#and then proceeds to put you threw absolute hell to bring him back in a questline

[sigurdjarlson]

If we get no reaction from Med about what seemingly happens in TWW I’m gonna be..not at all surprised bc blizzard but annoyed

[angriel]

Disillusionment [III]

Warning!: Aged up! Neteyam x Reader, Mentions of cheating!, Toxic Relationship, Some super duper Angst everywhere, Absolutely Ass writing, Mentions of Ab^se, Mentions of Blood, Curse Words, Mentions of 💀 thyselves

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Neteyam Dragged Wo'kan by his hair throwing him further from your hut, you heard gasps of shock of the people and some screamed in horror. You went out of the hut and went up to them.

"Neteyam! Please don't do this, let us find another way" You pleaded so hard to Neteyam, you did not want to cause a scene at night. The omaticayan people are looking at the 3 of you wondering what happened that causes to trigger the rage of Toruk Makto's Son.

He proceeded to beat Wo'kan up earning more reaction from the people, as he picked his hair up and was about to throw another punch but the very person you hoped to not see you all like this has intervened.

"Son! What the hell are you doing!?" A familiar voice boomed in the middle of the commotion, you felt your blood run cold as the people made their way for the Olo'eyktan. As soon as you saw Jake's face you wanted to die.

Jake is angry and you all know shit is about to go down. "Answer me Boy!" He hissed as Neteyam Dropped Wo'kan and faced his father the anger and determination not faltering in his eyes.

"This fucker hurt (Y/n)! Look at her he -" Neteyam was cut off by Jake's punch at him, he managed to dodge it making Jake more angry. " Ma Jake no!" Neytiri stopped them both and she ran up to Jake calming him down.

"This issue is supposed to be handled by the two of them! You did not need to mess the business of a married people" He lectured his son in front of everybody.

"Sir, If you look at (y/n) very carefully, you could see that this is not the first time this piece of shit has hurt her!" Neteyam hissed at his father. Earning a glare from Neytiri seemingly to warn him on his tone and language.

"That's not all! He has the face to call her a SLUT! When he mated another woman before Eywa, (y/n) and I witnessed it all" He declared earning a reaction from the people.

"So what? Us Na'vi people can mate with different individuals Eywa allows this" Wo'kan said smirking at him, you looked at the ground when you saw the people agreeing with him.

"Not when they have their Tsaheylu's connected you stupid shit" Neteyam retorted back. Making Jake and Neytiri surprised, Neytiri Scowled at Wo'kan and she glanced at your way with pity evident in her face.

"Eywa is mad! Eywa Despises you" Neytiri hissed at Wo'kan and his stupid smirk disappeared, Jake was confused as he put his hand on Neytiri's shoulder. He proceeds to ask Neytiri why and she looked at him and whispered something.

Jake gave you a look of pity as Neytiri went infront of Wo'kan facing him, she sends him a death glare and gave him a slap after that she turns around to face all of the people.

"Listen to what I say! For Eywa has gave me a message, Mating with someone else with their Tsaheylu connected is hated by the Great mother! It causes the bond to break with them!" She yelled out while staring daggers at Wo'kan.

"The Olo'eyktan must bestow a punishment for the disgraces! Bring Ayn'at here" Neytiri ordered everyone to find Ayn'at, being the powerful tsahik she is. Ay'nat was found not even a minute after she gave the orders to the men.

She was forced to be with Wo'kan, she ran to him and hugged him but he disregards her and threw her to the ground. Ay'nat was humiliated in front of the clan earning a cry from her.

"Wo'kan will be killed as soon as the sun rises, he will be escorted by Neteyam, Nywak, (Y/n) and Me. It will be the same for Ayn'at too" When those words left his lips many gasped in shock.

Ayn'at stopped crying as she was passed out and as for Wo'kan he was shocked and he cannot utter a single word in this instance, he anted to defend himself but he knew he'll only put his situation in danger.

As the people started to get back inside their own perspective home, (Y/n) felt her heart break more as she saw Ayn'at and Wo'kan was taken away by some Na'vi, Neteyam ran up to you and dragged you to your own house.

He treated your wounds gently dabbing some ointments at your wounds while casually checking you if you're okay, you let out a sob as she feels a stinging pain in her cheek and neck.

"I'm sorry (Y/n) If I have known that you're gonna end up like this with him, I should've confessed my feelings to you a long time ago."

Neteyam Said while muttering the last bit. You blushed lightly and avoided eye contact with him, he continued treating your wounds bandaging your chest and waist.

"Rest now Tíyawn, we have some dead people to accompany at the morning. We don't want you passing out right?" He vocalized his worries as you nodded.

"Nete can you.. Uhm" You hesistated as you feel something was stuck on your throat, Neteyam was patient as he waited for you to gather your courage and continue your sentence while raising ang eyebrow.

You let out a deep sigh before continuing "Can you stay the night here, I may need someone by my side tonight". You looked away blushing not seeing Neteyam's amused face.

"But it's okay if you don't want to I'll understand" You quickly added ears folding back and tail swinging slowly side to side, He chuckled and then gave a nod "Guess I'm not going home tonight".

He laid down beside you and he put his hand around your waist as he pulled you closer to him, The warmth of his skin and the steady heartbeat of his calmed you down and eventually you let yourself get consumed by a deep slumber.

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It was the faithful day that Wo'kan and Ayn'at was getting executed, you rode on your Ikran at the right side of Neteyam as the 2 Na'vi was on a net and is suspended in the air.

You saw Neteyam giving death glares at the 2 and it intimidated the both of them, Ayn'at cried and is screaming at you for ruining her life and she also mentioned how she's gonna kill you if she has the chance.

"Silence you two! Don't make me drop the both of you down" Jake shuts them up with his hiss, you felt slightly satisfied at the scenes that's playing in front of you.

A few minutes later all of you made it to the cliff where the 2 of them are to be executed, Ayn'at is still crying while Wo'kan is silent. Another Na'vi Undid their rope that binds their wrist and it left a mark on them.

All of a sudden Ayn'at Ran up to you and stole your knife from your chest and wrapped her arms around your neck, "Anyone who moves will get her killed" She exclaimed.

Neteyam hissed at her and she hissed back, "What are you doing Ayn'at? Stop it" Wo'kan attempted to stop her but she points your knife at him. "Shut up! It's because of you I'll be killed" She cried.

Wo'kan Clicked his tongue, Jake cautiously sneaked behind the two of you. He managed to get close to Ayn'at and disarmed the knife from her and forcing her to let you go.

"Stop it Let go of me!" She screamed in terror, at this point she began to cry hysterically. As he lined the two of them up preparing them for their death.

"Any Last words?" Jake Asked them, "No one will love you bitch" Wo'kan said earning a punch from Neteyam, Wo'kan only chuckled as he spat the blood from his mouth.

Jake made the 3 of you go to your own ikran's as he will execute the two of them himself, he thought that it eould be too much for you to see them die.

You were grateful to him as the 3 of you went ahead to the camp, you excused yourself from them as you wanted to get rest from all the drama that stirred up from earlier and Neteyam respected that.

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"Neteyam, May I have a word to you?" Neytiri asked his son, she saw the way he tensed up for only a short moment and relaxed.

She knew that something is wrong with him and she is determined to know what it is, Neteyam faced her. He can't seem to meet the eyes of his mother as he was expecting a glare from her.

"Look at me in the eyes Son" She told her son, Neteyam Obediently did what she asked. She saw her son's pain through his eyes and his guilt as if there was something he's hiding. She wanted to test him.

"Tomorrow I will have to Arrange you to meet the Tsakarem of the neighboring clan, it is time for you to have a mate Neteyam it cannot wait any longer" Neytiri saw the sadness grew stronger on Neteyam's Eyes as she mentioned this.

"Mother I-" Neteyam stopped before he could finish his sentence, Neytiri Raised an Eyebrow "Tell me what is it?" She urges him to tell her.

There was a moment of silence as he saw her son contemplating on what he wanted to say, she can see him going through his mind and getting lost in reality.

"Do you have someone in mind?" She asked him.

"Is it (Y/n)?"

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[arcanadreams]

That time you and your demon boyfriend went viral

hi yes hello obey me fandom!! my name is Gabbi and i have never played a single second of the actual game but i have read enough fanon content for the past year to have this idea swimming around in my head and now i am finally letting this accursed thing out of my brain and putting it in yours

also i’m only doing the brothers because any more than that and i’d have an aneurysm probably. oh and shoutout to @obeythebutler and @beels-burger-babe for inspiring me with their works to feel brave enough to write for this fandom

Lucifer:

You and Lucifer go viral on Asmo’s Devilgram story!

You’re in the kitchen helping Asmo with dinner duty and singing along to one of your playlists of human realm music that you like to show him.

Asmo starts filming your cute little dance while you stir the pot on the stove because you are just adorable!

About ten seconds into him filming, Lucifer appears in the doorway with quite the stern look on his face. You know, the one that comes right before a “MAMMOOOOOON” and strikes fear into the heart of all those with functioning eardrums. That one.

He opens his mouth, presumably to tell y’all to shut the fuck up, but then there’s a lull in the music and the eldest can hear your voice ever so slightly above the song’s vocalist and he freezes.

Man stops in his tracks like someone just smacked him in the face with a midair volleyball.

Asmo can be heard stifling a laugh behind his phone.

Lucifer’s face gets so soft and he almost, almost, loosens his metal-rod-through-the-ass posture before you notice him and give a little wave and ask if you and Asmo were being too loud like the considerate darling you are.

Lucifer clears and his throat and says something like, “No, you aren’t. I was just coming to check on how dinner is coming along,” and leaves, after which Asmo immediately presses the post button.

Screenshots of Lucifer’s heart eyes for you go absolutely viral because every demon on Devilgram goes absolutely feral for seeing the eldest demon brother lose his dignified composure. It becomes a meme template. “Get you someone who looks at you like Lucifer looks at MC” and “me at the delivery demon when he shows up with my spicy bat wings” posts become commonplace. (Asmo thinks the memes are totally worth getting strung up with Mammon for laughing at them.)

Mammon:

Much like Lucifer, you and Mammon end up going viral off Asmo’s Devilgram. (Noticing a pattern here?) 

He pulls a silly prank on your asses and honestly I don’t know how you fell for it. But hey, they say “idiots in love” for a reason, so...

You and Asmo are sitting in the common room of the House of Lamentation just chillin. Well, he’s chillin, you’re on the floor studying for an upcoming exam.

The video starts in the middle of a conversation you and the avatar of lust were having.

“No, Asmo,” you say. “Mammon and I don’t use pet names for each other.” Now that’s just a darn lie, and every demon and crow within ten miles of Mammon and you together knows it.

“Really? I find that very hard to believe, MC.~” 

You sigh in response to Asmo’s teasing. “Okay, he has a lot for me but I’m just not much of a pet name person, y’know?” The rest of the exchange goes like this:

“Oh, I totally get it.” *pause* “Hey MC, what do human world bees make again?”

“Honey.”

Cue a sheepish Mammon sticking his head in the doorway at the bluntness of your tone when you answered Asmo.

“Yeah, babe?” he looks like a puppy left on the side of a highway oh my god hUG HIM-

Asmo turns the camera back to his smug ass face and in the background you can be heard tripping on the damn carpet trying to get up and hug your mans. (”MAMMON GET OVER HERE SO I CAN HUG YOU” “W-WHAT? I THOUGHT YA WERE MAD AT ME?!?!?!?!”)

Leviathan:

Streamer Levi? Streamer Levi.

You guys go viral the first time you make an appearance on one of Levi’s weekly (insert cool Devildom streaming service name here) streams. 

It’s completely unintentional. You had been asking him for weeks to play with him on there, but he’s the avatar of envy after all. He doesn’t like sharing his partner, even if it’s with random strangers who have no real access to you.

However, he has his stream on a Thursday instead of a Friday one week, and you come into his room carrying dinner because 1) You didn’t realize he was streaming and 2) No matter what he was doing, the boy needed to eat. It wasn’t unusual for you to bring him dinner, so you had no idea why he was blushing and stammering even more than usual this time in particular. Boy was speaking in beached whale trying to tell you what was wrong.

Then you notice his screen. Oh! “Hi chat!” You wave, setting Levi’s food down on his desk in front of his keyboard. “M-MC!” He full-on whines, slamming a hand over his mouth afterwards when he remembers his viewers could hear that.

Honestly, they’d meme the fuck out of him if it weren’t for the fact that they are FINALLY SEEING HIS HENRY!!! THE MYSTERIOUS MC!!!

Chat is bombarding you with questions while you make Levi eat dinner. And by make him eat dinner, I mean literally feeding this man forkfuls/spoonfuls while he games because you love how flustered he gets when you do that. 

Does it impact his score? Absolutely. Does he care? Not really when you’re pampering him like that.

You start answering chat’s questions about you while he’s chewing so he can’t tell you to stop LMAO-

You’re a natural on stream. The VOD becomes the most popular on Levi’s account in a matter of hours and soon cute highlights compilations of you and him on that stream start making the rounds on Devildom Twitter.

Satan:

There was buildup to Satan going viral, similar to Levi in a way. 

Satan does have a Devilgram, but it’s basically a white woman’s Instagram with added book reviews for variety. Unless you’re a reader his account is pretty boring: candles, books, fireplaces, and cats.

However, after you two started reading together fairly often he began posting pictures of your legs draped over his while you sat together. They’d always be captioned with vague ass pretentious literary criticism. 

This goes on for months, and he gains a lot of (horny) followers after the leg pics start up. He doesn’t really get why but you both joke that it’s because you have some damn nice legs and I mean neither of you are complaining about the new following.

You two go viral when he finally shows your face, entirely by accident.

The post is a video, which is already strange for him and grabs attention. In it, you’re scoffing and reading an excerpt of a book, mocking its understanding of female anatomy.

“I’m quoting here, Satan: ‘her breasts bouncing around like giant pacmen.’ I’M SORRY?? THAT ISN’T HOW BOOBS WORK SIR. WHY ARE MEN ALLOWED TO WRITE?” 

(fun fact that is a very real quote from a very real book I really read last month pls save me)

Originally the camera is focused on your body, with your head out of frame to protect your privacy, but your righteous anger made Satan laugh. Like, a real laugh. The one that makes you and everyone in earshot wonder if he truly was never an angel cause he sure as hell laughs like one but anyway-

When he threw his head back, his DDD angled up just a tad without him noticing, and your face was in view for like .2 seconds. Screenshots of it are making the rounds on Devilgram almost immediately: FINALLY THE LEGS’ OWNER HAS BEEN FOUND.

Satan apologizes profusely but you honestly find it funny and you two opt to just start taking selfies while reading with both of your faces in them from now on. 

Asmodeus:

I’m gonna be real with you: you and Asmo go viral all the time. Pretty much everything Asmo posts can be considered viral because of his social media following and his status as one of the seven avatars of sin.

However, there are some fairly cute highlights to be pointed out among the times you were both featured in a post that blew up.

Your favorite is probably that time Asmo livestreamed on of you guys’ ‘Nail Nites,’ as you call them.

You’re both on the floor, doing your nails and kicking your feet back and forth while talking to chat. A lot of the questions are about your relationship, and there’s a lot of flirting back and forth between the two of you.

A particular clip of the stream does blow the fuck up on Devilgram, though, when someone screen records it and posts it with a bunch of heart emojis edited over it.

“’What colors do you think best describe each other?’ Ooo, that’s a good one, chat!” Asmo claps his hands together excitedly, making sure to be  careful of his nails.

Pretty much everyone expected you to say pink, but you surprised both your boyfriend and your viewers when, after a pensive few moments, you replied with “Hmm...probably yellow or orange.”

“Can I ask why, darling?” Asmo tilts his head in confusion. I mean, yeah, those colors look good on him, but he doesn’t wear them often so he’s wondering about your thought process. 

“Well, in the human world those colors often represent happiness, optimism, and positivity. You’re always the cheerful presence I need in my life when things get hard, so you have the vibe of those colors.”

Asmo proceeds to burst into tears and hug you, messing up both of your nails and prolonging the stream since you both have to start over. But neither of you particularly care. 

Fun fact: Asmo has the clip that demon made of that portion of the stream saved on his DDD and watches it whenever he feels sad.

Beelzebub:

Beel and you probably go the most viral out of everybody. Like this moment is an entire phenomenon across the Devildom internet. 

It’s a video, or well, multiple videos, taken at the end of a Fangol game that Beel’s team had just won. Everyone is cheering and going crazy, yourself included, and you just really wanted to congratulate your boyfriend.

So, like the rational person you are, you elect to climb up onto the railing of the bleachers and wave to get his attention. 

You were absolutely fine up there, and sat all comfortably motioning Beel over to you. He notices, of course, and jogs over, standing right beneath you and looking up. (Back where you were sitting, Mammon is screeching like a hyena in heat and Belphie, who is laying down, has one eye open to glare at him. The youngest knows Beel would never let you hurt yourself; you’re fine.)

A bunch of assorted demons at the game has started filming while you were sat atop the railing since you were rather noticeable. Therefore, there’s a shit ton of different angles of the adorable events that follow:

You slide off the railing, landing right in Beel’s waiting arms bridal style. You’ve got this brilliant smile on your face as you pull his helmet off. None of the DDDs filming can hear it over the crowd noise, but Beel asks you why you just went through all that trouble and you tell him it’s because you wanted to tell him how proud you are.

Soft boy’s chest puffs up and he smiles this big cheesy smile at you reach up to run a hand through his hair. You feel him practically purr at the contact, and with a laugh you pull him in and plant a big ole smooch on him.

The crowd, at least those of them that can see, scream. Everyone is running high on adrenaline and happy emotions; something that cute causes a ruckus!! When you pull away Beel proceeds to put you on his shoulders and you celebrate with him and the rest of his team.

The videos of you two being adorable go completely viral and there are some threads dedicated to stockpiling every single angle taken of the event. Beel is completely oblivious to the attention but you have a lot of them saved on your DDD.

Belphegor:

If you think Belphegor has any sort of social media presence whatsoever then you are sorely mistaken. (Well okay he actually does run some anonymous troll accounts to meme on Lucifer’s posts but that’s neither here nor there-)

Therefore, naturally, you two go viral off of Asmo’s Devilgram. 

Okay so someone in the obey me tag the other say headcanoned that Belphie will go out of his way to nap in ridiculous places and my brain really took that and RAN WITH IT.

So what happens is that Belphie will fall asleep in the fucking weirdest places. I’m talking on top of the fridge, underneath the dinner table, on top of bookshelves...you name it, he has slept there, no matter the effort it takes to get there in the first place. 

And, ever since you two started dating, you would join him. Sometimes it involved putting yourself at risk of great bodily harm, but the little smile he gave when you he saw you fucking scaling the countertop to reach him made it worth it.

So anyway, since Beel adores the both of you to no end, he takes pictures whenever he sees you two napping together, whether or not it is in a crazy place. He sends these to the family group chat because he thinks they’re adorable.

Over a span of weeks to months, Asmo has built up a stock of images of you and Belphie cuddles up in seemingly impossible places. Once he has about ten or so, he posts a compilation of them to his Devilgram with some cheesy ass caption like “The things we do for love <3″.

They become a meme SO QUICKLY. Like UNBELIEVABLY quickly. 

The picture of you and Belphie sleeping on top of a bookshelf, in particular, is a big hit. Memes abound.

“If my girl doesn’t climb up a bookshelf to cuddle my ass, she don’t love me.” “Get yourself a partner who scales bookshelves just to be with your ass.” Etc etc...Belphie doesn’t give a shit but you laugh at a lot of them so he sees that as a good outcome.

[crumbledcastle28]

Chapter 8: An Apology

Warnings: depression, suicidal thoughts, references to an incredibly painful past, references to murder, references to torture, lots of crying, references of being shot/stabbed. This is really heavy, so please proceed with caution.

Author’s Note: Thank you to EVERYONE who has shown any support for this! I am very proud of this series and it makes me very happy people are enjoying it 💜

(I cannot remember where I got this gif from, so if it’s yours please let me know so I can credit you!)

After Mando left, you sat in your silent sobs for what felt like hours.

It could have been hours for all you knew. It’s not like you cared anyway.

All you did was sit in your guilt and shame, allowing yourself to digest all you’ve done. You have been pushing this down for so long, and now it feels like there is no stopping it.

A person can only pretend for so long, and you would give anything to just go back in time and reverse it all.

So many faces flash in your memory of people you’ve killed and cheated for the Empire, and it’s an absolute hell. None of these people deserved what they got. None of them. And yet you still did it.

No matter how many excuses you make for how you became a part of the Empire and all the torture they put you through, you still did it. You are still an enemy to the people you held so dear after so little time.

You are a monster.

After a while, you hear Mando’s footsteps entering Kuiil’s house again. You don’t even know where Kuiil is, you honestly forgot he even existed.

Maybe he will forgive me, you think to yourself. We were in a similar situation?

You see Mando’s helmet enter through the doorway and you feel the smallest, tiniest fraction of butterflies you once had for the man returning.

But the butterflies are immediately squashed when you remember you are about to be thrown out. Again.

Just because you handled it once before doesn’t mean you have the strength to go through that now. Especially after everything you’ve done.

You feel his eyes scanning your pathetic, patched up form on the ground, and the storm inside of you starts to rumble again.

Please… please not again.

He sits down on the opposite side of the ship, resting his hands on his knees. He folds his hands, and you swear you hear him take a deep breath.

“She needs to calm down, that’s all,” he says, referring to Cara, and you find some strength to nod. Your eyes are burning and your muscles want to explode from exhaustion. Your mind is keeping you awake, while the rest of your body just wants to sleep.

“I…. I wouldn’t have let her kill you,” he says, and you shut your eyes, feeling the tears start to rise again.

Why, you think to yourself. It would be easier for everyone if I was just dead!

You still somehow keep yourself together, wiping your nose with your sleeve. He can see how much pain you are in, but you were praying he didn’t pity you. You didn’t deserve it. Especially from him.

“I have only heard stories about red lightsabers. They belong to an evil, dark side of the powers that the kid has,” he says, and you nod.

He has to understand. You know he understands. He always has.

“They’re called Sith… right,” he asks, and you finally make eye contact with him.

“Yes,” you croak out. Your voice sounds like you hadn’t talked for a hundred years, but Mando just nodded.

Yes, you think to yourself. I am a Sith.

The fact that Mando knows who and what you are now is the weirdest combination of feeling a weight lifted off your shoulders, but at the same time, one double the weight has been added.

He was talking so gently. Like he didn’t want to rub it in your face.

He has to be doing this so I don’t kill him when he kicks me out, you think.

Why else would he have any respect for me? No one else ever has?

He takes a moment to process, and then he asks, “The Emperor was a Sith… wasn’t he?”

You feel like a sword has been stabbed through you one final time, but you don’t want to make him feel like he’s hurting you, so you just nod slowly.

You have to save your strength for when he asks you to leave. You know he will ask you in that calm, gentle voice that will haunt you forever.

He understands you fought for the Empire. You killed, destroyed, and lied for them. Their blood is forever stained on your hands, and now you got Mando bloodied.

He deserves an explanation, or at least an apology, so you mumble a quiet “um,” signifying you were about to speak.

Even if he doesn’t believe you, he needs to know you didn’t want this. Ever.

“My uh… my parents sold me,” you mumble while sniffling.

You can tell his interest is peaked because his entire body leans forward, silently asking you to continue.

How can he even look at me right now?

You proceed to tell him the story of how your parents were servants to an evil family who never gave them a fair pay. They were incredibly poor, and they had you outside of wedlock, so they were looked down upon even more in their society. They hated you for it. They took any chance they could get to get you away from them.

When the Empire came to your planet looking for recruits, your parents jumped on the offer. They didn’t mind the extra handful of credits that came with it too.

“No matter how much I hated them, they were still my parents,” you say.

“I didn’t want to leave them, so when the stormtroopers went to drag me away, I got so angry. I didn’t know it at the time, but the force channeled through me in my anger. I used all my strength, and sent them all flying through the air,” you say, while laughing uncomfortably at the memory.

Your eyes still burned and your muscles screamed for relief, but you had to keep going. Mando deserved to know the truth.

“That’s the last thing I remember of that day, and the next thing I knew, I was sent into training. I went through countless masters, but none of them could control me. I was just so angry. All the time,” you said with a sigh.

“I would refuse to do what they asked, and even when I did what I was told, I would hurt them instead. I never listened.”

You took a deep breath. This next part was going to hurt.

“They finally realized that I could not be controlled, so they….. tortured me,” you say, trying not to allow the weakness in your voice to show through.

If you got emotional, it was more likely Mando would think you were crazy. You had to keep pushing.

You cleared your throat, and continued.

“They made me do everything, Mando. They made me tear down towns, cities, planets. And if the people didn’t succumb to the Empire’s rule…,” you say, and you can’t even finish the sentence.

“I finally got away years later, and I escaped to Tattooine. They tried to stop me, but it was no use. I could beat any stormtrooper or Imperial guard they threw at me,” you say.

“They hurt me enough to know that I wouldn’t come back…… I hadn’t even come close to helping anyone but myself until I met you,” you say.

You take a deep breath and rub your eyes.

You did it, you think. He knows.

You let him digest your story. He listened intently and respectfully the entire time you were speaking. He never interrupted, he never became angry, he just stared at you and digested it all.

It was quiet for a while, until he stood up.

“The Empire killed my family,” he said, and all your composure went out the window.

You assumed that the Empire hurt him, it has hurt everyone, but this is on another level. It felt like you had been shot again, but this was way more painful. Your heart shattered for him.

You always knew the universe was cruel, but you had done horrific things, so you always thought it was payback. Now you knew the universe was truly cruel.

“I am….. so sorry,” you manage to say through your burning throat. Tears were streaming down your face, but you managed to stay relatively quiet. It’s not like crying for them would bring Mando’s family back.

He moved to you slowly and kneeled down in front of you.

You couldn’t meet his gaze. You just stared at the floor and wiped your eyes. You were hurting him, just like you hurt everyone else. It felt like hell on earth and you were convinced you were the worst person that ever lived.

“You… you don’t have to believe me Mando. I know I hurt so many people, and even if I didn’t want to, I still did what they asked,” you say, trying to fill up the space.

“You can kick me out, kill me. Anything. I just want you to know that I didn’t choose this. I swear on everything I would do anything to be any other person in the whole galaxy.”

You finish and finally meet his gaze, begging him to say something. Anything.

He stands to leave, and you finally accept your fate.

He gets to the doorway, your final hopes of forgiveness leaving with him.

“I believe you,” he mumbles, looking back at you.

“We will talk more tomorrow” he says, and he leaves you.

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[harrysgloves]

Three’s Company (part 2)

Harry Styles x Reader x Florence Pugh

>>>PART ONE<<<

Story Summary: You deal with your breakup.

Word Count: 5.5k

Warnings: Language // Angst // Pretty sure I made the reader an alcoholic // oh and you know smut!! YEAH bet you didn’t think you were getting makeup sex but oh you are. (threesome so proceed with caution, thanks)

Authors Note: I got carried away... but don’t we all when it comes to them? Anyways, feedback is always wanted and deeply loved. Hope you you guys like it!! xx

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"Is this color too moody?" You asked your neighbors cat that was lounging in your living room.

The midnight black ball of fur lazily blinked open his eyes long enough to croak out a "meow" before going back to sleep. Your head nodded in agreement as your 5th beer bottle of the day pressed against your lips.

"No, you're right. It's allowed to be moody." You agreed with the very large, very old, cat who always wandered over to your apartment. His owner, Ms. Thompson, gladly let you babysit him for a few days after she came to your door to find him the first night. Your blood shot, tear filled eyes when you answered the door, fully gave away the fact you'd been crying for the last few hours. 

A bowl of Tupperware with hot chicken noodle soup laid on your doorstep the next morning along with the first gorgeous bouquet of flowers. 

It had been four days since your break up with Harry and Florence. Four days of sleepless nights, alcohol filled days, and meaningless activities to keep your mind off how you were feeling.

Four vases of flowers that you couldn't bring yourself to throw away sat on your cluttered counter. The delicate petals were starting to turn brown around the edges from your lack of care. The notes on each one seemed to glare at you everytime you walked to your fridge to grab another drink.

Each one a variation of, "I'm so sorry. -H"

"When we broke up it was for totally different reasons. I wanted to raise the kids Jewish; you wanted to sleep with men." Debra Messings' voice and the horrible laugh track of 'Will and Grace' filled your lonely apartment. Your comfort show played on repeat. The same jokes, the same voices, the same fucking void in your heart.

It'd be four days and you felt like you were a second away from losing mind.

And sure, maybe, you could have called them. You could have said you overreacted and that you messed up so badly. Instant regret hit you as soon as you had walked out his door.

You'd get over it, get over them but it didn't seem to be as easy as you originally thought.

Everything reminded you of them.

"Love this one." Harry said the last time he'd spend the night with you. Your favorite record played softly in the background when he placed the needle down on it.

"Oh, this is one of my favorite episodes!" Flor cheered as she ran out of your kitchen to the living room at the sound of a 'Friends' episode starting.

"Got yeh this when I was out today." Harry handed you a dumb pen holder. A small Julius Caesar that had pens jetting out of his back.

"Take this before you freeze." Florence mumbled as she moved your blanket slightly off Harry and towards you while you all cuddled in your bed.

Everything that reminded you of them had been boxed off, separated, put away somewhere else until you could look at it again. You were left in an almost barren house that no longer felt like a home, with a cat, that wasn't even yours, sleeping on your coffee table that was littered with empty beer bottles. All while you drunkenly painted your walls at 2 in the afternoon. 

How did shit get this bad?

The sound of a knock at your door called you out of your mind. An instant sinking feeling started in your chest as you walked across the floor. The wave of alcohol that ran through your system calmed some of the nerves but not all of them.

They wouldn't show up here, right?

You could feel the sweat starting on your hand as it rested on the doorknob. Another knock came from the other side of the door made you jump in your skin. 

"You haven't answered your phone in four days! Open up!" One of your brothers yelled from the hallway as his fist pounded on your door. You rolled your eyes as you stood there debating if you could avoid him. Your plan to stay as quiet as possible quickly went to shit. 

"Y/N, do not make me call dad." Your other brother, the one who's slightly fucking scary, voice boomed through your door like it wasn't even there.

You threw your door open to the absolute shit show that was your family. All four dumbass brothers stood outside of your apartment door. All four let out a simultaneous sigh of relief before walking into your very messy apartment.

"Jesus." Jason, the youngest, breathed out when the smell of alcohol hit him right in the face. His nose scrunched as his worried eyes flashed over the room.

"Did you drink an entire liquor store?" Tommy, the one you were closest to, asked as he scanned the damage done to your living room and what the hell you'd been doing to your liver the last four days. 

"Shut up." You mumbled as you sat down on the floor, the couch was deemed unusable by you until further notice. Way, way, too many memories on that dumb thing.

Raphael's lips pursed as he studied the new living room color. He didn't even bother to hide the fact he was judging your meltdown as he turned to you.

You two were the closest in age. You were only 6 months older, and were both adopted at the same time. It definitely didn't make getting along as children necessarily easy. The both of you butted heads so much the other 3 acted more like referees than siblings. Which is why the room seemed to shift dramatically as he turned to you.

"So, you stonewall your way out of a relationship and then ignore everyone who checks on you?"

"Here we fucking go." Jack, the middle child and probably the most sensible brother groaned as he sat down cross-legged on the floor. His head rested in his hand as he stroked Marshmallow's black fur.

"Hey! We said we weren't going to bring you if you started a fight." Tommy snapped right before Jason interrupted.

"He has a point, Tomás."

"Like you haven't had your heartbroken."

"She's the one in the wrong!"

"No she isn't!"

"You can't defend her forever. She has to own up to her shit."

You groaned, your head laid back as you listened to them argue about you, right in front of you. 

There wasn't enough alcohol in the world to deal with this.

"Get out." You said as you stood from your place on the floor, all eyes darted to you as you demanded for your own space. 

"Wait, what?" Tommy asked as the rest of them looked at you like you had magically grown three heads.

"I said, get out. I'm not listening to this. You guys want to fight, go to dad's." You opened your front door, held it wide open for all of them to filter out. Each one gave a sad or sympathetic smile as they left.

"Y/N, I think you should really give them anoth-" Jack tried to reason with you before you shut the front door, hard. The slam echoed through your now quiet apartment as you stood there yet again, alone. 

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Your hooded eyes stared at the same spot on your ceiling. Your back rested on the cold hardwood floor of your wrecked living room. Your head swam with a fuzziness that only happens when you spend too many days on a bender.

You were fucked and your heart, your soul, hurt in a way you didn't think was possible. 

You could feel the prick of tears starting again in your eyes as your mind ran over everything. The good times, the bad, the moment you wished you could take back.

Why did you leave that damn house? You could have at least let him explain.

You sighed as you sat up. The uncomfortable feeling of the room spinning only got worse as you shifted forward to grab the drink you'd poured earlier. The glass pressed against your dried out lips as the same laugh reel ran in the background.

Was this your life now? You wondered as you sat on that cold floor of your apartment. You used to be okay with nights like these. You used to be fine being alone.

Now, the silence felt like a stab to the gut.

Your phone that laid on the table vibrated non-stop. The worried texts of people who loved you flooded your phone, you were worried about you too but you couldn't admit it.

Why did this hurt so bad?

Was it because you'd never experienced a loss like this before?

Or was it because deep down, shut away in the corner of your mind you dared to never go to, you knew exactly how you felt about them? And it scared the shit out of you.

You gulped down the rest of your drink. Not wanting to begin the vicious cycle of why you were so quick to give up on them. Why you were so determined to leave before any explanation could be given. 

Fucking hell, you needed therapy.

Your shaky legs walked over to the TV, turning off the reruns. Your glass placed on the edge of your coffee table as you made your way to your bathroom. A hot shower would always fix everything. 

The stream of warm water pounded against your back as you sat in your bathtub. Your mind fluttered around the idea of taking a job that required you to permanently leave the country for a while. Maybe you could fall in love with a nice coast side in Italy or a small Cafe in France.

You didn't notice the sound of your front door opening or the footsteps in your apartment. Your eyes were already so heavy. The steam of the shower only made the low lullaby of sleeper louder in your mind.

Sleep and everything will be better. 

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You woke up the next morning in your bed. The bright sun burned your eyes as you blinked away the foggy feeling of sleep that still lingered around you. Your brain felt like a pile of mush as you reached for the bottle of water you kept on your side table.

How did you even get to bed?

The last few days had blurred together into a muddy picture. Everything jumbled together; drinks, painting, TV, organizing your kitchen, looking at apartments in foreign countries online.

"Morning!" Your brother chirped happily as he walked into your room. 

You could have literally jumped out of your skin. You screamed, loudly, almost falling out of the bed.

"What the fuck!" 

"I came back last night and you were asleep in the shower!" He said like you were the dumb one. "A thank you would be nice."

"Why are you in my apartment?" You asked, but only received the blankest of stares back. You knew why he was here. "I don't want to hear it."

"Too bad. Obviously, you need to hear it 'cause your apartment smells like a bar and you haven't talked to anyone in almost a week." He shrugged as he sat on the edge of your bed. The black ball of fur you'd eventually have to give back to your neighbor wasn't far behind him. Small black paws circled around you before he found a place to sleep comfortably.

"This sucks." You mumbled after a bit of silence. You could tell Jack didn't want to push you. Usually, this was a thing Tommy would handle but for some reason, the tribe had sacrificed Jack to be the emotional voice of reason this time.

"You know," he said as his hand ran through Marshmallow's fur. His teeth bit the inside of his lip as he debated what to say for a second before continuing. "you could just admit you were in the wrong and go apologize. I mean, you clearly fucking regret it." 

"I don't." You answered so quickly even Marshmallow didn't believe you. His green eyes stared in lazy disbelief. "I mean I do but… I don't know, Jack. It's weird 'cause I'm so sad but… what if this never gets better? What if it's always like this? Like, we're always struggling to be a normal couple?"

"You're not a normal couple so why would you try to act like one?" 

Your eyes shot to his at the words that poured out of his mouth so carefully. You'd never thought of it that way before. Your brows furrowed as you stared back at the bed. 

Was there a chance for you to make this work with them?

"Look, Y/N, relationships are fucking hard no matter what but you can't just… walk out on people before they get a chance to hurt you."

"I didn't."

"You did. It's kind of your thing, you know?" He smiled softly to you. Not condescending or in a know it all way, in the way only a sibling could without getting smacked. "Not that it doesn't make sense but if they made you happy, maybe you should try to hear their side of it."

"When did you become the smart brother?" You teased with that wide smile across your face.

"Right after I came out of the closet." 

"Shut up." You said through a laugh. The first one you'd had in days. That weight that laid on your chest seemed to have lifted a small amount.

Maybe, just maybe, you could talk this through with them.

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You stood on the same doorstep you angrily stormed across not even a week ago. The pink door that you used to love, suddenly felt like a door to the electric chair. 

Maybe you couldn't do this.

You sighed, your eyes darting back to the old Camero you loved just a little too much. Arms crossed over your chest to keep you warm as you stood in your place. You knew you couldn't go back to your apartment this quickly without getting asked questions. 

Raphael, Jack, Tomás, and Jason were all waiting for your post-breakup meltdown if this didn't go well. Each one said they'd stay with you on rotation shifts until you felt better if you needed it.

Which was sweet, but you kind of wanted to rot in silence and alcohol if this went as badly as you thought it was going to. 

Your tongue grew thick as your stomach churned. Your eyes closed as you sighed heavily, your ass plopped down on his front steps, head rested in your hands.

You didn't know where to even start when it came to talking to them. Your feelings were hurt but you shouldn't have walked out without giving them a chance to explain. You didn't want to feel like the odd man out but didn't want to broadcast your relationship. 

The whole thing was messy and complicated. You wished so hard that it'd be easy. That talking about what you felt would be easy.

But you knew it wasn't, it never was, at least not for you. You shoved all your emotions down and kept chugging along your whole life. You pretended everything was fine, even when it wasn't. Which was exactly what ended you up here in the first place.

If you would have told them sooner they would have ended the PR shit.

"Hi." The thick accent from behind you startled your thoughts for a second but you didn't turn around. Your fingers messed with the edge of the rip in your jeans as your eyes focused on the crack in his sidewalk.

"Hi." You said quietly after what felt like a full minute of silence. You heard him let out a small sigh, his feet shuffled forward until he sat down quietly beside you.

You tried to not look at him, knowing if you did you'd burst out into tears. So you stayed focused on the ground, the dead leaves that floated along the road, the grass that was getting crunchy from the cold weather. 

"Y/N, 'M-" he started but you waved your hand to get him to stop. Your head rested against his shoulder that tensed up from your touch. 

You didn't want to talk for a second, just a second. You breathed in the familiar smell of him, the cologne he always wore was faint on his skin. The sleep shirt he wore was your favorite, you realized. The blue sweatshirt always made his eyes look so beautiful.

"I missed you." You said into his shoulder. Your lips brushed against the soft fabric as you spoke. 

"'M missed yeh too." His voice cracked as he rested his cheek against the top of your head. His fingers laced through yours as you moved closer into the warmth of him. "Flor's inside if y'wanna talk."

You sighed, you knew you needed to talk, knew you had to talk about it. You just didn't want to. The feel of him being close to you again, the intoxicating smell of him near. 

Your head lifted from his sweatshirt, only to see how rough he'd been doing himself the last few days. His bloodshot green eyes had large bags under them. His scruff on his face, messy brown curls. He'd done just as bad as you.

You only caught sight of his lips for a second before saying fuck it. Talking could happen later, you'd missed him so much.

Your lips pressed against his with a force that knocked him backwards for a second but you didn't care. No, this was the most "at home" you'd felt in days.

He felt like home.

His lips molded to yours so perfectly, once he got a hold of himself. His hand slipped to the back of your neck to pull you closer to him.

Your heart felt like it was going to pound out of your chest as your lips parted, welcoming him back. 

He pulled you up with him. His hands around your waist, lips still connected with yours as he walked the pair of you inside.

You wished you could slow down the moment. The way he was holding you tightly to him, like he never wanted to let you go again. The fleeting feelings ran through your mind but they all ended the same way.

You fucking loved him, so much.

All your energy was going into not crying from your surge of emotions. The rush of adrenaline was intoxicating, your shaky hands danced in the messy tangle of his unkempt brown curls as you tried to hold onto that shred of sanity you had left. 

"I missed you." You breathed out when you came up for air. His forehead pressed against yours, his body crowded yours to the wall. "God, I fucking missed you." 

He chuckled, a slight smile on his now swollen lips but you couldn't help it. It was the only thing your brain could come up with besides how sorry you were for not giving him a chance to explain.

"Miss me any?" Her voice made you look around Harry. Her arms crossed over her chest but that hint of a smile smoothed across her lips as she leaned on the doorway that led to the entry.

"Wanna see how much I missed you both?"

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Maybe this wasn't necessarily the healthiest way to deal with your problems as a couple. But at this moment you could have cared less what a therapist would say about your tendency to avoid things that were important.

You laid on your back, your legs wide open, toes digging into the mattress as Florence's tongue pressed a wide thick lick through your folds. Circling around your bundle of nerves before slipping into you. 

You would have moaned out loud, if it wasn't for the dick rammed down your throat. Your head laid off the side of the bed, your vision upside down as Harry's pulsating member slid down your open and waiting mouth. His hand around your neck, squeezing himself.

"Missed fuckin' yeh throat, pup." He groaned out as his hips snapped against your spit soaked face. He backed out long enough for you to catch your breath before shoving his way back in. Your abused throat would hate you for this in the morning but right now you didn't care.

"Feel good, baby?" Flor asked as her finger curved inside of you, hitting that sweet spot that always made your eyes roll back. She didn't have to ask if it felt good, she knew it did, she just wanted the bragging rights of who gave you the better orgasm of the night.

Harry's member pulled out of your throat. You tried your best to catch your breath as he crouched down to your level. His hands doing the best they could to wipe away all the saliva that ran down your cheeks. Playful green eyes met yours.

"Gonna cum, sweetheart?" He asked even though he really didn't need to. The sound of your moans alone was enough to tell you were close.

"Mhm." Was all you managed to get out, your hands threaded through Florence hair as her mouth joined her fingers. Your eyes closed as you got closer to your high, your skin raised in goosebumps as she did that fucking flicking, swirl, of her tongue that always did you in.

"Good, 'm gonna make you cum harder than that." Harry's words faded in your mind as that crashing sensation washed you away. 

Florence scoffed as her head lifted from between your legs. The back of her hand wiped your juices away as she rolled her eyes at Harry.

"Good fucking luck trying to top that one." 

"Guys," you groaned, your hand over your eyes. "Supposed to be makeup sex, not a competition." 

"Can be both." Harry mumbled under his breath, quietly, but you still caught it. Your eyes glared at him as you turned around on the bed.

"Shut up." You mumbled as you reached forward, your hands around his neck as you brought him up to your level. Your mouth enveloped his quickly to stop the argument.

You pulled him onto the bed with you two. His knees hitting the edge before climbing up the rest of the way as your tongue took control of this kiss. It didn't happen often but when it did you ran with the opportunity. His mouth following your lead until you pulled away slightly, your teeth catching his bottom lip softly causing him to moan.

"Fuck," he cursed as you pulled away that sweet smile on your face like you didn't know that he loved that.

Florence came behind the pair of you, her lips pressed against your shoulder, up your neck, small love bites left here and there before she took the chance to kiss you when Harry pulled away. Her hands pulled on your waist, tugging you down to the bed to lay on your back.

"Ready?" She asked as Harry stroked himself, the nod of your head was all he needed to hoist your legs up. His pulsing tip ran through your folds as you reached for Florence, your arms wrapped around her thighs as you pulled her down on your mouth.

Harry continued to tease your opening. His tip slipping in and out of you easily as your tongue ran rapid through Florence's pussy. Her wetness was almost to the point of dripping down your face. You groaned as you pulled her by her thighs down harder onto you as your tongue circled into her hole. Fuck, you missed her taste. 

You heard the sounds of their kissing, her moans, before he finally pushed his way into you. Your walls clinging around him immediately, pulling him closer into you, making him hiss lowly.

"Jesus, she always so fuckin' tight." His hands embedded themselves into your thighs as he held you open for him. His fingers pulled back the lips of your pussy briefly before you felt Florence shift forward, her core off your mouth as her tongue circled your clit.

Your loud, unabashed moans filled the room. Your mind clouded with nothing but desire and lust, barely functioning at all. Thoughts weren't making sense, you were going based on instinct when your fingers slipped into her cunt that was inches in front of your face.

Harry's grunt and groans as he fucked into your tight cave halted for a moment, his erection pulled out of you briefly. The unmistakable sounds of your girlfriend choking on your boyfriends cock filled the room.

You moaned at the sound, your core clenched as your fingers finally twisted into the right angle. Her velvet walls pulled you in as she tried her best to keep breathing around Harry's thick member.

"Fuck, keep doing that." He panted, accent thick, voice deep with pleasure as you hit that spot in her again. A flood of her arousal coated your fingers as she let out another loud moan, her body slacked on top of you as Harry pulled out of her throat. 

You weren't prepared for when he thrusted himself back into you. Your moan cracked as you gripped tightly onto Florence's thighs. 

"Told yeh I was gonna make you cum harder." He mumbled as Florence let out a laugh. She rolled over to lay beside you, her lips lazily kissing yours the best they could through Harry's rough thrusts into you.

"Make her cum harder than I did and you can cuddle her tonight." Florence smirked, her hands ran over your hair as you pouted.

"Deal."

"Hey! I wanted to cuddle both of you." Your head shot off the bed as you glared at the both of them, who were both very very clearly taking their competition too far.

Leave them alone for four days and you come back to them acting like children.

"Tomorrow night, sweetheart. I got somethin' prove." Harry smiled as he leaned down to you, his lips capturing yours before you could protest, a roll of his hips had you moaning.

Maybe this bet wasn't that bad.

"Yeah, proving I'm better." Florence scoffed again, adding fuel to the fire as her hand leisurely traveled between her legs. A soft moan passed through her lips as Harry basically growled at her through his teeth.

You rolled your eyes at her as she gave you a shrug and a smile. His length pulled out of you again as he lifted you up, switching you over to be on top of him.

He was pushed back into you in less than a second, his hands grasping the round flesh of your ass tightly as he leaned you forward into his chest. His legs pushed himself upwards, hitting your sweet spot every single time.

You were thankful he pulled you into his chest. Your moans rolled easily as his hands dug deeper into your skin, you were teetering on the edge with in minutes. His gruff groans as his sensitive pulsating member pushed into you only added fuel to the fire. 

"Come 'ere, baby." He said as he slowed down his punishing pace his hand left your bum, fingers slipped into Florence's mouth for only a few seconds before finding their way back to you.

The pressure from his finger prodding into your back hole had your eyes rolling in the back of your head. The deep, low, sound that resonated in the bottom of your chest had a smug grin on Harry's face.

He knew he'd won.

His finger and along with his cock fucked into you until you could hardly register your own name. You could feel your heart beating in your core, your nipples so sensitive you could barely stand to have them brush against his own chest. 

Harry hummed as you seemed to lose yourself in the feeling of your mounting high. Florence's hand between her legs, stroking herself faster as her lips pressed to Harry's.

You felt a pressure in your stomach you'd never felt before, building and building, ready to bust any second. You didn't even have time to warn him when you felt the dam release. Your head floated in the clouds as your juices ran down him, soaking the bed.

"Well, fuck, I've never made her do that." Florence mumbled after Harry's final thrust into you. His gloating laugh filled the room as you laid limp.

"Told yeh so." He cooed as his hand ran down your back in soothing circles. Florence kissed softly on your shoulder, your arm, wherever until your eyes finally focused on her.

"You okay?" She asked as she brushed away the hair that was stuck to your face.

"Mhm, wanna sleep." You whined, your head pressed into Harry's shoulder tightly as you felt him soften inside of you. Your hips shifted to move off him but his hand quickly pressed your ass down again.

"Go to sleep, darlin'." He kissed the top of your head before he nuzzled into your. Florence arm wrapped around the both of you as Harry opened one arm for her to cuddle into his side. 

>>>

"Mornin', sweetheart." Harry hummed as he rounded the corner to his kitchen. A quick kiss placed on Florence's lips before he picked up the cup of tea she already had made for him.

"Morning." She mumbled into her cup. Her legs pulled up beside her as she sat on the counter. 

"Wot's wrong?" He paused before taking a sip, his eyes studying her as she sighed.

"It's just…" she stared at the coffee pot that hadn't been used in a week. The steaming brown liquid dripped into the vessel below it. She sighed, shaking her head. "I woke up this morning and the first thing I did was make sure she didn't leave again." 

Harry's eyes softened, his hand ran through her hair, lips pressed to her forehead. Trying his best to comfort her which is what he tried, and usually failed, at doing all week long.

"We'll talk to her, okay?"

Flor nodded her head, her lips pressed to his one last time as they heard the door to the bedroom creak open. A shirt you'd taken out of Harry's closet hit your knees as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.

"Morning." You said as you gave both of them a kiss, your eyes more trained to the pot of delicious coffee than either one of their faces.

"Y/N?" Florence asked as you poured your first cup, the smell wafting into your senses had your knees almost buckling. 

"Yeah, baby?" You asked without turning around. The glass pressed to your swollen lips from all of last nights kissing, the warm mug felt like a relief to them.

"Can, uhm," she started, you finally turned around to see her looking uncomfortable. Her tongue wet her lips, eyes glanced to Harry before she continued. "can we talk, you know… about everything now?" 

"Right, yeah of course, we should… just-" You could feel the nerves pit in your stomach growing as you nodded towards the table. The three of you sat in your usual chairs, your usual mugs in your hands, but it wasn't an usual morning.

No, now you actually had to talk about what was bothering you.

"Right." Harry said, hoping to get the conversation started with already but the room was dead silent.

"Right." You repeated mostly to fill the awkward silence that was growing thicker in the room by the second. You could feel your ears rushing, the room was so quiet. No TV to drown out the weird atmosphere, no music to cover up the fact you had to talk about what happened.

"So, I guess 'm gonna start." Harry said after he glanced at the both of you two, seeing he was going to have to get the ball rolling on this whole thing.

"Yeh know 'm really, really, sorry 'bout the Gemma stuff. I was gonna tell her the next week after the last interview but she decided to come in early and surprise me." Your lips rolled in your mouth as you listened to him. You knew the whole time you sat in your apartment, drunk, that a version of this was what happened. "And I didn't want yeh to get hurt and 'm so sorry it seemed like I was hiding yeh away from people."

You could feel the start of tears in your eyes. You sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down from a blubbering meltdown that was about to happen. Which you might have been able to avoid if his hand didn't wrap itself around yours from across the table.

"Just," you sighed, your hand squeezed his as you tried to wipe away the tears that rolled down your cheek. "Just, I should have said it was bothering me before it got to that point and I'm sorry I didn't and I blew up then walked out."

"It's okay." Florence said softly, her other hand laced through your free one. "But… maybe, we should agree to talk about stuff a bit more."

"Yeah, think that would probably be good." Harry agreed as he scooted forward in his chair, his hand wiped away the rest of your tears. "So, yeh gonna stay, right?"

You smiled up to him, your hand laced tighter through Florence's fingers as you nodded your head.

Yeah, you think you'd stay with them.

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It's the Lease I Can Do

Platonic! Weasley Twins x Reader

BG: The Weasley twins are so close to having their joke shop become a reality. They had found the perfect location but they had hit a minor problem that could cause them everything. You want to help, but how can you when they, the birthday boys themselves had given up?

a/n: I had this idea for a almst a year now and waited til ther twins bday to write it. I hope you enjoy.

WC: 2111

>>>MASTERLIST<<<

Fred and George causing a ruckus in the common room is a daily occurrence that everyone is accustomed to. However ever since the start of Year 7, the amount of commotion these two had caused can be counted in one hand.

At first glance, it could be attributed to NEWTS or in this year's case-to a pink toad acting as High Inquisitor. Still, more and more nights the twins had claimed the back corner of the common room.

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The last remaining batch of students were making their way through Filch's checkpoint (an added security protection which also serves for Umbridge having a list of names on who comes in and out of Hogwarts). You glanced down at your watch- 2:27pm, they’re late. Weird, the twins never pass a chance to go to Hogsmeade.

You hear the castle door open behind you. Thank Merlin, you thought but instead you were greeted with a disheveled Angelina. “I’m coming! Wait!”

“Have you seen Fred and George?” You called as she ran past you.

“I think I saw them in the common room!” Angelina shouted back.

The common room? “What are they up to now?” You sighed. Stomping heavily up the stairs. “Ditching me….”

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“Oi Weaslebees! I know you’re in here!” You rounded the corner of their secret spot. “AHa!”

You caught them red handed, midway into shoving papers into their “Weasley & Weasley'' Trunk. Though what they were hiding, you weren't exactly sure.

“Y/N!” Fred greeted, grabbing onto your shoulders, effectively covering George and the table. “To what do we owe the pleasure?”

Narrowing your eyes at him. “Really?” Hands on hips you blatantly say “2:15 am, courtyard?? Ring any bells?” Fred shook his head.

Meanwhile George’s head shot up. “Oh shit, y/n we’re so sorry!”

Fred turned to his brother, still clueless on what the heck George was talking about.

Abandoning the trunk, George gave his twin a classic smack on the head. “Hogsmeade, you idiot! We were supposed to all go together.”

“OHHHH FU--” Fred knew he was screwed. “I’M SO SORRY! WE’RE SORRY.” Seizing the messy trunk, he strategized. “Right, here’s the plan: I’m gonna quickly drop this off back in the dorm while you two make your way to the gate. If you run, I guess you can make it. I’ll catch up with you two then.”

“Fred….. We’re not gonna make it” you argued.

“Not if we don’t try.”

“It’s almost 3, Filch would be closing the gates by now.” You sat down on Fred’s empty seat. “Besides we can go to Hogsmeade next time, we could just hang out here. I miss having my best lads around.”

“Awww…we’ve been upgraded from annoying pricks to best lads!” Gushed George, pulling you into a side hug.

“Yea, I could help in whatever it was you guys were doing before I came. I don’t mind.”

At that, you could feel George tense up, his arm around you dropping. “Uhhh…” He looked to the older twin, silently conversing.

You gaze between the boys, sometimes they get so caught up in their scheming that they don’t notice that to others, especially those who had known them for years that their non verbal communication is not so sly.

In the end, Fred gave his brother a subtle shake. “No, that’s alright. I’ll just put this back and we could play gobstones or something, anything you like.”

As Fred headed up to his dorm room, you noticed a piece of paper under the table. Picking it up, the header caught your eye. RE: Lease Agreement. Were the twins looking for a new home after graduation? You didn’t mean to pry. You were close friends, they would tell you if they were moving right? This is big news….you decided to brush it off until another line caught your attention. The shop premise located at Number 93 Diagon Alley. Shop? They are trying to set up shop? That’s brilliant! The twins would get to showcase their inventions to the world! You could feel your pride swell. Leasing Agreements would not proceed if tenants, Mr. Fred Weasley and Mr. George Weasley, are unable to provide an endorser by the date of 31st of March.

“Where’d you get that?” George standing across from you, gobstones on one hand and another pointing at the document. There’s no backing out now.

“It was under the table.” You explained. “I didn’t know you were this far along with the shop.”

“Yea, well it’s not happening now is it?”

“What?”

“Cmon y/n. I know you read it.”

“I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s alright. We aren’t getting the place anyway.”

“Wait what? Why?”

“No endorsers.” George stated matter of factly but you sense the pain in his voice.

“How about your parents surely-”

George laughed. “As if mum would suddenly have a change of heart. You knew how she disapproves of our inventions, calling it a waste.”

“Arthur then.”

“Mum won’t let him.”

“Anyone then?” George huffed in defeat. “How about me! I could back you up.”

“You have to be an adult with a proven financial stability.” He stated, effectively shutting you down. “Forget it y/n. The hold ends in 3 days. We’ve tried everything. Just don’t let Fred know that you know. He’s devastated. Promise?”

“I promise.”

“And no pity, sad eyes!” He added as footsteps are heard descending the staircase.

“But I suck at poker faces!”

“Then let’s hope that Freddie is distracted even to not notice.”

~

It’s been 4 days since you had sent the letter to your father.

“Dear papa,

I know that this is a huge favour to ask but I believe it would be worth your while.

So remember back in the summer when you caught Fred Weasley, George Weasley and me snooping around with the Extendable Ears but let us go because you were so enamored?

Well turns out the twins and trying to get a shop up and running! How amazing is that?

The only problem is that they need an endorser to back them up in order to proceed with the lease agreements. The are currently on hold for the Shop Number 93 in Diagon Alley until the 31st.

This is where the huge favour comes in. Could you please be their backer? You did say that you’d love to help in some part in their invention, be an investor of sorts. Please papa. I would love to do it myself but I have to wait a couple more months to qualify. Plus it’s their 18th birthday on April 1st. Imagine their surprise if it were to come through.

I’d love to hear from you soon, regardless of your choice.

Your favourite child

y/n.”

The twin’s 18th birthday was spent with absolute love and madness.

Lee had unloaded his stash of butterbeer and firewhiskey, Fred had slipped Angelina with one of their new prank inventions- which changes the person into a sickly color of vomit green, a perfect way to ditch class or events.

Upon learning that the color would last for a few days and would only fade with the ingestion of an antidote, antidote that George said they still had yet to create. Angelina (understandably) threw cake at them. The Gryffindor chaser with perfect aim, hits its mark. However, Fred using his beater skills, instinctively blocks the incoming cake.

Resulting in a wide splat zone. Fred’s arm was covered in frosting, having sprayed everyone around him in whipped cream during the impact. George wasn’t safe too, despite being across from Fred, the rebounce of the cake had made him the new target.

You had just changed into your pajamas when a tapping sound came from your window.

Your family owl, Lanny, was outside carrying a large yellow envelope.

Quickly letting him in, you gave Lanny a gentle pat and brought out some owl treats for the tired bird.

Unscrolling the note tied to his leg, you begin to read.

“My dearest y/n,

My sincere apologies for the late reply, it’s been quite hectic at work.

In regards to your favour, you need not worry. Everything is taken care of. I had met with the landlord of Number 93 Diagon Alley and had all the documents settled. I had also gone and checked to make sure the two lads aren’t being ripped off. Fred and George had picked a nice prime location.

Greet them a happy birthday for me alright? And tell them that I look forward to witnessing them succeed in their endeavors.

They would undoubtedly be bringing a lot of much needed joy into these darkening times. The people would be thankful for them.

I also had Lanny bring the twins’ copy of the Lease Agreement.

I can’t wait to see you all soon.

Much love,

Papa.”

~

Fred was grateful that their friends had retired into the night, leaving him and George to sulk into the dreadful reality.

“We were this close Georgie, this close!” Fred winced, pinching his fingers close without touching.

“I know but there was nothing else we could have done.” consoled George but even he himself was having a hard time. Number 93 was the perfect location for their joke shop. But now it’s gone.They are back to square one, scouting for locations.

“Fred! George! There you are! I have great news!” You yelled, not caring if you could wake up the other students.

“Oi Y/N! Be careful!.” Even in a bad mood, Fred Weasley couldn’t help being protective.

You banged the envelope on the table. “Surprise! Happy Birthday! From papa and I.”

“Another gift?” wondered George.

“So you don’t want it then?” You challenged, crossing your arms. You tried to look intimidating but the pajamas weren’t doing any good. “Cause I bet a hundred galleons that you’d shit your pants if you were to reject it.”

“That confident eh?” Smirked Fred, taking the contents of the envelope out. “ What do you think is so grand that Georgie and I would---BLOODY HELL! Y/N!” Fred kept looking down at the paper and up to you, unbelieving.

“What is it Freddie?” asked George leaning over to read whatever it was that left his brother speechless.

Re: Lease Agreement

Mr. y/l/n has submitted his endorsement to Mr. Fred Weasley and Mr. George Weasley.

The turnover of the leasing property of Shop Number 93 Diagon Alley would begin on April 1st …..

“Oh My- Y/n? Is this real?” George whispered, afraid that if he were any louder this dream would end.

“Yes, absolutely, 100%.” You affirmed. “The shop is yours! Opff-”

George embraced you tight, catching you off guard. You could feel your right shoulder getting wet. “Heyya big guy, don’t cry.” Running a hand up and down his back.

“But how?” Fred with brows creased was still stuck in a trance, you could see the paper shake in his grasp.

“You left the agreement noticed a couple of days ago. I might have accidentally read it. George said to not let you know cause you might get angry-”

“YOu KNEW?!?”

“George only knew I saw the paper. Nothing else.” You defended. “I thought i might try and help, so I called in a favour with papa. You knew how much he was impressed with the Extendable Ear, so I mentioned if he wanted to back you up. I only got his reply just now, said he’d love to and got onto ironing out the paperwork and viola!” Pointing at the document. “Oh and he also said Happy 18th Birthday, looking forward to your success and the people would be thankful for bringing a lot of much needed joy into these darkening times.”

“Thanks Y/n but this is a lot we can’t possibly-”

You cut Fred off before he could say more. “Oh please, you have done countless things for me. And I know what you’re gonna say- but see you would do the same for me. Besides think of this as your first investors. We want to help. We see your potential, we know you two, Fred, George, are gifted with bringing laughter and joy to people with your inventions."

"Thank you, truly y/n and to your dad too." Fred admitted, opening himself up. "No one's really backed us up with our inventions before, we've been always told off for being childish. It really means a lot."

“Hey, it’s the lease I could do.” You replied, causing the twins to chuckle immediately lightening up the mood.

It's great to see them relax again after weeks of stressing over the shop. Times might be changing but at least tonight, you got your best lads back.

~

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[nocturnaldivinationsfallingstars]

A Stray Bullet Part 1

Fandom: Gotham Characters: Victor Zsasz, female!reader, James Gordon, and an OC called Grace Warnings: None Summary: The reader is James Gordon’s sister and works for the GCPD and is dating Victor Zsasz. The reader has kept it a secret from her brother, until one day when she takes a bullet that was meant for him. Victor then shows up at James’ place to see the reader. Word count: 3,407 A/N: This is a reupload. Something’s are going to be different from the original one of this.

Sinister, dark, grey clouds rolled in over the gloomy and grungy city of Gotham as they so often did on a near daily basis as of late. The clouds barely allowed any soft golden rays of sunshine to seep through its thick layer above. As if hinting towards darker and more menacing days approaching, the once glorious city now in mourning for a much beloved family. You allowed yourself a sparing glance to the ever darkening sky for a very brief moment. A scowl creased your brow as you and your partner, Detective Grace Allen, walked up the steps of the GCPD, kicking beads of water up from the various sized puddles that formed on the worn concrete steps leading towards the tall wooden doors from the previous night.

“Looks like it’s going to rain,” you muttered out to your “close” friend.

You couldn’t help the disappointment in your voice at the lack of sunny days in the city. Grace simply grunted in return, taking a sip from the to go cup of coffee in her hand. You wouldn’t go as far as calling Grace your best-friend, after all you didn’t have that close-knit friendship that your brother and his partner have. Where they can talk to each other about their problems and such. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to have that kind of closeness with her. It more had to do with the fact that you felt as if you couldn’t; Considering how Grace would reply to your questions, or her lack of a reply, sometimes being the prime reason. 

A part of you had to admit that it had been that way since the days after your police academy training. Since the day you had been placed in the Gotham City Police Department, along with your brother James, as a detective. If you had to be honest with yourself, you hadn't expected to be placed there. In fact, there had been a part of yourself that thought you would leave Gotham for good; leave the crime and dreary atmosphere behind. To leave your brother to clear up the mess of criminals that roamed rampant through the streets of your home like a deadly disease. A disease that left nothing but chaos, pain, and death in its wake. So you can move on with your life somewhere else, somewhere less toxic.

However, you also couldn't deny the part of you somewhere deep down inside that knew you wouldn't leave. No, you couldn't leave the crime riddled streets. To some degree, that nagging part of yourself had been correct. You're still here; fighting for your city, just as much as your brother.

“Oh, you mean it is like every other typical day here in Gotham?” Grace asked bitterly, you barely heard the words escape her mouth. You were so focused on your thoughts that her voice seemed muffled. When you didn't respond as a frown came across her features, “hello?” Grace suddenly asked, drawing the word quickly waving a hand in front of your face trying to gain your attention. “Earth to [Y/N]!” she exclaimed with irritation present in her voice.

Your brows shot up in surprise and settled back into place. “Sorry, what?” you asked her, blinking your eyes a couple of times to allow your vision to clear and turning your head towards her. Grace rolled her eyes at you, shaking her head. The two of you came to a stop in front of the double doors belonging to your workplace. You grasped the long slender brass handle with your hand.

"Forget it," she replied as you wrenched the door open wide enough for Grace to slip through. You made a motion with your free hand for her to proceed into the bullpen. Grace gave a simple nod of her head as a thank-you. "You're in your own world as it is." She brushed it off.

The look that you shot her made it extremely clear to your partner that you were absolutely not in a good mood today. Not that she could blame you for being in such a terrible mood, especially with how your current investigation was going at the moment.

Grace had received a call from someone at the GCPD who had been working the night shift in the early hours of the morning on her work phone. Telling her something about a brand-new lead on your case, and that someone may be able to identify who the prime suspect could be. However, as the two of you investigated the person who had called in the lead, someone back in the office got a call about a body being found in an old run down alleyway besides an equally dilapidated club somewhere in the Narrows. 

This call had been placed about an hour or two after you and Grace had gone to check out the lead. Rendering all the questioning prior to getting the news useless and placing the case back at square one. Meaning you were, once more, looking for a new lead and another new suspect. One that hopefully wouldn’t end up dead like the other. Naturally this had put you in a bitter mood. It would have done that to anyone. You felt as if you had finally made some headway with it, only to be let down. Even Grace seemed to be angry about it. At the very least, the two of you had to wait for the autopsy results on the new body that surfaced.

You weren’t sure if you were hoping the person's death would be connected to your case or if it was just a coincidence. Knowing Gotham however, it certainly wasn’t a simple coincidence. But one could hope.

"So much for my day off." You muttered to yourself with a quick shake of your head, your hair brushing against your neck sending a tickle through you. Truthfully, it was not unusual for you to always be working when you had an open case that piqued your interest and got you overly invested in it. You amended your shift and made it so that your day off was the following week. However, with the way that the case has been progressing so far your day off may as well be postponed until a much later date. A habit that you have seemed to develop rather early on in your career at the GCPD.

"I guess we'll have to keep working," the voice of your partner sounded out, "extra hard." She added on, jerking you from your thoughts of the case and your day off being postponed once again. You sighed once again, following her into the police department. The sound of chatter and phones ringing filled the air in the bullpen. The distinct smell of coffee and smoke, from those that did smoke, bombarded your senses.

"I suppose," you huffed out in defeat, making a face at the cigarette smell. You had thought that you'd have unravelled the mysteries of the case by now; that the investigation would be over with, as you didn't want it to roll over to next week. Dropping your hand from the brass door handle down to your side, you let the door swing closed with a groan.

The inside of the police department looked just as dismal as the unpleasant weather outside. The fluorescent lights above the grey metal desks did absolutely nothing to brighten the already slightly depressing workplace up. "Look, I know this isn't what you had planned today since it is Sunday," Grace started as she pulled the uncomfortable wooden chair from under her cluttered and unorganised desk, plopping herself down with a long, deep sigh. A mischievous smile stretched its way across her pink lips. "You most likely wanted to spend the day with your boyfriend. Hell, you probably already had plans with him that you had to move to another day." She told you, as if she was trying to persuade you to confess to having a boyfriend. Her dark blue eyes followed your every move, watching as you shrugged off your copper-red leather jacket.

"Okay, I don't have a boyfriend." you countered with a snort, rolling your eyes at her and threw your jacket over the back of your chair hauling it out from under your clean, tidy and organised desk - a complete opposite to Grace's one.

"Okay, sure," Grace snickered as she pushed herself forwards in the chair, her elbows going to the desk in front of her. You couldn't help but notice the disbelief that shadowed her features.

Linking your fingers together you leaned forwards, mimicking your friend. "If I had a boyfriend, don't you think I would have told you?" You asked and offered a small sweet and slightly irritated smile, placing your chin on top of your fingers. 

"No," she answered far too quickly for your taste. "No,  you wouldn't."

She got you there. It was, to you, too private to say to anyone. Puffing your cheeks out, your eyes darted down to the case file on your desk. "Well, I don't have a boyfriend." You told her once more, this time your voice holding conviction in hopes that she would stop bringing it up and believe you for once.

Your hopes soon shattered when it didn't make her stop. In fact, if anything, it merely served to make her talk about it all the more. Her attempts at convincing you to confess to your secret boyfriend becoming all the more clear now.

Grace snickered, shifting in the chair and lowering the hand that had been propping her chin up on the table. She reached a manicured hand towards the never-ending tower of paperwork piled high on her desk. "Says the person who takes private calls and checks her phone every few hours during a work day," she teased, grabbing the first file on the messy pile.

You squeezed your eyes together tightly, sucking in a deep breath of stale air and released it. You had to admit you really hated the fact that she took notes on literally everything that you did when she was around.

With a gentle shake of your head, you opened your eyes to find her grinning at you. "It's called having other friends. Some of which want to talk to me privately," you stated matter-of-factly. This caused Grace's top lip to twist upwards at your words.

“I loathe you,” you grumbled out, pushing yourself away from your desk with ease. Firmly planting your hands flat on the cool surface of your desk, on either side of the case file in front of you. Your chest heaved as you breathed out a couple of deep breaths. Your eyes scanned the buzzing police department. A few criminals sat in the cramped jail cells in the corner beside one set of stairs leading to your brother’s and his partner’s desk. A couple of criminals sat in handcuffs at some desks run by other officers. Nothing too out of the ordinary there. But it seemed to be a tad quieter today than it typically would be.

“You don’t loathe me,” your friend replied in a sing-song voice. “If you just admit to having a boyfriend that you don’t want anyone knowing about, then I can drop this whole conversation.” Your fingers pressed against the desk, turning the tips of your fingers white.

"Who has a boyfriend?" James asked absently as he came to a stop beside your desk, letting his heavy hand fall to your shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze. His eyes darting towards the wide-open door of the captain's office. You looked up at your brother and tilted your head to the side as your eyes followed his gaze and stayed fixated on the door. After a long time, you averted your gaze towards James, quirking a brow at him questioningly. 

Evidently your brother hadn't paid attention to who had spoken just a couple of minutes ago. He gave a slight wave of his hand, like he was waving off your unspoken question. "[Y/N] has a boyfriend, but she won't admit it," Grace responded, sending a wink your way.

Reaching up you slapped the palm of your hand against your face, a growl of frustration escaping you. "For the last time, I do not have a boyfriend." You protested with a loud groan.

James chuckled half-heartedly at your misfortune, shifting his hand from your shoulder and up to your head, giving you a pat on the head as he so habitually did. "I highly doubt she does," he spoke up, directing his attention to your partner. "I would have known if she did have a boyfriend. We tell each other many things after all." You smiled triumphantly as James confirmed your point-blank lie.

For a moment you allowed yourself to wonder if he completely believed you didn't have one. It would be ignorant of you to assume he didn't think otherwise, you hadn't mentioned anything to him. Therefore, in a way it would be extremely unlikely if he didn't believe it. You almost felt terrible for not coming clean to your brother. He's usually so sweet, lovely, and supportive of all your boyfriends when you tell him you're seeing someone. But this is considerably different to the previous ones because the man that you're dating is an extremely dangerous hitman, the best there is in Gotham. A hitman that works for none other than Don Carmine Falcone himself. The kingpin's personal hitman that he calls upon whenever he has some 'business' to take care of, which is almost daily. The name that belonged to the hitman that you're dating is Victor Zsasz. 

You weren’t entirely certain if Victor and your brother met in the past. But you knew for a fact that if James had encountered him before, then he wouldn’t be too thrilled about your current choice in men. James would presumably try his best to convince you to stop seeing Victor, or even get involved himself. For now, however, you wanted to keep it a secret from both James and Grace. 

"I have got to go, okay?" James asked you, not that he needed permission to go. It was more to let you know he's done with the conversation. You gave a soft hum and gentle nod of your head in response. James pat your head once again before walking away from you and by Grace. He nudged her arm on his way by, "don't tease her too much, or she'll never open up to you." He told her and Grace hummed in acknowledgement to his piece of advice.

"Hey, it's rude to call me out like that!" you called after him, only to get a wave of his hand in response.

Grace snorted out a laugh of amusement at your expense. "Don't say a word," you exhaled as a warning and pulled yourself closer to your desk. You pressed your lips together as you scanned the small pile of files and paperwork to your right and then down to the file that sat in front of you begging to be opened. **At least my pile is smaller than Grace's** you thought to yourself.

"I wasn't going to say anything." she hummed out, the corner of her lips curling up into a barely noticeable smirk, her eyes more focused on the pieces of paper she had in her hands. 

"No, but you were thinking about it." Grumbling, you flipped the file in front of yourself open, grabbing one of the two pens from the pen holder on your desk swiftly. Slowly and quietly you sifted through the pages of paper while anxiously awaiting the results from the medical examiner.

"[Y/N], you do realise I just want us to have a similar kind of friendship and closeness that Jim and Harvey have right?" Grace suddenly inquired out of nowhere. Your eyes snapped up from the papers and over to Grace hesitantly. 

Leaning back you carefully placed the pen on the desk next to the now scattered papers. 

"I understand that," you nodded, your tongue daring out between your lips to moisten them since they suddenly felt dry. Your brows shot up in surprise at the sudden change of conversation. The fact that Grace had actually told you that she wanted the same kind of friendship as Harvey and James was surprising. "I do understand that, but I don't want to tell you everything right away. I will in time though, just give it... well, time." Grace nodded along, listening to you explain.

"Things right now, for me at least, are a bit... all over the place."

"That's fine and all, but don't make it seem as if you don't trust me. That you don't want anything to do with me." The tone of her voice changed in a matter of seconds. Annoyance, hurt and anger dripped from her words. You knew you were acting a bit cold and stiff towards her. You never meant to make her feel as if you didn't trust her or that you didn't want to be friends with her. 

Reclining back in the chair which creaked under the shift of your weight. "I didn't mean to make you feel like that," you started to tell her, hoping you could tell her about the fact that her lack of replies made it seem as if she wasn’t exactly welcoming the idea of being friends. Without a word she stood up from her chair and turned to walk away.

Pressing your index and middle finger to your temple, you exhaled sharply. That wasn't how you were expecting things to go today with Grace. Usually she would try to get you to joke about something. Every so often it worked and other times it didn't work out that way. 

“Great going there,” you muttered to yourself in a hushed voice, shifting in the chair again to get comfortable. Gradually you lowered your hand back to the cold metal desk, deciding it may be better for you if you got on with your work. Talking to Grace about it could wait for another time. You went to pick up the pen and to sort through the pages, when the sound of three sets of foot falls caught your attention. Now, this wasn’t an unusual thing to hear in a police department, plenty of people walked in and out of the department on a daily basis. However, these foot falls sounded familiar to your ears.

When a loud knocking sound of knuckles hitting one of the many metal desks came from behind you, you and everyone else on the first floor of the department turned around quickly to see who it was that demanded the attention of the entire GCPD. Your eyes landed upon two women. One was dressed in a leather skirt, a bra looking corset and black combat boots. The other woman looked as if she was wearing a netted dress with an under bust leather corset and black combat boots.

A look of confusion and recognition passed over your features, replacing the frown that had formed from the previous with Grace. You recognised the two women from when you had first met Victor; he had just finished a job, and the three of them exited the alleyway. You had walked into Victor by accident, too busy arguing with your brother over the phone. You and Victor introduced yourselves before going your separate ways. If your memory was serving you correctly, Victor referred to the women as the Zsaszettes.

“Oh fuck,” you muttered out breathlessly, saying this more to yourself than anyone else in the bullpen with you. Your eyes landed upon your very own secret boyfriend. Victor stood in the middle of the room, his hands balled into fists by his side as he looked around the dull room. A couple of workmates close to you spared a sideways glance once they heard you speak, questioning and puzzled looks on their faces. It wasn’t long before their attention went back to the tall, pale man in front of them. Victor looked satisfied with the attention he had gained.

You did have to admit, Victor dressed up in his black suit, with his braces hanging loosely behind him looked hot as all hell. And ever so slightly intimidating. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, an effect he seemed to have on you from the very start.

[dessarious]

Guilt and Consequences

Okay, so this is just something that wouldn’t leave me alone. It has absolutely nothing to do with my other fics and may actually be a one shot. (We all know that’s not something I do but hey I can hope). Anyway, I’ve always hated the way Lila’s character was done. For so many reasons. The biggest issue I had was that there’s never any explanation for her personality. Sure, there is a small percentage of people that are straight up evil, but not many and it’s lazy writing to make a character, villain or otherwise, with absolutely no reason to be the way they are. If you’re not going to flesh out a character don’t make them a focal point period. Okay I’ll stop ranting now. This is in no way canon, nor is it meant to be.

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“You told her what?!” Adrien flinched as Lila yelled in his face but she didn’t care. This idiot had completely destroyed all her plans with no thought what so ever. How had things gotten so bad?

“It doesn’t do any good to put more pressure on the situation. I told Marinette that you’d come around once you got the attention you wanted, so she should just let it go. Take the high road.” She was dangerously close to punching him in his sanctimonious face. The only thing stopping her was that getting arrested for assault wasn’t something she wanted to experience right now. Not to mention she now had to try and fix this insanity.

“That is quite possibly the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. Ignoring things may work with paparazzi but that is not how you should deal with anything else. More often than not ignoring a problem just makes it worse.

“I’ve been ignoring Chloe’s bad behavior for years and she’s getting better.” Lila felt like her head was going to explode. As good as Adrien was in science he apparently didn’t understand causal relationships. The boy was far too dense to survive in the real world.

“As I understand things, Chloe didn’t start improving until Marinette stood up to her and Ladybug called her out on her bad behavior. Your enabling simply allowed her to continue what she was doing without consequences. People don’t change without a reason Adrien. Most need a pretty enticing incentive to do anything out of the norm.” She couldn’t deal with this anymore. Lila knew that she wasn’t going to make him see the error in his thinking. Everyone thought of Adrien as a ray of sunshine but she’d seen first hand how hard he held onto ideas even when all the evidence pointed to the opposite conclusion. Instead she turned and walked away as he yelled justifications at her back. She knew he wouldn’t actually follow her because his ride should be there any second. He wouldn’t risk getting in trouble, no matter how much he wanted her to agree with him.

She didn’t even know where she was going at this point, just wandering randomly while she thought. Everything had gotten so out of hand. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before and she had absolutely no idea how to fix it, or even if it could be fixed. She didn’t think so. It’s like the perfect storm of stupid, incompetence, and compliance had coalesced into this mass of insanity that she couldn’t see a way out of. Why did everything have to be so complicated? She’d done the same thing dozens of times with the exact same result. Why did things have to turn out so differently this time?

Before she knew it Lila was standing in front of a building she had no wish to enter. She knew she had to, but honestly she would rather step into traffic. Still, if there was any hope of salvaging things this was where she had to start. She just hoped she’d be able to get out some sort of explanation before they threw her out. She took a deep breath before opening the door.

“Good morning! What can I do for you dear?” Lila hesitated. Surely Marinette had told her parents about what was going on, right?

“Madam, my name is Lila Rossi. I was hoping to talk to Marinette.” There was absolutely no recognition in the woman's eyes. What the hell kind of alternate reality was she in? From everything she could gather Marinette had a great relationship with her parents. Even if she had let Adrien talk her into staying quiet at school, why would she hide what was going on from them?

“Of course, and you can call me Sabine dear, no need to be so formal.” She followed as Sabine led her up the stairs at the back of the bakery and into a little apartment. Lila had lived in a lot of places, but not one of them had ever said home the way this tiny space did. “Marinette’s room is up there. I have to get back down to the bakery, just knock before you go in.” Lila could only stare at the woman’s retreating back in panic. There was no way Marinette wanted her of all people anywhere near her room. She’d expected Sabine to get her to come out here. She looked back at the trapdoor with no idea how to proceed.

Eventually she worked up the nerve to climb the stairs. A few minutes and many attempts later, she managed a timid knock. There was a muffled ‘come in’ and Lila almost had a heart attack. Now what? Against her better judgement she slowly opened the door and poked her head up. She saw Marinette hunched over her sewing machine, not paying any attention to who had entered. But what caught her attention was the bruise on Marinette’s cheek and a strip of gauze around her forehead. Lila’s anger from earlier reignited with a passion and before she knew it she was in the room standing directly behind the girl.

“How could you listen to that moron’s advice?” She winced the moment the words came out of her mouth. That was not how she wanted to start this. Marinette jumped and actually fell off the chair. Lila flinched back at the fear in the girls eyes when they registered who she was.

“Wh- What are you doing here?” Marinette’s eyes were darting every which way, looking for escape routes or something to defend herself with most likely. It hurt knowing that this was all her fault.

“I… I didn’t mean to scare you.” Then why did you yell at her dumbass? “I’m here because…” Why exactly was she here? She really should have planned this out, or at least had any idea of what she was going to say. “I’m here because I need to apologize to you, and I think you deserve an explanation for why I apparently destroyed your life.” Marinette’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief. Lila couldn’t blame her.

“You want to apologize to me?” The skeptical tone caused her to break eye contact. It was well deserved but Lila didn’t even know where to start. She was a selfish creature by nature so apologies didn’t come naturally, but this was something that needed to be done.

“Yes. I’m sorry for everything that’s happened to you because of me. I never thought…” She couldn’t continue. No apology and no explanation was good enough for what Marinette had gone through because of this mess. Lila didn’t even know everything because apparently the class had been bullying Marinette for over a month but they’d kept it from her because she was too ‘nice’ and wouldn’t have approved. How did you even begin to make up for something like that?

“You never thought what? That your plan to take away all my friends would affect me? That you making my school life a living hell would hurt me?” The girl sounded pissed and Lila couldn’t blame her but the tone sent her into her defensive mode anyway.

“I never thought anyone would believe the garbage coming out of my mouth!” Marinette blinked at her in confusion, all the fight suddenly gone.

“What?” Lila sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. Where did she even start? None of this was going to make sense to Marinette. Honestly she wasn’t certain it made sense to her anymore either.

“I should probably start at the beginning.” Marinette motioned her to continue. “My mom is a diplomat, that wasn’t a lie. She’s something of a fixer. Basically when a situation has escalated too far they bring her in to smooth things over. Because of that she gets moved a lot more often than most. I think the longest we’ve lived in one place is about nine months.”

“And that makes it okay for you to lie and bully people for no reason?” Bully? She hadn’t considered that before. From Marinette’s perspective she understood why she said it though. Especially after the bathroom incident. Lila winced.

“I didn’t mean to… The lying has a purpose but I’ve never had to escalate things before. It’s not an excuse, I should have considered things better. I just…” She just what? She’d just been so focused on her goal that she hadn’t bothered to look at the collateral damage. Hadn’t even considered that there would be. “Look just let me explain, then you can yell at me.” If she didn’t get this out now she wasn’t sure she’d be able to.

“Fine.” Lila shifted nervously as Marinette’s full attention was focused on listening to her. Having that much animosity directed at her was extremely uncomfortable.

“So when I was little the moves were more frequent. Because of that my mother hired tutors and enrolled me in online classes rather than try to attend school. There didn’t seem to be any point in having me adapt to a new place and teachers every couple of months. About three years ago things slowed down a little and she decided it would be good for me to socialize with other kids. Despite my best efforts, I was enrolled in school. I hated it.” That was a vast understatement. The curriculum wasn’t advanced enough and the kids were all immature and annoying. The teachers were boring too. Not to mention that she was used to learning at her own pace and having the ability to choose subjects that actually interested her. School was basically torture.

“I wasn’t happy and told my mother so but she thought I just needed time to adjust so she basically told me to suck it up and deal with it.” She’d had a perfectly researched and reasoned argument but her mother wouldn’t even listen to her. “A couple days later a boy was annoying me. He refused to leave me alone after I’d told him many times to stop and eventually I snapped and punched him in the nose.” It had felt really good at the time.

“Really?” Marinette sounded somewhere between horrified and amused and was obviously trying to keep a straight face.

“Really. I was sent to the principal and he called my mother. I was expelled because they had a zero tolerance policy for violence. My mother was not happy with me and lectured me about solving my problems in a different way, but she let me homeschool again because she wasn’t certain how long we’d be there and didn’t want to go through the effort of finding another school. I thought I’d won, until the next time we moved and she put me in school again.” Once again she’d argued to be allowed to stay with homeschooling. Once again her mother had ignored her.

“Let me guess, you just walked up and punched someone the first day?” Lila let out a snort of amusement and shook her head.

“No. Mother made it very clear that physical violence had far too many repercussions, so I had to get creative. I read the school rules trying to find the easiest way to get thrown out. I tried disrupting class constantly, but that just landed me in detention. So then I tried stealing. That got me thrown out quickly enough, but it also could have had legal ramifications that I didn’t understand at the time. My mother made it very clear to me after though.” Yet another fun conversation where her mother talked at her and wouldn’t let her get a word in edgewise. Lila couldn’t understand how she could be such a good diplomat and still have no idea how to listen to her own daughter.

“So you got to homeschool again?” She blinked at Marinette for a moment before nodding. She’d gotten lost in her own thoughts. “But I’m going to assume it didn’t last.”

“No. Every time we move she tries again. I don’t understand why she bothers. The next few schools I refined my technique. I found out that lying was the easiest and least complicated way to get thrown out quickly. They just don’t want to deal with it. Each school has slightly different thresholds but I found that obvious misinformation coupled with lying about medical conditions usually got me back home within a week. I thought I had it down to a science, until we moved here.”

“So wait… you’ve just been trying to get expelled this entire time?” Marinette was looking at her like she’d grown another head. Lila wasn’t surprised. To anyone else what she did sounded insane and maybe it was a little. But it worked and she was a very results driven person. “What about the Akumatizations?”

“What about them?” Lila couldn’t figure out what that had to do with anything.

“If you wanted to be found out, why were you so upset you became Volpina and Chameleon?” Lila winced. She’d watched the limited footage and remembered how she’d reacted after. She’d been disoriented and confused and had just lashed out.

“I was expecting Adrien to call me out. The necklace I showed him came from his father’s line after all. I misjudged how involved he was in the industry apparently. I wasn’t expecting or prepared for an actual Superhero to call me out. I’ll admit I reacted badly, but in my defense I didn’t know then how little it took for Hawkmoth to Akumatize someone.” That had been a less than pleasant realization. Maybe she should try and apologize to Ladybug after this as well. It wasn’t the hero’s fault that Lila couldn’t deal with normal social interaction and lashed out when she felt threatened.

“And Chameleon?” Lila winced at the soft question. She still didn’t know what she’d been thinking when she’d threatened Marinette. Well that wasn’t completely true but she didn’t realize how far she’d gone until she saw the Akuma.

“You were the only person who seemed to have a spine and didn’t believe the bullshit I came up with. I was trying to push you into reporting me to the teacher or convincing everyone else that I was lying. I’ve never been in a situation where people actually thought that my lies were real before. Looking back it was a stupid thing to do.” And wasn’t that an understatement. “After I left I realized how harsh I’d been and was coming back to make sure you were okay when the Akuma phased through the wall and straight into me. Apparently my being mad at myself for overreacting was enough to let him in, again.”

“Why keep lying though? You had to have realized it wasn’t working at some point so why keep doing it?” That was a really good question and she didn’t have a good answer. Lila ran a hand through her hair in frustration.

“At first I thought that I just needed bigger lies. I also expected the teacher or principal to call my mother and verify the ‘disabilities’ I said I had. Other than that I guess it was just habit. It’s what I’ve always done in that situation and I didn’t know what else to do if I’m being honest. Everyday I’d tell myself that today was when everyone would see through the bullshit. That’s also why I started lying about you.” Once again, in hindsight it was an extremely stupid move. Marinette looked confused.

“You’ve been lying to the class about me thinking it would make them realize what you were doing?” Yeah, it was a really stupid plan.

“Yes. I did my research. Everyone loved you. You were the class rep for crying out loud! I thought that lying about you would get them to at least think things through. I mean they’re supposed to be your friends. They’re supposed to know your character well enough to question it when someone says you’re doing something so completely off track from your normal. I didn’t expect them to believe me without question and I absolutely didn’t expect them to retaliate and hide it from me.”

Marinette’s head snapped up in shock. She was looking for something in Lila’s eyes but Lila wasn’t sure what it was. The girl's expression softened suddenly and before she knew it, Lila was on the receiving end of a crushing hug. What the hell?

“If you’re trying to suffocate me there are easier ways to do it.” The words just popped out and Lila winced again. So maybe her mom had a point about her needing more social interaction. It still didn’t mean she should be forced to endure school. She felt Marinette let out an amused huff and pulled back.

“So what brought on this need to come clean?” Lila’s eyes automatically went to Marinette’s injuries before snapping away to the wall.

“Alya slipped and told me what they did last night. I went to Adrien first since he knew Ladybug called me out to try and get him to make the others see sense, or at least help you protect yourself. That’s when he told me what he said to you.” She felt her anger resurfacing just thinking about that conversation.

“That’s what you meant.” Lila just blinked at Marinette in confusion. “When you first got here you yelled at me about taking a moron’s advice.” Lila winced at the reminder but nodded. “Apparently you’re not the only one prone to making mistakes and snap judgments.” Her tone was dry but still held a trace of amusement. Lila wasn’t certain what to make of it.

“I’ll text my mother and have her come here after work so I can explain what’s going on to her and your parents.” It was the least she could do. There was no way to fix this, but at least she could come clean.

“You can’t do that! What if one of them gets Akumatized over it?” Lila just frowned at Marinette. She couldn’t be serious. Her worried expression said otherwise.

“You can’t keep letting people hurt you because you’re scared how they’ll react. Hawkmoth is going to keep using people and that’s not your fault. It’s not your job to make everyone happy, especially not at the expense of your physical and mental well being. They need to know what’s going on so you can get out of that toxic school environment.” Marinette actually rolled her eyes.

“Just because you don’t like school doesn’t mean it’s a toxic environment.” Lila stared at her in shock. Marinette was serious. The phrase ‘what the hell’ was quickly becoming her new mantra.

“You’re kidding right? Your teacher avoids her job at all costs by making the class police itself. She blames the victims for things they have no control over because it’s easier than actually confronting someone. The principal hasn’t once tried to call my mother to verify absences or illness. That’s not even including your classmates who have gone full Lord of the Flies over a bunch of lies.” How could she possibly think any of this was okay? Marinette seemed confused as she mulled over Lila’s words. How long had this shit been going on?

“I suppose it may seem that way to someone walking into it, but I think your prejudice against school in general is part of your viewpoint. Things have always worked themselves out before and I’m sure everyone will come around eventually.” She was going to have an aneurysm. Apparently Marinette was just as bad as Adrien at holding on to things despite the evidence. She reached out and gently touched the gauze on Marinette’s forehead.

“They could have killed you. Alya especially is prone to acting without thinking things through or caring about the consequences. It’s why she posted all those ridiculous interviews. Honestly I’m surprised she hasn’t been sued yet. I took care of the site though.” She wasn’t even paying attention to the words coming out of her mouth, too focused on where Marinette’s blood was seeping through. This was all her fault.

“What do you mean you took care of the site?” Marinette’s tone was off but she couldn’t place the tone.

“Hacking is one of the things that I actually like doing. I took down everything with me and purged it from her harddrive. I also took down that stupid picture of Ladybug and Chat kissing after Oblivio. It’s not much but it’s as much of an apology I could manage to Ladybug even if she never knows who did it.” Alya had ranted for days about the Heroine’s denial. It was beyond annoying at the time.

“Why do you want to apologize to Ladybug?” Lila blinked at her before letting out a sigh.

“After my Akumatizations I said some things… let’s just say I wasn’t in a great headspace. I tend to go feral when I feel threatened. Add that to the whole lying and keeping in character to get expelled… She has enough to deal with without hormonal teenagers mouthing off at her.” Marinette was studying her again and Lila couldn’t read her expression at all. It made her more nervous than she would have thought.

“I still don’t think we should tell our parents. Maybe we can turn things around ourselves.” Damn it. The girl was out of her mind.

“That school is a breeding ground for bullies and narcissists. The administration needs to be held accountable for their neglect or who knows how many others could get hurt. There needs to be consequences or things will never change.” There was no way they could fix this themselves. She wasn’t even sure teams of lawyers and therapists could fix this at this point. Marinette was frowning again. Lila wanted to convince her this was the right thing, but if push came to shove she would tell the Dupain-Chengs the truth so they could do something about this. Her mother would just want to bury it to keep Lila out of trouble. Marinette’s parents would do what they had to to protect their daughter, at least she hoped they would.

“I don’t want anyone else getting hurt… Maybe we can talk to the principal. If we say we’re going to look into a lawsuit or call the police, maybe he’ll change.” Lila rolled her eyes.

“He won’t take anything seriously coming from two teenagers. Look, I realize your self preservation instincts aren’t very strong but you need to tell your parents what’s going on. If nothing else you can transfer schools. Honestly, you probably should.” She looked devastated at the thought and Lila’s guilt came back full force. She knew that she couldn’t control the actions of others, but if she hadn’t worked them up they never would have gone after Marinette of all people. They say ignorance is bliss for a reason. Marinette probably would have been perfectly happy not knowing what her classmates were capable of.

“I can’t just leave my friends.”

“What friends? The only person who has bothered to tell me to back off is Chloe. Something about you being more fun to square off with when you actually have a spine.” That girl was at least what she seemed. Lila could respect that far more than Adrien’s fake personality. In his defense she didn’t think he was doing it out of spite, he’d just been playing a part most of his life and probably had no idea who he was, let alone how to be himself.

“They didn’t mean it. I’m sure once they understand the situation they’ll calm down.” There had to be a way to get through to her, but Lila was getting far too frustrated to think things through properly. As usual, her mouth went into gear before her brain.

“If we tell them what’s going on now they’ll just transfer all that anger to me, assuming they don’t think you threatened me into backing up your story that is. Sadly, I have a feeling that it’ll be the second.” She would be fine with the first honestly. It would give her a reason to have her mother pull her out of school. Unfortunately given the class’s track record she couldn’t chance it. Alya could easily whip everyone else into a frenzy if she decided Marinette was forcing Lila to back her version of events. The girl hadn’t been able to find the truth yet so there was no reason to think she would come to her senses now.

“I suppose you’re right. I wouldn’t want them going after you.” She couldn’t have heard that right.

“What?”

“What you did was wrong but you don’t deserve to be bullied for it. I don’t want to be part of the reason that would happen.” Her supposed friends attacking her didn’t phase her at all, but the thought of those same friends bullying the person who’d set them on her in the first place caused her to pause. Lila would never understand that mindset.

“So can we at least talk to your parents about what’s happening? This has gone way past too far and I really don’t think we’ll be able to stop it by ourselves. Please.” Marinette finally nodded and Lila felt a tightness in her chest loosen. It wasn’t enough, but it was a start. 

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[almostperfectshark]

Well Guys,

Where do i even begin to start... My life has been hectic, wild, and absolutely crazy these last few years. I dropped everything I had in Michigan at 18 years old and moved to Montana for a guy who i actually happened to meet on this website. Tumblr... Who knew right? I’m sure there’s probably a lot of you that have found love out their on this website and if your happy I’m happy glad it worked out for ya but sadly it didn’t for me. You know that feeling when you meet someone online who you instantly vibe with and have conversations with and it feels like you’ve known each other for years?? That’s the kind of feeling I had when I met this person. I won’t drop his name because to this day he continues to “stalk” me. He manages to find all my social media platforms no matter how many different emails I used he finds all of them.. I of course skyped him and made sure he was who he said he was or so I thought.. He was real physically but emotionally he was completely different if that makes sense. We talked for hours upon hours day and night every spare second we had so I ended up moving to Montana and I’m a Michigan gal so that is quite a distance. I left everything I had behind my family, my friends my college I was enrolled in and about to start, my drivers license ,EVERYTHING. Prior to me flying out to Montana he talked about a poly relationship and I have been in a poly relationship in the past so I was thinking about giving the okay but didn’t give the okay to him yet. Not only does he show up with two random strangers I’ve never seen before or knew their names wouldn’t you want to pick up your partner alone and not with two people she doesn’t know? Well we get in the truck after I grab my bags and of course I’m wanting my first kiss with him but it’s kind of awkward to share that moment in front of some strangers ya know? So we get to the house and I can’t stand it anymore so I finally lean in and kiss him and look behind me to hear them say “Don’t stop because of us” that was a little weird. We go inside and his mom is still awake poor thing ( I honestly miss her so fucking much) she introduces herself and hugs me and welcomes me. We go into his room in the basement and do our thing the next day goes by and I start to become good friends with we’ll call her Sara so we get on the topic of the best sex we’ve ever had and she tells me the best sex she ever had was with my bf and he tries to deny it and I threaten to go back home since I haven’t even been there for two fucking days he begs me not to so I decide to invite Sara over to confront him in front of me and she does and she ends up making him tell the truth he then proceeds to cry hysterically and starts telling me he doesn’t want to lose me and ends up punching a wall in rage and probably self disappointment they leave and I decide to forgive him even though this happened the day before i got on the plane. I was already half way across the map and wasn’t willing to give up and make a fool of myself for some guy I met online. He changed for a little bit before I moved out there he was a manager at Sonic but when I showed up he wasn’t working anymore so I took on the reigns at that point of bringing in an income. At first I started at a sporting goods store and I loved it I miss that place so much it was such a cool and rad place sadly it closed down because we were a sister store and we weren’t bringing in enough income to their liking. From there I moved on to a organic grocery store and that place was boujie as all hell, at first I thought they were all nice people but lord does that change It’s kind of funny and sad at the same time how much people can change within a matter of seconds. Most of the items in that store didn’t have barcodes to scan you had to remember individual numbers for every damn thing every piece of candy,nuts,fruits,veggies. There was a girl who came in every single day who helped get me the job she worked in the medication department super sweet girl actually named Sara lol but not the same sara as above. She would come in every single day crying this woman would bust her ass at this place and she was a manager and never got a higher recognition for any of the shit she did ever they literally treated her like garbage. She was the only one who would help me with any questions I had unlike my other manager who thought she was all that and a bag of chips. She was from the U.K. her name was Fran this woman was a fucking bitch one of the most two faced people I have ever met in my life. This woman would literally have her cashiers me or the other closers ring up a bunch of groceries for her and put them in bags and then she would carry them to her car and told us she would pay for them the next day well guess what she never paid for them and she continued to do this for days so I started asking the other cashiers who she had do it as well and they said that she checks herself out... that seems a little fishy why don’t you trust us doing it? Do you go back and delete items? I think she started to catch on because this woman threw me under the bus every single chance she got about me not wiping my belt down which I did and how I didn’t wipe down all the bins down good enough. She found every excuse to write my ass up and I got tired of it I was tired of coming home and crying everyday. So I called in and quit. My partner at the time had a couple disability’s but nothing that prevented him from working he claimed he filed for disability but alas never did even after 5 years. At that point guys I was fucking numb my heart sank to my chest every fucking feeling I ever had for this man was starting to deteriorate and fast. I didn’t find this out until after we got married. Yes married.. trust me I know I should’ve known better I should’ve thought twice but he was my first love and trust me I have learned my lesson. He also loved pills anything that could get him high he would take pills, shrooms, acid, he’s tried a couple questionable things. This guy was so addicted.. I just wanted to feel numb I wanted to get out I caught him talking to other women multiple times I wasn’t perfect either and two wrongs don’t make a right but I never physically was intimate with anybody. He got me hooked on pain killers bad we would do them everyday together and that’s the only thing that kept me going from the emotional abuse and the fucking trauma it’s inflicted on my mental health.  Thankfully I’m a little over a year sober. The most shocking thing that has ever happened to me in that marriage and the point to where I felt like I was shit on the bottom of his shoe was when we needed help bringing in an income so we made an ad looking for a roommate. Big mistake, We found someone almost immediately my partner and I are attracted to both sexes this guy wanted to grab dinner with him and meet him in person. I was never invited and I told him I wasn’t comfortable with it because the messages this guy was sending him were very very flirtatious. He ends up taking his friend Jesse with him he goes to the bar and comes back quite fucked up along with the guy to check out the room who happens to keep rubbing on my fiancee at the time. I was not liking this shit at all so I started screaming at him to get the fuck out of my house since I’m the one who pays all of the bills and mind you we also have other roommates upstairs who are absolutely amazing. What does my fiancee do at this point? He locks me in our fucking bedroom my roommate comes downstairs and asks where I am and finally gets this guy to leave. We eventually got our own place because I thought that would help again nope it was only a couple streets down from his moms house too. My family finally after years decided to visit me and it was a flight or fight instinct and I was done. Packed what I could in a backpack told him I was going back to visit with my family and kissed my dogs one last time and when we were almost to Michigan I told him I was done. Please don’t give me any shit about the way I left I honestly didn’t have any other choice I was out of chances I was out of efforts I was drained. He continued with the “I’m going to kill myself if you don’t come back” how it’s going to be on my hands he even went as far to send me photos of blood all over a back seat of a car that looked like a murder scene he found on google. I deactivated his phone and he still tried to contact me through email etc. We are currently going through a divorce and I pray to god he signs those papers and lets me move on. If you read this I appreciate you so much and thank you for taking the time to read this I have many more stories to go if you’re interested about anything else. My current partner, my family, my life now anything and I will write about it. Thank you again.

[jennygirl2014]

One Way Ticket-Part 2

Wrote this 2 part fic for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor​ and her writing challenge.  My prompts were airplane + choking.  This is a dark fic, with elements of CNC. Heed the warnings: NC-17, sexual content, CNC, choking, drugging, kidnapping. Hydra Steve Rogers.  If you’re not cool with it do not proceed.  I’m serious.  

              Your body was rocking gently, perhaps you had fallen asleep in the hammock you had been laying in.  The breeze off of the ocean had likely rocked you to sleep. Peaceful, tranquil silence and slumber were starting to leave you.  But everything was dark.  Why was everything so dark?  Your head was throbbing, your throat was dry.  But it was the darkness that bothered you.  And then you realized you weren’t rocking gently in the breeze; your head was just spinning.  Something was wrong.  And as if someone had fired a gun next to your aching head, it all came back to you.

The thud of your body hitting the floor brought you back to consciousness. The air left your lungs in one giant puff and you coughed while trying to fight your eyes open.  There was a terrible taste in your mouth.  Your arms and legs couldn’t move, and then you realized there was rope around you.  

The plane.  The passengers.  The stranger. The hijacking.  It all came back to you.

Your eyes flew open and you looked around, seeing that you were back in the plane, where you were before you drifted off.  You panicked and started to fidget, trying to free your arms and legs.  

“Stop squirming.” A cool somber voice grabbed your attention.  Your eyes landed on a pair of legs just a couple feet away from your head.  The man, the stranger, was sitting on the floor, going through what looked like your carryon bag.  And what you thought was a stranger, now looked to be someone you had met before.

“Captain Rogers…” your voice was still weak, “Is it?”

“You finally figured it out.” He continued to rummage through your bag, not even looking at you.  In your defense, you had only seen him in person once or twice.  But this made absolutely no sense.  Why would Captain America hijack a plane?  And who were those other men? You had to know the answers, now.

“What the hell is going on here?” you demanded.  “Why aren’t you helping the civilians?”

“Because I’m not here to help them.  I’m here to take them.” He spoke so calmly.  

“Take them where?  Where are we going?!” your voice grew louder.  

“I thought you looked familiar.” His voice hid a certain amusement, and he smiled as he held up your driver’s license.  “Becky, huh?” he started to go through your wallet more, and then he pulled out the card he was looking for, the one you kept hidden.  “Bingo,” he presented it to you, as if you didn’t know what he had found, “Agent Y/N… retired agent of SHIELD.” It was merely for sentimental reasons that you held onto your old identification card, it held memories and pride of what you once were.  Before the collapse of SHIELD, you were one of their finest.  You were one of the few with the pleasure of working with Steve Rogers. Until now.  He chuckled and put the card back in your wallet.  “Why hold onto that?  To take trips down memory lane?” he taunted.  

“Why are you doing this?  This isn’t SHIELD…”

“You’re right, this isn’t SHIELD business.” He closed your carryon and looked you dead in the face.  “It’s Hydra’s.”  You shivered when his words hit your ears.  It couldn’t be.

“Captain Rogers… this isn’t you….you’re not a part of them.”

“Actually, I am.” His words were heartbreaking.  You went silent, out of fear, out of doubt, out of astonishment. You saw what this man did for his country.  Why would he change sides?  The questions kept buzzing in your head.  “Sanders!” he called out to someone, and a man with a gun quickly approached.  “Her name is Y/N… see if you can access the cargo hold and bring up her suitcase.”

“Yes Captain.” The man hurried away.  

“What are you doing?” you asked more questions.

“That is something you don’t need to know.” Steve refused to respond.  

“I’m a US air marshal.”

“Yeah, a terrible one.”

“Let these people go.”

“Can’t.  We have plans for these people.  But I haven’t quite decided what to do with you yet.” His eyes locked onto you with a sinister gaze.

“These are innocent people.  The people you used to fight for.  Don’t do this.” You tried to reason with him, but he only smirked and shook his head.

“You know, if anybody was going to save them… if anybody was capable… it would have been you.” He mockingly pointed a finger.  “Air marshal, ex SHIELD agent… you’re trained on how to deal with hijackers and Hydra.” He tutted you and he shook his head. “Too bad you had to have a drink. This all might have gone very differently if you had just done your job.”

His words hurt, deep.  He was right.  You were their only hope, the only real savior those passengers had, and you failed. Your lungs and heart ached from the truth.  Those people could be good as dead if you didn’t think of something, and think fast. You did not want their deaths on your hands, on your conscious for the rest of your miserable life.  You were too good an agent to let anything like this happen.  Yet it already had.  Your self-loathing was interrupted when the henchman came back with your suitcase and dropped it in front of you.  Steve thanked the man as he walked off.

“Let’s see what you’ve got in here.” Steve unzipped the suitcase and adjusted his seat on the floor to a kneeling position.  You were sure he was looking for weapons, or any means of communication.  The very items you had been thinking about in the back of your mind.  It was like he was a step ahead of you. He moved clothes around, pulled out bottles of soap and shampoo, and then he held up the skimpy monokini you had bought specifically for the trip.  “Shame you won’t get to wear this.” He chuckled to himself as he tossed it to the side.  

“Where are you taking us?” you realized you had no idea where you were headed.

“I don’t have to share that with you.  But I will say this, it’s not the tropics.” He offered very little if nothing of an explanation.  You shifted your body enough to sit up and lean against the back wall.  He eyed you carefully. “Don’t get too comfortable.”

“What, are you going to throw me off the plane?” you challenged him.

“I haven’t decided yet.  Could be fun.” He challenged you right back.  Your eyes landed on the passengers gathered at the front of the plane.  You tried to count them, but it was hard from where you were sitting.  And then you saw it, the crimson colored liquid on the floor in the front, and your own blood ran cold.  

“How many did you kill?” you forced the words out past your dry lips.

“Only one.” Steve answered as if that person’s life meant nothing.  And maybe it did mean nothing to him.  The realization shook you.  You lost someone.  Steve’s face turned back to you slowly, as if he was trying to read you. “And if you make yourself an issue, we’ll make it more.” This was a man of command; he knew what you would do. If it was your life versus theirs, you would be willing to cooperate or lay yourself down on the line.  You turned back to him a sneered.  

“What happened to you?” he ignored your question and kept going through your things. “You used to be a good man.  A hero.  When did you become Hydra scum?”

“Keep testing me.”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“Maybe you should be.” He warned.  And then he broke out into a hearty laughter, and it startled you. You wondered what was so funny. He held up a rather intimate item of yours, sporting his find for you to see.  Your bright pink vibrator was there in his hand, exposed and in the open.  He waved it around jokingly, giving himself a good laugh as your cheeks turned red.  “Party girl, huh?” he teased as he clicked it on, and you heard it buzzing. “I’m surprised you got through security with this.  Then again, maybe being an air marshal has its perks.” He clicked it off and tossed it back in the bag. “Hawaii, drinks, skimpy bathing suit, vibrator…” he turned back to you with a curious look, “Let me guess, bad break up?”

“Fuck you.” You spit.

“Don’t say it unless you mean it, doll.” He went back to work.  “And look what I’ve found.” He held up your communicator from when you were a SHIELD agent.  At first glance it would appear you held onto it for nostalgic reasons, but you knew if you hit that button, someone would answer.  And apparently so did he.  “Once an agent, always an agent.” He smiled as he cracked open the little plastic device.  He pulled a couple wires and eventually pulled out the tiny chip inside before dropping it to the floor and crushing it under his foot.  You swallowed the lump in your throat.  

“Satisfied?” you hissed in his direction.

“Not yet.” He retorted as he pulled out your laptop.  

“Oh, come on!” you protested.  “That wasn’t cheap you know!  And why destroy it if you’re going to kill me anyway?” He shot you a look, and you drew quiet as the wheels started turning in your head. “Maybe you haven’t decided what you’re going to do with me…but what are you going to do with them?” you nodded towards the innocent civilians.

“Some will be recruited, others won’t be.”

“You’d kill innocent people?”

“If they refuse.”

“I don’t believe you.” Your words came out like venom.  

              As if on cue, there was commotion from the front of the plane, directing both your attention and his.  The hijackers rushed over to grab one of the men who was attempting to free the other passengers.  They grabbed him and threw him to the floor.  “Excuse me.” Steve stood up and went to walk away, but not before dropping your laptop to the floor and stomping on it.  You would have winced at the crunching sound from under his feet, but you were too preoccupied with the safety of the passengers.  You looked on in horror as the man was hit in the face with the butt of someone’s rifle, and then they started kicking him mercilessly. You had to do something.  It was your job to protect these people.  

“STOP!” you shouted at the top of your lungs from where you sat.  But your voice barely carried over the hysteria. “Don’t kill him!” Steve still approached, and you had to think of something.  “KILL ME!  Kill me instead, just leave him alone!” Steve stopped in his tracks and turned back to you; he must have heard you.  He raised a hand to stop his henchmen, and they obeyed. His eyes burned into you, making you question yourself and the words that had slipped from your mouth.

“You would die for these people?” he quizzed you.  You gulped before answering, mustering what could have been faulty courage.

“I’ll do anything I have to…to keep them safe.” Your voice may have shaken a little.

“You didn’t answer me.” He quickly advanced towards you again.  You stayed silent where you sat, counting his footsteps until he was kneeling down in front of you again.  You did your best to hide the panic that was building.  “I asked you a question…agent.”

“I’ll do whatever I have to do.” You finally found words, just loud enough for him to hear.  

“Choose your words wisely.” He warned as he raised a finger in your face. “Now…answer the question.” His tone shook you.  You wanted to fight him, to fight back, to spit something terrible in his face, but you were quiet.  Your heart was threatening to break out of your chest as he eyed you.  “I see the fear behind those eyes.” He spoke softly, but his tone stayed the same.  “You’ve got guts, I can admire that.  But you’re not about to give your life for these people.  People you don’t even know.”

“You used to do it.” The bitterness came out so naturally, and it temporarily granted you more courage, so you continued, “I guess someone here has to be what you can’t.”

              Your glare met his.  The heat from his eyes was equally matched with yours.  You were convinced that there was nothing else he could say to scare you, and you had taken the wind out of his sails.  At first, he was silent, maybe stunned, maybe disappointed that he didn’t win that little exchange.  You thought that was the end of it, until his hands swiftly moved to his belt buckle.  You looked at his face, which held a cool smirk, and then at the people behind him, who were all busy looking back at you.  You read their faces, the passengers looking horrified, the henchmen looking entertained, but then you were distracted when his belt looped around your neck.  He pulled up on the excess of his belt, making the loop go tight around you neck, and you gasped on what little air you could before he cut off your supply.  “On your feet.” He demanded, still pulling up. Your head was forced up, and the pain and lack of oxygen sent adrenaline rushing through your body.  “I said on your feet, agent!” he yanked, and somehow you found the strength to lurch forward onto your knees.  It took you a minute to establish your footing while your legs were bound, but Steve pulling up on your noose aided you.  

              You only had a second to catch your breath before he dipped down and swiftly picked you up by wrapping his arms around your hips, and then he threw you over his shoulder with ease.  Your head was spinning, both from his swiftness and still trying to catch your breath.  The faces of the concerned passengers were the last thing you saw before he carried you into the tiny bathroom and spun to slam shut the door.  The last time you were in that small lavatory, you thought you were going to get sick, but now you thought you were going in there to die. Why did you have to let your attitude and your lip get the best of you?  Who would help those innocent people now? Steve set you down roughly and spun you to face the mirror, to face your fate.  

              Your face was flushed and glistening with sweat, your hair was a frizzy mess and that belt around your neck sat loose enough for you to see the mark it had left when he pulled you up.  And behind you, he stood with all the power and authority you were lacking.  With your hands and legs bound, and that leather around your neck, you had no control. “Tell me you’re not afraid to die for them.” His voice fell onto your pounding ears and all you could do was pant.  “I know you’re not prepared to.  But that doesn’t mean you’re not afraid to do anything else to spare them.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a large knife, he spun it around, making the metal glint in the reflection of the mirror.  Your entire body ran cold.  “Hydra has no need for someone like you.” The knife vanished behind you and you held your breath, waiting for the sharp pain without the visual warning, but it didn’t come. Instead, you heard the sound of the knife cutting through fabric.  You shuttered and puffed out the air you were holding, soon realizing he was cutting through the back of your jeans.  “But that doesn’t mean I don’t.” he gripped the fabric and ripped it wide open, exposing your flesh.  

“No!” you half yelled, still feeling out of breath.  The knife was at your throat in a second, pressing against your skin to the point where you were afraid to breathe.  

“Scream, and I will kill every last one of those passengers.” He put his lips to your ear and you felt his hot breath on your sensitive skin.  You felt your bottom lip beginning to tremble. “Now I’m offering you a trade.” His voice took on a more soothing tone.  “I’ll spare them…” his free hand roughly gripped your ass, his fingers digging into your left cheek, “For a little of this.  I think that’s more than fair.” His eyes met yours in the reflection, and you realized the position you were in.  He had all the power, all of the control, and you had none.  You hated how pathetic you looked, how helpless you felt, but you were still more concerned about the lives of those innocent people still on the plane.  You already lost one person, and as far as you were concerned, that was blood on your hands, could you let the others die?  It was your responsibility to keep them safe, and you had already failed. “Deal?”

You had to force the answer past your lips. “Yes.”

              He pulled the knife away from your jugular and stepped back behind you, and as you felt him cut the fabric of your thong, the last remaining fabric covering your most intimate places, you wondered what you were getting yourself into.  You diverted your eyes from your reflection, choosing to keep your focus on the faucet inches from your face, to avoid watching your humiliation unfold.  His hands brushed against you as he fumbled with his fly, and your breath hitched in your throat.  The soft and firm head of his cock brushed against your slit and you stiffened up.  He sensed this and reached his hand down between your legs, pushing his fingers through your lips until he found your clit.  “You’re not ready for me, darling.” He made a comment regarding your lack of arousal.  His fingers worked your clit back and forth, applying enough pressure to make you squirm and clench your thighs together.  A pathetic whimper involuntarily left your throat, and you heard him chuckle.

              His fingers ceased on your now tingling bud and he drew them back through your fresh wetness.  He hummed with satisfaction as he drew his hand away and gave you a quick slap on your right cheek.  You felt him line himself up with your opening and braced yourself for what was coming.  Slowly he eased his tip inside of you, and you already felt your insides stretching. Your jaw clenched and you winced as you felt him push in even further, damn he was thick.  Another pathetic sound escaped you when he pushed in another inch, the stretching causing a pain you hadn’t felt in a while, it was almost like being a virgin again.  He slammed both hands on either side of you on the counter and leaned his hips in more, stuffing his length deeper inside of you.  You wondered how on earth there could still be more of him to take.  His hips met yours as he bottomed out, the thick head of his cock pressing painfully against your cervix.  “Shit, you’re tight.” He growled, you could see him gritting his teeth in his reflection, his jawline dimpling.  He pulled out only an inch, and pushed back in without any courtesy.  

              That was only the beginning of what was in store for you.  It only took him a moment to set a steady pace, his shallow thrusts got deeper, punishing you and reminding you who had all the control.  Your body jostled with every hit of his hip, almost knocking all of the air from your lungs.  You wanted to be quiet, to hide your humiliation from everyone else, but the force he was using on you pushed the sounds right out of you.  A clanking sound came from his belt buckle hitting the porcelain on the sink as it hung low and loose from around your neck.  You clenched your bound fists helplessly, wishing you had something to grip onto to steady yourself.  His assault didn’t slow, he would withdraw from you, leaving you almost empty, and with a quick snap of his hips he filled you again.  “Don’t act like you’re not enjoying this, doll.” He grunted at you, his voice only shaking slightly from the movement in his hips.

“You son of a bitch!” Your voice carried louder than you expected, bouncing off of the walls and echoing in the small space.  He wasn’t about to let your insolence go unpunished, and he swiftly grabbed the excess of his belt and pulled it taught.  The leather squeezed against your skin, constricting your airways once again. You squeaked as the last bit of air escaped you.  

“You don’t have to talk for me to enjoy this.” He expertly wrapped the leather around his fist, “In fact, you don’t even have to breathe.” He taunted, tugging even more.  

              The panic was hitting you in full effect now, adrenaline coursed through your veins as oxygen left you.  Your sensed were dialed up to 11 as your body went limp, you became a ragdoll for him to play with.  He impaled you, over and over again, using your body for his own selfish gain.  The repeating emptiness and fullness was too much to handle.  Steve grunted and moaned behind you, using his other hand to grip onto your hip, bruising your skin just as the belt was.  Small sounds still escaped you, squeaking and mewls slipping past the leather vice around your neck.  This only spurred him on more, making his animalistic sounds grow louder. Maybe the passengers didn’t hear you, but they definitely heard him, which was embarrassing enough.  He took no issue with everyone else knowing how much he was enjoying himself.  This was all about him, there would be no enjoyment in this for you.  Or so you thought.

              Maybe being bent over that sink in that tiny bathroom and being choked while the super soldier was rawing you to death wasn’t killing you as much as it was thrilling you.  A familiar heat and tightness started to coil inside of you. The belt loosened momentarily, allowing you to gulp in what air you could before it went tight again.  “I think you’re enjoying this more than you’d like to admit.” His voice carried over the noise and hit your ears.  “The way your pussy is milking my cock, I’d think you’re about to come.” He taunted you more.  “Go ahead, I’ll be nice.” He loosened the belt again and you puffed out all the air in your lungs before drawing in another deep breath.  He tightened the belt again, making your head spin.  That wasn’t what he was looking for.  You felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, how was this even possible? Your eyes started to roll back in your air deprived skull.  Your lungs started burning and you swear you saw stars. “Do it.  Come.” He commanded you.

It was the last thing you needed.  Despite not getting enough air, that coil inside you snapped and your body started to tremble with the waves of your orgasm.  Small grunts and whimpers slipped through your throat, although Steve didn’t let up on that belt.  He never skipped a beat either, penetrating you with just as much force as your pussy spasmed and greedily gripped onto him.  Your tight, slippery cunt quivering around him pushed him over the edge, and he snapped his hips into yours as he grunted.  His grip on the belt eased and you found air again, gasping in and releasing that air in a long pathetic whine that may have sounded more like a moan.  The heat of his cum being spilled into you hit your senses just as they started to find you again.  A cry escaped you against your will, the shock and embarrassment slapping you in the face.  

              He finished riding out his orgasm from deep inside your twat, and his hands moved up to your shoulders to grip you and pull you closer to him while he leaned down to reach your ear.  “I think I’ll keep you.” He panted deep into your ear, giving you goosebumps.  Your eyes landed on your reflection, your sight was still blurry but you couldn’t ignore the redness in your face, or the tears that had managed to slip down your face. You weren’t sure if the tears were from being choked, being humiliated, or from surviving one of the biggest orgasms of your life.  Just to rub it in even more, Steve ran his hot tongue along your cheek, tasting one of your lost tears.  He finally pulled his cock out of you, and you winced from the pain.  You were sure the pain would be lingering for quite some time, but the pain of your broken will would last longer.  

              Your legs were like jelly, and you sank down onto the floor.  Steve tucked himself back into his pants, standing over you and looking down at you like a cat admiring its wounded pray.  You couldn’t bare to look him in the face, not with the mark around your neck and his cum leaking from you.  Once he zipped his fly, he ran a quick hand through his hair and turned to walk out of the bathroom, slamming the door shut again once he left, leaving you there to wallow in your own humiliation.  You stayed very still, wondering what was going to come next, for you, for the passengers. If you saved those innocent people out there, it was worth it, even if you started to feel like an empty shell. And yet you still wondered what had happened, how he had coaxed that feeling and those sounds right out of you. You would never admit it to yourself, or to anyone, but that might have possibly been the ride of your life.  Afterall, only a few hours before, he was a hot stranger you were hoping to get a piece of on the beach.

[lirusstories]

Run Boy Run- Chapter One: A Safe Place

(Word Count: 5,301)

A/N: FUCKIN FINALLY

        Anti got into another fight with Jackie today. It wasn’t his fault, he didn’t mean to hurt Chase. The dad just snuck up on him and he just glitched. It wasn’t like Anti knew he wasn’t a threat, he had no idea Chase was even there! He just glitched and accidentally burned him. It wasn’t even that bad, Marvin fixed him up pretty quickly anyway. But apparently that wasn’t good enough for Jackie, he still yelled at Anti and thankfully only managed to get a single shove in before JJ jumped between them. Anti took that distraction to quickly slip from the kitchen and run up to his room, grab the hoodie he nicked from Marvin’s room a while back, it used to be a cloak until he put it on. 

        It has a glamour on it that works best when the hood is up, but thankfully when it’s down he can just pass for a cosplayer. Anyway, Anti threw on the hoodie, grabbed his phone and quickly glitched out as fast as he could through his laptop, which is how he is here now. He’s been going here for the past few weeks after finding it by accident. Well more like he was drawn to it and after a really bad fight with Jackie he finally decided to see the place he was drawn to. It’s night time here when it’s day time over in Brighton though, so right now the place is lit with fairy lights. 

        It’s a walkway that leads to a small park, with the only thing being a double swing set, a small pond full of fish that glows, he doesn't know how or why but they do. The swing set is in a sand pit that is surrounded by always perfect green grass which in turn, both the walk down to it and the little park itself is surrounded by trees which is where the fairy lights above are connected to and the pathway is just soft grass that was slightly worn from people walking from.

        Speaking of, that was where he appeared. Like always, his bare feet land on the soft grass like every night for the past few weeks. He wore shoes at first, but it just made everything uncomfortable and disconnected. More than the constant feeling of being watched was, it was uncomfortable and almost threatening the first night, but it quickly changed to one of curiosity, before the feeling only happened when Anti arrived and right before he left. But right now all the eyes seem to be watching curiously. 

        ‘I wonder why.’

        Anti shrugs it off, putting on some music on my phone, putting the headphones in his ears before walking down the path. He ignores the feeling of being watched although he is a bit nervous as to why they are before he decides to focus on the mere feeling of comfort this place brought. He gets to the area with the swings sets and pond and begins to walk over but freezes seeing something sitting on one of the swings that was wrapped in cloth. From where he stood he can smell warm chocolate chip cookies.

        His stomach growls, reminding him that he hasn't eaten in almost a day. He walks over seeing a note on it. Picking it up and his stomach drops a little reading it.

        To the man who visits my swings every night, I made you some cookies. Hope they taste good!:)

        Confused and Anti looks back down at the, apparently, cookie filled bundle of cloth and quickly opens it. The smell is absolutely divine, like walking into your house after a stressful day and seeing a batch of freshly baked cookies waiting on the table for you, made by someone you love. He quickly picks up the bundle sitting down and sets it on his lap as he sits down, nearly ripping out the headphones when they get in the way and shoving them into the pocket of the sweatshirt with his phone.

        He grabs one, bringing it up to his mouth and immediately takes a bite and proceeds to moan in delight. 

        ‘This is the best cookie I've ever had, and it’s still warm.’ He doesn't even register that the person who left them might still be around. I probably eat around four of them when the breeze grows noticeable, picking up excited whispers. I look around slightly confused, knowing the whispers are coming from. They didn’t feel bad or anything, if anything it felt almost comforting. 

        ‘Christ, how fucked up to I have to be to find strange whispers coming from a dark forest comforting.’

        He quickly wipes his mouth of any melted chocolate and crumbs with his sleeve and stops slightly as he faintly hears the sound of someone walking barefoot on grass. Straining his ears, he tries to hear where they’re coming from over the whispers before they suddenly stop.

        “Hello.” A feminine voice speaks from behind him.

        Anti jumps slightly, nearly knocking the cookies off his lap and snaps his head towards the voice. He freezes seeing the woman behind it. First thing first, she was tall, six foot at least. She has natural tan skin and long, and he means long, it looks like it would be at her heels if it wasn’t braided, golden blonde hair that has what looks like actual gold highlights. A soft and comforting face that he can’t help but find familiar, Midnight Blue eyes that shine with mystery and a small amused but kind smile.

        “I see you got the cookies.” She cocks her head to the side slightly as Anti’s face flushes red at the realization that he probably stared at her for a full minute. She giggles slightly walking to the second swing and he can’t help but follow her with his eyes, trying to find out why she seems so familiar.

        “Who are you?” He blurts out as she sits down. She looks surprised for a second before her face falls back into the kind but amused smile.

        “My name is Liru, I own this place.” She answers patiently, like she expects him to interrogate her or something. He quickly looks down at his lap feeling her eyes on the side of his head.

        “I hope you like the cookies.” Anti nods a bit, not wanting to look at her, not only embarrassed from getting caught but also from nerves, worried that she might try and hurt him or at the very least yell, like a normal person would.

        “What's your name?” He freezes slightly but refuses to answer, not wanting to risk the glamour breaking. He quickly stands up and sets the cookies down on the swing before saying,

        “S-sorry for intruding, I’ll leave now.” He fights back any glitches and quickly goes to walk down the path before she stops him.

        “You don’t have to leave sweetie, anyone who comes to a little swing set at night, six miles from the nearest road and maybe twenty or so from the nearest town, every-night for the past few weeks is clearly needing to get away from something.” He freezes, wondering A. where the fuck he is and B. why the hell she’s letting him stay when he’s been trespassing. Jackie would have beat the shit out of him if he caught Anti going into his room let alone his property, and especially every night for the past four weeks.

        He looks at her, confusion painted over his face while she just smiles sweetly before seeming to think for a minute.

        “Actually, how about you come with me.” She says in a light tone, standing back up with a bounce. Anti jerks back in surprise, feeling more confused than anything.

        “W-what?” He asks when he finally finds his voice, his heart racing in his chest as he suddenly feels rather shy. She smiles kindly walking over to him.

        “I have plenty of warm food waiting at home and you obviously don’t want to go back to wherever it is you came from.” His heart jumps to his throat just as his stomach growls causing any denial and declination to die. She just gives him a kind look, her features soft with a small smile and slightly raised eyebrows.

        “Come with me.” She pushes a warm bundle into his hands and he instinctively takes it, looking down he sees it’s the bundle of cookies.

        ‘When did she grab these?’ as far as he knows she hadn’t even reached over to grab them. She begins to walk down the path and after looking after her for a few seconds, debating, he quickly follows after her. He hears a small sound of satisfaction from her that he might not have picked up if he didn’t have enhanced hearing. 

        Looking over her form, he notes that she isn’t wearing shoes but she is wearing black shorts with little white stars all over them and a black sweatshirt that he noticed hung off her shoulders and a little white outline of planets on it. He also noticed the way her hair is braided is like she had to have someone else braid it. His heart jumps to my throat at the thought of some else being there. 

        ‘I mean I shouldn’t even be going with her but there's just something… familiar, about her.’ He tries not to stir in the feeling, it reminds him too much of his bro-... the others. He decides to break the quiet, beginning to become irritated at the static in his head getting louder the static sound like someone telling him to leave.

        “So do you live with anyone?” He tries to keep his voice even but when she looks back at him slightly he can feel my mouth go dry. She smiles softly which relaxes him a little bit before she looks back ahead.

        “Nope, just me.” He tilts his head slightly a bit at that but doesn't press further. They walk in silence for a few more minutes before a rather large manor comes into view. It seemed to be made out of just wood, stone, the occasional metal and the glass in the windows. Not to mention the giant ass garden that was full of plants and flowers that Anti couldn’t tell you what they were for the life of him.

        She giggles and he quickly snaps his attention to her, noticing she was a bit further away but turned to him.

        “Come on, if you want I can show you the garden another time. For now dinner.” She states with a wave of the hand to follow her before she turns back towards the manor and continues walking. He looks back at the garden, her offer ringing in my head. 

        ‘I might take her up on that offer.’ He’s always loved plants and animals and the thought of learning about more excites me a little. 

        Anti quickly shakes himself out of his thoughts and quickly jogs after her until he’s a few feet behind her, not wanting to get too close and make her uncomfortable. He looks around noticing that there were lighting bugs fluttering around the flowers that lead up the walkway to the door and the feeling of familiarity only seems to increase. She opens the door and steps aside and the smell of roasted meat and potatoes and cookies fills the air. His face turns a fiery red as his stomach growls and even more so when she chuckles.

        “Come on in. And if you want you can take off your sweatshirt if you want, it’s kinda warm in here.” He walks into the house just shaking his head a little and notices that the inside is light rather dimly.

        “How come it’s so… dim?” He asks as she closes the door behind him.

        “I’m not a fan of bright lights at night, hurts my eyes and irritates the cats.” He perked up a bit at that.

        “You have cats?” Anti can’t help the excitement from creeping into his voice as he looks at her. She just smiles fondly, walking down the hallway, Anti close behind, before responding.

        “Yup. Two, A black and white Norwegian forest cat named Izzabella and a white ragdoll named Marvin.” He stumbles over his feet a bit, slapping a hand to his mouth trying and failing to hold back laughter. She stops turning to him with an eyebrow raised.

        “Something funny?” He quickly stops, cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

        “O-oh, uh n-no, it’s just uh, you see, one of my b-brother’s names is Marvin, a-and he’s known to a-act like a-a cat.” Marvin’s disgusted face flashes his mind from the time he tried to remind him that we’re brothers or, well, supposed to be. 

        She relaxes again before turning around and saying in a sweet high-pitched voice,

        “Babies!” which is quickly followed by the sound of two tinkling bells, one moving erratically and approaching quickly while the other soft and approaching at a normal speed, for a cat at least. Within seconds he sees a white blur launch itself at her which she catches readily as it begins letting out loud purrs. He looks at it a bit surprised with what it just did but melts a little seeing how small it was.

        It was extremely fluffy and white and had it’s head buried under her chin and had it’s paws on either side of her neck as if trying to hug her. She giggles petting it’s back while it proceeds to purr louder at the affection.

        “This little guy is Marvin, the cat obviously.” He goes to say something but freezes when something rubs up against his legs. Looking down quickly he can see a fluffy black and white cat with stunning green eyes and a gold ring around them looking up at him purring loudly. He looks at the cat confused and also rather joyful but he tries not to touch it. He doesn’t want to scare it off.

        “That’s Izzabella. She wants you to pet her ya know?” He snaps his attention to her and sees her watching him with a smile with her tongue poking through her side teeth and the white cat watching me with curious green eyes with a golden ring around it’s pupils. The cat below him lets out a squeaky meow before pawing at his leg. He looks down at it and after a few seconds he leans over and lets her stiff his hand before she begins rubbing against his palm.

        Anti melts at the sight and begins to pet the cat's head a bit cautiously, still worried he might scare her. Liru makes a sound of approval as she sets the white cat down with a small smile on her face, glad that two of her familiars seem to have warmed up to the almost familiar stranger so quickly.

        “Come, while the food is still warm.” The green haired man looks up at her just as she begins to walk down the hallway. He quickly scratches behind Izzabella’s ear before getting up and quickly following after her down the hallway. 

        ‘She has a lot of interesting things.’ He thinks as they pass by a painting of a large and unnerving familiar castle surrounded in what looks like miles of some type of garden. She takes him to a large living room connected to a dining room that looks like that could fit all of the septics, and then some. And it looks like the comfiest place he’s ever seen and all the seats look soft enough to fall asleep on and the lighting is nice with fairy lights lining the ceiling. Looking at the rather big T.V. he can see a YouTube video paused, it looks like some Steven Universe song.

        Anti watches as she goes over to a remote sitting on a coffee table and unpauses the song.

        “I hope you don’t mind the music. It’s a bit difficult for me to do much without it.” She informs him as the familiar sound of “It’s Over, Isn’t It” begins to play.

        “I don’t mind. I’m usually the same way anyway.” She smiles as she sets the remote down and walks over and he barely notices how her hand seemed to twitch towards her stomach area. She leads him over to a decent sized round wooden table, probably big enough to fit six or so people around it.

        “Sit in any spot you like…” She pauses as she begins to walk to the kitchen but stops in the doorway.

        “I just realized that I never got your name.” She turns to Anti with an almost sheepish smile. He look at her a bit confused, remembering that she did ask him- 

        ‘Oh. I forgot to tell her.’ His face begins to turn red with embarrassment before answering,

        “I-It’s Anti- I mean!” FUCK! She cuts him off with a small laugh before he can scramble to find a fake name.

        “It’s alright sweetie, if that's your preferred name then you don’t have to tell me any other.” She has a soft smile as she looks at him and his heart jumps to his throat at the familiar nickname. She turns and walks into the kitchen while he sits at a random spot at the table while trying to figure out why she just seems so familiar. Putting his head in his arms on the table, he listens to the sound of her moving around the kitchen and putting stuff on plates, noticing that she's just barely singing a song different than to the one that was playing.

        He doubts he would have even heard it if he was human. Closing his eyes and trying to focus on the lyrics but the only thing he can pick up is, “And disappear in the trees.”

        Something flashes through his mind, someone with blonde hair like the sun and kind blue eyes singing down to… him? For some reason they look like Liru but with what are most likely multiple soul-marks on her face. His throat closes up as I recognize Marvin’s on her forehead the same place as it is on JJ and Jackie’s on her right cheek beneath her eye, covering most of the scar that went up her cheek from under her jaw. Anti knows that one is Jackie’s because it’s on the back of JJ’s left hand and for some reason, he doesn’t know why, told him.

        He can see her mouth moving and focusing, he can faintly hear her singing. Thinking it’s the same one that Liru was singing if the tune was anything to go by.

“Tomorrow is another day

And you won't have to hide away.”

        She brings up his(?) hand to her mouth as he realizes that their fingers are intertwined, and presses a few kisses to his(?) knuckles before setting their hands down on his(?) stomach. And for some reason, instead of feeling flustered or disturbed like he knows he should when someone he doesn’t know does something like that, he just feels content.

“You’ll be a man, boy!

But for now it’s time to run, it’s time to run!”

        She looks like she’s going to keep singing but he’s suddenly yanked from… whatever that was by the sound of loud and malicious, distorted hissing in his ear. Anti jumps opening his eyes and jerking back in his chair just as the door to the kitchen opens and Liru walks out with a plate of food for him and a glass of water. She stops seeing his distress as the two cats rub against her leg before looking at the startled and disturbed man.

        “Is everything okay honey?” She walks over quickly and sets his food and water on the table in front of him, looking down at him concerned. She goes to put a hand on his shoulder before stopping herself and putting it back at her side. Anti nods a bit shakily before forcing himself to calm down somewhat.

        “I-I’m fįņe.” His voice almost glitches when he sits normally, clearing his throat trying to pass it off as a voice crack.

        “You sure?”

        “Yeah.” He says, voice clearer this time as he nods his head. “I’m fine, just thought I heard something. She looks at him still worried as the cats sit at either side of him and watch him.

        “Well, if you're sure.” She smiles a little again but also becomes a bit more concerned when his stomach growls again. When's the last time he ate?

        “Well help yourself, don’t be afraid to ask for seconds, I made plenty of food. And,” she looks at the cats who are purring up at him with their best kitten faces, “Don’t give them anything, they’ve already had their share.”

         He nods rather eagerly, almost causing his hood to fall as she turns and walks back into the kitchen to grab her own food as Anti happily and hungerly digs in. She comes back about a minute later with her food and some water and sits across from him, noting with a light frown on how he’s wolfing down his food. She puts on a smile as he looks up at her and she resists the urge to peek through the scarily familiar magic surrounding him, hiding his identity.

        “Well I'm glad you like it honey.” He ducks his head a little hiding an embarrassed blush. 

        “By the way about your name,” He tenses just as he goes to take another bite. “It’s from that Jacksepticeye guy, right?” He relaxes a little, taking the help with the lie as he nods shyly.

        “Um, yeah, yeah. Do you watch him?”

        “From time to time. It’s nice to hear a familiar voice every now and again.” He looks at her a bit confused and the sound of Jack laughing fills his head along with the image of what has to be him sitting on the woman's lap while she has a happy grin on her face flashes through his mind before fading within seconds.

        “Do you know him?” She fumbles a little with her fork as she realizes what she said and quickly responds,

        “No, but my kids would watch him a lot.” His head snaps up to her shocked. She has kids?!

        “You have kids?!” he exclaims in shock, she cannot be older than twenty-three. She pauses for a second before nodding and eating a bite of her food.

        “I have five, but only two of them are biological.” Anti had nearly choked at that.

        “How old are they?” He asks his voice filled with disbelief and shock. She gives him a slightly strained smile. It always hurts to talk about them when they’re so far away.

        “Would you believe me if I told you my eldest is nineteen and youngest seventeen?”

        “No.” Is his deadpan answer. She laughs a little at that despite the absence of them literally pulling her soul taut. 

        “Well they are, adopted though the oldest is twenty-one.” He just looks her over confused, not really believing that.

        “How old are you?” She raises an eyebrow at him and he can suddenly see how she is a mom.

        “It’s quite rude to ask a woman her age ya know?” In reality she doesn’t mind but she can’t think of a plausible age off the top of her head without it seeming weird. She’s actually 2,449 but, it’s not like she could tell him that. He looks down at his now empty plate sheepishly at that. She just chuckles softly as she eats a bit more.

        “Would you like some more?” She asks after a few minutes of silence. He jumps at the sudden sound of her voice and quickly looks up at her. She hides a frown, hopping that he was just startled and not scared.

        “O-oh um… sure.” She smiles and gets up and goes and grabs his plate and glass and goes back into the kitchen. She comes back a minute later and sets his food and drink in front of him before going back to her spot and continuing to eat. Anti quickly begins eating his food but at a slower rate as he tries to think about the fact that he should head back soon, and also ignore the cats who were giving him kitten eyes that reminded him a bit of JJ. 

        Once they were both done eating Anti lets out a loud yawn that he quickly tries to stifle. Liru smiles softly and collects the plates and glasses while saying,

        “You’re more than welcome to stay the night if you wish.” He looks at her, more confused than when she offered him dinner as she walks back into the kitchen.

        ‘Why is she being so nice to me?’ As far as he knows people who’ve just met him seem to either loathe him or they’re afraid of him, well, minus JJ and Robbie but doc thinks it’s some form Stockholm syndrome with JJ, but he knows for a fact that's not true. JJ is the only reason Anti is the way he is now, no longer stitched together like patch work to whatever was using him. And Robbie… Robbie’s the newest member of the family, shocked the hell out of everyone when Chase of all people came back with the lilac “zombie” only he’s not a zombie. They don’t really know what he is but he always seems to gravitate towards Jack, JJ or Anti for whatever reason.

        And for some reason he always seems to know when the voice and static start becoming too loud for him to ignore and try and control him again. He always finds him with JJ who at this point no longer needs any convincing to follow him to Anti when he approaches him. Anti snaps back to reality when Liru comes through the kitchen door and both cats get up and bolt over to the couches and hop onto their favorite cushions. She smiles at them before turning her attention to Anti.

        “Would you like to stay tonight? I have a few guest bedrooms or if you want you can sleep on the couch.” She says giving him a look that feels like home. He barely thinks before he’s nodding.

        “Y-Yeah, yeah… I’d like that.” She smiles happily at the answer, she doesn’t know why but she knows she can trust him not to do anything bad.

        “Great! Would you like to sleep in one of the guest rooms or one of the couches?”

        “The couch is fine.” He smiles a bit sheepishly up at her, “I don’t want to intrude more than I already have.”

        “Oh honey you aren’t intruding at all! But if that's what you want I won't argue with it. Just go and choose which one you want to sleep on and I’ll go get you some blankets and pillows.” She gives him one last smile before quickly making her way through the living room and the hallway and disappearing upstairs.

        Anti gets up and pushes his chair in before going over to the couch looking them over before sitting on the softest looking one and practically melting into the cushions. He knows that he should head home, that he really should sleep at a strangers house, especially when they aren’t an ego or anything like that. But he’s just so tired and comfortable that he never wants to leave. He closes his eyes listening to the song that just begins playing as Liru comes back with a few blankets and pillows.

        “Alright then, here you are.” She goes and sets the pile next to him so he can set up his area however he likes. He sits up looking at them before looking up at her.

        “Thank you.” He says in a quiet voice and he looks at the t.v. thats playing the song and she looks as well with a small smile and sings along with the last of Rose’s part.

“I like the way… Human beings play.”

        Anti quickly snaps his attention to her, rather shocked that she’s singing along.

“And I like playing along,

Oh- oo, oh oh, woh oh.”

        She looks at him and giggles seeing the look on his face. He looks away, his face turning a deep red.

        “Goodnight honey, sleep well. You can watch anything you’d like or listen to anything, just turn it off if you leave before I’m up okay?” He nods in agreement and she makes a small sound of satisfaction before going back upstairs, Izzy getting up and quickly following after her while Marvin the Cat stays behind.

        Anti gets up and makes his little makeshift bed, deciding to let the music play to help him sleep. As soon as he’s under the blankets the white cat hops up and lays on his chest and begins to purr. He smiles a little at the cat and reaches up letting it sniff his hand before it rubs its face into his hand. He pets the cat becoming rather tired from the purring that made him feel safe and if he didn’t know any better he’d think the scar was beginning to fade just by the feel of it.

        “Ya know,” He says quietly to the cat who looks at him while he scratches under its chin, “You’re a lot nicer than my brother Marvin, you even seem like you care.”

        The cat looks at him with a confused look and for a second Anti almost thinks he can understand him.

        “Your owner is really nice too. I think that's the first meal that hasn’t been brought to me by JJ or hexed by Marvin. The human obviously,” He pets the cat's head who just stares at him with an almost worried look. “You’re too cute for that anyway.”

        He smiles as he looks up at the ceiling, setting his hand on his stomach and the cat rubs its head against his chin as it sprawls out over him. He smiles a little hoping the blonde wouldn’t mind him coming back as he closes eyes and quickly falls asleep.

        Meanwhile Liru is crawling into bed in an pink satin shirt that used to belong to her Fajrokraĉulo before he died. She takes a shaky breath as she covers herself staring at the ceiling through the dark while Izzy sleeps at the foot of her bed. She normally tries to stay up for at least a couple hours after dinner but the more she’s away from any of her soul-mates the more drained she gets. But it’s not like she’s gonna tell them that. They don’t need to worry about that.

        She closes her eyes, rolling over laying there for a few minutes until she feels the spot next to her dip. She opens her eyes almost immediately at the familiar soul and damn near cries at the sight of her youngest son sitting on his knees next to her in pajamas and his oversized purple and black patch work jacket.

        She moves the covers out of the way and he, just as quickly, crawls next to her and curls into her when she covers them both back up. She pulls him close before he latches to her burying his face into her shirt.

        “I miss them.” Comes his muffled whispers.

        “I miss them too sweetie.” She whispers into his brown and purple hair. They lay like this for a few minutes, both of them beginning to doze off.

        “G’night Mama, I love you.”

        “I love you too, my little Nimbus Cloud. Goodnight.” With that, he dozed off. She watches him for a few seconds before closing her eyes, thinking about what's left of her family and the stranger sleeping on her couch.

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Fajrokraĉulo = Firecracker

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Random Notes on Episode #1 of Sunday Night Heat

I miss Sunday Night Heat. I miss wrestling weekend shows in general, but Heat holds some particularly unique appeal to me. Back in the day when I was too young to stay up and watch Raw in its entirety, Heat was usually the place to get my wrestling fix. By the time I started watching it, Heat was pretty much an afterthought, but it would recap the past week’s Raw, so it also helped keep me up to date on storylines. Even in its latter days, you would get a lot of weird stuff you wouldn’t get any other WWE show and, thanks to the WWE Network, some of it is finally starting reemerge.

The premiere episode of Heat debuted on August 2, 1998. Contrary to popular belief, a lot of stuff happened on the show in its first year on the air. As Smackdown did not yet exist, it was actually WWF’s B show for a short while, often furthering storylines and even once saw Mankind win the WWF title in the famed empty arena match. The first episode gave a small inkling of what was to come. Here’s the results from the card that literally nobody remembers:

Edge defeated Jeff Jarrett (with Tennessee Lee).

Droz & The Headbangers (Mosh and Thrasher) defeated Kaientai (Funaki, Men’s Teioh, and Dick Togo) (with Yamaguchi-san).

WWF European Championship Match: D’Lo Brown (champion) defeated Ken Shamrock via disqualification.

#1 Contenders’ Match for the WWF Tag Team Championship: The Rock and Owen Hart defeated Kane and Mankind (with Paul Bearer) vis count-out.

Edge as a rookie! D’Lo Brown as Euro champ! The Headbangers in general! What a time. Outside of the card, here’s what also randomly caught my attention:

Early Shane McMahon is Obnoxious: The early, early days of Heat were our formal introduction to Shane McMahon and, oh boy, it was rough. Thought it wouldn’t be long until he became a mega spoiled prick, the first episode sees him woefully miscast as a babyface color commentator, which is absolutely NOT his thing. First of all, his overall presentation is just weird in retrospect. He comes down to the ring in what would become Jacqueline’s entrance music, which already sets a jarring tone. Not only that, but he’s joined by two women named Alley and Kyla (or at least I think that’s her name? I couldn’t hear it well). Who are they? What’s their relationship to Shane? Why are they more random than The Wrestling Classic’s Susan Waitkis? Then we get his commentary and, woof, if you ever want to hear a human being speak in all caps for an entire broadcast, be my guest. It’s a far cry from the man who’d become known for failing several feet off various structures, somehow avoiding serious injury every time.

Droz’s World: Perhaps the most bizarre segment of the first episode is a segment inspired by MTV’s The Real World, starring everyone’s favorite puke artist Darren Drozdov. He tells the story of how he threw up on Mark Henry’s hand during training. Yep, that’s literally it. Fortunately, Tom Prichard is here to offer some color commentary to the event, saying “IT WAS GROSS!” and how Droz’s puke was filled with “corns and beans.” Oh, and then Droz shows a tattoo of a dog on his ass for good measure. Somewhere, Vince McMahon can be heard laughing in the distance. It’s oft forgotten how much the Real World was parodied back in the late ‘90s, even before the reality TV genre ever really exploded in popularity. Remember how it found its way in She’s All That?

The Val Venis/Mario Lopez Feud: One of the best parts of watching old Raw episodes is having to listen to the commentators awkwardly plug the USA Network’s original series. After all, a plug for Silk Stalkings just doesn’t feel right if you’re not watching an Undertaker squash in jest. The first episode of Heat carries on with this grand tradition and hypes the hell out of Pacific Blue, which I’ve never watched but sounds like some Baywatch/Miami Vice/crime procedural schlock. It takes it even one step further by having star Mario Lopez in the audience, who then proceeds to get into a fight with, um, Val Venis (in the midst of his castration storyline with Kaientai no less)?!? The WWF seriously tried to tease us with a Venis vs. Lopez feud in 1998. I’m not even really sure who the face in that situation would be. It sounds ridiculous, but can’t be any more so than what WCW was doing at the exact same time with Jay Leno.

Bart Gunn and Shanna Moakler: Did you do a double take reading that headline? One half of the Smoking Gunns and one half of MTV’s short-lived reality show Meet the Barkers! In the same room! On TV! If there were ever a more random pair of people to share TV time, I’d like to know it. Anyway, continuing the theme of plugging Pacific Blue as much as possible, we have  cast member Shanna interviewing Bart Gunn (dubbed here as “LeFTY”) about his upset victory in the ill-advised Brawl 4 All against tourney fave Dr. Death. Of course, Bart yammers on a bit about knocking Dr. Death out with his left hook. Blah, blah, blah. I’m sure if you adjust the volume a certain way, you can practically hear Jim Ross seething behind the commentary booth.

The Main Event is a Mess: If you thought they would’ve ended the first episode of Heat with a bang, guess again. It doesn’t even end with a whimper, really; more like a slow, drawn-out fart. The winner of the main event tag team match would go on to face Steve Austin and The Undertaker, example #457 of tag champs who are actually mortal enemies. The match is just a lazy brawl where everyone involved doesn’t seem to give a rat’s ass, despite Shane’s best efforts to once again to bring the excitement by speaking in all caps. The Rock and Owen Hart win over Kane and Mankind (Team Hell Socko?) by count-out, as Owen casually slides back into the ring after an outside brawl. I don’t know how Rock and Owen fared against the tag champs the next night on Raw, but it’s safe to say it didn’t lead to much. I know I have full access to the WWE Network where I can easily watch that but, hey, these guys didn’t put in any effort into this match so why should I? Fair is fair. 

And there you have it⏤the first episode of Heat in the books, ass tattoos and all. I hope the WWE Network uploads more episodes in the future. I personally want the MTV era on there. Anyway, they better upload them soon, or else I may just resort to finally watching Pacific Blue instead.

[lou-is-creative]

Unpredictable (pt 6)

ꜰᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ: 6 Underground

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: Four/Billy // Eight/???

ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ: Four/Billy x male!Oc

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰɪᴠᴇ: The game is on

ꜱᴏɴɢ:  Whatever it takes - Imagine dragons

𝔹𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤, 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥!

ᴀɴ: ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇʀ, ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴅᴀʏꜱ. ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜰᴜɴ! ᴘɪᴄ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍɪɴᴇ!

The night was long and peaceful. Exactly what Eight needed after being up for more than 48 hours. And Four seemed to be in need of some sleep too. Why so ever....

Maybe because it was rare for him to have a night without dreaming of all the things that happened. Of his girlfriend who let him fall for a necklace, of Six who sat in this green car, blood everywhere, with a blade straight through his body.

Maybe he really needed some good rest which he normally couldn’t get. I mean, how was one supposed to get his well-deserved sleep when his past kept chasing him throughout the night?

But all of that sparked questions. Why he was able to sleep through? What was it that made a difference? Well there are several options. Option number one was that all the laughing and joking really did him well. Option number two was that he wasn’t the only one sleeping and the steady breathing next to him calmed him down. Let’s take the third option, it was both.

They probably could have continued sleeping for several more hours, but One had different plans.

"Where the hell are Four and Eight?"

He asked now and rubbed his sleeves. The leader needed to have a talk with Eight about the mission and how they would proceed. But Eight wasn't there, not in the main room of their haunted house. The only logical explanation was that he was with Four and that they were either asleep or doing... whatever they would be doing. He didn’t really want to think of the possibilities. It was a waste of time anyways.

"Fuck it, I will get them now."

One finally said and made his way to Fours room. It was 2pm. What were they, teenagers? Whatever. He didn't care and just swung the door open. And the sight alone was hilarious. Eight and Four were laying in the bed. And while Eight didn't have anything of the blanket, Four had the same problem with the bed. One never would have assumed that a small guy like Eight could take over most of the bed for himself. But Four didn't bother. He had the blanket.  With watching the scene, One couldn't help but burst into a loud laughter.

Which was the reason they woke up.

Eight was on his legs before he could even process what was happening. And he seemingly did it for self-defence because he grabbed the first thing he could find, ready to use it as a weapon. At least until he realized that the pants he was holding weren't exactly helpful when it came to defending himself.

Four just turned around and pulled the blanket over his head.

One could barely hold himself. The last time he laughed that hard was as Four nearly shit his pants when they first met.

"Can't you be quiet, for once?"

Four groaned and sat up. His hair was a mess. Bit by bit, the other Ghosts followed One out of curiosity. And they all ended up laughing as they took a look at the situation. Because Four had gotten up by now and both of them looked like they were about to murder One for waking them.

"Okay, okay, get ... Get dressed we need to speak about the mission..."

One said and wiped a tear away that got caused by the excessive laughing. Eight and Four threw angry gazes at everyone, -although Eights gaze was admittedly more effective than Fours-, until they were alone and the door was closed. They then looked at each other for a moment, still not really awake. Eight grabbed his clothes and got changed. He definitely needed new ones, but they were still in his car and he had to get there somehow.

Silence dominated the room as both of them turned to face opposite directions to get changed. Four also just put on some pants. He needed a shower.

"You done?"

Eight asked and Four nodded.

"Yeah, let's go."

The smaller grabbed his phone and checked his messages.

*Hey, this is Amanda~😘 last night was amazing I hope to see you again soon 💞💕*

"Did she text you?"

Four asked nosey and glanced at the other boys phone.

"Yep."

*Hey beautiful 💕 sorry for responding so late, was asleep till now. I want to see you again soon too. Missing your lips.💭😗 *

As Four and Eight entered the room, One immediately started talking.

"Okay, I know you two had a long night, but sleeping until 2pm is not acceptable. Anyways, you did okay last night and now we have to plan the rest of the mission."

Eight raised a brow.

"I think I did awesome."

He said and Four just nodded before they did a really cool but casual-looking fist bump. One watched them, a little confused, but he just shook his head and walked over to the pin board.

"Okay, her father will want to meet you, but he will not leave the island. Which means, that you are going to get invited and then you are figuring out where they lack security. BUT we can't hack the cameras there. You will have one camera on your shirt and a mic so we can solely perceive as much as you can."

Eight nodded and looked at his phone to text the girl back. Four watched with interest as Eight showed him something. And they grinned like two teenage boys who just saw boobs. I mean, they probably did but still.

"Why are you- are you even listening to me?"

One asked and Four and Eight looked up, still grinning like two idiots.

"Yeah, sure. I will be at her house and have a mic and a cam, you see what I see. And hear what I hear."

While his words were more of the teenage 'I don't care' demeanour, his voice stayed serious. Which was probably the only reason why One wasn't mad at him.

"Okay, that's that. Don't ruin your relationship with her and-"

One paused while looking at the two of them. They were already starring at the phone again.

"okay, never mind, that's it. That's the talk, you can leave now."

A sigh left Ones mouth and he just shook his head as Four and Eight disappeared in Fours room again.

And honestly, One couldn't blame them for behaving like sixteen-year-olds. Because he knew that as they actually were at the age of sixteen, they couldn't act it out. They weren't able to really enjoy their teenage years. But those were stories he kept to himself.

"Dude, you know her one day and she sends you pics like this one. Tell me your secrets."

Four was sitting next to Eight on the bed and watched him text Amanda. Eight turned around to face Four.

"All about trust mate. You make her trust you, she sends pics without you asking for it. It is that simple. How you make her trust you? Words. Sweet words."

Eight said and Four raised a brow.

"With your accent, you'd have it easy. As long as you chose some fancy words instead of swear-words. You know, something like; you look absolutely lovely in that dress."

"Why do I have it easy with my accent?"

Eight shrugged.

"Because the British accent is known as one of the sexiest around the world. Plus, your voice goes deep, it's just... Hot."

Eight shrugged again and focussed on his phone as he tried to avoid giving Four more compliments about his voice. It really started to get slightly gay. Fortunately, Four wasn't questioning his friend.

Okay, to be fair, it wasn't completely fortunate either. Instead of thinking it was gay, Four felt a sudden boost of confidence. So he pushed his voice to it's lowest and focussed on Eight.

"Do you consider my voice as attractive?"

He asked and Eight froze for a moment. He even stopped texting to look at him.

"Are you flirting or flexing?"

His eyes focussed on his mate and for a short second, Four could swear he saw them light up. Was he challenging him?

"What do you want it to be?"

Four asked back and his eyes were just as focussed as Eights. The raven-haired lifted a brow. Then he cracked a challenging smirk.

"What if I say flirting?"

Shoot. Yeah, good question though. Four looked a bit irritated. The thought that he didn't necessarily think this through came a little late.

Eight backed away, scoffing softly before looking at his phone again.

"A little advice, Four. You don't play a game you're doomed to lose."

Four didn't know what to respond. Eight just ended the whole game and even worse? He won. Four couldn't let that slip. But he also couldn't come up with anything to change it. At least not right away. But he'd find an opportunity, sooner or later. A small sigh cut through the silence.

"She just told me she had to put her phone away, her father wants to eat with her or something."

Eight locked his phone and leaned back before tilting his head to look at Four.

"Now I'm bored, entertain me."

Said person nearly fell from his beliefs. That was... cute. Was that really him? The small-snappy-headstrong Eight he knew until then? Or was it a whole different person who just talked?

The blonde must've looked really confused because Eight lifted a brow and waved his hand in front of Fours face.

It must’ve been his imagination.

"Hey spoon-master?"

"Huh?"

"Oh thank god, I thought I broke you... I said I'm bored. Usually I'd play some video-games, but One did not allow me to bring my PlayStation."

Fours eyes grew bigger.

"You had a PlayStation and One did not allow you to bring it?"

Eight nodded a little and Four exhaled frustrated while looking at the ceiling.

"I always wanted to have one."

"Well then, we should go buy one?"

Four turned around to face him. And Eight really enjoyed looking at the sparkling green eyes that focussed on him.

"You'd buy one with me?"

"Of course.  But there is a condition."

Four raised a brow and leaned back.

"And that would be...?"

Eight glanced at the taller and a sly spark of excitement got visible in his eyes as well.

"Teach me how to skateboard."

Four raised a brow. He then looked at his skateboard in the edge of the room just to look right back at Eight.

"That's it? That's the condition?"

Eight raised a brow, as if he was about to ask him what was so wrong about the condition but Four just chuckled and shook his head.

"Fine, come on, I'll teach you.”

He stood up and grabbed his board before he turned around to make sure the other followed him. Eight was right behind him and Four just grinned while walking out.

"Where are you two going?"

One interfered and Four lifted up his skateboard.

"Just outside. I'm showing Eight how to skateboard."

Five shot Eight a glare. Four did not notice, but Eight saw it. Although he was rather confused about the whole angered expression, so he didn't react on it. If there was something wrong, she could tell him instead of looking passive-aggressive.

"Okay but don't drive too far."

One said and then realized that he sounded like a father. A fact he considered awfully disturbing.

"You pack of idiots."

Well, at least he tried to save himself from the Dad image. He did his best okay? Eight looked at Four and they then grinned and nodded in unison before leaving the wreck.

The two of them walked next to each other on their way to the empty hall.

"Before you can really start to drive, you gotta know how to fall."

"Wow, thank you for believing in me. Pessimist."

Eight joked and Four grinned a little while shrugging.

"You just look like you're one of those soft boys who is afraid to dirty his hands. And-"

"I will have my hands dirtied in your blood if you dare to continue that sentence."

Eight raised his finger and his brow. Four grinned a little as he calmly put Eights finger down.

"Calm down, everyone has to know how to fall. I personally wish I'd known sooner. You know, I'm a little bit clumsy and I have a lot of bad luck and somehow bad timing even. Knowing how to fall is important."

Four started and placed the board on the ground.

"If you're as clumsy as you say you are, what is your... Like what do you do?"

"They call me skywalker. I do parkour."

"Like jumping from building to building and climbing high places and stuff?"

"Exactly."

"That is like... Super awesome. I once played a game where the main character was a parkour guy himself and I got all excited and used to climb all kinds of buildings in that game. Like the Duomo. I really wanted to learn it but I am not really fond heights and I just have the bad feeling that if I would try it, I'd die. Like, immediately."

Four grinned a little.

"Been there, the Duomo I mean. Impressive view. Anyways, we got time, I will take you with me some day. But first, this."

Four pointed at the board under his feet. He was standing still.

"Okay so if you lose the balance, you fall forward. Mostly. And when you fall, you wanna make sure you can catch yourself with your hands first. But don't let your whole weight rest on your hands and try to give in. Because if you fall like this;"

Four imitated a fall and caught himself with his hands first. It didn’t really look like falling. He did a fucking roll.

"You just do a roll. It gives double points because you can't really get hurt and it looks better than falling on your face, you know what I'm saying?"

Eight just nodded. Although he was pretty sure that he would never be able to fall like this. But it really looked cool.

"Okay, now come here."

The smaller took some steps forward and was about to put his foot on the board but Four pushed it aside.

"You're not that far."

He said and Eight groaned a little, causing him to grin.

"Just a tiny thing before I let you stand on it. Close your eyes. Great, now let yourself fall forward. But before you can really fall, you catch yourself with your foot."

"Man I thought you'd catch me. Disappointed."

But Eight let himself fall and Four continued afterwards. As he finally saw Eight stand on the board, he was already proud. Not necessarily of Eight, but of himself. Because he taught him.

"Okay, I think I got this, so driving now I-"

The second Eight tried to actually get the board to move, he lost his balance. And although he tried his best to catch it again, he just fell.

Fortunately, right into Fours arms. He was already expecting something like this.

"Careful there."

He said softly and helped Eight back on the board. The smaller didn't look embarrassed at all, but ohh he was.

"Okay, just hold on to my hand, don't try to drive just let yourself roll."

Four advised and slowly pulled Eight with him on the board.

"Go left, we don't wanna collide with the wall, don't we?"

"How the fuck do I go left?"

"Lean in, come on, balance!"

Eights grip got a little tighter but he somehow managed not to hit the wall.

"WOW I did this, awesome!”

Four just laughed and let go of Eights hand.

"Wait, no. No. Don't. No no no give me that hand back."

"You don't need it, just relax."

Well, technically, Eight wouldn't have needed it at the extremely slow speed he was going. But Four kind of forgot to warn him about the slope in the middle of the hall. The moment he remembered it was already too late.

"JUMP OFF, JUMP OFF!"

Four gesticulated hysterically, already running to reach his friend who had no idea what was about to happen.

"What do you mean jump off, are you out of your fucking- HOLY SHI-"

A drawn-out scream echoed through the room

Eight drove off in high speed, not really knowing how to help himself and Four desperately tried to give him advice on how to get off the board but Eight just couldn't help himself.

"JUMP!"

Four screamed one last time and this time, Eight did. He jumped and landed on his side. Four ran over to him, kneeling down next to his friend.

"Mate are you alright?"

The smaller turned around, groaning a bit.

"For fucks sake this thing was trying to murder me."

Four bent over Eight, who looked into his face now. He was okay, no scratch, nothing. Just a bit dirt on his cheeks that Four wiped off with one swift motion.

What they didn't notice, was that they were not alone. Five, who was supposed to get them inside again, was standing in the gate of the hall. From her perspective of the scenario, Four wasn't just bending over to wipe some dirt off of Eights face. It looked like Four bent over to kiss him. Her eyes widened in shock and she turned around to run away.

Four and Eight turned a bit. They could swear they heard someone running.

"Maybe we should like... Stand up."

Eight suggested and Four just grinned a little, standing up and helping Eight to get onto his feet again.

"You did... pretty well for someone who never stood on a board before. just... The falling, man. It looked ridiculous."

Four said and Eight just grumbled a bit while cleaning his clothing from the dust.

"Yeah, well, I have to practice more if I want to fall like a pro. But now we should get inside. I need a shower and my clothes and I still have to text Amanda and ask Three for the key of my new room."

"Tough though, I mean, you can like leave the texting up to me..."

"Hell no. Who knows what you'd text her?"

Four wiggled his eyebrows and grinned seductively.

"Exactly. You'd scare her."

Both of them ended up laughing and then walked back to the plane. They just stopped by at Eights car so he could get out his bags.

"How much exactly did you take with you?"

"I bought most of it just before I came here. My ... My grandparents would have known if something went missing. So all of that stuff is new."

Four raised a brow and tilted his head a little.

"What about your parents?"

Eight just smiled and shook his head as he got one of the bags out.

"I'm not gonna tell you my life story. I was told not to even mention my name. So guess what I am not going to do?"

"We all know each others names. Oh come on, at least the name!"

"No chance, Four."

He grabbed another bag and closed the door of the car before locking it again. Four casually took one bag to himself. So it were just two boys, each of them with a sports bag over their shoulder, walking into the headquarter.

"Eight, can we have a word?"

Said person turned around, a little bit confused, a little bit suspicious. Five was the one speaking and even Four was surprised by that.

"Okay, sure, go for it."

He answered but the girl just looked at Four, who was also standing there, waiting for the talk to begin.

"Alone."

Four rolled his eyes.

"Oh come on you guys, are you serious?"

The blonde asked but took Eights bag as well without any further complains and walked away. He'd ask Eight about it later.

Because at first he placed Eights bags inside his room and then grabbed himself some fresh clothing. He casually walked by Twos room to find out whether they were fucking because he still needed a key.

Is it really necessary to say that his poor ears were abused by the noises he heard as he passed them? Probably not. He was going to ask Three later. Now he had to shower.

As Eight came back from his talk, he fearlessly approached Twos room to knock and ask for the key through the door. Three was probably asleep and Two answered. She told him that Three had lost the key and that he just had to kick in the door.

Eight didn't have to be told twice and the next thing Four heard was a loud noise and a quieter cracking sound. He jumped out of the shower and ran out with nothing but a towel around his waist.

"MATE WHAT THE FUCK?"

He exclaimed as he saw his friend, who was currently looking at the room in front of him. Highly satisfied. The door was on the ground BUT he had gained access.

Two came out of her room. And Four could swear he never saw her laugh like this. Hearing Two laugh, got the other ghosts curious who joined on the hallway to see what was happening.

There he was, Eight. The youngest member of them in front of a kicked in door, awfully proud. Then there was Four, a towel around his waist, which he was holding onto like his life depend on it, looking shocked. And then there was Two, laughing like the evil maniac everyone thought she could be.

"I- this was a joke. I have the key."

She managed to say and Eight looked at her with a mixture of dumbfounded and 'you've-got-to-be-kidding-me'.

Spoiler, Eight.

She wasn't kidding.

"Well, then... So it is."

Eight said and vanished into the room to put up the door again. Four followed him, although he wasn't wearing anything. He was still curious about the talk that Five and Eight had before.

"Mate?"

He asked and Eight placed the door to match the frame as good as possible.

"Yeah?"

He asked back and looked at it, not being satisfied at all. The door just stood there, LEANED there against the wall... He never had to actually repair a door he kicked in.

"What did Five say?"

He asked and Eight looked at Four for a moment.

"She didn't send you away just so I'd tell you later. It's nothing, really. You should be more worried about your shower. Because the water is still running."

Four looked down and at his body. He was still naked, still just the towel, still dripping wet. And... he completely missed Eights gaze.

"Naked suits you though, very aesthetic, nine out of ten."

The smaller boy said and popped a little smirk, causing Four to raise a brow at him.

"Why just nine? I think I'm at least an eleven."

"Oh, you sure are but the facial expression you're doing is just... you look confused."

Now if that wasn't the chance to bring back the game from before and win it this time. Four chuckled a little and looked down shortly before he lifted his head, taking a step forward to be closer to Eight. And he really was close. So close, Eight was worried to get wet himself.

"What about now?"

Four asked with his deep voice and starred into Eights eyes, taking one hand away from his towel in order to place it on the other boys cheek. In other words; he really made sure Eight would lose. Which he did. Big time. Because that red shimmer on his face went really well with the widened eyes and the goose bumps he got. Four enjoyed this moment of victory to the fullest. With plopping the next big smirk, he backed off.

"1:1, drawn. May the games be continued."

The blonde said while grinning. Oh how good it felt to win... But his victory was not claimed yet, which he knew just too well. Before making it out of the room, he stopped.

"Oh and Eight..?"

Eight, who was still embarrassed and currently holding the door, looked at him.

"What?"

"You don't play a game you're doomed to lose."

Eight clenched his eyes together and a low growl left his mouth.

"Oh you just got me fucking started."

He managed to breathe out through his gritted teeth. Four just grinned.

"I'm already excited."

And with that, he got under the shower again.

Eight was pissed. He hated losing. Especially losing control. This game couldn't continue like that. He refused to let Four win. But beating that last one was about to be hard. Not impossible, but hard. Before he could think of a plan, his phone started ringing. It was Amanda.

"Hey babe, what's wrong?"

Eights voice casually dropped an octave as he picked up the phone. Unfortunately, his voice wasn't the only thing that dropped. And only through holding his hand up fast enough, it didn't hit the ground.

"Oh for fucks sake, you ass-hat of a fricking door! Oh god, I am so sorry my angel, I hope I didn't scare you? I just bumped my head on a door because I was so surprised to see your number on my phone, I already thought something happened. And of course I then paid attention to you rather than the door..."

"Well saved, boy."

Eights eyes widened. That wasn't Amandas voice. It was a male voice. It was her father.

"Good evening, sir."

The raven-haired said while slowly putting the door down in order to be able to walk over to see One.

"To you too, Jacob. Now, you seem to be someone who is swearing a lot?"

"Not really, sir. I curse when I am alone. I normally don't whenever I am around people."

Eight could hear Amanda agree with him in the background and he took a deep breath as he tapped Ones shoulder before he gesticulated to tell him that Amandas father was on the other side.

But that didn't work out well. One just looked at him confused so Eight rolled his eyes and walked over to the pin board to point at a picture of the man. Now One understood.

"So, Jacob, where are your parents?"

"My parents died, sir."

Silence. The way Eights voice sounded so brutally honest and yet so hurt must have been the factor that convinced the man on the other side.

"But I have learned to look out for myself."

He added and listened to the thoughtful silence on the other side.

"You know, Jacob, I'd like to meet you in person. I assume you should be free tomorrow?"

"Yes sir, I am free."

Eight sounded excited and even One would have bought the whole facade if he didn't know that this was absolutely fake. The boy grabbed a pen and wrote ‘tomorrow’ on the board so One would understand.

"Good. Amanda will send you the details later."

A big grin was plastered on the young mans face.

"I feel honoured, sir. Thank you for the great opportunity."

"It was her idea. Besides, there is one last thing..."

"Yes?"

"What kind of car do you drive?"

"Mercedes c-class amg, newest model, matte-metallic-blue."

Silence. One looked at Eight as if he was about to kill him for that much information. But Eight was lucky.

"Amg motor? Because if so, why didn't you chose a SL instead? They are sportier."

"Oh, I wanted enough seats. I don't know if I want to have a family when I'm older so a car with four doors was the obvious choice, sir."

He could hear a soft laugh on the other line.

"You seem to be very decent, how come my daughter picked you?"

"DAD!!!"

"Okay, I'll let you two talk now. Bring your car tomorrow."

"Yes sir, thank you!"

One looked confused as fuck, but he was satisfied with the result. The only thing that really counted. Eight looked so proud of himself… just as if he had kicked in another door.

"Babe, not to be disappointing you but, can we text from now on? I still gotta shower and I have a few things to settle for tomorrow. "

Eight turned around and walked towards the shower again and they ended the call after exchanging some awfully romantic words.

Right after finishing, the boy put on the pullover he had from Four and approached said person in his room. Not before he softly knocked on the door though. Who knew what the other was doing in there?

"Four?"

He asked and peeked through the door. Four looked up and tilted his head.

"Hm?”

He hummed lowly and Eight entered the room.

"I wanted to get my stuff before I go to bed."

"You want to go to bed, like... now?"

Eight looked a little confused.

"Yeah, why shouldn't I?"

Four pointed at Eights side of the bed. Uhm, I mean the side on which Eight slept last night, obviously.

"Thought we could still do something?"

Eight saw a chance and he took it. His lips curled up into a challenging smirk. And it was the only warning Four got.

"What do you have in mind, Four?"

Eight asked and spoke softly as he closed the door to approach the bed. Four, who now understood what this situation was about, started grinning a little.

"I don't know,-"

You could barely hear the pause he made, but before ending his sentence with a simple 'you tell me' he remembered what Eight said about his accent, his voice and the choice of words.

"-love, whatever is on your mind."

Eights eyes had that spark again. The spark Four found both, truly amazing and incredibly challenging.

"Looking at you lying there, I have a thousand things on my mind."

Eight now stood directly in front of Four who sat up just to lay his hands on the others waist. He was not going to let Eight take the lead again. Never.

"Enlighten me then, darling."

He hummed, rubbing the fabric of the sweater Eight wore softly against the others skin. Eight smirked slightly as he bowed down to be closer to Four.

"Oh, we don't need words for that."

He whispered and leaned his forehead against Fours, who was now getting tensed. He was about to lose but something saved him. Eights phone. An annoyed groan left the smallers mouth and he stood straight again.

"This one doesn't count. Although it would have been my win."

Four just laughed. He was more relieved than anything. So relieved, he kept holding Eights waist for a little longer just because he totally forgot about it.

"So, you got some pudding while we spend the night?"

Four grinned a little and stood up to get some pudding for them. And two spoons. Only now, that Eight finished responding to the text message he just got, he noticed that the room wasn't a mess anymore. No clothes on the ground, the whiskey bottle on the nightstand and the bed was neat.

"You cleaned? Never thought you'd be capable of that."

Eight grinned and Four turned around as if he, again, wanted to defend himself.

"Sarcasm. I'm not surprised. I think it looks much better that way."

Eight let himself fall on the bed and groaned a little while burying his head in the pillow.

"What did she send you? Some cheesy good night text?"

Four asked as he walked over to the bed, sitting next to Eight.

"No; sent me a pic of her."

The sentence got Fours attention. Curiosity spread inside of him.

"Can I see?"

He asked and Eight pushed the phone over to him.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but no boobs, just her in my pullover."

Four eyed the picture. He just really paid more attention to the hoodie than to the girl. A simple black hoodie with the word ‘passion’ written on it.

"Passion, I like that. Bet it suited you."

Eight smiled slightly but before he could express how thankful he was, Four scrolled up.

"OHHH mate, what is THIS?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Eight asked now and turned his head away from the pillow. The moment he saw Fours smirk, he knew what this was about.

"Would you please not stare at my body, that is kinda private."

"Didn't know you had muscles."

"I don't know whether I should hit you for the fact that you just assumed I was all slim and weak or for the fact that you forgot that everyone got muscles because no one could move without them."

Eight said before he hit Fours shoulder with his fist. Not slightly, not carefully, hard. He was truly pissed.

"Ouch, hey! Mate, I didn't mean it like that..."

He tried to calm his friend and rubbed his shoulder.

"You're well-build and I was joking."

Eight was still grumbling and turned his head away again. Four wanted to sigh but he kept it. It would make it worse.

"I mean it. Seriously."

Eight turned back and looked at Four who placed a pudding in front of him, as well as a spoon. Although the raven-haired wanted to, he couldn't suppress his smile. Instead, he sat up and ate his pudding.

"Thanks."

He mumbled and Four just nodded as he put the phone down to eat his as well.

"How come you don’t have a girlfriend, like Five or so?"

Eight broke the silence and looked over to his friend who raised a brow, then furrowed them and shrugged.

"I don't know if Five would be down for that."

Now Eight raised his brow.

"Just- how blind are you exactly?"

"Huh?"

Eight chuckled as he shook his head. But Four didn't get what this was about so he just shrugged.

"I guess I am not good in figuring out what people think of me. What do you think of me though?"

Eight nearly choked on his pudding.

"Why would you want to know that?"

"Why wouldn't I? You're my best friend here so of course I care about your opinion."

If it was possible to describe the purity of Eights smile and how big it grew, I'd do it. But it wasn't

"I uhm... I actually must say that so far, there is nothing I don't like about you. What about me? What do you think of me?"

Eight asked and Four grinned a little.

"The same, actually. You're a fun guy. A horrible skateboarder but a fun guy."

The smaller threw him a glare but they ended up laughing about it. The phone was still laying in the middle and Eight grabbed it to unlock it and look at the message he had missed.

"News from your girl?"

"Actually, it's NUDES from 'my' girl."

Now it was Fours turn to nearly choke on his food.

"What?"

"You heard me. Now... what do I respond to boobs?"

Four lifted his hand to rest it on Eights shoulder and made sure that his friend would face him. It created a dramatic scene in which Four took a deep breath before responding with all seriousness he could bring up.

"A dickpic."

Eight blinked for a second before Four started laughing hysterically.

"Your face dude!"

Eight still looked a little perplex before he started laughing as well and shook his head.

"Oh wise master of the spoons... But I will not send her a picture of my dick."

Four was still laughing and Eight replied something before letting himself fall on the bed again.

"I'm tired. Let's sleep."

He looked over at Four, who now put the empty pudding stuff away.

"You're probably right."

Four responded and laid down next to Eight who seemingly forgot that he had his own room. But he wasn't the only one who forgot.

"Night mate."

"Night."

AN: Please feel free to reblog so this fanfiction reaches more people~ Thank you for following up, you’re amazing, have a great day!

[a-nerd-obsessed]

Yet Another Long, Unnecessary, and Obvious Star Wars Trailer Breakdown (Read: Fangirl Blathering) that Literally No One Asked For

Yup. I’m doing it again.

(My other breakdown for the first trailer is here.)

So this time we start with Rey in training mode. Apparently, she’s following Obi-Wan’s training regimen by using that remote that Finn found on the Falcon in TFA and the helmet with the blast shield that Luke used in ANH. 

But something happened to call her away, which is why she drops everything (except the lightsaber, thank goodness) and starts running through the jungle. I assume she’s headed back to the Resistance base of operations, which we see more of later in the trailer. 

Is it too much to assume this might be Endor’s forest moon? That would connect with the Death Star wreckage and how they end up on the Death Star.

Then we’re on the Death Star, with Rey jumping across a chasm, one that I believe is the same where the Emperor fell to his “death” in ROTJ. Behind her you can see the turbolift where Luke and Vader arrived before approaching the Emperor, which would mean she’s looking towards his throne.

Finn’s been giving the voice over thus far, speaking about how “the Force brought us together.” The shot we get of him looks to be from the planet where the Knights of Ren will be making an appearance, along with the chase scene from the first trailer, and the ultra-awesome TIE Fighter FlipTM.

What’s he looking at? No idea. Wouldn’t it be hilarious if he’s looking at Kylo’s TIE Whisper with Rey riding on the back and he’s just like... wtf?

More running Rey... presumably a continuation of the previous shot

And we get more Lando!!! I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to see what they have in store for Lando’s part in this film. Again, we haven’t got much of anything, but based on the way this scene is set up, it looks like he just showed up at the Resistance’s base. Everyone knows who he is, of course, and they all turn out to see the old Rebellion hero.

We’re not alone

From Poe’s voice over and the visual we see here, I think Lando’s going to bring something to the Resistance - a game changer. I mean, besides himself.

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. Lando Calrissian = the best part of the Solo movie. And let’s be real, I’ll take any more Lando content I can get.

And then we see Rose, looking tired and burnt out. Behind her, Connix doesn’t look much better. Also, shit’s going down in the background. It looks like the base is being attacked and they’re having to evacuate. 

But wow, I really hope that we get more of Rose’s character arc. Along with Finn and Poe, they’re the ones who grew the most in TLJ. Rose didn’t have a lot of confidence at the start of the last movie, but she became stronger by the end. And of course it’ll be interesting to see how they choose to proceed with her and Finn’s relationship.

And then it’s my boys!!!

Good people will fight if we lead them

I don’t know if this is a line Poe actually says in the movie, but I like that they chose him to say it. He’s been learning this whole time how to be a leader and I think we’re going to see that growth come to fruition here. Not that he can’t do a bunch of crazy stuff or get in trouble (because goshdarnit I freaking love that) but he’ll be more aware of the consequences for the people he’s leading.

Also, what are they looking at? Maybe it’s Rey busting out of the jungle because she knows they’re in trouble. I’m not 100% sure this is connected to the earlier bits with the base getting attacked but the guys in the background look like they’re trying to get outta there ASAP. 

The next shot appears to be some sort of Resistance transport taking off... or landing... or crashing. Still I feel like the theme is we gotta go.. 

AND THEN WE GET THIS

People keep telling me they know me...

...no one does

But I do

*SIMULTANEOUSLY COMBUSTS AND ACHIEVES NIRVANA*

This. Is everything.

Like, who needs the movie?

Just kidding. I do. Desperately.

But guys, this is exactly it: they are the only ones who know what the other person is going through, understand where they’ve come from, and seen where they’re going. 

This is going to sound cliché and dramatic af, but their fates are intertwined. They are going to bring balance to the Force. Like, that’s fact at this point. Don’t @ me.

Next we see TIE fighters coming up on this icy island, which appears to be free-floating? I don’t know if it’s orbiting a planet or if it’s by itself in space, but it’s not a reflection over water like I thought the first time I saw the trailer. 

Again I’m assuming it’s that same icy, mountainous city we saw in the first trailer where our Resistance heroes are going to meet up with Zori Bliss (who we also see later for the first time live!) And it seems they’re going to be rousted from here as well as the jungle planet where their base was located - the First Order is closing in.

Long have I waited...

Okay, Palps. We get it. Your throne is super menacing. We know you’re all creepy and evil. Let’s just hope that Rey and Kylo kill him for good this time. Although as Luke says, no ones ever really gone... so yeah.

This Star Destroyer is breaking out of the ice somewhere - so maybe Palpatine pulled a Steve Rogers and went into deep freeze for a few decades?

(And yeah I’m pretty sure it’s ice, people, not water - I’ve watched it in slo-mo SEVERAL TIMES OKAY)

*insert March of the Resistance*

The Millennium Falcon!!!

You know what I might miss the most about the saga ending? This old ship. Okay, not really, but it is very near and dear to my heart.

Ok, pause for a second with me. Can you imagine this: 

Versus this?!?

Like, HELL YES. This is the ultimate showdown, baby! BRING IT ON!

I like how the Resistance’s side is a bunch of random ships as compared to the First Order. I’d like to think that this is an Avengers: Endgame style battle where literally EVERYONE shows up, even if they’re not in the Resistance. They just know that Palpatine/First Order is the ultimate evil that needs to be taken down at all cost and risk to self.

Anyway...

...and now your coming together...

Interesting that they chose to impose Palpatine’s words over both our classic heroes together in the Falcon and over Rey and Kylo “fighting.” I say “fighting” because are they really opponents? Really? Not in this story. Obviously they’re not yet on the same page, but their relationship been a rollercoaster thus far and I feel like we’ve got some abrupt twists still to come.

Something goes boom. No idea what, but with a Star Destroyer lurking in the background, something sinister is afoot.

Poe to the rescue!! Is there someone else in there? I can’t see for sure, but he’s headed to the Death Star, where we know Kylo and Rey end up at some point. 

Then they give us this HEART-WRENCHING SCENE of C-3PO saying goodbye to his friends?!?! Like, what does this mean? Without context, we can’t be sure, but it sounds like he’s going away - permanently. I never expected it - which is great for plot - but I don’t know what to think about this.

Also could be a total red herring. He could be risking his life and he’s saying goodbye just in case. Or he’s getting a reboot - maybe he knows too much, or maybe forgot something when his memory was wiped in ROTS and he needs to remember. I literally have no idea, but even D-0 looks concerned. (I love him already)

Also note Zori Bliss in the left corner of this shot! I cannot WAIT to know what her role is going to be in this story. And we can tell they’re where they first meet up with her in the snowy city because they’re all wearing thick insulated gear. So I feel like this would be earlier in the film...?

CHEWIE!!!

This guy’s gone through so much. Please just give us Ben Solo redeemed just for his sake.

Chewie’s had so much practice running through corridors taking out stormtroopers. Hopefully this is the last time...

UGH MY HEART.

Every time.

Now with more footage of the Resistance’s jungle base and their evacuation... why are they hugging here? Is Leia staying behind? Are they splitting up? Rey has clearly become close to Leia, which I’m thrilled by. I’m curious to see how they play this. 

We don’t see much of Pasaana in this trailer, but we do find out who threw up that smokescreen for our Resistance friends during the chase sequence. BB-8 is a trouble-maker. Honestly he’s worse than Poe, but he doesn’t get the proper fear he’s due because he’s just so gosh darn adorable. And with everyone encouraging him, he’s not liable to get better.

Of course we can’t have Lando in this movie without having him pilot the Falcon. I kind of love that even though it’s Han’s ship (sorry Lando) everyone has some kind of connection to this old freighter. Again, I love the Falcon.

Then we see a Y-wing taking on a Star Destroyer, with more in the background. Part of that epic showdown?

Finn has joined with Jannah, another new (female!) character that I can’t wait to meet. They’re mounted on charging orbaks, which are from Pasaana. Does the final showdown take place in the sky above the desert planet? Is this part of the emergence of that Star Destroyer from the ice?

Cut back to the Death Star wreckage, where Kylo and Rey are facing off - note Kylo’s saber isn’t lit. Rey doesn’t trust him for obvious reasons (cough, cough, failed proposal in the throne room).

My gut instinct says they didn’t know the other was coming here. But something drew them both here - maybe this is Palpatine’s influence bringing them together.

Or is this a Force bond vision? Is the bond still a player in this chapter?

Back to the outside - Finn runs up and calls Rey’s name, probably interrupting their duel. As much as I’d like it, I feel like the alignment of Kylo and Rey’s objectives doesn’t happen until Pasaana - and yeah I’m kind of putting the events of Pasaana after the Death Star. Do I have solid evidence for this? Nope. Just my current interpretation of the absolute lack of plot we can get from the footage we have so far. 

That said, I have no idea where this shattering of the Dark Side artifact would fit in. But yes they’re working together here. They’re very clearly attacking the ugly black thing (it looks a lot like Vader’s mask again) and not each other based on their stance and movement. 

Also, theory time: 

We’ve seen dark Rey in the previous trailer. She seems very rigid and emotionless - like a vision, perhaps, not a flesh-and-blood Darksider.

IWe also see this shot of Rey at the end of the trailer:

She’s also pretty emotionless, and the background is out of focus. This could be from another segment of Kylo’s (or Rey’s?) vision. With them shattering the Dark artifact together... could it be them breaking free of the trance? We never see this location in any of the other footage. This could be a part of the vision, too.

Back to the trailer sequence: We see more of the Resistance heroes and that (final?) battle. This just points out that they’re in some kind of atmosphere if Finn and Co. are running along the outside of a Star Destroyer. 

Back on the Death Star: Kylo’s intense gaze that communicates so much. 

We can’t see what he sees, but it’s like every other time he looks at Rey - he knows what he wants. It liquidizes my mind every time. 

And then OMG JUST DIE ALREADY PALPATINE. NOBODY LIKES YOU.

Kylo better figure out whatever is keeping him from helping Rey out and get his butt over there. Only together can they do this.

The Force will be with you

Always

Interesting how they give us almost no plot that we had already, huh? And I like it that way. 

We don’t see Hux or the Knights of Ren at all - which is a significant omission.

I have an idea of the sequence of what I think is going to happen, but honestly I’m probably all wrong. Still I trust them to finish the saga in a satisfying way. 

What are your thoughts on the trailer?

[sugasmainn]

Fate [Single Dad Taehyung]

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           Those beautiful brightened eyes. He looked at them every day, and they gave him the strength to keep going on. His daughter was his life. After her mother left them because their daughter was, “not what she expected or wanted”, he vowed to make sure she would feel loved and the gap her mother left was filled. He was so thankful for his daughter, Rose. He chose the name because of how he blossomed his heart from the moment he laid eyes on her.

           Although he loved every minute of being a father to Rose, some days it was extremely difficult to have the weight of everything on your shoulders alone. There were moments within his days that he felt that he wasn’t enough and that he wasn’t giving his daughter everything she needed. Because of his busy work schedule, he felt like she may think that his job was more important than she was to him, and that was far beyond the truth. When she was just a baby, he didn’t know what to do as far as someone caring for her while he was working. For the three months of her life, he worked as much as he could from home, struggling to find out what to do.

           That’s why he was so thankful for Y/N. Meeting her that day in the hallway of their apartment complex, it was like fate had given him a miracle. That’s how he referred to Y/N, as his miracle.  After some time of speaking on occasion, she learned how he was a single father trying to balance work life and dad life, so she offered to watch Rose while he was at work. She could see how the weight of everything was getting to him, and she absolutely adored children.

           “I’m not sure. Rose has never been with anyone else without me with her. Even when some of my hyungs come over and hold her, she cries until I take her back. I’m not so sure how she may be with you” Taehyung said to Y/N.

           “Well, if you’d like, I’d love to meet her! I have a degree in teaching, and this seems perfect. You need someone to watch her and I need a job” She replied.

           To say Rose was used to her from the moment she met her would be an understatement. Rose loved her and loved to have her around, and so was her father. He and Y/N started to become great friends as she was caring for Rose. They’d have movie night all together, go to the playground, and even just hang out in the living room talking about nonsense when Rose went to sleep.

           As she continued to grow, Rose would often ask to see her. “Appa, can we go see Y/N? I miss her” His now 5-year-old would often say to her father.

           This made Taehyung chuckle a bit, saying to her, “You just saw her a day ago Rose. How can you miss her this bad already?”

           “Because she is my mom.”

           This threw Taehyung off a bit. He never discussed the topic of her mother because, she never really asked, so he never felt the point in bringing something up he wouldn’t know how to explain to a little girl. Since she never brought the subject up, he never really felt like she noticed or that it mattered much to her. But now, hearing her say this, he didn’t know how to proceed with the situation that laid before him. Does he tell her about her real mother? Does he just leave it alone? Does she realize that Y/N isn’t her real mother?

           “Your mother?”            “Yeah, Y/N’s my mom. Don’t you know that daddy? She sings to me, plays games with me, cooks for me, and she loves us!” Rose said with excitement in her voice.

           “Yeah, I guess she is like a mother to you sweetheart.”

           “No daddy, she’s not LIKE my mommy. She IS my mommy!” That 5-year-old persisted.

           With a deep sigh, Taehyung felt a sharp pain in his heart, about to give his daughter the talk he had been dreading to give since her mother left them. How was he going to explain that her mother believed they both weren’t ‘good enough’ for her?

           “Well honey, actually-“ Before he could finish his thought, he was interrupted by the sound of his doorbell ringing. Whoever you are, thank you.“Hold on. Let me go see who’s at the door princess.”

           As he walked over to open the door, he saw it was Y/N holding a plate of chocolate and sugar cookies with her pajamas on. Even the sight of her in such casual and messing clothing made his heart skip a beat. What are you doing to me Y/N?He thought to himself. He used to vow that the only person who would ever capture his heart was his beloved daughter. But, since growing closer to her, Taehyung found himself growing fond of Y/N, and his heart was starting to flutter every time he laid his eyes on her. And seeing her with Rose made feel like it was going to pound out of his chest. They were, in their weird dysfunctional way, a family.

           “What are you doing here?” He asked her finally breaking from his thoughts.

           “The weather outside is absolutely horrendous. I was making some goodies for my family when they visit next week, but I made some extra and wanted to see if you and Rose wanted to spend the day inside watching some movies?” She asked. He smiled, knowing Rose was going to love the idea.

           Before he could answer her, Rose entered from the kitchen at the sound of Y/N’s voice. “Y/N? You’re here! I was just telling daddy how much I missed you!”

           “I missed you too princess! I was just telling your daddy about having a movie day!”

           With her big and bright eyes, she looked at her father with a pout, begging him, “Please daddy? Can mommy stay in with us today?”

           Y/N was now the one looking shocked. Did she just call me mommy?She thought to herself. She didn’t find the gesture to be odd or alarming, in fact, she found it endearing since her mother left her. She couldn’t believe or understand how anyone could leave such a beautiful and sweet soul like Rose, but she was still shocked. Y/N looked at Taehyung now, and was still speechless.

           “Yes princess, Y/N can stay. Why don’t you go and get everything ready? Pick a movie, we’ll be there in a minute” He said, now gently leading Y/N into the kitchen to talk privately.

           “I’m really sorry about her calling you mommy. I’m not sure where it came from. Just before you came in she was saying the same thing to me. I don’t know how I’m going to tell her about her real mother” He said to Y/N, looking defeated.

           After a minute of silence, Y/N looked at him and said, “So don’t”

           “What?”

           “Don’t tell her about her mother. She already believes I’m her mother, and I love her as if she’s my own daughter already, so just let it be.”

           “What? No, I couldn’t make you-“

           “You’re not making me do anything. I’m doing this because I love her like she’s my daughter already. I’d do anything for her. I take care of her as if I was her mother anyways. So, why not just let me be that mother figure in her life?”

           To say Taehyung was shocked would be an understatement. He was touched and saw Y/N in a new light. He couldn’t believe that Y/N wanted to take the role of being Rose’s mother. “Are you sure? Because once you agree to this, there’s no backing out.”

           “Tae, I’ve been here consistently every day through her fevers, tantrums, the terrible 2’s, soccer games, school plays, etc. for the past 5 years since she was only 3 months old. I’m not going anywhere.”

           A huge smile began to form on his face, embracing her with a huge grin. When they let go, they made their way to the living room to spend the day with THEIR princess. “What movie did you pick sweetheart?” He asked Rose.

           “I picked Cinderella! It’s mine and mommy’s favorite to watch!” she said getting comfy next to them. “Right mommy?”

           Looking down at her little girl with a huge smile, Y/N said, “Yes baby girl. It is my favorite.”

           As the movie went on, Rose fell asleep half way through the movie. Y/N was relaxing and focused on the movie playing, but Taehyung was focused on something else. He was looking at his precious daughter, asleep on Y/N’s lap with her arm over her in a protective manner. Now being Rose’s mother figure, he began to see Y/N in a new light. He also realized he had feelings towards her, I mean, how couldn’t he? She was beautiful, but his priority was always Rose. But now, looking at the two of you, he felt something different. Though, he didn’t understand why at first. You three have sat on this couch, doing exactly what you were doing now countless times over the past 5 years, but there was something there looking at you too right now that he couldn’t put a finger on.

           Home,is what he thought to himself. Looking at you two, in this moment right now, he felt like he was home. This, you two, were his home.

           Just then, Y/N felt a pair of eyes looking at her and looked over to Taehyung, who didn’t feel the need to look away. “What are you smiling for?”

           “How much you mean to me.”

           “Aw Tae. You mean a lot to me too. You and Rose!”

           But, she didn’t understand what he was trying to tell her. He cared about her so much, hell, he thinks he may love her, but he was so scared to say it to her. I mean, after 5 years, yeah, of course he’s going to grow to love her, but he realized he LOVED her loved her. It’s either you tell her now, or you don’t at all.

           Mustering up all his strength and confidence left, he took Y/N’s left hand and said, “I don’t think you understand. I love you Y/N”

           Wide eyed, she stayed silent, not sure if she was hearing him correctly. So, Taehyung continued, “The way you take care of Rose and myself, how could I not begin to fall for you? You’ve been there through everything and we have so much in common besides our love for Rose. Over the past 5 years, you’ve helped me in ways I couldn’t have imagined, and I don’t know where I’d be without that help. You’ve become my best friend, and I fell for my best friend. I love you, Y/N”

           At this point, Taehyung was a nervous mess. He just confessed his love to her for the first time. Hell, this the first time he’s done anything like this since Rose’s mother walked out on them. He wasn’t sure he knew what he was doing, but he knew the words that came out of his mouth were nothing short of the truth. He knew that every fiber of his being had fallen for Y/N. It was just, he wasn’t sure if she felt the same way towards him.

           After what felt like forever, he began to feel defeated by her silent stare at him. She must feel awkward now, being as she probably doesn’t feel the same. He thought to himself. Then, Y/N spoke up, saying, “I love you too Tae. I just never thought you felt that way towards me because you never made a move.”

           “I was so nervous. Rose loves you to death, I never wanted anything to make you feel uncomfortable to the point where you would leave her, and me.”

           Now, Y/N took Taehyung’s hands up to her lips and kissed the back of it. “I would never leave you. You’re my family.”

           “Well, now that we got that out of the way, how do you say to a date this Saturday? Our first has a couple.”

           “Who’s going to watch our princess here?” Y/N said referring to Rose.

           “I’ll get one of my hyungs to come over for a couple of hours. She’ll be happy to see one of her uncles come over”

           “Then yes, I’d love that” Y/N said, and kissed him on the cheek, and going back to cuddling and finishing up the movie as she began to fall asleep as well.

           He still couldn’t help but have a surge of happiness run through his body. The way she said that he and Rose were her family, it felt complete and natural. He felt like a home. This was his home. Rose, Y/N and himself, they were, in fact, a family this whole time. It just took him 5 years, and his daughter calling Y/N her mother for him to see that this was his family, and this was his home.

[toasttz]

From the Tabletop X

Shit yeah! I'm totally alive! It's not that our games stopped or anything (though our D&D GM was ready to throw it all at the wall, he has decided to soldier on). Just that I've gotten wrapped up in other things. Like, uh, GM'ing! Yeah, remember, like, a year ago when I started this series and mentioned I really like Shadowrun? We kicked off a Shadowrun 5e game! So, today's special 10th-ennial extravaganza will be Shadowrun talk time, or me at the opposite side of the table. To begin, our players' runners: Troppo - an Australian who ventured to Seattle in search of work once a military injury (several lost fingers) had him on a medical discharge. His role in the party is infiltrator. Which gives him license to trivialize otherwise-challenging moments in my campaign by stealth-killing all the enemies I made for them. Later ends up dating a Johnson after a particular run. Still active as of this writing. Then there's Big Iron - our street sammy. An ex-cop who was put on indefinite administrative leave when she became known as Knight Errant's personal walking PR disaster - effectively the sixth world's version of the Demolition Man. However, as part of the conditions of this arrangement, she had to be on-call when KE needed her for anything. She became a runner to make ends meet and kind of became the Team Mom. And lastly is Clockwork. Clockwork is a decker who runs hot or cold - either hyper-compotent and hacking the planet, or getting thwarted by an OSHA-compliant stairwell (not joking about this) with no inbetweens. Rare flashes of brilliance illuminated the short and underwhelming career of a runner who, as of the most recent update, was sent to the hospital because his overweight girlfriend sat on his face. As the GM, I refuse to issue apologies or excuses. Mostly because, God damn man, you could've done SO MUCH BETTER! Oh yeah, I realize there is a canon runner named Clockwork. Well, we didn't know that going into it, so he got to fly under the radar on that. If he had actually hung in there, I planned on having the canon Clockwork troll him at some point. So, to start, we're all new and Sixth World is out of reach at the time (and debuting late at our local shops), so I decide to pitch the classic: a Stuffer Shack run. Seattle, 2080, early nostril-freezing early January. Big Iron goes into said Stuffer Shack, getting herself some snacks and condoms (in order not to look "lame"). The boy at the counter sleepily rings her up, just in time for Troppo - Spider-Manning his way up to a rooftop in order to eye a gang of elves acting shifty outside the store. This leads to the first glitch of the game - the elves glitch in their attempt to notice Spider-Troppo. Elf 3: Whoa! Look! That pigeon is fat! Elf 4: Who cares?! Focus! Troppo: Troppo sits in silence to watch these crazy elves, taking only minor offense at being called a fat pigeon. One of the elves goes around the side to start hacking the security (which isn't exactly top-notch), and the other three enter and declare themselves the "Daggerbacks" - an elven supremacy movement looking to expand the glorious empire of Tir Tangaire (and sucking at it). Big Iron attempted to take the high road and offered them a chance to reconsider this terrible decision, but they scoff at the offer and a shootout ensues. This goes poorly for the elves (and would've gone worse for them, had I properly read about how this system handles damage! Shadowrun is a ruthlessly kill-y system!) as Big Iron sends the three scattering, one diving for cover, one wounded who slumps into a wall, and the leader with a baseball-sized hole in his torso, blown backwards into the store's front door. He is then grabbed by a colossal, Troll hand, which firmly affixes to his head, causing him to drop his firearm in defeat. The owner of the hand is Oscar, a former coworker of Big Iron who "just so happened to be in the neighborhood" at the time and lent a hand in arresting them. Oh yeah, and Clockwork traced their network activity and arrived at the scene in the nick of too late. Troppo ultimately intimidated their decker into absolute surrender, lifting a coupon for "SUSHI RAINBOW - NOW WITH REAL FISH!" and his deck off him in the process, causing him to flee - claiming to never really care about the Tir - without deck but with soiled pants. The firefight inside dies down not long after. Cashier: You shot it, you bought it! Big Iron: Now's not the time! By sheer coincidence, the other elves had SUSHI RAINBOW coupons on them as well - my subtle shove towards a meet-up place. Big Iron and Troppo meet en route, having established they did work together in the past. Before long, we were all together, meeting at SUSHI RAINBOW, its owners being Japanese immigrants, Yoshi and Rinko Watanabe and their gyaru daughter, Honoka. Since we were playing with few players than normally constitutes a full runner team, I made a few NPCs to help fill any niches that needed addressing. Honoka was a technomancer and had skills like auto mechanic and gunsmith. And, due to an amusing typo (AKA: Clockwork's persistent illiteracy), a new team of runners was born: "Hey, guys! Someone's biting my runner handle!" complained Friend Octopus. "You really need to change it, dude," Observed Radical Larry. "You're one to talk," sighed Sexy Penguin. "All of you, shut up and focus. This bomb isn't gonna defuse itself and if it goes off, we'll lose the entire shipment of irridium discs!" scolds their leader, Disco Panda. Anyways, back in Seattle, we learn Yoshi and Rinko are retired runners who still have contacts throughout the city. Rinko agrees to bring the runners on on a regular basis, provided they assist with a little issue that's been plaguing them for a while: The Silver Knives. A gang of over-the-hill mostly-mages, who are going around and harassing people as of late in the area. I learned many of the foibles of GMs that day. On account the first leg of the run (a shoot-up down a narrow corridor/alleyway) was trivialized by Troppo Spider-Troppo'ing down on them and assassinating them. For reference, I use the dice that came in the Sixth World Beginner's Box - cuz they're super cool - and these geezers were glitching left and right. So, having made complete work of that, the runners got to the main event - a raid on their warehouse compound (where they would be paid for each of the gang necklaces of each head they popped) and were assigned an NPC shaman, Fallen Snow, an Amerindian Shaman who had a... very special master spirit. I used Shark from the core book as the basis and... well... Go to Youtube, and search for "Lumpy Touch Movie Sonic". Once again, as GM, I never make apologies. Except in one run. But that was only half my fault. Fucking stairs, man. Not even once. Well, I underestimated them again and, though the gangers had a numbers advantage, Troppo and Fallen Snow were stealth/assassin builds and Clockwork was given the rival in the form of the 1337 H@X0R, an elderly, experienced hacker who was learning computers before the previous Great Crash, well up to 2080. Fallen Snow then reveals her spirit as Wendigo (full name: Wendigo of the North), who proceeds to beat the hell out of and then subsequently eats the gangers as they go. Now, a small excerpt from our game: "Snow thrusts her arms out to the side as she glows dimly, as two disproportionately long, clawed hands extend up, then out, landing on the ground and pushes up a lumbering, terrifyingly large spirit. Its head is clad in a goat's skull, but its eyes still seem to bulge and protrude from the sockets, as if they are being squeezed. It has a massive set of jaws and ever-convulsing skin that paradoxically seems to hang limp off the spirit's frame. "HEY GUIYS!" the spirit announces itself in an echoing, unearthly voice, "I'm STARVIN' over here!" “Jesus fuck, Snow,” Troppo says under his breath, without taking his eyes off the sprawling enemies. "Wendigo. By our contract. Kill the Silver Knives. Oh, and don't swallow their necklaces. We need those," Snow demands. "Does that mean... WHAT I THINK IT MEANS?!" the spirit cackles. Snow sighs, rolls her eyes, and replies, "Yes. You may eat them. Don't belabor the point. We're in a hurry and outnumbered," “Jesus FUCK, Snow,” Troppo repeats, with greater emphasis this time. Clockwork gasps "Holy shit" Snow rests her eyes for a moment with a sigh. "When gangers killed my family... my magical 'spark' ignited. And I screamed for anything that would give me revenge. And I summoned a Spirit of Hunger," "OH BOY OH BOY, YOU GUYS! It's like a buffet line! Sure, the meat's tough and been under the heat lamp too long, but there's SO MUCH TO TRY!" Wendigo guffaws as his legs manifest and he rises to his full height. After Clockwork used his gun to off a guy in meatspace, Wendigo even pried, "Are you gonna eat that?!" with a sadistic laugh. Clockwork won (narrowly), just in time for the BOSS FIGHT to stomp in - a cybered-up ork with raw strength to spare. When he threw Wendigo across the warehouse, even Big Iron strongly considered the better part of valor. Boss: Well, well, well... I go out for one night on the town with the missus and I come back to find everyone in my branch has kicked their damn oxygen habit... Troppo: Well, to be fair, it's a bad habit to have. Everyone who has it eventually ends up dead. Boss: Too true. Too true. Especially in this day and age. So, you busted up my joint. Least I can do is tell you my call sign. Y'er, uh, runners, yeah? You got call signs, I wager. Mine, when I was a young man, was Wrecking Ball Big Iron: GET SOME, GRANDAD! (Proceeds to open fire wildly). Wrecking Ball: (Dodges, much to the team's horror). The old way it is, then. This was not a fight I had any intention of making easy on them. Hell, I was even going to give them the chance to use social combat to escape. But Big Iron cast the first stone and thus, the battle was underway. But with a bit of teamwork - and a review of how armor works in the game - they were able to beat him - and obtain a specially ranked insignia off his necklace with a color ranking - a green jewel. Rinko paid the team handsomely. The team then got the chance to go back to SUSHI RAINBOW and rest a while. Not long after, I assigned their next run - in what would come to be known as the COFFEE RUN. Join us there as we also DRAW DICKS ON MUSEUM WALLS! And meet a SUPERHERO TEAM! See you there!