#just give em a shot bud

[sansxfuckyou]

new setting (new ideals)

Summary: Wherein John Dory accidentally sneaks into the home universe of Sans after a very small margin of victory in the latest multiversal tourney; things escalate in unprecedented ways after the local scientist sizes him up to scale.

Warnings: swearing, drinking, god i am so sorry for this

Authors Note: @ohposhers @bulliestrolls someone needs to put you two in the fucking slammer for drawing sansdory, and then they need to put me in the slammer for writing sansdory. for the sake of enjoying this fic please picture JD as a lot more creature than in canon.

John Dory was small enough to fit inside of Sans' coat pocket.

Sans discovers this the hard way when the ex leader of brozone falls out of his pocket after his return to Snowdin.

"Ain't snow fucking way." Was what Sans managed as he stared at the unmoving body in the snow, far too small to be considered the average monster for the underground. The Troll would be eaten without a second thought, mistaken for the bugs Muffet doesn't provide protection for.

He plucks the tufted tail and holds up John Dory like he's a dead rat. Of course he snaps awake as soon as Sans is holding him at eye height, and with a screech he's flung aside as the skeleton lurches back.

Sans pauses to catch his breath, "Okay, so you're not dead. That's good."

"Where am I?!" Was John Dory's instant question as he shook the snow from his hair and brushed himself down.

"Pipe down pipsqueak, I won't let you get squished," Sans said as he took a seat on the snow. He held out a hand, "We should probably get you situated with Alphys, size you up a bit."

John reluctantly stepped onto a gloved hand and took a seat on the palm, it was cold and unpleasant. His tail thwipped loudly despite his size, "Anything else in mind to get me back home?" The words are agitated.

"Want me to leave you here?"

Silence.

"Thought so, I'll give you a hand in figuring it out, but you're playing by my rules bud."

"How were you the reigning champ for years on end?"

"The girlies liked me for my dry humor, MILF hunting attitude, and undetermined backstory- and my infinite fuckability of course."

"Must suck not having a dick."

Sans just gives a hum before giving John a gently toss, only a few inches but he still yelps and clings desperately to phalanges when he lands back in Sans' hand. It garners a chuckle from the skeleton, "Pal, I got extremities you couldn't even dream of, and no, that isn't an invitation to start listing 'em off."

John Dory shuts his mouth.

"Don't be shocked if Alphys tries to fill you up with needles and probes."

"With what-"

"She's a curious gal."

-/-/-/-

Thankfully the resizing process involves a lot less probing than Sans said it would, which John is eternally grateful for. He'd like to avoid having a cold piece of metal shoved up his ass if possible. The process just required a small blood sample and some weighing before he was resized with one little ray.

And then he was the exact same height as Sans, give or take a few inches.

"Proportionately, I can see why you won," Sans said, hands stuffed in his pockets and expression same as always. It's far too hard for John Dory to read, he can't tell if it's sarcastic or genuine.

"Thanks." He shrugs off the compliment because he doesn't know how to take it.

"Is it easier to see why I was the reigning champ?" Sans asked.

"You're the furthest thing from 'sexyman' out there," John Dory said before he could actually think about the words exiting his mouth.

Sans laughed, "Tell it to The Onceler, if you can convince him to take me off the bracket then I'll stop trying my best."

"You don't try at all."

"The girlies like me for that."

"What is it with you and the girlies?"

"What makes you think that the guys were voting for me?" Sans shot back, "Think you can walk and talk? I know a shortcut."

"Good point," John Dory said, "I can walk and talk."

"Cool." Sans holds out a hand.

"What?"

"Gotta hold my hand to take the shortcut."

John places his paw atop Sans hand and the grip the motion is received with is far too intense to be considered normal. But a shortcut is a shortcut, and he'll just have to take help to get around this universe until he can get home.

-/-/-/-

"Ketchup?"

"Yeah man, ketchup." Sans tossed a bottle to John Dory as he spoke, the Troll catching it with ease.

"You expect me to drink ketchup? I've had worse, but what about alcohol?" John asked.

"Bud," Sans began, "The bartender is a living flame, you really think he wants to be handling highly flammable stuff?"

"Fair point, but can you actually get drunk offa ketchup?" John asked, and he gave this slanted smirk as he spoke, partially leaning an elbow on the bar. He's gotten more comfortable after a week in Sans' hometown, he lives in the room under the sink in the skelebros household and made it his own until later notice.

Sans gives a hum, "Wanna find out?"

John grins before popping off the cap, "Try me."

-/-/-/-

"What do they put in this shit, Sans?" The words are spoken with a giggle and despite the ache in his head John Dory goes back for more.

"Tomatoes," Sans answered with, still slowly downing his first serving of ketchup.

"It's gotta be more than that, bonedaddy," John Dory purred, leaning a little bit more on the bar and resting his chin in his hands.

A distinct azure rises to Sans' face, "I think you've had too much ketchup."

"You meant it."

"What?"

"When we were in the lab, when you said I looked hot. You meant it, you like me," John deduced rather skillfully despite his inept state.

"And if I do?" Sans asked.

John pauses, "It'd be hot, Sans and John Dory double teaming the tourney."

"Alright, we should get home," Sans said, sliding off his bar stool and holding out a gloved hand.

John Dory took it and slid off his own stool, his tail wagged about lazily. His face is burning up and he looks oddly lovesick, a realization that Sans makes the choice to ignore until he can contemplate it late at night. Alone. In bed. By himself.

The Troll slinks an arm under Sans' shoulders, face resting atop the fluff of his hoodie and nuzzled into the collar of his turtleneck, he still clutches a hand tightly. He gives a contented hum, "Your jacket's soft."

"I know."

"You're soft."

"That's an odd thing to say considering I'm all bones."

"I'll show you bones."

"We really gotta get you home."

"And then?"

"And then you're going to sleep, no goodnight kiss."

-/-/-/-

Another week passes and Papyrus suddenly has to deal with the fact that Sans and John Dory are being overtly romantic.

"Your teeth are cold." John Dory would always say whenever he tried to kiss Sans.

"The girlies like it." Sans would always answer.

And sometimes John Dory would try again to get the usually snapped shut jaw open, or he'd say, "I guess I'm one of the girlies."

They'd laugh and after a small beat of silence continue on with their day.

Maybe it's selfish that Sans is keeping John Dory from a way back to his own universe, but he's pretty sure the Troll doesn't mind. He's stopped asking when he'll get to go back home at least, and Sans is benefiting from having someone around.

It makes the resets more tolerable if nothing else, and Sans just doesn't tell John about them. About the times he's watched everyone die and everyone live, he never speaks a word of it. And unless Frisk brings it up, he won't have to know of the amnesia or the violence.

And they can keep living their happily ever after.

#sansdory #trolls fanfic #undertale fanfiction #sans undertale #john dory trolls #john dory #sans #undertale #trolls #yes i sprinkled in some fanon sans at the very end. for funsies. #writing #fanfic #fanfiction

[punsmaster69]

28/MAR/20XX

"Are we all set, do you think?"

"pretty sure."

she pats the seat next to her and lifts up the blanket, prompting me to join her and frisk.

"Then we are just waiting on Flowey."

on cue, flowey wheels into the room dragging a bag of miscellaneous junk food behind him.

"oh, thanks for bringing me this."

i take the bag from him.

"HEY?!?"

"Give me that back, you smiling trashbag!!"

"come get it, bud."

"Sans..."

toriel starts.

a vine immediately shot forward to curl around my arm, and suddenly a very angry flower child was wrangling the bag out of my hand by force.

with my other hand, i grab the petalled assailant and hold him in the air. he has the bag in his mouth like an animal.

". . ."

"you got it back not-so-fair or square..."

"buuut, i guess you can keep it."

toriel holds out her hand for flowey to transfer onto.

"Pre-movie entertainment..."

frisk mumbles, pressing a button on the remote.

"E-nnoyance-ment, more like."

toriel makes a face.

"That."

"That is not even close to a word..."

"to be fair, you got what he meant by it. i'd say it works."

"I am not sure you should encourage an entirely false vocabulary."

"Why are you defending it. YOU are the E-nnoyance-ment, Sans."

"can't say no to coming up with gibberish."

"Even you admit that it is nonsense, then-"

hand in the air, frisk mashes the volume button until it's too loud to continue a conversation. once we're all silent, they turn it back down.

"Thank you for your cooperation. Now shut the heck up with the fighting. Watch the movie."

——

"Quit your damn crunching, boy."

poking flowey in the face.

he scowls and smacks their hand away.

"Language, Frisk."

"Sorry."

"But for the love of all that is holy, Flowey, shut up."

a few moments go by. a somewhat quiet scene begins in the movie, and flowey begins crunching on his snacks as loudly as possible once again.

"𝘍𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘺. Please."

frisk glares at him.

"I will literally deck you."

"Is simply allowing you to have snacks going to become an issue?"

flowey stops crunching.

"That only punishes me!!"

"Frisk had snacks too, did they not?"

they crinkled a bag of empty gummies.

"𝘿𝙞𝙙."

"wow."

"you guys are missing the entire scene."

"Shhhhhh."

toriel hushes them, and they listen for at least a little bit.

——

"To your room."

"This is Flowey's-!"

"DON'T BLAME IT ON ME!!!"

"You were 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 fighting equally."

"Go. I do not want to hear a peep from either of you until you have worked things out."

angry grumbling as the frisk and flowey respectively shuffle and wheel away.

"..."

"been a while since you had to do that."

frisk had started stealing some of flowey's snacks and whatnot, which he of course blew up over. and, uh. they escalated from there and got sent away.

"I understand if you do not want to stick around any longer."

"i would, but i kinda did promise paps i'd play a game with him when he got home."

"which, uhh..."

i check the time.

"means i've got about fifteen minutes."

"Oh!"

"Do not let me hold you, then."

"update me on 'em, okay?"

i gesture down the hall and she nods.

"Certainly. I am sure they will resolve things."

"seeya, lady."

"Goodbye, Sans."

lightly, i bonk my head against hers before disappearing behind her couch and stepping out in front of ours.

i toss myself onto the couch and wait for papyrus.

——

"OVER THAT?"

"yep."

"AGH. I HAVE BEEN WORKING WITH FLOWERY ON CONFLICT RESOLVEMENT, TOO."

"resolution."

"HE WAS DOING SO WELL!!"

"hard to resolve a fight if you started it."

"I'LL... HAVE TO TALK WITH HIM ABOUT THAT AS WELL, I SUPPOSE."

papyrus clicks the buttons on his controller rhythmically as he works on building something.

" 'THAT'. WHAT WOULD YOU CALL IT?"

"probably incitement or something."

"THOUGHT AS MUCH."

"....."

he stares at his building on the screen.

"WHERE IS THE GOLD?"

"I CAN'T PROPERLY RECREATE MY BATTLE BODY WITHOUT IT."

"still by your previous self-statue, i think."

"INDEED IT IS!!"

"OH, AND THERE'S THE TOOL YOU WERE LOOKING FOR A WHILE AGO."

"oh, sick."

——

it's almost midnight, and i haven't heard a peep from tori until now.

all she sent was a photo of frisk and flowey asleep beside each other over some papers on the floor, with a lot of random doodles and words on the scattered pages.

dunno what happened there, but if whatever it was made 'em stop fighting for long enough to fall asleep then i'd say it worked.

#undertale #journal #sans #toriel #soriel #sans x toriel #toriel x sans #papyrus #sans and papyrus #papyrus and sans #skelebros #sans and frisk #frisk and sans #frisk #flowey #sans and flowey #............this is too many fuckin tags #sorry this one's odd #wanted more chapters where sand just does NOT get involved in the drama OR the solution

[pinkiepiebones]

Prompt: blind bug taste test with Rebecca getting increasingly disturbed by renfield's accuracy.

[BIG WARNING FOR DEPICTIONS OF LIVE INSECT CONSUMPTION AND JOKING ABOUT IT]

Rebecca had made a lot of questionable choices in her life. The tattoo. The blonde highlights. The high school talent show. But she emerged from those choices a better, stronger, more determined person.

Right now, she's not sure she'll get out from under this one.

They had been drinking when she came up with the idea. Robert, her best friend, had been sharing more from his weird, long life over a sugary drink he had picked based on the name- Grasshopper.

"Doesn't taste anything like a real one," he commented. Rebecca smirked into her Zombie.

"Oh yeah, I bet you became a real, uh, insect connoisseur , huh? Like those assholes who go to wine tastings?"

Robert shrugged. "I know the taste of a cricket from the taste of a spider, sure."

"Bullshit."

Robert just looked at her as he sipped his drink, his crisp blue eyes glimmering with something that looked damn close to mischief.

"I'll bet you," he said softly, "that I could identify any bug you give me, by taste alone."

"You're on, freakazoid" Rebecca said affectionately. They shook on it.

-

So here they are a week later, in Robert's apartment. Robert's sitting at his little dining table, hands in his lap. He's wearing a silky pink blindfold (when he had triumphantly revealed he owned one, it led to a very sclipped conversation about his dating life- it was going very well, he was exploring to find out what he liked, yes Rebecca I know what safe words are, look you said I needed a blindfold for this, I have matching handcuffs if you want to see those too...).

Rebecca puts insects in little paper cups. It's like pill sorting, she thinks, only the pills are wriggling.

"Okay, hot shot," she says, "time to test your taste buds. Taste bugs? Bug-" She sets a tray of paper cups on the table. "Whatever. I'm not a word person."

Robert smirks. He holds out a hand and Rebecca hands him the first little cup. He throws it back like a shot and crunches it.

"Hm. Cricket. Easily."

Rebecca nods. "Yeah, okay, but you could hear it, too, so no point." She passes him the next cup.

This one he reaches into and pulls the bug out. "Hey, that's cheating, maybe," Rebecca protests as Robert bites it in half.

"Ooh, centipede. Millipede?" He gives a thoughtful couple of chews. "Yeah, centipede."

"Yeah, but don't- don't touch 'em, okay?" Rebecca suppresses a gag and hands her friend the next cup.

Robert treats it like a shot glass again and almost chokes.

"Fuck! You found termites? Eugh. Never cared for those."

Rebecca begins to feel the prickle of regret in the back of her neck. The next challenges go by too easily.

"Maggots."

"Caterpillar."

"A juicy spider."

"Ah, a proper grasshopper."

"Fly."

Rebecca is genuinely disturbed. She knew Robert had eaten bugs throughout his life. 'Their life force gives me power,' he had told her shortly before eating a kid's ant farm and ripping the arms off an armed thug. He hadn't eaten any since they had chopped Dracula up, mixed him in concrete and tossed the chunks into the sewer. Maybe I just assumed he wouldn't remember their taste, she thinks. Or maybe I convinced myself he was full of shit. Fuck! I can't lose this stupid bet.

She looks at the tray. The little paper cups are empty.

Suddenly, she gets an idea.

"Okay bug boy, I got one last test." She slips back into the kitchenette and grabs her bag, rustling around in it, then pulls out what she was seeking. She drops it in a little paper cup and, wearing a shit-eating grin, walks back over to the dining table. She takes Robert's hands and maneuvers the cup into them.

Robert brings the cup to his lips and opens his mouth and tilts his head back. He dumps the cup's contents in and starts chewing, then just as quickly, he stops.

"What the fuck-"

He starts chewing again, slowly. He tries to swirl the bug around on his tongue, trying to get a flavour. "This is so fruity... what is this?"

He reaches up and pulls off his blindfold. "Fuck, you got me. I have no clue what I just ate."

Rebecca whoops triumphantly and snaps finger guns at her bewildered friend. "That was a gummy worm, motherfucker! Oh yeah!" She folds her arms. She's beaming. "Not so, uh, sharp, in your old age, huh?"

Robert is chuckling and rises to go get a drink. "You're a jerk, Rebecca" he says happily.

"A jerk who won a bet," she corrects.

#renfield

[somewhereinthepines]

a/n: i’m cleaning up my writing files atm, and i found this lil thing. it was supposed to be a full-blown oneshot pwp, but idk if i will return to it like ever. to this set-up in particular, i mean. i might, but also not sure. so here as far as i’ve got with it. technically speaking, this can be considered an AU. ryan is around 23-24 in this fic. chris is 48. the rest of the counsellors are also older. and basically, ryan and chris both have tattoos in this fic, and pretty much look like their concept art versions. that’s the only time, when ryan is allowed to look cool. ever. 

and as to why jacob happens to be here…well, idk. he just is. 

either way, the pair is chris/ryan, there are hints of slight mature themes, but it never got past it lol. also i didn't re-read it, so if there are mistakes, so sorry.

————–

Emma was a freaking tease. Jacob knew it already. Knew it from the get-go, but he couldn’t help himself. He truly couldn’t. He was always getting frustrated with the way she taunted him. Giving him an inch, only for him to make it into a mile. 

Sure, it was part of the deal and they weren’t even dating, but deep down, he dared to hope for something more intimate, than a quickie and promise of maybe, maybe not doing it again. 

It was fun, of course. The things, that they did. Em had a fantastic body and she was more experienced, than most girls he was with before. Yet, it’s where she seemingly drew the line. She wouldn’t allow him to kiss her in public or even throw an arm around her shoulder. 

She resisted anything, that had something to do with them getting committed to one another, and despite how he should have been ‘respectful’ toward her wishes, it still managed to upset him. 

He naively thought, that they kinda had, you know, something special, maybe? A summer flick can grow past just a little crush, no one forbidden it to. 

But she was having none of that. 

She refused to give him any chance to actually show her, that he was pretty serious about making her his girlfriend. It seemed like she didn’t believe him. But Jacob was a stubborn guy, and he kept on telling himself, that he just needs to work harder to win her over. After all, Em was the girl of his dreams. Pretty, witty, and hot as hell. What is there not to want? He just had to try harder to make her see things his way!  

The only problem was, though, that he had no idea how to go about it. He only had one girlfriend before, and even then, she dumped him, because he wasn’t ‘sensitive enough’ for her or whatever. 

Jacob was pretty helpless, when it came to deciphering women's psychology. 

He could always ask Kaitlyn’s opinion on the matter, but she would make fun of him, abusing the boundaries of their friendship for her own amusement. And even if she would have been willing to actually help him, she wasn’t the most girly girl on the block. How would she know what Em might like? And Abi, well, yeah no. He doubts, that she will be of any help, either. She didn’t strike him as someone, who was on the same level as Emma. 

So with all those names crossed out, unfortunately, it left him only with one option. Not the best one. But who else was he going to ask for dating advice? Mister H? 

No, it was out of the question. He won’t ask some old dude, who clearly wasn’t doing anything sexual for years. Jacob needed a more ref-reshed opinion. Such as Nick or Dylan. They’d be able to help. 

For that, he smartly picked the time, when he had two of them in one place. During the breakfast, when everyone was way too sleepy to be smarasses and when, Emma was sitting out of ear-shot. 

It was perfect timing for sure. 

As soon as he was mentally ready, he blurted out, loud enough only for his buds to hear, “What should I do?” 

Dylan and Nick paused their heated discussion about some music band to throw weirded out looks at him. Ryan, on other hand, barely glanced at Jacob, pretty soon returning to poking at his food, like nothing had happened. He looked like he was still half-asleep. But Jacob couldn’t care less about that dude at the moment. 

“What?” Nick blinked, seemingly not following. 

“Yeah, what do you mean?” Dylan asked, leaning on the table, vaguely intrigued. “Did I miss something?” 

“It’s about –” Jacob couldn’t hold back an embarrassed, sheepish smile, that crawled on his lips. “Em.” 

“Oh…right, of course it is.” Dylan immediately looked bored, as if someone had flipped a switch inside his head. “It’s always about her with you, huh?” 

“Wh – no, it’s not!” 

“Yes, it is.” Dylan drawled out, eyes hooded and flat. “Oh Romeo, where is my Romeo?” 

“Did she dump you or something?” Nick chimed in, pushing a piece of broccoli inside his mouth. He was faintly smirking at angried look on Jacob’s face. “About the damn time. The summer is getting close to an end. It’s time to lose some extra weight.”

“Sick burn, man.” 

“I’m serious!” Jacob whispered-shouted, which only resulted in more recondited mockery. “I’ve – I’m asking you to help me!” 

“So she did dump you, then?”

Dylan snorted. Nick was openly smiling now. And Ryan just continued looking like he was pretty much out of it. 

“What? No. No!” Jacob shot back, glaring at them. “Don’t say that, man!”

“Why not? It’s not like she’s gonna date you outside of – umm – y’know, work and all.” Dylan supplied, getting an approving leer from Nick. “Summer affairs tend to be short-lived.” 

“Yeah, what he said.” Nick supported, mouthing another piece of his breakfast. “You win some, you lose some.” 

Jacob frowned, slowly getting frustrated with them. Those two fuckers were always ganging up on him, when it came to Em. But it wasn’t like he had much choice. He couldn’t figure it out on his own. He needed their help. Whether he wanted it or not. 

“I’m serious, dudesss.” Jacob said in a quieter, whiner voice. “I need some – uh, advice? Like pretty please?” 

“Like as in dating advice?” Dylan made a confused face. “From…us?” 

“How desperate are you?” Nick injected, also looking surprised. 

“I don’t know…very desperate?” Jacob offered, seeing a small shift in their behavior. “If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t have been asking.” 

“So you want us to help you to make Em like you again?” Dylan asked, rubbing his jaw, like he wasn’t too sure about his own wording. “Like make her get swayed by you?” 

Jacob nodded his head. “Ah, yeah. Yeeeah. I mean. Kind of?” 

“For real?” 

“Yes. Fucking damn it.” he was getting pretty angry here. “How many times do I need to repeat it?” 

Nick sighed, putting his cheek in the hollow of his palm, eyes skipping to the other end of the hall, where Emma chatted with Abi. She was fully oblivious about what they were discussing just a few feet away. Dylan looked into that direction too, humming. To their credit, they both actually seemed somewhat thoughtful now. 

“Well?” 

“I dunno, dude. Didn’t you try to like — aw fuck, I don’t know.” Dylan turned back to him. “Nick, what you’ve got? You’ve gotta have something, right?” 

Nick responded with an indifferent shrug. “Not really. I mean, did you try to do something romantic for her? Like take her to some pretty place?” 

Jacob did nothing of the kind, but this got his attention. “A pretty place? In here?” 

“Where else?” Nick said, playfully raising both of his brows up. “The town doesn’t actually have anything cool in it. And in nature…” 

“You can fuck in nature.” Dylan injected, seemingly proud of his sudden resolution “Do it the forest people style.” 

“Get it going in the bushes?” Jacob honestly thought, that they must be joking. Em would never agree to this kind of stuff. “That’s not serious, guys.” 

“Why not? You can go skinny dipping.” 

“Or you can stage it like you will.” 

“Oh.” 

Now, this was an idea. 

Jacob nodded, considering it. “Okay, okaaay. Continue.” 

“You, her aaand –” 

Dylan and Nick exchanged looks, and smiled at one another, as if knowing something, that he didn’t. 

“And?” Jacob urged, leaning over the table. “And what?” 

“And a private, secluded place. This is what you need.” Nick finished, while Dylan nodded, getting a sip of his coffee. “This will get the ball rolling.” 

“Yeah, you can surprise her and then, get some or whatever.” 

Jacob glanced at Em’s direction. Maybe, this indeed was what he needed. They don’t even had to have sex, maybe just talk about things, where no one can budge in. In the end, he just wanted to make her give him a chance. A real one. And if they’d be alone and she’ll see that he was honestly trying…this should sway her judgment, right? 

But it brings him back to another issue. 

“And where such a place might be?” 

“Uhhhh…well. I don’t know.” Nick answered, unbothered by Jacob’s fallen expression. “Somewhere?” 

“Oh come on, dude!” Jacob whined. “Don’t do this to me!” 

Nick’s state remained neutral, and Jacob started getting real worried here, but then – 

“Maybe, you should ask Ryan.” Dylan offered, pointing his fork at Mister Gloom-Doom, who barely flinched at the notion. “He knows the area better, than any of us.” 

“Yeah, that’s a good idea, actually. Ask him.” Nick murmured, getting back to his food. “Mister H probably showed him around a lot.” 

This was a good point, but it was Ryan, they were talking about. And if there was something, that everybody around here knew, it was that he and Jacob weren’t really getting along well. 

“I don’t think, that he can be –” 

“He sits right here, just ask him, geez.” Nick urged, before starting chewing on his bacon. 

Jacob looked at Ryan, and the other guy looked back at him. “So, Ryan…do you know such a place? For me and Em, I mean.”

The other teen didn’t respond. He didn’t even blink. Expression so-ever blank, the dark eyes slightly lidded. Always unimpressed and uninterested by anything or anyone. Jacob already wanted to punch him in the face. It was almost like an itch under his skin. 

“You’ve been here a lot, so –” 

“I’m not going to help you, dude.” 

He didn’t even hesitate or stammer when he said it. The asshole didn’t so much as bait an eyelid even. And while, Jacob expected it, this did nothing to prevent his temper from rising. Ryan really did pissed him off sometimes.  

“Wow, who would have thought.” Jacob bit back, childishly offended. “I mean, daaaamn. You can’t really contribute to anything, unless it’s a – let’s see, a discussion about how to deepthroat Mister H’s dick. Now, this would have been your field of knowledge, I’d imagine.” 

Dylan made a weird noise, that could have been a poorly stifled giggle, while Nick openly sniggered into his fist, masking it into a low cough. They both did a piss poor job of hiding their amusement. But Ryan himself barely raised a brow at him. 

“Nice one, Jacob.” Ryan deadpanned, taking a bite of his omelet. “I’m never going to recover from it.” 

“I’ll bet, that Mister H is into some kinky shit.” Dylan suggested. “Like some real dirty stuff.” 

“You, mean like an old pervert kind of shit?” Nick joined in, all too happy to spread rumors about their boss. “Roleplay? Or wait, the better yet. Underground BDSM club?” 

“Can you picture it?” Dylan laughed under his breath. “Mister H in leather?” 

“With some kind of torture thing.” 

“Like a paddle.” 

“Or a whip.” 

They could only hold themselves back so much, before they started laughing. Nick nearly choked on the last piece of his bacon. 

“Hey guys, can we please focus on me?” Jacob asked over their laughter, but was ignored. 

“He’s not into weird shit.” Ryan put his own two cents in, for once, looking somewhat annoyed. He always got all bristly and pissy, when they shit-talked his precious camp leader. It was almost like he cared about what they said about Mister Hackett way more, than what they said about Ryan himself. 

So typical for that guy. 

“Oh come on, Ryan. We’re just joking.” 

“Yeah, man. Chill.” 

“He can’t chill, though.” 

Everyone at the table looked up at him. The dramatic pause worked as a charm. 

If you can’t fight them, join them. 

“It gives him flashbacks.” Jacob said with a toothy smile, enjoying how Ryan’s hold on the fork tightened up as if on reflex. “Does he put you over his knee, when you’re being a bad boy, Ryan?” 

“Har-har.” Ryan narrowed his eyes. “Very funny, Jacob.” 

“What, I am just asking, man.” Jacob replied back, a smile still present on his face. “I mean, do you call him daddy? Or pappi? You look like you’d be into that!” 

Ryan’s eyes narrowed. “Are you done yet?” 

Jacob pretended to think. “Yeeeah, no wait. Wait. One last thing. Daddy Hackett.” 

This managed to send both Nick and Dylan into an absolute frenzy, they were openly laughing now, creating all kinds of rackets around the table. The other counselors and kids were glancing their way. But Jacob’s own attention was focused on Mister-Bitch-Resting-Face. He wouldn’t miss it for the world. The rare chance to see, Ryan actually losing even an inch of his cool. 

“So which one is it? You can tell us, we won’t judge!” 

“You really hang up on it, aren’t you?” 

“I don’t know.” Jacob shrugged. “What’s your favorite pose, by the way? Doggy style?” 

This finally hit the nail. Ryan’s breath hitched. His posture went rigid. And while one might mistake it for a sign of repressed anger, Jacob noticed how jerked his throat, and how quickly he went from tense to huddled, and oddly pissy, but in a very passive-aggressive way. 

Jacob had irked him for real this time. And he wasn’t about to stop. Fuck no. Why should he? Mister H’s personal Golden Boy deserved to be knocked down a peg. 

“Nothing to say for yourself, Erzahler?” 

He was anticipating his response. He waited for some sort of comeback or maybe, even something being thrown into his face. But in a second, all the pent-up energy seemingly left Ryan’s body, and his expression went back to being placid and bored. 

“Fuck off.” Ryan muttered, looking away. Defeated. 

“Awww…” Jacob coed. “Poor Ryan had –” 

“Hey, what’s going on over there?” 

Ahhh, fuck. 

He cringed, and turned over his shoulder to reassure Mister H, who was now glaring at them like a hawk. Sometimes, Jacob forgot that he was there during the morning hours too. “Nothing! It’s nothing!” 

“Nothing?” the older man’s face told him, that he wasn’t buying into Jacob’s bullshit. “It doesn’t look like nothing to me. What’s so funny, anyways?” 

“Ahh, it’s – no, really! That’s ahhh – that’s nothing, really!” Jacob waved his hand, hoping that it would pacify the other, and make the crowd stop eyeing him. Even Em was staring at him, slightly raising her brow. “This is just –” 

“Yeah, it’s nothing, Mister H.” 

Jacob paused, side-glancing at Ryan, genuinely taken aback. Not expecting him to come to Jacob’s aid, out of all people. But then, he noticed how there was a hint of light smirk on Ryan’s lips, and he immediately knew that it wasn’t anything good. Ryan might have told his jokes with a straight face, making people wonder if it was a joke at all. But he could deliver the punchline, if he really wanted to. 

“He just can’t count past forty five.” 

Some people started to laugh. Nick and Dylan laughed at this as well, not caring who was the target of their shared finger-poking. They seemed to love taking piss at everyone, really. 

“That’s –” Jacob felt his face flush with embarrassment. “That’s not true!” 

“Yeah, he slowly gets over forty six, though.” Ryan added, looking straight at him. “It’s very challenging.” 

“Fuck you!” Jacob quietly hissed, kicking Ryan into the shin under the table. Something had flashed through the other teen’s face then, and he kicked him right back. Jacob barely managed to bite back a painted groan. Ryan’s boots had a pretty heavy sole. “Ow, why you…” 

“Hope, that you like it.” 

“What?” Jacob raised his eyes and met that unbanished expression directly, and damn, he wanted to fucking throttle that prick. 

“Hey! HEY!” Mister H called out, getting up from his own seat. “Don’t make me go there, Custos!”

“What!?” he blinked, taken aback by such plain side-picking. “What did I do? Ryan is –” 

“I told you to knock it off, pal.” the older man warned him, tone serious and expression even more hardened. “I’m not jokin’ with ya. Don’t start something, that ya can't finish.” 

“But I –” 

“Calm yourself down. Now.” Mister H told him, like one would a disobedient dog and it was pretty much over, after that. At this point, it was pretty useless to try and defend himself, so he just sank back into his seat, throwing Ryan a dirty look. The other kid just scoffed at him, drawing his legs closer to the bench, and going back to straight up ignoring him. 

Fucking asshole. 

Mister H never got angry at Ryan. As if he was automatically blameless, and never guilty of anything. It got under Jacob’s skin at times. Just how easy it was for Ryan to mislead people with his quiet and usually non-conflicting persona. It’s like they literally believed, that he was any better, than an average man of their age. When he wasn’t. 

At least, Jacob wasn’t buying into that shit. There was just something very off about Ryan. Something, that made it hard to like him, but very easy to want to mess with him. He could never understand why Kaitlyn kind of liked the creep, when he didn’t even looked her way. 

But eventually, it all was sort of forgotten and Jacob went back to focusing on more important tasks such as getting Em see a real dating material in him. It was more urgent, than focusing on Ryan and how he got it all so ever easy. Besides, this plan might just work. 

Jacob felt good about this one. Real good. 

It should work out just fiiine. 

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It didn’t work out fine. Half-way through, he had already started suspecting that something was off. Nick and Dylan told him, that they had told Em, that Jacob told them to ask her if she would like to accompany him tonight. And then, as a final piece of their strange story, they told him, that she said yes. 

Dumbly and blindly, he had trusted their word. He went to the spot, where he was supposed to meet Emma. But it was becoming less and less likely, that she’d come. They said, that Em wanted to meet him on the Island, in the evening, when most of the counselors and campers will be getting ready for the night. But Jacob was yet to find any sign of her. Was she running later or…? 

Annoyed, he looked around, finding nothing, but well, the old boathouse. Nothing out of the ordinary. And Em was nowhere to be seen. 

Part of him suspected, that it might be a ruse. It won’t be the first time, when Nick and Dylan would use his affection for Emma to make a fool out of him. And it most likely won’t be the last. They still had a few weeks of summer left. 

Jacob re-adjusted his cap, looking up at the darkening sky. 

“Ahh, damn it…” 

The time was really running out for him, wasn’t it? 

But – 

But maybe, she was simply being fashionably late. Girls love to do this kind of thing. 

Not knowing if this all was for real or not, if Emma was still coming or not, he decided to wait it out in the boathouse. He might as well, see if she would be heading here from the higher point of the Island, rather than sulking on the bridge. 

“Okay, Jacob. Gotta wait for her a bit longer, I guess.” he told himself, filling the silence with his own voice, just to not let the anxiety take over. Perhaps, he still can get it going for him. 

Or maybe, not. 

Maybe, not today. 

He wasn’t sure how long he waited. One hour for sure, maybe more, but he nearly jumped off the second floor, when he saw a boat coming closer to an Island. Finally, she was –

But it wasn’t Emily. 

It was Mister H and…what the hell? Was it Ryan? 

They seem to not notice him too busy talking with one another. Jacob had no idea what they were discussing, he could only hear their muted voices, and see Mister Hackett nearly scrambling to get on the sandy surface, like he wanted nothing more, than to put a distance between himself and the water. 

Meanwhile, Ryan was tying the boat to the bridge pole, eyes downcast and mouth still running about whatever. As soon as he was done, he joined Chris and they walked towards –

Oh fuck. They were walking here. 

Jacob leapt away from the wooden border, heart beating loudly inside his ears. What should he do? None of the counselors were allowed to come here, after the camping activities were done with. And it was getting closer and closer toward nighttime. He would get in trouble for this! 

He couldn’t let them see him! 

The voices were getting louder and he could hear their footsteps making the old wood creak. They were fucking going up here! Damn! Damn it! 

Frantically, Jacob swiped his head around, attempting to pick a place to hide. 

Come on! Come on! 

“T-there!” he muttered to himself, feeling like he still could avoid getting caught. 

Quickly, he rushed toward one of the tables, crawling underneath it, right to the point, where there were too many chairs for them to hopefully notice him. He could hide behind them for the time being. And it wasn’t like it was actually all that bright anymore either. 

The sun was about to set in an hour or two, so maybe –

“I can’t believe, that he said it.” 

This was unmistakably Mister H’s voice. 

“He did.” 

And this low drawl was clearly Ryan. But what the fuck Ryan was even going here, and with their boss? So late too? How come that rules didn’t apply to him as well? 

Jacob could barely process what this situation even was, but he didn’t have all that much time to dwell on it. His breath came short, when both men walked through the doorway. Mister Hackett was holding a pack of…beer? And Ryan was dragging after him, seemingly familiar with this ‘routine’, like they did it before. 

And what the hell was this all about? Did Chris allow Ryan to drink at work? 

While Jacob was still somewhat shocked with this development, Ryan settled on one of the tables, putting his boot on the nearest chair, rocking it. The older man placed the beer pack right next to his hip, pausing like he had noticed something out of order. 

“And then, it’s –”

“Wait a second, bud.” 

Jacob watched in horror how Mister H took a step back from the table, and slowly rounded the room with his stare. The look inside his irises was oddly intense, not the kind that he ever saw the man having. Then, weirdly enough, Mister H’s nose twitched, like he was sniffing air. 

“What’s the matter?” 

“Ah, no…” Chris narrowed his eyes, looking from one side to another. “No, it’s just — oh, here it is.” 

He slowly stalked closer to the place, where Jacob was hiding and for a second, he thought that he was found out. But Chris reached for something, that was on the table, instead of looking underneath it. 

“Ah-ha.” judging by the sound, the olderman shook the object in his hand, before throwing it to Ryan, who caught it with ease. A bottle opener.  “I knew, that it was around here somewhere.” 

“You always forget stuff.” Ryan told him in an even voice, opening one of the bottles and hissing, when some of the foam dripped past the glass, and all over his fingers. 

“Not always.” Mister H responded, returning to his previous spot. 

“You forgot the password to your own safe the other week.” 

“It’s because I’ve changed it.” Chris chuckled at his own statement, rubbing the back of his neck as if embarrassed. “And yeah, you’ve right, I pretty much forgot, that I’ve changed it afterwards.” 

“It’s all because of the beer.” Ryan tilted his head a bit to the side, allowing Chris to take the bottle away from him. 

“Oh yeah?” the older man took a large sip, while Ryan stared at him. “Think so, mm?” 

“Yeah. It’s like – uhh –” he bit down on his lip, thinking about the word. “The Devil’s brew.” 

“The Devil’s brew?” Chris licked his lips, giving Ryan a crinky, cheery look. “I heard it somewhere before.” 

Ryan shrugs. “My grandma calls it that. And she’s like a hundred years old.” 

“Are you calling me old again?” Chris quirked a brow up. “Think, that only the old people know what it is?” 

“Not what I’ve said.” 

Ryan suddenly reached his hand, wrapping his fingers around Chris’s and tilting the bottle toward himself, taking a large gulp, that resulted in him starting coughing. It must have hit the wrong place inside his throat. Chris sighed and lightly patted him on the back, not even scolding him for such sort of behavior. 

Jacob frowned. Still confused. 

So, was Ryan allowed to drink for real, then? 

“Sh-shit…” 

“Ah, Ryan.” Mister H mumbled. “Don’t hurry. Drink in small gulps, yeah?” 

“Yeah, y-yeah, I – I know, it’s just –” Ryan wiped his mouth, right afterwards grabbing Chris’s uniform and tugging him a bit closer. “I kind of…uhh. I kind of tired of waiting.” 

“Ohhh…I see.” Chris drew out, understanding something, that Jacob didn’t. “How cruel of me to deny you this, mm? Want to get it on now already, champ?” 

Slowly, Ryan nodded, still gripping the lapel of Chris’s shirt. Still staring him dead in the eyes. And if Jacob didn’t know any better, he’d thought, that they were about to make out with one another. But –

No. 

Now, that would have been fucking weird, if they did. Like as if every lewd joke, that he and the boys made about Ryan and Mister H had suddenly turned out to be true. 

“I’m better start, before ya'll get all impatient, then.” Chris said, voice getting lower, deeper. “You’re ready for it, right?” 

Another nod. 

“Y-yeah.” 

Chris’s hands brushed the back of Ryan’s neck. “Good.” 

Behind the bunch of chairs, crumpled in tiny space, Jacob took it all in. There was a lot of familiarity between them. And it’s not like no one had ever noticed it before. It was enough to just look at them interacting, really. But it felt so much more casual now, somehow. Like Ryan and Chris were hanging out like this all the time. 

It felt so weird to see it happening without them knowing, that he was there. But his brain had only truly zeroed out, went completely blank, when Mister H took a hold of Ryan’s chin, in a gesture so sure and confident, like it was done time after time, and pressed their mouths together. 

Jacob’s own mouth involuntarily hung open, as he stared and stared, as if it would disappear or he would wake up. But it did not. And he didn’t wake up with a gasp. Instead, it was Ryan, who gasped into the older man’s lips, slightly aching into Chris’s other hand, when it crawled up his leg, right under his undershirt. 

And holy moly, it got intense pretty fast from there. Jacob wasn’t expecting them to just go for it, like that. Not that he expected them to go for it at all. But the kiss turned from somewhat slow into a dirty one, and he couldn’t foresee Ryan even knowing how to kiss, but he clearly knew what he was doing. Moving his jaw and grabbing Chris’s arm, trembling fingers pressing into his tattoo, sliding against heated skin while the older man sucked all the air out of his lungs. 

It was as if he attempted to choke him with the kiss alone. 

And Ryan was clearly into it too. Into not able to breath, aside from panicked, fastered inhales and exhales through his nose. It wasn’t the first time, when they did it, clearly. So how many times…? No, wait. Why does he even think about that!? 

It was so odd and wrong, but also, he probably shouldn’t be all that shocked, considering that Ryan never hid his apparent boner for Mister H. And speaking of boners, Jesus…

It didn’t take Mister H long to just slam his hips between Ryan’s spread legs, and lightly rub against him, while they were making out. Ryan seemed pleased, eager even. 

And this was weird too. Jacob could never imagine Chris as someone, who was this straightforward and latently aggressive. Sure, the guy had a bit of a temper at times, but usually, Mister H was pretty tame and somewhat polite. For him to just eat face with one of his counsellors like that? 

What was going on?

“Mhh!” 

Ryan made another noise, twitching against Chris and sort of attempting to reach for his belt, but his hand was stopped half-way. Mister H just kept it there against his hip, not allowing it to go any further, sort of jamming it against his growing erection. And yeah, Jacob could see it from his place, thank you very much. 

“C-come on…” Ryan rasped, when they separated after what seemed like an hour. “I need t-to –” 

He took a deep breath, still unable to recover, while Chris only smiled at him. It wasn't an unkind smile either. It was pretty warm and found, but also knowing and vexed. 

“You’re really inpatient today, buster.” Chris noted. “Can’t hold it back?” 

“Y-yeah…” Ryan sucked in another shaky breath, and nodded, watching Chris through half-lidded eyes. “I just really want you to…uh…y’know to uh…” 

“To fuck ya silly?” Chris asked, and it was so bizzare hearing him saying something like that. For a moment Jacob honestly thought, that he was asleep and it wasn’t for real. But then it got worse, “Raw you up for good, eh?” 

Ryan’s face flushed, and he slightly turned his head away, but Chris wrenched it back, using a grip on his jaw. His other hand relaxed his hold around Ryan’s wrist, and snaked back under the younger man’s shirt. He was in less hurry now, as if merely wishing to prolong this torture for everyone inside the room. 

“Wanna get all handsy with me, Ryan?��� 

“Chris –!” 

Ryan couldn’t quite double-over, pretty much stuck with Mister H keeping him in place by his body and hands, and table not letting him go anywhere else. For a moment, Jacob wondered how Ryan could stand this much body contact and heat, but at the same time still long for more. 

Jacob got dirty with at least four girls in his lifetime, and neither of them looked so willing and eager to push even further, to be even closer, than this. 

But Ryan did. His whole body shivered, either from whatever Chris did under his shirt or maybe, because he wasn’t allowed to go any further than this just yet. It must have driven a guy nuts. It would have driven Jacob nuts for sure. 

“I, I –” 

“Ryan.” it wasn’t even addressed to him, but Jacob felt his guts twisting with uncomfortable heat. “Ryan…” 

Jacob has no idea how Chris could sex up that prick’s name like this, but there was a lot of emotion behind it. Warm and lingering, earning like a need, that could find no release. 

“C-can I –” Ryan swallowed. “Can I…now?” 

“No.” Chris shook his head, watching Ryan’s expression crumble a bit. “You have to wait a bit longer.” 

It seemed like Ryan was about to disagree, but instead his face went back to being unreadable, as he peered back at Chris. His fingers curled around the bulge in the older man’s pants, forcing him to let out a sigh as if in praise. 

“Ryan –”

“Y-you started it first.” 

Chris snorted, caressing Ryan’s jaw, pressing one finger near the corner of his mouth. “Cheeky, are ya?” 

Ryan gave him a faint half-smile, hooking one of his legs around Mister H’s hip. “I’m twenty.” 

“I know, bud.” Chris muttered, mouth hoovering near Ryan’s, as if in a promise of a kiss. “I know.” 

Helpless to do much, but continue watching them, Jacob couldn’t prevent himself from getting a bit reflective. They really stared at one another a lot, while they were at it, he noticed. And it was pretty much the opposite of how it went down between Jacob and Emma. She would rather keep her eyes closed and then, just shrug off his advances, like it meant nothing. 

It’s just summer fun, she told him with that cute smile and light pitch of her brows, and – 

It was kind of humiliating, that the guy, who he kind of hated, certainly got a better game, than he did. Mister H took Ryan to the woods at times, where they were supposedly hiking together, but now, Jacob wondered if this, - this right here - was what they were really doing in the forest. 

Was Mister H raw doggying Ryan in the open? Right in the woods? Just a couple of miles away from the camp? 

He seemingly had no problem banging him here. So yeah, probably. 

It still barely made any sense inside his head, it was buzzing and buzzing to no end. Was he really seeing it? Them together? There must be something with his brain or…?

Ryan let out a keen. 

And this was the loudest and the most emotional noise, that he ever heard him making. 

Involuntary, Jacob backed away further into the wall, blinking rapidly. Chris’s hand was twisting Ryan’s nipple under his shirt, if he had to guess. Ryan was openly panting, as Chris pushed his big finger into his mouth, watching him grow even redder in the face. 

And yeah, okay maybe there was an appeal to it. Even Jacob had to admit, that the creepy asshole did look kind of nice like this. When he wasn’t all arrogant and gloomy, carrying that large stick up his ass. Instead, remaining pinned and manhandled. And quite, save from needy voices. 

#quarry #ficlet #au-ish stuff #chris x ryan #chris hackett/ryan erzahler

[t-h-i-n-g]

Idk I just thought that maybe something where Max forces reader to play in the arcade and reader had no clues in what's happening so she just went along. Max being Max she'll make fun of reader while reader just try to understand how she lost lol

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a/n: hi hi lovelyyy thank you for requesting, i hope this is what you were looking for :))

word count: 700+

summary: you have personally never touched an arcade game in your life. max here, is going to change that.

warnings: nothin but playful banter and a single swear word.

st - masterlist m.masterlist

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“What are we even doing here?” you questioned, sipping on the straw from your fountain pop you got from across the street. The taste of your favorite beverage watered onto your taste buds. Your head comically rolling slowly across your shoulders while you scanned the room you currently resonated in. The various flashing lights and colorful machines wurred to their own content and were scattered across the room. Not knowing where to let your attention fall you instead snapped your gaze back to Max.

Who was currently glaring at you like you kicked her dog. Your brows shot up from the sight of her offended expression.

“Did you really just ask that? Have you never been to an arcade before?” Looking back over to the many games you shrugged.

“Not that I can recall,” you stated dumbly.

“How have you never told me this?" she snapped. Once again you shrugged. Not giving a verbal answer. "Well do you know what you do at arcades at least?”

“Psh, duh. I’m not stupid, Max,” scoffing, you rolled your eyes. She huffed lightly in frustration. Trying to keep her cool about the fact you literally asked what you both were doing at this building in the first place when you first pushed past the door.

“Well have you at least played an arcade game?” she asked. Quirking a brow at her and giving her a ‘really?' look, you responded.

“If I haven’t been to an arcade it doesn’t really sound like I've played an arcade game before does it Maxine?” “Meh, meh doEs It mAXiNe. Stop it,” she sassed back. “Fine. I’m so, so, sorry Max. Please forgive me for stating the obvious,” you playfully pleaded.

“You are literally so annoying,” she muttered. Before you opened your mouth to protest she grabbed your hand and yanked it into a random direction. The warmth of her palm radiating into yours caused the voice in your throat to stop short. Instead of saying a snarky reply you kept quiet. Your lips found themselves once again resting on your straw.

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“Just move the joystick.”

“I am moving it-”

“No, you’re not. That’s not the joystick, those are the buttons.”

“I know that! I don't need the joystick right now, I'm need the buttons.”

“ No, you’re supposed to push and move them at the same time.”

“Push and move them? How do I move the buttons? Do I like make ‘em go side to side or wha-” the splash of red in your face with the words ‘GAME OVER’ showing on the screen caused you to pause your question. Your brows furrowed while you tapped the side of the machine somewhat forcefully. Checking to make sure it wasn’t some kind of glitch. Turning your body to face Max an unamused expression took over your feature at the sight of her shaking frame.

“That was- wow- i just. I don’t think I’ve seen anyone mess up Mario that badly.” Max's voice was muffled by a hand that was placed over her mouth to hide her bursts of laughter while the corner of her eyes crinkled at their corners.

“Are you done?” you hissed once Max calmed herself. She nodded her head. A false serious expression masking over her face. However the amusement was shown clear as day in her gaze. “You are a terrible instructor,” you stated, crossing your arms.

“Or you’re just really, really, really bad,” she offered, leaning onto the side of a nearby pinball mechanism. 

“No, you just suck at explaining things. This was my first time even attempting it. How could you expect me to be an expert at it that easily?” you sassed, huffing and following her actions.

“You’re good at a lot of things. You handle new situations really easily. Guess I was just wrong about thinking you could handle this one,” Max explained. Silence filled a void between the two of you. Your lips pursed as you took a look at her mischievous smirk.

“I can’t tell if that was a way of saying I’m a let down or if it was a passive aggressive compliment,” you admitted.

“Maybe it was both,” she remarked, her eyes widening at the possibility. A hand flew out to slap her arm playfully. Dodging it effortlessly, Max stretched back to her full height. Once again she took your hand in hers. “Come on, I’ll bring you to an easier one. It’s called Dig Dug.”

“You better be a good tutor this time.”

“What do you mean better be? I am the best.”

“Oh yeah, sure, Miss. 'Those are buttons.’ No shit they were the buttons.”

"Shut up before you start pushing my buttons."

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[mwebber]

Tell us more about jealous girl Seb please? <3 👀

so i was posting in the context of lesbian martian but come to think of it, i can also probably give it a shot in girlseb au too..

in lesbian martian:

seb isn't really the type to be possessive of worldly things--she knows that true value stretches far beyond the material !

... which is why she's antsy about mark. in my mind, there's this interesting back and forth of mark being envious of seb when it comes to achievements and self-image and all the shit that comes with women being pitted against one another, and seb being jealous of mark when her position is undermined by things like mark's religious adherence to the boy's locker room and her apparent ease with which she navigates The Patriarchy, Tee Em ™

(seb's more blasé/carefree/fuck-what-you-think-about-me attitude doesn't do her as many favours, as one might imagine...)

their romantic entanglement just serves to complicate this relationship more, imo. red bull mark is just as ready to haul seb into a utility closet and stick her hands up seb's skirt as she is to talk shit about seb to the media for that small edge, whatever it takes to win.

which brings me to the mind games. oh, the mind games. both seb and mark are so completely cognizant of each other's buttons, and they push them every time. whenever mark makes a little underhanded dig at seb's outward femininity, whenever seb gets cruel about her success, they collide just a little harder.

in bed, the desire to be sweet is at constant war with the urge to put that fucking bitch in her place.

what i like about this train of thought is the way softness is associated with femininity, and how both seb and mark have learned to be averse to the feminine in different ways by necessity in their field. they've got real, budding feelings for each other that defy any previous or learned ideas of Romance and conflict with their worldviews! how are they possibly expected to untangle That while remaining focused on racing?

in on the bound:

girlseb au has become more of a satirical performance of genderbent characters from like, the opposite pov where nothing is sexy and everything is alarmingly messy... so naturally, jealous girlseb is about seb being jealous when mark gets bitches, and little else.

seb knows what mark looks like when he flirts. she's been on the receiving end of his advances more times than she cares to count, so she knows all the signs: the open body language, the focused gaze, the smiles.

it's some random grid girl, and not a particularly pretty one either, says the vicious and judgmental voice in seb's head. she's strawberry blonde and far too tan, and she's so tall, she almost matches mark's height.

seb wins the race. mark comes third. he ignores seb entirely to spray champagne at the grid girl, and that's all the excuse seb needs after debrief to force her way into mark's bed.

(not that she's really cognizant of her own feelings, by the way. all she knows is that mark is trying to drive her insane, and she needs to pay that back--she's not jealous, there's nothing to be jealous of.)

mark still doesn't know how to say no to her, and he never will. if seb bites a little more, if she scratches down his back and sucks bruises where his clothes can't hide them, it's not for any reason other than that she wants to hurt and embarrass him. and if he hurts her back, just so the world can know who fucked whom--well, she started it, so.

naturally, and as these kind of AUs go, mark casually forgets that he invited the grid girl over for a very-late-night, post-race celebration...

so seb's the one who answers the door, half-dressed and thoroughly debauched. she's still a little annoyed at the other woman, but mostly, she just feels sorry for her; after all, it's not her fault that mark is a shameless, heartbreaking flirt. she's only got him to blame :)

#inbox #also can i just say like. thank u to ppl like u who read my martian posts and ask me what i'm talking about #u give me the motivation to Think About Them Seriously. i love u

[withacapitalp]

Nancy for the character question ask!

favorite thing about them

BADDIE NANCY!!!!! She shoots at a demogorgon and she fights all the time for everything. I also love that Nancy cares about Mike!!! Give us more of their sibling relationship in s5 PLEASE

least favorite thing about them

Ough I think that Nancy's one track mind can really be her downfall

favorite line

“Girls this age are dumb. But give ‘em a few years, and they’ll wise up. You’re gonna drive them nuts.”

Lmao Nancy doesn't have a ton of lines that stand out to me? But her and Dustin at the snowball and her trying to help him feel better? one of the sweetest scenes in the show

brOTP

Barb and Nancy!!! Eddie and Nancy!!! give her a best friend!!!! I also really like Nancy and Robin as buds!!! Them as friends is so greatttttt

OTP

Stoncy but in general I think that Nancy doesn't need to be in a romantic relationship. Nancy needs to learn how to take care of herself in a way that isn't detrimental to everyone around her, and she needs to acknowledge her pain and work through it instead of letting it run her. Nancy and Therapy that's my OTP LMAO

nOTP

Ronance in most instances. I think it can be done, but it's rare that I actually like it

random headcanon

Nancy met Barb in ballet (they both have ballet related things in their house) Barb was terrible at it, and Nancy was really good, but they both tended to hide in the back and talk about books they were reading instead of paying attention.

unpopular opinion

Nancy's selfish. Yep I said it. Nancy is focused on what Nancy wants and what Nancy needs to do to prove herself/feel better (even though she never really feels better because she never lets herself hurt. She just wants to fix it without feeling it). There is so many moments where I'm just like girl what are you doing!!!! Nancy is so crazy focused on getting justice for Barb that she ignores NDAs she signed? Like it is pure plot convenience that she and Jonathan weren't arrested/shot for the shit they did in s2. No way on earth that wouldn't have serious ramifications. She's so angry at being put down by the men at the paper (rightfully!) that she gets both her and Jonathan fired (not rightfully!) and then doesn't care when he is upset. She does not get that he can't lose his job because his family literally relies on his income. Nancy stays with Steve when she wants to be with Jonathan because she doesn't want to be alone, and then lets him blame himself for their relationship failing? She should have been honest that she didn't want him.

I don't mind Nancy being selfish! I honestly think it's a really good thing because it is at her core. I think that she can get to self-focused from selfish as she grows, and we see that as s4 evolves, but like I hate that no one is allowed to say anything that might be seen as critical of Nancy because no many people hate her. I love Nancy!! she's super interesting to me! But Nancy is selfish, which makes sense, and makes her stay interesting to me

song i associate with them

Way Down We Go by Kaleo and Duet from the Omori OST

favorite picture of them

NANCY WHEELER FUCKING BADASS SHE IS SO IM SO OH MY GOD THE BISEXUAL FURY SHES A GODDESS SHES SO COOL

#asks #answered #ruthofrhythm #character ask game #Nancy Wheeler #I love Nancy please don't take my unpopular opinion as me not loving Nancy I adore Nancy #Favorite girl #(even more than Robin someitmes) #Pleaseeeeeee #I dont need anon hate for this lol #Liam speaks up #Writing(withacapitalW)

[sunlightandsuffering]

LYS I NEED YOUR HELP ON THIS! I wanted to read some em fics from an Anon author on ao3 but it seems like the series in which they were listed got deleted, I can't find it anymore 😭😭 I only have the link of one of their works which is this https://archiveofourown.org/works/38879136 and since I saw u on their comment section I thought you have got an idea where I can find it (or straight up tell me they got deleted so I can have my closure lol🥲) It was a series of one shots with different versions of em, the one I remember the most is this one where Eren is kind of a loser that takes advantage of Mikasa's money and whenever she tries to break up with him he always manages to fuck her into staying together lol I think there is another one where Eren is a delinquent that robbed Armin's car and kidnapped him and Mikasa is a corrupt police officer that pulls him over, they end up fucking right in front of him but I'm not sure tbh lol Hope this info helps!

Aww bestie idk! This is the only fic I think I read by this author, I just found it spur the moment when they first published it I think I actually posted about it here bc I was genuinely impressed by it 😂 but I don’t think I’ve ever seen any of their other stuff or like would know if it was them. The fic you describe doesn’t ring a bell for me tho 🤧 sorry bud! Let me know if you do find it tho I’d love to give it a read bc I did like them so much!

[zooophagous]

Sleep was the enemy of the anxious thing. For many hours, he sat awake, fighting it, convinced that closing his eyes would only lead to some new, fresh Hell being visited on him while he was locked deeply in his dream state. Stress was hard on a body, however, even an immortal one, and eventually Strauss succumbed to rest. Dreams escaped him, he plunged deep into a deathlike state of near oblivion- and then, very suddenly, he existed again.

There were noises in the hall beyond his door. It sounded of thunder, or distant gun shots. Some decades ago he had survived explosions as war ravaged Europe- this sounded something like that, but without the earth shaking terror that accompanied it. There was also the sound of someone yelling.

Perhaps this begged investigation. He got dressed carefully, heeding his instructions to wear pants when not in his room. He did not put on undergarments, because -they could not make him- but a tee shirt and sweatpants and a pair of grip-bottomed socks had him dressed enough. It occurred to him the door might be locked- if there was real trouble, he may be unable to investigate or even escape- but the heavy door slid open easily when he tried it.

Well. Relative freedom. Unexpected, for a vampire in the Van Helsing Institute.  He pulled his blanket off his bed and draped it over his shoulders like a cape. The wamrth and weight of the thing lent him a small bit of comfort in uncertainty. He stepped quietly out into the hall and followed his ears.

At the end of the hall was what Artemis had called 'the game room.' It sounded something like a war game from here. He turned the corner to see a young man, sitting on the floor in front of the television, a small plastic device of some kind in his hand, and a picture of gunfire and violence and Hell broiling across the screen.

Ah, the television, and a 'video game.' Such an obnoxious noise. He glared at the man sitting on the floor, who had yet to notice him. He was a scruffy faced individual, dressed in tie-dye, ruddy skinned and stout. He seemed to be responsible for the virtual bloodshed.

"That thing makes a noise that could raise the dead."

Strauss snarked in annoyance. The man on the floor whipped his head around to meet the stranger's gaze, and got up with a smile and a laugh.

"Oh, hey! Hi buddy, I was wondering when you'd show up. Troy Cunningham." Before the vampire even had time to act, Troy had crossed the room and taken him by the hand, giving him a firm handshake. Strauss only blinked stupidly and let his hand hang limply in the stranger's grasp.

"Ah... guten abend, Herr Cunningham. I am Luther Strauss."

"Just Troy, thanks. Herr Cunningham was my father." Troy laughed. "Hey, before I forget, what are your pronouns, bud?"

"Uh. I am dead. Can I turn that off?" Strauss pointed at the television. "It is not because I mean to be the death of mirth. It is just, the speakers on these things. They hurt my ears."

"OH! Oh hang on, I have something for you." Troy retreated to his seat for a moment, and returned with a small plastic box, which he thrust into the vampire's palm. "Here, Artemis mentioned you had trouble with noises. TVs and electronics make these really high pitched annoying sounds that not everyone can hear. These helped me."

Strauss tilted his head and stared vacantly at the box. Inside were two small funnel shaped objects, with a short of corkscrew pattern grooved into them. "What is this?"

"Noise reducing ear plugs. I got them when I was big into going to concerts. It cuts down on the loudest sounds but still lets you hear most of the good stuff. You just stick 'em right in your ear hole."

"Fascinating." Strauss replied flatly. That sounded stupid. He wondered if this wasn't some sort of joke at his expense, but... when in Rome. He took the small objects and gently inserted them into his ears. The room and the television were... surprisingly, pleasantly muffled.

"How's it treatin' you bud?"

"Actually, Troy. I believe it is helping." He blinked in surprise and stepped further into the room, towards the TV. "I've never been able to stand to be near one of these things. I feel I can almost tolerate it now."

"Yeah, these things were a godsend for me! All that high pitched crap my parents could never hear, and you can FORGET concerts without 'em. So you've never watched TV before?"

"Not really, no. Not for more than a moment or two at a time."

"Do you want to play Doom?"

"Uh." The vampire looked between the new face and the television. "Sure."

He took a seat in front of the television, cross legged on the floor. He pulled his blanket further around himself in a tiny makeshift tent of protection. "What is the premise of this game?"

"It's easy. You get a gun and kill a bunch of demons."

"Oh." His voice fell. "Truth be told, Troy, that is something of a sore subject for me."

"Yeah? Ooooh is it because of the vampire hunting thing? Oh, hey, do crosses bother you?"

"No. Religious imagery, much like God himself, is innefective and does nothing. It is more the things that people have done under a cross shaped banner that frighten me. The people who come bearing them are fairly universally unkind to a vampire."

"Hey man, I get it. Religious nuts aren't really crazy about me either."

"And what are you? you don't look vampire."

"I'm gay."

"Ah." Strauss nodded in understanding. "Forgive me, I have been literally living under a rock. I forget there are struggles beyond my own."

"Don't worry about it dude. Hey, can I ask you an uncomfortable question?"

"This entire interaction is uncomfortable."

"You come from an "older generation" of sorts. Is me being gay going to, you know, make it weird? Like are you bothered by that? Cuz I'm not going to hide it, just so we're clear."

"No, Troy, most of my prejudices died when I did. They no longer serve me. I do not mind you so long as you are not frightened of a vampire."

"Nah, I can take ya." Troy joked, and elbowed him playfully. Strauss nearly toppled from the impact. Troy was much stronger than he let on. "Here, if you're not put off by it already I can show you how to play."

"Maybe I will just watch you for a bit, to see what it is like. Is that agreeable?"

"Sure. If you like this you'd love Twitch. We're gonna have to get you caught up on some shows too. Hey, has anyone ever told you that you sound like Alan Rickman?"

"Who?"

"Oh, good. You'll find out, Strauss, you'll find out."

"...Luther."

"Luther?"

"Herr Strauss was my father." He said with a nervous smile.

"Ha! good good. Making progress already. I like it."

#long post #writing #wayward souls

[chromiusmixin]

{Rough Patch}

{Characters -> Chromius, Hueston (Sweet Cap’n Cakes || Writers’ OCs)}

{Chromius recalls and recounts a tale from a very troublesome point of their life.}

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“Well, I suppose after two years of walking the Cyber World, I suppose I better get this off my chest. This journal will be a reminder of what I once had to overcome. A memento of where I would vow not to falter again. A tale of a man who was a bit less than savory… and how I had let loose the worst of my outbursts. In reality, I was never quite as black and white as I seem.

Now then, why don’t I start this from the beginning? It started a few days after I settled home… As fate would have it, the first thing I saw upon stepping out that front door…”

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“...Mister, who exactly are you and how long have you been ringin’ the bell? Rest assured, it’s getting very troublesome right about now.” Chromius speaks, nary giving more than a peek out of the slightly-cracked front door. This individual was rather tall to say the least. A fairly bulky frame to suit as well, and a nice leather jacket. Most notably though, a head built using a monitor, displaying facials for ‘em.

“Whoa, I am so super sorry little dude! Came rollin’ in to check now that you’re all settled in! I’m an old time friend of your parents, put ‘em there! Name’s Hueston!” The computiran held out a hand all the way, practically poking into the musical bot’s home, prompting the latter to slide back a bit. Okay, well, maybe this wasn’t so terrible, but- this guy’s rather ecstatic to see them.

“...Yeah, name’s Chromius. Umm… well… yeah, put it there. I guess.” Chromius hesitantly took Hueston’s hand, soonafter finding themself on the receiving end of a rather hearty handshake. It’s almost worrisome how strong this guy is, but that just has to mean he’s very much a high-performance bot, sharing similar heightened traits as Chromius.

“My pleasure! Hey, Chromius, how’s life been so far? Heard the news that your parents kinda aren’t around these days from some other buds, so I wanted to ask…”

Before Hueston could finish, Chromius interjects.

“...Bud, I… oh boy… look. I appreciate your concern, but that’s really the last thing you should ask me right now, I’m still fresh off the assembly desk, whether you mean well or not.”

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“I had something of a scant feeling right there, things were probably going to get bumpy. I supposed ultimately, a friend of my parents would be a friend of mine as well, so I let the passage of time sail from there. For a bit, things seemed to get better, but alas…

A few days passed, and for a little while, Hueston seemed okay for a shot at a first friend. 

Maybe that first encounter was misunderstood, I thought. Eventually however, for the first time, I would go on a shopping session in a music shop to check out some artists, but as fate had it…”

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“...Synth 2240, Titanium Maiden, CPU of a Down, The Violas, Sweet… ACK–”

Just before Chromius could get a bearing on the last artist that was just about to come out of their voice synthesizer, it was the big lad once more. By chance, pretty tight chance no less, it was Hueston once more. They had just met earlier today too under the guise of visiting for breakfast. This must’ve been the third chance encounter with the guy so far, and probably the most unpleasant yet, as the big guy had nearly startled Chromius into crashing right into the stand housing all these albums to begin with!.

“Can you NOT-!... Shoot- Hueston? You again?... Oh um… righty…o.” Chromius synthesizes a sigh. Well sure, it seems he wants to hang out once more, but how’d the guy even know they’d be here in this exact shop? Perhaps Chromius just left their phone’s GPS on.

“Who else did you think it’d be, Huey? Thought you’d recognize the ol’ surprise shoulder grab! It is only your third time by now!” Hueston gives a small chuckle, as if this was an okay idea to him, at least to some degree.

“Alright, alright, I apologize, I’ll stop now. Thought perhaps I’d get you to warm up to the thrills of life! So many experiences that can come, you know? I enjoy the thrill of it, the thrill of just WHAT could happen next, the feeling that something amazing is right around the…!”

Okay, this was getting to be a bit much. The way Chromius perceived it, this guy was undoubtedly in hyperdrive mode, and they really needed him to stop.

“Whoa whoa whoa- yeaaaah, okay! Sure! It’s ALL cool, yeah? Totally… totally radical. Just sooo tubular. Don’t you think perhaaaaps though… we ALL need a breather at least on some days? If it means you’ll understand what I mean, let’s just like… I don’t know, go to a library, or a cafe, or just like… you know. Somewhere where we can take it easy?”

Hopefully, that would get their computiran accomplice to understand, and perhaps take a cue. The response Chromius would get though, seems to suggest that what’s happening is otherwise, much to the musical bot’s dismay.

“OH! YEAH! Lotta cool stuff to read and glance at the library! Action, mystery, romance, drama! And the cafe! Me and your parents would… Well, we used to go there to have our little talks all the time! However those would go. Sometimes there were some ups, sometimes there were some downs, you know what I mean? We can’t all be…”

Then, Hueston realizes something in the middle of his gushing. Chromius had actually started to make their move to the exit. Well, no sense in fighting it, maybe this would be a chance to demonstrate what they had meant. He still seems good-spirited, nothing wrong with that, right?

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“For a while then, it seemed I couldn’t shake Hueston off. What I did from there, well it probably wasn’t the best for my sake. Within that same timespan though, well he seemed to mean well, for a time anyway. After so long however, no doubt even some hardier individuals out there would eventually need a break. Some time to slow down, take it easy, perhaps call off the heavier stuff for a day or two. Hueston though… Well, he was different. For young ol’ me, it was starting to get pretty crazy.

Let’s just say, I started to feel some emotions I hadn’t before. Not quite drowsiness, not quite a lack of charge, not quite an aura of fear. Rather, a burning heart and mind. Something that no doubt is something that could tip over in a catastrophic manner. I suppose this is when the telling gets rough on my mind. Tee minus twenty-four hours, or so I remember…

I was at the Smooth Tunes Cafe in my local town, when on cue, we did our dance again…”

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“...Alright, so I suppose I’ll get… well… oh boy, um… shoot, how much can I spend…?”

Scanning their bank card, quite literally, as their camera eye allows Chromius an augmented-reality peer into their account details, visible only to them…

“...Ahh. Um… yeah I’ll take the Morning Album Sandwich, and um… water. Cold as you can allow, if you uh… well, like… allow it to be… well, colder?”

Seems Chromius hasn’t really adjusted to being so out there in the open, socialization and independence still proving to be a bit hard. Regardless, the waitress- a musical bot themed after a mid-range computer speaker- reassures Chromius that the water being served is very much as cold as it can go without freezing.

That answers that. Chromius gives a silent thumbs up, and the waitress is on her way! Within a moment’s notice however, a doorbell rings at the cafe’s entrance, despite the early time in the morning, and…

“...Urgh…” Chromius lightly groans at the sight of… him. The big guy. Hueston. He’s been getting more difficult the past few days. Something about this guy, it was starting to seem rather assertive, like they didn’t just need to be there now and then, no. It was more a sunrise until sundown type of deal. The traits that rubbed the musical bot too- they could only feel that whatever negative traits the computiran had, were only getting worse, yesterday being a particular outlier. No worries, once breakfast was served, they could just be out of here and…

“Had a feeling you’d be here, Huey! Look, I know last night was a bit tense, I got a bit competitive there, ruined the atmosphere, kinda squandered your feelings on video games…”

Oh dear. Hueston hasn’t forgotten about last night’s gaming session. Chromius sighs deeply. Would’ve been nice to have forgotten THAT particular night.

“Okay. Hueston. Look, I forgive you, and honestly… look, I was probably going to forget. Until you brought it up. Just please… leave it in the past. I got mad. I was petty. I know, Hueston.”

Chromius pleads to Hueston, resting their hexagonal head on their left hand, shoulder placed on the table, their lights switching to an orange color. The color of tension for the musical bot.

“Yeah, you got a fair bit out there, bud. Real rough stuff. Really left me for a scare when you up and chucked that controller almost right through a wall, yep- left that sucker with irrepairable joysticks, partially cracked shell… somewhat of a hole in my wall-"

And Hueston seemed to just keep going, and where he was going, it was somewhere Chromius was getting increasingly irritable internally. This had to stop, and the musical bot was going to make it stop.

"Okaaaaay, Hueston! Yeah! I get it! I two-hundred percent get it with how deep you've just got to rub it in! I know!"

Inopportune timing, uh oh. The waitress had shown up on cue, meal in hand, and with a mild look of suspicion strewn across her face, aimed right at Chromius. Sitting the plate down, she backs away with nary a word, only a mildly hard look. Great, just absolutely fantastic, it would no doubt seem Chromius, in their little outburst, had framed themself in a bad light, zero context able to be delivered…

And Hueston had gotten off scoff free despite being the one to provoke. Chromius' morning had been ruined in a single moment's notice. They would rather their meal just be a take-out order, so they prepare to disembark. Just then, however-

"Aa- Where are you going? Just cause I was talking about the other night? I wasn't even rubbing it in, friend, noooo- not that I'm aware of, and if I was- then sure, fine, I'm wrong and you're right. I'll take the blame, and I'll make it up to you. What can I…"

Then, promptly being stopped by yours truly-

"Look. It's nice and all you want to make it up to me, but PLEASE, Hueston… The best you can probably do is get out of my circuitry, just for a few minutes. I'll get over it eventually, this whole mess, just…" And then, Hueston sighs abruptly, arms drooping down, head lowered.

"Alright. I admit it. I've not been the greatest recently. Maybe I have had a few rough patches here and there, maybe I am getting far out there. The things I've been saying, my more compulsive acts, some of my hasty mannerisms. I've just been delving deeper into the midst of it all whenever you weren't around. Whenever no one at all is around. I've just been having mounting pressure, trying to please so many at once with my small-time interwebs skits, and…"

Oh, it seemed as if Hueston just kept going and going. An unending spiral of what felt like Hueston's massive self-loredump. Chromius felt compelled to feel just a bit guilty now, perhaps they were in the wrong after all. Surely that had to be it, no? That's gotta be what the computiran was trying to get them to see behind the veil, right?... right?

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"And well, Hueston kept going in regards to his plight. There I was, suddenly having his entire recent life laid out in front of me, all the blues included. However much merit it may have had, and regardless if it was true as daylight or as veiling as the darkest nights, I found myself in a moral corner, it was almost as if I had an inclination to apologize, to forgive, and while it might be good practice to be forgiving… It's not quite as black and white as that. Sometimes you're on the receiving end, sometimes you're the sender, but what do you do when the delivered mail is an invitation to disaster more than a letter orchestrated from the heart and soul?

Well, I tore the envelope open, followed the directions so to speak, and soon enough, I was on my way to a pitfall of certain destruction, morally… And almost physically. The day before might've been a bit awkward, a bit tight, the two of us starting to feel the heat of trying to maintain a friendship that was getting stretched thin… but it didn't compare much at all to the day after. The day me, and Hueston more likely than not, were changed forever.

Well, I suppose I better get this off my CPU. This might have been a day where I had drawn out the worst of myself, but I suppose we all have our deep chasms, that one undeniable flaw… so, I guess I ought to reveal my own, however much I might have grown since then."

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Just another morning. Or, that would be the case, but today seemed as if things were going to be different. For once and for a nice change of pace, Chromius had been made aware ahead of time that Hueston would show up just outside their abode. Yesterday might've been a low point, but he's been a bit more bearable at least. Maybe that apology was sincere after all, that the worst had come to pass.

…Though, a few moments pass, it's past eight in the morning, by ten minutes as well. Hueston's starting to run late in regards to picking up Chromius for that city tour. Worse comes to worst, he might've forgotten entirely, perhaps this would be a day without Hueston, and the first in a little while. A return to relative normalcy, before he had paid that first visit, before he occupied essentially every passing moment. However, perhaps Chromius was thinking too soon, as suddenly and without so much as a warning-

A loud, erupt honking dead-smack in the road, as close to the musical bot's home as could be! Chromius leaps right off the ground, quite high at that, and poor them- they had tossed a glass of water they had right down in the process, shattering it and spilling every last droplet of water into the carpet below! It isn't the most robust carpet, but given who the previous homeowners were… Chromius slams down a fist, before getting up, fairly pouty as they open the door, a bit rash at that, swinging it back fairly harshly as they step out, an audible slam booming out from behind the musical bot.

"Oh come on Chromius, don't be comin' out here looking so red, I'm out here with my dad's motorbike giving you a great first impression of the city in the…"

Before Hueston could finish, however-

"Oh! Come on Hueston! Don't be honking that flippin' horn while making me ruin my parents' carpet with broken glass and water, my front door is a few meters away!" Chromius downtalks Hueston, almost mocking the computiran. As is fairly expected, despite yesterday's little speech, Hueston gives Chromius a stern, hard look- as if he had been violated, as if he was the one that was wronged, despite his rash shortcut to acquiring the musical bot's attention.

"...Just get on the bike already, Chromius "

And despite the demanding order, Chromius begrudgingly obliges, mounting the bike, which mind you, is a one seater, no matter how long that one seat may be. What manufacturer even makes a bike with such an inconveniently long seat?! Just give it two normal seats at this point! Much as Chromius wants to make a snide remark about the bike's unnecessary design choice, they find it better to simply not talk at all. Not especially with their internal hardware starting to run faster than usual, hotter than usual. They've got to cool off. Hueston will allow for that… right?... A feeling processes through Chromius that they might not be able to.

Either way, Hueston's taking it away from here, taking off, with Chromius as his passenger for the ride. The two could only hope for smooth sailing…

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“Despite our little dispute, we were off. In hindsight, it wasn’t the worst bike in the Cyber World. It worked, it seemed to be maintained fairly well, and it was serviceable enough cruising around the various town blocks we had navigated for a bit. Though, I was silent for a while, as was Hueston. Perhaps if we had at least cooled off, we’d arrive at our destination relatively fine. The only problem is, well… Hueston wasn’t the most conservative biker. After we stopped for a quick refuel at an electric charging station, we were on our way to the highways.

Let’s just say, for some, this’ll be the most thrilling part of the story. For me however, well…”

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After a short recharge of Hueston’s bike, which was evidently electrical, he and Chromius were once more on the road. Before long, the presence of buildings on the sides of the road ceased, and the two were coming up to a highway. In the distance… Gigabit City. It might not be the record biggest city in the Cyber World, but its towering skyscrapers of unique shapes and proportions and lit-up solar power-producing roads made for a dazzling sight. However, as secure as the highway might be, with its force field railings on the edges… 

However, Hueston… he was doing his own thing. He was speeding up, and past the speed limit.

“...Eighty… Eighty-five… Ninety… Alright Huey, better be hangin’ on tight ‘cause we’re taking the fast way through.”

Hueston kept revving up the bike, further and further. Ninety-five, one-hundred, hundred five… Eventually, out of the flame pipes of the bike, blue flames. Chromius IS indeed holding on, but-

“What are you, CRAZY?! Slow it down- do you not see the vehicles blasting right past us?! Look at you man, weaving past automobiles and trucks like this is a competitive race!”

Chromius exclaims in panic, and yet in his very much unwise wisdom, Hueston looks back, biting back in some verbal sense.

“Pipe it down, colors-and-rainbows! Do you want the breakfast of your life or not?! You wanna be first in line for all the good, we do things my way, got it?! Now let me…!!”

Then, a very close call with a truck driving the opposite direction, tightly grazing the bike and loosening Hueston’s balance of the vehicle.

“Gaaaaah–!! See what happens?! Turn that speaker of yours down to zero before we get in a real bad accident! Look! Traffic’s gettin’ real tight ahead, and I’m NOT stopping in a jam like that, so just hang on tight and don’t talk, I’m dead serious, Chromius!”

Hueston’s trying to put his focus back onto the road… and it’s getting worse. He continues to speed up, blazing past ever-so tightening collections of cars, delivery trucks, other bikers… It’s sufficient to say the computiran is cutting it quite close with some passerbys, and as fate would have it: One seems to be on a collision course, with almost no time to avoid! This is going to need pinpoint precision, with there just being enough time to cross into the lane to his right.

However… the approaching car driver, they’re far from that mindset. It veers left and right, going into a complete panic, leaving Hueston in a pretty dangerous situation. If he does it just right…

“H… Hueston!! Right- right- RIGHT-!!” Chromius speaks aloud, moreso than last time-

“Now what the heck do you think I’m doing?! Can’t you just-?!”

And then… the sound of Hueston’s bike slamming against the side of the approaching car, sending its driver spinning out entirely, and Hueston’s own bike into a violent spinout.

“I can’t control it-!! Shoot shoot shoot-!!!”

And then… another bike driver, unexpectedly slamming into Hueston’s own, undoing the spin…

And sending the bike full speed right off the edge of the road, the vehicle crashing right through and shattering the road’s force field, the bike being tossed down into the river below… and, to an even more extreme extent, Chromius and Hueston are sent flying way off into the distance…

Eventually, despite their velocity, they both evetually crash into the flowing river, being knocked into sleep mode… and being carried into a forested area.

There was a very real possibility of the two being proclaimed destroyed then and there. 

This would no doubt make headlines, and ensue into a search for the two missing individuals.

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“I suppose I got off lucky there. The last thing I saw before that crash, a fairly narrow river below me, its teeming waters drawing closer to my vision. The collision knocked me and Hueston out, we had both gone into sleep mode to prevent any additional damage, whether software or hardware. Either way, whatever had happened during our little voyage down the river, at that moment, there was little telling exactly where we would end up. Above all else, the one thing that mattered to me then and there, I knew I still had hardware diagnostics running. I had luckily survived not only the bike crash accident, but slamming smack dab into the flowing river.

At that velocity, there was a very real chance we could’ve slammed right into solid ground, and our stories abruptly cut short. Though, when the two of us came to, it was anything but a blessing. Our little dispute would ultimately cause us to awaken deep in a forest, cut off from any reliable GPS and radar system. Just like that, we were off the map in every sense of the word. What followed next, well… this is the roughest part, so here goes nothing…”

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An hour or two passes from the initial accident. Whatever reports are being tossed around, all of them are drawing towards the same answer. The two are missing, with no traces, and are due to be presumed completely dismantled after the accident with zero shot at repairs. The only ones who would know where they’re at… are the two robots themselves.

Out in the middle of a forested area, near the end of the river… a computiran slowly twitches awake. Not just any computiran, but Hueston. It doesn’t take too long for him to process where he’s at, not especially with the trees and vines that almost completely filter out the sky, a scarce amount of sunlight piercing onto the ground where he stands. Just trying to glimpse at the sky, he almost forgets the fact that he isn’t the only one here. Looking off just to his side… Chromius. The one who just kept worrywarting this whole time. Though, perhaps they could be of use now.

Hueston makes an approach towards Chromius, nudging the musical bot.

“...Chromius. Chromius- get up! Come on, you still got some fight left in you. Least you can do is help a bud out in a life-threatening…” Hueston is unable to finish that sentence, as-

“Shut up… just… shut up…” Chromius’ head perks up, seeing… oh no. Ohhh no no no no NO.

There’s absolutely zero charging docks here, or civilization for that matter. It’s entirely forestation and natural habitats. The sun hardly shines here either, nor do GPS signals reach.

“No, no no no…! You can’t be serious!” Chromius hops up onto their feet, not even giving themself the time to dust off. They’re in serious trouble. If they run out of charge out here, that might be it for them. It’s life or death in this scenario, and there’s no clues to tell them where they’re even at whatsoever. Chromius starts to hyperventilate, pacing back and forth.

Hueston can only put his hands into his pockets, sighing. Alright, he supposes this was his fault.

“Okay, I admit it, as hard as it might be. Maybe I have been reckless. I tried rushing us right to Gigabit City, I may have caused a few vehicles to spin out along the way, and I know things are looking rough, and that I could have just…” Then, Hueston finds himself interrupted as Chromius stops pacing, laughing a bit to themself, and mind you- not in a very reassuring way.

“Oh, really, Huuuuueston-? You admit it? You really admit that you were reckless, crashed your dad’s bike and potentially took out other civilians, quite literally dragged us through the mud into the MIDDLE OF NOWHERE, where we may potentially flat out DIE with no one to retrieve us, leaving the elements of nature to reclaim us and leave behind no trace?! Oh, tell me MORE, Hueston! Do you also admit being an absolute pain in my rear who couldn’t so much let me go through a single morning, afternoon and evening without seeing that smug little face of yours while you publically humiliate me?! Well go on, tell me Sherlock!!” Chromius exclaims, going as far as to drag Hueston by the collar of his jacket down to Chromius’ own eye level.

Hueston just proceeds to shove Chromius back, shooting a peeved look in response.

“Geez. Knew you were going to be at least a bit mad, but… The hell’s your problem?”

Indeed, as if Hueston hadn’t dropped so much on Chromius over the past two weeks.

Chromius is visibly starting to get more shaky, all of those lights of theirs shifting to red…

“My problem? MY problem?! Oh that’s rich, coming from you! You outright drove that stupid bike like a law-breaking criminal, crashed us into this forest and you think I’M the one with a problem?!” Chromius continues to speak at high volume, getting up in Hueston’s face.

“Grief! Okay, Huey! I get it! So we’re in this problem now, and it’s…”

Once again, cut off by an increasingly-tipping over Chromius, and quite posthaste too.

“NO! Just don’t even finish whatever’s coming out of that speaker of yours! I’ve about had it after you turned what was supposed to be a decent day into potentially my last day in some accursed forest! Just stop, dammit!” Chromius, leaning in once more towards Hueston, proceeds to shove the computiran away, prompting the latter to clench a fist, raising his own tone. Maybe THAT will get the musical bot to know their place.

“LOOK! If that’s what you always thought of me, then shame on me ‘cause it evidently MUST be true if I’m having it spoken to me! Okay, wisecracker! You got your little certificate of proof out! Either way, you and I both know I meant for this to maybe be a good day if I could’ve just-”

Proceeding to be cut off in record pace now by a continually-heating up Chromius-

“One good day is the LEAST of what I wanted! One day isn’t enough to make up for it!!”

Chromius bites back, their voice box starting to strain from their volume raising so high.

“Then TELL ME, dammit!! What do you want?!” 

Hueston retaliates back at Chromius, leaning in and getting in the musical bot’s face.

…And then, Chromius reaches their tipping point.

“I just want you to #$%& off already!!!”

Chromius finds themself partially blanking out, reeling back their fist and sending it right towards Hueston’s chest, the computiran acting at the last second to catch it, wincing in the process.

“No! Good! For nothing! Invasive parasite!!”

And Chromius tosses forth another reeled-back punch, Hueston catching it once more…

“Law-breaking trojan! Time-stealing ransomware! No good for nothing unwanted program!”

And the punches kept coming, each seeming to be more forceful than the last, eventually getting to the point of leaving dents in Hueston’s right hand, and him needing to stop the blows with both hands cupped together.

“And most definitely… 

MALEVOLENT PIECE OF MALWARE!!!”

Chromius exclaims at max volume, a bit of steam even being briefly seen exhausting from Chromius’ chasis, as they slide a foot back, reeling one last punch… and backing it up with both a lunge and forward slide. The impact of this punch is so significant- it instantly shatters the majority of Hueston’s right hand, chipping off pieces of the fingers of his left hand as well, leaving the computiran screaming out in immense pain.

The musical bot is hardly receptive to any of it too. They’re hardly able to record anything. The visual aspect of it, which by now is largely red-filtered, is the only thing that clearly passes through into the recording process for Chromius’ storage. Shakily, they turn their back on Hueston.

“Find your own way out! I’m going my own way even if it kills me!”

…But, however shakily it might be, Hueston tries to stand back up, slowly shifting towards Chromius as they’re walking off.

“...G…Get back here, you little…!! You wouldn’t leave me to die…!!” Hueston’s face goes red, and much as he may want to strangle the musical bot, it doesn’t matter how much remaining charge he has, or if he’s superior over Chromius in any way: He’s too injured to bounce back.

“You tried to dig both our graves. Save yourself, Hueston! You’re on your own!” 

Chromius retaliates… before they’re off, leaving Hueston to fend for himself. The computiran can only struggle to chase after the musical bot.

“You… you bastard… when I get my hands on you…”

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“...And then, that was the last I heard of Hueston, before I had fully tuned him- and my surroundings for that matter, out. Enraged beyond belief, I couldn’t bear the thought of seeing him for another second. I had left Hueston for dead, blind to the idea that he might’ve actually met his end that day. Wrong as it might’ve been, that was the only thing I could think to process and actually go through with. That Hueston had potentially brought an end to our days, and that he deserved everything coming at him.

Nowadays, I don’t think I could ever live with the idea of going to such an extreme. More likely than not, had this happened closer to today… Well, odds are, I’d still be seeing Hueston coming around. Who knows, maybe he did actually save himself that day, but whatever the case: I’ve not seen Hueston at all since I left him, not a single glance. Either way, only one pressing matter went through every aspect of my being. I had to escape the forest at all costs, else death would be at the front door, ready to claim me.”

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Minutes pass, which soon build up into hours, and only about halfway through the day does Chromius finally calm down to a more functional state, able to glance at the world without a frenzified filter. By then however, afternoon has already begun, and with the current season, that only leaves Chromius with a few more hours of sunlight. Up to this point, and likely for the rest of the trip, their plan has been to trace the river back to its origin. Hopefully, that would be a clean shot to finding their way back to civilization.

Such a wide-open hope starts to seem a bit more closed off however, when Chromius starts to see just how rough the terrain is. Hardly a place to see through that isn’t vegetated, a multitude of environmental hazards, some fair amount of cliffs… but it’s their best shot. Sighing… they start to pick up the pace, however much extra drain it might put on their power supply.

Several more hours pass. The sun has largely set to the point that the forest would be entirely pitch black. Chromius at this point is peering into the darkness using night vision, but that too would draw from their power supply. At this point, it may not matter that Chromius is as blessed as they are to not have encountered any hostile woodland creatures. At best, their power supply may only last into the next morning. Regardless, they can’t give up. They can’t, and they won’t. They have a legacy to uphold, for their parents. If they die here, it’s all for naught. A waste.

A big waste of their time… And a waste of their parents’ time even moreso.

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“Things were starting to look dire. However deep I had initially fallen into that forest, and whatever progress I made towards tracing my steps back to civilization in any form. A little before midnight, it came to me that I was at half battery capacity. This was only further compounded by needing to draw out more performance, more of my featureset to get by with any sort of progress. In hindsight, things must’ve been even more dire for Hueston…

Some good few more hours passed, it must’ve been like five in the morning before, finally… a blip in my internal GPS system. Finally, some kind of reminder that I was getting closer to escaping, and perhaps saving myself. There were a few more hours of darkness left to go though, and I hadn’t quite found my way out yet. With my GPS system enabled as well, it only further strained my power supply. It was going to get close, and I was certain, if I wasn’t out within the next few hours, that was it. Game over. I’d be finished.

These were the worst hours of the journey, and my life as a whole, given they could’ve been the last where I was still on my feet and active. Eventually, however… a boon. Just as I’m within the last few percentiles of my battery life.”

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Sunrise at last, the clock ticking some few minutes past 7 in the morning. Sun rays started to pierce through the lessening trees and shrubbery ahead, and there was a clear path back to society. Sure enough, to Chromius’ right… the cityscapes of Gigabit City. To their left, clearer fields from which the musical could walk back home relatively safely, and even some buildings to indicate society’s presence. However, by then, Chromius engaged into low battery mode, meaning the fidelity of their camera being lowered, the dimming of their RBG lights, and their high performance mode disabled for. It was getting fairly grim. Civilization was right there, almost in reach, yet an aura of doubt washed over the musical bot, conflicting with what aura of hope still continued to burn within them.

So, Chromius started to haul it. They ran as fast as their legs would allow in the moment.

If they could just call for help, grab someone’s attention, anything… they would survive this entire ordeal, and be able to move on and forget about it.

The sun continued to rise, sparking further hope in Chromius' mind, as the buildings relatively close to home drew ever nearer. Just a bit more to go, and hopefully someone could save them. A good few more minutes of running pass by, getting closer. A few additional minutes… Continuing to get closer… Then some…

…Their battery draws near to 1%. The town is just within reach, and there are people walking along, going about their mornings. One last cry for help, then. Approaching a bit closer…

And then, a loud, emergency alarm blares from Chromius’ speaker. The alarm of a battery that has just about been fully drained. It sounds, and it sounds, until…

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“...And then, I blacked out entirely. The last I saw, an auditorian rushing to my aid. A stranger, mind you, but I can’t forget their appearance. Their body resembled a keyboard. Not the computer type mind you, a mini keyboard piano, quite short with even shorter limbs. Regardless, I never saw them again. When I woke up, I was in a completely different environment. No longer just on the outskirts of a town. I was in a care center, all cleaned up and polished back to a more pristine state by a caretaker musical bot. To be exact, she resembled a blue CD player. White in base color, blue in the rims. Though I didn’t spend much time with her, I did what I could to thank her, kept her company and tried to make her day before I departed by keeping her company and speaking of my experiences.

It was the least I could do for someone who had effectively nursed me back to health. I didn’t think she’d be willing to listen as I vented out my feelings, but evidently, she’s heard of some bad tales in the past, worse than mine as a matter of fact. I’m glad she was all ears, really. Though, at some point, I had to return home, and so I did. There was one thing that stuck out to me, however. The music that had been playing to keep me comfortable. It was a nice little beat, not quite the longest song, must’ve clocked somewhere just over two minutes. The song in question? A little beat called Cyber Dance. The composer?

…A trio of three that were just debuting by then. They went by Sweet Cap’n Cakes. That song wouldn’t leave my head for the rest of the day. Corny as it might be… but after some few days, I bought their debut album. Then and there… music became my heart and soul. A little over a month into my life, going on two by then, and I could consider myself a musical bot then and there. And now here I am, auditioning for their band. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been recently.

…And to think, it could’ve all ended that one day. I kept fighting despite the odds however, and I suppose that’s how I got here, with music intertwined into my heart and soul, with a renewed sense of desire. A burning desire to do what would’ve made my parents proud, and to afford myself the happiest life I can. Though, I can’t help but wonder…

Did Hueston ever get out of that situation? Where would he even be if he got out of there? Is there any chance he may have completely forgotten about me by now? 

There’s no sense in worrying over it as if it were spilt milk… right?”

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Pale Blood - real long snip and some self-indulgent tenderness

“Is this a prank, Min-min, are you pranking your poor old brother?” Den had already asked every other variation of the question, but he kept getting the wrong answers.

“I’m tellin’ true!” The soft voice on the other end of his netlink cried, again, continuing to give the wrong answers.

Den didn’t believe it, didn’t believe her. His sister pulled pranks, on everyone in the pack, but especially him–he had been her favorite, and he knew that, but he didn’t understand how favorite translated to ‘target’.

“Mama would never do something that stupid,” He assured her, as he had been assuring her, for the last twenty minutes. The eyes in the lab, all focused on him, were not helping the irritation and it bubbled into his voice. “Do you have any idea how much work that would take, or the trouble it would cause?”

He didn’t tell her that he knew, first-hand, what it would take–Ron got into the security system, had shown them the logs, the keys used–nor did he tell her that he stood in the very bloodbank she claimed their mother robbed. No, he pacified his sister’s anxieties; he assured her that what she suggested had been impossible–even as he grappled with the inevitability of it.

“Mama is throwin’ a party,” Minara hissed into the link. “And she invited everyone, Mori. They’re all comin’.”

A family reunion meant chaos, bloodshed and body counts.

Den sighed, “Okay, okay, tell it to me again. All of it.”

Delmas heard the growl from clear across the room, but it wasn’t Den’s. The growl that vibrated the air sang higher and when it hit, it hit hard. Ron caught his arm but it took Odea on his other to keep him steady and Den winced at him. Then the growl stopped and he glared at the floor with his hand hovering over his ear.

Minara spoke, clear and slow, her own irritation dripping off every syllable, “Nash come home with boxes, lotsa boxes, with cute lil’ bats on ‘em. Then he and mama cleared all the little hearts out the big fridge and put all them bat boxes in their places. Now mama got me gettin’ out the good hearts for comp’ny, she says everyone comin’. Auntie Ala too, and that’s bad, ain’t it? So’s I call you, since you the only one not ‘fraid of mama.”

Den didn’t answer, not yet; his thoughts were too loud, Night’s tits, ma, what crawled up your ass to welcome oblivion so openly…

“Did…did I do good?” Minara asked, with her little voice near a whimper. “I’s just scared, Mori. Ever’thin' is so loud and smelly here and you always know wh-”

“Yeah, Min,” Den cut in, aware that her whimpering led to rambling, which led to blubbering and without him there to play middleman it would end in a beating if their mother heard. “You did good, you did good. Sorry I was mean.”

The sigh on the other side of the link carried a whine but Minara kept quiet.

“Is, is Nash still there?” It was a long-shot, but Den knew that if his younger brother thought their sister were in any danger he would step in. And if he could do nothing else from where he stood, he could at least secure her some backup.

“I-I don’t know…I’ll go ch-”

The line crackled, screeching feedback into Den’s ear and Minara’s voice warbled with heavy footsteps falling behind it.

“No mama,” his sister begged, “I wasn’t slackin’, got the hearts right h-”

Den heard the slap; the entire room heard the slap. It popped out of his netlink and shattered the quiet as it echoed through the cavernous lab.

“Min!” Den shrieked, with frantic taps to his netlink, “No, no, no, pick up, pick up. Fuck! What happened?”

When the line died, with another harsh pop, Den knew what happened. And he stood, staring at the linoleum at his feet, as his eyes jittered and burned with budding tears. Familiar arms gripped Den’s shoulders and drew his face towards the warm chest that bore them. Delmas held him there, safe and tight.

“You need to go?” Del asked, his voice calm, its timbre soothing and Den fought harder against the tears.

The bittersweet scent that chased that voice told him Del knew the answer but Den didn’t want to leave that scent, or the eyes he sought when he looked up. But he had to.

He had to and the tears fell as he mumbled, “don’t wanna.”

Del slouched enough to lay his forehead on Den’s, where he kept it as their eyes closed and their breaths steadied to a shared rhythm.

“I’m…not so good at this,” Delmas whispered, urging his voice to remain in the space between them, where only Den could hear it. “But I like you.”

“I know,” Den whispered back. “You said-”

Delmas squeezed, hugging him tighter, “can I finish?”

Rubbing his forehead into Delmas’, Den held his tongue.

Afraid to lose the nerve if he didn’t, Delmas rushed the words, “I like you, and all of this got real serious, real fast, and I just don’t want to lose you before I know what we have. So, if things go sideways out there and you’re in trouble…”

“I’ll call you,” Den promised.

“And I’ll come runnin’,” Delmas returned.

They held the silence afterwards. They held it close and careful, savoring the words not spoken. Then Delmas pulled away, smoothed the stray hairs from Den’s face, held that face in his hands and fell into what he hoped wouldn’t be their last kiss.

There were gasps behind them, and grumbling, but it wasn’t directed at them. Ron and Odea had long looked away, preserving their intimate moment by busying themselves with scopes and slides. Neither noticed the kiss, or the whispers that came before it. They didn’t even notice the massive black wolf that bounded out of the room.

Ron kept his eyes locked on Odea until KB’s frightened claws dug into his legs. He moved too slowly to prevent the cat from nesting on his shoulder, but fast enough to catch sight of the tip of Den’s tail.

“Oh, did he…did he leave?” Ron asked Delmas, who stood at the door.

Delmas nodded but didn’t move.

Odea muttered something Ron couldn’t hear–and wouldn’t have understood if he could–before she switched slides and clicked her tongue.

“This isn’t right,” she told herself. “You’re not right,” she told the blood on the slide, and spun in her chair to tell everyone, “None of this is right!” Then she saw Delmas, looked around the room and then to Ron. He pursed his lips and shook his head and Odea bit her lip and returned to her slides. “It can wait.”

But something else couldn’t.

Delmas’ netlink flashed, it did not ring, it flashed–in a green so bright and brilliant it nearly blinded his right eye–and he ignored it. It flashed again, accompanied by a single, shrill beep and he huffed and tapped it.

“The fuck do you want?” he asked, in a voice too gruff, too loud.

“Oh, I’m sorry Mr. Grumpy, sir,” said a squeaky voice, pitched dramatically higher. “I must have the wrong ID. Ya see, I was looking for a sorry sack of meat and teeth that’s so fucking useless he had to call in favors from ones that’d rather see him ashed. D’you know anyone like that, Mr. Grumpy, sir?”

Delmas groaned.

The voice in his ear went on, “Are you sure you don’t know no one like that, Mr. Grumpy? These ones what that fuckwit called have got mightybig fists and a right absence a patience. Be a real shame if they didn’t find who they was lookin’ for.”

Delmas sucked his teeth, refusing to answer.

“I got Grin with me, you fangless dick, and I will send her in there after you,” the squeak had all but vanished as the voice hit a deeper, sharper octave.

“Good to hear from you, Neph,” Delmas said to the more familiar voice in his ear.

It screamed, low and guttural, before speaking again, “I hate you.”

“And if it had been a better day, I would try to change that, but the day’s been shit so…I’m comin’ up. See ya soon.” Delmas tapped the link off–in time to miss a slew of growled curses–and turned to Ron, “the backups are here.”

Ron nodded, not turning from the device Odea glared into, “I’ll unlock the doors and be…right there.”

“Uh-huh, meet ya up there,” No life breathed through Delmas’ voice, and no color lit his eyes–though they shined, wet and red-tinged–as he turned and shuffled from the lab.

Ron would have run after if he’d noticed, would have held him, offered comfort and assurances…but he didn’t notice. Odea found the drawing equipment and, before Ron could say a thing against it, she had a vial of her own blood in a slide. He grabbed her shoulders, tried to steady the shakes that had overtaken them, but she shook harder.

“Not right,” she muttered, switching the slides again and again as the color drained from her cheeks. “None of this is right!”

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Exhibit C - Your honor they love each other! 3.05 (fuffy)

This is a pro-fuffy BTVS rewatch. (Happy Pride Month!) Exhibit C is S03E05, aka 3x05, aka 3.05 Homecoming. Long post.

1. Apparently Scott has not invited Buffy to the Homecoming dance despite their dating. WTF? He apparently didn’t feel comfortable expressing his interest in going, and claims he thought she would think it was corny. This is very strange. Anyway, they establish they will go and kiss. It’s borderline PG kissing y’all. *snort*

2. Buffy explains to Angel that things are different now. “And I'm involved with someone.” Wait, does this mean she realizes her budding non-straight feelings for Faith? *eh-eh buzzer* I’m sorry but no. Instead she proclaims her something for Scott: “His name is Scott. He's a nice, solid guy. He makes me happy...” A nice solid guy? OK, still a better comment on your SUPPOSED love interest than calling them a doofus (Riley in future S04), but a “nice, solid guy”? This is how you describe a good mechanic or plumber or weed guy, not your boo.

3. The show directly cuts to Scott breaking up with her. This made me cackle with glee. He says it’s because she is distracted all the time. Buffy was not expecting this, but admits that it’s true. Honestly I wish Scott had held on for one more episode. Imagine an AU where the vibe is more comedy. I swear we could have gotten a scene like this:

(inspo here) Imagine Buffy (Ilana) is talking to Scott (ooooh or Angel!) but then Faith (Abbi) needs to talk to her. (Yeah I know Abbi and Ilana are a platonic friendship but still.)

4a. Buffy is missing headshots for the yearbook, but Cordelia says she’ll go tell her. What is she doing instead of having her photo taken? She is training with Faith in the library. No that’s not a euphemism. This is the ONLY scene in this episode where they talk to each other. (This episode and specifically this scene is the creation of Fuffy for me. It’s seared into my brain, and yet - y’all it is literally less than a minute!) OK, so let's break it down... Buffy has an edge post-Scott-breakup, which Faith appreciates.

Faith-thee-slayer translates this excellently: “you’re hot when you’re angry. i’m angry all the time and seeing it in you validates my belief that we are the same person. i don’t want to hear about your boyfriends. you being single means more time with me.”

4b. Done with training, Buffy puts on a hoodie and Faith encourages her to move on. Buffy is now single and Faith decides to ask Buffy to go to the dance together. She’s shooting her shot y’all!! (haydenpanettieres has the build up to this moment.)

Spoiler alert: they are literally flirting! (summrsbuffy has photos of this) OK, here's the dialogue with my translation in italicized brackets. Faith starts:

You move on, and you party heavily, and you’ll be fine. I mean, you’re still going to that dance right?

Maybe (Buffy drinks her juice)

You got the tickets already. Why don’t we go together?

(Buffy puts the bottle down) I don't know about that. (she smiles)

[Buffyspeak translation: Whoa, that seems a little gay and I’m not gay. But uhm… say more.]

Come on. We’ll find a coupla studs, we’ll use ‘em and discard ‘em. (points at Buffy) That’s always fun. (drinks her own bottle of juice)

[Faithspeak translation: Uhm…. Nope not gay at all. What if we find some boy toys. That would make it less gay right? (points) You know you’ll have fun with me. (let me mirror you drinking your juice, see I’m just like you, nothing to worry about!)]

OK, I’m in. Not the stud-using part, though. (she raises her eyebrows) Or, probably not. (she smiles)

[Buffyspeak translation: OK, you made it less gay enough. We’ll just flirt with boys. How's my flirting BTW?]

Scene summary: When Buffy seems initially unsure about going to Homecoming with Faith, Faith re-centers men into the scenario. ("it's totally hetero dude") This gives Buffy the space to agree. And Buffy flirts back at Faith.

4c. OK, one other comment on this scene. There’s something going on with the framing right? The way Cordelia is watching them for a second before entering the library, but then she gets distracted and never goes in. She watches through the round window. Herinsectreflections lays it out for us. (technically aryaspork sets it up and herinsectreflections spikes it for the win here.) Gah!!

5. Buffy has one more interaction with Scott about her running for homecoming queen. She says that it’s just something to pass the time. Hmmmm, feels like this could be her commentary on dating him.

6. Bonus song thoughts: Background song during this Scott scene is also not-coincidental. (Fire Escape by Fastball): “I may not be the man you want me to be” = Scott can’t be her normal boring human boyfriend / can't be a good beard. “I can be myself” = Scott will be honest with himself. “How bout you?” = can Buffy be herself? Will Buffy realize her feelings for Faith? OK that last one could be a stretch.

7. Buffy walks to the limo, thinking that Faith is already inside, and no one else. Buffy is smiling so hard. Could this be a moment where she is happy to be going to the dance and perhaps going to be named Queen? Sure. But perhaps she is looking forward to seeing Faith. This is reinforced when she sees Cordelia instead and is disappointed. “What’s going on? Where’s Faith?” She doesn’t say “why are you here?” (emphasis on not liking Cordelia, since they are fighting). She says “Where’s Faith?” (where’s my da… I mean my gaaaaal pal)

8. Faith is shown at the dance with Willow and Oz, but they are total downers. She notices Scott with a girl and calls him a sleazebag. She’s wearing a formal dress and looks so different in formal wear than her regular wear. How we choose to present ourselves (body language, clothing, makeup) is important. Faith chooses her outfits and makeup and it’s a bit of battle armor for her. Part of her carefully put-together charming confident girl face. (I think her 3.03 Bronze pants are actually OOC, but we can talk more later about outfits.) She’s without some of her battle armor and perhaps that increases her insecurity?

9. Now Faith finds Scott and pretends to be a girl he dated, with some made up story about STD symptoms. I get the impulse to trash Scott in front of his new girl, but this is EXTREME. (Buffy didn’t ask her to do this, we don’t even see Buffy venting to Faith about getting dumped.) OK, bizarre-ness aside, check how Faith makes sure Scott’s date doesn’t miss what’s happening. The little shoulder tap - smile - “hi.”

This is brilliant - in its own twisted way. I can’t help but think this is motivated by Faith’s frustration that Buffy still hasn’t shown up. (elizadusku-archive has a good gifset) But the real question is, does Faith recognize her feelings for Buffy? Does she understand she like-likes Buffy? I would buy any of these arguments: that (A ) Faith doesn’t process her emotions well in general and is overly impulsive and takes it out on Scott. OR that (B ) Faith is still figuring out that she likes Buffy (and/or girls in general) and that frustration leads to this scene. People do strange things when the queer-ness leaks out of their overly stuffed brain. OR that (C ) Faith knows that she like-likes Buffy, is jealous of Scott for what he had, and angry at him for hurting Buffy, and so deliberately lashes out at him. My money is on C.

10. Faith has no more lines. Buffy and Cordelia return to Homecoming. But even formal-wear-Faith with no lines is a point in favor of Fuffy. She stayed! (blink and you’ll miss it tho) The entire dance, and she stayed. She invited Buffy to go to the dance with her, got a dress, did her hair up, hung out with Buffy’s joyless friends, had her scene with Scott, and she kept staying even after that! We don't see Faith scoping out any studs or anyone at all. She wanted to see her date / friend and maybe cheer on her win. Sadly we don't see Buffy talk to her once she arrives. (I like to think they caught up off-screen but that is inadmissible to the court since our exhibits are limited to the video on record.)

Imagine we had gotten to see the two of them at the Homecoming dance hanging out! *sigh* Also I just have to say, who drinks orange juice after they work out?? They are clearly meant for each other, haha.

Summary: They love each other rating: 2 out of 5. Some will see this as “just going to the dance with my gal pal.” I think Buffy’s actions (in reaction to the invite) and Faith’s actions (to Scott) show there is something more than just pure hetero-ness. It’s in the early stages your honor, but they love each other! Faith is definitely interested in Buffy as more than friends. After Scott dumps Buffy, Faith made her move. (Go Faith! Shooting your shot!) And Buffy accepted Faith’s invite to go to the dance together.

Look at Buffy as she accepts Faith's invite!

Exhibit C has been submitted, the prosecution rests for the day.

#buffy rewatch #fuffy #buffy x faith #your honor they love each other #btvs 3x05 #exhibit C your honor #btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #faith lehane #buffy summers #s03e05 #3x05 #3.05 #ep: homecoming #homecoming #long post #chosen two #btvs 3.05 homecoming #your honor series

[meadowmines]

OC-Tober 31: free space :)

[In which Aoyagi gets his weekly visit from his dirty old uncle]

Aoyagi is shoving a batch of bread in the oven for the dinner shift when he hears the door ding. "Be right with ya," he calls over his shoulder.

"Aw, c'mon," a familiar voice calls back. "What's a guy gotta do to get some pussy around here?"

God. Aoyagi tries not to laugh. He really does. He doesn't try very hard. "You sure you wanna burn yer one allotted pussy joke per visit right in the door?" he yells back as he shuts the oven. "You know where yer seat is, ojisan."

Tuesday evening, after the lunch barista and cooks have gone home and before the dinner crew shows up. Just like clockwork. Aoyagi watches from the kitchen as the old man picks his way through the main room to his favorite comfy chair, careful as always not to plant his cane on any paws or tails. A few of the cats trot over to greet him as soon as he sinks into that chair. The fact that he keeps "accidentally" dropping things they're not supposed to eat probably figures into that. "Where's my favorite girl? Hey, Miyuki-chan! Pspspsps--"

Miyuki is facing away from the door and has not yet noticed her favorite customer, and so she goes on licking herself. "She can't hear ya," Aoyagi reminds him. Seems like they have this conversation every time. There are even signs on the wall--Miyuki's glamour shot captioned I'm Miyuki-chan! I'm not ignoring you, I'm deaf! Thank you for understanding! It never sticks. To be fair, though, Aoyagi has been Miyuki's guardian for three years now and he still catches himself going pspsps at her when he knows damn well she can't hear him. "You want the usual?"

"You know it," the old man says. "Hey. Where's that Siamese-lookin' one?"

"Luna? Uh..." Aoyagi starts lining up ingredients on the counter. Eggs, cheese, ham, sourdough bread. "Check under the tables n' stuff. She's been into feet lately."

"Heh. My kinda gal. Naw, the other one. The boy? Little fat one with the stubby tail?"

"Oh, Mochi! Yeah, he got adopted yesterday."

"No kiddin'? Good for him."

"His replacement oughta be around here somewhere..." Aoyagi sticks his head out of the kitchen and sees a big battle-scarred orange cat with big old tom jowls and a clipped ear and a bad case of resting grump face standing up with his paws on the old man's knee. "Yeah, the tough guy climbin' up on ya."

The old man reaches down to give the tough guy a scritch. The tough guy lets out a gravelly meow. If a cat could smoke a pack a day, that's what it'd sound like. "Thought he looked new. What's yer name, bud?"

"He ain't got one yet. We're callin' him 'Nyan-han' for now." Aoyagi goes back to work. "Hey! Yer gettin' decaf. Last time I gave ya the real shit the boss gave me an earful about yer blood pressure."

Aoyagi swears he can hear the old man roll his eyes as he folds a sheet of egg around a slice of cheese. "That was before the doc straightened my meds n' shit out. It'll be fine this time."

"Ojisan."

"The boys ain't let me have one minute of fun since '88." Aoyagi does not know exactly what happened in '88. He's heard bits of it, but the old man's always just sort of handwaved it off. He got hurt, from what Aoyagi gathers. Bad. Bad enough that he almost didn't make it, bad enough that he was never the same after. Aoyagi wonders, but can never quite bring himself to ask, exactly what he was like before. Then again, he probably doesn't need to. Sometimes the old man says something, or gets a look in his eye, or moves a certain way, and Aoyagi thinks maybe just for a second he can see the shadow of the hellraiser Homare Nishitani used to be. "And Yu-chan's the worst of 'em. Caffeinate me."

"The boys and the boss are just lookin' out for ya," Aoyagi says, firmly. "And so am I."

"Tch. Ya hearin' this shit, Nyan-han? Awright. C'mon up here." The old man pats his knee and Nyan-han hops up with another hoarse meow. His face is no less grumpy, but he's slow-blinking and making biscuits like his life depends on it. Probably purring his head off, too. "Heh. Grouchy li'l shit, ain't ya?"

"That's just how his face is." Aoyagi stacks the cheesy eggs onto buttered sourdough with a slice of ham and puts the whole thing back on the griddle to toast. "He looks mean as shit but he's a sweetheart."

"Heh." The old man goes on petting Nyan-han as Aoyagi loads up a tray with fresh fruit and a cup of kitty treats and a plate ready for the sandwich. He waits until the old man's full attention is on Nyan-han and quickly pours a cup of decaf. "Kinda reminds me of Majima-kun."

Aoyagi's eye twitches.

"You do too. More n' more every day."

Aoyagi flips the grilled sandwich onto the plate and cuts it in half, then carries the loaded tray out into the main room. He neatly sidesteps a massive tortie that tries to throw her entire body weight into Aoyagi's leg as he passes and sets the tray down on the old man's table. "I'm nothin' like him."

"Huh." Funny. Aoyagi would have expected him to have more to say about that. But he doesn't. Aoyagi just unloads the tray, and he just goes on petting Nyan-han until the tray is empty. And then he reaches into his jacket pocket, draws forth an obscenely thick wad of cash, and slaps it on the table. "Lock up."

"Haw!?"

"I'm buyin' ya out for the night. That's a thing with restaurants n' shit too, right?" The old man gestures towards the stack of money. Aoyagi guesstimates it would cover dinner, late night, and then some for his whole staff. "Give yer minions the night off. And then fix ya a plate n' sit down." He shrugs. "C'mon. I don't wanna eat alone."

"You're not eatin' alone, ojisan. Ya got ten cats out here with designs on yer ham."

"I want two-legged company that don't treat me like I'm gonna keel over n' die if I drink one cup of decent fuckin' coffee." He snorts out a humorless laugh. "I can't drink anymore. I can't smoke. I can't drive. I can't get it up half the time n' even when I can, I can't do a damn thing with it other than--"

"Awright! Awright! I'll do whatever ya want! Just don't finish that sentence!" He grabs a sign out from under the counter and hangs it in the front door: Closed for private event, will reopen at 11AM tomorrow. aPAWlogies for the inconveNYANce :3

"Attaboy," the old man chortles.

Aoyagi heats up a bacon cheddar scone while he calls his crew and tells them they've got the night off with pay. He cuts up his own little pile of fresh fruit and pours himself some coffee and once again makes his way through the gauntlet of friendly cats with a loaded tray. "I shouldn't be doin' this and you know it," he says as he sits down.

"Yeah, yeah." And right about that time, Miyuki finally turns around and sees her favorite customer. With a joyous earsplitting yell of the sort that only ever comes out of cats that can't hear themselves, she hops down from her perch and trots over to say hello. "Hey! There's my favorite girl. Oops." And he "accidentally" drops a sliver of ham on the floor in front of her.

"Dammit, ojisan." Aoyagi intercepts the ham and wads it up in a napkin before Miyuki can snarf it down.

"Aw, c'mon. Let her live."

"Last thing I need's my number one girl comin' down with the runs in a customer's lap tomorrow. Ya got a cup of kitty treats right there. Give her those."

"Awright, fine." Miyuki hops up into the old man's lap and snuggles up next to Nyan-han. Nyan-han leans over, licks her ear a few times, and goes to sleep. "Ya gave me decaf, ya little shit."

"How the fuck can you tell!?" Aoyagi splutters. "It tastes the same!"

"No it don't." The old man takes another sip and there's that gleam in his eye, the one that hints at the unholy terror he used to be. "Rest of me's goin' to shit but my tastebuds still work. Ya brew yer decaf stronger. Like ya think that's gonna make up for it."

"Tch. Nothin' gets past you, does it?"

"Eh. Not much does." The old man goes on eating his sandwich and feeding treats to the cats. "How long ya been with us now, Amano-kun? 'Bout three years?"

"Somethin' like that," Aoyagi says.

"Ya still that sore at him?"

"What's to be sore about?" Aoyagi takes a big bite of his scone in the hopes that it'll take long enough to chew that the old man will change the subject. He doesn't. "He just tried to kill me, is all. Nothin' to be sore about."

"Any particular reason ya asked Yu-chan to train ya with a blade?"

Shit, how does he... forget it. "Any particular reason ya won't let him look into why Majima called a hit on me?"

"Touché," the old man snorts. "Ya little shit. Like I said. More n' more every day. Get me a cup for the road, would ya? The good shit this time."

"Go to Matsubara on the way home n' leave me out of it."

"I'd drink garbage water straight outta the river before I drink Matsubara's shit. I like your coffee."

Aoyagi sighs. "Flattery will get ya everywhere, old man. Fine. I'll pour ya half a to-go cup but ya gotta tell the boss ya had to torture me for it." Which, given the turn their conversation took tonight, isn't that far from the truth.

"I'll tell him I snuck back n' poured my own while you were in the can."

"Deal."

The old man finishes up his dinner, gently deposits Miyuki and Nyan-han on the floor, and starts to haul himself out of his chair. Aoyagi offers him an arm. He waves it off. He always does. He's always determined to do as much as he can still do by himself, and Aoyagi can't really blame him. So he just pours half a to-go cup of regular coffee and hands it to him. "Torture," he says.

"Yeah, yeah. I ain't rattin' ya out. Hey, I bought ya out for the whole night. Get outta here. Go take a walk. Get you a hooker or a Nintendo or whatever you kids are into these days."

"Fuck's sake, ojisan." Aoyagi shakes his head. "Be careful headin' home."

"Yeah, yeah."

And with that, he's gone and Aoyagi is left alone with ten cats and a lot of thoughts he didn't want tonight.

#oc-tober #yakuza #yakuza oc #aoyagi saga #'i'm nothin like him' says the guy who if only for one line sounds EXACTLY like him

[sketch-mer-6195]

You Sure? (ROTTMNT Leonardo Hamato x Kalani Rotasu {OFC})

Disclaimer: This is the official start of the series for those who have been trying to follow me and this series that has yet to really gain momentum. This is a little different than what I originally intended. But, there are still plot twists that I want to get in, the angst that I have been dying to write, and this complicated relationship that these two have. This is set in a not so distant future, everyone is over the age of 21, so they are responsible adults... Give the Mad Dog’s credit okay, they’re our lovable knuckleheads! For those who have just found this, welcome! I do hope you do enjoy this series.

Warnings: Slight swearing, ROTTMNT Movie spoilers (for those who have not seen the movie). Word Count: 1688

Part 1. Shove Off!!

This was not supposed to happen. But there was no other choice and he needed to get help from one person that he knew he could trust. Even if they weren’t on the best of terms. Adjusting his pants and rolling his shoulders to try and relax his own nerves, the red-eared slider mutant turtle waltzed right into the Nexus Hotel and walked to the main elevator. Yokai both in and out of disguise mingled in the vast and extravagant lobby of this prestigious hotel in New York City and in The Hidden City. How memories filled his mind of being a champion with his father. The home of the Battle Nexus: New York. Where Shredder came to life and so much more. As he made his way to the elevators, the same Fox yokai, a little gray fur sprinkled across his muzzle, stood guard at the main elevator with the same scowl that the turtle remembered oh so many years ago.

Time to schmooze and be the Face-Man.

“Hi, yes is the owner available? I’m here and I have an appointment with her. Still working on that fancy whisker mustache. Fancy if you’re still aiming to look younger or older. Entirely up to you, bud.” Leo smirked as he crossed his arms across his plasteron.

The yokai made a disgruntled sound before pulling up his walkie talkie to his snout. “Milady, there’s a pesky turtle here wanting to see you.”

As soon as he released the button, the speaker came to life with the start of a scoff.

“Tch, tell ‘em to shove off, I have more important matters.”

If he hadn’t perfected his poker face, he would have swooned a little hearing her voice again. He could feel his hands growing a little clammy at the thought of seeing her once more, but he needed to. She was his best hope.

The yokai nodded and shot a venomous glare at Leonardo. “Milady said to shove off and that she has more important matters.”

Leo groaned and rolled his eyes. “Do you know who you’re talking to?”

But before the argument could commence, the elevator chimed, signaling that someone had arrived at the main floor. As the doors opened, Leo couldn’t believe his eyes at who he was seeing. His old man was right, women do age like sweet saki. Her dark violet hair once long now in an asymmetrical bob haircut with her Kappa lilypad hat and lotus flower. A long silk kimono furisode that was a dark navy blue, complimenting her teal skin and making her yellow sclera eyes pop. Her gold yellow obi accentuated her waist. And of course, how it was off the shoulders and just peeking her bust just slightly and revealing her small shell on her back that held an emblem that he was for sure she would try and hide.

The Hamato Crest.

Leo’s heart clenched slightly and his stomach flipped a little as he saw his ex stand there with a cold stare that suddenly broke when she saw him. Mentally slapping himself, he let his colors shine as he walked up to her with his broad and brilliant smile.

“Surprise! I’m here to see Miss Kalani Rōtasu?” He looked her over and smirked at her.

But his smirk was wiped off quicker than a freak snow storm hitting the big apple as she slapped him across the head with an unamused and rather infuriated glare. If looks could only kill, he wouldn’t be there.

“Why are you here, Hamato?” Kalani hissed, her voice dripping with venom as she did her best to keep herself composed. "You know what, no. I don't want to even hear you utter a single letter out of you."

"Kal, come on. You don't even know what I'm here for. For all you know, I might be here just to visit." Leo reasoned and hoped that she would take it.

But she was much smarter, he knew that. Although she did love to play along. She was a brilliant girl. One that he couldn't stop thinking about. Kalani on the other hand was torn and conflicted but she was not wanting to cause more of a spectacle of herself. Taking a slow breath in, she looked up at Leo and pinched the bridge on her beak and waved her bellhop away.

"My office. Now, Leonardo." She said, turning on her heel and walking back into the elevator.

With a small triumphant smile, he followed her behind and helped gather the train of her kimono so it wouldn't be caught in the door. As she silently shooed the staff member out of the elevator Leo pressed the button that went straight to the penthouse and her main office. As they ascended to her residence, a thick layer of silence filled their time. Leo couldn’t help but fidget slightly while Kalani looked straight ahead. Her posture, how she held herself, her figure, her eyes. Her lips. And her accent. God did he miss hearing her voice.

"-nardo. LEO!" Her voice cut through him like his katanas bringing him back to the present.

The elevator doors were wide open, Kalani holding the button to keep the door open with a raised brow but a glint of mirth in her eyes. Staring at that moment, he was enamored with old feelings. But swallowing them down was easier right now; he smirked and walked inside the main office that was once Big Mama's. Still with many of the old furniture such as the high wing chair and large desk and safe. But lighter, and more Kalani's style. There were lighter colors, some framed pictures and her mystic weapon, her large tessen hung proudly on the wall and on full display with the Hamato crest. A sense of pride and joy filled him as he saw the crest and open on display in Kalani's office. As Kalani took a seat behind her desk, she gestured to the chair across from her to Leo who sat down with a small grunt and leaned back as casual as ever with that same smirk.

‘Why does he have to be here? And why must he be such a… Argh! This is not what I need right now. But that smile…’ Kalani shook her head to try and focus on the blue clad slider who had an all knowing smirk that grew into a broad smile.

She still had feelings for him as he did for her. So he hoped. But her eyes narrowed which made him gulp and cleared his throat to try and calm his nerves.

“So, how’s work?”

Queue facepalm.

Kalani gritted her teeth before taking a deep breath and pinching the bridge of her nose out of frustration. This was not the time to catch up. 

“I have no time for this, Leon. I have important business to attend to." She explained before standing and pointing at the elevator that they had just left out of a few minutes ago.

'Whoa whoa whoa, I didn't come here to just get booted. You told your fox man to tell me to shove off. Then you come and bring me up here just to tell me to leave again?! The hell is wrong with you!?" Leo exclaimed, rising from his seat and placing his hands on the desk as his own temper was slowly bubbling up.

"Being an absolute fool, but that's something you do on a daily basis, oh 'greatest ninja master of all time.' Casey's words, not your own." She shot back with her sharp tongue.

Letting out a disgruntled groan, Leo straightened his posture to make himself look larger and try to keep his hands to himself. "Will you drop that shit!? That was over ten years ago and you still hate me for it!"

Kalani let out a bitter laugh as her eyes grew with fire behind them. "Of course. You almost got the entire world destroyed because of your ego and stupidity only to be thrown into a prison dimension and not even care to think ho-...' She gulped and took a sharp breath in. 'To think…" 

Leo stood there, frozen in place, his nails digging into his palms and biting the inside of his cheek hard to suppress his tears. A hard lump lodged itself in his throat as he saw Kalani tremble where she stood. Her face hidden under the lily pad. His trained eye watched the glimmer of a couple tears fall from under her hat and land on the desk. His browline furrowed deeply as he did his best to stay composed and not crumble. As he uncrossed his arms, Leo pivoted on his heels and headed for the elevator only to stop a couple feet and speak over his shoulder.

"Phone number hasn't changed."

Her breath hitched and got stuck in her throat. As she lifted her head, Kalani watched his retreating figure only to vanish behind the elevator doors. Slowly like a leaf in autumn, she fell into her chair and covered her face with her hands as she finally let out a hard and choking sob out of her chest. The water that was in the lotus flower spilled down the back of the chair, soaking her clothes and chilling her skin to the point it made her body shudder with a hard shiver. As she dropped her hands down her face and onto her lap, her yellow scalesed eyes darted to her only framed photo that resided on her desk. A well ornate silver frame with her and Leo. A bright and dazzling smile while Leo looked at the camera with a kiss pressed to her cheek and that signature smirk he was still able to pull off. How she could go back to those simpler times. Be happy and not fear of possibly never seeing him again. To be with him. To rekindle the undying love for the mutant turtle she fell in love with all those years ago. Leaning over, she laid the picture face down and let out a depressed sigh.

"Those days are long gone…"

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[gravityfallsweirdgirl]

THE BAD GUYS: what if mr wolf kidnapped a baby

Chapter 2: meet the bad guys

Outside, the two legendary criminals strolled down the sidewalk side by side. All around them, people veered away and skittered away from the Bad Guys.

They were well-known, and highly feared.

And wanted for so many things.

Cars and trucks screeched to a halt, making it easy for the two to cross the street to the front doors of the Big Bank.

"Baby kittens, huh?" Wolf asked again. Seemed like an odd choice for a favorite snack. Why pick a tiny baby cat over a nice, sweet piece of birthday cake?”

"The cuter they are the more sweeter they'll be" Snake said, flicking his tongue.

"Yeah," Wolf said, shaking his head. "But still sick and inhuman You know what I mean?"

They entered inside the building.

"Don't mind us," Wolf said, flashing a charming smile at one of the people they passed as they strolled through the bank's massive front doors.

"Just robbin' this place."

As soon as they were inside, Today, Wolf and Snake shared an amused look, then grabbed the bank's giant safe from behind the counter. In the next second, they fled. Everything was going exactly according to plan. The two friends exploded out the side windows of he bank and tossed the giant safe into the back of their Bad Guys' car.

Outside the Big Bank, the two friends admired the posters hanging on the building's windows. There were dozens of WANTED posters, all featuring Mr. Wolf and Mr. Snake's mug shots. Wolf nodded appreciatively.

it feels so good to be known wolf said in pride.

The car was Wolf's pride and joy, a gorgeous sports car fit for celebrities—celebrities like the Bad Guys!

"Woo!" Wolf whooped as he enjoyed the thrill of the hunt.

sliding into the driver's seat. Snake slid into the passenger's seat beside him, the safe snuggled in right on Snake's lap.

"Yeah!"

"Hahaha!" Snake cheered.

They'd outsmarted the good guys, once again.

'Go bad..Wolf started, his smile spreading across his face.

"Or go home," Snake finished.

Wolf pressed the gas pedal and floored it. Zipping through the streets of Los Angeles, Wolf felt lighter than air.

While Snake worked on cracking the safe open, Wolf expertly guided the Bad Guy mobile through the streets.

Hey, you, Yeah, you, Get over here. a little bit closer. Oh I know what it is, you afraid Because I'm the, uh.. BIG BAD WOLF? Uhh Not surprised. I am the villain in every story. Isn't that right mr. Snake

"Yep" Snake chuckles.

“Say hello to mr. Snake”

"'serpentine safe-cracking machine," Wolf mused, glancing over to watch his friend work.

"Magic Houdini-but with no arms. The kinda guy who'll tell you the glass is half empty--then steal it from you."

He grinned at Snake, then veered around another crop of slowed and stopped cars.

Wolf continued to narrate their drive, as he zigged and zagged around traffic.

"He's also my best bud. And today is... his birthday!"

Snake glanced up from the safe.

"Not relevant" he glares at wolf.

"He's a sweetheart," Wolf Then smirked at his friend and said it directly to him, "You're a sweetheart”

Behind them, a parade of police cars filed into position, swerving and dodging pedestrians in their quest to finally catch this pair of legendary criminals in the act.

"Well, look who's here," Snake mused, glancing back at the cops giving chase.

It was always just a matter of time until police were on their tail.

and then just a matter of a little

more time before the Bad Guys got away.

"Took 'em long enough." Wolf laughed. He scanned the road ahead, noticing a long string of red lights, with tons of traffic in every direction. There was no way they would get through that mess-without some help. Luckily, they had help.

"Watch this”

On the top of a streetlights, a eight legged crawly was crawling.

Three...two. one!"

Then the tarantula pulled out a computer and Suddenly, the lights switched from red to green, ushering the Bad Guys through the jammed streets with ease.

"And over here is miss tarantula Our in-house hacker" Wolf cheered. "Our pocket search engine, our traveling tech wizard." "We call her... WEBS."

Now, as the Bad Guys drove under her perch on the streetlight, Webs jumped down and dropped into the Bad Guy mobile.

As soon as the Bad Guys drove through the green lights, the stoplights immediately switched back to red, stopping all the cars behind them and letting the cars going the other direction go. This clogged up all the intersections and kept the cop cars who'd been chasing them from getting through!

"Very slick, Webs," Wolf said admiringly.

"I also took over the police dispatch," Webs bragged.

"Blurred their satellite imaging system, grounded their chopper, and..." She paused, glancing back over her shoulder.

"One more thing."

Snake glanced over, groaning as he realized what his friend had done.

"You didn't."

Webs snickered.

Just then, a delivery driver on a scooter pulled up alongside their getaway car.

The delivery driver hollered out, "I gotta Special delivery for” He glanced up, suddenly realizing who his clients were.

"Ahhh! Don't eat me!!" He flung the package toward the car, his scooter swerving as he freaked out about how close he'd been to the legendary Bad Guys.

Wolf calmly reached up and caught the cake with a free Hand.

Beside her, Snake grimaced at the sight of the

giant birthday cake his friend had delivered to their getaway car.

"Happy birthday, Mr. Grumpypants," Tarantula cooed.

Snake looked from the cake to Wolf and back to Webs in frustration. "I think I hate you," he told Webs.

Wolf was feeling better than ever as he turned left to lead the few remaining cops toward a construction zone.

Their plan was still going exactly according to. well, according to plan. As they drove through the construction site, as soon as they'd passed, one of the workers gestured for a crane to lower a port-a-potty into the middle of the street.

This blocked all but a small handful of the remaining cop cars.

Only a few left to ditch, and they'd be home free.

As the Bad Guys' car zipped past the construction worker, another one of the Bad Guys--Mr. Shark- hopped into the car beside his teammates.

"Guys! It's me!" Shark said joyfully as he shed his uniform disguise.

"I was the construction worker!"

"And this is Mr. Shark," Wolf said, offering his pal a huge smile and cheering. "Master of Disguise! Our apex predator of a thousand faces."

Shark grinned, soaking up the praise and attention. He loved being part of the Bad Guys, and he really was a master of disguise.

"His greatest trick of all? Stealing the Mona Lisa disguised as the Mona Lisa"

It was a true highlight in his heisting career.

With Shark now squeezed into the backseat, things had gotten a bit squishy in the car. Shark was significantly bigger, than the other Bad Guys took up far more than his fair share of space.

"Watch it, Big Tuna," Snake hissed as Shark wiggled into his spot--which shoved Snake's seat forward and pressed him against the safe he was still working to crack.

"I'm trying to work here!"

Shark relaxed into his seat. "Keep it cool, baby. Birthdays should be chill."

He pulled out a birthday hat, tied the party

hat around Snake's slim head.

Snake's head drooped under the weight of the hat, and his mood drooped with it.

"You do realize we're in the middle of a chase, right now?"

"And rounding out the crew", a police officer noticed a bang in the glove box of one of the police cars pop open, revealing the final member of their team.

"Surprise!" Mr. Piranha shouted, leaping into the face of the nearest cop. He flipped and flopped around the inside of the police car like a Tasmanian devil, causing the car to swerve off course. At the precise moment, Piranha jumped out the window into another cop car. He jumped from cop car to cop car--causing mass chaos.

" is mr. Piranha, He's a loose cannon with a short fuse." Wolf cried out, watching his pal do his best work. "Willing to scrap with anyone or anything."

"He's brave..." Wolf continued announcing. "He's fearless .. "

Eventually, Piranha bounced onto the windshield of the lead cop car, freaking out the driver, who slammed on his brakes and caused a massive pileup.

"Who am I kidding? He's crazy!"

Moments later, Piranha pinballed up and through the air, landing in the Bad Guy mobile.

"Santo cielo" Piranha whooped. "That's a lot of po-po!"

"Uh" "Piranha," Tarantula said slowly, "did we forget something?"

"What" he asked with an exciting look on his face.

"The present" Shark prompted “you know”

Piranha looking around nervously. He'd

been pretty sure he'd taken care of all the cops in hot pursuit, but maybe he'd missed one?

"Oh! Um, of course I didn't forget. " Piranha said hastily, covering for himself. He'd totally forgotten the present.

As his friends shot daggers at him with their eyes, Piranha ripped a tiny fart.

Webs shook her head. "You know, you fart when you lie."

Piranha cowered under her stare. "What no I fart when I'm nervous."

"Yeah," Webs countered. "Nervous about lying!"

Unable to stop it from happening, Piranha launched another fart--but this time it was a giant, silent-but-deadly one.

Within seconds, the entire car filled with noxious green gas.

"PIRANHA!" The rest of the Bad Guys screamed.

"Sorry.. ." Piranha squeaked.

"Don't breathe it in," Wolf reminded the others.

Shark started freaking out and flopped around in the backseat of the car. "I breathed it in!"

The rest of the Bad Guys coughed and stuck their heads out the windows, gasping for fresh air.

As soon as the gas dissipated inside the car, Wolf looked around at his crazy collection of friends and thought--once again- about how lucky he was.

"Yeah, they're a bit eccentric," he muttered.

"Ack" wolf cough, continuing his little narration as the other Bad Guys continued to shriek and wail about the fart.

"But" he said, chuckling, "when you're born us, friends don't exactly win the popularity contest Do I wish people didn't see us as monsters?" he

wondered aloud. "Sure i do... but these are the cards we've been dealt, so we might as well play em."

Just then, Snake successfully cracked the safe. It clicked open and Snake whooped with delight.

"Jackpot!"

Laughing, Wolf spun the car and drifted into position right in front of the police station. The safe popped out in front of a gaggle of cops, who were all standing in front of the building. Every single pair of eyes turned to stare.

“What the thorax?!" Tarantula gasped.

"Are you crazy?" Piranha gurgled.

"What?" Wolf said, winking. "I just wanted a longer car chase. It's the best part."

The chief of police glared out the window. Beside her, one of the other cops said

"Chief...its. it's."

THEM! The chief screamed, her eyes widening to the size of dinner plates. She burst out the front doors of the station. She was going to get her mitts on those horrible criminals one of these days! It was her life's greatest ambition.

The chief kicked down the doors to see them.

"Webs," Wolf said. "Hit it."

Tarantula pressed play on the stereo, and music blared out of the Bad Guy mobile.

"Get them!" the police chief screamed.

#the bad guys #mr wolf #mr snake #mr shark #mr piranha #ms tarantula #the chief

[dastardlydandelion]

hope you're having a swell day, friend. what's a horror film release/debut you're looking forward to?

i am pretty late responding to this, i'm sorry! it's been a busy wk. but i appreciate the swell wishes, and i'm sending 'em right back at you. <3

a horror release i'm looking forward to? ooh, a few.

top of my list rn is the black phone. my one bud rly wants to see it too so we're gonna go when it comes out. she's also a big horror nut, coincidentally tmrw is her birthday and i got her some ghostface merch (i understand u also recently had a birthday, i hope u can forgive my tardiness when i put a bunch of belated birthday puns in ur inbox).

the concept is cool?? a kidnapped kid getting help from the ghosts of the kidnapper's previous victims? and his sister awakening psychic abilities in the wake of his disappearance?? yeah, that's neat!!! and ig it's based on a joe hill story and while i haven't read that particular one, i've enjoyed some of his other work, including by the silver water of lake champlain and twittering from the circus of the dead, both of which also got adapted to screen in the creepshow series.

the firestarter remake! but we already talked abt that one, so i'll move on...

oh, the found footage phenomenon documentary that's going to be on shudder. that's not horror per se, but like, it's abt horror and. i rly enjoy documentaries. and horror history, so. even tho found footage is far from my favorite genre (these commentators seem biased in favor of it in the trailer but i'm still willing to give it a shot atm) and i have a longstanding grudge against cloverfield for having the coolest fucking monster, and yet ONLY SHOWING HER FOR ALL OF TWO MINUTES IN THE MOVIE and poorly at that, bc the character they had holding the camera was a dumbass who couldn't stop shaking it all around.

there's more but i've already rambled on and on, whoops, my bad. i will mention just *one* more bc i'm hype af for melissa barrera, 100% loved her as sam in scream, and i'm always here for women directed/written horror. bed rest! despite my love for ms. barrera, i have to say i'm a lil dubious abt?? casting an actress who's only 31 when the film summary describes the protagonist as someone who's been "struggling to start a family for years??" thaaaat part's a little wonky to me. but i'm willing to look past it bc the concept itself sounds creepy-cool and again, love ms. barrera, she's phenomenal, i'm sure she'll kill the part even if she's a lil on the young side for that particular aspect of the film's description.

#lucdarling #horror 2022 #ty bud