#serge was right for him but the time is wrong

[fuzzykazeki87]

People who like Auguste actually concern me tbh

Yall cannot justify a pedophile and brain washer just because he's good-looking.

Him abusing Gilbert due to his trauma is absolutely NOT A LOGICAL REASON

(Some of you really should be in jail for that-)

[thebrainofcorpse]

Lasers and Losers | Jake Peralta

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trigger warnings: none

gender neutral reader with no specific description of appearance

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Officers and detectives of the 99th precinct crowded the small room, securing their vests and admiring the guns they were given. Their sergeant, Jeffords, stood before them beside their Captain, Holt. Serious expressions on both of their faces.

"I expect this to be taken extremely seriously." Holt spoke, eyeing his staff with a hard stare. "Treat it like a real case. Real lives on the line."

After a close call during a drug bust that became very violent, very quickly, both the Captain and Sergeant believed that it would be good for everyone to have more training on what to do in the field.

What better way to do that than by playing laser tag and pretending to take down criminals?

"We're serious, Peralta." Jeffords chimed in at the detective who was smiling like a child being given candy. "We don't want any of you getting hurt in the field. I can't imagine my daughters growing up without me."

"Don't worry serg', I'll take this so seriously, you'll be telling me to be unserious." Peralta replied before shifting his eyes towards his left where you stood. "I'm going to kill you."

His whisper didn't go unnoticed by Holt who glared down at the two of you. "Blue team are the police, green team are the criminals. It is the blue team's job to take down all the criminals before they get you first."

Peralta smirked at you, eyeing the green lights on your vest and gun, revealing the team you were on. His own vest and gun lit up blue and you couldn't help but roll your eyes. "Back off, Peralta."

"No can do, got'sta do right by the precinct, by the public, by America." He spoke, looking off into the distance as if he was in a movie.

"Yeah, alright." You huffed, letting out a slight laugh. "Let's see if you can even catch me."

"Green team have ten seconds to run and hide before we let blue team in." Holt spoke up, preventing Peralta from replying with something stupid. "Time starts now."

Following others from the green team, you ran into the dark room and forced your eyes to adjust to the contrast of the darkness and bright neon paints covering the walls.

You raced to find a hiding spot knowing that you wouldn't be there for long. Once the blue team were let in, you'd have to stay on the move as there was truly no place to hide.

Those ten seconds felt like one and the previously silent room was filled with threats from the blue team as they moved around, spreading out across the place. You did your best to keep silent, listening for any footsteps or sounds of breathing.

You held your gun tightly in your grasp as you watched for any reflection of lights from anyone's guns or vests.

You did not want to get caught, especially by Peralta. It would only fuel his ego. It was bad enough that the man thought you were in love with him.

He wasn't wrong. You were in love with him and you had been for a while. Everyone called him delusional, constantly reminding him that you would never like someone like him but that was because they never caught the looks you'd give him. The quick glances that only he seemed to notice.

You wanted to tell him about your feelings but you did not want to boost his ego. You did not want admit defeat.

Just like you did not want to be defeated by him right now.

Eyes widening at the sound of footsteps nearing, you aimed your gun and backed up to a wall so that no one could come at you from behind.

Mentally pleading with the universe for the person about to round the corner not to be Jake, you flinched in surprise as Scully appeared in front of you, his terrified scream filling the room.

"Oh, Y/n, it's only you!" He sighed, loudly. "I'm so glad we're on the same team, ya' know?"

"Scully!" You hissed as quietly as you could, panicking when you heard the blue team start to communicate with each other to find the two of you.

"Just come out L/N!" Peralta shouted and you immediately perked up, attempting to hear where in the room he was. "If you give yourself up, no one will have to get hurt, okay?"

You smirked as you somewhat located his position and carefully started in the opposite direction.

You paused.

What kind of idiot would sabotage themselves like that just to be funny?

You know Peralta isn't as stupid as he makes himself out to be.

Which means he intentionally gave up his position to make you go in the opposite direction where he plans to meet you.

But Jake knows you're smart too.

He knows you'd figure out his plan so he may very well be staying exactly where his voice was coming from in hopes that you'll walk yourself straight towards him.

If you weren't panicking before, you definitely were now.

As attractive as it was, you hated how much of a genius he really was sometimes.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." You spun around coming face to face with the man himself, leaning on the wall with a smirk. "You make this too easy, detective."

The first thought you had was that he looked so attractive when he was proud of himself. You knew it wasn't the time and you hated yourself for not focusing but you couldn't help it.

"Shit." You muttered, holding your arms up in defeat as he pointed his gun directly at your vest.

He smirked. "Wanna know how I did it?"

"You're going to tell me anyway." You muttered, rolling your eyes which only made him more smug.

"You know me so well, detective." He began. "I knew that if you heard me, you'd go in the opposite direction of my voice."

"I know you better than that." You stated, watching him nod.

"But not as well as you think you do." He titled his head slightly and took a step towards you. "You'd think I was playing a trick on you, so obviously you'd rethink everything."

You tightened your lips. "Right."

He took another step. "While you stopped to think of what your next move could be, I was already right behind you. You see, L/N, you may be smart but you could never outsmart a genius."

By now, he was directly in front of you, staring down at you with such intensity and confidence that you could feel your face heating up. You didn't have time to come up with anything smart to say as the man backed you up into a wall and positioned his face in front of yours.

Your noses rubbed together, eyes not daring to look away as your lips connected. It felt like a surge of electricity moved through your body.

You dropped the laser gun, placing a hand on the back of his neck and the other on the side of his face, keeping him in place as if him moving would be the worst possible thing to happen.

His hands sat comfortably on your waist as he moaned into your mouth, kissing you like his life depended on it.

You could not believe it was happening.

Slowly, Jake started pulling back before things could go any further. Detectives were still running around the room and you know Holt would have both of your heads if you were caught making out instead of doing as told.

You opened your eyes and looked into Jake's, attempting to regulate your breathing.

"You're dead, sucker." He smirked, a red light flashing from your vest as he shot you.

Your eyes widened.

"You fucker." You gasped, looking at the gun he had pressed into your side that you knew you must have confused with his hand, too caught up in the kiss to notice.

You looked back up at his proud smile. "Sorry sweetheart, just doin' ma' job."

"This isn't the end, Peralta. I will get you back for this." You threatened, watching him turn and walk away proudly.

"Sure ya' will, loser."

[youcouldmakealife]

David/Jake; all eventualities

Another Kickstarter fill, for the prompt: David showing commitment to Jake

It comes up at dinner with Jake’s sister. The Lourdes are very — candid with one another, David finds. Initially he found it uncomfortable, even sometimes alarming, but now he’s mostly used to it. Still, he didn’t expect Natalie to casually bring up making a will while twirling spaghetti on her fork.

“I know most people put it off,” she says. “But when kids are in the picture you can’t, you know? You have to make sure they’re taken care of. Not just financially, but you have to think of that too.”

“For sure,” Jake says. “You do know I would—“

“No, I know,” Natalie says, waving Jake away with her fork. “Still. I have Allie and Serge as guardians. No offence to you guys, obviously, she’s just, you know, already a mom. What’s one more, right?”

David is pretty sure it’s a little more strenuous than that, but then, he isn’t a parent, so maybe he's wrong. Jake doesn’t look offended, and David’s too busy suddenly considering the possibility of Jake having custody of his nephews, as small as it may be. He hadn’t really thought about it before, not even as a distant possibility.

“But you guys are the back up,” Natalie says.

“Sweet,” Jake says, completely unfazed, while David spends the rest of dinner methodically cutting his spaghetti down into smaller pieces.

“You know it’d never happen, right?” Jake says on the drive home.

“Hm?” David says.

“Me getting guardianship,” Jake says. “Nat’s just being thorough, checking all the boxes.”

“Oh,” David says. “I know.”

“You looked a little worried,” Jake says.

“I wasn’t worried,” David protests.

Obviously, that wasn’t true, but as David thinks about it more that night, Jake asleep beside him, he realises Jake’s right — the chance of both Natalie and Allie being unable to care for the children are infinitesimal, orders of magnitude smaller than the odds of, say, a collision each time David gets in a car. And that risk doesn’t stop him from getting into one almost every day.

But if David did get into a collision — and that would be the most likely cause of his premature death, statistically speaking — he wouldn’t have a will of his own. David likes to think he’s a responsible adult, and his bookkeeper praises his record keeping, but apparently that doesn’t extend to planning for the end of his life. It’s not like he’s never considered making one, given that he’s in a career where a shortened lifespan is unnervingly common, and just because he’s emerged from it more unscathed than others doesn’t necessarily mean he’s escaped long-term consequences, but it’s just — uncomfortable, he supposes.

If Jake died — David doesn’t even like thinking about it, but if he did, and he didn’t have a will, then his money would surely go to his family, and that seems right.

But if David died without a will? It’d probably all just go to his parents. He doesn’t think Jake would fight it, even if he had far more right to it than either of them.

He’d say it didn’t matter, that he had enough money, but it isn’t just money, is it? It’s David’s money, but it’s also property, furniture, keepsakes, from his Gold medal down to his pyjama shirts, plastic cracked and cotton faded. The things that belong to him — but if he isn’t around anymore, they’re Jake’s if he wants them.

*

“I want to write a will,” David says, after he thinks about it a few days, makes a preliminary appointment with an estate lawyer. He doesn’t think it’s a particularly inappropriate moment, sitting on the couch, half watching the news, waiting for the weather forecast, because Jake wants to go for a drive this week, maybe take a picnic basket along, but Jake turns the TV off, looking alarmed, so perhaps he didn’t choose the right one.

Or, well, David supposes he’d be alarmed if Jake suddenly announced that as well. Wonder if something had happened. If he had cancer, or—

“I don’t have cancer,” David says.

Jake looks, if anything, even more alarmed.

“Or anything else,” David says. “At least as far as I’m aware. I just — remember what Natalie said? About making a will?”

“Oh,” Jake says, and blows out a relieved breath so big it makes David startle.

“I haven’t made one myself,” David says. “Which was irresponsible of me.”

“I mean, I haven’t made one either,” Jake says.

“I’m not calling you irresponsible,” David says.

“No, I know,” Jake says. “Maybe I should, though.”

“I thought — if you were —“ David says. “If something happened, your family would get your money, right? And that’s how it should be.”

Jake’s frowning again, and David talks faster so he can hopefully explain himself before Jake misunderstands him again.

“If I didn’t have a will, my money would go to my parents,” David says, and the frown’s gone again, replaced by something closer to — it isn’t pity, David thinks. Hopes, at least. “Your family, they’ve been — supportive of you. Present. My parents — they don’t deserve anything of mine.”

“No,” Jake says. “They don’t.”

“So I think I’d like to make a will,” David says.

Jake reaches out, squeezes David’s hand. “Sounds like a good thing to have, just in case.”

“Yes,” David says. “Exactly. Did you want to — should we check the weather?”

“Okay,” Jake says, and when he turns the TV back on, the forecast sprawls across the screen, all sunshine.

“Good weather for a drive,” David says.

“Perfect weather,” Jake says, and squeezes his hand again.

[wndstrrrry]

trip to paris

the ride to paris felt eternal.

those three hours gave him enough time to contact pascal and tell him to wait for him at the station, to stare into the void for a few minutes and think about what he was doing and why he was doing it (for serge, he was doing this for serge.) and to regret all his life decisions.

he didn't trust gilbert out there, he had known the boy for years, and he knew one thing about him: he wasn't fit to survive in the "wild". he was supposed to stay captive, like an animal in a zoo. but at the same time, what else was he supposed to do? auguste was going to kill him eventually, and if he didn't kill him then he'd do it himself, simple as that. gilbert would grab a rope and tie it around his neck, or he would get the keys to the balcony and jump into the concrete, breaking his skull in a million little pieces, leaving a gory mess of brain matter and blood.

so, running away was the best outcome, even if serge's friend group regretted it, he didn't regret giving them extra money to escape. they had earned it.

however, he couldn't blame serge for such an impulsive decision, nor he could blame gilbert for making things complicated (but he would, because it was easier to blame gilbert for all the evil in the world than the people who ruined that little boy years ago)

once the train stopped, he stood up and made his way out, being met soon enough by biquet, he seemed relieved to see him, although his demeanor and movements indicated that something was deeply wrong. he was holding a few papers in his hands, and serge wasn't with him.

"good to see you! it's a miracle you decided to read that email, hm?" he said, letting out a bitter laugh.

rosemarine didn't laugh, he just nodded in acknowledgment.

"what does serge need from me? take me to him."

pascal's awkward smile disappeared as quickly as it came, and he let out a sigh.

"i'm sure you've heard what happened ..."

"no, i have not. that's why i asked."

"well- it's about gilbert ..."

i knew it.

he couldn't stop himself from sighing. of course gilbert would do something stupid, of course it had to do with gilbert, why wouldn't it? he loved to get in people's nerves, he loved toying with danger. of course it was about gilbert.

"we cannot contact auguste, obviously, but we needed a relative ... and-" pascal finally spoke, leading the way. rosemarine followed behind, taking a quick glance around the station, he hadn't been there in a while.

"so you called me." as if he could care less about what gilbert did, but alas ...

"correct." the brunette bit his lip, refusing to look back to see if rosemarine was following him. "thing is- there was an accident a week or so ago. serge is fine, gilbert is the issue ... you've missed a lot, you know? he's at the hospital right now, so at the very least he's not going to die, the guy is tough! he's survived quite a lot ... i'm surprised he's not dead, honestly. you should've seen him."

rosemarine arched an eyebrow at the mention of an accident. by the way pascal described it, gilbert seemed more of a victim, this wasn't collateral damage (thank god, he didn't want to pay for some expensive fine for crashing a car.) and the situation was controlled ...

"anyhow, we just need a relative to accept or decline some things and be in charge of some others, he's still seventeen after all."

and then he could go home and finish watching that damn show he started a week ago.

[stinkysam]

Serge “Frenchie” - Hands games.

Warning : drug and alcohol consumption, violence (?)

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : “I was listening to the song "I'm so crazy for you" by Rebzyyx and I was thinking about Frenchie in that context or like in the sense of, Match my Freak. So you could you write a fluffy/angsty bit with Frenchie and male reader being the most unhinged, diabolical couple on the team?” - anon

Reader : gender neutral (you/yours)

A/N : i know so nothing about drugs I didn't even know the short name for cocaine smh, so please, if I'm wrong, close your eyes. Ignore it. See nothing, say nothing.

It's not that they hate you, it's just that they're not particularly excited about working with you two.

You make them uncomfortable by being a tad bit too comfortable around them.

Except Kimiko who seems unfazed by it all, as long as you two are happy, she's fine with anything. And Butcher, who's too tired to properly care.

Hughie tries to be open, only to often find himself smiling awkwardly as you and Frenchie are tongue deep in eachother’s throat, hands wandering everywhere, not caring about the people around.

Kimiko approaches him with a smile, tapping his shoulder before showing him her phone.

“👀 Time to get out 🍆💦🍑” Is written on the screen. Hughie stammer a bit.

“Th- They're doing it here ? Ri- Like right now ?” He asks and she nods, pulling him with her out of the room.

The amount of time Hughie or the others almost saw you or Frenchie naked is astronomical.

When you had to hide at the back of some shop with a group of smugglers doing their thing, you'd leave your makeshift bed and stay in boxers, ignoring Hughie's pleas to put some clothes on even during urgent meetings.

“What are these two still doing naked, eh ?” Butcher asked, stopping his explanations, just noticing the two of you rolling a joint, chatting together in boxers as if you had no worries in the world. You two frowned in confusion.

Naked ?

“It's summer.” You replied simply with a shrug.

“J’ai mes chaussettes. I'm not naked.” Frenchie added, raising his right foot up.

“Yeah me too.” You nodded. “I'm all for walking barefoot blah blah blah but the floor here is so unsanitary. So socks stay on.” You sighed, a bit too focused and upset about the unclean floor.

“So… uh, you said you had a plan ?” Hughie said hesitantly, returning the attention back on Butcher.

You couldn't do that in the new hiding spot. Though it wasn't really hidden as it was the Flatiron Building.

M.M explained what the color of every post-it meant, and which trash cans were for what before insisting on behalf of unnamed people -everyone- that all of you must remain fully clothed, at any time.

That didn't stop you from making out on the desks. Or fucking on the couch when it was just the two of you.

M.M thought it was common decency to not fuck on it. But apparently, he was wrong, and told you two to stop it.

That didn't stop you. But as a precaution he never sat on that couch ever again.

You two had a game. The slightly weird kind.

You'd slap him across his face, gently, and he had to slap you back slightly harder. In return, you'd have to do it back harder as well, and so on and so forth.

You two never went too far, never hurting the other, but you had to admit that sometimes, a slap can leave you a bit shocked.

He had started it. It was barely a slap, but you moved your head to the side dramatically before doing the same to him. Slowly it escalated, both growing more competitive and not wanting to be the last one slapped.

You were waiting, slightly grimacing, bracing yourself for the impact. You bit your lips as you watched Frenchie focus, approaching his hand from your cheek a few times before slapping it a bit stronger than anticipated.

You both gasped, surprised, your cheek tingling and burning as well as his hand. He grabs you and pulls you closer, kissing your reddening cheek.

“I'm so sorry, mon cœur.” He laughed.

“Oh putain.” You turned to him, your eyes burning with revenge as you chuckled. “Alors toi…”

“No, no, no, no, I stop here.” He quickly said, taking a step back. He knew you'd always want revenge, one way or another.

“Oh no, you started it, which means it's my turn, then we end it.” You wiggled your fingers, ready to throw your hand at him.

He began to walk backwards, still facing you. You grabbed his shirt to stop him but he kept pulling back, laughing.

“No, no, no, I'm out.”

“You can't.” You said in a sing-song voice.

“A kiss then !” He tried, his hands joined together in a praying manner. You sighed, thinking about it.

“Okay. A kiss. But I'll get my revenge. Sleep with both eyes open.”

Annie was looking at you with a frown, eyes squinted and mouth slightly agape as she tried to understand why you would play such violent games. At least it ended with a kiss ?

You had tried it with Hughie once but he's so afraid to hurt you that he never slaps too hard.

Kimiko gets really competitive though she's really stressed about hurting you or Frenchie. And M.M didn't even let you explain the rules, he was already saying ‘no’.

You never tried with Butcher, for obvious reasons.

That's also when you gained the habit of slapping each other's ass when passing by. It was cute and simple when it was only that.

But one day, one of you -you- slapped the other -him- a bit harder than usual, sparkling a competition to slap each other's ass harder each time. And now, it was a recurring thing.

Everyone was silent and focused at their respective desk, Butcher was God knows where, Hughie was working with Newman and Annie was at the Vought tower

You stood up to throw your can of beer in the trash. You had the misfortune to pass next to Frenchie’s desk.

His hand went behind him to then slap your ass as hard as he could.

“Ah !” You jumped as you both gasped loudly.

“What the fuck !” You turned around, looking at him with wide eyes. “I could've dropped my can !”

“I think I felt your ass bones !” He said, shaking his hand, grimacing. “Ah, sa mère.”

“Et toi, tu m'as explosé le cul !” You hissed,

“Titre.” He said with a smile, still holding his stinging hand. You grimaced at him before walking away, raising your middle finger at him.

M.M tried to ignore you two, focusing on sorting his papers. Still, a disapproving sigh left his lips.

“They're in love 🥰” Kimiko typed on her phone to show him, who looked at you two, flipping each other repeatedly, then back at her before rolling his eyes. Kimiko typed quickly again on her phone.

“Weren't you and Monique like that ?”

M.M scoffed.

“Why-” He started, before lowering his voice. “Why would I ever slap Monique's ass like that ?” Hoping you two wouldn't hear.

Tough luck, you both heard.

“Because she has a nice ass ?” You and Frenchie said in unisson.

“We're civilized adults.” He replied, focusing back on his papers.

“She has a flat ass.” You said quietly with a sad face, pouting, your index sliding on your cheek to imitate a single tear falling.

“You don't wanna go down that path.” M.M said very seriously, warning you.

“I was joking. I'm sure she has a nice ass.”

“[Name].”

You nodded, understanding his last warning before throwing the can in the trash and returning back to your desk, passing by Frenchie's who raised his hand once more. You jumped to the side, hands in front of you in defense.

“No, don't you dare ! That's my turn !” You whispers-yelled.

“You're passing by, that's the rule mon cœur.” He shook his head, and stood up.

“Jeux de mains, jeux de vilains !” You quickly said as you darted away, Frenchie close behind you.

“Bunch of teenagers…” M.M whispered, shaking his head.

That's when Butcher entered the room, you and Frenchie immediately stopped running to turn around and walk back to your desks, trying not to laugh. You profited being behind him to slap his ass with all your strength.

The sound of the slapping was quickly followed by Frenchie's gasp, trying to stay discret, hands on his ass as he cursed at you quietly.

“Putain de…” He turned around pointing at you menacingly. He'll get you back. You sent him a flying kiss.

Butcher closed his eyes, he was already tired of your shit and it hasn't even been 5 seconds.

As much as you love Frenchie, and him you, you two bring out the worst habits of each other.

You both claim one of you is always sober or clean to look after the one who isn't.

Which is totally false.

It's just that one if you will pretend -badly- to not be stoned or drunk.

Both shushing each other loudly and giggling at a team meeting to form a serious last minute plan while you're drunk off your ass and Frenchie so high he sees cartoon characters version of you.

Hughie had to pull you apart to calm you two so Butcher doesn't commit a crime. But even then you're both signing -partially nonsense- to each other before slowly turning it into a mime game. Yeah, they're not going to get anything from you two today.

You really can't listen to orders when you're together, you're like two teenagers, it's horrible. Which can often put you two in danger at times.

You realize it when sober. How close you were from death and how bad your habits are. How irresponsible you can both act.

Multiple times you tried to stop drinking or doing hard and soft drugs.

But you always failed, unable to say ‘no’ to another drink at any minor inconvenience or ‘no’ to Frenchie when he went for a joint or some crack.

Kimiko tries to help, but she can't do anything when you aren't with her and she can't really help unless you really want her to, but you're not at that stage yet.

She fears one of you, if not the two of you will become a slave to these bad habits that are taking a lot of your life already.

She wrote to you two about it and neither of you knew what to answer. You knew she was right, you didn't know how to stop, when to draw the line, and being with the boys sure didn't help.

Traduction - Translation :

J'ai mes chaussettes. - I have my socks.

Oh, putain. - Oh, fuck.

Alors toi… - You…

Ah, sa mère. - Ah, motherfucker.

Et toi, tu m’as explosé le cul ! - And you, you've exploded my ass.

Titre. - Title (a that's what she said joke / title of my sextape)

Jeux de mains, jeux de vilains. - Hands games, nasty games.

Putain de… - Fucking…

[oiladgivememoney99]

Newscapepro SCP UnLondon 2: Hell Underwater

The team was sitting in the auditorium, General Flooper, and a man with short, well kept black hair in a nice suit complete with a bowler hat were standing upon the stage.

“This is Professor Otis, he’s a long time veteran of the European branch of The Foundation,” Flooper explained. “He’s here to assist us with the fixing of the recent breaches,”

“Danke, General,” The man stepped forward, talking quietly into the microphone. “I am… developing a weapon to more easily deal with the Skips without damaging them,”

Nikole whispered to the blonde to her side. “I heard of this thing ‘round the water cooler,”

“Shut up!” Triana whisper yelled at the older woman, who crossed her arms grumpily.

“Thank you, Otis; please give him a warm welcome to the Facility,” Flooper said. “A prototype of this weapon will be present in our return to UnLondon; head to the helicopter now, troops,”

And so there the team was, getting into a helicopter that soon began to fly from the US to England preparing to land at UnLondon again.

“Alright, we know that the Serpent’s Hand is in there; we’ll easily be able to surround them and force them to surrender,” Triana said

“Finally, somethin’ easy,” Nikole smirked.

Cory shifted in his seat a little. “I’m still pretty unsure about going back there… y’know cause that… guy I won’t mention kinda kidnapped me,”

“You were fine, right Cory?” Hooper asked, mostly jokingly with the smallest hint of concern.

Cory shuddered. “You wouldn’t believe the things I saw in there…”

“It was an empty room, and the… guy didn’t even try to stop Bigfoot from saving you,” Nikole rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, well it was still sucky!” Cory crossed his arms.

The helicopter landed in front of the entrance to the Skip shortly after; they quickly entered back into the gloomy city streets they had spent an unfortunate amount of time in.

“Alright, you all know exactly where the Serpent’s Hand base is, place is already surrounded we’re just here to make sure it stays that way,” Lara said over the radio. “Should be an easy mission,”

“Have all instances of SCP-1678 within this area been neutralised?” Triana asked.

“Pretty much, unless you really stray away from the group, *ahem* Nikole and Tri,”

“Wasn’t our fault these three ran in the wrong direction,” Nikole groaned.

“Yeah, Bluejay; we’re the ones that ended up actually finding anything,”

Despite the fact they couldn’t see her, the team could feel Lara rolling her eyes. “You still nearly got yourselves killed, I don’t wanna hear it,” She cleared her throat. “Anyways, just stick together, and uh… Tri,” Her tone got far more serious.

“Yeah Blue… yeah Honey?”

“Stay safe, alright? Losing comms kinda caused me a bit of a panic attack…” Lara chuckled uncomfortably.

Nikole smirked to herself as Triana also chuckled uncomfortably. “I will, don’t worry,”

“Phew… that goes for the rest of you, I know the autism makes it hard to tell, but I do actually like you guys,”

“I thought you only liked Triana,” Scott smirked… then got jabbed in the stomach by Triana.

Lara paused. “Shut up… moment’s over, just go to the place where all the other MTF are,”

Cory pouted. “Awww…”

“There’ll be more moments, Cory,” Hooper patted the man on the back.

“HALT, CRIMINAL!” The entire team all aimed at the alleyway where the now all too familiar sound of the Bobbies’ yelling came from, the two Officers began to rush them before-

BZZZT

A beautiful, yet terrifying blast of light and electricity came from behind the Bobbies; sending both of the Skips falling to the ground completely stunned.

The six stood there, equally stunned as the twitching mummified men on the ground.

“You’re welcome,” The MTF that fired the futuristic gun; closer to small canon than any gun the other MTF had seen. “This thing has been real good at dealing with these coppers,”

“Thanks…” Triana looked at the insignia on the soldier’s chest. “Sergeant, what are your orders?”

“We’re patrollin’, a lot less scary recently,”

Scott was ogling the gun. “Goddamn, how does that thing work?”

“I uh… don’t know, you probably shouldn’t be looking that close at it, sir,”

“Nah, I’m a Weapon’s Expert,” Scott confidently said. “I gotta get my hands on one of these,”

“You can just like… ask the General on your next mission,”

“What happens when it hits a person?”

“Let’s never find out, Scott,” Triana heaved a bit as she pulled the big guy away from the gun. “Let’s get back to the mission,”

“Aww…” Scott looked down for a minute, before going back to following Triana walking towards the Radio Tower in the distance.

“If it helps at all, I also wanna disassemble it,” Nikole patted the guy in the back.

“You prolly wanna try to put it in that flask o’ yours,” Hooper added, Lara chuckled over the radio.

Nikole pouted. “I mean you’re right, but like… that’s just kinda rude,”

---

“Doc, doc, doc!” A Serpent’s Hand member yelled as he ran to the basement of the tower, Evil Uni sat near the bottom.

“Jesus, settle down,” The dog man tried to wave the grunt’s fear away, spinning around on an office chair to face him. “What’s wrong?”

“The Foundation! Th-they have us surrounded!”

Duni sat there for a moment, pondering in thought. “Nothing to worry about, we’ll be out of here in no time,”

“How? They have the-”

Duni hit a button and opened up a secret hatch, leading to a submarine underwater.

“Impressed? We stole this bad boy from The Foundation,” Duni invited the man in. “This will only be a minor setback in our plans,”

---

“This feels… too easy,” Cory shuddered, counting the streetlamps in his head as his team got to the outside of the tower.

“That’s a good thing, Cory,” Triana turned to face the Private.

“These Serpent’s Hand guys are super crafty, we aren’t just gonna be able to get them out of there,” Cory said. “We gotta go in there,”

“We don’t have the authorisation; we need to wait until reinforcements arrive,” Triana ordered.

Hooper butted in. “Yeah, Cory; we shouldn’t go in ‘till we got more people to back us up,”

“Oh, screw that,” Cory ran towards the front door. “I’m not gonna let these guys kill any more people,” He bolted into the building as fast as he could.

“CORY!” Triana reached out to him.

“Holy shit, the kid did it… whatever that was,” Nikole looked at the door with a mix of pride and shock.

“So are we goin’ in after him?” Scott asked.

“No,” Lara sighed. “We’d need to wait for reinforcements to do anything,”

“Goddammit,” Hooper sighed. “I’ll go after him,”

“Wha?”

“Don’t worry about it LT, I just gotta do this; we’ll be safe,”

“Hooper, I am ordering you to-”

“And I’m refusin’, see ya soon Lieutenant,” Hooper ran into the building.

---

Cory instantly noticed the lack of Serpent’s Hand members, not even a single grunt was in there-

“Cory!”

“Agh!” Cory jumped backwards as he heard the familiar Southern accent of his friend. “Hoop? I thought you were staying behind,”

“You’re gonna need backup, Cory,” Hooper explained as he helped Cory get up from the floor. “No one’s in here,”

Cory looked lost in thought for a moment… “The basement! What if they have like… a submarine in there!”

“Cory, that sounds like a trauma response… and like a real bad idea,”

Cory lead Hooper by his wrist to the basement. “You just gotta trust me, Hoop!”

Cory and Hooper looked into the basement, seeing the secret hatch which lead to the secret room with the-

“Submarine!” Cory whispered to the Corporal.

“How are we gonna get on?”

Cory’s eyes looked over a large crate, he then looked Hooper in the eyes.

“Cory-”

“It’s our only choice, Hoop,” Cory smiled.

They shoved themselves into the crate soon after, probably the absolute worst fit considering that they were two grown men; they soon heard two people walk towards them and pick up the crate.

“God, this thing is way heavier than I thought,”

“What do they got in here, bricks?”

“Anomalies?”

“Anomalous bricks?”

The men’s conversation finished as they dumped the box on the cold metal floor; the two waited until all the sounds of chatter, and walking were far away enough; they quickly opened up the box and stood up in the cramped metal storage room of the submarine; shiny yet dark and with dozens boxes stacked utop each other.

“I’ll be damned, Cory, that actually worked,” Hooper whispered.

Cory scoffed. “Of course it did, now we gotta… uh…”

“Did you seriously not think this far ahead?”

Cory looked down. “Maybe… I uh… didn’t think we’d get this far,”

“Goddam-”

“Halt Jailers, put your hands up!” The shout from the two Serpent’s Hand grunts caused the two men to comply.

“Aw crap,”

The black dog man sauntered in looking as smug as ever he eyed up Cory with a smirk on his face. “There you are, finally deciding to defect to the good side, huh?”

“Never!”

The dog sighed. “Pity, thought you and… whoever this is finally grew a conscious-”

RUMBLE

“I- what the hell is going on over there?” Duni shouted over in the general direction of the cockpit, his voice sounding more shaken than before considering the sheer force of the rumbling. Cory nearly vomited from the motion sickness.

“Something is swimming around us, Doc! Like a big ass snake,”

“Y-You don’t mean… oh fuck… oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck,” The Dog began to pace around the room, the two grunts to his side looked at him in concern as did Cory and Hooper.

“What’s goin’ on?” Hooper shouted.

“What’s going on is that we’re gonna die here; that was the Leviathan,” Duni’s voice shrank to a size even smaller than before as the man continued to pace.

Hooper quirked an eyebrow. “SCP-169?”

“I suppose that’s what you jailers call it,”

“I thought the Serpent’s Hand wanted to harness the power of all anomalies, why don’t you-”

“Fucking what?” The dog, through the haze of fear still managed to sound genuinely offended. “How much bullshit have you been fed?”

RUMBLE

The rumbling of the ship made nearly everyone fall over alongside some boxes that Cory and Hooper quickly rolled out of the way of.

“It don’t matter right now if we all end up at the bottom of the Ocean, we gotta-”

RUMBLE

This was the last rumble, the last thing Cory remembered before everything went black.

[blametheeditor]

Day 31 | Eepy

Gt July Prompt List

David may or may not have inadvertently adopted a leviathan. What could possibly go wrong?

Spoilers: For the game Subnautica

Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of death and violence

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David realized he earned a shadow.

There’s been a few ever since he got stranded on an uncharted ocean planet. Most of them were predators debating if he was vulnerable and worth the effort. This one, however, is actively staying out of sight, hasn’t once tried to approach to test his reaction time.

No, the only reason he noticed this particular shadow is because his tools got displaced much too often to blame it on absentmindedness. Things also started to appear, like creepvine seeds and titanium, random items waiting patiently next to a waterproof locker he set up to collect supplies.

Now, a few things. Before the Aurora crashed and he got into this situation, David dealt with his fair share of shadows, multiple of which attempted to be ‘helpful’. Especially due to his position as director of building the phasegate, people would always assume that he’d appreciate it if they got him things he needed or clean up his workstation for him.

They always got him the wrong things, though. Always put away something that he was about to reach for. If he wanted an assistant, he would’ve gotten one, but he hasn’t been able to find a single person who knows how to do the job right. Which makes shadows much like this one something that only triggers annoyance.

Pair that with the fact everything on this planet has been trying to kill him, and it just wracks it up to a new level he didn’t know was possible.

David sends a glare at the quartz sitting on a rock he had deployed the locker near. Takes note at the fact the mineral had replaced his scanner. Turning in a circle, he looks around for a literal shadow, any movement that can hint at what exactly could be following him while messing with his things.

He doesn’t find anything except for metal glinting in the sunlight, realizing his scanner had just been tossed to the side. Confident whatever had decided to mess with his valuable items, he swims over to it. Dutifully checks it over to find no marks on it. Not a single scratch or dent.

There’s nothing. No indication a stalker had snapped it up between teeth. It’s hard to believe something like a peeper had quickly swam by and knocked it into the open water. So what exactly has been grabbing his tools? And why is it leaving him seemingly random items?

Any other time, he’d want an answer strictly based on principle. Considering the potential danger he could be in with an unknown creature managing to get so close without him knowing, he needs to figure out what it is to ensure he doesn’t end up dead.

Clipping the scanner to his belt, David leaves the quartz and carefully pulls the locker behind him toward the lifepod. It’s a methodic transferring materials into his pack and carrying them into the pod to store them or fabricate into items. One of which he finally was able to craft a breather.

How is he supposed to plan-?

David freezes at the sight before him, hand still on the last rung. In front of him, only a few feet away and delicately balancing a quartz on the floating locker, is a kid. At least, what seems to be a kid. From the chest up, they look like a teenager, with red hair that sways in the current.

It’s not human, though. Not with the long blue tail with a streak of red. Not with the gills on its neck. Not with the low, grumbling sounds it softly emits.

He hasn’t seen anything like this. Both the creature, and the complete disregard for such valuable items needed for his survival.

“Hey!”

The shout erupted before he could stop the anger from serging, the response much too quick and habitual for him to have even a second to think twice before it was already done.

Good news, he’s not automatically attacked, the creature more startled than anything. Bad news, it almost immediately focuses on him after catching the rock it was attempting to balance when it almost dropped it from the initial scare

David tenses, expecting it to lunge the moment it realizes just how vulnerable he is with his only weapon currently tucked away. It hesitates, seems like it’s preparing to make a move, then looks down at the quartz in hand. Suddenly, it holds out the quartz as it makes the most horrific and inhuman noises in existence. Then it goes still as it watches him with pitch black eyes that stare into his soul.

…what the hell?

He stares for a moment. Waits for it to lose patience and stop pretending it’s ‘friendly’. But the longer they watch each other, it becomes clear it won’t move until he does.

The only issue is he isn’t going anywhere near that thing. He’s gathered that this is the reason why tools have been swapped out for inferior items, but he is yet to have a reason for such a transaction. What’s the motive? Is it just messing with him?

The only things he knows is it doesn’t respect him, and it can attack the moment he looks away.

The creature gives a pitiful look. Extends the quartz out with horrific mumbles.

“What?” David demands, unable to hell himself.

“At?” the creature chokes out.

Is it making fun of him? “What do you want?”

It blinks like there’s not a single intelligent thought. Then, it carefully balances the rock on top of the locker like it was trying to do before, this time succeeding.

With that it slowly backs away. Sends the biggest puppy eyes David has ever seen with a gesture toward the quartz.

“Is this some kind of peace offering?” he demands. “Or a declaration of war?”

It’s not human, but there’s no denying the very hopeful gleam in its soulless eyes. After waiting another moment, David carefully swims to the locker, a hand hovering near his knife to quickly grab if needed. Nothing happens, and he’s able to grab the rock without issue.

The creature beams at him as its voice sends a chill down his spine. At least he isn’t dead.

David eyes the quartz in his hand warily, unsure what he just agreed to. What he just invited. He’s hoping this just means the creature won’t attack him anytime soon. He knows this will be something he deeply regrets.

Speaking of regrets, the creature whips around and darts away, the tail powerful enough to send the locker rocking in its wake. And considering the fact it will most definitely be coming back, David has no choice but to wait, or else turn his back to an unknown and unsettling new discovery.

Sure enough, it comes back, this time holding another quartz.

That’s when David realizes he fucked up. “No, I don’t want you here. Go home, shoo, leave me alone.”

“Alone!” it mocks. And then it yawns just to rub it in.

David makes a dramatic motion with his arms, physically crossing out the impression its not only allowed to stay, but help him. “Go away. You’re not welcome here. Go somewhere else, anywhere else. You’re not allowed to even sleep here, understood?”

“Eepy,” it mumbles, and he has a feeling it’s intentionally saying the words wrong. Something finally seems to click though, prompting the creature to set the new rock down and swim off.

It doesn’t go far. It finds a coral tube not one full meter away. Curls up in the large opening in a way where it faces him. Stares up with wide eyes that begin to get longer and longer blinks with every one.

Isn’t that just wonderful? Isn’t of stopping something dangerous from ripping his throat out, he inadvertently earned its complete and utter trust.

Briefly, David finds his hand resting on the handle of his knife. Only for a moment as he contemplates if it’s better to let it assume it’s welcome here, or if he should chase it out.

Those beady eyes closing without a single flutter and the slow rise and fall of its chest has him deciding to deal with it tomorrow. For now, he needs to finish putting everything he has in the lifepod and going out to collect samples.

Hopefully the creature will leave when it wakes up, and he will never see it ever again. Purposefully stays ignorant to the fact nothing is ever that easy.

[afniel]

Nevi Infodumps Upon Request: MMX2

Because god damn let's just make this its own thing and stop doing it on some other poor bastard's post, what did they to do deserve me happening to them.

Also I have to make a correction! There is no Z-Saber in X1, I just remembered that goofy. Zero doesn't give you shit if you upgraded your arm parts, he just dies. It doesn't even exist until X2. I have no idea why I thought that considering I played it recently enough but despite appearances I'm not known for my great recall of chronological order shit.

THIS IS GONNA BE A LONG POST AND I HAVE REMEMBERED THAT "MANNERS" EXIST SINCE YESTERDAY SO. I am using a cut. And lowering my voice. This too is "manners."

@longshotlink I have done the thing! It does not stop from happening.

OKAY SO TO RECAP.

Mega Man X1: *slaps X* this bad boy can hold so much survivor's guilt and self-loathing.

There, that's it, that's the recap you get.

My second favorite game in the series is X2 and you're about to find out that I like them in the order they came out in, so this is going to look chronological. It is not! Not really. This is a coincidence.

Six months after X got PTSD real bad from everyone he knows dying/being killed by him (except technically Dr. Cain I GUESS, I forgot he existed for a moment there) he's still tracking down Sigma's followers and presumably shooting the hell out them. He goes to an abandoned reploid factory with the Maverick Hunters, where Green Biker Dude dies after a glorious ten seconds of doing nothing but popping a sick wheelie on a Ride Chaser and getting shot to fuck.

Rip to a real one, I guess. Pour one out for Green Biker Dude while we're here.

(Because we source our art here, this is by Springqueen on DeviantART.)

X tears through the factory and kills a huge-ass mechaniloid—wait, you say, the hell is a mechaniloid, we got reploids but that hasn't come up yet? Well, see, there's normal robots, and there's people robots, and mechaniloids are the normal robots who aren't really self-aware, and you literally cannot predict who the fuck is which:

This is a sentient being, with a rich inner life and emotions equivalent to a human's! (Only the C-15 model from X1, though, after that they're mechaniloids.)

This man is just a really fancy computer who can't actually feel anything!

I am not even joking. This is canon. Figure it out! I sure can't. It is a mystery. Nothing makes sense and everything is confusing and quite possibly bad.

There are three dudes ominously watching X and talking about some kind of nonsense bullshit crap, and these guys are Agile, who is tall, smirky, and pointy; Serges, who is short, Dr. Wily, and pointy; and Violen, who is huge, dumb as a sack of hammers, and pointy.

No really, they're all kinda pointy. For some reason they specifically have pointy feet. And they're talking about 'the control chip' and being all m~y~s~t~e~r~i~o~u~s but let's just get it out of the way. These mofos are reassembling Zero for nefarious reasons. Why? Well, you see, when you're Keiji Inafune and you just made a game, even though you teased a sequel in the post-credits, you totally did not think this through (because you have never thought anything all the way through in your life and you are not beginning now!) and now you're stuck, because you WANTED to make Zero the main character, got talked out of it, and then somehow ended up killing your intended main character. And everyone else. The only surviving named characters are X and Dr. Cain, and like...now what, right? Shit. Fuck. You fucked it up. You were supposed to leave some guys for the sequel. Well uhhhh they're all robots, just...reassemble someone real fast. Like Zero. You wanted him to be the cool one anyway, let's try that again but not wrong this time!

But never mind that! It's all fixable. Everything is fixable. Even Zero! Well, no, X isn't fixable, he's a goddamn mess, but details, man.

This gets a LITTLE fucky to summarize because there's some branching paths, so I'm gonna flip back to the actual game side for a second. X2 actually fucking slaps as a game. It's got an extra math coprocessor in the cartridge! Did you know that? The Cx4 chip showed up again in MMX3, and was the reason X2 suddenly had WAY more onscreen sprites, transparency effects, and even 3D wireframe enemies. This shit was amazing on the SNES.

Also, X2 is another case of "oh no, these Mavericks are ex-Hunters again," so like. ACAB. Not all of the Mavericks are, but still more than none, which you'd hope would be the number. They have not learned shit about shit for vetting members. The call is coming from inside the house, guys! Maybe Hunter HQ should think about the implications of the fact that—*I am shot in the head by Keiji Inafune, who has never once thought something all the way through in his life and is not beginning now, killing me instantly*

In X1 there were basically three kinds of defector:

I'm So Bored Please God Kill Me Now

I Just Love Hitting Things

and

Whatever You Say Chief!

Well, and Storm Eagle's unfortunate little thing of

I Got My Ass Beat To Hell And Back Until I Said Fine I'll Kill The Humans With You Just To Make It Stop And All I Got Was This Terminate On Sight Designation T-Shirt

X2 is a little more varied than that. You now have the new exciting backstory flavors of

I Love Money More Than My Life And This Guy Promised Me A Raise, Sooooo... (Bubble Crab)

The Bad Guys Are Somehow Less Ableist Than The Good Guys (Overdrive Ostrich, who USED TO be able to fly, lost the ability in an accident, and retired because the Hunters were kind of treating him like damaged goods and he was over it. Editor's note I do not blame this dude at all, what the fuck!)

BLOCK OUT THE SUN (Flame Stag)

I Love Trash (Morph Moth, who was not a Hunter)

Idk I Was Already Doing Crimes, Might As Well (Crystal Snail, also not a Hunter)

Sigma Is My Literal Dad (Wire Sponge, made in one of Sigma's reploid factories. He came out wrong even for a Maverick. Good job, Sigma. Great quality control.)

There's Still No Virus In The Continuity But I Sure Caught It Somehow Anyway?? Help Me (Magna Centipede, who used to be in Zero's unit, but got 'brainwashed' somehow.)

(This happens a lot. This will keep happening. Zero collects subordinates who are just WAITING for an excuse. Also this will make a whole lot more sense once they retcon in the Maverick Virus and then MORE sense once they retcon in that it is coming from Zero specifically but we aren't there yet so right now it's just weird and kind of unfortunate!)

And you still have at least one I Just Love Hitting Things (Wheel Gator).

Also why are so many of these guys invertebrates? This is like the invertebrate game. X1 has two, but X2 has five of these things. (X3 has three, X4 has two again, X5 has three again, X6 has three, X7 only has one, and you will not see another game with five again until X8, the last one. I don't know why I went to count that.)

After X whacks a few of the Maverick stage bosses, there's a little cutscene at Dr. Cain's lab. The three shadowy weirdos from the intro call Dr. Cain to say like, "Hey, X, we named ourselves the X-Hunters for reasons you'll never be able to guess, and also we have Zero's parts. Meet us at the wherever the hell on the map we visibly teleport to after this in fifteen minutes for an ass-kicking." They hang up, Dr. Cain is like, "Well, it's fine, we still have Zero's control chip here and they can't really resurrect him without it, plus this is obviously bait, so maybe don't do anything too hast—"

X declares he's got to get Zero's parts back at any cost and runs the fuck off, because he's fine, okay. He doesn't wanna talk about it.

This scene is way more interesting in Japanese, where Serges and only Serges slips a bit and calls him Rockman X, which is sus, because nobody really mentions Rockman in the games, except for some reason Dr. Cain in English who calls him Mega Man X. Dr. Cain has actually read Dr. Light's notes so he's got at least a historical reason to be doing this, but Serges wouldn't know that shit, right? It is definitely unrelated that the Japanese materials describe Serges as having comparable intellect to a certain unnamed mad scientist. It is also certainly coincidence that despite Zero being an absolutely undocumented black box of a Wily creation, Serges somehow knows how to upgrade him too.

Let's assume for the plot that X does go through and collect all of Zero's parts, which is his head, torso, and legs. Now correct me if I'm wrong but his head did not actually fall off in X1...but meh, details, right? Once you have all three, Dr. Cain says he needs a little more time to get Zero's control chip installed, so go deal with the other Mavericks until then. Then, once you do that, he tells you it's going to take even MORE time, but hey, the X-Hunters are hanging out at the North Pole, like some kind of shitty dollar store Santa Clauses who come down your chimney and murder you. So X fucks off to the North Pole to do some violence, and shoots the hell out all three of the X-Hunters, like you do. In Japanese, Serges is kind of pissed that "Light's memento robot" defeated him, which again...yeah, that seems normal, nothing to see here!

Once X murderhobos his way through the rematch fights, he gets a random zoom call from Sigma, who invites him to come to the central computer in fifteen minutes for an ass-kicking, and once there he gets a nasty surprise: his buddy Zero is there, chilling, and Sigma is like, "Lol he's so mad that you let him die. Look at how upset he's getting. Look at his fists. They're balled. He wants to beat you up so bad." Except, assuming you collected all of Zero's parts, this is a shitty dollar store Zero with a palette swap, and the real Zero is offended as shit and shows up and kills the fuck out of his copy, saving you a fight. Sigma is like, "WHY are you not on my side though man you should be. You should totally be on my side and fighting him instead, it's your destiny." Zero's like, "Maybe so, but I still don’t like you!" <- Unlike almost everything else I keep putting in quotation marks, that's a real quote. I'm not making that one up. It's even better in Japanese because it's SO DISMISSIVE the way he says it. It's literally, "It's because I don't like you," but you'd almost have to localize it to something like "It's because I don't like your face," to convey the don't-give-a-singular-fuck disdain. He's just like, fuck your stupid destiny thing, do I look like the kind of person who cares.

I feel like this game is just kind of less interesting at the end than X1. Sigma did actually run off to Magna Centipede's level for his final stage for some reason, which is unusual. A lot of the implied angst in the first game exists, and X basically ignoring Dr. Cain's attempt at warning him to be careful because OH MY GOD WHAT IF HE CAN FIX THIS ONE THING AND MAYBE AT LEAST ONE PERSON HE CARES ABOUT WILL BE OKAY is pretty good. And once you blow up Sigma, he does have a little foreshadowing about Zero being "the last of the doctor's creations," or MUCH more specifically in Japanese, being "the last of the Wi...num...ers..." aka the Wily Numbers, aka Dr. Wily's robots, which is like...where'd you hear that, hm? Were you talking to that shady Serges guy again who was also basically your lieutenant? Couldn't be he's someone from the past who would know all this shit.

But I'm not gonna touch the epilogue just yet because let's say X decided that actually he should focus on the mission at hand and ignore these guys clearly trying to goad him into doing something stupid. Good call, X! You have finally learned a little self-preservation. Except, this goes badly actaully, because the X-Hunters will break into Dr. Cain's lab, not butcher him for some reason even though that would have been the logical thing to do if they really wanted to fuck with X and hamper his efforts, and steal all of Zero's parts, including his control chip.

I have a little headcanon about the reason they didn't bother, but I'll save that for a second or three later. For now...

X fucks off to the North Pole as before, deals with the X-Hunters (who are now shitty dollar store Santa Clauses who come down your chimney and STEAL YOUR DEAD FRIEND'S LEGS??), meets Sigma at the central computer, and Zero is there, only that's the real Zero, and X has to fight him. Maybe for the first time, but not for the last time, because reasons! X wins, which apparently slaps some sense into Zero, who for some reason apologizes for causing so much trouble (probably having been resurrected, reprogrammed, and then kicked in the head by your bestie until you're unreprogrammed makes you stupid) and says he's going to go destroy the main computer.

Wait, what main computer, like do you mean this entire stage? When did we ever establish about there being a main computer that needed to be destroooooh fine whatever go destroy the main computer and X can just fall down this hole where Sigma is. X is like, "Take care of yourself, Zero. I don't have time to put you back together again," and once again that's a real quote and I'm not just being flippant. Was that an attempt at humor? In Japanese it's just, "Do you intend to die?" which is like. God damn, X. I know this is the point in the game in which Zero exploded himself last time, but he JUST got here, he's not going to Death Hug the computer too. But ya boy is evidently having a flashback.

From there things proceed as normal, X defeats Sigma, and this time,

Two of them.

Joined by his friend Zero, Mega Man X gazes out over the sea. Sigma has once again been destroyed, but X wonders if the fighting will truly end. Was Dr. Light’s dream of a world in which Reploids and humans lived together in peace merely a dream? The price of peace is often high, X thinks to himself. Who or what must be sacrificed for it to become a reality? And when the time comes, will he be able to do it? The future holds the answers or…

It's a lot less of a downer than X1 was. The music is tense and kinda gloomy, but it's not the endless despair party that X1's ending theme was. X is like, okay, maybe this will work out. Sigma's defeated again, this sucks and all, but he's clearly the bad guy in this situation so there's less of an internal conflict about Was This The Right Thing To Do. Obviously so! It's less, was this right, and more, can I do this? And Zero's back, so maybe even some of the mistakes are fixable. It's not going to be easy, sure, but it at least feels possible.

Or maybe it's hopeless after all. Will the fighting truly end?

Haha, no. But don't tell him that right now, I don't think he could handle it. Can you imagine. Let the poor dude rest for five minutes. Just let him have this one little victory. God damn.

Anyway, let's leave those guys on their cliff and go over here instead for

HEADCANON TIME oh boy let's do it!!

So, it is not at all a stretch to say that Serges is probably some kind of AI incarnation of Dr. Wily. The game is not explicit about this, no, but it's heavily implied in the Japanese version, and Keiji Inafune, who has never thought anything all the way through in his entire life and is not starting now, is on record as having left it intentionally vague so that you can draw your own conclusions. Weird thing to tease, if there weren't a little truth to it.

This takes some of the later games' plot existing to make sense, but I don't think the X-Hunters really exist to be subservient to Sigma and just carry out his funny little genocidal reploid rampage. It's established that Zero was created by Dr. Wily, and if there's one thing that you can count on with Dr. Wily, it's that he is the kind of guy who will create a whole guy whose personality is summed up by, "I exist to kill this other guy and then after that I have no idea." He definitely did this with Bass. He definitely did this with Zero. In fact he went so overboard with Zero's Kill A Guy programming that Zero wanted to kill EVERY guy upon activation, which Sigma had to beat out of him (X4), making him weirdly normal.

(In fact the original recipe Maverick Virus was just a day-one patch for Zero's omnicidal bullshit tendencies to make him fucking stop it, dude, you have things to be doing that aren't creating new Pollock works all over the buried lab every time like a rat or something wanders in. But then because Wily is kind of a shit programmer but a really good scavenger of other people's shit, the day-one patch went, fine, you suck, I'm doing a world tour and getting stronger and coming back and FIXING YOU. Maverick Virus out.)

Now if you were some kind of AI version of Dr. Wily watching this—your favorite and final murder machine that you made specifically to kill Dr. Light's little baby-boo-bop hugs and love machine—and he is NOT doing that, he is in fact BECOMING BESTIES FOR LIFE with his enemy, this is not cool! This is just more proof that you are a bad programmer. Or, your original meatsuit self was a bad programmer, and now YOU are a program made of and by a bad programmer, which is arguably WORSE. It's enough to give a guy a FUCKING COMPLEX. Which is also a common thing to happen to any given Wily creation.

So your goal, here, because you think you're Dr. Wily or close enough to count, is to manipulate the situation into getting Zero to remember that he's supposed to be biting X to death with his teeth, not whatever the fuck pattycake he's playing with him right now, what the FUCK. WHAT the FUCK. Ahem.

If you have the X-Hunters kill Dr. Cain, well, that's not going to incentivize this happening at all. X is going to be so mad he kills you, and that's not optimal for shit. So fuck that guy. We ignore him. Unused variable. Just get Zero's parts and scram, because the important thing is rebuilding Zero, not fingerpainting with the innards of some human. (Even if Violen would probably be into that, but he's an idiot whose text box dialogue even appears more slowly than anyone else's, you can't listen to him if you want to get ahead in life.)

Sigma is really secondary to this too. He's very conveniently placed, and kind of easy to manipulate: just tell him that you know all about Zero (which is true) and that he's supposed to be on Sigma's side (which is close enough to true that he won't question it) and you can make this happen (you think you can. IT SHOULD WORK. Dammit. How bad of a programmer was your mental predecessor, anyway?). So Sigma kindly sets up everything for you, and you do your thing.

And they fight! Finally. It is glorious. Of course you are dead by the time this happens, probably, but maybe you aren't, because you have probably vacated your trashed-ass body into some other convenient system. (You will definitely not show up in X6 as some guy named Isoc, who upon finishing his work, goes absolutely inert like his whole-ass self just left his body, which you have definitely not just done and will not do again.)

EXCEPT GOD DAMMIT ZERO X HIT YOU IN THE HEAD HARD ENOUGH YOU CALMED DOWN AGAIN. GOD. DAMMIT. WHY THIS. FUCK. Okay, yeah, you're leaving. See y'all in X6, this sucks.

Anyway the real takeaway here is that Dr. Wily was just such a big fan of percussive maintenance that Zero occasionally needs to get beaten in the head with a wrench for a bit and then he's great for a while. If he starts twitching, that just means it's Wrench Time.

Anyway, that's X2, my second most favorite one.

Wire Sponge is a luffa, by the way. Loofah. However it's spelled.

This thing. That's what he is.

And I will not stop calling centipedes 'hyakuleggers' now because Magne Hyakulegger is way funner than Magna Centipede as a name.

[shummashum]

Klaus Goldstein Ch6 [8~14]

are you fucking kidding me I apologize, students sorry……..

oh gosh the possibility of Serge appearing is increasing ah, have Klaus and Serge already met? so he was that distraught? well it's not a bad guess

does Al know Taffy too? it's not easy to not know about that bipedalism plush though by the way, is Al aware of that incident 6 years ago related to Klaus-Randy-Serge one student being petrified is an incident that could have a significant impact anyway…?

Anyway, his soft voice and the sound of his approaching footsteps were painfully loud for Liz in this state.

oh I know this

On that day, mankind received a grim reminder.

But contrary to her fears, he gently scooped her up in his arms, informing her the potion had temporarily turned her into a cat.

I told you, this guy is also kinda weird I recognized his bizarre taste from the time he said that Illusion Station was cool while everyone else said it was gloomy and dismal

So she leaped down from his arms for a big cat adventure. Just because her body became a cat, did her mental age also become a cat?

snap out of it man you wanna eat feedstuff for the rest of your life?

As she was walking through the courtyard…

Klaus and Cae spotted

oh? what's this conversation has there been any progress in the investigation? but why are you guys the only ones who know let me know too

Just then, Cae stopped his departure.

heh… so he also noticed those two nocturnal idiots won't notice nor care at all though

And well she happened to sit on his lap.

maybe this is her chance to hear his inner thoughts this time, she'll be able to eavesdrop without being discovered well it feels like you're digging into the person's inner thoughts without their consent though~…

ahem mah! everyone has their own burden! besides I think he started life in rather easy mode? his family is somewhat high-class, his economic situation is decent, his appearance is good, and his skills are excellent …is he bragging or something

At that time, Al's voice was heard calling Liz's name from afar.

erm well I don't think Al's backstory will be dealt with in any depth right now… they'll just create a temporary unstable atmosphere and then move on as if nothing happened I guess?

Anyway, when Al was trying to pick up her from Klaus…

wellll… has the effect disappeared? but then, was there really a need for an antidote

hehe… thigh… zettai ryouiki… hehe…

by the way, it's the bridal carry pose again just like in Ch3… but now that I think about it, that pose is kinda awkward? now her abdomen is in the upper but if she was sitting on his lap while being a cat, she would've been sitting like Maxwell cat

like this

uh… or not perhaps it would've looked weird if she had turned into a human in that exact posture

okay I got it it looks definitely weird

so there was no need to take an antidote but well she turned back into a human before she could do anything worthy as a cat. it feels kinda deflated~… we couldn't hear his inner thoughts (this might just be because I bought a normal item though), and becoming a cat didn't make much progress in the story or was this chapter created as a rest session for the next chapter

Anyway, when Klaus asked for an explanation of the situation, Liz started explaining why she turned into a cat and why she ended up sitting on his lap.

this is not entirely her fault, this fuss wouldn't have existed if that plush hadn't suddenly popped out the mighty emperor is giving a lecture again

Al… that guy keeps nagging

what what? what's this sudden outburst no way turn on the blinker ;; what are you doing

huh,,,,,,, what's wrong with that guy his apology doesn't sound like an apology at all, there's not a single sincerity in it

Al… you should let it slide you said you've known him for a long time, you already know his personality is quite… one that you don't want to get close to, yeah? you should let it slide…… I'm sorry I can only tell you this, but… there's nothing else I can do

-Ch6 End-

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he's not here ! ! ! this goes against our deal Solmare

nah don't give up yet perhaps in Ch7!

[vomitdodger]

[NEW YORK] JUNE 20TH The O’Keefe Media Group has published a new story focusing on perhaps James O’Keefe’s most powerful investigative subject to date, BlackRock Inc.

In the footage, a BlackRock Recruiter named Serge Varlay describes how BlackRock is able to ”run the world” in about 7 minutes of riveting undercover footage. The footage was captured over the course of several meetings in New York by one of OMG News’ rockstar undercover journalists.

BlackRock Inc is the world’s largest asset management company that’s gained more notoriety as of late due to its large acquisitions. Varlay says it’s easier for BlackRock to do things when “people aren’t thinking about it” and the asset giant “doesn’t want to be anywhere on the radar. This story is a peek into why.

Serge Varlay told our journalist that BlackRock manages $20 trillion dollars worldwide. According to him, “it’s incomprehensible numbers.” BlackRock has over $9.5 trillion of assets under management, that’s larger than the GDP of all countries on the globe except the US and China.

“The senators…are f***ing cheap – you got 10 grand, you can buy a senator,” Varlay remarked in what is arguably the most unabashed description of corruption and bribery from their own company we’ve ever heard. The extended soundbite from Varlay is below:

You can take this big f*** ton of money and buy people, I work for a company called BlackRock…It’s not who is the president it’s who is controlling the wallet of the president. You could buy your candidates. First, there is the senators these guys are fuckin cheap. Got 10 grand you can buy a senator I’ll give you 500k right now It doesn’t matter who wins they’re in my pocket.

Varlay doesn’t stop there, he goes on to describe what those in his line of work think of the tragedy of war saying its “real f***ing good for business”.

Ukraine is good for business, you know that right? Russia blows up Ukraine’s grain silos and the price of wheat is going to go mad up. The Ukrainian economy is the wheat market. The price of bread goes up, this is fantastic if you’re trading. Volatility creates opportunity for profit…

Varlay added that its “exciting when s*** goes wrong.”

Despite the fact that Varlay literally asked the OMG journalist if she was “undercover” based on the nature of her questioning, Varlay didn’t know he was being recorded when he was sharing his thoughts. He was skeptical of the reporter’s questioning because “normal people don’t give a s***” about these harsh realities. “It’s beyond them,” says Varlay.

A video of James O’Keefe’s interview confrontation with Varlay is expected to be released soon. As of the time of this writing. A press representative for BlackRock Inc has declined to comment on the story.

[krakenartificer]

Right, OK, so here's the thing:

This is. So. Incredibly. Accurate. If you start with Warrior's Apprentice then you primarily see them after they have embraced their hot-mess-ness and decided to work with it, and therefore it's easy for it to pass under the radar, but reading Shards of Honor or Barrayar, it's much more obvious: Aral and his incredibly slow and painful suicide by alcohol ... Cordelia's decision to drown her therapist on her way to convincing a pilot that he needs to assist her emigration (but that she can't explain her slippers because it's "classified")... ... these people are not hinged. And yet --

"I don't confuse greatness with perfection. To be great anyhow is ... the higher achievement." She gave him a crooked smile. "It should give you hope, eh?" "Huh. Block me from escape, you mean. Are you saying that no matter how much of a 𝕙𝕠𝕥 𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤 I was, you'd still expect me to work wonders?" Appalling. She considered this. "Yes," she said serenely. "In fact, since 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖'𝕤 𝕒 𝕙𝕠𝕥 𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤 it follows that all great deeds have been accomplished out of 𝕒 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕠𝕥-𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤-𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤. Yet they were accomplished, somehow, all the same (Mirror Dance, chapter 16)

-- and yet they are an immensely competent power couple. Compare the Barrayar where Kou is barely considered worthy of life, much less eligible to consider courting a civil-servant bodyguard ... to the Barrayar where that civil-servant bodyguard is considered an acceptable substitute for Lady Alys Vorpatril at Official Imperial Functions, and Kou is considered the lucky father of the four most eligible non-Vor maidens on the planet. Compare Ezar's reign to Gregor's expectations, Serg's goals to Gregor's. Compare Komarr's status in Galen's day to Galeni's position in ImpSec. These people Get Shit Done. And they get it done not despite being a hot mess. They get shit done by being a hot mess.

"Well. For your fourth consoling thought, I would point out that in this venue," a wave of his finger took in Vorbarr Sultana, and by extension Barrayar, "acquiring a reputation as a 𝕙𝕠𝕥 𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤 who would kill without compunction to obtain and protect his own, is not all bad. In fact, you might even find it useful." "Useful! Have you found the name of 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕙𝕠𝕥 𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤 a handy prop, then, sir?" Miles said indignantly. His father's eyes narrowed, partly in grim amusement, partly in appreciation. "I've found it a mixed... damnation. But yes, I have used the weight of that reputation, from time to time, to lean on certain susceptible men. Why not, I paid for it." (Civil Campaign, chapter 15)

So yes, absolutely: the bedrock of their marriage, their careers, and their success is a combined and separate refusal to give the slightest damn about whether they're going to succeed wildly or be utterly humiliated.

"I've always thought -- tests are a gift. And great tests are a great gift. To fail the test is a misfortune. But to refuse the test is to refuse the gift, and something worse, more irrevocable, than misfortune.... If you think it's really wrong," said Cordelia to Vorkosigan, "that's one thing. Maybe that's the test. But if it's only fear of failure -- you have not the right to refuse the gift for that." "It's an impossible job." "That happens, sometimes." (Barrayar, Chapter 15)

And you know what? It's fabulous. Mark could not possibly have asked for a better landing place than a family that is 100% made of hot messes and doesn't judge how messy you are, only what you choose to do with your mess. What kind of depressive disaster would Kou have turned into, how much worse a monster would Bothari have been, if they hadn't had an in-house demonstration team of Seven Habits of Highly Effective Hot Messes? How absolutely perfect is it that when Gregor confessed his fears of being genetically destined to become a hot mess, Cordelia could say, with absolute honesty, "Everyone's a hot mess; let's get you some ethical principles and compatible goals."

I love heroism, I love paragons, I love stories that give me this unreachable ideal to try to follow. But I can't measure myself against fairytale princesses and pure-of-heart superheroes. I am not the One True King, to behave correctly at all times and never be tempted to the path of selfishness; I am a person. I am very often a hot mess. What advice, what hope, for someone like that?

And Bujold says, "All the hope in the world. Look what a disaster battle couple can do, if only they accept their shortcomings and decide to push on anyway."

I love that Aral and Cordelia Vorkosigan look from a distance like some flawless immensely competent power couple when like

They are ENTIRELY a HotMess4HotMess relationship

He saw her puking her guts out in the middle of a disaster and thought, "I'm going to marry that woman someday."

She got a cheering crowd and a fancy medal for her bravery and stole the mic to tell everyone to get his name out of their ill-informed mouths

The bedrock of their marriage is their separate and combined willingness to look the possibility of utter failure in the eye and say, "Might as well try anyway."

[fuzzykazeki87]

With you, it's different pt. 1

(WARNING! Slightly Steamy scene)

That night was the countless times Gilbert had an incident...

"..ge!

-erge!

Serge!!"

Serge woke up with a light coming from the lantern on his face "w..what?" he said still subconsciously and hair dissaray. He tried to see who was in front of him with half open eyes and a blurry vision "P-Pascal? what's wrong..?" asked him.

Pascal grabbed his wrist immediately, "come on! There's..there's an incident out there.." he said, turning towards the balcony of Serge's room.

"incident..?"

Pascal nodded, " I reckon Gilbert...was trying to climb to your room, but, he slip and fell and injured himself." suddenly, the dark skinned boy's eyes widened and he immediately switched to a sitting position "Gilbert ..?! Wh-where is he now?!"

"He's in the director's room with the others. Luckily, the director is not here for tonight.

He keep resisting when we try to clean his wound. He won't stop until we have no coices but to call you out! You are the only one who can calm him down!"

That's right... ever since Auguste Beau's arrival, everything has gone awry. the two are forced apart from each other: split rooms. they can't even interact with each other anymore without an intermediary. they are not allowed to greet each other, nor touch.

now, at midnight, Serge really had to see how Gilbert was.

'..Gilbert..! you did something stupid that could threaten your own life!

Gilbert...why?'

thought Serge as he walked through the dark alley with Pascal, the two of them slowing their pace as they passed the room where Auguste was in to keeping an eye on Serge and Gilbert for a week.

Pascal gave a cynical look at the door before walked away again with his friend to the director's room.

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"Please Gilbert, let me treat your wound and sit down!"

Watts says trying to calm Gilbert who kept pacing back and forth confused and scared, his breathing was irregular and his cheeks wet with tears. he injured his knee because he fell when he was about to climb towards the balcony of Serge's bedroom window and now it's bleeding, "no..! no! sorry I-I'm just...!! I'm just...!!" he cries.

Gilbert gripped his own hair with both hands and tried not to scream. he cried out through his tears.

Carl, who looked panicked and also didn't know what to do, could only remain silent and wait for Pascal who's going to get Serge 'come on you two, hurry up!' he thought.

then the doors opened widely and Carl was relieved to see his two friends. Serge widened his eyes, rushed over to Gilbert who was sitting on his knees on the floor and Watts stepped aside beside Carl. Pascal quickly close the doors back and blow off the lantern he hold.

Serge knelt beside his lover and held both of his wrists that were still pulling his own hair, "Gilbert, it's me! Stop it!"

The blond shot his eyes open and slowly releasing his own grip. This voice...

He slowly looked up, green eyes following up the body of the person in front of him and...he was met with a handsome face that he missed so much, a face that held a lot of emotions, a face that made him able to trust him and a face that radiated positive aura; those big round eyes, warm brown orbs, darker skin and short wavy raven hair.

"S-..SERGE!"

The blond cried out, he launched himself at the dark skinnes boy, arms wrapped tightly around his neck and he sobs in his shoulder "I-I'm alright, Serge, i-i'm bleeding, but I-I'm alright..! I just...I just wanted to see you! I just wanted to see you, Serge!"

Serge, wrapped his arms around the blond's fragile body, hugging him back tightly.

"There there, I-It's okay, I'm here..Pascal already told me what happened..! Gilbert, you make my heart go crazy..! Please don't tossed my heart around like that anymore!!" he said giving his blond lover a head rub. Pascal with furrowed eyebrows watch his friends hugging on the floor. indeed Serge is the only key so that Gilbert could calm down. he loves Serge and he needs him...he turns his head to Carl and walk closer to stand beside him.

He gave Carl a supporting pats on his back and the other boy give a small smile and nods as if he's saying /I'm alright./

"Serge...I'm sorry if we have to call you out. We cannot control him.." Watts apologized to the younger boy and Serge look at him, shaking his head, "No mr. Watts, It's alright. I'm...happy that you decided to reach out to me. If not, I don't know what would happen to Gilbert.

Merci."

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the next day, we act like nothing happened since last night. no one knows if Gilbert fell when he was about to see Serge.

Gilbert, came up with the great reason for Auguste about his wound.

"What happened to your knee, Gilbert?" asked Auguste looking down at Gilbert who was sitting on the couch about to put on his shoes to get ready and one of his pants is rolled up showing his bandaged knee, "last night I slipped when I was about to take a bit walk to get some wind outside. there was an upperclassman to accompany me." he reasoned.

Auguste raised an eyebrow and tilted his head slightly, "You weren't trying to see him, were you?"

immediately Gilbert stops for a few seconds before continued to put his feet into his shoes, "of course not. You forbid me to meet or seeing him, right? So, I do it." he rolled back down his pants, giving a small pats before turning his back on the older man to wear his blazer.

"Apparently, you have grown taller, Gilbert. Your hair also grown. You look prettier than usual." he heard Auguste say but paid no heed and continued wearing his blazer on, slipping each arms in the sleeves. Gilbert quickly take his book and leave quickly without looking at Auguste.

The man furrowed his eyebrows but scoffed and turn around, hands behind his back "Poor thing...as long as I'm here, I'm the one who rules your life and also your fate. I raised you that way since the day I've met you.

You won't go anywhere, because you belong to me only...

Young Serge, I won't lose to you."

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Gilbert walked briskly through the crowd of numerous students, not caring about him hitting them or even stepping on their feet, he just wanted to see Serge again...

when he was about to climb the stairs, someone pulled him down and he gasp, "Gilbert!"

it's Serge...Serge is here..!

"Serge...! Serge!" the blond hugged his lover and Serge also hugged her but while watching their surroundings. he found several eyes fixed on them.

They pull away from their hug except Gilbert's hands are still gripping the dark skinned boy's blazer, "Gilbert, how's your wound? Does it still hurts?"

"N-No, not anymore. I can bend it although sometimes It stinging, but I'm okay."

"Are you sure? You look pale, Gilbert! You can rest if you're not well-"

"No Serge, if I rest, I won't be seeing you again and...Augu will do anything he want to me. I've had enough!"

"But, Gilbert-" Serge was cut off by the blond pressing their lips together. Luckily it's just the two of them now in the empty hallway and the bell indicating class is about to start starts ringing. they pull away from their kiss and Gilbert cup Serge's cheek, staring deeply into his brown orbs

"I love the way you smile like you don't realize you're doing it.

I love your perpetual bed-hair.

I love the way you hold your eye contact a moment longer than you need to.

And I love your expressive brown eyes, your brown skin as well as your dark curls.

So if you think I'm not attracted to you anymore because Augu is here,

Serge, you're crazy. " with just that, Gilbert's hand slip off his cheek and he walked pass Serge. The dark skinned boy was still dumbfounded holding his own cheek and his chest feels tight suddenly "Gilbert..."

'Gilbert, don't go!

I...wanna know about your feelings more.'

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now is the subject of "Poetry" and we are asked to write our own poetry.

right now, me and Leo, are working together on poetry.

Leo put his quill pen back in its place and satisfied with his own poem, "fnally done! how about you, Boy Serge?" he asked peeking at Serge who sat cross-legged next to him "a little more ..." he mumbled.

Leo raised an eyebrow and slowly read the poem the younger boy had written, "If my kisses are the Ink, your face is the paper...

slowly put your head on my chest, like perfume and let me whisper words of love to you..."

"Hey, not bad! Where did you learn that from? Also, who is the poem for? " asked Leo teasingly and Serge scowled at him, "you already know that..."

"haha of course! you're the Romeo." He added. Leo then looked around before taking out a small piece of paper from under his sweater, he whispered "Hey Serge,"

"Huh?"

"This." he said handing the slip of paper to Serge and Serge bewilderedly took it, "put this in between Gilbert's book later. it is an address to a closed lot not far from here.

If you want to meet in peace, I know one place that is completely untouched by anyone nor anyone ever go there except me.

me and Blough used to go there too to get really drunk."

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Serge sat under a tree while tearing dry leaves. he had slipped the paper Leo gave him between Gilbert's books and he was waiting for the blond to arrive.

It was strange but Serge started to be friends with Leo because of that incident…Leo somehow had compassion for him and started to treat him well.

Leo turned out to be a pretty cool person and likes chatting. both of them will tell each other stories. it seemed Leo was the first of one of the delinquents who had tasted Gilbert he had miraculously befriended.

sometimes the world is fair, sometimes it isn't.

Serge heard footsteps ahead of him and when he looked up, it's Gilbert who had just arrived.

"Hi."

"H-Hi." he answered him back.

the two stared at each other without saying anything. quiet situation, the sound of the wind, the sound of birds chirping and the lake is very calm.

it may seem awkward, but this is how they communicate through the mind. no need for many words, just the movement that shows.

Gilbert came closer to Serge and he put his cheek on his shoulder, leaned against him before muttered "...my day was hard without looking at you. I wasn't even allowed to look at you even a little...just a single glance. I was planning on to see you because I can't stand it.

But, when I found your note, I'm happy. Thank you."

Serge's brows furrowed and he put his arms around the blonde's shoulders, "..it's okay. I'm here now. Everything reminds me of you...I can't stand it either and want to see you soon."

this really went too far… Auguste seemed to be forbidding Gilbert to look at him even just a little bit in class. he really controlled Gilbert's life.

"Just so you know, Serge... I'm trying to distract myself and even trying to forget you, because Augu is here. yet, ironically, you are always in my head.

Even when I'm daydreaming, all I can think about is your smile...

Ironic, isn't it?" Gilbery chuckled as he closed his eyes on Serge's shoulder.

"Even though i love you, I am slowly being killed by this feeling. you make me desperate for you more than Augu. What are you, Serge? Why did you came into my life? I was Happy (Unhappy) before you came."

Serge shook his head and he gripped the blond's shoulder, "Stop it, Gilbert!"

"Make me."

"Huh?

"Make me stop."

make you stop? how can I make you stop when you are so pitiful on my shoulder like this?

everything is forgotten instantly when we see each other.

Before, I felt calm without you before knowing that, but now...

The dark skinned boy grab a hold of Gilbert's face, pulling him into a deep kiss. the blond boy immediately wrapped his arms around his neck making the kiss much more intimate.

(Mixing the love with emotions,

Emotions of my heart on fire.

Fire that give life a warmth to live,

Live the life of passionate love,

Love to live the life so beautiful.)

Serge was pushed against a behind and he groaned slightly feeling the pain in his back that only lasted a moment.

He saw Gilbert approaching before kneeling down right in front of...his trousers. His breath hitched when the blond starts fondling with the buttons, their eyes locked together, but Serge couldn't make himself to look away.

This is not the first time for him...this happens when they have sex the first time too after his confession.

Serge's hands reach out to gently hold Gilbert's head, slightly massaging his scalp and he suddenly make a tight grip on Gilbert's hairs when the blond taking him inside his mouth.

He jolted and threw his head back almost screaming, but quickly bite down on his bottom lip.

"G-Gilbert..."

(Beauty has wonders in it,

Wonderful is the feeling that spent in love,

Feeling the sweetness of love so near.

You are my God of love,

I am your love in waiting,

Keep my heartbeat alive forever,

Keep my fire of love be burnt forever.)

"Serge, Pascal, what are you guys doing?!"

Carl asked in disbelief and shock. He just saw his friends looking all dizzy and mess up until he realize the two bottles of wine; one is empty and one is halfway empty.

"Oooh bonjoouuur Carlll..." Pascal suddenly grin and waving at him, his eyes droopy and his round glasses almost slip down his nose-bridge. Serge is already knocked out, laying on his side on the floor.

'Oh no...these two really got drunk! What am I gonna do?!'

this isn't the first time Carl has seen them drunk with his own eyes; this isn't the first time Serge has gotten drunk either.

However, he was shocked to see them drunk at the same time.

Carl put down his book, walked towards his two unconscious friends and took the wine bottle that was on the floor and also from Pascal's hand, "come on guys, the exam is getting closer! use it for studying and not getting drunk!" he insisted and he heard Serge hiccup a little.

However, Carl himself also likes to drink secretly...he feel a sudden pang in his chest but ignores it.

Pascal is lost in thought for a while before laying down on the floor too and Carl quickly take his glasses so nothing bad happened. he sigh deeply and shook his head.

he had to handle both of them now. Two drunk lads.

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Carl carries the drunken Serge to his room after dealing with Pascal. he gasping every seconds because since Serge grews taller of course he is also getting heavier. he grew slightly taller than Pascal...

Carl finally managed to put Serge's body on his bed, feeling relieved.

"Go to sleep, Serge. I'll get you some water."

he goes out and then comes back with a glass of plain water putting it on the bedside table.

Carl unbuttoned some buttons of the dark skinned boy's white shirt so his friend could breathe freely. when finished, he got carried away and looked at his friend deeply.

he admired how strangely attractive/good-looking Serge was; he knew very well that his friend is known to have a handsome face like the god Apollo.

Serge is not only very good looking but also smarth, athletic and, among other things, a musical prodigy and an excellent equestrian.

'A lot says that he looked like his father...I wonder how does his father looks like.' thought the black haired boy. The first time they met, Serge still look so much younger and cuter with rounder face; but now he is so much different.

Face become chiseled but still have the soft features including the baby fat due to all the sports he does underneath the bright sun; except, his big round eyes and smile are the same.

Carl admired Serge's black wavy hair and some strands that fell to his forehead, his thick shadowed lashes, his brown skin, his fine lip, his warm and tender voice.

He wonder how does it feel to be loved by Serge, how does it feel to be protected and touched-

"O-Oh God..!" His eyes wide open and slowly back away until his back pressed against the wall. He looked at Serge in horror, body trembling and hands clenching, unclenching beside him

"No....No...I-I'm so sorry..I-I didn't mean to..." he quitely sobs, sliding down the wall and hide his face with both hands feeling ashamed.

Dear Father in Heaven,

forgive me...

Serge woke up confused and with a slight headache. He hissed when he tried to sit up but can't and ended up falling back on the mattress while holding his head.

"Aargh...w...what time is it...?"

"It's 8 in the morning. You were drunk last night."

He heard a familiar voice, eyes trying to open to look.

Rosemarine is standing by the door with hands behind his back.

"R...Rosemarine...?"

"Good morning, Serge. Auguste Beau wanted me to check on you to make sure you're alright because last night you look so messed up." Rosemarine says in his usual monotone voice.

"...I...wha...t...?" Serge blabbering nonsense as he sit up on the bed looking all confused, didn't realize that his chest slightly exposed for Rosemarine to see. Rosemarine noticed it and eyes wide for seconds, before shaking his head and cleared his throat "put on your clothes properly, please."

"My...cloth..oh, s-someone's opening them..."

Serge talked to himself again and he bottuned back up his shirt.

"Anyway Serge, professor Louche wanted to hear how far you've become later. Please make sure to come, okay?"

"O-oh...o..okay..."

"Great."

Rosemarine smile at the boy. he turn around to open the door, checking if someone's near before closing it again and said;

"Gilbert wants to see you."

[shit-talk-turner]

So basically, I've been reading this comments for a while and I can't really feel more sorry for you guys that actually take this amount of time for stalking everyone related to Alex in ig and then coming here to shit on them. All you say is just based on your own theories that are a much of a fantasy, and one of the things that amazes me the most is the fact that you hate almost every single one of Alex's loved ones, and by that I mean Louise, honestly after reading many of your posts about her, I have the conclusion that you are never satisfied, you basically hate her, yet take the time to see everything she posts and take it out of context just to have something bad to say about her and her relationship with Al, you claim that she is a bad person just because of some posts that she liked in the past that actually she apologised for, we all make mistakes and I think she probably changed her mindset (all of his friends like her so isn't that a good sign that they all get along?), you also claim that she has no personality and is always copying Alexa just for pleasing Alex, which is something stupid considering the fact that Alex has a type and ALL of the girls he's dated look alike, and in adittion the similarities in Alexa and Louise's style are because they are both into Jane Birkin and let me tell you that their styles have some diferences, she's french and she's said that Jane's songs remind her of her mom because the used to listen to her while she was growing up, and btw almost everyone in Alex's close people are into Jane and Serge Gainsbourg related stuff, so does this mean that they are also coying Alexa? And don't you think that after more than 11 years Alex has not gotten over Alexa and he's just looking for someone like her? I mean that is the most stupid thing someone has ever said. You say that Alex doesn't love her because there are not so much pictures of them together, but have you ever thought that it can be because Alex has learned about being more private in his relationships as a way to protect himself and his life? If she was a fan before dating him, then the reason why you hate her so much is just jealousy because she did something you haven't done, (I mean doesn't everyone in the fandom like Alex and at some point think about dating him?) That said, you're telling me that if you had been in her position wouldn't you do the same? I mean if you had the chance to flirt with Alex Turner you wouldn't do it? Come on. I also see that you think all she does is to brag about dating him but she doesn't really posts him, just recently she just shared two pictures with him and she doesn't seem to be hanging out with the people that were posting pictures of both of them back in 2018. We dont really know what happened between Taylor and Alex's relationship and everything we 'know' is just speculation, so we can't really tell if Louise really had something to do with their split, because when you really love someone and you care about your relationship you dont just cheat on them and leave them for someone else, which actually makes me think that there was something wrong with their relationship even before it ended. In conclusion, it's been almost five years and this is his longest relationship to date, if we were still in 2018 I would understand people talking shit about her, but at this point we should all get over it, you guys are just people hiding behind a screen, fake fans, thinking that you have the right to say what and who is good for Alex just like if you knew him, and always asuming that 'he's afraid of being lonely', when he is completely and adult and free to make his own decisions. So if all you're gonna be is a hater talking shit about people you don't know and don't know you, you should get a life and stop calling yourself a fan.

honestly, this was so long and winded that we couldn’t even read the whole thing without losing focus. We’re glad you feel so deeply about us that you had to write a novel, but we think you should spend less time here if you feel this way. Or maybe less time on the internet in general. Take a deep breath. It’s all going to be okay.

[iamyourdailydoseofbi]

Could I request a Frenchie/Serge (The Boys) x reader with the prompts "You look adorable when you smile" & "Do you want to go out sometime...?" || "Like a date?" || "Y-yeah, like a date"? They're long-time friends. Both are harbouring feelings. Frenchie decides to take a leap of faith and asks them out. Reader agrees. They go out. It's great. Frenchie's smiling like an idiot. Reader says the smile line. Frenchie's a little nervous & asks to kiss them. Rest is up to you if you want to write this.

A LEAP OF FAITH ( Frenchie/Serge x GN! Reader ) AUTHOR NOTE! It makes me so happy to know that you requested my writing! <3  pairing: Frenchie/Serge x GN! Reader  prompt: "You look adorable when you smile" & "Do you want to go out sometime...?" || "Like a date?" || "Y-yeah, like a date"? word count: 300+ words

Y/n had a thing for dumbasses⎯well not a thing, like they were actively searching for a dumbass, but it was a common pattern in their life. Dumbass boss. Dumbass co-worker’s. Dumbass friends. Dumbass dates. It was a pattern. That or they were socially aware that they were surrounded by morons. 

But, there was one person⎯one dumbass that they loved the most. Consider it to be a part of their charm, Frenchie. He was their other half. Their soulmate. Their partner in crime. The person they would burn the world down for. Frenchie was their everything. But, they weren’t sure that it was as platonic as it once was. There was this..new feeling? Something more. 

“You look adorable when you smile.” He comments, breaking their thoughts. 

“Um⎯I⎯” They whisper, their cheeks flushing a bright red. 

Blinking away their thoughts, they turn their head to him, the smile on their slowly falling as embarrassment sinks in. Shit. They had done it again. Dumbass! Keeping their head low, they curse themselves out in their head, how could they do that shit again?! Glancing up at him, he stares down at them, this look in his eyes. Was it love? Or were they just imagining that? 

“Do you want to go out sometime..?” He asks, a nervous look on his face.

“Like a date?” They ask, unsure if they heard him right.

“Y-Yeah, like a date.” He scratches the back of his neck.

THEY HEARD HIM RIGHT! FUCK YEAH! Smiling brightly at his words, they bite down on their tongue to not blurt out the wrong thing. He liked them. He liked them! Nodding their head, they perk up in their seat, a giddy feeling filling them. He liked them. He liked them! Suck it Billy! 

“Yeah⎯I⎯Sure.” They nod, “I’d love to.”

[xhopelesslyromanticx]

Truthfully - Jude Bellingham x Reader

Masterlist

summary: In which Jude totally gets the wrong idea when he sees you vacation with his rival and friend Jamal Musiala.

Pursing your lips as you stared at your reflection in the glass of the display window. Ignoring the guys voices behind you, telling you to forget it. You were ripped out your daydream by a bike, driving right into your shin.

„Ouch Jamal!“ you yelled out, looking at the young guy that had just rode his bike straight into you.

„Sorry.“ the Bayern Munich player chuckled as his eyes fell on what you were looking at „I don’t think that’s a smart idea.“

He was talking about the brownies that you were staring at. Being that you were in Amsterdam for Germany friendlies against the Netherlands, you were truly contemplating actually trying some. This was Amsterdam after all, the capital of weed.

„Shut up Bambi.“ you punched his elbow before hoping on your bike again and starting to catch up with the rest of the guys with Jamal struggling to keep up with you.

„Can we do something together tonight?“ Jamal sighed, looking at you with a smirk on his face.

You sighed, trying to keep from smiling. Jamal was like a brother to you. You loved him very much although he could be super annoying. And you of course understood he had it hard with all the guys in his club being so much older than him.

„Alright.“ you then chuckled, seeing Serge Gnabry and Leroy Sane wait for you just a little further. They had been assigned as yours and Jamals babysitters. Not that you needed one but it was all just because of your dad being totally paranoid.

At the same time Jude was training with the England Squad at St.Georges. Checking his phone a million times a day, refreshing his instagram page just to see if there was any sign of the mysterious german girl he had met while he was in Dortmund being alive.

He had met Y/n at a party and was instantly smitten by her charm. And of course that was also the case for the young woman. You ended up exchanging numbers and basically texting day and night.

The connection was instant and Jude even took you out on a couple of dates. You spent a weekend at his place and some stuff happened. It meant a lot to him and he felt like things were going well until you basically ghosted him a couple of days ago. Just before he had to go to England. The youngster had called, texted and tried to reach out for you all weekend long. But nothing, not even a ‚leave me alone‘ text.

„Ah, Bambi nein!“ Serge Gnabry yelled as he entered your hotel room without even knocking and saw the young guy laying on the bed with you. You rolled your eyes, throwing popcorn at Serge. They were constantly picking on Jamal, it wasn’t even funny anymore.

„Get out Serge.“ Jamal groaned, pausing the movie playing on his laptop as he sat up on your bed.

„No there’s none of this happening here.“ Serge pointed at the two of you, indicating that something was gonna happen between you and Jamal.

You scrunched your nose, internally cringing „Stop it Serge! How did you even get in here?“

„Your dad gave me a spare keycard.“ Serge giggled, wiggling his eyebrows „I told him I’d watch out for you and when I saw Bambi come in here, I was alarmed.“

You sighed, burying your face in the pillows. Your dad could be so overprotective. If only he knew, you had zero interest in Jamal. The only thought on your mind was this one british boy, that was basically blowing up your phone all weekend long.

You missed Jude very much but you had found yourself in quite a situation. Let’s just say that you hadn’t been fully truthful about who you really were to him. And now you found yourself being in love with someone you knew, your dad would never approve of.

Monday came around and you were touring the city alone that day, with your dad being off in training. Jamal promised he‘d join in the afternoon, so you just spent your mornings alone doing some online school.

The whole time you held your phone in your hand, contemplating wheter or not you should text or call Jude. But what were you even gonna say? That you had straight up just lied to him. No, you couldn’t do that.

So when Jamal was finally free, you joined him at the hotel pool. Which didn’t have any other guests because the whole hotel had been rented for the National Team. You sat next to the pool, holding your legs in the water as you watched Jamal nearly drown on his floatable Flamingo.

„Are you like twelve?“ you chuckled, watching the extremely clumsy guy trying to stay afloat.

„No, this is really unpractical.“ Jamal squealed and you couldn’t help but pull out your phone to film the guy. Laughing your ass off behind the camera as Jamal eventually ended up under water.

„You’re such an idiot!“

Later that afternoon you conviced Jamal to come shopping with you. The young Bayern Munich player just followed behind you sternly, really not interested in anything. It was when you were just grabbing some ice cream at a stand and Jamal was holding on to your bags that you were approached by some German fans.

„Musiala!“ the teenage girl squealed and Jamal immediately looked terrified.

„Can we take pictures?“ another one asked and soon a lot of people accumulated to take pics with the young star. All the while you stood there a big smile on your face. You were really proud of how far the young guy had come.

But you could see it was starting to be a little too much for the guy, so you decided to end his misery by walking up to him and wrapping your arm around his shoulder before whispering „Let’s go.“

Jamal nodded, still totally flustered as you pulled him through the small crowd. Their phones still on you as they watched you walk away.

Jude clenched his jaw as he scrolled through his instagram that night. Of course he had immediately recognized the female voice in his childhood friend Jamals instagram story. And when he looked at what the young guy had been up to, he stumbled across videos of the very german girl he liked and Jamal in Amsterdam.

In Judes mind this made no sense. You had never mentioned knowing Jamal to him. He knew you were from Munich but this was honestly something he could have never imagined. His mind immediately went through every scenario; was Jamal your boyfriend, had you cheated on him? Or were you just some girl that was after Football players?

He was incerdibly mad. He had asked you to come to England with him and you had told him you couldn’t. And now seeing you were in the Netherlands with his rival it all made sense. He tried to call you again, wanting to give you the chance to explain yourself. But after it went to voicemail over and over again, in his fury he decided to send you one last text before throwing his phone against the wall.

Honestly can’t believe you. Is Jamal your boyfriend? Did you just use me for fun? What the fuck is wrong with you honestly.

You were ripped out your sleep by none other then Serges voice basically yelling next to you. You slowly opened your eyes, trying to adjust to the light and were startled when seeing the older guy literally standing next to you.

„Serge!“ you yelled, sitting up in your bed, totally shaken by him just being there in your room „What the fuck are you doing here!“

„I came to wake you up!“ Serge squealed, then he held up your phone and you ripped your eyes wide open „Why the hell do you have Jude Bellingham in your phone? And why did he call you ten times last night?“

Your blood was boiling as you jumped out your bed, ripping your phone away from the guy. Serge took a step back, sensing that you were incredibly mad.

„Why the hell do you look at my phone?“ you hissed, feeling like he had really overstepped a line here. You would expect something like this from your dad but it was just too much that the whole team felt like they needed to protect you.

„I was just turning off your alarm and then I saw.“ Serge stuttered, holding up his hands in defense „But that’s not the problem here Y/n. The real problem is Jude.“

Serge had lectured you all morning about why you being with Jude was a problem. It wasn’t like he said anything you didn’t already know. From him playing for Dortmund to you betraying your dad, everything was included.

But you couldn’t worry about him right now, you had seen Judes text and immediately started panicking. You then saw Jamal had uploaded the video, you had taken of him from the pool yesterday. And then you stumbled across the many pictures some fan had taken of you and Jamal shopping. Including where you had your arm wrapped around him.

„Jamal!“ you whisper yelled, grabbing the boy by his collar as you pulled him aside. All the guys were leaving the hotel and going to the arena but you had to talk to Jamal before he left.

„Why did you upload the video of us by the pool?“ you hissed, knowing that was what had started this all.

„What…I…“ Jamal stuttered, looking around the empty hallway as your face was dangerously close to his „It was a funny video. I didn’t see-“

„Great!“ you hissed, letting go of the boy and running your hand through your hair frustratedly.

„What’s the problem?“ Jamal asked, sounding worried as he sensed your distress.

„It’s just.“ you sighed, wrapping your arms around yourself as you felt a wave of sadness wash over you „Jude.“

„Jude?“ Jamal furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, shaking his head „Who’s- Wait!“

You covered the guys mouth as he was basically yelling so he spoke against your hand, his voice muffled „Bellingham?“

Nodding, you let go of Jamal, gesturing him to be quiet as you looked aorund to make sure noone was listening.

„I kind of had this thing with him-“

„What!“ Jamal hissed, looking incredibly shocked „You and Jude? For real?“

„Yes.“ you sighed, feeling like him being quite was hopeless „But you can’t tell anyone. It’s not even serious yet.“

„How can it be not serious! This is you! You and Jude!“

You ended up telling Jamal everything. From how you met Jude to why you had completely ghosted him. And how he now thought you had cheated with him. He probably hated you.

Jamal didn’t really get the time to give you any advice as you had to go off to the game. Sitting in the stands, you couldn’t help but think about Jude. If only you could just tell him the whole truth. You knew you had to, not wanting to hurt any more people.

The sound of the airplane engine was wildy oversounded by the guys celebrating their win. You were on your way back to Germany after the friendlies and what could be described a short vacation with the team in Amsterdam.

Jamal sitting to your right as Serge was on your left, the whole time with crossed arms. He somehow was still offended by the whole Jude thing as he felt like you getting with a Bvb player was the worst betrayal in history.

„Can you stop being mad at me Serge?“ you hissed under your breath, not wanting to catch anyone’s attention.

It wasn’t even like Jude still wanted anything to do with you, you had tried to reach out to him. Telling him you could explain everything and that it wasn‘t that simple. But Jude only hit you with a „Never talk to me again.“

„No I can’t stop being mad.“ Serge shook his head as he looked straight ahead „We didn’t raise you like this.“

„Serge I think you don‘t even know Jude.“ Jamal now stepped in, which wasn’t really a smart idea. Because next thing you knew Serge leaned over you, grabbing Jamals collar.

„You knew about this Bambi?“ Serge squealed, actung literally crazy.

„Seriously Serge?“ you whined, frustrated with the guys stubbornness as you pushed him back to his seat „I already have a dad-“

„What about me?“ your dad suddenly stood next to the three of you, looking down at you with raised eyebrows.

You took a deep breath looking at your father before putting on your most innocent smile „It’s nothing.“

This was probably a bad idea, you knew that. But you just couldn’t stop thinking about Jude. You had to see him and there was just one place you could be absoluetly sure to do so. With your bag packed you took your car, leaving a note on the kitchen counter for your dad telling him you’d be gone for a while.

You knew your dad was gonna be mad at you again for not telling him personally. But you had to hurry if you wanted to be in Dortmund in time for their match against Leipzig.

The problem of how you’d even get in the stadium of course crossed your mind. But that’s when you remembered an old friend of your dads.

Sitting in the vip stands, right by the the tunnel entrance as you awaited the guys. You were incredibly nervous, running your hand though your hair. You of course wanted to look good as you were soon gonna see Jude. You sighed, looking at the millions texts your dad had sent you.

„Missed you at the game today. Where exactly are you? - Kisses Dad“

You couldn’t help but feel guilty but that didn’t last long because shortly after the guys ran out on the field. You held your breath when you finally saw Jude again.

Jude didn’t notice you at first, it was after the game started when he ran out to drink something that his eyes fell on the sector behind his team. And when his gaze fell on you, he almost chocked on his water.

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing and actually felt a little confused. He had seen your countless text, where you requested to talk to him. But he had never thought you’d go to these lengths to actually do so.

„Jude.“ you whispered, standing in the tunnel as Jude approached you. Drenched in sweat as he had just ran across the field for 90 Minutes straight.

„What on earth are you doing here?“ Jude hissed, making sure not to cause a scene in the full tunnel.

„I…I…“ you stuttered, biting your lips as Judes face was only inches away from you „I had to talk to you.“

Jude raised his eyebrows, not believing the audacity you had to show up at his game like nothing had happened. He didn’t want any of this, it was too complicated „Look Y/n, I really don’t want any problems with Jamal-“

„Y/n!“ a blonde haired guy with the biggest smile approached Jude and you.

Jude took a step back, looking a little confused as his teammate hugged the very girl he was in love with. Y/n wrapped her arms around him as she smiled.

„Jule!“ she greeted Julian as he looked her up and down.

„God, you’ve grown so much again!“ Julian smiled and Jude felt absoluetly lost „How’s Manuel?“

„He’s great.“ you fake smiled, slightly cringing at the mention of your dad.

„Wait who’s Manuel?“ Jude now bursted out, looking at Julian.

„Manuel Neuer?“ Julian raised his eyebrows, looking at you „Y/n is his daughter.“

„Your dad is Manuel Neuer?“

You ended up telling Jude everything. How your dad had you when he was still very young and how you had never even met your mother. And why you were in Amsterdam and that Jamal was like your brother.

When your dad saw you on television at the Dortmund match, you obviously had some explaining to do. Deciding you were done with the lies you eventually revealed that you had been seeing Jude behind his back.

Manuel was of course a little mad, he was mostly dissapointed you didn’t tell him. But he wasn’t even the worst part. It was just the whole team, acting like total idiots. For example when you watched them in training one day, Leroy approached you.

„Hey du.“ Sane threw a ball at you, that hit your shoulder making you jump.

„Ouch- What the hell?“ you looked at the older guy with furrowed brows.

„Heard about you and Bellingham.“ he sighed, crossing his arms as he stood in front of the stands „So you support Dortmund now, huh?“

„No.“ you rolled your eyes, sick of the accusations „I support Jude, yes, but Bayern’s still my club.“

„Yeah sure.“ Serge now chuckled a couple meters away from you, obviously having listened to your conversations with Leroy. God he was so bitter.

„So have the two met yet?“ Leroy giggled, amused by the thought of your dad and Jude at the same table.

„No. But Judes coming over this weekend.“

„Good luck.“ Serge laughed, making you wanna rip his head off „Your dad has always disliked him ever since Jude literally ran him over on the pitch. Only god can help you.“

Judes hand were super sweaty and you could tell he was extremly nervous. You chuckled intertwining your fingers as you put your left hand on his chest „It’s gonna be fine Jude.“

„I don’t know.“ Jude sighed, biting his lips as he looked out the tunnel where he already could see some guys training.

„Dad liked you right?“ you tried to encourage him, remembering the dinner you had with your father.

Things actually went really well. After the first shock, your dad was super nice and him and Jude got along. It just showed that sometimes it’s more about misconceptions that we have about eachother.

„This is my family Jude.“ you looked out at Serge goofing around with Jamal, while Leroy stood next to them shaking his head. Even though they could be the most annoying people on the planet, they were still important to you.

„Alright.“ Jude smiled, before pressing his lips onto your‘s one last time. You kissed him back as his hands wrapped around your waist. Jude pulled away from you, a smile plastered on his face as he grabbed your hand „I love you.“

„Now what is this?" you were ripped back to reality by Leroys voice. You pulled away from Jude, who was scratching the back of his neck nervously when seeing the three Bayern Munich players stand a few meters away from him. Basically staring the poor guy down.

„In my freaking tunnels.“ Serge crossed his arms as Jamal playfully punched his shoulder, telling him to shut up. You chuckled slightly, wrapping your arm around Judes waist.

„Guys this is Jude.“

[baby-dr1ver]

high

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader 

Rating: fluff, Bucky is a flirt

Summary: It’s 4/20 and you get Bucky high

Happy 4/20 peoples! I’m watching Winter Soldier as we speak lmao

4/20 was the only holiday you celebrated. The only time it was okay with Tony that you got high as a kite in the compound. None of the other Avengers got high, besides Natasha, always too worried about the next mission or ‘staying alert’ as Cap often would say. To which you always replied ‘fuck off Steve’ 

You sat in your room, window open to let the smoke out, while your favorite playlist blasted loud enough for the rooms around you to hear. Getting high was your way of coping. Some people work too much (Steve), some throw themselves into hobbies (Bruce) and others, well, they self medicate. 

You took a drag from your blunt before a knock sounded at your door. You were confused at first, no one bothered you while you were ‘relaxing’ you always accused them of ruining your buzz. The only person you could stand was Bucky, he was quiet during the process and just liked to listen to you rant about stupid things. Like, do ants poop? 

“Come in” With your permission, Bucky walked in, seeing you head out your window, high as a kite. “James! You're here, I’m so glad you're here, I missed you” He couldn’t help but blush. He knew it was the weed talking but he could still hope.  “James, you aren’t high? Why aren’t you high? Todays like.. like the day to get high.” He could only shrug. Smoking weed, getting high, wasn’t his thing. He prefers to bride and read in his little corner of the living room, set up by you, just for him. You were always doing nice things for him whether it was making him his morning coffee, or inviting him out with the gang. 

“C’mon James, get high with me.” You said with a little pout. That’s not fair, he always had a soft spot for you, then add on the pout? He was done for. 

“Doll, you no I don’t-”

“C’mon Buck, just this once and I promise I’ll never ask again.” He sighed, alright he could do this. It’s just this once right? I mean, what could go wrong? “Nothing bad will happen I promise, I won’t let anything happen to you, okay?” 

“Alright doll, hand it over” Oh, no you thought. Maybe this could go wrong.

“Hold on there Serg, you need to know a few things.” You went into detail about where to hold it, and how to take a drag. Inhale, hold, exhale. 

A couple of puffs later, you both were pretty fried. You didn’t think a super soldier could get high ? You imagined this moment so many times in your head. You imagined Bucky to be giggly high. No, he was more zen and almost seductive? The way he would speak Romanian to you or the longing stares. Buck was telling stories about him and Steve in the 40′s, while you laughed the night away.

“There’s no way that happened Bucky! As awkward as Steve is there’s no way.” You laughed out.

“Oh draga mea, he rambled on to that poor girl about how he wanted to change the world without violence, she left mid conversation! I told him he should have taken my advice” You both couldn’t help but giggle. Steve was always trying to get people to see that violence isn't the answer. 

“Right, I’m sure you were such a ladies man huh James? Always making girls fall left and right?” He blushed at your comment.

“Yeah, not so much anymore.” You scoffed. He’s joking right?

“James, with those looks, there's no way you couldn’t get any woman you wanted! You would certainly made me fall.” Oh god, this cannot be happening. Curse you weed.

“prinţesă, you flatter me but uh, we both know that's not true.” You scoffed again. He couldn’t be serious? You decided to keep your mouth shut about this certain topic. You knew he was going to need medication for the headache tomorrow, so you got up and started to get the supplies you needed. You didn’t get very far before a hand grip your wrist. You turned to see James peering up at you with puppy dog eyes.

“What’s the matter James is everything alright?” You asked as his grip loosens on your wrist. 

“stai cu mine te rog” (stay with me please) He said with a slight pout.

“James you know I have no idea what your-”

“ Prinţesă, stay with me, please” Buck started to grabby hands at you. God, that man could ask you to do anything, and you would. “Y/N” He whined again and continued his grabby hands as if he were a child. You stepped in between his open legs and gave him a standing hug? You could tell he was starting to get tired by the way his shoulders slumped, another side effect of getting high. 

“Alright bubs, lets go to bed.” You got him up from the window and put your arm under his and another around his waist to keep him steady. He let out a little giggle, how you became more sober than him, is beyond you. You finally got him settled into your bed before he grabbed you once more, only this time he successfully tugged you into bed. “James what are you doing?”

He was silent for a minute. “alintează cu mine dragostea mea” (cuddle with me my love) You wracked your brain on what that could mean. God, you wished he would just speak to you in english so you could give him what he needed. He pulled down so you lay flat on the bed, facing him, he pulled you flush to his body and stared into your eyes. Ah, he just wanted to be cuddled, that’s new for you but, nothing you would ever pass up. 

“Y/N?” James mumbled. “Yes James”

“Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are? I mean seriously, it’s not fair how beautiful you are, share some with the rest of us.” You didn’t know what to say. He’s never been so, talkative?

“Uh thank you James. thats sweet.”

“and god draga mea your smile, It lights up every room you walk in- and-and your so kind to everyone even if they don’t deserve it, like me.” There was a break in his monologue. “The way you know your way around every gun this compound has is unbelievably sexy o-or when you can be all badass in the field and-” He ran out of breath. 

“James-”

“The thing you do with your hips while you cook, goood the things I would like to do to you-”

“James! This is the weed talking, I promise you won’t remember this when you wake up.” He just continued to peer down at you as if you were the only human in the world. His eyes were less red, the bright blue eyes stared at you with such adoration, it made it hard to breathe. “It may be the weed talking but, it’s just saying all the things I’ve wanted to for the past couple of months. God Y/N, the thoughts I have the minute I look at you are-are not very innocent.”

You were beat red at this point. “Alright bubba, let's get you to sleep, and we’ll talk about it in the morning okay?” He only nodded and buried his face in your neck. You rolled over so he could lay comfortably on top of you well he slept soundly. So many thoughts ran through your head at that moment. But one would take the cake,

“Good night Iubirea mea, I love you”

Part 2, the after math?