#like damn sorry i told the truth when something weird happened

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my megalo don durge run is going along swimmingly

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Part 10

A/N: the last part 🥲

Warnings: smut, virginity loss; and also Ferran being a dick sorry Ferran fans xx

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You hummed, snuggling closer to your pillow. Or so you thought. You were cuddling Fermin, the boy sleeping peacefully, but having an arm wrapped around your waist as your leg was draped over him. Shit you thought. How did you end up like this?

Fermin stirred in his sleep, turning on his side, facing you. Your leg fell from his hips, but was still intertwined with his. You took a second to admire his beautiful features. And again, you asked yourself how did you get so lucky. His eyebrows, his nose, his lips... everything was perfect.

"Morning" he said in husky voice, tightening his grip around you, eyes still closed. "Morning, sleepy beauty" you joked. He opened his eyes, falling immediately on your face. He thought how did he get so lucky to have you in his bed and in his arms. You were so beautiful. "Looks like the pillow wall wouldn't have worked" he said, referring to the position you were both in. "You are a great pillow" you laughed. "I'm glad to hear that" he said, his thumb softly rubbing your cheek. "Good morning kiss?" You asked. "You read my mind, love" he chuckled, pecking your lips. "Do you have any classes today?" He asked, after he turned on his back, stretching for a bit. "In the evening, but I'm not going" you said, placing your head on his chest. "Bad bad girl" he teased.

"And you? When do you have training?"

"In two hours"

"What?! But you said in the afternoon!"

"I lied. Oops" he shrugged.

"Fermin López!"

"What? A little white lie didn't hurt anyone" he said. "Would've you stayed if I told you the truth?" He asked and you shook your head. "But don't lie ever again" you said. "I promise" he sealed it with a kiss to your lips. "We should get breakfast then. Because we don't want you late for training" you tutted, getting up. "When you're in my bed, I don't want to ever get up" he smirked. "Cheeky, Fermin, cheeky".

After you had breakfast, he was getting ready for training and you helped him pack his boots. "Thanks, love. I'll see you soon" he said, pecking your lips. "Good luck today".

—

"Why's Fermin smiling so much?" Pedri asked. "He didn't even care that I nutmegged him" Lamine whined. "I just had a good night sleep" Fermin shrugged. "With Y/N?" Gavi smirked and Fermin looked away. "I knew it!". "So Fermin finally got laid?" Ferran asked. "My love life is my business, not yours" Fermin said. "Oh come on. If I had a girlfriend like Y/N, I would take every chance I get. Have you see how good she looks?" Ferran said. "Don't do something stupid" Pedri whispered to Fermin, who was flaming red. "Keep my girlfriend's name out of your fucking filthy mouth, yeah?" Fermin muttered, bumping his shoulder into the other player. "Ferran, cut it" Pedri warned his friend. "It's not my fault he's a pussy" Ferran shrugged. "Shut the fuck up! None of this is your damn business" Fermin snapped. "Come on, let's go" Gavi said. For once in his life, he had to tame the spirits.

"I hope you forgot what happened"

"Can't. How he talked about Y/N..." Fermin said.

"You love her. You stood up for her" Gavi said as the two boys walked into Fermin's house. "I guess I do love her. She's quite amazing" Fermin smiled when he saw you in his kitchen. "I got a déjà-vu from when you were sick and she was cooking" Gavi grinned, taking his shoes off. "Hey love" Fermin said, wrapping his arms around you. "Hi, baby. Shit, the pasta is already boiled". "Hey Y/N" Gavi said while Fermin was still kissing all over your face. "Hi, Gavi. I hope you guys are you hungry" you giggled, pushing Fermin away. "Oh yes! And it smells amazing here" Gavi said. "Go change" you urged Fermin who didn't seem to want to let you go. Weird, you thought.

"So... how's going?" Gavi asked. "Good, I guess" you said, stirring the pasta into the sauce. "I'm happy for you, but don't tell Fermin I said this" he whispered, noticing your boyfriend making his way back to the kitchen. "What are you guys whispering about? We should eat, I'm starving" Fermin said. "Bon appétit" you chuckled. "You don't have to be jealous of me, Fermin. I won't steal your girl" Gavi joked, but Fermin turned somehow serious. "Did something happen at training?" You asked. "I think it's better if you tell her" Gavi said. "Delicious food Y/N, but gotta go. See you tomorrow, Fermin" he added.

—

"So... what do you have to tell me?" You asked as you both sat on the coach. "Nothing. Gavi's talking shit" Fermin said. "Really? Then I can call him and—". "Alright. No need for that" Fermin said. "Today Ferran said some things about you and I just lost it". "I hope you didn't do something stupid" you said. "No. Just told him to never talk about my life like that. And about you, of course" he said softly. "So he said something bad if it pissed you off" you said. "Yeah... made me feel insecure".

"Why?"

"I don't know. Maybe I'm not your type" he shrugged. "Fermin" you chuckled, straddling his lap. "Told you not to worry about that. I'm with you because I like you" you said. "I know, but—" you cut him off with a kiss. "I love you" you whispered. "You do?" He asked. "Yeah. I mean I don't know for sure since I never had a boyfriend before, but I care about you a lot, and I miss you so much when you're away" you blushed, confessing all you had felt these weeks. "Then I think I love you too because I miss you a lot" he chuckled, placing his hands on your hips. "Well l, that's good" you hummed, pressing your lips to his. You didn't know what aroused you that much, but without thinking, you rolled your hips against his. Twice, before he groaned into your mouth. "We don't have to—" he tried to say, but you couldn't get enough of him. "I only want you, Fermin" you whispered, pulling away. "Y/N" he groaned. "You're making it hard for me". "Maybe I want it hard" you shrugged. "I said I'm willing to wait. It doesn't have to be now" he said. "I'm ready. I want it with you" you blushed. "But take it slow" you added. "Of course. Will make you feel good, yeah?" He smirked, taking his t-shirt off. "W-what?" You blinked. "So you feel comfortable. Touch me, Y/N" he urged, taking your hands and putting them on his shoulders. "What are they feeding you with?" You asked, tracing the lines of his pecs, then down to his abs. He looked massive, packed with muscles. He chuckled, his hands going under your his hoodie, on your bare back. "Is that okay? If I take it off?" He asked and you nodded. He slowly pulled the hoodie over your head, then pulled you into an open-mouthed kiss. His tongue fighting for dominance with you, while you still explored each other. His skin felt soft when you touched it and you got goosebumps when he traced his fingers on your jawline. "We should take it to the bedroom" he suggested. You didn't want to let him go, so you koala-hugged him, at which he chuckled. "Alright. I'll carry you upstairs". "That's what all the muscles are for" you said, kissing his neck. He chuckled again, trying to ease your nerves.

He carefully sat on the bed with you still sitting on his lap. "Hey... you okay?" He asked softly. You didn't want to look at him. He would see right through you. "We don't have to do it now" he said, pulling back so he could see your face. "I want to, but...I'm scared" you whispered. "You don't have to be. If you want to stop, we'll stop yeah?" He said. "But I'm ready, I just..." you shrugged. "I don't even know" you whispered. "It's okay. No pressure" he said, trying to get up. "No, Fermin! I fucking want it now with you" you said. "Okay but you don't have to get mad" he surrendered. "Fuck's sake, sometimes you're a pussy" you rolled your eyes. "What did you say?" He smirked, climbing on top of you. "That you're a pussy" you gulped, squirming under his intense gaze. "The only pussy here is your wet one" he said, pressing a kiss on your neck. "W-what?". "Oh shit sorry... I didn't want to—". "I liked it" you blushed. "Such a dirty girl" he smirked. "Can I take it off?" He pinched your bra. "Yeah... if you take off your pants". He smirked when your eyes widened. "Yes, baby, you made me like this" he said, his dick hard against his boxers. "But I'm not even that—". "Shush... you're perfect yeah? And these babies are perfect" he said and you didn't even realised he unclipped your bra, letting it fall on the bed. You got shy all of a sudden, no other man has seen you like this, but this was Fermin. You trusted him.

His kisses on your skin made your panties wet, and the extra attention he gave to your breasts had you a moaning mess: he sucked your nipples until they became hard, then he softly pinched them, making your arch your back. "Fuck...so responsive" he smirked, pulling you into another kiss, while his hand made its way to your leggings. "Take them off" you breathed. "You're so beautiful" Fermin praised, pressing his fingers to your underwear. "Fuck" you moaned. "I'm taking them off... don't get shy on me" he chuckled, pulling down your soaked panties. "I told you not to get shy on me" he tutted when you instantly closed your legs. "I'm sorry... It's just...". "No one's ever seen you like this" he finished for you. "I feel honoured to be the first and the last" he said, before forcefully opening your legs and exposing you to him. You squirmed under his gaze, feeling yourself get even wetter.

Meanwhile Fermin admired you and he meant what he said: he wanted to be your first and your last. Nothing in between. "I'll have to get you ready for me yeah?" He asked, dipping his head down. "W-what are you doing?" You asked. "Kissing you". "Down there?" You asked and your innocence turned him on even more. "Just relax, baby" he said, before licking up your slit, then wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking hard. "Fuck Fermin" you moaned, twisting his blonde locks between your fingers. You've never experienced something like this before, but you wanted it again for sure. "Fuck... you taste amazing" he said, pressing his lips to yours so you could taste yourself. "I'm gonna add a finger inside... it may hurt" he said, pushing one finger into your hole. "Ah fuck..." you moaned. "Fuck you're so tight" he groaned, pushing his finger in and out of you. "F-Fermin...". "You're doing so well, love..." he whispered, adding another finger. "F-Fermin... I need to use the bathroom" you said, feeling a weird sensation in your lower tummy. He chuckled, adding some speed to his fingers as you came around him, moaning and squirming under him.

He peppered kisses to your chest while you gained your breath after the first orgasm of your life. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" He asked. "No, Fermin, it was amazing" you said, pecking his lips. "You're ready for me..." he said, groaning at the thought of filling you up. He got up, looking for a condom in his night stand. "How did you....". "I didn't use any. My mates got me this because, you know, I already told you" he said, blushing. "Yeah yeah, you didn't fuck anyone" you chuckled. "Can say that" he shrugged, pulling his boxers down. You gulped, seeing the size of him. "Is that going to fit?" You asked. "Don't worry yeah? Just try to relax and if it gets too much, just tell me and I'll stop" he said, rolling the condom on. "I'll take it easy..." he said, positioning his tip at your entrance and teasing you. "It feels weird" you admitted shyly. "You'll get used after a few times. But for the first one, just try to relax" he said, slowly pushing in. You bit your lip, he was almost half way in as he told you you were doing so good. "Fermin..." you cried. "Yes, I know, I know it hurts, but I'm not moving until you tell me" he said, being fully in and stretching you out painfully. "You're taking me so well, love. So proud of you" he kept praising you as you adjusted to him. You looked up to meet his eyes already looking at you with concern. "It's too much" he said. "No, no... it's okay... you can move" you said. "Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you". "Yes, I'm sure. Make me feel good, Fermin" you whispered.

With slow moves at first and soft kisses to your lips, he bottomed out and then back in a few times. The pain slowly faded away and you wrapped your arms around his neck, leaving some marks on his back. "I think I'm close" you moaned. "Yeah I can feel you clenching around me" he smirked, bringing his hand to your clit. "Fermin what— oh" you moaned louder when he flicked his fingers over you clit, bringing you closer to your climax. "Let go when you're ready, love" he whispered. You cried out when you came on his dick and he praised you again, pulling out of you. He ran to the bathroom to get a wet cloth to help you clean up, but you decided it was better to take a shower since, you know, blood. He helped you and was a sweetheart all the time, then you cuddled in bed together.

"How are you feeling?" He asked. "Good, but I still feel something there" you blushed. "It's normal. Maybe you'll feel it next time too, but then we can enjoy it properly" he said. "Next time?" You asked. "Yeah, baby. Don't want to let you go ever" he smirked, kissing your lips. "Did you ever think we'll end up together?" You asked. "To be honest, I was waiting for it since the first year" he replied. "I had a massive crush on you, that's why I sat near you in the first class". "I always asked myself why did you sit there" you chuckled. "Because I liked you. And I knew you'd help me when I couldn't come to classes" he explained. "I liked you too, but you were famous so...". "Yeah that can be intimidating" he laughed. "Very. I have to get used to it. Fermin López's girlfriend" you said proudly. "I like how that sounds. And we can keep it secret for some time. Although, the boys will tease me about it every day" he chuckled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "It's okay, but then I want the world to know that Fermin López is not single anymore". "You really enjoy it, huh?" He smirked. "Claro que sí" you winked. "Te amo" he whispered against your lips. "Love you too" you said before he kissed you again.

Hope you like it 🥰

And surprise! I’ll write an epilogue 😼 so stay tuned

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👻୧‿︵‿︵ ash vs. evil dead sentence starters

these are quotes taken from the starz series ash vs. evil dead. send in one of the prompts below for my muse’s response. please change pronouns/names where you see fit.

First thing I got to do is see a guy about a book. Must be some spell I can say to undo all this.

The other first thing I got to do is some cardio, ’cause my heart is jackhammering like a quarterback on prom night.

One false move, and I will Second Amendment your brains all over this truck.

We’re not leaving a trail of blood and guts behind us, we’re keeping Michigan moist.

There’s one thing I learned from [name]. Shoot first, ask questions never.

Last time I was here with a girl, I was hopin’ to get laid.

If I’ve learned anything from you, [name], it’s that if something seems too good to be true, it probably is.

Hey, I’m looking for a friend. He’s, uh, tall, dumb, smells like… bread.

You fought this thing before. Maybe you just got to finish what you started.

Yes, I’m upset. Yes, I’m behind the wheel. Yes, I’m drunk. And maybe my license isn’t the fancy kind from the DMV. But at least I’m drunk!

Without good, there is no evil.

With all due respect, your tiny brain is a lot safer without my problems inside it.

Trust me, once you get jacked in the face, it’ll all click. I can’t even get my nut up to rumble unless I’ve had a good shot to the chin.

Once again I saved the world. Now it's time to get the girl.

Most people go through life thinkin’ they’re totally safe. People like us, we know the truth. Life is hard and dangerous, and sometimes you just gotta chop off somebody’s head to survive.

I kill demons, not people. Unless those people are demons, who look like people. And then I kill people, but they’re not really people, they’re demons. You understand?

Never get between a papa bear and his cub.

What’s out there knows that you’re alive, and it wants you to be… un-alive.

Well, good news I found a piece of pie with no blood on it. Anybody want a bite?

To save those two, I would submit to a prostate exam.

This town is only big enough for one asshole, and that asshole is me.

Sometimes what you think you saw, it’s exactly what you saw.

Someone needs to wash your mouth out, kid. And that someone is me.

Now I’m gonna kill you, just like I killed your father! I didn’t really kill your father, that just kinda sounded cool.

I gotta warn you, you’re gonna want to leave your husband for me, and I can’t let that happen. Family values.

I’m not drunk enough to know if this is good-weird or bad-weird. But I’ll get there though.

I’m going to be like a ninja losing his virginity, quick and discreet.

I told you. A good shot to the face always gets the juices flowin’.

Thanks for the opinion, appreciate it. Now you can take it, turn it sideways, shove it right up the old poop chute.

When you get back to Hell, work on your aim.

Do you know what evil is, [name]? It’s power without fear, without guilt, and without pain.

Hey, good looking. You here to break me out or break me in?

I'm gonna get you pregnant later.

I'd know that caboose from anywhere.

Even if this goes perfectly, there's a good chance you'll die.

Well, [name], it's been fun catching up. Sorry I got to kill you.

Don't you get it? Everybody dies here. It's just a rule.

If once you start down that path, forever, it will dominate your destiny.

Did you just Yoda quote me?

Alright, look, we get this done quick enough, we might have time to stop for churros.

Yeah, well, your cooking was shit.

Yeah, I remember when I was like you. Young, dumb, full of… conflicting emotions.

Sweet musical Jesus, that's your friend? Oh, she's filthy and fine!

She haunts my dreams. Just kidding. She does, though.

Do me a favor will ya, thank your mother for me?  She passed her genes down to you in all the right places.

Damn, [name]. Badass.

Why are you covered in blood?

So look, uh, I'm not a grief counselor, but if it's any consolation, I have had to kill and bury loved ones before. A bunch of times, actually.

Oh sure. I'll just sit here with the police officer we tied up and rethink my recent life choices.

Get ahold of yourself, woman!

I'm gonna say a lot of dumb things.

[serresblues]

Maya Henry via TikTok - 06/10/2024

Full Transcription

"Talking about anything in the world: noooo.. talking about my ex over and over: yes" Ok, I'm going to address some of these comments and kind of break it down.

I've been seeing ones like this everywhere, and honestly ones that say "she needs to keep his name out of her mouth" "She's obsessed" "they broke up years ago". Well, I made a 5 second tiktok about something HE talked about on a podcast. He was the one airing out everyone's dirty laundry on a podcast. So it's ok for him to talk shit but the minute I make a 5 second video it's over, right?

Also you're calling me obsessed, "Oh, she's crazy", "This is what happens when you're with someone who's obsessed, bla bla bla" y'all don't even know what happens behind closed doors or in private. Ever since we broke up he messages me, will blow up my phone. Mind you, not only from his phone numbers, it's always from different phone numbers too, so I never know where it's gonna come from. He'll create new iCloud accounts to iMessage me, and it's always a damn new iCloud account. Every time I see one pop up on my phone I'm like, "Here we fucking go again". Also will email me. And he does this when he "gets his phone taken away".

Also, not only me, but he'll blow up my mom's phone! Is that normal behavior to you? But I'm crazy for making a 5-second tiktok about something he brought to the internet? And he's also messaging my friends. Not only was he messaging them, I found out later, when we were together so they could go over to his house apparently, but was also messaging my best friend to come over to his house when his girlfriend was gone. Was saying, "Oh, my girlfriend is gone, bla bla bla". He's the one that's constantly doing weird shit.

And also, might I add, literally said, "Oh, the reason I", you know, he has these people on his damn snapchat, which he has for years apparently, that he "messages" or whatever and on instagram, and he says that, he preys on one direction fans because they will always be loyal to him and they won't tell on him.

So it's like, ok, not only are you— And also you weaponize your own fanbase.

Oh and people are also saying, "she just wants money" bla bla bla bla bla, "who's paying her to do this"? I don't need money. What are you all not getting here? I never needed it when I was— it's just not even a topic of discussion. Also, "Oh, she's just with him for his money bla bla bla". I never needed his money, he never even paid for anything or me, I literally paid for everything myself. It's not like I was going shopping on his AMEX, like calm down.

But also the fans that ride for him so hard, I will never understand. Ok, support whoever you love, whatever. But when you constantly enable someone, they're never gonna realize what they've done is bad, or they do realize but they know they can get away with it. Which is what has happened to him for so many damn years!

Everything gets swept under the rug, everything gets hidden for him. I don't know who the hell is behind all of this, but nothing ever comes out about him. Because either, I understand, people are scared, but also, it's hard when you have these people who jump down your throat for speaking the truth on things that have happened. And quite frankly, disgusting things that have happened and disgusting things that he has done. And he knows that too! He knows that he can get away with anything. He's told me. "Don't you dare, don't tell anyone because they're not gonna believe you anyways. The fans always have our back. We can do whatever we want and they're always going to defend us".

And he's right! That's the thing, he's not even wrong and he knows and he uses that! So if that's who you all want to defend, have fucking at it. You're defending someone you don't even know. You literally don't know him, I lived in a house with him for years. I'm pretty sure I can speak on my own experiences. And then don't tell me "Oh no, no no, he would never do that". Do you hear yourself?

And then everyone's just sitting here saying, oh, you know— I mean, I'm not gonna go too much into me talking about the damn book but "oh that was all fake, bla bla bla". No it's not, I'm literally saying no it's not. But I think everyone wants to selectively believe what they want to believe.

Anyways, this 5-second TikTok just turned into a bunch of shit. But yeah, also, talking shit about your bandmates and then showing up to their concerts, but it's always fr your own benefit! it's not even because you actually just wanna go support, you wanna go stand up there and take the attention away from everyone and then you're standing there [dancing]. Really? Coz you know everyone's gonna be there videotaping you. Just like you did at Louis' concert the day my book came out. Don't even get me started, that's going to be another story, the day my book came out, and the lengths these peoplefucking went to. That's next don't even get me started with these damn fucking manipulations.

But yeah, it's like this whole thing happened and then, pops up at Loui's concert. I just have to tell the whole story because it's long, but anyways, to distract, because he literally knows that if he's with any of the boys it's gonna get so much attention and it's gonna go crazy on social media or whatever.

Also, is there a statute of limitations of when I can talk freely on TikTok? Y years later. Well if you knew everything tht happened, like [..] that's the thing, you just don't even know what's happened. So I have the right to fucking say whatever I feel on TikTok. First amendment right, Freedom of Speech, and it's not like I'm freaking lying so.

And also people giving me shit for writing a book, well people write songs. What's the fucking difference? You can express your feelings in a song, I can express what I went through in a book. I'm sorry but it's just such a double standard that is honestly just insane to me.

I'll never understand and it's actually disappointing that I wrote something of experiences that I went through not only to help other women not feel alone but tho hopefully give women the bravery to speak on these topics, coz they're topics that I feel like kind of shunned even though they're so universal, they seem to be so controversial at the same time!

So yeah, it's not about the money, I don't need to write a book to make money. I do it because it's something I love and something I went through and something that, you know, maybe a girl can read it and feel less alone in a situation she's in, whatever the case may be. That's my rant for today, I just had to address some of these comments because I keep seeing all this shit everywhere. I know this kinda had nothing to do with the TikTok that I posted but it all coincides with each other.

There's a lot more to the story, so I guess stay tuned, because I feel like I'll be answering more questions.

[starlight-bread-blog]

Helluva Boss is Mean to its Audience

Helluva Boss, the show, is mean. This isn't an attack on anyone who worked on the show. This is also not an attack on people who like Helluva Boss. If despite all of the things I'll discuss you still enjoy the show than good for you!

PREMISE:

Helluva Boss is about IMP, a business run by low class demons in hell. They're assassines who kill targeted humans for their clients. It's a work place comady with an edge.

Damn! That's a really cool and original premise. But is Helluva Boss really any of these things? Currently we have 9 episodes (excluding the pilot) but only 3 of them are actually about the business. And based on seank pics, leaks and set up from season 1 it doesn't seem like the show is interested in telling the story that they promised.

I'm sure a lot of people, including me, were disappointed that the show isn't actually about the amazing premise.

Helluva Boss promises an awesome premise only to focus on whatever they feel like focusing on.

LORE:

Helluva Boss takes place in hell, which means there are a lot of basic rules to establish, both the basics of how the world operates, and in order to understand the stakes and plot.

Case and point, how does death works for demons? We need to know this because death is at stake on multiple epidodes, but we don't know what's at stake. Another example is the threat of getting discovered by humans. We're told that if IMP will get discovered, there will be serious consequences. What serious consequences? Are they gonna go to jail? Is there even jail in hell? Are they gonna get killed? But wait we don't even know how death works. Who's enforcing this? The questions that arise from Helluva Boss are endless. What are Stolas's powers?

Did you ever realise that they never explain the rings of hell? They mention them a lot, yeah, but they never explain that there are seven rings, one for each sin, stacked on top of eachother. What's the difference between each ring?

Well, if you do want to understand these basics that should be in the show, than I have some sad news for you. You're gonna have to watch hours of livestreams and podcasts. While taking everything with a grain of salt because the information could be outdated. If you even find the information. You shouldn't have to go on twitter to find something as basic as this:

This is not a "fan fact", it's information that should be in the show. But when you aren't this lucky to find a screenshot of a tweet.. I'm so sorry.

Helluva Boss doesn't bother explaining important and/or basic information to its audience. And gives them the massive chore of sitting though all the livesteams and podcasts to potentially find answers to their questions.

CONTRADICTIONS:

The rules that are established, are contradicted by the show. You have to take everything with a grain of salt, because the show will do whatever it wants.

An example could be the need for human disguises. In Spring Broken we're told that it's forbidden to go to the human world wothout disguises, you can't be spotted by humans. But in that very episode humans spot Moxxie and mistake him for a possum, and it was played off as a joke.

But wait! In C.H.E.R.U.B they take very good care to not be spotted. And when they aren't in disguises in Truth Seekers, they're caught by an FBI-like organization. Okay so human disguises are a must! Right? Well no!

Because in Seeing Stars Moxxie and Millie straight up profit from the attention. But aren't there government officials after them? All Octavia got was a couple of weird looks?

And wait if all the sudden it's not super dangerous why did Blitzø try to get a costume while the other characters are just casually walk as demons? Druing my first watch of Seeing Stars I waited for the agents to show up. This was so confusing.

Another instance of this happening is with Stolas's affair. We're told (and shown) that Stolas's affair is scandalous, that it should be kept a secret. And yet:

Stolas "flirts" with Blitzø on a stage in front of a big crowd. You're left thinking: So Stolas's affair is a secret but not to those people? Why is that? Is that because of their low status? But they can start rumors..

The show has these sort of inconsistencies while you're the one doing all the work to make it make sense. But it's not canon. I'm sure many audience members were confused after trying to understand why the show didn't follow its rules these times, but not on other times. You can't trust anything the show says, because it doesn't remember.

Helluva Boss establishes rules only to ignore them, yet simultaneously follow them. Creating confusion and frustration because the show does whatever it wants with no regard to the actual people watching.

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT:

Helluva Boss has a lot of big moments of meaningful character development. These moments leave the audience excited for the next episode, expecting a paradigm shift and a (sometimes) massive change in the status quo.

For instance, in Loo Loo Land Stolas and Octavia had a conversation in which Stolas realised that his affair is seriously hurting Octavia. It appares that Stolas will Stop "flirting" with Blitzø and try to fix the broken home he's creating.

Another example would be in Truth Seekers. Moxxie and Blitzø have a heart to heart about their partnership, the development is that going foreword Blitzø will treat Moxxie with respect.

But do any of these moments stick?

Wouldn't you know it, in the next apparence it's like the big development never happened. They even reference the events of Loo Loo Land in the very episode where they ignore them, because that's the type of middle finger you get for caring.

Helluva Boss does massive developments, gets it's audience excited to see the change, only to ignore it completely sometimes as soon as an episode later.

SIDE NOTE:

Remember when Helluva Boss straight up clickbaited us?

Loona and Octavia were together for like two minutes.

CONCLUSION:

Helluva Boss constantly punishes it's audience for their sheer investment in it. The premise, the worldbuilding, the contradictions anf the character development – It's just mean.

To have the show make sense on a very basic level you need to work. You need to watch livesstreams and listen to podcasts, you need to rationalize inconsistencies in characters you were very invested in, for a show that promised you something really special only to ignore it.

I honestly feel so bad for the fans who are getting slapped in the face for caring. This shouldn't be the viewing experience for any show. What a mean way to be treating an audience.

[elm-writes-stories]

Cuphead: Isle of Memories (Rewrite)

*Hey guys! I'm back with the new episode! To let you all know, this is going to be a long chapter/episode. I'm so sorry in advance for this. There's a lot of juicy stuff in the episode though, I promise. Anyway, this is published on October 11, 2023. If you guys enjoy the episode, don't be afraid to heart it, reblog, and comment! They would be greatly appreciated! Enjoy!*

Episode Eight: A Devil in a Red Dress

“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!!!”

Cassidy woke up with a jolt. The familiar voice screamed in her mind. It seemed to be in pain and in grief. She couldn’t remember how she ended up in a lone cell. She was in the dark, alone. Just as she should be…right? She bit her lips and started to sob, tears streaming down her red furry cheeks. Her heart hurt when she remembered the voice who told her that he loved her. Now she could remember every single detail of the fight. She was choking Natalie…she might have killed Canteen…she was fighting with Mugman. No, no, no…she remembered now.

She sobbed into her hands, burying her face. Maybe she deserved to be surrounded by darkness. Maybe she deserved to die along with her kind. She was a demon. A burden. She became what others see her as her whole life. A monster.

Cassidy looked up to see the silver door of her cell, crying her eyes out. She felt something tingle under her red fur. The feline glanced down and noticed her veins glowing blue. That was weird. Tremaine didn’t look like that. There was something else that happened. Did…something electrocuted her?

She heard an evil chuckle as she looked up to find The Devil peeking through the window of the door.

“You know, Cassi, if it weren’t for the fact that you’re valuable, I would’ve killed you instantly for failing me to not kill any of your ex-friends,” Devil stated with a grin. “What’s holding you back from killing your little ex-friends, hm? Is it because you still care about them even though they could care less about you?”

Cassidy gritted her teeth. “You’re lying.”

“Oh? I’m lying?” Devil stated. “Let me ask you something. How could you care about a world that doesn’t give a damn about you? It’s not like anyone is going to miss you. No one in this world will ever miss a piece of burden such as yourself.”

“D-Dad and Jerry would—”

“Your ‘dads’ only took you in because they feel nothing but pity for you. You pathetic thing. Your ‘friends’ only pretend to be your friends because they’re afraid of you. You saw Natalie’s memories. She laughed and mocked you. She pushed you around and dragged you everywhere, even though there are places that could’ve killed you. Everyone thinks you’re a burden. Do you really think that everyone else will not see you that way? Think again, Cassidy. Think again.”

Cassidy tried to fight the tears, but she felt more anger than sadness. “Mugman doesn’t see me that way!”

“Yes he does—”

“No, he doesn’t! He loves me! He says so himself! You can’t keep lying to me like this—!” Cassidy felt the burn in her veins all the sudden, causing her to scream in pain.

“He never loves you! No one loves you! Why can’t you accept that?!” Devil yelled demonically.

“Mugman loves me!”

“No, he doesn’t!”

“Dad loves me!”

“Ha! You know that’s a lie—!”

“Jerry loves me!”

“Oh, get over it, will you?! I’m telling you! They are only pretending to love you—”

“Mugman loves me!”

“Shut up!”

“Dad and Jerry love me! And I refuse to believe anything else other than that!” Cassidy growled, a sudden burst of electricity zapped at the door. It almost got the Devil, which shocked both Cassidy and Devil.

Cassidy looked at her paws in confusion as to how she did that.

Devil gritted his teeth in anger. “Well, if you won’t accept the truth I’ve given you, then I guess I have use force!” The Devil teleported into her cell and snatched her chest, pulling her soul out of her body. For a moment, she felt her body going limped. It was a painful process but she felt she was ripped out of her body. She looked down and saw her own body, laying on the ground in the red silky dress. The Devil took her away from her cell with teleportation, just to put her soul in the special soul vault where she will never get out.

~.~

Mugman snapped his eyes open and sat up abruptly in the late evening, his vision blue for a moment until it faded instantly. He breathed heavily with tears streaming down his porcelain cheeks. He saw it all. He saw the Devil taking Cassidy’s soul without remorse and hesitation. It had to be a bad dream, right?

“Mugman?” Cuphead’s voice piped up.

Mugman turned to see Cuphead, Chalice, Canteen, and Natalie looking at him with concern.

“Are you okay?” Chalice asked softly.

Mugman broke down into tears, which got Cuphead to rush over and hug his brother.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, buddy. It’s okay. It’s probably a bad dream,” Cuphead soothed his brother.

Mugman cried into Cuphead’s chest, gripping his shoulders.

Chalice frowned to show sympathy along with Canteen and Natalie. However, the three kids notice Mugman growing angrier than normal.

“Uh, Mugman?” Canteen uttered.

Mugman pulled out of his brother’s hold and stormed out of the bedroom, his brows drawn together and his veins glowing blue.

“Mugsy?” Cuphead questioned while following his brother. “Hey, are you okay?”

Mugman extended his wings when he was about to approach the exit of the base. Cuphead zoomed in front of his brother. “Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?”

“Move, Cuphead. I gotta go—”

When Mugman tried to walk past him, Cuphead blocked the way.

“Where?”

“Just move—”

“Mugman, please talk to me.”

“Just let me go—”

“No! No way! I don’t want to lose you, Mugman.”

“You won’t—”

“I already almost lost you twice. I can’t lose you again. Please, Mugman, tell me what’s going on. Maybe I can help.”

“Since when are you helpful?” Mugman snarled, causing Cuphead to wince at the question. Mugman gasped to realize what he said and shook his head. “Nevermind, stupid question. I gotta go—”

“Why do you always gotta go?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Lately, you’ve been trying to do things on your own that can get you hurt or killed. Usually, you would get onto me about that! The first time you went out by yourself to save Cassidy, we weren’t able to save Cassi—” Cuphead widened his eyes when he noticed his brother tearing up. “Wait, does this have something to do with Cassidy?”

“Cuphead, please—”

“Answer the question.”

Mugman hugged himself, tearing up.

Cuphead waited patiently for his brother to answer.

Mugman looked up at his brother. “The Devil…he…he…” He collapsed on his knees, his wings withdrawn in his back as he was sobbing.

Cuphead kneeled down and rubbed his brother’s shoulder. This time, Chalice joined in and placed her hand on Mugman’s other shoulder.

“Hey, you ain’t gotta explain it if you can’t,” Chalice said while hugging Mugman from the side.

Porkrind approached the scene while rubbing his eye. “What’s the commotion? It’s in the middle of the night.”

Dice entered the entryway with a pot of coffee. “I was wondering what the sobbing sound.”

Porkrind arched a brow at the former gambler. “Why are you drinking coffee in the middle of the night? You know it’s gonna keep you up at night, right?”

“It’s kind of why I drink it.”

Porkrind shook his head with a sigh and shifted his gaze back at the kids. “You kids should head back to bed—”

“I-I can’t,” Mugman sobbed, hugging himself tighter.

“Why not?” Porkrind asked.

“Please, I don’t want to go back to sleep,” Mugman whimpered.

Dice looked at his half-empty coffee pot and held it over to Mugman. “Wanna take a drink?”

“What? Don’t give him that,” Porkrind scolded Dice.

“Why not? He obviously gets nightmares,” Dice replied with a deadpan stare.

Jerry entered the scene with a groan. “Guys, it’s in the middle of the night—can’t we all go back to sleep and worry in the morning?”

Mugman shook his head and stood up. “I can’t…I gotta go—”

“Go…where?” Dice asked.

Cuphead blocked the entrance. “No! You’re not going down to the Underworld again by yourself.”

“Oh yeah, that’s a dumb idea,” Dice responded while throwing the pot of coffee aside. “You guys just came out of there and you were in a coma for a couple of days while Canteen here got injured.”

Porkrind frowned when thinking about his kid. “Well, now we know where the entrance to the Devil’s lair is, we just need to update the map.”

“Yeah, and then we need to make a cure for Cassidy and make a thought-out plan to rescue her. Then we’ll be swell,” Dice responded with a bright grin.

“Now that’s an idea I can get behind,” Chalice encouraged. “There’s someone in jail who can help us make the cure. He’s able to help last time.”

“You’re not saying who I think you’re saying,” Porkrind growled with his arms crossed.

“He’s changed—”

Porkrind shook his head at Chalice’s comment. “Eh-eh, he doesn’t change in the span of overnight. Seems a little suspicious.”

“You do realize that he’s been in jail for a couple of weeks, right?” Chalice responded.

“Oh no, not him,” Cuphead groaned.

“Hey, he’s able to help your brother last time with the cure. I’m sure he’ll be up for it to help Cassi.”

Mugman relaxed a bit once he realized that everyone had already thought of a way to get Cassidy out of Hell. He frowned and took deep breaths.

“Great, we got a plan. Now, let’s get some sleep and do this in the morning,” Jerry determined.

“We don’t have much time,” Mugman uttered.

“What do you mean?” King Dice questioned. “She’s most likely just sticking with Big D while Big D rubs his hands evilly and thinking of a world-ending plan. I think we got a little time for sleep—”

“No, Devil already took her soul!” Mugman cried, collapsing on his knees.

“What?” Porkrind growled.

“I-I saw it…I saw the Devil taking her soul and putting her soul in the special soul-vault,” Mugman whimpered.

“Hey, that’s where I was when he took my soul,” Cuphead recalled.

“Are you sure that it wasn’t just a dream?” Jerry asked in fear.

Mugman’s lips wobbled. “I can’t even tell what’s real or a dream anymore.”

Porkrind clenched his jaw to keep himself from crying and huffed. He walked over by Mugman and pulled him up by his feet.

“C’mon, let’s go,” Porkrind determined.

“What?” Mugman uttered in surprise.

“Whoa, whoa, do we even have a foolproof plan to get into Hell?” Dice questioned the pig.

“Yeah, I got a plan. We’re gonna get that maniac out of jail and have him make a cure for Cassi. Then, we’re going down to Hell, rescue Cassi, and kill the Devil,” Porkrind responded with a growl as he was ready to head out of the door.

Dice raised his finger nervously. “Eh, technically, you can’t kill the Devil.”

“Then I guess I oughta knock him out cold,”Porkrind stated with a cold stare before leaving the base.

Dice and Jerry exchanged looks of confusion.

“We should catch up to him before he gets himself hurt,” Jerry responded.

“Yeah,” Dice agreed.

Both Dice and Jerry exited the base to catch up to Porkrind.

Chalice placed her hand on Mugman’s shoulder with a soft smile. “Don’t worry, we’ll get Cassidy out of this.”

“Yeah, and the Devil will pay for it,” Cuphead reassured his brother.

Mugman wiped the tears away with a small smile. “Okay.”

Natalie clenched her fists and pumped them up with a determined smile. “Now, let’s go kick some demon butt and rescue Cassi!”

Canteen nodded his head in agreement.

The six kids exited the base and hurried to catch up with the three adults.

~.~

 Chef Saltbaker sat alone in his cell with a bored look on his face. His head was resting on his hand while sitting on the creaky bed. The police had shut down the prison since Tremaine had infected half of the population of the town. Now, they barricaded the premises of the prison, not letting any infectees into the prison.

Saltbaker couldn’t do community service, which part of him was glad. But he was still banned from the kitchens and his sentence has been extended since he was in the kitchen to make the cure for Mugman. A little sacrifice won’t hurt…right? Well, if it weren’t for the fact that the sentencing went from five years to ten years, maybe he wouldn’t feel like he was tortured by boredom and Tabitha’s constant complaints of the prison’s condition.

He heard a clink sound from the bars and looked up to see the bug cop standing there with a baton.

“You got yourselves visitors,” the cop responded while referring to Porkrind, Dice, Jerry, Chalice, Cuphead, Mugman, Canteen, and Natalie approaching the cell.

“Ah, you still allow visitors. It makes being here less boring I suppose,” Saltbaker replied cheekily to the bug cop.

The cop rolled his eyes and turned to the others. “Ya got fifteen minutes.” He walked away from the group.

Porkrind instantly turned to the chef. “So, I heard you can make a cure for Tremaine.”

Saltbaker arched a brow and stood up from his bed, walking over to the bars dividing him and the group. “Well…yeah. That’s what extended my sentencing period.”

“Sorry,” Chalice uttered.

“Nah, don’t worry about it. Is Mugman…?” Saltbaker noticed Mugman standing there without having Tremaine inside of him. “Oh good, it cured him.”

“Well, we’re going to need your help curing someone else,” Chalice uttered with a nervous smile.

Saltbaker tilted his head and looked at Canteen. “It’s not him, is it?”

“No…actually…it’s Cassi,” Mugman responded.

“That piece of burden?” Tabitha snarled.

“Mom, stop calling her that,” Natalie argued.

“Well, she is. No one remembers her fondly—”

Dice flicked one of his cards at her to keep Tabitha’s mouth shut.

“Ah, Cassidy. I remembered her fondly,” Saltbaker interrupted while looking at the scratch mark on his finger that appeared to be from a cat. “She’s probably the only one besides you kids who appreciates my cooking.”

“Yeah, and you’re gonna make a cure for her,” Porkrind growled with his arms crossed.

Saltbaker arched a brow. “Wait, how did she get Tremaine inside of her—?”

“The less you know, the better,” Porkrind snarled at the chef.

The chef sighed. “I would make the cure for her, but I’m trapped in this cell. If you have some genius plan to get me out and back into the kitchen, that would be swell—”

Chalice pulled out the key to his cell with a mischievous grin.

Saltbaker smirked back. “Oh, you’re good. But you’re also gonna need a distraction—”

They heard an explosion, drawing the bug cops’ attentions as they ran outside.

Cuphead and Canteen smirked and fist-bumped each other.

“You little gremlins,” Saltbaker responded with a chuckle.

Chalice unlocked the cell door, letting Saltbaker walk out of his cell. Saltbaker was guided out of the prison with Tabitha looking onward with jealousy written on her face.

Tabitha ripped the card out of her mouth and threw it aside. “You’re willing to let a maniac out of his own cell rather than your own mother, Natalie?”

Cuphead glared at Tabitha over his shoulder and wrapped his arm around Natalie. “Don’t listen to her. She ain’t worth listenin’ to.”

Natalie frowned and snuggled close to Cuphead, who blushed a little.

“You and your sister are disappointments!” Tabitha called angrily. “That’s why your father left you both! If it weren’t for me, you both wouldn’t even get to this far! Your father doesn’t care about you!”

Natalie became fed up and whirled around with a glare at her mother, yanking herself out of Cuphead’s arm. “Call me a disappointment! I don’t care! But don’t you dare talk about Aurora like that! You’re supposed to be our mom!”

She started to tear up. “You’re supposed to protect us! But you don’t protect us! You’re the one who doesn’t care about us! You care about our status, our beauty, and your profit! You can call me a disappointment all you want, but you have no right to talk about Aurora the way you do! Aurora is not and will never be like you and me!”

She wiped her tears away, calming down a bit more. “I will stop trying to be like you, because I’m not you. I’m me. I’m Natalie Ruth. And I refuse to be anything else other than that.”

With that said, Natalie walked away and held Cuphead’s hand without hesitation. Cuphead blushed to the point where his face was completely red and the liquid in his head boiled. She was blushing too as he was holding her hand softly, caressing his thumb over her knuckles.

Natalie turned to look at Cuphead, who stared at her with sparkling eyes.

“You’re so beautiful…” Cuphead uttered before blinking and snapping out of his trance. “I mean…uh-hehe…let’s, um, focus on gettin’ Cassi out of hell.”

Natalie blushed and nodded her head.

They hurried out of the prison, following the group back to base while the cops were distracted by putting the fire out.

~.~

Porkrind, Dice, and Jerry snuck Saltbaker into the Howling Aces base with the kids behind them.

“Looks like everyone is still asleep,” Dice whispered to the others.

“Good, let’s get to work,” Saltbaker said while coming into the kitchen of the base. He looked through the ingredients and found honey and milk in the fridge, however, there was a small amount of milk left and more honey left behind. Saltbaker glanced over at Chalice with a frown on his face. He searched through the cabinets and found the med-kit and took out a syringe. He turned to the others, noticing them staring at him intently.

“Why do you need a syringe?” Jerry questioned the chef.

“Oh, it’s in the ingredients. To make the cure, you need to mix honey, milk, and the blood of the Calix Animi member,” Saltbaker responded.

“What if you’re lying about the ingredients like last time?” Porkrind asked with skepticism in his tone.

“Believe me, if I were lying about the ingredients, I wouldn’t even include the blood in the ingredients,” Saltbaker responded.

“I told him it was one of the ingredients when he made the cure last time,” Chalice added.

Porkrind arched a brow. “Oh, uh, okay. Wait, how did you know the ingredients?”

“Quadratus told us,” Cuphead replied with a bright smile.

“Quadratus?” Jerry questioned and glanced at Dice.

Dice shrugged his shoulders.

Saltbaker got out an empty bowl and started pouring all the milk and using as much as honey as he could. He looked at Chalice and then at the others until an idea struck him. “Say…Is that the member of the Calix Animi?”

The group looked behind them.

“Where?” Cuphead asked excitedly.

Canteen looked back and noticed Chalice extending her arm while Saltbaker was using the syringe to draw blood out of Chalice’s arm that wasn’t bandaged. He squirted the blood into the bowl from the syringe and bandaged Chalice’s other arm after he put down the syringe. Canteen gave the chef a deadpan stare while watching it unfold. When the group turned around to look at him, Saltbaker started mixing Chalice’s blood with milk and honey.

“There’s no one behind us,” Jerry replied with a deadpan stare.

“Oh, really? I thought I saw someone,” Saltbaker said while beads of sweat form on the side of his head.

Canteen clenched his teeth while Saltbaker continued to mix the ingredients until the bright blue glow exploded suddenly.

“Good gravy!” Saltbaker shouted, causing everyone to gasp.

“SHHH!!!” Porkrind, Dice, Jerry, and the kids shushed Saltbaker.

They suddenly heard footsteps running to the kitchen.

O’Fera appeared from the side door. “Did someone get hurt?”

She froze when she noticed Chef Saltbaker in her kitchen in his black and white striped pajamas, mixing unknown ingredients in the bowl that was glowing blue. She looked to see Chalice scratching the bandage on her other arm nervously and then back up at Saltbaker. She noticed a bloody syringe on the counter next to the bowl.

Saltbaker moved his eyes at the bloody syringe and then back at the sergeant. “It’s not what it looks like—”

“You used a child for your own sick cooking experiments?” O’Fera growled at Saltbaker, ready to attack him.

“No, it’s not like that,” Chalice responded quickly to diffuse the situation. “He’s makin’ the cure for Tremaine.”

“Yeah,” Cuphead added.

O’Fera calmed down a bit. “And he’s the only who can make it, because—”

“He’s an expert on making magical foods,” Chalice explained.

“Oh, like that Wondertart incident he almost cooked up one time?” O’Fera questioned while giving the chef a withering glare.

Saltbaker laughed nervously. “It was only one time.”

“And you went to jail for it,” she snarled.

“Right…” Saltbaker responded. “But hey, I’ve changed now.”

“Really?” O’Fera replied. “I’ll know it when I see it.”

The chef rolled his eyes with a groan.

The familiar brown rat popped out from the top of Mugman’s porcelain head. “Vill vu all chust sdop schouding for fiffe zeconds? Vu’re ruining mein peauty sleep.”

“Hey! What are you still doing in Mugman’s head?!” Cuphead shouted at Werner angrily.

Werner laid his chin on the edge of Mugman’s porcelain head. “It’s nice und cosy up here.”

“Werner, get out of his head,” O’Fera demanded tiredly.

“Nein!” Werner said while ducking back into Mugman’s head.

Mugman rubbed his arm with a nervous laugh at the others.

O’Fera rolled her eyes at the rat and looked at the chef. “Alright, first off, who are you making the cure for? Because it doesn’t look like this can be given to multiple people.”

“It’s for Cassidy,” Porkrind responded with his arms crossed.

O’Fera’s brow quirked up. “And you let Saltbaker out in the middle of the night because—?”

“The Devil has her soul in the soul vault,” Mugman explained.

O’Fera squinted in confusion. “How?”

Werner popped out his head out of Mugman’s head again. “Does the liquid in your head glow plue veneffer vu haffe ein ‘fizion’?”

“Uh…I don’t know,” Mugman answered.

“Hmm, schtrange,” Werner responded while climbing out of Mugman’s head and landed on his shoulder. He sat down and pondered for a moment, his clothes soaked from being in the liquid in Mugman’s cup head. “How often do vu get fizions?”

“Uh…every night,” Mugman answered.

Werner nodded his head in understanding. “Okay. Vo’s Cazi?”

“Uh…my girlfriend,” the mug responded.

“Ah, vu are romandically infolffed I zee. I honestly neffer zee vu vith any girl. Glad I vas broffen vrong,” Werner replied with a smirk.

“Alright, can we get back to the subject at hand?” O’Fera interrupted. “Look, it’s in the middle of the night and—”

“Please, Sergeant,” Mugman begged. “If we don’t save Cassi now, who knows what the Devil is going to do to her sooner than later. I know that it’s risky and you probably don’t think it’s safe, but please…I—” he clenched his teeth to withhold the tears. “—I want to help her in any way I can. Please, let me help her.”

O’Fera frowned at the sight of Mugman almost ready to break down in tears with a little whine. With a sigh, she crossed her arms loosely. “You’re not going down there…”

Mugman frowned and looked away.

“…Without reinforcements,” she finished with a small soft smile.

Mugman perked his head up with his eyes widened. Everyone else smiled at Sergeant O’Fera, who drew her brows in determination.

“We know the entrance to Hell here, right?” O’Fera asked the others.

“Yep,” Dice responded.

“Right where you picked us up last time,” Chalice replied.

O’Fera nodded her head in understanding. “I got a plan on how we can get in.”

~.~

Throughout the isle, there were more and more infectees eating the remaining food in the shops until they eat from the trashcans. The silhouette of a long plane flew over them, catching some of their attention. Up in the night sky, the plane flew in the shape of a dachshund with windows on each side of the plane. It had a face of a dachshund with long ears and a bow used as a propeller. Within the long plane, Mugman looked out of the window to find the volcano they were circling around to enter into Hell.

Mugman felt a hand on his shoulder and looked over to find Cuphead rubbing his shoulder.

“You ready?” Cuphead asked his brother.

Mugman drew his brows together in determination and nodded his head.

Werner popped out from Mugman’s head. “Alright! Let’s get ready! Ve’re apout to chump into Hell!”

Mugman and Cuphead looked to see Brineybeard, Ribby, and Croaks aboard on the plane along with Bulldog and the pups known as the Yankee Yippers. Porkrind took his hammer out while Jerry loaded his guns. Dice practiced his card magic for combat. Saltbaker held onto the cure in the syringe, leaning against the wall.

Natalie rubbed her arm nervously while Chalice patted her back to reassure her that everything will be alright. However, Chalice noticed Canteen sitting in the shadows, rubbing his bandaged arm. She went over to him and sat next to him.

“Ya ready to get Cassidy?” Chalice asked with a bright smile.

Canteen faked a grin and nodded a bit. “Yeah, a little. Although. I think I should stay back with the Howling Aces.”

“Why?” Chalice questioned.

“I, um, not a good fighter…” Canteen uttered sadly. “I think it’s best if you guys go without me. That way I won’t weigh you down.”

Chalice frowned with a brow arched.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be safe,” Canteen reassured Chalice.

“Okay, if you say so,” Chalice responded sadly.

Canteen frowned when she got up and walk away, not knowing he was approached by Bulldog and Charlie Left-legs.

O’Fera was driving the plane with Murray sitting next to her. “Prepare for landing.”

Everyone nodded their heads in understanding.

The plane landed on all four paws on the edge of the volcano. Everyone got out of the plane with Bulldog setting up the crane and platform while Charlie strung up his webs so that it could hold the platform and connected to crane.

“Bulldog, Charlie, and Canteen, stay here and wait till I signal you guys to pull us up,” O’Fera stated. She looked at the others. “Brineybeard, Ribby, Croaks, Saltbaker, and Werner, go with the kids. Porkrind, Dice, Jerry, and Murray, you’re coming with me to get Cassidy’s soul.

The group nodded their heads in agreement. O’Fera hopped onto the platform, signaling Porkrind, Dice, Murray, and Jerry to come with her.

They stepped onto the platform and Charlie lowered the platform into the volcano. The group was lowered into the volcano.

Dice glanced at O’Fera with a brow quirked up. “Do you know how to get souls out of the soul vault without trading your soul?”

“Do you?” O’Fera questioned.

“Yeah…”

“Then that’s one reason why you’re coming with us,” O’Fera responded. “Do you know where we can free Cassi’s soul?”

Dice cracked his knuckles. “Yep. I know this place from the back of my hand.”

Once the platform landed on the ground into the underworld, Dice stepped off of it, leading his group through Hell to get to the library.

It was the kids’ turn along with Brineybeard, Saltbaker, Ribby, and Croaks. As they were getting onto the platform, Chalice looked back at Canteen with a frown. Canteen softly smiled at her in reassurance that he will be alright up here with Charlie and Bulldog. He waved at her for good luck as the platform was being lowered by Charlie.

Saltbaker noticed this exchange between Chalice and Canteen and placed a hand on her shoulder with a soothing rub. The lower they went, the more determined the kids became to rescue their friend.

~.~

Dice led O’Fera, Murray, Porkrind, and Jerry through the hallways of Hell.

“We’re almost there,” Dice informed the group.

They snuck towards the library while Dice went towards the door and checked to see if the coast was clear. His eyes widened when he saw a couple of imps cleaning the library. Dice hid behind the door and looked at the others, shaking his head.

O’Fera, Porkrind, Murray, and Jerry peeked inside to find the imps dusting the shelves. Jerry took out a smoke bomb from his jacket, but was stopped by Murray.

“I got this one,” Murray whispered to them and snuck into the library.

The others watched intently while Murray was sneaking up to the imps.

Murray placed his heads on their heads, controlling their memories that would paralyze them. The imps fell onto the ground, trembling from the powers.

“Okay, the coast is clear,” Murray whispered to the others.

O’Fera came in while looking at Murray both impressed and shocked. “How did you do that?”

Murray rubbed the back of his head. “I’ll explain it once we’re done here.”

O’Fera smirked at him with her arms crossed.

Dice climbed up to the shelves where all the soul contracts used to be, only noticing one in the C-section. They all could assume that it might be Cassidy’s contract. Dice brought the contract out and looked to see that there was no signature but there was a sentence written in bronze.

“A deal was made by the handshake.”

No wonder Cassidy didn’t sign her name. She shook hands with the Devil.

Dice climbed back down to the others, not realizing another small contract fell out of the one he was holding.

Porkrind picked it up and opened it up to see that it had his own signature and Jerry’s.

Jerry peeked over his shoulder and gasped.

“We’ve never made any deals with him,” Porkrind growled.

“Look, he forged our signatures to give up Cassidy’s soul,” Jerry pointed out.

“Are you kidding me?” Porkrind growled.

Dice looked around the library. “Guys, we need to make this quick.”

Murray and O’Fera witnessed Porkrind putting the contract on the ground and Dice getting another upside down cross from the wall. He flipped it over, letting it glow bright in his hand.

Dice dropped the cross onto Cassidy’s contract, burning it. The bright glow took over in a shape of a cross and disappeared without a trace.

“Whoa,” Dice uttered in shock. “We did it.”

“We need to find Cassidy,” Jerry determined, opening the door and rushing out.

“Jerry, wait!” Porkrind called while chasing after him. Dice followed after them.

O’Fera and Murray hurried after the guys and followed them towards the soul vault where they froze instantly in shock. They saw a faded glow from a figure holding Cassidy’s soul.

“Hey!” Porkrind shouted before the glowing figure disappeared with Cassidy’s soul in his arms.

“What’s that?!” Jerry shouted in panic.

“It’s not the Devil at least,” Dice responded nervously.

“Come on! We got to find her!” Porkrind replied in panic.

Everyone rushed through the soul vault, looking for Cassidy’s soul.

~.~

“Are you sure you know where you’re going?” Ribby questioned Mugman as they were walking through the hallways towards the dungeons.

Mugman nodded his head.

Werner popped out of Mugman’s ceramic head with a withering glare at Ribby. “Hey, don’t gueszion zee mug. He knovs vere he’s koing!”

“Hey, since when did you start believing in Mugsy?” Cuphead questioned the rat.

“Zince he’s schowed his bovers,” Werner answered plainly.

“I got powers too,” Cuphead responded.

“Ha! Zee only zuberpover vu kot vas peing Hannoying,” Werner said while laughing at the cup.

Cuphead growled, his eyes turned flaming red as his fists started to become aflame.

Werner stopped laughing and looked at Cuphead in fear. He ducked his head into Mugman’s ceramic head.

Brineybeard patted Cuphead’s shoulder. “Why don’t we calm down? Who knows wha’ could lurkin’ around here?”

“The pirate is right,” Saltbaker said while holding the syringe close. “The demons might be nearby and your glowing fists might draw their attention to us.”

Chalice sighed while rubbing her hands. “Oh, I hope Canteen is doing okay up there. He ain’t the same as he was ever since we tried to get Cassidy out of here the first time.���

“Really? He seemed to be the same to me,” Saltbaker responded.

“I don’t know. He ain’t as talkative as he used to be,” Chalice responded.

“Yeah, I did notice that,” Natalie replied.

“Might have to check on him once we get back,” Chalice responded.

“Guys, we’re here,” Mugman alerted the group.

Croaks and Ribby ran ahead of them.

“Guys, wait!” Saltbaker alerted them.

“Cassi!” Ribby called.

“Cassi!” Croaks joined, searching within the cells until they found the silver door.

Ribby looked through the window along with Croaks.

“Oh no, Cassi!” Ribby shouted.

“Hang on!” Croaks growled in determination and used his shoulder to bash the silver door.

“Whoa, whoa, hey, you’re making too much noise,” Saltbaker whispered to the frogs harshly.

Cuphead touched the silver door, having it melt in his hands to reveal Cassidy’s soulless body laying against the wall.

Mugman gasped and ran towards her, sliding on his knees beside her. “C-Cassi?” He moved her black bangs out of her face to see her fully. He tried to hold in the tears when he was seeing her like this.

“Hurry,” Chalice ordered.

Saltbaker rushed towards her until he noticed her opening her eyes, red with white slit pupils. With a gasp, Saltbaker grabbed Mugman by the handle. Mugman screeched and zapped Saltbaker, electrocuting him.

“Ow! I’m trying to save your life!” Saltbaker shouted at Mugman, his veins glowing blue.

Mugman breathed heavily with Werner popping out of his head with sparks around his body.

“Ow, that really hurts,” Werner groaned in pain, losing his German accent.

They heard Cassidy laughing evilly, causing everyone to widen their eyes in fear.

“Zat’s your girlfriend?” Werner questioned.

Mugman nodded his head with a sigh of admiration. “Yeah…”

Werner gave the mug teen a deadpan stare. “Ve’re zubozed to pe afraid of your girlfriend, not Hadmiring her.”

The walls fell away from them as if they had been tricked to think they were in the dungeons. But they were in the grand throne room, surrounded by imps and demons. The Devil was sitting at the throne, his veins glowing orange.

“Well, well, look who shows up for a little rescue mission,” The Devil stated while using his fingers to control Cassidy’s body.

“Hey! Leave her alone!” Ribby shouted.

“Yeah!” Croaks added.

Before they could charge at the Devil for controlling Cassidy like a puppet, the imps came forward with their weapons.

Ribby and Croaks clenched their fists, ready to fight.

Brineybeard took out his sword and stood in front of Natalie to defend her.

Cuphead clenched his fists, the red flames glowing.

Chalice turned into a ghost with a determined look on her face.

The blue sparks came out of Mugman’s body, his glare set on the Devil.

Werner ducked back into Mugman’s head and then coming back up with a mini-gun aimed at the imps around them.

“Ooh, I’m so scared,” Devil mocked them. “I have enough patience as it is. I have been waiting for this moment when I can finally kill you all. Now…let’s get the party started, shall we?”

The imps charged towards the others.

Ribby and Croaks yelled out their battle-cry and threw punches at the imps, knocking down every single one of them coming at them.

Brineybeard slashed through the demons with his sword while Werner was firing his mini gun at the imps from Mugman’s head.

Cassidy threw a fireball at Natalie, but it was intercepted by Cuphead. Cuphead threw the fireball back at Cassidy with his wings spread out. Cassidy grabbed the fireball and held it for a brief while.

Mugman zoomed towards Devil, causing Werner to fall back into the mug’s head. He did not hesitate to throw punches at the Devil, letting the sparks fly out of his hands to electrocute the Devil.

The Devil took a hit, his body convulsing a bit until he managed to control himself and smacking Mugman in the face with the back of his pitchfork. He raised his hands up to control Cassidy’s body, turning her around to aim the fireball at Mugman. Before she could throw it, Chalice jumped into her body as a ghost and possessed her, yanking the aim to Devil instead. The fireball was thrown at the Devil, hitting his body.

Cassidy had blue eyes instead of red, indicating that Chalice was possessing her temporary.

“Hurry, Saltbaker! I don’t know how much longer I can hold her!” Chalice shouted with Cassidy’s voice.

Saltbaker nodded his head and rushed towards Cassidy.

Devil noticed Saltbaker running towards Cassidy with the cure in his hand. The demon growled and used his telepathic powers to shove Saltbaker away from Cassidy, sending him flying towards Ribby and Croaks. He took back Cassidy’s body under his possession, shoving Chalice out of Cassidy’s body.

Saltbaker shrieked and crashed against the frogs, knocking them back away from the imps.

Brineybeard gasped and hurried to defend the others by slashing at the incoming imps attacking them. “Are you guys okay?”

“Never better,” Saltbaker groaned.

Mugman drew his brows together and charged towards Devil, tackling him off the throne.

Cuphead was about help, but the imps were piling up on him. He threw his fists at them to get them away from him. Natalie noticed this while breathing heavily in fear. She looked to see Chalice being shoved out of Cassidy’s body, reverting her back to her physical form. Chalice groaned in pain and looked up to Cassidy forming fireballs in her paws.

Before Cassidy would throw a fire ball at Chalice, a mini cannonball crashed between her and Chalice. It blew up before they both could question what it was.

Chalice gasped and looked to the side to see Canteen holding a pistol. He jumped between Cassidy and Chalice with a glare at her, earning Chalice’s bright smile.

“If you want to hurt her, you’re going to have to get through me,” Canteen growled, his gun aimed at her.

Cuphead noticed Canteen standing between Cassidy and Chalice while Bulldog and Charlie entered the scene with Esther tagging along with them.

Bulldog took out his M60 machine gun and fired the bullets at the imps, backing them away from Cuphead and Brineybeard.

Charlie threw bombs in his webs at the imps while Esther fired her shotgun at the imps attacking Brineybeard.

Mugman punched the Devil continuously and sent sparks onto the Devil’s body until someone familiar knocked him away from the Devil. Mugman groaned in pain and looked up. His breathing stopped and his mind went blank. He could only stare in horror to see a familiar tiger standing over him, his stomach opened and an orange glow in his veins.

Devil stood back up with a condescending smirk. “You remember Hunter, don’t you?”

Mugman had tears trickling down to his face, watching Hunter approaching him closer. When Hunter leaned down to meet Mugman’s eye-level, a smirk came to his face.

“It’s nice to see you again, little animal,” Hunter snarled.

Werner popped out of Mugman’s head. “Hey, vo are vu calling little animal?!” Angrily, Werner hopped onto Hunter’s forehead, slamming his fists between the tiger’s eyes with a battle-cry.

Before Devil could step in to help Hunter, a wooden hammer slammed into his face and knocked him back. Devil growled in pain and looked to see Porkrind gripping the hammer with a pissed-off look on his face. The Devil laughed and more arms were pulled from his sides to scare the pig.

Jerry came into the scene and used the other arms out of his trench-coat to pull out his pistols. “Two can play that game.”

Before Devil could attack both Jerry and Porkrind, two cards blocked his eyes. Devil screamed and ripped them off, realizing Dice was right beside him and holding his pitchfork to aim it at Devil.

“Don’t make me use this,” Dice growled.

O’Fera and Murray jumped into the scene, helping Cuphead and Charlie with the imps with O’Fera firing her gun and Murray jumping into the imps’ memories and torturing them with it. Bulldog joined O’Fera, firing at the imps.

O’Fera looked at Bulldog. “Wait, who’s at the edge?!”

“Djimmi, Cagney, Hilda, and Bowlboy! Don’t worry, they’ll lift us up once we let them know!” Bulldog shouted in determination.

Natalie was the only one not fighting the imps. She didn’t know what to do until she noticed Cassidy ready to fire another fireball at Canteen. Chalice got up and gripped Canteen’s bandage shoulder with a glare at possessed Cassidy.

Natalie had to think of something to do. She noticed the Devil controlling her despite being attacked by Porkrind, Jerry, and Dice while Mugman couldn’t move an inch from noticing Hunter and Werner attacking Hunter. Natalie wondered if she could get Cassidy away from the Devil. That’s when an idea struck her. She took off her pink high-heels and threw one of them at Cassidy’s head. Cassidy got hit in the head by the shoes and looked at Natalie.

“Come get me!” Natalie shouted and ran off.

Cassidy grinned evilly and chased after Natalie.

Chalice and Canteen gasped in shock and chased after Cassidy.

Saltbaker noticed this and decided to hurry after the other kids.

Natalie lured Cassidy through the halls of Hell, hoping to get her friend further enough away from the Devil for him to lose control of her. However, Natalie hit a dead end and gasped in fear. She turned to find Cassidy creeping closer to her, a fireball ready in her paw until she crossed an invisible line. Her veins no longer glowed orange and she slumped forward, her fur pale as if she had no soul within her.

Natalie smiled in relief and noticed Chalice and Canteen approaching them. Chalice widened her eyes and noticed Saltbaker rushing besides Cassidy, injecting the cure into her body. Cassidy vomited out Tremaine, but she was still slumped forward.

“Come on, let’s get out of here!” Saltbaker shouted to the kids while picking Cassidy up in his arms.

The kids nodded their heads in agreement and hurried back to the others.

~.~

Mugman watched Werner slamming his tiny fists against Hunter’s forehead before Hunter thrusted Werner against the wall.

“Ow!” Werner yelped.

Hunter turned back to Mugman, who breathed heavily in fear. “You know, I should be thanking you for killing me. I can come back more powerful thanks to you.”

Cuphead noticed Hunter approaching his brother, his brows drawn together. He zoomed towards the tiger and punched him square in the face. “You get away from my brudda! If you ever come near him again, I’ll kill you myself! Ya hear me?!”

As Cuphead was saying this, his body started to burn up in pure anger and vengeance while growing more orange phoenix feathers in his body.

Mugman widened his eyes in shock to see his brother defending him.

Cuphead turned to his brother. “You okay, Mugsy?”

Mugman noticed Hunter forming a fireball. “CUPHEAD, LOOK OUT!!!”

Cuphead turned too late as Hunter shot a fireball at the cup, knocking him back away from his brother.

“CUPHEAD!” Mugman cried, breathing heavily. He looked back at Hunter, who laughed.

“Now, your annoying brother won’t interfere,” Hunter growled at Mugman.

Mugman gritted his teeth in anger and stood up with blue tears streaming down on his face. “Don’t you call him that. Only I get to call him that!”

With that said, the sparks grew larger around Mugman’s body. Mugman’s blue feathers glowed around his torso and his eyes glowed blue, charging towards the tiger and punching his face while electrocuting him.

“You don’t come near me, my brother, my dad, Elder Kettle, and Cassidy ever again! I won’t let you use me to hurt my family again!” Mugman cried, slamming his fists against the tiger’s face before finally shoving him back against the wall.

Dice, Jerry, Porkrind, and Devil noticed before Porkrind landed the last punch at Devil.

Dice dropped the pitchfork when he noticed Saltbaker running out of the hallway with Cassidy in his arms and Chalice, Canteen, and Natalie following him.

“Guys! We got her! Let’s go!” Saltbaker shouted.

Mugman switched his gaze over to find Cassidy’s soulless body in Saltbaker’s arms. He dashed towards Cuphead to pick him up and then to Cassidy, picking her off of Saltbaker’s arms.

“What the—?” Saltbaker uttered with a confused look.

“We got to go! More are coming!” Esther pointed at more imps coming towards them.

O’Fera led the group consisting of Bulldog, Murray, Dice, Porkrind, Jerry, Charlie, and Esther towards Saltbaker and his group.

Brineybeard, Ribby, and Croaks joined the others and ran towards the exit as fast as they could.

Werner rushed behind them, climbing up on one of Brineybeard’s wooden peg legs and onto the pirate’s broad shoulder.

Devil growled. “You don’t just get to run away!” He looked at his imps. “AFTER THEM!”

The imps chased the others through the hallways, following Mugman towards the exit. Mugman flew up through the volcano exit while the others jumped onto the platform.

“PULL US UP!!” Bulldog shouted as the platform was being pulled up immediately by Cagney, Djimmi, and Hilda.

Bowlboy stood and watched in shock while the others were being pulled up. “Hurry!”

Everyone hurried to dissemble the crane and get onto the plane. O’Fera controlled the plane to take off and get away from the entrance of Hell for good.

~.~

 Elder Kettle waited at the Howling Aces’ base with Sally, Aurora, and Philip along with the Root Pack, the Moonshine Mob, the Casino gang, and the Yankee Yippers.

“Are they gonna make it?” Ollie asked with a trembling voice.

“I hope so,” Elder Kettle responded.

They heard someone approaching the front door, looking up in fear and anticipation until the door opened to reveal Mugman carrying both Cassidy and Cuphead in his arms.

Mugman had blue feathers glowing as he carried them inside of the base towards the others.

“Oh dear,” Sally uttered in shock.

“Are they dead?” Ollie questioned tearfully.

Mugman collapsed on his knees, holding them tightly. The tears started to trickle down on Mugman’s cheeks.

A couple of tears landed on Cuphead’s cracked face, instantly shocking him and waking him up.

Cuphead snapped his eyes awake with a gasp. “Whoa! What the—?” He realized he was in Mugman’s arms and crawled out of it. “Mugsy—” he looked to notice Cassidy laying in his arms without her soul. “Oh…”

“I’m sorry,” Mugman uttered to Cuphead.

“For what?”

“For not being a good brother. For not being good enough to protect you,” Mugman responded.

“Hey, you ain’t a bad brother. And you’ve always protected me. It’s me who doesn’t protect you enough,” Cuphead said sadly.

Ollie started to sob.

“Ollie, no,” Sal warned the onion.

Mugman held Cassidy closely as the others hurried inside of the base.

“We’re back!” Djimmi announced before noticing Mugman holding soulless Cassidy. The genie turned to Porkrind and Jerry to see their sad looks. “What happened with Cassidy’s soul?”

“Some glowing figure took her soul,” Dice responded. “We don’t know what it was, but—”

“The Most High,” Mugman gasped when the adults mentioned the glowing figure. He held her tighter until he broke down in tears. “Why? Why did you take her from me?”

Porkrind frowned and tried to hold in his tears. Jerry placed a hand on Porkrind’s shoulder, comforting him.

Everyone gathered around dead Cassidy as Ollie begin to cry to see someone dead. Ollie’s stench caused the others to start sniffling.

~.~

Cassidy woke up to a bright glowing light carrying her out of Hell.

Part of her didn’t know who the figure under the glowing light was, but once she was out of Hell and into a brighter place, she almost understood who it was.

The Most High carried her soul towards the golden gates as the gates opened for him to walk through. “You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you?”

Cassidy frowned and snuggled close to Most High’s chest. She nodded her head. “I’m sorry…I wasn’t thinking clearly and I’m…I shouldn’t have made deals with the Devil.”

“That’s true. You shouldn’t have. But I see why you did. You didn’t think you’re loved. Didn’t you know that it’s a lie that was created for a long time?” The Most High asked her.

“It didn’t feel like a lie. It felt like it was truth.”

The Most High set Cassidy down on her feet. “Well, I like you to meet someone who will tell you otherwise.” The Most High gestured Cassidy to look forward.

Cassidy looked forward to find a grassy field with various of multi-color flowers. Up ahead, she could see two red felines running to her. They were adults and…she instantly recognized them.

“Mom? Dad?”

Jack and Shayna slid on their knees and hugged their daughter with cries of joy.

“My precious baby!” Shayna whimpered into her daughter’s shoulders.

Jack kissed the top of Cassidy’s head. “We love you so much, sweetheart. More than anything in this world.”

“Really?” Cassidy asked, her voice cracked.

“Of course,” Shayna, Cassidy’s mother, replied while wiping the tears away from her daughter’s face. “Look at you. You’re all grown up.”

Cassidy started to sob while snuggling her parents. “Why did you guys leave me?”

“Oh, baby,” Jack choked back tears.

Shayna wiped her own tears away. “I left you with Po to keep you safe from the Night Stalkers. It was only to keep you safe, honey. If I can come back for you, I would’ve…but…life had other plans.”

Cassidy blinked her eyes. “Po? You mean…?”

“Yeah, your adopted dad,” Shayna answered.

Cassidy tilted her head. “How come he never told me anything about you guys?”

Shayna frowned and looked to the side.

Cassidy glanced to the side and saw a cloud playing a memory of Porkrind collapsing on his knees in the snow.

“Shay?” Porkrind uttered on his knees.

Shayna looked back at Cassidy. “He tends to bottle things up. I wish he wouldn’t. It would catch up to him at the end. Maybe you can help me through that the same way he helped you through your childhood.”

Cassidy watched more memories of Porkrind defending her from bullies along with Jerry. She widened her eyes to find Jerry jumping into the lake when Cassidy was thrown into it by her bullies and Porkrind punching the teacher for calling Cassidy a burden. She also noticed the memories where she was dancing with Porkrind to practice her date with Mugman. She saw that she was dancing with Jerry when she wanted to go to Natalie’s birthday party. She saw Dice playing cards with her, Jerry, and Porkrind with Dice shutting Tabitha up so that they could play cards together without Tabitha making a comment.

She saw Mugman complimenting her when reading beside her one time and calling her an angel. She also saw Chalice and Cuphead prioritizing what Cassidy desires for her birthday along with Canteen defending her when Natalie tried to make suggestions that would go her way.

She also saw Ribby and Croaks being happy whenever she came around to visit them along with Cagney, Hilda, and Goopy Le Grande. Even there were memories of Djimmi the Great giggling at Cassidy’s antics as a kitten.

Most of all, she saw Natalie not being a good friend to her by walking all over and getting Cassidy to do things she wants. However, she also saw that Natalie was the one who rescued Cassidy out of the tree trunk and would defend Cassidy whenever someone made a snide remark at Cassidy.

Cassidy started to cry when she saw everyone surrounding her soulless body and crying. Mugman holding her and sobbing into her chest. Ribby and Croaks were crying into each other’s shoulders to see Cassidy like this while Porkrind was trying to hold in his tears until he finally collapsed on his knees, sobbing. Jerry hugged Porkrind from the side, joined in by Dice placing a hand on Porkrind’s shoulder. Cuphead whimpered a bit from the onion stench while Murray and Elder Kettle hugged him. Natalie sobbed to see her friend like this along with Aurora. Chalice and Canteen comforted Natalie and Aurora, trying to hold in their tears as well.

“They love me,” Cassidy uttered.

“Yes, they do,” The Most High replied.

“I’m…I’m not a burden to them,” Cassidy added.

“You never were, Cassidy,” The Most High said. “And you never will be to me. You are loved by me and everyone who you call family. Don’t ever forget that, okay?”

“It’s going to be easy for me to forget,” Cassidy responded.

“Then I will remind you along with the others of how much loved you are,” The Most High replied.

Shayna and Jack stood beside her.

The Most High looked at Cassidy. “You can stay or you can go. It’s your choice.”

Cassidy looked at the memories in tears. She looked up at her real parents, who were smiling at them. Then she noticed the cups, who were smiling at her too.

Cassidy wiped her tears away. “I want to go back to them.”

The Most High nodded his head. “Then you shall go back to them.”

“Can we hug our daughter before she leaves?” Jack requested.

The Most High nodded his head. “Of course.”

Jack and Shayna pulled Cassidy into a hug for one last time as all three of them purred.

“Will I see you guys again?” Cassidy asked her parents.

“Of course, you will,” Jack responded.

Shayna kissed her daughter’s forehead and looked into her daughter’s eyes. “Po and Jerry did such a good job raising such a beautiful girl like you.”

“They sure did,” Jack agreed.

Cassidy sniffled and wiped her tears away.

“Don’t be angry at Po,” Shay reminded Cassidy. “He bottled a lot of things up, but he shows more emotion when you’re around. Can you tell him that I’m proud of him for me?”

“Yeah, of course,” Cassidy replied while wiping the tears away.

“Thank you,” Shayna responded while her parents let Cassidy go.

The Most High extended his hand out for Cassidy. “Are you ready?”

Cassidy nodded her head and grabbed his hand. “Yeah.”

“Good,” The Most High said as he guided her into the memory where everyone was surrounding her at the Howling Aces base.

~.~

 The cries faded from Ollie with the stench fading from the air. However, half of the group were still sobbing like Natalie and Aurora. Both of the girls were comforted by Brineybeard holding them close like they were his own daughters.

Cassidy’s soul watched them still gathered around and looked to see Djimmi sighing.

“We gotta bury her,” Djimmi responded.

“No,” Mugman whimpered. “Give me five more minutes with her.”

O’Fera frowned and looked away, wiping the remaining tears away.

Cassidy’s soul shook her head and entered back into her body without anyone being aware. However, Werner noticed color coming back to Cassidy’s body.

Mugman noticed Cassidy’s felt warmer than expected. Before he could question the sudden warmness, he heard purring. He gasped and looked at her, noticing her fluttering her eyes open to wake up.

Everyone gasped at the sight with both in happiness and shock.

Cassidy glanced up and the first person she saw was Mugman. “Mugsy…?”

“Angel…?” Mugman uttered in tears. He buried his head against her forehead, sobbing.

She caressed his face, crying along with him.

“I thought I lost you,” Mugman uttered.

She rubbed her face against his, purring louder than before. “I love you too.”

He held her tighter, his wings extended to wrap around her.

She gasped in shock. “Whoa, you got wings?!”

Mugman giggled and placed her on the floor, letting her sit up and looking at his wings. “Yeah. You missed a lot.”

“Wow,” she responded with a blush.

“Yeah.”

She looked to see Porkrind, who was now tearing up. “Dad?”

Porkrind immediately rushed up to her and picked her up, cradling her in his arms. “I miss you so much!”

“I miss you too, Dad,” Cassidy responded.

Jerry approached beside Porkrind.

“Jerry!” Cassidy cried while leaping into Jerry’s arms.

Jerry hugged her with all of his sick arms. “Oh, Cassi, you’re alive!”

Ribby and Croaks ran towards Cassidy. “CASSI!” They picked her up from Jerry’s arms and hugged the red feline.

“We misses ya,” Ribby whimpered.

“The Devil will pay for what he did to you!” Croaks responded out of vengeance.

“Guys, guys, I’m okay,” Cassidy reassured the frog brothers. “I miss you both too.”

Cagney swept Cassidy off of Ribby and Croaks’ arms and spun her around. “It’s been such a long time since I’ve seen you!”

“Oh, we got so much catching up to do,” Hilda replied excitedly.

“Where’s Goopy?” Cassidy asked Hilda and Cagney.

“Uh…no idea,” Cagney responded.

“CASSI!”

Cassidy was suddenly tackled out of Cagney’s hold by Cuphead. Cuphead twirled around and hugged. “You’re back! You’re back! You’re back!”

“Careful, Cuphead, you’re going to crush her bones!” Mugman hurried to Cuphead to make sure he wouldn’t hurt Cassidy.

Chalice and Canteen approached Cassidy.

“It’s good to have you back, Cassi,” Chalice replied warmly and hugged her.

“It’s good to be back—” Cassidy noticed Canteen’s bandaged arm. “Did I—?”

“Not intentionally,” Canteen answered. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”

Cassidy noticed Aurora running up to her.

“Cassi!!” Aurora shouted with joy.

Cassidy picked Aurora up and spun her around in a hug. “Aw, Rori!”

She looked up at Natalie, who gave her a frown. She rubbed her arm and gave a deep sigh.

“Cassi…”

Cassidy put Aurora down and listened to Natalie intently.

Natalie sighed heavily and looked into the feline’s eyes. “I’m sorry.”

Cassidy’s gaze softened.

“I’m sorry that I called you a burden…I’m sorry that I pressured to do things that I only want…I-I’m sorry for being a terrible friend. I will understand if you don’t forgive me. I wasn’t the friend you deserved. I was caught up in being like Mom that I was pushing you away. But I won’t try to be her. I want to be a better friend to you. You deserve to have a better friend than how I treated you back then and—”

Cassidy hugged Natalie, interrupting her speech. “I forgive you.”

Natalie clenched her jaw and hugged her back, crying into her shoulder.

Brineybeard smiled proudly at Natalie.

Cassidy and Natalie broke away while Mugman approached beside Cassidy and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

Cuphead approached beside Natalie and held her hand with a soft proud smile at her. They both blushed at each other, but they still held hands.

Chalice and Canteen stood side by side as Chalice glanced at Canteen and smirked at him.

“Hey, Hughes,” Chalice called.

“Hm?” Canteen questioned.

“You are a hero today,” she responded. “Do you know what heroes get when they save damsels in distress?”

“Uh…I have think about all the stories I read and—”

Chalice kissed his cheek with a blush on her face. “They get a kiss on the cheek, silly.”

Canteen blushed madly. “Oh…”

“I’m trying to say thank you for saving me.”

“Right, right,” Canteen answered with his face becoming more red.

Cassidy looked up at Porkrind, who smiled at her. She pulled out of Mugman’s hold and climbed up on her father’s shoulder. She rubbed her head against his. “Thank you, Dad, for everything.”

Porkrind smiled softly and hugged her.

“And Dad?”

“Hm?”

“Mom is proud of you.”

Porkrind widened his eye in shock. “Huh?”

“Um…I saw her up in Heaven and she wanted me to tell you how proud she is for you and how you raised me.”

Porkrind softened his gaze while slightly freaked out. “You’ve seen your parents?”

Cassidy nodded her head.

“I’m sorry I haven’t told you about them—”

“It’s okay. I understand,” she said. “Maybe you can tell me more about them someday.”

Porkrind smiled and nodded. “Sounds like a good idea.”

Cassidy climbed back down from her father and went to her friends, cuddling her boyfriend.

Porkrind smiled softly and watched his daughter talking with her group of friends.

Djimmi floated next to Porkrind. “She’s a miracle, isn’t she?”

The one-eyed pig nodded his head in agreement. “Yeah, she really is.”

To Be Continued...

A/N: I'm so sorry for the long chapter, but I really hope that you enjoy it nevertheless. Please leave hearts and comments. Reblogs are appreciated. <3

[welcome-to-the-flock]

We searched around the clinic for a while, walking past the staff until we entered a room labeled hydroponics garden. Connected to the hydroponics garden was what appeared to be a staff only break room. We sat down on the break room sofa.

Randy stood there for a second and looked across the ceiling as if he was inspecting it.

Randy: "So..." "Lemmie just..." Randy placed his hands around my neck and took my collar off.

Baxter: "T-thank you!!"

Randy: "I get it, ya know... “ Randy said, pausing to gather his thoughts.

”He didn't always have these infernal little gadgets. And, it took a lotta trial and error to make these things safe.." Randy said with a thousand yard stare.

"So I of all people get ya being scared of these damn things. Be lucky ya only gotta deal with the ones approved for human trials, Haheheh." He said, trying to force a smile.

Baxter: "Since you seemed in charge of the rest of the sheep I assumed you were, I assumed you were fine with what doc was doing." "Why are you so insistent on me going along with his plans? I don't think you fully like him. Is there a reason you keep helping him?"

Randy looked at me baffled and confused, as if I told him the sky was green.

Randy: "I've baa, been helping out on the farm since I was a lamb??? He kinda helped make me??? What am I supposed to do??? RUN AWAY AND LIVE IN THE WOODS?!?!"

Baxter: "Haha, I’d smash his head in if I had to deal with him even half as long as you had to!" I exclaimed half jokingly.

Randy: "???” Randy looked at me like I was crazy.

 "Look I've been helping manage the other sheep for abaa a decade. Baafore thaat I was helping maa with harvesting crops and animal rearing." “I’ve spend my whole life working in this place, I don’t know why yer so surprised thaat I’ve adjusted to the fact thaat ya either ya fall in line with what pops wants, or else.”

Baxter: "Is THAAAT why you thought it was good idea to use a fucking shock collar on me?!" I yelled.

Randy: "Sorry abaa thaat." "I shoulda been more careful abaa what I told ya." He said regretfully.

Baxter: "..." I stared at him waiting for elaboration.

Randy: "It was an accident." Randy said his voice was suffocated by guilt. "The doc doesn't really get, the idea of trying to lead anyone without maniplating or coersing them. And baacause I'm supposed to be in charge of the flock, it kinda just…” He paused lost in thought.

“Activates whenever I tell folks to do something." He said the word activates almost euphemistically.

Baxter: "Its hard to fucking trust someone if you think its okay to use those things to their personal advantage. Thankfully thaat assumption seems not have much truth to it."

Randy: "I don't want to end up actin like doc, and if using his tech made ya think I was being like him, then I'm sorry."

Baxter: "I know… Just please don’t pull thaat shit again okay.” Randy: "I won't."

Randy looked remorseful and guilty, clearly apologetic about earlier.I scooted myself closer to randy and put my hand on his shoulder.

Baxter: "Thank you baa, by the way. It was really nice of you to convince the doctor to give us a brake like this." Randy: "Heh, Well from how ya where reacting to him ya sure as hell needed one!" Randy said as he put his hand over my shoulder trying to comfort me.

I reached my hand on top of randy's head and softly petted it. Randy: "Baaaa!" He cheerfully bleated. "Heheh, I guess ya managed to turn the tabbaa, tabbles on me."

Baxter: "You know even if it was weird, and little embaa, embarrassing. And if I wasn't exactly thinking straight when it happened. I didn't mind the petting all thaat much." I sheepishly stated.

Randy: "Would you mind now?" Randy eagerly asked. Baxter: "Heheheh, I guess not..." I said with smile.

Me and randy sat on the couch as he pet me , While less intensely enjoyable as it felt when deeply under the collars influence it still felt nice. Nice to have my woolly hair played with, Nice to have the back of my neck massaged, nice to have this moment with randy.

After a bit I started laying on randy. Well of course after doing some jenga to find how to do so without stabbing him. He wrapped his arm around me as layed my head and nuzzled it against his, Spending the rest of the half hour we had together cuddling each other and embracing each others company.

After all this time I had managed to calm down. Unfortunately Randy had to remind me of the fact this escape was only temporary.

Randy: "Okay, so..." "Pops is probaably done writing down notes abaa ya." "And if we wait any longer and he's either gonna be angry as wasps nest thaat yer not baack yet, or is plotting world domination. Either way we should come baack baafore things escalate."

Baxter: "I don't have to put the goddamn collar baack on do I?" I said my voice full of dread.

Randy: "Sorry but..." He said trailing off.

Baxter: "Whaat if we make a decoy?!" I begged bargining for a way to avoid what he already viewed as inevitable.

Randy: "There ain't enough time for thaat, and it ain't easy to fool him. Especially abaa his own devices." He said matter of factly.

Baxter: "If I promise to put it baack on right now. You have to promise not to snitch on me for not wearing the collar once we get baack home." I said desperately.

Randy: "Okay just, wear the collar in front of doc. I don't want ya gettin in even more trouble." His throat seemed to tighten, as if he knew this wasn’t something he should be allowing.

Baxter: "Fine." I said trying to tolerate the compromise we’d come to.

[kald-dal-write]

i agree that mentors definitely dont just throw newbies into action (your headcannon with mentoring your first tribute with someone is great i think that is the closest to truth that we can get)

i feel like it should depend on the district? like some district may not have a choice (like haymitch wouldn't have if he get only katniss). so you get your first victor and they immediately join you as mentor for second tribute. in that case it is make sense to share them as boy-boy girl-girl.

also now when i think about it it may be even important to be mentor in your first year, like you would definitely get a lot attention, and everyone would want to know how you would do in your new job... Tho again in case of a careers district they probably more work for a result, like.. you know in some sports like football trainers can become popular as trainers not as players? And for them it may be a real career like you just do new victors for a living and collect them like funkopops. the whole career system made its hard for victors from poor district to ...happen (?), so those victors quickly get a lot attention and everyone want to know how good they at their new job. like for careers its more interesting how the old mentors can create a new victors, and for everyone else its more interesting how new stars can handle their new job.

also yes katniss couldn't possibly know everything but she mention that there is many commentators in the games, they invite guests to discuss the tactics of tributes, she knows some stylist (like she told that she saw Tigress a lot in early games and she told Cinna thats he new here) and mentors are something like celebritys in Capitol (and haymitch despite having 0 victors is something as an old friend for the viewers (not direct quote)), so i think process like mentoring may be actually be at least a little open and known? again katniss wasn't surprised about many things in games process so i kinda trust most things she say.

like for me her note about names in districts for launching rooms was a little bit weird cause the rooms looks like TOO behind the scenes places to have knowledge about. like I don't even see the point of filming them? like yeah you could know that ther are some starting rooms but katniss doesn't react to them. there is no "oh now i know how they look" or something.

i may be bad at explaining but i hope you see my vision 😅

also in tbosas (i feel like snow is a mentor there as an answer to fandoms questions about mentorship) they do film mentors in process (when they speaking about actions in games and when tributes dies) and in movie (tho i personally dont like tbosas-movies take ob many book things) they film the process of sending gifts.

The point is i do think that katniss is more trustful (?) that you think cause she kinda implied that they show a lot on tv

damn i write a lot 😅

sorry about that .... my brain just go brrrr when i think about hunger games system and i haven't actually found anyone to talk about it so its just exist in my head

if its hard to read or you dont want to discuss such things please let me know and i stop ✋🏻

Currently on my reread of the series so can report back when I get further in my reread haha

But like seeing how Katniss doesn’t even know the names of like half the Victors during the Quell and some of them she only learns them during the games/build up the games, you can argue how well known the other Victors/mentors are to District people.

As far as I remember she doesn’t know the names/who Beetee, Wiress, Cecelia, Seeder, Woof or Blight are until the games. (Might be wrong, but as far as I remember this was a thing). All she knows about the D6 Victors is that they are Morphling addicts and never learns their names. She recognises Chaff but that’s because he’s good friend with Haymitch and they are often seen together. Like as far as I remember she doesn’t seem to know the other Victors that well.

The only Victors she seems to know anything about are people she was old enough to witness their Victory for. (Cashmere, Gloss, Finnick, Johanna and Annie).

So either that means they are not shown too much or Katniss does not care/pay attention to that specifically.

(Side note love that it isn’t until Haymitch points out to Katniss never got to meet any Victor after her games/on the tour she is like “Oh yeah that is weird 🤔” jkldjhjsajfh)

Thanks for liking my headcanon around first year mentoring, like it made sense to me. And yes because didn’t have a chance to touch upon it, don’t think you would have the same set up if you are the second Victor of your District, then you are just thrown into it with no “training”

Like make a semi point with it in TOFS seeing as Maureen’s first year was the second Quell so she had to do it alone, because there were only 3 Victors from D6 between 4 tributes so yeah.

Can also definitely see the difference between how people react to Career!Mentors vs Non-Career!Mentors. Like definitley think the Career mentors take it way more seriously, have proper Sponsors they always hit up, like a massive network of them. As you mentioned, have mentors who has worked for years and have many Victors under their belt.

Then the Non-Career!Mentors just have to pray their tribute survive the bloodbath and just hope someone want to root/sponsor for them 😭

And I don’t mind asks like this, love sharing my THG Lore headcanons

[strawbrygashez]

P1 DUDE X (FEM) READER X P3 DUDE

HEATER (Part 2)

👻 second part!!!!!!! This is also pretty long but enjoy or whateva I guess!! Sorry if any errors!

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“I don’t like this. Can you guys stop with the joke already? You win or whatever. I just wanted somewhere warm for the night” You looked genuinely a bit exhausted by all this and Dude, finally seemed to get the obvious hint to fill you in. He sighed and looked over to the other Dude who was just looking at the ground. “It’s not a ‘joke’. Believe me or not there is..multiple versions of me. Tons of other ‘Dudes’. I really don’t know this one. But I can assume he’s a really fucked up even more mentally deranged version of me, and some other ‘Dude’ must love messing with him if he’s that terrified of me. If you don’t believe me I can’t help you that much. Sorry.”

Did he really think you were that gullible? What was he getting out of making all this up besides the chance to see you go along with his whole made up story and to be able to make fun of you once they decide to drop the act. Which sounded like a very ‘your’ Dude thing to do. You gave another glance to the other Dude who still hadn’t really reacted to what Dude was saying, and then back to your Dude. He wasn’t showing any hints of a grin or being on the verge of breaking into a fit of laughter either.. and he was usually really bad at hiding the fact he was messing with you most of the time. He seemed to catch on to the fact you were trying to find some hint of him enjoying what was currently happening right now so he cleared his throat before setting his drink down onto the small table next to the couch.

“Look I really am telling the truth, okay? I wouldn’t lie-” he suddenly cut himself off with a stupid chuckle and grin “Well, okay I would lie to you if it was for your own good. But I’m seriously telling you the truth here..” his smile faded some as he decided what to say next. “I’m sure if you stay around me longer..you’ll probably end up meeting more of these loser wanna-be me’s. It’s kinda always random when one of us shows up. I don’t really know why it happens to be honest but you should know by now weird stuff always happens when I’m around, right?” Well, he did have a point there at least. A good amount of the time you guys hanged out together, some of the weirdest opportunities would present its self to Dude and he had told you strange stories of jobs and events that he’d been a part of but for the longest time you’d thought he was just the kinda guy to exaggerate or likes to tell tall tales but with Dudes persistence with this story and the fact this other guy probably really couldn’t have pulled off that good of a ‘act’ earlier without Dudes explanation being true…..Damn. Being around Dude has truly effected you because you are starting to believe something as crazy as this…

“Well..I guess you’re kinda right. But if I find out you’re really just messing with me, you won’t hear from me anymore” You warned Dude (in your heart you knew deep down even if this was a joke, you probably wouldn’t be able to never speak to Dude again. Lord help you). Dude gave you a sweet grin again before ruffling your hair. “Good thing I’m telling the truth then. Wouldn’t know what to do without ya.” He teased. You felt your heart race a little at that but before you could say anything, the other Dude finally looked up Dude and spoke up. “T-there really is a lot of other mes?” You felt kinda bad for almost ignoring the fact that this other Dude clearly was battling with his own worries and doubts of his own right now. Dude removed his hand from you and faced down to him before giving a snarky reply, “What? You finally trust me now? I’m not gonna mess with your hair too if that’s what you want.” The tone made the other Dude slightly frown and look down at the couch space in between you and him with a huff. Dudes comment probably was gonna spiral him down into being scared again so you, yet again had to remind Dude to be nice. Which made him roll his eyes but listen none of the less. “Fine. Yes there are others of us.” Dude said before thinking to himself for a moment and added, “and none that I met would probably hurt you. You probably just got unlucky and only have ever met a real shitty one so, yknow. You can calm down now, alright?”

Even though he said that in a slightly irritated tone it seemed good enough to make the other Dude look up again at him and relax just a bit more. You knew he probably wouldn’t be able to fully trust him for a while, from what you now know you understood why but you were just glad that everything didn’t feel as tense as before. “Fine but…I got my own gun on me so.. don’t try anything..to me or her.” The other Dude replied as he adjusted his glasses. You had to admit it felt kinda nice that this guy seemed to worry about you though he had thought you’d broken into his house. Way too many misunderstandings had happened tonight. Dude chuckled and took another sip of his own drink. “Wouldn’t dare.” He sarcastically replied as he went to go put his now empty mug away.

The other Dudes eyes fell onto you once Dude had walked away as your eyes met his. That’s when you noticed something, even though you assumed all his shaking had been from fear, he still was shivering some as he watched you. That’s when it hit you that he had been outside in the snow storm, running from whatever. How he didn’t freeze to death out there or how he was able to let alone run in all that snow was unknown to you. “Oh, are you cold?..you can have this I really don’t mind.. though it might be cold now.. I could make you a new cup.” You offered as you held out the drink Dude had made you. You hadn’t drank out of it anyways with all this going on. He however shook his head no and gently tried pushing it back toward you. “No thanks..Im fine really. Im kinda cold but I’m used to it. You need it more than I do probably.” He replied. That wouldn’t settle it for you though. You knew he had to have been suffering out there since it was supposed to have been in the negatives, so you stood up and placed your mug down.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make you your own cup. So we would have all had one, okay?” You said with a grin. It looked like he was about to deny a cup again but your Dude chimed in. “Nope. Sit back down. I’ll make him one.” You looked over at him as he went to yet again look for another cup. “I’m perfectly fine making one myself, Dude. You already made me some.” He just gave a shrug at that before replying, “Don’t care. Sit down. I’m already over here.” Ugh he could be such a hard head. You sat down anyways, giving a look to the other Dude about your Dudes behavior. He only just watched you in silence again. Maybe that should have been something you got creeped out by but you got the feeling when he was silent and just looking at something when interacting with someone, he was just thinking to himself or of something to say and boy, was the next thing that came out of his mouth something alright. “Are you his girlfriend?”

A heat washed over your face at the sudden question (while unbeknownst to you, your Dude suddenly got that cold freezing feel again like you’d both had when the other Dude burst in) and you dared not to look at your Dude to get…some kinda conformation? You knew you and your Dude had something going on for sure but both of you still hadn’t really set anything in stone...and Dude didn’t really made a big move on you yet. Though it hurt you a bit to think about it, really all that could be going on between you and Dude could just end up being a friends with benefits type of situation for all you knew so you just managed to answer honestly though mumbling, “N-nope. We’re just kinda friends I guess.” you picked at a loose thread in your pajamas pants, looking away from either Dude as your face continued to burn.

Though you couldn’t see it, the other Dude looked over to your Dude who was just standing there looking off into nothing. Jeez, for a guy who pretended to be so brazen and masculine, he couldn’t even ask out a girl he obviously had a thing for. And that thought was coming from the most mentally unwell Dude there was. Noticing neither of you were probably gonna start acting normal until he did something himself, he tried to give you a reassuring grin. “Oh. Sorry for asking I guess. I don’t have a girlfriend either! So maybe all of us Dudes don’t.” The other Dude said in a attempt to calm you down. Your Dude also noticed your uncomfortableness with the situation so he tried to regain all the confidence he could before he sarcastically said “Man, I wonder why you don’t have one.”

Feeling as though your Dude didn’t take the other Dudes question to seriously or to heart as you did, you forced yourself to look back up and grin at the man in front of you a bit. “Oh. Well, I’m sure you’ll get one one day. You seem kinda..cool.” You said. Now this time, neither of you noticed your Dude looking over to both of you with a…certain concerned look in his eyes before quickly focusing back to his task at hand. The other Dude shook his head with a little chuckle. “Nah. Probably not. Too much going on with me.” He replied to you as he looked over to a window near by. The snow had seemed to have picked up even more in speed. It would be one hell of a walk home for him…wherever that even was if this wasn’t his home.

You followed his gaze over to the window and watched as the snow fell. “Jeez. I don’t think anyones going anywhere for a while now.” You pointed out with a chuckle. The news said it was going to be bad, but this bad? You hadn’t imagined it would. Oh well at least maybe your Dude would have to finally relax at home and stop getting into weird, possibly dangerous situations for a bit. The man next to you got up and walked over closer to the window as he nodded. “Yeah. Just wonder where that fucker went to.” Oh yeah. He’d mentioned someone or something following him earlier.

“Who?” You asked, not really thinking of if it would open another can of worms or not. He didn’t answer you for a bit. He just stood there, presumably scanning his eyes around the area before he finally stood back enough to close the raggedy curtains. “I guess the ‘Dude’ who fucks with my head. It…or he, didn’t look exactly human though out there. But it was heading right for me. Those red eyes..fuck. Those keep me up at night.” He answered, looking no where in particular until your Dude walked up to him with a drink in hand. He grinned as he handed it out toward him. “Damn. Sounds like fucking with your head isn’t the only fucking you two have going on. Tell me more about his red eyes?” Dude teased with a fake dreamy flutter of his eye lashes. This made the other Dude frown but take the drink out of his hand rather roughly, some drops falling to the floor. “Fuck you. Did you do anything to this?” He asked as he looked down into the hot beverage.

“No dipshit. I already said I’m not gonna hurt you. Lighten up would ya skippy?” Your Dude said before taking a seat next to you. “And no more hot chocolate for the night. I’m not some stay at home house wife who makes-” you shoved him before he could go on. “I TOLD YOU I COULD-” “Yeah. I know I know. Just shut it would ya?” Dude joked with a grin at you getting ‘upset’ with him. The other Dude watched you two as he took a couple sips. To be honest he was kinda glad he did get the drink after all. He should really pick some stuff up to make his own cups of hot chocolate once he got back home..right. Back home.

“Well.. I guess, uhm. I should figure out how to get back home soon.” He awkwardly interrupted you and Dudes little rough housing (more like shoving and light smacking) match. You looked away from your Dude to him, your grin leaving as you realized he was perfectly fine with the idea going out in that snow storm. You didn’t even feel the need to ask if what you were gonna offer was okay to Dude before you spoke. “You can’t go out in that! Stay here for the night. You probably wouldn’t be able to make out where anything is anyways out there.”

Dudes grin also left once those words left your mouth. “Huh? Y/n you know this is my house right? He decided to barge in.” He said with a sudden seriousness. “Oh cmon Dude. Just look how bad it is out there though. And wasn’t someone following him? You saw uh..how scared he was. No offense other Dude.” You rebutted. The other Dude slightly shook his head with a grin. “None taken.” Dude grumbled and looked at both of you, still not convinced. It wasn’t his problem that this Dude had a obsessive Dude following him. Not at all. But you decided to say something that would reallllly change his tone. “If you let him I guess I would have to sleep somewhere else in the house for the night.” You said, making sure to add a little bit of a flirty tone to the end so he’d connect two and two. Somewhere else? Where else could you slee- OH. His bed.

Like you assumed, this got him to give a big ol’ smirk and suddenly cave in. “Well when you put it like that. Sure. The fucker can stay.” Dude announced, more than ready to share a bed with you as he stood up before holding his hand out for you to take. You couldn’t help but grin either both because you found Dudes reaction silly and you also had one more thing you wanted to spring onto Dude last minute. You took his hand and stood up. The other Dude looked just slightly uncomfortable at the major flirting undertones going on right now but gave you a awkward smile and a..thumbs up? As he made his way to the couch. “Oh. O-okay. I’ll just sleep here on the couch then I guess. Thanks.”

“Mhm. Let’s go y/n. I promise my bedsheets are clean! I had to clean them last week since Champ-” you decided to interrupt him now. “Wait..one more thing." He still kept his excited grin as he gave a “hm?”. “Can he share the bed with us? That SpongeBob blanket didn’t do a good job at keeping me really warm.”

Now BOTH of them looked at you like you had grown a extra head. The other Dudes eyes doing that unnaturally wide thing again but you didn’t feel the need to retract what you said. “What?…huh” He dumbly responded. “I’ll join you if he can come with. I said-” Now Dude cut you off. “No I know but- UGH” he looked up at the ceiling, like he was silently praying for you not to actually want that but knowing you probably wouldn’t budge and that this would maybe at least still let him have his arms around you…fuck it. Sharing the bed with some fucking weirdo would be somewhat okay he guesses as long as you’re next to him in it. He sighed and looked at you both. “Fine. Whatever weirdo. Just keep your hands to yourself, other me. If I feel a hand…” he glared at the other Dude. “N-no I mean I-I’ll probably be fine right here-!” He suddenly started to become red and man was it a lot more noticeable on him than your Dude. This other Dude definitely didn’t leave the house that much with how pale he was.

“It’ll be fine. Please? Also it could be for like…yknow if that one guy comes back. We both are here to protect you.” You tried to convince him. It wasn’t that you were attracted to both Dudes….okay maybe you were slightly attracted to this other Dude..which is probably okay because they are all the same guy??? Right? But you were also genuinely worried about him for a couple reasons. Luckily the promise of protection seemed to sway him into agreeing..though he was on the same boat as your Dude of thinking it was a tiny bit weird..but oh well. “F-fine..okay. I-I’ll just sleep at the end or something..” he finally said as he got up and went over to you both.

As you all made your way to Dudes bedroom, Dude mumbled in a mocking voice “oh but Dude your heater is on”

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Note: I left the ending slightly ambiguous bc 🤷‍♀️!!!!! BUT I would like to imagine it ends with the reader & Dudes all ending up in a cuddle pile..that y’all prob don’t talk about until a couple days later 💀

[harmonyckrs]

DAY 7 in Twisted Strangetown: Investigating the Beakers

THE PREVIOUS DAY

Now that Vidcund is safe and Aktu is in Ajay's possession, Chloe and I figured it would be a good idea to move out and observe the Beakers. We told Pascal that we were doing a secret investigation to locate Bella Goth, which he seemed to take rather well.

He offered to escort us to the Beakers, which I initially assumed was out of kindness. It turned out there was another reason why he asked, though - that weird guy that Boss insisted we protect.

I'm not really into sex or romance, but I'm glad there's at least something going well for him after everything that happened.

Pascal also claimed that he got some valuable information to share to help us with our investigation in regards to "Bella Goth," but it turns out he just wanted to talk shit about Loki and make false claims about him being responsible for every bad thing that's ever happened in Strangetown. He and Chloe spent some time talking trash about him, even though our interactions with Loki are still incredibly limited and we have yet to figure out who he is a person.

Pascal tried to do the same for me, but unlike her, I take my job seriously (okay wow. I'm sorry for trying to enjoy myself and actually interact with other people for non-work related reasons? You gotta learn how to blend in man). I refuse to involve myself in petty drama, especially after what happened with Erin and Kristen.

Needless to say, Pascal did not appear happy about that. I expected better from him, considering his reputation as the most reasonable person in Strangetown. The competition doesn't really appear to be very strong considering the eccentric nature of everyone else, but I hope you can understand my point.

Mr. Beaker was out harassing the other two brothers while Mrs. Beaker was at work, which left only Mr. Subject inside of the house. I watched him try to cook hotdogs, but he ended up setting the grill on fire that nearly killed all three of us (and you didn't do shit when it came to putting it out lol). It's a miracle we were able to live (the miracle is called ME bitch. Give me some damn credit). Either way, I hope the Beakers are better at cooking than he is.

The General told me fascinating information about the Beakers, such as the rumors of Mr. Subject being their living test subject that they perform harmful and illegal experiments on. Erin also told me about her parents being well-loved scientists and not approving of her becoming an oracle, so I suppose Mr. Beaker may be the same way considering he follows the path of his parents.

On an unrelated note, a lot of people tend to think I was the golden child among Chloe and I as some kind of justification for why Chloe is the way she is. The truth is, that was neither of us. Aunt Glabe raised us the best she could, what with our father abandoning us for his new family. We don't know much about them at all since he never visited or wrote us letters, but Aunt Glabe mentioned that he had four kids.

FOUR FUCKING KIDS.

I'd understand abandonment if he wanted to live the childless life, but this is just irrefutable proof that we were unwanted! And the worst part? I don't even know where that man's grave is. Even if I wanted to yell at him and crush his tombstone the way he crushed my aunt's well-being, I can't.

On the bright side, the odds of me ever encountering any of those four kids is pretty low. I imagine they're probably all scattered around the world, living their best life with help from our father. I'm not even sure what they look like. For all I know, I could've encountered one or two of them already. The odds of me somehow meeting all four is really low.

THE NEXT DAY

[lara-frasers]

wip wednesday

A belated post about one of my wips! @flyinghome-againstthewind tagged me yesterday.

It was late for me to be working, possibly quite past 7pm. This time, I was attempting to distract myself from painful thoughts by staying at the distillery and sampling new drinks. We'd have to decide on one for next year’s release. 

The dim light of my office was overcome by the much brighter light of the hallway. I turned in my chair to find Claire standing there, her face crumpled with worry.

“How did ye find me?”

“Oh, that’s how it goes? I have to find you?” She asked with a confident but soft voice. She sat on a wooden chair across from me, the large desk between us.

I couldn’t manage to do more than shrug. 

She sighed and kept talking. “It wasn’t difficult to figure out you were here, I couldn’t find you in any room of the house, or at the stables. This seemed the next possible place for you to hide with your thoughts.”

Her eyes left my face and traveled across the line of now empty glasses that covered the desk. 

“Do you think drinking your feelings is a good idea?”

“I’m trying out samples for the next product, Claire.” In truth, I sampled way more than necessary, but it was what I felt I needed.

“You know that’s not it. It’s late to be here too. This is not like you, Jamie.”

Damn her for trying and being so perceptive of my feelings…

“It’ll pass, dinna trouble yourself,” I said dismissively without meeting her eyes.

She stood up in a rush, with determination and not an ounce of tenderness in her movements.

“Just…how could I not trouble myself, hm?,” she punctuated each word. “I care about you, for Christ's sake! I-I love you, you…idiot,” she spoke through clenched teeth. 

She came around the desk, kneeled between my legs and fiercely took my hands in hers. “I notice when you’re not okay, and I did try to get close to you and you pushed me away, so I talked with your sister,” at this, my eyes shot up and I tried to pry information from her glass face.

“And?” My voice came out hoarse. I swallowed and cleared my throat.

No, she said with her face. “I need you to talk to me, Jamie,” her voice was much softer now and I was thankful for it. “I can’t do this, having to guess and consult your sister when things get difficult or weird. I need us to talk through things.”

Defeated, I leaned down, touching her head with mine. Our hands were still joined. After three deep breaths, I leaned back on my chair and brought up our hands, motioning her to move up from the floor and forward, sitting on my lap. This way I could hold her and with the weight of her warm, reassuring body pressing against me, I remembered. 

I remembered everything was easier and less painful with her by my side. I didn’t cry yet, but I sobbed into her neck. “Mo sorcha,” I whispered.

She drew back and held my face in her hands, I could see she was hurting and it was my fault. I turned a little and kissed the base of her thumb.

“She told you about Willie, aye?”

She nodded, her eyes still on mine, her hands didn’t leave my jaw.

“I’m sae sorry, truly sorry.” I was closer to crying now, not only my brother in my mind but Claire as well and the wrong I had done by not sharing my pain with her.

“Not you now. I am sorry, Jamie. Did something happen? You seemed okay last year.”

I took a deep breath and shut my eyes for a few seconds, steadying my thoughts. “I mostly do fine. As fine as one can, but some years it’s tougher.”

“She said so. Do you know what brought it on?” She ran her thumb over my stubble.

“I think so, aye. But I didn’t want to tell ye, because it’s… well, you.” Her brow furrowed in confusion, but she waited for me to go on. “It’s almost December, and that made me think of the holidays in my childhood with him–with the whole family, as whole as it once was. Then I felt bad for thinking so, because I feel verra whole now, wi’ you, and maybe whole meant something then, and a different thing now.” I paused and sniffled. “After all,” I moved one hand to rest it on her middle, “won’t we be whole too when we get what we’re looking for?” She gave me the kindest smile I could ask for and pecked my lips, very softly. “I’ve also been thinking about our future, quite a lot. And since Willie was very present already in my mind, I started… talking to him, strange enough. You see, I say a prayer for him often but I had never talked to him like that. Everything poured out of me, Claire,” and so did tears at that very moment, which reached her hands, “I started telling him about ye, and I—I couldna stop myself, telling him how lucky I am to love ye, and how gentle and sweet and strong ye are,” I had to stop and sob. 

“Jamie—” she said in a low voice filled with emotion. I couldn’t see clearly because of the pool of tears in my eyes, but it seemed like she was crying too. I grabbed her hands from my face and held them on my chest.

“I found a refuge wi’ him like that, a painful one, mind ye. So I started going on walks, talking to him, speaking about the family he never met—his niece and nephew—and I told him about how badly we wanted a child of our own. I swear it felt like he was truly listening.”

“That’s beautiful, Jamie.”

“Ye think so? D’ye no think me daft for it?”

“Of course not.” She kissed a tear on my cheek. “And I know it brings back the grief, but it allows you to have a connection with him, too. When I was little, for a time, I would fall asleep recounting the day’s events to my parents. I imagined they were very happy for me.”

“That’s verra sweet.”

I guided her head to rest on my chest and we stayed embraced like that for a while. Until she spoke softly against my shirt.

“Were you talking with him now? When I came here?”

“No,” I threaded my fingers through her hair. “I’m doing it less now, these past few days. It helped me to see I have more people I should be pouring my feelings to, so poor Ian is now dealing wi’ me,” I chuckled. “I’ve been speaking wi’ him about ye too,” I had plans that she was unaware of and they were making me very anxious and nervous. Ian was helping me. 

“Oh, have you?,” she teased. 

“Mhm,” I kissed her hair. “When ye came here I was just drinkin’.”

“I knew it.”

This belongs to the next chapter of Serendipity. It will soon come to an end and I’ll be very happy to keep working on my other (much cuter) wip.

I’m tagging @frasers-of-my-heart and @adsosfraser, and anyone who might want to take part in this, feel free to join next wednesday, or why not, be like me and make it wip thursday 

[jupiter-lemaris]

Touch Starving

I never post here, but I have been lurking at the whump community for a while and decided invite myself to this party. English isn’t my first language, so I suppose the narrative may sound a bit inorganic. Despite, I hope you enjoy the text and I’m all ears to suggestions or corrections, if you have any.

Work lenght: 1,489 (a bit long for my first attempt, but I don’t know how to start by the easier things, sorry)

The scenery is mainly a spaceship’s cell.

TW: Imprisonment, non-consensual drug use, torture for information, syringes, touch starvation and manhandling. Also, the whumpee is female and the whumper is male, in case it’s upsetting for someone.

Naymeene couldn’t fully understand the captain of Armígera.

The terrifier bellic spaceship of Logmery was more something out of a legend than a real warning for most of the people in the Superregion, but Naymeene knew two things: the ship was damn real, and it usually didn’t take prisoners or spare survivors. The only reason why she was still alive was because the captain wanted an information from her. It took her all the effort and pride she had only to keep those words from him.

But he wanted to hear something, and if she wasn’t willing to speak, he would make her scream.

Almost every day.

She had no way of tracking the time, being imprisoned in a cell with no windows to the outer world, so she used to think in his “visits” like a daily appointment. If someone have told her that two years passed outside, Naymeene wouldn’t believe. It seemed so much more. But time hadn’t make Logmery easier to understand. At the first day, he broke her leg in front of her crew. Naymeene hated the fear in their desperated screams, forced to watch her being tortured, but she could understand that. There was no inocent soul in the Starpath Army, a captain like her surely know more than a thing or two about coercion and interrogation. In that moment, she was glad for not telling any of her crew what Logmery wanted to know.

Sometimes loyalty isn’t trustworthy. Someone would’ve say it already, trying in vain to keep her safe.

Then Logmery took her away, left her alone. He would come with the syringes and venoms, somehow fascinated by the prospect of testing his substances. He was a chemister with few opportunities to see his creations in work.

But not everything he did was intended to be painful. And that she couldn’t understand.

She had already bargained by her crew’s libertation. Logmery still was a sick sadistic bastard, but, sometimes, all he wanted to do was talking to her. They used to talk a lot in the beginning. They played games. That’s something they had in common, two players with risky bets to each other. One truth for another, he would say when he was willing to answer Naymeene’s questions as a payment for her answering his as well. But those games were in the past since she had won her crew’s liberty. Now he just stayed there, sitting in her cell, kind of bored. Looking at her with his light, always cold eyes, even when his faint smile seemed sincere.

(When had she seen a sincere smile from him?)

She looked at him with an ill-contained distrust, waiting for something.

(There was always something, wasn’t there?)

But nothing never happened. He talked irrelevances. Naymeene wouldn’t say a thing or would just yell spitefull swearings. It was infuriating how he could stay there, just talking, as if they were friends. Was it some weird manipulation technique? Being unable to presume if his visits were just for a calm talk or for a torture session still would be the death of her. The antecipation, the fear…

She still didn’t answer anything besides of occasional life threats.

(A hundred times she swore to bury a knife in his neck.)

But, even against her own will, she was getting used to Logmery’s proximity.

Fear can be tiring, and she lacked the strenght to feed the constant distrust and hate from before. Instead of attentiveness, she could only rest and wait. She wasn’t even listening to his words, but learned to accept this moments as something good, or at least better then the alternatives.

One day he surprised her, injecting an incolor liquid in her veins.

“Done. It’s the only thing for today. I needed to test this sedative.”

Most of his inventions turned her body in her own enemy, making it vulnerable and weak. He wouldn’t let her sleep when she wanted, and when she didn’t, he wouldn’t let her wake up. But hardly ever he would indulge her with something to diminish pain. Her body was light as a feather now, the white cell seemed endless and Logmery’s voice was a distant echo. Naymeene felt his touch and couldn’t force herself to back off.

“Come here”,  he said, pulling her closer because even if she wanted, she could not obey. “I won’t hurt you today. I promise, Naymee.”

Naymee. Only one person called her that way, she always wondered why he imitated her. She always worried about what had happened with her. Had Logmery ripped it out from her lips with the same brutality dedicated to Naymeene’s interrogation? The mere thought was enough to send silent tears down her face, too exausted to hold them.

She would never leave that place, would she? Sometimes Naymeene almost forgot the reason why she was there.

Logmery passed her cuffled wrists upon his head, as if it were an embrace, and kept her closer with an arm behind her back. Naymeene couldn’t get away and wasn’t even sure if she wanted. There was a man she hated and despised, but the exaustion was such that she couldn’t think about escaping that cynic, disgusting hug. So she rested against his chest, the weight of the sedative threating shut her eyes.

“A truth for another?” Naymeene suggested, when those strange days became frequent. Her voice low and distant, but with her face almost buried in his shoulder, he was able to listen.

“What do you want to know?”

“Is this a scheme of yours?” It didn’t make sense. She wouldn’t start trusting on him just because in 2 years of imprisonment he spent 10 days at her side.

“Yes”, he said. “I’ll give this answer for free. I don’t have a yes or no question to you for now.”

As always, she was too debilitated to voice her anger. Later she could even feel a little betrayed, then she would repreend herself for this incoherent, stupid feeling.

“It’s not gonna work.”

“Shhh... Too early to know.” His voice was tranquilizing, or that’s how she heard it. It was an unusually dificult day. He caressed her hair. “You look tired, Naymee. You should sleep. It’s safe, I promisse.”

She hated waking up the other day (maybe?) and notice that she really had slept embracing the bastard. His eyes were shut, but he certainly wasn’t sleeping. Naymeene looked to her cuffles temptinly near his neck... Then a hand touched hers and he smiled. “Don’t try anything stupid.”

Naymeene hated him. But somehow learned that his presence was a steady event.

She wasn’t used to waking up in a furnished room, no cuffles and no Logmery nearby. The first moments were startling.

(Were was she?!)

The disorienting place made her heart race.

(Something is wrong. Something is wrong.)

“Naymee?” Irsa’s voice had nothing but pure worry, so why did it crawl over her skin with the intensity of electricity? (Someone called her like that, some sick bastard.) Irsa held her shoulders, trying to draw her attention. “Did you have a nightmare?”

(Was it still a nightmare if the scenes once were real?)

Slowly, Naymeene let go Irsa’s wrist, that she grabbed in a defensive reflex. Her hands were still trembling. Her back hurt, she didn’t lie in the bed because of her refuse to sleep. The weariness had won once again. Despite wanting to apologize for scaring Irsa, the only thing she could do was covering the eyes while her heart tried to normalize its rhythm.

Irsa sit by her side. (Too close... Too close...) The last thing Naymeene wanted. Irsa knew about the tortures. She was there in the first day, when Logmery broke Naymeene’s leg. But she didn’t knew about the moments of calm. For some reason Naymeene couldn’t understand, she felt ashamed. Even if she was drugged at those times, talking about it would be admitting a vulnerability she despised. She didn’t want Irsa (specially Irsa) to know she had been so weak to the point of taking comfort in the proximity of a maniac like Logmery.

Irsa asked naught. She just held Naymeene’s hand, but her voice betrayed the uneaseness when she said:

“You’re not there anymore, Naymee.”

“I think I’ll never get out of there…”

“Do you want to talk?”

“No, please... I’m ok, i’m just... tired…”

Irsa hadn’t left her alone since they were reunited. They didn’t know each other for too long (actually, it was for long. She missed years while imprisoned.), but she was grateful for the loyal company. Naymeene would go insane with each small noise if left alone in a room. (Not yet... Still too soon.)

As always, Irsa made her lie in the bed and stayed by her side. The lights turned off. Naymeene almost could relax. Then Irsa said omething that made her tense once again.

“You can sleep now, Naymee. You’re safe, I promise.”

That night, Naymeene stayed awake.

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#5

Pi Gasu Series Collection

vampire!jungkook, donor!reader, explicit smut, angst, death, vampire au, fantasy au. 18+ content minors dni 🔞 new banner created by the magnificent @jkshandsomegirlfriend - thank u!

Prologue

An introduction to Jungkook’s world

Divine Sinner

In which you encounter your first vampire, or five

Divine Sinner pt.2

Jungkook reconsiders your last conversation

Twin Roses Between Twin Thorns

You visit your family for the first time in a year

Memories That Last For Eternity

Jungkook needs you to donate, now

Damned If We Do, Dead If We Don’t

Donating blood for Jungkook is taking its toll on your body

The New World

You discover a shocking truth that leads you to Euphoria

One Of Me, Two Of Us

Jungkook doesn’t take your threat lightly and agrees to help

When Two Become One

Jungkook has been keeping a close eye on you since you learned about your lineage

1,977 notes - Posted June 23, 2022

#4

Her | First Love 

bestfriend!jungkook, tattooist!jungkook, F2L, angst, fluff, smut

Word Count - 7k

Jungkook has had it bad for you for a very long time. Warnings: swearing, mentions of puberty and sex, angst, unrequited love, high key very cute

MINISERIES COLLECTION

Jungkook has been madly in love with you for as long as he can remember, from the moment he laid eyes on you in preschool he knew you were the one. Ridiculous isn’t it? How someone can know something of that magnitude at three years old. But he swears blind to this day that he’s known it his whole life. You were both playing in the sandbox, building what you deemed to be magnificent castles when in reality they were nothing more than sad looking piles of sand and dirt. It was the way you shared your spade with him without hesitation, the way your eyes lit up when he’d finished his castle, the way you hugged him goodbye even though you’d known him less than four hours. That was it, that was the moment Jungkook swore to himself that he would marry you one day. You’ve been best friends ever since.

Y/N Jeon. He wishes.

At the ripe age of thirty and several failed relationships later, here you both are – still best friends, still single, still not married to each other. He scoffs, his tattoo client visibly tensing from the sound.

“Sorry, I wasn’t laughing at you.” He chuckles, shaking you from his mind like he’s managed to do every other day since preschool, “Sometimes I get lost in thought and zone out when I work… It’s weird, I dunno. I’m sorry.”

The woman whose ribcage he’s currently drawing on smiles at him, she’s around his age but judging by the silver band and modest diamond on her ring finger she’s just being friendly. “What were you thinking about?”

At this he pauses, underneath his face mask he’s grinning but he doesn’t know for sure if his client can tell, “My first love… actually my only love.”

“How long have you been together?”

“Hmm…” Jungkook contemplates lying to save face, but perhaps a late night therapy session with a stranger paying him is what he needs right now, “Actually we’re not together… She’s been my best friend since we were three.”

The woman’s jaw is on the ground, eyes blown wide, “What?! How does that even happen? Does she know that you love her?”

“She does, I told her last week on a camping trip.” He nods once, briefly changing the needle he’s using to a thicker kind for shading.

The woman laid in front of him has a point, how does something like this even happen?

“So I guess I should start from the beginning…”

-

At three years old Jungkook was behind on a lot of milestones, he wasn’t wholly non-verbal but he was shy around new people and preferred not to speak what little words he did know at that point. To say he was nervous about being away from his parents for the afternoon for his preschool tester day would’ve been an understatement. He wailed, he sobbed, he screamed, he pretended to be sick… He did everything in his power not to go. But he’s sure glad he did.

“Hi Jungkookie!” The teacher clapped excitedly upon his arrival, “It’s nice to meet you!”

Jungkook shifted awkwardly in place with teary eyes, his mom had just left the building and he remembers clear as day how he struggled to keep it together. After he hung his coat up he decided to venture into the outdoor playing area, he figured it was probably quieter there. As an extremely introverted child he was disappointed to see that someone else had the same idea as him already, a girl, sat in the sand pit wearing a pink dress with sunflowers on the skirt. She was the cutest thing he’d ever seen, her hair in pigtails and her smile brighter than the sun itself when her gaze landed on his small body in the doorway.

“What’s your name?” Even her voice was pretty when she spoke, Jungkook recalls the way that was the first time he’d ever experienced butterflies. “My name is Y/N… It’s okay if you don’t want to say yours. I don’t mind. Do you want to play with me?”

Kook nodded shyly, he made his way over to the sandpit and it wasn’t long before he was totally engrossed in helping you build your ‘princess castle’ if he remembers correctly that’s what you’d called it. Even though he was too nervous to speak you kept rambling about anything and everything a three year old would know about. The sun, the sky, the way sand doesn’t taste very nice and you recommended that he doesn’t put his sandwich down onto the dirt. No, you offered to hold his sandwich instead when he needed to stand up for a moment. You were his first friend, his only friend at that point. And he already loved you.

When the afternoon came to an end Jungkook remembers how disappointed he was to say goodbye, your dad had arrived in a big silver car which looked expensive for the time. He was impressed, he liked cars. Your excitement upon noticing your father waiting for you in the reception was undeniable, you practically squealed until you realised that meant it was time to say goodbye. Your soft features made a frown, you even looked cute when you were sad.

“That’s my daddy!” You pointed to the man you vaguely resembled who wore a suit that day, “I have to go… Will I see you tomorrow?”

But Jungkook was too afraid to speak.

“It’s okay.” You reassured him with a smile, your nose scrunched slightly before you spoke again which made him smile back, “I hope I see you again! I had fun! Bye!”

As you made your way over to the door with messy steps he found himself chasing after you, his little legs carrying his weight fast enough to easily run ahead of you.

“My name is Jungkook.” He pouted, “I had fun too.”

The next thing he can remember was being pulled into a hug, your tiny chubby arms wrapped round his middle as though it was second nature. You were warm and your hair smelled like coconuts. It didn’t last long but the memory of your grin when you waved goodbye is something that’s forever engraved into the walls of his brain – even now.

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2,162 notes - Posted June 21, 2022

#3

Stay With Me Series Collection *completed*

exhusband!jungkook, singledad!jungkook, unplanned pregnancy, EX2L, angst, fluff, smut

all chapters and drabbles will be uploaded in chronological order

Drabble 1 | Preview 

Forgotten Memories

Nostalgia

Hope pt.1

Hope pt.2

The Date

Secrets

Take Two

Nausea

Communication

Perfect

Seven pt.1

Seven pt.2

A Star In Your Sky | Finale

2,866 notes - Posted June 12, 2022

#2

Over The Odds Collection *completed*

ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook, smut, angst, fluff, S2L

All chapters & drabbles will be updated in chronological order (banner created by the multitalented @opaljm THANK U SM)

Teaser | 1.6k 

In which you first encounter billionaire Jungkook and his best friend Taehyung.

Terms and Conditions | 5k

Jungkook makes you an offer you’d be a fool to refuse 

The Contract | 4.k

Being different to his usual sugar baby, you convince Jungkook to make some changes to his contract

➳ Drabble 1 | Blank Cheque | 1.2k jk pov ➳ Drabble 2 | Best Friend | 1.4k jk pov

Publicity | 4.4k

You and Jungkook go on your first official date 

➳  Drabble 3 | Unrequited | 1.5k jk pov ➳  Drabble 4 | Regrets | 3k  

Do Your Worst | 6k

You and Jungkook go on a trip

➳ Drabble 5 | Best Friend pt.2 | 1.9k jk pov

The Confession | 5.5k

Jungkook reacts badly when you bump into your ex in the club

➳ Drabble 6 | Best Friend pt.3 | 1.6k jk pov  ➳ Drabble 7 | 134340 | 1.2k

파트너 | 6k

In which you meet Jungkook’s parents

➳  Drabble 8 | Fallout | 3k jk pov ➳  Drabble 9 | Outside | 1.4k ➳  Drabble 10 | The Argument | 1.4k

Between Us | 4.4k 

You drunkenly admit how you really feel about Jungkook to your best friend Jimin

➳  Drabble 11 | Weird | 2.3k ➳  Drabble 12 | Regrets Pt.2 | 2.5k ➳  Drabble 13 | Slow Down | 4k jk pov ➳  Drabble 14 | Ruthless | 1.8k jk pov

Celebration | 4.6k

Your family host a welcome home party for Ruth

➳  Drabble 15 | Relevance | 1.8k ➳  Drabble 16 | Best Friend pt.4 | 1.9k jkpov

The Pretender | 6k

The series of events that lead to the leak

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4,076 notes - Posted April 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

happy birthday loser; jjk x reader; 18+

summary: after three years of simping over your roommate, you give him one hell of a birthday celebration. idiots to lovers pwp oneshot. literally zero plot

warnings: explicit smut, mutual thirsting, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, squirting, loud filthy (unprotected) sex. wrap before u tap

a/n: happy birthday jungkook! this is my first oneshot in 4+ years so be gentle w me please, usually i prefer to write series but i wanted to challenge myself and ofc write something special for everybody's favourite maknae's birthday. enjoy!

word count: 8k

On Thursdays you cook burgers for dinner.

But today isn’t just a regular Thursday.

It’s your roommates birthday, his twenty-fifth to be exact, so when you ventured to the grocery store last night you were sure to pick up the ingredients for his favourite meal in preparation for tonight. Samgyeopsal.

Pork belly is his favourite meat, you’ve been subjected to many a conversation about how tasty he finds it, how it’s the right balance of protein and fat, how it goes with anything, how he likes to wrap the succulent meat in lettuce leaves before submerging it into sauce and shoving it into his mouth.

It’s his favourite food without a shadow of a doubt. And so you’ve taken it upon yourself to cook it for him on his birthday. He is your favourite person after all, without a shadow of a doubt.

Jungkook moved in with you three years ago, at a very dark time in your life when you were wallowing in your post-breakup blues. You initially met the triple threat of tall, dark and handsome Jungkook at an open mic night when he struck up a conversation with you at the local bar.

As if being gorgeous isn’t enough, he’s a very talented singer and guitarist too, he and his grungy rock band like to play at bars and clubs on weekends. When he’s not busy at his nine to five as a software engineer, where he’s due to be leaving any minute now.

The more you got to know him you quickly realised he’s somewhat of a loser. Not a loser in the sense of having no friends and nothing significantly interesting about him – not in the slightest. Jungkook is a loser in the sense that he’s extremely introverted, painfully so, and lacks social skills.

He prefers to stay home after a gig, he doesn’t care for parties or girls or even much alcohol. He loves the quiet life, spending most evenings glued to his laptop to play videogames or sat beside you on the sofa binging something on Netflix. When he's not running his expert fingers over the nooks and crannies of his guitar.

Truthfully you’ve been kind of infatuated with him for a while now, he’s just so endearing and rib-shatteringly hilarious without even trying. It’s hard not to fall for him. His smile is earth-shatteringly perfect, his touch more so. You are but a woman after all, and a woman has needs and desires just like everybody else.

Jungkook being what you both need and desire daily.

At the time you met him a relationship was the last thing on your mind. Him moving into your spare bedroom was just a way to make up the rent and bill money your ex-boyfriend used to pay. But now you’re three years single save for the very occasional one night stand and Jungkook has never looked more appealing.

Maybe it’s the way he helps you reach snacks on the highest shelf when your tiptoes fail you. Perhaps it has a little something to do with the sweet melodies that flow from his pierced lips, flooding the apartment whenever he showers. It could be the fact he likes to ‘air-dry’ and parades around the place wearing nothing but a damp towel after said showers. Or it might have something to do with the way the supple skin beneath his big brown doe-eyes crinkles when he smiles.

But maybe, maybe, it’s because he’s everything you never realised you were looking for – until it quite literally showed up on your doorstep and moved in.

Okay so maybe you’re down bad for your roommate, but who in their right mind wouldn’t be? If you had to pick one word to describe Jungkook it would be… Perfect, handsome, funny, sweet, sentimental, ripped, gorgeous, talented. Any of those work just fine, it would be an insult to simply pick just one.

One of the many perks about living with Jungkook is that you’re both organised messy people, sure there’s some clutter here and there throughout the apartment but you both know damn sure what junk is where. Your personalities match, you don’t make the rules, they just do. All your friends say it, as do his friends. You'd be a show-stopping couple for sure.

It’s just that well… The man is somewhat emotionally constipated, can’t smell what’s right under his nose no matter how many hints you’ve given. Like a nose-blind lion on the prowl, there's a willing zebra right here, but he hasn't seemed to notice.

Wearing low-cut shirts at dinner, skirts that are a little too short, always making sure your makeup is clean and dewy looking even when wearing sweats. The innocent flirting that’s nowhere near innocent on your end. You shower him with compliments on the daily, being sure you don't appear too indifferent or nonchalant about it. You mean every compliment you've ever given him.

You like him, but you didn’t realise how frustrating that would prove to be giving his obliviousness.

But that all ends tonight.

You’re wearing a simple black slip dress, the smooth fabric ending just below the curve of your ass and the straps are so dainty that he’s bound to notice your exposed cleavage. Maybe even the lace trim of your sheer bra too, complete with a matching thong of course.

It’s not uncommon for you to get dressed up randomly, even before Jungkook moved in, you’ve always liked making an effort and looking pretty. It makes you feel good, confident even. You even went as far as to shave today, ensuring you're extra smooth, yknow just in case.

It's been a whole eleven months since you invited a guy back here, and the outcome was less than satisfying. Much like all your sexual endeavours, he got his and all you got was the ick. You haven’t seen the guy since.

It’s been a hot minute since Jungkook invited a girl back here too, maybe even over a year now. The way your roommate likes to saunter around half-dressed with long, messy brunette hair and a wicked smile has always affected you, made your mouth dry and your panties damp. Truthfully you don’t understand how a guy like that is single, well maybe it's because he doesn’t appear to have a radar for women, but you’re grateful nonetheless.

Black helium balloons fill your lounge, the big ‘25’ being the most obvious. You’ve spent the day mentally preparing for this, you want to show him how much you appreciate everything he does for you and celebrate his birthday properly. From him always prepping extra breakfast in the mornings just to make sure you’ve eaten, to his inked fingertips giving you back massages when you’ve hit the gym a little too hard. He’s usually the one to cook dinner most nights, so tonight you want to return the favour with a smile.

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[cjbolan]

I HATE Mary P. in the 4th Emily Windsnap book . I used to admire her stubbornness and perseverance. But here it’s made her really bitchy to everyone: her daughter, her husband, her daughter’s school(though that’s completely justified), her friend, basically everyone she cares about, for all sorts of reasons. Literally all the characters walk on eggshells around her, because she's that difficult to reason and be honest with. And seeing how much Mary’s parents actually missed her, her going no-contact seems like a big overreaction...

I think to justify her refusal , we’d need to SEE Mary’s parents being awful to her — without Mr. Beeston’s intervention— and not just hear about it . Like how we saw Mandy’s parents being awful, to better understand Mandy’s awful attitude. Even worse Mary never learns or grows from her stubbornness. There’s no moment where she decides to change her behavior, no moment where she realizes she made a mistake. Everyone else seems to learn from their mistakes , except her.

In fact, Mary is rewarded for her stubborn attitude! By forcing Emily and friends to bring Mary’s parents to her.

Even after she’s told contacting her parents could save Shiprock, she STILL won’t do it. She’d rather let that entire town get blown to smithereens. She essentially said “LET THEM DIE 🧨 🧜‍♂️🧜‍♀️ 💀 ☠️ “

I get why she cut contact, but seriously Mary? You’ll let innocent people die just to avoid your parents? Damn gurl that’s cold. Also kinda weird we don’t see Mary apologize later for her stubbornness. That felt out-of-character to me. Yes she’s stubborn, but never too stubborn to apologize. Until now.

Yet somehow she forgives Mr. Beeston for doing far worse to her than what her parents did.

Oh and unlike the other characters, she did absolutely nothing to save Shiprock. Except hold hands in a group for a few seconds. I swear everything in this book was resolved by just holding hands 😆.

Also she's a lot more gullible than ever. Somehow she believes all of Emily's lies, and not once does she ever suspect Emily is hiding something. Again unlike the previous books. Where she's still gullible, but not stupid. Earlier she often realized something was off about Emily, and would come pretty close to discovering the truth.

Worst of all is her interactions with her daughter Emily. She's just suddenly much more impatient and snappy with her than usual. Mary P., this woman who...

hugged and comforted Emily when caught stealing their houseboat and driving it through dangerous waters, without ever acting angry.

comforted and gently assured Emily "I understand" when caught forging Mary P.'s signature to skip swim lessons at school.

calmly and gently asks Emily what's going on, right after Emily angrily yelled at her out of nowhere and accused her of keeping secrets about her dad.

would always try reasoning with her daughter first for at least several pages, only getting firm with her as an absolute last resort.

would always calm down to reassure and be gentler with Emily , IMMEDIATELY after the few times she was firm with her.

...is now snapping at Emily for interrupting a conversation and for bringing up uncomfortable topics.

All this makes her both a nuisance and possible threat to Shiprock.

If Liz Kessler wants me to hate Mary P. Windsnap, congratulations she succeeded. Thankfully Mary P. is much more bearable in the other books .

Also if the upcoming movies include all of Mary's scenes in Book 4, I hope they add a scene of her saying sorry for what a stupid bitch she's been.

(Serious note: For me this is the most emotionally heavy book in the series. Because so many bad things happen to Emily , immediately back to back. And after 3 books of the Windsnaps trying to stay together as a family, it’s honestly heartbreaking to see them all start butting heads with each other under the same roof. Mainly it’s Emily vs. her mom, and her mom vs. her dad,of course her mom vs. her grandparents, just realizing her mom is the one in every family conflict . Even when her dad tries defusing family tensions, he’s clearly showing some resentment. Honestly this is why I love this book’s ending so much. It’s just the emotional pickup I needed after so much misery in most of this story.)

[timingmatters]

honestly, i was so angry about how they handled everything regarding taylor kelly my beloved.

the show is full of copaganda and loves to ignore everything bad re police and athena. but since the very first time they introduced taylor in s2, they acted as if reporters and journalists are evil for simply standing by the truth and giving citizens correct information? taylor wanted to report that the 118 firefighters were dumb enough to eat something that a stranger baked for them and thus were high while on the clock. as a citizen of LA, i would be very invested in knowing if the people who are supposed to save me are drugged?? the show framed it as if the reputation of the 118 is more important that the safety of the LA citizens. what is it was a surgeon who got high and then went to operate on a patient????? what then?

athena herself told them that the police always throws away baked goods which they receive from people. they know about potential risks, meaning that the 118 station was showcasing a big case of naivety by eating those pot brownies. and still, taylor was framed some sort of devil for actually doing her job as she was supposed to lmao. it irked me that it was only pure plot convenience/plot armor that protected the others from real repercussions, too. nothing Bad™ or Serious™ happened during their calls that day, just so the audience can (a) giggle and (b) wave off any realistic concerns about drugged firefighters and (c) blindly accept the weird ass "journalism is bad" rhetoric. however, imagine if they actually lost lives that day because they were all too high to do their work properly. what then, huh? what then @ 911 writers? bobby and the others would have had to answer to the police in such a case, potentially facing real consequences, losing their jobs, etc.

the fact that they continued to frame taylor and journalism as bad just… really put me off. is that the hill that 911 wants to die on lol? as taylor said, what she thinks is most valuable is the truth (she practiced that principle with buck as well when she appreciated his honesty about him cheating and "trapping her" in the apartment). even if the truth can hurt, it's better than living a lie or never fully knowing what is or isn't true – she of all people knows that painfully well. this is why i haaated it when buck ended up breaking up with her because he could not accept that she will never stop fighting for the truth… that's such a major L imo.

she said she wanted to help others and keep them safe, and to her personally, knowing all the hard facts is helpful. and she is right!! having all the necessary information allows people to make decisions and stay safe – Covid and other diseases? natural disasters? traffic reports? muderer with a gun on the loose? we have newspapers and radios and tv news for a damn reason! to make things worse, buck lived in the shadow of his dead brother, and he suffered all his life because he did not know the truth about daniel, and his parents, and why they are how they are!! their (buck's and taylor's) approach to help others may be different, yes, but i think that was so compelling about them ngl. we know that buck is curious and enjoys playing detective (with taylor and in general), we know that he's been lied to all his life and suffered for it, we know he felt very guilty that he did not know that doug abused maddie (another big secret), we know buck is about not-pretending and being honest. in many ways, no matter if romantic or platonic, i think they had a very interesting foundation based on their respective background stories. that is why making taylor look like the bad person because she chose her integrity as a journalist and decided to share facts with the public leaves such a bad taste in my mouth. the citizens of LA that heard the news from her were probably very glad to be informed about some dangerous guy who killed people?! killing journalism only ever benefits people in powerful positions who try to hide shit just to look better or to avoid reasonable discourse in the public eye...

idk. sorry this got so long lmao! feel free to ignore, i just felt like ranting and your post about taylor inspired me. i love taylor kelly, and i love journalists who oftentimes risk their lives when they reveal and speak up against wrongdoings of powerful people. if buck cannot appreciate taylor kelly, i will ♥

idk. sorry this got so long lmao! feel free to ignore, i just felt like ranting and your post about taylor inspired me. i love taylor kelly, and i love journalists who oftentimes risk their lives when they reveal and speak up against wrongdoings of powerful people. if buck cannot appreciate taylor kelly, i will

I agree with you a lot!!! Although i dont think the show depics taylor or journalism as bad. I think it just depicts that Buck dislikes it. While I agree with everything you said, i also think that there is inherently a conflict of interests. Bucks’s job to is make people are safe first, and then have people deal with the emergency before deciding how they would want it to be made public. That’s 100% fair and valid. Taylor’s job is the opposite. Which is also fair and valid. I dont think the show portrays them (journalists) as bad. Just inconvenient and kinda annoying when they get in the way of them working (which happens irl!! And is a valid sentiment!!). I also agree things could have been worst if the 118 had been called to something more dangerous when they were high, but i dont think taylor was the bad guy. It was just portrayed that it wasn’t something that buck was looking for in terms of relationships. Which is fair!!! He wanted privacy and she can’t afford to give him privacy on all his stories when his job involves the public. He is not a bad guy for wanting that to be handled internally, and she is not a bad guy for wanting to expose such error. (And hey, the department did deal with that, asked them questions, and eventually found the person in charge. And since the beginning of their trip they were recognized and even handcuffed so they couldn’t hurt anyone, they did not actually get involved with emergencies when they were drugged. They were stopped).

My issue was not how the writing overall did taylor or their relationship. I think it was the ending I didn’t like. If Taylor, like when the drugs story happened, had stood her ground and THEN buck had broken up, i would have been completely fine with it. They were never gonna work, she was sure on who she was in regards to what is public information, and Buck realized that didn’t work for what he was looking for in someone. I think thats fine. He needs someone to understand sometimes the stories in his life need to be digested before talked about, and dating a journalist was not it. Both had a point and both deserved to go, and like a previous anon said, he needed to be the one to let go first for his arc. All fair. What pissed me off was that she was WILLING to change (which she didn’t have to) and willing to set new boundaries to appease him. And he still walked away. Which makes it go from “we dont work together and buck made the first step to let go” to “she loves him and is willing to keep changing herself to make it work whereas he has had a foot out the door since the beginning”. Their last fight was my issue. Because making her stand down just to be let go regardless felt very shitty to me. Just overall a shitty ending to her, where the ending could have given her more grace by making her not back down.

Listen i do love 911. All shows like this are copaganda, however i think is arguably to say not so much here. 911 is about firefighters and emergency responders first and foremost. A firefighter is NOT the same as a cop. Actually, multiple characters (like Buck) dont really like cops lmao. And they have showed multiple dirty cops. The show has made sure to note how is not one bad cop, but how the system is failed (like athena knowing those who almost shot her family were barely gonna be punished). The only time i have thought the copaganda was a little too much was the storyline of finding Emmett’s killer (because the guy arguably did more for the people than a cop ever could, and he wasn’t a danger to society anymore. Athena knew that, putting that guy in jail was purely for revenge which is icky. And he helped kids in need). The rest i think is fair to say that most of the time we don’t deal with cops in the show lmao Athena is usually there to help in the emergencies too. Let me be clear when i say there is levels of copaganda, but is not what the show is overall. Firefighters surely do deserve the love. And hey! I think is nuanced and well that the one cop on the show is a black woman (the community most negatively affected by cops) who became one BECAUSE cops didn’t do right by her people (like ignoring a black girl who disappeared when she was a child). The answer maybe is not to join the corrupted system, but multiple people have the mindset of “join them to change the system from within”. So its interesting that the only cop pov we have comes from that, not a blindly romanticization of cops. And i also give kudos that they never “corrected” May disliking cops. They said “she has many valid points” and respected it. Let’s give a little more credit to the show here on that front!!!!

I have made so many posts now but i really dont hate the writers for what they did with taylor, just how they ended it. Most of my posts have been me annoyed by the audience response to her character too more than the show itself lmao. Overall i did agree taylor and buck had to break up. I just hated how it happened bc it was disrespectful to what her character had been until then.

[sukibenders]

this is why Kate fans don’t like you, reblogging posts like “Kate ruined edwinas life” (no she didn’t), from those two Edwina stans who talk shit about Kate and Simone all the time for over two years, trash behaviour from a trash fandom, the three of you are repulsive

I've followed the two accounts that you probably are, rudely (like come on, have some couth) talking about, and I've seen nothing bad about Simone because, newsflash, they understand there's a difference between the actor and the character. While I'm not saying some Edwina stans don't shade Simone, I haven't seen any of that from those I associate with and I damn sure haven't been one of them (unless some of you carry the mindset that by supporting Charithra, who also received a lot of hate similar to Simone added with the fact that some toxic Bridgerton (specifically Kate or Kathony) fans are still in her mentions or just general conversations about her, as dissing Simone. To which, if that's what you believe, because apparently some do, then I'm sorry you can't allow yourself to defend more than one person at once). And Bridgerton does talk about how precious a reputation is, especially for women, so why would it be far-fetched to believe that Edwina, who was supposed to marry a well-known Viscount from a well-known family, who ran away abruptly during their wedding and then after, would face some social repercussions? Especially with how gossiping the Ton is (which literally happens right after her failed wedding and the episodes following). I give Kate way more grace than Anthony (because he was the man in the situation and held a lot of power, he should've known better), but it's very weird some choices that she makes that, ultimately, would have placed her sister in a loveless marriage, a marriage to someone who had feelings for her sister. Even if Kate wasn't sure about her own feelings and thought that they might fade away, there still was a necessity to be honest with Edwina about THAT in particular. And, no, Kate just telling Edwina that Anthony isn't right for her and little else does nothing, especially when Anthony himself continues to discredit her words and embarrass her. Do I feel like Edwina could have asked why exactly Kate felt that way? Yeah, definitely, but I also think it would've helped in the long run had she just told Edwina the complete truth, no matter how messy it was. Or do you think continuing to keep the secret was good, even if it almost meant Kate had to watch the love of her life marry someone else and move away as a result? Like, you think criticizing that is wrong?

Also, what really tickles me is the fact that, if you find conversations about this topic old (even though remnants of it were brought back in s3, unless you missed something, unsurprisingly) and find the fandom trash, why are you here then? Like, for real, why are you in this fandom and/or on my page? Returning back to the latter, even with you stalking my page, kind of sad, you would have seen more post defending and speaking up for Simone (some my own), post calling out the racist and disrespectful behavior in the fandom toward poc actors and characters, including Kate and Simone, and you would have seen post about Kate that included excitement over her character and many other things. But because you lack the comprehension of the idea that you can critique some of the actions of a character while still enjoying them, you missed all of that. Due to the fact that you preferred to stalk and send annoying anon rather than just staying away because you can't stand the fact that people like Edwina, you missed all that. You, anon, missed that and that's supposed to be my problem? No, I think I'm good. Maybe if you weren't so high and mighty, using anon to talk shit about actual people on this app and came to talk one on one, we could've had an actual conversation whether we disagreed or not. But then that also might have given me the ability to block you, which I don't think you wanted. To each their own.