#phew finished this fucker on time

[dashi-inu]

Gladion be looking like a valentine 💮🌸🌺

A piece for GladionDay / グラジオの日 !!

[divinefireangel]

Reaction: performing a strip tease 😳

*sush.exe has stopped working*💀👀

Warnings: Smut. Suggestive. Minor hints at strength kink. Sensual touching. Dom/sub tones. Hwi's bit is filthy. Again. Female anatomy.

Youngbin

He's in awe

But he's also getting hornier with each move of yours

Babyboy feels so lucky to be experiencing this

He wants to compliment you, but you keep shushing him

Well, you do want him to enjoy so 👀

But he is also very Daddy

Once you finish and straddle his lap, his palms start to remove his shirt

A smirky smile on his face cause he knows

He knows you wanna be rewarded yet be punished and he is more than ready to fuck you senseless

OKAY OK LISTEN he will be the most teasing too like, flipping you on your back and bringing his face close to your neck or breasts but not kissing or nuzzling and just breathing there till you start to squirm a lot

Then he'll happily punish you till you prolly pass out 🤐🤐🤐

Inseong

The most impatient lemme tell you

Like, he won't even let you finish your lil show

Already moaning your name before you start

Eyes cute yet curious yet cocky

Trying to pull you closer everytime you walk towards him

And if you do it too many times, phew babe

He'll be getting up from his spot to rush to you

Pushing you on the nearest surface

Cupping your face, breasts, waist, hips, ass anything he fucking can get his hands on

Lips greeting yours with so much force the air in your lungs gets knocked out

Also he'll be so needy and greedy for you he starts to grind his hips into your thighs 👀

Jaeyoon

Jae will stay so quiet as you perform your performance

Just breathing heavily, eyes literally fucking you before he does

Gulping every time you touch your body and trying his best not to drool

With each piece of your clothing, even his comes off

His tongue slithers out his mouth so many times

Literally ready to devour you once you finish

And oh boy when you do?

Mans is pulling you onto his lap

Lips attaching to your neck, right at your sweet spot

Hands kneading your ass, going a little too close to your core

Stands with you still in his arms and flips you both so he's on top 👀

"You did so much work for me Jagi, let me take care of you"

Dawon

SO HANDSY OMG

Literally cannot keep his hands off you

Every time a piece of clothing comes off, his hands are reaching to touch your skin and pull you close

His chest is heaving and it's only getting faster as you get naked

He wants to kiss you so much too

When it gets too much for him, which happens real soon aka maybe one or two pieces of clothing are off

He will not wait at all for you to finish

Aggressively pulls you onto his lap and grinds you cores together

So loud and so desperate and can't stop kissing you and moaning your name again and again

These times are when he fucks you the fastest, and makes sure you both cum at lightning speed

So just imagine how fast his cock will be sliding in and out of your core

Zuho

Okay so initially, he's a surprised kitten

Gulping and watching your body move like a hawk

There's 2 possibilities

One: If you're taking too long, he's gonna whine and ask you to go faster

But he will let you shush him and continue your lil show 👀

Waiting for his chance to eat you up 🤭

Or Two: When you do take too long, he will lose all his patience

Aka

He will push you down on the bed and rip

Yes rip

Like tear open your clothes or lingerie and fuck you till your legs go numb from shaking that much

And he definitely uses the strength in his hips to rattle the bed against the wall

Pretty fingers wrapped around your throat to quiet you so you don't end up waking the cats 😣

Rowoon

Holy fuck this fucker

He will be the cockiest of all

And I mean he's gonna be controlling your stripping from where he is seated with his legs angled wide enough to be able to see his dick as it gets hard for you and be intimidated by it

He'll tell you to let you hair free first, then ask you to strip this then that and also ask you to sway your hips more

And most importantly 👀

When he beckons you to come closer to him, you better go sexily 🤭

His spanks are gonna be harsher than normal cause his heart is going feral at the thought of being the only person who gets to see you like that

Mind you he might forget how much larger he is than you and unintentionally he sweetly hurts you

Like imprinting his handprint on your ass

Cresent shaped bruises on your hips that he held down while driving his length in your heat till he came 👀

Yoo Taeyang

HOLY SHIT THE MASTER OF ALL

King of kings, Yoo Taeyang.

Tbh I think he'll be the first in the relationship to give a striptease to you

And when you give him one for the first time, he's kinda proud...?

He's all smiley and happy while you try to be more sexy that you already are 👀

Man's will worship the hell out of you

Not failing to kiss your lips till your only reaction to him coming close to your face is wanting to kiss him

It's kinda like hot giggly sex

And to show his appreciation he'll make sure you cum atleast twice on his tongue and lose count when it's his dick 👀🙈

Pulling his hair, almost screaming each time he fucks you, wanting to be so close to him, back arching into his body, desperately pulling him closer and closer for a kiss FUCK

Hwiyoung

Dom Hwi, will bite his lip while watching you

A small smile on his face the entire time

Patting his thighs for you to sit on

So he can kiss you sweetly while spanking your ass for not doing this sooner 👀

Dom Hwi will also mark you up real good

You literally won't be able to find some skin without any lovebites

Whether it be your neck, chest, back, thighs, shoulders

Sub Hwi tho, a kitten bb

Wants to touch you so much

Wants you to sit on his face

And use his tongue and mouth till you cum multiple times by just riding his pretty face

Sub Hwi will also love it if you stuff your panties in his mouth while you ride him till he runs out of cum 👀😈

Chani

This fucker has a cocky smirk on his face the whole time

Lemme tell you, he feels like a king

Cause a beauty like you is surrendering themselves to him

His hands on either side of him, lower lip caught in between his teeth, heavy breaths through his nose that you can hear clearly

But he still is a baby boy 👀

His eyes won't know where to look

At you face? That holds so much lust in your eyes

Or your skin that's slowly getting exposed

Or your hands? Removing your clothing, bit by bit? 👀

Unknowingly he starts to thrust his hips into air

His dick hard enough to probably bruise you when he does enter you

Which happens really fast too 😈

SF9 Masterlist

[twilightofthe]

Visions 7: The Elder (subbed)

K, gonna confess, I’ve probs been looking forward to this one the most ever since I saw the trailer, idk just something about the design of the old Darkside man, it Intrigued Me

Oh, this is the other Trigger one!

Hwoah totally different art style than The Twins

SHIT FUCK ANOTHER HOT MASTER

BRUH STOP IT MY EYES CAN ONLY TAKE SO MUCH

FUCK

Lol already enjoying this Master and Padawan dynamic

Dawww Dan is a sweetheart and a good boy, I hope he turns out okay!

pffff lookit this old fucker’s lil’ Sith hovel ship xD

idk why but it reminds me of Eeyore’s house from Winnie the Pooh

Ooooh yep the Sith character design is GOOD

I adore the saber animation in this

AHHH FUCK NO DAN I SPECIFICALLY SAID FOR YOU TO BE OKAY xD

oh PHEW he’s not dead

THE RAIN HISSING OFF THE SABERS AHAHAHAAAAAA I LOVE THAT I LOVE THAT

oh cool finishing move

daaaaaamn that bitch DISINTEGRATED

oh phew Dan is okay

ooooh i’m liking the whole inevitability of death thing this one’s got going on in the theme

the parallels of the elder generations teaching the younger ones and training them to take their places and learn from their mistakes

Don’t worry old master guy you’re not TOO old yet and still V Hot <3

OKAY OKAY I’M DONE

No but really this was a good episode!  A bit subtler than expected but I did like what was going on!

The Master/Padawan dynamic was exquisite, it felt so familiar to the other ones we’ve known but at the same time completely unique!!!!!

I just realized it didn’t have super dramatic music.  Most was subtle, like the plot and the actions driving them.  I appreciated that

Trigger is a very flexible studio if I compare this to The Twins, which I hardly can as they’re so different!!!!!

[obeiii-mee]

Hi there! If its okay, could i ask for headcannons of the brothers finding out MC is an Artist? Something like, finding there sketchbook or napkins w doodles on them jfjdjs Or maybe they catch MC glancing at them alot while trying to draw them? hfjd Ty!! Your writing is really good~

Of course it’s OK! I’ve always liked the idea of MC having a really interesting hobby and teaching the brothers about it. I feel like all the brothers would be very supportive of them, even if they all had various reactions to their hobby but I really love writing wholesome moments like that. Sorry this took longer to come out, I made them really long to make up for it!

Also thank you. Your compliment means a lot :)

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The Brothers’ reactions to MC being an artist:

Lucifer:

-Well if you’re going to glance at him every two minutes, he’s bound to notice

-I mean, you’re pretty damn obvious

-Lucifer got pretty used to you whipping out your sketchbook whenever you could

-So for you to start doodling in his office while he worked wasn’t exactly unheard of

-He caught you staring at him before looking back down at your drawing, continuing your series of furious scribbles

-Now you piqued his interest

-“You seem very focused there love. What are you drawing?”

-Scared the crap out of you because he rarely ever talks when he’s working

-You were reluctant to show him but Lucifer has his insisting face on

-When you passed him the sketchbook, he momentarily froze

-Your drawing was so detailed and full of emotion, capturing him slumped over his desk, exhausted but determined to finish the work he’s been assigned

-He was so surprised and stunned, for a second, he forgot to breathe

-“It’s not exactly one of my best drawings yet but-“

-“You never fail to impress me MC.”

-He suspected you were drawing him but he wasn’t expecting this much effort to be put into it

-He would definitely keep all your drawings of him

-Loves all your work but secretly adores your sketches of him best

-Lucifer would occasionally look over your shoulder while you sketch, taking a peek at what you’re drawing and smile to himself

-He’s never felt this much pride for someone else before

Mammon:

-Was pissed you would rather spend time with an object rather than him

-It annoyed him at first because he couldn’t tell if you were listening to him or not while you had your nose stuck in your sketchbook

-Basically, he was jealous of a sketchbook

-You can’t do that Mammon, that’s Levi’s thing

-So one day he decided to see what the fuck was so great about that giant notebook you always have with you

-He turned your entire room upside down searching for the damn thing before finding it

-He flipped through it and I’m sure the entire House of Lamentation could hear his gasp

-You drew him for pages and pages in all sorts of positions and styles and he was a flustered tomato going through them

-You willingly drew him? The scum of a demon who could never do anything right unless it involved money? You put your time and effort into these sketches and doodles despite him being condescending and a dick at times?

-Excuse me but this man is already head over heels in love with you, you can’t keep giving him reasons to fall for you

-He was so engrossed into your work that he didn’t notice you behind him

-“Mammon why is there a mess in my room-“

-“HOLY SHI-AHHH!!!”

-Too embarrassed to even think of an excuse for going through your shit

-“Ah those...I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have drawn you without your permission Mammon-“

-“Are ya kiddin’ me? MC, I feel insulted that you didn’t tell me about this sooner. Can...Can I keep some of ‘em??”

-Now he insists that you draw him as often as possible and would even pose for you (he loves the attention let’s be real)

-He wants to see all of your drawings and will endlessly support you

-Thought about using your skill as a way to make money because art can be very expensive

-But in the end, he dropped the idea

-Why would he sell something so precious to him??

Levi:

-He probably has a sketchbook too

-You guys draw Ruri-chan together in your own styles

-Levi always insists that you’re much better at drawing than him tho

-Your talent makes him a little jealous but at the same time he’s fascinated

-Was so surprised when he found out you were into sketching

-Levi was even more surprised when you showed him all the drawings you’ve worked on for your favourite anime and video game characters

-OK but how come you’re so perfect? Not only are you a lovely person that is willing to watch anime with him without insulting his opinions but you can draw? W...h...a...t...?

-He requests several sketches of ‘The Tale of the Seven Lords’ characters and will actually tape them to his wall

-Some of them are right on his Ruri-chan shelf

-“Hey normie, do you...do you mind teaching me how to draw? I want to learn.”

-Is 100% determined to learn how to properly sketch from you

-You started drawing him as well, usually while he games

-You better stop, he’ll have a nosebleed if you keep being so nice to him!

-Draw him as an anime character and he will start fangirling

-“Phew. OK I’m finished.”

-“What did you draw?”

-“Hentai.”

-“This. Is. A. Masterpiece.”

-Will proudly show your work to his brothers (usually the same drawing more than five times)

-What did an otaku like him do to deserve you??

Satan:

-He found out you were an artist fairly quickly

-I meant he found tissues with doodles you left behind everywhere

-He kept all of them

-It was so refreshing for him to see you so invested in your drawings the same way he is in his reading

-You’re still under the impression you’re being sneaky by drawing him while he has his nose in his books

-You ended up finally gathering enough courage to show him one of your portraits of him

-He had a reaction similar to Lucifer’s really

-Praise!

-He made your drawing into a bookmark

-Idk how but he did

-You leave him a few doodles of you and him being all lovey dovey and he absolutely adores them

-Will lose his marbles if anyone says anything remotely negative about your style or talent

-Draw him fluffy animals pls he will literally have them framed and fixed up in his room

-Also if you draw any of his brothers (specifically Lucifer let’s be real) in a silly way he will actually start snorting with laughter

-You sketch him pretty damn often and he can’t really complain

-It’s really peaceful when you two are in the library and you’re working on your doodling while he reads aloud to you

-Buys you equipment like pens and pencils and even sketchbooks when he knows you’re running out

-He’s really delighted when you come over to show him your drawings

-Once he caught you staring at a cat as you started sketching it

-He actually didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much

Asmo:

-Noisy little fucker that he is and in need of drama, he looked through your sketchbook

-Thought it was a diary at first but nope

-Imagine his surprise when he found pages upon pages of drawings of his brothers and him

-Except his weren’t really a surprise

-He’s gorgeous of course you would want to draw him

-But oh my God, do you realise how much he values art??

-I know he looks as if he only thinks about sex but he definitely has a thing for creativity and art like painting and photography

-“MC darliiiing~? Why didn’t you tell me you can draw?”

-He actually shrieks at how well you’ve captured his beauty

-He insists that they look like actual pictures of him

-Takes several pictures of all of them and posts them on DevilGram

-A bit salty when you drawing anything else but him

-However, he can’t deny that you’re one of the most talented individuals he ever met

-He comes up to you every day and lractically begs you to draw him

-One time you came in your room to find him naked and asking you to draw him

-Is actually kinda good at drawing himself

-Specifically people

-He has enough experience exploring the human body so he surprisingly enough, knows a thing or two when it comes to body proportions

-“MC draw me like one of your french girls~”

-I’m sorry I had to do that

-He also likes the attention he’s getting when he poses for you

-He may think he’s the most beautiful being in all three realms but he definitely thinks you’re the second

-So he often offers to draw you too

-He likes having cozy chats with you while you draw

Beel:

-You left your sketchbook behind in the kitchen with him

-Mammon needed your assistance to get down from where Lucifer hanged him after one of his failed money schemes

-He knocked a glass of milk nearby it and had a panic attack for a minute

-Legitimately thought he ruined the whole thing

-Was actually about ready to cry because he knew how important your sketchbook was to you

-Looked through it just to make sure there were no splotches or anything

-To say he was relieved when he realised it was fine would be an understatement

-He was kinda drawn to your sketches, most of them carefully drawn and expressive, even some of the ones you scribbled out

-One specific drawing caught his eye though

-You drew him and Belphie together, with his twin brother’s head resting on his shoulder while Beel ate

-He was mesmerised by your talent and by your thoughtfulness

-Beel felt bad about it but he kept looking through your sketches, enchanted by everything in it

-You drew him and his brothers several times

-It’s safe to say the discovery of your drawings brightened his day

-Gave back your sketchbook later

-He apologised for going through it without your permission more than he needed to

-You had to accept his apology because he looked like a kicked puppy

-Feels very honoured whenever you let him look at your work

-Is more than happy to pose for you!

-But that might be a bit of a problem seeing as he tends to move around a lot

-“Whoa, that looks just like me! The food I’m eating looks really realistic too...which is making me hungry. Let’s go to Hell’s Kitchen, you can finish this there!”

-Supportive bean

-You gave him a family sketch of him and all of his brothers once

-Normally, he only likes gifts he can eat

-But he treasures that drawing more than food at times

-“This...this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me! Thank you MC! But uh, someone’s missing in this drawing.”

-“Ah shit, who did I miss?”

-“You.”

-If anything ever happens to Beel or his happiness I swear to Lord Diavolo-

Belphie:

-OK but you left your notebook just sitting there right next to him???

-How do you expect him not to look through it?

-Belphie doesn’t care much for privacy

-And he doesn’t exactly have morals either

-He didn’t even know you were into drawing

-Which to be fair, wasn’t scandalous considering he sleeps 20 hours a day

-But he wants to be more involved in your interests so that’s why he took initiative with your sketchbook

-Idk what he was expecting but definitely not a sketch of him staring back at him

-His heart skipped a beat but I don’t even know if demons have hearts

-The cheeky little shit took pictures and may or may not have made on your drawings of him his wallpaper

-Most of the drawings were of him sleeping, surprising...absolutely no one

-“So that’s what you’re up to whenever I go to sleep huh? So cute~”

-But besides all that, he is really touched

-I mean, if there’s anyone undeserving of your love and respect is the piece of shit of who tried to kill you

-Yet here you are, continuously showering him with affection and now this

-Probably spent hours looking at your sketchbook while you were at R.A.D

-Didn’t say anything to you when you came back except handing your notebook back to you

-Though he was less of a smartass and more affectionate for the rest of the day

-Next morning, you took the liberty of waking up before him and sketching him again

-He grabbed your arm halfway through your doodling and grinned at you from under the covers

-“Drawing me again huh? You won’t mind me doing this while you’re at it then right?”

-Now he’s sleeping in your lap

-Whenever you show him your work, he makes a small approving noise but he’s seriously impressed

-Draw Lucifer or Lord Diavolo in any offensive manner and he will actually start giggling

-Gets all huffy puffy when you draw his brothers instead of him (we all know Beel is the exception)

-I may have a thing for Belphegour

Al~

[wheremytwinwatches]

[Where My Twin Watches]: Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood Episode 24

Last time: Lan Fan gave Bradley a hand, May finally showed up again but at the worst time possible, and Gluttony did some home redecorating. Onwards!

Looks like Envy’s having a snack. Or dropping food off? Oh! Doctor Marcoh, you’re alive! Ergh, but he’s a sacrifice candidate, being kept prisoner by the Goths in case their Protagonist prospects don’t work out. Aha! Called it! Way back when Hughes was investigating, he was hunched over a map with circles, I said that the Goths were going to make a giant TC like Mr. Freeze did in the first episode. Only this won’t be limited to just one city, but the entire country. Wait, what? “So close, not quite. But you’re on the right track.” If that’s not their plan, then what is? Envy you jerk, threatening Marcoh’s village if he doesn’t cooperate with them. Although it’s kinda a lose-lose scenario for the Doc: Refuse to aid the Goths and his village is destroyed, help the Goths and the entire country including the village gets the ax. Envy taunts Marcoh for not doing the “logical” thing, saying humans put emotions before common sense, like- [Envy]: “I killed a man who was like that once. All I had to do was make myself look like his wife, and he was helpless. He couldn’t even fight me.” Yeah you can just shut up right now. Episode 24 - “Inside the Belly” In Central Bradley’s taking a nighttime stroll when wait what’s this? [Pride]: “The humans seem to be giving you quite a bit of trouble lately, don’t they… Wrath. Hm?” Hello, we’ve got a new Goth? The last of the Seven Deadly Sins, in fact! Sounds like a kid. Pride seems curious that Wrath is in a good mood, the Fuhrer is actually sounding kinda wistful, saying that as powerful as he is and how things have gone according to Father’s plan the Protagonists still have them “scrambling in circles.” I’m getting some Worthy Opponent vibes from Bradley here, he actually talks about moving over for the younger generation. Huh! But Pride chides him for his foolishness, that Father could see such comments as treason. Setting aside this new Goth for now, we’re back at the country house where Riza’s looking in shock at Gluttony’s new doorway. Yikes ok, Gluttony’s gotten a bit of a power transformation, you may wanna step back and let the Alchemists deal with this one Lieutenant. Ling grabs Lan Fan while Mustang musters the others to attack; despite the effort it took to catch Gluttony he’s free now and knows their identities, they can’t let him escape. Mustang casts Fire!... and Gluttony just swallows it and burps. Uh oh.

[Ed]: “Hey, that worked well!” [Roy]: “Think you can do better? Be my guest!” Into the forest, split up! Gluttony’s still after Mustang, but Riza’s caught up and is distracting it with headshots. Oof, but Roy’s injuries from Lust are acting up, good guys don’t get healing like the Goths do. Goths r OP, plz nerf. Doc (the military one, not Marcoh) is going to drive the Xinglings out of there, but there’s a red-eyed dog watching? A Goth chimera? Uh, Roy? Roy, Gluttony is right behind you, you may wanna move Roy you need to move now Oh! Phew, Roy sacrificed his coat for a decoy, the gang’s all at the car now. The Elrics toss “the invalid” in, saying that he’d just get in the way with his current injuries. Besides, there’s that whole “Our Supreme Leader is a Goth” thing, Roy might want to get on that. The Elrics and Ling are staying behind to get what they can out of Gluttony. Riza holds out one of her pistols for Ed, Al says oh for- seriously?! Not getting into the Gun Debate here, but regardless of killing people/protecting your lives we’ve seen what guns can do to Goths (jack all), better to just use Alchemy… ah. Ok, I get it now. [Flashback!Ed to Winry]: “It’s your hands… They weren’t meant to kill.” This is more than just taking a weapon, it’s taking the responsibility. Second Rule of Firearms, after all; “Never point a gun at anything you are not willing to destroy.” As powerful an Alchemist as Edward is, he’s never done anything more than injure enemies and scare them off, I don’t think he’s even ended another life. But that may not be an option with Gluttony. Edward Elric takes the gun. Ling tells Riza to look after Lan Fan, and the three run into the forest. Back to Gluttony and his Eraser Gun, no way our heroes are going to be able to face him head-on. So what’s the plan? Apparently step one is to cower behind some trees sweating nervously and having second thoughts. [Ling, master of the understatement]: “He seems to be a bit angry.” Rustling in the bushes? Ominous music?

Wait, what?!

Aw crap, it’s Envy. Ed is immediately on the offensive after yet another “pipsqueak” comment, Envy… doesn’t want to fight? Just here to get Gluttony back? Ah right, they’re still holding out on Roy or the Elrics being their Sacrifice, Envy’s gotta get Gluttony back under control before he harms potential resources. And with two Goths now, I’m thinking they might just have to let them go. At least Ling’s been able to identify Envy as another Goth with his Homunculus-Sense, he can- run away as fast as he can, since he doesn’t have the same Potential Sacrifice protection that the Elrics have. But hey, the Goths aren’t allowed to hurt the Elrics, which they take full advantage of to separate the two. Ling v Envy and Elrics v Gluttony, go! Aw, cute family time at the Fuhrer’s, he’s having dinner with his wife and (adopted) son. We keep cutting between them and the Goth fights, and dammit I keep waffling on Bradley. Despite what this kid thinks, he is not a good man, he has killed Leto-knows how many people for whatever this plan of Father’s is, including poor Martel. But out of all the Goths, he seems to be the most human. Back to the fight, crud Ling’s been caught by Envy’s transformation abilities no wait nevermind he just kicked Envy’s ass. Respect to the Xing Prince! Meanwhile on the Elric’s side all Gluttony can do is dodge and whine about how he can’t eat them. Until they get tossed into the wall uh oh Ling you may wanna run. Ok no you’ve still got time Envy’s on the ground finish them- Wow. Envy, you’re a jerk. Taking Lan Fan’s form to make him hesitate? Rude. And aw crap Gluttony’s here Ling’s not looking- WHAT NO WHAT THE FUCK Ok so Gluttony prepared his Eraser Gun for Ling but Ed jumped in to grab him which freaked Envy out so he reached out to grab Ed but then Gluttony attacked and the beam erased Al’s left hand but Ling and Ed are gone and all that’s left of Envy is a dissipating lower torso. Gluttony’s gone quiet, saying that he swallowed them and can’t let them out. What. Um. Are we looking at a Kamina situation here? Is this what’s happening? We’re back in town now, Lan Fan’s set up at the Doc’s house (and is having to deal with the whole arm-loss thing now), Roy and Riza are heading back to Command despite Doc going full McCoy on them. But Roy’s not about to sit back and do nothing after leaving children behind to fight. Seems the first step is for Roy to meet up with the local General (Raven), who has a reputation as a General who takes care of his troops. They get to chatting and take a walk, Roy tests the waters by saying there’s a street rumor that the Fuhrer is a Homunculus. Raven just laughs at Roy’s poor sense of humor, drags him along to tea with- uh oh. Aw, crap. Crap crap crap! Roy just got put in front of what I gather to be the top dogs of the military, and General Raven prodded him to tell them his “little joke” while looking pointedly at the poor Colonel. What the Leto dude, I actually liked you! Ok, so- [THIS FUCKER]: “What, Colonel Mustang? Cat got your tongue?” SHIT. “Let’s suppose for a moment that I was actually a Homunculus as you say. Well now… would that be so bad?” Yyyyyeah… this ain't good. [Roy, in a bad spot]: “Well, Fullmetal, it looks like we’ve landed ourselves in the pit of hell.” [Ed, in another bad spot]: “Where in the hell am I?!”

[fanfictionisvalid]

Next Door Mistake || Elucien

Word count: a little under 3k.

Sitting by the window on a lazy Saturday afternoon in soft comfortable pyjama shorts and a huge loose t-shirt with a pencil In hand and a sketch book open in your lap was the best way to spend the weekend. At least in Elain's taste it was. Elain pondered upon which detail to alter or add to make the sketch mimic the tree standing tall outside her window. Her brown hair was up in a haphazard bun, another pencil tucked in there to hold her hair together and away from her face. She scrunched her nose to push her broad framed glasses up the bridge of her nose, when the doorbell rang.

Sighing, she got up and stumbled her way to the door. She pulled the door open to see a middle aged man with a frown between his brows standing in front of her with a parcel in his hand and a clipboard in his other. He was tapping his leg on the ground impatiently, his lips pursed.

“Took you long enough! Here’s your parcel, sign this sheet here and I’ll be on my way,” he said impatiently. Elain timidly took the parcel in her hand and went to examine it. “Quick, girl! I don't have all day!” the man interjected. She was about to protest that she did not order anything, nor was she expecting a parcel but on seeing the impatient and frustrated look in the man's eyes and the incessant tapping of his leg on the floor, she reached for the clipboard he was holding out. She noticed there was another man behind the impatient delivery man; another delivery boy from the Chinese restaurant just around the block. He was waiting for the door across Elain's to open. Lucien's door.

Lucien, the redhead who lived across from Elain. Lucien, who was too cool to notice Elain. Lucien, on whom Elain was crushing big time. Its not like they didnt talk at all. Part of the reason why Elain fell for him was because even though he seemed to be rich and spoilt, and he was for the most part, he was also sweet, gentle and well spoken. He always greeted Elain whenever they met in the lift or in the parking lot. He held a decent conversation and often helped Elain carry her stuff when she had one too many bags.

But Lucien did not care more for fumbling Flower girls like Elain. A friendly neighbour was all she was to him. His kind of girls were those who wore stilettos and short skirts and frequented clubs and bars, face composed of sharply cut features, all eager for a one night stand with boys like Lucien. She knew because she had run into his shenanigans one too many times on late Sunday mornings in the lobby. But that did not exactly stop her heart from racing at the very thought of seeing Lucien.

Elain held her breath, waiting with the delivery boy for someone to open the door. She nervously wet her lips and blindly signed a scribble of her name where the man in front of her pointed to. The door unlocked and opened and Elain froze, waiting to see that beautiful face of his. Elain deflated in disappointment when it was not Lucien who opened the door. It was Tamlin, his best friend. He was often over so Elain knew of him. He accepted the parcel, drunkenness swimming in his gaze and met Elain's eyes over the boy's shoulders. The man with the parcel had left and Elain had not realised that she was standing by her door alone, looking as if she was waiting for someone. She flushed and gave him a weak smile. Tamlin mimicked her smile and gave her a small wave.

He went inside the house, leaving the door open, probably gone to fetch the money. Elain swallowed her disappointment and went to close her door when she heard Tamlin shout, “Pay up, asshole!” and then she saw him.

She took in a sharp breath as he came into view, shirtless, hair messed up, lazy eyes on his hands as he counted the money. His checkered pyjama was lying low on his waist, his precise abs and toned chest on display and Elain had to force her eyes away from his body. Lucien looked up and met her eyes before seeing the delivery boy. He froze, but cleared his throat and composure and handed the boy the money and absently said “keep the change.” His eyes kept darting to Elain and she forgot all about having to go back inside her house and not making a fool of herself looking like she was waiting to see him.

But even after the delivery boy left, Lucien didn’t make a move to shut his door. He stood there while an almost awkward silence stretched between them. When he cleared his throat, Elain snapped back into attention and her face flushed.

“Hi,” she offered weakly.

“Hey” he said. “What’s up?”

“Uh.. I was just.. I had a.. I was just signing off a delivery.” She said, while awkwardly waving the parcel in her hand. Get a grip on yourself. So what if this is the first time you’ve seen him shirtless. Just breathe and say bye and you can hyperventilate all you want later.

“Ah.. alright, alright. Cute pyjamas by the way.” He pointed out. Elain blushed. “Listen, um, what are y–“

Before he could finish what he was saying Tamlin called from inside. “Hey Fucker, come in here or I’m eating without you!”

“Right.. um your friend’s calling,” She said.

No shit, smarty.

“Yeah uh, see you later, Elain.” He smiled his smile and Elain's heart sighed at the beautiful sight and then she was standing alone. She sighed and shut the door, resting her back against it and closing her eyes. She relished in the image of a shirtless Lucien for some time before forcing herself off the door.

She sat herself down on her couch and opened the brown parcel. Inside was a violet colour rod like thing with a bulb at the end. Elain frowned in confusion. She picked it up to examine it further, turning it this way and that. And then her eyes fell on the brochure at the base of the box... And Elain froze.

It was a vibrator.

A sex toy.

Elain, with her eyes wide, dropped the vibrator back in the box. In shock, Elain opened her mouth to voice some thought but none of the jumbled mess in her head worded itself.

One thing she was sure of was that she had not ordered a sex toy.

Even though she was not a prude, she was fairly reserved with her own sexuality. Having had sex with only her ex, Elain hadn’t had much experience with sex toys. And she was definitely not frisky enough to order one for herself now.

Eyes widened, Elain stiffly reached for the flap of the box and turned it to read the delivery address. And if she was shocked before, she was stunned now. The package was addressed to a Lucien Vanserra.

Oh.

Elain didn’t know what to think. Surely, he takes one too many temporary lovers to buy something like this. What’s better than a guy who knows exactly how to pleasure a girl, right? But what was worse was that Elain would now have to go up to his house, knock on his door, face him and hand him his sex toy. Just thinking about it made Elain cringe with embarrassment.

Better to get it out of the way already, Elain thought. Walking out of her house with the brown package in her hand, Elain stepped up to his. She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths to calm her nerves. She would just return the package as if she didn’t open it and see what was inside and walk away. Yes, perfect. She was going to do just that. Just act normal.

She rang the doorbell.

Two seconds later the door opened and Lucien stood before her, still very shirtless.

“Oh, Elain, uh hi!” said Lucien, clearly not expecting Elain.

“Hey, uh hi Lucien.. I- this package got delivered to me today, but it is addressed to you.. it must've been a mistake.” She laughed nervously and shoved the package forward. He took the box from her hand and said, “thanks.” He looked at the box and back at her face, still by the door as if he wanted to say something and Elain gulped nervously. After a minute of silence between them Elain smiled tightly and said, “okay so.. have a good day, bye bye!” and without waiting for his response she walked straight into her apartment and shut the door behind her.

Phew.

~~~

Lucien was never the nervous type. He was pretty sorted, if you asked him. Once he figured out what he wanted, he would just go and get it. He did not believe in beating about the bush. And last night sitting with Tamlin on their window, drinking beer, Tamlin had kicked his leg and told him what he couldn’t figure out on his own. “I think you might be crushing on your dear flowery neighbour. And before you ask me why I think so.. Every time you meet her you just cannot stop talking about her until you have given me a detailed description of how cute she looked, or how she blushed, or how flustered you got her and how proud it made you feel. Gotta face it, bro.” And Lucien saw sense in that. He did enjoy seeing a pink hue spread on her cheeks and the way she looked away nervously. He had an effect on her and it was obvious. What wasn't obvious was that the friendly flirting was more than just friendly for Lucien. So many times he went out of his way to help her carry her grocery up just so he could spend some extra minutes with her.

It was ridiculous, really, how Lucien literally felt like a dog rolling over to get his belly rubbed by its favourite person everytime Elain was paying him attention. But just because Elain paid him heed did not mean she would be interested in going out with him. She was naturally a timid and quiet girl, easily flustered and clumsy. Just because she blushed when Lucien talked too nicely with her did not mean she would want to go out with someone like Lucien. He drank, smoked, took a girl home every other weekend if not every one. Elain's type was probably guys who volunteered at shelters and spent their free time at the library or investing in their passion; someone with an artistic temperament and a polite disposition.

But Lucien could not just not try. Maybe the wind blew in the right direction and she said yes. Or maybe she said no and things just get so awkward between them that they only indulged in small talk and the-weather-seems-nice-today 's. Oh god.

But on Tamlin's encouragement, he decided to try and ask her out for something casual, like coffee. But since that day she did not have work, she would have probably spent the whole day holed up in her house. So whatever chance Lucien got, he tried to ask her but something or the other got in the way. Mostly his own nerves. When she handed him the parcel, he was looking for words to ask her for coffee but after he failed to find words, she left as if in a hurry to get away from him and shut the door with a bang. And now Lucien fell on the couch and threw the parcel to Tamlin. He had ordered something a couple days back so it must be his.

"The delivery guy made a mistake and delivered it at Elain's." Lucien said offhandedly.

Tamlin replied, "I dont even remember what I had ordered LOL, i must've been too drunk."

And as he opened the parcel with ease he fell quiet. Lucien looked up from his phone when Tamlin did not automatically tell him about what was inside. Tamlin looked at Lucien with a funny expression and burst out laughing. Lucien frowned. "Ooookay what's up? Why are you laughing like that?"

"You.. oh my god.. Elain opened this parcel, oh lord," Tamlin got out somehow between fits of laughter. Lucien snatched the parcel from him with a scowl. On peering inside, he froze.

Oh fuck.

~~~

Lucien stood in front of Elain's door later that evening. He had originally vowed to never leave his house again and hope to die of embarrassment soon. Elain, that poor innocent flower girl, probably thought it was Lucien's. No wonder she was in such a hurry to get away from him. Now that he thought about it, it was clear she must have been so embarrassed.

After Tamlin was done laughing, he asked Lucien to stop cursing him and making plans to slip into hibernation. Instead, he said, "Go to her place and apologise. This way you'll get a chance to talk to her; an opportunity you've been looking for since Morning." When Lucien protested too much, Tamlin kicked him out of his own appartment. And here he was now, knocking on Elain's door. Lucien did not understand how he could go from apologising for Tamlin's sex toy getting delivered at her place to asking her out. Ridiculous.

He softly knocked on the door, hoping that Elain didn't hear him and he never would have to face her. But five seconds later, the door swung open. Her hair was open and she was still in her pyjamas and it was clear by the way her lips parted that he wasn't expected.

"Hi, uh, what's up?" She asked.

"Uh.. I wanted to apologise..?"

SHIT, no, not a good starter. TRY AGAIN.

At the confused look on her face, he rushed out a, "C-can I come in?"

Great start.

"Uh, Sure," she said.

She opened the door wider and walked in, leaving Lucien to shut the door after him. "Tea?" She offered. Lucien politely declined. She gestured for them to sit on the light blue couch.

"So, you were saying?"

"Right.. uh.. I know you got a parcel today that was supposed to come to my place instead," he said and paused to watch the redness creeping up her neck as the realization came upon her. "I- I know it must've been really awkward for you, and I'm truly sorry for that," he finished in a hurry.

"Uh.. it was a bit awkward, I admit." She paused to wet her lips. "But hey, mistakes happen, right?" She offered a tight smile and looked away.

"For the record, I- uh, it wasn't mine..," he hurried to say. "I mean, it wasn't my order. It was Tamlin's. He and his new girlfriend are into all this.." he trailed off once he realised he was probably giving her unnecessary and uncomfortable details. Her eyes darted to his and then away.

An awkward silence stretched between them.

This is the window, Lucien, ASK HER OUT.

After a minute of palpable tension, she cleared her throat. He snapped to his senses and chickened out. Nope, definitely not the right time.

"So I should probably go."

"Is that all?"

They both said at the same time.

"Uh, okay yeah alright, uh, see you around, Lucien." She said. He jerkily nodded.

They both stood up and walked to the door. As Lucien walked through the doorway, he turned around once more to say bye. Elain stood holding the door. As Lucien turned around once more and walked two steps something got over him and he abruptly turned around again. Elain was closing the door when Lucien shouted, "Will you go out with me!?"

The door stopped in its spot and Lucien held his breath, waiting, as the door slowly reopened to show a wide eyed Elain.

"Will you go out with me, Elain?" Lucien said in more appropriate volume. "I would like to take you out for coffee, perhaps, tomorrow. Or the day after, maybe. Or whenever you're free. Of course, only if you wanted to." He rambled.

When Elain did not answer for a couple minutes, only stood there opening and closing her mouth like a fish, Lucien took a step forward with his hands spread out. "You don't have to worry about any awkwardness if you want to say no. We can just go back to being friendly neighbours. Just-" lucien sighed, "I realised I really like you Elain and I thought it wouldn't be nice of me to not even tell you it. I would totally understand if you said no, though, I mean, of course , why would you–"

"Yes." Elain interrupted him. "I would like to go out on a coffee date with you. I mean, out with you. For coffee. Something else is fine too, of course. Not that coffee is bad. Coffee is cool." She swallowed and shut herself up. Elain smiled and her cheeks glowed with a red hue and there was nothing that could have stopped Lucien from grinning like an idiot. "Coffee is cool," he repeated from around his grin.

"Alright," he cleared his throat, "I'll, uh, how about tomorrow? I'll see you tomorrow, eh?"

"Yeah, tomorrow sounds good. Alright, yeah." She shyly said.

"Alright, uh, we can go to the Cafe together?"

"Sure, yeah. Cool."

They both nodded, trying to hide their smiles like shy teenagers and Lucien unlocked his own door. He turned around one last time to see Elain still standing there with a brilliant smile on her face that melted his heart. He walked into his own apartment backward. As he shut the door after a final wave, a scream left him when he saw a smirking Tamlin waiting for him behind the door.

"I guess it went well, ha?" Tamlin teased and wiggled his brows. "You should thank my sex life for initiating your love life, ya know? If it hadnt been for this vibrator, you would've never grown the balls to approach her yourself!"

He couldn't deny that he was, in fact, thankful of the vibrator and the delivery guy whose mistake made it possible for Lucien to finally ask her out. And maybe Tamlin was to thank too. But Lucien was not going to tell him that. So he picked up his slippers and threw it at Tamlin's retreating back. But Tamlin knew even without turning around that nothing, not even the finger he was flipping Lucien, could wipe the smile off his face.

Tag: @asterinblackbeek

[louisandthedagger]

(really REALLY sorry if this gets long and thank you huge time for this) it’s not exactly about my life but i guess i was just being over dramatic hehe btw i’m the same anon as the one who asked you about the elite subtitles on netflix a few days ago and the one who exclaimed to you about its possible s4 and the cast and stuff. anyway it’s just that i get too attached too soon and with things that don’t even matter and i think it’s probably getting toxic (1/?)

for example, i literally just finished watching elite (i’m watching shows after a long ass time phew) and i sobbed. so. hard. ever since i’ve started watching it i’ve become so uselessly attached to the show and the cast. i was (am) kinda obsessed with it and it sort of interferes with my life yk? its all thats on my mind for full days.. if i’m not watching it, i’m doing just something or the other related to it. i’m sort of extremely overwhelmed with love for the characters and the cast. (2/?) maybe because i’m sleep deprived (it makes me really emotional),quarantining is getting to me, i don’t have anyone to talk to who can understand or the show and the cast is just THAT good. it made me so damn sad to read that there MAY be a s4 but with a new cast. i think it’s their strong friendship on and off screen that i really admire and crave idk if i’ll get emotionally attached to this extent with other shows that i’ll watch because this doesn’t happen often in this intensity and its (3/?) kinda new to me. (is this what it’s like to fall down the stanning elite rabbit hole? hahah) i saw you reblog elite a few times and with your tags i thought you’d understand (i’m gonna take the liberty of crying over it, omander and the injustice of carmuel in your anons) . tbh irdk where i’m going with this but thank you a million times for letting me do this. hope you and your loved ones are okay and healthy and safe 💖

I FEEL YOU SO HARD! every time i watch something, or listen to something new and like it, i just become obsessed with it and it becomes my entire life. i get what you said about interfering with your life because i’ve been there (with one direction especially lmao, those fuckers). if we are talking about élite specifically, i literally cried for two days straight about carmuel not being endgame like... that’s not normal. i’ve also been obsessed with the cast since it came out, and i love the fact that they are super open and share everything on sm lmao, even with their sexualities, they literally don’t care about what people think. 

you can vent with me whenever you need! you can talk to me on private if you’d like too. i hope you are safe wherever you are!! 💖

[caroline18mars]

A Man On Fire - Chapter 42

Awwwwawwww, sweet mother of Jesus, her head hurt, slowly she tried to sit up, impossible, no, stay down..was it..had it really..? oh yes..she curled back up like she wanted to disappear into the couch, tears bubbled up instantly as reality caught up with her. Why does this hurt so much? I was never gonna cry over some guy..stop trying to tell yourself that he's not some guy, that he's Jared..bullshit, he was just another jerk with a Dorian Gray complex, the only one that mattered to him was himself, nobody had a career like he did, right?. Well, fuck him, coffee, I need coffee, she slowly plodded over to the kitchen, “Are you gonna make coffee, get me one too will ya?” Sean yawned behind her, “why don't you go fuck yourself, Sean?” she bit back, filling the machine with water. “I don't have to” he grinned that foul grin again, just go away, can't you take a hint?, “which reminds me, me and some guys are going to this club tonight? why don't you come along?” he sat down on the other side of the kitchen counter, studying her every move. “Fuck's sake Sean, how do you expect me to go clubbing, when I can't even get through an hour..of this pain?” she shook her head, switched on the machine and turned to get a cup, she felt his eyes burn on the bare piece of stomach that crept from under her T-shirt as she stood on her toes to reach for her favorite cup. “It'll take your mind off that exact same pain, come on, it'll be fun, just a couple of hours, think about nothing, keep your glass full and your mind empty, what do you say?” he puppy-eyed her. “I'm saying you need to get the hell out of here, Sean, I don't trust you anymore, you're just as bad as that blue-eyed fucker in Europe, I don't trust either of you, so just get the hell out of my apartment and leave me the fuck alone” she raised her voice at him, her dark eyes burning holes in his soul. “Fine..do whatever the hell you want, I'm only trying to help ya, but don't ever compare me to that Jesus lookalike again, ok? We're not even one bit alike, oh and don't say I didn't warn you about him, I told you he was trouble, but no, madam here wouldn't listen..and look where all that attitude got you now?” he hissed as he slid off his chair again “if you change your mind, this is where we'll be” throwing a card of some club on the counter, he spun on his heels and slammed the door behind him. Phew, good riddance, fuckin dumbass...she poured herself a cup of strength and ever so slowly walked over to the middle of the room, staring at the giant painting that started all this mess..awful, godfuckinawful, get rid of it, cut it up to shreds, anything, just destroy it and go find yourself a real job!

Oh come on lady, surely you can check my passport quicker than that? Jared tried not to get agitated, despite the fact that he was jetlagged, hadn't slept a wink on the plane and to top it all off, she hadn't even bothered to reply. “Welcome to New York, sir, have a pleasant stay” the customs officer handed him his passport back but he didn't even hear the last part as he fled to the exit. Her address..he could walk straight over there but the name always escaped him, ok look through her mails..ok no, too stressed out for that, fine, then think! It was a white building..streetstreetstreet..C..no..housenumber fifty...four, right 54..taxi...54 something street..fuck's sakes, call Sean..nope, too much pride for that! “Where to, Sir?” the driver barely looked over his shoulder. “Uhmm, 54..Christopher..yes, 54 Christopher Street, please” he leaned back all relieved that he remembered the address, the driver put the car into gear and drove off into the dark, electric New York night. She'd been sitting on the top level of the scaffolding for hours, what had changed? Nothing, this painting was still absolute nonsense..and she still missed him like crazy. Slowly she pushed herself up, and jumped down the scaffolding with a painful groan, outta here, suffocated, going nuts, she grabbed her leather jacket, pushed some money and a bank card in the pocket of her jeans and ran out the door before she could change her mind. Hard thumping beats, stuttering strobes, escape central, escape from her mind that she was stuck in, “Harper!” really? How was it possible that he could actually overpower  this wall of sound and actually find her in the middle of this huge crowd. “You actually came, what do you want to drink?” Sean kissed her cheek, uggh, just get away from me, “I don't care, anything that'll get me hammered as quickly as possible” she pulled away from him, he deserved the disgusted, painful look on her face. “Coming up” he grinned and pushed himself a way through the swaying, dancing crowd while she wiped a secret set of tears away before she too pushed herself through the crowd to find her spot on the dancefloor, turn that goddamn music up, I want my ears to bleed, and I want my stomach to cling to my spine, as long as I don't have to feel this unbearable pain that is suffocating me.

Jared jumped out of the car, throwing way too much money at the driver, his hand trembled when his finger looked for her name on the various doorbells, 'Harper Coco' his heart jumped in his throat just looking at that beautiful name and pushed down hard on the button. He ran a hand through his long hair and pulled it up in a bun while he waited..and waited..ring it again..anxiously he looked up, had she seen him? No, not possible, she had the top loft at the back and all she had was a huge sky window. Come on babe..please, open up..ok..right, desperate calls for desperate measures, he pushed a random buzzer, fingers crossed someone opened..'buzzzzzzzzzz' just like that the front door opened for him, and he rushed in, taking three steps at a time flying up the stairs. “Harper? Babe?” he banged his fist on the door, getting no immediate response, he put his ear against the door, “babe?” still nothing, fuckfuckfuck, ok she had to be somewhere, but where?. “Bottoms up” Sean handed her two double whiskeys “you asked for 'hammertime' “ but before he could finish his sentence she had already downed one glass without even blinking. The second glass disappeared even faster than the first, and this time she pushed the glass back in his hands with a light groan and a couple of dollarbills “keep 'em comin'” before she lost herself to the thumping beats. The third and the fourth drink had her feeling nothing, by the fifth and the sixth she was getting comfortably numb, but it was only by the seventh that the drink was finally kicking in and calmed her racing, painful brain and lessened the tight grip that had her heart in a painful clutch. All that mattered was getting as drunk or high as possible and dance to keep the dark thoughts at bay, “easy babe! The night and you are too young to get absolutely wasted too fast too soon” she felt Sean's hands slide over her waist as he swayed to the music with her, holding her tightly against him. “I just asked you to get me drinks, not to put your hands on me, don't touch me, I'm not telling you again” she jumped out of his embrace and danced away into the crowd again, glaring at him, yeah you go take that booty call, I just feel sorry for that poor girl on the other side of the line, this type of guys, Mr. wannabe rockstar, included, could kiss her brokenhearted, sorry ass.

Half an hour later, she really needed to cool down, a drink and definitely a cigarette or two, where was the terrace in this joint, ah stairs, whoaaa room spinning a bit, deep breath, focus, ok, go away, let me through. Too frikkin crowded, she exhaled deeply as she pushed open the door to the terrace to find it empty except for two guys who sat on the other end, the cold air hit her hard and basically dropped her back into the dark pit of reality. She walked to the edge of the terrace where she had an amazing view on the New York skyline, this was her home, not some boot-shaped country on the other side of the ocean that held nothing but bad memories. Fishing a cigarette out of her purse, she lit up and folded her arms over her chest and let the smoke caress her face, what a mess..what a fuckin' mess, she closed her eyes as the images of all the turmoil started rolling. “Hey sweetheart, got another smoke?” a voice doomed up behind her, she turned to see the two guys walk up to her from the other side of the roof, “I'm not your sweetheart, and no I don't, that was my last one” she lied and turned away from them again. “Tsskkk, such a beautiful chick, damn shame about the attitude” one of the men came a little closer, trying to intimidate by towering over her, and it was working..ok, you're just drunk, try to keep a cool head, all you have to do is line up your knee with his crotch if he gets even closer. “Get lost” she hissed as she took a small step back, ugghh she could even smell this guy's foul breath, that's how close he was, “excuse me?” he closed the distance again, uh-oh, definitely trouble “what did you say? ain't nobody telling me to get lost, why are you being such a little bitch?”. A hand roughly clamped down on her face, “get your hands off me” she growled and quickly lifted her knee but he was quicker and slammed it down again before he and his friend launched forward, their grabbing hands all over her, feeling her up while she was being sandwiched between them, please god no, noooo, she kicked and screamed but she just didn't stand a chance against these two punks. She pushed and shoved until she had no more defense left and had to let these abusive hands touch, rip and squeeze, gasping for air she had no more voice left to scream and big tears of fear and helplessness started rolling down her cheeks.

Just when she felt her shirt rip at the seams, there was a sudden commotion and a shift in pressure , like turbulence, “take your fuckin' hands off her” half conscious and completely overwhelmed, but his voice rang loud and clear in her ears. A loud and unbearable crack like bone breaking, a fist that made some very brutal contact with a face, she felt herself getting shoved back real fast, losing her balance she tumbled to the ground. “Touch her again and you're a dead man” he yelled at one of the guys that lie groaning on the floor before he turned his attention to her and rushed to her side “Harper, you ok?” he breathed and tried to assess the damage. Everything hurt right now, especially his touch “leave me alone..” she swatted at his hands that wanted to help while she tried to get up on her own strength without much success. “Come here” ignoring her plea, he helped her back to her feet “let's get out of here” he put her arm over his neck and folded his arm tightly around her waist before her intoxicated mind could actually process what was going on. The minute they came down the stairs, Sean came walking up to them “what happened?” he looked at his semi-conscious friend that was hanging in Jared's arms, “is she ok?” he shouted over the music. “what do you think? I'm taking her home”.

[fcldspar]

18, Tyde

tags: established relationship, Boyfriends Doing Stupid Shit, craig and those guys

warnings: (brief mentions of) minor injury

word count: 1403 (oops)

a/n: i’m honestly so so sorry for how late this is AHHHHHH!! i started it nearly a month ago and have been too preoccupied to finish it until today, i hope it doesn’t disappoint!!

[ao3 link]

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It all started when Clyde stumbled through the crowded hallways with Token in tow, their hands clasped tightly together, before barraging into the first empty classroom they could find. Clyde was panting heavily as he shoved the door closed behind them. Token was just confused.

“Dude, what the hell is going on?”

Clyde, still panting, turned to him with wide eyes and a panicked expression. “Craig is in,” a wheeze, “detention for three hours,” another wheeze, “this afternoon.”

Token frowned. “That’s, like, routine for him. What’s the hassle?”

The varsity-clad boy leant on the nearest counter, taking a moment to try to catch his breath and wipe the sweat off his brows before elaborating, “The new planetarium in Denver is opening later and, whooh, the first thirty to enter get, ah, premium membership, so they can, like, phew, enter free of charge and bring friends for free and get discounts at the shops and shit.”

“Oh,” Token replied quietly. While not particularly within his or Clyde’s own spheres of interest he could already picture Craig crossing the days off his calendar in anticipation for it, but if he was being kept at school for dete– “Oh, shit.”

“Exactly.”

“Why’d he go and get himself in detention then, that fucking dumbass?!” Token demanded, although now that he thought about it he didn’t think he could remember Craig receiving any punishments from neither school nor family within the last month. “Like what happened?”

“He overturned Cartman’s lunchtray on his head yesterday. Someone said it was ‘cos Cartman was slingshotting fries at Tweek, someone else said that Cartman had stolen Craig’s own money to buy that lunch, someone else said that Cartman had threatened to poison Stripe. I don’t know, dude, the story changes each time. But the point stands: he’s being kept at school until six and the planetarium opens at four.”

Token scrunched his face with his thumb and fingers into a deeper frown. God-fucking-dammit, Craig, what happened to your restraint?

“Which is why I have a plan to get him out!” said Clyde.

Token looked at him skeptically. “What’s the agenda?”

“What?”

“Why do you care so much about this?”

“He’s my best friend!”

“I’m right here, fucker.”

“Boyfriends can’t and don’t count.”

Token rolled his eyes. “So what’s your oh-so-genius plan?”

“Basically, we’ll pay Stan to dress up as Craig, right, and we’ll tell him to wait in the toilets until Craig comes. Meanwhile, Craig will ask Mr Mackey if he can go piss and Mr Mackey will wait outside. Inside, Stan will be hiding in one of the cubicles and they’ll swap, so then Craig stays hiding in a cubicle while Stan goes with Mackey back to detention. Then we all get the fuck out and get Craig to Denver.”

“Do you take constructive criticism?” asked Token, mentally listing all the factors that could go wrong, Stan and Craig looking nothing alike apart from their hair and Stan’s potential unwillingness to help being a couple of them.

“Nope!” Clyde responded way too happily.

“This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had,” said Token, shaking his head. “I’m in.”

[3:11] Token: r u sure craig knows what 2 do

[3:12] Clyde: yes

[3:12] Token: and that stan knows what hes getting into

[3:13] Clyde: duh

At last, Token thought to himself, only two more minutes until Craig’s gonna ask for the toilet. But the purple-clad boy was getting impatient, from his high view of the bathroom beyond the iron grate he could see Stan checking his watch every few minutes and fiddling with his new royal blue chullo, and Clyde was barely communicating. Token still didn’t understand why his boyfriend insisted that they both be present for the break-out when neither of them were really necessary, but then again he could understand wanting to watch it all unfold from the safety of their well-hidden but chilly ventilation shafts.

After what seemed like an age in itself, a new text finally pinged through, shortly followed by more:

[3:15] Clyde: okay he just asked

[3:15] Clyde: lmao mackey’s pissed off that he didn’t go before it started

[3:15] Clyde: wait

[3:15] Clyde: fuck

[3:15] Clyde: hes really pissed man

[3:15] Clyde: he might not let him go

[3:15] Token: UH

[3:16] Token: WHAT

[3:16] Clyde: oh thank god theyre going

[3:16] Token: i hate u sm

[3:16] Clyde: okay theyre gone b on the lookout

Just then, the bathroom door opened with a shriek and in walked Craig. His eyes drifted up to the shaft and met with Token’s, who gave him a thumbs-up. Craig did not respond, and instead approached Stan’s cubicle. They swapped places once both were in, Craig sitting on the toilet with his feet off the ground and Stan tracing Craig’s steps out of the bathroom. Mr Mackey’s voice warbled through the door, “Y’alright in there? Don’t take too long, m’kay.”

Stan simply opened the door and walked out without a word, following Mr Mackey down the corridor. Once the door swung shut with another squeak, Token mouthed a silent “yes” to himself while Craig smirked from his cubicle hideout.

But then the texts started to ring through.

[3:21] Clyde: UH

[3:21] Clyde: TOKE

[3:21] Clyde: GET CRAIG OUT OF THERE

[3:21] Token: what’s going on??

[3:22] Clyde: MACKEY KNOWS

Token just about caught himself from yelling in frustration. He didn’t bother to read the rest, instead he started mouthing at Craig “GO! GO!” while waving in the direction of the door. Craig frowned at him, to which he waved and pointed more urgently. But still Craig did nothing.

“You absolute dumbass,” muttered Token as he pushed at the vent grate. It swung up and open, but not quickly or quietly enough for his liking. He squeezed through and jumped down to the tiled floor just as a new text pinged through.

[3:23] Clyde: FUCKING RUN MAN I CAN SEE HIM WALKING DOWN THE HALLWAY

Token threw open the cubicle door to see Craig’s bemused face. “Fucking run, dude! Mackey’s coming!” Finally catching onto the urgency of the situation Craig followed him out of the door, both of them wincing at its piercing screech. They turned the corner just as they heard stomps from the hallway, before a booming “Craig! I know you’re hidin’ in that bathroom, m’kay, and you better come out if you don’t wan’ detention for a week!”

How he hadn’t heard their footsteps, Token had no idea, but he felt no inclination to complain as they turned another corne-

“Look at him go,” whispered Clyde, watching as Craig gazed up at the constellations splattered across the skies displayed above. The theatre was packed but silent if not for the occasional rattle of a crisp packet, all completely captivated as meteors shot across inky darkness, satellites and moons alike danced around lonely planets, stars blinked down at them as if they themselves were the quiet watchers.

Well, all but Token. He was looking, but not above.

It didn’t take for Clyde to notice. “Dude, that’s gay.”

“The pot calling the kettle black.”

“What? I’m not black…”

Token had to roll his eyes at Clyde’s legitimate look of confusion. “It’s an expression, dumba-.”

“Will you asshats shut the hell up?”

Craig was already halfway to the gift shop by the time Token and Clyde dawdled out of the theatre.

Token grabbed his boyfriend’s arm, stopping him in his path. “Two questions: one, are you sure you don’t need, like, a hospital or something? You can barely walk.”

Clyde rolled his eyes. “I mean, I did bust a ventilation shaft in the ceiling and fall like ten feet to the floor right on my ankle right as you guys were rounding the corner.” He took one look at Token’s bemused expression. “I’m fine, man, it’s all good.” He took the taller boy’s hand and they continued their easy pace to the shops and exit area, clasped hands swinging between them.

Token wasn’t finished. “Two, why did you do it?”

“Well.”

“Clyde.”

“You know how premium members can get discounts for all the shops and bring friends for free and shit?”

Token nodded.

“Well…” Clyde tailed off. As he pointed to the new planetarium’s only restaurant, the words Taco Bell proudly emblazoned over the entrance.

—-

for those whose requests i haven’t completed yet: i’m sorry, a bunch of stuff (mostly family drama) has been happening in my personal life leaving me feeling incapacitated in basically all ways. i shall get to them, it may just take a bit of time!!

(send me a pairing and a number and i’ll write you a drabble!)

[tellywoodtrash]

ishqbaaz 17.09.18 lb

dang starting off with anika standing outside the room cordoned off with all the crime scene tape. kindaaaaa gutting.

also, is there a point of all this tape? like... it’s in their HOUSE... who’s to know if anyone goes in and tampers with the active crime scene as it is rn? shouldn’t the police have finished up all the crime scene investigation, cleaned up the scene and left the room free for use? if not, post guards there to prevent trespassing. yeh kya baat hui ki tape maar diya aur chal diye?

shivaay’s just zombie walking through the house. cool.

oh, what’s this? what’s he gathering himself for?

greaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat. he’s going to do “biwi nahi ho” waala jaap, to make her feel even worse. bitch did you even have a proper conversation with her about nancy in your fucking bed???????? how the fuck do you think she feels about THAT?

“main nahi chaahta ki duniya tumhe khooni ki biwi kahe.”

uh that’s nice and all, but that’s what they’re gonna call her anyway. since it’s now official record (as per the statements given by EVERYONE  to the police) that she’s your wife.

LMAO “NAYE SHEHAR MEIN CHALE JAO”. WOW. GHAR SE HI NAHI, SHEHAR SE BHI NIKAAL RAHA HAI.

(which is what he threatened chachi with on anika’s bday. seems like it’s his go-to plan in any given scenario in this universe.)

lol of course this dheent won’t go.

main hoti toh mast shimla jaake khud ka ek chotaaaa sa bed and breakfast kholti. and it’d have a tiny apple orchard too... and the bnb would have its own resident doggie, a giant floofy sheepdog. maybe two, three bunnies as well... a few chickens that’ll provide eggs...

ok sorry. i got carried away by the dreams of a new life fully bankrolled by a murder suspect billionaire husband. *sigh* some girls have all the luck.

“tum apni zindagi ko mushkil mein daalna chaahti ho!”

LMAO WASN’T THAT ESTABLISHED SINCE THE DAY SHE VOWED TO MAKE YOU PUT THAT MANGALSUTRA ON HER, BY HOOK OR CROOK?

“kyunki aap mere pati hai.”

i swear to the lord above, every time i hear this bs, i lose 8 years off my lifespan.

there. she said it once more. at this rate by the end of this track, imma be dead by 32. (and the show will still be on. and these two fuckers will STILL BE AT IT.)

“agni ko sakshi maanke aapki har pareshaani aur mushkil mein saath dene ka vachan diya hai maine.”

uhhhhhhhhhhhh lmao no you didn’t? you weren’t even fucking conscious during the phere. pata nahi TAB iske hosh thikaane nahi the, ya AB nahi hai.

whatever i’m giving up on her bs and just enjoying his excellent hangdog face.

oh suddenly she has a phd in clinical psychology and is a therapist.

“naa main aapka saath chodungi, naa aapka haath.”

lmaooooooooooo his face is like ‘srsly what the fuck i gotta do to get this chick off my back????? nancy ka toh khoon maine nahi kiya, lekin shaayad ISKA karna padega.’

some more puppy face.

+ 10 to her for asking consent (though maybe -3 for not actually waiting for a solid yes.)

oh good for you, shivaay! you haven’t regressed into not knowing how to hug back! i’m proud of you!

damn he really needed that hug. my poor broken son.

great, the world’s most sasta CSI team is on the case.

“we have to prove shivaay is innocent.” “how?” “by finding evidence that he is.” LMAO WOWWWWW AISE TOH HUMNE SOCHA HI NAHI OM!!!!!!!!!!! THANKS CAPTAIN OBVIOUS.

ummmmmm no shivaay. you can be proven innocent without knowing who the real murderer is. that’s exactly what om just said.

tight security my assssssssssss.

om is literally the worst detective ever.

.......... ARE YOU KIDDING ME? THOSE TWO WERE NOT SOBER. THEY WERE SLOSHED BEFORE YOU EVEN JOINED THEM.

lmaoooooooooooo ofc noone believes him. aur banaa milaavati punch har party ke liye.

bro, just the display for the cameras were damaged. the cameras should still be doing their fucking thing. just hook it up to a new display system.

oh goooody! shivaay’s trespassing into the crime scene and adding some more of his dna and shit in there. brilliant!

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THAT SASTA ZOOM OUT/SUPERIMPOSED IMAGE. (look closely in upper left window and wave at shivaay!)

AND ISN’T THAT THE BUILDING HE MAAROFIED CHALAANG FROM BUT WITHOUT THE CGI ADDED 30 FLOORS????/

ALSO THE OBEROI GROUNDS ARE SO LARGE, THERE’S NO WAY ANY BUILDING IS CLOSE ENOUGH TO CATCH WHAT’S HAPPENING INSIDE THE HOUSE. WHAT COMPLETEEEEEEEE RUBBISH.

oh boy. bhavya’s not happy at the reports. looks like she’s going to have to arrest mr. oberoi, who she’d just gotten around to liking.

oh god now who’s this ARMAAN SAXENA???? (also pfffffffffft, such a typical tellywood “rich person” name.)

i love how this building ka cctv footage focuses more on oberoi mansion than its own premises.

good to see officer dad still be supportive to bhavya.

LMAO COOL. NOT SUSPICIOUS AT ALL.

THIS IS HIS BIG PLAN??????? SETTING OFF THE FIRE ALARMS??????? 

.... how did they check the entire building to know it’s a false alarm sooo quickly?

also lmaooooooo are you telling me alllll the security footage of this big commercial complex is stored in a laptop???????/ that shivaay is now just putting a usb drive into and taking??????????????? LOLOLOLOLOLOL. AMAZE.

whaaaaaaaat the fuck are they even getting from this one mile away ka footage?

LMAO THAT DHUNDLA FIGURE BEYOND THE CURTAINS? REALLLLLY?????

ok come the fuckkkkkkkkkkk on, that’s soooooooooo obviously mohit. like fuck, it could not MORE obviously be him. look at the build and height.

btw so glad this episode has had no mohit (beyond this) so far. phew.

are these fuckers blind????? how can they not tell that this is mohit????? he’s got like 3 inches and 5 more kilos of solid muscle on him compared to shivaay.

LMAO WHY DOES FWDING A DIGITAL VIDEO FILE PRODUCE THE TAPE WINDING WAALA NOISE?

wow rudra has no issues watching someone get murdered. everyone else is flinching and looking away but he’s watching it with eyes wide open.

DUDE YOU’RE SO IDIOTIC, IT’S NOT YOU, YOU DUMBASS. LORD.

anika and om’s only tassalli is “yeh (tu) nahi ho sakta.” provide proof you idiots.

shivaay is on his ownnnnnn trip. godddddddddddd.

rudra’s been studying law from like... tv or something. he has some bare minimum knowledge, but most of it seems to be from watching too many late night CID/crime patrol/saavdhan india reruns.

great. om’s panicking. that should be reassuring for shivaay. that his wall is falling apart.

this one is imagining himself chakki peesing and peesing and peesing already.

LMAO OK THE POLICE SIRENS RIGHT AT THAT MOMENT ARE NOT HELPING.

MOHIT IS STILL IN THIS FUCKING HOUSE??????????? WHY THE FUCK??????????????????

of course it’s gonna be shivaay’s fingerprints. mohit kachcha khilaadi thodi hai.

lmao i reallllllllllly love how bhavya tells mohit and rudra to stfu every time they act too smart. this itself has made me a bhavya fan. you go girl. shut down their mansplaining.

fucking dumbasses, trying to teach her her job. ACP BANNA HALWA HAI KYA???????

WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU PPL THINKING OF CALLING THE COMMISSIONER INSTEAD OF A FUCKING LAWYER???????????

again, bhavya having to explain her job to these fucking idiots. lord. i hate men.

ofc tej doesn’t help. or let om do anything to help. he can literally die in a fire.

daaaaamn that wall of oberois.

also feeling more sexual tension between om/bhavya than rudra/bhavya.

lol kunal just has some kinda weird sexual chemistry with literally everyone huh.

DO NOT TELL ME SHIVAAY’S DUMB ASS RAN AWAY AGAIN. PLEASE.

OMFG. THIS FUCKING IDIOT. WHAT THE FUCK IS EVEN WRONG WITH HIM????????????

[humanintereststory]

7: Make Good TV

After that torrent of raw emotion, John closed inward. He never wanted to say any of that and he couldn’t imagine that he would have said it to someone who at most was an acquaintance. Despite that, she still persisted and not in a way that would be considered a nuisance but instead a gentle prodding to the next necessary step. Fortunately for Mike, John had kept a slip of paper with his boss’ business number in his wallet. The remnants of his cell phone were now swept away by the cleaning crew and in the near future were scattered about in a nearby landfill. John had insisted to Michael Saint that he needed to speak with Mike as it was integral that she join him as his, and he knew that he was being self-depreciating but it was also possibly what management wanted to hear, his handler. From there, Mike had, within thirty minutes, a private meeting with the general manager and walked out with provisional terms for a contract of employment. Once John had started to leave again so he could slip away into the night - perhaps satisfied that he did his good deed for the day, Mike stopped him once again. Her employee, a young college student, had bailed as he had class in less than seven hours so it was just Mike McGuire now. His conscious thoughts told him to pull away and to go back into seclusion - it was always how it had been so why stop now? But something else, unbeknownst to him, prevailed and he turned to face her. “‘Ay, are you stayin’ anyplace tonight? Got a hotel room or somethin’?” The answer was no. John had abandoned his apartment lease over a month ago now and now technically had no place of residence or any real intention to stay in any more hotel rooms. “I’m just going to hit the road. I usually sleep on the way there. Not really sure yet.” “Well, if you wanted, you could crash at my place. Ain’t the Ritz, but I got a spare room and it beats sleepin’ in your car.” John’s eyes widened as if he had been found out. She pointed at the piled up blanket in the back seat of the car and from there asked if he was really living anywhere. He shook his head. At that point she insisted. One night turned in two nights. Two into a week. That week had become a crash course in the mundane realities of life. John had taken the basic functions for granted and was finding that he was slipping further and further in an attempt to replicate what he had before. John had decided to let go and let Mike light the way. Suddenly he had a bank account. He had a new cellphone with the proviso that this one shouldn’t be broken into a million pieces. He had plane tickets to future destinations because Mike had emphatically stated that his vehicle wouldn’t survive much more criss-crossing of this great nation. Some astute observers could draw the parallel of John waiting for that slot in his steel door to open three times a day but Mike always insisted that he was going to do it next time because she’s not his goddamn Mother. But it wasn’t just that because John concluded that Mike just wanted to talk to someone and she tried repeatedly to strike up conversations. The first couple of nights, John had been regaled of tales of her past. Sometimes it was about business but John didn’t want to talk about himself much so he just listened intently. It was like listening to a good book. Most of the time, though, John kept to himself by reading the book he had lifted at the motel. John, much to Mike’s excitement, had been successful in his last few contests. He had some momentum, she said, and people were starting to take notice. He had recoiled from that. People taking notice meant attracting unwanted attention. It was hard for him to explain. The ring was a sanctuary and despite the viewing audience, it was really just between him and the opposition. The cruelty and negativity were no longer part of the equation - it was now a battle of wits and strength. Two or more opposing forces moving against each other in a violent but beautiful struggle. It was Tuesday afternoon and last night, John had earned a defining victory over a former television champion. Mike, out of nowhere, said it’s time and beckoned him to join her in the backyard. It was time to get in ring shape, she proclaimed. They separated briefly to change into workout gear. John stepped through the open sliding glass door into a yard surrounded by a ten foot tall wooden fence. In the middle of the yard was a ring. It was in a state of disrepair. The ropes looked loose and frayed and some parts were wrapped in duct tape. The turnbuckles were mismatched in color and shape. The canvas was soiled and the branches of a maple tree hung over the ring casting its shadow and depositing leaves and twigs throughout. John couldn’t help to think about that place he’d visit when he started to see red. That ring was his garden. It was where he would grow. “I like it,” John said with complete sincerity. “Aw, it ain’t nothin’ special. Got the thing for a song on Craigslist. It’s fourth-hand. Maybe fifth. Fuck, thing might even be eighth-hand, but it’s a damn ring and that’s what’s important.” “Craig seems to have a lot of things you’ve acquired.” “It’s a website. Kinda like a giant garage sale, aw, never mind, that ain’t important right now,” she slid into the ring and hopped up to sit on a turnbuckle, “I’m supposed t’ debut on May 11th. Still can’t thank you enough for gettin’ my foot in the door.” John walked tentatively around the ring, his fingers tracing along the stained apron, “Gives you plenty of time to prepare, I suppose. As for the introduction, I believe this last week has more than made up for one phone call.” “You can stay as long as you want, y’know. I’ve kinda liked having someone to talk to b’sides Mr. Met,”chuckling, she leaned forward a bit, somewhat like a perched phoenix, “Y’know, Church, I’ve been thinking. That was smart, what you said to get Saint’s attention, but I don’t think you could use a handler. Without gettin’ into it, I think you’ve had enough of that. My opinion, what you could probably use better,” she gave that same impish grin he’d seen on her face plenty by now, “is a partner.” John pulled at the bottom rope and it had too much give, “Mike,” he cleared his throat nervously, “I’ve been alone for a long time now but we just met. I mean not just met but in the grand scheme of time and all…” She giggled and then caught her hands on the ropes so she didn’t fall off backwards, “Church, hon, you don’t gotta worry about that. You’re a swell guy but you ain’t my type. Got the wrong, assets, if you get my drift. Naw, dude, I’m talking about being my tag partner.” John wasn’t really catching any drifts at this point, “I’m not sure what is my type, am I my type?” he looked up to her, “I’ve never had a tag partner,” there was a long pause as John paced back and forth in front of the ring, he mumbled to himself, seemingly assessing a complicated algorithm but then suddenly he stated, “Okay. We’re a team now.” “Fuckin’ A!” she gave a bit of a whoop and jumped from the turnbuckle to the mat. The ring shook in a slightly concerning manner, “Trust me. This is gonna be awesome,” she then scratched the back of her head, wearing the sheepish look of someone who may have done something she shouldn’t have, “cuz when I said ‘my debut’ I maaaaay have kinda meant our debut.” John looked at her blankly, which was the default expression seemingly and Mike braced herself for an objection, “Okay. Fine with me.” She let out a relieved ‘phew!’ and shrugged her shoulders a bit, “Sorry for jumping the gun. I kinda got excited and I probably shoulda asked you first.” “It’s okay,” and in what some would consider emotionless, “I’m excited, too. I can barely contain myself.” “You being sarcastic, man? I mean, seriously, you ain’t mad at me, are you?” “I’m not. I’m just not in the way of … I don’t know, I just,” he stumbled over his words, “I’m just not good with showing what I mean. Last person who talked me on the regular just told me the same thing every night.” “Oh, ok. Fair enough. Mind if I ask about that?” John rolled into the ring and sat in the middle with his legs crossed. He stared up through the branches of the maple tree into the sky. “John, you and me have a lot in common, you know that right? Let me tell you why. You should have seen it. You would have been proud. They didn’t recognize her face after what I did. They said I done it twenty seven times, Johnny, but all I know is that hammer was so caked in the essence of her that it excited me. I got all in them guts that night and she was still warm, you believe that shit? It excites me just talking about it. Makes me feel good inside. I’m touching myself right now, how do you like that, boy? How’s it make you feel? I feel like this vent is a one-way but I know you likes it, Johnny. You and me is kindred spirits. She did me wrong, too, and I made her pay just like you made her pay. Oh, Johnny, I’m so close, why don’t you talk to me, help me finish and whisper sweet nothings into my ear.” John sighed, “I never helped him for fifteen years and then one day he was gone. Every night, he’d say that. And then it was his time. I kind of missed him because no one talked to me much anyway. So I hope you understand that I’m listening and I hear what you say but there just isn’t much to say right now. I like being in this ring right now. I love this sport. And so I think he was wrong in the terms of commonality. You and me share the same passion so I hope that is enough for now. I hope what I shared provides some context to that I mean what I mean and I’m all for this arrangement.” Her expression was odd, somewhere between sympathy (meant for him) and disgust (directed at the other guy), as if she could understand the need for staving off isolation but was no less grossed out by what that other, now dead fucker had subjected her new friend to on the nightly. Mike sighed a bit and shifted her face to something more neutral and finally she nodded in acknowledgment. At least he’d shared something. Progress. Baby steps. And if he said he meant what he said, she’d believe him, 

“Alright. I read you. Anywho, I got a mini gym setup in the garage too. Nothing fancy. Some bags, weights, stuff like that. Mi casa es su casa, mi, fuckin’ train wreck of a training setup es su fuckin’ train wreck of a training setup. Which reminds me, you still got a single coming up. That Malice fucker, if I remember right. You got any idea what you’re gonna say?” “I don’t know. I’m not sure what to say right now. I really don’t want to talk to that guy anymore,”John meant Ace Heart - the lead interview man, “he doesn’t act like the way he does to anyone but me. He keeps asking questions he could answer himself.” “Hm. I don’t like the mustached fucker much either, but just to play devil’s advocate for a sec, maybe he’s frustrated that he’s not gettin’ nothin’ out of you. He’s nice to everybody else cuz they give him what he wants easy, but you’re not like everybody else. Which ain’t a bad thing but is driving him fuckin’ nuts,” she tapped her chin, and fiddled with the brim of her cap, “Got an idea. You don’t wanna deal with him, and I don’t want you dealing with fucking internet trolls. So, why don’t you talk to me instead? I got a phone with decent video. We could do a couple practice runs an’ then give ‘em the real goods. How’s that sound?” “Okay.” Mike directed him to stand in the middle of the ring. She stood on the apron with phone in hand and framed the video so one could see him from the waist up. She pinched in and out on the touch screen before she was satisfied with the shot. “Okay, tell me what you think about your opponent for Friday Night Rampage, Malice?” John looked directly into the camera lenses, “He seems nice.” She turned off the camera, her attempted veneer of professionalism falling by the wayside for the moment, “He’s not fuckin’ nice at all! He’s an asshole! And kind of a weirdo. I mean, I ain't no kinkshamer but I was waitin' for him and his chick to start suckin' on each other's toes or someshit. Eugh. ” “How do you know that? We never met them.” “Do you pay attention to other people’s video spots? He’s always going on about violence and suffering and shit. Not nice.” “I mean, yeah, but, okay, well, he’s not nice. I concede to that point.” She sighed once more, “Okay. Let’s try this again,” she pressed the button on the camera and started recording, repeating her previous question. “Malice …” She leaned forward a bit, a small look of anticipation on her face. “Did you know that an average person’s yearly fast food intake will contain 12 public hairs? I found that interesting.” “No, no!” she cut the camera off again, “Okay. I want you to please give me something fucking… real. Like, REAL real. Not random facts. Not goddamn touting of how nice your opponent is. Something real. You gave me something real in the parking lot. It was raw and uncomfortable but it was fucking REAL and that’s what I want. That’s what people’re wanting out of you. Fuck, it might even be cathartic. Can you do that, Church? Can you give me that?” John simply nodded. “Alright. Third time’s the fuckin’ charm. One, Two… MAKE GOOD TV,”

 she flicked the camera on again. She followed him with the shot as he paced in what she was getting used to as thinking time for the big man. Nearly half a minute past and Mike was about to switch off the camera and call it a day when John finally spoke up. “I’ve been here for just over a month now. I’ve won some and I lost some if you happen to be keeping track. I’m not going away. I thought about it. It would be easy to succumb to what some expect of me. I’ve been thinking a lot about that, too.” John stopped the pacing and then raised a balled fist in front of him. He then raised up his index finger, “Thomas, I heard you loud and clear and maybe if I were inclined to care, I would be devastated that your client got one over me. In hindsight, your sermon on who I am and just what effect your inflammatory statements would have on me were just a little flat. Maybe it had the opposite intended outcome because you don’t know one thing about me other then what you read. But what do I know? I’m not a mind reader.” Two. “Warrior. I have no doubt on what you may not fear. You blustered and puffed out your chest and you emphatically stated what you are. I am a professional wrestler and you are a fighter. You remember who you are and you remember back to that night on what being a fighter did for you.” Three. “Former champion. You made ultimatums. You questioned my dedication to this sport. You underestimated me. And so you have been weighed on the scales and have been found wanting.” Four, however at this point, he closed his hand. Mike zoomed in the camera closer on John’s face. “That, I guess, brings us to the present. The intention to cause pain and suffering; to do evil; ill will. That is pretty accurate. You and me stand at the opposite ends of the spectrum. However, you do not stand before me for judgment. I will not don the white hat that evening. I do however want you to understand that I do not share your willingness to do harm unto others. This is a sport and with your intentions you are a man out of time. You are a ruthless mercenary and you’ll do anything to survive the day.” He snapped his fingers. “Wake up from that day dream. The darkness that permeates every fiber of your being does not make me falter. I got biblical a little earlier and so maybe I hope you can understand this,” he cleared his throat, “Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance. I think someone like you believes in that whether you want to admit it or not. The wounds you accumulate and bestow are what you perhaps consider a character building experience. I’ve been stuck on it, too. The thing is, and believe me, I’m not entirely sold on the idea of a higher power but your idea of suffering is pointless. There is no reason to suffer if not for faith. Maybe not faith in a traditional sense but you know the idea of believing that there is a core set of values that tell you to love one another. That suffering eventually means something. I know what you bring and it amounts to nothing. So bring that value to a ring very much like this one.” He pointed down towards the canvas. “And get that if you go outside of the constraints of the rules, you will eventually lose and your suffering will be for nought. Glory is your God and you have repeatedly disappointed Him. Don’t take my unwillingness to live up to the moniker of this company as not being cut out for it. And on the flip side, don’t take as it a declaration of superiority. It’s just who I am. What I am capable of doing with my hands may be more than enough to sate just what defines you.” John looked past the camera and at Mike. She got the unvoiced cue and turned off the feed. “Something like that?” “Oh my fucking god, YES! Awesome! I’m gonna send that in as is, it’s absolutely perfect,” she grinned from ear to ear, obviously impressed, “Can you do that all the time?” “I don’t know. I mean, I don’t like the idea of just being awful to each other. I just wanted to let them know how I felt. Is that what they want?” “Well… it doesn’t matter what they want, exactly. I’m not asking you to be awful. Just honest.”
 John stared at her blankly and then just slightly his mouth curved into a semblance of a smirk. “I can do that, partner.”

[taendrils]

I cannot believe I Have Been this stupid, This foolish, this absolutely dense And did not read this sooner it's 1 am an I have. An 8 hr class day in like. 6 hrs BUT BRO!!! BROO MISS LO HOW DARE YOU DO ALL THAT I AM SICK! IN LOVE! AND FEEL PERSONALLY VICTIMIZED & DEEP IN MY FEELINGS FOR FISH BOY! My incoherence is legit at an all time high bc of the time & Rollercoaster Of Emotions I experienced in the last chapters that Idk how to fkne think anymore. OK. OK .

First of all. I love this character building going on here the detail put in this is just wild bro and it sets this Jungkook apart so much from other mermaid characters. Besides the interesting anatomical descriptions, The strength, the awareness, childishness, TRUST, impeccable Judgement and Inherent Goodness abt him (and if im honest The way he eats? Like. Man. Very good indirect illustration of his deadly nature), just, Oh God. I guess curiosity is expected from characters like these but I haven't read something similar in so long therefore I was extremely endeared all throughout. I could fill way more paragtaphs about him but Let me just say I fell in love and I wld declare myself a proud fish fucker. I will not elaborate and others who might read this will just have to see for themselves.

Secondly, miss OC. Oh my god what an angel. Besides obviously brave and a little too trusting, I love her empathy, loyalty, her constant self-questioning from an ethical point of view, carefulness with boundaries, and I Love Love Love how heart-driven she is and how much she feels. Her reactions are very appropriate and her emotions are very genuine, as well as her train of thought and subtle humour that sometimes goes on there, it brings you closer to ... Well, something that simulates reality. I am attached to her as well and the side characters too but Damn The main pairing really just steals the show like that.

Thirdly, MAN. the Storyline. It is so refreshing to see one plot where the scientists want to Help and not conduct inhumane experiments on the mermaid I can't even begin to tell you how much this comforted me :D. His past is obviously heartbreaking and coming back to haunt Us readers but each chapter it gets deeper and more tragic and heavier on the heart. Phew. There's so much potential for that to cause so much more trouble in the future (also i am writing this as i finished all available chapters so i wont spoil anything) that we won't be prepared for, I was A Coil all along the tense situations and wanted to stop reading but all I could think was ohnoohnoohnoo and kept reading. I couldn'T Stoppp. And I can't stop rambling rn so I'm trying to contain this. Their gradual closeness, THE FLUFF IN THIS was so gottdamn sweet like how dare you. I did stop. Look around. Tried not to squeal. Calmed myself down after. Said something like "this is the cutest fucking shit". Went ohmygodohmygod at the kiss scene and had to pause again. Felt like I was 14 again and reading sth lifechanging about one direction I swearrr. I missed reading things and being animated so much and this got me invested enough to do be like that and I'm SO GRATEFUL and forreal I will stop because I really need to sleep and stop being a clown but WOW I AM SO HAPPIE I MADE THE CHOICE TO READ THIS TONIGHT. I trust u wholeheartedly with this series! SO BLESSED SO MOVED SO GRATEFUL ICB MY MOOTS ARE THIS TALENTED ! SICK & TWISTED!

Drown for You | 01

There was something in that enormous tank, hidden in the murky water. All you knew was that you weren’t allowed inside the room and that it used to hold something dangerous.

pairing: merman!JK x reader

genre: sci-fi, merman/siren AU, fluff, angst (maybe future smut, i haven’t decided yet.)

word count: 5.7k

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part 1/?  <previous next>

warnings: none, this part is very mild.

© Drown for You is copyright callistojjk 2020, all rights are reserved. This fic can not be modified, reposted or translated without my permission.

author’s note: so i basically wrote this in a day, it’s not exactly proof read just so you know. i’ll probably go back and edit it later. As always let me know what you think and if you want a part two!

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You’d been an intern at Namjoon’s lab for a few weeks now. It was an opportunity you just couldn’t pass up when your mother, a friend of his mother’s, had told you that there was a spot open.  You didn’t really know each other that well but apparently you shared an interest in marine life. 

It was more interesting than you would have ever imagined, the creatures being kept in the large building fascinated you beyond belief. It was a marine lab that also doubled as a rescue center when needed, the occasional wounded seal being treated in a tank.

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[west-haven]

got thru day two of Abby last night and fuck me man

just.......... fuck me

WALL CLICKERS???? THAT THING IN THE HOSPITAL???? ARE YOU LITERALLY FUCKING FOR REAL????????

I was so fucking tense in the office building, it was like the hotel basement of the first game but worse cuz I legit didn’t know what was coming and also WALL CLICKERS

I snuck around and took out two clickers at the end, but then when I got fucked by a damn wall clicker, the bloater saw me and I was just 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 and lit it up. And it’s like PHEW OKAY done, let’s look around for supplies. But then it’s like HI ANOTHER RANDOM WALL CLICKER WHEN YOUR GUARD WAS DOWN

FUCK

fuck

ugh

And then the hospital

When I got there it was once again like, fuck whoops I totally killed all these people and this dog when I was Ellie, don’t fucking look at me right now. When I got into the infected parts of the hospital, I actually was looking at a slight walkthrough cuz I was just not having it, I wanted to know what was coming and how many of them

And when the section said “run.” I was like. Excuse me???? And then it happened and it’s like WHAT THE LITERAL FUCKING FUCK FUCK FUCK

I died soooooo many times and used all my shotgun ammo and grenades and flamethrower juice and it’s like, my heart was just fucking dead there. Don’t chase me in video games, just fucking don’t, I cannot take it

Anyway fuck all of that. What matters is that Lev is a precious baby and when I realized he was like my little Ellie I was like I GOT AN ELLIE LOOK LOOK HE EVEN HAS A KNIFE THAT HE PLAYS WITH. Exploring with him was soooooooo cute esp when Abby picked up a quarter and he was like “what is that? A quarter? A quarter of what?” And she just snorts with laughter

Also can I just say the great gameplay design of if Abby looks off a big edge of a building or something and she visually recoils back or even stumbles??? Like I would just be exploring and I see a thing so I look off of it to see if there’s a secret and I started to notice that yeah, her breathing gets labored and stuff if you look off the edge. It totally sets up the big fear and shit she goes thru with that sky bridge Lev takes her through with also FUCK THAT BRIDGE THAT IS LEGIT SCARY OMG. That was insaaaaaaaneeeee omg

And yeah I won’t hide it, I do like Abby a lot. Sure, Things have Happened with her and she had Done some Stuff. But damnit, she’s just doing what Ellie ended up doing, fighting for her revenge no matter where it took her, so it’s like fuck, she’s not evil. It’s really clear that her journey for revenge did her no favors for her life, so honestly it really is like her and Ellie are two sides of the same coin

FUUUUUUUCK I wanna fucking finish this game cuz I wanna know what happens next. But when I got done with day two last night, it was like 11:30 and it’s like, nah man, I can’t

And sure enough in my dreams I was in a tlou level and I certainly saw one of those big fuckers so that’s why I am awake at 5am like “fuck me, fuck this game.” I am so tired rn

I’m off work tomorrow and so hopefully I’ll be able to beat it then??? It is Killing Me to not know how this game ends but hopefully soon it’ll be over and I can then process this wild and amazing ride

but fuck man

why did the designers of this game see the true form of Envy in FMA and think like “oh let’s make a nightmare demon like that and have players fight it”

fuck man

[sending-the-message]

Why I stopped hacking. For good. Part 2. by Menmaro

Allow me to preface this second part by thanking those who read my first part and enjoyed it. I would like to apologise for any poor grammar/spelling or formatting as I am writing this on my on my phone so formatting is extremely difficult. My laptop is in another country at the moment so when I return home I will format these stories and future ones properly. Please bear with me and enjoy part 2.

I would also like to add that this tale is of an encounter of a friend of mine. I did not experience this first hand and thus I have to make up what his thoughts were (some are his exact thoughts) to what I would have expected him to feel from knowing him. This story is how he told me so as far as I know it is true. He has stopped hacking and spends most of his time gaming and working.

Continued.

I stood frozen in horror. Panic swept over my body and thoughts flooded my mind. What happened to my mother? Is she OK? What is this son of a bitch doing with her phone? I knew I had to calm down, something didn't seem right. I picked up the phone and looked at the caller ID. It just said mum, no number. Fuck, how could I be so stupid, he was just masking his caller ID, must be to throw me off balance. I'll play along, there must be something I'm missing.

"Wh.. What are you doing with my mum's phone? Where is she? Is she OK?"

A laugh came from the other end, a deep, disgusting laugh. I decided to record the call, maybe I can play around with the recording and find this caller’s real voice. It may not be much, but this asshole knows where I live and probably who my parents are. He starts talking.

"Danni, Danni, Danni. The safety of your mother depends on the outcome of our little game. I told you one's life is on the line but, I should have elaborated and said it shouldn't necessarily be the player's life. So, are you ready to play?"

At this point I had a thought; How can James see me? I have no cameras connected to the WiFi, my desktop camera is disconnected and I ripped out my laptop camera when I got the damn thing. Another option would be he broke into my apartment and installed cameras when I was out. But why would he risk getting caught like that. I may have cameras at home and catch him doing it. No he must be using one of my devices.

“Doesn't seem like I have a choice James. Let's fucking play.”

I braced myself for what he would say. We’ve all watched those horror movies, these games weren’t exactly Mario Kart sort of level. Suddenly I knew, I wanted to throw myself from my apartment for how stupid I'd been. In my hand I held the single device that had a camera and was connected to my WiFi. My fucking phone. I didn't want to jump to the conclusion that that was the only camera that was being used, so I decided to test it. Before I do anything though, he begins to speak.

“Well well Danni, I must say, you’ve got balls. Most guys would have started to cry or beg me to stop. This will most certainly be fun.”

I've had enough of this shit. I start to test my theory. I started googling shit like “how to track a phone call”, and “how to find cameras in a house”. I wanted to see if he could see my screen and sure enough the confirmation came through.

“Oh Danni, it’s cute you’re still trying to fight back. But I can assure you, you will not be able to track this call and you will not find out how I can see you.”

Challenge accepted dickhead. I angle my phone away from my bag and take out a USB dongle. If this asshole is on my WiFi I'm gonna make him think he's controlling all of my devices. I look for my laptop whilst trying to make as little noise as possible and again, angling the phone away from what I am doing. I find my laptop, boot it up and plug my dongle into it.

“Yeah well, I'm one tough son of a bitch… so when we playing James? And do go over the rules properly yeah? I'd like to whoop your ass playing by your rules dipshit.”

My strategy was to show no fear. In truth, I was terrified. But I knew the instant he smelled fear, he would have total control over me, and I'd fuck up and forget basic stuff like I had when this shit show first started. My laptop finished booting up. Excellent. I knew this fucker was using my network somehow. So I decided to hack my own network and see how he got in. Maybe he left something behind.

“The rules are simple Danni. You wanted to play judge, jury and executioner. We are going to go through your history of white knight justice, and see just how much of a hero you really are.”

Hero… huh… there was a time when I thought I was a hero… maybe it was when I made that child molestor end his own life. I told myself I was a hero because he wouldn't hurt another child. In truth, was I a murderer? Was this my past coming to haunt me? No time to think about this. It isn't just my life on the line here, everyone I care about is in danger and there's no time to be selfish.

“Ha… hero… that’s cute James, but I’ve always known I was the devil. A necessary evil. But sure, let's take a walk down memory lane. Maybe that will remind you who the fuck you’re dealing with.”

My attempts were bringing up nothing. I managed to break into my own network many times but I couldn't find a trace of another device, not a trace of information transfer. Wait… information transfer. Outgoing and incoming traffic. Fuck I'm stupid. He can see a stream of my screen which means I have outgoing traffic somewhere right? I start monitoring my outgoing traffic. Encrypted of course but there was still an address. A server that this information was going through. I find the address of the server and decide to do something extremely stupid and might sentence myself to prison or worse, no access to a computer. But I decide that is a small price to pay for the safety of my family.

“Well well Danni, watch your screen as the images pop up. Leeeeets roll the tape ladies and gentlemen.”

What a fucking psycho, I don't pay much attention to the tone of his voice as I set up my botnet for a distributed denial of service attack. My hope is that if I bring down the server for a bit, I'll be able to see where the requests are coming from and track it from there. It is a long shot but it might work. As I'm doing this I also stop recording the call and send the recording over to my laptop. All the while I’m angling my phone away from my laptop, and since he hasn't spoken of it, my theory that the only camera being my phone turns out to be correct. I finally feel like I'm making the right moves in this twisted game of chess, I'm just hoping I'll be the one to say checkmate at the end though.

“Victim number one; Brock. 16 years old. You destroyed his relationship and got him kicked out of his home. He spent 3 years on the streets before overdosing on heroine. That wasn’t a nice thing to do Danni.”

A picture of 16 year old Brock pops up. He died? Fuck, he was an asshole but didn't deserve to die. I went to far… I went to far… but I couldn't admit it. Not to this psycho. I had to show him that I had no heart.

“Well life sucks, survival of the fittest and all that shit. Maybe he should have been careful with whom he messed with.”

Another disgusting laugh. James is enjoying himself… should I be? No time for that right now. I put the phone on loudspeaker and placed it on my desk, weary that the front camera may be used I kept it well out of my sight and put an earphone into my left ear. Time to tweak around with this recording and “unmodulate” this voice.

“Danni, this isn't gonna end up well if you show no remorse. Now the fun begins. Remember his girlfriend? It’s confession time Danniiiii.”

As if it were alive, my PC opened up Skype and auto signed in. Fuck I'm so stupid, was I really that lazy? A number is entered into it and it starts dialling. Ring ring…

“What do you want me to do James? Tell her the online babe was me and Brock wasn't a cheating dickhead? What's that going to change?”

My botnet was ready and I started my attack on the server address instantly. I then watched my incoming and outgoing traffic closely. All I needed was a hiccup, something that will lead me to James. In that moment it was like the entire world grinded to a halt. In that moment, it wouldn't matter to me if the moon was crashing down onto the Earth to end all life as we knew it. All that mattered was this stream of information. Tick tock tick tock tick tock. I could hear the second hand on my watch ticking…

There! A clue… phew, was starting to lose hope. I start work on it, did James notice? I'd imagine his connection to my network might have dropped since I saw a request ping but nothing going back. Was he too busy trying to guilt trip me that he got too cocky and didn't notice? My Skype was still ringing was she going to pick up?

“Hello?” A girl's voice. She sounds kinda cute actually, is James hooking us up? Wrong time for jokes there.

James speaks to me “Go on Danni, answer her. Tell her your name and what you did to Brock.”

I decide to play along, true he didn't call me from my mum’s number, but that doesn't mean he still can't hurt her.

“Liz? It’s Daniel Kurt. We went to school together with Brock.”

There was a pause, I can't imagine how awkward this must be for her. I didn't have time to care though, I ran a search on the address and whilst that was going on, I continued tweaking with the recording.

“Danni? That loony kid that used to get beaten up all the time?”

Ahhh what a bitch. Hooking us up my ass. I had to fight back the urge to shout and educate her ignorant ass on what autism was. Whatever though, not my concern. At least breaking this news to here won't be as painful to me as I thought.

“Yeah that's me, the loony kid.” I laughed and I could swear I heard James laughing too. Asshole. “So listen, don't suppose you remember Brock Leland? You kinda slept with him at that time.” Maybe not the best choice of words.

“Yeah I remember him, I heard he died from drug overdose, makes me feel horrible breaking up with him…” another pause, “why?”

Fuck. How do I say this? This is a confession, if she takes this to the police I'm fucking screwed. Fuck any chance I have of getting away with this. I was 16 though, does it matter? I read somewhere that crimes committed before 18 aren't dealt with anymore. I was just a kid? Damn it. To hell with this, I need to stop this madness before he makes me call a victim of an attack I committed after 18.

“Yeah well, it’s my fault he did this. He made my life shit for when I was at school. So I decided to fight back. He never cheated on you, I made it look like he was.”

A really long pause. Gives me time to work on this recording. Nothing remotely human yet. Still searching that address, why is it taking forever?

“Danni.” Her voice was extremely soft. I was expecting something else. An angrier tone would have made more sense.

“Yeah...?”

“I know.”

[lazy-safetastic-13]

17 and 1 seem like they could pair well, Spicycinnaroll? (Since I don't get to read that one as often.)

Here you go! Thanks for requesting. 

1. “Can you please come and get me?”

17. “I don’t know where I am. Help me”

Note: Lol, that title. I cry. so Bad. have mercy. I’m weak. Best title (w>)

Title: Trying to be Humerus

Pairing: SpicyCinaroll

Words: 1, 213

The moment he heard his phone ring, it confused him at firstbefore rushing to answer it.

Other from Undyne and Sans, with theirfamiliar and specific ringtone, he had the others set to the defaultone. But there was one other monster he had set a specific ringtone to;however, the latter rarely called.

Immediately, he pressed the call button and greeted hislover with glee. "Red! This is a surprise. You neverreally ca—"

“P-P-Paps.”

The hoarseness of the other’s tone made him stop. He couldalso hear heavy breathing. “Red, what’s the matter?” Worry andanxiousness flooded him when it took some time for Red to answer.

“C-Can you just … Can you p-please come andget me?”

“I—Of course! Where are you?” Papyrus wasgetting ready, taking off his kitchen apron and headed to the doorway to wearhis red boots; the pressed between the side of his head and shoulder.

“… I-I don’t know where I am… H-Help me.” Ed’s voiced was becoming strained, and the way hislover practically pleaded so helplessly made him almost want to cry himself.

But he stayed strong. “Shh. It’s going to beokay.” He paused for a moment and inwardly groaned at the thought, but ifit’ll lighten his lover’s mood. “You’re going tibia okay.We’re skeletons, so nothing gets under our skin, so I want you to stay onthe telebone for a little while longer. Understood?” God,he wanted to die.

But it was worth it when, although it sounded a bit pained,Red laughed in delight. "L-Love you, Paps. I-I’ll keepbeing a l-lazy bones over here.“

Papyrus chuckled and opened the door. “Good.”

Papyrus had called everyone he knew to help find Red.Numbers were good for search party. And all this time, the skeleton triedgetting his lover to tell him as much detail as he could of his location.

There wasn’t much to go from unfortunately, when it was darkon Red’s side.

He said the room felt like it was getting hot, and maybe… burning? But he wasn’t sure about the latter.

“Nyeh! B-Burning?!” Papyrus looked to his brotherstricken with fear.

Sans informed every one of the new information and lookedfor places that might be set on fire.

Both Papyrus and Fell worked the hardest, and ran all overthe place.

It was pure luck and an unfortunate event when they heard anexplosion happened on one of the builings. And at that moment, Papyrus heardthe phone hang up. “R-Red?!” He tried calling back only toimmediately be greeted with the voicemail lady.

His brother was at his side along with Honey, and the twoteleported immediately inside. Fell on the other hand, didn’t waste anothermoment and cane charging in. Heedless of the fire and falling stone. Papyruswasn’t too far behind.

“It came from the top floors!” Fell had said, thefour of them split and searched a floor near the fire.

The building was shaking, and more and more of the floorbegan to cave from its poor structure.

“Red! Red!” He called for partner relentlessly,inhaling a bit of fumes that made him cough as he opened each door with thehope that Red was there.

One after another, over and over. It was getting harder to breathethe closer he got to the source of the blast, and he perspired profusely.

Finally, one of them had found him as Sans went to tell himand ported both of them out of the building.

And when he saw Red, he was conflicted between relief and despairat his lover’s poor condition, and was carried away by Fell to the hospital.The latter had been overprotective and had only allowed Papyrus to accompanyhim.

Red was immediately put into emergency care, and all the twoskeletons did, was sit, and wait.

Red was … Papyrus leaned forward to place his forehead onhis gloved hands.

He saw some broken bones; a large amount of blood stainedthe clothes, a large crack on the head travelling down to an eye socket. Atooth was missing, and…

For the first time in Papyrus’ life, he knew what it meantto want to murder someone; the urge to hurt the people that dare did this tohis lover.

Though, as if Fell had sensed his intentions, he said,“My brother doesn’t want you to fight anyone.”

“… I know.” He knew it clearly, but doesn’t meanhe wasn’t allowed to think about it.

“Don’t worry. We’ll find the culprits and deal withthem. You just focus on helping my brother out.”

Papyrus smiled softly, though disappointed, “Yeah, Iwill.”

It was certainly these serious moments that Fell respectedthe skeleton and found they had things more in common than he’d expected.

And they sat there, waiting, waiting, and waiting.

When Red came to, he was disoriented and almost immediatelyblinded by the bright lights. It took a while for his vision to readjust, onlyto notice that he could only see with one eye. Damn. Those fuckers gotme good.

He went to check for other damage, but found himself wincingand struggling.

Just then, the door opened, and Papyrus came in with a trayof food, surprised to find him awake. “Oh! Excellent timing!”

He smiled excitedly, sitting on the chair beside his bed.“How are you feeling? Oh! Wait.” He made him drink a couple sips ofwater from a straw before continuing. “Now, how are feeling?”

Seeing Papyrus cheerful really brought his spirits up, andsmiled at him. “Better than before.“ But the frown that cameafter caught him off guard. “What's—” He understood immediately whenthe latter caressed his cheek; he leaned into the touch.

“Your eye … is it …”

“Yeah.”

Red was actually expecting the latter to apologize and hewas ready to calm him and say it wasn’t his fault, but Papyrus said somethingelse.

“I’m just glad you're alive.” Tearsstarted to pour out. “Really, really glad, ‘cuz,” he tried dryingthem away with his hand before continuing, “I felt so helpless.Then I was scared when I couldn’t contact you again. And you were … you werecovered in so much blood.”

Red didn’t know what was appropriate to say, so he stayedquiet but showed his appreciation by holding the hand on his cheek.

“Red … Would you tell me what happened?” It wasPapyrus’ turn to expect for Red to say no, and for him to say that it was okayand he didn’t want to push, Red said something else.

“I will, but later, okay? I don’t want to remember themright now … Plus, you’re here with me, with food.” His gaze gestured tothe tray.

“Oh!” Papyrus took a bowl of oatmeal and mixed itaround, relieved that it was still warm. “I’d almost forgotten. You needto eat something before you fall asleep again.”

“You gonna feed me, sweetheart?” Red smiledgently, and the sentiments were returned tenfold when the latter’s waspractically radiant.

“Of course, leave it to me!”

“Heh, now,” Red’s grin was absolutely wide. “Tell me more puns and say you love me.”

“… Never again.”

Phew. It’s a workout over here. orz

Not going to be taking requests now. Need to finish four in my inbox.

I’m also slow and stuff. meeeehhhh. orz

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7: Make Good TV

After that torrent of raw emotion, John closed inward. He never wanted to say any of that and he couldn’t imagine that he would have said it to someone who at most was an acquaintance. Despite that, she still persisted and not in a way that would be considered a nuisance but instead a gentle prodding to the next necessary step. Fortunately for Mike, John had kept a slip of paper with his boss’ business number in his wallet. The remnants of his cell phone were now swept away by the cleaning crew and in the near future were scattered about in a nearby landfill. John had insisted to Michael Saint that he needed to speak with Mike as it was integral that she join him as his, and he knew that he was being self-depreciating but it was also possibly what management wanted to hear, his handler. From there, Mike had, within thirty minutes, a private meeting with the general manager and walked out with provisional terms for a contract of employment. Once John had started to leave again so he could slip away into the night - perhaps satisfied that he did his good deed for the day, Mike stopped him once again. Her employee, a young college student, had bailed as he had class in less than seven hours so it was just Mike McGuire now. His conscious thoughts told him to pull away and to go back into seclusion - it was always how it had been so why stop now? But something else, unbeknownst to him, prevailed and he turned to face her. “‘Ay, are you stayin’ anyplace tonight? Got a hotel room or somethin’?” The answer was no. John had abandoned his apartment lease over a month ago now and now technically had no place of residence or any real intention to stay in any more hotel rooms. “I’m just going to hit the road. I usually sleep on the way there. Not really sure yet.” “Well, if you wanted, you could crash at my place. Ain’t the Ritz, but I got a spare room and it beats sleepin’ in your car.” John’s eyes widened as if he had been found out. She pointed at the piled up blanket in the back seat of the car and from there asked if he was really living anywhere. He shook his head. At that point she insisted. One night turned in two nights. Two into a week. That week had become a crash course in the mundane realities of life. John had taken the basic functions for granted and was finding that he was slipping further and further in an attempt to replicate what he had before. John had decided to let go and let Mike light the way. Suddenly he had a bank account. He had a new cellphone with the proviso that this one shouldn’t be broken into a million pieces. He had plane tickets to future destinations because Mike had emphatically stated that his vehicle wouldn’t survive much more criss-crossing of this great nation. Some astute observers could draw the parallel of John waiting for that slot in his steel door to open three times a day but Mike always insisted that he was going to do it next time because she’s not his goddamn Mother. But it wasn’t just that because John concluded that Mike just wanted to talk to someone and she tried repeatedly to strike up conversations. The first couple of nights, John had been regaled of tales of her past. Sometimes it was about business but John didn’t want to talk about himself much so he just listened intently. It was like listening to a good book. Most of the time, though, John kept to himself by reading the book he had lifted at the motel. John, much to Mike’s excitement, had been successful in his last few contests. He had some momentum, she said, and people were starting to take notice. He had recoiled from that. People taking notice meant attracting unwanted attention. It was hard for him to explain. The ring was a sanctuary and despite the viewing audience, it was really just between him and the opposition. The cruelty and negativity were no longer part of the equation - it was now a battle of wits and strength. Two or more opposing forces moving against each other in a violent but beautiful struggle. It was Tuesday afternoon and last night, John had earned a defining victory over a former television champion. Mike, out of nowhere, said it’s time and beckoned him to join her in the backyard. It was time to get in ring shape, she proclaimed. They separated briefly to change into workout gear. John stepped through the open sliding glass door into a yard surrounded by a ten foot tall wooden fence. In the middle of the yard was a ring. It was in a state of disrepair. The ropes looked loose and frayed and some parts were wrapped in duct tape. The turnbuckles were mismatched in color and shape. The canvas was soiled and the branches of a maple tree hung over the ring casting its shadow and depositing leaves and twigs throughout. John couldn’t help to think about that place he’d visit when he started to see red. That ring was his garden. It was where he would grow. “I like it,” John said with complete sincerity. “Aw, it ain’t nothin’ special. Got the thing for a song on Craigslist. It’s fourth-hand. Maybe fifth. Fuck, thing might even be eighth-hand, but it’s a damn ring and that’s what’s important.” “Craig seems to have a lot of things you’ve acquired.” “It’s a website. Kinda like a giant garage sale, aw, never mind, that ain’t important right now,” she slid into the ring and hopped up to sit on a turnbuckle, “I’m supposed t’ debut on May 11th. Still can’t thank you enough for gettin’ my foot in the door.” John walked tentatively around the ring, his fingers tracing along the stained apron, “Gives you plenty of time to prepare, I suppose. As for the introduction, I believe this last week has more than made up for one phone call.” “You can stay as long as you want, y’know. I’ve kinda liked having someone to talk to b’sides Mr. Met,”chuckling, she leaned forward a bit, somewhat like a perched phoenix, “Y’know, Church, I’ve been thinking. That was smart, what you said to get Saint’s attention, but I don’t think you could use a handler. Without gettin’ into it, I think you’ve had enough of that. My opinion, what you could probably use better,” she gave that same impish grin he’d seen on her face plenty by now, “is a partner.” John pulled at the bottom rope and it had too much give, “Mike,” he cleared his throat nervously, “I’ve been alone for a long time now but we just met. I mean not just met but in the grand scheme of time and all…” She giggled and then caught her hands on the ropes so she didn’t fall off backwards, “Church, hon, you don’t gotta worry about that. You’re a swell guy but you ain’t my type. Got the wrong, assets, if you get my drift. Naw, dude, I’m talking about being my tag partner.” John wasn’t really catching any drifts at this point, “I’m not sure what is my type, am I my type?” he looked up to her, “I’ve never had a tag partner,” there was a long pause as John paced back and forth in front of the ring, he mumbled to himself, seemingly assessing a complicated algorithm but then suddenly he stated, “Okay. We’re a team now.” “Fuckin’ A!” she gave a bit of a whoop and jumped from the turnbuckle to the mat. The ring shook in a slightly concerning manner, “Trust me. This is gonna be awesome,” she then scratched the back of her head, wearing the sheepish look of someone who may have done something she shouldn’t have, “cuz when I said ‘my debut’ I maaaaay have kinda meant our debut.” John looked at her blankly, which was the default expression seemingly and Mike braced herself for an objection, “Okay. Fine with me.” She let out a relieved ‘phew!’ and shrugged her shoulders a bit, “Sorry for jumping the gun. I kinda got excited and I probably shoulda asked you first.” “It’s okay,” and in what some would consider emotionless, “I’m excited, too. I can barely contain myself.” “You being sarcastic, man? I mean, seriously, you ain’t mad at me, are you?” “I’m not. I’m just not in the way of … I don’t know, I just,” he stumbled over his words, “I’m just not good with showing what I mean. Last person who talked me on the regular just told me the same thing every night.” “Oh, ok. Fair enough. Mind if I ask about that?” John rolled into the ring and sat in the middle with his legs crossed. He stared up through the branches of the maple tree into the sky. “John, you and me have a lot in common, you know that right? Let me tell you why. You should have seen it. You would have been proud. They didn’t recognize her face after what I did. They said I done it twenty seven times, Johnny, but all I know is that hammer was so caked in the essence of her that it excited me. I got all in them guts that night and she was still warm, you believe that shit? It excites me just talking about it. Makes me feel good inside. I’m touching myself right now, how do you like that, boy? How’s it make you feel? I feel like this vent is a one-way but I know you likes it, Johnny. You and me is kindred spirits. She did me wrong, too, and I made her pay just like you made her pay. Oh, Johnny, I’m so close, why don’t you talk to me, help me finish and whisper sweet nothings into my ear.” John sighed, “I never helped him for fifteen years and then one day he was gone. Every night, he’d say that. And then it was his time. I kind of missed him because no one talked to me much anyway. So I hope you understand that I’m listening and I hear what you say but there just isn’t much to say right now. I like being in this ring right now. I love this sport. And so I think he was wrong in the terms of commonality. You and me share the same passion so I hope that is enough for now. I hope what I shared provides some context to that I mean what I mean and I’m all for this arrangement.” Her expression was odd, somewhere between sympathy (meant for him) and disgust (directed at the other guy), as if she could understand the need for staving off isolation but was no less grossed out by what that other, now dead fucker had subjected her new friend to on the nightly. Mike sighed a bit and shifted her face to something more neutral and finally she nodded in acknowledgment. At least he’d shared something. Progress. Baby steps. And if he said he meant what he said, she’d believe him, 

“Alright. I read you. Anywho, I got a mini gym setup in the garage too. Nothing fancy. Some bags, weights, stuff like that. Mi casa es su casa, mi, fuckin’ train wreck of a training setup es su fuckin’ train wreck of a training setup. Which reminds me, you still got a single coming up. That Malice fucker, if I remember right. You got any idea what you’re gonna say?” “I don’t know. I’m not sure what to say right now. I really don’t want to talk to that guy anymore,”John meant Ace Heart - the lead interview man, “he doesn’t act like the way he does to anyone but me. He keeps asking questions he could answer himself.” “Hm. I don’t like the mustached fucker much either, but just to play devil’s advocate for a sec, maybe he’s frustrated that he’s not gettin’ nothin’ out of you. He’s nice to everybody else cuz they give him what he wants easy, but you’re not like everybody else. Which ain’t a bad thing but is driving him fuckin’ nuts,” she tapped her chin, and fiddled with the brim of her cap, “Got an idea. You don’t wanna deal with him, and I don’t want you dealing with fucking internet trolls. So, why don’t you talk to me instead? I got a phone with decent video. We could do a couple practice runs an’ then give ‘em the real goods. How’s that sound?” “Okay.” Mike directed him to stand in the middle of the ring. She stood on the apron with phone in hand and framed the video so one could see him from the waist up. She pinched in and out on the touch screen before she was satisfied with the shot. “Okay, tell me what you think about your opponent for Friday Night Rampage, Malice?” John looked directly into the camera lenses, “He seems nice.” She turned off the camera, her attempted veneer of professionalism falling by the wayside for the moment, “He’s not fuckin’ nice at all! He’s an asshole! And kind of a weirdo. I mean, I ain't no kinkshamer but I was waitin' for him and his chick to start suckin' on each other's toes or someshit. Eugh. ” “How do you know that? We never met them.” “Do you pay attention to other people’s video spots? He’s always going on about violence and suffering and shit. Not nice.” “I mean, yeah, but, okay, well, he’s not nice. I concede to that point.” She sighed once more, “Okay. Let’s try this again,” she pressed the button on the camera and started recording, repeating her previous question. “Malice …” She leaned forward a bit, a small look of anticipation on her face. “Did you know that an average person’s yearly fast food intake will contain 12 public hairs? I found that interesting.” “No, no!” she cut the camera off again, “Okay. I want you to please give me something fucking… real. Like, REAL real. Not random facts. Not goddamn touting of how nice your opponent is. Something real. You gave me something real in the parking lot. It was raw and uncomfortable but it was fucking REAL and that’s what I want. That’s what people’re wanting out of you. Fuck, it might even be cathartic. Can you do that, Church? Can you give me that?” John simply nodded. “Alright. Third time’s the fuckin’ charm. One, Two… MAKE GOOD TV,”

 she flicked the camera on again. She followed him with the shot as he paced in what she was getting used to as thinking time for the big man. Nearly half a minute past and Mike was about to switch off the camera and call it a day when John finally spoke up. “I’ve been here for just over a month now. I’ve won some and I lost some if you happen to be keeping track. I’m not going away. I thought about it. It would be easy to succumb to what some expect of me. I’ve been thinking a lot about that, too.” John stopped the pacing and then raised a balled fist in front of him. He then raised up his index finger, “Thomas, I heard you loud and clear and maybe if I were inclined to care, I would be devastated that your client got one over me. In hindsight, your sermon on who I am and just what effect your inflammatory statements would have on me were just a little flat. Maybe it had the opposite intended outcome because you don’t know one thing about me other then what you read. But what do I know? I’m not a mind reader.” Two. “Warrior. I have no doubt on what you may not fear. You blustered and puffed out your chest and you emphatically stated what you are. I am a professional wrestler and you are a fighter. You remember who you are and you remember back to that night on what being a fighter did for you.” Three. “Former champion. You made ultimatums. You questioned my dedication to this sport. You underestimated me. And so you have been weighed on the scales and have been found wanting.” Four, however at this point, he closed his hand. Mike zoomed in the camera closer on John’s face. “That, I guess, brings us to the present. The intention to cause pain and suffering; to do evil; ill will. That is pretty accurate. You and me stand at the opposite ends of the spectrum. However, you do not stand before me for judgment. I will not don the white hat that evening. I do however want you to understand that I do not share your willingness to do harm unto others. This is a sport and with your intentions you are a man out of time. You are a ruthless mercenary and you’ll do anything to survive the day.” He snapped his fingers. “Wake up from that day dream. The darkness that permeates every fiber of your being does not make me falter. I got biblical a little earlier and so maybe I hope you can understand this,” he cleared his throat, “Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance. I think someone like you believes in that whether you want to admit it or not. The wounds you accumulate and bestow are what you perhaps consider a character building experience. I’ve been stuck on it, too. The thing is, and believe me, I’m not entirely sold on the idea of a higher power but your idea of suffering is pointless. There is no reason to suffer if not for faith. Maybe not faith in a traditional sense but you know the idea of believing that there is a core set of values that tell you to love one another. That suffering eventually means something. I know what you bring and it amounts to nothing. So bring that value to a ring very much like this one.” He pointed down towards the canvas. “And get that if you go outside of the constraints of the rules, you will eventually lose and your suffering will be for nought. Glory is your God and you have repeatedly disappointed Him. Don’t take my unwillingness to live up to the moniker of this company as not being cut out for it. And on the flip side, don’t take as it a declaration of superiority. It’s just who I am. What I am capable of doing with my hands may be more than enough to sate just what defines you.” John looked past the camera and at Mike. She got the unvoiced cue and turned off the feed. “Something like that?” “Oh my fucking god, YES! Awesome! I’m gonna send that in as is, it’s absolutely perfect,” she grinned from ear to ear, obviously impressed, “Can you do that all the time?” “I don’t know. I mean, I don’t like the idea of just being awful to each other. I just wanted to let them know how I felt. Is that what they want?” “Well… it doesn’t matter what they want, exactly. I’m not asking you to be awful. Just honest.”
 John stared at her blankly and then just slightly his mouth curved into a semblance of a smirk. “I can do that, partner.”