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The Doll House - A Choso x Reader Fanfic Part 1
When your younger sister is tricked into selling herself to the Doll House, you rush there to help her, only to find her being led away by her trainer, Choso. Moved by your desire to save your sister, he convinces the owner to let you take her place.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Read Geto’s Part Here!
Read Toji’s Part Here!
Read Nanami’s Part Here!
Read Sukuna’s Part Here!
Read Gojo’s Part Here!
Note: Please remember that these stories don’t take place at the same time, or even one after the other! Consider each one its own timeline. So if you see Geto and Toji with other dolls, don’t be alarmed lol. I had to do it this way because if I don’t, by the time I get to the last trainer, there won’t be any other trainers left to interact with!
On the outskirts of town, there stands a particular shop called the “Doll House”. Inside its walls you can find a “doll” to match any taste you might have. All your desires will be fulfilled, no matter how depraved. Satisfaction is guaranteed! The dolls are exceptionally high quality, thanks to the skillful trainers who work with them twenty-four hours a day, molding them into perfect toys for your enjoyment.
Each trainer has a specialty that they focus on, and they all take great pride in their work. Their methods differ greatly, their approaches vary, but they all follow one rule: never get attached to a doll. After the training is complete, they hand the dolls over to their new owners, and never see them again. However, just once over the course of their careers, trainers are allowed to pick a doll they’ve personally trained and keep her as their own.
AU! Each trainer will get their own story! This is Choso’s. I’m keeping the tag list from previous parts. If you’d like to be tagged in future parts, let me know! You must be an adult to be tagged! Any feedback whatsoever is adored!
Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. FemDom. Sub Choso. Oral sex. Foot kissing. Divider by @benkeibear!
Your phone won’t stop buzzing. Even with the sound turned off, it’s making a racket in your bag, disturbing the important meeting you’re in. With a sigh, you slip it out to look at the Lock Screen. Your younger sister has sent you several messages. Wondering what kind of trouble she’s gotten herself into this time, you tap the latest message to open all of them.
“Sis, I need your help! It’s an emergency!!!!”
“Yosaku is in trouble with his dad. He needs money right now or the old man’s gonna kill him!!”
“We’re at the Doll House. Yosaku says he’ll win big at the next race and buy out my contract.”
“Guess I’m a doll now! Why won’t you answer me?! This is important!!!”
“The owner went to find a trainer for me. God, I hope I don’t get the BDSM guy!”
“Sis, I’m scared!!! Yosaku left and I don’t think he’s coming back!”
You clench the phone in your hand so hard, you almost break it.
“Fucking Yosaku!” you shout, then notice the dozen pairs of eyes that all immediately shift to you. You’re so enraged that you forgot you’re in a meeting. You apologize and excuse yourself, quickly leaving the office building where you work and heading toward the Doll House.
Your sister has been dating the son of a small time Yakuza boss for a little over six months now, and the two bit wannabe gangster has already ruined her life.
Before meeting Yosaku, your sister was always so sweet and never got into trouble. Despite only being four years older than her, you practically raised her. She’s the only family you have, and as such, you’re fiercely protective of her.
So when she introduced you to Yosaku, six years her senior, good looking in a “bad boy” sort of way, and with a terrible personality, you knew he was bad news. The fact that they started dating almost immediately after she turned eighteen was a big red flag. It’s like he was waiting for her, like a vulture.
She started getting into trouble within two weeks of meeting him. She got caught shoplifting items he instructed her to take (and he of course fled the scene when she was spotted). He got mad and ditched her in a dangerous part of town one night. He talked her into gambling away all her money. And a whole list of other things. Each time, you had to go and rescue her. And each time, you begged her to dump him before he got her into real, serious trouble.
Now she’s at the Doll House? Unbelievable! How could he convince her to give up ten years of her life for him?! You can only hope you make it there in time to stop the sale.
When you barge in the front door, past a front desk with a startled receptionist, and into a large circular room, you find your sister. She’s being led away by a pale man with a strange hairstyle, and she looks like a deer in the headlights.
“Stop!” you scream, rushing forward and ripping your sister’s arm out of the man’s hand. “Don’t touch my sister, you pervert!”
You don’t know a whole lot about the Doll system or the Doll House, but everyone knows the basics. The men here train women to be sex toys, usually with some bizarre fetish. A friend once told you a guy here makes his dolls crawl on the ground like a dog while wearing a butt plug. Unimaginable!
The man looks at you, seeming confused. “Oh, don’t worry. I’m not anyone suspicious. I’m just her trainer.”
You place yourself in front of your sister, blocking his view of her. “You think I’m gonna let you train her to do depraved… sex stuff? I won’t let you hurt her!”
“I’m not going to hurt her,” he says, looking a little hurt himself that you would suggest such a thing. “My job is to prepare her to be a doll. I’m helping her.”
He seems so honest, but you can’t let yourself be fooled. “I don’t care what your job is. You can’t have my sister! Look at her, she’s just eighteen! She’s practically a baby! She’s still a virgin! You can’t turn her into-“
“Actually, sis, I’m not a virgin,” you hear your sister say behind you, making you wince. You assumed so, but it sucks to have it confirmed. Fucking Yosaku.
You look at her over your shoulder. “That’s not important right now.” Then you turn back to the man. “Please, don’t take her. She’s the only family I have. She has her whole life ahead of her.”
The trainer’s face softens slightly, as if he feels bad for you. “I’m sorry,” he says, “but she already signed the contract. There’s nothing I can do.”
“But there has to be some way out of this! Her lowlife boyfriend coerced her!”
“What’s going on in here?” a voice asks.
All of you look over to see a silver haired woman standing just inside the room. She’s holding a silk fan in one hand, the breathless receptionist standing beside her.
“Who are you?” you ask her.
She flips a long braid over her shoulder. “I’m the owner of this establishment. And if you’re here to stop a sale, you’re too late. Unless you want to pay some rather punishing fees for breaking the contract.”
You narrow your eyes. “Just how much are these fees?”
The owner snaps her fingers, and the receptionist scurries to grab a pen and paper. The owner writes something on it and the receptionist presents it to you. She wasn’t kidding when she said they were punishing! You’d never be able to pay this back! Even with your pretty good job. Your sister’s credit would be ruined forever. And you’d have to work yourself to the bone and you’d probably still lose everything.
Your mind races. Think! Think! There has to be a way out of this! An idea pops into your mind. A terrible one, but it’s the only one you have at the moment.
“What if I take her place?” you ask.
Your sister steps out from behind you to look you in the face. “Sis, no, this is my-“
“Just be quiet,” you hiss, using the sort of tone you took while caring for her as a child. The “angry mother” tone, she called it. She falls silent.
The owner looks you up and down. “I don’t know… We’ve never done something like that before.”
You get down on your knees, looking up at the owner with a pleading expression. “Please! My sister is young and naive. She can’t handle life as a doll. But I can! As the older sister, it’s my responsibility to protect her!”
Beside the owner, the trainer’s eyes widen. Then, suddenly, he moves over and gets down to his knees right next to you, bowing his head low.
“I’m asking as well,” he says to the owner, shocking you. “Out of respect for her wanting to protect her sister, could you let them trade places? The older sister would be more suited to my training anyway.”
The owner looks slightly flustered to be met with such old fashioned, formal pleas. But she sighs and says, “Alright, I’ll go get the paperwork fixed up.”
As she walks away, the trainer stands up, then offers you his hand. Still somewhat in shock, you take it and let him help you up.
“Thanks,” you tell him. “But why did you help me?”
He gives you a subtle smile. “I understand wanting to protect a younger sibling. I have a little brother I would do anything for.”
Wow, he’s actually pretty cute… for a sex crazed pervert. It just now occurs to you that he’s going to be your trainer now. This cute guy is going to be doing all sorts of depraved things to you!
Your sister hugs you suddenly, her face wet with tears. “You didn’t have to do that! This was my problem!”
You pull away from her and stroke her hair. “Yes, I did have to do this. Just promise me one thing: that you’ll stay away from Yosaku. He’s dangerous! The next time he gets you into trouble, I won’t be there to help. Don’t make what I’m doing be for nothing.”
Your sister nods. “I promise! I’m all done with him!”
After reading over and signing all the paperwork, you and your sister say your goodbyes. Then you turn to your trainer and say. “Well, I’m all yours.”
He reaches out and gently takes your hand, then leads you down a hallway. He actually seems… sweet? You can’t imagine him doing perverted things to you. But he is a trainer here. Sooner or later, this man is going to have sex with you. You’re not some blushing virgin, but the thought still makes you a little embarrassed.
Once inside his room, he shuts the door behind the two of you. His room looks surprisingly neat, clean, and comfortable. No crazy props or weird toys hanging on the walls. Thank goodness.
“Feel free to sit down,” he says, gesturing toward a pair of chairs on either side of a small table.
You walk over and take a seat, watching him a bit warily. You still don’t know what kind of fetish he specializes in.
“I’ll tell you about my training,” he says, as if he can read your mind. You sit up straight in the chair to listen as he goes on. “I train women to be Doms. Dominant. I will call you Mistress. My name is Choso but you can call me whatever you like. I will do anything you tell me to. For the next six weeks, I belong to you. Oh, before you ask, I can’t get you out of the contract. That’s up to the owner, not me.”
Wait. What? He’s training you to be a Dom? You’ve heard the term before, but it conjures up an image of a woman in a black leather corset, cracking a whip. You’re supposed to do that stuff with him?
“So, you’ll do anything I ask?”
He nods. “As long as it doesn’t violate any of the house rules, and is within my power.”
That doesn’t sound so bad. But you’re not naive. You know this is supposed to lead to things of a sexual nature. This is the Doll House after all. But at least you’ll probably get to do things at your own pace. You feel yourself relaxing slightly.
“Can you get me a cup of coffee?” you ask, curious to see how he responds.
“Of course, Mistress. How would you like it?”
“Hot. Heavy on the cream, no sugar.”
He gives you a small bow of his head. “Right away, Mistress.”
You watch him leave the room, then exhale deeply. Why does any doll trained by him ever do any of the sex stuff? Why not just make him rub your feet and bring you snacks for six weeks? You suppose that would defeat the purpose of being trained. What was it he called it? Preparing you to be a doll? Whoever your owner ends up being, he’s definitely going to expect some sex stuff.
But do you have to initiate it? Command Choso to sleep with you? You can’t imagine doing that.
He walks back in with a steaming cup and reaches it to you as if he’s a butler. You glance up at him, and you think he’d look really good in a butler uniform.
You noticed it before, but he’s really cute. He’s like a quiet goth guy without the piercings. His hair is styled into two short ponytails, one on either side of his head. It’s not a style you’ve seen before, but it looks good on him. His clothes are a bit baggy, making you curious about what’s under them.
The coffee is delicious, and Choso watches you drink it silently. After you sit the cup down, he asks, “Is there anything else you’d like me to do?”
You think for a moment. “You’ll do anything? Even if it’s something embarrassing or demeaning?”
“Of course, Mistress.”
You frown. “I don’t know. It seems wrong to force you to do things.”
A gentle smile appears on his face. “If you’re concerned about consent, please don’t worry. I work here voluntarily because I like doing stuff like this. I’m happy to do anything you want. No matter what it is.”
There’s an eagerness in his voice that makes your heart beat fast. You take a deep breath and say, “Kiss my foot!”
You really just want to test whether he’ll actually do anything you say or not, and this seems like a relatively tame command. Actually it’s not sexual at all.
Or so you think, until Choso gracefully drops to his knees in front of you and, oh so gently, removes your high heeled shoe from your right foot. Then his hands move to your thigh, sliding just under your skirt. You start to yell at him, but then you realize he’s pulling your stocking down, slowly sliding it down your leg and off your foot.
His eyes lock onto yours as he carefully lifts your foot up in his hand, holding it up close to his face. He licks his lips, then presses them softly to the top of your foot as his hand caresses your ankle.
Oh wow. Okay, you kind of get how this all turns sexual. Choso on his knees in front of you, so eager to please, is doing things to you.
He stands back up, the tiniest hint of a grin on his pale face. He knows what he’s doing. He wouldn’t be a very good trainer if he didn’t. “Is there anything else you’d like me to do, Mistress?”
Your heart is racing. You feel your face heating up. Fuck, did he just seduce you with a single kiss to your foot? You cough awkwardly and look away from his pretty face.
“I’m not sure what else to make you do,” you say, then quickly add, “What would you do if I told you to strip?”
He instantly begins pulling his loose fitting shirt over his head.
“Wait! I wasn’t serious! I was just messing around!” you yell, but his shirt is already off, dangling from his hand. Your eyes drink in his well defined torso, surprised by how toned he is. A cute face and a hot body? Plus he’s sweet and gentle? Is this guy the total package or what?
You shake your head. You can’t let yourself fall for him. He’s your trainer. He’s done this same stuff, and much more, with lots of other women. And besides, in six weeks you’ll belong to someone else. You just hope whoever that is has half of Choso’s charm.
“I’m sorry, Mistress, I thought you wanted me to undress,” he says, pulling his shirt back on. Why does he sound a little disappointed?
Now you really want to see what he’s packing beneath those baggy pants, but you can’t bring yourself to command him to show you. Not so soon after meeting him anyway.
“It’s my fault,” you tell him. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
He smiles at you. It’s a very warm expression. “Please don’t worry about it, Mistress. I’m here to please you.”
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Choso watches his new doll as she stands up and looks around the room. This will be her room for the next six weeks, so it’s good for her to familiarize herself with it.
“Can I go get some of my things from home?” she asks.
“Yes. You can leave the house so long as you come back by nightfall. That’s one of the house rules. If you go out at night, I have to go with you.”
She looks at her watch. “I guess I’ll just go tomorrow,” she says. “So what do we do for dinner?”
“There’s a dining hall where we all usually eat our meals,” he tells her, then goes on to explain what times meals are served and tells her about the small shared kitchen. He goes over some more house rules and also warns her that the other trainers all have their own styles, so she shouldn’t be surprised to see naked dolls or dolls in strange outfits.
She seems to be taking it all in fairly well.
For dinner, she opts to stay in his room while he fetches plates, saying she isn’t quite ready to meet everyone else. She also tells him to eat at the small table in his room with her. Some dolls, perhaps angry about being dolls in the first place, order him to sit on the floor and eat. It doesn’t bother Choso, but he does think his new doll seems nice so far.
“So you have a little brother?” she asks over dinner.
He looks up from his plate, somewhat surprised. Some dolls ask a few basic questions at first, just to get to know him a little, but this one managed to get straight to his favorite topic. He smiles and says, “Yes. His name is Yuji.”
Her face looks kind, pretty, as she asks, “How old is he?”
“Nine,” he answers. “He’s a very energetic child, but he’s very sweet.”
She’s smiling, perhaps thinking of her sister. “He sounds adorable. Do you get to spend much time with him?”
Choso lowers his eyes to his food. “Not as much as I like. We only share one parent, and both of his have died. He lives with his grandfather now. I visit him as much as I can, and he visits me here occasionally. Oh, don’t worry, he doesn’t understand what I do here.”
They talk for a while longer, Choso eventually getting his phone and showing her pictures of Yuji. And he almost forgets, for a few moments, that she’s a doll and he’s her trainer. For those few moments, they’re just two older siblings smiling and talking.
When night falls, Choso goes to take a shower. When he steps out, dressed in cozy sweats with his wet hair grazing his shoulders, his doll looks at him strangely.
“Is something wrong?” he asks her, drying his hair with a towel.
She blinks then averts her eyes. “No, nothing’s wrong,” she says, looking a little embarrassed before adding, “You look nice with your hair down.”
His doll decides to sleep in her clothes tonight, refusing his offer to wear something of his. And when it’s time to go to bed, he asks, “Where would you like me to sleep, Mistress?”
She wears a puzzled expression. “Uh, the bed?”
“Most dolls tell me not to sleep in the bed with them on the first night. I suppose they’re nervous, me being a stranger to them.”
She shrugs. “It’s your bed. It wouldn’t be right to force you out of it. Just don’t touch me and it’ll be fine.”
He stares at her. “You trust me already?”
She smiles as she climbs into his bed, staying on one side. “I think anyone who loves his little brother as much as you love Yuji can’t be a bad person.”
Choso feels his heart skip a beat, but he keeps his face neutral as he gets into bed, keeping a respectful distance from his doll.
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Two days later, you find yourself sitting in a chair in Choso’s room. He’s standing nearby, waiting for you to tell him to do something. These past couple of days, you’ve had him give you foot rubs, massage your shoulders, and brush your hair. All things pointedly not sexual. But in every case, Choso has made innocent actions seem incredibly sensual.
The way his hands touch you, the way his eyes look at you with desire, they make you want to order him to fuck you right now. But you can’t do that. You’ve been trying to think of a way to make the orders you give him more sexy, but it’s difficult for you to just tell a man you barely know to start doing sexy things to you.
You thought he was supposed to teach you how to be a Dom, but when you said that, he replied with, “It’s much better to just learn by experiencing things. So please tell me what you want me to do.”
Which was no help at all. You’re starting to think Choso isn’t a very good teacher.
If he would just tell you what he wants, what he’d like for you to order him to do, this would be far less awkward!
Wait. That might work!
“Choso,” you say, and he seems to perk up a bit at the sound of his name. “If you could pick one thing for me to tell you to do, what would it be?”
He smiles mildly. “I’d love to do anything you tell me to do, Mistress.”
“No. Give me a real, honest answer. This is an order from your Mistress. What would you most want to be ordered to do right now?”
He looks at you for a moment, then his eyes seem to get darker, a very slight pink flush to his cheeks. “What I’d most like to be ordered to do,” he says, keeping eye contact with you, “is to pleasure you with my mouth. To get on my knees in front of you while you spread your legs and stand over me, to taste you, to use my tongue to make you cum, over and over, until your legs give out.”
Oh shit. Are you seriously already wet just from hearing him talk about eating you out? There’s a hunger in his eyes, and you feel heat creeping across your face, your breaths quickening. Just imagining his pretty face buried between your thighs is making you horny as hell.
“Okay then,” you say, standing up and trying to keep your voice steady, trying to sound confident and in charge even though you feel like you’re about to melt into a puddle of goo, “do it. Pleasure me… with your mouth.”
The way his cute, pale face lights up! He drops to his knees on the spot, and slowly crawls over to you. When he reaches you, he puts his hands on your thighs and carefully slides your skirt down, looking you in the eyes as he does it.
“Mistress, may I please remove your panties?” he asks.
You feel like you can barely breathe as you nod and say, “Yes, you may.”
His gentle hands rub upwards, until they reach the top of your lace panties, and then he eases them down your legs, helping you to step out of them once they reach the floor. This leaves you standing in his room, naked from the waist down, while he kneels in front of you.
“Mistress, can you spread your legs?”
You feel your face burning as you move your feet further apart, giving him an eye full of your dripping pussy. He looks at it, then at your face, then licks his lips as if he’s about to dig into a tasty meal.
And boy does he dig in! He runs his tongue up your slit, collecting any juices he can, then uses his fingers to open your folds. He takes a moment to look at your most private place, then says, “You’re beautiful, Mistress,” before slowly licking your pussy. His tongue circles your clit, then his lips wrap around it, and you can almost hear him slurping at your wetness.
You look down at his face, only the top half visible, and his eyes shift up to yours. They’re half lidded, looking at you through his long eyelashes.
As he makes out with your pussy, licking and kissing it so sweetly, taking his time, your legs begin to tremble. The pleasure is simply too much. You’ve been eaten out before, but never like this, never as if your clit is the most delicious thing on earth.
“Ahh… Choso… I can’t…”
He pauses and glances up. “Are you alright, Mistress?”
“Y-yes, just… don’t stop, even if I tell you to. Not until I collapse,” you say, feeling slightly delirious. Did you really just say that?
“Of course, Mistress,” he says, then returns to devouring you.
Your hands move to his head, and you find yourself pulling the ponytails free and letting his hair loose. Then you’re gripping it, hopefully not hard enough to hurt. You hear him utter a quiet moan, and the vibration of his voice against your clit as his lips suckle it gently sends you over the edge.
You cry out, your hands tightening in his hair, your legs shaking and nearly giving way right then and there. His hands move around to your thighs and ass, holding you steady while his tongue laps up any fluids that leak out. You’re quivering, your clit extra sensitive and swollen after your orgasm, and that’s when his wet tongue glides over it again, pushing the hood even further back.
“W-wait! Oh God… oh fuck!”
Your body jerks, your legs turning into spaghetti as another orgasm hits you within minutes of the first. Choso’s grip on your body is firm, keeping you from crumbling. His lips and tongue are still working at your clit, moving at a faster pace now, making you shudder and moan.
“Choso… I can’t stand it… feels too good… I can’t…. I can’t…”
His mouth is relentless, pushing you right back to the edge. You know you must be pulling his hair too hard, but you have to grip something or you’ll fall apart. Then, you feel his teeth lightly scrape over your sensitive, overstimulated bud, and you inhale sharply, nearly choking on the air as you cum for the third time.
It feels like your body is dissolving as all strength leaves you. Choso catches you in his arms and eases you down to the carpeted floor, cradling you.
“Are you alright, Mistress?” he asks, his lips glistening with your juices.
You’re still twitching, clutching his arms as you ride out the aftershocks of the three most intense orgasms of your life. You can’t speak, so you just nod to answer him.
He holds you until you’re able to stand up with his help, then he helps you clean up before tucking you into bed.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he says, and you nod as he goes into the bathroom. You didn’t mention it, but when he was holding you on the floor, your upper half in his lap, you felt a rather impressive erection through his loose pants. You thought about doing something about it, but your mind was a little too hazy at that point. Oh well, you’re certain you’ll get plenty of chances to pleasure him as well.
You never imagined being a doll before all this, and you’re still angry that things turned out this way, but at least you have Choso as your trainer. You don’t know how things will turn out, who will end up owning you, but at least for now, the situation isn’t too bad. So you fall asleep to the sound of the water running in the shower, knowing Choso will be sleeping beside you again tonight.
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My redneck neighbor Doug watches 'The Bad Batch': The Outpost
As per many people's requests, I've collected a series of texts and Facebook messages from Doug when he watched certain episodes of everyone's favorite Copy Paste Boi show.
Some he was quite pithy on ('Ryan-from-Accounting goes fast but not fast enough to get away from the Bitch Wife Laura'), and others...well, he got excitable, to put it mildly.
Here's one of the more deranged ones, Season 2, Episode 12, 'The Outpost'. Or as Doug calls it: "The Daddy Warcrimes Christmas Special."
CW for Language like you wouldn't believe. Doug says "you'll need a permission slip from your momma to read this, I guess."
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Daddy Warcrimes is waiting by the Empire's equivalent of a windowless van, because comfort is just not his thing and he really wants the experience of smuggling cocaine across the border one of these days.
Some bitch who looks like she works at a bank is telling these clones that their extended warranty is up. I wanna bring her a bag of pennies and make her count it before I deposit it because I'm sick like that.
So here comes in SOME BLOND JACKASS. Mother of Hell do I hate this guy. Can I just tell you how much I hate him? I hate him like I hate the Crimson Tide, like I hate February, like I hate my mother-in-law. Hate hate hate.
So Daddy Warcrimes, SOME BLOND JACKASS, and some homies get into Floating Probable Cause to lay waste to an unsuspecting Third World country or whatever.
Well, I was wrong! Looks like Elsa and her frozen fingers took over this dump. Disney owns both, so why not. The cold never bothered them anyway. Nope, they’re at somebody’s nasty old storage shed. Why does this remind me of visiting my sister in Wyoming?
Oh, who is this no-frills, salt-of-the-earth, son-of-a-bitch? Is that tanned Kurt Russell? No? It’s Sassy Park Ranger! I like him already. If he was my boss I’d actually show up to work on time and sober, or late and hung over, either way, it’d be a good time with the man. He just seems cool and chill and a nice dude. I bet he’s got homemade beef jerky in his locker and his beard always smells like cigar smoke.
OH SHUT UP STUPID BLOND JACKASS, Jesus Christ I’ve never wanted to hit someone with a folding chair so hard in my life. CALL HIM COMMANDER.
Aw, Sassy Park Ranger’s being nice to Daddy Warcrimes, maybe Daddy Warcrimes will share the Columbian nose candy in the back of the van with Sassy Park Ranger, and Sassy Park Ranger won’t ask about the sobbing family Daddy Warcrimes is probably holding for ransom in the back. It’s all about understanding each other.
This is truly the Daddy Warcrimes Christmas special, snow and friendship and stuff. I hope this doesn’t end up with Daddy Warcrimes 86’ing Rudolph and the rest of the reindeer from the sky, that would traumatize the children. But this is the same studio that produced Bambi so who knows. Didn't he try killing a kid the first episode?
Oh man, Sassy Park Ranger’s lost a lot of his men, that’s real sad. Only two left, Jesus. SHUT UP BLOND JACKASS SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP.
(I won’t repeat it, but the amount of times that SHUT UP was texted was….something else- Dr. MM)
Sassy Park Ranger’s taking Daddy Warcrimes on a hike around the place in the middle of a blizzard, probably going to say hi to the yeti hooker they all frequent and show him how to write his name in the snow with pee. He’s such a good guy. If they go sledding I’d be so happy.
Oh, shit! Daddy Warcrimes remembers that he has a job and proceeds to cop some poor bastard in the leg so he can follow the trail of blood in the snow. What in the Fargo am I watching here, does Steve Buschemi show up at one point now. No sledding in this one, I guess.
Well there goes Sassy Park Ranger and Daddy Warcrimes on a heartwarming romp following a crippled burglar in the snow as he bleeds to death. Kevin McCallister would be so proud. Well, now, they found a dead body already. You know, at this point, if Daddy Warcrimes capped Santa in the head this show wouldn’t be less wholesome.
Aw shit Daddy Warcrimes stepped on a landmine, but Sassy Park Ranger watched his training videos that HR made them sit through and disarms it. They’re having a nice convo, I really, really like Sassy Park Ranger. If he dies I’ll be so freaking mad.
(I said nothing, FYI - Dr. MM)
Aw shit, they found the bunker of crazy white people with guns in the snow. It’s confirmed: the Daddy Warcrimes Christmas Special takes place in Wyoming. Are Daddy Warcrimes and Sassy Park Ranger facing off my brother-in-law and his branch of the VFW near Laramie? Those guys need hobbies besides doomsday prepping and getting drunk in the snow. It ain’t right.
“After all we sacrificed”…man. I feel right here. Is this the child friendly version of Enemy at the Gate? Shit. Please these two bastards need to survive. I need a beer and I wanna hug my wife.
Dr. Meat Muffin, please don't tell me you're letting your babies watch this show. They need that dog from Australia who has fun with her daddy, not this.
Oh shit, avalanche!
Oh no, Sassy Park Ranger. Oh no, oh no. Oh, Daddy Warcrimes.
Thank Christ they made it! They’re gonna save him! They’re gonna save him.
Wait. What.
WHAT THE FUCK, BLOND ASSHOLE.
I HATE THIS JACKASS SO GODDAMNED MUCH, SOLDIER OF THE EMPIRE, I WANNER SHOVE MY SOLDIER UP YOUR EMPIRE YOU STUPID DICK.
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU
Yay! Daddy Warcrimes finally took out his gun and 86’d that FUCK. CHRISTMAS CAME EARLY!! YAAAAAAY!!!!!
Man...I hope this ends okay for Daddy Warcrimes. I hope his brothers aren't just dicking around somewhere warm while he and the other bros are out dying.
Guess that'll be next episode?"
....Doug snapped SO HARD watching 'Pabu'. Brace yourselves.
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I love you in every universe (Playable AU)
(Diluc x Playable Reader)
note 1 !! unorganized brainrot + short fic for my SAGAU(?) playable reader AU... a star crossed lovers concept.
note 2 !! I am the Player 😌 SLEEP DEPRIVED WORK PLS IM WRITING WHILE HALF DEAD
synopsis !! in which you're a playable character and you fall for another world's Diluc as your Player co-ops with a Diluc-main.
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Imagine being in love with Diluc for as long as you can remember. Unfortunately for you, your Player doesn't have – or seem to want – Diluc at all.
It's not that you're that desperate to have him on the team, your usual company of four was enough! But can you really blame yourself for wanting to travel the entirety of Teyvat, uncovering mysteries and facing dangers with him? You can't help it if he's the first person you think of on a cold night! An adventure would've been a great reason to get closer to him, form a bond, fall in love– at the very least, you just want to spent time with him.
Regardless, you've given up on ever adventuring with Diluc. It's not a guarantee that you'd always stay on the team, nor are you hopeful to be on the same party as him with all the different team comps and characters showing up.
So imagine your surprise when you find yourself face to face with Diluc one day.
[Hira is trying to enter your world.]
You notice a label next to your name.
P1 Y/N , it says. Klee, who was excitedly looking at the fish of Watatsumi's streams, tilts her head in wonder as your two other companions glitch away, only to be replaced by a different pair.
"It's the grumpy adult!" Klee squeaks, half in excitement and half in shock, "And big sister Barbara!"
"Hello Klee!" Barbara waves at the little girl. Diluc raises an eyebrow, slightly confused by the nickname before coughing into his hand. He faces you with a neutral expression. Your breath hitches in your throat.
""Hi, you must be Player 1 (Y/N) and Klee. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Diluc in Watatsumi Island looked a little out of place, a complete change from the usual Tavern and Winery you usually see him in, yet there he was – bright red hair and dark garbs contrasting the pastel backdrop.
"Ah y-yes! And you must be Player 2 Diluc and Barbara. It's nice to meet you as well." You offer your hand out to shake his, a firm grip that's warm and steady. Up close, he looks everything like the Diluc you knew from your world. The one you could only watch from afar or chat with as your bartender.
'That's because he is Diluc, you idiot' you berate.
"Hello! We look forward to working with you two," Barbara chirps next to Diluc, a wide smile on her face, "Oh especially you! Our Player doesn't actually have a (Y/N) yet, so we've never got to see what you could do."
Ah, pressure. The pressure to impress your crush.
You laugh nervously, trying to brush it off that you're simply a sub-DPS. Maybe even a support, with your Player not fully building you to your potential yet.
"It's alright, we don't need to exert ourselves too much. It seems like we're only doing commissions today anyway so. . ." Diluc offers you a small smile. The type he'd usually give in galas for the sake of being courteous, "I look forward to working with you."
What you all initially thought was a chance meeting turned into many more meetings. Your Player was religiously doing their commissions with this same person, making you meet Diluc (along with other members of his team) a lot more than you thought.
And with that came your dream of adventuring with him. From going deep into the Chasm and solving puzzles in Enkanomiya, to simple daily tasks like delivering food, your silly crush started to develop into something more legitimate.
And after nights of enjoying each others company, star-gazing, fighting bosses, and going on death-defying adventures— he falls for you.
Another world's Diluc Ragnvindr falls in love with you all the while you're desperately seeking to be something more with your own world's Diluc.
Neither of you wanted to admit to your feelings at first, there's always a sort of taboo in interacting with someone outside your world. To the Playables to Teyvat, it's an unspoken rule to keep a professional, almost business-like relationship with outworlders. After all, who needs a "replica" when you have your own "original" in your world?
Except, you can't exactly find comfort in that when your Diluc barely sees anything more than an acquaintance in you.
Imagine spending days, weeks with 2P Diluc. He's charming, lovable, treats you oh-so-preciously. He tells you about his hopes, his father, his troubles, and you tell him about yours.
He kisses you under starry nights, wraps one arm around you and gazes into your eyes before waiting for the co-op to end for the day.
When it does, you head back to Mondstadt, to the taverns, to the bar, and to see your Diluc nod at you in acknowledgment as you take your seat.
In a way, it's almost heartbreaking. Perhaps if he were given the same opportunity to travel with you, perhaps if you confessed now or hinted at it, he would be more aware of you?
But the thought of telling him "You'll love me if you just give me a chance" reeks of desperation.
"You know. . . The Player has been co-oping Klee and I with a Diluc-main lately." You casually say, tipping your drink of choice side to side as you lean over the bar.
"Oh? How was it?" Diluc preps at the espresso machine, his back turned away from you.
"Well, you certainly suit a DPS role. And commissions get done far faster than usual," only because you and Diluc wanted to spend more time traveling and doing story quests, but you don't need to mention that.
"That's good. I'm glad to hear my. . . ahem, counterpart has been helpful." He turns to you, sliding you a glass of water. You bite your lip nervously.
"We get along well, you know?" You start, eyes looking down on the bar top, "2P Diluc, I mean. I've learned a little bit more about you through him." Like how your hair's a bird's nest every morning, or your soft spot for children and fat dogs.
Diluc seems to nod at you thoughtfully, "Is that so. . . well, I suppose adventures do form that kind of bond." He chuckles, "That's nice to know."
"It would be great if we could adventure as well," You laugh into your hand, looking up at him. He raises an eyebrow, a small smile on his face as he shakes his head no.
"One Diluc is enough. I don't think I'm needed as a Playable, but do enjoy your travels."
Ah. Shot missed.
note 3 !! plot twist is DPS Barbara. and I honestly think Diluc and Barbara would get along so well in a team?? I have them together sometimes and they just both have goody two shoes vibes so they'd work well on an adventure
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Oh For a Muse of Fire! Part 7
I love writing this story so much I am constantly going back and rereading my favorite parts. And when I write really, really good bits I want to put it up immediately so you all can squee with me. But I also know that it’s better to give each part some time between each one so the chapter can get the love it deserves. It’s ongoing battle I tell you.
This is the start of what I’ve been calling in my head the dark chapters. This is where we get to the tragic backstories that drove these two boys apart. TW: for panic attack in this and brief mention violence.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6
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Chrissy came over to where the boys had sat down with Wayne after they had put their equipment away. She slid the beers over to each of them with practiced ease.
“So...” she began. “You’ve got history with my boy, Garnet.”
“Who the fuck is Garnet?” Jeff asked.
Chrissy giggled. “My boss is weird hipster who has all off of us go by gem names to keep up the mystic of the place. Jewels of the Queen’s Crown as it were.”
Gareth laughed. “And what do they call you?”
“I’m Opal for now,” she explained after taking a swig of her beer. “But Garnet says that before he leaves, I’ll probably be Sapphire or Emerald.” She thought for a moment. “Considering Diamond’s sense of humor? Probably Sapphire.”
“Why Sapphire?” Eddie asked, frowning in confusion.
Chrissy laughed. “Because I’m a lesbian?” The boys just stared at her with blank faces. “Sappho is the first lesbian? Another word for lesbian is sapphic? Sapphire, sapphic?”
Suddenly they got it and started nodded.
She turned to Eddie. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you avoiding the question. You and I are going to have nice long talk about it later.”
Eddie straightened up and looked guiltily at his beer. “We just aren’t in the same universe is all.”
Chrissy looked over at Garnet and sighed. “I think you guys are closer than you think.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Eddie growled. “In what multi-verse are me and that man even in the same hemisphere?”
Chrissy sighed. “I’m not one for spreading rumors around but from what I’ve heard, Garnet’s dad threw him out when he came out as gay.”
All four boys turned to look at Steve slinging cocktails like he was born to it in shock.
“He’s gay?” Jeff asked. “There’s no way. He was a known ladies’ man in high school. Him and his girlfriend were like the king and queen of Hawkins.”
Chrissy just hummed. “Trust me when I say that I’ve been working with him for almost two months now, and the dude ain’t straight. He never flirts with the girls. Like ever. And yeah, sure some of it can be marked down to Garnet being a consummate professional. But when guys flirt with him, he gets all flustered and turns pink.”
Eddie sat back. “Huh.” He shrugged off the gnawing feeling in the back of his mind of what it would have been like if Eddie had known that sooner. “Still, I wouldn’t have thought that pretty, rich boy Garnet would deign to work at a bar, even one as upscale as this one.”
“What the fuck you talking about, boy?” Wayne growled, speaking up for the first time. “I didn’t teach you that classist bullshit.”
Eddie ducked his head. “Sorry, Uncle Wayne.”
Wayne jutted his chin Steve’s direction. “I know you’ve been calling him something different because of the rules of the club or whatever, but if you lot are talking about that boy at the bar, then you need to check your bias. He worked at the plant for a year on the weekends trying to save money for college.”
Everyone turned to Wayne in shock.
“He worked at the plant?” Gareth said. “But I thought he was earning money babysitting. He used to babysit my sister Clara after school when I had to work or had band practice.”
Jeff shook his head. “Nah, man. He was working at Family Video that year. My mom would gush about how sweet and helpful he was when she was trying to find a good family movie.”
Wayne took a sip of his beer. “That boy did all three at the same time. He told me he’d work the video store during the time the kids would be at school and then babysit after. Then he’d work weekends at night at the plant.” He glared at Eddie. “Did such a good job, Ken wanted him to take over as foreman of the night shift when he retired.”
Eddie looked over at Steve and furrowed his brow. “Sorry, Uncle Wayne,” he repeated with more conviction.
Wayne nodded and the topic changed to what songs they should preform next time and in what order.
Sometimes Eddie would catch himself looking over at Steve in a new light.
*
Steve was having a bad week. There was no getting around it. He was trying to get to class, but the beemer wouldn’t start.
It ground and ground, but wouldn’t start.
“Fuck!”
He pounded on the steering wheel. He was going to have to take the bus, which meant he was going to be late.
He threw open his door and popped the hood. Maybe he figure it out. He checked the oil and the other fluids, but they were all at least decent levels. He check for any loose cables but everything seemed to be connected.
Steve was about to slam the hood back down when someone stopped him.
“What seems to be the trouble, Harrington?” Eddie asked, hand on the hood preventing its closure.
Steve sighed. “No fucking clue. And I’m going to be late for class. And since the midterm is due today, if I’m late, I’m fucked.”
Eddie hummed. “I’ll call someone to come get the car and I’ll drive you in.”
Steve stared at him wide-eyed and slack-jawed. “Why? You don’t like me.”
Eddie cocked his head to the side. “No, I don’t. However, I’m not going to let someone like you mess things up for Joyce.”
Steve wanted to protest and scream but he knew that’s what Eddie expected him to do. So he just shrugged. “Whatever, man. Just get me the number for this auto shop of yours and we’ll consider the transaction complete.”
Eddie slammed the hood down and Steve went to pull the keys out of the ignition. He kept the windows rolled up, but the door unlocked. He placed the keys under the visor and then grabbed his bag.
“The tow truck will be here in five minutes,” Eddie said, putting his phone back into his pocket, “so it shouldn’t be too long.”
Steve sighed heavily and followed Eddie to his van.
Once they were on their way Steve turned to him. “What did you mean that I might mess things up for Joyce?”
Eddie looked at him briefly before turning back to the road. “I thought you knew her.”
Steve sighed again. “Yeah, four years ago. Which is what I tried to tell Dean Ortega. Yes, I used to babysit her youngest son. Yes, I did that for a year. No, I haven’t spoken to her in the last four. Been kinda busy, you know, going to school.”
Eddie hummed. “There’s been so much trouble with the course the college is thinking of dropping it. And if that happens...”
Steve threw his head back against the headrest. “Then she’s out a job. Great. I was there for those two major fuck ups. I don’t know what happened with the last teacher, but the first professor was a real piece of work.”
Eddie licked his lips thoughtfully. “According to Joyce, Professor Martin was found sleeping with the live model.”
Steve blinked. “The basketball captain?” he asked, his voice squeaking in shock and outrage. “Holy fuck!”
“Yeah,” Eddie agreed. “Joyce said that she was surprised that they even gave the class one more chance.”
Steve nodded. “Yeah, I guess. Jesus Christ.”
They got to class and Joyce looked at them with a big grin on her face. “Oh, I didn’t know you guys were friends!”
Eddie and Steve shared a glance.
“Oh we’re not,” Eddie said and Steve winced.
“We just live in the same apartment complex and Eddie came to my rescue when my car wouldn’t start this morning,” Steve explained.
Joyce smiled fondly. “That was sweet of you, Eddie dear.”
Eddie blushed and turned his head. “I was just being a good Samaritan.”
“Well, thank you,” she murmured.
Steve nodded. “Yeah, thanks Eds.”
Eddie bit his lip at the new nickname. “You’re welcome.”
Steve grinned and went to sit down.
Eddie blushed and got into position, striping down to his underwear. He kept his eye on Steve like he always did. But today, instead of the count of one, two, three and look away, Steve’s gaze lingered, drawing in shorter spurts and longer looks at his body.
He didn’t know how he felt about that, or rather his brain didn’t. His heart and libido were one hundred percent onboard with the heated regard. His brain told them to shut up.
*
It was an unseasonably warm day for March. The sun was finally starting to do more then hang in the sky and look pretty. Robin and Steve were on their way back to their apartment after a rare Sunday meeting at the bar. They were dressed for work. Robin all in black and Steve in his white button up.
They were a block and half from their place, having had to take the bus with Steve’s car still in the shop, when suddenly a storm rolled in and opened up above them.
Instantly they were drenched to the skin. Robin broke into a run to try to get to their apartment faster, but soon realized that Steve wasn’t with her. She looked back to see that Steve had sunk to his knees, his arms wrapped around his shoulders. As if he was trying to cover his back.
“Shit!” Robin hissed and ran back to his side. “Steve? Come on, Steve. We’re almost home.”
He shook his head and began to rock back and forth. “They’ll see! They’ll see.”
“Steve, there’s no one around,” she reasoned. “I’ll even walk behind you if that will make you feel better. But we can’t just sit out here in the rain, dingus.”
But try as she might, she knew it was futile. Steve was firmly locked inside his head and she didn’t know how to get him out. Even after years of seeing him like this, she hadn’t found a tried and true way to make him come out, except to wait them out and hope it didn’t take too long.
She sat on the cold wet pavement and settled down to wait out this nightmare.
Just then a van slowed down beside them and Eddie called out, “Hey, Buckley, everything okay?”
She looked down at Steve and then back at Eddie. She had a choice to make and it wasn’t an easy one.
“No,” she said, forcing out the best response for Steve in that moment. They needed help and if Eddie was willing, she’d be a fool to turn him away.
The van came to screeching halt and Eddie was out onto the pavement in an instant.
“What happened?” he asked, not sure if he should get close in case it was seizure again.
“It started to rain and his scars started to show through the white fabric,” Robin explained.
Eddie walked around to Steve’s back and cursed. “What the fuck?!”
Robin frowned. “How the hell do you not know about Steve’s scars? Like literally everyone in the whole god damn country knows how he got them.”
Eddie’s head reared back. “Um...not me. When did it happen?”
Robin stared at him aghast. “What do you mean when did it happen? It was literally a nine day wonder on all news outlets.” When Eddie just continued to stare at her as if she was mad, she said. “His senior year of high school? He was gone for like a week, how did you not notice?”
Eddie pursed his lips. “Probably the same reason you never noticed I was gone for that same fucking time period.”
She looked down at Steve who was still rocking back and forth. “Steve, hey can you hear me?”
Steve just continued to be lost in his own world.
Eddie took a step closer to see if he could help but Robin held her hand up. “Stay back! When he gets like this his fight or flight response is heightened and he’s been known to pack one hell of a punch.”
Eddie blinked rapidly. “Come again?” His hand came up to his jaw instinctively.
Robin rubbed circles along Steve’s back trying to get his to calm down. “There was once he had a panic attack in public and this guy came up and tried to help him, thinking he’d fallen or something,” she explained. “Steve lashed out not knowing what was happening. He said he woke up with a vague memory of the hit and bruised knuckles. Of course by then, the guy had booked it.”
Eddie took a step back. “That...that was me.”
Robin’s head shot up. “Oh fuck.” She looked back down at Steve. “You thought he hit you because you tried to help him.”
Eddie snarled, “He dislocated my jaw. I couldn’t sing for six months.”
Robin was on her feet in an instant. “Shit, shit, shit. He doesn’t know what he’s doing when he’s like this. That incident haunts him.”
Eddie took another step back. “It haunts me too.” He yanked off his jacket and threw it at her. “For his modesty. He can return it at the next class.”
He turned on his heel and ran to his van. He peeled away from the curb, like the hounds of hell were on his tail.
Robin stood there watching Eddie go, her tears blending with the rain. She didn’t even bother to wipe her face. She walked back to Steve and put the jacket around his shoulders.
The combination of the warmth of the jacket and the covering of Steve’s scars, he slowly came out of his panic attack.
She helped him to his feet and the made it the rest of the way to their apartment. She let him have the first shower and put him to bed.
They were going to have to have a long talk when he was sane enough to handle it.
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Hiii Harvey Specter x reader and they're in a section relationship because she's Mike's younger sister/best friend??
I’m assuming you meant secret relationship, so that’s what I went with for this!
I've also seen a few people writing for a prompt like this recently so I really hope I'm not stepping on any toes, I tried my best to set myself apart so nothing is too similar <3 also this feels crazy long lol
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Secrets, Secrets.
Harvey Specter x Reader
"Harvey Specter's office," Harvey answered his phone with a suaveness that let you know he recognized the number ringing through to this direct line, as opposed to being connected by Donna's line.
"Wow, so this is what the handsome Harvey Specter sounds like... I wouldn't know since I haven't been able to see him in DAYS." You whined, knowing it wasn't exactly the fault of the man on the other end of the phone, but choosing to complain anyway. Mike and Rachel had been staying with you in your apartment for the last week, something about the water in their building being off, which meant any chance you had of spending nights with Mike's boss was at a zero.
Harvey sighed, hating to hear you upset, and missing you himself. He would've been more than willing to let you stay with him at his place over the last week, however, he knew better than to let you lie to Mike. You were a terrible liar, and the whole thing would blow up in both your faces in about three seconds. You'd only been seeing each other for about 2 months, and up until now it had been pretty easy to hide from Mike. He didn't suspect a thing, so you didn't exactly have to lie.
"I know, pretty girl. I'm sorry. I miss you too. Do you know when their water will be back up and running?"
"I think they said they'll be gone by tomorrow." You paused for a moment, thinking about how, even though you'd be able to be with Harvey again, you'd still be hiding in plain sight from your big brother. "I wish we didn't have to keep this from him..." You said, a bit dejectedly. You and Harvey had both agreed that once things were really serious between you two, you'd tell Mike the truth, but the time felt like it was dragging. The longer you waited, the more torturous it felt not telling him.
Harvey's heart ached, he wanted you happy more than anything else in the world. To hell with your agreement, he was ready to tell Mike, even if it got him punched in the face.
"Let's tell him" Harvey said, shocking you. A big smile crept across your face, you couldn't help the way your heart leaped at the thought of going public with Harvey. You were still nervous about how he'd react, though.
"Okay, deal. Let's tell him in public though. Just in case things get... violent." You suggested. Harvey chuckled at this, knowing you both had the same mental image of Mike's fist in Harvey's face.
"That sounds like a good idea. Meet me in my office at 9am tomorrow, I've got some time between clients and Mike has a meeting out of the office at 10:30."
"9am it is. Alright baby, I'll let you get back to work. I just wanted to call 'cause I missed you. I'll see you tomorrow" You said. You wished you were in his arms now, but happy that come tomorrow you could finally be out in the open.
"I'll see you then gorgeous." Harvey replied, a small smile on his face as he hung up the phone. He was facing the window, and so wrapped up in his conversation that he hadn't noticed Donna walk in and seat herself on his couch.
"Who was that?" She asked excitedly, making Harvey jump about a foot in the air. "That was Y/N, wasn't it?"
"That was none of your business, don't you have work to do or something?"
"I'M RIGHT, IT WAS!" She nearly yelled, now out of her seat and standing in front of Harvey at his desk. He had on his best poker face, trying not to let Donna see any semblance of a reaction. "You're totally dating her. Have you guys told Mike? Can I film it when you do?"
"Can you PLEASE go... answer an email or something? Anything but this." Harvey pleaded, desperate for this conversation to be over. Maybe Donna would get amnesia from the last five minutes and never mention it again. At least, not until after tomorrow. Mike absolutely could not find out about this from anyone other than himself and Y/N or it would be a complete shit-show for everyone.
"Fine, but only because I actually do have a lot to do today. We WILL continue this conversation later. Secrets secrets are no fun, Harvey! Oh, hey Mike! I was just... leaving!" Donna said, smiling at Mike who was standing in the doorway.
He watched her leave over his shoulder before turning back to Harvey.
"What was that about?" He asked, gesturing at Donna. Harvey absentmindedly waved a hand and brushed it off as her being dramatic.
Mike shrugged, seemingly having bought the excuse. Harvey mentally sighed a sigh of relief as he barely listened to the words coming out of the younger man's mouth. Something about the case he was working on, but Harvey couldn't focus. He was actually starting to get nervous about telling him. He knew how much you valued your brother's opinions since he was really your only living family, and he already loved Mike like his own brother. Disappointing him and losing you because of that might just kill Harvey, at least it felt that way to him. Even though you hadn't been together all that long, he knew deep down that you were it for him. He had never felt this way with any girl before, even Scottie couldn't compare to what he felt for you.
Eventually, after giving half-assed answers that Mike was apparently satisfied with, he thanked Harvey for his help and went back to his office, leaving Harvey to himself for the rest of the day until he poked his head in to say goodbye when he left that night.
The time until he finally got to see you the next morning both crawled and flew for Harvey. On one hand, he couldn't wait to hold you again, however he wasn't exactly looking forward to letting Mike in on your secret.
The drive to Mike and Harvey's office felt like it took forever as you practiced what you'd say to your brother over and over in your head. You finally arrived, texting Harvey that you were heading up in the elevator. When you got up, he was waiting for you in the lobby. He smiled politely, acting like merely an acquaintance, not wanting to cause any suspicions. You followed his lead, acting casual as you weaved through the halls behind him.
He took you into his office, sitting you down on the couch. Your hands shook as you smoothed out the sundress you wore. Harvey noticed, because of course he did, and gave you a sad smile.
"It's gonna be okay, honey. No matter what he thinks, or says, I will always be here."
You blinked back a few tears, nodding.
"I'll always be here too, Harvey." You whispered.
He squeezed your shoulder before going to get Mike. You practiced breathing exercises as you waited for them to enter, and when they finally did, your heart nearly beat out of your chest.
"Y/N? What are you doing here? Are you okay?" Mike asked, immediately concerned you'd gotten yourself into some kind of trouble.
"She's fine, we have something to tell you, Mike," Harvey said "Take a seat."
Mike looked between the two of you before sighing.
"Don't tell me, you guys are... together?" He asked, his tone nothing short of uncomfortable. The idea of you and Harvey hooking up made his stomach turn.
"Uh, yeah. We're together." Harvey said, and Mike sat quietly.
You nervously interjected before he had a chance to respond. "We wanted to wait to tell you until we were sure it was something real and... It is. Please don't be mad, Mike. Harvey makes me really happy and I promise we didn't mean for this to happen we just-" Mike held up a hand, cutting you off.
"Y/N, it's fine. I appreciate you telling me, and if you're happy, so am I." He said, a weight falling off your shoulders. "But, if you hurt my little sister, we won't be having this same conversation." He warned Harvey. Harvey grinned and nodded in understanding.
"Thanks, Mike. I'm glad you're being so cool about this." You said, leaning over to hug him. When you finished, Mike stood up to shake Harvey's hand.
"Now, if you guys don't mind, I have work to do so I'll see you guys later. Mike said, leaving the two of you alone in the room.
You stared in silence for a moment, shocked at how well it had gone over. You felt like he was going to come back in screaming, throwing things, something. But he didn't.
Harvey snapped out of his shock before you, sitting down beside you and taking your hands in his.
"Well, now that that's over..." He began, leaning in to kiss you. A shiver went up your spine, you were fuzzy all over with joy. Finally, you could kiss your boyfriend in public, in front of anyone you wanted.
"What do you say we go out for a celebratory dinner and drinks tonight?" Harvey offered.
"I'd love that."
"Hi, can I interject? I was SO right!" Donna said before going back to her desk to celebrate her yet again correct intuition. You and Harvey couldn't help but crack up, leaning into each other as he placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head. Finally, he felt a relief he didn't even know he was craving all this time.
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Tatsuya Endo's Character Commentary from the Official Spy x Family Fanbook English Translation Part 2:
Long post ahead. <<Part 1 here>>
Franky:
(Endo) The model for his character is Mozzie, who is next to the main character of the foreign drama "White Collar". The glasses are also exactly the same. He's a really good character who talks a lot of nonsense, but not a despicable one. It is rare to find a character with a model in "SPY x FAMILY".
This is Mozzie from White Collar, played by the actor Willie Garson.
The stripes on his socks are intended to make him look a little more fashionable, to give him a popular look.
He is well liked by the people from the underground. The tobacco shop is a sort of hideout for Franky, and if he's chased out of there, I think he's got another place and identity. His name "Franky" seems like not his real name too.
Sylvia Sherwood:
(Endo) The cool big sister superior officer. Big sister...? Her design was inspired by the Paris Collection, or whatever fashion magazine I was looking at. Her glasses, curly hair, and the hat are all a bit too troublesome to draw...
She has the appearance of an independent woman, but in her private life, she is a very sloppy person. She lives in a very dirty room. I may draw that in an extra chapter soon. Her fighting ability is unknown, but it seems she's not that strong.
Yuri Briar:
(Endo) His visual is exactly like Yor, a male version one. I thought about him having short hair, but it didn't feel right, so I decided to go with my current style. If he doesn't talk, I'm sure he'll be popular (with girls). I wonder if he's interested in anyone other than his sister?
(Hayashi) I think he's interested in his job?
(Endo) Yuri is certainly a very hardworking and a serious person. He really wants to protect the peace of Ostania, and I think he truly believes that this is for the sake of his sister. After all, she is his sister. He doesn't seem to have any hobbies that involve spending money, and since his taste buds are spoiled, he doesn't seem to eat gourmet food either.
He thinks Anya is a "despicable little brat". Compared to Franky, he's not used to children, so he competes with them in the same way.
Henry Henderson:
(Endo) Most of the characters are introduced only for a particular episode, but if I try to draw them and find them easy to move, I stick with them. I never thought that Henderson and Yor's boss, the shopkeeper, would play such an active role...
By the way, he's the only character who has a fanservice scene (the shower scene) in the work.
I liked the mismatched jersey he wore during the dodgeball round, so I'd like to have him do various cosplays as well. Like doing "Today's class is [redacted]", but I don't think there will be much demand for it.
Damian Desmond:
(Endo) He's exactly like Domyoji from "花より団子 / Hana Yori Dango / Boys Over Flower" (by Yoko Kamio) (Laughs). In his first appearance, he was a jerk who boasted about his status, but he soon became a good boy. I wanted to make him a meaner character though.
This is Domyoji Tsukasa, the main lead of the romance series Hana Yori Dango or Boys Over Flower, a manga by Yoko Kamio
(Hayashi) Because Ewin and his friend are good guys, I think he's getting better hanging around with them. They're really good guys who are always there for Damian and give him the attention that he needs. Damian should be thankful to the both of them.
(Endo) In the future, there may or may not be a dark episode of "After all, humans only want money and power...." (Laughs)
Becky Blackbell:
(Endo) Like Damian, she started out as a tsun-tsun (tsundere), but she soon became friendly.... And she was able to get along with Anya in just one episode. She's very easy going.
She thinks people her age are "brats" and doesn't have many friends other than Anya. I would like to make at least 1 more person to be her friend. Her personality and design are probably based on Marika-chan from "愛してるぜベイベ★★ / I love you baby ★★" (Yoko Maki). She's precocious and cute.
Marika-chan from the manga series Aishiteruze Baby / I love you baby by Yoko Maki
Unrelated, but I kinda like her last name "Blackbell". I don't remember the reason why I gave it to her though.
Fiona Frost:
(Endo) I really like "Nightfall's" design including her coat. The image color is "blue" in contrast to Yor. In terms of standing position, her character is to stir up the romance part of the story. I thought of it as a way to add variety to the story.
(Hayashi) There was quite a bit of talk about putting out a character on WISE's side as a friend during Twilight's meeting. I thought it would be nice to have at least one colleague for Twilight.
(Endo) The name "Nightfall" means to "follow around after Twilight (evening)". Emile and Ewin start with "E" because they're following Damian "D". I know people might think that the names of the other characters also have meanings to them, but I actually just added them on a whin (Laughs)
Donovan Desmond: (I can't add his pic anymore)
(Endo) Since he's the last boss, I'm careful not to make him look like a dull character. With a face like this, I'm sure that Damian looks like his mother (Laughs)
He was a member of the ruling party during the war, but now he's a member of the opposition party, so I have an image of him hiding in the background.
(Hayashi) He's a character with a lot of secrets, but the goal is to get into his heart, so please pay attention to him in the future!
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400 Follower Special - The Trial of Obtaining and Using Lucifuge
Thank you for your continued support of my blog. Normally I would just post a GIF set and be done, but the demon I had planned turned out to be a huge pain in the ass so I thought I would share the pain. All images under the cut. Spoiler warning and flashing/bright lights warning.
I wanted to make walking/running GIFs of Lucifuge, a high level Tyrant of the Dark-Chaos alignment. He was one of the few remaining unique models in the game. Interestingly NINE appeared to be his playable debut, similar to Gemori and Seth. All three originally appeared in Shin Megami Tensei II as NPCs and would only gain stats in later entries.
NINE, like the name suggests, has nine different potential routes. The usual Law-Neutral-Chaos alignments make up only one axis of endings, with the other being comprised of Dark-Neutral-Light for a total of nine combinations. From what I can tell by following guides online, you must be on the Dark-Law path in order for Lucifuge to appear and fight you. I realized he had to be defeated to be fused when none of the supposed recipes to make him worked. (Notice the words that are bolded, they’ll come in useful later.)
So I loaded an earlier save from before the alignment lock and got to work getting to the Lucifuge fight, which involved threatening to kill my in-universe little sister to gain enough Dark points for the route change. Prior to fighting Lucifuge himself, I had to fight the ugliest NPC in the entire game who supported himself with 3 Legions and could instantly kill me with Budufyne. Cool. I forgot to take a picture of him. Once he died, Lucifuge showed up to fight me. He was also a pain, as I was down to one demon from the previous fight and he nuked them immediately. But eventually he died, and I was able to proceed.
Now, this is all taking place in the final chapter of NINE so obviously a lot of plot stuff is popping off. Raguel the angel shows up to throw an energy ball at NPC lady Feris, and to serve as the next boss fight. Raguel was much less difficult to defeat.
Raguel’s dead, but this priest isn’t here to deliver a eulogy. The next big player reintroduces himself by throwing an energy ball at Raguel in a bit of poetic justice for Feris earlier, then asks us to join him on the roof. Damn, everyone’s throwing energy balls in here. Here��s a WEBM version if you’re into that shit.
We witness the digital world going to shit on the rooftop and get offered a choice between siding with him or against him (& Sumire, who you can kinda see in the right-hand background).
I choose against and we begin another boss battle. This priestly fellow turns out to be Sariel, another angel, except he’s a fallen angel and at odds with his fellow Shin Megami Tensei II alumni Raguel. Neither of the fights after the Legion Guy-Lucifuge combo were nearly as difficult, so Sariel also goes down. I say “neither” but I forgot to mention I also killed a childhood friend, Baraki, inbetween the Lucifuge and Raguel fights. But that’s not important.
What’s important is I got through all the bosses, and got to a point where I could finally fuse Lucifuge. Which I did, easily.
Finding a place to take GIFs of Lucifuge walking would be tricky, because at this point in the game my first pick, Shinjuku, was no longer an option. Maria, the holy mother, is waiting there to take me to the domain of Yaldabaoth, the false god, so that I may kill him and bring about the reign of Law, and I really didn’t feel like doing that. Even if it would mean seeing her cool not-a-statue-with-dinosaurs-on-it design that never appeared again.
Instead I made my way down to Roppongi, which usually has great music but during this endgame bit is instead silent. I went to summon Lucifuge into my party and got a message I couldn’t. Oh, of course, you can’t have Law demons and Chaos demons in the same party. Doy. Duh. You could never have party that was mixed Law and Chaos in these old SMT games. So I removed the Law demons, set my Navigator demon to neutral and then tried to summon Lucifuge again.
The message remained. What could the issue be? Why was I unable to summon Lucifuge into the overworld? What was this last hurdle between me and Lucifuge? If you have your notes from paragraph 2 and 3, you may want to consult them now. There’s also a hint in the previous paragraph! Put on your thinking caps. Get out your detective pipes. Don’t scroll past Sukuna Hikona until you’ve made a guess. Are you sure of it? Really sure? Alright. Here’s the solution to this locked room murder mystery that robbed me of half an hour of my time:
YOU CAN’T SUMMON CHAOS DEMONS AS A LAW-ALIGNED PLAYER, EVEN IF THEY’RE LOCKED BEHIND THE LAW ROUTE.
For some reason I guess I assumed this wouldn’t apply to me, and I continued down the Law path subconsciously knowing I wouldn’t be able to actually show off the demon I was dedicating so much time to obtaining. Thankfully, once I realized this I thought to redo this endgame stretch from ANOTHER back-up I had.
And it worked! Instead of fighting Sariel I gave him a disc, murdered Miranda and was able to summon Lucifuge.
Lucifuge offers to hug it out in apology for causing me such pain. I still couldn’t make gifs of him in Shinjuku because Maria is still there, but instead of trying to take me to Yaldabaoth’s realm she’s trying to kill me. And I really don’t feel like taking her on right now. Not when she’s throwing out chains and sefirots like this:
Shin Megami Tensei NINE is a game that exists. Thanks for enjoying my blog. Hopefully I’ll have some neat stuff by the time there’s 500 of you following me.
Also somewhere along the line I did a shooting-energy-ball-gesture at my little sister to disarm her, who was trying to kill me. Probably because I threatened to kill her earlier. Oh well. Get logged out, idiot.
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Hello! A lot of you had positive responses to my last post, so here I’ll be writing my personal rewrites of the I.M.P. Crew (Sorry this took so long, I got side-tracked this weekend <:]). For a reminder of what my redesigns looked like, you can find them Here. I’m gonna go from left to right and start with the first crew member:
Mildred (or Millie)
I did a lot of reworking around Mildred since a majority of her characterization is basically nonexistent, so I gave her a personality with a lot of potential and complexity that’s on par with her male crew members.
Mildred comes from a very low-income, Southern family in the Wrath Ring. She grew up on a barn with her parents and several other siblings, making her essentially a middle child. She worked on their farm for most of her life as a hand and delivery girl to send fresh produce to buyers and the local market. It was like this for some time until the family business had gone dry due to some messy ties with the upper-class that resulted in them going into poverty. Wanting to help her family and support them financially Mildred left to go find work elsewhere, in which she meets Blitzo and is hired onto the I.M.P. team.
She’s very hard-working, a bit brutish but has a heart of gold, and is blunt and out-spoken. She’s not very sophisticated but has a lot of Wisdom to her and gives some great advice to Loona as the only other woman in the workplace, and someone for Loona to look up to in times of need. She gets along great with everyone except Moxxie, who she butts heads with constantly due to their conflicting personalities and backgrounds. Speaking of Moxxie, he’s next on the list.
Moxandicus (Moxxie)
Moxxie was an Imp born into the wealthier part of Imp society, basically making him the equivalent of your typical “uptight, sophisticated rich boy”. His family comes from a line of competitive businessmen, none of that mafia mumbo-jumbo, though they probably do have some loose ties to them in some way. Moxxie is the odd-one-out of his family, rather than taking an interest in the family business, instead finds his passion in Mortals History (this man is so infatuated with Humans culture its crazy). Because of this, his family looked at him more as a nuisance “wasting his time on silly hobbies”, and basically cut him off from his wealth until he “proved himself worthy” of being welcomed back into the family. Now broke and nowhere to go, Moxxie finds himself looking for work, where he meets Blitzo and joins I.M.P.
I imagine my Moxxie has a very similar personality to the one if the show, except he’s more educated, calculating, snooty and uptight, and less of.. I don’t know how to put this— coward? Butt of the joke? You get what I mean. He’s essentially the straight man and voice of reason for the group, and is the one who usually has to get them out of their pickles when working. He doesn’t have a lot of street smarts and is less willing to get his hands dirty compared to everyone else. Like I said earlier he clashes a lot with Millie and frequently questions Blitzo’s authority, but most of the time doesn’t argue back on the count of that’s his boss. He’s indifferent towards Loona, though questions why a teenager is working for them in the first place.
Blitz(o)
A lot of Blitz’s backstory and personality is mostly the same: Grew up in the circus in the Pride Ring, left after wanting to seek more in life prove to everyone someone from his social class can make it big in the world, yadayadayada. However I did rewrite some things that I believed wold make his character a lot better/more tolerable:
He’s still on good terms with his sister, they’re just really busy all the time so they don’t have a lot of time to talk or see each other (I’m so sick of this dude not having at LEAST one good relationship).
He and Verosika are still on bad terms due to their messy break-up, though I want to believe Blitzo regrets and sometimes even misses her and the actions that led to their falling out, though due to his pride refuses to admit it out loud.
None of that weird “sexually harassing my coworkers” shit. That was weird and gross.
I gave him a personality that’s more attuned to “if Weird Al was a bounty hunter who grew up in the circus”. He was always some silly little guy to me. The man grew up in a circus, I’d expect him to be a little clowned down if you get what I’m sayin’.
His relationship with Loona is typically the same. He adopted her when she was around 13-14 and has been raising her ever since as his teenage daughter (None of that weird “treating hellhounds like literal peta thing that was weird and confusing). He makes her work as their secretary and “social media manager” as a way to earn a weekly allowance and also “the kids are hip with it she’ll do wonders for us promotionally”. She does not, he just refuses to admit it.
Leona (Loona)
I’ve done a lot of reworking for Loona as well, same reasons as Millie. Istg they do not know how to wrote female characters.
Loona is a hellhound born from the Sloth Ring. She doesn’t know a lot of her background, but was raised in foster care for a small portion of her life until Blitzo took her in when she hit her teenage years. Before that however she took a liking towards astrology and magic and would constantly read about it in her formative years. When she began living with Blitz she began attending schooling to further learn about magic and how to translate older works, which is how she’s able to use Stolas’ book for the IMP team to use. She get’s teased on a lot in school for being one of the only Hellhounds there, which causes her to feel insecure about herself and shut in from people including Blitz.
Loona’s a very quiet, closed-off teenager (16-17), who’s very much in that “going through a phase” part of growing up. She’s very insecure about herself and is easily-impressionable, which is why she looks up to Millie so much, since she’s cool and is the only other girl in the office space to talk to. Loona’s relationship with Blitz is the same, except she actually acts like a teenager and not an abusive asshole. She wants to prove to herself that she’s not some “loser nobody” and can actually do magic and make friends with other teens her age.
And that’s it. Sorry it was so long I had a lot to say lol. If you have further questions, direct them to my ask box.
#hooboh that was a lot to write#I have school in the morning so goodnight everyone sweet dreams#I might do the villains mext and their redesigns if yall wanna see that#txt post#long post#helluva critical#helluva rewrite#helluva boss#vivziepop critical
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tigerfish ramblings
I really enjoy thinking about them healing and coping with each other so I hope yall enjoy! this will prolly have some repeats from my last hc post but this is a lil more in depth
they could meet up in prison, Saejima noticing the new guy who’s just entered the regular population, apparently housed in a medical prison due to severe injuries. it was recommended Nishiki stay where he was but he insisted he didn’t want to be pitied for the current state of his body. anything that happens to him now is more than deserved—he’s convinced he should suffer for everything he’s done.
so Saejima sees this sad sack, struggling with something, and decides to help him. Nishiki doesn’t want it but something about the way Saejima insists is different. Saejima’s not here to feel sorry for him. he can tell Nishiki’s an independent sort of guy. Saejima’s just pragmatic: thinks if this guy’s got a mind to keep living despite his trauma then he might as well put in the effort to make living worth the time—get help when you need it; it’s a waste to spend it struggling. so he offers that help and Nishiki’s never really considered that—that he doesn’t have make every living moment hell for the sake of some self imposed punishment. he begrudgingly accepts. he’s still unsure if he should be allowed kindness but this gets them to talking.
they find out the two of them are Tojo fools, Nishiki being wildly impressed Saejima’s the 18 Count guy but the big guy’s not so proud of it. it hits Nishiki coldly, that someone so legendary is here with him now, rotting away in jail, nothing to his name other than murder. he relates that he was a patriarch himself and now he’s nobody, fundamentally dead to everyone who’s left alive to care. they both have a sad little laugh over the things they’ve done only to end up in the same place, perhaps already forgotten.
Saejima’s had all the time in the world to think though, to understand that what he did will always follow him so he looks to the future. what’s there to do than move on and face the hauntings that plague him? however, Nishiki’s still fresh in the realization that everything was for naught. that his life’s work afforded him nothing but irreversible damage and a legacy to be ashamed of. Nishiki wants to move on but can’t. it’s too soon and too real. Saejima’s hopeful, though.
he wants to see his sister, Majima, his boss, he wants to know what’s happened since he was put away. Nishiki doesn’t want to see anyone. doesn’t believe he’s deserving of seeing anyone. Nishiki wants to undo everything and wonders, would Saejima do the same? Saejima doesn’t see the point in asking. what would it change? would it make him feel better? to pretend he didn’t do such terrible things as if wishful thinking could minimize his actions? no, now is just acceptance and punishment. taking responsibility. Nishiki... he has trouble with that. he can’t wrap his mind around moving on—to a degree he doesn’t want to. he wants to stew in loathing and blame. it’s all he’s ever really known of course, being in Kiryu’s shadow. Nishiki regrets decisions while Saejima regrets things he hasn’t yet done. Saejima knows he can’t change the past so there’s no point trying to live in a time that no longer belongs to him. Nishiki wishes he could. that it was that easy.
Nishiki thinks Saejima would have been a great patriarch because he cares. he cares like Kiryu does. he’s kind to people that don’t deserve it like himself. Nishiki thinks it’s great that Saejima has people waiting for him since he can only wish that for himself. Saejima asks about this Kiryu guy and Nishiki’s quiet. doesn’t even know how Kiryu’s doing after the bomb. he hopes he’s okay, alive at least; it’s Kiryu, he has to be. Nishiki laughs, saying he should have been more like Kiryu, more caring and brave and steadfast. maybe things could have turned out different. maybe he could have been better. Saejima tells him that anyone can be better, but they don’t have to be like someone they’re not.
Nishiki’s shocked. his entire life was a comparison to Kiryu and this guy, this legendary guy who’s too good to him, doesn’t compare him to Kiryu. it’s not normal for Nishiki to feel valued. it’s not normal for him to think someone’s not lying to him. but Saejima must mean it right? to see value in someone like him who’s done nothing but self loathe and self punish. maybe he’s just being nice but Saejima’s so blunt and sure of himself that Nishiki can’t help but believe him. he was right about this guy, Saejima cares a lot. too much. Saejima has to get it through Nishiki’s thick skull that he cares just the right amount.
so maybe Nishiki can feel vulnerable around Saejima. feel like himself again. someone that doesn’t have to put up fronts. someone that doesn’t have to worry about how he looks when he cries about better times when life was easy and simple. when he remembers his sister and how he feels like he failed her. Saejima gets that. he mentions Yasuko and hopes she’s okay. hopes that everything he’s done hasn’t destroyed her life but he knows it’s not the case. how cruel it was for him to leave her without a word, without a plan. Nishiki would say Saejima is someone Yasuko would be proud of, not for his actions but the person he’s become. remorseful and mournful. human. Nishiki forgot how to be that and for the first time in a long time, he’s been able to feel real again.
but the guilt comes back. Nishiki fails to see how Saejima can think he deserves more than even basic human kindness, how he should have died in the explosion, how he’s a waste of space. Saejima grabs him and tells him to sack the fuck up and realize that living is their penance. to survive is to do better, be better. that’s how they’ll make up for the things they’ve done and if it takes the rest of their lives then that’s how it is. punishment is living through the consequences. judgement is the guilt and burdens they’ll have to bear. he says they deserve to live because they deserve to face their responsibilities. it’s about doing good with the time they have left and that means being more than just worm food. it’s why Saejima’s so compassionate, why he’s so helpful. he’s not going to take more from the world than he can give. he’s already taken so much just to end up with nothing. what a real waste it would be for them to rot away when they could do so much more to atone.
it’s curious, how Saejima wants to be strong for others than himself. Nishiki wants to try but thinks he can’t. Kiryu was always the stronger one, in every sense. Nishiki is nothing without Kiryu. Saejima sits him down, tells him he doesn’t know who the fuck this Kiryu guy is at all so he doesn’t matter. Nishiki has to stand on his own here and it’s terrifying. he can feel himself being judged but it’s not Saejima doing it, it’s himself. he’s afraid. he’s seen what he can do, what he became. yet he’s equally ashamed of the weakling he was. Saejima commends him for still being here, despite the damage to his body, despite the hurt he caused, despite the fear he has. there’s no weakness in that.
Nishiki takes a long time to feel comfortable as himself again. he wants to be his own person, to really try to be better. but what can they do really, while in jail? Saejima says it doesn’t have to be some grand gesture. it can be small things. simple things. even if it’s just offering a friendly hand to someone who didn’t think they deserved it at all.
forgiveness isn’t easy, nor should it be, but the act of trying to get it, to be better to deserve it, to wallow in the pains of coping and healing is both punishment and freedom. Saejima laughs, “shit’s gonna be difficult but it wouldn’t be fair to us or anyone else if it weren’t.”
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Alright, time for me to give my thoughts on the results of this poll I put up last week. Long, drawn out, over-explained post ahead!
86.9% of voters think that Merrin would win if she and Cal had faced off in a 1v1 on Dathomir in JFO.
I am gonna go ahead and… disagree. HEAR ME OUT!
Y’all know I love my girl Merrin. She is wonderful and amazing and very very powerful.
But Cal is a JEDI!
I think because we see so much of them in Star Wars, we tend to forget just how powerful Jedi are. We’ve seen Jedi that are more powerful than Cal, but he’s still slicing through stormtroopers like butter!
Neither Merrin nor Cal is any kind of pushover, and it would for sure be very very close.
One thing to remember about Merrin is that while she is a very powerful Nightsister and implied to be above average for her age, she’s still very young, and was very young when her sisters died. Anything she’s learned since then she’s had to teach herself. (One could say the same about Cal, I suppose, but he at least now has Cere to help guide him.) When Malicos says to Merrin, “This power is beyond your control,” he says it with the intention of making her angry, which he does succeed at, but he also may not have been entirely wrong. Note that when Cal leaves Dathomir after making an alliance with Merrin, the undead Nightsisters are still attacking him on the way out.
(Side note: she doesn’t get to raise the dead in this hypothetical boss fight, that is no longer a 1v1! Plus, she already tried that and it didn’t work!)
Merrin, at least when we first meet her in JFO, has always struck me as someone who’s trying to present herself as something she’s not. She’s got something to prove: that she is capable of avenging her lost sisters. But she’s haunted by the fact that there was nothing she could do to save them, because she was, and is, so young. Malicos uses her insecurity about her lack of experience to gaslight her for his own selfish desires, and in her desperation to prove him wrong, her magick is unfocused and uncontrolled. And at the end of the day, despite her desire for revenge, she’s not a cold-blooded killer.
My point is that in terms of power and skill, Call and Merrin are probably pretty evenly matched.
Another thing to consider is timing. Admittedly now we’re getting into my own vision and maybe things would play out different if you put this fight earlier in the story, but if we’re to assume this boss fight with Merrin takes place in the same time frame as the Malicos boss fight, either in addition to or in place of it, we’ve got Cal at his strongest emotional point in the game. He has just made peace with everything that happened to him. Merrin, on the other hand, has just had everything she thought she believed in come crashing down around her. And if we’re at the point where she’s still attacking Cal, she’s not thinking straight. There is no legitimate reason left for her to be angry at Cal specifically, she’s just angry. She hasn’t cooled down from “You both shall learn!” And to be fair, from her perspective, if Malicos used her and lied to her, why should Cal be any different?
In this scenario, Merrin has got to be at a point of hopelessness. She may no longer be certain that the Jedi killed her people, but she feels like her anger and desire for revenge is all she has left, and she will get her revenge or die trying. And (possible trigger warning) now that she’s uncertain that her anger at the Jedi is justified, there probably is a part of her that almost hopes she dies trying. Because even if she did kill Cal, then what? Then she really has nothing left!
Why go after Cal instead of Malicos? Well for starters, that fight she definitely wouldn’t win, because the only way she and Cal were ever going to be able to defeat him was together. And I think rather than being afraid that Malicos would kill her, she’s more afraid that he wouldn’t kill her and that he would force her to continue serving his selfish desires. (Side note, there’s a possible headcanon in the subtext there that I really, really don’t wanna entertain… my poor girl has been through enough!)
I think in the end, a lack of focus and lack of confidence in her own motivation would be Merrin’s downfall. In a way, it’s somewhat reminiscent of Obi Wan vs Anakin. Anakin was more powerful than Obi Wan, but Obi Wan was more focused and more precise. Anakin’s lack of focus caused him to make a bad judgement call (ignoring the high ground) and Obi Wan quickly took advantage of it.
So let’s write some fanfiction real quick!
The way I see a fight between Cal and Merrin playing out at this point in JFO, they would be somewhat evenly matched, and at a moment when Merrin has the upper hand she would hesitate, because she’s unsure if she really does want this, unsure if she really should want this, and as stated before, she’s not a heartless murderer. Perhaps, even, seeing Cal at her mercy might remind her of herself as a child at the mercy of the monster who killed her family. (A Reva moment, if you will.)
Now one could argue whether or not Cal could’ve held her off at this moment had she not had this crisis of conscience, but regardless, she would hesitate just long enough for Cal to take the upper hand and checkmate her. But he wouldn’t kill her. He doesn’t want to kill her. He knows how misguided her anger is, and even if he can’t get through to her, he doesn’t believe she deserves to die. The victory condition for Cal is simply to get the Astrium and escape with his life. Perhaps he might have killed her to reach that goal if he had to, but it would’ve been a hollow victory.
In this moment, pinned beneath Cal’s saber, Merrin reverts back to the little girl she was on the day of the massacre. She is scared, and not ready to die, but she no longer has the strength or will to fight back.
Everything freezes for a moment, and then Cal slowly lowers his lightsaber. She opens her eyes and looks into his as he turns the blade off and steps back. He walks past her into the tomb, leaving her alone, in shock as she thinks about everything that just happened.
So I think there are a few reasons this didn’t actually happen in the game. First of all, a Merrin boss fight followed almost immediately by a Malicos boss fight would’ve been too much. But more importantly, for it to have an emotional impact would’ve required more character development for Merrin earlier in the game that there just wasn’t time for because at the end of the day, JFO is Cal’s story, not Merrin’s. Cool as Merrin was in the first game, what really made her character interesting is the dynamic she forms with Cal, and to try to develop that dynamic earlier would’ve required more cutscenes at a point when the player is not yet invested enough in Cal as a character to really care that much, and all those cutscenes would do is interrupt the gameplay that people came for. I think if the story of JFO were being told in a different medium that didn’t rely so much on action, such a book or *cough cough* a stage production perhaps, this subplot would fit in a little better.
Okay fine, maybe this is all just my vision for what I’d want a Fallen Order musical to look like! I’m telling you, IT COULD WORK!! 😂
So to recap, I think Cal would win in a 1v1 with Merrin (at least in the first game), I think Merrin in the first game is more bark than bite, and I think underneath the hard exterior she’s a sweet broken baby bird and I wanna give her a hug! 🥺🫶
Besides, if we did actually have this boss fight, video game rules dictate that Cal would have to win eventually! 😉
#cal kestis#nightsister merrin#merrin#merrical#jedi fallen order#jedi survivor#dathomir#taron malicos#I’ve spent way too much time thinking about this#damaging my own emotions#this might be an unpopular opinion#I just want to give them both a hug#they deserve the galaxy#please just let them live happily ever after! 🥺
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The way your stalker switched their story- and/or keep worsening your "crimes" made me have a dawning that not only how utter bullshit it is but also that I've gone through a similar situation.
(sorry it got so long...)
Had a boss (manager- a woman) openly flirt and make comments of that nature to me. At the time I was 20 this was my first job (at a gas station), she was about twice my age when I rejected her with the "I have a boyfriend" suddenly my job got a lot harder. I wasn't taught/shown how to do stuff (not that she really did that before but now I was getting nothing) and was shoving me on shifts by myself for 9+ hours. It got really bad that ultimately boiled over with a claim from her that was a stealing money- but also 20 yr old me somehow edited the system I barely knew how to work to erase all evidence of it other than her word with "counting the money".
There was never any real proof but I was fired anyway- fast forward to a month after that and she is slandering me at this place to the point I'm having other adults (some around my age some older) verbally attack me and stay some character damaging things to my friends and family. But the accusations kept getting worse...
First a stole
Then I was arrested
Then I was arrested multiple times
Then I was stalking her
Then she had a restraining order against me
ALL UNTRUE.
It ended when she fired and arrested for stealing and harassing employees the same things she was accusing me of.
Which made me start thinking, that your stalker escalates pretty quickly- which means they're getting too comfortable in what they're saying. Which means eventually (and probably shortly from the looks are it) are gonna "mess up" get sloppy and give others the proof that they're doing all of this and not you. It's all a projection because they're like that not you.
What I was just trying to make with long-winded ass was that most crazies who are making up horrible lies about you get too comfortable at the thought that everyone is staring at you and not them and end up doing something self-destructive and outing themselves so hard as the real crazy when they were always pointing at you for being the crazy.
I think your stalker has gotten too comfortable and that's why this already destructive behavior is getting worse.
Indeed they are quite comfortable. Most people who don't like me don't actually follow them. They just repeat "Lily wrote pedo fic" or "Lily molested her sister" off-hand when they hear my name because they heard some other Youtuber say it. But they didn't keep up with it enough to know things like "All we have is their word that Lily wrote that" or "The Youtuber retracted that video of Lily's sister" and the like.
The upside is that, individually at least, it's easy for people to set the record straight one person at a time.
But it seems more and more people are pressing them for actual proof, more people are starting to say "No, you need more than trust me bro." Hell they're getting really bitchy that now they have people putting pressure on them AND ratting them out to me with actual links so that the rest of my audience sees what lunatics they are.
That's the part they don't like. They can't delete an archive link, and a much bigger audience is seeing them fuck up now that I keep answering these asks.
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His Inheritance ~ Chapter 21 Preview
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“I don’t like it, boss,” you heard Dyson mutter in the kitchen.
Yeah, okay, you were lurking. But Luca had told you Steve would be out tonight, something to do with bad things happening in his business. You just came down a little early for dinner is all.
“I don’t like it either,” Steve’s voice was low. “But if I don’t call a meeting, he’ll get ahead of me on this. Make it look like I have something to hide. And that’s not how I like to operate.”
One of Dyson’s long-suffering sighs. “What’s Barnes gotten himself into?”
“That’s what we’re trying to find out,” Steve told him. “I have my suspicions.”
“You taking Neal and Clint with you, right?”
“With the situation with Bruce? No. Clint stays here,” Steve told them.
“What’s going on with Banner?” Luca’s gruff tone cut in on the conversation.
This time it was Steve who sighed. “I’m stopping in for a surprise visit when I’m done with this meeting. Nat’s probably provoked him again.”
“Probably,” Luca replied.
“She’s a good kid,” Dyson pointed out. “Ain’t right the situation she’s in, boss. You know I’ve always thought that.”
“She created the situation,” Steve told him. “Banner would never have strayed if she hadn’t taken back up with Clint the minute he got back. Once upon a time, Bruce was crazy about her.”
“Not her fault she was never going to love him,” Dyson said.
You smiled at that. Dyson was right.
“It was more than that,” Steve went on. “Clint’s a soldier. Banner is my lawyer. She’s safer with him. Much safer. She can keep the lifestyle she’s always had. Besides, that marriage greatly benefited this family.”
“It’s going to break her, Steve.” Dyson wasn’t backing down. “She’s your sister.”
A beat passed. Steve at a loss for words?
“I didn’t ask her to do something I wasn’t willing to do myself,” Steve finally said. “My marriage was arranged too. And it also benefited the family.”
Luca’s chortle had you covering your mouth to keep from laughing with him. “Is that what it is?”
“What?”
“Your lips move but your father’s voice comes out. All you did was force your sister and the old boss’s daughter into marriages neither one wanted,” Luca explained. “Arranged marriage my ass.”
“I don’t know what can be done about Nat’s situation,” Steve told him. “My own wife? She’s coming around.”
“Yeah? You better hope she is,” Luca went on. “Your wife? She ain’t Nat. There’s times when she sounds like her father. Your sister plays the drama card because that’s all she knows to do. Your wife is learning every card in the deck. You shouldn’t underestimate her.”
Silence as their words registered with you. You were intimidated and pleased all at the same time. They thought you had potential?
“Just keep her safe for me,” Steve’s tone was serious. “Okay?”
“You got nothing to worry about,” Luca told him.
When Steve walked out of the kitchen, he found you sitting at the table, scrolling through your phone. You didn’t act like you’d noticed his entrance. When he walked around to stand behind you, you smiled.
“Heading out?” you asked, placing your phone on the table.
“I am.” Easing around your hair, his warm lips teased your neck. The quick slide of his tongue on your skin had you shivering in your seat. “What are your plans while I’m gone?”
“Dinne. Poker night,” you told him. “Adding to my divorce fund.”
He chuckled, his whiskers brushing your flesh as his lips trailed down your throat.
“When I get home, maybe I’ll work on changing your mind about that divorce,” he whispered. His hands slid down your back, roaming over your body ins ways that had your blood heating up.
“Oh, it’s going to take a bit more than that,” you told him.
“What does my princess want?” He was still pawing you, teasing you.
“Many things,” you told him. “But we’ll talk about that later.”
Steve kissed your cheek. “We will.”
#His Inheritance#Sh*ts going down this next chapter#Beta thinks I shouldn't#Which means of course I am
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belle what the fuck happened??? are you okay???
long story short (prob won’t be short, knowing me oops):
tw: drug overdose, suicide, hospitalization mentions
work has been one of the biggest stressors in my life lately. i’ve been getting relentlessly harassed and bullied by a coworker (and my boss has done very little in regards to it), and something happened the other day with an extremely cruel parent of one of my kids, and it triggered something in me.
i was already having a difficult time the night before in regards to my ex (had a late night arguing with him and there were many countless unkind words said about me and the kind of person i am), and i was already in an incredibly bad place, so the work thing just pushed me to the edge. so i left work early, purchased a lot of cold medicine, went home, and took it all on top of sleeping pills and other stuff i can’t remember. said goodbye to my loved ones before i eventually went to sleep.
after that, a lot of it was a blur, so what i’m relaying right now is either from the few times i was lucid or from what other people have recalled to me.
live-in ex had been driving around trying to find me after my friends at work alerted her that i’d left suddenly, but she eventually made her way back to our apartment where she found me cold in our bed, and so she called 911. she tried rousing me but she was unsuccessful. paramedics eventually came and they kept trying to wake me up and eventually brought me to the emergency room.
i’m not sure what they tried to do to me in there, but obviously they tried to flush all the drugs out or whatever. i remember very little during this time, just that they had to cut my clothes off of me and i couldn’t stay awake for long. live-in ex was there the whole time, but they didn’t let her in the room until my mom got there and declared her as family (they wouldn’t let her past the waiting area bc we’re not related, so my mom had them list her as my spouse so she could be with me).
eventually, they placed me in the ICU where i was placed on bed rest (literally was not allowed to get off my bed because there were at least like, five or six wires attached to me) the whole time. a nurse has to be in the same room as me at all times, so they rotate these different nurses in 12 hour shifts, apart from the regular lead nurse who does hourly rounds to check on me. thankfully, they allowed visitors, so live-in ex stayed with me for most of it (so did my mom and my dad briefly, but they’re not as important). when they deemed me “healthy” enough (basically they wanted to make sure i didn’t lose my liver or something), they moved me into a regular hospital room.
been in here for the past day or so now. i can still have visitors, so live-in ex, both my parents, and my baby sister have all visited me. one of my coworkers who i’m close to also surprised me with a visit (which was so sweet, i was trying not to cry). they’re thankfully allowing me to have my phone and all (i’d be going insane if not), but i’ve been mostly sleeping honestly.
i tried asking them to not admit me into the psych ward cause i hate being in the looney bin, but i don’t have much of a choice because of the “severity” of my attempt. tried to opt for outpatient, but gonna be put in inpatient whether i like it or not, so i’ll be spending christmas here in the hospital alone unfortunately. oh well.
oops, yeah, not long story short lmao. anyway, sorry for worrying y’all. i really was not as lucid as i believed i was at the time that i’d made all those cryptic posts. i wanted to spend some time writing while i’m in here, but my emotional state has been so raw recently and the past few days being in here has caused me to be a lot more blocked in regards to that. my writing is tied to my emotions, so i won’t be able to write for y’all until i can process my emotions better again.
i don’t necessarily plan to abandon y’all, but if i’m slightly less active on here than usual, please understand why.
love you all.
#2023 has been one of the hardest years of my life#anon#belle answers#drug overdose mention#suicide mention#hospitalization mention#v
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𓆩♡𓆪 episode one: OFFER.
SOUR GRAPES RE-DEBUTS WITH A NEW AESTHETIC !! what do you guys think of the newspaper/flyer theme going on?? this chapter is a bit long but everything has been long so far i guess. don’t read this w high expectations lol you’ll disappoint your own self skfkskle, but also the storyline changed so don’t expect the exact same things CHEERS GUYS lemme know what you think n spam my inbox ♡
8:46 am, madison square garden; training.
that headline was a couple months old, but this was your first time seeing it.
“Y/n, put the newspaper down! we’re almost done” Bret Hart called out to you, your eyes scanned through the paper before placing it down.
“coming!”
you’ve been signed with the WWF for almost three months, and so far everything was going great. you were making a lot more friends than you thought you would and the boss wasn’t as much of a jackass as some made him out to be.
you had originally debuted in NJPW, it was a break through debut as the match was given a seven star rating. it was the first match in wrestling history to be given a full seven star rating by Dave Meltzer, and the first in history to be achieved by a woman, so the moment Vince McMahon heard of that, he smelled gold like a piglet smells truffles.
you were trained in the Hart dungeon, which meant a lot of things. you’re definitely talented, a credible wrestler, and had a good reputation for being a professional worker and someone who truly loved the business, and because of how close you grew with the family you were an honorary Hart. being in NJPW made you a bit of a stiff worker. wrestlers over there maintained quite the rough style, hitting hard and often blading to give matches colour, so there was a bit of a worry backstage that you’ll stiff those you work with.
in Bret’s eyes, you were like his little sister, he’s the person who looks out for you the most in this company, especially with how women are treated. he lobbied to help you ease a bit on the stiffness and to help you adapt to the less brutal WWF style wrestling.
he knows your abilities, and has seen you rehearse matches that could’ve been instant classics had it not been for Vince not taking women seriously.
you slid into the ring and got back into position, Bret was teaching you how to lock a firm sharpshooter.
“so what you’re gonna do, yeah, you lean back in on their spine and tighten your grip on their legs” Bret explained. he’s been teaching you the basics of technical wrestling for a a little over a month now.
“like this?” you ask, holding his legs tightly, “exactly, now lean back in on my spine” he says. you lean back a little, afraid that you’ll hurt him. “c’mon now, with you’re whole body” Bret encouraged, and so you lean back tightening your grip on his legs. he holds his breath a bit, bearing the pain before pulling out. “yup! that’ll do it!” he said immediately getting out of your hold.
“was that okay?” you ask, you’ve never seen him pull out of a move so we’re a little concerned. “that genuinely hurt, it’s was more than okay! you executed it perfectly” he complimented you, with a smile.
you immediately hugged him tightly, squeezing him. you may be a little homicidal in the ring, but still fluffy outside it. his smile made you smile as don’t see him smile a lot, slightly annoyed was his default mood. “alright that’s enough, y/n/n” he said patting your hair.
“‘morning y’all!” a familiar voice said from behind you, you turned around and a big smile formed on your face once you saw who it was. “Randy!” you squealed.
there he was, in all his infinite glory and big, colourful, sparkly hat-assery. Macho Man Randy Savage, he was one of those you looked up to a lot. he was like a father figure, “you have too much energy for eight in the morning, y/n/n” he said giving you a hug. “too much coffee” you laughed.
“morning, hitman!” he greeted bret, who returned the greeting. “oh, yeah! y/n, Vince wanted to see you in his office.” Randy said.
“oh okay” you said, you’ve been itching to wrestle so hopefully he wanted to debut you soon.
you look back at Bret, he shrugs at you. “it’s almost nine and will did a lot today, you can go if you want” he says. you definitely should, can’t keep the boss waiting. you quickly gather your bag, water bottle and jacket.
“i’ll see you later guys!” you waved to them as you pulled the door that lead to the hallway open. on your way out you bump into someone and you trip back a bit. they grab your hand and help you maintain you balance, you look up at them …
and you can literally see and physically feel your mood drop.
Shawn Michaels.
you had made yourself a decently tight friend group. Bret, Owen, Jimmy, Randy, Steve Austin, Lita and Chyna. these were great people, unlike Shawn.
Shawn was one of the most annoying people you’ve ever met, you never come across people that pissed you off into laughter but there’s a first for everything.
he was constantly being a dick towards you, extremely rude and sometimes borderline disrespectful. he had a major attitude issue and was ready to pick fights in a heartbeat. one of the several problems you had with him was much of a backstage politiker he was. you’ve seen so many people get their pushes cancelled and have their storylines thrown out the window simply because Shawn didn’t like them.
you’ve seen some get fired too! and you haven’t been here for that long!
however, for some reason, you seemed to be a target that he had. Shawn was quite popular with the other girls backstage, but you clearly weren’t a fan. you weren’t going to stay quite about the shit he would do, he’s tried you multiple times and 9/10 times you had to be pulled away from each other. you weren’t afraid of beating up a man, you’d do it twice without a second’s thought.
what he didn’t like about you was the fact that you didn’t hold back, you always had something to say or an argument to go against his. he’s heard stories of you making grown men and women cry, beating up people that were much larger than you, and how infamous you were for letting everyone know that they will get these hands if that’s what it takes, and frankly - that was very a bit terrifying to hear.
“oh” you breathe out pulling you hands towards you. he just smirks and walks past you. ew.
you rush down the hall way to reach your locker room as quickly as possible, you didn’t want to keep Vince waiting at all. you took a quick shower and put on some clean clothes, gotta make a good impression! not like you’re meeting him for the first time, but still.
you walk back out and make a beeline to his office. you knock on the door and you’re greeted with a deep, raspy ‘come in!’. “morning!” you say, “morning y/n” Vince responds. “how’s your day going?”
“well, y’know. writing and re-writing Raw still, nothing much” he answers, “training?” he asks. “pretty good!” you nod, “heard you were looking for me?” you half ask. “yeah!” he says leaning back, placing his pen down.
“you’re debuting tonight” he nonchalantly said.
your eyes widened and it felt like being a little kid again, “tonight?!” you ask excitedly. “yeah, still figuring it own, but it’s definite!” he says with a congratulatory smile. “g-great! good to know! thank you? thank you!” you smile.
“your welcome”
12:38 pm, catering.
“tonight?!” Jimmy asked, almost choking on his coffee. “i know!” you say. “aw, i’m proud of ya!” Steve said, ruffling your hair. “yeah y/n! i’m really happy for you” Bret pats your back.
you felt accomplished, you still haven’t debuted yet, but it felt great. “careful now, don’t get hiccups while cutting a promo” Owen jokes. you stare at him with a slight frown, “why would you put the thought in my head?”, he just laughed at you.
"don't pay attention to him" Bret said, "and don't think too much of it, you've done this before. you'll do great per usual" he reassured. you smile at him.
"have you picked your gear yet?" Jimmy asked, you slump back into your seat. you completely forgot. "no I haven't" you sigh, "I have a bunch of clothes and I can put something together, but it's eh" you add.
"does anyone have a leather coat by the way?" you ask. Steve perks up, "I do!" he enthusiastically answers. everyone looks at each other, then back at Steve. "I'd expect that answer from Owen, or something, but you?" Bret comments. "what's that supposed to mean?!" the blond brother asks.
"why do you have that?" Jimmy asks, Steve shakes his head. "don't worry about it" he says, you all look at him again. "well.. can I borrow it?" you ask. "yeah, of course" Steve answers.
1:11 pm, y/n’s locker room.
to put together your gear, you needed help from two of your friends. Lita and Randy, both were very well dressed. one had a light goth, rockstar-esque aesthetic, while the other looked like he came straight out of cartoon network.
fun.
Lita had picked up the coat Steve gave you, she seemed fascinated by it. "where the hell did Steve get this coat from? it's very... feminine. not that he can't be into that, but damn" Lita says as she examined the coat. "I could've sworn he stole it from an ex girlfriend or something like that" Randy laughs. Lita looks more concerned than confused, and your facial expression read 'sounds like Steve to me'.
"okay, but what do we think so far?" you ask. you stood in front of your vanity mirror, you wore a black mini skirt that hugged your hips tightly and a black v-neck tank top and you topped them off with 'Steve's' leather coat and black and silver cowboy boots.
"you're wearing all black, what am I supposed to think?" Randy sarcastically asked. "you look cute!" Lita said fluffing your hair. "cute?!" Randy asked, flabbergasted. "you two are walking fashion predicaments! and you don't even wear your pants properly!" he pointed at Lita.
"that's so rich coming from the guy that looks like a Sesame Street character" you counter, Randy gasped with a hand on his chest and Lita was laughing at your comment.
"at least specify which character!"
"Big Bird."
"oh fuck off!"
as you three continued making fun of each other, you almost miss the knock at your locker room door. the knocking is heard again, but louder this time. you quickly jog towards the door and open it, you were greeted by a staff mamber.
"sorry to bother you y/n" she began, "oh on, don't worry about it" you smile, "Vince would like to see you" she continued.
oh.
"okay..? thank you" you said as she walked away. you step back into the room and the laugher instantly dies when Lita and Randy saw your face. "Vince wants to see me, again."
"oh, i hope this ends well.." Randy mutters.
you nervously knock on the office's door. worst case scenario your debut was cancelled. you push the door open and poke your head in, "hey" you awkwardly smile. "y/n! come in please" Vince said putting down some papers.
even though he was the only person in the room, the atmosphere was quite tense. you walk in, closing the door behind you then kind of just, standing there. "come sit" he says pointing to the chair in front of his desk.
you sit down, and your hands feel cold as you fiddle with your fingers. this was stupid, nothing makes you nervous. you're y/n y/l/n, god damn it. you cracked your neck and sat more comfortably, "so, regarding your debut tonight.." Vince began.
okay, maybe this is nerve wracking.
"I have an offer to make."
#rainchyna#sour grapes#THE RERUN IS HERE#SHE’S BACK#wwf x reader#wwf fanfic#wwf headcanons#wwe headcanons#wwe x reader#wwe fanfiction#wwe shawn michaels x reader#shawn michaels x reader#rainchyna’s sour grapes
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Lead and Gold 6.
Pairing: Eunhyuk/Reader
Genre: mafia!au, smut and fluff
Warnings: swearing, self-pleasuring
Word count: 3,527
There were a lot of gossips about your superior, Doctor Jung’s secret works, where he invited surgeon residents to his private clinic to help him out. Afterwards, no one talked a word about it. Then, your time came. He took you there too, and you did your best to do exactly what your job was in the hospital: saving people’s lives. You just didn’t know who’s life it was this time.
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You had a short, but eventful shift before Eunhyuk’s promised visit. You only got called in because of a massive accident and they needed all hands on deck. You were knee deep in blood and other body fluids while helping doctors save lives. Your head was in the game, you happily and successfully pushed your frustration aside during work, even earned some praising glances and words from other doctors, including Jung.
But the nerves came back crashing when all was said and done, and you could wash away the dirt and dried fluids from your skin in the changing room. You scrubbed your body, skin turning red from your own harshness. Your thoughts wandered to Eunhyuk and the fantasies from this dawn. You had to will your own hands not to slip to your lower region, since you were out in public.
Still wondering about the mafia boss and the intention of his visit tonight, you put on your change of clothes you kept in your locker. A simple black shirt and jeans with your usual puffy coat against the chilly weather.
Shindong was leaning against the car. He had sunglasses on, so you had no idea where he was looking, but then he nodded at you, acknowledging your arrival.
“Done saving the day?” He asked jokingly, and you could only shrug. You weren’t saving the day, just doing your job. “Not even a snarky remark about how I should shut up? It was that rough, huh?”
“Almost lost a little kid. Barely three years old. The parents came out with scratches. I think they are still kneeling at Jung’s feet, thanking him for saving their kid’s life.”
“They should be. At least I would do the same.”
His answer picked your curiosity.
“You’ve got a kid?”
“No. My sister has. A seven year old little devil. Always looking for mischief. My sister has a soft heart, so he always gets out of trouble with a few begging words and innocent looks.” Shindong chuckled to himself, probably remembering a good memory. “What about you? Planning on getting married? Have a few kids running around your skirt?”
“Have you seen any husband candidates?” you snorted, thinking about your lack of dates lately. With no husband material anywhere on the horizon, marriage and kids were only a dream. “I used to want it. Marriage, a good husband, two or three kids. I wanted it with my first boyfriend, and I know how pathetic that sounds. Then we broke up, and I put those plans on hold.”
“But you still want it.”
Shindong glanced at you as he stopped at a red light. Lately you were getting used to him driving you anywhere you had to go. It was more comfortable and faster than going by bus, and Shindong turned out to be a not so bad company. He recognized your moods from a few words and looks, knew when to talk to you and when to stay silent.
“If I find the right man, then yes. It’s all up to fate, I guess.”
He didn’t reply, only gave you an unreadable look.
As Shindong pulled up to your building, your eyes stilled on the fancy black car with tinted windows parked in front of your apartment building. With it being shiny and new, it looked totally out of place. A bad feeling settled in your stomach. It could be Eunhyuk’s enemies again. As if Shindong read your mind, he said:
“It’s the boss’s car. I’ll wait outside.”
The sun started to set, and you hesitated to get out of the car. You were nervous about what was waiting for you, once you get out and meet with Eunhyuk.
The man himself made that decision for you. He elegantly got out of the fancy car, alone. That was a first. It must have been weird for him to not be followed by Donghae or any bodyguard. He was walking straight to you, opening the door once he got there.
“Donghae already checked the perimeters.” He was talking to Shindong, but his eyes were on you, drinking you up with only a glance. A shiver ran through your body, but your tried to conceal it with fiddling with your bag and keys.
“How nice of you! Breaking in my apartment, looking for an intruder,” you commented.
“So we could have a little chat without interruption.”
It was Shindong, who snorted this time.
“We all know, chatting is the last thing that will happen up there,” the bodyguard muttered, and you decided to not react. Something warm stirred in your stomach as you inhaled sharply.
Eunhyuk just laughed it off. He offered you his hand, helping you out of the car. He even held your hand as he guided you to your building.
“So what is it that you can’t discuss over the phone with me? Are you gonna kill me?”
You pulled your hand away as you got to the stairs, taking the lead while going up.
“I thought about it,” he admitted lowly. It made you stop in your track and Eunhyuk walked right into you, not expecting you to stop. His body leaning into your back was surprisingly warm, and he put his hand on your hip to settle himself. You thought you felt his fingers caress you for a moment, but his hand disappeared as fast as it came.
“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me whether you are going to kill me,” you said in a hushed tone, finally aware of your surroundings.
Turning around to face him was a mistake. He was looking up at you with dark eyes, mirroring the same lust you felt.
“Killing is the last thing on my mind right now.”
You tried to leave him behind before you did or said something you couldn’t take back, but he was fast on your heels, following you up the stairs and to your door. Entering your home, you went straight to the kitchen pouring yourself a glass of water and gulping it down.
“Anything to drink?” you asked him nonchalantly, masking your true thoughts.
“Something strong.”
“I only have beer and some leftover wine.”
“Wine will do, then. Thank you.”
Pouring a glass of it, you handed it to him. He was standing in the middle of your living room, looking around like he’s never been there before, while taking slow sips of the wine.
You kept staring at him, waiting for Eunhyuk to say something. Anything, really. But you weren’t the patient kind, not with him.
“So, you came here because?”
“You already guessed half of it. For a while now my plan was to simply kill you. Then I was thinking about paying you off and sending you somewhere far away.” The way he spoke about those possibilities without any hint of an emotion, you became reluctant.
“Did I not do a good job saving your men’s life?”
“No, you did a perfect job. And you proved you can keep your mouth shut even under bad circumstances.”
“Well, that is a way to describe my torturing.”
“And there it is.” He stepped closer to you, taking another sip of his wine. Black eyes unwavering as he held your gaze captive. “You talk back when you shouldn’t. You even dared to send back my gift.”
“And that is why you plan to kill me or pay me off? Because I ran my mouth carelessly and didn’t want to take your money after I got beaten up by your enemies?”
“I told you, killing is off the table. The other half depends.”
“On what?”
You were getting more confused the longer this conversation went on. You finally wanted to know what he wanted from you. If it wasn’t to put you in an early grave and sending you away was optional, then what was it?
“You confuse me, Y/N. You distract me from my business. So I’m here to propose an offer.”
Eunhyuk was standing very close to you now, and you didn’t realize when he took those remaining steps. You could feel his breath on your face, his scent was making you dizzy. You wanted to touch him so bad, touch his tattoos and scars. You wanted him to touch you, caress and make you feel… something.
“What kind of offer? And what do you mean I distract you? We barely met like what? Three or four times?” He chuckled as if you just told him the joke of the decade.
“And still, you can’t tell me you don’t feel this pull between us,” he whispered, leaning forward a little, so his lips were brushing yours. If you would be braver, you would already be tasting the wine on his lips. “My offer is this: give yourself to me tonight. I’ll make it worth for you and I can finally get you out of my system.”
You were scared to break this strange tension in the room, fearing it might disappear, so you just whispered back.
“And after that?”
“We never talk about it.”
“Did you bring condoms with you?” You asked the first thing that popped up in your mind.
“I did. But I’m also clean, if you are on birth control and feeling risky.”
You hummed satisfied with that answer.
“I’m also clean and on birth control. We’ll see then.”
Then you did the only thing you could think of.
Surging forward and kissing him must have been your best decision. You licked the residue of wine from his lips and Eunhyuk groaned into your mouth huskily. His hands found their way to your hips, then your ass, pulling you impossibly close to himself.
He was warm and deliciously hard under your touch. Your fingers got lost in his hair, and you opened your mouth for him. He didn’t hesitate to slid his tongue in. Your head became dizzier, and you were high on the feeling of Eunhyuk. His cock was hard, you could feel it pushing into your belly, making you wetter by the moment.
Lips leaving yours, he started to kiss down your neck, while his hands got busy with your pants. Eunhyuk unclasped the button, pulling the fabric down, his lips trailed down to your covered breasts, too. He helped you step out of your jeans. You were panting heavily as he stared at the wet patch on your panties and sighed, sending shivers through your body.
“You know,” he said as he straightened and picked you up, “I was taught to never eat standing.”
He smirked at you as he laid you on the dining table, taking a seat, so his face was right in front of your pussy.
“Let’s remove that, too.” Eunhyuk pulled on your panties and you lifted yourself to help him get it off faster. “And bon appetite!”
You didn’t have time to react, only to moan, as he grabbed your thigh and dived right into you. He lapped at your pussy like he was a man with a death sentence eating his last supper. And you screamed in satisfaction.
Fingers clenching hard on the edge of the table, curses slipped out of your mouth, when he sucked on your clit, then flicked it a few times before he went back to your folds.
“Fuck, you taste divine, babe!”
The way he moaned and grabbed your thigh harder turned you on even more. You could feel your orgasm building steadily. No man has ever eaten you out like this before.
Eunhyuk stopped for a moment, and you looked down on him. His dark, lustful eyes were on you as he slipped a tattooed finger, then another inside you. You clenched hard around them and he smiled like a little boy, but a lot more sinister. His movement were slow, dragging his fingers out, watching you whimper as he pushed them back in.
“I want to taste your cum on my tongue, babe, so tell me! Are you going to be a good girl and come for me?”
“Yeah, just keep doing that a little faster.”
His words were like magic and just as you imagined them. Eunhyuk’s dirty talk did things to you and you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. Keeping your gazes locked, he lowered his tongue back on your clit. He did as you asked; pumping his fingers faster in and out of you, he lapped at your folds. Your breathy moans got louder and louder, but you couldn’t care less about your neighbors hearing you. You were so close, you could feel your orgasm on the tip of your tongue.
“I’m… I’m going to cum,” you whispered as your thighs squeezed on reflex, but Eunhyuk’s hard grip pried them open before you could crush his head with them.
The orgasm washed through your body with a hot, white flash, and Eunhyuk stayed true to his words: he vigorously lapped up all your juices until you started whine from being oversensitive.
Coming down from your high, you felt him caressing your thighs, leaving small kisses on your skin. On his way up, he freed you from your shirt and bra, giving his undivided attention to your nipples. While his tongue circled around the right one, you grabbed his hand and brought it up to your lips. You saw your fluids still glistening on his fingers. You brought them to your mouth, licking and closing your lips on his two fingers that were in you a couple minutes earlier. You sucked on them as if it was his cock, making him feel your intentions. That caught Eunhyuk’s attention pretty fast. He crawled up further on you, pulling his fingers from your mouth to kiss you again.
“I want to suck your dick, Eunhyuk.” His name turned into a moan as he pushed his still clothed member to your pussy.
“And I’m too impatient for not continuing this with fucking you senseless, babe.” He groaned and the nickname finally registered in your brain. He kept calling you that ever since he tasted your pussy. You didn’t know why, but it turned your mood sour, even with him humping you towards another orgasm.
“Do you call every girl you fuck ‘babe’?” You asked before you could bite on your tongue.
His moves halted for a second and he looked you in the eyes again. Those dark orbs were unwavering while answering you.
“Usually I don’t call them anything. Barely remembering their faces, not to talk about their faces. I just tell them what to do.”
“Then it’s too bad that I’m working for you and you have to remember my face and name.” Your biting words lost their edge when he picked up with humping his cock.
“Oh, Y/N.” His smile was devilish as he said your name. He licked his lips and thrust harsher into your pussy. You held back on your moan, and that wiped that look off his face. “Looking at our position, you agreed to giving yourself to me for this night, so don’t you fucking hold back your little noises from me. I want to hear them all.”
Another thrust. You whined needily.
“And should I tell you the ways you distracted me this past days? How I wanted to kill you for your little show at The Fortress? How I had to fuck my own hand multiple times to the image of you dancing with another man, and I could still not find satisfaction? Hm? Is this what you want to hear?”
He punctuated each of his sentences with a thrust of his hips. Your moans flew freely in the air now, and you got lost in the feeling of his dick rubbing at the right places.
“Or you want me to tell you all the ways I imagined us fucking? You moaning helplessly under me? Your breasts ringing while you would ride me? My hand around your neck as a pretty necklace as I fuck you, pushed against the wall? Or bending you over your stupid couch while you keep begging for more? And yet, I only ate you out. So, which one do you choose? Because I want to be in your pussy in the next three minutes and this is me being nice by letting you pick.”
During his monologue, he fumbled with his own pants, pushing it down along with his briefs. He was fast to get rid of his black shirt too, before he was all over you again. You sighed, when you felt his bare dick rubbing over your folds. It was warm and heavy, the tip leaking with precum. It mixed with your own sticky wetness. Your pussy clenched around nothing with want, anticipating it eagerly, but Eunhyuk was merciless. Every time his tip was close to entering you, he moved his hips a little, so the angle would change, and his cock was continuing its way to your clit, and back again.
He snaked his hand around your neck, his thumb brushing over your chin, then dipping into your mouth. A shallow breath escaped you as he kissed you again. This kiss was more feverish and animalistic, teeth clashing, tongues fighting for dominance. You were panting, when Eunhyuk retreated, but his lip were still hovering over yours.
“No snarky remarks now? The time is ticking, so pick your choice.”
Two can play this game, you thought through the horny daze.
“I want your hand around my neck as you fuck me on this table. First. Then I want to ride you with the condition that you can’t touch me while I’m on top. I want full control. Then you can bend me over my shitty couch, and fuck me with all your might and frustration. I want you to fuck me so hard, that I will be aching and feeling you inside myself even days later.”
You bit on his lips and looked at him with challenge in your eyes. He seemed to like it, because his hand was back on your neck, his thumb caressing your throat this time. His other hand went lower, grabbed his dick and guided his tip to your entrance. You both groaned at the sensation as his cock slowly sank in you. He was hard beyond imagination with a good girth, and god, he was long. You thought he finally put all of himself into you, but he kept pushing and pushing more inches in you, until you believed you could feel him in your stomach.
He rubbed your walls just at the right places. Steamy noises of Eunhyuk pulling out and pushing in filled the air, and you became a moaning mess. Without notice, you came all over him and he just barely started with you. Before you could feel embarrassed, he tightened his hand around your neck, snapped his hips a little harder. You mewled; you were getting adjusted to his size and it hurt a bit, bit you couldn’t complain.
“Are you that needy, babe? Coming all over my cock after a few thrusts.”
Eunhyuk picked up his pace and changed up his rhythm here and there. For a few moments, he was thrusting in you with shallow movements, then he pulled out completely, leaving only his tip in you. He slammed back hard, then pulled fully out again, just to repeat it again and again.
You kept clenching around him, whimpers and sobs leaving your lips. He kept going faster, moves becoming sloppier as he chased his own high. His hand left your neck, going to the back of your neck to fist a handful of your hair in it. You kissed him, your tongue immediately finding his and he groaned and moaned with you.
Ah, you liked all the noises he made, too. He seemed needy, with his other hand going all over your body. A pinch to your nipple, a few rubs to your clit, a caress over your side and leg. It was almost like he became harder while pumping into you. Your juices covered his dick, making it so easy for him to slip in and out of you. For a second, he pulled out and rubbed his leaking tip over your clit, then he drove right back into you.
“Are you close again, babe?” After how he confined in you with his fantasies and wants, you didn’t mind the nickname. You started to anticipate it. “You keep fluttering around me so bad, I don’t think I can hold myself back any longer.”
“Then don’t,” you whispered. “I’m close, too.”
Just as you said it, Eunhyuk straightened up, grabbed your hips and started to pound you even faster. You came screaming his name, until he swallowed it with a kiss.
You felt his dick pulsate in you, his cum leaking out of you.
“Now, what were you saying about sucking my dick?” Eunhyuk panted into your neck. You could feel his smile on your skin.
“I thought you wanted me to ride you first. Or bend me over the couch. You didn’t seem too eager about the blowjob.”
“I changed my mind. I have to teach you how to shut your mouth.”
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The Medium and the Nameless Ghouls
Case File 006-2 Sunshine file The Next Step
Sara whines up in hot water from her superiors after ratting out her former boss about his mishandling of her cases. The Director gets her a job in the clergy after she gets laid off from the district. Without the help of William and Detective John Stevens at her side, how would she handle her new assignments on her own?
After spending time at the bar, Sara, Omega, and Phil left for her apartment.
Omega looks around and finds old photos of Elizabeth Bathory. "Is this the reason? Why Elizabeth hasn't returned to the clergy?"
Sara looks at the photos and clenches her grandmother's stone. "I don't know. She somehow lost touch with my grandfather. It's going to be 3 years now. She passed away on April 30th, 2021. Advanced stage cancer."
Omega looks shocked. "Sara, Master Primo, Secondo, and Terzo died on April 30th, 2018. They were found dead in Primo's private room. The ghouls don't want to talk about it. But I know Sister Imperator is involved. I know that Terzo didn't have to die." Omega starts to cry.
Sara placed her hand on Omega's arm. "Omega, there's something I need to tell you." Sara leads Omega to the couch. "Rebecca Imperator is destroying the clergy. We found a document. She is planning an assassination of the director, Markus."
Omega looks at Sara. "Tell me you're joking."
Phil sits on the recliner. "You're not wrong. Sister Imperator is firing people left and right. Those who she can't fire wind up dead."
Omega looks at Phil. "What about the ghouls bound to them? Do you know what happened to them?"
"Omega," Terzo takes over Phil's body. "You know what happens. It's the same fate as Alpha. The pits."
"The pits," Omega lowers his head. "they can't come back."
"This is insane," Sara remembers Alpha in the mansion. "wait. Alpha returned, didn't he?"
"Alpha came back. How?" Terzo questioned.
Sara talks about the event of Alpha's return. She began to describe Alpha attacking the mansion to him being frozen with the help of Secondo and the ghouls. She talks about Sister Imperator's arrest and the death of the silver female ghoul by Secondo's magic.
Terzo felt tears run down Phil's face. "I see..." Terzo sniffles. "Phil wants a moment. It will be best that you will comfort him for a while. I am going back to sleep." Terzo closed his eyes.
Phil covers his face and cries loudly. "Omega, calm him down. I can't let the neighbors hear him crying." Sara told Omega. "The apartment walls are paper thin."
Sara goes to the bathroom and grabs a clean towel. She took the towel to Phil. He placed the towel on his face as he cried. Small knocking sounds came from the door. Sara opens the door and sees a little girl with her angry mother.
"What's going on here?" The mother asked. "I thought you left."
"I'm with a client right now. Can it wait?" Sara told the mother.
"Sara, is that you?" A man shows up from the steps with a teacup Yorkshire Terrier in his arm. "Are you supposed to work on a murder case out of town?"
Sara closed the door. She leans over the banister and sees her neighbors looking up at her. "Just to let you all know." Sara takes a breath. "The reason why I'm back is because of District Sergeant Davis." The neighbors gasp and start to whisper. "He messed around with another district's case and assaulted one of their undercover officers."
"You got to be kidding," One of the Neighbors complained. "Sara, what are you going to do? You are going to lose your job."
Sara hears her intercom. "That's mine. Please excuse me." Sara goes into her apartment and answers the intercom. "This is Sara Santos."
William spoke through the intercom. "It's me, Sara."
Sara pushed the button to unlock the entrance doors. Alexander and William see her Neighbors looking up the banister. "Dad, can we talk?"
Alexander nods his head and goes up the stairs with William. "Sara, you need to get a better apartment." He huffed at the fourth floor.
"There should be water bottles in the fridge," Sara told William. "Can you get one out for my dad?"
"Can you grab me one?" Omega asked William.
William went to the fridge and grabbed three water bottles. "Is Phil okay?"
Omega purrs as he comforts Phil. "He found out his wife passed away." Omega continues to rub Phil's back.
William grabs an extra water bottle from the fridge. He goes over to Phil and Omega and gives them water. "Here you go."
Omega thanked William and gave Phil a water bottle. William gave Alexander a bottle as he entered Sara's apartment. Alexander drinks the water from the bottle.
"So then, what's the verdict?" Alexander asked.
Sara told Alexander. "Tomorrow morning at 7 AM. Commissioner Phillips orders."
"As in Commissioner Wilson Phillips." Alexander was shocked. "The commissioner from the 12th precinct of the 5th district."
"Yup, Somehow he got transferred back to the 9th district while I was gone."
"Who's Wilson?" William asked Sara.
Sara sighs. "Wilson Phillips is a bully from the 9th district. He got transferred to the 5th district because of bad behavior. He got a 90-day suspension and a demotion. I don't know how he got promoted to commissioner."
"That's not good. Is there anything we can do?" Asked William.
"No, you can't," Sara told William. "like I said before, he's a bully. Wilson is more brutal than Peter Davis. He is a very dangerous Man."
Alexander's Phone began to ring. "Yes? Who is this?"
"Alex, This is Arthur." Alex puts the phone on speaker. "I heard from Hailey that Sara is on the chopping block."
"That's why they want to see me at 7 in the morning," Sara yelled. "They want me gone."
"What about the evidence?" Omega told Sara. "The evidence that you and the detective gathered."
Sara explains to Omega. "Yeah, but I can't give those up without a warrant. Also, this is John Stevens's investigation. All I did was help out when needed."
Phil managed to put himself together. "I was told you were assigned to him by your father."
"Yes, I did. When I was told about the corruption investigation in the 9th district, I sent him to Sara. She knew what was going on and compiled evidence of her own." Alexander goes back to his phone. "Sorry about that, Arthur. What does Hailey say about Sara?"
Arthur takes a breather. "Hailey Grant overheard that the higher-ups are going to silence Sara by making her sign documents about District 9."
"The Non-disclosure Agreement?" Sara's eyes widened. "I don't believe it. They have the balls to bring out those illegal documents."
"Sara, hush!" Alexander scolded Sara. "Sorry for the disruption."
"Anyway, we may have a legal problem on our hands. If the NDA documents are included."
"That would be more than a problem. It would be legal trouble if officers were forced to sign those documents."
The room goes quiet. Sara gets her phone and calls Detective Stevens. A gentlewoman picks up the phone. "Hello?"
"Hello, Mrs. Stevens. This is Sara from the cold case department. Can you send a message to your husband?"
The woman became concerned. "What type of message, Sara?"
"Tell him that NDA is involved with the corruption case."
"NDA?" She asked. "I never heard of it."
"He will know what it means. Can you tell him that?"
"Sure, I will tell Johnny."
Sara breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you so much, I'm sorry for calling this late."
"Of course. You can tell me all about it over some tea."
"Thank you, you have a good evening." Sara hangs up the phone.
Mrs. Stevens goes to the upstairs bathroom. She sees John Stevens watching their kids brushing their teeth. "Honey, Sara from the cold case department called." Detective Stevens looked at his wife. "She told me that the NDA is involved with the corruption case."
"An NDA?" Detective pauses. "I'm going call her and find out."
The kids finished brushing. "Alright, you two. Time for bed." He carried his kids off to bed. He kisses their foreheads and tucks them in.
"Daddy, are you going to see Miss Sara?" Asked his youngest son.
Detective Stevens shakes his head. "No. I'm staying. Sara has something important to tell me."
"Before story time?" His other son brings out a book.
Detective Stevens sighs. "Okay, you both win." He takes the book and reads it to his sons. After he finishes reading the book, he puts the book away and turns off the light. He checks on his oldest daughter. "Lights out, Sweety. You got practice tomorrow morning." He sees the light from the room turn off. Stevens looks at his wife and embraces her. He kisses her softly on her lips.
She smiles and passionately kisses her husband. "You should call Sara."
"Oh, right. The NDA." He grabs his cell phone and video calls Sara.
Sara checks her phone and picks up the call. "John, thank goodness. We have a problem."
"Yeah, my wife told me." Stevens sits on his bed. "The NDA is on the case. What do you mean by that?"
"It's a long story." Sara sits at her dining table with Alexander. "Hailey overheard from the other officers. They are bringing the non-disclosure agreement contracts to silence the officers involved with the ninth District."
"Isn't that illegal?" Asked Stevens.
"It is illegal," Alexander spoke. "John, they are getting out of hand. I don't care if my daughter loses her job. I don't want a stain on her record because of them."
"So, what should we do? This is your investigation."
Detective Stevens looked at his wife. She nods. "Sara, do you still have the evidence with you?"
Sara answered. "Yes, I have the evidence hidden."
"Do you still have your paranormal equipment?"
"Yes, I put them away in my bedroom." Sara wondered. "Why did you ask?"
"I have an idea. I want to record their conversation with you on the illegal activities."
"Sara, are you okay with this?" Alexander interrupted.
"No, I know those three officers. They will harm me if anything goes wrong."
Omega comes out of the bathroom. "How about us ghouls can help you out."
Phil looks at Omega. "Are you sure about this? Omega, This is not a good idea. We can't interfere."
Omega yells. "Sara is in danger. She needs our help!"
"Sara, can you tell your friends to keep the noise down? My kid is trying to sleep!" The mother yelled from below the apartment.
Alexander whispered. "Sara, you have to move out of this apartment."
Sara remembers something. "Phil, you can transform into shadows, right?"
Omega thinks for a minute. "What are you talking about? All ghouls have that ability."
"Perfect. I have an idea," Sara signals Omega and Phil to get closer. "I can have one of you as a backup."
"A backup?" Stevens asked.
"Hear me out. I can have one of the ghouls with me as a shadow. If one of the officers lays a hand on me."
Detective Stevens interrupts Sara. "Don't do it, Sara. It's not worth it."
Alexander thought about Sara's Plan. "I have a better idea. Let's go with both."
"Huh?" Everyone looks at Alexander.
"Here is the plan. You and Phil will be heading to the meeting. You are recording the conversation. Phil is going to call my cell phone. Detective Stevens and I will come in with the Swat team."
"The Swat team?" Sara looks dead at her father.
"Sir, Are you sure about this? Don't you think you are going too far with this?" Phil begins to question Alexander.
"As a father, I will do whatever it takes to protect my children."
Detective Stevens sighs. "I will start making phone calls to the justice department."
"I will call Sergeant Jackson to pick up William. Tomorrow morning is game day."
Everyone nods and starts to prepare for the morning ahead.
Case File Closed
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