#I’m gullible and I’m trusting and I believe in the good in everyone

[motordyk]

and I hope you reblog this and add in the tags ‘#it’s okay #i forgive you :)’

and then we can be friends

maybe

hopefully

[rosicheeks]

Not dming on this hellsite is the best thing you can do. That's a very good policy.

I’ve learned my lesson 🙃

[grimmweepers]

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄: OCT 3RD

— ♤ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: yandere!dottore x assistant!fem reader

— ♤ 𝐜𝐰: obsessive yandere behaviour, emotional manipulation, psychological manipulation, stalking, build up to smut is longish sorry, reader is gullible, dubcon, no preparation, pussy slapping (once), he calls you sweetheart, pet, pup, unprotected sex, creampie, rough sex, power imbalance, biting, 3.5k wc, 18+ only, MDNI.

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

It started with curiosity.

Maybe it was the softness in your voice as you confidently sat in his office, explaining why you would be perfect for the job, or perhaps the way you held onto the belief that he was a good person. But once Dottore saw how much you lit up when he offered you a position on the spot, he knew right then he needed to keep you close. 

This new revelation almost terrified him. 

Your voice was so innocent, clinging to him like honeysuckle, and that warmth behind your smile—it was too pure, too untainted. It had to be locked away before the world could tarnish it.

If you had paid attention, you would’ve noticed how his gaze lingered a little too long when you spoke; how his questions would dive deeper the more you got to know him.

You were ignorant of how much Dottore had deeply ingrained himself into every facet of your life, playing the role of the emotionally distant boss who eventually found comfort in your company. He saw that flicker of trust in your eyes and allowed you to believe you were the only person who could see the real him: the man behind the mask who bled his heart and soul to you when nobody else was looking.

Everything was calculated. Subtle. You had become his latest obsession—a sweet, little experiment where the only result he deemed acceptable would be having you wrapped around his finger. So he made sure he was the first you turned to when things went wrong, planting seeds of doubts about everyone you knew. 

“Forgive me but your friends don’t seem to understand you.”

At first, you dismissed his comments but over time his critiques took root. You saw flaws in people that seemingly weren’t there before which made you wonder if it was truly only Dottore who had your best interest at heart. Gradually, you began to rely on him as your only confidant. Your rock. But it didn’t stop at just your relationships. Dottore had inserted himself into your daily routine, providing solutions for problems you hadn’t realised he created. After minor inconveniences and projects falling through, he was always there to pick up the pieces.

“Here, let me help you with that.”

And every time he did, you felt more indebted to him.

Dottore strung you along for years, feeding you enough affection to have you tethered with him while subtly isolating you from others. And when he finally made you his girlfriend, it was less a declaration of love and more of a confirmation of his control over you.

But you didn’t need to know that. 

You are his precious masterpiece, sculpted into the ideal partner, no longer the person you once were but a reflection of his twisted desires. 

When calling him “Doctor” transitioned from a professional title to something you moaned whenever he plowed you with his cock, it was difficult for him not to start touching himself at random hours of the day. 

Fortunately for him, he could simply just find you while you were working and suddenly, there was something hard pressed against your ass! It always satisfied him a great deal knowing how willing you were to please him, no matter the time of day.  

Sometimes he pitied you for never catching on so the first time you went astray, he was somewhat glad that his little darling wasn’t so dense.

“Dottore, I’m finding it difficult to get through to you. I feel suffocated. I’m worried about us.”

He glanced up from his notebook, almost affectionately, “You’re overthinking it, my dear.”

“I think we need some time apart," your words tasted bitter. "I just… need to clear my head. I’m sorry,” you felt guilty for even suggesting it.

“Time apart?” he repeated with a false frown, dropping his book to look at you wholly. “For how long?’

“I’m not sure.”

A tense silence hung between you, and you tried to steady your breath.

“Darling, you’re not making any sense,” he blinked.

“It makes sense to me,” you protested, “I wasn’t asking.”

Truth be told, he was more amused than angered. Although, he wondered what it was that finally provoked your sudden notion. Sure, disagreements were more frequent but it had been so long since this all began. He thought his tactics would be something you were used to by now. Perhaps you were starting to see everything for what it truly was.

Perhaps not.

Your voice was trembling but you were firm in your resolve. Dottore liked that you thought you had a choice, so he entertained you by letting the last of his smile fade from his lips, eyes narrowing in your direction. 

“So a break, then? If you think that will benefit us, I understand. But I’m not a mind reader. If something bothers you, you have to tell me, okay?”

His words seemed to melt some of your worries away so you couldn’t help but feel a little bad for him. Could you really doubt someone so patient, so willing to give you space when you needed it? 

“Really?”

“Of course," the lie effortlessly slipped between his teeth, "I respect your boundaries."

You nodded as you squeezed his hand and before you could turn away, his grip tightened. “Before you go, let me remind you that I love you, so very much.” 

And without warning, he kissed you. It was lingering, with no remorse, disguised as a parting gift—as if to say he knew you’d be back.

“You shouldn’t be doing that,” you said, feeling conflicted. 

“Doing what?” He questioned.

Dottore knew exactly what he was doing. 

———

Weeks had passed but your time away from him was restless. Days felt semi-wakeful and what emerged was not clarity but the creeping sense that the world was conspiring against you.

It was like your life had taken an irreparable turn. Work became a constant setback, and friends you thought you had made you feel isolated and adrift. Even your home, which once felt cozy and safe, was starting to feel clinical and cold. 

And who would be the one to orchestrate your misery other than the Doctor himself? That vendor who suddenly couldn’t get your orders right? A bribe from Dottore. The neighbours who started fighting at all hours? A couple he had manipulated into conflict. Even your small office, a place that once made you feel so productive, now felt claustrophobic and stifling thanks to subtle changes he made while you were away.

Each of these inconveniences wore you down, making you long for the comfort and stability that only Dottore had ever provided. 

So when you received a short and carefully worded letter from him, asking how you were, you felt a surge of relief. You didn’t hesitate to see him that very evening, desperate to talk in person.

Before you knew it, you were falling right into his hands.

On your feet, you headed straight to the entrance of his lab and stared at the door before you gave a knock.

“Come in,” he said from inside.

The moment you saw him, he greeted you with that charming smile, and suddenly all the frustration from the past weeks melted away. You rushed into his arms, burying your face into his chest, “I missed you.”

He held you close, stroking the back of your head with practiced gentleness, “Ah! You’re finally back. I can’t say I’ve been happy without you.” 

If he was beaming out of satisfaction, you were blind to it. You were too distracted by the need to hear him say it back, to say that he missed you. But instead of the words you longed to hear, he merely held you tighter.

Looking up at him, your eyes searched for reassurance, “Did you miss me?”

He leaned in, pressing a kiss on your forehead, “Of course.”

“Everything’s been so hard,” tears began to well up, “I can’t believe I distanced myself when I needed you the most.” 

He was always enthralled whenever he was right.

“Let’s not dwell on that, shall we? I’m here now so don’t fret.”

His words felt like a balm to your wounded soul and you clutched onto his coat as if he might vanish if you let go. You could not refuse him and he wouldn’t allow that option to exist. Dottore watched you, elated with himself, “Come,” he said, taking your hand towards his familiar private quarters, “I have something for you.” 

After closing the door behind him, his gaze remained on you, “I was hoping you would see me sooner rather than later,” he started, guiding you to the couch where the two of you sat. “We have much to catch up on.”

Dottore wore his grief convincingly as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a delicate crystal necklace that flickered like ice in the light, “I don’t want to lose you again.” Your heart skipped a beat as he put it on for you, the weight of it cold against your skin. When you relaxed your guard, he leaned in and whispered in your ear, “I can’t lose you. I won’t.” 

You thanked him for the gift but felt him craning your head to the side.

“It’s ice quartz," he purred, "For the pure love I have for you. For the healing that I hope it brings to your troubled heart. I’m sorry.”

There was a pause, a thoughtful stillness, and without another word, he kissed the exposed skin of your neck as if you beckoned him to. 

His lips were impossible to resist, each kiss slowly claiming you as he trailed his way to your mouth. You allowed your hands to explore his hair, messing up the neatness that once was.

Dottore wasted no time, the moment his lips met yours, you felt his hungry tongue and how it tasted of false apologies and something sickeningly sweet. He kissed you like he was starved—like he'd wanted his mouth on yours for weeks.

"Do you still—" he lightly pulled your bottom lip between his teeth, "—feel suffocated?"

Yes, you wanted to say. But for an entirely different reason now. This type of suffocation made your head spin and left something tingling between your legs.

"No," you finally answered against him. A string of saliva connected the small space between your lips. You relaxed under him and he took it as a chance to shuffle himself between your thighs.

"Hmm, I'm glad," he smirked before forcing another kiss out of you. Between gasps for air, his impatient hands found the hem of your blouse, unbuttoning it as he pushed you on your back. You pulled him down with you because you refused to part from the sinful way his lips collided with yours.

Piece by piece, layers of clothes began to disappear until you were left with nothing except the necklace he had given you. 

Spread out like this, you were ravishing, like a fine piece of art and the sight of you went straight to his cock. It throbbed in his slacks and you could hear his breathing growing uneven. At that moment, he could’ve taken you like an animal but he wasn’t ready. Not yet.

“Mmh!” you moaned in surprise as he cupped your breast, fondling your sensitive nipples and practically anywhere else that was available to him. He was so precise in everything he did, it was no wonder he was in his profession. 

The time you spent apart had left you already aching for him so when he dipped his fingers between your quivering thighs, he felt your arousal. You were hot and puffy and embarrassingly wet.

Dottore began to toy with your clit and it pulsed under the pads of his fingers. You moaned instantly. But he was excruciatingly light with his touch which only made you desperate for more friction. You whined and even though the sound of it made his heart beat quickly, his face was unreadable.

“Patience,” he urged. Dottore waited for you for weeks and you had the nerve to whine? At the very least you could have made up for the time you robbed from him. 

You intended to listen. You really did! But when his fingers teased the entrance of your hole, your body acted before you could think and suddenly, your hips rolled towards him. He had barely even touched you before he stopped. 

Tsk, you heard from him, clearly disappointed by your lack of control.

Instead of continuing, he gave your pussy a sudden slap which left you whimpering. 

“Why—!” You trembled, feeling its stinging aftermath.

Why?

Simply put, he decided he wasn’t going to bother with what you wanted. 

In exchange for running away from him, he would show you that not everything was served on a silver platter. Seeing you go from distressed to dependent on him only excited him more. No one riles him up in the way that you do so he couldn’t bear to wait a second longer. 

“Stay like this,” there was something deranged about the smile that appeared on his face. The clinical white glow of his quarters dulled his pale skin yet his teeth glistened through his lips. You felt a chill and it wasn't because of the cold air.

He pulled away and you were immediately drawn to the tight bulge pressing against his pants. Dottore noticed. He knew you were watching.

"Now open your legs for me," he said, breaking you out of your daze. You shifted pathetically under him so it was ultimately his large hand, splayed across your thigh that held you in place. You saw his erection twitch when his eyes fell on your hole, drenched for him and all.

After quickly undoing his trousers, he pushed his throbbing length inside you in one, deep stroke. Your hands curled into the cushions and you were prepared to scream—

"Perfect," he breathed. You didn't need proper preparation. He knew your body better than you did.  

Your voice was lodged in your throat as his girth stretched you apart and Dottore couldn’t help throwing his head back, curses falling from his lips at how well you hugged him. You were so beautiful like this. He couldn’t wait to fuck you back into obedience. It was your fault for being this way, really. You were just so malleable, so easy.

“Ah, look at you. So wet already, my little pup. Did you miss me that much?” 

“Yes, I did. Yes, I did, Doctor!” you whimpered, and he began thrusting as if rewarding you for your response. His hips slammed mercilessly into yours at an unexpected pace, and you couldn’t even think about any of your frustrations anymore. Each time he slid in and out was like erasing all the concerns you had before this. 

“Dottore,” he corrected you. “You call me by my name today.” There was a slight strain in his voice as he fucked you but that was better than what was going on with you. With each thrust bucking into your sweet spot, you could hardly talk. 

The coat on his back ruffled behind him with each erratic movement. It was almost humiliating how he remained entirely clothed as he rammed into you. Your bare skin was on display yet not so much as a zipper and his disheveled hair was out of place for him.

Maybe he was too eager, you thought. Or maybe it was because he wouldn’t strip himself for the likes of you. Not when he was trying to remind you that being with him was a luxury. What he needed to etch into your subconscious was: 

You could get whatever you want as long as you stay and listen. 

Huffing at the sensation of being balls deep inside your pussy, he held you with a bruising grip on your waist, fucking you in a way that had you drooling. You were trying to remember a time when he wasn’t the one making you happy or giving you pleasure—but you couldn’t. Because it didn’t exist. 

“Dott…ore,” you called breathlessly, your voice mixing with the sound of your necklace clinking against your chest. He knew you very well, you had more to say than just the spilling of his name. He could see it in your damn eyes. 

Lowering himself to your neck, he rutted you even further into the couch, “What is it, my dear?” He asked, biting into you, feeling his hot and heavy breath fanning your skin. You yelped as his teeth clenched, knowing there was going to be a mark later. 

“I… love… you…” The words came out in a broken whisper, the sincerity of your confession made his cock twitch inside of you, precum already painting the insides of your hole. 

His tongue began to trace a slow and deliberate path from your neck to your ear, keeping his relentless rhythm as he did. “Is that right?” There was a cruel edge to his voice when he spoke. And you nodded back at him, feebly. Truthfully. 

“Then act like it,” he hissed, grip tightening as he thrusted sharply.

You shuddered underneath him—out of fear or pleasure, you weren’t sure but you knew you didn’t want it to end. You pulled him closer, winding your hands around his neck while he was deep inside you. “I’m— sorry!” you moaned, an apology slipping out in a haze. 

He almost growled at the sensation of you trembling around him, his crimson eyes searing into you, “No, it’s not your fault. I should have paid better attention to you.”

Another lie but exactly what you needed to hear to keep you going.

Lewd squelching sounds filled the room as he reduced you to a filthy mess. Even in your years of being with him, you had never seen him so untamed. Your juices were getting all over his trousers and if you knew any better, you would've seen how he got off on that.

You had almost forgotten where you were, though, at that point, you didn’t care about whether anybody else in the building heard. He fucked you hard and desperately, whatever he needed to do to keep his darling at bay, and you shamelessly cried out his name over and again. It was adorable.

“Dottore�� I’m close—! Fuck. Fuck!” You swallowed your words as he pounded you. 

"Dirty mouth," he grunted, "Who taught you how to speak like that?"

He hovered above you, so close you could almost feel his hair tickling your face. "Nobody," you moaned quietly this time, feeling ashamed.

Every veiny inch of him was inside you and the more you felt of it, the less you thought. You just wanted to snap, to cum on him while he drove into you.

“Oh my, you're getting tighter,” he cooed, his voice deceptively gentle as he neared his own release. “Feeling good, sweetheart? Finish with me then…” 

Fortunately—or unfortunately, his pace became rougher, like a repeated reminder of who he was to you and his hand traveled to your jaw, tipping your head to meet his gaze. Amid your bodies thrashing, he could barely keep up with his own voice,

“No one will ever love you like me

or care about you like me

or fuck you like me. Do you understand, pet?” 

“Yes—! Yes, I do,” you panted as you wrapped your legs around him, pulling his hips further into your sloppy cunt. In your lust-clouded daze, you were too weak to register the weight of his words. His sultry voice did a great job at masking the fact that he meant every single thing he said. 

Dottore’s face twisted into a more sadistic smile, letting his thoughts get the best of him. He relished in how little and helpless you sounded, how utterly pliant you were to his will. Everything felt right again and you were back to where he had woven you. With a final, brutal snap of his hips, he spilled his seed inside you, locking himself against you. 

You arched your back as your orgasm crashed simultaneously—you moaned collectively, and your walls pulsed around his cock like you were milking every drop he’s got. His hips stuttered, not giving a damn about the way your nails bit into his skin. Instead, he slammed his lips onto yours, devouring you in a messy, filthy kiss—a perfect match for the way he had just fucked you senseless.

Still panting, he clutched the side of your face, only gentler now. His thumb stroked your cheek as if savouring the moment of seeing you act the way you should.

“I love you,” he hummed, the words slipped from his lips like it was so natural to him. "I love you."

Of course, he loved you. Everything he has done for you was for himself. Everything has been catered to him. 

His sweat-speckled forehead shimmered in the dim light and as you looked up at him, your heart softened. The weight of him on top of you and the comfort in his embrace made you forget everything, lulling you into a peaceful state. 

You sighed, feeling a bit foolish for even creating a wall between you. In front of you, he seemed so fragile, like you were the only thing holding him together. How could you have thought he was anything but honest with you all along?

Now, everything felt perfect—perfect in a way that left no room for anything else. 

No room for doubt or escape.

a/n: imagine at the end of this you think it's over and suddenly his segments walk in

© 2024 grimmweepers — do not repost, copy, translate, modify my work on any platform

dividers by @/astrumaur

[theobsessivesideblog]

Trust Issues

An anxious Astarion falls back into old patterns of behavior.

Warnings: vague mentions of Astarion's past but seriously the rest of it is just fluff, this boy deserves someone who treats him well

————————

He loves you. Of that much he’s certain now, despite the mental battle he waged to get to this point. And you love him. He believes it even though the voice in the back of his mind tells him that he could never be worthy of a creature like you, all goodness and light in direct contrast to his tortured darkness. 

But old habits die hard. A minor disagreement earlier in the day (truly it was nothing, a mere gentle dissuasion away from his more violent tendencies) has him wound tight, worry clawing at his throat as you both retire to your tent for the evening. Surely now you’ll realize, now you’ll see the truth of him and you’ll run, leaving him behind like the monster he is. 

He can feel his mindset shift, falling into old routines as he turns up the charm to seduce his way back into your good graces. He knows how to wield his body as a weapon, has used it countless times for his, and his master’s, benefit. If he makes you need him then you can’t leave him, and he intends to make you very needy tonight. 

“You were magnificent today” he whispers into your ear, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. 

You chuckle lightly and lean into him, closing your eyes as he begins gently kissing the sensitive hollow beneath your ear that has you arching further into his embrace. 

“You flatter me,” you hum. “I’m still not sure why everyone has decided to act like I know what I’m doing. I never planned on being a leader.”

“And yet you do it so flawlessly,” Astarion purrs, gently kissing his way to your shoulder.

You twist in his hold, your breath catching as you see the look in his eyes that he’s praying you interpret as hunger and not helpless desperation.

He takes advantage of your distraction to pull you against him, lips claiming yours in a feverish dance that takes your breath away as you wind your hands into his hair, clinging to him as if he’s something worth having. 

His hands shift suddenly, grabbing the backs of your thighs and lifting you as he lowers you both to your knees. His hands drift up, pulling your shirt from where it’s tucked into your pants and caressing his way across your stomach to your ribs, teasing the edge of your bra. 

“I…” you take a sharp inhale, pulling yourself away from his searching mouth. “Astarion, stop.”

He freezes immediately, eyes instantly searching for an injury, for anything he may have done wrong 

“Are you okay, my love? Did I hurt you?”

“Of course not, I just…” your fingers flit across his cheek, searching for answers to questions you’re afraid to ask. “You don’t seem like yourself. Are you alright?” He hesitates for a split second and your brow furrows, latching on to his lie before he can even tell it. “Tell me. Please?” 

Your request is so earnest, so loving, that he has to pause for a moment to regain a hold of his emotions. If Cazador could see him now… the thought snaps him back to the present. He’s been a fool. You would never treat him like that, use him like that. 

“… I’m sorry” he breathes. “You’re right. Of course you’re right. I… I lost control today, and I was afraid that you… that you might not...”

“I told you it was nothing to worry about, love. You were just—”

“Just being myself,” he interjects, dropping his head. “Just being quick to judge, to assume the worst, to—”

“Stop that,” you frown, nudging his chin up to draw his eyes back to yours. “You know I couldn’t do this without you, any of it. What you thought of me when we met, that I was naive and overly trusting and gullible…” At that Astarion chuckles, you’ve really only proven his first impression right, though at least now he finds it endearing rather than frustrating. “You weren’t wrong. You don’t realize how much I rely on your judgment, how much I need your help to keep us all safe.”

His eyes close as he presses his forehead to yours.

“You’re too kind to me,” he whispers. “No one has ever… I don’t understand how you can just…” he sighs, shoulders sagging as the facade crumbles and his hands come to rest in yours, holding them as if he’s afraid he’ll get lost if he lets them go. “It was wrong of me to try to manipulate you like that,” he murmurs, releasing a shaky breath. “I’m sorry.” You press a soft kiss to his cheek and duck your head, gently nuzzling your face into his neck. He feels you frown against him, a touch of cold alerting him to a teardrop falling onto his skin. “No, pet, please don’t cry, I—”

You lift your head suddenly, gaze piercing into him with an intensity he hadn’t expected.

“I need you to trust me, Astarion.” 

His brow furrows in confusion. 

“I do, my sweet,” he replies, letting out a wry chuckle before adding “despite the recent evidence to the contrary.”

Your gaze softens as you grin at him, brushing a stray curl off his forehead before bringing your hand to rest on his cheek.

“Then trust me to love you.Trust that you don’t need to earn that or convince me of anything more. I’m yours. I’m not going anywhere.” 

Astarion’s eyes drift closed as a weight he didn’t realize he was carrying slips off his shoulders. He leans forward and captures your lips with his, tender and unhurried as you relax against him. 

“Have I told you recently how much I adore you, darling?” he asks, tilting his head to slowly kiss his way to your jaw.

“Hmm…” Your eyes twinkle as you pull an exaggerated thinking face. “I’m sure you have but it’s been such a long day, I just can’t seem to remember…”

“Cheeky little pup,” he chuckles, gently nipping at your neck. You giggle as you pull him back to your mouth, smiling against his lips. 

“Maybe you should jog my memory?” 

“Oh, believe me,” he smirks, “I plan to.”

[gordonengineswifenirmal]

Addressing the degenerates who unfairly harassed me -

And here are more. I will continue to add their blogs to this list. THIS IS NOT DOXXING. I AM NOT SEEKING OR GIVING OUT PRIVATE INFORMATION. I AM ONLY POSTING THE LINK TO BLOGS THAT DEFEND SCAMMERS AND HARASS ME.

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As I have REPEATEDLY stated -

I AM neutral. I have NO hatred toward either side - Gaza OR Israelis. The war in general is stupid, but it’s NOT for me to get meself involved in. I AM SEPARATING MESELF FROM EITHER SIDE AND FOCUSING ONLY ON THE SCAMMERS WHO BENEFIT FROM IT. I KNOW THERES GENOCIDE GOING ON, NO FECKING SHITE - AND YES ITS HORRIBLE. BUT YOU ARE NOT HELPING BY DEFENDING THE WRONG SIDES. YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT GENOCIDE SND ALL - GO BECOME A FECKING SOLDIER INSTEAD OF HARASSING ME FOR WARNING ABOUT SCAMMERS YOU GODDAMN FUCKING COWARD.

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I HATE SCAMMERS OF ANY KIND - SEX BOTS, GAZA SCAMMERS, ETC.

If you are TRULY STUPID AND GULLIBLE enough to believe these bots are genuine and are helping ANYONE do good, that’s on YOU. YOU are the sap for falling for fake pictures and sob stories. YOU are helping feed into those who WHO ARE TAKING ADVANTAGE OF THE INNOCENT. I GO ON AND ON ABOUT IT BECAUSE SOME FECKERS CANT GET IT THRU THEIR THICK SKULLS. MOST OF YOU ARE YOUNG FOLKS WHO LACK LIFE EXPERIENCE AND DEFEND STUPIDITY. THERE ARE YOUNG FOLKS WHO DO KNOE BETTER AND DONT ENGAGE IN THIS BEHAVIOUR. KUDOS TO THEM!

YOUR FALSE ASSUMPTIONS ABOUT ME MAKE YOU DISGUSTING! YOU ARE CRESTING OUTRIGHT LIES AND SPREADING THEM BECAUSE YOU DONT WANT TO ADMIT YOUR OWN FAULTS. YOU PROJECT UR VITRIOL ON ME. IF BEING ‘WOKE’ IS THAT IMMATURE BEHAVIOUR, I’m glad I’m not EXTRMIST LIKE YOU. I’m liberal, but fecking hell. GET SOME LIFE EXPERIENCE N GROW UP BEFORE U TALK SHITE. YOU DO WHAT U DO FOR ATTENTION N TO LOOK COOL, TO FIT IN. ITS PATHETIC. THESE ARENT EVEN JUST TEENAGERS. SOME OF U ARE YOUNG ADULTS IN UR 20’s, 30’s, and BEYOND. DAMN RIGHT THE 42 YEAR OLD IS GONNA PUT THE 26 YEAR OLD IN THEIR PLACE FOR ACTING LIKE AN ARSE!

I POST THESE ON A BLOG THAT HAS THOMAS AND OTHER THINHS ON IT BECAUSE LIKE HARASSERS, THEY CONTACT ME. I DONT CONTACT THEM FIRST AND HARASS THEM RANDOMLY.

I am NOT against LGBTQ+ folks. I WILL expose ANYONE who harasses me or defends those who hurt others, like scammers.

DAMN RIGHT I do NOT support sex workers. It is IMMORAL AND HURTS OTHERS. I support FINDING BETTER WAYS FOR THOSE WHO HAVE NO CHOICE TO LIVE. I DO NOT SUPPORT THOSE WHO CHOOSE TO GO INTO IT. ALSO, THE SEX BOTS ARE ALWAYS WOMEN NEVER MEN. WE NEVER GET MALE SEX BOTS. YOU ARE OK WITH THAT?

I TRULY DO NOT SUPPORT ANYONE WHO DEFENDS PORN BOTS. I HAVE A RIGHT NOT YO SEE THESE AND HAVE THEM FORCED ON ME.

I AM SEX REPULSED.

I am NOT asking for donations of money from the general tumblr community, I’m trying to give the scammers a taste of their own back. I DO NOT WANT YOUR MONEY. WHEN I SAY GIVE ME YOUT MONDY YOU GREEDY CUNT, THIS IS DIRECTED AT THE SCAMMERS. IM FURIOUS BECAUSE I GET THEM BEGGING ME FOR MONEY LEFT RIGHT N CENTRE. IM LOW INCOME N SICK OF GHEM ASKING ME FOR MONEY. I WANT THEM TO SEE THIS AND SEE HOW IT FEELS TO HAVE IT BACK!

I DID forward a GENUINE charity example. I also posted a link to an ACTUAL GO FUND ME FOR A FELLOW YOUTUBER. THIS IS NOT MONEY FOR ME AND I AM NOT GAINING ANYTHING FINANCIALLY FOR IT. YOU TALK ABOUT PATRIARCHAL VALUES, BUT YOU ARE FINE WITH WOMEN OBJECTIFYING THEMSELVES. RIGHT, ITS FINE IF THEY GIVE PERMISSION? FECK OFF.

STOP MAKING THIS ABOUT ME SEXUALITY, RELIGION, OR INTERESTS SIMPLY TO HARASS ME. YOU ARE DEFENDING THINGS U REFUSE TO KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT PROPERLY AND ONLY JOIN THE HARASSMENT BANDWAGON. YOU DONT LIKE BEING CALLED OUT FOR DOING WRONG

WHEN YOU TWIST WORDS AROUND, CREATE YOUR OWN FALSE NARRATIVES, AND PURPOSELY AVOID THE FACTS, LIKE ACTUALLY ASKING HOW I FEEL INSTEAD OF JUDGING ME YOU ARE PART OF THE PROBLEM. IF THIS IS WHAT YOU WISH TO DO, THEN GET LOST! IF YOU CONTACT ME N HARASS ME, YOU WILL BE REPORTED, BLOCKED, AND MADE INTO A POST WITH UR BLOG LINK POSTED SO U VSN BOY BOYCOTTED, SO BE WARNED. IF YOU DONT WANT THIS, THEN SILENTLY GO AWAY.

[cozywriter]

🥮 ~ The BVZ Boys and Who’s Most Likely to Get Possessed by Kravitas ~ 🥮

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MANAGER’S NOTE : So… Guess who finally, but temporarily, curbed their procrastination so that she could write this down? 😅

MANAGER’S EDIT : Holy crud, I’ve left this to rot in my drafts since October 12 or something…

I decided to make this after asking Mr. GBA if Kravitas could possess any of the boys, but since he — Kravitas — only could if they believed it to be so, then this is more of a ‘who’s the most gullible in the group’

DISCLAIMER : Everything from here is just my opinion and not to be taken as canon, so take this with a grain of salt!

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5.) Albus - Immediately instigates a fight

🗡️ ~ Oh hell no, he ain’t falling for this shit twice.

🗡️ ~ *Screams in Albus York Battle Cry*

🗡️ ~ He’ll immediately rush forth and kinda just let his sword do the talking ahem with a side of trash talk as well .

🗡️ ~ Honestly, after the little fiasco with Devlin and Faith, he sure as hell won’t let Kravitas get in so much as a few phrases out.

🗡️ ~ Then again, after everything he’s done, I’m pretty sure Albus wouldn’t even hesitate and just go for the kill before he can do any lasting damage to the others.

🗡️ ~ He’s worried about them falling for his tactics, sure, but he trusts them all enough to at least be skeptical.

🗡️ ~ And by everyone, he means he trusts Attila to look out for Mahatma.

🗡️ ~ All in all, he’s seen what Kravitas can do, and he sure as hell won’t let him get in his head again

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4.) Attila - Not even buying it

💉 ~ I mean really, did you honestly think he was going to be that gullible? Mahatma, maybe. But Attila? Oh boy…

💉 ~ “What the— why the fuck would I buy into your piss poor, shitty, half assed— [redacted for profane speech]”

💉 ~ You get the point…

💉 ~ Honestly, with Attila’s level of insults, Kravitas would either a.) get bored and leave, or b.) get a kick from his unusual insults. Either way, Attila’ll live

💉 ~ The only scenario in which I do see him getting possessed is if he allows Kravitas out of his own volition

💉 ~ Whether out of curiosity — let’s face it, under the right circumstances he would — or for Mahatma’s greater good

💉 ~ Other than that, Kravitas is better off finding a different host to fuck with

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3.) Hipswitch - Doesn’t stick around to find out

🦾 ~ My guy is following ‘Albus Rules’ if he — unfortunately — ever deals with Kravitas in the near future

🦾 ~ Rule No. 1 being ‘don’t fuck with him unless he fucks with you’

🦾 ~ Depending on the situation, I see Hipswitch doing one out of two things. One being he encounters Kravitas alone, in which he’d strike up some conversation, see where it heads, watch out for some red flags and try to excuse himself from the interaction and promptly leaving before shit hits the fan

🦾 ~ But seeing how Kravitas is an annoying little fuck, it’d take more than words to convince him to let our dear Obscuran leave.

🦾 ~ When push comes to shove, he will use violence, but not excessively.

🦾 ~ This man has seen what Albus is capable of, he isn’t risking his safety or the others around him just to get past Kravitas

🦾 ~ The second — and more likely — scenario being that Hipswitch encounters him with Albus, in which there’d be some explaining to do on Mister York’s side of things.

🦾 ~ But when — yes, not if, when — Albus gets pissed off and Hipswitch sees their banter isn’t so ‘don’t come near me, I’ll fuck you up’ and more ‘alright, I’ll fuck you up’, he’ll let the bullets fly.

🦾 ~ In conclusion, Hipswitch wouldn’t stick around and find out what kind of fucked up powers that he can use against him

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2.) Karmor - Didn’t even know he couldn’t posses him

📓 ~ He didn’t even know he couldn’t do that like what—

📓 ~ Maybe he should ask Albus to debunk some facts next time…

📓 ~ “Maybe a little warning next time, Albus?” he’d sign annoyingly, sending a glare the demon’s way

📓 ~ Meanwhile, Albus: (･_･;

📓 ~ But then again, after seeing what Albus can do, and seeing Kravitas looks more demonic, he too, would not like to find out the extent of his powers.

📓 ~ In summary, he’s still uneasy about having to encounter Kravitas without knowing every card in his deck. But knowing Albus, he trusts him enough to tell him when the time is right.

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1.) Mahatma - Poor baby immediately falls for it

📋 ~ Honestly, there isn’t much to say for Mahatma…

📋 ~ Poor baby would immediately get possessed if not for Attila

📋 ~ “B-But, we can’t just go, he’ll posses us!” “You— if he can possess us, don’t you think he would’ve done so, you idiot!?”

📋 ~ Yep, that’s pretty much how it’d go down for me

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[miheartsedthings]

Part Four

SFW Modern x Fem Reader

Summary: After a pregnancy scare, you and Billy are finally using protection. You had no idea the emotional toll a potential pregnancy would take.

Warnings: Angst, blood/injury, aggression, toxic relationship

Words: 2610

The two of you had been having a good week, no arguments, a few nights of sneaking out to see each other. He grumbled everytime he had to put a condom on, but you’d go down on him to sweeten the deal. Taking him into your mouth always shut down his complaints. There was peace between you. That is, until the night of a party. 

“Nancy, please come with me, these girls hate me.” 

The two of you stood together at her vanity. A little pre-party ritual had formed between you, wherein you’d go over to her house well before you needed to with a duffle bag full of potential outfits and spend hours getting ready. Nancy would never admit this, but she loved piecing together an outfit for you and she had a special flare for color. You were dressed, and she’d just finished telling me the latest drama between her and Steve, plus whatever weirdness her brother seemed to be hiding. (He and his friends kept talking about a mausoleum.) Now you’re dressed and ready and Billy is on his way to pick you up and you’re dreading it. Nancy looks up from clearing off the vanity. 

“I doubt they hate you.” She said, “They probably just want Billy’s attention.”

You sat on the bed, your stomach turning. 

“Maybe, but it’s terrible, Nancy. These girls will act like they like me when Billy is there, but the second he lives,” I snap my fingers “they flip, they start asking me these insulting questions, giving me back handed compliments, the meanest one will just straight up say she doesn’t understand why Billy likes me over her and just list a bunch of reasons she thinks she’s better than me.”

“Jesus.”

“Yeah, and the worst part, honestly, is that I’m so gullible sometimes that when they start in being nice, ya know, being normal human beings, I actually start to believe they mean it. Like, I start to think maybe we could actually be friends. Then Billy moves out of ear shot and it’s the same shit all over again, they’re psycho.” 

“What makes you think it’ll be any different with me there?” 

“Because we’ll be together. We can ignore them and do our own thing. I just don’t wanna do that by myself again, it’s so lonely. Billy’s always hanging out with a bunch of assholes, doing keg stands and shit. Don’t really wanna be around that, either.” 

Nancy laughs. 

“It didn’t seem fun from what I can remember. Gosh sometimes it still amazes me that you ended up with Billy, I mean he can be so obnoxious it’s not even funny.”

Your mind flashes back to the other week in the car. 

“I know. Trust me, I know.”

She sits beside you seems to think about it for a while. 

“Couldn’t you just stay here tonight?”

“I wish. If I don’t go to the parties Billy…”

“He gets upset?”

“Yeah.”

She made a face.

“But he doesn’t even hang out with you, he ditches you for his drinking buddies.”

“I know. I think it’s just like…he wants to show me off, maybe?”

She rolled her eyes. 

“But then he doesn’t defend you from these girls.”

“Well, to be honest, he doesn’t know about it.”

Her eyes go round. 

“I know, I should tell him. I just get embarrassed.”

She shook her head. 

“I love you, but if I’m gonna come to one of these gross parties you at least have to tell him what’s up. I mean, maybe if he knew they were bullying you he wouldn’t make you go.”

I sigh. 

“That’s fair. How about this, I’ll tell him tonight, you come with us for a little bit but you and I leave early?”

She considered it. 

“How early?”

“Like, before everyone even shows up. The burger shop will still be open, that’s how early.”

She smiled. 

“I can do that, but you gotta pinky promise to tell him.”

We linked pinkies. 

“Swear.” 

When Billy comes to pick you up, Nancy waits at the door while you go over to the car. He’s looking incredible and the car is full of his cologne. Before you can think, he pulls you over into a kiss, and you’re wrapped up again in him. His pull like the sun’s gravity. When you separate, your mind is slightly clouded, making him smile. 

“Hey, gorgeous.” 

His voice is liquid silk. 

“Hey.”

Then, you remember Nancy. 

“I invited Nancy to the party.”

He throws a glance over your shoulder.

      “Yeah? So?”

           “So, she only agreed to go if she and I leave early.”

           His smile fades.

            “What the fuck for?”

           You fiddle with seat buckle.

          “Eh, I don’t like going by myself. Those girls are…”

         “You’re never by yourself.”

         “You’re always with the guys somewhere.”

          “Am I supposed to babysit you the whole time?”

          You roll your eyes, agitated with how defensive he’s being.

           “No, You’re not, that’s why I’m asking Nancy. What do you even care? It’ll be the same for you.” 

          “You leaving early isn’t the same for me.”

          You’re surprised to hear him say this and for a moment you can’t think of a reply. It had never occurred to you that Billy might be attached to the idea of you being there at the party with him. Thinking back on it, he always did seem eager to get you alone after the parties, cuddling up in the backseat for at least an hour afterward. 

            His jaw was tight and you looked at your hands, unsure of what to say to convince him. Other than the truth. The embarrassing reality of your exclusion from the girls that made up his pseudo friend group.

“Those girls hate me.” You let those words hang there for a while, expecting him to say something but he doesn’t. Maybe it isn’t a surprise. “As soon as you leave the room they say all these shitty things to me and I end up alone somewhere until you’re ready to leave. It sucks.” 

We sit there for a minute, metal music playing at a low volume as he leans back against the seat, frowning. 

“Ya know, Wheeler, Harrington…none of them want you with me.”

“It’s not like that.” 

He chuckles bitterly. 

“She’s clutchin her pearls everytime I come around.”

“Billy it’s just one party.”

He looks at you, anger suddenly burning in his eyes. 

“No the fuck it’s not,” his tone is low in that menacing way of his, and he takes his time getting the words out, making sure you feel them. “You tell her shit you don’t tell me.” 

His eyes burn, but you don’t look away. To look away would be to acquiesce and you can’t back down at all. Not when he’s like this. 

“Do you care that your stupid friends make me feel like shit when you’re not looking.” 

He breaks away first, sighing, his head drops back against the head rest, his jaw tensing as he mulls over what you’ve said. 

“Fine.” He says, “But I’m driving you. Can’t have you wondering around drunk.” You can’t help smiling a little. Then, you lean over give him a kiss on the cheek. 

“Thanks.” You say softly. His eyes have cooled. 

“Yeah,” he says, you wave Nancy over and she starts down the driveway. “By the way, they’re not my friends.” 

The plan is working so far. As usual, Stacy, Bridgette and Katie were stuck to Billy’s side in an instant. Stacy cood at the sight of you, pulling you into a hug. 

“I freaking love that skirt, you’re so stylish.” She said. 

“Nancyyyy, it’s been so long, girly, where have you been?” Katie looped her arm with Nancy and leaned into her, blowing her vodka breath all over us. 

“Hey,” you offered, your tone limp. Billy looped his arm around your shoulders and tugged you into a kiss. A long and rather gratuitous one that lasted quite a while, hushing the idle chatter around you. You smiled against his lips and when he pulled back he was smirking. 

“See you soon.” 

He winked before taking his leave, the crowd seemingly parting for him as he followed the loud whooping of boys in the back yard. 

Stacy’s expression is so tight it’s almost comical. Her neck turning red, one of her blue eyes clinched tighter than the other. She looks at you like she’s actively shitting a brick. 

“Socewt.” She squeaks. 

“Thanks.” The word pops out bright and sweet. A cherry on top. 

Then, you and Nancy took off for the kitchen, laughing so hard you couldn’t breath. It kept you entertained throughout the night, through two cups of vodka cranberrys and dancing. Nancy explaining again why she and Steve were on the outs. All was well, and calm, and even fun. Until you heard a shriek. Eyes turned in the direction of the frantic gaggle of voices coming from the backyard and your stomach dropped.

You knew with a sickening certainty, that Billy was involved. You rushed through the living room, pushing through the gathering crowd with Nancy right behind you until you reached blood. A long splatter stretching across the brick patio. Stacy sat weeping, blood gushing from her mouth, her teeth coated in red. Her friends flocked around her, pressing tissues to her lip and trying to smooth her mangled hair. 

Little cuts striped up her arms and legs and her bare feet were dirty. 

Billy stood aloft, looking down at Stacy with a bland indifference and a cup of beer in his hand. 

“What the fuck?” someone said. 

“She biffed it.”

Eventually, her friends got her up, blood stained down the front of her dress. You crossed the patio, avoiding the blood. 

“What happened?” 

Billy’s cool eyes turned to you and he shrugged. 

“She fell.”

“Fucking nose dived,” one of the guys said, laughing. Your eyes were still on Billy, who’d gone back to drinking his beer. A chill ran through you. Nancy’s hand picked up yours and you turned to see her stern gaze. 

“I’m ready to go.” 

It’s quiet in the car, except for Judas Priest and Billy drumming his hands on the steering wheel. He’s behaving like nothing was wrong while you and Nancy are shocked into silence, both of you wondering the same thing; what happened to Stacy? You glance back at Nancy and she raises her eyebrows, begging you to ask before she does. 

“What?” Billy asks. He catches onto everything. 

“Nothing, just…” you sigh “What happened to Stacy?” 

He shruggs. 

“She fell. Like I said.”

“Yeah but how? Did she trip?”

He chuckled, looking back and forth between you and the road. 

“You think I did something to her.”

“Did you?” Nancy chimes in. He doesn’t answer her. His eyes keep returning to yours. 

“See?” He asked, referring to what he'd said earlier.

“Just tell us what happened.” 

He shook his head, laughing bitterly. 

“Is it that hard to believe it wasn’t me? Really?”

“You don’t inspire much confidence, you have to admit,” Nancy added, at this I shot her a pleading look, but it was too late, Billy was setting into his anger. 

“Oooh, I see,” he nodded, his jaw set “Good old Hawkins morality, missing kids, narcoleptic sheriff, housewives just ITCHIN to fuck anyone other than their borning husbands.” 

“Alright, Billy, we believe you,” you say. He goes on as if he hasn’t heard you. 

“Some bitch trips over herself at a party and I’m the fuckin problem. Like she wasn’t an idiot before I got there.”

“Why is it such a big deal for you to just say what happened?” You asked, raising your voice for the first time all night. He looked at you, his face turning red. 

“She’s wasted, alright?” He’s yelling now, his voice booming above the music. “She comes out lookin for attention like she always fuckin is, gets up in the rose bushes trying to do some fuckin stupid dance or some bullshit, twirlin around like an asshole, and the fuckin dummy fell!” 

The car fell silent. You sat back in your seat, wiping your burning eyes. You’re embarrassed more than anything, that Nancy saw that. When you pull into the parking lot of the burger place Nancy hops out without a moment’s notice. She waits for a moment beside the car, and you roll down your window. 

“You go ahead,” you say, “I’ll be in in a minute.” 

You offer a smile, but her worry doesn’t evaporate and you hate it. You hate that she’s seen the worst of him again. 

“It’s okay, Nanc.” 

She swallows hard, and hesitates before heading inside. You roll the window up again and lean back, settling into the quiet for a moment while you think of what to say. 

“You think just like her.” 

Billy’s voice is quiet, and when you look at him he’s looking out his window. 

“...I hate when you yell at me,” he doesn’t react, and you reach over to put a hand on his thigh “But I believe you.” 

He shakes his head, and when he turns back to face you his eyes are red. 

“You didn’t wanna tell me about the baby.” 

You’re taken aback by this.

“I…I thought you’d be upset. And I didn’t wanna worry you if it wasn’t true.”

“You think I’d do something to her…you think I’d do something to you.” 

You’re shaking your head. Insistent.. 

“No. Billy, I swear. I know you’re not like that.” You hesitate, and your eyes fall to your lap. “To tell the truth, my mom got to me. She’s always saying you’d leave if something like that happened and I just didn’t wanna risk anything.” You look at him, find him watching you. Listening so patiently. He’s angry, of course, but he sits there with you. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. Maybe I don’t always trust you like I should…but there are some things we need to change. I mean, do you remember that day in the car? You made me cry.” 

He faced forward. 

“Yeah. I did.” 

“Do you care?”

He looks offended. 

“Yes, I fuckin care.” he says.

“Well,” You leaned over and took his hand into yours, enclosing his fist between your palms. “I will work on trusting you more, but you have to work on staying calm. You can’t start yelling everytime you get upset.” 

His eyes linger on your hands, the way you’re holding onto him. He licks his lips and sighs, his face finally returning to a normal color. You wonder how much strain his anger must take on his body and for a moment you worry for the longevity of his heart. 

“Yeah,” he says softly. “Yeah, alright. Fine.” 

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and he pulled you into a hug. 

“I know you’re a good person,” you say gently into his ear. “That’s why I love you.” 

He pulls back, seeming stunned at your words and searching your face for confirmation. You smile, touching a hand to his cheek. 

“Billy. I love you.” 

If only there was a way to capture the look on his face. The raising blush and gentle awe of his lips falling slightly ajar. Beautiful. You kissed him, knowing better than to think he’d say it back. That night ended with you and Nancy sharing a burger and fries. Billy drove around town for a while before swinging back around to drive the both of you to Nancy’s place for the night. He even offered Nancy a lukewarm apology and she received it just as stiffly.

You had your work cut out for you when it came to Mr. Hargrove. But you were ready for it.

    To Be Continued...

Thanks for reading~

[avpd-queer]

I feel bad that my former best friend is in a toxic relationship and can’t see it, is throwing away their friends of over a decade for her, but I also can’t stop remembering how, when I shared with them that I had just learned I had been cheated on and gaslighted about it for 6 years, their response was concern about my abuser’s mental health. That conversation didn’t affect their relationship with him in the slightest, they didn’t try to be there for me or show up for me to him, and when I they learned that I was going to get back with that person just a few days later, expecting them to be like, “uh no I don’t think that’s a good idea” (like everyone else had done and like I expected from them, having told them “just don’t let any of your friends date him” when I shared that I was leaving him, thinking they could help me figure out where to sleep and how to adjust), they didn’t protest at all. I was glad to avoid the awkwardness of, “thank you for your concern but I don’t have other options and idk I guess I’m gullible but also I just really want to believe it’ll get better” but also hurt that they didn’t seem concerned for my well-being. Hoping that they just didn’t voice that part because I’m an adult and can make decisions and already know what advice I would give myself. I just had to cling to believing that, and thinking maybe they don’t understand what gaslighting is and that’s why they didn’t seem to care, even as they became less and less my friend and eventually dropped both of us for trying to set a boundary with them about their girlfriend. And the only way they offer for me to be there for them through their relationship is to stuff down all of my needs and feelings, go along with every whim of their girlfriend, and accept that we will never get time with them without her ever again. They kept pretending like everything was okay and they totally understood, when we were face-to-face, and then they’d go home and suddenly we’re horrible and need to apologize to her for…being her friend? Trying to get more time with our best friend? Being honest with our best friend when they ask why we haven’t been able to get closer to their girlfriend? We were trying to be adult and trust in the strength of our friendship, but they fully gave in to their girlfriend’s temper tantrum over her misinterpretation of messages she logged into their discord to read, and they have just fully thrown us away. Ghosted us for pride and haven’t communicated with us in any form since. We had some extra pizza from a canceled event at my partner’s work that I left on their doorstep and had my sister text about, and they responded that they were out of the country, visiting her family. Normally we have two weekly dnd sessions and 1-2 weekly hangout sessions - the first week of dnd was canceled and after that, they just never showed up. This month of nothing is one of the few months we had left before they were going to move to where her family lives in the US, like 10hr drive from here, being fully isolated with her, without a support system, away from the support system they haven’t been away from in like 8 years (when I was in New York - my partner was here during those 2 years, they were roommates).

I’m just so hurt. They meant so much to me, I planned on having them in my life for the rest of it. I knew in the last relationship they were in they let us fall to the side some but she broke up with them and they realized how absorbed they’d been and promised to not let it happen again. Before meeting the current girlfriend, who they immediately got absorbed into. I don’t know what the fuck to do.

[purgatorical]

Obey Me Character Info: Miyuno

I’ve done one of these in the past but I saw one I’ve never seen before so Im doing a refresher for Night Bringer

This is from the template that EveningStar1516 made with the template HERE

Again I’m gonna make one for Miyuno, Kie, and Taxike with Miyuno starting under the cut uwu

PERSONAL INFO 

Name: Miyuno

Nickname: Miyu (thanks ace :D )

 Age: 26

 Height: 6′5

Weight: Heavy set with a tummy and muscles

Race: Human/ Half Jamaican Half Japanese

Religion: Agnostic

Gender: Transmasc

Pronouns: They/He

Birthday: 5/13

 Star Sign: Taurus

Hair: Medium-Curly black hair pushed back by a headband with ram horns attached, a curl sticking out by each ear

Eye Colour: Light blue, white, and pink eyes 

Skin Tone: Warm-toned dark skin

 DEMONS 

Demons Pacted with: All of the brothers

Sin Order: Assuming this means favorite order for the brothers: Miyuno likes all of them so much so he won’t pick favorites. If it means what order they got all of their pacts, they got them in canon order.

Nicknames for the Boys 

Miyuno calls everyone by their first name for the most part or uses common nicknames that others have said so this might be a little boring.

Lucifer: Luci

Mammon: Mams

Leviathan:  Levi

Satan: Satan, Satnyan

Asmodeus: Asmo

Beelzebub: Beel

Belphegor: Belphie

Diavolo: Dia

Barbatos: Barbatos. No nicknames.

Simeon: Sim

Luke: Luke :)

Solomon: Solomon 

PERSONALITY 

Personality Traits: Kind, Gentle, Caring, Easily Persuaded, not gullible per se but believes in the best in others. 

Background: An office worker who is thankful for the chance to get out of his job (and to never go back :) ) 

Why were they chosen for the program: Miyuno doesn’t quite know. They were just some person at some desk in some building when they were dropped into the devildom

Hobbies: Miyuno likes working out and doing yoga, reading fantasy novels, trying out new foods, and watching shows. They like creating cosplays but haven’t cosplayed much themselves

Likes: History, beaches, swimming, stuffed animals, teasing, fun pranks, and tea

Dislikes: Salty food, language classes, mean spirited pranks

APPEARANCE 

Casual Clothes 

S1: A large jacket with puffy wool around the collar and baggy sweatpants with a ram horn headband

S2: they’re a creature of habit and it takes them a long time to change clothes. They transitioned out of the headband around this time.

S3: A dark maroon Turtleneck with a green tweed sweater-vest on top

Uniform 

They wear their uniform perfectly, a bit of a stickler for the rules.

RELATIONSHIPS

Family

 Mother and Father: Although their parents were never hostile, things got very tense when they came out as trans. Ever since transitioning they have only spoken with their parents out of politeness during the holidays. They wonder if their parents even noticed they were gone.

Siblings: none

Pets: Miyuno was planning on getting a cat before getting taken to the devildom.

Friends: Outside of the Devildom Miyuno had a few friends in their office and a few friends in the local cosplay community. They would often make accessories for their cosplays

Past Lover: Miyuno has dated many people of all genders as they’ve grown up, but never really had a long term relationship. The longest they had was 18 months, but that was back in high school.

Been in Love: Miyuno felt like they were in love back in high school, they were dating their best friend and life was good. But when they graduated the went in opposite directions and Miyuno wonders if they just liked the idea of being in love

Have Crushes: Miyuno gets crushes easily, all it takes is spending time with Miyuno and matching up with their energy. They usually assume it to be a *friend crush* like wanting someone to be their friend. With the brothers it was different, he genuinely fell in love with each of them.

Believe in Love: Miyuno believes in love. Believes in caring for another and trusting and thinking about others. They believe you can love as many people as your heart can hold and each love can be different forms or different types. Variety of love and relationships is what Miyuno adores most about their partners. They love them each on their own way.

Type: Miyuno’s type varies based on the person. What he hates in one person he might adore in another. It’s more about the experience and friendship they have with people that makes them their type.

 Sexuality: Bisexual/Biromantic

Brother They Like the Most: Miyuno likes all of the brothers in their own way and cannot choose who they like more

Why: Miyuno has had such different experiences with the brothers that it wouldn’t be fair to try and rank them. They love them so so much that to even think of ranking them stresses Miyuno out to no end.

 Traits Looked for in Partner: someone to laugh with, someone to cry with, someone to help and someone to be helped. Someone to hold hands and hug and smile. Someone who gives love even if it’s in their own way.

Past Crush: Miyuno’s best friend from high school still comes up sometimes in phone calls and messages, to see how they’re doing. And Miyuno reminisces on their years of friendship and their attempt at romance. Perhaps to young to really try hard enough for each other.

GENERAL 

Favourite Food: Anything spicy, Parfaits, and unfortunately the Lunatic pudding :(. Solomon smuggled some back to the human world when they were first sent home.

Least Favourite: Salty foods, anchovies, tangerines, poison princess apples

Favourite School Topic: Potions, Devildom history

Least Favourite: Language Arts

Introvert/Extrovert/Ambivert: Ambivert

Favourite Movie Genre: Fantasy

Least Favourite: gritty action movies

Reads a Lot: Fantasy, loves the Lord of the Rings series

Favourite Animal: Guess :) (it’s sheep)

Least Favourite: Honestly loves most animals, but the least liked but still liked would be crawfish, too many legs makes them uncomfortable.

Favourite Music Genre: Classical but like Beethovens 7th and Flight of the Bumblebees, fast pace songs

 Least Favourite: I hate my wife and fuck my truck Country music

Do they Like Sweets: They don’t hate them but don’t have an overly sweet tooth. Prefer fruit parfaits and flan/cinnamon puddings over chocolate

 Do they Like Spicy Food: they LOVE spicy food. The hotter the better, they can’t feel the spice and it’s all just extra flavor for them

Do they Like School: They have had bad experiences at school but being in the devildom has renewed their love for learning. They like THIS school.

Pet Peeves: They don’t like people who are mean just to be mean. Having anger, feeling betrayed, or teasing is okay, but specifically being mean just to make someone feel worse about themselves when they’ve done nothing to you is the worst.

 Additional Headcanons:

Too many to put here honestly. But welcome to Miyuno again :)

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Partners in Crime – Book 3 – Chapter 5 - Storyline 10 – Together - Part 2

Continued from part 1. Click Here

•— John —•

“I’m a survivor!” I smirked. “I see a chance at a shield, and I’ll take it! Also... I expect everyone else to do the same thing even if it means I’m the one in the firing line when they call in their chips. And look… here you are, throwing in a bonus favour just because you can!” I chuckled. “You really are too good for me, Reyes.” Those words… They slipped out as a casual joke… but they cut as they came out. Because the truth of those words… it was sharp.

I rolled my eyes because, of course, she did. Or did she? There had to be something on this ship that he didn’t give her full access to… but probably not a physical part of the ship; that would be too obvious… something in the computers maybe? Records… what happened to the prisoners. Like she was reading my mind she started talking about the ship's logs.

“Score one for Griffin and common sense,” I muttered. “Remember Mount Weather?” I knew she did. “I was never there. And you weren’t there until after everything went to hell. But Jasper told me it was the same thing… they were told they had free reign right up until they started sucking out their bone marrow.” I tilted my head as the doors started to move… “Was there anything in the computers you couldn’t access? It’s possible they gave us full access because they didn’t think there was anything wrong with what they did?” I leaned in closer… these doors were louder than anything else on the ship so far. “Have you seen the cells yet?” I was talking about the level I wanted to avoid… but if she needed to see it to start asking the right questions… I would take her there.

“The people in Mount Weather knew their treatment was coming from other human beings… and most of them… Clearly believed that it was okay to kill them so they could stay alive.”

•— Raven —•

My feet were frozen on their spot, had I heard him correctly? Or was it my impression of what had occurred between us when he came to free me from the mind games of A.L.I.E?

I hadn’t asked to be saved, but I was grateful he had done so. Even if I’d fought him at the time. However, was this his way of saying I didn’t appreciate him or have his back? And then bringing up Mount Weather?

“Do you think I’ve brought you and all the others into a situation where your lives could be in grave danger?” My voice was low over the sounds of the opening doors.

“I’ll be honest, I haven’t had time to look at everything there is on this ship, physically or within the systems. I’ve been working as hard as I can… as fast as I can…”

Pointing to the space we were occupying.

“I know I joked about taking time out but even this is me trying to find answers.”

Fuck! Maybe I wasn’t giving it my all. First Griffin and now John? I was frowning now too.

“We’ve been using the screwed-up philosophy of shoot first, maybe ask questions later. I know we joke about everyone we meet wanting to kill us but think about it.. we always live and them… not so much…”

My arms dropped and I pushed my hands into my pockets.

“I killed two people on this ship… two crew members… and they still choose to help us… maybe I’m wrong, but shouldn’t we start having some faith in humanity?”

Did they all see me as some immature gullible person? Because it was beginning to feel like it.

•— John —•

“What… no… it was this or die… the bunker was no longer an option… even if it was… this is still preferable.” I scoffed. Even with Officer  Shaw on board, this was far better than a hole in the ground. “If we weren’t here Raven… we would be ashes right now.” Then I looked her in her eyes and told her honestly.

“I just think that you are too fast to trust… And I know… four days here with him, trying to figure out how to get back and save everyone. It must have felt like weeks. But some questions need to be answered… and it's not about the cryo chambers.”

Did I want to mention the dog collars and the fact that not one prisoner survived, to her on her one day actually relaxing?

“I’m not saying that you aren’t working hard enough or fast enough Raven… in fact, you are doing that thing you do where you work so hard you forget to eat… sleep and probably even drink. What you are doing isn’t what’s in question.”

I nodded… hearing what she was saying and then my heart cracked…. She killed two people. “You… Rey… I didn’t… you never said anything…” The fact they were crew members wasn’t a shock; I had a feeling that all the prisoners were dead before the remaining crew were in the cryo pods. I knew what it was to carry that… but this was Raven… it likely was not a shoot-first scenario with her. What I had done was straight-up murder. Even if it was… it wouldn’t change how she felt. I reached out and touched her arm. I ached for her…. Her pain was so much more than just her leg and the trauma she carried that I knew about… the whole time she was bearing this. And I was blind to it. “This isn’t one of my ten questions… We don’t need to talk about it. But I hope you will… What happened, Stargazer? I’m here… I’m listening.”

The wide-open doors of the cargo hold loomed before us and only one stretch of hallway remained illuminated where we stood. But all I saw was her.

•— Raven —•

“You didn’t need to know…” I started. Shock, horror, and indecisiveness all washed their way over me.

Burning Hells! I said too much at that moment! In the vast clarity of me speaking my mind, I told John something I didn’t want to put on anyone else’s shoulders. Bellamy told me repeatedly. It wasn’t on me. Reminding me, words are easy when the guilt doesn’t weigh on your shoulders. This is why it still haunted my nightmares.

“We didn’t have time…” I continued. “We weren’t talking…” Which wasn’t a lie. “Things all... well they were happening so fast. I…” Shit! How was I going to get out of this? He did say we didn’t need to talk about it. So that was my out, right?

“It’s…” Kicking myself internally when his hand reached out. John’s ‘out’ came with the hope, that I would choose him. Choose to share something I did. But would this change the way he saw me?

My feet stopping me from moving forward into the dark hold, I brought my attention to him, to the way his eyes were searching for answers, I didn’t understand myself yet. I noticed how his baby blue eyes lost the sheen from the island. Showing me how my mind couldn’t hold onto its train of thinking for long. Finding myself baffled at my first thought when he caught my eye. Then I couldn’t help but miss those moments we shared. Full of comfort we found on late nights under the stars, speaking, sharing wine, crackers, and chocolate.

“I…” closing my eyes, because I didn’t want him to see the killer hiding in the dark pools within them. “I thought I knew what I was doing. I was so sure of myself.” Scoffing at the clear over-exaggeration of my own abilities.  “I studied those instructions several times. It was so simple... at least it’s how I deciphered it.” Feeling my hands trembling within the pockets I hid them in. “I brought them back… the captain… and the first mate… Bellamy thought it was better for us to speak with them before we woke the others…” The terrible sensation of dread filling my chest made my voice shake too.

“I messed up… Brought them back too fast. Their body couldn’t keep up with the shock. They took a few breaths, opened their eyes…” That was it, my voice cracked with emotion. I felt the tears rolling down my cheeks, and as I relived the exact moment, they both took their last living breaths, play-by-play.

“I killed them… My hands… my actions… I killed them both.” Dropping my head as my hands came up to cover my face. Hiding the monster who took the life of others. “I see their eyes… Every night… I see them.” Tapering off with nothing more to share.

•— John —•

Just when I thought that my heart couldn’t shatter anymore she proved how much she’d healed it over the last few days. Because it disintegrated all over again… for her this time, for her pain, her guilt, and the suffering she went through while I was hundreds of miles away. I should have been there for her. If I had gotten my shit together before this; then maybe she would have confided this to me already and we could have talked about it.

“Oh, Stargazer.” I brushed away a tear. “I’m so sorry.” I saw the way her hands were shoved into her pockets, hiding how they shook when emotion overwhelmed her. “I do not doubt that you did everything and learned everything you could, Raven… but cryo… it wasn’t intended for use for those long periods. It was only theoretical that it could be used for that long…” I was spending too much time talking to Lizzy… and she had never told me this. That earned her a token of respect in my book. “This isn’t going to make you feel better Raven… but…” I took a breath. “There was no one left on earth to know that this ship was up here. If they were all still asleep when you got here then clearly there was a malfunction, and the ship couldn’t wake them up when they reached the final destination. So… everyone in those pods would have died when the ship ran out of fuel or was struck by debris or a million other things that can go wrong on a totally unmanned ship.”

The tears were flowing freely now… and the bunker sounded like a far better plan. It would have saved her this pain… this awful responsibility. She dropped her head into her hands and that was when I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled her in and held onto her. “I wish I could tell you it will all go away Raven… but I don’t know if it ever will… not completely. But you can’t give in, okay... you were trying to save them and save us all at the same time, you can’t carry that burden alone. You’ll find a way to keep the faces at bay… not forever, but there will be nights… certain things you can do or focus on. Hell, I’ll sit with you every single night if I have to.” I released her, tugging her hands from her face and tilting her gaze up to mine, cupping those tear-streaked cheeks in both hands.

“I know you won’t believe me if I tell you that you did nothing wrong… But I believe it, Rey. I believe you did everything you could to keep those people safe. And the fault is with whoever the fuck waged war and set off explosives on this heaven-forsaken boat. I believe it, Raven because I know you. And I would take all of this hurt away if I could.” I looked into those pained eyes, darkened with grief.

And I would, I would take it all into myself if I could and suffer for her… She didn’t deserve this… here she was, in the arms of an actual murderer sobbing for two people she tried to rescue. Two people that haunted her… at least I deserved my ghosts.

•— Raven —•

  I don’t know where it all came from. It felt like I had a hold of myself, knowing when and where to allow myself to think about these faces, as well as all the others back on earth I’d failed. But with John pulling me into a hug I fell apart.

What in hells was happening? This was meant to be a way to keep John from falling into his darkness, however now he was consoling me.

My chest constricted, with my arms holding onto him for dear life. Even my late-night conversation with Miles hadn’t allowed me to freely express my emotions as they did with, John.

Of course, I heard everything John said, some part of me even understood. However, my emotional intelligence wouldn’t let go of the feeling in the pit of my soul. I had been the reason those men died, and that would always be on my conscience.

When we moved out a little and John’s hands cupped my face. Something like a bolt of reality came crashing down. Once again my friend didn’t back away from seeing that evil in me. As much as anyone wanted to believe in my innocence at this moment, I had a million reasons to despise myself and my actions.

His blue eyes were so hard to gauge, but I knew there was nothing but love, support, and affection in them for me. Rightly or wrongly, I knew that he was my guardian from my own heart.

I closed my eyes, my hands moved to rest over his with my chest full of dry heaves. The pulsing pains behind my eyeballs are evidence of the tension held inside of me.

“I wish my faith in me would become stronger… but…. Me… and this place…”

Another dry heave came out. I couldn’t talk. All I could do was squeeze those hands holding my face.

•— John —•

There were moments… too many moments… when I thought: Maybe. Maybe I could be everything she needs. Maybe I could be enough.

Moments like this. When she clung to me… when she let me hold her up when the world tried to pull her under.

But they always passed… because just enough… that was far less than she deserved.

Her eyes met mine and I refused to let that heartbreak show, only my faith and my belief in her. I pulled it all up to the surface. “I know… I don’t know if it ever will for either of us.” I felt her hands on mine. My heart straining behind my ribs. “But until we figure that out… we’ll have faith in each other… I’ll keep yours. And you keep mine. And hopefully, someday we will find our own again.” I shrugged, smiling the best smile I could muster. “Or not… Because I reckon we have a pretty great arrangement right now…” I brushed away her tears with a swipe of my thumb.

“Maybe it can be… enough… at least for a while.” Hell! That word was so inadequate.

“But you can’t lock up all this stuff, Stargazer… That’s how you end up on Jackson’s couch. Say it… scream it if you have to… or cry until you can’t anymore. But… come find me first?” It wasn’t supposed to sound like a question. “Because you can’t forget I’m holding onto your faith.”

•— Raven —•

My eyes couldn’t meet John’s, so when he attempted to make eye contact, I set my gaze on his nose and lips. Following the way, they moved with each word sending sound to my ears.

This was exactly what I didn’t want. Closing my eyes to stop myself from shedding any more tears, hiding myself from his sorrowful glance by resting my forehead on his shoulder. Emotions yawning and battling my own demons.

“It’s… It… It doesn’t feel that way to me… John… I… know how lucky I am to have someone like you in my life. Because it doesn’t matter what I say.  You listen. You help. Even after I tried to blow you up… how many times?”

Fine, the last part was filled with several empty threats. But it counted at the time.

But I had to ask myself again. What had I been trying to achieve here?

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be putting all this crap in your lap. Not right now. Not when…” He wasn’t even sleeping due to his nightmares. “There is nothing wrong with being with Jax. If it helps. We all should be there.”

Swallowing back the fresh tears because I didn’t want to tell him. There was no one left on earth now who knew we were here. Had I thought this plan through? When I fought them all to come up here, to make it our only chance to survive. Did I blindly bring my family, and all the others along, just to die up here slowly and over time?

“Griff and you were right… I needed to think about this decision… work out an exit plan… But no. Once again. I came up with a plan, without understanding the long-term impact. There are children, older people, and people who look at us as if we have the answers. And where are we?”

Lifting my head to look around the hold before us. “We don’t even know if we have enough fuel to keep this ship in place for the time we need to make sure we can return to Earth.”

My eyes still did not meet his. “You place a little too much faith in me, John. I have nothing to do but disappoint everyone by failing them.” Well… Hells! That was a lot of truth vomiting out of my mouth, for someone who thought it best to keep all that crap locked up inside.

Then something occurred to me, what John said… it was niggling.

“You know… this place… It was the crew who were in cryo alive...” Why hadn’t I questioned this or even said it out loud?

“Miles told us there was an issue onboard the ship, that all the living souls had to be placed into the pods before it was planned. That…” That’s all I knew; I hadn’t listened past it. Because I was too busy thinking about finding a way back to get the others and to see if this ship could keep us safe until we had a better plan.

This is how I understood my part in this. My hands were covered in blood, how much more was still to come?

•— John —•

I moved my arm around her when she rested against my shoulder. I knew that move… it was one I used often; something you did when you didn’t want to be seen. And I let her, I rested my other hand on the back of her head, fanning my fingers through her ponytail.

There were a lot of things I couldn’t be for this woman, but I could be a safe place, a place to hide until the moment passed, a soft place to land when the world crashed down. A Shoulder… a friend.

“I know, I’ve been on the receiving end of words just like those,” I said quietly. “I know that hearing them doesn’t change how you feel, there’s no way to know if they will ever change. But knowing you had faith in me anyway… that changed a lot… it meant… everything. And you have all my faith, Stargazer.” I kissed her hair and smiled a tiny smile that she couldn’t see. “Even when you threaten to blow me up.”

I held her a little tighter when she said she shouldn’t be telling me things like this. “I don’t want you to think that, Rey. I don’t want anyone walking on eggshells around me, not the people I care about.” I paused. “Not anyone. I don’t want any of you to think you can’t lean on me… because I need to lean on you. And treating me differently just because I’m… whatever I am.” I avoided the word crazy; she didn’t like it. But I needed her to treat me the way she always did. I just got her back… I wanted her, not a censored version of her. “It would make me feel like more of a burden than I already am.”

“Raven, this was the only plan… the bunker was still closed. The death wave hadn’t even hit yet, and people were dying of radiation sickness. There was no way that door was opening before we were all dead. There wasn’t any other plan. It was the same with the space stations… they were made to sustain life for generations. When the world ends; you do what you have to do to survive. And because of you, we survived. Those kids survived. We just need to ask the right questions now that we are here.”

And I had plenty of questions… like how was it that not a single prisoner survived? What happened to the crew that didn’t make it to Cryo? What the hell happened on the prison deck? And who set off the bombs that damaged the ship enough that a twenty-five-year trip took them a century instead?

•— Raven —•

“You… John Murphy… are not a burden… not on me… not on anyone. We couldn’t have done it without you on the island. I couldn’t have! Abby needed to work... Jax too. You were the only person and Luna.. putting up with me and keeping me alive. You kept all of us fed. You helped me whenever I needed someone… That is not a person who is a burden.”

I hated that he felt this way once, and I regret my choice of words. Even if they came from a place of love and care for my friend. It clearly backfired.

I kept still, it had been so long since someone consoled me, or held me and made me feel…. I stopped myself from contemplating what was going on with my mind.

Tightening my eyes closed, I could see all those faces. The ones who didn’t come with us, the ones who chose to stay rather than trusting us to keep them safe.

“We didn’t even try. Maybe if Jaha saw all of us at the door of the bunker, maybe he would have opened the doors.” That’s when I heard the sardonic laugh from myself. “Okay. Maybe I’m putting a little too much faith in his humanity. But.. you gotta have faith, right?”

There was one man. “I don’t think ill of many. However, the next time I come face-to-face with him. I’m going to blow him up!”

Finally lifting my head to set my hazel eyes up to see him. “You know Miles is happy to answer questions about the ship, he and the others have been open with us. I… well… I’ve not really asked. I’m sure the others know, right?”

Frowning at myself, the numbers onboard this ship flashed before my eyes. 300 inmates, 25 guards and 12 crew…

•— John —•

I couldn’t tell her that yes… on the island… for the first… the only time in my life I was… useful, worthwhile… Keeping Raven alive was the first time in my life I had contributed to our cause. But now? Now, I was back to where I started. Only I had Raven now, and Luna and Emori. I had thought that Abby would use me in the med bay… I wasn't like Clark or Lizzy, but I could look after patients, monitor vitals… clean vomit… but once the place emptied… she shipped me out.

I smiled though because I knew that she would never think that and that it was… mostly…in my head. But there were a lot of people who would agree that I was non-essential.

“Raven… they were trying to open that door for days. And let's say we used the ship, threatened them or something and they opened the door… the Death Wave was too close. The transport ship has massive loading doors. The bunker was a single-person hatch. There’s no way everyone would have gotten inside. And who knows how many would have been trampled trying. That’s on Jaha… not you. And the next time we see him… I’ll bloody hold him down while you light that boomstick.”

I was still holding her, and my racing heart wouldn’t let me forget it. “There was no time for the questions before… we just needed to live, we needed as many humans as possible to live that we could, you have saved so many, Stargazer. And not just people. Cultures, traditions… customs… a whole new language that would have been lost. You saved tribes, funeral rites… religions, folklore, legends, songs and histories that no one ever wrote down. Every day all of those things still exist because there are people left to remember them… is a win.” My arms tightened around her. My cheek against her hair and the scent of her… it was unmistakable.

“And we will make it to the ground again Raven. Because I promised you another night under the stars.” I whispered into her ear. “And I expect you to do everything in your power to help me keep that promise and every faith that you can do it.”

•— Raven —•

I knew I shouldn’t, but that comment about holding Jaha down while I blew him up, it made me sob and laugh.

“Okay…” Holding onto my friend, my hands fisted the fabric on his back just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.

“That’s a deal.” My heart still hurt; I knew everything John said to be true. But hells, I still feel as though I let the side down somewhat. “I knew we were friends for a reason.”

My lacklustre attitude toward what we were told, was part of the issue, wasn’t it? Being so trusting?

“I know… I know… however, we should have started to ask questions, right? In the days after?”

I couldn’t see his face, but he held me making me feel safe. What I wanted more than anything, was to make him feel comfortable and not alone.

“When they started fighting over Luna, or who was onboard. We should have asked, what happened here. To make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

This time I close my eyes, listening to the reminder of a promise once made between two friends. Even though it felt like centuries ago, it wasn’t.

“I don’t know how long it’s gonna take me to help you keep that promise but make sure. Make sure you don’t break it this time, Watcher.”

Pulling back enough to set my eyes on his.

•— John —•

I chuckled softly; the darkness of the moment lightened a little. She gripped the back of my jumpsuit, tightening it across my chest… It was fitting better than it had when I first came on board. We had all gained weight on the island while experimenting in the kitchen. But being stuck in those suits took its toll on us. And slowly people were gaining it all back on a decent set of rations. But if we didn’t put people in cryo soon we would need to half those.

“Everything was insane… but now with a routine kicking in and the RAS patients discharged from medical… I think it is time to start asking the hard questions.” I couldn’t deny the feeling of having her pressed this tightly against me for so long… but it was strange… it wasn’t desire that I felt. It was…

Safety.

It was pride that she saw me as a person that she could lean on, literally and figuratively.

It was dangerous… so dangerous. I could easily imagine this becoming my life… with her. Hopefully with less crying. But… crying was okay… it would be nice to have the scales tipped in favour of happiness. That's what you did with people you loved right? Let them see when you are vulnerable? I would never tell her not to cry. I knew she loved me… but in her own unique way.

Like she read my struggle and wanted to challenge my resolve… she moved and looked up at me. All I could see were the tears on her cheeks, the faded gold in her eyes… and the way her lips moved to make sounds… words… she was saying words. I licked my lips… thinking about…

No… I can’t go there.

I smiled. Because either way… she was here. With me. Right now, Raven Reyes was all mine. “Good… because I have no idea how to get us back down there when the time comes… but I promise to be your biggest cheerleader when it does. Then you can leave the rest to me.” I grinned thinking of my stashed bottle of wine.

I still wasn’t letting her go… something I had heard her say before… to never be the first person to let go of a hug, because you have no idea how badly the other person needed it… and I remembered that feeling she was having right now.

While I knew those deaths weren’t her fault, she believed that she had taken lives. Would a hug have stopped me from going off the deep end after Charlotte? Would it have been different if someone held onto me until I couldn’t stand to be held anymore? Would I have been different? Would I be someone this woman would choose?

•— Raven —•

“So…” moving closer to rest my chin on his shoulder, I closed my eyes. “Where do we go from here?” Letting the question sit in the space around us.

Because for once, I didn’t know what steps we should be taking to learn about the history of this ship. Of course, sure... I knew I could go read all the logs I had access to. But… if I had access to them… didn’t that just mean there was nothing in there to find?

That voice came knocking again. ‘If you still had the code in your brain, this could have been a snap of your fingers to find.’ But I pushed it back, tightening my eyes closed. I could do this. Without the thing in my head trying to kill me!

“We’ll work on it together…” whispering it to him. “When the time comes. We will do it together this time. I’m not going to leave you behind.” A flash of seeing John, Luna, and Jasper in those suits played like a 4D image.

It couldn’t have been possible, but I was still holding onto John. Hugging him tight, without letting go. So, I did just that. I left my findings slowly open to let the fabric of his jumpsuit go first, then I pushed my head up, and then my arms dropped from around him.

“I’m sorry…” shaking my head. “I didn’t mean to hold on for that long.”

•— John —•

She shifted her face, and it was only then I felt the dampness from the tears that I hoped had stopped flowing for now. “Big picture… I’ll go wherever you go, Stargazer. I think we do better together.” I admitted… and my heart raced at the meaning she could take from it. I knew I felt better when I was with her, and I hoped she felt better with me. And then she said it too and I thought that my heart might explode… not the same thing… but wasn’t it? In her own way. Telling me she wouldn’t leave me behind? “I know,” I told her softer than ever because I believed her with every fibre of my being, and it wasn’t just because I knew she never lied.

“Right now…” I tilted my head and looked toward the doors; her hair brushed against my cheek. “I think we should go through these giant arse, creepy as fuck doors…” I gave a little chuckle. I pulled back a little to see her face after she dropped her arms. I shook my head with a little smile. “Raven… you literally sat with me for hours… after I almost stabbed you… just so I could sleep without needing to hold onto a weapon.  You can hold onto me for as long as you want… anytime you want.”

My gaze was definitely lingering on her mouth, and I needed to stop. I was thinking far too many things I shouldn’t, like how soft her lips would be if I brushed my fingertips against them. But this was so not the time to think like that, she had just confided in me something that she believed made her a killer… no one else would believe it of her. But all that mattered was that she felt that way… So… not the right time to think about her lips, Murphy!!!

I glanced back down the hall we had walked through. The dark was only about twenty paces away, and the section we were standing in, remained lit: the ship detecting our presence somehow.

“And you made me forget that the darkness was closing in.” Saying it drew my attention to how rapidly my heart rate had slowed once again. Being this close to Raven Reyes… I smiled… It was a fucking rollercoaster.

•— Raven —•

There was a smile on my teary face now. “Of course, we do better together. We’re partners in crime, John. It’s not as good when you get one without the other.” Thinking for a second before continuing.

“It’s like seeing Monty without Jasper. Anyway. Your beauty would be wasted without my brains. And we all know your pretty face can get us all into big trouble.”

I was attempting to tease him now. I needed to take our minds away from the places they were in.

“Thank you. You may not see how much you saying that means to me.” Leaning up on my toes I kissed John’s cheek.

I knew he was trying to do the same for me, as I had been for him. “Don’t worry, Watcher. I’ll keep the lights on for you. The darkness won’t ever catch you.” Stepping back away from him, with my hazel eyes trained on him.  

“Okay.” Nodding my head once, telling him I was ready to do this, I pushed in the master code to open the large doors before us. With a groan and creek. The sound echoed in this ship, ripping through the silence and the darkness behind the two of us. “We are so Ready to face our demons together.” Holding my hand out to him, palm up to see if he takes it.

“We do this as one.”

Hells… I was so lucky. This was my second chance to keep our friendship alive. And I won’t mess with it.

•— John —•

I smiled, the darkness was fading from inside of us both. I knew it wasn’t gone forever; it probably never would be. But that was okay as long as we had each other; to shine a light into the darkness day by day… we would be okay. “Yeah, Yeah and your brains would be wasted without my quick thinking and knack for mischief.” I tapped my nose and winked.

I nodded to her. She knew that I meant it, anytime she needed me all she had to do was call out for me or find me and I would drop everything for her. I knew what she was doing, and a traitorous part of my mind told me to tilt my chin towards her and her lips would brush mine and not just my cheek… but now I stiffened to keep myself from indulging the impulse. If we were ever going to share a kiss like that it would be freely given. Not stolen by a cheap tactic… not even if that cheap tactic was likely the only way I would ever feel her mouth on mine when I wasn’t forcing air into her lungs.

The giant doorway was dark for a moment as the door gaped wide then with more of those loud, ominous clunks, lights began to flicker to life. I was reaching for her hand at the same time that she held hers out for me to take hers. She wouldn’t have pulled away had I taken her hand when it was hanging by her side… I knew that much… but when Raven Reyes reached out for you… that was a special feeling, every time it was like a sacred moment. Whether it was to help you up when you had fallen low… or to pull you free of a spiral that would lead you astray or times like this… for comfort, for closeness… it was an indescribable feeling.

I took her hand and smiled. “Let's go find an adventure, Stargazer.”

•— Raven —•

As the doors opened the first thing to hit my senses had been the smell. This section of the ship like the others had been closed for one a hundred years, but unlike the rest of the ship, the air down here was much more musty.

Covering my mouth, I coughed as dry dust coated my nose and throat which had me breathing in through my mouth, trying to save my nose from the barrage of smells hitting me all at once.

“Hells… someone needs to look at the ventilation down here.” Of course, that someone was me.

I squeezed John’s hand, a silent acknowledgement that we were doing this together.

As the lights flickered to life, some coming on and others clearly had given up over time, I stood there watching with wide eyes as the rows and rows of tall cladding became visible.

“So….” I said when I saw the lights had stopped and no others were going to come on. “Remind me again. Why didn’t we just stay up top with everyone?”

My heart was racing, I’d be lying if I said it was just excitement and adrenaline. There was a mix of fear amongst all my feelings too. I took a step into the room, then another and another. Reminding myself that we were not alone, we could get this side of the ship covered and identified in no time at all.

•— John —•

I lifted my free hand to my nose and mouth and grunted at the smell coming from the cargo bay. “Damn! Smells like the Mech Station storage room.” They kept the oxygen low in the rooms they stored parts in to keep them from rusting, or to at least slow it down. Then she had me laughing and sucking in a lung full of the musty air. I coughed once and smiled. “Isn’t that someone you?” I asked… but we both knew the answer was yes.

“Because we are brave explorers.” I rolled my shoulders like I was limbering up for a fight, still holding onto her hand. “C’mon Stargazer… where’s your sense of adventure?” I said… even as I gulped and stepped tentatively into the huge space. They were rows of corridors, with thick walls… No not walls… I approached one.

“Are these…” I knocked on the steel. It echoed hollowly. “Containers?” I was gobsmacked. “They are bigger than the living quarters on the Ark!” I craned my head up… they were stacked three high, and each one seemed to be numbered. “Are there any records of what is stored here, maybe these numbers can tell us what’s inside?” I circled one until we came to what looked like an opening. It was painted with three symbols, fire, a skull and crossbones, and the Trikru sigil… which was, of course, the biohazard symbol.

“We shouldn’t let the grounder see this… not without explaining it first at least. You saw the way they reacted to the Infinity logo from Becca’s company.”

•— Raven —•

“Always the Wisearse, it’s a good thing I don’t want you any other way.”

My eyes adjusted to the lighting in the hold, following John’s lead with my feet but letting my eyes wander further away until I couldn’t really see.

“Hmm?” Turning my head to gaze at the simple symbols, John had pointed out. My eyebrows pulled together.

“Yeah, you have a point. Even if we know what most of these mean, trying to share our information with the clans needs to be in a gentle manner.”

We’d come across these and other symbols on the ground. Inside Finn’s hideaway, at Mount Pleasant, when the guns were found.. the list went on. But the explanation of them with the clans had been… well testy was an understatement.

“They look to be holding something in them.” My knuckles knocked against the wall of the one beside us. Then I stepped back to glance up. “Do you think we can get into it?”

Looking around the area for a moment. “There has to be a database with information. The question is do I need to go to the bridge, or is there an access point here in the room.” There had to be one here.

I let go of John's hand and moved around the containers again with a new mission in mind.

•— John —•

I laughed, I wondered what the original crew would have done if it wasn’t for Raven… they all seemed to have very specific fields and then no abilities outside of that. Okay, that was probably an exaggeration… but also… I had yet to see evidence to the contrary. Officer Shaw seemed to be the jock equivalent to Raven… an overachiever… only he had an attitude about it. Raven was confident, sure… but it suited her… she wasn’t arrogant.

I nodded. “These symbols started to mean something a lot different to them over the hundred years since the bombs dropped. I don’t think it’s our place to tell them they don’t mean what they believe.”

My eyes widened when she said she wanted to find a way inside. “Inside?” I repeated. “Oh sure! Let’s open up the giant box of certain death! Sounds like a party!” I rolled my eyes, but I knew that Raven was completely serious about it. “I mean it worked out so well in that story about the panther with the box that they weren’t meant to open and all the evil in a world escaped or whatev…” I tilted my head… “Wait… was it a panther… or was it a girl? Panther’s box? A girl named Panther? Who the fuck cares… either way… they opened the box and bad shit happened. So, let’s just… you know, not.”

I followed her when she started to walk around, her pain almost forgotten now as she tended to, when she was onto something. I looked in the opposite direction she was because I knew she wouldn’t stop until she found something. I might as well try and half the length of time she would be running around this maze. I flexed my hand until I realised I was missing the feeling of hers in mine… I stuffed it in my pocket as if signs that I missed holding her hand would be etched into the skin and she might see.

Then I let out an audible sigh. Inset in the wall, two units down the row; there was a rack holding the most intense-looking hazmat suits I had ever seen and a workstation that looked to be booting up. “Fuck me sideways.” I huffed. Then called out to Raven. “I think I found what you are looking for… and I’m really starting to wish I hadn’t!”

•— Raven —•

Okay. Fine. I was the kind of person who had a one-track mind at times. So, I may not be listening to the best of my abilities, but his response to my comments made me smirk.

“A panther? Box? Evil? What in hells are you talking about, Watcher?” Shaking my head “How would a panther open a box? They don’t have thumbs.” I would have rolled my eyes but then it occurred to me.

“Wait… do you mean Pandora? Pandora’s box?” It had to be.

“I should be grateful you paid enough attention in class to at least know the mythological story. Or a part of it anyway.”

I stopped in my tracks turning back in the direction I heard his voice.

“What do you mean?”

Starting back towards John, pushing myself to pick up a little speed. When I came to a stop right behind him I clapped and nudged John with my shoulder. “Well… well… look who found a toy for me to play with!”

Moving past him towards the workstation, rubbing my hands together seeing that it was in the process of booting up. There were a couple of stools before them, and I happily took one of them to sit myself down.

Turned my head back to where John stood, only now noticing the discomfort in his face.

“Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?”

•— John —•

They don’t have thumbs…

I couldn’t pinpoint why but this phrase had me in fits of laughter…. Not just because she had a point, which she did… but it was a story… like the movies, they showed as a treat in the run-up to Unity day… some of them had talking animals… so was a panther opening a box really that strange? No… what was strange was how much thought I was giving this. “Pandora?” I wrinkled up my nose gathering some control over my laughter. “No wonder humans destroyed Earth with parents naming their kids things like Pandora. Panther is badass at least.”

“Actually, my Mom told me that story.” That last part came out without any conscious thought or intention… Shit! I didn’t mean to bring her up right now.

She was beelining for that workstation… I was looking between the part of the storage unit that looked like an opening,… not exactly a door… it was like the whole short end opened out; meaning it was long and narrow inside, then my gaze went back to the suits that were nothing like the radiation suits we had worn, but not quite an EVA suit either. I raised my brows at her question. “Not yet but I have a feeling you and I are gonna end up haunting the shit out of this ship in the next few minutes.” I stood next to her ignoring the other stool for now. I propped my elbows on the worktop. “You really want to go inside?”

•— Raven —•

“Of that whole story, the name is the part you have an issue with John? Really?” My attention was drawn to him and the sound of his laughter.

“Hells…” muttering to myself. How long had passed since I heard him laugh so openly, and freely?

All of a sudden, my focus shifted from the workstation and the cargo to my friend and his blue eyes.

He didn’t bring his mom up normally, or talk about things they did before….

“What else did she tell you? I mean what other stories.” My hand rubbed my thighs without thought. “No… I don’t want us to die. Would you stop holding on to my first comment?” Rolling my eyes up at him.

He stood next to me, looking down and around. Clocking the suits he seemed fixated on.

“Don’t worry Watcher. I wouldn’t make you go in if something is interesting in there.”

After hearing him laugh and start to get our ruthless rhythm bad again. I’d make sure not to endanger him or any of my friends again.

•— John —•

I grinned… “Oh no… not just that. The entire story is a shit show of creepiness… I mean what kind of sadist gives someone a box and says ‘By the way this contains all the evil in the universe… so don’t open it’…” I wagged my finger like a scolding parent. “It’s twisted.”

She was suddenly not interested in the screen anymore, her eyes were honey-coloured again and fixed on me… she wanted to know the stories Mom used to tell me? I remembered all the stories Raven had told me… about the stars… where the constellations had come from (not really… but it was stories… not science)

I tried to accept the whole we won’t die today thing… because it was Raven and if she wanted to kill me she would have something grander in store. I smiled at the thought. Obviously, she wouldn’t… but she would definitely threaten it… with that sexy little shoulder wiggle, she does… STOP!

“Um…” I refocused. “She told me one about a boy who fell in love with a Princess from a land where no one grows old… and he followed her there. They were happy there for years… decades. But he starts to miss home, so the Princess gives him a horse and lets him go home… because she loves him too much to keep him if he is sad. She told him to never get off the horse because if he did he would age quickly. After all, he was on mortal land again. But he gets off the horse when he learns his Father died years before… and he… dies… not right away. He tells people about the land of youth and then… learns of his father’s heroic deeds… and then dies. All alone… No family left, away from the place that became his home, the woman he loved… who loved him… they were both just… alone.” 

I laughed then… “She was kinda dark.” I shook my head. I never remembered her stories as tragic… but hell!! “Or maybe I’m remembering it wrong. I think I was ten the last time she told me a story.”

•— Raven —•

“You’re telling me. Also, who gives evil as a gift too?” I motion to shoot myself in the head.

Tilting my head to the side, my eyebrows pulled together in concentration as I followed the broken story.

Some part of me watching it playing out in my mind. Seeing the two in love. The princess and the boy, find one another from different worlds and still find something that makes them fall in love. Filling the devastation. In the princess's heart to know she wasn’t enough for her love, that he wasn’t happy with her and the home they made together.

A thick lump grew in my throat as I imagined her waiting for his return. And he never came. Leaving her alone and wondering what happened to him….

Clearing my throat because John’s laughter pulled me out of those thoughts.

“I haven’t heard of that one before. I don’t think.” I wasn’t trying too hard to recall the bedtime stories from my childhood. Because they stopped the day I lost my dad.

“Hmm.. yeah. That was a little dark. But a good lesson.”

•— John —•

I hadn’t ever thought of the evil box story like that… “I always assumed she was being punished or cursed when they gave her the box.” I tilted my head and wondered about all the ways stories unfolded differently from person to person.

I could see it again; the story opening up in her mind… becoming her vision of the words. I wanted to know what lessons she saw in it… because mine? Well… I never had any… not until right now. Not until I heard it again. I heard Jackson’s voice in my head, urging me to give up a little of myself to help build closeness. I did that with Raven long before he’d spoken these words to me… but not about love… not the kind of love the boy and the Princess shared. But now… with these fictional characters to put front and centre…

Maybe…

I looked down at my feet for a moment and then up again. “Yeah… I guess… When you find the person you love… and they love you too. Home is where ever you can be together. Maybe even if they don’t…” I trailed off before saying love you back. Because just loving someone in secret… well… it was better than never loving anyone. Right?

•— Raven —•

“Maybe…” reiterating John‘s last sentence. “Even if they don’t love you back.” Half laughing now softly at how close to my truth this story had come.

“It’s like following the boy you love to a planet which was meant to be dead. And then... Finding him… In love with someone else?”

And still, no part of me was bitter about it. Maybe at first, I had been. But it didn’t last long, because I came to terms with the truth… no one could love me and live.

Shaking those feelings and thoughts away. I turned my attention back to the screen booting up before me. The monitor was so old, the keyboard had been overused, and some of the keys faded.

My hand rubbed my thighs as I sat there. “I know it’s a scary place to be.” I finally figured I should tell him. “But I was only joking about going into the big cargo box things, blind, I’ve learnt my lesson since we went searching for answers on Becca’s island.”

•— John —•

No matter how my feelings for Raven had grown and changed, listening to her talk about Finn, cry for him… miss him. It never stung; it never made my stomach ache like it did when I saw her with Shaw. She had chosen to leave Finn… even if she never stopped loving him. She had decided she deserved better than he could offer.

“I don’t think that was love, Raven. At least, not any kind of love I would want someone to feel for me… I know he believed it was. But I don’t think love is meant to destroy things… and that… whatever it was… it destroyed Finn and Clarke.” It was true… Clarke hadn’t been the same since, even if she’d survived it. Finn’s obsession had killed him. Is that how I love her? Was it destructive? Would the way I love her wreck her? “But I don’t think he ever stopped loving you… maybe something in him broke when he thought he lost you on the Ark… I know how that feels.” The last part came out too fast… too easily. And that was what I got for letting my guard down.

I laughed at what she said. “Oh hell!!! Did I just become the boring one? Needing to know all the details and plan everything in advance?” I hoped that my outburst would distract her from my slip.

•— Raven —•

I couldn’t agree or disagree with what John had stated. Because only those who were in that relationship knew trust.

‘But I don’t think he ever stopped loving you… maybe something in him broke when he thought he lost you on the Ark… I know how that feels.’

Had I loved Finn? Yes. With all my heart. As far back as my first memory. Finn was there. The boy next door. The boy who had taken care of me when no one else saw I was hurting. Had he loved me? At one time, yes. But then…

What he and Clarke made. I wasn’t privileged to that information. And Clarke wasn’t the sharing kind.

My mind came back to:

‘ … I know how that feels.’

John knew how it felt? Who had he left behind on the Ark? He’d never shared that with me. But the swift change in subject told me, he didn’t mean for me to hear him. He wanted to keep this secret to himself, and I wasn’t going to drag the truth out of his heart. “Yup! You are officially known as the boring one. Boring McBoredFace.”

Waggling my eyebrows at him as I bit my lip.

“Who is going to believe me when I tell them how mature you have become? They are going to lock me up and throw away the key! Because there is no explanation as to why or how it even happened!”

Was that enough to put him at ease?

•— John —•

She didn’t say anything else about Finn, but because I knew she would talk about him when she felt the need… or he was on her mind for whatever reason… I didn’t push. I hoped she would talk to me about it anytime she felt the need or even the want to. I mean, they had good times too, right? It wasn’t all cheating and surviving.

“Really?” My brows went so high my eyes might have bugged. “That’s what you’re going with…” I laughed. “I prefer to go by Survivor FitzHardToKill if you don’t mind!”

I pulled up another of the rickety stools. “Come on then…. Let's hear it… what’s in these creepy arse boxes, Reyes? Besides the ghost of my inner child, and three hundred inmates!” I teased her about her maturity comment.

•— Raven —•

“Hey…” nudging his shoulder when he came to sit next to me. “I was a little chuffed at the nickname, thank you very much.”

Pretending to sulk at how unimpressed he seemed to be. “I know I haven’t lost my touch. So, it is definitely you who has lost his funny bone.” Laughing as I turned my attention to the flickering screen waiting for a command to open the world of information this little baby was holding.

“Well, as you are so curious, the least I can do is help you find yourself.” Typing the search code for us to bring up a list of all the folders. “Interesting.” Muttering as I moved down the page with the tab key.

“Looks like the numbers of these files correspond with the numbers on the containers.” Gazing back over my shoulder.

•— John —•

I laughed… she was far too much fun for someone sitting about ten feet from a giant box of hazardous materials. I nodded… “Damn… I guess you must be rubbing off on me, overachiever!” I watched her concentration face as she typed in commands I couldn’t begin to understand.

I looked over my shoulder and read her the number on the container, when she said the list had the numbers of each box… “I don’t think that we could ever search all of these… if they kept supplies here surely some of them would be empty, right?”

Then I was thinking out loud… “If they have mining equipment on board it could probably help us when we get to the ground, right? Like clearing ground for crops… building and stuff like that? I mean it's not very likely there will be a lot of buildings left after Praimfaya.”

•— Raven —•

My eyebrows pulled together, a tinge of that frustration attempting to show its face again. The slowness I could feel in me when collating the data. But I pushed it back quickly. Reminding myself. That code was killing me. And I was alive to help these people. Dead Raven helped no one.

“Uhmm…” nodding my head slowly. “You’re right, and yes they have equipment.” Pointing my hand to the far side of the hold. “It’s packed away from over there if things were replaced in the correct positions. Which let’s face it, to run a ship like this, they would have to be.”

I kept tapping down the list. “And some are empty. Where supplies have been used. There are damaged goods too.” I could see them labelled on the lists. “Looks like they didn’t leave anything behind when they were mining. Which is a good thing.”

But it was the container with the hazardous warnings I wanted to find. Not that I would tell him. But John was right. We needed to know if there was a chance these things could harm people or the ship.

•— John —•

There it was; that irritation… the mild resentment at the loss of the things that the Bitch in the Red Dress had given her… claiming her life as the cost. But Raven chose her life. She chose what she called her dysfunctional family, and the memory of that hit me, warming my chest because in a way… she’d chosen me too. It was a small way… but I was part of that family she held together with her loyalty and dedication. I put my hand on her knee and whispered. “You chose us… don’t forget that.”

I watched her and not the information that was scrolling on the screen. But I heard everything she said… When she mentioned damaged equipment I fixed my gaze on hers. “Don’t even think about it,” I told her. “I know that you will want to get to it all later… but you already have so much to do with the ship alone Rey… you can’t take all that on too. And the grounders on board have plenty of building skills for when we get back to the ground… anything in this room can wait.”

I knew she was still looking for the container that piqued our interest close to the entry, but I didn’t want her adding broken equipment to the long list I knew she had in her head.

•— Raven —•

My lips parted and then closed a few times. Of course, he had read it in my face, was I that transparent? Or had my friend learnt to read me like a mirror? I wasn’t going to deny what I had allowed myself to think and feel for a fleeting moment. Because that would be disrespectful to his intelligence, and a lie. Which I wasn’t willing to accept in our friendship. We’d suffered from lying in the past. We weren’t going back there again.

Then I felt him staring at me like I would do something stupid if he took his eyes off me for a second. Which of course his next reaction sealed the deal.

“Hells, watcher! Would you stop looking at me like that? And stop trying to read my mind. I wasn’t…. Going to do it now… maybe in a few days… or once everyone was in cryo.” The last word goes up an octave to make it sound like a question. Which we both knew I had the right answer to.

“Those of us still awake will need something to keep our time going. I’m just…” Daring to look at him from the side of my eyes. “Making myself a little list of tasks. That’s all.”

Not a lie… it was what I would do. I think. Maybe.

My glance moved back to the screen, and I stopped my finger from hitting the button below it. The numbers flashing before me were the once’s we were looking for.

•— John —•

I nodded, feeling more relieved than I probably had a right to be. “Hey, if you wanna revisit it all after everyone is asleep I’m all for it… but you have more than enough on your plate right now… and don’t think I don’t know you stay up nights working on those parts you have in your room.” Maybe I would find a way to stay with her tonight… at least until she fell asleep. I wonder if there was more of that ice cream stuff that seemed to get us a little high and then completely crash.

Thinking about what I would do when everyone was in cryo was stressful. I knew there was no way to argue that I was essential personnel. I know Raven had promised to do everything in her power…

Maybe I could talk to Jackson about it too… I was just starting to have a life that was about more than staying alive… Surely that was a good reason not to press pause for five years and lose the common ground I had built with all of these people? Right?

I glanced back at the container and then at the screen, leaning in a little… this screen was weird. It wasn’t like the tablets or screens used on the Ark. It kinda looked like glass. “Isn’t that the one we’re looking for?” There was more data beneath it that seemed like it was in a different language.

“So… do we know what the mystery surprise is? Is the skin about to melt off our bones?” I shuddered…. Shit!!! Was it? I mean we’d seen that happen! I scanned what little skin Raven had on show… She looked fine.

•— Raven —•

“I swear, John Murphy. I don’t know why I promise never to hit you again. Because sometimes when you talk, I want to smack you upside the head.” Giving him a side eye, with a playful smile.

“Keep talking like that and I’ll think you actually like me, and it isn’t an act to get some more of that ice cream block.” I knew he was worried about me overdoing it. And he was bringing up some good points. None of which I would voice. There was nothing worse than a big-headed John Murphy.

Hunched over the screen reading the list of contents as I spoke to him. “I think I’m going to start biting you. It’s only fair if you’re going to try to stop my fun.” He didn’t know for sure I was staying up. But he had a thread if he kept pulling it. The truth would come out.

“Uhmm…” Engrossed in the information flicking before me. “Yeah… this is the one.” Frowning as it slowly came to me.

“Hells!” Sitting up straight again, mindlessly rubbing my thighs.

“It’s full of explosives. Some brainiac thought it was a good idea to put them all in one container right at the front!”

Looking back to John. “It’s what they used off planet for the mining.”

Sighing heavily. “We need to look in there. See how safe it is… but…” trying to think this through. Imagining all the faces of the innocent souls onboard. 

“We need to tell the others first. It’s fine right now. But… who knows until we have eyes on what is left in there.”

•— John —•

 I chuckled at her and shook my head. “Just not the face and I’ll give you a free pass.” I knew she wouldn’t… I remember how badly she’d reacted to my split lip after she hit me when ALIE was still eating away her mind. And then just as it was healing we caught that planhacka (bastard) grounder on the island that had bashed my face in a few times before we got the better of him. That hadn’t helped her either.

“You need someone to share that stuff with! Being that high alone is no fun at all!” I laughed remembering the feeling and the hangover… that wasn’t quite a hangover… but was. My brow quirked and I tilted my head when she mentioned biting me. “Kinky!” I teased then muttered for her to hear. “It’s always the quiet ones.”

I stood up protectively… like putting myself between her and the container of whatever made her react like this would do anything at all.

“Explo….” I dragged my hand true my hair. “There are one hundred and fifty-year-old explosives on the ship containing half of the remaining human race?” I wasn’t sure the people in the bunker qualified as human after what they did… but they were there all the same… if it survived.

“I could run back up top and get the engineers… and Abby… But I really don’t want to leave you here Rey. I didn’t bring a radio. Can we communicate with other parts of the ship from here?” The idea of leaving her here was unacceptable… but dragging her back to Level One and back here again? That was just as bad.

•— Raven —•

“Easy there, Watcher.”

I held my hand out to tell him to sit back down. His demeanour changed in a blink. One second he is all about the pretty face, and highs of sugar rushes, and we won’t touch base on the kinky comment. Because let’s face it, I’d make his face turn rose-red! And then… this… he stood between me and the contractor holding the really big boom sticks!

“It’s not going to go off unless we mess with it.” Rubbing my hand over my face. “Which we are not going to do. Not now. Not ever.” There were too many souls on this ship we needed to keep safe.

“We need to look inside. But we are going to do anything and everything to make sure that we have the explosives stable.” Chewing on my lips thinking about the fact that we were going to be able to get out of here without any problems.

“I think our little excursion has come to its end. We need to touch base with the others. Marcus and Bells will want to come down and take a look for themselves. As will Griff.”

•— John —•

“Sorry… the whole bombs and explosion thing… still triggers me a bit…” I didn’t mention that the bomb that blew up the bridge on the ground had resulted in my having my fingernails ripped out. They didn’t believe me when I told them I had no idea anyone at the camp was a bomb maker. I didn’t even know Raven was on the ground then, and if I did… There was no way for me to know she was capable of building a bomb in a tin can. No one could have known the grounders had me and I didn’t want her torturing herself over it.

“And you shouldn’t tell the grounders either… not until we know they are secured.” I was secretly hoping they would float the bloody things… but that was wishful thinking. They would claim they would be useful back on earth… building… clearing land, and gathering materials. When we all knew it would end up as weapons. But I was worried about with the crew of the ship would do if the grounders got restless.

I nodded, she was right… “Okay… c’mon… let's shut all this down… I’ll walk you back to your room. How many people have the code for this room? Do we need to find a way to lock it, just in case?”

There wasn’t really much I could do but wait for her… once again I was sitting and simply watching her work. Although… now, I think she was comfortable with it instead of feeling like her space was being invaded… And that was… progress? Right?

•— Raven —•

“Don’t apologise, I know it’s something we need to be careful with. On top of it all, we don’t want to cause any unnecessary trouble with the council. But keeping it from them?”

Frowning as I kept reading the lists on the screen. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea. Keeping secrets, and lying, that’s what got us all in this situation in the first place. We need to be open and transparent. I feel that Everyone needs to have the full information, then we can all make the best decisions.” Turning to face him once I was reading to leave.

“We have to do it right this time, John.” Leaning forward to place a hand on his knee. “If we’re looking to do better, to make life for everyone more than what we had before, we have to be honest.” My hazel eyes took in what I saw. Fear? There was fear in his eyes. “Let’s go, we can think about it. And right now, everybody is too busy with the council and trying to settle on the ship to think about down here. You and I are the only ones who came down here.” Getting up I felt a sharp shot of pain, but breathing through it I smiled nodding to the door.

“It’s been a long day. You’re right. We need to think about things first.”

[purplesurveys]

1700

When was the last time you got more then eight hours of sleep? I think Friday? I actually fell asleep relatively early, around midnight; and ended up sleeping in, too. I think I had gotten up only by 10 AM.

Do you find that people don't really understand you? Maybe as an angsty teenager, but I don’t feel like this these days. It’s probably also a matter of finding the people who do understand me. Is there anyone in your life that you wish you were closer to? Now that I know Trina is leaving for Canada for good, I really want to get even closer to her in the three months she has left in the country. I’m glad that we got close at all, especially after getting promoted. She used to just be this high-ranking workmate who I thought was untouchable.

Would you say you are a gullible person? Very. I am everyone’s favorite for jokes and light pranks.

Are you one to swear often? I do tend to swear a lot, yeah.

Have you ever sat down and played video games all day? Only when I was younger and got obsessed with playing Sims 2. I no longer play video games but am very much capable of being on my phone all day and just go from one app to another.

What is one thing in your life that is no longer there, that you miss? Kimi.

What do you believe is the best thing about being a kid? Hard to tell when you’ve had a rougher childhood compared to everyone else. Idk...being doted on, I guess? I lacked attention in my own home.

What flavor Dum-Dum is your favorite? I have no clue what that is.

What is the last book you read/are reading? Did you/are you enjoying it? That would probably be Around the World in Eighty Days; it’s a good read, but I’ve just never had the time to continue it. I haven’t resumed reading since January.

Are you on a laptop or a desktop right now? Laptop; I have never owned a desktop.

If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go; why? I’m feeling significantly attached to Bangkok right now because it has been exactly three weeks since we saw Yoongi. Our trip overall was quite short – only four days total – so it only makes the feeling of ‘missing’ Bangkok a lot more intense. I miss the place, I miss their great public transport, I miss the nightlife, but I will say that I do not miss the weather. Remembering how humid it is over there still makes me squirm lol

Have you ever trusted someone you wish you wouldn't have? Yeah.

Have you ever been on a picnic? I’ve never been. I wish we had picnic-friendly places so I can actually experience a picnic. When I was at KL and was repeatedly going to their park, I felt really envious of the families who were there with picnic mats out and eating. I could only wish they recognize what they have.

Which is better tea or coffee? Coffee; I never liked tea.

Do you own an umbrella? Yeah, I keep it in the car.

Do you like the ocean? Sure.

Is there anyone that you wish you were with right now? No, I’m okay being on my own for the most part.

Who was the last person you hung out with? Bea, Ysa, Trina, and several members of a co-agency that we regularly work with for PR events..

What animal cracker is your favorite? I haven’t had those since I was, like, 5.

Is there anything you're currently holding back? Yeahhhhhh I wish I could just tell the team not to promote me, honestly; at least not yet. I don’t want to leave the company, but please give me like 1-2 years before stepping up to the next position. It sounds very bitchy and ungrateful to say on paper, but I’ve been promoted every single year I’ve been in the company and it always comes with a wave of fear and pressure every time. I wish I had longer periods of incubation(??? lol) before getting asked to step up to the next level.

Do you like your smile? Sure!

Have you ever watched something on the TV that truly disturbed you? Mostly commercials or when networks sign off for the night and do their ominous creepy jingles before transitioning to that TV rainbow screen thing.

Are you scared of needles? Yes. I am 100% not the poster child for vaccines and tattoos.

Is your current cell phone out of date? Not at all. I know tech companies churn out new products at 34788394x speed and in their terms an iPhone 13 can be considered old-ish, but all things considered a 1 year old phone isn’t bad at all. I’m not in a rush to get a new one as mine still works just fine.

Have you ever drank milk when it was spoiled? Ugh, yeah. I remember an instance when I was around 5-6, I drank some Milo that turned out to be spoiled and immediately ran to the sink to frantically spit it out because it tasted horrific. Ever since then I’ve had a fear of drinking milk.

Would you/have you ever bought a gym membership? I’ve thought about it before; didn’t push through with it. These days, I wouldn’t think of getting one.

Have you ever bought anything on the TV? Nopes.

Have you ever done something that you knew was wrong? Sure.

Do you know what all the keys on your keyboard do? Not all. I still don’t know what the ‘fn’ key does and I’ve never tried using it for anything.

What is the last channel you were on, when watching TV? I’ve never watched TV for the channels in agesssssssss. We cut out cable starting 2020, too.

What is your favorite restaurant? Closest to being my favorite is probably Mendokoro Ramenba but in general I don’t think I have found my favorite restaurant yet.

What is the last thing you spent money on? Just prepaid load, lol. I’m on major budgeting mode as I think my family is planning a trip to Incheon – something I’m largely against because unsurprisingly my mom never consulted with us and each of us is suddenly in charge of chipping in for something – and I need to make sure my track record as far as money looks acceptable for the visa application.

Do you know of anyone who hates you? I don’t think so.

Lose your arm or your leg; Which do you choose? I don’t like this question at all, but for the sake of answering this I’d pick the leg.

Has an animal ever bit you? Like, a genuinely angry bite? Yes, from Cooper. I feel like after getting those six shots in one day I can surpass anything.

Have you ever tripped over your own feet? Sure.

Do you ever take out the garbage? Yes.

Do wash your face thoroughly everyday? Yes, first thing I do in the morning and last thing I do before turning in.

Would you ever do a ride along with a cop? No.

Are things, in your opinion, overly expensive these days? They are, as a fact, more expensive.

Where was your last car ride to? Apart from getting back home, I went from MOA to Feliz to have lunch with my family earlier.

Are your nails long? They aren’t.

Have you ever gotten food poisoning? Yes. Hate it.

Have you ever had to put a dog to sleep? I have not.

What messenger services do you use? Messenger, Viber, Telegram, and very occasionally Whatsapp.

Have you ever lost someone important to you? Of course.

Are you listening to music currently? No but I have an episode of GMM in the background.

[fillxsargeloverfan]

A Mystery Adventure Chapter 22

“Hold it right there!” said a voice.”Wh-who’s there?!” said the first Pawniard.”Who are you?!” said the second Pawniard.”Virizion!” said Tepig.”You..” said Dunsparce.”Pawniard! You told Emolga and these other Pokémon that they were surrounded, didn’t you? And yet…Who’s surrounded now?” said Virizion. Just than we hear Gurdurr yell.”It’s Gurdurr!” I say.”And the Timburr!” Tepig says.”Hey, Pawniard Brothers! Tepig and Ford are my precious customers, y’hear?” Gurdurr says.”If anything happens to our customers…” the first Timburr says.”You won’t be getting off easy!” said the second Timburr.

“Taking advantage of the weakness in Dunsparce’s heart with this dirty plot…You two…really are pathetic, aren’t you?” said Virizion.

“Like we’ll lose to you fools!”

“Watch out, everyone! Here they come!” said Tepig. After the battle, both Pawniards fell to the ground and the enemy Pokemon ran away.”W-wait, you spineless little…” said the second Pawniard standing.”We…” said the first Pawniard.

“We’re coming, too!!!”

The two Pawniards ran away.”We…We beat ‘em! We really chased away the bad guys! We did it!!!” said Emolga.”But…How did you all end up here?” said Tepig.”Our lovely Virizion told us. She said Dunsparce was in trouble.” said Gurdurr.

“Virizion did?”

“Well, I did see you. I happened to see you talking with Quagsire. I didn’t hear everything, but…it was enough to put the pieces together.” said Virizion.

“So that’s what happened…”

“It’s…it’s finally over!” Dunsparce said.”Dunsparce! You OK?” said Emolga.

“Yeah…I guess I got rescued again, huh? But I…was actually gullible enough to believe I could be strong just like that…It was all because of me that you all…Ahh, I really am useless…aren’t I…”

“That’s not true! You realized it before it went too far, didn’t you? That it’s not that easy to get strong. If you hadn’t, we would’ve been way worse off! We might’ve had to fight those bullies on their own turf instead of here in the open! I’m glad they didn’t take you all the way to their hideout. And besides…You fought bravely to the end, without giving in to fear, right? You did good, Dunsparce. I for one think you gave it your all.”

“Emolga…”

“I have to apologize. It was my fault that you felt like you had to get stronger. I am sorry about that. But…Bad Pokémon are always looking to take advantage of gullible Pokémon like you. You trust others way too easily. You can’t live like that these days. You know? You just can’t trust other Pokémon, not in the world we live in now.” said Virizion.

”I wonder if you’re right about that…It’s true that you probably shouldn’t just trust anyone you meet right away, but…But…is trusting one another really such a terrible thing? Is it so wrong to believe in someone? I know there are a lot of dishonest Pokemon out there these days. But if you don’t take that first step…then no one else is ever going to open up and trust you either, are they? You were right when you said that Dunsparce isn’t strong. He’s not. But…at least he can trust. That trust will make us a real force to be reckoned with! I think…I think that trusting one another shows real strength. I think it’s the realest strength we have.” said Tepig.”Tepig…” I thought.

“That’s why I have to ask…Dunsparce? And you, too, Emolga…Why don’t you two…come be part of our Paradise?”

“Wha-?” said Dunsparce.”Y-you want us?!” said Emolga.”I do. We’re gonna make a Pokémon Paradise, you see. We’re gonna go on all kinds of adventures and find lots of treasures. We’ll enjoy every day full of excitement and fun together! My dream is to make a real paradise!” said Tepig.

“Wow!”

“I’m going to need good friends to help me along the way. No-I’m going to need GREAT friends…just like you two. Don’t you agree, Ford?”

“Of course!” I said.”A-are you sure? I mean, I’m not…” said Dunsparce.”We’re sure.” said Tepig.

“Then I…I definitely want to join you!”

“I…Well, I don’t really mind, if that’s what Dunsparce wants to do.” said Emolga.”All right! Thanks, you two! We did it, Ford! We’re finally on our way…to making our Paradise!” said Tepig.”Ford! Tepig! I’m going to do my best! Let’s make a real paradise together!” said Dunsparce.”Guess I don’t have much choice then…I’ll give it my all, too! Let’s do this!” said Emolga.”Er…Do you mind if I interrupt? I have a request for you all. Will you…Will you let me join your Paradise as well?” said Virizion.”What??” said Tepig.”The lovely Virizion is-“ said the first Timburr.”Going to join Ford and Tepig?!” said the second Timburr.”You-! What do you think you’re trying to pull now, huh?! What happened to all your big talk about not making friends? Not trusting anyone? You just say whatever comes into your head, don’t you? You’re messing with us! If you’re just toying with us, then we don’t need you in our Paradise!” said Emolga.”Toying with you…Yes, I can see how you would think that. I won’t make any excuses for my behavior…But…even saying that…Is there no way you can let me be a part of your Paradise?” said Virizion.

“I…I do NOT approve! No way! Come on, Tepig! Tell her to hit the road!”

“OK. You can be a part of Paradise, too.” said Tepig.

“WHAAAAAAT?! Why should I have to be friends with someone like her?! I’ll never accept you, you hear that? Right, Dunsparce? You’ve gotta feel the same, don’t you?”

“I…I…Hoho…” said Dunsparce.

“Whaaaaat?!”

“But if you’re going to be one of us…then that means you’ll have to trust us. You’ll have to believe in all of us. Can you do that?” said Tepig.”Hehe. I’ll just have to try.” said Virizion.

“Then I guess it’s decided! As of today, Virizion is also one of us!”

“Thanks.”

“I’m not OK with this, Tepig. Seriously not OK. Just so you know.” Emolga says angry.”Aww, don’t be like that…” said Tepig.

“Why would you even want someone like that in your Paradise?!”

“S-sorry…It was the first time that someone actually asked to join…I got so excited that I honestly didn’t even think before saying yes…”

“Wha-what kind of reason is that?!”

Hours past as we walked back. I thought about a lot of stuff during that time. The events that happened before I arrived in this world, that no one besides Tepig knows that I’m a human, my promise to Gurdurr and the Timburrs, and Virizion. Pokémon Trainers would get Pokémon like Virizion before their last gym battle and I in a world without humans befriended a rare Pokémon just like that. I guess this was a world Arceus created to see what would have happened if it didn’t create humans at all. As I slept through the night, I thought about the people of Gravity Falls and one question I still had. Will they be safe in a world without humans?

[dukeoftheblackstar]

haha, thank you for your kind words! and i’m sorry, friend, but something you should know about me is that my brain generates a LOT of AUs and scenarios that never get turned into fic bc, well… i’m not experienced as a fic writer :`) most of it just stays in my head!

and i love your idea about a traitor in their midst! oh man, imagine the potential for angst… jango manages to get one of boba’s new friends to tell him aaall about the backstory boba cooked up—and decides to play along. yes, i’ve been hired by the hutts to bring that boy to them. yes, i’ll give you a cut if you help me lay this trap.

fast forward to the trap being sprung. jango gets the upper hand over boba and his friends, beckons the traitor forward with a credit chip—then shoots them dead.

a double-edged lesson. for boba: you should have listened to me when i said to trust no one. for everyone else: don’t mess with my son :)

@syn0vial I feel you. Sometimes it's fun to just get lost thinking about it. I'd love to pick your brain about it because this AU is giving!!!

On the backstory and lies, do you think Jango would feel proud of Boba's creativity on making himself believable to others? Or do you see him not giving it much mind and taking them as gullible peers? Also, if the backstory made him has a narrative of maybe a jab at Jango such as:

my dad abandoned me for self-glory

never really cared for me much and forgot I existed

I ran away because he wasn't a good dad etc

Do you think if Jango would be hurt a little? Even a itty, bitty, pang in his heart?

Also, I can totally see Jango shooting the traitor. Do you see Boba:

feeling no sympathy for the traitor?

developing a deeper sense of fear for Jango?

And as much as him going all "Do not mess with my son" and actually saying it, this is too much ♥ Part of Boba would probably feel warm but since this is not enough, I'd say his peers that had believed and sympathized for him deeply, drags him to an escape, to which he is unsure whether to protest or not, and successfully remains on the run.

OMG YOUR AU IS NOW STUCK IN MY HEAD.

Can I also insert some potential Jango making Boba choose some point. To which Boba is required to kill said peers for whatever reason?

I’d like for every Star Wars/clone wars nerd to give me their best bet on what would have happened in the Star Wars universe had Jango Fett not died on Geonosis. Like, what would have happened then, huh?? Tell me, nerd.

[keysmashingfantasies]

Hi hi. I’m not sure if you do request like this and this isn’t detailed or anything so I get if you don’t want to but like could I request something smut chishiya? Maybe him and reader are friends and get into an argument about their feelings for each other and they end up having really romantic love making and confess to each other or something. Probably makes like zero sense sorry.

i do requests like this, yes! just bear with me because i am not the most skilled smut writer but i am absolutely open to writing it, ask away! and it makes perfect sense, don't worry! also, i assumed you wanted fem!bodied reader but since you didn't specify, i didn't. so hopefully i think everyone can read. this is so fucking long i'm sorry. was it good? i don't think so, no. is it the best i could do? absolutely. enjoy!

ok, content warning/this fic contains: sexy times, non descriptive penetrative sex as a way to keep this as inclusive as possible, no body descriptions for reader, unprotected sex (not good! don't do this!), chishiya being vulnerable (or, as the kids call it, a bit subby), a smidge of angst at the beginning, probably kind of shitty aftercare bc i don't know how and i'm going off of vibes. absolutely not proofread so most likely grammar mistakes.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS POST OR I'LL CALL YOUR MOM!!!

"What do you mean? I'm being careless by talking to people?", you exclaimed. Chishiya was being more and more unreasonable lately. You knew he thought you were gullible and naive, and you suspected that's why he decided to get closer to you; who'd suspect you, after all? You weren't all that wide eyed ingenue, you just believed that people could still be good in this world. Kuina shared the same belief, and he wasn't nagging on her like he did with you.

"Of course you can! But not so much to make yourself vulnerable to threats! What are you doing, cozying up to someone you don't even know during a game?", his tone raised the slightest bit, what was already a lot for Chishiya. He may have been acting unreasonably but he knew what he was saying had reason. Chishiya had feelings for you, and once he got to know you the desire to protect you only grew. He knew that you were selfless to the point of bordering stupidity, and would sacrifice yourself for someone. What made Chishiya's heart clench even more is that you'd sacrifice for him given the chance. Without even thinking. The flame of his anger was fanned at the thought that someone may have used your good will to trick you into dying in their place if he wasn't around.

"I wasn't cozying up! I was talking to a teammate! On a game of clubs! You know, one of those we depend on other people to live?", you said, exasperated. You took a calming breath and sighed. "You know what, think what you want of me. I'm tired, I don't want to fight", you started to pace around, something you often did to release anxious energy after a game.

"We're not fighting. We're having a conversation", Chishiya deadpanned, raising his eyebrows when you turned to look at him.

"A conversation of you laying it thick the implication that I'm some dumb thing with stars in my eyes? That I can let anyone trick me into sacrifice?", you said, and his eyes darted across the room, avoiding your eyes. Red-handed. "Chishiya, listen to me", you sat besides him, taking his hand in yours. "I may still be a bit too hopeful of people sometimes. Everyone copes in their own way, right?", you earned yourself a dry chuckle. "But I am hopeful because of what I've seen. Yeah, there's death and sadness and betrayal but there's good things. Friendship and love. For every bad person there's a few good ones, I truly believe that. And don't worry about me. You and Kuina drilled in my brain to be street smart", you smiled. Now it was your turn to avoid his eyes. "The only person in this entire world that can trick me is you, Chishiya. I trust you wholeheartedly", you whispered, clenching his hand in yours tight but still refusing to turn your warm face towards his. He was your lifeline but made you mortified at the same time.

"I don't think you're dumb. I'm sorry if I came across that way. I wouldn't have made an ally out of you if I didn't trust your abilities. And... I wouldn't made a friend out of you if I thought you're stupid. I just didn't want to lose you, that's all", he said. "I trust you too. Wholeheartedly", he said, giving you one of his Monalisa smiles. Sutil enough he may not even be smiling at all.

"Not in the way I trust you. Not by far", you said, finally managing to gather yourself enough to look at him. You may die at any point, Chishiya was kind enough to remind you. So what if he didn't love you back? You had the right to say it and he had the right to know. Even if he scolded you for wearing your heart on your sleeve. Even if he betrayed you.

"Why do you say that?", he asked, frowning. Did you know believe him? After all this time, he thought he was opening up to you. That you saw something more inside of him, the optimism, the sliver of hope he kept hidden for emergencies and you.

"Because I love you. And I trust you. Blindly", you said after being in silence for a while, and the atmosphere of the room shifted. You could feel the hairs in your body standing in attention, the room felt colder, the air felt heavy and sticky when you breathed in and you thought that if you took a deep breath like you've been dying to, you'd choke. You could hear a pin drop. And Chishiya was still as a statue.

It happened in a blink of an eye. Chishiya was tense, his lips pressed against yours and shoulders almost up to his ears, like someone had pushed him into you and he was still trying to process it. You had your eyes wide open, looking around the room, hands up like someone was pointing a gun at you, not knowing where to place them. For a few seconds it was like this, until something clicked. Chishiya kissed you. Chishiya was kissing you. You parted for a second before looking into each other's eyes, bewildered like you had been possessed. And then you kissed him.

This was much more like an actual kiss. It was soft, slow, steady. You cupped his face between your hands and got up on your knees to get closer to him, his hands snaking their way up to your waist. Soon enough, you had to breathe, breaking apart just enough for your mouths to disconnect but staying close. Neither of you thought you could let each other go after what you knew it was about to transpire.

"Chishiya... I...", you were breathless, you brain had turned to mush and you couldn't speak, and Chishiya took the opportunity to kiss you yet again.

You could've been kissing for ages. The games might've been over, everyone dead, the land completely taken over by vegetation at this point. But you were still kissing Chishiya, slow and deep, melting and molding into his arms, straddling his lap. Not letting your hands leave him not for a second, as he did with you. Your hands were on his face, his on your waist. His hands moved up your back, yours into his hair. Your hands on his chest, his in yours.

The kisses started growing hot and sloppy. You needed each other bad. So when Chishiya pulled apart to catch his breath and you couldn't stay away from him, you started to kiss down his neck, hands pulling off his hoodie off like it was offending you, desperately mouthing at the parts of his collarbones and chest not covered by his shirt. And the sounds were driving you insane. The little sighs and moans made you want to beg him to fuck you already but you decided to contain yourself. You wanted him to feel appreciated. Loved.

"Ah... That's good", he whispered, and when you parted from his neck to see his head thrown back, his mouth slightly opened, eyes half lidded like he was intoxicated, you couldn't help but to slip your tongue into his mouth yet again, shifting your hips against his slightly, making you both moan in each other's mouths. "Can I undress you?", he asked between pecks on your lips, and you nodded so hard you made yourself dizzy. "No, no. I need to hear you say it", he said, stopping to look at you looking at him. How you were still bashful at a situation like this he couldn't figure out for the life of him, but he gave you a low chuckle when you hid your face in his neck, only to shiver after feeling your teeth pressed against his pulse point. If the room wasn't so quiet he wouldn't be able to hear the small "Please, Chishiya, undress me" that followed.

His hands were fast as they were precise and in no time you were fully naked in his lap, kissing him like your life depended on it. Your hands made your way down his chest, getting to the hem and making their way up again, now under the fabric, lifting it up and off of his torso, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull it over his head.

You proceeded to kiss every newly discovered inch of his warm skin. From his fingertips, up his arms, his shoulders, nipping and sucking and licking down his chest, over his sensitive nipples, down his stomach and the soft trail of hair that dissapeared under the waistband of his pants.

"Y/N...", he sighed, hand coming up under your chin to pull you off of obsessively mouthing him over his pants. "Y/N...", he sighed yet again when you came up, making eye contact with him and giving him a peck on the lips.

"Can I finish undressing you, Chishiya? Please?", you were desperate, and Chishiya hissed at the thought of what was to come. How could he hold back when you were so sweet, so beautiful, so eager, looking at him like he painted the sky midnight blue and hung the moon and stars up there?

"Yes. Yes, please", he breathed. You touched your forehead to his, fiddling with the ties of his loose pants. Meanwhile, he pressed two of his fingers to your lips, slowly but surely shoving them inside your warm and wet mouth. As you sucked them, you started to pull his pants and underwear down his slim hips, and he lifted his hips to aid you.

Soon enough, you were both naked, you straddling his thighs. There was nothing in between you anymore. He took his fingers off of your mouth as you looked down to take him in, all the parts hidden that you'd been fantasizing about. His chest with a bit of hair, now covered in red splotches from your sucking, his stomach and happy trail covered in love bites, his pale hairy legs, his cock that now slapped against his stomach, not too long but just enough to make your mouth water, with a leaking pink tip, girthy and veiny, nestled in his pubes, his balls hanging low, filled with cum.

"Chishiya, you're so beautiful", you moaned in pure agony. His body, the way he was looking up at you so reverently; he looked like an angel. He wasted no time in using his fingers lubed by your spit to start prepping you, carefully but firmly shoving them inside of you, finger fucking you in efforts to find that sweet spot inside of you.

"You're beautiful too. Ah, that's it, take my fingers inside you", he moaned as you started to move your hips in tandem with his hand. You slowly started to play with his balls, earning yourself a low groan.

"Chishiya. Chishiya", you moaned, convulsing when he managed to graze what he was looking for. "I'm going to- ah! Kiss me, please", he placed his hand in the back of your neck and pulled you to him, his tongue messily meeting yours while you mewled into his mouth and you shivered from your orgasm.

You only parted after you finished riding out your orgasm, after your lungs were burning, and you felt weak and feverish. You looked into his eyes for a little while and Chishiya opened his mouth to speak, only to come up with nothing but shallow gasps and a smile. His heart jumped when you smiled back.

"Chishiya, make love to me, please", he'd think you were in pain if it wasn't your smile. The way you were looking at him.

"Of course", he said, laying you down on the floor on your back, parting your knees, taking a moment to just look at you, making you feel shy. "You're so gorgeous. Are you ready for me?", he asked.

"Yes!", you moaned. You couldn't believe this was happening. Not in the Borderlands of all places.

Slowly, he started to put it inside of you, and the stretch of him was amazing. You blindly reached for one of his hands that was bracketing your head, him holding the back of it to his lips for a second before continuing.

"Almost there. Are you ok? Fuck. Does it hurt?", he said. He wanted nothing more than to fuck you into the floor but he wanted to be gentle with you. Wanted to see you fall apart slowly for him.

"Ah... You're amazing. It feels amazing", you sighed, dreamily; you never felt so full in your entire life, it was an all encompassing feeling, you couldn't do anything but to lay there and feel him inside you. Your eyes meeting his with another dazzling smile, and he almost came on the spot.

"Ah, ah!", he bottomed out inside of you and he couldn't believe how warm and wet you were. "So good...", he started to grind his hips into yours, not really pulling out. He couldn't pull away from you right now, not when you felt so good.

The both of you were in a frenzy, hips grinding into each other desperately, the both of you sweaty and moaning. One of you hands was tightly clasped in one of Chishiya's, the other with their nails deep into the skin of his shoulder, the other hand of Chishiya was gripping your tigh, his arm wrapped around it. Your mouth was open in ecstacy, moaning like an animal in heat. Chishiya didn't know where to place his mouth. Dragging across yours, on your neck, your shoulders, your collarbones, down your chest.

"Chishiya, Chishiya, Chishiya", you wanted to let him know you were about to cum, but your mind was numb and the only thing you could say was his name over and over.

"Are you close?", he breathed out and you nodded feverishly. "Me too. Will you cum with me?", he moaned and it was the most beautiful sound you heard in your life. You didn't stand a chance, clenching around him with a desperate cry of his name while he pressed his hips to yours, pumping you full of his cum.

It felt like you both were locked together, standing still against each other like a statue for ages. You didn't know how long until your soul returned to your body but when it did, you knew yours and his were intertwined. "Hi", you breathed, and he smiled. Not a quirk of his lips, a full fledged smile, teeth and all. "I should clean you up", he said, using his shirt to clean the cum seeping out of you, being mindful of how sensitive you were. "Hurts?", he asked. "No, I'm fine", you said. After dressing you and himself, discarding the shirt and zipping his hoodie with nothing underneath, he held you to his chest.

"I believe there's good in this world too", he said.

"Hm?", you asked, sleepy, your cheek pressed against his chest, with his arms around you.

"I believe there's good in the world too. Maybe less than you but I do. Believe that there's good out there. I'll go back with you, if we get lost I'll find you. And then I'll make love to you again, and hold you close, to remember that there's good in the real world too", he said. "I love you too", he said, squeezing you to him.

[oatmealcrisp-freak]

Reigen stared.

“Saiki,” He said. “Did you bring your entire class with you?”

Saiki looked over his shoulder then looked back at Reigen. “No,” he said. “This is only nine people.”

“I said you could bring one person. One.”

“I did.”

Reigen looked over Saiki’s head and squinted, wondering in what world that many kids equated to one. A lot of sheepish but mostly unapologetic smiles stared back at him.

Saiki said, “They brought themselves, I had nothing to do with this.”

“Yeah,” Reigen clicked his tongue. “I am not paying for all of you.”

A blue haired girl laughed and waved her hand. Reigen squinted. Was she glowing? Why did Reigen sort of want to do anything she said? “Please don’t worry yourself on our accounts, sir, we’re paying our own way.”

“Yeah!” Kuboyasu grinned. 

“We missed him.”

“Yeah, sorry to, like, barge in on your arrangements or whatevs! We wanna spend time with our boo!”

“But we did take care of all our own arrangements,” A responsible looking redhead said, his fists planted on his hips with a smile. Was it suddenly hotter in here…? “It’s good preparation for the future!”

A cheer went up. “Yeah!”

Ew.

Responsible children.

Gross.

“My parole finally lifted! Whoohoo, babes in bikinis!”

OR NOT?!

Reigen’s brows went up so fast they almost hit the roof as he did a double take at Toritsuka. What?! The kid was on parole? Or?? Off parole?! 

Toritsuka was a felon?!

What on Earth was Saiki doing hanging around a felon?! Reigen, never convicted, felt abruptly overcome by a jittering urge to throw Saiki over his shoulder, Mob and Kurata on the other one, and book it after hitting the so-called monk who was apparently a felon with a facefull of pepperspray.

Aiura hit Toritsuka and the hooting teenager dropped like a rock. Reigen stared.

‘Not to throw rocks from glass houses but did I just witness an assault?’

“Like, don’t mind him,” The gyaru said, looking up from the body at her feet with a sparkling smile. “He’s reformed!”

“And he’ll stay that way if he knows what’s good for him,” Kuboyasu growled, popping his knuckles.

Yeah, uh, no. Why did that not make Reigen feel better? At all? 

Reigen swallowed and pointed. “Do I need to be concer-”

The entire crowd of teenagers said at once, “NO!”

Reigen felt blown back a little bit. His jacket dropped off his shoulder a little, even. Given how crowded the airport was, it really was something that this ruckus of kids could be so center-of-attention. Actually, was there an even bigger crowd surrounding them than usual? And a chorus of people saying “Oh wow”, everyone looking their way like they were a bunch of idols (or maybe at the glowing one in particular but whatever). Was each and every one of them a main character or something?

A shudder of horror dripped down his spine. An entire symphony of teenage main characters that he, Reigen, the only adult, would need to coral and keep track of? To supervise? To supervise with Mob?! Gullible, innocent, naive Mob? (Kurata would be fine.) All by himself? Well of course there was Serizawa and Dimple but. No. No. For all that they were also adults, there was no way Reigen would trust either of them to supervise kids. Dimple would try to  turn them all evil (the ones who could see him) and Serizawa was already hyperventilating his peopled in claustrophobia. Oh.

Oh.

Oh he felt so dizzy.

Saiki looked over his shoulder, then looked at Reigen, and actually bowed his head ever so slightly. “I sincerely apologize.”

Reigen actually believed him. He set a hand on the boy’s shoulder, part in sympathy and part because he actually needed to steady himself. “I accept your apology.”

“Uhm.” Kaidou stepped forward. “I’m. Actually Saiki’s plus one.”

…Was that supposed to make Reigen feel better, or-

“We can take care of ourselves,” The redhead said again. He had pure Class Rep energy. “Our parents wouldn’t have let us come by ourselves otherwise, hahaha! Please, sir, don’t worry about it so much.”

At that Kaidou gave Saiki an accusatory look.

Reigen looked at Saiki too, and wondered exactly if he should start worrying about it.

~~~

idk if im gonna keep this chapter opener or not but jic i dont hyg

[sophfandoms53]

I’ve seen so many people say Movie!Knuckles is a lot like his Boom counterpart but, while I understand that in the sense that his confusion about Earth concepts can come off a bit dumb and/or oblivious, I don’t know if I’d agree with that.

Between Movie!Knuckles’ temper and his naïveté from the fact Eggman has tricked him, I’d argue he’s more similar to his Sonic X counterpart.

If you’ve seen an episode of Sonic X that involves Knuckles, you know what I’m talking about.

Yes, sometimes Knuckles has airheaded moments, it happens, but he’s not an idiot the entire time. Gullibility is often confused for idiocy. They’re not always independent of each other but they’re also not always dependent on each other either. Knuckles is a character that can go both ways, where sometimes he’s genuinely naïve to the fact he’s being lied to and other times he is being dumb. And Sonic X does do both lol but that isn’t rlly my point.

A similarity between Movie!Knuckles and X!Knuckles is that they’re both blind to the fact Eggman has tricked them because he told them exactly what they want to hear in a moment of desperation.

Using episode 5 of Sonic X as an example, the opener to the episode is Knuckles being frustrated that he’s been trapped on another world and that he’s unable to do his job (guard the Master Emerald) because of Sonic’s carelessness back at the base. Noticing this, Eggman uses that as an opportunity to push Knuckles to blame Sonic even more by telling him a false story about what happened that night at the base and that Sonic is taking all the chaos emeralds for himself and not letting anyone get back home. Eggman even pushes further by swearing he’s changed his ways and that all he wants is to go home too and if Knuckles can help him take down sonic, then everyone can get home.

All Knuckles wants is to go back home so he can guard the Master Emerald, it’s his purpose, and since he’s already annoyed with Sonic, he believes Eggman’s word.

Now as audience members we know Eggman is lying through his teeth, the show doesn’t try to hide that Eggman is lying, but we have omniscience, we can see things the characters can’t. Knuckles is in a state of anger and desperation so of course he would believe Eggman when he’s crying on his knees that he wants to go home. There’s even a later episode in season 3 that proposes the idea that the reason Knuckles falls for these tricks so much is that deep down he wants to believe that everyone can change and have good intentions, and I really like that tbh.

Getting back to my point, though, Eggman lies to Knuckles in this episode in an attempt to get rid of Sonic so he can go searching for the rest of the chaos emeralds without Sonic in his way. Eggman is also aware that Sonic and his friends already have one emerald, so he wants to get his hands on that too, so let’s have Knuckles do the dirty work.

This is very similar to what Robotnik does in the movie. Once Knuckles mentions “Ultimate power” Robotnik immediately wants to be let in on this information. So when Knuckles explains what the Master Emerald is and the type of power you can access from it, of course Robotnik wants to get his hands on it for his own reasons. But he can’t let Knuckles know that, so he just tells Knuckles they can help each other to find the emerald together. They can use it together. It’s all about them working together and being a team, or having an alliance. The end goal is finding the Master Emerald, something the Echidna has been desperately searching for ever since he lost his clan and his family, so Knuckles agrees.

After all, why wouldn’t he? At this point, Robotnik has done nothing to prove he’s a liar or that Knuckles shouldn’t trust him. In fact, he’s proved that Knuckles can trust him because he said he’d help Knuckles find Sonic and he did.

And just like Sonic X, we, the audience, know Robotnik is lying and using Knuckles so he can get the Emerald for himself. Again, we have omniscience. We even see him make that clear to Stone that all he wants is the power and that Knuckles helping him is just a means to an end. He only needs Knuckles to help him find the Master Emerald and after that he has no more use for the echidna. But just because we know that, that doesn’t mean Knuckles does.

Knuckles is in a state of desperation and anger over what happened to his father and his tribe several years ago so he spends most of the movie being more focused on honoring his ancestors and fulfilling his destiny than noticing that Robotnik is using him. The only time he really questions Robotnik’s intentions is when Sonic goes after an injured Tails instead of getting the compass back and Robotnik dismisses that as unimportant. To Knuckles, seeing Sonic care more about his brother’s wellbeing than an object that he’s been chasing and fighting for, is a very honorable thing because that is exactly what he would do for his tribe if they were still around and what his tribe once did for him.

This isn’t something Knuckles dwells too long on, though, because they’re so close to finding the Emerald but that moment is there to let us know that Knuckles is a bit wary to Robotnik’s intentions.

Knuckles is a character with good intentions, more often than not what he’s doing is what he believes to be the right thing. So when he is being told what he needs or what he wants to hear or anything that comes to the same goal that he has and that they want to help him, regardless of who it’s coming from and if they’re convincing enough, he’ll believe them because he wants to believe that everyone has the same intentions that he does.

Sometimes that may come off as dumb but overall that’s not what he is. What Knuckles truly is, is a naïve kid.