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steddieas-shegoes · 1 year

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A little thing based on this post because it wouldn’t leave my brain:

“I just don’t understand why you won’t try to read it.”

Steve had heard Dustin say this exact sentence hundreds of times at this point.

“I mean, do you know how to read?”

Mike was an asshole. Steve loved him because he was part of the group and he’d been through the same things, but he was such a dick.

“Yes, I know how to read. I just don’t.”

Dustin rolled his eyes.

“If you don’t wanna read nerd shit just say so.”

Steve threw his arms up in frustration.

Steve was a nerd at heart. As a child, he would beg the nanny to take him to the library and the science museum that had real dinosaur fossils. There was something about the peace of exiting his reality and finding a new one among fantasy and history that was indescribable, even to this day.

But as he grew into his looks, he grew out of that phase. At least around others.

And with no nanny around to take him places, he settled for just being the popular guy who hung out with his friends after practice and threw parties at his forever empty house on Saturdays.

But secretly, he still found himself enjoying books late into the night. Never school books, or his grades would’ve been good enough for college, but always incredible novels that took him to other worlds with the most impressively brave people.

And then he lived a nightmare. A few times over. With concussions at every turn.

Now, anytime he tried to read, his head started pounding, his vision got blurry, and ears would start ringing. He stopped trying altogether after Starcourt, but he’d never really let go his love of books.

He occasionally let Robin read to him, but she would get distracted by a plot or character and go on a tangent, leaving Steve confused about what the actual story was. He hated being confused.

“Stevie, you got a minute?”

Eddie had been watching from his spot at the end of the table, where he’d been cleaning up the mess of D&D. He usually made the kids do it, but he’d let them off the hook tonight when they beat the monster and escaped his trap.

Steve and Eddie were friends, definitely. Maybe not close ones, but friends.

Steve had a little crush, definitely. Or a big one. Maybe.

So when Eddie shows him attention, he somewhat shamefully receives it like he’s dying of thirst in a desert.

Robin is the only one who’s noticed so far, but if he keeps acting like a dog being called by his master anytime Eddie talks to him, someone else will comment on it.

“Yeah, what’s up?” Steve asked as he made his way to Eddie.

The kids took this time to talk amongst themselves about the game and what they think will happen next week, and Steve couldn’t have been more grateful.

“You don’t have to tell me, but.” Eddie was tapping his fingers nervously against his leg. “Do you not know how to read?”

“Uh. No I do. I mean I graduated high school. I know it’s hard to believe.”

“Not judging if you can’t, man. I mean, I took three senior years. I’m the last person who can judge.”

“Yeah, but you’re smart. You just didn’t like school,” Steve replied with a pat to his shoulder.

Eddie glanced down at the contact, eyebrow raising and then falling back to normal quickly.

“Just seems like you’d have read something by now to get them off your ass.”

And that’s a really good point. Maybe he should’ve just suffered through a migraine so they’d leave him alone about it.

But migraines left him out for days sometimes, and he couldn’t exactly afford that right now.

“I guess it’s just not worth the migraine.”

He hadn’t meant to actually say it. He didn’t want Eddie to feel bad or for him to try to make him feel better about it or ask questions or talk about the concussion thing.

Actually, did he even know about the concussion thing? Things?

“You get migraines when you try to read?” Then realization hit Eddie hard. “Steve. Do you like reading?”

Something about the way Eddie was looking at him, like he was sad for him but not pitying him, made Steve want to cry.

“I used to, yeah.”

“Everyone out! Your parents are gonna have to come get you! No questions, no explanations, go!” Eddie yelled to the room.

Everyone stared blankly at him before they started protesting, Dustin loudest of all.

“Steve’s my ride!”

“Not anymore. Hitch a ride with Lucas.”

“But Lucas’ mom always squeezes my cheeks and tells me she hopes I never lose my baby fat.”

“She speaks for all of us. Get the hell out of here!”

Steve was actually impressed. Maybe a little turned on? God, he was a disaster.

As everyone cleared out of the room, Eddie patted the seat next to him. When Steve sat down, Eddie scooted his chair so close to him, his knees were touching Steve’s.

“Alright, so you’re gonna tell me about what books you like and what books you want to read and we’re gonna get started.”

Steve blinked at him. “Huh?”

“You have a list I’m sure.”

“Yeah, but…”

“Okay, then we better get started.”

“I mean, I’ve tried. I appreciate it, but even focusing on one page makes my eyes burn and my head hurt.”

“Got that. I’m not asking you to read.”

Sometimes Steve was worried the concussions had actually knocked some screws loose. He wasn’t getting it.

“I’m gonna read to you, Stevie.”

“You don’t have to do that. I’m sure a lot of them will be movies and I can just watch them.”

“It’s not the same. You know it’s not.”

He was right. Steve didn’t have much patience for movies. And sometimes even those gave him migraines if there were a lot of bright lights and explosions.

“Yeah. But still. You don’t have to do that. You might not even like the books.”

“Ah, this isn’t a completely free service, my liege.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “I don’t have extra money to pay you, dude.”

“Not money. I get to pick a book to read to you when we finish the first book you pick.”

“Is it The Hobbit?”

“It is,” Eddie looked so smug.

“Well, that was my first choice,” Steve stared back, equally as smug.

“So, your house is empty.”

“Yep.”

“And I’m assuming you own this book.”

“I do.”

“And it’s getting late.”

Steve looked out the window at the pitch black skies.

“It’s late.”

“So I could stay and read you to sleep.”

“Won’t I miss some of the book?”

“I’ll stop when you’re asleep.”

Steve’s heart was practically begging him to say yes. Eddie reading to him in his bed? Possibly falling asleep together? Maybe even waking up together? It couldn’t be a better proposition. Well. It could.

“Will you stay even if I fall asleep?”

Eddie smirked. “If that’s what you want, sweetheart.”

It wasn’t the first time he’d called Steve that, but it was the first time it felt like he meant it in a non-teasing way.

“Okay.”

So they both changed into some of Steve’s comfy clothes, got into his bed, and Eddie started reading The Hobbit.

Just as he was during D&D and real life, Eddie was animated, providing different voices for different characters and often giving long pauses to let Steve soak in what the words meant.

Steve didn’t even have to ask him to do that. He just did.

Steve fell asleep somewhere between halfway and the end of chapter two, but Eddie stayed.

And they woke up the next day with Steve’s head resting on Eddie’s chest, Eddie’s arms wrapped around him to keep him as close as possible.

They finished the The Hobbit in a week, and because Eddie was now committed to making sure Steve was well-read, they started moving through his list rapidly, falling for each other in new ways every time Eddie turned a page.

Part 2 (Angst) / Part 2 (Fluffy) / Part 2 (Explicit)

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #tumblr drabbles #ao3fic #headcanon #secret nerd Steve Harrington

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starfxkr · 1 month

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Now that we have opened the door to lamb reader I wanna ask about the girls kinks like shared I am sure they all like a little bit of pet play to varying degrees but also their individual kinks too I feel like lamb would be the nastiest being down for everything "wanna cum in my food and have me drink/eat it okayy"

okay individual kinks!!!

kitten - predator/prey kink for sure. she likes when jj chases her around like he's gonna hurt her. which adds to her gun kink/knife kink she just likes being scared it's so strange. because jj likes to scare her since he's rarely in that position. she's also a perpetually sleepy girl so somno for sure there's nothing she loves more than waking up to jj getting ready to fuck her. realized she liked bondage after helping jj with different fishing knots and it made her weird. omorashi kink for sure because once jj wasn't listening when she said she had to pee and she ended up liking it :/. also likes gagging on his dick until it feels like she may puke. once joked her so hard she passed out while they were play wrestling and she woke up giggling. has a crazy breeding kink. also has a daddy kink but won't admit to it.

bunny - has a dumbification but strictly while fucking, she sinks into subspace the second easiest. daddy kink out the fuckin wazoo. like it gets real Freudian real fast. she gets off on herself too honestly, she likes to watch herself masturbate or if she's fucking rafe in the mirror she's looking at her more than him. breeding kink but doesn't actually wanna get pregnant yet. very into public sex she has no shame about it at alllll. don't know the exact name of it but she loves when it feels like she's gotta coerce rafe into fucking her. like yes he's bigger and more imposing but he'll refuse to touch her so she become petulant and demanding that's her favorite game.

foxy - exhibitionist!!! she fucks in public all the time and she's almost gotten caught with pope many times. proud sapiosexual she was feeling the fuck outta that nerd y'all im so serious. kinda has a corruption kink where she's corrupting pope. very very mild sadism she likes to tease pope for being so into her. is into choking. she is the choker. tied as themost into dry humping with pup because she likes laughing at pope!!! she's actually a very sick girl like what is her problem LMAO

puppy - breeding kink so bad she's had a couple scares. voyeurism I think she's a weirdo who likes to watch john b without doing anything she's just obsessed with him. daddy kink for sure but probably the mildest one!!!. likes being taken care of not dumbification per say but when she's able to shut her brain off and let john b handle things. really really into dry humping she prefers it to sex sometimes it drives him absolutely insane

lamb - lots of weird religious shit. she used to hump her pillow staring straight into jesus's eyes now she humps her man doing the same thing. I agree about the cum eating when you're raised on "this is my flesh this is my blood" it makes you weird. has a humiliation kink she likes the feeling of shame that comes with sex. unintentional worship kink she views blowjobs the same as praying bc she's on her knees anyways. likes being spit on. tentatively likes being choked but doesnt know how to go about it. loves to be smacked/spanked she used to get in trouble in Sunday school on purpose because it made her feel like someone cared enough to correct her behavior. likes orgasm denial because she used to never be able to actually cum so she's learned to like the feeling of just simmering in it

#✨.txt #kitten!reader #bunny!reader #lamb!reader #fox!reader #puppy!reader #❣️ anon

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orange-artist · 11 months

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Brainworms: Sabo x Yonji

Hello little people in my phone. Today I bring you new update in the Good!Yonji AU (AU where Yonji defects from Germa at age 15 after learning about Emotions and starts a clothing store instead. more here)

Woke up this morning and my brain said to me "you know what would be funny? Putting Sabo and Good!Yonji into a room together." AKA Orange talks herself into another rarepair

Apparently, the conclusion my brain came to was that they would kiss. I presented the thought to my little buddies, @nosongunsung11 (rubber duck and feedback loop) and @courfeyracs-swordcane (hypeman) and the idea devolved and now I just ship them whole heartedly.

Let me present too you my newest agenda, Yonji x Sabo. (Target audience: 5) I will give yall the elevator pitch, but this is the longest elevator ride of your life and the music is terrible. Strap in.

Okay, SO- Yonji is a fashion nerd right? And one day, a tall, blonde, hot and most perfectly proportioned man walks into the store in an impeccably well kempt suit. The simp/artist genes kick in. Yonji wants to make a suit for this man so bad.

Yonji would just be a puddle in the floor like "please sir I will do anything. Let me make a suit for you."

Then he find out this guy is a runaway noble? (Who ran away at age 5!) Who is now fighting the world government? (Second in command!) Has brothers he hasn't seen in 10 years and is rebuilding their relationship? Survived Trauma and is living it up now causing problems for people of power? Yonji is so far gone.

On the flip side, Sabo does not like Yonji at first. Thinks he's a hooligan. Tries to scare him off by using big words™️ but Yonji is also an ex-prince and is not intimidated but swoons harder because hot and smart? Holy shit. He is also peak autistic swag and deadass does not pick up on the fact that Sabo is trying to bully him. Also, Sabo is undercover.

Yonji does succeed in convincing Sabo to let him make a suit and they end up becoming buddies. (They both have brother complexes and the other reminds them of the brothers and its bad I hate it but it is true)

One day Yonji gets caught in a revs fight and Sabo's like "I need to protect this totally normal and helpless civilian who has nothing to do with this" and Yonji is like "holy shit, a chance to show off in front of the cool guy". Anyways cue both of them going feral and insane in a fight and Yonji, wiping blood from his hands with a handkerchief because he was raised as a prince and habits die hard looks over at Sabo and it like "Anyways that was fun, wanna grab coffee? Oh, I know some very good ways to get blood stain out of wool. :)"

And Sabo realizes "something is deeply wrong with him and I dig it." Or as @nosongunsung11 puts it: "I can't see the simping working on Sabo what would Work is Yonji going fucking feral on a bunch of random marines"

They also get attached to the other on the basis of Yonji's AuDHD swag reminds Sabo of Luffy and and Sabo's blonde suited runaway energy reminds Yonji of Sanji. Both of these idiots have massive brother complexes and they are working on it-

They're both stupid and have issues and it works. Anyways, Yonji ends up joining the revs.

He makes disguises. He also gets a fedora.

Also more chances to be unhinged and feral.

Other things. Yonji is a big foodie and always wants to try everything on the menu but is unable to finish it and he's learned to Not Waste Food, however, Sabo already orders everything on a menu anyways so Yonji just takes a bite of everything.

The both carry around little notebook/sketchbooks, Sabo for his notes on random things and Yonji for his designs. Yonji is sometimes allowed to illustrate Sabo's notes.

Bonus: Sabo models for Yonji.

(inspired by irl event of being an art student and sometimes you need your friend to do emergency weird poses)

Please give relinquish your opinions about this I need to know.

#good yonji au #yonji one piece #vinsmoke yonji #sabo one piece #yonji x sabo #yonbo? yonsa? yonsabo? saboyon? sayon?#idk ship name #sabo x yonji #my art #vinsmoke yonji x sabo

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00belle00lovely00 · 2 months

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Do you have any Headcanon for bubba x crafycorn? I have PLENTY

OOOOOOOOOHHHH YESSSS!!!

MORE UNDERRATED SHIPS!!! You've got taste fam, you've got taste.

💙🤍🎨📘📖💙🤍🎨📘📖💙🤍🎨📘📖💙🤍🎨📘📖💙🤍

Can we all agree this ship deserves to be called Sketchbook? PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. P L E A S E.

We all thought of it. Nerd x art kid. WE ALL DID.

Honestly, the more you think about it, Bubba and Crafty would pretty much be always hanging out whenever there's anything involving active games. Although they would (kind of rarely) participate, Bubba has never been one to like sports. And Crafty is way too ashamed of messing up in front of the group. So you could think of them as some sort of backing each other up type of way, not like Kickin and Hoppy would, but the feeling is there.

THEIR DATE WOULD BE DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS-

Bubba, although he is great with books, is pretty bad at anything involving drawing. He had never personally done it before, not even as a child, since he had never seen the point of putting so much effort on a piece of paper that would come and go. BUT. IF HE WERE TO BE THE ONE WHO HAD A CRUSH ON CRAFTYCORN FIRST- WELL, MY MAN GOT PRIORITIES.

They would help tutor each other ALL THE TIME. As in like- Crafty being Bubba's art teacher and Bubba being Crafty's history/math/science/etc teacher!

(BIGGER BODIES HEADCANON. NOT KIDS HERE. NUH UH.) You'll remember when in the game's cutouts Pickypiggy mentioned eating both Bubba and later on Craftycorn, right? And how in one of the cutouts Crafty is literally out for blood? WELL FOR THE SAKE OF THIS HEADCANON, IF YOU KNOW YOU KNOW.

These two gotta be loving Greek mythology. As a person who loves it, it's the PERFECT combination between art and having a LOT of memory.

They listen to music together, and ironically, Bubba remembers the whole lyrics of her fav.

You'll know Crafty would, in any headcanon of ANY ship, draw her crush. The same would go for Bubba. BUT HERE'S THE TWIST. BUBBA, MY MAN, GOT A WHOLE PLAN BOARD IN HIS ROOM TO FIND OUT HOW TO TREAT HIS GAL. STICKY NOTES AND EVERYTHING.

Live laugh love Craftycorn girl failure.

Ngl, I don't see Craftycorn as much of a shy type of person as everyone treats her to be. She's low in speech, yes, but I'd imagine she'd be able to hang around everyone just as fine. But due to her soft spoken voice, people would always treat her like some sort of shy kid, which sometimes embarrasses her. But Bubba? On the contrary, he would treat her with equal respect and view point as the rest of the group, which eases her a lot.

Musicals? They love it. Documentareis? They love it. Science fiction? They LOVE it.

I'd imagine them having very subtle PDA, nothing too obvious, maybe holding (hands???) but the intention is there.

YALL WANNA HEAR AN AWSOME SCENERIO? HERE'S ONE FOR YOU: TODAY IS CRAFTYCORN'S BIRTHDAY AND DOES ALL THE DECORATIONS HERSELF, THE WHOLE CAKE, EVERYTHING. But EVERYONE forgot so that makes her sad- BUT. B U T. BUBBA IS THE ONLY ONE THAT REMEMEBR SO THEN WE GET WHOLESOME SHIT AND ARGHTRDJKBFGUSAYDTFUSGDFJKASGDGSBDJHDGFBJKSAGDFBAWYETFRAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH...... ahem. My apologies.

💙🤍🎨📘📖💙🤍🎨📘📖💙🤍🎨📘📖💙🤍🎨📘📖💙🤍

I'm personally more of a Craftycorn x Bobby Bearhug shipper BUT THIS IS VERY GOOD TOO- I LOVE THESE KIND OF SHIPS

WHY ARE THEY SO UNDERRATED.

THEY SHOULDN'T BE UNDERRATED.

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #poppy playtime 3 #smiling critters #bubba bubbaphant #craftycorn #craftycorn x bubba bubbaphant #bubba bubbaphant x craftycorn #STOP UNDERRATED SHIPS #sketchbook ship #headcanon

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sami-salami · 10 months

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💜🪓Susie x Fem! Reader headcannons. 🪓💜

Because when you can't find what you want, just do it yourself.

This girl has stolen my heart oml

She/they pronouns are used for the reader.

Warnings: Swearing, a touch of angst.

* Susie is... not the best with expressing how she feels. This isn't some NEW discovery. Anybody who knows her below the surface level knows that. So, when she started to feel all light and fuzzy inside around you, she didn't know how to tell you. In her mind, it was probably better that way anyway. I mean, she doesn't exactly have the best reputation in school or in general. Not to mention, there's no way in hell that anyone could love her like that. Right?

* Well..

* Even though it's painfully obvious to everyone around you two that you like her, she is absolutely oblivious to any romantic advance you make on her. It's not necessarily that she's dumb, she just doesn't see it with you. She could tell if two people liked each other easily, but if that person's her? Nah, not happening.

* She's tough for sure; not really letting anyone see the non-punchy-I-want-to-kick-everyone's-ass-24/7 side. With you, though? She can let her guard down, just a little. That's something about you that she's always liked. The way she can be more of herself around you like it's nothing. What the hell were you thinking, being so.. cool.. and funny.. and pretty.. and smart.. and just.. so you??? Yeah, what were you thinking, nerd???

* You aren't stupid. You see the way she looks at you from time to time; like she's entranced by what you say, what you do, or just.. you all around. You just didn't think it was true. 'Maybe she's just a little tired today, or maybe she just spaced out for a bit?' Yeah, no. She's just admiring you and the way you do pretty much everything.

* In the dark world, it was pretty hard for the !?!? Squad to not have to pull you two away from each other; you were almost always talking, or messing around, or unknowingly flirting. (Despite how bad Susie is with it)

* Oh boy, was it hard for you not to get absolutely absorbed with her there. It was hard anyway, but in the dark world? Oh honey sweetie darling gravy, do you have a big storm coming. The way her messy hair flowed as she walked, her big cocky grin, how her outfit just made her look 10× more badass.. man. Kris was surprised you didn't, like, make out with her right then and there (though they'd like to not see that but would be happy for you two nonetheless).

* Speaking of which, Kris is a wingman to you two, basically. With how silent and off-putting they are sometimes, they're surprisingly good with quietly getting you two alone, much to Ralsei's confusion.

* Susie didn't know how to react when she saw you in your dark world form. As she would put it: "(WHY THE HELL DO THEY LOOK SO.. PRETTY??? AND REALLY FUCKING SICK LOOKING???) What, you trying to one-up me or something? MY BADASSERY CAN'T BE MATCHED, SO SUCK IT!" She says, in the most non serious way ever. You rolled your eyes as you looked away, your cheeks turning a faint hue of pink. She thought it was cute but assumed it was just the lighting.

* She'll always stand closer up to you than the others will. She likes being near you, no duh, but she also just wants a good look at you whenever she does something particularly flashy to see if you're impressed, or see your reactions to things she says. (She's HILARIOUS)

* Susie is protective of you for sure, but you never really take notice unless someone says something to you to your face.

"You wanna repeat that, dipshit?" And oh how she loved watching the color drain from their face as they realized who was behind them.

"Say anything like that again, and I'll rip you to shreds, you got that, freak?"

* the few times you got to see that happen, you couldn't say you didn't feel butterflies all around. She wanted to protect you? Gosh, she cared that much? You could definitely take care of yourself, but seeing her do that for you made you fall for her a little more those days.

* When she eventually did confess to you, it was.. less than graceful. Kris and Ralsei had pressured her to do it, since they knew it would get no where with how oblivious you two were to each others affection. She took you behind the school, where no prying eyes would see (Kris) and fumbled on her words.

"Hey.. so um.." she started, trailing off. Damn.. when the hell was she this nervous? "Y-yeah? What did you want to talk to me about?" You ushered. She fiddled with her hands and put an arm on her neck. She paused before eventually starting. "Okay, listen. I just wanted to say that I think you're really cool and was wondering if y-you're free tomorrow..? Maybe we can go to QC's orsomethingidontknow..." She very quickly spat out. "Oh! Yeah, sure, is there any particular reason why? I think you're a pretty nice person too!" You smiled, a blush on your face. (God dammit.. she didn't pick up what I meant?? And UGH, WHY DO THEY HAVE TO LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT..????) She thought. Her face was definitely painted in confusion. Then, it turned to frustration. She grabbed your shoulders tight and shook you up, yelling through her sharp teeth. "COULD YOU SERIOUSLY NOT TELL WHAT I'M SAYING??? ARE YOU STUPID??? DEAF?? SUFFERING BRAIN DAMAGE OR SOMETHING??? IM SAYING THAT I WANT TO DATE YOU, DUMBASS!" She released you from her hold, and you had to take a second to compose yourself after being shook so violently, but also to process. "Oh."

...

"OH!!??" Susie crossed her arms and looked down, her hair covering her eyes, hiding her expression. She thought that meant you didn't like her back, and was fully prepared to go back to being the edgy, angry person she once was.

"H..huh!?"

Her thoughts were cut off by a warmth she hadn't felt in a while. She looked towards you, and you were.. hugging her? "HEYWHATAREYOUDOING?" She jumped back, surprised, her eyes wide. You stood still a moment and laughed. You covered your mouth and laughed. "UM? WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE LAUGHING AT?" She asked loudly, and you reduced your laughter to giggles. "I'm sorry.. I just.. that was so.. cute!" You looked at her in a way that made her heart pound through her chest. "Cute?" She chuckled, "who do YOU think you're calling cute? Is it in the room with us now??" She smirked, joking around. All the tension in Susie's body left. You wiped away tears from your eyes from how hard you were laughing together. "Yeah, actually. Might have to use my top of the notch detective skills for this one, but I think it's right..." You trailed your finger around the environment, slowly moving it up to point at Susie. "Here!" You pressed her nose, she smiled, her eyes widen again. "Ooh, come here you little-!" She grabbed your neck with her arms and rubbed her knuckles on your head, giving you a nookie and messing up your hair. "Susie!" You yelled. You were content in this moment. It's like nothing mattered. Susie was, too. I mean, who wouldn't be? They were both with the girls of their dreams, and nothing could take away from this moment.

Snap!

You two stopped the tomfoolery and looked to the side, seeing Kris with a Polaroid camera, snickering to themselves. Susie glared at them hard before screaming: "KRIS, I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL KILL YOU, GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE NOW!" and booked it to chase Kris. (They're a goner), you thought, shaking your head, smiling. You looked to the sky and sighed. (Wow, I'm really dating Susie now, huh? How'd that happen?)

Eventually, you ran into Susie again after her rampage against Kris.

"Hey, Susie?" "U-uh, yeah?" "Yes, I'm free tomorrow. How about the park instead?" You got a little more confident than usual and kissed her on the cheek, quickly losing that confidence and speed walking away. She was stunned for a second. (Did.. did they really just..?) She thought to herself before giving her classic toothy grin. In the distance, you heard her say, "Yeah, sounds great."

Your heart was beating so loudly, and so was hers. All Susie could think was: (Did I actually score the best person in town? Man.. never thought I'd get this lucky.)

With that, you went your separate ways, preparing for the next day eagerly.

* From then on out, you two became the strongest power couple the world has ever seen. And Susie made sure everyone knew it. She'd definitely rub it in people's faces (specifically to everyone she knew had a crush on you too) just to piss people off. Don't get it wrong though, she's showing you off regardless.

* "You see her? Yeah? That's my girlfriend, actually, AND YOU CANT HAVE HER, LOSER!" and she'd run away laughing.

* If you ever got hurt by someone elses hand, oh boy. They are IN for it.

"Who."

"W-what..?"

"WHO. DID THIS. TO YOU?"

She wouldn't kill them, yet. She'd give them a world of pain though. And if they pull the same stunt again? Yeah, they're as good as gone. Luckily, everyone in the dark world after that encounter with Susie stayed far away from you. Or if they didn't, they'd treat you surprisingly well. However, her first priority of course, would be making sure you're okay. She'd call Ralsei for help, or attempt to patch you up herself if he wasn't there. She constantly would repeat "I'm sorry." Or "I'm such an idiot!"

* In her mind, you're one of the only things in her life that cares for her, and she'll be damned if anyone has the gull to take you from her.

* Playing off of that, she'll do anything in her power to make you happy, even if it seems like she hates it. She doesn't want to lose you, and she just wants to be enough for you.

* She doesn't know how to compliment people well, so expect things to be said that don't entirely make sense. "You have a nice face." Or just a simple "You're cool." You know she means well and wants to say something poetic, but honestly, her actions speak everything she can't.

* For example, she's a big gift giver, but not in the traditional sense? She's broke, so gifts would usually come in the form of random leaves, a cool stick that looks like a sword, or things that have been stolen. A lot of the time, she'll show up to school early to place these little trinkets on your desk for you to find. She'll sit and wait for you to arrive and she thrives on seeing your face when she gets something for you.

"Susie, did you get this for me?" You say, with a big smile.

"What? Me? Pssh, nah.

...

..maybe," Susie mumbles, averting her eyes and tail (that she DEFINITELY doesn't have) wagging.

* She's not HUGE on PDA; however, she's not opposed holding hands. Hugging and quick pecks on the cheek are typically reserved for every now and again. She loves it when it happens, though. Susie tenses up every time, and a dumb grin creeps on her face that she tries to hide with a cough.

"(Coughs) huh? What? Yeah, just got something stuck in my throat. Uh huh. Totally..!"

Once you two are in private, she's all over you! Susie may be rude and crude on the outside, but man, is she a big ol' teddy bear on the inside. She isn't used to affection at all due to her home life being.. not exactly the best, so typically, you'll have to initiate hugs, cuddling, etc.

If you've been giving her kisses in public, as soon as you're alone, she's basically attacking your face with them.

Cuddling is something she loves for sure. She just loves holding something, especially since that thing is you. If you told her she'd be this much of a softie around someone, say, a 5 months ago, she'd laugh in your face and spit on your shoes. Now? She wouldn't have it any other way. It isn't like she'll admit that, though. She'd definitely say something like: "I mean, if you're gonna MAKE me, I guess I'll have to."

"Hun, literally no one is making you."

* Not one for pet names, but will definitely call you 'babe' in the most Douchebag way possible. She does love when you give her nicknames though. Her favorites are Hun, Honey, love, or my lovely. She's a simple gal.

* You two are basically the aunts of Lancer. Good friends, but also aunts. Lancer literally loves you, how could he not? He thinks you're really cool and will tell you as such.

"Hohoho! Hey Y/n, did I ever tell you how awesome you are?"

"Aw, no? Thank you though!"

"Of course! You're in my top five! Just below Third dad and Susie!"

"...thanks?"

Susie laughed hard about that and will not stop teasing you about it.

* If you ever went on dates in Home Town, Lancer would definitely be there by Susie's side.

"What? He's my emotional support guy!"

"Hohoho! I'm a third wheel!"

* A relationship with Susie would never get dull, and she'll make sure of it intentionally or not. She's a lot to handle, but somehow, you've stuck around through it all. She couldn't thank you enough for it. Despite everything she's been through and is still dealing with, she never once took you for granted. She might act all high and mighty, but she hurts. Somehow, you've effortlessly made that pain more tolerable, as she knows she has someone's shoulder to lean on when she's down about her situation. She loves you more than any amount of chalk or moss in the world, and she's not afraid to (attempt to) tell you.

"Listen, you know I'm not good at all of this mushy gushy crap, but I just gotta tell you straight up. Thank you, for everything. You mean a lot to me, you know? I couldn't ask for anyone better, I hope you know that. No matter what dumbass thing I say, or how much of an idiot I act, I'll never stop appreciating what you do. Thank you. Seriously, I mean it. I love you, Y/n."

#deltarune susie x reader #deltarune x reader #deltarune #susie deltarune #deltarune susie #fluff #susie x reader #i love women #shes so babygirl #she literally wants me #lgbtq

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shitpostingkats · 6 months

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Since I think you have met most of the Ignis now- what's your thoughts on them so far? They are like one of my favorite things in Vrains so I wanna hear your thoughts :DDD

BOY ARE YOU IN LUCK BECAUSE I HAVE MANY MANY THINGS TO SAY ABOUT THEM! :D

For anyone who isn't op, these rambles will include SPOILERS up to the end of season two of yugioh vrains. If ye wish to not know, scroll past quickly.

Okay SO:

Ai- Little little guy. I freaking love him so much. Yugioh has pretty consistently done a Dark =/= Bad and Light =/= Good, (more on that later) and Ai is such a freaking good entry into that. Ai is the dark ignis and he's the most human of them all, messy and lazy and silly. And he's like the only one of them who has ANY non-cyberse, non-Lost Incident life experience like!!!! Of course he talks like a comments section! Of course he has free will and self awareness and the first thing he did to prove this was "exerting his free will" by rolling his eye(s)! And OH MY GOD him and Yusaku. The relationship each ignis has with their lost child is SO important to me. Ai and Yusaku are, on the surface, the most different, but where they agree is their sense of surety and their sense of freedom. Ai and Yusaku have the exact same confidence in themselves. In Yusaku, it's the self confidence of knowing he's done everything he can and is smart enough to be prepared for anything. When Ai tells him "just get lucky!" and Yusaku goes "No, I'm not going to get lucky, but I'm going to win anyway." And that's SO fascinating because Ai has that same self confidence, but essentially learned it from Yusaku, that survival response of 'I am good enough that this will work'. Yusaku taught Ai everything about asserting yourself, and it's buried beneath layers and layer of different experiences, but fundamentally they're the same, the same trauma of 'I will be better. I will be enough by myself, because I am in this alone.' and then they find they are both strong but they're stronger together and it makes me want to BITE SOMETHING.

(Readmore because this got long whoops)

Flame- Why is he britsh??? Theo isn't british. He was not made in britain nor was anyone on the project british. I can only assume he purposefully chose that accent to make himself sound smarter. I love him for it. Flame and Theo are tied up in a lot of headcanon for me, most specifically I think Theo is the lost kid who lost the most (barring Spectre, who sometimes lost on purpose) before getting the hang of the game. Thus, his whole rising from the ashes motif. Teddy and Flame are the survival response of spitting out a tooth and getting back up again. They lived through the incident by refusing to stay down, and yet somehow they came out of it as a friendly jock and a silly little nerd guy. The obvious care they have for each other absolutely sends me. Flame's argument against the war is literally "We can coexist with humans. I am coexisting with a human right now, and you cannot stop me." When his home was destroyed the first thing he did was seek out Theodore. I AM GOING INSANE. And of course Theo dropped everything and moved across the country just to help someone he really didn't know before that day ARE YOU KIDDING ME. They are involved in this entire story because they cannot comprehend not helping eachother. Also, again, jock and nerdy solidarity but the dorky guy with the glasses is the jock and the literal being of fire is the nerd.

Lightning- ALSO INSANE ABOUT HIM. JUST IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERING. Okay so like I said I have only recently finished season 2 and haven't started on 3 yet so we haven't had a whole lot of screentime with Jin so I can only guess on how they impact and inform each other but. OH MAN. I mean, I feel like I have to take a whole section just to talk about his PERFORMANCE. His english voice acting is phenomenal, just the right amount of utterly sinister, tempered with this no-nonsense confidence that feels perfect for his grand speeches of logical thinking. Lightning is terrifying, easily one if not the stand out villain performance in all of yugioh for me. You don't side with him, but the audience can see exactly how he gets from Point A to Point B, and that clarity of reason makes him both easily understandable and terrifying. And his visual aesthetics. Blinding light, scorching brilliance, the exact same electricity that the Lost Incident is so known for. Lighting shares a lot with his progenitor experiment, with both him and Revolver learn from Dr. Kogami's "The ends justify the means" approach. Really, Lightning and Revolver are the real opposed rivals here, except they're both the villain so neither one can narratively win. All they can do is ensure the other loses. And I said we haven't seen too much from Jin yet but that does not stop me from CONNECTING SOME THEMATIC DOTS. The complete and total shutdown of Jin compared to the detatched and pragmatic coldness of Lightning. Their survival instinct is disassociation. Shutting off the panicking part of the brain, and all its human responses, in favor of pure autopilot and a "Whatever It Takes" approach to ensure continued survival. Lightning rejects so much of where he cam from, but is so clearly the product of the Lost Incident, and more specifically, Jin. Of humanity. He's got this great line towards Ai where he berates him for basically screwing around in cyberspace for five years, while the rest of them were being actively targeted. Hunted. Surviving. Ai got new experiences, isn't defined as strongly by his trauma. But Lightning and Jin? Both of them completely froze their development, are still stuck in their survival instincts, and cannot move on from it. And I have a pet theory that may or may not see validation, that the Armatos Legios aren't really Lightning's. I mean, roman gladiator don't really tie into anything else about his aesthetics. No, I think no matter what he pretends, the Armatos are Jin's deck, and Lightning is still using them, after all these years.

Windy- Haha silly little fast talk guy who- THIS SIX INCH TALL LITTLE FELLA STRAIGHT UP KILLED HIS LOST KID. This little whirlygig canonically ended the life of his counterpart, something Lightning himself actually frowned upon. I think about this way too much. Windy isn't pragmatic, he isn't logical, he's the free spirited "fuck around" to Lightning's "find out". Windy does what he wants when he wants, and that's somehow equally as scary as Lightning's calculated cruelty. I am gutted we didn't get to meet or ever find out anything more about his human partner, and I'm pretty sure that's the whole point. There was a kid out there with his own struggles, his own problems, his own ways of dealing with the trauma of the Lost Incident, and we just. We will never get to meet him. Windy's kid is the first casualty in this war, and we never get to even learn his name. Also the ramifications of Windy being so cavalier about killing someone who is in some lights a version of himself, of the casual dehumanization Windy takes, not just to himself, but to his fellow Ignis. When threatening to kill Ai, Lightning had a "Well, it will kill 16% of our population, but it will ensure the safety of 84% of us." Windy has no such calculation. Windy doesn't bat an eye at his own death, or the death of another Ignis. And yet. And yet. And yet. When designing a servant for himself, Windy formed one out of a music note. A treble clef. The symbol for the start of a song. Does it mean something? Probably not. But I am freaking haunted by the idea that this wounded ai escaped a second attack on his world, and started rebuilding, not weapons, or schemes. But a new home, and one with music.

Aqua- You know, the ignis are one of the few artificial intelligences where it kinda makes sense that they have genders. Aqua is a girl because she learned from a girl. Her femininity is a gift, or a memorial. So is her kindness. Aqua is the only ignis who really internalized hope and compassion. She sees truth and she doesn't let it break her, she fights by encouraging choice, by asking for opportunity. Her refusing to tell Earth which way to feel in regards to the question of Humans vs. Ignis is such a poignant moment for me, that here is someone who understands better than anyone, what Lightning feels and how humans act, but rather than share her suspicions, she asks Earth to form his own opinion, not just listen to her as his only source. In general, I just like Earth and Aqua's dynamic so much. Two sweet protectors, two pacifists, represented by plant life and water??? Good good good visual motifs. That said, I definitely think Aqua is a character they could do a lot more with. All the other Ignis are just so weird, so charmingly strange in any conversation, that it feels a bit of a missed opportunity that Aqua seems completely "normal" and well adjusted. I also am saddened we haven't seen Miyu aside from in a coma or in flashbacks, because as I mentioned, I am utterly insane for the ignis/lost kids dynamics. But she got introduced pretty late in season two, so I'm holding out hope that we see more of Aqua (and maybe Miyu!) in season 3. Also, the crystal heart combo was some of my favorite gameplay story telling this season, hands down.

Earth- Pour one out for my guy. They really did that to him. As silly as Spectre's backstory is, it really gets me that he has this deeply unhealthy attachment to literally anyone who offers him a place to belong. And his Ignis is the protector, the caregiver. Earth, who can make flowers bloom with barely a thought, who's "socially awkward" but genuinely kind, comes from the child who just wanted attention and was at home in the forest. The freaking hardest gutpunch of the season for me was when Earth is being ripped apart, and we cut to Spectre, shedding a single tear, and he has no idea why. Also THAT'S A PLOTLINE THAT REALLY EXISTS IN YUGIOH. Earth's death is almost jump-scaringly brutal, from the same series that brought you such fun euphemisms for a character being killed as "sent to the shadow realm" and "retired retired". Yeah, no, here's a character being systematically unmade, then those leftover pieces shoved into one dude's brain. The dub could have downplayed it, but the sheer horror every character gives when Gore has his big reveal, really sells the brutality of Sol Tech towards these ai, and any living being that isn't contributing to their bottom dollar. Ryoken's cold deliverance to Ai and Flame about Earth's fate, even almost making light of the situation, had me 100% down to declare for the ignis because what the hell, you can't just do that. If Ai turns heel next season, I'm not saying I support him, but I get it. Earth's death feels like it rattles the whole narrative, in a way that forced me to be just as distraught and emotionally invested as the characters. That's good storytelling babey.

This got long, and this is barely scratching the surface on some of my thoughts for these silly little computer guys.

Needless to say, I enjoy them <3

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Okay people, here we go:

Baldy's Book Club

Episode 1: "Into the Storm"

By Taylor Anderson, Book 1 of the Destroyermen series.

Okay, so, on the recommendation of my most esteemed mutual @frogblast-the-ventcore , I have been coerced to read the Destroyermen series, and post my thoughts about them as I do.

So, for part 1, here we go. I'm going to assume those of you reading have read the book, cause if you haven't, you should be going to buy it, right now. I mean it.

First and foremost, this book was written by a ww2 nerd, for ww2 nerds, and by god does it show. Taylor Anderson is a professor of history, and it shines through in every part of the book. From the technical details of the USS Walker, to the shortcomings of the Mk. 14 torpedo, to the attitudes, lives, and habits (both good and bad) of a 1942 Asiatic fleet destroyerman. Speaking of which, call me Dean Kamen, cause that's a perfect segway to talk about

The Characters

To begin with, do not expect a normal person's assessment of these characters. Expect a Normal™ person's view of them.

First: Captain Matthew Reddy. Oh my lord this man. He's an absolute mess, knows it, and yet cannot let that show, because, well he's stranded in an alternate universe with humanoid lemurs and sapient velociraptors. In my head, he's got total divorced dad energy going on, 30-something going on 50 because of stress, greying at the temples but still hot in a DILF kind of way, not overly muscular, and with one hell of a voice. (I'll admit the audio book colored my perception, but it's a fantastic audio book so I don't care.)

Next, Chack-Sab-At, the biggest and most baddass guyfailure to ever live. "Oh, I'm a pacifist" then the very second that an enemy without moral repercussions comes along he's all "I love violence and killing and murder and death and injuring people and blood and biting and cutting and-" like, seriously, dude says he's a pacifist before turning around and becoming Furry Doomguy.

Next, Dennis Silva, he-who-was-told-not-to-fuck-the-monkey-cats-but-did-it-anyway. Moving on,

There's literally more I love about the characters than I want to sit here and type out, so I'm going to cut it short, but Oh My God these characters are A+.

Next, I just want to touch on something these books made me feel. A lot of times, as an USAmerican with an actual brain, I can get bogged down in the fucked-up shit my country has done and feel like I can't celebrate what makes the US cool without making it sound like I'm excusing all the bad stuff, but this book kinda made me stop for a minute and go "man, the US is kinda fucking rad, when you think about it." Because, you know what? It is. Yeah, we've done fucked up shit, but we've also done some pretty awesome stuff. For every My Lai Massacre, there's a moon landing. For every Trail of Tears, there's a Berlin Airlift. Sometimes, it's okay to take a moment and just go "Fuck yeah, guys. Were pretty cool." Because this book really makes you feel that, at least it did to me, but I'll get off my red, white and blue high horse and keep going.

Alright, now we come to the part that I need to get out...

THE BRITISH EAST INDIA COMPANY

Literally everywhere in my life, I am haunted and stalked by the specter of a long-dead megacorporation. In every piece of media, in every topic I research, no matter what, they're there. As the Frogman quoted from me in a meme a while back "I'm being haunted by the ghost of English imperialism". What the fuck? Anyway, if you wanna chat about the book, please do, because I am at terminal levels of Fandom.

Anyway, if you want to read along for the next Baldy's Book Club, we'll be reading Crusade, the next book in the Destroyermen series.

(P.S. Frogman, I know this review isn't very good, but my brain is soup rn so this is whatchu get.

#Baldy's Book Club #destroyermen

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wjehfshs · 11 months

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Some head-canons for cod characters while I work on a request and I’m at a family birthday party

Kinda suggestive on Keegans part, mentions of alcohol and smoking

Gaz

Held his mums hand in public until he was 17

Mamas boy

Had the type of father son relationship where they would play catch outside

Hot chocolate >> coffee

Absolutely terrified of kids but kids are all over him when he’s out in public or anywhere with kids

Whenever he got face paint as a kid at birthday party’s or something he always either got a tiger or Spider-Man

Gaming nerd

Constantly worried for Price because Price smokes

Most in tune with pop culture and social media

Has a tik tok account with 40K followers

He just posts training videos and self defence and people eat it up (people meaning me)

Pretty average childhood

First job was at a hotdog stand when he was 16

Ghost

Goes mute on rare occasions

Complete opposite of Gaz, loves kids but they’re terrified of him

Was a hot wheels kids but considering his childhood he would always just play with his friends hot wheels

Autistic

Secretly really attached to Price in a father son way but would rather die than admit it

Body is a HEATER. Literally never cold always complaining about how it’s hot

Insomniac (probably a trauma response but we don’t talk about that)

Joined the military to feel stronger than his father but stayed because he actually enjoyed it and made friends

On the rare occasion he does sleep he’s out like a light for at least 10+ hours

Type of kid in high-school to have no friends but didn’t care

Price

Favourite food is a scone

Scotch drinker

Trying to quit smoking for Gaz but struggles, needs a stress reliever from time to time

Body is also a heater but not as bad as Ghost

Was a sports kid in high-school

Kids are all over him and constantly think he’s like 97, he doesn’t mind tho he’s like a father

Typa dad to play catch with his kid

Recovering alcoholic

Very much popular nice kid in high-school. Everyone loved him and he got good grades

Sneezes like an explosion went off

Probably needs glasses to read

Soap

Basically deaf, “Huh? Huh? Huh?”

Kids hate him and he hates kids he likes it that way

Ate straight up mud and worms as a kid

Eats cereal RELIGIOUSLY

Body feels cold but he’s always saying how hot it is

Typa guy to walk an old woman across the street

Has a god awful amount of hair gel that he doesn’t even use because his hair defies gravity

Plays the bagpipes but not very well

Wakes up first. Without fail.

Ate dog food as a kid

No one touches the Mohawk (except Ghost)

Has a tik tok but like 72 followers and he gets so excited when he gets over 10 likes, he shows Gaz and Gaz doesn’t wanna break his heart by telling him that’s really not a lot

Loses his train of thought mid sentence

König

Also goes mute sometimes

When he gets too anxious and someone tries to talk to him and he’s not mute he’s speaking German and German only

Cold, all the time

Bounces his leg when he sits

Cant sleep properly for shit

Cuts his own hair because he hates having to communicate to people

His first birthday present was a fake crown from his parents

Kind of kid to hide behind his parents legs when he was little

Doesn’t drink or smoke or anything because it makes him sick

Likes soup idk why he just likes soup

Animal person but he’s so scared of hurting them especially really small animals like kittens

Gets sunburnt really easy

Sleeps with 5 thick blankets + 1 weighted blanket

Like soft fluffy things

Has to sometimes make his own clothes or blankets considering his size

Had a childhood cat that he considered his best friend

Keegan

Calls everyone who’s younger than him “kid” even if they’re just an hour younger or smth

Swears he’s a good driver (he’s canonically not)

Bit of a perv honestly (by bit I mean very much). He’s not creepy or anything just dirty minded

Was a Lego kid

Avoids children like the plague

Drinks beer but ever rarely

Also chronically cold

Was always the cooler older cousin

Like his steak burnt to a crisp

Spicy food enjoyer

Also good with pop culture and social media

Has a Twitter with 60K followers

Posts stuff in tactical gear

Knows what he’s doing if you know what I mean

Listens to metal

Also likes playing games

Really really nice hands

Ok that’s it for now. Can you tell I like Gaz and Keegan the most? Yeah. I want them

It’s so cold outside rn wtf

#cod x reader #cod #cod mw2 x reader #cod mw2 #cod mw x reader

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jtl-fics · 7 months

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Fic Writer 40

8, 9, 10, and 20

Meme for Fic Writers Ask Game

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.

Oh I'm really really proud of a scene in Math Nerd where Neil and Andrew are having a game of truth up on the roof.

"Ask." Andrew says.

"Are you happy?" he asks. Is he...happy? "That's your question?" Andrew asks despite himself. "It is." Neil says not looking out at him, "You can think about it. I don't need the answer right away I guess." Neil says. Is he happy? He thinks about his life, more specifically his life after Alex. He still wants to find his friend, wants to thank you and smack him over the head for the risk he took. He thinks about having a brother, having a cousin, and even his friendships with Renee and Kevin. "Why do you want to know?" Andrew asks. "It's still my turn Andrew." Neil reminds. Is he happy? "I wouldn't call it happy." He says because Andrew doesn't do that. "What are you then?" Neil asks. "Why do you want to know?" Andrew returns. "I care about you, I'd like for you to at least be...content with your life." Neil answers. Content feels safer, feels less like an admission. "I'm content." Andrew gives back and Neil smiles still not looking at Andrew at all. "That's good. I'm glad." Neil pushes himself away from the ledge, "See you tomorrow Andrew." he says leaving Andrew alone on the roof.

I just like the whole conversation though this bit had me in tears when I was writing it. The whole conversation has some jokes ("He went somewhere I couldn't follow." "Arizona?") but I think it really shows how lonely Neil has been made by his time travel. He's so desperate for there to be something good that came out of it. If that good thing is that Andrew is happy or at least content? Maybe it's okay.

9. Which fic has been the hardest to write?

I mean like emotionally? "I'll Take Care Of You" devastated me for a while.

Writing as in like it fought me the whole damn way there are a lot of parts of Fluent Freshman that have fought me. I always know the joke I wanna tell by the end of a part but so help me building up to it or transitioning to the next one is always super duper hard for me.

10. Which fic has been the easiest to write?

Man I banged out "Sometimes Life is Accepting That Things Get Hard" in like an evening. The imagery that Lex put on twitter was just SO DANG GOOD that it shot out of me.

20. Describe your perfect writing conditions. (Answered before)

It is immediately before an arbitrary deadline I have set for myself that no one else is focused on. I have hold music playing. I have a cherry coke within easy reaching distance. I have muted discord because i am categorically bad at not chatting.

#Meme for Fic Writers Ask Game #Ask

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dakotafinely · 1 year

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heyyy !! i saw ur reqs were open and im literally about to binge everything youve written- and i hope whatever happened you’re okay now !!

im so sorry if you dont take x readers but may i request the rise turtles (separately ofc) with a reader who says the corniest, cheesiest, mind numbingly stupid pick up lines

like they think they’re safe until the reader starts spewing pick up lines at the most random moments

thank you if u decide to write this !!

Poiuhgfghjkjhnbghui hello! Thanks, the thing happened months ago I'm just super slow at responding to things oiujhjolkjh but still thanks! I hope you enjoy your reading binge!

I don't really do a lot of X Reader requests (mostly because I don't get that many) but I assure you I'm never opposed to them! Plus how can I resist such an idea, as a corny cheesy dork myself I must represent all the corny cheesy dorks out there!

== == ==

Leo:

Say what you wish but this man is already a corny cheesy pun master

I mean have you HEARD his puns? He is a man of the corn(y lines)

So he's actually very good at matching your energy most of the time

Heck sometimes he can even guess what you're gonna say before you get to even say it

Tho sometimes, in the moments where he truly doesn't expect it, you can get him red as a tomato

Honestly, why do you think he likes to use cheesy and corny pick up lines? Because he's a romantic little sap who wants someone to match his energy and romance him that's why

He'll cover his face and smile wide when he blushes hard

"Ya can't just catch me off guard like that you know?" He jokes

Bc truly, he adores it that you can keep him on his toes and guessing sometimes

Donnie

Complete opposite of Leo, but are we surprised by this?

Either it goes over his head by taking whatever you said literally (which you find adorkable let's be real)

Or he rolls his eyes and tells you you're a sap

But if you stop? If you stop bc you believe your annoying him or you've had a bad day and don't wanna deal with his reactions?

"Are you okay? What's wrong, you haven't made a pun and you've been here for at least ten minutes."

Worried, he won't show it, but he will pry and make sure your okay

Bc yeah, he doesn't really care for puns or cheesy pick up lines, as their not his thing in the slightest

He still likes that you do them, their your thing, and it's what makes him love you, even if he doesn't admit it

And trust me, he'd probably rather die then admit it

Mikey

Mikey either giggles from them or smiles and rolls his eyes depending on the level of cheesiness

He loves you! And he loves that you love him! And he loves that you express it in a adorkable way!

What more can he say? He'll try and reciprocate it but he's not quite the pun master the way Leo is

Still, if he does and you two get the ball rolling back and forth his heart flutters with joy and that's the thing to keep him smiling for months alone

His favorites are your arty based puns, as they often come with a little doodle or are a left behind sticky note he can keep as a little token of you in his room

Plus their the easiest for him to reciprocate too as an art nerd

Just a lil cheesy doodle with a pun based pick up line and boom! You two are giggling like dorks in love

Tho he's most frequent response is often just a string of giggles and hugging you tightly

Raph

Raph is a very big pun lover as well as pun despiser

While he may laugh and rolls his eyes at everyone else's puns, if he makes one without thinking he just goes :| (contemplates life choices)

Tho in truth if he does get a laugh or giggle out of you with a pun, he'll smile wide

And he loves your puns and cheesy pick up lines so deeply

He is a blushy boy I refuse criticism

While he may roll his eyes and scoff lightly

It's SO obvious that he truly enjoys it from the blush on his face and smile spreading on his beak

He doesn't really ever return the energy you throw at him but he does always accept it and embrace it

He honestly enjoys clever puzzle based pick up lines

Or any pick up line or pun that makes him think for a minute

== == ==

This was cute! Thanks for the ask, I always enjoy 'em! Hope you have a lovely day, afternoon, and goodnight!

#rottmnt #rot tmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #rise raph #rise mikey #rise donnie #rise leo #rottmnt ask #ask response #thanks for the ask!

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teneriadvos · 9 months

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Teneri ad Vos

meaning "enthralled by you" in Latin.

💜

Vos || 18 yrs || He

Can't stress enough: MINORS, DNI. DO NOT INTERACT. THIS IS NOT THE BLOG FOR YOU. ALSO, I WILL BLOCK YOU IF YOU TRY TO FOLLOW ME AND YOU DON'T HAVE AN AGE IN YOUR BIO OR PINNED POST. THANKS.

💜 Fun Vos Facts! 💜

- College student

- Writer

- Total nerd (D&D, Video games, etc. Ask me about my collections!)

- In case you can't tell, I'm a Latin nerd too :)

- More holes than the average man

- Bi guy

- Happily taken :) I have a lovely girlfriend and she smokes weed

All of the other stuff is going below the cut. One more time, MINORS DNI. FINAL FUCKING WARNING. THANKS.

💜 Sexy Vos Facts!! 💜

Okay, green for giving, blue for receiving. Purple for both.

I'm switchy as hell but I'm really only going to be thinking subby thoughts on this blog. I might make the rare dom post or two but I will not play dom. Thanks 💜 Okay now let's get into it:

- Raging hypnosis / brainwashing kink. Love getting tranced out 💜

- Dumbification and stuff like that :) I guess it kind of goes hand in hand with the hypno but sometimes it's just so nice to not Think about Things

- Praise kink my beloved. To care and be cared for is always really nice

- Denial and edging. God it's so much fun but I'm so bad at it lol

- Bondage!! Tie me up in ribbons and rope! Plus, I want to learn shibari so bad...

- Puppy play stuff!! Ask me to bark and I go woof!!

- Mommy kink :) Sometimes it's just nice to be mommy's baby boy y'know?

- Royalty kink. I'll gladly be a knight or prince of your kingdom hehe

- Blasphemy and the corruption that comes with it. Turns out there's a reason I like being called angel so much :3

- Plus some crazy fantasy stuff. Y'know, tentacles and aphrodisiacs and monsterfucking and holding hands with someone who really really loves me, etc etc

- Uhhh recent development I wanna get pegged and / or actually railed??? I want cock or strap in my hole??? ASAP??? please and thank you???

[This list is subject to change or expand depending on what Tumblr does to me.]

💜 What Vos doesn't like. 💜

- If you're kind to me, I will be kind to you. That's the golden rule on my blog. Don't be a dick, and don't be a creep.

- ABSOLUTELY DO NOT ASK FOR PICTURES OF ME. I know I'm whoring myself out on the internet but I'd like to keep it to just words.

- Please don't open conversations by sending me nudes or spirals. It's kind of weird to me. Say "hi" or "hello" or even just ask me first!! Thank you!!

- Please keep your sissy, detrans, forced-fem, and misgendering stuff to yourself please.

- Additionally, no thanks on piss, scat, race, and gainer/feeder stuff! It is NOT for me. Also, I'll probably block you if it's your whole account.

- I block empty, no-pfp no-name no-description etc. blogs on site. At least make your profile look a little lived-in.

- MINORS DNI. DO NOT INTERACT WITH ME. I KNOW I'VE SAID IT A COUPLE TIMES ALREADY BUT I AM BEING SO SERIOUS. THIS IS NOT A BLOG FOR YOU IN ANY CAPACITY. GO AWAY.

- I'm not looking for a long term dynamic. But DM me maybe and we can play around?

[These boundaries are also subject to change. If you're freaking me out, I will tell you. If you continue to freak me out, I will block you. If you're a robot, uh, go fuck yourself. Idk.]

💜 Vos Terminology Index 💜

Please call me...

- Masculine terms; man, boy, guy, dude, etc.

- Pretty, good, sweet, and baby boy.

- Dumb, empty-headed, pathetic, needy.

- Prince, puppy, dog, toy, angel, doll.

- Chest, dick, and hole to talk about my anatomy.

If you're unsure about something, pop in and ask!

💜 Closing remarks! 💜

I'm a total nerd with a writer's background, and I tend to get really wordy. If I write some nerdy or horndog ramble, just bare with me. I like talking lol

Okay, that's all from me!! I hope all of this wasn't too boring! Remember, be kind and receive kindness in return.

Vos out. 💜

#minors dni #trans nsft #bd/sm puppy #mommy k!nk #brainwashing #hypnosis #mind control #mind conditioning #t4t nsft #ftm nsft #nsft #denial #i promise ill add more tags when i think of them but generally i dont know what im doing #be kind to me bwahaha #vos

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xnchxntmxnt · 2 years

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LKJFHSKJ ok ok i hope i’m not past the deadline with this!! and happy birthday to both you and koi!

for the event, i would like to pull a 4 star! could i request headcannons for simeon and satan (if you don’t write for simeon then just satan is fine ^-^) where the reader has had a long day/week and is stressed about it? cuddles and reassurance from them would be nice! again happy birthday and i hope this fit all your rules

(if not feel free to tell me and i can resend)

thank you for all the bday wishes my dear /p - vic

Fandom: Obey Me! Shall We Date?

Characters: Satan, Simeon

Warnings: swearing, no extra warnings on satan’s; simeon: mc is not a math person, food ment.

Notes: tbh ive never written for either of these two so there’s a first time for everything!! Plus how can you NOT love satan like cmon. Simeon too i just love my little nerd

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Satan

Its not that he wouldn’t notice

I think he would

But hes more likely to wait for you to come to him

Thats what asmo told him to do anyway he doesnt want to overstep his boundaries and doesnt wanna make you uncomfortable or push your buttons

Plus his brother knows people, and youre a person right

Thats literally how he says it to himself in his head

So in the event that you do show up to his room in need of some comfort he is right there

He actually turned down an invite to go to a bookstore with levi earlier that day just in case you came looking for him. He wants to be there for you whenever you need him

So when you walk in the room and fall onto his bed, he puts his book down and gently rolls you over so he can see your face

“Hi, sweetheart”

You, rolling back over onto the bed and sighing

He laughs a little and lays down next to you, reaching out for your hand. Again, doesnt wanna push it, but he wants you to know he’s there

“Would a hug help?”

You slowly work yourself around so youre laying almost on him, arms wrapped around tight and face buried in his chest

Asks if you wanna talk

If so he lets your rant to your heart’s content, offering advice if you need it, or simply getting mad with you. Not overly so but little comments like “oh yeah, that was a dick move” and things of that nature

If not, he probably grabs his book and reads. But this time he reads to you. Nothing better than fiction for a good distraction

Not the best person to go to when upset but not bad either 7.5/10

Simeon

Its so irritating that he just kinda knows shit

You could be hiding it so well that youre having a rough week and he just knows

But it took him till the end of the week because he was hoping it would blow over

Because it didn’t and you didn’t come to him about the issue, he decided to (gently) step in

You show up to your room after a long, grueling study session with mammon, trying to wrap your head around pre calc before your test next week when you noticed your door was slightly open and the lights were on

Inside was a perfect scene: simeon adjusting and fluffing the throw pillows on your bed (some were his), a plate of snacks on your bed-side table and chill, comforting music playing softly from his phone

You could have melted when he smiled at you man

He greets you at the door and takes your things and sets them down without a second thought

Guides you to come sit with him

He's so wonderful with words sometimes but other times (like rn) they escape him and his way of showing you how much he loves you is physical affection

He sits you on your bed and it doesn't take long before you're curled up in his lap, nose buried in his shoulder

“What's all this about?”

“You've been working too hard this week. I wanted to take care of you”

If you're gonna cry anything out, do it now. Nerves, stress, anxiety, its so perfect

He runs his hand up and down your back if you cry or if you just cuddle closer

Eventually, he’ll ask you what's wrong but he’ll never push you to talk about it. Simply reminds you that he’s there whenever you need an ear to listen

The two of you spend the night munching on snacks, cuddling and talking because youre too tired to do anything else

He does everything he can to make sure you know how much he loves you. secret: its a lot

9/10 good solid care

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pennycat83 · 3 months

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I'm sorry I absolutely fucked him up in the lab guys

I just really wanna talk about my take on Bob2.0 'cause I wove him too much.

(This only makes sense in my series canon sadly so TLDR: cartoon characters can die in various ways and go to a purgatory but sometimes other forms of media sneak in unknowingly)

Since the third book ended with him floating off into space this is a variant in which he, somehow, died. He can't remember how and he's far away from both HEAVEN-1 and all the other Bobs. The only ones he can interact with are the ones that have canonically died and the first generation (who also can't remember how they died), all of which are hard wired to his IBM 5150 computer monitor he's stuck in.

They can be sent out into space by hijacking other spaceships but it's too risky to do (he's fully skint too).

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Additional Notes and headcannons

⚙️ He's quite bitter he lost Charlie since he's now shorter than before (mainly 'cause the android model he stole was prebuilt and he doesn't know how to readjust it). He also has to recharge as well and can't do much either (he can access the IBM computer system his head belongs to but then he just turns into a regular ass computer, it does let him adjust his system which he does every night with the ROAMERS controlling stuff outside).

⚙️Since most of the other Bobs are still in slight control of his system he tends to flip between personalities and even memories (rarely shows up but sometimes he casually drops stuff that never happened to him).

⚙️ The other Bobs can intervene if they're put in the IBM system (some are more hardwired in than others but some can be transferred to floppy disks, much like Bob-1 they all lost their ships except for Milo).

⚙️LOOK ME IN THE EYE AND TELL ME THIS MAN DOESN'T HAVE AUTISM! Gestures with his hands when he talks, prefers solitude and can do it for long periods of time, hyperfixates on random subjects and sci-fi, struggles with interacting with others outside of his small group of friends and family, an inability to comfort others. I can SMELL it on him man!

⚙️ This man has a roadtrip soundtrack, no one can change it and anyone who does gets put in the ship storage hull (it's mostly a mix-trail of 80's/90's stuff, ELO, Thomas Dolby and Talking Heads).

⚙️ He's essentially completely denounced any type of romance between him since he's too out there for most others (flirting has been observed to cause him to do a mental tailspin).

⚙️ Feral as fuck. Not only does he forget he's still human to a degree at times but he tends to go into weird manic over analysis moments (also tends to devolve into a mad scientist without realising).

⚙️ Suffers with slight touch starveness due to him being unable to properly touch anyone intimately for a long time* (this is most evident with casual touch so it's unsure if he could handle anything further).

⚙️ Is "slightly" hyperfixated with both Spore and 90's alien stuff (I'm going HARD on my headcannoning here. I'm not against him being a classic sci fi nerd but I like the idea he's more into a specific sub genre rather than just being a generic nerd**).

⚙️ Adding a bit more to it I also like to think he's into the LEGO Space sets as well. Alongside Guardians of the Galaxy (man probably had enough time to binge it).

⚙️Most of his other attributes and habits from before still stand. He still likes to talk shit about religion and often gets a bit arrogant when talking about his old job and achievements. I did nuke a bit of his overt geniuses from the book since I (for some reason) think he gets slight moments where he messes up hard by over assuming stuff.

⚙️Every single Bob treats Homer like the lil brother once they found out he's still kicking. The second he comes in at a bad time the others just try 'n shoo him out so he won't see anything too graphic.

⚙️ I'll probably go into this a more later but he has like the weirdestly wholesome dynamic with P.C, like they're just two mad scientist weirdos talking about random stuff and being feral.

*I know this one sounds dumb but like... I don't think he ever tried hitting on any Deltans at any point for obvious reasons, and his only friend was Archimedes. So obviously the man's gotta be a bit on the touch starved side.

**yes I know he's fan girly over Von Neumann Probes I mean like media, he's only really into conventional sci fi stuff so I like to think his other ones are more tied to space in different ways.

#we are legion we are bob #bobiverse #sorry this is cringe #not

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transboykirito · 1 year

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college squad au bc i think of this a lot

koujiro rinko, our main character. she starts off at 18 in season 1. programming nerd. gemma from m3gan. trying to find herself and figure out how adulting works. millennial (affectionate). she’s determined that college is going to be the best years of her life. the entire fandom universally agrees she’s bi and in love with her best friend mayumi who gets introduced in season 4. rinkoyumi vs kayarinko debates plauge twitter for months until her actress posts a tweet on june 1st saying she’s always considered rinko to be bi and wanted to play her with the intention of her crushing on mayumi. every gay person fucking loves her she has so many comfort character edits on tiktok.

kayaba akihiko, Just Some Guy Turned Main Love Interest. starts season 1 at 19. somehow everyone in the university knows who he is. he keeps to himself and has a foreboding mysterious sense about him. fans either headcanon him as bland and emotionless or secretly a massive softie who volunteers at animal shelters. math nerd. he usually ends up solving most of the bullshit the squad gets into. the amount of autism coding in this man.

sugou nobuyuki, fandom-nominted misunderstood soft dork (negative). never have you ever seen a character be misconstrued like this. starts season 1 at 18 but turns 19 like halfway through the season. he’s originally an english major but changes his degree in season 2. he is a dick but he’s good at hiding it therefore people think that he’s gonna be The Bad Boy Love Interest. he briefly is bc he and rinko start dating at the end of season 2 but she cheats on him with kayaba in season 3 (yay). his entire tiktok hashtag is either thirsty edits or people screaming at other fans for liking him. his actor likes tweets hating on him. after the finale he tweets a picture of himself on set flipping off the camera like “so long asshole i will never miss playing you” and then later he posts a picture of the whole cast and crew like “i lied i miss these guys already”

higa takeru, fan favourite smol bean. 18 but acts like a 14 year old boy. he is solely comedic relief for the most part. he’s hardcore crushing on rinko the entire series. he has a million dumb catchphrases. his Big Moment is when rinko breaks down crying in her dorm bc Boy Problems and he comforts her like “you deserve better anyway. do you wanna come sit on the roof and we can finish some beers and you can insult me again like you always do?” and she kinda laughs and follows him onto the roof and they sit there drinking and talking and he’s like “wouldn’t it be cool if we could make an entire world of ai’s?” and its this moment and its like the only time he’s serious

professor shigemura, george feeny 2.0. he sometimes drops major life advice in the middle of a lecture. he gets super invested in all his students and gives them advice and wants them all to change the world. very loving dad. yuuna makes a cameo a few times and fans adore her. any scenes with young yuuna are played by the professor’s actor’s irl daughter and it’s just super wholesome.

yuuki kouichirou, cameo character. he’s mentioned a few times in the first 2 seasons and makes a couple of cameos but fans love him and so he officially joins the cast in season 3, when he’s 19. he’s the sweet doting older brother who doubles as nobuyuki’s childhood friend. he’s never super plot relevant but he’s cute and sweet and people like him. he does a lot of fairy dance foreshadowing and his actor is like tom holland levels of accidental spoilers

#college squad au

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belphegor1982 · 1 year

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So someone had to grab the writer by the scruff of the neck and make his chapter longer than the entire fic so far. Dammit, Johnny. (I mean who’s complaining, right?)

Jigsaw Pieces

Chozen, uneasy

Daniel, adrift

Amanda, sleepless

Sam, shaken

Johnny, fixing things

Daniel, not alone

Johnny is used to fucking stuff up almost as many times as he keeps trying to fix it. He isn’t used to having things this good and keeping them that way. Or maybe he just lost the habit, because what wasn’t shitty when he was a kid was admittedly pretty great.

But right now, Robby and Miguel have put all their bullshit behind them and reached something that might just be friendship one day, they actually had Olive Garden takeout dinner together with Carmen last night, the four of them, and this morning Johnny’s at the Home Depot with his son shopping for a new latch mechanism for his busted doorknob. Like an actual dad.

So maybe he’s just happy about it. Sue him.

“Okay,” he says, “so – remember the number that was on the latch?”

“Sure,” says Robby, taking out his phone. He took a picture of that latch before they left, when Johnny removed the doorknob to check the stamp, instead of just writing the number on a scrap of paper. His kid is a geek sometimes – or a nerd, a dork, or whatever – and that’s one of the million little details that make Johnny really happy because he’s finally getting to know things like that about his son.

“It’s, uh, 2-3/4.”

“That means the backset is two and three-quarter inches. So we’re gonna need one of those suckers there. Let me see the picture again –”

If he’s honest, he kinda sucked as a handyman, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know things. He did most of the work of turning an empty space into a badass karate dojo, after all, and even jumped through all the hoops to make it “up to code”. He can show his son how to change a doorknob. That’s a thing a dad does, right?

“Hey, cool, this one has two keys already, you can have your own right now. So if you want to change a lock, lesson one. The first thing you wanna do is check your screws. There’s always the risk of old paint ‘cause an old tenant thought the door needed a new coat, or a screw loose because some genius decided to kick your door open for no reason at all –”

Robby shoots him a look that clearly says You are such a doofus, but there’s fondness in there too and that is new. Come to think of it, it’s a little like the look Miguel gets sometimes in response to something Johnny just said when he doesn’t just fully go Sensei, what the hell. It took Johnny a couple of years to identify that look as I love you but I really don’t get how your mind works sometimes and he’s still not sure just how offended he’s supposed to be.

“I know how to change a lock, you know,” says Robby with that small smirk of his that Johnny knows he got from him.

Johnny squints at him.

“’That have anything to do with the two chucklefucks you used to hang out with?”

“Yeah.” Robby shrugs and looks down at his shoes for a second. “I mean, I learned on my own, but it came in handy then.”

Johnny nods and doesn’t press the issue, which Robby appears relieved about. But hey, if Robby can let go of the past and accept that his father wants a shot at being an actual dad, Johnny can not be an asshole and let that kind of sleeping dog lie, as well.

They’re both saved from having to break the moment by his phone blaring the chorus of ‘Run to the Hills’ from his pants pocket. The name on the screen is daniel larusso, so Johnny picks up and grins.

“Hey man, I was gonna call you later. Guess what: I went with your idea, and turns out a little Johnny Classic was just what the kids needed to get over their shit. They whaled on each other for a bit and got it out of their system like a couple of champs—”

“Sensei?”

Oh – wrong LaRusso.

“You can call me ‘Johnny’, LaRusso, I’m not your sensei anymore,” he says. Robby glances at him, eyebrows raised. Right – there’s probably still some bad blood between him and Sam. Maybe they could fight it out at some point, too, clear the air? “What are you doing with your old man’s phone?”

“I didn’t have your new number.”

And asking your ex for it would’ve been awkward, Johnny muses. He picked up Miguel in pieces the other day after the break-up. The kid got real quiet after a while, but not angry. “She said she wasn’t okay, Sensei, what else was I supposed to do? We’re just… gonna be friends now.”

Jesus. These kids are handling their relationship drama better than Johnny did when he was twice their age.

…Wait. Isn’t Sam supposed to be several states away right now?

“Hang on, yesterday your dad told me you were in Ohio with your mom. What’d he do, hop on a plane and play an apology song on a boombox?”

That was all the rage for a while in the late ‘80s and early ‘90s after that movie: fuck up with your girl, show up on her doorstep with a boombox to say sorry, and annoy the hell out of the neighbours like that’d make it all better. But now it’s like, nostalgic or something, and it sounds exactly like something LaRusso might do. Dork. (Johnny really hopes it worked.)

A corner of Robby’s mouth twitches. Johnny wonders if he even knows what a boombox is – most of the kids these days don’t seem to.

“No, we came back home last night,” says Sam LaRusso’s voice at the other end of the line. “I mean, this morning. There was…”

She trails off. Johnny frowns. The hardware store is way too noisy for a proper phone conversation, but he’s starting to pick up on a vibe. A weird one.

“Hey, LaRusso, you okay?”

“No,” she says again, and shit, there’s a break in her voice like she’s trying not to cry. “Dad got hurt.”

Johnny’s stomach drops.

“What? What happened?”

Whether because of the look on his face or the tone of his voice – or both – Robby’s eyes snap back to him and he goes sharp and tense.

“Cobra Kai,” she snaps, her voice trembling a little. “Well, Terry Silver, anyway. He… he beat him. Pretty bad.”

Shit.

Johnny learned the hard way that Terry Silver is not just some old fart with a fancy car and a stupid ponytail. The kick that man landed in his ear made his head ring for days, and he won’t forget the rest of the beating he took that night at the old dojo in a hurry. In his fifty-two years of life, Johnny Lawrence has never been defeated so viciously. The only other person who came close to kicking his ass like that was Miyagi, on Halloween 1984, and Johnny was a kid, so that doesn’t count.

The sad part is, Johnny is pretty sure Silver would’ve done a lot more damage if Kreese hadn’t stopped him.

Kreese is in jail. Not that the son of a bitch would step in for anyone who wasn’t Johnny, anyway, in between two attempts at choking him to death. But LaRusso was alone – how far did Silver go without a safeguard?

“I’m coming over,” says Johnny without even thinking. “I’ll be there in ten.”

“Twenty, Dad,” Robby corrects him, “and that’s if the traffic is fluid on Balboa.”

“Yeah, twenty. Listen, Sam –”

He wants to say Don’t worry, even beat up halfway into the ground your dad will claw his way back up, and I should know, because I almost did beat him halfway into the ground when we were kids and he still got back up eventually – he’s a stubborn little shit, he’ll be okay. But then he thinks about the LaRusso who showed up at his apartment yesterday, unkempt, desperate and disheartened. It would have barely taken a breeze to knock that guy down.

Goddammit. Silver really chose his moment to strike, huh.

Robby is looking at him oddly, and there’s silence on both ends of the line, until Sam’s voice comes back.

“Yes?”

“Nothin’,” says Johnny, who still hasn’t figured out what to say. “I’ll be right there.”

He hangs up, pockets his phone, and his gaze falls on Robby.

Wait. He can’t leave his son like that. He’s done leaving his son like that. Robby deserves better.

But no amount of relationship drama could compare to the epic levels of awkward that would ensue if Robby Keene just showed up on the LaRussos’ doorstep, especially after all the Cobra Kai crap he pulled in the last six months.

Johnny runs his hand over his face and into his hair.

“Shit.”

“What happened?” asks Robby, both voice and eyes sharp.

“Silver beat up LaRusso. ‘Pretty bad’, according to Sam.”

Robby’s face does something very quick and very complicated. There’s a lot of conflicting emotions there, but what Johnny doesn’t miss is that shock isn’t among them.

(His son spent months in a dojo co-run by John fucking Kreese and a nutjob who delights in screwing with people’s heads and beating them up. Just as well Johnny still has room for more in his bag of nightmares. In hindsight, LaRusso’s obsession with keeping Cobra Kai away from all the kids in the Valley isn’t so stupid.)

“You should go,” says Robby finally. “I can take care of the doorknob on my own.”

Johnny narrows his eyes at him.

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I told you, I know how to change a lock.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I know, Dad.” Robby gives his little half-smile, and this time the Lawrence smirk is absent. That guarded sweetness is all him. “I’m glad you and Mr. LaRusso are getting along now. I told you the two of you could actually be friends, remember?”

“You said we could learn a thing or two from each other,” Johnny points out. “There’ s a difference.”

“Am I wrong, though?”

Johnny stares at him for a couple of seconds. Then he smiles and awkwardly pulls an arm across his shoulders for a half-hug, relieved that Robby doesn’t even try to squirm out of it.

“No, you’re not wrong. Okay, got enough cash?”

“Yeah, but I don’t need cash if I take an Uber. The new doorknob’s on you, though. The escape room thing was your idea.”

From the way the smirk is creeping back into his smile, he’s calling his dad a doofus again. That’s fair. The escape room thing was a bust. But that’s okay, because Johnny kinda loves finding out Robby can call him a doofus and still want him as a dad.

The best part about trying hard to fix a relationship is finding out the other person is actually trying as well, just as hard.

Johnny pays for the doorknob. He stays with Robby until the Uber pulls away with his kid in it. And then he fires up the Grand Caravan and probably breaks some kind of record and a couple of traffic laws getting to Encino.

Funny how life works. The first time he went to that house – on a stolen bike, because his car was a still smoking wreck thanks to LaRusso’s dumb cousin’s biker friends – he wanted nothing more than to kick LaRusso’s ass. And now? He’s also racing up that road at breakneck speed, and then he’s also standing in the driveway with clenched fists, itching for a fight – just like that first time – but everything else is radically different. He takes a deep breath before knocking, for one.

It’s Sam who opens the door, with Amanda standing inside and a Japanese man he’s never seen before, who must be the ‘Chozen’ guy Daniel mentioned when they were catching up yesterday. They would look oddly formal if not for Amanda’s expression – the kind that always makes Johnny want to punch the mirror when he meets his own eyes.

And that’s as much a kick in the guts as the way Sam’s voice broke a little over the phone, because this expression doesn’t belong on Amanda’s face at all.

Johnny mostly ignores the dude for now – although he does note that the guilt and worry on his face reflects Amanda’s – and speaks quietly, like the words have to force their way out.

“How bad is it?”

“Could be worse,” Amanda says, no louder, her voice slightly unsteady. “But, um… could be a lot better.”

“Can I talk to him?”

“I don’t know if he’s up for a lot of talking, but you can try.”

LaRusso, not talking? Things really must be bad, snarks a voice at the back of Johnny’s brain with more fondness than bite. Force of habit. There’ll always be at least a little bit of friction between them, and that’s fine. LaRusso doesn’t seem to mind, either, at least not anymore; Johnny ribbing him just gets a snort and a shake of his head when he doesn’t counter right back with a grin. That’s kind of a miracle, considering where they started from.

“I’ll take my chances,” Johnny says, even though it’s not exactly what he means. Looks like Amanda gets it, though, because she lays a hand on his arm for a second with a tight smile before walking away.

For some reason he hesitates a second in front of the bedroom door. Maybe what LaRusso needs is to lick his wounds in peace, not for his old enemy to see him at his lowest.

But then LaRusso has seen Johnny at his lowest a few times, too, and even though Johnny was tempted to tell him to go to hell – might have done a couple of times, he can’t remember right now – having him around wasn’t the worst he could endure.

So Johnny knocks once and enters without waiting for an invitation.

LaRusso looked like shit yesterday, unshaven and pinched with shadows under his eyes, but he still looked better than he does now. Even in the relative darkness of the room behind the drawn curtains – which Johnny recognises from experience as the first line of defence against a really bad headache – he can see the bruising on the side of LaRusso’s face, creeping down over his cheekbone and slithering around his eye. It might bring back an old memory of glaring at him and Miyagi from across the old Cobra Kai dojo the day after that fated Halloween night, if not for one very important detail: the eyes that were big and nervous but razor-sharp then are now bleary and unfocused.

“…ny?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” says Johnny in response to whatever that sound was that makes his own throat tight in sympathy. What the hell happened to him? “Can I, uh, come in for a minute?”

LaRusso squints at him, eyes almost screwed shut. Then he waves him in with his left hand.

Johnny closes the door, knowing all too well how much a single ray of light can hurt when your face looks like that. He plunks himself in the armchair near the head of the bed and looks – actually looks – at LaRusso.

There’s something wrong with his right shoulder, and even in the dark his eyes are reduced to slits, with lines of pain adding to the crow’s feet in the corners. The bruising on the side of his face admittedly is pretty spectacular, and there’s some more across his throat that Johnny is just noticing now, but from up close that’s not what stirs up something sour in his stomach. Even when he was a teenager who kept getting his ass kicked – and the teen version of LaRusso always seems tiny in Johnny’s memory, gangly even for a skinny kid, all big eyes and crooked grin and long noodle limbs – LaRusso has never looked fragile. Cracked, sure, but never actually broken. Johnny didn’t know that was even possible.

Something happened – not just a beating. The bruises go deeper than that. And if someone knows just how far down bruises can go even after they fade – starting with a foot to the face and especially an arm around his neck in a parking lot – it’s Johnny.

“So. What’s the damage?” he asks in a low voice.

LaRusso gives a slight one-shoulder shrug, his eyes still half closed. Johnny leans forward, elbows on his knees. LaRusso has to understand that this is important, that Johnny is not messing with him.

He has no idea how to fix this, but he’s gotta start somewhere.

“Hey, I’m asking ‘cause I don’t know. Your kid called me and said Silver beat you up. She sounded upset, I got worried – for all I knew he’d cracked your head open or something. What’d he do to your throat?”

“Foot,” croaks LaRusso, a hand on his upper chest then on his throat, just below the chin.

Ice grips Johnny’s stomach and creeps up into his ribcage. The sensation turns into fire as it reaches the tips of his fingers, making him ball up his fists.

From the pattern of bruises, this means that steaming pile of shit put his foot on LaRusso’s throat while he was down and let gravity and his own weight do the work. No mercy indeed. If LaRusso is here and not in a hospital it means he’ll be okay once he recovers, but that’s a fucked up thing to do, especially to an opponent who isn’t a threat. Johnny’s done a bit of research since last December on the consequences of chokes and strangles just in case Kreese decided to pull that crap on him again. Silver could’ve severely damaged LaRusso’s windpipe that way.

“Son of a bitch,” Johnny says, softly but completely earnest.

LaRusso does that thing where he nods and raises his eyebrows, but doesn’t look up. He won’t quite meet Johnny’s eyes. Johnny doesn’t know what to do with that. It’s starting to freak him a little.

“Don’t worry, though. No way we’re letting him get away with this. What’s Stingray’s address? I know he wouldn’t talk to you but he’ll sure as hell talk to me—”

LaRusso’s hand shoots out, catches him by the sleeve of his hoodie in a tight grip – his right hand, which makes his breath hitch as he goes paler for a second.

“Don’t,” he rasps out, his voice low-pitched and raw and breaking like a teenager’s. “Don’t, it’s not… You were right. I’m out. It’s not worth it.”

Johnny frowns. “What do you mean, ‘it’s not worth it’? Guy’s just beat you to a pulp, and what – you’re just gonna take it lying down?”

LaRusso shakes his head gingerly.

“Gonna l—leave well enough alone. For once.”

Johnny’s eyes go round. That’s – no. That’s just wrong.

“You – what? You’ve never left ‘well enough alone’ once in your life, LaRusso, even when you should have! And now all it takes is one beating to make you give up? I did worse to you back in the day and you still got all up in my face!”

Alarmingly, LaRusso doesn’t rise to the bait. Instead he tightens his grip on Johnny’s sleeve and takes a few uneven breaths.

“The kids. Said he’ll go after the k—kids.” He swallows and immediately gives a full-body wince, eyes screwed shut for a second. “That it’ll be easy for him to – to rope ‘em into Cobra Kai.”

“That’s bullshit,” says Johnny firmly, even as his heart breaks a little in his chest at that. Kreese – and probably Silver, too – did snare Robby into Cobra Kai easily. But that was because Robby, more naive than he wanted to be even after basically all the adults in his life had let him down one way or another, just went to the one guy who hadn’t disappointed him so far.

Sam LaRusso took the whole Cobra Kai is evil thing to heart long before Johnny realised the harm the Strike first, strike hard, no mercy motto was doing to his students. She also has a wholly different relationship with her dad; the way things stood between them then, Johnny knows Robby wouldn’t have been as worried about his father getting beat up to hell as Sam was when she called him earlier.

Sam is safe from whatever crap Silver might try putting into her head. And whatever the hell her brother is doing, as far as Johnny knows he’s never shown any interest in karate, so there’s that. Little gremlin’s probably better off geeking out on video games and snarking at people.

At least Johnny’s tone makes LaRusso look up and meet his eyes fully. That should be a win. It’s not. The expression in them is sending goosebumps all across Johnny’s shoulders.

“You don’t know him,” LaRusso insists in that awful raspy voice. “That’s what he d—does, he… I knew he… He gets into your head, okay? Makes you invite him in, and then… th—then if you don’t step back you d—don’t recognise yourself anymore—”

Sometimes Johnny wishes he hadn’t been stupid about losing Miguel to Miyagi-Do somehow when Silver and Kreese crashed their lesson six months ago and freaked the hell out of LaRusso, to disastrous results. Maybe then he would’ve listened to what LaRusso was not saying when he told him about the ‘85 All Valley over drinks later.

“LaRusso,” Johnny interrupts him – and then, because LaRusso looks all set to continue despite how his voice sounds, “Daniel, stop. Silver’s not getting to the kids. I won’t let him, okay? Made that mistake before, and look where that ended. Besides,” he adds, “our kids know better. Not just Sam and Robby and Miguel, I mean all our kids. Even the ones who never set foot in Cobra Kai. They know how it works, they’re not gonna fall for that – and Hawk, Bert, Nate, the others? They’re not gonna fall for that shit twice. Especially after they hear about what Silver just did to you.”

Daniel’s hand relaxes and falls. His eyes lit up with fear earlier, and now they look dull again, and Johnny doesn’t know which is worse. It’s not even anger or shame at having had his ass handed to him – which, well, is not a feeling Johnny is entirely unfamiliar with – it’s just… like he’s not fully there.

Johnny tries to catch his gaze, grab it and not let go. It’s way harder than it should be.

“I mean, if you think you’re the only one who got the shit kicked out of him by that guy, you’re wrong. He got the drop on me too one time, you’re not that special.”

That does the trick. Daniel’s eyes widen, scan him in alarm as though searching for bruises.

“You – what…? When?”

“Remember prom night? Shannon came to see me when I got home after I dropped Miguel off, said Silver had given Robby his fucking car for the evening to take his date to prom, no strings attached, just because he wanted to ‘make sure Robby was taken care of’. Even offered her a job and a new place, because why not.”

Johnny saw red then, and he still doesn’t regret for one second his knee-jerk impulse to go beat the shit out of the ponytail creep to teach him a lesson – only that Silver sucker kicked him. He can’t help feeling a little vindicated when the same red-hot anger flickers across Daniel’s face for a second.

“Except Shan can smell a rat a mile away and she’s stone cold sober now, so he only freaked her out. So she comes to tell me right away, says You need to handle this, and yeah, I do – I’ve failed Robby in all the ways a dad can fail his kid, but I’m still his father. He wants nothing to do with me, that’s fine, but that shady fucker does not get to ‘take care’ of my son and my ex like that. So I break into the Cobra Kai dojo – don’t look like that, it was mine in the first place, that’s not really illegal – and Silver calls on the landline like some movie villain, says to meet him at the corner of Magnolia and Lankershim. Apparently he wanted a trip down memory lane or something.”

“That’s—” Daniel mouths, squinting up at him suspiciously, and Johnny nods.

“Where the old dojo used to be, yeah. It’s just an empty space now. Anyway, I go there, and first thing I know, I get a roundhouse kick in the head. Coward bushwhacked me. I couldn’t even strike first, he struck before I could even see him. I mean, I still got a few good licks in, but that guy can kick, man.”

There’s a wry downturn to the corner of Daniel’s mouth – like Yeah, he does that – but no smug look, no silent I told you so, even though honestly Johnny might have let him have this one. It’s not like he wasn’t warned. He can still see Daniel in that bar, hands flitting around his whiskey glass to stress his point, brown eyes wide and earnest, saying I’m tellin’ you, Silver knows how to fight and You cannot ‘strike first’ with this guy, trust me.

And then he’d wanted to take over the kids’ training and scrap all the Eagle Fang offence, and Johnny had gone Screw that, you just think you’re better than me but you’re not, and from there the chain reaction ended up blowing everything to pieces.

God, they’d been so stupid.

“So, yeah. Oh, you wanna know the kicker, though? He just wanted to impress Kreese. Here’s a Johnny Lawrence all beat up, happy fucking birthday, I guess. He figured that if Miguel saw me beaten to a pulp, he’d be too upset to win the tournament.” Johnny shakes his head. “That would’ve been useless anyway. I screwed up with the kid all on my own – didn’t need to get kicked in the head for that. Just to make it all about me and put too much pressure on his shoulders, especially just before that last match. Some sensei,” he can’t help but mutter. “The only difference with Kreese is that at least this time I made it clear to the kids that No mercy was out of the question.”

Sympathy softens Daniel’s whole face in two seconds flat.

“Johnny,” he says gently, or at least that’s Johnny’s best guess.

Johnny waves it off because first off no, he doesn’t want to go there, and in any case Daniel’s voice box is in bad enough shape and he doesn’t need to make it worse.

“Anyway – Kreese wasn’t too happy about that, for some reason. We agreed to settle this at the tournament, he said, and I thought you knew better than to question me, like he was Silver’s boss or something. I was too out of it to catch the rest, but I think Silver didn’t like that at all. So maybe that’s why he paid Stingray to lie and say Kreese beat him up – because he was tired of playing second fiddle to Kreese.”

He suspects there’s a lot more to these two’s relationship than that, but to be honest, he doesn’t really care. The threat of Kreese has dropped significantly since he got sent to jail and good fucking riddance. Unless the two of them are still working together somehow – which Johnny seriously doubts, considering Silver apparently framed his old partner like some psycho in a gangster movie – now they can focus on taking down Terry Silver and Cobra Kai without John Kreese in the picture.

This shouldn’t be such a relief to Johnny, but it is. The fact that he doesn’t have to worry about his old mentor getting under his skin like he’s so easily done in the past does give him a clearer head and a sharper focus. His beef with Silver, beyond an ass-kicking, isn’t personal – that one defeat is nothing to the ongoing struggle to claw out every single remnant of John Kreese from his mind and that of everyone he’s ever touched. The urge to scrub the world clean of Strike first, strike hard, no mercy, to scrape out every trace of paint of the motto on that wall, to erase every imprint he’s made like he never existed. After that, well, maybe Johnny will be left with a hole in his soul but at least what used to fill it won’t hurt anyone anymore—

Johnny blinks.

…Shit. This is pretty much what Silver is to Daniel, isn’t it.

That’s why he was so hell-bent on stopping Johnny from resurrecting Cobra Kai in the first place.

Johnny tucks the realisation into a corner of his mind for the moment, because Daniel’s eyes shutter closed at the mention of Stingray as abruptly as someone pulling curtains over a window. He’s checking out again.

“Hey,” says Johnny, laying a hand on his forearm, “stop that. Okay, I’m not gonna go ask Stingray, but we gotta do something. I said Cobra Kai had to go, last December, and I meant it.” He gives Daniel’s arm a squeeze and lets go to lean back in his seat a bit. “Things just got… It was a lot after the tournament, you know? Robby left Cobra Kai, Miguel disappeared to Mexico, and then when we got back there was…”

He stops himself just in time, thinks it over for a second. He can’t tell Daniel about the baby yet – it’s too new, too fragile, too uncertain, and anyway Carmen prefers to wait until the next sonogram to tell anyone, just to be safe. I’m dealing with some family stuff, he said to Daniel yesterday; what he meant was I’m trying to get my son and the kid who’s pretty much mine as well to get along without trying to kill each other. A few weeks ago he would’ve meant I’m in way over my head because I’ve got another kid on the way and I have no idea how to not screw that up and figure out how to be an actual family.

But family isn’t necessarily about blood, and it can be so much more complicated than just passing down genes. Look at Miguel and Robby.

Unexpectedly, Johnny finds himself grinning.

“That reminds me – you know the ‘family stuff’ I talked about yesterday? I actually took your advice and you know what? It worked like a charm.”

Daniel’s eyes liven up again – from suspicion, but still, it’s a far cry from the earlier dull, unfocused look that’s so alien to him it spooked Johnny just a little.

“Remember you said that maybe, if we’d gotten the chance to really fight it out when we were kids, we might’ve gotten our shit together a lot sooner? You were right, man. I got Robby and Miguel to go all out on each other – no tournament rules, just beat each other up until they had enough. And after a while they just… stopped and talked. And now they’re okay.”

If Daniel had been his usual self, Johnny would have really enjoyed the various shades of What the hell that flit across his face at this. Confusion turns into alarm, then dismay, which fades into wariness. But the squint that follows is still a bit too narrow-eyed to not be chalked up to the headache, and that just spoils things.

“Are they?” Daniel ends up asking, obviously having put a lot of thought into these two words since long sentences are out for now.

“Yeah.” Johnny smiles, completely sincere this time. “They’re good kids, you know – they just had a lot of pent-up shit. Turns out they just needed the chance to clear the air and just talk. They only needed to… I don’t know. Tire themselves out first or something.”

Or scare themselves straight first. Johnny will never forget being rooted to the spot like an idiot as the fight escalated and the boys ended up on that balcony, torn between a growing fear and the voice in his head that repeated trust them trust them trust them like a broken record. He’d been right, in the end, but those terrifying few seconds just before Miguel and Robby came to their senses is something that he’ll never share with Daniel, or anyone else for that matter.

The look on Daniel’s face softens into an actual smile with a touch of the open fondness Johnny never quite knows what to do with when it’s directed at him.

“Told you you’d work it out,” he says in that too-hoarse voice that raises the hairs on Johnny’s arms, if only because he knows all too well what it feels like to sound like that.

But also it just might be the nicest I told you so he’s ever gotten, especially from Daniel LaRusso, so he shakes his head, amused and just a little touched.

Then he sobers up.

“I get it now, you know. Why you were so obsessed with taking down Cobra Kai even when it was just me and one nerd in a crappy lot in Reseda. You were afraid of what it’d do to kids if it took off. And… I guess you were right about that, too, look at how Hawk’s and Miguel’s first tournament went.”

Strike first, strike hard – Johnny thought he could twist that into something positive. And maybe he had, at least up to a point. But now he has enough hindsight to recognise there was no redeeming No mercy. That part was just fucked up.

“Don’t worry, though, I’ll be keeping an eye on the kids. Silver is not getting to them – not mine, and not yours. Not just Sam and the other one,” he adds, just to make himself really clear, “I mean all the kids.”

Something like fond annoyance flashes on Daniel’s face. For a second it makes him look almost normal.

“Anthony.”

“Whatever. I’ll make sure Silver stays the hell away from that little punk too.”

Daniel makes to shake his head, then freezes and screws his eyes shut again for a few seconds, breathing slowly. Johnny can sympathise. Concussions are no joke after all; between this and the throat thing, Daniel’s out of commission for the next couple of days at least.

But that’s not what worries Johnny the most.

“I’m gonna go. Rest up, okay? Then we’ll take Silver down. Give Kreese his bridge partner back, he’ll like that.”

This time Daniel doesn’t grab Johnny’s arm. He just stares at him, eyes still slightly unfocused, looking grimmer than Johnny’s seen him in a long time.

“Promise you won’t go after him.”

Johnny’s hackles rise. An old reflex.

“I can take him,” he snaps. “I just wasn’t ready last time. And there’s no way in hell I’m letting him get away with – with everything.”

“Promise,” Daniel insists in that raspy voice that hurts to hear.

While the reason behind that adds fuel to the fire of Johnny’s anger, it doesn’t turn into a blinding rage like it does sometimes. It’s deeper instead, slower, colder.

“All right, I promise,” says Johnny, mentally adding for now. It feels like one hell of a concession already.

That son of a bitch is going down, and sooner rather than later.

Daniel looks relieved, which makes Johnny irrationally angry. That’s not exactly a new feeling; their talent for getting under each other’s skin has only improved in the years they haven’t seen each other. Learning how to fit their own jagged edges against one another’s took hard work and many, many false starts. But being angry on Daniel’s behalf, now, that is new. The urge to punch someone’s teeth in feels the same, but also it doesn’t. Johnny has a feeling there’d be more weight behind his punch, and it has a lot to do with the unsettling impression of just plain wrong that follows him out of the bedroom.

Because Daniel LaRusso is a lot of things – he’s annoying, he’s compassionate, he’s self-righteous, he’s too damn smart for his own good, and no amount of cultivated car salesman smoothness or time spent in Encino country clubs can truly hide the mouthy Jersey twerp Johnny remembers – but what he is not is weak.

Whatever Silver did – whatever Silver said – it broke his spirit, and that is what is making Johnny’s fists itch to crash into that too-wide smile.

He has to clench and flex them a few times (a technique he learned from Miguel) and take a deep, controlled breath (a technique he learned from Daniel) before he steps back into the living room, where Amanda, Sam and the new guy are all sitting together, like a war council.

Johnny Lawrence is good at breaking things. But it turns out he also knows a thing or two about fixing them.

“So,” he asks in a low voice when all three pairs of eyes snap up to him, “what do we do?”

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