#yeah i'm still not over this scene and i never will be

[deliwrites]

𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕆𝕦𝕣𝕤 // Saja Boys & Huntr/x

// DATE // 3rd of July 2025 → 5th of July 2025 // PAIRING //Huntr/x x Fem!Reader x Saja Boys // WARNING // Morally gray behavior, oblivious reader, (friendly)touches, fluff // WORDS // 2.5k+ // SUMMARY // Y/n moves in with the members of Huntr/x, expecting to feel like a guest—but instead finds unexpected comfort, soft affection, and maybe something more. She just doesn’t realize how closely she’s being watched… or how deep their interest really runs.

// Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four //

a/n: I'm really sorry, I have so many scenes in my head that I wanna write that I struggled to make this one. Not a lot happens in this, but I hope you still enjoy it! And I really hope the next chapter will be better!

Meanwhile with the Saja Boys. The five of them are frantically setting up hidden camera’s in every room. Of both the Huntr/x apartment and their own, just one floor below.

They had been at it since the moment the ladies had teleported near Luminara Entertainment. They had no idea how long they would take, but were thankful for Zoey’s updates.

Telling them exactly what they were doing, including helping Y/n through a panic attack, how they had calmed her down and… the toy incident.

That one had the group pausing mid-task, smirks tugging at their lips. Just the thought of her using it… yeah, that had taken up way more time that it should have.

“Okay, I think we’re nearly set,” Romance says finishing setting up the last camera. In the top corner of the guest bedroom hiding in plain sight. On top of the curtain rail. Soon to be Y/n’s new bedroom.

“All that’s left is to check if they actually work,” Jinu says. Baby the most tech savvy of the five of them installed the surveillance app on all their phones. Put a reminder in his own phone to also install it on the girls’ phones later.

It’s to keep her safe, they told themselves.

Not wanting to startle Y/n when she first arrives they go back to their own apartment when Zoey lets them know they are riding the elevator up.

Streaming the surveillance app to their tv so they could all makes sure Y/n was doing alright.

I felt jittery all over. Never in a million years did I expect to ever see Honmoon Tower from the inside. Let alone Huntr/x’s apartment.

And now… I get live here!?

When the elevator doors open they walk out casually. Carrying my bags, not allowing me to carry one of them. While I pretty much tiptoe out the elevator.

There is no shoe rack or anything, but the tiled floor looks to expensive for my cheap sneakers. Toeing them off I hold them with one finger in each heal. Practically sliding on my socks. I stare at all their song and albums on vinyl’s encased in acrylic which hang on the wall to my right in a perfect grid.

Slowly I walk further into the apartment, hiding my excitement. The girls disappear upstairs which has me halting by the spiral staircase that looks like it shouldn’t even work. I would fear each step would break the moment I stepped on the purple glass. Unless it’s not glass?

My eyes widen when my eyes finally catch the floor to ceiling windows that showcase the cityscape, glowing with life in this mid afternoon. Mouth in a perfect ‘o’ shape as I take in the rest of the ground floor of this two story apartment.

There is a open concept kitchen to my left, with beautiful sleek black cabinets with glowing under-counter lights and white marble countertops. A gold rim around the countertop making it look almost too expensive to wanna use. But boy do I want to. All the things I could bake here, I barely register me doing a silent happy dance by jumping from foot to foot for a bit. Think Anna from frozen when she shows Christof his new sled.

“Oh my god, that is adorable,” Abby says an adoring smile on his face. “I’m saving that,” he takes out his phone and saves the last minute of the live feed.

There is a dining table behind the kitchen, a gorgeous glass table with off white chairs, ten to be precise. Why would they need so many chairs? Did they hold meeting here?

The kitchen island has four green velvet like island chairs with black legs to match the cabinets and gold trims like the counter top. But why exactly four?

On the other side of the kitchen sits a gold iron bared shelving unit, floor to ceiling. See through with shelves at random heights. Behind it Two comfy chairs that could easily be a loveseat for two people hidden behind the iron shelves. The chairs the same green as the island chairs. A honey comb like side table in the middle of the two facing chairs. Also, is the floor an aquarium? What is that?

In front of me sat a sunken lounge area. Sofa so long it curled a bit like a snake. Pretty much becoming a half hexagonal shape. It looked incredibly comfortable, covered in a fluffy cream colored fabric. A few pillows in every corner, two blankets. Which is not nearly enough in my opinion. A duck plushy peeking just over the edge. The sight of is had me pick up my shoulders at the randomness of us in a silent chuckle.

Another two of those comfortable looking green chairs faced the couch. A hexagonal coffee table in the center of it with a gigantic blue, yellow and pink rug under it.

And was that… oh my god, a grand piano!

Gorgeous gold accents made of transparent dark blue acrylic. It’s always been a dream of mine to own a grand piano. And while obviously this one isn’t mine. I couldn’t wait to play it.

I’m still standing in the same place when I hear footsteps behind me, but before I can turn around, an arm wraps around my shoulder and I let out a soft gasp. My shoes nearly slipping from my fingers.

“It’s just us,” Rumi says with a soft chuckle. Zoey’s arm curls around my waist, taking my sneakers from me. Turning far enough to place them on one of the steps, managing to stay close keeping her hold on my waist.

Mira leans against the kitchen counter a few steps away, head tilted. “We were wondering if you got lost,” she says, a teasing tone in her voice, a smirk playing on her lips. Though her gaze is soft.

A flush crawls up my cheeks, subconsciously sinking deeper into the other twos hold. Not that they minded. “I didn’t want to overstep-” I mumble cut off by Zoey.

“Gwiyomi,” she says, squeezing my waist gently. “You live here now. You don’t have to hover like a guest.”

“You don’t need our permission just to breathe,” Rumi adds, squeezing my shoulder against her body. The smiles on their faces has my heart doing this - stupid - fluttery thing. Making me mentally shake my head. They are just being friendly, Y/n! Don’t you dare look for something that isn’t there.

Nodding, I let them guide me to the couch where they flop down, letting out a relaxing sigh. I carefully take a seat a little ways away, pulling my legs up. Only then do I notice they’ve changed out of their workout clothes. Rumi and Mira’s hair is down again like it normally would be. And they are all dressed in comfy pajama pants and oversized sweater. They look cozy and dangerously cuddlable.

Zoey’s phone bzzes beside her, she scans her phone before turning to me. What did she see that made her look at me so quickly?

Jinu So you all get into comfy clothes, and leave Y/n in her day outfit?

“Come, let go get you something comfy,” I don’t get the chance to protest as she starts pulling me off the couch. Practically dragging me up the stairs. We pass four doors, two on either side before she opens the third door on our left. “This is your room,” she announces enthusiastically.

Entering the room my feet are met with soft cream colored carpet, a complete contrast to the rug from the living room. The door opens too the left wall of the room, a smile white nightstand about a feet away from the door when it’s fully open.

My gaze is immediately drawn to the bed, centered on the soft lavender walls. The low, plush frame is wrapped in textured fabric that matches the tall headboard - stitched with clean vertical lines that make it look even softer. The pillows are freshly fluffed, dressed in dark lavender cases that match the sheets. At the foot of the bed lies a neatly folded white throw, like it was placed with care. On the far side of the bed stands a second, identical nightstand.

Zoey disappears into a walk-in closet tucked into the right corner of the room, the door cracked open behind her. Directly opposite the bed, a wide desk stretches along the wall, a plush chair tucked neatly in front of it. To the left of the desk is another door. And along the far wall, floor to ceiling windows reach from corner to corner, heavy cream curtains draped to either side.

I follow Zoey into the closet and find her shuffling through my clothes. Did they really have enough time while I gushed over their apartment to unpack my stuff?

“Ooh, this is cute!” she takes out one of my sweaters. A deep green crochet sweater with delicate flowers just below the shoulders across the collarbones. “Put it on!” she watches me with such bright eyes I didn’t dare leave the small space.

With a flush on my cheeks, I slip my fingers beneath the hem of the shirt I’m wearing and tug it over my head. Missing the way her eyes scan my exposed chest, only covered by a soft cup bra. I hold the shirt in front of me like a shield. It’s not like she hasn’t seen a body before, but somehow, being under her stare feels vulnerable.

She takes the sweater off the hanger and gives it to me. Putting it on, a squeal comes from Zoey. “You look so cute in this… Gwiyomi,” she winks.

“Thank you…” I mumble quietly, touched by the compliment, biting my bottom lip. Not used to these kinds of compliments. She returns her attention to the closet and swiftly finds a pair of light gray sweatpants and holds it out to show me.

She doesn’t have to tell me again, I instinctively unbutton my jeans. Shoving them down before nearly toppling over as I struggle to yank my foot out of the leg. But Zoey is there to steady me. Her hands, steady and warm, slipping just beneath the hem of my sweater to hold my waist.

Her fingers press into my skin gently but it’s the way she lingers that sends my brain spiraling. She's just keeping me balanced. That’s all. That’s what I tell myself as my heart does this traitorous stutter in my chest. Once I’m free from the jeans, I straighten up, cheeks burning.

“Here, let me help you,” Zoey crouches before me. Rolling up the legs. “Hold my shoulders.”

“I- okay…” I rest my hands on her shoulders, tentative, feeling how solid she is beneath my fingers. She guides me into the pants with such easy confidence I don’t know whether to feel grateful… or mildly humiliated. I mean, I can dress myself. But I’m not exactly in a rush to stop her, either.

Her hands glide over my skin as she pulls up the sweatpants. Fingers brushing along my thighs, then lingering on my ass for just a bit too long but it’s just an innocent touch. Right?

“Oh, and here,” she quickly sets my slippers in front of me. Letting me toe them on.

“Thank you, Zoey,” I murmur.

“Of course, gwiyomi,” my heart continues to flutter at the nickname, but I mentally shake my head. This is the third time she’s called me cutie. Maybe she just likes pet names? “Let’s go back down,” she takes my hand as she starts tugging me out of the room.

“Oh, wait, where does that door go?” I quickly ask before we can exit my new room. She hmm’s stopping in her tracks, looking at the door on the left side of the desk.

“That is your bathroom,” she grins before she continues to pull me along. Her hand holding mine like we’ve always done this. “When we first moved in we decided it wasn’t fair for either of us to have the ensuite,” she explains while we walk. “So we share the bigger bathroom.”

“But- how is it fair that I get it?” I ask, pressing my free hand to my chest like I was even less worthy of the ensuite myself.

“What’s not fair?” a male voice surprises me, finding Abby in the kitchen. Knife in hand while he looks our way with a raised brow.

“Oh,” Zoey waves a hand. “She thinks she doesn’t deserve the ensuite.”

“Why would you not deserve the ensuite?” It’s Romance, stood by the double stove.

“I- well, I-” unable to think of a reason I just stop talking. Tugging at the hem of sweater, self conscious of the small gap between my sweater and sweatpants that shows a sliver of my skin.

“This is a cute sweater,” It’s like Jinu appears out of thin air beside me. His fingers tracing the flowers on my collarbones.

“Oh,” a flush covers my cheeks. Will there ever be a moment with them where I won’t turn red like a tomato? “Thank you,” I nod once almost like I’m bowing to him in thanks. Jinu smiles before joining Abby and Romance in the kitchen. Zoey takes my hand again, guiding me back to the couch.

There sit Mystery and Baby like they come here often. Zoey tugs me down to sit between her and Baby, her thigh brushing against mine. I try not to let my feet rest against Baby. But he just sends me a smile with a look I can’t quite decipher. His hands find my ankles shifting my feet so the balls of them rest against his thigh.

I look between all of them, one question bouncing around in my head. “Do you guys visit each other often?” my question is sudden. I don’t mean for it to sound nosy but my curiosity gets the better of me.

“More often than you might think,” Abby chuckles.

If that is what it takes for them to spend as much time with Y/n as possible. Then meet up they would. Plus it would help with keeping each other updated if they were all there to see what happens with Y/n.

“We try to eat together at least a few times a week,” Mira confirms with a soft nod.

“Today, it’s our turn to cook,” Mystery says from the other side of Baby. “But, the girls told us you would be here, so we figured it was better for you if we came up.”

“Instead of making you come down to ours when you haven’t even settled in yet,” Baby adds, hand squeezing my ankle gently.

“You… didn’t have to include me,” I say, wide eyed. “You guys are friends-” a look unnoticed by Y/n is shared between the eight. “-I’m just a random person. I could have cooked for myself.”

“Nonsense,” Romance replies instantly. “Plus you deserve a little comfort after what happened today.”

“And if the girls are ever out, and you need something,” Jinu starts. “We will be at your service,” he winks voice a little deeper than normal.

Okay, what is happening to this heart of mine? Quiet down, they are JUST being friendly.

// Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four //

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contains: mika's (@pittsick) scenemo!patrick x gn!reader, sub!patrick, annoying as fuck patrick, dry humping and slight orgasm control. this was meant to be a rlly short blurb and now it's... 1.4k words!

It's astounding to you how quickly a small "get-together" can turn into the biggest rager your classmates have seen this month. What started as a few people from different facets of cliques, in only a few minutes, became a string of people constantly flowing in through the open front door.

You're crouched in the corner, nursing a raspberry wine cooler as people chat around you. Parties had never really been your scene, but your friend had dragged you along, insisting that you'd have fun. And now she was gone to go make out with some girl, somewhere in the throng of people dancing and grinding in the living room.

A guy was walking around, proudly flaunting the ring of silver pierced through his lip. His voice was loud and nasally, piercing past the music as he flourishes the lip ring around. He makes his way over to where you're standing, lips stretched in a wide smile as he shows it to you. "Lip ring! I got a lip piercing, haha-" his words are slurred, and he smells like clove cigarettes. There's shocks of bright red in his dark hair that's swooped to the side in a fringe. He leans in close, pursing his lips at you. His green and blue flecked eyes are rimmed in black eyeliner, which is beginning to bleed out of his waterline and streak under his eyes.

"...Yeah, that's infected," you say to him, just wanting him to get out of your face. He frowns, wiggling his bottom lip around.

"And how do you know that?" he asks haughtily, fidgeting with the rips in his black skinny jeans, only tearing the rips more.

You lean forward reluctantly, trying to get a better look. "Uh, because it's all red and crusty, and unless you have fresh lip fillers on only the right side of your lip, it's really swollen."

He scowls, gently touching the ring going through his lip and trying his best not to wince.

"You should sue your piercer," you continue, sipping your drink, "or at least get a refund."

"Jokes on you," the guy laughs, grinning wide and immediately cringing at the pain in his lip. "I pierced it myself."

"Of course you did," you snort, pushing yourself off the wall and shouldering past him, done with the idiotic conversation. You pause in the kitchen to refill your drink, only to be surprised when you turn around and see him still following after you.

"Do you think I should take it out?" he asks, toying with the spiky kandi cuff on his wrist.

"Um, yeah. If you wanna keep your lip."

His eyes dart side to side, like he's searching to see if anyone's watching him. "Can you...?"

You sigh and sink your weight into your hip, setting your drink down. "Can I what?"

"Help? Taking it out, I mean," he says, almost sheepishly. Like he's embarrassed to even be in this situation right now.

You raise an eyebrow, pursing your lips. "You pierced it yourself," you say flatly, "but you can't take it out?"

"Because it huuuurts!" For someone who tries to plays into the dark and edgy emo stereotype, this guy is a fucking whiner.

"Fine," you sigh reluctantly, and he grabs you by the hand and leads you upstairs. He's got thick metal rings on almost every finger, and the materials feels cool on your flushed skin.

The two of you enter some random kid's bedroom with an adjoining bathroom, painted a dark blue and covered ceiling to floor with movie posters. You push the guy onto the bed gently, heading into the bathroom to grab supplies. "Sit."

You wash your hands carefully, twice, more for your safety than his. "I'm Patrick," he pipes up, unprompted. "I'm in a band."

"That's awesome, man," you mutter, gathering a stack of toilet paper and turning back around to face him. He's sprawled lazily across the bed, legs spread in a confident fashion. The rips on his jeans span all the way up to his thighs, and you can see slivers of pale skin. Patrick wiggles his eyebrows at you, in a fashion that's so comedic you can't help but laugh.

He frowns when you start laughing at him, sinking down on the bed next to him. Your thighs brush against each other, and he glares at you. "The fuck are you laughing at?" he pouts, and you shush him.

"No talking," you order, pressing your lips together in concentration as you try to wriggle the scabbed over lip ring out of his swollen lip. You groan, unable to get a good angle, shifting closer to him and leaning in.

"You can sit in my lap," he offers, a cheeky smile on his lips. Oh, this asshole. "I'm very comfy."

You narrow your eyes, tentatively shifting your weight over so you're settled on his lap, your legs laying over one side of the bed. "Just because I need to help your loser ass," you say, getting back to work on wiggling the ring loose so he wouldn't talk back.

It's difficult to ignore the growing hardness in his pants, and you try your best to get the whole ordeal over with as quickly as possible. The second you got the lip ring out, Patrick grips the back of your neck, trying to bring you in for a kiss- which you expertly dodge.

"Um, infected lip. Kissing bad," you interject, holding back a laugh at the dejected, kicked-puppy look on his face. "It-it would probably hurt really bad," you say, trying to console him.

"We don't have to kiss," Patrick insists, not-so-subtly rolling his hips up into yours. It's definitely impossible to disregard his boner, rocking underneath you and pressing into your core. Despite his pained whimpers from earlier, he seems to have recovered quickly.

You sigh, putting the lip ring aside on the nightstand, which Patrick seems to take as an 'okay' as he groans loudly, bucking his hips up.

"You're so fucking cute," he grunts, one hand laying gentle on your lower back, whining in pleasure when you begin grinding down on him and reciprocating his movements. "H-how- have I never seen you around before?"

Patrick reaches down with one hand to unzip his skinny jeans, only pulling them down enough to palm his erection through his boxers, already sporting a damp patch of pre-cum. There's a tattoo of bat wings on his hip bones, and it's pretty safe to assume he did that himself too. With his jeans out of the way, it's easier for you to wrap your arms around his shoulders and grind into his lap, burying your face in his dark hair. He smells like a mix of shitty dollar store deodorant, clove, and musky beer. And for some reason, you don't hate it.

"Y'feel so good- fuck," he hisses out, shamelessly gripping at your ass as he moans openly, lips puckering to go for your neck before you shove his face away.

"No kissing, Patrick," you reprimand, though you're ultimately too lost in your pleasure to stop him if he tried really hard. "I don't want- hnnnh- your gross pus all over my neck."

"Oh, baby, you're so good at dirty talk," Patrick growls sarcastically, snapping his hips up like he really is fucking you. "Fuh-fuck, I wanna cum, gonna cum-"

You kiss sloppily at his neck, making up for what he can't do. "Are you being- fucking serious?" you snarl, biting at the shell of his ear. "We just fucking started, Patrick-"

"Okay! Okay, okay, I can hold it," he whimpers when you slowly roll your hips into him, chest to chest. His hands roam all over the curves of your body and the soft skin of your hips, calloused fingers moving under your shirt to trace your ribs. "You're so sexy," he whines, his black eyeliner smudge when he looks up at you.

You groan quietly under your breath, feeling the coil tightening in your stomach as he rolls his hips into your heat, the only barrier being clothing. "Nfffh- Patrick- okay, okay, 'm ready, you can-"

Patrick's orgasm is loud, like an arrow through the chest as his hips buck wildly, the stain on the front of his boxers darkening with drops of white leaking out. His groan is almost feral, flushed red lips parted and slack. The sight is enough to spark your own orgasm, shuddering through your body and making you arch your back. The two of you sit there for a moment, breathing through your sweat, before you pull away, zipping his jeans back up.

"Okay, make sure you find some saline solution when you get back home, and then use some antibiotics if it gets really bad. And-" you glare at him when he advances toward you. "No kissing."

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force of nature (snippet)

hello, i am still working on part two and thought i would give u guys a little teaser scene or whateverrrr. i'm having a lot of fun writing this and really appreciate all of your comments and tags makes my heart warm! ok enjoy

part two has been posted and you can read here

read part one here

He cleared his throat, “Anyway, I know that’s not why you grabbed me, so what d’you need?”

You nodded, “Yeah, so I heard there’s a mom here who made herself sick to bring her potentially dangerous son here and now he’s eloped?”

“Well,” He said slowly, “He was never a patient here so I think ‘eloped’ might be an unfair characterization—“

“Robby, why haven’t you called the police?”

He stared at you for a moment before scoffing, crossing his arms, “Since when are you itching to call the authorities?”

“McKay said he had a hit list.”

“That’s not—“ He ran his hands over his face, “We don’t know that, alright? Calling the police in prematurely could ruin his life—“

“How so?” You said, and now it was your turn to scoff, “I mean, can we be fucking serious for a second here? He’s a white man, a kid. If we’re wrong and there’s no evidence of him planning an actual crime, then the worst that happens is he comes in for a psych eval.”

He was shaking his head, “Involuntary psych holds can be very traumatic as you know—“

“I think prison and a bunch of dead teen girls would be worse, don’t you?”

He was irritated that you were calling him on this, you could tell. It was rare for the two of you to disagree on how to handle patients. When you did, it tended to get ugly. Quickly. Both of you were prideful and stubborn.

“While I appreciate your professional opinion,” He said slowly, “It is just that: your opinion. Which I will take into consideration, but I’ll remind you it’s my call as senior physician.”

You barked a laugh, “Okay, sure, pull rank—“

“I’m not pulling rank—“

“Adamson would’ve called the cops by now.”

The silence that fell was painful and ugly and part of you wanted to take it back when you saw the look on his face. It was too far and on today of all days. It would have been kinder for you to have hit him.

“Wow,” He said finally, and raised a hand to scratch the back of his head, turning away so he didn’t have to look at you, “Really? Is this what we’re doing now?”

You swallowed, “You are failing that kid and his mom and those girls every second you let pass without calling the police.”

He nodded, still not looking at you, “Yeah, thank you for your advice. Is that all or did you have any other wisdom you’re dying to impart?”

“You don’t have to be an asshole about it,” You said, skirting around him to get to the door, “I’m just trying to help, which is what I thought you wanted.”

He laughed humorlessly as you opened the door, “Right, yeah. Very helpful.” 

You sighed and turned back to him, “If you’re wrong about this, could you live with it? Because with the way you blame yourself for literally everything, I don’t think you could. And I fucking care about you, believe it or not, and I don’t want to see you falling down a hole you can’t climb out of.”

He scratched at his beard and finally looked back at you, a rueful smile on his face, “A bit late for that, I think.”

[pandoraspsychosis]

Columbine: The Musical

Columbine: The Musical

ACT ONE: The Plan Scene One - Int. Harris' basement Start off with opening song. "Usual Day at Columbine High"

Klebold: To dream the impossible dream. To scheme the impossible scheme. Harris: To plan the impossible plan. To drown out the blood-curdling screammmmm

Harris: We're building a bomb! With concentrate Ammonium We're building a bomb! Warning labels, we're condoning 'em Potassium chlorate! Ammonium nitrate! It's a usual day at Columbine High.

Klebold: We're building a bomb! Make it plastic or a chemical? We're building a bomb! Our reasoning: polemical. A pipe bomb will do fine! We'll break in there at nine! It's a usual day at Columbine High.

Song ends. Harris picks up one of the pipe bombs.

Harris: Okay, the bombs are ready.

Klebold: Brilliant, dude.

Harris: Man, when this goes off. "BOOM!" Twenty people dead!

Klebold: Calm down, Eric. We still got another 90 minutes.

Harris: Man, this is gonna be great!

Klebold: Yeah, it's gonna be like fucking Doom.

Harris: We're gonna go in there and kick ass.

Klebold: We're gonna shoot up everyone. Kill 'em all, dude. Kill 'em all!!!

Harris: Man, we'll be famous. We'll be gods!

Klebold: Great, dude. Hey, you all set?

Harris: All set. I'm going over to the school and set the bombs. You coming?

Klebold: Nah, take care of that for me, dude. I'll just sit here and make myself comfortable. Hey, can I get a beer?

Harris: Knock yourself out. Lazy ass.

Klebold: Shut up. And hurry back, it's 7:30. We're running late.

Klebold opens refrigerator grabs a Jack Daniel's. He sits down and starts drinking. Meanwhile, Harris exits door with duffel bag filled with pipe bombs. End scene one.

Scene Two - Ext. Columbine High School Main Entrance Harris is placing pipe bombs on the lawn. Enter Cindy Fitzgerald, who looks on unnoticed by Harris.

Harris: [whistling to self]

Cindy: Eric! What do you think you're doing?

Harris: Huh?

Cindy: I know what you're up to. I heard you and Dylan in the halls yesterday. Are you insane?

Harris: .

Cindy: angry tone Just what do you think you'll achieve from this? Hmm?

Harris: Damn it, Cindy. Stay out of this!!

Cindy: Eric, stop and think just for a second.

Harris: Go away. I gotta finish.

Cindy: Just hear me out for a second.

Start song "My Destiny"

Cindy: Eric Harris, stop and think. You plan for revenge really stinks. Killing people won't help you win. You'll just destroy lives with this sin.

Harris: Damn it, Cindy. Leave me be. This will be my destiny. I'm not listening. Go away. And let me carry on with my day.

Cindy: What's in your trench coat? Is it a gun?

Harris: I need a weapon to have fun.

Cindy: What's in that bag? Bombs. Dynamite.

Harris: So that they won't put up a fight.

Cindy: Eric, taking lives is wrong.

Harris: You can't stop me. Move along.

Cindy: Please, Eric, stop this now. For me? There is good in all for us to see. Can't you see the good in others. They are your sisters and your brothers. They don't hate you. They're people, too.

Harris: Damn it, Cindy. Get a clue. By seventh period hundreds will die. We'll make them bleed and make them cry. They caused me pain and now they'll pay. Today will be their judgement day. And nothing you say will make me quit. Tell someone who gives a shit. So stop your jabbering. Get away from me. This will be my destiny!

Song ends. Klebold comes in.

Cindy: Eric, Dylan. May God have mercy on your souls. exits

Klebold: What's with the hippie chick.

Harris: Never mind her.

Klebold: Girl problems?

Harris: Slaps Klebold. Shut up! Okay, the bombs are all ready. They're all set to go off like mines, so watch your step!

Klebold: I got a the little "toys" you wanted earlier. Hands Harris shotgun shells. Here's the special ammo. With lead buckshot, too. Great for hunting large game like deer, moose, bear.

Harris: People.

Klebold: You know it.

Harris: Where did you get these?

Klebold: From my little ammo shack at home. I was saving them for a special occasion. What occasion more special than this one, eh?

Harris: Good work, Dylan.

Klebold: Alright, we're ready to go. just gotta wait until the opening bell. That's just about 50 minutes from now. We can head back home, rest, and prepare some more before then.

Harris: Okay, then. Let's go.

Both exit. End scene two.

Scene Three - Int. Harris' basement Dylan and Klebold are hovering over a floor plan of their school discussing plans.

Klebold: Okay, we'll be entering through the back entrance. That is where we planted the least amount of bombs. We'll split up. You head for the top floor north wing and start there. I'll go to the second floor south wing and start there. We'll round up the runners in the basement cafeteria.

Harris: Sounds good.

Klebold: Okay, synchronize watches. The melee begins in twenty minutes. We all set?

Harris: Check. Man, I'm psyched!

Klebold: So am I.

Harris: Dude, so we're all planned and ready to go? Klebold: Yes, my friend. We are!

Start song "Lock and Load."

Klebold: Our day has finally come, the battle will be won. And soon enough everybody will see. For in just about an hour, They will die before our power. And revenge shall belong to you and me.

Harris: Yes my friend the day is here, let's load our guns and swig a beer. The bombs are set, let's load another round. Their blood will paint the walls, as the dead lie in the halls. when the school will be blown right into the ground.

Klebold: When the sun falls from the sky, over two hundred will die. Those jerks deserve this kind of gruesome death. I sure do get my kicks, from murdering those dicks And when I'm done there won't be any left.

Harris: They laughed at us and called us names, they put this hatred in our brains. They made us into what we are today. But now its time for them to die, we'll kill each bitch and athletic guy. And now we'll have it done our own damn way.

Together: Through our act we'll achieve our fame, and everyone will know our names. We'll be famous we'll be praised and we'll be cool. Put on the trench coat, lock and load. Let's get this death show on the road. It's time to kill the bastards in our school. Put on the trench coat, lock and load. Let's get this death show on the road. It's time to kill the bastards in our school.

End song with Klebold and Harris leaving basement. End scene three. End Act One. ACT TWO: The Rampage Scene One - Columbine High School Parking Lot Klebold and Harris are unloading bags and guns from parked car.

Klebold: points to jocks Look at those bastards. Their egos are so big this pipe bomb couldn't even dent them.

Harris: Calm down, Dylan, we'll get the last laugh.

Klebold: I can't wait to see them begging for mercy...

Harris: .and then blow their heads off.

Early bell rings.

Klebold: Come on, let's go! We gotta start soon.

As they walk off, two jocks walk by and bump into them.

Jock 1: Hey, watch where you're going!

Jock 2: Losers. Hey, who do you think you guys are with your trench coats and sunglasses?

Klebold: quietly to Harris Add these two to the list.

Jock 2: Speak up, dork!

Harris: Fuck off!

Jock 1: Is that any way to show respect to your superiors?

Jock 2: How many times do we have pound in your asses before your head is finally clear. You are our inferiors. We are the kings of the school and this is our territory.

Jock 1: Now, with you as our loyal subjects, show us our respect.

Harris: You want respect? Then meet us in the library in five minutes.

Jock 2: No one fights in the library.

Klebold: Why not, you afraid?

Jock 2: All right then, the library. We'll see you in five minutes, punk.

As they walk away. Klebold and Harris smile.

Klebold: This day is getting better and better.

End scene one.

Scene Two - Columbine Library Harris and Klebold are waiting for jocks. Duffel bag with guns is placed on table.

Harris: This is our destiny, are you ready for it?

Klebold: Ready as ever.

Harris: Let's go then!

Klebold: Not before those football-playing Neanderthals get here. I want them first.

Harris: Like to hold grudges, do you Dylan?

Klebold: That's right, where are they? Looks for jocks. Oh, there they are. Over there all snuggled on the table behind their girlfriends.

Harris: Get your fucking asses out here! You wanted a fight and you're going to get one!

Jock 2: You nuts? The library's crowded.

Klebold: Not for long. He whips out shotgun from trench coat. Screaming Ok, everybody down! Now!

Jock 1: Shit!

Harris: To jocks Get out! Into the hall now!

The jocks obey and slowly run out into hall. Harris and Klebold follow. Two shots are heard followed by two thumps. Harris and Klebold walk back into library.

Klebold: shouting Who's next?

Harris: How about that bitch in the far corner? They walk over to her. Hey, how you doing?

Girl stutters and cries.

Girl: Please don't hurt me. I didn't do anything to you.

Harris: Not directly though. Follow Mr. Klebold out into the hall.

Girl: Nooo!

Klebold: We can do this in here if you'd like.

Girl walks into hall with Klebold. Shots are fired. Only Klebold walks back in.

Harris: checks watch I don't get it. the bombs should be going off by now.

Klebold: Never mind that. Let's start taking hostages. Okay. everyone in front of me where I can see.

Two girls a guy and a teacher stand in center of the room. Start song "Hostage"

Guy: Won't you let us live?

Klebold: Why would we consider it?

First Girl: Why won't you forgive? Be that you are so literate.

Harris: No negotiations! Listen to the words we speak!

Klebold: No deliberations! We've had this planned since just last week!

Harris: No hostages go free! Until all our demands are met!

Second Girl: I really have to pee.

Teacher: And I so need a cigarette!

Harris: Better that you suffer! Right before we kill you all.

Klebold: Don't make us get together! Or to you slow deaths will befall!

Harris: If you expect some kindness, you must be naïve.

Klebold: Some news for you, "Your Highness".

Together: You will never leavvvvvve!

Song ends. End of scene two.

Scene Three - Television News Station Start off with opening song. "Special Report"

Reporter: In Littleton, Colorado today Two boys in black trench coats, Filled the students with dismay And had them by the throats

They sought revenge upon the school And the students there within To those of which had been so cruel Their patience wearing thin.

The lives of kids and staff alike Are hanging by a thread The Feds are planning when to strike Four wounded, seven dead.

They've used no bombs, but fired shots Who knows when this will end? They've tied this situation up in knots Neither Feds nor cops can mend.

On Hitler's birthday this occurred To whom they all admired Their sick minds by which this was spurred And began the gunshots fired.

This will end soon, the po-lice say Their hope for peace is going strong. This will be their judgement day. Signing off, I'm Kaity Tong.

Song ends. End scene three. End Act Two.

ACT THREE: The Fallout Scene One - Columbine High School Parking Lot Policemen are ready to retake the school. Cops cars and armed officers scatter the parking lot. Enter Sergeant Rose, Officers Martin and Kaplan.

Sgt. Rose: What's the status?

Off. Martin: We're hearing gunfire throughout the school.

Off. Kaplan: Negotiations have failed.

Sgt. Rose: Dammit! We gotta get those kids outta there.

Off. Kaplan: Some students have made a break for it. We have over sixty escapees in safe custody. Some are being treated for minor wounds.

Off. Martin: The bomb squad uncovered twelve pipes. There may be more.

Sgt. Rose: .

Off. Kaplan: Sir, children are dying. Every second we wait, we sacrifice more lives.

Sgt. Rose: Enough waiting. Picks up communicator and speaks into it. Greg, send in the S.W.A.T. team.

Enter three S.W.A.T. officials.

Sgt. Rose: Go in there and get them. Fire only when necessary. Make sure you get the gunmen safe and secure.

All SWATs: Yes, sir!

SWAT 1: Let's get in there.

SWAT 2: We won't fail.

SWAT 3: Those murderers will go to jail.

Start song "Siege"

SWAT 1: The story is all tearful.

SWAT 2: All is in dismay.

SWAT 1: Situation's fearful. We have to end it all today.

SWAT 3: Get our guns off the racks.

SWAT 2: Get the soldiers out of their cars.

SWAT 1: Get in there and watch your backs.

SWAT 2: Put those killers behind bars.

SWAT 1: We must not hurt the students. We must not hurt the villains.

SWAT 3: This mission must go with prudence. So there would be no more killings.

SWAT 2: We've had enough. We've waited to long.

SWAT 1: Situation's rough. But we must be strong.

SWAT 2: The students will be defended.

SWAT 1: We'll free them all from sin.

SWAT 3: This chaos will be ended.

All SWATs: Get ready. Let's go in!

End song. SWAT officers leave. End scene one. Scene Two - Columbine Library Blood stained floors, bodies have been emptied out into the hall away from view. Phone on table is being used for negotiating.

Harris: Situation's under control.

Klebold: Man, I never knew we'd go this far. Everyone's in fear. The school is ours. And now our story is all over the country right now!

Harris: Revenge is ours, dude. OURS!

Phone on table rings. Klebold picks up.

Klebold: into phone What the hell? We said no more talking!

Sergeant Rose can be heard on other side of phone conversation.

Sgt. Rose: Ok, Klebold. Stand down from your position and prepare to be taken in.

Klebold: Blah, blah, blah. Who do you think you're fooling. We got the hostages so the circumstances are pointed in our favor.

Sgt. Rose: We got the students, Klebold.

Klebold: You're bluffing.

Harris: No he's not. Look. Points out window. There they are. Our hostages.

Klebold: Stop it, dick. That's not funny.

Harris: I'm serious. Look!

Sgt. Rose: Its over, kids.

Klebold: Its over when I say its over. Hangs up.

Harris: Now what do we do? We're screwed.

Klebold: Remember when I told you we had to make sacrifices?

Harris: .oh. I see.

Start song "End this war."

Harris: All our bombs exploded

Klebold: But we must remain calm

Harris: Our semis are still loaded

Klebold: Resting in our palms

Harris: Support us please, by going

Klebold: To TrenchcoatMafia.com

Together: Or we might. just have to end this war!

Klebold: Hostages are dying

Harris: Soon there'll be none left

Klebold: Their relatives are crying

Harris: Not soon to be bereft

Klebold: This will go down in history

Harris: Longer than larceny or theft

Together: Still we might. just have to end this war!

Harris: The cops are at the door

Klebold: And we're running low on shells

Harris: The halls are filled with gore

Klebold: And our plans have gone to Hell

Harris: We can't go on any more

Klebold: But it all went off just swell

Together: And now. we will. have. to end. this. war.

End song. Harris and Klebold put the guns in their mouths and commit suicide. Enter Cindy. Cindy: Oh, no! NOO!! I knew this would happen.

Walks up to the dead bodies and kneel down.

Cindy: Why the hell did you two have to do this? Starts crying.

Enter S.W.A.T. officers with Sergeant Rose.

SWAT 2: Oh, god.

SWAT 1: Damn.

Sgt. Rose walks up to Cindy.

Cindy: It shouldn't have ended like this.

Sgt. Rose: They brought this upon themselves.

Cindy: They weren't just murderers. They were my friends.

Sgt. Rose: I understand. to SWATs Get these bodies out of here. And be careful.

SWATs carefully carry bodies out of library.

Sgt. Rose: They'll get the right treatment. I promise.

Sgt. Rose leaves. Cindy pauses and then slowly walks away. End scene two.

Scene Three - The next day, on a hill several miles away from the school. On the hill is a memorial to Klebold and Harris. Two crosses and flowers. Cindy is standing there.

Cindy: Damn it, I'm going to miss the both of you.

Start song "Memorial"

Cindy: Why were they taken from this mortal plane? If only the gods would have let them remain. They could have been more than murderous men. If only the world were nicer to them.

Eric with his smile so bright. Could make day from darkest night. His humorous quips so funny and dear. It's such a shame he is no longer here.

Dylan, such a gorgeous man. He could make me laugh like no one can. He could have spread this cheer across the land. If only the world could understand.

They were hated, they were despised. But all of those negatives were a bunch of lies. And now you are gone, there's nothing I can do. And now the world will be empty without you.

End song. Cindy walks away. End scene three. End Act Three. The curtain falls. The End. love reddit

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Three Little Words

Summer of Bad Batch 2025 | Week 3 | Prompt: Pabu Culture

Summary: Omega starts a new trend with her brothers. POV: Omega, Crosshair, Echo, Rex Rating: G (Word Count: 2689)

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Note: I saw the prompt "Pabu culture." I had an idea. I started writing out the idea. By the second scene, the idea completely ran away from me. But I still liked it, so I'm sharing it. Behold the result!

Omega rapped at the door of the Hazard's residence, grinning when Lyana answered.

"Hunter says I can come!" she announced excitedly.

Lyana cheered. "Yes! Give me a minute, I just need to grab some things."

Omega waited in the doorway for her friend to return. She didn't have to wait long - within one minute, Lyana was back, toting a pail and two small shovels. "Okay, let's go!" Lyana said, opening the door again so the two of them could leave.

"Stay safe, Lyana," Shep called out from one of the back rooms. "Love you!"

"Love you too, Dad!" Lyana casually called back over her shoulder before closing the door behind her and gesturing to Omega. "This way. We have lots of time, we should be able to get plenty of clams. Dad makes the best soup with them, you're going to love it!"

"However much I love it, I think Wrecker will love it even more," Omega giggled as she followed her friend down toward the beach.

The two of them talked and laughed together as Lyana went into more detail about how they would find the clams; but Omega couldn't stop thinking over something else that had been said, and when they reached the beach and Lyana handed her one of the shovels, Omega finally decided to ask about it.

"Lyana, how often do you say that to your dad, that you love him?"

Lyana tilted her head, frowning a little as she thought. "Oh, uh... I don't know... We always say it at night before I go to bed, and I definitely always say it when I leave to go somewhere... But I think Dad says it a little more often than I do, he'll just say it at random times, you know?" She shrugged. "Why? What do you and your brothers do?"

"I've never told my brothers that I love them," Omega admitted.

"Oh," Lyana replied, clearly surprised. “Sorry... I guess, well, growing up here on Pabu, it’s like everyone says it, so I thought…” she trailed off, looking as if she was worried her reaction had offended Omega. Omega, not offended in the slightest, simply shrugged.

"I've never really... thought about doing it," Omega explained. It wasn't like she or any of the other clones had been raised to openly express such feelings, after all; but now Omega was wondering if, maybe, they should. "I think... I think I just always assumed they know."

“Have they ever told you that they love you?”

Omega smiled as she shook her head, thinking of her brothers. “They don’t have to say it. They show it. All the time.”

Lyana nodded thoughtfully at this. “Yeah, they really do. And I’m sure you’re right, I think they know you love them too. Still,” she added kindly, “you should tell them. Before Mom died, she always used to say we should tell the people we love how we feel about them. And I think she was right. Besides, it really does feel nice to say it.”

Omega nodded, slowly at first, then with more resolve. "Yes, I think I will."

***

Omega ran up the ramp into the Marauder, excitement and anticipation and a little bit of nervousness over what she planned to do lending increased speed to her steps.

She found her brothers all sitting on the flight deck, Hunter turning toward her upon hearing her approach.

“You’re back,” he greeted her warmly as she stopped, a little breathless, in the threshold. “How did the clam hunt go?”

She blurted it out.

"Hunter, Wrecker, Tech: I love you."

Oh. Lyana was right, as usual. It really was nice to just say it.

Hunter, looking a little taken aback now, smiled at her, albeit somewhat bemusedly; Wrecker, as she could have predicted, instantly grinned and opened his mouth; but it was Tech who spoke first, looking up from his datapad to say solemnly, "I love you too, Omega."

Omega beamed at Tech's response. Already feeling what could only be described as “warm and fuzzy” over saying the three words out loud, she now felt a new level of elation. She hadn't even thought about what it would be like if her brothers said it themselves - she had really only been thinking about saying it to them, letting them know how much she appreciated their love and care for her - but it was really nice to hear it said to her, too.

Hunter and Wrecker, meanwhile, were now both staring at Tech in surprise.

Tech, catching their looks, was clearly puzzled by their reaction.

“Is something the matter?” he asked them.

“You've never said that before,” Wrecker said.

Tech shrugged nonchalantly. “None of us have. Given our rigid upbringing and strict training as soldiers, I doubt any of us ever thought to say it. But "love" is one term that accurately describes the brotherly affection most clones, including this squad, feel for each other...”

“Aw, so you do love us,” Wrecker interjected teasingly, his grin taking on a noticeably cheeky air.

Tech straightened his goggles. “Of course I do. We are brothers, after all. And since Omega verbally shared a similar sentiment, I see no reason why I shouldn’t respond in a like manner.”

Hunter, now slightly shaking his head in amusement, leaned back in his chair and glanced heavenward while mouthing “Brotherly affection” to himself; but Wrecker apparently was struck most by Tech’s last sentence – and its implications.

“I love you, Tech,” Wrecker announced.

Tech narrowed his eyes as he stared silently at his larger brother, likely calculating the odds that Wrecker’s statement was innocently genuine versus a ploy to lure him into a verbal trap; then, with a small sigh, Tech reciprocated in the most deadpan tone Omega had ever heard him use. “Yes, Wrecker, I love you too.”

“AH YOU SAID IT AGAIN!” Wrecker beamed, punching Tech on the shoulder with such unbridled delight he almost knocked the relatively smaller brother completely over. “Thanks, Tech! Now say it to Hunter!”

Tech, straightening his askew goggles again and glowering at Wrecker, opened his mouth to respond; but Omega was distracted from the interaction as Hunter turned to her now, still smiling but with a hint of worry in his eyes.

“We all love you, Omega,” he said quietly. “You know that, right?”

She nodded fervently. Of course she knew – her brothers accepted her and protected her and taught her and played with her and provided for her and cared for her without fail. There was no way she couldn’t know, beyond any doubt, that they loved her. “Yes, I do,” she assured him. “I just wanted to let you all know how I feel, too. Lyana and her dad say it out loud, so I thought I’d try it.”

Hunter nodded, the worry fading from his eyes and being replaced by a distinct twinkle. “Is this going to become a regular thing?”

Omega considered for a moment, before nodding. “Yes.” She grinned. “I want you all to know how glad I am that we’re family.”

Wrecker, having apparently settled things with Tech in time to catch the last part of this conversation, stepped forward and scooped her up into a bear hug. “I like this idea. I love you, Omega!”

She giggled as he swung her around. “Hope you love me as much as you’re gonna love the clam soup Shep’s making.”

Wrecker gently set her down, making sure she was steady before letting her go completely. “Shep’s making soup?” he queried eagerly.

Omega nodded. “Yep, and he’s invited us all over for dinner.”

Wrecker laughed. “I think I love Shep too.”

“Since this is the fourth time he has offered us sustenance this week, perhaps we should offer our services to help prepare the meal,” Tech pointed out.

“Good idea,” Wrecker nodded; and without further ado, Wrecker proceeded to exit the ship, Tech following close behind.

Omega, still unable to wipe the pleased grin from her face, started after them before noticing that one of her brothers had stood but hadn’t moved any further. She turned back and looked quizzically at him.

“Hunter? Are you coming?”

He looked down at her with a rueful grin. “If this is going to be a regular thing, I think I’m going to need some practice.”

She raised a puzzled eyebrow at him as he kneeled down to be more on her level and put a hand on her shoulder. He was very slightly hesitant, as if he wasn’t sure what to do, how to form the words; but he finally got them out. “I love you.”

Smiling broadly, her heart having progressively grown too full for her to speak, she stepped forward and gave him a warm embrace in response.

***

Crosshair sat on the flight deck of the Marauder, still chewing one of the toothpicks Wrecker had found for him. He should be trying to get some sleep - apparently it would be a few hours before they reached Pabu, the remote planet Omega had described as an "island sanctuary" - but he wasn't the least bit tired, despite all the excitement over the last… he didn’t even know for sure how many hours he had been awake by this point.

Besides, there were other… reasons… why he wanted to avoid going anywhere near the rear computer consoles where the racks were…

He didn't know why he was here. Well, he did know - he didn't want to disappoint Omega, and Wrecker and Hunter had actually allowed him on the ship, and he certainly didn’t want to get caught by the Empire again. But everything was so... different... And he knew Hunter still had some hard feelings… And he wasn’t sure how Omega would act around him now that she had her other brothers back, the ones who had actually cared about her all this time and hadn’t treated her harshly like he had… And...

Omega, having just cleaned up from the mishaps on Tantiss and Lau, interrupted his thoughts when she stepped onto the flight deck. He had thought she was about to go to bed; why was she...

"Love you, Hunter," Omega said softly.

Hunter turned around in the pilot's seat and gave her a small smile that very nearly masked the sudden moisture that had sprung up in his eyes. "Love you, Omega."

"Love you, Wrecker," Omega continued.

"Love ya, Omega," Wrecker said back.

"Love you, Crosshair."

Crosshair just nodded slightly, not willing to give any further indication that he was, perhaps, a little relieved to not have been excluded in this exchange. Omega had started saying those words to him just a few weeks ago on Tantiss, every time she had to leave after visiting him in his cell; and it was still kinda weird to hear it, even if he did have to admit he was warming up to the kid. He hadn't had the faintest idea what had possessed her to start saying it, but he had been too tired that first night to try to convince her she was wrong, and then it was too late to correct her. Now he was starting to understand where it had come from...

Suddenly he noticed Hunter and Wrecker staring at him, almost as if they expected something; and he froze, unsure why they were looking at him like that...

"You're supposed to say it back," Wrecker said helpfully in a loud whisper.

Kriff, of all the ridiculous...

They were both still staring at him. He looked away, only to discover that Omega was watching him too with a hopeful look on her face. He turned away quickly in the other direction.

Kriff.

He was stuck here with them, on a ship currently traveling through hyperspace, a ship that wouldn’t reach its destination for another few hours, and Hunter and Wrecker were taking up both the pilot and copilot seats.

There was no way to get out of this.

Awkwardly, he cleared his throat and said in an undertone, "Love you too, Omega."

Omega beamed at him before departing for the gunner’s-mount-turned-bedroom. Wrecker leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. Hunter stared at Crosshair a moment longer, his expression inscrutable, before turning back to the controls without a word.

No longer openly observed, Crosshair let out a shaky breath. He was never going to do that again.

Except… saying it actually wasn’t that bad.

And he might even be willing to admit that it was nice to hear it, too.

***

“… So it will probably be another day or two before Hunter and Wrecker get back,” Omega finished.

Since Omega couldn’t see him, Echo allowed himself to frown at the commlink. Of course Omega’s safety was a top priority, and they needed to know why the Empire was hunting her if they wanted to keep her safe; but did that really necessitate Hunter and Wrecker going off with Fennec Shand, of all people?

“You’re safe, though?” he asked, hoping he was successfully keeping his voice level. “Crosshair’s still with you?”

He could hear the smile in Omega’s voice now. “Yes. And you know how it is on Pabu. No one here will let anything happen to us.”

Echo took a deep breath. “If anything does come up, you know you can contact me or Rex anytime.”

“I know. Thank you, Echo. Love you.”

“Love you too, Omega.”

The transmission ended, and Echo took a full ten seconds to collect his thoughts before comming Rex, jumping straight to the point once the captain accepted the transmission and greeted him.

“Omega is still safe, though they don’t know exactly why the Empire wants her so badly,” Echo reported. “Hunter is… working on it, though.”

“Doesn’t sound like you approve,” Rex said astutely. Apparently Echo hadn’t managed to keep his voice level enough this time.

“Oh, they’re capable enough, I’m not worried about that,” Echo replied, “I just wish…”

“Wish they didn’t have to be,” Rex finished for him.

He sighed. “Yeah.” The clones, including those of Clone Force 99, had all been through so much already. When would they finally be allowed to be at peace?

“Well, if they don’t need your help right now,” Rex was saying now, “Gregor and I sure could use you on Portavis. You know where to find us.”

Echo nodded to himself, already entering the coordinates while prepping to close out the transmission. “Copy that,” he said. “See you soon. Love you.”

***

Rex stared at his commlink for a moment before blankly saying, “What.”

Gregor leaned over; Rex didn’t even have to look to know the commander had a gigantic grin on his face. “Did he say what I think he said?”

Rex nodded, still staring at the commlink. “Sounded like it.”

They sat in silence for a moment, both of them now staring at the commlink, before Gregor spoke up again. “So, are you…”

“Wait for it.”

Right on cue, the commlink pinged again, and Rex accepted the transmission.

Echo’s voice was deeper and gruffer than usual, a telltale sign that he was trying to hide his embarrassment. "Uh, Rex... Captain... Did I just..."

"Yes."

A pause, then - "Omega started it,” Echo blurted.

Rex nodded at his comms. "Makes sense."

"Just like a friend... family... thing, you know? I think one of her friends on Pabu gave her the idea. She says it all the time to Hunter and Wrecker and Crosshair, and she even started saying it to me when I went there for the first time, and..."

"Echo..."

"Now we say it anytime I have to leave or whenever we end a transmission with each other, and I just talked to her, and..."

"Echo."

Echo abruptly cut himself off, then cleared his throat. "Yes, Captain."

Rex knew Echo, sadly, couldn’t see his wide, amused grin, as they weren’t speaking via holo; and he couldn’t decide if he was more relieved or disappointed that Echo also couldn’t see the sheen of tears in his eyes that all too plainly revealed just how touched Rex was by the sentiment. “Love you too, brother.”

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HI! congratulations on 1.8k!! can i request 26 with jeonghan or joshua.. fluff maybe with some jealousy? what ever you are comfortable with!

hii, sweets, thank you very much! 💜 i miss hannie, so let's go with him if you don't mind :)

prompt: 'i know what exes are and i know you two aren't them.'

jeonghan usually can hold his own against the alcohol and annoying exes who don't understand the meaning of personal space. he usually is confident enough to act unbothered, he usually feels secure enough to not cause a scene. but today was shit and redbull mixed with vodka is too strong for his tolerance - those are going to be his excuses for his behavior tonight, he decides, once he sees your ex at the corner of the room.

'he is still friends with the birthday girl,' joshua informs him, noticing who he's looking at. 'didn't know he'd actually show up though. you cool?'

oh, jeonghan is very cool. he's the coolest, actually. nodding tightly, jeonghan watches with hawk eyes as the guy confidently moves towards you. 'am i allowed to fight if he doesn't keep his hands to himself?' he asks lightly, even if everything inside him is taut as an arrow.

joshua glances at him warily. 'no fighting,' he says and then taps at jeonghan's glass. 'give me that, hannie. i think you had enough.'

jeonghan downs the glass before giving it to joshua, who stares at him disapprovingly. 'no fighting, got it,' he mutters and goes right to you.

you look stunning. you always do, every single day, but tonight you shine especially bright. jeonghan gets briefly distracted by your figure, his eyes trace every part of you with hunger and longing, before he snaps back to reality. your ex seem to appreciate your beauty too if his raking eyes are anything to go by; jeonghan feels an itch beneath his skin to yell at him to not look. which is stupid, of course and something that he'd never do. what he can do though is insert himself into your space, not liking one bit how pleasantly surprised you looked when this guy came over. 'hi baby,' jeonghan says sweetly, wrapping one arm around your waist. 'having fun?'

you look a bit startled, but quickly introduce everyone to each other, smiling at jeonghan. 'sorry, baby, let me quickly catch up with him, yeah? we haven't seen each other in so long, i gotta learn all about ex colleagues.'

jeonghan loves gossip as much as you do, but letting you go with the guy makes him uneasy. his grip tightens on your waist and you frown at this, gently pushing his hand away. 'i'll be back soon,' you say before moving away.

and it's fine. jeonghan is not a possessive guy who doesn't let you breathe, he's all for you having your own life. so it's fine but his heart is rabbiting out of his chest with desire to snatch you up and pull you back to him. he doesn't even hide how he's staring, how his eyes track every single gesture of yours. you look realxed, look like you're enjoying this conversation and- it's fine. it's all fine. jeonghan feels two seconds away from losing his goddamn mind, but it's fine.

'okay, you watched me like a hawk and now you're all tense,' you say as you come back to him. you lean to his side, frowning. 'you good, hannie?'

he can lie right now, but jeonghan has never been good at lying to you anyway. 'i know what exes are and i know you two aren't them.'

it comes out all wrong - full of anger, pettiness and jealousy. it's not how jeonghan talks to you and he bites his tongue once the words are out. he can blame it all on the alcohol. he can say that he is not jealous, that it's all just a misunderstanding. but your kind eyes are staring right into his soul and he is weak when it comes to you. 'do you-' he swallows. 'do you still-'

'love him?' you finish for him, arching your eyebrow. 'want to be with him? are you jealous?'

jeonghan freezes. 'i'm not-' he starts but then pauses. what's the point in lying? instead he confesses the thought that had been eating him alive: 'he meant a lot to you. he still does.'

you nod. 'yes, that's true. i'm not with him though, am i? i could be standing next to him right now, but instead i'm reassuring my idiot of a boyfriend that he's the only one i want. funny, right?'

jeonghan purses his lips together. he doesn't like being laughed at, but he can tell that instead of making fun of him, you try to gently move everything to a joke. he pulls you closer because he can't help it, because when you're near you have to be as close to him as humanly possible. 'i am not an idiot,' he mutters, pouting a little.

you sigh, rolling your eyes. 'you become one when get jealous,' you admonish him fondly.

jeonghan can't argue with that. 'your idiot though,' he says at last, tightening his grip on you.

your eyes soften and you lean, breathing out into his lips: 'yeah. mine.'

a/n: hannie is a petty drunk and no one can make me think otherwise. hope you liked this one! - nini

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[vidavalor]

Hi @unforgivable-thatswhatiam 💕 Thank you-- you're right that a lot of the analysis of the escalating danger that I had in the original post before deleting it holds up, even if I misidentified the character.

I'm pretty sure at this point that Paul Chahidi's CV showing him in S2 is just an error. I don't like pouring over whatshisface's comments but I can see where Saraqael stood in for Sandalphon-- and totally agree with you on the pillars of salt Maggie & Nina scene being one of them.

I have a theory as to what The Metatron had Sandalphon doing during S2 but I felt more confident about it maybe becoming part of the story when we had six episodes than I do now with the 90 minutes. It also would be dependent upon them bringing back Ariyon Bakare... yeah, I think there's a way Ligur comes back. Yes, I do remember what happened to Ligur and still think this lol.

The long & short of the idea is that I think that Good Omens is playing by Discworld rules when it comes what happens when people die. In Discworld, people are the gods of the Disc-- they go wherever it is they believe they belong. This would mean that Frances McDormand is playing Aziraphale's idea of God-- which goes along better with her personality, really-- and that The Metatron is really the one in charge of Heaven. He's amassed all this power by convincing the angels he can speak to God but it's all really just him.

In S1, we learned that Ligur was a mole for Michael. He was secretly working for Heaven. I'm sure that Ligur feels like both Hell and Heaven are equally terrible (and he'd be right about that) but if Good Omens is playing by Discworld rules here? And if they showed in S1 that Ligur may have died believing that maybe he didn't totally belong in Hell? Especially since he wasn't in Hell at the end of S1?

Then, it's entirely possible that Ligur kicked the holy water bucket and wound up in Heaven. The Metatron would be keeping that very, very quiet because imagine if word got around that there's no God driving this flying umbrella and judging everybody. Ligur just felt like being in Heaven and now they can't seem to send him to the basement lol.

The Metatron would need someone loyal to him to keep The Ligur Situation on the DL and that's been Sandalphon's special project since S1. They've basically got Ligur prisoner up there and Sandalphon is guarding him.

There's also one thing, though, that I'd bet is absolutely reserved for Sandalphon and is likely one of the first things to happen in the present in The Finale. That's his role in killing Aziraphale.

If I'm right about Good Omens playing by Discworld rules then Aziraphale would go wherever he believed he deserved to be. The villains think he'll wind up in Hell because they say oh, he's an angel, and if we tell him that God now says he's a demon, he'll believe it and just go there, like others before him. Joke's on them, though, because it's actually worse than that-- Aziraphale dying at the end of his mental health crisis in S2 would result in him (temporarily) trapping himself in a world in which he has never existed.

Whickber Street version of Pottersville for our angelic George Bailey. The Metatron as Mr. Potter, Crowley as Mary, cops raiding Mrs. Sandwich's place, entire shops and people that don't exist because Aziraphale has never existed.

Don't worry, though. Happy ending still lol. Wherever you are, I'll come to you. Probably a few drops of some holy water from Gabriel or something to put him in a coma & Crowley will be able to find Aziraphale in the alt world & bring him back so they can all overthrow Heaven & Hell by helping Michael learn to eat a snack and then go South Downs Cottage Happy Ending it forever. Merry Christmas, you beautiful, old, A.Z. Fell & Company!

Edit: Sorry, guys, this one was off. It's not Sandalphon, sadly-- it's a random demon who was ahead of the pack. Apologies for the excitement lol.

[ineed-to-sleep]

And what if I said I scrapped like half of this comic, rewrote it and started redrawing it 👉🏻👈🏻 :3

[iamfuckingsorry]

You know, this was your crusade. Now it's our war.

[magicalgirl6]

I'm sure it's been talked about to death, but I just finished yuki yuna season 1 and wanted to talk about it. To be clear, this is fully my own thoughts and opinions. I think it's fully valid if other people feel differently. Also, I don't have the same disabilities as any of the characters, so I can't speak on representation of anything specific.

There were things I liked about the ending for sure. Yuna and Tougou had some very sweet moments, and I liked the emphasis on Yuna recovering through her own willpower rather than the gods' influence

But man I cannot overlook their disabilities being cured…

I understand, from a narrative perspective, that if a major part of the conflict is the gods taking away functionality in parts of your body as offerings, than the solution is taking it back from the gods. I understand that, if they didn't, it might feel like they lost. But they could still fight to break out of / change the system without all their losses being undone in the end!

I don't like disabilities being cured at the end of a story because it sends the message that you can't be disabled and have a happy ending. Like, being cured is the only happy ending. And I know the show wasn't trying to send this message, or at least I don't think it was, because Tougou had plenty of happy moments throughout the series. She was well-written as a wheelchair user, at least as far as I can tell as someone who doesn't use one. I think they did really well with her. But the ending still leaves a bad taste in my mouth because it does still imply that this was the only solution for them.

And I don't think there's anything wrong with the characters being upset after becoming disabled, or it messing with their self worth. Disability can be scary, especially when it's new, and in cases like Itsuki's it can mess with people's aspirations and drastically change the trajectory of people's lives. I think that that's accurate and real. I think they're allowed to be angry and upset for having so much taken from them. But I don't think them getting it back sends the best message to the audience. (And I feel like some of the stuff the characters said about Sonoko seemed kind of offensive? But idk if that was just the translation in the version of the subtitles I had)

I don't think I'll ever recover from my disability. It drastically messes with my life, it makes many things way more difficult, but I know it's not going away. I'm not mad about it anymore. I'm okay. I can still be happy and have a good life. So a story where the characters fully recover doesn't feel inspirational or motivating to me, it feels uncomfortable. I know disabilities can sometimes be recovered from, and I'm not trying to dismiss anyone's experiences, but as someone who won't recover, I'd find it much better to see characters thrive AND stay disabled.

It would still be a victory for them if they didn't have to fight and sacrifice anymore. It would still be a victory for them to keep on living after everything. They don't need a full recovery to be heroes.

[laugtherhyena]

Actually i think this is a good time to let you guys know i never watched Sdra2 chapter 4 in full

[meownotgood]

top one moment that changed my life

[haleigh-sloth]

I’m about to send a swarm of beasts upon you: what is everything that you ship? Any particularly hated NOTPs?

This is just a tough question for me because in general I'm so passively "into" ships, as in, typically I like whatever is canon and usually prefer it to whatever fanon cooks up. This goes for any series I get into, usually. Idk if I'm like that because I typically vibe with hetero ships (because that's my own irl experience) orrr if it's easy for me to enjoy because there is canon chemistry for me to pay attention to or what, idk. But that's my experience with shipping fictional characters.

However there are some canon/close to canon ships that have driven me nuts in the past, that I wasn't so passive about. Like Tamaki and Haruhi (OHSHC), Kyo and Tohru (Furuba), Ed and Winry (FMA), Roy and Riza (FMA)---back in the day I was crazy about those couples. Got the butterflies every time I saw them all on screen/pages together. I very much enjoy/prefer them all as romantic couples to whatever else they could be seen as.

The one fanon ship I've been into that has also driven me nuts, AND I was into enough to actually read fics on them (a rare personal feat for me) is Sarumi (aka Fushimi Saruhiko and Misaki Yata) from K Project. New OFFICIAL content comes out for them quite often and every time I read the side stories focused on them I get very excited, like I did in high school when I first got into them. Also just the fact that my focus on them has lasted this long (I'm 26 so...lol) says a lot.

So I mean, as far as ships that have really stuck with me to my core, the ones listed above are pretty much it.

And then NOTPs uhh.....I honestly can’t say I have any NOTPs?

I mean I guess it depends what peoples’ criteria is for it to be a NOTP. I mean, I guess simply anything I don't actively want to see is a NOTP. But there are plenty of ships that I do NOT want to see for reasons unrelated to shipping and more related to I just don't like seeing characters diverged from their canon portrayals. I'm like that with a lot of characters, where seeing them OOC just bothers me to look at (which, any fanon ship requires a character to be OOC).

Of course there are ships that have dynamics that squick me out or are just....not my thing to see. Taboo ships fall into this category, stuff like that.

But specifically? I really don't have any specific ships I viscerally dislike enough to consider a NOTP for any special reason.

[neverendingford]

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[planetstarclaw]

Listen/purchase: Immobile by Autour de Lucie

Restons immobile / Let's stay still rien ne nous attend / nothing awaits us rien qui ne soit plus futile / nothing more futile que ce doux moment / than this sweet moment

Restons sans mouvement / Let's stay without moving sans geste inutile / without any useless move gardons nos forces à présent / let's keep our forces now avant que tout ne file / before everything get away

[wp100]

it sounds kinda pathetic and silly, but this scene is going to haunt me for a while... fuck. i hate it when they kill off the more... 'innocent' characters (well, he still shot his rifle and killed men, but yknow, i think he was the youngest out of the lot? which makes it even worse)

This shit was well-done. it's not like, hollywood-standards, but it was enough to make me tear up and cry a little. think these scenes hit a little harder when someone's comrade/friend dies in their arms, rather than a romantic partner