#and I’m like damn that’s literally Jinx right there

[cj-marj]

Bro the longer I watched Nine harness that prism power, the more he reminded me of Jinx.

[abbyslovergirlxo]

Same Damn Time

Caitlyn Kiramman x Reader x Ambessa Medarda

tw; Dom!Ambessa, Dom!Caitlyn, sub!reader, rough sex but they’re not so mean towards the end, wlw, sadism (cait/bessa), choking, slapping (everywhere lol), knife usage, blood kink??,masochism (you🫵) , crying, reader has a mouth on her and then folds (typical😒), idk why i made cait psychotic but oh well, oral, degradation, crumbs of praise lmao, ALL SEXUAL INTERACTION IS CONSENSUAL, I am not someone who writes noncon

Word count: 7.8k

… = time skip

a/n; whewww! like what can I even say, this fic is crazy asl. Like I actually think they’re gonna bring back stoning people just for this. Lowkey deserved. But I know there’s someone out there who’s gonna match my freak 😭 i had tooo much fun writing this while listening to the song, made me think of them 😩lots of tw!! so plz read that before scrolling!!! I feel like this is something you’re either really going to love or really going to hate sooo idk. Also I was literally fixated on Sevika/Ambessa and one edit drove me to madness so here we are, getting double teamed by Commander Kiramman and General Merdarda 😩 They’re both evil twins in this but Caitlyn is the more evil twin but no seriously read the tw…. anyways enough of my my rumbling, this fic is long enough lol.

Your ear shot up, body reacting involuntarily to the large grey door opening. Heavy echoing footsteps, hushed whispers, and then a closed door.

“ This is the one?”

The judgemental tone would’ve sent you spiralling, had you been anywhere else. But menacing glares and sharp words would do little for you here. The lights were dim, unfavorably so, only illuminating distinctly right above your chair that you sat in.

Their voices held unyielding authority. Everyone from topside did to be fair but something about these two gave away their status. Their faces were shielded slightly, your eyes squinting in an attempt to see who they were. That attempt was shot down, the small space of darkness they stood in protecting them.

You cursed yourself for not having been smarter that day, faster. For if you had been, you’d never know what the inside of Stillwater’s interrogation room looked like.

“ Yes, General. My enforcers found her near one of Jinx’s old hideouts. From the items that were taken from her we can safely say this one knows something. She knows Jinx. My men attempted to speak to her a couple of days ago but nothing came of it.”

You thought back to the ‘men’ who questioned you, hammered you with prompts that you refused to answer. The bruises on your back proved how badly they wanted to know but you never relented.

“ I don’t know anything.” A lie. A clear one. Both of the women ignored you, tossing back and forth bits of information. You tugged at the shiny metal cuffs, now wishing you’d taken Vi up on those lock picking lessons. I’m so fucked, you thought to yourself. The room was a bit cold and you weren’t exactly dressed for the occasion when they snatched you. So, somberly you shook a little, giving up on listening to whatever they were saying.

You weren’t going to rat. You knew that much.

Your head was hung when you heard them get closer to you. Not bothering to look up, you heard two chairs groan from being pulled, until they sat down from what you assumed.

“ Name?”

Finally you peered up. Your expression faltered for a second, not expecting the sight in front of you. Their outfits clashed and blended seamlessly all at once. One sat in an all black attire, her long blue hair hanging down. The other was engrossed in clads of gold and red.

Sitting right across from you, they both had menacing glares. Well, the glares you expected. Not quite the faces. Shamefully you imagined seeing them somewhere else, maybe in The Last Drop? The younger, sharp features and pinched eyes, looked at you with a particularly hateful look. That didn’t bother you though, she was as intimidating as the drunk men you’d fought with in the undercity. Pretty though, you thought. The other one was a different story entirely.

She was tall, you could tell from how she towered even sitting down. Something about her was elegant. But she looked dangerous. Growing up it was quite necessary to assess who you could and couldn’t take on, and the moment your eyes locked with hers, you knew. The scars on her face also gave way to what she was capable of. She was a problem, even if her stare wasn’t as heinous as the woman beside her.

“ Name?” She pressed. Her voice was calm but she didn’t look like someone who didn’t know how to raise it.

“ I don’t know anything. I don’t even know who Jinx is.”

The blue haired girl scoffed, clearly unimpressed. Her companion remained analytical of you.

“ You’re a terrible liar.” Her voice came off unforgiving and brutal. You’d be lying (again) if you said you weren’t slightly offended. But you kept a neutral face, ignoring her.

“Listen, this doesn’t have to be rough. How this goes depends entirely on you, you choose. We know you know Jinx. We know that you know something. The information you have is quite important to me,”

The older woman paused for a split second, her stare unwavering and promising. She looked over to the younger one before looking back at you.

“ to us. So we’re leaving this room with something, I can assure you that. But I can also assure you that if you help us, we will help you.”

Her voice was smooth, like wine. Well according to what people say about wine, you’d never had it. She was firm in her words, almost as if she herself knew the power behind her promise. That would’ve reassured you had it not been for the fact that she was after your fucking friends.

You looked between the two of them again, assessing the scene in front of you over and over. You were unimpressed, if you were being honest, something you hadn’t been since these cuffs first touched your wrist. Sure, you could tell they meant business but this was futile as an interrogation tactic.

Good cop, bad cop?

While the older wasn’t exactly nice, you expected a missing eye, pulled nails and burnt skin. What you weren’t expecting was two, unfortunately attractive, topside pigs to do a century old method. If anything they should’ve switched, you thought to yourself.

Maybe then they’d get somewhere.

“ Still don’t know who Jinx is or why I’m here.”

“ You’re lying, again. And protecting a known fanatic and criminal. Tell us where we can find Jinx.”

You furrowed your brows, annoyed with her insults and claims. Who is she to tell you that were lying? Well, you were of course. But regardless, the tone in the blue eyed woman before you made you unsettled.

“ I’m not lying.” You gritted out. “ I’ve been detained wrongfully. You’re wasting your time. I don’t know anything.”

“ Yes, you do.” Her voice was firm, final. You scowled at her, but it was nothing in comparison to how she looked at you. Constantly her jaw flexed, on edge and angry. But she had no right to be angry in your mind, after all you were the one chained to a table being talked at rather than talked to. Secretly you wished for the older woman to speak again, at least she wasn’t such a bitch.

“ Are they your friends? Is that it? Because I promise you that we will find Jinx, it will just be a whole lot messier without your help. I don’t mind that. But I’m sure you will.”

You fought the urge to wipe that domineering tone and look off her face. You’re never going to find Jinx! You’re nothing but a power hungry topsider who doesn’t know the first thing about friends! I’m not telling you shit. Was what you wanted to say. But instead,

“ I don’t know Jinx or whatever else you people plan on asking me. Like I said, you. are. wasting. your. time.”

You put emphasis on each word, tired of repeating yourself. But to your un-satisfaction she rolled her eyes, shaking her head.

“ Look… I shouldn’t be here. I can’t give you anything because I don’t kno—“

“ Right.” She cut you off, so obviously tired of your insistent lying, even in the short minutes. “And you’re not an undercity animal.”

“ And you’re not a topside pig.”

In all fairness it came out before you could stop it. You weren’t used to being talked to like this and keeping quiet, it almost came out of pure instinct. But if you were surprised by your words you didn’t show it one bit, a small smile almost playing on your lips.

Her nostrils flared slightly, her breathing elevating. For a moment you thought she’d explode before the other woman spoke.

“ Kiramman.”

You memorized the name, not sure if it’d be useful later once you escaped but just in case. She simply collected herself, nodding at the woman who she called ‘General’. Maybe this is where you went wrong, your natural element slipping out, your ego on its way to arriving.

“ You should learn to control yourself, ya know… during interrogations and such.”

“ Shut your mouth.” It was harsh and whispered. This is when you should’ve stopped but you didn’t.

“ You must be new, since you need a supervisor to help you.”

“ Shut it.”

“ You guys have nothing on me. You’re fucking desperate. I’m n—“

Mistakenly you were so focused on Kiramman that you hadn’t been prepared for the harsh grab of your chin. It was quick, unbelievably fast and that scared you more than anything. The strength of which she used to crush your face also attributed to the pit in your stomach.

“ You’ve chosen miserably.”

Her voice was meaner now, she talked as if you were nothing. Like you were stupid. Instantly you regretted wishing for her presence.

Embarrassingly you struggled against her trying to pry away but it was useless. She effortlessly held you there, your cheeks red with humiliation and anger. You tried to ignore the victorious face planted on Kiramman.

“ She said shut your mouth so you shouldn’t be doing anything but that.”

“ Thought you w-wanted me to talk, which one is it?”

You half expected her to break your jaw or lash out like the woman beside her. Instead she remained calm, eerily calm. Anyone with such strength and patience was someone who got what they wanted. But, you weren’t going to talk, you reminded yourself.

She pulled you closer, not without the rebellious tug from you. Silently she analyzed you, staring into your eyes painstakingly long. You squirmed and averted your gaze. She let you go with a ‘hmph’.

“ She won’t talk, not like this.”

The blue haired girl whipped her head towards her, then back to you, a blue fire blazing in her eyes. From the short time they’d been in the room it was clear the older woman held a higher position, authority oozing from her undoubtedly. But now you noticed something dark about the Kiramman that you should have picked up on before.

She was angry, unreasonably so. There was something constantly threatening to set off inside of her.

“ Everyone talks. There has to be something that’ll make her.”

The General hummed. “ I agree, but not like this. She’s loyal to them and she’s prepared for a cell if not this. She’s attempting to use our anger to distract us. She needs something else.”

The goosebumps from the cold air became accompanied by ones born from anxiety. Your mind went into a dark place, worried you’d never leave Stillwater. What if they starved you? Kept you locked in some cell as your body slowly decayed while you still lived? True fear found its way to you for the first time, the unknown overwhelming.

Kiramman seemed to hold back a sigh, instead taking a moment to actually listen to her superior's words. You couldn’t tell what she was thinking but from the firm nod she let off to the General, you knew it wasn’t in your favor. The grey haired woman stood now, making your heart race. Desperately you tugged at the chain once more, attempting to repeat your overdone line.

“ Look, I really don’t know anything.” Ignored.

The blue haired girl remained seated, leaned back slightly, watching silently as the older woman walked around the table. She walked to you with a certain prowess about her. She was taller than you’d expected, to your dismay. You refused to look at her when she was finally standing beside you, face aimed at the grey table.

You pinched your eyes waiting to be hit, choked maybe, or stabbed if they didn’t mind the mess. Your breathing raised as you tried to silently comfort yourself through whatever pain soon awaited. You held back a flinch when you felt large hands pulling at your chains.

It’ll be okay. It’ll be okay. It’ll be okay. Fuck.

*clink*

You snapped your eyes open, seeing your handcuffs now undone.

“ Stand up.”

You took in a breath, silently grateful that you hadn’t been harmed. You stood now, relieved. At least whatever they were going to do wasn’t happening in the now you thought. You looked towards the giant closed metal door, expecting your arm to be snatched as she led you to your dark cell. But to your surprise she simply spoke again.

“ On the table.”

You looked between the two of them.

You shook your head, not even at them, it just shook. No way in hell were you going to lay down on some metal table while these two psychopaths did whatever they wanted to you. You weren’t exactly happy about the bruises that already resided there, definitely not hoping for extras.

“ …No.”

You hadn’t wished to say it but you couldn’t bring yourself to willingly place your body on that table before they hurt you.

“ You misunderstand the situation. You’ve chosen already. So get on the table.”

You didn’t choose shit. That’s what you wanted to shout, to scream at them until your bones betrayed you. A million emotions rushed through your head, clenching and unclenching your hands. Instead you remained silent and unmoving, your refusal to acknowledge was saying ‘no’ in its own way.

“ Fucking impossible…”

You didn’t even have a moment to react to the words before you were pulled. A grunt left your mouth as your hair was gripped painfully. Anger coursed through you upon seeing the black uniform in your peripheral. You used your now free hands to try and pry her hands from you but she only gripped impossibly tighter, your scalp beginning to burn. She was swifter than you’d imagined she’d be, strong too, grabbing both of your hands with one, pinning them. This somehow was worse than cuffs.

“ Fucki— let me go!”

Ignored. Why did they ignore everything?

“ Where do you want her?”

Her General's eyebrows raised, but you didn’t see surprise. Not even disappointment. Content, maybe? You didn’t put it past her.

“ Let's put her on her back to start.”

She moved without question or affirmation. Irritation was clear across your face now, upset at the stinging that wasn’t letting up on your scalp. But clearly the woman behind you didn’t care, roughly forcing you onto the table. She wasn’t as tall as her companion but she was taller than you and it wasn’t an advantage on your part. The force behind her movements were unsettling, you hadn’t thought she was powerless at first glance, but her grip on you was unnerving compared to what you thought she was capable of.

The cold metal wasn’t welcoming. It felt like a million needles were puncturing your skin causing you to shudder. Your tank top strap had fallen off your shoulder amidst the struggle, close enough to slipping down making you wish your hands were free.

“ Give me her wrist.”

They swiftly transferred your hands, the Generals grip matching hers but you could tell there was more strength to be given behind it. You didn’t want to imagine her really trying to squeeze you. The cuffs you were free from moments ago encased you again, and you didn't miss the two extra notches she clicked causing your bone to shift uncomfortably with the metal. You scowled.

“ It’s too fucking tight.”

Not even a pitied glance, nothing. Ignored. Again. You shifted your wrist again, overwhelmed and upset. And this bitch is still gripping my hair, using her other hand to keep your shoulder on the table casually. So easily, and that made you feel vulnerable, helpless. And your now restrained hands weren’t helping, the slight burn making something in your throat want to creep up but you wouldn’t dare allow it, deciding to instead take it out on them.

“ Let go of my hair, you bi–”

You hissed, the stinging sensation pulsating across your cheek. It wouldn’t leave a bruise but you damn sure felt it.

“ Mind your tongue.”

The General ignored the glare you sent her straight from hell, instead taking off her jacket revealing a dark sleeveless sort of top. You couldn’t begin to imagine or decipher the detailing of it, topsiders always dressed too flashy in your opinion, too stuck up. Her arms were as big as you'd thought. Both being ridiculed with scars.

Then, another sharp crack resounded through the dark room, a quick punishing tug to your scalp. This one would unfortunately leave a bruise. You could tell. You didn’t hiss this time, too stunned, on the verge of groaning from the way she used your hair as a plaything.

“ What she said.”

Kiramman finally let go of your hair, the residue of her strength still pounding through your head. You tried to sit up but she instead used both of her hands to hold you down. With only your legs to move, you kicked but the General shut that down as soon as it started. Effortlessly she used only one hand to keep them pinned down, now looking over you and at Kiramman.

What now? You thought. Cut my skin until I fess up? Break my bones until I don’t have any? Beat me bloody while I lie on this cold table? Are they going to kill me when this is all over, when I don’t say anything? I’m going to die here, aren’t I? I’m going to die and nobody’s gonna know.

It’ll be ok. It’ll be ok. It’ll be ok. I can take it. I can take it.

Eyes suddenly squeezed shut, recited echoes of wishful thinking, a scratchy throat. You braced yourself.

“ Last chance. Tell us where we can find Jinx and I’ll send you back to your cell. Untouched.”

Your voice came out a little exasperated, anxiety and anger laced into it. You kept your eyes shut.

“ I don’t know who Jinx is so I can’t tell you that. I don’t know anything.”

Your shoulder crushed more into the table, pale hands squeezing.

“ You continue to choose stupidity, insolence. No more of that.”

Suddenly the grip on your legs were let go and you opened your eyes. She was still at the head of the table staring down at you. For a moment you considered kicking again but as if she read your mind…

“ Kick me and I will break every bone in your knee.”

Her tone wasn’t intimidating, demeaning absolutely, but not intimidating. The certainty in her voice made you throw away any ideas of using your legs. You liked your knees to say the least. You peered straight up to see an upside version of Kiramman, her long blue hair creating a shadow around her neck, her jawline distinct. Even without seeing her face, only the outline of lips and nose, the anger radiated off her body.

“ What now?”

The General looked over you, straight at her.

“ We’ll need to take her pants off for the next part.”

You and Kiramman spoke at the same time.

“ Wait, what? My pants?” “ Her pants?”

The older woman simply gave a one word reply, meant to supply both of you with a firm answer, ‘yes’.

“ Wait, wait.”

She looked down at you, eyebrows raised.

“ Do you remember something about Jinx? Something you’d like to tell us?”

You listened to the flickering sound coming from the light above you. One by one you let them pop into your head. Jinx, long blue hair and wild face as she hugged you. Vi, stuffing her favorite foodsin your face. Isha, making paper airplanes with you. For a moment you thought a tear might slip but it didn’t. You drew in a shaky breath, ignoring the sting on your wrist.

“ No. I don’t know anything. I just…”

You averted your gaze.

“ Is it going to hurt?”

A stupid question in your mind. No doubt torture hurts. But something in you needed to ask, needing some sort of certainty in what was to come.

“ That depends on you entirely. I’ll give you pain when you give me insolence. But when you give me answers, I’ll give you… ”

She suddenly ghosted a hand over your calf.

“ Relief.”

You shuddered a little, her graze unexpected. But you didn’t dare move your leg, not wanting to test what qualified as a kick to her. You didn’t want to imagine what she meant by relief, because it couldn’t mean that. It couldn’t mean that.

“ How does that sound?”

“ It sounds like I have nothing else to say to you.”

She hummed. Without another word she slipped her large hands in your waistband, pulling them down to your ankles. You wanted them back the second your bare thigh touched the cold metal. A click echoed and you looked to see a blade in her hand, small in size but formidable in design. Gold snakes seemed to embroider its handle. You sucked in a harsh breath at the sight, your eyes locked on it.

Your eyes flicked up at the blue haired woman, her position now changed so that you could see her face again. Her eyes almost beamed? For the first time an expression other than anger displayed itself on her features. Now she looked almost… pleased. Excited.

It’ll be ok. It’ll be ok. I can take it. I can take it. I can take it. Hopefully.

You ignored the last words, watching as the General kept her eyes trained on your plump thighs. Opening them, she traced it right on the inside of it. Immediately you could tell it was sharp. Too sharp. It was cold against your skin, not as harsh as the table but unforgiving nonetheless. Anticipation rushed through you. Hands clenched within its restraints, the light flickering and flickering, her soft hands on your shoulder, icy metal on your skin, her hand slipping onto your thigh and then….

“ Ngnh!”

Your head pressed into the metal slightly. You’d have been embarrassed by your whimper if it wasn’t for the sudden warm drip down your thigh. Blood, you assumed. You’d been through worse but you still squirmed at the cut now adorned on your skin. She pushed down on your thigh, not fond of your squirming. Then she continued, tracing the blade across your thigh, waiting until your body finally relaxed, stopping itself from that state of bracing. And right when you did, she’d swipe a quick line across your shaky, burning legs. Always between your thighs, always.

It felt like electricity was rushing through you, it was all so overwhelming. You felt like you were being swallowed alive and they had barely done anything. The cuts burned and sent a rush of pain through your nerves and skin. Everytime you looked at Kiramman her face was becoming alive with intoxication. It’s like she couldn’t pull her eyes away, trained on the way your leg wobbled under her General’s hand, how you whimpered lowly, the light trace of blood on the expensive blade. You jolted again, particularly harder this time.

“ Relax. It's just a little cut, you're a big girl.”

It continued like this. You tried your best to stifle the whimpers coming from your mouth. The last thing you wanted was for them to hear what they were doing to you. Over and over she painted your thighs with your own crimson, and it hurt. It hurt, it did. And that's all it should be.

But your stomach kept getting that feeling. It burned, like the surface level cuts she gave you. It burned every time her calloused finger swiped across your sliced skin, collecting blood. It burned when she smiled suddenly, as if proud of her work. And it was scalding when you looked up and saw those blue eyes entranced. But it wasn’t pain. It wasn’t…anger. It was something else. Something that made you want to release that feeling in your throat, made you wish she meant something ungodly when she offered relief.

“ What's this?”

Your skin was hot to the touch now, sweaty. Trembling slightly, you looked up at her. For a moment you couldn’t begin to imagine what she was referring to until you traced her eyes. You silently prayed that it wasn’t what you thought. But from the way she asked, you knew.

“ What is it?”

Kiramman asked, curiosity clear in her voice. The older woman smirked, staring down at the wet spot in your panties.

“ It seems her body is more honest than she is. I think our little prisoner likes this. Her panties say so at least.”

Your face burned so hot that it rivaled the sun itself. You considered saying something, protesting and denying it. But what was the point? It did feel good, the burn felt good. And she had the evidence right in front of her. You couldn’t meet either of their gazes, looking to the side in shame. Kiramman laughed, the vibrations reaching you through her touch.

“ I knew it, she was whimpering like a dog. Isn’t that right?”

You shook your head, still refusing to look. But she wasn’t having it, using one of her hands to pull your chin. Even upside down, she looked menacing. She forced eye contact. Her face was rampant with mocking undertones, sadistic glares.

“ Is that why you’ve been so rude? You wanted us to give you a little pain, show you a good time? You really are pathetic.”

“ That’s not tr– n-ngh!”

A stinging pain after a quick slap to your clothed cunt made you whimper louder than anytime the blade touched you. It felt like a live wire tapping your skin, your legs snapping shut. The wet spot in your panties grew, your breathing uneven.

“ Insolence. Tell the truth.”

I can’t. You thought. Telling them that you’d enjoyed it, even a tiny bit, seemed more daunting suddenly than ratting.

“ I’m not ly– f-fuck…”

You weren’t sure if you’d ever be allowed to finish a sentence, her hand opening your legs followed by another slap coming down. Your eyes fluttered for a moment, your face squeezing with pain and pleasure. Kiramman used the hand she never removed to guide you. A smile was now on her lips, wide with genuine amusement.

“ Oh god, did you just… moan? You really are something aren’t you? Is that what it’s going to take? A few more slaps to your cunt and you’ll be blabbering? Or maybe…”

She lowered herself, close enough that her hair brushed against your face. You whined again, another unsuspecting smack from the older woman. You hadn’t even done anything, she just liked the way your panties got damper with each hit. Kiramman almost thanked her for it, relishing in hearing the noise even closer. She whispered to you.

“ If I make you cum enough times you’ll remember something. I bet you’d like that, letting a… what was it that you called me…a topside pig make your cunt cry?”

Finally, you gave way to the ache in your throat. A tear fell down your face suddenly. Another burning sensation forming in your stomach at the feeling of the General toying with the rim of your panties.

“ Please…”

It was quiet, almost matching the decibels of the wind. But you knew she’d heard it. It was obvious from how her grin widened, her eyes looking like ones of a deranged woman.

“ Please what? Please…make me cum? Please…let me go? Please fucking what?”

In this small moment of time, you almost felt like you were watching your dignity physically leave your body. You imagined telling her to let you go, that you didn’t know anything and a few cuts to your legs wasn’t going to change that. And you considered it, over and over. Then something played in your mind, a sick fantasy woven in desperation. In it, you asked her what you really wanted to. And in it they kissed you until you couldn’t breathe, made you finish until you didn’t know how to walk. You considered both. But only one of them made your core ache with desire. Your eyes were even glossier now. Suddenly you were working yourself up for a new kind of courage.

I can take it. I can take it. I can take it.

“ Make me cum please.”

“ Please who?”

I can take it.

“ Please, Kiramman.”

“ That’s it. Finally something coming out of your mouth other than horseshit. But you still need some manners…”

The grip that had left your ears ringing suddenly came back, her pale fingers peeking through your hair. She pulled your head up, forcing you to look at the General. You groaned, arms thrashing slightly, the sting of the metal never relenting.

“ I’m not the only one here. Go ahead, ask General Merdarda too.”

You gritted your teeth. This was already humiliating, and she was just reveling in it. Your legs were already spread, panties damp, dried crimson on your skin, hands bound above your stomach. You’d already asked, multiple times. And now you had to say it again, with a death-like grip on your hair and those hazel eyes peering at you, awaiting.

“ …but I already asked y—“

The slap was even stronger this time , the force of it driving your body insane. Merdarda grinned at you, even laughing a little at the noise you made. Another tear fell down your cheek but Kiramman was quick to wipe it. Right before she licked her finger.

“ But you didn’t ask me.”

If she slapped your cunt again you’d probably start grinding against the table, somehow making you look more pathetic than you do right now. So you gave in.

“ P-Please General Merdarda, will…”

I’m never speaking about this if I get out of here.

“…Will you please make me cum?”

“ Well would you look at that, that’s all you had to say little one. But what do we get in return? Surely you can’t expect us to make you cum with nothing given back.”

“ …But…I already said I don’t know anything.”

Kiramman scoffed.

“ Even after you soak your panties from a little cut, you still have the ability to lie. I’m almost impressed.”

She let your head drop back onto the table.

“ Almost.”

….

For a second you thought she’d kiss them.

At first glance it seemed so, her soft lips trailed over the red raised wounds, her nose spilling cold air on them. You reveled in it, an ember threatening to go a blaze within you. That was until she nipped at it, a hiss leaving your mouth. You couldn’t see her smile but you felt it sweeping across the throbbing skin. You cursed under your breath, the force behind her bite growing more rabid. She slapped the thigh she wasn’t ravaging, quick and harsh.

“ You like that, don’t you?”

There that voice was again, smooth and sultry. You weren’t sure if she was referencing the strike on your leg or her roaming fingers but murmured yes anyway. Yes to all of it. She had your shirt hitched up, breast exposed. Every once and awhile she’d toy with them, trace an outline around your nipple, wait and then pinch. So often though she found herself distracted, your features giving away how desperate you were.

Merdarda found enjoyment in watching your contort every time Kiramman did something to you, anything to you really. You were like a tight coiled spring, threatening to snap at any given moment. It's like every touch has you ready to risk everything. And you learned quickly they were into this a little more than you, mania clear across their faces. You were trembling, Kiramman taking advantage of how sensitive your legs were.

“ C’mere.”

You felt a little dizzy, seeing her lift her head up from between your legs. She grabbed your cuffed hands, pulling you up to meet her face. It all happened so fast and you winced from the strain in your shoulders. She was closer now and it was just now that you noticed the traces of blood on her lips. You hadn’t expected a kiss this time around, but it happened. It wasn’t gentle, if anything it felt like she was trying to cannibalize you with her tongue. Shamefully you pushed against her, sick to your stomach at how good she tasted. Hints of copper on your tastebuds, her wandering hands. She pulled back, being sure to bite your lip before doing so.

“ You taste that? It’s you.”

She dropped her eyes to your thighs, licking over her lips once more. A trance almost seemed to describe the hunger behind her stare, but you couldn’t be sure. You didn’t care either way, you just wanted her to do whatever was on her mind to you and soon.

“ fucking delicious.”

The whispered lust in her voice rivaled the reaction brought out from Medardas heavy hands.

“ You should taste her General. She’s sweeter than that filthy mouth of hers.”

Wordlessly, she captured your lips next. Her movements were more experienced, methodical and you felt as though you melted into her due to it. Ruby lipstick smeared onto you, a groan slipping from her as she made sure to taste everything you had to offer. The metallic tinge on her tongue made her pull in deeper. You whimpered, dizzy from lack of breath and insatiable roaming hands.By the time she pulled away your eyes were low, an unfocused look about you.

“ I wonder if her cunt tastes even better.”

Kiramman smiled sickly to herself, her gapped teeth giving you a warm tinge to your cheek.

“ We’ll know soon enough.”

….

Your wrist were nearly rubbed raw with all the thrashing you were doing. Time and time again you made attempts to close those abused legs of yours, in hopes of protecting your cunt. Unfortunately, Kiramman wasn’t pleased and she slapped it raw until you cried enough apologies. She mumbled something along the lines of ‘can’t be stupid and greedy’. But you somehow continued to be prove to be both, whining endlessly about the torture of her tongue. She never let up though, only unlatching from you to say obscene things or mark up your poor legs.

It seemed the pair held similar views, sick desires. Medarda would litter your neck and breast with purple marks shamelessly. She smelled of some expensive plant you’d never heard of, all you knew was that it made you whimper everytime her skin was pressed onto yours. She’d whisper siren-like words to you, etched in sin, rough kisses between them all. And yet you drank them into your ears like milk and honey.

“ You just came, didn’t you? Nasty girl.”

“ Do you remember anything now, hm?”

“ Don’t be so dramatic, keep your legs open for her.”

“ You must spread yourself open often. You’re a natural.”

“ Your cunts almost as noisy as you, dear.”

And when her tongue wasn’t making you drip onto the table, Kirammans words were just as wicked, if not more. Her posh accent was a coverup for all the nefarious things laced into it. A very, very poor coverup.

“ I said— keep. them. open. Unless you need a second pair of cuffs? … No? Then fucking listen.”

“ Go on, you can cry. I know it feels good. Yes filthy girl…just like that. ”

“ You’ve made a mess. Say you're sorry.”

“ Quit it, you can get a break when you remember something.”

“ Don’t act so sweet now— had quite a lot to say earlier. Isn’t that right?”

This was wrong, every bit of it. There was nothing exactly right about two high ranking officers of Piltover and Noxus eating you alive in the depths of Stillwater. The thought alone should send you running. It should have you drinking hot flashes of anger, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. But it didn’t. It only made you spread your legs wider and beg shamefully for more kisses.

It all felt so good. They felt so good and a redeemable, rational part of you hated that. But every time rationality tried to sink itself into you, Commander Kiramman and General Merdarda were right there to sink into you faster. And by god, they made you feel more full than any morale.

You were so sure you were going to die before. And that thought that hadn’t been removed just yet, except now you thought you’d pass away from all the onslaught orgasms caused by the ravenous women beside and inside you.

“ a—angh! oh god…pl–please”

Kiramman held back a sly smile, seeing the way you twitched, body so sensitive. Her fingers were drenched with you, now gloveless. Initially her signature black gloves dug inside of you but the minute she tasted you she knew she didn’t want it anywhere but on her skin. Quite roughly, she had pulled three orgasms, somehow each one more intense than the last. But that wasn’t enough, not to them. Nothing was enough until those pretty lips whimpered something they could actually report back. And even then she wasn’t sure she’d want to stop.

“ Are you going to make a mess again for us?”

Pathetically, you fought back the white of your eyes before looking down at her. She couldn’t help but grip your thighs tighter at your teary face, nodding exhaustingly down at her. Medarda kept you slightly upright, your back arching into her bicep while she sucked on your breast. Honestly she hadn’t a clue how long she’d been at it but by the rate she was going you’d look a fucked out mosaic by the time they were done. She laughed to herself but you knew it was at you. And that fact only made you rut against the table more.

“ This is going to be your fourth one dear. We’re never going to leave this room if you keep being so stubborn.”

She trailed her kisses up your chest. A peck here and a peck there. The slow ascend of her affections compared to the rapid thrust of the others fingers made you bite your lip, the skin pulling between your teeth. By the time she was up to your ear you were practically panting.

“ Or is that what you want? For us to keep making you cry until you can’t anymore?”

They’d never know it and thank god for that but you almost whispered a yes.

Kiramman couldn’t hear what was spoken but she definitely felt it. You clenched around her even harder, a long mewl spilling from you. She creased her blue brows slightly as she sped up her fingers, making sure to never be gentle with that special spot, secretly itching to hear just how loud you could get whenever you came. Her counterpart was just as wanting for it out of you, a more balanced desire about her. Even in spite of the way she pulled you in for another kiss when she heard you sob, “ ‘m s-so close..”

This time Kiramman both felt and heard it, her fingers happily accepting the tight squeeze of you. She latched back onto your clit which was practically begging to be consumed again, if you asked her. Immediately you tensed, using every ounce of self restraint to not slam her cheeks with your legs. It also got devastatingly hard to keep up with Medarda’s mouth, she pressed into you like she forgot you needed air, like you only needed them. And as the coil in your belly grew and the sloppy sounds of her eating away filled the room, you did need them.

A muffled moan ricocheted into Merdarda and she invited it wholeheartedly. When she finally pulled away, you used your bound hands to grab at her hand groping you. You squeezed it the second you felt Kiramman offer a grunt inside of your cunt. She licked you like she was rabid, lost in whatever drugs your pussy clearly had laced in it. Merdarda found it all so nasty, so amusing. Seeing the renowned Caitlyn Kiramman so cruel but so feral, and you with your slick mouth gone and lips swollen, made her clench around nothing.

Even if nobody in the room spoke it, you were all enjoying this ‘interrogation’ a little too much. That manic laughter that constantly filled Kirammans head, those stupid pigtails and flashy gadgets, had even subsided for a moment. She still wanted nothing more than to rip that smile off her face, but the way the tears journeyed down your face so easily made her want something more.

Right now all she wanted was for you to cum on her face, and she nearly keeled over when she finally heard you sing that song for her. A moan that could only be replicated in the best whorehouses of Zaun left you. The pair both smiled the moment they heard you whimper what they already knew.

“ i th—‘m gonn—“

You could barely manage a single word, back practically ingraining itself in her arm the way you arched over it.

“ Let it out, make a mess.”

Your body truly was more honest than you and clearly obedient because the second she said it you did. Your self restraint abandoned you, left you on that table shaking and crying. Your bruised legs kissed her cheeks (not so gently) as she ate and thrusted at the same pace she did before, never letting up. Even with your legs shaking and around her she just drove in deeper. The pleasure slipped into overdrive making you shake your head, trying your best to pull away, use your hands, anything to make her stop. But Merdarda snatched your cuffed hands.

“ kira—kirammannn!”

Wow, that’s the only time she’s heard her last name and wanted to hear it more. But she ignored you, knowing you were begging for her to stop. By now your legs had dropped, too weak to hold up. Your whole body practically vibrated as you lost your breath. Maybe it was the burning sensation ripping through you or the cotton in your head but you stupidly turned your head to look up at Medarda.

“ help…me…gonna fu— die!”

First she looked at you, toyed with your nipple as your hands fought against hers. So pretty and so pathetic, she thought. Then looked down at Kiramman, whose eyes now opened and met hers. An amused glint was in her blue tinted stare and suddenly Medarda couldn’t think of a single reason she’d help you.

“ She’s eating child, don’t be so rude. Have some manners.”

She was looking at you when she said it, but from the mockery in her tone you knew it was meant for more than just you. And it was confirmed when a smile traced itself onto your throbbing cunt. But it quickly went away. She was eating after all.

“ i canttt! pleasee!”

Kiramman didn’t stop until you went silent, unable to speak, inconsistent babbles of nonsense here and there. You weren’t even shaking now, just twitching and breathing like the oxygen in the room had been sucked out. When she finally got up from between your legs she couldn’t help herself and gave two quick bites. A strangle mix of a hiss and moan could be heard as you watched her stand. She lifted her fingers to your mouth, shoving them inside.

You expected her to be rough and jam them down your throat but to your surprise she simply swirled them around your mouth. Despite that voice in your head you sucked at them tiredly hoping to please them. And pleased they were. They both watched as you weakly licked her fingers clean. By the time she pulled away they both knew that previous orgasm just couldn’t be the last.

“ Do you remember anything now?”

You were fucked out, but not that fucked out.

“…no”

Thank god, they both thought in unison.

“ I guess it’s my turn then.”

…

BONUS

Kiramman walked with pure candor on her face. She heard the whispers as she walked past but she ignored them. What was the point in entertaining fools? Besides, the moment her eyes met theirs they always went silent. Always. Today hadn’t been the best day for her. Most days weren’t, hunting for that psycho and her friends wasn’t an easy job or a fun one. But she wouldn’t rather be doing anything else. Well…maybe someone else…

“ Don’t let anyone in.”

The guard nodded dutifully.

By the time she reached the room, she was already imagining her sweet song. She didn’t have to wait long to hear it in person because it was practically blasting throughout the room the moment the door opened. She closed the door behind her, smiling deviously as she placed her heavy cape onto the chair.

“ She’s even wetter today, if you can believe it.”

She laughed softly, “ Oh I can believe it. How many has she got so far?”

“ Just two. Don’t worry, you didn’t take too long.”

“ God, I know. I got caught up with that fool Salo.”

Medarda laughed now, knowing all too well how annoying he could be.

“ medardaaa”

Your toes curled, struggling to handle the two large fingers inside of you. Both were devastatingly skilled with their fingers but hers were undoubtedly bigger. Way bigger. And if the size wasn’t agonizing enough, she was hitting that spot over and over. This time your hands were free, and you used them to grip her bicep.

Suddenly your throat had a new necklace. Not a very nice one. She squeezed her free hand around your throat, speeding her fingers. Clearly she wasn’t a fan of your interruption, despite the way her cunt ached when she heard her name in such a filthy way.

“ Can’t you see us talking? And you didn’t even greet your Commander. She came all this way to see you.”

You thought you were going to pass out, the squelching sounds and sultry insults becoming distant. Your mind and body gave into her once the resisting clearly wasn’t doing anything. And you loved it. Each filthy posh coated word, lingering touch, rushed collided lips left you undone. The strength behind their hands made you want to never be without it. And for the past two weeks it continued to, leaving you right here in this room on this desk, unable to breath, only able to cry and spread your legs wider.

Medarda let go, allowing Kiramman to finally slip beside you. As much as she loved the song you offered, she wanted your lips. You gasped into her, them giving you no time to actually catch a breath between the transfer. Lightheaded, you still pushed against her, wetness dripping from your face to hers. She pulled away, licked the rogue tear from the corner of your mouth.

By the time she was looking at you, you were heaving, clasping onto her bicep instead of Medardas now. She watched with such marvel as your face contorted into those beautiful expressions, such a drastic difference from the stupid girl she interrogated. Logically she knew she couldn’t call what all of you were doing an interrogation. So she opted to saying ‘some investigating work’ the few times someone inquired about her abrupt departures. It wasn’t a complete lie, her and Medarda were investigating something every couple of days. your cunt

Her gaze traced to the brown fingers moving in and out of you, then to glisten on her General's hand and finally to your thighs. They were healing nicely. Unfortunately for her they wouldn’t leave a scar according to the doctor she took you to. She almost frowned at the thought.

But then she heard you whisper a quick, “ h-hi Kiramman…”

She smiled at you, a warm thought coming to her.

“ Hi, filthy girl.”

We’ll make sure they scar next time.

P.s. They had the officers who beat you killed 😜

[aothotties]

Mommy Chaser pt. 3

Previous Chapters: (1)(2)

Warnings: swearing, masturbation, protected sex, riding, cunnilingus (m & f receiving), biting, fingering, multiple orgasms, pet names, lots of kissing!

Word count: 3.9K

Note: I am SO sorry it took me this fucking long to post this but I hope you all enjoy it!! :)

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“Mika, I don’t want to jinx anything with Eren but he’s damn near perfect.” You gush to your best friend while you pace back and forth. 

“Y/N! You must like him if you’re talking like this, are you sure you two haven’t slept together yet?” She asks somewhat playfully, Jean is sitting right next to her waiting for you to answer. 

“Ha ha, you know I haven’t slept with him. I can’t lie to you and say I’m not curious though.” You lay on the bed and bite your lip at the memory of your last encounter. 

The smell of his cologne filled your nostrils when he wrapped his arms around you for a hug. Or the comforting feeling of his muscular abdomen against your fingertips. 

“Are you still there?” You’re drawn out of your daydream by Mikasa and feel heat rush to your cheeks. 

“She’s probably thinking about getting dicked down right now.” Jean mumbles and your jaw quickly drops at such a wild, but somewhat true, accusation. 

You hear a smack and a yelp from Jean before Mikasa apologizes for his vulgar statement. 

“Please ignore him, we’re playing drunk board games and somebody’s having fun.” 

You can feel the poor woman’s embarrassment through the phone and let out a giggle to reassure her. 

“That sounds like fun, and even though your husband is an idiot…he’s not completely wrong.” You can’t help but admit defeat as more reminders from the other night flood your mind. 

“Oh my he’s really on your mind, isn’t he? I say go for it; I’ve known him for a long time and he’s a good guy. You deserve to move on and be happy.” You feel your worries die down the more she speaks, it’s almost like she’s giving you her blessing. 

“He’s corny as hell and eats enough for three people!” Jean adds and receives another light smack, this time he pulls Mikasa on top of him. 

You laugh and roll your eyes at his drunken words. You stare at the phone in confusion when there’s a lingering silence, soon followed by whispers and giggling. 

“Y’all, I’m still here. I’ll call you guys tomorrow night. Love you!”

“We love you more! Let us know how everything goes, Jean!” You hear your friend let out a fit of giggles before the line disconnects. 

You swipe over to your messaging app and sigh nervously. Your thumbs hover over the keyboard for a few minutes, you chew on your bottom lip and let out a sigh. 

You’re not even sure why you’re so anxious about all of this. Your baby girl is with her grandmother for the weekend, you don’t have to stress about working at all. It’s quite literally the perfect weekend for him to come over. 

“It’s now or never.” You mumble to yourself and start typing on the screen below. 

You smile at the last message before double-tapping it and leaving a heart. The feeling of the soft mattress and warm blanket have you drifting off. 

On the other side of

town Eren is acting like a teenage boy. If he could bounce off the walls in excitement he absolutely would, he’s only slightly ashamed of the bulge in his pants forming. It’s not his fault you’re the most divine woman in his eyes, you’re just so perfect. 

The thought of knowing that he’s going to finally get to see all of you, he’ll finally get to touch and squeeze your perfect breasts. All the nights of imagining what you look, feel and taste like have him leaking precum. 

He pulls off the suffocating boxers and lets out a hum of relief when the cool air makes contact with his hot tip. A thick hand wraps around the base and drags up, massaging the pink tip each time. 

“Y/N” He whines as he rapidly fuck his fist, his free hand grabs the sheets below as he gets close to his release. 

His tipping point is the thought of what your tight pussy is going to feel like wrapped around him. The hand grabbing the sheets slaps over his mouth as he moans loudly into his palm. 

He falls back onto his pillows and lets out a sigh of relief as he catches his breath. He looks down at the mess on his hand and huffs sleepily. 

“Just one more day.” He mumbles to himself while wiping the sticky fluid off himself. 

The next day finally rolls around and you’ve never felt more nervous for anything in your life. 

“Pull yourself together girl, you’ve had lots of sex before.” You say to yourself in the mirror while gently patting your cheeks. 

Your pep talk comes to an end when you hear the doorbell ring, you look over yourself once again in the mirror before shutting the light off. 

“Who is it?” You ask as you walk up to the door, a smile forms when you look through the peephole and see Eren on the other side. 

“It’s your future husband, open the door, sweetheart.” He responds playfully and you shake your head to refrain from laughing. 

You quickly unlock the door and move to the side so he can walk in. He drops his bag on the floor and removes his shoes before pulling you into a hug. 

You wrap your arms around his neck and he pulls you in closer. You take a deep breath and get a whiff of his cologne. 

“You smell nice.” You mumble against his chest, he rests his chin on top of your head and hums contently. 

“Thank you, I was thinking of you when I bought it. Are you hungry? I brought snacks for us to have.” He sets you back on the ground and you shake your head in response.

“I had lunch not too long ago, I can make you something if you’re hungry.” You politely offer and he’s the one to shake his head.

“I ate beforehand too, and when it’s time to eat dinner will be on me. I’m gonna be treating you today. Now show me one of those movies you were talking about.” He turns you towards the living room and you both sit on the couch.

“It’s called Bridgerton Eren.” You correct him, he playfully rolls his eyes and turns on an episode he’s never seen.

You get comfortable on the couch and cuddle up to Eren. You focus closely on the screen and give your full attention to the show.

In the few months of you two meeting one another, Eren has never understood why you love this show so much. 

Maybe it’s the attractive cast members, or maybe it is the plot, he’ll just have to watch and see for himself. That only lasts for a few seconds before his eyes land on your focused state. 

He grins at how entranced you are before the sound of moaning catches his attention. His eyes lock onto the TV and he raises an eyebrow. 

“So this is what you watch when I’m not here?” He smirks at you and you shake your head. 

“Not all the time! Sometimes I watch Modern Family or Brooklyn 99.” You say matter in rebuttal. 

He nods his head and hums in response before giving his attention back to the screen. He watches closely as the actors kiss and caress each other so tenderly. 

He shifts around on the couch to relieve some of the pressure in his underwear and glances to make sure you don’t notice anything. Thoughts of his hands groping your body and his lips kissing down your neck flood his mind as the scene goes on. 

You’re no better, there’s wetness pooling in your panties at the thought of him ravishing your body. Oh, how you long to be able to feel his mouth on yours, whispering sweet nothings in your ear while you come from another orgasm. 

You look over at Eren and are surprised to see how intensely he’s staring at the television. His Adam’s Apple moves up and down as he Mswallows nervously and keeps his eyes on the screen. 

You sit up and hold back a laugh at the blush that forms on his cheeks. 

“No I’m good, why are you alright?” He rubs the palms of his hands and his jeans and you nod in response to his question. 

“I’m doing great, if you want we can watch something else.” You reach for the remote, he gently grabs your hand and shakes his head. 

“You don’t have to do that, it’s fine. I’m fine.” He reassures you with a smile and a pat on the leg. 

“You know what's nice about being a mom?” You tilt your head and run your fingers through his hair. 

He inhales deeply and hums in relaxation at the feeling of your fingers massaging his scalp. He looks over at you and gives you a tired smile, he can’t help but crumble under each stroke of your fingers. 

“You can almost always tell when someone’s lying.” You whisper in his ear and watch as he has a full-body shiver. 

You place a finger on his lips to silence him. He swallows nervously but refuses to take his eyes off yours. 

You find yourself climbing into his lap as if it’s your throne. The finger that was covering his lips traces the outline of his mouth. 

He wraps an arm around your waist to pull you in closer, you close the space between you two and press your lips together.

You release his hair from its ponytail and tug gently at his roots, a groan falls from his lips at the sensation and his hands steadily move down your back, they hover above your ass and you pull away from his lips.

“You can touch me Eren, I want you to touch me.” You stroke his cheek with your thumb and he nods his head, he pulls you down by the back of your neck and slides his tongue in your mouth.

This time you’re the one that’s making sounds, you whimper into the kiss when his large hands rub the fat of your ass. His hips buck abruptly and your whimpers turn into moans, you can feel his hard cock against the fabric of your shorts.

Your hands grab at his shirt, urging him to take it off quickly. He gets the hint and pulls away from your lips to remove it. You bite your lip at the sight of his body from under you, you can’t help but trail a finger down his abdomen.

“Don’t be shy baby.” He teases and takes your hand trailing it down his body at a teasingly slow pace. 

He smirks at how shy you’ve suddenly become, only watching his body and no longer making eye contact. He takes your hand and stops the movements at the waistband of his pants, you gulp and feel heat rush to your cheeks.

“Do I make you nervous, pretty girl?” He chuckles and tilts your chin upwards so that you’re both face to face.

You shake your head and take the opportunity to massage the outline of his dick through his sweatpants. 

He hisses in pleasure and throws his head back against the couch, you experiment by replacing your hand with a roll of your hips.

“Fuck baby, do that again.” His hands help your hips grind back and forth, you fall forward and smash your lips on his. 

He smirks against your lips as your moans get louder with each buck of your hips. He pulls back from your lips and raises your tank top, he leans forward and takes one of your nipples into his mouth. 

“Eren!” You gasp in pleasure and dig your nails into his shoulder. He groans at the sting and gently bites down on the bud.

Your fingers tangle in his hair and you fear that you might come in your pants if he doesn’t let up, not like he would mind that anyway.

He pulls away and places a gentle kiss on your breast before taking the other bud into his mouth to give it equal attention. Your back arches and you feel more of your arousal soak into your panties, you know for a fact that there’s a wet spot on Eren’s pants.

Eren feels like he’s in heaven with the feeling of your hands in his hair and your clothed cunt grinding against him. He pulls off of your nipple with a pop and falls back onto the couch, he takes a moment to catch his breath.

“I’m not too much for you, am I?” He asks in all seriousness, you give him a genuine smile and shake your head in return.

“No Ren, not at all. If I’m uncomfortable then I’ll let you know.” You reassure him and press your forehead against his, craving the feeling of being as close to him as possible.

“I’m gonna touch you now if that’s okay?” He plays with the waistband on your shorts as he waits for an answer. 

You permit him by moving next to him so you can slide your shorts and panties down simultaneously. 

You move to sit back in his lap and he quickly stops you. He lays you back against the pillows on the couch and looks over your body.

“I want to get a good look at you first.” He praises, his eyes take their time as he scans every inch of your body. His dick hardens in his pants at the sight of your wet cunt right in front of him.

“Just a quick taste, yeah?” He asks more himself than you, he spreads your legs and makes eye contact with your heat.

His pink tongue licks a gentle stripe up your clit and you shudder at the feeling. After the positive reaction, he dives deeper into your cunt, and your hands immediately grab the couch. 

His large hands securely grip your thighs and his tongue darts in and out of your dripping hole.

Your back arches off of the couch in response to the immense pleasure between your legs. He moans into your cunt as your juices flow down his throat, he rubs your clit with the pad of his thumb and watches you squirm around.

“E-Eren!” You gasp as you feel your orgasm creep up on you. Eren replaces his tongue with his fingers and licks your sweetness off his lips.

“You gonna come on my fingers, baby? Go ahead, princess.” His long fingers curve upward and you grab his wrist with a sense of urgency.

“I'm gonna cum Ren, f-fuck I wanna cum on you!” He pouts when you stutter and nips at your exposed neck, he places kisses up your neck and stops at your ear.

“You will baby, I want you to cum on my fingers too. I want you nice and wet for me.” He pulls you closer with his free hand and pumps his fingers at a quicker pace.

You pull him into a kiss and moan against his lips as you release on his hand, you bite his lip as you pull away and he removes his fingers from your cunt. 

He slides a finger into his mouth and closes his eyes as he saviors your sweet nectar. You copy his actions and suck on his middle finger, making sure to maintain eye contact with him.

“You’re trying to kill me.” He says jokingly, his dick on the other hand jumps when you pull off of his finger.

“Not quite yet, I still have to return the favor.”

You press against his chest and undo the tie on his pants, your fingers drag along his thighs as you pull his pants and boxers off. 

You watch in awe as his dick springs free and rests on his stomach. You wrap a hand around the base of his cock and massage the base, he sighs in pleasure at the feeling of your soft hand against his warm skin. 

His eyes widen when your thick lips wrap around his sensitive tip, he looks down to see your brown eyes staring into his green ones.

You mentally pat yourself on the back at the look of deep pleasure displayed on his face. You take more of him into your mouth and relax your throat with each inch you

Eren gathers some of your hair and holds it up 

into a makeshift bun, he hisses and watches you in admiration. 

His eyes close tightly and he finds himself gripping the cushions on the couch. The feeling of your wet tongue massaging the veins on his dick has him seeing stars. 

His grip on your hair tightens after you fully take him down your throat. Your moans send vibrations to his dick that spreads pleasure throughout his entire system. 

“Fuck baby girl, you take me so well.” His grip loosens on your hair and he guides your lips up and down his shaft. 

You moan at the salty taste of his precum coating your tongue, you take a look at the man above and squeeze your thighs at the imagery. 

His head is thrown against the back of the couch, his chest heaving up and down as little pants leave his pink lips. His abs flex with each suction of your lips, and his pretty brown hair falls in his face when his eyes meet yours. 

You give him a slight smile and he flashes you a weak one in return, he gently pulls you off his cock and back into his lap. He closes the gap between you both with his lips and sighs into your mouth. He pulls your shirt off and throws it somewhere in the living room. 

You moan passionately as his soft hands roam your body so freely and delicately. He pulls away to catch his breath and gives you a small laugh. 

“Not to ruin the moment, but there’s condoms in my bag.” He rubs your thigh with his thumb and you nod in remembrance. 

“Oh shit, yeah you’re so right. Duh!” You ruffle through his book bag until you find the small aluminum package. 

Tearing it open with your teeth, you raise your hips so you can properly slide it on him. He bites his lip and more precum can be seen dripping from his tip as the condom goes on. 

You throw a leg over his waist and hold onto the back of the couch to maintain balance. He rests his hands on your hips and massages the skin to ease any nerves. 

You lower yourself slowly and gasp at the feeling of his tip nudging its way through your entrance. Eren helps guide you down his shaft at a slow pace, his fingers grip your hips tighter and you moan at the stretch. 

“T-take your time pretty girl. We’ve got all day.” He rubs your cheek with his thumb as your thighs tremble with each inch your pussy swallows. 

You nod your head and focus on getting as much of his thick cock inside of you as you can. Erens mouth falls open at the way your tight heat sucks him in with each movement. You finally bottom out after a few more seconds of pacing yourself, he tangles his fingers with your manicured ones and kisses your hands. 

“You okay?” He wraps a finger around one of your coils and you nod your head in return, he leaves small pecks on your cheeks to ease your mind. 

“You’re a lot um, t-thicker than I imagined.” You sheepishly confess this brings a smirk and chuckle from the man below you. 

“Is that so baby? You’re telling me my confidence didn’t give it away.” He teases, you hit his chest and he thrust upward in retaliation. 

The sensation of his thick tip hitting your sweet spot draws a sultry moan from you. 

“How do we get that sound to happen again?” He experimentally bucks his hips again from under you, you dig your nails into the couch at the stretch from his cock and the pleasure it’s bringing to your body. 

“ ‘Ren! F-feels so good.” You throw your head back as you bounce up and down in his lap. 

The green-eyed man below you watches in content as you set the pace and fuck yourself silly on his hardened cock.  Jolts of pleasure course through his veins, and his heart rate speeds up with each movement of your hips. 

“ c’mere beautiful.” He pulls you into another kiss and pistons his hips upward to fuck against your g-spot. 

He holds you in by the back of your neck when you squirm in pleasure, your whines are swallowed by his groans which only egg him on further. 

On your end, you feel another orgasm building up in your lower stomach. The feeling of satisfaction is drawn out of you each time his thick cock head taps your cervix. Your gummy walls draw him in more each time he fucks into you. 

“I-I’m gonna come Eren! Please don’t s-stop.” You cry out as your second release quickly hits you, you fall limp against his lap and his thrust keeps you moving. 

“Am I too much baby? You’re such a pretty girl.” He compliments you and watches as you try to weakly bounce atop him. 

You shake your head and whimper as you climax against him yet again. 

“I didn’t even do anything that time, I didn’t realize my sweet girl was so sensitive.” He playfully pouts and kisses your cheek delicately. 

“ m-my legs are tired Ren.” You huff and he nods while giving you a sympathetic nod in return. 

“ ‘s okay mama, let your man take care of you, just a little bit longer like this. You feel so good.” He praises through gritted teeth. 

He has you wrap your arms around his shoulders while he holds the sides of your hips. He massages your smooth skin with his palms before controlling the speed of your hips, a low growl leaves his lips as your cunt drips down his eager cock. 

“Oh my god, yes yes fuck!” You cry out as your climax rushes upon you again. 

Any moans that Eren was holding fall out of his mouth as you clench and cream all over his thick shaft. He pumps his cock into you a few more times to ride out your orgasm before pulling out abruptly. 

“Can you handle a little more baby?”

That was the last thing you remember before you awake from a deep slumber. The room around you is dimly lit by your bedroom lamp, which you didn’t even realize you made it to…

Your thoughts are interrupted by Eren peeking his head in the door with a bright smile. You return the gesture and signal for him to join you on the bed. 

“Did you get enough rest? You were out for like 2.5-3 hours.” He holds back a laugh as you look away in embarrassment. 

“Yeah, I think I’m well rested.” You let out a yawn and groan loudly as you stretch, your head turns to look at the time and your eyes widen. 

“8:30?!? Eren you came over at like 1:45! Oh my god, are you hungry?” You rush out of bed and head to your kitchen, only to be surprised by takeout on the table. 

“I told you, dinner and everything else today was on me.” You hear from behind you, you turn around and cross your arms. 

“Well, don’t you just have the answers to everything?” You walk up to him and smile. 

“Yeah, something like that.” 

Ari

[monkey-overalls]

Project: Eden’s Garden Daily Life Thoughts

Okay, I just finished the Daily Life walkthrough—here are my thoughts so far:

Eva. Eva Freaking Tsunaka. I did not expect her to go from a character I’d basically forgotten about since the prologue to my current favorite. She’s literally everything—it’s hard to put into words how much I love her in all her geeky glory. The fact that her “Ultimate Liar” talent was, in itself, a lie was something I somehow didn’t see coming, but her real talent is definitely more intriguing. Thanks to the let’s-player only choosing her FTEs, we get to know so much about her backstory and how unfairly she was treated by her school, teammates, and the UTP. Of course, some—or even all—of that could also be a lie, but for now I choose to believe she only lied initially to protect herself. Besides, she really doesn’t have much to gain from continuously venting about her past to Damon. I’m pulling a Kaito and believing in her simply because I can!!!

Kai. You bet I’m already attaching myself to the pink-haired, crybaby sidekick. I have a type, and my type is incredibly obvious to literally anyone who’s spent at least five minutes on my blog. He’s obnoxious, whiny, and I can’t help but want to give him a fidget cube and cradle him in a weighted blanket. He’s sopping wet and perfect. I also already shipped him and Damon from the start and boy do I feel vindicated!

Wolfgang. I know he’s the fan-favorite, and it’s easy to see why, but I can’t bring myself to like him all that much because the dude is just so unbelievably shady. Before chapter one, I thought there was a good chance he could be the first victim, especially when he’s so clearly set up as Damon’s narrative foil, but after a while my suspicions turned to Eva (no matter how sick that made me feel). Sorry Wolfgang fans, I actually breathed a sigh of relief when he was revealed to be dead because I was so certain it would be Eva. Hopefully this isn’t me seriously jinxing myself and she turns out to be the killer or something. Also damn his death artwork is brutal.

Uhhh lightning round… Ingrid is so sweet; Applejack is one of my highest kins so you know I’m keeping my eye on this hard-working Southern belle. Toshiko is adorable and her secret made me laugh out loud, though I immediately felt guilty about it. Grace continues to be loud and antagonistic, you go queen. Jett has done nothing of note so far but he’s still at the top of my list for his unmatched Scooby Doo goofiness alone. Diana inviting Eva to be her roommate makes her an automatic winner in my book (and I lowkey ship them) but her questioning of Damon makes me a tad suspicious. My thoughts about Jean can basically be summed up in that one meme that goes something like “I’m gonna be honest, I’m only focusing on your titties right now.” Cassidy’s cool, and I’m almost certain her blackmail picture was a reference to the Jerma onion ring clip. Eloise, Mark, Desmond, Wenona, and Ulysses… exist. Sorry, I don’t have much to say about any of them.

TDLR; Eva Tsunaka lovers unite, Kai sucks but in a lovable way, and RIP Wolfgang I guess lmao

[gh0stsp1d3r]

ℳ𝒶𝓎𝒷𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈 𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇

Part 2 chapter 7- failed heists

Previous chapter

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Not a lot of rafe in here, I’m trying to get more of him in the next chapter I swear ): 😭

“Well, news flash, we’re not getting out of here unnoticed with a giant cross.” Kiara told you all, everyone turning to her.

“We don’t have to. We can nab it somewhere further in the country. Just gotta figure out how to stop the train.” Pope spoke.

“Leave that to me.” You told them, an idea popping up.

“How you gonna do that?”

“You remember Uncle Tom, right, JJ?”

“Yeah… what about him?”

“When you were like a baby, I remember when he was drunk, he would throw an old chain across the tracks, literally just for fun. The chain stops the train traffic, in coastal Caronlina.”

“A chain?” Kiara asked, not too sure how this whole thing would work.

“Shes actually right. Theres a low- voltage current that runs across all rail tracks. Throw a chain on it, you close that circuit. It would read as another train, crossing lights come down. Science is actually pretty sound.” Pope explained to them.

“See? I can be smart too.” You said with a proud smile.

“Well, we don’t have a chain.”

“No, but I bet toppers dad has jumper cables in the truck.” Sarah suggested. “Would that work?”

“Yeah.”

“Yo, what’s going on? Are we doing this or what?” Topper shouted, everyone turning to him.

“All right, you all wait here. Me and Pope will go look for it and send a signal once we find it.” Cleo spoke.

“Do we actually have a plan right now?”

“Think we do.” JJ said, all of you beginning to walk down.

“That’s impressive.”

“Let’s not jinx it while we’re ahead.”

“Nobody ever listens to me.” Cleo said.

——-

"What's taking so long?" Sarah asked, Pope and Cleo were down searching while the rest of you sat.

“I mean there is like a thousand damn cars out there. Patience, young padawan,” you said, patting her shoulder. No one got the reference except for you and JJ.

“726,” Cleo read off the car.

“Hold on.” Pope said, shining his flashlight onto the car. “750X, baby. This is our car!” Pope began to climb on it, glancing back at Cleo. “Run and tell the other pogues.”

“Careful up there.”

Pope climbed, shining his flashlight as the signal.

“That’s it, we’re green.”

All of you quickly got up, but noticed something.

“What’s that?”

“You hear that?”

The brakes hissed, and the cars started moving. “Trains moving, trains moving.” JJ said, everyone running over there now.

“Oh, hey Sarah.” Topper remarked.

“Do you have any jumper cables?” She asked.

“Here I am involved in illegal activities.”

“Not that illegal.” She shrugged.

“I’m not even close to being okay with thi-“

You came up from behind, putting your arm on his neck and pinning him to his car.

“Shut the fuck up, dude.”

“I mean- j-jumper cables what are we doing with those?” He asked.

“If you don’t wanna go, fine. We’ll take the truck.” You said.

“T-the truck?”

“Yeah.”

“Hey, I just wanna make sure everyone here is okay with ending up in federal prison.”

“I think we’ve all ran away from the cops before, think we’ll be fine.”

“And if it gets to that, yeah, I’ll do it for Pope.” JJ chimed in.

You hopped on the back of JJs bike, rest of them in the truck.

Pope and Cleo held onto the cars.

“Hey!” Pope shouted over the moving cars.

“What?!”

“Just so you know, I’m not normally this crazy. It’s just getting this cross back, it means a lot to me. I have to do this! It’s worth it.”

“It better be after all this shit, man!”

You ran with the cable, JJ tripping and falling before getting back up.

“You good?” You asked him, beginning to tie it to something.

“Yeah. Oh shit, you can hear it coming.” He said.

“Let’s fry this sucker, right?”

“Okay, now, all you have to do.. is change the current,” you grabbed the other end, putting it onto the tracks.

“Anddd.. red.” You spoke, both of you getting away from the tracks now.

The lights flickered, but didn’t turn red.

“Okay, that’s what he would do. That’s literally what he would do- so then it’d change red..”

“What if you.. blockaded the track? That’s what you could, maybe put like a tree-“ he said, but you realized what you did.

“Fuck, I’m stupid.” You mumbled, grabbing the cable and clipping it onto the other side. “The train hits both sides of the track.” You told him, shaking your head at yourself as you both now watched the light.

Soon, the light turned red.

“Fuck yeah!” You exclaimed.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” He gave you a high five with a grin on his face.

“Science for the win, right?” You said with a laugh, JJ laughing as well. You both watched the tracks.

“It’s gonna work. It’s gonna work.” JJ mumbled to himself.

“The trains stopping. It’s stopping, they did it!”Pope told Cleo.

“She’s slowing down.”

“We got brakes, dude.”

Pope and Cleo hopped off the car, walking back towards the side of the car.

“Can you pick a lock?” He asked her.

“Sure.” She said, getting to work.

“Shit, JJ,” you mumbled, pulling him to the side when you saw a car come into view. You saw a figure running over to you both.

“Shit.” He whispered.

“No, no, no. That’s not part of the goddamn plan.” You mumbled to him, both of you watching as they came out the vehicle.

—-

Cleo and Pope were caught when a bright flashlight shone at them.

“Hey! Hey! Stay right there.” He said, walking up to them.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

“Sir, I’m so sorry. It is not what it looks like. I know it looked like were criminals, but that’s not our intention. I promise, sir.” They both held their hands up.

——-

Pope, Cleo, Kie and Sarah were now in the car, and they finally found the cross.

“Cameron development, this is it!” He shouted.

“We’re gonna put this in your truck bed.”

“No, no, it’s gonna scratch the paint.” Topper spoke.

“You’ll be able to get a thousand paint jobs after we do this.”

“This thing right here?” He pointed to the giant box.

“Just help us spot it.”

They all got their hands on it, guiding it down onto the floor.

The train horn blared again, all of them panicking now, attempting to get it off faster.

“The trains starting.” You told JJ.

“We gotta go get them.” He said. “There goes the plan, we gotta help them.” He spoke, standing up now. Both of you all ran over, something dropping out of JJs pocket.

“You dropped it.” You spoke, picking up the wallet with ‘MC’ on it. Kiara’s dad’s initials.

You were glad he was taking your teachings about not letting anyone talk about him like that to heart. You handed it to him, he pocketed it.

You got on the back of his bike, he went to go start it, but the car drove past.

“That’s Top. And that’s the cross.” You spoke, JJ started the engine and quickly followed them on the road.

“Shit.” You muttered, seeing and hearing the cops behind the both of you.

“The hell is this kid doing?”

JJ went over next to them, switching lanes.

“What are you doing?” Topper shouted.

“Top, keep going straight!”

“Y’all be careful, all right?” Topper shouted.

“Get ready to jump.” JJ spoke to you, you quickly protesting.

“What?!”

“What?” Pope exclaimed.

“Have you lost your mind, JJ? I’m not fucking leaving you!”

Despite him telling you to, you did not. Although he could’ve seen that coming.

“I told you to fucking hop off!” He shouted, the car now in front of you both as he stopped the bike.

“I’m not leaving you JJ, you’ve really lost your mind if you think I am!”

He turned his bike around, picking up a rock, and sighing as he handed it to you.

“Let’s dance.” He mumbled, starting the engine again.

He drove towards the car, you getting ready to throw it. You threw it at the car, pumping your fist in the air, proud of yourself as the window shattered. The car turned around, and JJ continued to run away.

“They did it! They’re chasing them.”

“Stop the truck!” They all shouted at Topper.

“I’m not stopping the truck.” He protested.

“We gotta get them, please.” Sarah begged.

“All right. All right, damn it. All right, all right.” He groaned, stopping the truck.

“Turn around!”

“I’m not going… I’m not going to jail.” He mumbled.

“Topper, look at me.”

“They’re gonna arrest them both, we can’t leave them behind.”

“Damnit. Damn. Rafe’s gonna fucking kill me if I leave her behind.” He mumbled, mostly to himself.

He turned the truck around, and JJ kept running. He did a sharp turn, tricking them, making them slow down before he picked it back up.

“Turn left!” They all shouted, and he began to disagree before finally listening.

“They’re getting closer!” You shouted to him.

“I know that!”

There was another car coming by, directly in front for the both of you, making the cops swerve.

“JJ!” You shouted with a shrill voice, as the both of you fell off the overpass, his bike breaking and the both of you falling to the ground and off the overpass.

Your eyes were screwed shut, JJ groaning and turning his head to you. He was right next to you, putting his hand on your shoulder and jolting you.

“Y/n. Y/n, wake the fuck up.” He spoke, more worried about you than himself.

“Shit, you okay?” He asked when your eyes finally snapped open.

“Never been better, right?” You asked with a quiet laugh, making him have a small grin.

“JJ? Y/n?!” They all shouted, none of you getting up until Kie started sobbing.

You groaned as you hopped up to your feet.

“I wish I could say I did that on purpose. Butttt…”

“That was the gnarliest powerslide I think anyone’s ever done.” You told him, holding your side.

“I know, right?”

“You’re alive!” Pope went to hug JJ, and then Sarah hugged the both of you.

“I really thought you did it this time, Jayj.”

“The pleasantries are nice, but we should really get out.” You told them all, nodding your head.

Kiara came up to him, all of you heading to the truck.

“Don’t… don’t ever do that again.”

They both stared at each other for a moment before interrupted.

“Hey! Hey, kids! Don’t move!”

They both ran towards the car, both hopping in.

—-

“You guys are an absolute nightmare, don’t argue about everything?”

“Yes, actually.”

“Maybe put it a little bit, you’re going 65!”

“All right, all right, screw it!”

“There you go, that’s what I’m talking about! Need for fuckin’ speed!”

Your sentence was interrupted when the car jumped, all of you caught off guard as the cords fell off the truck.

“Stop! Stop, we lost the cross.”

Everyone got out, and the top was off the crate. The cross wasn’t there.

“Shit…”

“It’s fake… it’s all a freaking fake.”

“Of course we did, of course we stole a fake.” JJ muttered. The sirens wailed behind.

“Y’all hear that? Okay, I can’t be here. My grandfathers a judge-“

“Fuckin’ shut up, Top! Nobody cares!” You shouted at him. “They’re not gonna think some dude in flip-flops is a part of a robbery.”

“Oh, yeah, with the crate sitting right next to my truck.” He argued with you.

“Pope, we gotta go.” Kie said.

“Y’all coming?” Topper said.

“Pope, we gotta go. We gonna find it. We gonna find it later.” Cleo said, helping him stand up and go to the car.

———

“This shit is straight out of the Popes vault, bro. You don’t think we can get more for it as it is? I mean, this straight out of church, bro.” Barry said, turning to Rafe.

“This is how we turn the cross into untraceable money.”

“Untraceable money.”

“You know, I heard some crazy shit that happened last night.”

“Is that right?”

“You know that fake cross we put in there?”

“Yeah.”

“It was stolen.”

“Does sound like them pogues, don’t it!”

“Oh, no doubt. Also heard something about a boy and a girl on the back of a motorcycle, hoping off a damn overpass.” He scoffed, covering up the rest of the cross.

“Sounds like your girl and her brother.” Barry spoke, shaking his head with a laugh.

“That’s what I thought. I mean- I’d pay half the value of this just to see the look on their faces when they opened the box.”

“I’ll bet you would.”

——-

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[cherrybomb107]

Okay, so, y’all already know I’m one of “those” Jinx stans(I don’t think she did anything truly monstrous and would defend her with my life). I feel this way for two main reasons: I see myself in her, and my personal biases kick in when it comes to my girl.

Now, I don’t consume fiction to make moralistic judgments of the characters; I’m here to have fun and be entertained. But, because stan culture has affected us all and made fandom discussions so personal and emotionally charged, I’ll bite. There are ppl in this fandom who won’t even call Silco a proper villain because of how nuanced he is. As if two things can’t be true; it is perfectly possible to be both nuanced AND a villain. Yet this same sympathy is not always expressed when talking about Jinx. Why is that?

Answer: misogyny and the demonizing of ppl with mental illness imo. Cause that’s the only plausible explanation I’m willing to accept why so many think of Jinx as a monster for killing cops, gang members, and asshole politicians, yet give all the grace in the world to Silco, who flooded the Lanes with Shimmer, had children working in his factories, was ready and willing to kill Powder before she hugged him, and waxed poetic about revolution when he never had any real plans of helping Zaun. He just wanted to be in charge. Like I said, I don’t consume fiction to make moralist judgments of the characters. But Silco’s actions are WAYYYY worse than Jinx’s, by a long shot.

And to my second point: my personal feelings. Disclaimer: ofc I don’t think killing ppl is right, nor am I an advocate for mindless slaughter. However, that is not what Jinx does. Her views on violence are incredibly warped due to the environment she grew up in. But even still, she NEVER harms innocent, non-combatants, much as some parts of this fandom likes to act like she does. I love the Firelights! I sympathize with their plight! But, they are literally a gang. And the ones that Ekko rolls with(Scar and the others) have inserted themselves into armed conflicts with Jinx before. They have been shown to be willing to use lethal force.

Silco is a drug kingpin. Jinx is his daughter. So no, I don’t think the daughter of a drug lord engaging in armed conflict with gang members makes her “monstrous”. It’s a street fight. Anything goes. If you pull up with bats and fists, and somebody else pull up guns ablazing, I do think that they’re responsible for escalating the conflict. I also think that in a street fight, you can’t pull up on someone and expect them to abide by the rules you set for yourself, yk? To continue this, as I said, the Firelights were willing to use lethal force. In episode six, when they interrupted Vi and Jinx’s reuinion, Scar knocked Vi out cold. He then raised his spear and was about to stab her in the back before Ekko stopped him. They then proceeded to kidnap Vi and Caitlyn. All of this because they followed Vi and THOUGHT that she was working for Silco! Is assaulting, almost killing, and kidnapping someone just because of your suspicions not “monstrous”? Or is it different because the Firelights are the “good guys”?

Now onto the Enforcers. Jinx sees the Enforcers as monsters who killed her parents right in front of her, and brutalized Zaunites all throughout her childhood. I know the show is fictional, but it touches on real life political themes. And our real life experiences inform how we consume fiction. I’m Black, female, queer, and from the US. The Enforcers are incredibly reminiscent of cops in my country. And if you know anything about the history of policing in this country, then you’d understand why I don’t give nary a fuck, nor a shit, nor a damn that Jinx kills Enforcers. Same sentiment applies to the Council. Fuck em🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️

Tldr: I don’t think killing someone is the worst thing you can do to them. It’s about who you kill and how you do it. Jinx quickly kills cops, gang members, and politicians. I never have, nor will I ever, consider her doing so “monstrous”

[worldlxvlys]

this isn’t based on any texts with dwb!chris but i was wondering if u could write a fic abt dwb!chris teaching the reader how to juggle cause she doesn’t know how. maybe make it rly fluffy nd shit, like maybe she cries cause she’s frustrated she can’t do it (i would sob i literally can’t juggle) and chris comforts her and maybe cuddles at the end?

obv it’s ok if not <3 xx

never change

dwb! chris x reader

warnings: none. enjoy <333

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i watched as Chris skillfully passed the oranges from one hand to the other, while one was thrown in the air and he caught it without effort. he does it so seamlessly, as though it’s a skill that everyone is born knowing how to do.

“can you show me how?” i asked, a sweet smile forming on my face.

“i can try, i’ve never really had to teach anyone”

he stopped juggling and stood behind me, putting his arms around mine. this man is going to be the death of me.

“relax baby” he whispered into my ear, running his hands along my shoulders.

he helped me position my arms properly, pushing my elbows in.

“let’s just start with two oranges” he said as placed the third one down.

“just focus on passing them back and forth” following his instructions, i threw the round objects back and forth between my two hands.

right, left, catch, catch.

i continued to go through the motions a few more times, waiting for the next step.

“good, keep your elbows tucked in” i moved my elbows in.

“ok, now we can try adding the other in”

“now do the same thing, but before the second orange comes down you add in an extra throw “ i watched as he demonstrated again.

right, left, right, catch.

i watched him do it, but my brain couldn’t process it.

“wait, what? ” i asked, now confused.

he then demonstrated again, but i was still lost.

“here, just try it” he said as handed me the oranges.

i attempted to do exactly as he said, but could never get it right.

“this is so fucking stupid, why is this so complicated” i said, starting to get annoyed.

“hey it’s alright ma, no one gets it on their first try, just give it some time” he said as he rubbed my shoulders.

i tried, and tried but i couldn’t get the rhythm down.

“fuck! this shouldn’t be so god damn hard!” i exclaimed, feeling tears prick at the corner of my eyes.

“baby, it’s ok. we can try again another time” chris said, picking up on how upset i was getting.

“i feel so fucking stupid, this should be simple” i said as i looked up at him, tears starting to fall from my eyes.

“and i don’t know why i’m crying! i’m not upset, i’m pissed!” i said, getting frustrated.

he took the oranges from me and wrapped his arms around me, resting his head on top of mine.

“it’s ok baby, i got you. you’re not stupid, there are plenty of people who can’t even do the first step of juggling and you aced it”

“that’s a damn lie chris, anyone could toss oranges back and forth” i looked up at him, laughing through the tears.

“hmm maybe, but it cheered you up!” he said with a growing smile, wiping my tears away.

“i guess”

“listen, if you never want to juggle again you don’t have to. i doubt anyone will hold you at gunpoint and tell you to juggle for your life” this sent us both into fits of giggles, making us both laugh even harder at the sound of the other’s laughter.

“you probably just jinxed me”

“i don’t think so ma”

we both stopped laughing, staring at each other with wide grins. i gave him a quick peck, making his smile even wider.

“ok forget the juggling, can we just cuddle? ”

“always ma” he said as he led me to the couch. we both flopped down onto it, and he wrapped his arms around me sticking his nose into the crook of my neck.

“you’re perfect, baby. never change.”

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hope y’all like <333

i never realized how hard it is to describe juggling, especially when you don’t know how lmaooo

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[fuzzyduckduckyfuzz]

after all this time I still found you Timebomb part 8

Summary- months after jinx’s “death” Ekko had gone into a spiral, making everyone around his worried. He can’t stop the feeling that maybe she’s still out there, and it’s only when he finally goes looking for her that his dream and nightmare comes true

warnings- hella angst, some fluffity fluff, uh oh curse words, also mentions of depression and alcohol abuse.

Once again, Ekko found himself literally sprinting through the undercity, manoeuvring his way through bustling streets as he ran towards the fire light base. He was happy he had finally opened this place up to the public, happy him and his allies didn’t have to make a difference in silence anymore. He smiled fondly as he remembered vi and Caitlyn’s reaction to the news.

flash back

“What?!?” Vi exclaimed jumping up from her chair.

Caitlyn grabbed her by the shirt and tugged her back down to sit, a warm smile on her lips

“that’s a lovely idea Ekko. Opening your services to the public” she says kindly

“damn right it’s a good idea!!” Vi explained. A proud grin on her face as she crossed her muscular arms over her chest “I’m proud of you little man…but how exactly are you guys gonna pull that off?”

“wellll…i was thinking…with your guises help?” He says, his voicing getting higher pitched as he goes on. He knows it’s a large ask especially after…everything. But this is something he new he couldn’t do without there help.

“oh! Well…” Caitlyn trails off, she shifts her gaze to vi and then to you. Vi looked at her with a pleading puppy look that made Ekko snicker, and Caitlyn told her eyes “fine fine…we can help you out Ekko” she says, a fond smile in her lips

vi jumps up again and pumps her fist in the air “Hell yeah!!” She pauses when she notices one of the maids of the kiramman estate looking at her. She was unaware she had even walked in.

vi clears her throat and sits back down, feigning a calm persona as she clears her throat. “Ahem.i mean, yes Ekko that sounds great”

the maid quickly walks away from the awkward situation and Caitlyn and vi burst out laughing, but at the back of Ellis mind all he can think is “jinx…powder, would’ve loved this”….

end of flash back

Ekko chuckles to himself at the memory, but quickly shakes his head. He can’t dwell on the past when he has such an important mission to take care of. He soon reaches the entrance to the base and sprints inside, passing by other firelights quick so they don’t try and start a conversation, stalling his plan.

he must have looked like a goddamn crazy person, practically tearing the base apart trying to find this stupid clue from jinx, with literally no explanation from him to the other people in the building. When he finally thinks he thought of the wrong goddamn place, he remembers. His room! He hasn’t checked his room!

He raced through the building, making a b line to his room. He practically kicks in the door as he enters and he immediately starts tearing his already disastrous room apart even more. He has to step over clothes and empty booze bottles as he frantically looks around. He glances in the direction of his bed and, he had to admit, his bed looked extra comfortable after being out since the last night and the sun now almost fully risen.

he was having no goddamn luck finding this clue. Non at all. He lets out a frustrated huff and slams his fist into the desk, causing the area and surfaces around it to vibrate, and guess what falls on his head in that very moment. You guess it! The fucking clue! He lets out an annoyed grumble as he picks up the tin monkey.

“this is getting old.” He mutters as he takes the piece of paper from the monkeys hands. He unfolds it and reads the next clue

“haza! Haza! You found the damned clue! The next one my friend is rather close to you. A friend of mine and yours both very close bonds, holds the next clue that defines the odds”

he reads it am immediately knows who this person is but isn’t any less confused. Vi? How? Was she in on this? Did she know jinx was alive??

he continued to ask questions in his mind when he glasses at the window and sees…a peak of blue hair from the other side…that was without a doubt jinxes hair.

“jinx?!” He cries, running over to the glass door. He frantically opens it but just as he does, her hair disappears out of sight. He looks around in absolutely every direction calling out her name…nothing.

“…I think I’m starting to go fucking crazy…”

[butchciri]

You guys do realize that jayvik shippers are out here rubbing it in lesbians faces that the show they thought was going to explore complex female relationships ended up as the show where two men become the center of the literal multiverse? right? like Jayvik gets to have stakes that cross space and time, while Vi/Jinx/Cait face the same stakes they had last season with no escalation? And you’re gonna joke at their expense? damn thats cold.

like I’m sorry but going from “jinx is too far gone and I cant save her” to “jinx is still my family but I cant save her” isnt a character overcoming conflict. going from “vander is dead” to “vander is dead again” isnt a meaningful arc. going from “my gf is suffering from a loss I feel responsible for” to “we’re back together based on a contrivance so we can fuck before the shows over” isnt a relationship arc. ekko overcoming his defeatism and seeing jinx as a human is an arc. jinx dealing with loss by breaking the cycle of violence is an arc. Jayce overcoming the mistakes of hextech by showing Viktor compassion is an arc. Vi and Cait barely even changed by the end of the show. wheres the drama, where are they overcoming a conflict based on a choice or a change they have in perspective? is going from losing jinx to losing jinx again a story? is going from losing vander to losing vander again a story to you? seriously if you find the hidden Vi Cait arcs somewhere let me know. maybe confronting Ambessa represents an arc for Cait, but imo that also lacks depth. she just snaps out of her villian arc like "shit i actually care about Vi still" without attention given it. To me it just seems like the writers had way too many complex characters to deal with, and I guess with where they wanted to take the main narrative, jayvik ended up being the one with the highest stakes and climax.

So yeah when you joke about Jayvik being gayer than Caitvi sex just realize how much it must sting to have the main narrative of the show taken over by male characters when you were expecting a character driven story about sisterhood with a lesbian subplot. A once beautiful lesbian subplot that straight women now say isnt even as gay as two men being friends. stfu

[melmedarda]

I’m sorry to jump in your inbox with that long af rant, but I’ve been lurking and loving every Meljay post of yours since day one and I need to scream in the void.

I’m inconsolable over how bad the writing of acts 2 and 3 was, it literally feels like it was written by a completely different team. What even was that conversation, it sounded like they asked ChatGPT to write a scene based on top 50 tweets about Mel and Jayce after 1x05 aired back in the days.

I’ve never in 15 years seen a ship so cruelly ruined, because how are people supposed to continue at all tolerating Jayce with that idiotically out of character dialogue in 2x08 between him and Mel? What a fucking bad way to treat fans, having them invested all the way until literally the last moment, it already was bad with how the majority of people (fandom, reactors, obviously the artists too) were “interpreting” Mel (if you can even call it that, cause interpretation requires media literacy), but now they have left us so burnt that I'm betting there aren’t even going to be fix-it fics because they. Just. Ruined. Jayce, so bad. And I still love the well written (still flawed tho!) Jayce from 3x01 (setting up a way more natural conflict-to-be-resolved path when he made those weapons five minutes after Mel vowed to protect his dream), but damn, I love Mel so much more, I really don’t know how to cope with all that. Only people who’ve had the luck to not have been treated as that husk of an AU Jayckass treated our girl can’t see the amount of PTSD that scene can trigger in a woman. I am so frustrated with how the creators treated her trauma and slashed the wounds wide open with both that and “You are the wolf”, I genuinely don’t know how to cope.

And the worst part is all of this could have been resolved with a single touch and him being open to her – like he always have been – just tell her he’s doomed instead of showing us a highly specific and unrelated two frames of the voidy-looking infection on his forearm spreading every time he is on screen. Even if that is one of their “yes we meant that all along we just wanted to show not tell it” like with the whole idiotic Sky/Viktor backstory that Overton “spilled” the other day. Jayce has been able to see through Mel’s shields the moment he saw her painting and was always shown to admire her intellectual prowess, he’d never leave her hanging like that.

If they wanted to write a Shakespearean tragedy so bad they made this intro scream “look at us, we gave you Greek last time, now it’s all about good ol’ Billy” why not have Jayce make the same impossible choice (as they brilliantly and am starting to think accidentally?) made Silco do in 1x09, having him choose between his love for Zaun and his love for Jinx, drawing one final parallel between the two men and closing that loop with Jayce/Silco carrying Viktor’s/Jinx’s body and infusing them with the deus ex machina. It was right there staring them at their faces, have Jayce choose between his love for Mel and his love for his brother.

What a spectacular failure of writing, what an even more monumental failure of the artists to come out with those comments, so now I don’t even want to praise their talent, because they should have kept their mouths fucking shut and stuck to drawing.

Sorry to dump this in your ask, can you tell I’m still reeling.

Please, please, do you have any headcanons, I need crumbs, I need to heal my soul and Mel’s.

Lovely anon you've but into words what all Meljay fans are feeling, I think. I cannot lie, I've been trying to let go of the ship. Withdraw sort of, especially since that was the ending we got. But I've had them for three years, and they've sunk their claws too deeply to me. I'm still thinking of them even now. I'm going to make the most of their divorce era, and I'm going to make them return to each other in ever single AU ever. Because Arcane S2 act #3 is not my Meljay. Also, AU Jayckass had me bursting out in laughter!

On the topic of headcanons. I have one in which when Vik tells Jayce to go back, Jayce does. He returns to Piltover but too much time has past, Mel has already burned his name and departed across the waters to Rokrund. Jayce knows he's done her wrong, realizes he's been blinded, and he does his best to atone in Piltover and Zaun, writing letters to Mel. Letters that go unanswered. And then eventually, he goes to Rokrund, and finds a different woman, one stronger and colder than he had known. He loves her anyways, and spends his years winning her back. And when he has groveled sufficiently, Mel takes him back. He sort of grounds her, so that she does not remain the wolf all the time. So that she does not become her mother.

[salkoavd]

Ima abt have a yapfest about timebomb and Ekko

#timebomb makes me wanna kms UGHH I CANT EKKO could had have everything he ever wanted. He loved powder / Jinx and when he was in this universe he saw that in this one jinx wasn’t mentally unstable and that they were a COUPLE and and he’s friends weren’t dead and Benzo wasn’t dead but he gave ALLLLLL of that up to save his jinx in his universe and and jinx didn’t even want to be saved. omg ekko is like going to super heaven when he dies like the multiverse itself saw ekko deserved everything he ever wanted, gave it to him, then watched him reject that in favour of doing good for others. He literally said “Nah imma do my own thang” DUDE EVEN HEIMERDINGER LOWKEY LIKED THE ALTERNATE UNIVERSE AND WANTED TO STAY. Ekko is like the only character out of the entire cast that ONLY did the right thing all he even wanted to do was save his damn tree but somehow he ends up saving the WHOLE FUKIN PLANEt

Anyways what I also found interesting is how this showed how much Ekko loved powder/jinx and, even before he met this powder you can imagine how much he thought of jinx even tho they were enemies, bro wanted her so bad, but then we never really saw if jinx felt the same way, I think she did personally.. 😽 I’m physically not well rn this episode actually destroyed me

[thesharktanksdriver]

Oh! When I asked about magical girl! Y/n in Teen Titans (2003 version), I forgot to mention about how she would interact, meet or deal with the Titans’ villains like the HIVE, Slade, Red X, or the Brotherhood of Evil

No prob, I was actually wanting to add a bit about the hive in my first response but didn’t want to make it too long lol. I’m just gonna do the hive and Slade for this since I can’t remember the brotherhood of evil very well and red x would need his own thing lol

Is it any surprise that y/n ends up befriending the light? I mean really? With her track record the light are probably the least Bruce has to worry about. But anyways she would have probably heard about them through the teen titans but kinda didn’t pay them any mind till she ran into them. They at first think she’s a potential “no good goody two shoes” set out to stop their fun until she pulls out a sniper rifle and quite literally blow off the head of a shadowmite on one of their shoulders, effortlessly scaring the crap out of them and also making them quite interested in her.

I’d say she’s find them to be pretty fun, but she’d especially get along with Jinx and surprisingly Mammoth. Y/n is tired and exasperated half the time making her a kinda low energy person who would take to answering their questions as long as they got her bat-burger which leads to some interesting conversations.

“Yeah Robin has been pretty miffed lately cause-“

“Wait so you know Robin?”

“Yeah, both”

“Both???”

“Well you guys are from a seperate dimension right? Well there’s a Robin from my dimension who’s a different Robin from your Robin but still Robin. You can tell them apart cause your Robin is adverse to any real violence while my Robin would try and cut your arm off”

“….your Robin has a sword?!?!?!?”

“Yeah he also used to be an assassin too”

Yeah after that they start to think that they lucked out in the Robin department knowing theirs wasn’t the type to possibly cause real injury. That’s not even to mention when you mention other hero’s in this world or hell even the villains. Cause Jesus, Joker wore his own face after it was cut off?!?!? Or that an end of the world scenario happened just about every year?!?!?

They’re starting to enjoy where they live in comparison to you especially after you explain Shadowmites to them. How you hunt these monstrous creatures by your lonesome (maybe not as much as before since one of the bats typically tags along but still, there are times you go off on your own) and how your the sole thing keeping these things from literally devouring the universe.

But with that comes with you saying something oddly sad that makes them pause

“Hey….if the Shadowmites end up in your world and a magical girl is defending against them? Tell her about me. Tell her that I wish I could have met her myself and that…it’s gonna be hard but to keep going”

Damn…..that’s more depressing than they’d like to admit nor think about.

Her meeting 2003 Slade would be an….odd scenario considering she knows the Slade in her universe. So it’s definitely an awkward meeting when she’s like “yo Slade how’s rose doing” and 2003 Slade is wondering who the fuck she is and how she knows about his daughter.

When y/n learns that this is 2003 Slade though….she definitely tries to avoid him for various reasons. Cause listen, as much as her Slade is an asshole sometimes and has some weird ass morals he doesn’t act like a creep towards literal children. When hearing what he did to Raven she is appalled, she did not think being a hired murderer could get worse before she had heard that.

She does not in the slightest want to be around him

But him on the other hand is interested partially due to the fact he can see she’s skilled and some of the techniques she uses are some of his moves.

Which means that she must have known and trained under her universe’s version of him

When y/n now meets up with her version of Slade she thanks the gods he isn’t the same one from 2003

(Y/n to 2003 Slade be like lol)

[haebeomsleftbuttcheek]

hi :) I noticed you like Manhwa's so what one's are you reading? have you completed any?

Hi anon 😊 yep I’m reading quite a few, but have only completed 4 of them!

Pearl boy - completed - literally my favourite one as of right now, I love it 😭 Dooshik and Jooha are my babies and they better get a happy ending! Some say the ending was sad because they basically drowned in the icy lake, and others say the ending was a opening ending so take it however you want…I’m taking it as a open ending so then I can pretend they had a happy ending!

Painter of the night - ongoing - I’m enjoying it, even though it’s depressing the hell out of me right now 😅 because Nakyum poor baby is so hurt!

Low tide in twilight - ongoing - I’m reading it purely for the brothers, especially the baby brother 😭 cutie patootie! Taejoo is handsome but he’s an asshole, and I have mixed feelings about him!

Unfather - completed - distasteful and the ending was even more distasteful!

Love me not - dropped - I really didn’t like the main lead he pissed me off, and I wasn’t enjoying the story so I dropped it. I might pick it up again at some point, but probably won’t!

Sadistic beauty (side story) - completed - I hated it, I really hated it and I don’t know why I finished it 🤷‍♀️ maybe because I was being delusional in hoping it would end well….not how it ended! Which was bad by the way….tragic!

Obey me - completed - it was weird, very weird that’s all I can say about that one it weirded me out 😂!

Jinx - ongoing - I’m going to try and stick it out but the main lead while handsome is a fucking arshole, and I don’t really like Dan either (I can’t believe I said I don’t like Dan when I first wrote this 😭 the lies….I adore him so this hurts) 😅 I’m not actually sure what I feel for the characters yet so I’m holding out, but it might end up dropped! Update: I’m not dropping it 😜 Dan is my beloved next to Jooha & Nakyum(but Nakyum wins top spot), Oh Daehyun…more like oh Damn 😮‍💨🤤 I’m seriously attracted, he has the muscles and the kindness(unlike a certain someone 😑), Heesung over criminalised 🫤 he literally isn’t a bad person like he has his flaws but hardly awful(unlike a certain someone), Potato is precious 🥺 and Jaekyung can eat a brick!

Man slave - completed - it was alright a bit boring and I found the ending rather boring too!

(Crazy thing about me complaining about Jinx’s Jaekyung and Low tide in twilight’s Taejoo being arseholes is the fact that with the Twin, Daehwi and Daekwang from Pearl boy I’m just like “my husband’s 🥴”)

[thisispoggers]

To be fair the comics has always been way more vioent/emotional heavy than its animation counterpart for YEARS, galaxy s1 comic featured fang's backstory where his parents dies, movie 2 comic's version of the elements disappearing is just brutal (Retak'ka just grabs solar's face and the poor boi is crying); it also featured boi being more sad and coming to terms with leaving the others behind.

The comics has always been somewhat known as for teens and up. Sadly for season 2 its whole premise was given to the comic creators and not the usualy animation writers, this of course leads to a lot of changes between both (especially since there was no plan for an animated season 2 so the comic writers were allowed to go wild for it)

In full retrospect, if the animation was created before the comic version not many complaints would've been given to it (at least not as much as right now)

NAW BUT FR THO (excuse my babble below the cut lol)

My lil boyo getting that plot stick beating whenever he’s on paper lmao and honestly good on the comic writers to go ham on it cuz damn my boy went through the wringer (good lord the 2nd Movie comic bruh)

Also I have since detached comic from its animation not only for BBB but for really all types of fandom I’m in (think OPM as an example cuz One literally just lets Murata do whatever lol)

Cuz animating something from a comic, that you know is gonna be streamed on TV in a literal worldwide network, is hella tricky cuz the comic deals with heavy stuff so tryna adapt that to animation and also work out how y’all are gonna sneak this pass through network is gonna be a bit of a b so whatever “true to comic” animation scene we get im happy for it (not gonna jinx on EP 4 so imma just say that I’m curious how they’re gonna do it lmao) (also I hope they patch out plot holes in case that happens and also make Kuputeri a badass again PLS MONSTA PLS) (still big mad that our queen didn’t get to beat someone up)

Also on the thing bout if the animation is released before the comic? Honestly yeah that’s so true cuz if I were to watch the animated series, I’d be vv entertained and liking how it’s going ya kno?

My lil boy may be getting a beat down at every turn but hey atleast he still got that lil kiddy sparkle within him that lets him have fun even during a really bad situation

Bruh imagine if it actually goes that route like saying “wow the animated series is rather heavy I wonder how’s the comic doing” and then the comics get out and everyone just says a resounding “oh no” when Oboi starts farming trauma points against his will

Anyways am I kinda miffed bout the animated series? Nah not that much it’s doing fine rn (they have since won me over by providing BoEl content like they don’t need to give us RiSol and TTM moments but they did and hallelujah for that)

Is it going great? Mmmmm it’s really too early to say cuz we are only 3 episodes in also I forgot how many episodes it’s supposed to be but judging from how’s it running I think around 10 or over that so they still got some time

[fanartandfanfiction]

Hogwarts Legacy currently untitled Garreth fic!

Madeline’s heart is broken, and it’s Garreth to the rescue! He decides to pose as Maddie’s boyfriend to help her gain her confidence back and to shove it to Andrew Larson.

Did the fact that I have a narcissistic ex named Andrew inspire me to choose him? Noooo! 🤪

Anyway, let me know your thoughts, suggestions, and I definitely need a title. Enjoy! One of these days I’ll figure out why it’s spaced so weird

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Garreth was sitting in the Gryffindor common room when Madeline Swanson stomped by. They knew each other, and they were friendly, but they’d never been close. However, the common room was mostly deserted at this late hour. “Maddie?”

She jumped and clutched her chest. “You scared the shit out of me!”

“Apologies, I was hiding right here in the middle of the room.”

“I really don’t need your sarcasm right now Garreth.” She sniffed.

“Hang on, Maddie- are you crying?”

“It’s fine. Goodnight.”

“No, it’s not fine.” Garreth jumped up and walked over to her. “What happened?”

“It’s stupid and embarrassing.”

“That’s right in my wheelhouse, I do stupid and embarrassing things all the time.” He ushered her towards the couch he’d been sitting on. “You can talk to me. I’m a good listener.”

She hugged her knees to her chest and sniffed again. “I had a date tonight.”

“Alright. With who?”

“Andrew Larson.”

“Larson…he’s a ravenclaw, right?”

“Yes.”

“What’d he do?”

“God, this is mortifying. I can’t believe I’m telling you this.” Tears started leaking from her eyes and Garreth handed her a box of tissues from the end table. “He left in the middle of the date. To go on a date with someone else. He’d literally scheduled two dates on the same night.”

“What a PRICK!” Garreth couldn’t believe what he was hearing. That was a dick move.

“He said ‘I wasn’t sure this was going to work out so I have a backup.”

“Oh my God. Do you want me to punch him in the face? I’ll do it.”

“No! I just want to forget the whole thing. But that wasn’t even the worst part.”

“It gets worse?!”

“He said a mousy little thing like myself was lucky to go out with him at all. He’d only asked me out of pity. He said I should take what I could get, it wasn’t like I had guys lining up to go out with me.”

Garreth’s jaw was locked and his fists were clenched. “What an ASSHOLE. On a completely different and unrelated subject, do you know how to get into the Ravenclaw common room?”

Madeline laughed and sniffed again. “Come here.” Garreth gave her a comforting smile and he wrapped his arms around her in a hug. “Can I cast the tripping jinx on him?”

“I suppose I couldn’t stop you.” She smiled.

“I think you should go out with someone better. More popular. Really rub his nose in it.”

“He was right, Garreth, it’s not like I have guys lining up to go out with me.”

“Well then have no fear, because your new boyfriend is right here!” Garreth grinned and gestured at himself.

“Garreth, it’s fine, you don’t have to take pity on me.”

“I’m not. Because Andrew is a lying asshole. I know for a fact that several guys have wanted to ask you out. They just thought you weren’t interested.”

“Really? Who?”

“Well I’m not going to tell you that. I don’t need any competition!”

“Don’t waste your time with someone like me. There’s a thousand girls out there that are dying to go out with you.”

“Don’t say things like that about yourself. You’re wonderful, Maddie. And Andrew is the biggest idiot in the world. Go out with me and I’ll prove it to you.”

“Garreth, I appreciate it, but I just don’t feel that way about you. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, you don’t have to! It doesn’t have to be real. Just let everyone think it is. I’ll be the best damn fake boyfriend there is.”

“I don’t know, isn’t pretending to have a boyfriend MORE pathetic?”

“No, pathetic is belittling a girl you asked on a date because you’re too much of a chickenshit to admit she’s too good for you.”

Maddie gave him a small smile. “It would be nice to prove him wrong.”

“Exactly! So tomorrow, I’ll ask you out officially. And I’ll do it in history of magic, we have that together and Andrew is in there, isn’t he?”

“Yes. Oh god, I have to face him.” She chewed on her lip nervously.

“You’re going to be completely unbothered. Because you can do so much better.”

“Thank you, Garreth. You don’t have to do this, you know.”

“I know. I want to.”

“Alright. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Maddie.”

Maddie was a nervous wreck. She wasn’t looking forward to facing Andrew after how he’d treated her. She sat down in her seat and tried not to even look in his direction.

“Madeline, I hope you didn’t take yesterday too personally.” He said, approaching her anyway. “We’re just not compatible.”

“It’s fine.”

He opened his mouth to speak again when Garreth slid into the seat beside her. “Hi Maddie. You look really pretty today.” He smiled at her and she blushed.

“Thank you, Garreth.”

“Anyway, I think it’s best if we forget the whole thing.” Andrew said with a condescending smile.

“Forget what?” Garreth asked.

“It’s not really your business, Weasley, but we went on a date.”

“And it didn’t go well? That’s great!” He grinned. “Not great for you, obviously, but Maddie…does that mean you’re single?”

“Yes.”

“In that case, I’d love to take you out sometime. How about tomorrow night?”

“Why?” Andrew asked. Garreth shot him a disgusted look.

“Because girls like Maddie don’t come around very often. And I’m not going to waste my opportunity. So Maddie, what do you say?” Garreth grinned at her.

“I’d like that.” Maddie smiled shyly.

“Really?!” Garreth’s grin widened.

“Yes, that sounds lovely.”

“Sorry, I’m trying to keep my cool, but I kind of thought you’d reject me. I’ll plan something amazing!”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

Andrew huffed and took his seat. Garreth pulled out his phone and texted her.

Garreth 7:59 AM: The look on his face? PRICELESS

Maddie 7:59 AM: It was pretty satisfying :)

Word quickly spread through the rumor mill about Garreth asking Maddie out. He sat down across from Leander at lunch and nodded in greeting.

“So you finally did it!” Leander grinned.

“Did what?”

“You finally asked Maddie out! Everyone’s talking about it!”

“What do you mean finally?”

“Please, everyone knows about your crush on her.”

“I don’t have a crush on Maddie.”

“Really? You’re always smiling and laughing with her.”

“Well I do that with you too and I certainly don’t have a crush on you.”

“Well then why’d you ask her out?” Leander looked confused. Then again, that was kind of how he always looked.

“Because Larson is a dick and told her she couldn’t do better than him. So I offered to be her fake boyfriend and rub his face in the dirt.”

“Are those two separate things or one?”

“Technically one, but I would love to literally rub his face in the dirt.” Garreth grinned. “Keep it to yourself, obviously.”

“Of course. Maddie’s a nice girl. I could go rub Larson’s face in the dirt, we have herbology together.”

“Professor Garlick would have your head!” Garreth snorted.

“I’ll just tell her I’m planting something new I created: douchious bagius.”

“Anyway, he was a massive asshole, so I’m going to make a big show out of dating her and brag about how lucky I am. The things he said to her…”

“What else did he say?” Leander said with a glare.

“That a mousy little thing like her should take what she could get since guys weren’t lining up to go out with her, and that he’d only asked her out of pity.”

“That’s it. He’s dead.” Leander said firmly.

“No, Maddie would be mortified that I told you.”

“I could beat him up for an entirely unrelated reason!” Leander protested.

“Leave it alone for now.”

“I have a class with her and Larson. What if I ask her out too?”

“Just don’t do it today, two of her fellow gryffindors in the same day might be suspicious.”

“I can at least flirt with her a little bit.”

“Fine, just don’t go over the top.” Garrett frowned.

“I don’t have that problem, you do.”

Maddie had just entered the herbology classroom when her phone vibrated.

Prewett 2:55 PM: Don’t be mad, I know about Larson. Let me help you too.

Maddie 2:56 PM: of course Garreth couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

Prewett 2:56 PM: He only told me because I interrogated him. I hate Larson too.

Maddie was embarrassed that Garreth had told Leander about what had happened. She looked up as she heard girlish laughter. Andrew was flirting with Sacharissa Tugwood. Her cheeks burned and she looked away from them. She pulled out a ponytail to tie her hair up and saw Leander approaching.

“Hey Maddie. Are you wearing a new perfume?”

“You really don’t have to do this, Leander.” She said quietly.

“You’re my friend. He’s a dick. I want to.”

“Ok class! Today will be a free period to tend to the plants. Break off into groups of two and pick an area of the greenhouse!” Professor Garlick beamed at them. She was always so happy and perky.

“I’d really like to be partners with you, Maddie.”

“Sure, we can replant the tentacula leaves.” They each put on a pair of gardening gloves and walked over to their station. Unfortunately Andrew and Sacharissa took the station next to them.

“Just ignore them.” Prewett said quietly as he gathered the fallen tentacula leaves. Maddie began digging the holes to replant them.

“Maddie, I’m not sure you’re doing that right.” Prewett said with a smile.

“I’m pretty sure I know how to dig a hole.” Maddie smirked back.

“Here, let me help you.” Leander stood closely behind her, basically leaning over her. He grabbed her hand and guided her in digging the hole. “How’s that?” He smiled down at her from over her shoulder.

“Over the top.” She whispered.

“No, this is. Act like I said something flirtatious to you.” Leander whispered in her ear.

“Prewett!” She giggled and playfully smacked his chest.

“Maddie, you’ve got something on your face.”

“What? Where?”

“Here.” Leander touched her forehead with his dirt-covered glove.

“Prewett!” She laughed and pressed her dirty glove against his forehead too. “There, now we match.”

“Oh I’ll get you for that!” He grabbed her and pulled her backwards against him while she squealed about getting dirt on her uniform.

“Mr. Prewett, Miss Swanson! Please stop fooling around.”

“Yes, professor, apologies.” Maddie smiled. Even Professor Garlick’s harshest voice was sweet.

Prewett still stood slightly behind her while they worked. “I feel like you’re just lurking over my shoulder.” Maddie laughed.

“It’ll be like that Patrick Swayze movie with the pottery scene!” He started humming ‘Unchained Melody’ while covering her hands in the dirt.

“Wouldn’t have pegged you for a sappy movie fan, Prewett.” Andrew said, smirking at him.

“Are you kidding? It’s got crime, a psychic, that hot girl with the short hair, and Patrick Swayze!” He scoffed like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Oh I love ‘Ghost!” Sacharissa piped up. “It makes me cry every time.”

“Me too!” Maddie laughed.

“Oh my god, Maddie, we NEED to have a girl’s night! I can’t get anyone to watch it with me!”

“That actually sounds like fun.” Maddie smiled.

“Do you have my number?”

“I don’t, actually.”

“We’ll fix that! Hand me your phone.” While the girls chattered about how hot Patrick Swayze was, Leander watched Maddie with a smile. She just needed a little prodding to come out of her shell, and now she was chatting with Sacharissa with ease.

“Got your eyes on Swanson, Prewett?” Andrew asked him with a smirk.

“Maybe. What’s it to you?”

“Between you and me, don’t waste your time.”

“And why is that?” Leander asked, clenching his fists.

“She doesn’t put out. Real prudish, that one.”

“Maddie is my friend. You’d better watch your mouth.”

“I’m just telling you the truth, she’s wound up tighter than-“ Andrew didn’t get to finish his sentence before Leander’s fist was crashing into his face. They began fighting and professor Garlick was horrified as she watched them roll across the ground. Andrew was getting a few hits in, but not nearly as many as Prewett.

“Boys! Stop this right now!” They still didn’t listen so she pulled out her wand. “Arresto momentum!” Both boys slowed and she used a levitation charm to levitate Prewett off of Andrew.

“Detention for both of you! Mr. Larson, go to the hospital wing, you’ve got a nasty looking broken nose. Class is dismissed! I need to make sure my babies are alright.”

“Leander, what the hell?!” Maddie helped him to his feet.

“My temper got the best of me.” He grumbled.

“Clearly! Did he say something to you?” Leander looked into her eyes and saw the hurt all over her face. He couldn’t tell her what Andrew had said.

“Yes, but it wasn’t about you. He insulted me.”

“You’ve got a busted lip. Do you need to go to the hospital wing?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“Come here, at least let me help you.” She led him to the sinks outside the classroom and got a paper towel and wet it. “Sit down, you’re too tall.” He did as he was told and she walked over and stood between his legs. She tilted his head up so she could get a better look at his lip. She gently wiped the blood away with the paper towel and Prewett watched her work.

“Maddie, Andrew is an idiot.”

“Quit talking, I’m trying to fix your lip.” She finished washing the blood off and pulled out her wand and muttered a healing spell.

“Where’d you learn to do that?” Prewett asked in shock as he touched his healed lip.

“My mother is a healer.” Maddie said with a smile. “Alright, you’re good to go now.”

“Since our class was canceled, want to go do something?”

“I was just planning on studying and going to the library.”

“I’ll go too.”

“Leander, you really don’t have to stick around me, it’s fine.”

“I know, but you’re my friend, I like spending time with you and I also need to study, so let’s go.”

After his classes were over, Garreth returned to the dorm room he shared with Leander. Leander looked up when he entered.

“Did you get in a fight with Andrew Larson today?”

“A little bit, yeah.” Prewett smiled sheepishly.

“Why?!”

“Because he made some more crude comments about Maddie. I just couldn’t take it.”

“What did he say?”

“Well, I’d been flirting with her and then she went off to talk to Sacharissa and Larson came up to me and said not to waste my time because she wouldn’t put out. He started to say something else but didn’t get to because I broke his nose.”

“You broke his nose?!”

“I would’ve done more than that too if Garlick hadn’t pulled us apart. I got detention for a week, but it was worth it.”

“Damn. Let’s go to dinner and see if we see him.”

They walked into the dining hall and saw Maddie sitting at the Gryffindor table with Natty. They took the seats beside them and Garreth grinned at Maddie.

“By the look on your face, I’m guessing you heard about herbology?” Madeline asked with a small smile.

“I would have loved to have seen it. Larson really needs to keep his mouth shut about you- OW!” Garreth winced as Leander kicked him under the table.

“You said he didn’t say anything about me.” Maddie glared at Prewett.

“Well, um, sort of?”

“Just tell me what he said. Please.”

“Not to waste my time with you because you wouldn’t put out.” There was a choking sound as Natty gasped while she was eating. She coughed and waved their concern away.

“Unbelievable.” Maddie said, staring at her plate.

“If you want to prove him wrong, I’d be happy to sleep with you. OW! Ok, everyone needs to stop kicking me.” Garreth winced and rubbed his leg.

“Then stop saying stupid shit.” Prewett smirked at him. They heard a flurry of whispers and turned around. Andrew Larson came in with two black eyes and quietly sat down at the Ravenclaw table.

“Looks like they at least fixed his nose.” Garreth said. “If it was broken, he wouldn’t be able to look down it at other people.”

“You really did a number on him, Prewett.” Natty said, still staring at Andrew’s black eyes.

“It was well deserved.”

“So Garreth, you finally asked Maddie out on a date?” Natty grinned.

“Why does everyone keep saying that?!” Garreth said, slightly exasperated.

“Everyone knows you have a soft spot for Maddie.”

Garreth felt his phone buzz.

Maddie 5:45 PM: She doesn’t know

He slid his phone back in his pocket. “Ah, well I never imagined she’d actually agree to go out with me, but I saw my shot and took it. Luckily she said yes.”

He saw Leander slide his phone back in his pocket. “He’s been going on and on about her for months, he was driving me crazy.”

“So what are you guys doing for your date?” Natty asked.

“I’m thinking a picnic in a nice sunny spot. We won’t have many warm days left. Might as well enjoy it while we’ve got it!”

“That sounds nice.” Maddie smiled.

“Aw man. Now I want to go on a picnic.” Prewett said sadly. “Natty, do you want to go on a picnic with me?”

Natty looked surprised. “Um, sure?”

“We won’t crash your date though. We’ll go somewhere else.” Prewett grinned at Maddie and Garreth.

“Much appreciated. I want Maddie all to myself.” Garreth grinned and touched her hand under the table.

They all finished dinner and went their separate ways. Now all Garreth had to do was beg the house elves to help him out.

“Come on, Natty, I don’t need to wear a dress!” Maddie protested as Natty shoved one at her. “It’s not even a real date.” She realized her mistake when Natty turned around.

“What?”

“I just meant it’s not like at a restaurant or a posh club. It’s just a picnic.”

“Still, you can look nice. Now let me fix your hair.”

Garreth was attempting to tame his curls and finally gave up. He walked down into the common room where Leander was sitting and struck a pose. “How do I look?”

“Do you want me to answer that truthfully, or…?”

“Just shut up.”

He saw Prewett’ eyes focus over his shoulder. “Daaaamn!”

“What?” He turned around and saw Maddie coming down the stairs. She was a vision of summer. She had on a short white dress that was off the shoulder. It was giving her curves he’d never noticed before. Her legs were long, toned, and tan, and she was wearing wedge sandals that boosted her height. Her brown hair was braided and had little white flowers woven through it. She was talking and smiling with Natty and Garreth thought her eyes practically sparkled. He felt a surprising flutter of nervousness in his stomach.

“Hi Garreth, hi Leander.” She smiled at them and they both just looked at her with their mouths hanging open.

“What?” She asked self consciously. “Is it the dress? I told Natty it was silly.”

“Madeline, they like the dress a little TOO much.” Natty winked at her.

“Oh!” Maddie blushed. “So I look ok?”

“Yes. You look really good.” Garreth finally stammered.

“Thank you! Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah. I think first we should walk around the entire school holding hands so everyone can see you.”

“These shoes are not that comfortable to walk around in.”

“Well we have to at least stop by the dining hall so I can pick up the picnic basket.”

“Bye guys, have fun!” Natty waved. Leander was still gaping at her. “Prewett, put your eyes back in your head.” Natty smacked him upside the head.

Garreth held his hand out. “My lady.” He bowed dramatically.”

“You’re so over the top.” Maddie snorted, but took his hand. As they walked through the halls, Maddie noticed a lot more people looking at her than normal. “Are you sure I’m dressed alright? People keep staring at me and it’s kind of freaking me out.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you look shockingly hot.”

“What?”

“Like, I knew you were pretty, but I’ve only seen you in your uniform, and now that you’re not…you’re very attractive.”

“Oh, thank you Garreth.” She looked up and saw her friend Amit Thakkar. “Hi Amit!” She waved at him and he walked right into a pillar, dropping his books. “Oh my god, Amit, are you ok?!” She ran over to him and Garreth snickered to himself.

“H-hi Madeline.” Amit was still looking up at her from the ground. She stuck out her hand to help him up and he looked terrified. “Thanks.” He said, still wide eyed. Garreth handed him his books he’d dropped.

“Are you still available to help me with my astronomy homework tonight? I hate to bother you.”

“No! I mean, yes I’ll still help you, no it’s not a bother.” He chuckled awkwardly.

“Are you sure you’re alright? Oh hang on.” She dusted the dirt off of his chest and he was frozen to the spot. “There!”

“Madeline, you look…” Amit looked like he was struggling for words.

Maddie raised her eyebrows and waited for him to finish his sentence. Garreth elbowed him and it seemed to snap him out of his trance. “Really beautiful.”

“Thank you! You’re so sweet.”

“Um, I have some time now if you wanted to do something before we studied?” Amit asked her, looking nervous.

Garreth glared at him. He knew he wasn’t really dating her, but he felt jealous anyway. Hello, he was RIGHT THERE.

“Sorry Thakkar, she’s all mine. We’re going on a date.” Garreth wrapped an arm around her waist and grinned.

“Ah, alright then, apologies. I’ll see you later.” Amit hurried off.

“He was trying to ask you out right in front of me!” Garreth scoffed.

“I don’t think he was asking me out.”

“Oh he ABSOLUTELY was.”

Garreth took her hand again as they walked down the hall. He wanted people to know she was with him. He felt oddly…possessive? He didn’t really have any right to be. It was nice though, holding her hand and walking together. Most of his relationships (if you could call them that) were quick flings. He listened to Maddie chat about her day and snuck glances at her. He’d had no idea she had a body like that. He’d never really paid attention and she was always wearing her Hogwarts robes.

“Garreth?”

“What?” He snapped back to reality.

“We’re here. You said you had to get the picnic basket?”

“Oh, yes! Stay right here, I’ll be right back.” He leaned forward and kissed her cheek, surprising them both. Maybe that had been too much, but she was smiling. He went to retrieve the basket from the kitchen.

A few minutes later, he was headed back to Maddie with a basket loaded with food (when he’d told them what it was for, they’d been very excited to help) and frowned.

He’d left her alone FOR FIVE MINUTES and Sebastian Sallow was putting the moves on her. That cocky bastard. He had one hand resting on the wall and had essentially trapped Maddie while he flirted with her.

“Sallow, you’d better have a good reason for being so close to my girl.” He said as he approached. Sebastian raised his eyebrows.

“Your girl? Since when?”

“I asked her out yesterday. We’re going on our first date.” He held up the picnic basket

“That doesn’t exactly make her your girl, now does it?”

“Back off, Sallow.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Your guard dog’s got his tail in a twist. Here, let me give you my phone number.” He pulled a pen out of his pocket and grabbed Maddie’s hand and wrote it down. “Text me when you’re bored with Weasley.” Sebastian gave her another suave smile and walked away.

“Before we go, I need to find a bathroom and wash this off.” Maddie wrinkled her nose and looked at her ink-stained hand.

“Don’t want Sallow’s number?” Garreth gave her a teasing grin.

“God no.” He felt a small, selfish bit of happiness. “Be right back.” Garreth watched her walk away and DAMN was that dress working for her. He eagerly waited for her to come back. When she finally did, he held his hand out again.

“Do you know how hard I had to scrub to get that off? Asshole.” Maddie grumbled. “So where are we going?”

“Far enough to be considered private but close enough that people will still see us.”

“That didn’t clarify anything.”

“You’ll see!” He led her to one of his favorite places on the campus, a shady spot beneath a large oak tree. He spread the large picnic blanket on the ground and offered her his hand as she sat. Then he took a seat across from her and opened the basket. “Fair warning, there’s a ton of food. The house elves seemed to think this picnic was for a dozen people.”

“Or maybe they’ve just seen you eat.” Maddie teased.

“It’s not my fault their food is so delicious! I’m a growing boy.” He grinned and began unpacking the basket.

After they had their fill, Garreth and Maddie were still having a good time talking and getting to really know each other.

“I think I’d like to be a healer like my mom. I’ve seen the differences she’s made in people’s lives and I’d like to do that too.”

“Leander said you healed his lip like a pro earlier, so you’re already on your way.”

“I was thinking of asking Nurse Blainey if I could shadow her sometime.”

“I think that’s a great idea! She probably would.”

“What do you want to do?” Maddie asked him.

“You’ll laugh, but probably something with potions.”

“Why would I laugh about that?”

“Because I’m always blowing them up and pissing Sharp off.”

“That’s just because you’re trying to make new potions. You’re not just fooling around. You’re attempting to make something new.”

“Nobody else sees it that way. They think I’m just a menace to the potions classroom.”

“Well I disagree. You think the potioneers that made the potions we use today got it right on the first try?”

“That’s true. It’s kind of like what you said, it’s something I could do to make a difference. I could make a potion to heal someone or cure them of their ailments.”

“I think you’d make a fine potions master. Take over Sharp’s job when he retires.”

Garreth snorted. “I’m pretty sure if he found out I wanted it, he’d just never retire.”

“Yeah you’re probably right.”

They were both leaning back against the big oak tree and watching the sun set on the horizon. Garreth looked over at Maddie and she looked happy. The setting sun was giving her hair a golden glow and making her eyes shine. Garreth suddenly felt very nervous.

“I like talking to you.” Maddie said, fiddling with her braid. “This is probably the most we’ve talked in our seven years of knowing each other.”

“I think you’re right. Why haven’t we talked more?”

Maddie shrugged. “Different circles. Plus you scared me a little.”

“I scared you?!” Garreth laughed.

“Yes! From the moment I met you, you were just so over the top. You were the life of the party, friends with everybody, always so popular…I’m definitely more of an introvert.”

“Apologies, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Garreth smiled at her.

“It’s fine. I’m just glad we’re talking now.”

Garreth looked at the setting sun. “I suppose we should head back now. Ready to go?”

“Sure.” He stood up and offered her a hand to help her up. He packed up the basket and carried it in one hand, and held Maddie’s hand with the other.

“I had fun. You’re a wonderful fake girlfriend, Mads.”

“Am I your fake girlfriend? We’ve only been on one date. That seems awfully fast.” Madeline smiled.

“You’re right. I’ll have to take you out again sometime. Madeline, would you go on a second date with me?”

“I’d like that.” He walked her back to the Gryffindor dorms and stopped outside the common room entrance.

“Um, typically, there’d be a goodnight kiss at the end of the first date if you’re alright with that?” He said nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. Madeline responded by leaning up and gently pressing her lips to his. He kissed her back and let his hand rest on her waist. She pulled away and smiled again.

“Well that was just adorable.” Leander said, coming out of the common room.

“Prewett!” Garreth grumbled.

“I wasn’t spying! I was doing a favor for Natty.”

“Which was?”

“...watching for you guys to come back.”

“Very smooth, Prewett.” Garreth pushed past him and held the door open for Maddie.

“Goodnight Garreth.”

“Goodnight Maddie.”

[waitmyturtles]

Double Savage, episode 11 (penultimate episode) thoughts:

1) Jumping to the preview for the finale next week (ha) (I can’t help myself) -- I’m not technically seeing redemption for Dad Beng yet. His trying to give the money for his treatment back to Korn screams of asshole to me. BUT, I’m not gonna put it past New Siwaj to do something dumb LIKE redeem Dad Beng, because of the relative messiness of this episode 11.

2) Ohm and Perth.

Damn. I don’t need to ship them, I don’t need to see them in a BL (but I’m never saying no outright, heh). I want to see them work together again in a stronger, fuller, more honest, more well-developed drama -- maybe like a 10 Years Ticket, or something else with Fon Kanittha directing. 

Ohm and Perth saved the first half of this episode. Korn fully owning everything he knew about Win (which we’ll get to in a second) and spitting it back out to Win from last week to now -- I think at least that part was paced well, and the control they both had over their rage against each other was acted out beautifully. 

Perth came into his own fully in this episode. He played Win gorgeously, which is to say: he absolutely demonstrated how PATHETIC Win ended up being (Win in his George Constanza moment: “you never loved me?!?!?!” Come awn.)

At the same time. That conversation about how Win suffered vis à vis how Korn was kept close to the family via the mother and Li. That’s not linear. That would have been complicated for a young Win to understand vis à vis the messaging he (Win) was getting from his father. His father saying, Win, you’re the best, and Korn’s a jinx. Mom and Li staying close to Korn, keeping Korn in the family system. I didn’t have enough empathy for that complicated mindset that Win must have suffered under. And then in adulthood, as Li and the mother continued to long for Korn to rejoin the family, while all the pressure was put on Win’s shoulders to be the golden child -- and then Win spitting out “golden child” right back to Korn. 

BRILLIANT. That’s my kind of family trauma that I like to see illuminated in the complicated relationships and boundaries that shows like this explore. 

We REALLY need to see Perth more outside of BL. He was FANTASTIC. (Yes, I’m excited for Dangerous Romance, but he clearly does family dramas VERY well, and should do more of them.) (I don’t have Never Let Me Go to compare it to, but I heard he was weaker in it.)

3) Film/Rung in her revenge era.

I still do think that the writing of Rung is against her misogynistically. I’m not ENTIRELY sure she needed to sweep in and do all this damage against the ENTIRE family. But: I think Film/Rung played the revenge bit VERY well until the end anyway, and I do think Rung had her own karma come to her, as Korn noted at the memorial hall. I didn’t expect to see her witness Li’s heartbreak over Ah, and how the boys were fighting up until the moment that Li was contemplating the gun, and I think Rung got, at that moment, how much the weight of her entire life, and what had happened in it via Korn’s family, hit her -- I thought that was acted wonderfully by Film.

All three of these actors -- Ohm, Perth, Film -- I’m glad they had this vehicle in Double Savage to go outside their usual GMMTV boundaries to do action/revenge/crime, because they completely killed their roles.

4a) AWL the flashbacks, good lord. As a filmmaking mechanism, I thought they were overused in this episode.

So we find out that Ah and Li had been together, and that they both intended to never tell the brothers. We find out that Win was the one who caused the car accident that killed Rung’s parents (MORE. ON. THIS. IN. A. SECOND.) We find out that Korn and Rung BOTH KNEW ABOUT THAT ACCIDENT, and that’s likely when Korn himself stopped pining for Win as a brother and started to suspect him as a bad cop.

4b) Before I complain about the flashbacks, lemme just say this (ha) as a literal driver of a car who drives everyday (ha) -- Win, BRO, WHAT were you doing passing like that?! HA. I mean. THERE NEEDS TO BE MORE ABOUT THAT ACCIDENT -- at least, I beg of New Siwaj, PLEASE, because -- that was terrible driving, bro! I mean! Swerving your car like that, come awn! Just honk, dude, or like, roll down your window and say something or like, toss a Diet Coke at them, if you want them to go faster! UNLESS you thought you were chasing another car with like, criminals inside or whatever. Bad driving in shows, I would have never expected it! Pleeze, y’all. 

ANYWAY. (Thank you for allowing me that moment, ha.) (I swear I don’t do road rage, I SWEAR.) I say there needs to be something about the way Win was driving (WHICH WAS BAD) because that was a big chain of events for Win to lead Rung’s parents down.

4c) In any case, back to the flashbacks -- I honestly don’t think it does us great to leave the rest of the reveals to next week. We need to know HOW Korn and Rung KNEW about Win causing the accident that killed Rung’s parents. As I type that out, I really wonder -- it could NOT have been just by way of Win’s bad driving, but I’m not sure I trust New Siwaj to wrap that up nicely like that, just with bad driving as an excuse and everyone accepting it.

Next week, we’ll clearly learn from Pea/Satang to Rung/Film how Korn helped her during her time on the lam. 

And I’m hoping, HOPING, as I thought at the start of the post, that we don’t see a redemption for/from Dad Beng. That’s certainly my inner Asian child crying out for that conclusion. 

Because...

5) These flashbacks are taking away the ability for us to see some real emotional growth from the characters. We’re getting hints by, say, the change of colors they’re wearing (thanks to @shortpplfedup for pointing that out to me), and in next week’s preview, we see Rung cleaned up (where did the eyeliner go, gurl). We need to know how things have unspooled, for sure, but -- shit. A LOT HAS HAPPENED TO KORN AND RUNG. We need enough time to know how they’ll end up, and I’m not sure New Siwaj will give us enough time to process it all.

Anyway. Complaints here, and praises there. Ohm/Perth/Film, again, SAVED this episode. 

So, eff, omg, next week. Monday: end of Double Savage. Wednesday and Thursday: Our Skyy 2 x Bad Buddy. I’m effed. My heart can’t take much more!

@miscellar -- this one’s for you!