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justmeinadaze · 10 months ago

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Nothings Gonna Change My World Part 2 (Steddie X You)(Zombie Apocalypse Universe)

A/N: The way I am having fun with this <3

I can absolutely go back to some of these universes and expand in separate series. Especially this one.

Please Enjoy!

Warnings: Steddie X Fem Reader, In universe Zombie Apocalypse survivors Steddie X Y/N, SMUT, dp, dirty talk, and things in-between, FLUFF, in the universe the relationship is already established and they love each other <3

ANGST! Obviously Zombies, Steve is the leader of a community and Eddie is an ex military sniper; mentions of military PTSD (brief) , mentions of Steve being abandoned by parents, mentions of readers sister Kallie being turned and Y/N guilt of that, Reader is kidnapped and the boys save her, mentions of blood, cliffhanger in universe, Eddie talks about his mother dying of cancer (brief), Steve talks about his asshole dad (brief), they ask again how her sister passed but she refuses to answer.

This chapter kinda delves into abandonment issues and fears of losing new people in your life so if that's a trigger fair warning! I have abandonment issues so I get it <3

Word Count: 6765

Chapter 1/Donate to Me <3

“Ok and how did you feel moving around?”

“Like a passenger I guess. It was very much like a movie or VR.”, you sigh as you lean back in your seat.

You had been answering his questions for over two hours and quite frankly you were exhausted. After the experiment and now dealing with this asshole, you barely even had time to process what you saw.

“Was anything similar to our universe? Or even your life in general?”

“My sister was still dead. That’s fun.”, you sass as his eyes scan you over. “Um, they seem forever regressed in a time period that has long since past even though my grandma always said the 90s were a blast.”

“Was anyone there you recognized? Family, past friends, relationships?”

Your gaze shifts as you avoid his eyes and prepare to do the thing you do best; lie.

“Um, my ex was there. In that universe, he cheated on me. In ours, he just left me.”

“I see… ok, and you said you just went to bar, listened to a band, went to a party, and then woke up?”

“Yup.”, you reply with an obnoxious pop on that last letter.

“Did anything stand out as odd or feel off?”

You got lost in the void as you ran through the universe you just experienced and couldn’t help but smile at the warm fuzzy feeling of safety that flowed through you when you were around Eddie and Steve. For the first time in years, nothing stood out or felt off.

“Y/N?”

‘Oh, um, no nothing.”

“Ok…ok. Go ahead and head back to the common area. We just served meals so eat, rest up, and we’ll talk again after the next session.”

***

The following day, you felt their eyes on you. Steve was always in a corner doing push-ups or working out in the gym that was provided while Eddie was either smoking or reading on the balcony outside of the sitting area.

You planned to avoid them for the rest of the time but you were antsy as jitters ran through your hands desperate for a beer to calm your nerves. Stepping outside, you took a seat on one of the lawn chairs without looking his way.

Before even saying a word, he extended his arm out with his pack in hand.

“Don’t get used to this. These things are fucking expensive in here but…” When all you do is stare, he shakes it finally willing you to take one of the sticks between your fingers and lighting the end. “It’s kind of amusing to me that there’s a universe with an Eddie Munson that doesn’t smoke. He had a point though. Because of my mom I shouldn’t be doing it myself yet here I am.”

Flashing a smirk your way, he visually takes this version of you in as you inhale the cigarette and blow out a big puff of smoke. Compared to the you in the alternate universe, you seemed a bit more rough around the edges. While you never answered Steve’s question about your class status, you did seem like you fit in both.

You could pass for upper class like the other boy with how clean cut you were with that air of arrogance that screamed everyone was beneath you. But unlike them, you seemed exhausted like someone who had just completed their last leg of ten-mile race. You appeared sassy and confident but to him you also seemed…sad.

“You said your name was Y/N? In the thing I mean.”, he clarified when your looked at him with confusion. “I’m Eddie. Well Edward but my friends call me Eddie.”

“I don’t care. You and I aren’t friends.”

“Excuse the fuck out of me, princess.”

Your eyes shift his way again at the term remembering him calling you that in the alternate universe and how comfortable he made you feel.

“I’m sorry. I, uh, yeah my name is Y/N. Doctor dipshit said I had to be sober for this experiment so it’s been a week since I’ve had anything and it’s making me insane.”

“I know how that goes. After our experience I would love a beer.”, he chuckles making you grin as well. “So, uh, if I may how did it feel?”

“I’m sorry?”

“The doctor guy asked me what it felt like in the universe and I told him it was kind of surreal like I was seeing through someone else’s eyes but what was even more crazy was I could smell the smoke in the air at the party. I could practically feel the plastic from the controller when I was playing that game. I, um, I could feel your lips. I can still smell your perfume and cold air that was attached to you when Steve brought you inside.”

Jesus, he could string words together like a poet which you weren’t expecting at all. As he spoke, your brain replayed those four hours as your eyes took in Eddie who had turned in his chair to give you more of his attention.

“Did you experience the same?”

“I did.”, Steve answers as he saunters around the corner and sits at the end of your lawn chair to light his own cigarette eliciting an eye roll from the other boy.

“I wasn’t asking you, Harrington, but good to know.”

As the man inhales and exhales, he stares off into the distance towards the skyline.

“I think that was genuinely the first time I felt happy…being on stage and playing that guitar… Then I saw you come in and I felt like I knew you.”

“Maybe in that universe we had passed by each other a few times before that night.”

Steve’s lips pout out as he shakes his head.

“Naw, it didn’t feel that way. Did it feel like that for you?”

“No.”

“Just no?”

“Jesus Christ! What do you both want from me?!”

“A straight fucking answer maybe.”, Eddie responds as you rise from your chair and toss the cigarette over the edge of the building.

“I don’t owe you anything especially an answer.”

As you start to head back inside the long-haired boy’s voice gives you pause.

“I still don’t think less of you for anything you’ve done. That’s one thing that version of me and I have in common.”

“I don’t either but I do want to know more.”

***

That morning you dragged your sleepy form to the cafeteria to grab some coffee and took a seat at a random table…or so you thought.

“Kinda starting to feel like you’re stalking me, sweetheart.”

“Jesus Christ.”, you sigh ignoring his breathy laugh as he continues to pick at the cereal in his bowl. “Why are you two even eating together? I thought you hated each other.”

“I mean, we’re going to be stuck together for a month. Might as well make the best of it.”, Steve shrugs as he sips from his own cup.

You take in his comment as your gaze shifts to the void in front of you. You had numerous dreams about them and a couple about Kallie that were making you feel a bit lonely. You could have some casual conversation. What could it hurt?

“I felt safe with you both. It was an intense emotion but I knew I could trust you. Which is weird because I don’t trust anyone except my sister.”

“Kallie.” You nod at Eddie’s answer surprised he even remembered. “Do you have that tattoo?”

“Yeah and in the same place.”

“It’s interesting what stays the same. My dad is still an asshole, Eddie was still living with his uncle, and you still lost your sister.”, Steve theorized as he casually continues to drink. “I’m sorry, honey. Maybe this universe today will be different.”

“Honestly…I don’t know what I’d do if I saw her face again.”

“Ok, guys.”, the doctor shouts as he claps his hands to get everyone’s attention. “We’re very excited about the second test to see what happens. It seems we had some positive experiences when it came to the first universe. We’re hoping for the same in this regard. Please, if you don’t mind, gather your dishes and place them on the counter so we can start heading to the vessels.”

“Pfft, if you don’t mind. Like we have a choice.”, Eddie snickers as he takes note that his comment made you smirk as well.

As you enter the experiment room, the three of you separate to go to your different pods where nurses do the same as they had before; making sure you were comfortable and getting your vitals.

“Alright, Y/N, ready for the pinch… Oh I know.”, she coos as you wince. “Dropping down in 3, 2, 1…”

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Everything was dark around you when you tried to open your eyes but couldn’t. The feeling of fear heavy in your heart as you listened to people whisper around you.

“Do you really think she’ll help save us?”

“Yeah, I mean she’s a part of his group so once he comes for her we can use her to have Harrington provide us with a cure.”

“If he has the cure than why hasn’t he done it already?”

“I don’t fucking know! Maybe he’s selfish like his father.”

The sound of your whine gives them pause as you try to break the bonds tied around your wrists keeping you fastened to the chair underneath you. They were using you to get to one of the men you loved.

If they’d remove the gag from your mouth you could tell them the truth; that he didn’t have a cure. If he had, he absolutely would have handed it over by now. You knew because you thought the same thing.

When you met him, you weren’t aware of what building you were in until you found him rummaging through his father’s desk. When you pulled your gun on him, he held up his palms in surrender insisting he wasn’t here to cause trouble. It took all your energy not to kill him right then and there but a red dot zeroed in on your chest forced you to pause.

The Harrington Virus was the reason your sister was taken from you, dying in your arms before she began to turn into a mindless flesh-eating corpse that you had to put down.

He told you then about how his father’s company had created a viral weapon to sell to the military but it backfired and ended the world. His parents went into hiding and he spent the last two years looking for a cure feeling strongly it had to be somewhere within his father’s things.

Over the last six months, you got to know him and his best friend he had been trying to survive with, falling in love with them and trying to help them save the world so to speak.

While out on a routine supply run, someone took you and here you were.

“Did you hear that?”, one of the men asked cocking his gun as you hear footsteps echo away from you.

Loud squelching noises make you jump as you prepare for the worst. Your body trembles in terror before the blindfold is removed from your eyes and you blink to adjust to the light around you.

“Everything’s ok, honey.”, Steve comforts as he takes the gag out of your mouth and begins untying you from the chair. Taking in your surroundings, both men who had kidnapped you were now dead with the man’s knife bloodied on the ground beside you. They had brought you to a warehouse of some kind but where you weren’t sure.

“Steve, you shouldn’t be here. They wanted you to come for me! We had a deal!”

“Yeah we did but I ignored it. We can fight about it later.”, he sasses as he grabs your hand and prepares to run before meeting another gun barrel in his face. “Tommy…good to see you again.”

The man growls as he hits Steve with the butt of his weapon and watches as he falls to the side.

“Good to see you to, Harrington. How’s your dad?”

“I wouldn’t know. He disappeared and didn’t feel the need to take me with him.”, the boy winces as he tries to stand but is pushed back down.

You step forward to help but Tommy turns the gun on you.

“Don’t move, Y/N. How could you do this? How could you side with him after what happened to Kallie?!”

“Don’t you dare talk about my sister!”

“She would be so ashamed of you! You said you were going to kill him and yet somehow you managed to fuck him. The first time we saw you two together while scouting we thought maybe you were just trying to get on his good side. Come to find out, no, you actually fucking love him!”

You see the glint of light near the ceiling and your sigh in frustration at both men’s stubbornness. As you hold your palm in the air, Tommy scans you over trying to get a read on what you’re doing.

“It’s not his fault, Tommy. I promise. These past 6 months we’ve been trying to track down Bill and any notes he had on a cure. We’ve come up with nothing.”

“That’s impossible! He can’t just fucking evaporate into thin fucking air, Y/N!”

“I know! But he will if you kill his son. If you kill him you’ll never have a chance!”

You see doubt flicker across his face for a split second before it hardens once more and raises his weapon in your direction.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice cracks as you close your eyes and close your fist above you. The second your fingertips make contact with the bottom of your hand, you hear a soft whooshing sound followed by a bullet hitting flesh and when you open your eyes again Tommy is dead on the ground in front of you. “You two are idiots.”, you scold as you lean forward to help Steve to his feet right as Eddie slides into view slinging his sniper rifle over his shoulder.

“Are you alright?”, the long-haired boy asks with concern as his fingers caress the scrapes on your skin.

“Yeah, come on. We have to go.”

The three of you run and skirt around the undead unseen back to the compound you called home.

***

“Ooooooow!”, Steve whines overdramatically as a girl pushes a bandage over the cut on his forehead.

“Oh, don’t be such a baby.”, she teases as she lightly taps his forehead and turns to work on you.

“I’m fine, Robin. Don’t waist the supplies.”

“I didn’t ask if you were fine, Y/N. I am designated nurse lady so let me at least look you over, please and thank you.”, she grins making you smile as well as you rolled your eyes.

The year you and Kallie were with Tommy and his group, you rarely smiled. Everything you two did there was to find the Harringtons and find a cure especially after Tommy’s girlfriend got infected. There was very little time for play or fun and your sister hated it. She always talked about leaving the group and heading off towards the beach with your back to the water.

You insisted on staying because you felt like you were close to the cure. Maybe if you had left Kallie would still be here…

When you joined Steve and Eddie at their base with the high school, everyone seemed so much more at ease. They worked together to get things done and made time to have fun which you didn’t realize you missed till your first night here.

“Ok, do you think any more of them will come back?”, Wayne asked at the desk just outside of the nurse’s office.

“I don’t know. Y/N always said Tommy was in charge so I guess it depends on who takes over and if they even want to bother.”, his nephew answers as they continue to look down at a map on the table.

“Well, we’ll continue to keep an eye out and I suggest Steve and Y/N don’t leave this place alone for any reason until we can confirm.”

“Can I shoot them in the legs if they do?”, Eddie jests as his best friend pushes him to the side lightly.

You feel all eyes in the room watch you as you silently leave the area and head to your shared room with the guys. The best part about being in a school was each classroom was utilized as a different room. This particular hallway was for bedrooms but soon you would have to open another with the more people you let in.

The generators kept the electricity running so you were able to have mini fridges and food in each area along with music and anything else you may need.

“Ok, we can fight about it now if you want.”, Steve announces as they both come in and shut the door.

Shaking off your jacket and tossing it aside you continue to ignore them as they do the same. Fashion was scarce in the apocalypse but goddamn did they look good. Steve always wore that brown leather military jacket he stole from a gun store nearby but depending on who he was meeting that day was what he wore underneath. For your rescue, jeans and a crisp black t-shirt with black running shoes were in order but if he was meeting a new member of the group or a group outside to do exchanges with he donned slacks and a button up shirt to look “presentable.”

Eddie never cared as long as he was comfortable. When you guys went out scavenging, if he found a band shirt he enjoyed he brought it back home with him wearing one of those with a pair of jeans or sweats and always having his DIO vest over that which he had modified himself to hold his sniper bullets should he need them.

Before you met them you knew about Eddie Munson but not enough to form an opinion. With Tommy, you had done research on Steve and he was flagged as an accomplice but deemed invaluable because there wasn’t much information on them together. When you and Kallie did stake outs, you saw them spend time together and watched him practice firing his weapon, surprised about how well he shot.

After coming here, you learned that his uncle had been in the military before he came to live with him and took him out to a range to show him how to shoot. Eddie himself signed up for service and did a tour labeled as the best sniper marksman in his unit. He had planned on doing another tour but while on leave the world ended.

Your eyes continue flick between them as Eddie leaned against the arm of the couch with his arms folded across his chest while Steve stood in front of you waiting for you to speak. Unable to find the words in that moment, you stepped forward and smacked him hard across the face.

“We had a deal. If anything ever happened to me; if I got kidnapped or was in a situation that was dangerous you would leave me behind because people on this earth and finding a cure was more important!”

“I made that deal for you but I’ve never liked it especially now.”

“Oh my God, Steve, you are so fucking selfish! We’ve come so close numerous times to finding an end to this! I’m just one person in a sea of others who need your help!”

“That’s how you see it. I don’t.”

“I don’t care! The world needs you!”

“The world may need me but I need you!”, he snaps, placing his hands on his hips as he exhales. “WE need you.”

“That’s…that’s not fair.”

“No, sweetheart. What’s not fair is making us choose. To us…you’re our world. We love you.”, Eddie adds softly as your eyes meet his. “Now, how about we stop pretending you’re sacrificing yourself for the world and be honest. You don’t want us coming to save you because you don’t want to be responsible for another death.”

“Even though we tell you time and time again that what happened with Kallie wasn’t your fault.”

Your jaw tightens as you glare at the wall.

“I got stuck in that building. I should have been the one…”

“No, baby, no. Your sister made her choice because she loved you. What happened wasn’t because of you or her. It happened because my father was greedy and helped create a weapon without knowing anything about it.”

Tears started to fall but as they stepped forward, you hastily ran out of the room.

***

“Hey, Y/N. Can you go the library for me and grab me a book about infections? I’m trying to read up on alternative remedies for green things.”

“Gross and you can’t get this, Rob, because…?”

“Because I asked you to.”

Laughing and patting her shoulder, you got to your feet as you headed away from the group in the cafeteria to make your way for the library to get what she needed. Part of the reason you put up with Robin’s sass is because she reminded of Kallie; 90% attitude and sarcasm with a kind, genuine heart.

As you opened the door music caught your attention as you stepped inside.

“Miss Y/L/N.”, Eddie smiled as he gestured towards the table that had a candle lit in the middle surround by cafeteria trays of food in front of three seats.

“I’m going to kill Robin.”

“Ah no you’re not.”, Steve teases as he takes your hand and guides you to your seat. “On our menu today, we have school lunch hamburgers with a side of fries and a can of soda Eddie brought back with him from his last supply run.”

“Aaaaaand…”, the long-haired boy sings as he reaches into his vest and pulls out the desert to display to you. “A chocolate cupcake.”

“Oh my god. What did I do to deserve this Michelin star meal?”, you joke with a smile.

“You’re you.”, Eddie grins as he reaches over to place his palm over yours. “And you went through a lot today. Not just with getting kidnapped but these were people you were with for over a year. They were family…”

“Kallie was family. You two…are my family.”, you sigh as you swallow the lump in your throat. “I’m sorry, I just—”

“Hey, no reason to apologize. You’re a stubborn hardass. We get that.”, Steve interrupts sarcastically, chuckling when you punch his arm. “If anyone gets that, honey, it’s us. I may help watch over those people out there but you both mean everything to me. I don’t know where I would be if…”

Your heart broke as you watched him shift into a memory he only spoke about a handful of times. When the virus broke out, he was at home but did what they rehearsed as a family and ran to his BMW to speed to the airport. His parent’s security stopped him as the helicopter flew over his head and neither of them even gave a cursory glance at their son as it flew away.

The area became over run and all Steve could do was sprint as he tried to remain in one piece. He was cornered at the high school and right as he thought he was about to die; gun fire went off before a ringed hand reached from behind a gate and yanked him inside.

Eddie had been with his uncle which he was thankful for as both men ran to the closest safe place they could find. Some of the nearby kids were hold up there and he did what he could to save them. Once it was cleared of the infected, he and Steve worked together to build their little community.

“I’m sorry, baby.”

Flashing you a big smile, he reaches for your hand and kisses the back as you three eat your meal. When you’re finished, Eddie beams your way mischievously and presses something behind him before a new song lightly flows through the room.

“Wise men say

Only fools, only fools rush in

Oh, but I, but I, I can't help falling in love with you.”

“You’re such a dork.”, you giggle as you take the hand he extends to you and guides you to your feet where you both lightly begin to sway.

“Shall I stay?

Would it be, would it be a sin?

If I can't help falling in love with you.”

“I was terrified when you didn’t come back.”, Eddie murmurs above you as you lay your head against his chest. “I tried picturing you as one of those things and I just… it killed me. When Steve got Tommy’s letter, I was relieved you weren’t dead but I was so angry…I wanted to burn that whole place to ground.”

As your gaze shifts to look at his face, you realize his eyes are glazed over as he simmers in his fury. Even though the world had ended, Eddie still carried PTSD from the time before. While he was a decorated soldier, during his tour he saw a lot of things he carried with him that had you holding him at night as he cried from a nightmare.

Zombies were one thing but men coming after him with weapons and intent was another.

“I love you, baby. I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere.”

Blinking back into the moment, he softly smiles before kissing your forehead and spinning you into Steve’s awaiting arms.

“Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things, you know, are meant to be.”

“I don’t know what we’d do without you, honey. Jesus, wait until we tell our children we met their mom when she pointed a gun in my face.”, he chuckles as he playfully dips you.

As your face falls, he wraps his arms tightly around you.

“Take my hand

Take my whole life too

For I can"t help falling in love with you.”

“We’re going to figure this out, Y/N. Whether it be a cure or a safe place in this chaos, we’ll get everything in order and start a family.”

Tilting your head back, his lips land softly on yours as his kisses slowly get more passionate.

“Wait…what if someone…comes in here.”, you pant making him smile as his thumbs caress your cheek.

“I’ve booked this suite all night, baby. It’s just you, me, and Eddie till morning.”

After quick peck again, you fall to your knees and fumble with his belt as he removes his shirt above you. As soon as his cock springs free, your lips wrap around it as he places his hand on your head to guide you.

“God, Y/N. That feels so fucking good.”

Reaching behind you, the long-haired boy laughs knowing what you’re looking for as he comes closer and pushes down his sweats. Both men groan and exhale heavily as your mouth switches between them while pumping your hand to spread your saliva along their shaft.

“Come here, sweetheart.”, Eddie breathily instructions as he jumps up on to one of the tables and helps you out of your jeans and panties before guiding you till you were straddling his waist.

After lifting off his own shirt, you couldn’t help but kiss along the scars on his chest like you always did as he petted your head. He had so many old wounds from battles he didn’t talk about; war, the apocalypse, his father when he was growing up.

Eddie gave you the baseline of information. When his mother went missing he cried every day but his father didn’t care, hurting him over and over till he was arrested. One day overseas a bomb went off knocking him back and causing the little cuts on his stomach. Before he ran with Wayne, the trailer park was over run and he smashed out a car window to hot wire it so they could get away.

Each scar had a different story but they made up the man he was and you loved every part of him.

You felt safe with him; both of them.

“F-Fuck, princess.”, Eddie mewled as your gradually descended on to his length.

Cupping your face in his hands, he tenderly trailed kisses from your forehead to your lips.

Feeling Steve’s large palms on your ass, you lifted up to allow him more access as he carefully guided his own cock into your hole.

You would never get used to the full feeling of them both inside you but just like out in the world, in the bedroom you felt safe.

Between their bodies, nothing else mattered.

You could see the stars, heaven, and even the future. A future with no virus, smiling kids, and happy home filled with hope. No more nightmares or screams. Just peace.

“Hey, hey. A-are you ok? Are we hurting you?”, Steve asked as Eddie whipped the tears that had begun to fall.

“No…I just love you both… so much.”

Grinning they kiss a random part of your body as they begin thrusting into you again at a steady pace.

“We love you to, baby. Mmph— everything’s ok.”

“We love you.”, Eddie repeated as his jaw fell open in a silent moan. “You feel so good.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you clung to him as they found a faster rhythm allowing their cocks to hit every sensitive spot inside of you roughly.

“Cum, baby. You can do it, honey. That’s it.”, Steve coaxed as your body shook and the coil snapped. “Atta girl. That’s our beautiful girl. Shit.”, he grunted as his hips sloppily slammed his release into your behind.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Up, Y/N.”, Eddie lightly commanded but the other boy took the initiative, lifting you off his friend’s dick and allowing you to tilt over him as you bobbed your head, catching his release on your tongue as it spurts down your throat. “Mmph—good girl. Good girl.”

You giggle as Steve pulls you down the floor and you utilize his arm as a pillow while the long-haired boy hops down to snuggle you to his chest.

“We got you one more thing.”

“Why?”, you blush as you listen to his strained groan while reaching for his bag above his head.

“Because we love you. Unless you don’t want it. I can take it back to the store and—” His grin grows as you lightly smack his arm and Eddie chuckles behind you.

As soon as everyone calms down, he produces a small diamond ring that has you smirking his way.

“What’s that?”

“A ring.”

“For what?”

“For you.”, the other boy answers. “If you want it, that is.”

You can’t help but blink as you sit up and they follow.

“I don’t understand.”

“Yes, you do.”, Steve replies way too calmly. He was definitely meant to be a leader. “You’re just scared.”

“I am not. What on earth do I have to be afraid of?”

“Besides the ever-present doom of the end of the world?”, Eddie jokes as he leans back on his palms. “Maybe losing us…like you did Kallie… Trust me, babe. I was a solider. I understand that fear better than most.”

“So do I. My parents abandoned me in the middle of all this.”, Steve gestures around him. “I watched them fly away while people around me were dying but, honey, you can’t live your life in fear…especially this one. We could be gone at any second and if anything happened to me than I’d want my last memories to be a full life with you and my best friend.”

After thinking for a moment, you casually take the ring from his hand and pretend to inspect it.

“I think when you give a girl something like this you’re supposed to ask her a specific question.”

They both laugh as they grab each one of your hands.

“Honey, I’ve been love you since I met you. You’re smart, sweet, and so fucking beautiful. The first time I held you I knew I’d never let you go. Will you marry me?”

Cupping your cheek, Eddie turned you to face him.

“I don’t trust many people but when I saw you running around that building trying to sneak up on Steve I knew you were special.”, he chuckles as you laugh at the memory. “I love your sarcasm and your strength and you motivate me to open my heart not just to you but people around me. You make me a better man, sweetheart. Will you marry me?”

Before you can answer, Dustin busts through the library doors as they pull a blanket over your lower half to cover you.

“Henderson! Rude, man—”

“Steve, something… you need to come…now…”, the boy panted.

Noting his genuine concern, both men pulled up their pants and began to follow.

“Stay here.”

“That’s cute you think I’d listen to that.”, you answer his command sarcastically as you tug up your own jeans and push past them to see what’s going on.

As you enter a hallway by the doors, you see Robin running around a woman on the floor trying to assess her wounds as she tries to catch her breath.

“H-H-Harrington. I need…Harrington…”

When Steve steps through the crowd, her eyes widen as she forces herself off the floor and limps to him, collapsing in his arms as he catches her.

“Y-Your father…I escaped…I found…help…”

“I don’t understand.”

Swallowing in frustration, she extends her palm and hands him a crumbled-up piece of paper.

“C-C-Cure.”

His amber eyes widen as he twists his head to meet your own irises as your mouth falls open in shock behind the long-haired man who insisted on keeping you behind him to keep you safe.

The woman notices as her bottom lip trembles and extends her arm to reach for him.

“Eddie?”, she whispers.

The man scans her over again before kneeling beside his friend to take her hand in his.

“Mom?”, his voice cracks at the realization. “What…where have you—”

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Muffled screaming is the first thing you hear as your eyes snap open and the pod door slowly slides out.

“Everything’s alright, Miss Y/N, I’m going to—no! Please don’t do this again!”

You ignore the nurse as you swing your legs over and promptly go on the hunt for Eddie. That feeling you had in the universe was still heavy in your heart; that worry for him as soon as he knelt down.

The people around you were crying and still trying to catch their bearings as nurses tried to calm them.

“Zombies were everywhere! They had us cornered!”

“My wife was trying to kill me!”

“I swear I could feel their teeth!”

A hand suddenly intertwined with yours, tugging you forward out of the room and down the hallway. Steve’s head was on a swivel as he searched for the other boy but you couldn’t take your eyes off him as that air of confidence from the other universe still seemed to cling to him as that rush of safety washed over you.

“Ed?”

At his soft worried tone, your gaze shifted as you both entered the dorms and saw the man before you pacing as his chest heaved in what looked like anger.

“Everything’s ok, Munson.”

“Everything is NOT ok.”, he growled. “Did you see her, Steven? She was in so much pain and needed help… and why was she talking about your dad?!”

“I-I don’t know. That’s not me and even if it was that Steve felt just as confused—”

“BULLSHIT!”, Eddie screamed as he lurched toward him and shoved him against the wall. “My uncle and dad worked for your father’s company in this universe! If Bill did something to her in that other one…”

“Eddie, I swear on my life, I have no idea what my father does with his business but I’m sure he wouldn’t be responsible for what happened to your mother.”

“What did happen?”, you ask making the long-haired boy jump, forgetting you were even there.

“She died…cancer…what was odd though was she had no family history of it.”, he rumbled as his angry eyes focused on Steve’s.

“So…this was the first time you saw here in a while…?”

The man’s voice shook as he answered your question.

“Since I was six…”

“Eddie…I don’t know much about either of you in this world but so far in both Steve’s father has been an asshole who abandoned his son. 2 for 2 says a lot…which makes me think that in this universe here, it’s most likely the same.” Steve’s eyes flutter slightly at your assessment as the other man’s grip around him loosens. “Whatever Bill Harrington is involved in…I don’t think he’d have his son help or know about it and not because he doesn’t want him to get in trouble.”

“My dad has told me numerous times I’d never live up to our name.”, the man whispers. “I’m so sorry, Ed. I swear if I knew anything I’d tell you. I’d have told you a long time ago.”

Eddie snickers as he steps back.

“When? When you were ignoring me or when your friends were calling me a freak? You always treated me like I was beneath you especially at school because only you rich pricks should have been there according to you. Us kids of employees should have been relegated to some cheap public school, remember?” Steve’s jaw tightens as his eyes flick to you before finding the boy’s again. “Which is why I don’t FUCKING UNDERSTAND why 2 for 2 you and I are friends and fucking THIS girl.”, he shouts as he gestures towards you.

“Don’t look at me. I don’t get it either.”, you growl as you fold your arms defiantly.

“You HAVE to know us or even one of us.”, Steve insists. “You come from money right? Have I seen you or something at a party or a charity thing? Anything?”

“First off, fuck you. Second, I don’t come from money. My father’s side does.”

“Our private school has your last name.”

“No, it has my great grandfather’s last name. That doesn’t mean I know you.”

“Jesus, you’re really fucking stubborn.”

“I don’t know why you’re quizzing me! I’m just as confused as you! Look, I just came in here to make sure Eddie was ok and now I regret it. This is why I didn’t want to make friends or whatever.”

“Because they die or leave?”

Your eyes narrow towards the long-haired boy as you glare his way.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. In both universes, you talked about your sister and how you were afraid of us leaving you. Whether that be through judgement or death. In the first one your boyfriend cheated and then in this one your ‘family’ kidnapped and scolded you for your choice. Is it the same in this universe? Are you afraid if you make friends with anyone you’ll end up alone again?”

“Fuck you, Eddie.”

“What happened to Kallie?”

“None of your fucking business!”

As you start to walk away, Eddie grabs your arm to pull you back and in return you smack him. He doesn’t say a word as his grip on your bicep slides to your wrist and his head hangs.

“I’m sorry. You’re right…it’s none of our business. Just…seeing my mom and then feeling everything that other Eddie felt.”

“I understand.”, you sigh as you lean your forehead on his. “It lingers…the feelings…”

“We never got an answer.”, Steve murmurs causing you both to look his way. “We asked you to marry us. That Steve seemed confident and smooth but he was really fucking nervous to ask you that.”

“So was Eddie. He…you made him feel like he wasn’t just a robot who could wield a gun. You gave him hope. Hope for a future that he struggled to believe in.”

As the feelings and their words overwhelmed you, you tried to leave again but his hand kept you in place and Steve came up behind you till his chest was against your back.

“Please, don’t go.”

Eddie’s shoulders shook as he began to cry and as your arms wrapped around him, he rested his face into the nook of your neck as he clung to you, holding you tightly to his chest.

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beanghostprincess · 2 years ago

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Your post about Shanks ‘babysitting’ Yassop is so cute 😭💕 This literally gave me a thought about Shanks knowing Zeff and his little precious eggplant (Sanji)

Like, the Red Head Pirates goes to the Baratie and meet the chef, Red Leg Zeff, who has his adopted son in the ship. The little boy is respectfull and always wants to help. And Shanks just- starts to talk and play with the boy. They come to the restaurant often because of how much good the food is and everytime, Shanks plays with the kid.

Zeff also talks A LOT about his son, pround of how he is good at cooking and fighting. The Red Head Pirates ends up don't going to the Baratie for like, 2 or 3 years, and when they come again, Shanks notice the boy isn't there, Zeff tells Sanji is in the crew of some rubber boy with a Straw Hat and Shanks is like "THIS BOY IS MY SON-!" and they start to talk about everything who happened.

Bonus: Zeff starts to talk about some boy who Sanji talks a lot in the letters and Yassop, who is near to them, just yells "THIS KID YOU'RE SAYING IS MY SON" and turns out they discover that the kids of all of them are in the same crew.

THIS IS SO FUNNY AND SO SWEET AT THE SAME TIME I AM DYING JKESBFSJKDBFKJDBF PROUD DADS!!!!!!! PROUD DADS!!!!!!!!!!!

Shanks: Where's your little cook? I wanted to have one of his dishes. He's getting better than you, old man. Zeff: Watch your words or I might kick you out of here. And he's not so little anymore, he's nineteen. Shanks: HE'S WHAT???? Benn: Sometimes, when years pass, people grow up. If you weren't sure- Shanks: Haha. So funny. Okay! So where is that young man? Zeff: Ugh- New pirate took him with him. See the world and shit. To find the All Blue, he said. Shanks: Look who's following his father's steps! You must be proud, huh? You'll never say it, but I know! A father always knows. And who's that new pirate around? Wouldn't hurt to know. Zeff: Strange kid. Says he wants to find the One Piece. Devil fruit user. Rubbery body. Straw hat? Reminded me of you. Luf- Shanks: LUFFY! THAT'S MY KID! Benn: He's not your son. Shanks: HE'S SORT OF SOMETHING LIKE MY KID!

And then they stay there for a long time, the Red Hair pirates enjoying the food while Shanks and Zeff have this conversation close to them. That's when Zeff talks about what he knows about his son's crew, because Shanks literally knows nothing besides the basics and what Mihawk told him about Zoro. (Making this about Sanuso because you can't say that Sanji talks a lot about Usopp and not expect me to write it like this).

Zeff: Kid got himself an interesting team. Green-haired guy that almost gets himself killed. Idiot. Eggplant hates his guts, or so he says, but he has never been too good at hiding shit so it's obvious he cares about the swordsman. He talks about a girl too. Loves her. Believes he's gonna marry her. Most precious thing in the world, he says. A treasure of navigator, apparently. Usually, he's annoying when it comes to women, but this is too much even for him. Shanks: Oh! Young love! Are you sure she isn't the reason why he joined them? Zeff: Nah, it was your kid. He's persuasive. And I wouldn't call it love. At least not with her. Shanks: Care to explain? Zeff: Lil cook talks about a young man. A sniper. He's... Fond of him. I don't know how to explain it, but I know him. There's just something about the letters... Heck, I don't even know what I'm saying anymore. But Eggplant and this kid, Usopp- Shanks: WHAT?! YASOPP! Yasopp: WHAT DO YOU WANT??? Shanks: YOUR KID'S DATING LIL COOK Yasopp: Wait what- (basically falls off the chair) WHAT?! Is he in his crew? Is he alright? Is he as cool as me? Of course he is! Wait, did you say something about dating? Zeff: They're not dating. Yasopp: Of course Usopp would date a cook, he has always loved food- Shanks: Yes, because when you left the only thing the kid could do was eat- Yasopp: Shut up! Is he alright, red leg? What does your kid say in the letters?

And they spend like, hours talking about them together, being all proud of their children <3

#i had to make it sanuso yes i am sorry #i always do this lmao #ANYWAY THE POINT IS #this is the cutest thing ever and shanks with kids always makes me so soft #one piece #red haired shanks #yasopp #benn beckman #red leg zeff #black leg sanji #usopp #monkey d. luffy #sanuso

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cheeeryos · 3 months ago

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top five Sports Moments

oh god ok forgive me for the person I am about to become...you know I had to take my time with this one to put together a highlight reel. just call me sportscenter.

(sorry all u tumblrinas who think you're above this shit, I feel so sad for you that you don't understand emotional catharsis or don't like dramatic narrative climaxes or can't appreciate joyful moments of human connection or whatever 🙄)

5. illini march madness 2005 comeback against arizona. 15 points down with a couple mins to go, and they come back to win in OT.

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4. usa vs mexico 2002 world cup. now cheeryos, you might say, wouldn't you rather talk about the women's team who are actually, you know, successful? great question. see, the thing about me is I'm a sucker for an underdog. usa women's soccer has never been the underdog. otoh, the men are pathetic and they're never gonna win anything and that's why I keep getting conned back into this shit. ANYWAYS here's the origin of dos a cero, in the game that turned young cheeryos into a sports fan.

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3. tinker to evers to chance bryant to rizzo for the first cubbies world series win in 108 years!! even though both my grandparents had passed by then and didn't get to see it. what a team, what a moment 💙💙💙

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2. miracle nats in 2019 going from nearly worst in the league to world series champs. the baby shark rallies, the dugout dance parties, the whitest man you've ever seen singing and twerking to reggaton in the locker room...everything about this season was magic. good vibes only!!! outwitting a bunch of cheaters was an extremely funny cherry on top. here's howie kendrick's game seven CLANG homer off of houston's foul pole:

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1. the entire 2018 caps playoff run, culminating in the most romantic moment in history. I had to defend my dissertation during the CBJ series and was in a fugue state of exhaustion that entire spring, so watching each successive game was like something out of someone else's life. it was incomprehensible. dc teams don't win things. they certainly don't beat the penguins in the playoffs, and if they do, they don't KEEP ON WINNING.

I could have chosen so many things to highlight. DSP turning into an elite sniper? The Save? the weeks of joyful drunken mischief the team got up to in the city that summer after the win? but considering how close we are to another extremely important milestone, I am gonna focus the highlight reel on ovi:

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if u look real hard in that extremely brief shot of the crowd of fans in the streets maybe u will spot me :)

#ask game #truly sorry for this and I'm not even gonna mention how much I restrained myself from writing Actual Essays #top five

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haveatthee83 · 11 months ago

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Under My Skin (Monkey D. Luffy/Reader) 6/7

Inspo: Under My Skin by Jukebox the Ghost

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Word Count: ~6.0k

18+ MINORS DNI

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, cursing, discussion of death and dead relatives, Cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected sex, riding, aftercare.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The Straw-Hats were following the log you had found closely, running into little hints of Roger around every corner. You and Luffy were together, everyone knew it, you didn’t hide it, and you were happy…however, one night you were in the women’s quarters with Robin and Nami and Usopp, having a little ‘girl’s night’. Usopp counts, partially because he has such good gossip all the time, true gossip mind you and partially because he had started this little tradition with Nami before any other girls joined the crew.

You four sat on the fluffy rug, one of your records playing softly in the background. You all had different face masks on and were munching on some snacks you and Sanji had made for the night. You were playing a game of Never Have I Ever, taking sips out of your drink if you had done ‘it’.

“Never have I ever…” Usopp thought carefully, “dyed my hair.” He said with a shrug. “Lame.” Nami droned, taking a sip.

You and Robin thought about it, Robin deciding that she hadn’t and you tentatively taking a drink. “My brother put blue hair dye in my shampoo and conditioner one time.” You explained to soft laughter.

“Okay, my turn,” Nami said, sitting up straighter, “Never have I ever…hmm…Oh!” she snapped with a mischievous grin, “Never have I ever slept with someone on this ship.” She said victoriously. You all looked around at each other and Robin rolled her eyes and drank. Nami said your name confused, “Luffy’s on the ship, ding dong.” She teased.

You shrugged and shook your head, “I haven’t.” you said simply.

The girlies around you all looked at you in various states of confusion, Usopp choking a bit on the popcorn he had been munching on.

“Really?” Nami asked in disbelief, “But you two are like-like all over each other all the time.” She stammered. ‘Luffy kinda made it seem like they hadn’t but I thought it was just him being…him.’

You and Luffy were no strangers to PDA, far from it. That man always needs a piece of his body in contact with you. If you two were in the same room, he would be holding your hand, sitting you in his lap, hugging you from behind, kissing your cheek when he passed you by. He couldn’t have cared less if anyone had a problem with it either, often ignoring jeers and scolding from the crew, waving off their teasing and just continuing. It wasn’t ever inappropriate by any means, all innocent touches and simple affection, it was however…constant. You had no problem with this, loving that you get to touch him and see him as much as you wanted.

“We just haven’t.” you said, reaching for a few pretzels, “He hasn’t expressed any want to yet, and I’m not gonna make him do anything that’ll make him uncomfortable. It’s not like he’s dated a bunch of girls before or anything, you know?” you continued, munching on a few of the pretzels you grabbed, “I wanna let him pick the pace of things, and I’ll follow his lead.” You explained with a smile.

Usopp and Nami shared a look before frowning, remembering a conversation the two had had with their captain, earlier that day.

“I have a question.” Luffy asked, approaching the table his navigator and sniper were talking and tinkering at. Nami and Usopp looked up from their respective work and nodded for him to go on, confused, “How do you like…” He hesitated, ears red, “know if someone wants to um…” he trailed off, clearing his throat.

“Spit it out.” Nami said, “We can’t answer if we don’t know what you’re asking.”

Luffy nodded before sitting at the table, picking up a stray bolt and fiddling with it as he spoke, “How do you know if someone wants to have sex with you.” He spat out, ignoring his burning hot cheeks.

Nami and Usopp sputtered and flailed like the ship had been hit by a cannonball. Luffy shrank into himself a bit, embarrassed, “Sorry, it’s stupid.” He muttered, getting up to leave.

“No! It’s okay!” Nami exclaimed, grabbing Luffy by his sleeve and dragging him back down into his seat, “You just took us by surprise!” she assured.

Usopp nodded, “You don’t really…talk about this stuff.” He shrugged, “Frankly, I kinda thought you didn’t think about, that.”

“I mean, you didn’t even blink when Boa Hancock was trying to marry you.” Nami chuckled.

“Well, I do.” Luffy huffed, “I just-I don’t know what I’m doing, and I don’t wanna mess stuff up, and she hasn’t i-initiated anything,” He explained. “Like what if she doesn’t want me…like that? Like I want her?”

Usopp and Nami shared a look, “Don’t worry about that.” Nami assured with a smile, “Trust me.”

Luffy gawked, “How do you know?”

The pair took some time walking Luffy through how to tell if you were attracted to him, giving example after example.

“I’m pretty sure he’d be down.” Usopp chittered, kicking his feet out and into Nami’s lap. “He might just be a little nervous.”

You shrugged, “Like I said, I’ll let him set the pace.” You said with a resolute nod, “Besides, he might not even want to. Now,” you changed the subject, “Never have I ever…”

Later that night, Usopp had to go back to the men’s quarters after you all started to fall asleep. He crept into the room, navigating around the beds until he found where his captain was sleeping. Usopp quickly covered Luffy’s mouth and pinched his nose to wake him up. Luffy’s eyes shot open, and he smacked at Usopp’s hands.

“What the hell are you doing?” Luffy whispered.

Usopp glowered, “You have to make the first move.”

“What?”

“She’s waiting on you to make the first move, that’s why she hasn’t tried anything.” Usopp whispered, patting Luffy’s chest with a smile.

Luffy watched as Usopp slid into his own bed with a bewildered expression, ‘She’s waiting for me? Huh.’

A few days passed without any advancements, the two of you carrying on as normal, neither of you bringing up your conversations from your ‘girl’s night’.

You were sat on the lawn deck, as you two often were, Luffy leant up against one of the trees, you sat between his legs, wrapped up in his arms. You rested your head on Luffy’s shoulder, pointing out different constellations for him, “That one is supposed to be of the Sun God, Nika,” you whispered, tracing the shape for Luffy. “And that’s one of the giant birds that helped pull the islands out of the sea, and that one,” you said, “is the boar that dug out the canyon on my island.” You explained with a giggle.

Luffy hugged you close and set his chin in the crook of your neck, breathing in the fresh scent of your shampoo, “You’re so cool,” he muttered, laying a quick kiss onto your shoulder, making you laugh, “and pretty,” another kiss, “and nice,” another, “and you’re all mine.” He whispered, turning your face to where he could lock his lips with yours, sighing into the kiss.

“All yours,” you muttered against his lips, nipping at his bottom lip and running a hand up into his hair.

Luffy chuckled into the kiss and pinched your side, “No biting.” He laughed out.

“C’mon,” you muttered as you pulled back, “It’s not like you don’t bite me.” you teased, running your free hand over his arm that he had wrapped around your middle. “Why can’t I?”

“I think I like it too much, makes my head go all fuzzy,” Luffy admitted, squeezing you tighter.

You giggled, dragging one of his hands up to your face, playing with his fingers, “That’s not a bad thing to me.” You chirped, planting a kiss on his palm.

Luffy’s ears ran hot as he watched you, noting that from this angle, he could see right down your tank top, the very top of your bra peeking out, making him swallow dryly. ‘Would now be a good time?’

“C’mon, pretty girl,” Luffy muttered in your ear, the hand you weren’t holding sliding over your stomach, slipping under the hem of your shirt, running over the soft skin he found there, “don’t start things you don’t wanna finish.” He chuckled, laying a soft kiss on your shoulder, enjoying the heat that radiated off of your face.

You smiled shyly, grabbing both of Luffy’s hands in yours, threading your fingers together, “Who said I wouldn’t want to?” you whispered, squeezing his hands. Luffy grinned into your skin, “Completely unrelated,” you lilted sarcastically, “I’m kinda in the mood for a bath.” You finished with a cheeky smile.

“Boo.” Luffy whined, not picking up on your hint, “Do it later. I wanna keep cuddling with ya.” He said with a comical pout.

“Or” you started, craning your neck a bit to whisper in his ear, “You could join me.” You chimed, walking your fingers up one of his arms, “We could cuddle in there,” you suggested before mumbling, “and other things.”

Luffy grinned and laid a quick kiss to your neck, “Lead the way, pretty girl.”

You hurriedly rushed to your feet, grabbing your hat from the ground, and hoisted Luffy up. You led the way to the bathroom, hand in hand, giggles and pattering feet the only thing that could be heard in the quiet night, with stolen kisses and little touches the whole way.

When you reached the bathroom door, you scanned the area a bit before slipping into the room, quickly dragging Luffy into the bathing room, locking the door behind you. You dropped your hat on the ground and wrapped your arms back around Luffy’s neck, him holding you around the waist, your back pressed against the tiled wall.

“Mind helping me get ready for my bath?” you teased, kicking off your boots, “I think I need a bit of help.” You said with a laugh. Luffy snickered and shook his head, quickly pressing his lips to yours. His thumbs slipped under the hem of your tank top, stroking the skin there. He felt your tongue flick out, quickly running over his lips and he eagerly opened his mouth, happy that you advanced the kiss. You let out a low moan as his tongue ran across your own, making a flash of heat go through Luffy’s body.

You ran your hands down his neck and under his open red shirt, trying to usher it off his shoulder. Luffy took the hint, dragging it off of him, lips never leaving yours, dropping it onto the floor before immediately returning his hands to your hips, one of them shoving the fabric up. You pulled away briefly to draw the shirt off, placing pecks on his lips the whole time, never disconnected for long. Luffy let out a shaky breath at the sight of you, his fingers twitching, he wanted to do so many things all at once that he didn’t know where to start, he was frozen.

“Whatcha need, baby?” you whispered, holding his face, running your thumbs across his cheeks, “Wanna stop?”

Luffy shook his head vigorously, making you laugh, “I just don’t know what to do next.” He admitted, his face feeling hot under your palms.

You smiled softly, “Do you want to touch me? Or do you want me to touch you?” you asked, running your hands down his scarred chest.

His eyes practically devoured you, pupils blown wide, “Wanna touch you.” He whispered. You nodded and grabbed his wrists, placing his hands just under the cups of your bra, encouraging him to explore. “What do I do?” he breathed out; his shaky touch gentle against your skin.

“Feel around, see what you like,” you muttered, “You could take off my bra if you want, too.”

Luffy swallowed his nerves and started to run his hands over your stomach, making you hold back laughter around some ticklish spots. He took in every inch of you that he could, watching the way your skin moved around his grip and the way you shivered around certain spots. “So pretty.” He muttered, running his hands over the cups of your bra, accidentally stroking over your nipples, making you gasp a little. His eyes shot up to yours, looking for any sign that he’d done something wrong.

“Keep going,” you breathed out, “feels good.”

Luffy nodded, testing the feeling of your breasts in his hands, getting a feel for the pliability and weight. “How do I take this thing off?” he muttered, mostly to himself.

You smiled and turned around, pointing at the hooks in the middle of your back, also giving Luffy a nice view of your ass through your jean shorts. “You just gotta pull the hooks off the loops, like this,” you explained, showing him how. When it was disconnected, you held the cups to your chest and turned back around, your ass brushing against his crotch, making him let out a breathy moan. “Now, you just gotta take it off my arms,” you purred, “You wanna do it?”

With an eager nod, Luffy reached up and quickly guided the bra off your arms, his breath knocked out of him as he took in your bare torso. Without even thinking, he grabbed two handfuls of your boobs. You groaned and threaded your fingers in Luffy’s hair as he dove in to kiss and bite at the crook of your neck, “Wanna eat you up,” he teased, running his thumbs over your pebbling nipples, “So pretty.” He whispered, running his tongue over a bite that made you cry out. You moaned and squeezed your thighs together, trying to fight back some of the burning desire pooling there. “What’s that?” he asked, pointing his chin down, “Why’d you do that?”

Your face burned, but you explained, “You’re making me feel good,” you started, twirling one of his curls around your finger, “Making me want to have you touch me down there, but I want you to do what you want, and you look like you’re having fun up here.” Luffy flushed and pulled back in your arms, gaze flicking between your eyes and where your thighs still clenched together.

‘Worth a shot.’ He thought to himself before reaching down to cup your sex over your clothes, making you gasp out a moan at the feeling of your shorts’ seam against your clit, “Now what?” he asked through giggles at your embarrassed expression.

“God, you’re forward.” You whispered, reaching a hand down to guide his hand to your waistband, “It’s easier if you take these off first.” You huffed, helping him yank down your shorts and underwear in one fell swoop. The man in front of you took in your completely bare form with awe, running his hands along your bare hips and thighs, squeezing at the plush around there.

Luffy grabbed your jaw and all but smashed his lips to yours, meeting you with an open-mouthed kiss, moaning into your mouth. You kissed back with fervor, running your hands over his strong arms. Luffy tentatively reached a hand down, cupping you again, surprised to feel wetness down there, making your folds slippery, Luffy pulled back from the kiss and looked at the substance on his fingers, “What’s this?”

You covered your face with your hands, “That means I’m-I’m enjoying what you’re doing.” You explained simply, and you swear a few flames lit up off of your shoulders when you saw him nod before sticking his fingers into his mouth, “Luffy, oh my god.”

Luffy thought for a minute, bobbing his head side to side, “Not bad.” He said, diving his hand back in where he had it, feeling around, trying to familiarize himself with the unfamiliar territory, quirking a brow at a loud moan that came out of you when he ran his fingers along this little nub at the top. He ran a few experimental circles around it with his fingers, surprised to find you biting back moans and your knees shaking, your thighs clamping down around his fingers. “Is that good?” he asked, doing it again.

“Really good,” you moaned breathily, wrapping your arms back around his shoulders, laying kisses up and down Luffy’s neck, moaning and biting into his skin as he continued, definitely leaving a few hickies behind. “You can-can put your fingers in-inside.” You huffed out, trying not to whine. Luffy nodded with determination, sliding his fingers back a bit, finding your fluttering entrance, carefully sliding a finger inside, moaning at the warm, wet feeling. “This helps make it easier when you wanna fuck me,” you gasped out, reaching down to palm Luffy’s hard cock through his pants, drawing out a low moan from him. He rested his forehead against your shoulder, huffing as you gently squeezed. “You can put in another finger,” you groaned, stroking Luffy through his pants.

Luffy complied through the haze of pleasure, sliding his ring finger in alongside his middle, up to the knuckle. You sighed at the stretch, and you could both feel your walls fluttering around his fingers. “Move em, please.” You babbled. Luffy swallowed a lump in his throat and started stroking your walls, in and out, changing angles and speed as you started breathing harder and faster, unable to stop little whines and moans from slipping through your lips. You ran your hands all over his torso, at one point making him yelp as you gripped at his ass over his pants. “Sorry.” You huffed out a laugh, “You’ve got a nice ass though.” You muttered, running your lips over his collar bone.

“Thanks,” Luffy chuckled, reaching his free hand around and taking a handful of one of yours, “I like yours better.” He said with a smirk, relishing as you moaned into his clavicle at a change in pattern of his fingers inside you.

“Faster,” you gasped, “Just a little faster.” Luffy obliged and nudged your head with his, making you drag your head up so he could meet you with a sloppy kiss, his tongue tangled with yours. Soon after, your moans got a little louder and more frequent, your grip on his shoulders tightening, and your walls fluttering more around his fingers. All at once you whined loudly, pulling away from the kiss, your whole body twitched and your thighs clamped closed around his hand, and he watched as your eyes rolled back into your head, the whole spectacle making his poor cock absolutely ache.

“What was that?” Luffy asked eagerly, “I liked it.”

You huffed as you caught your breath, “That’s called an orgasm, Luffy.” You said with a bit of a laugh, “It feels really good.”

Luffy nodded, “That’s what that’s called then.” He muttered to himself. You knit your brows together in confusion, “I know some things. I mean, I am a pirate.” He teased with a grin and a quick thrust of his fingers back up into you, making you yelp with a moan.

“What else do you know?” you purred.

“I can show you.” Luffy muttered, backing away, guiding you to sit on the edge of the tub. When you were sat and comfortable, Luffy knelt in front of you, making your face run hot all over again. “I haven’t tried this, of course, but I’ve heard about it, so tell me what’s good and what’s not.” He spoke with caution, stroking your bare thighs as you spread them for him before he hooked one of your knees over his shoulder. He tentatively brought his face to your dripping cunt, his mouth watering as he mapped things out in his mind.

“You sure you wanna-?” you were cut off as Luffy dove in, licking a wide stripe up the length of your vulva, making you grip at his hair when he swirled his tongue around your clit, and he moaned at the taste.

‘I hope she likes this, cause this might be one of my new favorite things.’

You bit your lip and tugged gently at his hair, “Why are you so good at this stuff?” you whined, rolling your hips against his face. “I thought you said you hadn’t done any of this before?” you asked through breathy laughter.

Luffy pulled back just enough to talk, replacing his tongue with his free hand, “I haven’t.” he said, licking his glistening lips, “I’m just listening to you. I’m doing what makes you and me feel good.” he pecked at your thigh that he held before returning his tongue between your folds. You bit back a loud groan as he ventured his tongue inside you, licking at your sweet walls.

You sighed and scratched at his scalp, raking your nails through his curls. “Feels amazing,” you moaned softly, matching his tongue’s movements with your hips.

Luffy’s tongue reached deep into you, loving the feeling of you wrapped around the muscle. He wanted to make you orgasm again, and remembering how much you’d enjoyed it before, he reached his free hand up and drew tight circles around your clit with his thumb. You felt it creep up on you, the coil wrapping tighter and tighter in your stomach. As Luffy’s tongue reached a new spot inside you, it all immediately unraveled, and you slapped a hand over your mouth to keep down any loud sounds. Luffy reveled in the way your body shook, almost laughing as your thighs tried to clamp around his head. ‘New earmuffs.’ He thought cheekily. He didn’t stop though, trying to lick up every drop of your arousal, making you oversensitive, forcing you to pull him away from you by his hair.

He just looked up at you with mischievous eyes as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, “Something wrong?” he teased.

You narrowed your eyes as you recovered from the onslaught, still holding his curls, “Sit down.” You said, “My turn.”

Luffy grinned up at you with wide eyes, “Can do!” he exclaimed, plopping onto his butt in front of you on the tiled floor.

You smiled and crawled up to him, giving him a slow kiss as you fiddled with his waistband. You had just reached your tongue out across his own when you slipped your hand into his pants, grabbing onto his shaft, smiling as he let out a low moan.

He quickly helped you drag his pants and underwear off, and you tossed them into a random corner of the room. When you were given complete access to his naked body you shivered with anticipation, pulling back from the kiss so you could take him all in. “You’re so pretty.” You whispered, eyes roving over his lithe body and tan skin.

Luffy’s nose scrunched, “Can you call guys pretty?” he chuckled. “I’ve never heard of guys being pretty.”

You smiled, “Sure you can, besides,” you lilted, shifting to take his hard shaft in your hand. “You really are so damned pretty.” You said, running kisses down his jaw and neck and dragging your hand up and down over him.

Luffy’s head dropped back, lolling to the side to give you more access to his pulse point. You took great pleasure in obliging his silent request, sucking a deep bruise into that spot. All the while, you jerked your hand over his shaft, swirling around the tip.

“Do you wanna cum like this?” you asked, “Or do you wanna-?”

“Lemme fuck you,” Luffy groaned, making you flush red hot, “D’you want me to fuck you?” he asked, reaching to drag your hips up closer to his.

You nodded, straddling his hips more securely, “Want you any way you’ll have me.” You moaned into his ear before kneeling tall on your knees with his face right at your breasts. He kissed at your sternum as he stared up at your beautiful face.

“G’head.” He slurred, biting at the underside of one of your boobs. “Whenever you’re ready.”

You nodded and took a deep breath before lining him up, noticing how he tensed as the tip of his cock ran against your wet slit. You both moaned as you sank down onto him, the stretch and full feeling making you flutter and clench around him. You both took a moment, Luffy grabbing wildly at your body, overwhelmed by the tight heat and the waves of pleasure washing over him, “F-fuck,” he shuttered out, wrapping his arms tightly around your torso, hiding his face in your neck, “Too fucking good.” He whined, arms tightening around you every time you unconsciously tensed around him.

You huffed and set your hands on his shoulders, “Want me to move?” you asked, swallowing down your pleasured cries, trying to remain as lucid as you could so you could help Luffy through this brand-new experience.

“Try it,” he grunted.

You dragged yourself upwards before sliding back down, drawing out deep moans from both of you. “That okay?” you asked breathily. Luffy couldn’t find his words, so he just nodded, grabbing your hips to help guide you up and down.

You rolled your hips against his, pressing an open-mouth kiss to his bruised and flushed lips, your tongue flicking out to find his. His breath went ragged as your walls almost seemed to suck him in, his fingers digging into the dough of your hips, his own hips trying to match your pace, subconsciously thrusting up to meet your pelvis with his own.

Luffy started babbling into your mouth, drunk on the feeling of you all around him, and he found himself wanting to be entirely engulfed by you, all his thoughts centered around you and getting all that much closer to you. “So good, baby.” You moaned, nipping at his bottom lip, “So good for me.” You said, lowering him down by his shoulders so he was lying flat on the floor, your hands finding leverage atop his hips.

Luffy practically chanted your name as you bounced on top of him, entranced by the way your boobs followed your movements. He reached down, determined to make you feel as good as he did and started tight circles on your clit, drawing more entrancing sounds from your throat. You both felt so good, and without even knowing it, you both synced in thought.

‘You were fucking made for me.’

“Gonna cum,” you mumbled, keeping pace as best you could.

“Me too, keep-keep going.” He whined; the coil wrung tight for both of you.

The two of you relished in the feeling, the sounds of your moans and the slapping of skin on skin echoing around the room. You leaned down, kissing Luffy with fervor, the action sending just enough waves of hot pleasure through you both to knock you over the edge. You both moaned into the kiss, Luffy writhing under you at the intense feeling, and you felt the sheer euphoria of making him feel good, whining at the feeling of him filling you up. You rolled your hips against his, helping him ride out his orgasm, peppering kisses all across his face.

Luffy hissed, “Too much.” He said, trying to hold your hips still after a minute. You froze for him, unable to stop your fluttering core’s aftershocks. “Ah.” Luffy groaned, grip tightening.

“Want me off?” you asked gently, laying on top of him, enjoying how much of your body was pressed against his, head on his chest.

“No,” he muttered, “I like being inside you.”

You smirked, purposefully clenching your core muscles, making him gasp, “I like you inside me,” you teased, pressing your lips against his chest where your head was.

Luffy glowered down at you, “Don’t be mean.”

“I just let you cum inside me and you’re calling me mean?” you chided, running a hand along his chest. You swiped your fingers across his nipple, smiling as he flinched back at the feeling.

“I wasn’t supposed to do that, was I?” he asked, smacking his forehead, “I fuckin forgot.” You laughed at his embarrassment, “I’m so sorry, baby.” Luffy muttered, cupping your cheek in his hand.

“All is forgiven if you help me bathe.” You said, sitting up, “Water can really fuck with me with my Devil Fruit.” You said, both of you whining and hissing as you slid yourself off of his softened shaft. You stood up and held out a hand to Luffy, trying to usher him to his feet, but he wasn’t looking at your hand.

The pirate captain’s eyes locked on the spot between your thighs, watching closely as both of your cum leaked out of your abused hole. He was entranced, his cock twitching between his legs, he didn’t know how to process the sight, the physical proof of what you two had just done sending waves of heat over him, the feeling only amplifying as he took in your kiss bitten lips and the forming hickeys on your neck and shoulder. He had to actively cover his crotch in embarrassment as he felt it hop back up to life. “Shit, sorry.”

You just laughed, helping him to his feet, “It’s alright, pretty boy,” you muttered, reaching down to replace his hands with one of yours, “We can go again.”

Luffy’s eyes lit up, “Really?” you nodded and turned around, resting your elbows on the edge of the tub, arching your back so your ass was in the air, giving Luffy an even better view of your dripping hole. His face felt like it was on fire as he took in the lewd sight, but found himself stepping forward, taking handfuls of the globes of your ass, almost moaning as he saw how wet and ready you still were for him. “Perfect f’me.” He whispered, sliding his tip between your folds.

You moaned as he slid himself in place, sighing when he reached the hilt. “Go for it, Luffy.” You muttered, setting your feet, “Do whatcha want.”

Luffy moaned with you as he started a steady pattern, thrusting into you carefully. He was worried about whether you’d like it or not if he changed anything. “Don’t hold back, sweetheart.” You gasped, “I want you to feel good.” Luffy gulped but listened, speeding up the pace, thrusting harder and harder, practically drooling as he watched where you two met, entranced by how well you took him in.

The two of you moaned rhythmically, hips meeting at a steady pace, “Fuck, baby.” Luffy groaned, bending down to lay a few kisses against your spine, “Feels so good.” Your knees shook a bit as you were hit by the new angle, and you cried out when the blunt tip of his cock brushed that delicious spot inside you.

“Just like that,” you gasped, back arching even further as your body was completely overwhelmed by pleasure. Luffy scraped his teeth against your back before licking over the spot, placing sloppy kisses along the area.

“I-I’m gonna-!” Luffy was cut off as you clenched tightly around him, holding him in a vice grip as you both came, and he found himself holding you tight against him. “Fuck.” He whined, “I fucking did it again.”

You barked out a laugh as he pulled out of you, smiling back at him and turning on the hot water in the tub. You straightened up as the water flowed, “It’ll be alright,” you assured him, bringing him into a brief kiss, “Now help me clean up.”

Luffy gulped down his nerves and stepped into the tub with you, lowering down into the water, sitting next to you. You actively deflated in the water, leaning on his shoulder with a tired whine, “I hate how water makes me feel.”

Luffy nodded, fatigue seeping into his muscles as the water rose around them. “I bet it really sucks for you. I’m sorry,” he muttered, planting a kiss to your hair. You hummed and lazily wrapped your arms around him, trying to let yourself relax. “I gotcha.” He said, grabbing a rag and pouring some body soap onto it.

You sighed in pleasure as Luffy ran the rag across your skin, smiling as he scrubbed so carefully around your hickies and more sensitive areas, and he smiled back as you laid kisses on any piece of him that went past your face. Luffy gulped as he reached below the water, holding your leg up out of it so he could wash them one at a time. Luffy really liked your legs, like a lot. Without realizing or meaning to, he spent way too long just scrubbing tentatively at your calves and thighs, only noticing how much time had passed when he heard you giggling. “Sorry!” he exclaimed, quickly moving on, trying to usher you into his arms, sitting you between his legs.

“It’s fine,” You laughed, “I think it’s cute.” You said, leaning your head back for him as he grabbed a cup from the edge of the tub. “You’re just such a sweetheart and I love that.” You muttered as he ran water through your hair, his face beet red as he started scrubbing a thick lather of your floral shampoo into your hair.

“Not my fault you’re so hot.” Luffy mumbled, raising the cup back up to start rinsing the soap from your scalp, “It’s distracting.”

You scoffed, “Says you.” You teased, reaching a hand back behind you to bring his head forward so you could press soft kisses to his jaw, “You’re the hot one between us.”

Luffy frowned and pinched your side, making you jump. “Let me tell you how great you are.” He groaned, resuming his rinsing of your hair, “You gotta learn how to take a compliment, you do this all the time.” He said pointedly, kissing just below your ear before he grabbed your conditioner, running it through your ends. You flushed and stammered, “You always say nice things about me, but you never just let me say nice things about you. You always try and deny it or turn it around.” Luffy grabbed the cup again, running the water over the slick, soapy hair.

“You’re great,” he started, placing a kiss on your shoulders with every new thing he said, “you’re an amazing cook, you’re nice, you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, you make me feel all fuzzy and nice when you’re around me, I love your smile,” he went on, naming every little thing he liked about you between kisses up and down your neck and shoulder, and with every word you felt your adoration for him and your embarrassment at the situation grow. “You’re perfect for me.” He said with finality.

You turned around in his arms and held his smiling face in your hands, “You’re too good for me.” You said, your heart swelling.

Luffy shook his head and pinched your side again, “No such thing.” He mumbled as you leaned in to kiss him, ‘I love you so damned much.’ He thought.

You sucked in a sharp breath, pulling away, “You love me?” you asked with wide eyes.

Luffy’s face lit up red, and he felt his mouth go dry, “Yeah,” he admitted quietly, “I-I do.”

You beamed, kissing him deeply, “I love you too.” You said, seemingly out of breath all of a sudden. Luffy let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and wrapped you tightly in his arms, just sitting there in the warm water, just holding you.

“By the way,” he asked, snickering, “Was it River that was the oldest?” he asked, laughing out loud when you smacked his chest.

“Robin,” Zoro barked, barging into the women’s quarters in the middle of the night.

“What do you want?” Nami whined, slapping her pillow on top of her head.

“Robin, get Franky on that fucking room.” He snapped with a notably horrified look in his eyes. “Now!” Zoro practically begged.

Robin sat up in her bed, laughing at his desperate tone, “Girl’s night worked!” she cheered, making Nami groan and Zoro glower.

“Can’t even take a fuckin piss in peace.”

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rocket-enjoyer · 2 months ago

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Tips & dirty tricks for fellow Venus truckers

Heey. I know y'all Have been dying for a new post from me. Good News: i just drank a whole bottle of the stuff those crazy south polers drink after victrories. Yes i'm on the south pole rn - dont' worry i'll manage. Im prolly gonna pass out before i actually finish this lol!. but you'll have a fun time reading this im sure. Any way here are my tips and tricks for my fellow venus truckers!! i know the 6 orso followers I have who actually do this are probaly already familiar with most of this but this ones' for the masses. That makes thee title techincally wrong i know shut up. wahterver here we go

the unparallelled impportance of lying right into everyone's faces.

I am not lying - this is the number one hting.Seriously. You HAVE to lie. or keep quiet at least. about everything.But do'nt be dumb about it! basically, what im' saying is : dont fucking tell literal dicktators used to shooting people who disagree with them that youj ust did a job for their geoploitical nd long time cultural rival taht wuold weaken their position. Do Your REsearch! stay up to date on things" Doint get cauhgt at the borders! zing! that easy!! Mosta these poeple will nevere ver see you ever again! they dont have robust netwroks to check if random people hjelping them are also a tool for everyone eelse!! just be confident and lie to EVERYOE and you have done better than 90% of dead VEnus truckers. people say this hustle is dangerous and its true but most who die aretotal fuckihgn moronos!!!! lying is a tool that will save you r life - anyoem that disageres with me can un follo wme rtight fuckign now. just leave, idont care,.

2. make srue your shit do'esnt break

the atmostphere , as i have duly poitned out in my previosu posst, wil KILL YOU BIG TIME if you maek a mistaKE. so make sure your shit doesnt have holes in it ever or yOU will die. the stupid people whod ont do this ar most ofthe remaingin 10%.

Also always carey twicew as mcuh backup air as you orignially though you needed. my fisrt trip throyugh "gloryzone 8" should be a lessson you all lrearn from.

3. dont' get too farfrom combat zones.

now you may be saying what????? going t o literal war zones is dumb?!!! andit is"" it serisouy is. dont got here. but if ytou go into a place that is too qyiet you are placeing yourself at SERIOUS ris.k because EITHER A) that spots in the midst of a sniper shiwdown, and you WILL et shot by BOITH SIDES. or B) it is AMINE FIELD: yu will get blownup by MINES. C) theres actaulyl bandits tehre who might KILL you - i Know being pulled over by a lucier is terrifygin after you just saw it gas someone out of existenxe but at leas you can fool that thing and sayh youre on its side - bandist will kill you and take your shit - no matter what youre acrrying or who youre workign for.

4. If Its Werid Dont ASk.

IIWDA. I f Its weird DO NOT ASK. NEver. most liekly its classified and they cant tell you the truth and youre bettee off accepting whatecer bullshti theyre telling yhou than acutally caring and yo'uve just saved sometime you woul'dve otherwise wasted by askign. or then it is PRECisely what they are telling you it is. or then you wil lget killed for asking too much. FUKC im not drunk enough. let me get some more of this stuff...

5. Know how to leave

this is importatn, sereiosuly. most smart foplks who die ,die here. TH'eyve made there money, had there fun and just want to leave this hell hole for good ad forget thetime they spent here. MAKE SURE YOU KNOW HWO TO LEAVE. reserch shit!! makesure your'e safe and on oneof those equatorial states. make sure theior mechanics like you enough to not hit hte important parts on your launchvehicle with a torqe wrench. MAke sure their ladersip does not want to see you dead. i am dad serious,. 've seen manygood friends in the biz go this way.. (still missin ya, cilarette....)god. sory.SUch a mood killeer. Fuck-. lets get back to hte fun stuff before istart cryibgn again, fucks sake.For gods sake,prmomise me ify ou wantto start truckin that you willFINISH IT RIGHT.

fujck. well guesss thatsit for this post,dont feellike wrting rn anymroe. see you in aweek when i wake up form the alchohol coma ive subjectedmyself to.goodnihght

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banana-cheese-cake · 5 months ago

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Freak Show - Chapter 3

Ch. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, ... AO3

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September 21, 2294

Two-hundred and seventeen years.

Centuries had passed by as you slept, there was no telling how long ago Lottie was taken, if it was even plausible that she was still alive. Over two-hundred years ago your mother had died, but for you it was only a few days ago, the grief still palpable even as fear coursed through your veins. Shoving the thoughts down, you decided to focus instead on the present. The beast outside needed to be killed, it was the only way to safely get yourself and these people out of here and somewhere safer.

Preston's voice brought you out of your thoughts, “You doing alright there? I can only imagine what you're feeling right now.”

“I'll be fine, we need to find a way to kill that thing and get your people out of here. Any ideas?” Your voice was firm and confident, sounding an awful lot like Lottie's, but you pushed that thought away as you looked to Preston for an answer.

“Well, only three of my people are well enough to hold a gun, but I heard the raiders talking about a weapons cache on the roof. If we're gonna attack that thing, I think our safest option would be attacking from up there. Hopefully those raiders had better firepower than we do.”

“Okay,” you said as you stood, “let's get up to the roof and take a look then.”

As you turned to leave the room and find a way up to the roof, Preston stopped you with a hand on your shoulder. You looked back at him curiously before asking, “Everything okay?”

He let out a soft laugh, “Yeah, everything's alright, I just wanted to thank you for helping me and my people. Most people up here wouldn't answer a distress call, much less face off with a Deathclaw for a bunch of strangers. It's rare to find someone like you nowadays, so I just wanted to thank you.”

You smiled at him, the first time you'd smiled since the news of your mother's passing, you realized. “You're welcome, Preston. I'm not the type of person to ignore a call for help.”

“I appreciate that, and I want you to know that once we get out of here, my people and I will do whatever we can to help you find your sister. You've done a great deal for us and we won't forget that. You've got our support whenever you need it.”

“Thank you, you have no idea how much that means to me,” you said as a wave of gratitude and hope flowed through you, “now let's go kill that thing and get the hell out of here.”

“Sounds like a plan, follow me, I know a way up to the roof.” Preston marched out of the room as you followed closely behind, leading you to a set of rotted wooden stairs.

The dusty boards beneath your feet creaked with each step up the stairs, dust knocking loose and into the air around you. After climbing up three flights of stairs, you were both finally facing a metal ladder that led straight up to a hatch on the roof. Preston climbed up first, pushing the hatch open and peaking around the roof in case there were any extra raiders hiding up there. “All clear,” he shouted down at you before climbing the rest of the way up, holding the hatch open for you as you climbed up after him.

Gusts of chill wind struck your face as you took in the state of the concrete roof lit by the afternoon sun. Bags of sand had been stacked along the edges of the roof, providing a little coverage from anyone who might be lurking down below. Next to an air conditioning vent were three tables set up under a large tent, each table covered in weapons of all kinds. This could actually work, with this kind of firepower you stood at least a fighting chance against the Deathclaw prowling the streets below. Preston grabbed a few molotov cocktails, a sniper rifle, and a pistol before turning to you.

“Okay, I'm gonna go get the other three and bring them up here. I think we might actually be able to do this.” Preston beamed at you, and you couldn't help but smile back, finally feeling hopeful about your situation.

As the hatch slammed shut behind him, you gazed over the weapons on the tables before you, eye catching on one in particular. A minigun rested on its own table, along with a few chains of bullets. Something like this would be needed to get through the scale armor on the monster below, you just hoped it would have enough bullets to kill the thing before it found a way up to the roof.

A few minutes later and the five of you were on the roof, weapons in hand and a rough plan of attack to follow. A young man in what looked to be farmer's clothes nodded to everyone before tossing a chunk of meat in the middle of the road, luring the Deathclaw out of its hiding place. It came lumbering out from behind a crumbled building as it caught a whiff of the meat's scent. The creature had just reached the bait in the road below as a voice from behind you shouted, “Now!” before throwing a flaming bottle down at the Deathclaw.

An ear splitting shriek pierced the air as fire engulfed the beast. Shots rang out around you as everyone began firing, you hoisted the minigun up and pointed it at the monster. It made eye contact with you as it roared before you squeezed the trigger, almost falling backwards with the recoil. Regaining your footing, you adjusted your aim until it was hitting the Deathclaw directly in the center of its torso. It didn't have a chance to make it more than a few steps in the direction of the museum before another flame burst to life around it. You'd all been shooting for minutes now, and the thing was finally starting to bleed. All this time and you had only just now broken through its thick scale armor, but now it was only a matter of time before the beast would be killed.

It took a few more staggering steps forward as two of the people around you announced they were out of ammo, just as you yourself ran out as well. It was all up to Preston and his fellow minuteman to finish the job. You watched with bated breath as the creature drew even nearer, then a sniper shot rang out as the Deathclaw's chest burst open, gore spilling out as its body crumpled in a heap on the street below. A triumphant cheer tore through you and the others, at last the thing was dead, you and these people could finally leave.

After gathering the others and exiting the museum, Preston turned to you and spoke, “We're heading to a neighborhood nearby to set up a settlement, it's called Sanctuary Hills, you should come with us. It's gonna be dark in a few hours and we've got plenty of food to go around.”

You were startled by the name of your old neighborhood: ‘Sanctuary Hills’. You'd never called it that though, to you it was just home. “I'd like that, I actually used to live there,” you said as you thought back on your childhood home.

“Really? Well then I guess you'll have to give us the grand tour when we get there,” Preston teased with a smile before turning back to his people. “Alright, let's head out, it's a long walk so we better hurry if we wanna make it before dark.”

Carrying only your bag, you walked behind the group as you trekked back through the ruins of the city and towards Sanctuary Hills. You listened as they joked and talked amongst themselves, the injured leaning on others for support as they walked and chimed in weakly. Admiration filled you, these people were living in a wasteland full of terrifying creatures and yet they still found it in them to crack jokes and enjoy this life, as bleak as it was. If they could survive and thrive in this new world, then surely you could do the same.

The group reached Sanctuary just as the sun was dipping below the horizon, setting up base at a house just slightly less destroyed than the others. After making a fire and eating a lukewarm meal of some strange canned meat, the moon now took reign over the sky as you looked upward in awe. Without the light pollution that had been present during your life you were able to see thousands of stars and constellations. It was beautiful, the first beautiful thing you'd seen since exiting Vault 111.

You gazed up at the stars for ages, getting lost in the beauty of it all, before you felt exhaustion start to drag you under. Shaking yourself awake, you bid everyone goodnight before heading to your mother’s home, feeling their curious eyes on your back as you left the warmth of the fire. You didn’t mind, let them be curious. All that mattered to you now was sleeping somewhere you felt safe, and right now that place was your childhood bedroom. You'd barely plopped into bed, laying for only a few minutes before a dreamless sleep engulfed you.

September 22, 2294

Distant laughter and chatter woke you early the next morning, sunlight streaming in through the shattered window and illuminating the dust particles floating in the air around you. You watched for a while as you fully awoke, reminiscing on past visits to this home and wishing you'd made them more frequently. Pushing yourself up and off the bed, you headed through the ruined home and toward the voices that had woken you.

Preston was sitting by the fire, chatting with one of the people in his group as you walked up, accepting the plate of food he offered as you sat down beside him. “Good morning, you sleep alright? We were worried about you, that building is barely standing, why on earth would you sleep in that one?” His tone was light but filled with curiosity.

“That’s where I used to live,” you said flatly, choosing to look at your food instead of the pity that made itself present in his eyes.

“Oh, I'm so sorry, it's a shame it's not in better shape,” he rubbed at his jaw as he looked over at the house, “I'll work on fixing it up once we've established a base here.” You began to protest but he stopped you, “I don't mind, really, it's the least I can do. You've helped us plenty, it's our turn to return the favor.”

Finally looking up at him, you softly smiled, “Thank you, I appreciate that.”

“Of course, I got an idea about what to do next to find your sister,” your eyes lit up at this, your half eaten food forgotten as you focused your attention on him, “there’s a detective over in Diamond City, name's Nick Valentine. I don't know much about him other than that, but I've heard he's the best person to contact about missing people.”

“Okay, when can we go?” You were eager to get on the road, you had to believe your sister was out there somewhere and the longer you waited the lower the chance of finding her.

“About that, I can't come with you, I have to help these people set up here. We need food, water, protection, and as their leader I have to put them first.”

You deflated a bit at that, shoulders drooping as you spoke, “I understand, but I can't wait any longer. I'm going with or without you.”

He laughed, “I figured as much, that's why I set aside some supplies for you. Here are the coordinates to Diamond city, it's about a two day walk from here but I packed you enough supplies to last you five in case there are any complications.” He handed you the supplies before entering Diamond City's coordinates into your pip-boy.

“Thank you, Preston, I really appreciate your help. I won’t forget this.” You said as you shook Preston's hand, smiling at the kind brown eyes that looked back at you.

“It's really no problem, I hope you find your sister,” he said with a soft smile.

You said nothing, instead waving goodbye before turning and walking back towards the city.

Miles and miles passed by with nothing but the sound of gravel crunching beneath your boots. About ten miles into your trek the sun began to set, setting the sky ablaze in bright oranges and reds. You decided it was a good time to start looking for shelter, you didn't want to be out in the open once the sun fully set and darkness engulfed you. You walked another three blocks before you finally found the perfect place to spend the night. An old diner sat on the corner of a wrecked street, it seemed to have survived the nuclear blasts better than the rest of the buildings around it. A bell softly dinged above you as you pushed the shattered glass door open, dust kicking up as you went.

Booths were set up along what used to be windows, skeletal corpses still sitting in front of their shattered plates and glasses. Walking past them and behind the counter, you found another corpse wearing a waitress uniform lying on the ground in front of a door leading to the back room. Stepping over the corpse, you pushed the door open and found a small storeroom that was empty with the exception of some wire shelves carrying a few rusted cans of soup. This would have to do. You laid your sleeping bag down in the center of the small room and pulled out the blanket Preston had packed for you. Winter was swiftly approaching, soon this blanket wouldn't be enough to protect you from the cold. You hoped you didn't find yourself stuck out here when that happened. You closed the door behind you before kicking off your shoes and having a quick meal before sliding into your sleeping bag, wrapping the blanket tightly around you. Pistol clutched in your hand, you fell into a fitful sleep as your brain tormented you with images of your sister's terrified frozen face.

September 23, 2294

Metal clanged outside the storeroom door, causing you to jolt awake, pistol still clutched in your hands. Slowly you pulled yourself out of your sleeping bag and crept towards the door, pulling it open just a crack. Inside the diner, were what looked to be cockroaches, but that couldn't be right. Cockroaches were small insects, these things were the size of a small dog. Just your luck, the world ends and somehow cockroaches find a way to survive and evolve to become even more terrifying. From the crack in the door you could see that there were three of them skittering around the diner, climbing up walls and over corpses, presumably searching for their next meal.

Taking a deep breath, you pulled the door all the way open and raised your pistol, shooting the closest cockroach, then the next. You aimed at the third, panicking as it spread its wings, intending to fly at you. It shot toward you, but you managed to shoot it before it got within two feet of you. Shaking, you lowered the gun before walking back to the storeroom and closing the door behind you. You folded up your blanket and sleeping bag, put on your boots and pack, and then walked back into the diner. Before you left, you made sure to stomp on the giant cockroaches for good measure, you didn’t want those things coming after you again.

You walked until the sun was nearly setting, luckily nothing eventful occurred in the hours that passed. Though you looked over your shoulder constantly, having convinced yourself that there were more giant insects lurking around every corner. Stopping for a moment, you checked the coordinates again and saw that Diamond City was only a couple miles away. The sun was nearly setting, but you decided it was worth the risk, you were nearly there.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, you finally walked up the steps to the metal gates of Diamond City. A woman was arguing with the guards at the gate, trying to convince them to let her in.

“You need to let me in, I am a resident of Diamond City–” The woman was cut off by a guard.

“I know who you are, Piper, but I'm telling you the Mayor said not to let you in. It's outta my control.” The guard said in an exasperated tone.

Looking at this guard, his uniform reminded you of the guards who forced you and your sister into cryopods. The sight of him made you remember the taste of blood, the feeling of his flesh tearing under your teeth. You shook the memory away, focusing instead on the woman, Piper, as she turned to you.

“You– you're a trader right?” She raised her eyebrows at you, a silent plea to go along with her lie.

“I– yes, I’m a trader, that's right,” you lied as she smiled and hooked an arm around your shoulder.

“See? We're here to trade, I'm sure the mayor wouldn't turn away a trader now would he? Diamond City doesn't pay for itself,” she said slyly as she glared at the guard.

“Fuck. Fine, Piper, I'll let you both in but this is the last time. Next time the mayor kicks you out you're staying out.” He grumbled as he pressed a button, opening the large metal gates behind him.

Piper dragged you forward and through the gates before the guard had a chance to change his mind. “Thanks for helping me out there,” she said to you with a smile, “my name's Piper.”

You introduced yourself and continued to let her lead you down a long dark hall. At the end was a metal door, pushing it open and stepping out, you found yourself at the top of a large concrete staircase. From here, you could see most of Diamond City. At the center of the city was a trading center, neon signs lit up each individual store front. Most were closing for the night, but a few were still open, most notably the bar at the center of it all. On the outer edges of the city were rows and rows of small homes, this city was filled with people. Here, the world almost seemed normal again. Piper waved for you to follow her down the stairs and towards a newsstand near its base, you took the opportunity to take in her features.

She was just a few inches shorter than you, with pale skin and black hair down to her shoulders. She wore a red leather jacket and a newsboy’s cap with a little paper tucked in a fold that read “PRESS.” As you reached the newsstand, she turned her gaze to you, piercing green eyes looking curiously into yours. “So, what's a vault dweller like you doing up here?”

The vault suit, you’d forgotten you were still wearing it, but even with the unwanted attention it brought it felt familiar and safe. You weren’t willing to get rid of it, at least not yet. “My sister was kidnapped from my vault, I'm here because I heard there’s a detective in Diamond City that can help me find her. Someone named Nick Valentine, have you heard of him?”

She nodded solemnly, “I've heard of him, but he's closed for the night, I can take you to him first thing in the morning though. I'm sorry about your sister, I hope you're able to find her.”

“Thank you, I hope so too,” you smiled at her sadly before continuing, “is there a place I could stay for the night?”

“Depends on how many caps you’ve got.” Caps? What on earth was she talking about?

“What are caps?” You said, feeling incredibly stupid as you saw Piper's face light up with amused surprise.

Laughing, she pulled some bottle caps out of her coat pocket to show you. “These are caps, they’re what we use as currency up here in the wasteland. Gosh, you really aren't from here are you?”

You shook your head, “No, I'm really not. I don’t have any of these caps, I had no idea they were the currency now.” How did bottle caps, of all things, become the currency? It appears you still have a lot to learn about this new world.

“It's alright, you can stay here with me tonight. I’m not exactly living in luxury but I've got an extra bedroll. I owe you anyways, I couldn’t have gotten back in without you. Come on,” she walked to the back of the newsstand, filled with stacks of newspapers and a printing machine, and through a door.

The door led to a small apartment, only big enough for the two beds lying on the floor, a tiny kitchen, and a door that led to a washroom in the back corner. Sitting on one of the beds was a young girl, she shared a striking resemblance with Piper. The girl shot up and reached for a bat leaning against a far wall.

“Hey, it's okay, she’s with me,” the girl looked at Piper in confusion as she brought her hand away from the weapon, “this is my little sister Natalie, she's not used to having company.”

You waved at Natalie from the doorway and she followed suit before turning to Piper. “Why is she here? And why were you gone so long? And–”

“Woah, let's slow down, Nat. I was gone so long because the mayor wouldn’t let me back in, at least not until our new friend showed up.” She gestured to you, “We convinced the guards she was a trader here with me and they let us in, I'd still be stuck out there if she hadn't shown up. She's here because she needs a place to sleep for the night and I owe her for helping me out. Now can you go grab the extra bedroll for our guest?”

Natalie nodded before standing and walking towards a small dresser you hadn’t noticed in the corner of the room, grabbing a bedroll off of it and laying it out next to the other two on the floor. “Thank you, I really appreciate you letting me sleep here. I promise I'll be out of your hair first thing in the morning.”

Piper waved away your concerns, “It's really no big deal, and with you here now I finally have a new story to write about.”

“Story?” You asked, confused for a moment, “Oh, for your newspaper?”

“That's right. Who wouldn't want to read about a vault dweller leaving the safety of her home, traveling across the wasteland in search of her missing sister? It'll be a huge hit, I'm sure of it.”

You laughed at her enthusiasm, the sound foreign to your ears. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d actually laughed, and you found yourself even more grateful to Piper. “Well I know I'll buy one, I can't wait to read it,” you said with a smile as you sat down on your temporary bed, setting down your pack while pulling off your boots.

“Would it be alright if I interviewed you tomorrow before we go to Valentine’s? I'd love to get more information, anything you’re willing to share.” She beamed at you, her excitement was palpable as she waited for your response.

“Of course, I'd love to do an interview,” you truly meant those words, you hadn’t realized how much you'd missed having someone to talk to until now.

“Perfect,” she plopped down in the bed beside yours as Natalie turned off the lights, “now get some sleep, Blue, you've got a big day tomorrow.”

You tucked yourself in, grateful for the heat of the city as you remembered you left your blanket in your backpack. You felt safe for the first time since you'd been up here, and you felt that shimmer of hope again. Tomorrow you would meet the best detective the wasteland had to offer. You were one step closer to finding Lottie, to finally having your sister back. Recalling nights spent with her under blanket forts in your living room, you fell asleep wishing you could turn back time and savor those nights just a little more.

#fanfic #fanfiction #fallout #fallout 4 #john hancock #john hancock x reader #john hancock x sole survivor #john hancock x you #long post #freak show #my writing

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nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105 · 2 years ago

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Here With Me

Chapter 3 part 2

“Here with Me Ch.1” Sneak Peak Ch 2 Here with Me Ch.2

Here with Me Ch.3 p-1

Master List

a/n credit to the artist for the gif. Name is label beneath the gif. The picture for this one. The artist @namedlunagoddess

Taglist- @glitterypirateduck , @vicky-09 , @eustassarm

Captain Price hollered over the radio. Their moment ruined yet again. The sounds of gunfire and explosions came all back to them. They quickly pulled apart and she helped him back up to his feet. Her eyes changed again but back to green.

“We should head out now”

“Ja”

König couldn’t help himself with stealing glances at her from time to time. Looking at her up and down König noticed she only carried a side arm that was strapped to chest. Her hands were covered in blood. She ran ahead and the sounds of screaming and crying were heard but cut short with a inhuman shriek. As they fought their way back to Captain Price. She came running out of the building covered in blood. Wiping her face clean she looked over to him with a stern, serious expression.

Walking beside him she wiped her hands clean with a black rag. That she pocketed in her side pocket.

Sighing softly and wiping my hands clean. This is awkward enough. Being around my crush and looking like a bloody beast. I try to wipe my hands clean but my gloves are all bloody.

They arrived in the nick of time. Ghost sat in the corner with Soap applying pressure to his wound in his shoulder. Gaz and Price keeping a look out from anyone approaching.

She rushed over to Soap kneeling down beside him she pulled him into her lap. Looking over his wound she looked to Ghost.

“Hold him down this is gonna hurt like hell.”

She pulled her gloves off and closed her eyes. Her fingers she pinched his wound closed then she pulled his flesh back in its place and began to allow the flesh to weave its self back together.

Soap laid in agonizing pain. Ghost held him down while soap tried to get up from her lap and yelling and crying in pain.

“He’ll live but his arm will be sore for a few days”

She nodded to Ghost and pulled her gloves back on. While doing this Simon noticed hand the small bite marks on her hands.

Quickly pulling her hands away, hiding her hands under her gloves she walked pass König and straight to Captain Price.

“Captain this is all I recovered from the bunker. Where’s Laswell?”

Price took the flash drive placing it in his chest pocket. Looking to her he patted her back and offered her a weak smile.

“It’s too early to celebrate love. We’re trapped.”

“We got snipers perched up in the abandoned buildings. Soap took one in the shoulder just a few minutes before you got here.”

“My radio is jammed at the moment.”

“Leave it to me Captain”

Pulling off her glove she raised her hand to her mouth. The sounds of her biting her flesh made Price wince at her method. König stood up walking over to her he grabbed her shoulder before she could walk away.

“Mein Schatz?”

“Where you going? Your hand is bleeding, why did you bite yourself?”

“Bitte Schatz?”

He was shocked that she had just bit down on her hand and her eyes started to flood with red tears. His heart pounded so much in his chest at the thought of her hurting herself. She pushed him aside and started to walk out of the building. König tried to stop her but Price grabbed him on his vest.

“König!”

König looked at Price and back to Sparrow as she walked outside.

“Sparrow?”

“Bitte wait!”

“Kö, wait here I’m fine”

Stopping and sighing at his voice. It made her heart flutter that this giant of man was so concerned and worried for her. This is what this line of work required.

She looked up to the sky. Turning around to face him.

Nodding to him. She walked out into the open and started to run towards the building.

She jumped to the abandoned buildings. Running throughout the building.

Finding her prey with ease.

Sneaking into the building smelling the air. Sniffing out the soldiers was an easy task. One of them must’ve cut themselves. The smell of blood was thick in the air. The sounds of one of them running their fingers over the bullets alerted me.

They were preparing their rifle. I have to move quickly and quietly.

Sneaking into the room where they sat made this easy. The smell of gunpowder and blood filled the air around me.

With one swipe of my hand I had claim their lives. Watching the blood pool around my feet made my nose and mouth water with bile. This is something I’ve never gotten use too. The smell of iron filled my senses. But the sounds of someone gasping behind me pulled me from my thoughts.

A soldier dropping his gun at the sight of me. He mumbled something and ran out of the room. I quickly went after him jumping on his back rolling him onto his back pining him down to the down under my feet.

He trembled with fear begging for mercy. Upon closer inspection he’s is a young boy no more then a teenager. His eyes full with tears. Begging me to spare him.

Looking at him and smelling his hands. They reek of gun oil and gunpowder.

“What’s your name child?”

Watching the boy tremble in fear he stutters out his name.

“Ha h h ha Hadir”

“My child why are you here with these bad men?”

“And tell me have you taken a life?”

“My mother and sister were killed or sold. They killed my father and put me here. I refused to take a life they t t th they told me they wanted me to kill one of the men down below”

“I never held a gun before until now. I want my mom and sister”

“My child stay here. I will help you find your mother. Hide for now and cover your ears”

Walking out of the room she made her way up to the top. Sneaking into the room where 5 men sat waiting for Captain Price or Ghost to make an appearance.

Smelling the air around her was filled with gunpowder, the strong smell of blood. And gun oil.

Growling the darkness of the room made her strike fear into their hearts. Her eyes glowed red as the light hit it just right.

Kicking a pebble towards their direction got their attention.

Leaping towards one of them. Pining him down ripping his throat away holding it in her hands she stood up walking towards the men that cowered in fear in the corner.

Shushing them with her bloody hand she smiled to them. Looking at her claws she looked back at them. Waiting for a response or reaction from them.

“Boo!”

Meanwhile

The sounds of men screaming, gurgling echoed the room of the building across the street where Price and his men waited.

“I’m not finished!”

One of the soldiers tried to make a run for it before she pounced on him. Ripping them all to shreds, kneeling on the ground covered in blood. She had to calm herself.

Taking a deep breath in and out.

König listened to the sounds of gunfire and the screams. This made him more nervous for his sparrow safety. He yanked himself from Price grasp and charged his way to her.

He didn’t bothering looking to see there were anyone watching or waiting for him. He immediately ran across the street. Kicking the door down he ran up the stairs sweeping the area as he went.

He had to protect her from the enemy soldiers. The sounds died down this made his heart and mind tremble with anxiety and fear.

All was quiet. No sounds.

This wasn’t good especially in his line of work.

He walked into the room. The smell of iron filled the air around him. Swallowing thickly he held his gun tightly sweeping the room until he walked into the main room.

She spoke out in a stern, serious manner.

“Kö, stay over there!”

“I don’t want to hurt you!”

She cowered to the corner of the room covered in blood. Holding her hands up in a surrendering posture.

“Kö, please keep your distance. When I’m in this form it’s hard to control on my urges for blood shed and my temper as well. Give me a moment please”

Watching her she trembled her hands shaking from the adrenaline rush. Tears streaming down her cheeks she held back her cries.

“There’s a boy in the other room in the closet. I spared his life. I offered to help him find his mother and sister.”

“Okay, Sparrow look at me”

He walked over to her slowly and cautiously. He placed his gun on the ground stepping over it he walked over to her his arms open.

“Kö, no no no stay over there!”

Tears streaming down her face she tried to get him to keep his distance but he kept walking towards her.

“Sparrow, bitte look at me.”

She looked up to him realizing he was holding her in a tight embrace. She nuzzled her face into his chest crying deeply. Her whimpers and stifled sobs muffled into his chest. His heart shattered at this sight of her vulnerability. The love for her was ignited by his will to protect her and care for her. He had to confess his feeling for her now.

“I hate when I lose control of myself. I’m trying I’m always trying to be better, I’m always trying.”

“Sparrow look at me. You’re here with me”

“I’m here with you”

“I will never let you be alone. And never let anyone hurt you anymore.”

“Let me be your lover, protector. Your shoulder to cry on. Let me carry you and take the weight off your shoulders.”

Lifting her chin looking upon her red puffy eyes. Her pink lips. Her flustered cheeks.

She never looked more beautiful in this moment.

“Please Sparrow let me be the one for you”

“Let me care for you and show you how I will take care of you.”

“I will wait for as long as you want”

“Awww Kö, you’re not afraid of me”

“You don’t see me as a freak”

He stroked her cheek. Wiping the tears from her face. Brushing the stray hairs away from her face.

“Mein Schatz, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

“I fell in love with your soul before I had the liberty to touch you my schatz”

*radio static*

“Bravo-06 to Sparrow”

“How’s copy”

She sighs but before she could answer. König slams his lips into hers. Asserting his dominance over her mouth as he pushes his tongue into her mouth exploring her mouth. She moans are muffled in his mouth. Biting her lip gently. He pulls away. Looking at her cute pink flustered face.

#konig x you #konig call of duty #konig x reader #konig mw2 #konig #konig cod #konig imagine #konig modern warfare #konig x mutantreader #cod konig #colonel konig

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oceansssblue · 8 months ago

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~ RARE PAIR MASTERLIST:

1. HUNTER/VENTRESS (both trans) > "NOT WHAT I EXPECTED" 🔥

They had never seen this coming. But oh well, they were going to have some fun with it.

2. TECH/JAR JAR BINKS > "LOVELY CHAOTIC" 💖

Tech is naturaly curious about everything. That includes the gungan Jar Jar Binks.

3. CAPTAIN REX/PADME AMIDALA > "HAPPY TO FOLLOW" 💖

Rex is always aware of everything; taking in little details that for others may pass by unnoticed. Senator Amidala's behaviour has definitely been changing. He's about to find why.

4. OMEGA TBB/REEVA > "TEMPTATIVE SMILES" 💔💖

Reeva is tired of being left behind. But perhaps staying in Kamino isn't so bad, huh?

5. FOX/YODA > "REST, YOU MUST" 💔💖

Fox has a lot on his plate. Master Yoda tries to give him a little break.

6. BAYLAN SKOLL/HUNTER > "OPEN FOR YOU" 🔥

Hunter hadn't thought about men that way before. But fuck, he wants to be railed by the General.

7. DOGMA/TUP > "A FEW EXCEPTIONS" 💖

Dogma is one for the rules. Fraternalization with another vod is forbidden. Is he going to stand by as Tup flirts with Fives, though?

8. HUNTER/ECHO > "FAN BOY" 💔💖

Hunter has had a crush on Echo for a long time. It's Crosshair who pulls the cat out of the bag.

9. CROSSHAIR/MAYDAY > "THE POWER OF ANOTHERS TOUCH" 💔🔥

Crosshair is hurt. Mayday helps him. That first touch of the older trooper on the sniper's skin changes things.

10. ECHO/REX > "VIDEO CONFESSIONS" 💖

Rex agrees for a fellow rebel to interview him as part of her "war chronicles" ideas for posterity. It's during that interview when he suddenly realises he's in love with his friend.

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dearnovella · 2 years ago

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NOW PLAYING ──

[▶] Clip 1: Scaredy cat line playing a horror game on a livestream, but Eunjeong and Sujin can't stop swearing.

They hadn't even played 5 minutes of the game, yet Aina was already cowering in the back of the webcam, passing the mouse over to Sujin instead. Once their character reached an ominous looking black door, Su-Jin abruptly paused.

“There is no way I'm going inside.”

“Come on guys, it isn't even that scary-” Eunjeong snatched the mouse from Su-Jin and opened the door. Suddenly, a loud scream emerged from the computer's speakers- “FU**”

The room instead filled with their silent laughter and wheezing as they tried to recover from the jumpscare. Meanwhile, the live chat struggled to keep up with the amount of ‘ㅋㅋㅋ’ and ‘jajaja’ being spammed.

Two more jumpscares and a lot more swearing later, a staff member came into the room and hurriedly told them to end the live.

A few days later, Aina went live again, this time alone in her studio.

“Did you get scolded?” She giggles while hiding her face in her hands, “yeah the unnies got scolded a lot by our manager… I think they might be banned from going live.”

[▶] Clip 8: Nari is worryingly competitive during the pepero game.

“Hey. don't pull away from me no matter what.” Nari gave Aina an 'ok' gesture with her hands as she placed the chocolate stick between her lips.

“Okay, whenever you're ready.” The MC spoke from behind Nari and Aina, watching closely to make sure there was no foul play.

Nari and Aina moved towards each other with sudden haste, causing the members to let out a chorus of shocked gasps. For just a moment, Aina hesitated and began to laugh, but Nari kept going, causing them to kiss abruptly before falling apart.

The entire studio erupted into chaos.

“What?! Did you just kiss??” Someone yelled.

Aina looked defeated, lying on the floor and clutching her stomach as she let out a painful laugh.

“Hey! So what!" Nari jumped up with the crumb in her hands and kissed Sujin on the cheek.

Amongst all of the pandemonium, the MC just stood there, confused, and in silence.

[▶] Clip 12 + 13: Dambi being a homosexual on ‘Bi-Live’.*

*Bi-Live is what she calls her live streams.

"Have you ever given white day chocolates? No, I went to an all girls school.” She kept reading through the live comments absentmindedly, “I got a lot of Valentines Day chocolates, though.”

“Which idol is most your type? Oh-” she doesn't even take 2 seconds to think before answering-“fromis_9 Jiheon, she's so pretty.” Dambi chose to politely ignore the ‘I meant a male idol’ comment that shortly followed.

[▶] Clip 15: Aecha being interrogated by Jonathan on theKstarnextdoor for her compulsive butt spanking habits.

“This next one is for Aecha Noona. K-Butt sniper-” Nari, Haeun, and Dambi instantly burst out laughing.

“Wow. I had a feeling this was gonna to be talked about.” Nari jested while smiling.

“Yeah, it really needs to be brought up more. It's becoming troublesome.” Dam-Bi added with a straight face.

“We have multiple pictures of you touching the members butts, is there a magnet or…? What do you have to say for yourself?” Jonathan held up a collage of at least 20 pictures.

Aecha giggled nervously, pupils shaking as she scanned the paper. “Um, how do I respond to this?-" The studio audibly laughs around her- “their butt's are very satisfying to squeeze, like a fidget toy you know?” Her hands were squeezing the air in a very, *questionable* way.

“Ok, that's nice, but can you please put your hands down? I don't want our show to be rated 19+.”

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A/N: whoops, guess who made this in a rush instead of studying for their mock exams (*＾3＾)/～☆ i wasn't gonna post this but i spent so long trying to edit the graphic in my tablet so i thought i'd share ♡ creds to @/desi6ner for the template!

#back from the dead. ── misc.#fake kpop group #kpop oc #fictional idol community #fictional idol group #novellagg #fake kpop girl group

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3xm-draconic · 1 year ago

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The Jester and The Courier: a wild wasteland love.

Chapter 1 (p2): Breathing in the Chemicals.

(Sorry had to split this into 2 parts, computer crashed while writing)

“Pair of queens” Cass smiled as she laid her cards on the table, “3 kings” Boone grinned as he laid his hand down, “Royal Flush!” Raul proudly announced as he took all the winnings, Gannon just dropped his hand of random junk cards and drank his beer “I’am never playing poker with you lot again”.

Lily smiled and laughed “I’am glad my little pumpkin’s friends are having fun” as Ulysses and Joshua helped her in the kitchen to make fried gecko steak sandwiches.

Rex playfully chased Ed-E around the living room, “Myrtle’s been gone for a while Booney…maybe we should go check on her” Cass looked to the sniper as she sipped her whisky, “yhea your right Cass, I’ll go and-” the door suddenly flung open…

“GANNON, JOSH, GUYS I NEED HELP!” Myrtle screeched as she rushed inside…carrying the naked body of some random dude…

“WHOA JESU-” Arcade started but was swiftly glared at by Joshua, “what the heck is going on, who’s the naked dude?” Cass gasped, “I ain’t got the foggiest idea, he literally dropped out of the sky on me, Gannon, Graham hurry he aint breathing!” Myrtle snapped.

Myrtle draped the body onto the couch, Gannon and Josuha immediately got to work. “Myrt we are gonna need some psycho to restart his heart” Gannon said as he took the man’s pulse, “I’ll hold him still so he won't hurt himself when he awakens” Joshua nodded as he carefully held the man, Myrtle took out a syringe of psycho and injected it into the man…

He woke up screaming his head off and laughing like a nut, he headbutted poor Joshua and grabbed for a syringe to stab Gannon when Myrtle tackled him in a choke hold…

“Yo yo yo easy little buddy, just calm down”, the crazy bastard instead stabbed the syringe of med-x into her neck as he flailed about, “ok, ok I think it’s nap time for you” she said as she tightened her grip. Slowly he started to stop flailing…till he stopped and slumped back to being unconscious again.

“Well that was fucking stupid, he’s obviously a raider or someother culo loco” Raul gawked as Cass helped up Joshua and Boone checked Gannon to see if he had gotten hurt, “you don’t know if he’s a raider, he might have just had a bad reaction to psycho” Myrtle said as she dislodged the syringe from her jugular.

“You said something about this wack-job falling from the sky on you?” Boone grumbled, “yep, he came zooming out of the stratosphere at me like a damn rocket”, “I’am surprised he ain’t dead from impact” Gannon mumbled.

Josua left to clean up his face-bandages, his nose had bled under them “well when he wakes up we will have to see what to do about him” he herumfed.

Ulysses and Raul scrounged around for extra clothes for the guy to wear, cant have a dude with his wang-jangeler hanging out on the couch, “Myrt are you ok?...” Ganon looked to his friend worriedly, “yeah I’am fine, it ain’t the first time I’ve both been stabbed and on drugs before” she then promptly passed out.

When she awoke she heard laughing…but not her friends laughing…

A high-pitched crazed laugh that bellowed and giggled…the laughter of a mad man…

Ulysses walked into her room “You NEED to deal with this, YOU brought it here YOU deal with it…”

#fanfic #au #skyrim #crossover #cicero x female oc #skyrim cicero #skyrim fanfiction #fallout fanfiction #fallout nv oc #fallout oc #fallout new vegas

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billerak · 4 months ago

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RWTC 3

And now we're back for more after finishing V2! What why did it take me so long to do this? Well I was rewatching with a friend (methinks I mentioned that before) but for various lfie reasons we couldn't really meet up properly for a while so. Also, just a reminder: My friend is absolutely fucking loving RWBY so u know. It's not like I'm watching it with a hater. Yeah. ANYWAYS.

Last we left off: Grimm invaded like 2 blocks of a city! A warship showed up to kill like 2 grimm! A team of seniors stole protagonism for a minute or two and Glynda proved she's the most broken person in this universe by fixing the issue effortlessly! Team RWBY decided they'd go to sleep after a hard day, not knowing the worst was about to come. What will the future await us? Nobody will die, surely!

Ep 1: Why thanks Ruby, that IS the point we find ourselves at at this moment! The audience appreciates you for your reminder! Well that's definitely not a PNG of Tai. Clearly Ruby just brought a carbon cutout of him with her. Oh boi. Yeah, listen, I'll cut some slack to the fights this season because Monty had just passed away at this point. They're trying their best, and the fight choreography isn't awful. It's just… There's a certain energy missing. Monty was so… particular in how he did things. I'm not gonna say it's impossible to replicate him, but the very team that worked with him took years to even come close to matching his skill. Ruby, no time to flirt on the battlefield. Why is Roman working for Cinder, anyways? Is she paying him? He doesn't feel like the type that'd work for the love of it, or for Salem, you know? I don't hate the idea of a strange pairing and honestly Weiss and Yang are the strongest members of RWBY at the current time I think. Still, we haven't seem them doing many team things, so to the audience it feels weird. Is Blake only ever used for cat-related jokes? The laser, then the dog, now this with the fish. Oh hey look finally some Nora/Ren info. I don't like the Opening for the season, btw. V1 opening is a banger and iconic, V2 is catchy and well animated. I think V3's is kind of on the nose and I don't vibe with the song either.

On the Bees: They kinda do the combo attack again.

Ep 2: Jaune my guy we just saw the sniper guy blow up a rock I don't know how smart it is to hide behind another rock. THEY'RE GIVING EXPOSITION ON NORA'S SEMBLANCE? I DIDN'T REMEMBER THAT'S HOW WE FOUND OUT. WHAT THE FUCK. SO SEMBLANCES ARE IN NO WAY A SECRET. I was right to be weirded out by the supposed secrecy of Pyrrha's semblance! Anyways I know I said I'd cut them some slack but I'm not overlooking them just… not animating Nora's hit. I get it's a comedy thing and the action lasted a few minutes but… It feels kinda weird. The show's time was already tight and badly paced but team SNNN could have used some more scenes so that we could give a shit. Anyways they did not deserve that win. Oh right I forgot to mention Qrow's here. How nice. EVERYBODY TAKE COVER. SHOULD YOU MENTION THAT BLAKE BLUSHES AT SUN YOU WILL BE KILLED ON SIGHT. THIS HAS NO NARRATIVE IMPLICATIONS EVER! CLEARLY IT'S NOTHING. NO MEANING. THEY TOOK THE TIME TO ANIMATE IT FOR NO REASON.

On the Bees: The sun's looking kind of black right now innit?

Ep 3: Winter introduction! She's kind of a bitch ngl. I've been in the military, and no, not everyone in there acts like that. Does the Qrow/Winter thing ever… do anything? Like, they establish this thing and then… nothing? Like I can get it from Qrow's perspective, he's pissed at Atlas, but this feels more like a thing with Winter than anything else. That being said, it is such a shame that the first time we see these highly anticipated characters fight is after Monty's passing. I know this is the third time I spoke about it after saying I woudln't BUT IT IS A SHAME WHAT CAN I DO. Why thanks, Qrow! That IS the situation you find yourselves at at this moment! The audience apprecaites you for the info! You can tell Ruby learned from him. That being said, man, I really forgot Ironwood has always been kind of sleasy. Nice.

On the bees: Blake and Yang aint even show up this time around.

Ep 4: Fight scene happens. Nothing too important other than establishing Emerald's semblance I think? Why thank you Winter, that IS how your family semblance works! The audience appreciates the info. Maybe you did have a thing with Qrow at some point! So, why is the Schnees' semblance hereditary? If it's a manifestation of the soul, that has some… weird implications imo. I normally try not to think thaaat hard about it but, like, seriously. Does it imply some aspect of their soul is intrinsically so powerful that it overpowers the nascent ability of a newborn? I don't think we've seen Weiss's brother use his semblance but he's supposed to have the same, right? Well look at that Qrow gets to be very heterosexual here. Qrow: "They don't give medals for 'almost'" Ruby: "They do and they're called Silver!" OOOOOOF that's actually good foreshadowing holy shit. I like this Qrow scene. He really lays it on thick. I think I'd like the Weiss/Winter stuff more if it didn't feel so expository tbh.

On the bees: Blake did not show up this episode.

Ep 5: Penny too OP pls nerf. Anyways why wasn't Cardin here. Nuts and Dolts my beloved. Oh setting up that she's magnetic. Would say it's smart but we've seen Pyrrha manipulate aluminum cans so her power does not actually rely on magnetism and is most likely just metalbending. Anyways bluecap girl. She's important, surely! I'm sure we'll see a lot more of her :) Freezerburn fight! Against these dudes that show up once again in v7 I think. I did not remember the boobs joke. Don't know how to feel about it. Though I guess Yang is technically an adult. Think the animators played Jet Set Radio to get into the mood for this fight? What- What? Why did trumpet guy not finish Weiss off? Is he stupid? I know we need RWBY to win but what the actual fuck? That was… really anticlimatic. The rest of the fight was fun, but it kinda felt like it ended not because of Yang's skill but because of Neon's(?) stupidity. See, I think the Maiden Stuff is a bit of a retcon. Cuz in V2 they actually went to great lengths to show how Cinder could do her fire stuff… only to have it be maiden magic thing in V3.

On the bees: The short conversations Yang and Weiss had here gives more fuel to Freezerburn than Bumbleby has gotten yet. Insane.

Ep 6: What do you mean it's been months since I saw last chapter? Nonsense Now that I notice, isn't it HILARIOUS that team SNNN has the two randos nobody even remembers at their front in the OP? lmaooooo Ah yes the completely not out of left field maidens stuff we all know for a fact this was planned from the beginning and not introduced here in a strange attempt to make this story larger than it really needed to be. Despite the shit I give the random appearance of this, I don't immediately hate it. The fact that later on the powers aren't seasonal in the slightest is a big fucking annoyance (Why have them distinguished by seasons if there is no distinction between them) but this avatar-esque sort of powerful baton-pass is, at least, interesting. The fact it ends up being just a literal 'find the mcguffin power to get the mcguffin artifacts' is something I'll maybe tackle later. Ah, yes, Aura technomagical mumbo-jumbo. If only we actually understood how the fuck it actually works. Subtlest transition in the show. Hey, the choreography here is pretty neat! It could be a bit faster and the projectile tornado is not the best choice but we do get the return of the Dempsey Roll! Ok, before I go on a rant regarding the illusion here, I'll wait until it's properly explained, because I may be remembering how it went down incorrectly.

On the Bees: Naught.

Ep 7: Starting with the moment these characters meet is not necessarily bad, it kind of explains why they're with Cinder, but once again I think these scenes are hurt by pacing. I don't mind the Adam scene, I just find it hard to believe he'd ever accept to talk to humans at all at first. Like, I reckon Cinder would've been attacked on sight. And of course the idea that these guys would let a Maiden just go on alone without any vigilance for a while at any point is absolute nonsense. Maaaaaaan last episode I praised the fight but this was b a d jesus. Anyways see what I mean about the maiden powers? Them just being "yeah it's magic whatever" feels kinda underwhelming ESPECIALLY WHEN THIS CHICK'S BEATEN SO STUPIDLY. Anyways Mercury and Emerald dodge lightning here. Just… they just do it. I'm sure there'd be a powerscaler somewhere that would go through the trouble of actually thinking hard on that but let's not go down that route. (note: I asked a powerscaler friend and apparently all RWBY characters scale to FTL I am going to unalive meself) Anyways really girl? All that power and you get beaten by, basically, three grenades? WHY WOULD YOU GO AFTER THE ILLUSIONIST THE DANGEROUS ONE IS CLEARLY THE RED DRESSED ONE Anyways great timing Qrow WHY WEREN'T YOU WITH HER AT ALL TIMES M8. "Nooo his semblance-" IT WORKS AROUND HIM NOT WHEN HE'S AWAY. idk Adam ends up looking quite committed to the plan, it feels off that he was coerced into it. And hte aftermath of the fight… they don't actually explain exactly what happened, but I assume Emerald created the illusion for Yang? How real do her illusions feel? Anyways I was gonna say something more but I forgor, maybe it'll come back to me. Anyways Mercury's VA has actually gotten quite better since his introduction. Cinder… not so much yet.

On the bees: Nothing. literally fucking nothing for 7 episodes in a row I am going insane. Don't even let me count season 2 on the streak.

Ep 8: Honestly, Ironwood having a point aside, Yang got off easy. As far as everyone knows, she potentially maimed a downed student for no reason. Getting disqualified is like, a slap on the wrist by comparison. WAIT. STOP EVERYTHING. FUCKING FINALLY. ONE (1) ACTUALLY GOOD BUMBLEBEE MOMENT!!!!!!!!! UNHEARD OF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You can see where Blake is coming from, Yang's reaction is pretty telling. Hell, Blake comparing Yang to Adam is a romantically charged parallel. (also some freezerburn fuel with Weiss refusing to even consider Yang was in the wrong but we'll skip that) The scene with team JNPR is aight. Pyrrha is thoughtful about the maiden stuff, Nora and Ren are comedic, it's all fine. Oh right I just remembered what I was going to say before: NONE OF THIS ACTUALLY HOLDS UP TO SCRUTINY BECAUSE YOU LIVE IN A WORLD WHERE PEOPLE HAVE SUPERPOWERS. YANG MESSING UP LIKE THAT COULD BE EASILY EXPLAINED BY A SEMBLANCE. ESPECIALLY QROW WHO WAS THERE FOR THE EMBER ATTACK AND KNOWS SHIT'S ABOUT TO GO DOWN AND THAT HIS NIECE WOULD NEVER DO THAT. I'll proceed to ignore the part of my brain that knows this moving forward. Honestly, the scene between Jaune/Pyrrha here may be one of the best written in the show. They allow it to breathe, the conversation feels real, the music's great, the atmosphere is heavy. I've had my grievances with the pairing, and I still do, but this scene does manage to sell me on the heartbreak that comes later. See, this is what I mean? Bunnygirl gives one (1) hint of the semblance thing to Ruby and she figures it out. How can super experienced teachers and shit not even consider it? "Didn't you say you were going to ignore-" shut up. As much as I really like the buildup to the final scene here, I have one teeny tiny little problem with Mercury stopping Ruby. Come on now, say it with me: YOU. HAVE. SUPER. SPEED. MERCURY SHOULD NO BE ABLE TO STOP YOU. YOU CAN LITERALLY JUST GO RIGHT THROUGH AND HE CAN'T CATCH UP.

On the Bees: WOOOOOOO CELEBRATION TIME WE GOT IT DUDES AND GALS EVERYONE CHEER. Is it enough to make me believe they're already in love and that they're on-route for a romantic development? No, not really, but fucking hell this is the first time this rewatch I've been like "yeah I can actually ship that."

Ep 9: Ozpin: sees what's about to go down Also Ozpin: Does fuckall about it RUBY DON'T FUCKING STAND AROUND YOU HAVE SUPER SPEED THIS GUY IS CLEARLY SUS JUST GO "Mercury caught her-" YEAH BUT SHE GAVE HIM TIME TO GET READY, FFS. Anyways at LEAST she tried ffs. The fight here is ok-ish. Lots of fast and fancy moves that are sometimes hard to parse, but not necessarily in the same fashion as Monty's style. Enjoyable nonetheless. Never quite understood why Pyrrha didn't stop using her semblance after deflecting the blades? Or did she really give them that much momentum? Anyways, it's a fine scene. I'd say it's less impactful knowing Penny comes back to life (and then they kill her again) but I enjoyed Penny's 2nd run so much more so I'm happy for it. The fallout of the whole th- WAIT A GODDAMN MOMENT THE EPISODE IS CALLED PVP BECAUSE IT'S PYRRHA VS PENNY I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL MYSELF anyways as I was saying the fallout of the whole scene is, in my opinion, a bit subdued? Until the actual fallout kicks off but I think there should have been a riot from like, second 5. And we don't even get to see how Ruby got past Mercury actually, do we? Jesus fuck. Cinder's speech is kind of… overdone? Like, you could probably cut it to half the length and have it be more impactful. Also this is a perfect example of the fact that nobody in RWBY should actually be alive. Like, in a worldbuilding sense, even with Ozpin and Maidens helping out, no society should be able to get to the level of any of the big cities. I can't believe they left Roman in a cage for half a volume and then he'll die having done basically nothing. What a fucking waste man he's so much fun.

On the Bees: Nothing. Will we have anything else before the big moment at the end? We better fucking do because otherwise it's nothing for 2 more volumes lmao

Ep10: Once again I am proven right in my assessment that everyone should get their aura unlocked, because then this shitshow would be a lot more survivable. Anyways monochrome here standing still amidst a stampede of Grimm is kind of… a wasted chance? They should've been fighting while talking. Aight the scene of the lockers raining down on the nevermore is quite good. So I understand the civilians, but aren't all of the people in uniforms hunters? Even if they're in training, I reckon there should be a lot more fighting. Blake: "they're shooting at us! Lie on the ground without cover, that'll make them miss us for some reason!" And it works. Using the locker to fly is pretty smart! And we've seen Jaune being thrown in one before so it's not unbelievable- Wait actually why don't students do that more often. BLAKE, WEISS, NEVER SPLIT THE FUCKING PARTY. "My darling." Clearly nothing ever happened between Adam and Blake. OZPIN GET OFF YOUR ASS AND GO HELP YOU LAZY FUCK DON'T JUST STARE OUT THE DAMN WINDOW I love the dragon grimm, but if you know me, you know I just love dragons in general.

On the Bees: Great episode for Monochrome actually.

Ep11: Did Neo just flirt with Ruby? Like, come on. I've seen people insist Adam and Blake had nothing going on but all of these "my love" don't seem quite one-sided. Blake doesn't refute them. So, Velvet's ability is really fucking cool, and building a weapon that can take advantage of that is also really cool. If you know me, you know 'copying abilities' is pretty much my 2nd favorite superpower (behind superspeed), so I tend to use it a lot in TTRPG campaigns and such. Hell, I have a RWBY OC with the ability to copy semblances (One at a time, doesn't come with inherent understanding, it's quite underpowered as far as copy abilites go). So yeah, believe me when I say I think this is pretty cool. On the other hand, we have almost no investment in these characters, and I think it woudl've been cooler if her box mechanically transformed into these weapons rather than projecting them. It would also bypass the whole "one use only" deal. And Weiss finally using the knight feels quite nice. Well, only an arm. Don't remember when she summons the whole thing. End of V4, methinks? "It's not what I have to gain, it's what I can't afford to lose". Roman having the rawest fucking lines again and he's about to die this is so fucking sad man. Anyways does it really feel like Roman would work for these people just cuz he's scared? Idk he seems more like the kind to try to get profit off the end of the world. Let's be honests: Roman's death was a clear case of "we can justifiably bring him back if we want to". Just have the destruction of the ship kill the grim that ate him, while at the same time the body protected him from the explosion. Which they should have done because he's by far the most charismatic antagonist the show has had up to this point. For being the first time Qrow uses his scythe, it's quite confusing. He could have 100% done that with the sword. Ok, second big Bees moment! Lemme talk about it in the bees segment. JAUNE, YOU HAD ONE JOB. SEE? WE HAVEN'T SEEN YANG TAKE DAMAGE, HOW HAS SHE ACTIVATED HER SEMBLANCE? Jesus fucking christ have some consistency guys please. Yellow blood? Really guys? I mean I get she's yellow but that's kind of taking me out of it lmao. No Ozpin you don't get to be badass you were sitting around doing jackshit for too long, this is 100% your fault. Anyways, episode full of stuff. First real Salem foreshadowing.

On the Bees: Adam says "I'll destroy everything you love" and yang shows up. Is this shippy? Sure, I can give you that. Was it made with /that/ intent? Allow me to be quite clear: I doubt so. Thematically, it's just supposedly the person closest to Blake, her direct partner. Again, in 3 seasons so far, the show has done absolutely nothing to make me believe they give a shit about representation. Plenty of explicit hetshit going on, but not a single queer person making a clear appearance. So yeah, allow me to cast my doubts.

12: woo magic fight Oh these teachers are alive. Don't remember seeing htem in future volumes so I thought they dead. HANDHOLDING WHITE ROSE CONFIRMED NO MATTER HOW HARD THE WRITERS TRY NOT TO MAKE IT HAPPEN. "WE WILL FIND THEM" GAYASS See, Pyrrha was actually going to survive, the problem is that she inadvertedly set off the final Death Flag, 'kiss before an important moment', which usually isn't lethal on its own but can be when you already have more of them. SMH. The fight is badass. Maybe the gears move could have used a bit more, uh, actual using, rather than the usual "pile everything on top of her" thing. But yeah it's pretty good. And of course, Pyrrha's death. It's quite painful, really. Not too shocking but a good scene overall. Do I believe the show could have been more interesting should they have kept her alive? Yes, probably. Silver eyes! The one piece of foreshadowing I can actually believe. For once, someone infodumping the current situation makes sense. Infodumping about silver eyes which won't actually become relevant again for another 3 seasons. Sisterly reunion is alright. All this infodumping is a bit much imo, would rather have some other scene in the middle. Wow Weiss you and Ruby both have PNG dads, you have so much in common. Anyways yeah salem another actual piece of foreshadowing well done. She looked much cooler in this engine too.

On the Bees: Blake runs away from how guilty she feels towards the whole Yang thing, and Yang is clearly hurt. It's a good basis for some angst and yearning that they ABSOLUTELY squander in vol6.

Anyways yeah that's the season! Honeslty having split it down hte middle I don't feel like I can quite make a judgement on whether I enjoyed it more or less than previous ones, but it is overall better written. too bad we're now going into 2 of hte worst volumes of the show if memory serves me right.

Oh, and surprisingly enough, methinks Pyrrha finally passed the bechdel test. Third time's the charm, eh?

Now, for short things:

WoR "Aura": I've never been a fan of the aura/semblance thing. Aura and semblances are fine but this show just isn't very interested in actually exploring what a world with these abilities would feel like. They do a fine job of establishing dust-tech, but nothing regarding semblances? As stated during I think my V1 notes: You should be doing everything to unlock Auras and find useful semblances amidst the population. What if someone has a semblance that just lets them create food or water? or stuff like that. There are no rules attached to semblances other than "manifestation of the soul."

WoR "Vytal Festival Tournament": Oh, wait, were these meant to be seen before V3? or during V2? Whoops. Once again I am forced to ask about the viability of war in Remnant. Its logistics. With Grimm… it just doesn't feel plausible. Anyways this short seems mostly here just to explain Amity colloseum. Which like, fine, it can exist.

WoR "Huntsmen": Why was hunting only a profession after the war thing? Didn't people need to protect themselves from Grimm before? Surely there were already people doing that by then. Wait, what do you mean "now defunct mantle"? I mean it's not the best place to live but it was hardly dead.

WoR "CCTS": One tower going down meaning all towers go down is, in all honesty, incredibly fucking poor design. I get it goes with the themes but you can't tell me they figured out the tech without also figuring out how to isolate towers so that htem falling wouldn't collapse the others. Other than that, it's just a lengthy explanation for "we invented the internet."

WoR "Four Maidens": Nice animation and all, but this could have easily been a world of remnant for s1—except this story didn't exist back then, of course. Neither did the maidens. Other than that, it's quite the boring fairy tale, aint gonna lie. Not much going on, the show's version of it was better simply because it let you imagine what the actual story was. ANWYAYS SEE WHAT I MEAN? THIS THING IMPLIES THE MAIDENS HAD ELEMENTAL POWERS UNIQUE TO THEM. Ugh still angry about that. Way to make maidens indistinguishable from each other.

There's the 4 kingdom WoRs but I'm gonna be honest with you fam, dunno if I actually care to watch them. If I do I'll include them in the v4 notes.

#RWBY #RWTC #thought I was dead did you #anyways yeah moving on to v4 maybe we'll see

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First Day

The first finished short, though not the first chronologically. There's one more that comes before this one, but this was the first one I actually completed to some degree of satisfaction, and it's only the second one, so I figure it's not too far into the plot- and character-development to be posted. I might even end up expanding it, since it's pretty short, but, eh. I'll throw it up for now.

If anyone actually ends up reading through it, any critique is greatly appreciated; it's completely unbeta'd and I haven't posted any of my writing anywhere in years, so feedback is very, very good.

Also, warning for profanity and brief homophobic language. It's a short primarily about the Scouts, so there's no way the script's gonna be clean.

Summary: It's the new RED Scout's first day.

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First Day

“Anyone get a good look at RED’s new Scout over the last few days?” Engineer asked, slipping the last shell into his shotgun and tucking the weapon into its loop on his belt. The BLU respawn room was quiet, and had been near silent before the question; they were always a fairly subdued bunch in the minutes before the buzzer. Sniper shrugged, digging a near miniscule crumb of dirt from under one of the tiny screws of his rifle’s scope.

“Younger’n ours, hard as that might be to believe,” he said, drawing a flipped bird from the young man in question and chuckles from the others. “Green as spring grass and jumpy as a toad on a hot rock. The Reds’ll probably break him before the fighting gets a chance.”

“Is it really all that surprisin’ if they do? Those guys are fuckin’ nuts,” Scout said as he finished wrapping his hands in their customary bandages and drew his heavy wooden baseball bat. “Lookin’ forward to bashin’ in some a’those psychos’ knees and heads today. Especially that fuckin’ Soldier,” he added in a low growl, swinging his bat in a whistling arc before him; Scout’s encounters with the particularly psychotic Red during the last fight had not gone well. Spy patted him on the shoulder and lit a cigarette.

“I’m sure you’ll get the chance, petit. When ’ave you ever known that ’elmeted madman to remain quietly on the rear lines?” he said. Sniper nodded, lighting a cigarette of his own and settling his rifle in his hands.

“Here’s hopin’, but don’t push too hard.” He looked around the room, catching each man’s eyes for a second as he pushed his aviators up the bridge of his nose. “Everyone keep your heads down today. We dunno what their new Scout’s capable of, and, small as he is, we don’t want him scoopin’ our case because we underestimate him. And their Engie seems to’ve taken a likin’ to the west alcove of their warehouse, second floor.” He looked meaningfully to Scout and Soldier, the latter of whom saluted sharply. “Don’t let it throw you. I wanna see low respawn numbers at the end of the day.”

Nods rippled around the room, and there was a chorus of rattling metal as weapons were hefted. The timer above the door ticked down, a high electronic beep marking each passing second. 16… 15… 14…

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3… 2... 1…

The starting buzzer blared and the metal shutter rolled up, releasing a raging torrent of Reds. Scout jumped as a jet of flame washed harmlessly over him before Pyro charged past, howling behind his gas mask. Despite his very short training and the briefing on the train in, Scout still expected to feel his shirt burning off his back, but all he felt was the rough shove as Heavy pushed past him.

“Move, little boy-man!” he roared, and Scout jumped again, bolting out the open door and into chaos. He winced as one of Demo’s bombs exploded a few feet from him and one of Soldier’s rockets detonated not much further away. The Blues weren’t even in sight yet, but already Scout’s ears were filled with gunshots and explosions and battlecries. His teammates were bloodthirsty. He was beginning to realize that he was not prepared for this, not at all, but it was too fucking late to back out now.

He caught up to and passed Pyro as they exited the intel room, and saw flames gust out around him again—without feeling them—as he left the other man’s range. He heard muffled, guttural laughter behind him as he weaved his way through the warehouse, and clearer bursts of chuckling receded with the footsteps clattering up the ramps to the second floor. Pyro was messing with him, and the others were thoroughly enjoying it. Scout shook his head. He’d expected some hazing—he was the short, freckly, buck-toothed new kid; he’d have been surprised if people hadn’t fucked with him to some degree—but the apparent glee most of his teammates had taken in harassing him since his arrival unnerved him. He was honestly starting to look forward to encountering the enemy team.

The whizz of a bullet passing far too close to his head made him reconsider that thought as he sped out the wide warehouse doors. With a yelp, he dove behind a shipping container next to the train tracks, clutching his scattergun to his chest as his heart thundered.

Rockets started flying out the RED warehouse doors toward the train station in the centre of the field, and they were answered by a rocket barrage in return. Chipped concrete from their detonations pecked Scout’s cheek before he covered his head with an arm. He could feel warmth starting to trickle down from one of the more painful impact spots, and wiped his cheek, staring at the blood that came away on his fingers. The first blood he’d shed on the battlefield. He swallowed hard and peeked around the edge of the container.

Another whizz, followed by the pinging p-tew of a ricochet. Scout cursed and, questioning his sanity, he ran toward the moat instead of retreating back into cover. He wasn’t gonna just sit back and be a pussy for his whole first battle. He’d recognized from his training, short and disorganized as it had been, that the shots coming at him were sniper fire. He needed to get too close for the BLU Sniper to get a clear shot. To do that, he had to get over the moat.

There was a bridge a few yards away, but he didn’t want to be out in the open that long. It had to be straight over. No big: just ten or so feet of freezing, probably septic water. Right. Gritting his teeth, he took a deep breath and flung himself across the wide watery trench separating the RED base from the train station.

He grunted, his sneakers skidding on concrete, as he cleared the moat by at least six feet. He stumbled as he came to a stop and stared back at the distance he’d covered. Damn! Whatever RED had given him during his pre-deployment physical really did the fucking trick!

He hadn’t recovered enough to gather his bearings before something solid slammed into his gut, hard enough to double him up over it. He choked, eyes bulging at the sudden pain and breathlessness. He staggered back and stopped himself from going to his knees, if barely. He tried to raise his scattergun for a shot at his attacker, lifting his wide eyes to aim. This time he saw the heavy hardwood baseball bat coming at him. Straight toward his head.

He ducked with a hoarse yell, overbalancing and landing flat on his ass. He finally managed to lift both his gun and gaze to catch a glimpse of the enemy Scout’s blue-clad back whirling away from him with the momentum of his swing. For half a second, he could only stare at his enemy counterpart—the other man easily could have passed for one of his older brothers, in bad light—and that half-second was enough for the Blue to turn back, bat raised for another swing. Just in time for a load of scattershot to take him squarely in the chest.

He looked as shocked by the shot as Scout, finger still hovering over the trigger, felt. A hand rose to the gory mess of the BLU Scout’s front, absently fingering the bloody, pulverized meat and exposed edges of bone. Scout could only meet his opposite’s stunned stare with one of his own. Blood quickly stained the front of the Blue’s shirt, some dripping onto the concrete. He swayed, and blinked slowly, a glassy look coming into his eyes.

“You little fucker,” he mumbled, more incredulity than venom in his voice, and he toppled forward at Scout’s feet.

Scout’s eyes didn’t leave the corpse, and he didn’t move until, like a movie effect, the body started to fade. It grew steadily more transparent and then just disappeared, the blood fading with it, except for a few spatters on Scout’s shoes and pants. He scrambled to his feet, one arm folded over his aching gut, and frantically looked about him.

He saw Heavy emerge from the moat, his vest and shirt more than a little singed, and he saw the BLU Soldier explode into a shower of blood and meat chunks when one of Demo’s grenades hit him head on. His own team’s Soldier was coming his way, jogging along the edge of the moat, and Medic was taking swings at the BLU Demoman with his bonesaw and a maniacal, almost psychotic, grin on his face. Men were screaming, bullets and bombs were flying all around him… Scout swallowed hard. He had to keep moving, get into the BLU base, and grab their intel before he ended up getting blown away. He could take the time to process all of this once the battle was-

“Rule one of being a Scout, lapin.” He gasped as an arm wrapped around his neck from behind and something sharp jabbed lightly into his spine. “Do not stand still.”

The call of “Spy!” was still building in his throat when the knife slid home.

Then the cold white walls of the respawn room surrounded him and he stumbled, eyes goggling and hands shaking. Had he just… died? One of his hands flew around to his back, feeling for where the BLU Spy’s knife had entered, but there was no pain, no wound, not even a tear in his shirt. But he remembered feeling the cold steel splitting skin, the sharp dart of pain before he’d opened his eyes here.

He made it to the garbage can in the corner before he puked, but it was a very near thing. Yeah… he was definitely going to need some time to process this.

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It had been a long day by the time the end-of-match siren blew. The Administrator loudly berated them all for failures, RED and BLU alike, but no one really paid her any mind. They were all too relieved to depart the field after hours of frenzy and pain for no reward. Still, despite the relief, the stalemate was painful. They had nothing really to gain from winning—a couple extra grand on their already exorbitant paycheques and a few congratulatory special supply vouchers—but losing was never a fun experience, and today they were all losers. Some were taking it harder than others.

“That little fucker!”

The BLU Scout growled, pitching his bat at the back wall of the respawn room as hard as he could. It rebounded a good four feet before bouncing a few more and slowly rolling to a stop at Spy’s feet. Spy picked up the weapon, and took a quick step back as Scout stomped across the patch of tile he’d just occupied.

They were the only ones left in the respawn room, the others having retreated deeper into the base to seek healing or relaxation as required. Spy had stayed behind when Scout did, wanting to make sure the younger man eventually did go to have his myriad bruises and cuts seen to once he’d worked through his anger. Knowing Scout, left alone, he’d fume and rant until he got tired or hungry, and leave the wounds festering until the next fight’s first respawn.

The young man’s headset had suffered the same fate as his bat in the course of his rage, though it had come to rest much closer to its original impact point against the wall, and he was in the process of wringing his hat in bruised-knuckled hands as if he blamed it for the embarrassments of the day. Spy had to pity him; there had been quite a few.

“That little shit! Six fuckin’ times! I died eighteen times today, and that…” Scout made inarticulate sounds of fury, strangling his hat more violently and then sending it flying into a bank of lockers. It hit with a resounding clang, echoed as Scout marched over to give the locker a hearty kick as well. “That fuckin’ shitbag cocksucker is gonna eat my fuckin’ bat tomorrow. Gonna shove it down his throat, out his ass, and fuckin’ floss him with it! Then I’ll shove my scattergun up his ass and blast away! Then shove my fuckin’ pistol up there and-”

“Scout, mon petit voyou, it was not that bad,” Spy said as he set the bat on one of the benches. He turned, meeting the younger man’s glare with a dry look of his own. “That look does not work on me. Stop it. You know I am right.” He lit a cigarette and took a seat next to the bat. “It was a long day, but we all ’ave days when our counterparts seem to single us out. Remember that week the ’Eavies were at each other’s throats?”

“This ain’t the same and you know it,” Scout said, shoving his hands into his pockets and giving the lockers another, more sullen kick. “It was his first fuckin’ fight, and I don’t even think he was tryin’ to run into me. I’d come ’round a corner and baby fucknuts is just standin’ there lookin’ clueless. Then he sees me and bam! I get one hit off, maybe two, then he blows me to shit!” He shoved his hands back through his hair, his anger returned in full force. “He blew my fuckin’ head off twice! That fuckin’… Rrrrgh! I’m gonna twist his head off that scrawny fuckin’ pencil neck!”

“Per’aps it was just beginner’s luck?” Spy suggested, shrugging and watching as Scout started to pace, shoulders hunched. “You are taking this too ’ard, petit. We all ’ave bad days, some worse than others. Today was bad for all of us, both sides. The new Scout threw everyone off.” He grunted and took a drag off his cigarette, puffing out as he grumbled, “’E certainly is speedier than expected, even for a Scout… and I don’t believe any of us anticipated that ’e’d adapt so quickly.”

Scout snorted and flopped down on the bench beside Spy, leaning forward with elbows on his knees; deep gouges packed with dirt and gravel were visible through a tear in the right knee of his pants. “Yeah, no kiddin’ there. Sniper was sayin’ how he almost didn’t make it up to the balcony in time to take his first shot at him. And you see how quick he got back across our moat after that one kill Demo got on him? I saw his bits fade out, and I was still pinned behind the train cars by their fuckin’ Soldier when he comes flyin’ back. He can move quick for havin’ such tiny legs.”

“’E is very small, isn’t ’e?” Spy said, chuckling, glad to see Scout calming down. “I wasn’t aware RED ’ad become so desperate as to start robbing the cradle to pad out their teams.”

“Really though!” Scout hooted, a grin splitting his face. “What is he, fuckin’ twelve? The Reds are gonna eat him alive.”

Spy smirked. “If their dégoûtant convict of a Sniper isn’t doing so already.”

“Augh, gross, Spy. I don’t wanna be thinkin’ a’that,” Scout said, wrinkling his nose in distaste. Spy raised an eyebrow in mock surprise.

“So prudish, petit! I never would ’ave expected it.”

“Hey, I just ain’t no fuckin’ cocksucker.”

“Tsk, typical American vulgarity. There is nothing wrong with exploring the pleasures that come from a more… masculine touch.”

“Sure, yeah, of course you’d say that, ya fancy candy-ass froggy fa- Ow! The fuck was’at for?”

“Oh, would you look at that! Your knee is bleeding again! We should get you to Medic before you say something else that you regret.”

“Aw, what, did I hurt yer feelin’s? Big scary Spy doesn’t like bein’ called a fag- Ow! Fuck, fuck, fine, I’m shuttin’ up! Christ, talk about sensit- OW! Dammit!”

——

The RED Scout still hadn’t left the showers. Somewhere in the bowels of the base was a monstrous water heater, which meant the water jetting from the showerhead was still steaming after over an hour, and Scout’s blazing skin could have served as a team banner. He’d stopped really feeling the heat a while ago, not long after he’d finished scrubbing himself almost raw with the near-caustic soap RED provided. It had taken longer than he’d expected to clean off all the gore and grime that had caked him at the end of the battle; there had been a surprising amount of it.

By the time the ceasefire siren had blown, he’d been on one of his longest “living streaks”, which meant he was one of those still cut, bruised, and shot up at the end of the day. Medic had been there, freshly respawned himself only a few minutes before the siren, when Scout had tottered back into the base behind Soldier, who had been bellowing at the top of his lungs and gesturing violently with his own severed arm. The doctor had proved more eager to examine their injuries, as thoroughly and at as great length as possible, than to provide healing, so Scout had added a not-insubstantial amount of his own blood to his outer layer of grime before being given a lick of healing from the medigun, just enough to heal the worst of his injuries, and told the rest was unlikely to kill him before his next respawn.

The partial healing of the wounds had not removed the evidence of them, though, so Scout had been left with smears of dried and drying blood caked onto his skin even under his clothes. That, on top of all the sweat and dust. There had been clods of disgustingly reddish mud in his hair and under his nails, and he’d almost puked again when he’d found a chunk of… something lodged behind his ear. He didn’t want to know where, or who, it had come from, or how it had ended up there. He’d just flicked it down the wide drain and scrubbed himself as if his life depended on it.

Actual cleaning had only taken up fifteen, maybe twenty minutes of his shower, though. Since he’d set the soap back on its shelf, he’d stood, and then sat, in the stream of hot water, watching the droplets trail across his reddened skin and the gleaming white shower tiles. Some of the others had come and gone in that time, but they had paid him no mind, save for Heavy’s malicious chuckles over “little boy-man’s sensitive stomach”. Scout had ignored them in return, staring blankly beyond the tile walls and into his frenzied memories of the day.

What horrified and sickened him the most about everything, he thought, was how little everything he’d seen and done did horrify and sicken him. He’d killed people, repeatedly in some cases, and seen others die in more horrific ways than he’d thought possible. The BLU Scout kept showing up wherever he went, it seemed, and he couldn’t deny the intense triumph he’d felt each time he’d killed the other man, after that first stunned kill. And the burst of savage satisfaction after he’d crushed that stupid BLU Pyro’s mask right into his face, seeing blood squirt out around his bat, through the crumpled filters and shattered lenses…

Scout hugged his knees tighter, resting his forehead against them and watching the thin stream of water falling from the end of his nose. He hadn’t thought that he’d enjoy killing so much. He knew it wasn’t… real, not during a battle with respawn waiting to snatch them all back from the jaws of “true” death, but it was still killing. Someone didn’t survive having their head shot off, or exploding into chunks, or being literally cut in half by minigun fire. There had been a definite rush in watching blood and body parts fly, and it had only grown more intense when he was its cause. He’d been in fights back home, beaten some guys real bad (if not quite to RED and BLU standards), but the adrenaline rush of a good fight was nothing against the pure, animal satisfaction he got blowing away Blues.

He liked it, but it felt wrong. Especially after seeing how his teammates had responded to the battle. They had been vicious, some of them, most of them, animals more than men. Heavy had been horrifying, bellowing laughter as that massive gun tore the Blues to shreds, and Pyro had been… monstrous. An alien, pyromaniac beast with a voice like nothing human. Scout had even seen Engineer chuckling darkly over the mangled corpse of the BLU Spy, his wrench and gloves dripping blood.

He knew he hadn’t been much better, after his third or fourth death and respawn. By then, the cycle of kill, be killed, respawn, repeat had settled with him, and he’d gotten a second kill on his BLU counterpart without the same feeling of shocked horror that had stymied him after his first. Instead there’d been a heady rush of feral exhilaration, and, from the moment the Blue’s corpse had faded after that second encounter, he’d sought more of it with a desperation that scared him, now that he had a chance to look back. The BLU intel had always been his true goal, somewhere in the back of his mind, but he’d been reckless in choosing his paths to it, more interested in how many kills he could get before his next respawn than finding the safest route. It had resulted in more than a few deaths of his own.

He sighed, folding his hands over the back of his head. There was that, too. The deaths. Respawn was nothing short of miraculous, bringing them back in perfect shape even after being dismembered or pulped or whatever else might happen to them, but they still died. He’d died more than twenty times, according to the board in the respawn room at the end of the day. And dying hurt. Some of his deaths had been like the first, instant and near painless, but others…

The BLU Scout had seemed to take special pleasure in tormenting him, drawing out every death that he could. Despite only being responsible for five of Scout’s deaths, he’d broken his legs, shattered his hands, broken his back, and only seen fit to actually end Scout’s life when the flow of the battle drew him onward. At least he had ended it, though. Scout had seen Demo after an unfortunate run-in with the BLU Pyro, where the sloppy-drunk Irishman had been granted no such mercy. Scout felt his gorge rising and swallowed thickly.

Why had he gotten himself involved in all this? Yeah, the money was fucking astounding, but this was only his first battle and he’d already seen men burned alive and blown to smithereens, and been riddled with bullets and beaten painfully to death himself. Was six figures worth turning into the kind of lunatic he saw in Medic and Soldier and Pyro? Was it worth all the pain? What would Ma say? He shivered in spite of the hot water. She’d always talked about the “dangerous men” she’d known in her younger years, but how could she approve of a son who enjoyed killing so thoroughly?

Scout lifted his face and scrubbed his hands over it with a groan. He wasn’t built for thinking about this kind of shit. He realized for the first time just how wrinkly his toes and fingertips had become and grimaced. He hated wrinkling up; it was why he never took baths. He got to his feet with another groan, trying to rub the sleep out of his leg and ignore a deep ache still settled in his ribs, and turned off the taps.

In the sudden absence of hissing water, Scout heard the tak tak of bootheels on the tile and he looked up sharply. The room was still filled with thick steam—how long had he been showering?—but he could make out a lanky, hatted silhouette near the sinks at the other end of the room.

“Y’finally finished up in there, Speedy?” There was no mistaking Sniper’s throaty drawl. “Was startin’ t’worry ya might’ve melted.”

Scout snorted, smiling in spite of the melancholy that had kept him under the shower’s spray so long. “I know I’m pretty fuckin’ sweet, but I’m not made a’sugar, Snipes.”

Sniper’s chuckle was a low rumble through the slowly dissipating steam. Scout liked him. He and Engie were the only ones on the team who had treated him like, well, a teammate since his arrival a few days ago, and Sniper had gone out of his way to help show Scout around before his first “official” day. He’d even fed him his first night, when Demo and Pyro had thought it would be hilarious to incinerate his dinner.

Sniper had brought Scout, still nervous and more than a little put-out by the hazing, to his “nest” (a small room, barely bigger than a closet, at the top of a very tall ladder that offered a view all the way across the battlefield) and offered him a bowl of hearty rabbit stew. “Caught the li’l buggers just outside the fence,” Sniper had said with pride. Scout had been reluctant to try rabbit, thinking of the twitchy-nosed little bunnies he’d seen on his train ride in, but in the end he’d emptied three bowls over the course of a nearly two hour long chat. Sniper was quiet and more than a little intense, but Scout couldn’t help but feel comforted by his unflappable presence in the midst of the rest of the team’s madness.

A fluffy towel smacked Scout in the face and he caught it as it tumbled down toward his chest. Sniper was grinning at him. “Better dry off and cover up before ya shrivel any more, Squirt.”

“I ain’t shrivellin’,” Scout said, though he did cast a self-conscious glance downward before he started drying himself. “Yer the one who’s peepin’ on my junk, ya dirty old perv, so…”

“So what?”

Scout blinked and paused as he was wrapping the towel around his waist. He gaped at Sniper for a moment, who was now clearly visible past the last lingering wisps of fog. He didn’t have his aviators on, and there was a fierce, hungry gleam visible in his eyes even from across the room. It was almost enough to make Scout nervous. He shrugged and cleared his throat, feeling a flush spreading up his neck and cheeks.

Then Sniper laughed. “Oh, relax, kid. Christ, the look on yer face!” He crossed the room and clapped his arm around the boy’s bare shoulders. “Let’s getcha somethin’ t’eat and maybe y’can tell me a little about those dark clouds y’were lost in when I walked up, eh?”

Scout blinked again, and then a broad grin stole across his lips. Intense, but comforting. After today, that might be just what he needed. “That actually sounds awesome; I’m fuckin’ starved.”

#tales of well #tf2 fanfiction #tf2 #tf2 oc fanfiction #tf2 ocs

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ilopisara · 1 year ago

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21.05. 20:31 | Ilo Pisara vs Okilly Dokilly 3 - 8

Alright, folks, let's dive into this disaster of a game. We got absolutely clobbered by Okilly Dokilly with an 8-3 loss. VETOJA HYVÄT HERRAT! Seriously, what were we doing out there? Teppo Winnipeg, buddy, you’re supposed to be moving the puck not playing hot potato with it! Two shots on net from six attempts? That's like trying to hit a barn door and missing! Yuri Tarde was our only bright spot—two goals and one assist while going nine for nine in shot attempts. You must have been channeling your inner sniper because everyone else looked like they were shooting blindfolded. Jani Saari... eleven giveaways?! Are you kidding me? Were you passing the puck or handing out free samples at Costco? Historically speaking, we've had some ups and downs recently: squeaked past FENIX (3-2) and METINATAJI LV (5-4), but also got roasted by Edmonton Broilers (1-7). This inconsistency is killing us faster than my cholesterol levels after Thanksgiving dinner. Looking ahead—we need more Yuri Tardes stepping up if we're gonna turn this ship around before it sinks completely. And Jani Saari needs to stop giving away pucks like they're Halloween candy. So buckle up boys; it's either onward Ilo Pisara or back into tragicomedy territory—you decide!

#nhl24

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thequietmanno1 · 2 years ago

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Thelreads, Vigilantes 86, Replies

1) “Been quite some time but I remember the gist of it: Pop in a coma, Koichi as a sniper and Soga being useless. Yep, that`s where we were, so, let`s jump in and see what`s going to happen next, on Chapter 86: Masked Fighting Tournament.

…

Huh… This title does not bode well for this chapter, does it?”- Well, It’s bad for the present arc’s pacing, but honestly, this and the final few storylines of Vigilantes stuck out more in my head than the in-between stuff we had from the beginning chapters up until Bee Pop, so I honestly think this is some of the more enjoyable stuff Vigilantes has, unclear timelines be dammed.

2) “Yeah, phelps is trying to tell those dudes to fuck off, but they refuse to leave.”- Pretty much the same as it’s been since chapter 1 then?

“Now you`re telling me that he donated for this hospital in case something like this happened? Or am I jumping the gun and that`s not what we`re doing?”- It’s possible it was part of his plan for Capturing Tamao and simultaneously giving her the medical aid she needed, donating to several hospitals in order to have a support network available to receive her immediately no matter where he confronted her within the city. That, or they’d also double as a fallback option for himself if he got badly hurt whilst out on the job.

3) “Oh, now you know exactly who`s to blame, right? If he had donated more money they could`ve built a secure checkpoint rather than relying on three criminals harassing everyone that shows up.”- Sadly, access to his amassed bank account details were one of the few things Knuckles didn’t succeed in passing along to Koichi via Soga as an intermediary.

4) “…

I don`t know why but something is not sitting well with me. Why do I have the feeling we`re about to know some info that will greatly annoy me? I already know for a fact it must be about Knuckles, but I shiver at thinking what else he is gonna bullshit us about.”- How about teasing us off this current plotline for an entire flashback arc about his investigation into the proto-trigger drugs? 5) “Although we haven`t seen much of him acting as a hero, not before AfO gave him a affectionate headpat, so this might be interesting… The manga about Vigilantes is gonna talk about heroes again.”- Technically, we see him acting as a hero here, but in such a manner that it’s clearly leading into his eventual bread-and-butter tactics and persona as a vigilante, effectively meaning that we get both hero and Vigilante in operation at once. 6) “…

Wait what

What- What?

Where just gonna jump into a flashback, just like that?”- All flashback, all chapter, all the way. 7) “Ohhhh…. Not vigilantes, I see, it`s a illegal fighting ring by the looks of it.”- Not quite a vigilante yet, anyway, but certainly already taking steps to becoming one… 8) “Illegal stuff, I like it, finally we`re going in the dark side of society, with no black or white morality attached to it, just a bunch of people wanting to have fun beating the everloving fuck out of each other.”- Knowing that, was it really so surprising seeing Rappa’s entrance into the narrative? 9) “Also, where does Knuckles fit into this? Because the way we`re going this flashback might end before we even get to the fun part”- Honestly, Rappa’s entrance into the chapter already made it a highlight for me. Koichi could have really done with a punch-loving guy like him to sharpen his edge against in a fight once Knuckles went awol on him. 10) “Hold on, he needs a sip before he can scream and writhe in agony.”- He’s chugging beer to regain Health – he’s secretly a Yakuza character! “Ohhhh- I now know where Midoriya`s father went, I wasn`t expecting this tie-back to the main series.”- Not the only one you’ll be seeing in this ring…. 11) “ooooookay what even the fuck

What you mean by stream? Wasn`t this place supposed to be a secret illegal ring? Why are you announcing it online?”- Illegal, yes, but I get the impression it was A) small-time stuff they were expecting to fall under the radar for a while to rake in some profit, and B) utterly disposable to the actual organisers, who can take the funds and flee should any police efforts be made to shut the club down, allowing them to start up again under a new name in another location. 12) “ALSO HOW LONG IS THIS FLASHBACK GONNA BE? I THINK WE`RE ALMOST HALFWAY THROUGH THE CHAPTER ALREADY, IS IT GOING TO BE ALL OF IT?”- All of it and more, it’s a whole new arc, completely disconnected from Koichi’s current predicament!... mostly. 13) “So much for an underground secret club, this shit is a convention center open for rent what the hell

the heroes were really lax back then by the looks of it, what the fuck”- I do get the sense that there is a noticeable disconnect in police and hero efficiency between both the main series and vigilantes, but I’m also generally willing to give it the benefit of the doubt here and there, since I find the overall story an enjoyable read. 14) “Oh shit, we`re going back to trigger by the looks of it

so it has some involvement of AfO, even if not directly.”-Technically, if the timeline (even if slightly wonky) is correct, then this would be Knuckles’ first real encounter with the drug, and thus, the trigger-point for everything that happened connected to it since, leading up to the current building climatic confrontation between Knuckle’s protégée and his evil Knockoff. 15) “Ha.Ha.

The whole hero name was just a long-plan to make this fucking pun, wasn`t it?”- I honestly would not have put it past Furuhashi. 16) “Huh, is that a proto-design of your future vigilante costume? It seems like it, and the timeline spirals in on itself like we`re in the end of Uzumaki

Or was it at the beginning of it? Can`t tell for sure…”-The seeds of the Janitor are definitely in there, but he doesn’t quite yet have the fight-happy joy his future persona will…in fact, his current opponent seems to have more of Knuckles’ bloodlust than Knuckles himself doe, even if it’s beginning to show a little towards the end there. 17) “Another pro hero in a undercover mission of course, their backup is waiting on the other side of the parking lot, and both sides are unaware of each other.”- Definitely not a pro hero, though arguably the most good-natured of the Hassaki, which, given he’s facing what will eventually become Knuckles, seems oddly karmically balanced out. 18) “A hug? Maybe? We can talk this over if he is not cool with it.”- Rappa’s a simple guy, with a simple wish. Punching. Short, simple, easy to wrap your head around. 19) “WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE

IS THAT

IS THAT FUCKING RAPPA

THE FUCKING OVERHAUL UNDERLING WHO FOUGHT AGAINST FAT GUM AND KIRISHIMA

ALL THE WAY BACK LIKE CHAPTER 140 SOMETHING”- I find it funny/awesome that Rappa, an otherwise-unremarkable mook in the grand scheme of MHA’s story, proved to have enough enjoyable presence and personality out of all of the Hassaki to earn a cameo appearance in Vigilantes, over even Overhaul or the other higher-ranked members – and even got toleave a lasting impression on Knuckles, going by the chapter ending. 20) “IT IS HIM

IT IS FUCKING HIM

WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT

THE FUCK”- Hilariously, this means that rather than get rappa a custom-made mask like the other members had, he was already wearing one 24/7 that was close enough in appearance that they just sewed a bird beak on it and called it good.

21) “THEY ARE CHIT-CHATTING, I THINK THE CHAPTER IS GONNA END BEFORE THEY ACTUALLY FIGHT”- It’s the trash-talk necessary to hype up the crowd before the bell rings, but honestly, I think Rappa’s philosophical views here wound up having more of an impact on Knuckles than he was expecting. 22) “OH MY GOD THEY ARE REALLY CHATTING

YOU TWO GET ON WITH THIS BULLSHIT BEFORE THE CHAPTER ENDS”- A good fight is like a good meal, you can’t rush it, lots of preparation has to go into the dish before you start cooking. 23) “WE SAW ONLY TWO PANELS OF IT, IT BETTER FUCKING NOT BE OTHERWISE I`LL BE PISSED.

KNUCKLES, GET BACK THERE AND GET YOUR ASS BEATEN PROPERLY”- Oh don’t worry, Knuckles likes the taster he’s got of what Rappa’s cooking up…. 24) “OH YOU FUCKING- THE FLASHBACK IS GONNA LAST ANOTHER CHAPTER

DAMN YOU FURUHASHI

DAMN YOU

AND JUST WHEN WE GOT RAPPA BACK”- On the plus side, it means we get more Rappa next time! @thelreads

#bnha vigilantes #bnha #thelreads #chapter replies #my hero academia #vigilantes 86

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*Two gal pals are hanging out at a hilltop, yards away from the scuffle, wearing color coded jumpsuits, head to toe in red and blue. The Blue One aiming a Truvelo 20x110mm Sniper Rifle at the scene, though no trigger discipline, the thing isn't even loaded, meanwhile the Red One is tapping away on a laptop with soft pad clickings*

🔵: Yeahhahaha oh my god Thy Neon Viking knocked out that solo cold. Hey told ya there'd be one showing up, you owe me ten bucks.

🔴: Ugh whatever =tosses a crumpled ten buck bill at Blue's helmet= Half expected, this is a good neighborhood after all. I think I got a King Sized Snickers Bar from this house one Hallow's Eve ago. =aptop beeps= Aha! Finally cracked the WiFi to access the camera systems.

🔵: Like we need them, you know those MTX Cameras are still at 360p. Can't just tell them a bunch of bad bugs got out, ate a guy alive and earn our claim?

🔴: This is all ToJ regulations and we must be thorough to keep our jobs. 'sides I'm just gonna skim this I'm not watching all 14 hours of security footage. =tapping away= Oh yeah cute, their password is literally "password" with a zero for the o and put hashtags at the start and end.

🔵: It's always password. Peters always use just password.

🔴: See now you're learning. =she scans through the footage to the point of the incident= Yeah here we go.

*POV of Camera 3 pointing to a door that goes to the house's basement, where the pale crawly bugs burst out scurrying across the room. Minutes pass, while this footage is going at 5x speed, where somebody enters the house and sees the bugs going about, and avoiding them by stepping over them, and goes right to the door to the basement. The bugs soon follow, minutes pass, and they come out crawling with red blood all over their faces. More minutes pass as they crawl around the walls, spreading blood and gooey body fluids even on spots on the floors. Camera 1, pointing to the driveway where Thy Neon Viking does show up donning his armor with his station wagon. A fight breaks out on Camera 2, pointing all around the living room where most of the fight took place in. Neon Viking swinging his battle axe around, throwing them to the walls, and of course seen taking the TV in the downtime. Camera 4 would be pointing to the upstairs hallway, where only one bug has ever gotten up there in one of the bed rooms. Viking follows the trail moments later, carrying the bug on his shoulder and in a swift dumb action, knocks out the camera. Camera 5 showing off the pool side, which the previous passage has happened already to current time*

🔴: Alright good enough. I can conjure up a clip show on the way to our next step.

🔵: What next step?

🔴: That wasn't Caleb in the footage, dude's like 5'4'' and whoever was showing up was built like a stud.

🔵: Arsonic good or just plain good.

🔴: Please. Stop. =Laptop dings= Nice just activated the GPS radar for his neck chip. With a heartbeat. Silver Member Protection is working out for him now we can pin point his location.

🔵: Ahh Silver Member Protection...."If you act now, we'll install a GPS chip to your most beloved and/or important person of notice for free!" Now those were the days hanging out in mall food courts, talking to college kids that couldn't get into the army. Shit it beats keeping this sniper position for two hours straight.

🔴: You didn't get to hold a sniper rifle in a mall though.

🔵: But I could!

*brief pause*

🔴: Yeah....well I pin pointed Caleb. He's hanging out at Rockefeller Memorial Bridge, stream side. His boyfriend however, his signal is gone. Our next step to file this claim is to debrief it on our client. Bring him the bad news all.

🔵: Oh yeah, my condolences and everything.

🔴: =over lapping= My condolences. I know that's the part of the job I actually hate; socialize with the public with bad news. Well nothing's going on?

🔵: =looks into the scope= That solo just got up.

*Through the scope Green Thunder wearily gets up from the floor and drags his foot across the floor as he walks across to the fence, trying to jump over it, but realized the door is latch locked on that side and opens it, looking to confront the viking character, the scope moves up the road to see some light sirens going off into the distance*

🔵: 5-O is coming. Let's bail.

*the two scouts quickly, yet hastily, packs up their equipment and sneaks off from the scene that's about to go down.*

==============================================\\\\\

Fly It High

*After failing to enter the front door of the household of Caleb Ramos, where a TOJ Code Orange threat is taken place, Green Thunder tries the backdoor by going over the stone molded fence to the pool, to which he falls flat on his ass.*

⚡: AH DAMN! Augh...walk it off, boy. Walk it....huh.

*Green Thunder notices the pool needed some cleaning work, as weird pale creatures are surfaced on the pool, looking like veiny worms with dozens of legs, all of them not moving. GT gets up to investigate the pile of odd bodies, even getting a pool net and foolishly pokes at them.*

⚡: Well whatever the hell happened...damn seemed like an agent already got here. The hell are these th-

*In a smashing instance, a window from the second story breaks through with a worm creature plopped on the floor. In a moment it scurries it's little legs around, finding it's footing as Green Thunder is taking it lightly*

⚡: EUGH what the FUCK! The HELL is that goddamn thing!? No no no, I'm out, I'm-

*In a second instance, a man donning a bright shining blue armor jumps out of the window and lands right on his feet next to the crawling creature. Green Thunder backs up as the man swings a battle axe glowing with green and blue neon lights onto the floor, slicing the creature in half, all the while he gutturally screams in a thick Gaelic accent. As he kicks the pieces off to the pool, he looks up and notices the man in the green suit piece of tech, scared shitless.*

🪓: This doesn't concern you, false knight! Go back to your little cave.

⚡: Whoa okay. Time out, time out. =doing the time out gesture= Hold up, what the hell, what's going on? What happened here?

🪓: Star Spawns happened.

⚡: What?

🪓: =points battle axe to the pile of bodies soaking in the chloride dyed pool= Least I remind you of the Ancient's ways, corrupted by the master, where meteor showers or aurora borealis happen, the stars fall upon the Earth. You're lucky enough I showed up, otherwise your Trinity of Justice would have to keep them alive before they turn into worse beings.

⚡: =squats down eyeing the monsters= They look like the XenoQueen got it on with the Eraserhead baby...well you know when it was grown up and uh...well anyways if it will make you feel better I'm not with the ToJ. I'm on my own here, and I'd have to assume you are too?

🪓: I'm different from you, wandering warrior.

⚡: Right well I bet you heard about a Code Orange Threat here. Caleb Ramos, a professor from Riverstone University. Advanced biology but toyed around with making house flies the literal size of houses some dozen years ago. What made you so special that you happened by the area?

🪓: Fool that you are to misunderstand what's going on. If I may properly introduce myself, I am the combined son of Odin and Zeus. I was chosen by the true Heirs of the Ancients to protect the planet from The Master's plan to corrupt you beings much like he did with the Ancients. Wielding the Axe of All Knowns, Armor of the Southern Isles and power gifted from the True Heirs to undo the Master's plan, I am Thy Neon Viking!

*A breif pause happens as Green Thunder has to collect what this cosplayer has ranted in the past minute*

⚡: So...where's Caleb?

*Thy Neon Viking points his axe once again to the pile of bodies, especially to one where it's belly looks full.*

⚡: =Shakes head= Okay, I don't know what kind of nut job thing you got goin' on pal, but right now we got anomalies in the pool, an MIA civilian and by any moment an actual agent is gonna come by and for our sakes, pin this on the both of us. You and I gotta zip.

🪓: In a moment. =Turns around to the glass sided back door= There maybe some more Star Spawns. I'll hold them off back, you can just go.

⚡: You know I kind of realize something....out there in the drive way there was a station wagon. Looked pretty gritty, with a mismatched door. With a big screen TV at the back. =Looks over Neon Viking's shoulder, peering through the glass door to see a pretty bad scuffle. Tossed chairs, weird black goo on the walls, a nice clean outline where a TV would be hanging on the wall= So what's going on?

🪓: Hey like I said, Viking business. Okay so what, I broke the screen. You know what they say...uh...always recyle!

⚡: Buddy....=takes a big whiff= yeah that's skunk weed al-

*In a flashed moment Neon Viking jabs his fist to Green Thunder's stomach, whereas he holds onto the impact, putting his legs together and falls right by the poolside. Groaning in pain, Neon Viking runs right out to the door, smashes right through the glass door and goes through the spacious fancy household with his battle axe grinding through the floor, more like he's dragging it behind.*

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#heroes die #red scout #blue scout #hey i remembered to go back to this!!!#WOOO #creative writing

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