#and she straight up stormed tf out

[ozzgin]

I'm the anon who asked if your requests are open and i got busy assignments + presentations that i almost forgot about the request but now i remembered and it's based on my dream i saw that night..

How about a vampire who lost his relic (presumably a ring) and reader happens find it and tries it on, now the vampire is all panicking because guess what? That was a betrothal relic and it has binded the vampire's soul with the one of reader. They can't pull it out/take it of.. oh well, now they are stuck and obviously the vampire hates the idea of being stuck with a pesky human but hey they are kinda stupid..? How tf they tripped on thin air? Or how they are still alive even after being food poisoned 5 times a month? Vampire is now babysitter for his human *sighs * what has he gotten himself in..

(Please add yandere elements later on, my brain stoopid but i want a hot Victorian era vampire being obsessed with me ^^ muah!)

(I'm sorry this is so lengthy TT)

Yandere! Vampire x Reader

Featuring a ridiculously lucky Reader who constantly manages to escape a Vampire's assassination attempts. Did someone order a supernatural edition of enemies to lovers?

Content: gender neutral reader, obsessive behavior, mentions of stalking, romcom

[Monster masterlist] [Original works masterlist]

"Are you alright, (Y/N)?" your friends gasp in unison, eyes fixated on the fallen ceramic pot that scarcely missed you, now laying shattered at your feet. You laugh reassuringly and wave your hand in dismissal. "It's the fifth time it happens today. Maybe there's a storm coming?"

From within the shadows, menacing eyes glowing red follow your movements. "Damn it!" The mysterious man curses under his breath. He stares enviously at the bulky ring on your finger. The ring bearing his Family signet, where part of his very soul resides. It has stayed with him for centuries, and somehow, to his utmost shame, he lost it. By the time he rushed back to retrieve it, you were carelessly sliding it down your finger. He wanted to strangle the life out of you right then and there, but he felt it: the immediate surge of contractual power, dominating his will and holding him back from breaking your bones. "It's a little tacky, isn't it?" your friend remarked. You nodded in agreement and tried to remove it, but the metal band tightened around your skin, painfully constricting your digit. It was stuck. It was too late.

Now he has to rely on cheap trickeries like this one. Sure, he may not be able to directly plunge his fangs into your neck, but the bonding curse does not shield you from "accidents", you see. It would be a real shame if that flower pot was to land straight into your head, ending you instantly and thus breaking the connection with him. Except you simply refuse to die. A mystery, a paradox, one that enrages him to no end. It's almost as if the ring is bringing you fortune at the cost of his misery.

"Have you had any luck removing that ugly thing?" the person standing next to you mentions. The vampire lord grits his teeth at the blasphemous words. This is what's become of him: a deceitful buffoon, having to sit and listen to his inheritance being mocked relentlessly. He holds back the urge of shouting that thousands have bled to death in order to forge that magnificence. "Not at all", you respond idly. "I tried taking it to a jeweler, and she said she could try to cut it, but she ended up having a heart attack right in the middle of it. She didn't even look that old, maybe it runs in her family?"

Unbelievable. The thought of reclaiming his relic haunts every second of his day, to the point he's become your shadow. Stalking your every move, your every breath, observing his prey and waiting for an opportunity to strike. He can already picture that pathetic face of yours, twisting in pain, begging for-...huh. Well, look at that, you're reading one of his favorite books. Perhaps you do have a little taste, after all. It won't save you from your terrible fate, but he might skip the prolonged torture.

There's plenty of quotes out there about knowing your enemy in order to guarantee your victory, though one might wonder where the limit of such knowledge resides. Or what counts as useful to begin with. The vampire lord is presently wondering about this very aspect, as he mouths your coffee order from a distance. Less sugar, huh? You did mention losing your sweet tooth. He shakes his head indignantly. Absolutely not! The throb of his heart is fueled by raw hatred and nothing else. One of days he will savour your demise.

Your ridiculous luck might just end today. You've taken a shortcut on your way back home, and didn't expect a shady, burly man to block your exit. A perverted grin stains his face as he approaches you, twiddling with his pocket knife. "Alone at this hour?" You frown and try to find a way out, but the man suddenly begins to heave and convulse before your eyes, grasping at his chest as the skin shrivels and dries. He collapses at your feet, body wilted as if it's been emptied of its vitality. The Vampire Lord clicks his tongue.

To think he'd rush to rescue his sworn enemy, a pitiful mortal like you. He didn't even get the chance to consider the aftermath. You stare at the stranger, confused but observant. Pale skin, crimson eyes, unnaturally sharp canines...and the fact he just drained a living being into a bloodless corpse: everything hints to one possibility. "Are you by any chance a vampire?" you find yourself mumbling. "You must've graduated from Harvard with those deduction skills", he responds sarcastically.

Everything else unfolds in a haze. Wasn't he planning to kill you and retrieve his ring? When the hell did he offer to walk you home to avoid more creeps? Why is he twirling his hair sheepishly whenever you praise his demonic powers? Oh, but it gets worse: why did he suddenly feel the urge to kiss you before returning to his cursed lair? Why did he accept your invitation to spend the night at your place instead? One moment ago, he was doing his best to curse you off this Earth. Now he's tugging stray strands of hair away from your blushing, whining face, asking you if it hurts. Damned human.

"How did you know I like this? Have you been stalking me?" you joke, nudging your undead boyfriend and setting the gift aside. "More or less", he confesses with a yawn. He recalls all that time spent dutifully spying on your oblivious self. "You know, a human like you shouldn't be able to dodge death like that." He turns to you and scans your features. Then, abruptly embarrassed, he ruffles your hair to block you from noticing his blush. "I suppose my failure was the better outcome. It's not too bad, having you around."

[danrifics]

good morning i have slept a total of 2 hours here’s my spoiler breakdown for terrible influence antwerp

they start by playing a text to speech voice who welcomes us and the straight boyfriends and the dads (they’re a bit obsessed with the dads i’ll be real) the voice tells us if we film she’s gonna sue are asses. text to speech lady she is an icon

dnp come out and they’re like yo this is cool it’s the first show, you guys are gonna see what we’ve been up to and then they’re like it’s the first show so we can use you guys to decide if we change anything

they they’re like there’s probably people in the audience who don’t really know us so they do a 15 years of dan and phil lore breakdown with dolls of themselves in little set of iconic dnp locations (made by pj and sophie btw) they put these sets in a table in front of a camera and it shows on the big screen, (for 1 section of this the screen doesn’t work for the first part lol) also phil makes the dolls kiss and they also make the dolls hump the breakfast bar cos of course they do

i can’t remember what happens next or maybe it jumps right into the next thing i mention

they play a game show called role model or no-model which is a madlibs style game where you have to decide if the version of dan and phil the audience creates is a role model or not these are compared to real dnp. we had homophobic furry lawyer dan and linguistics dr phil wo has a thing for hamsters. just an fyi for this dan is really good at hearing what the audience is saying and phil is not at all and im pretty sure he made his up cos he couldn’t understand what we wanted

okay so after this iirc they start talking about the youtube landscape and what they’re gonna do after tour and how to keep people entertained and they go on a little adventure through different genres of youtube like minecraft lets plays, vtubers and then they pretend to be mr beast and pretend to give away a bunch of stuff that they don’t have, they cure us of any mental health issues and they cure us from being gay <3

then they decide to have a boxing match cos obvs that’s what youtubers do, they ask us to cheer for whoever they want to win and it has cool intro to it! i’ll be honest this boxing match goes on for entirely too long like it spans the end of the first half and the start of the second but they have like choreographed fighting and OMFG it’s very gay and like suggestive and they do many times look like they’re gonna have sex 😂 like one of phils moves is to hit dan with his ass while dan is holding him from behind so… yeah. anyway dan thought he won ours and then phil knocked him out with a tv, as he should!! also before they end the first half they’re having an insult match where phils tells dan hes gonna burn his house down only for dan to say they live in the same house and i was dying it was so funny, phil also calls dan a dickhead and this is where he also calls him a cunt and that’s how the first half ends. oh also phil has a fake 6 pack on and that’s the $300 dollar silicone btw

okay second half after dan is dead they have a sincere moment and then they’re like you guys keep telling us you want load of long unedited content and they ask us to tell them a topic to monologue about and someone shouts feet and they rant about feet lmao phil excitedly tells everyone he has a better wiki feet rating than dan

then dan goes on a rant about being discriminated against as a millennial (can’t remember how we got there) and phil gets bored and starts watching subway surfers and i’ll be real honest as a gen z i instantly got distracted by subway surfers and didn’t listen to what dan was saying (that was the point tho) and phil keeps turning up the volume and dan gets mad and he storms off

we have a nice sincere moment with phil but idk what tf it was cos neither did phil 😂

then suddenly a voice, oh here she comes, she asks if we’re ready to confess our sins and out comes sister daniel, everyone fucking loses it, if you heard me screaming so loud no you didn’t.

anyway they read some confessions (phil is father philip) and they read out a few including one from @dnphobe !!! phil has a water gun that he didn’t have when he was meant to and couldn’t find and then found and he was spraying it at people to cleanse them of their sins which is what they meant by people being in the splash zone btw also phil sprayed it at dan it was kinda cute

okay so they say they need to go and get changed and they head off stage and there’s a gag where they leave the microphone on and they’re purposely making it sound sexual and it’s so funny and then dan comes out and phil doesn’t cos he’s struggling with his leather fucking trousers that was a completely unscripted part for sure

then they talk about the hiatus a bit and how dan left us and they keep calling us their family and brb while i cry my eyes out

then they pull out a fucking banger of a song, like i can’t even explain to you how good it is, it has a fully like kpop style dance to it that im gonna fucking learn lmao and dan was so good at it like im not even kidding that man was pulling moves!! phil was doing great too btw but he definitely wasn’t as confident in it as dan was but damn it’s the best song yet imo!!

also i forgot to write the conspiracy bit because i forgot where in the show it is but on one of them they were trying so hard to make us say the opposite one but we were literally forcing tour bus on them and yes they confirmed they shared a bed on that tour bus!! and they played it off like its okay for friends to do that (cos it is) but they way they said it was that thing again where they blur the line a little so we know what they actually mean but still pretend they mean something else

okay some little things i remember that i didn’t write above

- “i can’t imagine my life without you”

- “it’ll be 15 years in december” (if you know you know)

- the absolute silence after they confirmed the bed thing cos none of us were actually expecting it

- dan had to prompt phil a little to remind him what to say next but it was very cute

- they kept looking at each other in *that* way

- phil lied to us about when norman died cos he had norman merch coming out

- sleepless night with phil 3 is fake!!

- they showed *that* video of phil asleep on the tour bus

- there were multiple times where i thought they’re gonna kiss right now???

-phil called dan kinda sexy

- ALL IS FORGIVEN, ANYTHING FROM THE LAST WE MIGHT HAVE DONE IS FORGIVEN THEY LOVE US WE ARE A FAMILY THEY ARE LITERALLY OUR DADS

[beelanddiavolosimp-blog]

Hi~ Hope you're having a gud day. So I'll like to request a scenario where the brothers receive a really suggestive pic from MC on their chat and when they're about to tell how sexy she looks, MC deletes the pic and types out "Oops sorry sent it on the wrong number". The next thing is probably them bursting into MC's room in their demon forms and shaking MC while asking "Who tf were you sending this to then?!" (Poor MC, it was a prank tho😞). Thanks bbg!

To help Mc's case I will let them say it's a joke afterwards 😅 Aw you're welcome I hope you enjoy!🫶🏼

The brothers react to MC texting 'oops wrong number' after sending something suggestive

Lucifer

He was working of course never really doing much outside of it. He looked over at his phone and was going to ignore it until he saw it was MC and then immediately looked at it. As he opens the text he sees MC in a very suggestive pose along with an explicit text over the image before it was quickly deleted and MC sent "oops sorry wrong number". He stares at his phone for a good few minutes before suddenly standing straight up and rushing over to your room. He still knocks politely before slamming the door open a scary fake grin on his face. "MC what was that text I hope you know I read and saw it thoroughly." He says his tone is unreadable. MC looks startled then laughs nervously "ah sorry Lucifer it was meant for someone else..." He immediately moves closer "and who would that be huh? Don't lie to me I can read right through it." MC sighs loudly and pouts "why do you always know when I'm messing with youuu" MC whines

Mammon

He sighs bored out of his mind sitting on the couch. He then scrolls through his phone instead seeing Mc texted. He immediately opens it and sees a very suggestive photo before it was deleted and a text was sent. "Oops sorry mam's wrong number!" Now he is by no means a calm person but he stalled for a few minutes because DAMN that photo was a blessing to his eyes. Yet that immediately dropped when he saw that text. What?. WHAT?. He immediately rushed to find Mc and once he spotted them he shoved his phone in their face. "WHAT IS THIS! WHO ARE YOU SENDING THAT TOO? WHY WOULD YOU SEND ME THAT! ARE YA DUMB?" he continues to yell and make a scene. Once MC calms him down Mc finally admitted it was a joke and he immediately huffed. "Dumb human" and he snatched Mc's phone. "Don't send that picture to anyone else got it?" He says now moody.

Levi

As if he would be anywhere else he was sitting in his room playing video games when he heard his phone ping. He looks down and checks it since it was from Mc and immediately drops his phone and lets out a loud shriek. MC what the hell!!! He immediately scrambled to grab his phone with a red face and then got Mc's text. He frowns and texts back 'oh....okay....enjoy your time together then ig' and sets his phone down. He continues to sulk until Mc enters his room and scolds him for just accepting what happened and not questioning it. He is happy it was a joke though.

Satan

He was reading quietly trying to keep his mind off of something Lucifer said that had set him off. He checked his phone and once he saw Mc sent something he immediately went to open it. His eyes widened and his face immediately reddened at the photo sent. He immediately went to type something. Yet before he could say really anything MC sends "oops sorry wrong number". He immediately closes his book and within minutes was storming around the house in his demon form getting that pissed off. He continued to be a royal asshole until Mc practically yelled at him it was a joke. "Don't do it ever again or I'll cut that person's head off in a heartbeat."

Asmos

He was busy doing his skincare routine humming to the music he had playing in the background until he heard his phone vibrate. He checks it and immediately lights up seeing it was from Mc. Once he sees the picture he immediately saves it without thinking and responds quickly "oh my MC trying to rile me up are you?~" MC was shocked at how quickly he responded and texted "oh asmo I'm so sorry it was for someone else" he pouts yet responds anyway "oh? How sad...who was it for hm?" MC tried to continue the lie and couldn't eventually telling him it was. He responds "oh! Great. Now that photo can be for me only~"

Beel

He was currently in the middle of a workout. He was half way finished taking a small break noticing when Mc texted him. He opens the text and his entire face heats up a pretty red. He goes to respond before you text out "I'm sorry this was for someone else..." He stares at the message a little too long. In real time he was going through so many questions. Who was this supposed to go to? Why did you look that way? What's your relationship with that person? Did he eat more or less today? Too many questions he just responded "oh ok" and set his phone down. He felt an odd aching in his heart not liking how much a simple text bothered him. You immediately spam his phone with "IM SORRY BEEL I WOULD NEVER DO THIS TO YOU 😭." "IT WAS JUST A JOKE PLEASE BELIEVE ME AND PICK UP YOUR PHONE!" he eventually looked and sighed in relief texting back "Oh good I was a little hurt..."

Belphie

He surprisingly wasn't asleep when Mc texted. He immediately responded when Mc did text though. He sits up straight when he sees the image sent and immediately responds "oh? What's this MC? Miss me that much?" He says cocky as all hell. He was until Mc's next message "sorry belphie this wasn't for you. Someone else actually" he immediately scoffed and stood up texting Mc as he walks "where are you?" He storms around the house looking for Mc. "None of your business" Mc responds. That didn't last long when he suddenly appeared next to Mc within a few minutes. "Who was it meant for." He asks with a glare that could kill on his face. After Mc burst into laughter Mc then explains it was a joke and he then proceeded to say some cuss words before going somewhere to sleep away from Mc.

[flowerbitz]

x-men teacher headcanons bc we all deserve some silliness in our lives:

storm:

you see now she might be a very nice teacher but her first years must have been chaotic...she was definitely not ready to handle a class full of kids still, she learned to like it;

participated in the cheese touch game with the younger kids, no questions asked...

charles:

probably someone has told him "i like your cut g" and he just went on about his day...also there are "low taper fade" memes of him circling around the school gcs;

kids know better than acting nonchalant so they don't get picked but he still picks them anyways...you can't escape him basically;

jean:

watches the class like a hawk during tests...it's scary;

got convinced by her students to dress up as frankenstein (THE DOCTOR NOT THE MONSTER) so she just used her lab clothes the whole day...guess who was the monster;

logan:

tells kids to stay after class if he sees them cheat, does the "disappointed dad" stance before giving them detention;

a kid just straight up told him "type shit" when he gave them an idea for an essay, he tried not to laugh while the kid stared at him obviously nervous (pls i saw this on tik tok and thought it was funny);

scott:

fell out of his chair once, hit his head on the back of the black board and then on the ground...nobody will let that go, there's video proof and everything!!

he brings a "we are going to watch a movie today and it's a fucking 5 minute video" vibe to the class that earns him some side eyes;

(genuine question how tf do you get more colours for the text?? i seriously can't keep going with the same seven colours forever...help a girl out PLEASE!!)

[bronbrons]

‘she’s busy bro’ with Dabi.

Dabi: Hey, you good? Where are you?

Y/N’s phone: She’s busy, bro.

Dabi: …Who the hell is this?

Y/N’s phone: Don’t worry about it, man. She’s in good hands.

Dabi: The f** does that mean?*

Y/N’s phone: Gotta go, she’s getting impatient ;)

Dabi: WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!

—

Meanwhile, Y/N is stifling laughter beside Twice, who’s struggling to keep a straight face while typing.

Twice: “You think he’s mad?”

Y/N: “Oh, he’s definitely mad.”

The door suddenly SLAMS open.

Dabi: “What the f** is this?”*

Twice, shoving the phone back to Y/N: “SHE MADE ME DO IT.”

chapter 2 of this version.

Dabi: Yo, you coming over tonight?

Y/N: She’s busy bro.

Dabi: ??? Who the hell is this?

Y/N: Don’t worry about it.

Dabi: TF YOU MEAN “DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT”??? WHERE IS SHE???

Y/N: She’s right here, bro. She’s… occupied.

Dabi: I’m gonna kill you. Dead. Gone. Ashes.

[At that moment, Twice is barely holding back his laughter while Y/N is covering their mouth, trying not to make a sound. Toga is watching with wide eyes, ready to record if Dabi storms in. Shigaraki is in the corner, not paying attention, but smirking slightly because he knows Dabi is losing it.]

Dabi: Tell me where you are before I burn down every building in a five-mile radius.

Y/N: Chill, bro.

Dabi: I AM NOT YOUR BRO.

[Suddenly, the door slams open. Dabi stands there, furious, blue flames flickering at his fingertips. Twice and Y/N burst out laughing, with Twice wheezing, “Dude, you should’ve seen your face!” Toga cackles from the couch, holding up her phone.]

Dabi glares at Y/N. “You think that was funny?”

Y/N, still laughing but slightly nervous, nods. “Yeah?”

Dabi steps closer, smirking darkly. “Alright. Your turn to be ‘busy’ then.”

Twice immediately holds up his hands. “Alright, prank over, abort mission—”

But it’s too late. Dabi grabs Y/N by the wrist, pulling them up. “Hope you weren’t planning on getting much sleep tonight, babe.”

He looks so glorious in this gif.

[rei-ismyname]

What's Up, Doc? Storm #2

Storm #2 was super weird, zipping all over the place with zero interiority from Ororo. That obviously sucks, but the exchange with Doctor Daye left me scratching my head most of all.

- He doesn't treat X-Men, a volunteer team who have never heard of the hospital. Flat out refuses, won't even let them in the door. His only rule.

- He quotes all the donors, most of whom are billionaires. Charles Xavier is/was rich, but most of the X-Men have negligible income or assets.

- The miracle pills were for humans, dipshit. The resurrection protocols were for reversing genocide.

- Ororo doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about, but he clearly has a massive chip on his shoulder. Only her Avengers ID card got her in the door.

- How did he stay out of ORCHIS gulags? The X-Men probably rescued his ass from that. If not, literally everyone else.

- Only when she hands over a priceless personal heirloom from her dead mother does he pocket it and relent. Straight up extorts this desperate woman. 'Uhm, thank you' as if he doesn't know he's gatekeeping lifesaving medical treatment.

- Okay so they weren't there when you needed them. Did you tell them? The X-Men did not exist at the start of Krakoa, there was a ~2 year period in universe where they were in an alternate universe, dead or disbanded.

- How did they fail you? Not funding this hospital that's super well hidden and was unknown to them? TF?

- He has all the power here and he's squeezing Ororo in every way he can.

- Including wasting her time and sandbagging her, carrying on about himself.

- When he knows she has less than 6 hours to live.

- What if she didn't have anything valuable on her? Was he just going to say no, fully aware she's about to die?

- 'I forgot again' what the fuck is wrong with you? You made your stupid point and your still going with your personal grudge when she's terminal?

I am truly baffled by the point of this scene. Is it meant to be taken as an actual failing of the X-Men? It's kinda what it sounds like but it does not make sense given the timeframe. If Chuck knew about this he would have donated millions - Pre-Krakoa he ran multiple philanthropic organisations and gave heavily to charities. If it is meant to be taken seriously it's not explained at all. 80% of the patients are mutants but he left Krakoa bc people needed him. For what, exactly? Krakoa took care of mutant health.

If it's not meant to be taken seriously then why is this prick even in the book? He's just being cruel. 'Thanks for the only physical reminder of your mother, you're going to die soon. Bye!' This was a disappointing issue but holy shit I don't know what anyone involved was thinking. An editor should have caught the absurdity of this story.

[manic-sapphic]

some sorta silly spop gifs i been meaning to make~

- oh this right here? ^^ def not catra, totally cool w burning one of her 9 lives just tryna get a lil glimpse under adora's dress -

yee, that happened - u seent what u saw

splish splash - how this cat ever take a bath?

a brief illustration on the signs to look for when ur starting to wonder if everyone fcking hates u or ur just real real tired- "when to take a goddamn nap: a 3-sec guide"

tbh, i know this one ain't silly - i just love tf outta this moment too damn much and wanna look at it anytime i check on this post.

only thing that i wish i'd fit in this gif is the few seconds of action that immediately follow this shi- u know, when catra straight up dropkicks hordak so hard (and w almost no momentum built up whatsoever-goddamn u catra) -u know for a sec bro most def thought he just got knocked tf back through the portal the mf'er stumbled into when he came to etheria -

boy, bye-

oh & just more of that baddie- tryna get by & show her unrequited love just how much she still crushin- "gurl, i'd kidnap a whole town just to get ur attention - and i did"

like damn, at least appreciate the gesture adora, geeeeez-

tbh - lowkey hysterical how the princess/rebel alliance basically stormed the fright zone w lil to no plan, and what they did plan- was constantly getting messed tf up- and they still schooled the hell out of these poor helpless horde sillies. kinda makes sense tho- those mf'ers spent most their lives as child soldiers- they been fueled by nothing but some kinda "nutritional (??)" bricks that only come in colors that can most def promise u just one thing: it ain't made of anything that was ever edible.

obvi not the big moment of the dance err'body all about- and hey hey, me too forsure - idk if a full recovery from that damn dip is even something my dumb lil gay brain will prob ever be capable of

- but i also love the lil glimpse just after the dance starts and the frame cuts in closer to them as they start w their lil coy cat & mouse games- cause the look on adora's face at first looks just as into it as catra is. she's enjoying tf outta this whether she realizes it or not-

--then come the taunts that lead into adora basically tackling catra so hard the btch flies across the damn room, then lifts that cat up like she's made of fucking cardboard - her mug allll smug as fuuuuu, ofc --

and u already know. catra's face right here- "oh hell yeah, joke's on u adora- i'm having the goddamn time of my life-- throw me around some more- doitdoitdoitdotisodj- c'mon gurl, you know i been making u lose ur mind all damn night- so just doooo it- .. and then again... but like, then also forever after that too - yeah? u down?"

heheh - but heeeey tho - look who's obvi smug af now haaa - such flirting happenin right here lmao-

hoppin into a wall of fire w 0 hesitation, finally showin how you wanna be all bout like, being adora's protector n shi- damn u catra- u sweet, misunderstood tsundere magicat- who tf said u were allowed to be so fucking cute fr -

"did you just jump into fire for me?"

-fumbles over words as she quickly tries to recover & play it cool- failing hard af at it & replying in fluent flustered lesbian:-

"what!? no! shuddup!!"

jdgjxs hdtgk tho ok

<3

[your-favourite-yapper]

Havent made a prongsfoot post in a whileeeee

so umm it's like I don't wanna say 19thc but it's old times and it's like the time or era where like ppl going on ships 2 sell was a v big deal..,that era but also I still want it to be kinda modern so maybe 19thc after all or like 1900s

So

Sirius runs away from his high class family after a big fight and like goes to a ship and pretends he knos stiff abt how to like drive (?) A boat (he has many talents but b9atdriving isnt one of them)

And James is this sailor that inherited his dad's ships and he's like hiring and hes imm enamored by Sirius (but in a no homo bro bro hetero hetero i am staraight and i am courting (not sure if its the r8ght timeperiod for this) a straight girl kinda way) so he hires him wo rlly looking into his credentials

And sirihs manages to fit In quite well he's charismatic charming and well he's just he's just a run guy but ev one day wt a storm (first of many) sirius gets rlly wet and his disguise like lips off and the other ppl r like >:( why is this rich boy on this ship and they're v mad at hames bc he like onky just got their respect (they thought he was jsut a daddys boy they acc respected fleamont bc they could see him work his way up) and they turn on james and r just yknow VV mad and james is like :0 bc he lowkey thought that the mates trusted / liked him (his achillesnejjds heel)

But somehow they magae to like keep the revolutions to aminm and james is v irritated (not angry) bc now they have to ship sirius back bc not only is he a rich (pretty) boy but he is also like 19 (he said he was 23) and that's like not good and sirhs is PANICKING bc he don't wanna go back home :( he wanna stay here on sea sailing w the mates (james) and rough housing w the mates (james) and just yeah so in the middle of another storm he ONPURPOSE does smth to the ship and pike they get shipwrecked and he on purpose slashes ALL the safety boats except the one for james adding the chaos he convinces james the others r coming and they r both in a life boat tghtr and they somehow manage to get to an island and when the oth3rs don't come james asks sirius abt this and sirisu is like "idk bro i think there was traffic or smth 🧍🏻‍♂️"

And um imagine a big time jump where they slowly grow closer and bc its hot at the island they don't wear clothes (srs idea) and they sleep tghtr at night bc it's cold at night (james idea)

And slowly they start growing closer to each other and like transcend the binds of romantic rlnship thye just Become

And one day suddenly they have an est rlnship and ev james st9ps making those signals to help other ppl find them and stops talking abt his prev life and james misses his dad and sirius misses the city life(TM)

But meanwhile back in the city (TM) the black family is freaking out bc where tf is the heir ?? And walburga can't help but feel abit guilty bc what if she sent for sirius earlier than she had?? Maybe she'd have her boy back again? But she dies so..

But sometime in the middle of the night nd james is awake and sirius is asleep and there's a search boat (not a big ship bc near the island is alot of big rocks) and jzmsx hears it and he could v easily yell and get their attention and go back to society but when they go back to society they won't b able to do homo no homo tghtr :((( and so he just Doesn't Say Anything and it eats him up bc srs doesn't deserve this and maybe he was in the wrong but who CARES??

They manage to make it to their 60s (well jamess 60s sirius is still 54 ish)but james falls rlly ill and is on deaths door and srs refuses to live a life wo james so they prepare like poison and go to the shore tghtr and watch the sunset and ID tghtr insisting that they WILL meet again in another life

And in the 2020s (no covid for esthetic rzns) 2 researchers students go to this island and all thru out history after they found james and sirius intertwined bodies they do the "omhg 😍 such good friends " thing but these 2 researchers r like that's stupid so for their joint thesis they're researching allabt these 2 ppl and umm sometime during their research they lose connection w the outer world and makeup and yeah they're prongsfoot in the other life btw

[watermel0ns-dumb-cringe]

I desire to know more about John Doe Ezra AU Penny

YIPPEE I get to yap about this very tired angry depressed 17 year old /silly

- her sleep schedule is HORRENDOUS. Refuses to sleep until she ultimately collapses because she's too stubborn to give up her search for Ez. (even if she already knows the truth of what happened, being a literal WITNESS of the cyclone accident,, jst doesn't wanna accept it)

- also stays up because of frequent night terrors & nightmares in general. Has fallen asleep in multiple classes and has straight up collapsed when searching in the fall fair (as she skips classes a lOT)

- I feel like. She'd have some form of mild PTSD

- VERY uneasy around blood, understandably. Despite this she often gets into fights at school & it usually ends with her disassociated in the nurse's office. Somehow she hasn't gotten expelled (tbf it's Saint Cassian that school is hell™️)

- absolutely refused to let the foster home get rid of Ezra's stuff so she could share a room with someone else. she did not let them touch ANYTHING or let ANYONE share the room. They gave up after a while

- She still has the porcelain doll(mini jane ig/silly) she won at the fall fair,, even though she kinda. shoved it on a shelf because she didn't wanna think about it

- girlie does NOT take care of herself. Her hair is a mess but luckily it still looks. Decent enough! even if she hasn't let her hair down/out of the braids since the fall fair

- Doesn't really talk to the other choir members that much. However she's seemed to bond with Constance & Mischa a bit at the very least

- Ocean & Penny absolutely HATE eachother. Penny thinks she's too strict, uptight, and a general asshole while Ocean thinks she's too wreckless, rude, and probably insane

- tried to steal a car once to run the person who was running the Cyclone over. ended up accidentally driving into a mailbox so she just stole the mailbox and uses it as a weapon whenever she doesn't have a pocket knife on her

- refuses to go into therapy. She trusts NOBODY (other than a select few people) in Uranium.

- Her n' Tammy don't exactly. Get along anymore. They had a big argument about everything which ended with Penny storming off to blow off some steam (didn't want Tammy to be involved in her anger outbursts)

- When "John" popped outta nowhere she was probably too tired to process he had a doll head & little to no memory and was just kinda like. "wwhere have you beenjjdhd" and immediately conked tf out. Safe to say when she woke back up, much like the OG lamb siblings— ,, seeing your dead sibling with a doll head standing infront of you probably isn't the best thing to experience or wake up to (she probably had a panic attack & scrambled into a corner much to John's dismay)

- speaking of that, she did try to start taking care of herself again once John had popped up,, just. Instead of pushing him away, she refuses to leave him on his own for too long & gets vERY paranoid whenever she can't find him. Even if she knows he's not. really the same :(

They're both trying their best

- definitely claustrophobic

- the amount of bottled up anger she has is insane PLEASE TAKE HER & JOHN TO A RAGE ROOM TO GET THEIR ANGER OUT

[starbluud]

— 𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝘿𝙄𝘿 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙎𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙀 𝙂𝙊? (𝙄 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒 𝙄’𝙑𝙀 𝙂𝙊𝙏 𝙉𝙊𝙉𝙀)

—.🌿. PAIRING. hwang hyunjin x f!reader

—.🌿. TW. cursing. violence. murder. death. blood and injury. gore. severe ptsd. heavy trauma. mental health issues. animal death. use of guns and knives. hint of suicide (hardly there tbh.) slight mentions of an afterlife? reader being a bit of a bitch but she’s just stressed tf out. arguing. just another heavy one.

—.🌿. GENRE. tlou!au. angst. slight fluff.

—.🌿. NOTES. this is the first one i’m rewriting from the works i made previously. i apologize for it not being the best, especially since the ending felt way too rushed but it is what it is. there's also a lot of going for the neck in this. idk why its just an easy part to strike ig. anyway, like i mentioned in my last fic, chan and minho are still roughly 10 years older than the rest for plot purposes. other than that, i hope you enjoy!! :))

—THE SOUND OF waves echoed off concrete. the water violent as its tune bounced around the empty parking garage, leaving a faint twang of salt in the air. it masked the scent of rain. the familiar musk of wet dirt and stone was nowhere to be found.

y/n’s hands shook slightly, gun weighing a thousand times more than normal. her grasp was tight and left little imprinted diamonds on her skin. it matched the grip of her weapon, fingers growing antsy and nervous for the trigger.

she stared off into the distance. she noted how the rough tides and the murky grey of the overhead storm blended together, the occasional flash of lightning brightening the bleak clouds. she swallowed thickly.

“our best bet is to be sneaky.” she heard han state from behind her, her back facing the group as they planned for their next course of action. “we don’t know who could be in there. we don’t know how many there are and we don’t know where they could be hiding. we can’t go in there looking for a fight we aren’t ready for.”

y/n felt several pairs of eyes burn her back. it was obvious who han was talking about, making her grit her teeth.

“as of right now, chan’s our main priority. we know he knows abby is held up here," he pointed towards the red 'x' crossing over the birdseye image of the seattle seafront aquarium. "so it’s safe to assume he’s headed that way if he’s not there already.” he motioned to the markers of interstate numbers, flattening the paper out slightly over the hood of an abandoned car. “going along highway 80, if we stick to that route, it’s a straight shot there. we could make it in a few hours max. at least by sundown.”

“what about boat?”

the voice of y/n caused the group to peer up, surprised by her voice after being silent for so long. she turned around and crossed her arms over her damp raincoat.

changbin’s brows furrowed. “what do you mean?”

“the water.” she gestured out. “it's the quickest between the two. if we find one by the coastline, we could make it there and back by dusk.” she shrugged. “besides if we’re trying to be sneaky, it’s a lot better this way. we can come from behind. they won’t expect that. and with the highway, we’re out in the open and completely vulnerable. it’ll blow our cover."

han frowned and looked out past her, eyeing the angry sea. he glanced back and solemnly shook his head. “i’m sorry, y/n. it’s too risky, especially with this storm coming in. we could be thrown overboard and we’d be fucked then. besides, i.n. and felix can’t swim. it’s too dangerous.”

“then i can go.” she stepped forward. “it’s better than gambling all our lives.”

“absolutely not.” felix cut in.

“i’ll be fine. come on, hyunjin,” she peered over at her boyfriend. he looked at her and gnawed on the skin of his lip. his face was twisted in a mix of disapproval and unease. “you agree with me, right?”

he sucked in a breath and swallowed. “i’m sorry, but han’s right. it’d be reckless.”

a humorless laugh sent shivers down the group’s spine. “you fucking serious?” the bitter smile she had flipped into a scowl, hues aflame with a sense of betrayal. “abby could be over there as we fucking speak!”

“and i understand that, but chan—“ han was instantly shut down.

a look sharper than any blade was pointed at him, to all of them. “don’t you fucking dare.” she growled, tone dripping with venom. “don't you dare say you understand because you don’t. none of you do.” their backs stiffened when they met her gaze. “you weren't there! you didn’t see what she did to him! what they all did! you didn’t see the way they beat him until he couldn’t get up, or move, or to EVEN FUCKING SPEAK! his knee was literally blown out and they just kept beating him over and over and over until the only thing left of his head was goddamn brain matter!” her chest heaved with staggered breaths. cheeks flushed red and eyes wild, she continued ripping into these boys. “and you didn’t see him die. you weren’t pinned down. you weren’t kicking, or screaming, or crying, or fighting as they beat his head in with a fucking golf club! you didn’t see the way it broke through his fucking skull and you didn’t see the way he just laid there and accepted what was going to happen! so don't say you understand because you fucking don’t!”

a beat passed by, no one willing to make a sound.

y/n exhaled after a moment. “i’m not trying to play the ‘my trauma’s worse than yours’ game. i know you all lost someone important to you as well, but this is the best chance we got.”

silence.

“so, i’m going after abby.” she said, meeting each of their eyes. “whether or not you do, that’s your choice. but don’t you forbid me of mine.”

"y/n-" she heard felix start, but turned, not giving him time to voice his concerns. she hurried for the exit, ignoring the quick flash of lightning illuminating the wet streets and the roll of thunder that followed.

she refused to acknowledge the distant shouts of her name when she met the chill of icy rain against her skin.

yet, just as she was starting toward the coast, a soft hand caught her shoulder. she was turned and met the eyes of hyunjin. they flooded with a sense of panic and heartbreak, making the anger she still held onto extinguish instantly.

"y/n," he shook his head. "love, please don't do this." he begged.

y/n sighed, licking her chapped lips. "i can't." her voice was soft, carrying a faint twist of desperation that nearly got lost in a passing wind. "i can't, hyunjin. you know this. i need to find her."

"and we will. we will and we'll make sure abby pays for what she and the rest of her friends did." he reassured. "but you can't go this alone. it'd be careless."

"i don't care." she was quick with her words and the tone she spoke it with made his chest tighten.

his brows furrowed. "but, i do." he watched her jaw clench. "please. we- we can find a boat or another way or just something-"

"and have the possibility of letting her get away?" y/n exasperated. "fat fucking chance."

he let out a shaky exhale. "then i'm coming with you." he spoke.

he watched her eyes harden, pretty e/c hues he's grown to love so much fall a few shades darker.

"no you're not." she frowned, feeling the stray droplets of rain trail down her damp skin. "you're not. you're staying here where it's safe."

"i'm not letting you go alone. i can't and i won't-"

"i'm not gonna risk you getting killed, especially since we don't know what we're walking into." y/n jumped in, watching the pain in hyunjin's face morph into desperation. "don't fight me on this."

"and you expect me to just let you walk straight into your grave?" he exasperated, brows pulled up in bewilderment. "you said it yourself, we don't know what's waiting for us and that includes you." he points towards her. "and you think you basically sacrificing yourself is gonna do anything except just cause more bloodshed? you bursting in there ready to kill anything on impulse will not only get you killed but could get the rest of us, too. it's selfish and careless and would lead to minho's death to be for nothing. so stop acting like you're the only one dealing with problems and think about how your selfishness will affect us, especially since you can't seem to get your goddamn emotions under control."

with each word slipping past hyunjin's lips, the more y/n's face would fall. a frown was painted on her features, cheeks flushed from the cold rain and the embarrassment of being called out by the person she loves most in the world. what he said stung and bled and made the ache that was always present in her chest grow until it nearly hurt to breathe.

her eyes fluttered at him, lashes forcing her tears in place. no, she will not cry. not now. not until her job is done.

her jaw clenched and dug her nails into the palm of her hand. "then go back to jackson." she growled, using a tone that made hyunjin's face drop. "if you're so worried about you or the rest of the guys dying, then go back home. i've said it before and i'll say it again: i'm going after abby whether you like it or not, whether you join me or not. i don't care what happens or if i die because i'm not letting that bitch get by with what she's done. i'll do whatever it takes. so since i'm selfish, go back home."

he shook his head, feeling a surge of regret pool in his stomach. "no, y/n, i-i di-"

"i said to go back home, hyunjin. take the guys and go home. i'm not fucking asking." she snapped.

"b-but-"

"go hyunjin!" she barked, watching him wince from the anger he saw boiling in her voice. "fucking leave!"

she saw him take a half step back, ignoring the pain that flashed in his eyes from the strike of nearby lightning. she bit the inside of her cheek, the familiar twinge of metal seeping to her tongue that gave her a sick sense of comfort, but held her ground.

she smothered the guilt boiling in her gut from the sight of hyunjin's eyes glistening with tears with the rage pumping in her veins. so, she turned, not giving the man who held her heart in his hands a spare glance as she headed deeper into the abandoned city.

hyunjin swallowed thickly and blinked, feeling a stray tear fall to blend with the rain soaking his skin. he stayed still with his feet made of lead and unable to move. he was left there, standing in the pouring rain in a wasteland of skyscrapers and ghosts as he watched the very woman he'd die for leave, not knowing if this was her last day.

he prayed to god it wasn't.

the ground shook under her boots. a roll of thunder roared overhead that was soon followed by a flash of light. it illuminated the maze of seattle. tall buildings were left bare and forgotten. ivy and moss clung to their walls, the planet slowly taking back what was once hers until it would crumble.

the rain continued on. it was heavy and cold, soaking y/n's clothes and chilling her to the core. she let out a breath. a small cloud slipped past her lips.

the way to the coastline wasn't eventful and y/n hoped it would stay that way. she avoided the open, sticking to the outskirts and backroads to the shore until she could feel the burn of salt in her nose.

angry waves lapped upon the sand, foaming at the teeth before pulling out only to do it once again. it was as if nature itself was begging for slaughter.

however, y/n wasn't focused on the anger the earth portrayed but was instead fixated on the pier standing strong against the brutal swings the water had to offer. the sight of a lonely motorboat was left tied to a pillar, rocking in solitude.

a surge of excitement made y/n's chest leap. it should be fairly simple from here on out: get the boat running, head to the aquarium, kill anything that gets between her and abby, and then abby herself. it was easy and an opening so perfect was placed right in front of her.

however, just as her boot sunk into the grit of sand, a mix of several voices approached. her breath hitched and cursed quietly to herself before darting behind a nearby bush.

their words were quiet at first, yet gained more clarity the closer they came. by their tones, y/n could deduce they were all men. the realization made another swear fall softly from her lips. she peeked around, making sure to keep her figure masked by leaves.

"i'm so fucking done with this job, man. next time issac wants someone to do his dirty work, imma tell him to shove it up his ass." she heard one say. he was blonde, y/n noted, rather average height and lean under the jacket he was wearing, one that matched the other two. they must be from the same community.

"can you stop fucking bitching for five goddamn minutes, rick? i'm tired of hearing you whine, makes me wanna shoot myself." the tallest of the group, brown hair and a scruffy beard, pressed. he used a hand to pinch his nose.

"piss off. like you weren't doing the same thing on the way here." the shortest detested, following the other two up the dock.

y/n could feel her jaw clench. they couldn't have that boat, not under her watch. she swallowed thickly before sneaking forward, remaining low to the ground and gun cocked.

the trio was too busy preparing for the trip back and bickering over how they weren't getting paid enough for such shitty jobs. this gave y/n an outlet to strike. before any of the men knew it, the tallest was forced down, taking a blow to the back of his right knee.

y/n's arm wrapped tight around his neck with the barrel of her glock pressed harshly to his temple. the man in her grasp shouted obscenities, causing the others to pull their own weapons.

"the boat," she said, nodding towards it. "i want the boat."

"drop it, kid." the blonde ordered. he had his own revolver pointed toward her. "don't be stupid."

"i want the boat." she ignored him. "i'm not fucking asking. give it to me and you'll live."

the other snickered, a smile reeking of smugness painted across his face. he dropped his gun. "bullshit." he sneered. the look in his eyes made y/n's jaw clench. "a fucking kid like you doesn't have the balls to-"

BANG!

his body fell back, a hole the size of a golf ball replacing the space of a left blue eye. y/n didn't blink when she pulled the trigger nor when the back spray of his death hit her skin.

"josh!" the man in her grasp screamed, watching his friend's body slide limply into the violent waters. a pool of red crept up and swallowed the fresh corpse.

the sight of their friend being gunned down sent the other two into overdrive. the man who struggled in y/n's hold was able to throw an elbow backward, having it meet her nose with a sickening crack. the force caused her to fall and land on her back, her bag barely doing much to cushion her.

she wheezed, feeling the wind knock out of her lungs and nose surely broken. "fuck," she forced out. blood seeped from her nostrils. crimson painted the skin of her lips and dyed the whites of her teeth, tastebuds filled with iron.

a cough racked her body just as her foot was caught. y/n's hues blew wide in panic, the guy who bashed her face pulled her towards him.

"you fucking bitch!" he cursed, yanking her up in a position much like the one he was in.

y/n kicked and swung and tried to wiggle her way out of his limbs. yet, it was bound to fail. compared to him, she was nothing more than the size of a child. the curve of his elbow came around and locked tight around her throat before squeezing.

y/n gasped. her airway was being cut off.

"imma fucking gut you! watch you bleed out!" the man growled in her ear.

black spots were beginning to cloud her vision. they faded in and out and picked up the faster she panted in fear. however, just as the darkness was going to take her completely, the sight of the man's other hand came into view.

she didn't think and instead bit down. she caught his thumb between her teeth and pulled, snapping through bone and pulling the meat until his finger separated from his body.

a cry of agony filled the air as she spat out the removed digit. she could feel the heat of his blood dribble down her chin. she hit the floor, palm coming around to soothe the pain in her neck with violent coughs racking her body.

"holy shit!" the blonde exclaimed, dumbfounded from watching his friend's hand get ripped into. she took his shock and used it against him, climbing to her feet and charging his way. she slammed into him and dug her shoulder into his gut, causing them both to fall and the revolver to fly from his hands.

she was quick when she pulled a switchblade from her pocket. she drove it down, slamming the knife deep into the flesh of his throat. she watched him gasp. his hands came up to wrap around hers, staring at her in a sense of fright.

he coughed, vermillion splattering across y/n's already stained face. "rot in hell." y/n spat and yanked out her weapon, only to drive it back down into his chest.

the blonde tried to cry out but had his voice lost in a gurgle. it was only seconds until y/n watched his eyes roll back before falling limp.

she stood and hurriedly grasped his forgotten gun. she walked towards the only other person left alive, watching him shake as he tried to stop the bleeding of his missing thumb.

she had it pointed at him, ready to pull the trigger until something caught her eye. she paused, feeling her heart skip at the sight of an all too familiar jacket.

the windbreaker he wore was dark. it wasn't anything fancy, yet sported a patch on the upper part of the right sleeve. an upside-down triangle was stitched into the material, a biting wolf staring back at her with the letters w.l.f sitting above it.

"wlf," y/n muttered. "you're a fucking wlf!"

the guy didn't respond.

"abby anderson." she stated. "where is she?"

“i-i don’t know,” he muttered

y/n snarled and drilled her switchblade into the meat of his thigh, causing him to scream out.

“where is she?” she repeated.

the man shook his head. his chest rose up and down at a rapid pace. "i-i don't know! we work in separate units! the-the last i heard about her was that she ran off! only a few people know where she went!”

y/n grit her teeth. “who?”

he shook his head, tears swelling in his eyes from the deep ache in his leg.

a twist of the knife ripped a cry of anguish from his throat. y/n’s grip tightened on the blade, turning it some more until he caved in.

“owen!” he shouted. “o-owen moore! that’s who she ran off after! m-maybe manny alvarez knows where she is, too!”

y/n’s darkened hues narrowed at the male whimpering by her hand. she made a mental note of the two names and stood, ripping her weapon from his skin.

another yelp as he reached for his wound, hand barely grazing the puncture before a shot rang out.

he fell back with wide eyes and unmoving limbs. a bullet hole was blown into his skull, splattering grey and red brain matter all over the sandy beach. y/n dropped her hand, revolver heavy in her grasp as she tucked it into her thigh holster.

“fucking cunts.” she hissed with a wince, a strike of pain shooting up her broken nose.

she left the fresh corpses to rot and lay forgotten. she grabbed the rope that had the boat tied in place and pulled out the knot and jumped into it.

it took a few tries for the motor to start, spurting before roaring to life. a small smile crept its way up to y/n’s lips, happy to note she was one step closer to her end goal. now situated and ready, she kept the same phrase echoing over and over in her mind.

i'm coming for you, abby.

as much as she hated to say it, han was right about one thing: the waters were deadly. the tides were vicious and craved death, nearly sending y/n over more times than she could count. the fact she was able to make it to her destination was due to pure determination, and if not determination, then by dumb luck.

she couldn't care either way honestly as she was finally here. she stood out in the open lobby. the walls were painted a brilliant blue, matching the colors of a nice spring day. abandoned stands were left forgotten. a snack bar, souvenirs, and an information desk remained a distant memory to those who lived before the outbreak decades ago.

little cartoon pictures of sea animals smiled at y/n the deeper she walked in. she recognized several of them from learning in school though much of her education was used to prepare the new generation for survival. the small fraction of science class she had helped her with identifying such creatures. she noted a mother otter, her baby much smaller laying on her belly. there was a dolphin, eyes unnaturally bright for an animal painted on dry wall. there were clams, jellyfish, and octopi hanging around. there was even a bronze statue of a sea lion balancing a ball on the tip of its nose.

what caught her eye the most was the giant blue whale sculpture that hung overhead. it was massive and hung by wires drilled into the tall ceiling. the sight made her frown.

everything left behind was covered in thick layers of dust. plants made it home, crawling up the walls and swung from the lonely creature strung high. the windows were foggy from dirt and the air held a staleness that could make a throat go dry in seconds.

once a vibrant place, loved by many and cherished deeply, turned into a graveyard of past memories. y/n grew up years after the outbreak began. this new wave of teens and kids much like her would never have the luxury of experiencing such excitement, not with the lurking shadow of death standing behind them.

she felt pity. pity for those like her and pity for those who weren't. the ones who never got too experience and the ones who had that were then forced to let it go. it was unfair to everyone.

y/n shook her head and wielded such a sad thought away. there's no point in grieving what wasn't hers to grieve. instead she headed for the stairs that lead to the upper floor. there was a tunnel when she reached the top. it was dim in the darkened building, yet had enough light provided by the empty tanks running along the sides.

she trekked through, eyes and ears open for threats that could be hidden. she noted how similar it was to a maze, hallways opening to offer another route of entertainment and ones that closed off, pushing an audience of excited children and cheerful parents to the next attraction.

she peered around in curiosity. she wondered what happened to the animals that were left when the staff disappeared. were they dead? probably. it was a disheartening answer, but one that rang true. it was much better than living during a time when the earth slowly began to kill off what was poisoning it and remained neglected and alone. that way whatever afterlife they go to, they'd be cared for the way they should've been.

the sudden sound of clicking pulled y/n out of mind. it was tapping against linoleum, like claws against the floor.

a blink of an eye and y/n felt herself be knocked back, a set of baring teeth snapping towards her. a large german shepard stood over her. it was large in size, sporting a black vest with the same patch as the men from the dock.

the dog must've picked up on her scent, deeming her an intruder. the ears were pinned back flat against its head and hues blown wide with anger from its territory being threatened. its nails dug into the material of y/n coat, piercing small holes into the sleeve of the arm she used to hold the canine off.

"fuck!" she cried, dodging the fangs that hungered for her blood. she panted for breath, anxiety filling her core as she tried to kick the dog back. no use, it'd jump back once again.

it barked and growled and echoed off the walls. she prayed no one around could her the commotion. it'd just blow her cover.

she was able to pull her blade from her pocket, sticking it there when she left for the aquarium back on the shore. she flipped it open before jamming the blade into the side of the snapping animal's neck. a yelp was heard before the force that was fighting back lightened. the dog slumped to the ground, a small pool of blood darkening it's caramel fur.

y/n gasped and sprung to her feet. she held her knife out fearful it would reanimate just to eat her alive once more.

her shaky palm lowered once she deemed it not a threat anymore. it laid lifeless, tongue flopping out the side of its jowl, and stared into the dark pool of nothing.

a pang of guilt twisted in her stomach only to squash it just as fast as it came. survival is all it boils down to, no matter the circumstance, and she hoped the dog's barking didn't challenge that.

thankfully, it seemed as if it didn't as the sound of muffled and distant voices became known. they sounded hushed and she couldn't make out what was said. so, she followed it. whether or not they knew she was there, it didn't stop her of what she came to do.

she followed the sound to two metal double doors. staff only, it said. y/n ignored it and slowly popped it open. she was sure to keep it quiet and softly shut it behind her. she could see two others in the room. they stood off in the middle and didn't seem to notice the girl who ducked down behind a nearby desk.

"people don't come back from that island." a woman spoke. she had short hair and tired eyes, staring at the dirty blonde man across from her with plea. her voice shook.

"how many times has abby risked her life for you?" he spit back.

a familiar name caught y/n's attention. she swallowed and reached to her thigh holster, pulling out her glock.

"she chose this. i'm not fucking going there."

"then don't!" the man barked. "go back."

a beat went by. y/n watched the female take a step back, a sense of betrayal written heavy on her tired features. then, she spoke. "fuck you, owen."

owen. owen moore. this must be the guy the wlf mentioned on the beach. the person abby went after.

the woman turned to leave, but stopped when she was met with a gun to the face. y/n stood, finger resting on the trigger.

"hands up." y/n ordered, tone strong. the two followed, showing her their palms. "where's abby?" she asked.

she noticed a small twitch in owen's hues. it screamed familiarity. "you're that girl from jackson." he remembered her. he remembered her screams and her cries. he burned her threats to memory as he watched, letting the anderson girl beat and kill one of the only people y/n considered family. the man who took her in and traveled across state lines to the fireflies. the man who was once cold but turned warm. the man who saved her life more time than she could count. the man she considered her brother, and owen let that happen.

y/n ignored his comment. "tell me where she went." she pressed.

"how do we know you won't kill us?" the woman questioned.

"give her what she wants and we're dead."

y/n shook her head at their claims. "you guys can survive this. i just need her."

"bullshit." owen snapped, face hardening.

y/n didn't answer but pulled out a folded paper from her back pocket, flipping it open. it was a map. "you." she pointed at the woman with her weapon. "come here."

she remained still.

"fucking get over here!" y/n snapped, feeling a sense of rage fill her bones from her instructions being ignored.

the stranger obeyed and took timid steps over. she kept her eye on the gun.

"point to where she is. and then you." she gestured towards the man. "it better fucking match up."

"okay," the lady breathed. her voice shook violently. her response made owen call out.

"what're you doing?!"

"she's probably dead anyway." she bit back.

owen shook his head and took steps over. "it isn't worth it-"

"stop." y/n stated. owen continued on.

"we can talk about--"

"back the fuck up!" y/n growled, nearly pulling the trigger. he froze in his tracks, having the barrel mere inches away from his face. she glanced back at the woman. "point to where she is." she ordered again.

no move. no sound. nothing. "i said fucking point!" y/n snapped, now aiming towards the woman.

as soon as she moved, owen dashed forward. he took her hand and tried to wiggle the weapon from her grasp. her grip was like iron from his prying fingers. y/n pulled back a fist and swung. she could feel her knuckles meet his nose with a force that cracked it. it was surely broken much like the state hers is in now.

as soon as he let go, y/n shot. a bang echoed off the bare walls and rang violently in her ears. she watched him fall to the floor with a bullet running though his stomach.

"owen!" the other cried. y/n turned just in time to catch a dagger coming her way. the two wrestled, y/n having her gun kicked away and now fighting against the blade inching towards her neck.

y/n could feel the woman twist her. her shoulder blades were slammed against a nearby desk, allowing the woman to use both hands for strength. y/n pressed back, keeping the sharp edge from slitting her throat.

y/n decided to swing her leg out and slam her knee into the stranger's side. the impact sent the woman falling, dropping her knife on the way down. now free, y/n was able to spring forward, stealing the blade from the lady's reach and slamming it deep into the side of her neck.

y/n jumped up and reached for her gun. her hands shook with the adrenaline pumping through her system, ready to shoot in case she moved once more.

a cough pulled her away. she peered over and noticed owen's injured frame on the floor. his grey shirt now stained a deep red. gore pooled down the sides of his mouth and dripped on the ground beneath them. he was gasping, yet each breath he took was harder than the next. it was as if he was choking on his own blood and y/n hoped he was.

she walked over to him and watched as he reached out, trying to speak through gurgles.

"tell me where abby is." she demanded, aiming down at him.

he choked, unable to form coherent words. "s-she..."

y/n's brows knit together in anger. she was getting nowhere. she kneeled down and jabbed the barrel of her pistol against his throat. "where the fuck is she?" she hissed through gritted teeth.

owen's voice struggled. through his attempt to talk, only one word managed to slip past his lips. a word that took the fire burning in her and turned it to ice.

her face fell instantly and stood, making her way over toward the dead woman's body. y/n flipped her over on her back before pulling at the buttons of the thick winter jacket she had on. her breath caught.

the hoodie she had on hid a baby bump.

the sight of it made her stop. her feet were weak under her and felt her legs slowly start to give in. a familiar sensation of tightness contracted in her chest. panic flooded over her, shaking hands aiding when he fell to her knees.

"fuck..." she whispered, staring at the corpse. "oh, fuck..."

the ache in her lungs only grew. it was as if she couldn't fill them up enough to breathe, much like a heavyweight sitting on top of her. she brought her palm up and pressed against her breastbone. the only sound she could hear was a shrill ring, masking the echo of her hyperventilation. oxygen felt limited as she tugged harshly at the neckline of her jacket, hoping it would help in some way. it didn't.

however, as soon as the burn of tears met her eyes, a call of her name pulled her back to the present.

she jumped up and aimed, ready for a fight. she paused slightly, meeting the faces of her friends. soaked and shaken, they were all there: changbin, felix, han, i.n., seungmin, hyunjin, and chan. changbin and han stepped forward, scouting the room for any hidden threats.

chan was the closest to her, hands held up to show no harm. his eyes were wide with shock. he looked the same way he did when he ran off, yet now sported a gnarly gash above his left brow. otherwise, he looked relatively fine.

"hey, hey..." chan eased, watching her drop her arm. she could see them sparing glances at the scene behind her, all caused by her hand.

the sight of hyunjin's face twisted when he noticed the pregnant lady. y/n saw him take a quick breath in. she noticed them all do that, han and changbin stopping in their tracks, and sharing glances with each other.

her hues fluttered and shook her head. " i..." she whispered, "i didn't know." she broke.

she felt his hand crawl up her arm and gave it a small squeeze. "it's alright." he reassured. "come on. we need to go."

he ushered her forward, noting how hyunjin jumped to her side. his hand fell to her lower back and helped guide her out. she struggled slightly against him. "i'm sorry."

"it's okay. you're okay." she could hear felix pipe in. she saw both him and i.n. take place behind her, shielding her view of the massacre she left behind.

she felt hyunjin's touch travel up to wrap around her shoulders and pulling her close. she kept muttering the same things over and over. i didn't know. i'm sorry.

hyunjin tilted his head down and spoke softly in her ear.

"it's okay, my love. we're here now."

her leg continued to bounce, the heel of her sneaker barely grazing the floor. she was bent over with her bloodied and bruised face in her equally damaged hands, careful of her broken nose. she kept her eyes screwed shut. she was hoping the darkness flooding her vision would mask the sight that never seemed to go away.

the bodies of owen and the pregnant woman were burnt into her mind. the realization she killed not only two, but three people earlier today.

she sucked a shaky breath in and held it for a moment before exhaling. it was the same exercises felix taught her and the ones hyunjin enforced when he noticed her begin to spiral. it wasn't working this time.

the picture of her boyfriend's face flickered through her thoughts. the shock falling over his pretty features, the heartbreak pooling in his irises, and the way he froze seeing the carnage y/n committed. they were all like that.

on the way back, no one spoke a word. it was silent between them and it felt too suffocating. no one had to say anything though. nothing said could've soothed the unease surrounding them. she could sense what they felt: uncertainty, pity, nervousness, and fear. perhaps because of what they now know what she's truly capable of. wreckage. slaughter. revenge. desperation.

whatever the cause, it still felt like fire on her skin. it crawled down her spine and burned. she prayed to whatever was out there that they weren't what she thought. that her friends, her family basically, weren't scared of her.

the sound of a door caused her to jump. she peered up from her spot on the chair and saw hyunjin enter the room; a bucket, cloth, and first aid kit in grasp.

he walked over to her and crouched down, placing his things on the floor. y/n swallowed. through the dim lights of the vanity next to her, she could see the wear and tear of hyunjin's form. his shoulders were slumped, palms scarred, and lip raw.

she waited for him to speak. he didn't. he only reached out and took her dirty hand in his, using the rag dipped in water to wipe away at the red staining her flesh.

he worked slowly. his touch was soft and gentle, hardly applying any pressure to her sore knuckles. he didn't make a move to look up at her and focused on his actions instead.

that was worse than being screamed at.

a pause went by.

"i know you're mad." she stated, tone frail. "just say what you want to say."

it took a moment for him to respond. "i'm not mad, y/n." he muttered.

her brows furrowed in confusion. "you should be."

he nodded. "i should be, but i'm not." he glanced up and met her gaze. his brown hues that were once bright now dulled and decorated with dark circles. he gave her a weak smile. "i'm just disappointed."

y/n frowned. that wasn't any better either.

"what you did was dangerous, you know that right?" he paused his movements. "it was careless and dumb, and i was terrified." his face twisted in an emotion y/n couldn't pinpoint. "i was so scared of what could've happened to you. when you left, i made the guys follow your tracks and came across bodies and i was so, so scared of one of them being you."

"i know." y/n whispered with guilt eating her soul.

"my heart bleeds for you constantly," he said. "every minute of every day and to see you be so..." he tried to find his words. "so stupid with your life breaks me. if you died, i don't know what i'd do or how i'd function. you mean way too much to me to let something like that happen." he breathed before a look of regret fell on his face.

y/n watched his tongue dart out to wet his chapped lips, blistered and scarred with teeth marks. "but i did."

y/n blinked at him. "what?" she asked in disbelief.

"i..." he struggled. "i drove you away." he swallowed. "when you wanted to go across the water... you were so fixated on doing it that way, so determined, and i was scared. i-i didn't want you to go. i didn't want you to get hurt... but you weren't listening to me, to any of us."

he sniffled slightly, feeling the tears burn in his waterline. he glanced down and willed them away with a shake of the head. "and i know how you are. as much as i love how stubborn you are, it can be so challenging to get you to see the other side sometimes. i knew there was no way around it and that you were gonna do what you wanted, so i wanted to follow. all it ended in was an argument with things i never should've said." he peered up at her. "minho meant everything to you. you were with him for so long traveling across the country. he saved you and you saved him on so many occasions. he was practically your brother. he was your entire world... until your fight. i-i don't know what was said or what really happened, but you weren't the same since then, since you started to ignore him. i saw the light in you basically disappear overnight and i haven't seen it again. and- and then abby... what she did, what you saw, i cannot fathom the things you feel. the pain, the guilt, the hatred, the rage..."

y/n sat still, jaw clenching with every word her boyfriend spoke.

"you say we lost someone important too which we have, but you..." he gave her hand a squeeze. "you lost everything that day." she squeezed back. "and for me to call you selfish and to say you don't have control over your emotions, it was a fucking dick move. all you wanted was to avenge minho and I used it against you and i am so, so sorry, y/n."

y/n didn't notice the dampness on her cheeks until she felt hyunjin's thumb wipe some away. she gulped. "i-i'm sorry, too. i was completely out of line and blinded with ignorance to see that you guys were just trying to help. that you were just trying to find a plan that was the safest and i threw a bitch fit about it. i can't apologize enough about how stupid i was being."

hyunjin let out a weak chuckle. "guess we're both just assholes then, yeah?"

y/n snickered softly, nose stuffy. "yeah. guess so."

she felt his hand come up to push her damp hair from her face, raking it back with calloused fingers. "i love you, you know that right?" he muttered gently.

"i love you, too." her voice was just as low.

he leaned in and placed a kiss on her lips. the taste of forgiveness was sweet on their tongues, pushing down the bitterness of anger. they both held onto it and drank it in. it soaked into their chest and wedged itself through their bones, making a perfect place home right next to their heart. through it, a silent promise was made.

where you go, i go. no matter where.

[henrysglock]

based off the monologue it does (or did) genuinely believe the people it torments are deserving of it

"But like everything else in this world, it was all a lie. A terrible lie. They had done things, Eleven. Such awful things. I showed them who they really were. I held up a mirror."

and i mean, thats only mentioning the Mr Newby stuff, not including the Virginia stuff. "you can't tell us what to do anymore" "she betrayed us" and not like Virginia isn't also talked about as an antagonistic figure in the monologue - "it wasn't I who was broken. It was them."

(and these motivations for the shadow have stayed consistent, in s2 we're told it believes its superior to humans and will lead to the "end of life as [they] know it", then in s4 we have the monologue where its described exactly WHY it believes its superior, then TFS which connects the shadow to the monologue)

You don't need to quote the monologue at me or explain it to me, don't worry. However...if you're going to come in here to correct me, you gotta get your facts straight first.

ST2 didn't say shit about fuck. The Shadow is not, in fact, a DnD Mindflayer. It's just not. And no one ever asked the Shadow what it wants or what its goals are. They just assumed everything based on an description in a fantasy game manual for a creature that doesn't even fit the Shadow anyway.

Also, no one said humans weren't antagonistic and viewed as such, just that they're a source of "food", first and foremost. Obviously the monologue was full of blame and "so and so deserved what they got", just like the end of Act 2 with "Henry's" monologue at Joyce about humans being monsters.

And whether the Shadow believes it's superior or not is beside the point. It is superior, as far as anyone is concerned. Does a human not think himself superior to cattle? Will he not seek the fattest cow? To the Shadow, a human who is fearful and ashamed is fattened, and that human is one to be sought out for feeding.

That aside, we don't even know if that piece of the Shadow knew it wasn't human. It may have thought itself just as human as Henry right up until it realized it wasn't, just like D'art is still a part of the Shadow while having his own unique personality. "You can't tell us what to do anymore" and "She betrayed us" and "it was not I who was broken, it was them" are all instances of hurt—same as when Dustin smacked D'art into the storm cellar.

It may believe the humans it targets deserve what they get, but that comes from a place of hurt—a place of being trapped, mistreated, and afraid. Fair is fair.

In short: Like I said, fear is just fat on the beast. "Torment" is agriculture.

[backtothefanfiction]

All The Good Girls Go To Hell | TF!Boys Mafia AU ~ Part TWO

Summary: Phoenix has one last night of freedom before she is forced to go to work for her dad. What better way to spend it than a night on the town? Maybe taking home one of the guys she knows will only wind up Pope... or hopefully get her closer to bedding the man himself?

Warnings: 18+ Only, (Mature Content), Dark Mafia Romance Au, broken family, unhinged female rage, AFAB, OFC, Mixed POV, objectification of the female body, drug and alcohol used, smut, bondage, dom!reader, oral (m!recieving)

Word Count: 5.2k+

A/N: I am sorry this took so long to get done and posted. I also know I could have gone further into things at the end of this chapter but it felt like it ended there for me and it'll give us a place to start in chapter three. Once again we are gonna jump around to a few different character's perspectives. As always if you enjoy please give feedback and reblog, it means a lot. Also I'm posting this without doing a final proofread so may still contain some errors, but hopefully not. Enjoy!

TWO

PHOENIX

I haven’t been back in this room for years. Although I was bounced around boarding schools since I was 12, I still came home for the holidays and most weekends- my bedroom becoming a shrine to all the things I loved as a teenage girl. Hunky male actors (who we’re definitely way too old for me) cover my walls. All the half page and sometimes double spread posters from the centerfolds of my favorite magazines. Whatever space lay between was covered in doodles- made by sharpies- in an ever decreasing interest in becoming an artist.

My en-suite cupboards are filled with a plethora of half used bottles of crazy color, that are sat tempting me in my post break up adrenaline. They are probably long past their best before date and not that effective. At least that’s what I tell myself as I’m getting out the old tupperware pots still waiting under the desk and begin dumping out colors. I’ve only really got enough pink and blue to do half my head, so decide to split my hair in half straight down the middle and do a half and half ombré with the two colors a la Harley Quinn. But when my eyes fall on the toxic neon yellow shade, I know I have to find a way to work it in too. So instead of taking the pink and blue right down to the very ends of my hair, I decide to put the yellow on there instead. 

I’m sat on top of my old hand-me-down four poster bed, reading one of the old teen magazines (that have been kept in a box under my bed all these years) whilst my hair develops, when my Dad finally comes up to find me.

“What in hell’s name have you done to your head?” He says, stopping short in the doorway when he takes in the sight of me.

“What can I say? I was bored.” I say bluntly, barely looking up from between the glossy pages of the magazine.

“Give me that.” He says, stepping forward and snatching it out of my hands.

“Hey- I was reading that!” I protest, but he cuts me off.

“You’re 26 Phoenix, it’s time you start acting like it.”

I genuinely look at him shocked. After all these years he’s finally decided to grow a backbone and discipline me. “Woooow.” I begin to sass him when I spot  Ez over my Father’s shoulder, encouraging me to stop.

“Enjoy your last night of freedom Phoenix, because come tomorrow night you’re going to work with Archie.” my old man continues.

My attention snaps back to him so fast I almost give myself whiplash. “What!”

“Don’t give me that shit. You’re back living under my roof, you pay your way like everyone else in this house.”

“What, even Marina?” I snark, knowing she’s never done a single day’s work in years.

“Yes, actually.” my Dad retorts, “She helps me with the books.”

“Yeah, I bet she does.” I roll my eyes.

“Look, you don’t like it- maybe you shouldn’t have set fire to your life all over again. Jesus!” He turns on his heels, growing exasperated with me. “Your shift starts at 7 tomorrow. You can get a ride with Archie.” my Dad barks before he storms out the room without shutting the door behind him.

“I told you, you’ve really done it this time.” Ez chastises me from the open doorway.

“Oh shut up.” I say, getting up from the bed and slamming the door in his face.

I want to scream the word ‘FUCK’ for the whole house to hear, but I don’t want to give them the satisfaction. Only I would get cheated on and then punished for it. 

My fingers instead rub at my eyes. ‘Fuck this shit,’ I think to myself, storming over to my closet. I fling the doors open and survey what I have to work with. Most of it is from when I was 17 and near anorexic. It takes a few passes back and forth between items before I decide on a couple of items and choose to get a little crafty with them.

An hour later I’ve washed out my hair and styled it, throwing on a full face of makeup- complete with glitter and a dark lip- I now don an outfit made up of two spliced shirts, the front an old silver sequin shirt I’ve cut into a square and then fixed to the straps of a black spaghetti strap top. It hangs low enough to just about cover my pleather hotpants covered ass. My bra and tits are almost completely on display, but it’s just the bait I need to not have to buy a single drink tonight. Given that my Dad runs Medusa’s as well, I won’t even have to pay to get in.

I shove on a pair of bejeweled silver ankle boots to match the makeshift dress I’ve scraped together and throw on my old faithful leather jacket- once an oversized fit, that now fits perfectly- and I’m ready to go.

“Hey, give me a lift down to the club.” I say, knocking on Deano’s door frame two rooms down.

He barely looks away from his TV where he’s in the middle of a racing game. His fingers, glued to the controller in his hand, twiddle the joists and the tires from the car on the screen, screech through the sound system he has hooked up. “What’s in it for me?” 

“I’ll finally introduce you to Lucy.”

“How do you know she’ll be there?”

“It’s a Friday night. She’ll be there.”

“Phe, you haven’t been down to Medusa’s for years,” there’s a beep from the TV as he pauses the game to finally look at me, “how are you so sure- Dad is gonna kill you before he lets you go out dressed like that.” he says.

“Well I wasn’t planning on giving him a fashion show before we left.” I sigh, crossing my arms and legs, leaning my body against the door frame. “Besides, he’s the one who said this was my last night of freedom and I don’t plan on spending it sitting on my bed in my joggers 

watching reruns of the old house wives.”

“Fine.” he sighs, rubbing at his face, “But you’re messaging Lucy to make sure she’s gonna be there.” He points at me.

“Doing it now.” I say, reaching into my jacket pocket for my phone and typing out a hasty message to my old partner in crime. “Get dressed.” I bark at him.

“So bossy.” 

“Yep. And don’t you forget it.”

FRANKIE

Although most of the people in the clubbing business are in their 40s and 50s, the actual clubbing lifestyle is not suited for anyone over 35. Unless you are a woman in your 40s that is. (You’ll be surprised at the amount of middle aged Mom’s who band together and make a big deal about going out at least once a month, so that they can hold on to some semblance of themselves and their youth- especially if they have kids.)

No. If I had it my way, I would definitely not be spending my Friday night at a club full of sweaty twenty something year olds, all scantily clad or greasy and sleazy, trying to make a pass at anything else that walks or even just looks too long in their direction.  I can’t say the same about Benny though- but he is and always has been the baby of our little quartet. The man still hasn’t yet hit 40, so this ideally is still his game; and out of all of the clubs we’ve bought over the last few years, Medusa’s is without a doubt his favorite.  Marble stone statues dotted about the place, a large spray painted mural of the lady herself, complete with 3D gold fiberglass snakes that protrude from her head and red lights in her eyes. 

It’s also where most of the rich kids in town come to spend their money, so it always turns a pretty profit; not just from the booze, but also the amount of drugs that are bought and exchanged in the toilets. All of it our gear of course. 

Even when we aren’t dropping by for an inspection, Ben will still opt to spend most of his nights here sampling the merchandise, before taking home the prettiest young thing in a skirt he can find at the end of the night. That poor creature will then wake up at the penthouse the following morning and attempt to slip out before anyone else notices her. Unfortunately though, I’m an early riser and usually already sat having my morning coffee in the kitchen in my t-shirt and underwear, so a clean and easy get away very rarely happens.

We’ve barely made it through the door for the evening when he’s already eyeing up some girl dancing around a pole on top of one of the platforms. She’s barely wearing any clothes and has pink and blue hair, definitely Benny’s type. He’s always been fond of something a little more reckless and different- like him. He’s practically salivating as he comes to a stop to stare at her across the top of a couple of booths.

“Don’t even think about it.” Pope’s serious voice cuts through Benny’s thoughts. It has us all looking then.

Pope has never been one to make a comment or cock block any of us for that matter. He’s always said, what we do in our own time is none of his business; but the mere sight of this chick has him growing tight. 

Benny looks like he’s about to protest, his hands rising into the air to indicate back to the chick in a ‘oh come on, how can you say no to that’ kind of way- and I don’t really blame him; this chick’s even got my eyes lingering to places they shouldn’t. But Pope’s face remains firm. “I’m serious Ben, you don’t want to touch that,” he says. “And that goes for all of you.” He adds quickly, seeing the way both William and myself also seem to be taking her in. Because it’s true, she really is like nothing else here. The way she’s dressed, her colorful hair, her confidence- it’s magnetic. 

She sways her hips more, a naughty smile on her face. She knows we’re looking. But her eyes don’t linger on us. They linger on Pope. 

“You know each other?” I ask, observing the obvious.

“She’s David’s kid.” He states as if he’s already exhausted by her. By us. By this whole conversation.

“The fire starter?” Will chimes in. He seems to be eyeing her up with a whole new kind of appreciation now.

“Fire starter?” Benny’s ears prick up and he begins to bounce on the balls of his feet, palms rubbing together as if he’s gearing up for a competition.

“I told you Ben, hands off.” Pope says again. “Now come on. We’ve got work to do.” He says and continues to walk towards the back of the club to a raised seating area that’s reserved only for us.

“Yeah, yeah.” Benny sasses back to him, but leans into me, nudging my shoulder with his as he says, “what’s he gonna do?” He nods in David’s daughter's direction, before giving me a mischievous smirk.

PHOENIX

In all fairness, this so-called ‘last night of freedom’ was turning into a bit of a dud until they walked in. There was no real entertainment. It was boring. Predictable.

Lucy was indeed at the club as predicted, flanked by a couple of nobody guys already hovering around her like mosquitoes, despite the fact she didn’t seem to give a single one of them the time of day. My brother of course quickly joined their ranks. No- she was far more focused on doing blow at the table with her “girls” (I’d never met them before… couldn’t even remember their names), but I joined nonetheless. After all, Lucy was loaded. 

She worked as one of those so-called “influencers”. She was constantly charging companies upwards of 10 grand a post, claiming it was such hard work to take a picture and write the perfect caption for her 1 million followers who only followed her for her looks, not her substance- of which she had very little.

So I made small talk, bumped a couple of lines and downed the complimentary bottles of bubbly that kept being brought to her booth and over all, tried to block out the mind numbing monotony of the whole situation. I only started dancing on the table to give myself something to do- but then my new buddy and his friends walked in. Gods he was more handsome and mysterious under the cover of night- and his friends weren’t bad looking either. 

They all wore some version of an all black uniform; casual suits with half open button downs, black T-shirts and leather jackets. I didn’t know which one I wanted to sink my newly single teeth into first, because let’s face it, I’d happily fuck each and every one of them… maybe even twice… or maybe even more than one of them at the same time.

It’s clear the biggest guy wants me too, the way he stands staring, his tongue practically lolling out of his mouth as he salivates, his eyes taking me in like I’m already his favorite meal and he can’t wait to chow down. No doubt he’d take me for the ride of my life, if I let him, but it’d be too easy. I love a challenge and the way Pope has his eyes on me, I really can’t resist. 

As he ushers them to move on, taking the lead as they make their way towards a VIP booth up a couple steps over to the far left of the DJ booth, giving them the perfect view to survey their goods, my mind begins to whir as quickly as my limbs swing around the pole in my hands. I watch tentatively from a distance, taking mental notes of every little thing he does. The way he runs his hands back through his tight curls when he becomes stressed. The way he struggles to relax, always sitting further forward, reaching for his phone or something on the table, or if that fails, fiddling with the buttons of his open blazer as his fist rests against his hip.

He’s uptight that’s for sure. Typical business type who likes to be in control and run the show. If I’m gonna wear him down, it’s gonna take time and not just on the side lines working in this club, but I have to penetrate his inner circle. As I slump back down next to Lucy in the booth, I slowly realize what I have to do. It’s just like in the olden days, if you wanted to bed the King, you had to get yourself in with someone lower down in his court and work your way up- and I knew just who to start with.

BENNY

I knew Pope had said no, but when had that ever stopped me before? He knew what I was like. Knew I’d rather act now and enjoy myself and deal with the consequences later. Besides, it didn’t matter whose kid she was, if she was in here, she was clearly legal and the way she’s been eyeing me up since we sat down, clearly meant she wants this too. She’s firmly placing herself down on the table- and damn- if that isn’t that most appealing slice of cherry pie I have ever seen.

Actually scratch that, she looks like the embodiment of one of those slushies you can get down at the 7/11 and all the guys know the blue raspberry, cherry mix is my favorite.

“Yo! Ben!” My brother snaps his fingers in front of my eyes, breaking me once again from my fixation and fantasies. “Brother, have you been listening to a word Pope just said?”

“Yeah, of course.” I bristle, but in all honesty, I haven’t got a fucking clue.

“Oh really. Go on then,” he presses me, as Pope and Frankie stand and begin to leave the booth, making their way over to the bar, “tell me what he just said.”

“Something about going and checking in with the team leader that’s on tonight to check about sales or something.” I murmur my reply.

“Lucky guess.” My brother says, rolling his eyes.

“Hey, why did you call her the fire starter?” I turn and ask him. He’s got that look on his face and struggles to meet my eyes, because he knows it’s a bad idea to answer my question and supply me with no doubt deadly information, but he also knows I’ll just keep asking or find it even more of an intriguing game if he doesn’t.

“She set fire to her school.” He finally says, reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a stick of gum, unwrapping it and placing it in his mouth. I’ve never understood his obsession with the stuff, but then again, I’ve never understood why he’s such a neat freak either. And to be honest, given my brother's near compulsive need to always have minty fresh breath (despite the fact I know he ain’t been kissing no girls in a long time- not since Kylie broke up with him) I’d probably place my bets on the two things being linked. “Oh and she set her fiancé’s bed on fire when she found him in bed with another girl. Or should I say ex-fiancé now.” Will continued as he chewed down on his gum.

His words had my eyes growing wide. “No, Ben, don’t even think about it.” He chastises me.

“What?” I say indignantly. “How do you know what I was thinking?” I ask him.

“Because I know you. You’re probably wondering what it’s gonna take for her to set you on fire.” I can’t help the small grunt that escapes me as I cross my arms and spread my legs, sitting myself back in the booth. “Yeah- exactly.” My brother says with his know it all attitude. 

I hate it when he does that. He pretends like he’s all high and mighty, but I know for a fact he checked her out too, when we first arrived. And I know he would definitely hit that if given the chance. No doubt she’d be too much for his uptight ass though. But then again, I think to myself as my eyes glance back across the room to her as she gets back up from her seat to begin dancing and wrapping herself seductively around that pole again, maybe that’s exactly what he needs to loosen him up a bit. But given the way she’s currently eyeballing me, there’s no way I’m letting him tap that before me.

PHOENIX

I take my time as I wait for the rest of them to finish up for the night and leave- knowing all too well that Benny would stay behind. Between drinks, and the odd extra sniff of blow off the back of one of Lucy’s guy friends’ hands, me and my target for the night have been eye fucking each other like it’s a sport. At 1am he approached the bar. At 1:15 a pink and blue bubblegum flavored drink made its way over to me. It didn’t take two guesses to work out who had sent it- but the bartender told me anyway. 

I raised it in his direction, with a polite smile of thanks, before I seductively brought the straw to my lips. I kept eye contact with him as I began to suck it down and he gave me the dirtiest smirk, before he turned his attention back to Pope and the rest of their group. When I flashed a look towards the elder gentleman he quickly turned his eyes back away from me, but unfortunately for him he wasn’t quick enough for me to not see the look of contempt in his eyes. Oh yeah, this was gonna be fun.

It was another hour and a half before the rest of them left. At this point Lucy was too far gone. Half of her mates had disappeared. There was only one other girl left at the table with us who was talking to my brother, whilst two other guys who had been thirsting over Lucy all night, finally seized their moment.

“We’re gonna take her home.” one of them shouted as the other attempted to pull a very inebriated Lucy out of the booth. I thought for sure Deano would protest being the sober one and designated driver, but he was far too wrapped up in the red head sat next to him; who also seemed fairly sober considering the state the rest of our group had been getting in most of the night.

Overall though, I couldn’t care less- I had my eyes on my own prize. 

The tall fair haired man finally began to make his way over to me now his companions had officially left the building. He looked like he could be a boxer… or a football player. As he got closer I noticed his eyes were a piercing baby blue. 

“Benny.” He said, holding his hand out to me.

“Phoenix.” I replied with a smile in the corner of my lips, taking his hand carefully in my own and giving it a shake. I noticed Deano notice him and bristle slightly, it was clear he wanted to say something, but the way Benny turned his eye on him, he quickly lost his nerve.

“Deano.” Benny said, laying on the charm.

My brother swallowed hard. “Benny.” He said a little tightly.

“Here-“ Benny said to Dean, slipping a hand into the inside pocket of his blazer, “why don’t you two go treat yourself to a couple of drinks on me,” he said, pulling out a money clip. He peeled off a couple of bills, handing them over to my brother, before he slipped the money back into his pocket. Deano gave me a small reluctant and protective look, but when he looked back to Benny, he knew not to protest- after all he did work for him and knew not to get on Ben’s bad side.

“Come on, Isla.” He said to the red headed girl beside him, offering her his hand before leading her over to the bar.

As Benny sat himself down next to me in the booth, I couldn’t help but smirk. “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Deano that scared of anyone.” 

Ben let out a scoff, “Nahh.” He said, denying the claim with a small wave of his hand. “It’s nothing really. Dean’s a good guy. I fought him once actually.”

My brow furrowed at the piece of information- so he was a boxer. “Really?” I pondered.

“Ehh just a small little work match.” He said, sitting himself back and smoothing out his trousers. “We’ve got this boxing gym down near the docks. Some of the guys like to go down there sometimes, let off a little steam.”

“Does Pope go?”

“Pope?” His brow furrowed slightly, but his tone was one of surprise. “Nahh… nah.” He said, shaking his head. “My brother and Frankie do sometimes, more to support me and just watch, but no- Pope doesn’t really go there. It’s not really his thing.”

I pause for a moment, just to take in the information. “So what does he do to let off steam then? I mean, the man seems pretty uptight.” I say the second part of the sentence lightly, I don’t want Benny thinking I’m only using him for information about his Boss.

“To be honest… I don’t really know.” Ben confides in you. “I mean, I come here and do my boxing, my brother likes his bikes. Frankie likes to take off into the woods and go fishing. But Pope, honestly, I don’t know.” He goes quiet then. He’s contemplative, as if he’s never really put much thought into it before. I shuffle myself slightly next to him and he quickly snaps back out of it though. “What about you?” He turns his head and asks me, his eyes raking over me and lingering over my chest on the way. “What do you like to do to let off steam?”

☆

I’m barely thinking about how I just ditched my brother, leaving him alone at the club without even saying goodbye, as Benny slams my back into the door to the penthouse apartment. His lips have been on mine since the elevator doors closed. When the bell dinged to signal we had reached the top floor, we hadn’t even parted; he hooked his large hands underneath my ass and lifted me up, my legs and arms wrapping tightly around his shoulders and hips as I allowed him to carry me like a literal child to the door.

He propped me against it with his hips as he fumbled in his pockets looking for a key card. “Wait, wait, wait…” he said against my lips as he reluctantly parted from them, “just give me a… second.” He said as he finally located the card and held it to the small black box beside the door. There was a beep and the tiny light went green as the door went click. “There we go.” He muttered to himself, pulling on the door handle and pushing it open before latching his lips back onto mine and taking me inside. 

He carried me over to the kitchen island, where he finally put me down atop the cold marble countertop, parting with me for only a moment so that he could take off his, no doubt expensive, designer blazer and hand it over the back of one of the bar stools at the end of the island. The quick break allowed me to survey the room in the city lights that streamed in through the large floor to ceiling windows that lined the far left wall and wrapped around the side of the stairs at the end of the large open plan living space, that no doubt lead up to the bedrooms.

“Is anyone else home?” I asked breathlessly, as he moved back around the island to nestle himself between my legs, his large palms sliding up and down my bare legs.

He shook his head, a small glint of excitement in his eyes. “No, my brother and Frankie had business to attend to.” He explained, his eyes moving up and down my body, taking me in like I was a meal, as he spoke. “They won’t be back for at least another couple of hours.” As soon as he finished his sentence, he immediately began to attack my lips with his own again. 

It was thrilling to finally kiss another man after being with Freddie for nearly five years, even his Ben’s lips were a little rougher. It was clear already that Benny was all about force; his job, his muscles, the boxing, his kissing- and although in the right person a little force in sex can be a good thing, I knew sex with Benny would no doubt be fast hard and over way too soon before my orgasm had even had a chance to build. But I’d been watching him all night, saw that look in his eye when he first saw me. Noticed the double take he did when his brother no doubt told him who I was and what I’d done. I’d seen that hunger in him grow and I knew what he truly wanted.

I broke my lips from his, feigning the need to take a breather; and to my delight, felt his lips begin to travel down my neck instead, affording me a chance to look over his shoulder towards the dining table right in front of the window and formulate a plan. I slowly began to walk my fingers down his chest, making a path right for his belt. My lips attached themselves to his once more in an attempt to distract as I began to push him back, hopping down from the counter as I walked him slowly backwards towards the table, carefully maneuvering him around it in front of the large window that overlooked the city. I gently hooked my toes around the chair leg at my side, pushing it out from under the table and shifting it to just the right position behind him, all the while my fingers worked to undo his belt. He smiled against my lips with a knowing chuff as I swiftly pulled the belt from the loops, the metal of the buckle jangling in my grasp.

I met his eyes with a devilish look as I pulled away from him, gently nibbling on my lower lip and he grunted slightly in anticipation. However that grunt turned into a small moan as I pushed him back down into the chair and sat myself on top of him. I could already feel how hard he was in his slacks, eager to get inside me. 

He reached his arms around my back as he tried to grind up into my sex, but I shook my head. “Nuh, uh, uh.” I chastised him, reaching behind me for his wrists. At my words, he pouted, but that childlike look of wonder quickly returned to his eyes when I moved his arms behind his back and began to wrap his belt around them, fastening them tightly into place, before I stood up and began to step back from him.

“What ya gonna do fire starter?” Benny asked me teasingly as I began to sway my hips back and forth; looking him up and down, taking in the sight before me.

“Who, me?” I teased as I slowly began to lift up my top to reveal myself to him.

“You gonna set me on fire too?” He asked almost excitedly.

“Maybe… someday.” I said, as I began to slide my shorts down, leaving them in a puddle of fabric on the floor with my top. Now stood only in my underwear and heels, I began to slowly walk towards him again. “But tonight…” I teased as I circled him, my finger dragging across his chest, up across the back of his shoulders and back again. When I was back in front of him I slowly began to drop to my knees before him, my hands sliding up his thighs and back down again as I parted his knees, “-tonight,” I said again, my fingers beginning to inch back up towards the opening of his slack, “I think I’m just gonna blow-” I unbuttoned his trousers, pulling the fabric and forcing the zip open, “your-” I reached my hands in below his waistband and pulled out his cock, it was so hard and thick just the sight of it made me begin to salivate. “Mind.” I finally said as I wrapped my lips around his cock, my tongue swirling around his tip, making him moan loudly into the dark room.

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Chapter 47

Monét didn’t want to do the damn interview in the first place.

It was the off-season. She had already cleared press for the quarter, declined two podcast invites, and ducked a late-night ESPN special with the smooth excuse of “player development travel.” She thought this last one would be easy—local, low-risk, and focused on her transition from coach’s daughter to head coach.

No clickbait. No drama. No damn boyfriend talk.

She even showed up polished but casual—natural beat, gold hoops, cropped Saints hoodie and black cargos. Her curls were defined, her nails short and clean. She came to talk shop.

But clearly, this wasn’t shop talk.

It was ambush.

Halfway through what was supposed to be a light segment on her training camp plans, the anchor—a man too comfortable with his own mediocrity—shifted in his seat and gave a smirk like he had the question of the century locked and loaded.

“And tell me this, Coach Ali,” he said, leaning in just enough to trigger every red flag in her body, “how does it feel to have your quarterback holding your purse and panties while you call the plays for the team?”

Silence.

Complete.

Utter.

Silence.

The words didn’t even land at first.

They hovered, heavy and slow, dripping with condescension, not even slick. No finesse. No sugar. Just disrespect.

And Monét’s face told the story.

Her brows arched so high they nearly vanished into her curls. Her lips parted, but not to speak—just to breathe through the pure, feral rage rising up in her throat. The air around her changed. That heat in her chest crawled up to her ears. The lighting in the studio felt too bright. The fake-ass LED sign behind the anchor flickered like it was struggling to keep up with the tension now rolling through the room.

She didn’t say a word.

Didn’t fix her face.

Didn’t blink.

Just pushed her mic off, stood up, and walked straight out of frame.

The camera crew? Frozen.

The producers? Whispering frantically.

The anchor? Sitting there like he thought he’d made a joke. A “good one.”

Too bad the Internet didn’t think so.

Because fifteen minutes later?

The clip was everywhere.

And not how he expected.

GROUP CHAT — PLAYERS + STAFF

Cam: WHO TF WAS THAT GUY?? Zay: He lucky she ain’t launch that mic at his head Trey: Nah that was disgusting. Ain’t no way he said panties?? Kris: I need names. That’s all. Cam: He was tryna go viral off her name. Got it. Zay: Now watch who gonna go viral next…

And then came Sefa.

In the gym, scrolling in his Saints tee and shorts, that clip loaded before the weights did.

He didn’t even blink.

Just stood still for a second, phone in his hand, that slow burn crawling behind his eyes.

The video played again.

He caught every second—the smugness in that man's voice. The way Monét’s expression changed. How she left in silence. Didn’t yell. Didn’t clap back. Just walked out.

Because it was that deep.

Because she knew if she opened her mouth, it wouldn’t just be a headline.

It’d be blood.

So Sefa made his own post.

A photo.

His hand again—this time resting on the small of her back, fingers splayed across her hoodie, initials peeking out in stitching: “Fatu.”

No caption.

Just the location tag: “Respectfully. Don’t Play.”

SOCIALS WENT NUCLEAR.

@FirstTakeHot: “The disrespect toward Coach Monét Ali today was disgusting. That anchor should be ashamed.”

@SaintsCentral: “One thing about #17… he gon’ apply pressure on AND off the field. That post? Whew.”

@SheSportsNow: “Monét Ali walking out in silence? The power. The restraint. The dignity. The rage we ALL felt.”

@RiotReacts: “Nah but imagine being Sefa watching someone say that on live TV about YOUR woman. That man is too calm for my liking. I’d be in jail.”

Meanwhile?

Monét was back at home, pacing.

Still in her cargos. Still heated.

She hadn’t touched her phone since storming out. But when she finally picked it up, the first thing she saw was his post.

Her breath caught.

She didn’t call.

Didn’t text.

But ten minutes later, she walked into his gym in that same hoodie, hair tied up, no words.

He turned, waiting.

She looked him in the eyes. Voice low. Firm.

“Don’t say anything.”

He didn’t.

He just pulled her close, wrapped those arms around her, and let her silence do all the talking.

Because yeah—he wasn’t gonna let it slide either.

But first?

He was gonna make sure she knew exactly who had her back, front, name, and future.

Locked.

———-

Chapter 48 “A Saint’s Testimony”

They didn’t say anything on the ride to the network headquarters. Not Sefa. Not Monét. Just the hum of the engine, her legs crossed in his passenger seat, hand tugging at the hem of her blazer, and his fingers drumming against the steering wheel like he was waiting for someone to look at him crazy.

She didn’t know how the hell she got talked into this. A live panel? On national TV? Her name, her reputation, her relationship already trending on every platform? And now they wanted more?

But this wasn’t about her feelings anymore. Not after the way her DM’s were flooded by women in the league—coaches, staffers, trainers, cheer captains, interns—all thanking her for how she walked out. How she held her chin up. How she didn’t break.

This wasn’t about her being mad. This was about setting fire to the way they talked about women like her in rooms like that.

The studio was colder than last time, probably because she knew what heat looked like now. Her walk was different. Not defensive. Not anxious. Intentional.

Sleek black pants, cropped Saints bomber, lace bodysuit underneath because if they were gonna talk about her body again? They were gonna choke on the confidence. Edges laid, lip lined in brown and gloss, eyes sharp as cut glass.

The moderator introduced her with too much excitement, like they hadn’t booked this panel out of guilt and damage control. Three other women joined her—two assistant coaches, one Olympic athlete turned exec. All of them veterans of the game, none of them strangers to the bullshit.

But Monét? She was the headline.

“So, Coach Ali,” the moderator began, “how did it feel to be on the receiving end of such a…controversial question?”

She smiled.

That kind of smile that came with teeth. The kind that came with clarity. And a little bit of smoke.

“It felt like someone wanted to see if I’d flinch,” she said, voice even, gaze cutting straight to the camera. “Like someone wanted to remind me that no matter how far I’ve come—from sideline to strategy—my body still talks louder than my resume.”

One of the other women nodded slowly, humming in agreement. The room grew quieter.

“But let me be clear,” Monét went on. “You don’t get to weaponize femininity to discredit leadership. You don’t get to imply that because a woman is loved, or in love, or lusted after, she’s somehow compromised in her job. Because if we flipped the question? If a male coach was with a woman who modeled, who posted thirst traps, who showed skin—nobody would ask if she held his jockstrap while he called plays.”

A pause. A long one.

“And for the record?” Monét leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping just enough to steal all the air from the room. “My man doesn’t hold my panties. He holds my respect, my peace, and this whole damn household down. Any other questions?”

Twitter, thirty minutes later:

@RealTalkNFL: Monét Ali just cleared the whole panel with grace, truth, and fire. Whew. My jaw is on the floor.

@WomenInSport: That “he holds my peace” line needs to be framed in gold. Sefa, you better buy her a ring off that sentence alone.

@QB17Fanpage: So what you’re saying is... Coach Ali is HIM. And her man is standing ten toes behind her like a damn monument. We love to see it.

@SaintsLockerRoomLeaks: Group chat is real quiet since the panel dropped. That’s cause we all know Sefa waiting by the door if you breathe wrong about her.

Back home, the Saints group chat was melting down.

Trey: She said what she said. Zay: That boy better go buy her flowers, a Birkin, and a beachfront house TODAY. Cam: Not “he holds my peace” being on t-shirts already Kris: Coach of the YEAR. I don’t care what the record is.

Meanwhile, Monét was back in Sefa’s living room—heels off, hair in a puff, scrolling through messages while he brought her a mug of lemon tea like always.

“You knew I’d kill that panel, huh?” she muttered, still basking in the high.

Sefa grinned, sitting beside her on the couch, broad and quiet like always.

“I ain’t worried about what you do in public,” he murmured. “You always been that woman.”

She looked over at him, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. “Oh yeah?”

He nodded slowly. “I’m just makin’ sure the world know who you coming home to.”

And with the way his hand landed on her thigh, gripping slow, confident, and unapologetic?

She believed every damn word.

———-

Chapter 49: “Say Less”

Monét hadn’t even been out for a full hour. Wrapped in his shirt, knocked out cold with a silk bonnet sliding off her head and her phone facedown, set to Do Not Disturb. Her body gave out the moment she got home from that live panel—stress-induced exhaustion, migraines, cortisol doing gymnastics in her bloodstream. The aftermath of having to publicly defend her worth just for existing while female in football.

Sefa was quiet the whole time, letting her sleep. He made soup. Cleaned. Sat nearby scrolling, scanning.

Until he saw that.

A clip. From a dusty-ass podcast nobody with a working brain tuned into unless they were pressed and bitter. And this man—thisraggedy reporter—had gone full kamikaze.

“Look, I’m just saying what people are thinking. Is it really appropriate for a head coach to be whoring with her own quarterback?”

Sefa didn’t even blink. The way his jaw locked? Dangerous. He turned the volume up.

“Saints better start making cuts, because what the hell is going on over there? We supposed to believe this chick—sorry, this coach—is calling plays while getting dicked down in her dead daddy’s office? That’s the legacy we on now?”

Clip still rolling. Sefa didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. His fist curled, knuckles cracking.

“And Sefa Fatu? That boy ain't got the equipment, the money, or the clout to keep a woman like that. We see past the puppy love bullshit. This ain't ‘Love & Football,’ it’s a circus.”

And that’s when the clip cut. Because the internet? Was already on fire.

Social Media: 11:42 AM @SportsTeaNow: That podcaster just committed career suicide. The way he just came for Monét Ali, her dead father, AND Sefa on a mic? Oh yeah. Pack it up. @SaintsInsider: He said what?! Oh it’s up. That locker room bout to go DEFCON 1. @TheRealDC: The Saints owner just followed Monét on IG, and then tweeted “Don’t worry. We got her.” @QB17Fanpage: Who said Sefa ain’t got the equipment? Baby, we’ve SEEN what he working with, and it’s generational.

But forget the internet. Forget the fans. It was the team that exploded first.

The Saints group chat? Blazing.

Zay: who the fuck is this dude??? Cam: yo delete that man’s mic access IMMEDIATELY Kris: nah. that man said her DAD??? Deuce (staff): im bout to show up to the station and ask for him BY NAME. *Owner added “Head of PR”, “Legal Team”, “Security” to the chat.

And then came the silence. Right before Sefa replied.

Sefa: Say less.

His phone slid into his back pocket. He looked over at Monét, still asleep, still unaware of the fire raining down outside their door.

And maybe the world thought Sefa Fatu wasn’t built for this. Maybe they thought she was carrying him. That he wasn’t enough.

But they forgot one thing. He was Samoan.

And the last time someone disrespected his family? They lost more than just a mic.

————-

Chapter 50 – “The Crown Is Covered”

The house was still. The hum of the AC whispered through the vents, the late afternoon sun casting warm stripes across the wood floors. Somewhere in the back room, the bathroom fan hummed low, blending with the soft drip of a just-used faucet. The faint scent of menthol and lavender hung in the air, the only remnants of the migraine balm Sefa had rubbed across Monét’s temples before she’d finally drifted off. She hadn’t been right all day—head pounding, body heavy, eyes barely able to hold themselves open.

She was curled up in Sefa’s massive California king, buried under a mountain of thick blankets, one hand tucked beneath her cheek, the other clutching a cold water bottle like it might ward off the pounding in her skull. Her bonnet was barely holding on, twisted to the side, lashes fluttering against flushed cheeks. Her phone sat screen-down on the nightstand. It had been going off for the last twenty minutes—buzz after buzz, back-to-back calls, texts, notifications stacked higher than her attitude usually sat.

She had no idea what was going on outside that dark, quiet room.

No clue that the podcast clip had gone viral.

No clue that her name, Coach Monét Ali, was trending alongside hashtags like #PutSomeRespect and #SefaSaidEnough.

And absolutely no clue that fifteen deep, the entire Saints organization had pulled up to the dusty, no-name podcast studio where that loudmouth host had tried to make a name for himself off her back.

It had started earlier that afternoon, in the group chat.

Zay was the first to drop the link.

“yo what the fuck is this???”

Then Cam followed.

“this mf is talking reckless. @Sefa u see this???”

And then Kris, short and direct.

“Pull up.”

The clip wasn’t long. Just under three minutes. But it was nasty. Disrespectful. The host sat in his cheap chair in a Saints hoodie, mic too close to his mouth, laughing like he’d said something clever.

“Let’s be real, bro. She ain’t coaching—she modeling. Y’all seen the Fenty shoot? Bikini pics with a whistle? Is that football or OnlyFans? And now she with Fatu? Be for real. He holding her purse and panties while she draw up plays? That’s your team leader? Whole Saints franchise a joke now.”

“I’m just saying—if the head coach’s idea of leadership is giving up the playbook between rounds with her QB? Somebody need to be fired.”

“And I’m sorry but Fatu? Cool. Big. Scary looking. But he ain’t got the bag or the dick to keep her for real. We know what this is. Puppy love. Ain’t nobody worried about no damn Monét Ali.”

And that was all it took.

Sefa didn’t respond to the chat. Didn’t text back. Didn’t hit a thumbs up. He just threw on his black zip-up hoodie, grabbed his keys, and told the boys to meet him there.

By the time they were parked out front—black trucks, Saints plates, and all—everybody knew what time it was.

The host hadn’t expected the door to swing open mid-recording.

Didn’t expect to look up and see Sefa Fatu walking through like the shit was already his. Six-foot-four, thick-shouldered, and dead silent with smoke in his eyes. Behind him, Kris, Cam, Zay, and half the defense followed like wolves off-leash. Deuce and DJ weren’t even saying anything yet—they just stood in the background, arms crossed, watching.

Sefa walked in slow, head tilted just slightly to the side like he was deciding how far to take it.

“You wanted attention,” he said, voice deep and quiet, like it weighed more than it should’ve. “So talk. Say it again. Say her name again.”

The host fumbled, stammering. “I—I wasn’t—man it’s content. I wasn’t—”

Kris stepped forward. “Nah. Say it. Just like you said it online.”

“I didn’t mean it like that, bro. She cool. I’m just saying—”

Cam grabbed the mic off the table, calmly unplugging it, setting it down like he was disarming a bomb.

“You don’t get to ‘just say’ nothing,” Sefa said. “Not when it’s her. Not when it’s my name. You crossed a line. You made it personal.”

The man backed up a step, swallowing hard.

“You’re not press,” Sefa added. “You a loud, broke joke in a rented studio with a cheap mic and a wish for clout.”

He didn’t raise his voice. Didn’t have to.

“Keep her name out your mouth. Or next time? We won’t be so polite.”

With that, he turned and walked out, leaving the man frozen. Cam followed, then Kris, then the rest.

The Saints didn’t need to throw a punch to make their point.

That silence? That weight? That loyalty?

It said everything.

Back at the house, Monét stirred in bed, groaning softly. Her head still felt thick, her throat dry. She reached for the bottle of water on the nightstand, not noticing her phone vibrating again and again.

The screen lit up with messages she wouldn’t see for hours:

“Coach. You good???”

“WE RIDE AT DAWN”

“They lucky we had church this morning.”

“He said you what in your daddy’s office???”

“Coach we outside. No fr.”

“Sefa went full mob boss.”

“Sis we riding at halftime next season.”

And on Instagram, a new story was already up—posted by Cam. A blurry but loud photo of the Saints players rolling deep in the podcast studio parking lot, with a caption that read:

“Y’all gone learn not to play with Monét Ali.”

And beside it? A repost from the Saints owner’s private account.

A picture of a black queen chess piece sitting in the middle of a football playboard.

No caption. Just a crown emoji.

Because even while she slept?

Her name was being protected. And her place? Stamped.

————-

Chapter 51 — “Bet That”

The living room was dim except for the flickering TV glow and the low bass humming from the speakers. Monét was finally up, sipping water, curled into one corner of the oversized sectional with a blanket still tossed over her shoulders and a soft scowl resting on her face. Her head still ached, but it was dull now, like a storm that had raged and left only clouds behind.

Sefa stood in the kitchen, massive frame leaning against the counter as he scrolled his phone, silent.

The moment he stopped scrolling, the shift in his energy was immediate. Subtle but cold. His shoulders squared. Jaw flexed. That thumb stilled mid-scroll like his whole system had locked up in processing.

“What is it?” Monét asked, wary.

He didn’t answer. Just turned the phone and held it up. She saw it in one glance.

A pic. The podcast host in a smug-ass grin, holding up a fake whistle with the words photoshopped in bold across the bottom:

“Fatu a bitch and just pussy whipped over a pair of tits and a whistle. Next time, let’s get active little bitches.”

Monét didn’t even finish reading it before she felt her face start to burn, rage boiling in her chest.

She was halfway to standing before Sefa’s voice cut through the air—low, serious, final.

“Sit down.”

Monét froze. His back was already to her, pulling on a black zip-up, those broad shoulders tight with fury.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said, grabbing his keys off the hook. “You good now, so stay here. I’ll handle it.”

“Sefa—”

“I said sit.” His tone had changed. Calm, but deadly. “He asked for this.”

He didn’t slam the door. He closed it. Quiet, controlled, the kind of calm that made your skin crawl.

Within the hour, that man’s studio wasn’t just visited—it was shut down. Sefa didn’t come with the team this time.

He came with his blood.

Jey. Jimmy. Their cousin Jacob. Their uncle and OG Samoan royalty Toa. The real ones. All black hoodies. All heavy. All moving with intention.

And this wasn’t for views. This wasn’t recorded. This wasn’t even supposed to be known.

But somehow—some way—a blurry shot surfaced later that night.

A grainy security cam capture of that same host being led out of his own studio by his collar, hoodie over his head like he was being escorted out of a bunker.

No context. No caption. Just tagged in the comments under the Saints’ official account:

“Bet that.”

Meanwhile, back at the house…

Monét’s phone buzzed again. Not from the team. Not from her girls. This time from the Saints owner himself.

“Saw the pic. Handled it in-house. Let me know if you need anything else.”

And from Zay in the team GC:

“I heard Sefa asked for the lights to stay on. Said he wanted dude to see exactly who he was fucking with.”

Then Cam dropped:

“Y’all ever seen him like this?”

Kris replied:

“Only once. In the ring. Dude didn’t walk for a week.”

Then a final message from Sefa himself.

To her directly.

“This your last night stressing over bitches who couldn’t play dead if they tried. You mine. You safe. I said I got you. Now rest.”

And that’s when she knew…

Single season? Over.

Disrespect?

Couldn’t even breathe in the same air as her anymore.

Because when it came to Monét Ali?

Sefa Fatu wasn’t just protecting the bag—he was the fucking bag.

[thecleverqueer]

I’m honestly glad that Sabine stayed behind on Peridea with Ahsoka.

Because, and okay, okay… there was a minute where I thought Sabine was going to bounce right on out of there like a rubber ball, and leave Ahsoka to fend off all of those undead storm troopers and Morgan Elsbeth alone.

I had a wave of negative emotions flow through me…. with questions like, “how TF could all of those media illiterate folks be right about Ahsoka being left alone on Peridea?” And “I thought the theme of this whole ass show was ‘master and apprentice’?” And “Ahsoka JUST told Sabine that she would stick by her no matter what after damning the galaxy to a war, and Sabine is just going to leave Ahsoka there?” And “Wow! What a dick move!” And “Oh my god! No! Don’t you DARE do that to her!”

And then Morgan says, “you’ll die here alone.” 🥺

And Sabine goes, “not alone” followed by the sound of her igniting her lightsaber. 🥳

I immediately jumped up and screamed at my television. I wanted to jump straight through the screen to hug Sabine even though she’d done some bone-headed ass shit, at least she is was unwilling to leave poor Ahsoka behind… and then they just slayed together.

It completed me.

I honestly don’t know what they’re going to find on that planet (aside from Ahsoka’s staff; they’ll find that), but I hope we all get to find out.

[cursed-sonic-opinions]

Diff anon here and it hurts me to say but... Yeah, no, Surge is far from being a cool female villain, much thanks to wasted potential, but still they managed to mess, mangle even, each and every chance she had to cause an impression

She could be a very funny and entertaining villain, like Team Rocket with Ash, or be Sonic's Wario, but they seem to have not considered this way at any point.

She could have been either a villain that we look at and think "tf, she is REALLY revolted and vengeful, she is so drowned in anger... Chills" or a villain that we look at and think "poor thing... So consumed by this anger yet fated to fail... So tragic" but they seemed unable to decide which one! It's so tiring that one issue after she was storming a city and violently lashing out, she was portrayed as unable to land a single punch and then when it seemed it was decided at last she simply vanished for 10 issues and when returned IT SEEMED BOTH OPTIONS WERE JUST THROWN OUT THE WINDOW!!

And then the whole infiltration plan is so frustrating, like, where's all her impulsiveness and aggressiveness? Why was she just getting moldy in that base? How can she just get in and be so good at pretending to be good now? WHY THE HECK DIDN'T SHE ATTACK CLUTCH IN ANY MOMENT BEFORE THE FINAL??? Not even the moment when he brought up what should be a huge trigger all things considered. WHAT'S EVEN HER MOTIVATION AT THIS POINT??? What was the point of her being accepted in the Diamond Cutters again? She kinda DIDN'T DO ANYTHING FOR THE DIAMOND CUTTERS LATER.

The worst part: every alt and beta design of her is straight up better than her main, no, they're not "just as good" as the main, they are all BETTER! Ain't no way to say the contrary

Sorry for this longer than desired rant, I really wish I could get in the hype for her but, I really wish she was as good as in fanon, as good as the end of Imposter Syndrome promised, but it's hard when everytime she appears she acts with increasingly different motivations than before in mind and when every alt looks far better than the main design

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[uglyduckling339]

KY'S LIFE IS STRANGE DOUBLE EXPOSURE NONSENSE LIVEBLOG: Episode 3

(as always, spoilers ahead!! don't read unless you've played the game or watched it bc otherwise none of these will make sense)

Tutorial Episode 1 Episode 2

LETS FUCKING GOOO IM SO EXCITED i actually really like this game ngl

(fun fact: this episode alone took 103 drafts to liveblog, and i actually shortened the amount by combining some into a list. without the list, it's about 150 drafts lol)

WOLF SQUAD HOODIE 🗣🗣🗣 AND PINK TIPS 🗣🗣 BEST OUTFIT COMBO AROUND FR

bruh max is ALWAYS sleepin in the beginning of ep 3 lmao

the best part of max's dissociation is there is no way she could be 100% confident that she DIDN'T kill safi. even she is getting slightly convinced by the photo and its prolly bc she knows theres days she wakes up and she doesn't feel real; days she forgets completely. she will NEVER be certain she didn't kill safi bc she'll never know if she just forgot it and erased it from her memory.

oh um, ik i was just yapping abt dissociation but i just remembered that it could be a future version of max instead😭 so idk

if i had a nickel for every LiS game i've played where the main character is accused of murder and wears a wolf squad hoodie, i'd have 2 nickels.

highkey i forgot safi and vinh fucked. they're both so real ngl

LMFAO MY BROTHER SAID MAX IN THE PIC WITH THE GUN HAS A LEAD PAINT STARE

cheetos toes?? max?? girl??

AH EW ALDERMAN KYS I HATE U

max. the picture. girl. u forgot the picture.

why would u walk to open the door with very explicit evidence against you js chilling in plain eyesight u freak

love her "oh fuck" + the face she makes lol

YO WHAT THE FUCK??

WHAT

FUCK YOU DUDE

he mentioned arcadia bay?? holy shit

my fav draft in here is: "girl js eat the photo atp"

okay what was alderman even tryna do. piss max off??

her instant breakdown :( poor max

OH MY GOD

OH MY GOD

MAX PHOTO JUMPED AGAIN ??????

shes js hella rusty but damnnn omg

hey! so what the fuck was that.

why was the storm in the background?

was it a diff universe maybe?

istg it's like her nightmare never ended fr

also MAX IS STILL FINE AS HELLLLLLLL IN THAT STORM EVEN AFTER 9 YEARS daymn

omg :( her collapsing tryna use her powers

the music in this episode is so good btw

is this the first ep in DE where we get 'sits' back or did i just miss them all last time

now i love you max but yk DAMN WELL ur talking straight out of ur balls with that whole "disappearing" thing. we dont know if u vanish or not 😭

okay so luckily she DOES disappear. unluckily i have SO MANY COMMENTS now:

what abt the dozens of kids she vanished in front of last ep then? did they just not care? does this mean that when she time travelled she DID teleport around? and people js didn't say anything? hilarous 10/10

goddd this might be my favorite ep so far. the amount of references and stuff added is insane.

max's trauma peaking through ily

she's like edging a breakdown but thats not quite enough tbh. i need to see her js COLLAPSE. let her hit her lowest. suffer ♡

actually i think i just wanna see max have a super reasonable reaction to this chaos she lives through ngl

okay so i looked away to liveblog and when i looked back up a diff universe alderman was there?? and moses could see him??? huh??

obvi i saved him. max wouldnt let him die

"i could've saved him!!" "no, you couldn't have." OH MY GODDD

highkey, the random extras in this game fucking SUCK. why is one british. who tf is kim. why do i care abt changing "photo guy"'s grade. i miss the tiny cast in LiS 1

stupid ass game making me google words

quick shout out to my dad for playing the whole Yasmin scene for me. he didn't have to, he js insisted bc "i paided 85$ for this game; i wanna try it"

okay so i actually hate Living World! Vinh ngl

VICTORIA?? GIRL?? DAMN??

talking mad shit on my pink twt page man.

also max's glitchy hair in this is so interesting !!

i forgot in which world Vinh owes me a favor so i've decided to not use any favors ever 🤩

"my door is always open" sounds familar...

lucas is the only person to be like slightly consious of max wandering around his room lmao

yup lucas is supposed to be jeffershit coded

AHH direct jefferson mention 😰

yk what. i dislike the loading screens. why r they so often

safi :( no :( y r u so mad :(

OH MY GOD IT'S COURTNEY'S BDAY </3

MAX IS SO SAD AND LONELY I LOVE HER

i think at first these liveblogs were more detailed but now i just say words lowkey

dude shes like so sad rn its insane. ily girl

SMASH OR PASS LMAOOOOO:

pass moses, smash gwen, didnt even get a choice w amanda (i think thats fucking WEIRD btw; i'll elabrote in a min), pass lucas, Kiss vinh

OH MY GOD I FORGOT TO ADD THAT SHE NEARLY CALLED CHLOE. BAE WAS SO UPSET SHE ALMOST CALLED HER OLD BAE

guys i make Max kiss Warren and Chloe is LiS and now i wanna do that again with Vinh and Amanda. #PolyamorousMaxineCanon

amanda's scene gets bisexual lighting okk

LETS THRASH SHAKABRAH !!!!!!!!!

okay so going back to the Amanda 'no choice' thing, at first I rejected her (bc the first interaction in the game with her is the game borderline shoved us onto her??) and now i've grown to kinda like her.

I like rhat she does listen to our boundaries and doesn't push on now but I feel like we missed alot of chances to learn more abt amanda bc of the romance being cut. Like i'm almost certain if I had chosen a romance with her we could have gotten a way better conversation from it.

anyways !! max almost crying :(

all lesbians like gwen bro

OH?? OKAY B&E

MY CAT?? IS MY CAT OKAY?? IRIS?? BABY??

this is the first time idk who coulda done this. i have so many guesses but i have zero clue fs.

I FOUND THE BABY DONT WORRY GUYS

poor sweetiepie is so scared :(

oh thats a lame reveal. its js another max

MUSIC SLAPS THO 🔥🔥🔥🔥

so im hearing that alderman was just a lil bitch

so the 'dopplegangers' are actually a shapeshifter??

THE SHAPESHIFTER IS SAFI????? WHAT??

okay i'm going straight into Episode 4 rn cuz i'm hooked but that was fire. it felt more like a Life Is Strange episode then the other 2 and yall know i LOVE characters showing any emotions ever lol