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fangirlstorycreator · 9 months ago

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pretty pretty pretty please can you do a story about blitzo??!! I've just seen that you wrote for hazbin hotel and helluva boss and I love those shows! blitz is my favourite character! Let's imagine you work with him moxie and millie, but there is a spark between you both! And maybe he saves you from striker? I'm buzzing to see what you write!!! xxxxx

Blitzo! Absolutely anon! I'm so excited to write my first Helluva Boss story, I hope you enjoy 🤗💚

Contains: Swearing/Sexual content/dirty talk/sexual intercourse/kidnap/threatening language (NOT FOR MINORS!)

You had just taken another call for a job, this business was really blowing up recently, who would have thought k#lling humans in the living world was such a good career? You were the only one in the office at that moment, as Blitz, Millie, Moxie and Luna had been invited to an event in the Wrath ring, that wasn't really your kind of thing to do. You had just finished writing down the last few details of this new job, when the door bursts open and hits the wall with a loud bang.

"Satan's d#ck hole! Damn it! Why is it that every time we go anywhere with that feathery f#ck, someone wants to k#ll him!" "Well, he is royalty sir" "So what Moxie? He ain't so royal when I'm d#ckin his-" "Ugghh! Blitz!" "Ooh! Sorry Loony" Luna was always wound up by something Blitz would say, I think it was just part of their father and daughter relationship, even though Luna would never admit that. "Hey sh#t tits! Anyone call in for more work while we were gone?" "Just one, someone who had a an abusive ex boyfriend, she's down in hell because she tried to kill him apparently. But, because he's still alive up there..." "She needs us! F#ck yeh! Let me read the details about this one. Moxie! When your done humping your wife's leg, go and refill the guns. We're gunna need them for this next c#ck sucker" Moxie just huffed as he and Millie went to sort out the guns, Luna was sat by the meeting table, flicking through her phone with her earphones in, and Blitz was still reading the info you wrote.

"So Blitz, you were talking about Stolas when you came back, what happened?" "Oh, that god damn royal #sshole invited us to the Wrath ring for some kind of festival. It actually wasn't that bad, I even joined in with some of the games they had, they were f#cking awesome!" "So what went wrong?" "Oh, well it turns out there was this guy down there, who I was competing against, who was trying to k#ll Stolas" "But he's royalty right? You can't k#ll royalty without-" "An angelic weapon? Yeh, turns out the f#cker has one" "Sh#t! Well, what happened then?" "He hid it from us, until Moxie found the gun. He attacked Moxie and Millie, then I came and pretty much saved the day!" "Saved the day?" "Well....yeh he got away, but! I was the one that distracted him so Moxie could get a clear shot" "Oh really? And how exactly did you do that?" "He was totally flirting with me, trying to make me join him. I just played along" "Hmmm..." "What?" "Oh come on Blitz, your telling me you didn't like it? Not even a little? Your always the dominant one when it comes to Stolas, you secretly liked him being the one in charge for a moment didn't you?" "Hey! I played along with him so Moxie could get the gun!" "Didn't answer my question though...." "Ok...fine, just for a minute. But that's all! I'm always the one who f#cks other people, not the other way around!" "Sounds like a part of you was willing to give it a try"

Blitz raises an eyebrow to you, quickly looks around to make sure Luna isn't paying attention and that Moxie and Millie aren't there. Leaning slightly on the desk, he whispers to you. "You think so huh? Well maybe I'd like to give it a try sometime...." "Blitz....are you trying to flirt with me?" "What if I am, gorgeous? You never know, it could be fun....you wanna ride on this d#ck?" Pretenting to play along with him, you reach up and gently pull him in a little closer by his collar, and lean in to whisper into his ear. His neck slightly shivers as he can feel your breath, he's loving it. "Maybe I would, Blitz........if you actualy had something decent to ride on" "What?!" He shouts as he backs away, leaving you giggling. "What the f#ck are you trying to say? I haven't got a big d#ck?! I could rock you world!" "I doubt it, I think your all talk Blitz" "Oh yeh! If Luna wasn't hear I'd bend you over this desk and f#ck you till your screams filled the god damn office" "Yeh....or my moans of boredom" "Oooh you cheeky minx-" "Hey sir! We've refilled the guns" "Huh? Oh! Right, thanks Moxie, just put them in the van would yeh?" Moxie and Millie head out to the van with Luna, and Blitz just smirks. "I know we play this flirty game a lot Y/N, but has it ever occurred to you that I might actually wanna f#ck you?" "It has, however, you know me Blitz. If you want this...you have to earn it" "Well...challenge excepted! Alright, I've gotta go, we'll go and k#ll this abusive c#ck sucker and be right back"

"No problem. Hey Blitz?" "What?" "You didn't really finish your story about the attempted assassination on Stolas" "Oh yeh! Stolas is fine, we still use the book and we assumed that guy just ran away because of how much we tried to f#ck him up" "He may still be out there, you never know. Does he live in the Wrath ring?" "I don't know, he just disappeared" "Sounds like an #sshole, what was his name anyway?" "Striker" "Striker? What was he? A cowboy?" "How the f#ck did you guess that?" "It sounds like a stupid name to give yourself if your a cowboy" "I can't say I disagree. Anyway! See you later sh#t tits!" You knew he never meant it, but that was just a stupid nickname that had stuck for you now. You just found it funny, just like him. Yes you guys did playfully flirt a lot of the time, but there were times, you could see in his eyes, he was actually turned on. Who knows what could happen between you? But that wasn't on your mind right now, because yet another call has come in. That night when they came back and finished that job, Moxie and Millie had packed their things and headed home, and you were just getting your stuff in your moterbike as Blitz pulled up beside you with Luna in the van too. "Hey sh#t tits! Good job today. Are you hungry? Me and Loony are gunna go get some burgers, wanna come?" "I'm fine thanks Blitz, I'm quite tired so I'll just have something when I get home"

"Alright, we'll see you tomorow then. You ready for some burgers Loony?!" "Uugghh, they're just burgers, no need to get so excited about it" "But there MEGA burgers! There f#cking awesome!" "Whatever" "See you Y/N!" And just like that, he sped off down the road to the burger joint in town. You could see that Blitz always tried his best with Luna, he really does care about her. Once you were ready, you got on your bike and drove towards home, but you did stop at a local bar first. You placed an order for their club sandwich and fries to go, you loved that meal, it was the best thing they did. As you were waiting by the bar, you hear the sound of jingling with footsteps coming towards you, that was strange. When you turned to look behind you, a strange guy had walked up to you and stood beside you by the bar. He had a large brown hat, yellow eyes, a white jacket with little tassels, knee high boots and a red handkerchief wrapped around his neck. Not to mention the creepy smile and the pencil thin moustache, just one look and it made you feel uneasy, whoever this was, you didn't like him straight away.

"Hey there little darlin.....what's your name?" "Not interested" He had a thick accent, like a cowboys western voice. "Hey now, there's no need to get like that. How about I buy you a drink?" "No" "Are you sure?" "No is a full sentence #sshole!" "Woh woh there, I was only tryin to be polite. Why are you gettin all defensive" "Because when a woman says no, that's all she has to say. Now get away from me you creep" He just huffs, running his thumb over his bottom lips as he watches you. "I like a woman with a little bite"

"This is your final warning d#ck head, f#ck off!" "Fine....but let me leave you with this" He slides a card to your fingers, with his number on it. "Call me if you change your mind....and by the way, what name was given to a beauty such as yourself?" "F#ck off" "Well....the names Striker....see you later little darlin..." Striker? Oh sh#t! THE striker? He walks away as you just figure that out, you now know who he was, what he looks like, and that he didn't just disappear like Blitz had said! You needed to tell Blitz! The next morning, you made your way to work and see Moxie, Millie and Luna all doing their own thing. "Millie?" "Yeh?" "Have you seen Blitz?" "Yeh, he's in his office" "Thanks" You walk to the far end of the hall and knock on the door "Blitz?" "Y/N! Is it just you?" "Uh yeh, why?" "Just wondering! Come in!" As you open the door, you see Blitz's desk infront of you, but he wasn't sat behind it. "Blitz? Where-" All of a sudden, you feel hands grip your waistline, spin you around and pin you against the wall. It's Blitz! And he has a deep s#xual hunger in his eyes. "Hey there..." "Blitz, this really isn't the time, I need to-" Placing his finger to your lips, he shooshs you and whispers. "Oh yeh? Well I think it's the perfect time for me to show you exactly what I'd like to do to you..." He says in his most seductive tone. "I've imagined pinning you up against this office wall, pounding your brains out as I-" "Blitz! While this is a lovely suprise, I really need to talk to you!" "Huh? About what?" "Striker!" "Striker? What about him?" "I've seen him! Last night!" "What?! Well why the f#ck didn't you lead with that?"

"Well maybe if I was allowed to actualy say anything as you were trying to f#ck me up against a wall!" "I thought you wanted this?!" "Not right now! I need to talk to you about Striker!" "Shit, Striker. Ok, what happened?" You sit him down and explain what happened last night, and the card with his number on it. "That mother f#cker! He hit on you!" "Your honestly focused on that part Blitz?!" "Well duh! What else should I be focused on?" "Oooh I don't know? Maybe the fact that Striker is still out there, and he could try and hunt down Stolas again!" "Oh sh#t! I didn't think of that. Alright, let's go and tell everyone else" You and him called everyone into the office where you explained what happened last night, and it looked like Moxie had seen a ghost. "Mox? Are you ok?" "That bastard tried to k#ll me and Millie! The thought of him being around again, I hate it. I know you saw him briefly last night Y/N, but you haven't seen him when he's fighting. He's tough" Blitz says "Well yeh he was Mox, but most people are when they're fighting YOU" "What?! Sir I can handle myself!" "When Millie's holding your hand...or your d#ck!" "Sir! I'm-" "Anyway, anyway Moxie. Your right, he is tough. But I know someone in this room who would beat the sh#t out of that #sshole" "Sir, if your going to say Luna, she barely helped us that day when we ALL fought him!" "Not quite Luna, but I know my sweet baby could tear out anyones throat out! Can't you Loony?!" Just shrugging at him, you see a small smile at the corner of Luna's mouth.

"Anyway Moxie, if you hadn't have interrupted me you f#cking bipsh#t! I was actually gunna say Y/N" You were instantly confused. "Huh? Why me?" "Oh come on! I once saw you take out an entire street of humans in the most brutal and violent ways! There was a good 45-50 of them! And they were better fighters than Striker!" "Blitz, first off, I disposed of them because they were all convicted pedofiles. And they were meeting up there to find away to lock down a local human school" "Yeh! And you f#cking k#lled every one of them!" "Yes...and second of all, I know there was a lot, but this Striker you've told me about has an angelic weapon and was able to take on all 4 of you, and get away. What makes you think that in a scenario where me and him are fighting, that I would be the one who comes out on top?" "Because you have fought each one of us, and all at the same time when we did our training before we started going to the human world. And each time, you beat the sh#t out of us! You even beat Luna!" "Yeh....you kinda did beat me Y/N....but I also kinda respect you because of that" "Oh, thanks Luna. Look, discussing this is all well and good. But what if Striker decided he's going to try and finish the job with Stolas?" Everyone looks at eachother for a moment, trying to think of what to do. "I've already told Stolas we're not bodyguards, you remember the sh#t show at Loo Loo Land?" "Yes Blitz, but let's not forget. No Stolas, means no access to the human world" "Oh f#ck sticks! Alright, fine! We'll keep an eye out for Striker. If any of you guys see him, kill him! Or else were out of a job"

The next few days went by as normal, you went and did a few jobs with Blitz, Millie and Moxie, informed Stolas about Striker and told him to call any of us if he saw him again, and generally just tried to get on with things. You and Blitz hadn't discussed the moment in his office, but you knew it had to be brought up, but how? Now that you knew that he really did wanna sleep with you...were you going to?...... One morning, Blitz gave Millie and Moxie a little job on earth to do, he apparently couldn't be bothered to do it. So Millie and Moxie left with the book, Blitz was in his office talking a call from Stolas and Luna was sat behind the front desk, checking her sistagram. You saw this as an opportunity, and seized your moment. "Hey Luna?" "What?" "You bored?" "Yeh" "I need to do some important paperwork at this desk, how about you go and see if there's anything nice you can treat yourself with down the mall in town?" You say sweetly offering her $60. "Wow! Really?" "Yeh, go treat yourself for a few hours" "Cool, thanks. I'll see you later" As soon as she grabbed her coat, she was out of there, and you and Blitz were the only ones in work. Walking towards his office, you can faintly hear the ending of the phone call with Stolas, which Blitz seemed to want to finish. You knocking on his door gave him the perfect excuse. "Huh? Stolas I gotta go, someone's hear to talk to me. Buy. Is that you my little Loony?"

Blitz was pleasantly suprised to see you walking into his office instead. "Y/N! What brings you buy? Oh, and by the way, whatever it is, I'm glad. Because Stolas was talking my f#cking ear off on the phone" "Stolas does love to chat to you Blitz" "Yeh, he likes a lot of sh#t about me. Maybe it's because I diddle his holes every month? Eh it must be, anyway! What do you need?" Raising an eyebrow to him and slowly closing the door, you lean against his door, trying to look seductive. "Maybe I need you to finish what you started.....that is....if you remember?" He stands straight up, eyes wide at first, then turn hungry and devilish. "Ooooohh...your damn right I remember...." He takes his time to walk over to you, taking in the sight of you, looking so damn sexy infront of him. He pins his hands against the wall, with you and him now very close. "So....you do wanna ride on this d#ck huh?....." "If...you can deliver the goods...." "Oooh baby....promise me when I say, I can deliver the f#cking goods....tell me....how do you like it?..." "I like a guy that can take charge..." You say seductively, running your hand down his chest and slowly massaging his now growing bulge. "I like someone who tells me what to do....tells me what a good girl I can be" You lean into his ear, bite at his earlobe and run your tounge down his neck making him shiver. It was like a fire was lit in him, he exhaled deeply, sounding so sexy, right before his hand came and wrapped around your throat.

"Let's just see about that....(grawl)" That noise he made was enough to make you wet already, let alone the look in his eye and the way he spoke to you. His hand on your throat ever so slightly squeezed as his other unbuckled his trousers. "I've wanted to f#ck you like this for so god damn-oh sh#t! Won't Luna hear us?" "Nope! I gave her some money to spend in town...I wanted you all to myself..." "Oh your full of suprises....but now I want you full of me!" His hands grab your hips and pin you against the wall, leaning in and pressing his eager lips to your neck and kissing the soft and delicate skin, making you practically melt against him. Your breath catches as he nibbles at your neck and ear, and he starts to grind against you as his hips slide a little inbetween your legs. You can feel his hard bulge as he rubs it in just the right space, f#ck me you were so turned on from this, and he hadn't even taken his clothes off yet. Pulling away from your neck, he kisses you so hard that you feel dizzy and breathless, your fingers dig into his shoulders just so you can have something to hold onto. Ripping his shirt open, you stroke down his chest, feeling his tough body and his racing heartbeat, holy sh#t. Without warning, he picks you up and slams you on top of his desk, still holding your legs around his hips as he looks deep into your eyes.

"Your so f#cking hot....I've imagined plowing you against this desk for so long..." "What's stopping you then?.....or are you being a little pussy?..." Again, his dominant side is back out, and his hand is around your throat again. "Call me a pussy again baby....I dare you....see what happens...." His devilish look and his tone of voice makes you want him to take you now! Hard and fast! ".....Pussy...." "You asked for it..." His lips are on you again, sliding his tounge inside he's trying to f#ck your mouth with it. He pushes you down onto the desk, still holding you by the neck as he whips out his cock, slamming it inside you with no hesitation. "Huh! Oh f#ck!" "Yeh that's it baby...f#cking take all of me....oooh you feel so good..." Just like you wanted him, he holds you in place as he f#cks you mercilessly against the desk. Over, and over, f#cking you like a little rag doll. Your orgasm was already seconds away, you couldn't hold on! Your scream filled the office as your body shook, your legs felt like jelly and he didn't stop once. "That's it, c#m all over my c#ck! Awww, look at that little face...your all worn out....you all finished there? Hit your high....well I think you can handle another one....or a few" He really wasn't finished with you, you did feel a little worn out, but hungry for more, and he could sence that. Flipping you over, your now facing a way from him while still leaning over the desk, where he starts f#cking you again, making tears fall from your eyes as he brings you to climax again and again, and again! Even his tale played a part in the action! When it wasn't flicking and rubbing at your most sensitive area, it was tying your hands together and letting him be completely in control, and you loved every single f#cking second of it! No previous boyfriend or one night stand had made you feel like that before, it was f#cking insane!

You felt as if you were going to pass out soon, this whole experience had tired you out, not to mention this is the most orgasms you had ever had in a row! Your legs were like jelly! If Blitz wasn't holding you around him, you'd have collapsed a long time ago, he was a lot stronger that you had imagined. Just as you feel like another orgasm could put you to sleep, Blitz came with a loud grunt and shout! "(Grunt) Ah ah! Oh f#ck yeh! (Out of breath) oh sh#t! That was....damn! You ok?" "Oh Blitz....I haven't.....just...woh..." "You got some stamina in you girl! Hear let me help you get a little more comfortable" He gently slides himself out and helps you sit in the chair, your poor legs are shaking and you can't control them at the moment. "Was that too much for you? I'm sorry if I was too-" "Oh no Blitz, that was f#cking awesome!" "Yeh?" "Yes! I finaly know what if feels like to get my brains f#cked out" "Ah ha ha! I know right! You were great, way better than I imagined you were" "So, are my legs supposed to be doing this?" "What the shaking? Oh don't worry, I know how to fix that" Taking you carefully in his arms, he walks down the hall with you to the far end, where there is a bathroom with a separate shower area, just incase. It tended to be used if you needed to wash off any blood whilst inbetween jobs, but for now, it was to help you get cleaned up. He was being so sweet, helping you get cleaned and get your legs back to normal in the shower, you wouldn't have imagined he had pretty much rearranged your guts mere moments before. 20 minutes later, you could walk and were no longer as sensitive, and you both went back to Blitz's office to get dressed back into your clothes. He insisted you sit and take a breather as he put his office back together, you both did kind of destroy it in the heat of the moment.

"That was incredible Blitz, I can't believe we haven't done that before" "I know right! I'll tell you what though, you were sooo worth the wait" "Aww thank you. You definitely were too" A few minutes passed and you hear the sound of the portal in the main room, Moxie and Millie had come back. They came and knocked on the door, Millie looked happy, but Moxie not so much. "So M&M, how did it go? Holy sh#t Mox! You look like sh#t!" "Oh he's alright Blitz, he's just a little shaken up by that job we just did" Millie had explained to you and Blitz that they had to deal with a human who wanted to keep Moxie as a pet, and made him wear a dog collar and tried to make him eat dog food. "Can you blame him Mox? You do act like a little b#tch sometimes" "Sir! I am not a dog!" "Calm down Mox, I said bitch! Which is technical a female dog" "Does taking the p#ss out of me make you feel just slightly important for a mere second? Considering how sad your own life is sir?" "Yeh, it does actually. Anyway! Mills, tell me about this little sh#t you and Mox had to deal with. It sounds like fun!" As Millie and Moxie discuss the contract with you both, Blitz couldn't help but sneak glances at you, and you him. He did just f#ck you so damn good! And everyone was oblivious, it was kind of exciting. Later that afternoon, everyone was getting ready to go home, and Luna had come back with a bag of new clothes. She showed you when you asked to see them, however, as soon as Blitz wanted to see like an over excited parent, Luna just hit him with her bag, slightly smirking, it was kind of funny. When Millie and Moxie left, you, Blitz and Luna were walking out to the car park together.

"Are you gunna show me your new clothes at home Loony? I think you'd look so cute in some new outfits!" "Ugghh shut up da-Blitz!" "Aww your too precious" Luna huffed and sat in the van, where Blitz offered to walk you to your moterbike. "Thanks again for giving Luna some money to go shopping, she does love it in the mall. It's just a shame she doesn't like me there with her...I thought it could be a nice daddy/daughter experience" "I know Blitz, and you can have that some day, but it's when you both have to be ready for that. Don't get your hopes up ok? She does love you" "Yeh, I love her too.....So uhh....about today?" "I'm...gunna guess it's something your not going to want to do again?" "Huh? No! Why would you think that?" "Isn't this supposed to happen? Whenever I've been with a guy, they tend to either ignore me from then on, or just never see me again" "What a bunch of fat f#ckin d#ck wads! Hell no! Y/N, I'd still like to keep this going" "You do?" "Yeh! I know when we first met, we discussed not wanting a relationship, so why not friends with benefits? I still care about you, but if you like, we can be friends who screw eachothers brains out too! What do you say?" "You know what? I actually like the idea of friends with benefits. We always banter and flirt with eachother anyway. The only difference now is that we both get to do something about it" "Yeh! I agree! Great! Friends with benefits!" He gives you a quick hug. "I've got to go now, but maybe we could (hang out) again tomorrow?" "Are you sure? Are you not tired from today? Or worried someone could hear us in the office tomorrow?" "Oh I got a f#ck load of stamina baby! And there can't be much noise if your mouth is full....See you tomorow!"

He smiles happily as he hops into his van, and drives down the street to take himself and Luna home, he was such a manic ball of energy, but you loved that about him. Once you got your moterbike ready, you started driving in the direction of home, just enjoying the quiet trip on the bike, like nothing more than an easy night. That was....until the accident....You had taken a turn down a street you usually drive, it was a short cut. But what you didn't see was that mere seconds before you drove over them, someone had thrown road spikes down, and it popped both your bike tyres! You panic! Swerving, scared you were going to crash and get seriously hurt! The bike was about to fall, taking you with it, when you made a quick thinking decision. You, or the bike, you chose you. Jumping away from the seat, you land hard on the pavement right before your bike hit a large tree, crushing it and nearly killing you in the process. Pain floods throughout your body, blood trickled down your arms and face when you touch it, you had hit your head and hurt your arms and legs when you impacted the pavement, it hurt so damn much. All you could make at first was groans, but as you tried to steady your breathing, you started shouting for help. It was dark, and you couldn't see anyone, but you kept shouting, hoping that someone could help you. Reaching into your pocket, your phone had been all smashed up, so you couldn't even call the police or Blitz, and the pain was getting worse. You wipe away the blood on your forhead and try to stand up, but unbeknown to you, you were being hunted...and you were right where he wanted you....Getting to your knees, you try to take a hold of a near by rock, but are suddenly grabbed from behind by an unknown attacker! He pins your badly hurt arms around your back with one of his hands, and the other reaches around and holds a damp cloth over your nose and mouth. Struggling and writhing in his grip, you try your best to get away, but this rag has something in it thats making you drowsy, and moving in his vice like grip is getting too much for you. "Your all mine now little darlin.....and there ain't noone gunna stop me taking you..."

That voice? You recognise this mans voice. STRIKER! But it was too late, your eyes start to close, and everything goes black as you flop in his arms, being completely knocked out. The next morning, Blitz walks into work with Luna, seeing only Moxie and Millie. "Hey butt f#cks, what's new today?" "Nothing yet sir" Moxie says in a grumpy tone. "Y/N wasn't hear to tell us if any new clients had called" "Hmm? That's strange. Have you guys seen her at all?" "Nope, me and Moxie left last night, and the only time we saw her was when she was walking out with you and Luna" "Has she called in sick?" Moxie checks the answering machine, but there's nothing there. "Nope, nothing sir" "That's so weird, let me give her a call" Blitz was starting to worry now, you were always great with your time management, getting there the earliest, good at avoiding traffic, and would always get in touch if any issue came up. "Hmmm, straight to answer machine. Something doesn't feel right" "Did she say anything last night that might make you remember a reason why she couldn't be in sir?" "No, nothing. We were both just talking about what to do today, nothing out of the ordinary" Luna sits behind the desk as Blitz, Millie and Moxie all talk about where you could be, when the phone rings, but Luna just ignored it as she checked her sistagram. "Loony, please answer the phone next time" "Why? That's Y/N's job" "But she's not hear right now Loony" "Uugghh! Fine. Well, looks like it doesn't matter, they left a message on the answering machine" "Oh! Alright, press play then please Loony"

She presses the button, the voice doesn't come through for a few seconds...but when it does...it makes everyone stand on edge. "Hey there little imps..." "That...that's Strikers voice! What the f#ck is he calling us for?!" The message carried on as they all listened. "I'm guessing your wondering what happened to your little lady today huh? Well, let me put ya'll's mind at rest...I've got her with me right now..." "WHAT?!" Blitz shouts. "How is Y/N with Striker sir?" "I don't f#cking know Mox!" "I guess ya'll are wondering why this has happened...well I simply couldn't keep away from such a pretty little thing...well, I say that....she doesn't look too good now. And who can blame her? She did get into a pretty rough moterbike accident last night...and she's passed out right now, bound and gagged in this chair...poor little thing" Hearing what's happened to you makes Blitz's blood boil, and rage is bursting to get out. "I think I could have a lot of fun with this little darlin....however....I am willing to give a trade for her....bring me Stolas....and I'll let her go. But I have to warn you....if you don't do as I say, and bring me that royal #sshole by tomorow night....she may not make it in time....tomorrow night! By the abandoned industrial site! Be there....or be ready to say goodbye to your pretty little lady friend" As soon as he said that, the message ended, and Blitz, in a rage, threw a chair across the room and it smashed into the window. "THAT MOTHER F#CKER!"

"Sir, let's calm down for a moment and think about what to do-" "Calm down? CALM DOWN?! That horse f#cking d#ck wad caused Y/N to get into a crash, kidnapped her and is holding her hostage! And f#ck knows what he's going to do to her before we find her! And you want me to CALM THE F#CK DOWN?!" Millie holds Blitz steady, trying to ground him. "Blitz! Listen to me! We need to think of a plan to get her back! And we can't do that until you calm down, and think about Y/Ns safety!" That seemed to have shaken him out of his rage a little, but just a little. "Oh satan's damn it! I'm sorry Mills, I just hate that she's in danger. If only I'd invited her back with me a Luna last night, she might have never been hurt" "I know Blitz, but thinking like that isn't going to help right now. We need to think of a way to get Y/N back, without handing Stolas over to him. He said he wanted a traid remember?" "Y-yeh? But we can't hand over Stolas" "That's why we need to think of something" Moxie perks up. "I might have an idea!" "What's that Mox? You and Millie dress us as Stolas while me and Luna distract him?" "Wait...how did you?" "Mox, if I can think of it, Striker will figure it out in seconds" "Damn it!" Noone seems to know what to do, and Blitz looks like he's about to have a heart attack. That is, until Luna thinks of something. "I think I know what we can do" "What is it Loony?" "It involves us going to visit Stolas. Come on, let's go" "Oh my sweet Loony! Your so clever!" "Ugghh, whatever Blitz, just get your #sses in the van and lets go"

A whole day had passed, and due to your injuries, you had only just started to wake up out of unconsciousness. Your whole body felt like it had been hit by a bus, your head was sore and painful, and you could feel your waist tied with rope to a chair, and your wrists tied behind you too. There was no way for you to move, but the pain was enough to make you think twice before trying. Your eyes were adjusting to the light of the room, well there wasn't much of that. It seemed you were in some kind of old and disused room, filled with tools, broken pieces of furniture and broken windows shining in a little of the moonlight. You hear a door close behind you, and the sound of those same jingling boots coming up behind you. Strikers hand stroked around your neck, you hated that he touched you.

"Wakey wakey little darlin....man, you were out for nearly two days..." He says as he starts to slowly walk around you, facing you now. "How's about I take this little thing off of you" He says as he tears the duct tape from your mouth, it stung so much. "There we go....you comfortable hear little lady?" "........bite me......" "Ooohhh....little ladys got attitude...just makes me want you even more" "I'd never want you, you psychopathic c#ck sucker. What the f#ck did you do to me?" You ask, angry but still a little dazed. "Ah it's very simple. You see I road spiked your moterbike, drugged you and brought you back hear. Don't take it the wrong way darlin, I have business to do. And your the key to dealing with it"

"The key? What are you talking about?" "Your little friends....Blitz...Millie, and.....oh f#ck what was the other ones name again? F#ck it, it ain't important! What IS important, is that I'm gunna exchange you for my real target, with the help of your little imp friends" "They wouldn't do that! Stolas is an innocent guy, and our only way to do our job! Blitz wouldn't jeopardise that!" "Well he would....if your life was hangin in the balance..." "You sick f#ck....I don't care what you say, Blitz won't do it" "Oh really? Then why did he agree to meet me tonight to do the exchange?" "He...he what?" "That's right....he's bringing his royal f#ck toy hear, to give in exchange for you..." "But...he can't" "And why is that?" "Because....he'd loose everything he's ever wanted...that he's worked hard for....he wouldn't give that up and let Stolas die" "Clearly, in his eyes, you ARE that important. But I quite frankly don't care, I just want to kill that feathered f#ck and get my money. Now.....the meeting isn't happening for another hour. And it would be a shame to miss out on a chance to....(serenade) a beautiful woman such as yourself" "Don't you dare fucking touch me you creep!" "Oh come on little darlin....I can make you feel things no other man can..."

"Oh please! You have zero chance against Blitz!" "Bl-Blitz? You fucked that imp?!" "Oh yeh, and he ruined me for anyone else. And even if you tried, you would never even come close to being half the man he is in the bedroom. Your a pathetic excuse for an imp!" "Shut the f#ck up!" With one wack of his hand, he hits you so hard in the face that your vision goes blurry, and you spit out blood from where he hit you so hard. He suddenly grabs you by the neck, choking you as he stares at you, evil in his yellow eyes.

"How about I f#ck you infront of Blitz before I kill him huh? When he brings me that bird brain, I'll kill him, the stupid imp couple, that hell hound bitch, and then leave Blitz till last! He can see you go through even more torment before I shoot that f#ckers face off!.....but for now..." He let's go of your throat for just a second before he tears your ropes from your waist and hands, and throws you onto the floor. Struggling, and in so much pain as it is, you couldn't fight back even if you wanted to. His stance above you shadowed the moonlight, you were terrified. "For now it seems I'll just have to show you what happens when you act like a little bitch....I'll make that moterbike crash feel like a walk through a f#cking daisy field!......you did this to yourself you know...." An hour later, the meeting was about to start. Blitz and Stolas were standing in the back part of this disused industrial site, waiting for Striker and you to arrive. They heard a car driving up to them, which came to an abrupt halt just a few feet infront of them. Striker is the one who gets out of the car, pointing an angelic weapon at Blitz and Stolas. "Where is Y/N you mother f#cker!" "Ah ah ah...patience little imp....hand over the bird first" "No! Until we see Y/N, your getting nothing!" "Huh! Fine!" Still pointing the gun, Striker walks around the the back door, and hauls you out of the back, completely and utterly broken. He throws you to the ground, inbetween him, Blitz and Stolas. Stolas looked so worried and scared for you, and Blitz looked utterly heartbroken.

It caused him so much pain and anger to see you like this, how dare he do this too you. "Y/N! Oh shit Y/N I'm so sor-" "Ah ah! Don't go near her Blitz! She's mine for now" "She doesn't belong to you, you c#ck sucking-!" "Oh, but she does...until you hand HIM over...." Blitz couldn't keep his tear filled eyes off you, Striker had beaten you to a pulp. You had two black swollen eyes, blood on your lips, cuts and bruises on your face. You were limp on the ground, barley able to keep your head up or even look at Blitz. The beating you got from Striker had destroyed you, not to mention the other damage you sustained when the moterbike crashed. Tears streamed your face, and Blitz was at a war with himself, deciding weather to hold you in his arms or beat Striker to death.

Striker could see the pain in Blitz's eyes, and he made it worse by aiming the angelic gun, now at you! "I said! HAND HIM OVER!" Blitz looked up at Stolas, and Stolas just simply nodded and started to walk over to Striker. "That's it...nice and steady" Stolas never said a word as he stood close to Striker, the gun now aimed at him instead. "Thank you Blitz, it seemed you ain't so useless after all" "We've made the trade, now let me help her-" "Hmmmm.....wait....on second thought.....how about I just kill you all?" "What?!"

"Oh come on Blitz, you really thought is was gunna be that easy? I'll deal with this bird brain first....then I'll deal with you, and this bitch! But don't worry, I won't kill you straight away....I wanna make you watch her suffer....just a little more..." "You mother fu-" "Awww, it's a shame it had to happen this way Blitz, I thought we could be a really good team" "......You know what?......the only person who's gunna end up dead tonight is you" "What?" "Come on....you really thought it was gunna be this easy for YOU either?" Blitz said with a smirk. Full of rage, Striker fired the gun at Stolas....but it didn't kill him. In fact it went straight through him like he was made of air, how? The moment he did that, this figure of Stolas evaporated, like he was a mirage. "WHAT THE FUCK!? YOU SON OF A-"

Striker swings around, about to take out Blitz instead, but it Blitz's plan was about to take affect. A gun shoots through the air and hit Striker in his shoulder, Millie and Moxie had been hiding behind an old car the whole time! And they had jumped out and started shooting at Striker, in a stand off! This meant Blitz could jump to you and cover you from any gun fire. "Oh sh#t! Y/N! I'm gunna get you out of hear ok?!" "Blitz....you came...." You just about manage to say with the last of your strength, Blitz couldn't bare to see you like this. "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry sweetie! I should have kept you safe! I should have protected you!" You reach out and hold his hand, trying your best to show him that it's ok, and that you understand. He smiles weakly, and kisses your hand. "I'm gunna make sure your safe sweetie" Despite the gun fire in the background, Blitz is gentle as he picks you up in his arms, being as careful as he can with you. You hiss in pain, it's too much. "Shhh shhh it's alright, your gunna be somewhere safe soon. Just hold on" Moments later, a portal opens to the real Stolas on the other side, looking worried. "Oh my! Blitzy, what happened to her?!" "Never mind that now Stolas! Please take her, help her and keep her safe!" "Of course Blitzy" Blitz hands you to Stolas, and he was just as gentle with you as Blitz was. "I'll be back as soon as I can alright? I'm gunna go gake care of that b#stard!"

The last you see of Blitz, Millie, Moxie and Luna is the faint glimpse of them all fighting Striker, right before the portal closes. "Oh my poor sweet Y/N, how could someone do this to you? Just hang in there, I'm taking you to the best hospital there is"

You just about manage to hear him say that, but the pain was over flowing, and your body couldn't stay conscious anymore. The world turned black when your eyes fluttered shut. "Oh my! Y/N? Y/N?!" Hours later, your safely in a hospital bed with Stolas by your side, not leaving you for anything. Thankfully, they had managed to help you, and so did Stolas. He used his book to try out some healing spells on you, that helped with the internal bleeding you had, and got you out of the deadly danger zone. There was only so much the book could do for you though, and that's where the hospital are standing in. The bruising, swelling and pain is being kept under control with pain medication, you unfortunately were still passed out, your poor body had gone through so much, any strength you had, was now gone. About 20 minutes later, Blitz and the others run into the hospital room, out of breath and physically drained. Moxie and Millie collapsed against the wall, Blitz ran straight to you and Luna soon joined too. "Y/N! Is she ok Stolas?! Please tell me she's gunna be alright!" "It's ok Blitzy, she's going to be alright" Luna asked "What injuries did she have?" Stolas takes a breath. "Maybe we should stand outside for a moment?"

He didn't feel comfortable talking about your injuries when you could possibly hear. Blitz was hesitant of leaving you at first, but he knew you were in the best place, and that you were safe. They all stood outside and Stolas explained what you had gone through. It seemed any injury you could have sustained, you did. You had been assulted by Striker to within an inch of your life, which caused broken ribs, broken wrist, cracked ankle and your body was covered in bruising from head to toe. You had also suffered even worse damage from the moterbike crash. Nerve damage and a ruptured spleen, which was thankfully dealt with quickly and efficiently thanks to Stolas's book. It was no wonder you had been in so much pain, pretty much nothing on you had been untouched. Blitz collapsed to the floor when hearing this, he hid his face in his hands as the angry and guilt filled tears poured out of him. The poor guy blamed himself for what happened to you, he blamed himself for everything bad that had happened to people he loved or cared about. Including what happened in the circus years ago, he felt like a curse. "Blitzy, it's ok. She's going to make it" "But look at what she's gone through! I couldn't-I couldn't help her!" "Oh but you did Blitzy....she was in danger and you saved her. She's now in hospital, and she's safe again" "But for how long?! We couldn't....." "You couldn't what?" Moxie clears his throat. "Striker got away...we couldn't k#ll him. Which means he is still a danger to you and Y/N" Stolas takes a breath to steady himself, then he says. "I....I see....But...There is danger everywhere you look. We're in hell! Of course there will be! But me and Y/N are both safe, and I know that she is going to be ok once she's herself again. Blitzy? Blitzy look at me"

Still teary eyed, he looks up at Stolas. "Y/N is going to be ok....and your to thank for that. Now....at this moment, she needs you. Why don't you go and sit with her? I can see you need to be with her"

Wiping his cheeks, Blitz stands up and steadied his breath. He wanted to be calm before going into see you, he needed to be. He walked in, where Stolas talks to the others who are still in the hall. "Are you all alright?" "Yes your majesty" "Are any of you hurt?" "A few cuts hear and there, but nothing we can't handle" Millie says with a smile, she was a tough cookie. Luna runs her hand through her hair as she speaks. "I'm fine, I bit that b#stard in the arm before he got away. But I'm good" "Oh thank goodness. And, what about Blitzy? He seems..." "He's just worried about Y/N, your majesty" Moxie says. "He's been so worried about her ever since she never turned up for work. Knowing Blitz, he isn't going to leave that room for a while" "I do believe your right" Moxie and Millie tell Luna and Stolas that they are going to go and grab some clothes from your flat for you, and they will be back a little later. And Luna heads in the direction of the hospital canteen, she thought everyone could do with something to eat or drink. Stolas was now left by himself, he leant against the door of your room, and observed Blitz sitting beside you. He was in pieces. In the room, you lie there, pale, bruised and totally lifeless, poor Blitz couldn't control his tears. "I'm...I'm so sorry Y/N....for everything. F#cking christ! Why do I f#ck up everyone whose closest to me? Barbie, Fizz...and now you...I don't deserve you as a friend, or even more than that to be truthful. Any imp would beg to have a woman like you...and I can't even....oh f#ck!" He couldn't contain it anymore, and burst out into tears, hiding his face away from the world. The pain and guilt he felt for you was overwhelming.

He suddenly felt a warm hand on his shoulder, making him turn to see who it was. "Blitzy.....I'm so sorry..." He couldn't speak word, the tears just kept coming, and Stolas just sat beside him, holding him by his shoulders gently as he let all that pain out. "When I find that f#cker-" "Striker shouldn't be your priority now Blitzy...she should be" "Your right, your right I...damn it I just don't know what I can do for her Stolas. What do I do?" "Anything you think will help her....comfort her when she wakes up, talk gently to her, reassure her that she's going to be alright" "She will be! Because I ain't gunna let anyone hurt her ever again!" "I believe you Blitzy, she is lucky to have you by her side....I'm going to give my daughter a call, I have to pick her up from her mothers home tonight. Are you going to be alright hear?" "Yeh, I'll be fine. I'm not leaving her" "Alright Blitzy, I'll come by tomorrow to check on the both of you, ok?" Stolas gently pats Blitz on the back before leaving the room, so now it's just you and Blitz. "I hope you wake up soon Y/N...I can't bare to see you like this" A knock at the door alerts Blitz, like he is expecting danger. "Chill out Blitz, it's just me" "Oh! I'm sorry Loony...I guess I'm a little on edge" "Yeh no sh#t. Hear, I got you somethin" "Thank you Loony" She hands Blitz a bottle of drink and a sandwich, but he just plays with it in his hands. "Hows she doing?" "She isn't awake yet. I don't know when she will be" "The doctor told me outside that she may be hear for a few weeks, but thanks to Stolas, she's gunna recover a lot better than anticipated" Blitz nods, still a little teary eyed. Luna couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Taking a seat beside him, she gave his hand a quick squeeze, but then let go again. "She'll be ok dad" "Thanks Loony....your the best daughter anyone could ask for" She looked away the second he said that, trying to hide her cute little puppy dog eyes, that was very corny, but one of the nicest things he has said to her. And he is always trying to be sweet to her.

The sound of the beeping monitor started to make you stir from your drowsiness, your vision started to brighten and unblur, and the moment your eyes completely opened, you saw Blitz and Luna sat beside you.

"Blitz?" You ask in a quiet and groggy voice. "Y/N! Oh thank satan! Your awake!" He shouts cheerfully as he leans in to hug you. "Hhsss! Ouch!" "Oh! F#ck! Sorry sorry! I should have been a little more gentle" "Don't worry, it's ok" Silly Blitz just smiled happily and held your hand, Luna asked you "So Y/N? How you feelin?" "Like sh#t, that has been run over by a truck" "Seems about right, heh. I could always smuggle you some vodka to help ease the stress?" Blitz looked at her in utter shock. "Loony!" "What? Are you really gunna sit there and tell me that drinking vodka hasn't helped you with pain in the past?" "Well....I....touche!" You giggle, Blitz couldn't exactly deny that when Luna asked. "I'm fine thanks Luna, whatever the nurses are pumping into me, seems to be doing the trick. Are you guys all ok? Where are Moxie and Millie? Where's Stolas? And what the hell happened when you came to find me?" "M&M went to get you some of your things, Stolas is fine, and on the phone to his kid. And, yeh....I suppose we owe you an explanation for what happened. I'll try to sum it up as best as I can. So when Striker left that message for us, he wanted Stolas in exchange for you. So Loony had an idea, and we spoke to Stolas at his castle. Turns out that book can do loads of other cool sh#t besides take us to the living world! Anyway, Stolas suggested we do a spell where it looks like he's beside us, until the very last moment, making Striker think he's actualy there! And Lonny suggested that we ambush Striker when he brought you out, and Stolas could teleport you away while we dealt with him! We knew that you would be in no position to fight, the best thing to do was to get you out of there as quickly as possible"

"And that's why you stayed behind? Gave me to Stolas so you could k#ll Striker?" "Well...believe me Y/N we all did our best at the time! But that slippery f#cker managed to get away! Again! But trust me, none of us are gunna let him go near you again" "He's still out there? Does that mean he want to still k#ll stolas?" "Yeh, but that ain't gunna happen either, I promise" You just smile, seeing how serious he was about the whole thing, it was definitely a lot to take in when hearing their plan to get you back. You were just glad to be back with your friends again, and not in half as much pain as before. "Hey Y/N, you'll be happy to know that Striker didn't get away easily" "He didn't? Why? What did you do Luna?" "We all pretty much f#cked him up real good. And I even bit him!" "Nice, was it his head?" "I tried, but the pr#ck was too fast" You both chuckle, Luna was definitely not someone to f#ck with. "I can see Millie pulling up with Moxie, I'm gunna go see them and have a cigarette. I'll be back soon" "Alright Loony" Once Luna left the room, Blitz squeezes your hand a little more, and you can see the pain he still holds. "Blitz...it's ok" "Ok?...Y/N your in a hospital, beaten and-" "But you saved me, you all saved me. I'm not being held by Striker anymore" "I know, I know but-" "But nothing Blitz, please? I can see the guilt in your eyes, but you have nothing to feel guilty about. I'm safe now because of you, and that's the end of it. Ok?" "Heh...how can you be so positive when your in this state?" "Is it because I'm awesome?" "Ha! F#ck yeh!......Look, I promise I will keep you safe from him ok?" "I know Blitz, I believe you"

Smiling happily at you, he means over and gives you a kiss on tne forhead, he ws so cute. "How long did the doctor say I was gunna be in hear for?" "Uhh? I think about 3 weeks" "3 weeks? I'm not sure I'm gunna be able to last that long" "Without what?" "Without being back in your office" "You've got to be kidding me! Your thinking about going back to work?! Your gunna put your health at risk to help us-" "Blitz" "What?!" "When I said about being back in your office.....that's not quite what I meant....." "Huh? What do you-Ooooh! Oh you mean (that). I get it now, god I'm such a f#cking idiot sometimes-woh woh wait wait wait! Seriously? You....you still wanna...with me?" "Of course Blitz, why would you think would change my mind?" "I-I dont know? I just guessed...you wouldn't. And come on! Your thinking about THAT in your state!" "Yeh well, I'm not gunna be in this state forever am I?" "I...suppose you make a good point. So....you wanna little piece of me? When you feel a little better?" "Maybe I will...." His sexy chuckle always made you feel wanted, especially when he leaned over and started kissing you so f#cking well. You've missed the taste of his lips, god damn. "Mmm, I cant wait to-" Suddenly there is a knock at the door, and Moxie and Millie walk in, holding a bag of your things. "Oh sh#t! Hey M&M! I didn't know you were back yet?" "We were just talking to Luna outside sir" "Well, he says talking. Luna threatened to kick him in the nuts if he asked her how she was"

Millie said in an amused way. "Awww, that's my Loony!" "Seriously sir? You'll let your adoptive daughter talk to me like that?" "Yeh, I don't really care Mox. Anyway! Look who's awake!" Millie and Moxie greet you with a hug and kind words, asking how you are feeling and what they could do to help. The afternoon went by so quickly, you hadn't even realised it was now the end of the day, and Moxie and Millie were going to head home. "Hey Blitz, Millie said she'll drop me back at the flat on her way home with Moxie. I'll see you later" "Awww ok Loony, thanks for taking her Mills" "it's no problem Blitz, see you tomorow you two" They all say their goodbyes, then it was just you and Blitz left in the hospital room. "I'm confused" "Why?" They left, and your still hear. Why didn't you go with them?" "Oh please! You really think I'm gunna leave you buy yourself? F#ck that shit!" He pulls in a fold out chair from the hallway, and puts it beside you. "Blitz, you dont have to stay over night with me, you can go home" "You ain't making me change my mind, I want to stay, and keep an eye on you" "Blitz that's.....that's very sweet. Thank you" Sitting on the end of the bed with you, he smiles warmly, happy your feeling better. "You tired yet?" "No, but to be fair I think I was passed out for long enough" "Yeh that's true, the last time I was passed out for longer than you were, I think it was a night and day long rave at one of Mamons gigs" "Mamon? That #sshole that Fizz works for?" "Yeh that's the one" "Are you tired Blitz?" "Me? Nah I'm fine. Don't feel tired at all. Why?.....ooohhhh! Do you want a little.....attention?" "If your gunna suggest a f#ck, I'm not sure I can even move properly. Especially with the damage I've got" "Well not a f#ck, maybe a little foreplay? No, I'm sorry that's stupid of me. Your in a bad state" "In too bad a state for s#x yes, but maybe...." "Maybe what?" "Just a little makeout?" "Aww your too cute!" "Blitz! I am not cute!" "Oh yes you are! Your f#cking adorable!" Giggling at him, you just playfully push his arm. But he does slide beside you on your bed and holds you a little closer, with one hand already resting on your cheek. "I'm more than happy to makeout with you....those lips can be damn addictive..." "Is that the reason you bit one of them when we were in the office?" "Hell yeh! Can you blame me?! Now come hear gorgeous...let me make you feel good for a while....I can be whatever you want me to be...." "Oh! Can you be my personal slave?" "Don't push it sh#t tits! Haha!"

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TLG: E08 'Live'blog

Welcome to 2025! I am still on this train! Next stop: a Byers-centric ep!

TL;DR - This ep. This ep...we got the hurt/comfort. We got protective!Jimmy and Jimmy-Byers friendship. We got the 'sneaking into a prison' trope done EXCELLENTLY. This might be my fave so far because when I said Byers-centric, I was so right...my boy... ;-;

Oooh, big ship!

Langly I love your outfit! When did you get your shirt bestie

Frohike, down boy.

We stan a man who keeps his mind on the job tho

BASEBALL CAP BYERS!!!

Elvis impersenator?

Please say it isn't. Who I think it is. Please.

Actually? Get it Jimmy. You're pretty good.

Not the fingerprint being 'read' by the screen lmao

Wait they thought this was a legit Elvis??? Dafuq?

Mic flip???

However. It does clearly show us that that mic is missing an XLR cable so. Hm.

F*ck.

Credits B)

He's still wearing the wig lolll

Byers I love you. Nothin in particular that this comment goes with I just love him

"I'm starting to think that maybe Elvis is really dead" Lmaooo

Is that the French Attache guy from the last ep?

Langly having a fight or flight moment

Jimmy's smile is nice! :)

Byers proper smile moment (rare!)

Actually I don't think it is the French Attache but he's certainly been in something TXF-related before

Your OUTLAW son?

A Team reference!

Are we going to get our own 'sneak into prison dressed as an inmate' ep? ��

Byers putting a Thomas Jefferson quote into the mix for no reason

Jimmy's going in?

Wait why is Byers undressing. And what's with the cuffs

Texas?

Byers AND Jimmy!

Wait they put them straight on DEATH ROW what the f*ck???

Byers,,,

Ohhh I feel a panic attack fic coming on

I bet this guy kills the cockroach

Called it

Jimmy :(

And they are breaking into a burger place because...?

He had a silent alarm in a burger joint???

"Take my word for it! Pfeifer is absolutely a murderer!" Ah yes. That surely sounds trustworthy.

"He don't? Uh, uh..." Getting into character lmao

EXACTLY Yves. Glad you're here to put some sense into them.

Femenine wiles lol

Wait Byers. Byers. Wait. Byers

"You're not the fighting type." / "I won't have to be." Whump-lovers dream scenario coming up I fear

HE'S MY B*TCH???

PROTECTIVE JIMMY YESSS

Also he's in cell DR-007 lol

Byers.

Get! It! Yves!!!

Not the bubblegum and everything lmao

BYERS NOOO

"Where's John?" 🥺😭

Jimmy is just completely entranced lol

"I miss you baby..." / "Yeah? Oh!" They are made for eachother

Jimmy stop.

THE GUARD LMAOOO

Oh nice move

Peebo.

He broke his f*cking arm?

Byers nooo. My boy :(

Steady on Pfeifer damn

Oh yeah like he'll be able to wear that unobtrusively. Tf???

Aw f*ck.

Alright so what do we reckon Byers and Jimmy are '''in for'''

The lawyer!

The way they're showing us (the audience) this over-ear display absolutely rocks

Wait so Byers got whumped for NOTHING?

Jimmy look out!

Is the mom involved somehow?

They're sleeping on camp beds in their motel base...

Bet you it's not Yves

CALLED IT

LANGLY you need to get better at hiding things

You're actually being pretty cute in this scene tho ngl

"She's agreed to marry me!" WHAT IS THAT COVER STORY

Yes Yves. Toad boyyy

He's outside. He's outside!

Jimmy, don't trust this man.

He wants to farm cockroaches. (Different man)

Wait how is Byers' arm ok

Bro take the damn smoke.

Yes Byers!!!

Turn those puppy eyes on, damnnn

Ah yes. Prison officers

Why didn't we get a Byers + Frohike and Langly reunion??? He's been hurt, hello???

What's with the cowboy hats in the waiting room lol

Tell him!

They're rangers?!

Yeeeah! Happy Elvis montage!

Not 'Roach Rescue' 💀

Don't slap my boy lady your son literally did it

Something about how Byers just stands there in the rain and Jimmy walks over and covers him with the umbrella. My heart...

HUG!? 🥺

THIS EPISODE oh my god. Oh my goddd

#as always i turn to tlg when im feeling down #what am i going to do when this runs out...#however for today. this ep SLAPS yall #s01e08 #maximum byers #the lone gunmen #the scientist speaks

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smokeybrandreviews · 9 months ago

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Faerie Tales

I am in full Fate/Grand Order mode right now and it's paying off nicely. I think. It's an odd thing to juggle three mobile titles (FGO, Azur Lane, and Ever Crisis), Baldur's gate 3, Persona 3 Reload, and my millionth run at Mass Effect Legendary. I got too many games on my plate right now. I feel like i should pull back on something but, at the same time, nah? Like, P3R is my sh*t and i am absolutely in love with BG3. I dunno, maybe I'll reassess eventually but my crippling gaming addiction has only a nebulous effect on my choice to continue grinding through the admittedly frustrating and horrifically pay-walled world of the Grand Orders. I do it because i shill hard for Nasu and have for actual decades. Plus, some of the stories are really cool. F*cking Avalon le Fae was peak Type Moon and i cannot wait until the Dragon Slayer money runs out so they have UFOtable animate that sh*t. Interestingly enough, the Faeries are kind of why I'm even writing this update.

Yo, i popped Barghest! Tam Lin Gawain is easily my favorite of the Faerie Knights. I mean, Melusine is but Barghest is definitely right there with her. Of the newer Servants released since i lost my first account, She ranks right up there in the top ten. Actually, i think she was number nine. Albion was number one, but making it into that top ten is a feat in of itself. Dozens of dope ass servants were added in my years long hiatus and the Black Dog made it to the top of the top. It just kind of blows she's a Saber. I'm lousy with Sabers. A good portion of my Five-Stars are Sabers. Like, i already have Mordred, she will NEVER leave my party, and Artoria. They are powerhouses in their own right but i also have Okita and Altera as back up. That's four Five-Star Sabers. Where the f*ck does my Hellhound even fit? Still, i am mad hype to pop her off the Artoria Caster Banner, because i did it with some bullsh*t Summon Tickets! Pretty sure i got Artoria doing that, too, but that's not why I'm happy.

You see, that Caster Banner is part of the Twenty Million Downloads campaign. Also [art of that, are two special summon tickets, one for a Four-Star Craft Essence and the other for a Four-Star Servant. I was going to use that ticket on Barghest, even though i already have a ton of Sabers. That's how much i like the character. Popping her off that banner allows me to choose a different Servant now, one that i actually need. I have one Avenger and it's Hessian Lobo. That guy sucks. I mean, it's fine, but it ain't Demon Nobu. However, there is another Four-Star Avenger who i had on my old account. An Avenger that happens to be a Medusaface, and we all know how much of a sucker i am for Medusa. Not only did i get a Barghest on one of the most improbable ways possible, but i was able to outright choose Gorgon! I was able to secure a much need Avenger option AND the Black Dog I've wanted since Avalon was released! Honestly, I wish I had one more of those free tickets. I'm set on Gorgon, for sure, but Lancer Artoria Alter is an option, too, and she's kind of my favorite Artoria. There's just something about an Alter which really does it for me.

I'm actually really very pleased with this account right now. Sucks I'm still missing a ton of Servants that i want, but progress is being made. I mentioned in my last update i was able to finally acquire Anastasia but, since then, I've also added Ivan the Terrible, Anne Bonny and Marie Reed, Assassin Okita, and Lakshmibai. These are all solid additions, even though they aren't necessarily Servants i would personally choose for myself. I mean, Ivan is, that gigantic motherf*cker is a powerhouse, but considering i don't run at FGO Banners like i do Azur Lane ones, the fact that i have any Five-Stars is kind of a blessing. Obviously, my Mordred is coming along nicely. I've been able to both unlock and max out her second Append Skill, while grinding away at the monumental task of getting that eleventh Bond Level. Right now, that's the current quest. Oh, somehow, i was able to naturally roll a second Mordred so she's got a level two Noble Phantasm now. Just three to go! I'm just chipping away, man. Slowly but surely, I'll have my max Mordred.

#Fate #Fate/Grand Order #Type Moon #Barghest #Gorgon

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kitkatwinchester · 2 years ago

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YOU'VE GOT NOTHING, B*TCH!!!

And THIS is why Garrett said you shouldn't try!!

"Because a whole pack of Alphas went after McCall, and he was the one left standing."

Because he's F*CKING SCOTT MCCALL!!!!

AND HE'S NOT JUST ANY ALPHA!

HE'S A F*CKING TRUE ALPHA!!!

And he is the Alpha of the MOST LOYAL PACK in EXISTENCE!!

Because the McCall Pack CANNOT BE BEAT!!

And Scott McCall CANNOT BE BEAT!!!

WHY DO YOU THINK HE'S WORTH THE MOST MONEY, HUH?! (At least, I'm assuming, because I'm pretty sure no one else at this rate is gonna beat 25 MILLION--although let's not sleep on Lydia being not far behind with that 20 million, because LYDIA MARTIN <3.)

Because he's the HARDEST TO KILL!

BECAUSE HE'S SCOTT F*CKING MCCALL!!

TRUE ALPHA OF THE MCCALL PACK!!!

YOU'VE GOT NOTHING, B*TCH!!

...anyways.

I WAS RIGHT ABOUT GARRETT! (Evil vibes.)

AND I WAS RIGHT ABOUT BRETT!! (Werewolf.)

AND I WAS RIGHT ABOUT PARRISH!!! (Definitely something.)

AND I WAS RIGHT ABOUT THE KEY WORDS!!!! (People we've lost.)

But...I think that's all I'm gonna be right about for the foreseeable future, because I am out of predictions, and I have NO idea who The Benefactor could be.

None.

No idea who would be able to keep track of all of the supernaturals in Beacon Hills this well and be this technologically and supernaturally connected and be quick and clever enough to steal money from the Hale vault.

Mostly because all of the people that I think are capable of that are in the McCall Pack and therefore (likely--I know we're still missing a list) on the list.

I also thought Kate was involved, but she's on List #2 (...as is Kira's mom, I just noticed, so that sucks), so that's out of the question.

Speaking of Kate, god, when Araya was yelling at Chris to say the code, I was soooo hoping that he was gonna speak Allison's code instead. Especially after she said "say it for your daughter, Allison". Like, I know he's mad and hurting and probably has a lot of mixed emotions about Kate, but the POWER MOVE it would've been to have Araya say that and to have Chris say "We protect those who cannot protect themselves."

I hope he does say it later, 'cause that would be awesome and would make me love him even more.

But, regardless, I love him, and I trust his mixed emotions to sort themselves out and do the right thing in the end, because we need to figure out how to save Derek's powers.

I feel like these Season 4 episodes have seriously been so solid so far. Like, this one was a lot more set-up in a lot of ways, but as a result, it was also a lot of puzzle pieces coming together, and the filmography and editing and emotion that was done with that was spot-on, and it really made for an incredible episode.

I REALLY love Season 4 so far, and I'm so excited to keep going (especially because I'm now two episodes away from an episode @slice-of-magenta told me has an amazing Sciles moment in it and I am PUMPED. XD <3 <3 <3 <3)

Anyways BAD*SS TRUE ALPHA SCOTT F*CKING MCCALL ALL DAY LONG!!! <3 <3 <3

(TRY US B*TCH! YOU GOT NOTHING ON TRUE ALPHA SCOTT MCCALL!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3)

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dramioneasks · 3 months ago

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Hi,

Hope you're having a good day! Can you please help me find a fic?

Here's what I remember:

I read it I think on AO3 or ffnet - I think it was ffnet as I haven't downloaded the fic.

Major character deaths: I think Harry and Ron are dead.

Pretty sure Ginny is still alive.

I think that Hermione was a Healer for the Order in this fic.

It's not Manacled or some of the more popular memory loss fics. Quite an underrated fic.

It's a pretty short fic, and quite dark.

Hermione is living in like a garden or something. I think she's trapped in her own mind, in one of the few safe spots left in her mind.

Ivy was mentioned - I think she interacted with ivy-versions of people she knew and loved (Maybe?). She got mad and yelled at the ivy figures to go away.

Pretty sure she interacts with ivy-figures of her parents and does gardening (??) with them?

I think at one point she gets upset because she realises her parents aren't actually alive, and they sort of "fade" into the ground??

Draco is either working for the Order or is just a general Auror. He's a good guy.

I think he keeps visiting her in her mind (though I don't think she knows that she's in her own mind) because there's something she can't remember: the identity of the last horcrux.

She keeps seeing a snake in her garden.

Eventually she realises that the "awake" version of her would have made a way for her to remember what the horcrux was, even if she couldn't remember anything else. --> She remembers that the snake is the last horcrux.

I am pretty sure that Draco goes away, comes back and hugs her at the end, saying something like "You were right, it was the f*cking snake."

I think Draco sees Hermione at one point while she is on the roof of her house. He looks up at her and asks what she's doing OR tells her to get down from the roof?

Remus Lupin is mentioned in the fic. Hermione keeps interacting with an (ivy)-figure of him.

She remembers that early on in the war he came to her bedroom in the Burrow and SA'd her. He thought she was Tonks. Then he sobs and says something like, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Near the end of the fic she realises she must escape her memories/mind.

Draco later shows her outside the garden of her mind and she sees the rest of the landscape has been destroyed. Voldermort has destroyed the rest of her mind.

I am pretty sure the last few lines of the fic had Draco saying something like, "Are you ready to meet them again?" And Hermione sobs, saying something like "I don't remember any of them."

But then Draco says "Lucky for you, you get to meet them again.

Thank you very much for your help!

Anyone?

#anonymous #unresolved fic search #character death: harry #character death: ron #ginny #hermione: healer #dark fic #psychological trauma #gardening #au #magical creatures #horcruxes #remus #abuse and assault [hermione]#tw: rape #non con

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smokeybrand · 9 months ago

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Faerie Tales

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bb-e3rie · 3 years ago

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song affirmations that can be used for manifesting:

i am healthy, i am wealthy, i am rich, i am that b*tch, i am gonna go get that bag and i am not gonna take your sh*t, i am protected, well respected, i’m a (king), i’m a dream, i do what i wanna do, and i’m who i wanna be cause i am me. —i am by yung baby tate (ft. flo milli)

i am not seeking approval, i’m #1, i tell b*tches what to do. —cocky af by megan thee stallion

bad b*tch, that’s me, that b*tch, that’s me, game b*tch, that’s me, lame b*tch, not me. —i bring me by star cast

i walk around like that b*tch, cause i am that. —like that b*tch by flo milli

(my) body right don’t need no work, work, work. —i am by yung baby tate (ft. flo milli)

who’s your momma and your daddy, is they rich like me? —madonna by star cast

i’m the boss, i’m the king, pick a team, pick a team yeah. —madonna by star cast

b*tch i look good and you know that. —cocky af by megan thee stallion

i’m a f*cking black barbie, pretty face, perfect body. —black barbies by nicki minaj and mike will made-it.

yuh, (i’m) sexy af, i look in the mirror i’m madly in love. —cocky af by megan thee stallion

boy you know i look good af. —flawless (remix) by beyoncé (ft. nicki minaj)

i think i should be in museums, cause this body a masterpiece. —sex talk by megan thee stallion

i’m a bad b*tch, don’t let em tell you that i’m average. —in the party by flo milli

damn it i, damn it i, damn it i look good. —look but don’t touch by serayah

her boyfriend in my dms saying “ooh i need your fine a*ss” —like that b*tch by flo milli

i’m fine af and they all sexy too —cocky af by megan thee stallion

b*tch you know I'm poppin' you just hatin' 'cause I'm fine ho*e —cocky af by megan thee stallion

cause i got a (perfect) waist, pretty face, with a big bank —mean by $not (ft. flo milli)

i’m sexy and i know it —sexy and i know it by lmfao

i’m naturally sexy —cocky af by megan thee stallion

and ain't no competition to me, girl i always seem to win —not friendly by flo milli

you know I'm the hottest, you ain't ever gotta heat me up —body by megan thee stallion

my body's perfect, bitch i’m perfect —she for keeps by quality control, quavo, and nicki minaj

i'm the bad bitch that all the bad bitches fuck with —she for keeps by quality control, quavo, and nicki minaj

i’m the (king), i’ve got the crown —not friendly by flo milli

i’m flawless —flawless (remix) by beyoncé (ft. nicki minaj)

i’m the sh*t, i’m the sh*t, i’m the sh*t, i’m the sh*t —flawless (remix) by beyoncé (ft. nicki minaj)

i’m a bad b*tch, i ain’t never been a mixed breed —up all night by drake (ft. nicki minaj)

motherf*ckers know I'm the shit, legit —i’m legit by nicki minaj (ft. ciara)

i’m the boss, do what i say do —not friendly by flo milli

i am the captain, they do what i do —cocky af by megan thee stallion

i know a sexy motherf*cker like myself might offend some —tina montana by megan thee stallion

b*tch, I'm the sh*t and then some —tina montana by megan thee stallion

this ain't no motherf*ckin' race 'cause I been won —tina montana by megan thee stallion

bitch, I'm the hottest the f*ck is you sayin' —tina montana by megan thee stallion

i’m so confident —comme des garçons (like the boys) by rima sawayama

but i’m a boss b*tch, who you gonna leave me for? —taki taki by dj snake (with selena gomez, ozuna, & cardi b)

i’m a whole rich b*tch and i work like i’m broke still —taki taki by dj snake (with selena gomez, ozuna, & cardi b)

still got, still got all eyes on me —cash race by tinashe

look at they faces, they know that i’m more than amazing, i know i’m the sh*t, i’m sure i’m the sh*t, cause most of these b*tches is basic —cash race by tinashe

couple bands in my prada bag, making moves I ain't gotta brag, what I need I ain't gotta ask —cash race by tinashe

temporary, that's never rare-y, i’m necessary, yeah, i am that b*tch —have mercy by chlöe

he love my confidence and that's what you lack —beef flomix by flo milli

you got a fet¡sh for my love, i push you out and you come right back, don’t see a point in blaming you, if i were you i’d do me too —fet¡sh by selena gomez

i’m the sh*t, i know i’m the sh*t, yeah i’m super lit —throw a fit by tinashe

(my) face is picture-perfect, (my) body is on ten —i can see the future by tinashe

paparazzi on me ‘cause they know that i’m a star —hopscotch by tinashe

*updated nov 10th*

*you can change the pronouns to your liking*

also, thanks for 200 followers, i’ve had this account for over a year, but i never really used it until like a week or two ago and i’ve already grown this much already, thank you guys truly!!

two months later (september 30th) and i’m already over 2k, thank you guys!!

my self-concept playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5b3eRsr90SNLeOk9XY4PWE?si=ISsea1txTMSnaVEm5_Kc2Q&dl_branch=1

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rosestar722 · 3 years ago

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I can't help loving you [Jeff the Killer x reader] Part 1

Hello, everyone! I'm Evelyn, and those who don't know who I am, nice to meet you! To those who do(or have read my Camilo Madrigal x reader series) welcome back! As I said, Melinoe is going to be back! Her entire story is going to be changed, but her personality and powers still remain.

Ok I'll stop talking and get to the story.

Topic: Jeff x reader

Chapters: Part 2, [To be edited]

Warnings: blood, swearing, cursing, jealousy

Notes: This might be a bit confusing, but if you have any questions I'll be there to answer them!

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'It isn't fair.' You thought, staring at the girl unconscious on the medical bed.

'Why does she suddenly get all the attention?' You thought angrily.

Ever since Slenderman found her in the woods, everyone's attention was on her.

Sure, she was pretty heavily damaged.

But no matter how much you told that to yourself you always find yourself being jealous of her.

Everyone's topic was on her nowadays.

That girl this... That girl that.

It enraged you to no end.

You wanted to slaughter her, right here right now but decided against it.

EJ had given you the job of watching over the girl and tending to her.

You didn't want to break your best friend's promise.

So you controlled yourself.

Deciding to distract yourself with something else other than your jealousy, you looked at her.

She had long pink hair that fell down her back, straight as a ruler along with bangs that reached her eyebrows.

She was the definition of gorgeous, looking like she was a character straight out of an anime movie.

There were glowing pink holes that adorned her face as if she ate an LED light and couldn't get it out.

Come think of it, you couldn't help but ponder the possibility that she died from trying to swallow an LED light.

You couldn't help but chuckle at the thought.

From time to time, the glow inside of her would flicker, and the faint glow from her hair would become dimmer.

You sighed.

How could you ever compare to her, someone as perfect as her?

"EJ, ya in there?" A raspy voice yelled outside, furiously banging their hand on the door.

"EJ's out. Come in." You yelled back, knowing who it perfectly was.

The ever-smiling killer walked in.

If you had a heart, it would be flying out of your chest.

No matter how many people told you that Jeff was a merciless killer, he never failed to impress and charm you.

He was quirky, unafraid of expressing his true emotions, and funny to say the least.

You found yourself falling for him the moment you first laid your eyes on him.

Nobody knew about this, except EJ who knew you well enough.

"Slendy wants us down there for dinner, doll." He said, standing at the frame of the door.

"What about her?" You asked, gesturing to the lifeless girl lying on the medical bed.

"Yeah, Yeah," Jeff said, waving it off. "She'll be fine."

Grabbing your wrist, he pulled you out of your stool and onto your feet.

"It's not like she'll go f*cking bonkers or anything." Jeff laughed, dragging you outside and slamming the door behind him.

You thought about it, then decided to listen to him.

"Fine. But if anything happens to the girl it's your fault." You said seriously.

He grumbled.

"Whatever."

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When everyone settled down and started to eat, you couldn't help but ask Slenderman a question that has been stuck on your mind for quite some time.

"Slenderman?" You piped up, looking at the faceless man.

"Yes, my child?" He asked you.

"How did the girl up there die?"

Slenderman paused his actions for a moment.

"Why do you ask?" His staticky voice replied you.

"Because she looks like she's swallowed an LED light." You said matter-of-factly.

Everyone on the table erupted in laughter, besides Jack, who suddenly turned murderous.

"My child, she is not dead." Slenderman states. "She is a wight."

"A white what?" You ask, confused.

Jane laughed at your reaction.

"Y/N, it's W-I-G-H-T. A ghost-like entity of a sort, acting like a reaper." She informs you.

"Oh." You said when another question popped up into your mind. "Then if she isn't dead, how is she a wight when wights are supposedly dead?"

"When a wight has a child," Ben said, never looking up from his game.

"Whose child is she then? There aren't as many wights, are there?" You asked, still curious about the girl's origins.

"Gabrielle and Damien the wight," EJ growled, gripping his fork so hard that it has the marks of his steel-like grip on the fork.

Slenderman sighed.

"We had a wight amongst our ranks some time ago. Then-"

"They took her." EJ hissed, a murderous aura so strong that could rival Slenderman's.

"F*cking calm down, EJ. Besides-" Jeff started, but EJ cut him off.

"HOW CAN I?!" He roared. "SHE MIGHT BE DEAD FOR ALL I KNOW!"

He ran up the stairs, and everyone could hear him slam the door from the dining table.

An awkward silence filled the room.

"I'll go and see if he's okay." You said, deciding to break the silence.

You walked up to his room, gently knocking on the door.

"EJ? Can I come in?" You whisper softly, knowing that his demonical senses could pick her voice up.

He grunted in return, and you took that as a yes.

You opened the door, wincing as it creaked loudly.

The room was dark, but you could make out his figure sitting on the bed with his back faced towards you, hunched over something in his hand, mask resting by his side.

You silently closed the door behind you, taking a seat beside him.

"Hey," You started softly, "You okay?"

He nodded, staring at the photograph in his hands.

You took a closer look.

It was of a young girl, 17-18 years old, smiling brightly at the camera. And beside her, was no other than EJ.

She had blue hair that reached just above her shoulders that emitted a blue light.

Her empty sockets had a blue light residing in them, along with holes along with her mouth.

Even though nobody told you anything, you knew that she was a wight.

"I-I liked her." He said defeated. "And they took her."

"But you must have found her, right?" You asked.

He shook his head.

"They were too fast. Too powerful. I was unable to find her." He said.

You couldn't find anything to say.

"I've failed her." He whispered, and you could hear the sadness in his voice.

"Don't say that to yourself." You said encouragingly to him.

He smiled a bit at your words, but that smile lasted only for a second before it completely disappears.

"I'm going to check on the girl." You said, getting up from your seat.

He nodded.

When you opened the door, you noticed that something was wrong.

You walked closer to the girl lying on the bed, and you saw what was wrong.

The glow that her body emitted was flickering fiercely, getting dimmer by the second.

But the scariest part was that she was bleeding.

The girl had a slash on her chest, and it was leaking pink blood uncontrollably.

The liquid ran from her chest to her fingers and was slowly dripping onto the floor.

You took a step closer until you felt something sticky on the bottom of your foot.

You looked down and was met with a pool of blood.

Your terrified scream echoed throughout the mansion.

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So, how was it? I had a motivation for this, and this was how it turned out. It's a bit of EJ x reader for this right now, but I assure you in the next 1-2 chapters will be Jeff x readers.

If you want to request something or someone to appear in part 2 just message me and I'll see if it is applicable to the original story!

Stay tuned for part 2(might come out tomorrow)!

Word count: 1,182 words

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yourladystar · 3 years ago

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Fire Emblem Warriors Three Hopes- New Trailer Analysis

Can I start by saying how f*cking ludicrous my timing is? I, just yesterday, posted my tier list for the FEW characters, and today I woke up to find a new trailer for Three Hopes just dropped. If you think I planned this in the slightest, you are sorely overestimating me.

Anyway, this trailer gave me a lot of material, and it's time to dig in.

Right off the bat, the very first thing they showed threw me for a loop. After almost two months of us thinking we got the premise of this game, they just come out saying, "Hey, you know that purple-haired guy you all thought was the villain? Well, sike! They're the protagonist and Byleth is the villain!" Like

What?!

Huh. I guess "Warriors-style spinoffs being an AU of the original game" is becoming a thing now.

But, honestly, this is probably the best thing about this game so far. Taking the designated protagonist and turning them into an antagonist and giving the spotlight to a new character is absolutely ingenious. Especially because, again they kept us in the dark about this for almost two months. I was already hyped for this game, but now I'm practically impatient for it to release. The moment it becomes available for preorder, I'm getting it.

Speaking of our new protagonist, Shez, they seem pretty interesting. It doesn't seem like they're taking Byleth's place as a professor, they seem to be more like a wandering mercenary who teams up with the house leaders because they have bad blood with Byleth. We still don't know the details of this game's story so I can't be sure of what Shez's deal is, but I'm looking forward to finding out more. I mean, the fact that they actually talk already puts them above Byleth. And even though I like the male design better, I will be playing this as the female because if this game does have s-supports, I am not missing out on Dimitri!

And I guess that transitions to the lords well enough. We do still have the split paths, but, again, since we don't know the details of the story yet, it's unknown why they're fighting each other or what they're fighting against. I still feel like at some point the three houses will combine into one, but we'll have to wait and see. Can I also take a second to gush about the path names? Scarlet Blaze, Azure Gleam, Golden Wildfire; f*ck those are cool names!

And since we're on the three houses, I can talk more about the characters we see. Granted, we don't get much for SB outside of a better look at Hubert, who I still love! He's goth in all the right ways! We do also get a quick shot of him confronting who I think is Ferdinand based on the hair color and armor, but they are just offscreen so I can really tell. Hopefully we'll get a better look at them soon. For AG, we get Dedue and he looks so good! They did my man justice! And for GW, we get a better look at Hilda, whose design I like better than her post-time skip look. And later in the trailer we see Lorenz and Oh my God I love his hair!

Seriously, they are just hitting it outta the park with these new designs.

And I have no clue how to segway into this, but we do get a quick shot of Flayn, and please don't hurt my baby. And also, how exactly does the church fit into all of this? Are they a neutral party? Will they be designated antagonists in certain routes? Are we gonna be able to recruit them? Please let us recruit them. Shamir, Cyril, Seteth, Flayn- I need them with me. Also, playable Rhea cause that would be cool.

And hey, I managed to create a leeway into talking about the gameplay!

Seems like one of my hopes for this game came true as we are getting gameplay features from Three Houses implemented into Three Hopes. Adjutants, weapon arts, battalions, side missions, and the one that caught me most off guard, class changing. Completely altering how you fight to fit your preference. That is amazing (even if I'm going to completely undermine it by sticking to my favorite class because that's just what I do when you give me lots of choices).

And we even get a whole new base to explore. Granted, I know some people found walking around Garreg Mach to get tedious after a while. I never had that problem, since I always found it relaxing. Just make it so the base isn't that big and allow us to access its features outside of it and it shouldn't be that big if an issue.

Also, I have no clue where to put this, but during what I assume is a map from SB, we see that Monica is a member of your team. Like, is that the real Monica? Is that Kronya disguised as her? Is she gonna get outed at one point? Is Edelgard still working with the Slithers in this? Actually, what is the Slithers role in this game?

This is how you can tell I'm invested, I'm asking all these questions.

Also, during the little cutscene montage, we do get a shot of someone that a lot of people seem to think is Holst. If this is the game where we finally get to meet him, that would be kinda sick.

And the last thing I want to discuss is Byleth and how they might be connected to Shez. The trailer says "Challenge the Ashen Demon as a mercenary who was meant to fade into the waves of history." This fits in well with the AU mindset since Shez doesn't exist in Three Houses, but it could take on a different meaning. It's possible that Shez has to fight and defeat Byleth or else they'll cease to exist. After all, we still don't know what's the deal with the new god Shez is connected with, but they do say "I'm the closest ally you have" and "We're partners in destiny", so they may know more than it seems. Or maybe it's a codependency thing where Shez has to exist so they can exist (I can't tell if the God is a boy or girl). We'll have to wait and see.

And no, internet, Byleth is not gonna die. I doubt that IS would have the balls to introduce a new protagonist just to have them f*cking kill the old one. I guarantee that at some point in the story, maybe late game, Byleth will join you. And it will interesting to see Byleth take on a smaller role. Just, for the love of God, don't have them take the spotlight from Shez. This is Shez's story, not Byleth's. I'd rather the focus be on this potentially interesting and intriguing new hero than the walking plank of wood we had last game.

Alright, I think that's everything.

Can you tell I'm really f*cking excited about this game?

#fire emblem warriors three hopes #fire emblem three hopes #fire emblem three hopes spoilers #trailer analysis #speculation #hype #so much hype #like holy hell im experiencing the same hype i felt for three houses

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gonnahypatia · 4 years ago

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Ch.44 Review: OP is mad at Garden

(Analysis also posted on Wise HQ, feel free to chat with us over there! 🤍🖤🤍)

My my, we have a lot to unpack this week.

Again, forgive me if I say something that someone else has said, I usually work to bring something new/original to the discussion but since the hivemind is so strong it's possible we'll have the same ideas lmao''

First, I'd like to talk about our new mysterious character: The Shopkeeper.

I'm already missing Bluw's design because the assassin granny was just the best, but I can say that Endo's choice was very interesting this time. Since I'm not sure if the Shopkeeper has confirmed pronouns, I'll be using they/them when referring to them. What stands out to me about them at first is that they're, apparently, non-white and if I had to make bets, I'd say Endo wanted to code them as Indian/Middle-Eastern, considering the deep eyebags and the collar of the shirt. If we wanted to go even further, I'd dare to point out their garden doesn't look very Western to me. I don't have words to describe it well, but this garden has a more "busy", crowded and stuffy feeling when compared to western gardening styles, which usually have a lot of open areas with grass. Also, we can see that tower/turret thing at the background that has a more Indian architecture feel to it, so Idk, either Endo put a lot of depth into this character or I am reading too much into it as always lel'. If any Indian / Middle-Eastern folk can confirm or debunk my analysis of fictional gardens, please feel free to hit me up at the DMs~~

About Shopkeeper's opinion on Yor's marriage, I can't say I'm surprised about them not being 100% on board with it and how it affected her job, but it intrigues me how apparently (as Tare pointed out on Discord based on the Indonesian translation) Yor presented this as a real deal and not a scam marriage purely for hiding her Thorn Princess persona. If the Shopkeeper knew it wasn't real, they wouldn't be so worried about "testing" Yor as soon as they met, right? Maybe they're being overly cautious, who knows, but it fills me with all the sad/fluff feelings the thought that Yor presented her family as a real one to a person she shouldn't have to hide anything about, considering her job should be top priority. And talking about hiding stuff...

Garden is with the Mob... And I don't know what to say about it lol'

I had my theories they were still legal to some extent and part of a shadow government that had the official one as a puppet, but their involvement with the Mob makes things kinda tricky (we can also imagine the Gretcher organization is anti-Westalis as well but still...). In a way, I think I'm still right, otherwise I doubt Yor's manager at City Hall would be involved with this as well, so I still stand by my Legal Garden flag.

However, Yor's principles here also make me throw fire at my planning boards because sweetie, this is the f*cking Mafia. To what extent goes the gray morality of Garden and their underlings? Shopkeeper does say the Gretchers have controlled Ostania's underworld in "an honorable fashion". Just what does it mean? To shed the less blood possible? To not allow petty criminals go rampage? Or just eliminate every single enemy in the radar so now they finally managed their revenge in killing the male heirs? There's too much going on here, help.

I would also like to dedicate a minute to our new favorite milf.

God, I am going to simp for Olka hard, I bet on it. She's so pretty, just look at her! Also, sorry to rain on everyone's parade, but while I really crave some mothers bonding time between her and Yor, I have a feeling this lady will be very evil when the time comes. She shouldn't trust nobody at this point, so if there's a moment if she has to sell out Yor, even knowing she has a family of her own at the ship, I feel like she'll do it in a heartbeat, in a twisted way of showing how far a mother's love goes for their children. Again, guys, she's a Cool Mom, but she's also Mafia. Endo already has shown to not pity these gray characters with angsty pasts, so I can see this is as a good opportunity to stop this soft filter / romantization in Yor's lines of work and show what Garden really stands for.

Now, finally, the start of this chapter and arc: Yor.

Gosh, I'm worried. I'm worried for Yor and I'm worried about having too many feelings about a fictional character a.k.a Yor.

During all this time, we were under the impression Yor enjoyed her job due this sense of duty

towards her country, making it even with how it brought her a comfortable life when she was younger and had to care for Yuri. We could even point out that she enjoyed being the Thorn Princess so much she was willing to be part of a scam marriage to appear more normal and not call the attention of authorities.

However, now we see that's not all of it and apparently her worries about Yuri were the very main reason she took this life, to the point that now she realizes Yuri has a life of his own, she doesn't feel the need to do this kind of work anymore. Did she truly feel comfortable with it in the first place? The fact that she "needs to get her motivation" for it truly bugs me and makes me wonder how much of her mental state was sacrificed over these years until she got used to the killing. And while we're on the mood for angst, let's talk about a (not very plausible) scenario in which this is her last job and she manages to leave Garden. Then what is the point of their fake family? It appears to me her new most important matter is Loid and Anya and she wants to put them to safety by not being an assassin anymore, but it still worries me she'd feel out of place somehow, which is a shame because we can really see how she wants to spend real moments with them without worrying about work. Grrr, Endo better treat my girl right or else he'll get these online fists (9`へ´*)9

Well, that's all for this week, let's get our hopes up for the next chapter!! ❤️

#spy x family #sxf #yor briar #sxf meta

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smokeybrandreviews · 11 months ago

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Viy Viy Viy

It'd been a clean minute since i updated on my FGO account growth and for good reason: I got locked out again! Fortunately, your boy learns lessons and i made sure to keep track of all the sh*t they said i didn't, last time. I've come far enough, and spent enough of my actual dollars, for this sh*t to hurt if i lost my account again, so i stay prepared with that recovery info. Servant Name, Birth date, what device you play on (this is the bit they got frothy about), User ID, Gender, Current Level, Favorite Servant, Current Party, and the last Transfer Code you used. It was super weird, though, because, even after i filled out that retrieval form, cats over yonder at Recovery were trying to say i still f*cked up for playing on an emulator. Like, bro, what? You telling me that i can lose my account permanently, for playing on my big ass laptop screen instead of my big-ass-for-a-phone screen? That sh*t is dumb. Just let us tie our accounts to something like every other competing mobile game, goddamn! Like, seriously, how have you, as a mobile game, been around for nearly a decade, and still don't have that option? Quality of life frustrations aside, I've come pretty goddamn far on part deux, even farther than the first account.

Right now, as we speak, my Master level ticked up to 124. I can't remember what i was on the first account, but I'm pretty sure i was around there when i lost it so, in terms of grind, I'm back to where i was, in roughly a third of the time. I am okay with that. I've powered through the story, cracking Avalon Le Fae literally the other day. The Lostbelts have turned out to be pretty f*cking solid, considering how hit-and-miss the Singularity stories were. Like, I'm not mad, those were fun, especially the last three, but you can tell me you wouldn't want to see an Olympus (and, yes, i am including Atlantis in that) adaption over a Babylon one, any day of the week. I could be bias in that regard, though. Ancient Greek mythology is my sh*t and A LOT of those Greek gods were dope as f*ck. I had a particularly good time with that Zeus fight. Sh*t was mad fun and i loved that interpretation so much. I, for sure, thought these things were going to suck because Anastasia was kind of bunk, but color me surprised as those plots got better as the Lostbelts progressed. I still have a few narratives to go to catch up, The straight up epic of Avalon and that Epilogue, Plus all the Free Quests i haven't done, but that grind has been good for my Roster. And let me tell you, i am okay with the Servants i have summoned.

Yo, i finally popped Anastasia! Netting the last Romanov is what made this account so hard to part with. I've been chasing her icy ghost for years, man. She's been my favorite Caster and top ten all-time Servant, since she was introduced all those years ago. Now, finally, FINALLY, she's mine! Obviously, i immediately maxed her out in terms of level. That is one of the perks of all this story grind, actually. I'm lousy with Hellfire of Wisdoms. Chucking a few dozen at my favorite Caster is nothing. Kind of in the same way i Grail'd up and maxed out Gray. Well, level ninety max, anyway. I was able to unlock everything i needed to perfectly level El-Melloi's assistant during her Rerun event and that effort has paid off considerably. She is a solid f*cking Assassin. Don't misunderstand, it's King Hassan, all day over here, but I'd be lying if i said Gray has left my Party since i solved that last case. Along the way, I've thrown a few Saint Quarts at a couple of Banners and popped me an Archer Ishtar, Lakshmibai, Parvati, Assassin Okita, and both versions of Ibaraki. I even stumbled across a Saber Arturia, which is hilarious because that sh*t eluded me for years on my first account. Sh*t was, like, the fifth, naturally rolled, Five star i got. Unfortunately, Saber Arturia is trash. I'm also missing my Gorgon and Demon Nobunaga really hard lately. They were two of my favorite Servants on the old account. It's a frustration but, overall, a mild one, I don't hit the Banners as hard as i used to so i have a pretty solid war chest of quarts. To be honest, i actually rolled a ton more Four Stars a long the way, but i burned them all for Rare Prisms. My first account was kind of a "Collect them all" situation but i learned that sh*t is unnecessary. "Collect what you want" is the name of the game now and i wanted to be a beast. I am WELL on my way to making that happen.

I can officially say, i am half a Bond level away from leveling Mordred to that perfect ten. Once that happens, I'll have all but matched where she was on my first account. I say "all but" because I'm still two Noble Phantasm levels short of where she was, and three from being maxed out. That sh*t is a bummer because I'm pretty much at the mercy of the Gacha gods for that one but everything else? Yeah, I'm pouring resources into favourite regicide artist. I was able to grail her and level her up to one hundred a while back but, since we are substantially past where i was cut to ff the last time i played, we can keep that level grind going all the way to one hundred and twenty! Guess who is working on one hundred and one right now? I actually looked into what it's going to take to get Mo to the next level cap and it' f*cking egregious. I got a ways to go, my guy. Fortunately, i as able to max out all of her skills, unlock an append and max that out out, as well as program Command Codes to all of her Command Cards, most of which were Five stars. Again, Mordred needs to be a powerhouse. I'm satisfied with my progress o far but I'd be lying if i said i didn't miss my old account. This new one is coming along nicely but, looking back at what was, i still have a long way to go. Oh! Almost forgot, i also unlocked Mordred's Memories of Trifas costume. Because of course I did. Who the f*ck do you think i am?

#Fate #Fate/Grand Order #Type-Moon

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kitkatwinchester · 2 years ago

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Everyone's support of each other... <3

Absolutely love the Scott, Stiles, Kira dynamic. I adore the fact that all three of them are on the lacrosse team together and can work together to keep Liam and each other safe.

That said, I feel really bad that Kira was benched, and I feel like that was kind of unfair of Coach. If it were a real game setting, he would've been really happy about that goal. It also makes me wonder, would he have been upset about said goal if Scott or Stiles (or even Liam) had made the shot instead (though, as a very quick aside, I do appreciate Stiles's banter with the dude on the other team and how well it distracted him so he could pass to Kira lol)? Don't start getting all anti-Kira on me here, Coach. You wanted her on the team....

Anyways I really love those three together, and her excitement was adorable, and Scott was so proud of her, and I hope Coach gives her another chance, because she totally deserves it.

I also absolutely love Noah and his support of Lydia (also love that Malia is still attached at her hip...so sweet <3). The fact that he called her right away, and is going against all sorts of laws and such to make sure that she can get what she needs, and then the way she was just so close to breaking down and he just pulled her up and in and tried to calm her down I just...

I also love the fact that he's starting to bring Parrish into the fold more and more. Like, Parrish is seriously such a good guy, and he clearly keeps such an open mind, and I kind of hope we get to actually tell him all about the supernatural soon, because I really feel like he'd be another good resource for us to have.

I love Scott and Stiles immediately rushing to help Liam up, and I love Scott fixing Liam's arm, and I love Scott's absolutely utter concern that Liam could've gotten cut, and I love that Liam did not get cut and is now more or less fine.

HOWEVER...

I don't think Garrett missed.

He does not look the LEAST bit concerned, and Brett sounds like he's a LOT more hurt and in a LOT more pain than he should be if he's the one that ran into Liam.

How much do you wanna bet that Brett is ALSO a werewolf, and that Brett is the one they were after the whole time?

I mean...

Okay, I do strongly believe, as much as I hate to admit it, that Liam is probably on the list, and he's probably gonna be a target pretty freaking soon, but...I don't think he was the target TONIGHT.

I think Garrett (and Violet) did EXACTLY what they were planning to do.

I wish Scott and Stiles weren't so focused on Liam and could see that.

But also, I don't blame them.

But I guarantee you I'm right.

And I hate that.

I hope our boys figure it out ASAP so that we can hopefully save him (can we even save him?? Violet said very rare and very powerful or something like that...god I hope we can save him. Just because he was a jerk to Liam doesn't mean he deserves to die...).

ANYWAYS.

Scilera (that's my creation of the trio that is Scott, Stiles, and Kira lol) gif because I love them. <3

(Seriously I can't believe no one else has come up with that! It rolls off the tongue so smoothly! XD <3)

Update: I F*CKING CALLED IT!! BRETT'S NAME IS ON THE LIST!! Also WAY TO GO MALIA! I am so digging this Malydia team-up on sooo many levels. <3 <3

Update Part 2: I KNEW PARRISH WAS SOMETHING!! I F*CKING CALLED THAT TOO!!! Bro is so nice and so amazing, but he was also SOOO hiding something and WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT HE IS!!! HIS NAME IS ON THE LIST!!! Also that theory was only further confirmed when he told the Sheriff that something drew him to Beacon Hills like... That said, despite his apparent supernatural-ness, I hope he's still a good person, because he really has been so nice and such a great resource and I hope that's not an act, because I love him (also also, he and Lydia really DO have chemistry, sorry not sorry.)

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el-starell · 3 years ago

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*Updated 01/05/22

You lay down for a nap on April 4th '22

And

When you awaken you find yourself confused and in an unfamiliar hallway. You walk along the hall, find a window and lookout. You're in a highrise and it's dark and rainy out.

'it was only supposed to be a nap. How long was I out ? TF am I ??'

Scratching your head as you turn, still pondering the strange, you nearly collide with a long haired man as he storms down the hall. Presumably toward an exit.

"Watch where tf you're goin'!!” He yells as you knock shoulders.

"Mike ! Not like this ...! Don't leave like this ...!!” A tall, ghostly pale, man shouts after him.

He stares forelorn as the other man steps onto the elevator, never looking back.

You walk cautiously toward the tall, thin gentleman still standing in the doorway.

”Uhm, excuse me... I'm, I'm lost. I think one of my friends slipped me something as a prank. I just woke up here and I don't know where the hell I am. Can I use your phone ?

" Yea, go ahead, it's on the other side of the couch.” He waves you on inside.

You rush toward the phone to call...someone, anyone. The only number you still have memorized is your best friend from grade school. Thank God cuz why tf does this dude still have a cordless house phone ???

You call but someone else answers. They don't know anyone by your friend's name. You must have the wrong number, they say. But...you know you don't.

Whatever, you have to pee.

”Hey, someone's coming to get me (you hope...) can I use your bathroom?”

”Sure, but you're down to your one last wish...” He jokes. ”It’s down the hall... to your right.”

The guys apartment smelled like wine flavored black and milds, weed and musk. Aside from the ... Needle paraphernalia, on the coffee table the place was immaculate. So much for all the fucking books that claimed to have "the untold truth" saying his place was trashed. Fucking liars. Vultures.

Alright, bathroom. You rush inside and shut the door because...you're fucking freaking out. You're pretty sure that jerk in the hall was Mike Starr. But it couldn't be because he's fucking dead. And the tall, ghost faced, pretty boy in there looks like Layne. But it can't be because he's dead too. So, either you've finally lost it or somehow you've gone back in time.

You pinch yourself. Still here. So, not a dream.

Well, since you're here...may as well be fucking nosey. His bathroom’s fucking HUGE. Double sinks, framed black and white photos of... Demri? Yea...that's definitely she and he.

White carpet on the bathroom floor, walk in closets, fluffy towels, and robes. Lots of shelving but not a lot of clothes. Just screen print shirts, a few button downs, jeans, lots of converse and combat boots. Ha, you recognize those old boots. Some stereo speakers and lots of notebooks.

You quickly flip thru some of the notebooks. Drawings, sketches, poems...songs? Random

thoughts quickly jotted down.

Ok, you quickly flush the toilet and wash your hands. As you compose yourself with a deep breath you realize you may very well be the last person to speak with Layne. Because it's fucking April 4th. History says he dies some time between this evening and early morning.

God, everyone thinks they'd have the perfect thing to say in moments like this. Your mind is drawing a blank. Is this even any of your f*cking business? The choice to live or die is the most inherent one a man has...Still, could you live with yourself knowing you couldve said the one thing that might change his mind tonight? Yea probably not...Mike didn't survive the weight of that guilt.

Alright, mind made up, you emerge from the bathroom traveling the length of the hall leading back out into the living space.

You find Layne in the kitchen. He's bare foot, dressed in a plain white T and red plaid pajama pants. He hasn't noticed you yet so you stop and observe for a minute.

Annnnd, you've just lost all nerve. How do you even broach the subject??

The light from the hanging kitchen lamps cast a halo atop Layne's thick, long curly hair.

Yea it's fucking weird staring like this but who cares. It's not like you'll ever get this moment again. Looks like he's making a small plate of food for himself and pouring a drink. Two glasses? Please please please ...? Yea !!!

He's so thin...He just looks like he needs the longest hug from, anyone, fuck. His hair falls forward as he concentrates on preparing his plate. He's smoothes it behind one ear. Which takes considerable effort, apparently, as it won't stay put. It's too thick. You catch a glimpse of frustration as his brow momentarily furrows in irritation. Dude needs a fucking haircut. You chuckle a bit. He looks up.

L :”Hey, you're alive! ...was about to send a search party. Then I thought better of it...didn't want them to find my stash." He jokes.

You: "Yea, well thanks. My, uh, ride should be here any minute. So, uh, I'll just go wait out there."

Just then thunder claps and lightening briefly lights up the stormy evening sky. You remember it being kinda cold out in the hall. Apparently, you didn't sleep-teleport with a jacket. Lame.

As you make your way to the front door Layne speaks up, " I'm not a jerk you know.”

You: ”come again?”

Layne: ” I said I'm not fucking jerk. It's raining out there. You can wait for your ride in here. Just grab a controller ...sit down. Or, go stand in the rain. What do I care.” He says with a small smirk.

You: ” Yea, sure, alright I guess.”

(You might have a chance afterall)

As Layne steps from the kitchen, small plate in one hand and two glasses of whiskey in the other, you quickly walk and take a seat on the couch closest to the phone.

Layne: ”So, are you always this rude?”

He says with a raised eyebrow.

You: ”im sorry, what?”

Layne: ”I mean you just barge into my home, use my phone, and my toilet. And you don't even bother to tell me your name? ...fucking rude.” you spy a wry smirk.

You: "Oh, yea. I guess that is kinda rude of me. I'm, X."

Layne: ”Yea? Well, I'm --.”

You: ”Layne! I know, I know.”

You gush like a fucking dweeb.

But he turns his head to hide his smile. So, whatever. It's a win.

Layne: So, if you're gonna be here. Play.

He gestures at the black Sega remote and he slides a glass of whiskey across the table toward you. You wonder if you ate before having that nap. Whisky on an empty stomach? Too nervous to ask for food...Whatever you're not a bitch.

The two of you play 2 rounds of some old skool racecar game and 3 rounds of Tekken. You do alright but Layne's fucking good and he's fun as hell. Funny too... hilarious if you've had whiskey on an empty stomach.

But then, after a couple hours, Layne sets the controller down. It's game over anyway but he's gathering his needles from the table and placing them in a box.

Layne: ”Bathroom. Back in a Jiff. If your ride comes just shut the door on your wait out.”

It's now or never. What do you say ???!

You: "Layne! Wait."

He stops and slowly turns around. The look on his face says 'really? You don't think I've heard it all before??’

But you press on anyway.

You: ”i know what you're about to do. And if you do it you'll hurt millions of people. Some of your own friends, that you love, they won't survive it. They'll die too. Literally, Seriously. I know this sounds crazy. Like how do I know? Who the fuck am I, Right? I must be some crazy person. But I promise I'm not ( at least, I think I'm not. I don't know how I got here but... whatever.)

Layne: ”Yea, you're fucking crazy.” He says with a breathy chuckle. ”Dont let the door hit you on the way out.” He turns to walk away.

You: No! Layne, I swear to God I'll do it.

Layne: "You'll do what?”

You: ”I'll fucking call 911.”

You stand there, phone in hand.

You expect an angry reaction. Shouting, maybe some pushing and shoving over the phone. But, no.

Layne, just stands there. Expressionless. N Completely...Zen. The two of you stare at each other. You, wonder...

But then you get it. He's cool, he's completely at peace because... He can wait. He can wait you out. You're leaving at some point. And... he can wait.

You set the phone back on the base. Layne, returns to his seat on the couch opposite of yours. He sets his wooden box on the table.

Layne: ”So, we're gonna be here for awhile, huh?"

He shrugs, ”I'm fucking doing it anyway.” He says matter of factly. ”So you can call whoever or watch. I don't fucking care.”

You: ”But why don't you ?!” "Why don't you care ?”

Layne: "Why don't you ?!!" "Why do you want me to live everyday in pain for the rest of my life?"

"You want me to fucking live for YOU. Not for me. Don't act like youre some saint come to save my life." "Cause if I have to live in pain or depended on this shit then I don't want to live at all.”

Damn. Now what? What Would you say???

Well, he wasn't wrong...As a matter of fact, he was absolutely right. Damn, you hadn't really thought of it that way. You wanted him live to not be in pain, neither physical nor emotional. You wanted him to know how great he was. And, given enough effort he could be that great again. Or, even better. As if truly knowing those things would be enough to take his pain away.

You watch as he preps and prepares his needles. Very exacting...And it suddenly occurs to you that he's an alchemist. He knows exactly how much will get him high, get him through, and how much will take him away from here.

He reaches behind him to grab the neck of a tall couch-side lamp and bend it closer to shine enough light on his milky pale skin to find a suitable vein. Not a quick task (thankfully).

You: So...what made you. I mean what possessed you to...Fuck it. What made you ever want to try this shit, man ?? You had to know...right?

He pauses his search to consider your question. Brows furrowed, he turns and looks at the floor.

Layne: "I guess I always knew I'd try it. But, that night wasn't something I'd planned. It was after a show. We still had weeks of touring ahead. I was so tired... I asked, someone, to find me coke.They said couldn't find any but they came back with this. First time was like heaven. Nothing hurt. There was no pain. It felt, I felt, free. And, like every idiot before me, I felt like a 2nd time couldn't hurt. And, that was it right then. I felt it. I remember the exact moment I was hooked. But I wasn't afraid, at first, because I had all this money I could get more. And it gave me what I needed to get up on stage night after night and be Staley. It wasn't until it wasn't getting high anymore that I was terrified. Because I still needed it.

You read the stories, I died so many times, I rehabbed so many times. But, there was one doc I saw when I was in Europe. Before all of that. I saw him on my own, not long at after I knew ...didn't tell anyone where I was going. He's the only one that was ever honest with me. The receptors in my brain that receive serotonin and dopamine are damaged.They aren't responding to those chemicals anymore. He told me I would eventually get to this point. People think this is about Dem but this isn't about her. Not really, because my brain physically won't let me get over her. It won't let me get over letting my band down.Then I have to fucking watch the people I love, watch me die. I can't get over it. People think I'm given up on myself. But Im not. I just feel like I don't deserve this pain. No one does. I deserve better."

Layne, his voice, soft spoken like baby powder.

He looks you squarely in the eyes right then.

His, big pools of blue.

Layne: ”Don't you think I deserve better ?”

You: You watch as he sinks the 1st needle in to his chosen spot.

"Layne, don't." But it's useless, because, you believe him.

There's three more needles. You suddenly feel like you shouldn't be here. You love him, of course, you'll stay. But his mom, or Jerry, anyone else should be here. Just, not a stranger.

*****What would you say ? What would you do ??

You understand where he's coming from and what right do you have to judge his choice ?

The drug washes over him and he sinks back on to the couch, his long legs drawn close. He reaches for the small remote on the table and turns on the fireplace. Perfect for a stormy night. He finally invites you have whatever food's in his fridge. Gee, thanks you're only half starved.

Guess he figures there's no ride

coming for you, might as well feed the crazed fan with balls enough to get past security and into his home.

There's a fuck ton of food in his fridge. He must have someone deliver his groceries. As pale as he is it's evident he hasnt had sun in quite awhile. Of course the amount of food doesn't jive with his weight. He's not eating. Someone's gone thru a lot of trouble to put variety in his fridge and pantry.

You quickly prepare a turkey sandwich and sit down on a barstool at his kitchen counter. Still considering how you could change his mind, you wish you could find a way to call friend of his...get Mike back here ...talk to Jerry.

Right then, you find yourself standing in another hall, plate with sandwich still in hand. People are bustling bye on either side of you. Suddenly a large man in an awful tan blazer comes up to you yelling.

Man: "Hey, what the hell are you doin' ?? Get that plate to studio 51 ! Now or your fired!!

Startled you take off in a half run down the hall. Until you wonder why and who the fuck was that anyway.

Walking the dark,winding hall, at a casual pace now you think you've definitely been slipped some shroom or acid.

The walls are black and the hall is dimly lit with a small light above each numbered door.

You come to what must be "Studio 51." The door is slightly ajar and there's a man's voice coming from the room. Sounds angry but he's not yelling.

Voice: "...Because he's not my fucking problem anymore, Mike.That's why."

You peer inside just in time to catch a flash of long blond hair disappear behind a wall. Shit, this is not happening...this is fucking wild. You slowly step inside. Eavesdropping, but they did say deliver the sandwich.

Voice: "...He wants what he wants. I'm not flying back there just to yell thru a closed door.

Suddenly, the man steps from behind the wall and fixes you with an angry steel blue gaze. Jerry. He suddenly closes his flip phone. No warning to the other party.

Jerry: "It's about time. I fucking ordered this sandwich an hour ago." He says, monotone.

He grabs the sandwich from your plate and takes a bite.

"Needs salt. Where's the chips and beer ?? ...fucking PAs."

He turns, thick, long ponytail flowing behind him. "Set the plate down and you can go." He says over his shoulder as he disappears behind the wall again.

Did he just dismiss me?? You think to yourself. You don't leave. You're getting an attitude because that was YOUR sandwich afterall and you're starving. But, you compose yourself because that's FUCKING JERRY Cantrell. Signature combat boots, skin tight jeans, and a Danzig band shirt, stretched, with sleeves cut off.

You slowly follow after him. You hear soft guitar strumming coming from the hall as you round the corner. You find Jerry, cross legged in a chair with an acoustic. He looks up with a stare bespeaking slight curiosity, annoyance and boredom.

Jerry: Can I help you?

He says as he returns to soft strumming.

You: Yea. I'm a friend of Layne's and uh, Mike and I, we...Well, he and I were at Layne's and-

Jerry: Oh, you're a friend of Layne's. I don't recall ever meeting you. I thought I knew all his friends. Well, whatever. Go on. You were at Layne's and...?

You: Yea. Um, I think you should maybe go see him tonight. Like, now. He isn't doing well. He's talking about ODing.

Jerry looks up again. You watch a faint play of emotions cross his face. Alarm, angst, anger. Then, nothing as he returned to strum.

Jerry: So, what do you want from me?

Damn.

You: I guess I want you to go to him. Call his mom. Send an ambulance. Something. Don't you fucking care?!

Jerry, stops playing and fixes you with a steely glare. He sets his guitar aside and rises to a height towering well above 6ft in his boots and slowly approaches you.

You quickly think of leaving. But, no.

That'd be quitting on Layne. And you're here for him. You're not leaving without doing all you can.

So, you don't look away. Even as he towers over you now. He gently takes the plate you'd been holding and turns to have a seat in an overstuffed, black leather chair.

Since he didn't wrap his hand around your neck, you have a seat on the adjoining couch nearest him.

Jerry takes a bite of the, well, your sandwich.

Then he reaches for the cordless phone on the side table.

Jerry: Yes, can I get a Budweiser and a Pastrami with Lays to Studio 51? Thank you. No, wait.

He looks at you.

Jerry: Can I get you anything ?

You: A Pastrami and beer will do. Thanks.

Jerry: Double the order. Thank you.

He ends the call and discards your sandwich into a small, nearby bin.

Then, silver-tongued and ever so matter of fact, he turns his attention to you and asks:

Jerry: So, what makes you think I don't?

And, before you answer that. I'd also like to know what gives you, an obvious stray that Layne recently acquired, the right to even ask?

Taken aback but slightly proud of being described as anything belonging to Layne, you retort.

You: Look, you arrogant son of bitch, this ”stray" has been the only one by Layne's side tonight. I'm literally trying to save his life as we speak. Why won't you do anything?!

Just then, you catch what seemed to be a faint look of admiration as he held your gaze. It quickly disappeared.

He raises one thin elegant eyebrow.

Jerry: Again, what makes you think I haven't?

You: Well, you're just sitting here like-

Jerry: Like, it's his choice.

You watch as he gets up, leaves the room and walks down the hall.

He returns with two wrapped sandwiches and two bottles of beer. He tosses a sandwich to you.

You tear into it, slightly scared that you'll be snatched into another dimension before you can eat it. As crazy as this night's been, who knows when you'll get another chance to eat.

5 minutes later and sated, you decide to give it another shot. This time with a bit of humility.

You: Okay, I'm sorry. I admit I just got here (literally). I'm just saying, it's a little disappointing. Given all the stories and songs of friendship. I don't know, maybe it's all bullshit. I mean, what do I know, right? I don't know you two from Adam.

Quietly, with anger barely checked, he replies.

Jerry: Think what you want. I'll tell you just as I've told the press. Sincerity is heard in everything I've said, in everything I've written. I don't have anything to prove to you or anyone else.

You: Right. So, if all the stories are true. Then you have to care. So, why are you still here?

Jerry: Songs...Stories. A good song is born from a good story. A good story is born from a lived experience. He, I, the band, we've had a lot.

Jerry leans back in the chair with his beer. He looks away, in a sort of distant nostalgia.

Jerry: All our songs are based off experiences we've had, both together and apart.Those songs represent a small portion of our lives together. There's so many more songs I've written but ...I doubt I'll ever release 'em.

Lately, whenever I do an interview people wanna know how Layne and I met, and how Mike and I formed the band. I'm sure you've heard those stories.

But the one that comes to mind now, I haven't shared.

*Jerry, still distant, smiles to himself and sips from his beer:

It was after Layne and I met and just before we officially joined as a band. Mike and I were still scratching our heads on how to get Layne to commit.

I'd just entered us into a contest going on at the time. Best band won 2500.00 or something like that. We needed money for equipment. The contest was about two weeks away. At the time, Layne was dividing his time between rehearsals with us and his other band. This particular evening all of us were in the studio. We'd scheduled a 4hr block. Half way through our 2nd set Layne goes to the restroom and comes back like a half hour later. His hair was all teased up with hairspray. He's got red lipstick...blushed cheeks, just all this shit. And he says he's leaving.

Now, granted, I hadn't talked to Layne before signing us up. And he'd always maintained he wouldnt commit to any single band. BUT for the last 6wks he'd been coming to our rehearsals for this contest. He had us thinking we had a lead singer. And, of course, if we had him winning was a given. But I didn't just want us to win. I wanted to grab attention and in order to do that we needed to be the best. Which meant rehearsal. And he's walking out on our rehearsal. I couldn't reconcile that in my brain. Back then I had somewhat of a temper, to say the least. I found Layne to be my exact opposite. He was so... Infuriatingly, collected, calm. Self possessed. Never reactionary. I lost it that night. I just felt, lead on. The word whore was just front and center on my mind right then.

Anyway, he says he's leaving and :

Layne: Alright, I'll catch you guys later. I'm meeting Bacc at his place. Gig tonight. Mike, you comin' ?

*Mike looks up from a magazine and a bowl of cereal.

Mike: Yea. Me, Sean and his girl.

Layne: Awesome. I might pull you up for the last two songs tonight.

Jerry: No.Wait, what ?? We have another 2hrs here.

Layne: Sorry, Jerr. Johnny and I have two gigs this week. I'll catch up with you at the next rehearsal.

Jerry: Two gigs?! Layne, the contest is in two weeks!

Layne: What do you want me to say? This contest is your thing. Not mine. But Ill be there to front you guys, don't worry.

Layne turns and walks to the door. Jerry darts after him. Just as Layne opens the door Jerry grabs him, turns him around and slams him against it.

Jerry: You fucking...whore !

Mike: Jesus Christ, Jerry. Fuck him or move on already !

Shocked by his choice of words, Jerry turns to Mike.

Jerry: What ?!

He looks back at Layne.

Layne, smiles and winks. Eyelashes thick and heavily coated.

Layne: Easy tiger.

Jerry: Whatever, fuck off.

Jerry pushes Layne out of the way to leave. Presumably to walk off his temper on his own.

Couple hours later Jerry returned to their shared living unit. Mike was in front of their television set. Sean was off with his girlfriend. Jerry grabbed a beer from their fridge and plopped down next to Mike on the couch.

Mike: Dude, you need to get laid.

Jerry: Fuck you. You aren't pissed he walked out on rehearsal??

Mike: I mean, yea it bothers me a little. But I guess I'm looking at the long game.

Jerry: How do you mean?

Mike: I mean like...you gotta figure out what he cares about. Cuz it ain't the fucking money.

Jerry: but we need the fucking money and we need him.

Mike: Yea but forget about the money for right now just focus on Layne. All we need is him, right? So, to get him we gotta figure out what's important to him. It ain't the money and it ain't the fame. We figure out what it is, and that'll tell us how to get him.

But hey I'ma go pick up Sean and his girl. You comin'?

Jerry: To Layne's gig? Nah. I can't look at him right now.

Mike: alright suit yourself. See you tomorrow then ?

Jerry: Yea, see ya.

Later that same night, sometime after 10, as Jerry was leaving a corner smoke shop he spots a group of guys across the street. Jerry recognizes one of them. Dude had stolen 100.00 bucks from his backpack at a park concert months before. Apparently he was apart of a band. They were unloading gear from a van and heading into a bar.

The guy that stole his money set down a badass baby blue electric guitar in the back of the van. He left the door open as helped the other guys take a drum set inside.

Jerry made his move. He ran across the street, grabbed the guitar from the van, slung it across his back and took off running in the opposite direction. The guys saw him and took off after him.

The path Jerry took led toward the club Layne's band just finished playing. Each of the guys in Layne's band left with girls they'd met that night, leaving Layne to find his own way home. Just as Layne rounded the corner on his way home he and Jerry collided falling backwards to the ground.

Layne: What the fuck ?!!

Jerry: Fuck. Get up, get up, come on, run!

Running together now, Layne asks:

Layne: Where are we going?? Why are we running?!

Jerry: Some guys wanna jump me for my guitar.

Layne looked back to see four guys close behind them. Knowing the city better, he grabs the back of Jerry's shirt as they run, pulling him down a side alley.

Jerry watches as Layne hops on top of a dumpster and, effortlessly, scales a fence. Fuck. Jerry's not quite that agile. He tosses the guitar over the fence to Layne and climbs on top of the dumpster. He leaps to the fence but not before being pulled backwards to the ground by the guys as they proceed to stomp and kick him.

Jerry swore he saw his life flash before his eyes. As small as he was, there'd be no way he'd make it out of this alive. He was already feeling sharp stabs of pain as ribs cracked beneath steele toe boots. But suddenly, it all stopped.

Layne: Get outta here! Jerry run!

Layne shouted, throwing enough punches to create a distraction for Jerry to run before making a break for it himself.

Once again running side by side, Layne directs them down another alley where they crouch down behind a dumpster. Bloodied and bruised, they wait for what seems like an eternity before emerging.

Layne: So, you wanna tell me what that was all about?

Jerry: No. I wanna know why you didn't keep running while you had the chance?? Why risk getting your ass kicked on account of me?

Layne: Jesus, I'm not a dick, Jerr. Not gonna run while you get jumped. We're friends, right?

So what the fuck was that about??

Jerry: Told you... They wanted the guitar.

Layne: Whatever. I just wanna lay down. Not feeling so great.

Jerry: Yea, neither am I.

The rest of the way back all Jerry could think about was how Layne came back for him. He coulda fucking left. Kept running. But he didn't.

Ha, Layne had held his own too. Gave as good as he got, Jerry laughed to himself. Who'd have thought skinny little Layne had it in him to take on four dudes like that.

Their bond was solidified that night. Layne hadn't abandoned him. Therefore he had Jerry's loyalty. Always. Unconditionally. No Excuses.

But you figure understanding and accepting are two different things.

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lobpoints · 3 years ago

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ayin anon here ur absolutely right, I forgot ayin didn’t exactly have a choice lmao dkncns

damb I really went all out tho Huh. ngl ayin is pretty pathetic and I mean less like actually admirable and moreso just. jeez I know he couldn’t quit but like it’s still super wild/maybe a lil funny to me. imagine f*cking up so hard and so frequently that you condemn yourself and everyone you know + a lot of bystanders.

On an end note I do think it’s funny, just in a really sad and horrific way. there’s not really a bright side to look at here but LC+LOR lore is sure is fun to think about. Sorry for going forever again btw I am not very good at writing in small things when it’s things I like talking abt (it’s the autisms <3<3) tldr nothing there kinda sus amogus

Yo the agent be looking kinda sussy

Don't worry Anon I'm just having a very strong opinion where I think that saying "(objectively speaking) ayin didn't have a choice" kinda erase the thing being something that he actively chooses to go for which speaks a lot about his character but also not like when people goes for an "just according to keikaku" interpretation that paints him as completely evil or benevolent. Since you know Ayin's case fall into what I said before as he is in the situation where he still have other alternatives going on with him unlike for example Angela, but since he is the person that he is and due to every chain of event that led him to took on such a path it is hard to see he would choose any of those alternative choices or even be able to live with said choices kinda thing (until he sunk too low that he literally stuck in the quicksand)

Again you are so valid since I'm also related to talking non stop about what I like (it the autism as well <3) and also A is my pathetic little meowmeow he makes me feel thing toward him (that is mostly just murderous intents)

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Member/s: Seonghwa (ATEEZ), Namjoon (BTS)

Genre: soft/angst

Warnings: swear words

Words: 2133

"May I take your order?"

"Chocolate croissant and orange juice, please." I say, handing back the breakfast card to the waitress. "Namjoon?"

The man in front of me lifts his look from his card. "I will have blueberry pancakes, please." he gives back his card and smiles politely at the waitress. She smiles back at us and leaves with our orders. "I heard your little boyfriend is in town." he coughs.

"Little baldie is here?" I reply calmy, ignoring the fact that he calls him my boyfriend. He laughs and slaps his hands at my words. I know his laugh is coming from his heart when he does that.

"Why baldie?"

"Since he became a little famous on YouTube with his singing he behaves like a kpop idol; dyeing his hair 3 times a month." I roll my eyes and look over at the kitchen door, waiting for my meal to come out.

"So... He's behaving like me?" Namjoon raises his eyebrow.

"You can make fun of me but at the end of the day you are the ones that will end up bald." I can't help myself so I start laughing and he joins. "Also, he's not my boyfriend."

"If we ask you, of course he isn't." the brown haired boy looks towards the kitchen door too, ignoring my suspicious look. Then he takes his phone and starts texting someone.

"What do you mean if you ask me? Who else do you ask?" I know who, but I want to hear the words from someone else so I can be sure. But Namjoon pretends he doesn't hear me and continues to type on his phone. I look down on his screen trying to read the person's name. "Typing on the phone while you're with someone is considered rude, in case you didn't know."

I lean back in my chair and watch his face, waiting for a reaction. But he doesn't move anything except his fingers. Finally, I saw the waitress coming towards our table.

"I swear I'm gonna eat all your pancakes." he smirks and leaves his phone.

"If you do that, it will be your last meal." he says with a wink. The waitress put he croissants and orange juice in front of me, then the pancakes with a glass of water in front of Namjoon. Just as she was about to leave, he stops her. "One medium vegetable omelette and sausages too, please. Thank you."

I give him a confused look. "Don't you have to watch what you eat?" he looks at his pancakes, then at me, then back at his pancakes.

"What are you talking about? I am watching what I eat." he proceeds to stare at his plate. "And it looks delicious." as soon as he said that he stuffed his mouth with the blueberries first, then pancakes.

"You're so funny I forgot how to laugh. Sometimes I miss you when you have a busy schedule but I get tired of you real soon."

"Isn't she a delight?"

I turn around quickly as I feel a voice near my ear. "Holy sh*t!" I jump and the person laughs.

"Nice to see you again." the blonde haired boy said. Just two weeks ago he had blue hair and a different clothing style. "Hi, Namjoon."

"You made it! Unfortunately I'll have to go as soon as I finish this but you have your little girlfriend here." Seonghwa sits next to Namjoon on the opposite side of me and smiles. "You two enjoy. I ordered what you told me." so that is why Namjoon was on the phone the whole time.

The two of them start a small talk and I find myself staring at Seonghwa. His look changed, but his facial expressions and body language didn't. I know exactly how he reacts when he's surprised, angry, happy or sad. I know his eyes very well. Speaking of his eyes, I noticed him giving me a few quick glances. My boyfriend, says Namjoon. I can't wait to find out what that is about.

***

"Kids, it was nice seeing you, but Hoseok told me I have to leave soon to catch them on the bus." Namjoon takes his jacket and puts his sunglasses on. Then he does his little handshake with Seonghwa and hugs me. "Enjoy your meals!"

"How old do I have to be for you to stop calling me a kid?" the blonde boy complains.

"I don't know. All you can do is wait and find out." finally, he gets up and leaves the cafe. Now I'm left with one chocolate croissant, half glass of juice and a boyfriend. They say that based on your morning, that's how the rest of your day will be. Let's see.

"Hi." he speaks first. "I'm sorry I didn't ask if you were comfortable with me coming here. I know that you're not a big fan of me." I notice one of his movements when he's nervous: playing with his fingers and rings.

"Says who?" I can be rude towards him sometimes, roasting the h*ll out of him just to have a good laugh. But as time passes I realise that while I'm getting the laugher, he's getting the embarrassment and lower self-confidence. Today I will be the best I can. "Just because I make a few jokes sometimes that doesn't mean I can't stand you."

"I wouldn't say a few jokes..." he grabs the fork and starts picking the remaining vegetables on his plate, then continues. "Are you still working in the same place?"

I explain to him that our boss had a case in her family and gave all employees three days off. He nods his head at my words as a small sign that he understands. "What about you?" I finish the other croissant, together with the juice and lean back into my chair, ready to listen to him.

"I have a few days off too. Not because something happened to my boss, but because I accidentally set the studio on fire." he replies calmly. I stare at him wide eyed, waiting for him to laugh or at least say that he is joking. But when I see that he doesn't even look at me I realise he is serious.

"Even though I'm really curious about what happened, I have another question."

I decide to ask him about Namjoon's words. It is a joke, but there must be something that created it: a situation, or a person. Seonghwa finishes his plate as well and takes a sip of his water. Then I decide that we should rather take a walk. We've been too long in this place and I need fresh air. I will ask him about it outside.

***

It is a warm, sunny day, just like they said last night on TV. Seonghwa decided that a nearby park was a perfect place to sit and talk, and I agreed. So here we are, sitting on a wooden bench, listening to birds.

"Look, I wanted to ask you-"

"Namjoon told you, didn't he?" he interrupts me. As usually, he avoids to look at me and instead just looks around the park. I turn my body towards him, putting both of my legs on each side of the bench.

"He didn't tell me much. If you want, I can pretend that I don't know anything and you can say what you wanted instead of him." I try to speak as calm as I can. With his hands in his pockets and his lip under his teeth, he still refuses to look at me. I never saw how pretty his side profile is. He truly looks like an idol: with his clear skin, sharp jaw, almost perfect face proportions.

Finally, he sighs and turns his head towards me and catches me staring. "I think I have feelings for you." he goes straight to the point. My mouth suddenly gets dry and I try to think of my next words, but when he sees that I'm trying to speak, he puts his hand up as a sign to stop. "Let me finish. Believe me when I say that I have no clue when this started, and how it started. You always made fun of me and my dreams, but I laughed with you. You always refused to go out with me anywhere, and when you did go out with me, suddenly a third person would join. In case you didn't notice, I found a job in a studio on the other side of the city, just to be far from you. That way I could help both of us, but it didn't work. I still have no f*cking idea how I fell for a person like you, but I'm-"

"A person like me?" I raise my eyebrow. "What is that supposed to mean?" the blonde haired boy laughs at my words, making me even angrier.

"From all of the things I said, that's what you decide to ask me? Yes, a person like you. A mean person. A person that would embarrass anyone just to give the crowd a good laugh, even if it meant breaking the person. You know what? Forget it. I'm going back to the hole which I came from and I'll continue working hard on my stupid and impossible dreams, as you say. I don't even know what I expected from you." with those words, he gets up from the bench, not giving me a single look. Then he starts walking away. It takes me a few moments to replay all of his words in my head, and I get mad at myself for getting mad at him. He has every right to be like this, but one thing I still can't understand.

"Hey, idiot!" I slap myself mentally. Was it hard to call him by his name? It stayed as a habit, I guess. As expected, Seonghwa doesn't turn around, so I'm forced to run towards him. I grab his arm and stand in front of him, thinking of my next words. A sorry is all I can say. His gaze is killing me. From the look on his face I can see that he is remembering all the moments I let him down. I've never felt more ashamed and bad. He laughs sarcastically again and keeps walking. "No, please! You have no idea how sorry I am. All I wanted was to fit in I didn't even think about-"

"That's the thing. You didn't even think." he interrupts me for the second time today. "I hope you feel at least a little bit like I felt most of the time."

He's trying to look angry, but every few seconds his gaze softens. I used a boy with dreams to impress people I didn't even know. As a result, I broke him.

"But still, my mind and my heart are so tired and broken that I still wish to grab you and kiss you right here, hoping that you won't push me away." the words leave his mouth as a soft whisper. My hand is still holding his arm and I can't seem to let go.

All the words he said to me made me see him in a different light. I always saw him as that guy with good grades, but too big dreams, as the guy who could take all the jokes and even make jokes about himself. But right now, in front of me stood a grown up man, confessing everything so bravely. And his wish became true; I did feel a bit like he did. Humiliated and ashamed, but ashamed of my behaviour, not my dreams.

As we stood like that in the middle of the park, I didn't notice that he closed the gap between our bodies and gently removed my hand from his arm. "I really want to kiss you." he admits and waits for a response.

"How can you kiss a person like me?" my eyes are slowly starting to get teary as I keep replaying all his words in my head. He doesn't respond to that. Instead, he grabs my face gently with both his hands and presses his soft lips on mine. I close my eyes with a sigh and allow myself to return every kiss he gives me. I melt into his touch and find myself asking for more. After a few very short kisses, he pulls away.

"How can I not kiss a person like you?" he smiles. "You did make me feel miserable, but that didn't stop me for developing feelings for you. And I always believe in second chances when it comes to people. So please use it well."

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