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anothers-trash-my-treasure · 4 years ago

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Take It Out On Me

Happy Smutty Saturday! I seem to like writing things revolving around the pandemic lmaoo I'm sorry, I don't want to make that a habit. This is escapism, after all. Anyways, request from god knows how long ago about angry fucking with our fav gremlin boi

Pairing: Merriell Shelton / Reader (Female)

Warnings: 18+. There's some angst, some words exchanged in anger but nothing too crazy. Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it pls don't be dumb) Rough sex, dirty talking, hints of BDSM if you squint, praise kink if you squint.

Word Count: 3K

Tag List: @edteche2 @xmxisxforxmaybe @diasimar @txmel @gloriousdarkangelsworld @paradoxicaltornado @404-not-found-xix

Enjoy!

When the pandemic started, things weren’t so bad. Your job allowed you to simply work from your laptop, you had turned the second bedroom/storage room into a makeshift office and it worked just fine. Merriell, on the other hand, was not so lucky. He had been laid off, and, at first, was incredibly stressed about it. Thankfully though, you made enough money to cover the rent and the government came through with some financial aid that helped Mer pay for the bills. You’d be okay.

In fact, once the financial stresses were taken care of, it was actually kind of nice. You two hadn’t lived together long, but long enough that you had noticed your schedule differences and long enough to know you had missed each other. Gone were the late nights at the shop that left you lonely and missing his touch. Quite the contrary, during the first few months, you had fucked like rabbits. He had taken you in every room of the house like you were christening the damn thing all over again. The kitchen, the living room, the bathroom, hell, he even had you in your ‘office’ at one point. It was fun, being together all the time.

Until it wasn’t.

Eventually, being cooped up in the same goddamn space all the damn time got to both of you. And you loved him dearly but god he was so fucking annoying sometimes. Usually, you could avoid creating tension either by slinking away to your office for a bit or politely asking him to take a walk. But the office door had been a lost cause ever since he fucked you up against it so hard it came right off its hinges and it was raining outside, so he couldn’t leave. You were stuck.

Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad, but the little things that usually didn’t matter had gone unchecked and undiscussed and were beginning to bite at your skin in a way you couldn’t ignore. For you, it had started when you went to the bathroom in the morning, only to discover he had left the toilet seat up and you fell right through. For him it had started when you unconsciously kicked him awake at 6 in the morning on a Saturday. And from there it spiraled. By the time you were ready for coffee, he had drunk the whole pot.

“Thanks for leaving me some.” you had grumbled, and maybe you meant it in good fun, but your sleepy attitude struck a chord, and you knew that because it was met with silence.

So maybe that’s why you didn’t ask him if he wanted some of the eggs you were making for breakfast. And maybe that’s why he decided the be extra loud when he finally made his own breakfast. Pots and pans clanging as he threw them in the sinks, cupboard doors slamming shut and using his fork just a little too violently in a way that set your whole being on edge.

By the end of the day, you had snapped at each other a few times and the tension was so thick that you could barely stand just being next to him. You hated that you were feeling this way, that these stupid lockdowns were driving you away from each other when all you wanted was the opposite. But you couldn’t let go of your anger and annoyance, and it bled through your veins, poisoning any conflict resolution that threatened to act as an antidote to your frustrations.

The last straw came at dinner. He had asked you what you wanted to eat and just the question had you gritting your teeth. So you had replied, telling him that he could make whatever he wanted. That, apparently, was the wrong answer.

“Jesus fucking christ,” he snarled, slamming his hand down onto the kitchen island, “Can you please jus' tell me what the fuck you want?!”

You had done nothing more than glance his way and roll your eyes, not getting a chance to respond before he was launching into a tangent.

“Seriously, what the fuck do ya think I am? Some kinda mind reader?” He asks, one hand gesturing wildly while the other keeps the counter in a white-knuckled grip, “Ya been in this fuckin’ mood all goddamn day and Darlin, I gotta say, ‘m fuckin’ sick of it.”

You bark out a sharp, bitter laugh, “Oh, you’re sick of it?” You stand up from the couch, walking behind it so you can get closer to him, “Like you haven’t been intentionally pissing me off all fucking day.”

His jaw pushes out in annoyance, both hands now gripping the countertop, “I promise you,” and you gotta give the guy credit for trying to regain some composure, “whateva’ I did to make you this goddamn bitchy was not intentional.”

“Oh, so I’m a bitch now?” You counter, folding your arms over your chest.

His eyes close and his chin tucks into his chest, recognizing his mistake but unwilling to apologize for it, “That’s not what I meant.”

“No, no, it’s fine. Tell me.” you insist, stepping closer to him, “Tell me what a bitch I’ve been. Blame all your problems on me. Because that’s just easier, isn’t it?”

It’s not true. You know. He knows it. But right now, all you can focus on is the anger that’s been boiling in the pit of your stomach.

“Y’know what? Maybe this-” he cuts himself off, but his quick gesture between the two of you finishes the rest of his sentence for him. Silence fills the kitchen and now there’s salt added to the wound. Hurt swirls with your anger and you can’t stop yourself from talking even if you tried.

“No, say it.” you encourage bitterly, crossing the line into the kitchen, “Tell me how moving in together was a mistake. Tell me how you can’t fucking stand living with me. Tell me how I’m so bitchy and how sick you are of my shit. Tell me-”

Before you can finish antagonizing him, he’s got you pushed up against the wall, his hands braced on either side of your head. He’s so close to you, you can feel his breath, angry and panting on your skin. You look into his eyes, seeing them hard and cold with his anger but something else lying behind them.

“Shut the fuck up,” he growls, and before you can even begin to be angry about it his lips are on yours and you can’t breathe.

His anger is very apparent, even as he kisses you. It’s rough, bruising, but it’s an outlet for all the negative feelings you’ve been experiencing so you kiss him back just as hard. You reach for him, unsure if you’re working to pull him closer and push him away. It doesn’t really matter though because he doesn’t let you touch him for long. Within seconds both your wrists are taken in one hand and pinned above your head. You fight against his hold, despite knowing it’s futile. In retaliation you bite down hard on his lip, feeling only a little satisfied when he pulls away in shock, his free hand coming up to check for blood. There's not.

You meet his eyes with a defiant smirk. He wants to play dirty? Fine. You can play that way too.

He steps away and for a second you think he’s actually going to walk away. But then-

“Get your ass to the bedroom.”

You almost laugh. If he thinks you’re, in any way, going to be compliant tonight, he’s sadly mistaken. Instead, you cross your arms, falling back to lean against the wall, your eyes never leaving his. He chuckles, an angry smirk crossing his features. He looks away, shaking his head, tongue poking against the side of his cheek in complete disbelief. Before you can think of your next move he’s got you thrown over his shoulder, marching the both of you down the hallway to your shared bedroom. You squirm, trying to push yourself to an angle that would let you fight his grip but it’s no use. By the time you work his hold free, he’s already dropping you on the bed. Although dropping may not be the right word, he all but slams you down, leaving you momentarily breathless.

Even then, he moves quickly. His hands move to his belt, quickly working the clasp back and off so he can slide his jeans off. Despite your anger, you feel heat pool between your legs when the fabric drops to reveal bare skin. It’s nothing new for Merriell, but it never fails to do something to you. He knows it too, a cocky smile gracing his face as he sheds his shirt too. He only lets you look for a second before he’s quickly flipping you onto your stomach. He forces you up onto your knees, hand finding the back of your neck to keep you where he wants you as he climbs onto the mattress behind you.

You put up a bit of a fight, although you’re becoming less and less focused on your anger and frustration and more focused on the feeling on his cock pressing against the back of your jean-clad thigh.

“Always seem to forget how fucking stubborn you are.” He growls into your ear, pressing himself against the line of you body while his free hand starts to unbutton and work off your pants, “Hard headed and difficult.” he continues, biting roughly on your earlobe just to here your intake of breathe and to feel you struggle against his hold, “A fucking brat.” He punctuates the last words by tugging both your jeans and panties down around your thighs roughly. You hiss at the forcefulness of the action, feeling the burn of the fabric against your skin contrasting with cool air against your bare pussy.

You’re completely at his mercy.

His presence is dominating, even though you can’t see him, his hands, one pressing on your neck to keep you still and the other caressing the swell of your ass, let you know exactly who's in charge. You don’t struggle, both of you knowing how much you want him, but you still hold an air of defiance. Your face is turned so you can breathe, but you won’t give him the satisfaction of looking at him. He tries to draw you out, teasing you by dragging his cock against your wetness. He alternates between taking the tip and rubbing it between your folds and fucking the space between your thighs. He knows what it does to you, can see the way you fight the urge to beg by pressing your lips together.

But you don’t fold.

“C’mon baby,” he taunts, venom laced in his words, “I know you want it.” As he talks the hand on your neck slides up into your hair, “Know you want that attitude fucked outta ya,” He tugs your hair roughly, pulling a gasp from your lips and forcing you to look back at him, “All ya gotta do is ask.”

You breathe heavily for a second, eyes locked with his, “Go fuck yourself.”

He growls, shoving your head back down into the mattress and thrusting into you roughly. Your back arches, eyes rolling back in your head as he begins to fuck you, not allowing you even a second to catch your breath. The second he sees bliss cross your features, he’s insufferable.

He laughs against a moan, “Feisty,” he comments, “but the second my dick’s in ya, you’re putty in my hands.”

You’re desperate to prove him wrong. You force your eyes open, locking them with his and pushing back against his thrusts, the headboard already banging against the wall with the force of both your movements.

“Feel’s good doesn’t it?” He asks, free hand coming down on your ass with a sharp smack.

“I’ve had better.” Your voice bounces with each thrust, but you’re determined to keep your composure, despite the pleasure that makes your toes curl.

Another growl rumbles through his chest and he lays another harsh smack to your rear, just to see your body react, “Liar,” he hisses, fingers digging into your skin.

His angle changes ever so slightly so that his cock now drags against your sweet spot with every movement and you can’t force your moan back. His eyes light up, laughing delightedly at the sound, “Had betta’ my ass.” he comments, leaning down to bite roughly on your shoulder, effectively leaving marks all across them, “Ya jus’ can’t help ya’self. You love it. Love the feeling of my cock in you.”

“Who says I’m thinking of you?” You shoot back.

You know it’s not true. Merriell was unlike any lover you had before, you were hopelessly and utterly ruined for anyone else. But that didn’t matter. The comment, however untruthful, hits his possessive streak just like you knew it would. He pulls out of you, flipping you onto your back and nearly ripping the remaining fabric off your body before resuming his brutal pace, this time using your wrists on either side of your head to hold you down. In this position he can ensure that you’re looking at him, leaving no doubt in either of your minds that it’s him that makes you feel like this. Only him.

“Such a fucking brat,” he growls, leaving bite marks all along your skin. By the time you’re done, there won’t be a part of your body that’s not marked by him.

He stops talking for a second, focusing instead on giving you the fucking of your life. He’d never fucked you like this. He’d been possessive, sweet, caring, loving, jealous. But never angry. Not like this. Every ounce of frustration and anger he’d felt was redirected to his hips, the air tense with the hurtful words you’d both said earlier.

“C’mon,” you taunt when he slows for a second, lips turned up in a sneer even as you pant, breathless, “That all you got?”

“Shut the fuck up,” he snarls, hoisting your legs up onto his shoulders, releasing your hands so he can move one to your throat, pressing you into the bed that way instead. It’s hard for you to breathe that way, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it. And if you thought he was fucking you hard before, it’s nothing compared to the way he’s fucking you now.

The new angle allows him to trust deeper into you and your stubborn resolve begins to fade a little. Your hands scramble to latch onto his forearm that holds you down, not trying to push him away but just searching for purchase, for support somewhere you’ve always found it. He’s not faring much better, head rolling back onto his shoulders with a groan as he fucks you. You’re both quickly abandoning your anger in favor of the pleasure that you provide each other.

“Merriell,” you mewl, a peace offering without even realizing it.

His head snaps back to look down at you, eyes sparkling at the sound of your name on his lips for the first time tonight, “There she is,” he pants, leaning down to kiss you, open-mouthed and filthy. It’s still harsh, but the anger behind his motions is nearly gone, “My good girl, huh?”

You don’t even need to nod, to voice your confirmation. It’s not even really a question. You both know you’d come to an unspoken agreement.

“Fuck, baby girl.” he moans against your mouth, slowing his trusts just enough so he can really make you feel the drag of his cock inside you, “Oh, you feel so good.”

You love it when he gets like this. When all he can do is fuck into you and voice his pleasure. It’s a sure sign of surrender.

“Yes,” you gasp, back arching up against his as you feel your pleasure begin to reach its peak, “Merriell, I’m close.”

“Yeah,” he breathes, nodding in agreement, “C’mon, baby I gotcha. Let go for me.”

Your eyes lock with his the second you feel yourself slip over the edge. You see the way his eyes watch you, full of love that he had hidden behind his anger earlier. Your nails dig into his arm and your eyes roll back, unable to help yourself as pleasure courses through your whole body. You think that maybe you're shaking, but you’re completely detached from your conscious, knowing only the bliss he’s brought you.

Your senses come back to you just in time to feel him finish inside of you. His head buries into your neck, muffling his moans against your skin. The hand that had previously held you down now cups the back of your neck, the other gripping the back of your thigh with a grip so tight, you’re sure you’ll wear his fingerprints for a week.

He collapses against you, staying buried in your heat but pulling back enough so he can kiss you passionately. You kiss him back, hands tangling in his hair as your emotions begin to rise. When he pulls back your eyes are wet with unshed tears.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, rubbing your noses together.

He nods, rubbing your noses together affectionately, “Me too,” he says, just as quiet, “Don’t leave.”

It’s a rare moment of sheer vulnerability, much needed after the heightened tensions throughout the past few days. You both knew, on some levels that the words shared earlier were spoken only out of frustration. But there was always that glimmer of doubt that you both felt. For him, it was always that you could find someone better. And for you, it was always the possibility of him growing sick of you.

You shake your head, kissing his softly, lovingly, “Never.”

After a few more moments of holding each other, he pulls out of you but doesn't move much further. He pulls you tight against his chest, kissing the top of your forehead. You bask in the silence for a handful of moments, just listening to each other breathe, finally feeling the tension between the two of you dissipate.

“Next time, can you just please put the seat down?” You murmur against his chest, a teasing tone to your voice.

He barks out a laugh and you grin against his skin at the sound.

Everything was going to be okay.

#merriell shelton #merriell shelton x reader #merriell shelton / reader #snafu #snafu shelton #snafu x reader #rami malek #rami malek smut #rami malek x reader #smut #angst

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karasunology · 4 years ago

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⸙ ˚₊ ➷ NEKOMA WITH A SHY! ANXIOUS AND ASTHMATIC MANAGER ! ❞

✎ . . . hello since your requests are open may i request vbc teams (karasuno, nekoma and shiratorizawa) + shy manager with anxiety and asthma? i rlly am hungry for some team dynamics and your work is amazing so if you may? YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO IT IF YOU DON'T WANT TO DO IT THOUGH!

❝ ― submitted by @ nonnie <3 ❞

-ˏˋ ➶ character(s) ━ nekoma vbc <3

[ trigger warnings ━ none ]

✎ . . . TEAM MANAGER HEADCANONS.

[ other parts coming soon . . . ]

NEKOMA VBC.

➜ after finding out about karasuno having TWO managers now,

➜ like they m u l t i p l i e d ✖➗➕➖

➜ and with taketora's failure of recruiting one,

➜ kuroo was PRACTICALLY BEGGING YOU to be their manager

➜ his reasons being and i quote; “ giving more motivation to the team ” and of course “ to show those bastards the sanctity of nekoma ”

➜ and rooster boi was a determined person, once he sets his mind to something ─ he will do everything to attain it

➜ you knew kuroo ever since you first started first year with him, the both of you quietly competing against each other on your collage preparatory class but soon grew closer to be called friends

➜ but he'd always call you his rival even though it was lowkey one-sided

➜ and after hearing that the club you joined in this year, just for the sake of joining; disbanded, and kuroo was UNASHAMED to ask of you to be the manager of their team

➜ it's been two ever since nekoma had a manager and he was TIRED™ of not having one and it was already his last year playing

➜ you having no other reasons to object, you agreed, but not without asking in a small voice to help you introduce yourself to the team

➜ you were shy to new people ─ hell, even after knowing him for three years you would still get shy around him

➜ and because of that, kuroo was already one step ahead of everything;

➜ talking to the reliable third years ─ kai and yaku, about looking out for you explaining your slight anxiety and asthma problems

➜ homeboy would have a team meeting just to discuss and announce about a new female manager

➜ YAMAMOTO DEAD ASS DROPPED ON HIS KNEES WITH TEARS ON HIS EYES AND PRAISED WHOEVER GAVE HIM THIS OPPORTUNITY

➜ the third years weren't shocked, since kuroo already had a word with them seperately

➜ LEV, BABY BOY WAS ECSTATIC, HE WAS ALWAYS IN FOR THE IDEA OF MEETING SOMEONE NEW

➜ kuroo knew that lev would be ALL UP ON HER FACE if he doesn't do anythibg about it, so he threatened on benching him if he ever does something to scare away this ONE CHANCE of having a real girl manager

➜ fukunaga was curious to say the least, he wondered how it would be like to have a girl manager helping them around since it's always him and yaku

➜ inuoka, being the bubbly boy he is, was excited to have a female manager, since it is his first year in the vbc

➜ kenma was just straight up vibin, he already knew alot about everything he needed to know about you because of kuroo

➜ but still listened as he played with his psp

➜ shibayama and tamahiko were neutral about it honestly, satisfied because their team needed a bit more motivation if they wanted to win nationals

➜ kuroo just wanted to make you feel comfortable and safe with the team

➜ genuinely, the team didn't know how it would honestly flow with actually meeting their manager

➜ scared of scaring her off, they remained uncharacteristically toned down abit right before they meet you

➜ kuroo opened the metal doors to the volleyball gym, while peaking your pretty little head out to see where the members where; you were shocked to see them straightening their backs the second they saw your head peaking out from behind kuroo

➜ it was . . silent, and it was weird since, you've once secretly dropped by on their practices and they were evidently chaotic just by the sounds of their voices which echoed around the gym

➜ your palpitations slowed down a bit as you fully showed yourself to the members before flusteredly bowing at them

“ I HOPE WE CAN GET ALONG ”

➜ it was quiet for a second, before you hear sobbing as you lifted your head up to see yamamoto trying not to cry

“ this, this is my first time having a female manager . . . ” with snot drooling from his nose

➜ being the worried sweet senpai manager you are, you hurriedly took out your unused napkin from your pocket which you packed for the sole purpose of avoiding smoke; offering the napkin to him as it only made him burst into TEARS streaming down his face

➜ like that scene where the third years and second years bursted in tears when kiyoko put up their banner?

➜ yeah that

➜ but it's just taketora LMAOO

➜ before their captain could tell him off, a small laugh came out of you and kuroo just looked at you like

➜ 👁👁

➜ kuroo : ma'AM DID YOU JUST ─

➜ cue kuroo also dying inside because YOU. RARELY. LAUGH.

➜ since you're more on the reserved side

➜ kai and yaku almost had to put their foot down because now you have broken their captain until you spoke out

“ i was honestly anxious when you guys were quiet, since i've never seen you guys as serious whenever i try and drop by to look. ”

➜ in the end of the meeting you've got acquaintaned yourself with shibayama and inouka, though the former seemed a bit flustered.

➜ you've also hold a small conversation with kenma, the both of you kinda clicked right away since both of you were a bit shy aswell. while you listened to lev rambling excitedly, not noticing your slight trembling figure

➜ bECAUSE MANS WAS A WHOLE ASS ONE FOOT TALLER THAN YOU

➜ after meeting them, the team had already attached themselves in your heart

➜ baby girl you are ATTACHED

➜ though it was subtle but you've noticed how the boys really cared about you ─ bruh even coach nekomata since he has noticed that you are a great asset to the team

➜ if not yaku, kai would always remind you of taking your meds for your asthma if you ever have been prescribed one

➜ kenma would always be the first one to notice if you were ever tensed up or your anxiety was acting up

➜ since he's very perceptive and observant

➜ he'd grow a soft spot for you and if he ever sees you stressed, he'd let you borrow his psp

➜ shibayama, inouka, fukunaga and tamahiko would ALWAYS help you carry stuff around because they don't want your asthma to act up or else tHEY WILL ACT UP

➜ fukunaga would always tell you his jokes since now he finally has someone to tell them to whenever he's in the sidelines watching the others play

➜ yamamoto would PROTECT you from any dangers, like literally, mans knew he was done for the day you gave him your napkin 👁👄👁

➜ you're literally one of the first girls he isn't shy to talk to and one of the first girls to not scurry away whenever he's near

➜ as i said, yaku would BE YOUR MOTHER, he'd one step ahead with having extra masks for you on his bag and an extra inhaler he borrowed from you in case you have forgotten yours

➜ LEV, KUROO & YAMAMOTO ARE YOUR BODY GUARDS AND THAT'S ON PERIODT😡💅

➜ period. periodt. periodism. periodic table.

➜ would not let any guy from other teams come your way and bother you while being the good manager you are

➜ and while doing so, shows you off as they are basically saying “ this is the sanctity of nekoma, you bastards wish you were us. ”

➜ these boys CARE FOR YOU like alot and they love it when you reciprocate their love

➜ whenever you surprise them every other day with their favourite snacks despite always being anxious of looking at the eyes of the guy on cash register,

➜ always having their towels and waterbottles ready for them to use after practice

➜ giving them clarity of mind before a match and whenever the non-regulars start to feel insecure

➜ overall, they'd be the sweetest boys of yours that would give and likely to give you the world to you as you would to them😡💝

-ˏˋ playing soleil's tape ˊˎ-

[ 📼 ] . . . i'm crying bubs, y'all had me at 200 last night ?? um okay i didn't even know people like me enought to even follow me 🥺 y'all cute or whateva😳✋ i'm not even DONE WITH MY LOVE LANGUAGE HEADCANONS FOR 100 FOLLOWERS HSJSJDJ but here's a manger headcanons mini series one of my nonnie's requested for to celebrate 200 of you guys !! <33

[ 📼 ] . . . I also know a bit of about asthma because i also had experience with it when i was young, and my little brother still has them while i've already grown out of it.

#haikyuu social media au #haikyuu smau #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #nekoma x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu imagines #hq imagines #kozume kenma x reader #haikyuu requests #kuroo tetsurou imagines #kuroo tetsurou scenarios #haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! headcanons #nekoma manager

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babydollmarauders · 4 years ago

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Hi! I was wondering if you would be interested in taking a request for prompt 15 with Reggie from Julie And The Phantoms? Maybe she can see and hear them all the time and her and Reggie catch feelings for each other and she tells him not to fall in love with her? Of course, he does and he confesses to her and it’s all a angsty because she thinks it won’t work because she’s a lifer and he’s a ghost but then it ends up being fluffy with him focusing really hard to touch her and they smoooooch or whateva? Sorry if this was a lot to ask for.

Fallin’ (Reggie x Reader)

Requested: Yes

Summary: Reggie and his best friend fall in love, but she doesn’t believe they can be together.

Pairing: Reggie x Reader

Prompts: 15. “I told you not to fall in love with me.”

Warnings: Mild language at the end.

A/N: I love writing for Reggie, and my sister sure likes it when I do too, because she gets to read them when I’m done and she always complains there’s not enough Reggie fics (he’s her fave)

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Your earbuds were starting to make your ears ache, but you kept them in for the sole purpose of making sure no one talked to you. You were sitting at the top of the bleachers in the gymnasium for the school assembly, the sound of your favorite band, Why Don’t We, was flowing into your ears as you blocked out the sound of Dirty Candy. You closed your eyes for a second, leaning your head back on the wall behind you, slowly letting your consciousness slip away from you. That is until you felt a nudge on your knee, opening your eyes back up, you realized the assembly was over and everyone was leaving the bleachers. You stood, collecting your backpack before jumping row to row, making your way down the seats. When you finally reached the bottom, you heard a piano playing. You removed your earbuds and looked up to the stage to see Julie Molina, a fellow music program student. You watched as she sang, her voice captivating you, making you push you push through the crowd of students and make it to the front of the stage just in time to see three boys and their instruments appear on the stage. As the schools resident freak, a.k.a. the daughter of a medium, you could already tell that the boys were other worldly. Yet, you couldn’t help staring at the bassist, who obviously caught you as he sent a wink your way. You could feel your cheeks get red, but did you didn’t have much time to dwell on it, as he soon disappeared along with the two others. You shrugged your shoulders and started pushing your way out of the crowd as they all stood entranced by the appearance and disappearance of the band.

“That’s wild. They could see us when we’re playing, but not when the music ended.” You glanced over to see the three boys again, only this time at the side, in front of the stage.

“We should double check.” The bassist ran onto the stairs to the stage, waving his butt around a couple times. “Yeah, I don’t… I don’t think they can see us.”

“I wish I couldn’t see you.” The drummer stated exasperatedly.

“Yeah, me too.” You shook your head to try and get the image out of your mind as the boys heads whipped around too.

“You can see us?!” They questioned, eyes wide.

“Yeah. My mom’s a medium, so she can see and talk to ghosts, I inherited the trait from her.” You explained. “It kinda makes me the school freak because nobody believes me.”

You looked around to see that the gym was empty besides you, the boys, Julie, and her friend Flynn, who looked upset. You watched as she ran out, Julie following after her. You followed after the boys, making your way out of the gym as well, not feeling like going to calculus.

“This is so cool! Having another person be able to see and talk to us. I’m Luke, by the way. And that’s Alex.” The guitarist pointed to the drummer that you related to in the gymnasium. “And that’s Reggie.”

Reggie smiled and waved at you before the boys began to make their own little pyramid, clearly waiting for Julie. You leaned against a column near them, watching as they scared Julie.

“JULIE!” They exclaimed, making her jump a little in fear and scream.

“You! Stop doing that! I’m serious.” She glared at the ghost boys, making Reggie puts his hands up in mock surrender.

“Whoa! This one’s all on you. We were already here. Well actually, we were over there.” He pointed behind them. “And then we came over here.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his stupidity, making Julie’s head snap over to you, finally noticing your presence. Thinking you were laughing at her, she stuttered for an excuse, but shut her mouth as you began to speak.

“Relax.” You told her. “I can see them too. Daughter of a medium, remember?”

“Oh! Right!”

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Its now been around a week, and you and Julie had become fast friends, but you had mostly hung around the boys, them enjoying the company of someone besides Julie that can see and talk to them. You had become closest to Reggie, you and him bonding over your love of things such as Star Wars and your guilty pleasure of country music. He even played you his song ‘Home is Where My Horse is’. You were currently sitting in the studio with Reggie, Alex was currently with his ghost friend Willie, and Luke currently talking to Julie at school, which you were currently skipping. Reggie was complaining to you about Jar Jar Binks.

“Reg, you know I love hanging out with you, but please, I’m begging you, to let it go.” You rolled your eyes at his whining, but still laughing his offended face.

“Awww, I love hanging out with you too.”

“Just don’t fall in love with me.” You winked jokingly, and Reggie laughed but honestly, you weren’t joking. You’re mom had told you before about a time that one of the ghosts she was friends with in her teen years had fallen in love with her and got pissed and refused to stay friends after she told him she couldn’t be with him because he was dead.

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It had been about a month now since you had met the boys and you were currently watching them perform ‘Edge of Great’ at Julie’s garage party. Watching as Julie attempted to ignore Luke to try and shake the crush she had confessed about to you. But, she wasn’t the only lifer in love with a ghost, because you and Reggie had only gotten closer, and honestly you think you may have broken your own rule and fallen in love with him. Your eyes wandered his body, his signature leather jacket conforming to his arms. He caught your eyes on him and sent you a wink, making you roll your eyes and smile, but on the inside, you felt like you had just melted.

Once the performance was over and the boys disappeared, you made your way into the garage, passing Julie as she made conversation with some of the guests.

“On your way to find Reggie?” She assumed as she sent you a suggestive wink and a laugh, to which you just shoved her shoulder.

“Shut up.” You laughed, embarrassed that she knew you so well. You climbed up the ladder in the garage into the above space, as that’s where Reggie had told you he would be after the performance. You spotted the ghost boy sitting on a bean bag, playing around with his bass.

“Hey loser.” You smiled at him, his head snapping up to look at you, his eyes peering into yours.

“Hey freak.” He chuckled out, setting his bass down on the ground next to him, eyeing you as you sat in the bean bag next to him. You watched as his smile dropped and his tone suddenly became serious, which was very unlike your best friend. “(Y/N), I need to tell you something.”

“Of course. You can tell me anything. You know that.” Your eyebrows furrowed together, your smile dropping as well. He seemed like he was struggling to get the words out, and you began to speak at the same time that he finally spit them out. “Are you okay?”

“I’m in love with you.”

“Wait what?!” Your eyes grew wide, your breath hitching in your throat. “Reggie, I told you not to fall in love with me.”

“I know! And I tried not to, but I mean, look at you! You’re beautiful, and you smell good, and we like the same things, and I mean, can you blame me?!” His voice seemed to drown out as he rambled on and on.

“Reggie, you realize that we can’t be together, right? I mean, you’re kind of dead.” Your eyes grew glossy with tears, your voice breaking at the end of your sentence.

“If you don’t love me, just tell me. Please, don’t make excuses.” Your eyes locked with his. You could deal with your feelings when you thought he didn’t return them, but now knowing that he felt the same way made your heart ache.

“Reggie, you don’t understand. I do love you.” You explained. “I’m so in love with you, you can even ask Julie, I confessed this exact thing to her yesterday. But we’re from different worlds, literally. I mean, I’m alive, and you’re dead. It would never work.”

“I can make it work. I can try, for you. We can do this.” He grasped your hand in his and you gasped at the feeling.

“How did you do that?!” Your voice shook, knowing you couldn’t keep your guard up for much longer.

“I focused. Really hard.” He moved his hand to now hold your face. “See? We can make this work. All you have to do is say the word.”

“Okay. We can try. But please, if this doesn’t work, don’t leave me alone. I don’t think I could handle that.” Your voice was as soft as you could possibly make it, knowing that if you tried to speak any louder, it would break again.

“I promise”

His eyes shut slowly and you took that as a sign to close yours as well, his face coming so close to yours that you could feel his minty breath fanning across your lips. Your lips finally collide, locking together and moving in sync. His tongue brushes across your bottom lip, and you part your lips slightly, letting his tongue push past them and gently caress against yours. You explored each others mouths, before pulling away from each other for some much needed air.

“I feel dirty. Like I just watched some weird heterosexual porno.” You heard behind you, and you whipped around to find Alex peeking at you both from the ladder. Watching as he shuddered and jumped down from the ladder. “Gross.”

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aka-irish · 4 years ago

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Apex Legends: The Top Predator Part 3. Voided

Inside of the unknown organization’s Traxler sits alone in the cafeteria, folding a napkin and sliding it across his grey whiskers and lips, cleaning up any crumbs and pieces of the egg salad sandwich he just ate. The hydraulics of large metallic doors can be heard whirring as a set opens and in walks Colonel Braxton with two armed men behind him. “May I?” asks the Colonel as he waves a hand in the direction of the empty seat in front of the sociopathic doctor. “Of course” responds Traxler as he takes a sip of coffee from the paper cup. Braxton takes a seat “get me a cup, will ya?” he nods to one of the soldiers. They nod in return and retreat off to a vending machine for said cup of joe. “You know, doctor, we seem to be doing quite a number on the Legends. In just two missions we have hopefully incapacitated three of them. The big-mouthed brat, the cocky holo-user and that thief of a bitch. All 3 very dangerous and very capable Legends.” The soldier returns with a cup of coffee and hands it to the colonel. “Thank you” as he takes it, gives the steam a blow off the top and proceeds with a small sip. “I believe it is time we start working on the creation of our own legend now. Given the opportunity we always gather more data, but I feel with three of them having undergone the experimentation, the other Legends have caught on to an extent that something is at least...amiss” explains the steely eyed war captain. The doctor nods in agreement. “Very well, Colonel, but I do however expect more research to be done. With more potential Legends being....diminished...in the way they have been, it will make it much harder to stop us when the time arrives, don’t you agree?” asks Traxler. Braxton smiles. “I very much do, Doctor, but time may very well be of the essence sooner rather than later. They are the Legends for a reason” states Braxton as he takes another sip of his coffee.

* Bmp-bmp..bmp-bmp..bmp..bmp........BMP...bmp...BMPBompbmp..bmp* ‘LEMME AT EM’, MATES!! I’m ready to crack some skulls!” yells the spunky Indian girl, almost completely ignoring the fact there is a stethoscope placed firmly against her chest. “Do ya even feel dat?” questions Lifeline, hearing the skipping beats of Rampart’s heart thudding and misfiring inside her ribs. “Of course I feel it! It just makes more angry that someone is trying to kill us!” she states excitedly. Lifeline slides the steth a bit further down the inside of her shirt, partially squishing against the small breasts of her. “Bloody hell, Lifeline, couldn’t ya have warmed it up a bit more first? It’s colder than a polar bear’s nips” she blurts out. “Oh, ya feel dat but you’re heart is literally kickin’ ya ribs” she retorts back. “You get used to the pain” Ramp exclaims as she crosses her arms. Lifeline pulls the stethoscope back and hangs it around her neck. “I’ll tell ya right now, ya at least handling it better than Mirage” (flashback to a scene with Mirage) “OO..AH...IT’S COLD!” Mirage dramatically flails about. “I haven’t even put da steth on ya yet, big baby” Lifeline bluntly states. “Oh..” Mirage stutters in embarrassment *thoom-thmp..thoom..thmp..thoomthoothoom...thmp..thoomthmpthmp...* Lifeline listens to his stuttering yet powerful beats.* (Returns back to P and Lifeline). “Ah, he’s a sissy, but a tough one. He’ll be ok” says Ramp assuredly. “How’s Loba?” she asks. Ajay sighs and puts her arms behind her head. “She’s more worried about us, believe it or not. I don’t think she wants any of us to get hit wit whateva dis is” Lifeline sits down in her chair. Rampart nods. “Welp, I’m off, Doc. Keep in the loop will ya?” She sticks out a fist and Ajay bumps it while giving a slight nod and leaves the room. She opens the door and Loba is out in the hall, waiting. “Loba” greets Rampart. “Rampart” Loba dryly replies, both knowing exactly what the other went through, they dare not push an issue and go on with their day. Loba walks in to the med-room. “How ya feelin, champ?” AJ questions while rocking in her office chair, hands still behind her head. “Better..but some still misfires, I can feel it kick. Like someone is punching me from the inside out, though more of a jab than a haymaker now” she explains. Ajay nods, “Ok, well ya we just gonna do a quick palpation and go on wit cha day. You know da drill” she states to the Brazilian. Loba removes her top and unhooks her porcelain white bra. Her tanned breasts drape down with a hard bounce before settling. AJ presses a hand firmly against her chest, feeling for the beats. *Thoom-thoom..thoom-thoom..thoom..thoom.* She feels the licks and leaps of Loba’s beating organ. “Lay down on your side” Lifeline directs. Loba leans on her left side, chest still poised slightly up. AJ brings her hand down under the heavy left breast, fingers pressing into the Apex. *THOOM* “ach!!” winces Loba from the skip as a large beat thuds against her ribs. AJ feels it kick and wriggle before resetting to a steadier beat, her hand bobbing slightly from the woman’s strong, beating pump. *RRRRR....RRRRR....RRRRR* The room is flooded with a loud wailing sound as an alarm goes off. “Oh no..!” both frantically reply. Loba puts herself back together, drapes the braids behind her while AJ already busts through the door. They, and the other legends meet in the main room of their home as Crypto stands at the center table. “I found something.” The faces of all the Legends slightly tense up.

Crypto drops a hologram disc on the table, it makes a slight twink sound before flashing up two different screens with various shades of neon green and an almost black. “I went back to the incident with Loba during the Apex Games and compared it with the latest one with Mirage and Rampart” he points to the hologram as it shows a small line of dots coming and going from Mirage’s bar, and the arena of the Apex Games. “Is that...a trail” questions Bangalore, the veteran soldier of the group. Crypto nods. “By using my drone, Hack, and the satellite images of the Syndicate from the games, I was able to slide through different frequencies and discover an energy trail of some sort coming and going from the bar and the arena.My thoughts are...a micro-ship.” “Whoa...whoa..whoa..” interrupts Mirage. “A micro-ship?. As in a teenie-tiny ship?” he questions while pinching his index finger and thumb together. “Do we even have those?” He says puzzling. Caustic leans over the table from his seat, coughs and in his stoic dry voice “We have different planets, a Legend that holds a singularity in a small robot, teleporters, and one that walks between dimensions, but shrinking sizes is questionable?” Mirage is stunned “Uhhhh...my bad, please continue” he directs his hand back towards Crypto. “As I was saying...the trail is on a different frequency, but I was able to locate a similar set of trails between the two as they headed towards one location on Talos.” Crypto waves his hand and flips one of the current screens over to a large mountain like region on a desolate area of the planet.”They both converge on this location. Where this is...I don’t know. There is even a lack of satellite coverage, almost like someone doesn’t want it to be found, but Hack managed to uncover it. By tracing the coordinates and logging in the proper coordinates, we can find shadow base if you will, and perhaps take a look around. But who will go?” He asks the room. Loba speaks up “clearly, I would be the best choice. Breaking and entering is my specialty after all. And besides I have a score to settle with whoever is doing this” she declares while placing a hand to her chest, feeling the beats intensify from the recent revelation. “Absolutely not!” both Bangalore and Lifeline yell together. “You aren’t 100% yet, and we aren’t sending you into a completely unknown location where there are these people that can literally cook us from the inside out. I’ll go” says Bangalore. Wraith leans on the table “I should go. If anyone is going to have the easiest time getting in and out of a place it’s me. Void jumping seems like the most practical solution here. No offense to you, Anita.” Bangalore smirks and shrugs. “Fair I guess” she states reluctantly. “But I don’t want Wraith going this alone. She can infiltrate but we need someone on the outside in case things go south. But I also don’t to risk another one of us getting exposed to whatever is doing this” declares Bangalore. “I’ll go” Crypto interjects. I can send in Hack to obtain early enemy locations and also map a blueprint given the chance. I can wait on the outside and provide cover if necessary” he suggests. “Fine with me. Any complains Wraith?” asks Bangalore. “None at all. Alright you two, gear up. We’ll input the coordinates to the jump pods and send you in. Any time you need to be pulled, we do so at point of entry. Understood?” states Bangalore in her commanding and authoritative tone. Both Crypto and Wraith agree before heading off to the teleportation room. Wraith grabs her trademark kunai, an alternator, and a Mozambique shot gun with hammerpoint rounds. Crypto grabs a sentinel bolt-action sniper rifle and his own trademark weapon in the Wingman revolver. The two gather to the teleporter pods where Bangalore stands front and center with Wattson at the helm of the computer. “You both have 2 hours. If I don’t hear from either of you, we rush in and pull you out, no exceptions” she orders. “Understood” both reply in unison.

“Portals ready” states Wattson. Both walk through the energy tunnels and are transported to a desolate area of almost nothing but rock and sand, but in their way is a large crater with a mountain like formation having sunk into it, like a meteor crash landed down. The only way out is up and the only way in is down. A large metal hangar door is visible on the outside. Crypto reaches into the sheathe on his back and tosses out Hack, his drone. The drone unfolds and Crypto sets up his link to see what the drone sees. “I’ll remain in position here" states the expert hacker. “I detect two bodies down there, wait for them to enter and you have your chance” Wraith nods and begins prepping herself to jump down into the hole. She begins her descent and leaps down the edge. Pulling the kunai out, she digs into the side of the hill-like wall and slides down into cavern. As she gets closer, she leaps off and lands behind a couple blocks of containers just outside the entrance, unknown to the soldiers getting ready to open the doors, their attention clearly lost elsewhere. They proceed in “Void jumping” Wraith states to Crypto over their comm-link. The ninja like warrior disappears, almost as if teleporting, before she runs into the entrance to avoid as much detection. Hack flies into the doors soon to follow. Wraith soon reappears inside of the door, having ducked behind a metallic door some large, opened supply bins. Crypto in his position types away at his wrist board. “I’ve successfully entered the mainframe. I’ll keep Hack inside to re-loop their security feed, but don’t take too much. We don’t know how long before they figure out someone is inside their system” he says. “I didn’t plan on it” replies the raven haired warrior as she dips deeper into the base. She follows the voices in her head that guide her, making sure she uses every bit of stealth she can. She ducks behind door frames, supply bins. She enters further into a large corridor and stands just outside the door way, against the wall as a voice warns her about an incoming enemy. A group of 3 heavily armed soldiers walk through the door, clad in their black tactical armor, with black masks and red goggles adorning their faces. She void jumps and in a quick burst of teleporting, she lands hard elbows, chops, and knees to the back of the necks of the soldiers before they even realize what happened, knocking them unconscious. She pats down one of them for a security badge or key of some sort before finding a card. “Ok...where to now” she mutters under her breath before heading down another long corridor of this metallic and militaristic maze of a building. The voices speaking to her, she listens to for the ones that are making the right decisions. Back at the pile of bodies she just left, another soldier making his rounds walks through and sees them. “Security to the bridge...we’ve been breached..I repeat, we have an intruder” he yells over his comm-link. The voice booms over the speakers. “Uh oh..” she drops her words while continuing her navigation of the shadow base. “Crypto..where is that detection from Hack?” she chides over her communication, the voices only getting her so far sometimes. “I’ve had to maintain where he is at, the mainframe has almost a constant rotation of code to stay locked in” he explains. “Dammit” she mutters to herself. “An enemy has a lock on you” one of the voices say to her as she looks over her shoulder “OVER THERE!” a soldier yells as he and a group of his companions begin to open fire on Wraith. She ducks behind the nearest wall just as the spray of bullets pass her and splatter against the heavy metal walls. Waiting for a pause, she slides past the opening, unloading her own rapid volley of bullets from her alternator, stricking a few of the soldiers. The shots manage to hit a few of them, downing them. She void jumps between shots, emptying more of her magazine at the mercenaries. Being able to avoid the lessening bullets, she gets closer to the soldiers. They charge in with knives drawn as the teleporting combatant gets closer in an instant. Wraith almost smiles as she pulls the kunai from her pouch and ducks under the swing of the first good. With his momentum carrying the arm forward, she lands a low snap kick at the side of his knee. A crunching sound is heard as he yelps, stumbling forward and is struck with an elbow to the spine, knocking him down. Two more soldiers come forward and attempt to hit her. She leaps over in a flip, hands on their shoulders as she lands behind them. One turns to throw a punch, she deflects and stabs him in the side with her kunai, pulls out the blade and lands a swift knee to his face, dropping him. The other pulls out his pistol and begins firing shots, she dodges the shots and weaves in closer. She throws a palm at his gun, but he pulls back. He throws a swing with the knife in his other hand and Wraith blocks with her kunai. Sparks clank as the blades clash. He fires another, she ducks. She goes for a leg sweep and he jumps, attempting to land a kick at her face while down there. She raises her kunai hand and impales the man’s leg. He yells in pain as she digs the blade across his achilles. He drops and she throws a punch to his face, knocking him out. The one guard previously whose leg she broke attempts to shoot her, weakly aiming the gun at her, she throws the kunai at the gun of the main, disarming him. She stomps down on his face, KO’ing him as well. Looking at the complete wreckage of downed guards she continues on her way.

“Wraith, can you hear me?” asks Crypto. “Loud and clear” she replies. “There should be a door coming up on your left down the hall. Hack received a signal of a large spike in energy there. I suspect that might be the main lab here or some sort of control room.” Crypto explains. “Got it” she turns down and uses the security badge she swiped to enter the room. Upon entering Wraith’s eyes widen. There inside the control room is a large computer with a glass wall, and monitors. Beyond the console is a large, cylindrical glass tank with a man floating inside whatever liquid is in there. As she ventures further into her room, her surprise becomes replaced with disbelief. She makes out more features of the man. He's quite large, having to be 6′6 in height. Broad shoulders, a well developed chest, bulging arms and legs that could fit on a Clydesdale. Wires attached to his chest monitoring some sort of vitals. An oxygen mask is attached to his face, as numerous needles attached to robotic hands are placed inside the tank, attaching to his back. And Wraith notices something else..and that disbelief becomes once again replaced..this time to a feeling of morbidity. Next to him are 3 more tanks, much smaller, like the sizes of a small aquarium. And inside those jars are beating hearts, attached to their own wires. “THOOM THOOM THOOM* The sounds of the hearts echo from deep inside their tanks, and above them are monitors displaying footage of other hearts beating, but from inside a chest..and named on those monitors read Loba, Mirage, Rampart respectively. “What the hell?” she stares at them, stunned, completely ignoring the voices over inside her head. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” a voices asks from the entrance of the doorway. She turns and there stands half a dozen armed guards and Doctor Traxler himself. “Wraith...isn’t it?” asks the sociopathic scientist, almost in a mocking tone. His smile being shown, happy at the prospect of one of the legends in person is right in front of him. “Did...did you do this?” Wraith stammers..mouth agape. “I did” he says in an almost too proud tone. “What...is..this?” Wraith can barely spill out her words. “Progress, my dear. Simply progress” he says as he takes off his glasses, gives them a quick huff and wipes them with his lab coat. “What does that even mean?” she chokes out. “Oh, come on” he retorts. “I’m not some evil villain that is going to spill his entire plan in some delinquent filled attempt at a monologue” He declares. “Just know..you Legends have been a wonderful help” he says behind a smile. Wraith looks at him, confused. He turns to one of the soldiers and flicks a finger forward. The soldier pulls out a small canister and pulls a pin and throws it at Wraith. Despite her astonishment in this moment, her reflexes kick in and she slices it in half, but nothing seemed to be inside. The two sides of the canister hit the ground with a clank as they roll. The smile never fading from the doctor’s face. “What the hell was that..” *THMP-BOOM* her heart gives a sudden lurch in her chest. “HCK” she staggers forward but keeps her footing, hand reaching to her heart. “The hell”? she raggedly says to herself. *THMPBUMP* another wrenching beat as her heart rattles in her chest. “What..did you do to me”? she demands between her bated breaths. “Oh, that? Think of them as...nano-defibrillator spores. My own design in this current conquest of sorts. They enter the bloodstream and in seconds reach the heart where they are programmed to analyze a heart rhythm and shock accordingly. The ones I gave induce, not fix. Soon...you’ll be in full cardiac arrest and I’m just here to watch” he says with that smile still plastered to his face as he reaches a finger to adjust his glasses. “You bastard!” Wraith screams and void jumps aroundthe room in small bursts to get in front of Traxler. When she appears nearly right in front of him, she is about to stab him with her kunai, but a soldier intercepts her with a fist to the face. The blow sends her reeling and rolling along the floor. “Wraith, can you hear me!” Crypto worriedly asks over the comm-link, having heard the conversation between Wraith and the Doctor. “Tck..don’t come in here..I..can..handle this” she says weakly, pulling herself from the floor. *THMPBOOM* another hard beat rattles her. “GAH!” she yells in pain before falling to her knees, hand clawing at her chest..feeling rapid beats of the organ pulsing inside of her. She pants, sweat dripping from her face as she stands up. She rushes the doctor but the soldier again intercepts and uses the butt of his rifle to her face. She falls to the ground and is punted in the ribs, knocking her further away.

Crypto hits his own comm-link “Prepare a portal and wait for my signal” he feeds back to the other legends. “Copy” Bangalore says over the speaker. Back inside the base, Wraith steadies herself “Ptoo” she spits blood before putting her hands up ready to fight. “This grows tiresome” sighs Traxler. “finish her off, please” “Yessir!” the lead one replies. Wraith pulls out her SMG and attempts to aim *BMBMBM*, more beats stagger her as she coughs off blood and drops her gun, her chest heaves with her panting. “I...I have only one shot at this..”she says to herself. She focuses...listening to the voices that plague her mind and puts a finger to her neck...she feels the beats. *thmp-thmp-thmp *BOOM** she ignores the pain. *thmpthmpthmp* BOOMBOOM* her breast quakes as she coughs more blood. *One of the voices in her head* “NOW!” Wraith waits for a beat and in between now and the next one, she punches herself in the chest, causing her heart to pause and skip a beat, giving no read for the inverted nano-defib spores..and she hits the jumps into the void.With her heart paused and jumping into the void, she teleports to in front of the lead soldier with her kunai, she stabs him in the neck, disappears and does to the next soldier, the next one and the next. The teleportation blitz is over in an almost instant, as Wraith appears back in the center of the room, the bodies of the soldiers collapse, blood pouring from their necks as their lives fade from them. Traxler looks at the woman before him, coated in her own and the blood of his soldiers as it drips from her face. A feeling of dread for his own life is quickly replaced with a twisted sense of amazement “Incredible..” he whispers. Wraith stands up knowing she needs to leave opens a full portal, she doesn’t have much time. She collapses through and is teleported outside the doors of the shadow base.

Crypto gets a read and sees her appear. “WRAITH!!” he yells out, but Hack notices the soldiers coming and the doors opening. “Portal” he yells. No response. “PORTAL!!” nothing. Wraith’s limp body just laying there. The soldiers open the doors and few start to clammer out. *Boom..chk-chk...boom!* Crypto begins firing his sniper at them, downing two of them. A few look up and notice and begin firing. He ducks back behind his high ground and controlls Hack back to him. The portal opens and out come Gibraltar and Revenant. “Throwin some covah for my bruddahs!” yells the jolly giant Samoan, as he throws an energy shield to cover Crypto. The 7 foot assassin simulacrum in the blink of an eye is down in the cavern. ‘DIE..heheeh!” he yells and laughs at the soldiers, firing 2 of his flaming orbs at them near Wraith to hold them back. Landing, his hands switch to blades and he stabs clean through two of the soldiers, impaling them viscerally. He kicks another, stabs a fourth before launching one more fireball at the door, causing it to be blocked momentarily. He grabs Wraith’s body and hastily scales the cavern, reaching the top in almost frozen gutwrenching moments. “Hurry” he commands as they all rush through the closing portal. Back inside Mirage’s Bar, Rev lays down Wraith’s body. He cuts her bloodstained top, revealing the sizable breasts underneath. Lifeline gets to work and presses her ear to Wraith’s breasts. *thmmppthmmrhhoomp...thmphthmphthmp* the faint muffled beats can be heard and Lifeline gets shocked from the conducting current. “Yeow!” Wat was dat? she questions. “I overheard the man in the building, he said something like nano-defib spores...let me try something” he directs to them. “I’m going to use Hack and cast a small EMP. This way, Wattson doesn’t have to shock her and hurt her, we can just shut down the spores” he explains as he loads up Hack and charges an EMP. The drone glows with a blue current before releasing the charge. The lights and electronics in the bar flicker and shut off. Lifeline puts her ear back to Wraith’s chest and can hear her heart beating steadily. “Oh, tank God” she breathes a sigh of relief. Crypto stands up and looks at the ghostly, glowing yellow eyes of Revenant. “I don’t know why you’re here...but thank you” The simulacrum stares at him before turning and heading towards the exit. He stops at the doorway of the bar “I understand you guys and I don’t like each other...but I can’t have any of you dying. I’ll be around to help..but don’t get used to it...hehehe” he laughs before fading into the darkness of the blacked out night. A few minutes later the lights turn back and Wraith opens her eyes before sitting up and holding her chest. “My heart..” she says kind of confused to herself. “Is fine” Ajay interrupts her. “I know we cut it kinda close, but Rev showing up kinda confused us all” she explains. “I bet..” Wraith says solemnly..”I can’t believe I have to thank that creep” she mutters disgusted. “Well...he did and we owe him one” Wraith nods in response..”Yeah”. Mirage walks into the room with a bucket and a mop. “You know, I’m glad you’re safe now...but PLEASE...PLEASE go take a bath or a shower or something, you’re leaving bad guy gooey stains on my floor.” “Wraith looks at her reflection in the mirror and sees herself coated still in blood”..”I’ll get on” Ajay helps her up and takes her to the bathroom upstairs. Mirage dunks the mop in the bucket and starts wiping down the dried blood stains on the floor. “Stupid bad guys, bleeding up my bar,” he grunts and groans while the rest of the Legends get ready themselves ready for bed.

#cardiophile #cardiophilia #resus #cpr #heart #heartbeat #defib

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carramblings · 4 years ago

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i'd Love to hear any thoughts u have on mr. upshur!!! and u should totally draw him again your art is so cool...👀 (im lisette-draws btw hfhfgjf this is my main blog)

Hello!!! Thanks for the complement, here’s mistah upshur with some dogs for you!

And I totally did not insert my own dog in there...

I don’t really have any special differing opinions on him from most of the fandom consensus. I feel like we all kinda came to the conclusion that he is Lovable Bastard, and I love that for us, we out here winninggg

I guess I’ll ramble under the cut doe:

So I guess idek where to begin, but what REALLY drew me in and made me love the character was definitely the snarky, dry humor and attitude that is blatantly apparent from his notes. AGAIN, nothing anyone hasn’t talked about already, but I just love how charismatic you can tell he is just from writing on pieces of paper, Red Barrels really hit it out of the park with that. BIG on using humor to cope. Like. The man had just been brutally tortured and is up in here roasting Trager in his note about him, and then the only thing he writes about his death is a fuckin two line joke. I Love Him So Much. Definitely passionate about what he does (or did ; ;) and I’d guess is pretty hard headed in terms of just getting something done no matter what once he sets his mind to it, not taking kindly to people telling him what to do or trying to stop him. Can be pretty spontaneous in his actions, given he literally follows up on Waylon’s email at the drop of a hat and just rolls up to MM with literally no plan at all, just his camera. This bitch CRAZY. but that brings me to my other thoughts about him:

I’ve always thought like, he probably doesn’t really have any significant relationships in his life, or if there are, they’re few and far between. Considering his job, he probably worked around the clock driving to different locations and interviewing and writing and etc etc and just didn’t find a lot of time for any personal stuff. What made me start thinking that is the fact that, when compared to Waylon’s notes, Miles doesn’t mention anyone. It may just be that Red Barrels didn’t really think it was important, since for Waylon his existing relationships with his wife and sons is character defining, but idk. Waylon thinks, no, expects that he’s going to die. So he writes to people that he knows will miss him, will come looking for him. When that reality sinks in for Miles? No one. It’s “whoever finds my body” and that honestly breaks my heart. Fictional video game men be out here breaking my HEART. Considering he was probably road tripping around for work and happened to be in the area when he got the email, it’s probably safe to say he had no one waiting up on him. idk man. i cry.

I also feel like, from what we also see in his notes, that he has a temper, and responds to negative situations as such. From all the scathing comments he makes in response to his situation in MM, it just made me kind of think that, although you can’t really blame the guy. It makes me think that his trauma from the situation would probably manifest in the form of anger at what he went through, at the people involved, at himself even. But still, as we also see in his notes, he’s genuinely sympathetic towards the patients who suffered under Murkoff, even wishing Chris peace when he gets killed. So yeah, bastard with a heart of gold as we’ve all come to agree on!

Anyway it’s 2:30 AM and I am just sleepily rambling about mr Miles Upshur because I Love Him. This is all an incoherent mess but whateva. Thanks for the ask, and happy Miles posting!

#outlast #miles upshur #i am so incoherent and sleep deprived but #i hope u enjoyed the ramblings of a mad woman regardless

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diangeloyoyok · 4 years ago

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my review on pjo movies

first up with have The Lighting Thief obviously

Poseidon’s entrance lowkey kinda fire but high key weird

‘it’s been many years’ didn’t y’all just have that winter solstice party together ???

‘if your son if the thief i will send him to the pits of tartarus’ ouch that hurt ngl

logan lerman 🥺

he would’ve been such a good percy if they did the movies when he was younger IDC IDC IDC

i stan black grover and just grover overall

i wish we got to see my bitch nancy

sally and percy sallY AND PERCY SALLY AND PERCY SALLY AND PERCY

gabe to me is just *hmm* perfect in this movie, he’s not as mean in the movies but he’s still an asshole ehehehe

i love Chiron actor i think it’s very accurate

also wtf chiron is bros with the big three lols 😹

y’all know jenna davis?- that’s who the girl who plays ms dodd’s looks like

so they just gonna ignore him and tak ab him while he’s RIGJT. THERE.

‘This is a pen. This is a pen.’

‘Are you guys crazy? This is a pen man!’

the scene with gabe makes me uncomfy bc percy says in the book gabe never hits percy in front of sally but ok 😗✌️

leaving percy was the *mOST* difficult thing poseidon *the GOD of water* has ever done wow percy is that cool

‘You’re half donkey?!”

i am da wittlest minotaur 😳✨🙈

such a subtle entrance to the camp love it

why y’all give percy the pen before he supposed to be a badass and rip the horn off wjth his hands but ig

wait so in this dumbass movie percy doesn’t even do anything to get the horn goodbye

i’m still very pissed that they took the scene of annabeth sayjng ‘you drool when you sleep’ but it’s fine i’m NOT fine

why is no one wearing camp shirts 🤬

they may be wrong but i didnt know it was ‘brUnner’ not ‘brUNner’

it’s kinda cute how when percy first sees annabeth he’s like ‘ooouuu who’s that name now 😌😏”

brown haired blue eyed looking ass BITCH

‘A real horses ass’ laughed a LITTLE

so the poseidon cabin is just *THAT* open poor percy no privacy

oh wait wth they already know his daddy poseidon 🤨

like everyone just knew ????

when did percy get new clothes the fuck

why did everyone laugh and shake their heads when chiron introduced percy what whores

omg luke 🥺

i know everyone knows this but it’s *SOOOOOOOOO* unrealistic annabeth and luke aren’t on the same team. like i’m pretty sure in the first book annabeth said they had a permanent allies type thing with the hermes cabin

‘that’s a sword! that’s a sword’ aw baby luke why’d you have to be evil 🙁🤚

where the FUCK did that bitch tryna be annabae come from

she realky said ‘i love trees🌲☺️❤️’

why does annabeth act like clarisse during capture the flag

also the fuCK WHERE MY BABY CLARISSE

why are there like actual 30 yr olds at camp

luke was so excited when he saw percy get up he said ‘omg no way✨’

so suddenly percy just knows sword play 😀

and deFEATS ANNABETH WE ALL KNOW HE CANT EVEN DO THAT NOW

y’all red heads a bunch of babies

i already know it’s coming

shit no

i hate it

i hate it so much

already ew’d out

‘i definitely have strong feelings for you, i just haven’t decided if they’re positive or negative yet.’

‘well you let me know when you figure it out’

‘you’ll be the first’

why they just drinking nectar for fun?? like bruh you tryna die or sum

after that i can’t watch anymore tonight

it’s been like 3 weeks but let’s not talk about that

i’m not even gonna comment on the campfire scene anymore my god

i like how in movies everyone is like “omg the underworld so scary percy you can’t go that’s so dangerous you will DIE”

and in the books they’re like “yeah it’s dangerous but whateva you 12 yr olds have fun down there bring me a souvenir!!”

why does luke have?? video?? games?? in?? his?? cabin??

WAIT LIKE A WHOLE ASS TECHNOLOGY SETUP WHAT

why is luke the only one in his cabin like where’s the stolls and chris 😳

you mean to tell me luke broke into hermes house just for like funzies and to steal shit?

sounds like travis and connor but ok✨

what the fuck even is the whole pearl plot

i don’t even wanna talk about the medusa scene

percy has an ipod 🤡

“i’ve only been in the outside world a few times” did you fucking practice driving those few times or WHAT

if percy could actually heal people with water wowie imagine how useful

why did percy bring swimming trunks on a quest

can this brown haired bitch shut up already

sally never took gabes last name excuse you 🤣

ofc it’s fucking fox news giving us that bullshit info on sally

they in nashville wee-doggie 🤠

‘hey it’s your mom’ obviously dumbass she has eyes

so they hid in the potty room for like 5 hours? huh

yeah let’s jus facetime lukey real quick 🥰

silly boy percy

“how flipping awesome was that”

does percy even know he can bend water in the first book

that’s gonna be an unexplainable statue for the workers tmrw

lotus hotel baby

the only reason this movie is watchable

vegas be lookin kinda fresh i wannna go

i wanna stay at the lotus hotel this place looks sick asf

lotus flower treats yummy yum

here comes gaga 😮

why they laugjing so much

wonder if nico likes gaga

imagine like 10 yr old nico just straight vibing there

grover pulling out the dance movies yessir 🤩

“no❤️ percy don’t eat the flower”

why didn’t percy just like grab the flowers and throw them

OOOO KESHA WE LOVE TO SEE IT

TIKTOK ON THE CLOCK BUT THE PARTY DONT STOP NOW WOAHWOAHWOAH

i’m bored ✨

ooo skeletons

charon my queen 👑🥳

“we drowned in a bathtub, all three of us” 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊

i wish that was in the movie

i wish a lot of things were in the movie hit that is high

we’re in the same boat in the very same boat

how do you get seasick in an elevator- BOAT?

the way to the underworld is over the styx it’s a river

i know, you show off chicks

sexist much? go make a splash

i’ll splash you

it’s like watching titian’s clash, they’ll kill each other it they’ll kiss if we’re lucky they’ll end up in an abyss

anyways✨

hades do be looking kinda cool tho

that’s a cool ring you got there hades

omg mommy sally 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

how did percy not notice the lightening bolt in the damn shield befORE???

“it’s luke shield he betrayed us”

damn she switched sides real fast

this phoney bitch why does she want power and a war sis go plant shit

i refuse to believe hades is abusive sorry sis you ain’t fooling me

god where’s Juniper when you need her

so no fight between percy and aries 🤡

instead we have lukey pukey

omh he’s the lightening thief i did not see that coming ong 😳

^^ me on twitter after it’s revealed on the percy jackson tv show

can this luke character chile

percy pulled a harry styles and said “i’m falling” 😔

i’m thE SON OF POSEIDON I NEVER ASKED TO BE BUT IM THE SON OF POSEIDON

“yeah, i think i am the son of poseidon”

okay 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

omG i goT bUtTerFliEs

how does s-dog jusy know how to get to olympus did y’all get freaky up there or

that’s actually kinda how i imagine olympus looking so

i guess

good job

maybe

what is this ant man why they so small

“i have no connection to poseidon”

p-dog looked kinda hurted 😳

as if zeus would ever compliment percy

has athena ever told annabeth *or any of her kids* i’m proud of you

“i need to speak with him” “just this once”

yet we got poseidon showing up once in awhile just to say hi

7 months? 😀

percy was 7 months old?

now i don’t remember much but i don’t think it was that long luv ❤️

“always”

i thought i was watching percy jackson not harry potter tf is up

sally and percy have my whole heart

g-man got his horns

chiron 🥺✨

missed my main hoe 😍

why are there so many fucking campers

there’s like 500

let’s take a chill pill shall we

annabeth and percy look like siblings in this

incest 😳

they bouta fiGHTshe better have won

k well that’s it thank the gods 😘

i’ll be back in like 4 months to review sea of monsters i need a break of bullshit

OH ITS NOT OVER

it’s gabe

he pulled a demi

stone cold

everyone will be happier without him

#percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #pjo movies #so fucking stupid #anabeth chase #grover underwood #heroes of olympus #disney+#pjo adaptation #percabeth #rick riordan

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ashitpos-t · 4 years ago

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I’ve Got You Under My Skin

Chapter 4 of my Husk x Fem!Reader on my AO3 account.

CW: Murder, Suggestive Themes, and Alcohol

(original chapter notes) This chapter has a song sung entirely in Scotts gaelic, I'll leave a translation at the end of the chapter, and I recommend you listen to the original! http://www.canasg.com/zgaol.shtml also!! to keep the integrity of the song, all parts where reader sings will be written in bold.

You all finished your meal relatively quickly, Alastor sporting a grin of fulfillment on his gray skin.

"Sheesh," Charlie spoke, "that was really good, Al," he smiled even wider, "I'm glad you think so!"

Vaggie merely huffed, communicating she felt the same, while Angel and Niffty nodded along in agreement, both a bit more enthusiastic than the moth demon. You and Husk on the other hand, were more like Vaggie, neither of you liked the deer demon much, and more or less, had little to no trust for him, all for very good reasons, too.

"Well," Angel started, pushing away from the table to stand, fixing his hair, "I'm gonna split, see ya" he finished, trotting away presumably to his room.

Husk already started for the bar, and Niffty had begun to put away the dishes, while Alastor snapped away, seemingly to his room, or something of the other.

You merely waved at Charlie and Vaggie, mouthing a small goodnight before heading to your room as well for a good nights sleep, hell knew you needed it.

---

You sighed into your palm, applying a think layer of mascara to your lashes, fluttering them when you finished, slightly adjusting your freshly curled hair with your hand. Smiling, you brushed lip gloss onto your lips, quickly popping them together to set the look.

You never much liked prettying yourself up for work, but thankfully, today was a more, chill, day. You only had to do minimal makeup, and put on semi formal wear, it's not like the guys cared much, if anything, they encouraged it, they thought it made you sing better, or something like that. Honestly, you didn't care much either way, all you knew was that you wanted the money, and whatever they wanted, you complied with, and didn't exactly have a second thought about it, they were good people after all.

Grabbing a hairband, you tied your hair up into a bun, admiring you semi formal wear on your body through the vanity's mirror, softly smoothing down your black pencil skirt when your hair was done up. You smiled, gripping the collar of your white button down shirt and laying it flat before swiftly checking the time on your hell phone, noting you should leave in a little under an hour.

With little determination, you set out of your room, locking the door behind you, and slipping into the elevator, eager on eating some kind of breakfast before going to the studio, not too keen on singing in an empty stomach. You clicked the elevator's lobby button with your manicured nails, feeling the jolt, before the descent of the boxy machine to the floors below.

With a snap, you walked through the jittery doors when you met your destination, swiftly being met with the arrays of reds and blacks of the hotel, a stark contrast to your white and gold room, a few quick blinks of your eyes were needed to adjust to the bright colors. You glanced around the room, noting that you were the only demon awake, you smiled at the solitude, a bit happy that you didn't really have to interact with anyone, especially in the early hours of the morning.

As your feet carried you with swift steps, you trotted over to the fridge, squatting down to grab a red apple from one of the bins, chomping right into it for a speedy breakfast.

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The door opened with little effort from your finger tips, the old door squeaking to an open as you blinked into the dimly lit studio, immediately spotting your two agents, their faces brightening when they saw you, right on time, as always.

"y/n, y/n!" the reddish imp demon greeted you, walking over to your tall form with arms outstretched, you chuckled, embracing him, "yer right on time! Alright, yer singin dat' marry ban song er whateva?"

You nodded at him, a weak smile on your face, "uh, thats close enough."

He smiled up at you, trotting over to his stool at the mixing board, slapping a big chunky pair of headphones onto his ears, adjusting his horns to fit.

The short imp demon's name was Gus, he had met you near the start of your career in hell, saw you in one of your earlier gigs and thought you had potential, ever since then you had been working with him and his new record label. The other demon was already at their station, they simply nodded at you when you walked in, not caring much for greetings. Their name was August, and being an owl demon, they liked the dimly lit studio rather than a brightly lit one, you had met them shortly after you met Gus.

You smiled at the two of them, walking with a small pep in your step as you opened the door to the foam lined walls, sliding a specialized headset for your animal like ears onto your head.

Looking over at the two demons, Gus gave you a thumbs up, a rusty smile lining his lips as he adjusted a few notches on the board in front of him.

You swallowed due to nervousness, looking over to the microphone in front of you, you cleared your throat, and prepared to let your heart out.

Gaol mo chrìdh-sa Màiri Bhàn,

Màiri bhòidheach, sgeul mo dhàin;

'S i mo ghaol-sa Màiri Bhàn,

'S tha mi 'dol ga pòsadh.

You began, singing softly into the microphone.

Thuit mi ann an gaol a-raoir,

Tha mo chrìdh-sa shuas air beinn,

Màiri Bhàn rim' thaobh a'seinn,

'S tha mi 'dol ga pòsadh.

Your voice quickened and strengthened, your eyes fluttering to a close as you continued.

Cuailean òir is suilean tlàth,

Mala chaol is gruaidh an àigh,

Beul as binne sheinneas dàn,

'S tha mi 'dol ga pòsadh

You nearly listened to rest of the chorus repeating your words as you sung, a smile landing on your features before you gripped the microphone, adjusting your hold carefully.

'S ann aig ceilidh aig a' Mhòd

Fhuair mi eòlas air an òigh —

'S ise choisinn am bonn òir,

'S tha mi 'dol ga pòsadh.

Taking a deep breath in, you glanced to the boys, seeing giddy smiles on their faces at your performance.

Bidh mo ghaol do Màiri Bhàn

Dìleas, dùrachdach gu bràth;

Seinnidh sinn da chèil' ar gràdh,

'S tha mi 'dol ga pòsadh.

Releasing the breath you had been holding, you were interrupted with Gus throwing himself onto your stool to hug you, nearly sending you flying.

"Jesus girl! Why'd ya never tell me you can sing that good in Scottish?" he jokingly questioned, adjusting his trucker hat atop his head.

While taking your headset off, you replied, "I just never thought it'd be all that good," you shook your head, "but it sounds like I should be singing like that more," you hummed, a grin on your face.

The imp curtly nodded to you, before skidding his way back into his old chair, a smile on his face as he urged you to your next song, August doing the same.

You smiled at the two of them, adjusting yourself onto the seat and the headphones you had just taken off.

---

"Hey Gus?" you mumbled through a full mouth of food.

"uh, yeah?" he replied, taking a gulp of water just after.

You took another bite of the roast beef sandwich in your hands, "why do you always bring us sandwiches?"

"well ya see-"

August cut him off, "Better question! Why do y'all always eat with yer mouths full! It's frankly digustin'!" The owl demon enthused, gesturing to the two of you.

You and Gus stared at them for a moment, before bursting into a fit of laughter, August quickly following along.

The three of you eventually quieted, Gus piping up after he finished his lunch, "I just thought you guys would like a home made lunch," he seemed a bit chipper, obvious he had begun to think it would cheer you all up, especially so if you considered where the lot of you lived.

You flashed him a genuine smile, your eyes alone telling him how grateful you were. The three of you were never that close, and you had only just started recording songs to be put on live radio, before you got more serious, the two of them merely helped you to plan gigs out at bars.

You quickly said your goodbyes to your agents just before you took your leave, and just after you finished recording your final song. Singing was one of your favorite things to do in the entirety of hell, but it also killed your voice, and the best thing you could do for a shot throat, would be to relax with a couple of cold beers. You didn't even hesitate to lick your lips at the thought of some fresh alcohol, or some fast food, really, anything would do just about now.

Snapping a look to your hellphone, you take a note of the time, making your brisk walk back to the hotel ever more eager, hell's sunset telling you the need of arriving as soon as possible, lest you stay in the dark for long.

The clack of your shoes against the grime of the worn sidewalk felt hurried and rushed, and the sense of acute fear drenched your shoulders and gut, but that may have been due to the fact you had skipped dinner, and breakfast to some account.

A sigh wavered just in the pit of your throat, and only left when you had finally reached the hotel's door step, and with a swing of the handle, you swiftly stepped in, delighted to see the sparseness of the lobby, just in time for-

"Thank Satan!" a familiar voice exclaimed, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist that accompanied the voice, and a quick look down to see platinum blonde hair told you all you needed to know.

A hesitant hand laid on her head, and a weak smile crossed your lips, "Oh, Charlie," your voice wavered and croaked, singing always did a number on you.

"Where in all of hell were you?" she ripped her head from your chest, her brows knit into a feigned expression of anger, "and what happened to your voice?" she cooed, features softening.

You resisted the reaction of growing cold and rigid to the girl, instead, you forced a smile onto your lips, "I was just at my job," you pet her hair, "nothing more."

Her face told you she was unconvinced, but never wanting to pry, she decided against on pushing further, instead gesturing to the kitchen, "Well, you did miss dinner, why don't you go get your plate? I made sure to set one aside for you." she smiled.

You returned the gesture and said a quick thank you, trotting over to the kitchen just after Charlie had started to make her way up stairs and to her own room for the night. Arriving in the kitchen, you scanned the area, quickly spotting a saran wrapped plate of broccoli, steak, and mashed potatoes, all together seeming like a relatively tame meal. You picked it and its utensils up happily, slyly looking over your shoulder to see the bartender patiently waiting at his post, an expression you couldn't quite decipher resting on his fur.

Your upturned grin settled a bit, was he lonely? Or was he just tired, did he want company? You glanced out the window, noting the bustle of cars, and the dimmed, hellish, night sky. You sighed, deciding to sit with him as you ate, it's not like you really wanted to sit anywhere else anyway.

With a grin, you wandered over to the bar, quickly catching Husk's attention with the click of your shoes and the aroma of food, your wide, sharp grin reeling him in the most, this making itself evident in his almost bored tone.

"Well now," he stares at your food, then your face, "aren't we in a chipper mood today?" his paw is scrunched on his cheek in order to hold his head up.

You give him a nod while taking a seat on a stool, setting the meal down just before you.

Stabbing your fork into the steak, you cut a piece off, before quickly eating it in one bite, "So," you say while cutting up your next mouthful, "how was your day?"

He grunts, shrugging his shoulders a bit, "same as ever, nothing new," he looks off into the hotel, your grin quickly wipes off your face at the sight of his somber mood, but you make haste with taking another bite before he can notice.

You eat in silence for a moment, before deciding to make some kind of conversation by asking for a drink, "can I have a beer?" you say through a mouthful, eyeing the liquor in his hand, three empty bottles just beside it, you frown.

He sighs, grabbing a beer can from a cooler to pass to you, "how long have you been drinking?" you say, freezing him in place, the question obviously striking a cord, and guilt immediately pools in your gut.

He laughs an uncomfortable laugh, eyes veering down to his bottle, "as long as I can remember," his eyes shoot to yours, genuine curiosity painted on his features, "and what about you?"

You stiffen, not expecting the question either, a nervous laugh escapes your mouth while you respond with a hoarse, "It's the same for me."

He curtly nods, taking a long swig of his booze as the two of you sit in a somber silence, both of your eyes drawing to the floor, only catching each others gaze for a moment.

"uh," you laugh, "could you turn the radio on? I don't have a preference, whatever you'd like is fine."

complying with your request, he shuffles to the other end of the bar, messing with a few nobs and switches of the radio before settling on late 60's early 70's music, the volume low and smooth. You smile at the slow music, it reminded you of a sweet time in hell.

Taking a long gulp of the can, you finish, "could you get me another one of these?" you grin, glancing at the demon's face before eyeing your empty booze, "I love this music," you mutter, trailing the rim of the can with your finger.

If you weren't mistaken, you could've sworn you saw that cat grin as he turned his back to you, "I do too, reminds me of when I was alive," your smile only grows at his reply.

When he turns to face you with your drink, hes shining a real, genuine smile, a smile that would've set your face on fire if you weren't sober. You laugh, your cheeks heating up to join your growing embarrassment. You didn't expect to see the man smile, ever.

Husk laughs, handing you the beer you had asked for, cracking open one for himself as did you.

The two of you sit in silence for what seems like a hour, but it isn't uncomfortable or weird, it's nice, it's calm, and it's easy to see that with the faint smiles on each of your faces. You sigh into your drink, noticing that the bottle is now empty, and truth be told, you were a little disappointed it was.

You stand up abruptly, startling the half asleep bartender, "Husk," he looks up to you, a grunt in the back of his throat, "thanks for humoring me," you smile, only getting a small nod in return.

"Goodnight, Husk," you mutter, your throat paining you to speak, "goodnight," he replies, a faint smile on his lips.

Turning around, you begin to trot to the kitchen and set your plate into the sink, giving it a good scrub before walking back to your room, content in being able to finally talk to someone like an equal, like someone that could actually understand you, like a friend.

Translation of song here ---

The love of my heart, fair-haired Mairi, Beautiful Mairi, the story of my song; She is my true love, fair-haired Mairi, And I am going to marry her. I fell in love last night, My very heart is up on a mountain, Fair-haired Mairi beside me, singing, And I am going to marry her. Golden locks and gentle eyes, Narrow eyebrow and merry cheek, Sweetest mouth to sing a song, And I am going to marry her. It was at a ceilidh at the Mod I became aware of the young woman — It was she that won the gold medal And I am going to marry her. My love for fair-haired Mairi will be Faithful, sincere for ever; Together we will sing our love, And I am going to marry her.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #hazbin hotel husk #husk #husk x reader #x reader #reader insert #fem!reader #alastor #vaggie #CHARLIE MAGNE #longfic #ongoing #ao3

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you-and-i-for-forever · 6 years ago

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Hello there! Quick question: do you take requests? If so, may I request for a newsies fluff with either jojo x reader, race x reader, or crutchie x reader? Thank you!

Aaaaaaah! Thank you for sending me a request!! Sorry it took me like 2 months to finally post this! I decided on a race x reader for this one and I feel like I’m gonna write a part two for it!

Thechurch doors swung open with a shove. You took a few staggering steps forward,much to the shock of the three nuns who were inside, getting ready to shut downfor the night.

Yourdress was dripping water and you were shaking, frozen by the sheets of rainthat had drenched you outside.

Thethree nuns rushed to you and ushered you into the church further, closing andlocking the doors behind you.

“Areyou alright?” One of the nuns asked.

“Whathappened to you?” Another nun asked.

“They-they left me.” You were able to get out between chattering teeth.

Thenuns exchanged concerned glances.

“I’llgo get her some dry clothes,” One said and scurried off into a hallway

“I’llget her something warm to eat and drink,” Another one said and went off in anotherdirection.

“Towelstoo, Sister.” The nun who stayed with you called out.

She rested her hand on your forehead andsmiled a little. “No fever, that’s good, we might still get a doctor for youthough.”

Sheheld out her hand and you took it and were led past all the pews, to the frontof the steeple.

Thenun stopped and bowed her head and brought her hands together in prayer.

“Thankyou, Lord, for bringing this lost and depraved child to us.” She whispered

Youlowered your head, but your brain didn’t produce a thought.

Thenuns who had run off came back, carrying supplies.

Theydried you off and dressed you in a warm nightgown with a cloak. They insistedon spoon feeding you warm broth and some soft bread.

Thenuns brought up to a small bedroom and laid you down on a thinly padded bed.They started to read from you a section of the Bible, nothing you recognized,until you fell asleep.

Ithad been a few days since you had arrived at the church. The nuns had said youcould stay with them as long as you needed to and that they were happy to haveyou.

MotherAlice, one of the nuns you had met when you first arrived at the church, didsay that you needed to pick up some chores while you stayed there.

“We’llhave you help with washing, cooking, cleaning, and getting ready for service onSundays. Is that alright with you?” she asked.

“Yes,Mother Alice,” You said, glad to be helping after all the nuns had done foryou.

“Alrightmy child, you will accompany the sisters this morning with giving handouts.”

Younodded and followed Sister Sarah and Dorothy to the kitchen.

“Wegive the working children some of the leftovers from the services. We neverhave time to make them anything fresh, which is disappointing, but at least wecan give them something.” Sister Dorothy told you.

Thesisters handed you a large silver tray full of tin mugs filled with coffee,biscuits, and doughnuts.

Itlooked…very unappetizing. The coffee wasn’t even hot anymore and nothing on thetray looked very fresh. Maybe you could ask Mother Alice if there was somethingyou could do about it.

“Comealong [Y/N]” Sister Sarah said, leading you out the door of the church and downa few streets.

Youmade your way to an opening, a square where people were milling about. You sawa large group of boys laughing and jumping around.

Yourecognize them as the newsies in this part of town.

“HiyaSistas!” One of the boys called when he saw the nuns and the boys all came overto you and the sisters.

Thenuns handed each one of the newsies a cup of coffee and a piece of food.

“Thereyou are, Finch,” Sister Sarah said, giving a boy, who already looked a littlefidgety before coffee, his handout.

Youcame around the side of the nuns, not that you really had been hiding before,but now you knew what to do.

“Well,hello there,” one of the boys called and suddenly all the newsies eyes snappedto where you were standing, seeming to know the tone that the boy’s toneindicated; a girl.

Afew of the boys whistled and looked you up and down.

“Coffee?”You asked, offering a cup to the boy who stood in front of you, a blushcreeping over your face at the attention.

Notthat it wasn’t wanted, all the boys were very handsome, but it was embarrassingthat it was happening in front of the nuns.

“Didn’tcatch your name sweetheart?” A taller boy with dark hair asked, looking down atyou with a charming smile.

“[Y/N]”You said, handing him a cup of his own.

“Niceto meet ya,” He said, tipping his cap at you “Wes the Manhattan newsies, I’mJack Kelly.”

“AndI’m Mush!” A boy from next to him said.

“I’mHenry.” Another chimed in.

Soonall the boys had spouted off their names. There were a lot of them; Elmer,Crutchie, Kid Blink, Sniper, Ike, Mike, and at least a dozen more.

“Niceto meet you all.” You said with a smile.

“So,you a nun or what?” Albert, if you were remembering his name right, asked.

“No,just living at the church for now.” You explained.

“Wellif shes is at the church, Imma stop in for the next service,” Romeo joked.

Therest of the boys made noises in agreement.

“Absolutelynot!” Sister Dorothy said, “If you don’t come for our Lord, you don’t come atall.”

Thenewsies all snickered.

“Hey!What’s a fella got to do to get his food around here?” A voice called frombehind the wall of newsies.

Afew boys moved aside and let another one through.

Hehad a cigar stuck in between his teeth and he was rubbing sleep out of hiseyes.

Theboy looked at you before looking down at his coffee cup. His eyes quicklyflashed back up to your face.

“RacetrackHiggins, nice to meet ya.” He said, blowing cigar smoke out of the side of hismouth. He offered you his hand to shake and once you took it, he plucked thecigar from his lips and kissed the back of your hand.

Youfelt your face flush more and you giggled an introduction. The other boysgroaned and rolled their eyes.

“IfI had known such a pretty girl was going to be serving breakfast today, I wouldhave arrived sooner.” He said with a smile.

Racewas very attractive, to say the least. Curly blonde, blue eyes, a boyish face.

“I’mafraid breakfast isn’t too exciting.” You said, looking down at the sadhandouts left on your tray.

“I’mused to curdled coffee and molding doughnuts,” Race said with a shrug andwaited patiently while you handed him his cup. He took a sip and crinkled hisnose “Okay, well maybe not too use to it.”

“I’mgoing to start helping with the cooking at the church and I was planning onasking Mother Alice if I could start making fresh handouts.” You said.

“Well,I’m sure whatevas you make will be good,” Race said, moving in a little bitcloser to you. He was almost pressed up against the metal tray you wereholding, your faces very close.

“Race!Come on!” Albert called.

Racelooked over his shoulder to find all the newsies giving their cups back to thenuns and speeding off.

“Sorrygorgeous, I gotta run but, I’ll sees ya tomorrow?” He asked before downing therest of his coffee.

“Yeah,tomorrow.” You said as you watched him run to catch up with the other boys.

AskingMother Alice if you could make fresh food for the newsies was answered by abeaming smile.

“Yes,as long as you are still able to do all your other chores. We’ve always wantedto have freshly made handouts for those children, but we never seem to have thetime. Seems like this job will suit you just fine.”

Yousmiled and thanked her and started to plan out what you were going to make. Ittook a few days of the newsies having to continue to eat old food and a trip tothe marketplace, but you were finally ready for the next morning.

Youwere able to convince Mother Alice to let you make slightly bigger portions andeven add a little cinnamon to the doughnuts to give them some taste.

Youmade them all the food they had had before, but now fresh out of the oven themorning of. You brewed coffee for them and made sure it was as hot as possible,so it was still warm by the time you took it out to newsies.

Thelook on the boys faces that morning was well worth you having to get yourselfup two hours earlier than you usually would.

“Look!The coffee is actually steaming!” Kid Blink exclaimed.

“Theseis so soft!” Mike said, eating his doughnut.

“Isthat cinnamon?” Crutchie asked, looking down at the tray.

Younodded, a large smile on your face.

Youpassed out the food and drinks to the boys and they happily, and noisily, ateit.

Youstill had one handout left on your plate and you smiled when you saw who thelast newsie was.

Raceswaggered up to you and took the doughnut that was left for him. He took a biteout of it and closed his eyes.

“Thisis so good, have you had any yet?” He asked, licking his lips free of cinnamon

“No,everything I’ve made is for you,” you said “…you all. Everyone, I mean.”

“Well,yous has got to have just one taste.” Race moved his doughnut so it was rightat your mouth.

Youglanced between him and the treat before moving to take a small bite of it.

Racesmiled and moved his other hand up to run his thumb over the corner of yourmouth, wiping away a crumb you weren’t sure was really there.

“Ain’tyou just us newsies miracle?”

That’show this whole thing began. You woke up early every morning, made the food forthe newsies, served the food to the newsies, and had Race flirt with you for awhile.

Hewas…very hard to resist. Not that you wanted to. It’s just that the nuns werealways right there when it was happening, and it was very embarrassing.

Youhad a plan today though, a way to be able to see Race, without the Sisterswatching you.

“[Y/N]!”Sister Eunice called, knocking on the open kitchen door. “It’s almost time toleave.”

Youquickly piled the trays up with food and poured the coffee into the mugs.

SisterSarah and Dorothy both came into the kitchen to get their trays and you followedthem out of the church.

Youfollowed the nuns until you got to newsies square and saw all the newsboysjumping all over each other and laughing loudly.

“Hey,Sistas!” One of the newsies, Elmer called out and the newsies were suddenlysurrounding you and the nuns.

“Hello,Sista [Y/N],” Mush said with a teasing smile as you handed him a cup and abiscuit.

“HelloMush,” you said.

“How’sit going today?” Tommy Boy asked.

“Sameas usual,” you replied, giving him his handout, “What about you?”

“Askme after they put up the headline,” he said and took a sip of his coffee.

“Niceto see ya looking so gorgeous today [Y/N],” Romeo said as he came forward,offering his hand to you. You placed a cup in it instead of your own.

“Thankyou, Romeo,” You said, shooing him away.

Onceyou turned to the next person, you came face to face with Race.

Hewas somehow looking even more handsome than usual today.

“Hiya,”he said with a charming smirk, his cigar hanging off his lip.

“HiRacetrack,” you said, feeling your face instantly heating up.

Hereached forward and seemed to purposefully brush his fingers over yours whilehe took the coffee cup from your hand.

Hetook a long sip, keeping eye contact with you the entire time.

“Now,that’s good coffee,” he said, licking his lips. “How do you always get itright, Doll?”

“Secretingredient,” You said, face flushed.

“Ohyeah, what might that be?” Race said, leaning in closer with a wide smile onhis face “Extra love?”

Yousmiled, “No, just sugar.”

“Well,I wouldn’t mind getting some extra sugar.” Race said with a cocky smile as heleaned in even closer to you.

“Race!”Sister Sarah said sternly “How about instead of flirting with [Y/N], you finishup and go do your job.”

“Yes,Sista!” Race said with a mock salute and downed his coffee, “See ya tomorrow.”

Racereached out and ran his hand down your arm as he set his coffee cup down andwinked at you.

“Wait,Racetrack,” You said and reached forward, taking his hand. He looked down atyour connected hands and then back at you, looking surprised.

“Itwas nice seeing you,” You squeezed his hand, pressing a piece of paper into hispalm.

Hesmiled at you and quickly took his leave; you could see his hand with the paperin it clamped tightly shut.

Thatnight, just as the sun had set, you heard a small thunk on your window. You pushed back the curtains and saw Racestanding on the ground, squinting up into the dark window to see if he couldspot you, your note in hand.

Youquietly opened the window and stepped out onto the balcony. Race smiled andpulled his hat off.

“Hi,”He whispered loudly.

“Hiyourself,” you replied.

“Ifeel like I should recite some poetry or something. Do you like Romeo andJuliet?” Race said, running a hand through his hair.

Youswung one of your legs over the balcony railing then the other one, “Just helpme get down from here.”

Raceslapped his hat back on and reached his hands up to you. You thought it wasgoing to be an awkward shimmy off the balcony, but once Race had his hands onyour waist, he gracefully swung you down to the ground.

Youblushed and straightened out your dress.

Raceoffered you his arm, which you gladly took, and the two of you snuck off thechurch grounds.

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S’vana: A New Friend

"...'ey G'veena." S'vana called out to the other Demon Hunter that she had accompanied. Other than the sound of crackling flames that came from the campfire, her words were met with silence until it was broken by a deep sigh.

"What?" The other Demon Hunter rasped out, her gaze focused on the campfire in front of her.

Frowning slightly at the sigh, she hugged her knees close. "When...When d'ya think it'll be safe fer' us t' uh...walk 'round without bein' chased?" She asked quietly, already knowing the answer to it. Part of her hoped that G'veena's answer would prove her thoughts wrong. She really hoped it did.

There was a pause before another could be heard amongst the crackling flames. "Never." She bluntly stated.

"...N...Neva'? Are...Are ya' sure 'bout tha'?" She asked, doubting her fellow demon hunter's words. Let her be wrong. For once in her life, let her be wrong. "Wha' if ya' know...They decided t' sto--"

The Kaldorei shoved a piece of firewood into place, interrupting the Blood Elf's words followed by an annoyed grunt. "They won't. I've been doing this for over six thousand years and they still continue to chase after me the second they pick up my trail."

"...F-five thousands year?" Surprised by that number, S'vana frowned even more. "...Wha' if ya' know...they--"

"They won't." G'veena rasped out, sounding a bit irritated at the younger hunter's questions. "The only way to stop a Warden from chasing you is to kill them. Even if you manage to do that, I'm fairly certain that their spirit will chase after you instead, making them more annoying than they already are."

"...Oh. Okay..." Saddened by that answer, S'vana buried her face in her knees and sighed heavily into them. Feeling her anxiety start to well up, her desire to consume sweets grew. It was the only way for her to bring her anxiety down. Slipping her hand into one of the pouches on her belt, her hand grabbed at nothing. Oh yeah...She ran out of candy a couple of days ago. Getting more would be difficult, especially in Outland. Sighing again, she just hugged her knees tight.

G'veena's ears flickered at the other's sighs, her head turning slightly to cast a quick glance towards them. How did this one manage to succeed among all others? She wondered. More importantly, why did a cretin like her decide to become one in the first place? She stared at them for a long moment, contemplating whether or not to ask before taking in a deep breath. "I have a question for you if you care to answer, seeing as how I've answered yours."

"...Mh?" S'vana lifted her head up slightly and turned her head towards G'veena. "Uh...Sure. Ask away."

She stared up at S'vana for a long moment before flat out asking. "Why did someone like you decide to become a Demon Hunter?"

If she still had eyelids, she'd be blinking at the Kaldorei's question. "Oh...I uh...um..."

"Are you a child being called upon during the middle of class? Or are you an adult that knows how to properly speak?" Well, S'vana had a long ways to go to be able to speak 'properly.' Taking into consideration the amount of time that she's known them, it would take a spell or a miracle for that to happen. Neither of them were something that the Kaldorei wanted to put effort into doing.

Frowning at what she assumed to be an insult, S'vana just responded with a slight nod, "I'm an adult..." Taking in a deep breath, she hid her face in her knees again. "...Ya' 'eard 'bout my people's lands gettin' messed up real bad yea'?"

G'veena nodded.

"Well...m' folks...died durin' tha' attack an' I uh...realized a lot of things afta' things started t' settle." She paused for a moment to collect her thoughts before continuing, "...There was nothin' tha' I could've done at all durin' tha'...I was jus' a lass tha' knew 'ow t' fish well an' stuff...Not a lass tha' knew 'ow t' 'old a blade t' protect 'er family." She sighed again, "...So I uh...decided t' go with th' Prince when 'e told everyone tha' 'e'd be goin' with Illidan t' 'elp...ya' know...find a way t' 'elp keep our addiction at bay before it took ova' us."

"And what caused you to believe that you'd be fit to become a Demon Hunter?" G'veena asked, showing mild interest for once in her life. Very mild interest. It was more than what she gave to others.

"...When I arrived at th' temple with anotha' group, I saw all these demon 'unta's talkin' 'bout stuff an' ova'eard some of them talkin' 'bout wha' they did before. Seems like th' general consensus is tha' they wanted t' get back at th' ones tha' messed up their lives. Now th' uh...Legion didn't mess up my life as much. Th' Scourge was responsible fer' all of it. I jus'...wanted t' ya' know...be able t' do somethin'. A way fer' me t' prove t' people tha' I ain't a dumb lass tha' jus' knows 'ow t' catch fish. Tha' an'...I know m' folks were 'appy with whateva' path I decided fer' myself back before our Kingdom got messed up. I thought I'd make them 'appier by doin' somethin' tha'd show t' them tha' I did somethin' fer' th' benefit of all of us even if it messed me up fer' life because of it. I 'ad nothin' t' lose t' be 'onest. I eitha' poke out m' eyes an' eat a demon or...I go back 'ome, return' t' m' ol' life, an' try t' 'elp rebuild. All of tha' while knowin' I 'ad th' chance t' do somethin' uh...different. Sorry if I'm ramblin' too much." She mumbled out.

Admittedly, G'veena's interest in them grew after hearing their story. Slowly sitting up, she leaned forward in her seat and rested one arm atop her knee, her gaze never breaking away from the other. Their words struck a chord in her heart, much more than she ever expected from someone like them. "I see. How did you defeat your demon when you summoned it? Yours is an observer correct? It had to have a vast collection of spells to use against you, yes?"

Hearing the Kaldorei's response, she turned her head back towards them. Realizing that they were sitting up with their full attention focused on her, she stared at them in surprise. Maybe this one doesn't hate her after all...The thought appeared in her mind. "Uh...Yea', 'e's one of th' big floatin' eyeball demons. I call 'im 'Z' cuz uh...it's easier fer' me t' say." An awkward laugh leaves her lips. "As t' 'ow I defeated 'im...Uh, as soon as 'e popped up I made a deal with 'im. If I beat 'im in this game then 'e can 'ave m' body fer' free. If I won though, I get t' eat 'is 'eart."

G'veena stared back at S'vana in faint surprise, "A game? You not only convinced an observer to play a game but you bested them in it? Which game?"

Letting out an embarrassed laugh, S'vana nods. "...Checkas. Tha' game where ya' get like a uh...chess board but instead of chess pieces, ya' use those small discs instead. Th' goal of it is t' get all of yer' opponents pieces or make it impossible fer' them t' continue."

"...Checkers?" G'veena responded flatly in disbelief. Checkers. She had played this a few times before in the past. "You...bested an observer demon in a game of checkers?"

"...Yep." She gave the Kaldorei a sheepish smile. "Did th' easiest trick in th' book. Lured 'im in an' made 'im think tha' 'e was winnin' before takin' almost all of 'is pieces in one move."

Silence fell upon G'veena after S'vana told her how they won against an observer demon. Checkers...Checkers. This girl. This short, lowborn girl that would be kicked out of any Noble party the moment she speaks bested a demon in a game of checkers. A game.

"...G'veena?" She called out to them, slightly anxious about their silence.

"Checkers...A game that does not require much in mental prowess and you were able to best an observer demon, a demon who should arguably have the highest intelligence out of all the demons in the universe."

"Uh...huh." S'vana nodded, shrinking away slightly. Maybe she's about to get yelled at. Oh no...

After a moment, G'veena's shoulder slowly started to shake before she started to let out what sounded like...genuine laughter?

S'vana's eyes went wide at this, her ears flickering rapidly. "G-G'veena? You...You alright?" She asked, worried that she might've broken them. Or maybe they snapped and this is their way of dealing with it.

Laughing still, G'veena gave a slight nod to S'vana's concerns, one hand lifting up to wave it off. Oh Elune, she never thought she'd be able to laugh like this again, let alone do it because of this low--No, this one wasn't a lowborn. At least not to her anymore. There was much more to this one than she expected. Far much more. After her laughter died down, she lets out a relaxed sigh. "...S'vana Skyspear was it?"

Again, S'vana's eyes remained wide, her ears flickering still as she nods. "A-aye...tha's me."

"You have surprised me this night, very much so. For starters, you managed to make me laugh again after several millennia. Genuine laughter too if I might add. Although I did not express my thoughts vocally, I would like to apologize for them regardless. You are not the fool that I believed you to be. You are far from it. In fact, you have far more wit than half of the hunters that I have met." She praised them with a small smile on her lips.

For the most part, S'vana was speechless. G'veena didn't seem to be the sort of person that would laugh or even apologize for that matter. "Uh...Um...T-thank ya'?" She sheepishly replied.

Snorting softly at that, G'veena nods. "Consider this the highest of compliments that you'll ever receive from me."

"Um...Uh...O-okay?" S'vana asked, not wanting to mess this up. She's going to assume that she's on their good side now. "I still don't think I'm uh...as smart as ya' say I am t' be 'onest..."

"That may be true in some respect, but you underestimate yourself." G'veena replied before laying back down on her bedroll.

"O-Okay?" S'vana replied again. She didn't know what to say other than that. She'll just...go to sleep now. She doesn't want to botch this up.

"Skyspear."

"Y-yea?" S'vana sheepishly responded.

"Where do you plan on going after we return to Azeroth?"

"Oh...Uh...I was thinkin' 'ome but...tha' might be a bad idea afta' wha' ya' said t'night." She frowned at that.

"Do you still wish to continue your training?"

S'vana looked over at G'veena. "...Trainin'? Uh...It's not done?"

The Kaldorei snorted. "Of course not. Do you honestly think that a few months is all it takes to become a Demon Hunter?"

"...Uh...Now tha' ya' mention it...Probably not."

"So, do you still wish to continue your training?" G'veena asked again.

Pausing to think, S'vana took in a deep breath and nodded, "Y-yea, I still want t'. I made it this far. Why wouldn’t I?"

"Starting from tomorrow, you must keep up with me until we reach our destination."

"Okay...Wha's our destination?"

"Feralas. One of my many hiding places in Azeroth."

S'vana slowly nods. Isn't that place in Kalimdor? She's never been there before. "Aight...Wha' 'appens afta' we get there?"

"The rest of your training." G'veena responded. "I'll be turning in for the night now. You should do the same."

Again, S'vana nodded. Taking in a deep breath, she laid down on her bedroll with her eyes closed. Before she fell asleep, she spent the night trying to process what had happened. This demon hunter who she met several days ago has decided to train her. Her of all people. She was certain that they hated her considering their previous attitude towards her. After tonight, that didn't seem to be the case. Admittedly, she felt happy that their attitude changed, even more when they offered her a chance to continue what she has learned. Sighing happily at this, she got as comfortable as she could and waited for sleep to take over.

#wow char stuff #cretin demon hunter #She made friends

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