#why must you make me wanna abandon ship to hang with you guys!!

[killjoy-prince]

They're so silly :3c

[parker-razor]

show me, feel me, teach me - ch. 4

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female!reader x mando

word count: 2.8k

series summary: during a drinking game, you let slip that you don’t know much about sex. mando offers to show you what you’ve been missing, and you happily accept.

warnings: smut that’s so filthy it’s insane (extended warnings under the cut), lotssss of fluff, mentions of insecurities

a/n: today’s the first day i didn’t have to work in awhile and i had to write some more... this chapter in particular made me all blushy so lemme grab my vibrator real quick

extended warnings: somnophilia, oral (m and f receiving), thigh riding, grinding, cum eating, masturbation, multiple orgasms

*****

You watched Mando as he hauled the heavy, limp bounty up the ramp of the ship. You had offered to help, but Mando, ever the gentleman, refused. So, you and the kid watched him drag the lifeless body into the Crest, and into carbonite.

Apparently, Mando had gotten so excited to see you when he made it back to the ship last night that he abandoned the body at the foot of the ship and scurried inside and into your quarters. It wasn’t like the body was going anywhere, Mando had argued. He just needed to see you.

After your little… chat over the comm, Mando was still rearing to be with you. As soon as you had fallen asleep at the end of your call, he jumped to his feet and continued on his hunt at a speed he had yet to hunt at. He had thought that after getting some of his drive for you out of his system that he could rest for a while before he kept hunting. But just the opposite happened; hearing your voice, your moans, the way your words hit him right in the chest… Maker he just had to get back to you.

He couldn’t help himself when he saw you splayed out on your bed. Your tank top was almost see through, and you only had a pair of underwear on as bottoms. He just needed a taste.

After he quietly stripped his armor and clothes off him, he gently pulled your underwear down to your knees and knelt down on the bed. He must’ve not smelled too great after days of hunting, but he was too drunk on your presence to be self-conscious.

He couldn’t stop himself from delving between your thighs, making out with your dripping cunt. It must have still been wet from your earlier orgasm, or maybe you were dreaming of him. Maker, he hoped you were.

You were asleep, so it didn’t totally matter if he tasted you with any technique or rhythm. Flicking your clit with no real purpose other than to have your taste in his mouth, to have his tongue flooded with your essence. His cock hardened at an ungodly rate, and he couldn’t help but start stroking himself fast. He didn’t care about his pleasure, or frankly your pleasure; he just wanted to taste you.

All the sudden, he heard you speak up, and you were coming into his mouth with a vengeance, and he came all over his hand with you.

He didn’t want to bother you too much, so he figured one orgasm was enough (for now). He crawled up to you, kissing your shoulders and your neck and your cheeks. You had no doubt fallen back to sleep by then, and Mando was overwhelmed with sleep as well. He drifted off with his head rested on your chest, your hands carded through his curls as his breathing slowed.

Mando had never been with a woman like he had been with you. Sure, he hadn’t technically been with you in the biblical sense just yet, but this was so different. He had had one-night stands when he had time to spare on a hunt, some girl in a bar who gawked at his armor who he figured would be willing to let him get his frustrations out. A grateful damsel he saved, who was coincidentally being attacked by the bounty he was tracking. Not many women, but enough to know just what he was doing and just how to make someone writhe in pleasure.

But you… you were radiant.

Your beauty was unconventional; your skin rolled around your waist, your stomach hung over just a little with stretch marks littering your inner thighs and hips. When you slept, your neck folded into little rolls. But Mando adored all of it. Not in a patronizing way, but because you were truly just gorgeous. Not despite of your flaws, but because of them. They weren’t flaws to Mando, they were just what made you more and more perfect.

Many of the women he had been with exaggerated their pleasure. It wasn’t fake, just turned up a bit because they figured it would make Mando more confident. Mando hated that, when women would be dramatic when displaying their pleasure. You never did that, though. Your sounds were… primal. Like you were trying to hold them in, but you felt so good that you couldn’t help it. They were involuntary grunts, yells, and gasps. Just the memory of it made Mando hard under his armor.

Not to mention, you had never felt this way before. You didn’t know that there was an expectation for women to be loud and exaggerated in bed. The sounds you made were all you, and that is what got to Mando most.

Mando was pulled out of his daydreams as you approached him, feeling around his arms and shoulders.

“Do you have any cuts? What do you need treated? We don’t have a ton of bacta kits left, but if you really need it then-“

“I’m okay, I’m not hurt. Just a little bruised. All I want is some food and to hang out with you and the kid.”

You and Mando had grown accustomed to eating or drinking back-to-back since the drinking game that started all of this. It was better than Mando locking himself away in his quarters; he hadn’t shared a meal with someone in years. But being able to chat with you and enjoy his food was a luxury.

“What did this guy do?” you asked as you munched on some bread and cheese.

“No clue. They never really tell me, which I kinda get. A lot of these guys are scum bags, they should be ashamed,” Mando responded, taking a sip of water.

“Did this one put up a fight?”

“At first, but then he realized he couldn’t beat me.” You shivered for a moment, thinking about Mando’s strength. You knew the armor added another layer to make him seem bigger and stronger, but even without it he was built. He didn’t have a six-pack, he wasn’t totally shredded, but Maker, was he strong. His arms, his chest, his broad fucking shoulders, they made you needy. You had seen him knock out a man in one punch, some guy who had grabbed your ass at a bar. You didn’t know at the time why you felt an ache between your legs when you saw that, but now you do after your lessons.

After you had both eaten and fed Grogu, Mando decided it was time to depart to catch his second bounty. You grabbed any gear still lingering outside the ship, secured any loose weapons, and in no time Mando was preparing to take off. You were off to Naboo this time, a planet you had been dying to visit. Almost all of the planets Mando had taken you to were either barren or covered in buildings, large urban areas. Naboo was green, apparently, with beautiful buildings and cascading waterfalls. You couldn’t wait.

Mando sat in the pilot’s chair as you sat behind him in the passenger’s seat. Grogu, still exhausted from the three-day strike on sleep, snoozed in his enclosed pram in the captain’s quarters. So it was just you and Mando…

It was a bumpy takeoff; although Mando was a great pilot, the Crest wasn’t exactly shiny and new. The ship left Tattoine’s atmosphere, and after a few minutes of cruising in empty space, Mando put the ship into hyperspace.

It was quiet as Mando hit some random buttons and you watched the stars fly by you at an insane speed. You thought about last night, not remembering much other than coming hard. Were you dreaming? You remember waking to Mando’s arms around your waist and his face buried in your chest, but everything during the night was a blur.

“When… when you came back last night, did you fall right to sleep? Or did you-“

“Eat your pussy? Yeah, I just wanted to taste you. I hope that’s okay.” You gulped, slightly shocked at Mando’s bluntness. You were only really used to hearing him talk dirty while in the act, not him bringing it up so casually. You squirmed a bit in your seat, causing Mando to turn back to look at you.

“What, you like that? You like that I couldn’t wait for you to wake up before I tasted your cum? Yeah, I bet you do, pretty girl,” he rasped, making you whine and your legs clench together.

“Why don’t you come sit?”

“I’m… already sitting, Mando.”

“No, come sit over here, with me. On me.” Stars.

You rose from your seat as Mando turned his chair to face you so you’d have room to sit without the control panel in the way. His legs spread, and he sat back in his chair with his arms resting on his knees. Kriff, he looked so fucking good.

You weren’t sure how Mando wanted you to sit on him, so you straddled one of his thighs, gasping as the hard metal plate met your core.

“Oh, is that what you want, sweet thing? You wanna sit on my thigh?”

“Yeah Mando, can I please?”

“Of course, baby, just wasn’t expecting you to sit on me like that.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself in closer to him. As you moved closer, you couldn’t ignore the way it felt when you rubbed yourself on his armored thigh. It felt fucking good, the same friction you felt when Mando would use his fingers on you. Out of instinct, you couldn’t help but do it again.

“Oh fuck, is my good girl gonna grind on my thigh? Does that feel good?” You whined, Mando’s hands grasping your hips to encourage your movements. “Go ahead, baby, get yourself off on me. Take what’s yours.”

“M-Mando… feels s-so good…” Your hips sped up as the friction continued to nurse the ache growing in your cunt.

“Want it to feel better, honey? Here, let me show you,” Mando groaned, lifting you so you were planted not on his thigh, but directly over his crotch. He wasn’t wearing a codpiece, you didn’t expect him to when all he was doing was flying. So you gasped when you felt his hard cock rub up against you cunt.

“Oh, s-stars, Mando, I like this a lot…”

“Yeah? You like feeling my cock rub on you? Go ahead, grind on it, make yourself feel good.” His grip on your hips were bruising as you ground your pussy hard onto his crotch. The head of his cock nudged itself right against your clit between your clothes, making your eyes cross and hands grasp at Mando’s shoulders.

“Oh, I bet that feels s-so good, pretty girl, it feels good for m-me too… Fuck, I can feel how wet you are, it’s seeping through my pants. Keep going, you’re doing so good for me.”

Your moans got louder and louder, sounding out as “uh uhs.” Your eyebrows creased together, and Mando grabbed your cheeks to tilt your eyes down towards his.

“Look at me, baby, let me see you when you cum. Let me look into your eyes. Maker, your p-pussy is so wet, I can feel it. Come on baby I know you wanna cum, go ahead and cum.” You were shouting now, your moans echoing in the cockpit. This was the closest the two of you had gotten to fucking, and the idea of Mando’s cock being so close to your cunt sent you over the edge.

Warmth flooded you, and your legs shook violently as you came. Your thighs clenched over and over around his hips, keeping your eyes right on his visor.

“Fuck, Mando, fuck fuck, Mando, Mando!”

“Yeah, that’s it, good girl. So f-fucking good for me.” As you came down, you noticed Mando was still hard. And you still wanted him.

“Can… Can I have you? In my mouth?”

“Shit, baby, you want me to cum in your mouth?”

“Please, Mando, want you to feel good. Want your cock down my throat.” You shakily climbed off his lap and knelt to the ground. Your hands trembled as they came up to his pants, tugging at the waistband until his cock sprung up against his armor. You looked at the thigh you had just been grinding on, and saw there was a wet spot staining his armor. It made you want to cum again.

“I’m not gonna last long baby, already so close,” Mando rasped out, his chest heaving up and down in anticipation.

“I don’t care, I just need you to tell me what to do.”

“Gladly, sweet girl. Start by licking the tip, yeah just like that.” You flicked the bead of precum leaking from Mando’s cock, his taste flooding your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the tip, eventually licking down his shaft. You had almost forgotten how big he was… almost.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good. Y-You want to put it in your mouth now? You got this, baby, take it nice and- oh f-fuck me.” Your actions interrupted Mando’s train of thought, his cock entering the warm wet of your mouth. You weren’t totally sure what to do from there; Mando had just said he wanted his cock in your mouth, so now what?

“Okay, baby, you know how you stroked my cock with your hand the other day? Just do the same with your mouth, and suck while you do it. G-gonna do so well for me, I know it.” You did as he said, and his reaction was instantaneous. He moaned out so loud you’d think the whole ship could hear it. It finally hit you that Mando’s cock was in your mouth, and stars if that didn’t make a new wave of wetness flood your inner thighs. You couldn’t stop yourself from pushing your hand down your pants, rubbing your clit like Mando taught you as you sucked on him.

“H-Holy shit, baby, are you touching yourself? You rubbing that little clit? Do I make you that wet, pretty one? F-Fuck you’re doing so good, feels so good. Y-You’re a natural…” His words made you moan around his cock, the vibrations making his hips buck up into your mouth. For a second he was worried he’d gone too far, until you pushed your head down even further.

“Fuck, such a g-good girl for me, g-gonna cum in your m-mouth, d-don’t stoppp.” You sucked hard at the tip as your fingers circled faster on your clit, and you were already falling over the edge. Mando’s cum flooded your mouth as he moaned out your name, and his taste made you writhe on your fingers, white flooding your vision. The whines around Mando’s cock as you came made his orgasm last even longer, leaving him totally breathless. It took him a moment to realize that you were still probably holding his cum in your mouth, causing him to jump up and come to your aid.

“Shit, baby, here’s a rag, you can-“ He was stopped short when he noticed you breathing heavily below you, mouth agape and… empty.

“Wait, what did you do with…”

“I swallowed it. I like how you taste,” you whined, totally out of breath and fucked out. Mando’s head hit the back of his seat in awe of how hot you were, swallowing his cum the first time you took him in your mouth, just because you liked it.

“Fuck, come here, baby. Come sit in my lap, let me love on you.” You clambered up into his lap with shaky legs, overwhelmed with the amount of dopamine that flooded your brain. You were still trying to catch your breath as you rested your head on his shoulder as he rubbed your back. These were the moments you held with you when Mando was gone; his comforting touch, how gentle he was despite the damage you knew he could do. You kissed the sliver of skin that peaked out between his collar and his helmet, at which he pulled you in closer to his chest.

All the sudden you heard a crash from below the cockpit and a loud wail… Grogu.

*****

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[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

COSMIC - S1:E6; Chapter Six, The Monster - [Pt. 1]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘌𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘠/𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘵�� 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘌𝘭𝘴𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘑𝘰𝘺𝘤𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘣’𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴.

|| 𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

Joyce and Hopper sat opposite one another at the kitchen table of the Byers' home. The house was cold and hardly lit, copies of newspaper clippings scattered all around the house. One of the only light sources was a dusty chandelier that hung from the kitchen ceiling above the table and their heads, illuminating the several papers.

"Look, we gotta go through this again." Joyce insisted.

"I told you everything that I saw."

"Oh, gosh," she sighs into her hands. "Tell me again."

"Upstairs or downstairs?" Hopper asked.

"Upstairs."

"There was a laboratory. It was where they must do experiments or something, and then there was... well you see, like I said, I got turned around."

Hopper was currently sharing all he had encountered on his rogue mission at Hawkins National Laboratory. Joyce, all the while was hanging on his every word.

"I told you, it was like, I don't know, it wasn't supposed to exist. That whole area, it was abandoned and... forgotten, like it was all some big mistake. Once I found my way back, I saw that... kid's room. That other kid's room, I mean. Like it was actually used, but it didn't even look like a kid's room, neither of them did. It looked like a prison."

Hopper sighed and rubbed the bottom of his palms into his eyes tiredly, is fingers held the lit cigarette inches away from his face as he did so. "If that even makes sense,"

"Well," Joyce began, trying to get to the bottom of this never ending mystery. "So why would you think it was a kid's room, then?"

"Because, I told you, the size of the bed, there was a drawing, there was a stuffed animal--"

Joyce interrupted the man quickly. "Y-You didn't say there was a drawing."

"Yeah, there was a drawing of a... an adult and a child. It said 'Eleven' on it."

"Was it good?" Joyce pressed.

"It was a kid's drawing, Joyce. It was stick figures."

Joyce had a knowing look on her face as she stood up with a sigh, retrieving a piece of crinkled line paper and slammed it down on the table for Hopper to see.

She pointed to the detailed drawing as she sat back down.

"Wasn't Will." She stated confidently, shakily bringing the cigarette back up to her lips.

Hopper examined the drawing and everything seemed to click. He returned his gaze to the anxious mother. Hopper quickly put out his cigarette in the ashtray and made a beeline for the coffee table.

"Earl..." he muttered, as he made his way into the living room. Joyce, who had abandoned her cigarette, was right on his heels.

"The night that Benny died, Earl said he saw some kid with a shaved head with Benny," Hopper and Joyce took a seat beside one another on the living room couch, Hopper's eyes fixed on the several news clippings splayed along the wooden coffee table. "Now, I pressed him, he said it might be Will, but maybe..."

The man began shifting through the papers, and Joyce spoke up.

"Wait... Maybe, it wasn't?"

Hopper pulled the article he had been looking for and pointed to the fuzzy photograph of the woman in the article.

"Look... this woman, Terry Ives, she claims to have lost her daughter, Jane. She sued Brenner, she sued the government... Now, the claims came to nothing, but what if... I mean, what if this whole time I've been... I've been looking for Will... I've been chasing after some other kid?"

|| 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

Everything is a mess.

Will is still missing, the party is falling apart, Mike and Lucas are still angsty messes that won't speak to one another, and now, El left us. She probably thinks I hate her.

'But I don't! I was just scared'

(Ok but like,,,, who else ships El and reader cause damn I've been giving myself feels lately, dang)

'We need to fix this'

I sigh and sit up from my bed and make my my way to Dustin's room.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"I just... I can't believe she didn't come back." Mike sighed.

Dustin and I agreed we needed to talk some sense into the rest of the party. So we got our bikes and made our way to Mike's. Dustin was standing opposite Mike while I currently occupied one of the D&D chairs I had pulled up. Mike was worriedly pacing the floor in front of us.

"She's gotta be close." Dustin offered.

"She said it wasn't safe. She just messed up the compasses because she wanted to protect us. She didn't betray us."

"Mike, calm down."

Mike only ignored Dustin and kept talking, more to himself than anybody it seemed.

"I shouldn't have yelled at her. I never should've done that."

"Mike, this isn't your fault." Dustin said.

"Yeah, it's Lucas'."

"It wasn't his fault, either." Dustin countered softly.

For the first time in what felt like ages, Mike stopped in his tracks. He looked at my brother dumbfounded and took a few steps in his direction. "It wasn't his fault?"

"No."

"So you're saying he wasn't way out of line?"

"Totally, but so were you!"

"What?"

"And so was Eleven."

"That's ridiculous! Y/n, tell him he's being ridiculous!"

Very calmly, I stood up with my arms crossed and stood next to my brother, and sighed, eyes fixed on Mike. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but Dustin is absolutely right."

Mike seemed even more furious. "Oh, give me a break!"

Dustin snapped at these words and stormed up to Mike. "No, Mike, you give me a break! All three of you were being a bunch of little assholes! Y/n and I were the only reasonable ones! But the bottom line is... you pushed first. And you know the rules. You draw first blood..."

"No! No way! I'm not shaking his hand."

"You're shaking his hand." I press, stepping forward.

He was sure to make eye contact with me over Dustin's shoulder as he spoke. "No, I'm not."

So I strode toward him and gave him a slight glare.

"This isn't a discussion. This is the rule of law. Obey or be banished from the party. Do you wanna be banished?" I asked firmly.

Mike crossed his arms and pouted before speaking up meekly. "No."

"Good!" I chirp, my face beaming as if we hadn't just been fighting which seem to only terrify him more.

I all but skipped over to the chair grabbing my coat, Dustin following my actions.

"Where are we going?" Mike asked with a hint of frustration.

"Where do you think?" Dustin asked as he put his arms through the sleeves of his coat.

"We're going to get Lucas." I finished, straightening my jacket then looked back to Mike.

My face softened and I tilted my head slightly. "And then we're gonna find Eleven."

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The three of us stood on Lucas's porch and I rang the doorbell. We stood waiting until the door swung open and Lucas stood there glaring at all three of us, but mostly Mike.

"What do you want?" He spit, resting his hands in his pockets.

There was brief silence which was then interrupted by a muffled smack of Dustin hitting Mike in the arm.

Mike sighed softly and looked to Lucas, clearly hating every second of this.

"I drew first blood, so..." he extended his hand for Lucas to shake but Lucas didn't move.

Great. Of course nobody was going to make anything easy. Why would they?

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Somehow I had convinced Lucas to let us all in and now, we all stood in the middle of his living room as he paced silently across the floor considering Mike's offer. He finally stopped and stared at the three of us.

"Okay, I'll shake."

Mike sighed what I barely made out to be a "finally" as he extended his arm out once more. Dustin and I perked up, that was until Lucas continued.

"On one condition. We forget the weirdo and go straight to the gate." He finished, arms crossed defiant.

"Then the deal's off." Mike barked.

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

"No, no, not fine! Guys seriously?" Dustin yelled, as I threw my head back frustrated.

Dustin forced Mike to face him as he spoke. "Do you even remember what happened on the Bloodstone Pass?"

Lucas and Mike shared a confused glance.

Dustin seemed shocked and offended that they had no recollection and continued.

"We couldn't agree on what path to take, so we all split up the party and those trolls took us out one by one. And it all went to shit. And we were all disabled! So we stick together, no matter what!"

"Yeah, I agree. But this is the party, right here in this room."

"El is one of us now."

"Um, no, she's not. Not even close! Never will be. She's a liar, a traitor--"

"She was just trying to keep us safe! She didn't mean to hurt you. It was an accident!"

"An accident?"

"All right, accident or not... admit it, it was a little awesome." Dustin said.

"Awesome?"

"Yeah, she threw you in the air with her mind!"

"I could have been killed!"

"Would everybody just shut up for one second, please!" I snap.

Everybody looks to me, a shocked expression on their faces.

I step forward and begin my long awaited  rant.

"I am sick of your attitude." I point at Lucas. "I am sick of your whining." I point to Mike. "I am sick of all three of you bickering," I gesture to all of them. "I love you guys and I can't thank you enough for taking me in and including me, know that, but GOD I am tired of being stuck listening to you boys argue about every little thing!"

I myself began pacing, my voice continuously rising. "I'm sick of putting up with all your petty arguing when we should be looking for Will only to come home at the end of the day, having found NOTHING and crying my eyes out because the only person who never gave a shit about who started what is missing and probably dead!"

I stopped pacing and looked to the boys who were all silent. I sighed and lowered my voice. "Lucas, you're right. You could have been killed. Which is exactly why we need her. She is more powerful than all of us combined."

"Y/n's right. Do you seriously wanna fight the Demogorgon with your wrist rocket?" Mike said, anger still in his voice. "That's like R2-D2 going to fight Darth Vader. We're no use to Will if we're dead."

Lucas looked torn for a moment, but then he shook his head and pointed at the three of us. There was disappointment in his voice. "If you three wanna waste your time looking for a traitor, go ahead, 'cause I'm not spending my time on her anymore. No way!"

I sighed, putting my face in my hands. Lucas continued.

"I'm going to the gate. I'm going to find Will."

Lucas shoved the boys aside and stormed off, leaving the three of us alone in more ways than one.

[superhero--imagines]

A/N: I liked this request so much, I’m making it into a (short) series. Maybe three/four parts. This is mostly going to be a comedy, so feel free to leave any critiques you have in the comments! If you want to be tagged for the series just lmk!

You met Nightwing first. You were a hostage during a bank robbery that had gone bad. Not that you were worried, you were sure any second now a superhero would come bursting through that door to save the day.

This is the third time this week you’ve been inconvenienced by a villain. You pull out your textbook. All these villains are really starting to get in the way of your study schedule.

If you’re going to be stuck here for a while, you might as well catch up on studying for your test. You can’t have read more than ten pages when Nightwing comes bursting down from the ceiling.

Hooray, at long last your hero has arrived.

You’re about to pack up your things and get ready to leave when you notice someone’s holding a book out to you.It’s Nightwing in all his glory, scanning the cover of you book.

He looks younger than you had thought, in fact you can even see a few dots of acne on the sides of his face. He’s so close you can smell his aftershave too.

“Gotham university? Cool! I go th-“ suddenly his mouth clamors shut. “I-I mean, it’s really good to see more woman getting a good education and developing themselves” it’s a weird compliment, especially considering women in this city tend to be more educated than men considering the Wayne Foundation’s work. But you don’t want to make a big deal out of it.

“Thanks” You take your book back and head on your way. It’s only later that night when you’re about to wind down for the night finishing the chapter you started during the bank robbery, that you notice Nightwing autographed the cover

“What does he expect me to do? Tear of the cover and frame it?” You shake your head, but you can’t help but laugh. What a funny man.

You meet Dick Grayson shortly after. Well, meet is the wrong word. You’d say it was more like Dick Grayson met you.

You always knew of him, everyone did. He’s the school’s golden boy after all. All dimpled smiles, and shiny baby blue eyes, he had a legion of women trailing after him everywhere he went.

A golden boy who, for some reason chose to sit next to you in the 10 a.m lecture course, abandoning his usual spot surrounded by his fan girls.

You usually sit in the middle, not too close, and not to far. An inconspicuous place, for a person who doesn’t want to attract too much attention.

“Woah is that Nightwing‘s autograph?” The golden boy’s grinning as he looks at your text book. You can feel the eyes bore into you. “How did you get it?”

“I was a hostage in a bank robbery” the words leave your mouth in a monotone. It’s only after you’ve said it that you realize you have most of the classes attention now.

Right, inconspicuous.

“Are you okay? That must have been pretty rough.” Another classmate asks, her names Cassie or Cassandra or something. Almond shaped eyes bore into you as you shrug.

“Stuff like that happens all the time in Gotham, it isn’t that big of a deal”

Everyone in class thinks you’re super cool after that.

“Hey (Y/N), you wanna join our study group?” It’s a few of the girls from your class, Cassandra the girl from earlier, and a blonde name Stephanie. You know her name because she’s always getting called on by the professor for not paying attention.

You’ve seen them hanging out together before, and you found yourself a little jealous of their friendship. Maybe the three of you can be friends like that too.

“Sure”

The night air is warm, it’s hard to believe it will be fall in a few more weeks.

“This humidity is crazy” Dick says rubbing his neck.

It’s even harder to believe the golden boy is walking next to you too.

When you showed up at the apartment in the nicer part of campus, you weren’t expecting to see Dick open the door. You should have realized, of course Dick’s friends with the coolest girls on your class. And of course they host their study group out of his apartment. Being Bruce Wayne’s adopted son certainly comes with it perks. His apartment was so fancy, it had a chandelier in the foyer.

Still it was kinda fun. Though honestly calling it a “study group” was going too far. It was basically ten minutes of studying and two hours of chatting. Then all of a sudden Stephanie and Cassandra wanted snacks and alcohol. Frowning as they rummaged through Dick’s kitchen only to find cereal and milk.

And that’s how you ended up here, walking side by side with the golden boy himself. You’re walking on the outskirts of campus in the nicer part of town, heading towards the convenience store.

You’re not really sure why he had to come along, probably because it isn’t safe to walk alone so late at night.

“So you met Nightwing huh?” Dick says to break the awkward silence. You can’t help but raise an eyebrow. He’s weirdly obsessed with that hero.

“Yeah, why are you a fan?” You ask, you don’t miss the slight blush that forms on his face.

“Kinda yeah, what was he like?” His eyes are bright as he looks at you, the blush only creeping onto his face further. You think back, it was a brief encounter, you didn’t really think anything of it.

“He has acne” You can tell by the look on Dick’s face that wasn’t what he wanted to hear.

“Y-yeah and what’s wrong with that? It must be from stress, and it must be hard keeping a good diet when you’re fighting crime all the time.” Dick’s flustered. He’s getting awfully defensive for a complete stranger.

Suddenly it hits you like a lightening bolt. The golden boy had a crush on Nightwing. You totally get it, all those muscles in that skin tight suit, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little turned on yourself just thinking about it. You steal another glance of his blushing face. If anyone has a chance with Nightwing it’s Dick. Who wouldn’t be weak to that smile and charm? You totally ship it.

You place a hand on his shoulder, baby blue eyes meet your own. You’re looking at him with such serious eyes, he wonders if you’re going to tell him something reassuring about acne or how Nightwing is an an amazing hero.

“I support you.” You tell him with a thumbs up.

Richard has no idea what you’re talking about, but he doesn’t want to embarrass you.

Then all at once it hits him, like a lightening bolt. (The sane lightening bolt that struck you a few minutes prior) He must have given away that he’s Nightwing! You’re really smart, he’s noticed you’re name on the dean’s list almost every semester.

But how’d you figure it out?

His hand flutters to the side of his face, fingertips brushing over the few pimples that popped up last week. You must have realized who he was since the acne spot matched the place it was on Nightwing!

He stares at the thumbs up you gave him. this must be you showing support for his vigilante activities!

He feels his eyes water slightly as he nods. He’s always known you were a gentle and kind soul. But he can’t believe you’re supportive as well, he feels himself falling even further in love with you.

“Would you mind keeping it a secret?, it’s good to know I have a friend like you to support me but not everyone does, yknow?” You nod, he’s Bruce Wayne’s adopted son. It makes sense those old-money geezers have narrow minded views on love. They probably want him to be with a nice girl from a wealthy family.

It must have been so painful for him growing up, hiding who he really was. Wishing he could just be loved the way he is, but knowing deep down that there were parts of him those people would never accept. Your heart aches for him.

“Don’t worry, just follow your dreams, I’ll keep your secret!” There’s fire in your eyes, and Dick brushes away the tears that have formed in the corner of your eyes.

The two of you board the miscommunication train without another thought, walking side by side with completely different interpretations of the conversation you just shared.

You excuse yourself to the bathroom when you get back, after heaving two large bags of snacks onto the dining room table.

Stephanie looks at Dick expectantly when she hears the bathroom door shut.

“So how’d it go? Did you guys get closer?” She practically bouncing as a smile spreads across Dick’s face.

“You know, I think we did!” He’s practically beaming, his grin so wide it almost consumes his face. Stephanie lets out a squeal and Dick laughs.

Well you two are closer now, but not for the reason he thinks.

You’re washing your hands, taking in your reflection. You’re not really sure why, but you have this feeling that school’s going to get a lot more interesting now.

[amane-by-together]

Blue Hour || Amane Yugi pt. 4/5

(Amane Yugi x Fem!Reader)

genre: romance, drama and a bit of fantasy

summary: in which the yugi twins, kou minamoto and sousuke mitsuba went to find [name]

"The night without a single starlight, the path we walked on is lonely and regretful"

It was around 7:15 am when Amane woke up from his bed. He scratched his messy hair while looking at Tsukasa hugging his pillow with a tiny drool on the side of his lips. The older twin hopped off the bed as he made his way to his sleeping brother. “Oi Tsukasa, wake up we have to leave early!”

“Five more minutes” Tsukasa groaned against the pillow he was hugging. Amane's eyes twitched in annoyance. Yesterday, Tsukasa was the one pestering his older brother about being excited on the upcoming trip.

Amane lets out an exaggerated sigh, he smacked the back of his brother's head. “Ow! What the—” Tsukasa opened his eyes and rubbed the back of his head pouting. “I'm up!”

“Good.” Amane walks away from their room and went straight to the bathroom. Tsukasa rubbed the back of his head to soothe the pain. He stood up and went to the kitchen to get something to eat.

The shower room was a bit steamy since Amane activated the heater to produce hot water. He sighed, water droplets begin to trickle down from his hair to his skin. Amane placed his hands against the wall in front of him, his hair looked damped as it continues to drip droplets of water like rain.

Amane stepped out of the shower whilst wrapping a towel around his torso. He grabbed another towel to dry his hair and draped it around his neck for a little while.

After drying himself, Amane puts on his undergarments, then his oversized black shirt tuckdd in to his black cargo pants. He grabbed a belt and buckled it to his pants. Finally, he grabbed his white hoodie with a silhouette of a rocket ship as a design and puts it inside his bag.

“Tsukasa, are you done?” Amane asked, grabbing his black backpack nearby and putting on one of its straps.

Tsukasa came out, he's wearing a grey shirt with striped sleeves that has a smiley face on it. He's wearing black shorts, he doesn't like anything that covers his legs. “Yeah, I'm done!”

“Mitsuba and the Minamoto kid must be waiting for us.” Amane beckoned him to go downstairs to the doorway to change their shoes. “If we don't go early, we wouldn't be able to find her. [name] said to meet her in 5:53 pm so let's go!”

“We need some food too, Amane!” Tsukasa went to the kitchen and grabbed two packs of Lays. He stuffed it inside Amane's backpack. “Okay, that's all!”

‘I was gonna say that we're gonna eat in a fast food restaurant but that works I guess.’ Amane puts on his black chonky-soled boots. “Let's go.” he stood up as the twins went out of their house, starting their quest to find [name].

“We just have to ride two trains towards Sanaol Academy.” Mitsuba mentions. “We don't have to waste four hours of getting there.”

Kou looked over to Amane and sweatdropped. “Senpai, why are you dressing so casually? I thought we're supposed to find [name]?” he said.

“He's going to flex his fashion sense for [name].” Mitsuba smugs at Amane earning a smack from the latter, the pink haired boy is known for being a cocky bastard and a tease especially to his close friends.

“Let's go to the train station.” Amane tells the three boys who were glancing all over the place. They nodded as they followed Amane towards the nearest station to take the train towards Yokohama to [name]'s school.

The train ride took longer than they thought it would be. Tsukasa was sitting on one of the seats while texting with someone on the phone. Mitsuba and Kou were sleeping next to each other during the ride. As for Amane, he remained standing, clinging on one of the handles next to Tsukasa's seat.

Amane was listening through his headphones while scrolling through his phone. The train stopped for the people who are going to leave and the people who are going inside.

Amane has his eyes on his phone that he didn't even realize that the train was crowding with people. A certain girl wearing a fluffy jacket with a crop top underneath and a pair of cargo pants passed by the standing boy.

Then, he heard a sound that made his eyes widen. Amane looked over to the person who just passed by but they were already gone. “Amane?” Tsukasa called. “What are you looking at?”

Amane shook his head. “That was nothing.” he replied flatly.

What he did not know is that it was [name] who passed by.

Amane fell asleep while hanging on to one of the handles in the train. The train halted to its next stop making his eyes flutter open. He pulled out his phone from his pocket. “It's noon already.” he mentions.

“Wake them up.” Amane covered his mouth to yawn as he beckons Tsukasa to wake Mitsuba and Kou since they arrived to Yokohama.

The four of them stepped out of the train. Amane looked around for the person who passed by him that triggered a sound. He furrowed his eyes in confusion and shook his head. “You three want something to eat?”

“I mean, we’re hungry anyways of course we want to.” Mitsuba cocked an eyebrow at Amane as if the answer is obvious that they were hungry because of the train ride. Amane looked over to his phone, then pointed at the distance.

“There’s a fast food restaurant that we can go to.” He pointed out.

“Then what the hell were we waiting for? New Year? Let’s go!” Mitsuba waves his hands towards Kou and Tsukasa who were admiring the tall buildings and the roaming transportations. The four boys started to walk their way to a nearby restaurant. 

After ordering their food from the counter, the four of them took some seats by the window. “Now that we’re here, when do we start looking?” Kou unwrapped the wrapper that was around the burger, then took a bite from it. “You said we’ll start by going to Sanaol Academy”

“After we eat I guess.” Amane sipped on the cherry soda he was drinking, looking at the window deep in thought. He was kind of nervous of meeting [name] like he wanted to make a good impression of her. “Hmm, what should I say when we meet?”

“Give her a pick up line!” Mitsuba suggested with a cocky grin but it turned into a look of disgust after that. “But not the corny ones of course. Ew.”

“Yeah, Amane!” Tsukasa added, agreeing with Mitsuba's idea. Truth to be told, Amane is a pretty charming guy and everything about him is godly so they're sure that he can initiate a pick up line. “Tell us your best pick up line!”

Amane slowly raised his hand and awkwardly smiled. “Hi...?”

Mitsuba sat there judging Amane with a look of disgust and cringe. Tsukasa's eyes twitched and he looked like he was gonna rant out on how he should make a pick up line. “Amane, you're never gonna have a girlfriend if you stick with that.”

And so when they got out of the restaurant, Mitsuba and Tsukasa gave Amane a lecture about flirting with girls. You can't blame him though, he doesn't have any experience with girls so he has poor knowledge about it. “Maybe you two shouldn't pressure Senpai like that.” Kou worriedly looks at Amane. “Just say hi and smile at her, talk about your backgrounds and stuffs.”

Amane smiled and ruffled his junior's blonde hair. “Thanks, kid.”

“Oi!” Mitsuba whirled around to the two. “We're here in Sanaol Academy.” he pointed out to the gate of the school.

Amane's heart quickened in nervousness, could it be that he was finally meeting [name] behind those letters?

The choppy haired boy saw a girl going out from the school, he decided to go and ask her of she knew [name]. “Ah, excuse me.” Amane called the girl.

“Yo!” she greeted back with a quirkful grin. “Whaddya need?”

“Do you know someone named [name] [surname]?” Amane asked while twiddling his fingers.

“[name]-san?” the girl rubbed her chin to think and then her eyes lit up when she knew. “Oh yes! She's from my dance class!”

“[name]-san is a dancer?” Amane tilted his head.

“Yeah, she takes dancing lessons after school.” She grabbed a lollipop and plopped it inside her mouth. “But she left an hour ago after the practice.”

“Oh.” Amane felt like he was relying on false hope.

“Are you perhaps her boyfriend?”

Mitsuba let out a plfft sound, Tsukasa tried his best not to utter an 'oop' and Kou stood there wondering what the hell is going on. Amane's face turned red till the tips of his ears. “N-No! I-I'm just her friend, that's all—”

“Drop the cap, Amane.” Tsukasa cocked his head and raised his enclosed fist. “We been knew you have a thing for her—”

“Tsukasa I swear—”

“But I think I know wheres she's heading.” The girl interrupted the two twin boys from talking. “[name]-san is always heading towards that abandoned ferris wheel that she's talking about.”

‘The ferris wheel that I keep seeing in my dream and the postcard!’

“Do you know where this ferris wheel is?” Amane handed her the postcard which contains the picture of the ferris wheel.

“It wasn't that far but it wasn't that near either, I'll let you borrow my bike for that matter. Oh and my name is Yiren.”

Yiren told Amane which way he should go to the ferris wheel. The choppy haired boy nodded at every word she says. “...And then you'll see the ferris wheel.”

“That's a long way to go...” Kou commented.

Amane gets on the bike and looked at the three. He gripped on to the handle and then sets his foot down for a moment. “Tsukasa, I'll go find [name]-san, you guys should go ahead.”

“Yiren-san, thank you.” And so Amane started to pedal towards his destination to find [name].

“So that guy was [name]-san's pen pal.” Yiren smiled, crossing her arms. She looked over to the three and grinned. “Wanna go to the arcade?”

“This is a pretty bumpy ride.” Amane kept his balance steady since he's going down to a steep hill. The sky suddenly turned into a mixture of pink, purple and orange, giving it a sunset vibe. The way the wind blows against his hair as it lifted his bangs up.

Amane tried hoisting his head up to get a better look until he saw something lose his balance.

The ferris wheel.

Amane wobbled as if he was going to fall at any moment but ended up falling off the bike. He rolled down to the grassy hill, writhing in pain at the impact. Then, it stopped.

“Ahck!” Amane hissed at the pain. There was a bruise on his arm because of the fall. He couldn't get up and felt tears pricking from his eyes.

Why was he chasing someone so far? Why was he desperate to find [name]? He was almost there, almost to the ferris wheel, almost there to meeting her.

But Amane wouldn't give up that easily.

He wouldn't give up because he loves [name], and he'd come so far for looking for her.

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[b1ksh88p]

Be Mine ⛏

Plot Plot: You’ve been in a few relationships, unfortunately all ending in tragedy. You had a reputation for being a bad omen. Truly you were a sweet girl but it seemed like every single one of your lovers ended up dead or horrendously disfigured in the long run. This Valentine’s Day your boyfriend decides to jump ship for some blonde crushing the little hope you had left for your love life. In a slightly drunken haze you sneak into the mines for a rant about the cursed corporate holiday and to drown your sorrows in the solitude of the mines. But it seems like you’ve got a listener.

Tags/Warnings: Lots of cursing | Sprinkle of angst | Fluff

The cold air of the abandoned labyrinth did nothing to cool you down as you ventured further into its clutches. To put it lightly you were on fire. Every part of you wanted to tear someone apart. The auburn liquid sloshed around as you clumsily stomped past heaps of forgotten debris. If not for your drunken stupor you would’ve turned back. Everyone knew the horrific tale of the pickaxe cannibal murder. Although you were sure the story was somewhat embellished you’ve heard worse. Poor fuck did what he had to do to survive. Anyone else would’ve done the same, it’s human nature to do anything no matter how gruesome to survive.

“Give a girl a box of cheap chocolates and a fucking bouquet of withering roses and she’s supposed to repay ya by sucking your fucking dick and acting like yer the best thing since sliced bread.” You grumble.

The deeper you go the darker it gets. Stone walls become suffocating and everything looks like the enemy. A fight or flight response may have kicked in but you were in no place to think rationally. When your heel broke you fucking snapped.

“Stupid Roses, fuck ass chocolates, fake relationships for fake people who wouldn’t know love if it fucking stabbed them in the face!” You yell throwing the broken heel piece deep into the darkness. “A corporate holiday with no fucking insignificance! Just a money plot and a excuse to fuck and act like you like that worthless pathetic fuck you’re dating that you like them. When all 364 days you’ve been with em ya fucking loathe them!” You continue on tearing up the damned holiday in partially incoherent babbling until you hear glass break.

Despite your conditions you aren’t stupid. “Fuck is that?” You call out whilst backing up. At first you’re sure it’s a group of horny teenagers but through the gritty lights you see a single foreboding silhouette. This was where you run. Or at least you should’ve. Instead you squint your eyes like some tourist taking in the sights and step forward. “Bud y’know the mines are abandoned cuz of the poor guy who had to eat his friends right?” You call out. “I mean do you if this is your thing I support it but it’s kinda weird since you look exactly like the serial killer guy. Spot on cosplay.” You compliment. The figure doesn’t move. It doesn’t even look like he’s breathing. You feel your hairs start to stand up and goosebumps pepper you skin. It seems your liquid courage was fading.

“Welp I’ll leave you be, don’t wanna bore you with the details of this fucked up holiday.” You let out a wry laugh before turning your back on the figure. You get about 12 good steps in before the stride of death crescendos behind you. Now you were running. Your broken heels doing wonders at making this chase the easiest for your attacker. In the midst of running you take them off and throw them off behind you. Now look you weren’t aiming for the guy but when you heard the hit connect and a surprised grunt you got the feeling you were fucked. Instead of running in a straight line you dip into a little crawl space. Maybe he’d give up and fuck off you. To your horror the man crouches down and starts to crawl his way inside.

Without thinking you take the whiskey bottle and crash it on his head. “Leave me alone I don’t even like this fuckass holiday you fucking weirdo!” You cry. He looks up at you and stops trying to fit.

“Why not.” His voice was eerily calm. As if he weren’t some insane pickaxe murderer but a man.

“Well because it’s stupid and to lovy dovy. And because it feels wrong to celebrate it when such a tragedy had occurred.” You explain. “And...and I got dumped today so there’s that.” You huff.

“...You pity me?”

You shake your head. Words weren’t really your strong point and you didn’t need him thinking you were coddling him or anything. Instead you just stare into the glossy eyeholes with your own praying he’d just fuck off. You practically shit yourself when he continued to scramble through and stand up. You grab a rock and stand ready to knock him upside the head with it only have your wrist harshly grabbed mid throw.

“I don’t want your pity.”

This was it. You were gonna die. And it was gonna be painful and super fucking lame. On your headstone it would say:

“Loser girl no one cares about got dumped on Valentine’s Day...also got murdered lol”

Even though you wanted to sob and cry your eyes out you were way to stubborn to go out pleading and begging. “I was being empathetic you weirdo! We do what we gotta do to survive, and you did just that. You aren’t some crazy murderer. You’re just angry and traumatized and that’s ok!” The grip on your wrist only tightened. “Gah! Th-the system failed you dude. The whole fucking city failed you and still is failing you! You ha-have a right to be mad! I’m not excusing what you’ve done b-but shit I would’ve done the same!” You squeal feeling the blood flow completely cease as he tightened his grip.

Suddenly the pain stopped. You open your eyes and rub your poor wrist hoping the feeling would return. He seemed more docile. It was as if his entire aura had changed. The man sat down on a hunk of rubble, his weapon clenched in his grip. If you didn’t know better you could’ve sworn he was crying. It was a silent sob. Nothing overtly dramatic, kind of how like you’d expect a man who’s rarely cried to cry. It was unnerving. The only man you’ve ever seen cry was your dad and that was when he laughed to hard. This...this was gut wrenching.

This monster that was hellbent on killing you seconds ago was now a sad man huddled up in a corner like a child. You could never feel the pain he’s felt, relive the days of utter darkness and skewed rations. Never could you imagine the gritty taste of human flesh. The depravity one must have for themselves. The survivors guilt. The nightmares he must relive. He kept muttering something about the dark and the how he wasn’t a monster. How he just wanted to see the light again.

“It’s ok.”

You weren’t sure you could touch him so you just sat in front of him. He was still shaken up but the sound of your voice seemed to get through to him. “It’s ok and you’re safe. I’m here. I won’t go anywhere I’d you don’t want me to...” You could bare the cold for a night. You’d rather be frozen to death then brutally murdered.

Both of you sat there for what seemed like ages until he moved. You were on the edge of slumber before seeing a gloved hand slither towards yours. You wanted to move it. Make haste and dip but your body had become heavy. Your eyes seemingly weighed down by stones. Before you knew it he was oddly holding your hand. You saw him looking at you intently. Probably waiting for you to scream or pull away but you stayed put. One hand held up your head whilst the other was his to experience. It had probably been awhile since he’s been so vulnerable so you let him have this. It wasn’t like you had anything else to do tonight but sleep and pray that the hang over didn’t beat your ass in the morning. Before you could fall asleep he pulls you into a really awkward half ass embrace against the cold stained suit. It was far more comfortable than the back straining position you were in a second ago but man this guy was bad at ‘snuggling’. You felt like he was gonna smother you! When he found a comfortable position he rested that stupid ass mask on top of your head with a satisfied grunt before you gave up on protesting and fell asleep. How the hell were you gonna get home

When you wake there’s no cold embraces or odd masked men. Instead you find yourself wrapped in some dusty old quilt at the entrance of the mine. For a moment you think everything that occurred was a mere fever dream. A whiskey fueled hallucination. You scramble to your feet and notice a little note that had fallen from the tattered cloth. The paper, or what you hoped was paper and not dried human skin, had fairly neat handwriting. It was short and morbidly sweet.

Thank you.

There was a part of you that was absolutely mortified. The note solidified your suspicions of what had taken place last night. But the other part of you was strangely elated. You turn to the mine and put your hands to your mouth to amplify your words. “THANKS FOR NOT KILLING ME ILL MAKE IT UP TO YOU!!!!!!” You yell happily before heading back into town. You were pretty sure he didn’t hear you but it calmed you to know that he not only spared you but someone actually appreciated your presence.

This was definitely not your final encounter ⛏

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[poguesofthebau]

princess of the mainland, pt two

part two requested by @ponyboys-sunsets: I loved your jj fic with the touron reader! could we get another part to it? maybe she is going around the island with jj, hangs out with the pogues, or even run into some kooks? there’s so many possibilities!

part one is right here if you haven’t read it yet!

summary: two weeks after their first meeting at The Wreck, jj and his tourist girl spend an eventful night together at the boneyard, including a run-in with everyone’s favorite kooks. word count: 2,114

“i can’t believe you can’t surf, y/n. that’s a shameful thing to admit around these parts,” jj claimed, as he was currently scolding you for not being educated and skilled in the art of surfing, which you’d quickly noticed was his all time favorite thing to do in his spare time. 

“oh, oh, sorry. i don’t wanna disgrace you, then, right? so i’ll just head back to the hotel, you know, leave you alone with your surfer thoughts,” you threatened in response, the corners of your mouth perking up as you watched jj’s reaction. the two of you were walking down the beach, headed to a kegger at a place jj referred to as “The Boneyard.” ominous. as you trekked through the sand, the blonde boy had been commenting on surfers that you were passing. critiques like ‘terrible form,’ ‘what a fuckin’ wipeout!,’ and ‘that guy’s definitely never surfed before now’ had been falling from his mouth without hesitation. he had his fingers laced through yours, but that had been just about all of the attention you were getting from him before you told him you’d never surfed before. now, he seemed ready to throw you on his own surfboard and ship you off into the ocean, but lucky for you, there was a kegger for him to attend instead. however, that didn’t stop you from teasing him a little.

hearing your threats to abandon him on the beach to return to your family, who you’d barely seen during your so-far two weeks of vacation, jj yanked you into his side, wrapping an arm around you and squeezing. “no fuckin’ way, princess. nice try, though. think you can escape back to kooklandia now? it’s a little too late for that.” your heart skipped a beat when you heard the word princess, but you ignored it. you’d learned on day one that heart palpitations were just a jj side effect for you. 

“once a pogue, always a pogue?” you’d offer with a smile. he’d hum contently at your statement. at that point, you two had almost arrived at the party. from where you stood, you could see john b standing by the keg, pouring drinks for partygoers with that social butterfly smile he always wore. sarah was wrapped around jb, her arm around his waist as they both laughed at something. pope and kie were just as easy to spot, sitting close to each other on a log around the bonfire.

“okay, game plan,” jj would say as you continued strolling in the direction of the keg. “tonight, we get drunk and have a good time. tomorrow, after your day of kook-ish tourist activities, surfing lessons.” a groan would slip out of your mouth before you could think twice, and jj laughed at you for it. “i’m a great teacher, you know. i can teach you plenty of other shit too, if you wanted.” the low tone of his voice would make you laugh this time, immediately shutting down any ideas he’d had. as you laughed, jj would lean his head against yours, breath fanning out on your temple as he breathed a laugh with you. “okay, fine. keeping playing hard to get. but--” he quickly shifted into a sing-songing voice. “your vacation won’t last foreverrr!”

you nudge him with your shoulder, smiling at him as you spoke. “jeez, jj. what kind of girl do you think i am? jumping into bed with a guy i’ve known for 2 weeks?”

“you know you’d be honored to jump into bed with me.”

“woah, woah, woah, kiddos! who’s jumping into bed with who, now?” john b would call with mock concern, laughing as you two got close enough for him to hear your conversation without even realizing. “the night is too young to already be acting so scandalous!” 

“don’t worry, jb, i was just reminding jj that i’m not the typical island girl. just a simpleton of a mainlander, if you will.” jj threw a shut up your way before releasing his grip on you to grab you each a drink.

almost an hour later, jj decided to break out the joint he’d had sitting in his pocket, lighting it before taking a pull from it and handing it off to you. as you smoked, the two of you began strolling toward kie, who you both knew would love her fair share of jj’s weed. as you approached kie and pope, though, another body placed itself directly in front of the two of you.

“hey, pogue,” you heard, looking up to see a boy you’d never seen before. the only thing you knew about him based on that one glance was that he was a super kook. “what a surprise to see you here!”

jj’s grip on your hand tightened, and it clicked in your head. this must be rafe-- sarah’s evil older brother who tortured the pogues every chance he got. you’d heard plenty about rafe during your two weeks in the obx, and you weren’t too impressed by his reputation. upon realizing this, you also predicted that jj was about to lash out. you squeezed his hand back, trying to let him know you understood without speaking, but he didn’t seem to get the hint. you tugged on his arm this time, trying to pull him around rafe without any more damage. “sorry, we’re not interested tonight,” you’d quickly speak up in rafe’s direction, jj finally taking a step to follow you when he saw rafe’s thrown off, slightly confused look toward you. “’scuse us.”

“really, jj? backing down from a fight before i can even beat your ass?” another two kooks began coming down the beach, laughing at rafe’s words as they neared-- unbeknownst to you, it was kelce and topper. jj’s steps faltered at rafe’s challenge, but there was no chance you were letting go of his hand.

“hey, islander, cut the shit. we’re not doing that tonight,” you’d call out to jj, seeing the fire in his eyes when the two of you made eye contact. speaking again, you lowered your voice this time so only jj could hear your words. “two possibilities, right? one: you fight, you beat his ass, he gets pissed. or, two: you walk away, he gets just as pissed that you won’t give him the time of day, we go smoke another joint. i’m here for vacation, not wwe, you know.” over the past two weeks, jj had shown up to your hotel to pick you up on multiple occasions with bruised and bloodied body parts, claiming to have gotten into a fight on his way there every time. you knew that side of him was one he let show more than frequently, and you understood where he was coming from, but you still wanted him to be safe. (what ever happened to like, ‘yo mama’ battles, or something? why is everyone always fistfighting nowadays?)

after letting out a low growl of disagreement, jj let you pull him farther from rafe as the older boy continued to run his mouth behind you. you heard the other kooks joining in, spewing harmless insults at you both as you walked away. when you reached the other pogues, kie had a look of impressed awe on her face, and pope seemed to be in blatant shock. laughing at their expressions, you passed kie the joint before turning back to check on jj. “you good?” he shrugged, still appearing to be a little pissed off, but not enough to do anything about it. “was my assumption that that was rafe cameron correct?”

pope jumped in then, standing and placing his hands on your shoulders. “yes, y/n,” pope confirmed in an exasperated tone, shaking your shoulders lightly with every word. “that was rafe cameron, and you just achieved the impossible. like, fucking defying gravity, kind of impossible. you just kept jj maybank from fighting rafe cameron? how the hell did you just do that? huh?” jj would roll his eyes at that, taking the joint back from kie with a huff. “hey, here come john b and sarah! did you guys just see that too?!” pope would yell to your quickly-approaching friends, causing you to laugh again.

as john b and sarah walked up to the group, you and jj took your own seats on the log next to pope and kie’s. knowing what was about to happen, jj buried his head in your neck (after checking to make sure rafe and his pawns weren’t watching anymore). “i hate you,” he’d grumble into your neck, prompting you to run a hand through his hair with a smile as you told him he was wrong. he grumbled inaudibly again, then groaned when john b and sarah began asking him questions about what they’d just witnessed. “y/n made me break the rules of the jungle! okay? that’s it! my girl’s a mainlander, and she follows the rules of mainland society! she doesn’t get it! how is that my fault?!” everyone would laugh at the outburst, and your heart did another backflip when jj called you his girl. unlike the nickname of princess, though, being his girl stirred up some new feelings for you. where is this gonna go after i go back home? do i just lose him? you’d suddenly wonder, looking around at your new friends to avoid making eye contact with jj. fuck, i don’t even wanna lose his friends, let alone lose him. fuck, fuck, fuck.

though you didn’t realize it, jj noticed your change in emotion right away. he’d felt your pulse jump under his lips, and when he looked up to check that you were alright with being called his girl, he saw the look on your face. it was a look that jj could only connect with panic, uncertainty, nervousness. when you didn’t do anything but slip your hand into his, though, he chose to let it go for the time being. it wasn’t until you two started walking back to john b’s later in the night that he addressed it. “you good to go back to jb’s?” he’d ask, trying not to be too specific with his words, but still wanting to be certain that you were certain. certain about whatever you’d been thinking about earlier at the boneyard, whether it was him, or the pogues, or anything else. jj found himself constantly wanting to make sure you were okay during those two weeks. he was always glancing in your direction when you wandered off for a moment, and texting you on days you spent with your family to make sure it wasn’t going too terribly, and tossing a sweatshirt toward you when he felt you shiver under his arm during a night on the hms pogue. in those two weeks, you became jj’s top priority, at all times.

“yeah, little sis is gonna cover for me for the night. she texted me that she stuffed my hotel bed with pillows for just in case mom and dad come in while she’s asleep,” you laughed, bringing a chuckle out of jj, too. “i just have to be back by 7 tomorrow morning so nobody realizes i wasn’t there overnight, and mom’s psycho itinerary starts at 9. no problem.”

“that’s good to hear,” jj would reply, taking a breath before continuing. “but, not really what i meant.” when you looked at him quizzically, he spoke again. “i don’t know, i don’t want you to think i’m kidnapping you or something. i just wanna make sure this is all cool, i guess. and all the stuff earlier, the sex jokes and stuff, you know, that’s not serious. i mean, i’d love to, but i don’t care about it, you know? like--”

“jj,” you cut him off, laughing at his rambling and pressing a kiss to his hand, which was being held in your own as you walked. “i know. you don’t have to worry about me misunderstanding you. i think i’ve got it by now.” he smiled in relief at that, but you weren’t done. you could see the Chateau now, so you sped up your words in a low voice in order to get them out before being in earshot of the other pogues. “and, fyi, the sex jokes are fine. funny, even. but, it’d be okay if they weren’t jokes, too.”

jj’s eyes would widen, making you laugh, and his grip on your hand would tighten just a little. “are you-- are you serious?” you’d nod, a smirk on your face as you looked up at him and feigned innocence. “oh, my god, y/n. i’m so glad your sister is covering, because you are so done for.”

[rennyforpresident]

Renny’s BBSim: Second Chances Week 10: When the Going Gets Tough

Welcome back to Biiiiiiiiig Brother!

@brentrobinson @cirie-sandra-michaela @flopbb-22 @flungevictee @kaysarswhore @maxdoesbb @music-obsessednerd @pawn2393 @paymeincashnottears @rennyforpresident @swampassthing @wheremy--demons--hide

Jury: @theminionjcfucked @fucklauryn @phylisisley @iantxrry

Previously, the house split became as concrete as it’s ever been. @cirie-sandra-michaela took control with his first HOH win of the summer, and took out @iantxrry, the biggest threat from the other side of the house. Can the underdogs come out on top this week?

After securing their spot in the final 7, @kaysarswhore and @cirie-sandra-michaela dissolve their alliance (i hate this simulator why does it make my life harder fdslkvjas). Both of them decide to focus on their own games, but their side of the house will still be in power until the end, know that.

With everyone’s game on the line, it’s time for the HOH competition

Houseguests walk into the backyard, only to be greeted by a special guest host for this competition!

“Hey guys! I won this on my season, so I wanted to come back and host again! But you all aren’t allowed to talk about me or look in my direction while I do it!”

Let the competition begin! Houseguests start out nearly vertical, but the ship slowly starts to lean forward as time goes on. If they can’t hold on, they’re done! 

After 45 minutes,

@flopbb-22 is clearly pissed that he’s the first one out. “Fuck this game!” he yells as he gets up to go sit on the side.

But he’s not alone for long! At 47 minutes, the next person to drop is

@maxdoesbb in the DR: “I am in a great position, and I don’t wanna ruin that by winning this HOH and having to pick a side. I just didn’t want to be the first one out and have it look like I threw it. Thanks @flopbb-22 for flopping!”

After that, there aren’t any casualties in a while. After an hour and 51 minutes, though, 

@cirie-sandra-michaela, who wasn’t allowed to compete in this challenge, falls to his knees angry at this point. @kaysarswhore: “Oh get up and stop being dramatic! You knew I wasn’t gonna win that crap!”

@cirie-sandra-michaela: “Fuck you! You could have tried harder! You know what’s on the line!”

It looks like that side of the house is riding on @pawn2393 to pull out his second win of the season.

@paymeincashnottears in the DR: “I need to win this. I need to cement my place in this house and let these people know that I am not to be messed with!”

@pawn2393 to the others: “I’m not letting go. Y’all can stay on the wall forever, I don’t care, because I’ll be right up here with you.

@swampassthing, who is positioned right next to @pawn2393, whispers to him, “Will you keep me safe if I drop?” @pawn2393 nods violently, saying, “of course, you’re not the target, she is” throwing her head towards @paymeincashnottears.

With safety assured, @swampassthing drops

Neither @pawn2393 or @paymeincashnottears are speaking. Both are laser focused, and hang on the wall for over 4 hours. Everyone on the bench is pissed that they have to sit outside for this long. Finally, after 4 hours and 21 minutes...

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@paymeincashnottears just can’t hold on anymore! Which means, @pawn2393, you have secured a spot in the final 6, and earned the right to nominate two of your fellow houseguests for eviction!

@pawn2393 happily accepts the key from his ally @cirie-sandra-michaela, and the two of them do a happy dance to celebrate in front of everyone. Meanwhile, @swampassthing goes over to comfort @paymeincashnottears as she’s lying on the ground, sobbing over her loss

@paymeincashnottears: “I’m fucking going home now! I cannot put up with another week of these people, and I honestly feel like jury house will be better than living here.”

Who will @pawn2393 nominate? Will she keep her side of the house safe, or will she decide to go rogue?

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@pawn2393: “I have decided to nominate you @swampassthing and you @paymeincashnottears. @paymeincashnottears, you came for me last week. You tried to get in my head and demean me, and I hope you know that I don’t feel bad about throwing you on the block as payback. @swampassthing, you’re the biggest threat in this house, and I’d be stupid not to put you up. On top of that, I’ve recently learned you’re a snake! You tried to make a deal with me on that wall to keep yourself safe and throw @paymeincashnottears under the bus. That’s shady as hell, and you deserve to be sitting there. This ceremony is adjourned”

@swampassthing in the DR: “FUCK! I wasn’t planning on being exposed like that. I wasn’t even planning on being on the block! I knew I should have sent his ass home when I had the chance. @phylisisley, sweetie, I am so sorry for voting you out. I fucked up.”

@paymeincashnottears: “I honestly don’t even know how to feel? I want to feel sad at being nominated but I’m also mad for being abandoned like that? I just feel so fucking alone in this house, and I honestly don’t even feel like being here anymore.”

This veto might be the most important one of the season, so players are drawn as soon as possible

@flopbb-22 and @maxdoesbb are both drawn which the nominees are happy about, because both feel confident that they can beat them. When @paymeincashnottears gets the chance to choose, she picks @cirie-sandra-michaela over @kaysarswhore, because either way, she’ll have to pick one of her enemies.

Let’s get this veto started!

This comp is ROUGH, but it goes by super fast. Three houseguests struggle, and it’s not pretty to look at

@paymeincashnottears can’t find a single veto, and cries into the dirt for the entire competition. By the end, she’s covered in mud.

@pawn2393 can only find one! He’s PISSED by the end, and starts throwing dirt in other people’s bins to make their lives harder.

@flopbb-22, knowing he’s good this week, focuses on finding that silver one. Once he finds it, he finds out that he has won a ten-day all expenses paid trip backpacking through Europe!

These three are left. Can @swampassthing win her FIFTH veto and basically super glue that crown to her head? Can @maxdoesbb win their first veto? Or will @cirie-reyes win for his alliance?

Finding their golden vetos the fastest is...

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@maxdoesbb! You have won your first POV!

@maxdoesbb in the DR: “I don’t know why I did this! But now I have the power! If I wanted I could force @pawn2393 to nominate one of her friends! We’ll see what happens”

At the veto ceremony, @maxdoesbb stands and makes their decision

@maxdoesbb: “When I started this game, I couldn’t imagine making it this far in the game. But now that I’m here, I have to start playing the game. I need to pick a side. I’m sorry if this upsets some people, but I’ve decided...”

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@maxdoesbb at @kaysarswhore, @cirie-sandra-michaela, @flopbb-22, and @pawn2393:

Everyone is floored. @paymeincashnottears slowly stands and hugs @maxdoesbb as she takes her seat, safe for the week. 

@maxdoesbb: “ @pawn2393, because I have removed one of your nominations, you must name a replacement nominee.”

@pawn2393, slowly standing: “I wasn’t expecting to name a replacement nominee today, but if I have to, I guess...”

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@pawn2393: “ @flopbb-22, you just haven’t won anything, and I don’t feel like you’re pulling your weight. Plus you haven’t hit the block yet. It’s just your turn, everyone has to take theirs. Sorry”

@flopbb-22: “I feel safe knowing my alliance has my back. I know they don’t have the votes, and @pawn2393 will definitely break in my favor. I just have to chill this week and prepare what I’m gonna say in @swampassthing‘s goodbye message. Here, let’s practice: bye loser!”

(Okay y’all when I clicked on “House Events” this week i was FLOORED I apologize in advance)

After being saved by @maxdoesbb, @paymeincashnottears is in the DR

@paymeincashnottears in the DR: “I’m still shocked, but I think it’s sinking in that I’m safe this week! You know what? I should celebrate. These bitches thought they could get rid of me, but they couldn’t even beat @maxdoesbb in a veto comp!”

She leaves the DR and heads straight for the bedroom. I think y’all know what happens next.

@paymeincashnottears moves the mattress all the way to the bathroom and puts it in the shower. When @kaysarswhore comes downstairs and finds her mattress in the shower, she loses it. “Who did it? Who’s stealing my signature move?”

@paymeincashnottears: “Who do you think? That’s payback for you and little pet upstairs in the HOH room. Fuck both of you and I’m coming for your asses next week!”

@kaysarswhore and @paymeincashnottears get into yet ANOTHER fight, and this time, they start throwing shit off counters in the kitchen onto the floor. They scream for about an hour, until @kaysarswhore gets called into the DR.

@kaysarswhore: “I’m not fucking dealing with that bitch anymore. I’m gonna sleep upstairs tonight, fuck her.”

The side in power this week clearly has their haters, but what they should have figured out by now, is that the fans are also their haters

@pawn2393 is shocked. What did he do that was so bad that America hates him enough to fly a banner that says “Send @pawn2393 home! We hate him!” over the yard?

Upon seeing this, @flopbb-22 says, “I’ll get right on it, after he put me up this week,” under his breath.

But he wasn’t the only one who heard.

@pawn2393: “What was that? You want to take me out? You realize that I’m probably gonna be the vote that matters this week, right?”

@flopbb-22: “Mind your business! This is a game, you know it, I know it. You knew people were gonna have come after each other soon. It’s about to be final 6, grow up!”

The argument continues, but it doesn’t get too crazy. The two walk away still heated.

And now, it’s eviction night!

Julie: “Hello houseguests! We’re getting closer and closer to the end!

@maxdoesbb, who do you think is your biggest competition to get to the end?”

@maxdoesbb: “Julie! Put me on the spot, why don’t you! I really feel like everybody here is competition. It’ll be scary to see who makes it to the end with me *laughs*”

Julie: “That sounds like the safe answer! @flopbb-22, first time on the block! How are you feeling?”

@flopbb-22: “Horrible! The block sucks! I can’t wait to get off and start making moves again!”

Julie: “Well let’s hurry up and get those votes in to see who’s coming off the block!”

@swampassthing: “Hey everyone! I know that we might not have always gotten along, but I really feel like we are a BB family! We fight and yell but at the end of the day, we all went through this together, and we’re bonded for life. I hope you keep me here, but if not, I will be the best damn jury member this game has ever seen. Peace and love!”

@flopbb-22: “Tonight, I’ll keep it short and sweet. @kaysarswhore, @cirie-sandra-michaela, and @pawn2393, I’m banking on you tonight. Love you all. And @maxdoesbb​: you will always be Judas to me.”

Julie: “Now let’s see those votes!”

And the alliance stays strong. The most @swampassthing​ has to hope for is a tie. Will she get it?

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Unfortunately, @maxdoesbb​ and @paymeincashnottears​ realize that there’s no hope, because a tie won’t save their friend. 

Julie: “When I reveal the name of the evicted houseguest, they will have one minute to gather their belongings, say their goodbyes, and exit the Big Brother house.”

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Julie: “ @swampassthing​, come on out!”

Julie: “ @swampassthing​! Veto Queen! Were you shocked by that unanimous vote?”

@swampassthing​: “No, not really. @maxdoesbb​ and @paymeincashnottears​ both came to be beforehand to tell me what the vote was. It hurt, but I understood.”

Julie: “Who left do you think deserves the money? Who do you think doesn’t?”

@swampassthing​: “ @maxdoesbb​ is a legend for the move they pulled this week. I would love to see him take it all. But at the same time, even though @pawn2393​ threw me under the bus, he’s playing a fierce game. He could take it all the way, too. As far as who I don’t want to win... probably @flopbb-22​. He’s shady as hell and he hasn’t done anything except shit stir. I just don’t respect his game.”

Julie: “Well, thank you so much for coming back; you played a legendaric game.

Final 6! We’re getting down to the wire, and alliances will start turning on each other. What will happen next? From outside the Big Brother house, I’m Julie Chen. Goodnight”

YOU ALL ARE LEGENDS FOR THIS GAMEPLAYYYYYY. What a fucking sim, i love it here

[a-reasonforthoughts]

My thoughts on the Rise of Skywalker, because quarantine forced me to finally watch it. !!!!Spoilers!!!!!

Growing up, Star Wars was my childhood. My sisters and I read all the books (including the comics) and we packed the Essential Guides with us everywhere. Because for our deep love of the Extended universe, when the last few movies came out we had... mixed emotions. I didn’t even see the last movie when it came out after hearing some less than stellar reviews. So here’s my review, or rather my reactions to the Rise of Skywalker. (Yes, I actually sat down with paper and pen and watched this movie.) Title craw: The DIABOLICAL First Order.

‘The Emperor has returned.’ Wow, the are expecting us to go along with a lot aren’t they.

Cool. Kylo wrecking everything.

Yay, a planet that isn’t snow, desert, or forest. Hold on tight kids, they’re throwing us right into this one. We’re already at Palpatine’s house.   Ew. Whats with the tank?

Whoa eyes! What’s up with his lips? Can someone bring this fossil a drink?

Imperial March playing while a Star Destroyer rises in the back ground. Is this Vader’s old ship? Rey is “Not who we thought she is.” Thought she was “Nothing”?

Ew, what is Klaud, and why is he here?

Who are all these people on the Falcon? “How do we thank you?” “Win the war.” aren’t you all on the same team? Why do you need to thank him? Cool, another planet thats not snow, desert, or a forest. Never mind.

Oh great, Rey’s here.  Looks like the Lightsaber is fixed.  I know the names of a bunch of these plants! When Luke was training with the ball thing (Training remote) he was just trying to deflect the shots. Rey’s trying to take down the whole forest. 

You sure you want to destroy that thing Rey? There can’t be to many of them laying around Who are all these people? Why’s the Falcon on FIRE?! Since when is “Light-speed skip” a thing? Seriously. Who are all these people? I thought after the last movie there was only like, 10 of them left. Hey! It’s Merry from Lord of the Rings!

What’s this old orange doing here?

“Sith Way-finder” Sigh. Are Poe and Rey a “thing”? Are Finn and Rey a “thing”? Why’s everyone here but R2? There he is. Why did they not bring him?!

Now I’m watching a Planet of the Apes crossover.

That guy who was on the same team is dead now. His blood is clear so the rating doesn't go up. Well, Hux is certainly different.

Someone must have taken his hair gel because his hair was never this poofy before.   Is this a Holi Festival, or Burning man.

Why are we learning the name of this random kid? Rey just walked away from her, what was that? Yay! The force link is still there!

Kylo is giving off stalker vibes. It’s nice to see him growing into his role of Supreme Leader. Looks like everyone hates him. Wait- Who is this guy?! Why are they following a stranger!

It’s LANDO Oh, so Rey know’s who Lando is, but thought Luke was a myth. Makes sense. Boom. First order is here.

Lando: “My flying days are over.” Why? “Give Leia my love.” Ew.  Wait, why is Lando out here? Did Luke just leave him? He said he came here with him. Has the emotional issues of being abandoned by Luke led him to never fly again? Is this a parallel story to Rey’s abandonment? What’s the motive here movie!  They made it even harder for these Storm Troopers to see out of those helmets.

3PO is getting a lot of lines. Rey *is distracted* Ship *Blows up*  Now they have sinking sand. WAS THAT ALMOST A CONFESSION?! This guy just says, “The Falcon is not responding.” when asked, and they’re like “Don’t be such a downer!” Oh yay, they survived.  Kay, we’re just brushing over Finn’s almost confession. I’m sure they’ll come back to that later. *Cough* Okay, that flashlight bit was funny. 

How do you know that’s the guy you’re looking for? That could be anybody’s skeleton! How’d they find a knife that neither Luke, or Lando (who might have been here for 20 years) could find!  Rey’s making friend’s with the basilisk.

She just transferred some of her life force to the snake! Why!? This old ship they found in the desert still works. “Chewie, tell Rey we got to go!” Why can’t you do it? You’re not doing anything. Axe. Here comes lover boy.  How to Breathe, the movie, by Rey.

Trailer shot.

Was he just gonna run her over?

Cool, she’s pulling the ship out of the sky. Uh oh, helmet’s off, there goes her focus.

Now they’re playing tug-a-war with the ship. It’s the light saber fight all over again.  Whoa!!! She juST LIGHTING’D THE SHIP! Kylo Looked freaked out for a second! She just told Finn she had a vision of her and Kylo together, and he looks like he’s gonna cry. 3PO tells them how horrible and dangerous it is to override a droid’s programming. “Let’s do that!” That droid looks like a yoga wheel and a hairdryer. 

Rey to the new droid: “Someone treated him badly. It’s alright, you’re with us now.” Yeah, just don’t watch what we’re about to do to this other droid.

Looks like we’re adding another girl to this love triangle (hexagon?) She’s not supposed to be a Mandalorian is she. (So help me-) I hate you and I’m going to turn you in *Hit’s her over the head and pulls out a lightsaber* Okay, lets go.

Why they so mad at Poe for being a smuggler?  Wow. They are forcing C-3PO to do this. Backup his memory to the hairdryer! It’s got to have a reason for being here! C-3PO “Oh! I just had an idea of something else we could try-” ZAP!  ...Was that supposed to be funny? These writers need to learn what humor is, and when to use it. Why are we focusing on Poe and his old girlfriend the Power Ranger? Wah! What’s up with 3PO’s eye’s? Is he a Sith droid now? Why does he have that function?!

Rey, you’re boyfriend’s here. They wiped 3PO’s memory and he doesn’t know who anyone is, but he’s still polite. Poe angrily points “That’s gonna be a problem!” Our heroes ladies and gentleman. I hope the First Order just blast them. That Admiral’s badge just let them in? Like no one reported that missing?? Wiped 3PO’s memory and they’re getting the dagger anyway. Worst rescue ever. 

Vaders Helmet has had a hard life. Rey has a vision in every scene she's in.

More ‘Rey’s family history’ with Kylo “Tell me where you are,” She’s in your room dude.

R.IP. Vader Helmet

That Stormtrooper behind Kylo must be so confused.  *Sees helmet, breaks link*  “She’s in my quarters!” Told you so. Why is Hux the spy? When did this happen? What does he think the outcome of this will be?

3PO just wandering the halls with a crossbow. 

“You are a Palpatine.” Wanna be a Solo? Is this like his fourth proposal? OooooOOOOooo, that was cool! Kylo standing in the blast of the Falcon’s engines was a moment we needed!

Yikes! They took out Hux fast! They didn’t want to question him or anything? No?

The Death Star was blasted to smithereens, why is it here? How is it here?

They made that dagger to line up with the wreckage? I’m pretty sure things that are constantly beat by the ocean will move or erode over time. Who even made that? What was the purpose?!

Yay, another scavenger  Who’s also a ex-Stormtrooper, because why not.

That’s a horse covered in a rug. Rey’s out trying to kill herself again.

“There’s another Skimmer!” Wonder who that is. He is literally following her to the ends of the galaxy. 

Wait- The throne rooms still in one piece?! The chair and everything?!!! Dark Rey- YIKES! TEETH

I thought he stopped the holocron with his foot, I was really surprised when fingers formed and he picked it up.

Kylo acting so cool as she’s trying to slash him to ribbons. I see Merry again! Wait- What’s Leia got to do? And why does Maz know? They’ve never explained what this strange orange is and what she can do.

Finn’s in deep- Wait how'd he get out here?????

Leia don’t distract your son while he’s fighting for his life!

SEE!!!!!!!

“I wanted to take your hand. Ben’s hand.” You think he’s going to leave you alone after that?

Why is Rey just a total mess in every movie.

Chewie mourning Leia is a good touch. It’s nice to see the reaction of someone who ACTUALLY knew her.  Whoa! They got Harrison Ford to come back! That must have taken a lot of bribery (or blackmail).

Has almost dying given Kylo/Ben the power to see non-Force user ghost, or is he just going nuts? So this is just a rehash of Han’s death scene. 

Aw, he called him Dad- Hey don’t throw that away, you need that!

He’s nuts. Those red helmets look stupid. Aaaaand it’s the Death Star again Merry in the background! Why’d they make Poe the General? Lando finally got off that planet 

“General.” “General.” She’s burning his ship. Good luck Kylo/Ben.

You know how hot that fire has got to be to burn metal “A Jedi weapon should be treated with more respect.” You brat.

Why did he have Leia’s lightsaber here? “...it would be picked up again, by someone who would finish her journey.” Oooookay, but why not just have her take Luke’s old Saber? It’s gotta be laying around here somewhere.

I know it’s symbolic and all that he’s raising the x-wing, but there’s no way that thing still works.

Alright, 3PO’s memories are back. Why’d we have to go through all that? I spy Merry again! How does Poe know all this stuff about Exogol? He’s just a fountain of information over here!

“Now we take the war to them!” That’s literally what you’ve done every movie ever No one is questioning how Lando got here. Isn’t this a secret base? *Dr. Evil voice* ONE MILLION STAR DESTROYERS 

Who even wrote this story line? Finn’s going with his gut and everyones just going along with it. Not like you could all die or anything. They brought the rug horses with them

How are they breathing in space!? Those red troopers still look stupid.

What’s this crowd chanting? Are they speaking Parseltoungue?  “I never wanted you dead.” That’s why I told Kylo Ren to kill you.

Hang on- his plan is ‘You be the empress, and I’ll just possess you. Grandaughter.’  EW. Why would she want that? How is that a tempting offer? Someone’s gone senile. Direct quote: “I got to go do something!” “I’m coming with you!” Why do these people get attached so quickly?! 

“Luke was saved by his father. The only family you have here is me.” Yeah, but I got a boyfriend who follows me everywhere!

Ben runs and jumps: “Ow.” We finally get to see the Knight’s of Ren in action! (Where have they been this whole time?) “Once you kill me I shall become apart of you!” So she could just, not kill him. Right? Oh yeah, here we go, now we got a showdown!

Well, that was anticlimactic 

WHAT IS HAPPENING Poe just realized he's the worst General ever.

YO. Don’t tell your troops there is no hope! What is wrong with you??? Why isn't Lando the General? He is a lot more qualified!!!

Wait a minute!! Where were all these people when LEIA ORGANA called for help????

Wedge Antilles!!!!!! So all the life force sucking was just so Palpatine could up grade his outfit? *Flings Ben into a pit* Palpatine is so done with the Skywalkers Hey, I know these voices!!!! Aaaaand now he wants to kill her. So whats our big moment? TWO lightsabers! 

Why did the make that the big epic moment? Why didn’t they have Ben run over and they do it together- It would have been perfect for his story arch! Rey: “And we” Together: “are all the Jedi!” Now she's dying. Why? Not even the writers know So Finn’s Force sensitive. Cool I guess? This is a really touching moment for them, even more so if they did anything other than fight this entire movie!

This kinda feels out of nowhere

I’M SO MAD RIGHT NOW

NOW SHE’S SMILING AND FINE. HE JUST DIED Merry’s here again and I can’t even be happy about it Now Finn has to chose between Rose and the new girl  Poe’s trying to start something with his Power Ranger old flame, and she's like “Not a chance.” Now everything’s all happy like BEN DIDN’T JUST DIE. ARE WE NOT GOING TO ADDRESS THIS?????????? Oh hey, it’s the Lars farm. Nobody else moved in after all these years? Now she's burying the Skywalker lightsabers in the place they all hated.

WHY IS BEN NOT HERE!!!!!!! HE WAS A MAIN CHARACTER FOR THESE MOVIES AND THEY DID HIM DIRTY!!!!!!

Well I guess they had to wrap this mess up somehow

[hysterialevi]

Shards of Sanity - pt. 1

Fanfic Summary: After waking up from a drunken brawl, Joe Roberts finds himself trapped on a ship full of people gone mad, and is forced to survive in a living hell built around his deepest fears. He becomes isolated from the rest of his fallen comrades and ends up being stuck in a nightmare where the biggest threats are the ones he can’t see, and even reality doesn’t trust itself.

Fandom: Man of Medan

Point of View: third-person

Warning(s): Strong language, graphic violence

Author’s note: So a lot more people were interested in this than I expected lmao. But thank you guys for the support, and if you decide to check this story out, please let me know how you like it. I hope you enjoy! :)

This story is also on AO3

JUNE, 1947

THE OURANG MEDAN

Sprinting through the pitch-black corridor, Joe desperately stormed his way to the other side as he blindly fled through the darkness, his heart damn-near bursting out of his chest.

At the moment, the only things he could hear were his own boots splashing in the puddles of seawater beneath him and the beast’s inhuman shriek echoing throughout the ship.

It was right behind him. He could feel it.

That goddamned thing was right behind him.

And it was going to rip him apart.

“Come on, you piece of shit!” Joe exclaimed as he slammed himself into a door. “Open up!”

The creature emitted yet another miserable howl in the distance, its dreadful scream only encouraging Joe to push harder.

He stepped back and gave the door another forceful shove, but to no avail.

His only means of escape was blocked from the other side.

He’d have to find another way.

Whipping around in a panic, Joe hurriedly glanced over his shoulder and readied his gun, letting out a shaky breath.

He couldn’t see a single thing in this hallway. Everything had been obscured by shadows, and the only source of light he had was the dying lantern hanging loosely from his hand.

Perhaps he could try to hide in the darkness. Joe knew the beast had poor vision, after all. He learned that when it failed to catch him in the cafeteria.

But this was different. There was nowhere for him to hide here. No other way to run.

If the creature didn’t see Joe, it would inevitably smell him. And his bullets were powerless to kill it.

“Okay, okay...” the soldier whispered frantically to himself, “j-just calm down, Joe. Breathe. It’s not real. That thing isn’t real. It-it can’t hurt you. Just stay. Calm.”

Peering into the shadows ahead of him, Joe suddenly froze when he saw a series of sparks flying off the wall as the creature grazed its claw against the surface, emitting a horrible, metallic screech.

“Get away from me!” Joe cried, his voice trembling. “You’re not real! You’re just another hallucination, like everything else on this goddamn boat! Get the fuck out of my head!”

Ignoring his words, the monster only continued with its merciless approach and prowled towards him, steadily revealing its hideous figure in the orange glow of Joe’s lantern.

“No...no! Stay back!”

Flattening himself against the door, Joe tightly shut his eyes in an attempt to get rid of the hallucination, only to see that the creature was still there when he opened them.

“W-Why aren’t you going away...?!” He whimpered through gritted teeth. “You’re supposed to be gone! Leave me alone!”

But his pleas were meaningless to the beast.

The monster stretched its ghastly mouth open once again and let out a horrendous cry, practically rendering Joe deaf right then and there.

It slowly crept towards him, leaving a trail of green slime in its wake.

“No!” Joe fired a shot at its body. “Stop!”

No response.

The beast crawled menacingly in his direction and growled in a feral manner before finally coming to a halt, stopping mere inches away from the soldier.

It leaned its head forward and bared its teeth, snarling viciously in Joe’s face as disgusting ropes of saliva dribbled from its wrinkly mouth.

A strange, yellow gas began seeping through the slits in its awful face, and Joe could’ve sworn he saw a man standing behind the creature.

But none of that mattered right now.

The creature was right in front of him. And Joe had no way out.

He was going to die here.

He was going to die all alone on this godforsaken ship, and no one would ever know.

A harrowing shriek escaped the beast’s throat.

It attacked.

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EARLIER THAT NIGHT

1:36 A.M.

SICK BAY

“...Pa!” A young boy called out, his innocent voice eerily bouncing off the walls.

“Pa! Wake up! We’re gonna be late!”

Joe froze in his sleep, confused about what he was hearing.

...Toby?

Was that... was that really him?

What was he doing here?

No. It couldn’t have been him. That was impossible. He was still in the States. With Nora.

Joe must’ve been dreaming. He must have. There was no other explanation.

“Come on!” The child repeated, slightly louder this time. “You’re gonna miss breakfast!”

Joe reluctantly blocked out the boy’s words, rolling over onto his side so that his back was facing him.

This wasn’t the first time the soldier had dreamed about his son... but that didn’t make it any less torturous.

The man missed his family more than anything. He was well aware that he acted like an ass sometimes -- hell, he got into a drunken fight with Charlie just a few hours ago -- but deep down, Joe knew he only behaved like that because he was hurting.

He would’ve given anything to be back home right now. Joe missed the sounds of his wife’s humming, of Toby’s laughter, of the dog’s barking, the radio playing, and especially the sporadic sizzling he’d hear from the kitchen every morning.

It used to be Joe’s reality, once upon a time.

But then... the war happened.

Now, his dreams were full of nothing but the chaotic symphonies of men shouting, bullets firing, planes soaring, people dying...

Peace had always been a stranger in Joe’s life.

But he hadn’t lost all hope. Not yet. In fact, the light at the end of the tunnel seemed brighter than ever now.

This ship was going to take him back home. Straight back to America. And then, Joe would be able to see his wife and son again.

He just had to wait a little longer.

“Pa!” Toby called out again.

Waking up with a startled gasp, Joe snapped his eyes open and jumped back into consciousness, only to hear a sudden crack when he accidentally knocked something off the end table.

His head was still aching from the punch the sergeant threw at him earlier -- and due to the cold sweat covering his body -- he couldn’t help but shiver in the chilly temperature of the sick bay. And the sharp ringing in his ears didn’t do much to help either.

Where was everyone? Joe wondered as he sat up.

At the moment, it looked like the medical ward was deserted. There were no other patients or soldiers filling up the beds around him, and the only company he had was a shattered photograph lying on the floor.

The place appeared to be abandoned.

But before Joe even had a chance to investigate anything, another voice was already calling out to him from the side, interrupting his thoughts.

This one, however, was actually real.

“Don’t. Move.” Joe heard them command, followed by the sound of them cocking their gun. “Don’t move a fucking muscle.”

Instantly freezing on the spot, Joe followed their instructions and slowly brought his hands into the air, curious to see who was holding him at gunpoint right now.

What the hell?

Joe furrowed his brow in confusion.

It was one of the doctors.

Why on earth was he aiming a gun at him? What was going on?

What did he do?

“D-Doctor...?” Joe said quietly, not wanting to provoke him. “What... what are you doing?”

The man stepped closer to Joe, practically drilling the barrel of his pistol through the soldier’s forehead.

“Be quiet!” He barked, his bottom lip quivering with tears. “J-Just shut up! I don’t wanna hear a word from you! All these noises, the screaming, the shouting -- I can’t take it anymore. I can’t take it! I just need silence.”

Joe attempted to calm the deranged doctor down, admittedly incredibly confused by what was happening.

“O-Okay,” he complied, softening his tone. “I’ll be quiet. I won’t say anything. Just tell me what’s going on.”

The other man gazed through the small window on the door to the sick bay, his breath trembling with horror.

“It’s following me...” he explained, barely able to speak above a whisper. “It’s following all of us! It chased after Patterson earlier, a-and I don’t know what the hell it did to Perez! But that doesn’t matter. None of this matters. That... thing -- it’ll always find you. Don’t you understand? We’re all gonna die on this ship. We’re all gonna die. And there’s nothing we can do about it!”

Joe gestured to the doctor’s weapon.

“That still doesn’t explain why you’re pointing a gun at my head. Don’t you recognize me, doc? It’s me, Joe! Joe Roberts. I’m on your side!”

That only irritated the other man even further.

“Yeah, that’s what you want me to believe, isn’t it? That’s how you trick us! But I can’t trust anything I see now. Not after everything that’s happened. Hell, I don’t even know if you’re real. I could be talking to the fucking air, for all I know!”

The doctor averted the gun from Joe’s head and gripped his hair out of frustration, letting out a defeated groan. “...It just doesn’t make any sense!”

Taking this opportunity to escape, Joe subtly began rising from the bed and cautiously approached the crazed doctor, hoping to ease his nerves.

“It’s okay, doc,” Joe comforted, moving inch-by-inch. “None of this makes sense to me, either. But we’ll figure it out, alright? We can help each other. Just put the gun down. Please.”

“No!” The doctor snapped, aiming the firearm at Joe once again. “You’re just trying to trick me! Aren’t you?! You’re trying to render me defenseless, so you can attack!”

Joe blinked rapidly out of bewilderment. “What? No! I’m trying to help you, doc. I mean you no harm.”

“That’s what they all say.” He countered, still refusing to back down. “But then... they rip you to shreds the minute you let your guard down. They did it to Miller. I saw it! Those creatures... they tore him apart! Limb-from-limb, until there was nothing left but a pile of offal. I couldn’t even recognize him when they were done.”

The doctor tightened his grip on the pistol. “Well... you’re not gonna get me, you hear? You can do whatever you like, but you’re not gonna kill me... you fucking monster!”

Pulling the trigger, the doctor suddenly fired a bullet straight at Joe’s head with an explosive bang, only to end up hitting the man’s ear when he grabbed the gun in defense.

There was a trail of hot blood now streaming down the side of Joe’s neck, but he barely had any time to recuperate before the doctor tackled him to the floor.

Fighting to the death, the two of them wrestled for control of the gun as they violently rolled around the sick bay, hastily trying to neutralize the other person.

There was less and less humanity in the doctor with every passing minute, and when Joe finally started to gain the upper hand, he was screaming and hollering like a lunatic.

“No!” The doctor bellowed, his voice hoarse with insanity. “NO! Die, you fucking beast!”

Mustering every bit of strength left in his body, Joe let out a strained groan and desperately shoved the other man down to the floor, maneuvering the gun so that it was aimed at the doctor instead.

Joe’s arms were quivering with the amount of pressure he was applying on them by now, and the longer the brutal fight carried on, the more he thought his bones were going to snap.

But he couldn’t stop now. Not yet.

As much as he hated the idea of killing the doctor, it was the only way he was going to survive this situation.

If he wanted to get out of this alive, he’d have to pull the trigger.

He’d have to.

Realizing that his defeat was imminent, the doctor began to sob in a hysterical manner as the gun got closer to the bottom of his jaw, causing him to blurt out a series of tragic, final words.

“I’ll kill you...!” He whimpered frantically, tears staining his cheeks. “I swear to God, I’ll kill you! You and all of your monster friends! You son-of-a-bitch! Do you hear me?! I’LL KILL Y--”

Cutting the doctor off with a bullet to the head, Joe slammed his finger on the trigger like there was no tomorrow and splattered the other man’s blood all over the pale floor, causing him to shut down for a moment due to shock.

What... what did he just do?

What just happened?

Did he... did he really kill him?

Was that man actually dead?

Did he really just pull that trigger?

...What did he do?

Staring into the doctor’s lifeless eyes, Joe simply sat there in disbelief as he watched the color slowly drain from his face, his head full of nothing but static right now.

What the hell was wrong with the doctor? Why was he acting so crazy? What was he so afraid of? What was he even talking about?

What happened on this ship while Joe was asleep?

What on earth did he miss?

Well... whatever it was, he imagined he’d figure it out soon enough. For now though, he just had to get out of this room.

It was far too quiet in here.

Too silent.

Too... dead.

Joe needed some noise to distract him. Anything.

He needed a way back into reality.

“...oh, fuck...” Joe whispered casually, still unable to process the events that just took place. “Oh, shit. What’d I do? What... what’ve I done?”

Forcing himself to take a few, deep breaths, Joe tore his eyes away from the doctor and glanced around the medical ward for a bit, his body starting to shake like a puppy once the incident finally began to sink in.

“Oh, fuck,” he repeated, glancing at the smoking pistol. “Oh no, no, no, no-- oh, God, please no. Oh, FUCK. What did you do, Joe? What the HELL did you do?”

Putting some distance between him and the corpse, Joe instantly stood up from the floor in a panicked manner and hurriedly backed away, planting himself against the wall.

Before he was able to touch the surface however, the sound of broken glass suddenly caught his attention and he looked downwards, curious to see what exactly he just stepped on.

He lifted his boot from the ground, revealing a fallen photograph.

That must’ve been the object he knocked over earlier.

Momentarily forgetting about what just happened, Joe bent down to pick it up and examined the words that had been scribbled onto the back of the frame, quietly reading them to himself:

“...To Pops, come back soon.”

Flipping the photograph over, Joe felt a sense of relief wash over him when he was greeted by a portrait of Toby, the boy’s face immediately calming him down somewhat.

Even though he had no idea what the boy actually looked like now, it was still comforting for Joe to think about how life might’ve been back at home.

But... how did this picture get here in the first place? Had it always been here? Someone must’ve brought it for Joe.

Charlie, maybe? Wait, no. He was in the brig. Who, then? The sergeant, perhaps?

Joe scoffed to himself. As if.

Well... he supposed it didn’t really matter now.

All that mattered at the moment was getting the hell out of here, and finding a way off this ship.

Joe didn’t know what the hell was happening on this boat, but judging by how it affected the doctor, he couldn’t even imagine the horrors that lay ahead of him.

But he refused to stay put and simply wait for something to kill him.

Joe was going to escape this nightmare, and he was going to make it back home.

He had to.

For his family.

“...I’m coming home, buddy.” Joe said softly, carefully slipping the photo out of the damaged frame.

He folded the picture in half and gently placed it in his pocket, afterwards picking up the doctor’s abandoned gun as well as his key.

It looked like the doctor had secured the entrance with quite a hefty padlock -- probably to keep something out -- but regardless, Joe had to leave. No matter what was roaming around.

He swiftly unlocked the door and swung it open, bracing himself for the terrors that were about to come.

Joe knew that he could never truly be prepared for something such as this, but he took a deep breath and slowly began to walk out anyways, praying to God that he survived the long night ahead.

After all, if what that doctor said was true... then no one was making it off this ship alive. 

No one.

[aweebwrites]

Seven Deadly Sins 2

Warning: Lots of swearing and suggestive themes.

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(Y'all. I just wanna thank the heck out of @thelucariosfish for beta-ing this! They're the best!)

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“I know what you two are.” The man says, trailing after Lloyd and Jay.

“Oh?” Lloyd says, voice sounding disinterested.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Got any money? We can strike a deal~” Jay hummed, looking the man over for any more cash since he already stole his wallet.

“Jay, you know we don’t do deals.” Lloyd says irritiby, just wanting to murder his target and go home.

“You don’t but I do.” Jay grinned at him then back at the man. “So? Cash? I accept gold and gems too. Anything of value really.” He says, walking in front of the man backwards, peering into his shirt pocket.

“But what if what I need is more money?” The man questioned and Jay tapped his chin, walking backwards still.

“Nah.” Jay sighed then turned around, walking next to Lloyd dejectedly. “I was hoping for some more cash, you know? What's the point in helping you get cash when I need it myself.” He huffed.

“You really don't.” Lloyd ssys drily, glancing across at him.

“Want, need. Potato, potato.” Jay says, waving it off.

“You're not supposed to refuse me!” The man sputtered and both Lloyd and Jay glanced back to see the man following them still.

“You're still here? You better scram while you can. You have nothing worth doing and nothing to offer.” Jay says dismissively and the man blinked at him as he stopped.

He gritted his teeth.

“Either you make me a millionaire or I tell everyone your little secret.” He threatened and Jay stopped in his tracks.

“Oh?” He says, looking over his shoulder at the mortal with glowing blue eyes, a wide grin on his face that revealed glistening fangs. “You sir, are a very brave mortal.” He says, walking up to the confident man who reeked of fear and anxiety.

“I like that.” Jay says, crossing his arms as he stopped in front of the man who looked relieved. “But not enough to let you live.” He whispered and the man's eyes widened.

He looked down, seeing Jay's hand through his chest. He pulled his hand back then licked a drop of blood away from his claws as the man watched breathlessly. He then collapsed and Jay walked off, towards Lloyd who was waiting on him while people screamed and ran.

“You know, these Touched Ones are getting on my nerves.” Jay says, wiping his hand with the handkerchief in the man's wallet as they continued walking. “Lordie should really keep his warriors out of our business.” He huffed, tossing the kerchief aside.

“Fucker should stay dead. He's been sending his soldiers to patrol Ninjago City more often. We'll have to let Wu know what's going on. We might have to lessen our time hunting here or else he'll send his Generals and we'll be in some deep shit.” Lloyd says, still pondering a target.

“We can take them.” Jay huffed.

“Yes. Together. But if they catch just one or even two of us, we won't stand much of a choice. The Warriors are indestructible and the Droids are unkillable. While killing us will only send us back to the Underworld, dying doesn't hurt any less. Not to mention you guys can't simply pop out whenever you want. It could take as short as a week for my dad to prep the spell to get you guys back in the mortal realm. And let's not forget about the time it'll take to heal from their purifying weapons.” Lloyd reminded him and Jay grumbled.

“I heard purifying. Tell me you guys didn't run into any Warriors or Droids…” Nya says from the comms.

“No. None whatsoever. Just a Touched One.” Jay reported, snagging a hundred dollar bill hanging out of a woman's purse in passing. “Honestly. If they keep blessing people with the ability to see us as we truly are, we won't be able to have as much fun anymore.” He complained, holding the bill up to check if it's real before pocketing it.

“I could still get by, even if they do know what I really look like.” Nya huffed and Lloyd rolled his eyes then glanced up at the buildings as he walked, sharp vision able to see people moving around inside.

They're all damned lucky that have such great apartments and buildings to work in. He heard the engines of a car rev and glanced back to see the sleek car driving up from a few blocks down. Sunglasses, expensive watch, cocky grin, pretty woman in the passenger seat. Bingo.

“Finally found someone, huh?” Jay says with a smirk, seeing the sneer on Lloyd's face.

One he usually wore after finding someone particularly lucky.

“Careful. Jay just killed someone. I don't have any Warriors or Droids on radar in your vicinity but these morherfuckers have a way of appearing.” That was Morro.

“I know that. Keep your fangs in.” Lloyd huffed as he gathered his green energy in hand, fueling it with his jealousy.

While he knew how to drive, he certainly didn't have a car, worse one as fancy or fast as that one is. He could see it all. This little fucker had a penthouse suite all to himself. Lloyd didn't even have a room for himself! Why the hell must they have all the good things while he was fucking stuck where he was? Dad said it was good for him and his powers, for him to live in an abandoned stupid fucking ship with his uncle, cousin and 5 others. Three of whom are almost always fucking. He can't catch a fucking break and this piece of shit with his good looks and shitty personality got to have it all! Fuck him very much. He watched as the car drove up before launching his green energy at it, walking forward still. He didn't look back when the car suddenly exploded, flipping past them and slamming into a stoplight, breaking the car in two as it brought down the stoplight.

“Wow. That guy really pissed you off huh?” Jay says with a grin, knowing those two will be feeling that in the Underworld for possibly years to come.

“Fucker has everything and he's the biggest asshole I've ever come across.” Lloyd growled low and Jay perked up at that.

“Everything?” He says and Lloyd glanced at him warily. “Don't look at me like that! Think about it. He's dead now. It'll take a day or two for his things to be moved out to his family. Why not indulge? This is your chance to have a taste of what you really deserve...” Jay purred, tail flicking back and forth.

“... You just want his valuables.” Lloyd says flatly, even as he changed directions to where the hotel was.

“You know me so well.” Jay grinned.

“Hey, if you guys are going to crash an upscale place, I want in. Hotel food is fucking amazing.” Cole says from the comms.

“Fuck yeah. Give us an address. We'll meet you there.” Morro says and Jay grinned at Lloyd.

“Fine.”

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“Ho-ly shit.” Cole says as he looked around the huge penthouse suite.

Glass windows all around, white themed furniture, crystal chandelier, open concept everything… This place was obviously for the elite.

“Found the kitchen Cole!” Nya yelled out and that was all Cole needed to hear, darting off.

“It's not bad…” Zane says, uninterested then yawned.

“I've been here before. I had a target here. But the place wasn't this grand.” Kai says as he looked around, a silk robe he picked up half off his shoulders. “Plus, he had a small dick anyway.” He added, stroking his hand over the white leather couch before looking to Zane with a mischievous smile.

“I do remember the bed though. Softest, most comfortable bed in all of Ninjago. I'll take you to it if you let me fuck you…” He purred as he sauntered over, his tail coiling around his limp one. “Pretty please? I'll make it worth your while…” He whispered as he nosed along his jaw, up to Zane's ear.

“Fine. Whatever.” Zane sighed and Kai's eyes lit up.

“Just hurry up and get the fuck out of here.” Morro says, irritated before using his power over wind to blow the windows all open. “Much better.” He says, flopping down next to Lloyd who picked up the remote on the coffee table.

“Let's see…” He says then pressed the button for tv.

“Woah.” Nya says from where she was leaning against the back of the couch, all three of them watching as a large panel opened up, revealing a 60” flat screen TV.

“... Fucking bastard.” Lloyd whispered, looking at it in awe.

“Please tell me that this guy has video games.” Morro says as he got up and walked over to the cabinet beneath the tv and opened it.

He grinned once he saw four controllers, a game station and several disks.

“Fuck the hell yes.”

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“Alright. Now that the visible valuables have been taken…” Jay says, glancing over at the sack full of electronics, paintings, vases and things he knew he could sell for a huge sum of money. “Time to find the safes.” He says, rubbing his hands together, generating electricity.

“Alright tail. Do your thing.” He says, glancing back at it before walking away.

His tail was like a metal detectors except it finds money. He discovered that his tail tends to move towards and linger in areas with a large amount of money just 10 years back. It was never wrong. He walked around the bedroom, ignoring Kai and Zane as they made a mess of themselves then out to the living room where Morro was snarling along with Lloyd as Nya beat them at whatever game they were playing. He refused to believe this asshole didn't have at least two safes here. He walked into the kitchen where Cole had the kitchen island full of empty wrappers and bottles, leaving no morsel of food behind. He was getting impatient when he felt his tail move on its own. He stopped and looked back. The… The fridge? Well. That's creative. He opened the empty fridge looking around. His tail slithered in, making him shiver once it pressed itself against the back of it.

“Fucking tails and sensitivity.” He mumbled then looked at his claws, willing one to become taller.

He then traced it along the back of the fridge then paused once he came across a hitch in the smooth plastic. He then pried it open and huffed at the high tech safe just behind.

“Well I'll be damned. This guy was paranoid as fuck.” He says then gathered his electricity and pressed his hand against the handprint slot, smirking once his electricity overrode it and opened the safe.

“Holy fucking shit!” Jay yelled in glee at what the safe held.

“What is it?” Cole asked as he walked over before guzzling a bottle of mustard.

“This guy was fucking loaded!” Jay says, taking out a bar of motherfucking gold from the safe.

One of six stacked neatly inside.

“Oh fuck yes.” Jay laughed as he grabbed them all then dropped them with a gasp at what lay behind. “Is that a fucking diamond?!” He yelled then snatched it.

He looked the palm sized gem over in the light then bit at an edge. Pain flared up once the tip of his fangs were broken.

“Oh yeah. This is the real deal.” Jay says, knowing his fangs will regenerate in a few minutes.

“Hey, who has any idea what this guy sounded like. I'm gonna order room service.” Cole says as he watched Jay slip the gold into a bag he pulled from virtually nowhere.

“Check his phone. It's in the sack over there. Put it back when you're done though.” Jay says, shooting Cole a glare and he walked away to where the sack was.

He spotted it on top then blew warm air over the screen, seeing his unlock pattern and unlocked the phone. He searched through then found a few voice messages. He listened to his voice keenly before dropping the phone in the bag and walking over to the phone on the wall.

“Hello, room service?” He spoke into the phone, mimicking the man's voice perfectly. “Yes, I'd like a continental dinner buffet delivered to my suite in 15 minutes… I don't fucking care about short notice. Either you get it here in 15 or I'll move elsewhere… Good.” He says then slammed the phone back in its holder.

“They better hurry up. I'm starved.” Cole says, stretching.

“You’re always starved.” Jay huffed as he stood, zipping the bag closed and keeping it very close to his person. “Someone should save Zane. Kai might ride him to death.” He commented before he went looking for more safes.

Cole considered it then shrugged. It would be something good to pass the time with… With that, he headed off to the bedroom. Morro on the other hand chucked his controller at the tv, cracking it.

“Fuck this! You cheated Nya!” He snarled at her.

“I don't need to cheat to beat you.” Nya huffed, tossing her controller on the coffee table.

“I literally saw you short circuit his controller with water.” Lloyd says, dropping his controller.

“I already said I don't need to cheat. Something is just wrong with your eyes.” She huffed and Lloyd rolled his eyes, knowing better than to try and get her to admit something.

“You fucking liar!” Morro yelled, wind angrily churning through the penthouse as he did.

“Hey! Watch it!” Jay yelled from on the ceiling, stuffing money into his bag, the wind making one or two bills blowing out of the safe.

“Cool it already. The TV's busted and I'm bored now. Let's just go home already.” Lloyd huffed with a glare, hands tucked into his pockets.

“Good luck getting Kai to stop fucking long enough to leave.” Nya says as Morro seethed still, already plotting revenge.

“He won't need to.” Jay says as he hopped down from the ceiling and grabbing the bills that fell. “Cole's taking over from Zane and he ordered room service. They should be here any minute now.” He says as he straightened.

Just then, there was a ding, signaling that the private elevator was in use.

“See?” Jay grinned.

“Cole! Food's here!” Nya yelled and there was silence for a few seconds before he was walking towards them, buttoning his pants with his shirt thrown over his shoulder.

He had a lot of hickies for such a short time…

“Come on. I was almost there…” Kai protested, following after him, wearing only the robe which meant…

“Fuck Kai. Don't walk out here with a boner. What the fuck.” Lloyd says with a grimace, looking away.

“Yeah, well-”

Kai was cut off when the elevator opened. Their eyes widened. In the elevator stood a tall figure with similar, smaller figures behind them. They all wore red and silver armor, the smaller ones wearing black capes while the leader wore a sliver one. Warriors.

“Room service.” Kozu- first fucking General- says with his holy swords gripped in all four hands.

“Run!” Jay yelled and they dashed, heading for the nearest window.

Cole barely dodged a hit from Kozu's sword and Morro turned around, using his wind to blow him back- or at least he tried. He was made differently from all the rest. He was heavier. Morro grunted as he was head-butted, the force sending him flying across the space and into one of few walls in the suite.

“Fucker!” He grunted as he pulled himself out of the concrete, blood running down his face.

“Come on Morro! We have to go!” Lloyd says, yanking him back.

“Not until I teach this asshole a lesson!” Morro growled, his skin blackening as his fangs lengthened, white markings appearing on his face.

“I run from no-one!” Nya growled, shrugging Cole off of her.

“God dammit I-”

“No wait!” Kai says, cutting Lloyd off. “Zane is still in the room. We can't leave him. You go get him and we'll hold them off as best as we can.” He told him seriously and Lloyd growled, hating that even with almost nothing but fucking on his mind, he can still be level headed enough to remember Zane and think of a plan.

“Fine. Alright. Don't do anything stupid.” Lloyd warned then took off.

“I've always wanted to kick a General's ass.” Nya says, cracking her fists as Kai passed on the plan to the others.

“We shall see that about that.” Kozu says then looked to his subordinates and nodded at them.

All six of them stepped back.

“Oh? Aren't you cocky. Think you can take all of us on by yourself?” Morro asked with a sneer.

“What's there to complain about? It'll be easier to take him down.” Cole says as he grinned, revealing thick fangs. “I for one am pretty pissed off about not getting my buffet!” He snarled, skin darkening before he roared as he charged at the General, Nya and Morro charging too.

Kozu smirked.

______

“Zane what the fuck?! We have to go!” Lloyd yelled as Zane laid there on the bed, partially naked with only the sheets covering his ass, drifting in and out of sleep.

“Blame Kai. He made me tired.” Zane mumbled, nuzzling into the pillows.

“Zane. There's a fucking General hunting us. Do you want to die?” Lloyd growled in irritation. “It took us a month to convince you to come back to the mortal realm. I'm not doing it again.” He warned and Zane only hummed.

Lloyd growled in irritation.

______

Nya grunted as she hit the ground hard, gripping her side.

“That all you got.” She panted as she forced herself to sit up, blood dripping from her side.

“How about some shock therapy!” Jay yelled as he threw an electrical punch at the General.

He grabbed him by the hand as he strangled Kai then threw them both down hard, knocking the wind out of them. They groaned then yelped as they rolled out of the way out of his blessed swords as they came down on them.

“I've had enough of you.” Morro sneered then jumped Kozu with a yell, spinning his way out of his swords’ reach.

He then shoved his clawed fingers into his eyes but his claws only broke on impact. That didn't stop him from clawing at his face and helmet, snarling like a rabid animal.

“Filthy demon!” Kozu growled then grabbed him by the back of his neck and pried him off his face.

He grabbed him by the hair with one hand, holding his hands behind his back with another and held a blessed blade to his neck.

“Any last words?” Kozu says as his warriors stepped forward once the others moved to attack.

“I have a few.” All of their attention turned to Lloyd and Zane who was standing still behind him, eyes an eerie gold, just like Lloyd's overcasted ones.

Lloyd casted those eyes onto the others and their eyes also became gold with his control.

“Demonic influence.” Kozu growled behind his mouthpiece.

“Kai. Nya.” Lloyd says and they used their powers together, creating a huge cloud of steam, filling the room.

Kozu quickly drew his sword but cut thin air. There was the sound of multiple flapping before he rushed forward to the nearest window, hopping out and allowing his cape to morph into large, white stone wings. He looked around but the demons were nowhere in sight. He couldn't sense them anywhere.

“Mark my words, Nobles of the Underworld. I will keep Ninjago City free from your evil.” He growled lowly.

_______________

“We could have handled it.” Nya says then winced as Kai took care of the wound on her side that wouldn't be healing anytime soon.

Stupid fucking blessed blades.

“Yeah? Wait until Wu hears about this. Then Kozu will get what's coming to him.” Cole huffed between bites as he stress ate.

“Was using your princely powers necessary?” Zane murmured from where he was lounging on the couch, head resting in Jay's lap as he counted his loot, the sack of valuables nearby.

What? You thought he'd leave it?

“Are- are you fucking kidding me Zane?” Lloyd says turning to him from where he was standing by the door. “You could have been killed if I hadn't. You all could have been!” He yelled at him then growled as he turned away again.

“It was my fault. I shouldn't have let us go to that fucking penthouse. I shouldn't have let us stayed that long.” He whispered as he looked down.

“Look. We all decided to go. This isn't on you alone.” Nya says as Kai bandaged her up.

“Quit the fucking melodrama. You're sounding like a fucking Warrior or a Droid.” Morro says as he walked into the room. “Look, for all our fathers have been talking about the Generals, this is the first time we came across one. Warriors and droids we know. Generals? Not at all. Of course it'll go badly. But we have experience now. Those fuckers won't get us next time.” He swore, already planning revenge.

His dark green eyes burned with the need for vengeance.

“No-one fucks with me and gets away with it…”

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(Ah! Finally wrote a fic with mah boi Kozu involved! I've actually just queued this since I finished it pretty late but I really love this au and all the beautiful art made for it! I thought: since the ninja are demons... Why not make the Overlord, Lord and the Stone Warriors along with the Nindroids be basically this au's version of angels? By the way, Morro also has the power to control demons since in this au he is the biological son of Wu. His just looks as if he possessed them. Ah. That's all I can think to add for now. I hope you guys liked it!)

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

COSMIC - S1:E6; Chapter Six, The Monster - [Pt. 1]

A Will Byers x Gender Neutral!Reader Series

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘌𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘠/𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘌𝘭𝘴𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘑𝘰𝘺𝘤𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘣’𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴.

||𝟑𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

Joyce and Hopper sat opposite one another at the kitchen table of the Byers' home. The house was cold and hardly lit, copies of newspaper clippings scattered all around the house. One of the only light sources was a dusty chandelier that hung from the kitchen ceiling above the table and their heads, illuminating the several papers.

"Look, we gotta go through this again." Joyce insisted.

"I told you everything that I saw."

"Oh, gosh," she sighs into her hands. "Tell me again."

"Upstairs or downstairs?" Hopper asked.

"Upstairs."

"There was a laboratory. It was where they must do experiments or something, and then there was... well you see, like I said, I got turned around."

Hopper was currently sharing all he had encountered on his rogue mission at Hawkins National Laboratory. Joyce, all the while was hanging on his every word.

"I told you, it was like, I don't know, it wasn't supposed to exist. That whole area, it was abandoned and... forgotten, like it was all some big mistake. Once I found my way back, I saw that... kid's room. That other kid's room, I mean. Like it was actually used, but it didn't even look like a kid's room, neither of them did. It looked like a prison."

Hopper sighed and rubbed the bottom of his palms into his eyes tiredly, is fingers held the lit cigarette inches away from his face as he did so. "If that even makes sense,"

"Well," Joyce began, trying to get to the bottom of this never ending mystery. "So why would you think it was a kid's room, then?"

"Because, I told you, the size of the bed, there was a drawing, there was a stuffed animal--"

Joyce interrupted the man quickly. "Y-You didn't say there was a drawing."

"Yeah, there was a drawing of a... an adult and a child. It said 'Eleven' on it."

"Was it good?" Joyce pressed.

"It was a kid's drawing, Joyce. It was stick figures."

Joyce had a knowing look on her face as she stood up with a sigh, retrieving a piece of crinkled line paper and slammed it down on the table for Hopper to see.

She pointed to the detailed drawing as she sat back down.

"Wasn't Will." She stated confidently, shakily bringing the cigarette back up to her lips.

Hopper examined the drawing and everything seemed to click. He returned his gaze to the anxious mother. Hopper quickly put out his cigarette in the ashtray and made a beeline for the coffee table.

"Earl..." he muttered, as he made his way into the living room. Joyce, who had abandoned her cigarette, was right on his heels.

"The night that Benny died, Earl said he saw some kid with a shaved head with Benny," Hopper and Joyce took a seat beside one another on the living room couch, Hopper's eyes fixed on the several news clippings splayed along the wooden coffee table. "Now, I pressed him, he said it might be Will, but maybe..."

The man began shifting through the papers, and Joyce spoke up.

"Wait... Maybe, it wasn't?"

Hopper pulled the article he had been looking for and pointed to the fuzzy photograph of the woman in the article.

"Look... this woman, Terry Ives, she claims to have lost her daughter, Jane. She sued Brenner, she sued the government... Now, the claims came to nothing, but what if... I mean, what if this whole time I've been... I've been looking for Will... I've been chasing after some other kid?"

||𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

Everything is a mess.

Will is still missing, the party is falling apart, Mike and Lucas are still angsty messes that won't speak to one another, and now, El left us. She probably thinks I hate her.

'But I don't! I was just scared'

(Ok but like,,,, who else ships El and reader cause damn I've been giving myself feels lately, dang)

'We need to fix this'

I sigh and sit up from my bed and make my my way to Dustin's room.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"I just... I can't believe she didn't come back." Mike sighed.

Dustin and I agreed we needed to talk some sense into the rest of the party. So we got our bikes and made our way to Mike's. Dustin was standing opposite Mike while I currently occupied one of the D&D chairs I had pulled up. Mike was worriedly pacing the floor in front of us.

"She's gotta be close." Dustin offered.

"She said it wasn't safe. She just messed up the compasses because she wanted to protect us. She didn't betray us."

"Mike, calm down."

Mike only ignored Dustin and kept talking, more to himself than anybody it seemed.

"I shouldn't have yelled at her. I never should've done that."

"Mike, this isn't your fault." Dustin said.

"Yeah, it's Lucas'."

"It wasn't his fault, either." Dustin countered softly.

For the first time in what felt like ages, Mike stopped in his tracks. He looked at my brother dumbfounded and took a few steps in his direction. "It wasn't his fault?"

"No."

"So you're saying he wasn't way out of line?"

"Totally, but so were you!"

"What?"

"And so was Eleven."

"That's ridiculous! Y/n, tell him he's being ridiculous!"

Very calmly, I stood up with my arms crossed and stood next to my brother, and sighed, eyes fixed on Mike. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but Dustin is absolutely right."

Mike seemed even more furious. "Oh, give me a break!"

Dustin snapped at these words and stormed up to Mike. "No, Mike, you give me a break! All three of you were being a bunch of little assholes! Y/n and I were the only reasonable ones! But the bottom line is... you pushed first. And you know the rules. You draw first blood..."

"No! No way! I'm not shaking his hand."

"You're shaking his hand." I press, stepping forward.

He was sure to make eye contact with me over Dustin's shoulder as he spoke. "No, I'm not."

So I strode toward him and gave him a slight glare.

"This isn't a discussion. This is the rule of law. Obey or be banished from the party. Do you wanna be banished?" I asked firmly.

Mike crossed his arms and pouted before speaking up meekly. "No."

"Good!" I chirp, my face beaming as if we hadn't just been fighting which seem to only terrify him more.

I all but skipped over to the chair grabbing my coat, Dustin following my actions.

"Where are we going?" Mike asked with a hint of frustration.

"Where do you think?" Dustin asked as he put his arms through the sleeves of his coat.

"We're going to get Lucas." I finished, straightening my jacket then looked back to Mike.

My face softened and I tilted my head slightly. "And then we're gonna find Eleven."

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The three of us stood on Lucas's porch and I rang the doorbell. We stood waiting until the door swung open and Lucas stood there glaring at all three of us, but mostly Mike.

"What do you want?" He spit, resting his hands in his pockets.

There was brief silence which was then interrupted by a muffled smack of Dustin hitting Mike in the arm.

Mike sighed softly and looked to Lucas, clearly hating every second of this.

"I drew first blood, so..." he extended his hand for Lucas to shake but Lucas didn't move.

Great. Of course nobody was going to make anything easy. Why would they?

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Somehow I had convinced Lucas to let us all in and now, we all stood in the middle of his living room as he paced silently across the floor considering Mike's offer. He finally stopped and stared at the three of us.

"Okay, I'll shake."

Mike sighed what I barely made out to be a "finally" as he extended his arm out once more. Dustin and I perked up, that was until Lucas continued.

"On one condition. We forget the weirdo and go straight to the gate." He finished, arms crossed defiant.

"Then the deal's off." Mike barked.

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

"No, no, not fine! Guys seriously?" Dustin yelled, as I threw my head back frustrated.

Dustin forced Mike to face him as he spoke. "Do you even remember what happened on the Bloodstone Pass?"

Lucas and Mike shared a confused glance.

Dustin seemed shocked and offended that they had no recollection and continued.

"We couldn't agree on what path to take, so we all split up the party and those trolls took us out one by one. And it all went to shit. And we were all disabled! So we stick together, no matter what!"

"Yeah, I agree. But this is the party, right here in this room."

"El is one of us now."

"Um, no, she's not. Not even close! Never will be. She's a liar, a traitor--"

"She was just trying to keep us safe! She didn't mean to hurt you. It was an accident!"

"An accident?"

"All right, accident or not... admit it, it was a little awesome." Dustin said.

"Awesome?"

"Yeah, she threw you in the air with her mind!"

"I could have been killed!"

"Would everybody just shut up for one second, please!" I snap.

Everybody looks to me, a shocked expression on their faces.

I step forward and begin my long awaited  rant.

"I am sick of your attitude." I point at Lucas. "I am sick of your whining." I point to Mike. "I am sick of all three of you bickering," I gesture to all of them. "I love you guys and I can't thank you enough for taking me in and including me, know that, but GOD I am tired of being stuck listening to you boys argue about every little thing!"

I myself began pacing, my voice continuously rising. "I'm sick of putting up with all your petty arguing when we should be looking for Will only to come home at the end of the day, having found NOTHING and crying my eyes out because the only person who never gave a shit about who started what is missing and probably dead!"

I stopped pacing and looked to the boys who were all silent. I sighed and lowered my voice. "Lucas, you're right. You could have been killed. Which is exactly why we need her. She is more powerful than all of us combined."

"Y/n's right. Do you seriously wanna fight the Demogorgon with your wrist rocket?" Mike said, anger still in his voice. "That's like R2-D2 going to fight Darth Vader. We're no use to Will if we're dead."

Lucas looked torn for a moment, but then he shook his head and pointed at the three of us. There was disappointment in his voice. "If you three wanna waste your time looking for a traitor, go ahead, 'cause I'm not spending my time on her anymore. No way!"

I sighed, putting my face in my hands. Lucas continued.

"I'm going to the gate. I'm going to find Will."

Lucas shoved the boys aside and stormed off, leaving the three of us alone in more ways than one.

[ikonislife]

Drabble #4

-Hanbin x Reader

-Friend to lover drabble.

-Is this too long to be a drabble? If it is lemme know, I’ll just move it to the normal masterlist. 

You had thought by this age, those days of enthusing over your crush on a boy who would never look your way would be long gone, a thing of the past. Who knew the boy would only upgraded to a man, and you still very much gushing about him in your diary near daily. If you have to be really honest with yourself, all this seems a bit childish considering you’re no longer a teenage girl with only a kiss under your belt to count as “dating experience”. Yet if you think really hard, there’d be no other way for you to openly dream of the man without it getting back to his ears by the end of the night. Your guy best friend and roommate, Bobby? Also his best friend and boy, has he got loose lips. Your girl best friend? She got scooped up by Bobby faster than you could even finished introducing them to one another. Although you know she wouldn’t mention this tiny crush to her dear boyfriend, the chance of it getting out by some freak accident still greater than you’d care to risk. Plus, you didn’t want to burden her, having putting on her the need to lie to Bobby, whom she had never lied to before. 

1/1/18

- Once again, Hanbin had made it quite difficult for my poor heart to function. Why does he feels the need to roam this apartment as if he lives here. Honestly who does this boy think he is, showing up unannounced looking mighty fine in that giant white button up he stole from Bobby. 

Also, what is it with him and Bobby being shirtless 25 hours a day. Does neither of them know of this concept call PJ shirts or are they just too broke to afford shirts. What happened to mutually respecting the common space between roommies. 

On that note, he got yet another tattoo and lord does it

The sudden thunderous bang of the front door had your heart near leaping out of your chest, the neat rows of unfinished thought permanently ruined with a giant jagged black line wiggling its way through the page before the pen too, tumbling out of your grasp fro shock.

“Hey Y/n!!!!”

“God, Hanbin. You’re going to give me a heart attack one of these day. Why are you here again, where’s the bunny.” 

Of course out of all the day for him to walk in on you penning down your deepest thought, it’d be the day where you finally convinced yourself to enjoy the living room, taking the chance to utilize the space without Bobby’s incessant screaming at the TV. Seriously, what even made you think writing in your diary in the common space would be a good idea, you should’ve known this would happen even as sure as you were they had gone out for dinner. The cosmic hates you, of course this would happen.

“He ran into his girl, she was on her way up and they abandoned me so I came back to hang with you. Well, more like I didn’t wanna be third wheel.” Eyes lingering in your wide open book, his lips suddenly curl up in a mischievous smirk. “Ooooo diary. Whatcha wrote? I saw my name.” 

Is it possible for your blood to physically drains from your body in an instant, because if it is, you were sure that’s what happening right this second. Even in the muddy reflection of the Tv screen, you could tell your face had just gone ghost white from the sudden reminder that the gateway to your most secretive thoughts is still very much in public domain... Worse, Hanbin’s domain. 

“NOTHING!” As your panicking self regaining a bit of composure after a less than normal scream for an answer, the leather bound book slowly closing and as inconspicuous as you could, slid it away from sight under the cushion. “I mean, nothing, it’s nothing.”

Giant puffy coat shed, Hanbin settles just beside your warm body, stealing body heat and no doubt already craving skin-ship in the short 10 minutes since Bobby had left him to have his own fun. A stupidly adorable pout blooming on his cherry soft lips, those doe eyes working you into a stupor but before it could accomplish its mission of prying info out of you, his desire for skin contact overdrive every other function in his body as Hanbin nudges his nose right into the crook of your neck. 

“Please, tell me! Y/n~ I saw my name~”

“It’s nothing.” You sigh in relief, mentally thanking yourself for having written your deepest, most intimate thought in (insert your language). At least you’re not all dumb and daze when it comes to Hanbin... Although, you’re this close to just giving him the damn book just to shut his whiny ass up. Seriously, how could a grown man be on par with a three years old, Bobby really didn’t named him whine king for no reason. 

“Please~ I promise I won’t tell anyone. I saw my name, Y/n~~”

“It’s private, Binnie, I can’t...” You’re struggling, the truth teetering at the tip of your tongue, asking, begging to see the light of day especially when hanbin is practically on his knees, dying to know. You aren’t even sure what’s worse, fighting the urge to kiss him right there on the spot or keeping this secret. He had made it near impossible not to let your gaze lingers on those sharp collar bones peeking from the wide neckline white tee sheer enough for you to make out the dark patch of ink so handsome on his smooth skin. 

Yet you’re scare, fearful of the catastrophic power of the words waiting to be unleash, would it pummel this friendship into nothingness? You’re too much of a coward to find out, even with the sweet begging and gentle whisper... You just couldn’t.

“Oh...” How Hanbin could shift from sounding like honey to this icy tone cutting at your heart in a mere second, you’re too drunk in him to keep up with. “It can’t be too good then if you’re so afraid of me finding out.” Gone were the little teasing smirk, gone too was the soft nudges and tight hug around your waist. In place, a bitter chuckle, almost in disbelief that you could think of him as anything else other than a friend. Had he done anything wrong, offended you somehow that you’d resort to badmouthing him in a diary. A dreary sigh rips from his lungs as the handsome man shy away from your touch, getting up preparing for another trek in the cold night. 

“No, Hanbin. That’s not what-”

“It’s okay, Y/n. I know I can be a lot sometimes, the bunny told me all the time. I understand.” Even when he’s upset with you, Hanbin couldn’t help but does his best to soften the blow with a weak smile. Actually, he’s not upset with you really, just the situation. As he pull back the jacket that hadn’t had a chance to dry, Hanbin mentally curses himself for being so careless, for forcing you into revealing things that no one should see in the first place. 

“Binnie, just listen for one second, please.” Before his cold fingertips could reach for the handle of the front door, you had thrown your body in between his and the wooden barrier, a desperate gaze in your eyes. “I’ll tell you, just, promise me you won’t be angry.”

“You don’t have to, I’m sorry for pressing. I know diary is something precious and really, you don’t have to. Just tell me that it’s not something bad. I shouldn’t have look in the first place, i’m sorry.” And with that Hanbin remains silent, his gaze intently on your shifting features but those beautiful eyes no longer as stormy. 

“I want to tell you for awhile now, just, I’m too much of a coward to.” No longer could you bear the burning of his gaze so yours downcast to his chest, the place where you had always associate with warmth and comfort through the many movie night he’d let you rest your weary mind on. “I wrote that you made it difficult for me, for my heart.” His lips parted in what you guess, shock, and you could feel the force of thousand storm forming into word at his tongue. “Just let me finish, don’t say anything yet.”

Your eyes searching for his, looking for any sign at all but all you got was an undecipherable mixture of emotion flashing, mingling with confusion. Nevertheless, hanbin respects your wish and kept his lips tight. 

“Thank you.” Your eyes flutter close, the most strenuous sigh dances its way from your quivering lips. “I said you made it difficult because my poor heart overworks itself every time you’re near me. It’s like any second, you could look my way steal all the air out of my lungs and honestly, I don’t know how much longer I can handle it. I like you, Hanbin, I like you so much that it’s unbearable but I know you won’t ever look my way. I don’t know if you’ve never notice the way I act around you or chose not to but it’s unlike how I am with any other guys. And I know it’s stupid to write in some stupid diary but it’s the only way I could stop myself from overbearing you.”

Once again, your search for any emotion on his face fail as your heart breaks at the blank canvas, lacking any and all response to the giant bomb you had just dropped on him. Unknowingly, your lips whisper a meek “please say something” with tears pricking at your lashes but Hanbin stays still. 

“I’m sorry, this must all be so suffocating for you. Now that you know what I wrote, you’re welcome to leave.” A small apology chokes out of you before your body moves aside, clearing the doorway for the stunned man to make his way into the night. At this point, you’re not sure if you want to linger and watch Hanbin leaves at in the light of your crush made public and also its demise within just a few minutes, so you walk away. 

“Goodbye, Hanbin.”

Even before the last syllable of his name hits the air, a strong hold on your wrist cast yet another mystifying shadow on your features and before you could even process which way was up, Hanbin already got you in his arms, clinging on tighter than he had ever done before. 

“You didn’t even give me a chance to breathe before condemning me right into the friend zone. That’s just mean, Y/n.” 

“What?”

“You say this is suffocating for me but, have you notice?” 

As much as you’d like to forever stay in his arms, resting your cheeks on his chest as your skin soaks in the rumble of his steady heartbeat, you’ve got to know what he’s on about. Pushing the clingy boy just as far as you could without him fighting to pull you back in, you gaze up at his face only to find the cheekiest smirk and a small kiss to your nose. 

“What are you talking about?”

“I suffocate you with my body all the time, and I don’t see you complaining. Like 5 minutes ago, I quite literally thrown myself into your lap on the couch.”

“You’re just teasing me now...” 

With a long sigh and a slight scrunch of his nose, Hanbin presses yet another kiss onto your skin, this time your cheek.

“What am I going to do with my clueless girl. I like you, for awhile now but I’m bad with words. I kept thinking of how to ask you on a date but it’s hard expressing so much emotion into words. So i smother you with affection instead.”

“You mean it?” You had always want to believe there’s just a bit extra love in the way he display his affection toward you but never once let yourself actually buy into it. To know it was all his effort to convey what he couldn’t say sets your heart ablaze. 

“Always! Get your coat, let’s go out too. Then maybe after, we’ll cuddle and you can say all those things you want to write down about me to my face. I’ll listen to it all, even all the things from the past.” 

“Promise??!”

“Promise!”

[peacekeeperangel]

Flamethrower Part 7

UUUUGH Sorry guys. Flagging inspiration is a demon. But Hey I’m back right? I’m afraid my gung-ho for this fic is slowly dying out and really it’s mostly me being stubborn and wanting to finish the project I started that’s keeping me going. Any support will be fabulous but I don’t blame if y’all abandon ship at my turnout rate in the future.(low turtle is slooooow) Summary: Not much is known about Sans the Skeleton. He owns a bar in Snowdin. He has a younger brother Named Papyrus. And recently something’s been raiding his trash for food. Reversing the Roles of the Baby Blaster AU originally created by @spacegate

Part 7 of (?) Notice: this Piece is mostly self-edited and may contain typos, grammar errors and run on sentences. if you spot a mistake, please report kindly

A piercing buzz startled Orange awake, causing his flames to flicker wildly before he could regulate his breathing into something resembling normal. Not for the last time he wished he wasn’t such a heavy sleeper but he doubted it would help, especially if White considered doing something other than playing a loud noise at random intervals.

“All agents, assemble in Main Room in ten minutes.” White’s voice came through the hidden speakers with such intensity that made it sound like the monster was in the room with the tiny fire elemental. Of course he wasn’t though, the room was only large enough for Orange in his “Feline” form as White called it, and even then he had to crawl along on his belly to get through the small iron door that vanished into the wall when it was open.

“About time runt.” Blue was already there, the brawny older flame standing in a corner looking fairly broody and mean-spirited as usual. “Was sure you’d get us inta trouble with White again.”

There were others in the room besides the Blue flame, at least four other flames, like them, all different colours and all striving very hard to ignore the obvious confrontation between the youngest of their number and the strongest.

Orange did his best to be as non-confrontational as he could be, hunching up into a ball and keeping his eyes averted from Blue’s angry gaze. “I dun even know why White puts up with you anyway, he should have ground you down for EXP months ago-”

“That’s enough Blue!” a bright yellow flame, almost as big as the burly bully stepped between Orange and Blue.

“Out of my way Yellow! I’m going to raise my LOVE like White wants us to do!” “Not at the expense of our own!” Yellow snarled back, his “mouth” exposed, fangs of yellow flame bared at his peer. “We need to look out for each other, remember?”

“That was before-” Blue was cut off as the large door slid open and in stepped White, his skinny frame ramrod-straight, white lights ghosting along the youngsters as they rushed to form neat rows in bipedal form, as they had long ago been instructed to do. “Very good. All present and accounted for.” White stated to no one in particular as he peered from one child to the other, marking something down on a notepad he carried with him. “the rate of your progression for EXP is down overall.”

Orange flinched as he glanced at the others out of the corner of his eye.  Red looked defeated, Indigo was obviously terrified, Green and Violet were holding back lava-like tears while they reached out to each other desperately for comfort but unable to break White’s rules for “attention” which mostly consisted of staying very still and looking at him while he talked. Blue and Yellow were probably the worst off with the former looking murderously angry as one hand dug into his arm while Yellow looked...empty.

“While this was expected, considering you’ve been grinding out EXP from specially-bred surface animals, you’ve plateaued far sooner than I’ve expected.” it sounded like what White was saying was something positive, the gleam in his eye was unmistakably angry. “I shall be altering your training program to compensate for this failure in growth.”  he pointed a long narrow finger at Orange.

No no no nononono... a welling terror sent him breaking formation, he didn’t know where he could run but anything was better than what White was going to do.

DING! Orange felt his bare feet lift off the floor. “Come with me Orange.” White commanded as he hoisted Grillby in his powerful magic.

“No! Please I don’t wanna!” Grillby thrashed, his flames spouting off like minature solar flares. “Help me Yellow! I don’t wanna burn anymore!” But Yellow wasn’t there. None of them were, just Six piles of Ashy soot in a rapidly darkening room until Grillby couldn’t see them anymore. “Enough of this ridiculous behaviour Orange.” White scolded pulling him further into the dark. “You are a fire elemental, burning is how you exist in this world.” a dim orange cut a door out of the void, “It’s time you used that existence to actually benefit Monsterkind for once.”

White reached out and opened the door. “Now go out there and grind out some EXP.” he proclaimed before throwing Grillby into the writhing, screaming maw of hell.

“I gotcha kid.”

Grillby jolted awake in time to watch a glob of half-melted metal get thrown out the open window in a field of blue magic. The heat of the room was so intense that Grillby was barely able to feel the familiar chill of Snowdin’s “Night” cycle. He was amazed that Sans was able to remain so composed in the intense heat.

“Feel like talking about it?” Sans asked, closing the window. Somehow the short skeleton always knew when Grillby was having nightmares. He never said anything about the nightmares, only asked if the flame elemental wanted to talk about it.

He never wanted to talk about it. “No...” Grillby mumbled. “Want me to stay?”  Sans asked pulling a new Fire Talisman from a pocket, hanging it once more from a small nail on the wall. Once Sans had sat down and explained the purpose of the little metal plates Grillby had felt utterly relieved to have them. Actually he had wanted to put up more than one but Sans told him that they had to make them last, since they were difficult to make.

“...” Grillby hugged his pillow and tried very hard to avoid Sans’ gaze. This was the third time tonight he had melted a talisman.

“Just let me know kid. I’ll be right outside.”  

______

“Sans this cannae go on!” Caedmon barked.

“Says the monster with the highest Home-repair bill in Waterfall.” Sans yawned as he poured himself something strong from the bar into a shot glass. “How’s Undyne’s cooking lessons by the way?”

“That’s different and ye know it ye bony bugger!” Caedmon growled from his stool at the bar. “You’re barely getting enough rest standin’ sentry and the Boy’s managing to blow out nearly half a dozen talismans a night. Ye need to do something!” “I am doing something.” Sans replied before throwing the glass back and downing the beverage in one solid gulp. “I’m making sure the kid’s safe and getting a full night’s sleep without worrying that the Fire Elemental’s version of wetting the bed doesn’t burn the house down.”

“The kid still won’t say what’s givin’ him terrors is he?” “Nope. And I know he’s uncomfortable sleeping on the bed.” Sans sighed, “Or maybe he’s just uncomfortable sleeping with me there but it’s way too risky in case a talisman blows out.”

“Can’t ye ‘read’ him like all yer other clientele?” Caedmon asked dryly.

“I’m not freaking telepathic Ironbutt.” Sans replied dryly, “My shtick is just good observation and really good intuition.”

“Really now? Just that?” Caedmon leaned forward. “Okay then can you gue-”

Before the living armour could finish his sentence Sans had a shot glass full of the same liquid he had just drank himself. 

“It’s harder with some but....”  Sans grin grew to Cheshire levels without moving an inch.

“Oh shush.” Caedmon said with disgust. ______

“What do you want to do today Grillby?” the elemental stared at Papyrus like he was cracked. “I...don’t understand?” Since he had recovered enough from his illness to get out of bed, Papyrus had dedicated himself to the care of their new housemate with all the gusto he put into pretty much anything he did. Papyrus was to be a great hero after all! You couldn’t be a great anything without putting everything into it! The only problem was that Grillby appeared to be just about uncomfortable with everything. Sans suggested that something had happened to Grillby that was so terrible that it made the little elemental frightened of the world- Which meant it was up to Papyrus to show Grillby that the world was wonderful! “Come now Grillby!” Papyrus crowed, pointing at Grillby. “There must be something you like to do, that makes you feel happy?” the little elemental shrunk back and looked away from the finger. “Y-y’ello hided with me a lot. That was nice.” “Nyeh?” this was new information. “Who is this Yello monster?” Papyrus asked curiously, turning his head to look Grillby in the eye. The elemental only responded by squeezing his eyes shut, looking more like a tiny pillar with clothes on a kitchen chair instead of s child. It was clear that this was one of those things Sans told him about. A bad thing that Grillby wouldn’t want to talk about. Fair enough, Papyrus concluded. He would simply have to work with the information given. “So you enjoy hiding then? Well I don’t know if there are very many places to hide in this house...” he looked around. “But let it never be said that the Great Hero Papyrus let a challenge best him!” and before Grillby could ask the skeleton dashed out of the kitchen with a cackle of glee. Grillby carefully slipped off the chair to follow Papyrus only for the Skeleton to burst into the room with a handful of small objects. “While the Great Hero Papyrus is constructing your fun for today, he thought that you might enjoy the use of his Battle Strategy models. Feel free to call on the Great Hero should you need him for anything!” the teenage skeleton unceremoniously dumped the items onto the table before once more dashing into the living room.

The items were, in fact little male and female monsters, mostly dressed in fancy armour and holding fancy weapons. Most appeared like animals, others appeared to look like random items. There was even a turtle-monster that reminded Grillby of the old Turtle that had visited them awhile ago.

Then at the bottom of the pile, he spotted it. A bright yellow doll shaped like Grillby in green armour, grinning fearlessly, their mouth fully exposed to the world.

Grillby stared....

“You have to Orange...” he gasped, lava leaking from blackened wounds as he held the sword to his chest. Grillby dropped the doll, kicking at it and sending it skittering across the kitchen floor. Gasping and panting he held out his hands, watching as tiny licks of flame expelled off his body, the heat of the room rising.

No No nononono... he tried to calm down, to get his fire to calm, but nothing was working! He was going to burn down the house and kill everyone and then White would be mad at him and-

“Here you are.” A fire talisman was pressed into Grillby’s hands and with it a force seemed to press his flames down until they were back to their normal consistency. “Feel better now?” Papyrus asked kneeling to look the elemental straight in the face.

The tears began to well up into Grillby’s solid white eyes. “Sorry...” he murmured fiddling with the little metal disk in his hands. “Do you need anything else?” Papyrus asked, his voice surprisingly soft. “It’s okay to tell me, It’s a Great Hero’s job to help people in distress!” Grillby blinked and wiped at his face. “... Wuz a Hee-row?” He mumbled. “Want me to show you?” Papyrus asked holding out a hand. ____

“I’m home.” Sans called out... to find Papyrus sitting cross-legged on the couch with a large pile of comic books stacked next to him. “Hello brother!” Papyrus called out cheerfully. “Grillby asked an important question, so I have been reading him all the finest quality examples of Heroism I have collected from the Trash!” Sans quirked a brow. “Izzat so? Where is the little dude?” Papyrus tilted his head. “Grillby? Please ring once if you would like Sans to know where you are, twice if you do not.” Ding

before Sans could ask, Papyrus hopped off the sofa and motioned quietly to Sans before moving towards the back of the sofa. Sans followed his brother’s silent instructions only noticing the throw blanket that had been ever-so carefully poised to make a little tent in-behind the sofa, under that tent was a nest of blankets and pillows scoured from every inch of the house with currently housed a ball of fiery fuzz curled around a small silver call bell. “The Great Hero Papyrus has been training his new sidekick on the important lore of Heroism!” Papyrus declared primly. “Grillby and I have been going over lore while he makes his secret hideout extra comfy!” Grillby in his feline form peeked over a pillow to look up at the elder skeleton. Sans grinned. Once again Papyrus to the rescue, it was obvious that Grillby was the most relaxed he had ever been since entering the house. “I’ll have to commission you Papyrus. It looks super comfortable in there. I might need one.” “It’s for Heroes only Sans! Nyeh heh heh!” despite his protest Papyrus chuckled in pride.

“Riiight. I bet there’s a few around the house I don’t know about too?” “Well there was going to be more...” Papyrus replied sheepishly, “But good Heroes need lots of rest to be at their best when they are needed!”

“Well no rush, You’ll be only one ring away it seems!” Papyrus groaned.

It was later that night that Sans personally added the curtains and extra blankets and pillows to Grillby’s bed. The little elemental managed to sleep fairly soundly... But Sans had to telekinetically pull a Fire-tailsman from it’s hook on the wall to keep the cherry-red metal from scorching the drywall. “Baby steps.” he murmured over the hiss of the melting snow on the windowsill.

[moonraccoon-exe]

Beauty and Beast Gladnis AU - The Dance

Here go more headcanons for the Ignis and the Beast AU, this time regarding that famous dance scene, scribbled more like a fiction of sorts (adding a Read More). Just as a note, I’m agreeing over here with @vinsmoke03 (tagging you so readers know, you don’t have to read this through if you don’t want, buddy) on Prompto’s and Noctis’ roles in this AU. :)

It is Ignis who asked Gladio for that dance, not the other way around. 

Ignis, despite being a town boy, behaves as if he belonged to royalty; he’s cousin to the town’s mayor (?), works second hand to him, and hence he moves into the “high society” world (among commoners).

Hence, Ignis knows how to dance. It’s etiquette. Besides, he always liked the shadowy “abandoned” castle in the distance and often fantasized as a kid about how life would be there if it was occupied (poor child had no idea about the magic in there, like the rest of town), so it was usual to find him learning to waltz on his own, holding a teddy  bear as dance companion.

Even though it started as a child fantasy, his constant training lead him to really develop formal dancing skills.

During his stay in the castle, and after a couple months in there (already used/befriended to Gladio, just not as intimately), he finds himself missing the dancing; there were not many chances in town (besides the informal parties), and he had been so busy being scared and sassy against Gladio that he hadn’t even thought about his private dancing.

He was cleaning/exploring a room with his furniture friends when the desire of dancing came back. In the room he came across an abandoned harpsichord; destroyed and dirty, Ignis smiled nonetheless and sat down, toying quietly with a few keys. Prompto, the candelabra that’s insisted all the time to follow him around, asks him happily if he knows how to play.

Ignis, however, does not. He recalls that it moved him to see the instrument because it reminded him of dancing.

“Ooooh! You used to dance?”, “In great ball halls?”, “With a lot of noblemen and women?”, “And pretty wide dresses?”.

Ignis laughs at how cute all his furniture friends can be, and a bit at himself, and shakes the head. “In my room, actually. No music. And my companion was a plush toy”.

Noctis, a clock that’s always hanging with Prompto, and who the rest of the furniture behave oddly formal to as if though he was their leader of sorts, laughs at that, “well, I bet you’re at least better than I could ever be, Specs”.

There seemed to be some inside joke Ignis didn’t quite understand, but he let it slip. 

“Ignis, you seem excited at the idea of dancing” Iris, a tea pot, says happily. “This room is very big. And there’s no moody beast nearby. Why don’t you dance a little?”

“Without music?”

“You said you danced with no music in your room.”, “Plus, we can all sing something!”

“Hm..there’s just a little question now. Who would be my partner?”

“OH! I WANNA! I WANNA!”, Prompto, of course.

Ignis laughs with his little friend and stands up, both heading to the centre of the room. Ignis reverences and Prompto dumbly follows him, and the rest of the furniture friends that are there start singing lyric-less music.

Except none know any particular song so it’s just a mess of “La la la” choruses as if it was a children party.

Ignis laughs anyway while he dances with Prompto; at first he tried to stay bent down to carefully hold Prompto’s candles (turned off), but Ignis’ to tall and Prompto’s too tiny, so it doesn’t work, and both decide to just dance together one in front of the other.

Ignis does small, too small steps and doesn’t dance properly, because his companion can’t do it like him; so we have an amused Ignis trying not to pressure his companion, a candelabra that’s awkwardly and furiously jumping around.

That’s how Gladio walks in on the scene: a lot of the furniture loudly La la’ing like little children, Talcott, a small tea cup, and Iris jumping on random harspichord keys, Noctis awkwardly moving a bit with a white feathered duster, Luna, as if trying hard to dance properly but dealing with a limping leg,  and Ignis trying to dance with a candelabra that’s desperately jumping side to side.

Gladio, much more self controlled after a few months with Ignis, decides to just let them be: he’s keeping the guy prisoner, the less he can do is let him have fun, and seen (from Gladio’s perspective only, tbh) as Ignis apparently has no enjoyment in Gladio’s pressence, the latter decides to leave him alone with his friends for once.

That night, Ignis is dragged to a room he had not been to before by his friends, and, excitedly and not stopping to jump (they behave like kids at times, but that’s just because Ignis is so open and kind with/to them, and they hadn’t had this much fun since long ago), they show him some of the royal parties clothes abandoned in there.

Ignis finds himself asking permission to see through them, and he finds this particular suit that catches his eye: yellowish golden on top, both the shirt and the overcoat, with darker decoration, white formal pants, and golden-brown boots. 

Truth be told, he prefers black or blue colors, but the suit he just found is a fine piece of art and he can’t stop staring.

He won’t try it on no matter how much Iris, Talcott and the rest insist: “what if they belonged to a king or a prince?”

“Nah man. The prince is too tiny to fit in there”

“What do you mean is?” Ignis is questioning, but Prompto’s too busy containing his laughter and Noctis is busy glaring at him and staring away as if embarrassed at some inside joke Ignis doesn’t get again. Iris has to save the day with some “He meant he imagines the prince must have been small” sort of excuse. Ignis still has no idea he’s treating with royalty, poor guy, bless him.

To clarify, Noctis is still prince: the reason he’s a furniture piece and Gladio became the beast is because when that evil red haired wizard dressed in second-hand coats attacked, Gladio, sworn shield of the prince, stood in between to stop the spell: it broke through his shield, but it didn’t get past Gladio, who receives Noctis’ spell while Noctis received the one that affected the rest of the people in there (along Prompto, his non royalty friend who had been there by Noct’s own invitation to the party that was being held).

It’s Iris who gives Ignis the idea of asking Gladio for a dance.

Iris hasn’t told Ignis she’s Gladio’s sister, and has taken the role of adviser for poor Ignis; has heard him ramble about Gladio and his behavior since “I’m actually terrified; I act like I’m not and chide him, but I feel like I’m about to pass out everytime he gets close” to “He’s the biggest jerk I have ever known, ohmygod, how do you stand him?” and all the way towards “He read to me today without stuttering. Iris, I think it’s not that he forgot to read; I think he was nervous. Why  do you think he could be nervous? Why would he lie? He’s actually a bit shy, isn’t he? He seems to be sort of scared at times. I shouldn’t be as rude as I sometimes am, should I?”

She insisted on Ignis to wear the suit, and lead the conversation to telling him that he could wear it if there was a proper dance. Ignis recalled on how there wasn’t another human for a “proper dance”, and Iris reminded him that while there was not a human, there was at least one creature more with a proper two legs.

It took Ignis three days of not knowing what kind of reaction he could get, until he just asked at dinner with Gladio once, immediately after both laughed at the awkward of Gladio accidentally pouring a little soup on himself.

They were not even done laughing when Ignis was already staring down, smiling and a bit flustered, and just hurried it; “Gladio, would you dance with me?”

Ignis had to repeat it; Gladio heard but he was sure his brain was tricking him, so he asked for Ignis to repeat. Ignis didn’t dare look at him at all and his fingers fidgeted a bit with his spoon as he spoke again, “I would like to dance with you. I mean...you don’t have to if you don’t want. I just...the other day I...well, it was something silly, but it reminded me of dancing, and I found out I miss it a little. What do you say we...dance, sometime? It’s a dumb request, I know, but...”

Gladio’s mentally screeching loudly because 1. his crush is asking him to dance 2. Ignis is not being rude or sassy and is actually acting shy whatdoesthatmean omg does he like me back, and 3. OF COURSE I WANNA DANCE WITH YOU IGGY BUT I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO.

So there’s a heavy awkward silence before Gladio tells him he would love it, but he has honestly no idea how to dance; he danced when... (he silenced himself for a moment) “years ago” he corrected, but now he most surely had no idea how to.

Gladio had no route of escape when Ignis told him he didn’t have to know; they weren’t dancing for anybody, and nobody was watching, and nobody judged, it would be just for fun. 

Omg how do I say no, he’s so adorable agh fuck you Iggy you’re too cute (of course, he just thinks this).

So all the furniture pieces go all excited that night (they ship Gladnis so badly) and help them both get dressed and prepared.

They enjoy some book reading, dinner, and then the dancing. Everyone tried to give them privacy, but tbh they all were getting sneak peeks from different spots.

Gladio was already feeling very nervous; he used to dance when he was a human, but it’s been to long, and besides he has never tried with the beast paws instead, and he cares too deeply about Ignis’ sight of him and fears to leave a bad impression.

Things only got worse when he saw Ignis in the golden and white attire.

Gladio knew Ignis made him weak, but he didn’t imagine he could make him this weak. Seeing Ignis, his muscular beast legs suddenly feel like they belong to a baby deer learning to walk.

Ignis smiles at him and, when they’re in front of each other, he adjustes Gladio’s tie (he has some mania for perfection).

“I hope you don’t mind, but...I found this suit and...”

“Keep it. Keep it. You look...” Gladio has to stop here and look away; he’s not sure if it’s noticeable what with his face covered in furr, but he feels he’s blushing so much he could light up a whole castle. “...you look...”

Ignis laughs when Gladio can’t find or manage to spit out the word. “I’m flattered. So do you.”

Gladio can only smile at him and offer his hand so they can go downstairs to the hall.

Once there, they reverence to each other, and the living music instruments start playing a soft, quiet and pretty waltz. Ignis sighs and smiles: damn he loves waltzes. 

Gladio seems like he’s going to have a heart attack out of panic, so Ignis softly takes one of his paws. 

“Worry not, and just follow. I’ll lead.”

Gladio relaxes a bit at the way Ignis’ being so soft with him. He’s also thankful that Ignis, despite being shorter, smaller and more slender, decides to take the lead: anyone else would have had Gladio take it as if it was obvious and his duty, but Ignis knows Gladio doesn’t know how to dance and is scared of messing up, so he doesn’t mind leading.

Ignis guides Gladio’s paw to his waist: for a moment Gladio’s hand twitches as if, in a reflex rather than a literal thought, he found it wrong to touch Ignis with no previous verbal permission, but Ignis softly presses that paw to his waist; Gladio’s hand is so big he can round it.

Ignis doesn’t notice himself, but he didn’t feel a single itch of fear when the paw, claws included, laid on him.

Ignis softly places his hand on Gladio’s shoulder, and asks for the other hand to take his own. Gladio, still a bit scared, moves the other paw up and Ignis gives him his hand on his free will.

Gladio gets more scared again when only then does he notice (or re-notices) just how small Ignis feels in comparison; that hand is so tiny, omg, what if I accidentally break it.

He, however, calms a bit again when he looks down and Ignis is looking straight into his eyes with a softness Gladio didn’t know possible in the man that’s gone months sassing him around. 

Then he gets scared again when Ignis quietly counts two times three as a warning to start dancing.

It’s not the romantic Disney dancing: Gladio really can’t dance in this state.

He’s too tough and big, and he’s standing too close to Ignis.

Gladio steps on Ignis more than 30 times all over the while.

Ignis, curiously, does not mind.

There’s no romantic gazing into each other’s eyes: both are awkwardly staring down at their feet to see how they’re doing.

Ignis teaches him slowly: now I’m moving my right foot, so you move your left one back...yes, precisely, and then you come back and- hmph! No, no, it’s okay. Like that. And then we repeat. Slow. One...two...three. One...tw-ow. It’s okay, it’s okay. Two...three. Yes, you’re improving. See?

They don’t notice as time goes, but they spend 2 hours learning and figuring out how not to step on each other.

They don’t notice because they really don’t see the awkward, they are too into it, having so much fun without noticing, that they really don’t see they look stupid.

After those two hours, Luna goes wake Iris, Prompto and Talcott up; “I think they’re dancing now, as in, for real”.

I don’t play the game in english, but I see you all love his voice actor and that he’s actually good at singing so:

How about Prompto singing to their waltz?

Ignis asks Gladio if he’s prepared and if he wants to try now. Motivated and calm after spending so much of a long while with the most patient man of the world in his arms, Gladio, confident, happily nods.

They do dance this time. There’s a bit of stumbling every now and then, and only a few steps on each other, but it’s mostly a proper dance.

“Tale as old as time...” Robbie Daymond’s voice.

By the end of the waltz, Gladio loses the tempo and both awkwardly move out of it. A few seconds into the mess, however, Gladio goes ‘Ugh’ and picks Ignis up the ground bridal-style without warning him.

For the first time since he’s there, Ignis yelps out and he’s suddenly laughing a lot being picked up, and his instinct is to hug Gladio by the neck not to fall, and Gladio, not caring about formalities, starts spinning him around.

Ignis is laughing so much, he’s never laughed like that even before arriving to the castle.

Gladio eventually stops, but doesn’t put him down. Ignis, hair messed and glasses barely hanging from ears and resting under the tip of his nose, is still hugging him and laughing, just quieter now, eyes closed.

Gladio liked the sight of him when he was formally dressed in immaculate clothing and the hair perfectly done...but he loves the sight of him like this better, because the messed hair, clothes and glasses are not there, there’s just his smile, which Gladio hadn’t seen as wide before, and he’s in the realization that he just loves it so much.

Eventually he puts Ignis down, and Gladio can’t take his eyes off him, despite Ignis apologizing for “I’ve messed up my clothes and hair”. And Gladio just thinks that if only Ignis knew that just like that, messed up, he looks so good...

Against all odds, Ignis actually reaches close to hug him, smiling, eyes closed and the side of his head resting on Gladio’s chest.

“Thank you, Gladio. I’ve never had this much fun before.”

Gladio is unable to answer: this that he feels in his chest,  this that he feels all over his head, tummy and chest, this is not “a crush” on Ignis. This thing that he feels is way beyond that. But he doesn’t dare say it.

“Did you enjoy, Gladio?”

Gladio still needs of some moments to snap out of the shock, and he’s asked again before he can reply.

“Far more than I thought, Iggy. Thank you. If it wasn’t for you, it would have never crossed my mind to do this kind of things.”

Ignis smiles at him, and once his excitement and adrenaline (things that let him into the previous laughing and hugging; without them he most  surely would not have done it) cool down, he takes a step back, clears his throat, and reverences again.

He doesn’t Disney-ruin it immediately afterwards that night: he still stays there, no major troubles interrupt.

Both leave to and stay in their respective rooms; Gladio, usually ripping his clothes off in anger when he can’t take them off like a person, undresses himself calmly that night without the furniture help.

It’s a quiet night, in which Ignis sleeps 100% peacefully for the first time since his arrival, and in which Gladio can’t sleep at all.

Gladio’s in the realization that he’s not just crushing on the guy.

I’m in love with him.

Dear, my head went all blank, so this is all I’m coming up with for now, haha.

Enjoy your Gladnis fluff, aissdfj, I love this AU.

[bellamysgriffin]

dana watches lucifer (2x11)

yo guys i’m back and i’m vvv happy to be liveblogging again

it feels so weird to be watching without my dad guys he’s driving my sister to oklahoma but usually we watch together

anyway

this clip of chloe saying her speech at the courtroom on the previously on - LIKE I NEED REMINDING 

it’s making me emotional and the ep hasn’t even started yet

pls tell me they kiss i want them to so badly 

my cat is strangling me with her love rn and i’m.... trying to type

“i hate ketchup” that’s so romantic

ARE YOU KIDDING I HATE MYSELF THEY WERE SO CLOSE

“i’m glad she showed up she kept me from making a big mistake” I’M SUING FOX AND THE WRITERS WHAT THE HELL

trixie is back i missed her

“they’re a wonderfully scrumptious start to your day”

ok now i’m imagining maze and trixie grocery shopping

trixie Knows and ships deckerstar

trixie KNOWS

MAZE I MISSED YOU SO MUCH MY FAVE I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU

i missed that whole scene by squealing abt maze lol 

maze craves validation bc she wanted chloe to be happy

aw chloe maze tried so hard don’t tell her that

it’s ok chloe i forgive you

CHARLOTTE no 

i’m already mad at her

my tv is glitching so y’all better provide some quality gifs

“it’s about chloe” and then instantly he turns into Protective Boyfriend™

ok charlotte ships deckerstar too and she’s back on the good list

she was nvr really off it i have a weakness for lucifer women

“you don’t have to prove anything to me” that was something very nice said very harshly

“not in a fun way” 

“not the slut police and i mean you not her” DAMN I LOVE CHLOE

hmmm that was a good plan while it lasted but

“jana! always with the tragic timing”

oh my god is lucifer a murder suspect again

“maybe she’d still be alive” and already he’s feeling guilty jesus i just want him to be h a p p y

also where is ella i want her on my screen right now

“ditch the loser from lux. that’s terrible, she was seeing someone else from lux?

maze is proud of herself dan leave her alone

my cat is back and ready to prevent the typing

danikeen - is that their brotp name?

ppl need to stop yelling at maze right now ok

i like his white suit a lot

her fun is being with her daughter aww

ok lucifer is actively pursuing a relationship and i - i’m emotional

“she’s spoken for” “haha no i’m not”

this guy is a dog and i hate him

ok i need linda and ella and amenadiel to cleanse my soul from that dick

“you two are a lot alike” how DARE YOU

ANOTHER murder??? things are heating up and i like it

“pretty sure you didn’t sleep with this guy” “actually ur wrong” OH MY GOD IT’S CHRISTMAS

“you’ll need a much bigger notepad”

this parade of lovely women with the song hot pants in the background is my aesthetic

“bit of a dry spell these last few months” ik this is a joke .... but that’s probably bc that’s when he met chloe js

dan don’t you dare things are complicated enough

“the best night of my life” in a bunch of different inflections is possibly the best scene in this show to date

also i love how they included a guy

and his explanations to dan omg this is hilarious

chloe is SO JEALOUS

OH MY GOD I’M SCREAMING AND CRYING 

NOT OUT LOUD BUT JUST TRUST ME

ok now lucifer is sad so um.... cue character growth?

oh good more charlotte shipping deckerstar i love it

it’s still so weird that chloe thinks charlotte is lucifers ex

“last thing i need is a step-dan” “you say some really weird things man” i love their dynamic

LINDA

LINDA

LINDA

OK I’M GOOD BACK TO COMMENTARY

LINDA

SORRY 

also linda and maze in the same scene????. christmas confirmed.

“you want me to stab this friend of yours” ok i love how maze is oblivious but also she’s Ready to Fight for linda and i’m just..... wow that’s beautiful

“that’s human” “i’m a demon” “i actually think ur more human than a lot of ppl i know” what kinda romantic bs is this??? i love it

“ur saying i’m awesome” “i’m saying that u need to say ur awesome” 

“yes ur awesome” “hell yeah i am” I LOVE MAZE SO MUCH I’M DEAD

“i can describe her aura” it’s me

“i told you someone cared” i’m laughing lucifer is the best 

god i missed this show

i’m gonna save this in my drafts before my computer freezes and erases the whole post again

ok i’m back

OFC CHLOE IS ON THE WALL

ok suki is who i would be if i ever met him i would just scream and shut the door oh my god

“gay best friend for now” i’m laughing

suki is hot it’s true

WHERE IS ELLA THOUGH

“do not leave town” “and abandon lucifer?” god me

AMENADIEL IS BACK

oh i forgot he’s being rude to lucifer

i forgot charlotte was still bad oh myg od

i’m a fake fan i’m sry guys

i still love them both though

if ever there was a time for ella to show up it would be now just saying

ok and she’s not there

lucifer is such a doofus i’m laughing so hard chloe is so scared

i just fast forwarded and there’s like three clones of a guy petting a robot dog and i just -

“i wanna build a cat sanctuary” god is this me

“no one wants to hear about your feline meet cute” that’s wrong i would sell my left kidney to hear about his cat

“i’m in” i love maze i just do i just i could watch her eat bread for three hours

“no. because i’m awesome” I LOVE HOW LINDA SUPPORTED MAZE SO MUCH THAT SHE REALLY CHANGED MAZE’S ATTITUDE I LOVE STRONG FEMALE RELATIONSHIPS

“because self worth comes from within bitches” DO YOU SEE WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT

my cat is back and obscuring my vision hang on a sec

ik that as you read this ur not waiting but i just want you to know that i had to wait for my cat to stop knocking my laptop over

her name is sylvester mcmonkey mcbean anyway

can deckerstar kiss already 

amenadiel :’)

i kinda just want their pure brotherly love i don’t like the conspiring behind lucifer’s back

my cat and i compromised

ok i dig this jazzy piano music but for a sec i thought it was gonna be heart and soul and i was gonna die that’s my favorite deckerstar scene ever

maze looks so hot w o w

“if we were strangers you’d be hitting on me” maze is so smart dan you can learn from her

i do like him better now 

oh my god i’m laughing so hard

“self worth comes from within dan” i love maze so much she’s trying so hard to help

i’m gonna scream

oh my g o d i love her so much i’m laughing

“you and me? not happening” he looks so hurt i am so sad chloe let him IN

MAZE IS SO HOT WHEN SHE’S MURDERING

aw poor jim

OH MY GOD WE’RE ONE EPISODE IN AND ALREADY LUCIFER HAS A GUN TO HIS HEAD CAN’T WE JUST RELAX FOR A SECOND AND LET HIM BE HAPPY GOD

already chloe is shook and scared bc she loves him so much

now lucifer is intrigued hm and so am i

LUCIFER STANDING UP FOR WOMEN IS MY AESTHETIC I LOVE THESE LITTLE MOMENTS

oh now he’s all “hey man we can work something out” 

AW LUCIFER THINKS HE’S A GOOD PERSON

oh 

i should have seen where that was going

I JUST WANTED LUCIFER TO LOVE HIMSELF THAT’S ALL I WANTED

i guess we’re not there yet

that was badass tho

i was just thinking that we must have missed something about the package

who are these people

OH NO THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS TO CHLOE IN THE TRAILER I’M SCREAMING

were we supposed to recognize those things

lucifer is having an ocean contemplation shot is this the bachelor orr

“really” she says not disappointed at all 

HONESTLY I’M BITTER RIGHT NOW I KNEW THEY WERE GONNA KEEP GIVING US SLOW BURN BUT LIKE AW

one step forward two steps back i guess

“you deserve someone worthy of you and that’s not me” I’M CRYING THAT’S NOT TRUE BB

“that’s not what i’m saying” “i know that’s what i’m saying” WHY DOES HE LOVE TO SUFFER WHAT THE HELL I’M SAD

LUCIFER THERE IS NO ONE BETTER THAN YOU

oh my god he’s just listing why he loves her

her middle name is jane?? this is cute

“ur special and i’m.... i’m not worth it” OH GOD YES YOU ARE

OBH MNYUIAHGREJKL;

AKJSDLFPOJIA UW0AOW J

WHAT OAIEKLW;’

IJJAIOWEFJO9

THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL

I’M TAKING A PIC AND PUTTING IT ONAERF[

MY WALL I WAS GONNA SAY AND THEN THEY KISSED AGAIN

OWEFIAJKML;

I’M SCREAMING AND HYPERVENTILATING WHAT THE HELL THAT WAS THE MOST ROMANTIC THING I’VE EVER SEEN 

IT WAS LIKE A BEAUTIFUL PECK AND THEN SHE LEANS IN AGAIN AND CUT TO TRAILER AND I JUST

ASJFDLKj[wuhiol;nkl

it really is christmas guys :’)

i don’t know what to say i love thioajefkls;d’

YES WE JSUT GOT A DECKERSTAR KISS AND THEN WE GOT LIKE FIVE MORE IN THE TRAILER IT’S CHIRAMTMIOAL;’

i love you guys i love this show i’m signing off and watching the bachelor which is never going to be this romantic :’)