#IM KICKING MY FEET FOR REAL. LIKE. LITERALLY. AND WAVING MY HANDS AND COVERING MY FACE

[lovinggreeniehours]

RIP xi.ao he finally became normal and cool about being in a relationship but now he has to deal with trese, who has progressively gotten Weirder about being in a relationship

[noritoshiikamo]

reality vs fantasy 

bonus part 3.5 of the noritoshi kamo story; im just spoiling u brats enjoy [passes holy water] thread lightly, sexual content ahead

tagging: @unabashednightmarepizza @sassyeahhhh @dok-ja @sukirichi [bold means i cant tag u idky :( lemme know if wanna be tagged in the next part] directory: read the first part | second part | third part | bonus

fantasy

“does that feel good?”

he asked as his lips traced her sharp jaws, spreading kisses as his hands steadied her hips. she took a sharp breath, nodding in pleasure as moans escaped her parted lips as she lowered herself down back on his hard dick. through his opened eyes, he watched pleasurably as her tight cunt swallowed his dick inch by inch so easily, like she was moulded to fit him and only him. her long hair covered half of her face, as she flipped it to the side, sweats dripping down her chest glistening her swollen breasts. 

she looked so ethereal riding him. 

her pace was slow, and his hands were roaming all over her body. 

he whispered encouragements, how beautiful she looked sucking in his fingers hungrily, her perky titties and the way she hugged around his length made him feels so good made her roll her eyes back to her skull. feeding her kink so well. pulling her against him, her back resting on his chest, she let him take over the pace, loud moans fillers the room as the sound of her skin slapping against his with wet squelching sound echoed their bedroom. 

“you’re so needy, my wife.”

she was beyond needy, she was desperate for release only he could give, “fuck me, please, just fuck my brain out.” grabbing her chin, he smiled pleasingly as he kissed her lips so passionately. his rough hand palmed her breast, nipple swollen and hard it made her legs bucked.

“you want me to fuck you?” he teased.

she nodded vigorously, trying to move her hips to meet his pace. his other hand moved lowered below her slightly bulging abdomen, finding her swollen clit immediately. 

“please just fuck every inch of me,” she cried out, tongue lolling out, her eyes stared deep into his eyes, “i’ll be very good, i promise.” with every bat of her eyes, he couldn’t decide whether she looks adorably innocent or just a devil in disguise. 

but when he had her pressed on all four, begging for all holes to be filled, he couldn’t deny his wife’s wishes.

reality

she panted. sweaty and sticky, she looked down on the pillow tucked between her thighs. her face flushed red as guilt washed over her. the effect of the orgasm had left her legs shaking and she cursed.

noritoshi had not returned to their house for almost three days. 

she missed him dearly and she was losing her mind slowly. 3 days alone to heal from the mess from the attack at the stadium and to deal with the fact that she’s growing their child inside her reduced her to nothing but a mess. she fell on her side, pushing her sweaty hair up as she kicked the pillow soaked with her fluid to the floor. she fixed herself, not that it helped with anything; she lowered his shirt down her chest back. she has been wearing it for 3 days straight. 

enveloped by everything that reminds her of him but not able to have him physically hurt her chest. he hadn’t call, text, or even send her a letter. she was alone. 

whenever she missed him, she hid in their walk-in closet, nose buried in whatever that belong to him that her eyes caught first. when she has enough energy, she would brew the tea just as he likes it, sat at the balcony, and just not even drink it. she isn’t even a tea person; she prefers coffee but holding a cup of warm tea during the cold night makes it feel like he’s around.

she’s an addict but the drug is gone.

she felt tears prickling the corner of her eyes and before she knew it, she was sobbing on his side of the bed. she remained there, beating herself for being stubborn, blaming herself, blaming him even every single god that existed in the world for fucking her life up. she missed him; his smile, his voice, his touch, his kiss, she missed everything about him. 

shoko explained that she was 7 weeks pregnant, and her baby is as big as a blueberry. 

“i think the period you are describing last month might have been implantation bleeding, something normal that might be mistaken for period. you need to listen to me. your body is adjusting, you should stay home and rest. don’t stress yourself out.”

she felt wave of nausea bubbling in her belly triggering her gag reflex. kicking herself off the bed, she made it to their bathroom, throwing her head into the toilet and she quickly emptied her stomach out. they should rename morning sickness because the sickness haunted every single hour of her day. she spent more time in the bathroom, head in the toilet than the other part of her house. she stared through her teary eyes at the content of the bowl, clear disgust on her face when she realised it was nothing but the liquid she’d been having. she has been struggling with food, only able to tolerate porridge and juices and she was growing tired. 

weak, her mind mocked. 

she unlocked her phone and dialled gojo’s number. she waited for him to pick up, breaking into sob as she felt so exhausted, she couldn’t even move. 

“gojo, i’m in the toilet, i just can’t get up anymore i feel horrible i want to eat but i can’t i want to get out of here please-”

“y/n?”

she startled.

-

there was a lot of cum.

noritoshi was glad that he chose to release his pent-up stress in the bathroom, feeling the water showered down all over his body. all cooped up in their room back at the kamo estate for almost three days, he didn’t expect to feel a sudden wave of horniness crashing over him when he accidentally turned over to her side. 

it’s not like he wasn’t already thinking of her. she was literally all he could think about. 

her scent overwhelmed him even when he tried to push the thought of her away; but she’s still his beautiful stubborn wife and his heart ached when he thought of her. he always has a good control of himself, he believed that sexual urges should just be solved by a traditional fucking but for tonight, it was just him and his left fist. 

the way she smiles, the way her body moves, the way she ties his bangs or the way she always makes sure he wakes up with a cup of tea waiting by the bed; she missed every single thing she does. the way she teases him and the way she begs for more and more always reduced him down into a simpleton. 

he wished nothing but to run back into her arms. 

he quickly washed up, removing traces of him from the floor and exited the shower immediately. his phone suddenly blowed up. without thinking, he pressed the green button and what greeted him surprised him. 

“-the toilet, i just can’t get up anymore i feel horrible i want to eat but i can’t i want to get out of here please-”

his breath hitched and he stood there. “y/n?” he called, and he could feel the slight tension in the air. she had realised her mistake. 

“m’sorry, i-i want to call satoru. i didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“are you okay?”

he sat on the edge of the bed; phone pressed hard against his ear. talk to me, their hearts screamed. she let out a nervous laugh, trying to mask the sniffles, “i-i’m okay. i’m sorry for disturbing you. i thought you were gojo.”

gojo had been telling him how he has been taking care of her. told him that she was more than weak, could barely hold her food in without gagging. 

“she’s miserable. she’s 7 weeks pregnant. we suspected that the reason her body didn’t fully succumbed to the poison that cursed spirit had infected her with was because of the the baby. the higher up thinks that it’s carrying the same inherited technique as you. the fact that it was able to protect its host; your wife is impressive.”

he rubbed his forehead, nervousness overwhelmed him, and he felt like a child about to ask his crush out.

“you’re not disturbing me. you don’t need to call gojo, i can come over,” holding the phone between his ear and his shoulder, he immediately slipped on his pants, “do you need anything? are you hurt?”

“i’m just stuck on the bathroom floor. i can’t get my ass back up and out of this bathroom.”

“you called gojo for this?”

her face reddened, “i get overwhelmed easily. i’m sorry,” she rambled, “you know what? forget i called. bye,” she ended the call immediately. she slummed her head back against the wall, groaning at the discomfort of her abdomen pressing on her bladder whenever she sat wrongly. she closed her eyes, covering it with her arm before soft snore escaped her lips. she’d pass out on the floor of her bathroom. it felt like hours until she heard soft pitter patter of feet on the cold cement, arms around her body lifting it up off the floor. she was too tired to open her eyes, soft noise coming out of her lips as the arms laid her on the soft bed. she sighed in relief; the cold bathroom floor was giving her back ache. 

she opened her eyes and she let a nervous laugh. her shaky hand reached out to touch his cheek, it felt soft to touch, too realistic. no, he’s gone, he won’t come home, you’re not real, she reminded herself. “my hallucination is getting realistic nowadays” she stifled a yawn. 

he smiled, his finger brushing her stray hair back, revealing her watery eyes, “you think of me often?” 

“don’t you?”

she gasped when his warm hand cupped her cheek, another touched her neck as he straddled her. boldly, she tugged on his leather jacket, pushing it off his broad shoulders, confused when the jacket fell on the floor with a loud thud. this sounds too real. the feeling of his breath tickling her cold skin, his lips tracing kisses after another, she was drowsy. 

“i’ll take care of you,” he whispered, “i promise, i’m here.”

“nori,” she called out eagerly.

“yes, my wife?”

the hair on her body stood, shivers caused her back and toes to curl in pleasure. she couldn’t differentiate if it’s just fantasy or reality; not with his hands roaming all over her bare skin. 

[kaistarus]

Mistexting Mayhem

Pairing: Nishinoya X Reader

Words: 1.6K

Summary: You accidentally send Nishinoya a text that was meant for Yachi and now he’s knows secrets you were hoping he never found out

A/N: If you think this fic is anything but crack you’re wrong lmao I’ve always wanted to write a fic with this style and Noya is great for the chaos i needed. It was fun

Masterlist

[6:40pm] idiot⚡: look y/n without adhd id be too powerful

                         i could beet god himself in handtohand combat

                         god was afraid of my raw fuckin awesomeness wen i bursted from the woom

[6:41pm] y/n: there is so much wrong with what u just said

[6:41pm] idiot⚡: i have absoltly no clue wat

[6:43pm] y/n: put those 3 brain cells to work. I believe in you

[6:43pm] idiot⚡: but theyve reached their daily quota

                          plz there so tired and overworked

You snorted, a dopey smile on your lips as you laid surrounded by textbooks and homework, swinging your feet in the air behind you. You focused intently on the cell phone in your hand doing everything you could to procrastinate the schoolwork around you.

[6:44pm] y/n: noyas so stupid

[6:44pm] yachi❤: i thought you liked him?

[6:45pm] y/n: jeez Yachi. dont come for my throat

                       i cant help that i have bad taste 🙄

[6:46pm] yachi❤: if it helps he tripped over a stray ball today

                               maybe think of that till you don’t like him??

Unfortunately, the image of Nishinoya waving to everyone then biffing it only had you smiling like a dork. How you’d gotten to a point that Nishinoya being an idiot made you swoon, you’ll never know.

You raised your eyebrow suspiciously at the new notification on Snapchat from ‘Tanaka’ and after swiping it open you nearly dropped your phone. Looking back at you was Nishinoya, his head tilted and eyebrow quirked in confusion with a gari-gari kun shoved halfway down his throat. The caption at the bottom reading ‘daaaammn look at your prince charming go 😩’.

You frowned at the picture, letting out a frustrated groan at how your heart accelerated against your ribcage. You quickly tapped out of it and reopened the messenger app.

[6:57pm] y/n: we have to kill Noya

[6:57pm] idiot⚡: we??? what kind of mission is this??? 😤

[6:58pm] y/n: i like him too much. he has to die. its for my own good

You waited impatiently for her response and almost debated doing your homework since it took longer than you felt necessary. You supposed you had suggested murder to Yachi, but still…

When you finally received a response your entire body froze.

[7:11pm] idiot⚡: U LIKE ME?!?!? 😍

                          UR KILLING ME?!?! 😢

                          IM SO CONFUSED......

                          and a lil turned on ngl👀

Your hand covered your mouth in horror as you processed what the hell you had just done. This didn’t happen to people in real life. Mistexting was stuff people made up when they created fake texts for social media to get likes. You didn’t think people actually went through this.

You opened new notifications to escape the hell that stared you straight in the face.

[7:15pm] Tanaka💪: Yo, whatd u do. Whys Noya having a panic attak

[7:16pm] y/n: I accidently texted him instead of Yachi and told him i liked him 😣

[7:16pm] Tanaka💪: O wtf thats hilarious 😂

[7:17pm] y/n: ITS NOT HILArIOUS

[7:18pm] Tanaka💪: Hes askin if its a prank. Wat do i do?

[7:19pm] y/n:I DONT KNOW SDKFHJN IM THE IDIOT WHO STSRTED IT

He stopped responding and you banged your head against your pillow anxiously.

[7:23pm] y/n: YACHI ITOLD NoYA I LKED HIM AND NOU HE NOS WAY DO JI DO!?!????! 😭😭😭

[7:23pm] idiot⚡: THIS ISNT YACHI!!!!

                           HOLY FUKC U DO LIEK ME!!!

You screamed into your pillow. Were you fucking kidding? This could not be happening.

[7:25pm] Tanaka💪: dude, twice? i cant save u now 🤪

[7:25pm] y/n: betraying me in my time of fucking need? i’ll remember this asshole

[7:26pm] Tanaka💪: so vulgar 👀

You growled at Tanaka’s uselessness and bravely peeked through one eye as you went back to your conversation with Nishinoya.

[7:24pm] idiot⚡: STOP IGNORING ME I KNO UR TEXTING RYU

[7:26pm] idiot: IM GONNA KEEP SPAMMING U TILL U ANSWE RME😤

[7:26pm] idiot⚡: 1

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[7:27pm] y/n: what is this twitch chat? fuck 

[7:28pm] idiot⚡: your heeeeererererreee 🥰

[7:29pm] y/n: soooooo………..

                        clearly there has been a misunderstanding

[7:29pm] idiot⚡: oh nonono. I understand PERFETCLY. u LOVE me

                         its ok. this is a safe space. we can discuss feelings 😌

[7:31pm] y/n: there are zero feelings to discuss

[7:31pm] idiot⚡: then y did u say u like me too much so i have to die?

[7:34pm] y/n: i am filled with rage 🤬

[7:34pm] idiot⚡: rage over how much u liiike me???🥰🥰🥰

[7:36pm] y/n: definitely not

You racked your brain for some kind of reasonable sounding excuse, eventually landing on:

[7:36pm] y/n: It was autocorrect

[7:36pm] idiot⚡: HAH????? FROM?????

[7:38pm] y/n: HAH???

                       ....Nora?

[7:38pm] idiot⚡: Who TF is nora???? 😡

[7:39pm] y/n: someoe i like obviously 😏

[7:40pm] idiot⚡: so u like them but u use my name so much it autocorrected to me? 🤔

[7:44pm] y/n: OK MR DETEcTIVE WHERE TF ARE THES BRAIN CELS COMIN GFROM?

[7:45pm] idiot⚡: i pull them out for special ocasions 😌

[7:45pm] y/n: well how bout you pack those up and put em away

[7:46pm] idiot⚡: how bout two people who LIKE each other SAY something so they can DOOOOOOOO something bout IT 🙄

You began typing a frantic message about how it was none of his business until you processed the message. Then you read it over several times before letting out an audible, “what the fuck.”

[7:50pm] y/n: YOU LIKE ME

[7:50pm] idiot⚡: I FLIRT WITH U ALL THE TIME WAT DO U MEAN yOu LiKe Me!?!

                          FUCKING OBVIOSLY

[7:51pm] y/n: literally when. name one time.

[7:52pm] idiot⚡: I WALK WITH U EVERY MORNING!!!

[7:53pm] y/n: I thought that was a coincidence???

[7:54pm] idiot⚡: I BRNIG U SNACKS DURING LUNCH!!!

[7:54pm] y/n: I thought they were leftovers??

[7:55pm] idiot⚡: …....I call you cute and invite you to my games.

[7:56pm] y/n: you call everyone attractive and i thought there was like a audience quota or something........?

[7:57pm] idiot⚡: ….i cant tell who i should be upset with rn but i think its u 😑

[7:58pm] y/n: WAT WHY!?!

[8:00pm] Idiot⚡: I LIKE U+U LIKE ME=WE LIKE EACH OTHER

[8:01pm] y/n: whoa. slow down. I hate math 😣

[8:02pm] Idiot⚡: ===WE SHUD GO ON A DATE!!!

[8:02pm] y/n: HAH!? i think you started multiplying that addition problem buddy 🤨

Your cheeks were beginning to ache from how wide your dopey grin was. You couldn’t help but tease Nishinoya-it was second nature at this point-even if you now knew your feelings were mutual.

[8:04pm] idiot⚡: i suk at math but thats NOT the point

                         point iiissss i think deep down u want to hang out and cuddle and fall in love

                        maybe even..... 😏 kiiisssss

[8:04pm] y/n: WHOA WHOA WHOA

                        WARN ME BEFORE YOU GET NSFW

                        i would never premarital eye-contact. let alone k🤢ki-🤢🤢kiss🤢🤮🤮

[8:05pm] idiot⚡: well we would have socks on 🙄

[8:06pm] y/n: oh. well if there’s protection

[8:06pm] idiot⚡: Im not a maniac

[8:07pm] y/n: i suppose as long as you dont do something stoopid

                        like faceplant in public

                        that would be humiliating

[8:08pm] idiot⚡: I-

                          who told you that 😠

[8:08pm] y/n: i have spies everywhere noya

                        youre never safe

[8:09pm] Idiot⚡: kinda hot 👀

                         makin me fear for my life like that👀

[8:10pm] y/n: i hate that i like you

                        It kills me inside 

                        i feel braincels leaving with every conversation

[8:12pm] Idiot⚡: fan behavior 😏

                          so am i taking u to eat tomorow or wat?

[8:14pm] y/n: if I HAVE to 🙄

[8:14pm] Idiot⚡: No u GET to

                          I am a fucking delite 😤

[8:15pm] y/n: whatever helps you sleep at night

[8:15pm] Idiot⚡: nothing helps me sleep at night. this mind never rests

[8:16pm] y/n: thinking 24/7 and still not a smart thing comes out of that mouth 👀

[8:17pm] Idiot⚡: yas, bully me more 😫

[8:19pm] y/n: ok thats as much as i can handle for one day......

                       im gonna pretend to do homework

[8:20pm] idiot⚡: okie... good luck my sweet baby pogchamp 🥰

[8:20pm] y/n: no

[8:20pm] Idiot⚡: 😘😘😘

[8:22pm] y/n: 🙄✋

[8:23pm] Idiot⚡: oh FUCK yas 🥵 shut me UP

[8:25pm] y/n: suddenly all i feel is endless regret

[8:26pm] Idiot⚡: i have that effect on people

                          See you tomorrow 🥰🥰🥰

[8:27pm] y/n: unfortunately 😘

[8:27pm] idiot⚡: 🥵

You flung an arm over your eyes and let a small giggle bubble up from your chest. Nishinoya was probably the biggest idiot you’d ever met, but you couldn’t help that thinking of spending time with him had you kicking your feet with excitement.

You supposed you should actually get started on your homework. You reached forward when a notification popped up from Yachi, asking if her idea worked and you had stopped liking Nishinoya.

...you should probably break the news, huh?

[huntsman-ash]

RWBY V8E5 LiveThoughts

And now for the last episode before the HUGE break they’re taking. Seriously, February? Damn, whats going on at RT?

It matters not. Lets see what this weeks episode has for us.

And here we see Aminety Colloseum, the place that Atlas SHOULD have weaponized the moment it rolled its way back here. Seriously look at it; floating free away from everything else...you could mount missile launchers and laser batteries and CIWS batteries on it, launch fighters from it, let dropships deploy through its base...a floating aircraft carrier of unprecidented size.

Or maybe turn it into a weapon...use its drive system to focus Dust energy into some kind of gravitational force...thats just me though.

Missed oppertunites...ah well.

You CAN see its been adjusted though, it looks less like the sports arena from its last apperance and more like a floating coms hub, with those dishes on the outside and the huge spire.

Intersetingly if you look in the upper right corner the moon is there but almost completely covered by the storm Salem summoned. Interesting.

Wait why is PEITRO out there? With like...no supports? Seems kinda dangerous to send the weak old dude out there...

...thats a bomb. A Dust bomb in pipe bomb style form but thats very much a bomb.  Yes, Penny, danger indeed.

Atmospheric orbit. Ahhh that must be the low-level orbit path that they need to ensure it doesnt loose power. The part where you coast along with almost no drag.  Like what the X-15 hit in our world, and punched through at least once.

WAIT WHAT THE HELL IS THAT. Thats some kind of loader mech. THATS A FUCKING UTILITY TITAN. WHEN DID ATLAS GET ONE OF THOSE?!

Also thats a jet engine.

And Maria’s piloting it. To quote Daimon Baird; I know wha thappens when you let an angry chick loose with a power loader.

Multiple bombs...wait. Thats the mine that RWBY fought in with the Aces, the one that almost blew the fuck up. They’re... Oh. I get it now. They’re gonna use the blast to fling Amneity into upper orbit and stabalize it. Clever. Not exactly SAFE, but clever. Just hope the mine doesnt go anywhere important. Those tunnels are going to turn into firestorms.

Cute, she thinks she can stay and help. Trust me, Penny. You’re better off running.

MARIA CASUALLY DOING THE MEXICAN GRANDMOTHER THING WITH HER MECH...THE HIP HAND. MY GOD.

Oh, and his chair has gravity restraints too. They...gonna handle the impact of the launch? I mean thats literally a fuel/air bomb under them. Dust/air...

Well Maria seems alright with it.

OH GOD DAMMIT. Its Cinder isnt it? Fucking bitch...

On the positive side if she DOES hitch a ride then they get a chance to give her the ol’ “Long fall special”.  Lets see your maiden powers save you from a fall from near orbit.

Well then, she burned right through the floor. Interesting. Maiden powers or her own, who knows...I do admit seeing her ride the ship in like that is kinda cool.

The eagerness in Cinders remaining eye interest me. Also, even when using maiden powers, her dead eye emits nothing. So that whole parts just gone. 

Secondary note, I think they’re standing on the...Shade emblem? Shade is the swords I think. Vale is the axes, Atlas is the staff, Havens the lamp. Doubt it means anything.

Ahhh, okay I was gonna say, that launch was...kinda lackluster. But the blast is being used as a BOOST on top of the four existing external thrusters. Like the yellow emergency turbines on the outside of the Pillar of Autumn in the end cutscene of Halo Reach

Dust explodes in its own individual colors. The blast under them looks like a Pride festival.

Also Penny just going WHAP like that amuses me, whereas Cinder just crouches. Guess she knew what was coming.

I dont see how the blast is helping through...maybe its the pressure wave and we cant see it right.

Now THAT is a command and control table!

Based on the image I can see, the map is showing “Atlas Mantle” in the middle in green, Aminety in red to the north, and the whale as its own red marker just off to the west a bit of Atlas/Mantle. So now we know where everything is stationed.

The scales all kindsa weird tho

Ah THERES the G-force. Emeralds literally stuck to the floor.

And because Cinders an unoriginal bitch, fire swords. Im not impressed ot say the least.  On a side note that DOES mean that radiobandit was right about her powers, so theres that. I’d wager this is a combination of her semblance and the maiden abilities.

For those who follow me, Cinder’s blades here are similar in look to what Ash Vulcan can summon, minus the fire. His are more of a cooled obsidian look.  They are, however, as sharp as these are, but much less sturdy. Ex; the one that pins itself to the wall by Penny’s head would have shattered on impact, which Ash uses as a secondary ability. Because no one likes a hundred glass shards in their eyes...

OH HELL YES. Maria with the mech. Now, Cinder...TASTE METAL FIST.

RT...I salute you. Angry mother figure piloting a giant robot screaming “get away from her you bitch”. ALMOST had it. Almost.

What smacked into her though. Neo?

Yes, Neo piloting their escape craft. Interseting.

Emerald looks completely useless and confused and Neo is suddenly very much in a realization shes inside a tin can and MARIA IS OPERATING A GIANT TIN CAN OPENER

Emeralds semblance works on Maria. Interseting, so it must bypass eyes. Effect the brain specifically. Note to self for Chrys on that...

WHY did Neo take Ruby’s form when shes fighting Maria? On that Maria seems very happy to brawl on the ground now. Old habits die hard, I guess.

Additional math note; “broadcasting range” is, by this numerical, 543.523 of...whatever Remnant uses as units. On Earth, the edge of outerspace is almost exactly 100 km, or 62 miles, straight up. So going by that measurement... (Doing the math here hang on)...1 km is equal to 5.43 of Remnants distance units. Lets just say 5.5. Assuming Remnants edge is the same (but everything we’ve seen so far hints that it is, or at least very close)

Alternatively, since we heard klicks used in V4, but miles used in After The Fall, we can assume this is one of those, meaning that either broadcast altitude on Remnant is ABSURDLY HIGH, because 500km is literally 5 times the edge of space on earth, and 540 miles is ALMOST 9 TIMES AS HIGH. Either way Im pretty sure this is the first measurement of Remnants units we’ve seen.

Alternatively alternatively, judging by the arrows we see, these might be required velocity to maintain orbit, which MAY make a bit more sense but it doesnt really fit. Low orbital velocity on earth for example is 17,000 KPH. Even with the math above, theres still a TITANIC difference.

And now we see the numvers going down again because CINDER BURNED A HOLE IN THROUGH ONE OF THE STABALIZERS. Bitch.

Again on th e weaponizing the colleseum; look at all this empty space. They didnt even remove it from when it was a consorse for the festival. You could put SO MANY weapon emplacements...the landing pads are still there!

Oh so now Cinders a Dawnblade from RWBY is she.

And exploding arrows too. Alright then, sure, why not.

Not sure what the point of this little bit was, aside from Penny trying to draw Cinder off and Cinder going back because...evil? Bait for Penny? Who knows. 

Oh yeah, Marias having a GOOD time. Also, Neos face when she gets kicked in it; “NO, NOT THE SANDEL!”

Also the disrespect from Maria. Yes. Suck it, Neo.

Also theres some timeskippage, as there is NOT a 2 minute gap between when we see the clock the first time and when we see it now. I dont think, anyway. Im sure theres math to be done but it serves the purpose its suppose to, for tension.

Uhhhh...Cinder, please. Your Salem’s most bottom of bitches right now. She favors Hazel and Tyrian over you.

Did Cinder really just try for a does not compute moment. Or is she just out of ideas.

Cinder stealing the maiden powers reminds me of the Grip of the Devourer perk from the Necromatic Grips in Destiny 2. Mainly the green energy flowing. I know thats Pennys aura stuff but it does remind me.

Ahhh they got a plan with Emerald then. Interesting. Also Neo taking advantage of a distraction sounds like her. 

And Penny ONESHOTS Neo. Lets be real here, without aura? She’d be LIQUID. Or maybe ash. Not sure how Penny’s funnels (THEYRE STILL FUCKING FUNNELS DAMMIT) works.

Annnnddd you forgot shes a robot and sees aura didn’t you.  Again, without aura, she’d be dead. Actually, she might legit be dead considering that scream. That sounds like the noise someone makes as their organs are fried by high intensity radiation. Not too mention the MASSIVE BURN MARK on the back wall there.

Either way; GET FUCKED BITCH.

Very dramatic, Emerald, but really, come on. Penny has lasers. You would get maybe one more shot (from a weapon that has, at best from my viewpoint) a caliber equal to MAYBE a 9mm pistol. That stuff doesnt have the penetration power required.

If Penny wasn’t nice and more interested in saving Peitro...you’d be dead. Ripped asunder and Cinder made even worse. 

A pity, really, Penny has a heart. But...hey. Real girl.

I feed upon Emeralds tears though. Mmm. Simpy.

What the HELL is hitting them. Grimm?

Oh boy here we go, more of this. Like...bruh. Just set down for a bit. Always gotta be dramatic dont ya

Aww. Touching. But pointless in the grand scheme of things.

Interesting note but she puts her gloved hand on his cheek, not the one with the glove burned off. For what thats worth again.

Holy shit, that map wasnt lying. That whale’s almost as big as Atlas is from this angle. Mind you, might just be a trick of the location but it would make sense if they were afraid of a Grimm THAT GOD DAMN BIG. I was just seeing it as like, about the size of a normal sperm whale, maybe as big as the Leviathan from the series of the same name, but even that was barely 150 feet long. This things HUGE.

Nope. Pretty sure its about the same size as Atlas is long.

Also the Moon seems smaller from this angle oddly enough.

Wait is she gonna superman this fucking thing?

Okay yes, the numbers were based on distance not velocity, as Penny is pushing the stadium UP, rather than accelerating it in proper stance.

The noises she makes...huh. Glad my sister didnt walk in on those. Sounds...not like someone straining.

Hey look, its clumsy shitface McGee. HES NOT DEAD!

Note about the message; whos the chick with the eye patch next to the faunus in the back left of Ruby.

Im going to assume the first place we see the message played is the Mistral Black Market. Seems fitting for how it is, and the design matches Havens ascetic. 

OH MY GOD THE LITTLE EARED FAUNUS GIRL IN THE HOLE. OH NO. SHES TOO CUTE.

Also in that same shot we see the old Karen from two episodes ago, a mouse girl, Fiona’s mole uncle, and someone new I think. Plus the huge eared girls mom who has a fox tail. And also one of the thirsty moms and her kid maybe?

Hey, Sun and Neptune! Out in the middle of nowhere in Vacuo. So this is the first time we’ve seen it in the show. 

And Ilia’s still alive too!

Hey and Goodwytch too. No voice, of course...she got fired ages ago.

Also hey, so this is where Ironwoods been. I love how Hare turns it off before Ruby finishes. 

I will note that technically Ruby’s not wrong. Ironwood cant be trusted. But then, he couldnt before because (gestures to Atlas’s pathetic, scraggy SOFT “military” instead of THE CHAD FORCES OF...uh...) (Rapid sounds of shuffling papers and files labeled “UNSC” “Coalition of Ordered Governments” “SRPA” “GAR” and “Yukon Confederacy” fly off the table)

Several others. Yes. Lets go with that. (Accidentally bumps paper labeled “Vanguard” off the desk)

Watts is back out I see too. 

Wait wait wait. Penny’s blades operate via chips...part of her, sure. So WHY does she need wires on them? AGAIN. WHY ARE THEY WIRE FUNNELS AND NOT SEPERATE ONES.

Interestingly the inside of the one Watts has resembles a Scroll...did Peitro commender that technology?

No focusing system for the laser. No chamber for acceleration or direction. Odd.

Salem looks oddly glad for this. Probably cause she thinks this is going to spread more fear. 

And Ruby gets to the heart of the deal. You dont beat something that cant be killed. You capture it. Hurt it. BREAK IT. A sentient being can only take so much punishment before it shatters into madness and controllable fragments. You just. Need. To. Hit. It. HARD. ENOUGH. 

Additionally Ruby’s got a point there too. Salem played the shadows until this moment when everything was going her way. So...whats she afraid of.

Annnnddd thats all it takes to hijack Penny? Seriously.

Fuckin god damn useless Atlas bullshit fucking...(LONG SUFFERING SIGH OF A TECH NERD)

Hey theres Taiyang. Where’s Raven?

Wait hold on a second. She catches fire literally two seconds after she falls? You gotta fall a bit more than that for shit to start happening. WHAT THE FUCK IS REMNANTS ATMOSPHERE?! Or is it just dramatic...

Also as a small note the way the coms between her and Peitro cut off like that is accurate to reentry; during the hottest part of a splashdown, a space craft creates such a huge trail of energy behind it, rattling and burning its way down, it creates a blackout with its own passage. So based on the massive Apollo style reentry fire cone shes already putting out shes most likely going to be out of coms until she slows down orrrrrr craters into Remnants surface with the force of a meteor. 

And no. I dont think shes dead. The fact that, DESPITE being surrounded by the kind of fireball that worked its way into the fueltank of the space shuttle Discovery and blew it and its crew to bits on reentry, she was still intact...shes probably going to be fine.

Hacked, certainly, but fine. It takes more than that to finish her. Besides now that shes hacked, she has to fight Ruby. We all want that right?

Ahh good to see Winter in full armor now. Or...close to it. Im sure some of its a support rig for her injuries but I like to think this is the start of Atlas’s Specialist Weaponization Program.

Ironwood makes a good call here. Same thought process as mine.

Salutes in this world are the same as ours. Interesting. Must change that for the HKs

Annnndd of course Watts steals the busted Scroll because IRONWOOD IS A FUCKING DUMBASS

...um.

Im...not even going to COMMENT on what the FUCK this thing is that Jaunes detachment found. 

Also why is there A TREE in the tundra?

Oh, caustic. Interesting.

Mmmm. (Pause. Fingers to lips)

Thats your plan, Salem? To literally leak liquid Grimm into Mantle.

More silence.

Ladies and gentlemen...Salem is, officially, THE WORST VILLAN. OF ALL TIME.

The level of incompetence and stupidity I have seen here today completely obliterates the LAST person to hold that title, President Snow from the Hunger Games.

The amount of unnececary back door work and seecret plotting here astounds me. Shes doing this because she can, Im SURE of it. Theres no other reason.

Unless...she kows in a straight out fight, she’d have Ironwoods metal arm up to her colon in seconds. Which I wouldnt be surprised about.

Either way uh...thats it. Thats the end of the episode. 

Nice fight, at least.

See you all in Febuary!

EDIT: NOT FEBUARY, the break is a few more episodes after this

[crqstalite]

from the scrap pile.

yet another bit of scraps, this time from that time i told myself to novelize me2. obviously, didnt go over well (tl;dr, not enough kaidan for what i was planning to do with a sort of ‘series’), but there are some bits im really proud of in here (i’ll post lali + joker’s interaction in a bit so i can stagger these)

...possible warnings? it’s a combat scene. basically. mass effect 2. kinda worked as an introduction for annika post me1.

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Kodelyn hears Miranda's voice from just beyond where she'd entered the alley, though there's an extra pair of boots that she makes out, and she pauses to lift the med-kit with her.

Distracted so easily, she only just makes out a hooded figure before she can pull a weapon. She's knocked off balance so quickly by a kick on the ankles she can't even register what's going on until her head hits the ground, hard, with a heavy boot on her chest holding her down and a glowing blue hand above her that holds a pistol aimed for her head. She barely makes out the sight of bullets flying at the person above her, though the blue corona flickers into a shield, blocking them as the shells fall to the ground harmlessly. She picks up the quiet sound of biotics thrumming above her, hearing Mordin's voice and a grunt from Miranda. They'd gotten hit by something, or each other. Her head swims, groaning as she blinks away dirt from her eyes. She can see stars in her eyelids as she squeezes them closed, trying to regain any sense of balance she still had. There'd be a knot on the back of her skull later, she knows it. 

Fear bubbles up in her throat, painkillers flooding her senses and numbing the shock. She's not wearing a helmet, hence the buzzing feeling that's starting to come over her. Her shields had to still be intact, but they couldn't take a shot at point blank range if they decided to shoot. Who knew who this even was? Some rogue biotic with a chip on their shoulder for her? It wasn't like she hadn't made it clearly obvious who she was, with the armor, N7 patch and all. 

She's beginning to feel herself spiral as the boot grows heavier on her chest, straining to breathe properly. Kodelyn's chest feels like it's constricting in on itself, but the rational part of her knows she's panicking, reliving old events. Had been one of the first things the N7 training had taught her how to regulate. Her eyes dart around for those terrifying few seconds, stars dancing across her vision at dizzying speed. Cotton feels like it's filling her ears, the hissing noise of something that sends a jolt through her body joining it.

She considers her options in that split second that her attacker's attention is split between her and her ground team, before wrenching the other person off their feet with a shove to the shins that knocks them off balance. They stumble into a wall, Kodelyn jumping for the chance to close in for a melee hit with her omni-tool glowing a menacing orange on her wrist. She doesn't get the chance before her attacker hits back with a biotic kick to her side, knocking the wind out of her. She's slow to reactivate her omni-tool, eventually realizing pulling her SMG on them would do more harm than good if they chose to use a shield. They take swift advantage of her incompetence in that moment she spends considering. Her attacker punches her a few more times with glowing fists, strategically placing Kodelyn in between them and Miranda and Mordin as she takes the onslaught. A sound strategy, she has to admit, as much as her body throbs at the idea. Seeing this, Kodelyn clumsily struggles to get the upper hand on them, her bulky armor taking a majority of the blows but still leaving places where she's sure she'll bruise.

Eventually, she does get behind them. Thinking it's over, she pulls her pistol out, pointing it at her attacker, who in the dim light whips around. Time slows down as their corona fully comes out, blue lighting their surroundings like a strike of lightning, her attacker charging her biotically. It formulates in her mind then and there that she's been cornered by who they’d been looking for, or at least someone who worked for them. However, she doesn't have long to even say anything before the force catches up to her and sends her skidding backwards onto the pavement. She can't breathe for those few moments, feeling weightless before the ground rushes up to meet her, slamming her back down onto the ground at an awkward angle. Pain shoots up her back as she struggles to draw a breath.

Now she's definitely sure she's gained another bruise, if not a few broken ribs at the same time.

Her hand to hand instructor would be pissed with her if he saw her now. Then again, all the biotics they knew of by that point were all Alliance, there hadn't been a need to learn to fight against them while they were on your side. These vanguards were too much of a wild card to reliably predict how to safely counteract their biotic charges short of literally side stepping them when you saw them coming.

If, you saw them coming.

Still, this was just embarrassing now, her reaction time had been slow and sluggish. Probably why it'd been so easy for them to get the jump on her. Either the Illusive Man or her sister were watching her suit cam, and she'd probably have to answer for a few things when she got back to the Normandy. And maybe take Jacob up on that offer to get some combat training in for the crew.

"Shepard!" Mordin's voice rings through her ears as Miranda closes in on the person. The Salarian offers her a hand up after side stepping the dueling pair, and she gratefully takes it while he pulls up his omni-tool. Blue lights the small space as Miranda throws the other person, though they expected that and counter with a shield, narrowly avoiding the warp she throws out moments later. It's enough of a distraction that she fumbles around for her own Carnifex, and takes steady aim in between the scuffle. Pulling the trigger, the bullet hits the attacker directly in the left arm, a clang sounding and reverberating against the walls of the side street.

A clang?

Her first thought is that it's a robot. Which doesn't make a whole lot of sense, unless the biotics were just for show and some trick of the light. Yet, the high impact of the shot distracts them long enough for Miranda to get a solid biotic flare in, and they tumble backwards, skidding on their boots into a crouched position. Only then does Kodelyn notice the small party of onlookers they've gathered, and shoots off a bullet in the distance to scare them off. They scurry in different directions, and only then does she approach the still shrouded person. Maybe they've accepted they've been caught, darting a glance to the operative and scientist who have their guns pulled on them. It's easy enough to goad them into moving out of the alley and into the light, though they don't look happy about it in the slightest.

She waves Miranda off to face them properly, the person rubbing their jaw with a grey, metallic hand. Able to focus better on who had admittedly taken her down rather well, purple-blue eyes flicker back at her, a red scarf covering the bottom half of their pale face. A hood is over their head, so she can't discern what color their hair is. A scar runs through their eye, still raised and red.

It takes her a moment to pull herself together, wiping away blood from where the impact had split her lip, "Widow, I presume?"

They don't answer for a moment, eyes narrowing at her. A chill runs down her spine.

"And you think your name is Shepard?" The deep feminine voice asks suspiciously, eyes darting down to the N7 patch on her chest. They scoff, "I'll have to say, Verner doesn't have anything on you. The similarities are nearly uncanny."

She can't place the voice. Maybe distorted through her ears, maybe because the accent isn't clear cut. Either way, they cross their arms and storm ahead, "You're not the real Shepard. A copy, maybe. Plastic surgery? Some Alliance officer to calm us all down? They tried that one for a while."

Alliance officer? That was a little terrifying to think about, in retrospect. Still, that wasn't her focus right then, steeling her tone from wavering, "My name is Shepard. Maybe I should be grateful I'm being recognized at all."

"You're the same person who's been trailing us," Miranda muses out loud, "If you don't think this is her -- which it is -- then why bother coming after her? A form of revenge?"

They skirt the question, "I don't know how you managed to find me here, or why Cerberus wants me, but you're going after the Collectors, I presume. Took someone long enough to realize they're the real enemy here."

"I doubt the galaxy is just in denial," Kodelyn responds, reholstering her pistol from where it'd been in her hands, "Colonies have been disappearing for months. It isn't so easily ignored."

"You talk as if you've been alive for the last two years. There were a lot of people who thought you were dead, Shepard. Think they even had a parade for you somewhere on Earth,"  They say matter-of-factly, as if they're saying she doesn't already know, "I don't know what your deal is, but I've got better things to do than duel with your sub-par combat skills."

Their omni-tool pings on their wrist when they trail off before Kodelyn can say anything, and they shove Mordin out of their path to leave the alley. They turn over their shoulder as an afterthought, shrugging for them to follow. 

"Shepard, you can't tell me you think this is in any way a good idea." Miranda hisses out in a whisper, watching as they turn the corner, "They could be a liability going forward if they attacked you for thinking you were a clone. We might be better off going after Archangel ourselves."

"Operative Lawson is correct. Choosing mercenary who tried to kill you, poor choice, Shepard." Mordin nods, "Would much rather work with someone less...problematic."

Something rubs her the wrong way about Widow, and she files their opinions away for thought when the real choice came to fruition. If she could have both, and it turned out they weren't interested in putting a bullet in her back, then it might work in her favor. But considering the fact they'd just laid her out then and there on the concrete, she didn't have high hopes for option one.

"I'm sure you can guess why we're here then, we need you for this fight," Kodelyn catches up to their shorter stride, but they don't even answer her, "But I'm guessing you're not budging until you finish here."

"Hm, then they remade you with a brain. Comforting." They nod, metal fingers flying over the keyboard of her 'tool, "Then if you know everything about me, then I'm guessing you know about the vendetta I have against Archangel." Kodelyn nods, and they pause by another apartment door, waving their omni-tool over it, "Bastard has caused me some...problems, since I've been here. If I'm going off to do something with a lower survival rate than living here, I'd rather be assured he won't be taunting me from the land of the living."

"You want him dead."

[silver-the-cat]

Jack in Wonderland - Part 4 of more coming soon, idk, running out of ideas

((Yay, 3rd day in a row where I actually manage to post another one of these things! Or maybe 4th. Idk, I haven’t really been keeping track. I’ll keep this brief, just another thank you for all the positivity! Without further ado, here’s part 4

Enjoy!))

The world outside seemed so strange when everything else was nearly twice your size. The blades of grass were more like trees, while the trees themselves looked like giant legs of monstrous creature that towered over him. Interestingly enough as well, the bugs that someone would expect to see at such a size suddenly looked just like humans, albeit with bug-like features.

Jack otherwise tried to avoid them, a bit uneasy around a few of them, especially the ones who looked exactly like flies. But they really kept to themselves, paying him absolutely no mind. The two parties simply continued along their way, Jack going in the same direction S-3-4-N’s camera showed the rabbit man running off in while the bug-humans only walked both back and forth down the path.

“Aw, what’s wrong you little worm? Gonna cry some more?”

“J-Just leave me alone, will you?”

“Crying ain’t gonna save you when the birds come swooping down!”

“I-I’m not a worm! I told y-you! J-Just go away!”

There was a rock the size of a medium hill, although it was probably just the size of a pebble if he was normal size. There were three bugs on the rock, one crouching down and covering his head with his hands while the other two sneered down at him, sometimes pelting him with with tiny punches or kicks. The two looked like rather rough looking bees, wearing the usual clothes one would expect from a bully. The only difference between them and the stereotypical bullies was that they had pale, fragile wings sprouting from their back. As for the boy they were terrorizing, he wore a white shirt with a bright blue tie. He also had a bright blue backpack, covered with tiny red spots littering the fabric.

“C’mon! Get up and face us like a real man, worm!” One of the bullies yelled at the poor boy, giving him a small kick and nearly knocking him over. “Oh wait, worms can’t stand up for themselves, now can they?” “Might as well get you ready for the fishes then! I bet the fisherman’s gonna come around any second now!” The other one added with a grin, laughing as he said it even. “He’s gonna need some fresh worms for today’s fishing trip after all!” “I-I’m not a worm….I-I’m not a worm….” The boy kept saying over and over in a small voice, only to have the bullies respond with laughter. “J-Just leave me alone…..I’m not a worm…..I-I’m not….” “Hey! You bastards, leave ‘im alone!” Jack yelled, picking up his pace. The two bullies only looked at him, as if sizing him up. Before they broke out into laughter.

“Look, the little worm has a little worm buddy!” One of them said, even pointing. “Isn’t that just precious!”

“Might as well leave the two worms to their playdate in the mud, I don’t wanna see any of that.” The other said, causing an uproar of laughter once more. Before Jack could even remotely give them a piece of his own mind, their wings started buzzing rather loudly, and they flew off. Jack couldn’t help but click his tongue in slight disappointment, part of him really wanted to teach them a lesson for what they had done. But at least this way nobody got hurt.

“Hey, kid. You okay there?” He called, quickly scaling up the rock. The boy timidly looked up, his face still shiny from tears. “Look, calm down. Got rid of those jerks. But if they had stuck around, I would’ve made sure they’d leave you alone for good!”

“Y-You….y-you’d really do something like that?” He asked, rather shakily. He sniffled, sitting up straighter while Jack settled himself on the pebble next to him. “I….I-I really wanna thank you for standing up for me….none of the other bugs really want to even help me….”

“Well, I wouldn’t just let someone get picked on like that, that’s just a jerk move.” Jack said, trying to give what he hoped was an encouraging smile. The boy smiled slightly, rubbing his eyes a bit.

“Again….thanks….I just seriously can’t thank you enough….but I….I just want to know….” He said, looking right at Jack with a slightly tilted head. “W...Who are you? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you….er….anywhere around here….”

“Jack. Just call me Jack.” Jack quickly said, thinking as fast as he could. “And I’m….I’m new around here! Just moved in from a different forest, y’know?” The boy only narrowed his eyes, before he simply shook his head.

“No, my name is Jack, I asked for your name.” He said. “Who are you?” Jack wasn’t honestly sure how to respond to that. 

“Well, honest truth is that most people do just call me Jack.” He finally replied, rubbing the back of his neck. “Maybe….oh! Can I just call you Jackie?”

“I wouldn’t mind that at all!” The boy, Jackie, said, eyes suddenly lighting up. “I’ve always been hoping that someone would call me that….but...I dunno if you even want to hear why…..er….do you?” Jack shook his head, giving a small smile. “Ok….so, to most humans, I just kind of look like this fat little blue caterpillar. But all of the other bugs, just like those bees, just call me a worm….”

“So you’re just a catepillar, not a worm? Where did they even get the whole ‘You’re a worm’ thing?” Jack asked, raising an eyebrow. Jackie merely replied with a shrug, pulling his knees a bit closer to him.

“I’m not sure. Maybe they just wanted to find something to call me. Besides, caterpillars are close enough, aren’t they?” He said, rather sadly. “But I tried to show some bugs that I thought were my friends something I really liked. Something I thought was cool. I….I think I still have it somewhere in my bag….” He slid off the blue backpack, zipping it open and digging around for a few moments. After a few minutes, he finally whipped out a scrunched up piece of looseleaf paper, with what looked like a superhero scribbled in red and black ink. A name was written in the corner as well, almost quickly written as an afterthought.

“‘Jackieboy Man?’” Jack read, taking in the picture and trying not to laugh. The name itself was rather silly, but he could tell Jackie had come up with it all by himself, with all the innocence he probably had at the time. 

“I-It’s a stupid name, but once I came up with it, it just stuck.” Jackie admitted, nervously laughing. “Since I’m a caterpillar, I’ll turn into a butterfly one day, right? I thought that when I do become a butterfly, I could be like a superhero! Someone everyone likes seeing, someone who’s probably loved by everyone. And I’m sure Jackieboy Man would never get called a worm. He’d be everyone’s friend, and able to protect everyone.”

“So, you become Jackieboy Man when you get to turn into that butterfly!” Jack said, handing the piece of paper back to him. “If being a superhero is your dream, you chase after that dream, no matter what happens or what anyone else says.”

“Yeah, sure. The little worm everybody hates is gonna suddenly turn into some big shot hero.” Jackie said, almost a bit bitterly. “Jackieboy Man’s the one with the confidence. I’m just Jackie, the bug the entire forest hates.” Jack slammed his hands down on the rock, pushing himself to his feet.

“Kid, listen up right here and right now!” He nearly shouted, making Jackie jump slightly. “If you keep thinking like that, then nothing’s gonna change for you! You said you wanna be like Jackieboy Man, right? Well, that’s not even going to happen if you keep thinking negative. You just need to have….have….”

“Have...what?” Jackie said, in a quieter voice. Jack had to rack his brain for the word he was looking for. It was literally on the tip of his tongue. He just needed to….

“Hashtag Positive Mental Attitude!”

“PMA! How on earth could I have forgotten about that!” He suddenly exclaimed, snapping his fingers. Jackie merely gave him an extremely confused look. “Heh…..sorry, I mean Positive Mental Attitude. It’s something I say a lot….back before this whole fiasco….I-I mean, before I met you! Meeting you is in no way part of the fiasco!” He said, waving his hands quickly.

“But….what exactly does that mean?” Jackie asked, looking just a little less confused.

“It means you gotta stay positive! You can’t get anything done when you just keep thinking negatively, after all.” Jack said. “It’s gotten a ton of other people and even myself through some dark times, so it would seriously surprise me if it just didn’t work for you!” Jackie just sat there for a minute, looking at the rock and just silently repeating ‘PMA’ a few times, before he slowly stood up as well.

“I...I’ll give it a try too!” He said, with a hesitant, but rather new-found confidence. “F-From today onwards…..I’m gonna become a superhero! I’m gonna be Jackieboy Man!” 

“Aw, look at the little worm, suddenly shouting out to the world like he’s some sort of big shot!” The loud hum of buzzing filled the entire area, causing the two to spin around. It was the same two thugs as before, except they now had about three or four more bees right behind them, all of them glaring down at Jack and Jackie with big, rather malicious grins.

“‘Ey! I told you two to leave him alone!” Jack growled, almost protectively standing in front of the boy. “What the hell are you two suddenly doing back here?”

“New word came from the King, says something about a guy who doesn’t belong ‘round Wonderland.” One of the original two bullies said. “Given how you ain’t no bug we’ve seen ‘round here, we figured you had to be that guy. God knows how you got so tiny, but you look exactly like described.”

“But, seeing as how you’re still with the worm, this is just the perfect opportunity! Why not squash two worms with one foot?” The other one added in, causing a few laughs among the new ones. “Mess with the little worm and get that award the King promised us. How could ANYONE even want to pass up a chance like this?”

“Well, me if you really want examples.” Jack shot back. “Listen, how about this? I go with you guys, you take me to whoever this King guy is, and you leave Jackie completely out of this. Sound good to you, dudes?” None of them even replied. Instead, one of them darted forwards and threw a punch, one that Jack just barely managed to duck under.

“Well great, looks like that’s not an option.” He couldn’t help but mutter, jumping back as another one tried to dart forwards. Jack tried to make a move to retaliate, but a sharp pain that shot up his back as he leaned a fist back. One of the bullies took advantage of this and pushed him right off the rock, causing Jack to hit the ground hard. The back pain didn’t vanish, instead only growing so bad that he couldn’t even stand for a few minutes.

“J-Jack! Oh God, a-are you okay?!” Jackie yelped, about to rush down to his new friend’s aid only to be blocked in by all of the bullies. Jack attempted to stand, only to wince as the injury gave an almighty throb. It looked as if the bullies were about to begin their torment of the poor kid all over again when what looked like a short knife flew past.

“Yo! Step away from the kid right now, dudes!” 

The thugs all turned, just as two men, both of whom seemed to be two different species of beetle, grabbed two of the bullies, hoisting them up by the collar of their shirts. Two different men, one of them acting as if he was the leader of the four, followed close behind. 3 out of these four men wore leather jackets with ‘COOL PATROL’ written in golden letters. The odd man out instead wore a nearly face-length mask that covered everything but his eyes.

“And what the hell do you think you’re doing.” One of the thugs hissed, walking and meeting the leader of the four halfway. “We’ve got business with this worm here, so make like a tree and leaf already.”

“Well, we’re obviously stopping this seriously uncool fight.” The leader snapped back. “You heard me, step away from the kid. Or me and my friends here are gonna have to get a tiny bit physical.” The thug merely growled, looking between the four men, catching a glimpse of the leader’s weapon, a claw grasped in his right hand, and the strange masked man, who held a dagger up in one hand.

“Tch, fine. But this ain’t over, ya worm!” The thug finally said, backing off. “C’mon boys, time to get lost. These losers obviously don’t want us here having any fun.”

“That’s the Cool Patrol to you, assholes!” The leader of the gang yelled as the thugs all flew off once more. None of them gave any indication they had heard, not that any of the four really cared. “Yo, kid, you okay there? Looks like you were almost in for a really crappy time.”

“Y-Yeah….I-I’m fine….” Jackie replied, shaky once more. The leader only gave a smile, holding out a hand for him. “T-Thanks….er...you called yourselves the….the Cool Patrol, right?”

“Hell yeah. We were out, doing our normal patrol like always, when we heard the loud buzzing and could literally smell the jerk coming off of these guys.” The leader said as Jackie took his hand, hoisting the boy to his feet. “What was up with those dudes and them calling you a worm? Or was that just them being total asses?”

“I-It’s something you don’t need to worry about...i-it’s fine….” Jackie said timidly, rubbing one of his arms. “J-Just….a small nickname they gave me….t-that’s all.” The leader of the Cool Patrol only exchanged a skeptical look with his fellow members, clearly not buying something like that.

“Yo, what’s this?” One of the members suddenly said, bending down to pick up a piece of paper. It was the picture he had drawn of Jackieboy Man, which he had accidentally dropped when the thugs had pushed Jack off of the rock.

“N-Nothing! I-It’s an….an….er….an…” Jackie stuttered, trying quickly to think of an excuse.

“A totally awesome picture!” The member exclaimed, grinning widely. “Dude, I’ve never seen a superhero like this, it’s gotta be one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen!” Jackie froze in place, clearly not expecting that kind of answer. The rest of the Cool Patrol all gathered around, looking at the picture and voicing the same sentiments.

“Nice one, Jackie.” Jack said through clenched teeth, managing to pull himself back up to his feet using the side of the rock. His back was screaming in protest, but it didn’t feel as bad as the initial impact. “Knew at least someone else would think you’re cool too.” Before he could begin slowly climbing back up the rock, something loud and heavy landed right behind him.

Sure enough, a giant, pale gray tabby cat stood behind him, looking right down at him with big, playful green eyes. Jack didn’t even get a chance to back away or call out for help when it literally stretched its neck over him and plucked him from the ground, holding the very back of his jacket and shirt very carefully.

“The hell?! Put me down, will you?” Jack yelled as the cat straightened once more. His yell was audible from where Jackie and the Cool Patrol all were, thankfully enough. “Guys! Help, would ya?!”

“H-Hang on Jack! I’m coming!” Jackie yelled back in response, running and skidding down the rock. But before he could get anywhere near the giant feline, it had already flicked its tail and began bounding off. “Hey! H-Hold up! Bring him back here!” The cat didn’t slow down, instead racing right to a tree before leaping up it, latching on using its claws. Just before the cat and Jack disappeared into the trees, Jack could hear Jackie yell out one last thing.

“J-Jack! I promise, I’m gonna go find you again when I finally become a butterfly! When I become Jackieboy Man! I promise!”

((Ok, so in the lead up to this chapter, I’ve been watching the Cool Patrol video like whenever I see it. I’m glad I did, since it’s like a really cool (heh) song and video as well as somewhat helpful for writing more about Jackieboy Man. So I decided to throw them in with Jackie’s big appearance here too.

But I’ll be honest, I don’t exactly like this one. I feel it’s one of the weaker parts I’ve written, but that always could just be me being too harsh and critical on things I wrote. Idk. Also, I’m not exactly sure if I’ll be able to post more of these as quickly as I have been lately. My school laptop, which I normally write on,is currently broken. So that’s just peachy, ain’t it? This means I might not get it working again until Tuesday, And writing on my phone and family laptop isn’t exactly the easiest.

So, there may be a small delay in updates for about three days, given I do have Monday off of school. Just thought I might as well warn you guys now, just in case. Anyways, onto the tags!

@watermelonsinmyattic

Also, big thanks to @alexisdevil for creating this AU, still absolutely loving it and thank you so much for the support on this, it means so much.

Anyways, see you God knows when for the next part! And sorry my author notes are way to rambly!))

[devilsmagic]

more than just a game for two | chapter 3

The girls bond with their not-parents.

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Lucy placed a loaded plate of bacon, eggs and toast in front of Iris with a flourish.

"Breakfast is served."

Iris looked up at with a smile before picking up her fork and pushing a piece of bacon around the plate. Lucy sat opposite the young girl, peering at her as she sipped at her coffee.

“Are you feeling okay?” She asked, leaning over to press the back of her hand flat against Iris’ forehead.

“I’m fine, Mum.”

“Are you sure? You hardly ate your dinner last night and now you’re not eating breakfast.”

“I’m just tired, I promise,” Iris gave her a bright smile before shovelling a forkful of egg white into her mouth. When in doubt, fill your mouth with food, she remembered Amy telling her.

“Well, I’d be tired too if I were making mysterious phone calls in the middle of the night. Do I want to know what that’s about?”

“Oh that!” Iris stammered, shocked at being caught. “I was calling a friend from camp. Denise. She lives in New York.”

“Ahh, I see. And you wanted to call Denise at a time that was convenient for her, because of the time difference,” Lucy carefully chewed on a piece of bacon.

“Exactly! The time difference.”

“Right. So you waited until it was three o’clock in the morning for her? Makes perfect sense.”

“Actually, it was eight in the morning. You see, she lives in New York but she was on vacation with her family in Europe.”

Lucy stared at her. “Please tell me you did not make an international call from our house phone last night.”

Iris exaggerated a wince and shrugged, making Lucy to groan in response. “Amy,” she chastised.

“Come on,” Iris took a final sip of her orange juice. “Day’s a-wasting. Let’s go!”

"Day’s a-wasting?" Lucy whispered to herself as Iris ran out of the room.

It wasn’t until later as they were walking down the beach, sandals in hand and licking their ice cream cones, that Iris brought the subject back up.

“We should do that, too, you know?”

“Hmmm?” Lucy licked at the trail of peanut butter ice cream melting down her cone. “Do what?”

“Go on vacation. Like my friend, Denise.”

Lucy laughed. “I don’t think you quite understand how much a university professor earns, Amy.”

“It doesn’t have to be to Europe. It can be anywhere. Just you and me. And maybe Jiya."

“Is Mason invited?” Lucy asked dryly.

“Sure!” Iris agreed, not catching on to Lucy’s sarcasm. “I just think it would be fun for us to get away for a few days as a family. I missed you when I was gone, Mum.”

Lucy sighed, guilt tickling in her chest. “I’ll think about it.”

Iris grinned, wrapping an arm around Lucy’s waist and squeezing tight. Lucy smiled fondly at Iris, slinging her own arm across the girl’s shoulders.

**

“Are you ready for our daddy-daughter day?” Garcia asked as he popped his head into Iris’ room.

Amy was lying on the bed, stomach down and legs kicking in the air as she tried to read one of Iris’ many books. She honestly could not understand why Iris enjoyed reading so much. Her brain kept losing track of the words and before she knew it, her eyes had reached the end of the page but she had no idea what she’d read.

“God yes! Let me just put my shoes on,” she literally rolled off the bed and shoved her feet into Iris’ single pairs of sneakers.

They caught a ferry at Dubrovnik Old Town. As they boarded, Amy grabbed hold of Garcia’s hand and pulled him to the front of the boat, smiling as the spray of the ocean hit her cheeks. The wind whipped her hair into her face and her grin only grew as she brushed it back.

Garcia reached deep into the front pocket of his jeans and pulled out a hair tie. He used his fingers to brush Amy’s hair back and secured it into a high ponytail. It looked a little worse for wear but he figured it would hold for the rest of the 15 minute ride to Lokrum Island – one of Iris’ favourite places.

“Can you take a photo of me?” Amy asked and Garcia chuckled before complying.

Pulling out his phone, he took a few quick shots of a grinning Amy, red cheeks and lumpy ponytail. The sea glistened in the background, the same shade of blue as the summer sky. She leaned over his arm to see the photos and laughed at the expression on her face.

“Thanks, tata.” She kissed him on the cheek.

When they arrived at the island, Garcia led the way to the Botanical Gardens. Amy had no real interest in examining a smorgasbord of flowers, but it was the kind of thing Iris loved to do and so she was stuck, fake ohhing and ahhing over the flowering cacti and other unidentifiable plants. She could feel the strap of her bathing suit dig into her shoulders and couldn’t wait to jump into the crystal water.

After an hour of roaming around the gardens, the duo sat on a large patch of grass. Amy was sufficiently bored out of her mind, the only remotely fascinating thing to happen was when a peacock had crossed her path, tail open and majestic as it stalked past like it was walking down a runway.

“Walk, walk, fashion baby,” she whispered as the peacock disappeared from view.

She tried to hide her boredom, throwing all of herself into faking enthusiasm. Her twin sister really needed to get out more if this was her idea of a good time.

Garcia reached into the backpack he was carrying and pulled out a couple of sandwiches and large bottle of water. She flung herself onto her back, eating her sausage and tomato sandwich with one hand as she brushed the other through strands of grass. Garcia followed her lead, lowering his large frame until his head was next to Amy’s. He pointing out interestingly shaped clouds as they ate with Amy chiming in at irregular intervals.

She grew groggy and tired, the warmth of the sun and her filling stomach mingled until her eyelids drooped and she fought against sleep. Garcia laughed to himself as he watched her struggle. Just as she was about to slip into a nap, he shook her out of her stupor with two words.

“So, swimming?”

Her eyes immediately sprung open as she sat up. “Definitely.”

They walked over to the other side of the island. The sun was bearing down on them from its spot in the middle of the sky as they found an unoccupied swimming hole.

Ripping off her t-shirt and denim shorts in a single swoop, Garcia caught her around the waist before she could dive from the rocks and into the water. He laughed as she struggled.

“Dad!” she groaned.

“Sunscreen first, draga.”

Amy huffed but stood still as Garcia slathered the cream onto her back. She squeezed a large dollop onto her own hand and covered the rest of her exposed skin. Taking pity on the large man, she smothered his back in a patchy layer of sunscreen before climbing over the rocks and to the nearby ladder. She descended down to the lowest rung and dipped a foot into the warm, cool water. Groaning, she hurled herself off the ladder and into the deep blue.

Iris’ dad was content to sit on a smooth rock, reading from a thick book that he’d pulled from his backpack. Every now and then we would look over to check on Amy before falling back into the pages.

The waves were calm as Amy floated on her back. Iris’ words from the day before crept into her mind. The idea that Lucy was dating someone was hilarious. For the past 10 years of her life, it had been just Amy and her mum. She couldn’t imagine that a simple 7 weeks away was enough time for her mother to meet a man and decide to give dating another shot. It was impossible. And so with the water gently lapping at her skin, she pushed the conversation aside and let her mind go blank.

She never wanted to leave.

**

Reality hit her hard and fast when she arrived her with a friend request from a Denise Christopher. Amy squinted at the profile picture of a generic Indian girl. She hovered the cursor over the “Delete Request” button, having seen enough Catfish and America’s Most Wanted reruns to be wary about adding unknown people on Facebook, especially when their profile was blank. She clicked on “Accept” curiosity piqued. She figured she could always delete them if they turned out to be shady.

Denise Christopher: Amy! It's Iris. Accept my friend request.

Denise Christopher: Where are you?

Denise Christopher: This is serious! They’re going on a double date tonight. I don’t know what to do.

Denise Christopher: AMYYYYYY!!!

Denise Christopher: Nemoj me jebat.

Iris Flynn: y do i get the feelin that uve just insulted me?

Denise Christopher: FINALLY! Amy, what do I do???????

Iris Flynn: k hold up

Iris Flynn: break it down for me

Iris Flynn: wats happening?

Denise Christopher: Your mother is currently in the bathroom putting make up on! There’s a really pretty red lace dress lying on her bed and Jiya’s mum is coming over to babysit me.

Denise Christopher: …Are you still there Amy?

Iris Flynn: ye im thinkin hold on

Iris Flynn: ok so heres wat u do

**

“I’m sorry I ruined your date,” Iris moaned pitifully from where she was burritoed in her comforter.

“That’s okay, sweetheart,” Lucy replied, running her fingers through Iris’ “sweaty” hair and placing a kiss on the top of her head. “It wasn’t a date anyway.”

Iris wrinkled her brows. “Are you sure?”

“Am I sure about what?”

“That it wasn’t a date.” Iris moved her head from its position on Lucy’s chest, turning her neck until she could see the older woman’s face. Lucy’s eyebrows were crinkled in confusion.

“I promise you that if I ever go on a date, I’ll tell you.”

Iris bit her lower lip before smiling up at Lucy. Then she lowered her head back onto Lucy’s chest and fell asleep with the woman’s fingers gently brushing through her hair.

**

Denise Christopher: It worked! Crisis averted…for now. But honestly Amy, we have to switch back. I’m not prepared to deal with this!

Iris Flynn: look i know ok? im sorry

Iris Flynn: any ideas?

Denise Christopher: I have one, but you’ll have to be very convincing.

Denise Christopher: And you may need some help.

[ah-excuji-me]

The Other Side

Series ~ Mafia Au

Part ~ Prologue

Group ~ Got7

Words ~ 2462 

Warnings ~ Strong Language ~ Sexual Activity ~ Domestic Abuse ~ Rape ~ Murder ~ Drug use/Selling

Y/N had always been a curious girl, listening to conversations she wasn't supposed to, going places she wasn't supposed to, causing her to get in trouble a lot. Once she moved to a new town people were always warning her to not go to the other side, but what was the other side. She found out through her friend, the other side was literally the other side. It was a poor town that was separated from the wealthy, separated by a simple train track. Y/N always wondered "Why?" Why did people warn her not to go over there? Why did people always tell her that the other side was full of wretched people?

Y/N lifted her scarf so it was covering her mouth. She shivered against the cold wind and looked up at the other side. She was a few feet away from stepping on the train tracks, waiting for her boyfriend to meet her. She kicked a rock into the train tracks, hearing as the rock clinked against the steel. Y/N flinched as a hand touched her shoulder. She turned around and saw her boyfriend.

“Se Jun! You scared me.”

A deep chuckled emitted from his throat, “Sorry babe.” He cracked a grin and wrapped his arms around her waist, “You ready babe?”

Y/N adverted her gaze from person to person, letting out a breath, “Can we just....Can we stay like this for a few minutes?”

Se Jun buried his face in her neck and nodded, “Yea...Are you scared?”

Y/N leaned into his touch and bit her lip when she felt his warm breath hit her neck. She thought about his question before shaking her head, “No....Kinda?” She sighed, “Yes I am.” She admitted.

Even though she was curious, she always feared what would happen if her curiosity got the best of her, like today. She was curious to go over there and today she was going to go over there. She was scared of what would happen to the both of them. Their parents didn't know...no one knew, so what if something happened? Her mother always told her, “Curiosity killed the cat.” She always waved it off, but now it was getting to her.

“We don't have to go. We can turn back.” Se Jun suggested.

Y/N shook her head and somehow got the courage to go. “No! I’ve always wanted to see what was over there and Im doing it right now!”

Se Jun laughed and nodded, jumping off the sidewalk on the train tracks.

Y/N jumped into Se Jun's arm and he twirled her around before putting her down. He grabbed her hand and held it as they walked to the other side. Sejun let go of Y/Ns’ hand and ran, jumping on the sidewalk, balancing himself. Y/N giggled and saw Se Jun hold his hand out. Y/N grabbed his hand, as he helped her up. Y/N boosted herself up into his arms on a rock, chuckling.

“Well, we made it!” Se Jun exclaimed, “Wanna look around?”

Y/N nodded excitedly and started pointing everywhere.

“Okay...Okay, babe! Calm yourself.” Se Jun smiled, “Let's go to a diner. I know a good place.”

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and glanced at him, “How do you know a good place here? Have you been here?”

Se Jun’s smile faltered and he rubbed the back of his neck. “My brother used to live here and I used to visit him, so I know.” He shrugged.

“Where’s your brother now? Why didn't he live with you?” Y/N questioned.

Se Jun mumbled, “My brother didn't live with us because he wanted to live with our dad and our dad was poor.” He paused before running a hand through his hair. “My brother? He’s...he’s dead...along with my dad.” Se Jun sighed, “They deserved to die.”

Y/N gasped and slapped his chest, “How could you say that?! No one deserves to die! He’s your blood, They’re your blood and you saying stupid shit like this? How can you be so cr--”

Se Jun growled, “Drop it.”

Y/N immediately became quiet, looking around. Se Jun walked to the diner with Y/N following behind. He took a turn and smirked to himself. Y/N looked around at where they were at, “Babe?” She mumbled in a soft tone. “Where...are we?” Y/N was too distracted in her thoughts to notice that Se Jun had a cloth in his hand.

Se Jun walked up to Y/N behind her putting the cloth over her mouth. Y/N immediately started struggling, kicking him in his shin.

Se Jun’s arm fell from Y/Ns mouth and Y/N screamed, running away. Se Jun growled and ran behind her. Once he caught up to her, he picked her up and carried her to a nearby alley. He set her down in front of him, putting his hand next to her hand on the brick wall, smirking, “You better hush now princess or im gonna do something your not going to like.”

Se Jun started kissing her neck, leaving hickeys here and there. He mumbled, “See it's not that bad, princess.” He bit his lip, “Let's skip the foreplay and just get to the real part.” He moved his hands from her neck to her breasts, giving them a rough squeeze, causing tears to spill from her eyes. His hands moved down further, resting on top of her pants. He started pulling them down before feeling Y/N’s hands trying to pull his hands away.

“Stop...Please..Se Jun!” Her voice cracked, more tears spilling out. Se Jun let out a frustrated sigh, “Princess, you were doing so good, being quiet and letting me do what I want to.” He started tearing her hands away from his. Y/N started struggling, “Get off of me you piece of shit!” She yelled. All of a sudden, Y/N got slapped, her cheek getting red. Y/N looked at him with shock before starting to scream, “HELP! PLEASE SOMEONE!!” Se Jun growled before, pushing her to the ground.

“I guess we’re going to have to do this the hard way then, princess.” Se Jun kicked her in the stomach, laughing maniacally.

Y/N groaned in pain, her vision becoming blurry, “HELP!! PLEASE HELP!! SOMEBody....” Her voice started to become quieter, her vision started to get dark. Y/N saw a guy come in, starting to punch Se Jun, before blacking out.

~

Yugyeom was walking around, stirring chaos before hearing a girl screaming. He immediately ran towards her screams. Yugyeom turned the corner and saw a horrible view. A man hitting a woman. He felt his anger rising and before he knew it, he was punching the guy. He was letting out the anger. Yugyeom threw the guy to the floor, before growling, as the man laughed. “You think its fucking funny to hit a woman?!”

The man mumbled, “I can do whatever the fuck I what to do with her. She’s mine.”

That set off a bomb in Yugyeom, “Are you fucking sick?!” He kicked the man in the stomach, multiple times before putting his foot on the man's neck. “I swear to god if I fucking see you around here again, I won't hesitate to murder you.”

Yugyeom kicked the guy one last time, before running over to the girl. He sighed studying her features, “Such an angel.” He picked her up bridal style and began to walk towards the hangout.

The walk was long, but he didn't think much of it as he only was thinking about her.

Once he got to the house, he looked around to see if any of the other members were home. He quickly went up the stairs, skipping two steps, going into his room. Yugyeom went to his bed and laid her down carefully as if she were a china doll. He walked out his room, going to BamBam’s room as he had last used the medical equipment. Yugyeom was looking through drawers when a voice interrupted him.

“What are you looking for?”

Yugyeom turned his head towards the door, seeing Mark. “First aid.”

Mark raised his eyebrow, “You look fine to me.”

Yugyeom sighed, “It's not for me.”

Mark furrowed his eyebrows, “Who’s it f--”

He got cut off by a girl screaming and Yugyeom immediately, grabbed the first aid, running back to his room. He saw the girl, throwing pillows at BamBam. He chuckled before setting the first aid down on top of his dresser.

“Hey...Listen...your okay now.”

The girl started crying, “Don't hurt me.” Her voice hoarse.

Yugyeom approached the girl with careful steps, “No..No, we aren't going to hurt you...you safe now...he's gone.” He said with a soothing voice.

The girl flinched when he started approaching her. Yugyeom saw this and stopped moving, grabbing the first aid, “I just want to help you. Please...let me help you.”

The girl sighed and nodded, “Ok.” she whispered.

Yugyeom glared at BamBam, “Get out.” he said sternly. BamBam had already done enough, scaring the poor girl. BamBam walked out of the room, hands up in surrender. Yugyeom turned back to the girl and saw some dried blood on the side of her head. He grabbed a cotton ball and opened the rubbing alcohol, placing the cotton ball on top of the rubbing alcohol, tilting it. Once he thought he had enough rubbing alcohol on the cotton ball it tilted it back and took the cotton ball off.  "This might sting...tell me if it hurts." He placed the cotton ball on her wound, cleaning the dried blood off her face, before placing and pressing the cotton ball against her wound. He saw the girl flinch and he instantly felt bad for her.

"Whats your name." He whispered.

The girl looked up at him, "Y/N"  

He tossed the cotton ball away and repeated the process once more, "Beautiful name." He looked at her hands and ran the cotton ball over them. He threw that cotton ball away, before looking at her cheek. "Does your cheek hurt?"

The girl bit her lip, nodding, "Yea."

Yugyeom nodded, grabbing the first aid and making his way to the door, "I'll be back, im going to get you some ice."

The girl nodded and once he left, she got up

~

Y/N looked around the room and found a broken mirror. She looked at it and sighed, "I need to change." She went to a dresser and grabbed a sweater, looking for some bottoms. She took off her shirt and put on the sweater.

"Hey, here are some clothes that a friend let me borrow for y-" The guy looked at her and she saw him blush. She chuckled and walked towards him, grabbing the clothes, "Thank you...."

The guy cleared his throat, "Yugyeom."

Y/N's eyes widened at his name, "Wait, your Kim Yugyeom?! The guy that's in Got7?!" She had heard of Got7, the infamous gang. They always seemed to stir up trouble on both sides of the town.

Yugyeom nodded, "Yea...but we're not always like the media says."

Yugyeom was more the shy, quiet type in the gang. He never liked to kill people or sell drugs or capture girls. If he could change he would, but he couldn't as he was born into this lifestyle.

The door behind them creaked open and there stood Mark.

"So this is the girl you were taking care of. Why she wearing no pants? We're you guys getting it on?"

Yugyeom blushed, "N-No..She was changing and I was dropping her off some clothes." Yugyeom rubbed the back of his neck, awkwardly.

"Whatever you say Gyeom," Mark mumbled, walking out.

"I-I better go..." Yugyeom bolted out the door.

Y/N chuckled, "Boys.." She looked through the pile of clothes and found some leggings. She put it on, seeing rips and tears. She sighed and looked out the window. "So this is how it feels like to look at my side." She looked at her side, how the sun shined so brightly above her side. She furrowed her eyebrows, walking towards the door. She opened it peeking her head out, looking to see if anyone was in the hallway. She tiptoed her way out, into the hallway. Again her curiosity got the best of her.

"Se Jun." She sighed as she couldn't tell her parents or the police, as one her parents would never believe Se Jun did that, two Se Juns' dad is the sheriff and he would do anything to cover his son up. She ran a hand through her hair, looking at how the wallpaper was coming off of the wall, how it seemed like Beauty and the beast, but she didn't know how many beasts there were. She turned around, walking backward just in case someone was following her. That's when she bumped into something hard.

"Y/N! What are you doing out?!"

She turned around, only to be faced with Yugyeom. She let out a breath, she didn't know she was holding.

Yugyeom picked her up and carried her back to his room, "Its dark, you should be sleeping." Yugyeom walked in and closed the door, setting her on the bed.

Y/N looked out the window and it was indeed dark. Did the afternoon really pass by that fast. She looked at Yugyeom seeing he was starting to fall asleep in a chair.

"Yugyeom!"

He quickly got up and looked around the room, "What?"

Y/N tucked some hair behind her ear, "Sleep in your bed....I'll sleep on the chair."

Yugyeom shook his head, "No...its fine." He smiled, "Sleep on the bed."

Y/N started to protest before Yugyeom cut her off, "I insist..please?"

She nodded, pouting. "Fine." She saw as he sat back down in the chair, quickly falling asleep. She chuckled and mumbled, "He's such a cutie." Y/N bit her lip, laying down on the bed, pulling the covers around her. Yugyeom wasn't that bad, but that doesn't mean the others are like him. She turned on her side, staring out the window. She shut her eyes and started to fall asleep.

'Tomorrow will be a better day than today.'

A/N ~ I hope this was good and hope you guys enjoy this series!

[marypsue]

Raising Stakes 21 / 24

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten / Part Eleven / Part Twelve / Part Thirteen / Part Fourteen / Part Fifteen / Part Sixteen / Part Seventeen / Part Eighteen / Part Nineteen / Part Twenty / Part Twenty-One / Part Twenty-Two / Part Twenty-Three / Part Twenty-Four

At last! I have an estimate on how much longer this is going to be! I’m still not sure if it’s going to be twenty-three chapters or twenty-four, but I’m erring on the side of caution even though I know I tend to fall victim to story bloat. (If after all this it ends up being twenty-five chapters I’m gonna be so mad.)

This one’s a little bloody. Heads up for multiple injuries, some body horror, and blood. (Well, this is a vampire AU...)

I’m also on AO3 as MaryPSue!

...

"Hey.”

Stan looked up from the throbbing lump on his wrist that he’d been poking at. He was pretty sure, by the stab of searing pain that shot through it and up his arm every time he poked it, that it was broken. It’d probably heal on its own, but he wasn’t sure he could bring himself to set it. Or that it wouldn’t do more damage to try.

“Whadda you wan’?” he asked, what remained of his upper lip curling at the voice that drifted out of the cell beside him. The burns had been the first to heal over, but there was still a good chunk of the side of his face that was gonna need time to regenerate. Like talking wasn’t already hard enough with his fighting fangs stuck down and ready to bite. Apparently he was feeling threatened. No idea why that might’ve been. 

“No hard feelings, right?” the voice from the cell beside him said, and finally, Stan placed it. He could’ve laughed, but it made his ribs hurt. Of course he was locked up right beside the - freaky demon biker dude who’d kicked his ass not an hour ago. That was what he got for thinking he could take a guy who was built like a Greek sculpture and covered in more leather than the inside of a tannery. And for not expecting the guy’s head to suddenly catch fire, or for him to pull a couple of whips of flame out of his ass. Stan wished his own face had grown back half as fast as biker dude’s had. 

“No har’ - you hroke m’fuckin’ everythin’!” The missing part of his top lip turned his ‘p’s and ‘b’s into a hissing, whispering lisp instead. He could barely understand himself. Fan-fucking-tastic.

Stan couldn’t see the biker dude through the solid cinder-block wall between them, but the voice that carried through the bars on the fronts of both cells sure managed to sound like it was shrugging. “You undead heal fast, you’ll get over it. An’ you know how it is.”

“No I fuckin’ don’.”

“Gotta give ‘em a show, right?” the biker dude went on, like Stan hadn’t said anything. “An’ I gotta say, you put up a helluva fight out there. They like a scrapper, you’ll do all right.”

“You lit my fuckin’ fathe on fire! You thpat on me!”

“Yeah, you’re a good sport,” the biker went on, a hint of admiration in his gruff baritone. Stan could just imagine the jerk in the cell next to him, grinning under that stupid, luxurious moustache. He probably had a great smile, when he wasn’t grinning about ripping Stan’s face off. Bastard. “How long you been on the fighting circuit? You got some moves.”

Stan didn’t answer. Even his tongue hurt. He gingerly poked at his fangs through the hole in his cheek, but they didn’t seem like they were planning to retract any time soon.

“Hey,” the biker’s voice floated in through the bars, and Stan wished he could punch right through the holy-symbol-decorated cinderblock wall and straight into the guy’s flaming red eye. “You all right over there?”

“Your thtufid hellfire thcorched half m’fathe off,” Stan grumbled. That ‘p’ was still just out of his reach. Without his top lip, he didn’t even sound like the kind of tough guy who could take a hit that tore half his face off and still walk away. He just sounded like a whiny little kid, complaining to his momma. Biker dude was so dead the next time Stan got his hands on him. “ ‘n��� ‘m thtuck in thome kinna thufernatural dogfightin’ ring. ‘m jutht eckthellent.”

The asshole in the next cell had the nerve to laugh, a deep rumbly chuckle that made Stan’s probably-broken ribs twinge. “Yup, they’re gonna love you,” he said. “Name’s Jimmy. Yours?”

“Thtan,” Stan said, without thinking, and then cursed himself for not thinking of a fake name. But Rico'd known his real name - because he'd been young and stupid when he'd got mixed up with that crowd, but still. Probably all of these goons that Rico'd apparently sold him out to knew his name. If Jimmy didn't already know it, it was probably just a matter of time.

“Nice t’meet ya, Thtan,” Jimmy said, not missing a beat, and Stan growled a quiet, ‘yeah, fuck you too’ under his breath. “Welcome t’the ring. Wish I could tell ya it gets easier.”

...

The floor was further away than it had been.

In fact, Stan realised, as the disorientation started to wear off and he took stock of his surroundings, everything was further away than it had been. And kind of below him. Including Ford, and - and himself.

Stan stared.

He could see through his feet to the scene below, he realised. The top of Ford’s head brushed through said feet, and Stan jerked backwards. The sensation was strange and unpleasant, like passing a bare finger through a lighter flame. Other than the heat, though, he couldn’t feel anything - not any pressure or texture from where his half-vanished feet should have brushed against Ford’s head, not the constant faint nag of hunger he’d gotten used to living with, not...

For the first time in a decade, Stan realised, he didn’t feel cold.

Below him, Stan’s own head turned, the monster in his body looking up. The expression on his face shifted from Stan’s own shock to that familiar, horrible grin as he let go of Ford’s hand. His eyes - now that faintly-glowing, sickly yellow - met Stan’s, and Stan felt a chill rush over him as Bill winked.

It’d been a long time since Stan had last given any real thought to how sharp, how vicious, his own fighting fangs were.

For a breathless second, Stan wasn’t sure he’d made the right call. He hadn’t lied to Bill, after all. His body was faster, stronger, more full of naturally-occurring sharp objects than Ford’s. He had all kinds of physical advantages over the average (delicious) human being. And he’d just handed the keys over to the literal demon who’d been tormenting and torturing Ford, and told it to go nuts. What had he been thinking?

Then Ford blinked, his eyes widening in horror, and Stan let out the spectral breath he’d been holding. 

“...Stanley?” Ford said, and Stan had to swallow, hard, despite the fact that he technically didn’t have a throat. Ford was staring at his body with that look of horror, just staring, his hands limp at his sides, and Stan wanted to smack him across the face and tell him to shoot if the thing in front of him was so damn horrifying - but the look on his face was so...Stan couldn’t think of a single other word for it but ‘broken’. “No, no, you idiot, you didn’t -”

“Oh, but he did!” Stan’s mouth said, and then made a face. “Eeth! How doeth he talk with thethe thingth?”

“Bill!” Ford jabbed a finger at Bill, who was working Stan’s jaw, clearly trying to figure out how to retract his fighting fangs. Stan felt a bubble of vindictive satisfaction at the fact that Bill didn’t seem to be having much luck. “Get out of my brother’s body, you -”

Bill grimaced, “Oh, thave it,” he said, clearly giving up on Stan’s fangs. “You two thound like a broken record, you know that? ‘Oh, get out of my brother’th body, Bill! Oh, I won’t let you dethtroy the univerthe, Bill!’ Lemme tell you, Thikther - it’th getting old!”

“Come on, Ford!” Stan yelled, leaning forward to shout directly at his twin and accidentally knocking himself into a midair somersault. “Where’s that stupid crossbow you like to wave around? Just shoot ‘im already! It’s both your monsters in one, what’re you waiting for?”

But Ford didn’t reach for the crossbow. Instead, he just stared at Stan’s body like he’d never seen it before, taking one startled step back when Bill - moved. Even Stan couldn’t follow the motion; all he knew was that one minute Bill was there, standing in front of Ford, and the next he wasn’t. 

Ford yelped as his step backwards brought him up against Stan's chest, and Stan realised Bill hadn't disappeared at all, just run around behind Ford. "Hey, I can't move that fast!" he complained, and Bill glanced up at him, that fanged grin growing wider.

"You never tried!"

"Wh-" Ford started, pulling away from Bill and looking wildly around the room. "Stanley? You're still here?"

"Don't worry about that lother!" Bill said, and Ford and Stan both started at the sound of his voice from above them. It took Stan a minute to pick the figure out in the gloom - had it gotten darker in Ford's hole of a house? - but the eerie glow from his eyes gave him away.

Bill was hanging from the ceiling like an overlarge spider. As Stan watched, he scuttled along the exposed beams and down the wall headfirst, every limb moving too fast and jerky, those glowing eyes never blinking. Just watching him move made Stan’s skin crawl. And his joints ache.

“What the - okay, now I know I can’t do that,” Stan protested, and Bill jerked his head sideways to fix Stan with a huge, unnerving grin before turning back to Ford.

“What you thould be worrying about ith me!” Bill crowed, launching himself off of the wall and landing just in front of Ford, close enough that when he leaned forward, shoving that manic grin full of fangs in Ford’s face, their noses almost touched. “Thtanley’th really been letting thith body’th potential go to wathte! Thtill thinking like a human!” His laugh was harsh and horrible and went on just a moment too long.

Stan threw himself at Bill, but he just felt a burning cold as he tumbled right through his body and popped out the other side. He spun around, furious and ready to try again, but the look on Ford’s face pulled him up short.

“No,” Ford whispered, and Bill laughed again, reaching out and grabbing Ford by the collar to drag him in close, until they were literally eye to eye. Ford’s knees seemed to give out halfway there, and Stan let out a wordless yell of frustration.

“Really? Now’s when you come over all sentimental? That’s not me, you idiot! Just shoot it already!”

“Oh, yeth, Thikther! The whole time you’ve been holed up in your thecret bathement thinking your brother wath working for me, he’th been trying to thave your thorry behind! From me! Ithn’t it hilariouth?”

Stan grabbed at an - electrical-looking science thingy, something Ford probably knew the name and purpose of, on the hall table beside him. If he threw it at Bill, he knew, it wouldn’t do much damage, but at least it might draw Bill’s attention away.

It didn’t matter, though. His hand passed right through the device. 

“No,” Ford said, again, his voice barely more than a breath, and then, stronger, “No! You’re lying, he - he tried to lure me off the porch by threatening to burn my journal, I know that was your plot to get me out beyond the threshold so you could - could do some unspeakable thing to -”

Bill laughed again, leaning back and rolling Stan’s eyes. “Oh, yeah, that! That wath a real thtroke of luck, if you knuckleheadth had actually worked it out there I mighta been in trouble! Good thing you’re both thuch hotheadth!” He laughed again, giving Ford’s collar a short, sharp shake. “All I had to do to get inthide your prethiouth threthhold wath poth- posh- uthe your body to invite your brother in! Eathy peathy!”

Ford, already pale with horror and, apparently, lack of exposure to the sun, went an interesting ashy colour.

"Stan -" he started, and then broke off, shaking his head mutely.

“Wow,” Bill said, thoughtfully. “I haven’t had thith much fun thinthe...when wath the latht time I had thith much fun?”

"Ford!" Stan yelled, even though he was starting to realise that Ford couldn't hear him, no matter how loud he shouted. "Dammit, do something!"

For one horrible, drawn-out second, Stan thought Ford was going to burst into tears.

Then Ford sucked in a deep breath and, looking up towards the ceiling a few feet to Stan's right, called out, "The basement! Stan, go to the basement! You'll need a vessel -"

Anything else he might've been about to say was cut abruptly short when Bill lashed out, almost too fast for Stan to follow. He only heard the crack, and saw Ford fly backwards, sliding across the floor on his back. 

"You know," Bill said, stalking slowly forward as Ford struggled to push himself up on his elbows, "now I've got thith thweet new upgrade, and all three of your journalth..."

Ford wiped a shaking hand across his mouth, brushing away a trickle of -

If Stan had had a stomach, the bottom would've dropped out of it.

Blood.

"I really don't need you anymore!" Bill went on, his voice too bright for his menacing pose. "And would you look at that - thith body'th getting hungry!"

Stan didn't pause to think about whether it would actually do anything. He just flung himself at Bill, another blast of arctic cold tearing through him as he shot through his own chest. 

Bill didn't so much as flinch. His arm shot out, hand curling in Ford's collar and stopping Ford's desperate backwards scramble short. Ford passed right through Stan as Bill hauled him to his feet, dragging Ford up until their noses were barely an inch apart.

Stan’s fangs gleamed in the dimness like an unsheathed knife.

“No!” Stan shouted, before he could stop himself, feeling stupid and ridiculous even as the word tore out of him, like a little kid freaking out about the monster under the bed. But somehow, impossibly, it worked. Bill stopped dead, bared fangs just inches from the jumping vein in Ford’s neck. 

His eyes flicked up to lock with Stan’s. And then, slowly, he smiled.

“Hey, guethth what?” he said, not taking his eyes from Stan’s. Slowly, oh so slowly, most of Stan’s jagged fighting fangs slithered back up into his jaw, leaving only the two needle-sharp feeding fangs stabbing down over Bill’s too-wide smile. “Think I’m getting the hang of thethe thingth.”

“Stan!” Ford yelled, pushing desperately - and uselessly - against Bill’s grip. "There’s a vessel in the basement, don't let him -"

The rest of his warning dissolved into a strangled scream as Bill sank Stan’s fangs into his neck.

Stan didn’t currently have a heart to suddenly skip a beat. Strictly speaking, he hadn’t had one for about a decade. He didn’t really even remember what the sensation felt like anymore. 

So it was amazing how much hearing Ford’s scream felt like his heart was skipping a beat.

Stan hurled himself at Bill again, and again, the shock of cold as he flew through his own body starting to grow familiar. Bill didn’t flinch, didn’t so much as blink. He seemed pretty preoccupied with his...meal. 

Ford's scream had died into a ragged gasp, now, and even in the dark Stan could see he wasn’t struggling like he had been only moments before, his movements smaller and weaker. It took time for a human being to bleed out - Stan knew that maybe better than anybody - but it happened a hell of a lot faster than it looked in the movies, and with a malicious leech attached to a major artery -

He remembered that feeling, faintly, through a haze of alcohol and neurons shutting down. It sucked. Literally.

Stan cast around the dingy room for anything that he could use, anything he could hit Bill with. What was that nonsense Ford had been yelling? Something about the basement? And a - vessel? Like, a boat? Whatever that was supposed to -

His eyes skipped over it at first, in the dark, and then zeroed in on the gleam of dull white in the dark. A plastic (at least, Stan hoped it was plastic) skeleton, a lot like the one that had graced the science classroom back at Glass Shard Beach High what felt like a lifetime ago (except without one of its femurs lifted by some enterprising student to make a macabre pipe), standing forgotten in a corner behind a pile of technological-y junk.

Well, that kinda counted as a body, right?

Stan didn't waste any more time thinking about it. He flew straight for the skeleton, muttering a quiet 'come on, come on' as the skeleton's empty eye sockets filled his vision. 

And then he was looking out of them.

Stan tried to wiggle his fingers, with no luck. He tried it again, and this time, felt movement. Vaguely. The skeleton didn’t seem to have much in the way of a nervous system, big surprise there. Still, it was more than he’d been able to feel as a ghost. 

He had to rock back and forth to knock the skeleton off of the pole it was attached to, and ended up spilling over, flat on his face, on the floor. Bill whirled at the sound of the crash, spraying drops of Ford’s blood as he ripped Stan’s fangs free of Ford's neck. Ford crumpled as Bill let him go, collapsing to the ground in a heap as Bill stalked over to the pile of electronics that Stan was trying, with little success, to shuffle off of his skeleton legs.

"Well well well well well well well!" Bill cackled, reaching down and wrapping a hand around Stan's spine, just above the skeleton’s pelvis. The whole skeleton folded in half as Bill yanked Stan free from the pile of electronics, Stan’s skull bonking against his kneecaps pathetically before he managed to flail up and whack Bill in the face with the back of one hand. “Look who dethided to get creative - ow!”

Stan swung back, flailing both arms as he tried to hit Bill again. The skeleton wasn’t easy to control - it seemed to want not to move, unless Stan pushed it as hard as he could, and then it swung around like - well, like he’d pushed it as hard as he could. 

At least Bill wasn’t going after Ford anymore, though. As far as Stan was concerned, that was the only thing he’d wanted the skeleton for. Everything else was gravy.

Bill gave the skeleton a shake, rattling Stan’s bones - literally. And then, while Stan was still trying to sort his shoulderblades from his anklebones, Bill wound up and flung the skeleton against the wall.

It felt like being shot from a cannon, or, at least, what Stan had always imagined being shot from a cannon would feel like. The skeleton exploded on impact, bones coming apart, and threw him out of it like a motorcycle rider straight over the handlebars. Thankfully, his spirit still didn’t seem to be able to touch anything, so he flew across the room and through the far wall instead of slamming into it. 

Flying through the wall was - well. Stan was pretty sure that, if his pants had been physical, he would’ve pissed them. He couldn’t decide what was worse - watching the wall come up in front of him and knowing he couldn’t stop, or the terrifying moment of absolute darkness and complete silence as his head passed through. And then he was out, tumbling head over heels through what looked like some kind of mad scientist’s laboratory crossed with that Museum of the Weird that they’d had for a couple years down on the boardwalk at Glass Shard Beach. Except that the stuffed monsters and photographs here looked way, way more real. 

Stan started forward, towards the wall he’d just come careening through, but stopped, looking around. He could faintly hear Bill laughing through the wall, lisping something about how useless Stan had turned out to be, and normally he’d be charging right back in there swinging, but - that hadn’t worked so far. And the fact that it sounded like Bill was taunting Ford meant that Ford was probably still alive. 

The thought made Stan feel sick, even though he didn’t technically have a stomach to feel it with.

But he had to be smart about this. He still didn’t know where Susan was. He didn’t know how to beat Bill, now that his super clever idea about getting Ford to stake his body with Bill in it hadn’t worked. “Great going, there, Stan,” he muttered, glaring at the framed photograph of a slightly blurred, fanged gnome rushing at the camera that he’d apparently burst through on his way through the wall. “Real genius idea there. Definitely not exactly what you’d expect from a high school dropout.”

He kicked at a pencil sitting on what had to be Ford’s desk. His foot passed harmlessly through, the pencil rocking forward slightly like somebody’d blown on it before rocking back into its original position.

“Okay, Stan. Think,” Stan said. It was hard to pace when his feet didn’t make contact with the ground, but he managed to hover in a rough circle around the - lab, for lack of a better word. “How th’hell d’you plan on getting out of this one?”

He stuck his head through the gnome’s gaping maw, through the wall, out into the main room again. Ford was still lying in a heap on the floor, but he’d rolled over, glaring up at Bill, who grinned down at him with Stan’s face. Stan started to ball one hand into a fist, and stopped only when he realised his fingers were starting to go through his palm.

“Keep laughing, you smug sonuvabitch,” he muttered. “Just you wait, I’m gonna wipe that smirk off your face.” He very pointedly did not think about how.

“You really think that idiot brother of yourth is gonna be thmart enough to dithable the portal?” Bill crowed, his attention obviously too focused on Ford to notice Stan’s return. Stan frowned. Portal? “He couldn’t even figure out what you meant by a veththel!”

“You’re wrong!” Ford hissed, and Stan winced. He did not sound good. “Stan is - is -”

“Ith not coming to thave you,” Bill said, sweetly, leaning down over Ford with his hands clasped behind his back, his grin growing impossibly wider. “Fathe it, Thikther - thith dimension ith mine.”

Stan pulled his head back through the wall before Ford could respond, his head spinning. Portals? This dimension? 

“What the hell, Ford,” he muttered, under his breath, and then stopped. What had Bill said? ‘He couldn’t even figure out what you meant by -’

“A vessel,” Stan said, to the jar packed full of preserved eyeballs sitting on the shelf beside him. “And - the basement! Ford definitely said something about a basement!” 

The eyeballs floated, gently, in their jar.

Stan looked down at the floor below his hovering feet, swallowed, and closed his eyes. And then, without looking, he flipped over and dove straight down, through the floor.

...

It took longer than Stan expected before he burst out into the basement.

“Sheesh, Poindexter, how far underground is this place?” he muttered, looking around the room full of strange machinery that he found himself in. “A guy might think you were building some kinda apocalypse bunker or something.”

Looking around, Stan decided that that idea wasn’t so far-fetched. Except that an apocalypse bunker would probably have some kind of non-perishable food. And a place to sleep. And lots of things other than a nerd desk and row after row of tall machines covered in blinking lights.

“What is this thing supposed to be?” Stan asked, out loud, to thin air, gesturing to what looked like a giant, carved bird with a viewing port stuck to it. “Totem pole? Periscope? Totem pole-iscope? What?” 

He hadn’t expected a response. 

The faint noise from somewhere to his right made Stan jump - literally, shooting nearly two feet into the air. He didn’t see anybody there, but there was some kind of big window set in the wall, covered by what looked like one of those scrolling metal shutters that they had in newsstands. 

The sound came again, from the other side of the shutter. It sounded muffled, not just like it was passing through metal, but like there was something stuffed in the mouth of the person making it.

It sounded like a yell for help.

“Shit,” Stan said. “Susan!”

This time, he didn’t even stop to brace himself before he threw himself through the metal shutter. Stan burst through the window, looking around for Susan, and stopped cold.

Susan was there, her ankles tied together and her hands bound behind her back with a length of orange extension cord, part of what looked like Ford’s sweatervest stuffed in her mouth. She was sitting on the bare concrete floor of an absolutely massive underground room, sparkling pipes and wires crisscrossing the raw stone ceiling and walls. A few feet to Susan’s right, lying in a heap of tangled limbs, was - Stan blinked - a crash test dummy, with one staring eye scribbled in black marker in the very centre of its forehead, hastily crossed out in red pen. At least, Stan hoped it was red pen.

But none of that was what had stopped him in his tracks. 

No, that would have to be the two-storey-tall, shimmering metal inverted triangle that dominated the room, the empty circle in its very centre like a staring eye. It loomed over the whole room, dwarfing even the enormous space it inhabited. Susan sat at the very base, propped against its bottom corner like a sacrifice on the altar of some ancient and terrifying triangle god.

“Hot Belgian waffles,” Stan muttered, under his breath. And then, “Think maybe I found the portal.”