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gatitties · 1 year

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Yandere!Bonten x black widow assassin!reader?

Just something that popped into my head, just imagine them in a club. One of them being a target of assassination but your target is the one who tryin to kill them. One second they are surrounded by gurls doing whatever. The next a ceiling from the floor above caves in and you have your target in a hopeless position. You leave with the target apologizing for the mishap!

─Yandere!Bonten x assassin!reader

─Summary: you were just doing your job, you don't need any more trouble chasing you in life

─Warnings: use of weapons, unwarranted obsession, toxic behaviors, yandere stuff

I apologize because I don't know how to describe fight scenes 😩🤚

Part Two / Part Three

You adjusted the belt around your waist, checking the chambers of your ebony and ivory pistols, full ammunition, checking that you had your concealed knives in place, along with the small spray cans and gas mask, you didn't used to have to use these last ones things, but you never know when you need a little help.

You take out your cell phone checking the message from the anonymous person who had hired you this time, one last look at the information you needed to know, you just had to make sure that another assassin did not kill your client's shareholders, although it did not expressly say that you should kill her, but if it was necessary to secure the lives of these men, was something you were going to do. Not for nothing were you quite well known in the underground world where contracts were agreed upon, you did your job quietly, leaving no clues and quite quickly, you offered good service and that's how you earned your living after your parents kicked you out of the house for being a nonsense in your studies, at least, you found a way to earn a living, more or less moral depending on who looks at it.

Usually you would take a more defensive position with a long-range sniper, but today you needed to blend in with the girls in a brothel, so you had to bring out another part of your arsenal, fancy clothes and accessories to your liking to look like someone rich.

It was not difficult to infiltrate as one of the workers, since they did not have a uniform as such, you located the round table of the men you had to protect, observing from afar how they interacted with the different girls who approached like bees to honey, wishing try something from them. You stood next to a guy at another table, following his dirty talk in a careless way while your attention was focused on another girl, you saw how her dress became baggier in certain areas of her body, areas that you recognized well to hide a weapon small caliber, luckily she excused herself to go to the bathroom, immediately forgetting your companion to follow her.

You waited in the restrooms, pretending to touch up your lipstick, you looked sideways when she came out of one of the bathrooms, noticing how the dress adjusted, revealing a knife attached to her thigh, you both exchanged glances, a small silence of tension and out of nowhere the two of you were fighting knife against knife.

"I knew that some whore was going to try to take my job today, those men are mine, I'll be the one to kill them."

She cut you on the cheek and you immediately kicked her, her defensive posture wavered for a few moments but she recovered, the fight reached the second floor where there was no one, since there only had furniture or old things from decor.

"You're wrong, they are not my targets."

You cut her forearm causing her to move back, anticipating her movements you hid behind a sofa, she now pointed her pistol towards your position without being able to hit you, you threw your knife as a distraction to be able to aim with your guns, but the girl reacted quickly at the stimulus, you groaned internally as a bullet grazed your arm but you began to move quickly between the different pieces of furniture.

It was like that for a while, playing tense cat and mouse, you managed to hurt her enough to make her movements much slower, but you needed to make your dominance clear, you took cover behind a pile of stacked boxes, your eyes caught a small crack in the floor, you looked up seeing some old wooden beams, that was it.

You forced the girl out of her hiding place, continuing the fight physically, again wielding bladed weapons, you lured her to the center of the room, managing to kick her to drop her weapons, before she could draw another one, you shot into the rafters and everything fell on top of both of you, the floor collapsed, consequently falling to the first floor, right in front of the table where Bonten observed how two female figures were on top of all that rubble.

The chaos had made the vast majority of people flee, they took their hands to their guns in case something unforeseen happened, however they watched in silence the interaction.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I give up, I'll quit the job, but don't kill me! I just needed the money to get my family up, please! Please…!"

Your finger brushed the trigger of your pistol that was pointed directly at her forehead, you looked at her in silence for a few seconds before slowly lowering the gun, her eyes began to water, and immediately she pushed you to run.

"My mission wasn't to kill you anyway… oh shit!" you brushed off the rubble and dust, looking around as a couple of waitresses looked at you horrified, your breathing calmed once you saw the Bonten executives safe and sound, you didn't think very well that destroying the ceiling could have crushed them, but luckily nothing fell on their table "Ok, job done… sorry for the mess."

As if you had known them all your life, you apologized for a little nonsense, and you were going to leave immediately because you needed a rest and your money, but apparently someone did not have the same thoughts.

"Who the hell are you?"

Sanzu gripped your wrist tightly, glancing at the pistols that were now visible because your clothing had been torn in places, a small smile tugging at his lips at seeing your unfazed gaze.

"It's none of your business."

You tugged at his grip to break free of it, but he tightened it causing a wince on your face, the others slowly approached to your side, Mikey watching silently as your wince turned into one of impatience and disgust.

"It is our business, you have destroyed our brothel."

"And you intend to leave like that as if nothing had happened? It's disrespectful lady."

The Haitani brothers stepped forward, Ran pointing out all the damage from the collapse while Rin crossed his arms, inspecting your face and every detail of it.

"I'm not a lady..." they all began to look at each other, giving you glances from time to time, observing your body and arguing in silence "or am I?"

You raised your leg hitting Sanzu's abdomen, he stepped back as did you, although Kakucho blocked your next attack he couldn't catch you again because he had to dodge one of your hidden blades.

"Catch her!"

"I'm sorry! I have places to be, I hope we don't meet again, maybe it means bad news."

You sprayed them with a shit-eating smile when you saw how they rubbed their eyes trying to hold back the tears from the burning, when they wanted to realize you were already a long way from there, looking for the place where they had hidden the money for the completed order.

"Have you seen her movements, damn, I think I've-"

"Cut it Sanzu, we don't want to know about your sexual fantasies."

"Always so boring Kokonoi."

"Who was her anyway?"

Mochizuki, finished wiping his eyes once they stopped watering, Takeomi answered even though his eyes kept looking at the exit through which you fled.

"She was a contract killer, apparently a good one."

"I want her."

"Huh?"

They all looked at his leader, his gaze of emptiness had a slight glimmer of desire, as if he were a child who had found a better toy than he already had, a new toy to play with and smash. You were good at your job, weren't you? He needed to get rid of a few useless ones, and he wanted you to be the one to do that job.

You unintentionally triggered an obsession in the leader of one of the worst mafias in Tokyo, no matter how slippery you are, no matter how many times you change your identity, nothing matters because now you are something he wants and Mikey always gets what he wants. His obsession with you at first was something that happened as a 'boss whim', however, the more difficult the search for you became, the others also began to become obsessed for no reason.

A long game of cat and mouse awaits you, because now these guys need to know more about you, they need to see you, they need to have you, even though they barely shared a measly moment with you, it was enough to obsess over an image of you that they held within their minds. Do you think you can escape? don't be silly.

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tatisources · 1 year

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- 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

❝ Being your friend should come with a warning label. ❞

❝ It’s amateurs like you who give kidnapping a bad game. ❞

❝ Are you mansplaining my power? ❞

❝ Emotion isn’t exactly your strong suit. ❞

❝ I don’t believe in heaven or hell, but I do believe in revenge. ❞

❝ Those who forget history are doomed to repeat it. ❞

❝ There’s nothing quite like the feeling of being proven right. ❞

❝ Because trust and cooperation have always been the hallmarks of our relationship. ❞

❝ Anytime I grow nauseous at the sight of a rainbow or hear a pop song that makes my ears bleed, I’ll think of you. ❞

❝ I’ve learned so much from you. Part of it is admittedly criminal behavior. ❞

❝ Not hugging is kind of our thing. ❞

❝ When the dance floor calls, you gotta answer. ❞

❝ Typically I have great admiration for well-executed revenge plots, but yours was a bit extreme, even for my high standards. ❞

❝ Except I won’t cry and whine like a child. ❞

❝ I can’t believe you were in a secret society and didn’t tell me. ❞

❝ You brought a gun to a sword fight. Probably the first smart decision you’ve made today. ❞

❝ Emotion equals weakness. ❞

❝ I find social media to be a soul sucking void of meaningless affirmation. ❞

❝ These are all traits of great writers. And serial killers. ❞

❝ Sometimes I act like I don’t care if people like me. Deep down, I secretly enjoy it. ❞

❝ I like to win. Is that so wrong? ❞

❝ For the record, I don't believe that I'm better than everyone else, just that I'm better than you. ❞

❝ Use the words 'little' and 'girl' to address me again and I can't guarantee your safety. ❞

❝ If he breaks your heart, I'll nail gun his. ❞

❝ You guys are making me nauseous. Not in a good way. ❞

❝ When I look at you, the following emojis come to mind: rope, shovel, hole. ❞

❝ You know the old saying, never bring a knife to a sword fight. Unless it’s concealed. ❞

❝ Secrets are like zombies, they never truly die. ❞

❝ Tears don’t fix anything. So I vowed to never do it again. ❞

❝ Please, flattery will get you nowhere. ❞

❝ I’m not friend material, let alone more-than-friend material. I will ignore you, stomp on your heart, and always put my needs and interests first. ❞

❝ Every day is all about me. This one just comes with cake and a bad song. ❞

❝ Emotions are a gateway trait. They lead to feelings, which trigger tears. I don’t do tears.❞

❝ It’s either they write our story or we do. You can’t have it both ways. ❞

❝ I don’t need your help or your pity. I already have a mother and a therapist. That’s enough torture, even for me. ❞

❝ I don’t bury hatchets. I sharpen them. ❞

❝ Friends are a liability and can be exploited. That makes them weaknesses. ❞

#rp meme #rp memes #sentence starters #rph #indie help #indie rph #rp prompts #roleplay meme #*rp meme

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not-goldy · 7 days

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What do you think about this? Almost 1000 Armys did not know the most touching and important moment that Jimin shared with us. If they were Jimin Solos, would the voting result be like this? I don't sympathize with them, but I think their presence is very important in Jimin's career, especially at this stage . and all the members should have their strong solo Fandom To carry their solo career .

Sigh

Not gonna lie at this phase in my life I hate PJMs. all of them won't leave a single one of them out.

I'd shoot to kill if heard them wrestling in the dark.

And I think at this stage in Jimin's life he doesn't need the toxicity and the constant in house fighting and if that's all they can bring to the table then Jimin is better off without them.

Also, Jimin's actual fans show up when the need arise. They are not either Army or Solos. No. A lot of the support he gets comes from those silent stans with dormant social media accounts who barely say anything on the internet or partake in these polls- but let Jimin put out any content or show up anywhere. I call them the deep pocket Jims DPJ. deep Park Jimins if you will. They show up with the big guns to his knife fights sell him out spend so much on him like damn go off.

Those fans I like. Hell I will kiss their ass and polish their shoe part their ass while they fart 🤣

I don't know whether he needs those toxics.

He does have plans and goals however and I don't care if I sound crazy for saying this, but Jungkook is at the heart of those plans.

Everything he's done from day one to this day is to try to merge his fans and his. And if they not catching his drift they never will. Off with their heads.

So yea, if he has independent plans that is not intertwined with his band or Jungkook then sure he needs to cultivate a solo fanbase. A purely solo fanbase. Which is not possible. Those solos would always have other celebs they stan besides Jimin even if those idols aren't necessarily or remotely connected to Jimin.

But I hate solos for now. A. They are not really solos they just assholes 🙄

Pjms and JKks are like two toxic annoying intolerable distant cousins you want to shove to the ground each time you see them.

Just for no reason, stuff their face with dirt and feed them to the coyotes.

On that particular Jimin moment- it traumatized me and affected my mental health so bad I had to work through it with my therapists.

People have no idea how mentally impactful his words are.

I bought into this narrative that he struggled the most and was at his worst ever when he was running around bench pressing and carrying weights to look hypermasculine.

Everyone knows this, I had a mental breakdown on the internet when a few years ago he started working out again. To me it felt as if he was experiencing all that he'd experienced in the past all over again. When I tell you it wasn't a fun moment for me.

It's the only moment in my life I thought of unstanning Jimin. It felt like a betrayal to others but I needed to detach from his trauma so bad.

It took therapy for me to understand how enmeshed i was and how much I had overly empathized with him to the point I was taking on his pain and struggles and trauma without knowing.

It's also the period I learned how dangerous parasocial relationships are.

I get that sharing this vulnerable moments with us helps them bond with us and that's what they think when they share these things but some of us are more susceptible than others and it's reckless of them to dump such heavy stuff on us traumatize us with it and then turn around and indulge in those triggering activities for the sports of it without warning ⚠️

So yea, that moment is burned in my memory.

How can I forget.

And I don't know if you've been following the discussions on my page lately.

But these reckless parasocial attachments some of these idols inadvertently foster is to me as problematic and perhaps even more so than an Idol broadcasting a live naked or calling his stans his girlfriends.

Like I said, there are certain uncomfortable conversations these solos aren't prepared to have about their faves. It's easier to point a hand at someone you don't like and say this shit you do is questionable. What's most challenging is looking inside and putting yourself or someone you love on the same scale.

And of course some of us are more comfortable with doing that because we like to turn everything into an intellectual discourse but for the annoying immature stans you can't reason with them beyond their feelings.

I hear you Anon. But today is not the day I defend any solo.

I can stan Jimin all on my own with Jungkook behind me🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃

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insideliascrazyhead · 4 months

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White Rascal Headcanons

Rocky

-not just protective but crazily possessive

-can´t cook and normally lives off takeout

-reads those old,lonely woman,romatic novels

-has all the laundry hacks to keep all that sutff white,tells nobody

„Do it for the woman!“,Rocky,Honey, I thought they´re gonna jump over that railing and choke you out

-dissects his oreo cookies before eating them,cookie,then the cream and then the other remaining cookie

-sings loudly and horrible under the shower

-knows how to dance tango and salsa

-makes phenominal cocktails but forgets that not everyone handles liquor as good as he does so they´re damn strong

-never bleaches his own hair in fear it falls out.being bold is one of his greatest fears

-always act in the heat of the moment

-every hole that get´s punched into the wall in Club Heaven by an angry man get´s framed and titles „Fragile Masculinity“

-after kicking out Aizawa,Bito,Enari and Shimura he did kinda miss them in the end especially after Kizzy told him,they went to get the Rude Boys to help them fight (also Tetsu Instagram stalks them)

Koo

-sarcastic king

-brings out the craziest stories

-biggest crush on our dear Rocky

-as Aizawa,Bito,Enari and Shimura always wear eyeliner he calls them the panda crew

-is a great cook

-likes to do crosswords but instead of the right answers he takes insults

-loves to read crimis and thriller,always knows who the killer is, that creeps the shit out of Kizzy

-does nailart and skincare

-can speak 4 langueges

-curses like a sailor and knows how to curse in 7

-loves to travel

-don´t speak to him before his 2nd cup of coffee or death to everyone and then himself

Kizzy

-bites until your bloody

-stabs as a warning

-has a taxedermy squirrel called Nibbles

-is acttually friends with Aizawa,Bito,Enari and Shimura

-finds their crazyness entertaining as fuck and has a betting pool running with Kaito and Koo on everything

-not jealous at all,just possessive

-has a lot of those romantic nicknames for Kaito in private

-hopelessly romantic

-will absolutly throat punch someone just because she feels like it

-loves horror movies and normally laughs during them

-in her emo phase

Kaito

-stress baker

-will bring Kizzy little trinkets that remind him of her and she collects them

-cool as a cucumber on the outside but a squirrel in traffic on the inside

-had a stressball once to deal with that and ended up stabbing it

-hates horror movies but watches them for Kizzy,so that he isn´t uncomfortable Kizzy just starts shit talking the killers until he laughs

-total sweetheart

-has a cat called cupcake

-loves parfumes

-Aizawa,Bito,Enari and Shimura are Housen´s former Four Heavenly Kings and how Odajima teached Monji in X cross,those four did it with Odajima,Shidaken, Jinkawa and Sawamura,they regulary check up on Housen

Aizawa

-heavily codepentedt on each other,live together too.It´s chaos.

-when Kizzy once visited and saw all that she turned to Kaito and said in a sad tone,I think kicking them out was a mistake,they´re gonna acidentally kill themselfes.

-a feral murder gremlin on the run

-nearly got killed by Rocky once for saying I don´t like woman. Rocky overheard it and kept hitting him with his cane,angrily calling him a misogynist,Aizawa took the cane and hit back telling him he´s not a misogynist.He´s gay and called Rocky an old bitter man.Guess who cleaned the bathrooms from then on in Club Heaven

-killing is his first solution whenever there´s an issue

-their punk band got famous,not teenage girls scream their lungs bloody and faint famous,but sex,drugs and rock n roll famous

-pyromaniac,loves explosives

-has at least 3 different kinda weapons on him at all times,sleeps with a knife under his pillow

-sleeps with tv on and a horror movie running

-loves to shoot the others with a nerf gun,got boring now it´s a paintball gun instead

-memory of a goldfish

-they´re all so sick off the color white that their flat looks like a rainbow vomited.Kinda like a secondhand shop for weird shit.A leg lamp,a random mannequin torso with clows mask over it,Bito´s pink baseball bat,leopard rug,a chair that looks like a colorful hand etc.

Bito

-dramatic as fuck (when wrecking Itokan this is the man searching fucking backround music),probably could give Jamuo a run for money

-they´re all crazy and put Yasu-Kiyo to shame

-i once dreamt he´s Shidaken´s older brother.Now they´re related

-also got Shidaken´s kink for crazy people

-sleeps with a pink baseball bat next to his bed and it´s called his toothfairy

-creative.He paints,normally while blasting punk loud enough to make ears bleed

-bought a tattoo gun now those dumbasses tattoo each other

-invented beerflakes: Fruitloops and beer,normally topped with candy

-he and Shimura got a sugar mommy each after getting kicked out to earn some cash

-the four of them once got arrested for prostitution during their White Rascal times,funnily enough they didn´t do it

-bisexual and polyamorous

Enari

-accidental pyromaniac,accidental fire everywhere,for example while cooking.

-A literal kitchen hazard

-can sleep literally anywhere,this man slept on a speaker at Club Heaven while it blasted music once

-the most chaotic one

-shower toughts only,no sense just vibes

-get´s up early every morning and not even any coffee like a animal

-loves to prank and humiliate his friends

-constantly snacking,always hungry

-always mismatched socks

-loves anime

-all four of them use those 4 in 1 showergel,shampoo and motoroil thingys,even dishsoap when they´re out of the first one

Shimura

-would twerk to orchestra music

-probably sniffs paint

-no regard of personal safety in daily life;raw cookie dough?fuck yeah!Red light?So what?What else?Wait till it´s green?

-funnily enough academically the smartest

-loves to read philosophical shit and drama

-faints at the sight of needles

-thinks hotsauce won´t freeze cause it´s hot

-can drink like a fucking tank

-can poledance,the dancers at Club Heaven showed him and Bito how

-is into hot rich milfs so the sugar mommy thing was right up his alley

-King of what we call in the country I´m from,the „Brother,trust me“mix.That´s a random mixxed cocktail,that normally contains at least 90 % of the glass filled with different kinda hard liquor and normally your friends don´t really hesitate to drink that,so everyone get´s the nastiest hangover

#high and low #white rascals #rocky #kizzy #kaito #koo #aizawa #bito #enari #shimura #high and low headcanons

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mlmxreader · 5 months

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The Devil of Haddonfield | Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin x m!reader

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↳ ❝ I am the shadow where there once was light (murdered!horangi x vengeant!m!reader) - @satan-incarnate-666 ❞

: ̗̀➛ When you're forced to watch the man you love die in front of your very eyes, there's only one way that you can really deal with the grief.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, major character death, blood/death, gore, graphic depictions of murder, mutilation, gun violence

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The thirty-first of October, you and Horangi were sent to a small village in some rural area where fuck knew what would happen, to go against some fucking stupid group who decided that they were worth more than the entirety of Kortac put together; the cunts put up an awfully good fight, but it wasn’t until you were both cornered in a desolate house’s kitchen, that you would forever hate the day.

It was some English prick, he had Horangi pinned against the counter while two of the others pinned you down and kept you secure and prevented you from getting free; they made you watch as the first bastard stabbed Horangi over and over and over with a kitchen knife.

You would never forget the sight of the blood on the floor, so thick and so dark that it almost looked black; you would never forget the sounds of him struggling to get his last words out, choking and close to vomiting.

You would never forget when they left you both there to die, laughing as they walked away; his blood on your hands when you tried to revive him, begging and pleading with tears in your eyes for him to come back.

Telling him over and over that he had to come back, he was going to take you to see his parents next month like he always did. You were going to announce that you were getting married at last, knowing how much his mother and father had begged him to propose.

You would never forget the name of that village, and nor would you ever forget the name of those awful fucking bastards who had taken everything from you.

Haddonfield.

Fifteen months later, after being forced to see a psychiatrist by König, you returned to that very house; Horangi was standing by the kitchen counter, arms folded across his chest and his ankles crossed.

He looked just as beautiful as the day you had lost him; his deep brown eyes were covered in a dull white sheen, and you could see the stab wounds leaking through his shirt as he cleared his throat and pointed over to the kitchen knife.

Dull and rusted, it was still painted so delicately with his blood, and when you looked over at it, he cleared his throat and tried to speak. It was a mangled and choking mess, each syllable causing blood to spew from his lips; but you could at least make out a few of the words.

“You need to get revenge,” he had struggled to stay. “Otherwise I can’t move beyond this kitchen.”

“How do I know you’re real?” You asked softly, approaching him and making a move to hold his hand.

It was cold, almost as if it were hollow wood, and damp from the blood; but you knew the feeling of skin on yours, so you sighed, shaking your head.

“Don’t apologise,” Horangi coughed out, shaking his head at you before gently gripping your chin with his forefinger and thumb, forcing you to look at him. “You couldn’t save me.”

Your vision began to blur, something wet and warm on your face as you stared at him. “I love you so much, Hong-jin, you know that, don’t you?”

He cracked a smile, his teeth orange from the stains as he nodded. “I’ll always haunt you.”

“Really?”

“Always,” he croaked out, daring to press his forehead to the side of your neck. Blood spilling onto your shoulder, and although you could feel the cold and wet presence, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“I’ll make this right,” you told him softly, rubbing his back gently. “I promise. I will get those fucking cunts for what they did to you.”

“That’s-” a violent cough, wet and spluttering. “That’s my boy.”

You let go of him, grabbing the knife and stuffing it into the pocket of your dark blue coveralls; it was Horangi’s idea to do it, but you found an old mask hidden in the cupboard.

White all over, and almost a rubbery texture. It smelled of old damp and long gone cleaning products, almost sickly, but you knew that if you were going to do it, you had to make sure that you were wearing a mask. At least then, you wouldn’t get any blood on your face.

But every step of the way, Horangi followed; when you arrived at König’s home, he was there. He opened the door for you, and directed you on where to go to find the man in charge.

So tall, his feet hung off of the edge of his bed, his bare chest rising and falling. With a whisper, Horangi pointed at his throat.

“Make it quick,” he instructed.

You spared a single look at him, then shook your head; you straddled the giant’s lap, careful not to wake him and thankful that he was a heavy sleeper, before you pressed the tip of the knife against the inside of his ear.

You took a deep breath, and forced it in before retracting it; panicked, he woke, and tried to fight you off, but you easily steadied your grip on the knife, and jammed it between his eyes before pulling it left and tracing the shape of his face all the way around.

With a soft grunt, you pulled off the skin, leaving most of his face red and raw; muscle throbbing. He kept trying to fight, until you smashed the knife into his scalp, and pressed down until you felt the pillow beneath his head; blood smeared everywhere, splattering and spluttering and spilling.

But you couldn’t bring it in yourself to care, taking chunks of flesh from his skull until he stopped moving and stopped breathing and struggling so much. You turned to Horangi, raising your brows slightly.

He nodded slowly. “That’s one.”

You rummaged through his work files in his office until you found them; Task Force One Four One and their partner. You clenched your jaw, laying the file out as you glared at it; with bloodied fingertips, you took note of every name, and every address.

Simon Riley. John Mactavish. John Price. Kyle Garrick. Kate Laswell.

“Which one?” You hissed out.

Horangi stood beside you, his hand heavy on your shoulder as he pointed to one picture. “Him.”

You nodded, scowling as you stuffed the pictures into your pocket. “Fucking cunts.”

“Hey,” he cleared his throat, blood splattering onto your mask. “I’m with you, alright?”

You put your hand on his, flashing him a quick and small smile. “I know, I know.”

You went back to the bedroom, picking up the discarded slap of facial flesh, and huffed before carelessly tossing it out of the window. The wet slap against the pavement was loud, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care; he had sent you and Horangi there, he had caused Horangi’s demise.

He was the first one on the list for a reason.

Garrick was next.

You knew that he wasn’t there at the time, you could only recognise him as the sniper on the far roof that you had passed; he wasn’t there.

He didn’t aid in Horangi’s death; so you were gentle when you snuck up behind him and wrapped the phone cord around his neck, keeping his back close to your chest as you whispered in his ear.

“You’re not the one I want,” you told him. “This is just to make sure.”

“And what about him?” Garrick choked out, pointing at Horangi.

“This is for him,” you murmured, waiting until he relaxed to let him go. You looked at Horangi again, raising your brows slightly. “Good?”

Horangi nodded. “Should be - strangulation isn’t as quick, but I’ll know soon.”

You nodded curtly, clearing your throat as you pulled out one of the pictures from your pocket. “This one next… the captain… one of the cunts that held me down.”

Horangi hummed, standing next to you and smiling for a second. “He’s just your type.”

You glared at him, scoffing. “Hey, you’re lucky, pretty boy.”

“How’d you figure?”

“I also like ‘em when they’re drop dead gorgeous.”

Rolling his eyes, he groaned softly, trying not to smile.

With each kill, each step closer to revenge, he was slowly starting to feel himself fade away; his hands were getting more and more transparent, and although he was trying to hide it, it was getting more difficult for him to feel you against him.

He knew all too well that his time would run out when you got your revenge for him. He knew all too well that his time with you was running short, even if he had promised that he would always haunt you. He hoped that the afterlife would be kind enough to let him stay at your side, even if there would come a time when only you would be able to see him.

Even still, he helped you to clean your mask before you went into the Captain's home; his touch was just as soft and tender as ever, deft fingers against the coarse rubber.

Horangi hoped that you did not think any less of him, he hoped that you would not scorn his name once you had achieved your goal. Still, as cold as his lips were, he pulled up your mask, and leaned in so that he could gently press his lips to yours, holding the back of your neck like he always used to.

“I promise,” you whispered. “I will not rest until they've all paid for what they did to you.”

Horangi frowned, nodding slowly as his icy fingertip gently traced your bottom lip. “I know, my beloved.”

“Just four more,” you murmured. “Just four more, then we're done.”

“Of course,” he agreed. “Just Price, Soap, Ghost and Laswell.”

“Price next,” you told him with a curt nod. “But… stay here. Please?”

“Sarajevo?” He whispered.

But you shook your head, clenching your jaw. “Appel Quay… this one… it's for me.”

Horangi swallowed thickly, but sat himself down on the grass nearby as he dared to crack a broken smile. “If you need me there, just say my name three times in the mirror.”

You nodded, bending down to kiss his forehead softly; you felt like you were going to fall through him, but steadied yourself and smoothed out your clothes before heading to the house.

The stupid cunt left his back door unlocked, and when you saw the dog sleeping on the kitchen floor, you knew why. You didn't want to hurt it. But you had to get to Price.

So you sighed, and opened the door; the dog ran out, giving you time to slip inside and close the door behind you. You locked it before creeping up the stairs, ensuring that your mask would not fall off.

He slept soundly in his bed, mouth open and drool seeping onto his pillow. You took a look around, and then gently closed the bedroom door before turning on the light, folding your arms across your chest.

“Wakey wakey, Pricey wicey,” you sang softly.

Stirring, Price groaned and grumbled before he slowly started to rise. He immediately grabbed the gun from under his pillow, aiming it at you.

“Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you,” you tutted, shaking your head.

Price narrowed his eyes, chewing at his lip. “What the fuck are you doing here?! Who are you?!”

You shrugged, leaning against the door. “I am the shadow where there once was light… I am the cruel hand of the night… I am your reckoning.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?!”

Slowly, you took a few steps forward. “Fifteen months ago. You held me down as your men stabbed my husband to death. His name was Hong-jin. Kim Hong-jin. He was the best man in the world, a dogshit gambler but the best man I've ever known. He loved me. I loved him… you and your man, Soap, held me down. You made me watch as that big cunt stabbed him! You made me fucking watch! You forced me to fucking watch as my family died!”

Price sat there, stone faced and cold, still keeping his gun aimed on you. If he felt anything, he wasn't showing it. “I followed orders.”

“Bullshit!” You screamed, pulling out your knife and brandishing it so eagerly. “Fucking bullshit! You fucking laughed! His name was fucking Hong-jin! He had a husband! He was loved! You sadistic cunts laughed when he died!”

He clenched his jaw. “I followed orders.”

“Oh, fuck off!” You pointed the knife at him. “You never gave a shit about orders! His fucking name was Hong-jin, and you will fucking remember it! He was human! Flesh and blood!”

Price didn't feel like wasting time. He cocked the hammer, and pulled the trigger.

You stumbled back, looking at the hole in your shoulder, then scoffed as you looked at him, shaking your head; Price shot again, but you kept going, raising the knife up before bringing it down against the side of his neck with as much force as you could muster.

Fear in his wide eyes, he choked out a mangled prayer, staring up at you as you brought the knife down again and again and again until his head rolled onto the floor. But you didn't stop, grabbing the discarded head and squeezing it as tightly as you could until you heard the bones crack loudly.

You grabbed the back of it, and in a sharp fog of rage, you brought his face to the wall; teeth shattered and fell to the ground, his nose became mangled and nearly falling off.

But you didn't stop, you couldn't - until you felt a hand against your shoulder, and a soft whisper break through your screams.

“It's alright. He's dead.”

You dropped the head, turning to Horangi with wide and wet eyes before crashing into him; he was so cold, yet he didn't feel entirely solid like he used to. Like he was fading away slowly. You sniffled, your face buried against his almost transparent neck.

“He laughed!” You howled. “He laughed when you died!”

“I know,” Horangi said softly, going to touch you but sighing when his fingertips gently stuck through your coveralls. “It's alright.”

You sighed. “I'm so sorry I didn't save you…”

Horangi couldn't even bring himself to speak, a sharp sting in his throat made him able to only choke on his words as he sniffled and nodded slowly.

He could feel himself fade a little more when you broke away, wiping the tears from your eyes before clearing your throat and nodding to yourself.

“Soap next.”

“Alright.”

Horangi didn't leave your side, even when you told him to wait outside while you dealt with Soap, he didn't obey; he stuck close, hiding behind the corner slightly while you pinned Soap to the floor and screamed in his face.

The man was terrified. Looking to Horangi for mercy but knowing that he would never get any; his nose was bloodied, his lips torn off and discarded nearby.

Horangi only watched, there for you and only you.

You dug your fingers into his cheeks, grabbing the flesh as hard as you could before you tugged it clean away; Soap cried out, trying to defend himself and push you away, but it was of no use.

You grabbed the knife, and stuck it into his gums, pulling it down so that the flesh and his teeth tore away; he started to choke when one became lodged in his throat. His face went pale as he looked at Horangi yet again.

But he would never help. After everything that the 141 had done to him and to you, Horangi could never bring himself to be sympathetic to them. They were malicious murderers, little else.

They had ruined yours and Horangi's chances of being a family, of being together.

You sunk the knife into Soap's neck, slowly dragging it down and breaking bone and muscle without care until you reached the waistband of his trousers; you sunk the knife in further, tracing his stomach before tossing the knife aside and sticking your hands in.

Blood and organs squelched as you keenly tossed them out, letting them hit the floor with wet slaps each time as you worked your way up. When you got to his heart, you grinned, and stuffed it into his mouth.

“Guess you weren't heartless after all.”

Two left. Horangi could feel himself being pulled away from you, knowing that time was almost up.

He knew that his time was slowly running out, that soon enough, he would leave you for good and would have to suffer the consequences of wandering the afterlife without you; without the one man that he couldn’t have lived without.

It brought a sharp sting to his chest, and he nearly doubled over every time he thought about it; yet he had to remain strong for you - there were only two left. Just two to go, that was all. Only two.

Ghost. Simon Riley. He had just gotten out of visiting Gaz in the hospital, who by some miracle, had survived been strangled with a phone cord. It had been by sheer dumb luck that Gaz had been found by his next door neighbour, and that they had dialled 999 in time.

He was stable, although the doctors made it all too clear that he would be in no shape to go anywhere for at least six weeks. He had to recover, his larynx was all but destroyed.

Ghost felt good about the chances, though, glad that Gaz had survived more than anything.

Yet, when he got to the car park, something didn't feel right. He frowned as he looked around, examining the car park with expertise; he had visited Gaz every day since the attack, he had apologised so many times to Gaz’s mother and father that he felt like his voice would run out if he did it even one more time.

He had never felt like that in the car park before, watching the ambulance men standing at the exit smoking cigarettes and chatting for a moment, wondering if they had stolen a look at him and had judged the scars that littered his face; he shrugged it off, shaking his head as he made his way to his car.

A hand laid on his shoulder as he went to grab the door, and instinctively, he turned around and forced his elbow into whoever was behind him; yet nothing moved. He wondered if he had imagined it, he hadn’t exactly slept well since Gaz was attacked.

But when he turned around, and looked into those eyes, he clenched his jaw.

There was a darkness within them, concealed by the white rubber mask, and Ghost knew that he was staring into the eyes of evil itself; he didn’t waste time, trying to grab your arm but grunting when you twisted his and smashed it against the car door - a loud crack, Ghost took a split second to look at how his bone protrude through his skin, orange and sticky.

He took a swing with his other arm, but you grabbed his fist, and forced it through the car window with ease; glass pushed beneath his fingernails, and made him growl under his breath as he seethed.

He tried to kick, but you were too quick for him, and pinned him to the ground; Ghost struggled, putting up his hands and trying not to show any sign of weakness when the knife easily pushed through his flesh and forced bits of glass to slice into his face.

Opening up old scars. You pressed the knife to his throat, and leaned over.

“You.”

“Who the fuck are you?!” Ghost hissed out, trying to squirm free.

“You took everything from me,” you growled, slowly removing the mask and tossing it aside. Ghost’s eyes went wide as he swallowed thickly. “You remember me? Do you remember how you and your teammates made me watch as you fucking murdered my husband?!”

Ghost nodded slowly. “Yes.”

“You took everything from me,” you could feel your eyes become wet, your vision going slightly blurry. “You took the man I loved from me… there is nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding of life or death. Good or evil. Right or wrong…”

Ghost looked into your eyes, and clenched his jaw when he realised; within your eyes, within the irises and the colour of them, were the darkest eyes he had ever seen, concealed like the worst secret in the world. The Devil’s eyes. There was no point in trying to reach you, in trying to reason with you; living behind your eyes was purely and simply… evil.

“You’re the Devil.”

You shrugged, glaring at him. “I went back to Haddonfield… because of you. Because you fucking took everything from me - and you weren’t ready for me. But it’s your funeral, Lieutenant Riley.”

Ghost looked around, hoping to find some way of getting out from underneath you, but when he spotted Horangi, his mouth fell open, and he shook his head. “He’s not even fucking dead!”

You shook your head, having hear enough; you brought the knife up, and shoved it through his eye; you pulled it back, wiping it on his shoulder as he yowled, and then stuffed it into his chest over and over and over until you could feel the concrete beneath him, until you could feel a hand on your shoulder.

“It’s done,” Horangi told you softly. “Come on.”

“But he killed you,” you whimpered, your bottom lip trembling. “I have to make sure he doesn’t fucking come back!”

“He won’t,” he reassured with a short shake of his head. “I can feel it, he won’t.”

You were reluctant, but you still allowed Horangi to direct you to Laswell’s house; she was home alone, her wife was out on business, and you managed to sneak up on her while she was smoking a cigarette on the patio.

You slit her throat, and gently sat her down on the patio chair before leaving again.

She didn’t need to be tormented, she didn’t need to be reminded of what the one four one had done and the cruel and despicable ways of which they had treated Horangi; you made sure that it was quick.

Even still, when you went back to Haddonfield, you held onto Horangi’s hand tightly, sobbing as you watched him slowly fade before your eyes.

“Do you have to go?”

He nodded, swallowing thickly. “I’ll come back - I’m always gonna haunt you, I promise.”

“But-”

“You’ll be alright,” he told you reassuringly, even though his throat stung and he felt as if he was going to be sick. “I won’t be gone for very long.”

“Wait,” you pleaded, tugging at his hand even though you could hardly feel it in your own anymore. “Please. Just one more day… please…”

“I wish we could have one more day,” he said gently, going to pull you into a hug and trying to act as if it didn’t physically hurt when his arm simply fell through you. “I would give anything to have just one more day.”

“Then don’t go!” You whined, shaking your head as snot covered your nostrils and tears streamed down your face, both dripping onto the floor between your feet. “Please!”

“You did everything right,” Horangi smiled as he bit down on his bottom lip to prevent it from quivering. “I love you, and I always will. I won’t be gone for very long. I promise. I will be back for you.”

“I love you,” you sobbed. “I really do, Hong-jin, I fucking love you and I’m… I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.”

He shook his head, and although he knew that you couldn’t feel it and that his hands were slowly losing their strength, he tried to give your hand a quick squeeze. “You did save me.”

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miammey · 2 months

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Okay, hi, my name is Austin and it feels like no one will listen to me when I talk about the Hunting Dog’s fighting styles.

Like, idk what’s about it but just hear me out.

When it comes to Jouno, he’s usually drawn — in my opinion with a sleeper build. Like, not a lot of muscle in my opinion.

So, in that case, I feel like he uses his sword a lot but when it comes to hand to hand combat? I feel like he’s more of a Black Widow type of fighter. Like full body attacks, I feel like during sparring he’s locked Tecchou in a thigh chokehold before while punching his head.

Yes I know technically he probably has a lot of muscle from the enhancement surgeries, but also because’s he’s blind, I feel like he rely on agility and mobility rather than brute strength like Tecchou. Like add some class to it.

Like full body, all the way. Especially that spin move Natasha does?

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8q18Lhu/

Like that, he’s done it so many times before. I feel like he also uses his legs a lot, like he’s a bad habit kicker and he honed it to perfection. Like making a bad habit a good weapon.

Now, we all know Tecchou uses his sword a lot. It’s basic instinct since it’s his ability at this point. But when it comes to hand to hand combat? He’s a kick boxer. Like for real throwing hands with a little of Kuina Hikari from Alice in Borderland’s fighting style in the mix. Like, look it up on Youtube and you’ll know what I’m talking about.

Teruko.

Ah, Teruko.

She doesn’t have a fighting style.

Let me rephrase that, she has multiple and she can’t pick one or choose. Her fighting style is whatever will take down her opponent faster. Boxing, Tae Kwan Do, Agni Kai, Streetfighting, Black Widow — whatever will take down her opponent, she’s doing it.

Hell, she’ll fuck around and copy their fighting style for shits and giggles.

Now Tachihara is the prime example of “packing heat.”

He brings the gun to the sword fights. He brings the gun to the knife fights because nobody is bulletproof to him. It’s all fun and games, all abilities and whatnot and he’ll forget his ability and just start shooting.

Hand to Hand combat tho? He’s a street fighter. Like, street fighter. Hands up, jacket off, hopping in place and throwing hands and putting people in chokeholds. That’s it, that’s all.

Thank you for reading this through and I hope you have an awesome day!

Ooohh yes yes yes!!! I love hearing about fighting styles, keep talking about it all you want!!! These are awesome and make total sense!!! Idk what a lot of these character’s fighting styles look like, but I get the picture through your explanations

Jouno putting his whole body into it makes a lot of sense, yes he’s fairly muscular but body-type wise he feels like he’s be a bit leaner than characters like Tecchou or Teruko (adult form). I also think that he’d just have more fun in that sense

Tecchou throwing hands is something we need more of, even without his sword this guy’s a menace and I love that

Teruko not sticking to one specific style and going with whatever works in the moment fits her character so well, she’s definitely the type to think on her feet and keep her opponent on their toes

Tachihara being a streetfighter also fits super well, especially with the gangster-personality he has in the Mafia. I also imagine if he does run out of bullets he’d just start smacking people with his gun alongside his fists lol (that’s called pistol whipping, right??)

Anyway, thank you so much for sharing this, Austin!! If you have any more to share I’m absolutely down to listen!!

#asks

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reinathevocaloid · 4 months

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An Akeshu/Shuake Playlist!

After a million years, I have finally made a playlist for this ship! Let me know what y'all think.

Blame It On The Kids by AViVA

Say their names, we won't forget This is not your fight, not your fight You played games, but we can forgive Put down the knife, put down the knife

Break My Heart by Dua Lipa

Center of attention You know you can get whatever you want from me Whenever you want it, baby It's you in my reflection Now I'm afraid of all the things you could do to me

Do I Wanna Know? by Arctic Monkeys

(Do I wanna know?) If this feeling flows both ways? (Sad to see you go) Was sort of hoping that you'd stay (Baby, we both know) That the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow day

The Beach by The Neighborhood

If I told you that I loved you Tell me, what would you say? If I told you that I hated you Would you go away? Now I need your help with everything that I do I don't want to lie, I've been relying on you

Born to Die by Lana Del Rey

Feet don't fail me now Take me to the finish line Oh, my heart it breaks every step that I take But I'm hoping that the gates, they'll tell me that you're mine Walking through the city streets Is it by mistake or design? I feel so alone on the Friday nights Can you make it feel like home if I tell you you're mine?

Cells by The Servant

The sun goes up and the sun goes down I drag myself into the town All I do I want to do with you Everyday I'm at my desk At my desk, I'm like the rest All I do I want to do with you

Lower One's Eyes (English Cover) by Trickle

Cutting out this doubt, I see now Clear and free, let loose what's killing me Lower your eyes, my love and spite look quite alike

Far Too Young To Die by Panic At The Disco

Well, I never really thought that you'd come tonight While the crown hangs heavy on either side Give me one last kiss while we're far too young to die

Tomorrow by Daughter

By tomorrow I'll be left in the darkness Amongst your cold sheets And your shoes will be gone And your body warmth no longer beside me So don't bring tomorrow 'Cause I already know I'll lose you

Pigeon by Cavetown

Didn't give me time to say goodbye in the way that I wanted to So honey, close your eyes and stay like you're supposed to do Don't know how I'm gonna live without, but I'll stay strong for you

Walk Alone by PVRIS

Do we have bad blood? Do you feel the burn from my touch? Darling, I Always knew that we were doomed I stay cold, feel the weight of the world Now I always, always walk alone without you

Medisina by Zild

Your fragrance Which I’ve searched for all throughout the night I can’t measure The distance between too much and enough I need you Come here already Medisina

This Will Make You Love Again by IAMX

Early thursday mornings wipe away the flies The crossfire fight for action in-between your thighs Every touch is sacred when they leave the room If I have to switch the lights off, I wanna switch them off with you

Howl by Florence & The Machine

If you could only see the beast you've made of me I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground

Hit and Run by Lolo

I was brought up as a southern belle I grew into the queen of hell You were just a little stowaway That stabbed her way to save herself You always liked the taste of blood And I get off when I point the gun It's so good to have someone to be so bad with

Monster from Adventure Time: Distant Lands - Obsidian

I know we'll never grow old together 'Cause you'll never grow old to me You're the pink in my cheeks And I'm scared 'cause that means I'm a little bit soft

Love From The Other Side by Fall Out Boy

Sending my love from the other side of the apocalypse And I just about snapped Don't look back Every lover's got a little dagger in their hand

#akeshu #shuake #shut up anya #tbh almost all Fall Out Boy songs are akeshu coded ngl #my playlists

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sickficideas · 3 months

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Okay, hi, my name is Austin and it feels like no one will listen to me when I talk about the Hunting Dog’s fighting styles.

Like, idk what’s about it but just hear me out.

When it comes to Jouno, he’s usually drawn — in my opinion with a sleeper build. Like, not a lot of muscle in my opinion.

Like full body, all the way. Especially that spin move Natasha does?

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8q18Lhu/

Like that, he’s done it so many times before. I feel like he also uses his legs a lot, like he’s a bad habit kicker and he honed it to perfection. Like making a bad habit a good weapon.

Teruko.

Ah, Teruko.

She doesn’t have a fighting style.

Hell, she’ll fuck around and copy their fighting style for shits and giggles.

Now Tachihara is the prime example of “packing heat.”

Hand to Hand combat tho? He’s a street fighter. Like, street fighter. Hands up, jacket off, hopping in place and throwing hands and putting people in chokeholds. That’s it, that’s all.

Thank you for reading this through and I hope you have an awesome day!

hi Austin thank you for sending this this is very interesting!!! I don't usually think too hard about this sort of thing so it's cool to see what other people see or think about !!! These are all fantastic but I really like your view on Teruko especially I can totally see that ....and Tachihara the street fighter is soooo perfect

#jouno with tecchou in a thigh hold is incredible #also im sorry for the absence im overwhelmed lol #bsd headcanons #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #tecchou #jouno #teruko #tachihara #ask box #not illness related

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crystalninjaphoenix · 3 months

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After School Activities

Paranormal Preteens AU: Episode Twenty

A JSE Fanfic

I didn't almost forget to post this, what are you talking about? XD Anyway, it's time for the kids to have another monster fight! Been a while since they had one. The kids meet after school to fight the paperpillar. Afterwards, someone wants to talk to them. And yeah. It's a relatively short chapter (for me). But still fun. Enjoy!

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It was hard to get ready for school on Monday. Because after class that day, they would be having their first real monster fight in a while. They couldn’t exactly bring dangerous items to school. Not to mention, what could defeat a caterpillar made out of paper in the first place? In the end, Chase managed to sneak his Nerf gun in his backpack. Maybe it could be a distraction. Schneep didn’t take anything, but he did say they should remember to look in the gym storage closet after school.

Classes took forever. Chase was never really too good in school, only average at best, but today he didn’t even try to pay attention. He kept trying to listen for signs of the paperpillar. Sometimes, he could hear it rustling under the floor... or maybe that was just the trees outside.

But finally, it was over with. The gang had agreed to meet outside the auditorium entrance. Chase and Schneep arrived to see Jackie and Stacy already waiting there. “Hey guys,” Jackie said, smiling in greeting.

“D’you guys know where JJ and Marvin are?” Stacy asked. “They’re the last ones.”

Chase shrugged. “No, sorry. I think their classes are just kinda far from here.”

“Right.” She nodded, fidgeting with the jacket of her uniform.

“Are you nervous, Stacy?” Schneep asked. “It is okay to be. It can be kind of... It can make people nervous. But we will be fine, I think. It did not seem too dangerous.”

“Yeah, I guess. Those guys in the hospital were probably worse and we handled that.”

“Yeah!” Chase grinned. “We just gotta do it! If we just do it, things will turn out alright.”

“We just gotta fucking do it!” Marvin suddenly appeared out of nowhere, shouting that along. “Hello everyone! You fucking ready?!” Behind him, JJ clapped excitedly, hyping him up.

“Omigosh!” Stacy jumped. “You guys scared me!”

“Sorry. I’m just excited! I get to actually use magic!” Marvin smiled wide, flapping his arms with joy.

We have to wait for people to clear out, but I’m ready whenever! JJ said.

“Hey, uh, JJ, did you...” Jackie glanced around nervously, then leaned close to him and lowered his voice to a whisper. “You didn’t bring a knife to school, did you?”

I thought about it, but I don’t think it would be much help against the caterpillar, JJ said.

“And... any other reasons?”

JJ frowned. Well I don’t want to get in trouble.

“And you don’t want other kids to get hurt?”

No, of course not. But what does that have to do with this? I’m not planning on hurting other students.

Jackie sighed. “Okay. Yeah. Anyway. Are we all ready to go whenever?”

The kids nodded in unison. “JJ, you were the one who suggested the Theatre classrooms,” Schneep said. “Should we look at them first? Get an idea of what to expect?”

JJ nodded. Follow me.

He led the others down the hallway along the side of the auditorium, then turned left and went down a hallway behind the auditorium. There were six doors down here. One led directly into the backstage area, one led into a room piled high with boxes of costumes and props that then connected to the backstage area, two were the bathrooms, and two were classrooms. Though “classrooms” was a bit of a stretch. The rooms didn’t have any student desks or teacher desks or whiteboards or educational posters on the walls. There were chairs stacked in the corners, but that was about all that looked like traditional school stuff. One room had its walls and floor painted black and had a curtain dividing the rectangular room into two squares.

“This is weird,” Chase muttered, looking around this room. Then he glanced at Marvin and hurriedly added, “I mean, I’ve never seen classrooms like this.”

“Yeah, I know, it’s weird, huh?” Marvin agreed, and Chase grinned.

“You guys have never taken a Theatre class?” Stacy asked.

“You have?” Chase asked.

“Yeah, I mean, it’s a better elective than Woodshop.”

“I liked Woodshop. Have you ever taken a Woodshop class?”

“Well, no.”

“Hah!”

“I can promise you all that by the time you’re in my year you’ll probably have tried all electives at least once,” Jackie said. “Unless you go into choir. Then you’re just gonna keep taking that one over and over again. Anyway, I don’t think this room will work. We want places to hide, right?”

I think the other one will be better, JJ said, and took them to the second classroom in the hallway. This one had white walls and a hardwood floor with tape on it in weird designs. It was crowded full of half-finished sets. Wooden beams making the outline of doorways, partially painted canvas backdrops, rickety fake stairs, a lump of paper mache that someone was gluing fake flowers to. It was a mess, really. This is where we’re making the sets for our plays this year. He pointed to a bulletin board at the back of the room, where homemade posters are pinned.

Schneep walked up to the bulletin board, squinting. “There are a lot more plays being put on this year than I thought. I heard about Clue and the Shakespeare plays, but what are all these little ones?”

JJ’s eyes lit up. Well you have to have a lot of performances to learn! Not all plays need a lot of sets or actors or costumes, you can do a play with just two people talking! Then he stopped, shaking his head. I guess that’s not important right now, though. We need to focus.

“It’s okay, JJ, we can talk about it later!” Marvin said. “But for now, yeah. I think this room will work great. The paperpillar is pretty big and there are a lot of small nooks where we can fit but it can’t.” He rubbed his hands together. Green stars flew away from the point of contact. “I’m excited! Can we do it now? Can we?”

Jackie laughed. “You’re a lot more enthusiastic about this than you were when we talked.”

“I just—I really like—I feel good today.” Marvin beamed.

Stacy pushed open the door again and looked outside. “This hallway is pretty empty,” she said. “And I think the connecting hallway is, too. So we can go whenever we want. Do you guys think we need to worry about leading the paperpillar around that corner?”

“I think that will help, actually,” Schneep said. “It is faster than us but could not handle the turning as well when we were below ground. So it will be slowed down.”

Chase nodded. “Alright. Well, if everyone’s ready to go, I am.” He pulled out his Nerf gun.

Let’s check to be sure that the hallways are really empty, JJ said. Then we can go.

They waited for a few minutes, until they couldn’t see any other students in the halls. And then, with Jackie in the lead, they snuck over to the sound booth access door. JJ unlocked it and they all piled inside. The trapdoor beneath the stairs was closed. Jackie crouched down and slid it open, and JJ shone his phone flashlight into the opening while the others all peered inside.

“Don’t see any sign of the paperpillar,” Chase muttered.

“Of course we wouldn’t, we had to go down, like, three hallways to see it the first time,” Stacy said.

“Alright. So.” Jackie looked at the others. “We’re really all going down there? No one wants to stay?”

“I don’t think that’d make sense,” Marvin said. “If we’re bringing the paperpillar up here, whoever’s left behind will just join up with the group eventually.”

“Well, what if someone shows up?”

“Hmm.” Schneep bit his lip. “That is a good point, actually. This is important. Someone might close the trapdoor. We do not want to get stuck down there. I can stay up and keep an eye on things. You will probably have to shout when you get close to warn me, though.”

“Are you sure, Schneep?” Chase asked.

“Yes, very sure.” Schneep nodded firmly.

Chase hesitated, then nodded back. “Okay. Shout if something happens.”

“I will.”

“Alright. If that’s sorted, let’s go on down.” Jackie stepped onto the stairs first. “Follow me.”

The gang—minus Schneep—descended into the basement of the school. It looked exactly the same as it had the last time they were here. Concrete floor, pipes and vents on the walls, and absolutely no light. “Y’know, now that I think about it, it’s weird that it’s so dark down here,” Stacy said. “If this is for maintenance, wouldn’t you want enough light to see yourself, uh, maintaining stuff?”

“This whole thing is fucking fishy,” Marvin muttered. “I bet the Circle guys have something to do with this.”

“Now... where do we go?” Jackie asked.

Listen for paper, JJ signed, causing the flashlight beam he’s holding to go crazy for a moment.

“Good point.”

The group walked up to the intersection, looking down each hallway in turn. No sign of the paperpillar down the left or the front, where the halls ended. So they turned right, going until they reached the T-intersection. No sign of the paperpillar here, either. “I don’t hear anything,” Marvin whispered. They took the only way that was open, the right branch that ended in a corner.

This was the spot where they’d found the paperpillar the first time. It was hanging from a vent on the ceiling around the corner. That vent was still missing its cover, but the paperpillar was nowhere in sight. The hallway continued until it reached a ladder, at which point it branched into another T-intersection, diverging to the left and right. “Now I hear the rustling,” Marvin whispered.

“Can you tell where it’s coming from?” Chase asked.

“No. Let’s get closer.”

As the group walked down the hallway, they began to notice something. A lot of the vents here had uncovered openings. Was that because of the paperpillar? Had it knocked the covers off so it could use the vents to travel?

To the left of the intersection, the hallway continued into another branch. But to the right, it ended in a door that was slightly ajar. Marvin pointed to the right. “There.” The rest of them could faintly hear it now, too. The sound of crumpling, rustling paper. Slowly, they crept down the hall, the sound getting louder as they approached the door. Jackie, in front, pushed it all the way open once they reached it.

Beyond the door was a square room, about fifteen feet on each side. The pipes and vents lining the hallways didn’t go into this room, but there were some industrial-looking cabinets on the far wall. Besides that, the room was basically empty... except for three key features. One, a tipped over flower pot, two feet tall, spilling dirt and purple flowers all over the floor. Two, a crack in the ground in the center of the room, the exact same shape as the one in the planetarium basement... a Fissure. And three, the paperpillar. It was curled around the Fissure, fortune-teller eyes closed, body unmoving. Was it... bigger than before? Last time, it was three feet tall while lying on the ground like this. Now... it was maybe three or four inches taller. Not much of a difference, but a noticeable one. Its body moved up and down rhythmically.

“What’s with the flowers?” Chase whispered.

JJ shrugged.

“Heather’s mom had those kinds of flowers in her garden,” Stacy muttered. “They’re irises.”

Chase blinked. “Okay? Why are they here?”

“I dunno. It doesn’t seem like a good place to grow flowers.”

While they talked quietly, the paperpillar didn’t move.

“Is it... dead?” Marvin asked.

It’s moving, JJ pointed out.

“I think if it was dead, it would... fall apart, maybe?” Jackie guessed. “Maybe it’s asleep. Marvin, do you think you could try pulling the greenlight out of it while it’s sleeping? If you can do that, we might not need to run up to the classroom.”

Marvin nodded slowly. “I’ll try, yeah.” He took a deep breath and held a hand out, reaching towards the paperpillar. The scars on his hands began to glow faintly green, and then the mound of paper was wreathed in a green glow—

And then those fortune-teller eyes opened up. The paperpillar raised its head and looked directly at them.

Chase stiffened. “Run!”

The group turned and bolted. Just in time too, as the paperpillar bunched together and then launched itself after them. “Slow it down when you can!” Jackie shouted as they rounded a corner. As expected, the paperpillar’s tiny legs weren’t able to turn its massive body fast enough and it hit the corner. But it recovered quickly and continued running after them. Gaining on them!

Marvin threw something over his shoulder. A ball of greenlight, which hit the floor and suddenly became a wall. The paperpillar hit it and stalled for a few seconds until the wall disappeared. They kept running, with him doing that two more times before the spiral staircase came into view. “Schneep!” Chase shouted. “It’s following us!”

“You’re gonna have to stall it some more while we get up there,” Stacy told Marvin in between gasping breaths.

Marvin didn’t answer, he just nodded.

The group reached the stairs, and Marvin threw up another wall to delay the paperpillar. It didn’t last long. They were halfway up the stairs when it disappeared, and the paperpillar rushed up the spiral after them.

“Heilige Scheiße!” Schneep gasped upon seeing the tide of paper rushing after the group. He hurried over to the door, which the group had closed, and opened it up again. “Go go go go!”

They ran out into the thankfully-empty hallway. The paperpillar squeezed through the doorway easily and followed them, right on their heels. JJ started to lag behind but Chase and Marvin grabbed him, pulling him ahead again just before the paperpillar lunged for him. Come on, come on, come on! So close!

Around the corner again. The paperpillar skidded on the tile floor and almost missed the entrance to the side hallway. That gave Jackie enough time to throw open the door to the classroom with all the sets and push the other kids inside. He lingered out in the hallway for a moment to make sure the paperpillar could see him, then threw down the door stopper and rushed into the room as well.

“Okay Marvin you gotta hide somewhere really good,” Chase said, speaking so quickly his words started running together.

“Okay but I gotta see the thing to do the thing!” Marvin gasped.

JJ lifted up a tarp hanging off the edge of a table. He gestured for Marvin to get under, and he did.

“What about the rest of us?” Stacy asked.

“Split up so it has to choose who to go after,” Jackie said, eyes darting around. He hurried over to the back of the classroom and grabbed a broom that was leaning against the wall. “Hurry! It’s coming!”

The rustling sound was swiftly approaching. Chase glanced around, then started climbing up that rickety set of stairs. Stacy ducked behind the paper mache mound while Schneep ducked behind a canvas backdrop and JJ climbed onto a platform and behind a plywood wall.

The paperpillar burst into the room, some of the paper on its body getting sheared off as it passed through the doorway. It ran right into a prop desk, knocking off a lamp, and stopped. It raised its head again, looking around with those fortune-teller eyes. And suddenly it lunged for the paper mache mound, the paper of its body wrapping around it.

Stacy shrieked and bolted from where she was crouching. “Hey, leave her alone!” Chase shouted. He aimed his gun at the paperpillar and fired. A single dart bounced off it, and it raised its head again to look at him. It hurried across the room towards Chase, running into the staircase he was standing on. The staircase shifted wildly and Chase gasped, kneeling down so he wouldn’t fall.

“Hey!” Jackie shouted. “Over here!”

The paperpillar raised its head and looked towards him. It lunged for him, but there were several half-finished sets in the way that it ran into.

Jackie ran along the back wall of the room. “Marvin?!”

“I’m working on it!” Marvin shouted. His hand was sticking out from under the table. The paperpillar was indeed surrounded in that same green glow from before, but nothing was happening.

It continued after Jackie, who ran through a free-standing doorway and slammed the door attached to it just before the paperpillar rushed through. Its body bunched up and it reeled back... and then turned its head to the side. Not looking at Jackie, or at any of the other kids in the room. But instead, at the bulletin board. It hurried over and threw its body against the board. There was a crumpling sound. And when it pulled away, the posters pinned there were gone.

“Did... did that thing just eat the posters?” Stacy asked.

Schneep suddenly gasped. “Of course!” He took his backpack off and pulled out a sheet of paper. Even from here Chase recognized an old homeroom assignment—only Mr. Bartley used that ugly shade of brown for his papers. Schneep balled up the paper and threw it towards the paperpillar. It landed next to it, and the paperpillar immediately swiveled its attention towards there. Its head lowered, right on top of the paper, and then when it raised again the paper was gone.

It’s eating paper! JJ said.

“Exactly!” Schneep nodded. “Eating it and getting bigger! I think it knows when we have paper, even if it is in our bags.”

“Ohhhh!” Stacy took off her backpack and pulled out a couple sheets of lined paper. “Hey! Caterpillar!” She waved the papers over her head. The paperpillar looked towards the sound of her shouting and rushed over. She yelped and scrambled to run in the other direction. The paperpillar ate up the sheets she’d dropped.

“Well, distracting it just got a lot easier,” Chase commented, carefully taking his backpack off and looking inside.

“You guys keep doing that, I’ll keep doing this!” Marvin shouted. “I think it’s working!”

“Got it!” Chase pulled out some random paper that had crumpled to the bottom of his bag and threw it to the side. The paperpillar rushed after it.

All of the kids had paper with them in some form or another. Jackie and JJ only had their current assignments with them, but Schneep and Stacy both had stacks of lined paper in their bags, and Chase had a lot of paper pushed down to the bottom of his backpack. Some of these were probably overdue assignments, actually... Well, distracting a big monster was probably a better use of them, anyway. But even so, he quickly ran out. Schneep and Stacy, with their excess of paper, proved to be the best distractors.

“Why do you guys have so much paper, anyway?” Chase asked.

“It’s for doing assignments on, duh!” Stacy said, crumpling up another sheet and throwing it.

“Why do you not have spare paper?” Schneep asked. “Any of you?”

“I forgot to buy some!” Jackie said defensively.

“Why would I carry around paper when the teachers always have some?” Chase reasoned.

“You should not rely on the community paper, Chase!” Schneep scolded, tossing another paper ball. “What if it runs out because so many people were taking from it?”

“Hey, get on JJ and Marvin’s case about the paper, too!”

Our parents told us to just get some from other kids, JJ said.

“That’s a bit, uh—that’s a bad idea,” Jackie said.

Yeah I know. Sometimes I buy my own paper but I haven’t done that recently. Too busy.

With their stacks of paper combined, Schneep and Stacy sent the paperpillar rushing back and forth across the classroom, weaving around sets and occasionally knocking stuff over. The green glow around it got brighter and brighter until it almost hurt to look at. And when it got too bright to look at directly—

FWOOM! —

The paperpillar suddenly exploded.

It wasn’t fiery like explosions were, but there was no better way to describe the way that all the paper making up its body suddenly shot outwards. Chase yelped as some of it hit him with surprising force. Like being pelted with paintballs. Luckily he was able to shield his face. The others also got hit by some of the crumpled paper to similar results. Jackie was the only one not able to protect his head, and he yelped as one of the paper balls hit him directly in the eye. “Owww...” he groaned, rubbing it.

Loose, flat sheets of paper floated down from the sky. Marvin climbed out from under the table. “I-I think I did it?” he said, breathing heavily. “I mean... mostly? It felt like... like there was more, but... i-it was getting really hard to hold all of it... if that makes sense.”

Look! JJ said, and pointed.

Where the giant paperpillar had been before, there was now a tiny version of it. The tiny paperpillar was made out of ripped pieces of paper, none of them bigger than an inch across, and it was about as long as Chase’s forearm. The fortune tellers it used for its eyes were gone, but there were tiny green specks of light that seemed to serve the same purpose. The paperpillar inched over to one of the sheets of paper that fell from the sky and wriggled on top of it. No doubt trying to eat it. But the sheet was too big and it was too small.

“Awww, it’s cute now!” Stacy cooed.

Marvin and JJ walked over to it. Schneep and Stacy soon joined them—and Chase, too, once Jackie helped him down from the rickety stairs. “What do we do with it?” Schneep asked.

“I mean... now that we know it just eats paper, I don’t think it’s dangerous,” Chase said.

“But we still can’t let it just wander around,” Jackie pointed out. “Looks like whole sheets of paper are too big, but it can still eat bits that are ripped or cut up. If it gets big again, it might start going after people who have paper with him. Like it did with us. Which, in a school full of teachers handing out assignments on paper, is not ideal.”

“What if one of us takes it home?” Schneep suggested. “To keep an eye on it. It could be a tiny pet, even.”

We can’t take it home, JJ said. It might upset Sinney.

“I keep forgetting you guys have a cat,” Chase muttered.

“Well I can’t take it home,” Stacy said. “I don’t want my sister to find it.”

“Hmm... I dunno, maybe we could take it home?” Chase said. Though Schneep looked a bit nervous about that. Maybe worried about Mom finding it.

Jackie sighed. “Alright, I’ll do it. I can hide it from Dad easily enough, he never goes in my room without knocking.” He put his backpack on the ground, opening it up. “Heyyyy, paperpillar. Look in here. Look at all the yummies.” The paperpillar turned at the sound of his voice, then crawled into the backpack. As soon as it was fully in, Jackie zipped it up. “Okay. Cleanup time.”

Chase looked around the classroom at all the paper scattered everywhere. He groaned. “But we need to get home soooon!”

“That’s, uh, a good point, actually,” Marvin said. “Mam and Dad are gonna get worried if JJ isn’t home.”

Jackie frowned. “Well, uh... I-I don’t want you guys to get in trouble. So you can leave if you have to. The rest of us can do it.”

“My parents are gonna be worried, too,” Stacy added.

“A-and I do not want to make Aunt Jess worry,” Schneep said.

Jackie looked at all the kids. “Oh. So you’re saying I have to do it all by myself?” He groaned, just like Chase had. “Y’know what? Fu—screw that. People can just wonder what happened. Maybe they’ll think it was a prank.”

“Sooo... we’re just going, then?” Marvin asked.

“Yeah. Let’s just go.”

The group left the classroom and headed down the hallway. “Y’know, that was easier than anything else we’ve done,” Chase said. “I think we’re getting better at this.”

And then someone turned into the hallway. Someone familiar. Mrs. Karter.

The group stalled for a moment, all of them remembering at once her involvement with the planetarium stuff, and how she was one of the teachers who’d been pushy and weird lately. But then Jackie cleared his throat. “Hey, Mrs. Karter,” he said casually, and started walking around her.

She stepped in front of him. “I need to talk to you kids.”

Schneep tensed, grabbing onto Chase’s hand. Marvin’s fingers twitched, some speckles of greenlight flickering around them. JJ took a step back. Stacy stayed where she was, frozen.

“Uh... I don’t think we’re all in your class—” Jackie said.

“It’s not about that.” Mrs. Karter sighed. “It’s about... well, you all should know what. You kids need to know how dangerous this is.”

Marvin hissed, like a feral cat. “Dangerous?! You’re fucking talking about—fuck you!”

Karter frowned. “That’s not really acceptable language for a school—”

“Fuck you!” Marvin repeated, and JJ nodded firmly in agreement.

“Y-you know, our parents are expecting us to get home soon,” Stacy stammered out.

“I know, I know, I won’t keep you long.” Karter hesitated. “I’m... sorry about what happened in the hospital.”

“Yeah, fuck you!” Marvin said again, his voice trembling a bit this time.

“No, really, th-they were never going to hurt you. Or, at least, they shouldn’t have.”

The kids exchanged glances. The Circle must not have known they’d read their memos. They must not know that the kids knew all about their messed-up plan for Marvin, and any others they could get their hands on.

“Then... what were they doing?” Jackie asked slowly, testing her response.

“They were just supposed to take a little bit of blood,” Karter explained. “I don’t know why they decided to take him down there. Take you down there, Marvin. All of them have been kicked out for that.”

The kids didn’t bother to hide their doubt. “So... what do you want now, then?” Chase asked. “Why have you guys been staring at us all the time?!”

“We just want you to be safe,” Karter said gently. “We just want everyone to be safe. You see, about ten years ago these cracks started opening up in the ground all over town. Mostly in basement places. And things started to come out. Sometimes it was a... physical thing, but more often it was this energy that glowed green. You must’ve seen it around, right? We call it transformation energy. Because if something gets too close to the energy, it starts to absorb it and transform into a monster. And these monsters would cause chaos all across town. They would hurt people.”

“O... kay,” Jackie said slowly. “So what’s that got to do with us?”

“You kids have found some of those monsters, haven’t you?” Karter asked. “I know you probably think it’s fun to fight them. Just like a cartoon, right? But they’re very dangerous. They could hurt you very badly.”

They could kill us, you mean? JJ asked.

“Um... I’m sorry, Jameson, I know you speak sign language but I just don’t know it.”

“He asked if you’re saying the monsters could kill us,” Marvin said, glaring at her.

“Oh.” Karter looked faintly surprised. “W-well... yes. That’s what I mean. And we want you to be safe. You’ve done a great job so far, but we have a group who’s been keeping the monsters under control for a long time now. We know what we’re doing. So, you have to leave it to us now, okay?”

The group didn’t say anything. They just looked at each other, all equally uncertain.

And then, Mrs. Karter’s shadow shifted. It raised up from the ground—and became Anti. Chase gasped. Karter noticed the way they were all looking behind her and started to turn around. But quickly, Anti grabbed her by the shoulders. There was an audible ZAP! noise and Mrs. Karter suddenly fell forward. Jackie lurched forward like he wanted to catch her, but he wasn’t fast enough, so instead he crouched by her side and checked her pulse on her wrist.

“Anti!” Stacy gasped.

“What are you doing here?” Schneep asked.

Anti shrugged. “I was watching you guys fight that big paper thing. The paperpillar.” He grinned. “You did great! Marvin, I didn’t know you could do that!”

“Yeah, no thanks to you!” Marvin snapped.

“What did you do to Mrs. Karter?” Chase demanded.

“Sh-she’s fine,” Jackie gasped. “But—but you... knocked her out?” He stared up at Anti, eyes wide. This was his first time seeing him in person. And... he really did look like Jack.

“I don’t like bullies,” Anti said simply. “And that’s all the Circle guys are, really. A bunch of bullies pushing people around, like how she was trying to push you to stop.” He shook his head. “But you can’t stop now.”

“Why not?” Chase asked. “Why can’t we stop?”

“Well I mean... that’s boring,” Anti said. “But also that’s what they want you to do. So that means that it can’t be good, because nothing they want is good.”

“She... said the Circle is protecting the city,” Stacy said slowly.

“Yeah, she was lying. The Circle guys lie all the time.”

JJ frowned. I don’t want to agree with Anti, but that’s true. They lied and said Marvin ran away when he was really in the hospital the whole time.

Anti leaned back as JJ signed, folding his legs under him and floating in the air. He groaned loudly. “Oh you shut up,” he said, looking at JJ.

“Don’t fucking tell him to shut up!” Marvin shouts, while behind him JJ signs something about being done anyway.

“What do you want, Anti?” Jackie asked quietly.

Anti blinked. He paused for a moment, like he wasn’t expecting that question. Like no one had asked him that question before at all. “I want,” he said slowly, “to see what you can do. I want to set things up so that you can do it. It’s like... a challenge thing.”

“Okay, but... why do you want to challenge us?” Jackie asked.

“You guys seemed fun. And funny.” Anti giggled. “I saw Chase fall down on his skateboard, that was funny.”

“Hey,” Chase said defensively.

“So I thought that even if you guys don’t do good, it’ll at least be fun.”

“Okay, but why?” Jackie pressed. “Not, ‘why did you choose us,’ why do you want to play this—this challenge game at all? What do you get from it? What do you want?”

Anti was silent for a moment. Then he shrugged. “I dunno.” And before anyone could ask what that meant, he disappeared.

“...well then,” Schneep said. “That was... That was all strange.” He stared at Mrs. Karter. “I do not like the way she was speaking to us.”

“Yeah, me neither,” Marvin agreed, frowning.

It was like she thought we were dumb, JJ said.

“A bit condescending, yeah,” Jackie muttered. “I... Do you guys think we should call the hospital about her getting shocked, or...?”

But just as he said that, Mrs. Karter started to stir. “Let’s just get out of here,” Chase said hurriedly.

The group hurried down the hallway, disappearing from sight before Mrs. Karter fully woke up. They then continued down the halls until they reached a side entrance to the school and left. The air outside was crisp and cool, the trees around the school having lost about half their leaves. The remaining leaves clinging to the branches were brown and dead-looking. The rustling noise they made when the wind passed through sounded so much like the paperpillar did that Chase tensed a little bit.

“So... now what?” Marvin asked.

“We... go home?” Stacy said, confused.

“No, I know that. I mean... what about after that?” Marvin asked. “I think Anti’s gonna keep us involved in whatever he’s doing no matter what we or the Circle want. So... what? Do we just keep doing stuff? Or do we wanna stop so that the Circle stops bothering us?”

I think we should lie low for a while, JJ said. Maybe until after Christmas. Then, maybe the Circle will think the teacher convinced us to stop.

“But we do not know if they really want us to stop,” Schneep pointed out. “What if they are just waiting for the right moment to attack?”

Jackie sighed. “It’s all complicated,” he muttered. “Marvin’s right, I don’t think Anti will leave us alone. I think... I think we have to stop him, somehow? I mean... I think he thinks this is fun. But he doesn’t realize what’s really happening. He pushed Marvin down the stairs and didn’t see anything wrong with that. If we don’t figure out some way to make him stop, he might do more stuff like that.”

Chase nodded. “Yeah. I really think that Jack guy has something to do with this.”

“I do too, little man. It’s just hard finding him.”

“I think JJ is right,” Stacy said. “We need to take a break for the holidays. See if that, um, affects anything.”

“But what about after that?” Marvin asked. “Are we gonna stop?”

Chase looked at him. “Do you want to stop?”

Marvin hesitated. “No. I-I think—I think this could be—I mean, Anti’s an asshole, but—I-I have magic now! I want to use it!” He grinned. “And—and I think this is the best way I can use it.”

“We’re the only ones who know about all this, I think,” Jackie said. “Besides the Circle. And I don’t trust those guys to handle all their ‘Anomalies’ and junk. I mean, there’s like five that we’ve taken care of that they couldn’t.” He paused. “And... I think... we need to stop the Circle, too. Not just the Anomalies.”

JJ nodded. They’re going to do terrible things. I just know it.

“And the police won’t believe us,” Jackie continued. “I tried, and they won’t. We can’t just tell them, they’ll ignore us again. We need to either get undeniable proof... or do it ourselves.” He looked at the others. “I think Mrs. Karter was right about one thing back there. It’s gonna be dangerous.”

Chase tightened his grip on his Nerf gun. “We’re stuck in this anyway, aren’t we? You just said that Anti’s gonna keep dragging us in. So we should go in ourselves.”

“I do not want any other people to get hurt,” Schneep said. “If we can do something to stop that, I-I want to.”

Marvin nodded. “Yeah. No one else should be stuck in that hospital place.”

“I’m not gonna stop now,” Stacy said firmly.

They’re not going to get away with this, JJ said.

Jackie smiled at all of them. “You guys are so brave, y’know that? Alright. We’ll take a break until the holidays are over. Maybe talk about what we’ll do next. Then... then we’ll go in swinging.”

“Heck yeah!” Chase whooped.

“Fuck yeah!” Marvin added, upping the ante.

“But we really do gotta head home now,” Jackie said. “So... I’ll see you all later, then.”

The group said their goodbyes and went their separate ways. It was a cold day, and the days would get colder soon. But they wouldn’t turn away from the cold. They would bundle up and brace themselves, ready to take on what was coming together.

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Yule Log

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Getting caught up in work, it’s easy to forget to have time for yourself, especially during the holidays. She’s heard a lot of concerns and reminders from her coworkers, and all of them went by her head saying she’s “relaxed a bit.”

It was her day off, and she had been fighting off the urge to work through celebrating Christmas. Or, in her case, Yule. Now, she wouldn’t say she was a witch. She liked magic, but magic in a world full of technology isn’t known too much.

Why do magic when you have many robots already doing stuff for you? Well for starters, they don’t know how to make a proper Yule log. Which is exactly what Emilyn is doing to celebrate her day off.

Sure she had to go some shopping for some of the things needed, but a little shopping never hurt her. Her table was dawned in bright red plaid, courtesy of Djenne and its amazing fabrics, with a fresh wooden log and other things.

Emilyn hummed to herself, holding a knife as she approached the table. With the log in her hands, she began to carefully carve holes big enough for the candles to fit. The wood emanated a nice scent, and she couldn’t help but close her eyes to admire it all. Her mouth moved on its own, just mumbling a song she remembered hearing while scrolling through YouTube earlier.

“God rest ye merry, pagan folk,

Let nothing you dismay.

Remember that the Sun returns

Upon this Solstice day.

The growing dark is ending now

And Spring is on its way.

Oh, tidings of comfort and joy,

Comfort and joy!

Oh, tidings of comfort and joy…”

Before Emilyn could continue singing, the distant noises of an aerial jet had caught the wind in her ears. Her hands stopped carving and she opened her eyes, looking towards a nearby window to see a familiar face smirk at her. “I didn’t think you’d stop by today, Starscream.” Emilyn approached the window, opening it to look at his face.

“My plans haven’t been the greatest this year, and I’m tired. What better way to relax than to accompany my little moon~?” He said slyly, Emilyn blushing just a bit as he moved a digit to caress her cheek. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood to handle your flirts. Might as well come in.” Starscream smirked, drawing back his digit and walking to her door. Emilyn closed her window and opened the door, the Decepticon now mass displaced.

It wouldn’t be long before Starscream took notice of Emilyn’s little project, and he walked over with curiosity. “What are you making here?” Emilyn turned, smiling just a little bit before taking a seat back down. “It’s a yule log, just something to celebrate for this year…” Her words slightly drifted when turning to face Starscream, confusion glinted slightly in his crimson optics. “Oh, right… You’re probably not aware of Yule or Christmas, huh?”

“No, I’m not. Perhaps you can give me some insight later…” The Decepticon spoke, grabbing a chair of his own to sit next to Emilyn. She chuckled, keeping that as a mental note in the back of her mind. “Alright well, you can watch what I’m doing if you want. Up to you.” With that, Emilyn got back to carving, and Starscream watched intently, curiosity soon drifting towards the other items around her. There were a few candles, greenery branches of pine and cedar, not to mention dried fruits and pinecones.

“Quite the inventory of primitive materials, but what does one do with all of this?” Starscream spoke, plucking a pine branch in between his fingers to get a feel. Emilyn turned towards him, grabbing that branch and placing it back into the nearby pile. “You decorate this log, and supposedly it brings good luck and warmth to those who light the candles. It also wards off bad energy from harming you.” Ah, superstitious stuff. He should’ve guessed. “Peh, superstitious and magical nonsense. Humans are weird.”

That was enough to have Emilyn frown at Starscream, who laughed and smirked. “Well, not nonsense to you, my dear.” She rolled her eyes, grabbing the nearby hot glue gun and the pine branch he was fiddling with earlier. “Does magic not exist as a concept to you guys?” She turned to face Starscream, who placed a couple of digits on his chin in thought. “Not as much as you’d like to think. It exists in concept, but it was never said to be shown.” Huh, so it did exist in some way at least.

“That makes sense, given you and the Autobots are from a planet of metal, right?” Starscream nodded, albeit frowned a bit at the mention of the Autobots. “Magic can’t exist in a place that has metal, or iron. One of the two.” Emilyn spoke, Starscream watching carefully with curious optics as she glued the various nature pieces she had gathered onto the log. “I like to believe that even within today’s times, there’s still magic in this world. Hell, there might be pixies and fairies dancing outside my house right now and I wouldn’t even know it.”

Starscream looked in quiet awe seeing the once naked log now adorned in pine branches and dried fruits, not to mention the interesting scent it gave off. It surely was something magical, but it felt like something was also missing. Luckily, Emilyn was just about to get to that when grabbing ahold of the long candles. “Alright, I’m gonna need your help on this one. You’re gonna hold these perfectly still while I add glue onto the bottom.” The Decepticon looked in confusion but grabbed one of the candles nonetheless. It felt waxy amongst his digits, but it was a nice shade of red. He watched as Emilyn took the glue gun, adding a nice warm dollop to the bottom.

“What do you do once you’re done with this… ‘yule log’?” He asked curiously, Emilyn moving the glue gun away to glue the sides of the holes she carved out earlier. “Well, you just kinda leave it somewhere nice to burn until the end of Christmas. There’s not much else to it.” He nods, Emilyn taking the candle and placing it on the far right. “Only two more and then we’re done.”

“Maybe after we’re finished, I can explain Yule to you.” Hearing that, Starscream smirked lightly and chuckled.

He’d appreciate that very much.

#sxilor writes #stupid seeker scientist; starscream f/o #🤖✏️ laws of robotics; starscream x emilyn moone #transformers #tf starscream #transformers starscream #transformers animated #tfa starscream #transformers animated starscream #transformers x reader #transformers imagines #starscream x reader #starscream x oc

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moonydustx · 2 years

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The Girl At The Bar

Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x f!Reader

Summary: You need to put on the self-defense classes that Diego gave you one day. It turns out that not everything goes as expected.

Warnings: fights, violence (nothing much described), two idiots in love, mention of knives and guns, fluff, a lot of fluff. Sorry if i forget some warning.

Word Count: 3.752

A/N: This is part of another bigger story with Diego that I'm writing, but it didn't fit anywhere. I decided to leave it here.

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The same country melody was already playing for the tenth time in the bar, even though you had heard the song for the first time not long ago, you already knew it completely from so many times you heard it. But it was part of the job, right?

One of the perks of working there was that you were normally a night person, so it hardly got in the way of your day to day life. In fact, it should be the only advantage, because the salary was mediocre, but enough for you to survive and still save a little money to be able to invest in something better than that.

“Hi sweetie” a male voice interrupted you as you finished organizing some drinks “One more shot”.

“One moment please” you asked as you ran in your heels until you reached the other side of the bar to deliver the drinks. When he returned, he saw that the man was still waiting for the dose, with a not very good expression “Sorry for the delay”.

"Just because I'm an old man doesn't earn your attention?" he growled, making you roll your eyes.

"Today the bar is full of customers, again I apologize for the delay" you just said, filling his glass.

“How long have you been working here?” he tried to bring up the subject and even against your will, he stayed there out of politeness.

“A few months ago”

“Well, your face is not familiar to me at all. Do you have a house to support?”

"Bills to pay, food to buy..." you listed, ready to turn your back on him.

"I don't know if the old attendant told you, but if you want, some guys can help you get paid a little more" the man said with a mischievous smile between his lips, which were wrapped in a whitish beard "I mean, you're not the kind of woman who goes unnoticed.”

You stared at him in bewilderment for a few seconds, knowing exactly what he was suggesting. It was a common thing in that bar, if you wanted to earn a tip on the outside, you could do some kind of service on the outside too, which was totally against what you thought.

“Do you need any more drinks?” you asked in a harsh tone, making your displeasure clear.

“Not yet, honey,” he muttered something in a tone you can't hear and backed away from the counter.

To the side, you could see Timmy laughing at the situation. He was a great companion at the bar, considering that his parents, who owned the place, didn't make a point of helping or even giving him a dollar to stay there. Even God would doubt all the bizarre things the two of you have seen during the long nights.

The day went by faster than you expected, closing your time as usual at 2 A.M. You were exhausted, you had no idea how people were in the mood to go out and drink so much on a Wednesday.

“Did you notice the way that guy looked at you?” Timmy said as he helped you carry some bags to the dump.

“He was a pervert, he was waiting for me to offer an extra service”

“How disgusting” the brunette stated, shaking his hands to get rid of the rest of the dirt “I really don't know how you have the courage to stay in this place. Strange men, going out at dawn... Aren't you afraid?”

"Sometimes yes, but I'm always protected" You bent down just enough to show the shiny hilt of the knife you carried in your boot.

"I don't know if I'm more relaxed or nervous knowing this" he laughed, taking a few steps in the opposite direction of yours "See you tomorrow?"

"Certainly. See you later Timmy!”

You turned your back and then hurried your steps to your apartment. The way wasn't very long, but the city streets looked sinister at that time of night and as much as your best friend insisted that you use his car, you didn't think it was fair, after all he also worked at that time.

After a few minutes walking, you heard a strange noise coming from one of the alleys you had just passed, it sounded like something heavy falling to the ground. Between seeing what it was and getting out of there as quickly as possible, you opted for the second option.

As soon as you arrived at the building, climbed the stairs and quickly entered your apartment. You got rid of the overcoat you were wearing, keeping the dress, the thick pantyhose and the boots, turned on the TV and left it on the first movie that came on, while you hunted for something to eat. Without many options, you took some cereal and mixed it with milk and some chocolate chips. It should be enough to keep you going until dawn or until you have the courage to make real food.

Before you could plop down on the couch in the living room and watch Bad Boys, you could hear a discreet knock on the door. You left the cereal on the small coffee table and before you could open the door, you looked through the peephole who the illustrious visitor was at that hour.

“Maybe you're a little late for dinner” you joked as soon as you ran into Diego Hargreeves.

“I can keep the leftovers” without much ceremony, he entered the apartment.

The friendship of years you had worked that way.

They both had extreme freedom with each other, which included visits at inopportune hours and a constant intrusion into each other's lives. It all started when they had neighboring windows, even when they were children. Years passed, the two grew up and even though life insisted that you lived in different worlds, fate seemed to insist on putting you together.

“I need your help” he handed a small box in your hand, which you identified as a first aid box “I ended up cutting myself, the place is kind of bad for me to do the stitches”.

"Or you're just scared" you punctuated, guiding him to the couch "Let's take a look at this"

Diego removed his hand from his left arm, where the cut was. It wasn't that deep, but it would need some stitches. In addition to really being a difficult place to do a bandage yourself.

“May I know how you did it?”

"A silly fight, I ended up getting distracted" he just said, not looking too happy about it "But the other guy got a lot worse".

“Diego Hargreeves getting distracted? Wow!" you teased him and you can see a corner smile from him “You have to be more careful, it's not like you're Batman”.

“I'm the improved version” as much as he tried to hide it, you saw him tense a little as he felt the cotton against the wound.

“Does that make me your Robin?”

“My Alfred at most, back in the days when he still didn't have ten percent of the intelligence he actually has” Diego grumbled as he felt you pinch him. The brunette stretched to check what was left on the table "Don't tell me that's your dinner".

“That or ice cubes. It was what I had available.”

“Corazón, and I thought I was in a bad way,” he laughed, turning away as you started to stitch the first stitch.

"I have no idea what you called me, but I agree with everything else."

“How was the bar today?” he asked and you knew that Diego genuinely cared about—and hated—his job.

"The same. Same boring music, same old bastards who don't even lend themselves to leaving a tip" he listed patiently "The funniest part is I'm sure the worst guys are the same guys I'd meet at a Sunday church with their family ”.

“You need to find a new job, really. Why not try to answer it here at your apartment? Or I don't know, become a nurse. You were always good at patching people up.”

“You know why” you just replied.

You had lived through a whole drama of father, mother and all possible family problems. Your mother was a nurse and your father a constant troublemaker, the main reason you know how to do the basics of caring for someone. And it certainly wasn't something you wanted to do for the rest of your life.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to sound rude” Diego turned to you as soon as he felt you place the bandage over the stitches “Although you're a little troublemaker, I know you're better than that, I'm sure”.

“It's okay Dee” you smiled at him and stretched just enough to put the first aid kit on the table and grab your cereal bowl “Want to share dinner?”

“Sounds delicious” he said in a cynical tone, receiving a slight push from you “No thanks. Mind if I stay here a little longer? I like this movie, it's been a while since I've seen it again."

“And since when do you ask to stay?”

"You're right, you still need to give me the keys to this little joint."

After you finished your dinner, the last thing you remembered was snuggling under Diego until sleep was stronger than you.

You woke up with the sun's rays bothering your eyes, as well as the heat in your body. Did you remember sleeping on the couch, but you were waking up in your bed, without your boots and covers. You got up and walked to the kitchen, seeing on the sink a small brown package and your knife, wrapped in a piece of leather. On each of them, there was a small note.

Decent food

I sharpened your knife. Don't forget to store it with this protection so you don't hurt yourself.

You used to call Diego a heartless shrew or even a manwhore, but you knew that there, behind so much sharp stuff capable of killing half the world, he had a good heart, which sometimes left you shaken.

The day passed calmly, with plenty of time for you to rest and prepare for the next shift. Despite that, it was like a different day from the others. A strange atmosphere, something that made you shiver.

“Timmy!” You called your barmate, taking advantage of the fact that the most intense movement had not yet started “Are you feeling anything a little off today?”

“For me, everything is calm. I heard a conversation or two of some fight that happened, but nothing big” he filled two shots of tequila and handed one to you “Here, it will put those paranoia out of your mind”.

"I hope it really works" you tried to convince yourself and downed your drink, ready to return to your services.

After washing a huge pile of glasses, you can see that the bar had filled up a little more. What caught your attention right away was a guy, different from the one who used to frequent the place. He was much younger and seemed out of step with the environment, in addition to having his eyes fixed on the counter where you were.

You tried to ignore the negative thoughts it made you have and go about your routine. The rest of the night remained as normal as possible, the same music, familiar faces, same shots of whiskey served in questionable amounts.

You felt some relief when you threw the last garbage bag at the end of the day. The next day was Friday and it was your day off, a rare moment that would be put to good use marathoning anything on Netflix.

As usual, you followed at a hurried pace on your way home. About halfway through, you can hear a truck pull up a little behind you and decide to ignore it, like any other noise you hear at 2.AM.

“Hey sweetie!” a male voice called. When squinting, you saw a tall man with a serious expression walk towards you. The same weird guy from the bar “You! I just want to ask a question.”

Just a question. You thought. It seemed like a lame excuse. Of the few options you had, you decided to go with the most unlikely to work. You pretended to drop something and bent down to pick it up, reaching into your boots and pulling out the knife, hiding it in your jacket sleeve.

"How can I help you?" You used your most cynical tone, turning to him.

“I see you work at Thunders, did you hear about something that happened around the bar yesterday?” he asked, approaching. You stood firm, even though you felt it wasn't going to end well.

"I haven't heard of anything, maybe when I get back to the bar I can find out" you suggested, adjusting the knife hidden under your coat sleeve "If that's all, I wish you a good night."

“Not really” a shiver ran through your body as you felt something sharp touch your belly “My old man left the hospital this afternoon. They say he got beaten up by a bitch at the bar.”

“The place isn't usually frequented by women, but like I said, I can try to find something out” you said again, adjusting the knife in your hand.

“Let's settle it calmly, okay? Just get in the truck and we'll be on our way.” He pressed the knife to the point where you felt your skin burn under it.

Before you could lose what little courage you had, you tried to remember the pseudo-self-defense classes you'd taken. Over the years Diego had tried to teach you, but you weren't exactly a good student. They always ended up either dropping out of class or going to the first bar they came across.

Quickly, you took his hand away from your belly and used all the strength of your knee to hit him in the private parts. As soon as he doubled over in pain, you used the knife to try to hit the man, but the only thing you managed to do was get a full punch in the middle of your face.

Despite staggering back a few steps, you quickly recovered and tried to dodge him. Even without knowing how, you managed to land another blow on him, who didn't wait long to try to fight back. You waited for the contact ready to try to swerve and run as far away as possible, but he didn't come. The only thing you heard was a scream of horror shrilling from the man's throat and a knife stabbed through his hand. Shit

You watched Diego walk towards the man and hit him several times. Whoever it was didn't seem to want to fight anymore, yet Hargreeves insisted. You felt something hot on your face and it didn't take much to know that your nose was gushing blood, you took off your jacket anyway and put it on your nose, seeing that Diego also seemed to have given up fighting with the man and listened to what he had to say. to say. He dropped it on the floor and said nothing. Diego took your waist and your elbow and guided you to the car.

“Did you know it was me there? How did you get there so fast?” you asked as he started the engine and in response, there was only silence.

The way to your apartment was quick and he remained quiet the entire way, just like when he entered your house and accompanied you until you were sitting on the living room sofa.

"Are you really not going to talk to me?" you asked as you saw him head towards the kitchen “I mean, I hit that guy before he hit me, that's what you taught me, isn't it?”

“Why didn't you run?” his voice was frighteningly low.

"I told you, I hit him first, I had the upper hand"

“He had a knife and told me he had another gun in the car. Why didn't you run?” this time his voice came out louder and more furious than you were used to hearing "You don't get in a fight with someone bigger than you."

“I don't remember you teaching that. Just 'hit the lower parts, the eyes, try to be faster' there was nothing to run in your teachings" you imitated his tone of voice, taking the cloth off your face and seeing his reaction, covered your bloody face again “Since when is running self-defense?”

“Don't be stupid”

“I'm just repeating what you taught me. If I am stupid, you are even more”

“I taught it, but you were never supposed to use it. I should be there!” His scream made you cringe on the couch a little in fright.

"I'm going to take a shower, try to soften this and then we'll talk more calmly" you said already leaving towards the bathroom, without even giving him a chance to apologize.

A good part of the bath was for you to remove any traces of blood from your body, you hadn't been hurt too much, just the nose that was bleeding, but it didn't look broken and a small cut on the belly, nothing too deep. You got the first T-shirt and pajama shorts. When returning to the room, you can see Diego walking from one side to the other. His knives and daggers were no longer attached to his body and when he noticed your presence, he seemed to come out of a distant reverie.

“Can I see if it hurt?” he asked in a much calmer tone, approaching you.

“No big deal, just a little cut there” you lifted your shirt and showed the small wound “And a punch to the face, no big deal”

"Let me see" he pleaded and placed both hands on your face, lifting and turning to see possible other injuries. Only then did you notice how icy and shaky his hands were.

“Dee, is everything okay?” you asked and for a few seconds saw him open and close his mouth, trying to say something that seemed too difficult at that moment “It's okay. Remember how your mother taught? Just imagine the words.”

“I-Im.. So-” he took a deep breath again “I'm sorry”

"Why? I should thank you, you showed up at the right time”

"Can we talk?" you nodded to his question and he gently took your hand and guided you to the couch. Diego sat in front of you and seemed to analyze your every expression.

"What's up?"

“Promise not to hate me?” he asked and you agreed. After so long, it was impossible to walk away or hate him. "You know how much I hate that you work in that bar, right?"

"Okay, you've said that many times."

“Since you got in there, I always make sure you're okay, since you're stubborn enough not to use my car” he explained and noticed that you didn't seem to understand “Every day at 2 A.M., I stay close to the bar, I wait for you to go out and I accompany you home. When I see you come in and go upstairs, I know you're safe so I can get back to work.”

“Why did you never tell me that?” you asked, noticing some shame in him in telling such a story “I mean, if you did this every day, you could have told me, I could try not to bother you in any way”.

“You don't bother me,” he replied immediately. “Yesterday, an old guy, strange looking, left the bar early and waited until closing time. I kept an eye on him, and then you left to leave and he started following you and I lost my mind.”

“Grey beards, dark cap and short?” you listed and Diego nodded “He talked to me yesterday, he wanted to…”

“I know, I made him talk and then I came here”

"He did that?" you gently touched where you had bandaged him.

"It doesn't matter. That boy today was his son, he wanted some kind of revenge for his father” Diego said dejectedly, taking your hand and placing a chaste kiss “I'm sorry for putting you in the middle of this”.

You didn't answer, you just wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and hugged him with all the strength you had. He pulled you up and put you practically sitting on his lap, with your back resting on the arm of the couch.

"I promise not to let that happen again" he murmured against your neck.

“Don't be dramatic” you said against his shoulder “You saved me Dee, that's what matters. I love you"

“I love you too my sunshine” hearing that nickname after so long made butterflies fly in your stomach. You pulled back far enough to see his face, but you didn't get off Diego's legs.

“You saved me, but I have my merits. I wanted to meet Klaus to say that I can finally be called number two and a half because I know how to fight” you laughed to yourself at your own realization, but Diego seemed inert in his own thoughts “Two and seventy-five maybe?”

“Is that promise not to hate me still standing?”

“Depends, what do you mean?”

Diego chose not to respond. The only thing you felt was one of his hands pulling your face closer and his lips capturing yours, in a kiss that didn't last long, interrupted by your grunt of pain.

“Okay, that's definitely broken.” You brought your hands to your nose, where you'd felt a sharp stab of pain.

"Come on, I'll take you to the hospital"

“Who said the promise to hate you included kissing me?” you said just to upset him, while mentally you cursed your own nose for messing up the moment “I'm kidding, I would never get mad about it, the opposite actually”.

"And that's why I'm taking you to the hospital right now" he saw you get to your feet and then followed you. Before you take a step towards your room to get your things, you can feel the floor almost crumble under your feet as you feel him kiss the curve of your neck. "It took me years to have the courage to do this, I need you to improve so I can make up for lost time".

“Promise revoked Diego. I hate you"

#the umbrella academy s3 #reader insert #diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves x you #the umbrella academy #fiction #fluff

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tobiastotoby · 5 months

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Nate x John Hancock

Smut warning, but long chapter about their beginning together

Hancock sat on the dusty couch in the old state house, chems laying all over the place. His room over looking his balcony covered in nothing but shadows. Most of the guards expected for a few down stairs had left for the night, drinks at the 3rd rail, they had even Invited him but this time was a rare no.

Hancock felt he had done enough for that day, a new face in good neighbor, an old “friend” dead and a inspirational speech, He thought about how he looked so cool with his little speech he had given that after noon, the one After He arrived, Nate the soul surviving human from vault 111, as he Nate had told him almost instantly upon arrival, the tall man had caught his eye instantly.

Nate looked to be 6’3”, hair as dark as the night cut into clean crew cut, sharp eyes almost the same dark color as his hair, a strong jaw only lined with a bit of stubble. You could see the muscles he had in his thigh alone through the bright blue vault suit. The man looked like he was straight out of a pre war magazine, a super soldier just ready for action. Maybe Hancock really had just never seen someone look that out of place, body untouched by the harsh wasteland. Still when he was Finn was trying to push his usual scam he felt like he needed to get into it, before he could even take a step, Nate had gotten aggressive immediately.

Watching Nate’s face twist, he could tell he was going to cause a fight. Finn tried to keeping pushing it, going as far as to reach for his knife but only really getting to pull it out, Nate mr super man was faster. Not even going for his throat or the immediate kill, just seeming to want ti cause pain, pulling and twisting the knife as he pulled it out. Chunks of dark red making splat sounds as they repainted the whole area, nate had pushed his body into Finn’s in a tackle and just kept stabbing the side of Finn’s body pulling back while still holding on to Finn to bring his carnage up to Finn’s chest. The loud screams Finn let out as bled out rather quickly, Nate had stabbed him up along the side of his body and into his chest damn near 17 times. You almost had to respect it, the speed and accuracy, Nate had attacked him with almost a personal vengeance. How prefect it was for this man to walk into the down town common wealth. He was happy to welcome Nate into his lovely little neighborhood, Nate would fit right In with the crazies, That’s how it was it good neighbor, how Hancock made it.

Nate’s attack was all he could think about, it was like it was a hit of buff out, or just a demon but the violence Nate was so capable and clearly ok with was enticing. It was like a rush, the rush of his beloved chems, ‘Does Nate use chems too? What was he doing in good neighbor? How does this man operate before being frozen for so long?’ Even KL-E-0 was impressed, offering him some jobs too. Hancock fiddled with his sash, the red, white and blue made him think about what life was before the war. How people would walk down the non cluttered streets, the building standing tall. How did Nate feel coming back to this world?

Nate, himself, was having a blast. No longer did he have to participate in the contest that was his life. His son was out there and he was just having the time of his life. Everyday he woke up he would feel the guilt in his chest, his son was out there but the blood. This would was unbound by strict almost dictatorial rules obeyed. The second Nate had come out of the vault the radiation burned softly, he was forced into so many different fire fights but nothing he couldn’t handle. Nates previous life had almost prepared him for this, being a pre war soldier, he knew how to use all different kinds of guns, how to craft explosives, and of course how could he forget the battlefield.

Nate sat on the ratted barstool flagging down the mr. Handy robot for a beer. The bad lighting of the bar hid a lot in the shady little club. The people smelt of garbage and the beer was warm but at least the music wasn’t bad, the woman on stage wasn’t ugly either. Nate had felt himself get a little uncomfortable the converted subway station was once one he used to get to get home from work a few times. ‘These people wouldn’t know, fuck em’. Leaning his head back and finishing off the can he slapped some Capps down onto the unpolished wood and he got up.

Good neighbor was definitely different, he almost wished this was his introduction to the wastes, diamond city just made him feel bad about the people who were struggling. This town was full of something, and somebody, not that he hadn’t seen a ghoul at that point but one so friendly. The man dressed in John Hancocks clothes then took his name, watching him announce himself as the mayor then throw down jet off the balcony in front of everyone. The people hung onto every word he said, a wild man John was, he felt a little bad about the job he was gonna do.

After he killed Finn and speaking to the mayor, Nate was really just focusing on getting money, vendors often had jobs and setting his sights on the first he saw, the robot KL-E-0 had a job warning him it wasn’t fun. He would help Bobbi no nose another ghoul who was apparently a con, with a reputation like that he almost turned the job down but she offed him some pretty good money. So when Nate found himself unground with Hancocks little friend telling him that Bobbi lied to him and that they were stealing from Hancocks it was no surprise that Nate pulled a gun. Thankfully they let him handle it himself, pulling out his gun a pointing it at her head to pull the trigger was calming, he head flew back as red sprayed over the wall behind her, a gaping hole of busted eyes and brain matter fell to the floor in seconds. Hancocks lackey had told him to report to Hancock and explain himself.

All with 2 days of stepping into good neighbor he had killed way too many people to count on his fingers and almost stole from a beloved mayor. ‘This couldn’t be anymore humiliating, this man I’ve never done anything to and I was think we were cool, now I have ti fight him maybe’ the old state house was in even worse shape then he thought it would be caving in floors and ceilings at the very least the circle staircase was being kept up, you could see the new wood they were trying to use. He felt no different standing before the ghoul, As Hancock sat on his couch huffing some jet

“Listen I didn’t think Bobbi and I were robbing from you, she said diamond city, the bitch” Nate feeling like he had to clarify as fast as he could, as ready as he was the guards outside were at his back and Nate couldn’t rush anything.

“Don’t worry I got the story from my people, Bobbi’s always been a con artist, please take a seat” Hancock couldn’t deny he was excited you could hear it in his cheerful voice and smiles. “What’s your poison?”

Nate almost wanted to leave, he had a feeling something was going to change the corse of this conversation, slowly he walked over ti the opposite facing couch sitting down on the old red furniture announcing “mentats”

“Oh really, you must be my kinda my man” Hancock started to speak but as he moved around looking for the specific Chem his voice had kept up the cheer. Finding them in his coat pocket the closest pocket to his heart he handed the fleshly man the pills.”So I assume you are asking why you are here, well in the few days you’ve been here you’ve caused quit the stir, can’t predict what you’ll do next”

“It sounds like this is a bad thing” Nate dropped his voice to a much darker tone, he would not let Hancock force him into submission.

“No actually it’s the opposite, I like you, you are a wild card, you do what you want when you want and you are having the time of your life, I can tell” Hancock’s face wasn’t something Nate was used to the gruff voice was different but the grin on his face was different. A real charmer he was, Nate could see it.

“Listen I know you travel around the commonwealth just basic doing mercenary at work, I’ve also heard some word of your good deeds, I want to help” the grin has slowly disappeared when he said that, the rough voice was asking so nicely. Why not.

“Alright, why not I could use an extra gun” Nate didn’t really know him but what harm could he do to him realistically. Nate would’ve crushed him. Popping some of the white pills in his mouth as a celebratory gesture of their new budding friendship.

Mentats were a little slower than other chems in the wastes but hey Chems are chems and Nate wasn’t a bitch. Hancock being the self appointed king of Chems wha a perfect person to have with him. After the night they met that’s all they did was blow stuff up and so chems together, It was nice though. the two were able to talk the entire afternoon well into the night after everyone had when to sleep, being with a mercenary made it so Hancock was comfortable letting all his guards out for the nigh, it was his house after all. The drugged up pair were still up in the dark of that old state house room crushing up mentats and snorting them. The clear sky being the only light they really had but it was just enough. Nate and Hancock sat on the couch laughter filling the room as the two recounted their lives to each other, the two were rather fast friends but how could the two not be. A raging superhuman with anger issues and a Chem addicted walking ‘monster’, In the time they shared it brought feelings of almost trust. Nate was happy to have someone understand him, he felt like Hancock not just understood him but wanted to encourage Nate’s behavior. The two has been wrecking the wastelands, blowing up raiders up for at least a month now. How little time it felt to them, all the Chems they did definitely made things between the two clear.

The drugs were in a full effect, their brains felt like they were melting into a puddle together and they were bathing in it. Warmth is all Nate felt and to feel it with Hancock was just more bonding the world wasn’t ready for. Two violent men it was almost uncanny how calm and fun they looked in that moment. The pair had been climbing over the couches wrestling each other, Hancock was definitely losing but he couldn’t be mad if his hot friend wanted to rub up on him he was not going to complain.

“Hey Hancock not that I’m not enjoying it but your hand is in a spot” Nate’s giggles we’re almost alien to him if you didn’t know that deep down the beast that was Nate was really immature man who liked drugs and guns.

“Well hey if it’s not a problem then I should keep my hands here, maybe move them around” Hancock was taunting him trying to get Nate to fight him back.

“ well if it’s not such a problem you should press a little harder” reasoning with Hancock, Nate will always lose. “You should push a little further down.” Hancock almost thought it was a prank but he had to see where it went this beautiful man was enticing him to do more, so pulling his hands down pash Nate’s waste he lightly pressed his hands into Nate’s groin. Laying out the tiniest sigh Nate couldn’t help but throw his head back and try and communicate through body language that he wanted more of Hancock

‘This is your chance Hancock don’t blow it’ the thoughts in his mind were rampant. Nate had moaned because of him and wanted more of him. It wasn’t hard to find other guys in the common wealth but one so pristine he almost felt he needed papers for Nate. Not wasting time Hancock pushed his hands up to Nate’s face while pushing his knee closer to the larger dent in Nate’s pants.

“Come closer, I know you want more” Hancocks voice was so confident and compelling Nate could feel his body move closer into Hancocks push his body into Hancock almost entirely covering Hancocks body. The sound of Nate breathing heavily was so close to his ear, Hancock lifted his upper torso ever so slightly to just barely touch Nate’s lips. Pausing for a moment to see signs of any kind of hesitation, the only thing that could be seen though was Nate being the one to push down into a kiss. Starting out slow the two have soft short kisses, pulling away just enough to look the other in the eyes and do it all over again. Soon enough Hancocks felt the kisses become deeper and start lasting longer, Nate almost not wanting to come up for air. It became apparent Hancock would need to give the same in return so wrapping his arms around mates neck, as they stopped pulling away for each other Hancock pushed his tongue out just barely enough to even get a hold of he felt Nate slide his tongue under his into his mouth. Accepting the invasion Hancock began to play with the tongue in his mouth, the attention Nate was giving to him felt unreal, almost an animalistic approach to it.

With Nate on top of Hancock it was easy for Nate to push himself onto Hancock, leaning all his weight into him. Nate could feel his dick twitch as he kept grinding himself into Hancock body. The ghoul was warm and surprisingly quiet soft to Nate, his soft body only made Nate want him more, A strong desire to be ‘on top’ in more than one way. After letting Hancock make the first real move Nate felt he needed to step it up his game. Grabbing Hancocks hands he held then above his head pushing, Nate putting hand up his shirt slowly lifting it above Hancocks chest.

“Nice tits if they were any bigger I’d fuck em” Nate couldn’t help but crack some sly horrible joke at that moment, he really did imagine getting a boob job from Hancock but it’d just be Nate jerking his cock off on Hancocks chest. This was the first time there were gonna be together, Nate wanted to do right. Deciding Hancock hadn’t hand enough teasing, Nate pulled his pants down ever so slightly leaving Hancocks chest and boxers were exposed to him. The look Hancock was giving note was one he’d never forget. This ruthless man’s face was redder than normal, panting ever so slightly and eyes almost begging Nate to rip his clothes off right then and fuck him into the rug.

“Come on,you can’t just stare at me” Hancocks shakey voice wasn’t unheard “at least hit me with some jet” Nate was happy to comply, holding the inhaler up to Hancocks mouth he pressed the top and released the gas inside. Giving Hancock his dose had made him visibly calmer then he was, Nate had decided while watching him take the hit that Hancock was clearly in need of a different kind of love. Pulling the belt from his suit he tied Hancocks hands together and to the leg of an end table. Nate finally began to take off his vault suit leaving him in nothing but boxers and some socks with a lot of holes. Nate’s boxers looked uncomfortable, the large bulge in his pants suggested a very fun time for Hancock. Nate could feel Hancocks started at him, it really only made him harder, his friend wanted him bad. Taking Hancocks pants off completely was just torment for him, Hancock almost wanted to beg him to just rip a hole in his pants and start fucking it. With the tent that had become all to obvious in Hancocks pants Nate pulled hancock around to push his clothed ass into his dick, throwing Hancocks legs over his shoulders.

“How do you feel Hancock” Nate’s voice was lower yet concerned for him.

“It’s just really hot in here, I’m ready though, you can put your dick in me” Hancocks shy voice had been out all night but this time he spoke so clearly.

“Ok, but I can’t just start going let me touch you a little bit, I promise you’ll like it” Nate’s concerned voice was one only close people got to hear and even that was comforting to Hancock.

“I don’t mind a handsome beast like you touching me” Hancock excitement was unmistakable. When Nate ran his hand down Hancocks body he pulled his boxers down to show his cock at full attention. Nate softly grabbing his cock, doing the same to himself Nate pushed the two of themselves together. Showing his full attention to the 2 cocks pushed together Nate sit on them. Now it was a wet feeling, Nate’s cock was bigger than Hancocks for sure but how could he be mad when his beautiful dick was pushing up against his. Nate wrapping his hand around the two, gently pulling on their cocks together. The precum from Hancock just made the whole thing wetter making Nate have to pull harder. His dick felt so warm in Nate’s hand.

“Nate come’on you can’t just keep playing with me” Hancocks moaning out seemed to only make Nate’s hand pull on their cocks even slower.

“You’ll have to tell me what you want Hancock, be specific” Nate’s voice was so close to his ear it could be heard clearer then church bells.

“My demands are simple pull the rest of my clothes off, stick the more mentats in my mouth and fuck me into this floor” Hancock felt like the wind had left his body the second he finished his sentence.

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The mentats siting on the stained and cracked coffee table almost felt like they were staring right back at Nate, how could he stop himself. Pushing some down his own throat Nate grabbed Hancocks face opening his mouth while pouring the mentats into Hancock mouth.

“You demand is my command” Nate’s response hinted he was far deeper in this than Hancock had originally thought.

Happily Nate pulled Hancocks shirt up over his head leaving his hands tied and his shirt thrown around his arms. Nate had moved his hands to Hancocks chest only to hold his chest still as Nate began to kiss down his stomach. Hancock could feel his cock twitch, only for his reaction to be met with an ever so slow Nate stopping at his cock, looking Hancock in the eyes Nate wrapped the head of his shaft around his lips, using his tongue to explore the new flesh.

Hancock was almost completely stunned, Nate staring him in the eyes while continuing to suck in more of the skin, Hancock could feel Nate’s tongue on the underside of his cock making sure to give that spot extra attention. Hancocks body felt warm, and the slow wet push of a finger near his ass. Nate’s finger gently began to push inside him, as Nate began to explore Hancock, Nate’s eyes intensified as Nate began looking for any sign of distress. Seeing Hancocks face only get redder and that he has begun to pant Nate had taken it as the go ahead to begin pumping his finger.

Hancock let out a moan as he felt his ass fill, ‘what is his cock gonna feel like’. Hancock felt so different as Nate had taken his charge, his body felt so good. He felt it in his stomach he was gonna cum.

“I’m gonna cum” Hancocks whining finally pushed Nate to push into his ass faster. Hancock body pushed his dick up into Nate’s mouth, he felt the release and cooling in his body as he painted Nate’s throat white. Nate being the absolute trooper he was let Hancock push into his throat not wanting to waste a drop of cum. How long it’s been since Nate’s dead wife allowed him to be himself and suck some dick, too long.

Finally pulling up off Hancocks dick Nate said “still want me to fuck you into the floor, seems only fair after only you’ve cum, hmm” the hum in his voice sounded hungry.

Hancock turned himself over onto his stomach to wave his ass towards Nate “come on big guy, stick your fat cock up my ass” Hancocks voice was a command to Nate. Grabbing his ass Nate pulled his checks apart, if he was going to fuck Hancock as hard as he wanted Nate wasn’t going in dry. Nate felt so comfortable pushing his tongue all over Hancocks taint, feeling like that would be enough on his ass Nate spat into his hand and began to rub it into his dick taking his time lining his cock up to Hancocks hole. Soft gentle massage could be felt on Hancocks hips.

“Please tell me if I hurt you” Nate’s concern filled voice reminded Hancock Nate really does care for him after everything said and done. Only a quick nod was returned, Hancock felt his hole stretch to fit even the tip of Nate, he wasn’t small by any means. Discomfort slowly turning to pleasure as Nate quickly hit Hancocks prostate. Noticing the loud moan out of him Nate focused all his energy on that spot in his ass. Nate’s hands staring to hold on tighter to his skin, gripping his hips Nate did something a little unexpected by slapping Hancocks ass.

“OH FUCK, do that again, slap my ass!” Hancocks begging was instant he didn’t even know he liked it but fuck he wanted Nate to slap him around.

Fueling the fire inside Nate he had begun to seem to go harder. Holding Hancocks ass with one hand while the other left red prints as Hancock moaned it out. Nate began to pull his ass onto his dick, he wanted to cum in his ass he wanted to mark Hancock as his, he could feel himself getting closer, Nate couldn’t let Hancock cum after him he needed to last long, grabbing onto Hancocks dick again he pulled on the skin feeling the twitching in his dick he knew Hancock was going to lose it.

Nate was right as within a minute Hancocks dick burst into Nate’s hand, the sight gave Nate what he needed to finally bury his cock deep in Hancocks ass and let himself cum. Little trusts here and there to rid out his high.

“Oh fuck Hancock your ass, you have not idea” Nate’s huffs could be considered words as he rolled over and out of his ass.

“So my ass is that good huh” Hancock let a little awkward hoping this was going to make anything weird.

“Look I can’t ask you to like be my boyfriend or anything really but can we at least keep doing this” Nate said, he wanted Hancock just as much as Hancock did.

“Absolutely”

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