#you bet your ass I’ll be typing up my experiment files when I have fuck all else to do

[laz-kay]

Booking my scraps📜🪐🌙 ft. gayliens

[tainted-wine]

I didn’t apply all of these descriptions but these are the main three I had in mind while writing this. How did I attract so many fans of the crusty boi? Either way, welcome to the club!

Words: 1.5k (how the hell did that happen there’s barely any sex)

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The website didn’t explain what the “LOVER” cheat does. Probably unlocks a deleted path that didn’t make it into the official game. Or maybe he just gets a head-start on his Affection progress with you at the very beginning. Or maybe it doesn’t do shit – that could be why there’s no explanation.

Well, now that he knows how to do it, it wouldn’t hurt to test it himself. Shigaraki absently scratches at the irritated skin on his neck as he boots up the game. The directions were fairly simple and easy to remember.

1. Start a brand new file.

Ugh, he despises games that hold only one save file. It’s not like a visual novel holds up much space. What if you want different files in order to experiment with different choices? It doesn’t matter in his case anyway; he 100% completed the game months ago. With no regrets, his original game was deleted and a new one began.

> What is your name?

He might as well stick with the one he used last time.

‘SHIGGY-SENPAI’

The introduction cutscene began, the protagonist going on about the new town he just moved into. Pretty by-the-books, as far as romance openings go.

2. Finish the intro. Once you meet Y/N, go to the menu. 

After skipping through a bunch of fluffy dialogue, you finally appear in all of your cute glory. Once you’re done introducing yourself, Shigaraki brings up the main menu.

3. Type in “LOVER”

Just like that? Alright then...

Right after inputting the final letter, a sparkly ping sound straight out of a magical girl anime could be heard, and that was it. Okay...it sounds like he did it correctly.

When he returned to the game, his success was much more evident. You were staring directly at the screen - almost through the screen - with a glowing expression he’s never seen. Each and every one of your reactions have been seared into his brain after so many hours of gameplay. This was new.

“You...do you really mean that, SHIGGY-SENPAI?”

What? Voice acting? Though you did say his name pretty stiffly, as expected when a computer tries to pronounce custom text, but what the hell? Why would this be hidden as a cheat?

“But it’s so soon, and I’m not very experienced...” You blushed and shyly twiddled your fingers.

Oh.

“But I already trust you, and I want you too.”

Oh.

It’s that kind of path.

A hidden adult route. Shigaraki really likes that, even though this would’ve had a much stronger impact if it happened on his original file, the one where he was fully bonded to you. Sucks that he needs a fresh file in order to fuck you.

Shit, he’s not even prepared for this. Maybe he should go grab the lotion and a couple of tissues, assuming that this special scene will make for pretty decent fap material.

But the dialogue continued automatically. You creeped closer to the screen as you gushed about your feelings for him. “I want to make love to you forever and ever!”

You were getting really close, and with a show of impressive animation, your hand reached out to touch the fourth wall...

And the screen began to distort and ripple.

What the fuck?

“I just can’t wait to feel your amazing cock.” Your fingers began to phase through the fucking computer screenWHAT THE FUCK?!

“Take me, SHIGGY-SENPAI!”

Just like that, a full-sized bitch materialized out of the game and onto his lap, nearly toppling his gamer chair.

Even in the darkness of his room, your eyes shined brightly as they studied his pale face. “You’re even more handsome up close!”

Shigaraki was still too stunned to even respond to the rare compliment. Only when you began to pull down his pants did he finally find his voice again.

“Wha–ah–who the–hey!” He knows that he shouldn’t be afraid of a hottie touching his cock but ooooh shit she’s already stroking him.

“Ah, you’re so big!” You stared at his untouched manhood in awe, watching him become more erect after every pump of your soft hand.

“Fuck, am I?” He gasped.

“Mmhmm! And I bet you’re really tasty too!” You say before he’s suddenly engulfed with the very real warmth of a mouth.

Fuck fuck fuck he isn’t gonna last. He was ready to jerk off, not actually get his dick sucked. It feels more amazing than he ever imagined, your tongue working along his sensitive flesh, and those lips sucking at him so eagerly.

When his hand grabs the top of your head, he realizes too late that all five of his fingers are tangled in your hair.

You nearly fall over from how suddenly Shigaraki rolls back in his chair. You look shocked, confused, and...very much not a pile of dust.

“What’s wrong, SHIGGY-SENPAI?”

He looked at his hands, then at you, then at his hands again.

Then he takes hold of your face and shoves you back into his groin, because he can touch you, he can touch another fucking living thing without any worries about completely destroying it. Must be some crazy logic about you being data from a videogame or something. He doesn’t care, he’s so horny, feels so good having his cock so far down a hot tight throat, he just might burst...

Wait, he might have just done exactly that.

“Ah, shit,” he watches you pull back and swallow with the most satisfied grin.

“That was quick, SHIGGY-SENPAI!” You really need to stop saying his name like that. It’s fuckin’ weird. “I didn’t even get to feel you inside me.”

“Shut up,” the mixture of emotions he’s been experiencing ever since your ass crawled out of the screen like a girl in a cursed video is starting to piss him off. He’s so insulted and thankful that this fictional bitch gave him his first blowjob and made him nut in the span of sixty seconds. “Just give me a few minutes.” 

A few knocks on the room’s door startles both of you.

“Tomura, the Vanguard Action Squad is ready to move out.”

Shit!

“I’ll be out in a damn minute, Kurogiri.” Shigaraki moves to get out of his seat, only to be stopped by his new partner.

Your sparkly puppy eyes are so grossly cute, yet it has his dick twitching again already. “Are you leaving me already, SHIGGY-SENPAI?”

“Quit saying my name in all caps.”

“Okay, ˢʰᶦᵍᵍʸ⁻ˢᵉⁿᵖᵃᶦ.”

“Not like that. I can barely hear it.”

“How about SHIGGY-SENPAI?”

He slaps a hand over your mouth. “Just stop saying my name.”

A much harsher knock rocks the old door. “Hey, you ugly bastard,” That sounded like the Dabi asshole. “The hell are you doing in there? Jacking off to anime girls?”

Shigaraki scoffed. When’s the last time that burnt Stain fanboy got his dick sucked?

As much as he wants to join in on terrorizing the brats at U.A, he really wants to get laid today.

“Just go without me!” He yells through the walls. He nearly misses your muted squeak of joy.

“Eh?” Hearing Dabi’s annoyed muffled voice was pretty amusing. “You’re just gonna sit on your ass in your room while we do the work?”

The villain’s retort catches in his throat when you take his hand and begin to slowly lick at his fingers, all while pinning him with an innocent gaze.

“Your fingers are so pretty,” You whispered.

It’s so difficult to pay attention to the words being uttered outside of the room while his hands are being placed on your chest. BOOBS.

“Please trust Tomura. I’m sure he has faith in you all handling this mission on your own,” Kurogiri tries to explain. Shigaraki knows him well enough to know that he’s probably irritated as well, but there are titties in his hands so who gives a fuck.

Dabi releases an exasperated groan. “I knew this whole League of Villains thing was bullshit. Shouldn’t have bothered.”

Shigaraki slows his exploration of your breasts to shout, “If I make you the leader of the mission, will you shut up?”

“......Yes.”

“Well, I pronounce you leader of the Vanguard Action Squad. I’ll even give you a Nomu. Have fun.” The two of you are rushing to lift your shirt off for better access to your skin.

“Fuck yeah,” Dabi’s voice is still fairly close. The sooner he pisses off, the better. “I can probably pull this off better than you, anyway. Come on, psycho girl, we’re gonna go round up everyone else.”

Toga can be heard squealing excitedly as they both step away and finally give him his privacy back. You look absolutely lovestruck by the entire exchange.

“You gave up an important mission just for me? You really do love me!” 

He just rolled his eyes and lowered his head to take a hardened nipple into his mouth, enjoying your sounds of delight.

He can’t wait for the next time he faces those stupid heroes. He’ll be smarter, stronger, and can even tell them that he got his dick wet.

Oh, the collapse of hero society is going to be glorious.

[wolveria]

Inside Your Wires - Ch 6

Pairing: Human!Connor x Android!Reader

Series Warnings (18+ only): Eventual smut, slow burn, fantasy bigotry, violence, brief noncon elements, angst with a happy ending

Chapter summary: Connor gets his new assignment. He's not thrilled.

AO3

Story moodboard by @uh-kitty-got-wet​

Chapter 5 art by @semains​ (18+ only)

November 6th, 2038

Saturday 09:56AM

There was a time when Connor didn’t have to come in on Saturdays. He remembered the days when mandatory overtime was few and far between.

Not anymore. 2038 seemed to be the year shit just kept happening, and now that he thought about it, quite a few of it seemed to be because of androids. Ones gone missing. Disobeying orders. And now, homicidal.

Connor rubbed the bridge of his nose after putting his car into park, regretting how enthusiastically he’d hit the bottle last night. It wasn’t too bad this time, just an annoying throbbing behind his eyes, but it made it more difficult to see and he’d had to squint through his windshield.

Whatever. The reason for his shame-drinking was no longer relevant. Connor just had to survive until lunchtime, and if he were lucky, Hank would let him go early. He tried not to itch at the butterfly bandages on his cheek, applied himself after he’d woken up in a haze with blood on his pillow having completely forgotten the injury existed.

Connor kept his head down as he walked through the lobby of the station and through the security checkpoint to the bullpen proper. He tried not to be completely antisocial, however, and sent weak smiles at the coworkers who bothered to notice he was there.

Helen, Alexander, and Rupert all acknowledged him with various degrees of warmth, some colder than others, and all pretty much deserved. Ralph gave Connor a nervous smile from his chair, though it quickly faded as his eyes flickered to something across the room.

Frowning, he followed Ralph’s eye line across the bullpen and scowled when he spotted Colin leaning casually against Connor’s desk, talking to… someone. He couldn’t see who, Colin’s figure blocking them from view.

Against his better judgement, Connor drew closer, pressure building at the back of his neck, an uneasy feeling of dread that increased with each step.

“Con’s just gonna love this. But seriously, if he bitches about it too much, or gives you a hard time, you can always partner up with me. I won’t mind one bit, promise.”

Connor would have rolled his eyes at his brother’s typical cocksure demeanor, but instead, he went stock still at the familiar voice that answered.

“While the offer is appreciated, Lieutenant, my instructions stipulate that I must assist Detective Anderson with his new, specialized caseload. I’m sure you can understand that CyberLife only wishes to cooperate with the DPD and does not want to interfere with police procedure—“

“What the hell are you doing here?”

The YN800 model blinked and turned its head to meet Connor’s eye, its little blue light blinking for a moment before solidifying again.

It was sitting in Connor’s chair.

“It’s good to see you again, Detective,” it answered, chipper as ever as a fake smile graced its features.

Connor looked the prototype over, his nose crinkling at its appearance. The suit must have been brand new, there were no stains or bullet holes, and her—its hair was once again pinned upwards into a perfect knot.

He felt his insides churn at the near slip, at thinking for even a split second that this thing was a person. Shoving down the crude thoughts of the night before, Connor gave the order through gritted teeth.

“Get. Up.”

The prototype did as it was told, for once. It rose out of his chair, not even having the decency to look chagrined as it straightened its jacket of nonexistent wrinkles.

“I’m sorry, Detective, but I tried to call your phone and left you a message. It was not my intention to surprise you—“

“Oh, no, it’s never your intention to do anything, is it?” Connor snarled back. His headache was in full force now, and he swore he could see the bright lights of the station brighten in time with his heartbeat.

“Aw, c’mon!” Colin slapped him on the shoulder. “Be nice to the temp.”

“Temp?” Connor answered, voice pulled as taut as a wire.

“Yeah, you know. The temporary assistant. The new girl. The—“

He shoved Colin’s hand off his shoulder, leveling a glare at both of them. Colin merely shot him a shit-eating grin while the YN800 stood there, hands clasped behind its back at parade rest, polite and perfect as ever.

“Connor!”

All three of them turned toward the voice booming across the room.

“Get in here!”

Connor glared at the android, as if Hank’s shouting were its fault, which was probably the case.

He turned without a word and stalked to the captain’s office, shoulders hunched as his heart raced and his hands shook at his sides. He let the glass door fall shut behind him, but when he didn’t hear the whoosh of it close, he glanced over his shoulder to see the YN800 had followed him inside.

Great.

Connor stood in front of the desk with his arms crossed.

Hank sat down in his chair, pointedly looking at the chairs in front of his desk. Connor remained standing.

The older man glared, answering Connor’s attitude with a look and a heavy sigh.

“Bet you’re wondering what that’s about.” Hank jerked his chin over Connor’s shoulder. The prototype had taken a spot at the back of the office, observing politely with its hands clasped in front of its hips.

“Yeah, I am.” Connor was a little too cranky this morning to try a more diplomatic approach. “What the hell is it doing here?”

“I’ll get to that. First on the docket, I got a shit ton of android-related cases filling up our database every day and I’m at wit’s end.” Hank took a deep breath, bracing himself as he met Connor’s eye. “Which is why I’m assigning all of these cases to you.”

“You’re what?”

Connor stared at him, dumbfounded.

“You think that case last night was a one-off? We’ve got more android-related crimes rolling in, including assaults and homicides just as bad as the Ortiz case, and right now, you’re the one with the most experience.” Hank leaned his elbows on his desk as he leveled a formidable glare his way. “Is that going to be a problem, Connor?”

 “Yeah, it is a problem, Hank! Why the hell do I have to do this? What about Colin? He was with me at the crime scene and was there for the interrogation!” Connor shoved a finger at the glass wall to prove his point.

Hank’s jaw tightened. Connor had seen that behavior enough times to recognize how he was pushing his luck.

“CyberLife asked for you specifically.”

“What?” Connor blinked, dumbfounded once again, racking his brain but coming up empty. “Why?”

“The hell if I know!” Hank barked back, rising to his feet as he pointed a finger at Connor, “and frankly, I don’t give a damn. Colin’s got enough on his plate—“

“—and I don’t?” Connor interrupted, scowling. Hank sighed and rubbed a hand down his face, and Connor almost felt guilty for his outburst.

Almost.

“That’s not what I said.”

“But it’s what you implied.” He tried not to sound like a hurt child, but, well, that’s exactly what he sounded like.

“For fuck’s sake, Connor! There are more people that are gonna start dying from this!”

“Yeah, I know, but—“

Hank lifted his hand, palm forward, effectively shutting Connor up.

“You saw what one of those deviants was capable of last night, and that was with three of you and another android trying to get it under control! You think the average person stands a chance against one of these fucks? That a little ol’ grandma can defend herself against the murderous robot gardener coming at her with a pair of shears? What the hell happens when a nanny bot decides to take a human kid for itself? Oh, wait, that’s already happened, and you would know that if you checked the goddamn case files I sent you!”

Connor was silent as Hank deflated. The older man leaned back against his desk as he looked through his glass wall out over the bullpen. His voice was rough but much quieter for the next round.

“We’re totally in the dark, Connor. We don’t know how bad this is gonna get and how many androids we’re dealing with. This has the potential to turn into a fucking nightmare with Detroit as ground zero.” Hank’s gaze drifted over Connor’s shoulder to the elephant, or the machine, in the room. “CyberLife was gracious enough to send us a state-of-the-art prototype until this issue is contained. It’s gonna be your partner until such a time that these androids are no longer a threat, and then you’re free to go back to being a misanthropic son-of-a-bitch as much as you like.”

Connor was thoroughly shamed by the end of Hank’s speech, that old familiar feeling of disappointment making his gut roil with nausea, but his anger hadn’t entirely flagged. He clenched his hands tightly to his thighs, fingers desperate for either his coin or his cigarettes.

Connor hadn’t felt the need for one in months. This was bad.

“Hank,” he tried again, his voice soft and pleading in that way he knew Hank couldn’t ignore. “I’m not saying this just to be a pain in your ass. I understand the stakes, but I genuinely believe I’m not qualified for these types of cases. I’m not a CyberLife technician, or an AI specialist, or a computer engineer. I’ve never even owned an android.”

That last one was technically true but only in the barest sense, and Hank gave him a knowing look. It wasn’t without sympathy, and his own answer was given with more kindness than he probably deserved.

“I know, Connor. I also know you’re the sharpest pair of eyes on the force, not to mention the quickest brain and the best instinct. You see shit other people don’t, even Colin, and you’ve got this creepy knack for taking one look at a person and knowing what makes ‘em tick. I’d say you’re almost like an android yourself, but I know how much that’d piss you off.”

Connor gave him another narrow-eyed scowl, and Hank immediately put up his hands as a sign of surrender even as a smirk played on his lips.

“My point is, I need you on this, son. I know it’s not ideal, hell, it downright sucks, but I know you can do this. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t.”

And there it was. As effective as Connor’s pleading expressions could be, they were nothing in comparison to his need for Hank’s praise. The old geezer knew it, too.

And throwing a “son” into the mix was a goddamn dirty move, but Connor couldn’t even muster up annoyance. He just sighed, gave Hank the smallest hint of a smile, and said, “All right. But only until these cases are solved. Once the deviancy issue is addressed, the prototype is going back to CyberLife and you never give me an android case again.”

“I’ll pay for the postage to ship it back myself,” Hank said, smile wide and pleased as he patted Connor on the shoulder before returning to his desk. “And I want daily reports on the progress you and your new partner are making. Gotta make sure CyberLife’s best is pulling its weight.”

“I can assure you, Captain Anderson, I am worth every penny. And considering it took a small fortune to build me, I—“

“Yeah, yeah,” Hank interrupted the prototype, using that catchphrase that Connor and all of his brothers had picked up years ago. “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”

The android blinked almost comically before giving a slow nod. It then turned to face Connor, straightening its back at attention, and he rolled his eyes. He was still being handed the shit end of the stick, but he couldn’t deny that the cases were piling up and Hank really did need the extra help.

But why, out of all the androids in the world, did it have to be one like that.

Exhaling sharply through his nose, Connor turned and left Hank’s office, not waiting to see if the android would follow, knowing with a sinking feeling, it would.

Next Chapter

[thran-duils]

Watch Me Burn (P.5)

Title: Watch Me Burn (Part Five) Summary: Fem!Reader x AU!Cas. Fem!Reader x AU!Sam. This fic was inspired by both parts of “Love the Way You Lie” by Eminem & Rihanna. Castiel and the reader are toxic for each other and keep falling back together until the reader moved away. It’s been years and now she is back home, waltzing back into Castiel’s life. She is determined to do better this time, to make them work, but outside forces as well as the scars the two have left on each other weave their way into their reconciliation. Will they be able to overcome the past and new threats to their sustainability? Words: 1,776 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Extreme angst, domestic violence, smut, unprotected sex, dom/sub dynamics, BDSM trust breaking, fluff, language, alcohol abuse, !!! eventual !!! happiness Author’s Note: Italics are the past!

Chap 4 || Chap 6 || Masterpost (mobile) || Fic masterpost

You keened as Sam’s fingers dipped between your thighs, toying with your dripping sex.

“Bet that gentleness feels real good after that beating you just got,” Sam said, his voice rumbling low in his chest. His fingers gripped your reddened ass and this time you whimpered. He chuckled moving back down to finger you. “Well, despite that throbbing ass, your pussy seems to have loved it.”

His hand free hand wrapped around your throat, pulling you away from the couch you were kneeling in front of. At your ear he asked, “I didn’t hear an answer.”

“Yes, I liked it. I loved it,” you told him breathlessly.

Sam smiled against your skin, moving to lay sloppy kisses on your neck. His hand was gone, and he held you tight against him, rutting his erect cock. He quickly positioned the two of you, you bent over the couch, him kneeling behind you. You heard him opening the condom packet and he was in you with ease with how wet you were. Your range of motion was limited due to him holding you against the couch and your handcuffed hands.

He was not gentle like he had been when he had been touching you. He was rough, calloused.

“What a little slut,” he husked, his fingers digging into your sides.

He was being too rough. Maybe if you could reposition yourself…

“Pineapple,” you choked out.

Sam’s only response was to reach up, grasping at your breasts, squeezing, and groaning in pleasure.

Maybe he had not heard you.

“Pineapple,” you said louder this time, gasping when he gave a particularly rough thrust.

Sam’s hand clamped over your mouth and your eyes bugged in surprise. His grip was suffocating, and it only served to hold you more tightly in place for him to continue to drive himself up into you.

“So close. So close, baby,” he grunted, his thrusts deepening, and you protested against his hand. But you still went unheard.

He came loudly, stiffening as his cock twitching inside you. The moments dragged as he held you there, pinned as he circled back down to earth from his high.

“What the fuck?” you snapped; your lip curled in anger.

Sam snorted and jested, “Jesus, Y/N. I’m sorry. I thought you had gotten off with me. But no need to be that rude.”

“You didn’t listen! I said pineapple!”

“I heard,” Sam told you lightly and your face dropped, anger melting to dismay. He was not looking at you now, tossing the used condom in the trash can next to the couch. He caught sight of your face and his shoulders dropped. “Oh, come on, Y/N. I was close – I thought you were too. It was only a few moments more.” You still said nothing, your gaze falling away from him. “I’ll make it up to you.”

You heard him walking away, his footsteps moving down the hallway towards his bedroom.

You did not come.

He had not listened to you when you used the safe word.

He did not care.

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Castiel’s fingers wove through your hair, intoxication evident in his charcoal lined eyes.

The two of you had chosen a date night out at an underground club, one Castiel thought would be particularly sexually arousing. From the moment you had walked in, you had been unable to keep your eyes from wandering around the room as Castiel led you to an empty booth. A stranger in leather had winked at the two of you as you passed by as their partner sat on the plush carpet at their feet.

“Are you okay?” you questioned. The two of you had had some drinks; his had been doubles though.

He chuckled, leaning back in the booth. “How observant of you, my love. So caring.” Castiel pulled you closer to him on the booth, you sliding easily to him in the coat you were wearing and the leather of the seat. His kisses were deep, passion woven in.

His fingers found one of the buttons of your jacket and you stopped his hand. He pulled away, looking at you curiously.

“Are you okay?” he asked pointedly.

You shot a quick look around the room and turned your attention back to him. No one in particular was paying any attention to the two of you but if you removed your jacket…

“I’ve been in lingerie in public before at parties, Cas, so yeah. But… I mean… me open like this? It might end up irking you. I know you.”

Castiel gave a throaty chuckle, his hand caressing the side of your face. “That you do. No, this is a place I’m not worried about that.”

He seemed sincere enough and what else could you do besides proceed? Slowly, you shrugged the long, tan coat off your shoulders and tossed it aside. You leaned back, wearing only your lingerie. Crotchless lingerie, that you kept in mind and you kept your legs crossed. That was for Castiel to see and only him. Until he gave permission for you to reveal it if he wished it, that had been one of the rules.

He pulled your leg across his lap, holding you close. Your bare pussy was against him, hidden. It was just for him it seemed for now.

His fingers ghosted along your shoulder, tracing down to your waist. There was an insatiable look in his eyes and all you wanted to do was tame it.

“Are you comfortable, angel?”

“Yes, with you,” you answered honestly.

His smile was warm.

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You walked into the office, skirt and shirt pressed. You had made it a point to not be late to this office. Being late within the first couple months at the last office you thought would have cost you your job. You did not want to start off here with that same type of feeling, regardless if it had not amounted to anything other than a small nick in your file back there.

“Y/N!” Robbie called from the front desk, grabbing your attention. You changed direction, going towards him instead of towards your office. He gestured at the flowers. “These were delivered bright and early. For you.”

“Oh, they’re lovely!” you said happily, placing your purse down and running your fingers around the different assortment of flowers gently. “Was there…” you trailed off seeing a card sticking out of the top of the bouquet. You pulled it off and opened the card quickly.

Sorry about dinner last night. Hope you have a good day. I’ll make it up to you tonight. – Castiel

You exhaled, a smile tugging despite yourself. You had made a special dinner to celebrate your sexiversary and the bar had unexpectedly gotten swamped due to a Thursday night football game. The sports bar down the street had gotten closed down because of a health code violation and inevitably, the crowd had to migrate. Castiel had missed dinner and you had gone to bed alone. He must have ordered this last night to make sure it was in the flower shop’s queue to be here now.

You put the card back and Robbie asked, “Someone making up to you?”

Laughing, you asked him, “Is it that obvious?”

“It’s a classic move. Smart,” Robbie smirked as the phone rang. He turned to answer and you picked up the flowers to go to your office.

After situating them, you made your way to the break room to see if someone had made coffee. And they luckily had and you made yourself up a cup. You greeted a couple coworkers in passing as you made your way back down the hall to your office.

“Excuse me,” a voice sounded from beside you and you recognized it as Dean, one of the senior members of the team in the office. He was a shameless flirt for sure, but his eye was not for you. He was harmless, which was a relief. He rushed past you, heading towards the front desk.

“Ah, Sammy! I thought you weren’t gonna be here until Monday!” Dean exclaimed.

Sammy?

The world slowed to a standstill as your eyes landed on the man standing at the front desk, his back to you.

No no no no no.

You could not mistake that hair, those shoulders…

He turned and you blanched at his profile. His smile was wide as he greeted Dean – of course the two of them were friends. Perfect. Tara emerged from her office and beamed seeing Sam standing there. Why was he here? Tara was greeting him too and you barely heard anything above the roar in your ears until you zoned in when she mentioned the word ‘transfer’.

Tara spotted you over the two men’s shoulders and you wanted to vomit when she pointed you out. “Ah, Y/N. You’re here. Early as usual, why should I be surprised? Oh, you should know each other.”

Sam turned his head in slow motion it seemed, his smile growing wider if possible. He was handsome, charming. But you could see past that smile and its pretense. He wanted to eat you alive.

“Yeah, of course,” Sam affirmed to Tara, holding out his arm, beckoning you over. “We worked in the same office.”

You realized you were standing there awkwardly, and you walked forward, the mask coming up. You forced yourself to smile. “Yes, we know each other.” He was so close, and his arm came to rest on your upper arm. It took everything in you not to flinch.

“Sam’s gonna be working here for a while to help with an upcoming project. Since you two have experience working together that should make this all smoother,” Tara explained.

“Hopefully,” you breathed, feeling in a fog.

Her eyes shot to the desk and she asked Robbie, “Did you give her the flowers?”

“H-he did,” you stammered, answering for Robbie, shooting a quick look at Sam.

You saw Sam’s eyes narrow ever so slightly at the mention of them.

“Secret admirer?” Tara teased and you shifted uncomfortably. If she only knew what she was doing right now.

Your cheeks reddened and you gave a nervous laugh. “No, nothing like that.”

Dean snorted and said, “Keep your secrets then, Y/N.” To the group of you, he addressed, “How about we go to lunch later today?”

“Oh, that would be good. I know a good place a few streets away,” Tara said chipper.

Sam shrugged, nodding in agreement. His hand was still on your shoulder – how was no one else noticing?

“Looking forward to it,” Sam told her, smiling broadly. His gaze flicked to you and he gave you a wink.

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[myeverythingisyourstruly]

Willy x female reader

Warnings: language 

The sun was scorching hot, the nectar-rich flowers were in full bloom, scattered with colorful butterflies, and school was out, which only meant one thing - summertime had officially begun.

You were on break from college and at home with your family. Although you liked being back home with your loved ones, you didn’t necessarily want to be around them all day, so you decided to get a summer job.

Your mom had informed you the community pool near your house was always looking for “helpers” so you went over to check it out.

The pool area was surprisingly deserted except for one person, a man, who was laying on one of the fold out chairs, scrolling through his phone.

He had black ray-bans on and didn’t seem to notice you approaching.

“Excuse me,” you said. “Are you hiring for the summer?”

“Oh shit,” he jumped in his seat and pulled off his sunglasses. “I didn’t see you there. Uhh, yeah, we are. What kind of experience do you have?”

“Um, well I’ve worked on campus before and-”

He laughed. “I’m just fucking with you, the job is yours if you want it.”

“Oh cool,” you smiled. “So what exactly would I be, like your assistant? I mean you are the manager right?”

“Yeah,” he sat up and stuck his hand out. “Willy.”

“Y/N” you accepted the handshake.

“By the way,” he stood up at his full height, and wow was he much taller than you realized. “You’re not an assistant, there’s no assistants around here, you’re just an employee of mine. Okay?”

“Got it.” you nodded. “So where is everyone?”

“The pool doesn’t open until 12.”

You checked your phone -- 11:32 AM

“Okay, well, I’ll just hang around until it’s time to work I guess.”

“Actually, I have something you can do.” Willy walked over to his small office space and you followed.

The place was a mess to say the least. There were papers scattered everywhere, blankets and a pillow thrown in the corner, and evident coffee stains plagued the desk. 

Yuck.

“You can organize these papers for me and put them in the filing cabinet.” Willy picked up one of the papers and wiped the stickiness from the coffee on his shorts. “So this is for people who want to rent out lockers, you get their name and number and blah blah blah, you get it right?”

You nodded silently, stunned that he wasn’t phased by the filthiness you two were standing in. “So I’m supposed to do all of this by myself?”

“Yeah!” he exclaimed, a little too happily. “You seem like the over-achiever, perfectionist type so I’m sure you’ll do fine. Good luck.” he patted your shoulder and walked away.

“Jerk,” you muttered.

“What was that?” he turned around with a smirk.

“N-nothing.”

* * * *

After working at the pool for a few weeks, you were starting to wonder if the extra money was even worth it. You weren’t the only one who worked there but somehow you always ended up doing the majority of the work while everyone else sat back and chilled.

It was partially your own fault for putting up with it and you had an idea of how this job was going to be considering your first day. You had walked up and down the pool aisles, keeping an eye on all the children and their activities, while Willy, who was supposed to be the manager, was chatting with friends. He called you over and embarrassed you by saying, “You don’t need to monitor the kids so hard. Take the stick out of your ass and relax.” You turned away, trying to cover your blush as his friends cackled.

On the bright side of things, the children were well behaved for the most part and you didn’t have any problems with them. Although, there was that one kid that was caught humping the pool noodle.

You were pretty close to quitting until you started noticing a really hot guy appearing at the pool every other day with his little brother. He had beautiful blonde hair that shimmered in the sun and his body was the type of picture you’d hang up in your room as a poster to drool over. Truthfully, you felt he was way out of your league, but that didn’t stop you from flaunting around in your bathing suit, showing a little extra skin at times. 

When you finally got the courage to speak with him, you found out his name was Jason and he was in college too. There were times when you even felt like he was flirting right back at you, which was a total surprise but you played it cool.

Today for example, you were talking to Jason about a band the two of you loved and he was hinting at taking you to one of their next concerts.

“They’re actually going on tour next month and I bet they’ll come here. Have you seen them live?”

“Oh my god, no, but I’d love to. Are you going?” you batted your eyelashes.

“Definitely, but there’s one problem though. I don’t have a date.” his eyes flicked down to your chest.

“You know, I’ll be here the rest of the summer and I would love to-”

Splat!

You gasped at the impact of a huge water balloon hitting the side of your face, drenching your entire chest, and the water was dripping down into your shorts.

Someone was attempting but completely failing to cover up their snickering. You looked up to see Willy covering his mouth as his shoulders bounced up and down.

“Holy shit,” he gasped, eliciting another breathy laugh. “I didn’t mean to hit your face like that, I swear.”

“That’s it.” You marched over to the bucket of water balloons and picked up a few before throwing them at Willy, who was running away to the other side. 

You missed the first two times but on the third try you got him right in the crotch, which made it look like he pissed himself. Everyone laughed, including Willy, and soon some of the other kids joined in to completely soak their friends in water.

By the end of it, almost everyone was a mess. You looked around to see destroyed balloons all around the pool, some floating in the water as well, which was a funny sight. They looked like tattered colorful condoms.

Once the pool closed down for the day, It was time to start cleaning up but thankfully Willy stayed behind to help. You reflected on the water balloon fight and how it had all started, which made you walk over to Willy with a question in mind.

“Why did you throw that water balloon at me when I was talking to Jason?” You stood over him while he squatted to pick up pool toys, his back facing you.

“Cus’ I’m a jerk, remember?”

“Yeah, I know, but you could’ve struck at any time and yet you chose to do it when I was with Jason. Why?”

He sighed, stood up, and turned around to face you.

“Look, y/n, I know you like Jason but he’s a player. He does the same thing to a bunch of other girls.”

“And how would you know?” You asked with an attitude, crossing your arms.

Willy huffed out a laugh but there was no humor behind it. “Because I’ve seen him do it the past couple of summers. Trust me, he only wants to get in your pants.”

Willy walked away but you followed. It was petty, but you didn’t want him to have the last word.

“Why should I trust you?”

He stopped once again to look at you. “As much as I piss you off sometimes, I still don’t wanna see you get hurt. You don’t deserve that.”

You slowly uncrossed your arms, letting your defenses down. For some reason you did actually trust what Willy was saying but you didn’t exactly want him to know that.

“Well,” you sighed. “Thanks for telling me.”

“No problem,” he said with a sort of apologetic smile.

From that day on you avoided talking to Jason. You still remained cordial and would greet him if you two made eye contact but you kept it strictly platonic and didn’t make any moves to approach him. The sad part about it was Jason didn’t even seem to notice, and if he did, he just didn’t care enough to confront you about it.

It was your day to be on lifeguard duty. All the kids were screaming and laughing, having themselves a great time, until a loud cry broke through. You sprung off your chair to see a little boy had fallen on the concrete, scraping his knee in the process. Willy had made it to the kid before you did and was helping him to calm down.

“Hey, could you get the first aid kit out of my office?”

“Sure thing,” you rushed over to grab the kit and brought it back to Willy. You noticed the kid wasn’t crying anymore, but in fact was smiling.

You watched as Willy cleaned up the blood, disinfected the scrape, and patched him up with a cool Iron Man band-aid.  Quite frankly, It was the cutest thing you’d ever seen him do.

Wait, since when do I find Willy cute? 

The way he handled the situation was so sweet. You had never seen Willy be so attentive, calm, and confident. When he was done, he stood up and stretched, his shirt lifting just enough to see exposed skin. Your eyes glanced down, trailing the line of hair that led to his-

No. No. No. I’m not doing this.

You looked up to see Willy was already looking at you.

Crap.

“You okay?” He seemed to be genuinely concerned, which made you feel even more embarrassed.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” 

He shrugged. “Just asking.”

You didn’t really know how else to respond so you just awkwardly walked away, hoping he wasn’t watching you.

I do not like Willy. I definitely don’t have a crush on him. Nope, not this girl.

Your mind betrayed you that night when you dreamt of Willy going down on you.

You couldn’t make direct eye contact with him for the next two days.

The rest of the month was torture. It seemed like every little thing he did now was sexy and the worst part about it was he didn’t even realize the effect he had on you. It got so bad that your stomach would flip flop whenever he would grace you with a smile, which most times wasn’t even because of anything you said, but just seeing him smile over dumb shit was doing it for you.

It all came to a boil when the two of you were the last ones at the pool. It was evening time so the pool had long been closed, but you stuck around to clean up and Willy had mentioned a schedule change he wanted to go over with you.

“So since Summer is coming to an end we’re gonna open up the pool an hour earlier and I was thinking you could hmph-”

You connected your lips to his, fast and hard, as if there was an immediate need to release all of the pent up energy you had inside. The kiss was cut short when he gently pulled away from you.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m...kissing you?” You hated the way it came out sounding like a question instead of a statement.

“Yeah, no shit,” he laughed. “But why? I mean, what about Jason?”

“Jason is a player like you said,” you sighed. “And I don’t want to be with someone like that.”

Willy smirked. “So you admit I was right.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, I guess so.

“And now that Jason is out of the picture you think you like me?” he teased.

“Yes, I mean no! Ugh,” he was making this way harder for you and you didn’t know whether to be pissed or turned on. “I’ve liked you for a while now,” you admitted as a blush crept upon your cheeks. “You just didn’t notice.”

There was a gleam in his eyes. “I notice a lot more than you think I do.”

You blushed even harder.

“Listen,” you stepped a little closer to him. “I don’t want you to think you’re second to Jason, I really do like you. I mean I even had a sex dream about you!”

His eyebrows raised.

“I like you because even though you annoy the shit out of me, I still find myself laughing when I’m around you and you’re so great with the kids and you’re so cu-”

He leaned down to silence you, cupping your face with both hands.

“You talk too much,” he stated quietly.

“One of my many talents,” you joked, earning a smile in response.

“And fuck, I like you too. A lot.”

He dove back in to give you the kiss you had imagined the first time around, the kind that makes you feel a little dizzy, as if you’re floating in the air. Warmth spread through your belly like lava slowly seeping out of a volcano.

You sighed when he pulled back for room to breathe.

“What are we going to do when I go back to school?”

Smiling softly, he placed some of your hair behind your ear. “Don’t even worry about that, kid. We’ll figure it out.”

He leaned in, as if he were going to kiss you again, but dodged your lips to whisper in your ear. “So tell me more about that dream you had.”

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Protecting You - Part 1

Summary: Strong-willed Detective Sasha Rae is one of the best detective on the NYPD. Her world is suddenly turned upside down when she must protect a prime witness to a crime. Can she put her feelings aside for the sake of the case or will she become a victim herself?

Lungs burning, sprinting, feeling the burning in my legs as my feet hit the pavement of the neighborhood street of New York City. It smells, but it is easy to ignore when I’m chasing a suspect. He tosses the remnants of a trash can to the side, toppling over massive amounts of trash onto the sidewalk. I jump hastily over it like a true cross country runner, not breaking a sweat. He’s fast, but he’s not tactful in the least bit. I push forward, feeling just a little bit more adrenaline hit me, when I toss my entire body at him, tackling him to the ground.

He falls forward onto his face in shock, groaning. “What the fuck? How are you so fast?” He says as I wrap his arms around his back, shackling his wrists behind it. He whines as I fasten them tightly.

I ignore his words. “Mr. Henderson, not only are we going to charge you for theft, but littering is also a crime,” I say. He is a regular I tend to pick up, but being that I’ve picked him up for theft before and he is on parole, things are not looking good for him.

“Oh, well you know I had to make you work for it Detective Rae,” he chuckles as I pull him to his feet.

I roll my eyes. “Listen D, I’d love it if you turned a new leaf before I retire,” I tell him and he laughs as we walk back to the car like we’re on some leisurely stroll.

“Yeah, but where would the fun be in that? You know damn well your ass would miss me too much if I stopped,” he says and I can’t help, but shake my head. He’s a flirt, always has been and a small part of me truly does believe that he continues to get in trouble just so I can pick him up.

We make it back to the car and I stuff him into the backseat, leaving him with a warning. “You need to stay out of trouble. You’re what? Twenty-two. You got an entire life ahead of you. This whole bad boy, trying to be cute thing will wear off super quick,” I tell him and his smile drops slightly, but he eventually nods in understanding as I close the door. I hit the top of the squad car and they drive off.

I watch it go briefly before my phone goes off. I immediately answer.

“Rae,” I answer and listen intently. It’s Chief Walters, also known as my boss. He wants me to come back to the station immediately. “I’m on my way sir,” I respond, pressing the end button, before getting in my car nearby to head back.

Walking into the station always gives me this bittersweet feeling because I busted my ass to leave it. I have my own desk and everything, but I love being out in the field. I love not wearing the blue uniform that makes me brutally obvious I’m an officer.

It is also bittersweet because I turn heads—often. When I started at the training academy, people just assumed I was a pretty face with no real idea on what I was getting myself into. I knew I’ve been through worse than probably either of them could imagine, but I knew right then and there, it was just another group of people I had to prove wrong. I craved for moments like that.

I think because I do feel like I have something to prove I’m also forced to reconcile with the fact that I may not always be well-liked, but damn-it if I’m not respected.

I advance over to the door of the office and knock softly against the wooden doorframe. Chief Walters looks up from some papers and ushers me inside with a hand motion. “Shut the door,” he commands and I do as I’m told before taking my seat in front of him.

He pulls his glasses off and pushes the file he was reading in front of me. I take it from him, crossing my legs to give it my undivided attention.

I scan over it and note several names I’ve heard in the news lately:

Suspect: Herbert Kline

Age:43

Crime: Money laundering, fraud, tax invasion, first-degree murder.

Victim: James Yooley

Relationship to Suspect: Business partner.

Prime Witness: McKenzie Jefferies

Age: 23

Occupation: Grad Student at Columbia

There are also statements in the file which I’ll have to brief myself on, but Mr. Kline is high profiled. He opened one of the most influential fulfillment businesses in New York state, expanding it throughout the country. And he was only twenty-eight. It was impressive, truly, so to hear of his arrest for all his corrupt money dealings wasn’t the least bit surprising; however, the murder charge was a whole other can of worms entirely.

“I thought he was already arrested and prepping for trial,” I comment finally and Chief Walters nods in agreement.

“So did I; however, I just got off the phone with the district attorneys office and they informed me that the key witness is having reservations about testifying,” he explains and I can’t help but immediately think the worst.

“He has outsiders, business associates spooking her,” I say without question and he smiles softly.

“That is why you’re the best,” he says and I can’t help but look down modestly at his compliment. I try to keep my speculations appearing less like hunches and more like common sense. Anybody that has watched cop dramas probably could have figured that out.

“So what are we looking at? Bringing her down to the station? Meeting at the university? We obviously have to make her reconsider, seeing as she’s our only fighting chance at putting this guy away,” I explain and he nods in agreement once more.

“The DA suggests a security detail till the trial next month,” he says and I close the file, feeling like I helped him work through what I assume was a dilemma.

“Well that’s great, am I free to go?” I ask him and he grimaces, shaking his head slowly. Why do I feel like I’m going to hate the next words that are going to come out of his mouth?

“I would like you to look over her,” he says and my eyes immediately widen. I don’t know the first thing about college. I know that they consist of partying and drinking, football games, and I am just not into that.

“With all due respect, surely someone else is better equipped than I am,” I reason, not wanting to throw out specific names seeing as people already can’t stand me. I bet they’re going to love knowing I’ve been tasked to be a glorified babysitter.

“I chose you because you are one of my best detectives and I don’t think she’s going to want a man to look after her, not when men are trying to threaten her,” he says and I got to appreciate his honesty. I feel validated, but I suppose if I was in her shoes, I would feel a little uncomfortable knowing a male detective was in close proximity of me and I was a young twenty-something year old.

“Listen, it won’t be as bad as you think,” he assures me. “She’s a Grad student, surely she’s well past all the crazy late nights,” he adds and I can’t help but feel unconvinced.

“Are there any specifics I should know about her before I go?” I ask begrudgingly as he flips through a memo that he must have written when on the phone.

“I was told they want live-in security detail, instead of the standard car parked outside of dorm room, so you know I’m not a massive fan of this, but preferably you could have her stay with you, seeing as she does have a roommate,” he explains and I close my eyes, inwardly screaming. This cannot get any worse.

I put on a fake smile, taking the file with me. “I’ll see what I can do,” I tell him as I get up from the chair and walk out of the office.

I make my way over to my desk and park my butt into it to give myself some time of relief before my world turns upside down for a month. I flip open the file again and stare at the photos inside. There are crime scene photos, Kline’s mugshot, and a witness photo.

My eyes fixate on the girl that is not much younger than I and admittedly she doesn’t look like the partying type. She looks like she may be active or that she works out, and perhaps that will be a good thing for the two of us to bond over while we’re stuck with each other for a month. I’m not expecting to become best friends with her or anything, but we have to deal with one another, so why make it a miserable experience?

I glance up at the clock and it reads a little past one in the afternoon. I sigh heavily and close the file, locking it in my drawer before getting up to head out of the office to meet my new charge.

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Not A Loser Anymore Chapter 14

Clay beat everyone to the van. As soon as Pooch had told him what the neighbor mentioned seeing, he knew that time was of the essence. Morgan was going to fucking kill Aisha. That was what he explained to the others, Roque’s eyes meeting the team’s faces in the rear view as he turned toward the last place he knew Aisha had been staying.

“Shouldn’t you just listen to the voicemails, or call her?” Roque asked, his body shifting hard into the turn that Clay had taken on what felt like two wheels.

Fuck. He tossed his phone to his second and barked out the pass code as he kept driving. Parking was doing nothing and he couldn’t. Not now. Roque put the phone on speaker and they all listened as Aisha flirted. Temptation heavy and wrong sounding. Even for her. Nothing more. Just the urge to contact her. Fuck.

“Hit redial.” It was Jensen’s suggestion. “Clay has to make contact. He has to find out where they are.” Smart, and sounding far calmer than his boss was feeling. “You’re gonna have to pull over, Clay.” The tires squealing as they took another turn added to the argument for stopping.

Roque hit redial and Clay reluctantly pulled onto the shoulder of the road they were on. She picked up quicker than he expected, but her voice held all the irritation that he imagined anyone holding an irate Morgan would feel.

“Clay,” she was trying desperately to hold back any biting comment and working hard to recapture the flirty tone from the message. “I was hoping you’d call.”

“Cut the shit, Aisha,” he bit back. Screw it, he still wasn’t in the fucking mood. “Where is she?”

A long sigh. Yeah, Morgan was trying her last nerve. “She’s a distraction, Clay. For ALL of you.” He really fucking hoped she wasn’t trying to convince him that leaving her in Aisha’s care was for the best. “No Captain Dean, more focus on finding and ending Max.” Seriously?

“I can promise you, Aisha, that if any fucking harm comes to Morgan, Max will be the very last fucking thing I’ll be focused on.” Clay growled. Damn it. “Let her go-” He considered that idea and shook his head. “Let us come pick her up, DON’T release her until we get there.” Morgan would fucking destroy Aisha. And while right now the urge was building in the entire team to let her, Aisha had access to funds and aid that they needed. “Max will be found. He will. But without Morgan, I know I’d prefer to fucking die.”

The van was hushed, but the air seemed to go out of the entire vehicle when he said that. They all knew that Clay and Morgan felt for one another, but dying without her? Shit.

“I’ll second it.” Jensen spoke up from behind Clay’s seat. “No Morgan, no fucking team.”

Roque nodded his head. “She’s our glue, no Captain Dean, I’m out.”

Pooch and Cougar both voiced their agreement. “Tell us where you’re keeping her, Aisha, NOW.” Clay ordered, and closed his eyes against the thought that Morgan might not be alive. She might have taken the ultimate sacrifice for killing her father. She had to know what Morgan meant to him. That had to be why she really took her. “Leave the building, no harm no foul.”

A quiet laugh. “She’s promised to kill me if she gets free, Clay. That’s hardly an incentive to let her go, or allow her to live.” Fuck.

“She won’t.” Jensen again. “Morgan will take an order if it’s given. Clay will make sure she follows the order to not harm you.” Clay’s eyes met the younger man’s in the rear view. A shrug from Jensen showed he knew he was lying through his teeth, anything to get Morgan back.

“Absolutely.” Clay agreed, and Roque’s knowing smile nearly blinded him. “Can’t find and rid the world of Max without you, Aisha. And without getting rid of him, we can’t come out of hiding.”

Aisha took a few beats. The silence grew heavy before she finally gave her decision.

Morgan had been listening to Aisha’s side of the conversation after she’d stepped outside the door of the room she’d been keeping her in. Hearing the coordinates given, the warning to wait an hour before coming to get her, Morgan expected her to walk away and not look back. No such luck.

“When I looked into your team,” Aisha was saying as she returned to stand in front of Morgan’s still restrained body. “Little was found on you, Captain Morgan.” She was studying the bound woman. “Nothing spectacular. Nothing amazing. You’re a medic. You rose to officer. You kept your head down, your hands clean. You left them. Why?”

Morgan’s chin went up and she glared at the younger woman. “Clay was my superior officer. You ever screwed your supervisor, Aisha?” The other woman said nothing. “Well, let me tell you this, the United States military heavily frowns on anyone doing it. I worked too fucking hard to get to where I was to lose it because I fell in love with him.” It was the first time she admitted it. To anyone, including herself, that she loved Clay. Was IN love with him. “Being ambitious and a woman, in any fucking position, makes shit hard.” She sniffed in irritation. “Clay would have gotten high fived and the title of stud. I would have lost my fucking rank and file.” And instead, I left on my own terms, she thought. I walked away, for one final time. “I haven’t a fucking clue why my intel wasn’t complete, maybe you got shitty intel. I promise you this, Aisha. Once it’s all said and done. Run. Hide. Because they’re right. I’ll take the order. I’ll obey it. But once Max is taken out? You will be too. By me.”

The smirk that met that declaration made Morgan wonder just what game Aisha was playing. “Which would work, if I’d given them the correct coordinates.” Shit. “Let’s play a new game, Morgan-” she stopped and considered the former officer trussed to the chair in front of her. “May I call you ‘Morgan’?” A glare was her only answer. “Let’s see just how much heat I can make for you, Morgan.”

A small gesture toward a table that Morgan could make out now that the light was brighter, the door left open and a hallway visible through it, along with the natural light of sunlight through a bank of windows somewhere. On the table, just outside the doorway a cluster of bottles. She was going to set the fucking building on fire. With Morgan inside. A flash of complete fucking terror tore through her body.

Clay was staring straight ahead, the van still in park. “That was too easy, wasn’t it?” She took the first offer, really, and that just wasn’t his normal experience with anyone in this type of situation. A mere promise to keep Morgan in line? Too fucking simple.

“I thought so,” Jensen’s offer came from behind him. Along with clicking. “Which is why I’m checking the coordinates she gave us against the GPS locator in that cell she called you from.”

“Isn’t it a burner?” Pooch asked, looking over Jensen’s shoulder. “Thought you couldn’t track those.”

Jensen snorted. “The GOVERNMENT can’t track them. I am a being apart.” The clicking kept going. And then a groan. “Fuck. She’s further out than that hour she asked for and she definitely isn’t at the spot she gave us.”

Clay considered the information. On one hand, it would make sense to send them wildly in the wrong direction, diverting them while she either moved Morgan to another location OR and his stomach lurched at the thought, killed her. There was also the idea that this was a bigger sleight of hand. Send them to the real location, knowing they wouldn’t trust it, and then when they got to the bogus one, too late to rescue Morgan. Fuck.

“We’re gonna need to split up.” It was Roque’s idea. “A couple of us go to the coordinates, the rest to the phone's GPS location.” General agreement. “And fucking hope that Aisha hasn’t learned some tricks from our hacker, and that ONE of the two is where she really is.”

Morgan was studying the bottles that Aisha was bringing into her little dark room. All flammable, but less a plan and more a last ditch effort.

“Did you not hear what Clay said?” She offered, watching the younger woman opening each bottle and pouring it around the perimeter of the room. “If I die, they won’t help you.”

“Do you honestly think they’ll keep searching for Max if I let you go?” She scoffed, and opened another bottle. The sloshing of the liquid kept going. “They’re out, no matter what they promise. Added bonus because killing you destroys Clay.”

Morgan felt like she rolled her own eyes so hard she should be able to check out her own ass. “Didn’t you screw Clay?” A curt nod from the other woman. “Was he too drunk to satisfy you? Did he not get you off first? Seriously why are you pissed enough to fucking do this?”

The sound of fluid being distributed around the room stopped and Aisha was standing in front of her again. “Didn’t he tell you?” Her tone was deadly. Quiet, pain filled, and angry. “He MURDERED my father, on Max’s orders.” She was glaring down at Morgan. “He knew this was coming, not through your death, but he knew that I’d collect payment for that-”

“Of course he told me.” Morgan cut in. “Your daddy was a drug trafficker that was holding a child as a shield. Your daddy was willing to let a child die for him. Your daddy deserved what he got.” Morgan wasn’t sure she believed that last bit, but fuck this daddy issue nonsense. “That child was used as a fucking mule for daddy dearest’s drug trade. Spank your inner child, Aisha, and let it the fuck go.” Another eye roll. “You’re gonna make a strike team that was so fucking elite that most officials don’t know they exist so pissed that Max most definitely will take a backseat.”

Aisha studied her captive. “I’ll be gone.”

“Jensen can hack ANYTHING.” A reminder of why this woman had picked her fucking team in the first place. “Jensen will find you. And I bet Clay, Roque, and Cougar will draw straws to see who gets to take the shot.” Pooch was in the clear, he had a family to prepare for. “And then, once the target is taken down, ‘the target’ being YOU, they’ll go back to work to find Max. He’ll meet the same end as you, Hell, they might even dispose of you together.” Morgan watched her words sinking in. “The point is this, Aisha, which would you prefer to have: the time it takes to find Max without worrying about my promise, or this bullshit spontaneous act of revenge?”

“How do you know-”

“That you didn’t PLAN this?” Morgan snorted. “You’re using a bunch of mix and match booze, Aisha. That’s an unplanned act. If you’d planned it, you would have jugs of gas.” And a flamethrower, she thought. “Contact them. Give them the real coordinates. Give them the fucking address. But fix it, before you have literally NO HOPE of survival.” They were locked in a staring contest. “Hell, I might even mellow out between now and the time you find and eliminate Max.” The chances are slim and nil, but keep that bullshit hope alive.

A stalemate fell. And the wait began.

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YEA BO- wait. What the fuck is this. OH MY GOD THAT MUSIC. I'M TRIGGERED. I FLASHING BACK SO HARD. GOODBYE.

Hige don't be dramatic you're fine

NO I'M NOT. I REMEMBER HAVING FF ON GBA. -SCREECHES-

Honestly I was playing The Evil Within 2 the other day it was a traumatic experience for me.

Fuck that, yolo it.

No I'm not gonna yolo it.

Assaless.

Speak my name when u arrive... say my name boi.

I received the Sword of the Order.

Kinky.

Do you seriously remember that?

Jesus christ that was so long ago.

Was it? I have no concept of time. I literally don't. Like none. The bashtard.

Basch. Baschtard. Vaangina.

*Gets out the hose. Pressure washes Hige with holy water*

I smell. Something weird. Like hot glue.

*turns into swiss cheese*

RIP swissed Hige.

WHAT THE FLYING FUCK. IS BURNING. IN RL. I SMELL HOT GLUE. AM I DYING RN. THEY SAY YOU SMELL HOT GLUE WHEN YOU'RE HAVING A SIEZURE.

Where's the spy pirate I wonder.

I've heard of smelling brussel sprouts...

It varies. Some say copper pennies. Some say hot glue. Some say burning stuff.

Dead raccoons smell a lot like melting brussel sprouts. Pro tip.

Hige I-- I don't... wanna know how you know that.

Cuz of their hobby.

Vaugn the oversharing fuckwit. Relatable.

I genuinely forgot how to spell his name, and just don't care at this point.

Jar jar binks!!!

Its Vaan. Two a's.

Van. Vaan. Yawn.

Wtf was that noise Vaan.

Sell shit, be rich for about 5 seconds, then be poor.

He's just a teenage boy.

OH. I KNOW WHAT I'M SMELLING. FUKING FI R E WOR KS.

Sky pervert u say.

Everyone in this house but me is like 'OH MY GOD ITS GUNSHOTS. 100 PERCENT GUNSHOTS. THE WORLD SO DANGEROUS.' And I'm like... bitch... its fireworks... 'NO -- ITS NOT -- I WAS IN THE ARMY I WOULD KNOW WHAT A GUNSHOT IS. PLUS, I JUST SAW THE FLASH FROM THE BARREL'. Excuse me... guns don't... guns don't flash.

flash from the bARREL. I'M LAUGHING.

That's not... how guns work.

Oh what I don't have my party with me.

I was waiting to see how long before you noticed lmao.

Wow you guys are so mean. Not telling me I forgot my party.

I'm gonna summon them like beatle juice.

Oh man it didn't work.

Oh there you are. I tried to summon you like beatle juice but it didn't work.

Well you shoulda said that chant over a dead possum. Then I woulda heard you.

Confession. I'm still hella weak for bunny tatas.

I DON'T REMEMBER ALL THE FAKE NAMES OKAY.

Clearly neither does Vaan.

Am I ready for the mines? Am I? Aaam I? I am let's go.

Ah, so polite. You're also like. My well of never-ending potions.

Oooooo. Whip him. Whip him daddy.

Jfc.

I want to see him broken and bleeding and crying for more.

*gets the holy water hose again*

THATS NOT HOLY WATER. THERE'S NOTHING HOLY ABOUT IT. EXCEPT THAT IT FILLS ME WITH HOLES.

Exactly.

What big teef u have.

Every city looks pretty at night. They look better on FIRE at NIGHT.

We're not lighting Bhujerba on fire.

WHY THE FUCK NOT. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH ALL THIS GASOLINE NOW.

Okay, Hige? You can set that airship right there on fire.

=DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD MAKE IT A FUCKING PHOENIX.

Hello sexy.

Nevermind. He looked better through the blurry window. Fucking frizied hair.

Everyone looks the god damn same to me.

Assless.

[spongebob voice] Iiiiiii'm ready. Iiiiii'm ready.

Idk where they are ho.

I don't know if this is weird but, does catnip... smell like tea? Cuz I think it kinda smells like tea.

Wouldn't know, I've never smelled catnip that I can remember.

I missed my chance to be Cool and say 'I've never snorted catnip'. I disappoint myself.

Awwww, but I want to take out half your kingdom army with this.

Dang you only had 8 gil? You're a poor ass soldier, what the fuck.

I guess I will just. Sound the alarm.

sOUND THE ALARM. BEE BU DEE BU DAH DEE DEE DEE.

Now I'm gonna have to look that song up. gdi.

You gonna slap her again? ...I mean him, not her.

What FUCKING level are you? Oh my gooood.

God-- Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.

DON'T STOP. BELIEVIN.

n y o o m.

SUPER SAIYAN.

R i p t h a t du d e.

aAWWWWWWWWW WHAT ARE TH O SE. THEY'RE ADORABLE.

KNIGHTKNIGHTKNIGHTKNIGHT.

KNIGHTTTTT.

I can't find the gd song.

lOOK AT THAT ARMOR.

Found ya bitch.

I ALWAYS FORGET ABOUT THE GD FILTER.

THEY'RE ADORABLE. I WANT 10.

Okay but u know what else is fucking adorable. The. Sheep. In Nautilus Park in FFXIII. ...Wow it  didn't censor me that time.

THE SHEEP LOOK LIKE MUPPETS WTF. THEY'RE SO CUTE.

Lavi was honestly just. "I'm living in this park now. I'm never leaving these sheep."

Doug wants a moogle.

I PLAYED A MOOGLE ONCE. AND THEIR HUMAN FC WAS KOMUI.

Chocobos are better.

THERE. Fuk u chat.

But also omg. Komui as a M O O G L E.

Chocobos are blessings.

I need to find that blog I had now.

FOUND IT.

I did so many fucking laps around this airship. Eventually I ran out of spawns. It was just. 'Damn'.

Jeez Vossler, god damn, put some eye drops in your eyes.

'You won't be able to leave this area easily, you should think about saving in a different file' NAAAAAAAAAH.

Wait, you mean you weren't. Fighting anything all this time? God damn it Ashe. Didn't have your gambits on, *growls* /PRINCESS/.

I mean. Its an honest mistake. At least you didn't go out into a sandstorm without your party to fight a Mark kek.

FIX YOURSELF.

fIGHT FIGHT FIGHT.

Okay. Let's just go with this. Too many. I don't like it.

*sips cola*

(elis voice) i gOT THE COLA.

[coach voice] COLA.

Honestly my favorite is. 'Ah now Coach you look like you done this before.'

SOMETHING ABOUT THAT LINE JUST. ISN'T RIGHT.

Exactly.

I hate being blinded too tbh. I say as I never wear glasses I need to wear.

GDI BASCH

fuk u, alarm

*long gasp* God damn it shE'S ALSO LEVEL 14 I'm fucking screeching.

Yaaaaaaay my favorite one. Tides of Fate.

HEAVEN'S WRATH SOUNDS LIKE A REALLY COOL INNOCENCE NAME NGL.

It sounds like it'd be a cool af staff.

Hi, Doug's possible ancestor.

O this fight was "fun"

oHO DAM N SHE ANGERY

I read aero as lero

*to the tune of shots* BUTTS BUTTS BUTTS BUTTS BUTTS BUTTS BUTTS

I'll see myself out

Here comes butts.

bUTT

BUTT

Bun Butt.

U know. Bunny tailed Lavi is one of my favorite things in RWBY and FFXII verses. /Especially when he's agitated/.

ANGERY BUNNY BUTT.

I'm st ill l aug hin g. When Weiss worked him into a tizzy about if she was complimenting or insulting him and he couldn't figure it out. Bunny tail going a mile a minute.

Oh my god I remember that ask. That was my favorite ask, just cuz it worked him into a tizzy. She wasn't gonna answer him either, he would've been like "are you complimenting or insulting me?" and she would've just been like "Yes."

t h e f u c k w a s t h a t. That thing looked like something out of a nightmare.

THAT THING. NO. THE ALIGATOR LOOKING BITCH.

I'm here and AM queer.

THAT.

THOT.

SCARY BITCH.

Hello queer. I'm ace.

Changing my name to Hiqueerge.

THE BACON PEPPERONI WOLF. BACON PEPPERONI. I'D EAT THAT.

j FC WHY.

I don't know why they did this but. God. Horrible clashing colors.

You wouldn't eat that Hige.

I WOULD. BET IT TASTES LIKE CYANIDE AND HEARTBURN.

Oh my god, Hige. Why am I friends with you?

Its like a um... chimera. I think chimera is the right word.

The fast forward run is fucking killing me. They need chipmunk voices.

Ashe is problematic. Her skirt is not functional. This... is both problem and not a problem at all. Its a problem because why bother wearing anything at all at that point. Its not a problem because at least it keeps the perverts happy.

Ashe is problematic... although right now its currently basch. Because he hasn't reACHED LEVEL FUCKING 14 YET.

I hate her boots though. I hate those boots. I wish they'd just given her actual pants.

Fight her boots.

Her dysfunctional wardrobe is the final boss.

Jar jar binks got big.

Stronk stronk bigs.

THERE BE ANOTHER ONE.

AAAAARRRRR. YE BE AFTER ME TREASURE?

I can't be a pirate anymore tho so. w e e p s.

KILL IT WITH FIRE

FIIIIIIIIRE

FIIIREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Cure me, bitch.

You know I haven't been paying attention-- *gasps* OH MY GOD I FINALLY LEVELED UP, REALLY?

LOOK AT THAT. ALL LEVEL 14 YAAAY.

*HEAVENLY CHORUS IN THE BACKGROUND*

HAAAAALLEJULAHHHH

I... all I can imagine is that skyrim video. With the crier. Flying away into the horizon as he’s giving a sermon.

HE ASCENDED.

tfw you kick the power strip and knock the internet out.

k it n o. don't kick power strips. Power strips are friends.

This is what happens when I never sit at a desk.

R e l a t a b l e.

Why do I do this to me.

S C R E A M S. p oor r ox as. P oor stupid axel.

ROXAS DESERVED BETTER.

I love axel. He's a good. But not really. He's an asshole, but. We love him anyway. He tried to be a dad. I'm proud of him.

All fictional redheads are Goods But Not Really lmfao *side eyes Lavi*

Okay well. Maybe not /all/. *side eyes Cross harder*

Judge Cross all u want. Stupid fuck.

Hinata's the only ginger who'se excused.

Ok abut also Reno. Fucking Reno. RENO'S A BITCH.

Okay but I really wanna get fucking. VII remake just so I can see Reno even though Reno is the stupid fuck who takes a whole sector of a city and just. Drops it on another fucking sector oF A CITY.

I feel like Reno wears that title proudly. I almost typed tittie.

he does- S TU. IS JUTN. FUC KF.

bye isa.

IMD VHC. HE ELP.

Sometimes I can still hear his voice.

V IOLENT CO UGHING.

Wind sure is loud today.

w o w.

I WANT TO ADOPT ALL OF THE MOOGLES.

I wanna be a sky pirate.

Lavi, I can't believe you're calling Reno out.

Let Reno have the tittie of bitch.

The tittie of bitch? Really?

I CHOKED ON MY FUCKING CHILI.

NOW YOU KNOW HOW IT FEELS.

TRAITOR.

Vayne's a dick and he can go choke on it.

Larsa <3

Larsagna

*chants* SANDSEA SANDSEA SANDSEA

*chants louder* SANDSEA SANDSEA SANDSEA SANDSEA

RIP Bianca. I... almost typed Pianca. Today is a weird day for me. Fingers having a bad day. I ALMOST TYPED FINDERS. I give up.

Finders do have bad days.

My fingers are dyslexic pass it on. Calling u stupid bone sausages out.

Doug is a prime example of finders with bad days-- especially when he makes deals with the D.Gray-Devil.

DID YOU ACTUALLY ALMOST MISPELL MY /NAME/, KIT? AND did you actually mispell my name on purpose Isa, how dare.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. TOOOOOOOOOTTALLLYYYY not.

Yes.

NO. I'M SORRY. FORGIVE ME. HAVE MERCY.

No mercy.

I dunno, Isa, should I forgive you? Should I? Should I...?

Y e s. You should forgive me.

Nah.

I'm an angel, remember?

Nop.

Ye.

Angels don't talk about eiffel tower dic

besides the eiffel tower incident-- I. I came out to have a good time and I'm honestly feeling so attacked right now.

Also where tf is Hige.

Dead. I died.

u creepin u creepe-- oh there u are.

Yesterday I died~

n o p e.

Tomorrow's bleedin~

GET OUT.

And take ur pain with u >: (

t a k e s m y p a i n w i t h m e.

kIT KICKED ME OUTTTT. HE'S A MEANIEEEE.

nYEH @ KIT.

tfw you have too many muses. Shoves sheryl and the millenium b i tch out.

SANDSEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

#AESTHETIC

There's this one rare game you get by chaining 100 urutan yensa. I'm not doing that.

That's a lotta yensa.

Bye Vaan. Have a nice sleep out in the middle of the desert.

Yeah, I ditched him. I don't even care if he's asleep. I ditched him.

[deepseawritings]

Erm, remember I said I wrote another piece? Yes, it’s more crack. Don’t worry, the next thing I’ll post (hopefully) will be a continuation of Shovel’s story, not more madness like this.

It spreads like the flu

It was normal day in the Zone. The mutants viciously attacked anyone they found, the anomalies wlorped in their spots, the military struggled to keep control of the borders, and stalkers looted and stashed any goodies found. As said, a normal day all around. And in Yantar's scientific outpost, a newly arrived scientist -whose name we'll omit for the sake of his integrity- was about to fuck it up royally.

Stressed as he was, he mixed up his report to Sakharov about the early C-Con experiments and a joke message for his stalker comrades. A tragic mistake, but it could have happened to anyone, really.

He didn't notice his mistake until much later, when Sakharov icily asked him to come over. Apparently the old scientist wasn't pleased the report he received had attached Rick Astley’s greatest hit instead of the audio from the failed experiment.

#

In just a few hours the message spread like the flu, reaching all corners of the Zone. Most stalkers simply disregarded it and deleted the message without opening it. But some gave into their curiosity and listened to the mysterious file. Was that the beginning of the Zone’s latest disaster? Well, depends on your definition of disaster, but yes.

#

“Yaaar, have you seen this?” Hawaiian left his spot on the counter and made a beeline for the old Freedomer.

“What now?” he replied with a marked lack of interest, not looking away from the SVDm-2 he was carefully fixing. The trader had been a pain in the ass for the last half an hour or so, clearly bored and not taking in earnest Yar’s suggestion to fuck off or to take inventory of his supplies or something that didn’t involve pestering him.

“I got a strange message. Listen: The shocking truth the military doesn’t want you to know. All about their shady deals in this file!” Hawaiian read excitedly, like a kid with a new toy. “And there’s an audio to download!”

The Freedomer didn’t take his eyes from the gun, he merely snorted at the dramatic reading of the message.

“It will be a virus or a joke. Probably one of those clips of just silence with a scream at the end. Or porn moans.”

Hawaiian pouted disappointed and blessed silence filled Yanov Station for about a minute.

“Aren’t you curious to know what it is exactly?” Hawaiian asked him, still mulling about the damn message. “I mean, at worst we’ll get a laugh out of it.”

Sensing he wouldn’t have peace and quiet to work on his rifle with Hawaiian lounging around, the Freedomer sighed and tried a new tactic. “Why don’t you show it to Trapper? I heard he likes that sort of jokes.”

He felt a bit bad about hoisting the trader on poor unsuspecting Trapper, but Yar was fed up and wanted to work in peace. So when Hawaiian went downstairs to the basement he quickly gathered all his tools and the rifle and ran away. Novikov would welcome him with open arms, perhaps he would even lend him a couple things he needed. And most importantly, there would be peace and quiet in the scientist’s bunker.

Meanwhile Hawaiian descended the stairs to the basement with a cheery “Alooooooha! Trapper?”

But when he got to the basement he realized Trapper was nowhere to be found. Oh, he must have gone in one of his hunting expeditions. What a shame. Still, he was bored and wanted to know what was that file exactly, and waiting for the hunter could take hours!

“Screw it, I’m opening it now,” he muttered in the heavy silence of the empty basement.

#

In Zaton two stalkers trudged through the swampy expanses in their trek back to the Skadovsk. Both were talking animatedly about their joint project to craft a Gauss Rifle from scratch, and how their newly found set of tools would help them. To anyone else their conversation would sound like incomprehensible technical mumbo-jumbo, but for both of them it was actually quite entertaining. That’s why Cardan was surprised when Nitro didn’t answer his last question.

“Hey man... did you hear me?” He turned to his companion and saw Nitro had stopped in his tracks, looking at his PDA with a frown. “Something’s wrong?”

“Hawaiian,” he simply said. Cardan feared the radiation had gotten to his head a tad too much.

“Wha? What’s a Hawaiian?”

Nitro shook his head slowly and pocketed his PDA once more. “The trader at Yanov. He sent me a strange message.”

“Strange... like he was drunk typing?”

“No. More like a dirty message,” Nitro admitted sounding rather disturbed.

Cardan pursed his lips in a titanic effort to not burst out laughing. “Dirty? What did he say?”

“Nevermind,” Nitro said in a voice that pretty much implied he wouldn’t tell anyone the content of the message, not even under pain of torture. “C’mon, I can already see the Skadovsk from here.”

#

Major Degtyarev, nay, Colonel Degtyarev was sick to death of hearing his two companions bicker all the damn way from Pripyat’s outskirts to Yanov. He was this close to murdering both his friends, so far the only thing staying his hands was the prospect of having to come up with a believable alibi.

How did the argument start this time? He couldn’t remember... something inconsequential most probably. Degtyarev focused on walking, tuning them out. But then again it was hard to not hear their yelling. And he’d thought they were getting along better now! Degtyarev mentally counted to ten to calm himself. Then he counted to thirty-five, to sixty, two hundred and eleven...

“Enough!” he finally snapped. Thank goodness they were already arriving to Yanov Station. “I’m gonna retrieve my stash from Zulu’s tower and when I come back this madness better be over! Kill each other or reach a truce, I don’t fucking care!”

He left in a huff, muttering under his breath about idiot stalkers acting like kindergarten children, while Strelok and Scar watched him go with worry.

#

“Dude I think we broke Degtyarev,” Strelok whispered. It was highly unusual to see Degtyarev loose his cool like that.

Scar simply shrugged and went inside Yanov Station. Sometimes he could be the biggest jerk ever. Strelok followed him, mainly because he had nothing better to do.

The Station was oddly silent, like everyone had packed their things and vanished out of existence. Really, it was a bit creepy. There was no one in sight.

He explored beyond the main room and found the local doctor taking a nap in his chair. Furthermore there was some erratic radio static coming off from the closed room at the end of the corridor. Strelok breathed with more ease now that he knew everyone hadn’t mysteriously disappeared, killed by mutants or bandits. Phew, at first all this looked too much like an ambush set up for his liking.

However, while exploring he had lost sight of Scar. Great, now he had to go looking for the big guy! Where was the moron hiding?

#

The trader wasn't in his booth as usual, much to Scar's displeasure. Fuck, now what?

He went to see if someone knew where the man was, but he found no one. The technician's room was also empty save for the drunkard perpetually passed out on the chair in a corner. Duty's corner of the station looked like there hadn't been anyone there all day long. Strange.

Scar hadn't high hopes to find anyone on the basement, and yet there's where he found for the first time someone in this damned station. The stalker wore an SVU slung on his back and a curiously hermetic expression. Scar wasn't a betting man, yet he would bet his right arm the man was an ex-Monolithian. All the signs were there, didn’t he know it...

"What's going on here?"

The ex-Monolithian raised the PDA he was clutching in his hand. "I have no idea, just found this on the floor. It's Hawaiian's." Then he seemed to notice he had no idea of who was he talking with. "Who are you?"

"Scar."

"Strider."

Introductions made, they both nodded at the other. Scar got a couple of steps closer to look at the PDA in Strider’s hands.

"Any clue in there?"

Strider read the last message Hawaiian had seen and opened the audio file.

#

When he realized there was someone closing in on his position Vano thought it must be a bandit. Then he saw it was none other than Hawaiian. What the hell was he doing here? Not wanting Hawaiian to confuse him with a bandit like he’d done, Vano raised his hand and waved at the trader. The other man didn’t give any indications he’d seen him.

“Ey, Hawaiian! Where are you going?” He got closer to the distracted stalker and saw he was weaponless. Odd. And he still hadn’t looked at him not even once. “Hawaiian!”

The trader finally looked at him and Vano involuntarily took a step back. He had the eyes of a madman, and then he started mumbling a string of nonsense. Vano didn’t get anything of that, but he put on an uncertain smile and nodded amiably.

“Yeah, sure. Come, I’ll help you.” Vano slowly approached him and gently redirected the dazed stalker in the opposite direction. He needed help and they were going back to Yanov Station now. Hawaiian just looked gratefully at him and let himself be led like a dog.

Once on Yanov Station Vano dumped Hawaiian on Bonesetter’s lap, shook the doctor until he woke up and decided that now this was Bonesetter’s problem. He’d had enough listening to Hawaiian’s crazed ramblings, most of the time they were unintelligible, when the few things he understood he wished he could forget. He heard things he never wanted to know about the fellow stalker.

Since he was on the station again Vano decided to search for his missing torchlight. He was almost sure it must have rolled under his bunk. It better be there, he needed it...

“Hello Vano.”

The stalker jumped so high he almost touched the ceiling, his heart beating so fast like it was trying to tunnel its way out if his ribcage.

“Fuck! Strider, I didn’t see you. What are you doing here? ”

The ex-Monolithian was sprawled on Vano’s bed, staring vacantly at the top of the bunk. He didn’t answer to Vano’s question, who was still searching for his torchlight.

“Strider?” Vano insisted, confused by his friend’s silence.

“Do you know you have really pretty eyes?”

Vano stopped dead on his tracks. Had he imagined that? He slowly turned to look at Strider, who was now looking at him like a beast regarding his prey. Vano gulped, he had a really bad feeling about this.

“And you know what else?”

Vano was almost afraid to ask. “What?”

“I love it when you hug me tight and I can feel all your body pressed against mine.”

And with this surprising statement from Strider, Vano’s brain short circuited and went blank.

#

Strelok made his way to the basement’s stairs right when the double doors opened, so he only saw by the corner of his eye how two figures went to the side of the building where the doctor was. He classified it as unimportant, but it was nice to have more reinforcement to the idea that nothing weird –well, weirder than usual– was going on. He couldn’t shake the feeling there was something wrong.

He found Scar on the basement, alone and looking vacantly ahead. Strelok coughed to let him know he was there, and Scar turned around. He looked at Strelok like a man stranded in the desert would look at a glass of water. Strelok felt a shiver in his spine and the urge to run. “Okay, okay, calm down. Scar won’t harm me. Right?” Strelok mentally reasoned.

“Are you done doing whatever it was you were doing?” he asked Scar, injecting more confidence in his voice than he actually felt.

“Strelok,” Scar sounded oddly happy to see him. He even smiled at him! Altough that smile had too much teeth in it for Strelok’s liking.

“Yeah that’s me,” Strelok kept a façade of calm until Scar moved and he was suddenly trapping Strelok against the wall. All his instincts were screaming at him to run, but he was rooted to the spot.

“I was thinking about you. Wanna know why?” Strelok dumbly nodded once, not knowing what else to do. Scar leant into him and whispered something in his ear. Something downright filthy. Strelok opened his eyes like saucers and his poor brain gave up trying to make sense of the current situation.

“WHAT?! Have you lost your –”

He was interrupted by Scar pouncing on him, tasting his lips like they were candy and he was ravenous. Strelok reacted in the only way he could think of, kneeing Scar in the stomach and then running away at the speed of light while he was down.

#

In Rostok, General Voronin wasn’t having a good morning. Two of his men had disappeared god knows where, and nobody had any idea why. And later a loner threw himself on Petrenko’s arms, proclaiming his undying love for the spooked Colonel. And all this happened before it was even twelve o’clock! So he had shut himself in his quarters, obsessively reading the pile of reports, intent on forgetting the madness of this morning. He was distracted by the beeping of his PDA.

A message from Lukash. What did that twat want now? Receiving private messages from the enemy’s leader wasn’t exactly a common occurrence. Was he going to inform him their factions’ precarious stand-still was over?

13:17 – Lukash, Freedom.

I’ve been very, very naughty. You should come and punish me >:3

Thinking that perhaps his eyes had played a trick on him, he read the message again. But nope, it still was the same. What the fuck? He was dreaming, it was the only explanation for this. He’d fallen asleep reading the reports and this was some kind of twisted dream... Voronin pinched his arm and the sting felt real enough.  Shit.

The PDA beeped again and a new message appeared on the screen.

13:18 – Lukash, Freedom.

I’ll be waiting for you ;D

Worst of all, this message came with an attached image. Deciding to preserve his mental sanity, Voronin turned off the PDA. Never in his life did he want to think about this again, and most definitely he didn’t want to see what was in that image. The PDA beeped once again and Voronin threw it on the table like it burned his hand.

He got up and went in search of Petrenko. He had the feeling both of them would appreciate having a drink right now. Or a dozen. However many it took to forget Lukash’s message.

#

Degtyarev was done sorting through the stuff he had stashed on the old tower when he heard someone run up the stairs in a hurry. Although judging by the noise it could also have been a stampede of angry boars.

“DEGTYAAAAREV! HELP ME!”

Degtyarev went to the entrance of the room in time to see Strelok climbing up the stairs looking horrified.

“You have to help me Sasha! Hide me, don’t let anyone in, he’s gone crazy, he jumped me...”

Sensing his ramblings would go on and on unless he put an end to it, Degtyarev grabbed him by the shoulders.

“Strelok! Calm down and explain me what happened.” Degtyarev used his colonel voice, the same he used with the rookies and the effect was immediate.

“I was looking for Scar,” Strelok told him more calmed now. “And when I found him he jumped me.”

“Scar? Our big guy?” Degtyarev knew these two weren’t exactly friends, but he never imagined they would really attack each other.

Strelok snorted in exasperation. “How many Scars do you know? A dozen?”

“What do you exactly mean he jumped you?” Strelok’s flush darkened at Degtyarev’s question.

“He pounced on me like a beast, that’s what I mean! He was saying a lot of stupid things; that he wanted me, that he wanted to...”

And there was silence. Degtyarev waited for Strelok to continue. Strelok hoped Degtyarev would finish the sentence for him so he didn’t have to say it. Degtyarev looked at Strelok. Strelok looked back at him.

“Damn it! You know...” Strelok finally said. Degtyarev looked at him, definitely not getting it. “And if you don’t, then you have all your life to figure it out! Because I’m not staying alone and we’re not going anywhere until someone hunts him down.”

“You talk like he’s an animal.”

“Well he’s acting like one!”

Suddenly more footsteps were heard coming up the stairs. Strelok ducked behind Degtyarev. The tension in the atmosphere faded when they saw it was Vano, looking haggard like he’d seen something terrible.

“Oh thank God I found you Degtyarev!”

Why did he have the feeling he was going to hear another weird tale, just like with Strelok before? “Something the matter?”

“Something’s wrong with Strider,” Vano twisted his hands anxiously. “He’s saying weird things and acting... not like himself. I was able to run away but I think he’s after me.”

“He isn’t the only one acting strange,” Strelok piped up from behind Degtyarev, poking his head out when he noticed it wasn’t Scar after all.

“I know!” Vano nodded, still looking like a nervous wreck. “I had to accompany Hawaiian back to Yanov and he was also being weird. Weirder than usual I mean.”

During this exchange Degtyarev was silent, pondering about these series of events. Something smelled rotten in there. “I think whatever it is, it’s spreading.”

“But why?”

“And how?”

They both were looking expectantly at Degtyarev, who was still lost in his thoughts until he realised they were waiting for him to answer. Wow, no pressure, eh guys? “Why the fuck should I know it? What do you think I am, an oracle?”

Silence fell over them while they considered their possibilities.

“We could go to the Station,” Degtyarev suggested. However the other two stalkers were quick to shut down that idea, shaking their heads horrified at the notion of bumping into Strider or Scar again. “Alright. We can ask for help then?”

That idea had more success with Degtyarev’s companions. However, when he opened his PDA he saw the messages section was flooded with similar tales and pleas for help. Would you look at that, he’d been right, the madness was spreading.

#

Doctor Sakharov had been personally monitoring the message feed all day long. Thanks to his scatterbrained assistant, about half the stalkers in the Zone had lost their marbles. But now they knew why that audio was marked as a failed experiment. The good news was that the effects seemed to wear off after a couple of hours. Approximately.

“Is the situation getting better out there?” his assistant asked, guilt written over his face.

“Keep cleaning the tushkano’s cage, boy,” Sakharov told him. And then, as an afterthought, he warned him. “And never tell anyone of your mistake, unless you want to be hung by a mob of angry stalkers.”

The boy went pale as a ghost and nodded before getting back to work.

At least he hadn’t put the scientific team in danger, Sakharov reflected, not like when Semenov forgot to lock the bunker’s door and it was invaded by snorks. And with the proper cover up this incident would be remembered as just another mystery of the Zone.

Author’s note: these last two stories I’ve only posted here in tumblr, and I hope I haven’t scared off any of my new followers XD

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Top 10 Least Favorite Pokemon

Coming up with my 10 favorite Pokemon is a ridiculously difficult task. I love so many Pokemon and it’s very hard to feel satisfied with any of my ranking choices past top 3 (and even then that’s a difficult decision). Coming up with my 10 least favorite is also challenging, but for the opposite reason: There aren’t that many Pokemon that I dislike, let alone hate. But I figured that this would be the easier of the two to try, so I’m tackling this one first.

Right off the bat, dishonorable mention goes out to Darkrai. I hate sets that do nothing but Dark Void everything, but otherwise he’s actually kinda cool.

10. Beautifly

I don’t like Beautifly because of Dustox. Really, that’s it. I don’t hate Beautifly (in fact, I have very little opinion of it), but Beautifly makes the list because I think Dustox outclasses it in every way: more diverse movepool, better design, better typing IMO. I have fond memories of Dustox being the star of my team in my first Platinum run. Beautifly is just lame to me.

9. Mega Salamence and Mega Rayquaza

Yes, yes, this is a tie. I don’t like having ties on these sorts of lists unless the 2+ entries are related, but here, I feel it’s justified because both of these Pokemon make the list for the same reason: My horrible experiences dealing with them on Battle Spot (M-Ray primarily for ORAS, M-Sal primarily for SM). Unless I had a speedy Pokemon with a damn powerful Ice-type move on my hands, my chances of winning against these two were pretty much naught.

What saves Mega Rayquaza from landing higher on the list is because of a funny moment in a battle I had with my cousin. He had his Mega Rayquaza out and I had my Machamp. He used Fly (instead of Dragon Ascent, for some reason) and during the charge-up turn, Machamp used Ice Punch (keep in mind, he had No Guard), hit the Mega Rayquaza mid-flight and froze it right then and there. I had constructed that particular team specifically to combat Mega Rayquaza, so that felt really good to me.

Mega Salamence is saved because recently I’ve started bringing a Mega Metagross with Ice Punch to deal with it. It may be kind of below me to join them considering I couldn’t beat them, but I’ve begun to see quite a bit of Primal Groudons and Mega Mewtwo Ys, so I’ll need to figure out a way to deal with them.

tl;dr: Both seemed like uncompetitive messes when first introduced, but I’ve since learned to tame the beats. Doesn’t rid me of the sour tastes they’ve left behind, though.

8. Noivern

What can I really say about Noivern? He’s just...really forgettable to me. Seriously, I don’t think I even remember this thing existing until 2015. It’s an anomaly to me. I have two competitive Noiverns, one Choice Specs and one Assault Vest, and I have no clue how I got either of them. I think Noibat is a cute Pokemon, but I have no opinion on Noivern because most of the time I forget it even exists.

7. Palossand

Okay, now this shit list is going somewhere. All of the entries before hand are Pokemon that either I dislike or simply do not like. Palossand is the first entry that I truly hate.

Disclaimer: I do NOT hate it because it’s an inanimate object Pokemon. I happen to like most of the inanimate object Pokemon, and in Palossand’s case in particular, it’s justified because it’s a Ghost-type. What makes me despise this thing is because of this thing’s reception. From the moment it was revealed until now, I couldn’t wrap my mind around a fanbase that would bash Vanilluxe and Klingklang for being ice cream and cogs, respectively, would turn around and defend Palossand. I understand defending things like Exeggcute and Voltorb, because nostalgia gets in the way. Palossand seems to defy the “people hate change” mentality that literally everyone displays at one point or another.

Make a long story short, I hate Palossand because of the overwhelming support it got upon reveal despite other object Pokemon being subject to bashing to this day.

Also, it’s not called Sandghastle. What the fuck, English translation team?

6. Bronzor

Remember back in the day when Steel actually resisted Ghost and Dark? Boy am I glad that’s changed. Back in Platinum, this and its evolution Bronzong were abundant in trainer fight (I’m pretty sure Team Galactic had most of them). First of all, they are bulky as hell, so you need either a Fire-type or a Ground-type to hit them. Except, maybe not; these guys can have either Heatproof or Levitate as an ability, so they can either lessen the impact of one weakness or completely negate the other! Most of them will have had Levitate if I’m not mistaken, so your best bet was to use a Fire-type, but there weren’t that many Fire-types in DP (only Infernape and Rapidash. Infernape wasn’t a great option because it’s Fighting-type and Fighting’s weak to Psychic) and the roster didn’t get improved very much with Platinum (only Flareon, Magmortar and Houndoom--whom we’ll get to later--are added to the table). Bronzor is more of a pain in the ass than it ever deserves to be. The only reason Bronzong is saved from the shame is because I wasn’t forced to face as many.

5. Krookodile

You know, I can’t help but find it fitting that Dark is a very polarizing type. Either I love them or I hate them, there is no in-between. In this case, all but one of the following Pokemon on this list are Dark-type.

Krookodile is one of those Pokemon I like to refer to as “bitch Pokemon,” ones that poor spectacularly when they’re up against me, but at the same time completely fail when their on my side of the field. I tried to train a Sandile up in one of my fifth generation playthroughs and it just kept fainting and fainting over and over again. I did manage to get a couple of levels out of it, but never enough to get it to evolve. With that, I quickly boxed it, leaving it to live the rest of its days in the PC (until it was eventually nuked when I started a new file).

During that run and in quite a number of battles since, Krookodile has consistently given a hard time and left a sour taste in my mouth. One particularly salty moment was during that 5v6 Ubers battle I did. My Electivire landed an Ice Punch, brought it down to ~1/3 health, and got the freeze only for Krookodile to thaw out immediately after and OHKOed Electivire, rendering the freeze pointless. I did win that battle in the end, but I just never felt good about Krookodile.

It doesn’t help when I ran into AuSLove.TV on Wonder Trade and got a Shiny one from him.

4. Alolan Persian

I had high hopes for this thing. During my first run of Sun version (and my second run of SM overall), I trained up an Alolan Persian on my team. I expected it to be a speedy, physical attacker and so I tried training it up as such. Could you blame me? Regular Persian is a physical attacker and most of Alolan Persian’s level-up moveset is physical. Near the end of my run, my Persian was underperforming, so I did a quick check on Bulbapedia just so I could figure out what I’m working with. What I found disappointed me greatly.

First of all, Alolan Persian’s greatest stat aside from speed is Special Attack. Not helping that fact is that it only learns three special moves naturally, the only STAB move of which comes at LEVEL 69. Sure, it learns plenty of special moves by TM, but so does Bisharp, so that’s not a good argument.

Basically, I don’t like Alolan Persian because I was deceived by it. Fitting for a Dark-type to do, but its underperformance led it to be mid-40s while everyone else was climbing past early-50s. Once I caught Solgaleo, I quickly boxed Persian and haven’t used it since. I can forgive Alolan Persian for its silly design, but I can’t forgive it for how lackluster it really is.

3. Houndoom

Remember why I hated Krookodile? Most of that same reasoning applies here, except this guy was even closer to evolving. See, I found my first Houndour at either Lv. 23 or 24 in Platinum version. I thought it would be cool to train up, plus I could use a Fire-type for my team. When I went to train it, it fainted to literally everything. I’m not joking. Even when I moved out from the route where Geodudes and Gravelers were commonplace, Houndour still fainted to everything it didn’t resist. Wondering if were even worth it to keep trying with this guy, I ultimately boxed him. One Bulbapedia search later revealed that had I continued, Houndour would have evolved should I’ve leveled him up one time. Needless to say, I was pissed.

Eventually, I started playing HeartGold version. To make a very long story short, Houndoom is another “bitch Pokemon” and is the sole reason I’ve hated Elite Four Karen for a little while.

I haven’t seen this guy much in competitive at all (as in, no one I’ve faced since XY has used one), so all I can say about his Mega is that the design is a missed opportunity. They could have gone with the hellhound Ceberus, but no. They just gave him some armor. Like Beautifly before, that’s just really lame.

2. Mandibuzz

Back when I was big into collecting the cards, my cousin traded me his Mandibuzz card. A couple of days later, his dad (my uncle) calls my mom and she tells me that this cousin wants his Mandibuzz card back. I tried to tell her that we negotiated and I got this card fair and square, but she was having none of it and forced me to give the card back to my cousin for nothing in return. I was pretty pissed about this display of immaturity and have never been able to forget it. I’m not an avid collector anymore (and I never played the TCG to begin with), but Mandibuzz still occupies a bitter place in my heart.

Also this thing is a nightmare to face in competitive battling. I haven’t had much luck with it myself, but I haven’t performed so badly with it that I’d call it a “bitch Pokemon.”

1. Swellow

My hatred for this thing all stems from my first run of AlphaSapphire version. It was the fight against Winona. She led off with her Swellow, I’m pretty sure I led with my Bisharp (long story). The first few turns, she kept spamming Double Team over and over again so I could never hit it. I remember sitting there helpless because I had no way of raising my accuracy. All I could do is waste PP while this thing widdles away my HP with Aerial Ace of all things.

Let me say that again: Swellow got to +6 Evasion and began rubbing it in my face by now spamming a move that could never miss.

This ugly bastard wiped out my entire team at least once through sheer dumb luck and I had to over prepare just for this thing. I was able to beat it eventually, but that was just maniacal how difficult that was. On the bright side, I have not had a significant encounter with Swellow since that fateful day with Winona, but that one day left quite the nasty mark.