#i wonder if anybodys read this entire thing i put easter eggs in it

[tetsuooooooooooo]

everybody say thank you brendon thank you chris thank you shannon thank you antonio thank you ben thank you mark thank you janine thank you brian

thank you andrew kevin thank you mark thank you laura thank you travis thank you felipe thank you arthur thank you mike thank you bryan thank you thomas thank you tommy thank you victor thank you stephen thank you king diamond thank you mark thank you kirk thank you jon thank you scott thank you amy thank you malcolm thank you juliet thank you laraine thank you raya thank you livia thank you rachel thank you cel la flaca thank you karla thank you alistair thank you meagan thank you rachel thank you katie thank you tim thank you armando thank you thank you carmen thank you adam thank you young thank you spencer thank you grace thank you sakari thank you geoff thank you mantha thank you thomas thank you doug thank you roger thank you songgu thank you goni thank you rosalind thank you ken thank you virgile thank you am thank you namkyung thank you sinh thank you natalie rose thank you ryan thank you sabrina thank you jeff thank you bryan thank you yvonne thank you ashley thank you kaitlyn thank you vincent thank you emi thank you stephen thank you todd thank you giuseppe thank you rho thank you kathy thank you andrew thank you ed thank you ellen thank you thank you shannon thank you gael thank you hui thank you anna thank you kristina thank you ethan thank you gregery thats not a typo thats what it says thank you juliana thank you elyssa thank you madeleine thank you chris thank you taylor thank you joseph thank you jen thank you john thank you desmond thank you seth thank you josh thank you nina thank you joe thank you katya thank you luke thank you dain thank you nikki thank you seamus thank you brian thank you tyrick thank you meredith thank you kaylan thank you stefano thank you peter thank you smo thank you elizabeth thank you garrett thank you wesley thank you daran thank you steve thank you ran thank you ryan thank you namkyung thank you steve thank you bryan thank you joel thank you kristen thank you ryan thank you tessa thank you shelby thank you janelle thank you darren thank you jeffrey thank you ethan thank you nicholas thank you sharon thank you christine thank you debbie thank you maria thank you marian thank you ellen thank you judy thank you sossi thank you william thank you paul thank you susan thank you kelly thank you steve thank you hani thank you michael thank you michael theres two in a row thank you colin thank you eli thank you meys thank you carol thank you dan thank you austin thank you cindy thank you jay thank you rochellie thank you gregory thank you corey thank you david thank you connor thank you tony thank you paul thank you james thank you konrad thank you tristan thank you wouter thank you ken thank you james thank you john thank you james thank you michael thank you margarita mix hollywood thank you sparks & shadows thank you bear mccreary thank you ryan thank you andrew thank you ben thank you tutti music partners thank you pierre-andre thank you peter thank you kelsey thank you andrew harris thank you dayna thank you ulrich thank you gene thank you cody thank you lucas thank you cody thank you chadwick thank you jocelyn thank you zach thank you ollie thank you michael

thank you jon

#yes im insane why do you ask #look for typos you wont find any #i got thumb cramps #metalocalypse #i wouldve made this on twitter so someone would actually see it but fuck twitter #dethklok #army of the doomstar #aotd #brendon small #tommy blacha #this actually took way less thank i thought it would #i wonder if anybodys read this entire thing i put easter eggs in it

[theomnicode]

Oh man... apparently there was a hidden easter egg message sent out in OPM mobile game.

Today on 29th of September 2022

Titled: "Latest News from the Hero Association"

In morse code.

And it reads:

"I am here to test my new weapon"

I have multiple questions. (morse code tablet here)

Who is here to test and what weapon?

Also anybody enlighten me if today's some kind of significant day across the globe or in japan? Like specific holiday or event or something? That may also be significant clue.

Genos just got a message from Hero association too, in the last chapter.

Is...Genos the new weapon? Of whom? Of Hero association or...some secret baddie?

Sure, at a glance it could just be Metal Knight foreshadowing too and him making an appearance, since him testing out weapons is basically his thing. I think he is slated to appear very soon if we follow WC and apparently he also appears in the trailers for the opm mobile game, but it may be also related to something else entirely.

But this is not something we really need to be told that he's gonna appear anyway is it? But some hidden subtext. People have read the WC and they've seen trailers.

Perhaps it's related to the very end of special Saitama mission in OPM Game: A hero nobody knows. Where player character gets tasked to retrieve the Runaway son of one of Association upper brass and the boy has left behind a crumpled note?

The Runaway boy leaves a note behind, but it's a coded message for the player character to decode (player character may mean us irl people btw).

Not unlike the morse code message people who play the mobile game received today.

The crumpled note, which Saitama and player character decode, reads: "By the riverside."

I have already put thoughts into this game and the easter egg and if it comes to fruition...oh boy we're in for some good shit.

Runaway Boy’s note: Please don’t be sad. I can look out for myself, so there’s no need to come looking for me. But enough bragging. Please just leave me alone, I’ve had enough. Saitama: “What even IS this?” Saitama: “Aha. code. Uses the first letter of each line. This kid’s a real piece of work huh?” Saitama: “Let’s see…"By the riverside.” Saitama: "Well to the river it is then. Sounds like the kid’s dying to be found.” Saitama: “Let’s get it over with. He must be at that attention-craving age.” Saitama: “But is this really a job for heroes? Who knew babysitting was in our job description.”

The riverside and dying to be found?

The Sanzu river.

Specifically, the riverbead of dead.

Similarly to the Sanzu-no-Kawa, there is also the Sai no Kawara (賽の河原, lit. "Riverbed of Death"), a boundary by which the souls of children who died too early cross over to the realm of the Dead, with the help of Jizō, a Kami/Bodhisattva who helps the souls of children who died too early to avoid the attentions of the Oni and of Shozuka-no-Baba and Datsueba.

I wonder what kind of animation Murata-sensei has been working on, hmm...

Not an omake, original animation but actually related to the storyline progression? Can I hope?

If these two are related...hell yea shits gonna do down. I'm excited and there's not even a chapter next week since Murata has been working on animation and volume 27 instead.

I'm here crossing my fingers that the shoe finally drops.

Edit: I FOUND THE REFERENCE!

TODAY IS MANEKI-NEKO DAY!

Coincidentally, mister Murata also tweeted this from Makoto Furukawa (Saitama's VA).

(This is 100% planned foreshadowing, I bet he's in on this)

Oh, I didn't know it was Maneki Neko Day 🐈. Thanks for all the congrats!!! And thanks for making my tag again this year! I'll try my best this year to make it a good one! Thank you!

I present thee

Maneki-neko pose.

Something I already made a meta post about.

Genos is 100% the new weapon being referenced here.

But of Hero association that the message came from and the urgent business he had to attend with? Maybe? Not sure.

Somebody is coming around to test out their new weapon though.

I wonder if HA is going to put pressure onto Genos to make up for other S-rank heroes still being indisposed. He's a cyborg and he's one of the few people who wasn't affected by radiation.

HA wants a new final weapon now that Tatsumaki is also pretty hurt huh?

This might compel Genos to not think about his own or Saitama's needs if the Hero association needs him to make up for all the other S-rankers and work him to the bone. Or take some other drastic measures, such as maybe using an untested core to get more power faster...

I do wonder, if it makes Genos a weapon in more ways than one.

#opm #one punch man #opm mobile game #easter egg #morse code #one punch man game #opm wc spoilers #Youtube #opm meta #opm manga panels

[grimmywrites]

So, about Infinite Darkness...

I’m gonna try to be as succinct as I can (I failed) about all the problems I had with it, but my list is pretty long... Yes, this has spoilers. Let me state upfront: if you’re not a hardcore RE fan, you can skip the show. Below I’ll tell you why.

Story: What a mess. Honestly, they turned me off right at the beginning with all the military stuff. It’s the same reason people didn’t like Chris’ campaign in 6; didn’t they learn anything from that? So, the story wasn’t the best thing I’ve ever seen. Honestly, it had more plot holes than anything and so many points where I went: “I don’t care about this.” Again, it was a jumbled mess. Capcom, hire me and I’ll do better, I swear. Let’s just sum it up by saying it’s a rehash of things we’ve seen SEVERAL times in the series before. If you’re gonna do it AGAIN let’s make the story unique and interesting. Oh, there are shady people in the military that want to use bioweapons in war? Okay, we’ve known that since the first game. We’ve seen it time and time again. Look to re8′s ending for example: the BSAA are now starting to use engineered soldiers - THAT was a reveal that was far more interesting. The way it was addressed and overcome in this show was just... so lackluster. Ultimately, it just felt like this entire thing didn’t need to happen. It changed nothing, it impacted nothing, and I’m aware that it really couldn’t since it was after re4 and before re5. There was just no lasting point and all the ‘themes’ (if you can call them that) made absolutely no sense, but I guess I’ll get into that with the characters? Pacing: Absolutely god awful. One minute we’re in the White House fighting zombies then I blink and it’s over and I’m like: Oh, we’re done? Another we’re in a sub and then I blink. Oh, that’s over, too. Also, the creators must’ve taken a page from the last couple of seasons of Game of Thrones (which is an abysmal idea, don’t fucking do that) because with a few cuts here and there we went from Guam to China back to DC. Guess everybody learned how to teleport so they got exactly where we needed them to for the “climax”. Let’s talk about that climax: There was none. Let’s look at Degeneration and Damnation (no I won’t talk about Vendetta). Both had their weaknesses but Leon and the climaxes were BADASS. Leon doing parkour in Degeneration? Leon going against Lickers and the huge Tyrants in Damnation? Those were amazing scenes. He did a few cool things here and there but nothing that got more of a laugh out of me. My man is coming off re4 where he rampaged through a village, a castle, and an island of mutated creatures to save one girl. C’mon now. Characters: By now (if anybody is even reading this rant), you’ve noticed that I’ve talked a lot about Leon. But what about Claire? Yeah, they lied to us about them working together. She got sidelined again. A lot of people are upset about this -- and yeah, it sucks because I do love Claire. Leon has just happened to be my favorite since 1998 so I wasn’t as heartbroken. That doesn’t mean I’m not disappointed, I’m just not very surprised. Leon - My main problem with Leon is Nick, his voice actor. I’m so sorry for all those who like him, but he just isn’t good enough for me. Paul Mercier (re4, Degeneration, Darkside Chronicles) and Matt Mercer (Damnation, Re6, Vendetta) would have been more appropriate. Nick tries his best, but he’s just too soft sounding to be post-re4 Leon. This is a man who is quipping one-liners left and right a couple of years ago. Now he’s barely smiling and doesn’t feel confident at all, and I think a lot of that is because of his portrayal. There are times where the lines hit, but more often than not they fall flat. I never felt that way with Paul who is my favorite Leon or Matt who gave emotional performances every time. Also, his decision at the end? I can understand it, but explain to Claire! Claire - I like Stephanie as Claire, I have no problems with her. She makes her sound tough and ready to do what she thinks is right. Unfortunately, the story completely sidelines her and makes her role obsolete. Everything she uncovers (because that’s her role apparently, just there to Nancy Drew) is already told to us through flashbacks and other characters. Why even have her? Was it just to show us WHY her and Leon don’t talk often? A waste. Shen Mei - I don’t care. I felt nothing for her. They tried really hard, but they just failed to flesh these new characters out and when her time was up I once again went: Oh? That’s it, then. ‘Kay. I think I laughed a bit, sorry girl. Her whole plotline was to get that chip in Leon’s hand, nothing more. Jason -  I don’t care. A character I thought I felt sorry for with his ptsd but nope. Once his story unfolded - messily, I might add (I hate the REPEATED flashback shit. Tell me once and stop teasing me.) I just went... okay, what the hell is your plan? To spread fear? ‘Kay. It was dumb and made no sense. What, he wants everyone to feel terror so they know? It needed to be clarified. It’s like they couldn’t figure out more synonyms for fear and terror. So, what? It helps keep Leon from going public with the chip and that information? Because he knows it’ll just cause mass hysteria? And then you’ve got Claire’s side - she’s not an agent and she believes the people have a right to know. They’re both right, but there’s no goddamn communication between ANYONE in this show. I just felt exhausted by it, nothing else. Not to mention it’s useless angst because of the plot of Degeneration. Wilson - Our bad guy. Let’s just sum up really quickly in case people were confused by the plot: He was putting infected soldiers into war zones so that even after they died they’d kill anybody involved, then he’d bomb the area and clean up the evidence. These soldiers didn’t show any symptoms because they had inhibitors that kept the virus at bay until they died, so they had to take regular shots to stay human. He’s the one who gets the zombies into the white house so that he could blame it on China and get the US into a war with them. That way he could send in his soldiers and infect the populace. From there, he’s the only one with the cure so he could rake in LOTS of money selling it to the world. AKA: he wants to use the US military to infect everyone so he can make a profit. He gets infected by Jason and gets away... then meets up with someone who gives him an inhibitor. This someone is working for Tricell, the big bads of re5 who work under Wesker. So it leads right into the fifth game. That’s all he is, a tie in and yet another example of someone in power trying to profit off the viruses of the RE world. Honestly, nobody else is worth mentioning. Animation: They’re getting better at it. Leon and Claire looked especially pretty, but there’s still a stiffness here and an issue with everyone’s mouths while they talk. I want to praise how different SOME of the characters look - the president and his aides all look appropriately aged and grizzled and distinct. Same with Jason. Other characters (side characters mainly) kinda look generic. Shen Mei for example isn’t very distinct. I mean, her grandpa and brother (both one scene wonders) were more realistic looking than she was. Even Claire - they gave her a bigger nose and made her look more in line with her Revelations 2 model (thank god I love that model). Movement was pretty fluid, I wish we’d seen more fighting and cool action -- though not to the extent of Vendetta. Maybe that’s what they were trying to avoid, but it didn’t make it any fun to watch. Enemies: This is the last thing I’ll comment on. The zombies were fine - they always are. I heard a ton of reused sounds from remake2, as well, but I thought of it as an Easter Egg more than anything. They looked good, their gore was good, all set there. Problem was, they were basically the only bad guys. That’s a huge fucking disappointment. I know people recognize this series as ‘the one with the zombies’ but that’s not true. Every game (save 7) had MULTIPLE enemy types all created through bio engineering. In this show we see three types. THREE. Zombies. Zombie rats - a one-scene wonder that Leon dispatches fast and easy. I’ll admit, they looked cool but there was nothing else to them. “They’re a bioweapon” and then Leon fries them all with some electricity and we’re done. Jason’s mutated form. Okay, I have to admit, I really loved his design. He was cool, I liked that he could talk and emote. But, other than that? He didn’t DO anything cool. He mutated once and hopped around a lot. That’s it. I mean, a bioweapon that keeps his mental capacities? C’MON! We could’ve done so much more with him. Again, this goes back to why the climax was so bad -- he and Leon didn’t fight. One jumped, the other ran around to catch up and fired a few bullets and a rocket at him. Then he used an acid bath to finish the job. (Also, explain to me WHY he mutated into a tyrant-like creature while everyone else with that specific virus was another form of zombie? We see Jun (Shen’s brother) mutating almost crystal-like at one point but... what? You leave them off for a while and they turn into crystal zombies? Make it make sense.) I’m sure there’s more to say, but honestly, unless you’re a hardcore RE fan like me, I’d say you can skip it. It wasn’t a fun ride, there weren’t any stakes, it wasn’t emotional... it just... was. I will end on one good note that made me smile, though: I loved seeing the Ashley Easter Egg.

#resident evil infinite darkness #resident evil: infinite darkness #resident evil #my opinion #Leon S. Kennedy #leon kenney #claire redfield

[kylorengarbagedump]

Little Bird: Chapter 24

Read on AO3. Part 23 here. Part 25 here.

Summary: Remember life before you were a Resistance spy fucking her Commander? There was so much less intrigue, back then.

Words: 2500

Warnings: Handmaid AU

Characters: Kylo Ren x Handmaid!Reader

A/N: Oopsie sorryyyyyy. I gotta stick to the pacing, y'all, gotta be true to who I am.

Really happy for the feedback on the last chapter, as it was entirely new for me to write a scene with like, that many people doing that many things, haha. I'm so glad it seemed to maintain some tension. I'm out here trying to grow my writing skills namsayin'.

Anyway, I love y'all so much, as usual. I am so blessed to even one or two folks give a shit about what I write, so, thank you. <3

“Little bird.”

The sound of Kylo Ren’s voice at your door jolted you awake in the mid-dawn hours of the morning. Beyond your window, the sun was just barely beginning to crack through the horizon--goldenrod rays split through puffy pink clouds, an ombre of Easter-egg color stretching like a tapestry across the sky. Silent, you rolled out of bed, hesitating. You were in your nightgown. Should you tie up your hair, put on your dress? He’d already seen you naked, it wasn’t as if--

The door opened, and you leapt back, folding your arms over your chest as blood rushed your face. Ren stood, a barrier between you and the hallway, casting a glance over you before meeting your eyes. Jaw tensing, he stepped into the room and shut the door, sucking oxygen and tranquility from the air.

“Good morning, Commander.” You took another step back, hip hitting your mattress. 

Ren’s lids fluttered in thought as he glimpsed the sunrise, then looked back to you. “My name.”

You shrugged. “Didn’t want to test you.”

“You have an interesting way of showing it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your behavior last night.”

“My behavior?” Heat festered at your toes, climbing your spine. “What about your behavior? What about you will be safe?” There was more anger than you wanted to admit--more hurt than you were willing to acknowledge. “If your Wife hadn’t intervened, who knows where I’d be right now.”

Ren’s expression was as flat as ever. “Johana’s intervention would have been unnecessary if you had behaved.”

“I think you know very well by now that I’m not one to silence my criticisms of Gilead.” A tiny smirk tugged at your lips. “In fact, I seem to remember you being interested in those criticisms.”

His gaze drifted--he stared over your shoulder, into the wall. His hands tensed, curling in and out of fists. “Circumstances changed.”

You remembered how he’d appeared talking to Snoke, the man before you now incompatible with the boyish fear you’d seen flash behind your Commander’s eyes. You hated that this trembled your heart, urged you toward understanding--because you also remembered the atrocities he’d admitted to organizing, the bodies that hung from his hands. How could these two pieces of person find room in the same mind, how a demon could wrestle its way into humanity, tear it apart, make a home? Remembering Ren’s uncertain voice on the recording, though--Ben Solo’s voice--perhaps the demon needn’t have wrestled at all. Perhaps he’d been invited in.

Chewing your lip, you shrugged again. “Well, so have mine, Commander.” 

Ren frowned and stepped toward you, pulling something small and flat from his pocket. You flinched, throwing up your arms in defense--he snatched your hand, shoving the object into your open palm. Blinking, you examined it. It was a small, wooden handle, lined with steel bolsters, a fat silver button embedded in the scale. Tilting it in your grip, you spied the hidden blade and gasped, glaring at him.

“A switchblade?” You tried to wrench away, but he held you in his grasp. “What’s this for?”

Eyes darting over your face, he curled your fingers around it. “If the Council believes you to be working for the Resistance, their sympathy for your possible pregnancy will disappear. They will do whatever is needed to get the information they want.” He released you, nodded toward the knife. “If they attempt to capture you.”

For a moment, you were speechless, focus switching between him and the weapon. There was no way he was intending you fight anyone with such a tiny blade.

“Are you telling me to kill myself if they try to capture me?” You snorted. “Can’t you at least give me a gun?”

“Your skill with a pistol leaves much to be desired.” His tone was almost tender--you would’ve thought he was teasing you if he hadn’t just instructed you to slit your own throat if you were apprehended by the Eyes.

“Do you really think they’ll be coming after me so soon?” You pressed the button, and the blade shot out--you jumped. 

Ren took your hand again, folding the knife back into a locked position and flipping the safety, then returned his attention to you. “I’d prefer to be prepared for anything, after your performance last night.”

You sighed, tugging your arm away. “Fine. But I’m not… I’m not doing that. I hope you know that.”

“Do what you wish with it.” He turned and opened the door. His face was stone. “But you have it.”

Wiggling it in your fingers, you nodded. “I have it.”

His gaze flitted over your figure a final time, and he left, shutting the door behind him. 

The rest of your morning was, thankfully, far less eventful than your Commander suggesting you create a suicide pact with yourself. As you prepared for your walk, however, the feeling of looming dread grew heavier and heavier over your shoulders. Armitage could have made an educated guess regarding your relationship with Ren--it didn’t necessarily had to have come from a reliable source. But the idea that it was even possible, that Ofarmitage could’ve sold you out to her own illicit affair swept you in a tide of nausea. You’d have to bring it up with her. For both of your sakes.

Before you left your room, you considered the switchblade. It was thin, discreet enough that it would fit up your sleeve, but to take it seemed like you’d be agreeing with Ren--that, yes, your life was in danger, that you needed an escape plan. Yet, it was his way of giving you a choice. Of protecting you. You shoved it up your sleeve and left the house. 

Despite the continued soreness at your backside, you were able to walk normally--another fact you could be thankful for. You trudged out past the front lawn and through the front gate, noticing Ren’s car had disappeared for the day. The knife in your sleeve had already made itself at home; after only a few minutes, you barely remembered it.

You met Ofarmitage at the sidewalk, seeking out some evidence of betrayal in her demeanor, but found none. She appeared as standoffish as ever. 

“Blessed be the fruit,” you said. 

“May the Lord open.”

You sidled up next to her, scanning her, willing yourself to see into her mind. There was no good time to confront her, really. 

“What’s your relationship with Armitage like?” You kept your back straight, your eyes forward.

“Why do you ask?” No sound of tremor in her voice.

“I just…” There was some honesty in the question, despite the intention. “I wonder what he does to make you feel that he loves you.” 

Ofarmitage was silent, for a moment. No change in the shuffle of her shoes. “It’s… small stuff,” she said. “He’ll leave me things. A cube of sugar. A flower. A quarter--you know, from before.” Another pause. “He’ll make me laugh. On purpose.” A soft sigh escaped her. “He’ll make sure my uniform is straight before I leave the house.”

You swallowed. The admission brought a strange mixture of sickness and envy and pity to your chest. To imagine the awful weasel you’d met last night doing such things seemed unbelievable--and to recognize how grateful she was for such tiny concessions was crushing. And still, a whiny little voice in the back of your head bemoaned how the only things your Commander had left you were a switchblade and beltburn. 

“Knowing that he does all of that for you,” you said, “what do you do for him?”

The question brought silence crashing between you, a silence that hovered and clung to the air as you approached the Guardian checkpoint. You handed over your passes, and as the men verified them, you glimpsed her from beyond your wings. Her face was tight, chin jutting in strain. The Guardians returned your passes and you continued forward, toward the market. She still didn’t respond.

“I was just curious if--”

“Yes,” she said, “I told him. I told him, okay?”

“I knew it.” Heat--relief, rage--flooded you. “Why, though? I don’t get it.”

She shook her head. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“I think you’re right that I wouldn’t.” If she’d told her Commander about your relationship, had she told him about the Resistance, too? “What did you tell him? Did you tell him everything?”

“No!” Her hands, still holding her bag, twisted together. “I’m not trying to… I know I want to stay, but I don’t want anything bad to happen to the Resistance.”

You balked. “So, just me, then?”

“I didn’t...” She paused, lowering her voice. “I wasn’t thinking. I just… I wanted…”

“You wanted what?” You wanted to shake her. “You knew what could happen if you told anybody!”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what else to say,” she mumbled. “I told you that you wouldn’t understand.”

You sneered. “Try me.”

“He said…” Her voice was tiny, tight. “If… If your Commander was out of the way, then he could…” You heard the distant swallow of her distress. “He’d change things.”

“Oh.” 

Ren’s words rumbled through your mind: My design is to perfect it. Perhaps every Commander was using their Handmaids in a vie for power--but Ren hadn’t pried you for information. He hadn’t even cared you were part of the Resistance. You weren’t sure who you pitied more: Ofarmitage, for capitulating--or yourself, for the creeping sense of superiority that your Commander hadn’t ever asked it of you. As if this fact made his feelings more legitimate, more real.

What did their basis in reality matter? To live them out would be to sacrifice your autonomy--to sell your soul to a monster.

“So you seriously didn’t think about what might happen to me?” You were almost at the market--you lowered your voice. “If my Commander were implicated in an illegal relationship with me?”

Ofarmitage was silent until you approached the doors. “No, you’re right,” she said. “I did think about it.” She said nothing else, and disappeared into the store.

You stood, paralyzed, for a moment. It was becoming apparent to you that love and exploitation were synonymous in Gilead. Even if there was something genuine between Ofarmitage and her Commander, it was impossible for him, in his role, to fail to abuse it. Ren had said it himself--he wanted to possess you utterly, and he planned to make you complicit in that. If only there wasn’t a part of you that was willing to risk it.

The walk back from the market was spent in silence--you were unable to decide if you felt fury or pity for her. It might have been easier to be angry if you weren’t so close to understanding how she’d made her choice. 

As you arrived at the Guardian checkpoint, you produced your passes again, taking the opportunity to check in with her. She met your eyes for a flicker of a second before staring into her feet. Pulling your lips over your teeth, you went to take your pass from the Guardian, only to find it was still in his hand.

“Ofkylo?” he said, scrutinizing it.

You’d forgotten about your knife. It suddenly felt like a boulder in your sleeve. “Yes…”

He glanced at his partner, mumbling something to him, fire coursing through your veins. Adrenaline hijacked your brain, telling you now that they’d found you, they were going to stuff you in a van, tie you up and torment you, that the only option was throw it all to the ground--forget Ofarmitage, forget the Resistance, forget Ren--and fucking run.

The other Guardian studied your pass, glancing between it and you, for some reason. Your photo wasn’t on it. “No. It’s fine,” he said to his partner. He handed it back to you. “Get moving.”

You nodded, hoping that the level of sweat at your forehead could be attributed to the weather. Turning your face to the ground, you shuffled forward, heart beating in your throat. Fury--it was definitely fury that you felt for Ofarmitage in this moment, and once you’d obtained a comfortable distance from the Guardians, it tore out of you.

“Did you see that?” you hissed. “I thought they were about to kill me.”

She shrugged. “Well, they didn’t, did they?” 

“But do you realize what could’ve happened if the circumstances were different?” you asked. “I almost just ran!”

“But you didn’t.”

“How can you be so… so blase about this?” you growled. “Don’t you see what you’ve done?”

“I know what I did, Ofkylo--”

You seized her, spinning her toward you. “You gambled with my life!”

Her eyes, shiny with tears, struck you through. “You did!” she said. “You gambled with it. All I did was tell the only person who has ever made me feel like a human in three years!” She shook her head, shoving you off of her. “I’m sorry for what I did. I am. But I didn’t… I didn’t do it so your life would be in danger, or whatever.” She swallowed. “I did it so mine would be worth living.”

The anger in your chest fizzled out, then, like you’d been doused with ice water. You drew in a slow breath through your nose, gazing at her before turning back to the sidewalk. You didn’t forgive her, no. But that feeling--desperation, emptiness, a longing to be anything other than nothing--you understood that. You understood her.  

And she was right, at least. Nothing had happened. You’d made it back to the home. At the gate, you nodded a silent goodbye to her, allowing yourself to relax, and turned into the front yard.

Ren’s black Audi had returned to the driveway. And another car was there, too--also black--a stretch Cadillac limo, the windows completely opaque. You slowed your step, fists tight around your bag, gazing at it with suspicion. The metronome of your pulse quickened with every new thrum of your heart as you crept forward, shoulders hunching--and once you approached the back door, it flew open. You screamed, hopping back. 

“Oh, there’s no need to scream.” 

That voice. Fear numbed you, plunged you into a breathless, lightless tunnel.

Commander Snoke stepped out of the vehicle, gesturing toward the door. “Come and sit, won’t you?” He glimpsed the bag in your hands. “Just leave that there for the Marthas.”

Thousands of words reeled through your head, absolutely none of them helpful. Frost coated your insides, emptied you of warmth. This was it. Ren was right. He was going to take you and torture you. You thought of the blade in your sleeve--no. You wouldn’t do that. Not yet, anyway.

Nodding, you stuck out your chin. “I’m glad you asked.” 

You abandoned the bag in the grass, keeping his gaze as you strode toward him, holding it with triumph until you bowed into the vehicle. Blood fled your face. Seated across from you, crammed against the partition, was your Commander, Kylo Ren. His eyes met yours, his expression as vacant as you felt. Watching him, your chest fell with a trembling, terrified breath. Then Snoke eased himself into the car, and shut the door. 

“Now that we’re all together,” he said, “let’s chat.”

#kylo ren smut #kylo ren x reader #kylo x reader #kylo ren imagine #kylo ren #kylo trash #little bird #handmaid au #fanfiction problems #nerd whinings #whoops i'm sorryyyyyyyy I love a little chekov though y'know

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A Savior Among Others  (Redone)

Pairing: Ohmlirious

Word-Count: 4670

My dear boy, you know you have to wait, be patient. That’s the only way time will pass.

How long? What do you – where will I be going?

You’ll find your savior, my lovely. You’ll find them and they’ll be everything you’ve ever imagined them to be.

What…? My savior? I don’t need one, I’ve never needed ‘em!

Jonathan, you do. You may not realize that yet, but you do… Please, don’t hold their absence against them…They need you just as much as you need them…

But –… What if I don’t have one? What if they don’t want to have me?

Jonny, it’s time for me to…

What? Please, no! You can’t leave me like this! I’m not ready!

Jonathan, I’m suffering in my current condition… It’s for the best, my love. You can get on without me.

But… Can’t dad help you?! He’s your guardian, isn’t he? He can’t leave you like this! He just… He can’t.

I don’t want him to, Jon. It’s dangerous, since my condition is critical. It’d take too much of him…

Let him help, mom, please! I need you here, with me… With us… You can’t just...

Jonathan stop, you’ll be fine, I promise. Do you believe me?

I… Yes.

Then… Let me go.

I… I can’t.

Why not?

Because I love you.

I love you too. Please, be my big strong man, okay?

I will, mom. I promise... I don’t need them...

If Jon was asked to define God in one word, it would be unmerciful.

God was praised for so many things, like making the Easter Bunny shit plastic eggs with little pieces of chocolate in it, at least that’s the one Jon remembered the most vividly, that no one even blinked an eye when he sent the inhabitants of both hell and heaven down to roam the earth freely.

No one even seemed remotely worried when they were assigned guardians, or saviors, an angel, to watch and care after a certain human for all eternity… Or until that human died off. What good did it do them to care for the humans? The flawed, belligerent little creatures who treat everyday like a goddamned dog-eat-dog-world.

But they helped… They truly did, those fuckers put their entire being into what they did. They cared. They cared for their humans. They loved them. They created unbreakable bonds with them….

Jon wanted that, so fucking bad. More than he wanted to breathe, more than he wanted to dream. He wanted to love someone to love him just as unconditionally as a savior…

Ever since he’d uttered his first words, he knew he’d wanted what everyone else had. A companion. What made him so different? Had he done something to make God angry at him? Is that why he didn’t have a guardian? Just… What did he do? He wanted nothing more than to feel safe in his own skin, to feel safe wherever he went, like he didn’t have a blatant target on his back.

“Jonny? Hello?~” Luke sang teasingly, waving a hand in front of Jon’s face, who was seemingly caught in a daze, one of his cheeks full of the oatmeal Luke had made for breakfast, “Is there anybody in there? Earth to Jon, we are requesting to land,” Luke knocking on Jon’s forehead, successfully yanking him out of his daydream.

“Welcome back,” Luke laughed, retracting his hand to pick up his coffee cup, “Chew your fuckin’ food, you chipmunk,” He mocked, grinning as he drank down what was left in his mug.

“Oh, fuck you,” Jon snorted, mirroring Luke’s actions and drinking some of his coffee after he’d finished his food, “I was thinking about going to the store after, ya know, I stop being a tree-rodent,” He shrugged nonchalantly.

“Hey, they’re not rodents, you ass. They’re cute –,”

“Yeah, and so am I. You want anything from the store, or no?” Jon grumbled, rubbing at his eyes to rid the remnants of sleep that had gathered there.

“Jon, I don’t think you should go alone, do you want Evan and I to come with?” Luke asked, motioning toward where the other man, Luke’s boyfriend and guardian, sat quietly at the table with them, reading.

Luke was the only person who really seemed to be there for him, along with Evan. Though as much as Jon appreciated Luke’s unadulterated care for him, he was a grown man with his own life, and wanted to be treated as such.

“I’m fine Luke. You act like this is my first rodeo,” Jon replied, standing up from the table, taking his bowl to the sink, “I’m gonna ask again, and if you don’t answer you’re getting jack-shit… Do you want anything, my beloved friend?” Jon flashed a cheeky grin as Luke huffed, rolling his eyes at Jon.

“We’re almost out of coffee, if you could pick some up,” Luke replied almost reluctantly.

“Consider it done,” Jon replied, plucking his hoodie off of the counter to pull it over his head, “I shall be back,” He slipped out into the hallway of their apartment.

Slowly, the front door to their home opened again, a bashful Jon peering in, “Where’s my –,”

“On the couch,” Luke replied, smirking as Jon scurried back in, snatching his wallet off of the couch cushions.

“Thanks,” Jon said awkwardly, holding up the wallet before slipping it into his pocket, “Now I’m going,” And he left once more.

He skipped down the steps and into the lobby, signing out before he stepped out into the open sidewalk, the cold air biting at his skin. Almost as soon as he began walking, he tilted his head toward the snow covered ground, eyes scanning the surface below his feet as a source of direction.

If there was anything he’d learned from years of being alone, in the sense of not-so-mythological creatures, it was to keep his head low. This way, he would not meet the eyes of an inhabitant.

He trudged slowly down the pavement, snow crunching under his feet, small bits of hail and snow getting caught in his pale white hair, chills racing down his back. The gazes of angels, and demons alike, burrowed holes into the back of his head, the tingling sense of anxiety lingering where they’d let their eyes trail over Jon.

Contrary, to popular belief, angels are dicks. They’re conniving, brute little beasts who would sell you out for a penny. It’s them and their human, otherwise you’re unworthy of their presence as well as their assistance. Though, as always, there are angels who contradict this and are actually, big shocker, angelic.

As for demons? Eh, they aren’t much better, but there’s no doubt that they’re definitely more enjoyable to be around, any day.

He allowed himself to leisurely wander around the near-abandoned supermarket, thriving in the quiet time as he made his way into the coffee and tea aisle. He knelt over, inspecting each box closely, looking for something that he knew both Luke, Evan, and him would be able to agree on.

Personally, he wasn’t one-hundred percent sure why Evan drank coffee, he really didn’t need it and he usually complained it tasted like atoms. But then he would explain that it was good atoms. I mean, sure, if Evan enjoyed it, he’d get it.

“Such deep thought for a caffeinated beverage, what’s going on in that head cute little head of yours, human?” Chided someone from behind Jon, the voice deep and teasing. Jon tensed up, his eyes blowing wide as he stared, now blankly, at the shelves.

“I’m sorry, what?” Jon asked, forcing bravado, whipping around quickly to face the person, who was quite tall now that he saw him. He was almost pressed up against the persons chest that the stood so close to each other.

“What would you recommend, I meant to say. I’m new to the whole coffee thing. ‘M more of a tea guy myself,” The man shrugged nonchalantly, looking down at Jon with a predatory grin.

“I don’t work here,” Jon replied bluntly, his teeth clenched, biting at the side of his cheek, trying to keep himself calm. He hastily turned around, trying to leave the situation before it’d gotten worse, but the man’s hand had clasped around Jon’s wrist, pulling him flush against the man.

“I see,” Said the man, his voice lowering to a husky whisper, “Where’s your savior?” He asked, his eyes flashing a complete, inky black. At this moment, Jon had realized that this man was not human, nor angel. He was a demon. His eyes flashed back to the hazel they once were. Jon’s throat tightened up, becoming immediately dry.

The cockeyed smirk on his face told Jon he’d been found out. He was fucked, he had no idea what to do. He wasn’t exactly the greatest liar, but I guess it didn’t hurt to try, maybe the man was as dim as he was handsome.

“I… I – He… He’s… Home,” Jon murmured quickly, mentally kicking himself for the uncontrollable stutter, “Not here,” He confirmed with the curt nod of his head, mustering as much courage as he could to make his lie believable.

“Hmm… What an idiotic thing to do,” Noted the man vaguely, searching Jon’s eyes with the tilt of his head, “Why would anyone leave a lovely thing like yourself out here? All alone?” He asked coyly, his lips pursing in a seemingly deep thought.

“He…I –… I’m not afraid,” Jon growled out, his words wavering in the fear he felt down in the pit of his stomach, “I can care for myself.” That… That was the truth. He’d learned to fend for himself without a guardian. He allowed his bitterness and spite to weave tightly into the skills he was forced to learn, in order to make it out in the world.

“I bet you can,” The man taunted, puffing his chest out a bit, as though he were just beckoning Jon to try something, “You’re fair game, my dear.”

“Excuse me?” Jon wondered incredulously, feeling his shoulders loosen slightly as he pondered on what the man had meant by fair game, “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, one of his brows quirked up in confusion.

“You’re here for the taking. And it seems that I’ve gotten to you first….,” The man grinned widely, “I feel like we can help each other, Jonathan.” Jon’s eyes blew wide. How did he know his name? There was absolutely no doubt now, that he was in deep shit.

“How do you know…?” Jon mumbled, his sentence not quite complete, “My name?” He finished, his hands fumbling with one other, his wrists jerking a bit harshly, trying to free himself from the man’s grasp.

“Hey, now,” The man replied softly, gently running his thumb along the wrist of Jon’s that he held onto, “Your name is everywhere… You don’t understand, Jon. You’re not safe.” He said, his eyes boring into Jon’s.

Jon fought to keep his eyes open.  At this moment, he wanted nothing more than to break free and cuddle with his teddy bear. It sounds peculiar, but his teddy bear is one of the things that offers the most comfort to him, especially in his times of need.

“I’ve never been safe,” Jon quipped, baring his teeth slightly, “I can handle myself.”

“You don’t understand –,”

“No, you don’t understand… I don’t need you…,” Jon snapped, his voice becoming harsh, the anger seething in his veins, “I don’t need anyone.” He found the strength to tear his wrist from the demons grasp, turning quickly to flee from the store, his shoes thudding against the pavement, his pant legs dampening from the snow.

His chest heaved, his lungs burning as they begged for air that he couldn’t supply as he ran as quickly as he could. The adrenaline coursed through his veins, causing his legs to feel weighted, along with his arms. His body wasn’t used to moving this quickly, this suddenly, though honestly, by now it should be.

Though, as skilled as he was at removing himself from a situation, he wasn’t as great as leaving himself unscathed. He was a clumsy person, and no matter how much he tried to be cautious, somehow things always managed to happen.

His foot caught onto an elevated piece of the curb, his whole body jutting forward, and before he could catch himself, he’d landed roughly. He huffed out gently, picking himself up, turning around to see if anyone had seen him, or decided to follow him. Luckily, he was alright.

He decided to walk this time, though he limped, he made it into the lobby of their apartment building. After signing back in, he trudged up the stairs, holding onto the railing tightly with both of his hands, the bleeding scrapes on his palms screaming out to him, his hands going numb from the pain. He carried on until he’d gotten to their apartment, slowly he opened the door, sliding himself in before closing it behind him.

“Welcome back,” Luke teased without looking up at him, his gaze fixated on the screen of his laptop where he played video games, “Did you get lost?” He paused his game, turning to look at Jon, his gaze almost instantly turning into one of concern as he watched his best friend tug his hoodie off roughly, tossing it onto the counter, a large sigh of exasperation leaving his lips.

“You alright?” Luke asked, his forehead crinkling as he furrowed his brows in confusion at Jon’s behavior.

“Couldn’t be better,” Jon snipped, trudging down the narrow hallway to his bedroom. He plopped down onto the bed, stretching out as far as he could, trying to rustle the tension out of his limbs. He buried his face into his pillow, allowing the comfort of his own home to pull him in closely.

“What happened?” Luke questioned, his voice a mixture of possessiveness and worry, “Do I need to fuck someones day?”

“You can fuck my day anytime,” Jon replied astutely, trying to dismiss the evident affliction he had going on inside his mind, “I’m just a small bit tired, Luke.” He replied, attempting to brush off Luke’s worry.

“That’s a crock of shit and you damn-well know it,” The bed dipped as Luke had sat down at the foot of the bed, placing one of his hands onto the back of Jon’s legs, as though letting him know everything was okay, “If you need it, you can always talk to Ev and I, you know that,” Luke told him, the statement almost unheard if not for the utmost quiet in the apartment.

“I….,” Jon croaked out, taking a moment to gather his thoughts all into one place, “I want to talk to Evan,” He said, though it sounded more like a question. The bed squeaked as Luke lifted himself away from it, going to go get his boyfriend, as Jon had requested.

Jon flipped himself over, pulling himself into a sitting position as both Evan and Luke entered his room, taking spots on the bed.

“You wanted to speak?” Evan asked. Evan’s voice was, among others, the most soothing sound on the planet, that he had yet to hear anyways.

“I talked to someone today… When I was at the store…,” Jon offered out, waiting patiently until Evan beckoned him to continue, “And, well… We talked. About stuff…. And I –,” Jon stopped, sighing out in a gentle anger as he struggled to explain, “He knows.”

Both Evan and Luke’s eyes went wide, Jon’s heart thudding against his ribs as he awaited a reply. Something, anything. He needed to hear it.

“What else did he say?” Evan asked, out from within the deep silence, not a single trace of emotion found in his tone.

“He said we could help each other and that my name is everywhere, and I’m not safe,” Jon mimicked the mans voice, obnoxiously using air quotes with the swift roll of his eyes.

“He knew your name?” Luke blurted, unable to keep himself quiet, his cheeks reddening from what could only be described as a deep hatred for the man he didn’t know.

Jon nodded, looking over at Evan, who held his chin in his hand, his mouth moving quickly as he muttered voicelessly to himself.

“I’m… I’m scared,” Jon admitted, Evan snapping out of his trance-like state quickly, his face contorted into pure worry. Jon wasn’t usually one to be one-hundred percent out with his feelings, though he did have them and did feel them, he just never really talked about it.

“I’d be too,” Evan told him, doing legitimately nothing to help Jon’s state, earning him a gentle shove in the arm by Luke, “I mean… Sure, yeah. This is a pretty… Unusual, occurrence,” Evan noted, coughing gently, “I’m not exactly sure what to do.” Again, this did nothing to help Jon’s state, but what else could he expect? Angels are all about the truth, so truth be told.

“Jo?” Luke uttered out, earning Jon’s attention, “I… I have a small solution, one that you may not really enjoy.”

“What is it?” Jon asked, quirking a brow up in Luke’s direction, Evan turning his gaze to Luke as well.

“I feel like we should… Limit… You going out. You know,” Luke waved his hand with a small huff, trying to diffuse the situation, “Just to ensure your safety.”

“Ah,” Jon replied in a feigned joy, “Great. I’m all about this. No protests from me!” He stuck his thumbs up, flashing a cheesy grin.

“Look,” Luke sighed, rolling his eyes, “I get it. This is for you though, not me, not Evan. It’ll only be for a little bit, Jon,” Luke empathized with Jon, though he never completely knew what Jon had felt, or what was going on in his head, he was his best friend.

“Fine,” Jon muttered, crossing his arms over his chest stubbornly, “Just know I’ll be miserable,” Jon got out right before the two other men left the room.

“Just the way I like ya,” Luke yelled back, his laugh vaguely heard from the living room.

Jon cracked a small smile, shaking his head to himself as he chuckled. Sometimes it was difficult to see how well he got on without a guardian, but he never took for granted how fortunate he was.

That night Jon had issues. His thoughts were latched onto the idea of that man. The subtle searing red glow in his hazel eyes, the smirk that would send wolves howling to their mothers, the voice that had shivers running down his back and not even in the good way, or so he thought. He was figured out today. He was in danger now. But this wouldn’t stop him. Nothing would. He wasn’t going to let anyone, angel or demon, take away his freedom.

Despite thinking this, Evan had considered it Jon’s best interest to stay home, so he did. Through it all, he was still the tiniest bit afraid of Evan, him being an angel and all.

A few god-awfully slow weeks had passed. Usually, staying at home didn’t bother him at all, but knowing that he had near to no choice to leave practically sent his brain into a fit. The worst of it though, was that during this shallow period of time, he spent most of his time in the dark, in bed. No, that wasn’t the worst, it was that he tried helplessly to make up for his lack of sleep as of late, but his thoughts were plagued with the man. He couldn’t seem to escape him. The constant drowsiness and the man would surely kill him, he knew it.

That is, until Luke came in, bearing happy news from within his courier bag and his chipper attitude…. Kidding… He’s just a happy asshole.

“Guess what, Jonny?” Luke exclaimed, smiling widely, almost from ear to ear. Before Jon was able to utter out a bitter response Luke had responded for him, “That’s right! We’re going to the Cafe, cause we’re fancy bitches, ain’t that right?” Luke lifted Jon into a sitting position, Jon grumbling the entire time.

“I ain’t your goddamn dog,” Jon chuckled, swatting Luke’s arm away, “What if I don’t wanna go out?” He challenged, narrowing his eyes at his best friend.

“Too fuckin’ bad, pal. You’re going out anyways, my treat,” Luke patted Jon’s bare back with a small laugh, “Now get yourself dressed, you silly ass. Ev and I will be waiting,” Luke left Jon sitting there, vision blurred out and his mind dazed and confused, despite knowing exactly what was happening.

Doing as told, Jon pulled on some of the clothes that had littered the floor where he’d thrown over his laundry basket in one of his breakdowns during the week, deciding that he’d at least looked halfway-decent…. At least he wasn’t paying!

He sauntered out into the living room where Luke and Evan stood, giving them a small wave along with a tired smile. “Ready?” Evan asked, motioning toward the door with a tilt of his head, Jon nodding in response.

They walked down the street as a small group, talking freely, until they’d gotten to the small coffee shop. Sure, the coffee shop held most of the hipsters in the town, and sure, it was even the tiniest bit of a cliche place to have lunch, but fuck it. Jon was going to take advantage of his time out, as if it were his last.

When they’d entered the cafe, Luke had them go find a place to sit so he could order. The two chose a corner table, right by a window where they were able to look out over the rest of the city.

“How do you feel, Jonathan?” Evan asked, his voice genuine, a small subtle smile playing across his lips.

“I feel good,” Jon replied, “I’m… Not worried,” He noted, Evan nodding, his smile widening.

“Great,” As soon as the word had slipped by Evan’s lips Luke had reappeared with food and coffee, moving in to sit by Evan.

“Everything seems alright, yeah Jon?” Luke asked, turning his head to look at Jon, who had his cheeks stuffed with the toasted sandwich Luke bought for him. He mumbled out his answer, small bits of food flying out of his mouth, causing both Evan and Luke to laugh lightly.

“Your mouth can only be so big,” Luke told him, chuckling as he sipped at his coffee.

“I can make it bigger,” Jon replied. Though he knew Luke wouldn’t fall for his joke, Evan was still a bit naive when it came to a certain kind of jokes.

“Don’t –,”

“How would you do that?” Evan pondered, cocking his head to the side a bit, his eyes sparkling in amusement.

“By sucking lotsa dick,” Jon replied simply, trying his best to not choke on his food as he took another large bite of his sandwich, Luke letting out a few choked out laughs.

“I don’t understand how that would help,” Evan stated bluntly, causing Luke to wheeze as he tried to compose himself.

As if the small bit of conversation jinxed him, he seemed to have caught the attention of a hazel eyed man just booths away from him. It took him not even a full second to realize who it was, his blood running cold immediately.

Luke continued to try to explain to Evan the joke, not even realizing Jon’s little freak out. His hands trembled as he brought the cup of coffee up to his mouth, not daring to look away from the man, a good amount of his drink spilling down his chin and onto his jacket. He jumped up, setting his cup down immediately.

“Shit, man. Are you alright?” Luke reached across the table, grabbing napkins out of the dispenser to hand them to Jon.

“Yeah… Yeah – I’m fine,” Jon rushed out, dabbing at the spots of the coffee on his jacket, “I’ll be back, I’m going to the bathroom,” He excused himself, making his way quickly to the bathroom.

He leaned his hands onto the bathroom counter, looking into the mirror with a large sigh. He ran one hand through his the short pale blonde curls, his hand sliding along the buzzed short hair on the side of his head, closing his eyes momentarily.

A small gust of air blew along his ear, his eyes snapping open, catching sight of the person behind him. His heart stopped for a moment as he ran his eyes over the unmistakable face of the man.

“We meet again, little one,” The man taunted, “It’s been a while, huh? Almost too long…,” He chatted as though it were nothing, as though he didn’t realize the fear he’d instilled inside of Jon.

“Not long enough,” Jon replied faintly, his voice leaving him. The man chuckled, shaking his head.

“You shoulda seen the commotion you’ve caused in there,” He said, “You shoulda seen all the demons ruining you with their eyes… It’s barbaric, really, if you ask me,” He continued, looking at himself from the mirror, running his hand along his stubble covered chin. He then turned his hand up to play with his windblown golden brown hair, fixing it neatly.

“It’s occurred to me, that you need help,” The man offered, turning his head to look at Jon directly, “I need help too.”

“What are you proposing?” Jon asked hoarsely, the man grinning at his compliance.

“I could be your savior… But not really,” The man pondered for a moment, “Like a fake savior. A favior, if you will… But for a price.”

“How much? What do you want?” Jon questioned, his hands growing clammy as he struggled to keep his grip on the marbled counter.

“I want your love.”

“My what?” Jon gaped, his jaw hanging open, “Why would you want that?”

“Down in hell, as well as in heaven, your name floats all around. You’re a cryptic creature… Unlike any other, and I want to be a part of you. A part of your life,” He drifted off, almost dreamily as he gazed at Jon, who tensed up visibly. The man noticed, giving a small grin, showing indistinct fangs to Jon, “Hey, relax, I’m not like other demons. I’m not as big and bad as I seem, really, just gimme a chance.”

“So you’re a demon,” Jon noted, causing Ryan to nod, extending his arms as though he were showcasing himself.

“In the flesh and blood, baby,” He replied, smirking as Jon snorted in a small showing of laughter.

“What’s your name, demon man?” Jon asked, the corner of his mouth tilted upward in an awkward smile.

“Ryan,” He replied, shrugging nonchalantly, “So… What about my offer?”

“You’re gonna have to work for my heart, you know that right?” Jon asked, Ryan nodding in return, “And you’re gonna protect me and do savior stuff, yeah?” Ryan nodded once more.

“Alright. Deal. How do we seal this thing?” Jon asked, “Is there some kinda button I press or thing I sign?” Jon looked Ryan up and down, searching for anything to dictate him to make this thing official.

“Nope, consider this your free trial,” Ryan explained, giving another shrug, “Once you go yeah, my savior is the bomb-dot-com then we do other stuff, sorta.”

“Oh,” Jon murmured, absently walking out of the bathroom, Ryan trailing behind him as he walked over to their table, where Evan and Luke sat, still chatting about Jon’s earlier joke.

Jon cleared his throat, successfully earning the attention of the other two dorks who he called friends, “This is Ryan…,” Jon coaxed the words out of his mouth, finding himself unable to utter out the rest. The important stuff. The savior part.

“I’m his guardian,” Ryan finished, waving slightly to the apprehensive trio. Instantly Luke’s eyes caught onto Jon’s who just shrugged.

“I’ll explain,” Jon clarified.

#shes back #shes remastered #its *drum role* #A Savior Among Others #ohmlirious #we back in dis bitch