#i was so damn pissed at the end of it geez

[prettypinkporkchop]

hello

can you write paul x reader

reader is bella older sister

and she is the opposite of bella like she is extroverted and loves fashion and short skirts yk like this vibe (i imagine her like megan fox in jennifer's body) , paul imprinted on her so bad but in the first she wasn't interested in him but than she slowly likes him cuz he always try his best to get her

Heart shaped locket

You stare at Bella as if she is CRAZY! "Shopping? You?" Your eyebrow is raised to the heavens.

Yes, you've already graduated, and you're older than Bella. But let's be real, in this economy, you're staying with your dad, Charlie. Just until you can get on your feet.

Bella laughs and stares off through the kitchen. "Yeah.. yeah I just really have to.. get my mind off of Edward." She sighs.

You roll your eyes. "Bella, how many times do I have to repeat myself? He's ugly. He's weird. And you're still in high school! Let's turn the page, babe." You put a hand on your hip.

She shifts her feet before looking at you sternly. "You've never experienced love."

-----

"Child, can you take this to Billy's? Jake's got mono." You turn from the sink and see your dad on the table, getting ready to leave for work. He's holding a case of beer. "Don't get too close. Me and the man can't hang out until Jake is better." He scratches his beard.

"Okay, dad." You pat his shoulder and grab the case from his hands.

You get in your car and then drive to Billy's house. Gosh, you remember Jake and Bella playing around the mud and pissing you off.

You make it there and knock on the door. You take your top and cover your nose and mouth and then back up a bit.

The door opens, and there stands a smiling Billy. "Kid, you're fine. Uncover your mouth, I'm not sick." He laughs.

You laugh and drop your shirt back on your chest. "If you can't go to the store, then obviously it's serious enough for me to-"

Bella's truck speeds in, parking next to your car. She walks up to you guys. "Where's Jake?" She asks.

Billy looks at you and then her. "He's sick." He says.

Bella pushes past him. "Sorry."

Billy turns, calling her name. You grab the end of your hair and awkwardly play with it. Billy sighs and turns back to face you. Then, you hear whistling. You look over and see the Uley gang.

Next thing, Bella is walking over there.

Oh shit.

"BELLA MARIE!" You call out. You step on the wet grass, following her. Your headband starts falling off, and you stop to adjust it. "Damn it." You hiss.

You hear something from the guys, and you look up. Paul is fuming. You are in fear of Bellas safety so you just drop your headband and run over there.

"Y/n! Bella!" Sam says. "Get back." He warns.

You get next to Bella and grab her arm. But, Paul changes into a wolf. He stomps his feet and roars.

You fall back on the ground with Bella. You look at her. "Really?! Why are you always in shit?!"

Jacob runs out and turns as well. The two wolves fight into the woods. You sigh and stand up, adjusting your skirt and shirt.

"Take them to Emily's." Sam says.

"The wolf's out of the bag." Embry says.

----

"Oh, Emily!" You hug her as you and the three others walk inside the house.

She hugs you back, smiling. "Goodness, y/n. You're adorable as always." She giggles.

"Yeah, well, not feeling it. I just saw dudes shift into wolves, so that was interesting." You reply.

Bella walks in.

"Who's this?" Emily asks.

"Bella, my sister." You roll your eyes.

"Oh, you're the vampire girl." She says.

Vampires?!

"Damn, am I in a movie or something?" You groan and sit at the table where Embry and Jared sit.

The guys and Bella start talking, and you sit and listen. It all makes sense. Geez.

Jacob and Paul come inside, and Jacob tells Bella to go outside with him. Paul sits down, apologizes to Bella, and then eats a muffin.

You look over the guy, observing him. He doesn't see you.

"Does it hurt when you shift?" You ask.

He looks up at you and then stops moving. The muffin he grabbed in his hands fell and crumble on the table. You awkwardly stare back. Embry and Jared start laughing.

Sam walks in, snapping Paul out of it. He looks down at the table and then smiles. "Not too bad." He finally responds.

"It sounds like it hurts."

Sam looks over at Paul and then you.

"Yup, poor guy. He's now locked down." Jared says.

"Huh?" You ask.

"Ignore the boys." Emily says in your ear.

---- (The cullens come back - Eclipse)

You wake up, get dressed, and do your makeup. You're sitting in front of your vanity doing your hair when Bella barges in. You turn to the door and look at her. "What?" You ask.

"Paul wants to see you." She says.

"Uh huh." You reply, turning back to your mirror and doing your hair.

"Jacob says he imprinted on you." She continues.

"Really." You don't care.

"Just talk to the guy." Bella says.

"I don't take orders from girls who wear a flannel every day." You eye her outfit from your mirror.

"Y/n, really. The guy's gonna go insane."

"Fine." You sigh. "I'll text Emily and get his number."

And that, you did. You got his number. You messaged him, "y/n." That was it. But he texted back. You haven't read it yet. You're too busy with your friend, Sandra, shopping.

She holds up a pair of shoes. You think for a minute. "You had to think too long. It's a no." She sets them back down.

Your phone in your purse starts buzzing. You frantically get it and see that it's Paul. "Hang on, love." You tell your friend. You answer it. "Hey."

"Hey, y/n! Are you busy?" He asks.

"Yup! Shopping!"

"Oh, okay! I'll catch you another time." He says.

"No, give me the tea. You've got me all curious." You say.

"I was wondering if you wanted to hang out with me today?" He sounds shy.

Which is odd, considering you grew up around them because of your dad being friends with Billy and Harry. Fun fact! You used to help change Seth's diapers.

"Uh.." You look over at Sandra, who's smirking.

"Yes. I can. Where?" You ask.

"A date?" He asks.

"No! No date." You giggle.

"Oh uh.." He sounds awkward.

"We'll just hang out at the beach later." You say.

-----

Paul walks closer to you on the sand. "Hey, beautiful." He smiles.

"Hey." You smile back.

As he gets closer, you feel the warmth. Wolf shit. He opens his arms and wraps you up in a hug. You gently put your hands on his waist and softly pat.

"Alright." You pull away and look at him. "I know you imprinted on me, don't worry, I'm keeping my mouth shut like Bella. But just letting you know, I'm not interested. But I'm we can be friends!" You sit on the sand, crossing your legs.

He sits next to you and looks over your face. "Hmm, is there any way I can change your mind?" He touches your cheek. He moves his face close to yours.

You back away and giggle. "No, sir."

He bites his lip and looks out at the water. "You do realize how an imprint bond works, right?"

"Yup. Sam and Jacob have told all of it. So, I'm willing to be around you any time you need." You pat his bare back. The heat shocks your hand as it was just in the cool air.

You guys sit on the sand and talk about life. He's a very good guy! He's been misunderstood as a person by everyone. Deep down, his heart is big. You've told him about your life, and you two seem to favor each other. But a relationship is not where your head is right now.

----

You stumble on the sidewalk of the city, nearly falling because your heel got stuck on a rock. Paul is quick to grab your waist and hold you up. You look up at him, and his eyes look into yours with adoration.

"Thanks." You smile and hold onto his arm to keep yourself from falling.

"You're welcome, beautiful." He replies.

"Get a room." Jared groans.

Kim, who's on the other side of you, elbows him. You've gotten to know Kim, and she's pretty awesome! You both like the same stuff and hang out a bunch! She invited you to this date but told you Paul begged her to ask you to go.

"It's a nice night. Look at the moon!" Kim gasps.

You look up and see it's full and glowing. "Ooh! Perfect time to take selfies." You turn to her.

She smiles and grabs your arm. You two turn around, and she holds up her phone. You two pose in front of the moon and take pictures as it shines beautifully behind you guys.

Paul watches with his arms crossed. He's so mesmerized. You feel his eyes on you, but you're not paying it any attention. Jared touches his shoulder. Paul snaps out of it and looks at him.

----

You are listening to music and applying your face mask when your door opens. You jump up and look to see your dad.

"Oh, hey, dad." You say.

"Hey, child." He walks in the room and stands next to your vanity where you're sitting. He sets something down on the desk.

You look down and see a rose and a jewelery box. You look up at him, and he crosses his arms.

"Paul Lahote sent these." Charlie says.

You don't respond and look back down at the rose and box.

"I remember being in my twenties and being in love. I had that guy energy." He flexes his arm.

You start laughing and look back in the mirror. "Yeah, well, I'm not into him." You reply.

"Still focused on getting into that school?" He asks.

"Yup! Just one more week and I'll get my letter." You smile up at him.

"Well, if I know anything, you're smart and very driven. I'm always proud of you." He taps your vanity desk before walking out of your room.

You sigh and then wipe off your hands. You reach over to the box and open it up. You gasp at the ring and blink your eyes a few times. Your heart flutters at the fact that Paul knew what to pick for you. It's a touch of him and you. You put the ring on your middle finger.

-----

You sit at the restaurant with your group of girls. There's Chapen, who is a skater type girl, Lilly, she's a nerd, Sandra, she's the diva. She was a bitch cheerleader but kept her cool with you and Lilly. Plus, you were well liked in school. Everyone wanted to be like you. Every guy wanted you. You're used to that but never give in to them. All you want is to go to school, get your job, and then move out of your dad's.

"Please, he's so fine." Sandra looks back at the waiter.

Lilly groans and leans her head back. "Sandra, stop."

"No, you want to know fine? Embry Call." Chapen bites her burger and wiggles her eyebrows.

"Mid." You reply.

"Oh, but you've got Lahote pining for you." Sandra bumps her shoulder into yours.

"Y/n! Really?" Lilly sits up with a smile.

"Yeah, yeah, that's true." You shrug it off.

"God, he's so hot!" Lilly giggles.

----

You walk into Emily's house with Bella. Harry Clearwater just passed and shits going down with a redhead who wants to eat up your sister.

You notice Seth and Leah have shifted too. They both look good! Seth smiles when he sees you and hugs you.

Leah looks pissed off , and you don't blame her. The whole Sam shit plus losing her dad? Damn.

You walk to the dining table and sit down next to Quil, who you've never even met before!

"So, Quilister." You joke.

"I kind of fuck with that nickname." He nods.

Paul comes up behind you and grabs your shoulders. His hands slide down your arms. One hand stops at your elbow, and the other one moves to your hand with the ring he gave you. He touches your fingers. You instantly get goose bumps, and your face heats up.

He notices and leans down to your ear. "You're beautiful."

You gulp.

The rest of the night was fire! You ended up getting shit faced. You, Kim, Emily, and Billy got drunk drunk. Bella and Jacob left after the fire and you don't really care where they went lol.

You slump back on the couch and close your eyes, spinning.

"Y/n, you can stay here tonight if you want." Emily offers.

"No, I'm gonna go to my bed." You smile and then stand up. You're all wobbling.

Paul grabs your waist to help you steady. "I'll drive you." He says.

You press your back into him and look up at his face. "Ya know, I'd let you-", his hand goes over your mouth.

"Alright." He laughs awkwardly and walks you outside.

You sit in your seat and just stare up out of the window. Paul pulls into your house. Your dad is gone at work, and Bella's truck isn't there.

"Is your room upstairs?" Paul asks.

"Yeah, she sure is." You wink at him.

He gets out and pulls you out of your car. You steady yourself and then bend down to take off your shoes.

"They're hurting me." You say.

Paul moves your hands and bends down. "Put your hands on my shoulders." He says.

You do as told, and he takes off your shoes. Then, he lifts you bridal style and goes into the house. He walks you up into your room and gently places you on the bed.

"Paul, don't go." You give him puppy eyes.

"Baby, I have to. I need to protect you. I always will." He touches your cheek.

You rest your face in his hand and then nod your head.

-----

You sit in the bathtub and think about how good Paul was to you last night. You embarrassed yourself, but he was so kind and gentle. You catch yourself looking at the ring on your finger.

Three knocks on the door make you jump. "Yeah?" You call out.

"Hurry up. I have to pack shit to go stay with Alice." You hear Bella call out.

But you know the plan. Her and Edward are staying at the house while everyone else does some shit. Paul has asked you to stay on his land at his house, but you refused.

"Alright, sister. Just a second!" You hurry and finish yourself up and step out. You have a towel wrapped around you and you open the door.

She jumps back and looks at you. "Sorry for interrupting. Are you going to the reservation?" She walks in and grabs her toothbrush and shit.

"Nah." You reply.

"You have to. You're in danger." Bella looks at you.

"Pookie, I stay out of shit unlike you. She wants you, not me." You scoff.

"Well, it'll make me and Paul feel better." She says.

"Fine. I'll go."

----

Paul opens his front door and guides you inside. It's so manly in here. It's clean but like.. manly. It smells like Paul. It's dark with a single lamp on.

"Where do you want your bags?" He asks, holding them up.

"Uhm, the couch." You smile.

He nods his head and gently sets them down on the cushions. "You know you're sleeping in my bed tonight. I'll be out all night. This couch isn't comfortable. I won't let you sleep here." He raises an eyebrow at you.

"Nahhhh, I'm good. I brought my pillow and blanket. I'll make due." You smile.

"Whatever you say, princess." He looks at the kitchen and then smiles. "I got your favorite snacks in there and your favorite drinks. Just make yourself at home." He steps closer to you. "And if you need anything, say my name." He says softly.

You nod your head and blush again. Noooo, why does he keep doing this?!

That night on the couch, you were tossing and turning. You couldn't get comfortable and just kept going back on your phone to watch makeup tutorials. But now you're just too tired. You give up and go into Paul's room.

You lay down on his bed and are so shocked at how comfortable and cloudy it is! You lay your head down on a pillow. Oh gosh, it smells like him. But you feel something underneath you. You pull it out and look. It's a silver necklace with a heart locket. You open the locket, and it has your first initial and a 'P'. You turn on your back and clutch it in your hand.

You jump up from a nightmare of being bitten by Miss Redhead. You're breathing hard and then get out of bed. You go into the living room and see a peaceful sleeping Paul. You gently touch his shoulder. "Paul?"

He groans and opens his eyes before sitting up. "Hey, beautiful. You okay?" He looks over you. His eyes stop at your check and you look down. The necklace.

"Yeah, just surprised you're home. I had a nightmare." You sigh.

He smiles and then pulls you on him. He holds you tightly, and it takes you back for a minute. You end up settling on his chest and feel his body on yours. You feel in the moment and close your eyes in feeling of peace and safety.

"I won't be here long. We have to go to battle." He rubs your back.

You look up at his face. "Will you be okay?"

He smiles and nods his head. "I always am. I'm Paul Lahote." He laughs.

Your eyes move from his and to his lips. He notices and starts to lean in. You back away and then stand up. "Sorry, uh." You chuckle.

"Hey, it's okay." His eyes scan you.

----

You sit on his bed, painting your nails, waiting for him to come back. Bella doesn't have her phone, but you know she's in the snow with Edward.

You're nervous as shit! You're starting to realize the more you hang out with Paul and see how sweet he is, you're falling.

You know if he's alive, he promised to be home yesterday or tonight. He didn't come yesterday. You're freaking out. You've been texting and calling Kim and Emily.

You sit back and let your nails dry. You turn on a murder mystery video on his TV. Finally, your phone rings, and you jump up, knocking your nail polish all over the bed. "Fuck!" You answer your phone. "Emily?"

"Everyone is at Billy's. Everyone is safe. Jake got hurt, but stay there, Paul will be there shortly." She says all bubbly.

Your heart skips, and you want to scream of happiness! Paul is okay and coming back. Oh yay, Bella is, too... and Edward.

You clean up all of your nail polish and wipe it down with your nail polish remover. You run to his washer and throw it in there, replacing his blanket with yours. Yeah, it's girly, but it's okay!

The door opens, and you quickly go in there. Paul.

You watch as he smiles at the ground, breathing. "It smells like you and rubbing alcohol." He finally looks up and laughs.

You squeal and jump on him. He holds onto you, chuckling and burying his face in your shoulder. You run your hands through his hair, softly gripping onto it.

"Miss me?" He asks.

"Yes." You breathe out. "Thank you for coming back." You catch yourself saying that, and you blush. He sets you down and looks at you, grabbing your face. "I spilled nail polish on your blanket. It got it off but it's in the washin-"

Paul's lips press on yours, shutting you up. You crumble in his touch and give in, kissing back. One hand grabs your waist, and the other touches the necklace he left for you. His fingers slightly graze on your collarbone. He pulls back, and you don't want him to stop. You grab his neck, pulling him down for more. He grabs your bottom to lift you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and he carries you into his bedroom.

[dolcettamagica]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ch.1

tags: rick sanchez x reader, love triangle, rick being rick, rick being mean af as usual, age gap, it will get dark, angst, double ended - you decide it, some chps will be smut, slow burn, possessive behaviour, obsessive behaviour this chapter: rick sanchez x reader, rick being mean, sfw with some sexual indications word count: 1750

��Listen to me, you bi-bitch. I am not doing this for you, got-got it? I was challenged by someone, and I am not someone who loses and if you spoiled bitch call me an old man again, I’ll make you scream it, understand?”

„What-what the actual fuck is this?!“

The whole Smith family was staring at the most recent weird event in their living room. A girl lying on their floor, alone and unconscious. It was obvious that she wasn’t an alien – judging by her appearance. Summer was focused on her outfit, Beth was checking if she still had a pulse and Jerry was being Jerry (useless).

“Morty – Morty you disgusting little shit! Did you buy a girl from space? Fucking pervert. I’m going to kill you!”, Rick’s voice echoed through the room, spit dripping from his mouth. His grandson instantly denied the accusations vehemently, saying that he is a pervert but not that kind of pervert. Rick was angry, furious even, someone like him – the smartest man alive – didn’t have time for shit like this.

“Um…Dad?”, Beth was holding a piece of paper in her hand instead of her usual glass of red wine, “It’s for you.”

“Wow, Grandpa Rick, maybe you were the one buying some girl like some creep.”

Rick narrowed his eyes at Summer’s remark. As if he would ever need to buy a girl at all. “Shut the fuck up, Summer, before I tell your mum where you hide your sh-shit.” That was enough to shut the redhead up and earn a disapproving look from Beth.

Quickly Rick snatched the note from his daughter’s fingers. A note – something so traditional…weirdly interesting.

Hello Rick C-137, Probably asking yourself why some girl is lying on your floor and why you’re reading a note right now. I’m not going to tell you shit though. Aren’t you the “smartest man” alive? The “rickest Rick”? You’re nothing more than an experiment to me and a dumber version of me anyway. I won’t tell you why she is in your dimension and your universe. I won’t tell you what experiment and what you should or should not achieve. Fuck, I won’t even tell you who she is or where she originated from. I also made sure that you won’t be able to track where she came from and on top of that you will never know who I actually am. Wait until she wakes up or wake her up yourself. I know damn well I piqued your interest, C-137.

He was right. The note did pique his interest, but it also pissed him off. Obviously, it was another Rick – an arrogant motherfucker who challenged Rick. “For f-fuck’s sake. What fucking bullshit is this”, his pale hand dragged down his face before he knelt down, right next to the stranger’s face.

“Wake the fuck u-up, dumb bitch. How can-can you sleep with everyone screaming.”

Dumb Bitch…Those words echoed through your head, jerking you awake. Who was this disrespectful to call you that? You blinked several times, the light from the lamps blinding you.

“O my God, Dad! She’s waking up.”

“Oh geez…I don’t think this is goi-going to end good.”

“I hope she’s cool like a new sister or something, Morty is like so annoying.”

Who was talking? Slowly your eyes adjusted to the new surroundings, and you were met with some old man staring into your soul. His scent was a mixture of alcohol, musk and after-shave. Not a bad smell at all.

“What…Where am I and who the fuck are you, old man?!”, the first thing you did was check your body. Missing limbs? Naked? Bruises? Chained up? No, everything seemed fine yet at the same time nothing was fine.

Your head felt like it was exploding, as if a belt was strapped around it and getting tighter and tighter. The room was unfamiliar just like the people around you. Everyone was screaming. Strangers. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears. Did they drug me? Your mouth was dry, as if you haven’t drunk any water in days. Did they kidnap me? Thousands of thoughts flooded your brain, and no answer was in sight. The room shrank and shrank and shrank. Why is everyone yelling? Who are these people? Where am I? I can’t breathe! I can’t- 

Rick injected a needle into your neck, pushing a milky liquid into your system. You were having a panic-attack, and he didn’t have the nerves to deal with anymore shit thrown his way. Almost instantly the girl in front of his feet stopped shaking, your breath calmed down as well as your excessive sweating. Meanwhile Rick took a long look at you – you weren’t dirty or anything, the opposite in fact. Your hair was clean and shining while your clothes were spotless and on top of that you smelled phenomenal. A rich vanilla with an undertone of cherry, sweet and sultry. 

“Wh-What did you in-inject her with, Rick?”

“Relax, Morty”, Rick rolled his eyes, “Just didn’t – didn’t want her to lose her shit. Give her a minute, we’ll be able to talk to her then.” Only Rick and the grandkids were left with you now. Beth had to go to work and Jerry was simply overstimulated, not being able to comprehend anything that happened in front of his eyes.

You took a deep breath and sat up; your eyes never left the tall, skinny frame of the older man. “Who are you guys…?”, your voice was timid, but your stare was stern.

“Rick, Morty, Summer. Y-You’re at our house. Don’t ask us why, you were probably tele-teleported here from someone who looks like me. We don’t know shit about you either, dumbass. Do we look like some human-traffickers to you? Another fucking dumbass.”

Suddenly it clicked – Rick Sanchez. You’ve seen his face all over the news again and again. Some mad scientist who was known for teleportation, universes and interdimensional traveling. And he was a fucking asshole. Morty and Summer were his grandkids. At least I know who they are.

“Now, tell me who you are”, Rick reached out and cupped your chin with his calloused fingers. His fingertips felt rough against your soft skin, you felt warmth creep up to your cheeks and spread across your face. With a hiss you slapped his hand away.

“My name is y/n. I’m 21 years old and a psych major at college. I will also be known as the girl who castrated you if you touch me again, old man.”

The last part earned a chuckle from Morty and Summer “Oh, Grandpa Rick got burned! I love you already, girl!” Their joy was short-lived though. Rick yelled at both of them, insulting them every way possible, demanding them to leave the fucking room before he feeds them to his alien-prisoners. Both complied to his command.

“F-fucking listen to me you wannabe mean girl bi-bitch. Some other Rick left a note-note for me, talking about some dumb ass experiment. What happened before you ended up here? Do you even know where you live or you wanna share a bed with this o-old man?”

“I live in….huh…Where do I live? I remember who I am but not a single thing about a family or a living space”, no matter how hard you tried you didn’t actually remember anything about your own life, “The last I recall before waking up is someone saying, “Last Chance, Sweetheart” and that someone sounded exactly like you.”

“For fuck-fuck’s sake! I’m going crazy! I’m going to kill that motherfucking R-Rick!”

Two hours. Two hours passed and Rick tried everything to at least receive a single type of information, just anything. Nothing. Nothing worked. He tried to trace you back to your original universe – apparently you didn’t belong to any. He tried to find other versions of you – a big red error appeared. He couldn’t even extract past memories from your brain. Literally nothing has worked. He failed. Rick Sanchez, the smartest man on earth, failed.

“You know, maybe some memories will come back to me after some time. You don’t have to be yelling all the time…”, you were sitting on a chair, your elbows propped on his workbench and your hands cupping your face. Rick was in fact a weird guy – loud, rude but determined. After hours of listening to his drunken outbursts you just wanted some peace and quiet. Due to Rick kind of being famous on the internet you knew a thing or two about him and what his work was about. “I know you mean well and your actions could help me go back home…if I have a home, that is. You still need to chill though, old man.”

Once again you called Rick an old man. Is that girl serious? “You dumb little…”, you heard him growl as he turned around to face you. The burping, belching genius known was anything but amused. His typically wry grin twisted into a snarl of pure contempt, revealing a glint of madness in his eyes that sent shivers down your spine.

The furrows on his forehead deepened, accentuating the lines of his craggy face as he scowled, his brows knit together in a storm of frustration. His eyes, usually glazed with a combination of apathy and brilliance, now burned with a fiery intensity that could rival the brightest supernova in the universe.

“Listen to me, you bi-bitch. I am not doing this for you, got-got it? I was challenged by someone, and I am not someone who loses”, Rick made his way over to you. Slowly, like a predator nearing his prey. His hand gripped your chair to make you face him. You felt yourself push back into the seat. He was too close and you two were all alone in his garage. One hand was now next to your head while the other was gripping your thigh. You could feel his breath blowing against your now hot, blushed face, his musk clouding your senses, his hand burning into your skin. “And if you spoiled bitch call me an old man again, I’ll make you scream it, understand?”

“Listen to me, Rick old man Sanchez. I’m neither spoiled nor a bitch. And your pathetic attempt of whatever this is isn’t working.” Harsh words which didn’t match your bright red cheeks or beating heart. Your own body was betraying you. “Fuck you and fuck this garage. I’m going to chill with your grandkids.”

A smirk grazed Rick’s lips as you stood up and left without looking back. Interesting. Who knew that embarrassing you would be that much fun? You’re feisty, witty and bratty and not a bad sight to the eye.

“Ah, makes me want to tame that little girl.”

[oddlyded]

kylian mbappe headcanon

he's impossibly touchy

like he’s got to touch you ALL. THE. TIME.

hands on your tight, on your waist, on the small of your back. if he’s not touching you he’s angling his body towards you or standing very, very close to you.

you barely have space to yourself when you’re out, with him or when you’re otherwise alone or with friends. he’s gotta know where you are at all times

if he’s taking you to a party, his eyes would be on you even while talking to others

and he doesn’t like it when you give someone you’ve just met too much attention. he’s not in the habit of mentioning it, but one look at his face, at his mannerisms, at the way he’s completely embarrassing the other person and you know

very clingy indeed

if you’re out you already know that once you answer his call he’d scheme to have you back home earlier than expected

and all the while, he’s asking where you are and whether you’re safe or not

he’s still very conscious of your boundaries and doesn’t cross them which you’re grateful for but he’s also v overbearing and at times possessive

(you don’t mind it)

oh, i didn’t mention the possessiveness ? man definitely has a possessive streak

he’s very expressive around the eyes so you. always. know.

and it’s so amusing when he acts like he’s not jealous because it’s so. damn. noticeable.

he’d get so firmly touchy, particularly his hand on your tights

he’d also play with your neck in front whoever set him off

biting it off (im sure he’s embarrassing like that) or trailing a strong finger all over it going down and down

loudly muttering that he’s got to get you home to take care of you and how perfect you look for him today

once, you were so cross at him that you danced with someone else at a club to provoke him

man was sitting down the whole time working his jaw and glaring at you, and you could see just how pissed off he was

but he’s remained v collected to see just how far you’d get. you two kept eye contact for the whole integrity of your dancing w the other dude

until said dude tried to make a move and you found yourself immediately (??) being yanked between strong arms

the heated glare he’s thrown down at you was worth it huhuh

he ended up f you senseless in the bathroom for all the club to hear

and then got home and f u senseless some more

moving on, like i said he’s not playing around when it comes to your safety

so y’all have LOTS of fights because you simply don’t care as much lol

obvs yolo

but obvs you take care to text him where you’re going and whom you’re meeting and to not be reckless in a self-destructive way

if only for him not to get sooo worried because geez. he can get his knickers into a twist

especially when it comes to you

man’s on a you to be as healthy as possible. ‘ain’t no way you’re not having a jog w me, y/n’ ‘ain’t no way you’re not eating this and that y/n’ ‘come to bed and snuggle w me even if it’s 8 pm y/n’

but ultimately he is the most amazing boyfriend ever

dinner dates

breakfast dates

dates dates dates

the moment he’s got a free period he’s taking you somewhere

cuddling before bed >>>

like i said, so freaking touchy and you LOVE it

[asordinaryppl]

A3! Backstage Story Translation - Sakyo Furuichi R: The Road to Gaining Muscles - Part 2

Sakyo: Takato and Settsu. That’s a rare combination.

Tasuku: When I came back from my job, Settsu had just come back from university.

Banri: And since there’d still be some time till dinner, Director-chan told us to take a bath.

Sakyo: I see.

Banri: So, what were we talkin’ about?

Tasuku: Training, yeah?

Banri: Oh yeah, you two will be in that magazine together, right?

Sakyo: Hm? Yeah.

Banri: You’ll probably be showin’ off your skin, so wouldn’t it be better if you got some training in? You’re skinny, Sakyo-san. Take a page from Tasuku-san’s book.

Sakyo: …

Tasuku: You don’t have to stare so hard…

Sakyo: Anybody would be considered thin if you compared ‘em to Takato in the first place.

Banri: Even so, you’re still smaller when you add me to the equation.

Sakyo: … Well, I did think I should put some real effort into working out since I’ll be featured. It’s work, after all.

Sakyo: So, Takato, any advice you could give would be appreciated.

Tasuku: Of course. Feel free to ask me anything.

Banri: But won’t Tasuku-san’s training menu be too difficult? I think it’d be better if you started off with something simple.

Tasuku: That’s true. Let’s see…

-

Sakyo: If I’m not wrong, I had a measuring tape around… there it is.

Sakyo: (What Settsu said pissed me off, but… I should start with what we talked about yesterday.)

-

[Flashback starts]

Tasuku: If you’re going to start training, I think it would be a good idea to keep records. Seeing changes clearly could motivate you.

Tasuku: For example, you could use a measuring tape to measure your waist circumference.

Sakyo: A measuring tape, huh…

Banri: That sounds good. It’ll be an opportunity for Sakyo-san to once again realize just how skinny he is.

Sakyo: You’re so damn annoying.

[Flashback ends]

-

Sakyo: Geez, they all talk about others so damn rudely…

Sakyo: (Well, I’ve made up my mind about training, I should measure myself as I was told to.)

Sakyo: (Could be that I just look thin, but numbers would say otherwise.)

Sakyo: …

Sakyo: … That’s thinner than I expected.

[Door opening]

Azami: I’m back– Huh, what’re you doing?

Sakyo: … No, I’m not doing anything. More importantly, you’re back earlier than usual.

Azami: Only had morning classes today.

Sakyo: I see…

Azami: …

Sakyo: I’m going out for a bit.

Azami: Sure…

[Sakyo leaves, the door closes]

Azami: What was he doing with that measuring tape…

Azami: Could he have been…

-

Sakyo: Are we having fried chicken today?

Taichi: It smells crazy good! Thanks for the meal!

Banri: Today’s meal looks delicious, too.

Omi: I made a lot, so eat as much as you want.

Juza: Will do.

Azami: …

Taichi: A-chan? You’re not gonna eat?

Azami: —

Taichi: Eh!? A-chan? Why’re you droppin’ your fried chicken on Sakyo-nii’s plate?

Banri: Newcomer harassment?

Sakyo: What’s gotten into you?

Azami: Don’t you even dare consider going on a diet.

Sakyo: … Huh? A diet?

Azami: What good will it do you if you get even thinner? Eat proper meals.

Sakyo: Ah, yeah… Guess you’re right.

Sakyo: …

Taichi: Sakyo-nii looks sorta happy.

Banri: I think Azami’s misunderstandin’ something… Guess it’s better to leave them be, though.

Taichi: Huh?

Banri: It’s nothin’. Let’s chow.

part 1 | part 2

[jamneuromain]

When Pigs Fly

Steve Rogers x You (Reader)

Warning: Swearing, a lil humor, a lil fluff, agent!reader

W/C: 1.7K

Summary: Is there a chance for Captain America, to be your friend?

A/N: Big smooch to @rogerswifesblog, who forms this idea with me together.

Steve is using his serious face again.

He crosses his arms, standing upright, looking down at you with a stern look.

“You were reckless in the field, Agent.” He addresses you coldly, “I will not tolerate that sort of behavior.”

This isn’t the first time when you argue with Steve Rogers because of the way you behave in the field. If you are being honest, Captain Rogers himself is also behaving recklessly, doing stupid shit all day, with no one up on his ass.

“And I saved the team. You’re welcome.” You retort back, fiddling with your tactical suit and the stains of dirt.

“Nearly killing yourse-” Anger bubbles in his stomach. Steve takes a deep breath, calming himself, “until further evaluation, you’re on desk duty.”

You don’t care about desk duty. You could fool those tests easily and get back into the field in no time. But you can’t help but tease him, wiggling your eyebrows, “killing myself? Care so much about me, Capitaine? What, you have a crush on me or something?”

You swear, some newbie gasps in the background.

Utter silence.

You witness Steve’s ears flush red, while his jaw clenches.

Quinjet is so quiet that you could drop a needle on the ground, and the whole team can hear it.

“Landing in five.” A pilot speaks through the broadcasting system.

“NO.” He pushes the words out of his tight lips, “no, Agent, I do not have a crush on you. Now sit back and report to the mission center after landing. You are off the team for a month. End of discussion.”

Wow, I wonder if someone takes the wrong medicine this morning.

They would’ve taken you off the team completely if you weren’t one of the best field agents.

They still need you.

But you’ve poked the Captain enough for today.

“Aye aye, Captain.” You buckle yourself into the uncomfortable seat, patting the dust on your sleeves.

“Damn, desk duty again?” Sam, who’s around the mission center when you submit your evaluation form, asks you in surprise, “what did you do this time?”

You press your lips into a flat line and shrug, “reckless. Guilty as charged.” You eye your paperwork while mouthing “Captain America”.

Sam huffs out a laugh, “c’mon, it’s been what, two weeks? Since you have been back on the field? You really pissed him off, huh?”

You nod to the mission dispatch lady at the front desk, swinging your backpack over your shoulder. You can’t tell if you pissed off THE Steve Rogers. However, you know, deep down, that if he is angry, you will face something much worse. You don’t know how you will face an angrier version of him, which makes you slightly uncomfortable.

You choose to steer away from the topic, “I’m heading to the weapon room to return my stuff, you coming?”

“Uh-huh, I’m picking up my gears there.” Sam smiles, gesturing to the special elevator five feet away, “might as well use the shortcut.”

The weapon room is a few floors below. Instead of taking the staff elevator, which is three hundred feet away, Sam is kind enough to let you ride the “Avengers only” elevator with him, leading to the conference hall floors below.

You can hear two voices before you even reach the conference hall.

“…can’t do this, Buck.”

“…then what?”

Sam murmurs quietly: “Speak of the devil.”

“…risking her LIFE! I can’t exactly watch…”

The conference hall is empty. The only possibility is that Steve and Bucky are talking in one of the conference rooms down the hall.

The voices getting clearer as you approach one of the rooms, the glass door of which clearly leaves on open by accident.

“Geez, calm down, punk.” You hear Bucky speaks in a low voice, “you like her or something?”

Awkward silence.

Sam spares a glance at you briefly.

You keep your face strict. Even the world’s most impressive interrogator couldn’t read anything from your expression right now.

“…I don’t like her.”

You hear Steve say.

Cold. Distant. Indifferent.

It will be lying to admit if his words didn’t just hurt you.

All this time, you thought at least, you and Steve could reach the bar of “barely-friends”.

Hearing he doesn’t like you is like a bucket of ice water dropped from your head, helping you realize that work buddies don’t socialize. Colleagues will never be true friends.

Not in your line of work.

Well, it’s his loss. You scoff, walking further away from the room they are in, nearly stomping your boots off.

Bucky catches a glimpse of Sam passing from the door. He lowers his voice even more: “I’m on your side, punk. I can tell-”

Steve shakes his head, carrying the shield on his back, clearly doesn’t want to continue this conversation,“see you in the training room in twenty.”

Steve pushes through the door.

He does not have you in sight, but his super hearing captures Sam and you.

“I’m sure Steve means it in a good way.”

“Yeah, when pigs fly.”

It is two weeks later when Steve sees you in such a big compound again.

He is supposed to deliver his mission report to the mission center when he runs into you, knocking over the box of files in your hands.

You look surprised, but only a little, crouching to pick up the files. “Hello, Captain.”

“Hello Agent.” He feels sorry, helping you to put the files back into the box, “how’s desk duty? No hard feelings, right?”

You don’t know whether he’s mocking or just caring.

“Not as exciting as in the field, but I’ll manage.” You cover the box with a lid, avoiding his gaze, “not my first time anyway.”

You speak with a careless tone, as if nothing truly frustrates you.

Steve has checked your evaluation progress. There is only one assessment left. His own.

He has been pending the result for three days, yet he still could not determine whether or not to let you back in the field.

On the one hand, you are one of the best agents he knows. You are loyal, decisive, and above all, capable.

On the other hand, you are truly reckless. Some might even say cold blood when you are evaluating your life against others.

You tend to choose others over your own.

Two weeks ago, if it hadn’t been you taking out the last bomb on the very last second of the countdown, it could have been one-half of the team that was buried under the building, him included.

You also could have died because you try to disarm it even if he told you to retreat to rendezvous.

“Do you need anything else, Captain Rogers?”

You ask him with the heavy box under your arm.

He feels sorry for you, somehow. Steve wants to make it up to you.

“We’re having pizza night, tonight, in the compound. Sam, Bucky, Nat…a small group of people, basically everyone you know. We thought it’d be nice if you could join us.”

They didn’t.

They don’t know about this.

It is purely his idea to have you join them. To get to know you better.

It’s not even pizza night tonight. He said so because he figured you would be more comfortable with familiars around.

“Raincheck.” A polite smile hanging on your lips, “schedule’s full tonight. Sorry.”

Your heartbeat perks up, because you are lying, and he hears it.

“…OK. Maybe sometime next week?” He asks hopefully.

You love pizza. But he made it clear to you, socializing with heroes is dangerous. And he might not want you there. He doesn’t even like you. He probably asks you out of politeness.

Why would you embarrass yourself when you don’t know all of them that well?

You come so close to smiling at his attempt, “Captain Rogers, we’re not the same kind of person. I get it. You don’t have to do this. We don’t have to be friends.”

He sighs, putting up his hands as a sign of giving up, “not the slightest of chance?”

“When pigs fly.” You joke, “seriously, though, have a good night, Captain Rogers.”

Steve goes to bed that night, can’t stop thinking about you.

He mutters God knows how many times “I don’t have a crush on her” before he could go to sleep.

Two more weeks flew by when you receive an anonymous note.

Two simple words.

“Look outside.”

There’s swooshing sound outside. Your colleagues are rushing out of the compound in laughter. Some open the window, also laughing.

You wonder if there is a gas leak.

However, you follow them out of the building for your own sanity, looking up as most of them point their phones to the sky.

Swooshing sound grows louder.

You crane your neck and see the most unbelievable thing in your life - and you are saying this when you can see Hulk’s transformation and Ironman’s suit on a weekly basis.

Ironman’s suit - no, a small Ironsuit with a pig in it, is flying across the compound in low air.

The Ironsuit literally has four legs.

The pig is squeaking, thrusters are booming, ridiculous and laughable at the same time.

Never in one day of your life have you ever thought of the proverb “pigs fly” would come true.

“We’re doing pizza night, wanna come?” A familiar voice stands on your left. You know who spoke before you turn your head and look.

“Pigs fly. Steve. Wow.” You exclaim, “how did you get it done?”

Steve Rogers beams, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. He is only wearing a simple shirt and jeans, his hands in his pockets, giving off a relaxing vibe.

“Well, Tony helped. Clint too, he offered a piglet.”

“Unbelievable.” You shake your head in amusement.

“So, pizza night…?”

“If pigs can fly,” you point to the sky, a genuine smile on your lips, “why not?”

Bonus:

You meet Tony on your way back to the building.

Tony pointed at Steve with his index finger, “you, Mister Rogers, owe me. Big time.”

Steve and you exchange a knowing look. Steve grins, “thank you, Tony. The plan worked.”

“Oh no. That’s not what I’m talking about.” Tony grinds his teeth, “Nobody told me that pigs could shit their pants ... shit their suit.”

You smother your laugh with your palm, shaking like a leaf in the autumn air.

The billionaire let out a shriek, “now that lump of meatloaf has ruined my million-dollar custom-made suit. Shit. Shitted - HOW AM I GOING TO EXPLAIN THIS TO PEPPER???"

[soleil-read]

The last installment of The Reluctant Male Bridgerton Re-watch.

We sat down and binged the last 3 episodes as he was busy on Thursday evening and leaving on Friday morning. So here's the recap until season 3 (in no particular order)

1) "these two have the best chemistry. Much better than the first couple. But i think cuz one doesn't look so young. I have no idea how anyone will beat them." Kanthony for the win!

2) "they tease each other like brothers, they did great casting." A/B/C

3) "ooh, someone is scheming the other one. Is he playing her or is she playing him?" Lord Featherington and Portia

4) "I think Edwina has the right to be pissed. But how are they gonna fix it so those two can marry?"

5) "uhh, Eloise keeps going back to this guy. Remember when I thought it was gonna be the Footman? Oops, got that one wrong!"

6) "so Colin is starting to like Penelope now heh? it's good to see that cuz he was so hung up on the other one, I couldn't figure how he was gonna start liking Penelope but I can sort of see it happening now." Said after the cake-purpose scene. But he unfortunately changes his tune at the end of the episode.

7) "the acting is much better this season. Like everyone is good. I think the Bridgerton mom is really good. And the Queen is good too."

8) "I predict Portia kills Lord Featherington during the ball." Haha! What a scandal that would have been!

9) "I like that there are so many unresolved storylines going into season 3. Like the art guy and Penelope and Eloise. Like it's not just gonna be about a couple, other things are happening. Season 2 was better than season 1 for that too."

10) "not gonna lie, I like this over Pride and Prejudice. It has funny moments and more drama. I'm not as bored. I'll watch season 3 when it comes out." So another Bridgerton fan was made in less than a month, nice!

11) "I like that those two fought. Like it made them interesting, but I think they'll make up, before Colin and Penelope at least." Gosh, I really hope Peneloise are back in season 3.

12) "ouch, she's had a rough night. I thought he was supposed to be kind to Penelope? But I guess that's the way guys are, all talk and everything is for laughs. But the way he says it, I mean, damn!" He actually read the scene as Colin making fun of Pen. I wont post what he actually said cuz I vehemently disagreed that THAT is how the show meant for Colin to perceive Penelope. And I was a bit shocked he viewed it that way. Anyway, he thinks Penelope shouldn't forgive and move on. I spoiled him about the books and showed him the Season 3 pics in hopes to turn the tide. It's interesting to note that his view of Colin hasn't been overly favorable whereas I think Colin is a great character. More impassioned and impulsive than the books but overly a good guy. His views on Penelope aren't as clear. He loves her reactions mostly. Although he says she's a better character in season 2 over season 1.

13) "geez, this show sure likes to show the guys going downtown on the ladies. Its like the Bridgerton sex trademark!" OMG, 🤣

14) "Okay, is everyone just watching these two make out? The moms are right there!" Epilogue, haha

So that's it. It's been a lot of fun watching through the eyes of a non-Bridgerton fan. Kept me more honest. Both Colin and Penelope are not perfect, but I can't wait to see them grow and develop as individual characters and as a couple. Season 3 cannot come soon enough.

Thanks for sticking around! I encourage everyone who can, find a reluctant male (it doesn't have to be your spouse, mine was my ex) and do your own re-watch. We could start a series, lol!

[azukisoul]

Translation of GinHiji manga: Super Nerve-wrecking First Date by okn___gh (Twitter)

MANGA LINK | Out of courtesy to the artist I'm not reposting her art here, please visit the tweet, refer to the translation as you read along, and show the artist some love!

Link to the translation on Twitter

Translation

[page 1]

H: I'm currently...

H: ...inconceivably nervous.

H: Because I'm on a first d... date... with this guy.

H: Dammit.

H: I can't act like I usually do.

H: I always end up overthinking it.

H: To be honest, not a word he said is registering in my brain.

G: Man, the build-up in the second half of the new Pedoro movie is godlike!

H: It's taking everything in me just to respond.

H: Yeah...

H: ...Geez. The Demon Vice Chief sure is pathetic...

H: Anyway, why is this guy so relaxed?

G: To think that Pedoro would do something like that...

H: His act has not changed a bit from the usual.

H: Hmph. Is he used to this kind of stuff?

H: That carefree attitude pisses me off!

H: ...

H: ...is it just me?

H: Is it just me who's...

[page 2]

*grabs...*

H: Huh??

H: ...Ah.

H: Wai—

H: Wha...

H: Yorozuya—

H: ...grk.

H: Ack!

H: Dammit!

H: Doesn't even think about how I'm feeling!

G: ...Hijikata-kun, your face is beet red, you know?

H: Shuddup...!

H: I'm not used to this, unlike you!

H: Awful.

H: So it really is just me.

H: I'm the one who's getting so worked up,

H: so high-strung...

H: ...

H: ...Hm?

[page 3]

H: Wait... this guy...

H: Yorozuya.

G: Hm?

H: Your...

H: ...hand is so damn sweaty...

*SHOCK*

G: Huh?

*stares*

H: You... What's with that face you're making?

G: Y-You too, Hijikata-kun!

G: Why would you point it out so bluntly!?

H: ...You were so relaxed until just now, though.

H: Why are you getting so worked up over me just pointing out about your sweaty hand?

H: Your face is beet red.

G: Ugh..  Aaagh! Geez!

[page 4]

G: I...

G: I'm nervous, okay!

G: All this time!

G: I'm on a date with someone I like, so of course I'd be!

G: Dammit... I don't look cool at all now! Really...

G: Stupid ass sweaty hands!

H: I see.

H: So it wasn't just me.

H: Heh.

G: Agh!

G: Y-You—what are you laughing about!

H: Being able to put up such a calm front but getting found out by some sweaty hands is just like you.

G: Wha—

H: Besides, if you hadn't held my hand, I wouldn't have noticed your sweaty hands at all.

G: I-I just wanted to hold hands at least once during the date!

G: Is that so bad, bastard!?

H: Oh, really. *ba-dump...*

H: Being like this at our age... How pathetic.

H: Us both.

[gungoo4lifer]

First impressions

summary: gun's ugly ass meets goo for the first time

Goo lets out a chuckle at how ridiculous that sounds. "Test me, huh?.. You damn bastard. Is that a death wish?''

The fake blonde dares, the smirk on his lips getting wider in a mocking way. But it seems he wasn't the only one who was annoyed by the other.

''Im annoyed too.. I've been ordered to start with a test.'' The obsidian eyed guy with white irises replies, his teeth clenched in annoyance, both of his hands resting on his pockets. Goo looks up and down at the guy, who was wearing a dark gray jacket with simple black pants, a light blue scarf with white strings completing his outfit... this guy may be good looking, but come on now, who in their right mind wears a scarf when it's not even that cold?

It's alright. He can choke him with it later.

He'll keep that in mind.

Park Jonggun, huh? Well, Goo heard about him several times at the center, but he never really saw him face to face. He didn't even know anything about him either, only some ridiculous rumors about how ''strong'' he was and his name was all Goo knew about Gun.

''Tch.. Bring it on then.''

----------

''You want me to test this guy?''

''Joongoo Kim, yes.'' Charles confirms, both of their gaze on the picture of that blonde guy, who's name Gun just learned. ''JoonGoo Kim, huh? If the chairman himself is commanding that i should test him, maybe he's not just some useless guy.. ''

''And i'm assuming that he'll be the next genius in the ten geniuses then?'' Gun asks, moving off his gaze from the picture of the blonde to look up at the chairman's face, Charles nods slightly as a reply before continuing,

''If he's good enough to join us, of course. I've heard that he fights pretty well and violent, considering that he only beats up people for a nice price, he'll accept our offer without even thinking since we'll make a lot of cash.''

Gun stays silent, only nodding in agreement to the chairman's words.

But in reality, he was utterly annoyed with every inch of his body. He tried his best to not show any sign of annoyance in order to not be disrespectful towards the chairman, but Charles could clearly see that Gun was annoyed anyway.

After some time of Charles giving informations about this guy named Goo to Gun, Gun was now ready to go and test him. Or in other words, beat him up to a bloody pulp until he agrees to join.

And now, he's outside of Goo's school, his gaze carefully on the school gate as he leans against a wall with a cigarette stick between his lips. ''This is ridiculous.''

--------

30 minutes. It's been 30 damn minutes since Gun started looking for Goo outside. Yet, this damn piss haired bastard just won't fucking come out.. Does he knows that Gun is looking for him? Is that why he didn't come out? Gun made sure to go there when the school was almost over so that that Goo guy can come out soon and he can end this quick. The sooner is starts, the sooner it comes to an end. Yet, almost every single student left school, and even the teachers are starting to leave, but he still hasn't see any tracks of Goo.

''Did i miss him? fuck..''

You know what? To hell with this bullshit. He's been waiting for half an hour just for a fake blonde bastard to come out, but why in the world isn't he coming out? Perhaps he didn't go to school today?

After a minute of debating if he should just walk up to a random student and ask if they've seen Goo around, he finally decides to just go and ask someone.. not so professional, is he..

Shaking her friend's arm that she was grabbing firmly, she whispers to the other girl with an excited tone, ''Shh! Myeong! Myeong!''

''What?! Geez, whats wrong with you all of a sudden?!'' The other girl whispers back, not even knowing the reason why they were whispering.

''Oh my- Look- look at there! Oh god- do- DO I LOOK GOOD?! DOES MY HAIR LOOKS FINE??'' The confused girl slightly turns his gaze to wherever her friend was pointing with the side of her eyes, and oh god.

Did she.. die and went to heaven? or did she just saw an angel.. (more like a devil if she knew him)

Her eyes widens in excitement, a red tint spreading across both of her cheeks as she stares at the guy that was walking towards them in pure awe displaying in her eyes.

''Push me!! push me!! NOW!!'' she whispers, receiving a sly chuckle from the other. ''okay! okay!''

Walking up to the 2 students, Gun prepares himself to start talking as he slides his hand down on his pockets to get his phone, ''Hey, did you girls see-''

His speech gets interrupted when he sees that one of the girl was ''accidently'' falling right onto his body, luckily, his reflections was quick enough to catch the girl and gently holds her on his arms, ''You okay?''

The girl's cheeks gets redder than it was ever before as she gazes upon Gun's invisible eyes caused by the sunglasses Gun was wearing, her hands slightly trembling in excitement. ''kyaah!! this is just like in k-dramas!!''

''U-uhh- y..yeah! I-im okay- t-thank you for catching me, haha!'' She puts up a smile nervously as she backs away from Gun, even though she didn't want to.

''Hey! You're not from this school, are you? Why are you here, oppa?'' The other girl asks, Gun can't help but get annoyed by the sudden nickname. He decides to ignore it.

''You're right, i'm not from this school. I came here to, ask you girls something'' He says as he puts his hand in his pocket to pull out his phone, the girls looks at each other even more excited, they can't read each others minds, but they know damn well what they're thinking right now. 'Oh my god! Is he going to ask for our number?!''

''Is there any chances that any of you know this guy right here?'' He asks, showing them a picture of Goo, and receiving a reaction he didn't expect at all.. the girls were suddenly.. terrified?

''Oh- uhm. T..thats Goo.. K-Kim.. you know him?'' The girl asks nervously, Gun raises one of his eyebrows slightly 'Hes pretty popular, isn't he?'

''..Kind of.''

Both of the girls looks at each other before turning back to Gun, ''Uhm.. yeah we know him.. but.. w-why are you searching for him though?''

Letting out a deep sigh, he continues, ''Just- did any of you see him around here today or not?''

Both of the girls shakes their heads to left and right. ''Goo rarely comes to school, oppa, he didn't come to school today either.. are you his frie-''

''Oh for fucks sake..'' Gun grumbles under his breath in annoyance as he turns his back to walk away, but a shout stops him in his tracks. ''O-oppa! Wont you give us your number?'' One of the girls asks, Gun just raises his hand in reply without even turning his back to look at them, continuing to walk.

''Ah, he's a hard one to get, isn't he..'' The girl mummers, then immediately turning to the other girl. ''lets go find his social medias."

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''Mother fucker.. Stupid mother fucker.. wasted a whole fucking hour of my damn life.. does he thinks that my time is as cheap as his is? fucking idiot..'' Grunting under his heavy breath, ignoring the glances he got from the others while taking rough steps with both of his hands clenched, a cigarette between his lips.

''If he's not in his school, where the fuck is he? that damn chairman.. he knows damn well where Goo is, yet he just wants to make me suffer.. oh for fucks sake..''

While grumbling, he stops on his tracks, both of his eyebrows slightly raising in surprise, a smirk creeping on his face. ''Finally.''

A light blonde hair, glasses, a dark jacket with.. two dragons on each sides? Gun can't really tell what those two creatures was since the blonde guy was a little further away from him, he could see that Goo was talking to a short, black haired guy who also had glasses, his friend, perhaps? the corner of his lips curving into a satisfied smirk, Gun flicks his cigarette to a near trash can and leans his back on a wall, watching Goo and the other guy carefully. They were talking, but of course he couldn't hear what they were talking about, but it doesn't take long for Gun to realize that the other guy was probably a customer of Goo, considering that the money the shorter guy took off from his pockets and gave it to the blonde, or maybe Goo was threatening him and forcing him to?

Whatever, Gun couldn't care less. The only thing Gun desired and cared at the moment was to beat up that guy's pretty face.

...''pretty'' face?

Yeah.. he has such a pretty face, doesn't he? judging from his flawless face, it probably costs him lots of skin care products and routines, Gun thinks to himself.

Whatever! Pretty boys arent his type anyway.

Shaking his head to left and right, Gun clears his thoughts, now going back to watch the two guys. He sees Goo count all the money that was in his palms with a wide smile, after saying a few words to the other guy, he finally turns his back and prepares to leave, so does Gun.

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''Now its time to think what i should do with all these money Cicada just gave me! A brand new anime merch? A new, soft plushie? Oh, oh, i should just buy a-..'' Someone dares to interrupt his thoughts with throwing a cola can at the back of his head to get his attention. ''The fuck?''

''Oi.''

Turning his head back to see who the fuck in the world just dared to throw a damn cola can at HIM, the great Joon Goo Kim, aka the most strong, dangerous, handsome, muscular, pretty, strong, handsome, intimidating, handsome, perfect, strong, stunning, dangerous, pretty, handsome, pretty, good looking man in Korea and worldwide, he can't help but get slightly surprised to see a face he has never seen before.

''What the-..Did-.. did you just throw a fucking cola ca-'' He gets interrupted, getting hit by a cola can once again, but this time, instead of his back, the aim was right into his face.

''Oh look, theres more cola cans,'' Gun's smirks gets widen before continuing his sentence, ''People really drink a lot here, huh? Dont you think so?''

Glaring at him with a stern frown, Goo remains silent, debating on if he should kill the guy for disrespecting him, or if he should kill the guy for mocking him. (hes too dumb to realize that they are quite the same thing)

''..You're not a familiar face..'' Goo mummers, adjusting his glasses and staring up and down at the guy, 'are you one of the guys's friends i stole money from?' stays at the tip of his tongue.

''Anyways! It's quite disrespectful to throw a cola can at someones head, ya know. If you really wanted my attention, you could've jus-''

''Fight me.''

A confused ''Huh?' leaves Goo's lips on its own at the guys sudden request, even though it sounded more like an.. order. Also confused at how fast the guys attidute changed. He was playful just a minute ago, and now he looked utterly stern and stoitic.

''Lets make this fast and quick, Kim Joongoo. Dont even dare to think of running away.''

'Running away? does this fucker thinks that i'm a coward or what?! or does he thinks he's so damn intimidating?!' And why the hell does he wants to fight me so suddenly? Helping someone?'

Despite his rage, he still somehow manages to smirk. ''You know my name too? I mean, i'm quite famous around here.. but.. let me get your name first.." he narrows his eyes, "Mr. freak eyes.''

Gun raises his eyebrows, taken aback by the sudden nickname.. oh, right, he forgot that he took of his sunglasses. 'Mr. freak eyes?'

''..Park JongGun.." he narrows his eyes back, "Mr. Piss hair.'' He says with clear disgust showing on his face. 'MR PISS HAIR?!'- oh wait! that name sounds familiar!'

''Ah! Now i recall!" He smiles widely. "Park JongGun, huh? I heard about you a lot at the center! Haha, it feels as if i'm meeting a celebrity.. so you came all the way down just to meet with me, huh?'' 'How romantic.'

''But say.." his smile fades away, now replaced with a stern expression. "First you throw a cola can at me, then you ask me to fight you out of the blue.. you think im a joke?!''

''Not ''ask'', it was an order.'' Gun fixes his mistake, ''Like i said.. lets make this fast and quick i need to test you.'' Gun says, his face stern as usual. 'A test?'

Goo lets out a chuckle at how ridiculous that sounds. "Test me, huh?.. You damn bastard. Is that a death wish?''

The fake blonde dares, the smirk on his lips getting wider in a mocking way. However, considering their overwhelming air, it seems he wasn't the only one who was annoyed by the other.

''Im annoyed too.. I've been ordered to start with a test.'' The dark eyed guy replies, his teeth clenched in annoyance, both of his hands resting on his pockets. Goo looks up and down to the guy, who was wearing a dark grey jacket with simple black pants, a light blue scarf with white strings completing his outfit... this guy may be good looking, but come on now, who in their right mind wears a scarf around their neck when it wasn't even that cold?

It's alright. He can choke him with it later.

He'll keep that in mind.

Park JongGun, huh? Well, Goo heard about him several times at the center, but he never really saw him face to face. He didn't even know anything about him either, only some ridicilious rumors about how ''strong'' he was and his name was all Goo knew about Gun.

''Tch.. Bring it on then.''

And thats how their fight, which lasted for hours starts.

'Oh for fucks sake.. im not in the mood for a fight right now.. Anyway! whatever, i'll just beat him up as soon as possible and then-' A heavy punch on his face was enough to interrupt Goo from his thoughts, luckily, he was fast enough to take of his glasses before he got hit. ''Mother fucker.'' Glaring at the guy who just punched him, he notices that Gun already took his jacket off, ''Damn you're a quick one, aren't you?'' He says with a smirk, wiping off the blood running down his nose.

''Stop grumbling. Let your fists talk, not your damn mouth.'' Aiming in for an another punch right into his face once again, he gets suprised when his punch goes on the air, a feet kicking his head behind him 'He dodged it?'

Dodging Gun's nonstopping punches and kicks, Goo debates on if he should use a weapon or not as he prepares himself to throw an another kick right onto Gun's guts, 'No. This bastard is probably like the other weak trashes, he wouldn't worth using a weapon.'

Or so he thought.

How weird.. he's the one on the ground right now, feeling the pressure of Gun's foot on his chest. Damn it. ''Well? Is that all you've go-'' A crowbar hitting on his face interrupts him, completely taking aback by the sudden move. 'Huh? A crowbar? Where the hell did he even find that?'

Frowning, Goo swings the crowbar at Gun's head, moving off when Gun's leg attacks the crowbar and gets up, his fist aiming for Goo's guts.

—---

Two hours.

It's been two fucking hours since they started fighting, and it didn't stop a single second since then.

What the actual fuck? How was this guy this strong? Or was he getting weaker?

Pure annoyance was displayed on Goo's now bloody face, along with his bloody clothes. Damn this fucker, he paid a lot for this shirt.

And for Gun? His face expression showed nothing but.. pleasure. That huge, wide grin that reached his ears, his wide obsidian eyes, making his white pupils look smaller…

Maybe his face was too bloody, Gun's cheeks seemed even more redder in Goo's eyes.

And his clothes? What clothes? Gun immediately torn off his shirt when the fight got overwhelmed, earning a grimace from Goo.

The pain coming from the sharp point of the wooden stick grazing through his chest only makes his grin widen.

That's it. That's fucking it.

Finally. He finally received the overwhelming, violent fight he has been craving, hell, desiring with every inch of his body for years, he never thought that this day would come, but here it is. So there really was someone as strong as hi-

"Yo, jackass!" The blonde's voice and attack interrupts him from his thoughts, creating an another scar on his cheek. "Focus."

Grinning, he wipes off the blood running through his cheek with the back of his hand. "That's it. That's it, Goo Kim. Come at me. Don't hold yourself back in the slightest." Dodging the stick that was about to insert in his neck, he grabs Goo's arm, throwing him onto the ground, the crack on the wall being enough to show how hurtful it must felt for Goo.

Gritting his teeth in utter annoyance, his grip on the wooden stick tightens. This fucker. He just ruined his soft and smooth skin! His shirt is barely even a shirt at this point! Was he trying to get him to rip off his shirt? Goo couldn't tell.

As Gun was about to aim an another punch onto his face since Goo was already on the wall, he lets out a groan in both pain and surprise when Goo kicks his face with full force, not giving him a second to get up, immediately sitting on top of him, extending the sharpest point of the wooden stick on his neck.

As he panted in exhaustion, Goo's eyebrows knits, frowning down at the male under him. "What's… huff.. what's your last words… you.. mother fucker.."

Gasping for air before responding, the widest grin Goo has ever witnessed in his entire life displays on the raven haired guy's face. "You have no fucking idea how turned i am right now."

.. what?

Wide eyed, Goo now realizes the hard bulge under him. As he was about to look down, Gun's fist stops him, now being able to get up since Goo was no longer on top of him. "Fuckingh- pervert! Did- did you seriously got hard by fucking?! Are you a masochist or Wha-" The kick on his face seems to be enough for him to move off his gaze from Gun's hard bulge.

Hiding his hard bulge with his hand, Gun frowns. "Don't fucking stare at my boner when we fight."

That's it. That was the last drop.

Grabbing the scarf that was already on the floor and had dust in it, he runs toward the raven haired guy, wrapping the scar around his neck without even giving him a second to adjust, then tightening the scar around his neck, pressing his foot against Gun's head with force, as he was now on top of him, once again. But this time, he was standing, with one of his foot on his head, and the other on his back, Gun's grunts making him want to kill him right there right now even more.

Because he couldn't tell if those grunts were caused by of pain or pleasure.

Leaning in closer to the guy's face, Goo moves his foot away from Gun's head, now, harshly grabbing his dark locks and making him stare at him with his narrowed eyes.

A wide smirk spreads on Gun's lips, as saliva drooled down on his bloody lips. "Is this all you've got?"

Goo finds himself thrown at the air the next second, now the scarf wrapped around his neck instead of Gun's.

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The pants of the two guys fills the alley, the scent of the blood surrounding around them, every inch of their body feeling sore, now noticing the sun slowly going down, the area darkening. And how many hours have been passed? None of them could tell.

The other guy extends his slight shaky hand to his pocket, praying that his cigarette package wasn't smashed enough. The desire to smile takes over when he sees that one of the cigarettes was still good enough for him to smoke, yet, his aching body doesn't lets him to do so.

Placing the cigarette between his lips, he lights it, not noticing the glare he got from the blonde lying next to him.

After exhaling a deep drag of the cigarette, he pulls it out from his lips and extends it to Goo, silently asking 'want a drag?'

Smacking his hand away was the first thought that pops in his mind. Yet, he couldn't even move his body at this point. Instead, he says between pants, "I.. i don't smoke."

Gun takes another drag but now in annoyance as his attempted indirect kiss ended up with failure.

[yourbestpalpercy]

(ACK—- so sorry that it took so long to get this out!! I had to get the motivation to work on mobile because personally, I don’t like working on stories on mobile. Also, disregard my last post about how the next thing I write will not be connected to my au, I genuinely thought I would get that story out before this one—)

Everest stayed on the train, glaring as she watched 8 step off the train. They didn’t even realize that Everest was there! They just talked to some old bag of bones that came down there with them! He looked a gust or a small flick away from keeling over DEAD.

Everest hated how happy they both looked. So carefree. So unaware that their arrival had spelt doom for her guardian.

‘...what’s stopping me from attacking them? I’m not weak to ink! They could do nothing to me if I attacked them…’ Everest’s thoughts spiraled deeper and deeper. The deeper they went, the heavier urges for revenge they turned into.

Soon, Everest just slid off of the chair and covered her face. She just wanted to cry as she sat down. She couldn’t fire the NILS Statue as long as 8 was here. It frustrated her to no end that she needed to wait to get her father back! Everest needed to wait until that octopus and their dusty grandpa peeled their ways out of the metro and probably had to wait until Operator was around to witness the beam hit and- uuuggghhhhh— why did Everest have to wait for so damn long!?

CQ moved his way into the cart Everest sulked in and looked up at her, “Any other tests you wish to retry, Everest? Maybe Brute Rollup Station? Test B12? The other Rainmaker test, perhaps? Test F09?” Everest slowly looked up from her hands at the sea cucumber before her.

“I-...look, I don’t know. Just- just take me to all the various tests and don’t stop until 8 is off the damn train. Is Operator back from Test A02 right now?”

CQ seemed alarmed by the request and sputtered, “But- uh- I have- other–...are you sure? 8 has tests that they need to do too. Y-You haven’t even unlocked all of the tests even after 4-9 years down here!” CQ didn’t answer to the last part, too stunned by the request.

Everest suddenly grabbed CQ tightly, shocking the sea cucumber, “CQ I swear to The Leviathan, RIGHT now is NOT a good time to piss me off! Just take me to the tests!” Everest resisted the urge to throw CQ into the ground and instead, placed him back on the ground and nudged him out the door. “Okay! Okay! I get it! Geez!” CQ squawked back and crawled as fast as he could back to the conductor’s cart just as 8 reboarded. Everest’s nose twitched and she narrowed her eyes before she sat back down out of view.

Once the train got moving to the first test, CQ came crawling over to 8 and told them that today, they had a strange schedule and that their desired test would come up eventually and to not be alarmed when the train is not there when 8 has completed the test.

8 understood with a nod. They quickly sat down and messed around on their stupid CQ-80. Every single thing that 8 did just made Everest angrier. They didn’t deserve to live a carefree life. They…they were who was going to be spared from the NILS Statue blast. Everest wanted to kill 8 with her own hands…

***

The very second that the train had come back to the central station, Everest leapt off the train. She messed with her frizzy and mostly unbrushed hair. Operator left the train just behind her with a relieved sigh; its face and hands were coated in sanitized ink and its coat was heavily stained as well, “Gosh, that took forever. Gonna need to get a deep cleaning and wash out my jacket!” It said as it passed by Everest. Its smile faded the second it saw Everest’s wavering form.

Operator looked scared once again, frowning and moving away quickly. “Oh...hi uh…I-I thought it would be a bit longer until you…got off…” Everest stared at Operator before cracking a soft, weird smile.

“Dad…” Everest murmured; Operator looked a little sick when he heard her, “No, I have plans, father. Good plans…” Operator stared back at Everest. Seeing Everest’s strange, shaky smile made him weary. “You’ll be back to your real self, dad…!” Everest folded her hands with a smile.

“I-I don’t understand…” Operator whispered, “D-Do I even want to understand…?” They were cautious and still stepping back away until they were standing directly where they had been standing before.

“You will soon, Dad. Once you’re back to being yourself that is…” Operator stepped forward and tried to ask Everest but it was too late, she sank into the Kamabo Co. Labs entrance; disappeared under its white waves of light.

Everything will be okay soon.

Everest knew it deep down inside her.

Everest walked the route, through the various phases, rising higher and higher to the very top of the leviathan-esk creation. Through her eyes, it almost felt like she was claiming her chieftain status at last. The status she had been destined for since her birth. It was about time.

There was the occasional sanitized octoling or sanitized octarian asking Everest what was happening to which she would only answer in a soft, formal voice, “A new dawn. My father and guardian will wake up from his delusions once I’m done. I need you all to prepare for takeover,” and move on before they could question it more.

7 wasn’t around right now but oh well, she would need her sleep to get through what was about to happen. Takeover and all.

Finally, Everest found herself in the same place that Commander Tartar had brought her up to so many times. No one had noticed as the statue became more complete over the long years. This was going to be a breeze! Everyone in Inkopolis was a bumbling moron exactly as Tartar told her!

“Oh Tartar wouldn’t stop giggling excitedly and laughing like a maniac if he was really here now. Hahaha~! I can fill in the lack of laughter for him though!” Everest grinned wider. She spun her golf club and fit it comfortably at her side. She took a deep breath of the salty, ocean air. A feeling of sorrow went through Everest just as she shook her head. Tartar would be proud of her, she insisted. Something shifted behind her but Everest was too caught up in her plan to get her guardian back to notice or care.

Enough dawdling now.

It was time to get her father back at last.

Everest moved to the room in the other eye and stood inside the control room. The entire room was lit up by the screens and colors alone. Tartar had shown her the correct buttons.

“Let me show you. The cannon is completely nonfunctional right now. All that will happen are a few error messages, my life will not be discovered, okay Everest?” Everest nodded to her guardian that day, imagining being up here besides the commander when they fired the NILS Statue, “One day, this might be you firing this statue and bringing order to life once again. If that happens, polar cub, just know, I’ll be proud of you,” Everest remembered Tartar cupping her cheek with a warm smile on its face. That vision felt so empty knowing that Tartar would not entirely be around to witness it; it made Everest feel dead once more.

Everest slaved over the keyboard, studying it and all of its wondrous lights. She pressed the needed buttons and a prompt showed up on screen.

> You are attempting to fire the cannon, charge the laser?

Everest selected the ‘Yes’ option. ‘Charging…’ the screen now said and Everest nodded, leaving the room behind her. The eye shined with sunlight. Everest was excited.

It was time at LAST-!

Something tackled her to the ground. Everest let out a sickening yell. She spun on her back long enough to see a flash of magenta. Without skipping a beat, she placed her legs into the being’s stomach and catapulted them off of her. Everest sprinted to grab her golf club right in front of the figure. She had forgotten it was there. The new figure seemed to perfectly predict Everest’s course of action because they snatched the golf club and swung it down onto Everest’s hands.

Everest let out a sharp hiss and yanked her hands away from the figure. She got up and finally met the octoling’s purple eyes. “8…” Everest spat, looking 8 over. They must’ve followed her up here without her knowing..

“Operator wasn’t lying. Tartar really did find a human…” 8 muttered.

“He did. I’m Everest,” Everest cracked a harsh smile, placing her hand on her chest and weirdly bowing.

8 stepped back. The statue slowly started to open its mouth and begin charging its laser already. Such a noise probably sounded pothering for 8, to Everest however, it was a great sound, her father’s heart would beat again. The feeling of dread now hung in the air for both tense lifeforms. The beating sounded uncannily similar to Everest’s heavy, pounding heart. She was so, so angry at 8. 8 stepped back, keeping Everest’s golf club away from her.

“Everest, huh? How did he make you, huh?”

“He didn’t. I found him actually! Wandered myself right down from the beast of Mount Everest and into those dark pits, large enough to fit that whole mount easily. We found each other that day and he’s been training me for this day ever since!” Everest held out her hand, “Golf club,” She demanded sternly, “I can see you have dualies on you. You don’t need my golf club. Let’s make this a fair fight. After all, you’ve already taken enough from me.”

8 stepped back again with a nervous glare upon their face, “Ink- doesn’t even work on you! If anything, I need this golf club to avoid dying!” The hellfire inside of Everest burned brighter and she heaved.

“You’ve taken enough!! Give me my golf club NOW!” Everest yelled and suddenly grabbed onto the golf club. 8 let out a shriek and jerked the golf club upwards and hit Everest in the jaw. Everest stumbled over and rubbed her jaw. She could already taste the blood. “Heh. Good hit…” Everest cracked a sharp grin. It seemed to finally activate 8’s fight or flight.

8 charged at Everest and slammed the golf club into the ground just as Everest dodged back and to the side, moving behind 8 like an untouchable spirit. Everest kicked 8 in the back as hard as she could. 8 let out a cry and fell forward onto their hands and knees. They nearly instantly recovered, rolling and spinning to face Everest. They leapt to their feet and swung the golf club at the side of Everest’s face yet again.

This time Everest caught the golf club and stomped down on the club part. The end flung upwards and hit 8 in the jaw. At the same time, Everest kicked the golf club towards herself and with a baton spin, *SLAM!*

8 was knocked to the ground, pink ink dripping from the side of their head. Sickeningly, there was a small dent in 8’s skull now and visibly, they were now struggling to think clearly. “Aww, what’s wrong? Got some brain damage, sick dog?” 8 rubbed their head and struggled to stand up.

1 minute remaining…

8 pulled out their dualies and started firing at Everest’s face. Everest spun her golf club to cover her face slightly. Pink ink shot into her right eye. Everest let out a sharp yell and dropped her golf club. She felt something hit her in the stomach and explode.

Everest fell back, her hand wrapping around the club as she slipped on the ink onto her stomach. She needed to keep her golf club away from that OCTOPUS! Everest yanked her hand back just as she saw 8 run forward to grab HER golf club. Just as quickly as Everest pulled the golf club, it slipped out of her hand. 8 hid in the ink quickly to regain ink. Everest shoved herself off the ground and looked to find her golf club…hitting the NILS Statue laser and falling into the water.

“MY GOLF CLUB!” Everest shrilly screamed. 8 seemed to freeze and a look of fear came onto their face. The look didn’t stay long through, promptly leaving when Everest sprang to her hooves and started to send kicks at 8. One hit 8’s stomach!

Everest grabbed 8’s hand and spun them towards the opening of the eye. Everest slammed 8 into the ground, pinning them for just a second. Everest grabbed them by the throat, her hand squeezing tightly enough to create markings instantly.

40 seconds left…

Everest punched 8 once, twice, thrice!

“My father would still be here if it wasn’t for YOU! Everything would be okay if YOU didn’t get your stupid self involved!! You’re a monster!! A BEAST FROM HELL! Spawn! SPAWN!” Each scream resulted in another punch from Everest. Both hands were covered in pink ink. With only 30 seconds left, Everest raised 8 up and out of the eye. “But now look who’s on top…”

“It’s me. The very humanity you semi-sentient, sludge-like disappointments thought could replace…” Everest was breathing heavily. …tears welled up in her pained eyes, “And now you’ll watch your entire city be destroyed, just like you destroyed my family, homewrecker,” The NILS Statue’s laser glowed brightly, ready to fire at any second. “…!” Everest pulled 8 back and readied to throw them into the running waters below.

20 seconds…

Someone grabbed Everest’s arm tightly, “EVEREST STOP!” Tartar’s familiar voice spoke from behind her. Everest’s grip on 8 tightened. They didn’t drop.

…Everest looked back to see its face, a single tear finally falling from her eye. Operator was shaking, staring back at her. It didn’t look angry. It looked scared. Scared of Everest’s actions. Its hand was wrapped around the arm that held 8.

“…It’s time to stop, Everest…” Operator whispered. Everest felt her hands grow weak and drop 8. They landed on the little ground under them. She felt her throat swell.

“…D-Dad…!” Everest’s hands curled, ready to reach out to him almost. This wasn’t Tartar though…it would never be Tartar. “Why don’t…don’t you understand?” Everest cracked, trying to bark at Operator, “I…I’m doing this for YOU!” Everest snapped at Operator and shoved him back. “ALL OF THIS FOR YOU!” Everest pointed to Operator and then gestured to everything outside. Operator was silent. He only stared down at Everest.

“I-…I’m not your dad though-.”

“YOU WERE!” She snapped, her voice cracked nasally, unable to handle her anger, “YOU WERE MY DAD, TARTAR! YOU WERE TARTAR, OPERATOR! Don’t you get it?!” 10 seconds… Everest’s throat hurt worse.

“I-.”

“SHUT UP! Just watch! Watch as the NILS Statue builds that perfect world you always wanted!” A smile came to Everest’s face. It was immediately ruined by the tears rolling down her cheeks. “Y-…You’re proud of me, Tartar. I-I’m firing the laser as- as you always wanted…! J-Just tell me you’re PROUD OF ME! Give me what my real parents denied me!”

With only 1 second remaining, the statue suddenly stopped charging. 8 slipped out of the control room. “…Wh-What?” Everest looked back at the laser long enough for Operator to suddenly wrap his arms around Everest’s form.

“Everest, please… You must understand…”

Everest didn’t want to pull away from this. She almost wanted to embrace it… The fire inside of her faded softly and Everest’s arms raised up almost.

But this wasn’t real…

This wasn’t real…!

THIS ISN’T REAL!

Everest shoved Operator away and gasped for air against her tears. “NO! YOU’RE the one that needs to understand something!! I’m tired of this shit! You. Are. Tartar. You killed over 10,145 test subjects, you blended them all up! You built this statue and you originally were in this spot!” Everest pointed at 8, “Trying to destroy monsters like THEM!”

“You- told me-! ALL about it with pride! You showed me this statue and you showed me how to fire it! You showed me…e-everything…!” Everest was shaking roughly and tears flooded her face. Her hands were clawed, strangling a make believe 8 in them. “Then they took you away!” Everest pointed at 8, “They changed you because you didn’t fit into the perfect shell they wanted you to! Th-Then they built up this stupid lie that you were the Deep Sea Metro janitor! That your boss is CQ Cumber! That all you've ever wanted was to learn about STUPID sea life!” Everest stepped back to the eye’s opening.

“I…I can barely recognize you now, Tartar…I-…” Everest wiped tears and ink away from her eyes, “I…just…want…him…b-back…” Operator suddenly ran forward.

Everest hadn’t even noticed she was so close to the edge. …Hm…falling didn’t feel as bad as Everest had expected. It was almost…a freeing feeling. A feeling that didn’t last long.

A hand wrapped around her outstretched one. The weight of Everest coming down nearly caused the grab to fail but, whatever grabbed her held on.

“Uff…” Operator placed another hand around Everest’s and slowly started to pull her back up. Tartar’s body was rather strong but Operator had never had to use that strength. “I-…I got you, k-kid….” They panted.

Everest…didn’t know how to feel. Operator was saving her. She had been nothing but nasty to it and here it was, saving her from possible death. This determination was almost familiar to Everest. It was just like Tartar’s but- on the exact opposite side of the spectrum.

Operator finally pulled Everest up onto the edge and immediately wrapped his arms around her shaking figure. “You’re okay…you’re okay…” Operator whispered gently to Everest. She could only twitch from the cold wind every now and again.

The hug continued for only a few seconds before Everest suddenly shoved Operator away. “Wh-What is with you?! Why are you being so damn nice to me?!” Everest snapped at them. Operator didn’t seem hurt by the shove like they understood the grief Everest was experiencing.

“Everest, I know you’re hurt by my presence. I know you must seem me as evil but I will never harm you. I’m being nice to you because I’m not the one who kick someone while they’re down,” Operator gently cupped Everest’s cheek; he wiped Everest’s tears away. Everest raised a hand up to Operator’s hand. She couldn’t stop crying. Her tears would rust its claws at this point.

‘Be vigilant, strike first, trust no one,’ It was something that Everest had read in one of her books. It felt all too good for this situation…

Everest tore Operator’s hand away.

“Get your hands off me! I’m don’t need your pity!! Come back to me when you don’t have some slimy cephalopod watching and judging your every move like a hawk! Come back when you’re truly being yourself!” Everest tore past Operator stormed back into the facility. She left Operator there, watching her run down the steps; with 8 still by his side.

Everest went through the facility, refusing to stop or answer anyone’s questions. She didn’t need that kind of crap right now. Everest even ignored 7 when she passed her. There was nothing that Everest wanted more than to ignore all of reality right now.

Her run finished inside of her bedroom, curled up in her bed, hidden under the sheets…

And Everest’s pillow caught her tears…

[redbluesweets]

[Warning, this au contains gore, horror, and any other scary things and also loneliness please read for your own good. If your want to add your ocs in and draw it, please ask for permission.]

💭“How long has it been... Days...? Months...? Years...? Hell, I don't even care about how long I've been surviving out wild... I am cold... hungry... Weak... Can't find a damn place to stay...all because of that damn big irritating turtle! Bowser... The king of the loser koopas and absolute love suck up to Princess Peach... He literally can't leave her alone as I GOD DAMN TOLD HIM TO! He literally pisses me off with that damn anger on his face... Kamek did tell me to calm down but now Bowser started to think about something to stop... It happened since my home was in his stupid castle where his child, koopalings, his troops, and everything there...”💭

He planned a wedding to marry Peach but I'm not going to let that happen!! Bowser already planned the wedding and got the broodals to stop Mario for ruining it but I got there first and can't let this slide... Bowser already growled at me with his anger look... “Hey! Didn't I tell you to stay put?! I already got this under control so you don't have to me–” I interrupt Bowser with his idiotic yapping but... “Why don't you shut up already?! I just told you to leave the princess alone! Geez, why don't you take a hint?!” I outburst in anger as I am protecting the princess but she stood behind me as Mario jumped in just in time. He looked at me and we never met but I was on his side for this troublemaker. Bowser chuckled a little bit at Mario as he got his trick up his sleeve... “You are too late, Mario... This is THE END!!!” He threw his wedding hat at Mario but I step up and reflected on his hat with my two tails and hit him. Not too shabby as I got so cocky... “Ha! You like that, you stupid turtle?! You literally forgot that I have two tails that can reflect and fly!” As I got too cocky... Bowser started to clench his fists in anger and things got pretty ugly... “You... I told you to kidnap the princess but you refused to listen... And now you're getting in my way to ruin the wedding... Maybe this time I should punish you...FOR YOUR ACTIONS!!! KAMEK!!” As he yelled Kamek out, the clouds started to get dark... He appears from his magic and riding his broom. I was afraid this would happen but I'm not that afraid... “How may I help you, Lord Bowser?” Kamek is always serving Bowser as he pleases but unfortunately... Kamek sees me siding with Mario and Peach as I was lost but standing my guard. “Hey? Why are you on that plumber's side?! Are...you betraying us...?” Kamek felt a little hurt that he asked but... I started to tell the truth. “What? Kamek, no! I'm trying to stop this idiot tu–” Bowser started to grab me with his hand but I can't escape... All I did was struggle and break free but...nothing.... Mario was trying to help but Kamek gets in the way. “Maybe this would teach your lesson, you small weak brat...” Bowser started to squeeze and crush me like a hard ball as I screamed in absolute pain... Mario and Peach were terrified to hear me in pain. If Mario would've done something, none of this would've happened... “My Lord! You should stop squeezing him!” Kamek is trying to help but Bowser starts to look at him with the side eye. “Stop? Why should I? Wait... I have an idea... Get rid of his voice. Right. NOW!” Bowser has really done it now... Mario, Peach, and Kamek gasped in fear but Kamek shook his head. “B-But King Bowser! I shouldn't! That's the forbidden spell that nobody should ever use!” Kamek is really shaking and afraid about this but the forbidden spell like that? He never did that to anyone before until now. “Are you denying me? I SAID NOW!!!” Bowser yelled as he is still grabbing me as he is done squeezing and crushing me like a rock. Kamek is afraid this would happen as he slowly floated to me and prepared the forbidden spell... Staying silent forever... “Any last words before you're silenced? You small brat?” Bowser said to me as he smirked evilly and looked at me. A small trail of blood slowly went down to my mouth...and looked at him with one eye closed and half eye opened. “A...few... Leave...Peach...alone and...go...find a...real...love... interested in...your...miserable life...you...good for...nothing...loser...” I smirked a little bit as I chuckled.... Bowser's evil smirk slowly fated and went extremely angry. He looked at Kamek as he nodded meaning ‘do it’... Kamek whispered to me as he slowly raised his wand at my throat. “I'm sorry...” As Kamek completes the silence spell on me, I can't even talk... Bowser started to chuckle and laugh as he threw me in the air and punched me clean right at the face and sent me super far away... “Oh no!” Mario said as he was shocked and Peach was covering her mouth as she got scared and shocked at the same time. Now is this for a battle for Mario and Bowser alone.

As I literally landed at the snow grounds, I bounced off, tumbled, and my right arm landed on a sharp bush branch and impaled. I was in a coma for five months as I was not breathing... Then...I...was..floating...somewhere... In this...black void... I thought I was dead...

My eyes are half open and I have no...pupils on my eyes... “So you're the one who is going to change history or fate... You tried to be the hero and be involved? How foolish are you...” A mysterious voice is speaking to me as I can't speak because of that spell Kamek and Bowser put upon me... “Eheheheheh... I'm starting to like you, you pathetic runt... I would like to see how long you last until you suffer...” The voice fated and the void is no longer there...but...I slowly woke up in this cold forest and slowly looked at my right impaled arm and I slowly pulled the sharp bush branch out of it but blood dripped down a lot... I slowly started to get up and started to walk further down the path if I could find shelter...and don't get lost... It's been four hours to find a god damn shelter but I see a small shack... finally... something useful... I took a step inside of the shack and found a few items... A warm cloak, bandages, and...a crystal? Was someone here and left these behind? I slowly took the bandages and looked at the mirror that was almost broken... My right cheek on my face was scratched as the blood slowly went down but stopped because of the cold. I slowly wrapped the bandages around my right arm to heal and stop the bleeding and my right cheek to heal as well. Then I put on the cloak to warm me up and slowly held the crystal but I slowly looked at the mirror and saw a Bowser reflection right in front of me. I can hear his...stupid irritating laugh...it pisses me off... I started to breathe in and out of anger but I clenched my left fist and punched the mirror and broke the glass as the sound echoed from outside... I started to walk out of the shack and started to look for shelter on the path I'm going to, if I don't get lost...

(To be continued...)

(@skratchytheclown is the person who made me think of this au idea so all thanks to him!)

[amspams]

Intoxicated

A/N: This one's a little longer.

TW: Swearing, substances, vomiting

It was currently two a.m. Tiffany had cried herself to sleep after a big fight with her husband. She thought things had finally gotten better between the two of them. But apparently she'd been stupid to think so.

She tossed and turned restlessly on the mattress. This was the third time she'd woken up that night. She was worried sick. After the couple's fight, Charles had grabbed his jacket and ran off. Tiffany wasn't sure when or if he was coming back at all. The thought of losing him once again terrified her.

She got up from their shared bed - or what had been shared, as his side was empty now - and walked over to the closet. She opened it and looked at her clothes. Then she looked at Chucky's.

...

Her fingers grazed the soft fabric. Surely he wouldn't mind? She thought, and threw on one of his white tees. It was a little tight on her, as Chucky was a slim guy, but it still fit her and she looked good.

Tiffany quietly made her way down the stairs, careful not to wake up the twins. Then she sat down on the couch in front of the family TV. She sighed. Where was he?

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2.37 a.m. She'd almost managed to fall asleep. However, loud banging brought her back to reality. Who the hell was knocking on her door at this hour?

Pissed off, Tiffany grabbed her pistol from the cabinet and stormed to the entrance. She shoved the door open and pointed the gun at the person. "Whoever you think you are, just know that-"

Tiffany was caught off guard. "Chucky!?"

"Heya, sweetcheeks," he said, slobbering over his words as he stumbled towards her. Tiffany caught him before he could fall. "Damn, my bad. Anyways, look at this cool shit I found."

Chucky waved a car's side view mirror in front of her face. "Ain't it a sweet find?"

"Oh for fuck's sake, where did you get that?" Tiffany asked, snatching the item from his hand and inspecting it. How he'd been able to break it off the respective vehicle was beyond her.

"Uh, dunno. It's a lil cracked though. Think I could sell it?"

Tiffany was baffled. "What- no! Are you drunk?"

"Nah," Chucky said. "I wanna tell ya something though."

"Oh god, what did you do now?"

Chucky scratched his head. "I ain't sayin' I did it or anything, but."

"But?"

"Pretty sure someone spewed on the sidewalk."

Tiffany stared at him blankly.

"What? It wasn't me!"

Chucky's face then paled.

"Oh hell no. C'mon, to the toilet, right now," she said, and dragged the man into the house.

Just before they would reach the bathroom, Chucky decided to stop and throw up anything he'd had left in his stomach from the day before onto Tiffany's favourite white rug.

She suppressed a shriek of utter horror and guided him into the bathroom instead.

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3.42 a.m. Chucky sat sprawled on the cold floor infront of the toilet. He watched as Tiffany frantically scrubbed the mat with a sponge, soap and water in the bathtub.

"Man I feel like shit."

Tiffany lashed out. "Oh yeah? How do you think I feel!?"

"Why are you yellin' at me. It's not like I did it on purpose," Chucky muttered.

Tiffany ignored him and continued scrubbing.

Chucky then got up, staggered over to her and looked over her shoulder. "Geez, I wouldn't wanna wash that shit for a hundred bucks."

Tiffany sighed.

"I don't think ya should waste anymore of your time on that."

"God, just shut up," Tiffany said. But deep down, she knew he was right. There was no saving that rug. She'd just have to buy a new one.

"Ugh, why can't you just be responsible for once!?" Tiffany screamed. "We have kids now goddamn it. You can't keep doing this shit. Do you want to end up like your father?"

Chucky scowled, and Tiffany could see a hint of sadness in his eyes.

She let go of the rug and wrapped her arms around her husband. "I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to say that."

"It's fine."

"No it's not. I shouldn't have used that against you," she said. "Listen, how about this. I'll go throw out the rug and then make you something to eat. You must be starving. Meanwhile, you can take a bath."

"Alright."

Tiffany rolled the rug and watched as Chucky stumbled into the tub. "Sweetface, you need to take off your clothes first."

"Huh, why?"

"Oh my god, just take off your fucking clothes."

"Geez, woman. No need to get all worked up."

Tiffany then left with the rug.

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Later and after all of that, Tiffany stayed up to make Chucky some swedish meatballs because the devious bastard refused to eat anything else. She's just that sweet.

[an-aura-about-you]

let's see if I can fit in a chapter of Handbook for Mortals before work

Chapter 9:

when we last left our hero, Scheherazade had just assaulted a teenage girl at the mall. I'm not joking. also I end up being better at cartomancy than either Zade or the author without trying all that hard.

moving on now to Chapter 9: Temperance

-this entire chapter is a 10 page long italics scene. which means the author, who chose to write this book in the first person, spends an entire chapter where she couldn't keep that up.

-it's all the guys at work. that's our setup, but the author feels the need to go through the entire roll call.

-remember that birthday party a few chapters ago? the guy who had the birthday, Drew, is finally a character. and he's basically here for the other guys to pick on because he's not as handsome or talented. geez.

-we also get some Sofia bashing because she's complained that her mic is shocking her. considering the traumatic experience she went through that was connected to a technical malfunction, I don't blame her in the slightest. even if it was just her imagination and the mic is fine, I'm so pissed off that they're not taking her concerns seriously.

-one of the ways they dismiss this is by saying Sofia probably just wants some attention. I'm sorry, but that really pisses me off nowadays. if a person wants attention, it might be a good idea to figure out why that is. given that no one, and I mean no one, not even her boyfriend, has validated her trauma from her accident that, might I remind you, involved her falling from 50 feet up AND drowning in a pool, I'd say yeah, she NEEDS some proper attention.

-the whole reason this chapter is in full italics is so Zade can walk by and all the boys can stare at her. I'm not kidding. look at this:

Zade walked by on her way to the main stage, moving too quickly to notice the group of men who had all stopped to stare at her.

and

"God, that girl is beautiful! It's beyond that, there is something unique and special about her."

this chapter is the most blatant evidence of everyone's critiques on Zade as a character. this chapter, as far as I can tell, only exists for us to see the other characters talk about how amazing Zade is. this isn't a story, it's a script for Zade's wingman.

-Mac's thoughts reveal that he and Zade are pseudo-sneaking around. they're seeing each other but not calling it dating and have an unspoken agreement not to tell their coworkers.

-ok so I was gonna go up to bat for Drew but the first sentence out of his mouth after wondering aloud if Zade is single is a blanket statement about how girls always gush when they're into a guy.

-throwing a red flag up for Mac for use of the word "females" when talking about dating.

-ok so Drew may suck a little but you guys need to stop bullying him. I don't know if he's my kind of charming, but y'all are assholes for calling him charmless.

-"It's not game just 'cause women actually like me." holy shit Cam that's an asshole move.

-"She's the kind you want to marry, not just use to get laid." really, Jackson? the way everyone talks about commitment in this book is giving me hives.

-time for another round of When Is This Story Set? Mac shuts down a non-joke with a reference to the Matt Foley character from Saturday Night Live played by the late Chris Farley. the last time this character appeared on SNL was 1997, which means any timeliness about the joke probably ended at around the turn of the millennium.

-Jackson needling Mac is a nice change of pace, but I'm taking points off for seriously using the phrase "all's fair in love and war" twice on the same damn page.

-also Jackson knows and owns the fact that he's pretty. I can get behind that.

-then after this Mac and Tad take a dinner break to talk about Zade because it's not like there's anything else we could be doing.

-so Mac and Zade had this unspoken agreement not to blab to coworkers and Mac breaks it to spill the beans to Tad in the very same chapter he says they have it?

-the last page of the chapter switches gears back to bashing Sofia, and Tad and Mac talk about how she should be more grateful to Zade for saving her life. Tad straight up says that would require her acting like a human being for once, and I'm over here like, "maybe she'd act like a human being if someone in this goddamn theater TREATED her like one!!!!!"

so now we've had two chapters in a row with attacks on women who have dared to badmouth Zade: a physical assault at the end of chapter 8 and this badmouthing Sofia behind her back at the end of chapter 9. what a bitter fucking book. it's like the literary version of Zade's need to get the last word in.

[fullmetalgirl98]

30 days Hypnosis Mic challenge

DAY 15: a song that makes you feel cool when you sing it

🎤 「HUNTING CHARM」

(link)

We're halfway through this challenge!!! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° ARGHHHH, the immediate choice would have gone to Murder at the House of Magic. Because, geez. Singing Dice's parts makes me feel sooo cool! But I feel like I've talked enough about it. And I could really quote an infinite number of songs and parts of Ichiro, Dice, Gentaro, Doppo and so on, but I suppose I have to choose just one song, so... ¯\_₍ッ₎_/¯ Let's give these bad boys a chance to shine, too, considering I haven't mentioned MTC so far.

This song slaps so damn hard. I know every.single.word by heart.

The introduction kicks ass alone, with that sort of military-style march/countdown that I think is simply perfect for the badass side of MTC (the other side is the one that evokes Yokohama sunsets, but that's off topic now).

The refrain gets me so much, but the thing that makes me feel extremely cool is playing Samatoki, who starts out in a vaguely bored tone with his usual slogan "Raifu is notto feaa" (translation: Life is not fair), and then gets pissed off toward the end of the verse in such a cool way! AAAARGH.

And then also the point where Jyuto says "Nanda, temee?", with that sort of sarcastic chuckle at the beginning that also makes me feel really cool while playing him.

And also Rio?? Strangely enough? I love that way he says "Ten mo iran KAUNTO"

Not to mention the pressing rhythm with which Samatoki attacks in his second verse. I simply can't refrain from beat my foot on the beat!

[seemslegitflapjacks]

All I Got For Christmas Was My Daddy Issues.

WARNING! This does contain mentions of domestic/child abuse. If that’s makes you uncomfortable see yourself out.

Cause if MY Christmas had to be ruined via daddy issues so does theirs.

“I’m not doing this,” Jeff said as he walked up the stairs.

He slammed his bedroom door with complete disregard for his drunken, enraged father. He was fed up with this. Every time his father touched a glass of whiskey or a bottle of beer, he became satan himself. And every time, Jeff or his brother wound up getting their asses kicked for it. That or Jeff would take his old man to the backyard and beat him out like an old rug. Tonight he wasn’t doing any of that. He was tired of fight after fight with his dad and then bailing to a hotel with his mother and brother for the next two days.

He tossed out all his school supplies from his backpack and shoved in changes of clothes that would last him a week or so. He also tossed a few hygiene products in before he zipped up his bag.

A knock came at his bedroom door. Jeff quickly looked over his shoulder.

“It’s just me.” The identical voice on the other side assured.

“Come in.” He nodded.

The door creaked open, and Liu stepped in. Jeff could tell he was all shaken up. He always was after they had their brawls.

“Where you goin’?” Liu asked.

“A friend’s place.” Jeff adjusted the back on his back.

“Please don’t go,” Liu begged.

Jeff stopped and looked at Liu. He would see the tears in his brother’s eyes. It hurt. It hurt even worse that he knew he couldn’t stay.

“I can't,” He pursed his lips.

“Please! Just for Christmas. That’s all I want. Just two more days, and then you can go.” His brother bargained.

“Liu, come on. You know if I stay, all that’s gon’ end up happenin’ is more fightin’. I don’t wanna make mama cry, and I don’t wanna have the cops called.” Jeff reasoned.

Liu collapsed in his arms, crying into his shirt. Jeff tensed his lower lip, leaning his head on his brother’s shoulder to cry a bit himself. He felt so shitty. Jeff couldn’t help but blame himself. Maybe if he’d just kept his head down and bit his tongue, nothing would’ve had to happen. But no, he just had to go ahead and try his dad.

“Promise me somethin’?” Jeff asked as he patted Liu’s back.

“Yeah…” The other breathed.

“You’re gon’ stay here, and you’re gon’ make sure he don’t hurt mama. If he does, you call me, then call the cops before I kill that motherfucker. You got it?”

“Got it..”

“Good. Now I’ll text you when I get to where I’m goin’. I ain’t taking the truck, and here are the keys if you need ''em’.” He stepped back to hand Liu his car keys.

Liu nodded, reaching out to hug his twin one last time before he left out the window. Maybe that’s why they call them window panes. It hurts the most when that’s the only way to get out.

Jeff dropped into the bushes with a grunt, shaking off the pin and needles to get to his bike. He lifted the kickstand and adjusted his slippers so they’d stay on better before he burned rubber down the sidewalk. Jeff skidded to a hard stop and recklessly threw the bike into the front yard. He walked up to the house and glanced up at a window. With a sigh, he stood on the trashcan and vaulted himself onto the roof shingles. Cheerleading had its payoffs.

“Open the fucking window Warren.” He demanded as he knocked hard on the glass.

The window opened up shortly after.

“The fuck are you up for? It’s eleven o’clock at night!” His red-headed companion whisper yelled.

“Daddy issues.” Jeff huffed as he pushed Randy back and crawled through. “I can’t stay there.”

“Geez, he really musta pissed you off this time, eh?” The Yankee raised a brow.

“Damn right he did.” Jeff croaked as he took a seat on Randy’s bed.

Randy took the spot beside him. The ginger looked down at him, slightly concerned.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“I don’t even know how to get it out.”

“Hug?” Randy offered as he lifted a freckled arm.

Jeff instantly took shelter under his embrace. He choked out tears and sobs he’d bed holding in for the last half hour. Randy pulled his body close and rubbed circles into Jeff’s back to calm him down. Randy had never thought of himself as a good guy. He liked to flaunt the fact he wasn’t. But he’d be damned to be a bad friend. Randy never got loyalty from his family, but his friends would give the skin off their knees to heal his injuries.

And he knew Jeff’s loyalty would get him killed one day if he wasn’t careful to who he devoted it. That’s what scared him.

“Hey, hey, I got you. You’re ok.” He squeezed.

“That fucker- ruined my goddamn Christmas!” Jeff snapped.

“I know. I know.” Randy sighed as he laid back with Jeff still held to his chest.

“Can I stay?” Jeff whimpered.

“There’s always my side of the bed open for you, man. I got you no matter what, aight?” Randy said as he lifted Jeff’s head to face him.

“Mhm..”

“Everything I got is yours too. I’m not goin’ away. I’m right ‘round the corner.”

Jeff shuddered and let a few more tears slip from his bloodshot eyes.

“You’re my best friend, and I love you,” Randy affirmed.

“I love you too.” Jeff sobbed into Randy’s chest.

Randy hushed and comforted Jeff until no tears were left. The pair cuddled in the dark together. Their limbs occasionally shifted around to get comfortable. Randy’s hands wandered and combed through jeff’s long dirty blonde hair. Heavy breaths escaped him as he tried his best not to get angry, but goddamn, was it hard. It was hard not to get mad at somebody like Jeff’s father. Sure, he had his dysfunctional-ass household, but at least they owned up to their shit. But not Mr. Woods. Because how dare he do something wrong.

“You want me to fuck ‘em up for ya?” Randy asked.

“No. I don’t. I just wanna stay here with you.” Jeff sighed in response.

“Fine,” Randy huffed, “but if you want, I’ll kick his ass anytime you call. You didn’t do anything wrong. You’re a good guy. You’re honest, you work hard, and you try hard. I fuckin’ love you like crazy for that.”

That turned Jeff’s waterworks right back on, and this time Randy joined. They emotionally cried and wailed at one another. In a way, it was therapeutic. To see each other in such a raw and ugly form was relieving. Like a reminder, they were both flesh, blood, and bones. They were real people with real feelings that could empathize.

Once they calmed down, they stared at one another. The air was humid and warm.

“You’re so fuckin’ ugly,” Jeff huffed as Randy gave him a hard squeeze.

“Love you too, babes,” He sniffled with a grin.

[ifonly1]

Damn how I wish I could come off anon right now because I'm HOLLERING!! But I can't because I'm of a different fandom and I don't want people to think I'm a shipper. I just wanted to say that I knew Cocamalfeta would block you as soon as you asked that question about how Jimin has been behaving in a questionable manner.

That person doesn't like Jimin, period. And it's all because he's "standing in the way" of Taekook. It's evident in how they always talk in their posts. Just the other day the got mad at a post by someone who tagged Taekook in a post that was about Jimin (the person made a poll asking armys where they'd like to go out on a date with Jimin). Our darling Cocamalfeta was like "geez! Why do you have to tag taekook!?" Lol

I get that OP didn't have to tag taekook because the post had nothing to do with them but Coco's response had me raising my eyebrow. Sometimes you encounter things about other members in the Jikook tag and it hardly bothers you, you just keep scrolling. So it's telling for someone to act like that. Coco can't even take reading Jimin's name. A typical delusional unhinged taekooker.

oh believe me when i say i knew they were going to block me cause there's no way they would have come out of that without straight up outing themselve as jm anti (which they quite literally do but love to pretend it's not their dislike towards him that's talking) they knew that too. i know for a fact once they list even two things about jm i can get right back at them with the same example of tae or jk or any other members doing the same thing I'm confident about that.

i have seen cocamalfeta even before yesterday through some other vlog but when i scrolled through their blog back in months and saw them beliveing the "company is hiding taekook" theories and how they said the Taekooker they follow are not jm antis to their anons(when they were telling them to watch original content and they're following jm-jkk anti) when infact that's one of the biggest jm and jkk anti on twitter who's theories they were believing so i blocked them then and there knowing it's a lost cause as soon as i saw their "Theories". But yesterday was the first time i interacted with them that too because they pissed me off with saying jimin deserves the Critisism because of his actions while also calling out others for hating on tae like the hypocrisy?

i have seen this pretentious act of loving jm tens of times throughout the years so it doens't work with me. i can tell how much you love him through the way you talk about him and how you do it. Once you start beliveing Taekookers' theories you best believe one way or other you're gonna end up hating on jm. if you're loving taekook without any manipulation then only you can love jimin. see it's very simple, all their theories revolve around how the company is pushing jikook and how it majorly benefits jm and how those things bring conflicts in taekook and how it's hurting tae etc in short they're portraying jm as some villian so it's obviously you're gonna end up hating on him. They dislike jungkook too from time to time when he does something for jimin or mentions him, jungkook who's half of their ship so if they can hate on him jm don't even stand a chance. idt the people who can't even Accept a normal friendship between two members has the right to question others.

[strykingback]

Changing RWBY: The Ever-After

Okay so just putting this down here: The following does contain a suicide mention

Yooo. So I just decided to start something up called Changing RWBY where every now and then I may post something that I disliked about RWBY's main canon and how I would change it. Be wary this is gonna get really REALLY RWDE.

So before I continue the following triggers will be in this: suicide mentionOh and spoilers for Volume 9! Okay with that out of the way lets begin with how I would change the Ever-After!!

To be honest, when I first saw the images of the Ever-After I was a little bit mystified but everyone including myself were thinking about one thing: "Could it be RWBY's take on the Afterlife?" which would have been interesting no less, buuuut...

It wasnt. As at the end of Volume nine it was just "there" and the God of Light and Darkness were once afterans before they "Ascended" and left the Ever-After. (Geez way to contradict your lore once again CRWBY.)

However right off the bat this is where I need to say this and it needs to be changed heavily. First off it should have been the Afterlife. As this would have meant the reintroduction of many classic characters who had died on-screen. This could even lead to even interactions with characters from Ancient Remnant. Now not to say that I wouldn't want to miss out on the Afterans as well.

Speaking about the Ancient Remnantites. WE NEEDED interactions with them, such as their reactions to hearing about Salem and how pissed off they are at Salem for leading them to their deaths and brief extinction. Not to mention how they could have explained that the God of Light and Darkness as a FINAL act of kindness created the Ever After as the Afterlife. Not to mention it is akin to that of a: "Happily Ever After" thing.

Now onto another thing the Afterans. Okay I'm all for wacky looking characters, but why did it have to be just lego set pieces, chess pieces, and other bullshit?! GO BALLS TO THE WALLS CRAZY AND PUT IN MYSTICAL CREATURES. Come on man! You have a talking Raccoon in there as an Afteran, why cant you do the same for the other Ever-Afterans!?!

For me, I would want to take any mystical character like actual fairies, talking dragons, talking fish people, animals that act like humans (Not in relation to faunus). Yeah its THAT EASY. Take for example That Time I Was Reincarnated As A Slime. By the time the village of Tempest had grown into a full blown city all sorts of monsters start to come towards the city!!! Creating an amazing sense of diversity.

Think about Humans, Faunus, Ancient Remnantites and the Ever-Afterans. It fits beautifully! And now leading into how the culture would mesh. Now since were talking about that it would mean one of three things.

The currency

Now for anything currency can be many things. It could be the old remnants currency which we'll call it the Aglaia coins, Lien for the Present. How can the Afterans trade? Simple remember how Jynxy was willing to trade? You need to have something that fits with that Afteran and its value.

It isn't going to be that damn easy! As most Afterans would need something from you in order to do so. Suddenly stealing something from someone without a trade will not fly especially if someone is alive. As when Yang finds Jynxy he apologizes for rudely taking Yangs prosthetic without a proper trade agreement. As repentance he gives her a ride on emporium to get where they need to go.

2. Who Rules What Area?

Okay so since the Ever-After is fucking massive and all. This would mean we would need to treat in terms of lands and other things. In a snowy area the Frost Giants rule that land as peaceful as they are they are wary towards other people including Afterans passing through.

In more temperate areas that are pretty much chilled out and stuff. It is ruled by the Two Twins. Who simply prophesize Good and Bad things to come. As many people taking their word to heart and even prepare in case of the hard times that is to come while also prepping for the good times.

In Any Areas marked with a Red Heart or even a flag. This would belong to the Red Queen (the main antagonist of my take of Volume 9) anything she says is law in her territory and everyone must do as she says. Or they must suffer the consequences.

If it is near the Tree of Yggdrasil it is ruled by the first Champion of Remnant. Shaka Ishvalda. Who gives people the choice to stay or be reincarnated when they pass through the tree leading back to Remnant. Kind of akin to the Lifestream in the FF series.

Any Area that has no ruler is free reign.

3. Smaller Settlements

Now just like in Remnant any corresponding area as above do have small settlements just like the Paper Pleasers but due to the nature of the Ever-After not every settlement can make it through as either it is growing on its feet, or just even suffering through...but most settlements that lead to the Tree of Yggdrasil count as checkpoints! For people going to be reincarnated to rest and relax with other travelers to converse and such.

Now I know what you must be thinking what about the means of death. Now this is where I needed to look into a few things. And well thank Record of Ragnarok and Coco because If one were to die in the afterlife....They are erased from all existence.... never to return...

Simple as that.

Lastly is the Ascendance.

Fuck how CRWBY for having such a fucking idiotic idea to glorify suicide. So we're changing that shit entirely to something else. This time the Ascendance should have been when a character learns something important that helps them grow whether if mentally, physically, emotionally, or any other fancy way. So yeah, no tea suicide drink or giving yourself up to the tree. Just learning a clear lesson.

The roots of Yggdrasil will extend to that area and will wrap around that person for a few minutes, taking them to the very core of Yggdrasil where they are given a new ability that could one day be important for the future. How can that be applied to team RWBY simple.

Yang- She grows by understanding that her own anger may one day harm those closest to her creating a massive rift between her and Ruby. As she realizes this, Yang closes her eyes and meditates thinking of good and bad moments that have come and went. Realizing she needs to change herself before it is too late as she gains the ability to set her fists on fire whenever she is using Burning Rage (Which she later on renames to Burning Passion)

Blake- After having a conversation with Sienna Khan, Blake begins to see that even if peace is obtained between both humans and faunus, nothing will change. However, there are those who are going to stand with the faunus and fight for them, even to the point where it may lead to their own deaths, endangering their careers, or worse. For Blake her semblance gets an upgrade to where she can now enter a state of focus to control said clone.

Weiss- After conversing with he Grandfather and dealing with one of the Red Queens court with him. She understands that the SDC has done more harm than good, and that she is willing to take full responsibility for their actions once they return to Remnant and end Salem once and for all she plans to take control of the SDC and begin constructing it to be better and accepting all consequences that should come from it. All while offering more to the faunus communities due to how infamous the SDC was towards the faunus. Her new ability would be to now utilize more of her Glyphs at its strongest.

Ruby- After finally meeting Summer and the FIRST Silver Eyed Warrior along with Ishvalda. Ruby realizes the meaning of Light at the End of the Tunnel as she realizes that through Ishvalda that his teachings led to more champions of Remnant during its ancient years, then the first Silver Eyed Warrior sacrificing their eyes in order to save millions from a Grimm, led to the birth of the Hunters and with Summer defeating Salem temporarily, this led to preservation of the Future as now for Ruby....She must defeat Salem in order for peace to be fully obtained.... and thus preparing herself to pass on the next lesson to the next generation. Well for her, there is an upgrade to her semblance allowing her to move faster that she is capable of attacking while using her semblance.

Seriously there are so so so SO many ways people can grow. And yet... CRWBY just wants to be fucking lazy as shit. I said it before and I'll say it again.

Fans can do RWBY so much better than what the CRWBY can put out.