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ereardon · 1 year ago

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The Backup || Jake Seresin x Reader [teaser]

“That can’t happen again.”

“It will.”

You sighed loudly, flinging yourself backward onto the mound of pillows, knowing that he was right. Jake rolled off the bed, tugging on his boxers.

He grinned. “Any more bad dates planned for this week?”

“A blind date on Friday,” you replied, rolling onto your side to face him as Jake got dressed. “Someone that a secretary from my work knows.”

“A blind date, really?”

Ignoring his comment, you replied, “What about you?”

“No plans.”

“Which means that you’ll have a date lined up by Thursday.”

“And it’ll be a flop and we’ll be right back here on Friday night.”

“I’m serious Jake, this can’t keep happening.” You stepped out of bed, slipping on a silk robe and tying it tightly around your middle. “We can’t be each other’s fallback every time a date goes sideways.”

“So end it,” he said. “You’re the one that called me tonight, remember?”

“I’m weak,” you replied and Jake chuckled.

“You’re a lot of things, sweetheart, but weak isn’t one of them. Except when it comes to those mall pretzels.”

“Well those are objectively the best.”

“True.”

You watched as Jake finished getting dressed, tying his shoelaces, slipping on his jacket. “Can I ask you something?”

“Always.”

“Are we fucking each other up by doing this? Like are we the reason that every single date goes bad? Because I feel like lately they all end up sucking.”

“The dates are bad because our options are bad,” Jake replied. “We’re not cursed, Stinky. That’s just how these things go. You date and date and just when you think you want to fling yourself over the Golden Gate you find one person who suddenly makes things work. And then you live your weird Hallmark lives together forever.”

“You, Jake Seresin, believe that?” You raised your eyebrows. “What happened to the guy I met three years ago who didn’t realize that girls don’t want to come over to your fucking Tenderloin apartment and see a bed without a bed frame?”

“I loved that apartment and it was dirt cheap,” Jake argued. “Besides, you’re not much better. Remember when you thought guys actually liked girls who wore Birkenstocks?”

“They’re comfortable!”

“You looked like you were going to yell at me for not using a reusable jar to grind my own peanut butter at Whole Foods for twenty dollars an ounce. It was heinous. Also they smelled like ass.” Hence, the nickname that you hoped would die but never did.

“You’re just saying that because your type is girls who stomp around in size five Aquazzura heels on Market Street and have their daddy’s Amex card numbers memorized.”

“Better than your type. Mr. Couch potato, looks practically homeless and asks you to split the check at dinner because he’s too cheap to pay for your baked potato.”

“That happened twice, that’s not a pattern.”

“More than once is concerning.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re lucky you’re good in bed because I can’t fucking stand you.”

“Stop stroking my ego.”

“Goodnight, Seresin,” you said, walking toward the kitchen, your back to him. “Slam the door on your face on your way out, won’t you?”

“Night Stinky,” he said and you could hear his footsteps trailing down the hallway. “See you next weekend!”

You grabbed a half-empty bottle of Sauvignon Blanc from the fridge door and slammed it, a little too hard, the sound of bottles inside rattling as you unscrewed the cap and chugged directly from the bottle. It was acidic, probably too old, but it would do the trick. Anything to block out Jake’s words that haunted the quiet air of your apartment even after he was gone.

He was right. Somehow the two of you always fell into bed together. The dates always went belly up. Hinge, Raya, Bumble, League. No app worked. No blind set up. It was like clockwork: you’d spend an hour getting ready for a date, and within five minutes you’d know that at the end you’d call an Uber to take you to Jake’s. Or vice versa: he’d show up at your door with a pocketful of condoms and a smirk. It always ended the same way. For almost a year, you and Jake had been filling the gaps of your dating life with each other. Friends with benefits. No strings.

And, of course, you made a point to keep it from the friend group. Coyote would throw an absolute fit if he found out.

[Note: Special shoutout to @clancycucumber230 for the idea!]

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archangeldyke-all · 1 year ago

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More tattoo artist sevika pls

Maybe our first date or something 👀👀👀

ur wish is my command bb

men and minors dni

so since you asked her out, you're under the impression that you'll be planning the date.

that is not the case.

once sevika's away from you (and no longer hypnotized by your presence) she snaps out of her lovesick haze and rushes to text you.

"i'm taking u out, btw."

"absolutely not, i asked u!" you text back.

"yeah because i couldn't get my brain to fuckin' work while i was looking at u. i'm taking u out. shut up about it."

and then, "ur tit pic nearly gave me an aneurysm, btw."

she picks out a quiet little restaurant with great drinks, reserves a table for you, and gets there thirty minutes early. she has two drinks before you arrive-- nervous as shit and desperate to be cool once you show up.

she's not.

you show up wearing a low cut top and skin tight pants. she chokes on her drink when she sees you.

you have to pound her back while she coughs and sputters.

she hides her face in her hands in embarrassment as you sit across from her once her breathing is under control. you laugh, endeared by how nervous she is around you.

"you're really cute." you say.

she groans. "you make me stupid with how pretty you are." she mumbles.

it's a great first date after the initial awkward bumble. sevika relaxes when she realizes you're teasing her just so she won't tease you-- because her teasing you leads to you getting so flustered you can't even look her in the eyes.

you guys have a few drinks and split a few appetizers. you take turns trying to fluster the other between asking questions about each other and getting to know one another.

your chemistry is off the charts. you've never met anyone you click with quite as quickly as you click with sevika. by the end of the night the two of you are laughing with each other like you've known each other for years.

you end up sitting at the table chatting for hours, until the restaurant closes forcing the two of you to leave. outside the restaurant, sevika awkwardly asks you if you'd like to take a walk with her. you enthusiastically agree, nowhere near ready for the night to be over.

sevika grins when you agree, and you decide to be bold and take her hand in yours. she trips over her own feet, awkwardly laughing when you help her straighten out.

"nervous?" you ask her. she hip checks you gently.

"shut up." she grumbles. you smile and stop walking. she turns around, ready to apologize, and you cut her off by pressing a kiss to her cheek. she's blushing when you pull away.

"you make me nervous too." you say, biting your lip and smiling. "good nervous, though."

"yeah." sevika says with a sparkle in her eyes. "good nervous."

the two of you walk for hours, circling the same block and talking about any and everything.

she tells you secrets she's never told anyone, you tell her practically your whole life story.

you point to her most eye catching tattoos, ask her the story behind each one, what made her choose the design.

it's only when the sky starts to get light that sevika realizes how much time has passed.

"oh fuck." sevika curses, looking down at you. "i am so sorry, i had no idea it was getting so--"

"it's okay." you cut her off. "i did. i just wanted to keep spending time with you." you watch sevika melt, her eyes getting wide and her face going soft. you giggle. "plus i got all my steps in, so that's good."

"probably enough steps for the whole week." she says.

"speaking of... are you free this weekend?" you ask. sevika grins.

"yes." she says, nodding enthusiastically.

"you gonna let me take you out this time?" you ask. she shakes her head no.

"never." she says. you roll your eyes.

"walk me to my car." you demand. sevika does.

when you get to your car-- the only one left in the parking lot besides sevika's, you turn around to hook your hands over sevika's shoulders.

"i'm really glad you asked me out." you whisper.

"i'm really glad you came to silco for your nose piercing." she says.

"i had such a good time tonight." you say.

"me too."

"sevika?" you ask, blinking up at her. her eyes are focused on your lips.

"yeah?"

"can i kiss you?" you ask. she grins.

"yeah."

she leans down as you lean up, your lips meeting in a gentle kiss. something warm and sparkly bubbles in your stomach, and in a moment you're grinning against her lips. she pulls away with a shy smile of her own, clearing her throat and scratching the back of her neck.

"text me when you get home safe." she says. you nod up at her.

"you too." you say.

sevika turns to walk to her car and you watch her go, raising your eyebrows when she stops and turns back around to stride up to you, a determined look on her face.

she scoops you up into her arms and kisses you fiercly, a ray of sun cutting through the sky to illuminate the two of you as you moan into each other. she sets you down three minutes later, much more satisfied with that kiss than the one before it, and then walks backwards all the way to her car, grinning and giggling at your flustered face the whole way.

#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika x reader #sevika arcane #sevika x you #soft sevika

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redheadspark · 1 year ago

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Summary - a few of Alec Rhysand's firsts. Part of the Ocean Eyes Series

Warnings - just fluff :)

Crawling

Alec was always a babe of observation, ever since he came into the world screaming and making his presence known in Velaris. He loved knowing what was happening around him, his bright blue eyes always moving and gazing around. You knew he inherited it from his father: always watching with silence. It made you laugh to see almost the same look on your son’s face as his father’s own face when they were side by side, even giggling at one point as Azirel was holding Alec and they were watching Cassian and Rhysand banter with one another during one of your Inner Circle dinners that was held once a month. You were hiding your laugh behind your smile, not wishing to ruin the moment of your mate and son showing the same judgemental face towards Cassian as he was trying to make the table laugh with an Illyrian camp story. The only other person who caught on was Feyre, who was hiding her smile behind her wine glass.

You were not even surprised when it came to Alec wishing to crawl. When he wasn’t being held by Azriel or when he wasn’t on your hip, he was sitting upright and looking at everything around him in earnest. Although you were never too far away from him while he was perched on a quilt that was a gift from Elaine, he was always observing everything. Perhaps you could tell he wanted to be able to move around and be closer to you and Azriel, or he simply never wanted to miss out on what was happening with his family during gatherings, Alec was ready to move.

It finally happened one afternoon, you were gathering some lavender from the garden outside your house since it was now overgrowing. Azriel was inside the house, going over last-minute spy information he got from Dawn Court. He wanted to make the proper paperwork before giving it to Rhysand and Feyre, then making sure to devote the rest of his time to both yourself and Alec.

You were humming, enjoying the small amount of sun you’d had for the first time in a week since it was still technically the rainy season in Night Court. Clipping a few tall strands of lavender that were full and ready for use, you paused to look over at Alec who was only a foot or two way on his quilt, seeing him play with the wooden blocks that were his favorite toys. You admired him, seeing how he was growing day by day before you could simply stop time itself. One minute he was an infant swaddled in your arms, and now he was on his way to the toddler years. Time was now a thief to you, a thief that you hated but at the same time, you savored the small moments. Like now, playing with the wooden blocks in his chubby fingers and babbling to himself to keep himself occupied while his mother was not too far away.

“Honey, I’ll be ready to head out to the River House in about 10 minutes,” Azriel called out from inside the house, “Feyre wants to have you and Alec come along too. Apparently, Nyx wants to see his cousin,”

You had to laugh as you grabbed the clippers again and snipped a few more lavender strands to place in the basket. You of course weren’t paying attention to your son, though you knew that he was alright in his spot and with his favorite blocks. But you heard a new sound, apart from the soft breeze in the high trees behind your house and the bumble bee that was hovering near the lavender garden. It sounded like movement in the grass to which you paused to look.

Your eyes went wide at the sight: of Alec crawling over to you.

His eyes were on you, big and shining blue in the sun as his dark hair was pushed out of his sight, a gleeful grin on his face while his hands and knees were working overtime. It was almost like a dream seeing him crawl to you, determination on his face as his eyes were zoned in on you. A smile appeared on your face, an overwhelming sense of joy while you finally found your voice.

“Azriel!” You called, not wanting to sound concerned or panicked but wishing to get his attention. You knelt down, placing the clippers down as you held out your hands for Alec, hearing him giggle as he was still crawling over towards you. Although he wasn’t fast, you knew he was determined, and you were patient as you heard the back door open abruptly.

“What is it—“ Azriel fell silent after he saw Alec crawling toward you, a smile was now on his face too as Alec was so close to getting to you. The determination on Alec’s face, let alone a hint of stubbornness that he got from his father, made your heart beyond full as he finally made it into your arms. You Immediately engulfed him close, peppering his face with kisses as Alec squealed in delight. Azriel’s own arms were around you from behind, the three of you enjoying this small moment together as a family.

You hated time, but not in this moment with your son.

First Words

“Come on, Alec. I know you wanna say your first words, come on!” Azriel urged his son, who simply grinned with a hint of saliva on his chin. You had to laugh from your spot on the couch, thumbing through another page in the book you were currently reading thanks to Nesta. Azriel was on the floor, back against the couch near your leg as Alec was perched in his lap. With the rain coming through Velaris and making all of its residents stay inside, you and Azriel did not mind one bit. With a roaring fire in the fireplace and a roast already cooking in the oven, it was the perfect day to have family time together.

Azriel made it his mission to make Alec say his first words, which amused you since you weren’t too worried about it yourself. Alec would squeal, shriek, and babble to his heart’s desire when something amused or intrigued him. He was no quiet babe, nor was he screaming constantly either. But Alec made his voice heard constantly, a pleasant sound to your ears from morning to night. Azriel could tell it was on the tip of his tongue that his son wanted to say his first word, and he would try and coax it out of him whenever he could. Yet Alec was still shy and reserved, an evident trait he inherited, and you knew he would talk when he was ready.

“You can do it, buddy!” Azriel tried again, only seeing Alec smile at him with a gummy grin and giggle as his father rolled his eyes. You had to swat his shoulder with your book as he looked at you.

“He’ll speak when he’s ready,” you reminded your mate, though Alec was still staring at you lovingly with his bright eyes while your mate was glaring at you, “No need to pressure him, sweetheart,”

“He’s so close to talking though,” Azriel commented as you giggled, leaning down to kiss Azriel’s forehead lovingly as he shoved your leg with his shoulder, “He’s a smart boy and I know he wishes to talk,”

“And he will, when he’s ready too. I think he’s inherited his stubbornness from you,” you joked with him as you got up from the couch. Azriel rolled his eyes at you as you leaned down to kiss Alec on the head. As you were moving away from the pair of them to head to the kitchen, a clap of thunder was heard near the mountain range. The rain got louder, but it would never mask the soft sound heard from Azriel’s lap.

“Momma!”

You froze in your spot, hearing that singular word sound so light like a cloud, and cheerful, almost like bells. Was it a trick that was playing in your mind? Were you hallucinating? You had to turn around to the source of the voice, seeing Azriel too was frozen as Alec was still in his lap, but his gorgeous eyes were on you and you only. He grinned, the spitting image of his father from the hair to his nose and cheeks, his hands were clasped together.

Alec said his first word. He called out to you.

“Did he….” You trailed off as Azriel was now smiling from ear to ear, laughing as Alec was reaching for you with his little fingers. Your mind was reeling and your heart was about to burst out of your chest from the simple sound of your son calling your name, saying your name so easily as if it was natural to him.

“That’s my boy,” Azriel breathed, trying to hold back his own tears as you finally rushed over to fall to your knees in front of your son. He giggled as you held your hands to your son, almost like an offering of sorts as you found your voice.

“Say it again, baby. Say it again, for me!” You urged him as Alec simply grinned.

“Momma! Momma Momma!” He repeated it, you finally laughed with small tears in your eyes as you scooped up your son in your arms, swinging him around in your arms as he laughed and clung to you. Your world seemed brighter and fuller, all simply from hearing your son call you “Momma”.

Even before this moment, you knew you were his Momma, it was one of the best titles you would ever have and hold close to your heart. But to hear him call you that, with his own unique voice that you would never forget for as long as you lived, it was another wave of love that seemed to overflow within you.

Once you finally stopped twirling your son, you saw the wave of happiness on his own face as you were kissing his cheeks and snuggling him close. A new milestone was made, tucked away in your little home on a rainy day, with the two most important beings in your life, and you couldn’t be happier. Nothing else could replace this feeling, this new core memory.

This small bubble of happiness was suddenly destroyed by another clap of thunder that was closer now, making Alec lose his smile and shake in fear. He hid in your neck, whimpering from the sudden sound as you held him close and rocked him. He was no fan of thunder or loud noises, rightfully so, and to feel him press against you so close to feel safe made your heart break.

“It’s okay, baby,” You cooed as he clung to your shirt and whimpered against your skin. You rubbed his back with your knuckles, kissing his hair over and over while you were swaying in your spot and grinning against his hair, “It’s just noise, little one. Nothing will hurt you, I promise. Momma’s got you, I always got you,”

Azriel got up from his spot on the ground, holding both you and Alec close as you were still consoling your son in your arms. You felt so much pride in your son, though he was still so new to the world and has yet to make his mark. Not to you, he made a place in your heart with no sign of being moved out. Not just from holding your son, but being held by your mate who was just as moved in the small moment in our little home.

You heard Alec once more, whimpering, “Momma,” against your neck as you sighed and grinned at the same time. Looking away from Alec, your gaze went to Azriel who was smiling at you with tears in his eyes. You both shared this small moment as Alec was feeling safe in your hold, Azriel kissing your cheeks with affection while his arms around you felt secure and intimate at the same time.

You were Alec’s Momma, and you will always be his Momma until your last dying breath.

First Steps

“Any word from Spring Court?” Cassian asked as Azriel watched Rhysand roll his eyes and huff with a hint of annoyance.

“You mean from Tamlin?” Rhysand countered back, to which Azriel and Cassian chuckled from their spots around the study at River House. It was a warm summer day, Rhysand wishing to discuss some formalities with both Cassian and Azriel while their mates were catching up with one another out in the back garden. All six of you were a tight-knit unit at this point, loving to enjoy each other’s company as much as you could when you had the time. That also included Alec and Nyx, who formed a tight bond as cousins and loved having playdates together.

So as you, Nesta, and Feyre were chatting outside in the garden and discussing future birthday plans for Nyx, the males were going over their own mundane topics while watching Nyx and Alec. Both of them were playing in the study on a large rug, Alec watching his cousin walking back and forth with toys to share with him as Alec crawled after him in earnest.

“He’s gotten smart with my advice and has stayed quiet. As for Eris in Autumn Court, that joke of a Prince doesn’t know when to stay quiet and save his own face and reputation. At least his father is gaining his reputation back amongst the other High Lords,” Rhysand explained.

Azriel’s shadows flickered at the mention of Eris, Rhysand seeing the reaction and giving Azriel a knowing look as Azriel’s hazel eyes drifted out to the window, “The man is all talk and no bite, Azriel.”

“Not to me when he mentioned my mate and son,” Azriel replied in a cool tone, Cassian clasping his shoulder as Azriel kept his stare on the flowing river just outside the window. He could still remember that meeting, hearing the sarcastic and sadistic tone in that fae’s voice. He felt his whole demeanor shake and almost crumble into a thousand pieces once Eris mentioned his family, making it seem like it was some game to him. Azriel never saw it as a game, not when the life of his family was now exposed and out in the world.

“Azriel,” Rhysand said his name, making the Shawdowsinger shift his eyes back to the High Lord, “Eris has enough common sense to understand the danger he is putting himself in when he said that. He would have to not only go against the High Lord of Night Court but the only Shadowsinger in all of Pythian. Eris is a fool, nothing more than that,”

Azriel looked from him over to Nyx and Alec, who were chattering with each other and mostly making noises at each other with big smiles and laughter. Ever since Eris mentioned his family, Azriel thought about the safety of his home and what he could do to make it better. Night Court was already tightly secured and hadn’t had a breach of security for some time, not since before the war against Hybern. The other Courts never dared to try anything against their home, and no humans even came close either.

But still, the lingering thought of his family, his whole world, being taken from him or losing their lives because of him. He made sure there was heightened security around their little home, always knew where you and Alec were at all times thanks to your connection through the bond and made his spy missions and jobs short to stay close by. You knew that he was simply keeping his family close and safe, you weren’t going to argue with him when it came to that. But you also knew that he would be consumed by the paranoia if it got too far. Luckily you confided in your cousin, who made sure Azriel stayed sane.

“Our sons are well protected,” Rhysand reassured Azriel as Alec was giggling at Nyx, “Their fathers and mothers are too powerful to let any harm come to them,”

“Along with their Aunt and Uncle,” Cassian hummed in agreement, Azriel looked at him and saw Cassian give him a short nod, “I’ll handle Eris on my own if he tries anything against our family,”

“Let’s leave him be for now, we have other things to talk about anyways,” Rhysand calmly steered the conversation out of bleakness and weary to a higher topic, “Your mate, my cousin, is due for a birthday pretty soon if I remembered correctly. Around the same time as Summer Solstice, do you have any ideas?”

“A trip to the mountains,” Azriel explained, rolling his shoulders and letting the bitterness of Eris be released from his tension as he smiled at the mention of his mate, “I can tell taking her to the mountains brings her peace and quiet. Thanks for letting us use your cabin, by the way,”

“Anytime you want to use it, you don’t have to ask,” Rhysand said with a softer smile, “And I think my cousin will like a birthday getaway.”

“Why don’t you let Nesta and I use your cabin again?” Cassian asked, almost in amusement but in curiosity as Rhysand threw a playful glare at the Commander.

“Because the last time I did that, I had to replace the furniture in the master bedroom, along with the tub that happened to be my favorite,” he cooly replied, though he chuckled as Cassian scoffed. Azriel still saw an underlying smirk on Cassian's face when Rhysand looked away.

“I'm also told to give you a subtle hint to not take your mate to the mountains until after her birthday,” Rhysand explained to Azriel as he gestured his head over to the door leading out of the room, “Apparently, Feyre and the girls are planning a surprise party for her at Rita’s, reserving the entire restaurant for the Inner Circle just for the occasion and for several hours that night,”

“That’s mighty nice of them, I’ll be sure to remember that,” Azriel commented, then walking over to see Alec standing on his feet and holding himself up against the windowsill. The sun shone through to lighten his face and his eyes, almost giving them the same shade of sapphires while he saw Azriel approach him.

“Dada! Dada!” He called out, reaching out with one hand in his father’s direction as Azriel grinned. Azriel loved hearing his son call out to him, babbling to him about his day when he would come home, or laughing when Azriel would tickle his sides or blow raspberries on his stomach. He was barely talking, saying a few words here and there but he mostly called for his mother and father.

Azriel could tell in the way his son would hold himself up that he was ready to walk, finding his balance quickly and getting strong In his stance. Just like when Alec was learning to talk, you reminded Azriel to let your son take his time, even when Azriel was once again impatient and wished for his son to take the plunge and walk already. He was already a speed crawler, amazing Azriel in how fast he would crawl all around the house, and Azriel would try and catch up with him every once in a while.

If he was fast crawling, Azriel knew Alec was going to be a runner.

“Here, Uncle Az! He likes this toy!” Nyx said to Azriel, walking over to hand him one of the stuffed toys. Alec watched his three year old cousin give a toy to his father, his eyes wide as Azriel smiled at Nyxx.

“Thank you buddy,” Azriel said to Nyx, then he heard the small paddling of feet on the hardwood floor. He looked, his eyes going wide and his mouth open in shock as Alec was walking, carefully and on wobbly feet, over to him. His hands out to balance, yet his eyes were on Azriel as Rhysand and Cassian were watching as well. No one wanted to move or break the tension that was there, but Alec was determined to get to his father, or perhaps to the toy in his hands as Azriel was watching in stunned silence.

“Look at that…” Cassian said in a hum and a soft smile as Alec was now in front of his father, falling into his hold to grab the toy in his fingers. Azriel hugged him tight, his stomach dropping at the sight of his son walking on his own. More importantly, his son walking to him. It felt like an out-of-body experience, Azriel scooping Alec to stand up and hug him close in his arms while Nyx clapped.

“He walked, see daddy?! Alec can walk now!” Nyx asked Rhysand as Rhysand walked over to clasp Azriel on the shoulder.

“It goes by fast, Az. Before you know it, he’ll be flying with you in the sky,” Rhsyand informed him. Azriel smiled, not realizing that he was on the verge of crying from seeing his son take his first steps. No longer was he thinking about Eris, or of the potential target on the back of his family. None of that was an issue at the moment, he only focused on the boy who was shoving the toy in his face and giggling at him. This little being that had him wrapped around his lethal finger, that made him believe in an organic love just like his mother did, he was Azriel’s universe now.

Azriel will protect his universe with everything in him.

The End

Tagged - @valeridarkness @impossibelle @acourtofbatboydreams

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wandamaximoffsbadgirl · 12 days ago

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Who’s afraid of Little Old Me and Beautiful Stranger!! I want to know everything :DD

-👻

Okay so Who's Afraid of Little Old Me? Is 100% based on the song by Taylor Swift. I hadn't originally put much thought into it other than I thought it felt very Human Hybrid coded.

Though to now go in depth with it…

-Wanda is actually a CEO and Natasha is a personal trainer for high end clients such as celebrities.

-Bumble has had six owners before Wanda and Natasha. Each one seemingly worse than the last.

-Bumble has had other names, but she doesn't remember them due to trauma and blocking it from her memories.

-For as much as Bumble will bite or growl when scared or feeling cornered she is a flight over fight response.

-Bunny hybrids tend to be the smallest hybrids. Usually females range from 4’8-5’0 while males are 5’0-5’5.

-Fennec fox hybrids tend to be about the same size as bunnies.

-Red fox hybrids(the most common fox hybrid) tend to have females ranging from 5’2-5’7 and males from 5’5-5’9.

-Cat hybrids tend to be in the range of females being 4'9-5’1 and males being 5’1-5’6

-Dog hybrids have the biggest range where both females and males can range from 4'8-5'10 depending on their breed

-Hybrids have ears and tails associated with their breed.

-Hybrids have hair colors of their breed. Examples: Bumble is a German shepherd hybrid, her hair, ears, and tail are gray and brown from being an Isabella German Shepherd. Scratchy is a Holland Lop with gray hair, ears, and a white tail.

-All hybrids walk on all fours.

-Bunnies can walk on two and hop around.

-Fennec foxes and greyhounds are the fastest breeds and need lots of space to run off-leash.

-hybrids also have similar teeth to their breeds. Bunnies have bigger front teeth, dogs, cats, and foxes have bigger canines.

-hybrids also tend to keep similar diets to their full animal counterparts. Cats need to have fish, dogs need meat, bunnies need more veggies, foxes need more fruits.

-There are more “exotic” hybrids

- “exotic” breeds can range from farm animals to wild animals like lions and bears.

Beautiful Stranger

-Wanda and Vision had been together for ten years. They were high school sweethearts that turned sour.

-It was briefly mentioned in chapter 1 that reader had gone back and forth between majors before taking a few years off.

-Reader was dealing with personal matters (mental health related) between trying to have a job and being a full time student took its toll on her and she ended up dropping psychology as her major and went general studies for a semester. After that she debated on history before realizing that also wasn't for her. That's when the gap year that turned into three happened.

-Though reader seems very nonchalant about Wanda being pregnant in chapter 2 she certainly had an internal freak out about it and gay panicked before getting the words out.

-Reader had dated Rio (who introduced this universe is only a few years older) but things didn't work out when both girls realized they loved older women.

-Yelena and reader grew up together in Ohio! They were best friends and always hung out until Yelena had to move away for her parents' work.

-They stayed in contact and when they got into the same college it was an immediate yes and an application for a room together!

-Wanda actually thought reader was beautiful the first time she saw her. When she saw reader laying in the grass, skin glistening with sweat she just had to go say hi.

-In chapter 1 Wanda comes to reader asking to babysit because her sitter canceled, but that wasn't true she had never called a sitter.

-Also Wanda didn't have to be out as late as she was. She wanted reader to sleep over that night.

-Also a final note I know when this is going to end. I've had that in mind since I started this so there should be 2-3 chapters left~

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lcnleyisthemuse · 3 months ago

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collabs | only fans creator!jake webber

Pairing: onlyfans creator!jake webber x onlyfans creator!reader

Warnings: sexual content (barely), talk of kinks, dom/sub dynamics, sub space, teasing, Jake has a big ego, he can be an idiot, you get cock blocked by Jake, oops

Word count: 2k+

Collab | Jake Webber

You always got nervous before collabs, I mean who wouldn't? You were talking to a random person on the internet, inviting them over to make sexual content. That's extremely nerve wracking. But now, you were more nervous than usual. You had talked to this guy for a while, planning and talking thoroughly through what the video would be and how it would go. You had face time calls and texts that spanned over months. It felt oddly intimate now and it made you nervous and scared. What if he thought you were different in person? What if he didn't think you were the same person he talked to? You just were scared he would think you were different than the person he talked to online.

But despite that, you booked the hotel room and agreed to meet up with him in the hotel bar. No drinks would be shared, you only filmed sober and both people had to be sober or else you wouldn't film. You told him that and he was happy to oblige. So now, you sat in the hotel bar, a Coke in your glass and hands in your lap as you picked at your nails. You checked your phone, it was almost 8:30 when you two planned to meet up. You got there early, like always. You didn't even notice him walk in till he sat his phone down next to yours along with his shades. "Hey," he said, voice calm and cool. He seemed so put together over the phone, very professional about his work which you liked. "Oh, hi," you said, looking up at him and smiling. He was taller than you expected, he told you he was tall but now, seeing him and person, he was extremely tall. He sat down next to you. "Oh, shit. I guess I should like shake your hand or something?" He chuckled, holding out his hand. You giggled softly at his awkwardness. you shook his hand, "Nice to meet you, in person." You said, still smiling.

"You know, you're shorter than I thought," he said, honestly. You didn't know if you should take offense to that or not. "I don't mean that in a bad way, shit, okay I'm bad at talking. I know over the phone and like through texts I can seem like cool and professional but in person, I'm kinda an idiot." He chuckled. You giggled softly, "It's okay, I get it." You responded, now you sorta understood why he didn't do many collabs. He was a beautiful bumbling idiot. "So, I don't do many collabs, I'm really awkward but apparently great at sex." He said making you giggle. He talked loudly, earning stares from other people in the bar. He obviously didn't care what people thought about and you liked that. "Well that's good to know. I can't wait to experience it." You said, taking a sip of your drink. "It's quite the experience if I do say so myself, I mean if I was a girl I'd want to experience it," he said, almost making you roll your eyes before he spoke again, "not in- that sounded like I have a huge ego, I don't have a huge ego. I'm just saying like- wow- I'm going to stop talking now." He said, nervously giggling and looking down.

"Listen, if you don't want to do this tonight.. we don't have to. We could just talk and hang out. Get to know each other more before you know, we do the do." You explained. "That would probably help.. I'm really sorry." He sighed. "Don't be, I was really nervous too.. and like I usually get nervous but never this nervous." You admitted. "Thank god, I thought I was the only one who was shitting bricks," he laughed, making you giggle and shake your head. "I swore I was going to have a heart attack before I got here. You seemed so put together and professional, I'm kinda glad you're not like that. Like I get our job, it's to make porn and it's meant to be professional and stuff but when it's too professional it feels- it just feels mechanical, you know? I don't know." You shrugged. "No, I totally get that. Like yeah it's fake but it feels more fake. Like if I'm with a girl and making a video I want to make her actually cum, not have her fake the orgasm. It's just boring." He said and you nodded in return.

"I think we might wanna go to the room so people stop staring," you giggled, pushing your drink away. "Probably a good idea." He chuckled. You paid for your drink before leading him up to your room. It was a nice room, not a presidential suite but still a good sized room. You hadn't set up your cameras or anything yet, Jake had offered to help with that when you two were texting.

"So what's the plan? We order some room service? Watch a stupid movie?" Jake asked as he sat down on the couch making himself comfortable. "Well I think the restaurant closes at 9, so maybe no food. But, we can raid the snack bar." You said, walking to the kitchenette, "Pretzels or nuts?" You asked. "Neither, you don't have any chips?" Jake asked as he stood up, walking over to the kitchenette where you stood. He stood close to you, obviously not worried about personal space. "Damn, they have shit snacks." He said. "Well I'm sorry I didn't get us the presidential suite," you said, putting your hands up in defense as you giggled. "Lame," he chuckled, grabbing the pretzels. "Hey! What if I wanted those?" You asked. "You offered them to me!" He chuckled. "Yeah but you said you didn't want them, so give them over," you said, reaching for them, but before you could grab them he held them up above his head making you groan. "Oh, you're a dick." You giggled, jumping to try and reach them but you couldn't.

"Maybe we could make a deal," he said, smiling. "And what deal could that possibly be?" You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. "20 questions, but the sexy version." He said, looking down at you. You rolled your eyes, giggling again. "Fine, whatever, give me the pretzels." You said, holding out your hand. "Deal," he said, giving you the pretzels and skipping back over to the couch making you laugh. You followed him, sitting down next to him as you opened the bag. "So, what got you into this line of work?" He asked, kicking his shoes off. "That's your version of a sexy question?" You asked, eating a pretzel. "Answer or I take the snack away," he teased. "Fine, I was bored and I needed money. What about you?" You asked. "My ex girlfriend suggested it, said I could make bank." He shrugged.

"What's your favorite kink?" He asked, looking over at you. You pursed your lips as you thought. "There's a lot, I haven't tried them all, obviously but probably edging." You said, eating another pretzel. "I could've guessed that, it's in a lot of your videos." He chuckled. "Oh, so you've watched my videos?" You asked. "Obviously, I had to know who I was working with. Did you watch mine?" He asked. "A few," you shrugged.

"My turn! What's your favorite kink?" You asked, setting down the bag and kicking off your shoes to get more comfortable. "Size difference," he said causally. "Wow, I never would have guessed," you said sarcastically. "Oh shut up, Ms. Likes to torture herself by edging." He chuckled. "Wow, you're great at making up names, Mr. Size king." You giggled, putting your feet in his lap to get more comfortable and he didn't seem to mind. "Guess it's my turn, hmmmm," he tapped his chin as if he was thinking. "Your biggest fantasy?" He asked. "That's a tough one, I mean I have tons but they change from time to time. Most recently, a ghost face fantasy. The chasing around, being caught, you know the usual. I'll even take just being fucked while my partner wears a ghost face mask." You explained. "Damn, I would've brought my ghost face mask if I knew." He chuckled. "Darn, what a missed opportunity," you giggled.

He placed his hands on your legs, making shivers go down your spine. God, his hands were so attractive, even despite the cigarette fingers he had. "It's your turn," he said, making you look up from where his hands were back up to his eyes. "Let me think," you said. "Oh? Have I made it a little hard for you to think?" He asked, his hands rubbing up your shin to your knee. "Oh shut up," you giggled nervously. "No, I'm just not great at coming up with questions." You said. "Well then I get to ask another one, do you find me attractive?" He asked. "Oh, come on. Now you're just stroking your ego," you said, rolling your eyes. "So you do find me attractive," he said, his hand moving from your knee up to your thigh making you bite your lip. "I never said that," you mumbled. "You didn't have to," he smirked, bringing his hands back down to your shin.

He was incredibly smooth, despite being an idiot earlier, he was now being so smooth it was crazy. "Next question," Jake said, bring your attention back to him, "What's your favorite position?" He asked. "Uh.. whatever puts me on the bottom," you said. "Oh, so you're a pillow princess who doesn't like putting in work, guess that sucks for you, my favorite position is cowgirl." He said, chuckling. "Well, you will never get me on top, so good luck with that," you said, crossing your arms over your chest. "Oh, don't be a brat, it's not that bad, you're telling me you don't wanna ride my cock?" He fake pouted. Your cheeks heated up for the first time in ages, none of your other collab members made you blush like he did. "Nope, I don't." You said, matter of factly. "I can make you want to, I love a challenge." He smirked, moving from his position on the couch.

He got between your legs, climbing up your body till you were face to face. Your breath caught in your throat, you looked in his eyes, making your face red. "What? Why so quiet?" He asked, bringing his hand up to stroke your cheek. "Where's that attitude? You really don't put up a fight, do you?" He asked. You shook your head slightly, falling directly into your submissive role. Usually you could keep your wits about you, keep yourself from falling too far into sub space but something about him made it so easy, and made you fall so hard.

"So pretty," he mumbled, leaning in and kissing your cheek, then your jaw, then across to the other cheek. "Talk to me, I wanna know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours," he said softly. "Not- not a lot," you muttered, making him chuckle. "Awe, such a pretty girl, so pliant, huh?" He asked, kissing your nose before you nodded softly. "We should stop though," he said softly, making you pout. "It's nothing you did, I promise," he said softly, stroking your cheek. "Here, come on," he sat up, grabbing your hands, pulling you to sit up with him. He gently grabbed your face, "Look at me, I know you're somewhere in there." He said, gently tapping your cheek.

It was like he put you in some kind of trance and now he was trying to pull you out of it. "I'm sorry," you mumbled. "Why? You didn't do anything wrong. I pushed it too far." He said. You shook your head, "no, no. I shouldn't have- I just- I lost myself." You sighed, pulling away from him. You rubbed your face, feeling like an idiot. "Look at me," he said, and you did. "You fell into your submissive role because of what I did. I'm sorry. I just don't think- we don't know each other well enough." He sighed. "I know, I know. I'm sorry, maybe we shouldn't do this." You said, standing up. "Why?" He asked, seeming confused, "because I don't know if I can have sex with you without falling into that role. I'm sorry." You sighed. He seemed a bit shocked but he understood. "No, I get it. It's okay, maybe once we get to know each other better." He said and you nodded.

What you didn't want to tell him is that you wanted to be with him, but you didn't want to film it anymore. You hadn't felt that connection with someone in years, that connection where you trusted someone enough to fall that far. You barely knew him but you trusted him. Maybe it was the months of talking, maybe it was how he could be such an idiot, maybe it was because he stopped it when he did. You didn't know. But you wanted to see him again, and again, and again. You wanted to have sex with him, but not film it. You wanted to do things with him but you wanted it to just be you two. You felt like you were fucked.

#jake webber smut #jake webber x y/n #jake webber x you #jake webber x reader #jake webber fanfic #jake webber imagine

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whore4billie · 1 year ago

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GO AWAY - M.S

Summary- Y/N and Matt have been fwb for around 3 months now. Except the friends part isnt really there. Its more of just fuck buddies honestly. He was fucking multiple girls and there was no feelings involved with anyone..... but y/n had stupidly caught feelings for Matt. She knows she should hate him she knows she should get rid of him, block him on everything and move away from Boston so he cant find her, but she can't. She keeps going back.

Warning(s)- swearing, breaking down, mentions of sex, nothing else I dont think.

Not proofread as usual LMFAO

its around 10pm and all i could think about is Matt. I cant get him out of my stupid head. This isnt what friends with benefits entails. And i know he doesnt feel the same. Its been about 2 hours since i texted him and he saw it almost an hour ago. I text him again.

to: Matty❤🖕

Busy wit your side hoes? Tell Khloe or Missy or Julia or Tiff or whoever your balls deep inside I said hi dickhead 🙄🖕

From: Matty❤🖕

You need to chill out, you act like we are actually together or something but the main thing is were not together. We never will be. We're friends with benefits were fuck buddies whatever you wanna call it but we. Are. Not. Together. Got it? So why the fuck do you care if i sleep with someone else so much?

Fucking ouch. I felt a sting in my chest there was no need to be so harsh. I hold back my tears as i type my reply.

To: Matty ❤🖕

I dont care but i just dont want your other hoes STDS thank you very much

No Matt im lying I do care because im in love with you. I care about you sleeping with other people because I want you for myself. And it hurts so fucking bad seeing you flirting with other girls and hearing about the other girls youve slept with. But i cant tell you that.

I check to see if he's replied. Read- 2 minutes. Why am i suprised. I need to get him out my life. He's messing with me he knows exactly what hes doing. I go to his contact and press block. Done. So why am i still thinking about him. Maybe if i put music on it'll distract me. I press shuffle on my playlist and go away by Tate Mcrae came on. Oh for fucks sake.

"Everytime you look at me it's never enough for you it cant be fair to me cuz boy you know im so damn in love with you"

The universe is against me.

"Oh I've been stuck seeing your face in everyone shouldn't have played in your game of fun now i dont think im okay you never go away"

"Oh enjoy the show you seem to love when im alone you like to care until you don't now i dont think im okay you never go away"

Really? I cant escape Matt. Everything reminds me of him. Ok maybe I just need sleep.

-Matts pov-

Matts going out tonight with a girl from bumble. He found her on there and shes the only one hes actually liked on there. He texts Y/N

To: y/n

Youre a freak. You act like we are actually together we're just fwb remember. Get that into your thick ass skull im not interested

[Text isnt available to send click here to try again]

To: y/n

You blocked me? The fuck?

She blocked me? The fuck? What the fuck is her issue. Fuck this I'm cancelling that date and im going to Y/ns.

It's about 3am when i get to Y/n's house and I text her to open the door.

[Text isnt available to send click here to try again]

Oh for fuck sake im still blocked. I start knocking on her front door and notice her bedroom window is open. "I know youre home open this damn door" i shout up to her. She's being so childish why is she even mad?

-Y/n's pov-

I wake up to banging at my front door and check the time: 3:26am. Who would be here at 3am for fuck sake. I look out my bedroom window and see Matt banging on my front door. "Matt fuck off its 3am I dont wanna speak to you" i shout from my bedroom window. "Why are you being like this? Open the damn door and talk to me like an adult I didnt do anything wrong here you're getting unnecessarily mad about this" Matt yells back. The nerve of this bitch. "I'm not unnecessarily mad Matt I have every right to be mad. Your fucking with my head and you know damn well what your doing Matthew so don't act like you dont" I shout in a whisper, my voice breaking. "Why because you're stupid ass caught feelings? Why the hell is it my fault you cant keep your emotions in check? Thats not my problem." Matt yells. Well ouch. What the fuck is wrong with him? Who does he think he is? "Matt im not doing this with you" i shut my bedroom window and slide to the ground in sobs. What. the. fuck.

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So this is pt1 lmk what you think gimme brutally honest opinions on this idc if theyre rude be brutaly honest

@recklesssturniolo @caroline12b @chrisfavoritepepsi @mattscokewhore @sturnioloshacker @freshloveforthefit @carolsturns1 @carolinalikesthings @mangoposts @sturniozo @luvmxtt @mattestrella @lacysturniolo

#Spotify #georgies fics #matt x reader angst #matt x you #matt sturniolo #matt x reader #matthew sturniolo

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jellybeanium124 · 3 months ago

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pathetic vent post lol

so the thursday before last, one of my coworkers told me she's quitting bc she got a job in the field she wants to have a career in. I was happy for her and told her so, but I also felt kind of sad, because she's a woman close in age to me and I've been thinking we could be friends if I wasn't technically her boss for a little while now. so finally near the end of our shifts (we were closing) I buck up and ask if her she'd want to exchange contact info and stay in touch and hang out after she left.

and y'all she looked so happy and excited to be asked that. absolutely 0 hints that her delighted response wasn't genuine. so she puts her number in my phone, and even takes a silly picture for the contact pic, and I send a test text and she responds to confirm it's her correct number.

on monday I text her about hanging out later in the week, with ideas. on tuesday I text her again, with new ideas if she didn't like my first ones. I didn't mean to double text two days in a row.

nothing.

I wait till yesterday and send her one last text, explaining that I really do wanna be friends, I am more chill outside of work and she's only seen Work Nina if that's what she's worried about, but that I don't wanna bother her.

it's been over 24 hours now, and nothing. part of me wonders if she changed her mind and blocked my number.

it's just really disheartening because I've had another person string me along and then not respond/continually cancel on me pretty recently. after my college friend group broke up thanks to the serial sexual predator (which is a whole nother story, dw he didn't do anything to me, in fact he refused to talk to me the first time we met when I introduced myself and tried to make polite small talk, and I realized several months later that he didn't engage with me at all because he didn't wanna fuck me 🙃) things have been kind of dire in the irl friends department and it's sad and pathetic and I thought finally here was a girl I really connected with, and she liked gossiping with me at work, and she seemed really really excited at the possibility of being real friends with me, and then nope... not a single response to any of my texts. zip nada zilch.

it's just hard... I was basically socially rejected by everyone in my film program at my uni, then I finally started to make friends at the jewish club and a serial predator with an apartment full of guns who sells stolen lego sets on ebay and does cocaine ruins that, and then I'm at work and now that I'm a manager I'm the boss of most people there and I wouldn't be close friends with most of them anyways and the one girl who I think I could be really close friends with fucking ghosts me after I was brave enough to ask if she'd wanna be friends. it's been like five straight years of rejection for me. I always had friends in k-12, I wasn't a "popular kid" but I was well liked among the venn diagram of gays, nerds, theater kids, and band kids and I had a lot of friends in high school. I don't fucking know what happened. and now I'm on meds that are finally giving me energy and happy chemicals so I wanna go out, I wanna do stuff, I wanna walk around, and I don't wanna be an apartment slug anymore but I don't have anyone to do anything with and there's only so much fun you can have by yourself. and I'm still too shy to go to a bar alone because I know I'll stand in the corner paralyzed by social anxiety. I'm trying bumble bff rn but I'm so shit at responding to people and I kinda hate myself for it and I'm trying to do better but I keep not responding to people for too long and yeah maybe my ex-coworker is stuck in that cycle too idk.

oh yeah and the whole past year of antisemitism makes everything worse because I'm deeply realistically afraid that any goyim I meet are going to be hateful hamasniks <3 so that's a fun lil bonus.

jesus man... idfk. it's just shitty. it's just fucking shitty.

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tonycries · 10 days ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/tonycries/771990951490142208/father-after-so-many-years-of-loneliness-your?source=share

hehehe thank you father

there's no tutorial, its just fate and luck and all that weird stuff (it can get vvvv frustrating tho)

so we met for the first time in july 2024 through a discord server made for discussions regarding the entrance exam i gave. he's from the same state as i am, and he reads smut and bls and basically we share some brainrot to some extent. we even exchanged insta but stopped talking coz we both got kinda busy.

so i joined uni on sep, and yk everyone was a couple and the loneliness in my soul was kinda highlighted, so i started looking for people on Bumble. I'm a very indecisive person so like i kinda deleted it a couple times but then i found a guy who was from the same native village as i am.

so we talked rly well the first time, the chat was rly good, it was like 2 when i finally slept that night lmao. but then on the second chat itself, things came down to sex. it wasn't that big of a problem for me tbh, but it just so happened that we only talked abt sex everytime we chatted. and like even if i tried to initiate a normal convo he would somehow brng it to sex. ooh and, there was this one time when we were in the same mall (he'd just arrived and I was gonna leave) but he just told me to go home safely. i was soooooo disappointed that day fr

so then i finally asked him what he wanted from this, and he said that he needed to consult his friends 🙄😕 and we started chatting a lot less. my roommate almost beat me up coz I hadn't still blocked him lmao

thenn, the discord guy messaged me on insta, and, yk after some small talk i told him that all this had happened w the guy i was talking to, and even he couldn't defend him 😭😭

then he basically told me how he'd not let me go home early if we were in the same place and stuff and like it got pretty romantic and i was legit like "should i just date you" and he was like "yeah" and all that stuff, and like 🫠🫠🫠🫠

basically he'd kinda started liking me since the discord days and was waiting for me all that time😭😭😭😭 we've only been talking for a while, but he's so fkin sweet.

(also he's hot. he read my smut fic and he got into a kind of nasty mood, and legit went book bf and we were like slightly arguing abt smn and he legit went "who do you belong to?" and made me repeat the "you" like thrice just coz he'd read my fic amd was kind of just in the mood sndehhejwjkwkwkwk)

anyways so that's the tea (this is such a long ask, but daughters should tell their father everything, right?)

regards,

- scribbler nonnie

TEA HAS BEEN SERVEDDDDD 😩🙏🏽 He reads your fics AND has nerdy interests? Oh my gosh scribbler anon, I wish the both of you a loooong and happy relationship okay <33

DADDY TONY APPROVES 😈😈 (now daddy Tony just needs to find a boyfie or girlfie of her own).

#scribbler anon #tonytalks

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frozenjokes · 11 months ago

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Mumbomaid (she is writing fanfic) <- could refer to me or mumbo equally

snippet wip below (mumbo uses they/them unless I forget then it’s he/they lmao. Grian is an ‘it’ like god intended)

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Mumbo had never seen a human before, but this one didn’t look particularly dangerous. Well. They’d keep an eye on it.

Mumbo hissed for good measure, then kept digging through the human’s tools. There was all sorts of great stuff in its dumb, impossible to open bag; shiny sharp things and funny lures (cute!) and what must have been human food (tasted weird, why did they wrap their food in shiny gross stuff?) and bottled water (weird) and there was this awesome floaty thing that Mumbo got a little distracted playing with and other boring stuff like nets and weights and stakes Mumbo had seen thousands of times. But that didn’t mean they weren’t going to take all of this stuff back home with them.

The human was vocally quite unhappy when Mumbo started to take its stuff into the water, scrambling closer to the shore line as Mumbo got farther away. It had been near silent up until this point, but now Mumbo was very aware that humans were some of the noisiest, most annoying animals on the planet. They didn’t pay it much mind, fighting to keep the bag under the water as it seemed determined to float no matter what they did, but the human never stopped yelling, wading in until the water was up to its chest. Mumbo was shocked, turning around and seeing that. Did it even realize how much danger it was in?

Mumbo just couldn’t help himself; letting the bag go meant some of the stuff inside would float out, but he could always just collect it later. He swiveled around and the human finally realized it was in danger, flailing uselessly as it bumbled through the water, but it didn’t get anywhere before Mumbo cut off its escape, his tail curling around its back to keep it from swimming further out.

They swiveled around, the human finally realizing it was in danger at the same moment, but there was nothing it could hope to do before Mumbo blocked its escape, splashing and panicking be damned.

It stilled as Mumbo’s tail touched its back, keeping it gently in place before it tried to swim further out. Its dark eyes were wide and afraid and its breathing was fast and uneven, though it never stopped babbling, only quieter now, as if trying to convince Mumbo it was a good human, that it would stop yelling and being noisy and dumb and would make a very bad meal. Reasonable, all things considered. Mumbo was very much thinking about eating it. It would probably be so loud though, all screaming and panicking and making them feel bad; there was a reason Mumbo didn’t eat much land prey.

They took a moment to look instead, to really take it in. The human was more haggard looking than Mumbo had imagined them to be, with scraggly hair on its head and face as well as its clothes being stained and battered. It also looked a lot less like them than they had expected given how much mers compared the species. Humans were so small and round! Its shoulders were wide and it was so fleshy and pink! Nothing like Mumbo’s own grayer, rougher skin at all. It didn’t even have fins? Land animals didn’t typically, but with all the comparisons being thrown around, Mumbo had expected something! They had similar arms maybe, but only in shape, and honestly, Mumbo’s digits were far longer. And the hair- it wasn’t stiff! It flopped right down when it was wet- what was even the point! With a couple of whistles and clicks, Mumbo attempted to tell the human it should consider having sharper, stiffer hair, because as things were, it clearly had zero natural defenses, but it didn’t seem to understand. Oh well. As much as Mumbo kind of wanted to taste it, they were pretty sure they’d already ruined its day enough. Might as well just let this one go. Maybe now it would know better than to wade into large bodies of water.

(It did not.)

#hermitcraft #grian #mumbo jumbo #hermitcraft fic #gtws eventually #he shows up later

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bereft-of-frogs · 7 months ago

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Ok yes, I did a rewatch of the back half last night while waiting for the neighboring nightclub to close (they were really loud last night for some reason, I think they might have partially been outside? it was a nice night. Idk but I wasn’t going to sleep until at least closing time, so I watched a star war. or. 3 star war.)

this got SO long (did you guys know there are character limits on text blocks? WHO KNEW) so I'm cutting it

it’s so funny how immune I am to shipping. Totally cold. The High Republic has got me a couple times: Xiri and Phan-Tu's arranged political marriage that turns to genuine love and shockingly Xylan/Cair. (Why does Xylan drive me so crazy and yet this ship gets me EVERY time it comes up. He's the WORST but I love him and his cute husband and their dog. Argh.) Elzar/Avar is like...background radiation, you can't not but it's not like...I'm that gripped by it if you know what I mean? But yeah, I'm sorry, I tried to watch this latest episode through a more romance focused lens and was just left with....no.

There's arguments about whether or not he was being manipulative or genuinely vulnerable, if you really want to read it as genuine that's cool for you, I'm a bit more on team manipulation, because I was really appreciating on the rewatch just how good he is at being the exact kind of person needed to 'collect people.' Kudos Manny Jacinto, his range and the number of characters he's playing in one is so good. With Mae, he's a kind of bumbling smuggler she can feel like she's bossing around and an ally against their distant master (like she was kind of bossy of Osha when they were kids, and in the way might have felt she and Osha were allied against their moms/the coven/the galaxy). With the Jedi he intends to kill, he relishes in being their boogeyman. (I think that's closest to his true face, tbh, because he doesn't need anything else from them but their deaths.) He pushes the exact right buttons with Sol to hit at his emotional weak points (the raw grief from Jecki's death, what he's been hiding about Brendok), and now with Osha he's giving her what she wanted. Someone on reddit actually really nailed exactly what he was going to offer her: belonging, transparency, a way to connect with powers she's always struggled with that neither the coven nor the Jedi seem to have been able to draw out.

(A Sol 'Night' aside before I get back to the latest episode: there really is a good chunk of time after Osha wakes up where we don't know where both he and Jecki are, and I'm more solid that ever in my headcanon that he was getting her out of the main fight, probably instructing her to apprehend Mae, which yeah is dangerous but not 'Sith' level dangerous, and sit tight or head back to the ship, especially because then the first thing he does when he's back in the fight is order Osha and Yord back to the ship. Checkmate, Qimir, you ass.)

Okay, so, I want to note the exchange where Osha lists off that he's killed Yord and Jecki and he deflects because ow. Two things: 1) he's not even objectively right in what he's saying, 2) huge red flag that he...really doesn't see them as people, and only focuses on what they can *do* for Osha.

1) His response to her bringing up Yord is something like 'yeah and he totally would have turned you in' which is outdated information, my guy. Yes, he did think Osha had killed Indara but...it wasn't an unreasonable conclusion to draw. Osha had motive (if she was bitter Indara advocated for her training to stop), means (training), and opportunity (she had a day off and apparently no alibi, it's a bit clunky writing because she says that to a coworker and not Yord but...we have to go with it), and a witness identified her. Literally, once they figure out she's innocent Yord immediately stands up for her (when he follows her in the Temple), and all of their other interactions have been like...sibling-bickering level disagreements, him saying some pretty insightful stuff about facing her past, and trying to protect her in the forest. Justice for Yord, he was totally reasonable in suspecting Osha and was loyal to the end.

As for Jecki....yeah there's NO way of knowing how that would have gone, Qimir, because you killed her! Literally who knows! This was a teenager with a crush on the cool older girl, it could have fizzled naturally, Jecki could have decided that being a Jedi was more important than her feelings for Osha (what Qimir suggests as an inevitability), or it's totally possible that it DOES grow into something deeper and Jecki decides to leave the Order and they go get married or whatever. We'll literally never know, because he murdered her.

2) Which leads to point two: He literally only points out what they can *do* for Osha which I think glosses over the point that...they were people. It doesn't matter what they could have done to or for Osha, he shouldn't have killed them because they were people. He was the clear aggressor in the attack, they were defending themselves. (And you KNOW he had a lot of fun doing it, him being like 'oh I had to' yeah right bro.) They deserved to live just because...they were people. That's it. The response to all of this is 'that doesn't matter...you still killed them.' And I think that encapsulates the exact difference between Sith and Jedi ideas of love. The Jedi ideal of love is allowing these people to exist and grow outside of your ideas of them and what they can 'do' for you. And the Sith love is about usefulness and possession, not loving them as full people who have deep internal lives and can make their own choices. Idk. I've already seen the inevitable 'he has a point though, the Jedi suck because they don't allow people to feel as deeply as Osha, wow', but...what the Sith offer is not real love. Real love would not dismiss these relationships and the weight of their deaths just because they didn't have 'use' to Osha...

Anyway, I don't know how articulate that was, but no, Qimir did not 'have a point' with that scene any more than he had a point about...pretty much anything else. Boooo

Sol and Mae's back and forth on the ship is so interesting, especially trying to pinpoint the moment Sol figures out it's Mae. I think it is when they are talking in the dark. Basically everything after a certain point in that conversation can be interpreted as him poking at her to see if she'll slip up, or could be interpreted as being also addressed to Mae.

I also saw people saying Sol seemed to be taking a dark turn, and I definitely think the episode was meant to get us to think that (get more into Mae's headspace), but at least with the scene where he takes a minute downstairs to lash out and regain composure is pretty classic emotional regulation, I don't see that as particularly out of line. That fight was a huge emotional blow, it makes sense that he needs to go have a moment to feel those big feelings and he does seem to come back more focused. Where he's starting to make mistakes, is letting his feelings of guilt about Mae and Brendok guide his actions. I think he wants the chance to explain himself to her without the Order getting involved but...it's also not a great move to ignore a command to stay put and then disappear.

Another Problem: Bazil is seeing a lot of this without context. My 'Sol gets framed and that's how the Sith goes unnoticed and that's the solve to the how to kill a Jedi without a weapon' going stronger than ever. I think Bazil is going to be a problem if he survives (and they can find someone else who can talk to him without Yord.)

Also speaking of perfectly reasonable accusations, people are being So Mean about Vernestra and her apprentice but...as much as it's going to be a huge tragedy if/when Sol gets framed, it IS a reasonable accusation. Sol is the only survivor of the massacre and has done a couple of pretty shady things. I agree that Vernestra doesn't seem to fully buy it (and may have additional information), but I think in that scene, she's trying to talk herself out of it and running up against the evidence. I kind of liked the Socratic teaching vibes of that scene. Like she could have just said it herself, she clearly knew, and people are interpreting THAT as manipulation (leading her apprentice into making the accusation so she doesn't have to), but...it seemed like a teaching thing.

I also 'get' all the accusations that Vernestra was Qimir's master (his Jedi master at least, there is NO way they'd make Vernestra Sith, and if they did they'd immediately lose a bunch of the book readers, given the state of the subreddit after the episode aired and the theories started rolling out. Including me, if they make Vernestra a Sith I would immediately stop watching.) but: 1) lol that's my girl, if she was, she was probably right to kick him out of the Order, 2) I hope they leave that for a potential second season. Headland said there's 4-5ish mysteries that remain to be potentially explored later, and it's definitely centered around Qimir, so I'm hoping they just don't address it and I can later choose how invested I get in a second season (too late for this one, I'm already invested).

I am still holding out hope that it's a red herring though. That seems like it would have been the perfect time to drop a heavy accusation to Osha and continue driving a wedge between her and the Jedi, but he really lets that hang. I'm holding out hope that in fact he was 'thrown away' by a Sith master. Like he washed out of the Sith like Osha washed out of the Jedi, which would be a nice parallel for them. Apparently we're still missing a cast member? Someone has been confirmed in the cast and hasn't shown up yet, I'm betting they're the real Sith and they're going to come in like, right at the end as a lead-in to a second season focused more on the Sith side.

these are partially just hopes and dreams so I can dodge them trying to do something #Bad with Vernestra, but I also just think there's too much to wrap up in one final episode (not counting the next since it's probably all flashback) to also get into a whole Qimir backstory. I don't think people are going to...love that.....but it makes sense to me to set up a bridge to the second season, while wrapping up Sol, Osha, and Mae's storyline primarily.

I love immediately going back on everything I say 'I'm not going to post theories' *immediately posts theories*, 'I'm going totally offline' *writes essay-length posts on both reddit and tumblr*. What can I say, I was bored and had a lot of thoughts.

tldr: more power to the shippers, hope this doesn't come off as being an anti but I am not feeling it, Qimir is Not Correct, and I'm really holding out hope the lightwhip was just a Vernestra book easter egg like the hyperspace visions reference (which, btw, people are also misinterpreting rip)

#star wars #the acolyte #the acolyte spoilers #the acolyte speculation #why do i do this every sunday ah yes it's to avoid having to clean/go grocery shopping/prepare for the week #'what are you going to make for lunches this week' i don't want to think about that i want to overanalyze star wars

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Quest For Glory III: Wages of War | Part 6

The Adventurer's Log

I needed to find a way into the Lost City. While Manu has been very hesitant about this whole thing he still let things out. There was a secret door.

By 'eye' I assumed some kind of gem. Monkeys would get into the city all the time with the eye that glows.

It was time for some searching. And a lot of fumbling to figure out how to get down there.

Once I bumbled my way down, after accidentally trying to leave and getting attacked by one of the 'long armed men'--neanderthal looking guys--there was a statue of Anubis with a glowing eye.

As usual Fetch to the rescue and I got a fire opal. I used that on the door, opening a way inside.

To find a couple of big scary, very bored guards--Fric and Frak.

Nothing to fight. They couldn't keep beating up their prisoner--uh oh. Bored bored bored. His buddy was only silently nodding.

Not something I wanted to fight... I accidentally ended up fighting the chatty one but I lost, though it seemed doable if I'd had more MP--it was lower than I realized. Still not something I wanted to do.

Now was the time for magic. I cast Calm which made them sleepy (and even stupider) and Open on the door and was able to walk right on through.

Where I found Reeshaka! She did live.

The Demons were entering the world through a gate at the top of the tower, as Kreesha suspected. Destroying it would let them defeat the demons.

But then she got taken over by Fric (or same model?). All harm done to him would harm her and she was the daughter of his master's enemy, Rakeesh.

All bluster. I still had two dispel potions and threw one at her, causing him to disappear.

Then Kreesha's portal opened bringing allies! Uhura, Harami the thief, Yusufu, Johari and Rakeesh.

Rakeesh was able to heal Reeshaka. They came as soon as they could and as prophesied.

But Harami refused to fight and only came along to get away from Tarna so it wasn't looking good for the prophecy... until my dear Manu friend showed up. He is a courageous monkey in the end.

The door we needed was blocked off but Rakeesh cleared it. He and Uhura stayed behind to hold off the demons and we went through to find a room of mirrors.

Our mirror images for demonified and we had to fight.

Face-offs across the board. Kinda cool.

It turned into an actual fight I had to do, but attacking it was causing its health to seem to go up, so it wasn't looking good for our hero. After a short bit, Harami appeared and stabbed it. He decided to help after all.

He gave me some pills--I guess I could have been more free about using them, but I still didn't hoard as much as I tend to hoard items in games in my defence--and sent me on my way.

Where I was brought to the final showdown.

The Demon Wizard's army of Demons and Apemen were standing by ready to attack the warring Liontaurs, Simbani and Leopardmen. The deaths of so many would release enough magic to open the gate and allow his Lord to re-enter.

The orb was still weak though from the energy needed to posses the Leopardman chief before. In other words I had some time to act.

This wizard was the Demon Wizard Rakeesh fought before.

Well, time to avenge Rakeesh too.

That dual in the leopardmen village was basically training for this. Same deal.

When starting out I didn't know what to expect but threw up a reversal just because that seemed like a good immediate thing to do in a magic fight. I certainly needed it against Ad Avis and here too. He threw flame at me after.

I Calmed it.

He tried a gargoyle and I Triggered it to stop it. That Ad Avis fight was good practice too.

He stole my staff with Fetch!

But at last Kreesha's warning about Trigger with the magic staff bore fruit. I couldn't wreck things then but I sure could now.

Boom! His head launched... and landed at my feet. Ew.

Cinder kicked it into the pit.

That just left the orb. I tried fetching it. That failed. It came down to my good old trusty Flame Dart, though I wonder if Lightning Ball or Force Bolt would have worked too. I'm happy with Flame Dart though. It certainly got me through the rest of the game.

The gate closed and I rejoined my friends.

Everyone had congratulatory messages for me.

Johari and Yesufu are getting married... He said he wanted to. She accepted. Why not I guess! Gotta pair up someone! Bleh.

Everything was well.

Nothing more

Nothing bad happened.

Or not. Cinder started writhing in magic. Dark magic...

And that was it.

It's a cliffhanger. Is that Ad Advis?

It was nice and gave me final character sheet so I didn't have to do it myself before finishing the game. Here are my final stats.

The spells have to be looked at individually to see their skill level so I don't have those. Just Flame Dart maxed at 300 and I don't know if anything else is even over 100. I don't think so.

462/500 points.

And that's... it. I feel like I'm ending this as abruptly as the game but well, even knowing this was coming I'm still at a bit of a loss. So, I'm going to carry right onto my final thoughts and talk about that ending and everything else.

Final Thoughts

I want to preface this by saying I did enjoy myself overall. I want to make that clear because I'm going to be sounding more negative for a big chunk of this.

First, let's get that ending out of the way and really the whole final chunk of game. I'm no stranger to cliffhangers and I've certainly suffered more painful ones...by far. I have the fourth game waiting, so no big deal. However, that managed to feel anticlimactic at the same time. An anti-climactic cliffhanger is kind of a feat, I'll give it that. I'm not sure what would have improved it. Maybe more reactions from the others beyond Rakeesh's one liner there. Maybe if something was more off-kilter with the final fight to show some sign of wrongness, though I could understand wanting a more abrupt surprise. But it didn't really land for me. Heck, maybe if there'd been more from the villain? Like actually seeing him earlier? We knew there was demon activity and Rakeesh had spoken of his past with the demon wizard, but there was no interaction or sight of our villain until the very end. I've said I'd watched the game first, so I knew this was coming, but it didn't land when watching either.

Relatedly, the whole final stretch from the leopardmen village on felt hurried. You constantly get funneled along. Sure, you have some freedom after Tarna closes off, but short of grinding there's not really anything to do before finding Manu, and then it's right back to railroading you again.

Yeah, QFG II starts funneling you along too; I mean you literally get hypnotized, but there's more to do. You know, there are multiple bits to go through and solve in the cave. Then the rush in Raseir after is the tension of the spell being completed and you're coming off of having gotten to do stuff!

Here there's not much you do in the Lost City and a lot of it is basically cut-scene. Then end dual. Then done. Coming off QFG II in particular which I think I had a cool final stretch, this feels rushed. I do wonder if they had to cut some stuff due to time and budget. It feels like the Lost City should have had more to it because there's really not a lot and it feels like a wasted or lost opportunity. Such is the way of game dev if so, but always a shame.

As for the rest of the game: do you know how sometimes the middle entry in a trilogy can feel awkward? That's kinda how this felt. Apparently, this game wasn't part of the original plan either but in the change to VGA and point and click they weren't feeling ready yet for Shadows of Darkness. In fact the end of QFG II advertises III as Shadows of Darkness. Knowing that, this feeling makes sense. I wouldn't have necessarily guessed that was the case, but in knowing there's an "ahh" moment.

A few other points I was less than happy with:

Random encounters. I don't know what the alternative is or how to improve it, but they were driving me crazy off and on, especially in the last trip. At least make running away take less time.

Magic Users and Thieves feel shortchanged in this game. Though, for all my complaints about that final stretch at least I got to do more magic-y things finally. There just wasn't much at all before that. Even when I was doing the magic user quest--getting my magic staff--use one Fetch spell and that's it. Also some clarity on what the magic staff does would have been nice. I ended up looking it up: spells don't cost MP while it's summoned but they won't level up.

I don't expect deep characters in this series, but there were some I could still build some attachment or fondness for in the past games. There were fewer in this one. I like Rakeesh and Kreesha... Manu was cute enough. Johari might have worked out with more time, but her whole situation and marrying Yesufu after all in the end just gives me the ick. I just wasn't feeling much with anyone.

NO GNOMES! Yes, I am disappointed this game had no gnomes. Give me my ridiculous word playing goobers back.

Now that's a lot of grumbling up there, so onto some positive notes.

I think the transition to the point and click interface was a smooth one. I kind of wish the spells had visible labels as well with their icons, but that's not a big deal. Combat was still clunky but no worse than the previous games and maybe better in some ways.

I like the dialogue trees and having options both on the person you're speaking to and with yourself. It nicely covers "ask about" and "tell about".

There were some cool spots and moments! Like the giant tree! Very lovely. Monkey Village-pretty and cute. Some entertaining merchants. There were plenty of bits to enjoy.

And I did enjoy it overall with some frustrations. I know the negative section is far longer here but that's just because I had more to say there. It's just more of a mixed bag for me and feels like there was missed potential.

If I were to rank the games so far I'd have it at 2, 1, 3.

Feelings on the ending aside I am very curious to see what this will lead to in starting Quest for Glory IV and that's coming up next. See you there!

#quest for glory #QFG 3 #wages of war #QFG_3_Log #sierra #adventure games

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luvdsc · 1 month ago

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HI!!! THIS IS 🌱 ANON FROM WAY BACK WHEN!!!

i hope you've been doing well!! i logged on to tumblr for the first time in a long while and saw you're back and i got so excited!! how have you been? i hope life is treating you well <3

i read barbie girl and AAAAAAHHHHHH you are by far the best at hitting the golden ratio of fluff and comedy and angst. i wasn't entirely sure, this is completely hypothetical, and i might have completely missed you saying this elsewhere, but are barbie girl and pussy blocked in the same universe? i don't want to give too many spoilers away to the general public but i noticed some details in barbie girl and went "😳" LOL

AAA HI BUMBLE BEE !!!! 💛💛 I can’t believe you still remember me 😭 I’ve been super good !!! lots of traveling and going out with friends and enjoying life 🌷🌷 omg welcome back to tumblr too 🥹 how have you been as well ?? has 2024 treated you kindly? 💐

thank you sm for reading 😭😭🤍 my writing skills have gotten rusty fs after two years 🤧 but I had over 70 hours stuck in flights this entire year with no wifi, so I thought, why not be productive and finally complete the collab fic? :’) omg yes you noticed !!!!!! 🩷🩷 they are indeed in the same universe 🙂‍↕️ barbie girl is the prequel to pussy blocked. and fun fact - there are some references to august, which is also in the same universe 💘

SKIP FOR SPOILERS FOR PEOPLE WHO HAVENT READ BARBIE GIRL AND/OR PUSSY BLOCKED:

without bg yn, jaemin would not be how he is in pb. he’s more empathetic, kinder, less selfish, and more aware of himself and other people because of her. also, just as bg yn’s whole monologue described, he really went through it all because pb yn did not love him back until she was ready to accept love and chose him in the end, no matter how hard he tried or loved her for years. bg yn was a wake up call for him, and he finally understood what he put her through (but to a certain degree because what he did to her was way worse than anything pb yn did to him). but pb yn also put jeno through hell too, so you know.. they both learned from their experiences after hurting other people and figured out how to properly love and care. they’re all very flawed characters, which is what i enjoyed writing about the most because no one is perfect and these are based on things that happened in real life (men ain’t shit, stay far away from guys like bg jaemin LMAO) !! but anyway yes, honey bee, they’re connected, you’re so right !!!! I’m so so soo glad that you found the matching details 💓💓

#asks #anonymous #🌱 anon #fic: barbie girl

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reds-skull · 1 year ago

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Not Alive, Nor Dead

[PREV PART] [AO3]

Hello! I'm back! I planned the next 3 chapters on the plane, so I thought writing would be easier.

I was wrong. Chapter got hands. Anyways hope you enjoy more of concussed Soap lmao

Alejandro led them to the main complex, through a series of roads connecting the prison. Ghost kept an eye on the sky, watching Garrick shoot Shadows from above.

“Bravo!” the Sergeant radios in, “Shadows approaching your position, I don’t have a clear shot. Incoming from your 9, Ghost.”

He and Rudy exchange a look, “copy, keep thinning them out.” Ghost replies, taking note of Soap’s glassy stare.

“We got hostiles inbound?” Johnny asks excitedly, wiggling his fingers, “I’ll take care o’ them LT, you can kick back and relax-”

“Oh no, Sergeant,” Ghost grabs the strap on the back of Soap’s vest, “you’re staying right here with me until your head is screwed on right.”

He ignores Johnny’s useless attempts at persuading Ghost to let him go, and turns to the Vaqueros, “you can take care of a few Shadows, right? Me and Johnny can go check the CCTV.”

Alejandro smirks at the bumbling Sergeant in his hands, “you got it, hermano. We’ll meet you there.”

Rudy spots a soldier rushing towards them, running ahead and instantly freezing the Shadow. He grabs the rifle the unhuman dropped and cracks it down on the frozen soldier, shattering him.

The Sergeant Major throws the gun to Alejandro, shouting at Ghost and Soap, “go!”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. Ghost drags Johnny towards the room he remembers marked ‘Security’ on Rudy’s map.

“I could’a destroyed ‘em oll in a second, Ghostie…” Johnny moans.

Ghost sighs for the twentieth time since entering the room, “I know, Johnny.” He notes of the several cells full of men in block B, Shadows swarming the halls. The Vaqueros.

Soap gives him what could be ‘puppy-eyes’ from the chair Ghost has put him in timeout in (his words), “yer so mean, Simon.”

He looks up from the monitor he’s been fiddling with to level his Sergeant with a stare, “I know. Now focus on healing your bloody brain so you can actually help.”

Soap opens his mouth to retort, but he abruptly closes it, eyes widening.

“...Johnny?”

Soap’s cheeks flush, “Simon, I am so sorry, I don’t know what teh fuck I was saying…” Johnny rubs at his eyes, “fuckin’ talkin’ about how pretty yer eyelashes are.”

Ghost huffs, smile stretching his hidden lips, “you said eyes before. Good to know you like those too.”

Johnny looks like he got caught with his pants down, before his usual sense of confidence takes over, “I can tell ye I like a whole lot more than just that-”

“If I have to hear you muppets flirt one more time, I’m going to consider staying in this fuckin’ shithole, fucking hell…”

“Price?!” Ghost and Soap exclaim together, “Where are you?!”

“Graves isolated me, the fuckin’ bastard…” the Captain grumbles in their minds, “you got Gaz with you, correct?”

“Yes sir.” Ghost confirms.

“Good. You two, get Farah and Alex out, they should be in block C. Graves got Shadows trained on Alex at all times to keep Farah in check, so you’ll need to work quiet and fast.”

Ghost switches cameras, finding block C and the two revenants.

Soap’s voice fills his mind, “what about you, Captain?”

“Kyle will get me, there’s a window right in front of my cell. Tell him to get to the tallest building, block A.”

“Copy, glad to hear you’re solid, Price.” Ghost gets off the computer, patting Johnny’s shoulder, “I’ll inform Vargas and Parra of the Vaqueros’ location and head for Karim and Keller.”

“Good copy. Keep yourselves safe.”

“Out here.”

Rudy and Alejandro meet them on the way out, both clearly frazzled and adrenaline-fueled. “Found anyone?” Rudy asks between pants.

“Vaqueros are on block B.” Ghost switches his comms on, “Garrick, Price talked to us, he’s on the top of block A, should be a window. Get him and meet us at-”

“The front gates.” Alejandro finishes, “there are several trucks for us to use, the Vaqueros will clear the way out.”

“Copy, on my way.” Gaz relays.

Soap checks his rifle’s ammo one last time, “me and Ghost’ll go for Farah and Alex, we’ll join the fight on the gates.”

Rudy pats both their shoulders, nodding assuredly, and turns to leave with Alejandro towards block B.

Soap smiles up at him, a dangerous edge to the way fire licks around his gun, “time for us to wipe out some Shadows, aye?”

Ghost smirks, “on you, Sergeant.”

Johnny is truly a thing of beauty on the field. A firestorm, unstoppable blaze, vaporizing dark figures as easily as breathing.

Ghost watches his six, taking down any stray Shadows making a move at him, but for the most part he gets to admire the Sergeant, the flowing way he explodes soldiers.

It would scare him, how beautiful Johnny is. If it wasn’t so distractedly brilliant.

“Clear!” Soap calls ahead, fire ebbing between his fingertips, dark marks on the walls all that’s left of his enemies.

Ghost hums, “good work, Sergeant. Our revenants should be right up ahead, stay sharp.”

Johnny grins, his step a little more energetic when he rounds the corner, “aye sir.”

Ghost and Soap reach block C, marked by huge letters on the walls. They both drop to a crouch, finding a single cell with about a dozen Shadows guarding it.

Ghost holds up one, then two fingers, pointing ahead. He closes his fist and Johnny nods, tensing up in preparation.

His Sergeant waits for his mark.

Ghost opens his hand, motioning forward.

Shadows erupt into smoke, metal bars sizzle and melt. The fight is over in a blink of an eye.

He walks over dark soot on the dirty prison floor, approaching Commander Karim, who has a bewildered expression on her face. She and Keller are tied to chairs, facing each other.

“Lieutenant.” she tilts her head.

Ghost whips out a knife, swiftly cutting through her bindings, “Commander.” Johnny went ahead and freed Alex as well.

“That’s some serious firepower you got there, Soap. You sure you don’t want to come with us to Urzikstan?” Alex jokes as he rubs at his raw wrists.

Johnny laughs, smiling at Ghost, “sorry, got previous reservations.”

“Bummer.” the American sighs, taking the rejection easily.

Ghost grabs a pistol that looks decently unburnt and tosses it to Farah, “the Vaqueros are working on clearing a path for our extraction, we’re going to join as additional support. Sergeant Garrick is getting the Captain.”

Commander Karim sharply nods after checking the gun, “we’ll come with you, I got unfinished business with that dog Graves.” she looks at Alex, who finds a gun for himself as well.

Ghost presses the button on his radio, “Rudy, we got Karim and Keller, on our way to you. What’s your status?”

Gunshots sound through the tinny mic before he answers, “Graves is trying to push us back, we’re holding currently! Backup will be appreciated!”

The four of them start towards the Vaqueros, “on our way, Parra. Hold strong.”

“Always, Fantasma.”

Soap turns on his comms as well, “Gaz? Got the Captain?”

“No- will try- around-” Garrick’s voice cuts off, the wind too strong for it to come through.

“Bad copy, Sergeant, repeat.” Ghost joins on their line.

“Working on it!”

“Copy, get to the gate once you’re done.”

The front gates are a mess of powers, ice and fire blooming on the dirt road. The battlefield sounds almost deafening.

Alex and Farah run ahead, Keller disappearing from view and the Commander right in tow, deflecting bullets left and right. Ghost can see Rudy ahead, turning Shadows into ice sculptures for Alejandro to shatter with well-placed shots.

Ghost grabs Soap before he can join them, “stick close, Sergeant.”

“Yes sir.” Johnny doesn’t even look up, running and plowing through hails of bullets. Ghost goes off to the edges of the battle, picking off stragglers and sending them to the void. He only lets Limbo out for a second, the victims taking hold of the Shadows and dragging them back with them.

From the outside, it looks like they were swollen by darkness. An act that has earned Ghost his terrifying reputation.

Soap spots him from beyond the field, throwing him a thumbs up, “good work, LT! Fuckin’ beautiful, sir.”

“Keep it tactical, Sergeant.” he mutters as he takes two more Shadows off this realm.

“Tactical compliments, sir. It’s all the rage these days.” Johnny snickers, and he rolls his eyes fondly.

The fight is missing someone… “Garrick, status.”

Gaz’s line is dead. Ghost stops in his tracks, “Gaz, sitrep, now.” nothing.

Fuck. He switches to the main line, “anyone had eyes on Gaz in the last 15 minutes?”

“Negative, saw him go into the tower at block A about 30 minutes ago.” Alejandro replies.

Ghost’s heart races faster, his voice level, “I’m going to go find them, Soap, on me-”

The Shadows on the field start laughing, voice garbling into a demonic cackling.

“Took you long enough to notice, Lieutenant.”

Ghost grabs the nearest Shadow, “what the fuck did you do with them?” he coldly smashes the Shadow’s head with his knee.

The broken body falls, Graves’ voice still clear, “you want your little teammates? Better come to the courtyard, Ghost… oh, and bring the Sergeant with you, would ya? I’ve got a few… choice words to exchange with him.”

Ghost stomps the soldier’s head, shutting the American up for good. He locks eyes with Johnny, heart attempting to beat out of his chest.

“Clock’s ticking, Simon Riley…” Shadows whisper around him.

Soap runs to him, face confused and enraged, “what did he say, Simon?! Where are Price and Gaz?”

“Courtyard…”

Johnny looks back, before staring at Ghost, “well? What are we waiting for?”

Sometimes, Ghost feels like his gut can tell the future. With the way it churned and turned before he was thrown into that grave. How it ached to spill out when Soap asked him to promise, sign a death sentence on his Sergeant.

In the ice burning his insides, as he watches stars reflect in Johnny’s eyes, awaiting the command, ready to follow him into certain doom. Right into the snake’s den.

Ghost take Soap’s hand, silently starting to walk towards the courtyard.

His gut screams at him to stop, to curl bloodied hands around his Sergeant, protect him from malicious shadows.

Ghost’s mind, however, a soldier’s, a leader’s, tells him to keep walking.

The Shadows ignore them, splitting before them like the Red Sea.

Johnny pulls at his hand, making him meet his eyes.

“We’re connected now, Simon. In a way Graves, hell no one else, can understand.” he smiles softly, “they can’t separate us.”

His words hold so much conviction, so much confidence and yet also care, the ice in his gut melts.

The thawed water tells Ghost he will live to regret that.

“We go together.” Simon squeezes a burning hand.

Fire binds them, an unbreakable vow. “Together.”

Graves sees Soap and Ghost happy and asks himself "how can I ruin their day this time?"

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