#pigtail Johnny is in my BLOOD now

[johnnycademylove]

johnny in pigtails? he’d look adorable

AUAGAH going through some of my inbox sososos Jonny pigtails!!!

Also the other request, he took out the pigtails and is now putting in hair gel

[mudisgranapat]

III. Where the sun doesn't reach

Word count: 3,2 k

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley X F!Reader Content: zombie apocalypse, children, enemies to lovers, slow burn

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Note: Sorry it took so long to update, I'll try to be more consistent. This one was hard to write because there is a lot of information i needed to put out there and i wanted to make sure it made sense. if it doesn't, please let me know so i can explain better on the next chapter. Enjoy :)

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There was something alien about seeing life growing in a rotting world. Her soft baby skin was a contrast to everyone around her, who wore their skins dirty, scarred, and calloused. He hadn’t truly noticed the baby at first. He had seen her, because soldiers like him were trained to see everything: a child, around a year old, with dark hair and dark eyes. 

As the Humvee hit a bumpy road, he noticed how her curly brown hair was secured in place by two pink elastic bands, the locks on the pigtails moving side to side. She held a pink stuffed dolphin with her chubby hands and swung her feet, making the pink socks go back and forth. She wore a pink jumper that seemed a number too big and was covered in drawings of pink unicorns and rainbow clouds. In Simon’s opinion, it was an obscene amount of pink. He didn’t know if he was more astounded by the combination or by the fact that it had been put together in the middle of an apocalypse. 

Her eyes were hazel, and they bore into Simon’s skull with innocence he thought he would never see again. Especially in a vehicle like that, made for war and destruction. They sat on the back of it, on the seats that faced each other, like he used to do when going on missions, and ‘odd’ didn’t even begin to describe seeing Cami there. Cami. It felt weird to know her name when all the other boys didn’t. Like it was their secret to share. As if she could read his mind, Cami giggled, somehow not fazed by his mask. He was used to people cowering in front of him, children hiding behind their mothers and peeking at him from behind their legs. The opposite seemed to apply to the baby in front of him, as she grinned showing her scarce teeth. 

“Stop staring at my baby.” He rolls his eyes, redirecting his stare to her with a new layer of hardness. The woman looked like she was in her early twenties, but she spoke with the authority of someone who had lived a dozen lives. Her nose and cheeks were covered in scarce freckles from the sun exposure, and her hair was tied in a ponytail, with loose strands now matted to her face in dried blood. Unlike Cami, she hadn’t escaped the crash unscathed. There was a large gash on her forehead from when she probably hit her face on the steering wheel, now covered in gaze from the medkit. Her lip was split and her nose bleeding. During the crash, the instrument panel from the car had collapsed, causing a gnarly knee injury. “Stop staring at me”. He didn’t. She rolled her eyes. 

“Oh, don’t mind Ghost. He does that sometimes.” Johnny said in a joking tone, but lightly kicked Simon’s foot, secretly telling him to quit it. “I think it’s about time we do some proper introductions around here, don’t you think?” She gives him a small smile of approval, moving Cami in her arms. “My name is John McTavish, but you can call me Johnny or Soap, since the old man behind the wheel is also John. We usually call him by his last name, Price. Or Captain, but I feel like that won’t be exactly your vibe” 

“I’m not old, Johnny.” Price says behind the wheel with a sigh. 

“Sure, Grandpa.” Soap retorts, and Price lets another defeated sigh, focusing back on the road. Y/N laughs, and Cami laughs too, even though she has no idea what she is laughing at. 

“I’m Kyle Garrick, but you can call me Gaz. We still use our callsigns from when we served together.” He explains, poking his tongue out at Cami and making her laugh even more. This time, she even claps, letting her pink dolphin fall to the floor. She immediately frowns. Not even the car crash had been able to separate her from the toy, her little hands crushing it as she cried in the backseat, and now her face was starting to contort like the crying was going to start again. 

Simon reaches out to it at the same time Y/N does, but grabs it first due to his longer arms. “Ghost.” He introduces himself shortly, looking her in the eye. Neither of them breaks eye contact until Cami stretches her hands out towards the toy. 

“Dodo!” she screams, shaking a demanding hand in front of Simon. He’s taken aback by the sound of her voice, not expecting her to be able to talk. He hands her the dolphin and she gives him a big smile. He smiles behind the mask in return, a secret infatuation that he buries under the skull. He notices her gaze on him now, studying his reaction, and he has the urge to say ‘Stop staring at me’.

“Kamila is just learning how to talk”. At the mention of her name, she turns her head to Y/N, and shows her the stuffed animal with excitement. Kami wasn’t the only one to hang onto her personal belongings; Y/N had managed to grab a backpack she had taken with her from the house. “She is a bit shy, but once she gets used to you she can be quite the talker, although most of it is in her own language.” 

“It’s a beautiful name. Suits her well.” Soap says, smiling at them. 

“It’s Arabic, spelled with a K. Means ‘perfect’.” She kisses Kami on her nose. “What about ‘Soap’? What does it mean?”

“Let’s just say I’m pretty good at what I do. Clean with it.” He says with a smug grin on his face. “What about you? Any nicknames?”

“Well, there was a crackhead near my house that used to call me ‘strawberry’, because I liked to wear red lipstick. Until one day I got hit by a bicycle in front of him so he changed it to ‘smoothie’, since ‘I got mushed’.” She says using air quotes. 

Soap and Gaz burst out in laughter and Simon snorts, holding in his laugh out of ego. Price is too focused on the radio with Laswell to listen, probably debriefing her about what happened and the new addition to the group. “Peaceful neighborhood, I see”. Gaz tries to recompose, while the Scot is still doubled over, slapping his own knee. “Whereabouts did you live?”

“At that time, Liverpool, but I moved around a lot. My mother was a Journalist.” Her voice sounded distant at the last part. For most people, it was hard to talk about the past. They had lives that were worth living and never thought that they would have to watch it slip through their fingers. In that sense, being a soldier made things easier. They were always ready to pack their lives into one bag, and most of them had made peace with the thought that they might not come home whenever they stepped foot on the tarmac. Others, like Simon, didn’t have a home to come back to and found solace in the nomad nature of the profession. She coughs in an attempt to clear her voice and continues. “I followed in her footsteps, so that’s how I ended up here. I was investigating a corruption scandal in the Government.” 

“Always chasing a story. Is that how you got in trouble with the Resistance?” Gaz was good at getting information out of people. Like Price, he had a trusting face and a calming voice that quickly tore down people’s walls. 

Although Y/N had been previously reluctant to share information about her past, she knew that she didn’t have a choice now. They had saved her life and jumped into the crossfire to rescue her and Kami. She owed them answers. Taking a deep breath and rearranging Kamila in her arms, she starts talking. “When the first people got infected, I got curious. The story I had been writing had come to a halt after my main source stopped cooperating with the investigation, so I had been looking for a break. The virus seemed unrelated at first, but interesting enough to write a story about. So I started digging and came across some familiar names. The people I had been investigating for corruption had been dislocating funds from the Government for an unsanctioned project on biological weapons.”

The Humvee was quiet, except for the sound of the engine and Y/N’s voice. She looked at Kami again, now fast asleep in her arms. There was a softness in her eyes that Simon yearned for in his darkest thoughts. He dreamed of caring eyes that pulled him out of his nightmares, only to wake up alone, drenched in sweat. During nights like that, he would pour a glass of moonshine and sit on the old kitchen chair in the base. Time would pass as he stared at the glass, each second increasing the burning in his lungs. He ached to scream, to punch, to tackle the thoughts that tormented him and sink a knife in its gut. But he couldn’t, so he would just sit and stare at the alcohol-filled glass, imagining the liquid burning down his throat and numbing the ache in his chest. He would then get up and empty the glass on the sink, because the only thing he could hate more than himself was his father. He relished watching the moonshine go down the drain, a small victory in his demise, a promise that he would never become the man who buries his sorrow with glasses of booze. 

“I found a guy willing to talk to me. His name was Eric Rhodes, a brilliant scientist. He had been working on the project but got fired for asking the wrong questions. He thought that the virus he had been working on before he got sacked was the same one that was turning people into… Well, zombies. I guess that’s the technical term for it. At first, I thought it was just some conspiracy theory, you know? The guy gets angry because he got fired and needs to find someone to blame. But then he showed me solid leads, names, and notes he had been able to keep, detailing what he was doing in the lab.” 

“Did you believe in him?” Price asks from the front, now engaged in the story. Laswell had the same theory, that the apocalypse was a result of a biological weapon gone wrong, but hadn’t been able to prove it. Not that it would change a thing: they were already doomed, and whoever was to blame was probably dead by now.

“I didn’t, in the beginning. But after he showed me the documents… Yeah, I did. He stopped talking to me after that. I figured he got scared that I was going to rat him out. The virus was spiraling out of control by then, so I decided to reach out to him while the phones still worked.” She pauses, looking at Kami again as if to check that she is still safe in her arms. “His younger brother, Killian, picked up the phone. Told me they had sent someone to kill Eric, burn his house down with all the evidence. He said Eric had told him about me and asked for us to meet. He wanted to know more about the reason his brother was killed.”

“Killian Rhodes. That’s the guy who started the Resistance.” Simon points out in a low voice. He knows his tone is suggestive, that she is way deeper into this than they had previously thought. The silence is palpable in the atmosphere by that point. 

“Yes. He did. It wasn’t all bad in the beginning.” Simon scoffs and leans back on his seat. Her voice is more pleading now, trying to resonate with them. “Killian wanted to avenge his brother. I told him about the virus, and how Eric thought it was a biological weapon built by the Government. It was never meant to turn into this, I know it’s not what he wanted.” 

“You’re defending him? He tried to kill you. He sent people out to kill you and your kid!” Soap shook his head, resting his elbows on his knees.

“Killian died protecting me and our daughter!” Her eyes were glossy, but she refused to cry. She was determined not to show any weakness. “Don’t you dare try and blame this on him.” Her tone was angry and bitter. It wakes up Kami, and she tries to put her back to sleep, but to no avail. 

“Mommy sad?”

“No, mommy is fine, love. Go back to sleep.” But she doesn’t, alarmed now, looking at her mom with worried eyes. Gaz, Soap, and Simon also look at her, surprised by the revelation that Killian Rhodes is Kamila’s father. But she doesn’t give them time to digest the new information. “We made it to the first quarantine zone together, when things started to get bad. Killian had always been good at convincing people, talking about how the government was dirty and that they were better off on their own. With the rations and the way the soldiers were treating people, it didn’t take long before an insurgence was formed. We took them over and that’s when we started the Resistance.”

We. Simon couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He wanted to laugh and say ‘I told you so’ to Johnny, but the disbelief on the Seargent’s face was satisfying enough for him. If they thought they were helping an innocent girl, they were wrong. They were harboring the founder of the most prominent and deadly rebellion created in the apocalypse. Not that they were sophisticated criminals before, but they had caused enough trouble to get their reputation: either you were with them, or against them. And now they seemed to be more keen on that policy than ever. 

Price stops the car, looking at the backseats through the rearview mirror. “You have a lot of explaining to do.” Simon recognized that tone, and it meant that whoever it was directed to was in deep shit. 

She huffs. “I never asked for you to take me in. In fact, if I remember correctly, I was dragged here.” She gives Simon a pointed look, that aggravates him even more. 

“Then leave.” Simon stares her down. “But you won’t, will you? You know you don’t stand a chance against them on your own, so start talking.” His voice is low and threatening. He doesn’t look at Kami when he speaks. He knows his voice would falter. 

She bites her bottom lip and shakes her head, looking at the ceiling, trying to find shelter from the prying eyes that stare at her. “People started coming in from other quarantine zones, escaping totalitarian groups and ill-intended people. Other communities began to rise, but they weren’t as strong as we were. They wanted to weaken the Resistance so they spread word that Killian’s brother, Eric, was the one that created the virus. It drove him crazy. His brother had died trying to find the truth and now people were blaming him, trying to use his brother to taint his name. We were forced to step down and give up everything we had built. There was too much invested in the Resistance, too many people with too much to lose. Leadership changed, and we had to sit back and watch as what we stood for was deprived of its meaning. We just wanted to help people. We thought we could stop what would come next but we were wrong.”

“You killed people before that.” John said in a stern voice. 

“That was different. We didn’t start battles, we were forced into them. You can’t blame us for fighting back. There is no revolution without war.” She shifts Kamila in her arms again. “For fuck’s sake, you were in the army. Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. Don’t act like you haven’t done worse.” She says the last sentence looking directly at Simon. This time, he looks away. He knows he has done worse, much worse. For some reason, the fact that she would assume that of him hurts. 

“You did more than fight back. We’ve heard about what the Resistance has done.” Simon wants to hurt her back, remind her that no one gets to be innocent their whole life. 

“That was after Killian and I were forced to step down. We didn’t know what was going on. We thought that the foundation that we had built would be strong enough to last after we were gone, but things changed completely”

“Look, lass. We want to believe you. We really do. But you have to be honest with us.” Sometimes Simon wants to grab Johnny by the shoulders and shake him, so he would stop being so trusting, so willing. But it is also the reason why they became friends in the first place. Soap never judged him, as broken as he was. Whether he was Simon or Ghost, Soap would crack jokes and share a pint, and for that he was grateful.

“When we were forced to leave the leadership, Lawrence took over. He was ruthless and thought that the Resistance should be more than a safe harbor for people. Those are the stories you have heard, of civilians killing each other for no reason. We didn’t know how bad it was for the people outside, how Lawrence had been looking for groups and attacking them, forcing them to join the Resistance or killing them. He had no purpose, no direction, he just wanted power and he kept us blind to it all.”

“I’ve heard of Lawrence. He was killed.” Price’s voice still carries a somber tone. 

“I left right after that. He had been talking about how they were finally going to rise to their full potential, about how the Resistance was going to control what was left of the world. He was delusional, talking about how they were going to have enough firepower to kill whoever stood in their way. Killian and I knew we needed to leave by then, that the principles we had stood for were long gone and now the Resistance was just a power-thirsty militia. We only understood how serious things were when the military group arrived. They killed Lawrence and took control of what was left. Killian sacrificed his life so I could run away with Kami.”

“But why are they after you and Kami?” Price pressed further. “Why would a military group want to kill two civilians?”

“Because I’m the only one who knows their identity and their plans. I ran away with documents that could compromise them, photos and names of who operates the Resistance now.” She gestures towards the backpack that she had salvaged from the crash. 

“Why would they take over the Resistance but want to hide their identity? That makes no sense” Simon inquires, still skeptical of the story.

“Because they like to operate in the dark. That’s why they call themselves The Shadow Company.”

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me writing that plot twist: 🤭😝🤓

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 485, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) neonatal death

WORDS: 1147

I giggled at a story that Slitzy was telling me about a scarecrow, a Christmas tree and a golf cart. The band social media manager was wearing a green and black band t-shirt, black jeans, cat ears and a kitty tail. The babies were happily chasing his kitty tail, giggling and shrieking at the Halloween accessory bobbled and dipped in front of them.

“Mary Claire, I think the babies like my tail!” he whined, turning to look over his shoulder at the spellbound duo.

“Well, the best thing about having kids this young is that anything can entertain them!” I told him as Elizabeth came up and handed to babies a chocolate chip cookie each.

“Yum yum!” yelled little girl before stuffing the cookie into her mouth. Baby Tommy was nibbling at his cookie with a peaceful smile on his face.

“Mommy, wesies bakey bake cookies?” he asked me, finishing his cookie and dusting his hands off. “Pweasies?”

“After Baby Violet Marie is born, okay?” Peter and I had both told the babies that I would soon go to the hospital and deliver Baby Violet Marie via belly button, taking cue from something that Katie had told us a while ago.

The other band members were dressed up- Josh was a werewolf, Kenny was a vampire and Johnny was what could only be described as Oscar the grouch in his trash can home. The kids were all scurrying about, giggling and laughing as they received compliments on their Halloween costumes and being rewarded with candy.

“Mommy? Do you have a reusable shopping bag that we can dump our candy into?” Katie asked me as she chewed on the end of her pigtail. I only smiled kindly at her as I dug out two reusable shopping bags from my backpack and handed them to her.

“Don’t eat any of the candy, wait until your father and I have time to go through everything, alright now?” I mothered the kids, watching as she handed one bag to Elizabeth and then letting the babies dump their fistfuls of candy into the reusable bag.

I rested my hand onto Baby Violet Marie, who was summer salting and twirling around wildly inside my womb, making me need to waddle around to keep her from yeeting herself out of me.

PUNCH KICK KICK PUNCH PUNCH KICK KICK PUNCH

“Tomorrow, you will get to meet your daddy and I,” I murmured to my unborn daughter, looking up as Peter came up to me, the babies’ cradleboard papoose in hand as he asked me to help him get it ready for loading as he changed their diapers first.

“Bum bum bum boo budda bum,” he sang out as he tickled Baby Tommy’s feet and made funny faces at him. “Yabba dabba doo!”

“Yabbie dabbie doo doo!” cackled the giggly little man as little girl laid herself down next to her little brother. “Yabbie dabbie doo doo!”

“Yes yes yes!” Peter cooed as he quickly changed her diaper as well before excusing himself to go and wash his hands really quickly.

“Mama Wen Wen?” little girl asked me as she chewed on her fist. “Wen Baa bee Vi wet Maw ie coming?”

“Baby Violet Marie will be born sometime tomorrow,” I reminded her in a gentle tone, giggling as she rolled over onto her hands and knees and scrambled back up onto her feet.

“Ah can’nt wait!” she gurgled, brightening up as her favorite person in the whole world appeared just then, tossing his hair out of his face as he donned the cradleboard papoose and handed me Baby Tommy first. But before I had any time to even breathe another breath, Elizabeth had taken the chubby little man from me and nudged me out of the way.

“I got it, mommy,” she told me as she carefully slotted the chubby little man into his seat and strapped him in. “Go get off your feet.”

I opened my mouth to say something only to be cut off as Katie came in with little girl in her arms. I gave up and took a seat on the uncomfortable, lumpy couch.

“Hello, Sister Mary Claire!” Josh took a seat next to me. “How are you doing?”

“I’m doing pretty good, though I have pregnancy anxiety right now,” I confessed, my hands on my popped out tummy. I took his hand and pressed it up against Baby Violet Marie.

PUNCH PUNCH PUNCH PUNCH

“Wow, she’s strong!” he laughed. “Tomorrows, the big day, eh?”

“Yeah.” I looked up and saw Peter on his knee as my handsome older husband chit chatted with the girls, the babies holding his long hair out of his face as they kicked their little feet in the air. “Baby Violet Marie will be born tomorrow. Hopefully.”

“Well, I can’t wait to squeeze her cheeks!” Kenny announced just then, coming over from where he had been pigging out near the pizza boxes.

“I bet she’ll be a miniature Peter!” Johnny chimed in as well, the three band members surrounding me and making my anxiety only skyrocket to a more dangerous level. “All dark black curls and green eyes!”

“Peter isn’t a natural green eyed, black haired beauty!” I reminded him with a giggle. “He actually has dark brown hair and hazel blue eyes. Though now he has silver grey hair.”

“Oh.” He blinked. “Right.”

“I call him my handsome silver daddy,” I keyed them in with a soft giggle, looking up as Peter came in closer, wearing the girls and their look alike dollies on a hip.

“Alright.” he took a deep inhale of air in through his nose. “We ready now?”

“Fuk?” bubbled little girl just then, her big blue eyes literally making hearts swoon and melt.

“LITTLE GIRL…!”

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[heartofsnark]

Of Monsters and Rockerboys (Johnny Silverhand/Fem!V/Kerry Eurodyne)

Notes: Happy Halloween!!!! I had this idea for a hot minute and really wanted to write it in time for Halloween! 

Warnings: Threesome, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Deepthroating, fast and loose anatomy rules with throat bulging. Fangs and brief blood mentions

Johnny Silverhand/Female V/Kerry Eurodyne Threesome; the focus is on V but there is some Silverdyne elements. It involves Kerry having sexual contact with a cis female woman, because he is bisexual. If that makes you uncomforatble, it's not for you!~

October has settled in Night City, the spooky season spirit spreading around every neon lit corner. And for the first time, V’s got something to do other than work, bar crawls and horror movie marathons. It’s Johnny’s first Halloween since he got his body back and Kerry’s throwing a party, because why the hell not. People drunk and in costumes at his house is apparently a fun time in his mind.

V scrunches her nose in the mirror, a part of her feeling more than a little silly. She’s never worn a costume outside of one's meant as lingerie. She went for something cute that drew her eye, but now, seeing the fluffy gray wolf eared hoodie on her head, she feels a touch ridiculous. The hood goes along with a red plaid dress with fluffy gray trim, a little matching wolf tail dangling off the waistband, and gray fluff fingerless glove. She adjusts her low-set blonde pigtails and pulls at the top of black thigh high socks. Maybe the hair is a bit much, she’s an adult after all, even though she thought they were cute before.

“Can you hurry the fuck up?!”

V rolls her eyes, walking out of the bathroom. Johnny dressed in his standard fair, his own band merch. His dark brown eyes look her up and down, a little smirk pulling at his lips.

“Excuse me, I’m second guessing my hair.”

“I like it,” he says, reaching up to toy with the stumpy pigtails, “it’s cute.”

“If you say so, now go get dressed and we’ll head out.”

“I am dressed.”

“It’s a costume party, Johnny,” she says, pouting and glaring.

“And I’m going as a badass rockerboy.”

“God, you really are insufferable, aren’t you.”

“I’m not gonna throw on some dumb costume just to get drunk with you and Ker, no point to it,” he tells her, shrugging.

“It wouldn’t kill you to have some fun with it.” She rolls her eyes, never understanding why he has to act so above everything.

“It might, now c’mon, wanna get there before Christmas.”

Johnny presses his hand to her lower back as he ushers her out of the apartment, V unable to resist leaning into his touch and the warmth of it. Especially, once they leave the megabuiling. Late October air chills the merc through her thin short costume. Johnny gets to drive because ever since he got his body back he’s been eager to drive his precious Porsche, V content to tuck herself in the passenger side seat as they head off to Kerry’s house. Johnny blasting MorroRock the entire way, singing along while V finds herself leaning against his shoulder. Not missing when he cranks up the heat for her just a little more.

It doesn’t take long before they’re pulling up to the gate outside Kerry’s house and getting buzzed in, V can hear the music from outside the house, cars parked everywhere around the mansion. She preemptively turns the volume down on her hearing aids, she’s become a little less sound sensitive since Johnny’s brain began bleeding into hers, but still gets a bit overwhelmed.

“What’s wrong?” Johnny asks, looking for a parking spot.

“Uh, I mean, nothing’s wrong… I just was kind of hoping it would be… smaller, I guess.”

“Yeah, Kerry goes all out for this kind of shit. Wanna bail?”

“We haven’t even parked yet.”

“Exactly, perfect chance to run.”

“I can handle a party, besides, haven’t seen Kerry in a minute since his last tour. I miss him.”

“Eh, not much to miss.”

V rolls her eyes, as Johnny finally finds a place to park, “Don’t give me that shit, you’ve missed him too.”

“I don’t know about that.”

V trails after Johnny as he marches up to the door, opening it without hesitation and starting to walk in.

“Johnny! You can’t just walk in!” She scolds, but is right behind him, nearly attached at the hip.

“No one knocks at a party, V.”

“It’s rude.”

“You kill people for a living.”

“It’s rude,” she doubles down, smiling up at him. And he rolls his eyes, but she can see the hint of a smile curling up at his lips.

The buck-a-mansion, as Johnny once so eloquently put it, is packed tight with people. A few faces V recgonizes and a sea of faces she doesn’t. Musicians, models, actors, athletes, producers, etc etc all dressed in a variety of costumes. Demons, witches, vampires, every animal under the sun, characters from movies V has never seen. All a cacophony of chatter as they drink and party, music pounding behind it all. Johnny’s hand presses around her waist, pulling her close to him as they work through the throng of people. He doesn’t say anything about it, neither does she, but she leans into; happy to be kept close at his side.

“There’s my favorite pair of scopmunchers,” Kerry suddenly yells out over the crowd, “get your asses over here!’

As expected of the aging rockerboy, he’s gone for the full dramatics. Red suit with a black shirt under, both open showing off his chest and stomach, Where the gold cyberware indents across his skin and she swears she catches touches of body glitter alongside it. He grins big and wide as they make their way to him, his canines longer and pointed than usual, what looks like blood on the side of his mouth. A precious dramatic vampire.

“Kerry,” she cheers his name, throwing her arms around him, “feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

He squeezes her in return, hand warm on her back as she’s pressed against him, beard scratching at her cheek.

“Great to see you again, doll,” he whispers against her ear, the pet name making her face flush red. She swears he’s doubled down on it ever since he noticed her reaction.

“Okay, think that’s enough of that,” Johnny cuts in, stare more than a little pointed.

“Something wrong, Johnny?” Kerry asks and she can hear the grin in his voice as he rubs down her back, “you don’t like me hugging on V?”

“Really starting to wish you had extended that tour.”

“Okay, V groping aside, the fuck are you wearing, Johnny?” Kerry asks, as V pulls away a bit, still leaning into his side.

“Tried to get him to wear a costume, but he’s apparently too cool for it,” she explains, eyes scanning around the room, noticing a girl in a cat costume already passed out on a chair.

“Told you, I’m a badass rockerboy.”

“Swear I could see your ego from the other side of the planet, Johnny.”

“Yeah, keep that in mind when you’re spending the next three weeks trying to get glitter off your dick,” Johnny bites back, grabbing a cup of booze off a table, gagging the second it hits his lips, “fuckin’ vodka.”

“I’ll take that then,” she takes the cup from his hand, Kerry cracking up, then she shifts away pulling the cat ears from the sleeping girl's head, “and you’ll take this.”

V stands on her tippy toes, careful not to spill her drink as she barely manages to plop the cat ears onto his head. Black fluffy and a little crooked, Kerry is snickering and Johnny glaring down at her, a faint annoyed flush of red across his cheeks.

“What the fuck, V?”

“Now,  you’re a cat rocker boy!”

“They suit ya,” Kerry teases and she can’t help but think he’s right, the ears blending in well with his dark hair. Could nearly convince herself they were real if she hadn’t been the one to put them on him.

“Yeah, not fucking happening,” Johnny goes to rip them off.

“C’moooon, won’t kill you to join in, please?” V begs, pouting and giving her biggest pair of puppy dog eyes, watching him sigh, annoyed but she knows he’ll give in.

“Fine, I’ll wear the damn cat ears.”

“Wooo!” V pumps a fist and cheers softly, taking a swig from the cup, candy apple vodka burning down her throat.

“Never thought I’d live to see the day,” Kerry laughs, “Johnny Silverhand, pussy whipped.”

“Heheh, real funny,” Johnny’s jaw clenches, “how’s Louise enjoying the second house?”

“Johnny…” V scolds in a low voice, not wanting Johnny to start taking low-blows just because he can.

“Eh, no worries V, heard worse from him back in the day, best to ignore him when he’s in a mood,” Kerry pulls her close to his side, “c’mon got some people I wanna introduce ya to.”

Kerry starts to pull her through the crowd, guiding her through people and away from Johnny. The merc unable to help giggling, knowing how much this sort of stuff gets under Johnny’s skin, teasing him is Kerry and V’s favorite hobby.  

“Hey, get back here, assholes!” Johnny yells after them, running along behind them, annoyance clear in his voice.

Kerry pulls her across the party, introducing her to celebrity after celebrity, as she goes along with it. More than a little overwhelmed by it all as she steadily drains her cup of booze. Johnny following behind the entire time, glaring at a singer who shakes V hand for a moment too long. Between noise, alcohol, and just a bit too much excitement; a steady ache is starting to throb in V’s temples.

“By the way,” she thinks to ask after a while, “the hell kind of fangs did you get, they look real.”

“‘Cause they are; dental sculpt job. Quick and easy, just pop in and get it undone once November hits.”

“Oooh, fancy.”

“Yeah, only issue is the blood is real too,” he says, smirking when her eyes go wide for a moment.

“What?”

“Cut my fuckin’ lip on the things earlier,” he admits and she laughs, gently reaching up to pull at his chin in order to get a closer look at his lip, sure enough the little dribble of blood by the corner of his mouth leads up to a little cut on his lower lip.

“Aww, and you just went with it?”

“Works for the costume, besides, maybe I was hoping some cute merc would show up and kiss it better for me?” Kerry says, grinning wide as he watches pink flush up V’s cheeks.

“Christ, think I’m gonna be sick,” Johnny grumbles, making Kerry roll his eyes, pulling away from V’s touch.

“Something wrong there, Johnny?”

“Not at all, figured you’d wanna know though,  heard someone say Slavoj broke a window, might wanna go check that out?”

“God damn it, Slavoj! I swear to fuck, not one thing it’s a billion others,  be right back,” Kerry curses as he runs off to make sure he doesn’t have to kick someone’s ass. And as soon as one geriatric rockerboy has left her side, he’s replaced with another.

Johnny pulls her close, nearly crushing her against him, hand skimming around her hip. She leans against him, looking up at Johnny, cheeks feeling even warmer than before.

“So, is there actually a broken window or were you just trying to get me to yourself?”

“Who knows?” He says, a soft smirk on his face, then he’s grabbing a handful of her ass.

“Ah!, Johnny!” She squeals and jumps, Johnny shamelessly trying to yank up the skirt of her dress, hand grabbing and squeezing at her ass. Fingers sinking into the plush of her backside, his grip only getting firmer as she squirms. Face a vibrant shade of red, as she tries to reach back and keep Johnny from flashing her underwear at anyone behind them.

‘C’mon, princess, you need some quiet and I need some alone time,” he punctuates his comment by rubbing his fingers over her underwear, teasing at her cunt.

“Uh, fuck, uh should at least tell Kerry we’re leaving early.”

“Who said anything about leaving,” Johnny pulls away, just to grab her hand and tug her through the house and right up the stairs.

“Don’t think Kerry wanted any one up here,” V warns as Johnny picks at a locked door, Kerry having blocked off access to his bedroom for the party. But sure enough, Johnny manages to undo it.

“‘Xactly why no one will bug us here,” Johnny says, plopping his ass down on Kerry’s pat, then patting his lap, “now come siddown.”

V doesn’t have it in her to argue anymore, further around from the noise of the party, now just a faint thrum beneath their feet, she’s already starting to feel better and Johnny’s lap looks incredibly inviting. She’s in front of him in a second, climbing up to straddle him as she loosely wraps her arms around his neck. Johnny’s hands on her waist as she bumps her nose against his.

Surrounded by his smell and his warmth, the long haired rockerboy always smelling like sweat and cig smoke even after he’s cut back on the habit, she swears he sweats nicotine. It’s downright shameful how much it’s grown on her, how quickly Johnny and everything about him has become irreplaceable to her.

The leather of his pants scratch and rub at her thighs, the merc unable to resist grinding her cunt down against him. Leather rubbing at her wet slit through her panties, feeling him getting hard beneath her. Their lips connect as she toys with his hair, Johnny’s tongue slipping deep and easily into her mouth. She can’t but whimper softly at the feeling, loving the taste of his tongue, of his lips, how perfect it feels to just slot together like puzzle pieces. The rub of his tongue in her mouth; nicotine, mint gum, and tequila flavoring his kiss.

His flesh hand pulls up her skirt and she squeal, breaking the kiss, when it’s his chrome hand that gropes at her ass. Cold silver squeezing at her skin, touch pad and grooves of the prosthetic digging into the thickest parts of her ass.

“Fuck, Johnny,” she curses, swallowing a mouthful of spit, half her own and half Johnny’s.

“Head must be feeling better, if you’re squealing like that.”

“Yeah,” she nods, barely able to concentrate with his hands groping her, with his hard on grinding against her slick center.

“Then you won’t mind if I make you scream, now, will you?”

V’s not given a moment to respond, as she’s picked up and spun around, tossed on her back across Kerry’s bed. Head nearly hanging off the side of the mattress. There’s a whimper in her throat as Johnny’s hands are on her in an instant. Yanking off her boots and tugging her body down till her ass is on the edge of the mattress. Then he’s pulling her panties off, throwing them across Kerry’s room, leaving her in her thigh highs and the rest of her costume. Only her slick soaked cunt exposed to the open air.

Johnny’s on his knees, wrapping his around her hips and pinning them to the bed as he buries his face in her pussy. V moaning as she grabs at his hair, tugging as she squirms her hips up to meet each eager lick of his tongue. His beard scratches at her sensitive skin, as he laps up her slick. Groans reverberating in his throat, against her, hungry sounds as he tastes her. Lips attaching to her clit, sucking and licking at the sensitive bundle of nerves as one of his hands moves to play with her. Two calloused fingers sliding inside of her.

“Oh fuck, Johnny,” she whines his name out, each slick and suck of his mouth making the heat inside her burn hotter. Each rub of rough calloused skin over her insides makes her see stars. Hips grinding and squirming more and more- unable to hold still as she writhes beneath his tongue.

The tension is winding tighter and tighter inside of her, pleasure building up more and more. A harsh suck on her clit and a third finger sliding deep inside of her, sends her over the edge, screaming Johnny’s name as she hits her peak: seeing white as she cums on his face, grinding against his mouth, riding his fingers with each instinctual bounce of her hips.

He pulls away, V looking down at him as pulls his slick coated fingers out of her, sucking on them before he presses a kiss against her inner thigh. His wet scruff rubbing against her skin before he bites at her flesh, sucking a harsh red hickey on her thigh.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me!?”

V starts to jolt in surprise, Johnny’s hands anchoring her to the bed. Kerry now standing in the doorway to his bedroom, glaring at the two for fucking on his bed. The merc’s already flushed face now burning up at having been caught like this.

“Hey, Ker,” Johnny greets his friend, face still half pressed against V’s thigh.

“Seriously man, fifty some years later and you’re still fuckin’ chicks in my bed!”

“And you’re still poppin’ a stiffy over it,” Johnny taunts and sure enough, Kerry’s hard, erect cock forming a tent in his pants, “so you gonna watch and play Bram Stroker with yourself all night, or you wanna come fuck V’s throat?”

Johnny’s shameless, making a jerk off motion alongside his joke and standing as he throws off his shirt and begins unzipping his pants. Making eye contact with Kerry the whole time. The gray haired man chewing on his lip for a moment, flinching when he accidentally hits the cut in his lip.

“Fuck it,” Kerry announces, hand grabbing at his hard cock, “you down for this V?”

“Yes,” she says, no hesitation as she thinks of swallowing down his dick while Johnny fucks her.

“That’s my girl,” Johnny laughs, “didn’t even have to think about it. Other side of the bed, Ker, now.”

“Fuckin’ can’t believe I’m letting you boss me around, again,” Kerry grumbles, but does what Johnny asks, undoing his pants as he gets to the other side of the bed.

“Yeah, well, both know you’ll do anything for a decent blowjob.”

“‘Cause you’re so much better.”

“Never said I was, up you go, V,” Johnny grins as he manhandles the small merc, she half expects him to flip her over, but instead he moves her up and further across the other side of the bed where Kerry is, V’s head, now dangling over the side bed, blood rushing there as she’s making upside down eye contact with Kerry’s dick.

“Fuck,” Kerry curses, stroking his cock with one hand, the head leaking precum, while his other reaches out to touch V, groping at her breasts through her costume. His dick is so close, the heady smell of him surrounding her, mouth drooling as she thinks of finding a way to lick up each drop of precum.

The bed moves beneath her hips, mattress shifting, Johnny’s hands on her thighs as he spreads them as wide as he can, slotting himself between her legs. She whines, feeling the head of his cock brushing against her already wet and sensitive cunt. Once he’s gotten into place, he rubs his thumb over her swollen clit, chuckling when she whimpers, the combination of Kerry’s hand on her breasts and Johnny’s fingers on her clit makes her head swim. She needs them both, desperately. V lays her head back fully, opening her mouth as wide as she can, waiting for Kerry to fuck her throat. He teases her first, rubbing the head of his dick across her lips, smearing precum across her skin, letting her get just a taste of him.

“You’re drooling,” he says, a soft smile she can hear in his voice.

“Oh, yeah, suck your soul out through your dick if you let ‘er.”

“Fuck you, Jo-ohnny!” She screams as Johnny buries his cock into her cunt, sudden and deep, no more warning as he stretches her open and seats himself inside. He’s thick, each time it feels like he could break her, tight cunt struggle to take all of him, No matter how many times he threatens to fuck her loose, it’s always a tight fit that makes her see stars.

“C’mon, V,” he squeezes at her jaw, forcing her to lean her head back more, she hadn’t even realized she’d moved it, “need you to open wide for us.”

And she does just that opening her mouth again, as Kerry sinks inside. Cock hot as it slides across her tongue and down into her throat, the merc keeping her muscles relaxed as he pushes inside. Balls pressed against her upper lip and nose as he gets his full cock into her throat. Kerry cursing at the feeling of her throat squeezing around him. She can feel the veins of his dick across her tongue, the taste of his precum smeared across her mouth, where the head of it stretches the deepest part of her throat.

“Fuck,” Johnny’s chrome fingers rub up her body and touches her exposed neck, “can fucking see you in her throat.”

“Not gonna last long if you pull that kind of shit, Johnny,” Kerry curses, Johnny’s touches rubbing Kerry’s cock through her throat.

“Aww, old age making you a quick shot, Ker,” Johnny taunts, this time squeezing V’s throat, just hard enough to feel, her oxygen already a bit cut off.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Kerry curses, feeling her throat and Johnny’s hand around him at once, “fuckin’ hate you!”

Johnny just laughs, one hand on V’s throat, but he loosens the hold, and puts the other on her hip; keeping V loosely in place as he begins to fuck her. Harsh steady thrusts, skin slapping against skin, rocking in and out of her cunt. Cock hitting every sensitive nerve inside of her as he fucks her open. Stretching her open with each grind of his dick into her slick pussy.

Kerry isn’t far behind, starting to fuck V’s throat in earnesst, using her throat to get off. A slow drag at first, steady slide along her tongue, barely pulling out just to sink back in. Cock never fully leaving her throat, not even close to it as she flexes her throat muscles, swallowing around her dick, making him curse, making his thrusts stutter just a bit. His ball hitting V’s face as his thrusts get faster. A mixture of drool and precum leaking from the corner of her mouth, unable to swallow it all down around his cock.

The thrusts get rougher and harder between the two, fucked and used from each side. Johnny fucking up into her cunt, the force of his hips pushing her further down Kerry’s cock. Kerry uses her throat pushing her back against the bed and into Johnny. Used and shared between them, just accepting everything they give her, as it sets every nerve on alight with pleasure. Body covered in a sheen of sweat, face and body flushed red, every moan and whimper muffled by Kerry’s dick. She’s already close, so soon after cumming on Johnny’s tongue, she’s already so close. The taste of Kerry in her throat and Johnny hitting the deepest parts of her, leaking slick across the sheets.

Kerry and Johnny’s curses muffle over V’s head, the angle leaving her unable to see what’s happened. Only clue of what happened is the two rockerboys pressing deeper and closer into her.

“Ow, shit,” Johnny curses suddenly, “fuckin’ fangs.”

“You deserved it, asshole.”

“That so?”

Then Johnny’s laying over V, burying his head into her throat, where Kerry bulges the skin. And he licks at her throat, bites at the stretched skin, V whimpering around Kerry’s dick and Kerry cursing, no doubt he can just feel the touch of Johnny’s mouth through V’s throat. Johnny sucking a harsh hickey into V’s neck, right where he feels the head of Kerry’s cock in her throat.

And that sends Kerry over the edge, cock twitching on V’s tongue as he cums down her throat, filling her stomach; the merc barely able to taste it with how far he’s fucked into her. The feeling of cum sloshing down her fucked raw throat, paired with a sharp thrust of Johnny’s cock, sends V over the edge. Seeing white as she’s overwhelmed with pleasure, cuming and gushing on Johnny’s cock as she hits her high.

A few harsh rough thrusts and Johnny’s the last to finish, spilling deep inside of her, making her whimper at the feeling of being filled with each drop of cum. The feeling of leaking out around his cock, staining Kerry’s sheets beneath her.

There’s another whimper on V’s lips, Kerry pulling out of her mouth, smearing cum across her tongue. She takes a deep breath, remembering that she has to breathe, her throat raw and sore after the thorough fucking. Her face bright red and her head dizzy from the angle. Johnny pulls out next, V whining as she’s left empty and leaking, her cunt just as sore.

Already dizzy, her head spins as she’s pulled up and placed onto the pillows, blinking away the fuzzy feeling as she gets her equilibrium again. She can see blood on Johnny’s lip, the blood from Kerry’s lips smeared more than it was before.

“The hell happened there,” she asks, rubbing her thumb over Johnny’s lip, earning his tongue across her skin.

“Go for a kiss and Kerry’s fuckin’ fang got me,” he admits, plopping back against the pillows beside her.

“And I repeat, you deserved it,” Kerry saying, kicking off what’s left of his clothes as he falls back to lay with them.

“Don’t you have a party to worry about?” Johnny asks, watching Kerry get comfy.

“Oh fuck no, you’re not gonna fuck in my bed, invite me, then kick me out during the afterglow; ain’t happening!”

“Hey, I was just looking out for your house.”

“Yeah, right,” V rolls her eyes.

“Never given a fuck about my house, left jizz stains in my sheets and broke my pool table last time you were here.”

Headrush a little better, V sits up enough to strip off her costume, tossing the gloves and yanking the dress off over her head, sweat making it stick and cling to her body. She throws it across the room, left in nothing but thigh highs, but before she can pull them off; Kerry’s arms are around her. He pulls her back to his chest, nuzzling his face to the junction between her shoulder and neck, pressing light kisses.

Johnny’s snuggling up close to her front, pressing her between the two rockerboys, his hands skimming down her hip. V sighing at the soft kisses, followed by the hint of a bite, the graze of his fake fangs on her skin.

“Not sure V’s up for another round, Ker,” Johnny tells him, watching V starting to drift off in their arms.

“It’s called cuddling, Johnny, ever heard of it?” Kerry whispers against her skin.

“Nah, sounds made up,” he jokes, “ear off for tonight, V.”

She lets Johnny softly pull out her hearing aids, putting them aside, a nightly ritual for them at this point. V can feel in Kerry’s chest that he says something else, able to read Johnny’s lips when he responds with a ‘fuck you’. Then she’s slipping off to sleep between them, surrounded by their warmth as she drifts off.

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Fanatics 87.3

Awkwardness abounds as Squee and Johnny and Devi spend time with their younger selves.

AU is Johnny the Recovering Maniac by the marvellous @devnny Check them out! 

*Links to previous and next chapters in reblog*

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Lost in the Multiverse Part 3

           Squee scrambles backwards, tripping over the edge of the crater he created when he crashed into the ground. As his head hits the dirt, he spots the large, purple rift hanging in the sky and stares at it with surprise.

           “Okay,” he breathes and sits up. The young Todd Casil stands on the other side of the crater, clutching his Shmee and staring at Squee with wide eyes.

           “O…kay…” Squee grunts and stands up, looking around. He’s on Grave Road. If it wasn’t for his younger self standing a couple feet away, he would almost believe he didn’t go anywhere. But he starts spotting small differences. Johnny’s house doesn’t have any glass in the boarded windows; the house that Colton’s family would be living in doesn’t have any of the flowers his mother plants. Instead it would be Todd’s family there now.

           “Okay,” Squee says a third time. “So I’m in…the past? But where is everyone else?”

           He looks at Johnny’s house. It looks dark and quiet and his car isn’t parked on the street. He hesitates for a second before crossing the yards and knocking on the front door. There’s no answer.

           “Hm,” Squee hums and scratches his head, wondering what he should do, when a shiver runs up his spine. He looks up at the rift in the sky just in time to see a bunch of figures flying out. Two of them head right for him.

           A pair of demons land on the ground between Squee and Todd. Their bodies are mostly human, but they have wings, tails, horns, and claws. They chortle excitedly as they glare at Squee and he flinches back.

           Todd squeaks fearfully and one of the demons turns towards him, licking his fangs. Squee scowls and draws his knives.

           He strikes first, startling the other demon as he charges. He barely dodges Squee’s swinging knife, the blade just grazing his nose.

           The first demon turns his attention away from Todd as his partner stumbles back. But before he can react, Squee drives his knife into the demon’s ribs.

           The demon roars in pain and tries to swipe at Squee with his claws. He lets go of his knife, leaving it in the demon’s chest, and jumps back to dodge.

           The other demon charges in and swings at Squee. He sidesteps it and swings his other knife, slicing the demon straight up the chest. As his blood sprays out, the demon chokes and falls backwards.

           The first demon rushes Squee and swings at him furiously with both claws. Squee dodges each strike and lifts his knife. The demon slices his hand on the blade, ceasing his attack, then Squee swings and slices open his throat. The demon collapses next to his partner.

           Squee pants as he removes his other knife from the demon’s chest, then wipes both blades off on their clothes. As he sheathes them, he spots Todd staring at him with a mix of fear and awe, and he suddenly feels very bashful.

           “Um,” he croaks, rubbing the back of his head, then clears his throat. “Are you…okay?”

           Todd nods wordlessly.

           “Good,” Squee nods and glances at Johnny’s house. “Um…where’s your neighbor?”

           “He…moved away,” Todd replies.

           “He did?”

           “I think so? At least for a little while. He said he’s staying with a friend; a girl, with purple pigtails.”

           “Devi?” Squee questions. “They’re living together? That’s…different. I wonder if she’s in the same place.”

           “Um…” Todd squeaks and carefully approaches Squee. “Are you…me?”

           Squee smiles awkwardly. “I think so.”

           He stares up at him with wonderstruck eyes and Squee looks away uncomfortably.

           “Um, I gotta go,” he says as he steps back and nearly trips on one of the demon’s bodies. He looks at them, then the rift in the sky, then back at Todd. “Uh…do you…wanna come?”

           Todd looks at the demon bodies, then at Shmee, then back at Squee and nods. “Shmee says you’re safe.”

           “He does, huh?” Squee grins and pats the bear’s head. Physically, he looks like a smiling teddy bear. But he can feel Shmee’s presence inside. And he smiles. “Okay, let’s go.”

           “Where’s your Shmee?” Todd asks as they walk down the street.

           “He’s back home,” Squee replies, “at least, I think he is. I’m not really sure. But I hope he’s enjoying himself.”

           “So where are we going?”

           “To find my friends. I think I know where to look.”

           Meanwhile, Johnny and Devi make their way through younger!Devi’s apartment building, younger!Devi, younger!Tenna, and younger!Johnny at their heels. As they go up the stairs, Johnny glances back at them, unnerved.

           “So, this can’t be like our direct past, right?” he questions, “cause I’m like eighty percent certain we never lived together. Also, there’s no fucking way I’d let you put a leash on me.”

           “Hey! It’s for his own good!” younger!Devi snaps, tugging on the leash that she has around younger!Johnny’s neck as he looks at her awkwardly. Johnny just scowls with discomfort.

           “I don’t know,” Devi replies, “are there like multiple pasts?”

           “I don’t fucking know,” Johnny grunts.

           They arrive at younger!Devi’s apartment and she lets them all in. It looks about the same as Devi’s apartment, but with more drawing stuff cluttering the coffee table and couch.

           Younger!Devi removes younger!Johnny’s leash and heads deeper into the apartment. As Devi and Johnny look around, they find themselves standing next to younger!Johnny. Both Johnnys flinch away from each other in disgust and younger!Johnny follows younger!Devi while Johnny moves over to the other side of Devi.

           “I hate this,” he growls, “I had a hard enough time learning to tolerate my physical being. Now there’s another one and on top of being another me, he’s a younger version, which just serves as a reminder of my…worser days.”

           “He seems to be doing okay,” Devi remarks as she watches younger!Johnny hang around younger!Devi in the kitchen. “Kinda…clingy though.”

           “And how are you doing?” Johnny asks.

           “Huh? Oh, well, you know, I mean…” she stammers awkwardly. “It’s…definitely weird. But I’m okay. I mean, who cares that she’s a few years younger than me and I clearly haven’t progressed at all in my art career. I’m still working at it. And that takes time, right? So…so yeah. I’m okay.”

           Johnny watches her worriedly as she looks away, rubbing the back of her neck.

           “My hair looks good though,” she comments.

           Johnny cracks a grin. “Yeah, it does.”            “Thanks.”

           On top of just looking a bit older, there a few more differences between the two pairs of Johnny and Devi. Devi’s hair is the most noticeable. Younger!Devi still has purple pigtails, while the older Devi has her natural black colour and wears it down, with one side cut shorter than the other. Johnny’s hair is scruffier than younger!Johnny’s and he seems less volatile but somehow more grumpy.

           The biggest difference however is how the two of them act together. While younger!Devi and younger!Johnny are comfortable around each other, they still seem very aware of each other’s presences. For Johnny and Devi, it’s the exact opposite. They’re standing much closer together, in each other’s space and brushing up against each other without even noticing.

           These are all things younger!Tenna notices as she observes the older pair from the couch.

           “Are you two dating?” she asks.

           “What!” Johnny and Devi exclaim in shock.

           “I just thought because it looks like you spend a lot of time together,” she clarifies.

           “Well…we do…but we’re not-we never-it’s not like that-,” they both stammer awkwardly. Then they stop as they realize how close they’re standing, and they step apart.

           “Um, okay,” younger!Devi says, mercifully interrupting the awkward situation as she walks in carrying a plate of crackers and cheese and a bag of chips while younger!Johnny carries two glasses of soda. They rest them on the coffee table. “I don’t have much food to offer but uh help yourself.”

           “Wow, younger!Devi’s a better host than you are,” Johnny comments as he sits on the floor by the table and takes a glass.

           “Fuck off,” Devi grunts as she follows suit.

           They also bicker like siblings or an old married couple, younger!Tenna observes.

           “So,” younger!Johnny says as he and younger!Devi sit on the couch. “Are you two just gonna…stay here…?”

           Johnny and Devi glance at him then look at each other questionably.

           “You’re the one who wanted to guard them,” Johnny points out.

         “Yeah, because it wouldn’t be fair if those demon fucks killed them because they’re after us,” Devi retorts, “but, I don’t know. I don’t know where the others are. Should we look for them?”

           “Where would we start?” Johnny shrugs.

           “Then maybe it would be better if we stayed here, at least for the night,” she muses, “maybe they’ll come looking for us. Then it’d be better to stay in one place.”

           “So you’re gonna stay the night?” younger!Johnny asks with obvious disgust.

           “I mean, if that’s okay,” Devi adds.

           “Well, you did save us,” younger!Devi says, “and I guess I can’t just kick you out since you’re…me. But I don’t know where you’ll sleep.”

           “I don’t need to sleep,” Johnny states.

           “Where do you sleep?” Devi asks younger!Johnny.

           “On the rare occasion I do, the couch,” he replies, “but you can have it.”

           “Thanks,” she smiles and younger!Johnny feels his cheeks flush.

           “So you two really live together?” Johnny questions.

           “It’s temporary,” younger!Devi replies.

           “How did that happen?”

           “I’m helping him recover.”

           “Huh. So kinda like what Squee did for me,” Johnny muses, “I’m surprised though that you’re so…forgiving.”

           “Yeah,” younger!Devi says, “it took a while for me to…get past all that. To be honest, I’m still not sure if I’m completely past it. But he did apologize.” She looks at younger!Johnny and smiles. “Which I appreciate.”

           Younger!Johnny smiles awkwardly and fidgets in his seat.

           “Hm,” Johnny grunts thoughtfully and glances at Devi. “Did I ever…apologize to you?”

           “Not in so many words,” she replies.

           He looks away, rubbing his head. “I’m sorry I tried to kill you.”            Devi smiles warmly and leans into him so their shoulders touch. “I know.”            Tenna glances between the pairs of Johnny and Devi. “Wow, I’ve never been a fifth wheel before.”

           Both pairs quickly look away and move away from each other, feeling very uncomfortable and aware. Awkwardness fills the air and Johnny grumbles, “I hate this.”

[thecozywhaleshark]

MASTERPOST

BTS

(f = fluff, a = angst, m = mature/smut) (dc = drabble challenge)

Kim Namjoon

Helicopter Seeds  (f)

Starlight (f)

God of Destruction, Queen of the Klutz (f)

Soaked (f)

Bones (f)

It’s Raining on the Inside (f)

That 70′s Dress: Part 1 (f)

Jokes (dc1) (f)

The Passport Pouch (f)

Accident-Prone (dc2) (f)

Sprinkling Tac-Tics (dc2) (f)

2AM (dc2) (m)

Aliens (dc2) (f)

Pretty in Plum (m)

You’re Mine, I’m Yours (m)

Mud Run (dc3) (f) 

Pretty Brown Eyes (f)

Flushed (m)

The Language of Flowers (f)

Chapter 1: Begonias 

Kim Seokjin

What You Want, Baby I’ve Got It (f)

Croissants (f)

Breakfast of Champions (f)

Want More (f)

Cravings (m)

King of Hearts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 (m/a/f)

Safety First (dc1) (f)

Tell Me You Need Me (dc1) (a)

Countertops (m) 

Paper Clothes (dc2) (f)

Cling to Me (dc2) (f)

More Than You Know (dc3) (f/a)

Feel Better Food (f/a)

Date and Nut (f)

Min Yoongi

“I like it here” (f)

Making It Better (f)

1,000 (f)

Middle C (pt.1) (f)

Heart and Soul (pt. 2) (f)

“And...Now” (pt. 3) (f)

The Wife Who Cried Wolf (f)

Murder in a Cup (dc1) (f)

BS (dc1) (f)

Cold Hands (f)

Hotline Ring: teaser Part 1 (m)

Min Yoongi and the Curse of Merlin (f)

Chapter 1: My Great Something Ancestor Ruins A Perfectly Good Nights Sleep 

Chapter 2: Journey to the Center of the Earth, but Worse 

A Crazy Little Thing Called Love (f/m)

Jung Hoseok

Just Dance (f)

Tiptoes (f)

Fireflies (f)

Walking on Sunshine (f)

On/Off (f)

Sunflowers (f)

The Sick Sleep (dc2) (f)

54 (m)

You’ve Got Me (a/f)

Kim Taehyung

Morning Mess (f)

Something Stupid (f)

Weighted Blanket (f)

T-Shirt (f)

Duck Duck Gray Duck (f)

Message On A Bottle (f) 

Chores (dc1) (f)

Blood Bagel (dc1) (f)

Kim Taehyung as a Dad (f)

One Night to Forever (dc2) (f/m)

Jack of All Trades: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (a/f/m)

The Floor is Lava (dc3) (f)

Cuddle Bug (f)

Red Silk (m/f)

Pen Pals (f)

Stuck Like Glue (f)

Letters (a)

Hoops (f)

Park Jimin

Adults (f)

Chim Chim Chimmy (Halloween au) (f)

Mine (m)

Melting Point (f)

Weekend Thunderstorms (f)

So You Had A Bad Day... (f)

One of Each (dc1) (f)

6AM (dc1) (f)

Self-Control (f)

Breakfast To Go (f)

Shampoo & Conditioner (f)

Sinners Row (f)

Rhinestones (m)

Suit of Diamonds: Part 1 (m/a/f)

Hedgehogs and Mittens (halloween dc) (f)

Jeon Jungkook

Swings (f)

A love like... (f)

Milkshakes First Thing (f)

Dork (f)

Spoodermoon (f)

Climb or Coward (f)

Pigtails (dc2) (f)

Goat (dc2) (f)

Camp Councilor Kook (f)

Something Old (Part 1) (f)

Nailed It (f)

My Dude (f)

Noodle Loodle (f)

OT7

BTS as:

 Tastes  Scents  Sounds  Textures  Sights (f)

 Some of My Favorite Books (f)

 Favorite Movies  (f)

 Hans Christian Andersen Fairy Tales (f)

 Dragon Riders (f)

 Disney Fairies (f)

Pocket BTS (f)

Pocket BTS - Beach Day (f)

Pocket BTS - Camping/Road Trip (f)

Pocket BTS - Mom has a Date (f)

Pocket BTS - Origin Stories (f)

Pocket BTS - Reversed Roles (f)

Pocket BTS - Being Bad (f)

Pocket BTS - You Have A Bad Day (f)

Pocket BTS - LOST (f)

Pocket BTS - Cool Down (f)

Pocket BTS - Games (f)

Pocket BTS - Fall (f)

Pocket BTS - Back to School (f)

Pocket BTS - Harnessed (f)

Pocket BTS - Job Hunt (f)

Pocket BTS - Happy Holidays (f)

Pocket BTS - Valentine’s Day (f) 

Pocket BTS - Quarantine (f)

Pocket BTS - Birthday Boys (f)

Pocket BTS - Easter (f)

Giant BTS (f)

Spending the Night for the First Time (f)

Neck Kisses (f/m)

8 Gifts with BTS (Happy Hanukkah) (f)

Their S/O is Short (f)

Your Parents Yell At You (a/f)

First Kisses (f)

Fake Eyelashes (f)

Escort Series (m/a/f) 

Kim Seokjin - King of Hearts (9/10): Start

Kim Taehyung - Jack of All Trades (4/10): Start

Park Jimin - Suit of Diamonds (1/10): Start

~

MONSTA X

Son Hyunwoo (Shownu)

White Lace (virginity au) (m)

Paint by Numbers (m)

Fanfiction (m)

At What Cost (a/f)

Shin Hoseok (Wonho)

Want (virginity au) (m)

Pretty Little Lies (m)

Past Hurts (m)

Hugs and Kisses (a/f)

Yoo Kihyun

Art (virginity au) (m)

JENGA (dc3) (f)

Candle Sticks (dc3) (f)

Finders Keepers (m/f)

Stuck On You (f)

Lee Minhyuk

Everything (virginity au) (m)

Magical (dc2) (f)

Curly Q (f)

Chae Hyungwon

Pride Goeth Before A Fall (f)

Lee Jooheon

My Girl (virginity au) (m)

Public Indecency (m)

Dating Jooheon (f)

Hold My Hand (a/f)

In the Middle of the Night... (a/f)

Im Changkyun

By The Stroke of Midnight (f)

Anti-Itch (dc1) (f)

IKEA (dc1) (f)

Beautiful Things (f)

Asshole (dc2) (f)

Daggers and Roses (m/f)

OT7

Pocket Monsta X (f)

Pocket Monsta X - Beach Day (f)

Pocket Monsta X - Camping/Road Trip (f)

Pocket Monsta X - Mom has a Date (f)

Pocket Monsta X - Origin Stories (f)

Pocket Monsta X - You Have a Bad Day (f)

Pocket Monsta X - Being Bad (f)

Pocket Monsta X - Cool Down (f)

Pocket Monsta X - LOST (f)

Pocket Monsta X - Fall (f)

Pocket Monsta X - Back to School (f)

Pocket Monsta X - Home Alone (f)

Pocket Monsta X - Harnessed (f)

Pocket Monsta X - Happy Holidays (f)

Pocket Monsta X - Quarantine (f)

Neck Kisses (m/f)

You are Full of Rage (a/f/m)

~

GOT7

Im Jaebeom

Butterflies (f)

Breath Notes (f)

Tiny (f)

Baebeom (f)

Cat-Mas Tree (f)

Mark Tuan

62 Crab Rangoon’s (f)

Thumbelina (f)

Don’t Let Go (a/f)

Taste Testers (f)

Jackson Wang

Always the Left Shoe (f)

All That You Are (a/f)

Emotional Support Dumbass (f)

Shake It Off (f)

Privileges (f)

Park Jinyoung

Twas the Night Before Christmas (f)

Choi Youngjae

BamBam

Black Velvet (f)

Like, Ew (f)

A Little Birdie Told Me... (f)

Sucks to Suck, Buttercup (f) 

Things that go Bump in the Dark (f)

Kim Yugyeom

OT7

Pocket GOT7 (f)

Pocket GOT7 - Quarantine (f)

~

NCT 127

Johnny Suh

Coins Only (f)

~

GAMES

Pocket Pick N’ Mix

Kihyun (MX) + Jinyoung (got7): In a garden

Hyungwon (MX) + JB (got7): As Siblings

Jungkook (BTS) + Yugyeom (got7): Nap Time

Jin (BTS) + Bambam (got7): Ice Skating

Namjoon (BTS) + Jackson (got7): Picture with Santa

Jimin (BTS) + Youngjae (got7): Sugar High

Kihyun (MX) + Jungkook (BTS): Shopping Trip

~~

{DISCLAIMER: This is all purely fictional and meant for entertainment purposes only}

~~

Networks:

KSmutClub

HEARTSFORBTS

[dancing-the-hellfire-rumba]

Soldiers

Warnings: ANGST. wee bit of fluff

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Challenge: This was @angelschallenge  ‘s Spring Challenge. My prompt was Polliwog [it’s in bold letters in the text]

Word Count: around 1k

A/N: To be entirely honest to y’all, I don’t really like the ending. feedback is greatly appreciated :D Also really want to thank @impala-dreamer for quickly rushing the editting of this fic in her busy schedule. When I saw the mistakes I made, I was banging my head on my desk so thanks for saing my ass.

There were very few times you had the luxury to act like a child when you were young. Being brought into the hunting life at a very young age and making it your first priority to protect your younger siblings, acting immaturely, having a normal childhood was just out of the question. And your family made damn sure you were aware of that. Every moment you spent as an actual kid and not a soldier in training you owed to Bobby Singer and the Winchester brothers.

Your family were best friends with the one and only John Winchester. When you were born, a total freak accident that was simply not supposed to happen, you entered the hunting life unwillingly, head first. Everything about the life was simply horrific. The blood, the pain, the physical and mental suffering, the traumatic experiences, images, none of it was made for people, never mind a seven-year-old girl with pigtails.

Then you met the two brothers, Sam and Dean, and that shitty reality became a bit more bearable. Because even though life was throwing at you all the shit that she could muster up, you had two people there for you, two wonderful boys you called your best friends. When your two twin siblings were born, not so much of an accident this time, you and the brothers swore to protect them. And by doing so you had to train more and forget your age. You weren’t a child, no. You were a soldier.

Once in a while, ol’ Bobby Singer would take all kids to the park, just to get you in touch with your age, give you a taste of what it’s like. His heart broke at all five of you being ripped of the right to be plain children. Ungrateful, whining, stupid, immature, happy children with toothless grins and unrealistic dreams. He’d let you run off, play baseball with the boys and push your and your little sister’s swings. Occasionally, you and Dean, whom you were closer to than Sammy, ran off to the lake near the park, trying to catch polliwogs and butterflies, giggling and making meatballs and cakes out of dirt, grass and flowers.

You could count those moments on one hand.

You eventually had grown to a powerful, graceful, strong, adventurous, and independent woman. Your 18th birthday soon arrived and you ran off with 21-year-old Dean, in his beloved impala, away for the night. The best night of your lives.

He surprised you earlier in the day by grabbing you mid-training by the waist and spinning you around. You shrieked his name, grinning like a mad fool. He made you change and took you to a grassy field surrounded by trees. He got out of the car, grabbing some beers from the trunk and a blanket, and spreading it on the hood of the car. He jumped on, pulling you with him and to his side.

You had obviously fallen for him; for the green eyed, golden-hearted, amazing person that he was. How could you not? You had known him as long as you could remember and could honestly not see your life without him.

You had leaned against each other, looking up at the sunset and admiring the beauty of it all. When the stars appeared in the sky you started explaining the constellations to Dean. You told him how you and Sam had done all-nighters just studying about them because they were so interesting. You pointed, titled, and talked about the stories behind each one. When you were out of lore, Dean started talking about the childhood memories, the pranks, the laughs, the shits and giggles, the parties, the drinks, the tears, the stories… You talked about everything until it was around 4 in the morning.

You looked up at Dean who stared at you lovingly, pulling you closer and drawing your lips to his. You kissed back, more willing than ever, wanting nothing more than to stay there for eternity.

Needless to say, Dean was your first. At everything. Your first kiss, the guy you lost your virginity to, and most of all, the first, one and only love of your life.

“Here’s to us,” you said, leaning against the cold stone. You placed the bottle of Johnnie on your lips and swallowed a mouthful, feeling the sweet liquor trailing down your throat leaving a soothing burn behind it. You leaned your head back on the silver lettering of the tombstone.

Dean Winchester

1979-2017

It never really stopped hurting. The moment that demonic motherfucker stabbed Dean’s spine and smiled so sickeningly wide, you felt your knees buckle. Of course the bastard is dead. Before he even made it a step further, he was on the ground with an angel blade in his throat. Dean was on his knees, with a hand on his chest, struggling to breathe. Blood was spilling from his mouth and a panicked look was on his face.

“No no no no,” you had cursed, falling to your knees in front of you. You grabbed him from his flannel, looking over his shoulder, to his back, inspecting the wound. It was clean through.

“Hey, hey look at me. Dean! You’ll be fine, Sammy and I will patch you up, you’ll be fine” you pulled him back to look at his beautiful eyes which were now dark and not focusing. “You’ll be fine, stay with me, keep your eyes open, come on.” I cupped one hand on his face, “Dean!” He felt boneless, his eyes rolling to the back of his head and fluttering shut.

You were crying. Of course you were. It had been months but the wound was fresh and all you could do was cry about the lost love of your life. Your dead best friend.

“Y/N?” A voice called out behind you. You didn’t move, watching Sam appear in front of you. “I thought I’d find you here,” he sighed, looking at the grave. You looked down, folding your legs to your chest. Sam took a seat next to you, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. You glanced at the bottle, passing it on to him. He took a sip and placed his arm around your waist.

“It’s our anniversary,” you whimpered, your eyes brimming with tears.

“I know,” he whispered and tightened his hold on you. “What a great fucking birthday you’re having,” he muttered. You snorted humorlessly, nodding your head in agreement.

“I should’ve done something,” you said. “I should’ve seen the bastard coming, warned Dean, something.” You sniffled, burying your face in his neck and beginning to sob.

“This is in no way on you,” he said, letting you wet his shirt with your tears. He didn’t say anything else. He just let you cry it out, holding you close to him.

As time passed you became calmer, taking comfort in Sam’s embrace, eventually entirely stopping. You were left tired, drained, completely empty. Sam said nothing but got up and stretched his hand out to you. You stared at it and took it, letting him effortlessly pull you up. His hand didn’t leave yours, offering mental support.

“Come on.” He pulled you away from the tombstone. “Let’s go home”

@deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester @potato-that-needs-therapy @imagining-supernatural @imissyoualittlemoreeveryday @jpadjackles @winchestersnco @deanscolette @deanssweetheart23 @iwantthedean

[miyacchis]

Kis-My-Ft2 2017.04-2018.3 Calendar 700 Questions 700 Answers Book: Special Interviews & Backstage Shots - Miyata Toshiya Excerpt

1. What’s a danger you’ve encountered on vacation?

A few years ago, when I went to Izu with a friend, I was hit with stomach pain, while we were stuck in traffic. Cars weren’t moving at all, but I had to wait all covered in sweat until we could make it to a parking area. I barely made it. 

2. Have you ever fallen in love with a girl at first sight?

I...guess so, yeah.

3. Do you prefer udon or soba?

Udon.

4. Do you have any reoccurring dreams?

I’ve had this scary dream since I was kid where there are these tetris-like blocks falling on me, and I have to keep climbing up to avoid them. For some reason, if I make it to the top, there’s always a motorsports promo model, holding a parasol, waiting there.

5. What’s something you’ve felt gap-moe over?

I think it’s cute when someone who is kind of strong and aggressive goes shopping with their mom.

6. What’s a moment when you’ve felt on top of the world?

Once I went to this izakaya where the food was free if you could stop a stopwatch exactly at ten seconds, so we ended up getting everything for free. I wish I had ordered more.

7. What do you do to cheer yourself up if you’re feeling down?

I imagine myself as a happy old man. Like, a house with a garden, and me playing around with my dog. I can convince myself to work hard now for that version of myself in the future.

8. Where’s a place that you can feel at ease?

My house.

9. What are you doing to care for your health or to train your body?

Going to the gym. I’m trying to build up my chest and arms.

10. How many hours do you sleep ideally?

About eight hours.

11. When you sleep do you prefer keeping the lights on or turning them off?

I don’t really care either way. I guess I turn them off.

12. What do you wash first when you get in the bath?

My head.

13. What do you like to use on your eggs?

Soy sauce.

14. When you go on a trip, do you pack light or heavy?

I think I pack lightly, but if I look at everyone in Kisumai, I guess it’s not that light.

15. What do you always take on a trip?

My tablet.

16. Which do you like, ponytails or pigtails?

Pigtails. Although, ponytails are cute too!

17. Do you put the bills in your wallet the same direction?

I don’t pay attention to that, so they probably aren’t lined up.

18. Do you like going to tropical islands?

Not really, but if I were to go, I’m sure I could enjoy it.

19. What’s the best vacation you’ve been on?

Coming to Amami Oshima for this year’s calendar photo shoot. It’s never this relaxed. No matter where we go for work, we’re always running around really busy.

20. What’s your favorite season?

Fall because it’s cool.

21. Where have you been on vacation this year?

I went to Kyoto for filming, and whenever I had time, I went sightseeing by myself and even bought souvenirs. I bought some delicious thing from Kyoto for myself to snack on at home, and I bought some good bread for my mom.

22. What’s something you got excited about this year?

Higashiyama Noriyuki taking me out to dinner. I was nervous, but I’m glad I was able to hear a lot of different stories from him.

23. What’s the best thing you bought this year?

The OVA (original video animation) of a creator that I like.

24. Tell me about your schedule on off days.

I wake up around ten, adn then I kind of lazily watch anime until it’s dark. When I get hungry, I eat.

25. What are your top five favorite foods?

1. Yakiniku. 2. Shabu shabu. 3. Mongolian mutton barbecue (Genghis Khan). 4. Fried horse mackerel. 5. Bread.

26. What are your top three favorite movies?

1. The Garden of Words. 2. Jersey Boys. 3. Kizumonogatari.

27. Tell me three of your favorite animals.

Miniature Dachshund, Toy Poodle, and Maltese. My family has a Mini Dachshund.

28. What’s your favorite book?

I seriously love Hunter X Hunter. I read it a lot.

29. What’s your favorite color?

White. My house is overall white too.

30. What do you like about yourself?

Appearance-wise, I like my hair. I often go to the hair salon, and I use good shampoo, so I invest a lot of money in it. I want my hair to be silky soft. I also like that I can eat a lot.

31. What do you hate about yourself?

I’m restless. If we’re talking about appearance, I don’t like that I have extra bulk.

32. What reminds you of your mother’s cooking?

Napolitan. 

33. What do you wear to bed?

Pajamas.

34. What’s the first thing you do when you wake up?

Drink water.

35. What’s something you treasure?

The HD in my house because I have a lot of things I’m thinking of watching recorded on it.

36. How do you de-stress?

Lately I’m into muscle training.

37. If you were something other than an idol, what would you want to be?

A blogger.

38. What’s your favorite scent?

The smell of soap.

39. Do you have a special skill?

I can eat samgyeopsal neatly.

40. What do you like to drink?

Black coffee.

41. What’s something you want right now?

A washing machine. I want to buy a new one.

42. Where do you feel the most relaxed in your house?

My sofa.

43. What makes you excited?

When someone invites me for food.

44. What makes you feel down?

When I’m made fun of.

45. When was the last time you cried?

When I was watching Gundam: Iron-Blooded Orphans recently.

46. What do you always carry in your bag?

A charger.

47. When do you feel like you’ve been an idiot?

When I get excited so easily, like when other people are sleeping and I’m making a bunch of noise.

48. What is your favorite view or scenery?

Green places in the middle of the city, like Yoyogi Park or Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden.

49. As a man, what’s something you hold dear?

My chest muscles.

50. What’s something about yourself you find weak*?

I tend to dwell on unpleasant things.

51. What kind of weather do you like?

Cloudy weather because, when it’s bright outside, the rays can hurt.

52. What’s a part of the city that you like?

Akihabara.

53. What’s your favorite form of transportation?

Cars.

54. What’s your favorite number?

Seven.

55. What’s your favorite kind of sushi?

Horse Mackerel.

56. What’s your favorite rice ball filling?

Seasoned cod roe.

57. What food makes you excited when you see it at work?

Something fashionable that I’ve never seen before.

58. What’s your favorite female fashion?

I like knit hats.

59. Do you prefer someone you’re dating to be older, younger, or the same age as you?

Anything is okay. If I had to answer, the same age.

60. What’s your type?

Someone who smiles a lot.

61. What’s a habit that you find feminine?

Carrying a pouch.

62. What’s something you require in the woman you marry?

Someone who will change me. I feel like I’ll turn in a husband who doesn’t like to do anything ro go out of the house, so I want someone who’s confident they can make me into a good husband.

63. What kind of benefits come with dating you?

You can raise me into the person you want. You can change me as you like.

64. Do you think marriage and love are different?

I’ve never really thought about it. I do hear it’s different though.

65. What is one thing you would bring to a deserted island?

A radio. I’d like to experience being able to get to the right frequency and picking up sound. It’s romantic.

66. What’s something you try to keep in mind when you’re at work?

Having fun and messing around aren’t the same thing.

67. Who are you close with among your senpai, kohai, and douki (someone who joined Johnny’s at the same time)?

For senpai, (A.B.C-Z’s) Tsuka-chan (Tsukada Ryoichi). For kohai, (Johnny’s Junior) Sakuma Daisuke. There are more, but if I were just to give a couple...

68. What is something people misunderstand about you?

I actually get depressed quite easily. Even if someone only intends to tease me, I find it more painful than other people might.

 69. Tell me a secret of yours.

I like hte pain when I cute my nails a bit too short.

70. Do you have a best friend?

I do, I have friends who I’ve been with from kindergarten to middle school. There are about five of us, and we go out together a lot.

71. If you were to redo your life, where would you go back to?

I don’t feel like I’ve ever really made a mistake like that...If I had to answer, I think after debut I did too many weird things. I wish I had been a little more Johnny’s-like and tried to be cooler. It’s too late now (lol).

72. What would you title your life?

“Doing what you like as much as you like.”

73. If you had a million yen to spend in a day, what would you do?

I would go to a high-class restaurant, put the money on the table, and say, “Keep the change.”

74. Say something to 100-year-old you!

It’s amazing you’ve lived this long.

75. What would you do if the world was going to end in one week?

I’d stay at home. At the last moment, I would do a toast with my best friend and a glass of highball.

76. What’s something small that’s worrying you right now?

I’ve been eating too much lately.

77. What would you do if you could use magic?

I would give myself a six-pack.

78. With 100 being a perfect score, how would you rate your life?

About 15 points, I guess. I still haven’t become who I thought I would be at 28 at all.

79. What’s the best compliment you can receive?

“Have you lost weight?”

80. What clothes suit you?

Generally, there aren’t really any clothes that look good on me. A suit, I guess.

81. Dogs or cats?

Dogs.

82. What do you tend to do when you have free time?

I play games on my phone.

83. Do you believe in ghosts?

I don’t.

84. Do you believe in astrology?

I don’t.

85. The ocean or the mountains?

The ocean. The mountains are too dangerous. As long as you don’t go into the ocean, it’s fine.

86. Who are your fans to you?

My precious girlfriends.

87. What are you crazy about right now?

Body building.

88. Who is your rival?

(A.B.C-Z’s) Tsuka-chan. In terms of body building. I haven’t reached Tsuka-chan’s level yet, but I’ve decided he’s my rival.

89. What do you collect?

Nothing. Anime-related items gather together themselves.

90. What do you want to realize in 2017?

I want to lose weight.

91. What is you ambition for the next five years?

I want to learn to make good coffee, starting from the coffee beans. I think if I could do that it would be cool.

92. What is your ambition for the next ten years?

I want to become the kind of dandy who looks good with a beard.

93. What do you think Kis-My-Ft2 is lacking right now?

I feel like we need to level-up one rank as a whole, in terms of dancing, in terms of our concerts, everything.

94. What is your role in the group?

I don’t think I have one! But I have the feeling that it’s alright to have one person who’s like that. Like, “Can you do anything?”

95. What’s is your motto?

“Don’t worry about it.”

96. What advice would you give yourself at the time of debut?

“Your hairstyle is kind of weird.”

97. Tell me the appeal of the other members.

Kitayama - he knows good restaurants; Senga - he’s like a big puppy who’s easily loved by people older than him; Yokoo - his cooking is delicious; Fujigaya - he’s calm; Tamamori - everything; Nikaido - he’s boisterous. 

98. Tell me the weak points of the other members.

Kitayama - bad timing; Senga - pollen allergies; Yokoo - he seems angry; Fujigaya - he’s too calm; Tamamori - nothing; Nikaido - he goes overboard with whatever he’s into once he gets interested in it.

99. What is your appeal? What are you unbeatable at compared to other members?

I think my appeal is that I’m foolish, but that can also be my weakness. I look like I’m messing around to people around me. The softness of my hair is what I’m unbeatable at.

100. Please give a message to your fans!

We can be together the whole year! Look at me everyday, okay?

[snappedsky]

Fanatics 59

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Possessed

           Devi hums to the song playing over her stereo as she paints. She rocks back and forth to the beat, her paintbrush producing dark colours all over the canvas. She feels relaxed and at peace.

           Unfortunately for her, that never lasts long.

           She stops when she thinks she hears something. She turns down her music and listens closely. When she doesn’t hear it again, she starts to turn the music back up, when something clatters in the kitchen.

           She peeks out of her studio, paintbrush in hand, ready to stab the eyes out of whoever is disturbing her. But she doesn’t see anything. Just a cup rolling along the floor.

           Devi picks it up and drops it in the sink. She takes a quick look around, wondering what could have made it fall, before heading back to her studio. But before she can make it, she hears the floorboards creak behind her. She jumps and spins around but again sees nothing.

           She looks around suspiciously. Everything is still and quiet, except for the low music coming from her stereo. But the hairs on her neck are standing up. She feels like she’s being watched.

           She tries to shake it off and go back to painting. But as she turns around, the volume on her stereo suddenly turns full blast. She covers her ears as the music bangs against the walls. She quickly hurries to the stereo and shuts it off.

           Devi pants heavily and looks around, fear bubbling up inside of her. Something is definitely wrong here. She starts to back away slowly, heading for the door, when she sees something that makes her freeze in her tracks.  

           Red paint is seeping through her canvas and running all down her painting. Wait, no. It’s not paint.

           It’s blood.

           Devi immediately spins on her heel and races out the door without a second thought. She speeds down the hallway and up the stairs to Tenna’s apartment, not daring to look back.

             Squee leans against Johnny and stretches out, sighing contently as he nuzzles his shoulder. Johnny looks at him with mild annoyance.

           “There’s like a whole couch here,” he points out.

           “Uh huh,” Squee mumbles, smiling warmly as he watches the TV.

           Nny rolls his eyes but he can’t hide his contentment. With his kid leaning against him and his cat curled up in lap, it’s hard not to feel relaxed and at peace.

           Unfortunately for all of them, that never lasts long.

           The front door flies open to Devi and Tenna. But they’re not their usual perky selves. Tenna is staring at Devi worriedly, who is wearing a dirty, black t-shirt and doesn’t even have her hair up in pigtails. She also looks freaked right out.

           “Guys, what’s wrong?” Squee asks as he sits up, away from the irritated Nny.

           “There is…something in my apartment,” Devi replies.

           “Something,” Johnny grunts.

           “Yes, something!” she snaps.

           “What kind of something?” Squee asks.

           “I don’t know. I think it might be a ghost.”            “Really?”

           “Yeah,” Devi groans and rubs her forehead. “Look, I know it sounds crazy-.”            “Of course not,” Squee says, “but I wonder why there would be one in your apartment. There’s never been a haunting there before.”

           “Well, a couple of girls recently died in our building,” Tenna points out.

           “Oh, yeah, I heard about that,” Devi nods, “like a couple of weeks ago they died from a gas leak or something.”

           “Well, even if this ghost is one of those girls, that still wouldn’t explain why she would be haunting you,” Squee muses, “were you close to them?”            “No, I never even saw them,” she replies.

           “Tenna, what about you?”

           “Nope,” she says, “but I heard one of them was kind of nuts.”            “So why come to us with this?” Johnny asks with annoyance.

           “It was Tenna’s idea,” Devi grunts, “I don’t really like it.”            “Come on,” Tenna insists, “Squee’s dealt with ghosts before. He can totally help you.”

           “What, me?” Squee exclaims, “I-I don’t know. I mean it’s not like I do it because I want to. I’d really rather not get involved if I could help it.”            “And I don’t want you to get involved,” Devi states, “you don’t need any more trouble.”

           “So what are you going to do then?” Tenna asks.

           Devi doesn’t answer. Just looks away worriedly.

           Squee watches her for a second before rubbing his head and groaning. “Look uh…let me call Dib. He’s a paranormal expert and I’m sure he’d be super excited to help out.”            “What? But-,” Devi starts to argue.

           “Don’t worry about it,” Squee says as he stands up and grabs his cellphone. “This is the kind of stuff he lives for.”            Devi smiles gratefully. Tenna grins as she pats her back. Johnny looks between them then at Squee and grumbles grumpily. He can’t just have a nice weekend.

           In about an hour, Dib arrives with Zim, Gaz, and Pepito. He’s beaming excitedly as he enters the house, bouncing like a hyper toddler. The others don’t look nearly as enthusiastic.

           “Did you really have to bring everyone?” Squee asks, “I mean not that I mind but…”

           “Well, to be honest, Zim insisted,” Dib replies, “but it really is more fun with all of us, don’t you think?”            “You and I differ greatly on the definition of fun,” Squee mutters.

           “Anyway!” Dib booms and faces Devi. “You’re Devi, right? The owner of the haunted apartment? We’ve never been properly introduced. I’m Dib, paranormal hunter extraordinaire. You did the right thing asking for my help.”

           “Uh, sure,” Devi replies, thrown off by his enthusiasm.

           “So how does this work?” Tenna asks, “do you have like ghost detectors?”

           “I do, but I didn’t bring them,” Dib replies and pats Squee’s shoulder. “Squee is better at detecting ghosts then any technology. He can actually see them, even when they’re just harmless spirits. I’m so jealous.”

           “If I could, I would give you this power in a heartbeat,” Squee grumbles bitterly.

           “Come on, Squee,” Dib cheers as he drags Squee out the door. “Let’s hurry to your friend’s apartment and get to work.”

           “Ugh, can’t you handle this without me?” Squee whines, “I mean you brought Pepito. He can see ghosts just as well as I can.”

           “Yeah but I like you better than him,” Dib states.

           “Hey!” Pepito snaps.

           “Come on, Squee. Isn’t this exciting?” Zim questions, “this is the first time a civilian has asked for our help. Now we can help her as Earth’s Battalion and get the praise we so deserve.”

           Squee glances between his four friends questionably. Gaz and Pepito don’t seem to care either way but Zim and Dib are beaming excitedly. It’s hard to say no to their bright faces.

           “Fine,” Squee groans, “just let me get my stuff.”

           He goes back into the house and grabs his bag and Shmee. “Nny, I’ll be back later,” he says.

           “Yeah,” Johnny grunts, “want me to come with you?”

           “Um,” Squee muses and glances at Zim and the others. They’re all frantically shaking their heads no.

           “No, that’s okay,” he replies quickly, “we’ll be fine.”

            He hastily waves goodbye before rushing out the door. Devi and Tenna follow close behind.

           “Woo, ghost hunting adventure!” Tenna cheers as they head to their cars. She and Devi get into Devi’s car while the kids get into Dib’s car and they both drive away.

           They arrive at the girls’ apartment building within a few minutes. They get out and stare at it ominously. Nothing looks off about it and the few people going in and out of the doors don’t seem spooked.

           “Well, I don’t sense any evil,” Pepito says.

           “That’s a good thing,” Squee comments.

           “Let’s check out the actual scene of the haunting,” Dib demands, “Devi, if you would.”

           “Uh, yeah, sure,” Devi nods before nervously approaching the front doors.

           “Don’t worry, human,” Zim says, “you’re safe with us.”

           Devi grunts uncertainly as pushes open the doors. They follow her up through the hallways to her apartment and she unlocks the door. The kids peek inside, curious but cautious.

           “Still don’t sense anything,” Pepito says as they enter, Squee holding onto his arm.

           “But it is really messy,” Dib comments as he steps over a pile of clothes.

           “No, it’s always like this,” Devi says from the safety of the hallway.

           “Hey, Squee,” Zim says quietly, “is it possible that your friend mistook everything that happened?”            “No way,” Squee replies, “Devi is like the most lucid out of all of us.”

           “But there’s clearly nothing here,” he points out.

           “Then what do you make of that?” Gaz asks as she points into Devi’s art studio. Through the doorway they’re able to clearly see the canvas she was working on. It’s stained a dark red with even darker red letters just barely visible. They read ‘Kill All Men’.

           “Maybe it’s feminist art,” Pepito suggests.

           “Excuse you,” Devi snaps, “I did not do that. It was the ghost!”

           “A ghost with a vendetta against all men perhaps?” Dib muses as they slowly approach the studio. “But then why target Devi.”

           “She’s had…issues with dates in the past,” Squee says, “maybe the ghost feels they’re like-minded in a way.”

           They all stop just outside the studio’s doorway. Without even entering the room they can feel a kind of heaviness radiating from it. They all suddenly feel very hesitant about going inside.

           “Right,” Zim grunts, “on the count of three. Ready? One…two…three.”          

           They all simultaneously take a step through the doorway. There’s suddenly a shrill shriek followed by a strong gust of wind. All of the boys are blown off their feet and across the room while Gaz seems to be untouched. She looks back at them with surprise as they hit the wall and fall the floor.

           “Squee!” Devi and Tenna exclaim and rush inside. Gaz meets them at the groaning boys and they help them up.

           “Wow, this ghost really does hate men,” Pepito chuckles painfully.

           “I find that offensive,” Zim grunts, “I’m not even human. Where does it get off hating me?”

           “Well, Devi,” Dib says as he rubs his back. “The good news is your apartment is definitely haunted and the ghost seems to have harboured itself in your art room.”

           “That’s the good news?” Devi scoffs, “then what’s the bad news?”            “Pepito and Squee can’t see it,” he replies, “which means it doesn’t have a tangible form. And without that, we can’t capture it.”

           “So what are you going to do?” Tenna asks.

           “Well, we may be able to help it find peace,” Dib suggests, “if we can learn more about it, maybe we can help it pass on.”

           “Ugh, the peaceful route?” Zim groans distastefully.

           “It’s all we got,” he shrugs, “so any ideas on how we might learn more about this ghost?”

           “Tenna had said that a couple girls died in this building recently,” Squee says, “one of them might be this ghost. Maybe we can learn more about her if we explore her apartment.”

           “Good idea,” Dib replies, “which number is?”

           “21A downstairs,” Tenna replies, “nobody’s moved in there yet so it should be vacant.”

           “Great. We’ll go check it out,” Dib says as he and the other kids head for the door. “In the meantime you two should be safe to stay here. Just maybe stay away from the art room.”

           With that the kids exit into the hallway, leaving Devi and Tenna staring awkwardly after them.

           They jog through the hall and downstairs, not stopping until they spot 21A. Zim tries the knob but as expected it’s locked.

           “How do we get in?” Gaz asks.

           “I got this,” Pepito replies as he steps forward. He holds his hands over the knob and wispy, black tendrils extend from his fingers. They disappear into the knob, wiggle around a bit, and then a slight click is heard before the door creaks open.

           “Voila,” he chirps.

           “Nice,” Dib comments as they go inside.

           The apartment is dark with all the furniture in its proper place. It looks like someone would still be living here. But there’s a heaviness in the air similar to what they felt in Devi’s studio. They move cautiously and close together, watching out for anything suspicious.

           “What’s that smell?” Gaz asks with disgust.

           “Tenna said they died from a gas leak,” Squee replies, “actually we should probably be wearing masks.”

           “My PAK isn’t detecting any toxicity in the air,” Zim says, “it’s probably just the scent caught in the furniture.”

           “Still, we shouldn’t stay too long,” Dib declares, “let’s find this ghost’s bedroom and get out of here.”

           They hurry through the living room and kitchen to a short hallway holding three doors. They try the first door and open it up to a bedroom. It’s simple with a dresser, bed, and nightstand. Nothing that looks obviously incriminating.

           “Score,” Pepito cheers.

           “Yeah, but there were two girls,” Squee points out, “this could be the other girl’s bedroom.”

           “Alright, so let’s try the other door,” Zim orders. They leave the first door open and try the second door. It’s another bedroom, fairly similar to the first.

           “What boring rooms,” Gaz comments.

           “Yeah. How do we know which one to search?” Pepito asks.

           “We’ll just have to do both,” Dib shrugs.

           “Right,” Zim nods, “Pepito, you come search the first room with me. Dib, Gaz, Squee, you guys check this room.”

           Dib, Gaz, and Squee quickly get to work searching through the drawers while Zim and Pepito head to the other room. They all still hold the belongings of their old owners. But there’s nothing interesting; mostly just clothes.

           “Jeez, there’s nothing,” Dib groans.

           “Maybe we’ll have better luck in the living room,” Squee suggests.

           They nod and start leaving, exiting one by one. Squee is the last but before he can step through the door, he gets a sudden bad feeling. He freezes and swallows hard as he senses a presence behind him.      

           “Sh-Shmee?” he questions.

           “She doesn’t seem dangerous,” Shmee says.

           Squee slowly looks back and sees a girl standing a few feet behind him. No, she’s hovering.

           She doesn’t look much older than him, maybe in her late teens. She’s wearing jeans and a sweatshirt and has long, black hair. Other than her transparency and hovering capabilities, she seems like a normal girl.

           She’s staring at Squee with wide eyes. He stares back.

           “Squee?” Dib questions. He ignores him.                  “Um hello?” Squee squeaks nervously.

           “Hello,” the girl nods.      

           Squee clears his throat and faces her properly. “My-my name is Squee.”

           “That’s an odd name,” she comments, “I’m Alissa.”            “Alissa,” he repeats, “did you live here?”

           “Yes. This was my old room,” she replies, “I was upstairs watching my sister when I sensed your presence here.”            “You sister upstairs?” Squee questions, “is she the one haunting my friend, Devi?”

           “Yes, I’m sorry,” Alissa sighs, “I tried to stop her but she won’t listen to me. In life or death.”

           “Who is she?”

           “Her name is Ada,” she replies, “she’s my older sister. She’s taken care of me most of my life but she was never…quite right. I’ll spare you our dark backstory; suffice it to say she’s always hated men. I mean really hated them. She um…she’s actually…killed a couple.”

           She pauses as if waiting for some bewildered response from Squee but he doesn’t seem bothered. When he realizes what she’s waiting for, he flinches and looks away awkwardly.

           “Oh, wow, that’s um…that’s terrible,” he says, feigning surprise.

           “Yeah,” she says suspiciously then continues her story. “Anyway, her plans were getting more and more convoluted and she wouldn’t listen to a thing I said. So I stopped her the only way I could.”

“The gas leak,” Squee says with realization. “You caused it.”

           Alissa nods, looking down with shame. “But even death wouldn’t stop her. If anything it made her more unstoppable. Now she’s just a mass of anger and revenge.”

           “But why target Devi?” Squee asks.

           “Her apartment is directly above us and the walls are pretty thin,” Alissa replies, “we would often hear her complaining loudly about some guy she knows. Her hatred is fueling Ada. It won’t be long now before she strikes.”

           “Oh no,” Squee whimpers, his stomach dropping to his shoes.

           Meanwhile, upstairs, Devi paces back and forth across the room, glaring at her studio. Tenna watches her from the couch, curious and concerned.

           “I wonder why this ghost is stalking you,” she muses.

           “Isn’t that what the kids are trying to figure out?” Devi asks, irritated.

           “I guess,” Tenna shrugs, “but do you have any idea?”

           “No.”            “Well, let’s examine what we know.”

           “All we know is that it wants to kill all men,” Devi says impatiently, waving at her studio.

           “Right. So why choose you?” Tenna wonders. Then a thought strikes her. “Devi, what were you painting before the haunting started?”

           “Just a doodle,” Devi replies rather cagily.

           “But what sort of doodle?”        

           “A monster…”

           “What did it look like-?”

           “Johnny, alright!” Devi snaps, “I was painting Johnny as a monster.”            Tenna stares at her with surprise before bursting into laughter.

           “Shut up!” Devi barks, blushing with embarrassment.

           “Why-why were you painting Johnny as a monster?” Tenna asks between snickers.

           “Because he is a monster,” she growls.

           “Well, that’s probably why the ghost is targeting you,” she says, “it thinks you hate Johnny.”

           “I do hate Johnny,” Devi states.

           “Oh, come on. No you don’t.”

           “Of course I do. He’s a cold-hearted, psychotic dick!”

           “Then why do you spend so much time with him?”            Devi opens her mouth to argue but nothing comes out. She stammers uncertainly before glaring at the floor angrily.

           “Devi?” Tenna questions.

           “Johnny is a cold-hearted, selfish, idiotic psychopath,” Devi snaps, “and that’s all there is to it.”

           She starts to turn away when a strange noise is heard from her studio. At first it sounds like bizarre breathing but it quickly gets louder and louder until it sounds like raucous laughter.

           Something flies out of the room. It almost looks like a shadowy silhouette but none of the girls get a good enough look before it slams into Devi.

           She flies across the room and bounces off the wall, landing face down on the floor. Tenna quickly jumps over the couch and races to her. “Devi!”

           Before she can reach, some sort of blast sends her flying off her feet and smacking into the back of the couch. Before she blacks out, she sees Devi rise to her feet like a puppet on strings and race out the door.

           Back downstairs, Squee dashes out of Alissa’s rooms and down the hall past Dib and Gaz. They call his name and chase after him. Zim and Pepito hear all the commotion and quickly join the race.

           “What’s going on?” Dib asks as they run out of the apartment and down the hall. “What did that ghost tell you?”

           “Devi’s in danger!” Squee says worriedly, “Ada’s gonna do something horrible!”

           “Who’s Ada?” Zim asks.

           “The ghost!”

           They arrive at Devi’s apartment to find the door wide open and Tenna passed out against the back of the couch.

           “We’re too late,” Pepito sighs with despair.  

           “Tenna!” Squee cries with concern and rushes inside. He holds up Tenna’s face and gently pats her cheeks. “Tenna, are you okay? Can you hear me?”

           Tenna’s eyes crack open slowly and she groans. “Squee? Ugh, my neck.”

           “What happened?” Squee asks.

           “I-I don’t know,” Tenna replies as she rubs the back of her aching neck. “Devi suddenly flew off her feet and I went to check on her but then I flew off my feet and I guess I blacked out.”

           “We’re too late,” Squee laments, “Ada’s got her.”

           “Ada?” Tenna questions.

           Squee’s gone in a flash, out the door and down the hall before everyone else can fully comprehend what just happened. When they realize he ran off, they quickly chase after him.

           Squee goes back to Alissa’s apartment. He bursts through the door and goes straight to her room. “Alissa! Alissa!” he calls. She’s already hovering there. She looks at him worriedly.

           “We were too late,” he pants, “Ada’s got Devi. What’s she gonna do?”            “She’s possessed your friend and taken control of her body,” Alissa says, “she’ll use it achieve her goal. And she’s gonna start with the guy Devi was always complaining about.”

           “Oh no,” Squee moans, his stomach somehow sinking even more.

           “Squee, what’s going on?” Zim asks as he and others slide into the doorway.

           “She’s gonna go after Johnny!” Squee cries, “we gotta stop her!”

           They all race out of the room and down hall to the entrance of the building. Along the way, Squee grabs a notebook, pen, and lighter from his bag. He quickly scribbles something of the corner of a page before tearing it out and burning it.

           “What are you doing?” Tenna asks.

           “Calling for back-up,” Squee replies, “they’ll get there before us even by car. I just hope they make it before something horrible happens.”            Meanwhile, at the C house, Johnny fidgets on the couch while channel surfing. He just can’t sit still and he can’t decide on something to watch. Finally he turns the TV off, throws the remote away, and decides to use cat therapy to quell his frustration. He picks up Nugget and holds her to his chest. She doesn’t try to fight, just hangs from his arms.

           “Ugh, I should’ve gone with him,” Johnny groans, “why’s he always going on these adventures while I wait at home for him? I’m like a soldier’s wife.”

           He grumbles with dismay and rests his chin on Nugget’s head. Suddenly there’s a knock on the door. He leaves Nugget on the couch and answers it suspiciously.

           “Devi?” he questions, opening the door all the way.

           “Hi, Nny,” Devi chirps, beaming brightly.

           “What are you doing here?” he asks, “where’s Squee?”

           “Squee’s fine. I just got bored so I decided to come see you,” she replies.

           Johnny looks at her with confusion. He’s never seen Devi smile like that. At least not at him. “Are-are you okay?”

           “Never better,” she chimes, “so aren’t you gonna let me in?”

           “Um,” Johnny hums uncertainly. She gently rests her fingers against his chest and nudges him backwards. Johnny’s so flabbergasted all he can do is obey.

           “Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks.

           “I’m fine, silly,” she giggles, “why do you keep asking that?”            “It’s just I’ve never seen you act so…cutesy,” he replies.

           “I’m just happy to see you, is all.”

           Johnny cocks his eyebrow with bewilderment.

           As soon as Devi sets foot in the house, Nugget suddenly sets off. She starts hissing and yowling, her ears flat and fur standing straight up. Johnny watches her with surprise before narrowing his eyes suspiciously and glaring at Devi.

           “Alright, what’s going on?” he asks, “who are you, really?”            “What do you mean?” Devi questions as she closes the door.

           “Nugget’s never acted like that around Devi,” Johnny says, “something’s up. You’re not really Devi, are you?”

           Her expression changes in a flash. Her dark green eyes get even darker and a blood curdling grin spreads across her face. Johnny flinches with surprise.

           “You’re smarter than you look,” Devi says, but her voice doesn’t sound like Devi. It’s got a different sort of tone to it.

           Before Johnny can say anything, Devi swipes her hand through the air and he’s knocked off his feet. He flies across the room and slams into the wall opposite the door. He gasps as the wind is knocked out of him and he falls to the floor.

           Devi sighs with satisfaction as she walks forward. Nugget yowls and leaps at her. Devi flicks her wrist and she flies across the room. Johnny gasps and leaps onto the floor, catching her before she can land.

           “Hey! You can toss me around however you like but don’t hurt the cat!” he barks as he tucks her behind him. “That’s fucked up. Now who the hell are you? What’d you do to Devi?”

           “Devi is my puppet,” she replies, “I will use her to achieve my goals: the destruction of every disgusting male on this planet. And we’re starting with you.”

           “Ugh, another vengeance driven poltergeist,” Johnny groans, “how do I get myself into these messes?”

           Devi swipes her hand through the air again and Johnny is shoved into the wall. He quickly shakes it off and dashes over to the right. Devi follows him with her eyes and waves her hand. Johnny ducks low to the floor. He feels the force whoosh through his hair as he charges her.

           He pulls out a switchblade from his pocket before tackling her to the floor. He sits on top of her and swings his knife towards her neck. But at the last second, he hesitates.

           Devi shoves his chest and throws him off with inhuman power. He hits the floor hard.

           “Damnit,” he spits as he jumps to his feet. He rushes Devi again. She tries to hit him with her force again but he quickly jumps to the left and charges her side. As she turns to meet him, he swings his knife at her face. But again, at the last second he hesitates.

           Devi swings her arm and sends him flying back across the room. He bounces off the wall, gasping as the wind rushes out of him, and slumps onto the floor.

           “Damnit!” he barks with frustration. “Why can’t I-?”

           He stops as he looks up at her. The person who looks like Devi but doesn’t feel like Devi. All of his anger dissolves into something sadder, more confused, and just a bit scared.

           “Why can’t I hurt you?” he asks hopelessly.

           Devi points her hand at him and starts squeezing her fingers together. Johnny feels a growing pressure around his neck, like he’s being strangled. He doesn’t try to fight it. Just braces himself.

           Suddenly, two large arms hook up under Devi’s arms and lift her up nearly three feet off the floor. Johnny coughs as the pressure around his throat loosens and looks up with surprise at Reverend Meat, as Mr. Fuck, Psycho Doughboy, and Sickness rush through the doorway.

           “What are you guys doing here?” Johnny asks.

           “The Little Boss sent us this message,” Eff replies as he passes him a little scrap of paper that’s singed around the edges. It reads, “hurry to my house! Devi is not herself. Restrain her but don’t hurt her.”

           Devi shrieks furiously as Reverend Meat holds her off the floor. She tries to kick his legs but she can’t reach him.

           “What’s wrong with her?” D-boy asks.

           “I don’t really know but she’s determined to kill me,” Johnny replies then adds quietly, “and she might’ve succeeded if you guys didn’t show up.”

           “Alright, Reverend Meat, just hold her tight until Squee shows up,” Eff orders.

           “Sure, no problem,” he replies.

           Devi suddenly goes limp in his arms. Everyone looks at her with surprise when her head does a complete 180 and she glares at Reverend Meat, eye to eye.

           “What the f-!” he starts to exclaim when Devi shrieks like a pterodactyl. Reverend Meat is thrown backwards, his arms slipping off Devi, and smashes through the door.

           “My door!” Johnny snaps, “come on!”

           “I think we got bigger problems than your door, Nny,” D-boy points out worriedly while Devi dusts herself off. Then she glares at them and they flinch.

           “Hey!” Sickness snaps, popping up between Devi and the boys. “Get ahold of yourself, Devi! What’s your problem?”

           “Out of my way, little girl,” Devi growls as she shoves Sickness out of the way. “I’m going to annihilate these pigs. Starting with you.” She points menacingly at Johnny.

           “Wow, she’s really got a grudge against you,” Eff says, “what’d you do this time?”

           “Not a fucking thing,” Nny snaps, “she’s lost her mind.”

           “I will destroy all men,” Devi snarls as she stalks up to the boys, her fingers flexing. “And nothing will stop me.”

           “Ada!” She flinches at the sound of her real name and spins around. Squee pants as he leans against the doorway, Zim, Dib, Gaz, Pepito, and Tenna close behind.

           “Ada, stop this!” he shouts.

           “You again?” Devi snaps and waves her hand. “Leave me alone!”            The kids jump out of the doorway, dodging the evil wave while it knocks the woozy Reverend Meat back off his feet. They cower against the outside wall beside the doorway.

           “We can’t go the peaceful route this time, Squee,” Dib says, “we need another plan.”

           “I’m open to suggestions,” Squee says.

           “Do you still have that notebook we used to trap Reggie the Ripper?” he asks.

           “Of course, it’s in my room,” he replies.

           “Good. We can use the same book and the same spell to trap her,” Dib explains, “we’ll distract her while you grab it.”

           “Okay, but how are we gonna get her out of Devi’s body?” Squee asks.

           “We just need something silver,” he replies.

           “Silver?”

           “Yes. It’s a pure metal that all evil creatures hate.”

           “I can attest to that,” Pepito says, “that’s why all of my jewellery is gold.”            “Alright, everyone ready?” Zim asks.

           They nod and get ready to jump out only to realize that Devi has just appeared in the doorway.

           The kids scream with shock and fear. She snarls and starts to lift her hand when Tenna tackles her back into the house. She sits on her and holds down her arms.

           “Devi! Get it together!” she shouts, “you can fight this!”

           “Devi’s gone!” she shrieks before throwing Tenna off. She flies across the room and smacks into Nny, Eff, and D-boy. They all clatter to the floor.

           Devi stands up and starts to approach them when Zim, Dib, Gaz, and Pepito jump in from behind her. Pepito swings his guitar, Gaz lifts her bat, and Zim and Dib pull back their fists as the come down on her.

           Devi leaps out of the way just in time and skids across the floor in crouch. She glares at them angrily.

         “Sorry about this, Devi,” Pepito says as they glare back. “We’ll try not to hurt you too badly.”

           She snarls and whips her arm. Pepito lifts his hands and blocks the force, but it pushes him back a couple inches.

           Dib and Gaz race around either side of Pepito and charge Devi. Gaz goes in high with her bat while Dib goes in low with their fists. Devi sees them both coming and quickly pushes her arms out to the sides. Dib and Gaz fly backwards and hit the walls.

           Zim rises up on his spider legs. They throw him towards Devi and he flies at her, feet first. She lifts her hand and catches him with her force. He hovers there for a second, whimpering fearfully, before she flings into the ceiling. He bounces off of it and slams into the floor.

           Before Devi can choose another target, a wave of black energy slams into her and pushes her into the wall. She glares at Pepito who’s wielding his guitar like sword. He swings it, unleashing another wave of energy. Devi lifts her hand and squeezes it. The energy shatters like glass. Pepito flinches fearfully.

           Devi pushes her hand through the air. Pepito holds up his guitar and blocks the force but it pushes him back. She does it again and it pushes him back more and makes him cry out in pain. She does it a third time and it knocks Pepito off his feet and over the couch.

           Devi snarls and sets her sights on Johnny, Tenna, Eff, and D-boy. They whimper worriedly as Devi starts to step forward and lift her hand.

           Suddenly Sickness wraps her arms around Devi’s ankles, making her lose her balance and fall onto her face. Then Reverend Meat jumps in. He holds her arms behind her back with one hand and holds her head down with the other. She shrieks angrily into the floor as she writhes underneath him.

           “Eff! D-boy!” Squee shouts as he slides into the room, clutching a black notebook with a lock to his chest. On the cover written in white it reads, “Squee + Dib’s Spirt Notebook”. “Make a silver chain!”

           “Huh?” Eff questions, “but I’m not sure we can. We might only be able to make single chain links.”

           “Then combine your powers,” he demands.

           “How?” D-boy asks.

           “Think of something. You’re clever.”

           Eff and D-boy look at each other curiously. Then they take off their hats. D-boy squeezes the top of his hat into Eff’s and they both reach inside. Their eyes widen with astonishment as they both pull out the ends of a long, silver chain.

           “Good work,” Squee says and points at Devi. “Now trap her!”

           They put their hats back, jump to their feet, and run over to Reverend Meat and Devi.

           “Meat, lift her up!” Eff orders.

           Reverend Meat grabs Devi’s arms with both hands and picks her up, holding her off the floor. She howls profanities and kicks about.

           Eff and D-boy spread the chain and run on either side of the Devi. The second the chain makes contact, she starts shrieking in pain.

           The Doughboys go around her back, D-boy ducking under Reverend Meat’s arms while Eff leaps over him. Then they run back around Devi, toss each their ends of the chain, and go back around.

           They keep wrapping her up until Reverend Meat doesn’t have to hold her arms anymore. Then they toss him the ends of the chain and he pulls it tight.

           Devi falls to her knees, screeching agonizingly. Everybody gets up and clusters together in front of her while Reverend Meat holds her down from behind.

           “Squee, get the book ready,” Dib orders, “we have to be ready to trap her as soon as the ghost escapes.”

           “I know,” Squee nods as he opens the book to a blank page and readies a pen.

           Devi grits her teeth, her screams escaping in short bursts as she tries to fight the pain. She starts to lift up in the air, wind blowing violently around her. Reverend Meat tries to hold her down but he’s losing his grip on the chain.

           “No!” Devi screams. The chain severs into pieces and everyone is knocked off their feet. Devi drops to her feet and glares at them furiously.

           “I will not be stopped!” she shrieks, “I will not be contained! I will achieve my goal! And you will all die! Starting with you.”

           She points at Johnny and he groans exhaustedly, “come on…”            She starts to squeeze her hands together and visible pressure appears on Johnny’s clothes, like he’s being squeezed by a giant hand. With one last ditch effort, Zim, Dib, Gaz, Pepito, and Squee charge her. She lets go of Johnny with one hand and knocks them back like flies then immediately goes back to squeezing.

           Johnny groans in pain and squeezes his eyes shut as the pressure increases. It won’t be long before his bones crumble like dust beneath the force. At least it’s an interesting way to go.

           Suddenly the pressure stops and she lets him go. He gasps for breath and leans against the wall. Everybody looks at Devi with surprise. She’s trembling and squeezing her head like she’s got a massive migraine.

           “What…what’s happening?” she asks with confusion. “How are you doing this? You shouldn’t even exist anymore!”

           She’s panting like she’s having a hard time breathing. Then she suddenly throws her head back and screams with a voice that’s all Devi, “get out of my head, you bitch!”

           She throws herself into the wall and smashes her head. She makes a gagging noise as her eyes roll back in her head and she collapses to the floor.

           Then without warning, a shadowy silhouette flies out of Devi’s body. It materializes into a transparent body with long, messy black hair and dark eyes. She shrieks with frustration.

           “Squee, the book!” Dib orders.

           “Right!” Squee nods as he grabs the notebook and quickly draws a circle on the blank page. Immediately, Ada starts getting sucked into it.

           “No!” she screams, “I will not be contained! I will succeed!”

           Squee struggles to hold the book still from the strength of the suction. Zim, Dib, Gaz, and Pepito quickly grab onto it and help him.

           Ada digs her nails into the floor but she doesn’t slow down. She continues screaming until she disappears into the page. Then they slam the book shut and lock it.

           The silence is almost deafening. Everyone pants from exhilaration as they look at Devi’s unconscious body, stunned and speechless.

           “What just happened?” Tenna finally asks.

           “Devi wrestled control of her body back,” Dib replies in awe, “she went up against a powerful, vengeance-driven spirit and won.”

           Everybody blinks with surprise.

           “Devi’s fucking scary,” Johnny comments.

             Devi’s eyes crack open. She immediately closes them when she feels a splitting pain in the side of her head. She groans and moves to rub it but feels some kind of fabric instead of her hair. She forces her eyes open and looks around.

           She’s lying on Johnny’s couch in his living room. The first thing she sees is Nugget’s big eyes staring at her as she lies on the back of the couch.

           Devi slowly lifts her hand up to her. Nugget sniffs her fingers then mews satisfactorily and trots away.

           Devi groans and sits up, rubbing her head. There’s a bandage wrapped around it.

           “Devi!” Tenna squeals as she glomps her, nuzzling her neck. “You’re okay! I was so worried about you!”

           Devi’s too exhausted to react but she perks up when Johnny walks in. She looks away guiltily.

           “I’m…sorry,” she mutters.

           Johnny blinks with surprise then shrugs. “Don’t worry about it.”

           She looks around curiously. “Where’s Squee?”

           “He went back to your building with his friends,” Nny replies, “said there was one last thing they had to do.”

           Meanwhile, at Devi’s apartment building, Zim, Dib, Gaz, and Pepito follow Squee through Alissa and Ada’s old room. They stop outside Alissa’s bedroom and he goes inside.

           “Alissa?” he says. She’s still there, hovering quietly. She looks at him with surprise then smiles with relief.

           “You’re alive,” she sighs.

           “Yeah, we stopped her,” Squee nods, “but um we couldn’t help her. She was too powerful. All we could do was trap her in this.”

           He holds out his notebook and Alissa looks at curiously.

           “She’s trapped in that?” she questions.

           “Yeah. I’m sorry.”

           Alissa hovers back and smiles softly. “In life I believed my purpose was to control my sister. So I killed us both because I thought that was the only way to stop her. I believe that is why I couldn’t pass on; because she didn’t stop so I still had to control her. But I failed.”

           “You, however, were able to stop her. I’m grateful to you for that,” she says, “I don’t think I’ll be able to pass on though. I can’t go on without her. I love my sisters, despite her many, many flaws.”

           Squee smiles. “You know, Alissa, I think you and I got a lot in common.”

           Alissa smiles back.

           “At least promise me that if someone moves in, you won’t like torment them or anything,” he says.

           “Don’t worry,” she giggles, “I’ll be happy to have roommates.”

           Squee smiles and leaves, closing the door behind him. They exit the apartment, locking the door back up, and walk back to the entrance.

           “So Reggie the Ripper and Ada the Man-hater,” Zim states, “two powerful spirits are now trapped in that book.”

           “That makes it the most dangerous item in our possession,” Dib says.

           “Don’t worry. I’ll keep it safe and hidden,” Squee promises, “at least until we need it again.”

           “Hopefully we won’t,” Gaz says, “I mean how many powerful, vengeance-driven poltergeists can we go up against?”

           A worried silence falls over the group. They chuckle nervously to try and break the tension.

[snappedsky]

Fanatics 56

A serial killer is terrorizing the city and he means trouble for all outspoken young women. Previous!  Next! 

Drey

           “Another body was found this morning, naked and mutilated in an alley on Darkened Street in the South End. She was a woman with black hair and brown eyes, estimated age about 24. Just like others, she was without any form of identification. If anyone may know the identity of this or the other girls, police ask that you please step forward.”

           Nana switches off the radio, catching the attention of all the waitresses in Café Latte. “Alright, girls. Huddle up.”

           The girls gather around their manager. Devi folds her arms impatiently, wanting to go home already.

           “Due to all the recent murders of young women, I don’t want any of you going home by yourselves,” Nana explains, “Payton, Piper, I know you two drive so that’s fine. But everyone else who walk or take the bus, I would rather you leave work with someone. I can drive you home if needed.”      

           “My girlfriend always picks me up anyway,” Jade says.

           “Yeah, I can call my boyfriend,” Samantha says, “he’ll get me.”

           “I’ll call my mom,” Tamika says.

           “Good,” Nana nods approvingly, “Devi, what about you? I know you have to take the bus.”

           “Yeah. Um, I’m not sure,” she muses.

           “I can drive you,” she suggests.

           “But your place is really out of the way from my place,” Devi points out, “I don’t want to inconvenience you like that.”

           “You should call Johnny,” Jade suggests.

           “What?” Devi snorts.

           “Yeah, Johnny will drive you home,” Samantha nods.

           “What makes you think that?” she scoffs.

           “I know you two fight a lot,” she says, “but he can be really nice sometimes.”

           “He’s very polite,” Piper adds.

           “And he tips really well,” Tamika nods.

           “Alright, alright,” Devi snaps as she grabs her cellphone. “I’m calling him. Just stop singing his praises.”

           She dials Johnny’s phone number and sighs with annoyance as she waits for him to answer.

           “Hello?” he grumbles.

           “Johnny, listen I need a favour,” she says, “I need you to pick me up from work.”

           “Huh?” he grunts with obvious annoyance. “Why?”

           “Nana doesn’t want us leaving work alone with all the murders recently,” she replies, “can you do it or not?”            He doesn’t even try to mask his sigh of irritation which really pisses Devi off. “Fine.”

           “Great. I’ll be waiting,” she snaps before hanging up. She glares at her coworkers. “Happy now?”

           They all smile and giggle cheerfully with just a hint of malice.

           After the café closes, everyone changes into their street clothes and leaves one by one. Devi is the third to leave, just before Nana and Payton, when Johnny’s car pulls up by the curb.

           “Hey,” she grunts as she climbs into the passenger seat.

           “Hey,” he grumbles.

          “Thanks for this,” she mutters, “I’m probably gonna need rides home every night for a while. I know it’s kind of a pain.”

           “Eh,” he shrugs, “so why won’t your boss let you leave?”            “Because of all the recent murders of young women,” she replies, “it’s been all over the news for weeks.”

           “Oh, yeah,” he nods with realization then glances at her suspiciously. “It’s not me.”

           “I didn’t say it was.”

           “You were thinking it.”            Devi glares out the window with disgust. “All those girls were found raped. You may be a dick, but I know even you wouldn’t rape someone.”          “They call him…what was it? Drey?” Johnny questions, “how do they know that’s his name?”

           “He writes it in blood at the scene of the murder,” Devi replies.

           Johnny scoffs. “That just proves he’s in it for the publicity. He wants people talking about him.”

           She snorts. “I’m not gonna psychoanalyze this douche. He’ll get caught eventually and it won’t be long before everyone forgets about him.”

           They arrive at Devi’s apartment building. She looks back into the car as she gets out.

           “So you’ll pick me up tomorrow too right?” she asks.

           “Yeah, yeah,” Johnny nods, “I’ll be there.”

           She nods appreciatively before closing the door and walking up to her building. Johnny watches her until she’s inside before driving away.

           The next day Devi takes the bus to work like usual. She really wishes she could afford a car.

           Work starts out slow and quiet. Not many customers come since most of their regulars are at school or working. But sometime around eleven, a young man with thin brown hair that hangs over his face comes in. Samantha greets him cheerfully. He eyes her up and down before grinning and sitting at a small table. The other waitresses watch him from inside the kitchen.

           “Devi, your turn,” Tamika says.

           “Ugh, I don’t wanna help that creep,” Devi growls, “look at the way he’s leering at Samantha.”

           “He’s still a customer,” Nana scolds, “so treat him like one.”

           She scoffs with disgust as she tightens her pigtails. “I hate the service industry.”            She puts on her biggest smile and approaches him. “Morning, sir,” she chirps in her nicest voice as she hands him a menu. “Can I start you off with a drink?”            “Coffee,” he replies with a grainy voice. “Lots of sugar.”

           “Sure,” Devi nods as she writes it on her notepad. “I’ll be back.”

           She can feel the creep eyeing her as she walks away. It makes her skin crawl.

           She returns after a few minutes with a cup of coffee and lots of sugar packets. She rests them on the customer’s table and smiles at him. “Have you decided what you would like to eat?”

           He rubs his chin as he reads the menu. “I was thinking maybe…” He looks at her and grins. “You?”

           Devi feels like she might throw up or punch him in the face. But she resists the urge and maintains her smile. “I’m not on the menu.”

           “You could be,” he purrs, “what are you doing tonight?”

           Her fingers twitch as she fights the urge to wrap them around his throat. “Definitely not you.”            His smile drops record quick. “What? You think you’re better than me?”

           “Of course not,” she replies cheerfully, “I just have standards.”

           He glares at her with blatant anger. She meets his glare, still smiling. He stands up and leaves in a huff. Devi drops her smile and looks at the table with disgust. “He didn’t pay for his coffee.”

           “Ew, that guy was so gross,” Samantha squeals, “I can’t believe you were able to handle your cool so well, Devi.”

           “It wasn’t easy,” Devi grumbles as she walks back to the kitchen. “Sorry, Nana.”

           “No need for apologies,” Nana says, “that guy was a creep.”            The girls laugh agreeably. They soon forgot about the creep and continue their work day. It’s not like that was the first pervert they’ve dealt with. It’s just another normal day.

           At the end of the day, they lock up the café and leave one at a time until only Nana and Devi are left.

           “You have a ride tonight, right?” Nana asks.

           “Yeah, Johnny said he’ll come,” Devi replies.

           “Okay then I’ll see you tomorrow,” she says as she leaves out the backdoor. Devi waves at her and looks around. With all the lights turned off it’s really dark, the streetlamps outside the only illumination she has. She watches the front street through the opening in the wall between the kitchen and dining area, waiting quietly for Johnny. The idiot probably forgot. If he doesn’t show up in a few minutes, she’ll call him and chew him out.

           It’s only a couple minutes later when she hears the back door open. Devi thinks its Nana and turns to meet her.

           “What, did you forget something…” she trails off when she sees it’s not Nana. In the darkness she can’t quite see who it is, but it’s definitely not any of the girls.

           “Who the hell are you?” she snarls.

           “Did you forget me already?” he says in a familiar, grainy voice. “You really are full of yourself.”

           Devi blinks with surprise. “Are you…that creep from this morning? How’d you get in here?”

           “It’s easy to pick locks,” he shrugs, “although I was waiting for you to leave but when you didn’t, I thought I’d meet you in here. Aren’t I a gentleman?”

           Devi growls and starts to grab her cellphone from her pocket. But she stops when he steps into the light and she notices he’s holding a large steak knife. The blade and handle are stained.

           He twists the blade around, smiling. “If you apologize, I might be nice with you.”

           Devi snarls and stays still. She waits until he’s a bit closer before striking. She grabs the hand holding the knife and swings her elbow towards his face. He’s not even surprised. He catches her arm and shoves her back into the wall. She’s winded from the impact and before she can recover, he’s on top of her, squeezing her neck and holding his knife inches from her face.

           “Nice try,” he smirks, “you think you’re the first girl to fight back? You all like to think you stand a chance but you don’t. Because you’re weak.”

           First girl? Devi looks at him with confusion before the realization hits her. “You…are you Drey?”

           “You know me?” he purrs, “good. I love when they know me.”

           “Yeah, I know you,” she spits, “you’re the fucking pervert who’s been killing and raping girls! Did you come in here this morning to find your next victim?”

           “It’s not like I go around looking for girls to kill,” he snaps, “if you all weren’t such arrogant bitches, then I wouldn’t have to kill you!”

           “That’s why you do it?” she scoffs, “because we reject you? You petty, whiny fuck! If you weren’t such a disgusting creep, then you wouldn’t have to rape girls!”

           “Shut up!” he barks and squeezes her neck tighter. “I’m not the problem. Besides, you think I wanna give this up? Everyone is talking about me. People are scared to go outside at night. I’m famous.”

           “You’re…nothing…special,” Devi croaks as she struggles to breathe. “You’re just…a lonely baby wanting some attention. There are thousands of people like you. You’ll be caught or die someday. And then people will…forget all about you.”

           “Never!” he shouts, “people will never forget about me. Even when I do die, I’ll still be remembered. Because I’m gonna break a record. People will fear me for years. I’ll be immortal.”

           “And you’re gonna help me,” he smirks and pulls his knife back. Devi squeezes her eyes and braces herself for pain. Then she hears the back door slam. Drey and Devi look back as Johnny walks in. Devi smiles with relief.

           “Who the hell-?” Drey starts to ask but before he can finish, Johnny is beside him. He grabs the arm holding Devi and bends it backwards, snapping the bone.

            Drey screams in pain as he collapses to his knees, holding his broken arm. Devi falls to the floor too, coughing and gasping as she rubs her neck.

           “How did you…know?” she asks.

           “I heard him yelling,” Johnny replies as he kneels beside her. He gently moves her hand out of the way to get a look at her neck. There’s a dark purple bruise along the front of her neck.

           Johnny snarls furiously and looks at Drey. He’s writhing on the floor, clutching his busted arm. Johnny grabs the knife and approaches him.

           “Johnny, wait,” Devi demands as she grabs his arm and pulls him back. “Let the police handle it.”

           “What?” he snaps, “but-.”

           “You’ve already paid him back for hurting me,” she says, “if he’s arrested, the public will know and they won’t be scared of him anymore. If you take him, nobody will know what happened. He deserves to be forgotten as soon as possible.”

           Johnny looks at her with surprise then glares at Drey. He’s looking at him with fear.

           Johnny scoffs and drops the knife. “Fine. But I’m not sticking around to be questioned.”

           Devi nods and grabs her cellphone. Johnny walks towards the front as she dials. Before she finishes, he stops and rubs the back of his head.

           “I’m…sorry I was late,” he mutters, his back still turned to her.

           She looks at him with surprise then shrugs. “Don’t worry about it. At least you still showed up.”

           Johnny goes up front. Devi watches Drey closely as she calls the cops. He’s whimpering like a whipped dog. She scoffs with disgust.

           A few minutes later, she joins Johnny up front. He looks at her expectantly.

           “The cops are on their way,” she says, “I don’t think they believe me so they’re gonna be surprised.”

           “He’s not gonna try to escape?” Johnny asks.

           “He’s not going anywhere,” Devi replies, “he’s pretty hurt, the big baby.”

           He looks away awkwardly. “How’s your neck?”

           “It’s not bad,” she replies as she rubs her bruise.

           He angrily grips his shirt. “You should let me kill him. He deserves the most painful death for hurting you.”

           Devi blinks with surprise then smiles. “Yeah, well…at least this way we’re, you know, the better citizens.”

           “Overrated,” he scoffs.

           Johnny leaves before the cops arrive. They are incredibly surprised when they see a man with a broken arm crying in the kitchen of Café Latte. Devi insists that he’s the serial killer. Drey doesn’t answer any of their questions but they still arrest him. When they ask her who broke his arm, she lies and says she did. They accept it.

           When it’s all over, one of the officer’s offers to drive Devi home but she refuses. Says she’s okay and would rather be alone. They drive off, leaving her at the restaurant, before she starts to walk down the street.

           She spots Johnny’s car a few blocks away. He’s leaning against it, staring at the sky. He looks over when he sees her coming. She smirks slyly at him. He just rolls his eyes and gets in the driver’s side. She snickers and climbs into the passenger side.

           She rests her head against the window, exhaustion finally hitting her, and closes her eyes. She rubs her tender neck. What a long day. She still can’t believe she was attacked by that douchebag.

           Good thing Nny showed up.

           She cracks her eyes open and looks over at Johnny. He’s got his usual scowl as he drives down the road. She smiles warmly. He catches her staring and she quickly looks away.

           “What?” he scoffs.

           “Nothing,” she snaps and closes her eyes again. She can’t just let this dick think she’s lucky to have him or something.