “Why?”

“I’m assuming it’s about the Baem and you, but I don’t know… I’ll be back in an hour to come get you.”

You nod and lean your head back against your headboard, questioning why Suho would want you there and end up missing Lay hesitate by the door.

“I hear you had a visitor today…”

You look back over at Lay, surprised to see him still standing by the door. “Yeah, Baekhyun talked for a little bit.”

At the mention of Baekhyun’s full name, Lay stiffens, and you wonder if you shouldn’t have said it.

“So, he told you his real name, huh?”

“I mean… all he did was shorten his birth name for his nickname.”

Lay chuckles. “Yeah, I used to give him a hard time about that… Do you want to know mine…?”

Your eyes widen at the offer and you nod your head.

“Yixing.”

“Yixing?” At his nod, you say, “I like it. It’s different.”

He smiles at your compliment and his entire face transforms. A dimple popped out and you were momentarily stunned. Why wasn’t this guy a freaking model instead of in some stupid mob? Wasted opportunity to be honest.

“Thank you for trusting me, Yixing.”

“He was right when he said there were people looking out for you. That’s why we keep you in here. This is our way of keeping you safe.”

You nod, not knowing what to say.

“I have to get ready for this meeting. I’ll be back soon.”

After he left, you laid there and thought about how you knew two of their real names, and basically everyone’s codename. Names were power in the mafia world, and they were giving you trust that you weren’t reciprocating. Hell, they still thought your name was Nari.

Before you knew it, your hour was up. A knock on your door signaled to you that it was time, and your stomach filled with dread. There was not a single part of you that wanted to go to this meeting. You stand up and head over to the door as it opens. Might as well get this over with.

“Hey, Yix… You’re not Yixing…”

A man, staring at you with hatred in his eyes, blinks once.

“No. I’m not… Yixing.”

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Potent Savages

Genre : Drama/ Angst/ Smut/ Trigger Warningsss/ Exo, oc, and blackpink au

Summary ; Not everyone is cut out for this kind of fast-paced lifestyle, but for these young, rich savages, it’s second nature.

Chapter 15 : Fire to the rain.

Baby, can you see through the tears?

“Baekhyun, come on, let’s go home, baby.” I said while letting tears stroll down my cheeks. I tugged on his arm desperately as I yelled over the noise. The music in the club continued to play loudly as people danced around with no knowledge of the two hearts that have been shattered just now behind this DJ booth. Baekhyun continued to stand there in complete shock after getting that phone call. I heard everything, everything, and I can’t hold back the tears overwhelming me. But baekhyun, he’s just...frozen.

“Baekhyun, please.” I pleaded with him more.

Chanyeol came out of nowhere rushing to the DJ booth. I looked at him in despair hoping for him to save me, and help me save baekhyun. He must have been watching us from afar since the moment we left from the dance floor to where we are now. He probably anticipated that phone call as much as baekhyun did. I’m sure everyone was. Chanyeol picked baekhyun up and threw one of his arms over his shoulders. “I’ll take him home. Just...just tell everyone else what’s going on.” My grip on baekhyun was still strong as I stopped him from being jerked away from my hand. “B-but, you-”

“I don’t need to know exactly what it is. Just let me take baekhyun home. That’s what I want to focus on right now.” Chanyeol looked at me with shaky eyes. I know exactly what’s going on in his head right now. He’s thinking about that phone call. He’s thinking about suho. I just know his heart is racing as fast mine. I nodded and let go completely, not wanting to hold him back anymore. When the boys left me there everything seemed to go in slow motion. My head spun and I got worried about my own life. If suho can die, what’s stopping death from catching up with me? I was breathing harder and harder as my feet led me to the others.

No, I have to calm down. There’s still hope. I have to stay strong. Besides, I'm sure everyone thought I was dead at one point. W-we don’t even know the whole story yet. Maybe he just got kidnapped, or maybe he’s at the hospital getting taken care of right now. Yeah, there’s still hope. I shouldn’t think bad things, it’ll only make everything much worse. I wiped my tears after slowing down my thoughts and my racing heart. I slid into the VIP room that everyone was lounging in and I grabbed a drink out jisoo’s hand. Everyone whipped their heads my way and watched at the frantic way I drunk down the poison without any words. I sat the glass back into the hand of the girl and sighed, my eyes traveled from one person to another as my bottom lip locked in between my teeth.

“What’s wrong? Where’s baekhyun?” Sehun asked.

“And chanyeol?” Jennie added quickly.

I cleared my throat and grabbed the whole bottle of the alcohol they had chosen to sip on tonight.

No one ever said being the bearer of bad news was easy.

About an hour after explaining exactly what I heard from the phone call and where chanyeol had taken baekhyun we all decided to shut down party time and went straight for the exo mansion with distressing and distraught feelings. I drove my customized range rover with a focused mind. My girls stayed quiet since we left the club and I couldn’t help but feel like it was my fault. It may be stupid to think that way though. “H-hey, I'm sure he’s okay. It’s suho we’re talking about after all.” I said in hopes of bringing up their moods. Lisa looked in the rearview mirror from the backseat at me with sad eyes. “That’s what I used to say about you. But while I was saying that you were being dressed up, drugged, and raped.” She spoke with a scared tone in her voice that made my heart clench.

“That won’t happen to suho, he’s better than me, he wouldn’t even let himself be captured.” I said with a small smile remembering how he was always one step ahead of everyone else. Not even that, more like three steps ahead. “Stop trying to console us already. You think minseok, being the way he is, wouldn’t make absolutely sure his best friend is dead before telling everyone? He’s not the type to do that.” Rose said with little to no emotion, her feet pressing into the passenger seat with her hands cradling her knees. I grunted a small “fuck” under my breath while I gripped harder on the steering wheel. I hadn’t thought of that, I But to be honest I wasn’t thinking realistically in the first place. I didn’t want to. I still don’t. I looked over to jisoo as she sat in the backseat shaking with wide teary eyes while jennie held her tightly, her eyes being the opposite of jisoo’s. Of course, she’s probably taking this worse than anyone in this car. For the first time, jisoo was falling in love, it was something so rare, something I thought I would never see. For that to be taken away from her like this makes me fill up with rage towards that fucking bitch. She’s such a pussy. I swear to god I’ll make her regret the day she ever decided to fuck with us.

We got closer to the mansion and I squinted my eyes to get a better look at what’s ahead of me. A little bit ahead of us I could see the limo the boys rode here in, wasn’t parked properly. All the doors were open and I saw Kai standing next to one of them with an anxious look on his face. I sped up and pulled fully into the driveway. My heart started to beat rapidly like before as I caught a glimpse of baekhyun on his knees in front of the limo and behind the Bugatti, chanyeol was driving. I parked the car in a rush and tried to get out before my seat belt pulled me back into my seat. Rose reached over to unbuckle me with a shaky hand and I pushed my door opened in a rough manner. I ran over to baekhyun pushing the boys standing around him out of my way, My hands grabbed onto him before he smacked them away and looked into my eyes with teary red ones.

“Don’t touch me!” Baekhyun yelled at me, the car lights making him look beautifully sad.

“Baekhyun-” I uttered before being cut off.

“Why are you even here!? Just leave! Go!” He yelled in my face making me feel small. As if I meant nothing to him in his moment of need. A fire sparked in my stomach as I stared at his crazed eyes. I bit my lip in anger and swung my hand towards his face. He flinched before I stopped my hand from doing something stupid and pulled his head towards me. His forehead pushed up against mine and his eyes closed.

“Listen to me, you little shit, I love you with everything in me, and unless you kill me dead, I'm not going anywhere.”

More tears streamed down his closed eyes before his mouth opened slightly to let out small sounds. Before I knew it the rest of his body crashed into me, putting all of himself in my arms. My neck became wet after he dug his face in it and I wrapped my arms tightly around his torso. I didn’t realize how cold this night was until baekhyun’s warmth surrounded me.

“Why did he have to go. Why did he leave us.” He said while sobbing into me. I felt him losing strength to stand up as he slid lower. I went down with him, our knees kissing the ground at the same time.

I’ll stay here, in this exact position, all night if I have to, because there's nowhere I would rather be. Not even a little bit.

I groaned myself awake and curled up in the covers more. My hand reached up out of the comforter to rub my sleepy eyes and I cracked one open while rubbing the other. The room was but dark but lit up by moonlight that shined unapologetically throughout the room. I wonder where baekhyun went. my body twisted in the empty bed as I thought about the way baekhyun cried himself to sleep in my tight embrace when we finally got off the ground and into our bed. I turned around to look at the bathroom hoping to see the light. Maybe baekhyun is in there. I found nothing though, which made me even more curious until I caught a glimpse of our big walk-in closet light shining. I sighed and forced myself out of the cozy bed and made my way towards the closet with a tinge of worry.

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell Chris to get the jet ready right after we get off the phone.” I heard baekhyun’s voice whisper as my hand froze over the handle of the door. “Yes, I know, I’ll bring help. I won’t come alone.”

I bit my lip fighting back the urge to barge in. I know he’ll end the call if I do. And I would rather him finish up first. ”No, hell no. There’s no way I'm bringing aya with me, hyung. I’ll bring some rookies and maybe Chen. Chanyeol stays because I need him to look after aya.” I sucked in breath after hearing him say those words. What is he an idiot? Why would he make the same mistake as suho?

“Hyung, calm down, I'm not making the same mistake as suho. I'm only acting on what I think is right. Bringing more people into this will only make things worse.” I exhaled in anger. There’s no way I'm letting him do this. I won’t let him put his life on the line like this. Not like this. He’s not leaving without me.

“I know si yeon like the back of my hand. I can get the job done better than anyone can. This isn’t something I'm worried about. I know that’s what suho said but it’s not the same. It just isn’t. I don’t care what it takes, I’ll go there and tell her I love her, I’ll even fuck her if I have to, all I know is she will die a painful death for what she did and I'm going to be the one to make sure of that.” I pushed open the door and stared at him with anger in my eyes. He turned around to stare back, his eyes filled with the same emotion, only it was not towards me. “Hyung, let me call you back when I'm on the jet.” My eyes traveled to a suitcase he had laid out in front of him filled with guns and ammo and only one pair of underwear.

We stared at each other before I folded my arms and looked towards his suitcase again. “You’re leaving?” I asked in a calm manner.

“How much of that did you hear?” He spoke with a low raspy voice. He sounds sleepy. his body turning more towards me as he spoke those words.

“Are you leaving or what.”

“I’m leaving.” He said now breaking our eye contact.

I bit my lip and looked away too. I'm trying my best not to blow up at him for what I just heard a minute ago. My eyes flew to his face with no resistance. “Without me?” The question came out before I could stop it. He looked into my eyes his body facing me and he opened his mouth before closing it again.

“Yes.” He said, his voice going softer than it was before.

My eyes burned as I heard him say the things I didn’t want to hear out loud. I took a few steps forward slowly as I tried to fight back any kind of tears. Without a second thought my hand swung on its own, but this time I didn’t stop it. The loud sound of my hand making contact with his left cheek filled the closet before he placed his hand over it. “I won’t let you.” I said with my hand stinging. He got up abruptly and looked at me with a cold, hard, expression. His eyes telling me to just leave. But there was no way I was going to. My heart felt heavy as fighting the tears became harder to do. I’m just so scared of losing him. I can’t let this happen.

“This is not up for discussion!” He yelled at me.

“No, baekhyun, I won’t let you leave without me.” He turned his back, ignoring me and looking through his clothes with no emotion. “Baekhyun, look at me!” I said pulling his arm. “Please don’t go!”

“I don’t want to! Do you think I'm going to have fun going to avenge suho, who was like a father figure to me!? Do you think I want to go find a distressed minseok alone in some random hotel room!? I don't! But I have to, it’s my responsibility. I won’t put your life at risk for this. You staying here is the only way I can guarantee your safety. I can’t afford to lose you again! now that suho is....”

“Don’t you get it!? I can’t afford to lose you either! If you die and I know I didn’t do anything to stop it I will never forgive myself. At least let’s do this together. If we die, we die together. If we survive, we live on together. Baekhyun, let me be there for you.” I placed my hands on his cheeks, one feeling hotter than the other.

His eyes glistened with tears but they refuse to fall, unlike the ones relentlessly streaming down my face. He slowly moved my hands away from his face and walked forwards making me take steps back. My foot landed outside of the closet and he sniffled. “Go back to bed. Go back to sleep.” The man closed the door in my face before I could say anything back, making me want to scream at him, instead, I placed my forehead on the door and my hands did the same. I closed my eyes as more tears came down my cheeks. Thoughts of baekhyun not coming back ran through my head, driving me mad.

After what I think was an hour of sitting with my knees to my chest at the closet door, the sky started to wake up and I became calmer than I was before. I could hear baekhyun make the call for his jet and some backup. Not long after my back felt the door open and I moved to stand up. Baekhyun’s eyes didn’t make contact with mines when he walked out with his suitcase fully packed and a determined look. His shirt was now covered by a hoodie he pulled over it and he wore a tired look with messy hair, and that made me worry more. “B-baekhyun-” I called out before getting cut off like before. “Listen, I'm sorry for how I reacted, I'm not in the right mind space. But I need you to understand why you have to stay, it would make everything so much easier.” Baekhyun said with an almost pleading tone. I closed my eyes and sighed before reaching out my hand, hoping baekhyun takes it. He gave me a quick look of desperation and then grabbed my hand roughly, pulling me into him. His arms wrapped around me and I did the same to him. My face dug deeper into his chest as his hands caressed the top of my head and my back. I slowly pulled away to look at him with a sad smile. All the things in my head were screaming at me as I looked into his eyes. His beautiful brown teary eyes.

What if he doesn't come back?

I tilted my head upwards to initiate the kiss I need so badly.

What will you do without him in your life?

He caught my lips without a second thought and pulled me into him more by my waist.

You could go if you wanted. Just sneak onto the jet. Who cares if he hates you afterward, at least you know you tried your best.

I tugged on his hair and slid my tongue into his mouth as his hands slid under my shirt and kneaded my waist.

You won’t do it. You’re too scared. You’re such a little pussy. You think you won't come back alive.

I grabbed his shirt and pulled him with me while I walked backwards into the bed. Together we fell into the soft mattress and never once broke our locked lips.

You deserve to die if you can’t protect the one you love. You’re worthless.

I stopped in the middle of taking baekhyun’s shirt off and stared blankly at the ceiling, letting my thoughts cut deeply like a stab. “Aya?” Baekhyun called out to me in worry. My hands fell from their place, drifting away from him and to my face. I covered my teary eyes while baekhyun continued to call for me. A fire like heat started in my stomach before it began to spread out around the rest of my body. A feeling of being trapped made me lose breathe and I pushed baekhyun off of me to run to the other side of the room. I held my chest and took deep breaths while sliding down the wall I pushed myself against. Baekhyun ran over to me, grabbing my shoulders in concern

“Aya, talk to me. What’s going on?”

I looked up, my heart and eyes overwhelmed with emotions. I bit my lip to hold back the tears as we made eye contact. “I can’t just agree with what you’re doing. I can't just be okay with it. It’s tearing me apart already and you haven’t even left. Please, don’t go. Let’s stop her some other way. I refuse to lose you.”

He stared at me with his mouth slightly open before licking his lips and running his left hand through his messy hair. He looked completely stressed out by my words and actions, I would be too if I were him. The way I'm acting right now isn't me, but I can’t help it. I wish I could. “I-” Baekhyun got cut off by a knock on the door making the both of us whip our heads to it. “Come in!” Baekhyun yelled after turning his attention back to me. His eyes roamed my face in search of something unknown while the person came in.

“The jet is ready. Everything is looking good,” The random guy spoke in a professional voice. This guy probably works here and I have never seen him once. How big is this mansion? “Alright. I’ll be down in a few.” Baekhyun said to the man while still looking at me. He left the room after a respectful bow, shutting the door softly. Baekhyun put his arm next to my head while I looked at him in desperation. He leaned into me to gently place his forehead over mine, I basked in this moment, closing my eyes and holding onto his arm that’s placed on the wall next to me.

“I love you so much. Please stay safe, my love.” Baekhyun whispered sweetly to me.

My heart raced when he pulled away from me and cracked a little when he turned his back. My eyes pierced his suitcase and i got up quickly. “Baekhyun! No, please!” I yelled, pleading for him to just stop. Just stay here. He ignored me and picked up his suitcase, walking away as if I wasn’t just yelling at him. “Baekhyun, please think this through more! Even if it’s just one more night! Stay with me!” I yelled more as I followed him out of our room and to the stairs. When we reached the bottom of the stairs I grabbed him roughly. I can’t have him walk out of my life like this. “Baekhyun, don’t, please.” I whispered when my hand started to shake. “If you go, I don’t know what I'm going to do with myself.”

“Aya, if you love me like you say you do, please, please let me go.” Baekhyun spoke with his back still facing me.

I could feel everyone else’s eyes on us after coming out of their rooms to see what was going on. It’s my fault since I'm the one making a scene. But I don’t care about that right now. “Baekhyun, listen to me, what if you never come back? Do you really want this to be the last time we see each other?” I spoke with a pleading tone as I tugged on him. His eyes closed as he scrunched his face up, trying to fight the way I'm shooting him right in the heart with my words. “What we have is more special than any revenge. If you leave, you're leaving that here. Why can’t you see that!? Only you can make me beg like this! Stop making me swallow my pride and just come back into my arms. Let’s talk about this. Let’s think on it. Together.”

He finally opened his eyes and for split second he looked like my words made him change his stubborn mind. I saw his eyes fly passed me at something else and before I could look behind me the boy grabbed my face and kissed me roughly. I was taken by surprise before giving into the feeling and kissing him back. My hands went to wrap around baekhyun’s neck but he caught them, holding my wrists in his hands. He pulled away slowly, looking at me sweetly. “Chanyeol.” Baekhyun whispered when my waist was grabbed suddenly by big hands.

“Hey! Let me go!” I yelled at chanyeol as he wrapped his arms around me to keep me restrained. I struggled as I watched baekhyun give a signal to his pilot that he's ready to go. “Baekhyun. Don’t you dare walk out of this mansion.” I warned.

“I love you, aya. I’ll miss you. I promise you, I can do this, and I will come back to you. Just believe in me. Bye, guys.” Baekhyun spoke with a small smile. I struggled more with tears forming in my eyes. Why is he doing this? And why can’t understand his actions? Why can’t he understand mine? Would things still be the same if he did? Maybe he does. “Baekhyun, don’t! This is the last time I'm going to say. Don’t fucking leave me.” I said. Chanyeol’s hold on me felt almost good at this moment. It feels like it’s keeping from exploding. “Please.” I said as my last shot. After this im out of bullets.

Baekhyun smiled sadly before grabbing his suitcase and turning his back on me again. How could he ignore me when I am pleading like this. I just don’t understand him. At this moment I feel like he shut me out of his mind. Or did I shut myself out? My head is too clouded to think clearly. So, I won’t think. “Fine! Leave! Ignore me! I don’t care! I was fine on my own before I met you! Fuck you, byun baekhyun!” I screamed at him while he walked further away from me. “I hate you.” I whispered to myself, letting all the tears stream down my face. Why am I like this? I'm too scared to go and I'm scared to stay. I'm scared of baekhyun leaving me forever. I'm scared of not being able to do anything to help him. I'm scared of going and dying. I'm scared to die. Since when did this happen? What happened to me? What did I do to myself?

Chanyeol wrapped his arms around me in a more comfortable way than before. Maybe he sensed the things I was thinking. I jumped in his embrace before relaxing. “He loves you too.” He whispered into my ear. I Shut my eyes tightly and bit my lip. He’s trying to comfort me. I grabbed his arms and nodded.

“I know.”

My head is spinning as I stared at the ceiling of my room. Suho is gone. Baekhyun left. He took Chen instead of me. And now he told me to watch over aya carefully. As much as I love aya, to be honest, I would rather be there with him. I think all of us would have gone with him instead of staying actually, but he was being selfish. He thought it was all his fault so only he could handle it. But that’s probably some of the stupidest thought he’s ever had. He’s really an idiot. An idiot that better come back safely.

It’s been a good four hours since he left. Aya went to her room and so did everyone else. I think we’re all just really emotionally drained right now. But who wouldn't be. That aside, I should probably go check on her soon. I want to give her space, but leaving her alone for too long seems like a bad idea. My eyebrows moved upwards while my mouth did the opposite. Seeing aya act like that almost broke me, seeing her tears and pleading face was too much for me to handle. I know baekhyun felt the same way. I could tell by his face his heart was breaking. That stubborn bastard.

I got up from laying on my back and walked over to the door in my room that leads to the balcony. Not all of the rooms have one but I had to make sure mine did. It overlooks our backyard and makes a great entrance for the times I throw pool parties. Plus I get to watch the girls swim sometimes. Only sometimes, you know, when they don’t yell at me to stop being a perv. Which is not my intentions, it’s just nice to see people enjoy the pool every once in a while. Speaking of that, my eyes caught a glimpse of someone laying poolside in a white bikini, making me lose all my thoughts. I squinted my eyes to see who it was better and smiled at what I found. “Aya.” I said under my breath. I watched her lift her soft chin upwards to let more of the morning sun hit her face. She looks so beautiful. As always. I ran a hand through my hair with slight frustration. The feeling of holding her is haunting me. She was just so soft. How can I not think about it?

How long have I been going on like this? Probably ever since I met her. I can’t even remember anymore. With that being said, it doesn’t drive me as crazy as it used to. Knowing i can’t have her. Knowing she doesn’t want me to have her. I remember how easy it was to tell her my feelings that night at the dinner party because I got over the fact that it was always going to be one-sided. Besides, moments later I watched her get fingered by baekhyun under the table so she probably wasn’t thinking about what I said to her after that. I sighed. What a night that was. I’ve been trying to move on for a while, but I love to love her too much. Other girls don’t even come close. How to get over someone as mind-blowing as you, aya? Please tell me.

Aya moved forwards to sit up and tie her hair into a bun. I watched her every movement, my eyes sliding down her arms and to her chest, making their way to her waist and thighs before she got up. Her feet tapped closer to the edge of the pool stairs and she stepped down while holding onto the railing. The water slowly swallowed her breathtaking body while I shamelessly enjoyed every second of it. I smiled in satisfaction before getting startled by her pretty eyes piercing into me. Shit. I looked away quickly and put my hands on my hips, hoping to throw her off of thinking I was staring at her. I bit my lip when I still felt her eyes on me. The temptation to look at her as she looked at me won and I took a peek at her face. She looked kind of confused but then she put on a small smile and my heart did a tiny happy dance. I smiled back at her as she lifted a hand up to wave at me. I waved back with small motions, staring at her sweetly.

“Hi.”

My eyes opened when I heard the door for the backyard close. “Chanyeol.” I called for him with a smile. “Hey!” He called back, matching my smile. He came up the edge of the pool and sat down, sliding his feet and calves into the water. “Can I ask how you're doing?” Chanyeol spoke with concern. I began to swim over to where he was while I answered him. “I'm feeling fine. I'm sorry for freaking out like that.”

“It’s okay, We all felt the same way, I'm sure. Plus you had the right, he is your boyfriend after all. Don’t apologize for loving him, or for wanting to protect him.”

“You’re right, I'm still sorry though.” I chuckled. I never intended to go that crazy, but the mix of having suho gone and baekhyun leaving made my heart tremble in fear for some reason. I just couldn’t handle it. “Then again, all of it made me realize something.” I said.

“And what’s that?” Chanyeol asked when he tilted his head towards the sun and squinted his eyes.

“Love made me soft.”

AUTHORS NOTE : im backkkk!!! and i cannot wait to make the next chapter! i hope you enjoyed this and thank you for readinggg im sorry if it was a bit trashy its hella late and i was so ready to finish and start start the next one. SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK! ive been gone too long so im going to try and push out some good chapters for you guys! thank you for your patience!

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aromanticmage · 5 years

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Reveal short fic

"How"

That was the only word going through Entropy's - Anna's head, lucky for her, since said head was currently being shoved through a brick wall by none other than Marshal Steel.

A normal, routine mission went south when Marshal Steel showed up, with a trick up his sleeve: a short-range, high-intensity EMP.

The nanovores covering his suit were fried, and Anna made the quick decision to get the hell out of there.

She quickly lost the armored hero thanks to her increased speed, but upon reaching one of her temporary bases, the rangers found her again, this time it was Herald who appeared out of nowhere, colliding into her at just under the speed of sound.

Despite sensing it coming and dodging, Anna was sent flying off a roof just by the force of him brushing past. Getting back up to her feet, a motorcycle turned into the small street that Anna now stood on, barreling past old warehouses and abandoned factories, carrying Ortega and Argent.

They'd followed her, somehow. Maybe Herald was doing an eyes-in-the-sky? maybe they hit her with a tracker, it didn't matter now, because she was starting to panic.

Jumping through a window into the building behind her, Anna hauled ass, slipping through doors and windows, using her jump-jets as much as possible, trying to lose them in the maze of old buildings.

It wasn't enough.

Just when she was starting to think she had lost them again, Marshal Steel burst through the nearest wall like the goddamn kool-aid man, and charged.

This was bad, very bad.

Boosting over him with her jump-jets, Anna briefly touched the back of his armor as she flew, spreading some nano-vores in the hopes that he would activate his EMP, stalling him long enough for her to slip away again.

They had to have slipped a tracker, but where?

Anna had only taken two steps out of the nearest door before she was drop-kicked back inside by a sudden Ortega. Sent sliding across the floor, Anna was truly beginning to panic as she hopped to her feet and ran back towards the door she came in through, only for it to be blocked by Argent, who grinned and stepped into the old building, connecting her fingers into two long blades.

Anna turned to face the others, and was met by Steel's fist grabbing her by the helmet, lifting her up, and charging into the wall, slamming Entropy into the brick.

Okay. That hurt

She slapped some more nanovores onto Steel's gauntlet, and smiled when he cursed, his attention drawn, and then used her speed to kick out of his hold, launching herself up into the air and blasting steel in the face with her jump-jet.

She only got a few meters before fate fucked her over once again, with Herald crashing in through the ceiling and hitting her square in the back, sending her careening into the floor.

Not good, very not good Anna thought, holding her totally-not-fractured ribs as she coughed.

Anna stood up, and looked around her at the 4 Rangers, arranged around her like a compass.

Anna grimaced, before noticing a slight crack in her helmet's visor. Her blood ran cold, what if this is it? Is this where it ends?

The next minute or so was a blur of the rangers taking turns punching, kicking, and tossing her around. Sure, she got some good hits in, but 4-on-1 just isn't something she's capable of handling.

And thus, here she is, getting slammed into another wall by Steel, the crack on her visor growing, the migraine in her head worsening, and most likely, her armor weakening.

One last collision of head v. wall, and her armor lit up with warning signs, her helmet seals were compromised.

Squeezing her eyes shut, her head pounded harder than it had since she escaped the Farm, and she tasted blood on her lips.

Then, she felt fresh air on her face, and the emotions of the 4 Rangers lit up like bonfires. She threw up her shields, drawing herself inward, closing off their fury and shock and confusion.

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After hours of chase, they had finally done it. They had Entropy pinned down, and they were going to get some real answers, some real justice. Justice for Herald, who Entropy brutalized during the museum fight, justice for everyone Entropy has terrorized.

As Steel slammed Entropy into the wall for what feels like the fifth time, the dark, mysterious villain went slack, and steel reached up, and pulled their featureless, mirror-like helmet off their head.

He dropped it a few moments later, as everyone stared at the face of Anna Brown, formerly Sidestep, a hero, one of them.

Her eyes were closed, her curly brown shoulder-length hair messy and greasy from being in that helmet, a large bruise starting to form on her forehead, and a thick stream of blood coming out of both of her nostrils.

Julia felt her world grind to a halt.

This... this didn't make any sense.

Anna had been there for them, she went to the hospital when Julia was hurt, they had shared so many kisses over the past few months, there was no way she could have been... that this whole time!

Julia and Herald both had conspiracies running through their head, what if she's been controlled, or blackmailed? What if this is a decoy?

Steel only felt a rising mixture of fury, confusion, and self-hate. He knew Anna hadn't been okay, but to have become a villain?

Argent only felt confusion mixed with slowly rising anger as all the pieces started fitting together.

After almost half a minute of tense, shocked silence, Ortega spoke up first.

"Anna.. wh-" was all she got out before Anna's eyes shot open, and Ortega faltered at the sight of them.

They weren't the joyful, hopeful eyes of sidestep, nor the sad, tired eyes of the Anna she had come to know since their reunion.

These eyes were almost fully dilated, full of absolute terror and panic, more like a caged, abused animal than an evil villain.

And then she moved.

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It hit her then, that this really was it. That they were going to send her to jail, and from there, the Farm. There was no chance Steel and Argent would ever let her go, maybe if it was just Ortega and Herald she would have had a chance.

Anna's eyes shot open, her pupils dilating as her body became flooded with adrenaline. Where the world was only static, sound came rushing back in.

"-na... W-" was all she heard from Ortega before she kicked herself up, and blasted her jump jet straight into Chen's shocked, disbelieving face.

Not friends.

All logic and reason had gone out the window, and Anna, now unmasked, boosted forward, and with a flying kick, nailed the open mouthed Ortega right in the nose, almost certainly breaking it and sending her flying backwards into a stack of old boxes.

Not lovers.

They'll send me back

To Anna, all of this was a panicked blur, but to the 4 Rangers, caught off guard by this revelation, this new series of attacks did far more damage than any other during this chase. The juxtaposition between the almost wraith-like armor of Entropy attached to Anna's head was bizarre and disorienting.

I can't go back

Embrace the darkness that's within me

No hiding in the shadows anymore

It was Argent who realized it first, as she charged forward, thrusting her blade hands forward only for Anna to dodge, move in down in between them, and come back up with an uppercut to the jaw, that Anna wasn't fighting to stay out of jail or to run.

She's fighting as if her very life depends on it.

Can't I Can't I Can't I Can't go back

When this wickedness consumes me

Nothing can save you

And there's no way out

Herald moved in to try and pin down the rabid, shadowy pinball that Anna - his idol - has turned herself into, only to find his body plummeting to the ground as his body is hijacked by a certain enraged telepath.

Ortega rushed back in, tears already starting to fall as she tried to grapple her best friend - her maybe-girlfriend, and got a rocket-powered kick to the stomach for her troubles.

Weave right through to get closer

Like a silver bullet piercing through

I throw myself into you

Steel stood shock still, processing what was happening. Something still felt off to him, too many pieces were missing. He shook his head, and moved in.

Can't lose Can't Stop Can't go ba-

Anna found herself pinned to the floor by Steel's armor, his massive armored hand pinning her shoulders, and his leg pressing hers into the ground.

She struggled. Hard. As the other rangers collected themselves, they all looked to see Anna fighting with all her might against Steel's grasp, to no avail.

"Stop" Came Chen's voice. A simple command, but Anna did indeed stop.

Rather, she went completely limp, and shut her eyes as tears started to flow.

"P-please, d-d ont' turn me in, ju-just kill me, ple- please" Anna stuttered out, holding back defeated, heart-wrenching sobs.

Julia's heart twisted, hearing Anna beg for death was almost too much.

Even Chen's heart twisted, but like his name, he steeled himself, and asked "Why."

Anna shook her head. "I... can't go back" She choked out.

"Go back where?" Herald asked, stepping forward. His mind and heart were in turmoil. There has to be something more to this, Sidestep.. Anna, The person he'd looked up to his whole life as a hero, could just have... become a villain!

Things clicked together for Argent as she remembered what Entropy.. what Anna showed her in the sewer. "Back to the Directive" She muttered, just loud enough for the others to hear.

They all looked up at her, confused, but she kept her eyes locked on Anna.

"The Special Directive? Why would she get sent to them?" Ortega asked, desperate for any bit of logic or reasoning behind any of this.

"Ask her." Argent deadpanned.

Chen looked down, thought for a few moments, then made a call. "If i let you up, are you going to try to run?"

Anna's lip quivered, and she choked back another sob before shaking her head.

Steel frowned, but decided to give her a chance. She deserved that much.

As he lifted himself off of her, Anna moved her hands up to her face, but stayed prone on the ground.

The Rangers stood there, waiting for her to start explaining, as Anna waited for her breathing to get under control.

Never, not even in the Farm, had she felt as vulnerable and helpless as now.

She hated it.

But, the cat was out of the bag, if she was going to have any chance of not going to the Farm, she had to explain everything, starting with....

Anna slowly unbuckled her gauntlets, first her left arm, then her right, revealing her long, black under suit gloves, and then peeling those off.

For a moment, the 3 rangers in the room who weren't aware of the secret, just stared in confusion, as their minds processed what they were seeing.

Bright, almost glowing orange tattoos criss-crossed her upper arms, ending at her elbows.

Tattoos that marked a Re-Gene.

"I-" Anna started, her voice shaky, before gulping and continuing "I'm.... not r-real"

"B...but, you... blue skin..." Herald managed to say.

Anna shook her head. "I'm... i'm a cuckoo. Infiltration.. made" She gritted her teeth when she said that word. "To look and act as human as possible"

As the 3 Rangers processed this, Anna sat up, and curled her legs into her chest, burying her face in her knees.

"That's... that's why i c-could never join you, why i could never get a background check" She continued, looking up at Steel with pleading, red eyes.

Steel slowly nodded. "Because you didn't have a background... which means you're a fugitive from them.."

Anna nodded.

The realization came to Julia. "Wait... are they... the ones who took you? After Heartbreaker?"

Anna slowly nodded, not even able to bring herself to look at what must surely be disappointment and disgust on Julia's face.

"T...they brought me back... to the..." Anna sobbed again "The Farm."

"I can't go back, i can't" She muttered, curling up inwards, mentally and physically.

"I mean... you're a person! You're like... self aware, yeah? Surely they treat you like one? They're the good guys! ....Right?" Asked Herald, his naivety showing through.

"...My first day back, after heartbreaker.... they cut me open to look for damage. Without anesthesia." Anna said, her voice almost a whisper and her eyes empty.

All of them, even Argent, felt their stomachs fall. Cold is one thing, but needlessly and purposefully cruel?

Julia felt bile rise to the back of her throat, and almost threw up at the mental imagery, which might even have been provided by Anna's powers seeping out.

"They boosted me, enhanced me. I spent 4 years in their... care.. before i got away again."

Argent frowned, then her face twisted. "It was you. You're the one who controlled me, and then you made me think it was Locus, didn't you?!"

Anna paused for a few moments, then nodded.

Argent growled, and took a step forward, only to be pushed back by Ortega, who gave her a stern stare.

Argent pushed Ortega back, then turned around to the wall and punched through it in frustration.

"But... okay." Ortega said, taking a deep breath. "So you escaped, but then why not come to us? Why not trust us to help you?"

"....Angry. I was angry."

Ortega was a little taken aback. "..At us?"

Anna nodded. "For the first six months, i kept thinking 'The Rangers will come, they're looking for me, i know they are'" Her voice was full of bitter resentment. "And then when i gave up hope, i started wondering if you had sold me out, if you had found out and tipped them off."

"I... Anna i would ne-"

"I know" Anna said, cutting Julia off. "That doesn't change what i thought back then. And besides, like Herald said, these are the good guys, i could never get my revenge, could never take them down hard enough that i'd finally be able to live a normal life, if i had come to you all for help."

"Even if that had worked, someone would have taken their place." Anna's voice started hardening. "I wanted to make sure that nobody like them could ever do what they do, and to do that i had to tear down the system that feeds them, empowers them."

"And.. and the Museum? Why attack there? Why attack us?!?" Herald all but shouted. Inside he was relieved that Sidestep had at least some level of good reason, that she wasn't lost to the darkness.

Anna said nothing, just turned her head and looked at Ortega.

Julia understood immediately. "The Sidestep exhibit"

Anna looked away, and nodded. "That was the main reason. Others were to test out the suit, make my entrance as someone to be feared, and to sow chaos."

"I don't care" Steel said, his voice hard as iron. "I don't care how bad you've been hurt, that doesn't give you the right to hurt others, to hurt innocents"

"I've never killed anyone, Chen" Anna snapped. "At least, no one who wasn't a hard-core villain or murderer themselves.

"And what about all of this? What about us? Was that all manipulation? Was that part of your plan!?" Ortega almost yelled as she started getting angry too. Like herald, her heart lurched at hearing what was done to Anna, her closest friend, the closest thing she's ever had to a real lover.

But that doesn't wash away the sting of betrayal.

Anna just glared at Julia. "My plan was to stay as far away from all of you as possible, you wormed your way back into my life, not the other way around"

Ortega opened her mouth to retort, when Anna's eyes went wide, and she shot up from the ground.

"They're here." She said, her voice full of fear and horror as she looked around, focusing on people... or things, that the rest of them couldn't yet.

Anna started backing up, her breathing speeding up as she neared hyperventilation. "You.. you can't let them take me, ple-please"

"I'll never get away, if you can't let me go, just kill me, please"

All 4 Rangers looked at each other, their brows furrowed. Julia in particular, was horrified at the suggestion that they just... kill her.

Anna looked right at Julia. "Please..." She said as she started to tear up again, her voice full of fear, weak and vulnerable.

And then the windows shattered, and smoke filled the room.

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chogiwakeupsheeple · 5 years

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EXO’s Chen; Have I Ever

Genre: Smut, some fluff Pairing: Chen x Reader Words: 2376

You were told to be on your best behavior all night, but rules are meant to be broken

AN: This one goes out to you @cloudkjd / @patteisonfire love u pal

The sun was slowly setting as you finished blow-drying your hair in the large mirror of you and Jongdae’s bedroom. You had just finished showering and decided to dress yourself in one of his shirts before getting ready for tonight’s guests. Jongdae was on the bed, scrolling mindlessly through his phone as he had already showered and needed much less time getting ready than you. He momentarily looked up and caught your gaze in the mirror. ‘‘Have I ever told you how much I love you?’‘ he asked with a smile, but you obviously didn’t hear through the noise of the blow dryer. You turned it off and turned around to face him before answering, ‘’what did you say?’‘

‘‘I just asked if I’ve ever told you how much I love you’‘ he answered with an even bigger smile. ‘‘Of course,’‘ you giggled as you stepped towards him, ‘‘you tell me every day.’‘ He grabbed your hands once you were within reaching distance and dragged you closer to him, softly rubbing your fingers as he did so. ‘‘Well then, have I ever told you that you look better in my clothes than I do?’‘ he asked with a laugh and you laughed with him; ‘‘Why do you think I wear them.’‘

With a swift pull he had you down on top of him in a tight hug and no intention of letting go. You tried wriggling free of his grip as he began showering you in kisses all over your face. ‘‘Hey! We have to get ready, the others will be here in thirty minutes!’‘ you laughed between his kisses. He finally released you from the hug, but his hand remained in yours, not letting you go. ‘’A kiss in return for your freedom’‘ he smirked. You rolled your eyes at his behavior but regardless you leaned down and planted a loving kiss on his soft lips. It was hard to determine who was the most teasing In your relationship; you were both strong competitors. It was for this reason that you decided to bite his lip as you pulled away from the kiss, wanting revenge for his hug attack. Jongdae looked shocked when you pulled away, but his shock was quickly replaced with that familiar twinkle he got in his eyes whenever he wanted to bend you over the bed. You didn’t have time to react before he got up and grabbed the back of your neck, bringing your ear to his lips. ‘’You better behave tonight, Babygirl’‘ he growled, sending a shiver down your spine. You had never been able to understand how he could switch from the regular goofy Jongdae to the man you only saw in your bedroom so quickly, but you weren’t about to complain.

You had both managed to get ready just as the doorbell rang downstairs, signaling the arrival of your guests. You had promised Jongdae to behave, but he knew just as well as you that you were known for breaking the rules. You went down to the front door together and just as you moved to open it Jongdae snaked an arm around your waist, dragging you closer to him. You looked up at him with an eyebrow raised questioningly but he simply smiled innocently in response. As soon as the door was opened Sehun stormed inside, nearly knocking the both of you over. ‘‘Were you two fucking or something? Took you forever to open the door’‘ he laughed, leaving Junmyeon outside with a bottle of wine in hand and an embarrassed look on his face. ‘‘Ah, don’t mind him, he’s just hungry and impatient’‘ he explained while stepping inside.

You took the wine and thanked him before going to the kitchen to check on the food. Leave it to Junmyeon to buy an overly expensive wine when he was just having dinner with his members, you thought as you poured the beverage into four glasses. You heard the others chatting and laughing in the room next door and you felt lucky that you had all found the time to meet up; it was especially rare for Jongdae to see his other members like this. Just as you were lost in thought a hand found your waist, forcing you to snap back into reality. You were met with the sight of Junmyeon’s smile as he lightly squeezed your waist before pulling you into a hug. ‘‘It’s so good to see you again, Y/N’‘ he mumbled into your shoulder, and you couldn’t agree more; you had missed him as well as the others a lot. ‘‘It’s sad the others couldn’t be here, but two is better than none’‘ you responded as you pulled away to look at him.

At that moment, Jongdae and Sehun joined you in the kitchen - most likely to check on the missing wine. Jongdae instinctively found your side, and Sehun seemed to be drawn to Junmyeon, forcing you two apart. You swore you saw a hint of jealousy in Sehun’s eyes when he saw you and Junmyeon so close to each other, but you knew you must have imagined it; he knew you two had always been this touchy. ‘‘You guys are in luck,’‘ Jongdae exclaimed before lovingly kissing your cheek, ‘‘Y/N has prepared the most delicious meal for us all.’‘

‘‘You know, eating her ass doesn’t count as a meal’‘ Sehun joked, causing Junmyeon to roll his eyes. ‘‘Oh shut up Sehun,’‘ Jongdae retorted, ‘‘as if you didn’t wish our leader here would eat yours.’‘ He immediately began laughing hysterically at his remark, thinking he was hilarious, but you noticed that both Sehun and Junmyeon started awkwardly laughing as they nervously shared glances. You narrowed your eyes at them but didn’t dare to comment; you had to gather more information during dinner.

You had to applaud yourself - the dinner was indeed delicious. The others seemed to think so as well as they shoveled it down in between conversations. You were about halfway done with dinner when you decided it was finally time to break the rules. At first it was innocent - just your foot rubbing against his leg in a comforting manner. He sent you a loving smile from across the table in response, but that was the end of it. It didn’t take long before you got more daring and moved your foot further up his legs. You praised yourself for remembering to take off your shoes before dinner, claiming your feet were sore. Your foot rested on the chair next to his thigh, and it was at this point he began to be alarmed. He sent you a glare as a warning while trying to be discreet, but you only sent a smirk back in return; this was going to be a long night. It was obvious that Jongdae was trying to focus on his food and talking with the others, but he suddenly started stumbling over his words as your foot found his crotch.

‘’Dae, are you okay?’‘ Junmyeon asked with genuine concern. ‘‘Yeah,’‘ Jongdae answered while clearing his throat, ‘‘but I think it’s time to get the desert ready.’‘ Sehun and Junmyeon looked equally confused, but Dae chose to ignore it and moved his gaze to you. ‘‘Care to join me in the kitchen, Y/N?’‘ he asked, but the tone of his voice made it seem like it wasn’t actually a question. You nodded in response and followed him away from the table and your oblivious guests.

You were shown no mercy once you reached the kitchen. He roughly pushed you against the counter and captured your lips in a hungry kiss to relieve some of the pent up tension you had created. You moaned into the kiss, hoping the others couldn’t hear what you two were up to but it honestly wouldn’t be the first time they had caught you in a situation like this; you clearly remembered Sehun’s unamused expression that one time he had walked in on you with your hand practically in Jongdae’s pants. His mouth traveled to your neck and you had to fight back the whimpers in the back of your throat. ‘‘Ah, w-we have to get back to the others’‘ you stuttered, not wanting to get too lost in the moment. His dark eyes met yours as his hand slowly traveled to your neck, grabbing it just tight enough for you to feel it. ‘‘But I haven’t had my desert yet’‘ he remarked with a smirk before planting a long kiss on your lips. Your nails dug into the counter behind you as you felt your knees turn soft; you had always been weak for his kisses.

As much as his soft lips enchanted you, you were soon ripped back into reality by the sound of giggling. Actual giggling as if the two men in the other room had turned into school girls. Jongdae pulled away with a raised eyebrow, obviously having heard it too. ‘‘What in the world are they doing out there?’‘ he wondered out loud, looking slightly annoyed at being interrupted. ‘‘Any chance they’re doing the same thing as us?’‘ you asked with a laugh, and Jongdae couldn’t help but laugh as well while his hands found your hips and gave them a loving squeeze. ‘‘Junmyeon and Sehun? I want to say no but I’m afraid that’s a very real possibility’‘ he answered before finding your lips for one last kiss.

As soon as you reentered the dining room you found Sehun leaning up against the table, just like you had been pushed against the counter few moments prior, and in front of him stood Junmyeon, laughing at something the other had just said. Jongdae cleared his throat, announcing your arrival and causing the two to quickly turn around and jump away from each other in panic. ‘‘Uh,’‘ Junmyeon stuttered while nervously rubbing his neck, ‘‘we weren’t- we aren’t- uhmm.’‘

‘’Where’s the desert?’’ Sehun interrupted, seeming much calmer than the other man. Oh right, that’s what you were supposed to be doing when you got caught up in each other. You and Jongdae looked at each other trying to come up with an excuse through panicked mental communication. When you realised that neither one of you could read minds, you decided to use the method that had proven effective many times when you didn’t want to go to school or that awkward party where you didn’t know anymore; you faked sickness. Before you had a chance to process your dumb idea, you started coughing and rubbing your stomach as if it was aching. Your eyes desperately founds your boyfriend’s, hoping he would play along, and luckily he did - what other choice did he have. He lovingly grabbed your shoulders as if you were so sick you could barely stand and put on the most apologetic voice he could muster. ‘‘I’m so sorry guys but Y/N isn’t feeling to well so I’m afraid we’ll have to eat the desert at another time’‘ he explained as you continued coughing, desperately hoping they bought it.

Junmyeon looked like one big question mark while a knowing smirk had planted itself on Sehun’s face. ‘‘Sick? But you were fine bef-’‘ Junmyeon began but was interrupted by Sehun’s elbow in his ribs, signaling him to shut up. ‘‘I’m so sorry to hear that Y/N, we’ll head home so you can rest,’‘ Sehun smirked, sounding just as fake as the two of you, ‘‘it just so happens that Junmyeon was feeling a little ill as well so I’ll take him home.’‘ At this point you saw no meaning in continuing the coughing, instead you watched as your guests gathered their things and put on their jackets in a strangely hurried manner - almost as if they had the same plans as you and Dae. Before you knew it you had all said your goodbyes with a promise of a desert at a later time, and as soon as the door closed Jongdae was all over you.

You squealed in surprise at his lips on your neck, kissing it roughly and biting down on all the sweet spots he had become so acquainted with. You wrapped your arms around him, your nails digging into his strong back, and moaned in pleasure. ‘‘Have I ever told you,’‘ he breathed out as his hands found your ass, ‘‘how much I love your ass?’‘ You laughed in response, wondering why he today of all days had such an urge to tell you stuff you already knew. ‘‘Not with words’‘ you answered before reattaching your lips. His hands explored your backside while he bit down on your lip, effectively drawing out another moan from you. ‘‘Jump’‘ he ordered and so you did, knowing his strong hands would catch you. You snuck in one last kiss before jumping and wrapping your legs around his waist. With his hands still on your ass, now to carry you, he began moving upstairs with a few bumps on the road due to him not being able to keep his lips away from you.

As you reached the bedroom, he threw you onto the bed and quickly removed his shirt before crawling on top of you. Just as you were about to find his lips, desperate to taste him, he roughly grabbed your jaw and forced your gaze to meet his. ‘‘Babygirl,’‘ he whispered with a smirk, making sure he was close enough for you to feel his breath on your skin, ‘‘what was that little stunt you pulled at dinner? I thought I told you to behave.’‘ You swallowed hard, finding it difficult due to his rough grip. You batted your eyelashes innocently in response, but you knew exactly what you had been doing; what fun is it to set rules if you aren’t meant to break them anyway. His grip tightened, bringing your face closer and brushing his lips past yours, just barely touching.

‘‘Guess I’ll have to teach you how to be a good girl.’‘

And with those words his lips were on yours once again in a rough and passionate kiss before grinding his crotch down on yours, effectively drawing a moan from you. He smirked into your neck;

He liked it when he had to discipline you.

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bdenie · 5 years

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es ya gorl laur w another chara et another sidebloG. under the cut is a summary of her bio and lil head canons, possibly some plot ideas. like this post if you wanna plot!

so this es my bby malannie “nie” chen who was dante’s bff and has been away studying abroad during junior year so she wasn’t here for the restructure but she’s here to fight everyone lmao. she’s v much like dante tbh so everyone!! watch!! out!!

first off, she’s maritza “mitzi” “zie”’s twin and v much the evil twin lmao

they grew up w tiger parents who tried pitting them against each other but they stuck together bc fucc that

so u know how everyone loves sibling athletes? their parents decided to profit in that and forced the girls into sports until they found one they actually liked

nie chose snowboarding and zie chose figure skating

they got scouted around 12 by a big company and got to participate in the junior olympics

they got separated to train but kept in touch w texting/calling

nie’s coach was a huge yes-man and always complemented her and that ended up making her super cocky and unruly

at 16, they were able to participate in the pyongchan olympics as well and nie got a silver medal

now nie was already a brat and the medal only made it worse

social stat

@ the top ofc and she loves it

she got recruited into the windsors w dante so she’s been popular for a long time and knows how to play the game

she does a lot of manipulation behind the scene and a lot of dante’s acts were her idea

she’s basically the mom of the windsors and watches over them lmao

clubs: cross country, cooking, national honors society

dante

first met when they were young in a swimming class but left soon after, they got along rlly well tho

didn’t meet again until houghton and they recognized each other and rekindled their friendship

she got into a program to be coached by one of the best snowboarders during junior yr and she didn’t rlly want to go bc she didn’t want to leave him and her sister. he convinced her to leavev, saying she’d regret it if she didn’t go so she went.

she hates herself for going tho and wishes she could’ve stayed w dante during his last year

hcs

she lovs to see ppl cry slkfsd like she laughs when people cry it’s p fucked

she’s super into her body all that “my body is a temple” jazz so she rarely drinks (never gets drunk only buzzed) and never does drugs

she lobs to bake, she always brings freshly made treats for the windsors every morning

plots?

classic bully sitch

exes, bc those are always fun

i lit can’t think of anything LSKDFJ i’m sorry but like let’s brainstorm perhaps

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connywrites · 5 years

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of flesh and blood 11

start - part [10]

Honey, I wanna break you, I wanna throw you to the hounds. Yeah, I gotta hurt you, I gotta hear it from your mouth. Boy, I wanna taste you; I wanna skin you with my tongue. I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna lay you in the ground.

“Now. Care to explain the situation from earlier?”

Gavin’s eyebrows twitched as they furrowed into his usual scowl, a predictable response that the RK900 completely anticipated.

“Wh-“

“You know precisely what. Or rather, who. You were ready to swing at Lieutenant Anderson and we both know that.” Gavin narrowed his eyes and felt exactly as he did then; challenged, agitated, with a twitch in his lips as they curled back in a snarl.

“You heard him. The way he was talking about you, about me.” RK900 remained unmoving without so much as a flicker in its expression.

“Why do you think I would care what he was saying at all?” Gavin felt his body recline on itself as he realized that it wasn’t only the truth, but the fact he’d nearly started a fight over what the android would have seen as something miniscule and unimportant brought back the embarrassment he hadn’t felt for a couple of days now.

“No words of defense?” Gavin stared at it, and his aggression didn’t leave. The irritation had lingered within him, swirling with sparks in his mind ever since he stepped foot into the meeting room. A frustrating irony as it had gone better than any he’d attended previously, yet he wasn’t satisfied – he’d felt worse.

“Ah. Wait. It was not him you were angry at.” Gavin blinked, and in a moment of confusion, his offensive stance faltered.

“It was the fact he pointed out what I’m doing, and that it’s working. Yes? Or at least, combined with your oppositional nature with him. Chen mentioned similarly and it didn’t bother you at all…interesting, the differences in human relationships. So perhaps you were further triggered because you dislike him, but nonetheless, that behavior is inappropriate, and especially in that setting. How is anyone going to take you seriously if you--“

“Maybe I don’t want them to take me seriously!” His voice raised with a bark, wrinkles forming around his nose as it scrunched, the man baring his teeth not unlike a threatened dog.

“I didn’t ask for any of this. If I asked you to hurt me, whenever the fuck that was, haven’t you done it enough already?”

Reaching forward, RK900 gripped the simmering tie and pulled Gavin forth by it with a vigorous yank, though its eyes remained steady and its expression nonchalant.

“Some seem to believe I am helping you, and this is how you treat me?” Anxiety crawled down his back again as his muscles stiffened in the action of being afraid rather than provoked.

“Do you want to revisit the other night?” Gavin’s expression dropped almost immediately as he stared into cold, slate eyes with his own, not quite brave enough to say no.

“Your day was great. Your meeting went fantastic. You got the raise you wanted and you’ve contributed to the Department with advice that they took rather seriously, to everyone’s surprise, even your own. You want to go back on that because of a few words a man said to you?”

“Well, when you put it like that…” RK900 allowed itself to feel the emotion Gavin was currently under, calmly settling into the strange, foreign discomfort that made it feel something similar to what it imagined Gavin might have the night he killed its previous chassis. It presumed he still didn’t even remember the event, considering how far under the influence of the medication he had been.

“Indeed.” There was a bite to its tone as an idea bloomed in its mind, tilting its head with a glare that held more bite than Gavin had seen to date. Suddenly, he was trying to pull away, feeling his stomach knot as something like horror struck him, the innate urge to run making him panic and wrench in a way that encouraged the tie to constrict tighter around his neck, making him bring his hands up to claw at the 900’s hands the same way as he had when it was choking him before.

“Let—go—” In response to that demand, it pulled him closer, nearly bumping his nose to its own as it brought him near until there was half an inch between them. A different idea followed a different sensation, one that would seem rather random if it didn’t already have a secure database for human psychology, deciding to follow through for the pure sake of instigation.

In what was a pair of seconds for the android and a startling eternity for Gavin, their lips met, and there was the taste of coffee on its mouth in the moment that was shared. Letting go of the tie, it let its arms fall to its side, making no movement to pull away but letting Gavin regain full freedom as he stepped backward so fast he almost lost his balance, smacking a hand to cover his mouth in a moment of combined shock, embarrassment and lingering fright from the way the 900 spoke, looked at him, yanked at him, dragged him, threw him—an image of the android with eyeless sockets pouring shimmering blue blood flashed into his mind, and for a moment he thought he might retch. Why was he seeing things like that, and why at a time like this?

What the hell flared in his mind, a vibrant neon sign that flashed red flags, and suddenly he felt himself against the wall.

RK900 licked its lips like a hungry wolf, savoring the taste and storing the memory into its hard drives.

“W-wh—what was that about?!” Eyes dilated, his body vibrated with the shaky desire to flee, but all of his proper thinking was thrown out the window with the rush of alarm flashing through his mind. Walking closer, the entity settled its hands on his waist, glancing down at his midriff as its thumbs brushed under the fabric of his dress shirt, tucking it upward as it rubbed small circles along the inward curve of his hipbones.

“You didn’t like that?” Gavin felt his heartbeat race in his ears at what seemed to be quadruple the rate, feeling ultimately helpless as he stood in place with no idea what to do. Every instinct in his mind warned him to fight back and try to push the taller male away, but there was no use as he knew he would easily lose at best, and end up hurting himself again at worst.

“Hm. Interesting. Again, your response seems to depend entirely on who is touching you.” Tilting its head, its demeanor was suddenly soft, tender while its hand slid up under his shirt, running over the warm, clammy flesh of his muscular stomach, seamlessly sliding apart the buttons with dexterous movements while it traveled its touch up his chest. Once it was halfway and felt the hair of his chest, it curled its fingers, trailing synthetic nails along the flesh of his torso, soft at first, before digging harder until it left whitened streaks behind that quickly turned red in their wake.

Sighing, as if bored, it let its hands fall away again, feeling no desire to pursue its actions as it stared at Gavin and soaked in the frightened expression on his face, awakening something else in the darkness of its programming. With one hand dipping to the inside of its jacket, it pulled out something Gavin couldn’t see, even when his eyes followed its movements; he only felt the cold, sharp metal when it was pressed against his neck, and without a moment of thought, he yelped as soon as the keen blade nudged against his skin.

“I could cut you like tissue paper. Do you want that?” Perplexed and ultimately terrified, wide eyes glanced down towards his own neck, then back up at the 900 as he felt his entire body begin to shake against its own will. He didn’t want to speak, he didn’t want to move, lest he shift too rapidly and add another scar to the pile in favor of a healing wound; but there would be no subtlety in going to work with even a cat scratch streak on his neck.

“N…no.” The flow of its own thirium pump seemed to increase as another sensation steamed up from within; excitement.

“Beg.” Wincing, Gavin wasted no time in swiftly forming the words and exuding the emotion in his voice as he spoke.

“P-please. Dear god, please, d-don’t hurt me,” he murmured with frightened breaths, a flashback in his mind of the android in the interrogation room that had belonged to 28-stab-wound murder victim, Carlos Ortiz. The way it shook and stared with fear and couldn’t speak, so his suggestion was naturally to try and rough it up a bit.

Suddenly, he understood how it felt, and it wasn’t a comfortable sensation at all.

“W-we’re partners. Friends. Remember? Th—there’s no need for this,” he murmured, squinting one eye shut as half his mind tried to escape, the other still peeking at Nines in fear.

“Is that how you felt when you slew me in cold, blue blood?” Eyebrows twitching, they slowly knit together in confusion, but the acknowledgment was apparent as his eyes lit up with recognition.

“I—you—this is why…” A sly, predatory smile crossed the 900’s features as it let the realization sink in.

“Nines…” Unsure of what he was really going for, he felt the prick of the sharp blade press against the skin of his neck, nicking it open just enough to sting.

“You—” Catching himself in an accusatory statement, he paused, swallowing briskly as he swallowed it down.

“I didn’t mean for that,” he said in a whisper, all too aware of the blade against his neck.

“Oh, I doubt that,” it responded, and in the blink of an eye, the blade struck a diagonal line across his neck – nearly parallel to the indented scar on his nose – cutting deep enough to spill a pleasant stream of dripping blood. Tears stung his eyes, and Gavin was quick to find himself sniffling in an attempt not to fully cry.

“You’re a terrible liar, and pathetic at trying to cover your own hide. At this rate, I should fire you.” Surprised, then agitated, then returning to being afraid, Gavin’s face contorted with disbelief.

“You can’t—”

The large hand was tangled in his hair and his skull smacked against the wall, before his balance was thrown and he found himself tumbling to the ground, not unlike it had happened the nights before.

“We really need to work on your phrasing, hm?” Bringing a hand to his neck, Gavin tried to press it to the wound as his breathing quickened and he hyperventilated, trying to ignore the salt water trailing down his cheeks, first in a trickle, then in a flood as rather than trying to flee entirely, he scrambled for a place to hide, ducking down behind the arm of his couch to nestle into the space between the furniture and the wall, bumping the base of the tall floor lamp as he remembered being thrown into the end table mere days ago.

“Oh, how pathetic. Tsk, tsk. You think you can get away with being an aggressor, then cower away when the tide shifts against you?”

The next thing he felt was the now well-acquainted yank of his hair, but nothing else, scalp stinging as he was pulled by the fistful of strands alone and scurried to his feet so as not to be simply dragged by the 900 while following wherever it was leading him.

The next thing he saw was the bed as he was forced to face it, then shoved down into it. His arms were behind his back, his tie was pulled undone, and the nice, freshly ironed shirt was pried off his body as the buttons popped off with the motions.

Then, the pain, similar that of the shattered glass, but more intense as the cuts were much deeper. One, then another, then another, initiating pained screams in response, but it was muffled within seconds as his face was shoved down into the pillow. The weight of the body pressed against the small of his back as RK900 sat on him, keeping his head shoved down and holding his body still while the other continued to carve in fine, shallow, slow lines across his back.

“Don’t worry. I’ll bathe you and bandage you up.” It’s voice was unnervingly soft, as if it were speaking from the point of view of a tender lover, a stark contrast to the pain he now felt in the front of his neck and scattered across his back.

“Maybe this will be a consistent reminder not to talk back. To anyone.”

Once he was out of the bath, he was given a few moments of peace while the android went to make coffee, taking advantage as he shamefully wiped the tears from his face and glanced into the mirror, turning around and casting a glance over his shoulder while he tried to make out how bad the damage was. Another wave of shock that immediately sunk a weight of foreboding into his stomach struck him as he recognized a pattern in the bright red, swollen lines: RK900 could be made out in reverse from the mirror’s reflection, perfectly carved in the all-too-familiar Cyberlife sans. Guilt welled in him, sinking into fear, then depression and raw self-loathing as he stepped back from the mirror, placing a hand against the wall in attempt to stabilize himself as he sunk to his knees on the floor.

He sobbed. For how long, he couldn’t be sure, taking the freedom of isolation to let himself break down, body shaking while any and all coordination and motor function gradually left him, growing unsteady all over again the tremors revisited him, shaking his entire form in heavy waves of emotion.

“You don’t have to shower this morning since I cleaned you up last night. But I do request you give your hair a swift wash and rinse before you put in the product.”

Gavin’s eyes stared at the ground, chin dipped to press against the top of his chest as his head hung, shoulders squared with his hands behind him, fingers interwoven in a polite posture.

“Yes sir,” he whispered just barely loud enough for its microphones to pick up on. With a snap of its fingers, it pointed to the bathroom, glaring with its usual cold stare as it silently demanded him to get moving, and so he did. As if on cue, it continued to hover close behind while it followed him to revisit the bathroom.

“Do you know what day it is?”

“October 7th, 2039.”

“That’s right. Do you know what that means?”

“It’s my birthday.” It wore a sarcastic smile, pretending to be proud of him for grasping such a basic concept.

“Thirty-seven years old. How do you feel?”

Once he was done making swift work of his hair, a quick and easy routine by now, he turned to face 900 with his arms stiffly returned to his sides. If he told the truth, the response wouldn’t be good, so he made a point to lie through his teeth.

“Fine.”

“It’s Saturday. You have the whole day to celebrate.” Reaching forth, it placed a hand to his cheek – he barely winced, now able to predict and somewhat expect when it was going to lay hands on him, and the times the touches would be gentle rather than abrasive.

“What would you like to do?” Sleep.

“I don’t know. I don’t usually celebrate.” Tilting its head back, it cast him a downward gaze before pulling its hand free again.

“That’s a shame. You have so much freedom now,” it cooed with a generous amount of irony in its tone.

“You have no idea what you’d like to do?” I haven’t seen my favorite TV show in a week.

“I’d like to stay home for today, if you don’t mind.”

Perfect.

“Alright, then. You can change into your more comfortable clothing and spend the day in bed.” The undignified feeling of foolishness rose up within him again as he was treated like a child, but his responses were all but naught.

“Thank you, sir.”

#rk900 #gavin reed

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