#okay it could just be like as long as he has enough money. BUT. 50 taels exactly is SUCH a precise amount of money
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zishuge · 6 months ago
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guys what the fuck. I just noticed this random throwaway line from episode 14 that i've literally never paid any attention to before. like this is something li lianhua has done so consistently through the years that he is famous for it and EVERYBODY knows this? as long as he has 50 taels of silver, he doesn't care to earn any more? .... you mean... like... ......as long as he has enough money to get the sigu sect leader token back from the pawn shop where he pawned it 10 years ago?
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you mean to tell me that in all those years, he didn't care about going hungry, he didn't care about being penniless, but no matter what else happened, under any circumstance he needed to have at least 50 taels of silver on him? for 10 years? just in case he needed to go get his token? what the fuck li lianhua. it's been a full damn year, stop hurting my feelings like this
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cravinganotherworld · 8 days ago
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Amorous Chapter 4 - Frontman x Fem! Reader (Squid Games)
WARNINGS: Mentions of death, very very slight smut implications, anxiety, mention of guns.
Wordcount: 1.1k
Notes: If anybody would like any In-Ho/Frontman requests doing please drop me a message, i would love to write more for him!
See other chapters below:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2, Part 1
Chapter 2, Part 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 5
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After the game naturally everyone was exhausted, the lack of food and the inability to sleep had gotten to you all. You sat on the steps with the ‘X’ group with Young Il at your side, your bodies so close you could feel his heat and listened to them talk about the events to come.
“They have 12 more on their side” Dae-Ho speaks out loud “It’s going to be hard for us to win the next vote” Young Il Stands and replies,
“That may sound like a lot…but if 6 of them change their minds it’ll be 50/50, and if somehow we can get seven…we might even win”
“But a few of the ‘X’s could also change their minds and switch now” Dae-ho responds, fear settling in.
“If they voted ‘X’ last time I’m sure they won’t change their minds”
“Why’s that?” you question, Young Il turns to look at you.
“Before when they voted to leave they were happy to do so with less money, it wouldn’t make sense for them to put their lives at risk by playing another game” you nod in understanding and he turns back towards the rest of the group.
“Maybe we should try speaking to the ‘O’s and get them to change their minds?” you suggest
“No!” Young Il quickly turns back towards you with worry in his voice “Most of those guys are going to want to keep going until the last game…no matter the cost…if we try something they won’t just sit by and let it happen”
“Then what do you suggest we do?” Gi-Hun questions, his voice raising slightly as anger takes over. Young Il walks closer to him, now speaking in hushed tones.
“If we do something now things could get violent! Do you really want that to happen?” You hear Young Il speak.
“I think he’s right Gi-Hun, I’m scared…and if anyone else feels that way then surely they’ll vote to leave…I’ve calculated the total to be over 300 Million, that’s enough to help people” Dae-Ho interjects. Before Gi-Hun could response a loud buzz echoes through the dormitory causing you to jump slightly. Through the doors the pink guards came holding their guns close to their bodies, a shiver runs down your spine as you recall the sound of people getting shot a few hours ago.
“Congratulations, you have made it through yet another game in the series, now if I may have your attention I will now announce the results of the third game” The room darkens and money begins to fall into the piggy bank hanging from the ceiling. You take a deep breath and stand looking as it all fell in. “We will once again conduct a vote in reverse order from highest to lowest, player 456 please cast your vote” Gi-Hun takes a deep breath and walks towards the podium, of course pressing ‘X’. The more people that vote the more you find your heart sinking. As your turn arrived and you walk down the centre you find yourself playing with your jacket sleeve, anxiety overcoming you. Arriving at the podium you press ‘X’ and walk over to stand by Gi-Hun. Quick enough the players went down, and small cheers of victory could be heard through the ‘X’s.
“Holy shit, 3 more to go we only need 3 more!” Dae-Ho whispered in celebration towards Gi-Hun causing a smile to grace his face. Looking up at the scoreboard you see that the ‘O’s were now in the lead but only by 1…
“And finally player 001, please cast your vote” You watch as Young Il makes his way down the centre towards the podium and press ‘X’. Shit…a draw. He walks over to you smiling.
“Voting has now concluded”
“Okay so we’ve reached a tie, now what?” Player 100 shouts out, clearly annoyed.
“Clause 3 of the consent form: Should the initial vote result in a tie, the players will vote again”
“How long do we get before the next vote?” “To ensure you have time to carefully consider your options, the second vote will be conducted tomorrow, until then please take this this time to carefully think about your future” The guards confirmed. They began to wheel the podium away and all players around you returned to their groups, yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to move, you stand there looking up at the scoreboard with fear running through every vein in your body.
“Hey you okay?” You jump as you hear Young Ils voice behind you. You turn your head to the side to look at him and offer him a small smile.
“Yeah I just…I guess I expected more people to want to leave” you whisper sadly.
“We get a second chance tomorrow remember…maybe some will change their minds after thinking about it overnight” he comforts you by placing his hand on your shoulder.
“Yeah I guess…I just hope no one else dies before then” You turn to face him and catch a small smile on his face.
“C’mon its nearly time for lights out” He wraps his arm around your shoulder and you both walk across to the steps, taking your seat awaiting both food and lights out.
“You want some of mine?” Dae-Ho asks, his mouth full as you sit and play with your food. You laugh lightly and shake your head.
“No Thank you”
“It’s good right?” Jun-Hee says giggling at Dae-Ho as he scoffs his food down quickly.
“Mhm” You laugh lightly again as you feel a small nudge on your shoulder. Turning your head you see Young Il looking at you concerned.
“Are you okay? Why aren’t you eating?”
“I’m just not hungry I guess…seeing so many people die today has put me off my food” you confess looking into his eyes. He exhales lightly before nodding his head.
“I understand…but you need to keep your strength up. Can’t win if you’re weak now can you?” he offers a small smile to show he is joking with you and you roll your eyes at him. You turn back to your food trying to force yourself to eat something when you feel his breath on your ear.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me sweetheart” Your breath hitches in your throat and butterflies erupt in your stomach. Instinctively you press your thighs together, his strict tone sent shivers through your body…a feeling you had recently grown to like. Young Il noticed the way you clenched your thighs together and smirked, he was slowly learning things about you that would be very useful in future. The only thing he didn’t know was how hard you’d fallen for him and how hard he had fallen for you. These games weren’t supposed to be like this, he was supposed to come in and get close to player 456…not fall for you. You who had ruined all of his plans…you who had taken his heart without realising…you who he knew he would have to choose between.
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presleyslilbaby · 2 months ago
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~Telephone, Part 1~
(50’s!Elvis X Reader)
Reader feels lonely after Elvis is drafted, and has to find ways to keep herself occupied. But then she receives a phone call.
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Y/n wasn’t in the best place in her life. Elvis, her beloved Boyfriend, had been recently drafted, sent out to Germany to work in tanks and to do his part in the Military. It was tough on her. She missed him dearly, missed the way he would hold her, kiss her tenderly, missed how he would whisper sweet praises and tell her how much he loved her. It had only been a month, but it still hurt nonetheless.
She couldn’t exactly go to visit him. Money was tight, and her Parents would certainly worry over her if she went outside of the States, so she was stuck at home, wishing for his return to her side. Y/n wrote letters - Beautiful letters brimming with all the love and affection she’d harboured for that Man. She hoped he liked them. Did Elvis have time to write back? How long exactly did the letters take to go between Countries? She wanted to know, but she was too scared to check, worried that he’d received the letters but simply hadn’t wrote back.
No. That was such a silly thought. He loved her to bits and pieces. He would never not reply, even if he was busy. He always made time for her.
Shaking her head, Y/n dispelled the anxious thoughts from her mind, gripping the quill in hand, dipping it into the ink. She’d been trying her hand at calligraphy, but she wasn’t very good at it. But the memory of his last letter brought a smile to her face. Elvis had called her calligraphy a ‘beautiful mess’, insisting that while yes, it was certainly messy, it was also very beautiful. Especially considering the words that she’d written to him. It gave Y/n enough confidence to keep practicing. Her hand began to move again, carefully scraping the paper with attempted ease, the ink seeping into the thin sheet.
‘Dear Elvis, I’ve missed you. I know I keep saying that, but it’s true. I’ve missed you so much. Is it selfish of me to want you back home? I wish I could hol’
The telephone began to ring suddenly, cutting short Y/n’s written sentence. She looks up, setting the quill aside as she reached for the handset, hesitating. Could it be him…? Did he even have the time to make calls…? She picks it up, slowly bringing it to her ear. “Hello…?” She speaks into the receiver.
“Hey, Darlin’.”
A wide grin spreads across her face as she hears that familiar Southern drawl, almost jumping up from her chair. “Elvis..! I’ve missed you so much..!” “I know. You tell me in every letter.” He chuckled softly. “I’ve missed you too, Angel. How’ve you been holdin’ up at home?” “I’ve been…A little lonely…But I’m doing okay. What about you? Are you doing okay over there?” Y/n worries, chewing her lower lip anxiously. “I’m okay, Honey. Promise. Just had my hands tied up for a while. Sorry I didn’t have time to respond to your last few letters.” Elvis replies, knowing she was probably anxious to know. He could hear it in her tone, after all. “No, no, don’t apologise! I understand, El. Completely.” She assures him, making hand gestures despite the fact he wouldn’t be able to see.
He hums, the sound comforting and warm, soothing her anxieties. “As much as I like your letters, Y/n, I’d much rather hear this pretty voice o’ yours. Miss you talkin’ me to sleep.” He admitted to her, allowing himself to be vulnerable with her like he usually would. “I’ve missed talking to you too…I’ve missed everything…” Y/n whispers, her e/c eyes stinging with the threat of tears, her face flushing with the anticipation of them. “Aww, Baby…I’ve missed it all too. I wanna see you again, but right now, a phone call and an infinite amount of letters is more than enough for me.” “I don’t write you that much..” She chuckles breathily, sniffling a little as she wipes her tears away. “Mm. Honestly wouldn’t mind if you did. I love hearing all about your day, Honey. Don’t cry, Y/n…” She couldn’t help but choke on a soft cry, her throat tightening with emotion. “I-I can’t help it…” She weakly replied, trying desperately to wipe her tears away with her sleeve. “I know…Shhh…I’m here on the phone with you, okay? Don’t cry, Baby…”
Even with Elvis’s soft words of comfort, Y/n simply couldn’t help the sob that escaped her lips, her heart yearning for him, to be in his arms once more. It wasn’t possible right now, and she knew that. “Shhh, Y/n…I’m here, it’s okay…” He cooed into the phone, softly starting to sing in hopes to put her at ease. The singing helped her to calm down, if only a little. She was still crying, though not as hard as she was. It just hurt to be away from him. “Feel better?” Elvis asked after a moment or two of silence. “A little…” Y/n murmured in reply. “…Thank you, Elvis…” “Hey,” He started. “That’s what ‘m here for. To take care of you. You’re my li’l Sweetheart, my Girl.” That made her smile, drying her tears for the final time. “I know…I’m yours…” “And mine alone. Don’t you forget it, Baby.” Elvis added softly, though with a hint of possessiveness.
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acotarmemes · 7 months ago
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For the charity streamer! Azris au: here’s 50 tier 3 gifted subs: drop the wedding Pinterest board pookie
THIS WAS SUCH A GOOD PROMPT!! Okay, okay, I did make a meme, but I was also super inspired so I also wrote a one shot type thing for this scene???? idk idk i hope you like it because this is how much I enjoyed your suggestion!!!
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an azriel x eris Twitter AU oneshot
Read below the cut!
That's a… lot.
Azriel stares at the screen to his right, calculating the amount. Fifty tier three subs gifted is over a thousand dollars. A thousand dollars gifted to him in one shot. It's not the amount that surprises him, having spent his life on the peripherals of bottomless wealth, but rather the request.
'Drop the wedding pinterest board, pookie.'
It could be a prank. It's not above Rhysand or Feyre to tease him gently like this, but they wouldn't do it this way. Money comes with obligation and Azriel must rise to the occasion. Somehow.
He worries at his lower lip as his gaze flickers to the 'five minutes break' screen up on his stream. The timing happened to be perfect—he's not slick enough to use a break to escape his streaming duties.
Azriel pulls out his phone and makes several pleas for help, only one of which sees the light of day: Back soon?
The question is gentle, innocuous and it leaves room to… not being replied. He would like an answer now, but he doesn't like to rush. He doesn't like to push. While he's at it, he doesn't like to be percieved… at all.
Panic gets the best of him and he adds a single '!'.
That earns him an immediate phone call.
"What's wrong?"
The effect is immediate. A sweeping calm washes over him as Eris' cool tone comes through over the familiar background sounds of the local market—Azriel loves the food stalls there. Eris never makes him ask for help; he just knows. He is the one who observes the shadows, and hears the wordless secrets buried within them.
"Um," he says softly, finding the words to be succinct in his request for help. "Someone gifted over a thousand dollars."
"And?"
Anyone else would accuse Eris of disinterest, but he uses that one word to cut straight to the point. Their entire stream was to raise money for Azriel's hometown. What's wrong with measly thousand dollars?
"Is that not enough? I told you I'd match everything you earned today and double it if it's not to your liking."
"No, it's not that. It's…" Azriel holds his breath, as if he can bottle up how silly he feels about being worried. "The donor wants me to 'drop the wedding pinterest board, pookie'."
"That's it?"
"Yeah…"
"I'll text you the link."
Azriel stops. It takes his brain several moments to process the solution offered. "What link?"
"To the pinterest board."
"What pinterest board?"
"Our wedding pinterest board."
"Our… what?"
Eris' laugh is palpable down the line, low and smooth like velvet. It had taken Azriel a while to get used to it, how he always sounds like he's teasing him, but that's just how he is—warmth bottled up in a single sound. He could wrap himself up in the soothing tones of his voice, but that's neither here nor there.
"Our. Wedding. Pinterest."
"I don't—what?"
This time, Eris opts to give Azriel a moment to work it out on his own. He pays for the food and starts walking back towards Azriel's. The sound of him eating can be faintly heard down the line.
"Why do we have a wedding pinterest?"
"Why wouldn't we?"
"Are we… Are you? I don't understand."
"You don't understand or you don't want to understand, love?"
"But we're—I'm—"
"We're what, dear?"
They've had this conversation before, a long time ago. Eris is the firstborn son of a High Lord and Azriel was… a mistake. His words, not Eris'. Azriel has lived under the kindness of others, yearning to repay debts that are priceless. He will never forget the generosity of Rhysand's mother for taking him in, and the brilliance of Rhysand's mind to find use for him in his Court. Cassian has a gift for befriending others, and yet he continues to include him. The list is endless. So, the idea of marriage to someone so far beyond his station is—
It's—
"I'm not proposing to you, Az. But I will, one day. You have time to think about how you'll say yes. I expect you to get it right the first time. I won't ask until you're ready, so relax." The smile comes through in Eris' voice. "Drop the pinterest link and let the peasants fawn over the dreams we'll make come true. No need to thank me, I'll be back in ten. You can even wait until I'm back. I'll answer all the questions. Love you."
Eris hangs up, but not without giving him a big 'mwah' through the phone. Azriel sits there, stunned with a deep flush upon his ochre skin.
He wants to marry me?
Azriel most definitely goes over the five minutes.
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an-au-blog · 1 year ago
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Kissing booth but its zosan
I'll just assume you're not talking about the movie, (if I'm wrong, correct me, I can work with that too... i think) to which I will say: yes. I agree.
I mean listen -
Vivi started a fundraiser for charity and she decided that it'd be fun if they made it in a more festive manner. To which Sanji is happy to help because, how could he say no to a beautiful lady in need? Zoro on the other hand did not want to go but Nami blackmailed him into doing this "eentsy weetsy" favor for her girlfriend. (He still owes her money.)
Luffy, Zoro and Franky help with carrying the heavy things. Usopp and Franky do the lights and music set-up. Sanji does cooks the food and the rest help with decorations and setting up different attractions.
Once the event began, they put Franky and Robin in the haunted house, Book has a performance, Luffy is let to run around because he can't stay in one place and so on everyone is at attractions. Sanji thought he was going to be at the food stands, but then Nami drags him aside to an empty standalone booth. What was even more confusing was that Zoro also had one right next to his.
Nami as if talking to toddlers: You guys are gonna be on kissing booth duty, isn't that exciting?!
Zoro: Wtf? No, I'm not doing that.
Nami, taking out her phone: Let's see, January - 50, February - 25, Match... wow 140 that's a lot, huh? Anyways, April -
Zoro: Okay, okay I get it.
Zoro got a line of beautiful girls, some young some old, but his attitude is the same for all of them. Irritation with slight boredom. Sanji on the other hand, had only a handful of women. Most were Okamas and his line was still twice smaller than Zoro's.
Sanji agrees because he would live to kiss pretty ladies. He doesn't need convincing, but Nami throws in a "I'm putting the two most handsome boys on these stands after all" just to ensure Sanji stays.
She also ended up giving them a quota to fulfill.
In their "hygiene break", Sanji grabs him by the collar and gets real close to his face.
Sanji: You think you're all that just because you got more ladies? Huh?
Zoro smiling for the first time since the festival started: Are you jealous of them, cook? Of you want a kiss, you gotta pay me first.
Sanji becomes furious and starts shouting at him but then a lady from the ones waiting speaks up.
Woman: Um, actually, I'd pay to see you two kiss.
Sanji: ...
Sanji: Pardon? Je ne comprends pas. ("I don't understand" in french)
Zoro looks at the woman: You have the money?
Woman: Yes.
And she put the money in the slot.
Zoro smiles again and shrugs: Welp, money's money. Works for me.
He grabs Sanji by the back of the neck and plants a kiss on his lips. It was short and as if out of spite. Not in a bad way. Im fact Sanji was surprised how much "not in a bad way" it was. His lips were soft and soaked in long overdue passion. He couldn't dare say it was in a good way though, he still had some pride to admit it.
Still, he was frozen in place.
Another "client" raised their hand in the air holding money: I want the same thing, please!
Zoro nodded and kissed Sanji again, ironically enough it broke Sanji's trance-like state. He was a bit too aware of everyone's eyes on them.
Zoro, amused and absolutely sure Sanji wouldn't do it, tilts his head in the person's depreciation, he laughed: You heard the clients, so what ya gonna do love cook?
A third person from the back, throwing in three times the price: I'll pay triple for Sanji to kiss him.
Sanji furrows his brow, takes a deep breath and pulls Zoro into a deep and passionate kiss that caught everyone off guard. Once he pulled away, they were both out breath and everyone was watching them wordlessly.
After a long moment of Sanji's determined eyes looking into Zoro's pleasantly shocked ones, the cook looked back at the people and announced: That's the last show your getting from us. Booths are open again.
After that, until the end of the night qt least eight more people asked if they could make them kiss each other again, but they said "no".
Afterwards Zoro was pulled aside before they could go to the others. He got pinned to the wall, Sanji's hands leaning on either side of his head. They were sharing air, almost like when they were fighting but if felt so much more intimate this time for some reason.
Sanji: Stop me if you don't like what I'm about to do.
After which Sanji kissed Zoro again. Not being watched must have been a factor, because if Zoro guessed by his movements and kisses, Sanji was no longer holding back on him.
Zoro never stopped him.
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starlightshadowsworld · 9 months ago
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The Wary Weretiger
Tw for starvation and food insecurity
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Atsushi often forgets to eat.
He's never had what people would consider a normal or regular meal routine. The Orphanage essentially fed him when they could bothered.
And with holding food from him was there main way of punishing him and keeping him in line.
Atsushi's used to not eating or not eating a lot for quite a long time.
He may have left the Orphanage behind when he ran off but considering he's a homeless teenager in Yokohama.
That hasn't really changed even when Atsushi did manage to get a job.
It's something the Agency are quite aware off. It doesn't take a Yosano or a Ranpo to see that Atsushi doesn't eat enough for someone his age.
But they can't just offer him food, because Atsushi will reject it.
He's quite a prideful little guy and he's also not used to people wanting to help him. He's very untrusting, he'll probably think any food he's offered is poision.
Which, in his defence that's happened before.
So they have to be subtle about it.
They've ordered food when they know he'll show up to visit Kenji and Kyouka. And sometimes Atsushi will stay and grab a bite with them.
Though he never takes much and insists on paying it back. And he does, no matter how long it takes him to get the money.
Kunikida has told him he doesn't need to pay him back for the chazuke he ate when he met him and Dazai. But Atsushi's nothing but stubborn and persistent.
Kid pulled out a calculator and everything. If there's one thing Atsushi never wants to be it's in debt to someone else.
One of the few useful lessons from the Orphanage.
They Agency have managed to sneak snacks into his rucksack. But it's a toss up if he'll actually take em. Atsushi has left and the snacks will be out on the table.
He works for a Port Mafia front organisation, a small cafe and the owners sometimes will insist he takes the leftovers.
Which Atsushi usually accepts, not wanting good food to go to waste. Though he won't eat it himself, usually he'll split it with Kyouka and Ranpo. But they only accept if he eats with them.
Atsushi is more likely to eat if others are too. He'll nibble on a cupcake if Dazai's also poking at one.
Kenji can usually offer Atsushi a meal his families cooked and Atsushi will eat it with him.
Though Atsushi always ends up with leftovers from Kenji no matter what that he'll promise to take back with them.
Whether they get eaten or not is 50/50 there's been times Atsushi's just bought it back but Kenji just smiles and puts it away in the Agencies fridge for later.
Weirdly enough the only one who can straight up hand Atsushi food that he'll absolutely eat, is Akutagawa.
They have a werid friendship that involves Akutugawa conversing (read: ranting) to Atsushi who will listen and say his piece.
And in exchange for hearing his woes, Akutugawa will give Atsushi a piece of fruit.
If he's in a good mood he'll even cut and peel it for him. Neither of them really know how they got here but here they are.
And everytime Akutugawa hands, or throws Atsushi a piece of fruit, Atsushi will eat it.
Somehow he knows that despite having tried to hunt him down, Akutugawa won't tamper with it.
That this food is safe and that's it's okay too eat.
And well if Akutugawa realises this is another thing he and Atsushi have in common and ensures he's had something to eat that day.
That's for him to know.
While he might wish to give Atsushi a more substantial meal, Akutugawa knows that Atsushi is comfortable with this.
He knows him well enough that anything more and Atsushi might refuse it all together.
And no one wants that.
Atsushi will also take a snack and sweet from Ranpo but that's cos Ranpo just knows when Atsushi will accept it, which isn't a lot but it's still a thing.
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tideswept · 5 months ago
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Obikin pretty woman au 😏😏😏😏
anon, this has been in my inbox for ages. just. torturing me. tempting me. winking lasciviously at me.
and I have to ask myself every time I come across it, do I really want to write another prostitute!Anakin AU? Does it have to be Anakin? And in my heart of hearts, I know that the answer is yes, and I should accept it. Because damn, could he pull off the outfits.
but I dunno. I'm weird? I like to do weird things? also never actually adapted a movie to a fic? Not yet anyway.
(Practical Magical AU fic, when will it be your turn?)
so I think
.....
okay, let the brain percolate
I think it should be Anakin who finds Obi-Wan. Who is just. He's had a bad day, okay? Like, fantastically fucking bad, big rich money business deals, he's stressed and tired of being the Negotiator but lives are at stake here, employees who need to keep their jobs, so he has to swallow back the stress--but he's been swallowing back that stress for years now.
He's tired.
He didn't mean to just walk out of the 5-star hotel. What he needed was a drink, and not the kind they served at the hotel bar, charging 50 credits for a shot. No, he needs it cheap and dirty and burning on the way down.
"Shit, you look awful," the voice says, and a body sits down next to him on the curb. Normally Obi-Wan wouldn't appreciate a stranger appearing out of nowhere and getting so close to him, but this stranger smells nice, actually. And they're warm, whereas he seems to have lost his jacket at some point between the first and third bar.
"You can't be out here like this, you know? Gonna get mugged and left for dead."
The voice is young enough that it bothers Obi-Wan. And that's how he meets Anakin Skywalker, who's also tired, except he's only twenty-two and hasn't been further than a hundred miles from where he was born. Anakin's got a black eye because he got a fight with a nerfherder and he's not that bothered, some people think that's hot. It's not really going to cut into his profits.
He lights up and offers the death stick to the strange, classy man that definitely shouldn't be sitting on the street after midnight on that liminal strip of road where respectable turns to grimy, and pulls off his high heeled boots and tucks them to the side, switching them over for practical running shoes he keeps in his bag.
Obi-Wan just sort of stares. And then takes the death stick. And for some reason, he's just drunk enough that he starts talking about the shit day he's had, and the even worse week he's about to have.
Anakin snorts and makes catty comments that have Obi-Wan smiling, because that's exactly what he's too polite to say. Too much the Negotiator.
"God," Anakin says after the death stick has long crumbled to ashes. "You need either a serious marathon fuck or drugs. Maybe both. And then to quit your job and do something that doesn't make you want to die."
And Obi-Wan thinks that's the greatest idea he's ever heard.
"Are you--" he nods at the boots. They're rather unmistakable in purpose. And the boy is hardly dressed for the cold night.
"If you're a cop, no," Anakin answers. "If you're asking for how much for the night, you're too fucking drunk, my guy, and I'm too tired to get vomited on. You want me to call you a car or are you just gonna sit here until someone does decide to mug you?"
Obi-Wan chooses the car.
(He comes back the next day to find Anakin. Cue the rest of the movie? CLOTHING MONTAGE. Uhhhhh Qui-Gon as the hotel clerk?)
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storagebay29 · 1 year ago
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james somerton 'apology' video transcript
Note: for those who do not want to watch it. For those who do, here's a link to a reupload as the original has since been deleted. There are a lot of a pauses and 'um's/'uh's, the latter of which are largely ommitted from the below transcript. Posted under a readmore as it's pretty long.
I'm sorry for taking so long to make this video, or to say anything. I'm in the hospital- I've been in the hospital for a little over a week. I tried- Fuck. I tried to do something really stupid... (pause) I'm only here now because before I did it, I called my dad to talk to him one more time and, he figured out something was wrong, called paramedics or 911 or… and they got here and I woke up in the hospital and, yeah.
Anyway, I'm not trying to make this a sob story, I'm just trying to explain why I've been so quiet. I had a friend from back home checking my emails and stuff, and yeah.
But anyway… I wanna say that I'm really really sorry, really really sorry... for the stuff in the videos, the not crediting people, and for a lot of videos, you know I, I did the opening titles thing, and I tried to put like ‘this is based on X's- this person's research, or on this person's book,’ but I know now that wasn't enough, that wasn't okay. And then there were a lot of times... that uh...  oh god. There were a lot of times that stuff just got put in and there was no attempt at crediting anybody (pause) and I'm really really sorry.
And I'm not, I'm not sorry that I got caught, I'm sorry for ever doing it, I didn't- I honestly honestly... didn't realise that I was hurting people... And now that I know that I was hurting people… I'm just really sorry.
I lost my best friend because of this. Nick and I have been best friends since 2011 or [20]12? We'd been friends online and then. He lived in Ottawa, I moved to Ottawa so we could be, like, friends in person, and then we moved back to- I moved back to Nova Scotia, and Nick came with me. We eventually moved to the Toronto area where we lived together for 7 years? 8 years? We lived together for a really long time… and… he hasn't spoken to me since this happened.
Sorry, sorry I said I wasn't gonna make this a sob sorry. I should’ve got some Kleenex.
Then again I'm really really really sorry for the things I did in the videos: copying people's work and not crediting them properly or at all. I also wanna apologise for the misinformation and just outright lies that ended up in the videos? I didn't- I honestly say that I never intended for any of that stuff to be in the videos, most cases I didn't write it but I should’ve, you know it was my face on the channel, my name on the channel, I should have been, I should have been more diligent about fact checking and stuff. ‘Cause there was a lot of really stupid shit in there. It would’ve- it's just so easy to check, I just never did, I just took it for granted…
I also, I wanna thank Hbomberguy and his team for setting up the fund to make some money available for the authors that were wronged and the journalists and writers and…
I wanna help somehow, I don't know how, a lot of- I've seen a lot of people online saying how much money I apparently make and they’re way overestimating. Beyond the fact that Nick and I split everything 50/50, they're still way overestimating how much money came in… And the Toronto area is expensive, so there's not really any kind of savings, I'm moving home really soon… ‘Cause without Nick there's nothing for me here, and like I said it's really expensive…
And so I wanna say I wanna thank them for setting up that fund, and I wanna help somehow. The only thing I can think of right now is to make the videos, most of the videos public again and every month I can send the ad revenue from all of the past videos- ‘cause there were plenty that didn't have any, any uncredited stuff in them... But I can make them public again, and then every month I can send the AdSense to- either I can send it to Hbomberguy's team, that they can add to the fund, or I can start a fund myself? And every month I can publicly say how much money was made on the AdSense and show it. And send that to the writers and stuff every month. I don't know... what the system for that would be? But I would be more than happy to do that
You know some of the videos like the ‘Killing Stalking’ video brought in like a pretty decent amount of money every month so that would be helpful I think/to them. I'll also put in either the description or the pinned comment the names of the authors so that anyone watching the video knows where all of the information came from, that it wasn’t me going out doing journalism- I never thought that anyone thought that I was doing journalism and stuff, and I don't think anyone did. For the people who actually were doing it should have been given the credit they deserve, they did the hard work, all I did was edit a video. They did the hard work and they- they deserved the credit
(cut) Sorry about that, phone stopped recording.
But- yes. They deserved- they deserved credit, and… when it was something... when it was something like the, the recent... ‘history of hollywood’ videos, right there in the opening credits, I put the Vito Russo's name, that it was adapted from his book ‘The Celluloid Closet’. Same thing went for the gay panic video and the gay holocaust video, they were- the holocaust video was adapted from two books, and the gay panic video was adapted from a lot of journalism, and I- I put their names right at the beginning of the videos.
But and- I understand that's not how citation works... now. I understand that, I get it. And I wanna do better. And I know a lot of people hate me now, ‘cause I did bad shit. But I wanna try and do better. At some point I’d like to make videos again. I'd like to do videos that are fully sourced, where I will put a link to the script where you can find all the sources so that everyone is properly given the credit that they deserve, any the kind of research that's done, credit for any b roll that's used whether it's stock footage, or movies or TV shows or video games, or anything like that, have it all in there. I would like to become a really really good example of giving proper credit to writers and journalists
And I know a lot of you watching this aren't- aren't really gonna care, you'd rather I just disappear. But I would like to try to do better.
I never ever intended to hurt anybody. I never thought that that's what I was doing. Before I went- before I went to the hospital, I read a lot of stuff from people who were really hurt, not just authors and stuff but people who watched my videos who were hurt by stuff in them. People think that I hate ace people and women and bisexual people and lesbians and that's not true. It's really- it's just- it’s not true. And I’m sorry that stuff made it into videos that just shouldn’t have been there: misinformation and lies... But I promise you I did not write that stuff.
I should have been a lot more exacting when Nick and I would be editing scripts but I promise you that those are not- I don't think those things. I specifically want to apologise to asexual people who feel that I just completed delegitimised you. Nick being ace, I- I know that it's kinda like you know, no two gay people are exactly the same, no two ace people are exactly the same, but I kind of, when it came to that I just kind of ran with Nick's judgement and his observations and stuff like that. And I’m not trying to throw Nick under the bus, which a bunch of people are saying that I was setting him up as doing, which is not true…
This whole thing, Nick and I were 50/50 partners, it wasn't I hired him to have a scapegoat or something like that. I never hired Nick. Nick and I were roommates for years before I started doing Youtube videos and then they started- people started watching them and I asked Nick if he wanted to help me write them and he said yes and we started splitting the- first the AdSense and then the Patreon and then the sponsorships, we just split everything. Nick was never supposed to be a fall guy.
I'm sorry. Maybe I should have waited longer to do this. But yeah, I- the- I did not- I don’t think those things and I don't think Nick does either, I think it was just how fast we were writing stuff, and how fast we were putting videos out, it was just too fast. And we weren’t putting the care into them that needed to be put into them.
I've seen a lot of people on social media and other youtubers even lying about me, but other- other- Hbomberguy was not one of them, I just wanna be clear about that, except I was never setting Nick up to be a fall guy and. It was never a grift or anything like that. I swear it was not. It is not.
In the next couple of days, I'm gonna send out a message to the Telos supporters on Indiegogo and explain the whole situation in more detail to them because we were not super clear about everything that was going on with Telos and so I can- I understand if it seems like we weren't doing anything but we were. We were doing a lot of work on Telos. We just weren’t talking about it is because we- we made that initial first announcement for ‘final girl’ and that fell through and I'll explain that to the message I send out to the supporters which I'm sure will end up on reddit or somewhere… And after that we didn't- we didn't want to talk about it too much until we had something really concrete, and I will explain all of that in that message
Telos was and is not a grift. I was never gonna take the money and run. None of the money that came in for telos was ever going to be paying me or Nick. It was going to be paying queer actors and artists, musicians, things like that. And I know there's been lots of talk about budgets and all this stuff, and people saying that I'm really stupid for thinking a movie could be made for that little money, but there are examples of it being done, and I actually do have a work ethic.
Anyway. but yeah. anyway
I do want to keep making videos and I know a lot of you won't watch them and that's- that's fine. But I really liked making videos…
We ended up making a lot of videos we didn't wanna make because people were asking for them, and so there were a lot of videos that we made that we didn't wanna make, and I think those videos are very clear on which ones those were. One of them never got officially released. It was released to patrons, some patrons have shared it to other people before all the videos went private. A lot of people hate the analysis that Nick and I did on it but. And so maybe it's good that that never got properly released, because… maybe it would have hurt people. And I don't want that.
But I do wanna make videos again sometime. I'd love to do like retrospectives on important gay movies. If you watch the channel ‘Be Kind Rewind’ they're an amazing channel that do a lot of retrospectives on older Hollywood movies and I would love to do that for gay movies. A lot of gay movies, people my age and younger have never heard of, things like ‘Torch Song Trilogy’ and ‘Longtime Companion’, and stuff like that, movies from the seventies and eighties and the nineties, things that were like really influential for gay cinema that no one talks about. And you know, I'd like to talk about not just those movies but how they got made and stuff like that. I would love to do something like that.
I swear on my mother's grave that there will be no copying people, no copying pasting. Every source will be cited in a document and on screen. ‘Cause I usually liked doing the research. I loved doing research - reading the books and articles and stuff like that. I- the part of me that was lazy was the copy and paste part. Instead of just putting it into my words and citing them properly and giving them credit… that's where the laziness came in. That was- I wasn't trying to be malicious. That was just laziness. And I promise for anyone who does watch the videos that I make going forward… I promise that will never happen again. I welcome the highest level of scrutiny on the new videos.
As for Patreon, I’m going to reactivate it. Because I saw a lot of people on social media saying that I was probably going to reactivate it right on January 1st so that everyone could get a surprise billing and I could take the money and run. And, no. First of all that was never my plan and I'm not gonna do it. I'm gonna reactivate it now so that anyone who wants to leave - which I imagine will be the vast majority - can leave and not have to worry about being billed again in January.
… Yeah. So. In closing. I'm again incredibly sorry... And again I'm not sorry because I was caught, I honestly didn't know how much I was hurting people… and how much harm I was bringing to the community, because that's not ever what I intended. I wanted the channel to be a safe place. I spent so much time deleting comments that were hateful
I recently found out that I wasn't being notified about- that I wasn’t seeing comments that were in replies to other comments so there were plenty of hateful comments in the comment section that were plenty hateful that I wasn’t seeing, and I didn't know that. But I wanted the channel to be a safe place and it ended up not being a safe place.
And for the misinformation, that kind of falls into two categories. 1. I did the wrong research in the historical things and other things they're not what I wrote.
Again, thank you to Hbomberguy and his team for making the fund for the writers. I'd like to try to contribute to that somehow so- if- if it's okay to make the videos public and send all of the- public and send all- it won't be all of videos ‘cause some of them had to be taken down because sponsors wanted them taken down, but I can put the videos back up with the sources properly put in either- for the I guess for the videos that would be going up from zero, I could actually put in sources for the videos, which would be good.
I guess I could- For the other ones that would just be made live again, I could put them in a pinned comment. ‘Cause I think people read pinned comments more than they read the descriptions, cause like the descriptions disappear in a lot of places. Something like that. Something so that I can try and- it won't make up for what I did but just. Something.
So I’m really really really sorry. I hurt a lot of people that I really respect and that really sucks. And.  Nick if you're watching this I know you're probably not but I miss you and…
Yeah I want to do better. I want- I want to do better. I want to prove that I can do better. I don't expect anyone to just give me the benefit of the doubt. But I want to show that I can do better, so I hope you'll let me do that.
Again, I'm really sorry. I'm sorry that the things I did- I'm sorry that I disappointed you. I promise going forward I will do better.
Thanks for watching, and...
And I’m really sorry.
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redladydeath · 11 months ago
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Some Vox human life headcanons that have been developing in my head over the past few weeks
He was born Vaughn Oxright in the late 1910’s/early 1920’s to a well-off, show-biz couple from Philadelphia
Was a child star from the ages of about 5 to 9, mostly doing live dance acts at mid-sized theaters across the US. That phase of his life was ended by a leg injury that never healed properly (neither he nor his parents wanted to slow down long enough for it to fully heal and he kept dancing on it until long-term damage was done), and his family had no choice but to settle back down in Philly.
First realized he was interested in men at age 11 when he became super attached to an older boy in his church’s youth group. He became very clingy and started sending the boy dozens of increasingly intense totally-not-love letters, which made the boy uncomfortable and got Vox switched out of the group. The fact that this was obviously a crush went unsaid, but not unnoticed by those involved. The rejection was devastating for Vox, and he swung hard into homophobia and petty displays of masculinity afterward.
He stayed out of show-biz during his teen years, but still participated in dozens of events and competitions— any opportunity to perform and receive praise.
Was drafted into WWII as a young man. Never saw combat on account of his old leg injury, but was instead assigned to work as an electrical engineer, building radar tech and other telecommunications materials. It was outside of his intended field of study, but he took to it quickly and became very close with the other men on his team. It was the last time in his life he could remember feeling truly happy.
Realized he was really, embarrassingly into BDSM (or at least the 40’s/50’s equivalent) via pulp novels, plus how excited he was made by the head of his team being cold/condescending towards him when he first joined. Took this secret to the grave, but always kept a stash of retro-style erotica wherever he was living.
After the war, he decided to get back into show business. Started dating and quickly married a girl from a wealthy, well-connected family. Things started off okay, but only took a few years to devolve into simmering animosity. He was self-absorbed and inattentive, she started using pills to cope. Neither of them had any interest in getting a divorce though, given the times and the damage it would do to both their reputations. They had two kids who were basically raised solely by their nanny. Their parents both loved them in their own ways, but were too wrapped up in themselves to pay them very much mind.
Vox quickly got involved in the television industry, using his good looks and charm to rapidly climb the ranks and land a job as a presenter. He was a pain to work with for anyone he deemed beneath him, but he was a great networker and could schmooze with the “important people” like nobody’s business.
Despite running in some pretty elite circles, his TV career never quite reached the heights he wanted it to. He was, objectively, quite successful, making good money and being the face of his own show, but he wanted to aim higher. He managed to finagle his way into a film role, hoping it would kick-start a new phase in his career, but despite being a great performer, Vox just wasn’t an actor. The film bombed. He didn’t take it well.
When he walked into the studio one day in the mid-50’s, ready to shoot another show, he had no idea it was to be his last day on Earth. He was just supposed to introduce a musical performance alongside his co-anchor, that was it. But for whatever reason, the crew decided that this time, they wanted them to do it using standing microphones. However, due to a mistake by one of the tech guys, Vox’s microphone was not properly grounded. When they started counting down and Vox put his hands on the mic, several hundred volts of electricity went coursing through his body. His heart stopped almost instantly. He didn’t have time to even register what had happened to him, just the sound of screams and the faint smell of burning flesh.
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oddballwriter · 5 months ago
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Abigail Headcanons
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Summary: A collection of loose hc that I have for the daughter character that I've created in the past for the moon boys and the reader
Warnings: Not much. Abi does canonically have a pet tarantula though so beware of that. 
Author’s Snip: I just miss her tbh
I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.
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Her full legal name is just Abigail L/N-Spector, but in spirit she is Abigail L/N-Spector-Lockley-Grant, you and the boys call her that as a joke but also when you’re mad at her when she’s done something bad.
She’s fluent in both Spanish and French because Steven and Jake taught her both languages respectively since the day she could talk. This actually caused a bit of an issue in the later years of her school career because she was fluent to the point that she would have just passed both common and advance classes. So she just had a free period during the time she would have had her language classes.
She has a pet tarantula she’s named Maple. She got her when she was around 11 or 12 because she wanted one as a pet. The boys set a really high mark to see how dedicated and responsible she could be while also hoping that maybe by the time she reached it she’d want a “normal simple pet” like her own fish, or hamster, maybe a turtle, or literally anything else. But when she reached that goal she still wanted a tarantula and the boys promised and they are unfortunately fathers of their word. Thankfully she’s the only one who handles her because she’s HER pet, but Steven is scared of Maple, Marc isn’t too bothered as long as Abi keeps her away from him, and Jake is okay with her and is actually quite fond of her and will take a gander at her in her tank whenever he’s in Abi’s room.
She has a bad habit of chewing her pens and pencils. She’s tried breaking this habit and was vaguely successful, but it’s only when she’s in public or around others. When she’s in private she still does it.
Her favorite subject in school was biology, anatomy, and psychology. Her least favorite was math and physics. She thinks math is boring. That’s also why she dislikes physics but she also had straight up beef with her physics teacher. Why there was beef? The world may never know.
As a kid, Steven would encourage her to read books by paying her 50 cents for every chapter she read. This was basically her allowance until she was given a real allowance later in her life because she had read so many chapters that she’d have a good amount of money saved up from all the books she’d read.
Abi was taught to always be polite and respectful and follow the golden rule. But is she decides that she’s had enough and wants to put people in their place she will very much do so and will verbally eviscerate them. She has Steven’s sass and Marc’s temper in there somewhere and she’s not afraid to use it. Along with Jake’s self defense lessons in case someone wants to fight. This may or may not be where the physics teacher beef originated from.
She can see Khonshu and they have a unique grandfather and granddaughter dynamic. Khonshu denies that he has an attachment to Abi but he secretly cares for her to a considerable degree and was unofficially a part of her life and he secretly goes out of his way to protect in case she’s ever in danger. Sometimes she messes with him by calling him grandpa and other iterations. He calls her “little worm” or “smallest worm” but when he wants to soften up her calls her “Starlight” or “Stardust”.
In addition, Khonshu was banned from giving permission to Abi as a kid by you and the boys because he’d give her permission on things that you didn’t want her to do. So there was a rule made that “Grandpa Khonshu’s permission doesn’t count.”
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alfredojesta · 7 months ago
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okay self indulgent rant about my circus pasta headcanons (i call them "circus squad" which is funny because nathan vine and pup are far from circusy) (THIS POST IS SO LONG OMG I JUST DON'T SHUT UP)
PART 1: NATHAN AND CANDY POP
ever since nathan and ciara got married, candy pop treats nathan like he's his angsty teenage son. even though nathan is a grown ass man. and they've been best friends for years.
he shows up to nathan and ciara's house in the middle of the night with gifts and (store-bought) food. ciara wakes up and punches him out of surprise. "WHERE DID YOU COME FROM, POPS?" "OW — I COME WITH GIFTS!"
candy pop and nathan have a lot of trust in each other. nathan acts like an anti social freak but candy pop knows he's a silly little guy. candy pop isn't bitter at all that nathan spends more time with his wife than with the jester. candy pop is actually incredibly supportive of their relationship! he's very proud! he wants to be a good father and a great bestie! he even wanted to match with nathan so he made jason the toymaker marry him (IT ENDED IN A TERRIBLE DIVORCE)!
i think that nathan has supported candy pop the longest. they met when night terrors was still in commission and they worked together to stop night terrors and his cluster of souls from wreaking havoc. candy pop was beneficial to nathan as well. candy pop helped him get out of his shell and become as hopeful as he is today. nowadays, nathan's too busy with his own life to do pranks with candy pop. but candy pop doesn't mind it.
candy pop tries to be a good father to ciara. he does the most he can, but even then it doesn't feel like enough. ciara pushes him away, claiming she's able to protect herself. she isn't good with trusting people, not even candy pop. losing her twin brother made her cold and distant. being around the jarringly energetic candy pop makes her angry in a way. she doesn't know just how much candy pop relates to her life.
PART 2: VINE AND PAPA GRANDE
VINE??? oh he's like . 40. vine is more of a lowkey serial killer. his victims are normally documented as "missing". he hides his tracks well. he's the richest out of the six, having inherited most of his father's money and then used it to start a successful business.
he's besties with the puppeteer, papa grande and nathan. it was pretty difficult for them to get close to vine. vine is quiet, quite asocial for his age, and has a hard time trusting men. he was lucky enough to find people he could relate to.
when it comes to jason and candy pop... vine is 50/50 with them. sometimes he likes them, sometimes he doesn't. jason isn't fun to talk to; he doesn't listen, he's working 99% of the time, and he'll either sigh with annoyance or tell vine straight up "i do not care. get out." and then candy pop is candy pop idk what more to say about that.
then papa grande... he's a travelling magician who picks certain people from the audience to kill and add to his collection! he, like vine, isn't a famous serial killer.
papa grande rarely admits it but he sees these little guys as family. nathan is like his adopted son... annoying adopted son. they constantly joke about papa grande breaking his back or having a heart attack, and at some point, papa grande thinks they're praying on his downfall.
jason learns all his magic tricks from papa grande — usually against his will. papa grande genuinely thought jason was a magician because of his tophat and cane. but no. jason is just a fancy british guy.
candy pop's an exception when it comes to the familial bond. candy pop is like a dog he found on the street. candy pop is a menace. he keeps waking up papa grande in the middle of the night and asking him to do magic tricks. "PAPA WAKE UP!" "WHAT" "MAGIC TRICKS!" "WHAT."
PART 3: THE PUPPETEER AND JASON
i have a bunch of headcanons for THE MALE MANIPULATORS. i think the toymaker and the puppeteer would get along great.
FIRST OF ALL, the puppeteer actually respects jason. he was a bit intimidated by jason at first, but after getting to know him, he's come to look up to him. pup admires jason's craftsmanship, finding his work to be beautiful and inspiring.
SECOND OF ALL, as a toymaker himself, jason is intrigued by pup being a living puppet. sometimes he asks to reconfigure the puppeteer's wooden limbs. to that, the puppeteer politely declines.
THIRD OF ALL, they are SENSIBLE PEOPLE... usually. they're both manipulative and selfish freaks who get angry when things don't go their way... i reckon they have conversations over tea about how many people they've fucked up this year. "five women in one month? scandalous." "do not word it like that."
pup is a wanderer. wanderers don't have places to stay. wanderers wander into peoples' apartments ("they are called flats" – jason) and overstay their visits... jason let him stay ONCE. ONCE. and the puppeteer decided to take it as "oh i can come over whenever i want!"
thankfully he isn't a messy guy... he's just odd. he always turns on the tv just to watch it for three minutes and then head to the kitchen to cook dinner. but he never finishes cooking dinner because he gets distracted by the tv he played in the living room an hour ago. jason hears it all happen.
pup also tries to console jason about his anger issues. he keeps seeing holes punched into the wall and it's concerning. (i think punching holes into walls actually makes jason angrier. like what the fuck do you mean you're that weak. dumbass wall.) pup makes sure not to enable his anger... he is the exact opposite of candy pop and nathan.
the puppeteer very much loves his friends and will do anything for them (he does not have many friends). whenever someone takes the toymaker's tophat, the puppeteer is the one to return it. even if it ends up at the side of a cliff in nevada, he'll get it back for the toymaker. although, the toymaker usually doesn't want the tophat back...
jason thinks the puppeteer can be overbearing at times but he isn't as bad as candy pop, so things are okay. plus, jason can always mess with the puppeteer as much as he messes with jason. whether it's scaring him off with a toy or shaking salt in front of him, pup is such an easy target.
OKAY THAT'S ALL (i have more just saving it for other posts xD)
they're rlly interesting characters :') genuinely my favourites. i love them so much... i have a candymaker rant right here too for anyone who wants to read
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loopscereal · 8 months ago
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Pero no lo hicisteee final 100 hrs have been entered
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fred by himself cause i did his shoes with everythign and the little meat texture. Why would i do that if its not mesnt to be visible? May god know cause i dont. uhh the background. yeah ok. uh Fred doesn't have to reflect Freddy in clothes or hairstyle anymore! Boys uniform! Higher, tighter pony tail! also their little jacket. Make up around their eyes, and they have gained acess to COLOR. Hes no longer restricted to shades of purple, too bad hes emo and will only branch out to red TOT. anyway yay for them. uhh uhhh also he has a new sparkle. he has a little yellowy orange sparkle in his chest, right on their tie. they didnt have that before :) new sparkle
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im glad were all miserable about how fred is on the floor but also agree that freddy looks best when hes at his worse! keep up that look, youre a natural !! bbbbuhhhh
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SUELTENME SUELTENME SUELTENME SUELTENME SUELTANME ok normal, hi pia :3 glad you noticed. im so diseased about when they swap colors in canon.... wughgh misery...
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not so fast! theyre both so fucking bad at this game! the game being existing. Fred feeds the body and like. the most basic of maintenance but they too mistreat it in their own special way <3. ANyways how does this scene change? uh. god. i feel like it adds a lot ofc content but i dont. know. thinking about camp makes my head scream... as i imagine it mutates and changed even after having drawn these. living organism....
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in my head their body "prioritizes" freddy a lot, like. IF fred is in control while freddy is sleeping, and freddy wakes up, it sorta auto-kicks fred out if they arent prepared and get caught off guard, BUT freddy isnt exctly. too present. hes not the most anchored person to his own self so if fred, can simply push him out pretty easy so long as they arent abnormally weakened, and if they were to fight for it fred will typically win. As for body auto responses, i think it does eventually kick the current pilot out, or mess things up and force them both in or both out, ("how does that work" sh sh sh dont even worry about it... <3 please.) buuuut i think it takes a long time for the body to get to that point, to the point where it does those auto responseds. Freddys gotten it pretty used to well, itself. it doesn't send out the signals that it should, or at best, not as strongly.
Okay why is Freddy all glitchy when out side and not sparkly? beeecause well. cromatic aberation occurs when a lense fails to align and focus wavelengths of color all on the same point. What the hell does that have to do with freddy? (what the hell happens int hat goddamn highschool?) uh! hes totally unfocused. in his entire self. and in his worldview, his view of strangers, of his friends, family. exc. Hes got like at least three different "lenses" he can view himself in, and at least two "good or bad" lenses he can see any given person through. IF anything is certain about him, its his instability. In idenity, in stances, in views, in beleifs, in emotions, in everything. An so, he gets the aberation efffect, cause he is !!! pulling!! apart! no focus, no stability , no alignment, no trust, no brother, no one to rely on, no money, no goals, no self esteem, no style, no shoes, no affirmation, no bitchessssssss also i have freddy at like 18 opacity (and the cromatic aberation layers are also at 1* so lets charitibly say hes at 50 total) and Fred is at like 80/85/90 on any given drawing of these, because freddy literally has less soul. uh. magic stystem or whatever freddy was emoty enough in the cup that holds his soul that he could fit a shadow, who turned into a whole ass person instead of some litttle creature...... fucked up. empty ass. anywho. enough of that miserable prick. freds got glow and sparkles cause hes got a lot of soul, hes got a lot in him, and would shine under any circumstance. stand out in some way bc hes just. like that. he is absolutly bursting at the seams with STUFF that is just not being let out. Hes curious. they wanna learn andexplre and live so fucking badly, the want to live and exist on their own terms and its so much passion and drive and will to live all bottled in this little being unable to be expresseddddd. one of these is more positive than the otherrrrr im sure theres sone negative side i missed on fred and a positive side to freddy that i missed but uh. its. 12am as i am writing and scheduling this so.....
if i had a dollar for every time i thought abt fnafhs id have 1 dollar bc i have not fucking stopped.
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schrijverr · 12 hours ago
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I Didn’t Mean to Say I Do, but I Do. I Do. 39
Chapter 39 out of 50
Secret marriage of convenience buddie slow burn AU, where Buck and Eddie have been married for years so Buck could adopt Chris and no one at the 118 knows.
In this chapter, Eddie is struggling through his last few weeks at the 136, trying to escape his feelings for Buck as well as trying to escape Bosko, who wants to talk to him about said feelings.
On AO3.
Ships: Buddie
Warnings: internalized misogyny, internalized homophobia, insecurity, self loathing
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Chapter 39: Fight and Flight
His trust in himself wavers on his first shift back, with Bosko sliding up next to him in the locker room. She quirks her brow at him, saying: “I thought you said it wasn’t like that?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Eddie deflects, looking around desperately for anyone else, so he can escape. Alas, he hasn’t taken the time to befriend anyone there, so they’ve all already left, allowing him to become cornered by Bosko as he changes.
“Come on, Eddie, don’t play dumb. I mean between you and Buck,” Bosko prods. “I thought it wasn’t like that between you.”
“It isn’t,” Eddie says, angrily tugging on his shoe laces, then having to loosen them, because he tightened them too much.
“Really?” Bosko says, disbelieving tone heavily present. “Then why did I watch you make the biggest heart eyes at Buck at your shield ceremony?”
Eddie squares his jaw. He doesn’t want to talk about it. It was a slip up, something that won’t happen again. He has a responsibility now, he can’t let himself linger on Buck. It’s wrong and Eddie can’t afford to be wrong. “I wasn’t.”
“Come on, Eddie, I’m not stupid. There was something going on between you two.”
“Well, maybe you are,” Eddie snaps. “Because there was nothing. I’m not gay, so stop. Okay? It��s not fucking like that.”
She looks taken aback by his outburst for a moment, then she nods a few times, mostly to herself. Eddie has no clue what to expect now. She says: “Okay, I’m sorry. Then it’s not like that.” She pauses for a moment. “But you know, if it was like that-”
“Stop it. I don’t need to hear any of that crap and you already said that. It’s not like that, now leave me alone,” Eddie cuts her off, thunder cloud above his head. He stalks off before she can say anything more. He can tie his shoe laces on the couch upstairs.
Bosko doesn’t bring it up in front of the others, which Eddie is grateful for. However, everyone can pick up on the tension between them and, seeing that it is the 136 not the 118, they take Bosko’s side. So, it’s a lonely shift.
Eddie works just fine, it’s not awkward or anything, just less social. He is an okay part of the 136, probably not picked as a permanent replacement should it be necessary, but works with everyone well enough that he isn’t pushed out for rotating floaters instead.
He doesn’t mind that much. He’s only here for two more weeks and he has a job to do, a family to provide for. He doesn’t need to be best friends with his coworkers. At the end of the day, he just goes home, giving a polite goodbye to everyone and speeding out of there before Bosko can corner him again.
The next day, he purposefully runs a little late, barely making it in time for his shift, just to avoid her. He is bridging the gap, maintaining the status quo, providing. He has to focus on doing that, on coming in to work each day and leaving with more money in the bank. He can’t afford to think about Buck and he is managing very well to put him out of his mind at work, talking to Bosko about him will ruin that. Eddie can’t ruin anything again.
His great management doesn’t last very long.
As it turns out, it is quite difficult not to think about Buck all the time. At home, Buck is always there, unless he’s at his PT appointments; with Chris, he is a topic Eddie can’t avoid; and at work, he still feels the empty spot next to him where Buck should be.
So it all builds up again and after nearly a week, he finds himself texting Buck that he’s going drinking with a few people from the 136. He has carefully selected the evening to be one where Chris is sleeping over at his tía Pepa’s house, so he won’t miss bedtime again, just solo Buck time, which would have been bad for his predicament.
Naturally, this means he has to run into Bosko at the fight club. He spots her before she sees him and he thinks about running off, but the need for a release is bigger. So he sneaks off into the crowd, crossing his fingers that she doesn’t spot him.
He lurks in the back for the most part as he has done every time he’s been here. At some point, Bosko’s name gets called and he tries to disappear even further.
She wins her match, grinning into the crowd with her hands held high in victory. Eddie politely claps along, happy for her, despite his need to avoid her.
As he does, her eye catches his and he curses. He’s been spotted and he can’t leave, because his name hasn’t been called yet. Bosko is still caught up in everyone congratulating her, so he quickly changes spots, hoping to avoid her.
Eddie manages to hide out for all but fifteen minutes, before Bosko’s voice is behind him. “I thought that was you. What are you hiding out here for?”
He jumps out of his skin and twirls around, eyes wide. He clears his throat and tries to play it off, shrugging: “Saw you fight. Congrats. Got a bit too rowdy out there for me.”
“Sure,” she says, obviously not believing him.
Eddie doesn’t acknowledge it, just taking a sip of his beer and refocusing his eyes on the match that is happening. He doesn’t have to engage, he can play dumb.
Bosko observes him for a second, then rolls her eyes, before taking a seat next to him and cracking open her own beer. In lieu of nothing, she suddenly says: “Two of my exes started dating each other.”
“They did?” Eddie immediately asks, intrigued despite his confusion about the change of topic. It sounds like a telenovella plot. He misses watching those, but he has refused to do so ever since the… revelation, he and Chris can watch dubbed movies to practice his Spanish.
“Jup, Heather and Kelsy,” Bosko nods. “Adopted a cat together too, which is just rude because Butter – one of my cats – is the one I adopted with Heather and she left him behind in the break up and now she’s adopting one with Kelsy, who said she disliked Mayo – my other cat. I didn’t have Butter yet when I was dating Kelsy.”
“Wow.”
“I know right,” Bosko snorts. “I feel bad for the cat. If they break up, the poor thing is going to be left behind. Maybe Heather will try to dump him on me then, since we still talk. I can’t afford another cat.” Eddie makes a sympathetic humming noise, unsure what to say to that. “Does the husband like cats? Or Chris?”
He whips his head around, eyeing her with suspicion. He half thought she dropped it, but apparently not. He grits: “Not my husband. Well, not like that.”
“Okay, fine, point still stands,” Bosko says, going on as if it really wasn’t on purpose. “My point is that I don’t trust them with this cat and, honestly, I don’t think their relationship is going to last, so I am sending feelers out for someone to take the cat when it happens. What do you think?” To entice him, she adds: “They named him Tubs.”
Eddie knows that Chris and Buck would love a cat. He can picture how excited both would be to have a cat, how they’d fawn over the cat. Just picturing the sight has him nearly signing up to be a potential cat owner, should this relationship neither him nor Bosko are involved in fall apart and the cat end up abandoned.
Then reality sets in again and he remembers that he can’t plan long term for his family, when his family isn’t going to last. And he shouldn’t be daydreaming about watching Buck and Chris play with a cat.
Bosko sees his expression change. “Ahw, really? No? I thought he looked the type to want a cat, but I take that as a no? Is he allergic?”
“No, not allergic. He’s only allergic to naproxen,” Eddie answers on autopilot. “And Chris isn’t to cats, grew out of his meds allergy too. We just have hay fever.”
“Then why not?”
“Firstly, you don’t even know if they’re going to break up and even then, one of them might keep the cat,” Eddie says, his brain catching up with himself. He glares at her: “And second, if you want the cat to have a stable home, me and Buck won’t be a good choice, because we’re not seriously married and are probably going to divorce soon.”
“Really? With the way you were looking at him, I thought you’d stay married,” Bosko comments.
The glare intensifies. He’d been suspicious before and now he’s only proven right. Bosko is actually cool and he likes her, so this really annoying, because if Buck has the 118, he is going to need more friends for after the divorce, but he can’t deal with this.
“Diaz, you’re up,” the organizer calls him, saving Bosko from ending up at the other side of his anger and letting Eddie get away from that conversation.
Still, as he walks away, he turns for a second, saying: “It’s not like that.”
“Sure, Diaz,” Bosko calls back and Eddie’s fists tighten.
The beating he gives his opponent is almost on the wrong side of intense. There is just so much bubbling up inside him and it needs a way out. Besides, the guy looks like he can take it. Eddie might knock him down, but he got a lot of frustration out before that happened.
After getting his moment in the spotlight with a hand up, a moment of being a winner, he flees the scene, making sure to dodge Bosko. He wants to keep the settled feeling in his chest, be able to act normal at home, he doesn’t need her prodding right now.
Buck is already asleep when Eddie creeps into the house to shower, before rolling into bed. If he does this more, he might need to stick around or drive aimlessly until the sweat has dried, so he can play it off as work sweat.
Tía Pepa is dropping Chris off at school, so he can sleep in, waking to the smell of breakfast. Buck has been allowed to tentatively drop the crutches, unless he wants to walk a lot, so he’s back at cooking easily.
Tiredly Eddie joins him, gratefully taking a plate from him as he murmurs a good morning.
“Good morning,” Buck smiles as he quirks a brow. “Stayed out late last night? Or just a long shift?”
Eddie blinks a few times, before his brain catches up, then he makes what he hopes is a positive expression back. “A bit of both.” Then to distract Buck from asking more, he says: “Bosko’s ex is dating her other ex.”
“They are?” Buck asks, immediately invested, much like Eddie was.
He nods and repeats the story Bosko told him last night, glad to have this gossip to authentically sell his lie. However, he doesn’t mention Bosko asking them to take the cat. He just knows Buck will get excited, maybe even try to talk Eddie into adopting a cat regardless of what happens with Bosko’s exes. He can’t face that heartbreak. Can’t put a poor cat in Tubs’s place.
Next time he’s on shift, Bosko is in the locker room still messing with her own shoes as he comes in.
Eddie braces himself for a whatever comment she’s going to make about him running out on her at the fight club. Indeed, she speaks the second he comes in, not even looking up from her laces. “I’m beginning to think you’re rude, Diaz. I thought we were bailing each other out friends, not bailing on each other friends.”
“Uh…”
She looks up at him with raised brows as she finishes with her laces. Then she straightens up and heaves a deep breath. “Look, I’m not trying to be a dick, okay? I just recognize myself in you, I want to help.”
“You’ve already helped,” Eddie says. “You introduced me to your club. I don’t need more help, I have an outlet.”
“Yeah, an outlet, but not a processing,” Bosko points out. “You literally keep running. Every time I even mention Buck, you bail on me.”
It’s not a nice thing to hear, even if she’s right. Mostly because she’s right. Eddie has always been a runner. The fact that he is still standing next to Buck, instead of being on the other side of the world says a lot about how much he- Well, you get it.
“I had a lot of internalized homophobia to work through when I first realized I was a lesbian. I tried so hard to convince myself I wasn’t, staying in a relationship that wasn’t good for me, because then at least I wouldn’t be broken,” Bosko continues. “Ronnie is the one that helped me get out of that, who gave me space to figure myself out.”
“And what? You want to do that for me?” Eddie bites out, feeling cornered. He doesn’t need someone to help him overcome homophobia. He isn’t homophobic. And he’s not gay. He can’t be, so he isn’t. He doesn’t need her help.
“Yes!”
“Don’t,” Eddie says brusquely. “I don’t need your help and I don’t want your help. There is nothing for you to help me with. Do you have a refuse care form, because I’ll sign right now.”
“Come on, Diaz. I saw you look at him,” Bosko says, getting up and getting into his face.
“You don’t know jack shit about me. I was just looking normally. We’ve only known each other for a few weeks.”
“We only knew each other a little over two weeks when you asked me to bail you out of jail. Did I know jack shit then too?”
“When it comes to this? Yes. I know where I stand with Buck, I know where this will end. I don’t need you to come in and prod around in my brain. I’m managing just fine. I’m doing just fine. I’m not incompetent. I’m not dragging anyone down with me.”
Bosko takes a step back at that, since he is practically roaring into her face. Whatever she expected, it probably wasn’t this.
Eddie is breathing heavily, everything tense for a moment, before he hunches in on himself. It’s too much. Too revealing. Too personal. Too weak. Everyone upstairs probably heard him yell too. This is the fucking worst.
“I didn’t say you were,” Bosko says gently after a moment.
“I know,” Eddie grits out. “Just drop it, Lena. I mean it.”
“Alright, I won’t push. I just wanted to be here for you, still do. When you’re ready to face this, find me,” she says.
“Truce till then?” he asks, not denying not confirming. She has already seen too much from him and he’s tired. He knows, but he doesn’t. He ignores it, doesn’t face it, doesn’t even know exactly what he is avoiding, just that he is. Though sometimes he does it so well, he can forget what he’s hiding from. Today is not such a sometimes.
“Yeah, truce,” she says after studying him for a moment, probably trying to read where his head is at. “You good to work? I can talk to Ronnie otherwise.”
“I’m good.”
“Oh, okay. Good.”
They stare at each other awkwardly for a few seconds, before Bosko points over her shoulder with her thumb. “I should… I gotta go.”
“Uh, yeah, yeah, of course,” Eddie nods, turning back to changing instead of watching her leave.
He doesn’t go upstairs immediately. After what just went down, what everyone probably heard, he doesn’t feel up to facing everyone. Instead, he checks the inventory and does the maintenance on the trucks.
When he finally does show his face, the others acknowledge him with nods, but don’t try to include him in their groups. He ends up playing solitaire for most of the shift, almost tempted to say it is a quiet, slow, boring one, just to escape this.
The professional air marks the rest of Eddie’s final week at the 136. Eddie never fully managed to settle in there and it is clear they’re all going to be happy that Daisy is back. Much like the 118 will be glad to see Buck again. Maybe even him, though he doesn’t put too much stock in that.
While they’ve been texting and visiting again, Eddie hasn’t been that active in the 118 group chat and he has been trying to minimize face to face interaction with everyone. He’s still embarrassed about running out on his own celebration and nervous to face them. To fuck up. He can’t fuck up yet, he needs them. For Buck and Chris’s sake.
Needless to say, he’s climbing the walls of their house internally the four days between the end of his last shift with the 136, which was a 48 hour shift, and his first shift back with the 118.
He knows he needs to do something to act normal again when working with the 118. He wants to feel normal again. To be normal again. He knows punching a guy would help, but he doesn’t want to run into Bosko. They parted on okay enough terms, but he doesn’t want to risk giving her an opening.
In the end, he can’t take it anymore on the final evening before his shift.
After tucking Chris into bed, he joins Buck on the couch. He stood too much today and now his leg is hurting. Eddie offers to massage it, figuring it wouldn’t be weird, since Buck also helped him out like that during his recovery. He’s regretting that offer now.
The limb is warm and solid under his fingers, a heavy, comforting weight across his lap. He is feeling soft skin under his fingers and Buck keeps letting out these- these groans.
If Eddie lets himself slip – in the weak moments – he thinks of Buck’s smile or the way he lights up. How he looks when he’s cooking food and bopping his head to the music, how he furrows his brow when they do admin together. The warmth when he hugs Chris. The comfort he brings, sitting next on the couch to Eddie.
It’s never- It hasn’t been sexual. It was his one saving grace, the thing that made it all easier to ignore, easier to pretend it was just friendship. But now here Buck is. Groaning. And suddenly it’s as if a switch has been flipped in Eddie’s brain. A switch that says ‘hey, people can be sexual. Buck is sexual. We can think sexy thoughts of him.’
All his life, Eddie thought people had been exaggerating when they talked about sex. Sure, he liked the stimulation well enough, but it never consumed him. Hell, he’s been voluntarily and happily celibate since his last time with Shannon over five years ago. He never missed it.
Now, his brain has seemingly awoken something that most apparently discover back in middle school.
It’s so easy to transplant the groans onto a different scene, move Buck from the couch into either of their rooms. His head thrown back for different reasons, the groans still there, but now his shirt missing. Pants too. Eddie touching different warm flesh.
No!
Stop it!
Eddie wrenches his head away forcefully from where he’d been gaping at Buck’s head that was thrown back against the couch. He shouldn’t even have the soft thoughts about Buck, this is even worse. This is so far from being okay. This is wrong.
He’s perverted and a weirdo. His friend is getting relief from the pain and he is getting horny about it for the first time in his life. What the fuck is wrong with him? He’s already trapping Buck into a marriage, pathetically clinging to him. Now he’s also being a creep about it too? That’s unacceptable and a disgusting thing to do.
His hands feel dirtied by his thoughts and he haphazardly finishes. He wants to shove Buck off him, but doesn’t want to hurt him, so he settles on swiftly moving it to the coffee table, before jumping off the couch.
“Eddie?” Buck asks, sounding worried.
“I’m okay,” Eddie squeaks.
“Are you sure? You look jumpy. What’s going on in that brain of yours?”
“Uh, just nervous about tomorrow, I guess. I’m gonna go clear my head. Drive around a bit. Don’t wait up.”
He leaves a confused Buck behind, who blinks a few times at the empty spot where Eddie was just moments before. With a frown, he whispers to the silent room: “But you hate driving?”
Eddie is speeding to the fight club, getting the name on his list as many times as he can. He feels like it’s written all over his face that he did something wrong and he needs to replace that feeling of wrongness by the feeling of winning. Of being okay. Of doing something okay.
Maybe if he punches his opponents enough times, his hands will forget what Buck felt like? Maybe if he hears them groan in pain, he’ll forget how Buck sounded? Maybe if he fights enough, he’ll gain back control over his limbs, so they stop wanting to reach out to Buck?
Bosko is nowhere to be seen, which settles something in him. She is the only person who’d come over to speak to him, even with his jumpy attitude. Everyone else knows better and just leaves him alone. You don’t talk to people who don’t look like they want to be spoken to at fight club. It’s an unspoken rule.
That night, he swiftly works his way through three matches. He punches and he kicks and he blocks, letting the adrenaline take over and the world fade away.
A few hours later, he’s sweaty and more calm. He has beaten his thoughts into submission, wrestled his own mind back in line. He’s in control once more. He is winning. He isn’t going to be a creepy guy on top of it all. He has lived without those thoughts for all his life, he can continue to do so for the rest of it. He just needs to suck it up and deal with it.
As he is waiting for the sweat to cool somewhat, he is approached by a few guys. Mentally, he groans, but still greets them.
Everyone that comes here has a reason. If they think he can use some company, he can at least be polite in turning them down. Well, he can right now. If they’d come up to him before he got to punch three guys’s lights out, this conversation would have gone a little different.
“You’re pretty good at that,” one of the guys says. “You know, you have some talent. If you ever get sick of amateur hour, I got some other place you can let off some steam. Might even make you a pretty penny if you keep up that winning streak.”
Now Eddie knows he shouldn’t engage, shouldn’t hear them out. However, the idea of having a place like this where he won’t run into Bosko – that will give him outlet without having to think about whether he’ll have to confront what he doesn’t want to confront – sounds appealing.
Besides, he mentioned money. Eddie’s plan is providing for his family. They’re still half on Buck’s lesser income of medical leave. A side hustle won’t hurt.
So despite knowing better, he says: “What kind of place?”
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A/N:
I am a firm believing of demisexual Eddie Diaz, it just feel so true for him, so I had to put it in here, bc it’s so good <3
Also I know Bosko is being very pushy and I do not recommend doing that to anyone, shown in Eddie’s bad reaction to it, even if she means well. However, the 118 aren’t there to nose about and someone needs to be honest with this man and Bosko seems like the straight forward and slightly overstepping in that type, but just as a PSA, don’t push people about being queer when they tell you they don’t want you to.
And the poll results are in, so the people of tumblr have spoken: We are moving to three chapter uploads a week (I’ll switch back if I don’t like it, but honestly, vibe). So, new chapters are going to be dropping on Wednesday, Friday and Sunday. I still have AUAUs and additions planned, but those are gonna be moved to Monday or Tuesday, depending on when I feel like uploading
Returning to writing AUAUs after finally posting my season 8A Chris finds Eddie’s HS diary fic is so much fun, like I’m working on such a silly one right now, it’s good to be back :D
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depressedhouseplant · 11 months ago
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🔞 Just Fucking Write - Day 67 🔞
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Prompt: Royalty - Yunho x Fem!Reader
Tags: Narrator is female, unprotected sex, childhood friends to fucking in a garden, squirting, dirty talk
A/N: I feel like this is the lovechild of Day 24 & Day 37. I wouldn’t go so far as to say Yunho is cheating because he’s not technically engaged yet, but it’s the same vibe. You be the judge.
Yunho was waiting at the table in the gazebo when I arrived.
“You said six pm,” I said, checking my watch. It was 5:50.
“Maybe I wanted to make sure you were on time,” he said.
“It’s not my fault you’re always early,” I sat down across from him.
“Is that any way to talk to a prince?” Yunho teased.
“Is that any way to treat your best friend since we were toddlers?” I smiled. His smile faltered.
“What?”
“I’m getting married,” he blurted out.
“You’re what?” I stared at him.
“My parents just told me a little while ago. She’s some duchess from a place I’ve never even heard of. I told them I wasn’t going to marry a stranger, but they wouldn’t listen. I guess her family has money or land or something they want. I’ve never even met her, but they’ll be here tomorrow and they’re holding an engagement ceremony tomorrow night,” he was practically hyperventilating when he finished. I got up and knelt down in front of him.
“Breathe. It’ll be okay,” I held his face in my hands.
“How? My parents aren’t going to change their minds and I don’t want to marry a stranger. I don’t want to marry anyone,” he looked at me, the lights shimmering in his eyes.
“We are only 25,” I agreed.
“No, it’s not that. It’s because I’m in love with someone else,” he replied.
“What? Who? Why didn’t you tell me?” I went to pull my hands back and he caught my wrists.
“Because it’s you. I love you and I never knew how to tell you,” he said.
“How long?” I asked.
“Since I figured out what love was. I think I knew for sure when you went to college and I saw you with other guys. I got jealous,” he replied sheepishly.
“You know most of my male friends in college were gay, right?” I asked.
“I guess that didn’t matter to my lizard brain,” Even in the dark, I could see him blushing.
“Or your dick,” I smiled a little.
“I do think with my big head. Sometimes,” he smiled in return. I stood up, straddled his lap, and kissed him. I wasn’t one to examine my feelings too closely, but the kiss jolted something inside me. Something deep. Something old. Something that felt a lot like what I’d been told love feels like.
“That…” I began when we parted.
“Was something I’ve been wanting for a long time,” he finished.
“What else have you wanted?” I asked even though I was sure I knew the answer.
“You on my cock,” he replied, emboldened by our kiss.
“I think I’d like that too,” I kissed him again.
“I don’t have a condom,” he said.
“Don’t worry about it,” I got off his lap so he could open his jeans and pull down his underwear just enough to let his cock loose. His huge cock.
“I guess it is true what they say about guys with big hands,” I joked as I pulled off my panties. My pussy was almost dripping. Under any other circumstance I might have been embarrassed, but Yunho was my oldest friend, about to get engaged, and I wanted at least one ride on his cock before his parents forced him into a lifetime commitment.
“You know no one can hear us,” I said against his cheek when I seated myself on his dick.
“I know,” he replied.
“Then let me know how it feels to have my pussy on your dick,” I pulled the top of my dress down and unhooked my bra, letting my chest hang out. I didn’t usually wear dresses, but I was grateful that I had tonight. His hands almost completely held my boobs, periodically flicking my nipples as he ran his hands over them. I began to ride him hard.
“You feel so fucking good. So fucking wet. Everything I wanted,” he whined.
“Everything?” I tangled my fingers in his hair and kissed him again.
“Everything,” he confirmed. “I’m not gonna last.”
“That’s fine. I want you to make a mess of my pussy,” I replied. We couldn’t have been going for more than a few minutes before I felt his cock twitch inside me the first time.
“That’s it, baby. Let that fat cock wreck me. You’re gonna come in me so hard that you black out for a second,” I breathed.
“Yes,” he squeaked.
“But not before I squirt all over you. Bet you didn’t know I could do that,” I told him.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned as I clenched around him. I came, squirting all over his lap. A second clench and he was coming inside me. He bucked and moaned, emptying everything he had into me.
“This was not how I imagined our first time,” he said after he caught his breath. I was resting against his chest, still mostly exposed, playing with the collar of his shirt.
“But?” I prompted.
“But I’m glad I got to be with you once, Y/N,” he kissed my hair.
“Me too,” I agreed. “Me too.”
Damn his parents. Damn the monarchy. Most of all damn me for not seeing it all sooner.
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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years ago
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My Boyfriend Can Fall Asleep Anywhere (Slight NSFW 18+)
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AN: He acts like you don't know him like the back of your hand
Synopsis: Your loving boyfriend can fall asleep anywhere as long as he has his most comfortable pillow which is you
Pairing: Urban Wyatt x Reader
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"Babe, are you sure you still want to go? You hardly slept last night." You asked, while running your hand through his curls. 
You just knew he was about to fall over at any minute.
It was no secret how hard he worked all the time and you could tell that it was now catching up to him. He admitted that he hadn’t been sleeping a lot while on tour seeing how there were so many things going on and you took it upon yourself to come and spend time with him for a few weeks, hoping he would sleep better if you were near him.
“I’m fine, we can go.” He said leaning down to kiss you and you quickly gave him several pecks back.
“But…”
“We aren’t staying long anyway and then I’ll be able to go to sleep.”
“Um, the event isn’t even over until two in the morning.”
“We don’t have to stay that long, though.”
It was hilarious actually.
Urban was a known insomniac, however, he could fall asleep anywhere and has done it multiple times before. It could be in the middle of a full blown party and he would be knocked out on the couch.
“I’d rather you go to sleep now.”
“Before I give you this work?” Urban questioned and raised an eyebrow at you while you simply rolled your eyes.
“Urby, the only work that I’ll probably get from you is having you slide in me and fall asleep within five minutes. Cockwarming would suit this situation and not anything else.”
“Well damn.”
“But did I lie?”
“I plead the fifth.”
“Exactly.”
“Besides, I’m the one hosting the after party, how am I not going to show up?” Urban asked as he looked over at you changing out your shoes to match with the new outfit that you had put on.
“You’re about to fall asleep while we’re there, I know it.”
“Twenty dollars says I won’t.”
You did a double take to look at him and scoffed.
“Didn’t realize my boyfriend was so cheap.” You said while standing up and walking towards him. 
“I AM NOT! DIDN’T I JUST BUY YOU A CARTIER BRACELET? TAKE IT BACK.”
“NO!”
“FINE 50 DOLLARS!”
“Lord, help me.”
In one of the rare occasions, Jack would also be coming to the after party along with the rest of PG. You would think that because he would have all of his friends around him that it would be easier for him to stay awake, but you didn’t count on it and couldn’t wait for him to hand you your 50 dollars.
The after party was underway and you were currently sitting on Urban’s lap as he kept placing kisses along your neck. Once he had stopped doing that, you would look back at him every few minutes to make sure he was still awake since you noticed that his grip around your waist would loosen.
It was only a matter of time until he was out like a light.
And to think it was only midnight and there were two more hours to go.
“Baby? You okay?” You asked while turning around and looked to see that his eyes were closed and he had leaned his head back.
“I’m fine, I’m just resting my eyes.”
“And that’s what my dad says every single time before that man is out like a light. We got two more hours to go of this. Get this work my ass.”
“Don’t tempt me because I will give it to you right here.”
“You wouldn’t be able to stay awake long enough to get your dick out.”
“Wait a minute… URB?! ARE YOU SLEEP?!” Jack exclaimed while looking over at the two of you.
“NO!”
“NOT YET, ANYWAY!”
“BABY, CUT IT OUT!”
“YOU MIGHT AS WELL HAND ME MY MONEY NOW.”
“Wait, yall made a bet?” 2fo curiously asked while coming over to all of you with a drink in his hand.
“Only fifty dollars since my boyfriend is so cheap.” You said while rolling your eyes.
“Didn’t he just buy you a Cartier bracelet though?” Quiiso said while looking at your wrist.
“Doesn’t count, he only said fifty because he knows that he’s going to lose.”
Just then you felt Urban slide you off of his lap and you were now sitting next to him.
“What the?” You asked confused and looked over to see his extremely heavy eyes.
“Damn, Urb, just hand her the money now, you not about to last much longer.” You heard Shloob say from his spot on the other side of you.
Another twenty minutes had passed and you then noticed how Urban had now wrapped his arms around you and was face first in your boobs knocked out cold.
“And he said that he would be able to stay awake the entire time.” You said as you were simply playing in his hair.
“Is he? Is he really face first knocked out on your chest right now? In the middle of a party that he’s supposed to be hosting?”
“It never fails.”
You then heard muffling and realized that it was coming from Urban.
“Babe, what?!” You asked not understanding a word that he had just said. 
He then picked his head up to answer you before putting it back in its original position.
“I’m awake!”
“Urb, you were snoring face first in your girlfriend’s boobs. You were asleep.” Jack said while laughing at him.
“Run my girl her money.”
“Remind me to never get Urb to host any of my parties. How is he the host and he sleep?”
“For the last time, I’M AWAKE!”
“He’s just as bad as a toddler, fighting sleep.”
“He’s always been like that.”
“Yall are aware that I can hear, right?” Urban asked while turning his head to look over at them before going to face plant right back in your boobs.
“Urb, baby, your head is getting heavy. I didn’t realize I was going to be your pillow while we were here.”
“His head is kinda big.” Ace barely said above a whisper and you swore that you were probably the only one who heard him and laughed. 
Urban then looked up at you and pouted.
“Can we leave now?”
“Sure, as soon as you give me my money.” You said while kissing his nose and he immediately rolled his eyes in response.
“Or, how about that Cartier necklace I showed you the other day?” I mean, you might as well try, right?
“Don’t push it.”
“You’re just mad because your girlfriend was right.”
A little while later, the two of you were now laying in a comfortable silence in your hotel room after you had taken a quick shower and wrapped up your hair. You were surprised that Urban was still awake and all he was currently doing was staring at you. Even though your eyes were closed, you could still tell.
“Stop being a creep and go to sleep. You already fell asleep in my boobs earlier.”
“Do you blame me? They’re comfy and I’m not being a creep.”
“Then why are you staring at me?” You questioned him while peeking one eye open.
“Damn, I can’t look at my girl now?”
“You’re looking at me like you want something and my answer is about to be no because you need to go to sleep. Next thing you know Jack will be in the middle of performing and your ass will be asleep somewhere.”
“WILL NOT!”
“WILL TOO!”
“Anyway, remember what you said earlier?”
“I said a lot of things earlier and it was me primarily telling you that I knew that you would fall asleep.”
“Well, if you let me slide….”
“URBAN!”
“YOU SAID I COULD EARLIER!”
“All I said was that was probably the only thing you had enough energy for.”
“Sooooo? You gonna help me out or not?”
“Damn it, Urban. I swear I can’t stand you.” You said while sliding off your shorts and throwing them to the slide.
“That’s not what you were saying the other day when I had your cum running all over this dick.” Urban replied as you felt him slide into you. You tried your best not to give him the satisfaction of a reaction, but it happened anyway.
“Hmm my baby sounds like she wants me.” Urban whispered in your ear before kissing right below it and you immediately let out a whimper.
“I want you to go to sleep.”
“Hmm, really? Because your body is telling me otherwise.” You then felt Urban move his left hand downwards to rub massage small circles along your clit.
“If I ride you will you shut up and go to sleep?” You asked while glancing over your shoulder at him.
“You won’t hear a word out of me until tomorrow morning.” That was a lie, but you were desperate at this point for him to go to sleep.
You then sighed before flipping the two of you over without him slipping out of you and you lifted your hips up before slowing easing back down earning moans from the both of you.
“Shirt off now.” 
You then stopped your movements to slowly take off your shirt and was now on full display. All he could do was admire the sight in front of him.
“Damn, my girlfriend is beautiful.”
“I know, but you still haven’t given me my money yet.” 
“Ride me like you said you would and I’ll give you a lot more than that.”
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hugmekenobi · 1 year ago
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S2: The Bad Batch (11)
Chapter Eleven: Metamorphosis
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Gif by @dreamswithghosts
Hunter x femaleJedi!reader
Series Summary: Some time has passed since everything that happened at Kamino and you and the Batch are trying to figure out your place in the rapidly changing Imperial galaxy. And you're having to do all this whilst figuring out where your relationship with Hunter fits into it.
Chapter Summary: A final mission from Cid sees you encountering something that you never would've expected.
Masterlist for S1
<Previous Chapter
Genre: Friends (idiots) to Lovers (we're in the lovers stage now)
Chapter Warnings: Canon-typical violence, very light angst and feelings/protectiveness, Hemlock making an appearance
Word Count: 3.6K
Author's notes: Very much just sticking to the episode, with a couple little extra scene details but it'll be a more chill read for sure! Hope you still enjoy! Excited to begin work on Ch12 and please do let me know on this post if there is a preference cause sometimes I need a little creative help lol
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With you all having caught up on some sleep, it was time to get in touch with Cid and her reaction came as no surprise to any of you.
“Not sure what’s got you all twisted up in knots.”
“We were stranded on that planet, Cid. We needed you, and you left us.” Omega said hotly.
“You’re fine now, aren’t you? And you got your ship back.”
“Yeah, with no help from you.” Wrecker complained.
“Do you wanna mope or make money? Because I got a tip on a downed ship, which means cargo ripe for the taking. I’ll even give you 30% of the cut.”
You scoffed at the way she acted like she was giving you all a gift.
“That is our standard percentage.” Tech pointed out.
“All right. This one time, let’s say 35%.”
Wrecker thought that sounded okay but one glance at the rest of you told you that a better offer was expected.
“Okay, 40.” Cid said but again was met with hard stares. “Fine, 50% as a token of my goodwill, that you seem to have forgotten.” She added pointedly.
“Goodwill?” You repeated with a roll of your eyes.
Cid didn’t pay that any attention. “I’m sending you the intel now. Don’t come back unless you scavenge something valuable.”
“What makes you think we’d come back at all?” Hunter countered.
“Don’t test me, Bandana. Just get it done.” Cid snapped before she signed off.
Tech examined the intel on the datapad, “Severing ties with Cid could be problematic, considering what she knows about us. Perhaps we choose a diplomatic solution and complete this one last mission for her.” He suggested.
Hunter sat down and took the datapad from his brother. “Cid only sent coordinates. No ship transponder code or indication of what caused it to crash.”
“Limited intel. There’s a surprise.” You muttered as you stood beside Hunter’s seat.
“How hard could scavenging cargo be?” Omega offered.
“Omega, don’t ever lose that optimism.” You said affectionately before you heard a heavy breath leave Hunter’s lips and there it was again, that exhausted sigh. You placed a supportive hand on his shoulder.
--
Omega gasped from her room as the ship left hyperspace and entered the atmosphere, “There’s a village here.
“That would explain how the wreckage was reported so quickly.” Tech said in reply from his seat in front of the hall control panel. “The crashed vessel appears mostly intact. The cargo aboard should be in fair enough condition to transport.”
--
The ship landed and fully kitted up, you all left the ship, and searched for the vessel.
It didn’t take long to find.
“What kinda ship is this?” Wrecker asked as he studied the wreckage.
“Don’t know. No hull markings.” Hunter responded.
You shone your torch across it. Whatever had caused this ship to crash, it had made it crash hard. There were no signs of life and there was debris scattered all around the main crash site.
“Based on the severity of the impact and the lack of communication signals, the crew aboard most likely perished.” Tech said as he stared at his datapad.
Omega had climbed up to access the door. “We don’t know for sure. They could be trapped inside. Come on.”
“All this time with us, how has she kept this up?” You pondered as you made to follow her up.
“Couldn’t tell you.” Hunter agreed, a smile in his voice. He knew the rest of you had been hardened by war and had seen the very worst of people and it had left its mark. You all could find that hope when you really needed to, you wouldn’t have made it this far otherwise, but it didn’t come as easily as it used to, and he worried that that would start to show in Omega, but he was yet to see that. If she could keep that type of outlook and strength within her, then they’d have done something right.
--
The door whirred open, and Hunter and Omega shone their lights into the dark corridor, but it seemed to be clear.
Hunter led the way in.
--
The more you walked through the ship, the more uncomfortable you got. It was eerily silent and empty, yet you felt like you were just waiting for something to jump out from any number of the dark corners, leaving you with the sensation that you were intruding.
“Where is everyone?” Omega breathed.
Wrecker’s foot nudged something on the ground. “Oh, check it out.” He gasped eagerly as he picked it up. “High-volt electrostaff.”
You barely registered what he said, you were too busy examining the markings on the wall.
Tech followed your trail of light with his own. “Something unfortunate happened here.”
“Whatever did this wasn’t human.” You added.
“I will get the power restored and check data logs on the bridge.” Tech said.
“By yourself?” Omega whispered nervously.
“Yeah, I don’t know about that one, Tech.” You agreed.
“Your concern is not warranted. I will be fine.” Tech said dismissively.
“Famous last words of anyone whose wandered off into a creepy, dark space.” You muttered but your concern was obvious.
Tech simply shrugged. “I will rejoin you all momentarily.”
With a sigh, you split up and the four of you continued your exploration whilst Tech went to the bridge.
--
What the rest of you next discovered as you carried on exploring the ship was not what you were expecting. Your torch light shone on what appeared to be some sort of tank and you immediately noticed the abrupt change of temperature.
“Why is it so cold in here?” Wrecker asked.
“It’s some kind of lab.” Hunter deduced as he led the way around the room.
“This medical equipment is Kaminoan.” Omega said, her breath coming out as smoke.
“Huh. So, what’s it doing here?” Wrecker asked.
Omega looked down at a broken piece of equipment. “It’s their cloning technology but this configuration is different than anything I saw in Tipoca City.”
Hunter clicked his comm. “Tech, find anything on the bridge?”
--
“Not yet. Still rerouting the reserve power. Stand by. The grid should be restored momentarily.” Tech was then distracted by a loud clatter. He followed the sound to what he thought was the source which was a broken droid that was repeatedly saying ‘danger.’ “What happened? What attacked this ship?” He asked it but it simply stuttered ‘danger’ again powered down. It was then he heard the sound of something clanking above him again and he knew he needed to find his way back to the rest of you.
--
Wrecker examined and touched a gloopy like substance next to a section of scratched on the walls. He grunted in disgust. “These are reinforced walls. What were they keeping in here?”
There was a faint creaking sound echoing throughout the room and the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. “I don’t know, but it’s still on board.”
The sound of water dripping and something chittering about you all started to grow louder and it was then you caught sight of a creature you’d never seen before hanging upside down from the ceiling, saliva dripping form it’s jaws but there was also an electric spark coming from its mouth which reminded you of something, but you couldn’t remember what.
“Hunter, what is that?” Omega whispered.
“Back away slowly.” Hunter ordered quietly. He kept a protective arm out in front of Omega as he did so.
You all did as he said but suddenly a pipe burst and you all instinctively turned to look at it but when your attention went back to where the creature had been, you were horrified to see that it had jumped down from the ceiling and was now stalking towards you all.
You made to step out, but Hunter’s hand caught your wrist.
“You’re not going to try and connect with this.”
“Hunter-”
“This isn’t something that’s up for debate. It’s an order. You’re not going near it.” He said firmly as he pulled out his blaster.
“Hunter, this isn’t going to help.” You hissed as you reluctantly did as he said and drew your blaster.
“This thing destroyed this ship. I’m not taking any chances here.”
Wrecker attempted to stab it with the electrostaff but the creature simply snatched and swallowed it.
You, Hunter, and Wrecker let out a series of shots as the creature screeched and made to lunge for you. There wasn’t a fatal hit but luckily your actions seemed to be off putting enough as it retreated back up to the ceiling.
The four of you stayed on guard but it was then that the power came back on so at least that made seeing this thing an easier task.
Any relief at having actual light was short lived for a rattle behind you saw you all turn to see the animal again only this time it didn’t hesitate to charge at you all.
You- thanks to your Force abilities- were able to dive over it and Hunter reacted quickly enough to grab Omega and jump out of the way. Wrecker unfortunately got knocked to the side.
The four of you sent a round of blaster fire down the corridor after the creature but it was too fast and too slinky for any shot to find a weak point and it turned around the corridor out of sight.
“Tech, we’ve got a problem. Get off the ship. Now!” Hunter urged into his comm.
--
Tech was already running as he replied, “I suspect this is some type of research vessel.”
--
“We know!” You said as the four of you ran through the corridors whilst keeping an eye out for any sign of the creature.
“And whatever they were researching just got loose.” Omega added.
“And it’s headed your way.” Hunter informed him.
--
You all rounded the corner to be met with an incredibly bizarre sight: the creature appeared to be feeding off the electricity coming from one of the power outlets on the ship and the creature itself seemed to be using it as a way to… grow?
“Does that thing look different to you?” Wrecker asked nervously.
It did but again, something about this animal was striking some degree of familiarity in you and you were infuriated that you couldn’t think of how or why that was the case.
Tech had appeared on the opposite side of the corridor, but he came to an abrupt halt as he witnessed what this animal was doing. He was not deterred by the fact that now its attention was on him, in fact he liked that it gave him a brief moment to study it. “Fascinating.” He murmured to himself as he watched the electrical energy be absorbed by the animal.
The four of you weren’t prepared to let the creature get closer to him. You opened fire once more to distract it.
“Take cover.” Tech ordered you all as he pointed his blaster to one of the power outlets.
Wrecker picked up Omega and turned to shield her body with his own whilst Hunter did the same with you, minus the picking up part.
Tech fired the shot.
The explosion created a hole in the ship which gave the creature the chance to slip away.
You all followed it out but lost sight of it in the woods.
Tech lowered his visor and saw the fading heat signature of the animal. “The creature appears to be headed in the direction of the village.”
“We’re the ones who let it out. We have to neutralize it before it hurts anyone.” Hunter said.
“How? Our blasters our useless on it.” Wrecker countered.
“Given the fact that the crew was most likely eaten by the creature, I doubt it is currently hungry-” Tech said nonchalantly.
“It ate the crew?” Omega interrupted, backing into you with fear.
You laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. “How is that helping, Tech?” You scolded.
“It ate the crew.” Omega repeated breathlessly.
“Just stop.” You advised as you saw Tech getting ready to say something else.
“Access the lab files and find out what species we’re dealing with and how to stop it.” Hunter directed Tech.
“Mmm, I can help.” Omega offered, finding her courage again. “I know my way around Kaminoan tech.”
“Go.” Hunter said. “You two, with me.” Hunter ordered you and Wrecker and the three of you set off for the ship.
--
“Hunter, if we can’t take care of this thing before it hurts anyone, you need to let me at least try my way.” You said as you got into the co-pilot’s seat whilst he got the ship in the air.
“I know.” Hunter agreed. He regretted not letting you do it earlier, he’d let emotion be the ruling judgement in the heat of the moment. Balancing both his professional and personal relationship with you was something he was still finessing.
“See anything?” Wrecker called from the gun turret as he scanned the woods below.
You looked at the scopes. “Zero, two, five.”
Wrecker saw it then. It was moving fast. His shots couldn’t make a hit and it disappeared from view.
“Did you get it?” Hunter asked.
“No.” Wrecker grunted.
--
Tech had managed to infiltrate the lab’s files. “Look at this.” He said to Omega as he examined the information on his datapad. “These appear to be designs using the creature’s genetic material for modified armour plating. That must be why it was unaffected by our blaster fire.”
“Then how do we stop it?” Omega asked.
“Uncertain.” Tech unplugged and moved on to the next panel. “However, this confirms that the species feeds on energy, which propels its rapid growth.”
“You mean it’ll get even bigger?!”
Tech’s eyes widened as he stared at the information on the screen. “Yes. Much bigger.”
--
Your jaw dropped as you watched out the window as the ship past over the woods. The creature had reached a power plant and had drastically transformed and then it hit you. “Hey, I recognise it now!” You hadn’t been there the day Coruscant was attacked but you had seen the holonet reports and the images were pretty memorable.
“You recognise it?” Hunter repeated, stunned.
“I wasn’t there and I’m blanking on what it’s called but it attacked Coruscant a few years ago.” It was then that Tech’s voice came through the comms and confirmed what you were saying.
“Hunter, the creature is the same species that attacked Coruscant during the war. You must not let it get near the power grid or it will increase exponentially in size.”
Yeah, you were pretty clued into that now. “We were a bit late on that one, Tech.” You responded as the creature spotted your ship and let out a roar.
Hunter took evasive action but not before the creature’s tail collided with the side of the ship.
“Still want me to drop you off?” Hunter glanced at you as he righted the ship.
You grimaced. “Uh maybe not right now.” The animal was too aggressive now, too scared and felt to threatened. There would be no room for you to work your way into forming any kind of bond with it. If it really came down to it, you would go but it didn’t need to happen right away yet.
Hunter was quietly relieved although he knew that if things got too out of hand, you would be the only option they had left.
--
The best strategy you guys had come up with to protect the village was being the source of distraction. Wrecker continuously opened fire on it but it was having no effect.
“Stop it before it gets any larger.” Hunter said to Wrecker.
“I’m trying!” Wrecker shouted back.
You took a deep breath. “Hunter, you gotta put me in there.” It was the only other option you had.
Hunter’s jaw clenched but he nodded.
You moved towards the door but just as Hunter got the ship in position, the alarms went off. “We’ve got ships on our tail.” He swerved the ship out the way as they opened fire.
You stumbled backwards. “Where’d they come from?” You said as you righted yourself and Gonky before you went back to the cockpit. There was no chance of you getting down to the animal now.
“Hold on.” Hunter signalled as he kicked the ship into high gear.
“Tech, Omega, you’ve got Imperial inbound. Get out of there.” You said urgently into you comm.
--
Omega picked up her comm as she heard your voice. “On our way.” She replied before she looked to Tech who showed no signs of hustle as he stared at his datapad. “Tech, let’s go.”
“Not yet. I am not finished transferring all of the data.”
An explosion sounded outside, and the ship shook with the impact of it and the power went out.
“Come on.” Omega implored before she started to run.
Tech followed her but their way off the ship was tricky as it was starting to fall apart. The explosions continued to surround them. They managed to vacate it but not before a series of ships passed overhead and fired down at the wreckage.
Tech grabbed Omega and took cover from the resulting large explosion behind a larger piece of debris as the ship got completely destroyed.
--
You were too busy avoiding the other Imperial ships to see what exactly had been done to the creature, all you caught sight of was the power plant exploding. “They’re not killing it. They’re taking it.” You murmured as you saw the now unconscious creature being taken up into another Imperial ship. What could the Empire possibly want with something like that?
“Let’s not be next.” Hunter said, pulling you out of your thoughts.
“Hunter, they’re going to take that village.” You said quietly, unhappily, as you caught sight of some ships taking up position in front of the houses, but you knew that there was nothing you could do. You were outnumbered and Tech and Omega needed you guys to get them out.
“We can’t help them.” Hunter said regretfully. He wished they could, but they’d be no good to anyone if they were dead and if they didn’t get out of here soon, that’s how they would wind up and Tech and Omega needed out of there too.
--
Tech and Omega paused for breath and Tech tapped into his comm. “Hunter, we’re clear of the vessel and heading to the landing zone.”
“Copy that.” Hunter acknowledged and he got the ship in position. He didn’t let it land though, there were too many ships on their tail to do that. The best he could do was slow it down and open the main doors.
Tech leaped onto the stairs and grabbed Omega’s hand as she jumped up after him to get her secure. The two of them made their way into the ship and sat, with Tech making sure Omega’s safety support was down first before he did his own.
Hunter got the ship out of there and sent it into hyperspace.
--
“The crashed vessel was part of the Imperial cloning operation.” Tech informed the rest of you as he sat in front of one of the control panels in the ship corridor.
“The Empire cloned the Zillo Beast?” You echoed as you stood behind Tech’s chair and studied the information on the screen.
“Yes and no.” Tech responded. “The directive came straight from the Supreme Chancellor before he became Emperor.”
“What’s he want with it?” Wrecker asked.
“The creature’s genetic material has the potential to be weaponized in the hands of the right scientist.”
“Where were they taking the creature?” Hunter asked his brother.
“Unknown. The ship did not have a destination logged. Hunter, there is far more to this than we realised. From what I have gathered, I suspect the Empire did not destroy the cities on Kamino to end cloning.”
“They wanted to control it.” You said softly but there was a hint of anger in your voice.
“Indeed.” Tech said in agreement.
Hunter set off towards the cockpit but paused hallway and turned back to face Tech. “Send the data to Echo and Rex. See what they can find out.”
--
Daro
“Doctor. The creature has been recovered and is now safely secured below.”
“Good. And our other guest?”
“The shuttle is arriving now.”
The doctor set off towards the landing platform with a squad of troopers. “Did any of the villagers see the Zillo?” He asked the leader.
“Several. The locals have been detained and will be dealt with. However, one vessel escaped our assault. It was a military class shuttle.”
“Find out who it was.”
“Yes sir.”
The doctor watched on ahead as the shuttle landed. “Hello, Prime Minister.” He greeted the Kaminoan as he came off the ship. “Apologies. Former Prime Minister.”
“Why have I been brought here?”
“The cooperation of you chief scientist has not been forthcoming. Nale Se’s defiance is problematic.”
“It must be frustrating to have your resources but lack the expertise to achieve your goal. And if you fail to convince her, it won’t be long before you are in a cell like me.”
The doctor was not intimidated. “I fear you misunderstand your situation here. If you know of a way to persuade the scientist, now would be the time to mention it.”
“Indeed. In exchange for my freedom.”
“I’m listening.”
“There is a particular clone you must locate. A young girl. She is the key to controlling Nala Se.”
“How very interesting.” The doctor invited him to follow him inside. “It seems we have much to discuss.”
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