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[fujosh1dreamer]

This was the most validating episode of helluva boss, as a millie stan. I've loved millie since day one, and Im happy to say I've defended her many times when it comes to toxic fans who don't understand the show.

Now we have actual spoken confirmation that millie and blitz are best friends. 🥹

They adorable and they deserve all the happiness. That flashback was amazing and did a great job of showing their relationship and how everyone really does depend on blitz.

Also this moment totally broke me.

The face blitz makes when millie hands him back the skull charm, I'm glad he didn't lose it i would've been devastated.

Overall a favorite episode of mine. I'll probably talk about blitz being upset over stolas in another post this one is all for millie.

[phoneycam]

So i was looking for new codywan fanfiction as i usually do when i come across this post and my brain just, yes.

I love to think it was just inevitable and not really conscious. Like they don't fucking realize because why would they?

One day Cody and some of the ghost company are giving the tour to the new batch of shinies, explaining how things work, the rules, cleaning shifts, where everything is, etc.

They arrive to the bridge where the General is waiting for them with the kindest smile. This is the rutine everytime they get a new batch, Obi-Wan presents himself formally without the kaminoans presense sucking up any friendly encounter and Cody doesn't have to deal with his sad tooka eyes when the shinies are too terrified of him otherwise.

The commander is about to present them to their new general when his comm lights up showing Rex incoming transmition. He looks up to his generals comm also lightning up, they share a concerned look before answering at hte same time.

"Master! thanks the forse-" "CODY WE NEED KRIFFING REINFORCEMENTS" "Re-... calm d..wn! it's.. -ot that bad!-" "SKYW...KER JUST-... XPLODED TH-.. SHIP-"

While the shinies jump on diverse levels of startle, the veterans share an exasperated-concerned look. They had just set off cordinates to Coruscant. Obi-Wan sighs.

"It seems like we'll need to end the tour a little earlier than expected general." Cody takes of his helmet resigned and ignoring the transmitions shouting at eachother.

"Indeed commander. Guess i'll be waiting for you to join us at the war office" Obi-wan signs to Waxer and Boil to follow him.

Cody sighs and lean over to kiss his general when he passes him.

"I'll grab you a cup of tea on my way" Obi-Wan smiles fondly and returns the kiss.

" Thank you dear" He respondes and exits the bridge not realizing that one, his not being followed, two, the deafening silence he just left behind and three, the gaping group of shinies. In his defense, Cody doesn't realize either. He just smiles smitten until the doors close behind his beloved and the commander mask falls in again.

"You heard the general, change the coordinates to... is there a problem?" Rex who is still on is the first to come out of it.

"WHAT IN THE ACTUAL F-" And then chaos.

[drama-glob]

SPOILERS FOR "GHOSTF**KERS!!!"

OMG!!! So much happened in this episode and just poor Blitz all around. ;_; ;_; ;_; While it's not good that he's running I.M.P. into the ground and binging junk food while watching TV, he's just in such a bad place from his fallout with Stolas and it seems like he's at the depression stage of grief; I guess he tried working through it, if the shorts do take place before this episode, but it didn't work and so he resorted to his new coping method. :/ Millie doing what she can for him is heartwarming as she continues to be his most supportive friend, even though Blitz's desire to be Bethany and try to f*ck some ghosts rather than face his actual problems is obviously just delaying things. :/

I appreciated the blatant "Scooby-Doo" reference, but things taking a very dark turn once Millie and Blitz part ways is beyond messed up. O_O We knew from the trailer that we were going to see the "ghost" mess with him and make him see his mom, but to watch her LITERALLY BURN in front of him in addition to seeing all the horribly injured versions of Millie is twisted, gut wrenching and horrific. O_O

My heart broke when Blitz didn't want Millie to touch him and yelling that he destroys everything, but I love Millie immediately going in to reassure him that he made her life better and it was soooo cool that we got to see how Millie and Blitz met. It was lovely getting to see how I.M.P. came to be and that between the other episodes we got this season, were able to see how overall everyone bettered from Blitz's involvement in their lives.^_^<3<3<3 Millie and Blitz just resting shoulder to shoulder at the end of her speech was just so sweet and felt good after all the crap Blitz just went through. <3<3<3

Big surprise that Rolando was the bad guy and anyone that didn't know that must not have seen the trailer. ;) His powers were so creepy but cool (if I'm being honest) and now we can say we saw an infestor demon in action. ;) Rolando's fight scene was scary but awesome and certainly shows he's been at this game for a while. O_O Even though seeing Tilla burn in front of him was probably still the most horrific part for me, Blitz being forced to see all those painful memories was a close second as well as him begging for Rolando to stop hurting Millie when he controls his body. ;_; ;_; ;_; Millie was right though that Blitz has this and I love that Millie beat the possession out of him. ;) I did laugh pretty hard though at the final move just being Blitz kicking the ghost sucker into the pull, but hey, it did get the ghost so I'd say the product worked...even if it did cost a couple thousand souls. ;)

Millie and Blitz just having a little chat at the end of it all felt really nice and even if Blitz is still depressed about Stolas (which I can't say I blame him), he at least doesn't have to cope as he was doing before, can start to actually heal and has Millie there to lift him up like he did for her.<3<3<3

At least Moxxie got to a happy ending too with getting to enjoy a musical and some ice cream after trying to complete his truly awful task. ;)

Such a great episode overall and that while it did hit in the feels department, I know I spiraled into way worse scenarios this could have gone (as I'm sure many of us did ;) ), so I'm glad the level of anguish was tempered by the strength of Millie and Blitz's friendship to see them through this job. ^_^<3<3<3

[totaldramafan-lauri]

Short Ghostf**kers first impressions

-I say this as a Moxxie fan.....it is cool to see Millie go on a job without him. I think it helps her character, and will silence more of her haters. I've always said this about Millie - she's not flat, she just needs more focus episodes. Here's another one. Thank goooooood.

-Millie and Blitzo's backstory is surprisingly heartwarming? Here I thought that it'd just end at "I like your spunk", but the fact that he taught her to be more than she thought she was capable of.....it's really sweet. I never knew that about Millie, that she used to think so lowly of herself, but seeing how imps tend to be treated outside of Wrath, it makes SENSE, and.....It really goes to show how I.M.P being an imp-run business in Pride is so unusual! The fact that Millie met Moxxie through Blitzo is extra sweet. Aaaaaand, admittedly, it does also explain more why he tends to, uh.....n-not take their romance very well. He met them before they hooked up. Then they hooked up...while working for him.....Yyyyyyeah, knowing Blitzo, he probably had some feelings about that....

-The fact that Moxxie fell first and probably simped for a while is adorable, and it's just another way I relate to him. XD We both love powerful women

-F for the "Millie was Loona's babysitter" headcanons, tho.

-Now we have the full "first meeting with Blitzo" flashback collection! Yaaaayyyy! Gotta catch 'em all!

-Ghosts being really "infestor demons" is....interesting worldbuilding? But....why are they so much more powerful? All the powers this guy had are CRAZY. Are they only able to be that powerful on Earth? Are they another kind of demon who can freely go to Earth? So many questions.....

-I know it was only played for laughs, but what Blitzo did with M&M's money really bothered me and I hope he fixes that, cuz....yeah, no. Thankfully, he makes up for that in the same scene where he flat-out admits that he and Stolas were never really......dating. He's not in denial about things, which is good.

-That scene with Tilla huuuuurt! Why is THAT how we first see her face!? Uggggghhhhh!!

-I WOULD be annoyed at Blitzo in the first half of the episode, but wanting to go out and have fun after what he's been through....I-I mean, it's understandable, right? I don't think either he or Millie are at fault here. Good conflict.

-I like Millie's role as the "straight woman" of I.M.P as the one who's got her crap together and doesn't have any trauma, but adding this new layer of "grew up thinking she wouldn't amount to much" is a pretty good way of giving her another dimension. Again, I already liked her before. XD

-Millie having trust in Blitzo and not believing the infestor's (don't remember his name) words, then punching him saying "Blitzo can take this" is freaking AWESOME, she's so cool

-Heck yeah with Blitzo implying he's done stalking M&M, and heck yeah to him learning the importance of platonic friendships!! Now Stolas has to learn the same thing.....Stolas has never had the CHANCE to have real friends....Having friends to talk to can really help you, and he's been denied that cuz of his lifestyle, which is why he comes across as unintentionally insensitive sometimes and why he hates himself and uggghhhh, hug the bird, hug the bird but also knock a lil bit of sense into him first cuz both sides need it but HUG THE BIRD

-Didn't really laugh all that much. The humor in this episode was too over-the-top and most of it was just one joke (wanting to be screwed by a ghost) that I didn't really find that funny. I DID, however, laugh at the Scooby Doo door chase parody. XD

-Oh, and the songs were.....there, I guess

-Overall, a good and VERY NEEDED episode, 8/10, Apology Tour was better tho

[misdreavusmishap]

HOW TO COMFORT TELL TRAINER TO STOP CRYING SO THAT MY SPEAKERS AND CHIP STOP RINGING LIKE A MOTHERF!?KER

GOOD WAYS TO LIE ABOUT A HUMAN BEING OKAY

ROTOM CALMING VIDEOS

CALM SOUND VIDEOS FOR GHOST TYPES???

GOOD F!?K MAKE THIS LOSER SHUT UP GOOMYGLE

[piffany666]

GBA characters as John malany quotes:

•Kalomos - you ever seen a ghost?!

•Water elemental (the head) - cos I was over on the bench

•Earth elemental (the head) - cos I was over on the bench

•Fire elemental (the head) - I was sitting over on the bench

•Air elemental (the head) - I WAS OVER ON THE BENCH

•Hades/tyr - hello I'm tyr I'm your father

•albus - but sometimes he would be gay

• buttons - you ever been to the god damn zoo?

• Albus (again) - I used to smoke craaak

• Odin - what's yesterday?

• makkaro (and Frank) - shut up! your all gonna die! ✨street smarts ✨

• yargwin - now I've thrown him of his rhythm

• GBA talking about patrion - GIVE US SOME MONEY

• Albus (yet again) - stay down on the ground! Stay down on the ground you mother f*ker!

• yargwin - do my friends hate me? Or do I just need to go to sleep?

• the bubblegum prince - but why don't we just tell our relatives that I'm a 4 year old boy?

• makkaro - hey, do you want me to kill that guy for you?

• star captin forks - I am now gross

• kalomos - I'm putting wires into a bord filled with holes to move the voices around

I'll add to this later but it's late and no one asked for this so I'm going to bed

[lmanburg-letter-service]

(tag as kin please! i'd also go ahead and tag c!Dream and Punz neg. cause Hoo Boy)

Dream,

well well, never thought i'd be writing you of all people a letter, but maybe i'll write Ghost and Toms one, too. just need to get some stuff outta my system with you.

and you know me, i sure am one blunt motherf**ker, and i like to get to the point.

so just to make sure you're listening:

you lying snake. "just trying to help Tommie" MY A**. f**k you.

they trusted you. they looked up to you as an older brother at one point. but you took that trust and f**king shattered it in Exile. for f**ks sake, you framed it for so much s**t!

and don't even get me started on Ghost. was the only reason you let him come with you because you knew he wouldn't remember what happened? can you imagine how f**king terrified i was when i went looking for it in the tundra and found him half dead in the snow? you even took one of his lives in the Prison! f**k you.

and Punz. that lying, backstabbing motherf**ker. we thought we could trust him. we thought that they cared.

and yet who do i find accompanying you in Snowchester? who brought you back after me and Tubs stuck a sword through you?

who decided to help you and Purpled do that horrible s**t to Slime?

anyway, to wrap this all up, i want you to remember something, and i want you to remember it well.

the only reason you and that f**king backstabber are even still alive right now is because Toms decided to have pity on you both again after a lot of us got done kicking your a**es. we kept you both alive so long as you left the server never to return.

and if you Do come back, well...let's put it this way:

i might not be there. Ghost might not be there. heck, Wilbur and the Bench Bois might not be there.

but Techno, Niki, Jack, and Fundy sure as f**k are. and i'm almost 100% sure that they still want you dead.

May You Go F**k Yourself,

- Friend 🐏🔪

[Letter Sent!]

[daandyli0n]

dsmp oc incorrect quotes pt. 2: electric boogaloo

@sunviolet77​ if you wanna see this

alright here’s even more incorrect quotes!!

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marsh: I actually betrayed you down in that bunker and I want you to be cut out of my life entirely.

dream, about to give marsh some pretty bad paranoia: And I took that personally.

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(wilt coming out to cassia in a nutshell)

cassia: So you’re non biney? Like. You don’t have any binery??

wilt: Yeah, sure.

cassia, very happy, tail wagging: That’s so poggers

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(context: wilt and schlatt got into a drinking competition together during manberg. wilt, by some miracle, won, but not by much. cassia was still in the room when this happened, as was the entire manberg cabinet)

wilt, very drunk: *sigh* I miss my sister, Quackity. I miss her a lot.

everyone in the room, including cassia: *burst out laughing*

wilt, while cassia is trying to drag them back home out of embarrassment: I’ll be back-

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(okay, look, this one was funny to me-)

wilt: I’ve come to make an announcement- Dreamwastaken is a b***h a** motherf**ker. He traumatized my f**king boyfriend. That’s right: he took his green teletubby manipulation out, and Traumatized My F**king Boyfriend, and he said that Marsh’s location was “his business” and I said “no, it isn’t.” So I’m making a callout post on my Twitter.com: Dreamwastaken, you don’t actually care for my boyfriend, your care is the size of this walnut except way smaller. And guess what?! Here’s what my care for Marsh looks like: *sound effect* That’s right baby: all genuine, no manipulation, no threats- it looks like world’s healthiest relationship! HE TRAUMATIZED MY BOYFRIEND, SO GUESS WHAT?! I’M GONNA MURDER HIM! THAT’S RIGHT THIS IS WHAT YOU GET: MY AXE TO YOUR SKULL! Except I’m not going to attack you directly, I’m gonna go higher. I’M ATTACKING YOUR ASSOCIATES! HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT, WASTAKEN?! I’M GONNA MURDER YOUR ACCOMPLICES, YOU IDIOT! YOU HAVE 23 HOURS BEFORE MY AXE OF NETHERITE DESCENDS ON YOU ALL. NOW GET OUT OF MY SIGHT, BEFORE I MURDER YOU TOO.

(the accomplices in question are foolish and punz. this happens sometime after The Attack. also imagine this with people laughing in the background)

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avi: *actually starts seeing ghost!hawk for the first time*

avi: 🎵What kind of F * * K E R Y is this??🎵

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

iris: (fighting someone, generally being a bada**)

hawk, awestruck: wrow (that one vine)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

that’s all i’ve got for now!

[jadewing-realms]

zevwarden week - day 4

Fandom: Dragon Age: Origins

Title: ZevWarden Week, Day 4 - AU

Pairing: Zevran x male!Warden; Zevran Arainai x Salem Surana

Word Count: 2,996

There are always moments when life doesn’t go as planned. Zevran knows this well, after living in the inner city for so long. He knows how it works, gets the momentary nature of good things and the ever-pervasive threat of just one wrong thing sending everything into a spiral.

Falling through the earth on a doorstep where he was supposed to be delivering drugs was certainly not a turn he would’ve ever expected, though. 

TW: mention of death via OD

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It was common knowledge to most people Zevran knew back in his neighborhood - downtown Antiva City, Nevada - that he, Rinna and Taliesen were always up to some sort of trouble or another. Watched too many bad films, played too many violent video games, were too lazy to work, whatever the baby boomers liked to say. 

It came as a surprise to no one when they left. Moved up town, found a pitiful little apartment for rent. All of them had managed to land a... decently comfortable job, making questionable delivery runs for questionable people, which paid enough to actually afford that rent and food. 

They’d started with local deliveries, being just a couple of college greenhorns who had no idea what they were doing. Few resources, fewer friends, and one bike to share between the three of them. 

Probably not the wisest start, Zevran would admit now. But it had been fun, nonetheless. And money was money. 

Their progress from there was slow - no leaps and bounds, but steady improvement. Rinna made contacts. Taliesen found the best routes between drop points. Zevran got very good at haggling. They were a far cry from well-oiled machine, but they worked well together. They even managed to get their hands on a beater, so they could deliver further. Their supervisors were impressed, and things were looking up.

At least, until it became clear Rinna was palming goods for herself. 

Before the higher-ups could even decide what to do about her, Zevran found her dead-eyed on the couch, staring at the ceiling, empty needle on the coffee table.

Making deliveries after that made Zevran’s stomach churn. But without a third person splitting rent, and their suppliers dubious that Rinna had been working alone and thus holding her debt to he and Taliesen after her funeral, they needed the money. 

Which is how they ended up driving out to the middle of the desert together at the a**crack of dusk, stash in the trunk and GPS open to some mobile home out in the sticks.

Sunk in the passenger seat, Zevran’s gaze darted from the darkening landscape and rough back road outside to the glow of the phone in his hand. “I swear, Taliesen, if your ‘navigator’s nose’ has gotten us lost again--”

“We’re not lost, calm down,” Taliesen replied, though his white-knuckled grip on the wheel betrayed his confidence. Perhaps, however, that was due to the potholes and not whatever awaited them ahead. “I know where we are.”

“Perfect. Where might that be?”

“Almost there.”

Zevran snorted, rolling his eyes. “Ah, yes. Just like we were ten minutes ago.”

“So I underestimated the distance and we’ll be a little late. The old f**ker’s getting his stuff and he should be grateful for that.”

“If we get murdered out here, I’m finding you in the afterlife and kicking your a**.”

“Scared of an old man, Arainai?” Taliesen snickered.

To which Zevran faked a loud laugh. “There are scarier things in the middle of nowhere than old men, but even they can be plenty dangerous if they’re high and waving a shotgun. I’d rather die in a more significant manner, so maybe you should have the honor of going first tonight.”

“Ha! Scarier, like ghosts?”

“Like windy goats.”

“Windy what??”

“I’m actually smart enough not to say its real name. I don’t much like the idea of getting its attention.”

Clicking his tongue, Taliesen shook his head, even as he leaned forward, something through the windshield attracting his attention and causing him to slow the car. “Snowflake...”

“It’s called a sense of self-preservation.”

“Here we are,” Taliesen said. The car rolled to a halt, just off to the side of the narrow road, which at this point, was just the implication of two tire tracks disappearing into darkened underbrush ahead.

Off to their left, at the edge of a pitiful little circular driveway, was what looked like an old trailer home that had sat there for who knew how long. In the high-beams, what looked like it was once yellow siding had nearly flaked bare, leaving grey exposed wood beneath. The two little windows they could see on this side were dark. A sad excuse for a porch led up to the door on the side, crooked and sagging, like it could collapse at any moment. 

Around the house, there was no excuse for a yard of any kind aside from a lopsided shed peeking out of the back. It was like the desert started and ended right at the house’s rickety foundation, like aside from its presence, this area was and always had been simply open wilderness. 

“I hate it already,” Taliesen shuddered. With a flick of his wrist, he shut off the car, leaving the lights on. “All right. Let’s do this.”

They took a moment to gather their things - Taliesen grabbed the pistol from the glove compartment and tucked it into his waistband, clearly unsettled now, while Zevran reached over and plucked the empty duffle from the back for the exchange. They stepped out, into the brush, and Taliesen met him on his side of the car.

“Look at the size of this place,” Zev glanced around. “Open. No cover in sight. You should have demanded to meet somewhere less remote, like a uh... an abandoned gas station. You know, someplace we’re less likely to be kidnapped.”

“Oh, don’t start,” Taliesen groaned. “This is more secure, and that’s because it’s remote. Now you go knock, I’ll get the trunk.”

Zevran didn’t bother hiding the smirk that stretched his lips. “Oh? Are we scared now, Taliesen?”

“Shut up and move!” Taliesen made like he was about to actually kick Zevran in the behind, which made the latter scurry away, snickering to himself as he did.

“You take very little to spook, my friend! It is the highlight of our trips.”

With that, Zevran sauntered up the drive, aiming for the side door. He had hoped that as he grew closer, he might be able to see a light on inside, an indication that someone was indeed waiting for them. He wasn’t sure which was worse - the idea that someone was, or the idea that someone wasn’t. Both were bad, for entirely different reasons. 

The windows were dark, even when he stood right beside the house.

Still, he figured he might as well try the door. He made his way up the lopsided steps, careful as he felt them bow beneath each step, felt the entire structure of the porch groan. 

“Do not drop me, I am fragile,” he told the stairs, before stepping off in front of the door at last.

“Hellooo~! Anybody home? I hope we are not intruding.” They certainly shouldn’t be; this person was supposed to be expecting them. He listens to the wind in response, the sounds of Taliesen moving about back by the car. “Pizza delivery! We’re here with your order.”

Not a sound, not a stir. Hell, there weren’t even crickets singing in the dark. The property was eerily quiet.

“Taliesen,” Zev called across the drive. “I don’t think anyone’s home.”

“Go in!” was the immediate answer. “Something might’ve happened. We need this check, Zevran, you and I both know that.”

Zevran sighed. “...All right, all right, I’ll-”

There was a loud cracking sound. The floor dropped out from under him. In a desperate move to brace himself, his hand flew to the railing, but that crumbled under his weight as the entire porch dislodged from the building and collapsed, taking him with it. On instinct, he raised his arms, as if to catch himself on ground he could see incoming, but his hands met nothing. He fell through.

Blurred colors surrounded him, his stomach leapt to his throat. He felt like he was falling, thousands of feet, and yet, he could hear nothing. Not a sound. No wind in his ears, not even his own breathing. Or screaming - he definitely screamed. 

Just as suddenly, he impacted floor, felt it jar his bones. His ears rung. His eyes slipped shut.

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Despite incredibly heavy eyelids, Zevran slowly managed to get them open. He blinked, half his vision engulfed by a grey carpeted floor, and his phone a few feet ahead. He jumped, lifted his face from the floor, pushed his body up so he could look around.

He was met by nothing but a series of sickly yellow walls. No windows. No doors. Just walls. And hideous fluorescent lights in the ceiling, buzzing a subtle ambience that was the only thing to break the silence.

“What...?” The word felt wrong when it came out, unnatural in the stillness. Like he was disturbing something. He was immediately struck with the feeling that something had begun to watch him and with jumpy reflex, he glanced over his shoulder. 

Just another wall. No sign of that door, or the porch, or the driveway or Taliesen.

Where was he?

He scrambled for his phone, thoughts immediately going to the idea of calling somebody, calling Taliesen, telling him he was trapped. When he picked up the phone, it was asleep. With a swipe and quick print recognition, he had it open. Plenty of battery... but no signal.

“Oookay...” he sighed out, raising his gaze to his surroundings again. The space was so very... empty. Stiflingly so. He felt alien just standing there. There were no other signs that this place was even meant to be inhabited, much less was. Walking a few steps from his current place, enough to see around the first of the yellow corners in sight, yielded much of the same. 

Empty yellow rooms. Interconnected with equally empty yellow hallways. 

What had happened? He remembered where he’d been, why he’d been there. He remembered the porch collapsing. Had he hit his head? Was he dreaming, unconscious on the ground, or in a hospital somewhere?

“Hello? Is anyone here?” 

He had to laugh at his own question. Here? Where even was ‘here’? If someone was ‘here’, would he want to know?

Something told him the answer was no.

He wasn’t sure how long he wandered. Minutes. Hours. He meandered through the strange space, searching for something, anything. A sign. A change. Around each corner, he rounded hoping to find that door. Or a door, just a regular door would have been fine. But continually, there was just more and more of the same - nothing.

At one point, for reasons just beyond him - perhaps to feel less alone - he took out his phone and turned on the camera, just to record his surroundings. He wasn’t entirely sure this was a real place, but if it was, he’d be d**ned if he didn’t get evidence of it.

Turning another corner, Zevran almost stumbled over something, and a curse flew from his lips. Staggering to right himself, almost faceplanting, he froze himself in place - somehow, even the frenetic movement had felt too loud. His heartbeat was already pounding in his chest, and he took a deep breath to still it. He looked down.

Just behind him, he found what he’d tripped on - a backpack. Rugged, dusty, moldy, and a little tattered, like perhaps some small animals from who knew where had tried to dig into it with no luck, but it was undeniably a backpack. And a fairly modern design, too. Someone had been here not too long ago.

“Well, that’s not ominous at all,” he breathed, swiveling his head back and forth on instinct, as if he might catch sight of what remains of the unfortunate soul. 

At that moment, he swore he glimpsed something from the corner of his eye. A shape, a shadow. Somebody. All the hair on his body stood on end, since the figure seemed to disappear when he turned toward it, but it was a chance. A chance he wasn’t alone. Which was better than the alternative.

So he stepped toward it, calling out, “Hey! I see you!” Each step, however, his trepidation increased. He wasn’t even sure why; there was no clear sign of danger. But his body hated the fact that he was moving toward that corner where the shadow had been. His heart beat louder, his breath faster, and everything in him screamed to turn around. But he didn’t. 

It was almost disappointing when he turned the corner to find just another hallway. Empty. No person in sight. 

Almost. Because it was also terrifying. 

He’d seen someone, he knew he had. So where had they gone?

The hallway he found himself looked just like the rest, except one end went on ahead into more yellow rooms, more hallways, and the other... vanished into pitch blackness. The lights must have gone out that way. He couldn’t see more than five feet into it. 

“I know I saw you,” he spoke into the silence, taking a moment to catch his breath and try to get his heart to slow down. “Somebody’s here. I’m not seeing things. I would know.”

A clear bluff. But that shadow didn’t have to know that.

His answer was a moan that made shivers wrack his spine. Without thought, his feet moved, away from the sound, nearly tripping over laces in his haste. Away from the blackness he stumbled, toward the corner, as in his peripheral, he glimpsed what looked like unnaturally long, thin black limbs, coiling fingers, reaching into the light.

Hell no was he sticking around to find out what it was. 

Around the corner he went and, when faced with an impossibly long stretch of hallway with no corners, he bolted into a sprint. 

“This cannot be happening,” he muttered to himself under his harried breath, eyes darting for the nearest sign of another turn. He was far too vulnerable on this open stretch. “Hell no, this sort of thing is not real, not supposed to be, what the hell is this?? I’m dreaming. That’s it, that’s all, just a dream!”

He could hear it. The something. Steps behind him, shuffling, scraping. Heavy breathing, little moans, like a person, pitched down and slowed. It made his stomach do flips, and he ran faster, unable to keep himself from mumbling ‘no, no, no!’ as he went.

At long last, he came to a corner and, without pause, rounded it at high speed.

A hand caught his arm.

His scream was only cut short due to his body being shoved against the wall and that same hand flying up to cover his mouth. Zevran found his gaze locked with a pair of silver-grey eyes. Tired eyes, but young. Perhaps his age. 

He stared up at a pale but handsome face that he perhaps could have appreciated more if his heart wasn’t trying to vacate his chest.

A tapered finger from a second hand raised to press against chapped pursed lips in a silent shushing motion, to which Zevran nodded. This guy looked human, and that was good enough for him. Even if he was dressed like a scene kid from the early 2000s.

Without another word, the guy grabbed Zevran by the hand and took off at a jog - a startlingly soundless jog. Each step was careful, like he’d learned how to run without making noise. Zevran wasn’t so skilled. He definitely made noise, and certainly not enough to block out the sounds of pursuit from back behind the last turn. 

But the man led with purpose, intent. Like he knew where they were going. With each determined corner, Zev felt more and more relief. He wasn’t alone. And he’d found someone who, at least presumably, had some idea as to what was going on.

When they rounded a final turn and came upon a broad wall with a doorway in it, his heart leapt. An elevator. Odd, sure, but it was something, and a something that this stranger seemed to be leading them straight toward.

Without a word, the guy hauled Zev inside, smashed a four-digit code into a small pad on the wall, and then stepped in after him. It was a small elevator, just barely enough room for the two of them, and lacking a detail that immediately had Zevran’s hair raising again.

No buttons. No indication of floors whatsoever. Not a one. It was just a small, blank little space.

The doors shut, making no sound, not like real elevators whose doors chafed and rattled. When they had closed, though, Zevran felt his guard relax. Just a little.

“I think I might just owe you my life,” he managed to breathe, leaning back against the elevator wall. “What was that? What is this??”

In response, the man said “Wretch,” and held out a slender, pasty hand. “Salem.”

“Sorry?”

“That was a wretch. I’m Salem.”

“Oh.” Eyebrows raising, Zev shrugged and shook the proffered hand. It was softer to touch than he expected. “Uh, Zevran. Zev.”

To that, the man called Salem let his mouth twist in something between a morbid smile and a wicked smirk and oh, that was a nice look. Maybe it was just the near-death experience. Maybe it was the adrenaline of the whole experience. Or maybe Zev was already incredibly lonely after being in this place what felt like ages. 

But dang, this man was pretty.

“Well, Zev,” Salem said with that rueful grin, “good to meet you. Welcome to the Backrooms.”

[djarinbarnes]

Don’t tell Steve

Author: only Dina.

Word Count: 3039

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Warnings: oral sex (both female and male receiving), smut, fluff

A/N: heart eyes, mother f**ker

You'd spent most of the day at the beach. You'd soaked up the sun, felt the water against your skin on the private beach belonging to the beautiful beach house you'd rented for the weekend. The beach house you'd rented with the boys was a part of your annual summer getaway, it was luxurious, more luxurious than the year before. You'd shown up earlier than your two best friends, wanting to get comfortable and know all the good spots before they arrived. The grand beach house had everything you all needed and more, you didn't even know why you all had agreed on such a big place to begin with.

The large beach house towered in front of you as you stepped out of you convertible, pushing the sunglasses into your hair, shutting the car door behind you. You gazed upon the beautiful white house, three stories blocking the sun from your view. You smiled as you grabbed your bag from the backseat, not bothering to close the roof, considering it was 100 degrees, in the middle of the summer. You went through the whole place, throwing your bag on the bed in the room with the view over the private beach, and you sighed, picking up your phone.

                                                       d-bags ♡

you (2:16 pm)

when are you guys arriving? 🥺☹️

you (2:17pm)

I know I'm a little early, but rather that than being late!😁

steev (2:20pm)

I'm caught up with something that needs to be taken care of before I can go.🙄 I'm sorry.☹️ I'll see if I can make it by tomorrow. 😩

steev (2:21pm)

☹️🧨💣🚽💩💩

buck (2:22pm)

typical you steve!👅

 you (2:24pm)

i miss you guys. it's been forever. 💗

buck (2:28pm)

getting in the car now. be there in an hour. 🏎💨

you (2:30pm)

it's boring here without you 😞

buck (2:30pm)

see you soon 😉

You sighed as you tossed your phone on the bed. You grabbed you bikini out of your bag, stripping down to your Eve costume. You slipped on the bright red set you'd bought for the occasion, seeing as you'd being wearing the same bikini for the past three years. You tip-toed out of the house, walking across the warm tiles beside the swimming pool until you pushed your toes into the sand with a sigh. You'd been looking forward to this vacation for the last month, seeing your two best friends again after months of being apart. They'd both been caught up with work, and with Bucky's newly acquired promotion, the three of you were more than ready to celebrate in each other's company.

The fresh breeze that entered your nostrils as you walked closer to the waves tumbling softly onto the shore reminded you of when you were younger. The three of you would always go to the beach when you needed each other; a simple text from either of you gathered all three of you as quickly as possible. Your two best friends had helped you over many steep mountains, the path rocky and tricky, but somehow you'd always climbed it and succeeded. Likewise for the boys. You were always there for each other.

Your feet were slowly engulfed by a wave, you bit your lip at the coldness of the ocean as you stepped further out into the blue oblivion. There was no one in sight, and the only sound around you was the soft sound of waves crashing and breaking against each other. After a few, long minutes, you decided on walking back to the beach house, but stopped just before the tiles started, throwing yourself on one of the lounging chairs seated snugly in the sand. You dozed off slightly, awakening sometime later by a car horn honking somewhere on the other side of the beach house. You quickly rose to your feet, smiling at the thought of company.

You hurried into the house, looking around for any sign of the car-horn-honking guest. The clock read 3:41pm, so it had to be Bucky. Suddenly, a pair of warm muscular arms snuck around your waist, and you yelped, a soft laugh emitting from the person behind you.

"Hey Y/N" the soft voice belonging to Bucky flowed into your ears. You squealed and turned around, hugging the man before you tightly. "I guess you really did miss me, huh?" you nodded into his chest, smiling widely. "Hey, look... I wanted to say that I'm sorry about what happened. I wish I could've been there. A break up is never fun." He said before you pulled out of his grasp.

"It's okay. I managed. You were busy with your new promotion and all." You smiled and walked into the kitchen, finding the bar after opening a few cabinets. You pulled out a bottle of vodka, found the orange juice in the fridge, grabbing two glasses from one of the upper cabinets. You mixed the two beverages stronger than intended, and Bucky watched you with wide eyes and a smirk. "To congratulate you on your new promotion" You said as you handed him one of the glasses. "Cheers!" He smiled and you clinked glasses, both of you taking a big gulp, maintaining eye contact. You winced as the liquid ran down your throat, and Bucky laughed at your reaction. "Put on your fucking trunks. We're lounging by the pool!" You said as you turned around, walking out onto the patio, drink in hand. You sat on the edge of the pool, slipping your legs into the lukewarm water, heated by the sun.

He joined you a few minutes later, white trunks low on his hips, his muscular chest more prominently trained than last year. You literally fucked him with your eyes behind the dark glass of your sunglasses, praying he wouldn't notice. He sat down at the other side of the corner, his sunglasses resting comfortably on the bridge of his nose, as he sipped his drink slowly. "Anything you wanna do today? Should we go somewhere?" He asked as he sat his drink down on the edge of the pool.

"Sure, sounds lovely. Theres this really beautiful place just a few yards down to the left here." you pointed to the beach and he smiled. "I checked it out earlier. It's just the beach at the bottom of that cliff over there." You turned your body slightly, pointing at the tall formation of rock growing tall a few miles away. "It's amazing and secluded. I haven't seen anyone here yet." You said as you sipped more of your drink, slowly getting used to a prominent taste of vodka that lingered.

He smiled as he stood up, grabbing your hand and pulling you into his chest. You giggled as you sprinted towards the beach, Bucky hot on your tail as he followed you. The soft sand slowly turned to sand mixed with stone the further you got from the beach house, and you slowed down, not wanting to hurt yourself. Bucky smiled as he caught up to you, capturing you with his arms from behind. "Gotcha" he whispered in your ear, sending goosebumps down your spine. You'd always been comfortable around Bucky, you'd always been close, not bothering to be careful when touching each other. It'd always been friendly between the two of you, but many thought you were dating because you were so comfortable around each other.

You leaned your head back into his shoulder, relaxing into his arms, sighing deeply. His arms traced up your arms, his fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps on your skin. You sucked in a breath as his lips gently ghosted over your shoulder, slowly peppering soft kisses, testing the waters. You granted him more space, leaning your head to the side, inviting him closer. His light peppering turned into sloppy kisses up your throat, along your jawline as he slid his hands up your body to turn your head, looking you in the eyes before kissing your lips gently.

You'd be lying to yourself if you told yourself you hadn't thought of this many times over the years, but the time was just never right. Sure you'd kissed before in a drunken haze to get a creep off your tail at some shady bar downtown years ago, but this was happening when you were both (slightly) sober. You turned to face him, his hands running down your body to rest on your ass carefully, still being thoughtful not to cross any of your boundaries. Your lips found his as your hands slid up his body to grasp at the nape of his neck, urging him to keep on going.

He slowly undid the knot that held the bikini securely around your torso, pulling away from you to lift the garment over your head. You smiled as he watched his hand travel up the side of your body, softly caressing the sensitive skin on the underside of your breast. "You're so beautiful. I've wanted this for so many years... You're just so out of my league" he sighed as his hand grasped your breast firmly, biting his lip as you moaned lightly.

"You're not the only one..." You smiled as you backed him up against a huge rock, pushing him down to sit on it. You decided than now was finally the time to fulfill your dream about sucking his cock, the cock you'd longed for, for as long as you can remember. You'd seen him naked many times, once completely erect when you'd walked in on him getting himself off a few years back. He'd taken it with a smile, and there'd been nothing weird between you afterwards. Your hands found the waistband of his trunks, pulling them toward you slightly to help his stiff member loose from the tight restraints. He lifted his hips off the rock as you pulled the trunks down, biting your lip seductively at him, then grabbing his cock in your hand, giving it a few strokes. He bit his lip as he pushed the trunks off his legs, grabbing your neck, pulling you in for a heated kiss. His tongue slid against yours and you moaned, his cock twitched in your hand and he bit onto your lower lip, dragging it slightly. You pulled your lip from his teeth and left open-mouthed kisses down his body.

You fell to your knees and your lips wrapped around the head of his cock, his hands pushed through your hair and held it back as you sucked the thickness of his girth into your mouth. You watched as his eyes fell closed, a deep groan falling past his lips, encouraging you to bop your head at as faster pace. You grabbed what you couldn't fit in your mouth, letting your spit run in between your fingers and down the side of his cock, making it easier for your hand to slip up and down. "Fuck that feels so good," he groaned as his hands fisted your hair tightly, making you moan around him. The muscles in his legs tensed as you kept his cock engulfed in your mouth, taking him deeper, wanting to make him cum. The head of his cock hit the back of your throat and you fought back the tears welling up in your eyes as he let out a strangled moan, releasing his warm cum down your throat. You swallowed everything he had to give, pulling off him with a slight pop, biting your lip sweetly at him.

"Fucking hell Y/N, if I knew you'd treat me that well, I'd chosen to seduce you earlier." He smirked as he pulled the trunks up his legs, tucking himself back in, helping you put on your bikini top. "Let's head back to the beach house and I'll.. treat you real nice as well." He offered as his hands grasped your ass tightly, pulling you into his body, his lips finding yours in a desperate kiss. He groaned into your mouth as he tasted himself on your tongue, your hands running through his hair. You nodded as you stepped back, grabbing his hand, pulling him back towards the beach house.

When you returned, he threw you on one of the lounge sofas, pushing the trunks off himself yet again before stripping you of your bikini as you giggled underneath the soft kisses of his lips. His mouth traveled down your body, kissing the inside of your thighs, goosebumps sneaking their way across your skin. His mouth finally found your clit and you let out a long moan, your arousal finally getting the attention it was so desperately longing for. Bucky's tongue worked wonders against your bundle of nerves, he was exploring every part of your vulva like no one ever had done before. He ate you out for what felt like an eternity, since he would tease you by bringing you close to the edge and then completely stopping before picking back up when you'd come down slightly, completely ignoring your whimpers and complaints.

"Fuck me, Bucky, please, I need you so badly." You moaned as your hands gripped his hair tightly, trying to pull him up your body. He finally gave in to your begs, kissing his way up your stomach, latching his mouth onto your right nipple. You moaned at the sensation, biting your lip harshly and letting out a gasp as the head of his cock pushed into you. He went slow, letting you adjust to his size. He was long and thick, your heat engulfing him snugly and he let out a moan. His lips found yours as he held himself over you, working his cock into you further and further with each thrust, feeling your arousal wetting his cock to grant him easier access to your pleasure.

Your lips moved against each other hotly, your moans mixing as they left your mouths, his thrusts increasing in force and speed, your hands sliding up his sides to grasp the hairs at the back of his neck tightly. Your tongues slid against one another and Bucky pulled back slightly, looking down to where your bodies met so perfectly. He bit his lip as he watched his cock sliding in and out of your tight core and you moaned at the sigh of him. You lifted your legs higher against your chest, the new found angle making his cock hit deeper inside you, your moans increasing in volume as he thrusted into you harder.

Bucky rolled you both over, seating you on top of him, sliding into you deeper and grinding his hips against yours harshly, his cock buried to the hilt. His hands gripped your hips tightly, his pubic bone grinding against your bundle of nerves harshly and you threw your head back and let out a throaty moan. "Fuck, Bucky, I'm so fucking close." You moaned and he sped up his trusts, biting down on his lip, watching you writhe on top him.

"Touch yourself for me, darling." He commanded seductively, biting down on his lip, dragging another moan from you. You slid your hand down his stomach, separating your fingers, sliding them down on both sides of your entrance, feeling Bucky's think cock sliding in and out of you. You moaned as you started rubbing circles on your clit, biting down on your lip as your orgasm approached quickly. His movements beneath you grew sloppier, you could feel his climax approaching as well, the groans emitting from his throat a clear indication of that. You shrieked as your orgasm washed over you, you walls clamping tightly around his cock as you kept grinding your hips against his. Bucky let out whispers of curses, shutting his eyes tightly as the euphoria washed over him, emptying his load into your welcoming heat.

You bit your lip as your eyes found his, his lips curving into a teethy grin. "That was... really something else." Bucky said, you responded with a giggle and let your hands travel down his arms, grabbing his hands in yours. He kissed the back of your hand and then let it fall, sliding his hand to your neck, his thumb caressing your cheek. You slipped off him, letting gravity take its toll on the liquids in and between your bodies. "So what happens now?" he said as you shrugged your shoulders and rose from his lap, wandering off to grab something to clean you both off. You found a few tissues and grabbed your phone before returning to Bucky's side, giggling as you looked at your lockscreen. You unlocked your phone and you showed Bucky the texts. He let out a laugh.

                                                      d-bags ♡

steev (3:16pm)

I just want this shit over by now

steev (3:18pm)

why did I choose a job like this?!😩

steev (3:19pm)

🥵🔪🔪

steev (3:26pm)

I'm gonna need some serious alcohol this weekend.🍻🍻🍻

steev (3:36pm)

I got a feeling y'all are ignoring me.

steev (3:42pm)

now I'm convinced you're ignoring me.

steev (3:52pm)

come on guys, entertain me!?🙄🙄

steev (4:01pm)

fucking hell 🧨🧨🧨

steev (4:12pm)

okay just ignore me. I'm sorry!!!!!

steev (4:13pm)

can't wait to see you two tomorrow.

steev (4:13pm)

☹️☹️☹️

"You know..." Bucky started. "I don't think we should tell Steve. You know he hates third-wheeling..." You bit your lip as his thumb stroked your hip. You gathered the mess on his stomach with the tissues while biting your lip, deep in thought. "... Hey? Love? Earth to Y/N?" you shook your head as Bucky finally broke through to you, he was waving his hand in front of your face and he laughed when you came out of the trance. "Dicked you down too good?" he smirked and you hit his shoulder softly. He smiled and leaned up to kiss your lips. You pulled him with you to the outdoor shower, turning on the water to clean both of your bodies. "So what about Steve? I don't think we should tell him just yet. I want to explore this, with you. Figure out what we could build together. Before we go around telling Steve, or anyone about us." You smiled and nodded.

"Don't tell Steve. Got it."

[yourplayersaidwhat]

Deerington’s Betrayal

Bit of a long one and more of a story than a quote but here goes. Some context, a few sessions back our human rouge (HM) killed off our tiefling bard (TB) on account of endangering his pet deer Deerington during a fight with some misc. woodland monsters. Now this being only three sessions into our campaign, I thought it would be a terrible waste of a good character to have him die on the spot, so TB and I plotted. I’d have the ghost take over the deer’s body and every so often he’d him roll to perform a random poltergeist-y thing to freak out the party. Long story short, TB’s ghost possessed Deerington for two MONTHS of sessions, no one even questioning why TB’s player hadn’t rolled up a new PC. After one particularly interesting incident with a cleric NPC it comes out that Deerington is possessed and HR, all but forgetting the PC he offed, is panicking, worried about the wellbeing of his deer. The scene plays out like this:

Cleric NPC: Well, I’m not sure what you want from me, there’s a ghost in this deer

HR: Can you get it out?!

CNPC: I can try

While this is all going on, I frantically text our absent bard to facetime us, as I really didn’t think he would’ve been revealed when he wasn’t here. I tell him the time has come and let HR know that he’ll be getting a call in a moment and to answer it. The second he looks at the caller id he goes mental.

HR, having started screeching before even answering the phone: NO YOU VILE HUMAN BEING GET OUT OF MY DEER

TB, via facetime and through fits of laughter: WASSUP F**KERS

The rest of the party is losing it, I can’t stop laughing, and our rouge has finally stopped computing and is laying on the floor crying in anguish for his pet deer.

[whenimgoodandready]

*SVTFOE Bloopers, Finale Season Part 3

•Gone Baby Gone

-(Setting:Teen Meteora and Mariposas cave.)

Star:(hesitantly slurps and gulps the skin flakes and garlic spider chow) “Y-Yummy”

Adult Marco:(eagerly drinks the soup) “Ahhh! Really takes me back. Though I always used to-“ (he stops and starts to sweat panting)

Star:(looks concerned for Adult Marco) “Are you okay? You look-“ (suddenly feels something) “Oh boy!” (starts to sweat and pant as well)

(Teen Meteora and Mariposa snicker)

Adult Marco:(standing up panicking) “What’s goin’ on!? My mouth is burning!” (screams and runs off-screen)

(Star screams and runs off-screen too. Teen Meteora and Mariposa try to contain their laughter)

Director Daron:(heard off-screen) “Uh, what’s going on over here? Can someone please tell me”

Staff Member:(heard off-screen) “Hang on, let me check”

(Teen Meteora and Mariposa can’t hold it much longer and burst out laughing. Adult Marco runs past the scene seemingly breathing fire while screaming flailing his arms in the air)

Staff Member:(heard off-screen) “Okay, we found the problem! Bryana (Teen Meteora) and Isabella (Teen Mariposa) secretly put Ghost Peppers in the soup for the scene”

Director Daron:(sighs) “Oh my God, girls not cool!”

(Teen Meteora falls back laughing and Teen Mariposa hunches over laughing holding onto her stomach and stomping her foot)

Star:(runs past the scene holding a water bottle) “CAN SOMEONE OPEN THIS THING!”

-(Behind the Scenes. Wyscan is sitting in a make-up chair half complete with his magical look with only his face not painted and wearing a bald cap for his wig. He’s speaking with the Make-Up Artist next to him surround by boxes of various colored paints and brushes)

Wyscan:(exasperated) “Oh my God! You would not believe the day I had getting over here! First, my limo got stuck in traffic, so I was 2 hours late for rehearsal” (the Make-Up Artist adjusts the chair to lounge back and Wyscan closes his eyes as he continues his venting. Little does he know, Teen Meteora and Mariposa quickly and very quietly cover the Make-Up Artists mouth and drag her away off-screen) “Then, I was attacked by those frogs that escaped from that new show, “Ann-phibia”, or whatever studio by some liberal going all, “Free the Frogs!” Ugh! I swear one of those slimy things crawled in my hair!” (cringes as Teen Meteora and Mariposa come back standing on either side of Wyscan snickering and picking up make-up tools) “Finally, those creepy twin Pony Head girls wouldn’t stop playing dumb country rap song, “Old Town Road”, during rehearsal and now that songs stuck in my head” (groans) “Anyways sorry about talking your ear off, I’ll just sit back, lay back and let you work your magic, okay hun”

(Teen Meteora and Mariposa simultaneously pretend to be the Make-Up Artist and go, “Mmhmm”, mockingly while giving one another devious looks. They get to work applying make-up on Wyscan super fast with pink mist and after they’re complete, the mist fades away and Teen Mariposa readjusts Wyscans sweat to make him sit up right as Teen Meteora holds up a hand mirror in front of him. Wyscan opens his eyes and gasps at seeing his prank make-up job. His face is powdered white with hot pink lipstick, lavender eyeshadow and three stickers on his face with a heart, a star and a rainbow plastered on it and his wig was a big curly orange afro. Teen Meteora and Mariposa laugh. Wyscan screams angrily and jumps off his seat)

Wyscan:(frustratedly) “You little brats! Wait til’ my agent hears about this!”

(Teen Meteora and Mariposa stop laughing and put their arms around Wyscan in-between them and Teen Mariposa pulls out her iPhone to take a pic of the three of ‘em as the two strike a pose. Wyscan groans and we see a flash and hear a click)

-Wyscan:(irritatedly) “Ugh, what’s taking so long over there?!”

Teen Mariposa:”I’ve changed my mind”

Wyscan:”I thought we had a deal!”

Wyscan’s Stomach:”And baby’s hungry!” (slurping)

Teen Mariposa:”You want the girl...you’ll” (tries to pull out her bo staff, but she fumbles with it around her hands and it falls to the ground making a loud clank sound as Teen Mariposa cringes. She stares down at the staff as the staff off-screen laugh. Wyscan laughs too and Teen Mariposa gets annoyed with him) “Shut up!”

-(The background fight music plays as Teen Mariposa starts to fight Wyscan with her staff. Wyscan blocks her attacks and pushes her backward with his sword. He quickly knocks her away and pins her to the ground. We hear a crack and Wyscan stops fighting to stand over Teen Mariposa looking confused. The background fight music dies out and Teen Mariposa sits up and picks up her bo staff which is now split almost in half and dangling on one side. She stares at it dangling before nervously chuckling. Wyscan laughs as well)

•Sad Teen Hotline

•Jannanigans

-Tom:(to Marco) “I mean, if you and your best friend, ended up being something else”

Marco:”What? Tom, the Blood Moon acres has been-“ (gets interrupted by a tennis ball being shot at his face knocking him down) “Ow!”

Tom:(gasps. Turns to where the ball came from) “What the f-“ (a tennis ball is shot at him and ends up in his mouth silencing him with him mumbling, dropping his arm full of tennis balls and losing his balance. Another tennis ball is shot at and knocks Tom down)

Director Daron:(heard off-screen) “Who’s using the tennis ball shooting machine!?”

(the camera pans to see Janna using it and shooting tennis balls around the set. We hearing glass shattering, people screaming and see objects falling down)

Janna:(stops shooting and calls out) “Hey, Pony Head! You lied! This thing does work!” (continues shooting tennis balls around and chuckles evilly as more things break and peoples screaming are heard)

Director Daron:(groans off-screen) “I told you to put that thing away before the shoot!”

Equipment Manager:(flatly off-screen) “Sorry”

•Mama Star

-First Born Unicorn:(angrily) “STOP THROWING SH*T IN MY REALM!”

-Director Daron:(heard off-screen) “Cut! Who the Hell is editing the horses dialogue up there!?”

(the camera pans up to the sound room where we see Teen Meteora and Mariposa sitting in the Sound Room with Teen Mariposa typing as Teen Meteora giggles)

Teen Mariposa:(typing with each word) “Every.time.you.come.into.my.realm.you.always.f**K.sh*t.up!” (stops typing and laughs with Teen Meteora)

(they stop laughing when the notice the cameras and go wide eyed with shock)

•Ready, Aim, Fire

•The Right Way

-(the giant Solarian knight is trying to find its balance and then suddenly stands still. It starts dancing as “Old Town Road” plays. We pan to see Shonda and Shinda smugly next to their record player with Teen Meteora and Mariposa smugly next to them watching as Teen Mariposa controls the giant Solarian knight with a remote)

Teen Meteora:(proudly) “We baaaaaaad”

Teen Mariposa:(proudly) “And we like it like that!”

(all four girls laugh)

•Here to Help

•Pizza Party

•The Tavern at the End of the Multiverse

-Eclipsa:(to Moon as she’s positioning her pool stick) “You know, I never got a chance to thank-“ (the pool stick cuts a tear on the table. Eclipsas eyes widen. Meteora laughs from her baby carrier Eclipsas wearing) “Whoops!” (stands up straight covering her mouth blushing)

-Star:”Glossaryck! Glossaryck! Please, don’t leave me here with my dysfunctional family!” (sighs) “Okay”, (waves disinterestedly at Eclipsa’s tapestry) “Hi Eclipsa” (turns to Moons tapestry) “Motherf**ker”

Director Daron:(off-screen) “Cut! Star!”

Star:”What!? It’s what the fans are thinking after what just recently happened!”

Director Daron:(scoldingly still off-screen) “You can’t curse in a children’s show!”

(Toffee is shown casually sitting in a chair next to the Darons)

Toffee:”I believe that’s what the kids call, “Too real””

Star:”Oh, can it Toffee! You’re not really in this episode it’s just a prerecording of your line from our first finale! Besides, my character is just acting appropriately from her mothers betrayal and all the chaos that’s going on!”

Toffee:”Yeah, but who was relieved to be the smartest character in the show?” (gives her a look)

(Rosemary is just sucking her bowl of gumbo next to Toffee in her leveled chair nodding concededly)

Toffee:”Rosemary, sweetie, flip to the last page of the script for this episode please”

(Rosemary puts down her gumbo, wipes her mouth, picks up the episodes script, flips through it professionally and reads through it first)

Rosemary:”It says, “Star turns to Moons tapestry and says mournfully, “I guess this means Toffee was right””

Toffee:(puts a hand to his ear pretending like he’s deaf) “I-I’m sorry, what was that, I couldn’t hear that” (makes a smug look at Star)

(Star looks peeved)

Rosemary:”She says, “I guess this means Toffee” (looks up at Star shouting) “WAS RIGHT!””

Toffee:(turns over his hand smugly in the air) “Surprise”

Star:(has her fists balled by her sides and an angry expression with her teeth clenched yet she speaks in a mellow tone) “I am so glad, you’re dead.......on the show”

•Cleaved

-(Behind the Scenes. Almost everyone from the show is surrounded around The Realm of Magic set murmuring to one another. Daron Nefcy marches onto the green screen set of The Realm of Magic while making splashes on the shallow water spread on the ground. She clears her throat and puts her hands on her hips making everyone stop and stare at her)

Director Daron:(loudly and clearly) “Alright, listen up everyone! This is our last episode of the show and I want this done well! You think just cuz it’s the end you can do crazy sh*t like goof around, or do improve or even curse!? Well think again! This isn’t a playground people! This is a ✨spectacle!✨ You all worked for four years to make this a good show and I want you guys to take this seriously! You don’t know how much pride I put into this to make it my “magical girl fantasy” come true! I had to change a lot in this story to get this green lite, work through sleepless nights, have my episodes get premiered a day after the next in a twisted scheduling and deal with psycho fans just to get this done! Now I want you all to get out there and make this the best damn finale a children’s show has done! Even if we might get backlash for it, F**k it! Cuz we gave it our all! Now places everyone! PLACES! (marches out of the set making loud splashes as she departs with everyone in stunned silence)

(Star and Marco walk onto the set with small splashes as the two watch Daron march off looking silent and a bit unnerved)

Star:(rubs her arm) “Ok.........I guess, we’re gonna give it our all then” (laughs nervously)

Marco:(quietly) “If we ever do the reunion show” (points at Star) “You’re sitting next to her, not me!”

-Marco:(grabbing onto Star) “Star! Ok, what’s the plan!?”

Star:(pointing to an upward waterfall) “Uh, you have to go back through the Earth-“ (the upward shooting waterfall slowly starts decreasing as the lights luminate the set and the wind effects stop. The upward waterfall now just spits out bits of water from the tube as objects are lightly blown onto the set from the giant wind fan and The Realm of Magic turns back to a green screen)

Star:”Is someone using all the water supply again!?”

-Mina Loveberry:(walking smugly past Star and her powers) “And the thing about good ideas is they tend to hang arou-Ow!” (stops and picks up her foot groaning in pain and hoping) “Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! OW! Ahhhhhh! Damn it! I stepped on a freakin’ mini pretzel!” (hisses while still holding up her foot and hopping in place) “God! Why did my character have to go all native with their feet!?”

Director Daron:(heard off-screen) “Can someone get some iodine!.......and the janitor!”

-(Marco is skateboarding down the street and falls off. The big build up music stops on a record scratch)

Marco:(groans and sits up on one knee) “Sorry! That wasn’t the big fall yet!” (under his breath as he’s getting up and adjusting himself) “God damn it, Marco! This your last day of shooting and you’re making an a** of yourself!”

Director Daron:(heard off-screen sternly) “DID YOU CURSE!?”

Marco:(panics and waves his hands in front of him) “No! No! No! No! I swear!” (panics more) “I mean, not as in swearing, I mean as in “I swear I didn’t curse!” Really” (laughs nervously)

[ask-aki-iruma]

“Hey f**kers, heard that a few people were doing this ask blog thing so I thought I’d join the bandwagon. The names Aki Iruma, single mom of Miu Iruma. I’m a mechanic, not an ultimate myself but I'm proud to see my baby girl doing what she loves. ​​Promo anyone?”

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[ruffiorocks]

Lena Finding Out Scene

L Corp

Kara 'Miss Luthor you wanted to see me?'

Lena 'yes, why don't you come in Kara'

Kara 'than....wait! You said Kara! I'm errr. . I'm not Kara Danvers'.

Lena 'really Kara? You're still going to stand there and lie to my face?'

Kara 'I'm NOT Kara Danvers!'

Lena 'Save it Kara, I know how little you respect me but do stop trying to further insult my intelligence, the game is up'.

Kara *sigh* 'I'm sorry I didn't tell you Lena, but it was for your own protection, I have so many enemies'.

Lena 'you don't think I can protect myself?! You don't think I have enemies?! You're only standing there alive because of me!'

Kara 'Very few people know my secret Lena! It's a handful at the most!'

Lena 'oh really? Just a handful?'

Kara 'yes!'

Lena 'Jess send them in'

*in stroll Alex, James, Winn and Jonn and Eliza, Clark and Lois*

Lena 'Only a few Kara?'

Kara 'Well...they are my family and best friends who also work at the DEO Lena!'

Lena 'Am I not your best friend Kara? Are we not supposed to be Sisters? Have I never been in the DEO helping YOU save the world?'

Alex *cough* 'she's has you there Kara'

Kara 'shut up Alex!'

Lena 'thank you Alex, still on for drinks later?'

Alex 'you bet!'

Kara 'you two get drinks without me? Anyway it's still to dangerous Lena! See how few people know?'

Lena 'oh really? Jess! Send in the second group!'

*in walks Brainy, Nia, Maggie, Lucy, Mon El and Imra*

Kara 'Well err... they are from the future! They are super heroes! And Maggie found out on her own!'

Lena 'I'm not a hero to you Kara? I don't get to be a Superfriend? You've known Nia for 5 minutes!'

Brainy 'Logically speaking Lena is always right, and by my calculations she has helped to save the world and your life approximate....'

Kara 'shut up Brainy!'

Maggie 'Damn Little Danvers you still haven't told Lena?! After all the help she has given you? That's cold'.

Lena 'Thank you Detective, did you get the new tech I sent to help keep you and your fellow offices safe from unknown tech and alien powers?'

Maggie 'Yes! Thanks again Lena! Me and my fellow offices are well protected now!'

Lena 'im glad to hear it, so Kara, anything you would like to say?'

Kara 'I err.... I.. I didn't TELL all of them! Some found out on their own! Plus there aren't any more!'

Lena 'oh really? JESS! send in group three!'

*in walks Maxwell Lord, Lillian Luthor, Rhea's ghost and Covilles ghost*

Lillian 'ahh Lena dear, finally figured it out? Good for you, took you long enough!'

Lena 'Not now mother! Kara, anything else you would like to say?'

Kara *actually sweating even though she shouldn't physically be able to do that* 'I ... err. .. well they figured it out all on their own!'

Lillian 'didn't I tell you Lena would eventually find out on her own?'

Lena *seething by this point* 'You knew my mother knew and you still didn't tell me? You were what? Just waiting for me to find out and hate you? You could have told me then!'

Lillian *looking smug* 'told you!'

Kara 'Shut up Lillian! Lena you don't understand it was for your own safety! If to many people know...'

Lena 'JESS! Send in group four!'

Kara 'oh God.....'

*in walks Cat Grant and all of the DEO*

Lena 'Miss Grant*

Cat 'Miss Luthor'

Kara 'erm.. hey Miss Grant'

Cat 'Kiera! You didn't tell this amazing woman, your best friend, the woman who has helped save the world, your life and save CatCo from that parasite Edge? shall I go on?! '

Kara 'No please for the love of Rao don't! Lena I. ...'

Lena 'JESS! Send in group number 5!'

Jess 'do you have any room left in there?'

*in walks Oliver, Barry, Sara, Caitlin, Cisco, Iris, Ray, Mick, Felicity, Fire Storm, Diggle, Thea, Wally, Harrison Wells, Joe West*

Mick 'Skirt'

Kara 'erm.. hi Mick'

Lena 'Still want to tell me how very few people know Kara? Does the rest of the Multiverse know?!'

Kara *incomprehensible mumbles*

Sarah 'Damn Kara! If I had a Lena Luthor on my Earth I'd. ....'

Kara 'Shut up Sarah!'

Mick 'Any food around here?'

Lena 'Yes Mr Rory, I put out hor d'oeuvres, help yourself. Oh and there's beer to'.

Alex and Sarah 'Yes!'

Kara 'Alex?!'

Alex 'Sorry sis, you got yourself into this one. I'm not standing in the way of a pissed off Lena'.

Kara 'Jonn?'

*Jonn melts out via the wall*

Kara 'Mon El? Imra?'

Mon El 'Sorry Kara, but Lena is truly a hero. There are statues dedicated to her in the future. She's the reason I can still come and visit here and survive in Earth in the future'.

Kara 'Winn?!'

Winn 'oh what's that? The future needs us? Sorry Kara gotta go! Good luck! Bye Lena! Thanks for all those blue prints for the tech to help save lives in the future! We owe you one!'

Lena 'Lovely to see you again Winn and my pleasure, I should have that transmitter sorted soon so we can communicate through time, Sarah has offered a helping hand'.

Sarah 'Damn right I have! 😎

Kara 'You're doing what now?'

Lena 'oh I'm sorry, did I fail to mention all the important things in my life to you?'

Kara 'No, I just ... I. .. I didn't know.... er... Jam...'

Lena 'I swear to God Kara if you ask my backstabbing ex boyfriend for help! Oh and Olsen you can leave now, your purpose here is done. You will find your pink slip on MY desk at CatCo and details of why and how I will be suing you'.

Cat Grant *nodding in approval* 👏👏

Lena 'Cat while you're here feel free to mooch around CatCo, God knows someone needs to fix the mess Olsen has left it in'.

Cat 'what was I thinking?!'

James *looking longingly around the room at all these heroes* 'But I'm a hero to! I'm the Guar....'

Everyone 'Get out!'

Lena 'So Kara, ready to tell me no one else knows?'

Kara 'you.....you....there's another group isn't there?'

Lena 'I'm glad you asked, JESS! send in group six!'

*in walks Kate Kane, Mgann and the guy who kidnapped Alex*

Lena 'Well Kara?'

*suddenly Lex appears in a new Lexo Suit*

'Ahh finally figured it out little sister? Oh hey Mom!'

Lillian 'darling!!'

Lena 'm***r f***ker!'

*Suddenly theres a thud and Kara is passed out on Lena's floor through shock*

Alex *checks her over* 'She'll be fine, I didn't even know Kryptonians could pass out from shock and embarrassment*

Clark 'if you'll excuse me Miss Luthor'

Lena 'of course Mr Kent'

Clark 'than...wait....you know?!'

Lena 'really?!!!'

Lois 'just go honey, go now! Quickly!'

Lena 'Attention! My psychotic brother is on the loose, shall we postpone this and save the world again? All are welcome to join!'

Everyone 'Team up!'

*everyone is outside fighting Lex and taking direction from Lena, who will later be inducted into Team Superfriends (Kara was over ruled) Team Arrow Team Flash, Team Legends and will swap numbers with Kate Kane. Kara meanwhile will still be in a state of catatonic shock on Lena's office floor. While Jess tidies up around her*.

The End.

[squirrelwrangler]

Well, you don't talk about hating Fingon as much as of hating Maedross (at least from my observations that consisted of digging your years old meta posts) and tbh Maedros inherited his dad's ability to hog attention (also, your dislike of Feanor alse seems more apparent to average observer). So. Um. Why do you hate Fingon? As in, your personal opinion on what's wrong with this guy (me, I just think the fact this guy ended with crown is a good example of what can go wrong with monarchies)

My fingon hate is more lowkey- and slow building not as visceral- in part because I have(had) few mutuals that also hated him but vocally would get into it w/ the Fëanor did nothing wrong crowd. So I didn’t take opportunities to talk about it as much. My dislike of Fingon was the realization that it wasn’t just completely ignoring his character/utter disinterest plus my heavy dislike of the Noldor that committed war crimes then stole land ownership of the native population went into Exile wasn’t just a generalization with him. I had dislike of him as a character in his own right as well as just hating this inescapable fanon of Maedhrosandfingon. So start with the basics. He never clicked as interesting for me and his part of the story wasn’t a draw. boring beige wallpaper boy. It’s like asking someone who read the Illiad why they liked the rest of the story or maybe the Odyssey more but did not like Achilles and Patrocles or thought those two were just as awful as Agamemnon instead of oh tragic gay guys I want to read fanfic of them and explore this dynamic. I’m never wanted to or have yet to read a fic where the focus is Fingon/Maedhros. And yes, that is a fandom juggernaut and I miss out on a ton of fanon and thus have disconnected myself from influences and influencers in the Silm fandom. For most the Silm characters, especially the popular Noldor princes, it’s fanon and not canon providing the characterizations. Not a bad thing; most of what I write is canon ghosts and OCs and I’m the last person to disparage that - but of characters in the Silm the ones with the most actual fleshed out page time and inner thoughts revealed or such is...Túrin. Then next I’d argue is Beren and Thingol. And Fëanor for his short role on the page his awful personality and thoughts/actions are quite clear. So my Fingon dislike is threefold: popular fanon Fingon can jump off a cliff while I’m not watching, the little bit in canon doesn’t impress me, and anything I’m been able to build from canon into a fanon that feels like an actual character I could use in my stories is a character that is interesting to use in writing but not a ‘new favorite character’. 

Maedhros my thoughts I could go into more detail but most days it boils down to “String that F***ker Back Up.” So, remove Maedhros from Fingon, knowing that I resent Fingon for his big heroic act of rescuing Maedhros (oh goodie the Noldor paper over their serious serious divide aka atrocities so they can lie to our new allies about the war crimes and atrocities and surprise surprise the Fëanorians are the Fifth Column that will turn and slaughter their allies). So, what else does Fingon do besides the big heroic act that I hate him for doing? He charges in to slaughter the Teleri and help steal their cultural relics on par with the Silmarils because he sees his friend/cousin in danger. Okay, understandable. Reckless, shows that he definitely values his close Noldor cousins lives above those that aren’t Noldor/Maedhros -my personal feelings would rank those two groups on the kill/save dichotomy exactly the opposite- but hey there’s a character trait there. (I rank the Exilic Noldor only above a few groups on the favorites list in the Silm because the other groups are orcs, balrogs, Numenoreans, or the Avari where I have nothing to build on). Fingon is obviously a Tulkas instead of a Manwë. Tulkas-type characters can be fun; just don’t make them kings.

So, does Fingon ever show signs of regretting that decision and the Doom it led to? In the text -never. And this related issue is my biggest problem with the narrative, what sticks in my craw. And then he speaks Quenya at the Fifth Battle -which ever since my first read through was the moment that destroyed the scene for me because it baffled me. ESPLAIN Banned language where the use of it was a vibrantly clear political statement of utter unrepentance of the kin-slaying. And that at least half of his army would not understand a word of- unless it was actually smaller than I thought it was and composed of just Noldor he brought over with him - but any second generation, any Sindar, and especially his human allies wouldn’t know (Húrin and Huor, ironically, are the one exception because of summer in Gondolin). Oh, let’s talk human allies. I like Finrod and almost any elf that implied or develops a relationship with non-elves/mortals. Fingon? Where is any of that? Húrin admires him- because Húrin admired his dad and was buds with Turgon. Does Fingon rule any kingdom until Fingolfin died or implied to gather allies to him like how Turgon gathered an entire region of people and moved them in secret to create a hidden city? Uhh..horse archer troop when he attacked Glaurung. But he was staying with Fingolfin and Fingolfin even gives ‘his’ land to the newly arrived Hador (like, laughing wildly here -”I’m giving your fiefdom to this newly arrived mortals because [fill in the blanks but probably a lack of confidence or desire for Fingon to keep at it]). When Fingon went to rescue Fingolfin, this second-in-line for the crown told nobody of the incredibly dangerous disappearing act he did. Yeah, no wonder Fingolfin keeps him house-arrest close from then on. 

So who else does Fingon regularly interact with in the text that isn’t his father or Maedhros? Any non Noldor? Anyone besides Fingolfin that I could give a damn about? Not his siblings. Oh- good! Círdan ....oh wait that’s a temporary holdover from Finrod as Gil-galad’s father. Ah, there’s the one fact Fingon has going for him, being the published Silm version’s sperm donor for Gil-galad (whose’s father in all but biology was Círdan and who he emulated in life was his grandfather Fingolfin and grandfather Finarfin). Drives back the dragon- okay martial prowess. Not overarching leadership yet, so again as someone from an early age as most nerds do who liked the Odysseus to the Ajax or Achilles that doesn’t actually make me impressed with Fingon or think he’s cool. Sort of weirded out by the omission of Fingon when it talks about how Angrod and Aegnor were the only ones agreeing with FIngolfin about being in Beleriand for the war effort and not empire building on the Sindar’s stolen lands - have to assume Fingon is just lumped in with Fingolfin here as an unacknowledged extension of his father or assume the two were at odds. When Fingon is made king- it is as you said, not a great -or long- run. He’s Takeda Katsuyori inheriting the clan leadership after the death of his more powerful and accomplished father, Takeda Shigen, and then being famous for fucking up the battle that wipes his people out. Which can inspire a lot of sad poetry and did- but also a lot of contempt. So what archetypes are there also for Fingon to slide into to gain any interest? Oh look, it’s the similarly golden boy admired figure that is actually a shallow self-centered douchebag. Oh yeah, that’s the vibes I’m getting. This propaganda ideal of ideal Noldor male warrior, lots of reckless courage and loyalty to immediate kin, good looks and decent singing voice, but uh little else. Hmm, nice asking Manwë for help, Tolkien giving you piety points there, pity it didn’t stop you from rebelling against the gods in the first place and Turgon is the one, not you, to try to go ask for forgiveness and assistance.

Looking in old meta so you’ve found my Lalwen and Fingon ideas as well as Turgon versus Fingon on who would be comfortable and open to connecting with different people and had the actual leadership skills instead of just charisma. I could build an actual interesting character and narrative for him- and one that didn’t revolve around the ship- but it was one in which Fingon only because a character by imagining a guy that I wouldn’t really like and who won’t develop and grown into a likeable character but fall even deeper into the other direction.

Long and rambly and hard to read but tl;dr boring i hate your boyfriend and you have nothing else to offer that isn’t archetypes also personally boring or ew hate him

[peonybane]

Gamer Vibes

Pairing: Hongbin (Lee HongBin) [VIXX] x Reader

Word Count: 1.1 k

Genre: Crack... it’s literally just crack with a little bit of romance(?) thrown in.

Summary: Why? Out of all the people your subconscious had to dream up in dreamland, why did it have to be your number one streaming competitor?!?!

a/n: No editing just threw this together. I had to really churn this out to get this out when I saw all my mutes posting that it was Hongbin’s birthday. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy. This is a mild roast if ever I’ve seen one.

Song: Rock Ur Body

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“… Another victory for me!”

“Fuck!” You yelled as you threw off your headset. 

God, how could that smug bastard keep winning! “No hard feelings, I hope.”

“Damn you, pretty boy!”

“Now, now. That’s no way to talk on a stream.”

Fuck. Him. You disconnected your stream for the third time this week unceremoniously and collapsed back in your chair. Fuck him. Fuck Lee HongBin.

You got up from your gaming desk and made the short walk to your bed, throwing yourself on it, face first. Normally… normally, another gamer wouldn’t get you so worked up like this. You were kinda known on Twitch to be a rather easy going gamer. But with Lee HongBin… he brought out your feral side. That stupid contrary attitude paired with that even more stupidly handsome face worked you up… in more ways than you care to admit.

Sighing, you looked up at the clock. 9 pm. Far earlier than you’d like to go to bed, but with how upset you were over losing to that bastard, not once, not twice, but multiple times in Overwatch, it was just easier to sleep away the shame.

It was hazy and yet, so familiar. Like it had been some place you’d visited as child. As you stepped through the musty room, it slowly grew more and more familiar, especially as the old fashion gaming consults grew in vibrancy and familiarity. This was the gaming center that you spent every moment you could in during your childhood. It was the place you felt most comfortable. It was the place that bloomed your love of games. 

For hours it seemed you hopped between the different consoles, reliving all of those wonderful childhood memories… until you spotted it. It was a game you had never seen. The classic 80’s console was an off white color with decals on the side of stars and spaceships. The decal on the top of the machine had the image of a blue robot head with the words ‘Fight for ROVIX 6” in big bold, golden letters. In front of the console was a stool.

Normally, you’d ignore it, but something was pulling you in— drawing you in to sit down and play this game you’d never seen before. The moment your butt touched the stool, the game rubbled to life, playing that classic 8-bit synthesizer noise. As the game gave you the back story for the mission you’d complete, you familiarized yourself with the joystick and buttons. 

A moment later, the game began. And you were suppose to defeat… space vampire? Ok, weird, but ok. Once that level had been beaten, it moved on to the next then the next one, with each level of creatures to be defeated getting weirder and weirder. Some where just out of place (Love slaves? Really?) while others were excellent villains but still didn’t make sense (Perfume mafia? Ok….).

Level after level you defeated them all and with each level, your determination grew. Then… you reach the boss level. The music changed and got even more exciting. This was it. You were about to defeat this weird, new game.

Then… it went black. You cried out in frustration. No! You were about to defeat the final boss! You kicked the machine in frustration. 

“Hey, are you so much of a child as to kick the poor innocent machine when you’re just not worthy to play it?”

You knew that voice. You stood up and turned around. It was him. Lee HongBin. Why the ever loving fuck was he in your dream. “What do you want?”

He gave you a dimply smirk and walking over to you. You stared at him as he approached you. He stopped right in front of you. Damn him. Damn him and his dimply face. “I ask again, HongBin: what do you want?”

“Well…” he leaned in to whisper into your ear. “I’m the final boss.”

He pulled away from you and you stared at him. Deep down, you knew this was a dream, but that didn’t make this any less scary… or exhilarating.

“Fine, final boss. What’s the challenge?”

“Dance battle.”

Your blood went cold. You were anything but coordinated. For goodness sake, you tripped over air! There was no way you were going to beat him in a dance match. He tilted his head. “Shall we?”

He walked straight past you and you turned. The console was no longer there. Instead, a dance game took it’s place, the same decals and relative design was the same though. He stepped onto the platform and looked over at you as to say, ‘Chicken?’

You took him up on the challenge and stepped on to the platform. As soon as you had yourself settled on your side, HongBin said, “Why don’t we make this interesting.”

You sighed, “What now?”

“How about a wager? If you win, I do whatever you ask. If I win, you to whatever I ask. Deal?”

He held his hand out to shake. You took it wholeheartedly. Fuck yes, you were taking this deal. “Deal. I’m going to kick your ass.”

He scoffed. “We’ll see about that, princess.”

You made a face at him and pressed the start button. The game started off slow with songs like ‘Rock MY Body’ and ‘Chained Down.’ The dances gradually grew harder and harder until you leaned over with your hands on your knees breathing heavily, trying to catch your breath.

“You think you can go one last round, princess?”

You looked over and there he was, standing there like he hadn’t broken a sweat. Fuck. Him. “Let’s go, you bastard.”

He laughed. “Last one. Let’s see if you can keep up.”

You gave him one last dirty look as ‘SuperVillain’ started to play. The two of you began dancing but as it went on, you found yourself being drawn in by HongBin. It was like he was controlling your body. You started feeling sluggish— it wouldn’t do what you wanted it to. Suddenly the buzzer sounded: you had made the wrong move. It broke the hazy cloud in your head and you stared at the screen. You… you lost.

HonbBin smirked at you and walked towards you, trapping you against the hand rail (When did that get there?)

You scrunched your eyes closed, a little scared. You heard him chuckle then the feeling of a pair of lips ghosting over yours. “Your ass is mine in the next round of Overwatch.”

You bolted away, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. You panted, touching your lips. What the actual fuck was that?

Your phone dinged, startling you. You picked it up, looking at the Twitch message. 

from [DIMPLED F**KER]: Sorry about today? Wanna get your ass kicked tomorrow?

Fuck. Him!

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