#int. lounge

[msmelissalin]

FOR: @felixrodriguez EVENT: The Camp Out -- 2024. WHERE: Lounge Area. Day Three.

Benjamin had been sent to meet with Felix, as per her request and handed over the invite to a quiet, managed dinner. She'd known the boy had been skiddish about their meeting but she'd reassured him that while politicans had exquiste ways of twisting words, and use of double talk: they weren't all criminals. And as far as Melissa's findings had proven in the begining of his and Yvonne's reveal -- he seemed clean enough. She'd simply been doing her due diligence.

And with a clean name, came legitimate business which had always been a priority for Melissa. Especially when she'd been the clean front-facing woman for the Rutherford's -- for Andrew. So when she'd spotted him, momentarily alone, Melissa had done what she'd done for years, in social gatherings and events and made it across the room in record time.

Without an invite, she took to the sofa opposite and smiled.

"I never expected it'd be so difficult to get a meeting with someone." Especially those who bore the last name Lin. "But I'm ever-so looking forward to our business dinner."

[odilestpierre]

FOR: @ayda--demir EVENT: The Camp Out, 24' WHERE: Lounge, main tent. On camera.

"So you're Olivier's tent-mate." catty in tone, as her arms came to fold in front of her hips. "I've heard quite a few things about a few of my friends. In fact, you pop up frequently." Who are you. That was the real question, but she wanted to make her work for it...just a little bit.

[suntails]

🐙⚔️

[maksimkurylenko]

Maksim wasn’t stupid. Not always, anyway. Nadezhda didn’t just show up without a reason. Not here, and definitely not now. Yet, using his hand, he gestured towards the seat next to him. His place wasn't big, or anything to marvel at: and a mismatch of complete and utter carnage told only one thing...

It was very Maksim.

The appearance of the clear bottle peaked his already booming interest. Pushing to lean forward, forearms finding the tops of his legs, gaze trailing from the alcohol back to Nadya. “Not in the mood for people?” Maks echoed, brow raising. “C'mon, Nadya. You could’ve avoided people anywhere. But you came here.” Although the twitch of his lip gave away his true feelings about it. A small, almost undetectable smile. He was fucking honoured, but he covered it just as quickly as it'd appeared.

"Fuck it," pushing to stand as he walked over to the cupboard that kept the glasses.

With all that transpired, Nadezhda made it a point to check in on Kosta's family, a vigilant determination to keep what he had left in one piece, considering the retaliation that would unquestionably venture in their direction.

The reference was not lost on her, an unfortunate tragedy that played favourable on their end, a nuisance no longer their issue, the timing perhaps undesirable. At the end, a win was still a win.

Indifferent hues glance around his home, noting the inconsistency in any form of coherent theme, that she disregarded it simply to keep from expressing her offhanded comments about her distaste for his interior design.

"It's a good thing I came prepared." A hand reaches into her bag to pull out a bottle of vodka, placing the bottle in the middle of the coffee table before sinking back into the couch. "I'm not in the mood for people."

[heartsdefine]

@breathandshadow — rook starter call / accepting!

        “it is not the foes who curse you to your face that you must fear, but those who smile when you are looking and sharpen their knives when you turn your back.”

[dimepicture]

[amomentpassed]

sydney is fully cooked lol

[playburo]

Lounge Seating by Trix & Robert Haussmann for Knoll Int.

[blcssom]

it’s not as though finn’s anti-social.... it’s more that he’s selectively-social, which makes the staff lounge a minefield at lunch time. unfortunately, with his usual hiding spot occupied ( why a choir comprised of six year olds feels the need to practice at lunch time is beyond him ) he has no choice but to approach the only table with an opening. “mind if i sit here?”

closed starter for @seducteurs​ // open m/f

[paperultra]

hammock.

Pairing: OPLA!Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader Word Count: 866 words Warnings: Kissing, slightly suggestive

“You’re blushing.”

“I am?” Sanji gazes up at you, dreamy and distracted. “I didn’t realize.”

You hum. You’re only vaguely aware of the hammock’s sway, of the blanket slipping down your shoulders as you prop yourself up and place your hands on his cheeks. Warmth soaks into your palms like sunlight, and you tilt your head, thumbs drawing over the flush on his cheekbones and tapping gently.

“Don’t say this is because of me,” you tease.

His hands reach up to cover yours. “Then I’d be lying,” he replies, turning his head to kiss your fingertips, “and I would never lie about how you make me feel.”

“Not even if you hated me?”

“The day I hate you is the day I should be tied to an anchor and fed to the sharks.”

“That’s awful.”

“I know.” His eyes search your face, and they narrow as he murmurs, “Who could ever hate someone as gorgeous as you?”

(Whoever coined the phrase “flattery will get you nowhere” has never met Sanji, you’re sure of it.)

Leaning down, you press your lips to his nose, to his forehead, to each cheek. A contented sigh brushes past your ears as you do so.

Eventually, you make your way to the source of his sweet words. You pause, and Sanji opens his eyes as you hover above his lips, just shy of meeting them with your own.

“Something wrong, sweetheart?”

“No,” you say. “Just wanted to see your pretty eyes before I kiss you senseless.”

He stills. Then he laughs, the sound blooming from deep within his chest and staining your world with gold. “Well – aren’t you a charmer,” Sanji quips, stroking your waist and pecking your cheek. His words are softer than usual. “Careful with my heart, now.”

“Don’t worry,” you say, and you kiss him fully, drinking in the way his grip on you tightens and the way his breath stalls in his throat when you speak against his mouth. “It’s in good hands, I think.”

The kiss is just as warm as his cheeks. You feel drunk as you pull away, and Sanji lifts his head to chase your lips, whispering your name with the reverence of a believer.

“You guys mind doing that somewhere other than here?”

The two of you freeze in each other’s embrace.

You jolt out of it and push yourself up, accidentally knocking the breath out of Sanji in the process. He wheezes and curls up as you lock eyes with a very unimpressed swordsman.

“Z-Zoro! We”—you scramble to unrumple your shirt, which had ridden up underneath the blanket—“I’m sorry, we – we thought everyone was going to be in the lounge for a while.”

“You thought wrong.” Zoro strides past and drops his laundry on the couch. “This isn’t your personal bedroom, Sanji.”

“I’m aware of that,” Sanji replies, annoyance dripping from every syllable. “Now would you mind just stepping out for a few more minutes?”

“Sanji, it’s fine,” you whisper, patting his chest. “The mood is kinda killed now, anyway.”

He visibly droops. “I know.”

“Good.”

“I wasn’t asking for your opinion, mosshead.”

The room fills with a completely different kind of tension as Zoro crosses his arms at Sanji’s response.

You, still trying to cover up your embarrassment, move to block Sanji’s view, pushing his bangs away from his face and attempting to smooth out his frown lines. His cheeks are still flushed, though the color is quickly fading back to normal as his attention turns back to you.

“C’mon, Zoro wants to fold his laundry. Let’s go up to the lounge and see what the others are up to.”

“Is that what you really want to do?”

“Yeah.” (It is now, anyway.)

“… All right, then,” Sanji acquiesces.

With that, you push the blanket off and clamber out of the hammock, nearly tripping and falling flat on your face in your haste to do so. Sanji follows close behind, and once he’s on his feet, you turn to Zoro and give him another quick apology before you and Sanji leave the men’s room.

“Of all the times to be interrupted,” your companion mutters as the two of you head to the lounge. He takes your hand in his and interlaces your fingers. “I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s nobody’s fault. Ships don’t have a lot of privacy …” You think back to the moment Zoro spoke up and groan, burying your face in your free hand. “I’m just embarrassed he caught us like that. I didn’t even hear him come down.”

“Me neither.” Sanji lets out an irritated sigh and then looks over at you; his displeasure softens. “At the very least, I’ll take it to mean you were enjoying yourself.”

Your face heats up. “Of course,” you say quickly. “I like our alone time."

“I like it too.” He squeezes your hand and leans over to whisper into your ear. “Next time, I could be on top, so I can hide you away if anyone walks in unannounced.”

“Wh – Sanji! Don’t say it like that!”

The man grins as you smack his arm playfully, planting a kiss to your temple as penance.

“Just evening the score, sweetheart.”

[fashionteahouse]

out of your league - paul x reader

AN: There’s not enough words to thank all of you for the love and support for the first seven parts of this story! 💜 i heart you all xoxo <<prev >>next

You didn’t care too much about graduation. Leaving the ceremony with your certificate was something you looked forward to. That’s when you felt like your real life would begin. The previous night was rough. Sam suspected a new threat, hearing a long screech. It even woke you out of your slumber with Paul grabbing your face, covering it with kisses and rushing out. In the morning, Paul was still gone. You were glad to see Kim but you weren’t too sure if the feeling was mutual. She still invited you to her graduation dinner.

It was intimate with peers that you and Kim both hung around with, who were in attendance. You still chose the seat next to her but it seemed like she talked to everyone else but you. You choose to pay it no mind. You already know majority of what she’s going through. You decide to text her.

“Are you okay?”

Her phone buzzes but she chooses to ignite up a conversation with the person next to her. You tried to rack your brain of what could be the possible reason she would not talk to you.

After another hour of lounging in her sitting room talking, one person gets up and says, “Im going to go change.” and two people stand up and walk too.

“Hm..” you say out loud. Kim looks over to you. You don’t even say anything and as you’re walking outside, disappointed and upset at the betrayal, Kim calls out to you.

“It’s not what you think.”

“You’re full of shit, Kim.”

“If I would’ve asked then we would’ve had to wait for Paul’s permission just to stay the night.” she says and you walk towards her.

“Kim. Don’t take your mood or whatever problems you have out on me. You didn’t even want to talk to me.”

“I feel like I barely see you anymore. Why can’t it be like how it used to be when we actually would have fun?”

“I’m trying my best Kim. My life is not set up for fun right now.” You try to tell her but she shakes her head as she looks at you.

“Right. Your life is set up for Paul, Y/N.”

“Whatever, Kim.” you say and turn to walk away.

“Rushing to see a boy who didn’t even show up to his imprint’s graduation.” she states.

You whip around, “You’re just jealous. You know nothing. How would you like it if I made remarks about Jared not wanting you?”

“I give up. Seriously. You’re clearly suffering from tunnel vision….You know what? I’m just going to focus on me.” she says projecting her voice. It sung. She was giving up on the friendship that you thought was strong.

“Good for you.” you tell her and choose to not look back.

You felt a type of way, feeling that what she did was unfair to you. She didn’t give you the option to make an opinion. You were going to sit at the beach since it was the perfect weather, but a small celebration seemed to be going on. You stand there for a bit, but you see a very tall cliff.

You walk your way through the woods, thick with leaves, dirt, and fallen branches. Tress began to disappear your figure from civilization. A faint whoosh makes you look up to see nothing. You look to the sides and turn around but still don’t see anything. You focus back onto route, fully convinced that it was just the wind.

A snap of a branch is heard above you. You snap your eyes to a tree above you that was in front of you. You see a person. Or something that looks very close to a person. You just remembered the pale skin, as it moved closer, you’ll never forget the dazzle in their eyes. You couldn’t help but look with your feet stuck to the earth and also wonder how they climbed so high up without you hearing a peep from them. Taking a good look at you, you noticed the amber coloring of their eyes and they take a deep sniff. They then crouch and lean forward in a fluid motion, reminding you of a lion who is after its prey.

Suddenly, you feel a force, you didn’t process yourself in the air until you fell into a pile of leaves. You raise your hands and large scrapes on your hands and inner arm making an appearance. Dirty blood trickles and it burns as you grimace. You hear snarling and growling and almost have a heart attack watching arms fly off into the air and almost scream seeing a torn off leg.

The fur, let you know that it had to be Sam and the others. You get up from your position and try to stand but your knee burns. You look down to also see another scrape. As the skin folds as you try to walk on it, a burning sensation makes you hiss. You also feel the throb on your hands and arm. A very human naked version of Paul comes into view. You couldn’t help that your eyes looked to his slinging body part in between his legs and you squeeze your eyes shut.

Two large hot hands grip your upper arms, feel all over your body, and lifts your chin. You slowly open your eyes. You suddenly smell the scent of smoke and fire, it smelled like something was cooking. You saw bluish faint flames erupt and you were in shock.

“Y/N.” he says and pulls you to him but you step back, his skin rubbing on the part that burns. He looks with a focused expression, his eyes meeting where you hurt. Without warning, he carries you back bridal style and he walks in long strides back to Emily’s house. He doesn’t let go of you when he takes you into the bathroom. Turning on the water, and shoving the door closed, he attacks your clothes first.

“Wait-“

“I have to clean you up. Plus, I want to get this vampire smell off of me.” he says as he carefully makes you bare before him.

He was gentle to bandage you and he was silent. Taking it all in as you sat watching him bandage your knee with his bedroom light shining. You just kept thinking about how enchanting the cold one looked. Besides the unnatural characteristics that it displayed, they looked like a perfect human being. You were staring off into space. You didn’t notice until you feel a nudge. You look down as Paul was on his knees with your finished bandages.

“Are you alright?” he asks. You nod, not letting him see you sweat and pull a weak smile. He’s not convinced. His eyebrows furrow.

“I’ve been calling you and you just went blank.” he explains and now it was your turn to furrow your eyebrows. He gets up and sit next to you on the bed as you stare at the floor.

“What were you doing out there anyway? You never went that way before.” he asks facing you. You just shrug.

“You know.” he says, not buying it. You didn’t want to talk about it. It made everything seem too real. If you said it out loud, it wouldn’t just be a dream.

“I…I just wanted to sit at the cliffs.” you say.

“If I came one second later, you would’ve been…” he mutters, looking stressed out as he looks ahead.

You take your hand and rub his back in big slow circles. “Thankfully that didn’t happen.” you try to reassure him. You tried your best to forget that it happened.

The next day, he made sure to re clean the scrapes and also used ointment to decrease your chances of scars.

Eating lunch, you tuned out the conversation as Sam debriefs Emily on everything. You couldn’t take the looks of empathy from her. You were fine.

You couldn’t sleep. You stared awake at the ceiling and Paul was checking the perimeter with Jared before coming in for the night. You kept looking at window, afraid that a cold one might burst through it at any given second.

You sit on the floor and just decide to doodle to past the slow time, hoping it makes you tired. You didn’t notice your surrounds and didn’t notice until Paul’s voice makes you jump. You turn around to see him towering over you.

“You’re still awake?” he asks and you nod. He eyes the window, which makes you follow his eyes and it’s daylight. You’re confused until you look down at your pad and realize that you captured the visualization of your near death experience. You quickly shut it and Paul is still staring at you.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks. You shake your head, “I just need to sleep right now.” You climb into bed and this time you don’t face him. He’s worried.

You come out later in the day to see him lounging on a loveseat in Emily’s sitting room, watching a show. The show is soon forgotten when you enter, he keeps his eyes on you as you walk closer to him. He pulls and sits you on his lap. He looks at you for a minute as you see what show he’s exactly watching. You still feel his eyes on you and this makes you chuckle a bit, “What?”

He doesn’t match your playful energy. “You know you can talk to me.”

“Yeah. I know.” you say and nod your head and squeeze his knee, letting him know you understand.

At night, you kept staring at the ceiling. No matter how late, no matter how much you did in a day, you weren’t settled. You only waited for daylight. It kind of reminded you of the times you sneakily watched scary movies as a kid.

The eyes under your bags were more and more noticeable. At breakfast, Sam ordered Paul and Jared to patrol the area as he stays back. They ask why, Sam never missed patrol. Not even for Emily.

“Just do what I say.” he says authoritatively.

It’s just you and Sam left at the table, Emily is running errands for the day.

“What’s going on, Y/N?” he asks patiently.

“Nothing?” you say, trying to sound confused. You soon realize Sam’s alpha nature.

“You haven’t been sleeping. It’s all in your face. You jump at loud noises now. You haven’t really talked about what happened at the cliffs.” he says. You just sit there. Hearing what he’s saying, “You should talk to someone so you don’t have to make yourself forget.”

“I..Don’t have anything to say about what happened.” you tell him, leaning back in your chair and pulling your lip into your mouth.

“You can ask questions. You can open up. I’m not all mean and scary.” he says to lift your spirits.

“I know,” you say as you crack a smile, “I just wish…never mind.” you shake your head.

“No, go on. What were you about to say?” he says, encouraging you on. You sigh and look down.

“Is it bad that.. I don’t think I can get used to this supernatural world.” you say honestly. You felt guilty but also relieved that you no longer have to hold it in anymore. Sam just nods in a non judging manner. You feel more comfortable to let your feelings out.

“I really like Paul a lot but I miss when things were more normal. I miss when this was just in the unknown. I want to be there for him, but I just don’t know what to do. I feel like I lost my grip on control. A grip on my life.” you say and Sam strokes his chin in thought.

“Have you talked to him about this?” he says and your heart thuds a bit. You shake your head.

“I can’t. He will take it the wrong way. I might slip up and say the wrong thing.” you say with your eye contact focusing on the hands in front of you.

“I doubt it. Just tell him how you feel.” he says. Moments of silence pass comfortably and the hustle and bustle of both Jared and Paul is heard. You look down and Paul leans down and kiss your neck. You give him a weak smile.

Sam is talking with Jared but he gives you a look. You muster up a squeeze of confidence and ask Paul to take a walk with you.

You’re automatically clutching his arm, walking side by side with him.

“Are you alright?” he asks as he looks at the sky.

You were going to say yes but you chose other words instead. “I don’t know, to be honest.”

He turns his head to look at you, “What don’t you know?”

You hesitantly answered, “I don’t think…I mean, I don’t know..” you sigh and try again, “I just miss my normal way of life, I guess.” you say.

“Me too.” he mutters.

“I don’t know if I can get used to it.” you say as the footsteps start to halt.

“It’s pretty trippy, I’ll give you that.”

“What happens if I…” you look at the trees trailing off.

“What?” Paul asks as he looks into the distance.

“So, as long as I’m an imprint or apart of the pack, cold ones will come after me?” you ask. His eyes flicker to yours, “As long as you’re human.”

“What happens if you what?” he says, not forgetting what you were about to say. His gaze is intense, intimidating you.

You wring your fingers, “Um.. spend some time away from La Push.” you say in a small voice. He flickers his eyes away, slightly shaking his head. Looking down, he clenched his fists, now stepping on an insect.

“I don’t want you to think I’m trying to leave you.” you tell him but he glared at you.

“Leaving La Push is leaving me. I’m stuck here, Y/N.”

You couldn’t meet his eyes anymore. You then choose to fold your arms and pay attention to the bird that’s on your focus.

He chuckles at bitter laugh, “Was that what you were talking with Sam about?”

“He was just checking up on me. I just..Let out how I feel. I can’t help how I feel. I think you should be more patient with that.”

He narrows his eyes at you, “You should take your own advice.”

You throw your arms up slightly, “I almost died.”

“Every time I shift, death is a possibility.” he says deadpanned.

“I can’t sleep. I’m always scared. I can’t take it anymore.” you say and you didn’t mean to crumble your face, but you let it out on your hands. Pulling your hands from your face, he lets you cry it out on his chest.

“If I could leave, believe me, I would.” he says softly as he rubs your back.

After you wipe your face with your hands and with the help of his thumbs, you both turn back to the house.

He rattles the box of chess and you join him on the bed. He sets up his pieces, with you being in charge of the white team this time. He waits for you to go first. There was silence throughout the entire game. You secretly liked the silence. It let you to just be. You didn’t know what your future entailed anymore. This moment though, you felt you had control. Moving the pieces around the board in your favor.

You were very close to winning, but Paul wasn’t letting that happen. He cackles with satisfaction as you toss a pillow at him. Thanking him for the reason of your uplifted mood.

Sam comes in and urgency needs Paul outside. They have to watch out for a predicted shifter. Billy Black’s son. You heard of him, heard of the respect that Billy Black carried and began to understand. He strips, hands you his clothes with a passionate kiss and shifts into the woods.

You sit at the table with Emily as she drinks tea.

“It’s such a shame more young boys have to face this destiny.” she says. You nod and rest your face on your hands.

”What triggers it?”

“Cold ones in the area. It activates the bloodline to protect.” She simply explains and takes a careful sip.

You choose to look out of the window.

As days and weeks pass by as they monitor the young boy, you see some sort of lightness in that time frame. You had your assignment submitted, the editor in chief called and wanted to hook you up with showcasing your art to a well known gallery. The only problem, it was out of town. You needed to think on that.

Paul let you know he gets the keys to his new place next week.

“I’m so happy for you. Do you feel good?” you say with a beaming smile.

He showcases a smile that makes your heart melt instantly and nods, “It can finally just be us.”

Kim reached out and apologized. “You’re like a sister to me. I was so out of line.”

“It’s okay. Shit is crazy right now anyways.” you say and chuckle to yourself. You invite her over.

As the boys are away from patrol, you both help Emily with dinner. Sensing Paul coming in soon, your heart speeds up a bit. Sam comes through the door and kissed Emily senseless. Paul came in and cupped your cheeks and crushed his lips on you.

Kim and Jared just sat the table looking at each other. You move to the side and also sit at the table.

“It’s nice to have you over, Kim.” Sam says as he digs into his food.

“Its nice to be here.” Kim says quietly.

Forks scraping fills in the silence. It was painfully awkward. Jared just steals glances at Kim here and there.

“I have to go out of town for a couple of days.” You announce because the silence was too much.

“What for?” Paul asks.

You explain the opportunity that was presented to you.

“I love that for you.” Kim says smiling.

“I bet you do.” Paul says to her coldly.

“Paul.” Emily says to him with seriousness.

“Whats the problem?” You ask.

“We’ll talk later.” he says and gets up to put his plate away.

“Don’t let him talk you out of it.” Kim says. Your eyes grow big at her when she makes the statement. Paul clatters the plate down in the sink loud.

“You need to mind your fucking business.” he growls out.

“Paul just chill out man.” Jared says trying his best to be a mediator.

“I don’t even know why she’s here!” he says, and looks dead at her, “We all know your own imprint does not want you.”

You face palm as gasps surround the room and Jared just looks down. Kim’s face goes blank.

“Paul, outside.” Sam orders him and follows him out.

“I’m sorry about that Kim.” You go on to say. She shakes her head, “I thought we were going somewhere. You really don’t want me?”

Jared walks to her, “It’s not that I don’t want you, Kim..I feel like you don’t open up with me. I like to have fun and make people laugh. I’m not going to lie but…how should I say this?” He trails off.

“Kim, you don’t show him your real personality.” you say to her. Jared gives you a thank you with his eyes. Kim looks down, “I’m just nervous around you, that’s all.” Jared looks at her as if he understands, “You can be yourself with me, Kim.”

Just then, Sam and Paul comes back in. Paul’s face is softened up but you know that he’s still feeling a bit bitter. Sam jerks his head in Kim’s direction.

Paul didn’t want to. He looks at her so dirty that it made you feel bad for her. “Sorry.” he mutters barely audible without looking at her and storms off into his bedroom and slams the door. Sam sighs tiredly and looks to the ceiling.

“I can take you home.” Jared says and Kim smiles excitedly at that.

“Now, what was that?” You ask Paul as you move into the room, looking at him stare at a spot on the wall.

He shakes his head and scoffs.

“What?” you say and nudge his shoulder.

He scrunched his face, “Nothing. I’m going to bed. Sam is probably going to make us get up before the sun comes up.” he then turns over to go to sleep.

You shake his shoulder slightly, “Paul come on. You’re being overdramatic and you were rude.”

“I was not. I don’t just go off on people for no reason.”

“Okay, so what’s the reason.” you ask, having a feeling it’s some lame excuse. Silence sets in for a minute as you try to stay patient.

“You won’t believe me anyway.” he says quietly.

“Paul just say it.” you say, starting to get agitated.

“If this cause chaos, just know it was you who asked for it.” he says and grabs his phone. You watch him the entire time as he scrolls for some time. Before he hands you the phone, he faces it towards his chest, and he looks at you with seriousness.

“Remember when you told me Kim’s cousin had a party in Neah Bay?”

You nod, not knowing where this is going.

He hands you the phone and you hesitantly take it, eyeing him confused. “Read it.” he says. They’re obviously screenshots.

“I’m bringing my friend. She’s into art too.”

“What does she look like ?”

*picture attachment* “Her name is Y/N.”

“Damn she’s cute. She’s single right?”

“Shes not but if you talk to her good, she will be down with you.”

“Idk about that lol i’m not trying to get into ANY fights over a girl”

“You’re all the way in Neah Bay. The guy she’s with will only just drag her into his lowlife lifestyle. You saw how talented she is”

“Yeah but I don’t know if I should trust that”

“Just at least give her an idea to leave him”

”Thats crazyyy lmaoo” “No trust me. She wants to leave La Push to pursue her art seriously but he’s trapping her there. I just want her to hurry up and save herself before she gets knocked up by him :/ ”

The messages end and you look at his furious eyes.

“Who is this?” you say, “Who is she texting?” Refusing to believe.

“My cousin. He’s from there and was going to that same party. He sent that to me. Okay, look.” He takes the phone out of your grasp, scrolls some more. Then hands it back to you. It’s between Paul and his cousin now.

“Want to see what she looks like?”

“She’s probably ugly”

“Shut up” *picture attachment*

“Are you trying to be funny”

“? ? No”

“Fuck you”

“What? I’m serious. Her friend is just trying to hooking us up. Why are you mad? Do you know her or something ?”

“You’re dumb as hell. That’s MY gf “What’s her friend’s name?”

“Kim.” *screenshot attachment*

You look up and he’s giving you a “I told you so” look.

You look to the wall and you have nothing to say.

“And that’s your “friend” right?” he says to you.

You get up, feeling overwhelmed and grab your valuable items that you brought.

“Where are you going?” he asks.

You go to him, kiss him to let him know you’re not mad at him. You pull back and open his bedroom door, “I need to go home.”

He follows you out, calling for you to come back. You’re ignoring him while walking and he catches up to you and grabs your arm but you shrug it off hard, feeling irritated.

“Just leave me alone. Like, I’m serious. I need to be by myself right now or else I’ll be shitty to you so please…” you say and you continue walking.

Nothing was seemed as what it seemed. Fuming, you make your way back to your house. Paul called but you didn’t answer. You just text him.

“Let me think.”

He texts back like lightening, immediately reading your message.

“You’ll think yourself into a conniption”

You roll your eyes and place your phone some place where you can’t reach with it arm length. You grab your headphones and turn on some music. You just wanted a time in your life where you wasn’t so surprised that it was life altering. You lie there as music pumps through your ears, leaking into your head, thinking about why couldn’t your life be simple?

[ingenuitycfchacs]

"no, i said leave-" her words cut off as she'd found her way into the lounge, avoiding another who'd tried to garner her attention. she didn't want to talk to anyone else, on edge over the disruption to the normal flow of the games. this was not how things were supposed to go. what would happen now? she didn't like the unknown. and with her anxiousness barely below the surface, so was the nagging voice of her district partner and former best friend, her inability to ignore the voice presenting itself in her cut off words. "uh, yea." she responded after staring at the other for a moment. "don't think this has ever happened before."

where: a lounge in the tribute center when: mid morning who: open

it was difficult not to feel like she was in trouble, even though she had nothing to do with whatever it was that had happened she also hadn't prevented or stopped it. and yes, she was afraid of what might come down the pipeline for all the peacekeepers but it actually didn't matter much. cinda was elated that the rebels had pulled off whatever they had pulled off, it was an enormous win, the first in history since the first rebellion she thought but she didn't know the history that well, she hadn't finished school after all. she was proud of whoever they were, even if it meant she paid the price. "strange day, right?" she said, trying to hide how startled she'd been by them coming into the room without her hearing.

[aventurineswife]

(っ╹ᆺ╹)っ plz, in case no one has asked yet, the other obey me characters with a thembo? If you can't do all of them... At least Thirteen and Diavolo, thank you 💖✨💖✨💖✨

Obey Me! Side Characters With A Thembo!Mc

Tags: Side Characters x Reader (Diavolo x Reader, Barbatos x Reader, Solomon x Reader, Simeon x Reader, Luke x Reader(Platonic) Raphael x Reader, Thirteen x Reader, Mephistopheles x Reader), Fluff, Humor, Thembo!MC/Reader, Lighthearted, Can be read Romantically (for others except Luke) or Platonically, Misunderstandings.

[Obey Me! Brothers ver]

Diavolo loved your carefree nature. There was something refreshing about your innocence, like a ray of sunlight breaking through clouds. He’d be meeting with you in his office, and you’d be lounging on his couch, legs kicked up like it was your personal throne. He couldn’t help but smile every time you misinterpreted something he said with that look of unintentional innocence.

"Diavolo, how do I lift this heavy thing?" you asked, holding up a stack of papers that were almost taller than you. "It looks... heavy. I might need your muscles for this one."

Without missing a beat, Diavolo walked over to help, but there was a twinkle in his eyes. "You don't need to worry about lifting anything, MC. You are the strongest person I know," he said, lifting the papers easily with one hand.

"Are you sure? I mean, I guess I could try..." You puffed your chest out, only to trip over your own feet, falling into his arms.

"Here, let me help," he chuckled, carefully setting you down. "Just be careful next time."

Barbatos was as composed as always, but you brought out a bit of playful teasing in him that no one else could. His careful precision and your lovable lack of understanding always made for an amusing dynamic.

"Barbatos, I found the weirdest thing in the kitchen! It was like... a small round food, and I thought it was an apple, but it wasn’t?" you asked, holding up a strange, translucent item. "Do you know what it is?"

Barbatos chuckled softly, peering over his shoulder at you. "Ah, that would be a lychee fruit, MC. Not an apple. It's quite different in taste, but I imagine you'd enjoy it."

You blinked. "Huh... I thought it was one of those fancy apples from the human realm. Well, I’ll eat it anyway!" You bit into it with enthusiasm, your face lighting up at the sweet taste.

"You're always so full of surprises, MC," Barbatos said, his smile carrying a hint of affection. "Do take care not to confuse them next time."

Solomon often found himself both amused and exasperated by your antics. But when it came down to it, he had a soft spot for your honest nature. Even if you lacked the finesse for magic, you were always willing to try your best, even if you sometimes miscast a spell.

"Okay, MC, let’s try this simple spell again." Solomon instructed, as you stood with a determined expression, wand in hand.

"Right, right, I can do this!" you said confidently, despite the previous attempts having failed miserably.

You raised your wand, focused, and shouted, "Leviosa!"

Instead of lifting the object, the entire room seemed to shake, with the object glowing bright purple and floating in every direction. Solomon barely managed to catch it mid-air.

"MC..." Solomon sighed, his face both impressed and slightly concerned. "You do know that was a very complex variation of the spell, right?"

You blinked up at him, still smiling, completely unaware of the chaos you’d caused. "Oops... maybe a little too much?"

Solomon rubbed his forehead, chuckling under his breath. "You're impossible, but that's what makes you so fun to teach."

Simeon always tried to keep a calm, serene demeanor, but whenever he caught sight of your goofiness, he couldn't help but laugh. Your personality was pure sunshine, even if you were clueless to the social nuances around you. One time, you had tried to bake a cake for the others.

"You know, Simeon, I think I got the recipe right this time!" you said, holding up a cake that looked... interesting, to say the least.

Simeon peered at the lopsided cake with an expression of both surprise and concern. "Are you sure, MC?"

You grinned confidently. "Definitely! I followed the instructions! No way it could be wrong!"

Simeon bit his lip to suppress a laugh as he cut a slice. "Well, I admire your confidence... though I believe you might've misinterpreted the sugar for salt."

You blinked at the slice, eyes wide. "Oops. I mean... who knew salt could give cakes that... unique flavor?"

Luke adored you. Your simplicity and strength made him feel safe, like you were the protector in the duo, even though you often needed protecting from yourself. It wasn’t unusual for Luke to ask you for help with things, though you had a tendency to get distracted easily.

"MC, can you help me carry this basket of ingredients?" Luke asked, looking up at you with his wide, trusting eyes.

You grinned, eager to help. "Of course, Luke! This is totally my thing!"

As you grabbed the basket, you started to walk toward the kitchen, but... well, your attention drifted. A butterfly fluttered by, and you were off chasing it without a second thought, leaving Luke standing with the basket in hand, watching in mild confusion.

"MC?!" he called out. "You promised to help!"

You returned a few minutes later, out of breath, with the butterfly in your hand. "Look, Luke! I caught it!"

Luke chuckled, shaking his head, but still grinning. "You never stop, do you?"

Raphael’s patience was endless, and he appreciated how your straightforward nature complemented his own more reserved disposition. Though he would occasionally shake his head at your antics, he admired how you could be completely yourself.

"MC, do you need help with that weight?" Raphael asked one day as you were trying to bench press a surprisingly heavy set.

"Nope! I got it!" You responded, pushing with all your might. The barbell was barely moving. "This is easy! I just need to try a little harder."

Raphael stood nearby, arms crossed, watching. He couldn’t help but be impressed by your sheer determination, though he was definitely concerned about your technique.

“MC, might I suggest a different approach?” Raphael said calmly, walking over to assist you. “A little more control and less effort can sometimes be more effective.”

You let out a big sigh. “Guess I’m not as strong as I thought...”

Raphael chuckled, gently correcting your form. "You're strong, MC. But strength isn’t just about force; it's about balance."

Thirteen was always amazed by how you could be both the most brilliant and the most oblivious person in the room. You once tried to invent a device for cooking breakfast in bed but somehow accidentally turned it into a small nuclear reactor.

"MC, what in the world is that?" she asked, eyes wide with both curiosity and fear.

"Oh, this? Just a little something to help me make eggs and toast faster!" you explained, waving it off nonchalantly.

Thirteen sighed. "You know, MC, that is far more advanced than what anyone needs in a kitchen... You should probably step away before it explodes."

You glanced at her and smiled sheepishly. "Oops? Maybe I can cook with a regular stove next time."

Thirteen just grinned and patted your back. "It's so fun seeing you experiment, though."

Mephistopheles was one of the few who could tease you without worrying about getting overly frustrated, though you did manage to surprise him with your bizarre takes on life.

"You've been staring at that puzzle for hours, MC. Are you sure you're doing it right?" Mephistopheles asked, noticing you trying to put a jigsaw puzzle together upside down.

"Huh? Oh, I thought the picture on the back looked cooler." you said, tapping your chin thoughtfully.

Mephistopheles stifled a laugh. "Well, you're certainly... a unique one, MC. But if you flip it over, you might find it easier."

You smiled brightly. "Oh, yeah! I forgot about that." You flipped the puzzle over and immediately got to work, not realizing that your answer was the most logically simple one.

[razorblade-richards26]

The home video

Scene 1:

INT. CURTIS LIVING ROOM – DAY

The camera flickers on, showing a slightly shaky view of the living room. Johnny Cade sits in a swivel chair, trying to act serious as he stares into the camera, wearing a focused expression. Ponyboy stands behind the camera, adjusting the angle.

Ponyboy:(behind the camera) "Alright, Johnny. Just look into the camera and say, 'Welcome to our home movie.' Easy, right?"

Johnny:(nodding nervously) "Yeah, easy."

He takes a deep breath and smiles awkwardly into the lens.

Johnny:"Hi, my name is Johnny… uh…"

He pauses, fumbling over his words.

Johnny:(muttering) "Wait… what’s my name again?"

Ponyboy:(laughing) "Johnny, come on! You know your name!"

Johnny:(scratching his head) "Yeah, but I got nervous. Hold on."

He clears his throat, trying again. He stares directly into the camera with more confidence.

Johnny:"Hi, my name is Johnny… Cade! Welcome to our flim!"

Ponyboy:(stifling laughter) "Film, Johnny. It's 'film,' not 'flim.'"

Johnny:(facepalming) "Aw man, I messed it up again."

Ponyboy:(stepping around the camera) "Here, let me show you how it’s done. It’s not that hard."

Johnny steps aside, and Ponyboy takes a seat in the chair, attempting to do the introduction himself. He positions the chair so that he can do a cool spin before introducing the film.

Ponyboy:(smirking) "Watch and learn, Johnny. This is how you do it."

He spins the chair around, but he spins too fast and ends up jerking to a halt, clutching his back.

Ponyboy:(grimacing in pain) "Ow! Ow! Ow! Oh man, I think I pulled something…"

Johnny:(snickering) "See? It ain't that easy."

Ponyboy gets up, rubbing his back, trying to play it cool.

Ponyboy:"Alright, let’s just skip the chair spin."

Johnny takes the chair back and tries again, now looking more determined. He squares his shoulders and leans forward, concentrating.

Johnny:(real serious) "Hi, my name is Johnny Cade, and welcome to our… film."

There’s a brief silence. Johnny smiles proudly. Ponyboy looks pleased.

Ponyboy:"Finally! That was perfect."

Johnny grins, relieved.

Johnny:"See, I told you I could do it."

Ponyboy:(pressing buttons) "Yeah, except… I didn’t hit record."

Johnny’s face drops as he realizes all his effort was for nothing.

Johnny:(throwing his hands up) "Are you kidding me?"

Ponyboy shrugs sheepishly.

Ponyboy:(sighing) "Let’s just… skip the intro."

(the camera then shifts to ponyboys camera focused on the curtis household).

Ponyboy:My name is ponyboy, and this is my life in tulsa.

CUT TO:

EXT. CURTIS FRONT PORCH – DAY

The music continues as Ponyboy runs out onto the porch. He stands in front of the house, holding up a cardboard sign with "Darrel Curtis" written in big letters.

Ponyboy:(dramatically announcing) "And first up, we’ve got the man himself… Darrel Curtis!"

The camera zooms in awkwardly on Darry, who’s standing on the porch doing pull-ups on the doorframe, completely unaware he’s being filmed. Darry looks over, noticing Ponyboy holding the sign, and narrows his eyes.

Darry:(confused) "What are you doing, Pony?"

Ponyboy:(grinning) "Just introducing the cast, Darry!"

Darry:(sighs) "Make it quick. I’ve still got 30 more pull-ups to do."

Ponyboy flips the cardboard cue card, holding up a new sign as the theme music continues.

CUT TO:

INT. CURTIS KITCHEN – DAY

Next up is Sodapop, standing in the kitchen with a sandwich in his hand. Ponyboy sneaks up behind him, holding a sign with "Sodapop Curtis" written in colorful letters.

Ponyboy:"Next, we have the heartthrob, the energy of the crew… Sodapop Curtis!"

Soda looks over his shoulder, noticing the camera for the first time. He grins and strikes a pose, sandwich still in hand.

Sodapop:(laughing) "Well, if it ain’t my big debut! What’s up, world?"

Ponyboy:(mockingly) "Yeah, yeah, Soda, show off that sandwich like it's gonna win you an award."

Sodapop:(winking) "Hey, food is art."

CUT TO:

INT. CURTIS LIVING ROOM – DAY

The music transitions as Two-Bit Mathews is lounging on the couch, flipping through a comic book. Ponyboy steps into frame with another cardboard sign that says "Two-Bit Mathews" with little doodles of a beer bottle and a joke book.

Ponyboy:"Next up, the wisecracker of the crew… Two-Bit Mathews!"

Two-Bit glances at the camera, casually saluting with his comic book.

Two-Bit:(grinning) "Always gotta keep things light, y’know? Somebody’s gotta keep you guys from getting too serious."

Ponyboy:(teasing) "Like lifting that beer can’s gonna keep you in shape."

Two-Bit:(laughing) "Hey, you’d be surprised. This arm’s all muscle!"

CUT TO:

INT. CURTIS LIVING ROOM – SAME DAY

The camera zooms in on Johnny Cade, who’s nervously trying to introduce himself while still holding the camera.

Ponyboy:"Next, we got the quiet one… Johnny Cade!"

Johnny holds up his own sign that says “Johnny Cade,” nervously shrugging.

Johnny:(shyly) "Uh, hey… Yeah, I’m here too."

Suddenly, Dallas Winston steps into the frame, snatching the sign from Johnny’s hand and tossing it aside.

Dallas:"Forget the quiet intro, Johnny. Lemme show 'em how it's done."

Ponyboy:(dramatic voice) "And here’s the one and only Dallas Winston…"

Dally gives a cocky smirk to the camera and lights a cigarette.

Dallas:(leaning in) "Don’t mess with me, or you’ll regret it. That’s my intro."

CUT TO:

INT. CURTIS LIVING ROOM – LATER

The camera now focuses on Ace, sitting cross-legged on the floor, completely ignoring the camera.

Ponyboy:"And last, but definitely not least, we have the wild card… Ace!"

Ace gives a quick, annoyed glance at the camera, then looks away, uninterested.

Ace:"Seriously, Pony? I told you I don’t do intros."

Ponyboy:(teasing) "Aw, come on, Ace! Show the world your cute side!"

Ace rolls her eyes but smirks slightly.

Ace:(muttering) "Fine, whatever. Hi."

CUT TO:

EXT. CURTIS YARD – DAY

The entire gang is now outside, standing in a line, posing dramatically like they’re in a superhero team-up movie. Ponyboy stands in front of them, holding a final cardboard sign that says "The Gang" with all their names scribbled on it. The camera zooms out, capturing the whole crew striking goofy poses. Two-Bit flexes comically, Sodapop strikes a heroic stance, Johnny tries to stay serious but cracks a smile, Dally leans back looking effortlessly cool, Darry stands like a dad who’s just happy to get this over with, and Ace just shakes her head at the silliness.

Ponyboy:And all other friends in “ the world of the greaser ga-”(giving up) ok i give up, whos ever gonna watch this.

Scene 2: "Moobus Gelatinous vs. Backhandus Ballerus"

INT. CURTIS LIVING ROOM – DAY

The scene begins with Johnny holding the camera shakily as Ponyboy does a dramatic narration, trying to sound like the narrator of a wildlife documentary. The camera zooms in on Sodapop, lying lazily on the couch with his legs up, flipping through a magazine.

Ponyboy (narrating dramatically):“In the wild plains of the Curtis household, we encounter the rare and elusive creature known as the… Moobus Gelatinous.”

The camera focuses in closer on Sodapop, who is now scratching his head in confusion.

Ponyboy (continuing):“This creature, otherwise known as Sodapop Curtis, has adapted perfectly to the couch, where it spends hours conserving its energy for… absolutely nothing.”

Soda finally realizes he’s being filmed and tosses the magazine aside with a grin.

Sodapop:“Moobus Gelatinous, huh? Yeah, well, I am pretty slick.”

He smirks and strikes a goofy pose, flexing like he’s some sort of wrestling champion.

Johnny (from behind the camera):“Dude, it’s a documentary. Be serious.”

Sodapop:(laughing) “You expect me to be serious? Good luck with that.”

Ponyboy (dramatically):“But little does the Moobus Gelatinous know… danger lurks nearby.”

The camera zooms out as Darry bursts through the front door carrying a bag of groceries, looking completely tired but determined. He tosses the bag on the table with a huff.

Ponyboy (whispering):“And here, we witness the entrance of a natural predator… the Backhandus Ballerus.”

The camera zooms in on Darry, who starts putting the groceries away. Soda, still lounging on the couch, eyes the bag hungrily. He quietly gets up and approaches the groceries like a sneaky animal hunting its prey.

Ponyboy (whispering, overly dramatic):“The Moobus approaches… stalking the prey… ready to scavenge for food.”

Johnny:“Dude, you sound like an off-brand Attenborough.”

Ponyboy:(faking offense) “I’m trying to set the mood!”

Soda reaches into the bag, his fingers just grazing a piece of fried chicken. But as he’s about to snatch it—

Darry:(not even looking up) “Soda, don’t even think about it.”

Soda freezes, giving the camera a comical wide-eyed look.

Ponyboy (dramatically whispering):“The predator has spotted its prey…”

Sodapop:(grinning) “Come on, Darry. Just a bite?”

Darry:(firm) “I just bought that. You’ve had all day to eat.”

Sodapop:(mock serious) “But the Moobus Gelatinous needs sustenance!”

Johnny (laughing from behind the camera):“This is gold.”

Suddenly, Soda lunges for the chicken, but Darry moves faster, slapping Soda’s hand away. The camera zooms in on the chaos as Soda makes another attempt, reaching in with both hands this time. Darry, now fully engaged, blocks him with a sharp backhanded slap to the wrist.

Ponyboy (narrating):“And thus begins the ancient battle… Moobus Gelatinous vs. Backhandus Ballerus!”

Darry:(rolling his eyes) “You guys are ridiculous.”

Sodapop (grinning, mock dramatic):“Never underestimate the Moobus!”

Soda reaches for the chicken again, but this time, Darry swats him back so hard, Soda stumbles into the couch, laughing. He bounces right back up and tries again, throwing his whole body into it.

Johnny (behind the camera):“Get him, Moobus! Get the chicken!”

The battle intensifies, with Darry blocking every one of Soda’s moves. Suddenly, Soda makes one final desperate lunge and—success! He snatches the chicken out of the bag and holds it above his head in triumph.

Sodapop (victoriously):“I am victorious!”

Ponyboy (narrating):“With the use of his deadly defense mechanism—the bite, Moobus Gelatinous emerges triumphant, scavenging his well-earned prey.”

Just as Soda prepares to take a big bite, Darry grabs him by the back of the shirt collar, yanking him backward and sending the chicken flying into the air. Ponyboy catches it mid-flight, like a football player snagging a pass.

Darry:(half-laughing, half-annoyed) “Give me a break, you two! And put that chicken back.”

Ponyboy (grinning at the camera):“And so, the Backhandus Ballerus remains undefeated.”

Soda slumps dramatically on the couch, feigning defeat.

Sodapop:“I’ll get you next time, Darry. The Moobus never gives up!”

The camera pans to Johnny, who’s trying to keep the shot steady as he laughs.

Scene 3: Dallas’s “3D Without Glasses” Prank

INT. CURTIS LIVING ROOM – LATER

The scene opens with Dallas Winston standing in front of the camera, a sly grin plastered on his face. He’s clearly up to no good, and the mischievous glint in his eyes is enough to make anyone suspicious.

Dallas:(leaning in toward the camera, speaking in a low voice) “Alright, listen up, everyone. I’m about to blow your minds. Y’all ready for some high-quality cinema? Forget those fancy theaters. I’m about to give you 3D… without the glasses.”

Johnny (from behind the camera):(skeptical) “3D without glasses? Really, Dal?”

Dallas:(raising an eyebrow, cocky) “Trust me. This is gonna be the best thing you’ve ever seen.”

Ponyboy:(frowning, already skeptical) "Dally, this better not be another one of your dumb pranks."

Dallas:"Oh, come on, Pony. When have I ever—"

Ponyboy:"Every time."

He takes a step back, putting some distance between himself and the camera, while gesturing for Johnny to zoom in.

Dallas:“Now, here’s how it works. You gotta focus real close, alright? Keep your eyes locked on the screen and don’t blink. If you do it right, it’s gonna pop out at you like you’re in the movie.”

Johnny (sarcastic):“Yeah, sure. Real scientific, Dal.”

Ponyboy (off-screen):(muttering) “This is gonna be a disaster.”

Dallas (smirking):“Shut up and watch. You’ll see.”

Dallas takes a deep breath and straightens up, putting on a serious face for the camera. The atmosphere gets strangely tense as he motions for Johnny to zoom in even closer.

Dallas:“Alright. Focus hard. It’s gonna feel like the screen’s coming at ya in 3… 2… 1…”

Suddenly, the screen cuts to a jump-scare—a loud, eerie scream and the image of a creepy monster’s face lunging directly at the camera. It’s edited poorly, but the effect is jarring enough to catch anyone off guard.

Johnny (startled, behind the camera):"Holy—! What the hell is that?!"

Ponyboy (jumping out of his seat):"DAL!"

The camera jerks violently, showing Johnny flinching in real-time, the shot getting wobbly as he nearly drops it. There’s a clatter of noise, followed by both Ponyboy and Johnny shouting in surprise.

Johnny (laughing, breathless):“Dallas! What the hell, man?!”

Dallas (cracking up):“Gotcha, didn’t I? 3D without glasses, just like I promised!”

Ponyboy (annoyed but laughing):“You almost gave me a heart attack!”

The camera swings back to Dallas, who is now doubled over in laughter, thoroughly enjoying the chaos he’s caused.

Dallas (grinning, wiping his eyes):“Aw, come on. You gotta admit, that was brilliant. You should’ve seen your faces!”

Johnny (still laughing):“I think you made my heart skip a beat! That wasn’t 3D, man, that was 10D scare tactics.”

Ponyboy (shaking his head):“You’re lucky the camera didn’t break.”

Dallas (still smirking):“Eh, don’t worry. I’ll get y’all again soon enough. Next time, I’m gonna make it really pop out at ya.”

Johnny (grinning):“Next time, we’re unplugging the TV.”

Scene 4: Paul Holden’s Konami Code Madness

EXT. STREETS OF TULSA – DAY

The scene opens with Ponyboy and Johnny walking down a sidewalk, both holding an old, wobbly camera, trying to focus it on their subject—a Soc, Paul Holden. They’re sneaking behind him, talking in hushed voices like wildlife documentarians.

Ponyboy (whispering to the camera):"Okay, so here we have one of the most elusive Socs in their natural habitat… Paul Holden."

Johnny (mimicking an Australian accent):"Notice how he moves all smug-like. Not a care in the world. A true alpha."

Ponyboy (giggling):"Johnny, stop it. You sound like one of those TV narrators."

Johnny:"Exactly the point, Pony. Gotta make it sound epic."

The two snicker before the camera zooms in on Paul, who walks with purpose. Suddenly, Paul pulls something from his pocket—a handheld gaming device, the latest craze among the Socs.

Ponyboy:"What the heck is he doing?"

The boys watch closely as Paul looks around, making sure no one is watching. Then, with precision, his fingers tap on the game in a specific pattern.

Johnny (narrating again):"And here we see the rare Konami Code… up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A…"

Ponyboy (gasping in awe):"Dude, no way… is he seriously—"

As they watch, Paul suddenly hits an invisible block above his head, just like in a video game, and out pops a dollar bill. Johnny and Ponyboy’s jaws drop.

Johnny (freaking out):"Did you just see that?! He got money… from thin air!"

Ponyboy (in disbelief):"I gotta try this!"

(Paul takes his newfound dollar and casually walks into a convenience store, leaving Johnny and Ponyboy behind to gape at each other.)

Johnny:"This guy's like a human cheat code."

EXT. SCHOOL – LATER

(Paul Holden is at school now, and Johnny and Ponyboy are still following him with the camera. Paul is in class, sitting at the back of the room during a test. He pulls out the same gaming device and punches in the Konami Code again.)

Johnny (whispering):"He’s gonna do it again!"

Ponyboy:"What’s he trying to pull now?"

(They watch as Paul sneakily hits the code, and suddenly, his test paper fills itself out. Johnny and Ponyboy watch in awe as the teacher walks by, oblivious to Paul's genius.)

Ponyboy (incredulous):"He’s literally cheating with a cheat code…"

Johnny:"This is insane. I’m trying this on my next test."

Ponyboy:"No, you’re not!"

EXT. TRACK FIELD – LATER

The next scene cuts to Paul running on the school track, competing in a race. Johnny and Ponyboy are still following him, now more intrigued than ever.

Ponyboy (laughing):"No way he uses the code here."

Johnny:"Watch him."

Paul, mid-race, slows down just enough to reach into his pocket and tap the code on his device again. In an instant, he speeds up, outrunning every other runner like he just activated a turbo boost.

Ponyboy:"I swear, it’s like he’s in a video game."

Johnny (laughing):"Who even needs to train when you’ve got cheat codes?"

EXT. SCHOOL BASKETBALL COURT – LATER

(Finally, the scene cuts to Ponyboy attempting to use the Konami Code himself. He stands under the basketball hoop, facing a suspiciously floating block they set up earlier. Johnny films him with the shaky camera.)

Ponyboy (determined):"Okay, I’ve got this. Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A…"

(He jumps and slams his head against the block. Instead of coins, the block just collapses onto Ponyboy’s head, knocking him to the ground.)

Johnny (trying not to laugh):"Pony? You okay?"

Ponyboy (dazed):"I’m seeing stars, man… I didn’t summon any money, just a headache."

Johnny (laughing):"Maybe you didn’t get the code right."

Ponyboy (dazed):“Please just call soda”

Scene 5: Two-Bit’s Cool Lessons

INT. CURTIS HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – DAY

Ponyboy is behind the camera, adjusting the focus as Johnny fiddles with the lens. They’re getting ready to film Two-Bit, who’s standing in the middle of the living room, wearing his signature grin and acting like he’s about to deliver some life-changing advice.

Two-Bit (pointing at the camera):"Alright, folks, gather ‘round! Today, I’m gonna teach you how to be the coolest cat in town. Step one: muscles. Chicks love muscles."

Ponyboy (from behind the camera):"You sure about that?"

Two-Bit (scoffing):"‘Course I am, Ponyboy. You ever see a guy with noodle arms getting the girl? Exactly. Now, watch this."

He walks over to a pair of dumbbells that are sitting on the floor. However, instead of lifting the heavier weights, he picks up the smallest one—barely more than a few pounds—and starts lifting it with exaggerated grunts.

Two-Bit (straining for effect):"Gotta get these guns, man. Just you wait, in no time, I’ll be built like Darry."

Johnny (smirking):"You’re lifting a toddler’s weight, Two-Bit."

Two-Bit (laughing):"Hey, it’s all part of the process! You start small, work your way up. Don’t judge the method—judge the results!"

He flexes his biceps, but they barely move. Ponyboy snickers, trying to hold the camera steady.

Ponyboy:"Yeah, maybe in a hundred years."

Two-Bit:"Hey, you gotta start somewhere!"

INT. CURTIS HOUSE – KITCHEN – LATER

Two-Bit is now holding a bunch of crumpled dollar bills in his hands, looking directly into the camera.

Two-Bit:"Alright, lesson number two: cash. You want the ladies’ attention? You gotta have some fliff—cash, dough, moolah."

He dramatically throws the crumpled bills in the air, letting them flutter to the floor.

Two-Bit (with a grin):"See? ‘Cause nothing says romance like making it rain."

Johnny (deadpan):"Yeah, except that’s like ten dollars total."

Two-Bit:"Hey, money’s money, Johnnycakes. And it’s the thought that counts. Besides, watch this."

He walks over to Cherry, Marcia, and Beverly, who are sitting on the porch outside, enjoying the afternoon. Two-Bit flashes them his signature smile and strolls up, trying to act smooth. The camera follows him.

Two-Bit (charming):"Hey, ladies, got a quarter? I told my mom I’d call her when I fell in love."

Marcia looks at him with a raised eyebrow but hands him her cell phone instead.

Two-Bit (confused):"Uh, no, I meant like… a quarter…"

Marcia (smiling):"Call her. You can use my phone."

There’s an awkward silence as Two-Bit holds the phone. Ponyboy and Johnny are behind the camera, barely containing their laughter.

Two-Bit (nervous, to the camera):"Uh… yeah, this is going well."

He quickly dials a number, putting the phone to his ear.

Two-Bit (into the phone):"Soda? Yeah, you gotta come get me, man. I think I just embarrassed myself into oblivion."

He hands the phone back to Marcia, gives a sheepish grin, and walks away, his head down in shame.

Ponyboy (laughing behind the camera):"Smooth, Two-Bit. Real smooth."

Johnny (grinning):"Maybe next time don’t ask to borrow a phone to call your mom."

Two-Bit (mumbling):"Yeah, yeah, everyone’s a critic."

Scene 6: Commercial break

[Cut to Johnny with a grumpy expression with two-bit rubbing her chin]

STEVE and TWO-BIT:                                                                                                            [Singing voice-over] It's Baby Johnny, the living baby doll!

[Cut to Steve and Johnny on the bed. Steve is dressed up with a coral pink shirt, white shorts and a brown hair wig with a Daisy in it. ]

STEVE : He likes to eat his cookies!

[Steve shoves the cookie onto Johnny's face, which turns into cookie crumbles. Steve then rubs johnny’s chin with his finger]

STEVE and TWO-BIT: [Singing voice-over] It's Baby johnny, the living baby doll!

[Cut to two-bit and Johnny at the dinner table.  Two-bit is likewise dressed up with a blonde hair wig with a red hair bow and hot pink shoes, and is holding a baby bottle]

TWO-BIT: he likes to drink milk! [Sticks baby bottle in Johnny's mouth] he's really drinking it!

[Johnny  spits out milk at two-bit. Cut to the backyard. Steve and two-bit are singing, as  two-bit holds Johnny]

STEVE and TWO-BIT: It's Baby Johnny, the living bab-

[Johnny karate-chops Steve’s face]

STEVE : OW!

TWO-BIT: Oh forget it, man. Let's try something else.

STEVE : No, no, no! This gave me an idea.

[Cut to an alley full of trash]

STEVE : [Holding johnny, imitates guitar sounds] It's the ANNIHILATOR!

[ Johnny smashes the trash, making it fly in all directions]

STEVE : With realistic kung-fu karate-chop action! He can break anything with his tiny hand!

[TWO-BIT holding johnny's hand slowly comes up]

STEVE : Nothing can resist him!

[Camera changes to johnny karate-choping a car's side window, a tree with wood particles, a brick, the wall of a house and his face]

STEVE : Cars! Trees! Bricks! Houses! His own face!

[Cut to Steve, Two-Bit, and johnny at a dump field ]

STEVE and TWO-BIT: It's the ANNIHILATOR!

Ninja George II

[Ponyboy holds a sign saying "Ninja George II"]

JOHNNY: Ninja George... two.

[Ponyboy puts down sign and walks to the scene]

JOHNNY: [Deep voice] Ninja George!

PONYBOY: [Raspy] Yes, Colonel?

JOHNNY: You have to help us defeat evil once again!

PONYBOY: I can't. I promised I would never raise my fists again.

[Ponyboy’s foot pops up with a sandwich on it, and Ponyboy takes a bite, then the foot goes back down]

JOHNNY: But Ninja George! Dr. Downer has captured your sister, Ninja Georgina!

PONYBOY: Alright then. But first I need to train.

[Cut to Ponyboy hitting and fighting "with air." Cut back to the previous scene]

PONYBOY: Now I'm ready!

[Johnny throws an orange and Ponyboy immediately puts his hand out to block the attack]

JOHNNY: Yes, you are.

[Cut to a cardboard model of the earth, a sky, and a Ponyboy puppet,which is just the cutout of a horse, traveling on the earth]

JOHNNY: [Voice-over] Ninja George traveled far and wide, but it was full of dangers. On the way he met a giant, so he had to defeat it

[Ponyboy's cardboard model attacks a giant's cardboard model]

JOHNNY: [Voice-over] And then he met a dragon, so he had to defeat it.

[Ponyboy's cardboard model attacks a dragon's cardboard model]

JOHNNY: [Voice-over] And then he met a beautiful woman, who he fell in love with, but he wasn't emotionally ready, so he had to defeat it.

PONYBOY: [Voice-over as Ponyboy's cardboard model attacks the woman] I'm sorry, it's not you, it's me.

JOHNNY: [Voice-over] And then he arrived at the evil temple of Dr. Downer.

[Cut back to the real Ponyboy and johnny]

PONYBOY: Give me back my sister!

JOHNNY: [With robot helmet] Dun dun DUNNN!! [Removes helmet, revealing his Colonel form]

PONYBOY: [Gasps and points] Colonel! It was you all along?!

JOHNNY: Yes! I tricked you into coming here to defeat you!

PONYBOY: But why didn't you attack me before my training?!

JOHNNY: Uhhh... let's fight!

PONYBOY: Ay ya ya! [Punching in front of himself]

JOHNNY: [Kicking in front of himself] Huh! Huh! Huh!

[Johnny accidentally kicks Ponyboy cheek. Silence. Ponyboy bursts into tears, rubbing his cheek, as johnny throws off his shades]

JOHNNY: No, no, no, no, no! Please don't cry! [Starts crying] Please! You know that - when you cry, I cry. What are we gonna do? We're supposed to jump through a window in the next scene!

PONYBOY: We need another ending.

[Cut to Ponyboy and Johnny, hugging each other]

PONYBOY: I'm sorry I made you feel like the second best ninja in the world, Dr. Downer.

JOHNNY: No, Ninja George. It's me who's sorry for being such a prissy little jerk and capturing your sister.

[They stop hugging and shake hands]

PONYBOY: I think we both learned that expressing our feelings is way better than a fight to the death.

PONYBOY and JOHNNY: [Throw hands in the air] Yaaay! Mega happy ending!

PONYBOY : [Walks over to the camera and grabs it] Alright, how do you eject the tape?

JOHNNY: It's the red button!

PONYBOY : You sure? [Menu pops up with an arrow slowly going down the list of icons, first being eject, last being delete] I thought the red button was to record.

JOHNNY: Nah, it's definitely eject.

PONYBOY : [Arrow is on delete] Alright! Aw, man, I can't wait to see this!

[Ponyboy presses the delete button, causing the whole screen to glitch up, and the episode ends]

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