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Hi there. (UPDATE POST)

I'm quite sorry for neglecting this blog. I am most definitely not dead, just a while ago I had moved onto mainly posting updates via the bird app and YT Community Posts because it was a lot easier for me to update there for some reason. (Maybe because it felt like I had to make formal posts here on tumblr due to its format? Like this one?) But I am still greatly sorry for neglecting my audience on Tumblr, which I know is how a lot discovered my project (and who i hope are still around... haha...) So yes, it's been a few years since the prologue, and I am very sorry 'bout that. I had a lot going on in my personal life that slowed stuff down as I am the only one working on the production of art/editing/scripting besides the VAs and my proofreader(s), so when I slow down, everything does.

Here's an update for those not following me on other avenues:

By this point, the prologue sprites are quite some years old and not up to my current standards, as well as being really low resolution so it was obvious when I blew them up. I also played RAINCODE and Komatsuzaki's new style with the rimlighting inspired me and made me jealous and so In order to satisfy my own creative needs and to give these characters the best I think I can do I made the executive decision to start a whole castwide sprite revamp.

Here's an example. If you are following me on my other channels you will know that I am almost done with the full revamp sets with only a few characters left to fully finish all their edits. I will be slowly migrating most of the update posts/art I have been doing to here as well.

I hope for the people who have patiently waited and are still interested to please allow me some more time to make CH1 the best it possibly can be.

If you want to, please consider checking either my youtube community tab or my twitter at twitter.com/gitarooMain for more frequent updates, but I will try my best to update here more frequently.

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| # KITANA KAHN HEADCANONS ⟢

Want my Kitana playlist? Here you go! https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0sAqmlScuWcMCPLDx3jKOM?si=7ZB9UvoQRYm6kBBax5zlgA

Kitana actually really likes taking notes of things. Specifically what Earthrealmers likes & dislikes. She also likes taking notes from books and using them to improve things like her mannerisms.

She actually feels / felt really bad for Mileena. At first, she despised her because she was made from her blood. It was mainly because she couldn’t comprehend how such a person could become this savage with her blood in them. She started to feel bad because that savageness made her become outcasted and resented by many. She soon came to regret the things she had said to her sister and wanted to make amends, but just didn’t know how. It was not pride, but responsibility that go in the way. She was too late before the timeline had been eased. Liu Kang had thankfully made those amends with her when her Titan counterpart shared these secret feelings with him. Which is why I believe they’re so close in mk1. It is strongly implied that Kitana is more than willing to sacrifice it all for Mileena now.

She never desired war among the people of her country, she understands, but she never wanted the conflict. It will be hard for her to subdue their anger, but she knows that she must show in action and not words. She also must not harshly judge, and make excessive remarks. Like executing citizens out of petty thievery. (Fuck Kotal in mkx)

She writes in a journal. Not because she has a lot of her plate and almost nobody to talk with, but because she’s afraid she’ll lose these things before she knows it. She writes all things down that are important to her and the emotions she feels when they’re around. People / places / foods / things all have their own categories within the journal. Like those tabs you’ll put on your notebook.

Her favorite drink is tea. Specifically because you can do anything with it, choose your taste, how strong it will be, what color you can change the water. It honestly reminds her of herself. She is constantly sacrificing herself for others, and gets almost nothing in return. It’s not like she minds though, she won’t ask for much in return. She is almost always keeping her mother & sister from arguing with each other, too.

If she had to choose what kind of music from earthrealm, she either chose classical music or soft rock. (Like Friday I’m in love by the cure) Those kinds of music brings a sense of balance and harmony within her. She thinks they’re soothing and easy to listen to. She would hate heavy metal and pop / rap. Too quick, and brash for her. She would not like the amount of cussing and talk of drugs or sex, either.

She never enjoyed being a reverent, she hated having her senses dulled by sorcery. She hated mindlessly following orders and not doing a damn about it, she hated hurting the people she loved. She hated seeing Liu Kang in the same state as her.

She isn’t into the idea of intimacy. She hardly feels like she even has the time for a romantic life. So why would she even care about having babies? She understands that she is in need of an heir, but she just doesn’t feel like she’s fit for that kind of life. Not yet, at least.

Mileena & Kitana do actually share everything. From makeup to clothes. Mainly to keep each other protected or in company of each other’s presence. Whenever Kitana would let Mileena barrow her makeup, it would usually because of her Tarkat. Mileena allows her sister to borrow her clothes, so whenever they go somewhere else separately they have each other with them too.

Kitana really likes classical things from music to her style of clothes. It is prominently seen through her Titan counterpart & her Endian royal outfits. I would also like to believe she’d be into the classical piano. When she started learning about it, she was hooked. She even tried learning it.

She had a very hard time accepting her emotions, which easily made her almost heartless. If not, hard to connect with, so whenever she starts to show raw emotions, she’s coming anew to her feelings. Like an infant, but she knows how to control and contain. It was hard for her to break out of her shell, she was very tense.

She gets easily tense and fidgety. She hides it very well, but if you pay attention to her, you can sometimes see her intensely brushing her hair back. Or rubbing her neck. She also hates it when others look at her for long periods of time. She’ll ignore it, but it kinda gets to her. Making her become very conscious of her actions and words.

She is very confident in her skills but will sometimes shatter in herself if she loses. She is a perfectionist, and it literally kills her to lose and mess up. She hates it when others say it’s okay, because to her it’s not. It will stay in her mind until she can forgive her of, which isn’t always the case.

She’s patient. Like really patient, which is why she’s usually teamed up with her sister. Sindel rather have the parings of Tanya or Kitana with Mileena, knowing how heated things could get. She sees that Kitana is like the peacemaker of the group, knowing she rather not have the argument / conflict going on.

She will listen to whatever people have to say. Regardless if she agrees to it or not, kinda goes with the other headcanon. She’s patient, and won’t lash out on people who she disagrees with. She rarely ever gets into arguments because of this, especially when it’s her alone too. She has an uncanny ability to keep the calm between others. (I’ve noticed this in MK1’s story mode)

She studies other cultures before going anywhere. Regarding of the culture? She has three books worth of studying and a book full of notes for things she should look out for. Especially when it comes to languages, and what people expect. She tends to overthink if she doesn’t know anything, she will practice with Jade & Mileena. Sometimes her mother with certain things, like pronunciation or grammar because it’s expected the Empress knows. Mileena is forced to take part of this too, because she is heir.

In her free-time she likes to study instruments like the Violin, and Piano. She practices the music in her room. She will occasionally play in front of her family and Tanya & Jade.

She does not lie taking things to granted, especially other people rights and their privileges. She hates what happened to Baraka, she thinks it’s unfair, not just. He has sacrificed half of his life to Edenia, just to become an outsider. From a disease. It sickens her how normalized it is, she hates how problematic it is, and nobody says anything.

Actually doesn’t really like using technology. She gets the basic premise of them, but can’t understand the point. She would rather chat with you, and hang out physically. She also doesn’t quite get emojis, and finds them a bit confusing to get. She doesn’t use them a lot, but when she does it goes like this most of the time, “hello!! 🌺🌺🌺💕💕💕💐💐💐" Very expressive, but kinda unconditionally. She just wants you to know she loves you.

A big kid person, actually. She loves to have out with them and hear what they’re saying. She quite empathizes with their innocence. Something she wishes she had as a kid, herself. She grew up, matured faster than everyone else. So, she likes hanging out with kids for the therapeutic pleasure but she also educates them too. Tells them the real truth, and some extra fun-facts about the topic they’re on.

Her and Mileena trades hair tips with each other. They’ll so each other’s hair every once in a while. Giving each other the directions on how to do the hair-style if they like it.

They make each other “Spotify playlists” about Earthrealm songs they think they would like. Mileena is a metal head, while Kitana is a classical soft rock. They both actually kinda had a hard time doing this, so they both ended going to Johnny for extra help.

Kitana actually kinda liked it when Johnny was hitting on her. For educational purposes, though. She found it interesting how Earthrealmer’s are so different from each other, she studied their behavior. She made notes on their behavior and interactions with each other. She certainly noticed that Johnny likes hitting on every women he meets.

Titan Kitana occasionally draws Liu Kang out of yearning for him. She never shared it with him, nor anyone. She’s almost embarrassed by it, but she cherishes them like they’re her children.

She actually likes helping around the garden and kitchen. She likes to be of help with small things that don’t mean much, but to her, it’s a big thing. Like watering the pants, picking up tools, planting seeds, cleaning the dishes and silver wear, setting up the table, or cleaning the kitchen itself. Everyone feels guilty about her helping out, but she pushes it away and does more the next time.

When you’re sleeping with her, she is the big spoon. She likes when others are comfortable or warm. She doesn’t mind scarification for that.

She’s the type of person to get her dinner plate last. She would rather have others eat what they need than her getting food of her desired size. She finds comfort in the people she lives and serves for getting the bigger portions. It eases her.

Shes always uptight, if I haven’t made that clear. She always is going to overthink her decisions and interactions with people. Especially from other Realms, and she will try her hardest to stay confident. She doesn’t quite see that also turns into coldness and blunt criticism. She doesn’t mean it half the time, but you have to remember she’s royalty. She is expected to be perfect, so don’t expect her to not judge yours. Different lives, and different views of the situation. Regardless, she will be grateful for your help.

Likes to take nature walks. Especially when there is a lot on her mind. Plus, she rather either go alone or with Jade. She finds nature easy to navigate through, and the peace it brings eases her anxiety.

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Day 4 | Sukuna Ryomen | kinktober 2021

kinktober 2021 masterlist

4th October - Voyeurism

paring: ryomen sukuna x f!reader (x satoru gojo)

summary: you and sukuna had been seeing each other for a while but decided to keep it a secret from the rest of the jujutsu sorcerers. 

until sukuna see’s gojo eyeing you, that’s when he decides he doesn’t want to keep it a secret anymore

words: 4.4k

a/n: doesnt follow the canon of the show, sukuna and itadori are separated. 

warnings: no spoilers, 18+, smut, (unaware)voyeurism, unprotected, possessive and toxic sukuna, alcohol

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The beat of the music thumped the air around you, it was so loud that you could feel the bass of the song in your chest. 

Of course Gojo would rent an entire nightclub for Halloween, anything to flex his bank account on everyone. 

He even put a large tab behind the bar - large hardly described how much it really was, you and Nobara figured out that everyone would have to order around 43 cocktails each until it even came close to running out.

Unfortunately, some people had taken that as a personal challenge. Ryomen Sukuna was people.

He was your best kept secret. The cocky pink-haired man somehow wormed his way into your life but you’d both sworn to keep it a secret from the other sorcerers.

The two of you weren’t dating, despite the jealous and protective attitude he had towards you - others had noticed that much at least. Whenever you and another male sorcerer were having a conversation, Sukuna would promptly turn up and interrupt it.

At first you wanted to ask him if it bothered him, but he’d made it clear on multiple occasions that your relationship was solely about sex and nothing else, so you left him to it.

“He’s staring at you again, you want me to beat him up?” Maki cracked the knuckles of her right hand as she whisper-shouted to you over the loud music, your eyes shifted momentarily to your unknown lover who was leaning on the bar with a beer in his hand.

Megumi was attempting to talk to him, but his attention was on you - when your eyes met his you made sure to roll them extra-dramatically so he would get the hint that he’s being obvious.

“Nah it’s fine, I can handle Sukuna,” you reassured your friend. When you turned your attention back to her, you noted her confused look, “No, I meant Gojo,” she discretely pointed towards a booth opposite your own and you not-so-discretely followed her finger with your eyes.

Gojo and Nanami were sat side by side. Nanami’s mouth was moving while he was speaking to the side of Gojo’s face, which was directed at you. He had decided to wear his black circular glasses today instead of his blindfold, so you could see his bright blue eyes peering over the top of them and at you.

“Oh,” was all you said back to Maki, you hadn’t realised you’d caught the white-haired man’s attention, “Why would you beat him up? He’s just looking around?” you asked naively.

Maki snort-laughed out of her nose, normally it would be unattractive but it was Maki so it still somehow sounded nice, “Cause he’s obsessed with you?” he gave you a glance that meant this is something you should already be aware of, “No he’s no-” you started to protest but she interjected, “Don’t play dumb, he’s always staring at you,” she bit back fairly harshly.

“Honestly, I’ve never noticed,” you were telling the truth. You only ever saw Gojo as a colleague, a very attractive colleague but you had no idea he was infatuated with you.

Gojo’s gaze finally left you as he turned his attention back to Nanami and their conversation, but you could still feel burning in the side of your head. Tentatively, you scanned the room to try and find the source of the burning.

It didn’t take you very long, Sukuna was glaring but not at you, this time it was at Gojo - his face read that he was thoroughly pissed off. So much so, that Megumi had even turned around and followed his eyeline.

“Oh no,” you muttered under your breath, it was mainly to yourself so when Maki turned to you and asked you what was wrong you were a bit taken back. Luckily, Maki was a smart woman, it didn’t take her very long to figure out that your ‘Oh no’ was a subconscious code for ‘I think Sukuna is going to start a fight with Gojo’.

Sukuna’s eyes found yours again and you subtly tried to shake your head side to side and mouthed a ‘Please’ to him, praying that for once he would listen to you and not make a scene.

His blood was boiling, his grip on this beer had gotten so tight he might’ve been worried that he’d smash it, if he could calm down enough to notice how white his knuckles had gotten.

“Dude, you okay?” Megumi’s voice almost cut through the thin layer of red that filled his every sense, but it wasn’t enough. 

Satoru knew what he was doing, he always knew. Somehow he would find a way to rile him up, maybe it was just his stupidly symmetrical face, or how he always had to be one step ahead of him.

He got the best of the best, that’s what pretty rich boys get. Satoru taking over his training place, he could forgive; Satoru making a move on every woman Sukuna ever showed interest in, he could tolerate; but you were off limits - when it came to you, there would be blood.

“Yeah, I’m good,” he chugged the rest of his beer, he glanced towards where you were sitting and noticed you staring back at Gojo - okay, now he really was about to lose his shit.

He rolled up the sleeves of his black dress shirt, exposing his tattooed wrists, and was about to rip that pretty boy from where his lanky ass was perched, but your movement caught his eye.

He watched you shake your head ‘No’ and mouth something to him. Well, when you looked so cute with your short dress and doe eyes, how could he be so selfish as to reject a request from you.

Either he’d definitely drunk too much alcohol, or he was starting to have more than just sexual feelings for you. He would leave that decision up to sober Ryomen in the morning.

If he wanted to beat Satoru Gojo, he would have to be smart about it. Maybe he should ‘accidentally’ let it slip that he’s been fucking you for the past 6 months to Panda, he can’t keep a secret like that to himself he would feel too guilty.

No, if he did that you would probably never speak to him again, let alone allow him to touch you.

He had a plan brewing, he just needed to wait for the right moment to put it into action.

He gave you a half-mouthed smirk and used his free hand to give you a small wave, causing Megumi’s eyes to drift from Gojo to you. A part of you wanted to believe that you’d just read his expression wrong and there was nothing to be worried about, but you knew Sukuna better than that, he was up to something.

After a few hours of staying vigilant and keeping a mental note of where both Sukuna and Gojo were, you started to lose track of them, Gojo in particular - Sukuna was never too far away, but the tension you felt earlier seemed to disappear completely.

You let yourself relax and enjoy the music and company, you’d changed booths at least twelve times since you got here, but there were enough seats to go around, despite the people that kept multiplying by the hour.

“Do you recognise anyone anymore?” you shouted to Nobara and Maki, they glanced around the room in search for a familiar face when they both stopped behind you, “Haven’t forgotten about me already have you?” you felt a hand rest gently on your shoulder.

The sudden contact made you jump in your seat, but when you glanced over your shoulder to see a tattooed face and rather messy hair, you felt a bit more at ease than before.

“Unfortunately not,” Nobara took two shots one after the other to emphasise her distaste for the new company, “Don’t be like that, at least get to know me first,” Sukuna grinned cockily as he poured a small sliver of beer down his throat, finishing that bottle.

In his other hand, he had another unopened bottle, almost like he’d come prepared. “I do know you, that’s my problem,” Nobara huffed and folded her arms defiantly. Maki extended her hand out towards the standing man, “I’m Maki Zenin, nice to meet you,” she said politely but even the way she said her own name held so much power in it.

“Ryomen Sukuna,” he took her outstretched hand in his and shook it formally, he made sure not to put too much strength behind his grasp but was pleasantly surprised by Maki’s own grip.

This girl was not to be messed with and she was making that very clear from the get go, “A Zenin, huh?” Sukuna mused as he let her hand release from his first, “You seem too intelligent to be a Zenin,” Sukuna gave her a backhanded compliment.

It would’ve been backhanded if he hadn’t spotted the way her nostrils flared when she said her surname indicating that she didn’t associate with her family name but used it none the less.

Maki took his banter the way he intended and let a small smile creep onto her face, “And this must be... Nobara Kugisaki?” he pointed his index finger of the hand he was holding the beer with at the ginger haired girl, he tilted his head towards you and eyed you looking for confirmation.

You nodded carefully, he was tiptoeing a dangerous line, he was letting it slip that you and him had spent at least some time together for you to have talked about your friends to him.

Neither Nobara or Maki knew about how close the two of you really were, they didn’t even know you were acquaintances.

“What’s it to you?” Nobara bit at him verbally and you would‘ve heard Maki sign if it weren’t for the loud music, “Your cursed technique is quite interesting, from what I’ve heard,” there he was alluding to you again, “Resonance is a pretty powerful move, you’re pretty badass!” he added.

Moving his unopened bottle down onto the metal table so the cap was on the edge, he hit the top with maybe 10% of his full strength and the cap popped off of the bottle, allowing him to take a swig from his new drink.

Nobara eyed him suspiciously, she didn’t trust him as far as she could throw him, and you doubt she could even pick him up, but she was at least opening up to the idea of him now.

Why was he doing this? He’d never shown any interest in your friends before. He let you vent about stuff so he knew their names, but he always acted like he couldn’t remember who was who, the only friend he seemed interested in was Megumi.

“Do you want to join us?” Maki gestured for the empty seat next to you and you visibly cringed, how would you go about acting as though you didn’t know him when he had been inside you this morning.

He let out a quick ‘thank you’ and started to lower himself on the seat, resting his arm on the back of the booth behind you. You shuffled away from him to give him more room, you knew he would hate that but he showed no signs of making that known - he was keeping your secret at least.

A couple more hours and a few more shots later and Nobara’s tune had changed completely, she was asking Sukuna all sorts of questions about him and his life, what his cursed technique was - all of which he handled with a hint of charisma and grace you’d never seen from him.

He was definitely up to something, he was never this nice, not even to you. The only reason he would put on this good guy act would be if he was trying to get something out of them.

“So-S-So, what are those tat-tattoos?” Nobara slurred almost every word in that sentence as she attempted to point at his exposed chest. 

Jumping at the opportunity to get shirtless, he undid the last couple buttons on his shirt and slipped it off his shoulders so he could show off the rest of his tattoos to her.

“Woaah!” she exclaimed, spilling a little bit of her drink on Maki’s lap as she eagerly reached over the two of you so she could poke at the black ink covering his peck.

This was Nobara. There was no reason for you to get jealous about this, but God you were trying your hardest not to swat her hand off of him.

“What’s this?” she poked her index finger a little bit higher, both you and Maki moved a few inches closer to she what she was pointing at, when you realised what it was your eyes widened - luckily, you were only facing Sukuna so he was the only one that noticed.

She was prodding four perfect bloodshot lines that you’d put there earlier on in the day, “Battle scars,” he joked as he shrugged his shirt back onto his shoulders and did the bottom three buttons up so his chest was still on display.

“Aww, no, don’t do-” Nobara started to whine but Maki interrupted her, “Nobara!” she scorned her rudeness, “Sorry about her,” Maki apologised on her friends behalf, “No need, honestly,” Sukuna waved the apology away. He was acting modest but you knew he loved the praise.

“I’m going to take her home,” Maki leaned in to you but said it loud enough for Sukuna to hear as well, “It was nice meeting you,” Maki extended her hand to him the same way she did when they first met and he happily took it again, but this time he flipped it around so he could gently kiss her knuckles, “The pleasure is all mine,” he cheesily said back as he let her hand slip from his grasp.

You motherfucker!

You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop you saying something that would give you away, “Keep an eye on her!” Maki called to Sukuna as she pointed at you, “Will do,” he nodded back confirmation and the two of you watched your friends leave.

“What are you doing?” you shot at him as soon as they were out of earshot, “Am I not allowed to say hello to people?” he raised an eyebrow at you but his voice was laced with a playful tone.

He knew you knew he was up to something, but he wanted to keep you on your toes, “You’ve never wanted to meet my friends, you said that was too much commitment,” you put on a silly voice for the last part so you could make a caricature of his voice.

“It is,” he shifted his body so he was completely facing you now, “But I want to make an effort for you,” his free hand started to twirl a loose strand of hair around his finger - you slapped his hand away from it, it wasn’t a hard slap but enough to say you weren’t playing around today.

“What’s your plan, Ryomen? I know you’re up to something,” you eyed him suspiciously. The hand you’d previously slapped away came up to cup your jaw, his thumb and index finger gripping the hinge tightly while the rest of your chin laid in his palm.

He tilted his head upwards as he looked down his nose at you, “You forget who you’re speaking to,” his words were slow and precise. He curled his lip up into a snarl, and his voice deepened to a bassy note that you only ever heard when he was fucking himself into you.

A lump of saliva balled in your throat and you couldn’t help but relax into his hold. He had a hypnotic affect on you, it’s why the two of you were so compatible, you loved how controlling and demanding he could be in the bedroom, and he loved how willing you were to submit and please him.

The hand that wasn’t on your jaw rested teasingly on your exposed leg, his thumb digging into the soft flesh of your inner thigh while his other fingers curled possessively around the outside.

“N-Not here!” you squeaked when his hand started to drift upwards and his fingertips dipped under the loose hem of your dress. It was like you purposely wore a dress that had easy access for him. “No one’s looking,” he ignored your pleas and tilted your jaw so he could gain access to your throat.

His kisses were rough and bruising, they would definitely leave marks that you’d have to explain away to your friends, and now that they’d met him and left you alone with him, you were certain that Maki would put two and two together and figure it out.

Feeling his fingertips graze your clothed clit, you jumped slightly, not realising that his hand had crept up so high. You whined and grabbed his wrist but your hips betrayed you as you attempted to grind against him.

He pulled his head away from your throat so he could admire your face, you tried your best to keep a neutral face but the bite of your lip gave you away, “Let go of me, you’re making it obvious,” he growled at you and you immediately released his hand.

He peered into your eyes as he shifted the thin fabric to the side and teased your entrance; with panic, your eyes shot around your immediate surroundings to see if anyone had noticed what was going on.

“Look at me!” he commanded, gripping your jaw even harder and forcing your eyeline back to his half-lidded gaze, “Do you want me to stop?” he asked with a cocky grin on his face, he knew you didn’t want him to and that was specifically why he was asking.

You shook your head quickly side to side to signal ‘No’ and you watched him lick his lips as he pushed his fingers inside you - your jaw attempted to open to let out a loud moan but his hand held it in place so your lips would muffle it.

“Good, good,” he mused as he picked up his pace. He wanted to sit back and watch you become a mess around him, he admired the way you would buck your hips towards him to get him even deeper into you.

He let his stare drift from your face and down to wear the two of you connected, he couldn’t see much because of your dress but it had ridden up enough that when he pulled his wrist back he could see the glistening wetness you’d made around his knuckles.

Admittedly, he was getting jealous of his own hands, he wanted to feel that tightness around his cock instead.

When he withdrew his fingers you whined and fell forward pathetically, tangling your fingers into his dress shirt to try and keep yourself up, “No, please-was so close!” you begged him.

He knew. Of course he knew, he was familiar with every inch of your body and how it reacted. He was almost insulted that you felt the need to tell him.

Wordlessly, he started to unzip his jeans. Luckily, the tables around you were fairly high, so anyone standing up or walking past wouldn’t be able to see anything that was below mid-stomach, although anyone on the same level would have a show.

You saw his lengthy cock for a second before he picked you up and moved you onto his lap, “Try not to get us caught,” he growled in your ear as he smoothed a hand down your spine.

Inhaling deeply, you prepared yourself for what was to come next, he held your underwear to the side as his ran his cockhead up and down your folds, gathering enough slick to at least try not to hurt you.

Although, that was one of his favourite things. He knew he was large, and he knew you could take it, but seeing you writhe in pain as he stretched you was a spectacle in and of itself.

When you felt him finally push into you it was rough and forceful, you had to bite your bottom lip to stop yourself from screaming, instead having your eyes roll back into your head and your nostrils flaring.

Unsure of whether it was the fact you could be caught at any moment if someone decided to glance in your direction or that he’d only prepped you with two fingers when normally you needed three to take him fully - but, it made you all that more sensitive.

You attempted to bounce back onto him but he gave your ass a subtle slap, “Too obvious,” he groaned through gritted teeth when you clenched around him. Instead he held you up by the crevice between your ass and your thigh and thrusted up into you.

It wasn’t the best angle for him, but he wasn’t about to start complaining - it was either this or he had to wait until you got home and he wasn’t a patient man.

With watery eyes, you grabbed the table in front of you with force to try and stop yourself from moving, you blinked away the blissful tears and surveyed the room.

You felt your breath catch in your throat and all the blood drain from your body when your eyes locked with crystal blue irises. Unintentionally, you gripped onto Sukuna’s dick from the panic of being caught, but he just let out a large groan and thrusted himself into you harder.

“S-Stop!” you called over your shoulder as you slapped the side of his thigh repeatedly

Sukuna pulled you down onto his dick by your hips and wrapped his arms around your front so he could play with your clit as he talked, “What?!” he bit at you harshly, to be honest you were surprised that he even listened to you when you told him to stop.

His assault on your bundle of nerves made it hard to speak properly but you tried anyway, “G-Gojo-” you started but a harsh slap to your dress covered pussy made you squeak, “Don’t say that name while I’m inside you,” he scorned you, starting to move his hips again.

“H-He’s watching,” you managed to say after many failed attempts, “I know,” Ryomen nipped his teeth at you earlobe as he made eye contact with the white-haired man sitting in the booth across the room from you, a wicked smile on both men’s faces.

This seemed to give Sukuna an adrenaline rush, he pushed your knees apart so they hooked over his own and continued to fuck himself into your weeping hole. 

You knew your dress was too short to cover you and that Gojo had a front row seat to what you were doing. Your legs went numb when you watched his blue orbs drag from your face down to where you and Sukuna connected, a sly smirk growing on his pale lips.

He pushed his circular glasses up his nose and leaned back into his seat, but you knew he was still watching by the obvious bulge growing in his black jeans.

“Show him you’re mine,” Ryomen snarled at you and picked up his pace. You didn’t know how to feel, you didn’t want Gojo to see you in such an intimate moment but you were so close to cumming that it would be too painful not to.

With Sukuna’s heavy breathing on the back of your neck and Gojo shifting forward so he could lean on his hand and admire your appearance, you didn’t have much room left for protest.

“Mine, mine, mine, mine!” Sukuna chanted over and over again from behind you. It was to no one in particular but his declaration of possession tipped you over the edge, you sharply clamped your hand down over your own mouth to stop yourself from making too much noise and drawing in more attention than just Gojo.

With closed eyes you moaned into your palm as you felt yourself release around his cock, it hadn’t occurred to you yet, but Sukuna was wearing black jeans too so he would proudly wear your stains for the rest of the night.

His plan was originally to make you cum with just his fingers, he wanted to wait until he knew Gojo was ogling you so he could show off exactly who owned you. 

His plan went out the window the moment he felt your silky insides around his fingers, he never had much restraint; especially when it came to you.

He never meant for it to go this far, but feeling your hole quiver and tighten around him as you came had his head resting on the back of the booth’s leather seating. He grinned manically as he carelessly rutted into you until you felt his dick pulsing and a familiar feeling of warmth spread inside you.

Thank God the music was loud enough to cover the heavy panting coming from both of you as Ryomen lifted you off his lap and tucked himself back into his jeans.

It amazed you how he could act as though you hadn’t just fucked in front of all your colleagues, you were still coming down from your high when he lightly patted your thigh - a drastic change to the way he’d handled you only moment’s prior.

“Hmm?” you tiredly lifted your head to the pink haired man to let him know he had your attention, but he sharply jutted his head outwards and you followed his eyeline.

Gojo was subtly clapping his hands and then switched them to hold up six of his long pale fingers, “Six?” you questioned and looked up at Sukuna who was seething, “He means six out of ten,” he angrily sipped his beer that had gone slightly warm, “Asshole.” he added.

The next couple of days you were filled with anxiety, actively avoiding Satoru where you could, and where you couldn’t your panic doubled every time he looked your direction.

As far as you knew, everyone else was oblivious, but there was a knowing glint in the white-haired man’s smirk, you could tell he was just dying to get you alone so he could tease you about it.

Meanwhile, Sukuna’s chest puffed out a little bit further than normal and you could tell he was definitely proud of himself. He made sure Gojo was aware you’d already been claimed, but he knew deep down this rivalry had only just begun.

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[profutured]

for the sake of keeping all this information in one place, here's a full list of AIdrés' abilities for as long as he remains within Area Zero. these are not public knowledge!

Locking or opening doors within Area Zero. This can be as simple as keeping the research stations open and accessible to outsiders, or a more complex process of creating/lowering the walls of security barriers in order to force people along a specific path. There is only one door he cannot unlock, and that is the single entrance into Zero Lab.

Manipulation of Zero Lab's facilities, such as lights, temperature, and the elevator that leads down into the time machine room. Should the lab ever become compromised by an unwanted presence, AIdrés is under instruction to make their descent as difficult as possible, and the easy first step is to plunge the whole building into darkness and shut off access to the elevator. The temperature control is to keep the technology working under optimal conditions, so is always being adjusted to account for the outside conditions and the body heat of those present.

Pokeball manipulation, mainly the 'locking' mechanism that prevents a pokemon from being summoned or recalled. He can lock the pokeballs of a specific individual (by targeting their unique Trainer ID), or simply do a blanket attack on every ball not registered to Turo's ID. This only works within Zero Lab, and is most effective in the time machine room.

Giving himself full access to an individual's phone or other digital device. This is an automatic process within Area Zero, usually just a surface-level monitoring of their GPS location, but it can be done outside of this area once he has the target's number or can find them via another's contacts list. It's the easiest way for AIdrés to keep tabs on a person and make sure that they are following any instructions he's given them, even once they've left the crater.

Scanning and investigating every person entering into Area Zero. What information he gains from this will be dependent on just how much of your muse is publicly known, but it's very, very likely that he's going to find something unless we have plotted otherwise. If they are/were a student at the Uva Academy, he'll already know their current grades, class attendances, registered pokemon, student ID number, full name, family address/es and contact information, etc.

Full, unrestricted access to any and all digital databases. There is nothing that can outsmart his AI, and no amount of protections can prevent him getting into those files if he really puts his mind to it. I go into more detail about this here. This isn't usually part of his initial introductory scans, but should you give him reason to become interested, concerned or suspicious, he'll be much more inclined to start delving through the supposedly 'secret' information hoards.

Supreme intelligence, just in general. Aldrés has the intellect of a supercomputer from a billion years in the future, the same time all of the paradoxes are being pulled from. His technology is impossible, it should not exist, but he does. It's fair to say that he goes far beyond the limits of organic intelligence, even when compared to powerful psychic pokemon like Mewtwo.

Pre- or during ScVi, he has control over the Iron Serpent, Miraidon. Not only will it obey his commands in battle, but he has possession of the Master Ball it's bound to and can call it back at any time. Miraidon is never used in the initial confrontation, and instead time machine will summon a team of Paradox pokemon once the phase one Battle Protocols have been activated.

The recognition of different gimmick items, such as Z-Crystals, Dynamax Bands or Mega/Key Stones. They all resonate at a slightly different frequency to Paldea's own Tera Crystals, and can easily be picked up by his sensors even if the item itself isn't visible. He's likely going to ask about these techniques, once he's confirmed someone is indeed capable of using them. He's curious.

On a similar note, he can detect all levels/types of radiation and the particles shed by people like Fallers. The latter will not be immediately identifiable as the influence of Ultra Space (not until he researches further or scans an Ultra Beast), but he will detect something is off.

[thedarklightwithinus]

Part Four; Open Bar

Summary; Bucky learns a little more about Y/N an in turn, Y/N learns more about Bucky. 

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The steady thump of music could be heard from the outside of Odinson's and a good half way across the pavement. It wasn't annoying nor was it excessive. It was just the right amount of sound to give one a steady buzz and fill them with slight excitement for what was to come. 

It clearly did for Peggy who looked as though she had been waiting to let her hair down for far to long. The same couldn't be said for Y/N. She had begun regretting the decision to attend the party the moment she and Peggy had stepped out the door of the motel they were staying in. 

Deciding to walk to the bar rather than drive and risk not being able to drive back, the two sisters had set off from their room at half five. One, Peggy, more than excited to attend and the other, Y/N, waiting to turn back and hide under the covers of her borrowed bed. 

"You really sure you want to do this? I thought we didn't get atta-"

"Attached to what, Y/N?" Peggy interrupted, raising a brow as she reached out, resting a hand on the bar door. "You don't have to come... You never have to do anything, despite what you've been told. Besides, we were invited a party, not a wedding."

With that said, Peggy finally pushed the door open and slid into the bar, leaving Y/N standing outside on her own for a moment. She sighed, rolling her eyes. "That's where it starts." Y/N muttered, looking over her shoulder before shaking her head and deciding to follow her sister into the bar after all. 

The atmosphere was exactly how she had expected it to be. It wasn't too crowded, mainly due to the fact that the towns population was so low and the percentage of people who enjoyed spending time at a bar was even lower. The vibe was almost the same as it was when Y/N and Peggy had first entered the bar, minus the large group of bikers. 

Y/N didn't bother looking around. She walked a little quicker to catch up with Peggy who was already climbing up onto the same bar stool she had sat at the day prior. 

When she too took her seat, Peggy spoke. "Should we open a tab?" 

"No need." Thor spoke up, interrupting the sisters as he came to a stop on the other side of the bar, a glass in his hand that he had been drying. "It's already been paid for."

"Paid for?" Y/N found herself asking, not entirely sure why she was so concerned. "How has it been paid for when you don't even know what we want?"

Thor chuckled, raising a brow at her for a moment. He looked as though her words had humoured him deeply and out of respect, he decided not to openly laugh. "Everyone's drinks have been paid for. Open bar." 

"I see..." Y/N trailed off, ignoring the smug look Peggy wore. "Stop it." She muttered out the side of her mouth.

"Stop what?" Peggy faked shock. 

"Giving me that look. How was I to know this was a big thing?" Y/N found herself rambling, trying to figure out what it was she was actually feeling.

Two drinks were placed in front of them before either of then had a chance to say anything else. They were identical to the ones they had ordered when they had last sat in the same chairs. Y/N grabbed hers, thanking Thor with a nod and bringing the straw between her lips. She drank a good half of it, trying to keep herself calm from the overwhelming feeling of being amongst so many people. 

"Still don't know why we decided to come." Y/N muttered to Peggy, not expecting someone else to reply. 

"You're not having fun?" Y/N jumped in her seat, spinning on the stool and staring wide eyed at Bucky who was already grinning at her. 

She eyed him for a moment, taking in how fresh he looked despite still wearing the same leather jacket she had seen him wearing both times she had previously seen him. His face looked fresher and it took her a split second to realise that his beard had been trimmed slightly which gave him a youthful look, despite him still being young anyway. 

"I-I didn't mean... I jus-"

"I'm, playing with you, Y/N." Bucky chuckled, tearing his eyes away from hers to look at Peggy who had been grinning the whole time. "You must be the sister."

"Pleasure to meet you." Peggy spoke, holding her hand out for Bucky who raised a brow and shook her hand. 

It was as the two were shaking hands that Y/N finally noticed the tall, muscular blonde stood behind Bucky, his eyes focused on that of her sisters form. Bucky seemed to pick up on where she was looking. He looked over his shoulder at Steve, his eyes widening for a moment. "Oh, this is my buddy Steve." 

"I see." Y/N nodded, smiling at him but not feeling comfortable enough to shove her hand out as Peggy had done. "Nice to meet you." 

"Shall we go somewhere else?" Peggy spoke up, grabbing her drink from the bar and standing up. She smiled at Steve raising a brow at him as he nodded, looking like a lost puppy willing to follow her to the debts of earth.

Y/N watched the pair go, looking a little envious that they were off to a quiter spot, away from the rest of the people that were having the time of their lives.  

"You look like you're about to bolt it." Bucky mentioned, taking Peggy's seat and looking at her in a curios way. 

"I'm sorry, it's not you I just don't d-"

"You don't do crowds. I get it, trust me I do." Bucky seemed so genuine in the way he spoke and yet, Y/N still had some douts. "I used to be the same." 

"You did?" She found herself asking. 

"Oh yeah..." Bucky nodded. "Still do sometimes. Came back from war not really back from it for a long time and that made me wish I was alone. It came true for a while, I managed to keep myself to myself, only leaving the house if it was absolutely necessary and then Steve figured out what was going on. Long story short, he helped me out of my own hell and here we are. Thing don't happen over night." 

"That's true..." Y/N quietly said, tilting her head at the man. "You were in the forces?" 

Bucky smiled and began to talk about his time in the forces. He told her all the good and bits of the bad. The pair spoke together as though it was just them in the room. The music nothing but a dull hum and the laughter and shouts all but gone to them. 

The two spoke and spoke and re spoke about everything that came to mind and for the first time in a long time, Y/N felt truly at ease. The fact that she had only known Bucky for a limited amount of time meant nothing. The way the two spoke to each other was almost as though they had known each other for life. 

“So, you’re a book worm?” Bucky’s voice was set in a slight teasing tone and yet, filled with interest and attention.

She eyes him with a head tilt, taking in the way his eyes shinned and his lips curved in a teasing manner. Her own eyes narrowed slightly, smiling before finally, Y/N replied. ”I like books, if that’s what you’re getting at.”

”Hey, I’m not judging.” Bucky chuckled, holding his hands up. “Favourite childhood book?”

Y/N opened her mouth, about to tell him what her favourite book was before she frowned. She wasn’t entirely sure why she was so taken back by his question. “Why did you ask that specifically? Why not my favourite book?”

”Peoples favourite book always changes.” He said with a shrug, downing almost half of his pint. “Your childhood favourite never changes.”

She liked that. She liked that a little too much. Her heart seemed to fill with something foreign to her as she looked at the man sat before her. For the first time, she felt something for someone new. 

“I didn’t realise the time.” He tore her from her thoughts, his wrist half an inch away from his face. “How’re you getting back? Need a ride?”

Y/N leaned across to him, taking a look at his watch and noticing it was almost half four in the morning. Her own eyes widened. “Shit… No, that’s okay. I’m going to grab Pegg-“ she cut herself off when she had stood from the stool, looking around the bar to see all but one pair left. “Where’s my sister?” She mumbled. 

“Your dear sister left Steve long ago.” A voice tore her from her looking. She turned around to see one of the Odinson brothers cleaning a final glass. “Must have forgot to inform you, my bad love.”

Y/N had a feeling the black haired man didn’t forget to tell her. He had just felt like he didn’t want to tell her. “I’ll… Could you maybe walk with me?”

”Don't trust the bike?” Bucky chuckled, already standing up and pulling his leather jacket on. 

“Not when you’ve been drinking, no.” Y/N found herself snorting. “You don’t mind?”

”Don’t be stupid.” Bucky laughed, holding his arm out and letting her walk before him. “I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t, Doll.”

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[captainkurosolaire]

~ Mass Update ~

Mainly going into future plans and intents alongside ideas below cut.

Ton's of things I've in store this will prove difficult to vent it all out. But here we go... First off rehashing and appropriately learning to tag and organize things better on my blog. Each category will have their own corresponding content, I seek to bring or share. [Tales of Goldbrand] -- I intend this to carry a Compendium of all my writes soon that'll have everything neatly in-order including a glossary, so it'll have highlights of stories that even matter or the best stuff. I've written here for a very, long time, there's been many shifts. I want to make it more accessible. While coloring what matters for people who want to learn Captain or his Crew with less chapters. While also giving choice to find it all easily. This is essentially a step-above master-lists. I'll be doing that after the Saga I have going on, right now is done. [Captain] -- Will provide you strictly with Captain screenshots, gifs, photo-sets. This is still his blog despite the Crew thing's will sort of make this a scuffed Multi-Muse blog. I've few more things to edit and tag fix to get all his stuff though. [The Wild Crew] -- Afterwards this story is done Immortal Age Saga, It's something that I mainly wrote as a passion project within three days to get my warm-up process fixed. It's to allow me to get a feel for all his Crewmates and casts, in combat, in-general, to feel their presences. While also giving a bit of their backstories. At any point, I can go back and polish or tweak things in. They're NPC's but... not entirely. All will have their own 'Dreams' and their own 'Disapproval's' they have their own missions even. These things will factor eventually, they might set seeds, to betray or disagree with something, but that's all angst and more stories to be created, but overall, they'll probably always be Crew, eventually. -- I plan on making character-profile sheets of them and putting them in this Tab, it'll have their screenshots, their likes/dislikes. Some RP partners or people can also be shipped with them, but they'll all be monogamous and originally start off probably Pan. This allows them to figure out what they like on their own stories. I've always been someone who likes organic-flow. Although this one story contain all 16 characters or more, the rest will probably be shortened to a Squad of 4 and dispersed when on adventuring missions. Until I do a War Arc, that's my main goal to build too. [Roster] -- Will contain this Crew in just screen-sets dedicated to them, I'll probably randomly produce those. I've PC players among this Crew too. I may not be done either adding more, but this Crew is mainly built around Quality. Most pirate crew's mainly, have hundreds, thousands. Even Fleets. This Crew has personalities, monsters, people who are living life's that exist with piracy. He's an particular leader that had PC players the same way, he's had split-personality serial killers aboard, tribal chieftains, succubus, all sorts of various people once on a Crew. It's often an outcast style, pirates default are chaotic in nature, so this really isn't any different, it's a Fantasy version of it. There's humanization characters aboard too though, so this cast is really decked, everything and person is vital, they matter because they remind or covet something that others can draw upon. If ever played (Three Houses or Mass Effect / Dragon Age Origins) A lot of things like that are relatable too this structure and format. Which, Is something I want to be able to give when RPing. I want a genuine feel of this new world someone else's muse will be the main-character too. Depending on what's interacting everything they'll be scale appropriately to follow the genre they're in and environment even. [Aesthetics] -- Already explainable what you'll find here. [Asks] -- Same thing. [Prompts] -- Trivial things I was tagged too, I plan on compiling later. [Writing] -- Another alternatively to randomly go-down and it works right now. [Logs] -- Will have more individualistic master-lists and posts there, my poems from Sheik Sphere the Bard, etc.

Things of that nature, I'll probably add still. It's where a lot of my creative writing is summed. [Gems of Hydaelyn] -- My main #tag for other characters and artists, creationist. Lot of amazing people easily to find their zones or follow them optionally if you like. Ton's I intend to support and bolster, be a lot less unspoken. I'm never the type who's been strictly inclusive. But I'll do that when I've time to even explore the dash, I'm always still planning ahead with things and projects. [CKS] My original character-sheet it's outdated on something's but not too terrible. I'll give him polishing someday, I swear? [21+F-List] -- Just purely degenerate stuff of Captain. I'm a pirate blog. I will represent that with openness and furthermore. I'm never projecting you some false-image. I started off a smut-writer by stripping that, I no-longer represent the same aura and identity. But those are strictly his stuff and kinks, I'm effective in executing them but they're not all relatable to me OOC. This blog will always be 18+ containing crude or dark material sometimes, romantic things, this Captain is blunt, will literally put his cock on the table in conversations. Swearing and being censored would be too uncommon and displace most of him, but there's more about him then all this. [Other] -- I pay homage to a lot of characters, I originally am a Concept Designer. Which mean's I make characters and ideas like my addiction. Bad characters / villains or other little things I like to share in designs, I'll put there. Some villains might get little photo-sets, even if they died. Just cause I like their design, or maybe I'll give them an AU, where they won. When I've wrapped up things. [Collabs + Ships] -- Is a new project idea. This isn't going to be something limited too romantic only ships. It'll contain, platonic, romantic, friendships, rivals, frenemies, family, PC Crew, all ships. I am desperately working on improving my gif, screenshot, posing game so I can supply 'Screen Stories' this is not only a way to RP that's accessible with even people who are upon time-crunches from work, It gives visual-representation. To impactful stories shared with others and establish bonds. That are all-valid and impactful matter. Lot of people take a lot of their characters attributes into them and are them dialed up, I work with that and bit more, differently. I'm disconnected from my characters and they'll get hurt and injured and killed by me, that's my duty as their Author to give them conflicts and struggles. I'm their major antagonist, but that doesn't mean at-all, it's always SET that way. The characters I like to make have their own life, they live in this setting and are abide by it, they're often nothing, nobodies, and by the interacting with others, they slowly gradually building, more... Through emotional impacts, they alter, these are REAL people by all their beliefs. Each person they come in-contact with are legitimate and treated like that too. They've always impacted or given them insights to grow, or represent more. Otherwise it'd be criminally disrespectful if I allowed any emotional I felt OOC be the grudge to something IC. Captain in-particular is set on defying me. I cannot have that. ...But I can't stop him. He's met and encountered so many people and lived so many scenarios based on the actions of others, he's giving a chance right now to actually do things a lot further than impossible. The more people he meets and encounters, experiences, the more I lose. These stories are emotionally interactive where everything is a factor and adds to the dice, where the other people are the one who get to roll the dice for him, not me. That's something I want to color in. People range in emotions, they have their down's, ups, their own wholesome-grounding people, spending time with your favorite people, there's nothing more cherishing than that, being in your own comfort-zone or 'safe-space' these are all treasures that we live under, today. Contrary if what people assume of me, I'm not another 'blogger' that's came

before, who's wanting to force a harem, then constantly is bewildered when that falls to pieces cause of selfishness or a lack of communication, or the skeletons they have in their closets and beliefs they hid behind and swindled fooled everyone. I'm not looking to be popular or anything really, I just create stories and want to share in those, and I want to also boost others included, upward with me, especially those who make me. There's no ego in anything I do, this is purely love. I've never cared about being replicated or duplicated, I've had stalkers, I've gone through more then anyone would imagine, I've been used OOC and abused, just for my writing and cold-harshly told, i'd never amount to anything other then that or vice-versa. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Passion. That's all I got and am anymore. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Passion is the hardest thing to keep. It's something that can be stolen, quite effortlessly. Few words of discouragement, a bad negative representation, a lack of confidence, or small amount of time, there's many thing's that can put that flame out. Once you lose it. The difficulty to reattain is hundred-times harder than climbing any mountain for real. I've watched the greatest creators crumble from under the pressure, from beaten down by others. I watched many of them do it to themselves because they put a grand vision of needing validation of another and once lost, felt uncompelling to press onward. But passion also can be given BACK and drawn. It can be shown and encourage others, with a soft-triggering, that pushes them. That motivates, that constantly sticks to it. There are many that fuel me. If I ever quit, I let them down, I spit in the faces of people who're better than me in every-way. Or people who've came and given me their precious Time. That have given their character's or dedication to the abundant stories and community-driven things I've done. There's ONLY things you can do, create, give and provide. It cannot ever come to life without YOU. This is a fact. ...I swear, If you let your creativity soar, you'll be amazed by the heights you get. Constantly polish and learn and hone the best you, challenge yourself day after painstaking day, to draw better improvement on something, no matter how trivial or unfamiliar you are. You'll find a confidence only you can give yourself. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Future Plans --------------------------------------------------------------------- For me, I've got so much more stories to give and also explore, I might be taking up soon some other artists and more skilled people from community and hire them for some of my future writes, to up my game or cause something thing's can't be done in-game cause no background carries it. I also got a lot of-set up things and more angst stuff I want to practice, plus I'm adamantly on that grind to produce screen-sets with the intent's to some sort of improving daily. Additionally more people I'll be reaching out too soon for these collab's ideas and things. I look forward to shaking your hands, giving some hugs, show you my respect and admiration, then creating some enchanting stories and giving plots light. Feel free to reach out to me, I get scattered-brain but I'm working on getting better about it. Eventually will get to you though, my goals, if uninterested just say so when I poke, no bites, unless you kinky. Anyways, cheers hearties.

[kbsd]

not sure if you’ve answered this before, but what’s your process look like when you make an amv? i’m just curious and in constant awe of ppl who can make videos like you do :)

hello all!!! i have answered this before and i have a vid help tag with other asks i’ve gotten about stuff like this! but i’ve gotten several more messages along these lines so i’m just going to answer a bunch of them together (under a cut since i love to ramble about editing lol). i do just wanna say i’m definitely not the authority on video editing and obv everyone has their own techniques!

edit: i just finished typing all this up and it’s SO long so sorry in advance LMAO god bless anyone who reads this entire thing

so i work in news tv and we have a very specific workflow for writing scripts, sourcing video, producing, and editing. i’ve just applied that to making amvs! for every video i make, i copy the song lyrics into a google doc and adjust them to match the song i’ve cut (i often will trim songs for time and/or content purposes). then i start planning! i’ll mark down what clip i want to use for each lyric next to that line, and any sound bites i want to use (with episode numbers!). i’ll color code between video and sound bites and lyrics, so my scripts end up looking something like this (for my honeybee amv):

doing the planning ahead of time makes everything much easier when it’s a video that spans the whole show or involves a lot of sourcing, like honeybee or sports analogies. that way when i get to the actual editing process, i already know what i’m going to do and have a game plan. for videos like happy ending or believe it or not, where i’m mainly just pulling from a few episodes, i can just plan it in my head as opposed to writing it all down, and produce as i edit. obviously i do make in-the-moment decisions while editing—sometimes a shot doesn’t work the way i thought it would, or i go where the video takes me—but planning ahead definitely helps. i know some people use spreadsheets as well, with columns for lyrics, video clips, and sound bites if applicable. once you find a system that works, it actually goes pretty quickly.

as for sourcing clips themselves/finding clips within episodes, i talked about that here and kind of here. the short version is that transcripts are a must, and the supernatural wiki is hugely helpful by cataloguing all the hugs, prayers, phone calls, etc. in the show. gifmakers that tag episode numbers on their posts are your friends. it gets easier the more video you make—that’s another huge reason i make the google docs for each video (even the ones i plan in my head, i end up going back and making a loose script with episode notes just for reference). if i can’t remember where something is but i know i used it in another video, i can easily reference past scripts!

i also cut all my videos in the same project in premiere pro, so i can flip between them easily. instead of checking a past script, i can just go to the video sequence itself and copy the clip i’m looking for! this was especially helpful when i match cut together the 5x18 and 4x22 wall slam shots for my bestie video, and then stole it from myself for honeybee hahaha. at any given time i have at least 8 sequences open:

because of the sheer volume of videos i make, it’s worth it for me to download the entire show—i have all 327 episodes in HD, plus deleted scenes. if you think you’re only going to make a few videos, i’d start with scene packs. you can usually just google “destiel [or whatever ship/character you’re looking for] scene packs” and there will be any number of ones you can download. if you need other specific scenes, you can always download/torrent individual episodes or screen record netflix (that’s what i did before i got HD download links). i’m happy to share my links if you DM, but be warned it’s a lot of disk space (about 500GB on my hard drive). someone also compiled every destiel scene, downloadable here.

having every episode already loaded in premiere for all my projects also makes it a lot easier to source clips. once i use a clip in a video, i’ll put a marker on the episode file, so that after a while i have most of the important scenes/lines marked to easily find them. to give you an idea, this is my episode file in premiere for 12x10 lily sunder has some regrets (markers at destiel scenes, the car fight, hot girl cas, etc.). markers are the green tabs along the bottom:

premiere also lets you color code and name markers, so ONE DAY i will go back and color code them all. the ones above are all the same color, but in a perfect world, i’d have a myraid—for destiel shots like hugs, touches, looks; for important pieces of dialogue; for action shots; etc. but for now this works ok for me, so that’s a project for another time!

between detailed scripts, one giant premiere project, markers, the wiki, and my own memory, i have so many points of reference that i can usually find any clip i need in about 2 minutes max. sound bites are often harder to start out, or tiny specific shots i haven’t used before, and that’s when i turn to tumblr gifsets or beloved mutuals to crowdsource. but if you’re as obsessive about marking/keeping neat scripts as i am, it gets easier and easier with every video you make. that’s part of why i’m able to cut videos together so quickly. (also i want to stress i do this for a living and have to produce/edit a new piece for my show every day so i’m used to it. and compared to constantly updating content/sources and news that changes every day, 327 highly documented episodes that never change are much easier to handle hahaha)

this is all great for me since i make so many videos and plan to continue doing so, but if you’re only making a few, this level of work isn’t worth it imo. really it’s all about developing a system that works for you. whatever you do with episodes/sourcing, though, i cannot recommend planning things out in a script ahead of time enough. 

everything i just mentioned is producing, though. for the editing process, i usually do it in this order:

music first. any parts i want to cut, i make sure it all sounds smooth

then soundbites. i usually try to weave them into the lyrics—i have characters talk in breaks between lines or instrumental sections as much as possible. i’ll sometimes go so far as looped/extending an intsrumental part to make room for the soundbite i want there lol. if i do have dialogue over a line, i do the sound mixing/levels at this point as well to make sure everything is audible/one doesn’t overpower the other. (also i always include the video that goes with these bites when i drop them in, and decide later if i want to show the character speaking or have other clips cover the dialogue)

once i have all the audio locked in, then i bring in all my other video clips. sometimes i edit completely chronologically, sometimes jumping from section to section—it depends on the song or how i’m feeling

double check sound mixing. i usually listen to my videos through a few times, with headphones and without to make sure it’ll sound good no matter how people watch it

once i have picture and audio lock, i go through and color correct my clips. i’m basic and just use lumetri color in premiere, and usually just play with brightness, saturation, temperature, and tint until i like it

render and export! :)

i always have several audio tracks, but i try to keep my video tracks condensed. i’ll drop clips on a V2 level, and edit a section there, and drop the whole chunk down to V1 so i know it’s finished. that way when i leave and come back i can know where i left off/what’s done/etc. to give you an idea, this is the timeline for my what the hell video:

i always render as H.264 with high bitrate, and make sure to check “render at maximum depth” and “use maximum render quality” for the best quality. i’m sorry, but i don’t know what the equivalent options are in final cut, imovie, kdenlive, etc. i post on youtube mostly so i don’t have to sacrifice quality, but usually just using a lower bitrate will get you under the tumblr file size limit and it’ll still look good.

as for the anon who asked about “polishing”: first of all, thank you!! second of all, it’s in the details. all of this is a matter of taste and my own insanity, but here are some little things i always try to do:

after i color correct, i blur out any credits from the starts of episodes. i use gaussian blur for this, but really any blur tool works

as much as possible, i avoid clips where we see a character’s mouth move but don’t hear the words. in tv/film we call it “lip flap” and i just think it looks messy. also i’m trained to avoid it at all costs at work hahaha. it’s more for serious videos that this matters a lot to me (e.g. i think i did a really good job eliminating lip flap in my happy ending amv)—for comedy videos i don’t sweat it as much

i put audio fades on the start and end of every single audio clip i use, even if i don’t think i need it, to make sure everything sounds smooth

i use markers for timing, especially in action-y videos like what the hell. i’ll put a marker on the clip i’m using at the exact moment a punch lands, and in the song on the beat. if i have the magnet/snap in timeline tool on i can just easily snap them together instead of having to spend time finagling it

this is such a small thing but i dip/cut to black for a tiny bit at the start and end of every video. this way if i post with tumblr video player, there’s black between the loops, and it gives you a beat before the video restarts. i do this even on videos i post on youtube, just because i think it looks nicer/more professional

this is 1,500 words so i’m going to stop myself before i pull something. if you have follow-up questions feel free to ask and i’ll continue to add them to the vid help tag, but any more questions about sourcing clips or my process in general i’ll just link this post going forward. anyone who made it this far, i am sending to a telepathic kiss. thank you for reading and happy editing!

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Buzz, Buzz—Buzz, Buzz {One-Shot}***

Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Cursing, Tease, NSFW, SMUT

Words: 4.5k

Note: I love vibrating panties by the way. Great idea! This was too much fun to write. I hope you enjoy it!!!

***Loosely Edited/Proofread***

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 “I can’t believe you cooked all of this,” Scott said as he gaped at all the food scattered around your townhouse.

You had gotten a little carried away in the kitchen with all the cooking. You’d made fried coconut shrimp, some potato salad, mac and cheese, and some honey BBQ smothered ribs. That all went with various little finger foods like chili cheese nachos topped with all the fixings, little kabobs, and a fruit salad. Looking at all the food you may have gone overboard considering there was probably only going to be maybe ten people in attendance today to watch the fight.

“I know, I think I went a tab bit overboard.”

 “No, it’s great. It is fight night after all,” Scott said.

 You finished putting out the rest of the décor for the night and making sure your townhouse was company ready.

 “You are quite the little entertainer.”

 Scott helped you straighten the rest of the townhouse which you had neglected in your cooking spree. While you tackled upstairs, Scott tackled downstairs. You had to make sure the bathroom and the bedroom and even the guest bedroom was good. The one thing you hated was when you went to someone’s house and their whole house was not on point. It could have been just something small, but it got to you.

 “Shit, Scott I forgot the cake.”

 “I knew you would. How could you not? I didn’t think you’d be doing all of this.”

 “If I go to get it I won’t have enough time to get ready before everyone gets here.”

 “It’s okay, I’ll get it. Give me the receipt and I’ll go. You get ready,” Scott offered.

 “Thank you, Scott.” You rummaged through your bag until you found the receipt for Scott so he could pick up the cake for fight night. Fight night was never complete with something sweet to end the night.

 Once he was gone you finished tidying up and setting fresh candles out you hopped in the shower. Ten minutes later you were trying to find the right outfit but couldn’t decide what to wear. It was a fight, so you didn’t want to get too crazy, but you also didn’t want to look frumpy. You tried on dresses with wedges and heels, jeans and tanks, jumpsuits, skirts but you could not decide.

 Halfway through your mind jumped to Scott’s brother, Chris. You’d been friends with Scott for about nine months before he introduced you to his brother superstar Chris brown at a party. It was of course an automatic attraction for you. who the hell wouldn’t think Chris Evans was hot? Sometimes when you hung out with Scott he was around, and it became normal after a few months. Every once in a while you’d hang out alone mainly when you were in a group. You’d break off alone and talk or even do things together. You’d come to realize he was a cool guy, really funny and down to earth. You’d gotten comfortable around each other and you couldn’t deny that you were probably developing a crush.

 After nearly fifteen minutes of debate, you decided on an off the shoulder shirt and a pair of jeans that you would pair with some wedges. You thought it was a good combo. When you reached into your drawer for a pair of panties you didn’t think anything about picking the black thong you’d gotten as a naughty birthday gift from your friends. You’d lost the remote months ago so that rendered the vibrating contraption useless. While you were rushing around to make sure you were ready in time you didn’t realize the doorbell rang until you heard pounding at the door. When you opened it, Chris was standing there holding the cake Scott was sent out to get.

 “Hey. I’m sorry I didn’t hear the door.”

 “It’s okay. I come bearing sweets.” You smiled and held open the door so he could come in.

 “You can put it in the kitchen on the counter. Thanks.” You followed behind him looking over his body. His white polo looked so good on him. It fit him just right and accentuated his broad his shoulders were and how trim his waist was. He looked so good. Catching yourself before he caught you checking him out you looked away and tried to compose yourself.

 “What happened to Scott?”

 “He had a few things to do before he made it over here, so he asked me to bring this over.”

 “Thank you.”

 “I feel like I should thank you, it smells amazing in here. I can’t wait to get my hands on all this food,” Chris said as he rubbed his hands together.

 “You’re so silly.” A few moments passed with the two of you smiling at each other before you snapped out of it.

 “Okay, I’m gonna finish setting up, everyone should be here any minute.”

 “Okay, need help?”

 “No, I got it. You chill and get the channel right. I’ll be back.” As you walked past him you thought you heard him whisper “god damn”. Deciding it was your ears playing tricks on you, you continued rushing around.

 While you were rushing around doing God knows what he found the channel the fight was on and got it ready. When he fixed himself a plate and sat on the couch it was then he saw a small black device peeking out from underneath the wall mounted bookcase. He dug it out but before he could investigate further the doorbell rang. He slipped the device in his pocket and answered the door to find a group of smiling faces.

 “Heyyyy!” He smiled and ushered them inside as they all spoke at once. Some were commenting on how good it smelled inside, some on the coming fight, and some just chattering. Before long everyone had settled and situated around the living room.

 “How was this recent trip, Chris?”

 He’d just got back into town from filming a coming show that he was excited about. “It was good. It was mainly last minute reshoots and whatnot. It should be premiering soon.”

 “What’s it called?”

 “Defending Jacob.”

 When you walked out everyone approached you and pulled you in for hugs. You spent the next few moments hugging everyone and having small talk. He couldn’t help but watch you. When he first met you he thought you were beautiful, yeah but he didn’t dwell on it. As the weeks and months passed and he got to know you better thanks to Scott he really liked you and the vibe you gave off. The more he talked to you away from your group of friends, the more he liked.  

After a few months he knew he was in real danger of finding himself in a situation that had the potential to be messy. Normally he wouldn’t have cared but he’d just gotten to a point in his life where he was through making bad decisions that made him into the asshole. If he made a move on you he would be the man he was. So he kept his distance and did everything in his power to keep himself in check.

 His eyes roamed your body and he fully took notice of your outfit. The jeans fit you too well and the top accentuated your soft shoulders and ample cleavage. Just like that he knew it was going to be a long night.

 When everyone got their food and seats the fight started, by that time he’d checked out your ass more than four times and found himself staring at your breasts more times than he could count. He made it a goal to focus on the fight and nothing else. He told himself it didn’t matter that you were beside him and smelled like every flower in the book or the fact that your thigh brushed his every so often. A little after the halfway mark you returned with a beer for him.

 “Thanks.” Your smile was polite and sweet. He dug his hand in his pocket and remembered the small device there. He didn’t know what it was but after fiddling with it he decided it was probably a stress thing. It took him a few minutes to realize the soft rubber spots were buttons. He pressed one down. Almost at the same time, you dropped back onto the couch with an “oh”.

 When he looked at you the look on your face said confusion and shock.

 “Are you okay?” Your head snapped to him and you instantly nodded. The way you did it was weird, but he didn’t think anything of it. He continued to fiddle with the device in his pocket and pressed another button. You whimpered beside him and crossed your legs. When his eyes met you again you gave him a reassuring smile before looking back to the TV and the fight.

 “Wow, that was a great cross,” you stuttered. He tried not to notice on your squirming beside him, crossing and uncrossing your legs but he noticed. You took your beer bottle and raised it to your lips and guzzled it until it was empty. He noticed you squeezing it so tightly the skin around your knuckles was taunt. As he tried to figure out what was going on with you he pressed another button. You released a sigh and sat up with a straight back then placed your empty beer bottle on the table before you with a shaky hand.

 He watched you as you looked around the room as if you were looking for something. He was so busy watching you trying to figure out what was going on that he didn’t think anything of pressing more buttons on the device in no particular order.

 “Oh Jesus Christ. No, no, no.”

 “You okay Y/N?” You pinched your lips and nodded to Scott.

 “Yep, all good. Cake. Does anyone want--cake?” You blew out a breath through your mouth. He watched your chest heave as if you were having trouble breathing. He pressed another button and your eyes closed before you stood. He noticed the shake in your legs when you did though and he was even more inquisitive.

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When you got to the kitchen you were free to panic. The remote wasn’t lost at all. It was somewhere. Either it was in one of the couch seats and someone was unaware they were controlling it and your pleasure. You’d forgotten how these things felt after trying them out that one time. You remembered very well now. Taking a few moments you cut slices of the cake and placed them on plates. After you’d cut the slices Chris’ voice took you by surprise.

 “You okay?”

 “Yeah I’m good. Are you good?” he looked at you as if he were suspicious of something. You’d probably acted weird as shit before.

 “I’m good. Need help?”

 “Uh yeah, thanks.” You and Chris each took a few plates and walked back out to hand them out to each guest. Once your hands were free you leisurely walked around the living room checking behind free cushions and spaces to see if you could find the root of your embarrassing situation.

 “What’re you looking for?”

 “Oh nothing important. I just thought I lost a piece of jewelry earlier. Don’t worry about it,” you lied. You tried to act as normal as possible but it was hard. You didn’t know when the next vibrating surge would come and you could also feel Chris’ eyes on you. the two things were making you more awkward and nervous than usual.

 Soon everyone was on their feet cheering on their chosen fighter. The controlled chaos gave you the opportunity to look in each of the couches but you’d come up empty handed. The only other possibility was that someone had it and was controlling it without knowing just what it was. Now you looked around to each of your friends assessing them trying to figure out who the culprit was. Your eyes met Chris’ from across the room and he stole your breath. The two of you stared at each other for a few moments and you wondered if it was him but his hands were free. Everyone cheered snapping you out od the moment to see the fight was over.

 The vibration began again this time it wasn’t on the low setting, it was a lot stronger.

 “Fuck!” You crossed your legs, pinched your lips and tried to hold back any sounds you were tempted to make. The vibration continued then intensified and you could feel the beginning stirs of the orgasm that wanted freedom.

 You didn’t think you could stop it so you walked to your balcony as smoothly as possible. You turned your back to the French doors and bit your bottom lip trying to stop the moan. It definitely wasn’t working so you grabbed the railing before you and bent over and let the orgasm free with a grunt. Your body was on fire and you already knew it wanted more. The vibration stopped unexpectedly giving you a much needed break. The wetness between your thighs was now distracting. 

After taking a little time to get yourself under control you walked back inside the living room and to the couch and sat beside Chris with a sigh.

 “You’ve been acting weird all night. Are you sure you’re okay?”

 “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just a hot night.” It wasn’t a lie, you were burning up at this point.

 “Uh-huh.” He didn’t sound like he believed you, shit you didn’t believe yourself. Your eye caught the shine of something black Chris was holding, and all the blood drained from you as horror filled you. He was holding the remote you thought you’d lost. It dawned on you at once that he’d had it this entire time and he’d been playing with the buttons inadvertently bringing you to a pretty intense orgasm.

 “Shit,” you whispered to yourself as you tried to act normal.

 Nothing about this was normal. You had to figure out a way to nonchalantly get it back without tipping him off to what it really was. Before you could come up with something the vibrations began again against your already over sensitive clit sending your back crashing back into the couch. The setting was set low, but it was still more than enough to start the stirs of yet another release. Fighting through it you sat up tried not to squirm. When the setting increased you failed miserably. Your hand shot out to grab and squeeze Chris’ thigh. When you looked at him the second your eyes met you knew he knew. Slowly he looked to the black device in his hand and back to you and then his eyebrow arched up.

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No fucking way, he thought. There was no way this was real life. He couldn’t believe events would turn like this. Quickly you yanked your hand back and apologized before looking the opposite direction. He almost laughed out loud. This was too perfect. What he thought was just a useless stress reliever turned out to be a lot more valuable. It was the remote to what he’d now pieced together as your panties. 

The thought of you wearing some sexy contraption that he had control over instantly made him hard. He could have turned it off but he chose not to as he realized your antics on the balcony was probably you being overcome with pleasure. It was then he realized he’d made you come. The old him wanted to resurface so badly so he kept the setting where it was and watched you squirm. God, it was sexy as hell doing this knowing everyone around you was clueless. He watched closely he wanted to see you come this time knowing that he knew just what he was doing. You didn’t utter one word or give one thing away. The only thing he noticed was your body heaving clearly exerted.

 With a smile, he turned off the device and tucked it back into his pocket. He’d give you a break. The rest of the night he tried to forget the power he had, forget the tightness in his pants and ignore how badly he wanted you. After the fight finished everyone stayed for a few hours longer just laughing, dancing and having a good time. You stayed away from him the entire time. If he was close to you, you found a reason to go to the opposite side of the room. It amused him; he’d gotten under your skin. It had him thinking back to every glance you’d shared over the months. Did they mean something more?

 Slowly everyone made their exit leaving Scott his partner and him there to help you clean up. You tried to shoo them out but they each insisted on helping to show appreciation for the hospitality you’d shown. He could tell you hated every minute of it and that made him even more amused. Your cool composure was crumbling and he could see the angst in you bubbling to the surface to reveal just how much he’d affected you.

 By the time you showed them to the door, he still had your remote and he knew you knew it.

“Y/N, this was so much fun. Thank you for hosting it,” Scott said giving you one last hug.

 “No problem, it was fun.”

 “Yeah I had a lot of fun,” he added. You didn’t look at him, but you pinched your lips.

 “All right y’all get home safe.” He walked out the door and down the hall with Scott and his partner with a small satisfied smile on his face.

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Five minutes from when you closed the door the doorbell rang. When you opened the door there Chris stood holding the remote between his thumb and pointer fingers. Neither of you spoke, you just stared at each other. Who needed words with everything that had transpired between you? here was a man you’d never slept with but had made you come two times.

 As you reached for the remote Chris yanked his hand back. You continued trying to grab the remote but every move you made he evaded. Soon he was stepping inside.

 “Chris, give it to me.”

 “Why do you want it?”

 “It’s mine.”

 “It’s been mine tonight.” You caught his double meaning and you rushed him in a mad dash attempt to grab the remote from him. Chris evaded you and the two of you danced around the living room, you trying to get what belonged to you and him determined to hold on to it. Chris stumbled backward and fell on the floor and took you with him. The remote fell from his hand to a few feet away. When you realized it you were laying on top of him. Your eyes locked and you realized just how your body was angled on him. You were sitting right over his crotch and you definitely took notice of the thick ridged muscle pressing into you.

 You caught the glint of the remote off to the side a few feet away and slowly looked to him. He must have realized what you saw and the two of you scurried to it. Thanks to his long arms he was the one to grab it. As soon as he did you felt the most intense vibrations, he’d turned it to the highest setting.

 “Fuck!” You shouted out and writhed on him. You bucked your hips against him and picked up the speed dry humping him and rushing to find a release. Your body shook and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh—my—god!” You screeched as your body convulsed.

 It felt like you were having the wildest seizure, a seizure that took any control you had of your body. All you wanted was to come and thanks to the vibrations you got your wish. You threw yourself across his chest trying to catch your breath, but it was impossible. Whimpering you writhed some more from the unbearable pleasure. It was too much. Slowly the settings decreased until the vibrations stopped.

 You didn’t know how long you laid there on him but when you lifted your head it felt heavy as if it weighed a ton. Your hands still shook as you pressed them to his chest. When your eyes met the fire, you saw there was something that you were not prepared for. 

“Oh god.” Chris’ eyes dropped to your lips and in seconds your lips crashed together. This kiss was the most intense one you’d ever had. Chris’ tongue delved into your mouth and entangled with yours just as his hand gripped your ass pulling you closer to him and holding you against his hard cock. Both of you moaned together already knowing what you were going to do. There was no way you could stop now. He’d teased you all night and now you wanted something more.

 Chris’ hands came around to the button of your jeans and quickly undid them before he slipped his hands inside the backs to cup your bare ass. You bucked your hips against him brushing your core on his swollen need. The entire time neither of you broke the kiss, instead, it intensified and became even more passionate. Chris’ hands lifted the hem of your shirt and yours were there to pull it off completely. As soon as it was off Chris’ hands were there to unhook your strapless bra to free your breasts. It was only then his lips pulled from yours to latch onto a hardened nipple.

 He greedily went between both nipples sucking, licking and biting them bringing you even more pleasure. You pulled his shirt off of him and clawed his back enjoying the smoothness of his skin. He pulled you down again on his need and the urgency you felt increased. You stood above him and began pulling off your jeans. As you did he busied himself with his own pants. Once you’d kicked them off you moved to pull down the panties, but he stopped you by pulling you to him. Your feet were beside his face just as he pulled you down onto his face connecting his lips with your soaking slit.

 “Oh shit!” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head again, he was not going slow and you were glad for it. Now was not the time. Chris licked and sucked your clit as he slurped you’re your opening sucking all your juices from you. It didn’t take you long to begin bucking against his lips and using them to find your next orgasm. Chris moaned the faster your rode his face and played with your nipples. When you looked down to him the intimacy of the moment pushed you over the edge so much that you lost yourself and smeared your pussy across his mouth and nose.

 Before he made you come again you slinked down his body to his bulging cock and pulled it free. Your first reaction was to lick your lips as the feast before you. wasting not even a second you took him into your mouth. He was bigger than you expected, but you were not going to back down. Slurping against his skin you bobbed your head up and down his shaft a few times before bringing your hands to increase his pleasure.

 “Fuck yeah!” taking a quick glance at him you found his head angled back with his eyes closed and mouth ajar. The lower you dipped the wider his mouth became until he scrunched his face and bit his bottom lip and watched everything you did.

 “Yes, suck this cock. Fuck those lips!” The quicker you bobbed the more your slurped until you didn’t care how sloppy things were getting. Sloppy head was the best head after all.

 Chris grunted loudly before pulling your head off of him.

 “I don’t have anything,” he said.

 “I do.” You reached into the drawer of the coffee table beside you and pulled out a condom. Once you opened it you slid it onto his rock solid cock. Every time you touched him he hissed and sucked in a breath. Once he was fully sheathed he pulled you to him and kissed you again. feeling the tip of him at your opening you slowly slid onto him. Both of you groaned and savored the sensations flowing through you. before you sank down fully Chris pulled your shoulders down fully sinking into your heated core.

 “Holy shit!”

 From the beginning, Chris pumped up into you with purpose, it was the same purpose he’d had all night—to make you come. You moaned and panted trying to catch your breath and take all he gave. He filled you so perfectly and to absolute capacity.

 “Mmm, Y/N, I always knew you’d take this dick so well.”

 Chris flipped you onto your back and held your thighs open and plowed into you never slowing his thrusts. Every connection had you shouting out unable to hold back how much pleasure he was giving you.

 “Your tight little pussy loves this dick. Look how wet you are.”

 Chris changed his angle and slammed into you quicker them before. the new angle had you clenching round him as you felt yet another release wash over you. you gripped him tightly and fug your nails into his shoulder trying to not pass out. Chris looked as if that was the last straw for him because his thrusts became wild and deep. The only sound in the room was the sound of your wetness squelching and your combined moans. You were so wet for him it should have been embarrassing but you weren’t embarrassed at all.

 “God your gonna make me come,” Chris grunted.

 “Come on this pussy right now, tag me up!” You had no idea where that came from. As if on queue Chris pulled out, yanked the condom off and stroked his length at the same time he pressed the button on the remote giving you another intense jolt.

 “Oh fuck, yes, yes. Shit, I’m gonna come.”

 “Come with me,” Chris’ voice was strangled, and his hands moved impossibly fast. Soon he grunted and gasped as he released spurt after spurt of hot come across your pussy, pelvis, and stomach. The third made it all the way to your breast across your nipple and that was when you came again. You arched up onto your legs as if you were a bridge as you rode through the intense pleasure. Chris was the one to turn off the device as he dropped onto his knees to catch his breath. His eyes never left your newly decorated body. You saw the string of come across your nipple and you lifted your breast to your mouth to lick off the trial all the while staring at him. Chris’ jaw dropped as he watched, and as he watched his cock grew again.

 “Mmmm, tastes just like cake.” Chris looked in utter shock and disbelief before he snorted and dropped back onto the floor.

 “Oh god, you’re gonna be the death of me!”

[tsuumu]

good intentions.

kuroo x reader

your long-term boyfriend is perfect. i mean perfect. he excels at basically everything he does. well, except one thing. at least he has good intentions, right?

based off of a request found here.

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tags/tw: y/n & kuroo are uni students, lots of playful insulting, kuroo is perfect, well not really, y/n is a mess, y/n is me doing any kind of work, domestic x1000, kuroo cooking is so cute.

You know those people who just seem to have it all?

No, not literally, but it’s so sickeningly easy for them that they might as well be arms reach of anything they want.

Usually we tend to dislike people like that, mainly because... well, we’re not them (much to our abysmal dismay, too). They end up taking a spotlight of jealousy in our lives and we find ourselves constantly thinking: Man, i’d love to kick their asses, but would alternatively jump at the oppertunity to switch lives with them ‘Freaky Friday’ style.

These people are the embodiment of admiration.

Young. Good looking. Fit. Successful. Socially conscious. Killer smiles. Can always hold a drink. Never seem to embarrass themselves even a little, but on the off chance they do, everyone adores them more and sees it as a cute little incident or quirk of theirs.

Just thinking about it makes you want to build yourself a bunker, deep underground, just to sulk in for a decade or so, lamenting angrily at the dusty walls.

Yes. You know the truth is that there will always be someone better than you at simply existing, but that doesn’t stop that simmering of content from rising within. Realistically speaking, you’d avoid these people like your life depended on it because they’re so... detestable.

So who would have known that you —of all people— would end up falling in love with one?

Well, you did. As much as they repel you, you find that they weirdly attract you too.

That’s right.

The man who stole that pretty little heart of yours, who’d caught your attention indefinitely with his cut-throat prowess and charisma. He’d approached you one fine evening at some bar you’d never been to before, ordered you your favorite drink because he’d seen you order it twofold previously (vodka cranberry, heavy on the juice) and chatted you up the way you’d always wished a guy would.

The appalling epitome of cliche.

The whole encounter practically ran like he’d planned it before-hand. It’s almost infuriating, how easily he swept you off of those tipsy feet of yours.

Something bumps lightly over your head as a shadowy figure passes by. You groan lightly in response.

“Hey, cut it out!”

Somehow, you’ve found yourself on the floor, crossed-legged, pen in your mouth and both your hands. One is furiously scrawling something down, the other flicking the cap off to highlight. It’s an understatement to note that you look like a bit of a mess, brows scruched up in an untidy pile in the middle of your forehead, dead-focused on the first draft of your thesis that was due weeks ago.

Yeah, you were one of those people.

A mocking string of apologetic noises come from the figure in front of you as he chucks his keys onto the kitchen counter.

Kuroo Tetsurou. That’s your A-list Boyfriend.

A-list of what? Of life, for god’s sake.

If it were him that’d been assigned a task with this ridiculous deadline, he’d probably have handed it before it was fucking given to him in the first place! Not only is he academically adept to the point of pure indignancy (on your part, of course, you’re too prone to jealousy for your own good), but his organisation is nothing short of freakishly unnatural.

He says he’s minimalistic, you say he’s an alien.

If someone had told you that the man you loved was actually some kind of secret government- made equipment to survey you, you wouldn’t bat an eyelid. He’s that good.

He chuckles at his own jeers, slipping a hand through the fridge handle. It unlatches with ease and he takes a cold can of beer out, pulling the tab back and allowing it to hiss open satisfyingly. Your eyes flicker upwards, gnawing at your knuckle, you’re not only stressed out, but unbelievably embarrassed that you’re at it again. He’s seen you like this countless times, after promising to clean up your act and follow in his footsteps.

Following in his footsteps. Well, that’s how he described it. You were close to socking his arm.

“Shut up.”

Tetsurou tilts his head back, drinking to his heart’s content before catching your eye. You’re correct. He has seen this before, so he knows not to take your off-handed comments to heart. Instead, he’s rather bemused.

“Your scruched up nose.” He begins, setting the can down to the side, crossing one leg over the other. “That’s your classic concentrating face.”

You’re not even listening if you’re honest. You’re trying to understand what this section of the task even means after re-reading it for the fifteeth time. The responses you give are made absently.

“Hm.”

“You look like a cat that’s been forced to wait to eat. That little glare. It’s cute, kitty.”

Your head jerks up questioningly. Did he call you cute?

His head tilts.

“Oh, you’ve relaxed your face now. It’s gone back to being ugly.”

You scowl and throw the highlighting pen at him.

“Go away! I’m almost done!”

Your fingers move to your lower back, pressing on your spine in hopes it’ll crack and relieve some of the tension in your body. Kuroo retrieves the pen, sweeping the can up with his spare hand. He plods over, craning his neck down to study whatever it is that you have on your lap.

“It’s too dark in here to see that properly.”

“I’m fine!”

���Well—“ He leans back to switch the overhead lights on. “—now you’re finer.”

You turn to him, pausing for a moment.

“Oh, thanks.”

It’s like you fall into this crazed state when you’re overworked. Frantic. Snappy. Cowering in the dark like some sort of parody Dracula— that is, if Dracula were three weeks late on his university assignment worth a disgustingly high percentage of his final grading. If Kuroo came too close, or said something a little too sly, you’d probably bite him. He knows this too, opting to keep quiet from now on. Instead, he sits leisurely on the floor, just behind you, placing his hands against your propped up body and gently pressing his thumbs into the blades of your back.

“Drop it a sec, yeah?”

Your body’s stiff, but you can tell he’s shocked at just how stiff it is. For a moment, you’re caught off guard, before rolling your shoulders back forcefully.

“Can’t... gotta finish—“ and you gesture wildly at everything around you. That answer was to be expected. You weren’t as academically driven, sure, but you weren’t one to give in easily. Or fail, for that matter.

Tetsurou plants a gentle kiss onto the nape of your neck, mumbling into the ridge of your spine.

“That—“ he copies your movements. “Can wait. I know you think it can’t, but it can. And you’re going to stop now.”

Your eyes lower a little, vision blurring.

“But—“

“Nope.”

You twist yourself to look at him, giving him another sour look.

“I’m serious!”

“So am I.” It rolls off the tongue so easily for him. He’s utterly calm. But then again, he’s not the one that needs to be on bloody ‘X-Games’ mode.

He’s never the one. Damn it.

You lift yourself up a little by placing your palms under you, wincing at the twinges of pain it induces. You’d made friends with the floor for a little too long, butt totally numb.

“Fine.” You resign, suddenly falling back onto him. “I’ll email my professor for the tenth time this week and wait as he rips me apart. Shall I?” Kuroo tuts, snaking an arm around your upper-body, the other brushing at your baby-hairs so he’s able to see your face a little clearer.

“He wouldn’t do that.”

“Uh— yes he would. Would you like front row seats to my untimely demise?”

“You’re so dramatic.”

For the first time through that entire day, you smile, even if it’s just a little. And to him, he’s managed to fish you out of that downward spiral you’ve been plunging into. Job well done on his part. He softly runs a his palm down your side.

“Your professor covers mine when she’s busy.” He states matter-of-factly. “Let me email him. It’s not ludicrous to say that i’m your boyfriend and you’re a little troubled at the moment.”

You’re slumped over, at the moment, chin buried into your chest.

“Troubled sounds like i’ve lost my mind.”

“Well not like that—“ The eager boy begins sifting out your laptop from under the seemingly endless piles of paper. “Let’s think of a better excuse.” Your body doesn’t move an inch, fiddling with the cap of the pen lid. You throw it by accident and it bounces too far to reach comfortably. Shit.

“Mmm.” He buries his nose into the crown of your head. “Shall I tell him you got into a car accident?”

“What? Tetsu, that’s stupidly unbelievable. I don’t even drive.”

“I guess... maybe not a car.” His fingers teasingly splay over your stomach, body bent intrusively over yours. They move against the softness of your flesh, dipping down slightly.

You suck in a breath.

“I’m sure I can do something for you that’ll keep you from walking for quite some time.” Tetsurou hums deeply, and it feels like he’s talking directly into your brain.

Your fingers fumble for the pen he just gave back, before hitting him square on the forehead with it. It ricochets back perfectly onto your chest with a loud snap.

“Ow!”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Geez.”

“I don’t need excuses. I’ll just come back to it later.”

“Oh— yeah. That too.”

With a heave, you sit up, rubbing the side of your head as the blood rushes back.

“I’m kinda hungry.” You’d been so distracted with this work that even simple, human needs took a backseat.

This is why Kuroo doesn’t like it. At times like this, you’d barely eat, sleep, breathe. Seriously. Sometimes you’d hold your breath for absurdly long periods of time whilst reading, only to hack and gasp and apologise because you were so into it.

That’s... extreme. And he does not approve in the slightest.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm...” Your eyes sparkle hopefully. “Did you get me something to eat?”

Tetsurou scratches his neck timidly.

“Well, not exactly.”

Immediately, your face drops and he protests wildly.

“Don’t look at me like that!”

Well— well— you couldn’t help but be disappointed! You were starving and tired and ready to email your professor a string of rather unpleasant curse words instead of another half-assed excuse. Your fingernails had been worn down considerably from all the abrasive biting you’d done, aching and red.

Being a full-time student was covert self-destruction. You heavily relied on your boyfriend to bring in food because you didn’t have the time to do so yourself. This had been discussed and agreed upon prior though, since along with Tetsu’s many formidable talents, a balanced work to school life was yet another.

He ambles back to the kitchen area, gesturing to the island smack bang in the middle.

“That doesn’t mean I came empty-handed.”

Oh. You hadn’t noticed it before, but he’d come home with groceries. Um. Groceries?

“What’s that?”

“Stuff I picked up on the way back.”

“Like, ingredients?”

“Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

The both of you are quiet for a moment, and you’re eyeing the bag like it’s appeared out of nowhere with something potentially life-threatening inside it. Yes, that sounds stupid. But the truth is... you guys never really got groceries. Not actual groceries with actual ingredients. Because that is a strong indicator that they’d have to be cooked.

And god, neither of you knew how to do that.

You’re a student who’s barely stepped into adulthood, not Gordan Ramsay.

Okay. You sound ridiculous. Cooking isn’t that complex. It’s actually quite simple if your heart’s in it.

“I figured i’d be able to do something with these.” Kuroo pats the bags and they crinkle a tad.

Of fucking course he’d ‘be able to do something’ with them.

He’s Kuroo-Genius-Tetsurou!

CEO of doing things with other things and it actually working out. Building cabinates, lock-picking, gardening, guitar, skateboarding, poker. Since you’ve been together, these are a few of the varation of things he’s naturally picked up.

You? You’re a more do-it-once-it-fails-and-never-do-it-again type.

In your mind there’s literally no doubt he’d ace cooking and list it under the other fifty(billion) things he’s also capable of, just so he can mention it off-handedly to other people at parties or something.

If there’s something to criticise about your boyfriend, he’s awful at shutting up about himself. He’ll go on forever, as if he’s showcasing his entire life to strangers in some desperate attempt to sell them his excessive excellence.

Is he arrogant? Maybe. But is he able to do it in a manner that’s utterly bewitching? Absolutely. He’s not gloating, you see, he’s ‘modestly sharing’. And you find yourself wanting to praise him, you want to hear about how much better he is than you.

Let’s be honest. Kuroo and modesty were not made to be placed in the same sentence, any humble talk of his is utter bullshit.

But everyone loves it all the same.

That’s what you mean about perfect people. They spark something in others. It’s almost hypnotic. And when you snap out of it, it’s like it’s been confirmed that you’re undoubtedly inferior. Post-Kuroo-Encounter depression. PKE. You having a devastating case of it.

Maybe you have a bit of a complex about this. Ugh.

He’s lucky he’s so damn loveable.

And that you’re so damn hungry.

“Okay.” You state.

Plus, you are a little curious to see what exactly will unfold with his newfound persuit in the culinary arts.

You haul ass to get up, audibly cursing, hopping around from foot to foot to get your blood-flow back in action. Eventually, you’ve nestled yourself onto a stool, hands propping your chin up, observing expectantly.

“What are you making, chef?”

“Uhh..” He’s rolling his sleeves up, eyes glued to the screen of his phone that’s placed facing upwards. “Chicken Alfredo.” Tetsu sounds a little uncertain but you’re staring into his head and you can almost hear the cogs turning. Really, it’s only a matter of time until the bastard works his Area 51-esque magic and concocts the dish.

He takes a little more time to familiarise himself with the recipe, before looking up, giving you a wicked grin.

“I’ve got this.”

You’re sure he does, smiling back.

Whilst he’s preparing god knows what, you peek into the grocery bag to see if there’s anything you can nibble on. You recieve another gentle smack to your head. Tetsu’s holding a packet of dry pasta.

He’s hit you with pasta.

“Nu-uh. I didn’t bring any kitty treats for you, be patient.”

“Stop hitting me like i’m a fly, or a cat!”

“Don’t be silly. I’d never hit a cat! They’re precious, adorable, i’d protect one with my life. And you—“ He hits you again. “—well, you’re you, baby.”

You snatch the packet forcefully and lob it at him again.

“You have a death wish, Kuroo-san.”

“Eesh. The formalities! I’m kidding!”

You cradle your cheek in your palm, sighing tiredly. The two of you usually ordered in, or got something you’d be able to set up pretty easily. Neither of you were particularly passionate about cooking, hence its absence in your routines. Yes, it’s excessively healthier than your current lifestyle, but you weren’t suffering. And even now, watching Tetsurou fill a pan with water, muscles firm against the shy of his shirt. You know he isn’t either.

Now that you’re looking, and looking some more, it’s pretty hot, seeing a guy cook.

“You know, you should make breakfast shirtless so I can tell my friends my hot boyfriend cooks me breakfast shirtless.”

He laughs.

“You’d enjoy that too much.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Yes. I can’t keep indulging you.”

He means that your desire for immediate gratification is your biggest weak-point. Kuroo’s recently been trying to teach you the art of patience. Abstinence. You don’t get it. Apparently perfect people believe in ‘self-control’ crap.

“Also, oil.” He adds.

“Oh, I suppose it’d hurt, right?”

“Mhm.”

Your boyfriend alternates from his phone to the actual practice in short cycles. To you, he looks like he’s on track, though you’re not quite sure what to be looking for in the first place. These things usually came ready and steaming on plates in restaurants. Even now, having to wait, it’s so difficult. But you’re enjoying the light conversation it brings, so it’s whatever.

Though, that lasting etch of confusion and concern on the boy’s face leaves you wondering if actually, this is proving slightly difficult for him.

“Is everything okay?” You pipe up.

He doesn’t answer at first.

“Think so.”

“Oh— i’ve never heard that from you before.” It’s usually straight confidence from this man.

“Shut up.”

From the stool, you slip, dragging your hand over the counter as you walk around to see it up close. You don’t really know what you’re expecting, but... it’s not this.

“Tetsu, that’s boiling a little violently, don’t you think?”

“...No?”

“Yeah. It is. That’s not a good sign.”

He bats you away.

“We can’t both stand here!”

“Why not?”

“Spaaace.” He whines. “And if we both stay crowded around it’ll—“

And it happens, exactly what you’d predicted.

You, of all people, had made an assumption your boyfriend hadn’t. Ain’t that crazy? The water rises up too high, boiling over and spilling absolutely everywhere. The gas flame heightens all of a sudden, curling up next to the fabric of a dish towel next to it. In a panic, you pull him back.

“What the fuck—“

There’s no time for you to think, your hands fumbling to close the stove, you hadn’t realised the water had seeped over it, causing you to cry out in pain in the process, hand burnt silly.

But you do it. Quickly too. And Kuroo’s utterly dazed, like he hadn’t even thought to react. Your immediate response post-injury is to suck on the wound, trying to suppress the pain with the soothing movements of your tongue. That doesn’t do much, so you flap it about like a mad man, that only instigates more irritation.

Tetsu snaps out of it when he hears your hissing, grabbing onto your wrist and pulling you to the sink forcefully, apologising profusely as he does.

Cold water hits you. It’s instant relief.

“God— i’m so sorry, (y/n)—“ He stumbles, still panicking, he seems to be experiencing everything five minutes too late. “I don’t know why that happened, I swear to God i’ve done that before but it just—“

You let out a giggle, and it shuts him up.

Another one slips. It gets louder and louder, harder to suppress until you’re full on belly laughing, hunched over. He stares at you, wordlessly surprised.

“T-Tetsu— you burnt water—“ You try and stifle your laugh but it only shakes your body more. His deep shame morphs into relief when he sees you’re okay. Tearfully making fun of him, but okay. He pulls you into a tight embrace, ignoring your remarks and still feeling unbelievably guilty.

It’s okay. You’re still chortling, holding him just as tight.

“Here, let me— let me bandage this.” In a cupboard somewhere, he pulls out a small wrap of fabric, proceeding to do just that. You watch happily enough, before turning to the boiled water that had completely stilled.

“Thanks. Let me do this.”

With considerable time and effort, you’re able to clean up the haphazard mess and start afresh, filling his place. Yeah, Kuroo is pretty humiliated, but he was more concerned about your wellbeing at the time than anything else. Seeing you unwavered was enough to make him feel like things were good.

It’s a miracle really, that you do end up filling two plates with delicious smelling pasta.

That lingering look of sorrow is still plastered all over the poor boy’s features, watching you with wide eyes.

“How did you manage that?”

You just shrug, licking a smidge of sauce off of your thumb.

“Dunno. Guess I have potential.” Your gaze moves up to his, pinching his cheek and blubbering jokingly. “Baby. What’s with the long face?”

“Feel bad.” Tetsu looks so glum. It’s adorable.

“Hm.”

The scrape of the plate against the counter is clear as bells as you urge him to eat.

“I should thank you, dumbass.” Admiring the bandage work, a grin settls upon you. This ordeal helps you to see that, actually, Tetsu wasn’t good at everything. In fact, for once, you were better.

And God. That’s— that’s different. You don’t want to be as cocky as him, but it feels nice for a change. He admires you.

“Got an excuse for that late assignment now.” You muse.

“Oh my god.”

You’re always going to be a handful.

“Ugh. Tetsu. Something good always come out of your actions. It’s sickening!”

“I hurt you, silly!”

“I’m feelin’ pretty good about it, regardless. Plus—“ You jump up, leaning over the counter to flick his forehead. “—i’m going to tell everybody this pretty little golden boy set our kitchen on fire because he tried to boil water.”

“Cruel. You’re cruel.”

“The cruelest.”

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how did you guys start learning how to use the code for cog? I’ve been trying for like two years but keep giving up because i can’t understand how it works LOL im more of a writer and don’t know a single thing about code -a (just gonna mark my asks LOL)

Well, Faye learned it first, then taught me! It's not that hard, it just takes some getting used to; I recommend using smth like Notepad++ to write in and color code different bits of code. I'll give a guide here for anyone who wants to try it or in case smth here helps you get it! I'll leave yall like pictures of examples of things after I word it all out.

Some main things to remember:

You have two files that HAVE to have specific names. Startup, where all your created permanent variables go (+ some more things, I'll get into those later, plus any additional content you want), has to be named startup.txt always. The files that holds your stat "pages" also has a specific name; choicescript_stats.txt has to always be its name.

In your startup file, you have multiple things: variables you created that will be used multiple times over multiple files; your scene list, where you put all your scenes and list them in sequential order; your name as the author; your game title; yhe copyright wording; and, during your time using dashingdon, the code string to make saves work. You can also have more in it of course, but those are the main things.

You will be indenting a LOT. A single indent is either 4 spaces with ur spacebar or your tab key. You can ONLY choose one or the other, do NOT EVER mix spaces and tabs, it'll break things. Choose one n stick with it.

Coding in CS is pretty simple once you learn it. There isn't a whole lot of commands due to it being more simplified to be more beginner friendly, so lets get into those.

Creating a variable. In your startup file, all you have to do to make a variable you want to use is *create variablename, plus whether it's a numerical, has a string of text, or is true/false. examples: Numerical would be *create variable 0; string would be *create variable ""; and true/false *create variable false (or replace false w true if you want it to be true up till smth turns it false).

Using the variable. There's a LOT of ways to use a variable. Like, a shit ton. Let's start w smth like the name variable a lot of people use! So, let's say you've written a choice up to set player name (I'll show you how to format a choice in a bit). Under your choice options, you can then use *set name "name" and to use it in text, you simply do ${name}! If you let someone choose their name (which I'll also show you how to do), you can do *set name "$!{name}" to make sure it's always capitalized! (Only need to do this when players pick their own names, when you use *set name "name" you can capitalize it inside the "").

Using the variable #2. For doing *if statements (commands that let you dictate different things, like say a scene will only play if a certain variable is true or false, a choice is only avaliable if the player meets a certain criteria, etc), it's pretty simple. You just for true/false: *if (variable) for if it's true (you need the parenthesis for this one) and *if (not(variable)) for false. For a string, *if (variable = "whatever you've got it set to") or *if (variable != "whatever you've put") <this one is for if the variable doesnt equal that. For numerical: *if (variable = 0) (or whatever number u got), *if (variable <= 0) (for if the variable is equal to or less than the number), *if (variable >= 0) (if variable is more or equal to number), *if (variable > 0) (variable more than 0), and *if (variable < 0) (variable less than number). Outside of using the *if statement to open or close off a choice, you always indent under it once until the content only available for it is done.

Using the variable #3: Setting variables. Okay so, what you set your variables to and how you do will effect how you can set up stats eventually, which we'll get into. Your variables you created as numerical values can be set two ways: with just adding/minusing numbers (which you HAVE to be careful with and keep track of; cs does NOT work with negative numbers) or percentages (like in the stats you see as Cautious or Careful). Basically: *set variable +3 (for normal numbers), or *set variable %+3 (for percentages). Percentages are safest when you plan on having a stat be able to be negated a lot, but it also makes it harder to figure out how it's going to increase/decrease. I personally prefer the regular numbers for like counting how many options someone can use before they're kicked out of a choice branch, or when you use a counter for relationship points.

Making a choice. Alright, so, choices. The bread and butter of interactive fiction. There are two types of choices inside of CS: *choice choices and *fake_choice choices. You will mostly use *fake_choice choices as *choice ones are reserved ONLY for when you're jumping the player to a different scene/path/etc. *fake_choice choices can also do this, but they also can be used for literally anything: setting variables like appearance, name, etc; dialogue; stat changes (like in TWC when you chose which stat to build); etc etc. To set up a choice you go to a fresh line in your coding word processor, then for a fake choice: *fake_choice (on the first line). Hit enter, indent once, and now you can make your choices! all you do is #(choice stuff here) (with no ()). Then, under your choice if it has content, you indent twice before starting. You also have to indent twice each time you start a new paragraph in the content. Each time you make a new choice, you simply indent once and use # before the choice's stuff. Once you're done with the choices, go to a new line under the choices section and dont indent to continue.

Making a choice #2: *choice choices. Okay, so *choice choices are made the same, EXCEPT you only use them to send the player elsewhere. So, follow the same setup as a *fake_choice (except with *choice instead, ofc), but the "content" will be generally a *goto_scene scenename (you port the player to a completely new file, called a "scene) or a *goto labelname (keeps the player in the current file, but allows you to show different versions of a scene or of a section of your chapter to the player, plus you can make them all eventually meet up again). I generally say use a standard *goto versus a *goto_scene unless you want to change so much you NEED to use different files.

*goto labelname and labels. Basically, labels are your friends. They're really nice and make it to where you can make different scenes with choices without making you have huge indented craziness under a choice. Also, it lets you make a choice where the player can select MULTIPLE options. All you need to do is *goto labelname , then somewhere down the file put *label labelname and all the content you want under it. After you're done and you have a spot you want everything to meet up at, you can do another *goto labelname , go down the file, and do *label labelname again! Sounds WAY more complicated than it is, trust me.

Ending a scene. So, you've come to the end of your chapter. You're ready to move players to the next one, but how do you do that? *finish is all you need! At the end of your file, all you gotta do *finish (and you can put some words as a transition following it, like when you move to the next page)! That's it, the game will move to the next available scene! If there isn't one, your player will get that scene that asks if you want to play again.

Next Page. In case you aren't aware, all you need to "change" a page is *page_break (any words you want in transition without these ().)

Stat Page Shenanigans. Now, I hate stat pages. With a fuckin passion. It's the thing I leave last and pretend it doesn't exist until I absolutely have to make it. Making "pages" in your stats page isnt too bad; all you do is a *choice with choices that lead to labels where each thing falls. Remember, each label needs it's own *choice too so the player can navigate to other "pages". To make stat bars and stuff isn't too bad ig... I just hate doing it. all you gotta do is *stat_chart, then indent each stat bar/counter under it. it'll put them all next to each other, too. There's multiple stat types: opposed_pair variable (and you can indent under it and put the words you want an opposed pair to show); for a numerical counter, you need a numerical variable, then *stat_chart and indented under it is text variable Variableword(s); and for a percentage bar, you need a variable that you've been setting with %s, then under a *stat_chart you put percent variable variablenameorword.

This is a lot of just the basics; if y'all want me to go into like... more SPECIFIC things that you don't get or more complicated manuevers lemme know in the ask box, I'll be glad to help u! Now, photos:

Startup page shenanigans. You have the copyright wording (which I broke into *comment s mainly bc it kept bugging otherwise), the *title which sets your title, *author which sets the author, and *scene_list plus subsequent "scenes" or files that hold new chapters/portions of the game.

Different types of variables created. Ones like sarcasm and mercy are set at 50 to start because I use them as opposed pairs like Sarcastic/Genuine and Merciful/Wrathful. You can also name a variable anything you want.

Here we go, a screenshot with a LOT going on. Firstly, a *fake_choice choice. A *page_break. And a *choice choice + one of the labels it jumped to.

Two examples of *if statements and choices, plus how they work together.

Some stat charts.

Some of this was taken from WCA, hope you don't mind! It's the one open in my word processor so I used it for some things while others I typed up myself. I hope this helps you some and anyone else!!

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November Author of the Month...

Drumroll please.... our November Author of the Month is none other than the incredibly talented...

@all-things-fic ! 

Congratulations to a wonderful author, Liz! You can check out our interview with her below!

1.Did you start writing fanfiction for One Direction, or was there another fandom that you wrote fanfiction for before this?

I have one fic that I wrote for One Direction Fanfic Archive, that will never see the light of day. It was really awful, but everyone starts somewhere. I’ve shared it with two people on Tumblr and we just laughed about it.

I’ve also written a Niall Horan fic which has been flagged for how explicit it is, which is quite laughable as it’s tame in comparison to the Harry stuff (eek!)

2. How old were you when you started writing fanfiction?

I was a teenager when I first started writing fics. I don’t know if I would consider it “proper” fanfic though as it was riddled with cliches.

3. What’s been your favorite fic that you’ve written to work on so far?

For the longest time I was proud of the second part of Divorce Harry and specifically the second part. It just felt real to write. I can’t even explain what it is about that piece.

I think at the time it stemmed from an ask I received where I was asked if I was a parent - I’m not - but this someone said I portrayed aspects of a marriage and how children can tip the balance really well.

The sheer bitterness of two people in love and the juxtaposed feeling it brings was an interesting dynamic. Being bitter and in love? How? It happens. You love someone, but bloody hell don’t you hate at the same time.

And I think on the hand Quarantine Harry is the opposite side of the same coin. I love it because it’s so happy. When you’re smitten and basking. Your baby waking you up at 3am and meeting your husband on the landing with the freshly made bottle is a time to enjoy because you’re doing it together.

But soon enough the third child is sprawled out in your kingsize bed and their foot is pressed against your ribs and you're tired. This isn’t me saying the two stories are linked (I do get those theories quite a lot haha)

4. Do you prefer AU or OU?

Definitely more of an OU gal. I’m massively into writing things “realistically” because I think it’s so relatable and helps draw readers in more so. Especially if the writing uses and references visuals that readers are aware of.

5. What’s your favorite trope to write?

Would we call a long-term relationship / established relationship a trope? If so then this is my favourite. Writing characters who know how to push each other’s buttons, knowing what they can and can’t say to get the other going. Being able to write two people who can share as little as a glance and know what the other is feeling.

Sprinkle a bit of angst on the top for good measure.

That’s my kryptonite.

6. What’s your ideal space to write in?

I tend to write when I’m in bed quite a bit, usually really late at night and on my phone rather than my laptop. Often lying in the dark. Sometimes first thing in a morning.

7. How do you get motivation to write?

This one made me laugh considering I’m unable to finish a single piece of writing at the minute.

Pictures are quite inspiring. New images of Harry can usually start something in me. The images of him in the whacky joggers for example from set have inspired a scene in Quarantine Harry (who knows for which part just yet!).

8. Do you typically like to listen to music when you write? If so, what do you listen to?

Very rarely listen to anything when I write, I tend to like silence really. Sometimes this is so I can dictate into my phone.

9. Your dialogue is some of the best I’ve ever read on tumblr, how do you plan conversations in your fics?

Thank you for the compliment, it’s really nice to read that you think so highly of my dialogue. I don’t really plan them - conversations or my fics. I’m quite visual in how I write, so anything that you’ve read I’ve most likely had it play out in my mind and typed it as it’s moved. For dialogue I tend to speak out loud as I’m typing to try and get the pacing right for the conversation.

No, I don’t try to do a Manc accent… Just in case anyone is wondering haha!

10. What is your writing process like?

I write what I see and then hope it fits. Honestly it’s pretty chaotic. The only time I tend to plan is when I’ve got a lot of different scenes written and I need to know if they’re suitable for an update or what order to place them.

Then I read through them and think about the characters and how they would be a certain time and move the documents into another document. Then I close all the tabs and cry cause my motivation is nonexistent.

11. What’s been your favorite scene to write from Quarantine Harry?

One that hasn’t been shared haha! I’m joking (maybe).

From part one my favourite bit has to be the part where she makes up with him by taking him a cuppa and he gets a dig in about how she hasn’t brought any biscuits with her. Also the bit where he says “come an’ love me” meaning he wants to cuddle. I’m quite conscious I don’t really ever write soppy fics, so when I’m writing “fluffy” aspects they’re more so everyday affections. Like, you know someone is properly in love with you when they’re doing the washing up cause you’re busy, or they’re taking out the bins on bin day. That kinda thing.

From part two absolutely the entirety of the morning where she takes the pregnancy test. That was the part I had as clear as day and I worked backwards to the opening scene. I really loved the idea of Harry knowing his partner is pregnant before said partner knows. Him knowing his lovers body like the back of his hand so much so that he’s able to pick up on the smallest of things.  I knew I had to write it.

And how he casually suggested she took the test, by pressing a kiss into her back. His face finding that test and then being an insufferable sod and pleased with himself cause he’s in the know about the outcome before the MC.

12. Is there a schedule you follow in terms of when you write? Or are you more impulsive and just write where and when you can?

So impulsive it’s actually embarrassing. I cringe at myself. I know I’ve mentioned this loads but I really write what I see. So if I’m not seeing anything, I’m not writing. It’s quite frustrating.

13. What is one thing you wish you would’ve known before you started writing?

To not talk about your writing before you’ve finished it. I feel like I massively let people down when I post sneak peeks and then I can’t deliver because life gets on top of me!

14. What do you prefer writing, multi-chaptered fics or one shots?

One shots and then if they develop into something more that can be exciting!

15. What's your secret to portraying such a complex and interesting relationship between your main characters??

Personal trauma…… *tumbleweed at another one of my poorly thought out jokes*

I’m a bit stumped on how to answer this one. I think being well read(ish) helps you create complex characters and relationships, not saying that I am but I’ve read a fair few books. Life in general helps too, sometimes personal relationships. Just growing up. My fic when I was younger was nowhere near the type of things I’m writing now but I’ve got a couple (okay, more than a couple!) of years on myself since then.

I think just apply your own lived experiences and call upon emotions you may have felt through certain times that you’re writing should you have experience it.

Partly I also think so many of us are a little bit nosy. Sometimes we all kinda want to be the fly on the wall in the home of couples to see if everything is a rosy as it seems or as intimate. Or whether it is just raw passion with a couple of arguments thrown in for good measure.

16. What Harry era/mood/look/vibe/song/etc. do you get most inspired by?

What’s weird is my favourite era of Harry is 2014, but I wouldn’t want to write him like that. The current Harry is quite marvellous. I’ve never known anyone like him, he really is fine wine (the real album title…. ‘we’ll be a fine wine’)

If you’re asking what mood I like to see him in, it’s either when he's pensive and looks a touch pissed off with a crease to his brow or when you watch his joke his eyes before he’s even said it and he’s amused/pleased with himself.

His current look, mainly late 2019/2020 is quite something (hence the quarantine fics)

I tend not to get inspired by his songs but my two faves if I had to pick would be Woman and TBSL. I think they’re massive Scorpio energy and would make great premises for a one shot sometime!

I’m not sure if I even answered this how you wanted it answer but hopefully it was something haha!

17. Who or what inspired you to start writing?

I’ve always loved writing, I think it’s because I do a lot of it with my line of work. The person that gave me the push on this site was actually an account called @meetyourmouths. The lovely Iz is no longer on tumblr but she wrote a Harry piece that just made me think ‘fuck it’ and I posted Practicing. If you go to that piece the authors note makes mention to Iz.

I would also say @stylishmuser was one of the first people to reach out to me and be encouraging which has always stuck with me. Massive love for, P and still talk to her all these years on.

I’m now sat here thinking about listing all the lovely lovely people who have been so nice to me both in regards to writing and outside of it and I’m conscious I’m not mentioning them. The troubles of being a bit of a people pleaser. Hopefully those people know I love ‘em… You know?

18. Some readers are wary of leaving feedback because they're unsure how the writer will take it, how do you personally like to receive feedback? Do you want to be critiqued, or would you like to just know if they did or didn't enjoy what they've read?

First thing I’d say is please don’t ever think as readers you can’t be negative. Sure there is a way to present the feedback to the author cause writing can be quite personal, but everyone has room for growth.

Just come chat to me. Can be about anything and everything. A simple ‘loved the update’ to ‘this bit was rubbish’. I’m open to all feedback.

One thing to remember is there are a lot of writers out there so there is something for everybody. If a fic isn’t for you there are tons out there waiting for you to go and grab ‘em!

19. Is writing a hobby or do you have aspirations of writing professionally outside of fanfiction?

I used to think it was mainly more so a hobby, and I do still lean towards this. However, now I’m not so sure. My problem is I tend to have long spells of not being able to find balance in my ‘real life’ job and the extra-curricular stuff.

I’m dragging myself here but I don’t think my fics have much plot to them. I’m more so about writing the everyday life and I don’t think there is a market for that really (unless you have something explosive happen somewhere).

20. And finally, What's your purpose for writing? What do you hope to accomplish?

For a while I wanted to write Harry being insufferably British. I found it quite hard to find writings that I thought wrote him using Britsh-isms (is this even a thing?) and types of phrases that are common over this side of the pond. I wanted to put that out there for someone who may have once felt like me.

Mostly,  I just want to put pieces out that take people elsewhere, even if only for a couple of minutes. A lot of the world is a bleak place, if you find my little corner on tumblr and it makes you smile, that’s achieved something, hasn't it?

[animezing-fandoms]

Feminism in Fairy Tail with Lucy Heartfilia

Okay so @gaysquaredwrites made this fantastic post today about how people say Lucy is useless because she’s not as great a fighter as the other characters, but that doesn’t mean she’s useless because she brings light and happiness into the characters lives and that’s just as important as fighting! And I originally wrote this rant as a reblog to their original post but it ended up being LONG AF and I didn’t want to hijack their post like that so I decided to just post this feminism and Lucy rant as my own post.

So something that I see a lot in most fiction and not just shounen manga but also in Western sci-fi/action fiction as well, is that the female characters in those stories who aren’t primarily fighters, or do fight but not as well as other characters are often criticized for being useless because they “always need to be saved” or “can’t win a fight on their own” and while this does happen to a lot of female characters in these genres, it doesn’t make them “useless” characters to the story. These people just don’t seem to realize that there are other important roles for characters in these genres aside from fighting and beating bad guys, and that’s emotional support. 

You don’t have to fight in order to change/save someone’s life. Emotional support is just as essential as physical in both fictional stories and in real life and I feel like people seem to forget that a lot.

Especially since that emotional support often comes from female characters which people are already frothing at the mouth to discredit and undermine so it’s no surprise that people complain that they’re useless because they can’t fight as well as the male mc (which is stupid especially in shounen manga because in those stories no one fights as well as the main male mc, that’s kind of a trademark of the genre tbh) and claim that that take is “feminist” while completely ignoring the important role that those female characters play in uniting the other characters for a certain cause and giving them the courage to keep fighting and fighting with them even if they aren’t the strongest fighter in the story. 

But those parts of their stories are usually downplayed or ignored in favor of the “she’s just a love interest” argument, which is actually a more complex and important role to a story than people seem to realize. But I won’t get into that here because that’s a different argument and that would involve getting into her relationship with Natsu and I want to keep this meta purely about Lucy and how  people try to paint her as a “useless character” because of sexism. If you want to read about how nalu is actually more feminist/progressive than people think, click here.

Now if you’re judging characters importance to the story of Fairy Tail based on how many fights they’ve won/lost, then you’re only focusing on one aspect of the story which is the action, and completely ignoring the emotional/narrative parts of the story that make us fall in love with these characters and root for them during the action.

For example, the guild wouldn’t even exist if not for Lucy! After Makarov disbanded it after Tartaros, Lucy was the only one who kept tabs on the guild members in order to reach out to all of them to get the guild back together once Natsu and Happy came back to her. And they even said it multiple times in the manga that they wouldn’t have come back together without her. So yeah the guild would not have come back together to defeat Alvarez without Lucy.

And, everyone seems to forget that during the Tartaros arc, she literally saved everyone’s freaking lives by sacrificing Aquarius’s key to summon the Celestial Spirit King and free everyone from the fortress they were trapped in. Everyone would still be trapped in that thing and Tartaros would not have been defeated if she didn’t make that sacrifice. And it was a huge sacrifice! Lucy’s spirits mean everything to her! Sacrificing Aquarius to save everyone in Fairy Tail left her freaking heartbroken! 

And that wasn’t the only sacrifice that she’s made in the series either! Her freaking future self sacrificed her life when Rogue tried to kill Lucy in order to save her life. 

Now you could argue that other major characters in the series have made large sacrifices too, such as Juvia saving Gray, and Makarov using Fairy Law at the cost of his life and maybe others too that I’m forgetting. But those sacrifices while important to the story and the importance of those characters, are made up for by both Makarov and Juvia being brought back to life later with Juvia sustaining a scar, and Makarov being in a wheelchair which yes, is a big deal and should not be overlooked. But the point I’m making is that both he, and Juvia intended to sacrifice their lives, but ended up living anyway. Like Gray and the multiple times he’s attempted to use iced shell but always ends up getting interrupted or talked out of it. 

So Lucy is the only main character who has intended to sacrifice something important, and followed through with it without getting revived later (although it was only her future self that died, but the point is she still died without getting revived later on in the story) and without getting the sacrificed item back. Yeah, people seem to forget that Lucy sacrificed Aquarius’s key, and Lucy still does not have that key back. So even if you think that future Lucy dying isn’t a heavy sacrifice because that was just a version of Lucy, the Aquarius sacrifice is definitely a heavy one because that one didn’t get resolved later. Lucy sacrificed that key, and did not get it back immediately after or at the end of the arc, or even at the end of the story! Yes the key is out there in the world somewhere but she still has to find it and that’s probably not gonna happen for awhile and it’s gonna be really difficult to get it back! Lucy sacrificed something precious to her for the sake of her guild that she loves so much and she never got it back at the end of the main story. And that’s why I think that sacrifice in particular is probably the biggest one in the story. 

But that sacrifice is often overlooked by fans who claim she has no purpose in the story, because that wasn’t a “fighting” sacrifice like giving their life for another character. That was an emotional sacrifice because she sacrificed her ability to not only use Aquarius’s key, but have her in her life as a close friend by sacrificing her key. No life was lost by Aquarius’s key being shattered, but it shattered Lucy’s hearts and ours in turn. 

It was a big emotional sacrifice, and that’s why it’s downplayed because emotional components of a story like Fairy Tail which are what Lucy plays a big role in, are often played by female characters, because being “emotional” is a traditionally feminine role in most stories. 

In fact, putting a higher importance on traditionally masculine roles for characters like fighting, and downplaying the more feminine roles like emotional support, makes it pretty obvious what those so-called “fans” are really saying when they say Lucy is “useless”. 

More often than not, people who claim Lucy is useless do so because they compare her fighting ability to Erza, who is a very skilled warrior and has many important achievements in the battles she’s been in. And because of this, they claim that Erza is a stronger female character than Lucy in the story. 

But just because Erza is a female character that is a good fighter, doesn’t mean she’s a stronger female character than Lucy. Both Lucy and Erza are equally strong female characters in their respective roles in the story. But people, mainly misogynists, don’t look at it that way and just lump them into the category of “female character” which guess what, is sexist because you’re only categorizing those characters by their genders and not the distinct and equally important roles they play in the story.

Having Erza be one of the most powerful wizards in the guild as a great fighter is a huge win for female representation in shounen manga because she plays a role that is typically reserved for male characters. But that doesn’t mean that Lucy, who plays the role of emotional support which is typically reserved for female characters any less important. The idea that all female characters need to be less “emotional” or “feminine” and need to play more traditionally masculine roles like Erza does in order to be considered good female representation, completely misses the point.

So while I do want to see more female characters in roles typically reserved for male characters like Erza. I also want to see the female characters who are in traditionally feminine roles for the genre like Lucy get treated with more respect and be recognized for their importance to the story and not get labeled as “useless” because they didn’t win a boss fight.

Because if you think that characters, both male and female who serve the more traditionally masculine roles like fighting are more important to the story than the characters, both male and female who serve the traditionally feminine role of emotional support, then guess what! That’s misogyny too!

If Fairy Tail was purely just a story about people punching each other, then we would not be as invested in the story or these characters as we are. Lucy is the one who makes important emotional sacrifices, and is the one who reminds the guild what they’re fighting for, and gives them hope and happiness when they need it most. 

So if you think Lucy’s useless because she doesn’t fight as much or as well as the other characters in the story, then just admit you’re a misogynist because if you have that opinion then you clearly didn’t take the time to pay attention to the story as a whole, and were too blinded by your sexist views to see how important to the story Lucy’s role as the heart, aka the emotional support of Fairy Tail actually is. In fact, the story wouldn’t have even started without her since she’s the first character we meet. 

Emotional support in a story like Fairy Tail is just as important as the fighting. The story would have ended after Tartoros without Lucy. Lucy is the one who not only saved all of their lives but brought their guild back together. Fairy Tail would not exist without Lucy. That’s how Lucy primarily saves the day in this story, not by punching people with magic, but with her heart that is filled with love for her friends that fuels her actions, just like Natsu, Gray, Erza and literally everyone else in the guild. She’s no different from them in terms of her importance to the story, her role is just a little different from theirs.

[lovelyirony]

Hey, would you be open to IronAgent (Phil x Tony)? If yes, from the angst list (because /of course/ I look there first lol) 19: "Why did you wait until I moved on?" If you feel like it. Thanks! <3

never done this one before, but i like it! 

Tony isn’t used to heartbreak. He’s kind of an asshole like that. Or maybe he is used to heartbreak, but he’s not quite used to people admitting that they don’t like him like that. 

Phil Coulson was someone he met while at an orchestra with Pepper and showing up late and getting the wrong seat and falling asleep. 

He was the one who jabbed him awake and explained why the orchestra was so important, and Tony saw how much he could appreciate it, and he wanted more of it. 

So he asked. Phil said yes. And their first date was to a diner where Tony had to give Phil, like, eight quarters for the jukebox. 

He was different from anyone Tony usually saw. Different as in decent, different as in he wore a white button-up shirt nearly every single day, and Tony liked it, but he liked it more when it was a bit wrinkled and Phil broke down and unbuttoned the top two. 

They dated for eleven months and thirty days. They broke up in July. 

In retrospect, Tony can see why. Phil was always interested in specialized security and was one of the best people to stay calm under stress. (Tony joked that it was because of him.) 

Phil calls him in July. Tony is in Malibu, and Phil lives in Chicago, and he won’t allow Tony to pay for a plane or train ticket. 

Now he knows why. 

The phone call is short, mainly because Tony knows that he’s bursting with questions and Phil won’t answer them, because it’s considered rude to ask someone why they don’t want to choose you anymore. 

Tony says okay. He says okay on the phone, which sucks, and it’s...

He calls Rhodey next. 

“You okay?” 

“Probably. Maybe.” 

“You’ll be fine,” Rhodey says, in that tone of voice that Tony usually always trusts, but this time it’s different because Rhodey isn’t with him right now, he’s with his cousin in Florida trying to learn how to handle different beach-themed cocktails. Call it scientific research. 

“Listen,” Rhodey says, “I gotta go. Ben’s taking me to dinner, but call me when you need me, okay?” 

“Got it.” 

He’s not going to do that. 

- 

Phil joined SHIELD. You can’t have personal connections, not really. 

And Tony was as personal as they got, but he was also beneficial. Phil knows that if SHIELD ever caught wind of Tony being his, there would be talk. Talk about “why don’t you convince your boyfriend to get us weapons?” 

“Why don’t you bring Tony Stark over? Let us in on some secrets?” 

He can’t do that to him. 

And relationships...

Best not to think about it. 

- 

It takes longer than thought possible for Tony to get over Phil. In many respects, he might not be. 

But he goes out the next week and makes headlines dancing with all sorts of people and socializing and proving that he can move on. He will move on. He’s already moved on. 

He bitterly hopes that Phil can see it. 

(Phillip Coulson is busy fighting bad guys in a grocery store, but as he dodges a can of peaches being thrown at his head, he sees an overturned magazine rack. And there Tony is, smiling at a girl and-) 

- 

Tony keeps tabs on him, sometimes. He doesn’t often pop up. Tony doesn’t really look into security, because he knows that if he finds out where Phil is, what Phil is doing, it’s all he’s going to think about. And he can’t keep him safe, he can’t keep him protected. 

So he focuses on weapons and business and making sure that Pepper isn’t too pissed off, because it’s like Pompeii 2.0 if that happens. 

-

Coulson is in the office when the break-room TV is turned on and the news is up, and agents are crowding around. 

“Back to work, everyone,” he says, but he stops when he sees the headline. 

Tony Stark Declared Missing after Weapons Demonstration Gone Awry 

He can’t breathe. He feels everything slam down, and he can’t let anyone know it’s all coming down over his head, so he turns off the news. 

“Get focused,” he says. “I know at least one of you is supposed to be talking to our agents stationed in Liberia about a potential 084. Get it done.” 

He goes into his office and stares at a framed picture of a Ferris wheel. 

Just below that, folded up, is Tony kissing his cheek while he laughs. 

And it might be done. 

He wishes it wasn’t done, he wishes that he had never broken up with him. He’s always wished that, every single time he comes into his apartment and Tony’s plans for decorating their apartment when they both came back to Boston (Phil never did) were the talk of the night for many a night. 

He can’t request any special information. He can’t risk it, doesn’t want to risk it. 

Maria still catches him, because she’s Maria. She knows everything. 

“You got personal history with him,” she says over a mutual dinner. She invited him to her house. She didn’t seem like a house person, but then again she also has coasters with embroidered flower bouquets on them, so there’s that. 

“I’m not going to tell you anything about it.” 

“Wasn’t expecting you to. Just wanted to let you know that I know.” 

“And how would you know?” 

Maria smiles, biting into the pizza that she has ordered and Phil hasn’t touched, but still paid half for. 

“Because I’m smart and observant, Coulson.” 

“You can call me Phil, you know.” 

“Nope, rather not. But if you’re not discussing it, then it must have been romantic. I’m surprised you guys dated. For long, if I’m right.” 

“Under a year,” he says. 

“And you’re still this affected?” 

“I broke up with him,” Phil says. “You know why.” 

“You’re the dumbest ever,” Maria says. “You were dating the son of one of the best-known men of all time, and you think that you were putting his life in danger?” 

“When you put it like that, it makes me sound stupid.” 

“You’re not,” Maria says. “You’re smart. But Tony Stark isn’t exactly a saint. He knows how to fight dirty.” 

- 

Tony Stark just flew out of a cave and his first thought is the fact that he really wants a nice burger, and the second thought is that he’s wondered if he’s just invented something revolutionary. 

It’s about two weeks after everything and he’s still finding trouble with his standard mattress that he gets a visit. 

Strategic-Homeland-Whatever. 

They call themselves a private security firm. Tony knows better, has seen better liars. 

But Agent Barton is insistent that security is all they do, and they want to make sure that Tony Stark isn’t a danger to himself. 

(What he really means, most likely, is that SHIELD has caught on to the little fact that his flight suit exists.) 

-

Phil met Obadiah Stane exactly once, and exactly once is the only meeting you really need with a man who is the physical embodiment of an oil spill. 

Barton calls him, says that he needs to get there now, the mission is going wrong. Coulson’s his handler, and as much as he’d like to send Maria or Natasha or literally anybody else, he is worried. 

He finds Dum-E waving frantically, with Tony hunched over a counter and breathing hard, a blue light emanating from his chest. 

“Tony?” 

He turns around wildly, freezing as he looks at Phil. 

“I don’t have time to deal with you,” he pants out, breath ragged. “Move out of my way, and stay out of my way.” 

- 

Phil witnesses Tony in his element. He’s always flown above the rest, but never quite so literally. 

Pepper clutches Tony’s hand and he holds her close, and oh. 

Oh. 

Phil knows he shouldn’t have expected anything. He knows that it’s been years and years since they were dating, since they were each other’s everything and a half. 

But it still kind of hurts when you’re not a choice. 

They turn to look at Coulson. 

“I assume that Clint is yours?” Tony asks. 

“One of them, yes.” 

“He needs to get better about lying, he clearly ate my leftover sandwich.” 

“I’ll...talk to him about that. Everyone okay here?” 

“For now. Need to tie up some loose ends.” 

“I can help with that.” 

“I don’t need it,” Tony says, and Pepper follows his gaze carefully before speaking. 

“We would love the help,” she says, and Phil can tell that she doesn’t know. 

Somehow-and Phil’s not quite sure how-that burns. Tony didn’t tell her about them. It’s egotistical of him, sure, but he kind of wants to be known as a part in Tony’s life. 

SHIELD gets involved. They clean up Stane like he was never there, and there’s a press release about him having a heart attack in his sleep that is clearly not the case, but there are enough pictures of him eating unhealthily that it can kind of make sense when people look at some shitty news source. 

Phil makes flashcards. 

Reminds him of studying days, when he used to quiz Tony on Captain America trivia. 

He stumped him, once. 

- 

Tony doesn’t like that Phil’s back in his life. He doesn’t have to like it. 

But really, it just...

They used to be together. And they didn’t end because it got bad, they ended because Phil had a job and he didn’t want to be a couple because that would somehow ruin things. And Tony got it, really. The board wasn’t exactly pleased that Tony wasn’t hush-hush about his activities. 

“What’s gonna happen, they’re gonna sue me? Ask me to stop?” Tony had asked, laughing. “I don’t give a shit what people think. They rely on me too much to afford to have an opinion cloud their judgment.” 

Phil isn’t like that. 

They danced together. He still remembers Phil’s order for food. 

(Lo Mein with veggies, but he would never eat all of the veggies that were in there. Plus egg rolls.) 

-

“If you just read the flash cards, you should be fine,” Phil says. “Trust me.” 

“You waited to tell me that until I moved on or something?” Tony asks sardonically. 

- 

Tony listened to Phil twice in his life and trusted him. 

The first was six months in, when he said “I love you” while they were lounging on the worst couch that Tony had ever sat in, in an apartment with a leak during rainy days. 

The second was when Phil told him to live his life to his full potential on a short phone call. 

Fool me once, fool me twice, and never again. 

“The truth is...I am Iron Man.” 

[alicanta77]

Chapter 3: Elysium Burning

Pairing: y/n x Haechan

Themes: angst, fluff, suspense(?)

Warnings: swearing, zombies, blood, violence, death, virus, illness, anxiety, mentions of abusive family

Words: 11k

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Finale

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Inspiration from my friend @2-cute-4-school and her story called ‘Evanescent’. This girl is such a beautiful writer and honestly seems to be able to write anything, can't praise and recommend her work enough! Thank you to the ends of the earth for letting me use it as a starting point xx

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Three days. It had been three days since you had left the safety of Mark’s house. Three days until you had reached the army base. Three days since Jeno had died. And those three days had been the hardest since the apocalypse began. Learning to live without Jeno was something you never thought you would have to do, never thought you would know what it was like. You never wanted to know what it was like, but you did. It was your new normal.

Since Jeno died, a hole had been ripped out of your group dynamic. Renjun wore his necklace everyday, you often caught him holding onto the silver tab that read his name and birthday. Donghyuck went silent. He was still in mourning for his sister, and piling one of his best friend’s deaths on top of that seemed too cruel to be real. But it was. And you couldn't focus. Whenever someone started talking, you remembered Jeno. Whenever you keeping watch at night, you remembered Jeno. Whenever you were doing nothing, you remembered Jeno. He was such a huge part of your life that you didn't know how to function without him there.

Jaemin had been a massive help to you all. He had been patient, repeating anything you didn't focus on, kind, always staying with you to talk about him, and understanding, helping you when you broke down about him. That photograph you had of the four of you was your last memory of him. You held onto that every second you could, treasured it like you had never treasured anything before. Donghyuck cried every night, and every night you hugged him and sang ‘You are my sunshine’ to calm him down. He found it hard to let you go afterwards though. So you never left. It was getting to the point where you were needing Donghyuck by your side in order to get a good nights sleep.

After three of the most mentally exhausting days of your life, you reached the army base.

You watched as the high walls grew over the horizon, your supposed safe haven. You knew that a fight was awaiting you. There was a slim chance that the building would be empty of zombies, but you felt ready to take them on. You hadn't killed a zombie since the school and, after everything of the past few days, you thought you could do well with letting out some pent up anger and frustration.

Jaemin drove you, Jisung and Donghyuck in one car, Mark driving the others, and you approached the gates at a steady speed. Last night you had come to the decision that it would be best to drive around the base once, allowing you to check how many zombies you could see, before launching your attack. You also knew that you only really had one shot at this, so you decided to stick together and move as one, clean the base out one room at a time. 

Mark’s car was a bit further ahead of you, so you were surprised to see the brake lights flash up suddenly, signalling them stopping. Jaemin followed suit, shooting you a quick confused look as you all watched them exit the car and stare up at the base. You opened your door, Donghyuck meeting you as you climbed out of the backseat and walked up towards them.

‘What’s wrong?’ Jaemin asked.

Mark turned around to look at you all. 

‘It’s quiet.’

Chenle raised an eyebrow.

‘It’s quiet? Isn’t that a good thing?’

‘No as in it’s too quiet. Surely there must be zombies somewhere, but you can't hear a thing. It’s as if the entire area has been cleared of them.’ Mark tried to explain his paranoia.

‘This place should be crawling. The infection rates of HD were highest in the military due to the close contamination in their living quarters.’ Renjun spoke quietly. Neither you, Renjun or Donghyuck had spoken much since Jeno’s death, and even when you did it was mainly to each other.

Renjun moved closer towards you and Donghyuck, relaxing a bit as he was closer to you before continuing: ‘Statistically speaking, there should be something here.’

‘Exactly. What should we-’

Mark was cut off by a metallic groan that drew your attention to the walls in front of you. The gates began to creak open, causing all of you to grab your guns and pull them into position. Then you saw two figures begin to walk towards you, but, they didn't seem to move like zombies did, the was no limping or sharp twitches. There were also no trademark moans or groans that you usually heard from the undead. This did not, however, calm you down, instead fuelling your fear and you gripped your gun tighter. You could see the rest of your group still had their guns ready, everyone anticipating a fight.

But the fight never came. As the figures got closer you couldn't see any tell tale signs on their skin of them being infected, and you felt your grip on your gun being to loosen. Soon the figures had reached a few meters from you and put their hands up, as if in surrender or showing that they meant you no harm. Both figures were male, and as the shorter of the two males began to speak, you felt your nerves disappear slightly.

‘Hey, are you guys okay? I know you must be terrified right now but, I promise you’ll be safe here. Can you put the guns down?’

You looked at Mark for guidance and watched as he lowered his gun and nodded at the rest of you. You all followed suit, causing smiles to break out on the two male’s faces.

‘Now that’s more like it! Before we let you in, we have to ask and do a quick check for injuries and bites. Is that okay?’

Mark nodded, slightly in shock at the current situation. 

‘Yeah that's fine, no one is bitten, we can show you.’

You all rolled up your sleeves and trouser legs, showing your clean bodies. Instead of forcing you to stand in your underwear, the boys asked for you to do certain stretches. This originally confused you but, only once you did them did you realise that, if you had a bite anywhere on your stomach or back, these would have been excruciatingly painful.

Once you were all cleared, the two boys smiled and the taller one held out a hand for Mark to shake.

‘I’m Hyunjin, this is San. Nice to meet you.’ 

Mark shook his hand and turned to you all, pointing at you in turn and introducing you.

Hyunjin and San repeated each name after him in an attempt to learn them before nodding in confirmation.

‘Well if you want to get in your cars, and don’t mind giving us a lift too, we can get you in through the front gate.’ San informed you, all of you easily nodding in agreement. 

Hyunjin climbed into Mark’s car, while San followed you to yours. Donghyuck gave San the passenger seat and came around to sit in the back with you and Chenle. While driving up towards the army gates and through the army gates, you couldn't help but grab onto Donghyuck’s arm and think of Jeno and how much he would have loved to be here, how much he deserved to be here.

Donghyuck turned around and gave you a sad smile, showing that he was thinking the same. 

‘Sorry about those weird stretches we asked you to do back there.’ San turned around to you in the back. ‘It’s just an easy way of knowing if someone is injured without having to make them undress. The two leaders of this group we have, Chan and Hongjoon, came up with the idea. They didn't really want to make anyone uncomfortable before they had even got through the door.’

After that he turned back around. You were glad he didn't force you to talk and he seemed to realise that there was something that you didn't want to talk about. You hoped everyone in the army base would be as kind as he had been so far.

The cars pulled in through the gate and you saw a small group of people waiting. San opened the door and gestured for the rest of you to follow suit.

‘Someone will take your car to our makeshift garage.’ He explained before turning around to a brown haired boy and saying, ‘They're clean Seungmin.’

Seungmin nodded and greeted you with a kind smile. He approached you carefully, as if you were a frightened puppy, but somehow it comforted you that he gave you time to step back if you needed. 

‘Hi, I’m Seungmin.’ He held out a hand for you to shake.

‘Y/n.’ You replied, you voice weak.

‘I’m the head medic here, so if you ever need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask. I know this may be a bit overwhelming, right?’

You smiled slightly, ‘Just a bit.’

‘Well, again, come and find me if you ever need anything okay?’

‘I will, thank you.’

Donghyuck approached you from behind and placed a hand on your shoulder, causing you to flinch.

‘Sorry.’ He mumbled. ‘Who was that?’

‘Uhhh, Seungmin. He’s the medic apparently.’ You replied, turning around to face him.

‘Oh right. Isn't this insane?’

‘It’s not what I expected, that's for sure.’ You agreed.

Suddenly San called you both over again.

‘So we’re gonna show you around and let you meet the people in charge of this joint. And also some other useful faces to know.’

He smiled at you again, an eye smile that reminded you of Jeno’s, somehow managing to fill you with warmth and simultaneously tear your heart out at the same time.

You all followed as he took you into the main complex building, guiding you down winding corridors until you finally reached a door marked ‘Commanding Officer’. San knocked three times before a voice replied ‘Come in.’ and he opened the door.

The room didn’t seem like anything out of the ordinary. There were two desks facing opposite each other, each equipped with a chair and covered in papers. There was a bookshelf and filing cabinet that seemed to be in good use and an overhead light. There was also two sofas and three arm chairs placed around a coffee table. Sat at each desk were two more men who both stood up to greet you as you entered.

‘You must be the cars we saw driving up!’ One of the men exclaimed, surprising you with how happy and trusting he was around people he had just met.

‘How are you all feeling? San gave us the nod to you being all clean so does anyone want any food, water or a shower?’

None of you replied, all in complete and utter shock at the sudden turn of events.

The two leaders shared a look before the first began to speak again, his voice much calmer and softer.

‘Sorry to throw all of this on you, you can’t have been expecting this so it must come as quite a bit of a shock. My name’s Chan and this is Hongjoon. If you guys want to take a seat, we can answer any questions you may have?’

You just about managed to nod before being guided by Renjun to a sofa. You sat down next to him and watched as the rest of your group followed suit and chose their seats. All of you sat onto the two sofas, leaving Hongjoon and Chan to take two of the chairs. Hongjoon quickly turned around to grab San’s attention.

‘Could you go and grab the heads so that we can introduce them?’

San nodded and left the room, leaving Hongjoon to turn around to you.

‘Well, I guess we should start at the beginning. Chan why don't you explain?’

‘Sure. I assume, like us, you guys had the idea that an army base would be the safest and more reliable place to live during the apocalypse. And you would be right. I was actually working here when HD began to spread. The military infection rates were steadily growing everyday, and we couldn't figure out why. When people started to fall and rise again, I suddenly clicked what was going on and I opened the main door. It may sound selfish, but, I knew that this would be the safest place to live permanently and there were too many soldiers infected for me to take them out by myself. They were also people I knew and worked with so it wasn't easy. I called a few of my friends who weren't in the army base, but were nearby, and told them of my plan. One of them, Changbin, knew another called Wooyoung.’

Then Hongjoon began to speak.

‘He is a good friend of mine, and that is how our groups became one. We figured that, the larger our group, the better our chances so we rushed out here to help. Thanks to Chan opening the doors, many of the infected and non-infected abandoned the base as soon as they possibly could, leaving a large but manageable amount for all of us to deal with. For the first few days we were on edge, clearing out the rooms and we even ventured into the surrounding forest as far as we dared. Once that was done, we knew that we would need to pull ourselves together as fast as we could. We created jobs for everyone, including medics, scientists, farmers, raiders and warriors. Each job having a head, decided by who was the most experienced in that field when we arrived. Chan and myself oversee everything so far, but we have also been working mainly on reinstating many of the defence systems.’

He turned back to Chan, as if silently asking him to carry on, while the door creaked open. Chan turned back to the door and gestured with his right hand for those that were waiting outside to come in. San led Seungmin and four boys you didn't know into the room while Chan began to speak again.

‘If you guys wish to stay here then we have three rules. Rule number one, do your part. Everyone here will have a job and we believe that this place will run smoothly as long as you put effort in to keep it that way. Rule number two, trust those around you. This place is built on trust and, in the current situation, it is the most important thing you can have. And rule number three, never leave the army base without letting us know first. We want to make sure that everyone here is protected, therefore, if you don’t return within a timeframe, we can send people out to find you. That being said, here are the heads of our department. Each of you will get a job under one of these boys. This is our head medic Seungmin, he will bandage you up if you ever get injured. We have our chef, Seonghwa, who also works on the farms. And there is our head scientist, Yeosang, he looks at possible cures and preventions for HD. Then there is our head farmer, Yunho, he takes care of our fields. Jongho, is our head warrior, he takes care of any zombies we see lurking around the walls or at the edge of the forest. And finally, San, he leads the raiders who will head into the town to raid local pharmacies and shops while we get this place up and running.’

You looked around the boys, each of them sending a small nod or a wave when Chan introduced them, allowing you to finally put some names to the faces.

‘So we’ll let you guys get settled in, show you around and, after a few days, we can give you a job or let you try some of them out and see where you best fit. How does that sound?’

Hongjoon looked around all of you. You weren't sure if he was expecting a verbal answer but at this point all you could do was nod. Seungmin and two boys that you now recognised as Yeosang and Jongho left, bringing in three new ones.

San quickly spoke up as the news boys entered, explaining their reasoning for being there.

‘This place is quite big so we also thought that you may want a guide here, so we’ve brought a few boys to show you around for the early days. Can you guys tell us your names?’

Hongjoon and Chan looked around again at you and Mark quickly pointed to each of you, informing the others of what you were called.

Chan nodded and looked to the boys who were standing.

‘Well, Mark do you want to go with Mingi, Jisung, you can pair off with Yunho, Chenle, Seonghwa can look after you, Renjun, our Jisung will show you around, Jaemin, you can go with Changbin, Donghyuck, you and Lee Know and finally, y/n why don't you pair with San? Does that sound okay?’

A chorus of yes and sure echoed throughout the room and then the two leaders smiled before standing up.

You took this as a clear sign that the meeting was over, the rest of the boys beginning to stand as well. You took Donghyuck’s outstretched hand and pulled yourself off the sofa.

San and Lee Know approached you two, San speaking first.

‘Donghyuck, this is Lee Know, Lee Know, Donghyuck.’

A short introduction, but both the boys nodded at each other before Lee Know offered to show Donghyuck to his room.

‘Yeah sure, just a sec.’ Donghyuck replied before turning to you, clearly wanting to say something but he seemed to be struggling to find the words.

‘I’ll see you later okay? It’s gonna be fine.’ You reassured him with a smile.

This seemed to calm Donghyuck down and he turned around and looked at Lee Know.

‘Let’s go.’

You watched as he walked towards the door, stopping for half a second to send a quick look back at you, before he disappeared from your sight.

You turned to look at San as he began to speak, leading you out of the door.

‘So, is there anything you want to do or any place you particularly want to see?’

You thought to yourself before you suddenly remembered something Hongjoon had said when you arrived.

‘Hongjoon mentioned that you guys have showers here?’ Your voice trailed off slightly at the end, but San turned around and gave you a comforting smile.

‘Oh they are amazing! Definitely the area where most of the military budget went. I’ll show you to them.’

---

You exited the changing room, freshly showered and wearing clean clothes for the first time in four days. You saw San waiting for you as you walked out.

‘Sorry for taking so long.’ You apologised quickly.

‘Oh don’t worry, and honestly, that was not long. When we first arrived, Mingi took a two and a half hour shower. You think I’m joking but I’m really not. The only way we could only tell he was still alive from his rather out of tune singing.’

You chuckled at this, remembering the tall boy who had greeted you all with a large smile.

‘You guys have done a lot with this in only a week.’ You commented, genuinely impressed with what had happened. ‘It’s very different to how it used to be.’

San looked at you, while you continued walking, a curious expression on his face. ‘You’ve been here before?’

You almost tripped over your own feet as you were suddenly smacked in the face with the memories of Jeno describing the place after his summer camp. He had been so excited, showing you countless photos and videos of the building, making you feel like you had learnt the layout of it.

San shot out a hand to steady you.

‘Sorry! I didn't mean to throw you off I just- you seem to sort of know your way around and then you said that. Sorry, are you okay?’

You stopped walking for a minute and looked into San’s kind, brown eyes.

‘Yeah, I’m okay. I just... I haven't been here before. A friend of mine did this summer camp and he showed me pictures. It was his idea to come here and he- he would have been amazed with everything you guys have done here.’

San said nothing, just watched as you blinked back tears that were threatening to fall. Then he began to walk away from you and turned to you and gestured after him.

‘Follow me.’

You followed San for only about a minute until you arrived at a room that Jeno had never shown you. The room was empty apart from a stone bench in the middle, the kind with no back so you could sit facing any direction you liked. There was an opening into a field at the back that was also empty apart from two rock piles and some wild flowers growing in random places around. The walls were bare, except for two names carved into the stone.

Jung Wooyoung

Yang Jeong-in

San took you by the hand and led you outside. He sat down in front of one of the rock piles, leaving space for you to sit next to him. As you sat down you watched as San closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, you could see tears forming on the waterline. He turned to look at you a smile sadly.

‘I didn’t know your friend.’ He turned away from you and looked at the rocks in front of him. ‘And you didn't know mine.’

You followed his gaze and suddenly you realised what you were looking at. You were looking at a grave.

‘But, to an extent, I think I understand how you are feeling. Getting this place to the point it is wasn't as easy as Chan and Hongjoon claimed it was. In the first three days we had been here, we’d lost two of our group of sixteen.’

San stood up and walked back inside, with you following closely behind. He sat down on the stone bench and continued to talk, staring at the names engraved on the walls.

‘Wooyoung died first, he died our first day here and then Jeong-in died two days later. We had just arrived at the base to help Chan, some of the others were already here so Wooyoung and I began to take out some of the zombies that were breaking out of the door. Before we knew it, more started to emerge from the woods. We were surrounded for a minute but, somehow, we cleared a path to the entrance and walked backwards towards it, but they didn’t seem to stop coming.’

San’s voice dropped to a whisper as the first tear rolled down his cheek.

‘There were so many of them. And we hadn't got any defences at the base set up either. At the last moment, he pushed me inside and ran off in another direction. He drew their attention away from us, away from here. We found him, but it was too late. They... they had ripped him apart. We carried him back here and buried him in the field.’

You placed a hand on his should as he took a shaky breath.

‘It was hard on all of us. Wooyoung was the bridge between our two groups and without him we wouldn't have ever made it here.’

You couldn't help but compare Wooyoung to Jeno. Jeno was the reason Jaemin had saved your group, he had been your bridge to the other boys and he had also sacrificed himself. Without Jeno you would never have made it as far as you did. Tears of your own began to fall as you listened to San tell Jeong-in’s story.

‘Jeong-in, we all called him I.N. Not really sure why to be honest. He was the sweetest thing... didn't deserve any of this. His death affected Chan the most, I.N. was like a little brother to him. He died three days after we arrived. We thought we had cleared out the entire base of zombies, having spent the previous two day scouring every corridor and every room looking for them. But, as I.N. was in his room one night, he discovered he wasn't alone. He didn't have any weapons on him and- he didn't stand a chance. We could hear his screams down the corridor and we ran to find him but, it was too late. We had to put a bullet in his head just to make sure before we buried him. You’ll never hear him admit this but, Chan blames himself. He thought he should have checked one last time before letting us walk around without a weapon. He never goes anywhere without a gun now.’

You looked down at your hands that were now placed in your lap. San’s words being the only thing you could hear.

‘I know that you guys are grieving, and I’m not going to make you talk about it or ask you to suddenly be okay. But, if it’s any consolation, you're not the only one. I’m grieving too. Chan’s grieving, Hyunjin’s grieving, Yeosang’s grieving. All of us here are. We all know what it’s like to lose someone in this messed up world, so, if you ever do want to talk to someone who didn't know him, there are countless of us that will happily listen to you.’

You pulled San in for a hug.

‘Thank you.’ You whispered.

Eventually the two of you pulled away from each other, wiping away your tears. San stood up and offered his hand for you to take.

‘Come on. I’ll show you to your room.’

You grabbed his outreached hand and pulled yourself up. When you reached the door, you turned back one final time and said a quiet ‘Thank You’ to the two boys who had lost their lives in order to build the sanctuary you had found a home in.

The walk to your room was a quieter one. San gently pointing out that they had decided to use the bedrooms of the higher ranking officers rather than the communal bunks. On the outside of the doors was your name written on a piece of paper. You also noticed that the boys had placed all of you on the same floor, making you thankful that you were kept close together.

‘Seonghwa will probably be making dinner now and when he’s ready, he makes an announcement through the intercom. Do you remember where the dining hall is?’

You nodded in response and San sent you a smile.

‘Brilliant. I’ll see you there then.’

He turned away and began to walk down the corridor. You stepped out fo your doorway and called after him.

‘San?’

He turned around and looked back, waiting for you to continue.

‘Thank you.’

‘Anytime.’

With that he turned around and you headed into your room. Your bag had been brought up from your car and been placed on your bed for you. You look around your room and you were blown away. A double bed was pressed against the wall to your left, on either side of it were two bedside tables, one with an alarm clock on and the other had a bottle of water. You had a wardrobe opposite with the door left open so you could see that the boys had filled it with clean clothes for you along with a note that read ‘Gave you a few sizes, just choose which fit best and put the rest outside your door for us to deal with. Smallest to largest - left to right’. You looked at the note in disbelief, the boys were so considerate it blew your mind. There was also a bookcase opposite the door, filled with books. Upon closer inspection you saw some fiction stories and some were more educational books on types of plants and medicines. Next to the bookcase was an ensuite bathroom with a shower, loo and sink. You wondered why you didn't shower there earlier until you vaguely remembered San mentioning that they were preparing your room when he took you to the communal showers by the gym.

Suddenly a voice came over the speakers, making you jump.

‘Dinner is ready! Meet in the dining hall.’

You stopped where you were, your body starting to shake slightly. The voice over the speakers, although you were very much aware that it was Seonghwa, reminded you so much of the moments before Jeno died. You remembered watching helplessly through a camera as he fought for you. You remembered all of you screaming through the speakers for him to wait for you, to stay safe, stay alive. You remembered the blast of the grenade and the sinking feeling you felt when you realised it was him. You shut your eyes and pulled at your hair when a voice called out your name.

‘Y/n?’

At first you didn't register it. It wasn't until they grabbed you gently by the arm did you open your eyes and see Jaemin’s worried face in front of you.

‘Are you okay?’ He asked, concern clear in his eyes.

You stuttered, trying to find the right words.

‘Yeah- yeah I- I just kept thinking and rem- remembering and I don’t-’

Jaemin cut you off, pulling you in for a tight hug. He whispered reassuring words in your ear and gently petted your hair. You took a deep breath.

‘Do you want to go to dinner? I can bring some back for you if you don’t.’

You shook your head, whispering that you wanted to go and he smiled back before opening the door for you.

---

You sat at dinner on a long table with all of the boys around you, making idle conversation. You were sat in-between Donghyuck and San with Jaemin opposite you and Hyunjin and a new boy, Yongbok, on either side of him. You found the boys surprisingly easy to talk to and, before you knew it, found yourself laughing and joking around a meal. You hadn't laughed like that since your last meal at school the day before HD became deadly. Even though that day was just under two weeks ago, it felt like a lifetime go. It was a weirdly nostalgic feeling, like you were remembering a life you used to live.

After dinner, the boys began to clear away but, despite your efforts, insisted that you didn't help. They claimed that, since it as your first night and you must be exhausted, that they do all of the work. Once they left the room, you turned around to the six boys around you.

‘I have an idea.’

---

You looked a the stone wall, the two names carved there being one of the only signs that those boys had ever been alive, and turned around to face your group.

‘It’s a graveyard.’ You explained. ‘These two boys, Wooyoung and Jeong-in, died soon after the group arrived here. The boys are using this as a place to bury and remember their dead and I thought that, maybe we could bury Jeno. We could carve his name here and make a grave stone and get to say some kind of goodbye.’

Renjun smiled at you.

‘I like that idea.’

‘Me too.’ Donghyuck agreed.

The other four boys all either nodded or vocalised their agreement, so you picked up the knife that was placed in a holder next to the names and turned around.

‘Renjun, can you do it?’

Renjun gently nodded and took the knife from your hands.

‘I’d be honoured.’

You all watched, breathless, as Renjun began to immortalise your lost friend. Then, after a short while, he stepped back, allowing you all to view his work.

‘It’s perfect.’ Donghyuck whispered, slipping his hand into yours.

You led the boys outside and showed them the gravestones for Wooyoung and I.N. The boys all grabbed a few stones from the path, with you also picking a small bunch of wildflowers, and met back, ready to place them in memory.

You watched as Mark and Jaemin strategically balanced each rock on top of the other, forming a small pyramid. You stepped forward and placed the flowers in front of the pile, a small ‘I miss you.’ leaving your lips.

And you stood there. Seven friends mourning the loss of another, standing in solidarity through the pain and heartache, saddened by the knowledge that you were probably the last seven people on the planet who knew who Lee Jeno was. Together, standing around the grave of the young boy, you all finally said the one thing you never got to.

‘Goodbye.’

---

You lay in bed that night, unable to go to sleep. Your body was screaming at you with exhaustion but you just couldn’t seem to get comfortable. After saying goodbye to Jeno, you felt as though a small weight had been lifted off your shoulders. Of course you still missed him more than anything, but being able to give him a grave had made you feel like he had at least been put to rest.

You were so lost in your memories of Jeno and the events of that day that you almost missed the timid knock at your door.

‘Come in?’ You said, rolling over to face the door so that you could see who it was.

The door opened slightly and Donghyuck’s head appeared from behind it. He saw you smile at the sight of him and came into your room fully. He shut the door behind him but didn't move from his position there.

‘Are you okay Hyuck?’ You asked, while you watched him fiddle with a loose strand on his t-shirt, a nervous habit he’d had since he was a kid.

‘I can’t sleep.’ He stated, still looking at the floor.

‘Nor can I.’ You replied quietly. 

Silence fell over the room for a few seconds, neither of you knowing how to say what you wanted. Eventually Hyuck gained the courage to ask you what he had wanted to for the past few hours.

‘Can I stay here? I haven't gone to sleep without at least being in the same room as you for two weeks and I've slept with you by my side for five days and, I don’t think I can sleep without you there.’

You were rendered speechless by his honesty, so you simply just nodded and moved over to make room for him. He climbed in next to you and lay on his side so that he could look at you.

‘Do you want me to sing?’ You asked quietly, but he shook his head.

‘I just want to be close to you.’ He whispered, not breaking eye contact for half a second. You could see that he was deadly serious and you lifted up a hand to softly move a piece of hair out oh his face. ‘Is that okay?’ He seemed almost nervous about your answer.

You nodded and he opened up his arms for you. You moved into his chest as far as you could and he wrapped his arms around your body. You moved one arm so that you were holding his waist and gently stroked his face with the other. He had one hand on your back and another petting your hair. After all of this, his eyes found yours again, his stare making you weak. You were sure that if you were standing right now, your knees would be wobbling. You wanted to look away out of embarrassment but you couldn't bring yourself to break his gaze. It was an expression that you had never seen on him before, some kind of mix between admiration, love and fear. He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead closing his eyes as he did so. You couldn't help the burst of love that blossomed throughout your chest. And wrapped around each other like that, you both drifted off to sleep, whispering words so quiet that you almost missed them.

‘Please never leave me...’

‘I promise.’

---

You kept your breathing steady and in time with your fast paces as you ran alongside San through the woods. It had been a month since you had arrived at the base, and you were now fully settled in your new job as a raider. Your boys were nervous about letting you go out but, you and San had a good dynamic between the two of you and at least they knew he would protect you. And, at the end of the day, they knew it was your choice. The group was also in desperate need of a second raider after Hyunjin had sprained his ankle on his last run.

Mark was working closely with Chan and Hongjoon and together they were working on rewiring the security cameras and defence machinery. Mark’s experience with his home security and the time he spent interning for his father really came in useful here. Jaemin helped out with Seonghwa in the kitchen at times and also worked with Seungmin in the medical office. Chenle was immediately chosen by Jongho to join the warriors, due to his impeccable aim with a gun, and was also working on training Donghyuck. In the meantime Donghyuck also worked in the field alongside Jisung. Renjun and Yeosang worked together in the lab, studying HD and its properties and were looking into any possible cures or preventions. They were working hard but couldn't seem to get anywhere, the virus made no sense. 

You visited Jeno everyday, sometimes with the other boys, sometimes alone, but gradually, you were beginning to cry less and move on. You had learnt that moving on didn't mean forgetting, it just meant accepting what had happened. Jeno became the motivation for your group, the same way, you assumed, that Wooyoung and Jeong-in were the motivation for the other boys. Hyuck also still slept with you every night. You two would alternate who’s room you slept in and it had reached the point where the boys would be worried if you ever spent a night apart. Your feelings for the sunshine boy grew more and more everyday, and you were terrified at what you would do if something ever happened to him.

You loved your job as a raider. Of course you were terrified every time you left the safety of the compound, but, you loved the freedom that came with the quick run to the local town. You only ever came here if you needed a small amount of supplies, taking cars to a larger city further away for when you needed a larger amount of loot.

You had only needed to grab some more pain medicine for Hyunjin’s foot, a job that probably only needed one of you, but, for safety reasons, you never left the base alone. You were approaching the exit of the woods and you knew you would soon see the walls of the army base appear from beyond the trees.

Suddenly San skidded to a stop, putting out a hand to stop you as well. You quickly tried to stop yourself, holding on to his arm to keep your balance and looked in the direction he was pointing. 

In front of you were five zombies, all shot dead, you assumed thanks to Jongho and Chenle. But you couldn't tell why San was looking at them so strangely. His head was tilted slightly to the side, a habit of his that you had learnt means that there something he can’t quite figure out.

‘What’s wrong? Aren’t they Chenle’s and Jongho’s kills?’ You asked, breaking the silence that was only previously disrupted by your deep breaths.

‘Yeah they are, but something’s just confusing me about them.’ He replied, his eyes never leaving the bodies in front of him. 

‘What is it?’ You moved out from behind him slightly to get a better look at the figures on the ground.

‘Well, it’s just- the differences between them. Why do some have a greyer tint to their skin, and others have dark veins and some have both and look here!’ He pointed to two various wounds on the zombies corpses. ‘This one has red blood, and this one black. Something’s just a bit weird about it.’

You thought for a minute, realising San was right. Then suddenly, you remembered something that Donghyuck had said when you were escaping the school.

‘Donghyuck once mentioned that it could possibly be a sign of who was bitten and who was infected. Maybe it’s that?’

San nodded in agreement.

‘You’re probably right. But then what’s the third? There’s three different kinds here.’

You looked once again at the bodies and realised that he was right. You meant down to the zombie with black blood, something you had never seen before today, and gently went to roll up his sleeve. As you did, you exposed long, deep scratch wounds up his arms.

You stepped back in shock, San quickly coming around to be next to you. 

‘I guess you can get turned by scratch now.’ You mumbled. You couldn't help but quickly roll up your trouser leg and check your ankle. You let out a deep sigh of relief when you saw nothing wrong. The injury was so small that it hadn't even scarred.

San nodded, before turning to you in a slight panic.

‘We need to tell Renjun and Yeosang! They need to hear about this. They may even want to see the body.’

‘Oh god, you're right. Let’s go.’

You ran the final stretch back up to the base, quickly lifting up your right hand to signal to Chan through the cameras that you were unharmed. The signals were an idea of yours that you were quite proud of, allowing those inside to be aware if something was wrong without needing to open the gates and potentially put everyone in danger. If you lifted up your right hand, you were both unharmed, if you lifted up your left, one of you was injured but not because of a zombie, if you waved one hand then it signified that one of you had been bitten and, finally, if you waved both hands then one of you had been left behind.

The doors quickly opened and you both ran inside, San and you heading straight to Yeosang and Renjun’s lab. As San had predicted, they wanted to see the body so San, along with Jongho and Seungmin, took them back to it, while you headed to the medical wing to bring Jaemin some more medication for Hyunjin.

---

You knocked on the outside of the door, hearing a faint ‘Come in!’ shortly after. You poked your head around the door with a smile and saw Jaemin’s face light up at the sight of you. You and Jaemin had become increasingly closer over the past month, relying on each other more than you did before and turning to the other for advice more often than not. He was also the only one who you had told about your feelings for Donghyuck. He was calm and kind while listening and never judged you for being too scared to admit how you were really feeling.

‘Hey!’ You greeted, taking off your backpack.

‘Y/n! How was your run?’ He asked, quickly standing to get you a glass of water.

‘Good. It’s nice to be running somewhere other than the grounds. As crazy as it sounds, cause, you know, we’re in a literal zombie apocalypse, I really like being outside these walls.’ You took the glass with a grateful smile, taking three large gulps before putting the, now half empty, glass back down.

‘Nah, I think it makes sense. I mean, as safe as it is here, walls can get quite restricting so I guess it feels like bit of freedom. As terrifying as it may be.’ He laughed the last bit, making you giggle as well.

‘It does get rather tense.’ You opened your back and pulled out the pills. ‘Here you go, I hope this is what you were looking for.’

‘Perfect!’ Jaemin almost screamed, making you jump before laughing again. Your laughter soon died away however, leaving you to just look at the boy in front of you, suddenly remembering all that he had done for you.

Jaemin soon noticed your stare and asked a gentle:

‘Hey, is everything ok?’

‘Yeah, everything’s fine. I just..’ You trailed off, unsure how to begin.

‘What's wrong?’ He asked, stepping forward and placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. ‘You can tell me anything’

‘I know, I just... I realised I never thanked you.’ You confessed.

‘Huh?’ Jaemin raised an eyebrow, looking genuinely confused at what you had just admitted

‘I never thanked you. For everything you did. For me, for Haechan, for Renjun, for Jeno, you saved our lives. I know that no amount of words or actions can make up for everything you have done but-’

‘Y/n...’ He cut you off

‘Wait. Please just let me finish. I really need to say this’ He nodded and let you continue.

‘Thank you for getting us out of that gym. Thank you for calming me down after my panic attack. Thank you for not judging me when I killed that girl. Thank you for not losing faith in me after my scratch. Thank you for convincing Mark, Jisung and Chenle to trust me. Thank you for coming with me to see my parents. Thank you for saving me when I was there. Thank you for looking after us when we lost Jeno. Thank you for keeping everything together when we were falling apart. Thank you for getting us here. Thank you for everything.’

By this point, Jaemin had stepped even closer to you and you just hugged him. You hadn’t hugged him since the trip to your parents but, this time it was different. It wasn't you completely breaking down while he shook in sheer panic. It was everything over the past month and a half, all the emotion, all the loss, all the unsaid words exploded in this hug and you never wanted to let go.

You stayed like that for God knows how long before finally stepping away from each other slightly.

‘You don’t need to thank me for anything. Just stay alive. That’s thanks enough.’ He quietly murmured, making your hands around his waist tighten slightly at his words.

You stepped away from each other fully as you heard fast footsteps approaching the medical office and the door swung open to reveal San along with Chan and Hongjoon. 

‘Everything okay?’ You asked.

‘Sorry to do this to you, we know you two must be tired, but we are gonna need you to make one final trip for us today.’ Chan looked at you apologetically.

‘Where to?’ You asked, reaching for the rest of your water to hydrate yourself.

‘The medical store you were just at. Yeosang and Renjun are looking at the different bodies and thought that they may be able to conduct some tests, but they need some alcohol.’

San spoke up from behind the two leaders. 

‘I remember seeing some in a glass bottle when you were grabbing what we needed for Hyunjin. It was that clear liquid.’

You nodded as a look of realisation coming over your face as you remembered San pointing it out to you.

‘Yeah, I know exactly where you mean.’

Hongjoon nodded at your words before speaking up as well.

‘Again, we are so sorry to send you out again, but you guys know the area better than anyone and since you know where it is in the shop, it seems smartest to let you go.’

‘No, no, don’t worry about it. It’s our job.’ You reassured them. ‘Let’s go in ten?’ You directed at San who nodded in response.

You made a quick trip to the loo, having learnt the hard way on one of your first runs that, running when you are desperate is a really bad idea. You also refilled your water bottle, grabbed a cleaner pair of running shoes and emptied your backpack of things you wouldn't need. You were just leaving you room when Donghyuck appeared out of his.

‘Are you going out again?’ He asked, furrowing his brow at your outfit.

‘Yeah. We need to grab something else from the shop that San and I went to earlier to help Renjun and Yeosang. Shouldn't take that long.’ You explained.

‘Please be careful. I hate watching you go out there.’ He looked at you, fear evident on his face.

‘I’ll be fine, don’t worry. Have I ever not come back to you?’ You asked with a smile.

‘Yeah well, don’t start now. Just be careful.’ 

You stepped forwards and gave him a quick hug goodbye.

‘I will.’ You promised as you went to meet San.

---

You knelt down next to some of the shelves of the pharmacy, filling up San’s backpack. At the last moment you had decided to only take one, not really needing two for such a small trip. You grabbed a few bottles, just to make sure you had enough, and stood up and nodded at San. He nodded back and you two turned around to leave.

You had checked this entire place upon you arrival for zombies and had found nothing, so when you two heard the signature blood chilling groan that signified the presence of the undead, you both stopped in your tracks. You shared a quick frightened look before grabbing your weapons and moving closer together.

You listened carefully for any other sounds, hoping that you would be able to slip out of the shop unnoticed.

You had no such luck.

Shuffling footsteps and groans suddenly started multiplying and you could tell from the sheer volume of noise that you and San were vastly outnumbered. San grabbed your arm and pulled you behind one of the display cases.

‘Okay, here’s what we are going to do. We need to bust open that window at the back of the store and climb out of there. Once you are out, run for the base like you have never run before. We know from previous experience that we can outrun them so don’t turn around to shoot unless you have to. It will just slow you down.’ San’s voice was shaking as he explained his impromptu plan.

‘Okay, but what's wrong with the door? It gives us a clear path to the base and is closer than that window.’ You asked. San simply turned your head so that you caught the reflection of the door in a nearby mirror.

You counted at least twenty five zombies starting to flood the store, making your panic only increase when you thought of how many more must be on the street.

‘Since when did they start travelling in packs?’ You whisper-shouted at San who shrugged his shoulders in response. His eyes were wide and full of fear and you had never seen this expression on him before. ‘Hey, don't panic on me now. We got this.’

San nodded, a flicker of determination flashed across his face and he gripped his gun tightly.

‘You fire at the window and break it, I’ll fire in the opposite direction, hopefully mine will draw their attention long enough for us to get out.’

San nodded again at your addition to his plan. You counted down from three very quietly and pulled your triggers in sync.

You aimed for a glass display case that crashed down with an echoing smash, also breaking everything inside it. Without wasting anytime, San grabbed your hand and you were running. The store wasn’t by any means huge, but that short run to the window felt like a mile. San had cleverly fire two shots, meaning that a single hit from the but of his gun had caused the entire window to smash. This sound was luckily muffled by a zombie knocking over the neighbouring display case. He stepped over the ledge and held out a hand for you to grab. You hoisted yourself onto the broken window, just as you were noticed by the zombies.

Their groans increased in volume and you leaped down the other side. Without waiting a second, you two took off as fast as you could, slinging your guns onto your backs so that you could run faster. The only problem, however, with escaping out of the window was that the army base was in the opposite direction. That meant that, at some point, you had to pass through the wall of zombies waiting for you.

San was a naturally faster runner than you. He was a few paces ahead of you and was gaining distance, but you could tell he was tiring. So were you. You had ran this distance three times already today, and your legs were burning. Your lungs felt like they couldn't get enough air and even the wind seemed to push hard against you.

But still you didn't stop. You pushed forward as hard as you could, watching as San did the same. But, it still wasn't enough. The zombies were chasing you, running at full speed towards you. They could see you and knew that their food was only a short minute away. San had been right when he said that you could outrun them, but he hadn't taken your exhaustion into account.

‘Keep running!’ San shouted. ‘We can lose them.’

You couldn't. You knew that you couldn't, and you also knew that San knew you couldn't. So you pulled your gun off your back, turned around and began firing. You began to take out a few of the zombies chasing you, hitting head shot after head shot, but San easily heard your gun firing and turned around to see that you had stopped running.

‘Y/N!’ He screamed, preparing to run back and get you.

‘Go! Don’t be an idiot, just go! I’ll distract them and meet you back at the base.’ You yelled back, jogging backwards slightly and praying that he would just do as he was told. ‘San, that alcohol may change all of this, I am begging you, just go!’

So he did.

---

San turned on his heel and ran for his life towards the approaching walls. He spared one last look over his shoulder and saw you disappear into the woods, an entire army of the undead following you. The picture reminded him so much of Wooyoung that his adrenaline spiked and he ran faster than he ever had before. He approached the cameras, waving both arms above his head wildly, signally that one of you was in trouble, and, when the gates finally opened, he saw your friends there, asking where you were.

‘Attack- too many- she- distraction- help-’ San managed to get out through his gasps for air, but it was enough. It took a total of thirty seconds for all six boys to be geared up and running out of the door, screaming out your name.

San ran back with them. He had already lost one friend to a death like this, he would be damned if he lost another. San ran next to Donghyuck, hearing the boys panicked words fall out of his mouth:

‘Don’t start now. Please. Don’t stop coming back to me now.’

San led the boys to the last place where he had seen you and the boys all stopped and looked at him.

It was silent.

‘Where is she?’ Donghyuck turned to San, his face a picture of pure rage and fear. ‘Huh? Where is she!’ He stepped forward towards him and San instinctively stepped back out of fear. He had never been afraid of Donghyuck at all, the boy seemed like sunshine personified, but when it came to you, all his emotions were heightened and, at this moment, San was convinced that Donghyuck was about to hit him. Suddenly a timid voice cut through the tense atmosphere like a knife.

‘Hyuck?’

And stood there, holding nothing, their clothes torn at the shoulder to reveal a large bite mark, was you.

---

‘Hyuck?’ You whimpered, the pain in your shoulder being almost unbearable.

‘Y/n... no...’ Hyuck whispered, his body almost deflating at the sight of you.

You looked around at the boys in front of you, all of them staring at you with such disbelief and dread in their eyes.

‘They only bit me once, then- then they left. It’s like they know that’s all it takes, as if they want to turn not ki- kill.’ You voice started shaking slightly as the reality of the situation began to hit you. ‘I’m so sorry...’

San stared at you, his face full of guilt and pain, making you worried that he blamed himself, so you continued.

‘It’s my fault, I chose this, I’m so sorry... but I- I have to ask you guys to sho-’

‘No!’ Hyuck cut you off. ‘Absolutely not.’

The rest of the boys turned to look at him, Chenle being the one to speak.

‘Hyuck... we have to. I-’ He choked up on his last words, unable to say anymore and turning away from you all so that no one could see him cry.

Mark tried next, also struggling to get any words out.

‘Hyuck, she’ll turn, what would be do then?’

‘But we can’t kill her. We can’t?’

‘We have to-’

‘But it’s her!’ Hyuck shouted, whirling around to face Mark with pure panic in his eyes. ‘She can’t die.’

‘I’m so sorry but it’s the safest option we have.’ Mark was trying as hard as he could to explain to Hyuck why they had to do this, and you just watched. You wanted them to shoot you. You didn't want to become anything that would ever hurt the people you loved, but watching Hyuck panicking like this was making it impossible to ask.

‘I can’t watch her die.’ He whispered to Mark. ‘You know why.’

‘You have to kill me. Please. I don’t want to hurt you.’ Your voice was soft and calm. You knew that this was the right choice and what you wanted, making it easier for you to come to terms with it. On the inside you were terrified, but you couldn't let them see.

You lowered yourself to your knees, partly because it would be easier that way and partly because of the pain in your shoulder and exhaustion in your legs from how much you had run that day.

Renjun stepped forward and lowered himself to your height. You looked up at his tear stained cheeks and smiled slightly.

‘You know this is the right thing to do Junnie. Please...’

He whimpered at your words, leaning forwards and pressing his forehead to yours. You reached towards his leg and pulled out the gun that he strapped there. You held it out to him.

‘Please? One last favour for your best friend?’

Renjun looked at the gun for a minute before taking it out of your hand. Donghyuck threw himself forward to stop him, only to be caught by Mark and San, who held his struggling body back between the two of them.

‘Stop, please, no!’ Donghyuck pleaded as he watched Renjun raise the gun to your head.

You nodded at your longest friend, giving him permission to end your life, but Renjun almost didn't see it. He was crying so hard that his vision was almost entirely blurry. He heard the small voice of the friend that he had loved his entire life and it broke him.

‘Thank you for being my friend.’

He dropped the gun.

‘I can’t do it.’ He cried. ‘You can’t ask me to do it.’

He fell to his knees, Chenle gently moving him away from your kneeling form.

You lifted your eyes and looked around, seeing all the boys avoiding your gaze, refusing to come forwards. Your eyes settled on one in particular, the only one you thought would be able to pull that trigger if you asked him.

‘Jaemin...’ You whispered. ‘Please...’

Watching the scene in front of you was causing you almost more pain and guilt than you had ever felt in your entire life. Jisung and Chenle was sat on either side on Renjun, who was crying out for you, pleading for this to be a dream. Jaemin stepped forwards hesitantly, his hand shaking as he reached fo the pistol on the ground, and Donghyuck... your Donghyuck... The boy who you’ve loved for longer than you’ve known, was on his knees, pushing with all his might to get through the two stronger boys that were holding him back.

Jaemin lifted the gun into the same position that Renjun had held it before. You looked into his kind, brown eyes and whispered a small:

‘Thank you.’

You shut you eyes and waited.

Jaemin just look at you, completely silent, completely prepared. You and him were the only two people who were completely silent. You were at ease with your decision, Jaemin, given the worst task a human could possibly be given, watching with silent tears making their way down his cheeks.

He heard Renjun’s cries as the boy watched from the ground beside you. He heard Chenle and Jisung crying over you before you were gone. But worst of all, he heard Donghyuck. He heard him pleading for Jaemin to spare you, to save you, to do anything but take you away from him, the desperation in his voice clawing its way to Jaemin’s heart. He closed his eyes and blocked all of it out.

Jaemin pulled the trigger.

Your body hit the ground with a soft thud.

Silence.

Donghyuck screamed.

It was a scream of pure anguish and pain that erupted from the boy’s chest. Jaemin had never heard anything like it and the scream itself was enough to bring Jaemin sobbing to his knees. Renjun buried his head into his legs clawing at his hair as he pleaded with himself to wake up from what he hoped was just a bad dream.

Donghyuck finally burst out of Mark and San’s grip and ran towards you. He pulled your limp body into his arms and brushed some stray hair out of your face. He looked at your relaxed face and shut eyes.

‘Y/n?’ He whispered, sounding more broken than Jaemin knew was possible. ‘Y/n? Please, no please! You promised me! You promised!’

It was at this point that he lost it completely, burying his head in your shoulder and sobbing that he couldn’t lose you too.

‘No! Come on, you promised! You promised me- you promised. Please wake up. Wake up!’

His voice lowered to another whisper, the final sentence he uttered tearing out the hearts of every boy present.

‘Please don’t leave me.’

---

Donghyuck carried you all the way back. He stumbled every so often, but refused to put your body down. The gates opened quickly upon their return and, when the boys registered that it was your body in his arms, they rushed forward to help.

But Donghyuck refused. You were his y/n. He was going to carry you. He was going to take care of you. He was going to bury you.

He carried your body all the way to the mausoleum, and sat on the bench with you in his lap, with Renjun and Jaemin on either side of him as San carved your name into the wall. San had been taken aback when Donghyuck asked him to be the one to carve it, but, Hyuck knew that San and you had become good friends when you were here and, even in his mind numbing grief, he knew that San must be hurting.

He lifted you up and walked out towards the field, only accepting help from the others to lower you into your grave. He watched helplessly as the rock pile, marking your last resting place was made, Mark handing him the final rock. Donghyuck placed the stone on top, along with a small bunch of wildflowers. They were identical to the ones you had placed by Jeno’s grave the day before.

Donghyuck sat down, and cried. He let himself cry for everything he had lost, for every promise he had made to you that he had broken. He cried for all the missed opportunities, all the times he should have kissed you but didn't, all the times he should have told you how he felt, but didn't. Maybe if he did, you wouldn't have gone on that last raid. Maybe you would still be safe. Maybe you would still be alive. Maybe you would still be with him.

There were too many what ifs. Too many things he could have done differently that may have ended up with you still being alive. But he didn't do them. And you were dead. It was too late. Too late for Donghyuck to tell you how he felt, too late to kiss you, to late to tell you he loved you.

And that was how the boys eventually left him. All going inside one by one, until there was only Donghyuck left. Sitting alone at two graves. One of his best friend and one of the girl he loved.

---

You awoke with a start. Shooting straight up into a sitting position, your body still running partially on the adrenaline you had felt the moments before you died. Your thoughts were running at a mile a minute and you couldn't seem to figure anything out. Was this all just a dream? But it couldn't have been. You remember it too clearly. You remember the feeling of that zombie sinking its teeth into your shoulder. You remember pleading with the boys to shoot you. You remember Jaemin pulling the trigger.

You couldn't seem to sort your thoughts out, so you took a look around the room you were in. You took in the monochrome white walls all around you, the bed you were lying on and the machines that were monitoring various aspects of your body, including heart rate and blood pressure. You noticed a drip attached to your arms and suddenly panicked. What if this wasn't meant to help you? What if it was the virus? You went to pull it out of your arm when the door to your room burst open.

A figure shot in and ran towards you at full speed, wrapping their arms around your torso. They had moved so fast and you were starting to feel slightly woozy, having woken up with such a start, so you couldn’t see their face enough to recognise who it was. But the second they hugged you, and you took in their scent, you wrapped your arms around their neck and squeezed as tight as you could.

You had Jeno back.

You had no clue how Jeno had come back to you. Maybe you were dead? Maybe this was some kind of afterlife? You didn't care if this was reality or not, you had him back. And you just listened while he thanked every deity known to man for bringing you back to him. Due to your confused and slightly foggy state, most of what he said went completely over your head, but one sentence struck you right to your core. One sentence that would change life as you know it, forever.

‘You’re finally out of the simulation.’

[luna-moon-26-20]

Foxhole Force EXTRA SCENE!

(TW for mentions of past drugging. Nothing much though)

Episode 5.5: Is that even legal?

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Half way through their morning shift, Andrew walked past him in the hallway that held the locker rooms. He called Neil's attention with a quick look and mumbled the words as he passed him.

"Meet me at the command centre at midnight"

Neil watched his retreating back as he asked. "Why?"

But the blond didn't answer. Neil frowned and pushed his cart forward. Andrew was certainly a cryptic one.

The past week at the youth centre had been a surprisingly quiet one, meaning he hadn't had to run off to save the city in a bright spandex suit, so Coach had made him focus on his training. Was Andrew supposed to give him another lesson? Neil gulped at the thought.

By now he already knew Coach had never tasked Andrew with the fake fighting lesson, that drugging him for his secrets had been all Andrew's idea and he'd just fallen for it like a fool, but at least he could admit that, even if the lesson had been an excuse, he'd picked up some useful pointers on how to fight unmorphed. Neil thought it was too bad he hadn't gotten the chance to try out the moves Andrew had taught him, but then again it was also a good thing he hadn't found himself in a tough situation unmorphed. Maybe if he asked Andrew... Nah, he would never agree. He would have to settle with Renee's lessons, not that they weren't useful, but it would’ve been good to test his new skills on someone else.

Neil shrugged. Maybe Andrew had decided to give him a new lesson all on his own. Why else would he have said to meet him at midnight? He was probably trying to avoid the others getting on his case about it. The rest of the foxes were never too lenient on him to begin with, not that he seemed to care, but ever since the fake training lesson situation they'd been more than hostile with him, specially if they caught them together, something that was a little difficult to avoid given that they had the same job. Neil didn't really understand why everyone else was so protective of him, mainly Allison, Matt and Dan. It's not like getting drugged is the worst thing that's ever happened to him, but he guessed the others didn't know that so... yeah, maybe Andrew wanted to give him another fighting lesson and was just avoiding the inconvenience that was everyone else knowing about it.

So when the time came and midnight rolled around, Neil put on some sweats and a t-shirt telling Matt, who had been nodding off on the couch in front of the tv, that he was going for a run.

If he was going to spend the next hour or so sparring, then running at least gave him an excuse to come back sweaty if anyone happened to see him.

When he reached the floor below, turns out that was not what the blond had in mind at all.

"Going somewhere?" the blond asked, seeing as Neil had jogged down the stairs in an effort to warm up some. Andrew himself was dressed comfortably in a dark pair of sweats and a short sleeved gray t-shirt. If anything, he looked like he could go to sleep in those clothes as soon as they were done doing whatever they were supposed to do. Now that he thought about it, it was the first time he saw the other boy wearing something other than long sleeves. There was a pair of black armbands covering from his wrists to his elbows on either arm, but Neil refrained from asking about them, mainly because Andrew kept looking expectantly at him for an answer.

"Umm..."

"Sit down" Andrew ordered and motioned to the main desk of the command centre, the one Dan always used. The blond rolled another chair closer to him.

"This is Dan's computer" Neil stated, hoping for an explanation.

"I am aware" an explanation that he didn't get.

"So what are we doing?"

Andrew pinned him with an assessing look before focusing his attention on the screen. "Looking for your mother in a smarter way"

The sudden mention of his mother had him stunned enough to let slide the jab about his last plan being stupid. Instead of that, he simply accepted Andrew's reply and nodded, taking his eyes off the blond and fixing them on the screen as well.

"How exactly are we doing that?"

"What's your mother's name?" Neil was caught off guard once again and he forced himself to meet the blond's eyes when Andrew stared unimpressed at him again. "You can at least tell me that if I'm going to help you find her"

The redhead gulped. "It's not that. It's... she's had so many names I wouldn't know which one to give you"

Andrew's gaze didn't waver. "Have you had many names?"

Neil took a minute before answering, avoiding Andrew's question completely.

"Try Annaleigh Peterson" but when the blond didn't move, Neil let out a huff. "What? It's not your turn to ask"

"You haven't used yours"

"Which still means it's not your turn to ask"

They stared unflinchingly at each other for a few seconds before Neil sighed, rolled his eyes and turned back to the screen.

"So what are you gonna do?"

To his credit, Andrew went back to business as well. "Cross reference every name you can give me with hospitals or police reports. Dan's network has access to many databases"

As he talked, Andrew typed in the name Annaleigh Peterson and a series of algorithms appeared on screen. The search was officially ongoing.

"Is that even legal?" Neil asked.

"Do you care?" fair enough. Neil shrugged.

"Not really"

As expected, the search turned up empty. The few Annaleigh Peterson's that popped up just didn't match the mental picture he had of his mother.

"Give me another name"

And so Neil did.

"She wouldn't have gone to a hospital"

"Animal clinic?"

"Uh-uh"

"Let's try another name"

It went on like this for some time. Andrew asked a name, typed it in and they watched as every coincidence ended in a disappointing result.

"You see why I went looking for her on the streets? She would never go to a hospital, she'd stay away from the news and she wouldn't have gotten caught by the police"

"You make her sound like a ghost”

Neil sighed and leaned back on the chair. "That's what she taught me to be too"

Neil didn't see him, but he could almost picture the arched eyebrow Andrew most definitely sent his way. Neil thought he was being a bit dramatic too. But hey, it was past midnight and this was sensitive subject for him, so he cut himself some slack.

After another beat, Andrew spoke again. "I'm assuming we haven't tried her real name"

Neil's eyes widened marginally. "God, no. She would never..."

"Are you sure you're not telling me because I might find out who your father is through her?"

"What?" Neil's heart rate spiked at the words. "No, no. She just... she would never use that name. Ever. It's not that I... I mean, I told you I don't want you to—"

"Relax. I won't"

When Andrew went back to the search, Neil let out an inaudible breath and straightened himself on the chair. Andrew had promised he wouldn't ask about his father and though it was too soon to tell, so far the other boy had kept his word. No, Andrew wouldn't ask. Neil had to believe that.

"What are you doing now?" Neil asked, seeing as Andrew began typing again.

"Searching for Jane Does"

Neil stuttered on his next breath. "Why?"

"You've been assuming she's alive. What if she's not?"

"She's not dead"

"How would you know?"

"I..."

"It's worth a shot" Andrew said with an indifferent shrug, as if he hadn't just come up with the idea of his mother being dead at all. But Neil refused to believe it. He refused to believe that after all this time, after everything he'd done to find her, she would just be dead at the end of the road. Still, he found himself at the edge of his seat, leaning closer to the screen as Andrew went through all the Palmetto Police reports about a Jane Doe.

"Do you recognize any of them?"

Neil was nauseated enough he could only shake his head no.

"Well, this was productive" Andrew said with what Neil assumed was sarcasm but he couldn't be entirely sure. The blond closed every tab on the screen and opened a new one. "Time to try it your way"

"What do you mean?"

"You went door to door hoping to find people who could forge documents. I'm gonna find them through the police records, make a list and then we can see about paying them a visit. Quietly, not with the ruckus you made last time"

Neil's cheeks burnt hot with embarrassment but he stayed silent as Andrew worked on what was probably more illegal hacking. "How do you know how to do that?"

The blond didn't take his eyes off the screen as he answered. "I'm smart"

Neil couldn't really deny that but he decided to snort out of principle.

"There. That's as much as we can do from here tonight" he said after a while and Neil glanced at the time at the bottom of the screen to realize it was already 1:20 a.m.

"Right. We should probably go upstairs. We have work in the morning" Neil got up from the chair and stretched his stiff back until he heard a satisfying pop. "So when are we hitting these places?"

For some reason, Andrew glared at him as if he'd personally offended him with that question. Sometimes it was easy to forget that Andrew probably didn't like him very much and that he was helping him look for his mother out of a sense of obligation more than anything. It was easy to forget because the blond could go from drugging him and wanting to figure him out to ignoring him for days on end in the span of mere days. As always, dealing with Andrew Minyard was an unpredictable affair.

"I'll let you know" he said and Neil shrugged in acknowledgement before heading back upstairs. Andrew didn't inmediately follow but Neil didn't think much about that.

When he reached his apartment at the end of the hall, he crept silently back to his room. He didn't know when he'd go out again to search for his mother but, no matter when, at least there was something he could agree with Andrew on: he needed to go about it more quietly than before. He couldn't let his impatience and desperation get to him again or he risked leaving a trail behind him for his father's people to pick up. If doing that meant following Andrew's lead for a while, then it was a compromise he was willing to make.

He also refused to believe his mother was dead, there was just no way. His mother was strong and she was smart. She would have found a way to survive and she was probably out there looking for him right now. Yes. She must be. He was sure.

Neil sighed and got ready for bed. Whatever happened at least he knew he wasn't alone anymore and that was more than he had three weeks ago when he'd arrived to the city of Palmetto.

A warm hum spread on his chest all the way up to his mind and Neil smiled softly up at the ceiling. The Red Fox agreed with him.

He wasn't alone.

Not anymore.

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So this ended up being a bit longer than anticipated but I thought you guys wouldn’t mind so... there.

I’m working on Episode 6 as we speak so hopefully I’ll post a preview soon 😇

[lilatreus]

All of my thoughts on Assassin’s Creed Valhalla!

Of course there are major spoilers for the game and ending. I know it’s been out for like three months now but you never know so I’m putting it all under the cut. And yes this is pretty long. A summary is at the end of the entire text.

also pls don’t send me hate like y’all did for what I said about odyssey literally these are just my opinions on the game if u dont care for them pls just skip I have a lot to say about it and there is actually quite a few things that I really enjoyed when playing the game and if u do read it pls don’t hesitate to shoot me messages and talk to me about the game bc I really enjoy the franchise and I need some more people to talk to in this fandom.

What I enjoyed about the game!!

The blending in with the monks/prayers in the streets to get pass the guards!!!!! Dude!!!!! I know it’s like a really small detail but it just made me so happy because it reminded me of when you had to do that in the first assassin’s creed game. It’s a nice touch of nostalgia and really liked it.

The “glitches” (while some were annoying) I’m super super happy that they were kind of bringing back the glyphs from assassins creed two. I loved doing them because I loved trying to get the little movie. It was really nice of them to bring that back so we can get another little movie like the one from AC2 again.

I think we can all agree: Hytham was a great character. I wish he was more involved in the story than already but that’s just me. I really liked his character so much he’s my favorite from the game.

Desmond having some Easter eggs and basically coming back into the series again was great. It was also a nice touch to see the vault from assassins creed three (the place where des dies). It really makes me miss connor and his band of assassins. I miss assassins creed three :( I want more about Connor please put out some more comics with him in it or some easter eggs please I’m begging you. Also fuck u haytham kenway I hate u.

Shaun and Rebecca being back and now it’s canon that they’re together is fucking awesome. I’m actually really happy about that and I missed them so much. I’m glad they’re in the story again. (Rebecca dude I was so worried that she died like no fucking joke I was so upset I thought syndicate really killed her off).

The game itself actually did very well keeping with the lore we were given from assassins creed origins and was actually doing pretty well trying to connect it to the first assassin game.

Speaking of lore I do think they did the best they could to expand upon the not so well liked lore from odyssey and try and fix it but also it did feel a little confusing but I guess that’s just because i didn’t finish the Asgard missions yet so who knows.

The scenery was very very beautiful and I throughly enjoyed walking around and just admiring the view no matter where I was on the map.

Reda just becoming immortal is so funny and the fact that he was just sitting there telling stories about Aya and Bayek.. please my heart. I love them so so much. The letter Bayek wrote??? Soulmates I’m telling you.

Also I did like that they fixed their plot hole for why Bayek and Aya aren’t known for anything history wise in the story (or mainly why Bayek isn’t in the assassin’s history books and Aya, as Amunet, is really the only one written down). I’m very glad that they explained it and I really think I’m just super happy that Bayek was brought back for some easter eggs within the game.

Basim is very handsome and I liked him but I don’t know how to feel about the ending with him. Yes I do love his character and it was super cool to hang around him and do a couple of missions with him but also it felt weird that now you’re technically playing as the bad guy.

Eivor was really cool to play as. I enjoyed running around as them and doing missions. I like the fact that Eivor was basically like “yo you guys [ pointing to the brotherhood ] are fucking crazy but you guys [ pointing to the templars/order of ancients ] are really fucking crazy and weird.” I really loved basically being an assassin and using the hidden blade again. (Yeah I know they technically aren’t an assassin but yknow just an honorary one).

The Canterbury Tales!! The fucking pardoner’s tale!! That was super cool to do I loved those stories and being able to do them in the game made me super happy. I know it doesn’t actually fit the timeline given it wasnt written until like centuries after the game took place but I just thought that side mission was neat!

Fulke was a very cool templar and I thought her character was really really interesting. I wish they did more with her honestly.

What I didn’t like about the game:

So! Speaking of templars! Boy oh boy I have a lot to say for that subject. So for “the order of ancients”:

— I think my biggest problem with this game (as well as odyssey) is that the templars (“OOA”) aren’t actually important to the game anymore. They’re barely in the story now like out of all 20 or so people you have to kill within their order only like 5 or 6 are actually important to the storyline and that’s my biggest problem with it, because now killing the templars is just like a “well since you’re in the area you can kill this dude” and I really hate it. I truly believe that’s why I didn’t like odyssey that much solely bc they made doing the most core part of the video game series a damn side mission and that also goes for Valhalla.

— Also so many of the templar stories, like scenes we get after you kill them, were just so bland. They don’t make them like they used to and that’s another big core part of the series lost.

— They’re straying very far from the main plot of the series and that’s why these last two games didn’t feel anything like an assassin’s creed game. (And you can’t say that “it’s just different because they’re taking place in a time way before the templars were called templars” bc assassins creed origins did very well to changing their game and how they play but also keeping the main goal from previous games: To be an assassin and kill the templars.)

— Also they need to not show us the outline of who the templars are because I could tell who “the father” was as soon as I was able to see the order tab. Please Ubisoft do better.

I know I said this before however the fucking Beowulf mission. My God Did I Hate That. I was really looking forward to the dlc and to see what they did with the story sucked. In Odyssey we got actual Greek monsters and gods and I expected to be given that in Valhalla for the norse deities. And it didn’t happen. (As of right now I can’t comment on the Asgard missions because I haven’t finished them but I’ll probably edit the post and put them in later)

As of right now with the ending and lore shit I’m really kind of indifferent with it. On one hand they are trying to fix the lore that they kind of fucked up in Odyssey by adding more things to explain it better but also that means they added on unnecessary stuff that makes no sense. On the other hand I really hate that Layla is now technically canonically dead because shes now in the grey and basim now has the one thing that would’ve kept her alive. I really wanted them to do more with her like they did with Desmond. I genuinely enjoyed her as a main protagonist and it sucks that she is now dead. Layla deserves so much better honestly!!!!

Also on des: While I don’t want to smack away a fan service gift that includes desmond; it did kind of feel weird that he’s back in the series. Honestly I don’t know how to go about this. I’m super excited that technically desmond is back in a way but on the other hand I wanted them to focus on Layla more and :( Idk man it’s complicated. They have to stop changing the story’s main protagonists Layla deserved to be in more games and hopefully she will be because her “death” felt so cheap. I also wish they explained what happened with her during the year apart from odyssey and Valhalla.

The side missions I have no problem with except for the fact that the little side mission icon just stayed in the place you first show up to to get the mission. I miss the old side mission mechanic bc this new one felt really really confusing and it made me get lost quite a few times.

This one might just be me but I guess they’re expanding more on the gods reincarnating but they’re not focusing on the sages anymore? Like when will Elijah Miles (the newest sage) be shown?? Odyssey fucked up that lore bit but now they’re not even talking about it because any isu god can reincarnate or can take ahold of anyone if they interact with a piece of eden or something. Idk this one little bit is super confusing for me right now and I don’t like that it’s confusing so I will be doing more research on the isu (again) to understand what the fuck is going on with this damn part of the lore.

I know that this is a game where you kill people but this whole game felt so gore-y that I like had to drop it for a bit. Like dude I didn’t really expect that. This one I really feel like is just me. I did not expect to like hear bones breaking when I played it.

The storyline felt kind of all over the place like yes I could understand the big part of the story but also it was all over the fucking place. I just miss the old plot I really do that had a system that was so good it caused several games to follow it’s lead. (I miss AC1 please remaster that damn game)

Also maybe it’s just me but the story felt so slow at the beginning when ur going to England. Literally I hate to say this bc I love this whole series but I was more happy about finally finishing the main storyline than I was while playing the game.

All in all: I did like the game. I did have fun even though some parts were rough. I’m super glad that they got rid/fixed the ship mechanic because I hated every fucking naval battle in assassins creed and that’s something I was worried about doing when I saw that we had longships in the story. The game was enjoyable and it had a lot of great side characters like Hytham, Gunnar, and Yanli. Basim was a treat, though I hope they explain more about him bc I’m going to be honest he’s a bit confusing with this whole loki thing. But yeah this is all I have so far on the game. If you actually read all the way down here comment or like shoot me message to talk about it bc I really really want to talk about the game. Pls pls pls.