#and I don't know what your first language is but I'm willing to bet you speak a lot more of mine than I do of yours

[greenerteacups]

I’ve meaning to send this ask for ages and finally found the courage to do so :) I started reading lionheart on a whim in the beginning of November and since them after reading everything a couple of times, all I can say is that it is a masterpiece. I am so in love with your writing, especially with how you give Draco the space to be gracious and grow up. I love for example when they are in the Slytherin common room and Draco see for himself that the mermaids are sentient beings just like him. Also, I am completely enamored with the golden quartet (?), the relationships between them feel much more balanced, and I have so much love for Harry, Hermione, and Ron. I do think you does the characters justice, if not written in a better and more honest, human way. Btw, I love your Narcisa because I am such an apologist for her and her crimes. (If Narcisa has million fans, then I'm one of them. If Narcisa has one fan, then I'm THAT ONE. If Narcisa has no fans, that means I'm dead.). This also aplies for hermione. Anyway, all I am trying to do is to put into words what the world you design means to me, but alas I do not seem to have. When the time comes for my unborn children to read the Harry Potter series, I am showing them your books and telling them it is canon.

Now that I am done showering you with complements, I have a couple of questions. First, after reading the last chapter (which I adored), the fight between Draco and Sirius, one of my favorite moments, kept coming to mind. Was it intentional for Draco to give such honest wake up call for Theo basing himself from the talk he had with Sirius years ago? Secondly, I am not sure with you already answer this, if so, feel free to tell me, but if you could choose Poet, Soldier or King for each – Draco, Harry, Hermione, and Ron – which one would they be?

Thank you for taking the time to read. I usually download each chapter because I like to highlight my favorite parts, I will try to be more present on AO3! And sorry for any English mistakes, it is not my first language!

Thank you, my friend! This is a completely lovely ask, and as I often do with lovely asks, I've hoarded it for a while to re-read whenever I want a nice treat. However, I've left the question unanswered long enough.

If we're going to do the Soldier/Poet/King test, I want to complicate it a little. You can either do it by personality (the way we do when we say "I'm soldier!" or "I'm poet!") or you can do it by narrative role, i.e. what you actually do in the context of the story. Those can be different. For instance, you can be a poet-coded soldier (your chosen weapon is your word, but you're pushed by your circumstances to fight), or a soldier-coded king (you carry a mighty sword, but you're forced off the battlefield to rule, i.e. you want to fight but you can't). That opens up the range of ways to fill the role. So it's like:

Obviously, the central axis here is going to be the most satisfied/content with their lot in life, but there's a broad range of happinesses.

If you ask me, Harry is a poet-coded king, because he's incredibly reluctant to take leadership, and he doesn't want anyone to fight for him. He runs away in Deathly Hallows because he can't stand to be at the center of a war (which is going to happen anyway) and has only accepted Ron and Hermione's sacrifice begrudgingly. It's also worth saying that Harry's best moments come when he's trying to talk someone down: he's telling Remus to go back to Tonks, he's telling Slughorn to preserve Lily's memory by being noble for her sake, he's telling Riddle to "try for remorse." Harry is at his best when he's giving consolation and understanding, not when he's fighting; his signature spell is Expelliarmus. Kid's not a soldier. And he hates the idea of being a king. (This is, not coincidentally, one of the unhappiest combinations.)

I read Ron as a true soldier, not because he enjoys fighting, but because that's almost always his knee-jerk reaction to conflict, and it's also where a lot of his strengths lie. Ron is brash and bold and he will swing if you step to him, and that's why people love him (or hate him, if they do). Even in his best moments, when he's being a strategist and tactician, he's employing his skills in the service of battle. And the narrative is happy to put him in positions where that's the skill he has to contribute. He thinks of the basilisk fangs and the house-elves in the kitchens; he's good at tactics, but he doesn't do broad-strokes strategy.

Hermione is king-coded soldier, because I think in a different series of novels, she is absolutely the protagonist, and she kind of thinks she should be. She's proactive, driven, clever, and calculating, and she orders people around like she's the boss of them — usually with good reason, but she still does. She sees herself as the HBIC, and she often gets a bit irritated when other people don't jive with that idea. It's funny how often Harry gets along by just doing what Hermione tells him. That being said, her narrative role is being sworn in Harry's service, and as the books go on, she increasingly embraces that. She defends him and offers to risk her life for him, sacrifices volumes (her parents!!) and compromises her safety (gets tortured!) for his sake, all without complaining or seeming to begrudge Harry at all. He's her king; she's his knight. Which is another way of saying soldier.

Draco is a poet-coded soldier, or possibly a poet-coded king, depending on what direction you take his arc from the source material. In the books, he's kind of a flop, God bless him, he doesn't really manage much in the final days of the war. Besides refusing to identify Harry (after identifying both of Harry's well-known travel companions... booboo you tried), he's basically fit for neither use nor ornament from Book 6 onward. But taken more broadly, he is someone who absolutely does not want to be here — he doesn't want to fight, he doesn't want to be in danger, he doesn't want to risk people — getting conscripted forcibly into a conflict that was running for years before he was born. And he's conscripted, like Harry, because of his heritage; it's a position he was born into. Depending on how you read his relationship to power, and having it, he can either be a soldier or a king, or someone teetering on the cusp between them.

#i've deliberately leaned into their canon characterizations here to avoid spoilers #but I don't think they're fundamentally different in LH #I think of LH as just... sitting down at the DJ booth and changing the mixing #also by the way you never ever have to apologize for your English to me. I make typos all the time #and I don't know what your first language is but I'm willing to bet you speak a lot more of mine than I do of yours #so you're the one putting the effort into allowing us to communicate with each other #the correct response to that act of generosity is gratitude #greenteacup asks #lionheart spoilers

[kadwrites]

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summary ; polly takes you with her to run an errand.

warnings ; arranged marriage trope, bad writing?!! , typos maybe (english isn't my first language)

a/n ; i almost lost my mind writing this. hopefully the accents are better and polly is well portrayed? lmk what you think <3

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you're still on your bed, your friends are on it too this time. madeline and fiona , are on either side of you, kneeling on your mattress.

"what do ya mean y're gettin' married ?" madeline looks at you with a crooked smile, she thinks you're messing with her.

fiona is just staring at you with her head tilted

"i mean i am to be wed, betrothed, spoken for,"

"okay stop." fiona puts a hand up , "when did ya decide to do that? i thought ya were waitin' to get swept off yer feet"

you sigh, leaning back and letting the back of your head hit the bed frame "it just ... 'appened..."

madeline and fiona look at eachother before looking at you

"what are ya not tellin' us?"

"yeah , what are ya hidin' ?"

you look at them both, you contemplate telling them. you haven't really spoken about this whole ordeal to anyone , not really. and its been a week and a half already

"i um" your eyes drop to your hands "my parents chose 'im for me"

"yer parents?" fiona asks with a raised brow "and how exactly did they convince ya to do that?"

"its a long story" you wave a dismissive hand

"so ya know who he is?" madeline copies fiona, tilting her head too "do we know 'im as well?"

"i think everyone in birmingham knows 'im" you mutter under your breath

"who the fuck are ya marryin'?the king of england?"

you just stare at them, you lick your lips "ya got to keep yer knickers intact."

they both nod,

"its thomas shelby"

"what?" fiona's face drops , her voice does too.

madeline just snorts a laugh and then then goes quiet and just looks at you, "y're jokin' right?"

you take a deep breath "no , i am not jokin' "

"what do ya mean y're marryin' thomas shelby?" madeline gets closer to you "how?"

"i don't know..." just look back at them, your voice soft too.

"do ya want this?" madeline asks again

"it's complicated really..."

"no its not, ya either do or ya don't" fiona's hands grab yours "do ya not want this?"

you lick your lips, you take a moment to think , howare you going to even phrase this "i do,"

"ya do know who he is right?" madeline stares at you with a confused look "he isn't just any man"

"i know who he is..." you sigh

"then how are ya willing to marry 'im?" fiona never spoke so seriously before

"i 'ave my reasons"

"i hope that they're good enough for ya to put yourself through this" madeline chimes in again

you just close your eyes and let yourself plop back against the mattress, fiona and madeline share another look.

" 'ave you seen 'im?" madeline laid next to you

"yeah" you say with a chuckle , your mind flashing images of him on the sofa.

"is he really a dish?"

madeline smacks fiona on her arm and fiona rubs it with a frown "what! ya were thinkin' that too!"

you roll your eyes, but a small smile plays at your lips "he isn't bad lookin' i suppose."

madeline looks at you with a raised brow

"fine, he's a dish, happy?" you mumble , as if it pained you to admit it

"at least one of us will be fuckin' someone attractive"

"i thought ya liked callum" madeline frowns

"i love ya madeline i do, but callum isn't exactly a sight for the sore eyes"

"when's the weddin'?"

you look at madeline "i dont know , we 'ave yet to speak about that"

"i bet it's gonna be grand , ey?" fiona wiggles her brows

"well if i'm marryin' one of the wealthiest man in birmingham i might as well make at an occasion"

"wait , did you 'ave an engagement party already?" madeline asks, with a gasp and a hand on her chest

"if i did, ya would've been there."

"he has a son , ya know" fiona's voice goes back to its soft tone

you hum and nod "he told me about 'im"

"he did?" madeline asks with a smile

"what did he say?"

"that he wants a wife that can take care of 'im,"

"won't be long till you start poppin' out babies too" fiona mumbles

"whats that supposed to mean?" you ask with a chuckle

"with a husband this good lookin'? i give ya three months, and ya'll have a little one in that belly"

"don't speak that into existence!"

"i mean..." madeline says with a smirk "look at celest, she got pregnant with sarah , what? 4 or 5 months after she got married?"

"please don't open this topic of conversation" you beg as you rub your hand over your face "im stressed as it is."

all the of you turn to look at the door when you hear is open and celest's head peaks in "polly gray is here"

madeline and fiona turn to look at eachother then at you

"why?"

"i don't know but she's waitin' for ya" celest shrugs

"i'll be right there" you get off the bed and open the doors to your closet, looking for something to wear

"polly gray ? she's the shelbys aunt isnt she?"

"what does she want with ya?"

you change your clothes in a hurry, mind racing with possibilities "im not sure" you just mumble as you put on your blouse.

they watch you as you fix your hair and then go downstairs.

"mrs gray" you say with a polite smile as you walk into the living room "to what do i owe the pleasure"

she looks at you with a look thats eerily similar to her nephew's,and you try to not turn and walk back up the stairs

"we 'ave some business to attend to"

"we do?" your brows furrow "at this time?" it was 6 in the evening after all.

"yes"

"okay." you try not to snap your own neck at that response.

you get into her car as she drives, you two sitting in awkward silence "where are we goin' ?"

she glances at you before glancing back at the road and you just don't ask again but then you see your destination, shelby company limited and you think you might just not get out of that car but you do. your heels click against the floor when you walk through the dark halls.

there aren't many people there considering the work day has already ended, but you see a woman. she's young, around your age maybe. and she greets polly, completely ignoring you but you chalk it up to maybe the fact that it's polly gray is standing next to you.

"good evenin' , mrs gray" her voice is almost sickly sweet

"do you know who this is?" she asks her, nodding at you.

she looks you up and down and then shakes her head "nah, i can't say i do."

"she's tommy shelby's fiancé."

"i didn't know he was engaged" her lashes flutter and her lips twitch as she tries to maintain her smile.

"ya do now , don't ya?" polly stares that woman down "an' i hope it doesn't escape yer mind"

you just watch as the color drains out of her face as she excuses herself and scurries back to her work.

"what the fuck was that about?" it escapes your mouth before you even think, polly turns to you "that poor girl"

"in a place like this , ya either put yer fucking foot down and let everyone know what yer place is before they decide for themselves." her voice is stern, its firm and it makes you stand straighter "an' that poor girl wants to fuck yer fiancée"

"what?" your voice is squeaky, its high pitched. "how could you possibly know that?"

"anyone with eyes can fuckin' see that."

"i.." your words die when you look at her and you realize, she's helping you. "why are ya doin' this for me?"

"i know ya might not had the control that ya wanted over who yer husband is" her tone doesn't change when she speaks "so i'll give ya one piece of advice, ya can't marry tommy if ya don't 'ave a backbone. it'll be easier for ya to kill yerself than to live with 'im."

you know polly, but not well. she and your father knew eachother as children , your father is part gypsy himself. you remember meeting her a handful of times as a child but you were always too scared to talk to her for very long.

ironically, your mother didn't like the lifestyle her nephews led, she didn't want her children to be involved in it so you didn't get to see polly much throughout your life.

but you do remember one thing vividly and its her telling you to bite your brother back whenever he bothered you "or ya'll just show 'im that he can treat ya like that for the rest of yer life, ya dont want that now do ya?" . and you did do just that when abraham tugged on your braids a mere 10 minutes later, and polly winked at you , as she sipped her tea and you just stood there smiling proudly even though your mother was yelling at you for making your brother cry.

when you hear another pair of steps walking towards you, you both turn to see tommy. he's in his usual getup sans the jacket, a cigarette hanging from his lip and his glasses are on , his hands in his pocket.

"are ya done terrorizin' my secretary?"

polly just looks at him and walks past him "i'll leave ya two to it then."

and you were left there with him, blinking at that interaction.

"terrorizin' ? thats a bit of an exaggeration"

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@tardisloverz , @optimisticsandwichgladiator

#tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby imagine #tommy shelby imagine #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders fanfiction #tommy shelby fanfiction #thomas shelby fanfiction #kadwrites

[youronlydarlin]

warning: kinda sad ANGST, Simon losses you :( , ooc kinda?? But he's soft for you only, trust me bro

This was kinda inspired by that one part in the comics where our poor, Si holds his mums skull, n he jus'... Kinda nuzzles into it. I dunno it just bought on some sad feeling, mkay...

Simon who slightly raises the cup of tea he's drinking each time he has one, just to let you know he's relaxing. Or trying his best too, at least. Doesn't know what he'll do if he worried you from beyond the grave. Sometimes he looks at all the belongings you left behind. Saying how they probably miss you, but not nearly as much as he does.

Unlike some, Simon uses your things. He doesn't want the house to go through the pain of loosing you too. So he drinks from your mug, and sits on your chair. Reads your favorite books, but never takes out the book marks in case you want to continue reading them. He also completes your bucket list for you, and even though he's the one doing them he always whispers 'good job, to the wind, hoping they'll carry the messenge to you.

Simon who speaks to your framed pictures. He remembers each, and every memory behind them. "Bet your happy... Now it'll always be my turn to grab the 'bloody groceries.." he jests. He hopes that one made you laugh. Knowing you, you would've. It's a mystery how you always laughed at his lame jokes. Though your laugh's always been better than the awful punchlines.

Simon who passes by that cafe you bugged him to go with you to, and he feels his throat go dry. He never got to take you there because of a sudden call from Price, telling him about an urgent, albeit sudden, mission. He definitely regrets not taking you out on dates more often. There's so many shops opening that he knows you would've loved to see.

Simon who's heart breaks at how quickly the world turns without you. Everything's moving so quickly, leaving him behind like it's already moved on, and he hates it. He hates how there's less clothes to fold now. Food is served, but only for one. The taste of it is flavorless, and dry. It's times like these, that he wishes he should have took the time and learn your recipes.

But what's worse, is that your side of the bed is cold. And it'll remain that way forever. At times he'll reach for you absentmindedly. Nightmares about war traded for dreams about you, but during those dreamless nights where sleep doesn't visit he'll stroke your pillow the same way he'd do to keep your hair out of your face, and pull the covers over the empty space you once occupied. He wonders if it's cold where you are right now. But just know that he's always willing to warm you up if ever you come back.

Simon who...

Stands at the doorway. Bag slinged over his shoulder, full of everything he needs and more for deployment. He knows he can't leave without properly saying goodbye, so he fishes out his wallet, and digs out a picture of you. He holds it up to his face, and it's funny. How you're not even staring at the camera when the photo was taken. No, you were staring at him. This one's always been his favorite. So he clears his throat, and wishes you don't hear the slight shake in his tone.

"..By now you would've told me to be careful.. And I will, by the way. But, m' sorry for all the times I didn't...'

....

" I have to go now. Don't need them gettin' on my ass for 'being late.. so.."

....

"..You just rest now, ok, love? There's nothing else for you to worry about' anymore. I love you, always. Wish me, and the boys luck, yeah?.."

He gives a light kiss to your photo, and it's as if you're with him when he steps outside the door..

a/n: This was a challenge to write, and I don't know what to feel about the results. I'm just polishing my english, I guess. M'not good at writing angst, you can probably tell, also my grammar feels off on this one, again. English isn't my first language, sorry. So please correct me on any mistakes I've made! But putting all that aside, I hope you like this more than I do! And, always remember that you are loved, and cared for! Have an amazing day, my darlings!

Yours, truly,

–dolly

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[punkshort]

look what we've become - ch.6

Chapter Summary: You arrive at Ellie's family's house, but it's not what you expected.

Chapter Warnings: language, mentions of child abuse (not SA), mentions of slavery, angst

WC: 6.3K

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Ellie was quiet the next morning, picking slowly at her granola bar and bent over, staring at her book. It was the day you expected to arrive at her aunt and uncle's house, and you had a hunch she was feeling bittersweet about it. When you woke up, you had a pit in your stomach that you assumed had something to the conversation you had with Joel the night before, but as the morning wore on, you realized there was a different reason. You weren't ready to let Ellie go.

"Hey," you said, nudging her knee so she would look up. "You excited to see your family?"

"I guess," she said with a shrug. Joel appeared to only be half listening as he nursed his coffee across from you.

"I'm sure they'll be happy to see you," you replied. "They probably don't even know you're alive. You said you were taken from their house, right?"

"Yeah," she said with a nod. "After my parents died, they took me in. I can't really remember much, but I know it was nighttime and I had a bag over my head, but I don't remember them breaking into the house, I must've been asleep."

"And it was the Fireflies who took you?" you asked.

"I'm not sure. It wasn't Marlene's group, if it was. There was more of us, they kept us all in this gross basement or something. No one could tell where we were, and whenever they moved us, they had the bags over our heads."

"Jesus," Joel muttered to himself with a shake of his head.

"How do you know it wasn't Marlene?" you asked gently, curious to learn more, but worried about upsetting her.

"Because after a few months, they took me and a couple others to Marlene's camp. She never made us wear the bags," Ellie explained.

"They hurt you?" Joel asked. His eyebrows were pinched as if he were bracing himself.

"A little," she admitted quietly. Your gaze dropped down to your hands, trying not to show her the emotion on your face. "They'd hit us if we weren't working fast enough, or trip us just for fun, I guess."

"I'm so sorry, Ellie," you whispered, reaching out a hand to place on her knee.

You exchanged a pained look with Joel before dropping the subject. At least she was going back home. She might not be excited yet, but you were willing to bet she would be once she saw her family again.

"We're doing the right thing," you murmured to him when you were out of earshot as Ellie packed up her belongings. "I know you weren't on board with this at first, but we're giving her a chance at a decent life."

"Second we get back I'm tellin' Tommy we are cuttin' all ties with these people," he said through gritted teeth. "I don't care what they got to offer."

You nodded, feeling the anger rolling off of him as he aggressively folded up his sleeping bag. You grabbed your pack and kicked dirt over what little fire remained, snuffing out the embers before reviewing the map once more.

Thankfully, her family didn't live within the city itself. Cities were heavily populated, which meant more risk of infected, soldiers, or hostile people. You tended to avoid them at all costs. They lived in a small town outside of the city called Morristown, which didn't have much outside of a post office, a school, and a fire department. The residential homes were built far apart from each other, scattered and disorganized. You got the feeling that people who used to live in this town knew everyone's business, it was so tiny. And you also had the feeling these were the types of people that shot first and asked questions later, given the extent it appeared they went for privacy.

"That's my school!" Ellie said excitedly, pointing down the street. Joel was focused on the map, trying to find the way to Spirit Drive, but you twisted your head so you could see the building she pointed out in the distance.

"That's cool, Ellie," you said warmly, happy to see she finally had a small smile on her face. "What was your favorite subject?"

She went on to tell you about her art class and a teacher she adored, and all the while you stared at her, listening to her stories while your heart ached. You imagined her in that school, with her friends, playing sports, eating lunch, and something inside you burned. It almost felt like jealousy, but that didn't make sense. It was a feeling you couldn't put your finger on, but you thought you knew what it was when you turned down her street, swallowing the lump in your throat when the realization set in that you were minutes away from never seeing her again.

"This the place?" Joel asked Ellie, squinting his eyes between her and the map. The house didn't look like much. It was a small, brick ranch with a long, gravel driveway that led up to a dilapidated grey barn. The hinges on the storm door to the front house were originally black, but now orange with rust. White paint chipped from the door in long strips, and the front garden was long abandoned and overgrown.

"Yeah," she said, looking at the barn.

"Do you think they're still here?" you asked, a flicker of hope igniting in you. Maybe if they weren't here, you could convince Joel to take her back to Jackson.

"Oh, yeah. They're here," she said confidently. You both glanced down at her.

"How're you so sure?" Joel asked, and she tilted her chin up towards the corner of the house. You both followed her gaze, noticing the cameras for the first time. They were small, it was no wonder you missed them, but they were there and definitely working. You could see a little red light flashing in the lens when the camera swooped across the lawn and over the driveway, where you all stood.

Joel slowly flicked his eyes around the house, counting at least seven cameras that he could see from his position. Then his gaze traveled to the barn, where he thought he could make out at least five more.

"How in the hell did you get taken from this place with all these cameras?" he asked. She didn't reply, and he wasn't really expecting an answer.

"So, what do we do?" you asked Joel quietly. "Do we just go up and knock?"

Joel twisted around to glance at Ellie, but she wasn't paying attention. She fidgeted her fingers inside her long sleeves as she stared out across the wide open dusty, dirty land the house was built on.

"I'll go up and knock, you two stay back," he decided, wiping the sweat from the back of his neck before venturing further down the driveway. The sun was blazing, even more so in the desert with little to no shade. You couldn't imagine how uncomfortable Ellie must have been in her long sleeves.

"That's far enough!" a man's voice rang out. Joel stopped dead in his tracks, whipping his head around to try to locate the source. Then he saw movement. An older man with a scraggly grey beard and balding head emerged from the barn, aiming a rifle right at Joel. He held his hands up in the air, showing from a distance that he meant no harm.

"Is that your uncle?" you whispered, holding your hands up as well.

"Yeah, that's Uncle Dave," she said, but she seemed unbothered by the threat. In fact, she shoved her hands in her pockets as she waited for him to approach.

"We aren't lookin' for trouble," Joel called out as Dave slowly made his way closer, his eyes transfixed on Joel. "We're here-"

"Toss your weapons on the ground!" Dave ordered, readjusting his grip on his rifle.

"Okay," Joel said, nodding, and slowly reached around to pluck the handgun from the back of his pants with two fingers. He held it up and gently tossed it on the ground in front of him.

"You too, missy," Dave said without even looking at you. You followed suit, slowly removing your gun and tossing it on the ground at your side. When you were no longer armed, Dave relaxed a bit, letting his shoulder drop but still aiming the rifle at Joel's chest. He finally allowed his gaze to drift behind Joel, looking briefly at you before his eyes landed on Ellie. He hesitated and swallowed roughly before forcing out a harsh chuckle.

"Well, I'll be damned," he said, a slow smirk spreading across his face. "Junebug! Get out here, you ain't never gonna believe this!"

A rounder woman with glasses and tight curly blonde hair emerged from the barn behind Dave, a scowl painting her features as she walked forward, aiming a revolver at Joel. When she looked over and noticed Ellie, her expression changed. Her eyebrows shot up in surprise and she let her gun fall to her side.

"Ellie!" the woman cried out, trotting clumsily down the driveway towards you. You looked down at Ellie, expecting her to finally show some excitement, but she only offered them a pained smile.

"Hiya, Aunt June," Ellie said before being enveloped in a huge bear hug.

"Oh, my sweet girl! I thought I would never see you again," June said with tears in her eyes. Dave watched the two reunite from his position in front of Joel, the rifle now slung over his shoulder.

Ellie stepped back and introduced you and Joel to her family. She explained you were helping her and keeping her safe, and the two adults began to warm up to you after that.

"Please, why don't you stay the night?" June offered. "We'll make you dinner and give you a warm bed, it's the least we could do." Ellie turned to you and nodded, a genuine smile finally spreading across her face.

You felt Joel hesitate next to you, but you quickly accepted her offer, not ready to leave Ellie just yet. He gave you a sideways glance before giving June and Dave a tight smile and followed them into the house, only after picking up your weapons from the ground.

The inside of the house matched the outside. It was well lived in and dated, but it was clean. You glanced around the living room, noticing there didn't seem to be any family pictures around, just landscape art and a clock on the wall.

June gave you a brief tour of the small house and showed you their spare bedroom, where you and Joel left your backpacks.

"Why don't you help me in the kitchen, dear, and leave the men to their own devices," June said, her pink cheeks pinching into a smile. You looked at Joel, trying to read his expression. He gave you a quick nod, confirming he was comfortable with being separated, and you returned her smile.

"That sounds great," you told her.

Dave led Joel down into the basement, explaining along the way that he would be 'blown away' by his set up down there. Ellie had mentioned they were preppers, and based on the cameras, you had to assume the basement was remodeled to be a safe room or a bunker.

You helped June chop up vegetables while she kneaded dough to make chicken pot pie. Your mouth watered at the prospect of a home cooked meal.

"We've been traveling for over a week, eating mostly trail mix and rabbit. This will be wonderful, thank you so much," you told her.

"Of course, dear. It's no trouble at all. Ellie!" June called out. Ellie came around the corner, her sketch pad hanging limply at her side.

"C'mon, girl, you forget how to help out around here?" June asked, her brows furrowed for a moment before she realized how harsh she sounded. She turned to you and laughed, her features relaxed again. "Kids, you know?"

You smiled and looked back at Ellie to gauge her reaction. She seemed quiet and closed off, but you brushed it off, chalking it up to the long day.

June held out a butcher knife to her, and Ellie hesitated, her eyes flicking from her aunt to the knife.

"Auntie, please don't make me," she said, eyes wide.

"You know the rules, don't tell me you forgot now," she replied lowly. Ellie reached out a shaky hand to pick up the knife.

"What is this?" you asked, putting your hand out to stop her.

"Well, we need chicken for the chicken pot pie, don't we now?" June said sweetly, and you were beginning to feel like that ruddy smile of hers was a little fake.

"I'll do it," you said, stepping in front of Ellie, hand outstretched for the knife.

"Now, I appreciate the offer, dear, but Ellie understands it's part of her chores, right?" she said, narrowing her eyes at Ellie. She nodded slowly, her gaze drifting to the floor.

"She can chop the vegetables and I'll take care of the chicken," you told her, your tone becoming more insistent.

June's watery eyes wavered between you and Ellie as she weighed her options. You glanced down at the butcher knife in her red, flour covered hands, then looked back at her.

"I insist," you said darkly, dropping the fake pleasantries. June's gaze dragged up to remain locked on you.

"Girl's gotta learn to be comfortable with killing," she replied, but you reached out and snatched the knife from her grip before she had a chance to blink.

"That's alright, I could use some practice, myself," you told her, refusing to break eye contact.

The tension in the room was thick, even Ellie was shifting her weight, trying to make herself as small as possible. You waited for June to try to argue with you again or say something to Ellie that didn't sit right, but it never came. As if storm clouds passed, her eyes cleared up and she blinked at you, a smile spreading across her flushed cheeks.

"Well, then," she said, dusting her hands on her apron. "Coop's out back. Suppose we should thank our guest, right Ellie?" June said, raising an eyebrow at the girl. Ellie nodded and looked up at you.

"Thank you," she said quietly.

"No problem, kid," you muttered, giving June one last glance before heading out the back door.

"This here's an AK-47, got maybe six of these fuckers," Dave said, his fingertips grazing the weapon on the wall as he passed. "Just about anything you can think of, I probably got two of 'em."

For someone who hoarded weapons in an underground bunker, Joel would have thought the man would be a little more subtle. A little less eager to show a complete stranger his entire stash. But then again, men like Dave loved to show off. If they couldn't boast about it, then what was the point?

"Real nice set up you got here," Joel murmured, knowing the man was waiting for a compliment. Dave's chest puffed with pride before he opened a sliding door in the back of the basement, revealing a small room filled with different sized monitors, cameras all cycling through the different angles he had covering his property. Joel was wrong: he had way more than just the cameras he saw. They rotated to different views all around the outside of the house. He noticed the only cameras that were monitoring indoors were in the barn where he saw an old John Deere tractor and a pickup truck flash on the screen.

"Jesus," Joel whispered, taking a step forward, but still not entering the small room. "How the hell you manage to watch these all the time?"

"Ah," Dave said proudly, tapping his finger against his temple. "I got motion alerts. Sends out an alarm when I'm sleeping or taking a shit or whatever. Gets annoying, though. Mostly just birds or other animals, so I turn it off during the day. But sometimes... sometimes I get something good."

"Like us?" Joel said, and Dave laughed.

"Yeah... yep, exactly like you," he replied, trailing off as he stared at Joel.

"Y'know," Dave said after a moment, stepping back to shut the door. "There's folks around here who pay good money for things, if you're ever in the market to buy or sell."

"We don't got much, but we're doin' just fine," Joel said, beginning to feel uneasy.

"Nah, see, that's where you're wrong, friend," Dave replied, pouring two glasses of whiskey and handing one to Joel. "You do got somethin'."

Joel held the glass tightly, bringing it up to his lips and pretending to take a sip before setting it down. Something told him he should keep his wits about him. He raised his eyebrows at Dave, waiting for him to continue.

"That girl with you up there," he began, and Joel felt his stomach twist at the mention of you. "She would fetch you a fair price with the folks I know."

Joel froze, doing his damndest to not let his emotions show. The pieces were starting to click. He clenched his jaw and swallowed lightly before taking a deep breath.

"That right?" he replied, urging him to continue. He needed to get back upstairs, for the first time realizing you all might be in danger.

"Hell yeah. Medicine, food, weapons. I'm sure of it," he said with a click of his tongue. "I make one radio call and they could be here in two days."

"Hm," Joel replied, clenching his fists behind his back. "Lemme think on it, yeah?"

"Sure, sure," he said with a wave. "Don't think too long, though. One day, someone'll take her. It's just a matter of if you get to benefit from it or not, you get me?"

Jesus fucking Christ.

"Yeah," Joel said. "I get you."

Joel decided you weren't leaving his sight. He was relieved when June called down, letting them know dinner was ready, so he could make sure you were okay without making an excuse to leave and raise suspicion. A man like Dave with a whole arsenal at his disposal wasn't someone he wanted to tangle with. He had to be careful.

A cynical part of him wondered if he should be worried about the food, but he knew you helped prepare it. You were smart, you would have noticed if something was going on.

But when he climbed the stairs and locked eyes with you, he knew something was wrong. You didn't show it, but he could tell by the way your smile didn't reach your eyes.

He settled down at the table as you and June scooped out the meal on everyone's your plates while Ellie silently brought everyone glasses of water. When she set Joel's down, he tried to catch her eye, but she wouldn't look at him.

"Ellie, why don't you get Joel 'n me whiskies. You ladies want anything stronger?" Dave asked, tucking his napkin into his shirt. You shook your head and politely declined as you took your seat next to Joel, your knee purposely knocking against his under the table. He glanced at you, your lips pressed in a thin line as you looked down at your food, not wanting to raise suspicion but desperately wanting to warn him that these people seemed off.

"You know, I've been meaning to try that margarita mix we traded for last week," June said thoughtfully. "Ellie, let me show you how to make it." June waddled out of the kitchen and into the living room, behind Ellie. You heard their voices carrying over faintly as June instructed her how to make her drink.

"This looks great, honey. What's in it?" Joel asked, turning and giving you a pointed look. Honey. He never called you that. It got your attention, and you gave him a quick, curious look before you understood his underlying question. Is this safe to eat? Your gaze drifted back to Dave, who was watching the two of you talk.

"Just normal stuff," you told him. "Nothing special. Veggies, chicken."

His eyes bored into yours, trying to communicate silently with you. You figured it out. Something happened in the basement that worried him, the same way June's behavior worried you.

"Alright, let's dig in!" June said cheerily, entering the kitchen with a yellow drink in her hand. Ellie followed dutifully behind with two glasses of whiskey, placing them in front of the men before sitting across from you.

"This is great, Junebug," Dave told his wife after a few forkfuls. June smiled as she sipped from her glass. You and Joel choked down the meal, offering your compliments and thanks once again, while Ellie silently pushed her food around her plate.

"Not a whiskey man, Joel?" Dave asked, his eyes growing glassy from the drink he had in the basement and now his second one.

"It's just been a long journey," Joel explained, but took a small sip anyway. "Feelin' real tired, is all."

Ellie glanced up and looked at Joel, knowing full well he wasn't tired. In the short time she knew him, it was like pulling teeth to admit he was tired. She looked back and forth between him and you, trying to read your faces without being obvious.

"Quit playing with your food," June told her harshly, finishing up her margarita. "You should be so lucky to have a roof over your head and food in your belly."

Joel stiffened next to you but didn't look up from his plate, his mind racing, trying to formulate a plan.

"You know what? That drink looked good," you said suddenly. "Ellie, why don't you show me if you remember how to make it?" You stood up from the table and Ellie jumped to her feet to follow you.

"Bring me another, too," June barked as Ellie followed you around the corner to the bar cart in the living room.

"What the hell is going on here, Ellie?" you muttered quietly, picking up the margarita mixer and pouring it into a glass.

"It's how they always are," she whispered. "They aren't exactly good with kids, but it's fine."

"No, it's not fine," you whispered back, holding your hand out to keep her from pouring tequila in your glass, choosing to just drink the mixer, not wanting alcohol to dull your senses. You nudged her hand to make her pour a little extra tequila in her aunt's glass. "This isn't how you should be living."

"Well, I don't have much of a choice, do I?" she asked sharply before turning on her heel and heading back into the kitchen. You trailed after her, finding your seat next to Joel and taking a sip of the fake drink and trying to ignore the guilt. You had no idea how you were going to be able to leave her behind with these people.

You helped June clean up the dishes after dinner while the men filed into the living room. Joel had drank his first glass, but held up his hand when Dave offered a second, rubbing his eyes and reminding him how tired he felt. He needed to get you alone and get you the hell out of here, paranoid that Dave would call those people to do a "trade" for you like he was already suspecting happened originally with Ellie. What else would explain kidnappers being able to bypass his security system?

As if reading his mind, Dave asked "Think any more about what I told you downstairs?"

Joel yawned, trying to hide his anger by contorting his face.

"Lemme sleep on it, get back to you in the mornin', I'm beat," he said, hoping he wasn't laying it on too thick. If he was, Dave didn't seem to notice, the whiskey doing its job by keeping him oblivious.

"Alright now, Ellie. Time to get ready for bed," June said, her drink sloshing in her glass. "Say goodbye and thank you to your friends."

You could see the despair in Ellie's face. Trying hard not to cry, you wrapped her in a hug and whispered it will be okay in her ear before pulling back, swallowing hard. She was about to reach for her sketch pad when, much to your surprise, Joel suddenly leaned down and pulled her into a hug. Ellie also looked shocked, not sure what to do at first but eventually brought her arms up around his ribs. You thought you could see him whisper something in her ear, but it happened so fast, you weren't sure.

"Okay, off you go," June told her, and Ellie quickly walked down the hall without another word. You watched her go, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks.

You sat next to Joel, trying to appear interested in what her aunt and uncle were talking about, but you realized it didn't matter the more they drank. Joel's hand dropped on the couch next to you, grasping your hand and stroking his thumb over your knuckles. You looked up at him sadly as he tried to wordlessly say it's okay, I'll get us out of this.

After another hour, Dave stood to tend to the fire, stumbling in the process. June chuckled, her face redder than usual.

"Time for bed, old man," she teased, and he grunted in response, pushing a log around with the poker before straightening back up.

"Suppose you're right, Junebug," he replied. You could hear the alcohol in his voice, the way he spoke slightly louder and slower than usual.

"You two need anything, you just holler," June said, pushing herself off the couch. "Clean sheets are in the closet."

You and Joel stood, watching as they made their way slowly down the hall to their bedroom, June mumbling to Dave until their door quietly clicked shut.

You immediately swiveled around to Joel but he clamped a hand over your mouth, shaking his head. You nodded and he removed his hand, leading you down the other end of the hall to the guest room, and shut the door.

"Joel-"

He held his finger to his lips before he made his way around the room, checking the furniture and closet for any possible hidden cameras or bugs. When he was satisfied, he finally spoke.

"Don't get comfortable. When they fall asleep, we're leavin'," he whispered.

"We can't leave her here," you said, sweeping your arm towards the door.

"I know," he said, and you breathed a sigh of relief. "They'll sell her off again the first chance they get."

"Wait, what?" you asked, eyes wide. "I thought someone snatched her?"

"I really fuckin' doubt it," Joel said, running his fingers through his hair. "When we were in the basement, that asshole was tryin' to convince me to sell you to slavers. Said if I don't do it, somebody'll take and sell you anyway. Sounded awful lot like a threat, if you ask me."

"Jesus Christ, Joel!" you whispered, wrapping your arms around your ribs and pacing nervously around the room. "So you think they sold Ellie into slavery? Their own niece?"

"Wouldn't put it past 'em. You should see the shit he's got in that basement. Must've cost a fortune. I'm sure Ellie wasn't the only one they sold off."

It started to make sense. The way June spoke to and treated Ellie like she was a servant didn't leave you feeling warm and fuzzy.

"But they seemed so happy to see her," you said, thinking back.

"Yeah, probably saw her as another paycheck. Two for one," Joel said with a scoff.

"So what's the plan?" you asked him, biting on your fingernail anxiously.

"Give it an hour or so," he began, sitting down on the bed. "Make sure they're passed out. Then, you go get the kid, and I'll go to the basement. I gotta figure out how to turn off the motion alerts on those cameras so they don't wake up. Then we get the fuck outta here."

"Okay," you said quietly, sitting down next to him, stunned. Twenty minutes ago, you just thought they were bad guardians. You had no idea it was this bad. You buried your face in your hands, feeling guilty for bringing Ellie back into this house. You should have fought harder to get her to stay in Jackson. Now, you all ended up in danger, anyway.

"We have to try to warn Tommy and Maria," you whispered. "What if something happens? It'll take us a week to get home."

"Maybe not," Joel replied. "I saw on his cameras that they got a truck in that barn."

Joel stuck his head out into the hallway, craning his neck to listen for any movement from the master bedroom. After a few minutes of silence, he looked back at you and nodded. Quietly, you followed him down the hall, pausing outside of Ellie's room. Before you could open the door, Joel put his hand over yours. He cupped your face and quickly pressed a kiss against your lips, then pulled back to look deep into your eyes while his thumb caressed your cheek.

I'll get us out of here, I'll keep us safe.

You nodded, understanding without him having to say a word. He dropped his hand and made his way down the hall to the basement door, clicking on his flashlight before descending the stairs.

Taking a deep breath, you slowly pushed the bedroom door open. You took care to close it gently behind you, then turned around to find Ellie fully dressed and waiting for you at the foot of her bed.

"Hey," you whispered, and she stood up, slinging her backpack over her shoulder.

"I'm ready," she whispered back.

"How did you-"

"Joel told me," she said quietly. "He said to keep my bag packed, and not to fall asleep."

So he did whisper something in her ear when he hugged her.

"Okay, good," you breathed, trying to hide your nervousness.

"I packed all new clothes, and a few other things I wanted. Do you think I need anything else?"

"You have your flashlight?" you asked.

"Yep. And I got this," she said, proudly reaching into her pants pocket and pulling out a switchblade.

"Where did you get that?"

"Does it matter?" she replied.

"Just be careful with that thing, put it away," you told her. She folded it back up and shoved it into her jeans.

You poked your head out of her door, making sure the coast was clear before taking a step out. You made it two feet before Ellie's hand shot out and grabbed your arm, pulling you back into her room just in time. The master bedroom door swung open and June hobbled out in her nightgown, making her way groggily to the bathroom. You and Ellie stood with your ears pressed against the bedroom door, listening intently as the toilet flushed and the sink ran.

"Where's Joel?" Ellie mouthed.

You pointed down to the floor and mouthed back basement.

You waited until you heard her door click shut and the squeak of the boxspring before opening Ellie's door again. Silently, you made your way down the hall and to the dark kitchen, where you waited for Joel.

"What's he doing?" she said as softly as possible.

"Motion sensors," was all you said back. She shook her head.

"He won't know - I'll do it," she replied, and before you could stop her, she opened the door and made her way down the steps, turning her flashlight on in the process. You went after her as quickly and quietly as you could, knowing Joel wouldn't expect you to be down there.

You entered the bunker, taking a second to gawk at all the guns adorned on the walls. There was also an elaborate looking radio and a workbench filled with electrical parts. You passed five dressers that looked to be filled with different types of ammunition, and you thought you even saw a couple grenades.

"Joel," you whispered, and you heard him shuffle near the back of the room. You swung your flashlight towards the noise, your heart pounding in your ears. He stepped out from behind a tall shelf of canned goods, shaking his head and holstering his revolver.

"This wasn't the plan," he scolded with a deep frown, but before you could explain, Ellie pushed past you both and made her way to the little room in the back that housed all of the security system equipment.

"Ellie!" Joel whispered, going after her.

"I know what I'm doing," she said over her shoulder. He glanced back at you and you shrugged.

"There, the alarm is turned off and so is the recording," she said, emerging from the room. Joel gave her a confused look.

"Recording?" you repeated.

"Yeah, the cameras record everything. So they won't know what direction we go when they wake up tomorrow and try to review the footage," she explained, looking at you like it was obvious before heading to the stairs.

"Did you know-" you began to ask, but Joel cut you off.

"Hey, wait," he whispered, making Ellie stop on the bottom step. He unscrewed the cap of whiskey Dave had shared with him earlier and poured it all over the radio, watching as it sparked a bit. And for good measure, he cut the wire that powered the device before making his way toward the stairs, pushing past Ellie to lead you both out of the house.

Joel led you to the barn, maneuvering on the soft grass instead of the noisy gravel. There was a standard padlock on the door, which he was able to break relatively easily with his hunting knife. He was beginning to realize Ellie's aunt and uncle had all the appearances of being survivalists, but lacked most of the skills. He had lost count of the things he would have done differently if he was defending his own home.

Still, he didn't want to wake them when he was so close to safety. So, he put the truck in neutral and had Ellie steer from the driver's seat while the two of you pushed the car down the long driveway, waiting until it reached the road before making Ellie move to the back and starting it up.

He drove for a few hours until you were both struggling to keep your eyes open, the adrenaline that was previously fueling you both long since worn off.

"Let's pull off here, maybe we can find some gas before we head out in the mornin'," Joel said softly, trying not to wake Ellie.

"Okay," you said quietly, staring out the window as he got off the interstate. He drove for another half hour until he found a volunteer fire hall.

There were a few abandoned cars in the large lot when you pulled in. Joel parked the truck and turned to you.

"Lemme go in and check it out, you stay with the kid," he said, unbuckling his seatbelt.

"I'll come with you," you said, but he held out his hand.

"Stay," he repeated firmly, and you shook your head.

"What if-"

"Just do as your told for once," he snapped. You clamped your mouth shut, too tired to argue. He was clearly annoyed that you improvised back at the house and brought Ellie in the basement.

"Fine," you seethed, and he slid out of the truck. You watched with your arms crossed as he approached the door, shining his flashlight inside the window before working on the lock and pushing his way in. You could see the beam of his flashlight through the windows as he moved from room to room, carefully checking out each one before finally coming back out to let you know it was clear.

"Ellie," you whispered, nudging her shoulder gently. Her eyes fluttered open and she sat up with a yawn, turning around to try to figure out where you were.

"We're gonna stay here for the rest of the night and try to get some sleep before hitting the road tomorrow," you explained as you hopped out of the truck.

She silently followed you into the building, where Joel was waiting, holding the door open. He led you both up the stairs where the firefighters had a small living space with bunk beds. Ellie snagged the first one she saw, curling up with the blanket that was already draped over the bed and falling back asleep.

"You good?" Joel asked, looking over as you flopped down on one of the beds.

"Yeah, are you?" you replied. He sighed and rubbed his eyes.

"Long fuckin' day," he murmured.

"Why don't I keep watch tonight and you get some rest, I'll sleep in the car tomorrow," you told him. You could tell he wanted to argue with you but his exhaustion won.

"Yeah, alright," he agreed after a moment.

You stood back up, checking your gun before heading back downstairs. After you peeked out the windows to confirm everything was all quiet, you wandered around the first floor a bit. It looked like after the outbreak, the building may have acted as a safe zone. There were abandoned bags, cots, blankets, and trash overflowing in the bins.

You were looking through some duffel bags for anything useful when you heard a noise outside. You froze, quickly pulling your gun from the back of your jeans as you made your way cautiously out into the room. At first glance, your flashlight didn't show anything out of the ordinary. You were about to give up when you heard the same noise again. Whipping to your left, you advanced towards the sound with your gun drawn.

The last thing you remember is a hand gripping your throat from behind and a needle slipping into your neck.

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RUNRUNRUN - Johnny Suh

warnings: Stalker!Johnny, fem reader, 18+, explicit themes, dark themes, obsession, stalking, dacryphilia, begging, prey/hunter kink, overstimulation, oral (f receiving), pet names. slightly dubcon, minors DNI

wc: 2,4K genre: dark romance, smut

Synopsis: This could be a lucky night. When you go out with your friends and meet the hottest guy you've ever seen without realizing that he had been stalking you for months until it was too late.

A/N: this is my first smut fic and english is not my native language so take it easy if anything is written wrong. I'm trying, ok? I'm also a shy person so don't be rude, pls.

The hallway was so dark that you even couldn't see your hands in front of your face, you also couldn't turn on your phone's flashlight and give away your location or else he would easily find you. For a girl used to an easy life, with your daddy willing to help with whatever the fuck you did, poor naive girl couldn't imagine being chased inside your own house by a complete stranger.

A stranger to you, of course. Johnny knew you like the back of his head, in fact, he knew everything about you. He had every point of your extensive routine memorized. But you were so naive that you didn't realize you were being followed until two weeks ago, when he started to be more explicit about his existence. Johnny started leaving things lying around your house so that you would realize that someone had been there without you knowing. Then came the messages and calls, which you almost never responded to or answered, by the way, that was the reason you were in this situation now.

Quando você foi convidado para a inauguração de um clube por seu grupo de amigos igualmente mimados, ele sabia que esta seria sua oportunidade.

Depois de muitas rodadas de tequila, você se sentiu feliz o suficiente para dançar com alguns dos caras que achou mais bonitos naquele PUB naquela noite e, quem sabe, até levar um deles para casa. Aí um homem se aproximou de você e ele era tudo que você poderia desejar: alto, pele bronzeada como caramelo salgado, seu cabelo era tão escuro que refletia as luzes da pista de dança, o sorriso mais atraente que você já viu e seus olhos... seus olhos eram de um marrom tão profundo e quente que pareciam ver cada pedacinho da alma impura que você tentava esconder atrás de seu rosto angelical.

He looked at you completely hungry.

And you definitely liked the way he looked at you.

As soon as you arrived at your house and only after the door was locked and the key thrown on top of the highest piece of furniture did you realize the danger you're in.

— Did you like ignoring me, princess? — Johnny asked, his voice dripping with resentment and something else… something dangerous.

You widen your eyes in an expression of astonishment, which Johnny found comically adorable, and felt his heart racing to the point where all he could hear was his own racing beats. Johnny smirked as he observed the bewildered state you were in, feeling arrogant for being the one responsible for the panic you felt.

He waited patiently for a response, but all he got were wide teary eyes.

— No answer? — He tried again and, again, he had no answers so he started his own monologue, hoping that you would at least pay attention to his words. After all, you would need it.

— Since you like making me chase you so much, let's make a bet.

— A bet? — You asked, almost voiceless because of the shock.

— You can hide anywhere in the house for an hour. If time runs out and I don't find you, I'll go away and leave you alone. — He spoke simplistically.

The proposal was so tempting that your eyes shone with excitement. You would finally be free from your shadow. Suh smiled realizing that he had already won the bargain.

— What happens if you find me? — You finally asked, realizing the ease of the agreement and that there was a missing piece to the puzzle.

Johnny just smiled mischievously and remained silent, his hands in his pockets and his face tilted slightly to the side. You felt a goosebump run up your spine and something told you that you should deny it, you should run to your room, block the door and call the police, but you loved a challenge and were confident that you would win, after all, it's your home.

Johnny noticed the determination lighting up your entire face and spoke. — I'll give you a five-minute head start.

You snorted, thinking about how he was being so stupid. You already had an advantage, you knew all the corners, passages and hiding places that existed in your mansion, it's your house. But even so, took advantage of the handsome man's foolishness and started running to the kitchen from where you would take the first secret passage to the second floor. As soon as you opened a hidden door, the lights went out and you found a melodious whistle approaching and then, without thinking about anything else, you entered the passage and closed the door.

Johnny also knew every single place in that house and imagined perfectly what you were going to do and where you were going to hide, so he went up, two steps at a time, to the second floor, there he removed one of the old paintings, a cheap imitation of the Birth of Venus, and was greeted by the passage that led straight to the attic. Once there, Suh chose the darkest corner and had a perfect view of your entrance.

Outside, you crossed the hallway trying to be as silent as possible. You took off your special designer heels, carrying them in your hands so the clack against the wood wouldn't delay your location if he was close.

One of your heels slipped and fell to the floor with a muffled thud and you stopped completely, refusing to move a single step anymore, hoping that if you stayed still, your muscle would evaporate from the hallway. You waited two long minutes in desperation, your head spinning as if you were going to faint. You feel the adrenaline numb your senses and your toes tingle with function.

What really surprised you was the butterflies in your stomach, revealing that you were more excited than you wanted to admit and found yourself thinking about the hottest man who was chasing you now. And that he's been stalking her for the last few months.

“Girl, don’t be crazy,” you thought, chastising yourself for the unholy desires you were thinking.

You tried to open the attic door slowly, cringing at the creaking of the old, rusty hinges. Johnny, who was waiting for you inside the room, glared as he watched you inattentively close and lock the door from the inside, becoming the perfect prey for him. When you started looking for a discreet corner to hide, he came out of where he was hiding with steps as silent as a feline during a hunt.

He admired your body, finding it just perfect, for a second or two, and grabbed your long hair, pulling your head back until your back hit his chest. Scared, you couldn't contain the moan that you didn't want him to hear and the man offered naughty, now pulling you back by the hips and rubbing his semi-hard cock against your ass.

— I got you, babe. — He murmured hoarsely and slyly. The hand holding your brown hair snaked to the front of your neck, trapping you against him even more.

You tried to fight his grip, but your body didn't really want to move away, wanting the man ever since he approached you on the dance floor. No matter how much your head screamed that this was a mistake, you were one step away from giving in to desire, he just needed to say the right thing.

— Do you want to know what I want? — He murmured, placing wet kisses at the base of your neck. Involuntarily, you tilted your head, leaving a larger space for him to lick and nibble your most sensitive skin as much as he wanted and purred as soon as the man bit the exact spot between your neck and collarbone. — I think you already know, don't you?

— Me? — You asked sweetly, already giving in too much, wanting more.

— Attagirl! — He praised and sucked a beautiful red mark on your neck, the first declaration that you were his. Now and until death.

He turned your body around and caught you in his arms in a tight grip. You were quick to lock your legs around his waist and your arms around the back of his head as soon as he kissed you eagerly and hungrily. He dropped you onto an old desk that was in the attic without any delicacy and you groaned at the harshness of his attitude.

His big hands went down to your ass and pulled you forward with force, pressing your barely clothed pussy against his cock, you two moaned together breaking the kiss.

Johnny took the opportunity to kneel. The super short dress had already risen to your waist and he didn't bother to take off the ruined panties, tearing them in two without being the slightest bit careful. You didn't complain, the rougher he was, the wetter you became. — Ah, princess, I'm going to make you hate every single second you despised me. You'll have my name carved into that pretty little head of yours as soon as I'm done with you and you'll be begging on your knees to be mine for all eternity.

— As if. — You replied, refusing to give in so easily and you felt your core twist at the irritated expression he made. — I'm going to kick you out of here as soon as I cum.

He pushed his tongue into his cheek to control his anger and shut you up with a sharp slap to your inner thigh. — You little brat. Maybe I need to force a little politeness into that spoiled little head of yours.

He gave another slap when he saw that you were going to retort, this time on your pussy. All that left your lips was a whimper of pain and he gave the third slap a little harder, laughing at the way you moaned again, lifting your hips in search of more. Johnny had fun discovering how dirty his little girl could be.

He placed soft kisses on your thighs, moving closer to the center, but pulling away when you tried to force him closer by his hair. He repeated this twice more until you whimpered in despair.

— You want it? — He asked, his breath hitting your wet pussy with each syllable and you shook your head desperately. — Use your words.

— What? — You asked dumbfounded.

— You heard me right. — Suh replied impassively.

You laughed loudly, irritated by the man's arrogant attitude and rushed to respond. — If you don't eat me now, I'll find someone else who will.

Without warning, Johnny stuck the tip of his index finger inside you, silencing your tantrum and murmured a “yeah?” uninterested in your empty threats. You moaned with relief and dissatisfaction when he continued inserting just the tip of his finger.

— Please! — You let out a greedy moan.

— What? I did not hear? — He teased.

—Johnny, please.

— You'll need to do better than that, babe.

— Please, I want you so much. — You gave in, desperate to feel good. — I need you so fucking much, please.

He smiled satisfied and penetrated the second finger, pushing both of them all the way in, making a “come here” movement until you squirmed and squeezed his fingers. When he felt you were close, he leaned in and sucked hard on your clit.

You let out a guttural moan as you fell apart in his arms, throwing yourself back onto the dusty table. He didn't stop when you complained about the pain of the overstimulation and, with his free hand, he trapped both of your wrists when you tried to push him away.

— No more, please.

—Does it hurt, princess? — He asked condescendingly and you responded with sly whimpers as you approached the peak once again. Seeing your growing desperation, he teased you once again, feeling satisfaction in your tears. — You want me to stop?

You didn't respond, lost in the pleasure of being stimulated past the limit, Johnny took the silence as a no and stroked your clit with his thumb, watching your body tremble for the second time.

You screamed for the second time, fat tears rolling down your face and marking your round cheeks with black streaks of mascara. — No more, please. — You begged.

Johnny gave an asymmetrical smile admiring the state he left you in and gave a strong thrust into your once again. You moaned tearfully, a rhythmic “please” melody, but Johnny didn’t stop. You approached your third orgasm faster than the other two times and fell from the top even faster. When you tried to push your body up, trying to get away from him, Suh replied: — You will keep cumming as many times as I want.

He removed his fingers from inside you and released your wrists. You sighed in relief, thinking that now you could finally rest, but you were so inattentive that you didn't hear him undo his belt and unzip his pants. When both hands grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to the edge of the table, your eyes widened and you lifted your torso, supporting yourself with your hands, to look at him.

His almond-shaped eyes sparkled with lust and were so intense that you felt your body catch fire. When Johnny started to push, you fell back onto your back, accepting everything he was going to give you. The stretch was too much and it hurt like you were being split in two, but you had never felt so satisfied before. All the tension in your muscles was gone, all you thought about was the man on top of you and how broad and beautiful his shoulders looked.

You wanted to scratch and bite him so badly and that's what you did.

You wanted to leave him as marked as he was marking you now, you wanted to leave a physical reminder so that he would never forget you. Cute little thing, Johnny would look for you even in hell if he had to.

You came out of your reverie when you felt Johnny's fingers squeeze your neck, superficially cutting off your air passage, your head spun and your vision went black. When you came back, you were lying on the bed in your room and if it weren't for the pain in your body you could have sworn that you had dreamed everything, but Johnny cleared his throat at that moment, showing his presence and made you drink a whole glass of water and eat some grapes before for them to actually talk.

— How are you feeling, baby? — He asked, his voice was much calmer than minutes ago.

— I'm sleepy — she murmured tiredly. You might regret it tomorrow, but you would make the most of today, they had already done worse things that night. — Stay with me, please?

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[cherrycola27]

Red, White, and Rooster

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption. Frenemies to lovers, relationship of convenience. Political situations. Allegations of affairs, military and political inaccuracies. Smut. 18+ Minors DNI. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger

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Chapter 7: Mr. President Will See You Now

"Bradley, I love you too."

Your words hung thick in the air of the Oval Office. Bradley's eyes met yours. He searched them for any sign that you weren't being truthful. He was waiting for the moment that you would laugh in his face and tell him that you were kidding. But it didn't come.

"You love me too?" He spoke. It came out as a question rather than a statement.

"Yes." You breathed out. "I tried to tell myself these feelings I had for you weren't real, but I can't keep denying them. I kept telling myself that we were just pretending, keeping up appearances for the sake of our jobs, and maybe that's how it started out for me, but somewhere along the way, it stopped being pretend and started being real. At our wedding, I kept thinking, it shouldn't be this easy to fake being in love with you, but I wasn't faking it. Not really." You confess to him.

"You don't know how long I've waited to hear you say that." He tells you. You look at him confused. "What?"

"Y/N, I've been in love with you since I met you. I'll never forget how you came up to me in that bar and told me everything that was wrong with my political strategies and that I wouldn't get anywhere without a campaign manager." You laugh at his comment.

"Hey, it's not my fault your slogans were shit and you were talking too loudly about them." You giggle. He shakes his head.

"And even when I said I had everything under control, you wouldn't take no for an answer. Then you made that bet with me over a game of pool. I mean, you were willing to put your classic cherry red Camero on the line for the shot at a job. I thought you were crazy. What if you had lost?" He asked you.

"I guess we'll never know." You smile at him. Both of you laugh at the memory before locking eyes. You can feel the tension shift in the room. Bradley leans in closer to you. His eyes flick from yours down to your lips.

"Y/N, please, can I kiss you? For real, this time?" He asks you. You don't answer. You surge forward, closing the distance between the two of you as you tangle your hands in his hair.

Even though you've kissed him before, this feels like your first kiss one with him. And in some ways, it is. It's the first kiss where you both want it, and no cameras are around. It's the first kiss because you love each other, not because you're obligated to.

The kiss starts out slow, lips moving against each other, both too afraid to deepen it. You tug on the roots of Bradley's hair, which causes him to moan. You take the opportunity to slot your tongue between his lips. He groans against your mouth as he battles with you for dominance.

Suddenly, he's pulling you by the hips. Tugging you into his lap. He drapes your thighs over his. The skirt of your suit rides up on your thighs. The sudden movement causes your shoes to slip off.

Bradley's large hands find purchase on your hips as his fingertips dig into them while you grind down on him. You can feel his hard length under your clothed core. You pull away from him, and he lulls his head back as you attack his neck and jaw with kisses. You run your tongue across the scars that adorn his face. God, you always loved them.

Your hands go for his tie, desperately trying to get it undone. You free it from his collar and throw it across the room. Your hands slide under the sleeves of his suit jacket. He leans up to slide it off. You're about to go for the buttons of his dress shirt when he grabs your hands to stop you.

"Sweetheart, stop." He tells you. You look back at him, a flash of hurt in your eyes. "Do—do you not want to? Oh God—I'm sorry." You babble out before trying to jump off his lap. He grabs you to hold you in place, holding you still so you can feel the evidence of his desire.

"Sweetheart, I want you so fucking bad. But I'll be damned if the first place I make love to my wife isn't our bed." He tells you. You lean forward and kiss him again. You break apart and rest your forehead against his. "Well then, Mr. President, you big stud. Take me to bed or lose me forever."

He doesn't have to be told twice. He scoops you up bridal style and carries you out of the office. You pepper his face with kisses as he runs through the hall with you in his arms. You can't help but laugh.

On your way to your room. You pass Jake in the hall. He gives the two of you a strange look before he chuckles at the sight before him. "Jake, you're in charge for the rest of the day. Tell them I'm busy. The First Lady and I have an important meeting!" Bradley yells at him before continuing down the hall.

Jake shakes his head but agrees.

Bradley stumbles into the room and slams the door behind him. He manages to lock it without dropping you. He shuffles to the middle of the room before lightly tossing you on the bed. You bounce slightly on the mattress before sitting up and tossing your suit jacket aside. He works the buttons of his dress shirt loose before yanking it and his under shirt off.

He barely gives you a moment to oogle him before he is climbing on the bed. He cages your legs with his thighs before leaning down on his forearms to kiss you breathless.

His lips trail across your cheek and to your ear. He kisses down your neck as his fingers pull the bottom of your blouse from your skirt. You sit up long enough for him to guide it over your head before his hands are on you.

His palms slide over your torso before landing on the lilac cups of your bra. He kneads your breasts through the lace, causing you to moan into his mouth.

He pulls back to admire you. "So fucking pretty" He murmurs as his fingers glide to your back and unhook your bra. It joins the ever growing pile of clothes on the floor. Once your chest is bare to him, he gets to see your tattoo in its full glory. It's everything he'd fantasized about.

His hands trace the delicate lace pattern and swooping words. "The first time I saw this, I about came in my swim trunks like a teenager." He tells you. "I've been dying to get my lips on it. Jerked off so many times to the thought of it." You groan as he lowers his head and laves it with his tongue. His free hand gropes your breasts, pinching your nipples into stiff peaks.

"You've touched yourself to the thought of me?" You ask him as you card your fingers through his hair.

"Sure have, baby doll." He replies. "Just like I know you have." He smirks at you. "Heard you in the shower. Crying out my name. Those pretty little moans falling from your lips. Couldn't help myself, came all over my hand." He tells you. Your cheeks burn at his omission, but you can't bring yourself to care right now. Not when he's like this. He continues his trail down your body as he nips your skin.

Satisfied that he's left his mark on you, he tugs your skirt down. He goes to take your panties off of you, but he's met with something he wasn't quite expecting. "The hell are these?' He asks as he runs his hands over the nylon.

"They're called panty hose Mr. President." You laugh at him as you place one leg on his shoulder. He furrows his brow as he tries to pull them off of you. They are keeping him from where he wants to be.

He struggles for a moment, refusing to let you help. You are reaching out for them when you hear them ripping. You gasp as he tears the offense garment from your body. "Bradley!" You shriek. "I'm going to pass a bill to make it illegal for you to wear these ever again." He mumbles against your leg as he trails kisses up from your ankle to your knees.

"It would have to be an executive order." You remind him with a breathy laugh that dies on your lips the moment his finger brushes across your aching core.

"So wet for me sweetheart." He whispers.

"What were you thinking about when you touched yourself." He asks you.

"Thought about how good your fingers would feel." You whine as he stroked you through the fabric. "Did you now? Well, let's see if I can live up to the expectation." He smirks. He pushes the pale purple lace to the side before sinking two fingers inside you and curling them upward. You cry out at the fullness. They are just as thick as you imagine.

He moves them in a come hither motion, seeking out that magical spot inside you that will have you falling apart for him.

You through your head back when he finds it. His heart swells in his chest. He strokes it over and over again, bringing you closer to the edge. His thumb comes up and swipes tight circles over your clit.

"Fuck—Bradley. Right there." You groan as you grind down on his hand while you chase your high.

"Feel good, darling? Better than you imagined?" He coos. "S'much better." You slur out as he works you to the edge.

"Gripping my fingers so tight, baby, I know you're close. Cum for me." He tells you. His thumb applies more pressure to your clit, causing you to fall over the edge. You cry out his name while he works you through your high.

You try to regain control of your breathing as he withdraws his fingers from you. He makes a show out of slipping them into his mouth and licking them clean.

"God damn, you're sweeter than honey. I think I'll have another taste." He tells you before lowering his head to kiss your clothed core. You jump, still sensitive from your first orgasm. He pulls your panties down and throws them over his shoulder.

"Did you ever think about my mouth when you touched yourself, darling?" He asks you. "Yes, sir, Mr. President, I did." You whimper out.

Fuck, he knows hes never going yo get tired of hearing you call him "Mr. President' in bed. He chuckles to himself before licking a broad strip up your slit and circling your sensitive bud with his tongue. Your hips almost fly off the bed as your hands grip his hair.

He lays an arm across your hips to hold you in place.

"Look at me, beautiful." He commands. You open your eyes and peer down at him. He looks up at your threw his lashes, grinning like the devil. His honey brown eyes are almost black as he sucks your clit into his mouth.

Your grip on his curls tightens as he alternates between sucking on it and drawing figure eights across it.

His tongue slips into your weeping hole, and he fucks the muscle into you, causing you to grind down on his face. He loops his hands under your thighs and pulls you closer to him. He buries his face into your heat and eats you like a starving man. His nose bumps over your clit with each swipe of his tongue as he brings you closer and closer to the edge.

He gives your clit a particularly firm suck and it sends your barreling into a second release. He helps you ride it out, drinking every drop of sweet nectar you give him. His face is glistening when he emerges from your thighs.

He comes up and kisses you. You can taste your release on his tongue. Your hands franticly pull at the loops of his pants, fighting to get his belt free. You desperately want him to be inside you.

"Bradley, please, need you so bad." You moan. He pushes your hands aside and frees his belt before dragging his pants and boxers down in one motion.

His hard length slaps against his abdomen. It's beautiful. Long and girthy with veins running across it. The mushroom tip is fat, red, and dripping with precum.

"Now I see why they called you Rooster in the Navy." You smirked.

He climbs back onto the bed. You spread your thighs for him. He leans back on his haunches to admire you for just a moment. You let out a small whine. "Bradley, please!" You beg him. He could really tease you if he wanted to, but he wants this just as much as you do.

He drags his cock through your wetness, before lining up the tip and slowly pushing in. He lets out a guttural groan when he is fully seated inside you.

He pulls back out slightly before pushing back in. His fingers dig into your hips. Pulling you flush with him with each thrust.

You pant and cry out his name as he speeds up, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into you. Your nails dug into his shoulder blades. You're sure they will leave a mark.

"Baby doll, you feel so fucking good. You're pussy was made for me. Squeezing me so tight." He groans out. You clench around him, a growl leaves his lips. He speeds up as you do it again. "Feels so fucking good, Bradley." You praise him.

He raises up on his knees and throws your legs over his shoulders. This new angle allows him to drag the head of his cock over your gspot with every thrusts. He leans over you to the point he's practically folding you in half. He's so deep that you can feel him in your stomach. You don't know where you end and he beings. He releases one of your hips and takes his hand and places over your lower abdomen. He presses down and feels himself driving into you.

You groan at the sensation. He's so fucking deep, you've never felt anything like this before.

"Gripping me so good, baby. So fucking good. Shit." He pants.

You're close. He can tell. He is, too, but he's determined to draw a third orgasm from you. "Bradley, dearest. I'm so close—please!" You beg him. You need him to get you there.

"Me too, sweetheart. Fuck. Where do you want me to cum?" He asks you as the sound of skin slapping echos through the room. He's praying you tell him to stay inside of you, the thought of not cumming in your tight, wet heat makes him want to die, but the two of you didn't exactly talk about protection before this.

"In me. Please, fucking cum in me and fill me up!" You cry out You need him to paint your walls with his release. To fill you until he's oozing out making a mess of the sheets. You crave the feeling of being so full of him. You want him to claim you as his and his alone.

He continues to drive into, pushing you closer and closer until the dam bursts, and you scream his name as you orgasm washes over you. Your nails dig into his shoulder blades, leaving harsh red lines that will be there for days to come. Tears prick your eyes as euphoria fills your body and your toes curl. His eyes roll back in his head as you spasm around him. He cums hard, harder than he ever has in his life. Your core milks his cock until he is spent.

He collapses on top of you. Keeping most of his weight on his forearms. You can feel him still throbbing inside of you as both of you come down from your highs.

You lock your hips around his, keeping him seated deep inside you.

When he finally brings himself to pull out of you. You whimper at the loss of contact.

The two of you stay silent for a while. The only sound in the room is your labored breathing.

"That was—" you being

"Amazing." He states, finishing your sentence with a dopey grin on his face.

You laugh as you curl up on his chest. He traces lazy shapes along your back.

"So this is what married sex is like." You say as you stare at your ring.

"Bradley, Dearest. How did you get this ring so fast. I know something like this didn't just come out of a jewelers case." You ask him.

He groans as he slides up on the headboard, taking you with him. "You're going to think I'm crazy when I tell you.

"I thought you were crazy when you hired me after a game of pool—which I'm pretty sure you let me win. I thought you were crazy running for president at thirty-five. I knew you were crazy when you were willing to take a bullet for me and go along with my plan. Try me." You tell him.

"The day after you got shot at, I called my godfather. I had him fly out to D.C. and bring me my mom's engagement ring." He begins.

"This was your mom's?" You gasp. "The diamond was. But after everything that went down at that last debate—the idea of losing you killed me. I knew it was you or nothing. I've been having them hold onto this for me at Harry Winston's for ages. I just had to call to get it resized." He smiles at you.

"Well, you and your parents had good taste. But please tell me how your dad was about to afford a five karat diamond on a Navy pilot pay?" You ask him.

"He sold some of his baseball card collection. When he and my mom were looking for rings, he saw the oval solitare and knew that it was the one for her. She always told him it was too much. He told her that nothing was ever too much for her." Bradley continued.

Tears welled up in your eyes. He'd really loved you this whole time, and maybe you'd loved him this whole time too.

"It's also engraved on the inside. So is mine." Bradley says as he slips yours off your finger and slips his off as well. He holds them close to your face as you see the two words engraved in beautiful script as he reads them to you. "simul melius."

"Better together. It's Latin, isn't it?" You look up at him. "Yeah, it is. I thought it seemed fitting because we really are better together." He smiles at you before leaning down to place a soft kiss to your lips.

"Bradley, I really do love you." You tell him in earnest. His smile is a mile wide. He doesn't think he'll ever get enough of hearing you say that.

"I really do love you too."

IT FINALLY HAPPENED!

I hope you guys loved this chapter. Let me tell you, it has been so fun to write this so far, and the love it has gotten!

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[tassodelmiele]

Noisy little mess

Hi sweetie ⁓

I swear to god i'm dreaming about the future plot lately, and I chukle in my sleep since it's so funny dealing with (stalking) the Task Force even if i shouldn't laugh about the things i'm thinking about and i'm so happy to see you've got the same problem as me.

Send hugs to wherever you are ⁓

DISCLAIMERS: clean from smut, but a lot of ignoring feelings and responsabilities; GhostxReader and his will to pretend she doesn't exist (spoiler, he fails); how-to-not-doing-a-mission-safely; a sprinkle of paternal chat; Task Force being misterious about their Lt.; ghosts scared of gnomes.

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Third part here:

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You don't know how you've managed to come back safely to your room.

What you do know is that, since yesterday, your Lt is nowhere to be found.

Oh, and you've finally got menstruations. Soap is the first one who gets aware of this, welcoming you at the breakfast table with the sweetest:

«Ye're finally bleeding, aren't ye?»

Gaz throws him a bunch of towels before Price manages to save the few left, hiding them under his plate.

You sit next to Johnny. It is so rare to have the Captain at breakfast, and it is even…suspicious. You swallow your oatmeal silently, gazing at Price till he murmurs: «What is it?» that smells like coffee and late night work.

«Mmmnothin'» 

He sighs, finally raising his sight at you.

«Spit it out. What's wrong?» 

«Mmmh…»

He sips his black coffee while exchanging a sight war with you, who're looking at him through the spoonful of chocolate oatmeal, eyes sharpened as a knife. Price leans toward you, willing to win the challenge, when Gaz suddenly asks:

«Have someone seen the Lt? I need to give him a-»

«Speaking of him-» you suddenly burst, breaking the eye contact with Price just to make him sighs for the second times in five minutes. He raises an hand toward your face.

«If you're seeking revenge for your injury-»

«I'm not» you reply almost immediately. «Even if he was a dick»

Price scolds you immediately with a threatening: «language, rookie»

You scroll your shoulders, knowing well you can push yourself so far just 'cause they don't really care about discipline towards each other. At least not at breakfast. 

«He's disappeared. So: either he really is a ghost, and he vanished; or he's hiding from me»

Gaz was about to make a joke on your words, but he suddenly stops, with his fork still stuck on the omelet.

«…what? Why from you?»

«Ye'r not that scary»

«I bet i am»

«Hold on, hold on» 

Price makes his way through the speech, raising his hands to gain silence. Then he looks at you like he's watching a child trying to convince an ice cream he's not about to eat it.

«So that's what it's going on» and murmurs to himself: «that bloody liar…»

You gasp in surprise, just to make some drama, and Johnny follows your move like a Victorian damoiselle. You slam your hands on the table before Price could speak again, or try to run away from his own words, and you suddenly remember about your elbow. Painful moans are choked in your guts as you spit out a too loud:

«Explain»

And Price answer with an abrupt:

«No»

And Johnny puts out his best puppy eyes, leaning on the table toward his Captain:

«Please! We need to know!»

«We?» John looks at him like he's surrounded by chatty widows. «Why in the bloody hell would you like to know somethin' you're not even involved in?»

«At this point 's a matter of principle»

«A what?»

«We're a team, secrets can't tear us apart»

«That's not a secret»

«Than speak»

«Is it about the fact that Ghost is either tryna kill or getting acquainted with her?»

Three pairs of eyes suddenly glare toward Gaz, who once again freezes with his fork balanced toward his mouth. He smiles nervously.

«…am I allowed to feel in danger?»

Johnny answer with a too sudden: «yes»

Price takes out a cigar with nonchalance, pointing it at Garryk « So you've noticed. At least one brain in my team is not totally burnt»

«Waitwaitwait» you bring back to you the attention, raising an hand to take the floor. «Is he really scared of me? That's why I haven't seen him around in 24 hours?»

«He told me he needed to figure something out 'cause of a problem you've made». Price gives you a look. «I've thought of talking to you about it, but… I'm not blind, rookie. And now that you've speak about him fearing you…i kinda understand what it's passing through his mind»

Gaz nods in agreement. Johnny takes his time to think about it, and after ten seconds of the other two staring at him he eventually realizes something.

Something that you're not getting.

Your eyes jump on their faces with the urge of the only gamer in the team who doesn't know how to cheat. Your fingers dig deeper in the cuticles as you see the three men stand up and make their way out of the dining hall.

«Hey! You can't leave with the secret all to yourself!»

«Sorry kid»

Price pat your head before waving at you, leaving you with what's left of your oatmeal and a few, terse words:

«If he'll feels like it, he'll tell you»

He stops. He suddenly turns serious.

«Do you think you're ready to show us how reliable you are?»

You falter, mumbling: «…yeah…?»

«Good. I've got a work for you, rookie»

Documents are on his desk. Not just any pile of paper: the pile of paper, the intel they were waiting for, the information they've searched for for almost three months.

Ghost is reading the sheets again and again. Yeah, there's no doubt: it's what they've needed, and it is there, on his desk, spawned out of nowhere when he was away for a…mission. Let's call it a mission.

He should be pleased. Happy to say the least, since this kinda intel's like food from heaven for the task force.

But he's…kinda lost in his thoughts. Almost annoyed. 

«Who in the bloody hell…» he murmurs as he takes a look at the sheets, not even realizing that someone else has entered the room. 

«your fav rookie» 

Price's voice makes him fall from his thought's tree. Ghost glares at him through the mask, inspecting his Cap who's clinging on the door frame with a lot of nonchalance, arms crossed and an amused smile on his face. 

«…ya'r not meaning-»

«I am»

«Mh»

«surprised? She did an hell of a job, in a good way» he comes in, shutting the door. «She's a good one»

«yeah…»

«That's all you've got?»

Ghost almost stops to breath; his gaze at Price's like laser beam, and he has to collect enough air to blow out a stern:

«Do ya need something else? 'Ve got work to do»

And Price waste no time to smile back a:

«Old demons eat your tongue?»

To what Ghost' s answer's a growl: «mh»

Price shakes his shoulders, approaching the door to go out. «Just an impression of mine»

Ghost's voice stops him at the door knob: 

«Ya'r wrong»

«Mmm, yeah? About what?»

«Stop thinking about it, i know you are»

«Tell me what to think then»

«She's not like that»

«Oh, so there is a "she" in your brain»

«Don't read into it»

«You know what's fun?» the Captain comes back, taking a seat in front of Ghost, pointing at him with his judgmental finger «You're dealing with her like she's blackmailing you, or something. Nervous smiles, stupid revenges…»

«Bullshits»

«'S that so? And how do ya call the little problem during training session?»

«A problem. That's all»

«Ghost-»

«No»

He stands, turning his back at the Captain. And that, for him, was the end of the chat. 

But not for Price.

«Is not a shame falling for someone»

And the Lt. gives him the coldest glare, jerking his sight at his Cap.

«I'm not» he spit with a harsh voice.

Price doesn't move. He checks his pocket, taking his first cigar of the day just to put it through his lips and chewing the tip lightly, eyes glued to Ghost's. The Cap. nods.

«Good to know» he murmurs. 

That was the end of the story. Or at least Ghost has hoped so.

Three days later, he can't help but walk through the base with his eyes fixed on every rookie who stands in his way. He had searched the dining room every morning, checked the training field, the goddamn gym in the evening, even waited for a few minutes every time he passed by her room.

Nothing.

None.

No sign of aggressive gnomes around. 

Ghost sips his black coffee in complete silence, glaring at everyone for no apparent reason. He needed to end that odd feeling, those annoying jumps of adrenaline, the bad sensation that something hostile was growing within his stern, cold behavior, breaking it from the inside, scratching away the metal wrap he had built to better control every inch of himself.

And he needed to have her in front of him, speaking out loud the reasons why she was eating his insides like a virus, and asking her, gently or not, to try her best and pretend the two of them do not know each other. 

Feeling things for others, either bad or good…it wasn't for him. 

«Bloody little idiot…»

«Hope ye'r not talking 'bout me»

Ghost's gaze raises as Johnny joins his solitary coffee-sipping ritual. He put his mug on the table, spreading around chocolate aroma.

The Lt. recognizes it immediately: «That's her goddamn pudding»

«I'm addicted»

Breakfast brings back silent eating and mumbling on caffeine. Soap devours his oatmeal, waiting. 

'Cause he knows he just has to wait.

It takes Ghost just one minute and a half to burst out a pretended unselfish:

«Maybe she has eaten that much chocolate that she's become one bar»

«Mh?»

«She's nowhere to be found in person, it seems»

«Are ye searching for her?»

«'Cause of the intel she'd collected» he rushes a justification that Soap doesn't really buy. Johnny almost absorbs his last spoonful, chewing out words mixed with chocolate:

«Price's sent her on a mission. Confidential» he adds. «Dunno 'bout details»

Oh.

That was unexpected; so unexpected that Ghost bites his tongue after rushing out a too fast:

«When?»

The spoon falls in the mug with a metal tingle; Soap's side eyes reach Ghost.

«…are ye worried?»

«No» he bursts. 

«Well, we are. Me and Gaz»

That doesn't sound like a lie, and Simon has to lower his shield made of pretending-not-to-think-about-her stuff. Soap keeps on, his eyes wandering around the crowded room:

«Maybe Price's overestimated her skills, dunno…or maybe she's just not ready. 'S strange not having news after three days»

«You two do like her»

Soap sighs, shaking away from his shoulders the morning stiffness.

«She's a good one. She's fun. But she's not so skilled on the field»

«You don't get worried about every rookie's first time. Sooner or later they'll have to be kicked out of the nest»

«If the one that's been kicked out 's ma fav sparrow chick, at least i hope that it'll fall on something soft»

«She's no chick, and not my fav» he rushes again, eagerly to end the conversation and get the fuck out of there. He stands, with a chuckling Soap next to him, who knows his Lt. too well and knows he just has to wait a little more, to give him time to elaborate his thoughts in a more sensible way.

Ghost's first impulse is always imposing himself as a threatening and leading figure. It's an habit. 

But this time he doesn't have time to retry his answer.

A worried Gaz appears in the dining room, rushing toward them in some sort of urgency. 

«You two» he breathes out, clinging on the table while regaining some air in his lungs «Do you want the good news, or the it-could-be-better news?»

«Were ye runnin' a bloody marathon at the fucking six in the morning?» 

«Good new» Ghost answer, still holding his empty coffee mug. «Always good news first»

Gaz gazes at them, elaborating his words as best as he could: «…do ya remember the no-one's-going-to-do-that-mission topic in our last meeting?»

«That sort of suicidal duty 'bout sneaking alone in a mafia boss dirty party?»

Gaz nods. «That one»

«With none to cover your arse?»

«Yeah»

«That one Laswell was tryna to figure out so bad 'cause the goddamn boss had valuable infos 'bout big weapons traffic?»

«Aha»

«But none was that stupid to try it?»

«Soap». Ghost stops his Sergeant's stream of thoughts with a glare through the balaclava. «Cut it. What's the bloody good news 'bout it Garryk?»

«Mission's been accomplished» he spits, with neither a smile nor optimism, and a strange, worried look. Soap's eyes get wider.

«Are ye fucking kidding? Who's the idiot who tried it in the first place?»

Gaz sighs.

«'S our idiot»

It takes a bunch of seconds to link the description with a face, but your silly little smile rushes through their brain almost immediately. Soap stands up so fast the chair almost falls.

«WHAT-»

«The other news » Ghost's harsh voice talks over him, with a hint of hurriness, an almost audible tip of concern that he swallows.

And Gaz wastes no time:

«Now she can drain pasta with her arm»

..................................................

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod fanfic #fanfiction #task force 141 #ghost x reader #ghost x you #johnny soap mctavish #kyle gaz garrick #john price #writers on tumblr #a little bit of Kate Laswell #i like being annoying #i've tried not to write so much dialogues #i've failed #sorry #i just love to think about the task force being concerned about their little gnome #so surprised i could even managed to post something long enough to reach a part four #i promise there will be smut at some point #you perv

[edgyandoverzealous]

Bacause Cringe culture is dead and I am back in my FNAF SB phase. Explaining your Kins as the therapist friend but I'm feeling salty so it's all just calling you out. Except I felt bad after a little bit so they each have a funny/lighthearted one calling me out.

Glamrock Freddy

How's those daddy issues doing?

Was he emotionally absent, physically absent, or was he just distant and unaffectionate?

I'm willing to bet he called you superstar once and you immediately started kinning.

Additionally how're those abandonment issues treating ya?

On a scale from 1/10 how displeased were you when Freddy got dragged away by moon 'cause he powered down before he got to the charging station?

You know he originally was gonna turn on you right? That would worsen your abandonment issues, you should thank Scott for that one.

You are the parent friend btw, Ily please bring bandaids and painkillers I'm accident prone and ignore pain until it's unbearable. We may be going to the ER</3

Glamrock Chica

Are you a Lesbian? Or are you the oldest child who uses gentle techniques of sibling-parenting?

How do you feel knowing you probably aren't listened to?

How's your mommy issues doing?

Do you mayhaps think that people won't want you unless you give them something?

Do you feel like no one takes care of you but you always have to take care of everyone else?

How's your relationship with food going? Yeah, me too. Note that chica physically can't eat by the end as well.

Do you even speak/Do you ever shut up?

Scared of overcoddling but also terrified of taking a step back and away because you feel like if you stop they'll all leave you much?

Choir/Band/Theatre kid or grandparent friend with hard candies in their purse that I would eat wrapper and all because intrusive thought said to and shiny.

Roxxane Wolf

So are you a Lesbian, furry, or e-girl simp? Or are you the oldest child who uses more forceful/low-key mean techniques of sibling-parenting?

How's the crippling self doubt and God complex treating you?

How's crying in your room because you yelled at them and said something mean but don't know how to say sorry going?

What about that inferiority complex?

Pushing everyone away because they'll only leave you? Ding ding ding we have a winner.

Burnt out perfectionist?

You're the type of friend whose love language is bullying and play fighting. Be careful you don't make your friend cry, I am the friend that'd cry.

Monty Gator

Self-destructive behavior, pent up aggression and always looking for a reason to fight?

Anger issues much? Or do you just simp for Bonnie's replacement because you saw one too many human Monty edits?

You're probably short too, huh? Just like the fuse you have when given a chance. Or your big and burly which also is terrifying.

How's your constant existential crisis going?

Do you feel like there's a looming expectation that's too big for you to fill over your head?

Do you feel like you're never first choice?

That you're simply a replacement for everyone else?

How about respect? Do you ever give or receive it? No?

Are you always restless? Yeah? Thought so.

You're the protective friend who is willing to throw hands with anyone who disturbs their friends. Me too honestly, I've been held back on multiple occasions because I'm a short queer man and it's in my veins.

Glamrock Bonnie

So are you still sobbing over that one line, you know the one, or are you living on fan theories? Like how are you still kicking?

How's your mental health? Bad? Yeah I thought so.

Anxiety and depression kin you honey? <3

Disasciotiating royalty, you.

You long for something in your past that cannot be changed.

You fall for what you know you can't have and never will be obtained, don't you?

You felt robbed by the game and that's okay. I miss him too.

Sun/Moon

You scare me, legitimately you scare me. Y'alls fandom is legitimately impressive especially for insert types. You have one of every flavor and are insanely good at drawing the skrunglies less skrungly. Good for you.

Additionally how's healing your inner child going?

And those mommy and daddy issues?

I'm sorry you weren't held as a child?

Too busy parenting everyone else to have been cared for the same?

Forced to grow up too fast?

You were definitely a traumatized child. Adults let you down and now you seek comfort in a robot of two extremes as unstable as your adolescence.

You're the "childish" friend. Silly, sweet, and full of fun but you are by no means innocent. That was stolen from you a long time ago.

Also you either can't sleep or you oversleep or both.

Mapbot

You scare me, legitimately you scare me. The scariest bots in the game??? Really??? Those buddies??? Okay???? Honestly the healthiest option tbh.

You are either a troll or a disaster bisexual or an enby.

You cling to people because you don't want them to leave you, but that pushes them away more often than not.

How does it feel to be so underated and the "side character" in your own life?

You blend in wherever you go even when you want to be seen or when you want someone to help you.

By the way how's the constant desperation going? Aren't you tired of being sane? Don't you want to go absolutely feral?

#fnaf sb #glamrock freddy #glamrock bonnie #glamrock chica #montgomery gator #roxxane wolf #kin assigning #mapbot #sundrop #moondrop #this is meant to be lighthearted #im sorry in advance #my entire blog is going to be things like this and im sorry if it's inaccurate #im sorry that Bonnie's is short but the man literally died before game #like what was i supposed to do make them more sad??? #don't hurt me im on your side and in the fandom #sorry if this is incomprehensible #im exhausted

[devourbabydevour]

@jegulus-microfic, October 1st, Cemetery, 819 words, cw: light suggestions of violence and innuendo

Jegulus: Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU: "I May Be Dead, But I'm Still Pretty."

“Get lost, James. What part of vampire slayer don’t you get. See this pointy thing? This. Goes. Here. Quit skulking around here all the time. I am trying to work”

Regulus Black, cheerleader by day, vampire slayer by night (and also sometimes by day) points at James’s chest with an accusatory finger on the last word. A chest which is far too exposed for a cemetery after midnight in January.

Even though, it’s Sunnydale there's seasonally appropriate chill in the air and anyways Regulus does not need to be subject to potter’s pomposity — promiscuity even!

Whose chest glistens in the moonlight like that, anyway? It’s obscene is what it is. Regulus does not need these distractions. Between Barty’s latest demon related schemes and Evan’s dabbling in witchcraft, Regulus needs no more to deal with. That plus his parents ever increasing draconian punishments and restrictions he is constantly having to jump hoops to get around to keep up with slaying duties. His parents would rather bury their heads in the sand than face what's right in front of them-- and won't tolerate anything but the same from their children. Since Sirius left they were paying even more attention than ever to Regulus. He felt just about ready to crack. Plus exams are ever looming.

And to top it all off for some reason Potter seems hell bent on bothering him.

Pestering him--even. With small talk. And little glances. Always popping up, thinking Regulus needs something from him— be it a more accurate translation of yet another apocalyptic text (his own language skills are just fine enough to read: "you are all fucked, must be Tuesday" in many a language --thank you very much), or he'll try to help decipher the latest news of who might have come to town this week (but Regulus has that covered, knows a thing or ten about how to grease the right palms for information) --or worst of all --the incident last month with a last minute rescue from some damn vamps.

As If.

Regulus totally had that nest of vampires right where he wanted them --even if he was momentary tied up when James arrived.

Regulus has a damn job to carry out and he does it well. McGonagall and Dumbledore say he's best slayer in a generation. Thing is there's only one slayer in a generation. But a slayer's life is so short he supposes they've both seen their fair share of slayers by now.

He doesn’t need Potter’s help. It might not be a job he chose but a boys got to what a boys got to do. And Regulus has no say in the matter. When McGonagall showed up and spelled it all out for him Regulus — the golden child (the one his parents had created of convenience and their own desires for him) had resisted tooth and nail but ultimately when creatures of the night keep knocking down your door and the ones you care about are in danger -- It’s time to face up to the inevitable.

“Is that so? Then why don’t you do it already, love? And what was that? James-- that’s the first time you called me that-- used my name I mean. I think I'm seeing god right”

Scoffing "Well don’t get used to it Potter. And anyway I think that ship has sailed Potter. The already dead don't get to go to one of the nice places. But if you want to push your luck and continue trying to offer "your so called help" then I'm willing to bet there's a warm and cozy spot somewhere far, far away waiting for you that I'm happy to help send you to."

"Oh, love. I may be dead but I'm still pretty. And Regulus Arcturus Black, I don't think you need my help. I just love spending time with you. I like your quips and your threats and your power. It's incredible, I-- "

And no none of that. Regulus doesn't need Potter talking such nonsense. No. More. Distractions. Especially from conniving, meddling vampires who are also dirty brother stealers.

“Just give me one reason at all and you’ll be tasting wood. The only reason I haven’t dusted you yet is because Sirius likes you. And trusts you. For some reason. But make no bones of it—

James interrupts to start to say "I knew you still loved your brother, enough to spare me even."

Regulus pulls a dagger out of his thigh holster and presses the tip of it to James clavicle. Knocking him against a behemoth of a stone scene of the crucifixion. Name engraved at the base reads: “Salazar Slytherin”

“I will slice and dice and not think twice.”

“Kinky, pet. You’re going to give me a heart attack one of these nights” James presses a cold hand to his cold chest as though in awe.

“Fuck off, Potter. You don’t have a heart.” 

#jegulus #jegulus microfic #buffy the vampire slayer #buffy the vampire slayer au

[woodenchip]

DANGANRONPA THH GENERAL HEADCANONS

(You can kinda tell I love Kiyotaka alot)

ALSO if you like my headcanons you may request a character for me to make headcanons of or expand some headcanons‼️

🧭Kiyotaka Ishimaru🧭

•TRANS MASC BUT ALSO TRANS FEM

•Saw a fic of Taka as a Trans Fem and my eyes have opened to a whole new world

•Could be Bigender???

•Bro is a man lover

•I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE.

•I love those silly little headcanon that give Taka a huge fucking family

•Like Celestia, Yasuhiro, Peko, Maki, and fucking Gundham??? Family<33

•FUCK EVEN KIYOMODO IS TAKA'S TWIN‼️‼️

•I love Ishimaru big family headcanons

•will probably make a whole post about the family and how they ARE family

•I love Taka so much, please bear with me-

•He's also one of those friends who will take your clothes by accident

•LIKE THE FREE TIME EVENT WITH MAKOTO???? HE WOULD DO THAT TO HIS CLOSE FRIENDS

•They don't mind though because like, why not?

•Has glasses but to keep up his view of "perfect" for himself, he refuses to wear them (my man is struggling hard)

💎Mondo Owada💎

•My silly Bisexual (he's so me)

•I also like trans masc Mondo, but also Bigender Mondo‼️

•Is a Disney lover

•He will never tell anyone though

•HE ALSO WILL GET REALLY MAD AT LIKE, THOSE TOXIC ROMANCE SHOWS

•"DUMP HIM, HE'S SO BAD FOR YOU." "HE'S CHEATING ON YOU??? YOU CAN'T FIX HIM."

•Needs reading glasses

•The first book he's willing read was The Outsiders

•He was SOBBING.

•He loved the book so much he ends up saying "Stay gold" to people on accident (Chihiro, Taka, and his gang)

🎵Leon Kuwata🎵

•PANSEXUAL. PAN KING

•Kissing him rn.

•Listens to scene music

•Also likes Pop music

•Loves those really silly Christmas movies that have dumb plots

•My man doesn't untie his shoes

•He just slips them off and on

•Probably has ADHD

•Has a problem with popping his joints alot

🌟Makoto Naegi🌟

•My silly little Panromantic

•Not sex repulsed but he'd rather not

•Trans man or just Agender

•He gets dragged into EVERYTHING

•Like Junko will need someone to do something for her and the first thought is just "Naegi-"

•Even Celeste does it (whenever Hifumi isn't around that is)

•He's actually really fast (his sister would tackle him, so he's learned to run fast)

•He's found four-leaf clovers alot throughout his life but they always end up getting destroyed

💲Byakuya Togami💲

•I know what you are. I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE

•He's so aroace gay

•Again isn't sex repulsed, but he doesn't care

•I hate him so much, I'm struggling for headcanons

•He can speak multiple languages

•He also (somewhat) respects Sonia because she (to him) is the only one that is superior than him

•Has a very small soft spot for some people, so unless you're the very few that he actually likes don't expect much

🍜Kyoko Kirigiri🍜

•Bi girl (Fem preference)

•Also Demi-girl

•She's so silly

•SHE LOVES LEATHER, LIKE MOST OF HER CLOTHES ARE LEATHER

•Has a special hair routine that she does everyday

•She started doing "girl nights" with most of the girls in the class

•Despite how reserved she is she tries really hard to make friends with the others

•I love her so much omg :(

🛸Yasuhiro Hagakure🛸

•PANSEXUAL SILLY GUY

•Also Toko, Yasuhiro, and Taka sibling dynamic‼️

•i love them all sm omg

•Is like the big brother of the class??

•Like the type of brother that's like "You ok? Yeah? Bet"

•You know what I mean??!

•Fav food is hot ham and cheese (LET ME PROJECT)

•HATES SMOKING

•Like he's okay with other people smoking, but he can't smoke

🍩Aoi Asahina🍩

•LESBIAN

•OR PAN

•BUT MY GIRL IS A GIRL KISSER

•She plays mermaids in the pool

•her tail is red, no one else is aloud to have a red tail when playing mermaids

•Piss her off and she gets really petty

•Once got mad at Makoto and got Nagito to bother him ALL day

💖Junko Enoshima💖

•She's there

•HSNHSSJ I HAVE LIKE, NOTHING FOR HER??

•Her and Chihiro are actually really good friends

•She stims, HARD.

•Like, will grab Mukuro and SHAKE HER

•Forces people to wear a fashion like she likes

•She also does drag makeup with everyone (no one is safe)

💣Mukuro Ikusaba💣

•My girl is Aromantic bisexual

•She gets real shaky (unless she's holding a weapon)

•OCD

•She is slightly non-verbil, like she'll talk, but she'd rather not

•Is basically Junko's mannequin (She has many scars from Junko stabbing her with a needle)

📖Toko Fukawa📖

•She is most definitely Omnisexual

•Insults Yasuhiro the most tbh

•Just normal sibling things

•SHE HAS REALLY BAD CLOTHING SCENERY

•She doesn't shower for days because she doesn't want to remove her clothes (comfort clothes!!)

•I also have lots of headcanons with her alters

•Yes alters. Plural.

•Toko is the Body and the Host

•Jack/Jill are the Co-host, they are also genderfluid (hint the two different names)

•Syo is a protector. Although she doesn't kill people because I hate it so much‼️

•I love her so much

🎙️Sayaka Maizono🎙️

•AROACE.

•MY GIRL DOESN'T WANT ALL THAT‼️

•She also has slight anger issues

•She loves her parents so much

•Even if her dad can't make it to her shows he tries his best

•She actually likes teaching Leon about music

•She likes a lot of goth music too

•No one will know about that, she will make sure of that

•SHE LIKE, WILL PRACTICE HER WRITING SO HER SIGNATURE IS PERFECT FOR WHENEVER SHE MEETS A FAN

🪷Sakura Ogami🪷

•Bisexual.

•MY GIRL‼️‼️♥️

•She's actually so sweet to everyone

•Her and Mondo actually hangout lots

•Her and Aoi paint each others nails and they even have a bunch of stamps for the nails

•She's a leader of the Martial arts club (for obvious reasons)

•She likes everyone in her class :((

•Even if they don't like her

•She lives by the "Treat people like you want to be treated" rule

•So unless someone is just THAT bad she will not hate them

📱Hifumi Yamada📱

•Pansexual

•Only likes 2D characters still, but he doesn't care about the gender of the characters

•HE ISN'T REALLY CREEPY, I PROMISE

•Has dyslexia

•He always asks Chihiro to double check his spelling

•He also has autism (I'm projecting)

•Hifumi and Tsumugi are actually really good friends

•They would talk on and on about whatever show or book they find interesting

•Tsumugi also got him some cosplays

•He's actually a really good cosplayer

💻Chihiro Fujisaki💻

•Agender

•Is like on top of their grades

•Like all A's besides like, one C

•Chihiro and Gonta are definitely friends

•CHIHIRO WOULD MAKE THOSE CODING APPS FOR PEOPLE WHO WANT TO START CODING

•YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN?????

•Honestly, has a gaming channel

•They RAGE HARD

♦️Celestia Ludenberg♦️

•Internalized homophobia :((

•Is Trans Fem, I love her so much

•Has soft spots for some of her classmates

•Like, Celeste LOVES Sonia (she's a princess, kinda looks up to her in lots of ways)

•Has a Love-Hate relationship with Byakuya

•Like, she likes the way he holds himself, how he looks, besides that she hates him

•(Going with the Taka is a trans man headcanon) Taka would help her with styling her (fake) twin drills

•TAKA WOULD EVEN LET HER TAKE SOME OF HER OLD CLOTHES IF CELESTE WOULD WANT THEM :(((

#danganronpa #danganronpa thh #ishimaru kiyotaka #owada mondo #leon kuwata #makoto naegi #byakuya togami #kyoko kirigiri #toko fukawa #yasuhiro hagakure #aoi asahina #junko enoshima #mukuro ikusaba #celestia ludenberg #sayaka maizono #sakura ogami #hifumi yamada #chihiro fujisaki #danganronpa headcanons #headcanon

[foolishpensandidioticink]

Harry Potter Characters + Love Languages II

Part I

Neville Longbottom

Expressing

Acts of Service

Neville is always willing to put himself out for others, as we see when he helps Harry out during the third task.

Neville's grandmother was never one for physical affection or particularly kind words either, so I think that the language Neville has had the most experience with is acts of service.

For Neville, love is making sure you're always fed and never, ever cold.

Best believe this guy gives you all his sweaters. Those lovely cable knit ones too.

Very shy when it comes to giving compliments, but he's always thinking adoring thoughts.

"Neville," you gasp. "You didn't." You look up from the box in your lap in utter amazement. "Your favorite sweater? The one your Nan knit by hand?" He ducks his dark head, avoiding your eyes. "Well," he says. "Well. I know- I know you really like it. And I've got loads. Of sweaters, that is. I've got loads. So I want you to have it. Happy Birthday." You're silent. Neville's cheeks are reddening rapidly. "There's a scarf. I- I've been practicing my crocheting." When you don't reply, he rambles on, "I know it isn't much, but I thought you'd like it, so I-" "Neville Longbottom, you are the greatest partner on earth," you announce solemnly, and then launch yourself at him. "Oh," he murmurs into the kiss. "Oh, alright."

Receiving

Words of Affirmation

Neville struggles a lot with self esteem, and like I said, his Nan doesn't seem as if she was very verbally affectionate.

A partner who is constantly telling him how valuable he is would be amazing for him.

He wouldn't believe you at first. He finds it really hard to accept the fact that anyone could think highly of him, hell, he can hardly believe you're dating him in the first place.

After you've been together a while, he knows that you mean every word you say and it flusters him even more.

He also gets very bashful during physical contact. I'm talking stuttering, physically CANNOT look you in the eye, hands trembling, ears RED

It takes him quite a while to be comfortable with touch, but if you're patient with him, he'll come to really enjoy it.

Once he does, he loves holding your hand. It just makes him feel so safe. Even linking your pinkies is enough.

"You're so cute," you murmur idly. You're sitting on a couch in the common room together, holding hands as Neville reads. He chokes on air. "What?" His fern-colored eyes are stretched wide, his mouth is slightly ajar, and the tips of his ears are beginning to go pink. He looks slightly scandalized. "I said," you repeat, with a grin on your face, "You're adorable." His eyes dart from side to side, as though he thinks you might be talking to someone else. "I-well. Me?" he asks weakly. You laugh outright. "You. You and no one else, Neville."

Cedric Diggory

Expressing

Physical Touch

His father is very affectionate with him, so it just comes naturally.

He's very respectful about it though. He'll grab you in a tight hug and then pull back to ask if it's alright with you.

Cedric uses kisses as currency. By this I mean that if you upset him slightly, he'll insist on a cheek kiss to make up for it. You ditched a class without him? Kiss on the cheek. You stole his food? He doesn't mind, as long as you kiss his cheek.

Schedules study sessions for the two of you. He brings lots of snacks and water to keep you hydrated. He's a very patient tutor and rewards you with a kiss when you focus.

Cedric loves it when you lay on him.

"Merlin's beard, Cedric," you exclaim. "I thought you were half decent at quidditch." Cedric is stretched out on a cot in the hospital wing, with a cast on his left arm. Lying so still, he looks dead, vampiric. For a few seconds your heart stops, and then he winces playfully up at you, and the illusion is broken. "Ouch. Words hurt, you know." "Bet they don't hurt as much as flying directly into a bludger," you retort. "Nothing does, I suppose," Cedric grimaces. Then he looks up with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Are you going to kiss it better?" You stare. "Cedric Diggory, you have broken your arm. You have a broken arm and you want me to kiss it better?" He nods, honey-colored hair falling over his brow. "Pretty please?"

Receiving

Quality Time

Cedric is very busy most of the time, what with prefect duties. quidditch, and trying to keep up with his grades. If you make an effort to spend time with him against his oppressive schedule, he will be head over heels for you.

Please, please, please go on walks together. Cedric knows a ridiculous amount about any animal you could come across, and with him, every walk is a nature walk. He's the kind of guy to follow an ant to make sure it gets safely back to its hill.

If you go to his games, you'd better believe he's going to do his very best to give you a win. The fact that you're supporting him is almost euphoric, and he can't help but apply the adrenaline to chasing the snitch.

"Diggory dives for the snitch, he misses, he HANGS OFF HIS BLOODY BROOM, HE'S GOT IT, THE MAD LAD'S GOT THE SNITCH, AND HUFFLEPUFF WINS!" Lee Jordan screams into the microphone. "RAVENCLAW, HOW DOES IT FEEL TO LOSE TO A TWINK?" Cedric's jubilant expression drops visibly, and you burst into laughter. You move down the stands towards him. "Good game, twink," you greet him, throwing your arms around his neck. "Oh, not you too," he sighs, looking down at you with mock sadness in his golden brown eyes. "And here I was about to thank you for the victory." "Thank me? Whatever for? That was all you, Ced," you protest. Cedric pulls back to look you solemnly in the eye. "Thanks for showing up. You made me want to win, for you. That energy? That win? It was for you."

#harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #cedric diggory #cedric diggory x you #cedric x reader #neville longbottom #neville x you #neville longbotttom x reader #idiotic ink #fanfic

[briizney]

Stranger - Choi San

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Bathroom- Montell Fish

—a/n: The Will To Power tour being announced on my 19th birthday set off something in me to start writing (again...). This fic has honestly been a wip for 4-3 months so I've finally found it in me to finish a few chapters and post. Enjoy!! (This first chapter is just a bit of an intro to all the characters and the plot) btw this has barely been proofread and i rushed the Yunho part (IM SORRY)

—Pairing: Choi San x Fem. reader x Ex bf.Jeong Yunho

—Series Warnings : (18+ - minors dni) fluff, angst, smut, cussing/mature language.

—Genres: college au, strangers to lovers, friends to lovers.

—Chapter warnings: cussing/mature language, BAD writing, mentions of sex/ implied jokes, Drinking, ANGST, arguments, Eunseok (riize), Jungwon (enhypen) and Lia (Itzy) are all readers friends, lia is readers roomate, mentions of other ateez members. (I HAVENT DONE THIS IN AGES BARE WITH ME)

—Word Count: 1.1K (ish)

"Are you going to the party on Saturday?" Lia asks, plopping down on your bed, pulling out her phone in the process. party? in finals week?  

"I thought you said you didn't go to parties anymore because of Wooyoung and its finals week... I'm not failing this semester" you protested. 

"Firstly," she began whilst walking towards her wardrobe "I do like going to parties... I just don't like Wooyoungs friends constantly going on, saying, "I bet you've had a taste of Wooyoungs weiner" especially that San guy, mother fucker." she cursed. " And if you're that stressed about finals, I'll help you study when I recover from the amazing hangover, I'm about to bring on myself... is it a deal?"  

"Deal" you said, also making your way to the wardrobe to pick something to wear. 

"Is this too much? I mean I know it's just a house party but like... a dress? it's a nice dress Li but I don't think it matches the uh... vibe"  

This was just an excuse... you didn't want to go to this party, for all you cared you would much rather be at home binge watching the latest shows you've been watching or rewatching your favorite films. 

"You're lying to yourself Y/n, we've been to a fuck tone of parties this year, and you've worn something like this every time." She grumbled. 

"It's different this time." 

"How? because Yunho isn't eating you out at the end of the night?"  

"Lia! Don't be stupid, I'm just tired and in need of some..." 

"Dick," she cut you off " you need a one-night stand, you're too set on Yunho" 

"Maybe that's a good thing."  

Desperate times call for desperate measures. And if being in love with your ex is still desperate, you're willing to go that far. 

"Or maybe we can try and get you out your shell? There are other guys out there who'll let you finish on their face"  

"What if I only want to finish on his face" you stated. 

"Then you have some weird shit going on in your head y/n, you two broke up 2 months ago, probably more than that," she said while giving you a look that could kill you if you said anything else " and besides... maybe wooyoung has a hot single friend you could mess about with. Please just listen to me for once and have some fun?" 

So now you're at a college frat party watching people pour alcohol on themselves for fun. Great. And even better the person who always lightens your mood... Wooyoung. Approaching you and your best friend at full speed. Fucking hell. If your evening could get any worse just let it happen now. 

"Heya ladies" he said whilst wrapping an arm around Lia's waist. What even are they at this point? Fuck buddies? For all you know, whenever he shows up, Lia ends up disappearing and that's your queue to go and sit in the toilet for the rest of the night.  

"Hi, woo," she replied leaning into his chest. Great. "wanna go grab a drink?" Fuck you.  

"Yeah sure," fuck the both of you. "You coming y/n?"  

"I'm good I might go and talk to Jungwon I think he's over there," you smiled and kissed your teeth.  

So, saying this night has gone bad is an overstatement. Besides, you still needed to do the wordle of today. My god. Is this what lifes become? 

"Okay so if it's not an a ther-" you muttered to yourself before someone knocked on the door. 

"You okay in there?" Yunho? "I was just gonna check on you, y/n, make sure you werent blowing up the toilet or something."  

Opening the door, you looked up at him. And now on top of your ex being a few centimeters away from your face, your heart was also racing faster than it has in a long time. By the flush on his cheeks, you could tell he was drunk. This probably explains why he was now walking towards you leaving you with the only option of stumbling back into the bathroom.  

“Are you drunk?” you asked as he placed his hands on your waist. “Actually, I don't want to know,” removing his hands you sat down on the toilet.  

“y/n don't be like this”  

“Be like what!?” You're now standing, “Did our relationship mean nothing to you? Did I mean nothing to you? I’m not like Lia, okay? I don’t fuck about with people because I don’t mind not having commitment and closure. It’s your fault this Wack relationship ended. Then you just forget about me for a few months and act like you give a shit when you wanna get laid” You borderline screamed. Rule number one: never be afraid to raise your voice at a man with an over inflated ego, especially not an ex-boyfriend. 

“Did you really think I was gonna fall back into your arms Yunho? You broke my fucking heart!” 

“y/n I jus-”  

“Get out, don't speak to me till you'll be sober enough to remember this conversation in the morning.”

So it was dramatic and you’re stupid. Yunho finally gave you a chance and you fucked up. Actually no. He fucked up. Relationships are a waste of time. 

More knocking.  

“Fuck off Yunho.”  

This time instead of your wide-eyed ex storming in, a tall guy in a white tank top peeps his head round the door.  

“Oh, I'm sorry,” you said wiping tears from your face.  

You’d be stupid to say this guy wasn’t slightly your type. He looks like a Frank Ocean song to put it nicely.  

“I didn’t mean to interrupt, sorry, but could I use the bathroom?”  

“Oh, sure go ahead.” you replied stepping out of the toilet. 

After this guy had finished... his business he came out and smiled at you.  

“Not one for parties then?”  

“How could you guess.” Maybe it was your low standards or the fact you’ve spent the last 2 hours crying and playing candy crush, but you haven't smiled this hard all week. 

“There’s just a vibe about you, it’s the “I don't wanna be here my friend dragged me along don't speak to me” look” 

“Your right about the “my friend dragged me along part,” maybe add on “she left me to go hook up with some guy” and you’d be spot on” You hinted.  

“Well, we’d be in the same boat then. “My friend left me to hook up with a girl he won’t commit to” sound familiar?”  

“Very.” You smiled 

“San, my names San... By the way.” 

“As in Wooyoungs friend?” 

“Ever met another San?”  

“Not that I can remember.” you answered.  

“Your name?”  

“Y/n, Lia’s friend.” You implied. 

“Woah as in... wooyoungs like... whatever they are.” 

So, this is San? All of Lia's comments about him being a mother fucker weren't as true as you thought. He seemed like a gentleman. He hadn’t tried to make a move on you, or any other stupid shit like most guys at these shitty things. 

He seemed nice enough to at least hang about with till Lia got so drunk she would black out.  

This evening could go better than you thought.

#ateez #ateez x reader #drabbles #ateez fic #ateez san #ateez yunho #atz #wooyoung

[collabpartners]

Hazbin Hotel: The Contract of Blood Ep. 19

*Hey guys! I'm back with another episode! The epilogue will be published after this and then the story is done! This is published on April 27, 2024. If you guys like this chapter/episode, don't be afraid to heart it, reblog, and comment! Warning: blood, gore, and vulgar language. Enjoy!*

Episode Nineteen: The Last Stand

The music starts up while Morrigan overlooks the castle, now messing with her new staff that has the angel’s pure light inside of it. She feels a light shining on her back, as if it’s burning her.

“Morrigan.”

She turns to find the many eyes belonging to I Am staring at her with glares.

“You don’t come down here often, do you?” Morrigan responds.

“It appears that Lucifer’s creation has turned against him,” I Am snarls, his fists clench. “But I’m afraid that you’ve gone too far.”

“You’re willing to save Hell?”

“No, I’m willing to put an end to your darkness. You’ve tortured the wayward souls enough on Earth. You’ve kidnapped my angels and sucked their powers. You’ve taken over the seven rings of Hell. Normally, I leave that to Hell to figure that out. But now that you’ve reached the Earth and Heaven, darkening the light that was created, you bet I will be fighting you and free the souls you trapped here. I’ve done it once. I can do it again.”

Morrigan sticks her hand out in an attempt to control I Am’s blood. However, I Am isn’t phased by her control. He yawns and flicks his wrist as if he’s looking at his imaginary watch.

I Am blinks his many eyes, giving her a deadpan stare. “Great. Now that we’ve wasted time with your first attack, it’s my turn.” With that said, I Am charges towards Morrigan against the window until she punches one of his eyes. He nearly stumbles back, but Morrigan pushes him against the wall, attempting to stab him with the end of her staff.

With a growl, I Am thrusts her against the wall next to him, giving him a chance to get on top of her.

“This needs to stop now,” I Am snarls

“All heroes say that before they fall.”

“I’m not like any hero.” I Am throws her down on the floor, letting her bounce across the room.

I Am watches her stand up, giving her time to readjust.

“Another round?” I Am says with a glare.

Morrigan starts to chuckle darkly before shooting the ball of darkness at I Am.

Out of a quick reaction, I Am grabs the ball of darkness, transforming the ball of darkness to a ball of light. He shoots the ball of light back to her, but she teleports out of the way of the light.

I Am tackles her out of the room, flying in the air to throw her against the ceiling and then drag her across the wall downstairs. She shoots another ball of darkness, managing to get his stomach. He stumbles, letting her go to tumble down the stairs.

He stands on the stairs and she stands below him.

“You selfish arrogant being,” Morrigan snarls. “You want the worship and prayers to be all centered on you. That makes you a narc.”

“A narc?” I Am questions. “I’ve given my life. I will be happy to do it again. I am no ‘narc’. You, my dear, are full of darkness. The darkness Lucifer has created before he’s cast down to Hell. You and your husband. You two were the alternate versions of Adam and Eve. You’re the one who wanted all the prayers and worship to come to you. Your selfish desires have driven you further into the dark. If you come back to the light, this will all stop--”

“We don’t need you!” Morrigan says before shooting another ball of darkness.

I Am dodges out of the way of the darkness, though he stumbles against the wall. He looks at his stomach to find a dark hole forming in his stomach. The music builds up stronger as Morrigan starts to sing angrily.

“I know now that I’ve gone too far.

But what we have done, you deserved it!”

“Morrigan!” I Am calls.

“Silence!” Morrigan says, glaring at I Am while singing.

“We’re the bad guys in your story, that’s fine.

It’s no fault of ours.

We can now take your throne.”

I Am growls, covering his side. “I won't let you!”

Morrigan glares at I Am while stepping up the steps to face him with each lyric she sings.

“The Vees are dead and I don’t have time to fight you.

I won’t bow down to you, no, I don’t dare myself to.”

Morrigan passes by I Am, rising above him higher in the steps as she continues to sing.

“Your throne is mine.”

She turns to look down at him while singing passionately.

“And I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready.

Ready to take the final stand.”

Morrigan heads back to the laboratory upstairs, leaving I Am standing behind her.

Before I Am can chase after her, he hears the cries from the angels.

“Please! Let us out! Please!”

I Am softens his gaze at the direction where he hears the screams. He looks at the dark circle on his stomach and pinches his side to get it out.

Meanwhile, during the music pause, everyone at the Hazbin Hotel is getting their battle gear on.

Charlie has her shield and pitchfork while Vaggie has her hair in a ponytail and a spear.

Bella dresses up in her white with pink accent around the sleeves, collar, and boots.

Stolas has his royal blue cape, boots, and shirt with gold shoulder pads and gold tuff around the chest.

Octavia has her purple hood on with a crop top and long skirt.

Carmilla starts to sing in her black dress and purple cape.

“We have to stand up or else we’ll fall down!

And the path should be obvious to see!”

Fizz is in his jester costume and Emily is in a long dress, nodding in agreement with Carmilla.

Cherri is in her red and white striped suit jacket with one sleeve torn off while the other one is still attached, her tie around her neck.

Charlie cuts in to sing while everyone else in getting into costume.

“I swear that I will do whatever it takes to protect you guys.

So take up your weapons and follow me!”

She turns to find Angel putting on his small purple fedora on, standing next to Nifty still in her maid costume.

“Are we ready?”

Vaggie sings with a smile.

“I’m ready!”

Angel croons, raising his rifles up.

“I’m ready!”

The rest of the group shouts in unison.

“We’re ready!”

Charlie turns to face the darkness outside of the hotel while the group gets out their lanterns. She sings to herself.

“Ready for the final stand.”

The music softens as Blitz is driving through the dark desert with his headlights on with Alastor and Husk in the car.

Alastor starts to sing while looking at Blitz.

“Are you sure that this is a good idea?”

“How the fuck should I know?” Blitz responds without singing.

“Why aren’t you singing in response?” Alastor probes.

“I’m no singer. Goddamn, what do you people want from me?!” Blitz shouts.

Husk sings in baritone.

“Maybe we will see.”

Morrigan overlooks the darkness with her husband besides her as she sings.

“The era of the end and the reformation is now starting.”

The cast sing as they march into the city.

“Now it’s time to march into battle.

Victory is not guaranteed to us.”

Vaggie sings with the cast.

“But it’s worth a try.”

Charlie holds Vaggie’s hand and sings.

“We’ll save our friends and our families!”

The cast sings more passionately.

“Now we stand before the dark, awaiting the monsters.”

Husk sings from the backseat of Blitz’s van.

“And I’m ready.”

Angel sings as he marches with his friends into the city.

“I’m ready.”

Charlie sings as she leads her people into the city.

“I’m ready.”

Morrigan sings her final line.

“Ready for the final stand.”

The music drops before something shakes at the castle.

“What the hell?” Orais utters.

The couple hurry through the castle and exit out of it to find an airship hovering in front of the castle.

Sir Pentious sits at the controls while Cherri and Fizz handles the weapons. Emily looks at the front windows to see Morrigan and Orais.

“We got their attention,” Emily announces to the group.

Sir Pentious nods in understanding and pulls out his microphone talk through it. “Come and face me, you motherfuckerssss!”

“Yeah! What he said!” Fizz shouts.

“Thanks, Fizz,” Sir Pentious responds while glaring at the couple.

Orais forms fireballs and throws them at the airship.

Sir Pentious pulls his ship back to dodge them.

“Shit, we got their attention now,” Cherri responds.

“Now what?” Emily questions.

“What do you mean now what?! Vaggie just explained her plan to us!” Fizz replies.

“Hold on,” Sir Pentious calls for his group as he turns the ship around.

Fizz, Emily, and Cherri hang on while Sir Pentious turns the ship around and flies it into the dark.

Morrigan and Orais glare at the airship flying away from them.

“Let’s finish them off, darling,” Orais suggests.

“Agreed,” Morrigan growls.

Orais whistles, summoning their minions as they chase after the airship.

Unbeknownst to them, Blitz’s van is hiding in the shadows near the castle.

~.~

Blitz, Husk, and Alastor peek behind the van.

“We’re good to go,” Blitz whispers to them as they start to sneak through the darkness to reach the side of the castle near the lake of fire.

“Wow. You almost fell in that?” Blitz asks Husk.

“Almost,” Husk says while shivering.

Alastor rubs his chin. “You know, we can use these powers of the seven rulers against them. We don’t have to give it back to them--”

“Alastor,” Husk scolds. “We’re not keeping these powers for ourselves. We have to give them back.”

“Yeah, it’s weird enough that I can see dollar signs everywhere,” Blitz groans while taking out his ice axe and digs it into the cobblestone wall.

“Are you sure you don’t need me to fly you?” Husk says, flapping his wings.

“Yeah, I’m sure. I wouldn’t want your back to give out in the middle of the flight,” Blitz says abrasively.

“I’m not that old,” Husk responds.

“You’re old enough to have a heart attack,” Blitz responds.

Alastor rolls his eyes and turns into a shadow, climbing across the walls.

Husk flies beside Blitz in case he falls. “Excuse me, I didn’t know you looked through death certificates.”

“I was actually just guessing at this point,” Blitz responds before slipping and falling off of the ice axes. Husk catches Blitz while the axes fall into the lake of fire.

Blitz screams in terror as if he’s being burned alive, despite Husk holding him. Then he starts to gurgle and goes limp in Husk’s arms. He opens his eyes and looks at his flying friend.

“Oh shit, I wasn’t being burned alive. Phew, good.” Blitz glances back up at Husk, blushing a bit. “Huh, no wonder Angel wants to fuck you so badly.”

“Are you serious?” Husk groans.

“Or maybe he wants you to fuck him senseless badly. Which of you guys tops?”

Husk gives Blitz a deadpan stare, pretends to drop the imp into the lake of fire.

“Okay, okay, I won’t ask anymore about you and Angel’s sexual relationship!” Blitz pleads, holding onto Husk.

Husk throws Blitz on his back. “Then hang on.”

Husk flies off to find the seven rulers.

However, Alastor finds their cells first and slips through the bar windows easily, destroying the camera by his presence.

Husk flies towards the bar window while Blitz cuts the bars down, letting them both crawl through easily.

Blitz hops off of Husk’s back. Husk pops his back.

“Damn, you’re heavy,” Husk says while hearing the cricks.

Blitz gives Husk a deadpan stare. “Oh, fuck off, grandpa.”

“Who are you calling grandpa?” Husk growls.

“What? You need a fucking hearing aid too?” Blitz probes.

Alastor sighs deeply. “Gentlemen, gentlemen, we’ll draw attention to ourselves if we keep squabbling. We might as well just use our powers that we were given to destroy this castle.”

“Again, we’re not doing that,” Husk says to Alastor. “We need to stick to the plan. C’mon.”

Blitz and Alastor exchange gazes.

“What are you looking at? Creepy ass,” Blitz mutters and walks away from Alastor.

Alastor rolls his eyes, following Blitz and Husk.

~.~

Bella and Nora hurries to light up the lanterns on the rooftops while Millie and Moxxie takes care of the lanterns on the other side of where the others are fighting at.

“This should be the last of them,” Bella says before turning to see Nora slouching and sitting at the edge of the rooftop.

Bella frowns at the sight of her girlfriend sulking and sits on the rooftop with her. “What’s--?” Bella looks to find Nora staring down at the restaurant Eleanor and Sebastian used to serve once.

“Oh,” Bella utters. “Is that the restaurant your parents owned?”

Nora nods solemnly.

Bella places a hand on Nora’s shoulder, getting her to look up into her eyes. “They’ll pay for what they did to your parents.”

Nora softly smiles at Bella. “I hope so.”

Nora and Bella look to the side to find the airship passing by the hotel. The girls stand up to find fireballs being thrown at the airship. They exchange worried gazes for a moment before looking back ahead.

Meanwhile, Sir Pentious does his best to steer the ship, seeing the lanterns in the city. He attempts to push forward while Emily, Fizz, and Cherri hold on for dear life.

“They’re catching up!” Emily shouts in panic.

Cherri lights up one of her bombs and throws it at Fizz. “Here, toss this.”

Fizz catches the bomb and starts to bounce it in his grip. “Shit, shit, shit.” He throws it out of the window of the airship. The bomb blows up in front of Morrigan and Orais.

Emily looks at Cherri. “We’re going to need more.”

Cherri lights more bombs up and puts them in the cardboard box. She gives the cardboard to Fizz, who dumps it immediately out of the window. The bombs blow up more in front of Morrigan and Orais, slowing them down.

“I think that should do it,” Fizz says, his voice shaky.

“C’mon, mate, you have never used a bomb before?” Cherri asks Fizz, playing with her unlit bomb.

“Uh...well, n-never really. I mean, I’ve got blown up before--I’m not sure that counts.”

Sir Pentious glances at Fizz. “You got blown up before? By what?”

“Uh...explosives...by pure accident...that’s how I lost my limbs.”

Everyone in the ship stares in horror.

Fizz rubs his arms nervously. “Shit. Uh, nevermind. I, uh, don’t talk about it often. I know I might look horrifying and--”

Emily notices Fizz tearing up and approaches beside him to comfort him. “Aww, no, we don’t think that at all. Right, guys?”

Sir Pentious and Cherri exchange gazes and then back at Fizz and Emily.

“I mean, what you’ve been through sounds kind of horrifying and painful,” Cherri replies, trying to place her words carefully.

Sir Pentious clenches his teeth. “Yeah, that must have hurt. Hey, that’ssss how I died on Earth. Got blown up to smitherenssss...except they don’t have robotic limbssss back in my day.”

“Pfft, you’re old,” Cherri teases her boyfriend.

“I’m not that old,” Pentious scoffs.

“Yes or no, guys,” Emily replies.

Sir Pentious clenches his jaw again. “Well--”

The fireball hits the ship, interrupting them.

“Shit!” Sir Pentious curses. He steers the ship towards the city, leaning back against his seat. “Hang on!”

The fireballs keep hitting the ship.

Fizz looks down to find Orais throwing the fireballs with more fury. The jester imp shifts his attention to Sir Pentious. “Go faster!”

“I’m trying!” Sir Pentious barks back.

“Shit, we’re going to die,” Emily starts to panic.

Sir Pentious notices Fizz’s panic and turns to look at the three chairs behind him. He looks at his group. “Sit in those chairs!”

Fizz and Emily hurry to the chairs without hesitation, but Cherri seems skeptical.

“Pentious--”

“Please,” Sir Pentious begs his lover.

With some hesitation, Cherri walks over to her seat and sits down.

“Hang on,” Sir Pentious responds while the ship is having trouble staying in the air.

Orais aims his fireball at one of the propellers keeping the airship up in the air, turning the fire green. Then he fires it at the ship. It destroys the propeller. The ship points downwards while everything is catching on fire that turns green.

Fizz starts to scream in fear. “Oh, shit! Oh, fuck!”

It’s sudden that Fizz, Emily, and Cherri are strapped down on their seats.

“Pentious?” Cherri utters, looking up at her boyfriend.

Pentious softly looks at her with a small smile. Then a frown is present on his face.

“I’m sorry, Cherri,” Sir Pentious utters.

Cherri shakes her head with a glare at her boyfriend. “No, you better not do this self-sacrificing shit again--”

Sir Pentious presses the eject button for all three chairs with a warm smile at Cherri.

The chairs fly up through the square openings.

“NO!!!” Cherri cries.

The chairs land on the rooftop of the skyscraper the city. The three of them slide to the edge, but they don’t tip over and fall.

Fizz manages to get himself out of the straps as fast as he can while untying both Cherri and Emily.

“We have to get back to him!” Cherri shouts after Fizz unties her. She hurries to the edge where the ship is passing through and jump onto the ship to rescue her boyfriend.

“Cherri, no!” Emily cries out for her.

Fizz runs after her and stretches his robotic limb, snatching Cherri in the arm before she can fail at reaching the airship caught on green fire. Then the jester pulls her back before she can be hit by a fireball Orais throws at her.

Fizz catches her in his arms, holding her so that she won’t jump off again.

“He’s still in there!” Cherri cries, pointing at the burning airship.

Fizz looks up to find the burning airship still driving towards the group. Then he looks down to see Morrigan and Orais still marching forward through the city with their minions behind them.

Orais looks up to notice Fizz staring at them. Forming another fireball, he aims it up at the rooftop and releases it.

Fizz backs him and Cherri up from the ledge, letting the fireball hit through middle of the building until it explodes right in front of them. The skyscraper leans over, falling to the side.

Emily spreads her wings and leaps off, holding her hands out for Fizz to grab. Fizz throws Cherri on his back and leaps off the building, his robotic limbs stretch to grab Emily’s hands.

Emily flies through the dark city with Fizz hanging onto her wrists and Cherri hanging onto his back.

“Hang on!” Emily calls for her friends while flying towards the dim lights from the lanterns.

~.~

Vaggie, Charlie, Lilith, Stolas, Loona, Octavia, Carmilla, Clara, Odette, and Angel stand at the frontlines while Moxxie, Millie, Nora, and Bella are up on the rooftops. The army of cannibals on the raptors are behind them, ready to fight.

Moxxie sees the burning airship coming towards the front lines. “Shit! Guys! He’s going to crash right into you!”

Stolas hears Moxxie’s shouting up from the rooftop and then turns to the burning airship coming towards them.

“Is this part of the plan?!” Stolas asks Vaggie loudly.

“Oh shit, everyone, get out of the way!” Vaggie alerts them.

Meanwhile, Sir Pentious tries to steer the ship, but to no avail.

“C’mon! C’mon!” Pentious growls until he notices a dark aura round his controls. Then he hurries to look out of the window to the burning airship to find Morrigan has her hands up to control the ship.

“Fuck!” Sir Pentious panics and looks at the front windows to find his friends right in front of him.

Back to the Charlie and her gang, Octavia notices that Morrigan is controlling the ship to have it crash into them.

Without hesitation, she hurries in front of the gang much to Stolas’ pleadings.

“Via, no!” Stolas shouts for his daughter.

Octavia puts her hands out, glowing purple around her hands. Her eyes turn purple along with the ship she’s holding her hands out for.

Sir Pentious notices the purple glow aura fighting the dark aura. He slithers to the controls and watches the purple aura pushing back against the darkness taking over his controls. Without hesitation, Sir Pentious turns the ship away from the group, crashing it onto the tall tower where Nora and Bella are at.

Nora picks Bella up and flies off to not get involve in the collision.

The building collapses on top of the burning airship, creating green fire.

“Holy shit,” Vaggie utters.

Octavia faints from using too much powers, letting her father catch her.

“My owlette, are you alright?” Stolas asks.

Octavia groans in pain and looks up at her father. “D-Dad. Did I save someone?”

Stolas smiles softly. “You saved everyone, darling.”

The explosion erupts from the side, proving Stolas’ statement to be false. The group looks over to find the airship destroy and lit up ablaze.

Nora and Bella lands next to Charlie, who’s tearing up.

Lilith comforts her daughter before turning her head to find Morrigan and Orais marching towards them.

“We’ll acknowledge his sacrifice later, darling. We got enemies to fight,” Lilith says before glaring at Morrigan and Orais.

Meanwhile, Cherri sees the explosion from afar while holding onto Fizz’s back. Emily manages to land the three of them next to the group.

Cherri hops off of Fizz’s back and runs off to the flames. “PENTIOUS!!!”

Before she can reach the burning collision and into the green fire, Fizz snatches her arms and yanks her back away from the flames.

“Don’t!” Fizz shouts.

“He’s still in there!” Cherri screams, tearing up. “We have to get him!”

Emily starts to sob for Pentious, covering her face.

Fizz turns Cherri to face him. “Don’t you get it?! If you go in there, you’ll be stuck in there and die too! You’ll lose everything!”

“I’ve already lost everything--!”

“I meant losing your fucking limbs, Cherri! Your hair! Your body! Everything! That kind of fire destroys everything it touches! It probably got to Sir Pentious by now!”

Cherri starts to tear up, trembling in his tight hold.

“I’m sorry,” Fizz says before letting her go.

Cherri wipes her tears away. “Damn it, Pentious.”

~.~

Husk, Blitz, and Alastor reaches to the cells where the seven rulers are at. Ozzie turns his head slightly, noticing them.

“N-No, get out of here,” Ozzie croaks, trying to move. “They’ll see you--”

“We got them distracted, big guy. Don’t worry,” Blitz reassures the king of Lust.

“We’re going to give these powers back to you,” Husk determines.

“Great! Wait, how did you obtain these powers back?” Mammon asks suspiciously.

“We’ll leave the details to your imagination,” Alastor answers with a wicked grin at the king of Greed, causing him to shiver.

Husk approaches Ozzie first with the blue powers of lust in his hand. “I believe this belongs to you.” Husk places his hand against Ozzie’s chest, transferring the powers back to him.

Ozzie gasps, feeling his powers coming back to him to where he looks young again.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Ozzie says, burning his chains through.

Husk hurries to Belphegor, placing his hand on her chest to give her powers back to her. The purple glow awakens Belphegor, phasing through the straps she’s tied down.

Husk smiles to see them coming back in full form.

Blitz hurries to Bee, who appears to be fatter with her stomach sticking out of the straps. “Hey, Bee, I’m sorry about Vortex. But once you get your powers back, you get to fuck up the fuckers who did this to you and your boyfriend.” With that said, Blitz presses his hand against her chest. In an instant, Bee loses her stomach fat, her waist turns back to the lava lamp shape. Since her straps are stretched due to her weight gain, she’s able to fly out of her straps.

“Ah, yes! Back into shape!” Bee cheers.

Mammon notices the green aura around Blitz. “Hey, mind giving me my powers back, mate?”

“Oh, back the fuck up, big guy. You’re not getting this yet,” Blitz says while walking to Zelus.

“Are you fucking joking?” Mammon growls.

“Nope,” Blitz answers before placing his hand against Zelus’ chest. Zelus’ powers are back as he shape-shifts into a mouse and gets out of his straps easily. Zelus turns back to his normal self.

“I’ve always want to be a mouse,” Zelus says with a bright smile.

Blitz shifts his attention to Mammon and goes up to him. “That’s what you get for bullying Fizz.”

“Fuck you,” Mammon growls.

“If I see you trying to bully Fizz or hurt him one more time, I’ll fucking end you. And take your powers,” Blitz says with a crooked grin.

Mammon groans. “Fine, just give them back.”

“Not until you take back everything you said about Fizz.”

“Are you fucking serious?!”

“Yep.”

Mammon groans and looks at Ozzie, who’s smirking at him.

Then Mammon relents with a sigh. “Fine, Fizz is not a cyborg slut, a failure, a vermin, and a product to sell to random customers.”

“And?” Ozzie probes.

Mammon glares at Ozzie. And then sighs. “And he’s his own person.”

Blitz crosses his arms. “You have to mean those words.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

“Can’t give you your powers back unless you actually mean them,” Blitz responds with a cocky grin.

Mammon sighs and then straightens himself up. “Fizz is not a cyborg slut, a failure, a vermin, and a product to sell to random customers...and he’s his own person.”

“What was that? I can’t hear you,” Blitz taunts Mammon.

“I said, Fizz is not a fucking cyborg slut, a fucking failure, a fucking vermin, and a fucking product to sell to random customers! He’s his own fucking person!”

“There it is!” Blitz smiles at Mammon’s sudden anger and enthusiasm. “Now you can have your powers back.” He places his hand on Mammon’s chest, giving his powers back.

“Fucking asshole,” Mammon mutters as he uses his strength to break out of his straps.

Husk glances to see Mal and Lucifer without their powers. “Okay, Al. You got to--”

Husk notices Alastor disappearing from the group.

“Where the fuck did he go?” Blitz questions.

“I saw him disappear in his shadow,” Bee says.

“Shit!” Husk growls before storming off.

“Should we chase after them?” Zelus asks.

“How the fuck should I know?” Mammon barks.

“He thinks he can defeat Morrigan and Orais by using pride and wrath powers,” Blitz utters in realization.

“That prick!” Ozzie growls. He cuts the straps off of Lucifer and Mal and pick them up.

“There has to be another way to stop them,” Belphegor responds.

Zelus rubs his chin. “I’ve noticed that they are using the book in the laboratory where our powers were taken from.”

“We have to find out more! C’mon,” Ozzie determines, leading the rulers and Blitz out of the dungeons.

~.~

Husk hurries through the halls to look for Alastor. “Alastor! This isn’t funny!”

Husk looks around the grand entrance. He squints to see a shadow lurking towards the exit. With a glare, Husk takes out his dice and throws it. The flames erupt in ablaze, causing Alastor to jump back into his physical form. He turns to glare at Husk.

“What the fuck are you doing?! This isn’t part of the plan!” Husk growls.

“Oh, Husker, getting worried about little ole me?”

“Look, if you’re going to fight Morrigan and Orais with the powers of pride and wrath, you will die!”

“Since when do you care?” Alastor snarls back at Husk.

Husk grits his teeth. “You’re going to lose to them the same way you lost to Adam.”

Alastor narrows his focus on Husk, lights flickering around him. “What did you say?”

“You heard what I fucking said,” Husk says, getting his cards and dice ready to for an incoming combat.

Alastor growls and grows bigger. “You think you can just talk back to me because you got yourself out of the chains?!”

“I ain’t afraid of you anymore!” Husk growls.

“Big talk for someone who has been free for the past few hours,” Alastor snarls, using his shadows to attack Husk.

Husk dodges the attack and throws his dice at Alastor, making explosives. Alastor stumbles back and attempts to crush Husk, who flies out of the way of Alastor’s hands.

Having enough of Husk throwing his cards to cut his hands, Alastor swipes at Husk, causing him to fly against the wall. Husk crashes into the wall, leaving a crack behind him. When he recovers, he sees Alastor’s bigger fist thrown towards him. Husk closes his eyes to accept the punch until he realizes that he doesn’t feel it. He opens one eyelid open to see a hand stops Alastor’s fist. He looks up and finds Bee growing bigger, glaring at Alastor. She socks Alastor in the face. Alastor stumbles back from Husk.

Bee glances at Husk. “You okay, hun?”

Husk nods his head.

“Good,” Bee says before turning to Alastor and leaping at him.

Husk flutters down to the ground, watching Bee growing in size to fight Alastor. He flaps his wings and flies off, throwing explosive dice at the Radio Demon.

Bee throws a punch at Alastor while Blitz, Ozzie, Mammon, Belphegor, and Zelus watch the fight go down.

Mammon takes out a bowl of popcorn and munches on it.

Ozzie, while carrying Lucifer and Mal, turns to glare at Mammon. “Really?”

Zelus slaps the popcorn out of Mammon’s hands. “We need to find a way to defeat Morrigan and Orais so that we can be better than them!”

“Bitch!” Mammon quips back.

Blitz cocks his gun. “Well, time to go night night, Radio Demon!”

Ozzie stops Blitz and sets Lucifer and Mal aside. “Zelus, Mammon, Belphegor, find out what we can do to defeat Morrigan and Orais. Blitz, keep an eye on them.”

“Seriously?” Blitz questions.

“Yes. Especially Mammon,” Ozzie says while pointing to the ruler of the Greed ring.

“Are you fucking serious, mate?” Mammon growls.

“Yes!” Ozzie answers. “Now go!”

While Blitz goes with Zelus, Mammon, and Belphegor up to the laboratory, Ozzie grows larger and helps Bee and Husk fight Alastor.

~.~

Blitz opens the doors, letting Mammon, Zelus, and Belphegor into the laboratory.

“C’mon. C’mon!” Blitz urges the rulers.

“Sooo, what exactly are we looking for again?” Mammon questions until his head turns to find Zelus going through the books quickly.

“Anything that can defeat Morrigan and Orais once and for all,” Zelus answers.

Belphegor sweeps her gaze across the room without making an effort to look for anything until she notices the big black book at the other side of the room.

“Uh, what about that book?” Belphegor points to the black book.

Zelus turns his head and hurries over. “This is it! Hold on!” The ruler of the Envy ring turns the pages as quickly as he can until he discovers a page that talks about how to defeat the dark. “Huh, it just says how to defeat the dark. Not exactly Morrigan and Orais.”

Blitz looks over Zelus’ shoulder. “What does it say?”

“Let’s see,” Zelus says, clearing his throat. “It says here that in order to defeat the dark, we have to bring the light.”

Mammon squints. “Huh?! That makes no fucking sense! The dark is dimming the damn light! How is the light going to defeat the dark if it’s dimming the damn light?!”

Zelus skims through the page until he spots the words. “Ah, here we go! There has to be a light within someone to defeat the dark in someone.”

Belphegor blinks in confusion. “How in the hell are we going to find someone down here with the ‘light’ inside of them to defeat the dark in Morrigan and Orais?”

Mammon gasps. “Maybe the someone in question has a lightbulb inside of them!”

“Ugh, Mammon, you dumbass! That’s not how the light works!” Zelus shouts at Mammon. “It has to be within a sinner down here--not hellborns, rulers, imps, or demons since they’re originally human and originally created by the light.”

Belphegor rubs her chin. “I...guess that makes more sense.”

“Hey, that light angel thing with multiple eyes can help us though since he’s the light,” Mammon suggests.

“Yeah, like he’s going to help demons at all,” Zelus scoffs.

Blitz widens his eyes in shock. “Wait, wait, what light angel?”

“He’s got too many eyes to be creepy. But he just came by our cell and unlocks the doors for us. Then you guys came through and help us out,” Mammon explains.

Blitz backs away and looks out of the window to see that dark fogs thicken to where he can barely see the sky and the horizon.

“Shit, we don’t have much time left,” Blitz utters while running out of the laboratory.

“Blitz, mate, where are you going?!” Mammon calls the imp.

“I’ll be back!” Blitz says before going down the stairs and entering back to the dungeon to find the light at the end of the dark hallway.

~.~

Meanwhile, back at the city, the group takes down as many minions as they can.

Stolas manages to burn them all alive while Octavia helps by using her gravitational powers to slam her enemies down.

Bella and Angel fight side by side with Angel shooting at the minions with his tommy guns and Bella swinging her battle hammer to knock the minions’ heads off.

Cherri throws bombs at the minions, causing them to explode. Fizz stands by Emily while shooting his pistols at the approaching enemies. Emily’s eyes turns orange, the eye on her chest opening. She manages to summon angelic weapon and attacks the minions around her.

Moxxie shoots the minions around Carmilla and her daughters to protect them. However, out of the corner of his eyes, he notices a machine gun pointing at him. His wife, Millie, jumps in front of him and swings her axe fast enough to deflect the bullets. She charges at the minions behind the machine guns. She hops up in the air, letting the gun move up to follow her. With a gleam in her yellow eyes, she dives down and slashes the minion holding the gun. Then she cuts up more minions, one from the crotch up to the neck and the other one she slices the head off.

Moxxie sees Millie, his face blushing and going hard on his own crotch. Then he sighs lovingly at his wife while staring at her with oogly eyes.

Carmilla notices Moxxie staring off at Millie. “Moxxie--!” She’s interrupted by the minions attacking her, but she manages to fight them off with her angelic heels. Clara and Odette fires their guns at the minions to protect their mother from incoming danger.

Nifty stabs the minions with a maniacal laugh, fighting besides Nora. Nora throws her battle axe at the minions coming at her. Loona jumps by Nora’s side, ripping the minion coming up behind her apart.

Charlie and Vaggie work together to fight the other minions. Vaggie stabs them with her angelic spear while Charlie whistles for Keekee and Razzle. Razzle and Keekee hurries out of the hotel taking on forms with Keekee becoming a keyblade and Razzle becoming a giant dragon.

Razzle blows fire at the minions approaching the group while Keekee hurries into Charlie’s hand, with Charlie using the pitchfork and Keekee to blast through enemies. Charlie is unaware that her red eyes and horns and tail somehow turns Vaggie on.

Lilith stands by her daughter, using her sing-song voice to deafen the minions coming to attack her and her daughter.

Morrigan and Orais notice how easy the group is able to take down their minions. Morrigan raises her staff to the already dim light, attempting to darken it further to make everything around them dark.

Vaggie and Charlie see this and soften their gazes to know that their lanterns they lit up are not enough to light up the battlefield.

~.~

Ozzie and Alastor are face to face with each other, glaring into each other’s eyes.

“You need to snap the fuck out of it, Alastor!” Ozzie growls. “We don’t have time to--”

Ozzie and Alastor stop when the light darkens further to the point where only Ozzie and Bee glow in the room.

“Holy shit, we’re running out of time,” Bee utters in fear.

Ozzie shifts his attention to Alastor and doesn’t hesitate to grab Alastor’s clothed breasts, ripping out the powers of pride and wrath right out of the Radio Demon.

“Bee, hold him down!” Ozzie shouts before Bee holds Alastor down. He hurries to shove the powers of pride and wrath back into Mal and Lucifer. Both of them gasp as if they had been brought back to life.

“Whoa! That was quite a trip,” Lucifer utters.

“Oye, ¡¿qué carajo acaba de pasar?! (Oye, what the fuck just happened?!)” Mal shouts in Spanish.

“Where’s Charlie? Where’s--?”

“Hey, you need to lie low,” Ozzie soothes Lucifer. He looks at Husk. “Is Fizz with you?”

Husk shakes his head. “He’s safe with the others.”

“Good. Good,” Ozzie says with a tired sigh.

Mammon, Zelus, and Belphegor enter the room.

“That little imp ran off!” Mammon announces.

“What?! Where?!” Bee gasps in shock.

“Who?” Lucifer says with a groan.

“Blitz! He’s gone off somewhere!” Zelus replies in panic.

Ozzie growls. “We don’t have time to search around! We have to find the others and help them fight back against Morrigan and Orais!”

The others nod their heads in agreement except for Husk.

Alastor groans awake from having his powers sucked out of him.

~.~

Blitz rushes down the hallway, noticing it getting darker but there’s the light at the end of the hallway. It shines brighter and brighter the closer he gets to it. He finally enters the room, his eyes blinded by the sudden shine in the room. He notices angels in their cages around the room, their lights dimming.

“ACK! GODDAMN IT!!”

I Am turns around to find Blitz covering his eyes from the bright light shining from him. He clenches his fists. “What do you want?”

“Christ on a stick, turn down the brightness!” Blitz barks.

“But I’m not on a stick?”

Blitz widens his eyes and looks up, shielding his eyes from the brightness. “Wait, your name is Christ?”

“I’m called many things. What do you want?” I Am growls at the demon imp.

“Look, man, I know that we all don’t like you and your angels down here. But our realms are ending and we’re the idiots living in it. You are the only one with light that can defeat Morrigan and Orais--”

“I wouldn’t say that we’re idiots--”

“Well you’re one of the idiots that creates this whole goddamn place with the angels--”

“Disrespect I Am again,” St. Peter growls from within his cage.

“Fine, you’re not an idiot!” Blitz shouts angrily. “The point is, our homes are going to get destroyed and Morrigan and Orais will rule it. You are the only one who can stop it!”

“The Light is the only one that will stop the Dark,” Sera corrects Blitz.

“Whatever! You need to save everyone around the realms and the rings! I lost my home once, I’m not losing it again!” Blitz says tearfully at I Am and the angels.

I Am softens his gaze and looks at the angels glaring at him in judgment. With a sigh, I Am looks at the angels.

“We are at odds with the darkness,” I Am says to the angels. “I can’t sit back and watch all we created destroyed. And there’s no way that I want the dark to rule the light. We are angels that created this world! We made this world out of purity and light until the dark is summoned! We have to take back Heaven and return it to its former glory! Who’s with me?!”

“I’m with you, I Am!” St. Peter shouts, his glow shining from within his heart.

Sera nods in agreement, her glow shining. The angels have their hearts glowing at I Am’s speech, breaking through the cages of darkness. Blitz becomes blinded by the light with a hiss.

“Ah, shit!” Blitz shouts before running out of the room.

~.~

The seven rulers notice the bright glow from within the dungeons. Husk and Alastor look at Blitz running out while rubbing his eyes.

The seven rulers cover their eyes to see I Am coming out of the dark dungeons with the angels following closely behind him.

Lucifer widens his eyes in shock. “What the hell?”

I Am walks out of the dark castle, ascending to the skies with the angels following him.

“So, I guess they’re going to take it up to Heaven,” Mammon responds.

“Of course. They wouldn’t help us down here,” Zelus scoffs again.

“Wait, maybe they’re going to buy us more time to defeat Morrigan and Orais,” Ozzie gasps in realization.

“Then we don’t have time to waste,” Husk determines.

Alastor covers his side and glares at the seven rulers. “If only you didn’t rip those powers out of me--”

“Hey, you deserve that!” Ozzie responds. “Now we’re putting little Charlie’s idea of redemption to the test. Are you willing to fight with us or are you willing to stay here in the darkness? Your choice.”

Ozzie stretches his hand out to help Alastor up on his feet. Alastor takes a moment to look at the others glaring at him until he sighs and surrenders.

“Fine,” Alastor says before taking Ozzie’s hand, who helps him up on his feet.

“Alright, I better not see you stab someone in the back out of pettiness,” Ozzie says.

Blitz takes out his keys. “Let’s hit the road, assholes!!!”

“Hell yeah!” Mammon responds while slamming his fist into his open hand.

~.~

The group is surrounded by the darkness, fighting to the best of their abilities in the dark.

Charlie tries to light up the battlefield by having Razzle blowing fire at the minions, but a slice of wind cuts Razzle’s head.

“Razzle, no!” Charlie cries while falling off of her dragon.

Lilith catches Charlie, who’s sobbing. Lilith looks to see Razzle collapsing on the ground. However, before she can process the grief with her daughter, she notices Morrigan coming for her at the corner of her eyes. Before Lilith can turn to fight her, Morrigan grips Lilith around her neck and slams her against the wall, causing her to drop Charlie.

“MOM!” Charlie cries while taking out her pitchfork and Keekee. Before she can help her mom with Morrigan, Orais jumps in and starts throwing punches at her. Charlie lets Keekee go and run off while pulling out her shield. She protects herself from Orais’ punches until one of Orais’ punches breaks through her shield.

“Shit!” Charlie cries in fear, pulling out her pitchfork.

Before Orais can charge towards her, he notices Vaggie sweeping in with her angel wings and smacks him with her angelic spear. However, Orais grabs her spear and yanks it out of her hands. Then he grips around Vaggie’s throat in a minute.

Charlie is about to attack Orais to save her lover, but Orais glares at her.

“Unless you want me to pop your lover’s head off, I suggest you stand down,” Orais growls at Charlie.

Charlie gulps in fear.

Bella sees Orais choking Vaggie, her tears streaming down on her face.

“Mama!” Bella calls.

Angel turns to notice Vaggie being choked by Orais. He aims his tommy guns up at Orais and pulls the trigger, letting bullets hitting Orais’ back.

Orais is distracted by the bullets attacking him, giving Vaggie time to cut his stomach with her angelic spear, causing him to let her go.

Orais throws Vaggie at Charlie, knocking both of the girls down. Orais glares at Angel and forms a force of wind that appears to be sharp as a knife. He sends it Angel’s way at a rapid pace.

Angel gasps in fear before he feels someone sweeping in and grabbing him out of the way of the slice of wind. Angel notices that he’s hanging on the side of the vehicle, which is sliced in half.

“Oh shit!” Blitz’s familiar voice shouts.

The vehicle tilts to the side and crashes, but Angel notices Husk grabbing Blitz and flying off before they can get hurt from the crash.

Angel looks up to see Husk cradling Angel.

“You okay, baby?” Husk asks Angel.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” Angel answers.

“So, um,” Blitz interrupts, also being cradled by Husk. “Which one of you is the bottom?”

Husk and Angel gives Blitz a deadpan stare. Husk drops Blitz while helping his lover on his feet.

The three look to find Orais throwing more wind edges towards them. Before Husk can take out his cards to shield them, Alastor’s tentacles rise up in front of them, taking the cuts.

Alastor steps out from the other half of the vehicle, glaring at Orais. “It’s about time we finally meet Orais! You’re next to die!”

“Fuck you!” Orais growls before throwing fireballs at Alastor, who blocks the attacks with his tentacles.

Husk notices the minions approaching them, using his wings to shield both Blitz and Angel from their attacks.

“Wait, where are the seven rulers, babe?” Angel asks his lover.

Husk smirks. “Oh, they’re comin’. Don’t you worry.”

~.~

Morrigan smirks at Lilith while choking her. “I’m going to enjoy killing you slowly, my queen.”

“Bitch,” Lilith spits.

Before Morrigan can finish Lilith off completely, a fireball is thrown at her, and it hit her from the side. She tumbles away from Lilith, who drops down to her feet. She looks to see red eyes glaring at her until she recognizes Lucifer walking through the dark fog.

“Luci?” Lilith gasps in recognition.

Lucifer widens his eyes, softening his gaze. “L-Lilith, is that really you?”

He hurries to her and hugs her, his face plant into her stomach. She chuckles and lifts him up, snuggling into him.

“Oh, how I’ve missed you,” Lilith mutters to Lucifer.

“It’s been a long time,” Lucifer says before noticing Morrigan recovering and aiming her staff at them. He growls and forms a fireball. “I don’t think so, bitch!”

While Lucifer and Lilith fight Morrigan together, Fizz can barely see what’s around him. He blinks his eyes until he feels punches coming from the minions left and right. He tries to shoot them, but he ends up missing it until his gun is empty.

“Aww, damn it!” Fizz cries before getting smacked in the face. He falls back on the ground, noticing many minions surrounding him. He breathes heavily, noticing them taking out weapons. He closes his eyes to accept his fate until a burst of familiar blue flames pop up behind Fizz. Fizz looks up to see Ozzie appearing behind him.

“Back the fuck up from my Froggie, you motherfuckers!” Ozzie growls before swiping his hands at minions and killing them with his blue flames.

Fizz gasps in shock, his tears streaming down on his cheeks.

“Oz?” Fizz recognizes.

Ozzie gasps and crouches down. “Fizzy.”

Fizz sniffles and smiles tearfully. “Ozzie!”

Ozzie lifts Fizz up and spins the short clown jester around, embracing him.

Fizz starts to blubber, “I-I thought that you-you--”

“Shh, shh, I’m here, babe. I’m here,” Ozzie says while cuddling his jester.

Before they can cuddle more, they notice more minions coming towards them. They exchange gazes and smirks.

“Wanna take them out together, baby~?” Ozzie asks in a flirty tone.

“Oh hell yeah,” Fizz answers, climbing up on Ozzie’s shoulder. “You know I’m gonna get a whole new mess of kinks after this, right?”

“Oh, I don’t doubt it for a second,” Ozzie says. Both Ozzie and Fizz fight together by Ozzie grabbing Fizz by the robotic arms while Fizz kicks the minions with his metal feet.

Meanwhile, Mammon shows up, becoming a large spider to take out the minions around him.

“Come and get some, motherfuckers!” Mammon says with a laugh.

Belphegor, Bee, and Mal enter through the darkness with Mal throwing her fireballs in fury. Bee flies around and slamming the minions on the ground, dragging them through to where it causes cracks on the ground. Belphegor watches the minions coming around them, using her magic to freeze time just around her and walks past them without caring to take them out.

Morrigan and Orais start to panic once they see the seven rulers back with their powers. Morrigan notices a turquoise mouse before transforming into a giant elephant.

Bella notices this and looks at Nora, who nods at her and flies to her to pick Bella up.

Nora lifts Bella while Bella waves her hands for Zelus to throw the staff. Zelus chucks the staff at Bella, who catches it.

Morrigan and Orais turn to glare at the young girls. Morrigan turns into a pile of crows flying off after Bella and Nora.

Vaggie spreads her wings to chase after the girls to keep them safe, but Orais manages to grab Vaggie by the heel and slams her against the ground.

“Shit!” Lucifer says before throwing fireballs at Orais. The minions attack Lucifer, Lilith, Charlie, and Vaggie before they can chase after the girls.

Orais throws a fireball at Nora.

Nora notices the fireball from the corner of her eyes, throwing Bella up onto the edge of the roof. Once the bat girl gets hit, Bella sees this with tears in her eyes.

“NORA!!!” Bella cries while watching her girlfriend falling from the sky.

Before Nora can crash onto the ground, Bee turns gigantic and catches Nora, setting her down gently.

Husk and Angel hurry besides Nora.

“You okay, kid?” Husk asks.

“B-Bella has the staff still,” Nora says, pointing up at the high skyscraper where Bella is.

Meanwhile, Bella is holding on for dear life with two of her hands and the staff held in her other hand. The crows fly up above Bella, forming back into Morrigan.

“My, my, I never knew that the offspring of the sinners is going to rise up against us,” Morrigan says with a taunting tone. “Your poor parents don’t want you anymore. But of course, being a selfish little brat you are, you are never content with what I give you, huh?”

“You gave me nothing!” Bella growls at Morrigan.

“I gave you your little family, but you don’t like them. You much prefer to be with your little hotel family than the family I’ve created for you, huh?” Morrigan teases, crushing Bella’s fingers on her one hand. She loses her grip from her one hand, still barely hanging on with her one hand. “You piece of shit don’t deserve a life after all they’ve done for you.”

“They’ve done nothing but hurt me.”

Morrigan smirks while crushing Bella’s other hand. “We learn through pain, sweetheart. I hope you keep that in mind as you fall.” She kicks Bella off of the rooftop, snatching the staff back from her grasp. Bella falls through the air, screaming.

Husk and Angel spots Bella falling.

“Husky, throw me!” Angel commands.

Without hesitation, Husk throws Angel with all of his might. Angel flies up barely and catches Bella in his four arms. Bella hugs Angel tightly.

“Morrigan’s got the staff,” Bella warns.

Angel falls back, letting Husk catch him. “I know. I know. Are you okay?”

Bella nods and sobs into Angel’s fluffy chest.

The others notice the light peering into the darkness, overcoming the dark fog. The angels, including I Am, Sera, and St. Peter, are tearing through the darkness away from the Light to shine more.

Morrigan becomes furious and raises her staff at the Light, shooting more darkness into it. The dark starts to dim the Light while the angels try to push through and tear through the darkness, but their strengths start to dim. Everything goes dark suddenly, letting the rulers get held down by the dark minions growing population, including Fizz, Lilith, Charlie, and Vaggie.

Carmilla protects both of her daughters. Cherri stays close to Emily, noticing that they are outnumbered.

Blitz fights alongside with Loona, Octavia, and Stolas until they all are tackled on the floor by the overgrowing minions.

Moxxie and Millie are surrounded by the minions with the married couple holding each other for dear life.

Alastor attempts to use his tentacles to fight against the minions, but the minions hold the Radio Demon down by the arms and legs.

The army of cannibals are outnumbered by the minions, but they try to fight through them anyway.

Nora watches Husk and Angel attempting to fight the minions to protect Bella until they realize that they are outnumbered. Nora watches Orais teleporting next to his wife up on the skyscraper.

Nora crawls away with an injured wing to find that she’s running into an instrument store with the guitar at the display window. An idea comes into her head.

“Wanna punish some bad boys together~?”

Nora slowly looks to the side to find Nifty next to her with a maniacal smile.

~.~

Morrigan and Orais watch everything in Hell tearing itself apart, including Earth and Heaven.

“This is just as I imagine, darling,” Orais says while watching the destruction unfold and holding his wife closely.

Morrigan looks down to see all of the demons and sinners fighting back tied down from fighting except two are missing. She doesn’t think much of it until she hears the guitar riffing.

“What the--?” Morrigan utters as the evil couple look to the side to find Nora strumming her guitar with Nifty banging on the drums.

Alastor looks at them with his eye twitching. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

Nora ignores as the music starts to play into the song. The notes from the song helps Lilith using her voice to break out of the minions holding them all down.

“What the hell?!” Orais growls angrily.

Lilith turns to Nora and Nifty with a bright grin. “Keep it up!”

Through the music, she’s able to summon musical notes to deafen the minions holding the other rulers, letting them fight back stronger.

I Am and the angels can hear the music from down below, letting the music pump them up to tear through the darkness once more to let the Light shine.

Nora nods her head to the beat and sings.

“Watch your mouth or have it sliced off!

An eye for an eye is what they say!

Innocent lives now vanquished in the whip of the wind!

Bodies decaying for the villagers to fear the dark!

Chaos twists like twisters in the middle of a field

Bringing nothing but destruction!

Hope is now riding on the white horse!

They come to terrify the dark!”

Every sinner and demon alive fights back aggressively, pumped up by the music Nora provides. Then both Nora and Nifty sing together.

“Hail to the Light!

Hail to the Sun!

Walk through the Shadows!

Carry the cross!

Hail to the Light!”

Stolas starts to fight the minions until he looks up to notice Morrigan trying to summon more darkness on the light, his eyes widen in shock.

“Look, the staff can eject darkness into the light. If the staff can fire darkness, then can it suck the dark as well?” Stolas asks the others.

Nora and Nifty sing in the background.

“Hail! Hail! Hail!

The Light!”

“We need to get that staff, asap!” Blitz calls for the group.

Zelus looks at the others. “We need someone with the light inside of them to equip that staff!”

“Yeah, that’s going to be hard to find!” Lucifer says while throwing fireballs at the minions.

“Let’s try to get the staff first and get it away from them!” Loona orders.

“That’s my kind of plan!” Mammon shouts in agreement as the demons and the sinners go after the staff.

Nifty sings her second verse while drumming it up for the others to climb the skyscraper and fighting the minions.

“The gates are closing to the demons!

Born alive and suffering, but still breathing!

No mercy from the ones who wields the staff!

Don’t let the dark overtake your light!

Let your blood boil and seep in righteous wrath!

Show them that you will not yield!

Hope is riding on the white horse!

They come to purify the unclean!”

While Nifty is singing the second verse, the Light shines more and more, exposing the minions to it and burning them. The seven rulers manage to reach the top of the skyscraper where Orais and Morrigan are at. Husk flies Angel, Cherri, and Bella up at the rooftop while the portal opens with Stolas, Octavia, Loona, Blitz, Fizz, Moxxie, and Millie walking out of it. Lilith flies up with Carmilla and her daughters while Vaggie carries Charlie.

Nora picks Nifty up and they start climbing up the rooftop near them, singing on top of their lungs to encourage them together.

“Hail to the Light!

Hail to the Sun!

Walk through the Shadows!

Carry the cross!

Hail to the Light!

Hail! Hail! Hail!

The Light!”

“Let’s end your fucking lives!” Alastor says before Morrigan manages to push them all off the rooftop. However, Bee manages to drag the couple down with them due to her growing size as the music continues on.

Zelus turns into a mouse again and hurries to crawl on the staff, now turning into a whale to knock Morrigan to the side.

Orais fights all the seven rulers, the light shining through the dark fog. Orais summons more minions to take care of the sinners and the demons, aside from the seven rulers of Hell.

The girls continue to sing, approaching the bridge.

“There’s a taste of victory

When the angels call from the gates.

This path will be covered in gold.

This path will lead to paradise!”

Zelus sees Husk is open from fighting the minions and tosses it to Husk.

Husk catches it and looks at the others, who glance at him in concern. To test Stolas’ hypothesis from earlier, Husk points the staff to the Light, attempting to suck the dark.

The angels notice the dark being sucked away from the light as I Am looks down with a gasp to find Husk attempting to suck the darkness.

“He’s going to get himself killed,” Sera replies to I Am.

Husk clenches his teeth as he realizes that he’s surrounded by darkness.

“Husk! Husk, baby!”

Husk closes his eyes and reopens them, his vision changing during the music into the dark waves overtaking him. He tries to keep his head above water, but he sees a searchlight ahead of him. Mustering all of his strength he has left, he swims towards the light and tackles the waves of darkness. He reaches his paw towards the light, earning a gasp.

From the outside, the others notice the light forming in Husk’s paws, seeping into the Twisted Staff.

Nora and Nifty sing the final verse.

“Hail to the Light!

Hail to the Sun!

Walk through the Shadows!

Carry the cross!

Hail to the Light!

Hail! Hail! Hail!”

Husk opens his eyes with the light shining from inside of him, and aims the staff at Morrigan and Orais. “Surprise, motherfuckers!” He shoots the beam of light at Morrigan and Orais before they can leap to attack him.

Morrigan and Orais are cover by the light, their skins crackling. They both scream in pain before finally exploding in front of everyone.

The song finally ends with their blood on the red dirt in Hell.

The skies turn back to usual red until the rain pours over. But it isn’t boiling rain like usual for Hell.

“Holy shit! This rain is from the human world,” Stolas gasps happily as he pulls Blitz and Octavia close. Loona joins in while leaning against Blitz.

Fizz giggles while letting out his tongue to taste the rain, causing Ozzie to chuckle at the sight of his boyfriend.

Moxxie and Millie kiss each other in the rain.

The other rulers, except for Lucifer and Ozzie, smile at the sight of the rain.

Mammon looks to find Sid slowly approaching the battlefield as if he’s ready to fight. With a bright smile, Mammon runs up to Sid.

“Siddy!” Mammon sweeps Sid up in his embrace, however, he looks at Belphegor. Belphegor rolls her eyes and motions Mammon to go ahead.

Mammon kisses Sid in the lips, which is unexpected for Sid. Once he breaks away from the passionate kiss, he places Sid on his feet. “Aw, I miss ya, Siddy!”

Sid slowly blushes again.

Angel smiles brightly and notices Husk dropping the staff. Husk smiles softly at Angel before almost fainting. Luckily, Angel catches him and cradles him.

“You okay, baby?” Angel whispers to Husk.

Husk’s eyelids are heavy, but he smiles and purrs. “Being in your arms, I’m okay now. I love you...I love you.”

Husk starts to close his eyelids and his breathing starts to slow.

Angel breathes heavily in fear. “Wait, wait, wait! No! Husk! Husk! Don’t die on me, man! Stay with me--!”

Husk suddenly opens his eyelids. “I ain’t dying, bitch! I’m just...resting in your arms. I-Is that okay?”

Angel giggles. “Yeah, it’s fine. Just don’t go scaring me like that.”

Bella smiles at Husk and Angel as she feels a wing sheltering her. She looks to find Nora sheltering her from the rain.

“Are you okay?” Bella asks her girlfriend.

Nora nods. “Yeah. I think I’ve destroyed my voice.”

Bella huffs a laugh. “You and Nifty killed it.”

“Bella!”

“Mija!”

Bella notices Charlie and Vaggie running over to her to hug her. “Mama! Mommy!”

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Charlie whispers to Bella.

“I’m fine, Mommy. I’m fine.”

Carmilla places a hand on Nora’s shoulder. “You’ve done good, kid.”

Nora smiles. “Thanks.”

Cherri smiles softly at the kids until she notices someone creeping up to her. Before she can take out the living minion going to attack her, the minion is shot by the green ray. She whirls around and finds Sir Pentious approaching her with the gun lowered, holding his side with a weak smile. Emily shifts her attention to both Cherri and Sir Pentious, squeaking when she sees him approach them.

“H-Hi, Cherri. I heard the ssssong and it--”

“Get over here, you son of a bitch!” Cherri replies almost angrily.

“Wha--?!”

Cherri kicks him the stomach, causing him to hunch forward.

“Ow, Cher--!”

Cherri pulls Sir Pentious by the collar and kisses his lips passionately. He melts into the kiss instantly, lifting her up.

They break away.

“You made me think that you’re dead,” Cherri responds.

Sir Pentious smirks and takes out the button pad for his own seat. “You realize that I have a button to eject mysssself out of the sssship as well, right?”

Cherri glares at her boyfriend. “Ugh, you could’ve just told me that before doing that self-sacrificing bullshit!”

“I’ve learned from my mistakes,” Sir Pentious says with a small smile. “I love you.”

“Ugh, I love you too, ya dumbass,” Cherri replies with a grin and kisses her boyfriend in the lips again.

Everyone looks around at the destroyed city and many dead bodies of the cannibals around them, causing Angel to frown. The music begins as he helps Husk up on his feet.

Then Angel starts to sing.

“We finally won the fight.

But at what cost?

We have lost some souls,

People are slaughtered.”

Husk frowns at Angel walking towards the destroyed city.

Angel sings more solemnly.

“If it weren’t for me, this bloodshed wouldn’t happen.

If I was stronger, I would never sign the contract.

I took my own life and I fucked it up.

I should’ve known better.

Better instead of giving in to my lustful desires.”

Husk softly smiles at his boyfriend and takes his hand gently to croon.

“C’mon, my love, why are you frowning?

In the last decades of my afterlife,

You became my reason to stay alive.”

Husk turns Angel to have him look into his eyes, holding hands together.

“We are free from the shackles.

Our story has just begun.

We can’t let the past affect us, hell, let’s move forward.

There’s still room for growth.”

Husk gestures to the broken city in front of them with the hotel at the distance, partially destroyed, singing passionately.

“You’ve kept my head held up high, you have your friends here,

From regular sinners to royalties.

We’re both winners, baby, we’re winners.

Now, my darling Anthony,

We must move forward now.”

The rest of the cast starts to sing, walking besides him.

“We can do this, we can rebuild!

Redemption is now possible!

More than ever before this!”

Lilith sings beautifully to Angel.

“You’re the foundation of my little girl’s dream.”

Charlie and Vaggie croons in unison.

“You’re one of us now.”

Cherri smiles softly at Angel to sing.

“You made me believe in the good.”

Husk sings with a smile at Angel, wiping a tear away from his lover’s face.

“Now it’s time to make our move.”

Angel giggles and sings to his boyfriend.

“As long as I got you and everyone else, baby,

I know that I’ll be alright.”

The music begins to be upbeat as Emily starts to sing.

“I think we need some brick and lumber!”

Lucifer flies in with Keekee as his keyblade with a sing-song voice.

“Good thing I got my magic back,

Check this out, kablam!”

With the snap of the finger, the buildings start to rebuild itself from the damage it takes. Pentious’ ship is lifted from the collision.

Ozzie sings with a bright smile.

“We need some foundation around these areas.”

Lucifer chirps.

“I got you, Oz-man!”

Lucifer and Lilith sing and dance together.

“Let’s add these decorations.”

With that said, the decorations around the city are added.

Charlie sings with an upbeat tone.

“No time to second guess now!

Let’s get the citizens out from the buildings!”

Bella paints the buildings with Nora as they both sing together.

“New coat of paint!”

Fizz and Blitz sing together.

“New lights around the restaurants!”

Bee flies towards the sky, letting it explode with pink and red skies to sing.

“With cotton candy skies!”

Mammon creates a new circus to draw attention to the scared citizens.

“And a new circus!”

Zelus, Belphegor, and Mal sing together.

“We can make things better in our own rings!”

Meanwhile, in Heaven, St. Peter starts to harmonize along the song.

“After the battle, there’s damage to be undone!

The Light is finally restored!

The Earth is back to normal!

Maybe tomorrow, there will be a path put in place!”

Sera comes beside St. Peter, watching Emily in Hell helping the others rebuild the city that they fought in. She sings with a soft smile.

“Let’s make sure that most sinners will find the narrow path.

While some will find redemption down there,

We’ll work on welcoming sinners up here.

No more letting elites take control.

We need to heal the Foresight Angels.

For their future visions will be needed.

We need every part of the body to function.

No more exterminations.

Now with a new determination,

The future will end with a bright light!”

The music starts to soften while I Am stares out of the window of the tall building in Heaven. Then he sings solemnly.

“The world’s end may have been prevented.

But I’m not ready to come back to Earth.

I’m not ready to end it all yet.

If Evil grows more again, then it’s surely the signs of the times.”

I Am paces back and forth between the room, rubbing his hand anxiously.

“Darkness will come back.

Not even the angels and the sinners will stop it with the dim lights in their hearts.

Once I come back to the world we created,

There will be a new Heaven and Earth!”

Meanwhile, back down in Hell, Angel and Husk sing together while the cast sings in the background, fixing the hotel back up.

“We can do this! (We can do this!)

We’ll be better! (We’ll be better!)

Redemption will take its time! (Redemption will take its time!)

We’ll repent and make our way towards the pearly gates!”

Alastor teleports between Husk and Angel to interrupt with a song.

“And we’ll do it all with a smile!”

Charlie links her arms around Husk and Angel.

“We’ll make a difference, you’ll see!”

Stolas, Octavia, Loona, Blitz, Fizz, Moxxie, and Millie all sing in unison, making the finishing touches on the hotel.

“We’re all in this together!

Together, we will make a new business!”

The sinners, the demons, and the angels all sing in unison.

“And then by tomorrow, it will be a fuckin’ happy day in Hell!

(And then by tomorrow, it will be a happy day in Heaven!)”

The song ends with the hotel outshining the city that is rebuilt. 

To Be Continued...

#charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel: the contract of blood #huskerdust #angel dust #vaggie hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #nifty hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #cherri hazbin hotel

[yooniesim]

did chewybutterfly really dox someone I’m so confused

(Anon seems to be referring to this post i reblogged)

I didn't see the original post, but they admitted it in follow up posts:

If they're so disgusted by their actions that they admit are wrong, why do they call being called out by the anon a "hate message"? If they never look at their patrons' information, how did they know their name in the first place? Even if they saw it going to block them, if they knew their username, there was NO reason to use their first name that was not intentional and with purpose. It was most likely intended as a "gotcha" to show they knew who the anon really was and to intimidate others that patron them into not speaking out of turn, and it backfired. Not to mention that there was no reason to block them for their opinion when they had presumably already paid for this month! So even if you shell out the money, you can be blocked for saying the wrong thing, and I'm willing to bet this person did not get a refund. Giving miiko vibes tbh.

So then, if that wasn't bad enough, they followed up with this:

Don't be fooled by the "positive" language creators use, it can be just as telling as those that rant and rave. Phrases like "i would never do [thing that they did]" or "I'm not that person". Or insisting that they are transparent and honest and that they address concerns and apologize- if they are doing those things, they don't have to tell you, it shows in their actions. And people that do things wrong on here always, always seem to have to say that anyone disagreeing with them are hateful or toxic, because they always have to justify their actions in some way, however small, even when they're trying to apologize. Anons can be very cruel on here for sure, but if we don't see the messages we can't judge whether they are actually hateful or just general criticism... and in most of these cases, we never get to see them, just vague allusions. The first anon doesn't seem like hate to me, yet that's what they considered it to be.

Regardless of whether you accept their apology and believe it was just a small mistake or not, it just seems like another reason to add to the pile of why supporting paid cc is risky. Even if they don't have ill intentions- these creators are human with emotions, they get frustrated, and they do the wrong thing sometimes. Do you want to be the one with your information put out there to the public because someone interprets your criticism as "hate"? Just to have cc, especially cc that they intend to be free eventually anyway? I wouldn't.

#text #ceci speaks #the patreon issue #chewybutterfly #nonsims #i hope this helps nonny #if someone has screens of the original post please lmk #long post

[useless-bi-otch]

Cookies'n Cream - Chapter 21

Last chapter / MasterList / art by @aneenasevla

Chapter 21 - Masterstroke

“I swear, you have no idea who you've messed with, schmuck!"

"You've been saying the same thing for three matches in a row, Okubo."

"This time it's for real! I let you win the previous ones, I wanted to study your movements, understand how your head worked. Now you don't stand a chance!"

"Yeah, sure thing. Just pay attention to the screen, I've already given you two combos and it hasn't even been two minutes since the match started."

"All part of the strategy! Now you'll see that Okubo Naoya isn't called the “King of Combat” only inside the octagons! Take this, and that e- aaaaaargh! Noooo...!," Okubo grabs his head with both hands and throws it back, wailing dramatically and making other players around them jump. "I got the combination wrong!"

"I said to talk less and play more," Kaneda smiles satisfied, raising two fingers of his right hand in a V for Victory while the screen of the arcade machine displayed his character's victory stand. "With that, that's four consecutive victories. Are you sure you want to continue betting? At this rate, there won't be any money left in your wallet, hahaha!"

"Shut up! I don't accept that I can't beat you in absolutely any of these games!," He points to him while yelling. "I'll find a game where I can beat you, even if we have to turn this arcade upside down, do you hear me?!"

"Seriously, Okubo, why do you still insist on challenging Kaneda on these things?," Himuro asks, bored, with his eyes glued to another arcade machine. "It doesn't matter what you play with him, he always wins and cleans your wallet dry. It doesn't qualify as a robbery only because you're the most willing victim I've ever seen."

"You shut up too, Himuro! You want me to give you hell on The King of Fighters too?!”

"As if you could. And watch your language, we have ladies in attendance. Okay, see? It isn't that difficult,"  Himuro smiles at the two girls who surrounded him, watching his demonstration attentively. "It's all a matter of motor coordination, knowing how to switch between the buttons and the lever, setting the timing..."

"Ooh, Himuro makes it look so easy!," The chubby one whimpered, pouting as she clung to his arm. The other, thinner than her friend, nods and squeezes his shoulders affectionately.

"I know, right! Nanao and I are going to need a few more demonstrations, maybe more direct help..."

"I'd be a terrible teacher if I said no, wouldn't I?," He laughs, opening space for them to approach. "Here. Who wants to be the first one?"

The two girls got into an argument over which one of them would be the first to receive arcade lessons, while Himuro grinned in the middle of them, delighted to be up for grabs. Kaneda sighs.

"Not even when we are killing time in the least conducive environment possible to get dates you guys abandon the hunter mentality..."

"Hey, don't put me in the middle of this! I'm here, minding my own business, just waiting for you to put another token in the machine," Okubo declares, frowning, his arms crossed. "I still haven't given up on my rematch."

“Heh… you'd probably have better luck hunting down for dates, to be honest."

"No chance. For the moment I'd rather crush your spirit until there's not even dust left to tell the story."

“Wow, that came straight from your heart!," Kaneda laughs, looking over his shoulder. "Are you listening to that, Rihito? Okubo found a motivation unrelated to women! You should follow suit-"

"I swear to you, there is nobody in this arcade capable of beating my record in OutRun! Stick with me and I'll teach you everything you need to know!," Rihito was saying, a little too loudly, to two other girls occupying an arcade machine, both staring at him with a mixture of confusion and discomfort. "Tell me, do you want some help? I can show you the best way to pull the lever, hehe... and then, later, we can go out for something to eat, how about that? Come on, don't be shy, I promise I won't do anything you don't want! Here, lady, your posture is kinda wrong, if you want I can help you correct it and- hey, where are you going? Hey!," He exclaims when the two girls walk away quickly, half shrunken. "Wait, I...! Uugh, how does Himuro manage to do that?! Fucking hell, I can't do anything right..."

Kaneda sighs again. "Eh, never mind. He's a goner. I'm just surprised you don't want to join him like you always do..."

Okubo looks to the side, his expression a little uncertain, before shrugging and returning his focus to the arcade machine.

"I already told you, I'm more worried about my rematch. Come on, Kaneda, I know you have more tokens there! Don't run away from me!"

Kaneda decides he isn't going to try to argue anymore. But Okubo better not think he didn't notice all that hesitation. He took great pride in his observation skills, and they were rarely wrong. He inserts another token into the machine, smiling to himself.

He wondered if Rihito and Himuro had also noticed how Okubo seemed so uninterested in the female clientele around them. Women made up a significant portion of arcade goers, contrary to what many thought, and when they decided to go and spend their free day in one, Kaneda had already been preparing for the inevitability of finding himself alone while his friends were going to hit on any creature wearing skirts nearby.

Not that he had much to worry about, as Himuro was the only one there who got lucky in those endeavors. Rihito and Okubo were too pushy and desperate, they always had been, and it didn't take more than half an hour for them to give up and come to him while licking their wounds. It had become routine by now.

Or at least it used to be routine. Now, Rihito was chasing women away by himself. Okubo, on the other hand, hasn't shown interest in absolutely any of them so far.

Kaneda knew very well why. He knew, but he wanted to hear it from the accused party himself before making assumptions. He takes a couple of steps away from the machine to let Okubo choose his character.

“Are you sure you want to keep challenging me? It's silly to throw money away like that because of a game..."

"It's not money thrown away if I know that one hour or another I'll end up winning," He declares with conviction. "And anyway, I want to gather more tokens. There are some cool prizes here..."

"Yeah, there really is," Kaneda looks at the area where the arcade prizes were displayed. "But you can try to win tokens by playing alone, instead of betting them with me..."

"I know, but now it's become a matter of honor, man!"

"Honor or masochism? I wish I had that much cash in the bank so that losing a few yen wouldn't be a worry...," Himuro grumbles, holding the hand of one of his newest friends while helping her with the lever. "But relax, girls, I still have enough for a few more matches with you, maybe even for dinner afterwards, haha..."

The girls laugh, and if Okubo had rolled his eyes more, he would have been able to see the insides of his own skull. Apparently, a pretty face was an essential factor for those stupid pick-up lines to succeed. He was glad he didn't need it anymore...

"If you're broke to the point of needing to warn your friends, Himuro, don't worry. Let's play and bet while we're at it, and if I win-"

"I'm not going to give you the number of one of my friends, forget about it."

"I wasn't going to say that! I was going to say that if I win, I want half your tokens."

"Oh…," Himuro blinks, exchanging a brief look with Kaneda before nodding. "That's all? Alright then. If I win, you'll pay my bill on our next night out."

"Deal!"

"And he still complains when I say he throws money away…," Himuro rolls his eyes. "Just don't complain after you make a fool of yourself in front of the ladies here."

"You're the one who's gonna make a fool of yourself! Just let me slay this lil' fucker here first," He declares as he also chooses his character. Kaneda doesn't even try to argue, shrugging.

"Okay. Let's just bet the tokens this time, Okubo, otherwise you won't have any money left over to pay the bet with Himuro..."

"Are you already assuming that I’m going to lose?! I won't say out loud what you are only because we have ladies present in the room!," Okubo snorts, and suddenly focuses his attention on the girls surrounding Himuro. "I want to ask you ladies a question, if you don't mind."

“Uh… sure, go ahead,” The chubby one exchanges a bewildered look with her friend before they nod, a bit hesitant, while Himuro shoots Okubo a warning look. If he even tried to rain on his parade...

"If you were to choose one of those prizes, what would it be?"

It was hard to say who had the more astonished expression there: if those two girls or Himuro himself. The three stared at Okubo as he pointed to the prize counter beyond, waiting for an answer. The girls look at each other again.

"Uh… well, I don't know," The thinner one looks sideways at her friend. "One of the electronics, maybe? I've been needing a new headset, but they cost a shitload of tokens..."

"Yep. But there are some more affordable prizes that are cute, like those keychains in the shape of arcade machines.

"Yes! And the teddy bears..."

"And the neon signs! They are a nice decoration for the bedroom, or for the kitchen area..."

"A neon sign!," Okubo exclaims, smiling excitedly. "Damn, how come I didn't think of that before? Now I know exactly what to spend the tokens I'm going to win on!," He turns to the arcade machine, even more determined. "Thanks for the female opinion, ladies!"

"Uuh…you're welcome!," They nod, still stunned, but also looking relieved. "Anyway… will you continue teaching us the mechanics of the game, Himuro?"

“Uh… oh yes! Yes, of course, excuse me...," Himuro nods quickly, returning his attention to the arcade machine, but not before exchanging a somewhat astonished look with Kaneda. The later just can't resist, wanting more details while he and Okubo go back to playing.

"Hey, don't you already have one of those neon signs in your apartment?"

"Yeah, in my reading room. There, take this sequence, sucker!"

"Oh, there will be payback! But seriously, why would you want a female opinion to get another sign?"

"Oh, the sign isn't for me," Okubo shrugs, almost pressing his eyes to the screen in his concentration. "It's for Tomori. Something cool for her to put in her kitchen..."

Kaneda had suspected that since Okubo started asking Himuro's friends questions, but it was good to hear confirmation. He smiles to himself, hoping that Himuro had heard that too.

"If that’s the case, I might let you win a couple of matches, just to increase your chances…"

"Don't you dare! How am I going to give her a gift that I got only 'cause my opponent pitied me?," He asks indignantly. "I couldn't consider myself a worthy man! Forget it, I'll get those tokens on my own merit!"

“Then you'd better step up your game, because at this rate you won't even be able to pick up pins from the prize counter. Aaand I won again!"

"Argh, no! Holy shit, you...! You distracted me on purpose!," Okubo points accusingly at him, furious, to which Kaneda shakes his head, smiling cheekily.

"Baseless accusations are the weapon of losers. Your tokens, please."

"Uugh… I'll get them all back, just you wait! But on another game, 'cause I already gave up on this one..."

Kaneda was still laughing when Rihito approached them, hands shoved in his pants pockets, face twisted in a spectacular frown.

"No luck on the hunt, I suppose," Kaneda deduces, to which Rihito snorts.

"What do you think? Even the nerds don't care about big, bulky guys! All they want is the pretty boys, with their lustrous hair and their sissy colognes..."

"If that's not an incentive for you to take more baths, I don't know what else would be."

"Shut up, Himuro! Look, he's just being an asshole, okay? I take lots of baths!," Rihito exclaims to Himuro's companions, in a rush that makes them take a step back. "Even when I don't have to!"

"Yeah, right. And relax, he looks like a gorilla in heat, but he's harmless," Himuro assures the girls. "And he won't participate in the lessons either, I'm a feminist teacher who values ​​female education above any other, haha."

They laugh, leaning closer to him again, whereupon Rihito glares at him with a rage that would've set him on fire, if looks could kill.

"Ugh, I'm so fucking pissed!," He snarls, almost knocking over a nearby machine by abruptly inserting a token into it. "Are you guys seeing this? And he has the gall to complain when we get together to beat his ass, right, Okubo?"

"Yeah, he’s a narcissistic asshole," Okubo nods, then points "Anyway, let’s play OutRun, Rihito! I'm tired of fighting games for now..."

"Kaneda made you his punching bag again, didn't he?"

"Fuck off! Do you wanna play or not? I know I can beat you."

“Ohoho, you shouldn't have said that. I'll turn you into roadkill! C'mon," He makes room for Okubo to join him. “This way I can distract myself by destroying you so I don't have listen to that man-whore's cheap pick-up lines!"

"Yeah. It's a win-win situation," Okubo nods, and Kaneda watches as he concentrates completely on the game, while Rihito continues to throw irritated glances at Himuro and his friends from time to time.

"That fuckin' playboy… I'm sure he does that on purpose."

"Yeah...," Okubo just nodded, absorbed in the game.

"Rubbing his conquests in our faces… what would it cost him to lend a hand to his pals? It's not like he lacks female attention!"

"Yep..."

"He's picking up two chicks at the same time. Two! Y'know those documentaries about compulsive hoarders? That's what Himuro is! A hoarder, and he needs an intervention in the form of a beating!"

"For sure."

"Doesn't that make your blood fucking boil? I know Kaneda doesn't care but we're basically starving for pussy and he doesn't even take pity on us!"

"I know, right."

"... I mean, it's not your case anymore, right? You have Miss Uta now, you haven't banged her only 'cause you're a sucker..."

"Yeah..."

"I knew it!," He slams his hands on the panel, indignant. "You're not even listening to me, you asshole!"

"I was paying attention to the game! The game you just lost, by the way," Okubo points to the screen, smiling devilishly. "Who's the sucker now, huh? Finally I got something out of this shit, man!"

"What- did you do it on purpose? Have you became this lil' fucker's apprentice or something?!," Rihito points indignantly at him, and even Kaneda laughs at that, putting a hand on his chest and pretending to wipe away a tear.

"They grow up so fast!"

"Let's pray that he doesn't grow even more, otherwise he won't be able to go through any more doors..."

"Shut up, Himuro! Anyway...," Okubo huffs while Himuro's friends giggle. "I was really concentrating on the game, but I heard you muttering incessantly and concluded that I could use that to my advantage, hehe!"

"Son of a bitch."

"Hahaha! No, seriously, what were you talking about, man? It was something about Himuro..."

Rihito stares at him as if questioning his intelligence. Or his sanity. Probably both.

"Dude, are you serious? You always get as mad about it as I do!"

"Mad about what?"

"What do you mean 'about what'? About how easily Himuro picks up chicks, while the two of us are always left with crumbs!," He exclaims in frustration, opening his arms, and Himuro, further on, flinches when his two friends stare at him with wide eyes.

"Ahaha, he's exaggerating, that idiot... stop raining on my parade, you jerk!"

"Shut up, that's what you get for not being more humble! And you," He turns to Okubo again. "Since when have you been so indifferent to his conquests? Just because you already scored with one girl? Or..."

Rihito falls silent as Okubo widens his eyes a little, his face starting to flush, unmistakably red under the neon lights inside the arcade. Kaneda takes a step closer to them, curiosity getting the better of him. Even Himuro stopped paying attention to his new friends to listen to their conversation intently.

"Okubo...?," Rihito calls, starting to widen his eyes too. "You…?"

"H-Hey, what's this? Are you going to keep changing the subject instead of demanding a rematch like you always do?," Okubo interrupts him quickly, putting his hand in his pocket to pick up a token, which he almost drops in his desperate rush. "Let’s play more, c'mon! Unless you're scared of losing to me again..."

"What the- as if!," And with that, Rihito's attention is masterfully diverted,his fists clenching with determination. "Just you wait, I'll get my tokens back and rub your ugly mug all over that panel!"

They focus their attention on the game, while Himuro and Kaneda once again exchange a look that was worth many words. Rihito might have the attention span of a hyperactive child, but they weren't like him. They weren't going to drop that matter.

After some time of gameplay, name-calling and threats from one of the arcade employees that Rihito would be thrown out if he punched another machine, the four of them had won a lot of tokens between themselves, Okubo in particular. He happily counted them, ignoring Rihito's resentful glares.

"There's going to be payback, do you hear me? I’ll come back for more!"

"Of course, man, my ass beatings are quite addictive!"

"Shut up, you lost a match against Himuro and two against Kaneda!"

"And thanks to you I recovered all the tokens I had lost in them. Thanks a bunch!," Okubo pats Rihito on the shoulder, and walks away laughing when he threatens him with his fist. "Come on, Rihito, you also won enough tokens to get a prize at the counter!"

"Yeah, but not as much as you guys! Speaking of which, you got enough tokens for what?," Rihito asks Himuro and Kaneda, who were also counting their tokens.

"Enough for a mini-game, I think. But I also got two phone numbers, so I have nothing to complain about," Himuro comments, ignoring when Rihito flips him the bird. Kaneda, on the other hand, smiles excitedly.

"I think I have enough for that headset! It's what I wanted, so I'm satisfied."

"Lucky for you… if I manage to get a t-shirt with the arcade's logo, and one that fits me, it'll already be a lot," Rihito snorts, turning to Okubo next. "And you? What prize will you take?"

"One of those neon signs! There are some cute ones that I think will look cool in Tomori's kitchen... what?," He blinks when he sees his friend's disbelieving expression.

"Are you going to get a prize for Miss Uta? Aren't you going to spend that pile of tokens on yourself?"

"Of course I will, man! With what's left over, I can get that cool Ultraman keychain-"

"What keychain, man! There's so many cool things to choose from that counter, and you choose to spend your tokens on a gift for a girl who isn't even here playing with us?," Rihito insists on his questions, gesticulating agitatedly. Kaneda looks from one to the other, very interested, while Himuro rolls his eyes.

"If you followed that example, you'd get some phone numbers too..."

"Shut up! I know you wouldn't spend your tokens on any chick!"

"Yeah, I wouldn't spend it on chicks with whom I'm just fuck-buddies with,  anyway. But in Okubo's case..."

"Ugh, leave me alone!," Okubo turns his back on them, the tips of his ears red. "What I do with my tokens is my problem, okay? If I want to spend them on someone else, it's my fuckin' right!"

"Yeah, but I don't see how you're going to be able to bang someone with a stupid neon sign..."

"Ugh, forget it," Okubo rolls his eyes. "Lets just go to the counter already, I don't want anyone passing in front of me and taking that Ultraman keychain..."

The other three don't argue, following behind. But Rihito continued to stare at his back suspiciously. Himuro and Kaneda just hoped it didn't take too long for him to get what was going on too.

The prize counter was currently full, the attendants having to split up to tend to the queue of players who wanted to claim their prizes. Fortunately, no one there seemed to have won as many tokens as they did. It was one of the perks of being fighters with superhuman reflexes.

"We need to come back here more often. This is the perfect place to get useless, cool trinkets," Himuro comments, and Kaneda nods.

"I know, right! How about we take a day to choose the most expensive prize and join forces to gather enough tokens?"

“The problem is, we'd have to share whatever the prize is in that case. But I'm up for it, if y'all don't try to be smart asses about it."

"We were the ones who should be telling you that! You're the one who most needs to learn the concept of sharing..."

"Is this about those girls' phone numbers? I won't give you one, stop insisting!"

"Come on, what would it cost you? You have five hundred others in your contacts!"

"I swear, Rihito, you're worse than those elementary school kids who want everything the others have in their hands..."

"You could at least arrange something with one of them for me! The thin one had a prettier face, but the chubby one had a nice ass..."

"Man, I swear I want to help you, but I can't do shit when you don't help yourself!"

"Aren't you going to ask for the phone number of one of those girls too, Okubo?," Kaneda asks, while the other two argue. Okubo looks to the side before shaking his head.

"Nah, I'm good. It's not like Himuro would give one to me, anyway..."

Kaneda nods slowly, his fox-like eyes fixed on him as he leans toward the prize counter, inspecting it with interest.

"Man, it's kinda hard to choose. There aren't many with a culinary theme," He comments, frowning a little. Most are gamer-themed..."

"Huh. I wonder why? The fact that we're in an arcade shouldn't have anything to do with it."

"Shut up, Himuro."

"Why not choose one with a broader theme?," Kaneda suggests, leaning over to inspect the signs, which were exposed on the wall just behind the prize counter. "The one where you read 'Smile and Smash' is funny, because the word can refer to both food and fights. .."

"You're right!," Okubo smiles, excited, taking the tokens from his pocket and depositing them on the counter as he called, raising his arm, "Hey, lady, excuse me! I want to exchange these tokens here for that sign-"

"Hey, no! I want that sign there!"

Okubo immediately looks over his shoulder in surprise upon hearing the voice that exclaimed in agitation. He assumes a defensive posture, placing himself in front of the counter, straightening his back so his height and width are clearly evident. He didn't enjoy intimidating civilians, but if he had to...

"Oh, come on, don't make that face! I swear I'm willing to negotiate for it, haha."

Okubo's determination to fight for the prize wanes a little when he realizes who his challenger is. A woman was approaching quickly while smiling sympathetically at him, carrying a bag full of cute pins and charms. She nods in a friendly way, and if it weren't for the words she used, he would never have guessed that she was talking to him.

“Uhhhh…” He scratches the back of his head, exchanging a brief look with his friends, to which they just shrug. He turns to the girl again. "Sorry, lady, but… do you want that sign? That one specifically?," He points to said sign on the wall, to which the woman nods.

"Yes! Sorry, but I've had my eye on it since I walked into the arcade earlier."

"Well, so did I," He frowns a little, looking to the side. "Look, can't you pick another one? There are some really cool models too, and some even cute, girlier-"

“Hey, that's stereotyping, you know?," She puffs out her cheeks a little, and the expression reminds him a lot of Tomori. "I want this one, it's the one that best matches the aesthetics of my apartment. Why don't you choose another one? There are much more masculine ones there-"

“Hey, now you're the one stereotyping!,” He complains, raising his index finger in warning. And to his surprise, instead of taking his cue and raising her voice, she laughed. And it was a very delicate, bashful laugh, a hand with well-painted nails over her mouth.

"Ahaha, fair enough! Sorry about that. It's just that when you see a man as big and strong as you, a cute neon sign isn't the first thing you associate with him."

Okubo blinks, taking a few seconds to understand her words, as well as the slightly ingratiating smile that accompanied them. He distinctly hears Rihito mutter a “you gotta be kidding me…” from behind him, and he couldn't help but share the sentiment.

Holy shit… he would've looked around for the cameras recording a possible prank if he wouldn't look ridiculous doing it. He clears his throat in an attempt to find his voice.

"Uh... yeah, I'm a little box full of surprises, haha ," He laughs a little too loudly. "But the truth is that the sign isn't for me…"

"Is it for a sister? A niece? Anyway, it's very sweet of you," She deduces, her smile widening, "I'm even embarrassed to keep insisting on taking the sign, in this case."

"Uh- no, actually it's for-"

"How about we make a trade then?," She suddenly suggests. And at his confused expression, she laughed again. "Oh, am I being too forward? Sorry, I didn't even introduce myself. I'm Hirata Chise, but you can call me just Chise. And you?

"Huh... Okubo. Okubo Naoya," He answers, without thinking too much. And his surprise only grows when her eyes widen in sudden recognition.

"Okubo… wait, isn't that the name of that famous fighter? The MMA one?"

... Seriously, was that some kind of delusion? Was he dreaming and he didn't realize it? Or was he suddenly transported to a universe where women recognized him and were interested in him as if he had switched places with Himuro?

He again looked over his shoulder, wanting to see if Rihito, Himuro and Kaneda were listening to make sure he wasn't freaking out, but the three had walked a good few steps away, seeming interested in what the prize counter was displaying. Or at least they pretended to be. He'd known those fuckers long enough to know they had their ears pricked.

"Ahaha… yeah. That's me,” He nods, scratching the back of his head again, and the girl lets out an excited gasp.

"Damn, I can't believe I'm talking so casually with a guy like that!l" She exclaims, clapping her hands excitedly. "One of my friends back there commented that she thought you looked familiar!"

"Wow... I'm flattered, being recognized like this by a group of pretty girls. It doesn't happen every day, haha!," He comments without thinking much; if he hadn't been able to control his silver tongue all those weeks, he wouldn't be able to now. "But in that case... do you think an autograph and a selfie are enough to pay for the sign?"

She laughs again, shaking her head. "Nice try. But I was actually going to propose a more specific exchange."

"Oh... I'll cover part of the price for the sign, if that's the case, no fuss-"

"No, that's not it," She turns her head a little. "I'm not interested in money. I'm more interested in knowing a little more about the guy offering it to me."

... Holy fuck. That was the only reaction his mind was able to conjure up at the moment. Just... holy fuck.

He now wondered if the girl's initial intention was really to convince him to give up the sign, or if it was all just a pretext to get closer. And he wondered, too, if he wasn't being too arrogant to consider that possibility. But after all those years, he couldn't conceive a reality where women spontaneously flirted with him. None had done so before.

None, except for...

“Uh…look, lady-”

"Chise."

"Chise," He corrects himself. "I… damn, I don't even know what to say, haha…"

"You don't have to say anything, just answer if you accept my proposal. What do you think?," She plays with a lock of hair, tucking it behind her ear, and again, Tomori's smiling face appears in his head. "Want to go grab food after we exit the arcade? Your friends can come too! One of my friends even wants the number of that tanned guy..."

Okubo distinctly heard one of the guys further back having a coughing fit. Rihito, probably. He, however, concentrated on taking a closer look at the woman before him.

She must've been a little shorter than Kaneda. She was dressed casually and a little heavy, considering it was summer, but with the arcade's AC running, it shouldn't have been a nuisance to her. A delicate white wool cardigan over a baby blue boatneck top, a pink slant skirt, tights and ballet flats. It all complemented her proportionate figure. Her hair was black and straight, framing a face with skin so fair it was almost freckled. Her eyes were large and expressive, and her pink painted mouth looked very kissable.

Verdict: she was a pretty girl. Beautiful, even. Hell, two months ago he would've accepted the invitation without even thinking twice! But now...

Well, now all he could do was look at her clothes and think that cute pastel style would look just as good on Tomori.

Holy shit, if he'd had any doubts before that he was really fucked, it was gone for good.

"... I appreciate the invitation, Chise, seriously," He assures, smiling with a certain guilt. "But I can't accept it. What I was trying to say is that this sign is a gift for a woman, but not a sister or niece. It's a friend. But she's still someone important to me.

“…Oh,” Chise blinks, and her disappointed expression manages to make him feel a little guilty. “Wow, I- I didn't know you had a girlfriend…”

"I don't. But..."

“But she is a candidate for the post. Got it," She nods, looking to the side while making a face. "Damn, that's kinda embarrassing..."

"Don't feel bad, you're pretty as hell! It's just that I-"

"I understood. You don't have to try to make me feel better," She interrupts him, waving a hand. "I'm late, that's okay. Life goes on."

"Uh… my tanned friend can still give you his number, he's available," Holy shit, when would he have thought that one day he would offer Himuro's contact information to random women without seething with rage and envy?

"Oh… well…," She looks from behind him, suddenly interested. "Yeah, he's really hot, wow!"

He didn't know whether to be relieved or offended that she had recovered from his rejection so quickly, and all because of that man-whore's presence.

"Yeah, that's what they all say. I can call him right now if you want-"

"Hey, lady, is that a number you want? Well, you can stop looking for it now!"

Rihito's loud voice, right next to his right ear, made Okubo jump, but not as much as Chise did. She takes a step back as Rihito claps his friend's shoulder in a friendly way, smiling a bit too enthusiastically at her.

"So, what do you say? My pal here is not interested, but I sure am! You're a knockout, y'know?"

“Uh…thanks, but I-”

"And you still came with a bunch of equally hot friends! Wonderful, so none of my pals will be alone. Let’s exchange numbers! Then we can schedule a mixer!," He offers. "In the meantime, do you want help choosing another prize, since my friend here wants that dumb sign?"

"No, no need to-"

"Come on, don't be shy! I just want to lend you a hand, be a gentleman. You like gentlemen, right? I can be that and much more with the right encouragement, hehe- hey, hey, where are you going? We haven't even exchanged numbers yet! Hey!," he calls, a little too loudly, as the girl hurries away with a grimace. He sighs. "Man, it's always the same. But hey, this time it was for a good cause."

Okubo imitates poor Chise's grimace.

"Wait, is this serious? Like, it's nice of you and all, bro, but there's no need to scare the poor girl away just so I wouldn't get in a tight spot-"

"What? I didn't do this for you, what the hell! I did it because Himuro already got two numbers, and I'd be even more pissed if he got a third."

"... Son of a bitch. A genius, but still a son of a bitch. And stupid, because you ruined a chance to go out with that girl, I could have introduced you, to her, dumbass."

"Wow," Rihito raises an eyebrow. "Were you really going to introduce me to her? You, the guy who's as pussy starved as I am? So does that mean you weren't interested in her?"

Okubo's eyes widen at his friend's question, but he takes a deep breath, both to avoid punching him in the face and dying of embarrassment. "​​I can't do two different things at the same time outside the octagon, I'm focused on getting my freakin' prize!," he points to the sign. "And really, if you're that desperate, go to Miss Rino's club and leave me alone!"

"Without you? Man, the problem with your dick is worse than I thought..."

"You're going to have a problem with yours if you don't quit your bullshit…," Okubo threatens, getting tense, the tokens in his hand crumpling. "Either you stop bothering me or I'll make you a punching bag and we'll never come back here again!," he looks Rihito in the eyes, showing his full height, the shadow passing over the other. Himuro and Kaneda knew that pose very well, but he had never threatened Rihito with such anger.

Rihito blinks, momentarily perplexed. But considering how his expression darkened as well, he recovered pretty quickly.

"Huh? Are you trying to intimidate me,you jerk? You're thinking I'm afraid of your fucked-up face or something?," He yells, advancing and pointing to the other. "You're big but so am I, fucker! Fuckin' come at me!"

"Not as big as I am, asshole!"

Both raise their fists.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!," Himuro's voice interrupts them, while he puts himself between the two with Kaneda. "Let's stop right there because things are getting very serious! Seriously, Rihito, dude's hung up on only one girl, so let him be. And you, Okubo... you can stop hiding it, we already know that you got it bad for Miss Uta. So calm the fuck down, grab that stupid sign and lets get the hell outta here, okay?"

If there was a more effective way to quell a heated argument, Okubo didn't know it. He stares at Himuro, dumbfounded, mouth gaping in mute shock. He turns to the other two, wanting to say something, but his voice just won't come out. Rihito crosses his arms, frowning and still breathing heavily, while Kaneda just sighs heavily, running his right hand through his hair.

"Look, Himuro is right. Let's just get our prizes and leave before the arcade staff come shooing us out for good. We can talk better once we're out."

Rihito lets out a disinterested grunt, shrugging, while Okubo can't think of anything to reply. The expression 'deer in the headlights' seemed to have been made for him.

They exchange the tokens for the prizes and leave the arcade very quickly, being followed by several pairs of eyes. Yeah, apparently their faces wouldn't be forgotten so soon. Once on the street of the shopping area, Okubo seriously considered running away, but decided against it after concluding that those three would easily catch up with him, considering the movement around them. He didn't want to look like a coward, either.

He winces as he feels the three pairs of eyes glued to his back, practically burning the back of his neck. He wanted to tell them to fuck off, Rihito in particular. What the hell did they want him to say?! That he was sorry for not saying anything sooner? As if they had an obligation to share every single detail of their lives with each other...

"So," Himuro sighs. "We already know, big guy. Spit it out."

He lets out a huge grunt, throwing his head back in an exaggerated motion. Kaneda sighs too.

"Don't be dramatic, Okubo, c'mon..."

"I'm not! Why do I have to spit out something?," He asks, a little too aggressively, as he glares at them over his shoulder. "Haven't you already figured it all out on your own? Aren't you hard-boiled detectives, the fucking japanese Sherlock Holmeses? So there's that!"

"Yeah, but we still want to hear it from your mouth..."

"Well, it ain't gonna happen! And you won't make me, not even if you threaten to beat the shit outta me, the three of you at the same time," He warns, pointing to them. Rihito, Himuro and Kaneda looked at each other, communicating non-verbally in a way that got on his nerves. And then Rihito snorts, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone.

"Oh, we won't? I didn't want to do this, but you gave me no choice."

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"If you don't say what we want to hear right now, I'm going to call Miss Uta and spill the beans to her."

"What- No!," Okubo almost screams, turning around immediately, his eyes bugging out. "It doesn't- I mean- you're bluffing, you asshole! You don't even have her number!"

"And how do you know?," Rihito narrows his eyes menacingly. "I entered her house even before you did, remember? What guarantee do you have that I haven't had her number for a while too?"

"Rihito...!," Okubo growls, getting redder by the second, and Himuro and Kaneda move away to avoid the collision, in case he charges at the other. "I swear I'll rearrange your whole fucking face! Drop that phone!"

"Eh, I don’t feel like it," He slides his thumb up and down the screen in defiance. "My thumb is itching to press the call button..."

"I'm serious! Give me that shit!," Okubo reaches out, furious, but Rihito is faster, throwing the phone aside. The device is deftly picked up by Himuro, and Okubo just wants to scream in frustration. "Damn you...! What do you want from me?"

“We want the truth, man. That's all," Himuro shakes the phone from side to side as Okubo scratches his scalp hard.

"Ugh, why? Didn't you already figure it out on your own?!"

"Yes, but it's still serious enough to demand confirmation from the accused party himself," Kaneda declares, and when Okubo tries to steal the cell phone from Himuro's hands, he more than quickly throws it to him, and Kaneda puts it inside his garments. "Come on, just say yes or no. Are you in love with Miss Uta?"

"I..."

"Don't give me that 'I' crap, it's yes or no, dipshit!," Rihito rolls her eyes. "Go ahead, spit it out, or Kaneda will have a lot to talk about with Miss Uta on the phone.”

"Fucking hell, I hate you guys...!"

"We love you too. Now answer us, goddamn it, before-"

"YES!," Okubo finally shouts, throwing his arms up in absolute frustration and making some people passing nearby jump. "I've got it bad for her, damn it! So much so that it even scares me a little! I keep thinking about having the sappiest moments possible with her and I can't even be embarrassed about of it, for fuck's sake! I know this all started because I wanted to get laid, but now that's not all I want, okay? She's cute, funny, firm in her convictions and fiercer than half the guys I've faced in my matches! I want that woman all to myself, and if I have to give up the playboy lifestyle, then so be it! She's worth ten thousand others!," He faces his friends, furiously red, breathing hard. "There, I said it! Are you jerks happy now?!"

Rihito, Himuro, and Kaneda just stare at him, eyes wide and jaws slack. The uncomfortable silence lasts for almost half a minute, where they are sizing each other up, waiting for someone to make the first move. Some people on the street were watching them, curious, worried about the shouting, some even laughing as they sneered at Okubo. Did he have time to run to the light and throw himself in front of the first car that passed?

It is then that Himuro lets out a farting sound, turning his face to the side. Kaneda hides a chuckle by covering his mouth with the sleeve of his robes, and Rihito opens a huge devilish smile.

"Yeah, man, now we are. But you wanna hear something funny?"

"What?!"

"I was really bluffing. Miss Uta never gave me her number. Sorry about that, hehehe."

“Wha- oooooh, you fucking bitches!," Okubo almost squeals, barely making himself heard amidst the laughter of his friends. "You tricked me! You deceived me! You stabbed me in the back! You fucking traitors! You deserve to burn in Hell!

"Hell? After everything we've been doing to help our soap opera protagonist? Our little allotment in Heaven is already reserved!," Himuro declares, imitating his dramatic tone, and Rihito laughs mischievously.

"Reserved with all honors, because only a saint can endure all this sissy shit without wanting to pull his hair out, hehehahaha!"

"But our mission will only be complete when the main couple is made official, which I hope will happen without half of this fussiness, for the sake of Okubo's dignity," Kaneda comments, still laughing, and the three disperse between laughs while Okubo tried to kick them, mortified.

"I'm going to make your death certificates official, you assholes!"

"Don't do that, Okubo! You can't tell Miss Uta everything you told us from inside a prison cell!"

"No, he can! This will only make the soap opera even more dramatic and interesting to watch!"

"A statement straight from the penitentiary, guys, it's pure originality! It's just a shame that Okubo won't be able to remain faithful in that case, if the stories about what goes on in the showers there are true!"

"Seriously, can you guys remind me why we're still friends? At the moment I can't think of any reason! You shitheads...," Okubo gives up on his rage, putting his right hand on his furiously red face and groaning, trying to ignore how the other three laughed in his ear.

"Want a reminder, you jerk? Don't forget that we've been willing to accompany you all these weeks to that sugar shack, all the times you wanted to see this girl, without asking for anything in return," Rihito points at him, to which Okubo rolls his eyes.

"Anything? I've already lost count of how many cookies, donuts, croissants and nightcaps I had to pay you."

"And that, for your bank account, is the same as nothing!"

"You really think that I shit money, don't you?"

"Doesn't matter! The point is," Kaneda starts, raising a finger. "We've always been here, supporting you, haven't we? We helped you with every doubt you had about the best ways to approach Miss Uta."

"We even agreed to learn how to cook rice balls and research about flowers when you insisted on that complete bouquet shit," Himuro crosses his arms. "Is that being a traitor? You ungrateful asshole."

Okubo blushes again, remorse overcoming his anger and embarrassment. He presses the neon sign box to his chest.

“I… I'm sorry, guys. It's just that...," He then sighs, running a hand over his face. "I've wanted to be open with you for a while, but I couldn't..."

"Why not?"

"Because I knew you were going to make fun of me, damn it!"

"Of course we would! It's one of life's inevitabilities!," Rihito shrugs. "Even more so with that statement of yours now. We really didn't expect you to give in with such enthusiasm..."

"Give in? What does that... oooh, you...!," His eyes widened when he realized. "Was all that antics, from the arcade until here, on purpose? Even your teasing, you bleached fag?!"

"That's not what your mom called me last night! But yeah, it was on purpose," Rihito admits, not seeming at all ashamed of it. "After seeing you rejecting a babe like that, we had no more doubts. It was all about getting you to spit it all out.

"Yep! And there's no 'we', Himuro and I had realized it a long time ago," Kaneda says. "I just wanted to make sure that you yourself had realized it too."

“Yeah, I… I already had. It's been a few days, actually," Okubo admits, a little grudgingly. Now that he'd given himself away like an idiot, there was no point in trying to hide it. The four of them resume walking, still talking. "Since that day I entered her house for the first time."

"Jeez, since that day? But…," Himuro then blinks. "Wait, wasn't it the same day you found out about the posters in her room?"

"Holy shit, it is! So that's why you didn't bang her?," Rihito asks, a bit indignant. "Because you realized that you've got it bad for her? Was the poster thing a lie?"

"Hell no, it was true!," He reassures quickly. "I didn't send pictures to prove it only because I was too shocked at the time!"

"And because it would be a tremendous disrespect for her privacy, right?"

“… Y-Yeah, that too."

"Good lord..."

"Anyway!," Okubo shakes his head, his face red. "I did intend to finally get to third base with her that night, and the fucking posters got in the way. But then when I realized how I felt... I concluded that this was no longer my priority. I'm not saying I don't want it anymore!," He warns when Rihito opens his mouth to say something. "Because I really want to! It's just that this is no longer my main goal, but a consequence of it."

"So your main goal is for Miss Uta to be your girlfriend, is that it?," Himuro asks, and Okubo nods shyly.

"Yeah. My official girlfriend, the kind I won't hide even from paparazzi."

"You wouldn't have to, it's not like you need to worry about paparazzi on the same rate as Sekibayashi or Gaolang…”

"Fuck off, Himuro."

"Anyway, it's like Kaneda said, isn't it?," Rihito says suddenly. "The soap opera doesn't end while the main couple isn't made official. As long as Miss Uta is not officially your girl, this hullabaloo will never end. So in that case..."

"What? Are you- Are you still going to help me?," Okubo asks, surprised and a little emotional, "Even with the change of plans?"

"Of course! I mean, it's not like I can make a pass at her right after you any longer. I would be the biggest backstabber this side of Tokyo," Rihito shrugs, "And if you become a fallen soldier, there's less competition during our 'hunts'."

“And one less desperate idiot to bother me when I'm gathering phone numbers,” Himuro nods, and Okubo stares at them, unimpressed.

“I should've figured it was because you were going to get something out of it…"

"Yeah, we all got something out of it. You included. Come on, we still want to see you happy, and we've proved that to you from the start, haven't we?," Kaneda smiles, giving him a friendly pat on the back. "We're just going to keep doing what we've always done. Not even our strategies need to change. You've seen how good we are with them."

"Yeah! Thanks to our masterstroke, you spilled the beans," Rihito raises a thumb, smiling sharply. "We just need to maintain the quality of the service and Miss Uta will be yours in no time. And it's not like she doesn't want the same anyway."

Okubo swallows a little, trying to clear a sudden lump in his throat. Those fuckers managed to prove themselves the best of friends even when they were acting like self-serving assholes, holy shit...

"Yeah... thanks, guys... but do you really think she feels the same?"

"Bro, only an idiot wouldn't think so! She's been crazy about you from the start!," Rihito gestures, to which the bald man shakes his head.

"She was crazy about me from the beginning like a fan is crazy about her idol. But now things have changed between us. And even with the dates, kisses and fun times spent together, I don't know if her feelings are growing alongside mine, at least not at the same speed..."

"Dude, give us a fucking break!," Rihito rolls his whole head along with his eyes. "Worrying about this now will only get in the way of your plans. If she doesn't happen to feel that way now, just make sure she feels that way from now on!"

"Man, it's not that simple..."

“Actually, it is that simple. Yes, Rihito is right, as absurd as it may seem," Kaneda nods, ignoring when Rihito gives him the middle finger. "Even if by some chance she hasn't reached the same level as you in terms of how she feels, nothing prevents her from reaching that point eventually. Just keep doing what you're doing, it's been working so far."

"But I personally don't think that's the case," Himuro comments. "The way she was looking at you when Murobuchi showed up at the bakery that day... if that wasn't the look of a girl who was completely smitten, I don't know what else would be."

"Really?!"

"Trust me, I'm somewhat of an expert in that department."

"Stop using our pal's amorous afflictions as a pretext to boast, you man-whore!"

"Ahahaha!," Okubo laughs loudly, his free hand on his stomach. The other three stare at him in disbelief.

"He didn't give a shit about Himuro's exhibitionism… yeah, he's really fucked."

"Yeah, but he seems to be happy about it too. That's what matters, I guess."

"No, that's- that's not it! It's just that I…," Okubo coughs a little to try to control his laughter. "It's just that I'm feeling lighter, after finally telling you guys the truth. It's too good to know that I no longer need to hide, pretend, make excuses..."

“Yeah, well, now you're free to be the hopeless romantic you've always been inside. We're not going to judge you… too much," Rihito adds after thinking, and then he laughs at Okubo's frown. "Come on, man, isn't it enough that we're on your side? That we want this to happen almost as much as you? I said that day, making this girl yours is now a matter of honor!"

"Yes! Seriously, thanks, Rihito-"

"And if you want to thank me when you two are officially together, her friend's number is enough payment!"

"Holy shit, this obsession of yours reached pathological levels! You fucking nutcase!"

The four of them continued walking, laughing and teasing each other, normality returning with an ease that Okubo was very grateful for. In love or not, he hoped he never changed how he saw his best friends, and he hoped they wanted the same...

It is then that Rihito's phone, still inside Kaneda's robes, vibrates. Kaneda stops walking, taking it out of there and giving him back to it's owner.

"Here, man. I forgot about it during the conversation..."

"Well, it served its purpose and that's enough, hehe. Okay, let's see who's bothering me this time...," He comments without much interest, dragging his thumb up on the screen. "A message from Kazuo about the thing with the licenses, and... wow!," He suddenly stops short, widening his eyes, as the other three almost run into him.

"Damn, don't block the way like that, dumbass!," Himuro exclaims. "What is it?"

"It's a message from Koga!," Rihito clicks on the contact, opening a huge, excited smile. "They did it, guys! Miss Kanami and the whole gang from the bakery found an available location!"

"Wait, really?!," Okubo exclaims, a little too loudly, while Himuro, Kaneda and he run to crowd around Rihito, wanting to see the messages too. "They really did?"

"Yeah! Apparently Gaoh found an empty lot not far from the SJPW headquarters that is the perfect size for the new facility. They went to check with Kazzy to see if there was a way to get in touch with the lot's original owner, and then Yoshitake helped too," Rihito explains while sliding the screen upwards with his thumb. "Now it's official, the lot is now Auntie's property!"

"Oh, this is great!," Kaneda exclaims while the other three punch the air excitedly. "​​After all these weeks, their efforts finally paid off! They honestly deserve it..."

"For sure! And we were part of it!," Himuro exchanges a high-five with Rihito. "Miss Kanami must be throwing punches of joy around, hahaha!"

"As long as it's not at us, I support it!," Okubo laughs loudly. ​​"Man, that calls for a celebration!"

"Koga and you thought the same thing, bro!," Rihito laughs out loud too, bringing the phone closer to Okubo’s face. "He’s already inviting everyone to a party at the sugar shack, that’s why he sent these messages!"

"What, today? Now?"

"Yeah! What do you say, gentlemen?," Rihito smiles invitingly. "Is there still room left in those bellies of yours for a feast?"

"Hell yeah!," Okubo, Himuro and Kaneda exclaim in unison, throwing their arms up. Hell, there would always be room in their stomachs for the wonderful food at the Heavy Bakery, especially when it had the sweet taste of victory going with it!

And for Okubo, that was another excellent excuse, because he could celebrate alongside Tomori! He could congratulate her on that achievement, eat and have fun with her in a happy and festive atmosphere and who knows, maybe even ask her to dance if they decided to play music...

It's then that an idea pops into his head, making him pause, arms still outstretched. He turns to his friends, his excitement building.

"Wait, guys, time out! I just had the best idea, but it's going to require us to go back to my apartment. We're going to need my car."

The other three stop celebrating and stare at him, curious.

"Oh yeah? Why?"

Okubo smiles in a hopeful way.

"Well, you won't want to carry our musical instruments on foot, on your backs, will you?"

NEXT CHAPTER

#Kengan Ashura #Kengan Omega #kenganverse #fanfiction #Okubo Naoya #Naoya Okubo #okubo x oc #kengan oc #Rihito #Himuro Ryo #Kaneda Suekichi #cookies'n cream #the heavy bakery series

[thegeminisage]

THE FINAL FRONTIER breakdown

as always my first impressions were typed hastily and in shorthand w typos on my phone and i am translating them to proper readable language

opening scene was very reminiscent of mad max and the sound effects made me think of sybok as darth vader, lol. when i realized he was vulcan i knew exactly who he had to be

the first mind meld scene was like. weirdly sexual. that share your pain thing also reminded me so much of sound of my voice lol

cathy's reaction to the names in the credits: sighing heavily on seeing william shatner's name. no reaction to leonard nimoy's name. delight at seeing deforest kelley.

second scene of the movie i watched while blinded by tears because spock was there. to be fair to me i had been primed by the world's longest rock climbing scene ever in which i glorified in the sheer fact that i was NOT watching tng. i needed this so much. my reward for finishing most of the first two seasons which is some of the worst tv i have ever watched in my entire life.

cat lady with three tits. bill shatner is a fucking freak

every time there's a woman catherine and i have a bit where we gasp and go, in shock, a woman! but when it's a romunlan woman we really are shocked every single time. just like in the enterprise incident, so true

uhura is still super mega fucking hot in these movies btw. she's so beautiful. it's very cute that she's with scotty i guess (and i was really surprised!! i guess this explains why i see them as a side pairing in fics so often) but she could be marrying ME instead

thrilled to learn that bones can cook and that spock is. willing to sample his beans, as it were

i loved the whole camping scene. i understand the Plot of this movie is bad but the character scenes were some of the best in all 5 movies and indeed the entire tos series. like this is the most married those 3 old men have EVER been. "we don't have families but we have each other" THEY WERE LITERALLY DOING THE GAY FOUND FAMILY ON ACCIDENT. HOW DID WILLIAM SHATNER WRITE THIS???

"i've always known i'll die alone" is maybe the worst thing kirk has ever said or will ever say and i don't want to talk about it.

my one point of complaint is "marsh melon" or whatever spock said. it was cute but i know his ass read and pronounced it alone in his quarters like 700 times first. it's like when you make castiel not know what an egg is. maybe he was being silly on purpose to amuse kirk and bones <3

LOVED their singing. i didn't think they'd actually do it but they did. times were different back then

bones was in fine form in this movie. he had a lot to complain about but he also jumped to spock's defense at least once that i remember right off hand. i swear he just gets progressively better with each season/movie the way uhura just keeps getting hotter. some things truly do get better with age ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

i loved how when spock had some distress re: potentially recognizing sybok they all had to go in their little longue and have a heart to heart together with him. i don't think this movie ever left anyone out - even in the voyage home, which i LOVE, bones was left out of the kirk-and-spock duo. but almost every single scene they had involved all three of them. truly a win for the throuple enjoyers <3

really mixed feelings about naked uhurua. i'm glad she got to sing her little song. and she is, again, extremely hot. AND i love when she gets to surprprise people even though nothing will ever beat her telling that little ensign to get in the fucking closet. but how could they DOOO that to her william shatner IS going to hell

"hold your horse captain" made me chuckle. also, can you vulcan nerve pinch a fucking HORSE?? i guess you can now. i bet they had to train those horses so well. how often do you see a fucking HORSE play dead

when sybok was like "well spock what do you have to say" and spock, outnumbered 100 to 1, guns pointed at him, obviously in deep turmoil, was silent and expressionless for 5000 years and then replied with "you are are under arrest." KING shit

sorry to be like this but spock with a gun was fucking awesome. i'm glad he didn't shoot his bro but still.

the three of them truly bickered like an old married throuple in the brig. bones coming to spock's defense was so funny he's like fine to gang up on spock until he realizes kirk is genuinely upset and then he switches sides because they're only supposed to gang up on him for fun

"STAND BACK" i knew those idiots weren't going to get the morse code in time and it was still funny. same with scotty like "i know this ship like the back of my hand! [BONK]" anyway he totally came in clutch i love him sm

i don't remember why i wrote "bones is so frail and waiflike" because we said it about 7000 times during this film but it's true

spock's rocket shoes saving the day nearly made me cry again except i got jerked out of it by my SHEER ECSTATIC GLEE that he got to take both kirk and bones ently in his arms while carrying them around. wow <3 love wins <3

"the people of your world once believed it was flat but columbus proved it was round" bitch the fuck he did. i'm blaming william shatner for that one. who knew that in 2023 they would still fucking think the earth was flat

the whole thing with bones's dad was fucking brutal. normally we talk through everything but we were dead silent for that bit. even though i knew what was gonna happen my jaw was on the fucking ground

spock's little baby vulcan ears...wait hold on

LOOK AT HIM!!!

that birth looked brutal. for once i'm giving aos some credit whatever they had going on looked much nicer. sarek seemed less disgusted too. maybe this was just spock's imagination he was like yeah my dad took one look at me when i popped out of the womb and diagnosed me with human cuz i was crying lmao

the second half of this movie was where the plot started getting dicey for me. i didn't really care what was going on before now bc i was having fun but when they started talking about the great barrier i got confused. i thought that was on the outside of the galaxy? and i thought at the center of the galaxy was some fucking anomaly and the devil lived there. cuz that was in the animated series. i know. i watched the whole thing.

like we get there and everyones like wow its so beautiful! like no offense cool rocks bro but ??? there's literally nothing there

the big ribcage rocks popping up out of the ground gave us a laugh. at first were like: hopeful: tentacles? no. just spikes. this place is not a place of honor etc

god as a giant inverted face over white light who shot lasers out of his eyes was the stupidest fucking thing i have ever seen in my life. i laughed so hard. i do love though that kirk is apparently an atheist who enjoys backtalking god. he talked to god the way he talks to computers when he's trying to suicide-bait them

i wish we had gotten some explanation of what that actually was? and why everyone thought it was god? but whatever. apparently this movie was also trying to say something about cults but it didn't. again, whatever, i was mostly having fun with whatever was going on so i didn't care but the plot was really very very bad

at one point in my hysterics i typed "LMAO GOD'S GONNA FUCK THE SHIP" as in "and make jim jealous because that's what he wants to do" but i don't remember why so i'll just leave it as the mystery that it is.

spock's little "get ahold of yourself" when bones started being frantic about jim being al;one down there after the two of them got beamed up. lol.

spock's little "damn you, sir" 🥰

metal as hell and also anime as hell that they killed god. what a ride that was. first i thought kirk was gonna do it. then i thought the klingons did it. then it was SPOCK that did it. i could not have asked for a better outcome

"not in front of the klingons" i finally have context for this. i had seen snatches of it in gifs and videos but it was even gayer than i imagined. WILLIAM SHATNER WROTE THIS???

genuinely in SHOCK they ended it with them camping again. i was like if they start singing i am Going to scream. and you know what they did?? yes. yes. yes.

i don't understand why everyone hates this movie. like, yes, the plot was bad near the end. the villain was bad. the stuff about god being In Your Heart was lame af. but the character moments were PERFECT and the movie was extremely funny and everyone was very charming. it boggles the mind that it almost meant there was no sixth movie. like it wasn't perfect but it had so many redeeming qualities!!

that said. i did watch it after some of the worst tng i have Ever seen AND on the same day i watched into darkness so maybe that has something to do with it lmao

#personal #star trek blogging #tff lb #one day i'll read the novelization...i just got stuck on wrath of khan because i can't find it in a good format