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bachissidehoe · 7 months

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catalyst - chigiri h.

chapter 4 of 7 in the blue lock band series. chapter 1. chapter 2. chapter 3. chapter 5. chapter 6. chapter 7.

synopsis: chigiri arrives to pre-show early, running into y/n, and decides to finally take his chance with her, providing her with a distraction from his bandmate she can't seem to stop crushing on. and for some reason, y/n is extra desperate for those guitarist fingers.

warnings: smut; penetration; unprotected sex; degradation; praise; teasing; multiple orgasms; overstimulation; rough sex; dominant!chigiri; submissive!reader; fem reader; minors DNI

disclaimer: all songs referenced are credited to THE DEEP END

w.c. 3.6k

A night with Sae was all she needed to get more information out of him, to understand him better, to the point where y/n finds herself working on a Sae-specific article. After “talking to” Sae, y/n barged into Reo’s office the next morning to tell him her idea- to make a series diving into each of the band members- including their history, their likes, their favorite parts of being in the band- anything a potential fan would be interested to know about them.

For example, Sae remains insistent on “Look at the Mess You Made” being in the setlist, something y/n didn’t understand before, but now she knows that Sae feels proud that he wrote it and likes to show it off to the crowd. Though he doesn’t act emotional, Sae has talent, and he enjoys when people recognize it.

So now y/n sits, working diligently on her writing while she waits for the boys to arrive to begin preparing for tonight’s show.

“Hey, y/n.”

She looks up, met with a familiar pair of pink eyes that always seem to have a glint of mischievousness in them. Today is no different.

“Hyooooooma~” She sings, earning a bright smile from the pretty lead guitarist.

Chigiri’s always been a difficult one to pin down, he’s so flirty and cute, but she can never tell when- or if- he’s joking. Back before the band got famous and y/n developed a close friendship with Isagi, he always acted like he was jealous, but it was always followed up with laughs. Regardless, y/n has adapted to Chigiri’s cutesy, funny personality, and honestly, he’s insanely enjoyable to be around.

Since y/n started working for Blue Lock, she’s actually been the closest with Chigiri. They hang out a lot, joke and laugh together, always grabbing food or hanging out after practice, and he’s always the first to high five her after a performance.

“Why are you here early?” Chigiri asks, settling into the beanbag chair opposite y/n, taking his acoustic guitar out of its case.

“I could ask the same for you.” Y/n replies.

“Uh, well I asked, so you first.” He grins.

“Fine. I’m working on an article.” She admits, turning her laptop around to show him.

“‘Bout what?”

“I’ll tell you after you tell me why you’re here.”

“Fine.” He strums a few chords on his guitar. “I wanted to practice a new song. I know we’re still on tour, but I’m really excited about this one. We’ve been working on it here and there- but I finished it and wanted to practice.”

“Can I hear it?”

“Ah ah ah~ your turn. Tell me what you’re writing about.”

She sighs dramatically, as if it’s exhausting and impossible to meet his demand. “It’s about Sae.”

Chigiri tilts his head. “Why?” He asks, sounding slightly annoyed.

“I’m doing an article about each of you and publishing it to your social media. You know, helping the fans get to know each of you. You didn’t see the Isagi one?”

“No, guess I didn’t. That’s cool though.” He pauses. “When’s mine?”

She shrugs. “Gotta like, get to know you better I guess. Spend some time with you or do an interview I dunno.” It’s not entirely true, considering she knows Chigiri more than well enough to write an article about him. But after her recent interaction with the band’s drummer, she was particularly excited to work on this one.

“When did you spend time with Sae?” He chuckles, though it’s clear there’s a hint of nervousness.

She stops, peeking up at him from her laptop. “Um, I dunno the other day- why don’t you play me that song you wrote.”

“It’s just that you and Sae don’t seem to be that close.”

“We’re not. What’s the song called?”

“What did you guys even do?”

“Just like vibed. Is it an acoustic song?”

“Y/n.”

“Hyoma.” She breathes. Maybe she should have approached it better. It’s not like she has a way out of this now, but she would have much preferred never speaking of her encounter with Itoshi Sae ever again. Not because it was bad, obviously, but because it probably shouldn’t have happened.

“Did you hook up with Sae?” He asks, an eyebrow raised.

“Why would that be the first thing you jump to?” She scoffs, as if she’s offended.

“Because I’m right, aren’t I?” He twirls a strand of his long pink hair around his finger.

She sighs.

“So you’re writing an article about him because you guys fucked?”

“No, I’m writing an article about him because that’s the plan Reo and I discussed.” She lowers her voice. “And we also happen to have fucked.” She says through the corner of her mouth.

“I knew it!”

“Can you just not say anything about it, please? It just kinda happened. But I got to learn more about him, so it was helpful for this task, in a way.” She pauses. “Now play me your song.”

Chigiri chuckles. “Alright, whatever. But just know I’m sure I could do better than Sae. If an Isagi distraction is what you’re looking for.”

Y/n groans. “Nooooo that’s not itttttt.” She drags out her words. But to be fair, fucking Sae did help a lot with her Isagi problem. Same with Bachira. For a few days or so, she hardly thought about Isagi at all.

Also, after fucking Sae, it’s become more apparent that there’s no way Isagi would want to date her, considering she seems to be making her way through his entire band.

“Whatever.” He says with a light shrug, beginning to strum some chords on his guitar.

Chigiri Hyoma is the epitome of a good guitarist, exactly what a rock band would be looking for. He’s got the long hair, the sarcastic attitude, and those fast fingers that never seem to miss a note. Come to think of it, as y/n watches his expert fingers pluck the strings so delicately yet so dominantly- she can’t help but shift a bit in her seat.

“So it goes like- all I am is a catalyst, all I am is a way back home~” He sings it, though doesn’t use his actual singing voice, more like humming without trying.

“You’re not actually singing?” She chuckles, but still can’t take her eyes off how those damn fingers move. Would they be better than Isagi’s? They both play guitar, after all, but somehow it just looks different when Chigiri’s playing.

“Huh? I’m not just gonna sing at you. Cringe.”

Y/n laughs. “You’re literally in a band? You sing for a living?”

“Not really, I do backup vocals. My singing voice is just okay. Plus, even if you have a good singing voice it’s still cringe as hell to sing at someone.” He points his index finger at her, as if he’s accusing her of something.

And y/n watches that finger, intently, her eyes dazed as she slips deeper into her forbidden daydream about him- Chigiri Hyoma, the lead guitarist of Blue Lock, known for his speed on the guitar and his amazing live guitar solos. She wonders how many girls have gotten to experience him like that, with those fingers.

“Uh? Y/n?” He waves his hand in front of her, forcing her back to reality. An unfortunate reality where he’s not fucking her. Maybe hooking up with Sae wasn’t enough to calm her insatiable horniness.

“Oh, sorry.” She chuckles. “Zoned out.”

“Uh. Huh.” He says, raising an eyebrow as he watches her cheeks become dusted in pink. She nervously looks away from him, her eyes darting to the ceiling. “What were ya thinking about? Hm?”

Y/n just shrugs, becoming more heated by the second. She doesn’t understand why it’s suddenly like this, why she feels like she could pounce on him at any time. Sure, he’s hot, she’s always thought so, but she’s never felt like a cat in heat around him. Maybe it’s what he said about being an Isagi distraction, or how he played the guitar, or how he looked at her-

“Nothing.” She replies quietly, as if she’s not so sure.

His voice is softer now too, quieter, more intense than usual. “I dunno y/n.” A smirk begins to dance at the corners of his lips, a smirk y/n can’t see since she’s so adamant about looking anywhere but his face. “Remember the other night when you told me to take a chance if I saw it?”

She reflects, taking a moment to process the context he’s referring to- back in the bar, when he was drunk off his ass and she was rushing to find an excuse to leave. She doesn’t know exactly why she said that to Chigiri. She could have said anything else. But she chose to give him a reason to chase her.

“Oh. Yeah, um. I remember.”

Chigiri places his guitar to the side, leaning forward to grasp y/n’s wrist. She doesn’t fight it.

“Well the chance is here, and I’m taking it.” He says, swiftly pulling her forward so she stumbles, collapsing onto the beanbag chair he sits on. He grabs her hips so she lands in his lap facing him, catching her completely off guard.

“You want this, yeah?” He stops himself, leaning forward but maintaining distance between their lips.

“Mhm.” She finds herself nodding, hoping he’ll close that gap, hoping he’ll just take her.

“You always coulda come asked, you know I’ve always wanted you.” He places a finger under her chin, still holding her face just inches from his. It’s almost painful how he’s refusing to take the leap, it’s making her shift in his lap, making her want to just grab him and force it.

“No- um, you were always just joking- I thought.” She leans forward slightly, but he leans back.

“Maybe I was saying it jokingly, but I was never actually joking.” He chuckles, looking down at her as she grows more desperate by the second.

“Okay-“ She attempts to close the gap again, but again is met with resistance. He smirks, as if it’s all a game to him.

“Why the pouty face?” He asks, taunting her.

“Why won’t you kiss me?” She whines.

“Oh you wanna kiss me? I couldn’t tell.” He teases her more, which leads y/n to quickly realize that he’s likely getting turned on watching her suffer like this. “You actually want me, y/n?”

“Yes I want you.” She sighs, attempting to lean forward once more.

He blocks her, holding his finger to her lips. She nearly bites it out of frustration, but the teasing little prick would probably like that.

“Okay. Beg.” He smirks, his eyes lit with a new flame, a sadistic pink fire, a strand of his gorgeous soft hair falling between his eyes.

Y/n can’t help but squeeze her legs together at his words, the pressure becoming more unbearable the more he holds out on her. It would feel pathetic to beg, which is exactly what he wants. On the other hand, if someone walks in and it forces an end to their encounter before she gets what she needs, that’s even worse. She’d rather feel pathetic than get nothing.

“Please kiss me.” She whines.

“I don’t think you want it enough.”

She balls her fists together, feeling her knuckles whiten from the frustration. “I do want it, fuck, I want you to kiss me and then kiss me more, then use those pretty fingers and fuck me please~” She sings, praying her pathetic attempt at pleasing his sadistic nature is enough.

She doesn’t have time to break down the context around Chigiri’s approach to the situation, frankly she doesn’t care. It doesn’t matter what his kink is, she wants it so bad right now she’d do nearly anything to have him. She doesn’t know what’s come over her, Chigiri Hyoma just has that effect.

And all he does is chuckle. He’s acting like he doesn’t even want her. And it’s making her more aroused with every passing second, she can practically feel her pussy dripping through the thin fabric of her clothes, her clit pulsing as it begs for some relief.

“You were the one who told me you’re taking the chance.” She pouts, her voice coming out whiny and desperate. She doesn’t even care how she sounds anymore.

“I’m sorry beautiful, I just can’t help but love seeing you so pathetic.” He glides a gorgeous finger through her soft silky hair. Even just the lightest touch is enough to make her shift, clasping her legs tighter together.

“I am pathetic, Hyoma.” She sighs. “I can’t leave here without feeling you inside me.”

“And it’s me you want? Right pretty girl?” He caresses the side of her face delicately, yet it almost feels like he’ll snap and break her. At least she hopes he does.

“Just you, Hyoma, fuck. Please just do something, anything, or let me go so I can go think about you when I fuck mys-”

Finally, the switch that Chigiri Hyoma’s been grasping onto this entire time, through all his jokes and innuendos, through the way he watched her look at Isagi Yoichi, flips. His delicate touch turns lethal as his thumb presses into the skin of her neck, his other hand moving to grip the back of her hair with a forceful tug. And he kisses her, his lips immediately rough, wasting no time shoving his tongue between her lips like he’s splitting them apart.

She submits entirely, letting her body go limp as the pressure from his thumb on her neck makes her vision blurry and her brain foggy. He’s only kissing her, yet she has no fight left. He’s already won, already forced her into submission before she can even think to fight.

The only thing she can do is beg and plead, ask him for more, whine into his mouth and let him swallow every single one of her noises until his fingers press at her clothed area, clothes that are wet enough to feel like she bathed in them.

“Please, please take them off, please Hyoma.” She whines, her jaw slack and her tongue almost hanging out, desperate to continue tasting his pretty pink lips.

But Chigiri Hyoma- evidently- gets off more to teasing her than he would if he actually fucked her.

“Ah, but do you deserve it?” He snickers, his face disappearing into her neck. His tongue slurps and sucks at her skin, his teeth grazing her like he’s threatening to suck her blood. The others held back with leaving visible marks, even if they did leave a few hickeys only to be seen under her clothes, but Chigiri clearly has a point to prove. He ruins her neck with dark purple marks, littering them on every part of her exposed skin as his fingers dance across her clothed entrance.

“I do~ I do deserve it~” She whines, the pain of his teeth on her skin melting away from the short bursts of pleasure she gets when his fingers only lightly touch her clit through her soaked panties.

“I wonder how fast you’ll cum~” He whispers into her ear, biting and sucking on the lobe.

“Please.” She whispers, her desperate attempts at begging proving not to be as effective as she’d like.

He finally slips a finger under her panties, gathering her arousal on the pads of his two fingers as he plays with her soggy lower lips.

“Ah~” She gasps, her breath stuck in the back of her throat and her mouth parted as her eyes blur with a layer of frustrated tears.

He teases, slipping the tip of a single finger into her hole, inciting a short whine before removing it just as quickly as he started it. Instead, he moves it to press on her clit, rubbing light circles as she bites her lip, all while he still attacks her neck, making no attempts to end his assault.

“Fuck~” She feels her muscles tense up, a roaring flame hurdling through her body at top speed. And she cums, just from him pressing her clit a few times, unable to handle the teasing anymore.

“Ah, babygirl, you came just from that? Poor thing, can’t handle me.” He rasps into her ear, refusing to let her come down from her orgasm before finally separating her dripping pussy lips and forcing two fingers inside until they physically can’t go in further.

“Hyoma~” She sings it like a lullaby, her vision completely clouded as his fingers provide her with nothing short of pure ecstasy, fucking her hard and fast, swishing around between her gummy walls, exposing her to the magic fingers she’s been desperately begging for this entire time.

It only takes a moment before she’s cumming around his fingers again, performing a feat she didn’t think was possible. She’s never cum back to back like that in her entire life.

“Fuck, Hyoma~ I-” Her orgasm rips through her used body like a sword cutting her in half, the fluids rushing to coat his already soaking fingers.

“Fuccckkk~ I love those pretty sounds babygirl.” He coaxes her through her high before removing his fingers, moving his lips back to connect with her tired ones. “I think I’m ready to fuck the shit outta you~”

She can only whine, a bead of drool dripping from the corner of her mouth as he pulls away from her, focusing his attention on unzipping his pants to free his bulging cock. He’s been teasing her, sure, but teasing himself as well.

“Yes, yes, whatever you have~ I can take it~”

Before she can process it, her panties are discarded, and his cock is ramming into her dripping walls relentlessly, bullying into her like he attempts to break her.

“Ah, fuck~ That’s a good girl. I can handle a little more than you can, though.” He chuckles, placing his thumb over her neck once again, enough to make her gasp. “I won’t cum just from a simple touch, unlike you.” He degrades her, but praises her at the same time. Such a tease. Y/n doesn’t know if she’s been more turned on in her entire life.

He holds her in his lap, pounding upward into her, every thrust forcing ungodly noises from deep within her throat.

“Look at you, that pretty cunt taking me so well~”

“Mhm~” She groans, his cock ramming her g-spot as he turns her inside out. She didn’t think it was possible for her to cum so much and so quickly, but it seems like Chigiri Hyoma unlocked a teasing kink y/n didn’t know she had. “G’na, g’na cum, mmm, again~” She whines, overstimulation tears dribbling down her face.

“That’s a good girl~” He hums, holding her limp body as she cums for a third time, sucking in his cock like she desperately needs it to survive the stimulation.

He doesn’t let up, though, forcing his cock into her over and over again, somehow reaching deeper when y/n thought it wasn’t possible. But she needs it, she needs his cock to destroy her and tell her she can take it, she needs his cum to fill every inch of her needy cunt.

“That’s it, getting close babygirl~ fuck~” He groans, flipping her over in the beanbag chair so she’s on her back, never letting his dick slip from her slick hole, his long hair falling in front of his face. He holds her limp body like he owns it, ramming into her even harder and faster than he was before.

“Cumming~ agh~ gonna fill you up, fuck~” He finally finishes, releasing his thick load inside her until she’s dripping, sliding his cock out of her and watching his milky cum slide out with it.

Y/n’s head falls back, her jaw slack and her vision still blurry. She can only whine every time he says anything. If she still has to work during this show, she might just get fired.

“Oh, you poor thing. No more. Don’t worry.” He chuckles, sliding her panties up her legs and under her skirt, lightly ruffling her already messy hair.

“Um, did I interrupt something?” Another voice is heard from the door, causing y/n to suddenly force herself back into reality and snap her head toward the entrance to the dressing room.

“Nah Isagi, was just finishing up. You can have her back now, if you need her.” Chigiri taunts, zipping up his pants and standing up from where y/n still lays almost lifeless.

“Yoichi…” She manages, watching Isagi awkwardly scratch behind his head. Her gaze shifts to Chigiri, who seems to have no issue talking about her like she’s an object to be passed around.

“I, uh, it’s not like she was necessarily mine anyway…” He says with a light chuckle, his cheeks still flushed from catching the tail end of her and Chigiri’s interaction.

“Hear that y/n? You deserve better anyway.”

“Let’s not do that-” Isagi starts, but y/n interrupts, almost like the post nut clarity finally forces her to think logically.

“No, no. I’ll do what I want. If I’m a slut being used by the whole band, then so be it.” She sits up with a smirk. “I kind of like it that way anyway.”

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strangersteddierthings · 9 months

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Steve, Gareth and Chrissy are cousins AU (sad edition) [prologue] [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Final Part]

Wayne Munson wasn't sure what to expect from Gareth's phone call, but a hole in the roof to what appears to be a reflection of his home covered in vines and extension cords with the sounds of power tools was not it. That's partially untrue; he did have an expectation. He expected to find his traumatized nephew hiding in his bedroom.

"What the fuck," he whispers to himself, staring up at the ceiling. He's seen a lot of weird shit in his time, so he takes a couple of deep breaths before he pulls his eyes away from the hole to head down the hall. Ever fiber in him knows that he's not going to find Eddie in the safety of his room, or the in the bathroom, but instead, through that hole in the ceiling.

Still. He checks just in case.

With no Eddie in sight, Wayne heaves a sigh as he stands below, staring up at the mattress on the floor of his living room, a mirror of the one he is also standing on. It's been a hot minute since he's had to climb any sort of rope but whoever made the sheet rope had the smarts to knot it, so it's not the climb that ends up being difficult. It's the shift in gravity that he wasn't expecting.

He has just enough time to turn enough so he lands on his back instead of his head. Thank God for the mattress, could have been worse, but it still winds him.

He finally gets to his feet just in time for the front door to be ripped open and some boy he doesn't recognize stands ready to throw a hatchet at him.

"Whoa!" Wayne throughs his hands up to show he's unarmed.

"Holy shit," the boy sags, arms dropping, though he's careful with lowering the hand holding the hatchet so Wayne's gotta give him a little respect. Eddie woulda just ended up slashing himself probably. Speaking of Eddie.

"Where's Eddie?"

The hatchet raises again, though the boy takes a stance less like he's going to throw it and more like he's ready to charge forward with it. "Who's asking? How you get here?"

"What's in there, Steve!?" A voice Wayne doesn't recognize calls from somewhere behind the boy.

"This is my home, boy. Or, that is," Wayne points up to the hole and watches the boy as a myriad of emotions cross his face. Wayne watches him back a few steps out the door and look up.

"Eddie! Your dad just dropped through the gate!"

"My dad!?" He hears Eddie- he hears Eddie! Wayne is out the door, crowding into the boy's space, turning to look where the boy was looking. He sees Eddie. Eddie on the roof, a tangle of cables in his hands.

The both just stare at each other for a moment before Wayne barks, "Get your ass down here, son!"

Eddie scrambles into action. The cords get dropped and Eddie vanishes from sight. Wayne hears the sound of him clambering down the side of the trailer. Wayne takes this time to step off the small porch and onto the ground, looking back and forth between the two ends of the trailer, unsure which side Eddie's going to appear from.

"Wayne!" Eddie calls from his right side, and Wayne turns just in time to catch an armful of his nephew.

Wayne sends Steve back through the gate to fetch a backpack he has hidden in a cupboard above the dryer. He was right when he'd told Steve he'd know it when he saw it. Steve's got to climb the dryer to look on the top shelf, but there's only one backpack in the whole cupboard, black, shoved against the back, and bursting at the seams.

Wayne had said it was full of emergency supplies and it looks like he wasn't joking.

He drops back into the Upside Down and finds Wayne waiting in the room. There's thumping on the roof that draws his attention.

"I'm makin' Eddie cover up the vents. He probably woulda gotten around to it 'fore I interrupted earlier, of course, but sometimes ya gotta remind him 'bout things. Thanks, son," Wayne explains and takes the backpack from Steve, turning to place it on the counter beside him and digs into it. He watches as Wayne pulls out a bunch of stuff -rope, flashlights, box of matches, and more- before shuffling out a box with a handle on it, pushing the backpack away to set the box down and flick it open.

Inside is a pistol.

"How long have you had that?" Steve asks.

"A coupla decades," Wayne answers.

"Has it always been in that cupboard?"

"Since I got custody of Eddie in '77."

Steve moves around him, climbing the dryer and opening the cupboard. The same black backpack sits shoved to the back, not stuffed nearly as full at the one he brought through the gate. Steve pulls it out and jumps off the dryer, before setting this backpack down and repeating what Wayne did, pulling out the same handled box. Then he looks up to Wayne, who looks pleased.

"Given what y'all told me, I think two's gonna be better than one. Y'know how to use that, son?"

"No," Steve shakes his head, "but Nancy does. She's got the shotgun, though. Will she need a pistol, too?"

"Dunno. Your mind wizard could pull it from her hands. Best to have a backup. Send her in here."

With a nod, Steve goes to find Nancy and then help finish boarding up the vents.

When Wayne and Nancy emerge from the trailer, they have a new plan. Robin will stay behind and help team distraction, just in case. Wayne's going to be coming with Steve and Nancy. Eddie tries to argue, but a stern look and small speech about how Wayne's not going to let any of "you children" walk into danger shuts Eddie down quick. Wayne's the only one with military training, infiltration training, so it's an obvious choice anyway.

That would have been fine and good, except before they leave, Eddie calls out. Says to make him pay. And Steve doesn't know the Munsons beyond this terrible week, but he does know what a face looks like when filled with grim determination and a willingness to die for someone else. He sees it on Eddie's face. He thinks Wayne sees the same thing he does on Eddie's face.

They make it only a couple of trailers away before Steve has to ask, "you think Eddie will do something stupid?"

"Worse," Wayne says, "I think he'll do something brave."

"I'm switching with Robin," Steve decides.

"What? Why? I thought you wanted to get back at Vecna. For Chrissy," Nancy asks. No accusingly, but curious and concerned.

"Not at the expense of someone else's life. I'm going to switch with Robin. Eddie's not going to be able to overpower me if he wants to try something brave."

Nancy and Wayne nod at him, and Steve jogs back, calling out for Robin when they're closer.

She runs to meet him, "what happened?"

"Nothing. You're going instead."

Robin scans his face, and says, "okay."

Steve gives her his Vecna-fighting equipment, and the backpack of molotov cocktails, and she heads off while Steve moves to the trailer, where Eddie and Dustin are finishing things up and both look surprised to see Steve instead of Robin.

"Steve? Why're you back?" Dustin asks.

He grins. "I've decided I'm no hero. I'd rather be the babysitter."

Lucas can't imagine how this would be playing out if Gareth wasn't here. Gareth was keeping eyes on Erica while Lucas watched Max, and shortly after Max cut off mid-sentence, Gareth had gasped, writing furiously on his notebook and rushing down the stairs as quietly as possible, closing the door behind him.

Lucas grabs the notebook to read it quickly. Someone tackled Erica. Going to investigate.

A short while later Lucas hears the sound of fighting, and even though he wants to go help, he has to wait. Max can't put the headphones on herself and he can't abandon her. He's got to trust that Gareth will figure it out.

Max starts to float, and Lucas is in the process of dragging a chair that looks like it'll support his weight to stand on and get the headphones over her ears when the door flied open and there stands Jason Carver. The sight freezes Lucas in place.

"What the fuck!?" Carver says, and it's then that Lucas sees the gun he has. Where's Erica? Where's Gareth? He didn't hear a gunshot but-

"AAH!" Gareth yells as he barrels up the stairs. Jason turns, and Lucas takes a step towards them but Gareth shouts, "MAX!" and Lucas is back on task. He climbs the chair and places the headphones on Max, pressing plays and making sure the volume is up as loud as possible before stuffing the walkman in the pocket of her hoodie.

Lucas doesn't know what happens, but he hears the gunshot and then the sound of someone crashing down the stairs. He looks quickly to see that Gareth is the one of the top of the stairs.

"Holy shit!" Lucas yelps, jumping off the chair. The noise makes Gareth turn around, startled. "Holy shit." Lucas repeats, because there is blood spreading quickly across Gareth's shirt.

"I think he shot me," Gareth says, quiet and scared, before he slumps to the floor.

Lucas doesn't know what to do, he needs to go call an ambulance but Max could still be in danger-

"Holy shit, is Jason dead!?" Erica screams from the floor below and Lucas shouts back, "Go call an ambulance, he shot Gareth!"

Erica doesn't say any more but he can hear her running away. He rushes to Gareth and rolls him over before pulling his own shirt up and off to press against the bullet hole.

Max drops, and it's a rough landing, but she's cursing about it so she's not dead. It'll be fine that she's mad at him for not catching her, especially if it means Gareth doesn't bleed to death instead.

#steve‚ gareth‚ and chrissy are cousins au #my fic #i cant remember if eddie ever even talks about wayne in the show #and if he did idk if he clarified that wayne is his uncle #so im going with he didnt clarify that info with steve so steve thinks wayne is his dad #tee hee #the next part is the final part! the Aftermath

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kittyball23 · 5 months

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Mellow Yellow (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: JD takes what he sees as the ‘necessary’ measure to keep Clay living up to his Fun Boy persona

A/N: Wanted to pump one more oneshot out before the year’s end! This one is in celebration of New Hair's Eve lol

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“Hold still, Clay!”

“Ow! But you’re hurting me, John Dory!”

John Dory dismissed his younger brother with a raspberry that he blew. “Pfft. How do you expect the color to stay if you don’t scrub-a-dub-dub it in? Huh?” To emphasize his point, JD really began to grind into Clay’s scalp with his fingers, working the product into the Troll’s head.

“That’s just it,” Clay groaned, “I don’t want it to. I don’t think this is even necessary!”

JD just continued what he was doing, bending his head some so that he could speak directly into Clay’s ear, loud and clear. “Clay, I’m gonna give you the best advice you can take and tell ya to follow the ‘don’t think’ part of what you just said. I, as I’m sure you can remember, am your leader. I’ll do all the thinkin’ for you. And besides, how much thinkin’ do you gotta do when you’re the Fun Guy? You just go out and have fun!”

Clay rolled his eyes. “Who put you in charge in the first place?” he grumbled in annoyance.

JD sighed, as if Clay should have known this already. “Bro, when you’re the oldest, the role automatically goes to you. And I’m doing a pretty good job at keepin’ us all in line, if I do say so myself.”

Ego much? Clay thought, almost disgusted at how highly his brother thought of himself. He didn’t say anything though. Whenever he, or any of the bros contraindicated him, they always found that whatever they had to say was usually in one ear and out the other, unless it was them flat-out agreeing with what John Dory said.

“Plus,” JD continued cockily, “I’m the smartest, too!”

Okay, so maybe joke-telling wasn’t supposed to be John Dory’s specialty, as he was not the assigned ‘Fun Boy’ of the group, but boy was that a good one. Clay cracked up, leaving JD baffled.

“Hey, what’s so funny?” he asked.

Clay chuckled a few more times, wiping a tear from his eye and fibbing. “Nothing, bro! I was, um… I just thought of this great joke. Yeah!” He grimaced a little, hoping John Dory wouldn’t ask what it was and, to his relief, he didn’t. He patted the younger Troll on the back.

“Ah-ha! Now, that’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout! Embracing the role that you were born to take. That’s the spirit!”

Clay brushed him off. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, can you just finish up already?”

JD nodded enthusiastically. “Say no more, brother. I’ll have you fixed up in a jiffy!”

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Even though John Dory’s ‘jiffy’ took well over an hour, Clay still felt the same sense of freedom after being released from JD’s hold… and the same sense of dismay as he looked into the mirror.

“Ah, whaddya think?” JD prompted, nudging him with his elbow. “Pretty good, huh?”

Clay glanced at him. “I thought you said not to think.”

JD scoffed. “Just tell me.”

Clay reluctantly looked back in the mirror, tilting his head in scrutiny of his reflection. “I don’t know… I wish it was still green,” he finally admitted.

JD slung an arm around his brother. “Clay, yellow is a fun color. It totally works! And green is my signature color. We can’t have two of the same color in the band - we gotta have a rainbro! More appealing to the eye!”

Clay wasn’t fully convinced. He reached up, touching strands that were a fabricated lemony-yellow instead of his preferred natural lime-green. “I don’t know…” he said again.

“You’ll get used to it,” John Dory assured, not wanting to dwell on it any longer. He then turned from Clay and clapped his hands together once. “Alright! How’s our frosty-baby-blue coming along?”

Clay followed his older brother as they entered the next room over and found Spruce and Floyd with Branch.

“Just about done!” the purple-haired Troll said with a thumbs up.

“Just one more piece…” Floyd said, carefully plucking out the last of the foil out from the top of the baby’s head, and leaving their youngest bro with brilliant white tips and a bright smile to match.

John Dory whistled in delight. “Woooweee! That looks brodacious!”

Clay smiled down at his little bro. It really does look ‘brodacious,’ he could agree.

A lot more than MY hair does…

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A/N: I have 3 different theories for the change in Clay’s hair color. 1) He dyed it when he was older from yellow to green as a way to camouflage and also to cut ties with his old boyband self. 2) His hair naturally changed from yellow to green as he grew up. Or 3) He was forced to have his hair dyed from green to yellow per JD

Anyhow, Happy New Year 2024, folks! 🥳🎉👏

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #john dory #clay trolls #branch trolls #spruce trolls #floyd trolls #brozone #dreamworks #fanfiction #kittyball writes #brodacious fanfiction

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ghostismybbygorl · 1 year

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You're ours

Alright my thirsties time to feed you with some

Soap x ghost x afab! reader

Nsfw

Minors do not interact

Summary: you grew tired of ghost and decided to try someone and something new.

Warnings: sex, unprotected sex, anal play, anal, threesome, uhh sex stuff you know. Consent is key to a threesome bitches

word count: 2,86

i proof read it with grammary but i don't know if it corrected anything so sorry not sorry

You grew tired of fucking just ghost, you wanted to branch out and see other people. The two of you established that the relationship was strictly friends with benefits and that if he heard anything about it he’ll break it off immediately so, the thought of you fucking someone else wasn’t a concern of it to him. You decided that ghost should be jealous of you and make you his girl to fuck. You thought of what to do and decided that it was time to pick a new partner. You walked into the kitchen area in search to find him. You passed ghost without looking and walked right up to soap. He was of course shoving food in his mouth acting as if he didn't just eat 3 hours ago. You sat next to him pulling out your phone and scrolling through TikTok. You found a video that made you giggle. Soap looked over to see what you where giggling at and you showed him,

“Oh thats fucking funny!” he laughed “you gotta send me that!”

“What’s your number ill text you it” you smiled (your plan had worked)

You handed your phone to him and he put his number in

Soap😈

He then took a selfie of himself and handed it to you. You glanced at ghost to find him staring daggers into you.

“What what are you doing tonight?” you asked

“Not much thinking bout just playin some games, what about you?” he replied scooping another piece of food into his mouth.

“I was thinking about getting a couple of friends together since I'm in my hometown and hit the city for some drinks.” you put your hand on his arm “ you should totally go!’ you’d love my friends and we can bring gaz, price, and ghost”

“That does sound fun! Hey, LT you wanna go out? y/n is thinking about getting the gang together to the city!” soap pointed his spoon toward him

Ghost shook his head “can’t got paperwork to do.”

You put your hands on your cheeks “cmooonnn ghoosty we’d have so much fun!” (and i can get you jelous)

Ghost rolled his eyes “ill think about it”

You got up ruffled soaps hair “ill text you the deeds”

Soap nodded shoving another spoonful of food

“Shes cute” he said to ghost

Ghost sighed through his nose “Stay away from her she’s trouble”

“Yet you say that to anyone who you dont trust”

“Im usually right” ghost got out of his chair and walked past soap bending down pulling his mask up slightly

“also i have 20 minutes of free time” he bit soaps ear and walked away pulling his mask down with soap trailing behind him like a puppy.

You planned on meeting your friends at 7 and that you’d take a uber over. Ghost, gaz, and soap, surprising price and a couple other soldiers decided to join. You met your friends and introduced them to everyone. You clung on to soap like glue the whole night laughing at his dry jokes grazing you hand next to his, accidentally touching his hand when he bought you drinks. Your plan is doing well because before the team got in the uber soap whispered

“ my room one hour” you knew you he snagged the bait.

You stood in front of soap's door gently knocking on it. He opened and in one swift move he had you pinned against the wall your legs wrapped around him in a heated kiss

“Ive wanted to fuck you all night” he growled “cheeky little minx thinking you're sly with the gentle touches”

he trailed his lips down your neck leaving a hickey visible for the naked eye to see. He threw you down onto the bed taking off your clothes and trailing his mouth down towards your slit leaving hickeys all over your body. Ghost will definitely see these next time he fucks you. You moaned when soap licked your folds watching your eyes. He kissed your pussy

“Im gonna make you scream tonight lass.” he licked again “gonna make you feel really good”

he dove in eating you out like it was his last meal making you squirm and whimper trying to stay quiet.

“C’mom baby let it all out i want to hear your name roll of that sexy mouth of yours.”

He shoved two fingers in you causing you to gasp and let out a loud moan “mmmmmmuh soap!”

he let out a low growl sucking on your clit. You started to feel build up in you heat. Clenching hard around soaps fingers

“that it love, fucking cum all over my hands”

he pumped them faster hitting your g-spot every time. You moaned his name like it was a prayer grabbing onto his hair as your rode out your orgasm.

Soap moaned “taste so fucking good baby i could eat you out all day”

he gave another lick over your clit before he started trailing kisses up your body eventually getting to your lips. He left gentle kisses then proceeded to take his shirt and jeans off revealing his hard-on under his briefs. He palmed himself enjoying the view of you “youch yourself” he said hovering over you. You did as he wanted rubbing your sensitive clit. He kissed your nipple and started sucking it and palming the other occasionally switching sides while you chased your high “mnh soap i-i cant” you sighed out “need help” soap let go of your breast and smirked trailing his hand down to finger you again. You pulled your hands away so he could please you but he grabbed it and set it back on your clit.

“Lets do this together yeah?”

you nodded starting to rub soft circles. He kissed you gently nipping at your lip smirking

“ youre so fucking sexy i could please you all night”

he quickened his pace causing your breath to hitch you let out another loud moan. You rubbed your clit faster feeling your body shake as you rode your seccond orgasm

“god i want you so baaad” you cried out sqirting all over his hands

“please soap i want you to fuck me~” you panted

Soap took his finger out of you licking them

“ you want me eh? Gotta work for it first”

He pulled his breifs down revealing his dick. You gawked at it. He was about average size but he was thick and uncut. Soap pulled yoh out of your trance

“Never seen a dick before?”

You stumbled over gently grabbing it in your hamds pumping it a couple times watching the foreskin move up and down mesmerized by it. Soap chuckled

“never seen one like this?”

“No” you mumbled shyly “everyone ive been with have been cut”

Soap tilted your head up

“Bout to change your perspective” he winked

You wrapped your lips around the tip gently dragging your tongue up the frenulum stopping causing a soap to hitch his breath

“Fuuck~” he moand gripping your hair and pushing your head lower

“C,mon love take it all in that pretty mouth of yours”

You looked up at him licking from the base up to the tip bobbing your head up and down. Soap groaned at the sight of you taking his length in your mouth. You sped up your pace your finger reaching up to touch his balls. You gently cupped them in your hand lightly moving them.

“Oh fuuck” he moaned louder “fuck you're taking me so well fuuuck~”

You you slapped the inside of his thigh him releasing your hair

“Y’alright?” He asked

You gave his dick one last up with it leaving a wet pop.

“Spread your legs” you comanded

He did as told and you gently pressed your finger on his taint

“Is this okay” you ask

You knew some men aren't okay with what you where about to do.

He nodded and you moved your finger to his hole

“What about this?” You said gently putting the tip of your finger in

A low grumble came from his chest

“Fuckin do anything you want princess im all yours.

You smirked, grabbing his cock and sucking it hard. Soap groaned loudly. you slid your finger in gently toying with his prostate. He gripped your hair hard thrusting his hips to the pace he wanted to feel his pleasure builting up

“Oh fucking christ” he whined “fucking feel so goood~ oh shiiit~”

You quickened your pace now shoving a second digit slowly. You watched as his face scrunched up groaning loudly as he spilled his seed into your mouth. You slolwy fingered him until he came down from your high.

“Fuckin hell” he sighed flopping down onto the bed. He grabbed your hips moving you like you where nothing to him.

“Get on my hips” he said setting you down on too of him. You straddled him resting your hands on his chest waiting for the next command hes gonna give you

“So fucking beautiful love, im gonna fuck the shit out of you” he panted

Soap started rubbing your clit softly causing you to rock your hips on his limp dick

“Thats it love make me hard with that wet pussy of yours he said grabbing your hip with his other hand and rocking your hips faster. You leaned down gently kissing him as he helped you chase your high of your third release. Your body started to shake as your next orgasm came crashing down on you

“UHHHH~ JOHNNY~” you yelled cumming over his now harded length

Soap grabbed your hips position himself into you. You rocked your hips back and forward riding your orgasm out.

“God yer so fuckin tight” he groaned holding your hips and thrusting into them. You yelled his name out as his pace quickened

“GOD DONT STOP JHONNY OH FUCK~”

Ghost ears perked up when walked passed soaps room hearing the animalistic sounds emitting from his room. He knew those moans immediately. He opened the door quietly coming im and closing the door locking it shut. He loomed in the corner watching the two of you fuck. He felt himself grow harder from the sight. He started palming himself. You looked over to see him smirking you slammed your hips down soaps length hard causing him to moan louder

“fuckin hell” ghost muttered now taking his dick out of his pants and stroking it. He walked over to the two of you grabbing soaps cheeks peeling the gaze away from you to ghosts throbbing cock.

“Suck” was the only command soap needed

He hallowed out his cheeks and took his whole length in ghost rocked his hips into his mouth setting a steady pace. He lifted his mask cupping your face kissing you gently while you rode soap.

“Such a pretty little pet” he groaned grabbing your breast and playing with your nipple having a moan escape from your lips. Ghost push his cock out of soaps mouth grabbed the lube on the night stand pouring it in his hand stroking some on his length. He sat behind you rubbing your clit with one hand and fingering soaps hole with the other hand prepping him. You felt another wave of pleasure coming over you causing you to moan both of the boys name. Ghost sucked the hickies that soap made and mumbled “youre fucking mine pet” he glanced at soap who nodded. Ghost slowly sunk his cock into his hole causing soap to groan loudly.

“Youre. All. Fuckin. mine.” He said thrusting into soap. Ghost held onto your hips moving them with his pace groaning into your neck nipping love bites down to your shoulders.

“Gonna cum” soap groaned scrunching his face up ready for his release. Ghost pulle out of him slapping his thigh

“Not youre not, y/n get off on him and sit” he pointed to soaps face. You nodded sitting on his face. Simon inserted himself back into johnny making him moan in between the folds of your pussy. He sucked on your clit fingering your hole. You groaned

“God fuck johnny!” You grinded into his face his nose hitting your clit

“Fuck~” you yelled

“That's it love cum for johnny let him lap it up” he haid pounding into soap harder. You released your orgasm screaming. Soap inserted his tongue into your hole lapping up the remaining wetness from your orgasm.

“C’mere” ghost groaned posting you into doggy style.

He pulled out of soap

“gotta clean myself, johnny entertain our pet until i get back.”

Soap pouted “can i cum please” stroking his cock slowly

“Finish in her”

Soap looked at you then back at ghost

“Shes got an iud and on the pill” he said

“We test regularly as well” you replied grabbing soaps hand and pulling it so he can position himself in you. Ghost rubbed himself as johnny lined himself up slowly rocking his hips into him causing you to wine.

“Fuck” ghost whisperd heading to soaps bathroom. He turned on the shower listening to the moans emitting from the bedroom.

Soap had his hand pinned onto the back of your neck slamming into your hips

“Fuck you feel so good im gonna bust a fat load in you baby” his pace quickened fucking yoh until you screamed out his name having another oragsm. He came with you with a loud moan.

“Oi you two get in here” ghost helled from the shower

You got up only to have your legs shake from the lingering orgasm. Soap got up and picked you up bridal style walking you to the bathroom. The two of you stepped into the shower revealing ghosts scarred face and muscular body. You where already position yourself against the wall ready to take his length. Ghost positioned himself behind you bottoming out into your wet pussy his precum mixing with johnnys seed. He moaned loudly

“So fucking tight. Fuckin love this pussy” he started fucking you hard grabbing your hips handling you like a ragdog. Soap started getting hard again from the sight of ghost fucking the living shot out of you. He grabbed ghosts hips causing him to slow down inviting him into his hole

“You prepped” he asked lining himself up

“Yeah” ghost grunted

Johnny slid into ghost with a loud moan emitting from both of them.

“You want me to set the pace?” Soap panted

“Mhm” ghost whined holding on to your hips harder leaving bruises. Soap slowly moved in and out of ghosts ass slowly pick up the pace causing a moaning mess from the three of you.

“M’gonna cum agaim” you moaned feeling the weight of the two men pound each other from behind harder

“Go ahaid princess cum all over my cock” ghost growled cauing you to release into a euphoric pleasure tightening your walls around ghosts cock

Ghost loudly groaned as he shot his load inside you his seed mixing with soaps

Soap pulled out stroking himself

“Fuuck” he moaned “want. another. round.”

“Clean yourself and you can have her”

You and ghost got out of the shower drying each other off before heading back to the bed

“Need a break love” he asked gently holding you

You nodded “just a little one i want to try another position though”

“And whats that?”

“I suck your cock and johnny fucks me from behind” you say rubbing circles into his chest

“I can do that” ghost said

You got on your knees taking his half hard length into your hands

“Gotta make you hard first”

Simon groaned as you licked his tip. You bobbed your head feeling him get hard again.

“On your knees soldier” you said tapping his thigh. Ghost did as you told.

You started bobbing your head faster hollowing oht your cheeks taking all of him in.

Soap walked out of the shower and saw the sight your ass up in the air waiting for his cock to enter you. He got on the bed positioning himself in you. “Fucking wanted to do this position” he moaned setting a pace to fit you to not choke on Ghost's dick. He quickened his pace making you moan on ghosts cock.

“Fuuckin ah fuuck mn” soap moaned “fucking bout to-” he groaned spilling his cum into you. Ghost came shortly after putting his hand on soaps shoulder as he rode his orgasm

“Fuckkin hell” he groaned

“Fucking great sex” soap panted

He held his hand up “up top”

Ghost glared at him and rolled his eyes giving him a highfive. They both pulled out of you and laid down pulling you into their arms. You nizzed into ghosts chest with soap spooning you

“Did you high fived simon while still in me?” you asked

“Hell yeah” soap panted “not everyday you have a threesome”

“It could be” ghost replied giving you a wink

You giggled getting up to clean yourself in the bathroom. You walked over to the boys soap on ghosts right side you joining him on his left pulling the covers over the three of you. “Guess this is going to be a regular thing” you thought drifing off into a sweet slumber

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manygalaxiesinone · 3 months

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Charlie Reacting to Disgaea: Hour of Darkness (Pt. 2)

((You guys surprisingly liked part one of this so might as well let her finish the game.))

Episode 9:

Charlie: "Oh, this looks like something straight out of a classic space ranger cartoon. And this hero guy has the voice to ma-" -!!-

Jennifer (through the screen): "Let me see Gordon... about, 5 minutes."

Charlie: "Uhh..."

Jennifer (through the screen): "Are you scared, Gordon?"

Charlie: blushes "...Humina humina humina humina humina hamina humina humina humina."

Vaggie: walks in the room "Charlie, you know I can hear you across the hall, right?"

Charlie: points at the screen "Humina humina humina humina humina."

Vaggie: ???

Jennifer (through the screen): "Tea time's over, Gordon." ^^

Charlie & Vaggie: blush "Humina humina humina humina humina humina humina humina humina humina humina."

Husk: "We got a code blue in Charlie's bedroom."

Nifty: "Yay! I finally use the hose again!"

-later-

Charlie: "Laharl, in what way is checking for potential invaders considered NOT important?"

-later-

Charlie: "How bad was that crash landing that they all got separated? I hope Gordon's okay."

Vaggie: "I'm sure he's fine."

Thursday: "UNDERSTOOD JENNIFER. ACTIVATING LIFE SCANNER."

Charlie: "Okay, great."

Vaggie: "See? They're tracking him down now."

Thursday: "ALWAYS LISTEN TO A HOT BABE. THAT'S THE LAW."

Charlie: "We, he's not wrong. I listen to you all the time."

Vaggie: -!!- "Uh..."

Charlie: "What's wrong?"

Vaggie: "Nothing. I think this is the first time I've been called that and... I don't mind it."

Charlie: "Hehe..."

Vaggie: "Gotta say, this is the prettiest graveyard I've ever seen."

Charlie: "I know, right? We could go on a stargazing date here."

-later-

Jennifer (through the screen): "I heard from headquarters that the Netherworld is filled with nasty, vicious creatures. If we're discovered... Ahh! I'll be molested by countless slimy tentacles and my bodily fluids will be sucked dry! Or we could be swallowed whole and suffered a slow and painful death as we're digested alive!"

Angel Dust: "Hang on, how did Valentino's movies make their way to the human world?!"

Charlie: "That is a very good and VERY disturbing question."

-later-

Jennifer (through the screen): "You see, as girls mature, we get bigger breasts, and boys-"

Etna (through the screen): "Great, and now she's teaching sex ed. Who is this lady?"

Charlie: "I don't know what's worse, the fact that she's teaching it to the overlord of the Netherworld or that it's less awkward then when my dad tried to teach it to me."

Alastor: "I bet he attached a dildo and flesh light to a couple of rubber ducks."

Charlie: "How did you know?"

Alastor: "Wait, I was joking. You mean he actually-"

Charlie: "I wasn't able to see rubber ducks normally again until I became an adult..."

Alastor: "...Oh Vaggie! Charlie is in need of some mental stability."

-later-

Laharl (through the screen): "Woman, follow me! I shall find your hero! But I don't want that sexy body of yours within a 3-foot radius of me!"

Vaggie: "I'd gladly stay within 3 feet of her."

Charlie: "Vaggie..."

Vaggie: "What? You saying you wouldn't?"

Charlie: "Of course not. We can't hug each other if we're all 3 feet apart."

Husk: "Do I have to call code blue again?"

-later-

Gordon (through the screen): "What a landing. I guess Lady Luck is taking a vacation."

Charlie: "I think lady luck has a restraining order against me."

Husk: "She's got a restraining order against someone in this building alright!"

-later-

Flonne (through the screen): "At this rate, a war might erupt between the Netherworld and Human World. We must prevent that!"

Etna (through the screen): "Huh? Why? It'll be fun!"

Alastor: "I'm with Etna. After our bout with the angels, it would be interesting to see how much the humans they claim to protect could handle."

Charlie: "Alastor!"

Alastor: "What? I was referring to the humans in the game. Of course we can't have a war here. We just rebuilt the hotel."

-later-

Laharl (through the screen): "Listen, Defender of Earth, if you defeat me, I promise not to invade your planet. But if I win, then you agree to stay here in the Netherworld and become my vassal. How about it?"

Charlie: "NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!"

Gordon: "Fine! A hero never backs down from a fight!"

Charlie: "SON OF A BIIIIIIIII-"

-later-

Charlie: "And so we have another unfortunate victim of the devil's binding contract. Ugh, I'm already dreading what he's going to make him do!"

Alastor: "Probably not much. After all, the overlord is still a mere child and became nicer in recent episodes. It wouldn't surprise me if he just have him do menial chores all day."

Charlie: "Well, I guess we'll have to wait and see."

Episode 10:

Charlie: "Looks like Alastor is right after all. Gordon's just doing chores around the castle. I still don't like him being bound to this deal, but I guess it could be a lot wor- wait, what's this about a picnic? They have a tourist spot? They have a souvenier shop?!"

Angel Dust: "Think they sell limited edition sex toys?"

-later-

Gordon (through the screen): (Here's my chance! I'll sneak off and escape during the picnic.)

Everyone in the Hotel: "That's not going to work!"

-later-

Carter (through the screen): "Their mission ended the moment they entered the Netherworld. Slaying the Overlord was just a pretext."

Kurtis (through the screen): "They're nothing but pawns to you, huh?"

Carter (through the screen): "What an ugly way of saying it. I prefer to call them "The heroes who sacrificed their lives for the earth!"

Charlie: "He sent Earth's heroes on a suicide mission?! This guy's worse than Adam!"

-later-

Gordon (through the screen): "The sky is blue, the weather is perfect! Come on, let's sing!"

Charlie: "It's a happy day in Hell!"

Angel Dust: "Really?"

Charlie: "Couldn't resist."

Laharl (through the screen): "I'm not a kid! I'm 1313 years old, and mentally, I'm much more mature than you too!"

Etna (through the screen): "Mature? I think you two are about the same. FYI, I'm 1470."

Flonne (through the screen): "I'm... fairly young."

Laharl (through the screen): "You're an angel, right? Tell the truth."

Flonne (through the screen): "One thousand... five hundred and nine?"

Etna (through the screen): "Wait, YOU'RE older than me?!"

Laharl (through the screen): "Hahahahaha! You old hag!"

Charlie: "You kidding? If Flonne's considered old, than I'm ancient."

Husk: "You're only 700 years older than her as of this game."

Charlie: "My point exa- wait what do you mean as of this game?"

Husk: "..." Looks behind him.

Alastor: smiles and waves

Husk: peace out fade out.

-later-

Laharl (through the screen): "That's why humans act so foolishly. They judge solely on looks."

Jennifer (through the screen): "Ooh, you talk big. Then you wouldn't mind my body, right?"

Charlie: "I-I don't mind it at all. What about you, Vaggie?" Munches on popcorn while staring intently

Vaggie: "Nope. I could stare all day if I want to." Munches on popcorn while staring intently.

Charlie: "That's a great idea. Let's just do that for the day. We got nothing planned."

Vaggie: "I'm down."

Suddenly a water bomb explodes, soaking Charlie and Vaggie

Charlie: "Aaah! Alastor!"

Alastor: "What? It was a code blue and Nifty's on break."

-later-

Charlie: "It's Yogi Vyers! The Dark Adonis! Be careful Gordon, getting that picnic basket back won't be easy. He's far smarter than your average mid-boss."

-later-

Gordon (through the screen): "Jennifer is a child prodigy who created Thursday at the age of 5 and earned a Ph. D. by the age of 10. Without her help, we never would have understood the secrets of the pyramids or solve the case of Jack the Ripper!"

Etna (through the screen): "So why are you bragging?"

Charlie: "There's nothing wrong with celebrating your companions' achievements. In fact, you should make them feel proud of all the positive things they've done. It's a great way to boost their self confidence! Like just the other day when Vaggie solved a 2,000 piece puzzle in less than an hour."

Vaggie: "I don't think that's as impressive as getting multiple college degrees by the age of 10."

Charlie: "Maybe, but that doesn't mean that wasn't noteworthy on its own. Don't let the talents of other people distract you from all the great things you pulled off. At the end of the day, the only person you really need to impress is yourself."

Vaggie: "Charlie..."

-later-

Vyers (through the screen): "My my, what a gluttonous bunch you are, following moi all this way."

Laharl & Lucifer: "Look who's talking!"

Vyers (through the screen): "You are going to get hurt if you think I am your average picnic basket thief!"

Charlie: "I made that joke earlier..."

Vyers (through the screen): "Behold the elegant techniques of the Dark Adonis!" shines bright

Husk: "Shit! My eyes!"

Angel Dust: "How the hell is he so bright?!"

Alastor: "I thought this was only a Morningstar trait!"

Charlie: "Dad never told me about this!"

Lucifer: walks in the room. "What are you talking abo- Ahh! Who's reflecting Dad's light off of a bald person's head in this room?!"

-later-

Vyers (through the screen): "Haaahahaha! Unfortunately for you, I have already consumed the contents!"

Charlie: "Did he eat ALL the food while they were fighting?!"

Vaggie: "And he called them gluttonous?"

Charlie: "I want to cry! They spent all morning making that lunch for their little trip too!"

Gordon (through the screen): (Now if I can just return to Earth and act like nothing ever happened...)

Vaggie & Etna: "And how do you plan on getting out of here?"

Gordon (through the screen): "Hmm?! NOOOOO! Now that you mention it, our spaceship is in pieces! We have no way of going home!"

Vaggie: "Not at all what I was getting at, but sure."

Laharl (through the screen): "Too bad, Gordon! Your fate is to be my vassal!"

Charlie: "Those tears are getting a lot closer now..."

Flonne (through the screen): "Why don't you change from Defender of Earth to Defender of the Netherworld?"

Jennifer (through the screen): "Come on, Gordon. Our duty is to safeguard peace whether if it's the Earth or any other planet."

Gordon (through the screen): "Hmm... but that title doesn't sound right."

Laharl (through the screen): "Fine, I'll give you a title! I, King Laharl, hereby dub thee, "Slayer of the Netherworld"!"

Luficer: "Ooh, I like that title. I think I'll name my right hand demon that."

Alastor: "You have a right hand demon?"

Lucifer: "No, but I'm thinking about getting one, now."

Angel Dust: "In that case, maybe Alastor could-"

Alastor & Lucifer: "Not a chance!"

Angel Dust: "It was just a thought."

Charlie: "Wait, Laharl just promoted Gordon from a vassal. Does that mean their contract is no longer binding?"

Alastor, Angel Dust, & Husk: "..."

Husk: "No... no, it can't be that damn easy... could it?"

Alastor: "Don't look at me."

Episode 11:

Charlie: "Wait, why is securing the Netherworld important for saving Earth?"

Everyone except Nifty: "Stealing the resources."

Charlie: "I'm guessing it has something to do with all the pollution."

Alastor: "From what I gather lately, it's getting quite difficult to tell the difference between breathing on Earth compared to down here in Hell."

Husk: "If that's not a clear sign that everything's fucked up, I don't know what is."

Charlie: "Yeah, but just like with the angel's invasions from heaven, this isn't going to solve anything in the long run."

Vaggie: "Hey Charlie, funny you should mention that."

Charlie: "Why?"

Vulcanus (through the screen): "That's good to know. I'm counting on you." leaves

Charlie: "VULCANUS!!! I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN!!!"

-later-

Jennifer (through the screen): "Gordon, do you think the EDF would come to rescue us?"

Gordon (through the screen): "Of course I do! I have faith in them!"

Jennifer (through the screen): "..."

Vaggie: "That pause... don't tell me she knows about their secret plans."

Charlie: "Was it like this for you when you hid your status as an angel from me?"

Vaggie: "Pretty much. I was always afraid of how you'd react if you ever found out the truth. I wanted to tell you at some point, but the closer we got together, the more that fear began to grow deep inside. It wasn't until it was too late that I realize that keeping that secret at all was worse than telling you outright."

Charlie: "I'll admit, I was pretty hurt when I first found out, mainly because of how I found out. It just seemed like despite everything we've been through together, you didn't trust me enough with something so big. I was worried that at some point you stopped liking me or that you never liked me to begin with, but looking back again, I realized that it couldn't be further from the truth. You were just afraid of hurting me, and of course I can forgive you for that. After all, isn't seeking redemption the point of this hotel?"

Vaggie: "Charlie... you really are too nice for your own good."

Charlie: "Maybe, but I know you love me for it."

Vaggie: "True."

Alastor: "I hate to interrupt your little moment together, but in case you didn't notice, our little overlord friend has received a challenge from the Defender of Earth."

Charlie & Vaggie: "Wait, what challenge?"

-later...-

Charlie: "Thursday, no!"

Alastor: "Well, so much for invincibility. One good whack and it's already short circuiting."

Charlie: "Now's NOT the time, Alastor!"

Vaggie: "Just who is that guy, anyway?"

Don Joaquin (through the screen): "Me? I'm Don Joaquin, the Original Defender of Earth."

Gordon, Charlie, Alastor, & Lucifer: "The Original Defender of Earth?"

Jennifer (through the screen): "It may be true. My father used to tell me about him. Hundreds of years ago, the first defender left to the Netherworld to vanquish the Overlord and never returned."

Laharl (through the screen): "That's probably his soul. He probably couldn't rest in peace until he defeated the overlord, so his soul remained behind."

Lucifer: "Really makes you wonder what Krichevskoy has been doing all this time to not notice a human coming here trying to fight him."

Alastor: "Honestly. Had he chosen to fight me, I would have given him the fight of his life in a jiffy. Or rather the fight of his afterlife in this case."

Husk: "You hardly ever pay attention to the Vs half the time."

Alastor: "The who?"

Lucifer: "Kinda proving his point there, eh bus boy? Now if he REALLY wanted a heroic battle, you can't get any better than the ruler of Hell itself, can you?"

Alastor: "Ah yes, I'm certain the constant threat of dodging exploding rubber ducks is sure to send shivers down any noteworthy hero's spine."

Lucifer: "Those exploding rubber ducks are for parties only!"

Charlie: "I think what's important here is that Laharl now has the opportunity to catch this blip that somehow went under his dad's radar for who knows how long."

Vaggie: "Now that I think about it, you sure neither of you don't already have warriors of some kind trying to challenge you for a fight?"

Lucifer & Alastor: "..."

Lucifer: "I... might need to check my mailbox."

Alastor: "I should ask Rosie if she has devoured any heroes lately."

-later-

Flonne (through the screen): "Next time we run into him, let's lose on purpose. That way, he'll finally be satisfied and his spirit will ascend to heaven!"

Laharl (through the screen): "Don't be ridiculous! I have a duty to fulfill too! I can't lose on purpose!"

Charlie: "I know this is going to sound crazy but... for once I'm siding with Laharl."

Angel Dust: "Oh shit, I thought I felt the temperature drop a little."

Nifty: "Is eternal winter finally upon us?!"

Vaggie: "No, Angel Dust is just joking around."

Nifty: "Aww, I wanted to stab some snow angels."

Charlie: "Hear me out. As much as I like the idea of doing a huge dramatic acting routine for him, this is a seasoned veteran hero we're talking about here. I don't think anything shorter than the authentic fighting experience will cut it for him. If there's an off chance he discovers that he's not being taken seriously as a hero fighting for his duty, his soul may never find peace."

Vaggie: "As a bit of a veteran myself, I agree. When you've been through enough fights, it becomes easier to tell if someone's toying with you compared to someone putting in their all to take you down. Win or lose, the point is he needs to understand that he has done everything he can to fulfill his role."

Husk: "You mean we're actually gonna root for this kid overlord to thrash him?"

Charlie: "If it means helping that hero's soul ascend, then absolutely."

Angel Dust: "A little messed up, but hey. At least he ain't shafted down there because of a contract."

-later-

Jennifer (through the screen): "You heard what I said, didn't you? Your memory could be wiped."

Thursday (through the screen): "BE...EP... THURSDAY FIGHT ANYWAY. EVEN THOUGH THURSDAY ROBOT, GORDON AND JENNIFER CALL THURSDAY FRIEND. THURSDAY HAPPY. THURSDAY WANT TO SHOW GRATITUDE. LOSE MEMORY, VERY SAD... BUT BEING USELESS EVEN MORE SAD... THAT IS WHY THURSDAY FIGHT ALONGSIDE YOU UNTIL VERY END..."

Charlie: "Dad... do robots have souls?"

Lucifer: "That's something we're gonna have to ask your grandfather."

Charlie: "But I've never met Grandpa."

Lucifer: "I know..."

-later-

Don Joaquin (through the screen): "Now, we shall settle this at last!"

Laharl (through the screen): "That we will! King Laharl runs from no one! Come on!"

Flonne (through the screen): "Laharl, wait! You're not actually going to fight him, are you?"

Charlie: "Flonne, I completely understand where you're coming from, I really do, but you have to trust Laharl this time. This may be the only way he'll find peace."

-later-

Flonne (through the screen): "You've let me down, Laharl! You're the worst-"

Don Joaquin (through the screen): "It's okay little girl, I'm satisfied now. It may be hard for you to understand, but we heroes live and die a certain way. I was once known as the Defender of Earth, but I grew old and died, and have since existed as a mere soul... How pathetic I felt. But at long last, I was able to fight again as Defender of Earth! I wasn't able to win, but I have no regrets. It's thanks to this kid overlord, because he fought me with all his might."

Husk: "Well would you look at that? You were right on the money, Charlie."

Charlie: "Thanks, but what's important is that his spirit can finally move on. I'm sure his loved ones have been waiting a long time to see him."

Thursday: short circuts

Charlie: "Oh no, I forgot about Thursday! Stay with us buddy!"

Thursday (through the screen): "DID... THURSDAY... SERVE... HIS... PURPOSE?"

Gordon & Charlie: "Yes! Of course you did, Thursday! We/You three are the Defenders of Earth, so don't give up Thursday!"

Thursday (through the screen): "THANK GOODNESS. THANK YOU... FOR... ALL... THE... MEM...OR...EIS...PSHHHHHHHHHH..."

Charlie: "Thursday, no! THURSDAY!!!"

Husk: "Well, he ain't dead. He just lost his me-"

Angel Dust: "Don't ruin the moment, pussycat."

Vaggie: pats Charlie crying in her arms. "That's it, let it all out."

Charlie: "He was a true friend to the end, Vaggie..."

Vaggie: "He sure was, Charlie. Oh hey look, Don Joaquin used the last of his strength to restore Thursday's memories before going to heaven."

Charlie: "REALLY?!"

Husk: "What was that about ruining the moment?"

Angel Dust: "How the hell was I supposed to see that coming?!"

Husk: "Funny, I thought you of all people would be used to seeing a lot of things coming by now."

Angel Dust: "Sad part is, I don't know whether to feel insulted or proud of that."

Episode 12:

Charlie: "So an Earthquake in the Netherworld acts like a warning sign to an upcoming disaster?"

Lucifer: "I heard that's how hail works in some places in the human world."

Vaggie: "Aren't earthquakes themselves natural disasters? How is one disaster used as a warning for another?"

Alastor: "Clearly you've never experienced a tsunami before."

-later-

Gordon (through the screen): "All the kids love me! I have my own comic series and saturday morning cartoon!"

Charlie: "I knew it!"

Jennifer (through the screen): "Gordon, we've been used. Their true purpose was to secure a route to the Netherworld..."

Vaggie: "So she really did know the whole time."

Alastor: "Seems the hero is choosing not to believe her through, despite the evidence right in front of his eyes."

Charlie: "Maybe he just has a lot of faith in the people of earth as their acting he-"

Gordon (through the screen): "I'm shocked and disappointed in you, Jennifer. I hereby dismiss you from your duties as my assistant."

Charlie: "Okay, that's too far!"

-later-

Carter (through the screen): "With your help, we were able to make it to the Netherworld unchallenged. I thank you, Defenders of Earth! Hahahaha!"

Gordon (through the screen): "Oh my god! We were being used?!"

Everyone in the hotel: "No shit!"

Jennifer (through the screen): "..."

Gordon (through the screen): "J, Jennifer...?"

Etna (through the screen): "She's probably upset you believed them instead of her."

Vaggie & Angel Dust: "Again, no shit."

Flonne & Charlie: "Poor Miss Jennifer..."

-later-

Flonne & Charlie: "Cool! The rival has made his appearance!"

Etna & Vaggie: "Yeah, yeah. Calm down."

Kurtis (through the screen): "My goal was to defeat you, Gordon, but it seems I overestimated you. Look at the facts, not only did you fail your mission, but you also became the overlord's vassal. I'm embarrassed to call you my rival."

Husk: "They're acting like taking down an overlord is some small feat."

Alastor: "They're seasoned heroes, Husk. In their eyes, it might be at this point."

Lucifer: "Did you just admit that Gordon could fuck you?"

Alastor: "One, the correct term is "fuck you up". If you wish to insult me, do it properly, and 2, let's not get crazy."

-later-

Charlie: "Vulcanus! Seems like he sent the humans here to take each other out as well as Laharl and Flonne, but why?"

Vulcanus (through the screen): "All that remains is that spineless Seraph! Once I get rid of him, I'll be the one and only! Angels! Demons! Humans! I'll be the God of them all!"

Charlie: "He..."

Vaggie: "He..."

Charlie & Vaggie: "He's plotting a coup against Celestia!"

Alastor: sips some tea. "This tea would be a lot more pipping if it wasn't just a game."

Angel Dust: "Even if it wasn't how would that affect us?"

Lucifer: "Considering he's planning to take my Dad's throne and his extreme bias towards demons, my guess would be a lot and VERY negatively."

Vaggie: "Just imagine how bad those demon hunts would be if someone like that had any authority over it. He probably won't stop at a few of us once a year. He'd issue a mass genocide!"

Angel Dust: "...Good point. We'd be fucked more than me on a casual Monday at work."

Charlie: "I hope they catch on and find a way to stop him."

-later-

Jennifer (through the screen): "It's all my fault... I could've stopped them, but I didn't. I knew what was happening, but I kept denying it. If only I was stronger..."

Vaggie: "It's not too late, Jennifer. You can still fix it and help stop the war. If you give up now, you'll never forgive yourself for it later."

Charlie: "Vaggie..."

-later-

Gordon & Jennifer (through the screen): "The space battleship, Gargantua!"

Charlie: "Oh... my..."

Husk: "That's a huge bitch!"

Angel Dust: "Sir Pentus would be crying tears of joy if he saw this."

Kurtis (through the screen): "Your father awaits you Jennifer. Come with me."

Gordon (through the screen): "Father? I thought her parents passed away when she was a child."

Kurtis (through the screen): "You didn't know? Jennifer is Carter's foster child."

Charlie, Angel Dust, Vaggie, Lucifer, & Gordon: "WHAT?!!!"

Alastor: "Ooh, and the tea keeps coming and coming. I might have to invite Rosie at this point."

Nifty: "We don't have any cannibal snacks."

Alastor: "I'm certain she'd bring her own, young one."

Jennifer (through the screen): "It's true. I was adopted by Carter and raised as his child. He was a kind man. I always believed that he loved me... but that couldn't be further from the truth. He raised me only so he could use me..."

Angel Dust: "That bastard indoctrinated her! It's like he snubbed her soul right from under her without realizing it before it was too late."

Husk: "I heard of cult leaders and pimps pulling this shit all the time, but a military general? And to his own kid? That's a point so fucking low I'd NEVER thought I'd hear anyone steep."

Lucifer: "...Charlie?"

Charlie: "Yeah?"

Lucifer: "...I love you."

Charlie: "...I love you too, dad."

Episode 13:

Charlie: "That voice... Is that... Vyers?"

Vaggie: "Now that you mention it, it does sound like him. But how did he get in Celestia? Did Lamington sneak him in?"

Charlie: "He did sneak up on Lamington a few chapters ago without him noticing so I don't think that's it. Maybe he's a fallen angel like us."

Lucifer: "If that's the case, he shouldn't be able to go in and out so casually unless he has some special permission from my old man."

Vaggie: "Is Lamington the only Seraph in Celestia? If he is, he might have gotten permission from him from behind the scenes."

Charlie: "It still begs the question, what exactly are they planning together? And why did they need Flonne to meet Laharl specifically for it?"

Alastor: "No sense in pondering over it too much. I'm certain all will be revealed as we keep watching."

Charlie: "I guess so..."

-later-

Etna (through the screen): "I'm surprised you can find the coordinates to the ship."

Gordon (through the screen): "Well it seems that Jennifer already programmed them in..."

Flonne (through the screen): "Did she expect this to happen?"

Gordon (through the screen): "I guess so, but she must have wanted to give her father the benefit of the doubt. That's probably why she didn't tell me."

Angel Dust & Vaggie: "It's EXACTLY why she didn't tell you."

Angel Dust: "Carter had her around his finger for years. Who knows what she was doing just to feel like she got her daddy's approval."

Vaggie: "And she was probably too afraid to see how Gordon would react if they knew the truth about their relationship, knowing how proud he is of his job. It wouldn't surprise me if her adventures with him and Thursday was her version of escaping reality."

Charlie: "Well now's the time to win her back and set everything straight! There's no way they're gonna let Carter have his way with everything, right?"

Vaggie: "You're acting like we're part of the action, Charlie."

Alastor: "I certainly wish I was at this point. Destroying a large space armada sounds like a wonderful time right now to get the bones loose."

-later-

Carter (through the screen): "This is a nightmare! Our entire 2 million ship armada is being wiped out by a single demon?! Impossible!"

Alastor: "I know right? Save some for the rest of us."

Charlie: "It's crazy how little effort he's putting into it though. Just how strong is he?"

Husk: "If the fact that he survived being poisoned for over 2 years and taking a dip into lava without so much as a burn isn't enough to convince you he's broken, I don't know what to tell ya."

Lucifer: "Wait, when did he break a body part?"

Charlie: "Not that broken, Dad."

Etna (through the screen): "You really pay attention to the details, making sure they all escape before blowing up their ships."

Angel Dust: "He pulled that off without killing anybody?!"

Charlie: "The little overlord really is growing!"

-later-

Gordon (through the screen): "That's the Astro Canon! The EDF's ultimate weapon! Demon or angel, you won't escape a shot unscathed!"

Alastor & Lucifer: "Is that a challenge?"

Vaggie: "How did I know you two would say that?"

-later-

Jennifer (through the screen): "Stop it Kurtis! You call yourself, human?!"

Kurtis (through the screen): "Do I? I lost 70% of my body and something more important in an incident... Maybe I lost my sense of humanity at that time too..."

Vaggie: "70% of his body?! How is he alive?!"

Angel Dust: "Technology in the Human World must be crazy."

Husk: "And yet they can't think of anything to stop pollution."

Alastor: "So says the cigar smoking feline."

Husk: "Trust me, these joints are minor compared to your average plant."

-later-

Gordon (through the screen): "That's right. Kurtis is a brilliant scientist, rivaling even Jennifer!"

Vaggie: "I bet he's an average fighter though."

Charlie: "Pfft!"

Angel Dust: "You too?"

Vaggie: "It felt like a requirement."

Lucifer: "I don't get it."

Alastor: "Surprising no one."

Lucifer: "I bet you didn't get it either."

Alastor: "And how confident are you in that wager?"

Charlie: "Dad, NO!!!"

-later-

Gordon (through the screen): "Could that scream be? Nooooo! He's attempting to modify Jennifer!"

Laharl & Alastor: "He's attempting..."

Etna & Vaggie: "To modify..."

Flonne & Charlie: "Miss Jennifer?"

Laharl, Etna, Flonne, Alastor, Vaggie, & Charlie:

Husk: "Ain't no damn way all of you are thinking of the exact same thing right now."

Angel Dust: "I honestly expected this from Nifty more than anyone else."

-later-

Gordon, Angel Dust, & Vaggie: "Carter!"

Carter (through the screen): "Hahahahaha! You're being a sore loser, Gordon!"

Alastor: "Remind me again who lost an entire armada to a single overlord?"

Carter (through the screen): "As you know, the Earth is facing a serious crisis. The boom in population, the rise in crime, the shortage of natural resources... the human race can't survive much longer."

Everyone except Charlie: "Called it."

Laharl (through the screen): "There wouldn't be a crisis in the first place if you humans weren't so stupid. As the Overlord of the Netherworld, let me say one thing..."

Laharl & Husk: "Clean up your own damn, mess!"

Gordon (through the screen): "I have something to add to that. Carter, I am beyond angry! Give back my Jennifer, Chrome Dome!"

Charlie & Vaggie: "YOUR Jennifer?"

Angel Dust: "Glad to know that thirst didn't go away yet."

Lucifer: "Should I get Nifty to bring some water?"

Alastor: "She's going to need more than she can carry to quench these two."

-later-

Kurtis (through the screen): "It's been 5 years since I lost my wife and daughter, and with them, my soul. Back then, I was a top scientist, burning with a passion to save the earth. If it weren't for that fateful incident... As a result from the lab's explosion, I lost my family and 70% of my body. A group of anti-space development terrorists were to blame. You caught the culprits, but that good would that be to me?! I swore to my wife and child, since the Defender of Earth couldn't do his job, I would take his place! What good is the Defender of Earth if he can't save innocent people?! A true defender would do anything in his power to save as many people as possible! I can't accept anything less!"

Charlie: "But it wasn't Gordon's fault! He's only one person! He can't be everywhere at once! Even my dad struggles with that."

Lucifer: "It's really hard pulling that off without being called creepy and not in a good way."

Charlie: "Gordon has a good heart and I'm sure he came as fast as he could the moment he heard trouble. I'm sure he feels guilty for not saving everyone from that incident, but no one's perfect. I mean look at me, I gave people hope that I could convince the angels to stop their attacks only to provoke them into destroying our hotel and killing one of our residents. But it's not going to stop me from trying to find a way to improve. And I know I can as long as I got good people helping me."

Husk: "Not sure we could be called "good people", but we got your back, princess."

Angel Dust: "We've been through too much for it not being the case."

Alastor: "You're not simply referring to Vaggie's trust exercise, are you?"

Angel Dust: "No, but it did help."

Vaggie: "Wait, how did you know about that? You weren't there for it."

Alastor: "Sir Pentous told me about it."

-later-

Kurtis (through the screen): "The overlord's vassal... that doesn't sound too bad..."

Lucifer: "Wait, didn't he make fun of Gordon for being Laharl's vassal earlier?"

Husk: "The defender's spirit must be one hell of a drug."

-later-

Jennifer (through the screen): "..."

Gordon (through the screen): "Jennifer!"

Flonne & Alastor: "Hey! You call THIS a modification?!"

Alastor: "Talk about lack of creativity."

Husk: "Is that really important right now?"

Alastor: "Was that a serious, fucking question, Husk?"

Carter (through the screen): "So you found out about it, eh? That's right. I installed a neural override device and Jennifer is now my puppet."

Lucifer: "The hell kind of a father are you?! I'm the ruler of hell and I'm beyond disgusted!"

-later-

Carter (through the screen): "Jennifer is a master of the ancient martial art, Kung Fu!"

Gordon (through the screen): "What?! I never knew that!"

Carter (through the screen): "You never asked."

Everyone in the hotel: immediate facepalm.

-later-

Vaggie: "How did Kurtis heal so quickly?! Did he have a med kit on him?"

Husk: "Wouldn't surprise me if he did."

Charlie: "What's important is that he's here to help save the day!"

Kurtis (through the screen): "I used to look up to you Gordon. You were the reason I became a scientist in the first place. Funny, isn't it? How did things turned out like this? If only I realized it sooner... no, what's important is that I realized it in the end. I bet they're smiling down on me from heaven."

Charlie: "I know they are Kurtis! I bet they're cheering you on right now as their hero!"

-later-

Carter (through the screen): "Curse you all! I'll just blow you all up and Jennifer too!"

Lucifer: "Okay, are we 100% sure that this General Carter human doesn't exist?"

Alastor: "Well, the odds are never 0. Why do you ask?"

Angel Dust: "We just want to talk to him."

Charlie: "Any reason you're passing a gun over to my dad right now?"

Lucifer: "We just want to talk to him."

Charlie: "But-"

Angel Dust & Lucifer: "We just want to talk to him!"

-later-

Kurtis (through the screen): "Jennifer! I can't let you die here!" self destructs!

Charlie & Gordon: "KURTIIIIIIIS!!!"

Kurtis (through the screen): "Do you think I could ever be a true Defender of Earth?"

Charlie & Gordon: "Of course! You ARE a true Defender of Earth!"

Kurtis (through the screen): "Thank you, Gordon... I won't forget the... defender's spirit you showed me..."

Laharl (through the screen): "Heed my words, Death. I command you in the name of King Laharl. Lead the soul of Kurtis, Defender of Earth, to his family's side..."

Charlie & Flonne: "Laharl..."

Alastor: "I'll admit, a well deserved end for a hero such as him. He has earned my respect."

Husk: "Yeah. Went out with a bang to make up for what he did. I can drink to that."

Vaggie: "I think we can all drink to that honestly."

-later-

Gordon (through the screen): "Jennifer, you are no longer my assistant! Fight alongside me as an equal! As a Defender of Earth!"

Jennifer (through the screen): "I understand. Let's forget about the past and focus on the present!"

Angel Dust & Vaggie: "Yes! Yes!"

Carter (through the screen): "W, Wait, Jennifer! I'm your father! Have you forgotten everything I've done for you?!"

Angel Dust: "Don't fall for it, Jennifer! I swear!"

Carter (through the screen): "No, I haven't. If you haven't taken me in back then, I would not be here today. I loved you and believed in you... But we were never a true family to begin with! You raised me only so you could manipulate me! I'll never call you "father" again! Prepare yourself, Carter!"

Angel Dust, Charlie, Vaggie, & Lucifer: "ATTA GIRL!!!"

Husk: "She beat her indoctrination. Gonna be drinking good tonight!"

Alastor: "Don't celebrate too soon. Did you forget who was pulling the strings of this operation?"

-Angels appear to help Carter-

Husk & Charlie: "Ah fuck..."

Flonne (through the screen): "The Celestial host?! Why?! Why are angels helping him?!"

Vaggie: "Not really a surprise, honestly."

-later-

Vyers (through the screen): "Now answer, who is behind this?"

Carter (through the screen): "I-I can't..."

Vyers (through the screen): "If you do not say, I will kill you."

Carter (through the screen): "I-It was a man with white wings! I'm innocent! I'm just trying to save the Earth!"

Vyers & Alastor: "Foolish human, you cannot save the Earth. How can you expect to save all of mankind if you cannot save your own daughter? You have sacrificed the lives of others to satisfy your own ego. Until you realize that, you will be plagued by nightmares. We will be watching you..."

Carter: "..."

Alastor: Looks dead at Lucifer. "And that, ladies, gentlemen, and that technical rainbow in between, is how it's done."

Lucifer: glares at Alastor. "..."

-later-

Flonne (through the screen): "..."

Laharl (through the screen): "Flonne...?"

Flonne (through the screen): "I'm going back to Celestia."

Laharl, Charlie, Vaggie, & Lucifer: "WHAT?!!"

((OP note: Did not realize until last night how long this got. Final Episode and beginning of DD2 will be in next post))

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i’m (not) sorry to say, but miles is better off by himself.

idk if i’ve ever written a post this long, but i got energy tonight. y’all have been sucked into the black hole of shipping, so let me ground you and remind you of this amazing thing called being single. i’m gna talk ab margo and gwen, but mostly gwen bc she’s obv miles’ (main) love interest. i’ve said more than enough about why miles and gwen don’t work/make sense. if you wna be enlightened then feel free to click the links.

thoughts on ghostflower: here!

reblogging a moot's post w/ added thoughts: hereee!

i love ranting so let’s get it! 😛

i don't have much to say about margo bc sadly, she's barely there. what i will say though is that as cute as miles and margo would be together, there’s one more movie left lol. the third movie’s gna be busy as hell. there’s literally no time for romance, and to rush miles and margo (two people who just met) into liking each other in, like, a three hour timespan would just be terrible writing. plus, we all know she’s there for some bs having to do with miles nd gwen, which is literally soooooooo very lame, words can't describe. one, where are you finding the time to cram in jealousy/all this angsty romance mess when miles’ dad is ab to die and the universe is ab to collapse bc of a nigga that looks like the lovechild of a cardboard box and a cow?? two, is this really all margo is here for?? to make gwen jealous or “help miles realize he’s in love with gwen” ?? shameeee, like summer said. 😐 i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: margo could be SO much more than a disposable love interest!!!

gwiles/ghostflower fans, i’m going to tell you something that will make you upset. i said i was coming for you and i meant it 🗣️‼️

before you yell at me and push smoke out of your ears, i need you to put your right hand on your chest and close your eyes. you feel your heartbeat? good. now, count to three while taking deep breaths and remember that none of this shit is real so you’d look stupid af trying to attack me. 🙃 some of y’all are getting TOO comfortable being unnecessarily disrespectful and ion like that lol. don’t try it here bc i’m on another level of not gaf!

listen, even if (when?) gwen and miles team up to save his dad, it won’t change the fact that gwen was keeping some hefty info from miles, yo. she was smiling in jeff’s face and cracking jokes like she didn’t know he was bout to die. y’all gotta be so very real with yourselves. you wouldn’t wna date, let alone be FRIENDS with someone who kept something that big from you, regardless of the circumstances or lack of ill intent. one of the most important people in your life concealing the fact that you’re about to lose another important person in your life is insane.

i’m aware that gwen didn’t tell miles about his dad because she genuinely thought it’d cause mass destruction if he saved jeff. thing is, even if miles knew that, i think he’d still feel betrayed. that’s 100% valid because this is his dad we’re talking about. he just lost his uncle not too long ago, too. i wouldn’t blame miles if he never wanted anything to do with gwen again. i wouldn’t blame bro if he got sick to his stomach every time he saw her. it’d be justified, bc if he never followed her that night, then he wouldn’t have had the chance to save jeff.

my point is that you can be a “good person” and still fuck up bad enough to make someone never wna speak to you again. miles is a sweetheart so he’ll probably forgive gwen. my thing is, miles forgiving gwen doesn’t mean the two of them are obligated to be friends again. they can handle it maturely, go their separate ways, nd never speak again. it’s really not even gna hurt y’all cuz it’s the last mf movie anyway??? 😭😭

if it isn’t clear by now, i don’t want miles and gwen together at all. they have no business being around each other frl 🙃 not as friends and definitely not as lovers. like, sure, that one scene where they’re swinging/talking on the bank was my absolute fav. it was cute. i shipped them before i really thought about it. that scene is still my fav, but my adoration for it isn’t gna stop me from keeping it real.

i really don’t care what anyone says or how in love they think these two are, this isn’t a “forgive and forget” situation. if the writers truly wanted gwen and miles to be involved romantically, then not only should they have structured their dynamic better, they shouldn’t have made gwen the person she was in this movie. love, love, LOVE redemption arcs because it’s a reminder that we're human and we're flawed, but you can’t redeem yourself from that. sorry. (not) i say miles should leave that girl alone 🤷‍♀️ leave all potential girls alone ffs.

in conclusion, it’s okay for miles to be single. he's 15 anyway, it's not like he'll die without a girl. i’m the suckiest sucker for anything to do with romance, but characters in film/animation don’t need to have love interests for a project to be considered good. if you feel like it does, then maybe ts you’re watching just sucks, lmao. a girl and a boy can be friends without one having feelings for the other, or both of 'em having mutual feelings. (in the media idk ab irl..) it’s time to stop forcing ts. please.

and it’s okay y’all, i promise you. it’s okay if miles and gwen don’t end up dating. it's okay if they reconcile and stay friends. it’s okay if they reconcile and don’t stay friends. though unlikely, it’s also okay if miles doesn’t forgive gwen at all! resolutions like these go to show that you can “forgive” someone without letting them have access to you anymore. that’s what miles needs to do. straying away from the “happy ending” everyone is expecting would be nice. it’d be a different approach and a realistic way to complete the franchise. (i’m not just saying this bc i love angst)

but before the gwiles (ugly ass ship name btw) fans start throwing up and telling me to end my shit, it’s 99% unlikely that anything i just stated will actually happen. we’re more than likely getting a kiss between miles and gwen, nd that’s bc the writers are probably high off the same dope they were on when they wrote gwen sneaking in thru miles’ window, j for his parents to be way more calm about it than any other normal parent would be. i could say some more about certain scenes but that's for another night.

miles doesn’t need to be with anyone. especially not gwen when it comes down to it.

oh and i HATE peter b. fuck that nigga. he was nun but an extra in this movie and i know he’s an opp in the next. 🙎‍♀️

that’s all! if you read allat then thanks, cuz i wrote a lot. if you're feeling angry, then go for a walk. this isn’t a place for any typa criticism bc i am right, therefore, i am not requesting confirmation. 🙌 i said what i said. have a good night.

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decadentjellojaloppy29 · 11 months

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What happens in Tijuana...

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Miguel brings you and Miles into his office to recruit you for a job. Your interest is piqued at the chance to get to know Miguel better, and of course to get the mission done. Of course.

Short first part for this story just to set up the plot. There'll be multiple parts to this series. Sorta a slow burn situation with Miguel, but impatience will make it so it's not THAT slow of a burn. Enjoy!

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You sit in front of four glowing screens...watching. for what you weren't exactly sure, a couple of minutes ago Miguel called you into his office only to sit you down in his chair and tell you to watch the monitors.

"Sit. Watch." He said, pointing at the monitors, clawed hand on the back of the rolling chair, pushing you closer.

So you did.

You rubbed at your eyes, trying to refocus. Everything starting to look blurry after a while. You rubbed your eyes and leaned back in the seat, sighing. Your feet propped up onto the desk, biting on the end of a pen.

After another good 20 minutes your heard someone walk in.

You spun around in the seat to see Miguel and Miles walking in.

Oh boy, you thought to yourself.

"I don't know how you look at these things for hours on end. We got matching blood shot eyes now so, thats fun."

You tried to joke earning an eye roll from Miguel, Miles covered his mouth with the back of his hand, trying to conceal a smile.

"I called you two in here because..." Miguel sighs looking off to the side as if he'd rather choke than say his next words, "I need you two to go on a mission with me."

He said quietly, avoiding pronunciation.

You and Miles exchanged looks of confusion and subdued grins.

Suddenly Lyla pops up next to Miguel.

"How bout a little louder for the people in the back?"

She teased, causing Miguel to growl, his hand coming to waft her away like unwanted smoke from a cigarette.

"As much as I would like anyone else to go with me, you two are the best people for the job I could think of."

Miguel groans, looking up at the two of you, almost cringing.

You and Miles froze in your spot, looking to one another, then back at him.

"Was that...you admitting you need us? Miles did you hear that?"

You grinned adjusting to sit up straighter in your seat.

"I did, he said we were the best people for the job, or am I hearing things?

Miles played along, his grin as big as yours.

"No, no, I heard it too."

You reassured him jokingly, nodding with vigor.

At this point Miguel's hands were dragging down his face, regretting this decision already.

"Alright, alright, basta. Enough of that."

He points at the two of you, making you purse your lips, hiding a smile.

"What's the job?" You ask sitting comfortably in the chair once again.

"Lyla pull up the plan."

Miguel orders.

"The plan? Forrrrr what? What was it called again?" Lyla said tapping her chin in thought.

"Lyla..." Miguel warned, earning a laugh from her.

Suddenly the room was lit up with the huge screen that displayed Miguel's plan. You and Miles looked up at it. Butterflies set in your stomach already excited to get out of the office and onto a real mission.

"We gotta to to Tijuana, in Miles universe, there are some pretty bad guys there and I'm thinking that univereses Spiderman can't exactly handle it alone." Miguel's red eyes shift to look at Miles

Miles's arms go up in a confused shrug, looking around.

"Uh no offense taken...I guess." Miles said.

"Didn't ask." Miguel quickly shoots back, pulling up another slide. You huff out a laugh at that, eyes looking up at the next slide.

"Plan is we show up to the Hotel a night before the event these guys plan to get there. Somehow they got one of our watches and we've gotta retrieve it. This'll be a stealth mission. We're aiming to avoid confrontation and get as much information on these guys as possible, as well get the watch back to headquarters."

Miguel looks at you and Miles seeing if the two of you were following. You nod along biting the thumb of your glove.

"Question, just out of morbid curiosity, why were we the best ones for the job?"

You ask raising a brow, not really getting it yet. Miguel grabs the bridge of his nose. Guess he didn't want you to ask.

"A man a woman and a child is pretty inconspicuous, doesn't draw attention. Could be a duo mission but it's Miles's universe so he's gonna know his way around more than you or me."

Miguel explains, hands on his hips. You look at Miles, who slowly looks back at you. The two of your eyes lighting up.

"So...this is basically a high stakes game of house?"

You ask, unable to keep the grin of your face. At that Miles explodes in laughter. The two of you giggling at your observation.

"Dios mio..." Miguel shakes his head, he starts to walk out the door. But before he can get too far you swing over to him, stopping him in his tracks. You put a hand on his shoulder to aid you.

"Relajarse. We're all over it." You reassure him. You may tease him but he seemed stressed enough as it is and the least you could do is throw him a bone.

His red eyes looked into yours, they looked tired. His eyebrow cocked. Seemingly still unsure of his choice. Squeezing his shoulder a little tighter you nodded.

"Really." You said.

After a moment of hesitation Miguel huffs "Just be ready by 4 am tomorrow. And I could do without the jokes." Miguel tells you, walking out the door.

You watch him leave and sigh, maybe you should've taken it a tad bit more serious. He could stand to lighten up some, you also thought. You turn back to Miles who's standing there awkwardly.

"I thought it was funny." He shrugged.

You smiled back at him, flicking his ear as you walk past. "Go and pack, goofy."

Miles rubs his ear laughing a swings off to go to just that. You sit back in the chair and continue to watch the monitors. 'This should be fun.'

You think to yourself.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #across the spiderverse #across the spider verse fanfiction #atsv

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typingatlightspeed · 24 days

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if you're still taking not-smut requests, may i please request some dullahan!solly hanging out with djinni!pyro?

TF2 Fanfic - Accelerant

While some of the team plays ball, Pyro watches and has a think. Soldier joins him, and they talk about Engie's body modifications, Pyro's evolving feelings on them, and the nature of their extreme age gap and lifespan difference. Then they build a potato cannon. They talk a little about Soldier's relationship with Scout, but mostly a bit of mayhem ensues.

Part of Monstrous Intent! Ao3 Link! Rating: Teen (there's like one sex joke lol)

I hope you enjoy, anon! This one stymied me for a bit up to the point where Soldier suggested the potato gun, then the final gag with Soldier's head popped into my brain on the drive home from work, and I was like, "THAT'S IT THAT'S THE GAG" and the rest came naturally. :D

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"Yo! Come on, Snipes, I'm open!"

"Bombs away!" Sniper lined up his shot and fired off the football in his hand, launching it for Scout with surprising force moments before Demoman collided with him, tackling him to the dirt.

"Dammit!" Engineer cursed, chasing the pass, knowing there was no way he'd get there in time to intercept, but hoping he could at least bring Scout down before he made any forward progress.

Scout caught the ball easily, eyeing up his options for approach, and took off for the area that had been marked as Engineer and Demoman's goal by setting up a cooler and a particularly large rock and drawing a line in the gravel between with a shovel. He bounded across the desert floor, grinning as Engineer charged for him, intent on bringing him to the ground. With a grunt, he kicked off the ground, vaulting Engineer in one leap, his hoof tapping the shorter man's hard hat and launching him into a second-stage jump, carrying him well past any hope of being caught. He sped into the end zone and spiked the ball, prancing in a circle and pumping his fists to the sky. "Woo! Now that's how it's done! Eat my dust, Hardhat!"

"Damn double-jumpin' jackrabbit," Engineer cursed with a pout. He shot a glare at Demoman, who was now quite busy pinning Sniper to the ground and tickling his neck with his muttonchops. "Dammit, Demo, we're tryin' to play a ballgame, here!"

"Yeah, play games with Snipes' balls off 'a the field, you mook," Scout teased, snatching the ball back up and trotting over.

"D'ye want Scout, then?" Demoman offered to Engineer, sitting up on his knees and letting Sniper wheeze in a breath between diminishing laughs.

"'Least he's tryin' to play the damn game," Engineer reasoned, tossing Scout a look and shaking his head.

"How 'bout we take five, get some water, an' let these two get the giggles out?" Scout asked, jerking his thumb at Demoman and Sniper. "I'll go grab my basketball. Football ain't shit with only four players."

"Yeah, that's fair."

"Sure you'll be good for basketball, Truckie?" Sniper asked, sitting up and shoving Demoman off of himself.

Engineer glared at Sniper, knowing exactly the dig he was about to make. "Stretch, dunks ain't the entire game. Ain't gotta be a giant to sink three-pointers."

"Dibs on Engie," Scout announced immediately. "Robot hand's gotta be an unfair advantage!"

High above, Pyro sat on one of the catwalks above the base, watching his teammates mill around and grab bottles of water from the cooler. He hoped that this wasn't the end of their game. It had been entertaining to watch Scout, Sniper, and Engineer actually trying while Demoman was intent on turning it into a game of grab-ass rather than actual sport. All the same he giggled watching the bomber pull his lover into a kiss before being swatted with his hat playfully and having water dumped on his head. As Scout trotted inside, Engineer unclipped his overalls to remove his work shirt, fanning himself. He cracked open his water and poured a little on himself before taking a swig, looking up in surprise upon hearing Pyro whistle from above. He grinned upon seeing him wave from the catwalk, and waved back.

The distant burst and whoosh of an explosion caught Pyro's attention from behind, and he turned to see Soldier sailing up into the air, fresh off a rocket jump. He nearly overshot the catwalk, landing at first on the railing before turning on his toe and hopping down far more nimbly than expected of a man his size.

Pyro half-turned, waving to him. "Hey Soldier!"

"Hello Pyro!" Soldier greeted brightly. He set his launcher down against the railing and ambled over to sit down beside Pyro, letting his legs dangle off the catwalk and kicking his feet idly. "What are you up to?"

"Hanging out. Thinking, mostly."

"What about?"

Pyro looked down at Engineer, who had clipped his overalls back into place and was currently holding the basketball as Scout stripped his shirt off, the two of them clearly taking team Skins for their little two on two game. They headed over to where their makeshift hoop of a bottomless milk crate nailed to a board had been hung on the edge of the porch overlooking a concrete paddock and set up to play. "Engie, mostly," he replied, a sigh in his voice.

"He is pretty dreamy. You should ask him out," Soldier teased.

Pyro snorted a laugh at that. "I dunno, I think he might be out of my league. You know the guy's got eleven PhDs?"

Soldier frowned. "Sounds fake." Another snorting laugh rewarded him, making his grin return immediately. "So what's Engie got you thinking about?" he asked, turning his gaze down to the game below.

"Ah, he's working on a new 'upgrade' to his body. A new spine. First stage of a full endoskeletal conversion project, so he says."

Soldier looked to Pyro and stared blankly.

"He's gonna replace all of his bones with metal ones eventually," Pyro explained.

"That botherin' you still?" "A little," Pyro admitted. "A lot less than before, though. I understand a lot more about his prosthetics, how they work, why I don't see the glamour in them like I do other things he builds. They're really clever, actually! In addition to making it so they obey his commands by a mix of reading muscle impulses and magical will-working, they're powered basically by pulling ambient magic out of the air, which is a completely sustainable fuel source. The Conaghers have been doing magic artifice for generations without even realizing it, because they've been accidentally blending magic into their technology. It's why nobody's been able to replicate their designs. The Australium is the key resource that makes it all come together, with its arcanoconductivity."

Soldier picked at his ear with his pinky finger, about half of what Pyro was saying flying directly over his head to go crash and burn somewhere in the desert. "So what's the problem?"

"I dunno, I guess I still have a lot of trouble getting past the fact that he's removing perfectly good flesh and bone for this, taking himself apart, you know?"

"Doc adds and removes stuff from us all the time," Soldier pointed out, lifting a finger into the air in an imitation of the doctor's mannerisms.

"Yeah, but at least it's usually internal so I don't notice."

"So are a spine and bones."

"But his entire legs and hand weren't. And once he finishes with bones, you can guarantee he's gonna work outward from there."

"Fair." Soldier let out a long breath through his nose, his brain churning. "Hadn't Engie been complaining about his back for as long as we've known him?"

"He does do a lot of lifting."

"Worn out, busted."

"Doesn't sleep great some nights."

"Can't sit too long."

"Practically eats aspirin."

"Ice packs."

"Heat packs."

"The way he smells like tiger balm after a real long match."

"He's strong as an ox, but he's in his mid-forties," Pyro sighed.

"It's not really perfectly good flesh and bone then, huh?"

"Guess you're right." Pyro leaned his forehead against the railing, flames creeping around the metal bar a bit. "He's in a lot of pain a lot of the time. This'd actually fix a problem rather than just do it for the sake of doing it, huh?"

"What's more practical than replacing the busted part?"

"You sound like Engie," Pyro chuckled.

"All I'm saying is that from what I've been told by people I've outlived is that the average red-blooded American man expects to just barely get past seventy years if he doesn't give his life in glorious battle first. Engie's more than halfway through that. He's probably trying to make himself last as long as he can. After all, he doesn't have the luxury of already being dead, like me!" Soldier jerked a thumb at himself with a grin.

Pyro chuckled and shook his head. Soldier was too good at making a solid point when he wanted to be. All the same, he didn't like being reminded about how short the rest of Engineer's life would be. "I'm ageless, eternal," he sighed, his eyes following Engineer's movements as he juked Demoman right off of his feet and sunk a two-pointer with ease. "I'm gonna outlive him. Just like I outlive everyone."

"How many human partners have you buried?"

"Too many. I don't know if I can do it again. But I know I'll have to."

Soldier hated to see his friend wilt like this, pain written clearly across his flaming face. "Maybe that's something Engie can prevent? He's smart enough."

"Short of becoming something supernatural, no human has, Soldier."

"You said it yourself that his cyber-stuff is basically magic, right? Maybe he'll build himself a new body that'll never grow old or break down so long as he keeps fixing it up! With the strength of five gorillas, and an ass that physically cannot quit!"

Pyro barked a laugh at that, his giggles fading into a soft hum. "Maybe so. Guess it's time we have that conversation, huh?"

"You haven't talked about all that?" "Not so much, no. It's not exactly fun to think about it."

"Got me there."

The sounds of Scout shit-talking Sniper's terrible free throw filled the silence.

Soldier looked back to Pyro again. "You wanna make a potato cannon?"

Pyro looked at him with all of the severity of a man about to realize his life's calling. "Hell yeah I do."

The bay door to Engineer's workshop rolled up, the sunlight momentarily blinding for Pyro and Soldier as they stepped out of the base. Soldier held a large plastic tube in his arms. It was long, and about an inch and a half diameter until it reached a connector after about two feet, and attached to a piece that was about three inches in diameter for its final foot.

"I'm surprised we didn't need to steal more from Engie."

"PVC pipe, connector, PVC cement to glue it all together, pipe cap, and a quick visit to the drill press, no problem," Pyro chuckled, shaking up a can of hair spray, a sack of potatoes firmly grasped in his other hand.

"Why did you have hairspray in your quarters, anyway?"

Pyro stared blankly at him like he'd asked the stupidest question in the world. He held out one finger, a soft glow heralding a small mote of flame springing to life at its tip. Without interrupting eye contact for even a moment, he held it up to the spray can and pressed down, the spray making the little fire into a gout of flame.

Soldier grinned. "Let's see if we can hit the Sword Van from here with it."

They set up on the edge of the paddock that led to the bay door, kneeling down and setting out their meager supplies. Pyro handed Soldier a potato, which he stuffed partway into the narrow barrel of the gun and tamped it onto the concrete to mash it in, the pipe shaving off any of the spud that didn't fit inside.

"Hey Soldier," Pyro began, popping the cap off of the hairspray can. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Okay."

"Where did you go that one furlough when we had that party at Engie's place?"

Soldier frowned, laying the potato cannon over his shoulder like a rocket launcher.

"If you don't want to—"

"I went to go see Ta—," he cleared his throat, "The RED Demoman."

Pyro pulled the cap off of the back end of the wide combustion chamber of the cannon. "I thought things were over between you two."

"It is. It was. Maybe. I dunno. We screwed. Almost felt like old times. But... he figured me out."

"What do you mean?"

"He guessed I wasn't human."

"Oh."

"I'd been afraid of that since day one. He didn't try to kill me on the spot, so it went better than expected, but not by much."

"I'm sorry, Sol."

"Don't be. Made me do some thinking for once. Realize what's important to me, and what I had right in front of me this whole time."

"Scout?"

Soldier smiled softly. "Yeah." He steadied his grip. "Light 'er up!"

With a nod, Pyro sprayed the hairspray into the combustion chamber and plugged it, then snapped his fingers to summon a spark inside, lighting the aerosol. With a soft kick and a THOOMP, the potato rocketed out of the pipe and streaked across the yard and parking lot, slamming into the side of the team's getaway van, bouncing off with a satisfying PWANG. Soldier and Pyro both whooped a laugh and high-fived.

"Reloading!" Soldier called, grabbing another potato and stuffing it into the pipe. He shouldered the cannon once again for Pyro to prep.

"You and Scout doing good, then?"

"Yes! He is not afraid of or disgusted by the fact that I am dead and can remove my head. Now that I have this collar," he flicked the metal ring that hung from the front of his Cephalophore's Collar, "he likes it even more. Mostly because I can screw him and blow him at the same time."

"Priorities," Pyro chuckled, uncapping the cannon.

"He's fun, and sweet, and gets that a fist fight can be a way to say I love you if you're both laughing when you do it. He makes me feel light inside. He makes me feel important. And wanted. And I don't have to hide anything."

"You don't realize how important that last part really is until you finally have it," Pyro mused. "I get it." He shook up the hairspray and sprayed it into the chamber.

"Yeah."

Pyro plugged the chamber. "Fire in the hole!" With a snap, a spark lit and with another THOOMP the potato was sent screaming across the lot to graze a different spot on the van with a WHUNG. "Haha, nice!"

"We should shoot something else."

"Sure, but what?"

Soldier rooted around in the bag for another potato and withdrew a wrinkled, soft one that was weeping liquid that smelled utterly vile. He recoiled for a moment before a wicked grin crossed his teeth. "I have an idea."

"I'm open! I'm open!" Scout hollered, waving his arms in the air.

Engineer craned around Sniper, who was doing his best to stay in his way and block the pass. He cast a look around, noticed one of the support beams of the porch, and grinned. "Port side, son!" He ducked under Sniper's armpit and shot the ball at the beam, bouncing it off and right into Scout's waiting hands. He drove for the hoop, leaping out of Demoman's grasp with ease for the dunk...

And was shot out of the air when a rotten potato slammed into his solar plexus.

Scout folded in on himself as he hurtled to the ground, landing in a heap, the ball forgotten. The stench of rotten potato filled his nose, and he had to fight the urge to gag as he gasped and tried to regain his breath, a sharp throb of pain sparking through his chest and belly. He wheezed, clawing at the ground, the noisome smell filling his senses and making his bile threaten to rise as he writhed.

Sniper's head whipped in the direction from whence it came, and he squinted, making out the shapes of Pyro and Soldier in the parking lot, rolling on the ground laughing. "Oi, you cunts! What's the big idea?!"

Pyro climbed to his knees and cupped his hands around his mouth to holler. "He okay?!"

"He smells bloody awful!" Demoman called back, trotting over to help the fallen faun to his hooves, dodging chunks of potato as he ripped his shirt off.

"Oh, I'm okay alright," Scout growled, then spit on the ground. When he saw Soldier he grinned. "They ain't, though!"

"Hey, Sol?" Pyro said, shaking Soldier, who was still laying on the pavement, shaking off giggles. "Sol. Sol, he's coming."

"Who's coming?"

"Scout's coming and he does not look like it's in peace."

Soldier rolled up into grinned broadly, throwing his arms wide. "How you like that mashed potato, Private?!"

"Ohhhh brother you're in for it now," Scout growled, diving at Soldier and sending the two of them tumbling out of the lot and into the dirt, fists flying, legs kicking, throwing up a cloud of dust as they brawled like it was an old cartoon.

Pyro set the hairspray down and quickly sidled out of sight and back into the base.

It was a few minutes before Sniper spotted Scout returning, shirtless, with a bloody nose and a cut above his eyebrow, something clutched in his arms. "What in the hell is he carryin'?"

Scout saw them watching him and tucked the object under one arm, lowering himself and charging back onto their makeshift court with speed. "Yo Snipes, alley-oop!" he yelled, double-jumping over the assassin and finally making that dunk, hanging from the milk crate basket for a moment before dropping to his hooves victoriously.

Everyone looked at what he'd dunked. Soldier's detached head, with a black eye and a fat lip, grinned up at them. "Hello! I am a basketball!"

Demoman threw an arm around Sniper and gently slugged him in the side. "See? Told ye we're nae the weirdest couple on base by a longshot."

#Lightspeed Replies #Anonymous #team fortress 2 #tf2 fanfiction #Monstrous Intent #TF2 Texas Toast #TF2 Batting Helmets #TF2 Sword Van #TF2 Pyro #TF2 Soldier #TF2 Engineer #TF2 Scout #TF2 Demoman #TF2 Sniper

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cositapreciosa · 11 months

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You & Me III

Gilbert 'Gilly' Lopez x ex-army!reader, the usual for the show, 4316 words

a/n : first time i've made a third part of anything? hope it still slaps

You can find the masterlist here !

Tagging my Gilly people @narcolini @drabbles-mc <3

‘’ God damn it, woman. ‘’

You knew that would come, but you didn’t expect it to be the second you stepped out of the car. You thought you could have sneaked your way past the garage, past Gil and straight into the clubhouse, hoping EZ would be there, but turns out that all the bombs, the gunshots and even the missing muffler on his truck weren’t enough to damage his hearing. You couldn’t figure out why his ears weren’t ringing when yours were almost all the time now. You can hear him mumbling as he walks your way.

‘’ I told you to stay put. That I would take care of this. ‘’

You can tell he is angry, and as much as you would like to pretend not to hear him, and walk away, you can’t. You close the door, and when you turn around, he is in front of you, tall and shoulders pushed back. He looks good in his uniform, a dark grey jumpsuit that he is wearing with the sleeves tied to his hips. You can tell he has stained his tank top again, despite the dark colour and telling him he needed to stock up on Oxiclean.

‘’ Hi, baby, I missed you, baby? ‘’

He ignores your attempt to smooth this out, arm moving behind your left side to pull the door of the truck open, the metal door missing your hip by an inch. Deciding to borrow his pick-up truck might have been pushing your luck too, but there is nothing he can do about it now. He points to the driver’s seat.

‘’ You’re going to sit your ass back down, and you’re going to go home, baby. ‘’

‘’ I’m not. ‘’

‘’ You- ‘’

He bites his tongue, you can tell, see it roll in his mouth. You like to rile him up, of course you do, especially because he falls for it each time. He better gear up today, because you are determined. You will talk to Alvarez, or maybe EZ, whichever is here, whichever would listen to what you have to say. Gil takes a deep breath as he takes a step forward, chest pressing into yours, silently and slowly trying to push you back into the car. When don’t move, sneakers pressing into the gravel, he talks again.

‘’ You are unbelievable. I’ve got two cars on the lifts, I don’t have time for this- ‘’

‘’ Yo, Gilly, gotta stop bailing on me like that, man. ‘’

Coco walks out of the garage, cigarette between his lips, hat pushed back. His hair has grown longer since the last time you saw him, just past his shoulders. He smiles when he sees you.

‘’ Sup, girl. How you been? ‘’

He doesn’t seem to notice the tension in both your bodies, a position that could easily be mistaken for some welcoming hug. A weird one, really, one where you are pushing back against a human wall, one where Gil could force you inside if he decided to do it. His knuckles are white from gripping the door, he knows he can’t just shoo you away anymore, that the boys will want to talk to you, ask you how you’ve been doing, if they fixed the leaking sink alright.

‘’ Been good, Coco, thank you. How bout you? ‘’

‘’ Same ol’ shit, mama. Are you here only for the big man or you came for us losers too? ‘’

You snort at that, using the momentum to slither past Gil, letting him close the door in defeat behind you. You hear him grunt something in return, but you don’t give him the attention of turning around. Coco crush the rest of his cigarette under his foot, he is smiling again, clearly happy with the joke he just made.

‘’ I came for Ava, but Gil told me she left this morning, so I bullied the big man into buying me a beer before his lunch break instead. ‘’

A straight-up lie, and Gil has to know you are lying, you are convinced it is written on your forehead. Big letters, bold and coloured. Coco doesn’t seem to notice it, though, doesn’t even move over the fact that Ava wasn’t even here this morning, as he lights another cigarette. You like Coco, you find him funny, smart, kind, and you realize you hate lying to him. It is probably because he took care of the body that night, telling you that he would take care of it. Maybe you feel guilty that it has come to light, guilty about how he might feel about it when the truth comes out.

‘’ Go spend his money, girl. He has to be back in an hour though. ‘’

‘’ Duly noted, chief. ‘’

He smiles at that, hand clasping on your shoulder in goodbye before walking back to the garage. You can feel Gil’s presence behind you, all warmth and anger. You don’t like giving him the cold shoulder, but you know you have to rip the bandage off, figure this whole thing out and find a solution before it is too late. You still wish it could be wrong, that Marco’s information is wrong, that they did find a body, just not that body. What a weird fucking day already. You and Jacob's endless hunt for his lost homework right before having to leave for school, coffee spilling on your jeans on the way to the club, using the silent treatment on your man and confessing to a murder in front of illegal bikers.

You look at him over your shoulder only to find out he is already looking down at you. Don’t do it, it means, but you know you have to.

‘’ I’m gonna go in there, ‘’ you begin, ‘’ and I’m going to sit at the table and tell Alvarez everything. I want you to do it with me. ‘’

His gaze breaks away from yours, meeting a point far away in the distance. You know you are pushing him into something he wanted to wait for, but you can’t spend another sleepless night over this. Not when you woke up every hour or so, walking to the door to make sure it is locked, hand reaching in your nightstand to feel the cool metal of the gun that is tucked in there.

He motions for you to walk, chin pointing to the door, towards the clubhouse. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, relieved.

‘’ You got my back on this? ‘’ you ask.

‘’ Always. ‘’

The clubhouse still smells of old wood and liquor, just like you remember it. You have been here before, seated at the bar with Gil, tagging along to celebrate whoever’s birthday or whatever event needed tequila shots and cigars. It always felt cozy, in your opinion, mostly because it belonged to them, every piece of it, every memorabilia and every bullet hole that splintered the walls. You understand why Gil loves this place every time you push the doors, why it reminds him of the army, the nostalgia of it.

You are greeted as soon as you come in, hello’s from behind the bar, the pool table. You had felt confident on the way here, fingers gripped tightly on the wheel, telling Gil you would get in there with or without him, but whatever is twisting your insides now feels like nervousness, impatient to get this over with. You feel Gil’s hand on your back, showing you forward, past the doorstep. His fingers are warm on your back, heavy, brushing the skin peaking between your shorts and your shirt.

‘’ Do you think it would be better if you took the lead from here? ‘’ you ask him.

You know it would make him feel good to be in control, to be able to take the reigns on this one. He squeezes the side of your hip in response, his warmth leaving as soon as it arrived as he moves around you and towards the hallway to your right, the one you know leads to Templo, disappearing from your sight. You usually wouldn’t ask for help, you would deal with it on your own, swallow the anxiety, the nerves and jump in, but asking for help is something you have done more than usual the past few months. You always wait for it to come back and bite you, reminding you of why you stopped doing it in the first place, but it hasn’t, not yet.

‘’ Can I get you anything to drink, sweetheart? ‘’

Cielo catches your eyes behind the bar, torso leaning over the counter, wiping away any spilled liquid. You smile, and you hope she doesn’t notice that it is forced, that your fists are closed so tight you think your nails might break the skin.

‘’ I’m all good, thanks. Just waiting for Gilly. ‘’

Gilly. It still feels weird to say it like they do. It has always been Gil, ranger, or any insults that fitted the need at the time. He never took any of it personally, of course, but he was always quick to answer something witty in response. Another minute passes, and he is back in front of you just as fast as he had left, one hand sliding in yours, prying open your tensed fingers.

‘’ Come with me. ‘’

And you do, following him into the hallway, posters and license plates decorating the walls. The air is heavy, and the more your steps bring you toward the doorway, the more you can feel your heart in your throat. Your hand hasn’t left Gil’s, fingers wrapped so hard around his tattooed ones he might think you are scared he would let go. Deep breath in, deep breath out. You let him pull you further in, almost bumping into his back when he stops in front of a woven basket, reaching into his back pocket to drop his phone into it.

‘’ You got your cell? ‘’

You nod, rapidly reaching into your pocket to place your phone next to his.

‘’ Good, ‘’ he swallows, ‘’ You got your gun? ‘’

‘’ I don’t? Look, Gil, if I’m making anyone uncomfortable, I can just… ‘’

You can just what? Go home? Actually get your gun and wait for the wave to come crashing? You watch him adjust the sunglasses on top of his head.

‘’ This is just protocol, you’re good, Alvarez said he would listen to what we had to say. I told him that Marco came by the house. He had already heard something about a missing brother. ‘’

Just as he finishes, he takes a step closer to you, coming back into your personal space. You didn’t expect him to kiss you, warm lips against yours, with his hand under your chin. It makes your body shiver despite the heat, toes curling and craving for more. When he pulls away, he is smiling. You are not sure why, looking at the circumstances, but God, God, maybe you do love him for real, maybe it isn’t in your head or it is routine from being around too long, maybe-

‘’ Hey. Everything is going to be fine, take a deep breath. ‘’

And you do, because he tells you to, because his hand is warm behind your ear. You nod, I’m good, you want to tell him, let’s do this. You know he reads you like an open book, hand squeezing the back of your neck in encouragement before he turns to face the stained glass door.

The air seems thicker inside the Templo, barely any light, dark leather chairs, and cigarette smoke filling the air. Alvarez sits at the end of the table, watching as Gil sends you toward one side of the table while he goes for the other. You take a seat in front of your man, El Padrino on your right. You had met Marcus two times before, the first time when you had met everyone else for Angel’s birthday at the clubhouse, the other after you had stumbled upon his wife in the grocery store, a sweet woman was quick to invite Gil and you for a barbecue at their house.

The third time is today, just as you are about to tell him the truth, what you have been bottling up for weeks now, the blood that still stains your nails. Nothing Marcus hasn’t done before, you can easily guess. It feels weird the more you think about it, how your lives are similar in many ways, but different in so many others. It is Gil that breaks the silence, forearms leaning on the table. His eyes meet yours for a brief second. Behave.

‘’ Thank you, Padrino, for meeting with us. ‘’

Marcus acknowledges him with a grunt, a brief nod. If Gil notices the astonishment that paints your face he doesn’t let it show. Whatever boot-licking, democratic bullshit this is, you are already over it, but you let him speak, mostly because you told him you would. It is rarely his thing to lay low, lick boots and follow the rules, maybe the two of you have just gotten too old for it. But Alvarez doesn’t answer him, he turns to you instead, Gil discarded as quickly as he had started.

‘’ So, this has to do with the missing brother they found in the state park? ‘’

‘’ Maybe? I mean- I don’t know if that’s where they buried him. ‘’

‘’ They? ‘’

Marcus is intimidating, unreadable, pulling on his smoke every once in a while. He seems unbothered, and that makes you nervous. You don’t know how much you should tell him or how much Gil planned to tell him. You wouldn’t want to put any of them under fire of any kind, especially when they did all of this out of the kindness of their heart. You could have been anyone that night, but they helped anyway. Your eyes flicker to Gil, his hands are crossed in front of him and he is looking at you, fingers twitching for a smoke. You wish you could tell him to have one, that you'll allow it this time, that he doesn’t have to hide them in the inside pocket of his uniform. He motions to you to keep going as he eventually pulls one out.

‘’ Coco and Creeper. I needed the help and Gil called them. ‘’

Marcus hums, crushing the end of his cigar against the ashtray. ‘’ And help with what? ‘’

He is pulling it out of you, question by question. This feels like an interrogation, and in a way it is, nothing you haven’t done before, nothing you haven’t gone through before. It tingles inside of you, the adrenaline that pumps in your veins just at the mere thought of it. You try to remind yourself that this is a safe place, that you are home, but still, your arms feel heavy, neck muscles tensing. You try to swallow it down, readjusting in your chair. If Marcus wants the truth, the whole story, you’ll give it to him.

‘’ A dead body, the one I murdered. ‘’

You can see the twitch in his eyebrows, the surprise hidden deep behind his brown eyes. He didn’t expect you to tell that fast you bet, but that means he has been underestimating you so far.

‘’ I was doing mercs jobs in Fresno for a few months, that’s where I met him- ‘’

‘’ What the fuck? ‘’

The cold that drips from his words is like an ice bucket in your face. You had almost forgotten that Gil was there, silently watching from his side of the table. As you look at him, you can see the anger in his eyes, the shock moving across his face. Wait.

‘’ I thought you knew? I left Santo Padre for a job, I told Rea about it. ‘’

‘’ And you thought she would tell me? Snitch on you while you were back on this bullshit? You told me you would stop. ‘’

You don’t have an answer to give him, because you did tell him you would try, but that was a year ago, when life had started to feel good again, until it wasn’t, until you felt that need to run again. They are using you, he used to say, they don’t fucking care if you come back alive. He was right, but what he didn’t understand was that you didn’t care either if you did or not. Bills needed to be paid, dark thoughts and memories more easily buried under the clicking sound of ammunition and the smell of gunpowder. Gil is leaning across the table, chair pulled back a few inches, and if you didn’t know him, you would think he was ready to jump, hands on throat.

You don’t have an answer to give him, but you still open your mouth, hoping to find something to say. Marcus cuts you before you can.

‘’ And then what? ‘’

He is looking at Gil, and you figure he is telling him to back off, to calm down. Surprisingly he does, pressing back into his chair, huffing. You close your fists under the table, hoping the pain will bring you back into the room with them.

‘’ Then he was an abusive bitch, and he tried to kill me, so I did him first. ‘’

You can still hear the thumping in your ears, feel the split skin of your knuckles as you continue.

‘’ I didn’t know he was SAMCRO. I’m here so we can find a solution. ‘’

You finally meet Gil’s eyes across the table. He feels so far away, miles and miles when he is only at arm's length if you reached far enough. You crave his touch, you realize, you want him to hold you like he does at night, tucked in his chest, nose pressed against his shirt. It would smell like him, your favourite detergent, that Irish soap he uses in the shower.

‘’ I know what this would mean for the club if they think it’s your guys who did it. I don’t want this to happen. ‘’

You feel it in the back of your head, those thoughts that make you think that this is wrong, this is what happens when you stay for too long, when you stop and start thinking too much. The crescent nail-shaped wounds in your palms hurt. You are not sure how you knock out of it, but you are back, and Gil still sits in front of you, deep brown eyes observing you. You can tell he noticed it, how far away you were, barely a second. Alvarez turns to him.

‘’ I have already talked to Tig. The Fresno charter does think we’ve done it, and Marco has confirmed that they did find some evidence that points to us. ‘’ I don’t want to run again, please don’t make me do it again. ‘’ I’ve been told his brother doesn’t seem that bothered, but he does want reparation. ‘’

‘’ Whatever he wants, but I’m keeping my fingers. ‘’

That makes him crack a smile, barely pulling at the side of his lips. He can laugh if he wants, but you are dead serious. You have met Chucky before, and even though he is a nice man, got a good job, that is not a sacrifice you are willing to do.

‘’ Cash seemed fine with him, if it’s fine with you. ‘’

‘’ How much? ‘’ Gil is quick to ask.

‘’ Hundred thousand. ‘’

‘’ That’s insane. She was fighting back, not- ‘’

El Padrino raises his hand, asking for silence he is rapidly met with. What surprises you is when Alvarez asks him to leave, even more so when Gilly actually does it, reluctantly, of course, but nonetheless. You can’t stay in this room if he isn’t, because you know you can’t deal with Marcus alone. You are panicking just at the idea of it, like a dog being left behind. The room feels smaller suddenly, and just as your knees lock, ready to stand up and walk away with Gil, Marcus stops you.

‘’ No. ‘’ Is all he says, ‘’ You’re staying. ‘’

Both of you watch as your man crushes his cigarette against the ashtray, giving you a brave nod before closing the door behind him. When Marcus’s attention is back on you, you can tell he is asking if you can do it, if you have enough. Gil was right on this one, it is insane, no one carries that much money in cash, not you. Your teeth are piercing your bottom lips, maybe you could spare a finger or two, you think, maybe you could do that.

‘’ I can get you 15 thousand in a few days. Not more than twenty if you give me a week. ‘’

The silence is deafening, you can hear the buzzing from the overhead lights. You are ready to pay your debt if that is what SAMCRO expects of you, any way they see fit, you stopped trying to change people’s minds a long time ago. There's no point in lying to Alvarez, even if you try, a hundred thousand dollars is just too much.

‘’ So you have a military background? ‘’

You frown. You don’t understand what this has to do with all of this.

‘’ Yes. Gil and I were in the same unit for years. ‘’

Friendship, lovers, everything in between, rangers in death and life. He takes a cigarette out of his pack, offering you one. You think about accepting it, only for a second, long enough that he can see the hesitation in your eyes before you decline.

‘’ We could use someone with your skills. ‘’ he begins, ‘’ Sharp, quick. ‘’

The smoke dries your eyes when he exhales. You know what he is offering, a type of work you have done before, something you’re good at, something that Gil would have said no to if he had stayed. Alvarez is offering you a chance to say yes, to make your own decision.

‘’ I could loan you the eighty-five thousand you need, drop it all off to SAMCRO, but you’d be in our debt. ‘’

I need to ask Gil, I need to know if this is fair, if this is legit, I need-

‘’ Can I sleep on it? ‘’

‘’ As long as you want, until they’re tired of waiting. ‘’

You don’t remember when or how you left the room, if Alvarez even told you you could leave, but before you know it you are passing the stained glass door, phone back in hand. Gil is not at the bar when you turn the corner, and you hate that it crosses your mind for a second that he left you, took his shit and drove away in anger. You know it’s not true, that you are thinking too much again. Too much thinking, too much-

You push the door open, fresh air in your lungs, the sun prickling your eyes. You want to cry, to fall on your knees and sob all of it away. All of the stress, the images that pass behind your eyes every time you close them, the ringing in your ears.

I want to go home. It’s the first thing you tell him when you reach the truck, where he is leaning against the hood, sunglasses covering his eyes. You can see the panic on his face, the way your own has crashed on him like waves. I want to go home, please, I can’t-

‘’ Hey, hey, it’s all good, I’ll drive you home, baby. ‘’

Breathe, you can’t breathe. You only seem to be able to when he eventually brings you to the passenger side, when you feel the leather on your thighs, when the drilling noise coming from the garage finally stops as he closes the door.

Can I sleep on it?

You told Alvarez that you would do it, let them use those skills of yours as they saw fit, you do remember that now. Eighty-five thousand dollars in exchange for your life. Is it really how much you are worth?

As long as you want, until they’re tired of waiting.

You don’t feel like telling Gil, admitting to him that you took what looks like the easy way out. No out in glory and blood, guns blazing. It feels like you are out of high school all over again, passing in front of that army booth. Good pay, insurance, good pension, holding that blue disposable pen as you sign your life away for the next six years. We could use someone like you, with your knowledge. Same old shit, new leadership.

‘’ Would you think I fucked up, ‘’ you whisper as he buckles his seatbelt, ‘’ If I told you I made a deal with Alvarez? ‘’

You can see him bite his tongue, the clench in his jaw at your words. He knows to eat his words and think about it before he answers, and you are grateful for it. You couldn’t take it if he had said the first thing that came to his mind. You can’t stop your leg from shaking, up and down, up and-

‘’ Of course not. ‘’ He says, gently pressing his hand on your thigh.

You immediately feel better when he turns the corner and drives out of the yard, his palm caressing your skin in an effort to show comfort, understanding. Of course not, he says again and again, like it would fix the panic in your chest. You hope he means it, that with all his heart he thinks that it’s true.

Of course not, baby.

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Wreck-It Ralph & Mario Bros: Of Plungers and Hammers pt 1

What if during Wreck It Ralph, Felix didn't get together with Calhoun? What if our Fix-It fella had eyes for someone else? Someone who has eyes for him as well. But when that affection is acted on, Felix is reminded of something that leads to actions that could destroy not only the relationship he's longed for, but his dear friend's very life...

Litwak waved to the last two customers as he locked the doors of the Arcade. Turning off the neon 'Open' sign, he took one last look around at the rows of games. Each beeped and blipped softly, as if they too were settling down for the night. Entering his cluttered office and taking a seat, he muttered to himself as he looked over some papers. Adding things up in an old calculator, his eyes lit up at the results and he picked up the phone, dialing a number. "Hi mom! Oh, good, real good. Was just checking and I got what I need for the trip... Yup! Right, two weeks. I figure about next Friday. Wanna announce it first so customers know. Great! See you then, tell dad I said 'hi'." he listened and laughed at her reply. "Yeah, yeah, tell him we gotta go fishin'." Saying goodbye, he hung up and went back out to the main room where he looked over all the games. "Gonna miss you all when I go on vacation next week." He waved a finger scoldingly. "I want all of you to behave while I'm gone! Two weeks no customers, you all won't know what to do with yourselves." Once he left, the 'All Clear' call was sounded around the Arcade. At the Fix-It Felix, Jr cabinet, the Nicelanders filed their way back into the apartment building. Felix meanwhile leapt from window to window to take the fast route down where he met up with Wreck-It Ralph. "Hoo boy, a whole two weeks? That's gonna be somethin'." Felix said. "I'll have to wreck a few things just to keep you in shape," Ralph joked. "But a vacation might be nice. Any idea what you'll do with your time off?" Thinking it over, Felix shook his head. "I don't really know. Bound to be something to keep me busy, I guess." "You know, Eggman's been talkin' about setting up a dance floor and DJ booth in Game Central Station, he wants to give it a try. Might be a way to have some fun. Oh!" Ralph then remembered. "Speaking of it's almost time for my meeting. Catch you around, Felix!" Now alone, Felix scuffed his foot, lost in thought. "A whole two weeks, golly gee." he muttered. Deciding on going to the station, he called for Ralph to wait up.

Across Game Central Station, in the Mario Kart game... "Two weeks?!" Daisy fumed. "Where's the fun in two weeks off?" "We can still race," Luigi gently pointed out. She groaned, draping herself dramatically over the bench. She, Luigi, Mario, Peach, and Bowser had gathered at the castle gardens. "I know that, green bean, but where's the fun without any gamers?" she whined. Bowser growled. "Whiny as a teenager." he snarled. "You guys deal with this, I got a meetin' to get to." He left to a chorus of goodbyes and Daisy jumped up, grabbing Luigi's arm. "C'mon, we're going to Sugar Rush!" "What?! But we just spent all day racing!" he protested. "Can we at least stop by BurgerTime first? I'm starving." "And have you throw up from eating before a race? No way. Hey, Bowser! Hold the cars, will ya?!" Luigi groaned and followed, protesting that he had only thrown up once and she didn't need to keep reminding him of it. Mario chuckled as he shook his head. Peach came up beside him. "Any plans tonight?" He stretched, cracking his back. "A walk after being crammed in the kart all day. How 'bout you?" Saying she had reading to catch up on, Peach wished him a good evening and returned to the castle. Making his way to the little tram station, Mario climbed aboard and rode alone to Game Central Station. Exiting his game, he tipped his hat to Surge before starting a leasurly stroll. The station was buzzing with activity, game characters going to and from different areas or meeting in small groups. Passing by them Mario overheard most of the conversations were about the upcoming time off. He couldn't help but wonder just what would happen in those two weeks.

A week later... Fix-It Felix Jr let out a low sigh, sitting back on the bench and pulling his cap off. Game Central Station was surprisingly quiet. Most of the arcade's denizens were now relaxing back in their own games as it was getting close to three in the morning. Since the Arcade had announced it would be closed, they had been busy as people came in to wish Litwak a safe trip and play games while they had the chance, and today was extra packed with one game after another. By the time it was done, Felix was more than ready for a break. He closed his eyes, relishing the quiet. He didn't open his eyes when soft footsteps shuffled over but they shot open as a voice was heard. "Hey Felix." Felix jerked in surprise, dropping his hat. "M-Mario! H-Hey," he ran his gloved fingers through his hair, trying to sit up straight as he cleared his throat. "How um, w-what's got you out at this hour?" The red-clad plumber picked up the dropped hat, handing it back to him with a faint smile. "Wanted to relax. Can I...?" he glanced at the bench. Felix scooted over in a hurry. "S-Sure! Have a seat." he felt a familiar heat rising to his cheeks. Swallowing hard he forced the blush away and put his hat back on as the other man sat beside him. "So, your game's been busy too, huh?" Felix winced slightly, hissing to himself it was a stupid question. A low laugh broke him out of self-scolding. Mario's bright sapphire eyes shone in the lights of the station. "Yeah, I donno who had more gamers, my game or Sugar Rush!" he laughed again. "I gotta ask Vanellope if she kept track of how many came by." He glanced at Felix. "How about you? You an' Ralph hangin' in there?" "It's been busy but Ralph, oh man, he's a trooper! And Q-Bert and the others have been really helping out." "I think it's great you helped give them new homes." Mario said. "I know we're called 'heroes' in our games but what you did? That's a real hero to me." Felix didn't catch it but Mario couldn't look him in the eyes while he spoke, he was hiding a blush of his own.

A little ways away, Ralph bit into a cherry he had snuck from Pac-Man's and chewed slowly before swallowing. "Those two have been spendin' a lot of time together lately after closing. A lot more than usual. You think they'll ever figure it out?" he asked around another mouthful. Vanellope scoffed from beside him. "Oh please, they're both thicker than the bricks in your game!" A snort that brought with it hot air was followed by thudding footsteps. Bowser joined them, folding his scaly arms. "Gloves over boots for each other and neither one can see it. Lovesick idiots." he rumbled. Back at the bench the two continued talking, oblivious to the others in the station. "You ever get any gamers that stick with you? That you don't forget?" Mario asked. Felix thought about it, a faint smile on his lips. "Yeah, a few. My favorite has to be when my game had just turned twenty-five. Litwak came in one day and put up balloons and party stuff around the Arcade, with a lot of it around my game. This guy comes in later, he's in a wheelchair and he's wearing a party hat. Turns out it was his eightieth birthday and he wanted to share the party with everyone. He paid for everyone's games, and played mine. He was great, too! For his age his reflexes were fantastic." A wistful look came over him, entering his voice. "But the best part was when this little girl comes up and sits in his lap, and he showed her how to play. Turned out she was his granddaughter." Felix stopped, remembering it all. "Seeing that just felt incredible." Felix grew curious. "What about you?" Mario smiled, his whole face lighting up. "It was recent, just before Litwak said he was goin' on vacation..."

The bell over the Arcade door jingled and two boys hurried in, followed by two men. Litwak waved to them, calling a 'hello'. The men waved back as the kids eagerly looked at all the games. "What do we play first?" the taller boy asked. The other gasped, his eyes widening. "They have a deluxe Mario Kart! Can we play that one? Please?!" The man dressed in a yellow checkered shirt laughed. "Sure kid." Going over to the game, they divided into two teams. The man in the bright teal and red jacket and glasses paired up with the taller boy. Taking their seats at the double console they picked their characters, the boy picking Luigi, the man taking Yoshi. As the race began, the group talked together.

"The two men were twins and those boys were, too. They were their nephews." Mario said. "The uncles nicknamed them Mario and Luigi when they were born because of the games. Even got them red and green shirts." Mario's smiled widened. "Hearing that felt wonderful. I hope I never forget it." Before Felix could reply, both saw a blue streak flash past. "Hey Sonic!" Mario called. The blue streak whipped around and back, coming to a stop in front of them. "Hi guys!" Mario noticed the pouch hanging around Sonic's neck. "You went to the internet again, didn't you?" Sonic gave shrug. "What? There's a lot of cool stuff there! Look what I picked up." Opening the pouch, he pulled out thin cards stamped with musical notes. "New tunes, and a lot of em. And hey, if you wanna hear em, come back here day after tomorrow, you both gonna love it! Gotta run!" he called as he took off again. The two heard Surge Protector calling for him to stop so he could check his bag. Felix shook his head. "Land sake, I think his mind goes as fast as his feet." "I'd say faster," Mario cracked. "But I wanna see what he's talking about." Recalling what Ralph said, Felix hummed. "Ralph said Eggman's thinking about opening a dance floor here, some new hobby he wants to try. Who knows, maybe Sonic's helping him out?" "Huh, maybe." A thought occurred to Felix and swallowing his nervousness, he gave in. "I was kinda thinkin', maaaybe we could check it out together? If you want, I mean..." he closed his eyes tight, waiting for a reply. "I'd love that." Felix's eyes went wide. "G-Great!" he cringed as his voice cracked. "I-I mean, great! That sounds really good." The sound of Luigi calling Mario got their attention. His little brother was waving to him from across the station. Mario chuckled as he stood. "Looks like I'm needed. I'll see you tomorrow, Felix. Goodnight, see you at the dance!" he called, taking off to join his twin. "N-Night." Felix mumbled. Getting up he returned to his game. Reaching the apartment building he found two of the Nicelanders outside, enjoying their drinks.

"There's our hero," Don said. "Was just wondering where you got off to." Rubbing the back of his neck self-consciously, Felix let out a chuckle. "Oh, you know, around. Just talkin' with Mario for a bit." "I'd almost get to thinkin' you really like this Mario fella." Roy commented. "Wish I had it in my code to have romance." Don laughed. "Felix and Mario? C'mon Roy, everyone knows Peach is Mario's gal. They're made for each other." Roy gave a consenting shrug. "Eh, you're right. They were literally programmed for one another. Ah well, come on, it's getting late. Night Felix!" Neither Nicelander saw the look on Felix's face, his shoulders slumping as he wished them goodnight. "Right... made for each other." he muttered. Lost in thought, he began to walk to try and clear his head. "Whoa, buddy, what's with you?" Ralph said as Felix wandered past the revised dump. "&*@?" Q*Bert added. "Oh, hey Ralph, Q*Bert." Felix plopped down beside them with a heavy sigh. Ralph rested a hand on his knee and leaned forward, watching his friend. "Okay, what happened? I know somethin's up." Felix pulled off his hat, nervously playing with the rim. "I was talking with Mario and I, I think I asked him on a date." "%$#!!" Q*Bert blurted out, nearly falling over. Ralph ignored the comment, choosing to go the other way. "Well, that's great! What did he say?" Felix blinked as it dawned on him. "He said 'yes'." he cringed, pulling more on his hat to the point Ralph was afraid he'd rip it in two. "Oh sweet bumblin' bees what have I done?! I can't ask him out! Everyone knows he's Princess Peach's fella." He deflated, the energy leaving him. "But I can't cancel, I don't wanna hurt his feelings." "&*(%#? @#!+." Ralph had to agree. "Q*Bert's right, if he already said yes, then he wants to go out with you. Besides, when's the last time you ever saw him out on a date with Peach? Luigi and Daisy, sure, we see them out and around all the time. But Mario? He's always either with his brother, in a group, or alone." Ralph then smiled. "Or ya know, with you." Considering this, Felix stopped pulling on his hat and put it back on. "So you think I should keep the date? See if he shows up?" A shrug. "Can't hurt." "Huh. Thanks fellas." He rubbed at his head. "I think I'm gonna get some shut eye. Goodnight." "*&$%!" Q*Bert said once Felix was out of earshot. Ralph had to agree. "Definitely in love." he replied.

To be continued...

#fanfic #luigi #mario #super mario bros #mario bros #wreck it ralph #fix it felix jr #romance #fluff #some angst later #lgbtq #lgbtq+#bowser #sonic the hedgehog

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