#I had no fucking clue how rough it truly would be

[rosicheeks]

You've been so quiet lately, Princess. We love you and what you post be it a trickle or a tsunami. May you feel all the love and adoration we have for you when you read this and all the asks we send you.

[kkencess]

AKAZA, feenin.

although it might be obvious, there’s one unspoken rule in a relationship. never admit you find another man attractive around your short-tempered husband.

𖤐 info ─── oneshot written by yours truly… i got this idea out of nowhere, and had to write it all before the dialogue disappeared from my head, lol! it was like three in the morning, but i somehow finished this. as an eighteen year old who just turned eighteen, i recommend reading if you’re sixteen, and up! if you aren’t, don’t mention it please!

𖤐 warnings ─── lowercase intended, female! reader, human! akaza, akaza is your fiancé, mild age gap, explicit content, dirty talk, rough sex [punishment sex?], crying, a lil praising, the one time akaza doesn’t respect women, muahaha! just kidding.

most people shamed others for taking on the role of the housewife, but at least for you; it was easy. in a large mansion like the one you lived in, it was only natural others would assume you had it hard. but in all honesty, you didn't. you didn't have any kids at the moment; so that alone was a bonus. cooking was a breeze since you enjoyed it so much, and cleaning wasn't bad since it hardly ever got untidy.

you lay soundlessly in bed, your eyes glued on the phone screen that rested in your hands. a housewife, and a senior in college. of course, all eyes were on you at all times. others often wondered how you scored a faithful husband at the age of twenty one; and honestly, you didn't have a clue yourself.

akaza wasn't in college, like you. he worked for a private organization; and was twenty-seven himself. you didn't have a problem with the miniature age gap; and slightly found it all the more attractive. don’t get you wrong or anything, men these days just weren't up to par. especially those around your age group, or younger. besides, you doubted you'd ever date someone younger than you.

your cheek is engulfed in your palm, black framed glasses falling from your face as you dive your head against the pillow. your glossy lips ruin your pillow, squinted eyes pulled close. you were all caught up on your assignments, surprisingly. you would graduate from college next month, before attending law school.

man.

the distant sound of keys jangling catches your attention, bringing you to raise your head from the pillow. you glance over towards the door, finding it still closed. whatever, your husband must’ve been home. that was great news, considering you were bored; and needed someone to bother. and a coping mechanism to separate your mind away from the stress of law school, and college overall.

you arise from the bed, sighing softly. just before you completely arised; the door opened, revealing a familiar black haired individual. settling down against the edge of the bed, you’re dressed in a cami tee, and shorts. with narrowed brows, you open your mouth to speak, head tilted. “damn, you were out longer than usual.”

akaza sighs, greeting you with a kiss against your forehead. “muzan requested a meeting.”

you roll your eyes at his typical response. “that man is extremely annoying. i’m sure his employees don’t get paid to take part in sudden meetings.”

the other shrugs, setting his suitcase down against the edge of the bed. the buttons of his suit top remained undone, slightly revealing the outline of his toned chest. of course, he worked out very often; but he looked insane. his body looked, and felt unrealistic. especially his muscles. and it was just perfect for you; deeming he often lounged around the house in nothing but sandals, and shorts. your husband looked fucking amazing.

“somewhat hot, but still annoying.” you finish, darting your eyes elsewhere.

akaza’s attention immediately snaps over to meet your own, blue eyes now settled on you. you’re completely silent, scanning the interior of the room with tapered eyes. your ridiculously pretty face is relaxed, though the last words to leave your mouth were completely out of line. you both knew there wasn’t any honesty behind any of what you just voiced, but the boldness of course; is what usually placed the cherry on the top.

“i’m sorry?” the earthy smell of man's cologne seeped from him dearly, infiltrating your nostrils quickly. the scent mashed well with his body wash. he smelled just as great as he looked. lusciously; you lick at your lips, bringing your eyes back over to meet your lover’s own irritation tainted ones.

“what are you saying sorry for?”

the man rolls his eyes, yet doesn’t settle for any more of your bullshit. maybe on a good day he would’ve fallen for it, but after such a long day at work, he figured it wasn’t necessarily worth the sacrifice. muttering something inaudible beneath his breath, he advances forward into another room; the bathroom.

you whine at the lack of attention, pressing your body up from the mattress to step on to the ground. you felt you had at least a bit of the right to be annoying. you hadn’t seen him in a little over twelve hours. those shifts were dangerous; especially to the wife of the man taking them. man, everytime you’d capture a glance at his boss, you’d send him a filthy glare. if there was anyone you truly hated in this world, you’d bet your ass it was fucking muzan, kibutsuji.

“well, that wasn’t fun.”

for what little of the day you had left, you spent your time preparing dinner. akaza hadn’t gotten out of the shower yet; but he always took long; so to you, it wasn’t anything out of character. you figured a breakfast styled dinner wouldn’t hurt. It was a fun choice as well, considering you were craving it these past few days. your husband was never too picky about dinner choices, so he should be fine with the option you settled for.

dinner was silent for the most part. you watched your lover, whilst spooning a mouth full of grits in between your lips.

“are you ignoring me?” you question, breaking the everlasting silence. you’re seated directly across from him, utensils aligned against the transparent glass table. you’re eyeing him shamelessly, cheek pressed against your palm. well, unfortunately for him; the silent treatment only worked in movies.

“it’s about the muzan comment, isn’t it?”

you hoist your legs up to meet akaza’s thigh, letting the anatomy settle hotly against his skin. you’re not completely facing his direction, but your body is angled to meet his. you’re still shoveling pieces of food into your mouth, chowing down on a sausage as you prepare your next bite. you adored how you looked around him, but never when you were eating. it’s not like you ate like a pig or anything, you were just comfortable enough to eat as you would alone.

“i don’t like being ignored, y’know.”

akaza would always answer you. and being who he was (your husband) of course, he knew you well. probably better than you did yourself. so of course, he was wary of the fact that you were a bitch for his attention. sometimes, he’d purposely pretend he couldn’t hear you just to stimulate some sort of reaction out of you. and every single time; it worked. miraculously, but it did.

“i’m aware, [name.]” his tone was stern; low and captivating. you have to press your legs close at the raw sound of it, an array of tingles pulsing through you like a shooting star. your legs dangle off of his own, your chair now pulled a bit closer to his own. the platform of your slippers pressed against the hem of his seating.

“you’re so pretty when you’re upset, babe.” though you were the one who spouted the compliment, your cheeks don’t of course fail to heat up. your tone is quite teasing as well, a playful smile grasping your lips.

“i'm not upset.” he clarifies, eyeing you momentarily. “you’d be a lot more attractive yourself if you stopped making jokes like that about my boss. it’s disrespectful.”

“huh, your boss?” you question, perking a brow. “what’s gonna happen if i don’t?” a smile slowly grasps your lips, eyes darting over to match a gorgeous blue pair.

you weren’t any idiot, of course. you knew he secretly enjoyed it when you talked back; because in a way, it riled him up even more. to fuck you into complete submission, that was. you could simply tell by the way his fingers grasped your ankle tonight would be worth its while.

your back hits the bed’s cushion quite roughly, though the hand grasped around your neck never detached itself from the stated anatomy. you’re pulled into a rough kiss, a soft groan emitted at the rather brutal force; though you were accustomed to it. the male kissed hotly against your lips, savoring every wince emitted, and the shudders performed. you’re pinned down against the cushion, either of your hands pulled against one another; as they’re pinned above your head; near the neatly stacked pillows nearby.

the spaghetti strap tee you wore was hauled up just a bit, revealing your pierced belly. hell, the lounge shorts you wore had ridden up to your mid thigh. a hand of his is free, to lap at the slick coating your thighs; your legs pulling apart to help give him a little more access to what should’ve been his most desirable target.

“you’re always so quiet when we finally go at it.” he started against your lips, where he kissed softly. a finger of his pressed against your clothed clit, earning a slight jolt from you.

you press your eyes shut as his fingers ride against your soaked parts; shutters emitted. he’s quick with his actions; the stated anatomy dipping past your soaked underwear and nearly into you; residing just near your entrance while he teased your clit with his available fingers.

you have to strain a gasp as he loses your lips; mouth now against your neck where he sucked, and bit. nonetheless he’s an expert. you were so fucking soaked and he had only kissed you. nothing else. maybe him being a man of his words played an odd part in it, but for now, you’d give him the benefit of the doubt.

“god, you’re soaking wet, baby. i’m gonna stuff you so fucking well.” cooed the older male, voice as silky as ever. his words alone were enough to increase the amount of pre-cum that currently seeped through your underwear, a shudder animated as you gasped into your palm, when he sunk a finger into you. not just one finger, but two. and his pace started unforgivingly.

he was already plunging his fingers into you with undeniable speed. you could feel the eagerness, your body jolting beneath his own. akaza stared you down mercilessly, lapping at his own lips with the soft pink flesh of his tongue. your fingers grasped desperately at his wrist as his digits pushed through, flush against your walls. you moan out in pleasure, the slight pain pushed quickly aside as you wriggled in his touch. “f—fuck!” you cursed, fingers caressing akaza’s tight muscles. they felt so fucking nice. he worked out often and it showed physically, thankfully.

“gonna come from just my fingers?” he questioned, shoving another one in without restraint. “shit, you are, aren’t you? you aren’t embarrassed?” your face was hot, flustered in mortification, as he confirmed. his words were rather teasing; although his voice remained silky. rather smooth, even. he worked his fingers like a damn god. he knew just what to do to keep you doused in pleasure, while simultaneously making sure it didn’t send you over the edge. it was clear he knew your body better than you did.

“t—to m-much!” you exasperated. it should’ve been criminal. the way your back arched from the bed as he worked his fingers delightfully. he chuckled coldly at your remark, head lowering; before he leveled himself out of your sight, and beneath your trembling thighs. he tore at your lace undergarments with ease, allowing them to fall against the bed’s soft cushion.

“is it?” he seethed, lapping at your pretty, now exposed pussy. your clit glistened with your own produce, spilling against the velvet colored sheets. akaza wasted no time, settling his tongue against the anatomy, circling it just perfectly. his fingers still plunged into you with brute force, his free hand clasped around your thigh harshly, where he gripped to make sure you didn’t escape his grasp.

“my god…” the only thing you could do was take in the pleasure, moaning as your hand pulled down to grasp at his hair. the grip he had on your thigh tightened, earning a wince of pain from you; though the overall pleasure you received from both his fingers, and mouth overthrew whatever pain you previously suffered. you were so fucking close, closer than ever. “akaza— shit. that feels amazing… don’t stop.”

you were positive he would let you cum. at least now. rapid blinks blinded you, your mouth pulled apart as lengthy moans made way. the knot in your stomach had only slightly undone itself; disappointment quickly washed over you when not one, but all of whatever pleasure you had been feeling before completely vanished.

“b-babe?” there wasn’t much time to react; your body quickly being pushed over. you were now laid flat against your stomach, body pressed into the cushion. your face was hot in embarrassment, mind scrambled. you didn’t know what to say. you could hear the male above you chuckle, his hands settled against torso; where his fingers grasped harshly at. you twitch in his caress, the warmth of his breath evident against your neck since he had resided so close to you.

it was quite thick, and heavy— only for what it was, that is. you guess you couldn’t be too mad, since things weren’t looking so bad for you. it was a shame you couldn’t see it, though. it looked pretty. and trust you, you weren’t at all exaggerating. a pretty pink tip, and gorgeous smooth skin following it. it had a perfect arch, one that could easily strike you in all of the right places. you got lightheaded thinking about it, swallowing hard as you await his actions.

“shit, m’gonna fuck you so hard… give you just what you wanted.” he says, either of his palms engulfing your ass. he spread you apart with ease, spatting out a thick wad of saliva against your entrance, that’d be his substitution for lube. you could only whine beneath him, as you mentally prepared yourself for the next few moments.

“you’re lucky i even gave you that much,” he spouts, cock pushing into your entrance. you have to bite into the sheets, limbs weakening as he pushes further, and further into you. with each push came deep breathy grunts, from akaza himself. he only stopped when his hips were locked against your ass, hands sliding down to grasp at your waist. you gasp out in pain, the lack of proper lube making it all the worse for you. not only that, did you even finger prep properly? he should’ve let you come, before.

“shit. you’re so tight, baby. so tight.” he started roughly, plunging in and out of you with an indescribable force. he was reckless, fucking into you with his own neediness. the tears that spiked your vision fell, staining the bed’s sheets. his grunts of pleasure only satisfies you, making you hot all over. he practically tore his way inside of you, yes— but of course, it always felt amazing soon after.

the pleasure gradually builds, moans spilling from your mouth as he delved even deeper into you, striking you in all the right spaces. there’s hardly any pain involved now; only strained moans and whimpers. you crumble beneath him, head hanging against the pillows— hurried, heavy pants occupying your eardrums. akaza couldn’t see your expression, and to be quite honest he was dying to— all he needed was a proper glance at your fucked out face.

so, he settles against the edge of the matress, only detaching himself from you for a second. in the next instant you're resting in his lap, his cock sinking into you without warning. this angle was even better than the last, though the part where he entered always hurt like a bitch. his free hand engulfed your chin, forcing it down so that your gaze matched your own. your eyes were hazy, eyelids hanging low— making it so that you could hardly even see. speckles of stars spiked your vision, vanishing once your eyes finally fell close.

“you’re a mess, sweetheart.” akaza says, tone low and sweet. saliva grazes your lips, hands weakly wrapping around akaza’s shoulders. you couldn’t say a thing— your body wouldn’t allow you to. no, your brain wouldn’t. all you could do was shut up and take whatever he had to offer, like how he knew you would. of course, akaza always got the last laugh. you started things off, but he’d finish them in an unbelievable way.

“shit, you’re making me feel so good. so good, baby.” he protests, a smile engulfing the lips of his pretty face as he takes either of your ankles in his hand, pulling them apart so that they are fully wrapped around his waist, ensuring that you took every inch of him. there wasn’t any running away in this position, and to be quite frank you weren’t upset with the lack of options.

“akaza…” you mutter, with what little strength you had. “m’gonna come…”

the male eyes the hardly evident bulge tracing your stomach, eyes soon tracing further up. he presses a kiss against the exposed skin of your chest, legs trembling as he nears his orgasm. his pace became desperate as he fucked rapidly into you, practically drilling you dry. your head is resting into his shoulder, hanging between the juncture of both his chin, and collarbone. your ass bounces against his cock, the wet sounds audible. dribbling past your lips was drool, that slid down akaza’s back, dipping into the curves of his muscles. you were far too weak to scratch at him, so for now all you could do was take it.

you wanted to speak up, in the least bit do something. it was hard hearing you anyways, when akaza moaned so desperately in your ear, whispering about how good you were; and how well you took him. he pressed a kiss between your chest, blue eyes tracing up your figure. his fingers grasped you roughly, in fact you were sure it would leave some kind of mark.

just another pump was enough to send him over the edge, specks of white shooting into you; not even a drop trickling down your thighs. it doesn’t take long for you to come after him, your mind going completely numb as you clang on desperately to his body. all you could hear were akaza’s strained breaths that seemed to never end. you didn’t know what to say, or do either. nonetheless, you couldn’t stay like this forever.

finally akaza catches himself, catching your chin in between his index finger, and thumb. there’s a slight upturn of his lips, pretty blue eyes eating at you disastrously.

“one more time.”

[tiredfox64]

Well that’s new

Prior notes: My week has been rough I tell ya and I’ve been writing fanfics just to help myself calm down. Also sorry this is projecting :P. Quick edit: we raw dogging, not proofread so probably some errors.

Pairing: Rain(MK1) x Chubby! afab reader

Warnings ‼️: NSFW, nipple play, thigh fucking, fingering (just a bit)

Not many really knew if Rain has a type. He was always so focused on his studies, his only desire was be the High Mage of Outworld. He achieved that yet there was no signs that he would really go after anything else. Basically, everyone wondered if he would ever find a lady to spend his time with. Amara was especially curious as she wanted to know if her son would ever settle down. But that was never on his mind. He had to stay focused on being High Mage and looking good for Outworld.

That was until you walked in with the rest of the Earthrealmers.

You were not there to fight, more of like support and to help out just in case. You’ve helped out Liu Kang for a long time now. You basically started when he first got Johnny, Kenshi, Raiden, and Kung Lao together. And you have truly been a big help with making sure everyone was patched up and ready for whatever. But there was something about you that made Rain’s dislike for Earthrealmer go down just a bit. What was it? He’s not sure yet. He needs to test and experiment to find out.

Rain kept a close eye on you during the tournament. Your body was definitely different than all the other women he has seen in Outworld. You had a pudgy belly which he was surprised to realize it didn’t deter him. Though with that pudgy belly came so much more. Wide hips that looked so nice to grab. Thick, plush thighs that any man would be happy to lay his head on. And those breasts…oh wow. Something came over Rain which made his face heat up and he had to back away from everything. Never before did he ever wanna put his face between a nice pair of breasts before. Yours might be the only nice pair he has seen. So round and like they belong in his hands. Yup, I think he found out what he is attracted to.

Rain had no clue why all that was so attractive and in a way he didn’t really care anymore. Now he was curious on how you felt. It felt wrong. It felt like Rain was abandoning his realm for some girl. It’s not that serious, there are probably plenty of Outworlders who have messed with Earthrealmers, right? Well if Johnny keeps flirting with every girl he sees and is trying to get into Princess Kitana’s pants he doesn’t see why he can’t do the same. He will just be more respectful.

When he heard Empress Sindel make the announcement about the evening banquet he found that to be a perfect time to go up to you. When the time did come he was quick to find you. Immediately he introduced himself to you and only you. He basically ignored every other Earthrealmer that was with you. You were confused at first but wanted to be polite and introduced yourself.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He said before he took your hand and kissed it. You’re already hooked.

Rain wasn’t a charmer or anything. He never flirts or chase women. He tried his hardest with you. All he had to do was listen to you and talk to you. What more could you ask for? You sat across from him at the banquet and almost forgot to eat just because you enjoyed talking to him. He actually enjoyed talking to you too. Finding out what your purpose was, what your life is like, and seeing your personality shine through. It made him feel less guilty for what he was planning to do.

Even when the night ended on a sour note with Shao’s little outburst that still didn’t stop Rain from pursuing you. When everyone was leaving he took you to the side and asked you to meet him in his chambers. He’ll sneak you in and you two can do you know what. You were pretty shocked and your cheeks started to burn you heard that. You’re not one for hook ups or one night stands but…ah screw it. You won’t ever return to Outworld after this. It can’t hurt to leave your mark somewhere. Plus, you did find Rain incredibly handsome and he managed to charm you which isn’t easy. So why not, you deserve to have some fun.

You did just that, being all sneaky just to get dicked down. How promiscuous. It wasn’t difficult for Rain to sneak you in. When he got you into his room he was immediately on you. His lips captured yours. He wasn’t rough but he was hungry for you. He brought you close to his body and had one of his arm wrap around your waist. His other hand went to grab a handful of your ass which made you flinch a little. Rain definitely likes the feel of your ass, giving it a nice squeeze. He doesn’t think he can wait any longer and neither can you.

You got a little nervous when he brought you closer to his bed. You don’t think he is stupid and can’t handle your body. Hell, you already suspect that’s why he was going after you. But you just can’t help but be a little concerned.

“Are you sure you wanna do this with me? I’m a little surprised you do.” You said

For a second Rain just stares at you and you almost think he is contemplating about actually having sex with you.

“Like I’d ever regret anything I do. I’m very certain about this.” He didn’t hesitate to start taking his clothes. Well you heard him, start stripping!

You took your clothes off slowly until you were only left in your bra and underwear. The way your bra held onto your breasts and the way your underwear hugged your hips drove Rain crazy. When he pulled you onto the bed his hands were already on you again. Hands grabbing at your thighs and ass while his face starts to nuzzle into your breasts. You’ve never seen a man so desperate to place his face right between there.

Rain already came to the conclusion that everything about you excites him yet calms in. His mind grows empty with the only knowledge being where his face is and where his hands are. This man was in a tranquil state and you could almost find it cute. That is until you feel something poking at your thigh. Somebody’s excited.

You decide to be a little brave and finally take your bra off. Rain pulled away from you and stared in awe. He was ready to grab at them. You also took off your underwear before lying down on his bed. When Rain saw how your breasts would jiggle slightly whenever you did anything made his eyes widen. It was necessary that he gets a feel of them. He basically pounced on you, his hands grabbing at your breasts and feeling their softness. His lips latched onto one of your nipples which his fingers started to play with the other one. He sucked on it, having his tongue slide over it and swirl around it. It made you shiver and caused a whimper to escape your lips.

The longer he did that the wetter you got. When his hand snuck down between your legs he was surprised at how wet it was. He even managed to slip his fingers inside of you easily, earning him a moan from you. Your breathing grew heavier and his fingers kept pumping into you. You are very ready for him.

His fingers slipped out and you were left empty. The feeling was replaced down there when you felt the tip of his cock going up and down your pussy. You felt it tap against your clit, exciting you even more. Once it was coated from your wetness you felt his cock being pushed into you, inch by inch.

Rain couldn’t hold himself back from groaning. You felt so warm. Your pussy kept squeezing his cock as you got used to it. He took it slow at first as he wanted to make it last. He would go until only his tip was inside of you before slowly thrusting back into you. It made your eyes roll back and you wanted to beg him for more. Luckily for you, this man wanted more as well. His hands went to the back of your thighs, pushing your legs back that your knees were near your head. This thrust became rougher and faster. Oh you were struggling to stay quiet.

Your hand went up to cover your mouth, muffling your moans but not silencing them. The angle Rain had you at made it feel like his cock was going deep. He was hitting that sweet spot to the point you were feeling it in your stomach. That pure ecstasy feeling that pulsated inside of you each time he thrusted in. And the view that Rain had was lovely. Watching as your breasts bounced a little and your belly jiggle was something he won’t ever forget. He found it adorable that you had to cover your mouth just to prevent anyone from hearing you two. Your mind was slipping away from you and your only focus was the cock that was being rammed into you. No thoughts about returning to Liu Kang, no concerns about how the other Earthrealmers are doing. Just how Rain was turning your brain into mush.

Rain got close to you again and pressed his body against yours. You could hear more clearly now the noises he was making. Low grunts and heavy breathing. They slowly turned into whimpers as you recognized he was getting close judging by the little twitching his cock did inside you. You can only hop that he last a little longer just so you can cum.

“Please…just a little more…keep going.” You begged him.

He just nodded as he focused on not cumming inside of you. That would just be foolish. Just a few…more…strokes…and-

If Rain wasn’t holding onto your thighs before you would have certainly wrapped them around his waist. Your head went back into the pillows as you used both hands to cover your mouth. Your moans were clear to him. He could feel your pussy pulsate around his cock, just proving more to him how good he made you feel. The feeling of cumming on his cock was way better than when you would just use your fingers. And although Rain would have loved to keep his cock inside your warm pussy he knew he was about to cum soon. He made the decision to pull out and take hold of your thighs again. He placed his cock right between your thighs, almost immediately cumming when he felt them surround it. He thrusted harsher in between your thighs before you heard a string of whimpers and something warm hitting your body. His cum splatted against your thighs, stomach, and even some got close to your breasts. It was a sight to behold. You and Rain were left breathing heavily and recovering from the orgasm you both experienced.

He was a gentleman and helped clean you up. He never would have imagined he would use his water magic to help clean cum off of someone but it was useful. Once he was done he went laid down beside you.

“Well, how was that?” Rain asked as if he didn’t know he just made you feel amazing.

“Do I even need to say anything?” You joked which did make him chuckle.

“If you liked it so much perhaps you should visit Outworld more often. I would be delighted to host you and show you around.”

“Imma have to beg Lord Liu Kang to allow me back. I don’t mind doing that if that means I get another experience with a man like you.”

So it’s set. You don’t care if you have to beg on your knees you will come back to Outworld. Rain is more than pleased to have you come back, finding you to be just the right woman he wants. As you both cuddle together, his face right between your breasts again as you both succumb to sleep, you had a lot to plan.

My advice? Being a few condoms with you. No, not a few, a lot. You’re gonna need to say safe and prepared on your multiple trips to Outworld.

After notes: I said I would do it and I did. This is my first time ever posting my work. I hope to make some people happy and like I said before this is kind of projecting but for my other works I’ll try not to do that. This man just needs some love and I am here to show it. Also this was originally a request I had for someone that I sent in but then I felt bad for doing it. So I guess if they ever do it well whoops I don’t need it no more. Anyways I might even post this on AO3 cause I don’t see much on there for him either. Adiós!

[gartenofbanny]

Overture is the first official episode for Hazbin Hotel, and after nearly four years of waiting, somehow, this episode is very bad. I'm not going to provide a summary of the episode but instead I'm going to provide what I liked and what I didn't like. So let's get started.

Positives

The animation for this episode is pretty good. While it isn't really as smooth as Helluva's and has some noticeable errors, it's still well animated for the most part.

Adam's part if the song is honestly a fucking bop and thankfully the genre is different from most Helluva songs.

Lute is my favorite character in this episode. She's a cold, stern Exorcist who hates demons. I have no clue why she isn't the leader, but Adam is considering how seriously she takes being an Exorcist and how professional she is for the most part.

This little bit with Niffty having stage fright is pretty funny.

And that's it for the positives now onto the negatives.

Negatives

One of the things I really hate about this episode is that it reveals WAY too much so early on. In this episode, it's revealed that Adam and the other Exorcists like killing Demons essentially doing it for sport, rendering Charlie's redemption useless, Exorcists are able to fucking die, and Adam has moved his schedule from another year to 6 months for the next Cleanse.

I honestly expected the first episode to show Charlie trying to redeem demons, a twist like that would've worked if it was like halfway through the season.

This episode, for some reason, has two plotlines when it would've been better if it just stuck with Charlie meeting the Exorcist one. We spent some minutes of this episode with Vaggie trying to make a TV commercial for the Hotel, however we never get to see the commercial itself, so what was the point?

Secondly, why would Vaggie and Charlie ask Alastor to make a television commercial for them? His entire thing is radios. It's like having a powerlifter do a track video. They're both completely different skill sets with their own benefits.

Also, if Alastor really does hate televisions THAT much, then why was he entertained when Katie and Charlie fought in the pilot by watching Televison?

I'm honestly unsure whether or not the pilot for Hazbin Hotel is canon. Adam states that it has been a week since the cleanse, Vaggie states that they recruited Alastor for the hotel last week, and the pilot takes place some time after the Cleanse. While the Helluva Boss pilot isn't canon anymore, it's up in the air whether or not the Hazbin Pilot is.

This fucking cat is still confusing. It literally just appeared in this episode with no explanation of how it was made or came to be or what it even does.

Adam, as a character, is one of the most irritating I've ever seen. He embodies those "If this was written by Vivziepop" memes, his singing voice is top notch, but as a character, he doesn't act any different from the demons he's supposed to kill. So it makes me question what's even the difference between Angels and Demons.

Last but not least, Adam says that there won't be a Demon left alive to kill another Exorcist.

And right off the bat does Adam know that killing every Demon in Hell is literally impossible? As long as humans die, Sinners are going to keep existing. Unless if Heaven decides to make everyone into angels, which is highly unlikely. And Lute says herself that Charlie and her family are exempt from the yearly cleansing, so they're not truly getting rid of every possible threat in Hell.

Overall, I'd give this episode a 5/10. It's a very rough start, especially since Vivziepop and her writers had nearly 4 years to write this out, but it's just very messy.

[notroosterbradshaw]

slow dancing in a burning room - six

word count: 5.5k

warnings: nsfw 18+, smut, language, angst.

part of: The Boyfriend Experience universe

a/n: well, they're broken. it's unceremonious and it's real and they're hurting so deeply, coping in ways only they know... the wrong way. You're here to meet Bad Choice Bradley, I presume? I hope you enjoy it. thanks to those who read, reblogged and commented on previous chapters. you’re doing god’s work. I truly appreciate all the effort you make to show your support and if you like it… please comment and reblog it! x

five.two

“Rooster,” Annie smiled before him, Ava strapped to her chest in her baby carrier sleeping peacefully.

Bradley felt his poor, old heart sink because he’d done so well to now avoiding you and your family since everything blew the fuck up in your relationship. It was a small town and the more you tried to avoid someone, the more likely they were to cross your path. “Ann,” he gave a slight smile. “How you doin'?”

“Morning coffee brings me back to life after a rough night,” she reported. “Not on base today? Look at the beard,” you said, fondly as he realised Annie didn't have a clue. 

“No,” he bit back the sour taste in his mouth. Obviously you’d not told your family about his pending trial… and in a way, he guessed he was thankful. It probably brought a certain amount of embarrassment to you, if he thought about it truthfully, given Viper and the respect he still commanded at work and from the locals. You didn’t need his bullshit on your shoulders. "Few more weeks to myself. Just finished my run,” he said even though it appeared the most obvious thing in the world. Shorts, runners, Navy tank glued to him, sweating from top to toe from morning humidity.

He just wanted to get his coffee and head home to shower. He should have just forgone the fucking caffeine. He had a perfectly good coffee machine at home for Christ’s sake. He cursed the fact you introduced him to this coffee shop and he knew, eventually he’d see you here, but he’d been so smart. He knew your work schedule and now, he was always the first in line when he knew your first classes for the day were clocking over. He was no dummy - sure, he had his moments when his head was stuck up his ass, but caffeine was his drug of choice and after you’d secretly revealed to him the best in the town and he was addicted.  “Lucky. You just missed her…” Annie told him softly, nodding off in the direction towards work... his villa was in the opposite direction and taunting him and his poor choices.

He hummed, unreadable. “Did I?”  He was pleased with the relief that washed over him. It was such a non-committal response and he knew he owed Annie so much better. Annie wasn't the cause of his recurring cycle of problems. But shit, he was so good at making his problems... everyone’s.

“Loves her morning coffee,” Annie waved her reusable cup towards him, and gee, it was so awkward. Rooster nodded, pleased that he wasn’t the only uncomfortable one in this conversation. Even Annie, usually outgoing, funny Annie, seemed completely out of character with her current word vomit.

And though he was desperate to, he would not ask after you because he knew there was no way you could feel as awful as he did but he forced it out anyway. “How is she, Annie?” he tried to hide the sadness in his voice, but it was impossible. He was so desperate to catch even the slightest whisper about you - whether it was Annie, Phoenix or any other mutual acquaintances. The radio silence was quietly killing him.

After a beat, Annie replied warily, “A wreck. Not that she’d ever let us know. We’re not seeing hell a lot of her so that kind of speaks for itself, I guess. Or it's exactly what she wants, I don't know," she rambled because Bradley could see Annie didn't know what to do to help you, and that hurt him more. The frustration in the air was paramount. The people you were once closest to now the one furthest at arm's length and he knew that was because of him.

“Right,” he replied, forcing a lack of interest in his voice. He didn’t want to sound emotional that you were upset, but he certainly didn’t want to feel sad for you for the decision that you made. Bradley needed you to know that you were feeling the way you were feeling for what you decided to drag you both through. He wanted to work things out, he didn't want either of you to be hurting like this - “Sorry to hear that.” He shrugged, knowing how cold it sounded and the surprise on Annie's face telling the story. What the fuck else was he supposed to say?

All the texts he'd sent bounced, and he knew you'd blocked him - what was the use of calling? He considered sending flowers, champagne, fucking skywrite if it got your attention, but all his desperate ways for your attention would fall on deaf ears. And as desperate as he was to go to you, knock on your door and hold you until reason came back into that smart brain of yours, he knew for now, you simply needed your time. He just hoped it wasn't forever.

“So... how are you?” Annie asked, welcomingly changing the subject.

He shrugged, sipping his coffee. He didn't feel like admitting he was about to head home, shower and see his JAG. It just didn't feel like it could roll off his tongue properly without the rest of his life crashing around him. He’d been so good to protect his façade and damn, he lied so easily. It was his most hated personality trait and he wished he could stop it, but sometimes it was just easier. “PT,” he lied, but he knew fully well Annie didn’t care for his physical recovery - she had good intentions but he knew she wanted to pry into his convoluted, messed up brain, see if he was as tragically missing her sister, if he was as tormented as you were. 

Dissect and get into the deepest, darkest crevices. 

But Bradley would never tell. There were enough people trying to get in there as it was. And right now he wasn’t going to give anyone the benefit of that bullshit. That hurt stayed with him, no matter the cost. It motivated him, got him through the day to be better, stronger, harder and he wasn't letting his guard down for anyone, not Annie, not Phoenix, not Mav.

Not you. No one.

“That’s fantastic,” she said as Ava wriggled against her, waking. “I’m glad for you, Rooster,” Annie bobbed to settle the little one, whining and probably ready for her morning feed. "You need your head in the clouds."

If that ever happened again.

“She got big,” Rooster said, keenly changing the subject and turning his attention to Ava. He reached for her her little hand and Ava wrapped her chubby little palm against his pointer. Bradley knew even if kids weren't in his future, the future he had quietly hoped to share with you, this was a cute kid and it only reminded him of you when you were playing World’s Greatest Aunty and putting the idea in his head that maybe… yeah, he could get the family he always wanted with you. It was going to take more to desensitise himself, he realised. 

“They do that,” Annie said, with a gentle smile. “Way too quickly. I feel like she's minutes away from rolling, crawling, and then up and walking out to college."

And Rooster laughed, because there was Annie, the Annie he grew up with. They both needed that little break in the terse. "I hope not that fast," he gently pressed a kiss on Ava's knuckles and loosened his finger, free again.

"Well, I’d better get her home for some food and start our day. Good to see you, Rooster,” she gave him a small smile. “If you need anything, call me, okay? Don’t be a stranger.”

Bradley did the cordial thing and nodded. “Will do. See ya around, Annie," he said, not waiting for a dragged out goodbye and heading in the other direction. He had a house to start bringing back to life even if he had fallen apart in every other way.

It had been about month since you and Bradley… yeah. Since then. Things had been fairly busy for you, you’d stayed to yourself, regardless of nagging from your family, some other friends who wanted to claim your time now you were single again and, of course, Natasha. She was shipping out in a few days and wanted to have a drink but the last place you’d be caught dead at was The fucking Hard Deck. Reassuring everyone you were good, or okay, was next to useless. No one believed you anyway.  

You'd kept yourself busy. The apartment needed to be unpacked again, with no time like the present, a perfect time to purge and it felt so much better in your small part of the world that you’d rid yourself of those little things you simply didn’t need anymore. Clothes, kitchenwares, changed up the orientation of the bedroom, indulging and confusing yourself with feng shui and vastu shastra on household karma/good vibes among other things. 

But you really did feel lighter. You built a cute study nook for your business stuff. You and Bradley had planned to use one of the rooms in the Bradshaw place, giving you more time to work from home, instead of staying later after classes to do your never-ending small business accounting.

But that wasn’t the case now and you had all the time in the world.

“Fuck, Nat. Stop,” you muttered to yourself, scarfing down some leftovers for dinner. It was late and frankly, you had little to no interest in heading out, even if it was to a venue of your choice. You had to give Natasha credit: she was trying so hard to release you from your self-imposed imprisonment. You know what you were up for - 20 questions about how you were coping. You'd be lying to say you weren't worried about his impending trial and were curious to reach out. But it probably would just distract him and he didn’t need that. You were sure it was this week or next. 

Maybe you would get Grandpa to contact Bradley? 

But as far as you were concerned, Bradley seemed to be doing just fine. Like you’d agreed, you didn’t need each other anyway. Besides, he hadn't contacted you - and you hadn't let him after yep, taking the high road and blocking him. Maybe he needed this more than you did, you tried to reason with yourself. A guy like him didn't deserve to be tied down with someone who had the baggage you did. He deserved better. 

You tossed your fork on the plate, suddenly not hungry for the stir fry you were desperate for only minutes earlier although the need to get tiddly didn't sound terrible at all.

Enjoying his quiet drink, Rooster knew his time was running out as Phoenix sidled her way to him, a fair smile on her face. Unreadable, and God, he hated that. “Didn’t know you were coming out tonight,” she commented, as she put two beers on Payback’s tab, placing one before Bradley. 

She followed his gaze to the pretty woman across the bar, making pathetic doe eyes and suggestive overtones with her beer bottle and tongue. Natasha would never get used to it. And sadly, Rooster seemed pretty into it, for what she could gather. “Know her?” Phoenix asked as Rooster’s lip quirked and he stumbled to find an undefined answer.

Truth be told, yeah. Rooster did know her. Not super well, but well enough to remember how into him she seemed as she led him back to her place last week, the first person he’d fucked since… and, he supposed, it was fine. It was good, she was eager to please and she had zeroed in on him the minute he walked in last week and again tonight. Rooster didn’t generally put his boots under the same bed twice, but he lately wasn’t feeling particularly fussy. He did ask himself if there was a supposed grieving period for how long he should probably wait before getting into the game again but his brain (and Hangman) told him what he needed to hear.

Fuck her. 

“Oh, Rooster, no. You slept with her?” Natasha asked, the disappointment dripped from her voice and Bradley felt about three feet tall.

“Oh, fuck this,” he bemoaned. “She broke up with me, I have to be celibate too?” he asked. It seemed so rehearsed and he didn't lie but he knew the shit he was going to cop for spending time with any woman that wasn’t you. 

Natasha sighed. “No, I guess not.” 

“Believe it or not, I can fuck who and when I want, Phoenix,” he gruffly reminded her. "You don't get to dictate."

“No, you’re right,” she agreed. Who was she to argue? She was desperate for her friends to get over this little ‘blip’, but seeing you separately and the hurt you’d both caused each other, she began to wonder if this blip as she'd hopefully referred to is as was really the end of what could have been the best thing that happened to both of you. 

You were no longer a couple. Rooster had moved into his parents' old place alone and seemed to be enjoying taking to it with a sledgehammer. You were doing your usual MO when things went sour – you didn’t answer calls, and rarely responded to texts before anyway. You were working and looking at growing the business, so it was the best excuse in the books not to come to the bar, a surefire way of making sure she didn’t pump into Bradley.

“I can’t see him, Nat. He was the love of my life. And not being able to touch him, kiss him, laugh with him? It would just kill me,” you had told her sadly, week’s earlier when Natasha came over unannounced and sporting Thai food and rosé. 

“What is so fucking funny is that I keep hearing how badly she is doing, yet no one gives a flying fuck that maybe, just maybe, I’m going through it too," Bradley muttered, Natasha surprise crossing her face as he continued, "Nat, we were moving in together. But it’s over now,” he poured what was left of his beer down his throat, knowing that coming out tonight was not his wisest idea. Bad Choice Bradley was bubbling in his bloodstream and frankly, he didn't mind if he escaped. He was so sick of doing everything by the rules, but where had that gotten him? Absolutely no-fucking-where. Jobless and Loveless. “And for the record?” he hissed purposefully to Natasha. “I was in that fuckin’ relationship too. I didn't call time.” 

“Okay, okay,” she said softly. “I’m sorry. You’re right. You’re wholeheartedly allowed to feel that way. We just don’t see you… as down about it,” she used her words carefully.

“It was weeks ago,” he sniped.

“It wasn’t that long - ”

“Jesus, Phoenix. She was the fucking love of my life,” he hissed. "I wanted to work this out. She blocked my number, she wants nothing to do with me."

Natasha held her palm towards his chest but didn’t dare touch him, she could feel the heat, the anger reverberating off him. “Okay, I agree. I’m sorry, I know you’re hurting, buddy. And I’ve let you down.”

He frowned and paused. “What are you talking about?” 

“This isn’t just the breakup, Rooster,” Natasha said, adjusting her posture to stand with him and continuing before she could let up. “Everything has been a bit of a shitstorm. Your past is always following you around, you were part of a suicide mission that almost got you killed and now you’re waiting for trial and I should have been doing more to make sure you were okay with that."

And for the moment, Bradley was silenced and frown in reply.

"Are you still seeing the shrink?”

He huffed out a breath, replacing his beer eagerly with the one Natasha had slid towards him. He didn’t need this holier-than-thou bullshit where Natasha got to try and save him to be really honest. He just gazed back at her, now unreadable. 

“Isn’t it mandatory?” she pressed lightly. “You should really be talking to someone – ”

“I’m still going, I’m hating it. If I don’t get clearance from the shrink, I never get in my jet again regardless of how the trial plays itself out. Satisfied?” he rolled his eyes. “See ya later, Phoenix,” he said, leaving his her side and heading over to his new friend, who greeted him with a tender kiss on the side of his mouth, and while he wasn’t repulsed, you used to do that to him, and he didn’t like it half as much as he used to.

“Didn’t think you were going to come over and say hi, Rooster.”

“I’m here with friends,” he admitted, whom he’s just ditched to come over here and line up an easy lay for the night. 

“You wanna dance?”

He nodded, a small grin gracing his features that didn’t quite make it to his eyes. “Yeah, lemme hit the bathroom first really quick, okay?” 

“Sure,” she smiled as he grasped her forearm, gave the easy smoulder and disappeared. And she, with the name he couldn’t recall (but really wanted to), devotedly followed moments later. Messy, unplanned bar head wasn’t on his bingo card for the night, but he’d surely take it. He tried to be surprised when she cornered him into the stall and undid the few top buttons on her shirt, her breasts brushing against his chest as she groped his half-hard cock and played with the zip on his jeans before letting her soft, warm palm slide beneath his boxer briefs. His breathing immediately shallow because her hand was better than his hand and she sank to her knees and licked her lips, she didn't give an ounce of hesitation to take him deep.

He guessed he never really had to work hard to get what he wanted. 

And he couldn’t hate himself more for it, because he compared everything to you. The way your big, beautiful eyes would peer up at him, begging for reassurance you were pleasing him, giving everything he deserved and more, your delicate strands he’d mess his long fingers into… it wasn’t the same but he came deep in the back of her throat that she swallowed and tidied up devoutly and he kind of wanted to be sick. But as she did that thing with her tongue, he wanted to cum so badly, as she gripped his thighs to keep her balance, he regarded her, knowing this wasn’t a woman he could fall in love with. He would only ever love one woman and right now, she wanted nothing to do with him. 

He shook the notion from his head, concentrating on how silky her tongue caressed the head of his cock and remembered this didn’t happen all the time and to enjoy it as he thrust into her face, closing his eyes and imagining you again, getting him over the line as he knotted his fingers in her hair and fucked her face. Seeing you and those pretty sounds you’d make gagging on his cock, deep as you possibly could and what you couldn’t, pumping in your delicate palms. 

He grunted as he came in wild spurts down her throat until he was spent and watched as she tidied him up, sweetly placing his softening dick back in his boxers and pulling his jeans back into place, sweetly caressing his throbbing groin. 

With a quiet laugh, he helped her to her feet, cupping her chin a little rough. "You didn't need to do that, you know?"

"No," she agreed. "But you tasted so good time, I couldn't wait for more."

Bradley blushed, mostly ashamed. He certainly had nothing to be proud about. “I’ll be right out…” he said to her and she nodded and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her lipstick was improper, her hair was well and truly a mess. Just how he liked it… if it was you. And he knew she would run out to tell her friends exactly what had happened, darting out alone.

Rooster looked at himself in the mirror, taking in his reflection and rubbed his tired face. “Who the fuck are you, Bradshaw?” he accused himself. He took a deep breath, ran his hands under the cool water, washed his palms then splashed some water on his flushed face. “Jesus,” he muttered to himself before inhaling sharply and straightening up. 

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck,” Natasha muttered to herself as Bob caught wind of her strife and looked up from his peanuts, concerned for his friend. "Fuckkk."

“What’s up, partner?” he asked, perplexed. She lifted her phone and the text you’d just sent. “Oh,” Bob said, adjusting his glasses, a trait he did constantly as he grew nervous. “That is… that is not good.” 

“No…” Natasha agreed, casting her gaze to find Rooster, but he was nowhere to be found. “Shit.” 

Rooster had spotted his new friend with her group and gave a slight nudge towards the exit when she caught his eye. Excitedly, she gave a wink back as her friends gave her teasing words of encouragement but Rooster didn’t care. He just needed to get out of there. 

The bar was stifling and he didn’t feel like Phoenix’s third degree on his life choices anymore. He wasn’t a dickhead – he was well aware he was making poor decisions. Bad Choice Bradley. But this wasn’t his first one lately, and it certainly wouldn’t be his last.

Darting through the throng of officers and civilians, he made a beeline for the door, thrusting it open, and he’d be lying to say in his frustration, there was some heat and malice behind it.

“Jesus, goddammit,” the voice hissed on the other side, the heavy door hitting a patron on the other side trying to enter. Rooster tried to catch them, almost knocking them to the ground in the process and he couldn't believe his dumb luck that it was you who were on the other side as he tried to phantom his escape. You skipped backwards quickly as Rooster yanked the door back, trying to stop its force. His face paled when he realised just who it was he’d almost knocked off their feet.

He whispered your name, and you’d swear you had seen a ghost. “Shit, I’m so fuckin' sorry," he said, the recognition all over his face as he took you in, scared and studying you.

"Shit," you muttered. Bradley could hear the pain in your voice, whether it was through injury or just disgruntled, he couldn't be sure. “Hey,” you said nervously. This was not how you wanted to see him for the first time since you’d broken up. 

“I was just leaving,” he explained, reminding you the door had walloped you in the elbow and you rubbed it in recollection, a gentle thrum from its impact. He looked back over his shoulder. “Shit, I’m so sorry,” he said again. He so badly wanted to reach out and kiss your injury better. The injury he caused, and he loathed himself for it. “How bad I get you?” he asked softly, taking a step closer. 

Before he got closer, you closed in on yourself and covered the sting in your elbow with a step or two. “It’s fine, Brad – Rooster. It’s no worries,” you reassured him, flippantly. Your body language told him everything he needed to know. He was flatlining. 

He nodded slowly, saddened at how you recoiled from him. "You sure?"

"Yeah. I'm sure."

“Okay. Sorry, huh?” 

“It’s fine really,” you said as a pretty young thing wandered out. She joined Bradley on his hip and you didn’t miss how her hand curved into his elbow and how his face changed, the guilt masking his handsome features. She looked back at you both expectedly. 

“Ready to go, Rooster?” she asked as he paused, gauging your response. He knew his timing was about as bad as it could be. 

And yep, it looked exactly as it looked. 

“Yeah. I’ll be just a minute,” he said, the embarrassment etched all over his skin as he ripped out your heart and toyed with it in his beautiful hands before you. His ears reddened and he licked his lips as she wandered away, calling back over her shoulder when she’d reached his Bronco. Well, she knew his car, maybe this wasn’t as new as it looked. 

Yep, it looked exactly as it looked. 

You’d thank Natasha personally for the warning in a moment - she probably wouldn't like it though. “Friend of yours?” you figured trying to balance your tone. Who were you to get upset at him? To Bradley Bradshaw, you were no one and that was what hurt the most.

“Something like that,” he admitted quietly. 

Maybe you didn’t need that drink Nat promised. You needed Penny to drown you in the top shelf. “Nat’s waiting for me,” you explained to him. “Have a good night, Rooster,” you told him as he reluctantly pulled the door open for you to scurry under his strong, golden arm and get lost in the Friday night throng. He watched after you until he lost you.

Rooster ran his clammy palm over his face, he felt ill as he stepped away from the door. He wanted to be sick, he knew exactly how pathetic he looked. Why the fuck didn’t Natasha tell him you were coming? He would have hauled ass ages ago and without incident. He pulled his phone out and threw a brutal one-liner at her about giving him a head’s up next time and made his way to his car, where his friend/date/hook up/whoever was waiting with a bright grin. 

“Thought you were gonna ditch me,” she laughed lightly, he could hear the uncertainty in her voice. 

“Look, I’m really sorry, but I’m not feeling too well right now, and I have a real early start tomorrow morning. Think we could take a rain check?” he asked, keeping a safe distance from her. She raised an eyebrow.

“You sure? Five minutes ago, you seemed really fucking into that blowjob in the bathroom,” she hissed at hime. And it was fine head, her lipstick was still smudged on his cock, he would always be appreciative of anyone giving him their best. But again, it wasn’t your pretty lips, nose desperately trying to nuzzle the soft hair at his happy trail, staring up at him like he possessed all the stars in the sky. God, he was truly beginning to hate himself and he missed your mouth, however smart it was, wrapped around his cock, giving him an earful... kissing him.

He shook his head dismally. “Look, I can’t do this, okay? M’sorry,” he unlocked the car, hopped into the driver’s seat and keyed the ignition, peeling out of the carpark to the allotment of insults and birds being hurled his way. It would be some time before he decided to venture back to The Hard Deck, which was probably best.

And deservingly so, he reminded himself. He'd take a few weeks off from the bar, he’d been through this before. Never go back to the scene of the crime, especially after one-night stands. He knew better, but it all seemed so easy tonight until you were before him and ruined everything. 

He pulled into a car park, the ocean bustling before him and he sat for a moment, his palms latched onto the steering wheel, his knuckles white as the adrenaline of the night coursed through his veins. Taught and teetering, he stared out to the ocean, needing answers to all the questions in his messed up brain.

God, you looked so beautiful. You had done something different to your hair, not a lot, just subtle, but he noticed it, the scent of his favourite perfume, it was so ridiculously expensive but it was the only real fancy thing you afforded yourself even if you used it sparingly, that drifted off you and enveloped him. He remembered it on his pillows, it lasted for the week until the sheets were changed. 

But your eyes… They told the story. Seeing each other was a shock to the system, but you just looked so upset when… fuck, whatever her name was made her presence known. Getting his phone from his pocket, he sighed and found your last texts to each other. 

It was all so sweet. 

You: I love you, big boy. Hurry home to me xxx

Bradley: Love you too. Lemme finish up and I’ll be right there x 

He ignored the subsequent texts he tried to send that all bounced back. Now it all seemed like another world and another time.

“So, yeah, that was fun,” you told Natasha as she gave Penny the signal to keep lining the shots up. 

“You okay, darlin’ heart?” Penny asked sadly. Not that she wanted to pry, but Live had asked her to keep an eye on you if and when she could and she didn’t know if your mother was really wanting to see how brokenhearted you were.

“I’m awful,” you confided, voice strong but powerful because if you didn’t talk about this, you’d sink into another one of those solitary states where you wallowed in the misery of your broken heart, you were going to explode. “I have ruined the best thing that has happened to me then I get to see him take a one-night stand home.”

In no world would Natasha tell you this wasn’t their first hook-up and tossed back one of the lined up shots to avoid putting her foot in her mouth. “He’s slipped back into old habits,” Natasha shuddered as the tequila burned. She wasn’t defending him, but it was what it was as Penny made some polite excuses to continue working. “He a fucking moron, all dudes are the same. Easy pussy, get their dicks wet. They should all be lobotomised," she raised her shot and you, Natasha and Penny whipped the shots back.

But Rooster Bradshaw owed you absolutely nothing. And he proved he knew it too.

“He talked to me like a stranger. He’s never spoken to me like that in thirty years.”

“What do you mean?”

“Has he said he’s missed me or anything?” you asked, sadly and as Natasha prepared to answer, you dismally added, “I’ve ruined everything because I was scared about all the wrong things. Nat, I’ve messed this up and I don’t know what to do to fix it.”

She nodded but she heard what she heard. “…do you want to fix it?”

“I can’t function without him. I am just bumbling along, missing him while he is recovering alone. He's about to stand trial... he needs support,” and you know fully well that Natasha, Penny, Mav and others had Bradley's back but you also knew there were only a few people he'd truly let help him. “Will you still be here for the trial?”

She nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be here… I’m a witness. It’s the day after tomorrow.”

“Can you tell me how it goes?”

She nodded. “Of course.” 

“I can’t believe I gave all this up.”

She nodded. “I hate seeing you hurting like this.” Both of you, she wanted to add.

“Does he talk about me?” you asked quietly.

Phoenix sighed, she didn’t want to get into this. Anything he’d ever told her was done so in confidentiality. And while you were her great friend, he was too. Rooster didn't have many confidants. "I - "

“Natasha. Does Bradley want to fix us?” you raised your eyes, and Natasha saw the tears that threatened to spill. 

“I don’t know,” she admitted. Only hours before he was talking about his latest conquest. She saw that woman follow him into the bathrooms but she had no idea where her friend stood, even if she knew you two were so much better together. She could tell you how angry about it he was. But there was no way that was going to help the situation even if she was desperate to say or do anything that could possibly help.

You shrugged and took another shot. “Whatever, he’s clearly moved on and I will just have to accept that. Another round?" you asked, a casual frown gracing your features and Natasha nodded.

"One more," she loaded the bar up and couldn’t imagine being in her plane tomorrow if this was how the night was going to go. 

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[thatonegirlonhere]

Everyone’s talking about mafia boss bakugou or handy man bakugou or piercer bakugou, what about bartender bakugou. Jesus that would be so hot so here ya go- a gift from me to you.

CW: smut, porn with TONS of plot

(I will be turning this into a series)

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after a 10 hour shift at work burdened with nothing but exhaustion and frustration with your pain in the ass boss, the second you got home you decide that you needed a drink so you ubered to the closest bar you could find knowing that you were going to get drunk. You walked up to the bar, head hanging low, not wanting anyone to even try to talk to you and sat down in one of the bar stools with a huff.

“Damn, you look like you had a rough day” You heard the bartender say as you looked up to see him smirking down at you. “Thanks” you say sarcastically. “What can I getcha” he said with a cocky grin drying a cup. “I don’t know, you choose” you say brushing your hair out of your face. “Alright then, one screw driver coming up” “thanks” you respond tiredly. You watched closely as he poured the liquor and mixed the drink. He was wearing a button up that looked like it was gonna rip open if he flexed his muscles even once. You imagined how he would look shirtless and you shook your head blushing and forcing yourself to look away. ‘This guy probably fucks every girl that walks into this bar and I’m not even going to think about being the next one’ you think to yourself “Here ya go” he said passing the drink to you cutting off your thoughts. You half ass smiled and chugged it all in one go.

Screw drivers aren’t meant to be chugged and you knew that but you did it anyways just trying to clear your head as quickly as possible.

He stared at you with a grin. “Damn, maybe I should’ve given you a couple shots instead. so what happened to you today princess?” You couldn’t help but chuckle at the nickname. “My boss is a dick, if it’s not her way it’s the wrong way whether it works or not. She has the worst god complex I’ve seen in my entire life. She enrolls kids that we don’t have space for and she truly believes she’s doing nothing wrong. I’m just glad it’s Friday so I won’t have to see her for the next two days.” “Teacher huh? You don’t look like a teacher” “yeah I’m a preschool teacher and what’s that supposed to mean” you say this time being the one smirking looking up at him as he towered over you. this guy has got to be at least 6’5 and I mean at LEAST. “No clue, I’ve just never seen a teacher with that many piercings and tattoos.” “Valid” you say as he passes you 2 tequila shots and you down those with no problem at all. You could feel myself starting to get tipsy. “Ya know princess, you’re gonna get pretty drunk pretty soon if you keep that up” there were about 10 other people sitting at the bar and one other bartender. This guy should be helping out with the other customers but seems to be focused on just you. “Yeah that’s the plan. I need to take my mind off of today” you retort quickly. “What’s stopping you from quitting?” “Bills” you say letting out a groan tossing your head back. “Gotta pay rent some how, plus I love the kids it’s just my boss that makes it tough” You say with your head still thrown back against the chair and you laugh. He passes you two more tequila shots and you swallow those ones with ease and start to slur your words. You didn’t even notice how close the bar was to empty. “FINISH UP KATSUKI, BAR CLOSES IN 20!!” A man yells from the back. “Sorry princess, gotta cut you off” the man you now know as bakugo says as he collects your empty glasses. “Katsuki huh?” “Yep, katsuki bakugo at your service.” He said tipping an imaginary hat. You let out a little giggle. “Cute” he said smirking and passing you a glass of water and a bowl of pretzels. “Try and get a little sobered up, princess” “cute huh? I bet you say that to every girl that walks in here” you say as you pop a pretzel in your mouth. “Tch’ no way, all the girls here are either annoying as hell or just not my type” You start to laugh. “So which am I? Your type? Or not annoying? Since you called me cute.” You say eating more pretzels feeling yourself go from straight up drunk to just tipsy. “Both” he says smirking. “What makes me different?” “Hmmmm let’s see, for starters, you didn’t hit on me the second you walked up” he said chuckling. “Ah, and what makes me your type?” “Hah, that’s an easy one, the piercings, the dyed hair, your sarcasm, not to mention you’re pretty funny, oh and can’t forget the fact that you’re cute as hell, and definitely submissive judging by the fact that you blushed every time I called you princess” you could feel the heat in your cheeks rising. “Well you’re not too bad looking yourself” you say resting your chin on your hand. “10 MINUTES KATSUKI” the man in the back shouted again. “SHUT UP OLD MAN, I KNOW” katsuki quickly shouts back. “Wow, you talk to your boss like that?” You say laughing and eating the last of the pretzels and drinking the rest of your water. “Eh, he’s my uncle” “oooohhhhhhh” you say rolling your eyes. As katsuki quickly wipes the counter down. “Mind if I drive you home? It’s nearly 2am” he asked nervously. “Mmm I don’t know, is it smart to get in a strangers car? I can just take an Uber” he rolled his eyes. “Okay so an Uber driver is more of a stranger than I am, we’ve been talking for the last 2 hours and you’d rather go with someone you’ve never even spoken to?” I sigh “I was just teasing, I’m not that dumb” you say laughing as you pull out your wallet to pay for the drinks. “On the house princess” you pull your card out anyways passing it to him. “I don’t take handouts” he smirked “crazy woman” he pushed your card back to you and walked over to the register swiping his own.

“No fair!” You shout as he laughs. You watch him walk to the back and clock out laughing. He walked back out and over to you smirking “let’s go princess” you stand up shaking your head in sarcastic disappointment as you followed behind him. He led the two of you to a black dodge challenger and you paused. ‘HOW THE HELL CAN HE AFFORD SOMETHING LIKE THIS AS A BARTENDER?!?!’ You scream internally as he unlocks the car and holds the passenger side door open. He starts to drive “What’s your favorite movie, if I have it then you have to come to my place and watch it with me, deal?” He said “hmmmmmm fine, as embarrassing as it is… 50 shades of grey” You watch as a smirk grows on his face. “Have it” he quickly responded and your eyes went wide “well shit” you said he said with a cocky look on his face. He makes a u-turn and you start heading in the opposite direction. After about 10 minutes you both arrive at his house and you look up in awe at the size. It’s a gorgeous house. It’s a huge house. He smiles seeing your reaction. “Let’s go” he hops out and opens your door for you before you get the chance. You step out and he leads you to his front door. He walks you over and shows you where the couch is and pulls out the box set. He pops the first one in the dvd player and sits next to you. You both watch silently but as soon as it started getting ‘heated’ you could feel the slick gathering between your thighs. “Why the hell did I tell the truth, this movies always makes me horny” you thought while blushing. You subconsciously rub your thighs together a little bit and he looks at you. He admired your flushed face and visibly needy body and decided to tease you. “You alright there y/n?” You nod your head biting your lip. “Mhm” You mumble. You try to keep your eyes on the movie so that he hopefully wouldn’t notice the state you’re in but it just makes it worse. You feel his hand placed gently on your thigh, you were wearing shorts and could feel the cold of his metal rings against your flesh and jolt at the touch. “You sure you’re alright princess?” He said smirking and you can tell he knows what going on. “You seem a little on edge, anything I can do to help?” “I- mhm I’ll be fine” you say reminding yourself of earlier when you told yourself you weren’t gonna fuck him. You curse yourself for making that decision. Katsuki gave your thigh a squeeze and you let out a slight whimper. You look over and notice a bulge in his jeans. “I- fuck.. I told myself I wouldn’t fuck you-“ “told, or promised?” He said chuckling moving his thigh closer to your heat. He has a point. You didn’t promise. “Told” you say shakily. “By the looks of it, you seem like you need me to fuck you, do you want me to make you feel better princess?” He said as he trailed his hand further up tugging slightly at your shorts. “Mhm” you wimper. “Need conformation princess” “fuck- yes katsuki just fuck me” you say embarrassed. “Gonna need a safe word too, I go pretty rough” you groan in annoyance. “Angel shot” you say breathing heavy as he starts to suck on your neck. “Ironic, isn’t it?” he said chuckling. “Shut up katsuki” You say tilting your head back. He quickly stands up and scoops you up like you’re lighter than a feather and Caries you to his bed. He places you down and leans over you kissing your roughly and you can feel him unbuttoning your pants. With one swift motion he pulls both your shorts and your underwear off of you. “Hm, you need me more than I thought princes.” He said dragging two fingers along your folds scooping up some of your slick and tasting it. “Tastes good too” he said as he got on his knees and pushed your legs apart. You havnt had sex in months and know this is going to be a wild ride. “How about i taste a little more” he said lowering his head down and gliding his tongue slowly against your folds flicking it right as the tip of his tongue reached your clit. You jolt at the sudden sensation. ”my princess is so sensitive, how long did you think you would be able to hold on watching this movie”

You squeeze your eyes shut as he starting sucking on your clit waiting for your answer “Ngk- I forgot- fuck~ what is does to me” you whimper as he continues to devour your pussy. “Gonna make you cum with just my mouth before I do anything else princess” he slipped his tongue inside of Of you and you through your head back. He took his tongue out and roughly sucked and licked your clit. You could already feel the knot in your stomach building. As he continued abusing your pussy with his tongue. “You’re- Mm you’re good” You say with unsteady breaths. He blew on your clit sending a shiver through your body and pushing your right over the edge. It took one last flick of the tongue and you were coming undone whining and whimpering as he licked up every bit of your release like a dog who hasn’t had water in days. He pulls away and smirks at your flushed still mostly clothed body. He scoops you up and carry’s you to his room and places you in the bed. He pulls your shirt off and stared at your breasts smiling before unclasping your strapless bra watching it fall off. He groans at the sight of your tits before cupping one and massaging one while leaning down and sucking on your other. “Fuck” you whisper gripping the sheets. He let go and started sucking on your neck leaving hickeys. “How am I supposed to cover these up for work katsuki?” You say chuckling a bit. “It’s winter, wear a turtle neck” he says before continuing and you laugh. “Okay” you say smiling and tilting your head back with a slight moan as he finds your sweet spot. His hand dips down and starts playing with your already sensitive clit before dipping two fingers in and you gasp. “Gotta stretch you out princess or it won’t fit” he says giving you a devious grin. You didn’t really think about that part, you figured it would be big but you didn’t think about how big it might actually be. You arch your back slightly as his fingers curl inside you every time he moves his fingers in and out hitting your g-spot perfectly. He entered a third finger and you gasped and winced at the stretch. You’ve done three fingers on yourself before but his fingers were much bigger than yours. He gave you a second to adjust to the size before moving them in and out once more. The sensation of the size and the curling made you cry out “F-FUCK KATS-“ you shouted as you came again. “Awe, look at that, you’ve came twice already and it hasn’t even been that long since we started, and I havnt even used my dick yet” he pulled his fingers out and you whined at the sudden loss of sensation. You propped yourself up a bit and lifted his shirt off of him and gazed at his prominent abs and muscles. Your eyes slowly traveled down to his v-line and you saw how clearly defined it was. “Eyes are up here princess” you looked up at the devious grin on his face. “It’s been a while since I’ve fucked someone, this is going to be fun” you flashed back to him telling you that he never sleeps with anyone from work. You looked up at him with a smile on your face. “Fuck me katsuki” Just those three words had him practically pouncing on you. Within seconds his pants and boxers were across the room and starting pushing himself into you before you could even see how big it was. The stretch was painful. He was big. “Ah-fuck lemme AH- adjust!” You tried to get out as he just kept pushing into you. He finally bottomed out and you were writing in pain. As you adjusted you looked down to see a slight bulge in your stomach. You still hadn’t even seen how big his dick was it was already inside you before you could register. He looked at you and waited for the full go ahead and you nodded. The second he got your conformation he started pounding into you. You watched the bulge in your stomach rise and fall as he pushed himself in and out. You were in nothing hit pure pleasure. Your knees practically touching your ears as he put you into a mating press. You felt every bit of him. You felt the veins of his cock. You felt the heat of his member pulsing inside you. You felt his balls smacking against you.

The pace he was going was brutal. There were no breaks. “Fuck princess, so tight” You were laying there eyes rolled back with drool dripping down your chin in an insanely lewd position. “FU- AH- KATS- AHH” you were screaming out in pleasure not capable of even finishing each word that you tried to get out then all do a sudden you shouted “DADDY” and he froze. You whimpered at the lack of motion. He smirked. “Say jt again” trying to catch your breath you look up at him. “Please Fuck me more daddy” you say with a whimper and tears running down your cheeks. He pulls all the way at then in one quick motion slammed all the way back in and was going faster than before. He pressed a hand down on your lower stomach right where the bulge was causing you to feel it even more and you came on the spot. “You didn’t even ask daddy if you could cum, that’s too bad I guess we are gonna try that again” he went back to slamming into you. You were shaking and crying in overstimulation feeling your orgasm building for the 4th time. “G-GONNA CUM” bakugo grunted “Not yet princess” You tried to hold back as he kept going until he started rubbing your clit whilst still slamming into you “NEED TO CUM PLEASE DADDY” “not yet princess this is punishment” he rubbed your clit faster with his other hand pressing down in the bulge in your stomach. “PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET ME CUM PLEASE” you begged and pleaded as he mercilessly fucked you. “So needy, all for me” You couldn’t even speak, you could tell, you couldn’t even get any moans out. Your jaw was hanging open as you were fighting back your orgasm. “So fucked out you can’t even beg anymore. You can cum princess, let it out” you finally let go of the knot that had been on the brink of exploding and gushed all over him. You squirted on bakugos cock and he came inside of you. He rested his head on your shoulder and laughed. “Such a mess you made” you looked up at him unable to get any actual words out and smiled at him softly. He blushed as he pulled out and lifted you up to carry you to the bathroom. He ran a bath with salts in it and gently placed you inside. “You did so good princess” you smiled. “Thank you katsuki” You managed to get out a small sentence trying not to fall asleep in the tub as he cleaned you up. He dried you off and gave you a pair of his draw string sweatpants that you had to tie fairly tight and one of his tshirts that went down to your mid thighs. He laid you down on the fresh sheets he put on the bed while you changed and tucked you in. He laid down next You in a similar pair of sweatpants but no shirt. You snuggled up next to him and passed out already knowing or rather hoping that this wasn’t going to be a one night stand.

Prt 2

[takeariskao3]

I’ll give you an example…. I read this Reddit post about a gf who convinced her bf females shed skin during their periods (she was wearing a face mask at the time), and got her bf’s sister/mother/female friends in on the joke. They all went along with it or months and the poor guy thought it was true until he brought it up during dinner and his Dad was like WTF?! Who told you that??? Lmao. I could see Ginny pulling something like that and the little old gullible Harry completely falling for it.

Something along those lines…

P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BEAUTIFUL!!! 🥳🎂🎊

okay this is shamelessly inspired by an old onion article lmaoo

There was a rock in Ginny's shower.

Not like a pebble, or a piece of gravel or something that would be equally confusing, but maybe easier to explain. This was a solid three inch by three inch, light gray, porous, circular rock in the corner of the bath.

Harry had eyed the thing curiously over the span of several weeks. It moved every so often, which made him think it was either sentient or useful in someway. It was also always a little bit damp, sometimes even sudsy, which made him think Ginny used it during her washing routine. This had him testing the hypothesis on himself, but scrubbing the rock down his forearm didn't result in any extra cleansing, it just fucking hurt. So, he ruled that one out.

Then he wondered if it didn't have some magical purpose, like a wizard shortcut, but he asked Ron, and his best mate didn't have a clue. Which brought Harry back to square one.

For about two months, the mystery of the stone in Ginny's shower remained just that. A mystery. Until one night, after joining her in the bath post spectacular sex, he finally worked up the nerve to ask.

Grabbing the rock from the shelf, he held it up between them. "What is this thing?"

Ginny frowned at him and blinked several times in confusion.

"Is it alive? Does it do anything? What do you use it for?"

Ginny sucked her lips between her teeth to bite back a smile. "What do you think I use it for?"

"I don't know!" Harry replied dramatically. "I thought maybe it was for the soaps and things, but its too rough to use as a sponge. But it moves around, so obviously you use it. Either that or it's taken up residence in your shower and you have a pet rock you've never told me about, which fine, whatever, but it can't just be here for no reason..."

Ginny nodded along, her grin growing harder and harder to hide.

"What?" Harry asked. "Is it something obvious and I'm being a muppet?"

"No," she interjected and her face contorted into something like sympathy.

"Well, then what?" He turned it end over end in his hands to examine it. "Because I can't figure it out. Does it absorb bad smells? Does it clean when we aren't looking? Does it ward off evil spirits?"

Snorting, Ginny plucked it from his grasp and stared up at him with wide eyes. "I'll tell you, alright, but you can't laugh."

"Why would I laugh?"

"It's sort of..." she hesitated, "superstition."

Harry pinched his brows together. "Like a normal superstition or a Luna superstition?"

She winced. "Luna superstition."

Smoothing his grimace, he listened to her explanation with steadily increasing wonder...

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3 years later

"It's just getting worse," Hermione complained from her spot on the sofa. "I don't think I can keep going on like this. It's completely demoralizing."

"It's just a slump," Ginny answered. "It's not like you've had a ton of great options to begin with."

"Yes, that is the demoralizing part."

Harry backed away from the conversation slowly, unsure of how to engage with the subject matter of one of their best friend's, frankly miserable, dating life. Hermione had always been so sure of herself, and so independent, he hadn't ever considered that she truly wanted to date someone for real. After her and Ron had broken up, she seemed put off by the whole undertaking.

Which, fair. Harry had abhorred dating. So, he could relate.

Sometime recently, though, she must have decided to put herself out there. Only it seemed she wasn't impressed or particularly taken with any of her choices.

A spark of an idea curled through the back of his mind, and he turned toward the stairs to mount the steps two at a time. Charging into his and Ginny's bathroom, he found what he was looking for in moments. He supposed they could loan it out, at least until Hermione could get one of her own.

It wasn't like he and Ginny exactly needed it anymore.

Returning to the sitting room, Harry marched past the armchair and presented his gift with assured conviction.

Hermione stopped talking abruptly and looked at the stone in Harry's hand in unmitigated confusion. Meanwhile, Ginny made a choking noise and clapped a hand over her mouth.

"Take it," Harry urged, but she still looked utterly bewildered. "It's-- well, it's not exactly incontestable, but it seemed to work for us. Maybe... you could give it a go?"

Hermione's expression didn't change, but she accepted Harry's gift anyway.

"A pumice stone?" she asked, looking to Ginny for clarification. Ginny, for her part, seemed unable to speak; her shoulders shaking and her cheeks as red as a tomato.

Harry took over the responsibility of explaining. "If you keep it damp and keep it close to where you... you know-- it'll bring you luck and... you know... the other things, too."

"Sorry, I'm not quite understanding." Hermione blinked several times very quickly. "You think a pumice stone brings you sex luck?"

"Yeah," Harry swallowed down his discomfort and shifted his gaze to Ginny in a plea for help. Only she was full on convulsing now, her entire upper body shaking with...

Laughter.

His realization must have showed on his face because Ginny lost all semblance of control and dissolved into a fit of giggles.

"Oh, christ--" he swore loudly. "I can't believe this. What does it actually do?"

"It's for your feet!" Hermione cried, her own grin stretching across her face.

"Your what?" Harry replied, his horror growing with each second.

"Your feet!" Hermione said again, then she threw the rock at Ginny's middle. Ginny caught it and, if possible, laughed even harder.

"FEET?" Harry roared. "What does that do for your feet!?"

Ginny sucked in a gasping breath and cackled, "You scrub the callouses, you absolute moron!"

He threw his hands into the air in embarrassment and frustration. "Oh for fuck's sake, what else have you tricked me into?"

"No!" Ginny bellowed through tears of laughter. "Nothing, I swear!"

"I got one of those for Ron last Christmas!"

"You what!?" Ginny and Hermione shrieked at the same time.

"He and Padma had just--" Harry clenched his teeth, grinding his molars in mortification. "This is unbelievable. "

"Oh, Harry," Ginny keened. "I'm sorry, okay? But think of it this way, we didn't actually need luck at all!"

Shaking his head, he grumbled a few choice words under his breath and turned his back on the uncontrollable giggles still echoing from the couch.

[catalinastarlight]

Hi!! This is something I started working on a pretty long time ago! It’s a burlesque inspired AU with Sevika x fem!reader. It’s not finished, nor will it ever be. Most likely. But I hope you enjoy! No smut, not edited. Sorry for any mistakes!

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Dancing was always something that you had adored, ever since you were a child. You’d love to watch the other kids dance their weird little routines and would join in when they’d let you. But you were kind of awkward and jerky so they wouldn’t let all that often, but you cherished when they did. You’d dance in your room constantly, when there was a room of course. Your parents had to move quite often, with the way the Lanes were nowadays especially. But you didn’t mind too much, it just meant you could meet more people your age.

Fast forward to now and you were a burnt-out twenty-five year old with no clue what in the fuck you were going to do with your life. You worked as a bartender currently, it paid the bills but left little for much else. And you didn’t even enjoy it, it was just something to make the time pass and make sure you had a roof over your head.

One night as you were closing up your friend suggested that you go out with her, and typically you’d always say no. But you had a rough week and decided that a few drinks couldn’t hurt, so you agreed. You finished cleaning up the bar, making sure every patron was gone before leaving with your friend and locking the door behind you. It truly was a wonder no one had broken in yet and you weren’t about to question it.

Your friend, Lou, a fairly short girl with emerald green hair and bright golden eyes, guided you through the crowded streets to a part of the Lanes you didn’t even know about. It was dark and a little seedy, not that that was much of a shocker. Most places in the Lanes looked similar to that. She went to a secluded door, knocking three times rapidly. A little hatch in the door slid open, one large glowing green eye peered through to look at your friend and you.

“It’s Lou. Now let us in, Marv.” Lou spoke in a flat tone, giving the person on the other side of the door an unamused look. The person grunted, sliding the hatch closed with a click. You heard a couple locks being popped open then the sound of the door scraping against the floor. Lou grabbed your hand, pulling you through the door. She gave you a bright smile and wiggled her eyebrows.

You immediately noticed how dark and cluttered it was, wondering where the hell Lou had taken you. “What is this place?” You asked, looking around at the hallway you currently stood in. There were newspaper articles and nude paintings and pictures of women all over the walls. You could barely see the muted coral color underneath it. It was dimly lit, a crystal chandelier hanging over your heads emitting a soft yellow glow. You could hear music and laughing further down the hall. Was it a club? It had to be a club.

“The best kept secret in all of the Lanes. Come.” Lou replied, dragging you through the hall until the space opened up to a larger room. It housed tables upon tables and a long bar nestled against one of the walls. Straight ahead was a stage, golden lights all around it and a deep red curtain obscuring whatever was behind it. More crystal chandeliers bathed the room in soft lighting, little lanterns on the tables gave it a cozy feel. The light bounced off the liquor bottles and sparkled. You were in awe. This place was beautiful. It looked like something that belonged in Piltover, with all the luxe details and expensive alcohol. No wonder Lou said it was a well kept secret.

She guided you over to the bar, taking a seat on one of the stools and motioning for you to sit beside her. You did, sliding onto one of the nicest stools you had ever had the pleasure of sitting on. The cushion was plush with no rips or tears and the legs weren’t wobbly in the slightest. The ones back at your bar were barely holding on, especially with all the fights that went on. People loved smashing them over other goons heads.

Lou ordered you both a gin and tonic, letting the bartender slide them down to you. You took yours with a nod, the bartender giving you a sly wink. He was cute, tall and broad with light brown hair and ice blue eyes with liner smudged around them. But not your type, for a multitude of reasons. The main one being that he’s a guy and well, you’re not into guys.

The lights suddenly dimmed even more, leaving only the little lanterns and the stage lights to provide a bit of a glow. You turned to face the stage just as the curtains were raised, drink in hand. Women were spread out all across the stage in skimpy, sparkly outfits. Their makeup and hair done up to the nines. Music bloomed through the speakers as their bodies started to move tandem with one another. Hands touched and felt. Legs moved and kicked. It was captivating; how well they moved with one another. It reminded you how much you used to loved to dance and how badly you sometimes wanted to pick it back up. But you knew you could never be this good, this was leagues above from your almost non-existent skill.

The whole time they were dancing you were in total awe, glass in your hand completely forgotten. It’s a total wonder you hadn’t dropped it, with the way you were so transfixed on the stage. Your mouth had parted a bit, just taking in the absolute extravagance of what you were watching. You didn’t even notice a figure coming up and sitting beside Lou, both of them talking in hushed tones and sneaking glances at you.

After a few more minutes the performance ended. You fumbled to set your glass on the counter and stand, clapping loudly as the curtains were drawn. A few people glanced at you but you honestly didn’t care, this was one of the best things you had ever seen. Ever. They deserved all the praise and more in your eyes.

A low chuckle coming from behind you broke your stupor. You dropped your hands and turned around, looking to Lou and then noticing the brick house of a woman beside her. She had a deep glint in her eye, full dark lips set into a smirk. The first thing you noticed was definitely her height, she towered over you and almost everyone else around her. Her hair was cut just below her jaw, pulled back into a small half pony at the back of her head. Steel colored eyes and a blue-ish tinted scar running along the left side of her face and from her cheek down her neck and under the collar of her shirt. It looked like lightening. A deep colored cloak rested over her left shoulder, obscuring her arm from view. The second thing you noticed was how fucking hot she was. You sat back on the stool before you did something stupid, like your knees giving out.

“Like what you saw?” She spoke, her voice deep and smooth. It slithered down your spine and made you shiver.

“It was fantastic. Oh my god.” You replied, eyes lighting up at remembering what you just watched. The woman chuckled again, glancing down to Lou. “Introduce me?” She asked.

Lou perked up, getting a mischievous look in her eye that you knew so well. She was up to something, you felt it. “Oh! Sevika, this is my best friend of many, many years. She used to be a dancer, you know?”

“So I’ve heard.”

You spluttered, looking at Lou incredulously. “I haven’t danced in years, Lou!” Lou laughed, throwing her head back with a snort. “C’mon, babe. Sevika here is in desperate need of another dancer and I promised her I had the perfect girl for the job.”

“Do you own this place?” You questioned, glancing at the woman you now know was named Sevika. It was a bit off topic for the conversation at hand, but you couldn’t figure out why she needed another dancer. Unless she owned the place or something.

A small part of you were upset that Lou only dragged you here because she had something up her sleeve. But another part of you couldn’t help but desperately want to be up there in those gorgeous outfits. It would be like a dream come true.

Sevika hummed, nodding slightly, “I do,” she paused, signaling the bartender for a drink. “Your friend here is right, I need another dancer. One of the girls recently had a baby and we need someone to fill her position. It would be permanent, she has no plans of returning.” another pause, a glint in her eye as she took a drink of the dark liquid in her glass. “And I do think Lou was right, you’d be perfect for the job.”

Sevika’s eyes roamed your body, pausing at the swell of your breasts and the softness of your hips and thighs. You squirmed under her gaze, feeling like she could see straight through your clothing with those piercing eyes.

“I… I haven’t danced in years. And never anything like-like this,” you waved your hand towards the stage to make a point, sighing exasperatedly. Sevika chuckled, pulling a cigar from under her cloak and placing it between her lips. “Practice, darling. Be here tomorrow night, five-thirty. Sharp.” She said with a finality to her tone, lighting the cigar and blowing smoke through her nose before turning and walking away. You sat in a stunned silence, head snapping to Lou when your senses came back.

“What the fuck was that, Lou?” You snapped, eyes narrowing.

Lou sighed, looking at you pensively for a moment. “I know how much you hate working in the bar. And I can tell how much you miss dancing and doing something you actually like. I’ve been friends with Sevika for years and when she told me one of her girls quit I just knew I had to get you in.”

You listened intently, mouth going to a frown for a second before you flung yourself at your friend and hugged her tightly. At first you were mad, but now you’re overwhelmed with emotions. Good ones, mostly. It upset you with how they went about this, but in the end you didn’t really mind. You had a chance to live your dream. “I fucking hate you. But thank you. I won’t fuck this up.”

“Love you too, babe. You’re gonna do great,” Lou hugged you back, kissing your temple and smiling. “Oh, and by the way. Sevika was totally into you.” You pulled away from the embrace, opening your mouth to speak but Lou held a finger in front of lips with a grin and pointed to the stage. Another number was starting. Damn her.

-

You showed up the next day, exactly at five thirty as you were told. Sevika lead you to the back with a firm, yet gentle hand on your elbow. She showed you backstage, introduced you to the others, and gave you a vanity. Complete with lights and everything.

Practices were grueling, multiple hours a day until your feet were so sore you could barely stand. You had been fitted for costumes, given the ones you wore most often on their own rack while the special ones hung on a rack towards the back of the room. At first the costumes were incredibly uncomfortable, hell, they’re still uncomfortable. But getting to feel like you were a piece of art was well worth the expense of your ribs and ass.

It was a month before they allowed you on stage, and even then it was a pretty small performance compared to many of the others. Though you didn’t mind, you fed off the energy for two days - whole body thrumming with electricity.

It took even longer for the others to accept you, they weren’t outright hostile but you could tell you weren’t their favorite. One night they had all went out and didn’t invite you, leaving you at your vanity to plunder with your makeup. You sighed, picking up an eyeliner brush and trying to a make a wing but being unable to. You weren’t the best at makeup, never having the luxury of owning any when you were younger. You had picked up what you saw from Lou and a few other people at the bar.

A stool scraped behind you, causing you to jump and turn to see what -or who- it was. It was Sevika, chuckling at you.

“Need help with that?“ she asked, scooting a bit closer to you. You looked at her dumbfounded for a moment, wondering how she was going to help.

“I know it looks like I wouldn’t know much about this kind of stuff, but trust me.”

You laughed quietly, nodding and handing her your eyeliner and brush. She took it with the hand not hidden by her cloak, smiling. “I know I’m scary, and a brute but I promise I’m not that bad. My days of being that kind of woman are over.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, closing your eyes while she began to work her magic.

“Used to work for Silco. Hurt a lot of people, killed a lot of people. All because I wanted the Lanes to be better,” she paused, concentrating on getting your eyeliner even. “But I soon realized it’ll never get better. This… this is my whole life now. Giving people a small slice of something nice down here.”

“That’s… wow… that’s favorable? I guess. It’s good that you care. That’s more than most people can say.” You replied, reaching out, settling a hand on her knee with a light squeeze. Her breath hitched in her throat but she quickly covered it with a cough.

“Yeah.” She hummed, laying down the eyeliner and picking up a lipstick from your vanity. Gently she dabbed it on your lips, using her finger to even it out. A shiver ran through you at the contact, wanting more, wanting to lean into it. “All done. You look beautiful.”

Your could feel your cheeks get warm at the compliment as you turned to look into the mirror. Your makeup was flawless, Sevika having done an amazing job. “I bet you say that to all the girls,” you replied, turning to look at her again with a happy smile. She huffed a single laugh, shaking her head. “Do I look like someone who says that often?”

“No.”

“Then there’s your answer,” Sevika said, standing from her stool and moving behind you, she squeezed your shoulder and lent down to place a fleeting kiss to your temple. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that she was gone, disappearing up to the stairs to her office.

You sat stone still for a bit after she left, replaying the whole interaction in your head a hundred times over. Had she really called you beautiful? And kissed you? She seemed like such a hard woman, always shouting orders giving the vendors a hard time. You never imagined that she could actually be… sweet.

But then again, everyone was different behind closed doors.

-

It took another month for more to come out of your last true conversation with Sevika. You’d of course steal glances at her when you saw her and she’d do the same. Every time you performed her eyes stayed glue to you, making you feel like you were made of glass. She’d purposely walk past you and graze your shoulder with her arm, causing all the other girls to wonder if something was going on.

Other times she wouldn’t dare look at you, moving behind people and racks just so she could avoid you. It pissed you off. She was so hot and cold and you had no fucking clue why.

All of that finally came to a head one day when you were sent to Sevika’s office to discuss a new routine idea. You and the others had worked on it for weeks - after they decided they liked you and accepted you into the family - planning every little detail and outfit and song choice. According to them they haven’t had a new number in years and it was time to spice things up.

They had all agreed that you should tell Sevika, knowing you were her favorite but never saying that aloud. They giggled and gently pushed you towards the stairs, pressing a folder to your chest with lots of cheeky smiles. You hadn’t even got to change from your stage outfit, a thin sheen of sweat covering your chest and the rhinestones itching your ass and sides.

Slowly, you made your way up the spiral staircase and to Sevika’s office. The doors looked like stained glass butterfly wings, greens and violets glinting in the low light. You steeled yourself with a deep breath, knuckles rapping at the door a few times.

“Not now, Miguel. I’m busy.” Sevika’s muffled voice carried through the door. A bout of courage soared through your chest, taking a breath and pushing open the door slowly. You hadn’t been in her office before, but it was visually stunning. Like every other room in this place. A large wooden desk sat directly ahead of you, a plush high-backed chair that Sevika currently sat in. To the left was a table and couch, purple velvet with tufting along the back. A golden stained glass window behind the desk framed Sevika in a halo of warm light. The walls were a deep burgundy, two sconces on each wall illuminating the room. Along with another crystal chandelier above your head. A gramophone was tucked into the corner beside the couch, records in a crate beside it. You didn’t have enough time to take in more before Sevika’s voice broke you from your stupor.

“Damnit! I said I’m busy, Miguel. Whatever the hell it is can wa-” the word died in her throat once she finally looked up and saw you. You smiled sheepishly, noticing that her signature cloak was gone and under it was a beautifully crafted prosthetic arm made of golden metal with details of green. It looked more like a piece of art rather than a functioning part of her body. It seemed as if she was working on it, an array of tiny screwdrivers and wrenches laid out on the desk. One in her hand twisting something along her prosthetics forearm while a cigarillo was perched between her lips. How had you never noticed that she has a prosthetic arm? But you supposed that’s what the clock was for, as not to draw attention.

“Sorry… I-I can go,” you spluttered quickly, holding the folder tight to your chest like it would save you from Sevika’s wrath. She looked at you for a moment from under her lashes, steel eyes boring into your soul before she leaned back in her chair. She tossed the screwdriver on the desk, regarding you with her full attention as she took a long drag of her cigarillo.

“No, stay. What do you need?“

You chewed the inside of your cheek for a moment, stepping closer and opening the folder as you laid it flat on her desk. You decided not to mention her arm, in fear it might upset her more. “The others and I, we’ve been talking about a new number. They said it’s been years since they’ve done anything new. We uh, we’ve got it all planned out. Routines, costumes, song choices. We just, well, we need your permission. And the costumes, of course.”

A deep hum vibrated from Sevika’s chest, eyes roaming the expanse of papers you had fanned out across the wood. “And who’s going to be the lead?”

“Sammi. Probably. They’ve been here longest, everyone likes them.”

“I want you to be the lead.”

“What? Why me?” You practically shrieked, eyebrows shooting up your forehead. Sevika stood, rounding her desk and walking around you, causing you to follow until your lower back was plastered against her desk. “Because I said so. That a problem?” Her demeanor had changed from the last time you were alone together. You couldn’t tell if it unsettled you or turned you on. Maybe both.

You stared up at her, mouth hanging open slightly. “Yes. What if I fuck it up? You know I’m not as good as Sammi! Or anyone else for that matter!” You voice rose in volume, a sudden wave of confidence made your back straighten. Sevika rose her eyebrows, taking a drag from her cigarillo and blowing the smoke in your face. She laughed, sounding like it came from the deepest part of her chest.

“I never realized you had such a mouth on you.”

“I’m tired of whatever this is,” you waved your hand between the two of you, sighing heavily, “you’re so hot and cold. One minute you can’t keep your eyes off of me and the next you avoid me like the fucking plague and then, you want me to be lead in a new number. What gives?” The emotions you had been holding in finally boiled over, you stared Sevika down and held your ground. She huffed, giving you a look you couldn’t decipher before grabbing your waist with her non-prosthetic hand and pulling you close. She let the cigarillo fall to the ground, stubbing it out with her boot. God, she looked handsome when she was mad. Full lips curved into a snarl before they pressed to yours in a biting kiss. It took you much too long to even comprehend what was going on. It was electric, tingles shooting all throughout your body as you slumped against her and wrapped your arms around her broad shoulders.

The kiss continued for what felt like eons, Sevika tasted like expensive liquor and tobacco. A faint bit of honeyed candy lingering as well. It was intoxicating, leaving you weak. If it wasn’t for her firm hold you certainly would’ve fell to the floor by now. And yet all too soon she pulled away, eyes piercing through your own. “What was that?” You asked, breathing heavily into the space between the two of you. The dance number had completely been forgotten.

“A mistake. You do things to me. Fuck. I can’t… we can’t do this.” You shoved her away, glaring, “and why not? It’s clear we want this.” hoping your sudden onslaught of emotions weren’t completely obvious to the woman in front of you. You had wanted her terribly, though you hadn’t ever really given yourself time to think on it and now it’s crept upon you like shark-infested waters. The realization making you weak.

Sevika looked so handsome like this, her lips a shade darker from the kiss you two just shared, scar pulsating to her heartbeat. You hadn’t even noticed it did that before. Her eyes wild, minutely moving back and forth as she looked at you. Lips parted, showing off the little gap in her front teeth. Something about it softened her hard features. “I’ve actually never been with someone before. Just sex. I don’t want just sex with you. You deserve more than that.”

You frowned, moving closer once more and touching her scarred cheek. Her confession helping you make sense of her constant changing attitude towards you, “show me then. I can show you, too. You deserve good things, Sevika.” you kissed the side of her mouth gently, “Let me come home with you tonight. I’ll make us dinner, like a proper date. Have you ever been on a proper date?” Sevika shakes her head, her big bad demeanor completely disappearing. “Well that changes. We’re doing this right.”

A knock sounds at the door, sharp and quick, causing you both to jump away from each other. A head pokes in, Sammi, looking between you and Sevika, eyes narrowing at your disheveled state. “Time to go, babe. Next number in five.” With that they closed the door, their footsteps receding down the hall. You let out a shaky laugh, hand going to run through your hair.

“Meet me up here when you’re ready to leave. Now go, before the others get suspicious.”

“They already are,” you laugh, pressing a fleeting kiss to Sevika’s mouth, “Sammi has already told everyone what they saw.”

Sevika groaned, her fingers squeezing your waist before letting you go. You smiled once more; grabbing your papers and disappearing out the door.

-

The rest of the night flew by, your chest buzzing with anticipation and excitement at meeting with Sevika. She stayed hidden in her office for the last few numbers, but you didn’t mind. You knew that were going to see her soon enough and that was plenty to fuel you on. The others keep sneaking glances at you, the permanent smile on your face. You knew they wanted to ask what happened up, if anything at all happened beside the number being approved. But they didn’t and you were grateful. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to keep the secret if they did ask.

After the last number you scrambled to change out of your costume, pulling on your normal jeans and t-shirt so fast it’s a wonder you didn’t accidentally rip them. You weren’t sure why though, you wanted to sit and wait until everyone else left so they didn’t see you go upstairs to Sevika’s office. You weren’t sure if she wanted anyone to know. You yourself didn’t even know if this would work out, it might not. It might be a one off thing and never happen again. Maybe you both aren’t cut out for more than just colleagues. Though you hoped that wasn’t the case.

Soon enough everyone filtered out, yelling their goodbyes as they went downstairs. Immediately after the last persons head disappeared, you stood, turning off your vanity lights and grabbing your bag. You went back upstairs, knocking at the beautiful office doors once before letting yourself in. Sevika sat on her couch this time, legs crossed with a fresh cigarillo between her real fingers as an ashtray was held in her other hand. She looked up when you walked in, eyes softening the slightest bit. “How was your night?”

“Good. Are you ready to get out of here?” You replied, smiling and rolling on the balls of your feet. Sevika nodded, stubbing her cigarillo out in the ashtray and setting it on the ornate table in front of her. She stood, stretching her arms above her head. You couldn’t help but to glance at the bare skin of her torso, mouth suddenly dry. She let her arms fall back to her side, grabbing her cloak off the back of the couch and fastening it around her neck. You watched her, hands wringing in front of you nervously as she grabbed her keys and motioned for you to leave out the door in front of her.

The walk to her place was quiet, yet comfortable. Sevika held your hand, eyes roaming over all the less than favorable stalls on the way to her place. She made sure you were placed just the tiniest bit behind her, so her body would be first in case some dumbass decided tonight was the night they wanted to start something. Luckily nothing of the sort happened, the walk uneventful. Fingers left yours as she unlocked her apartment door, pushing it open with her foot and holding out her hand as a signal for you to enter first. You did with a small smile, stepping into the center of her home and taking it all in.

Her place wasn’t as big as you thought, especially since you knew she raked in a pretty penny from the club. But it was homey, with an open floor plan and mindless clutter. It wasn’t messy or dirty though, an organized clutter that reminded you too much of your own place. A kitchen nook sat off to the left corner, worn kettle sitting on the stove. A set of table and chairs in the empty space beside the kitchen. To the right was a door, presumedly a bathroom but you couldn’t be sure. Her bed sat against the right wall, blankets and pillows tussled like she hadn’t made it in awhile. A couch sat at the foot of the bed, the leather of it looked soft like it had been used for a long time. A metal coffee table sat to the front of the couch, an ashtray sitting precariously on the edge. Papers were strewn across it, too, some looked to be bills and others looked to be newspapers. A couple books were stacked on the edge, pages curling from being read so much. A small tool kit sat on the table as well, open, but all the tools looked to be present.

Directly across from the couch was a window, curtain drawn halfway to reveal the prettiest view of the lanes you had ever seen. All the neon lights mingling and casting a glow into Sevika’s apartment. You hadn’t ever really thought the lanes could be pretty, with all the crime and corruption going on down here. But here… above it all. It had some sort of semblance of beauty that comforted you. It was your home after all.

“I don’t know that I have enough food to make anything decent… I may have to stop by the food stalls sometime soon if not.” Sevika spoke, closing the door behind her. She hung her keys and cloak on a hook by the door, rolling her shoulders. You turned to face her, smiling gently as you took her organic hand into yours. She noticed your bag still on your shoulder, taking it with her other hand and hanging it on the hook along with her things.

“Thank you,” you smiled, stepping a bit closer, ”and that’s okay. I’m sure I can figure something out. I used to cook for me and Lou all the time when we lived together.” Sevika hummed, squeezing your hand just the tiniest bit.

“You’re free to see what you can find. I’ll get out some dishes.”

“Okay,” you replied, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek and letting go of her hand. You were kind of surprised she was going to let you have free reign of her kitchen, in your mind she seemed like the type of person who wanted to control everything. No matter how small.

[toomanywatchers]

alright! knew soemone took out the corkboard for this one. I totally agree though with all the stuff about the rebranding. I would suggest they are trying to rebrand themselves and make themselves better because on WW+ they do talk about how watcher wasn't exactly how they thought it would be and the pandemic really was rough for their company. And I would agree with the streamings service bc it is literally called www.watchertv.com but it is true that they are a suggested smaller company and have a relatively smaller audiance then their buzzfeed days. One thing on their part I wish they would have done differently when watcher first started was promoting watcher more on buzzfeed. They did a few times and at the very end but no one reads the discription and or the last little bits of the crdits. if they did promote it more, then maybe more of the audiance from unsolved would have come over to their company and have given them a bigger start. but with that comes its own problems of not having enough content or better content yada yada yada. One thing I did think of when I say the announcement was maybe it was a slouth of new shows were already ready to watch like a series. I quickly shot that down. Bc when would they have time to shoot 2-3+ shows? Between editing and keeping their current shows alive I doubt they had time (this is all speculation I have no fucking clue). Anyway I do think it might be stuff like maybe a new show announcements like maybe one with Sara and Joyce. As well as the somewhat annocued one with Steven and his crew. aybe a new tour and merch? Merch store has been pretty dry (minus the new patches) and we haven't had a tour since november which isn't long but idk what they do in HQ. Truly excited tho. I have my alarms set and everything. Anyway lol that's for reading my ramble too. Your theories were great, didn't mean to kind of debunk them though.

I believe you and I are on same the page and here are some of my responses to this.

With the whole BuzzFeed promoting: I don't think they had much of a say on what and how much they could promote Watcher over on BuzzFeed. If I remember correctly, BuzzFeed is very stingy on their employees/shows promoting other outside sources that could be seen as competition. Henceforth many BuzzFeed employees on contract could not appear in other YouTubers videos do to conflict of interest. In the end, it was really generous for the amount of promoting allowed of Shane and Ryan to put into the last seasons of BuzzFeed Unsolved.

The possibility of new shows: Yes, filming a lot of shows to add in this new slate would seem like a lot, but not in possible. It would seem more likely than touring as touring takes the boys away from the office and takes up a considerable amount of time and obstacles for filming schedules. Also I said how there are new names showing up in the credits of new editors and production crew, meaning they are hiring on new folks. Bigger team, more flexibility to work on new projects. Also if these new shows are less of Shane and Ryan, and more of other individuals like Steven and friends of the company it would actually mean a more balance flow of shooting. Letting Shane and Ryan have a break from constantly filming and to work on other projects within their own lives or through the company. Actually, Ronnie who was an intern for Watcher back in 2021 or 2022 I believe posted this on their instagram story:

They actually left the company sometime in 2022 possibly after the internship was up. Then when to work for GMM though that internship has come to close. Basically what I am saying is they are continue to grow their employment and with more people on the team means more flexibly in expansion of shows.

Merch???: I feel like merch could be a possible in this announcement if it's a relaunch of sorts. Especially if it's like a rebrand, selling merch to fit the new rebrand? Perfect idea to generate some revenue as for long time fans it would be a refreshing site to their merch line... and who doesn't love fresh new merch?

Don't worry guy I am also so excited! I noticed I actually don't work on Friday so I can be fully present for the announcement day! Imma be on the internet as a menace all day watch me.

[heymickie]

𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: tmnt 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: raphael & leonardo (ft. splinter, hatchlings) 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀: 1897 🐭: i gave no clue how to write out her finding out, that may be a later down the roat thing. 𝘁𝘄: adotion/adopting 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲-𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁/𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗳𝗳 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗱 ʚ🍓ɞ 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲

𝗔 𝗙𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥'𝗦 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧

𝗙𝗙𝗡 ʚ🍓ɞ 𝗔𝗢𝟯

Raphael sat on the roof, pushing his hand on his bald head with a slow sigh. It has been three months since they found the hatchlings. For three months, Raphael had watched his brothers with his niblings and Elisa. He hadn’t held her at all, every time he tried he got scared and backed away. His anger was hardly ever in check, what if he hurt her?

“I thought I would find you up here,” Raphael looked over his shoulder for a moment to see Leonardo come walking towards him. Leo sat beside his brother, noticing how quick Raph was to look away and back at the city again. “Are you okay?” Leo watched his brother shrug. As promised, Leo had been taking care of both Elisabetta and Domenico, Splinter and Usagi have helped him quite a bit. It had been rough, their kids are so young, so unpredictable. All the brothers were working together as first time fathers, all but Raphael. Leonardo was being patient, but he just wanted Raphael to at least acknowledge her. Even if it was as his niece, Leo would be happy to keep her. If that was what Raphael wanted. Needed. Raphael cleared his throat in response, not daring to look at his brother. “You cannot keep ignoring her,” Leo said, sighing. “Even if you don’t want to raise her yourself, she is going to be around.”

“You don’t think I know that?” Raph snapped, turning to his brother. Leo is the last person he would admit that he was terrified to. Even if he owed everything to Leo right now. He truly knew he was making the right choice, he could love her no matter what, but it takes only a second for everything to go up in flames. However, knowing he was making the right choice had not meant it was an easy one.

“I get this is hard on you, it’s hard on all of us,” Leo tried to explain, watching as Raphael pulled himself up so he was standing.

“No, no the fuck it’s not,” Raphael growled, glaring at his older brother. “You, Don, and Mikey all jumped in this head first!” Raphael flung his hand up, watching his brother stand up. “Because you guys can! You know you won’t hurt them!” Raphael turned around, already feeling like he wanted to break something. He quickly glanced around the roof for something he could hit, settling for kicking a random piece of ply wood. “We never thought we could have children and now there are four mini-us’,” he cleared his throat again. It felt like it was closing, “I would never forgive myself if I hurt any of them,” especially his daughter.

“We may have stepped up, but we are still terrified!” Leo argued. “Donnie jumps to the lab every time Luca even sniffles, Mikey is terrified that he’s not mature enough, and I am trying to be a leader while taking care of two kids,” it was a lot on his shoulders. “We’re all terrified, Raph, we’re just trying to keep our heads above the water.” Even April and Casey are terrified, April’s due in two months and Auggie is turning into a toddler. April is having a harder time coming down to the lair to help them, which is causing her even more stress. “You can’t avoid them, they are here. Elisa is here!”

“I know that!” Raphael yelled, he felt his heart breaking in multiple pieces. “I feel horrible for not being there for her or the others, but if I hurt her, I won’t know what to do with myself.” Raphael stayed distant, but every time he looked at her… he knew he was not the right fit. Not yet. “I cannot be her father, Leo.” Finally, those words escaped. He had been thinking of it for months but terrified to say it. Terrified to make it real. Surely, his older brother can understand that this wasn’t an easy decision.

“Be her Uncle then,” Leo straightened his shoulders. A father’s heart meant you would do anything for your child, even if it broke you in the process. Leonardo understood that, even in three short months. “We can tell her one day, when you’re ready. Just…” he sighed, “be there.” Raphael rubbed his face, nodding a bit reluctantly. He could tell his brother needed a moment, maybe more than a moment. “Could we talk about this, and what to expect, in the morning?” Leo wanted to ease his brother’s burden, make it about himself needing a break. Being a father of two was a big step, after all. Raphael looked thankful that his brother wanted to take a breather, he gave a nod and took the excuse to leave.

𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗔𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗥

Raphael hit the punching bag, trying his best not to scream, with the half of the babies having already been put to bed. He felt like his world was changing. He didn’t want to give Elisa up, but that was the right thing to do. Wasn’t it? Leo is a great father, a much better father than he could ever be. But then why does he want to be selfish?

“Good evening, son,” Raphael was pulled out of his thoughts, stopping the punching bag from swinging. He turned to look at his father, his father was holding Elisa. Raph stared at her for a long moment. “Would you like to hold her?” Raphael spluttered out in protest, but before he could blink, his father arranged his arms and placed the tiny bundle into his arms, his shoulders tensed as he looked at his little bundle. Raph never let himself think about having a child, he is a mutant turtle for God’s sake. He never thought this could be possible. “Funny, how you never expect to hold the whole world in your hands, but then you hold your child.” Splinter just watched his son and granddaughter, remembering fondly of holding his own children when they were so small.

“She is not my child,” Raphael looked at his father for a moment before looking back at her. “Leo is going to be her father,” and he’ll be a good one.

“Is that your decision?” He asked, making his son look at him. “You are certain you can just be her uncle? Can you treat her the way you treat Dom, Titan, or Luca?” Splinter wasn’t meaning to push his son, he was just hoping he understood that once it was said and done, he was no longer the father. Splinter never had to wonder if taking his sons were the right thing, he knew right away it was. The rat was meant to be a father, but he understood that not everyone was meant to be, no matter how hard they tried.

“I know I am not fit to be her father,” he ran a thumb over her cheek, “I could scare her or, worse, hurt her.” He sounded like a broken record. “I have to be just Uncle Raph.” Raphael wondered if he could look at Elisa and listen to her call him ‘Uncle’, he wondered if he could ever love the others the way he already loved her. “I am making the right choice, I know I am. However, I want to be selfish and keep her for myself.”

“A father, one who truly cares for his child, will always wonder if he makes the right choices. Even the hard ones.” Splinter placed a calming hand on his son, “If your heart tells you this is the right choice, then it is,” he promised. He looked down at his grandchild before looking at his child. “A man will make many sacrifices for the good of his children,” the old rat said, humming in response. He watched his son for a moment before moving to sit down, moving to meditation sitting as he looked at his child. “You love her. I truly believe you will not hurt her,” but he understood that one does not always have control over their anger, especially Raphael. Raphael finally pulled away from looking at Elisa before moving to sit opposite of his father.

“This isn’t a choice I made easily,” Raphael desperately wanted someone to understand the way he was feeling. Through the years, Raphael made tremendous stride to work on his anger, even controlling it when he met Casey. However, Raphael was prone to mistakes when it came to his anger. When he pushed people away or started throwing his hands, he wasn’t always able to see who he was hurting in the process. “I love her,” but he knew love can only do so much damage control. He knew his father would never straight out tell him he was making a good choice, Splinter knew that would break Raphael. Hell, Splinter probably had more faith in his son than he did. “I take a lot of risks,” he was prone to falling into danger. He often let his instincts take over, “risking Elisa feeling safe and loved cannot be one of them.” It takes one second for her to get too close while he is raging. One. That one second can and will destroy any thought of safety and love that he would work so hard to making her feel.

Leonardo cleared his throat, standing beside the door. Raphael looked up at him for a moment before looking back at Elisa. Leonardo looked at the sleeping baby in Raphael’s arms. “I do not think it was easy for you,” he promised. He moved to sit beside his brother, watching their father get up. The silence was long and deafening, they could hear Splinter putting on the kettle. “Do you trust me with her? Are you sure you want me to be her father? If not, I am sure Mikey or Donnie would do it.” In a heart beat.

“No,” Raphael let out a deep sigh, almost taking a breath, before steeling his eyes to his older brother. They were finally talking about it. “I do not trust anyone more than I do you,” he admitted. Leonardo, in a way, also raised himself and three brothers. Sensei was a great father, but that didn’t mean Leo wasn’t parentified.

“If we do this,” Leo talked slow, as if he was trying to make Raphael understand that he wasn’t accusing him, “we can’t just uproot her whole viewpoint because you changed your mind.” He was warning him. “We can tell her, one day. When you and her are both ready,” but he couldn’t promise that she would understand, especially if he hadn’t done anything to confirm his fears. Leo didn’t even have to warn his brother what would happen if he did. He already loved his niblings as his own, he was proud to take the mantle if Raph wanted him to. “It makes it easier knowing I can see her everyday anyway,” be there if she needed him. He may not be her father figure, but she could at least know he was there for her anyway. Raphael’s jaw clenched as his green eyes stung, tears threatening to fall. He couldn’t let it. He looked away from his brother before looking at his daughter niece, allowing one tear fall before he whipped his head away. “Thank you, Leo,” the large turtle stood, sitting Elisa in Leo’s arms.

[vonev]

Operation: Ivory

CH 1: Observed.

MW2, Simon "Ghost" RileyxReader fanfiction

Got my hands on writing about one of the hottest fictional characters I had laid my eyes on.

Self-insert, AFAB, she/her pronouns.

Word count, 4454.

After a short trip back from Italy, Operation: Ivory was officially conducted under the strategy that you were to be watched, 24/7, in the comfort of your home.

Unbeknownst to you, you weren't truly alone.

And someone has slowly grown a keen interest in you over time.

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—Present day, 18th of November, 20xx

At approximately 2:35 a.m.

“Lass is bit of a clumsy one, isn’t she?” 

John MacTavish, codename —Soap. Spinning in his chair, his hand gracefully— not —toppled his mug over the edge of the desk. Spillage was found across the hard-wooden floor, slowly seeping into the innocent rug underneath. Soap let out a string of curses under his breath, the mess would be a, and he quotes, “Pain in my absolute arse” to deal with.

A quiet, audible scoff could be heard from behind the guilty man.

“Good luck with scrubbing all of that out.” A rough voice spoke up, or rather, mocked.

“Shut yer arse before I do it myself, Gaz.” Soap held malice in his tone, signifying that he was not to be fucked with now. Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick merely held his hands up and feigned defeat, not wanting to deal with an annoyed comrade; he knew better than to tip Soap over, considering the operation at hand.

What could be the operation at hand , one might ask—

And answer they shall receive, as the woman under surveillance let out a yelp that made even the three observing, well-groomed soldiers jump.

“You better be fucking joking!” Followed by a string of cusses that would put a sailor to shame. It turned out that the woman in the camera had accidentally let her pasta sit way too long for comfort in the boiling pot. She quickly dropped the laundry basket in her arms and tended to the stove, turning it off as she threw her head back, letting out a deep sigh that she had bottled up for a short while. “Guess I’ll be eating ramen tonight, again.” The disappointment in her tone was evident to anyone listening.

At that moment, all three men in the room unknowingly shared the exact thought of the scenery unfolding in front of their eyes.

‘Wow, she’s bad at this.’

Unbeknownst to you, three men had been observing your every move since you returned from that Italy trip. Having gotten intel on a tourist with a questionable-looking file attached under her name—it was found not long later that you were somehow tied to another inactive operation and could be of use to the team.

It had been a whole week since the said operation had been announced: “Operation Ivory.” as their captain would call it. 

The reasoning behind such a name was no wonder to anyone who knew how much the task meant to the people involved; ivory is regarded as highly prized—which is the exact value of this operation. All intel and clues gathered led to the conclusion that it all started and ended with you.

“Would you believe me if I had said that this woman—” The captain, John ‘Price’ as everyone would call him, slid the file across the smooth surface of the tabletop, perfectly stopping amid dozens of bags of evidence and the group that gathered in the room, sat accordingly at the table.

“---Is the source of it all?” Price now sat upright, his hands clasped in front of him. His stern eyes scanned the entire room, jumping from one face to another as he observed their varying reactions. The responses he received were a mix of confused huffs, groans and silence.

Soap was the first to pick up the file and pass it over to the next person after giving it a brief look, until it landed in Gaz’s hands.

Gaz was the first to bring up the state of her file—it was clean—albeit way too clean. 

“She doesn’t seem the type to stick around, huh.” He commented as his eyes nailed on a piece of information that stuck out like a sore thumb. His eyes rose from the file to his captain, who looked at him with a glint of amusement.

“That would be the case, yeah?” Price cocked his eyebrow.

The case Price referred to meant the now-disassembled terrorist group that doomed several towns in Italy, including a well-known tourist spot. Countless lives had been lost in a short timeline so fast that no one saw it coming—not even the general himself.

An operation had quickly been organised in the recent event, and assigned task forces had been dispatched almost immediately a few hours after the news.

Yet a day later, after landings had been confirmed, the leader of the organised terrorist group, Messiah Williams, was found dead.

As stated in the file, he was found with a broken neck and—

“No eyes.” Price shuddered at the evidence image that flashed in his mind. “His fingernails were ripped off too, and he showed signs of struggle, but she most likely restrained him to a chair and used ketamine on him.” He nodded over at the evidence displayed on the table. A tiny bottle in a bag, still containing the leftover drug.

“So? She was a tourist that arrived at an unfortunate time; what’s the deal?” Soap let out a scoff at the information given; it had seemed fruitless to him with what they had planned so far. “I doubt this lass even knew of the leader—I mean, look at ‘er!” As he said so, he deliberately pointed at the government-issued passport photo of her. “A woman this beautiful couldn’t have committed such a crime.” 

A collective sound of disapproval could be heard throughout the room. 

“Soap. It would help for you to not think with your bottoms for once. Christ.” Price acclaimed, his eyes now donned with disappointment. “We have reasons to believe that she may be the culprit; her appearance in Italy was just too coincidental, and her flight took off a few days after the assassination back to her hometown.” 

“All her actions have proven to be suspicious and need to be observed.” The captain turned around on his chair and switched the TV on; a recording was playing on the screen—a recording of the suspect. It started off calm; a figure dressed in black could be seen stalking up to the doors, and as the figure approached the entryway, they turned around and stared into the camera—promptly shooting it dead with a pistol.

Price went back to a specific frame, the frame where the figure’s face is shown, though blurry. 

“Most of the descriptions about the figure in this frame match the woman in question.” He rubbed his temple, turning his gaze from Soap to the only man standing at the back of the room. “You. Don’t just stand there menacingly. Any thoughts?”

The man gave Price a knowing look; his eyes dropped to the file—specifically scanning the woman’s facial features as he took the pieces of information in.

“Wouldn’t hurt you to stay seated during meetings, ya know?” Gaz, now facing his body to the man, said, hoping he’d follow through with the request. “Got a stick up his arse, yea? Whaddya thought?” Soap exclaimed, making a mockery of the man standing still as a stone away from everyone.

“In your dirty dreams,  Sergeant .” 

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, a name that stood out in many files. Never had a name sent chills down the spine of dozens—especially in the military. He closed the distance with the table, arms crossed in front of his chest. 

“I’ll do it myself if I had to, yer son of a b—” 

“Quiet.”

Silence fell in the room. Price’s demanding voice sent the message clear as day to everyone. 

Soap discreetly mumbled under his breath. “You got a stick up yours as well.” 

Price felt his eye twitch at Soap’s words, slowly sending a glare his way. The guilty man met his gaze and immediately broke it off—choosing to now inspect the painting from the side of his seat instead, whistling a quiet, casual tune.

“Alright, everyone had the time to check the file; Operation Ivory will be conducted if there aren’t any objections—” Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Gaz slowly raising his hand in question. “---And I do not accept any objections.” Gaz’s arm immediately shot back down to his lap. 

An assuring smile spread across Price’s face. 

“Great!” He celebrated. Standing up, he straightened his posture and turned to the sizable screen behind him. Switching the channel it revealed an interior of a house—

— Your house.

“Huh, for someone that doesn’t stay in one place often, she does decorate her home well.” Taking in a cosy-looking living room, Gaz found himself agreeing with the choices of furniture as well as the wall paint of her choosing. “Dark green wainscoting, good choice.” He hummed to himself.

From what the group could see, pillows were scattered throughout the sofa, and a couple of small plants sat atop the coffee table; a small, wall-mounted TV could be seen in front of the aforementioned furniture—a romance-comedy show was broadcasting at that hour. If none were the wiser, one would’ve thought the living space belonged to a lovely young lady—not a lady with blood in her hands.

“Why are we looking inside some poor woman’s home again?” Soap questioned, his gaze fixated on Price. His captain grinned, eyes now settling back on the curious man. 

“We’re putting her under our surveillance, simple as.” 

The order alone aroused confusion in the room. Uncertain looks were exchanged, and Soap choked on his spit. “We’re watching her? Isn’t this, like, illegal or something?” He quietly chuckled to himself at the joke.

Silence was all he got in response.

“...Don’t we have a more pressing matter to tend to than this woman?” Ghost raised a quick question; his eyes held no emotions, despite the case at hand.

Price let out a sigh, seemingly growing irritated at stupid questions thrown at him left and right. “We always do.” Then, finally, he admitted, “But this woman singlehandedly murdered a terrorist organisation’s leader; I don’t know how much more important this has to be for you to take it seriously, Ghost.” He sent a defeated look toward Ghost.

Ghost shrugged, letting out a hum at his captain’s words. “Then when do we start?” He questioned yet again; his teammates followed along and nodded to the question. 

Finally, it seemed as though that question alone soothed Price’s doubts. He was glad everyone was willing to work on this operation together. “We start as soon as possible—meaning…today.” Then, he announced, “Day shifts range from 12 p.m. to 1200 a.m.” He wrote down the time on a tiny notepad as he continued, “As for midnight shifts, they should be starting at 1200 a.m. to 1200 p.m.” 

A loud groan sounded nearby, “12 hours. On this little lass.” Soap complained, dragging his hand down his broad face. Price sighed—an action that was growing way too familiar to him. “You’ll all be compensated extra.” It seemed like the mention of extra compensation grabbed the attention of his fellow comrades.

“Suddenly, I’m awake and ready to work on this operation.” Soap straightened up on his seat, rolling his shoulders to relieve some tension. Price nodded; he jotted more on his notepad before ripping out four individual papers, rolling each in his palm and holding it out in front of the group. 

“Pick one. Whichever you get will be the shift for your group.” And on command, Gaz and Ghost took turns taking the tiny piece of paper. “We’ll divide into two groups—obviously”, sarcasm dripped in his voice, “Ghost, pair up with Soap. Gaz and I will be the other pair.” Everyone nodded in unison.

“...” Ghost unwrapped the paper and saw the word ‘midnight’ written in casual cursive. He handed the piece of paper over to Soap. “Oh you’ve got to be shittin’ me,” Soap grunted, dissatisfied with having gotten the midnight shift—at least he could drift off during his shift, probably.

Price nodded toward Gaz; they both shared a look of understanding. Having the morning shift would suit their schedules, so they weren’t complaining. 

“Now that we’re each assigned to a shift, we can start.”

And that is what the three men had been doing up until now. Gaz walked into the surveillance room by himself, ”I couldn’t catch a blink of sleep” , in his words. Now the man was propped on one of his arms on the chair, sipping on his piping hot cup of tea. Ghost sat in one of the office chairs and had his arms splayed out on his thighs as he loosely concentrated on the screens in front of him. 

They had found a method to breach your home security cameras; being the smart cookie you were, you had different passwords set up for various cameras. However, that proved defenceless against a group of knowledgeable soldiers and a white hat hacker. Your passwords were decoded in a matter of 30 minutes. 

You had been seemingly trying to make yourself some food for a while now; it took you pacing around the kitchen for a solid 15 minutes, nibbling on snacks from time to time, to finally decide on making pasta. And it took another 10 minutes for you to dig out the ingredients because you had forgotten where most of them were before you finally got to the cooking. Watching you work on the stove was a whole drama; it felt like he was sitting in front of his tv watching a sitcom on a Sunday afternoon.

“Oh you son of a bitch—” you smacked your hand down on the table; stubbing your toe will never be a good feeling, just like getting a paper cut, which is precisely what happened when you tried to dig out a stack of papers that contained your family recipes, having gone through the pages way too fast you got a slick cut in-between the conjunction of your thumb and index finger. So it was safe to say you were not having a good day. Or, well, midnight.

You always started your day at exactly 5:00 a.m. every day, never once sleeping in, even on the weekend. 

It was strange to Ghost—your routine, that is. To him, your daily routine for the past week had been the polar opposite of his. You’d go to bed, sleep, and sometimes wake up to fetch yourself snacks before falling asleep to a cheesy rom-com playing on your laptop in your living room. But he also found out that you both enjoyed the same show and even the same tea. You even had a boxing setup in your basement—sometimes, he’d catch you waking up at ungodly hours in the morning to deck it out on the punching bag. 

From what he observed, you were far from being an amateur fighter. No, your technique was spot-on, as well as your posture. Though, he couldn’t place any more judgment considering you were up against an inanimate object; things would be drastically different if you had been punching it out with a trained fighter.

He wondered if you’d fare well against him in a fight. 

The first time he got into an embarrassing moment with his comrade, was when you had just finished your training session in the basement. He had turned away from the surveillance screens to arrange a few papers that were still scattered on the table, and right when he did so; he heard the sound of the shower being turned on. And in an unfortunate timing between you entering the shower, Ghost turning around in curiosity as to what the source of the sound came from, Soap entered the room to deliver the fresh cup of tea he fetched for Ghost. 

It looked as though he had been caught red-handed, watching you showering, naked on display. 

Ghost quickly averted his eyes; they landed on the man standing in the doorway—shock, amusement, and interest written across Soap’s features. Ghost immediately switched the bathroom camera off in one fluid motion. 

They never spoke of that incident ever since.

It was another night of surveillance duty; Soap had not attended for that night. It turned out Soap had been feeling under the weather, “Staying up ‘from midnight ‘till noon is making me develop some unknown sickness, Ghost.” in his words. However, Ghost couldn’t be bothered to call his comrade out on his bullshit, so he let him be asleep for one night.

Ghost sighed and relaxed his posture in the chair at the memory, taking another sip out of his tea. He watched as you ultimately decided not to cook any more; the promise of making a quick serving of ramen died on your lips as you sighed in defeat. Instead, opening the refrigerator, you fished out a pint of  Ben and Jerry’s; Ghost’s eyebrow perked up as he zoomed into the pint in your hand and enhanced the resolution.

Milk and cookies flavoured.

He supposed the flavour wasn’t the worst. He cleared the format and returned to the original resolution, eyes tracking your every move as you grabbed a spoon from the utensil rack; walking back to your bedroom. Your footstep halted, turning around before you were a few steps away from leaving the kitchen; you grabbed a knife from the knife block and held it to your side as you continued to your destination. Ghost, now alerted, sat upright, elbow on the knee as he stroked his jaw at sight—he was confused but concerned at what would occur next now that a knife was in your hand.

You sat on your bed after entering your bedroom, stashing the flat, sharp object underneath your pillow. For the next hour or so, it seemed like nothing was happening; you had fallen asleep after finishing the pint, and a rom-com show was playing in the background at a low volume. That scenery continued for another half an hour; strangely enough, it soothed Ghost enough that he could feel his eyelids growing heavy by the second. He grew tired of constantly watching over someone else daily, especially at midnight. Finally, Ghost let himself drift into a small nap, his eyes closed and breathing slowed. 

And for the next couple of moments, it was all quiet.

—crash.

The sound of a broken glass pane could be heard, loud and angry, immediately snapping Ghost out of his short-lived slumber. 

“Fuck.”

You were rudely awoken by the sound of your room being broken into. As if on instinct, your hand reached out for the knife you had prepared, one for this exact situation. A figure dressed in black instantly locked eyes with you when you looked up at the window, and as you tried to rise from your mattress, the man lunged toward you, pinning his arms on yours—him having forgotten your legs existed, you seized the chance and knelt him in his crotch. He instantly let go of you, instead opted to move his hands over his crotch in a poor attempt the soothe the searing pain he felt; you wasted no time, plunging your knife deep into the side of his neck and slit across his skin. Blood splurted out from the now deceased man, you quickly took massive steps back, but blood still stained your pyjamas—it was your favourite pair, too.

You knew more men were quickly approaching your location, and the sounds of heavy footsteps thumped the ground they walked on. You gave your lips a lick and let out a scoff. Getting up from the bed, you reached out to your nightstand and found a handgun in one of your drawers—your baby; you gave it a light smooch before scurrying away from the scene.

Being fast on your feet, you managed to slip into the kitchen next to your bedroom. You took cover behind your kitchen island, a handgun held tightly in your hand as you prepared yourself to fight back. “Fucking savages…” you mumbled under your breath; despite the situation at hand, you were calm—controlled. 

Soon enough, men could be heard commenting on the bloody scene they found and their dead comrade. “Fuck. Michael is dead.” a croaky voice spoke up; he groaned in disapproval before you heard a loud thump hit the wall. It sounded like they had kicked their comrade’s body aside. You winced, pity now bubbling up your throat; you pushed the feeling back down, knowing the man had tried to take your life just a moment before. The sounds of your bedroom being flipped upside down were loud , to say the least. You weren’t at all pleased with how they were manhandling your items, but you had to be patient, can’t risk death for a couple of torn plushies. 

The footsteps were approaching even closer; you kept your breath steady, hands tightening to an impossible degree around the gun. As soon as you heard footsteps approaching to your left, you immediately kicked a leg out; catching the man approaching by surprise and toppled him over before you slid around his back, his neck locked in your arms in a death grip as you hit him in the head with the butt of your handgun. You quietly dragged his body behind the island, searching his pockets for anything useful.

You found his identification card; scanned it with your eyes before shoving it in your pocket you soon heard another pair of footsteps; as they approached, you attempted to execute the same non-lethal takedown you did on the previous man. You stuck your feet out, only this time, the man took notice and instantly shot at your feet—barely missing your skin by an inch. You retracted your feet and rose up from behind the island, gun aimed at the man’s shoulder and pulled the trigger before he could react quickly enough. 

The man let out a painful yelp, and his hand went up to clutch his wounded shoulder. Seeing a window of opportunity, you rounded the corner of the kitchen island and swiftly kicked his feet, successfully knocking him down to the ground; his gun slid out of his hand—now disarmed and helpless. 

But before you had the chance to finish your job, more footsteps were approaching—two men appeared in your doorway as they stared at you, seemingly in shock at the scenery in front of them. You took their moment of vulnerability and raised your gun, taking a shot at the leg of the man on the left. He moaned in pain as he knelt down, clenching his teeth and holding his thigh in pain. His comrade looked over at him for a split second, and his mind conflicted—either he helped his comrade, or he shot you to death. And in that split second, you tried to launch yourself at the man but felt a hand tug at your ankle; instantly dropping you down to the ground, you greeted your teeth at the disadvantageous position you were in. As the man came to his senses and raised his gun to shoot at you, your foot collided with the face of the man that grabbed you, making him lose his grip on your ankle. Rolling to the side, you barely dodged the bullets that would’ve nailed themselves in your skull and declared you dead.

Your heart rate picked up tremendously, adrenaline pumping through your bloodstream, having just avoided death itself. “ You fucking bitch ,” were the words you heard before having the air knocked out of your lungs as you stumbled over and the feeling of the gun’s barrel being pressed into your side. In just a split second, you heard the gun go off.

Excruciating, sharp pain dominated every fibre of your being. You resisted the urge to scream, shout and cry in agony as you turned around; you slammed your side into the man, catching him by surprise as he fell over. 

Life or Death. 

You don’t get to dictate the life or death of someone.

But in that one second where the world around you slowed to barely a pause, you aimed your gun at the man now struggling to climb up; a clear goal in your mind: death .

When you came to your senses again, you were on your arms and knees. Your hand, now weak, pressed into the gunshot wound to your side. A pool of blood collected beneath you, his and yours, further staining your pyjamas. 

You have forgotten how much blood a human body contains.

Now that you were basically swimming in a puddle of it, you turned around and peered over at the two men that tried to get at you, who were now nothing but bodies surrounded by their own puddles. Your breath started to hitch, and the pain had only gotten worse as every second passed by; you knew you had to fight for your life, to stay up, no matter how much you wanted to tear open your wound and gnaw at the bullet that pierced your skin. You crawled your way to the kitchen island, finding a purchase of the marbled surface as you attempted to climb up. 

It seemed as though you had also forgotten how fragile a human body could be. Your fingers merely slipped from the island, painting the side vintage red with your blood; you stared at it in absolute defeat.

“Hey, been wanting to paint that in a while.” 

Even whilst looking at death in the eyes, you somehow found solace in the pain. 

Your body had weakened over the time you tried to save yourself, collapsing on the floor; the smell of iron and death filled your senses. 

You had expected to last longer, knowing how persistent a human body can be when it’s near death. But you were exhausted; every ounce of your life had been drained before you were even dead. You only hoped someone would eventually scavenge your home and find the family recipes you stored in the cabinet after your death. 

A blinding light burned into your eyes, you tried to protect your eyesight with your arms, but you only flailed. The sound of helicopter blades cutting the air hung above your home, and shouts of men could be heard from the inside—if you weren’t dead before, you totally are now. If the comrades of the men in your home had come to retrieve your body, they’d have the time of their life at what they would discover upon entering the door.

In your very last moment, you heard someone barging through your front door; without having to turn your head, you felt his gaze on you; before he could reach you, though,

You succumbed to your very last senses.

[scattered-winter]

ON THE DATE OF THURSDAY YOU MENTIONED OCS THAT YOU WANTED. I WOULD LOVE TO SEE THEM. PREHAPS EVEN DODDLE THE LITTLE GUYS MYSELF

sorry im rattling around in my enclosure again and my autistic ass forgot how to soclize for the fifth time this second

(i'm in an art block so I've resorted to harassing random people on the internet I find cool)

-rubixcubeanon

GBSLKDJGLKSBDGSLKG ITS LIKE 11 PM FOR ME RIGHT NOW SO THIS IS KIND OF UNHINGED BUT IM ALWAYS DOWN TO RAMBLE ABOUT SOME LITTLE GUYS

one of them is a werewolf pack leader and he's like. fundamentally he is a silly little guy. like what I'm thinking is he's kind of like the lovable rogue archetype (han solo-esque) but with a Twist being that. he actually has a LOT of responsibility as a pack leader and he actually takes it VERY seriously, but you just. wouldn't know that by looking at him. he tends to turn things into jokes and generally seems to not take anything seriously at all, but it's all a Carefully Constructed Facade (tm). because i go nuts for that <333 anyway here's a rough picrew

(i do NOT know his name yet. ive been calling him wolf boy in my head but that will not be what i actually call him LMAO)

and the other guy is a hunter/ranger type of character (TENTATIVELY named luka bc i love that name but truly. i have no fucking clue.) he basically lives and travels in the wilderness at the outer edges of the kingdoms and hunts monsters that prey on the outer villages. he's a very straight-laced no-nonsense loner, so when they have to team up for some reason (IDK YET!!!) they have a fun dynamic (he cant STAND wolf boy because he cant take anything seriously. and vice versa because luka has a stick shoved all the way up his ass. but they slowly begrudgingly gain respect for each other and maybe they kiss about it). anyway luka has a hunting bird named nova (cross between a peregrine falcon and a gyrfalcon and theyre BEST FRIENDS<33) and he has the bona fide Tragic Backstory (spoiler alert he wasn't always a loner). another rough picrew

the markings on his face is face paint BECAUSE!!!!!!!! he is from a community of hunter-warriors. and before every hunt, they would paint their faces, and wash the paint off when they came back with something for the group. and in fact they WOULDN'T come back until they had something because failure isn't tolerated when they depend on every hunter being successful. but anyway he gets exiled (for SOMETHING OR OTHER. DONT ASK ME WHAT BEACUSE I DONT FUCKIGN KNOWWW) but he keeps the hunting paint because he sees his lifestyle as One Big Hunt. and he's wearing the paint in the hopes that he can someday return home and be welcomed back as a successful hunter. (spoiler alert: he will never be good enough for them).

the plot is literally just vibes and shenanigans but there IS lots of whump and angst involved. because y'all know me.

[hallucinateonpaperspines]

Hi!! I just found out you had a tumblr and I saw your rdr2/tfp (of timelines and trolleys) crossover idea and I was just wondering if you’d be willing to expand on that? 👀 (unless you don’t want to give away any spoilers lol)

My rdr2 and tfp hyperfixations have made resurgence lately and the idea of that crossover sounds so cool!!! (I’m rereading your fic atm, it’s so fucking good I need it injected directly into my bloodstream)

WELCOME!!!! and thank you so much for the compliment （＾ω＾）

I've actually been working on the rdr crossover here and there, but I'll definitely start giving it more attention. (I feel I've moved to the acceptance stage of grief, but writing fanfic about it might implicate bargaining... eh I'll get some laughs out of it regardless)

I do want to make a mini-fic that's more put together than my PJO au, but has more content than some of my drops in Worlds of A Disgruntled OC so instead of rambling, how about I give you a sneak peak of what I'm working on?

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Ashlyn Moore was an incredibly unlucky person. It wasn’t a matter of opinion, it was an objective fact of the universe. As cut and dry as gravity’s rules or the laws of energy conservation. A dependable and evidentially supported fact of life, and much like Murphy’s Law, it could be invoked at any moment.

Such as right now.

Here, lying here, with a rock pressed against her spine and dirt rubbing against her skin, Ashlyn Moore was faced with such evidence that would seal her title as the unluckiest person in the world. Because how many people crossed dimensions not once, but twice within a year?

Wrinkling her nose, the girl didn’t bother to open her eyes. She was content to simply lay there, in the dirt, ignorant to the specifics of whatever world she’d wandered into for now. Not much different from what Ashlyn had been doing with the voices, and that had been working out great so far.

As much as she would love to reveal in unknowing bliss, dimensional travel had a very distinct feeling. An odd dreamlike haze, as if reconnecting a mind to a body that had been nothing but split atoms and a handful of migrating molecules moments before was an arduous task. A process not quite complete, even after eyes opened and sight returned. Ashlyn only had a rough guess of the moment her world had first blended with fiction, the transition too vague to truly define, but the sensation of other was too distinct not to connect to. And now, she had relived it once more. That was one aspect of reality, of whatever had happened when energon met that stupid rock, that she could not ignore.

The world had shifted, yet again, and she had no clue how to fix any of it.

Honestly, it was rather predictable, wasn’t it? Didn’t take a lot of brain power to figure out once those few details became clear and the story came into focus like the tapes of an old film.

Miko had tried to sneak out and watch a bot fight. Jack following to make sure the girl didn’t get herself killed was typical. Ashlyn, herself, had been bored out of her mind and resorting to watching mind-numbing videos of a survival expert cooking some Michelin-level salmon with tin foil and alternating to a shirtless man digging out an underground house with a piece of bamboo. Feeling faintly inspired, she’d been prepared to give the latter a try in the base’s walls. The fact that mud and roots were replaced by stone and steel would only add to the challenge. When Jack had catapulted after Miko, narrowly missing in his half-hearted tackle attempt, it was like a dinner bell rang.

Entertainment! Come get your free, entertainment! No broken nails or mining is required!

A pity, she’d been fascinated by the chance to create a hiding place in the walls for the whole 5 minutes the idea had spawned in her mind.

But this would work too.

Sharing a look with Raf, the pair had slyly put the computer down, still playing a collection of YouTube’s greatest survival tips, and followed their fellow homo sapiens. She may have been the oldest of the quartet, but Ashlyn was not their keeper. She was going to enjoy this little impromptu field trip while she could. 

Hidden on a cliff-side, the group held front-row seats to the mini-battle that unfolded beneath them. Ashlyn hadn’t recognized the scene or location, so she’d been too engrossed in the drama to take note when Miko had once again started to move. She’d only realized that anything had changed when Raf had asked what the younger girl was doing near a cave.

Ashlyn hadn’t stopped Miko from interacting with the carvings. Not from the photos or touching the chipped pieces. The design was familiar, even as it seemed jarringly wrong, but Ashlyn couldn’t quite identify what episode those odd drawings were part of. But if they were here, they must be important. 

Who was she to stand in the way of the plot?

Her hesitation was a mistake.

Bad luck had decided to strike again, and the last thing Ashlyn remembered seeing was a sudden blast and hearing the sudden screams of her companions.

In the glare of the light, Ashlyn could have sworn that the carvings had started to dance.

Thus, the latest evidence proving the Laws of Ashlyn had been added to the cosmic tally. She was unamused, but at least she was no longer bored. Ashlyn almost wished she was bored.

Yet, one must count their blessings. The air was warm and pleasant, breathable which was good. The rock that was pressing between the vertebra of her spine had not cut into it, and the tickling sensation of grass and dirt proved that she still had sensation in her limbs.

Somehow she was the unluckiest person in the world, but she still had enough luck in her to walk away with that evidence. Perhaps, in another life, she might’ve been a cat. A black cat with nine lives and the audacity that can only come from not having a single one stolen.

She smiled at the thought of sauntering down fence tops and lounging on tree branches. It must feel something like this, shadows dancing over her face as leaves danced in a merry breeze. Warm sunbeams caressed her form as she would laze away the day, blissful and unconcerned about the troubles of reality.

If only she was actually a cat.

Maybe if she opened her eyes she’d find that such a dream had been fulfilled.

Considering her luck, probably not. But now, with everything but her soul in question, she couldn’t prove that she wasn’t one. Schrodinger’s Cat was her preferred state of being usually, just for the simplicity of it. Why tack on a feline version for her sanity’s sake? 

She is a cat. She is not a cat. She is Ashlyn, and that’s more than enough.

With that line of thought, the girl’s mind drifted off into a strange breed of nonsense that could not help but taper off into a dream. Ashlyn Moore took a nap, not knowing where she was but quite sure that she was alone and that such problems could wait for whenever she deemed it prudent to leave this uncomfortable spot.

Had she not been so nonchalant, some things would have carried on very differently. For instance, a man, full-bearded and with a sour attitude came across the sleeping girl. Spotting a young woman, dressed oddly and splayed out beneath a tree, Bill Williamson shouldered his gun and stared.

What exactly was he supposed to do here?

Bill had seen many strange things in his life, from his stint in the army to his career as an outlaw, life had a way of tossing weird shit all over the place.

Stepping closer to the stranger, dry earth crunching beneath his boot and fingers itching to grab the carbine repeater once more, the man gave a start as some wild beast bellowed in the distance.

It took a moment to realize it was just the lady snoring… so she was alive then. Sleeping like a baby grizzly, complete with a little snot bubble that rose and fell with every “mehu.”  

Stepping back, Bill sighed and rubbed his head. Just their luck that first thing after getting off that goddamn mountain a stranger appears right outside of camp. The women hadn’t even unpacked yet, Mr fucking Morgan’s wagon with Hosea and Charles hadn’t even arrived yet! Dutch hadn’t even done one of his speeches yet and already something unexpected had happened. Lone woman or not, the situation was suspicious.

The gang couldn’t risk gaining any attention or trouble, not until they had the money to split properly. Or until Dutch come up with another plan. 

Looking back at the woman, Williamson took in her odd clothes. Jeans a few sizes too small, boots that didn’t look like anything he’d ever seen and a jacket that might’ve dyed leather. Oddly dressed, yes, but, other than a branch sticking out of wild hair, she was well-groomed and appeared healthy from a quick glance. Not some poor waif, likely had a family that would notice if she went missing.

Drat.

Dutch also wouldn’t appreciate killing a random woman just because she decided to nap near the camp. Besides, there was no confirmation that she’d seen anything. No confirmation that anyone knew where she was or would suspect them if she went missing. Valentine was a small town. People talked in small towns. People were suspicious.

The Van Der Linde Gang did not need help to be seen as suspicious.

Poking her with his boot, Bill watched as that lady scowled and swatted it. He thought he could hear her muttering about something.

Leaning closer, Bill hovered over the girl in hopes of overhearing. Maybe pick up some clues on this latest shit that had been tossed his way.

He failed to account for the girl waking up.

Ashlyn Moore, opening her eyes to a strange, kinda familiar, ruffian hovering over her acted on pure, engrande reflex.

Always aim for the eyes, her mother had told her.

Her hand moved quickly, fingers winding in the coarse foul-smelling beard, and pulled. Her other hand met the surprised and teetering man’s face.

A solid crack sounded off as blood spurted. The man screamed, shrill and high as he fell back on his heels, hands too occupied with his broken nose to reach for his gun.

What luck. What wondrous, good-for-nothing, terrible luck.

“Y-you! YOU BITCH!”

Amid the whining, Ashlyn could hear trees rustling and other voices sounding off in the distance. Had she not just woken from a nap, the girl might’ve taken her wake-er hostage with that pretty rifle. Or maybe she would have demanded to speak to his boss, manager, or mother about his horrid manners. Alas, still sleep-addled, Ashlyn felt the incoming forces of retribution and bolted out of the forest, into an open clearing, and ran out into the plains without bothering to think about where she was going.

Bill for his part, was left with explaining to Javier what the hell happened when the Mexican bounded over pistol drawn and just quick enough to see a shadow darting away. As Mrs. Grimshaw set his nose and smacked his head, Javier wouldn’t stop laughing about Bill losing a fistfight to a deer.

Uncle said it must have been a branch.

Bill remained quiet, sulking as Mr. Morgan drove his wagon in and listened to the tale.

“Nah. Must’ve been a twig.”

Bill really wished he had shot that girl.

[yeyinde]

sorry to ramble + feel free to ignore this btw 😭😭 but i adore this show sm </3

but, yes i think u absolutely have richies character down to a T. one of the things i really appreciated about the show was how complex all the characters were and yeah, Richie is this ultimate asshole but you also see how much he cared for mikey and how he cares for carmy in his own weird way. and his dynamic with syd is also very interesting i think, and just seeing him struggle with grief and being SO resistant to change and he is confrontational but almost in an insecure way…. it just does something to me.

no, please keep rambling!!!!! 🤩 And also, sorry!!! This got away from me!

But I completely agree!!! Richie is the personification of "bottle that shit up, kid" and I love those types of characters, especially when they are good despite it all. He could have just been a paper-thin asshole, but he isn't. I mean, he is, but! He's an jerk with a heart of gold (kinda. maybe faux gold.)

I think what really sold that for me was the date scene, where he's just absolutely crushed. Devastated. And still trying to salvage something from it despite it being a losing battle. It really displayed his grief perfectly.

His is completely ignored.

He didn't lose a blood-brother. People are considerate of Carmy (to an extent), but Richie is just the childhood friend.

He can't even commiserate with Carmy, despite the fact that Carmy probably grew up with Richie.

(I h/c them as being childhood friends, and that, honestly, makes everything so much worse. No one ever asks about how the childhood friend is doing, and I don't think he expects them to, but still. He was there for Mikey through everything. Everything. And he can't even talk about it because everytime he tries, he cries, he gets choked up, and how can he cry when Carmy is going through it so much worse? It's selfish.)

He's the crabby, surly worker who everyone thinks should have been in jail a long time ago. Who no one expects much of, despite the fact that he's always at work. Always there. Dependable in his own way. He didn't go to a fancy school, but he knows things. He's street smart. Slick. He knows how to get around.

And when Syd goes off on him??? Omg. I honestly shattered. Like, I get it. I love Syd. I get it. But the way he just stood there and silently took it all, said nothing but just did what he had to do to keep the mess from spilling over any more than it already was. You would have expected him to lash out. To scream. Hurtle insults. And I think that's because he believed everything she said. All of that is the same stuff that runs through his head on a loop. He's insecure about all of it, and she picked it pieces.

When he's arrested, he called his (ex??)-wife. No answer. And I -

AHHHHHHHHH.

He's not nice, but he's kind(-ish).

If you told him you had a flat tyre, he'd help you change it, but he'd mock you the ENTIRE time. He'd be a right jerk about the whole thing. But you know what? He's still in the dirt, the snow, changing your damn tyre. And put your wallet away, he doesn't take charity from idiots who can't change a damn tyre. Use it to buy yourself a clue, stupid. Who drives in Chicago, anyway? Asking for it, if you ask him. Have you seen those potholes?

He's in a rut, but he doesn't have the tools to express it outside of anger. Lashing out. His marriage is (perhaps??) over, but he still wears his wedding ring. He does his best. He doesn't like change. He's comfortable. Sure, it isn't great, but it's good. And that's enough for him.

And if someone truly good came into his life, he'd push them out. Run. Flee. He doesn't deserve it, and you're just pulling his leg. He's no charity case on rough side of Chicago who needs someone to polish him up, thanks. Mind your damn business and stay the hell away from him unless you just want a quick fuck (but after, you should probably stay the night, or whatever. It's cold outside. And don't mind the kids toys all over the place. There his girls if she ever wanted to come over. Just shut up about it.). And, hey, it's late. You shouldn't walk home alone at night. You both get done at the same time. He'll walk with you. And you haven't eaten? Well, shit. You should have said something because the best Italian place (authentic Italian, none of that cheap shit) is three blocks in the opposite direction, but it's late. You probably have things to do, so get to them. Oh, you don't? Well, why wouldn't you wanna spend time with him? He's a delight. And stop flirting with him, you heathen. It's against HR policy. He'd know. He wrote it.

(but maybe there's some clause or whatever about not letting a good thing go, so. maybe you're stuck with him.)

[hellcatinnc]

Lover Pretend Review

Includes Spoilers

Eiichirou Asagi

His laugh is adorable and I can't help wanting to want to date him from the start I hate I had to wait. He has a smile and personality that just makes you want to pounce your professor I mean seriously who would not want to be mentored and seduced by this man. I squealed when I got to his route and I swear this man will be the death of me. It is hot when a man says "Good Girl" but damn this man kept saying after he was say to do something like seriously WTF... I found myself literally drooling over this man and his CG like oh there is the one with his tongue tasting his fingers. Somehow I feel like he is blocked til last because this professor is a naughty man and damn I wish you could go more in depth with that. I need a fan disk with more Eiichirou in it!!!

So this man is like the whole package I had no clue anyone would truly take my attention away from Riku & Yukito but damn everything about this man is better. He even flirts but in a almost not knowing way like when you take him food as an assistant he talks about how you would make a great wife like WHHAATT!! Even when you find out he is your brother he still wants you because he is in love with you. Like I know it may sound bad but fuck if he was gonna be in my bed and I just found that out I would shred the results act like I never saw them. anyways he is a bad boy with his naughtiness like kissing you when your asleep, or putting his arms around you at the arcade. Even at the point where you hug and kiss him and he tells you if your doing very special then you need to add more to it for the very part. Like he is in his 30s and makes these little boys seem useless. He is always dressed nice and sexy. Shoot if I could see a professor like that in my colleges I'd gladly go back to school.

Also he has his sweet and tender side like where he will get sparklers and step away from the crowd to be close to you and share your own connection. Or the fact some guys try to fuck with you and his possessiveness and protectiveness kick in and he is intimidating to the guys. Shoot this is a man that has a very dominate side and you can see it makes your mind wonder of what he could do to you. He even helps you win a stuffed animal at the arcade like this man is perfect he is definitely the man that could bring all the naughty professor vibes to play. I know alot of people hate that his is a shorter version than everyone else's route and yeah I wish it was longer however I get why its shorter to because unlike them that had to meet her and fall in love with you he already was. Him and Kazuma have already known your long enough so they dont per-say need to fall.

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Riku Nishijima

This man is sophisticated and professional but damn when he starts acting and gets passionate about his words he can captivate any heart especially with his smile. When you do his romance route you find he can be a jack of all trades. He will tease you to make you blush and be cute, he also likes the be mischievous and cheeky in his own way. He has a naughty boy side thats severely hot, he is jealous and possessive which possessive men are always hot. He likes cute things like milk and bananas together he is quiet lazy but to me I felt he was the closest to a all around guy with many sides. At some points he is the sad boy, sheltered rich kid and more. I can believe he does not get noticed as much as he should. Don't get me wrong in the beginning I didn't know if I would like him I mean yeah he is hot but he seemed to stiff.

However you find that his father being overly strict in everything he has done in acting has made him feel like this is what he has to be. His rough side the side of him you see his love of art is so adorably cute like his hair all roughed up and paint all over him yep thats hot. The mc is perfect she even admits that he is practically sexier in his real self more lazy than the prince charming façade he gives off. He can come of manipulative as well but I feel alot of that comes from his up bring from his dad to show biz itself. I feel like once you see his personality you find he is actually quiet cheeky and a bit of a naughty boy.

Like he has a good tolerance for sure the mc makes him wait like 2 years to even have sex that is absolutely crazy that poor man I mean least you know he ain't going no where when he doesn't leave in that time. I can't imagine why you would have this hot of a man at home and not want to be in bed with him. He has the cutest likes at a festival his eyes light up when it comes to eating cotton candy and for snacks he loves bananas and milk. Its kind of a cute combo and he likes being fed and he is too lazy to blow his own food. Its funny this might be red flags for some but the way he was when he admits he loves you makes sense. Like I love the end when he talks about having kids like omg this man takes my heart over and over again. He is the perfect amount of sexy, flirty, naughty, and sweet all together. to me there is no better bae or husbando in this game than him.

He knows how to be the cutest like for his birthday he talks about wanting matching tea cups absolutely adorable. I want to also take into play how his possessiveness is towards any guy however Sena just happens to get on his nerves fast with hittin on the mc. I honestly feel like if Sena pushed any harder I think Riku would punch him. His acting is amazing his artwork is too. You even get to see him with his father which is rocky but he stands up for the mc against him and anyone especially once he realizes he is in love. I love another part of the ending soon he don't mind his girl tying his hair up as if he was a little kid in how it looks to get it out of his eyes. This proves when he is in love thats it. Only thing I didn't like is they say he plans to travel when he graduates leaving her behind however if I caught it right at the very end they are practically saying that he plans to stay behind that year graduate the next when she does so they both can go overseas.

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Yukito Sena

The moment you meet this man his flirts begin but of course I love that in a love interest. Of course the MC isn't having it so when he chooses you to act with him in auditions this man takes it to a whole new level. He is sneaky and sly and down right sexy as hell. He even acts as he is groveling on the floor for you to let him kiss you and when you say ok you will be his he makes you say it all together and not as quick words. This is his slyness as a fox but oh so smooth, he has some mad game. I tell you it doesn't take long to want more of this man. The longer you play you realize there is so much more to him than modeling. Like due to his father being in showbiz and causing a image of himself as a playboy when Yukito steps into the spotlight its all people believe he is worthy of so not taken seriously. He becomes what everyone wants but yet still deep down he isn't like that. He has women who flirt and are all about him but he even admits later its more of a image or to get them more noticed in the spotlight etc.

He loves to flirt but he really is sweet about it and I think he grows to have feelings alot earlier on because finally someone sees him for more than the model and pawn everyone else sees. That being said its cute when he brings up often "Are you in love with me yet?" This is what makes it clear he is already smitten yet still trying to keep that image up. He wants and needs someone to push him and tell him when he needs to fix things and this is what makes him so intrigued with you. You can tell he does anything to get close even pretend to be your boyfriend when its supposed to push a girl away he isn't into yet you find any chance he gets he mentions oh were doing stuff like a real couple. Honestly I feel like everyone but the MC gets how in love he has fallen by this point.

The way he handles it when she blurts out they can't get any closer after he mentions wanting to kiss and then she says we can't you might be my brother. The look on his face like oh thats the only reason she didn't want to get close is because she thinks this. Don't get me wrong I think it was what the mc had to tell herself because I think she had fallen for him awhile back when she didn't expect it and all the emotions were coming to the top now. Honestly there was no way she was going back I'm afraid even if it had came out he was her brother, I do not know how long it would have kept them apart before that line would have been blurred due to both people in love with each other already.

Not gonna lie I'm glad there were a good amount of CG pictures and boy did he look hot as hell in everyone of them. I'm normally not into blondes but damn he can make any woman melt especially with that wink, smile, and look in his eyes. He is a naughty boy as well you realize that later when your together about how bad he wants you in every way. When he confesses to you he loves you and gets the reciprocation he has no problem setting it straight completely with the girl he works with that he is in no way interested or will he ever be and that he loves you. Its sweet he would make sure to do this in front of you letting you know how much you mean to him. One thing I thought was super sweet is earlier on you go out for a drink with him and he orders you a drink. Not knowing there is a meaning to that drink you just enjoy it and move on. Near the end of the story you find as you wait for him that the bartender tells you that the drink given to a woman by a man means the man is plainly saying "I'm in love with you and have fallen so fast". Like he was already trying to say it but had no idea how to.

I went in thinking he was just a flirt but he is a sweetheart underneath making it hard to get enough of him. The support you give him it seems to show that ya'll thrive so well together. I love he did everything he could to make sure he was by your side as much as he could even with his work schedule. He loves to spoil a woman he loves as well and although he would show her off in a heartbeat he also knows his job is hard and the women that make life harder would make it harder for you. He is caring, considerate and honestly the best boy yet. Also when he colors his hair dark damn this boy becomes smoking hot, and even his cute photo shoot pics and acting even when this boy is crying he makes you want to just hold him. He has such an amazing effect on not only the MC but you as you play it too.

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Kazuma Kamikubo

He is so cute when he gets flustered and yet he also knows how to be caring and sincere to you like worrying about how much sleep you have had or doing your makeup to make you feel better even though he already thinks your beautiful. He is the one who first comes out with a lie that comes back on you when he tells someone your his girlfriend because your in the wrong place at the wrong time snooping back stage. He covers your butt however he has to lie to do so. He always talks about being your big brother however it was too easy for him to snap out you were his girlfriend when he could have simply said something like sister. Then when things get complicated and everyone thinks your dating it doesn't take him long to say we should keep the lie going so things don't get to complicated at your work. He also is fast to flop down in your lap and pretend your his girlfriend. I felt like by this point in the story that he always thought of you as more than a friend but never thought he had a chance so he settled being your big brother while maybe his heart always pined for you.

He can sometimes be stubborn but he does have your best interest at heart. He will go the extra mile to make you smile and is caring of your feelings with the things he says. He honestly does connect on a deeper level I think than even others can because he has been there for so long in your life. He is like the cutest bean after he goes into pretending your his girlfriend this man puts on all breaks to the world. Granted he starts lacking at work but when you confront him since his boss comes to you about it he is so genuine. Like he goes into telling you he just wants to be on his phone looking up places he can take you as a couple. Also watching his texts to see if you need him or message him. When you ask why when he is at work and he says cause he is always thinking about you and how to make you happy. I kinda hate the MC for acting like his job is more important when this is something you don't see in many men and one of the things I love about this man. I mean yes I get the lacking at work but the conversation could have been handled differently he just wants to be a good boyfriend its sweet.

His first ideas of dating is to take you to hot springs and stargazing damn there is some deep romance in this man waiting to come out. He even goes into telling you one and only ex girlfriend didn't work out cause she said he was in love with someone else and you can guess who that person was. By this point I knew I was right from the beginning when I felt he just never thought he was good enough for you but always was in love with you. He even believes in paying for his woman on dates no half and half bullshit. He is the sweetest with wanting to do cute romantic tropes like him being early for the date and such damn he is so damn adorable. The first time you mention hanging out with any guy alone no matter the reason he asks you not and when he doesn't feel like your listening he snatches the phone and gets forceful with his voice and the word no. I'm not gonna lie he became hot as hell with the possessiveness and jealousy all together, damn boy just went from 7 on the scale of hot to a mere 15.

Even in his bad endings you get to find out that he can't see his life without you in it and doesn't want to either. Yes he is a bit competitive and selfish but I feel its from a good place because he is so afraid that he will lose you because you will leave him behind him and no longer need him. He admits he needs you in his life and that he is sorry he is weak and selfish. I find the fact he even knows when he might do things for the wrong reasons but in the end his heart is loyal and strong and would do anything for the woman he loves. The rest of the bad endings hurt me so I just don't want to go there again. However this boy right through to the end even when he loses his memory in a accident he still talks about being the man to make you happy. Like this is some loyal dedication and even in the bad endings when he didn't remember you he still wanted to marry you. The happy ending was my favorite though because he does your hair for bridal and practically tells you he is gonna marry you and he will do your hair then too. Such a sweetie he was my first in the game and I am so glad to because he was sweet, loyal, and wholesome in his own ways. He was the big brother/best friend/turned lover/boyfriend and he was sweet and caring about it. This is how a real big brother type should treat you (here's looking at you Toma from Amnesia sighs).

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Harumi Makino

You think when you first see him crying in a movie theater that he might actually be a decent guy but he rubs me wrong from the start. He is my least favorite guy and although I like tsunderes I just got more of him being withdrawn and not interested in women when I met him. As time goes on you find he is a rollercoaster like one minute you think he feels something then he shy's away and its really hard to keep up with him. His is a more hot and cold route and even though the last episode in the happy ending he was amazing it was getting to there. So between his route being boring at times and then his hot and cold made it hard to fully love him. I loved his nerdy cosplay side that shit is adorable to me. Not to mention he is hot in a nerdy way. When he does cosplay though he floored me he was so damn hot then.

It was cute later when he showed more flustering when he liked the mc. He isn't a horrible character in anyway just to me he was the one that was the hardest to get into. Once you get further in his route it does get better. Also when you see he has a naughty side omg this man can turn you on in seconds with his dominant possessive side. That was the side of him I found to be the most attractive. All in all I can't write as much about him however I do think I have seen much worse characters. Also I know he is supposed to be played 3rd but honestly nothing in his story really is that important that you really can't play any time.

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[sleeplessphantom-0]

Alright I’m gonna vent for a bit.

I have just dropped out of one of my college classes, Numerical Methods. The class takes higher level maths (think differential equations and linear algebra) and converts it into code.

Main issue? I’m currently taking differential equations and linear algebra fucking concurrently with this class. We would start talking about shit in numerical meths as if it were obvious, but I’d have no clue what the fuck they were talking about.

Typically the content covered in num meths would be about 1-2 weeks ahead of it being taught to me in my math class. So I wasn’t getting anything from these lectures

Beginning of the semester the Professor told us that in the near future they are gonna change it from a corequisite to a prerequisite.

I heard from a friend in a different numerical methods class that their Professor straight up said to drop the class if you haven’t taken those math classes. I should have followed his lead and dropped it then. Would have saved myself some headaches.

I thought about roughing it out and trying my best to the end of the semester. I might be able to just barely pass. But I took the midterm for that class yesterday and it truly hit me how out of my depth I was.

I’ve been able to scrape by so far because I’ve got half-decent coding skills. But no more.

I’m done.

I’m fucking done.

I’m done walking a tightrope trying to balance this class with my other classes when I’m not learning anything from it.

I’m so fucking done.

The only saving grace is that I’ve made this decision before the deadline to withdraw has lapsed.

Just wish I had done this in the beginning.