#i dead ass watched the entire dub of this show

[elegant-fleuret]

inspiration punched me in the gut from these post by @aliasrocket and the song HATEFUCK by Pussy Riot/Slayyyter

uh big DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT energy for this one, with dub-con/CNC, blood, violence, mean words, and no happy ending

19/06/2023: switched up some wording and added a bit more to make this a bit more palatable and consensual non-consent.

Title: Make Me Squirt Kerosene Rating: Explicit Pairing: Rocket Raccoon x Reader Summary: Worst kept secret on the Benatar was that you hated Rocket. Not to worry though, the feelings were mutual.

Worst kept secret on the Benatar was that you hated Rocket.

When he walked into the room your reaction was visceral if you weren’t outright ignoring his entire existence. Face puckering like you had just bitten into a lemon. Picking apart every point of his being you found grotesque, unnatural, ugly. From the metal cybernetics drilled into gnarled flesh that poked out from the collar of his jumpsuit to the shedding fur that covered him.

And that was only on the surface level.

Once you cracked the tip of the iceberg you found the inside parts of him disgusting as well. His voice, that annoying accent, was like nails in a blender and he never shut the fuck up. Acting like he was the smartest person in the entire galaxy with condescending comments and insults. As if the bionic implants in his brain weren’t the only reason he wasn’t just another trash eating animal on the streets.

Not to worry though, the feelings were mutual.

Only thing keeping Rocket from tossing your mooching ass out the airlock was Quill’s unwavering devotion he had towards you. Some bullshit ‘oh we trauma bonded with the Ravagers, we’re family’ reason. But Rocket could see the way Quill looked at you, when Gamora wasn’t around, eyefucking you every chance he got. So could you. Anger boiled under his skin every time you batted your eyelashes at Quill, asking him to ‘pretty please can we land on this planet’ or ‘I wish I had enough units to buy that’. Like the idiot he was Quill would think with his dick and bend to your every demand in hopes you showed him any sort of affection.

Which you did not. You used Quill, you used them all, for anything and everything, and no one else saw it. To the rest of them you were just so sweet, so kind and just oh so sensitive to all this fighting they did, you’re much to weak for that. Weaponized incompetence kept you lounging in the sitting room instead of doing the grunt work. But your huge tits and coquettish replies didn’t fool Rocket. No, he saw straight through your disguise. Saw you as the narcissistic user that you were. It made him sick.

Coincidentally that’s were he found you when he returned from the last mission. Rocket was tired, without the adrenaline rush from the fight to keep him going, the metal in his bones begging him to just collapse and relax. But he couldn’t. Not with you sprawled across the couch in the little sitting room.

It made anger flared inside Rocket’s chest, watching you play on one of Groot’s gamepads dressed in nothing but a nearly see through camisole nightie. Why the fuck did you get to lounge around, using up the teams hard earned units as if you deserved them for merely existing. His fingers curled into a fist as he stomped over to you.

Close now, close enough to smell the sickly sweet scent of whatever ridiculously hard to get Terran perfume you just had to have. It clung to your skin, permeating every room you entered with the saccharine aroma that made him gag. He stopped inches from your side, arms crossed, glaring down his snout at you, and cleared his throat. Obviously you knew he was there.

And yet you ignored him.

The blatant audacity you had in pretending he didn’t exist would be impressive if it didn’t go up his ass sideways. Not even a side-eye in his direction. The fur on his body began to stand on end, involuntary nerves constricting the hair follicles to make himself look intimidating as he readied himself for an attack.

“Finally decided to get out of bed today?” Acid burned his mouth as he spoke. Hoped it would be caustic enough to get you to move but all it earned him was an unimpressed pop of your tongue.

Without breaking your concentration on the game between your hands you hummed. “I don’t know, Rocket. Did you finally decide to not be a liability to everyone around you?”

There was barely any basis for the insult. Yes Rocket was hotheaded and went in with guns ablaze, but he had never made a decision that put the rest of the crew in harm’s way. Something he was very proud of, something he was always very conscious of. You knew that. You also knew that saying it would do damage to his delicate self worth.

At the bristling of Rocket’s fur you knew you landed a critical hit. Wonderful. He let out a strangled noise, something between a growl and a bark.

“Hmm, I’ll take that as a no,” you concluded flippantly hoping he would get the hint and fuck off. Distracted just enough you missed an enemy in the game and your character took a hit, depleting your last life. Shit, it had taken you almost two hours to get that far. Stupid fucking game with no stupid fucking save files. With a groan of annoyance you closed your eyes, head falling to the arm of the couch. “Can you fuck off and bother someone else?”

“What I want to do is fuck off,” Rocket was surprised he hadn’t started to foam at the mouth. At this point most of his blood had been replaced by rage. Rage that blinded his reasoning and made him grab your delicate ankles and heave them out of the way, “and sit on the fuckin’ couch I fuckin’ bought.”

To prove his point Rocket defiantly sat down on the now empty cushion. You gawked at the impermanence of his actions. Did he just touch you? How dare he touch you?! You pulled your legs up on the cushion separating you from him, unwilling to give up anymore space.

“Get off the couch,” you demanded.

Like you had just done Rocket disregarded your entire existence. Instead of leaving he settled back further into the couch as he propped his heavy boots onto the table. Crumbs of battle chipped off, leaving a scattered pile of filth on the table’s once clean surface.

Disgusting asshole. From the depth of your soul vitriol began to leak out. It seeped into every inch of your skin, into your nerves, into your brain.

“Get off the couch.”

Ignored you again as he faux-yawned, stretching his arms above his head. Much less of a poker face than you had you could see the smirk curling the sides of his mouth. Enjoying how much he was pissing you off. Which worked.

The last thread of patience you had snapped as you planted the soles of your feet against his body and kicked. “GET OFF OF THE FUCKING COUCH!”

But you weren’t strong. Not like him.

Before your knees even had a chance to straighten out Rocket had a grabbed you. His nails sliced into the thin skin on your ankles as he yanked them apart so they had no chance of kicking him. To keep it that way he positioned his body between the apex of your thighs, grounded you in place with the very apparent hard bulge of his clothed cock.

Taken off guard you gasped, high pitched and in pain, as he forced your legs open at an awkward angle. You struggled to make him let go, trying to jerk your ankles free. But he was stronger, so much stronger, and his iron clad hold only tightened.

“What are you doing?!” You glared at him, chest heaving at the fear that spiked in your stomach at the sudden realization of how weak you were. “Let me go.”

Adrenaline rushed back into his system. He saw it, he saw the fear flash across your widened eyes as you struggled with all your might. Saw you realize he could do whatever he wanted and you’d be powerless to stop him. It made him feel good. Finally realized who the fuck you were messing with.

“Naw. Don’t think I will.” Rocket sneered down at you. In your struggles the hem of you camisole had ridden up. Under the silken material a pair of equally silken panties barely covered you up. He took to opportunity to rut his hardon against the soft material with glee. “This is my fuckin’ home too. Who the fuck do you think you are, actin' like you own the entire ship? Think you can walk around dressed like a fuckin’ slut and everyone will fall to their knees? Talk about being a liability, all you do is suck the units out of us.”

The words pierced your carefully crafted wall of confidence. Cracks in the foundation bled a thick ichor of hatred that coated your tongue. “Fuck you, Rocket.”

“Yeah, well, that’s the least you could do, isn’t it?” Rocket eyed the way your tits moved with you labored breathing. Without a bra the camisole left nothing to the imagination. The hardened little peaks of your nipples under the fabric were on full display. His smirked turned into a leer at the realization. He chuckled, “That’s the smartest thing you’ve ever said. If you’re not gonna actually work with the team the least you could do was work your pussy on my cock.”

“Excuse me?” The suggestion caught you so off guard you froze.

But he wasn’t bluffing. Not with the way he eyed you. Like he was a hungry predator and you, the unaware prey that had fallen into his trap. And he was. He was a predator, he was an animal, and he was going to take what he wanted from you.

You tried to keep the terror at bay. Unsure if he could smell your fear and you didn’t want to give him that satisfaction. Truth be told the threat sent a shock of exhilaration straight to your cunt. Oh, that was new. But you wouldn’t go down without a fight. With as much hatred he sent your way you spat an accusation at him, “What’re you going to do, Rocket? Force me to fuck you?”

“Oh I don’t think I'll be forcing anything,” he called your own bluff. One moment he was tearing at the skin of you ankle and the next he had two knuckles shoved against the soaking wet center of your panties. Your own arousal was so apparent, even before he was knuckling your clit. Could smell it on you, beneath that nasty perfume, the undeniable stench of how wet you got every time you argued with him. Even a hardened criminal had a line he wasn't going to cross. Keeping his eyes locked on your, feeding your flames with his own accelerant, he had to clarify. "If that's how you really feel, I'll stop. I'll walk out of this room and leave this ship and we'll never see each other again."

Your mouth went dry. What was this? Was this always the end goal of the barbaric relationship, of all the jabs, of all the hurt. Trying to deny the fact you wanted to get railed by the furry little asshole this whole time. You twisted the wrist he had a grip on until your fingers wrapped around his own, gave him your best 'fuck me' eyes, and wordlessly shook your head in consent for the sadism to continue.

“I’ll scream,” you promised with a smile you couldn't stop.

But it did nothing to stop him. In fact, by the glimmering row of teeth peaking out from under his smirk, it egged him on. With a dark chuckle those clawed fingers hooked around the material of your panties. “Good.”

One flick of the wrist and they shredded like wet tissue paper.

It happened so fast. With as much strength you could muster up you clawed at his arm, thrashed in vain to free yourself.

Rocket just laughed. A callous laugh as he easily secured both of your wrist in one hand. The other hand dropped your bleeding ankle, which you planned to use to kick at him again. Before you had to the chance to even know what was going on he grabbed the front of your camisole, pulled your torso up off the couch, and slammed you back down.

Once.

Twice.

By the third time your head whacked against the armrest of the couch your were seeing stars of white hot pain. Only to be overshadowed by a sharp stinging that ran down your sternum. Tears blurred your vision as your thinking came to a frightening conclusion of events. You opened your eyelids to see the newly tattered remains of your camisole paired with four open cuts running down your chest pin pricked with blood. Fucking asshole.

Rocket, that sick fuck, was enjoying the pain he was inflicting. Without you noticing he had taken his cock out and was stroking it, smearing the blood that clung to his claws with his precum down the tip to the furry base.

To hide the pang of undeniable arousal you gagged at him. “Ew, ew, so gross! You put that little thing in my mouth and I’ll bite.”

“Fine with me, bitch, I have a better place to put it.”

No foreplay. No warning. He just impaled you on his cock.

A guttural, animalistic yowl from deep inside your soul tore out of your mouth. As you had always thought his cock was small, much smaller than what you usually deemed as worthy of a fuck. Wasn’t girthy either. But it was unnaturally hard, feeling more like a cheap plastic vibrator you’d bought as a teen and fucked yourself with before you found better quality.

“Ah-ah, you fucking loser. Your prick is so tiny I can barely feel it,” you lied. What he lacked in length and width and any resemblance to a human cock, he made up for by making direct contact with your g-stop. The spongey wall inside of you thrummed with agonizing pleasure with every abrupt thrust. And you’d be damned to let him know that. With a forced laugh you continued to taunt him, “I fuck myself better with my pinky finger.”

“Do you ever shut the fuck up?!” Fueled on by months of resentment Rocket rutted into you. He drank in the range of emotions flitting across your face. The fear. The anger. The pain. And that last one, the one you were trying to keep from him. Yeah, you didn’t deserve any pleasure.

His open palm connected with your cheek. Pain exploded in the sensitive flesh and you let out a yelp. No down time for you to recover as he landed another hit that had you cry out.

Ah, there it was. The heated hostility was back in your eyes. That’s what he wanted to see as he fucked you.

You seethed, skin of your face burning hot in pain. “I hate you.”

“Such a bad liar. Ya just hate that this ‘fuckin’ loser’ is making your cunt drip.” Rocket took major enjoyment as you glared at him while trying not to sob. His eyes dropped down to where his hips hammered into yours. Fuck, you were tight. Took actual effort to pull his cock out, pussy lips gripped tight around him and didn’t want to let go. Left a glistening coat of your pussy juice over his entire length. “How pathetic are you, huh? Can only get wet if someone is beatin' the shit out of you. What, did daddy not love you enough? Only show you attention when he hit you?”

The words hurt more than the skin he shredded on your chest. Finally the tears escaped from your eyes as you sobbed, “You sick piece of shit, I hate you, I hate you!”

He let the tip of his cock pop out. This was your chance. You writhed, attempting to close your knees even with him still between them. No protection was to be had, Rocket made sure of that. Wrist still caught in one his paws his other grabbed his cock. He swirled the swollen head through your abused lips. Pussy spread before him soiled by the mingled liquid of your arousal and his precum. He reveled in the aggravated groans you let out renewing your struggle of getting your arms free.

“If ya ask nicely maybe I’ll let you cum,” Rocket taunted.

A glob of spit hit him in the cheek in response.

He studied your face. The proud look of rebellion seemed out of place with your wet eyes and saliva dripping down your chin.

“Yeah,” he clicked his tongue, wiping his face with the back of his paw, “that’s what I figured.”

Once again the disparity between your strengths was on full display.

In only fluid motion he released your wrist, sunk his claws into the soft fat of your sides, and flipped you over. Your head felt dizzy at the sudden horizontal change. Quickly you reached out to grab the armrest of the couch for purchase to pull yourself away. Not quick enough. Sharp stabs of pain erupted all over your hips, your waist, as your body was manhandled into position. Back arched, ass pointed high to the sky. Pressure on your head pushed your face deep into the crevice of the couch cushions.

You rolled your head just enough to the side to see what was holding you down. Deeply offended you squealed out, “Get your nasty fucking foot off of me!”

“Get ya nasty foot off of me,” Rocket mocked your words, voice pitched high and grating. One foot planted on your head, the other steadying him in the sinking cushions, he adjusted his stance until he felt anchored.

When the flat of his palm made harsh contact with your asscheek you had to choke back a moan. “God, oh my god I hate you!”

By now the sharp pain of his claws cutting through your skin was familiar. He attacked your back, claws dragging down the length of your spine. Twenty, maybe thirty surface level cuts that trickled little trails of blood. Unable to see but you knew he was pumping his cock with his other hand as his curled fist hit your exposed hole with every stroke.

“What is wrong with you, you sadistic fu-AHK!” Your insult finished in a blood curdling scream.

Rocket smiled around the mouthful of flesh between his teeth. Sharp canines easily broke through the soft skin of your asscheeks. Jaw strength kept him locked on as you violently tried to jerk him off. Hot metallic blood oozed into his mouth. Bitter and salty, burning his taste buds like stinging nettles. Only when you gave up, body stilling except for the sobs that shook your body, he let go.

As if stating the obvious he cruelly explained, “Guardians of the galaxy have battle scars. Thought it was time for you to get ya first one.”

“You’re a sick fuck,” you choked out, throat hoarse from screaming. Spit mixed with tears to form a puddle on the cushion your face was pressed into.

“Yeah, well, your pussy is soaked.” His point was proven when he pinched your swollen pussylips together and thick sticky arousal pooled out. “Who’s the sick fuck now?”

One foot still stepping on your head, the other sinking into the cushion of the couch. A bastardization of piledriver position, he had your ass high in the air as his body face away, his cock straining against the upper wall of your pussy as it forced it in.

The uncomfortable pain was intentional. The excruciating rapture as he still hit your g-spot with each thrust was just a side effect.

He pulled his cock out, bullied it back in. Again, and again, and again until you were a shaking on the brink of an orgasm you didn’t want to have. As if Rocket was going to let you have one anyway. Just when you felt the hot coil in your loins ready to snap he pulled out entirely.

“Ok enough of that,” Rocket ignored your wails as he stepped off of you. This time your attempt to get away was weak at best. Easily he wrapped an arm around your stomach and flipped you to straddle him. With barely any effort he twisted your arms behind your back, making your back arch and hips hover low over his cock. “Alright then, get to work.”

“You want me to work?” There was a ringing inside your ears from the earlier slaps. Your brain felt dizzy from the pain, from the blood loss, from the broken orgasm. All it took was one look at his smug face and kerosene reignited the flame inside you. You steeled your swollen wet eyes into a glare, lips curled back in a sneer. “Do you honestly think you’re worthy enough for me to fuck you?”

Using only your hips you caught the tip of his dick between your pussylips. Swirled it against your hole letting the head just barely breach inside before pulling yourself off. For all the abuse he just put you through then demand that you fuck him? Yeah, no, if he wanted that he was going to have to beg for it himself.

“Stop messin’ around,” Rocket hissed out between clenched teeth. His eyes were locked on the space between your legs watching as you toyed with him. Not that he’d admit it but your pussy felt good, tight velvet walls the was taking his cock so well. It had been awhile since he fucked, and even then it had only been pleasure bots.

“So pathetic.” A roll of your hips and you let the hard head of his cock slip into you fully. Then… nothing. You stared down at Rocket, “How long have to been thinking about this? Jerking off to the thought of me riding your cock? Heh, keep dreaming. I will never want to fuck a disgusting freak of nature like you.”

The growl Rocket let out was primal, full of fury, as he savagely fucked his hatred into you. Your shoulders burned as he twisted your arms further back to keep you in place. Every thrust bounced your ass off his thighs before he forced you back down. With every drop he managed to drag your clit against the soiled pelvic fur in sync with his cock striking your g-spot.

A very much unintended build up to your own orgasm from the punishing pace he kept up. You bit the back cushion of the couch to stifle your moans. No way, no fucking way you were going to let the little cretin know you felt any sense of satisfaction from him.

A bomb of intensity exploded from your clit, sending shrapnel of you orgasm ricocheting off of every nerve. Try as you might to keep your moans sounding more like suffering whines it was your pussy that betrayed you. Your body tensed as Rocket, unrelenting, pounded you through your climax.

“Stop!” Fresh tears welled up in your eyes from the shame, from the pain, from the pleasure. “Stop it or I- I’ll tell Peter!”

“Fuckin' do it, bitch. Tell him how wet your pussy got when I fucked you. Tell him how you creamed all over my cock,” Rocket threatened. His hold on your wrist tightened and you were sure he was going to snap the bones. He smiled, wild and cruel, as he kept up his punishing pace, “See how much money he fuckin' throws at you then, you stupid whore.”

That was a checkmate. Quill, sweet Quill who thought himself as a ladies man, was your cash cow. Fine. Fine. If this was how Rocket wanted to play you’d stop using your crutch.

“Fuck, you would get off on this shit. They really scrambled your brain up when they cut into you?” The reaction was instant. Under you Rocket’s body froze. Good. “This the only way you can get your dick wet? By forcing yourself on someone. Ha! Yeah, like anyone in their right mind would want to fuck a failed experiment like you.”

Sloppy, chaotic slaps of wet fur on skin. You rolled your eyes. Just like a normal man to be utterly predictable. You took glee in mocking him, “Oh what, are you going to cum? Huh? You think you’re gonna cum?”

“Shut up,” Rocket mumbled trying to keep his concentration on snapping his hips up into yours. But he was. Totally was seconds away from blowing his load.

When he made no effort to pull out you gagged in disgust.“Don’t you even think of cumming in me, you fucking creep.”

“Shut up.” This time it came out as a pained growl. Seems like your voice was going to ruin his orgasm if you kept on talking. So you did.

“Ew, fucking ew. Don’t you dare get any of your nasty cum in my pussy. Gross little pervert,” you wheezed out a laugh when his pace slipped completely. Knowing that you held this control over the situation even as he physically overpowered you was exhilarating. You let out an ‘aw’ of fake sympathy, “Or maybe you can’t cum at all, hmm? What, did they neuter you too?”

The only thing more fucked up than that comment was the fact it made Rocket reach his peak.

Faster than you expected he lifted you off his cock and unceremoniously dropped you to the ground. His paw grabbed the hair at the crown of your head and twisted them. Your mouth opened in a pained scream. Without bothering to aim Rocket stroked himself until the coils in his stomach snapped.

Thick creamy ropes of his cum splatter haphazardly across your face. Viscous goo mixed with your snot and spit, unable to tell the difference just by the feel alone. It was warm, warmer than what you were used to, and smelt heavy of ammonia. One spurt hit your closed eye while another landed on your hairline.

It was humiliating and disgusting and you took every spurt of his seed until his cock went limp in his hand.

Finally finished Rocket opened his eyes to admire his work. And what a piece of work you were. Exposed chest heaving heavy with bits of your shredded nightie giving no illusion of dignity. Under the shiny coating of his cum your lips were swollen, the whites of your eyes reddened from tears. And yet even looking like the freshly fucked whore that you were there was still a fire of rebellion burning in your eyes as you stared right back at him.

He made sure to give you a hard shake to your head, made sure you hissed in pain and knew he was still in control, before he flung you carelessly into the couch. You hit with a soft thud, groaning in frustration as you tried to wipe your face clean with pieces of your torn clothes.

“Asshole. I really liked that outfit,” your throat felt raw and used, even if he didn’t fuck it.

Rocket rolled his eyes, tucking himself back into his jumpsuit as if he didn’t just savagely fuck you. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his datapad, pussyjuice coated fingers tapping across it with exaggerated movements. A familiar chime rang out when he was finished. “Shut up, bitch. Go buy yourself a new one.”

And with that he walked passed your still prone body laying naked on the sitting room floor. Smug motherfucker had his hands shoved back into his pockets and was whistling as he took his exit.

Curiosity getting the best of you, you reached over to grab your own datapad from where you had left it on the table. Your eye widened in a fucked up sense of pride at the numbers on the screen. “Damn right this pussy is worth five thousand units.”

[steve0discusses]

S5 Ep 40 Pt2: Time to Bother Bakura (In Kul Elna)

We have arrived in Kul Elna! And it looks like a bomb exploded on it. Which like...I dunno how the process of making the Millennium items works, the show gracefully cuts away at the inferred carnage, but it removed the roofs.

And then this blessed being shows up.

BLESSED BABIES.

Look at their eyes!

Their funny little open maws!

Obsessed.

(read more under the cut)

Down in a crypt where the Millennium items were forged, Bakura is vibing in the best way he knows how. If my brain weren’t so strewn with so much freakin long covid that turns it into moth balls and if I weren’t behind on everything in life, it would be fun to draw this situation. I mean look at this situation.

Like when this anime wants to get extra and weird, it gives it the full weird, and I appreciate that. This is not subtle at all, and that’s why I like it. Corny as hell. Extra aesthetic. Keep it up, this is the good stuff.

Pharaoh enters the tomb (or whatever the hell it is--not entirely sure what this underground Legend of Zelda temple was before it became the super haunted place where the items were made. Probably a cellar for storing that garlic they like to eat so much.) and the rest of his crew stays behind to fight oodles of skeletons.

The whiplash between silly skeleton fight and Pharaoh facing his demons down in the crypt was pretty funny.

This is probably some Dark Magician girl lore that I should know but I don’t. Like on a good day I don’t watch the card fights and so on an off day like today you bet your ass I have no memory of it.

Since it’s About Time Already, Bakura finally explains this guy who we saw waaaay back in Season 1.

As I was remarking with bro how there was symbolism to the puzzle being over the heart Bro said “and the ring is over the dick” and he also says he wishes to rescind his statement, but he’s not wrong I mean...look where it is.

But now we know, this big ol millennium stone was filled with dead people the whole time! There we go, that’s uh...that’s new information. Not like we haven’t had a bunch of items with dead people souls in it in this show, but this guy is like when you go to the gas station and they got like little chips and sandwiches you can buy--but then there’s the REALLY BIG PICKLE.

Which like I dunno if this is a universal thing, the big pickle, but at every single store there’s this massive pickle and you’re like “well that’s weird, but who is buying these???” and then you see one in your fridge and it’s “OMG is it my roommate?” and then you go to your friends house and the big pickle is there, and then you go to your mom’s house and big pickle is there. Everyone gets the big pickle. Everyone respects and understands the weird ass giant pickle but you.

That’s Yami and this tablet.

Forgive me if that makes zero sense but my long covid brain is convinced that was a good metaphor.

Anyway long story short, Yami is about to get chewed up by ghosts which...he’s a ghost already but don’t worry about it.

Bakura will try and redeem himself constantly with how he’s the last soul survivor of a dead civilization but when you think about it...everyone from Pharaoh’s era is dead by now so like preaching to the choir a bit.

Also, we get a glam up by Mahad, back in business, as the Dark Magician, in  a suit he cannot turn his head to the right or left in.

Every time I see Dark Magician man it’s like

I get that they’re committed to the hat at season 5, but like It’s a banana. It screams banana.

Y’all I haven’t touched this card game in like 5 months because of the LC and I gotta tell you: I already forgot every single one of the rules so I’m thankful this season that the card fights are kind of just normal ass fights.

PS if this is like the fault of my brain or the dub, like you can let me know but like...

...did Mahad in his banana suit really infer in this episode that it’s OK that Bakura’s town got supermurdered because they were criminals? Like, Mahad, that’s a bad tweet, you should delete it.

But then again, that is on point for how the justice system worked in 3000 BC.

Convinced that Pharaoh’s Dad died in order to free Pharaoh from the burden of All Those Dead People, he is ready to play cards and unite Egypt. hallucinate.

And then Guess who shows up, that’s right...the girl who once gave us a giant sword in a dream about an evil Aurora Borealis. It’s Dark Magician girl, who exists before I thought she should exist yet in the Yugioh timeline. But that’s OK, because she’s here now.

...man here I was thinking Mana would hella die and get turned into a card in order for Dark Magician Girl to exist--but if that doesn’t need to happen. They’re two seperate people. Like in the same way Yami and Yugi are two seperate people (that look very different although similar haircuts) Which like, sucks for Mahad because he super died--but great for Mana, I guess.

It makes you wonder like...does anyone else die then? Is there hope for Seto’s Soon to be Dead Wife?

None. None hope, that wife is super dead, but maybe?

haha absolutely not.

Anyway here’s my link to read these in chrono order. Lets hope the next episode comes out quicker than the last one. I do have a goal to finish this season by the end of the year -- I think we can do it, but we shall see how the long covid pans out.

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

[borreloadsavagedragon]

11, 16, and 20

oh god, I’ll do my best!!!

11. number of fandom-related words you've filtered

3! And they are all names for the same one ship bc this community loves to make new names out of nowhere for everything omg

I’ve mentioned this one in particular before vaguely in character ask games but I don’t wanna always bring it up, the tag and filtering system does all it has to for me and ygo is one of the few communities that actually does tag accordingly usually, Twitter is the raging exception but Twitter rewards witty captions versus tags and I love obstacle courses 

I’ve gotten vagued about and subtweeted enough for sharing the ships I do like, I’d hate to be someone who bashes something of value to someone else and make them feel insecure about their favorite things by subtweeting them because I do know many who do love the pair 

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

I had to think on this one bc the only things I could honest to god think of were a handful of ships and I really don’t wanna go that route dbshhsjs

I will literally read anything that isn’t like… too much into dead dove territory 

BUT

Some Fanon inside jokes can be annoying once they’re super overdone, ygo jokes I come across aren’t too bad outside of the TCG (ygo players reading jokes and draw good card memes are so bad, stop making them 733627472738 times) but like… even in our small franchise corner, some of them are overplayed

Like Yusei drank milk once and now his figure has to have a glass of milk, we did that

NSFW for literally ten seconds but

(also stop making the stereotypical rival characters into domineering or nasty tops, it’s weird)

20. part of canon you found tedious or boring

oh my god ok, here it is, the one question I can go full hater on

Ok so I LOVE protags usually, I'm rarely a protag hater, but I hate when shows go out of their way to make protags solve EVERYTHING even when it’s really not appropriately theirs, like shows that need to find reasons to keep protagonists in the episode or in the frame, or to remind us that it’s the protag’s world and the cast is just all living in it

Like it’s definitely my fault being so involved with Shonen shows that I don’t get to see the latter happen a lot since Shonen is like the BIGGEST offender of this trope but I still wanna complain!!!!!!

God I lowkey wanna talk abt Arc V for this but we’re just gonna… *brushes show off of desk into a lock drawer* 

That’s a can I cannot open

So let's talk Zexal II, aka the part where I get to talk about the worst duel in the entire franchise because I can’t even rewatch these episodes for my analysis without wanting to slap my computer shut, it makes me that angry 

Uh

Some Spoilers since I know you're still watching

😭😭😭

Like this comes from a place of someone who fights off Yuma hate in the TCG community regularly

But in my whole ass I feel like Heartland and Kaito’s duel is an actual disaster

It's also honestly a little bit of character assassination as a treat for no reason but we'll touch that in detail in the paper

And letting Yuma and Astral take this duel over is just an egregious slap in the face lmfao

Especially how the show chooses to handle Kaito passing out and everything following when he finally returns to consciousness that just makes him essentially a step up from background character

Yet people deadass have the nerve to say Kaito has the most favoritism, bitch where lol

Extremely unsatisfying to watch someone who's been an established threat for the ENTIRE show not be able to dismantle the last standing figure in their life who’s been a source of great pain to them and someone who has never dueled up until this point at that! And not only does he NOT get to take the dub, it's literally his second last duel in the entire show and while the last duel is INCREDIBLE, making this a moment of glory for the protags is weird!

Idk, I stand firmly that this part is unwatchable, just a very badly done way to backseat Kaito to shift the focus onto the original duo, and that in theory is cool, but there are so many better ways to do it

But shonen isn't shonen without some dramatic hero comeback

Shonen is such a love/hate relationship

[hoodlessmads]

Bloom Into You Dub

My thoughts under the cut (super long):

Yuu – pretty decent

I don’t dislike Tia Ballard’s actual voice for the character, and while at first I thought her delivery sounded kind of off, it’s growing on me. Tia’s version of Yuu feels like a slightly different interpretation of the character than the one in the manga and the one by the Japanese voice actress. She’s a little airier, a little more…emotional? Not my favorite version, but it’s interesting. And I’m okay with that.

Touko – really good

So I love Luci Christian, I think she’s a fabulous actress and I adore her performances as many of my favorite characters in other anime. When I heard she was the voice for Touko, I wasn’t sure how I felt about the actual casting itself? Like I don’t necessarily think her voice fits Touko. Not that it actively DOESN’T fit her, but I’m just really used to the Japanese voice actress. But at the very least I knew she would give a stellar performance, and I could be relieved about that! Especially for a character like Touko, her actress has to have such a wide emotional range to be able to pull off all the different scenes that she’s in, so on that level, there’s almost no better choice than Luci.

But WOW, I wasn’t expecting her to actually SOUND like Touko too. I don’t know how she did it, but she actually sounds like Touko. She pretty much nailed the character. ACTING, dude.

Sayaka – good

The more I listen to her, the more I’m starting to really like her. This actress has really been nailing a lot of her lines and I think her voice quite fits Sayaka after all. Okay, you’ve won me over, lady. Well done.

Maki – really good

Okay I like….REALLY like Maki’s English voice?? Like a lot. I’m genuinely surprised by how much I love this guy’s performance. Not only is the casting perfect, but some of his line deliveries are just spot on. The whole “sounds fake but okay” scene comes to mind. Well done, Sentai.

Doujima – love

I think this is the guy that plays Tanaka in the Haikyuu!! dub, which I hated (not because of him specifically). It’s funny because this guy’s voice is so distinct and it’s hard to get used to at first, but the more I hear it the more he actually hella grew on me. And you know what, his tenor and delivery really do suit Doujima once you get used to it. I enjoy him quite a bit. He’s one of my favorite English performances to be honest. Wait, there’s lesbians in this show?! FO SHO!

Koyomi – unfitting casting at first but she’s growing on me

At first I couldn’t even tell it was Koyomi speaking because the casting was THAT unexpected for me. Nothing against Brittany Karbowski, just like the choice of casting her as Koyomi, of all people, who should have a much softer voice. But the more I listen to her, the more I can get behind this interpretation I guess. She may not have the most Koyomi-sounding voice in the world, but her voice does have that slightly raspy quality that suits Koyomi nicely.

Akari – good

Riko – good

Miyako – good

Rei – she’s okay…sounds a little too old

Hiro - good

Extras – not great but fine

Is that everyone? Okay:

Script – NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Removing honorifics and changing how the characters refer to one another creates RELATIONSHIP-ALTERING DIFFERENCES that affect the story.

THE WHOLE GAG of an entire scene later is how Touko is embarrassed by Yuu calling her by her first name, which she never usually does. How are they going to adapt this? All the humor and emotion of the original scene will be lost!

The humor in Touko asking Yuu if it’s okay to call her by her first name in front of others and Yuu is like “I’m pretty sure you’ve already been saying it”, the angst when Sayaka hears it for the first time, the humor when Doujima is like, “My name is Suguru!” and Touko just brushes him off. All of it? Lost.

Yuu’s angst when she wants to call Touko, “Touko-senpai” but she can’t because she can’t cross that line into the greater intimacy that she longs for? LOST

It’s lost.

Having Yuu call her “Touko” left and right in the dub, for this character, at this point in the story, is WAY TOO INTIMATE. To the point that I’m like actually blushing every time it happens because it’s so embarrassing. Like can you imagine? Yuu? Calling her “Touko” like it’s nothing?? O///////////O. DOKI DOKI!!! WOW cultural context changes things y’all. And the thing is that there is NOT A SINGLE GOOD SUBSTITUTE FOR THIS that would make sense in English like they want it to. The script writers’ only real option is to keep the honorifics intact or it just won’t make sense.

What they actually ended up going with is this really unnecessarily complicated “nickname” thing that comes across as awkward.

Keeping honorifics intact in an English dub is not new or revolutionary. We have been using original honorifics in manga since the early 2000s with publishers like Del Rey and we have even been actually SAYING honorifics in English dubs since shows like Ouran High School Host Club, which pulled it off effortlessly back in like 2008. So I really do not understand why, in 2019, when anime fans are more familiar with Japanese culture than ever before, script writers still have this baffling and strange phobia of keeping these facets of Japanese culture intact for viewers. It’s funny because Luci Christian was even IN Ouran High School Host Club. She can be Honey-senpai but she can’t be Nanami-senpai? Like…why?

It takes 40 chapters of the manga, 7 volumes, after getting to know Touko and bonding with her and falling in love with her over the course of 8 months, for Yuu to finally get to the point of running to meet her, break down crying, and tell her she loves her over and over again. And do you know? What she calls her? In this incredibly intimate moment after months of build-up in their relationship?

SHE CALLS HER NANAMI-SENPAI.

“TOUKO” LET’S NOT JUMP THE GUN HERE

I legitimately find it BAFFLING why some English script writers don’t seem to think this is as important as it is? Like there’s a reason why whole scenes are built around this facet of the culture.

And if they are really so afraid of alienating English-speaking viewers that may not understand what a “senpai” is, then there are about a MILLION ways they could slip in a simple explanation, either through context in the dialogue or through…like, an honorifics card at the front of an episode. There are options. It’s not that difficult to understand. I promise. We were ALL there at one point, and I promise that it took us all approximately two literal seconds to grasp the concept of senpai = upperclassman. And like, we collectively as an audience, are aware that this is taking place in Japan, that these are Japanese high schoolers, which means that hearing them speaking English is by definition an abstraction of what they’re actually saying. We suspend our disbelief in this way already, and so adding Japanese honorifics back into an English-adapted script really isn’t a stretch at all.

Stop patronizing English-speaking audiences. It’s 2019.

The actual script - Changing the wording of certain lines like having Touko say “Kiss me” when she’s actually supposed to be saying “I want to kiss you.” This isn’t just simple semantics. In the context of this particular character, IT’S A BIG DEAL. Her whole thing is that she doesn’t want Yuu to love her or show affection towards her. At this point in the story, “kiss me” is something she would just NOT SAY.

Because like

Like

Later on, in the supply shed, that’s why Touko is like, “This time, I want you to kiss me.” Because she’s never said that before. That’s why it’s a big deal.

Guess it’s not a big deal anymore???

I

No.

NO.

Scenes and Specifics

“I’d rather die…than hear any of that again.” I actually really like this line in the dub!! Before it’s always been translated as something like, “I’d rather die than hear those words,” as in, she’d rather die than be told something like that in general. It’s powerful enough that way. But the dub version takes it a step farther: I’d rather die than hear that again. It’s not just a sentiment, it’s actually a warning. Don’t ever say that shit to me again, or else. LMAO it’s even darker this way. It makes it even more of a punch in the gut for Yuu to hear something like that. You’re gonna have a bad time, Yuu…

and of course Luci’s delivery is great.

“Dear/honey/darling/say my name but more sweetly” – Sigh…don’t even get me started.

This is just a nitpick, but I don’t really understand why they decided to have everyone call Hakozaki-sensei “Teach” instead of just “Riko.” It would make a lot more sense, even in the context of this awkward dub with all the name changes, for them to call her “Riko.” Calling your teacher by their first name in English is just as disrespectful as calling them “Teach,” and it’s a lot more natural-sounding. No one says “teach” in real life? No one. But students DO refer to their teachers by their first name behind their backs ALL the time. Since they’re going for such an English feel with this dub it would just make so much more sense to do the same with Riko. It’s just…another inexplicable script choice.

Update: Doujima later says, “I love you, Riko!” in a line that’s actually funny. Thank you!

I can only assume the reason for the lack of honorifics is because they wanted all the characters to refer to each other the way that people do in English-speaking countries, so Yuu calls Touko by her first name and so on. Because that’s how we talk here. But even then, the way they did this is completely inconsistent. Everyone calls Yuu by her first name instead of “Koito,” and Touko by her first name instead of “Nanami,” but everyone calls Maki and Doujima “Maki” and “Doujima” even though those are their last names. Why? Shouldn’t it be Seiji and Suguru, if you’re going for consistency here? Or flip it and go last names all the time, so it’s Koito and Nanami? It just doesn’t make any sense. What exactly determines the fact that everyone calls Maki and Doujima by their last names, but calls Yuu, Touko, and Sayaka by their first names? Isn’t it really just because those are the names the fandom knows them by, not because of any in-universe reason? You see how this script choice quickly falls apart at the seams?!!

Doujima about the play: “Oh wow, there are lesbians in this show?!” Lmao. How meta. I see what you did there, show…

The super intense scene where Touko rehearses her lines and everyone’s like “Woah.” – It was goooood.

So TL;DR: the voices themselves are great, or at least good. And worth watching. There’s some really enjoyable scenes in English. But all of it, for me, is outweighed by the problems I have with the adapted script. It’s so unfortunate because I genuinely like a lot of these English voices, and of course it’s fun to listen to this beloved show in my native language. But GOD, the whole “Touko” thing really kills it for me. Am I being overdramatic? I just think it drastically alters…the viewer’s interpretation of their relationship. Maybe for some people it’s not that big of a deal, like even without the honorifics and the intimate nature of referring to someone by their first name, even if we do away with all of that, some people can still make the adjustment and view their relationship the same way. But for me it’s hard to make that adjustment, especially when so many important scenes hinge upon the use of names. If I were going to show this to a friend, I’d probably steer them away from the dub just for that reason? I don’t know. R.I.P Nanami-senpai…

I’m Not Done Yet Actually

I just want to elaborate once again on why I think removing “senpai” is so bad.

I said before that the difference is relationship-altering, and it really is, to the point where in a series like this that is so hyper-focused on the relationship between its two main characters, it almost changes the story.

Yuu calling Touko “Nanami-senpai” isn’t just some minor arbitrary nickname…it actually creates an extra layer of distance between them. The senpai-kouhai relationship is an institutional one based on respect. By its very nature, it lacks the intimacy of, say, two friends in the same year. In the dub, this aspect of their relationship is entirely removed. There are a couple of references to Touko being Yuu’s upperclassmen, but it’s hardly given the kind of attention that it is in the other versions. Instead, Yuu just calls her “Touko,” because, for all intents and purposes, in the English dub they’re just…friends. That’s what it feels like to me. It feels like there’s no real difference in the public face of their friendship than, say, Yuu’s friendship with Koyomi or Akari. Just two gals being platonic friends (but not at all). But this isn’t quite accurate! Yuu isn’t just Touko’s friend. She’s Touko’s kouhai, which means that on some level she feels an obligation to defer to Touko with the respect that she is owed as her upperclassman, even in like Chapter 40. You can even hear it in the way that Yuu speaks to her, quite naturally, with a greater level of respect than she does to her friends in the same year. Not just in the tone of her voice, but in using a more polite form of speech. (To be honest, I wasn’t listening too closely to what form of speech she uses with her same-year friends, so this isn’t necessarily just a senpai thing. It could just be because Yuu is a polite person. But let’s say for the sake of my argument that it is a senpai thing.)

When Sayaka says, “She’s my best friend, and your upperclassman. What else would she be?” she’s really giving a nod to an important aspect of how Yuu and Touko’s façade relationship is maintained.

On some level, Yuu is able to be so doting and so deferent to Touko’s wishes without Touko catching on to her feelings because she’s performing the role of kouhai. She’s not only a kind and selfless person, she’s a diligent kouhai assisting her troublesome senpai. Supposedly. You get the idea. Do you—?? This is important?? (I mean, don’t get me wrong, I still think Touko’s a dumbass for not knowing, when it’s obvious that Yuu develops feelings for her, but it’s much more believable when you have that extra layer in the relationship that could weakly explain why Yuu wants to help her so much.)

And again, having Yuu refer to Touko as “Nanami-senpai,” and viewing her as Nanami-senpai, creates that extra layer of distance that further separates Yuu from the kind of intimacy she desires to have with Touko. I wouldn’t go so far as to call it a barrier, but it’s a layer. A layer that helps protect both of them, in fact, from things getting too intimate. This is delicate, subtle stuff that’s really hard to explain in words, but anyone who’s seen the Japanese version will know what I mean. That’s why there’s that scene in the donut shop where she wishes she could call her first name (still Touko-senpai, though). There is an important bridge between “Nanami-senpai,” Yuu’s upperclassman, and “Touko,” Yuu’s girlfriend/lover. The English dub version just makes the jump across that bridge without a thought.

Also, it’s kind of kinky? The upperclassman-underclassman thing in their relationship. It’s definitely a thing. Yuu knows it, you know she totally does. I don’t make the rules, okay.

TL;DR honorifics and names are really important, especially in this series. They shouldn’t have removed them. Watch the dub if you want, but also watch the sub and read the manga. Just to clarify, I really did enjoy the dub, even though the name changes are a deal-breaker for me. I don’t want it to seem like I’m just completely shitting on it because there’s a TON about it to like. A lot of the performances from the English voice actors were great and a lot of the lines in English were hilarious and/or awesome. The thing is that the Japanese voice track is ALSO incredible and has fabulous performances, but it doesn’t have that cultural barrier issue. So…while I’ll check out the dub for whatever comes next out of respect for the actors involved and their efforts, I’ll be mainly sticking with the sub for my own enjoyment. I tend to prefer Japanese voice tracks for anime that take place in Japan anyway, since that’s what the characters are actually speaking. It’s just a personal preference that helps me get immersed.

[hoaqins-funk-house]

Springtrap

Yandere

Male Reader

Part 1

Sitting in the black swivel chair, you spin once or twice before coming to a stop, grimacing at the feeling of sticky floors beneath your shoes. This place is brand new, how the hell are the floors sticky? 

Actually, on that note, how is everything so covered in dust?

Sighing, your mindless fidgeting comes to a stop as the phone, just as dinky as the walls around you, begins to ring. You pick it up but put it back on the table, eyes drifting to the laptop and swing-out tablet. When you flip the former open, you note the four buttons, each relating to something you would have to reset when it comes time to. The latter has cameras that are scattered around, including a separate tab for vents. There’s an option to block off vents, which sends a chill up your spine as you glance to the big ass one at your side.

You decide to block that one off for now.

Humming, you familiarize yourself with the layout of the place, deciding to ignore the shadows that crept through your vision.

Your unenthused eyes scan and take in everything. The replicas (you had seen the originals, and they were permanently stained with both the smell and color of pizza sauce and lawsuits) that were in and around the office, as well as the little bobbleheads that sat on your desk of the animatronics, which were, for some reason, human? You boop the one who you assume to be Freddy, hearing the familiar squeak. 

A small smile comes to your lips.

It was at this time that you realized you had completely ignored the man on the phone, but you couldn't really bring yourself to care. 

The little drawings that were put up were authentic; not just anyone could recreate what a child's mind spits out and decides to draw. 

That Freddy looks a bit fucked up.

The posters were cutely designed, and after getting the gist of what everything was and how everything works, you were on your phone the rest of the night.

When six strikes, you casually leave, giving the building a quick once over as you leave the doors, locking them behind you.

If every night is going to be like that, this is going to get boring.

-

He’s stuck.

This suit traps him like a rabid dog, eager to stay gripped onto his neck.

Still, things would be changing soon.

He can feel it.

He can feel it as a fresh breeze, the first in many years, hits his nostrils, sending a wave of euphoria through his system. The bloodied musk that hung in the dank room was not a pleasant one.

He can feel it as his body accepts this new host, more and more, until soon, quite soon, he will become one with his vessel. 

Just as the animatronics before him did.

He ponders. 

Why was he being freed from this prison of his own design?

Is he being taken somewhere?

…

Will there be a night guard to terrorize?

A grin takes to his broken lips as he ignores the pain and blood that comes from them. Oh, a night guard! Truly, that will be a sight!

He can't wait. 

For now, however, he must play dead.

My, that voice that shouts with excitement from behind him…

It sounds so familiar.

"Bring the truck around!" He calls. "I found one, a real one! It's got the rips, the weird colors, and what I am going to assume is pizza sauce! Ohohoh man, I hit the jackpot with this one! Fazbear's Fright needed something, and here it is!" 

His congratulatory tone made the man within the suit want to throw up. Finding him was nothing to be happy about; he is despicable, incapable of redemption, and an awful being. 

And you know what? 

That's just the way he likes it.

So to have someone happy to find him, especially for their own purposes?

He won't let it stand. 

Yeah, if this place has a nightguard, he'll kill them without mercy before burning the entire thing to the ground.

Might as well make it fun for himself.

As light peeks through, clearly originating from a flashlight, he feels his pupils shrink, resisting the urge to let out a groan as his weak eyes ache from their decades of being in the dark.

"Whoahoh! This one looks gnarly!" The same man as before speaks, probably referencing the organs and tendons that were showing. "C'mon, let's get it up!"

His grin only grows as two people lift him onto a dolly, beginning the move.

Goodbye, saferoom.

And hello, Fazbear's Fright.

-

Humming, you walk into the building, skimming over the decorations once more before noticing something.

The papers that had fallen onto the ground from before, they had dirt on them. Not surprising on its own, but when they were in the shape of tire tracks? 

You decide to follow them, using your memory of the cameras to guide you through the building, which was already rather linear anyway.

Entering the last area, you could see a rather dilapidated animatronic suit, with organs visible and its fur matted with blood. Real blood. The old Springbonnie suit was nearly green from how old and dirty it was.

Your eyebrows raise. "Is that guy just stupid or did he knowingly bring in a suit that has a dead body in it?"

Honestly, you didn't care. "Eh, whatever. It'll probably start moving when I start my shift… I've heard those rumors about the other locations." You turn, stretching, unaware of the eyes that followed you or the head that turned your way.

Damn, does he want to kill this one?

Well, he can think it over more soon. After the merge.

He grins again, feeling his uneven, gouged skin begin to flare with pain.

You exit the room fully, making your way back to the office with all the urgency of an ADHD-riddled person doing laundry.

Which is to say… not much.

You fall into the chair, cursing as the thin mesh cushion does nothing to protect your tailbone from the metal frame of the chair. The phone rings not a moment later, you picking it up and laying it on the table again, eager to ignore it just as you had done before. You stretch again, arms raising above your head as you begin to flip through cameras, finding the rabbit in the same spot it was in before. 

You yawn.

Hopefully it starts moving soon, or else the entire reason you took this job would be unfulfilled. 

You were bored, and you remembered this place from the times you had gone with your younger brother, who was now in his early twenties. You, however, were 28 years of age, with nothing better to do than 'investigate' the Fazbear's Fright that opened up. Still, if that rabbit has a corpse in it, it should make things more fun.

As you lazily flip through your cameras, you set it down and look to the side, seeing a rather dirty looking man with an eyepatch and fox ears. To his confusion, before he could lunge at you, you reach out and swipe a hand through his chest. You continue to swipe forwards and backwards, the incorporeal man stuck standing there until you leaned back.

"So, you're a ghost."

His mouth opens as if to retort, but he just gives up and leaps at you, you not even looking at him anymore. He closes his mouth halfway through the jump, and with an unsatisfied sigh, he disappears.

You continue flipping through the cameras, checking in on the rabbit a couple of times before shoving the tablet out of the way, opening the laptop to have it ready and sitting back in your chair.

You glance towards a shifting figure in front of the window, the hat and bear ears telling of who it is. He limps along, eventually falling beneath your view before seemingly phasing through the wall and leaping at you. You stare passively as he does so, him not completing the jump to instead stand in front of you, confused. 

For shits and giggles, you wave your hand through his chest once or twice.

"Why… aren't you… scared?" He croaks, voice ruined from years of no use.

"Oh, was I supposed to be scared?" You genuinely ask. "Uh, sorry. If you do it again I promise I'll hyperventilate."

"Don't try to… lessen your survival chances…"

"Okay. My bad." 

He sighs, and after annoyedly rubbing his face, he disappears.

You flip out your cameras once more, finding the screen obscured by static and a small error in the center. Lazily, you reset cams.

When your screen clears, you check the rabbit. He looks… strange. Like his body is evolving in front of your eyes. 

To be honest, you don't give enough of a shit to watch a potentially world-changing discovery if it looks that gross. You aren't paid enough to, anyway.

At this pay grade, you even coming into the damn building is volunteer work.

You check your phone for the time, seeing a cool time of one in the morning. 

"Aside from that science experiment gone wrong happening in the back room, it's still really damn boring."

However, it's still not boring enough to watch that transformation or whatever. That corpse (well, at this point, you kinda doubt it's dead) can do whatever the hell he wants with that suit. It's his body, not your business.

After another fifteen minutes of staring at a wall, you check the cameras to the sound of loud clicks and pops, now seeing a heavily scarred man with 1.5 rabbit ears in place of the suit. He takes one step out from his original spot, body heaving forward before he lifts himself up, looking up at the camera with a grin.

"Huh. That's new." You say, watching him jolt forward, continuing to take steps before relearning how to walk smoothly.

It only takes him a moment to rocket off.

"I doubt that's good." You mumble, beginning to flip through the cameras to follow him before playing a sound in the room behind him, making him pause. He turns, walking back with a confused expression.

Continuing to flip through cameras, you watch as the man, who you'll dub Rabbit Guy, wanders, seemingly having lost his focus. Hearing a sound to your left, you pay no heed to whoever it is, instead waggling your hand in what you would assume to be their torso.

"You're strange…" They say.

"Uh-huh. If you'd excuse me, I am currently working on keeping Rabbit Guy the hell away from me." Your voice is monotonous but sincere; you aren't trying to be sarcastic or mean, just trying to tell them the facts.

Glancing to the side, you see that it was a child, so you were waving your hand in his collar. "Oh, my bad. Does that… make you guys uncomfortable?" You ask, retracting your hand.

"No, we can't feel it." 

"Huh." You blandly respond, playing the sounds to lead Rabbit Guy back to where he started, before resetting sounds as you weren't able to play them anymore.

It seems like Rabbit Guy is getting progressively more and more annoyed at being led back, if his attempts to move fast enough to avoid the sounds or block out his ears meant anything. 

His body was responding to the sounds, not him.

It was then that he disappeared, so you check vents, finding him in one that led directly to the room beside your office.

You block it off, much to his annoyance, before yawning and sitting back as any thumps you hear from inside the vents come to a stop. 

You find him standing in the room where he had entered the vent, irritated as he glares at the camera. Preemptively, you reset all, thankfully right as cams and sound go out. 

Sighing, you lazily check through cameras, brows slightly furrowing as you look for him. He was completely gone, not in vents or in rooms. It really is unfortunate how many blind spots and shadowed areas there are.

When you hear the thumping of the vents, you search through them, only finding a stupid knick-knack laying on its side halfway in your sight.

Looking to your side, you peek into the vent, leaning down to see if anything was there. Your gaze meets Rabbit Guy's. 

"Shit." You say, quickly switching cams over to this one and holding down the seal button. 

Your eyes shift back to him, finding him way too close for comfort. As you lift your finger to let the gate close on the vent, the man (who was crouch walking) catches it, forcing it back up. You hear something grind that definitely shouldn't be grinding, and you have a feeling that that vent cover just might be broken.

Getting out of the vent, he stands over you, waiting for some sort of plea or… literally any response at all.

"So, you, uh… come here often?" You ask, leaving him genuinely at a loss. 

"Wh- was that a pickup line?" His rough, baritone voice catches you slightly off-guard. 

You weren't expecting something that was pretty much a zombie to have such a good voice, or a slight british accent for that matter. "Was it? Shit, more people've flirted with me than I thought."

"Really? That's all you can come up with before your death? I'd hate for those to be your final words." He lightly teases, leaning against the wall with a mean grin. 

You look up at the ceiling with a vague smile, his eyes widening momentarily. "To be honest, of any place to die, I'd much rather have it be in a place where I know I'll reach the front pages than in some random alley."

His grin falls into a frown as he watches you turn to him, the smile still on your face. It feels strange.

He feels strange. 

Why does a random night guard make him feel so…

So… comfortable?

You were calm, collected, not making any sudden moves or even attempting to exit the chair. Theoretically, the perfect prey, but not a satisfying kill. 

If he even wants to kill you, that is.

“What’s your name?” He asks, watching as you spin to face him in your chair. You would be taller if you stood, but he would still have a few inches on you.

“Y/N. You?” 

“I’m… William. Or, rather, I was, when I was well and truly human.”

“And now?” You ask.

“I don’t exactly have a name.”

“Can I still call you William, then? Well, if I live long enough to do so?” You ask, eyes moving up to meet his. Looking up at him like that… He wishes the hot feeling in the pit of his stomach would go away.

“...Fine.”

“I mean… are you going to kill me?” You ask, face not shifting as he glares down at you. 

“I won’t kill you on the first night, you need to give me more entertainment.” At least, that’s what he told himself.

“Oh, so we’re both here for the same reason.” You blankly say, his face contorting from a glare to confusion once more.

“You’re here… for entertainment?” He slowly asks, answered by your nod.

“I’m certainly not here for the pay. This place gives like half of minimum wage but I can’t complain about it because the other part is supposed to come from tips. Somehow.”

“How do you even live?” 

“Well, right now I’m on an paid leave due to some unfortunate deaths in my family. To be honest, I never really cared for any of them, but hey. I’ll take any chance for a break I can. Then I got bored.”

He huffs out a laugh. “So you went to another job on your break?”

“Listen, getting a month off leaves a man with little to do when capitalism has left me with no hobbies. Besides, this gives me a great excuse to continue avoiding people.”

His lips curl into an amused grin as he leans forward, lowering his head to be eye level with yours. "Well, you won't be avoiding me." He practically purrs, you averting your eyes at the tone he uses. 

Why would he say it like that?! 

His golden eyes follow you as you close the laptop's screen, enjoying your reaction. You…

He'll keep you around. 

You're entertaining and friendly. Open, and… warm.

He wonders. 

You're human, and fully alive. He's a revived corpse who merged with his vessel. You probably are very warm compared to him.

When he comes back to his senses, he notices you slowly raising out of your seat, hand outstretched towards him. 

Well, might as well take the chance.

He grabs your wrist, looking down at you unimpressed. You quietly huff, falling back into your chair and forcing him to move away from the wall in order to not dislocate your wrist.

Well, his hypothesis is correct. You are very warm. 

He feels the tightening in his gut, not wanting to let go but knowing that he will have to.

You, however, don't actually care either way. You begin your attempt again, this time with your left hand. Slowly raising out of your seat, you actually manage to stand fully up before he notices again, grabbing your other wrist. 

"What are you even trying to do?" He asks, a light sneer on his lips.

"Well... uh, I was trying to… boop your nose? If you're bonded with one of the original suits, then I figured either you or Fredbear would have the sound effect."

He lets out a few short laughs, his sneer replaced with the same amused grin as before.

"I'm afraid neither of us have the sound effect. That only came about with the second and third generations of animatronics."

You hum, interested.

His eyes quickly scan over you, taking in your form. This position, practically holding you hostage… Needless to say, he didn't dislike it.

Still, he releases you as he catches you glancing at what he assumes to be a phone. Things have advanced quite far since he was trapped. 

You turn it on quickly, checking the time. “Well, we have around an hour and a half before my shift ends, so…” Pausing, you check the time again. An hour and a half?

He steps closer, you glancing back up at him before leaning back as he leans forward, looming over you. “Tomorrow, you best make this more fun for me. I’ll greet you, but then I’ll head to the back. Try and stop me from getting in.”

“Uh, sure. Are you still planning on making the punishment for loss, uh, death?”

His eyes narrow in coordination with a widening grin. “That’s for me to know. You either figure it out, or you don’t. It all depends how well you play.” His gruff voice slightly echoes in the mostly empty building, you nodding in response. 

“Oh, cool. Can I tell my brother about you?” You ask suddenly, him quirking a brow as he stares down at you, easily at least half a foot taller than you. He was always tall, but now that he’s in this new form, he grew to be somewhere from 6’6 to 6’8. You sit down once more, exacerbating the height difference.

“Feel free to. Just know that if he ever comes around here, he won’t be alive for very long.”

“I doubt he will. He’s always preferred Foxy the most because he has taste, but-”

“Taste? For liking that liability-strewn fox? You like him as well?”

“To be honest, I never really liked any of them more than the other. I was in my emo phase when I went to see them, so it was practically illegal for me to like anything. But Foxy had sharp teeth and a wicked lookin’ hook, so… I guess I did.”

He hums, clearly slightly annoyed.

“Are you jealous that I liked the fox more than the rabbit that isn’t even the same generation as you?”

“I really should kill you.” His irritated expression shows the truth to your statement.

“It’s okay, I’m willing to call Springbonnie my favorite.”

Now, William was confused. Your tone… you weren’t joking. You were being genuine about something as stupid as this? What is with you?

“You’re very confusing. I think you joke, and then I listen to your tone and you’re genuine. But still, I wouldn’t mind if you did so.”

“It’s not nearly as confusing as how time passes in this place. It’s been like ten minutes since I met you but the clock says like three or four hours have passed.”

“What? Really?” His brows furrow as he steps closer, finding another excuse to close the distance between you both as he leans over the chair, seeing you pointing to the screen. “How strange…”

“Yeah. It doesn’t seem like tomorrow’s hunt will last for six hours, then. Thankfully.” You sigh.

“What, do you not want to feel like my prey for six hours straight?” He grins, leaning over further until his arm rests on your shoulder.

You shiver. “Why do you have to say it like that?”

“Because it makes you react, obviously. It’s entertaining to watch you squirm from something as simple as... the tone of my voice.” Of course, in order to prove his point, he does exactly what he did before, lowering his voice a few pitches and upping the growliness of it.

In covering your eyes, you also cover your cheeks, which have gained a slight flush. “William, I am begging you. Please, please, please, stop talking like that.”

And, naturally progressing, he was left somewhat stunned by the sound of your pleading tone. There’s just something about it, especially as you say his name, that makes him want to…

...makes him want to chase, and capture, and possess forever.

You as his prized prey, and him as the hunter.

“I’ll use it when necessary.” He vaguely answers, watching your head droop.

“I’ll take what I can get.” You concede breathily. 

He chuckles, hearing the chime of a bell, signifying 6 in the morning. "Well, I suppose I'll see you tomorrow, then. Don't keep me waiting."

"Asshole. I won't." You turn your head away from him, hiding the flush on your face, and stand up, stretching. "See ya, William."

He hums, eyes tracing your form as you stretch. It was a nice view, watching the button up shirt crease around your back as you stretch, clearly hinting at the muscle beneath. His eyes did drift lower once or twice, and that's how he figures out that damn, you have a really nice ass!

You begin to walk out, and he follows you with his eyes, watching you turn past the replica Freddy husk and unlock the door, exiting into the fresh morning. His eyelids droop, gaze slipping up as his lips curl into a wide grin.

“Y/N… I won’t kill you. Especially not when I’m presented with such an ample opportunity to make this into something so entertaining.” 

Well…

Is that the only reason?

Of course, he knows it isn’t.

His grin falls, leaving him coldly leering at the aged panels above him before his sight shifts back to the room around him. As he exits the office, he glances at the stained and shaded glass of the door, not allowing much, if any, light in. He turns away, heading back to where he was originally.

As he walks, he lets his form shift, feeling his body grow to his previous monster rabbit self, the creaks of his metal joints loud in the silent building. 

He ignores any shadows that creep in the edges of his vision, the specters traversing without sound. 

“This is going to be… boring.” His voice, far rougher than before, comes out unfeeling and croaky. As he returns to his previous position, slouching over once more, he decides to use his old tactic to pass time; inflicting enough pain on himself to fall unconscious. It doesn’t matter if his dreams are infested with darkness, nor how much he suffers in them. 

It was better than the boredom of sitting in one position with an unchanging environment.

He begins forcing his muscles to flex and strain within the suit and pull against the beams they have welded to, making him grit his teeth before the searing pain fades away, along with his vision.

Goodnight, Y/N.

-

“Yo.” You greet your brother, the man tiredly yawning as he ruffles his hair.

“Heya, Y/N. What’re you up so early for?” 

“Well, I got bored and got a night shift job at this dinky little horror attraction opening up next week. I decided to tell you about what happened there before I head off to sleep.”

“You got bored during a break from your job so you… got another job?”

“Y’know, William said the same thing.” You say, your brother narrowing his eyes at you.

“A coworker?” He asks. 

“Eh, not quite… he is the reason I stayed up to talk to you, though.”

He hums, walking around the couch you were splayed on with your shirt half unbuttoned. 

“So, to begin my tale, you remember Freddy’s? The pizzeria with the animatronics?” You question.

“Yeah?”

“Well the horror place I went to is based off of that; it’s filled with replicas and a few actual things from the pizzerias of the past, but something came in tonight that was… different.”

“Which was?”

“An animatronic. One of the originals, Springbonnie. Granted, the suit was ripped to shit and covered in enough dirt to be green, but it was authentic. It even has the dead body! Well - not so dead body, but still visible.”

“Did you call the cops?” He asks, worried.

“Hell no! I’m not paid enough to give a shit about what could-or-could-not-be a dead body. Either way, he transformed into a human, which was rather odd, but-”

“Just to be clear, this rabbit had a dead body inside and transformed into a human, and you don’t question it?”

“No. Continuing on, he got into my office and then we talked for a bit, I learned that his name is William, time passed really weirdly, and then we struck a deal where I have to keep him out of my office or I'll maybe die.”

“You’re still going back there?! And ‘maybe die?!’”

“Yeah, he said the knowledge about whether or not I die from losing the hunt was ‘for him to know.’ I didn’t question it further.” 

“You know, Y/N, sometimes it feels like I’m the older sibling. You’re fucking stupid.”

“I’m well aware.”

He leans over the couch, glaring down at you. “Then wisen up and quit that damn job.”

“I’m good. William is good company.”

“He threatened to kill you!”

“And? He hasn’t. Yet.”

“You infuriate me, gayboy.” He says, stepping away from the couch.

“Cool. I’ll sleep here for now, when you get back from work I’ll definitely be up.”

“Whatever.” He waves his hand at you, ignoring the middle finger pointing his direction from behind the couch’s back.

---

Part 2

also a lot of the stuff i write from now on may be male reader inserts lol

heres my springtrap design

here's the updated design lol

[comradekatara]

would you care to speak about what would happen if azula, mai, katara, ty lee, suki, yue and toph landed on yellowjackets mountain

to celebrate the season finale, here’s how I think it would go if the atla girls got stranded on yellowjackets mountain for 19 months (spoilers for yj s1 below the cut):

the night before nationals, azula and katara get into a fight at a party. katara accuses azula of breaking that girl’s leg on purpose during practice that day, and even though it really was, azula doesn’t do anything to deny that it was an accident. the entire team gets involved, until suki calls them off, and makes them all line up and say one nice true thing about the other. it’s cheesy, but it works.

either mai or azula’s dad paid for the plane (the PJ, as roman roy would call it). it’s the closest thing to parenting their neglectful rich asses are ever gonna get.

they’re the only survivors from the plane crash, but their coach and the other girls from the team were there too. they hold them all a funeral, and take turns delivering eulogies. they find a lake and an abandoned cabin in the woods, and use it for shelter and for supplies.

suki is team captain, and she’s still in charge in the wilderness. she doesn’t just know how to inspire the girls both on and off the field, but she knows how to forage, how to hunt, and how to take charge in emergencies. they all follow her lead, and despite their grief and fear, they could definitely be doing worse.

mai, who made the immediate decision to pull ty lee from the wreckage instead of suki, feels horribly guilty about this fact because she knows that they would all be dead without her, but also can’t bring herself to regret it.

azula and mai both realize that their meds are gonna run out soon, so they try to wean themselves off them slowly, lowering their doses from once every two days, then every three days, then every four, then every five, until soon enough they’ve both run out of pills, both feeling angry and suicidal. yue notices and helps them through their spiral, and even katara puts aside her lowkey beef with mai and highkey beef with azula to give them support.

meanwhile, ty lee and toph are trying to make sure that suki doesn’t have a nervous breakdown from being the sole one doing literally everything to keep them safe and secure. she hasn’t told anyone this, but she’s started having.....visions. at first she chalks it up to stress, but eventually she truly feels that it’s the woods trying to communicate with her. yue tells her that she can feel it, too.

katara claims that they should head south, look for someone, anyone who can help them. suki argues that it’s safer to stay put in the cabin; they have no clue where they are, but they have supplies and shelter here, and there are bears and wolves in the woods. toph agrees with katara, and mai and ty lee join her too. it’s a short-lived expedition. katara is supposed to be keeping watch, but she wakes up in a tree, unsure of how she got there. by the time she gets back, wolves have mauled ty lee’s face. she’s alive, but barely.

to lighten spirits, suki suggests they throw what yue dubs a “doomcoming.” they all dress up and drink fermented berry juice in the woods. they take turns singing their favorite songs a capella (while they already knew that katara has a beautiful voice because she shows it off constantly, they’re more shocked to learn that mai does too. suki’s singing is especially terrible, but it makes them laugh).

mai pulls ty lee in for a kiss in front of everyone. they all cheer, except for azula. she runs off into the woods the first chance she gets, wondering why she’s suddenly overcome with the urge to murder her best friend. mai and ty lee, pretending not to notice, go the opposite direction that night, to have transcendent sex on the forest floor. the rest of them dance around the woods, getting drunker and drunker until they all collapse.

they wake up the next morning disoriented and starving. they all make their way back to the cabin, except for toph. they realize that they left her in the woods by herself, and she must obviously be lost. they decide to go to look for her, but before they can, a bear approaches them. they all are about to run inside until yue takes suki’s knife and approaches the bear slowly, somehow subduing it, as if by magic, before stabbing it sharply in the neck. they eat well that day.

katara and mai, who have gone searching for toph, come back empty handed. meanwhile azula and ty lee get in a devastating fight in which they expose each other’s deepest insecurities, at which point azula decides that she’d rather sleep outside, and since she kind of scares and/or annoys everyone, no one tries to stop her. the only person who would have is toph, but who knows where she could’ve gone.

she keeps insisting that everyone needs to leave her alone anyway, and no amount of gentle coaxing can persuade her, especially not from mai, who insists that azula is being an idiot. azula hates mai; all of this is her fault, anyway, so what does she care. mai’s just like “girl wtf are u even talking about.” katara asks suki or yue to go try to get azula to come back inside, since it’s clear that she’s making no progress with her (they’ve gotten to a better place since the crash, but katara’s presence is only making azula furious now), but suki and yue are both like “no it’s okay. the forest will know what to do with her.” it’s only been less than a day and katara already misses toph so much.

azula attempts to light a fire outside, screaming as she hits two pieces of flint together desperately.

and then it begins to snow.

[no-droids]

The Sun on Both Sides

Summary: Cassian Andor is your very close companion.  He says best friend, you say pain in your ass—neither one of you are entirely wrong.  But then one night you smoke some unfamiliar spice with him, and everything you once thought you knew goes sideways.

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Cassian Andor/fem!Reader

Word Count: 11.2K

Warnings: SMUT, sex pollen (therefore DUB-CON by default), recreational drug use, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, dirty talk, oral sex (both male and female receiving), penetrative sex, me just making so much shit up honestly

A/N: All phrases in Festan are taken from other Star Wars conlangs.  I don’t even know if that’s the name of the language people from Fest speak tbh.  Probably not.  None of this is real.  Anyways this is Cassian as a young rebel pilot long before the events of Rogue One.  This oneshot will likely be deemed obsolete by Cassian’s new Disney+ show but whoooooooops~

—knock knock knock knock knock—

You know that knock.  It’s too quick, too rapid and annoying to be anyone else.

“I’m sleeping,” you huff with your mouth full, sitting on top of your mattress in a hoodie and sweatpants, legs crossed.

“I have gifts,” Cassian’s muffled voice asserts from the other side of the door.

“I don’t care,” you return, swallowing and shoveling more slop together with your tiny little biodegradable spork.  “S’the middle of the night.”

—knock knock knock knock knock—

“Stop it.”

“Knock knock,” he beckons vocally, as if you didn’t hear it the first ten times.  “Come, open the door.  Please—I will get into trouble.”

It’s exhausting being Cassian’s friend.  Truly exhausting.  It doesn’t matter what Maker-forsaken time it is, as soon as he comes back to base from patrols, he’s at your door.  You don’t know why he chose you as his sole victim to personally inflict this torture upon, but regardless of reason, he’s called you his close friend ever since you first offered to help the lanky, dark-haired six year old with his Basic and his best friend ever since your junior year of flight training.  Apparently with the promotion came the lingering, severe misfortune of his present company, almost always.

“Can I put in for a transfer?”  He also technically outranks you.

“Open the door and we will talk,” Cassian bargains.  Bantha shit, you and him both know it.  He’ll rip the papers in half before you can even finish filling them out.

You let out a dramatic groan just loud enough for him to hear, dragging yourself off the bed and padding over to the door.  “If I accept your gift, will you leave?”

“Maybe.”  No.

“If I accept your gift and trade it for the rest of this, uh,” you look at the MRE packet in your hands, “rice and shredded tauntaun meat in glockaw sauce, will you leave?”

“Maybe.”  No.

“Good call, not as great as it sounds.  What if I—”

He says your name impatiently, accented and sharp.  You roll your eyes as his knuckles rap on the door once more.  “Quickly, quickly—before someone sees.”

“It’s the residential quarters and it’s two in the fucking morning, Cass, nobody’s going t—”

He cuts you off once more.  “Open the door and I will submit for your transfer work, yes?”

You throw your spork prong-down into the beige pouch in your hands and pop your hip, narrowing your eyebrows at the thick slab of metal separating the two of you skeptically.  “No, you won’t.”

“No, I will not,” the voice behind it concedes immediately.  “But for you, I will pretend.”

As soon as you the door slides open and disappears up into the ceiling with a quiet shhhft sound, his dark silhouette quickly slips past you and sneaks into your room, immediately bouncing his bony little butt down on top of your sizable but thin box-spring mattress without a word.  You press the button to close the door behind him with a long, drawn out sigh, turning around and resting your back against the wall panel.

Cassian meets your tired, expectant gaze head-on and wide awake, perched on your bed and huddled around something hidden in his thick jacket.  “First.  You cannot tell anyone.  Understand?”

You raise an eyebrow at him, unimpressed.  “Are we children, Cass?”

“Secondly.”  He blinks up at you.  Maker, his eyes are so… wide.  Dark and warm and bright, framed with thick, long lashes.  “If you do not want it, just say.  Okay?”

Your expression suddenly narrows.  This is new.  It’s… still bantha shit, but it’s… new.  New bantha shit.

“Because the word ‘no’ holds so much meaning for you,” you tilt your head to gesture at the door to your right, “clearly.”

“Come.  Sit here,” he ignores you, patting the space next to him as if that isn’t your own fucking bed he’s inviting you to join him on.  “We will look together.”

“I will literally murder you,” you tell him genuinely, though you push off the wall to move toward him all the same.  “If that’s not a cute little mini-lothcat in your arms you got me for my birthday, Andor, I will literally murder you.”

“Today is your birthday?”  He glances up at you in surprise just as you’re lowering yourself down onto the mattress next to him.

“Two weeks ago, but you were off-base.”  You dig around inside the pouch for your handy little spork, not looking at him.  “Quit avoiding the subject, my death threat still stands.  Where’s my cat, asshole?  Who do I have to tolerate in my bed this late at night to push that kind of paperwor—oof—”

The second you catch the hard little end piece of it between your fingers is the second he reaches around you and pulls you into a tight, one-armed hug.  You fumble with the packet of food as you’re abruptly jerked forward, trying not to let it get squished it between you.

Stars, he smells good.  His parka smells just like him, the fur lining its hood so warm and fluffy and soft as it tickles your nose.  It’s still slightly damp from the wet sleet outside, but it smells so good.  The smallest undercurrent of clove and spice hidden beneath the sharp, clean scent of fresh snow.

“Happy Year-Over, caraya,” Cassian says next to your ear, quiet and fond.  “I know it is late, but I have your gift now.”

“‘Caraya’ better be Festan for ‘here’s your cute little lothcat, birthday girl’,” you warn him, moving to rest your chin on top of his padded shoulder and trying not to sound as breathless or affected by his sweet talking as you feel.  He’s never called you that before.  Caraya.  What does it mean?

It’s… it’s bantha shit, you remind yourself, trying not to close your eyes or lean into his half-embrace.  It’s all bantha shit.

“No,” Cassian acknowledges with a small head tilt, pulling his shoulder back but still keeping his long arm wrapped tight around you.  “No.  Not a… a cat, but…”  He slowly opens his other hand between the two of you, finally showing you.

You blink down at the thing in his palm, cradled carefully in thick gloves from the sub-zero temperatures outside.  It’s.  No, he’s right, it’s not a cat.  It’s a… a stick.  Reddish-pink, ground up plant matter wrapped in a semi-transparent binding.  Rolled up in a nice, even cylinder, a filter secured around one of its ends.

Spice.  Hand-rolled.  Expensive.  Probably swiped off a supply raid, whether by Cassian himself or another rebel fighter he bought it off of.  Ludicrous he got his hands on it, much less brought it on base.  Here, to your fucking quarters.

“I was wrong,” you eventually say, taking the joint from his open palm and holding it up to examine its strange color in the dim light.  “You don’t think we’re children.  You think we’re teenagers.”

“I think we are adults,” he corrects, swiping the MRE from your other hand, “with a reason to celebrate.”  He releases you and takes his arm back, sitting on your bed and digging two fingers around in your half-finished packet for your spork.

“You’re a bold pilot, Cass,” you tell him, studying the spice.  You’ve never seen any strain even similar to this before.  “It was one thing to do this during flight training, but now?  What happens if we have a piss test tomorrow?  Or, well—today, actually?”

“Different kind from before.”  He doesn’t sound bothered by the thought, though his mouth is currently full of tauntaun and rice in glockaw sauce.  “Only five hours high, not detectable after.  Piss tests are expensive, the rebellion has no money.”

“X-wings are expensive, too,” you counter, turning to look at him.  “You crash one of ‘em ‘cause you smoked this shit and your ass will be dead before you can even survive.”

“You hurt me.”  He uses the utensil to dig around the bottom corners of the packet for more slop, not looking hurt in the least.  “Also—you were right.  This one is… horrible.”

“Not to mention I have a oh-nine-hundred call.”  You both watch each other with matching looks of distaste as he continues to eat your food, clearly neither one of you enjoying it.  “You’re giving me barely two hours to come down before I got orange jumpsuits crawling all over me.”

“You did not hear?”  Cassian swallows.  “Reassigned Dreis during debriefing.  I will be leading red squadron tomorrow.  Or, today.”

You blink at him.  “You’re kidding.”

“No,” he shakes his head exactly once, throwing the spork into the empty packet and flattening it.  “No, I would not do that to you.”

“Course not,” you agree diplomatically.  “You’d just barge into my room at two in the morning, eat my food, offer me drugs, and then tell me I’ll be taking orders from you tomorrow.”

”Today,” he corrects.  “But I could not get our call changed, and for that I am sorry.”  He lifts an eyebrow at you, quirking the side of his mouth up and pushing the empty MRE pouch into your hands to throw away.  “But only for that.  Happy birthday?”

“We’re going to lose this war,” you tell him honestly, sliding off your mattress with a sigh to trash it.  “We’re all going to die horribly, and painfully.  The Rebellion is fucking doomed.  You and I will be but a mere footnote in the Empire’s endless reign of terror, you realize.  A footnote.  Our names at the very, very bottom of the page, in tiny little six point font, and it’ll link to a one sentence obituary for the both of us.  Died horribly and in pain.  Did you bring a lighter?”

“Here,” Cassian shifts to one buttcheek and pulls an arc lighter from his back pocket, offering it to you when you come back.  “Okay?  You will start it then?  Birthday girl.”

“You said five hours for one person, right?  So that’s two and a half each if we split it,” you reason with a shrug, putting the filter to your lips and talking through the side of your mouth.  “Two o’clock right now, nine-hundred call.  At least four hours to come down, and thirty minutes to shower if we’re both lucky.”

“We will be fine.”  He waves your careful calculations away with his hand as you flick the lighter.  “Because we are lucky feetnotes, yes?”

***

You’re not fine.

It’s fucking boiling in here.  Maker, you’re on fucking Hoth; why the fuck are you boiling?  It’s never even been warm in your quarters before, much less this hot.  You feel like you’re sweating buckets through your hoodie, your hair sticking to your neck in thin little curls.

And… and Cassian.

He’s sitting so unbelievably straight on the bed across from you, parka and gloves long abandoned on the floor.  His dark eyes flick over to you occasionally, though it looks like he’s trying really hard not to move a single muscle other than that.  His hands are clamped tightly between his thighs and he just… holds there.  A compact, rigid statue perched upright on the mattress, looking far too still and tense to fit the comfort of his surroundings.

“Are you okay?”  You ask him, blinking at how hoarse your voice comes out sounding.  Holy fuck, your mouth feels like a desert.  

Cassian stares at you, and for some reason, his large, expressive eyes seem even wider now.  They’re glassy and a bit red, but also so big and lovely and framed with long, dark lashes.

“This is not.”  His accent sounds thicker, words coming out deeper in his throat.  It settles down inside you just right and you feel a spark of heat at the base of your spine.  He blinks twice.  “This is not how it usually feels.”

“Should we stop?”  You look down at the half-finished joint in your hand, tilting your head thoughtfully as you consider the drug pulsing through your veins.  “It’s… it’s different, but I think it feels good.”

“Yes—I…”  He closes his eyes.  “Th-that is the problem, I think.”

He shifts a bit on the mattress and bites down on his bottom lip, and you must look so fucking dumb as you stare at him with your jaw slack, watching his lithe body stretch and handle the spice.  He’s fucking gorgeous.  Stars, you always thought he was gorgeous, but this is something else.  He flutters his eyes open to look at you through his lashes, and—

—oh.  Oh.  You see now.  You see what he meant.  Warmth pools deep down in your tummy as he looks at you with impossibly dark eyes, slowly drags his glassy gaze down your body.  Fuck, you’re getting turned on.  You go red and blink softly at him while he stares at you, trying to control your breathing.

“You need to—” your voice jumps, trying to remember the right cadence.  How do you speak to him normally?  “You can… take—take my pillow, if you want.  Lay down.  You’re too tall, your eyes are too big.  Look like a… like a Kaminoan.  Heal any—heal any clones recently?”

Bad joke.  Maker, he’s so beautiful.  Rich, dark features taking you in, blinking slowly at you and clearly not hearing a single word you said.

You shift your weight and throw him the cushion you’re partially sitting on without waiting for an answer.  You both need to calm the fuck down.  Hopefully the pillow will help.  Even if it’s squished and warm from your butt.  “It’s warm ‘cause I was sitting on it, m’sorry.  Fuck, it’s warm in here.  Do you think it’s warm in here?”

It’s like he still doesn’t hear you.  Cassian just takes your flattened pillow in his lap and looks at it for way too long, slowly rubs the fabric on the corner between his fingers and examines it, like if he tries hard enough he’ll be able to see through it.

“Cass,” you eventually call his name in reminder.  “Lay down, put that under your head—”

“Do you feel turned on?”  He asks quite suddenly, whipping his head to the side to look at you.  You almost drop the spice.

“No,” you say immediately, acting on impulse alone and trying to rearrange your face into something… something negative.  Something just generally negative, because you can’t even think of a negative emotion specific enough with the way your heart is pounding at the thought of something like this actually happening right now.  Holy fuck, you’re sweating.  What the fuck is in this shit?  “No, of course not.”

“Of course not,” he nods, turning back to look at your pillow.  “Me too.  Not.”  He shakes his head.  “Neither.  Either?”

“Lay down,” you tell him once more, desperately needing something else to do now, something to distract yourself from the way your lower muscles are starting to cramp up with heat and arousal.  “I’ll get us some water.  We need water.”

You’re off the bed and setting the smoldering spice on the small metal counter without another word, grabbing two empty cups and beginning to fill them up in the tiny little sink with your back to him. 

Stars, he was right.  It’s not supposed to feel like this.  It feels… it feels like everything is burning inside you, but such a good burn.  Like your mind is being seduced by your own body right now instead of the other way around, and the paradoxical sensation is manifesting itself in an unprecedentedly strong urge to jump your best friend’s bones.  The urge has always been there, granted, but it’s never been this shameless before.  Never arced and pulsed so brilliantly in your veins before, never been steadily fed by such a tempting outside source.  Not the drugs—but him.  The tangible fuck-me vibes Cassian is radiating towards you right now, staring at your back with those big, gorgeous brown eyes of his, silent and unmoving behind you as he watches you from your bed.  He’s never done anything to encourage your desire for him like this before.  He’s never wanted anything more than just platonic companionship and playful banter in the midst of war zones from you, and yet you can feel the heat burning from him too, feel it start to intensify your own high.

It’s bantha shit, you have to realize.  This whole Maker-forsaken situation—it’s forced; none of it’s real.  Cassian is your best friend, and he’s only looking at you like this because spice is chemically altering his hormones right now.  You can feel it doing the same to you, just steadily stirring deep in your floor muscles and amplifying your baser desires, but you need to snap yourself the fuck out of it and be the levelheaded one here.  Despite the arousal burning hot in your tummy, at least you know your thoughts are still fundamentally sound—in contrast, you have no fucking clue what’s going on in that hard head of his right now.  At least one of you needs to buck up, handle your drugs, and be the adult before things get out of hand.  If it falls to you, then so be it.

You focus on your breathing and do as much as you can to mentally will the tingling sensation down deep.  Taking a second to put a comfortable expression on, you finally turn around and start walking back to him.

When you raise your head and make eye contact with Cassian again though, the look in his eyes almost immediately threatens to undo everything you just decided.  Fuck, he looks like he just had an internal pep talk of his own, but in the entirely wrong direction you went.  He’s a bit more relaxed now, same as you, but his gaze is now searing hot on your body, tangible enough to stop you dead in your tracks in front of him.  It burns through you, and you literally feel the sweat drip down your back as a shiver rolls down your spine.

No.  Hold strong.  Maker, irresponsibility has always been appealing but never so fucking seductive as this is, has it?  Taking such a gorgeous fucking form.  You take a few more steps forward, quickly trying to gather composure.

“Should we stop?”  You ask him once more and stars, you were aiming for calmer and gentler and with more lung support—not this breathless scrape of a sound that feels like sandpaper in your throat.  He hasn’t said a fucking word and your resolve is already wavering.  You try not to make eye contact as you carefully hand him one of the cups.  “We’re only twenty minutes in, barely halfway through it.  We can stop and coast, it’s not a big deal.”

Cassian takes the water from your outstretched hand, letting the tips of his fingers brush lightly across yours in the process.  Your heart skips in your chest.  “Do you want to stop?”

You absolutely should fucking stop.  Just standing here and handing him water without ripping your clothes off is a challenge; you’ve still got half a joint left and you’re not even sure you’ve reached the come-up yet.  What if this is just the beginning?  What if this is just laying the foundation?  What happens when you actually peak on this shit?

“It’s not a big deal,” you repeat instead, keeping your answer as ambiguous as possible and taking a sip of the blessedly cold liquid.  At least the water is responding correctly to the frigid environment on this horrible fucking planet.  You feel ready to burn up.  “Just wanna make sure you’re cool.”

Cassian flicks his eyes over to the joint still cherried and smoking on the metal counter behind you.  “We can keep going.”

Your breathing picks up slightly.  Does he know what he’s really asking right now?  He has to have figured out what that spice does by now, right?  But no, he’s so steadfast in the way he looks at you, blinking up at you confidently.  Fuck, you should stop.  You should stop.

You should… compromise?

“If we keep going, no more of this,” you tell him, gesturing to the way he still hasn’t moved or drank any of the water in his cup.  “You need to.  Chill out, alright.  Act normal.”

Fuck, you’re normally so blunt and outspoken with him, so why is it that everything happening here is so fucking unsaid?  Everything is transpiring right below the surface, a conversation taking place within another conversation.  You’re telling him to cut the heart eyes, lay back on the bed and spend some rare quality time with his best friend.  Regardless of the weird side effects, this spice is still giving you an incredibly strong body high.  If he could just stop looking at you like that so you can stop rhythmically clenching and pulsing between your legs, you’d probably be incredibly relaxed right now.

“I will lay down,” he finally agrees, breaking eye contact with you and grabbing the pillow from his lap so he can throw it down next to him.  “Go, get the rest of it.”

“Drink.”  You stay rooted to your spot.

He gulps down the entire cup of water right in front of you, and something about how sassy and exaggerated it is makes you unwind just a bit and head back for the spice.

This is better, you think.  Butting heads with your strong personalities is better than whatever mind games you two were playing before, more familiar and grounding.  Cassian sets down his empty cup on the floor as you pick up the joint, and then you sit on the edge of the mattress across from him when you come back.

“So how were patrols?”  You ask him, taking another hit of it and studying the strange color it burns as you hold the smoke in your lungs, almost a light pink.

“Not bad,” he says, scooting back to lay lengthwise across the back of the bed.  His long legs stick off the end but he looks way more comfortable now, settling back into the pillow and watching you with a calmer, more easy-going look in his eyes.

“Where’d you get sent this time?”  You have to lean forward quite a bit to hand him the spice.

“The Lothal Sector,” Cassian responds casually, taking it from you.

“Oh, fuck off,” you snap, already unamused before he’s even started to mess with you.  “I will shoot down red leader tomorrow, Cass, don’t you dare fucking test m—”

“A local was trying to sell kittens to the pilots,” he goes on, completely ignoring you and relaxing back down into the mattress with the joint between his fingers.  “They were very cute.  But then I tell him no, because I did not know of anyone who could care for one.”

“That’s not fucking funny.” Cassian smiles slowly at you as you glare back at him very, very sternly.  “This is a no lothcat joking zone, I’m sensitive about this.”

He keeps smiling even as he takes his hit, gentle and fond and lovely on his face, but his eyes eventually go softer and a bit melancholy on the exhale.  

“I am sorry I missed your birthday, caraya,” he says to you truthfully, something sincere and tender in the way he looks at you.  “But I will get you something better than a cat.”

“What does that mean?”  You lean forward and grab the spice from him when he holds it out for you.

“No idea,” he admits during the careful exchange.  “Maybe something with less claws and teeth, I think.”

“No,” you shake your head, settling back on your butt once more.  “Caraya.  What does that mean?”

Cassian quickly opens his mouth to reply, but then pauses and takes a second.  As if he’s debating on what exactly he wants to tell you.  You inhale from the spice held between your fingers and wait patiently for him.  Probably something to do with birthdays, right?  Since he only started calling you that after you told him he missed yours.

You end up waiting for his answer so long, you actually feel like you should take another hit.  But when Cassian does eventually speak, it’s incredibly calculated and slow, like he’s actively trying to find the correct words to translate its exact meaning into Basic.

“Fest is part of a binary star system,” he finally tells you, breaking the silence.  “It is… it is what my people call the times when… when one of the stars sets while the other is rising on the opposite horizon.”

You pause with the joint halfway to your mouth, staring dumbly at him.

“It is rare.  I have seen it only twice.  Each time, for less than a minute.  It is very rare for them to match up perfectly, but when they do.”  His eyes go a bit softer, losing himself in his memories instead of concentrating so much on the words.  “The sky shines with every color.  Reds, yellows, and pinks to the west; blues, indigos, and violets to the east.  It is… it is also… something we call the ones close to us,” he continues, blinking his gaze slowly back to you.  “Caraya na cotâ vi zas iz’búsdari.  To care and be cared for is to feel the sun on both sides.”

You… you just keep staring at him.  Blank, unmoving, not really even breathing.  Your chest suddenly feels incredibly tight.  He looks back at you and stars, he looks so fucking gorgeous; long lashes dusting over his cheekbones at this angle, one hand resting lazily over his abdomen as he relaxes on your bed.

“It sounds…”  You sound winded.  “Lovely.”

“Yes,” Cassian returns softly, tilting his head on your pillow and blinking at you.  “It is.”

You don’t know why the fuck you thought this would be okay, honestly.  This whole thing was such a horrendous fucking idea right from the start.  You’re surprised you haven’t set the both of you on fire by dropping the lit spice between your fingers.  You were a fucking idiot to think you could resist him.  You were overconfident, underestimating him the way you did.  It’s like… like he’s approaching this in surges, almost.  Lulling you into a false sense of security for a bit, and then carefully pushes forward, toeing the line between best friend and person he wants to fuck and seeing how much you’ll let him get away with.

You’re… you’re a weak, spineless little thing.

“Is it—is it your turn?” You eventually ask him, looking down at the joint in your hands.  It’s barely above a whisper and it’s vaguely squeaky and it’s probably one of the dumbest fucking things you’ve ever asked in your life.  Of course it’s his turn, who the fuck else’s turn would it be?  

Cassian would normally rip into you for being such an idiot, but he doesn’t.  He just blinks softly at you, pupils dilated and glassy as they take you in.

“Would you like to…”  He sounds equally breathless now, swallowing thickly before he speaks again.  “You can… come closer, if you want.  Here.  With me.”  He pats his belly.  “No more reaching.”

What is… what is happening right now?  Is Cassian Andor actually, like—for real making a move on you?  His best friend?  The one he’s never looked twice at?

“You want me to…?”  Your cunt clenches.  Stars, you’re so wet already.  You can feel it, dampening your underwear as his eyes flutter slightly at the rasp in your voice.

“Come,” he pats his stomach once more.  “Lay down with me.”

You slowly begin to shuffle over to him on shaky knees, trying to move normally as he watches you.  He stretches out across the back of the bed, giving you a perfect spot along his open torso to relax into.  Your heart pounds as you carefully hand the spice to him before settling yourself on your back with your head on his tummy, making a little perpendicular t-shape with him on the mattress, vision slightly blurry but pulsing at the same time.

Maker, he smells so fucking good.  He smells like fresh snow and something warm at the same time, so lean and long above you.  You’re almost panting now, burning up in your thick layers as you try to get comfortable.

“Maker, it’s so fucking hot in here,” you whisper, using your sleeve to wipe the sweat gathering at your temples.  “Fuck.”

“Take off your shirt,” Cassian suggests quietly, and your mouth instantly goes bone dry, your chest forgetting to rise again after it collapses with a quick whoosh of breath.  “You have something on underneath, yes?”  He adds quickly before you can completely ignite in flames.  “Take off the top one.”

You… you have a thin undershirt on, but nothing underneath that.  It’s nearing three in the morning, of course you don’t have a bra on right now.  And the undershirt is white, and you’re sweating buckets, which means—

“It… it might show some…”  You have no clue how to phrase this, but Cassian quickly responds.

“It is just me,” he reassures, carefully reaching his arm around your head to hold the joint up to your lips for you.  You inhale the drug deeply, watching the pink light illuminate the tips of his fingers.  “We are best friends, and this is your room.  You should relax.”

Maker, this is… this is dangerous.  He’s dangerous.  He’s smart, choosing to go at it from this angle.  He’s not toeing the line anymore, he’s just… blurring it until it doesn’t exist anymore.  Or better yet, just walking over it and pretending it doesn’t exist at all.  Pretending nothing at all is happening between you right now.  Trying to see whether you’ll be more willing to give in if he comes at you from the side like this, not necessarily catching you off guard but refusing to outright confront you about it either.

Apparently precedent rules.  You’re a weak, spineless little thing, especially when presented with such a compelling out.  He’s… he’s totally right.  You are best friends, this is your room, and you should relax.  Nothing sexual about it at all, right?  Furthermore, relaxing trumps overheating any fucking day of the week, so… so that’s why you tell yourself it’s okay to sit up and immediately reach behind your head, grabbing the hoodie and beginning to pull the thick fabric off.  

Only, it’s damp and clings to your thin undershirt, dragging both of them up the length of your back as it goes.  You stop when the lower hem pulls up just below your breasts, trying to reach back behind your head even further and separate the two materials but struggling with the angle.

“Cass,” you eventually prompt, trying not to flush.  Not like he’d be able to tell, though; you’ve been unbearably warm and fidgety this entire time, your embarrassment conceals itself without your assistance.  “You wanna help me?  Or you just wanna keep watching?”

“Do not ask me such stupid questions,” he tells you plainly, unmoving.  “What did I say?  We are best friends.  Of course I am not going to help you.  You are…” he trails off when you lift your shoulders upright just a bit to see if the angle will work better that way.  It does, but the fabric drags further up your ribcage from the shift, “…You are nice to watch.”

Your heart pounds, and you’re even clumsier knowing he’s staring at your exposed tummy right now.  Maker, this should not be as difficult as it is.  You swing your arms back around behind you, arching outwards and trying to separate them from the bottom this time, but gravity doesn’t appear to work in your favor.  

Maybe you can do like, some sort of weird, half-and-half thing to get them apart?  Maybe?  Where you hold the undershirt from the bottom with one hand and pull the hoodie from the top with the other?

Yes, okay—that could possibly work.  Cassian inhales more spice as he lazes behind you, getting a front row seat to watch this subsequent genius unfold.

You get into your monkey-like position, beginning to pry the two materials apart from behind like you planned.  But then—oh, your undershirt still sticks to your hoodie at the front, pulling up a few inches with it and flashing the lower curve of your breasts to the room before you immediately halt and switch tactics, reaching back down and trying to pull them apart from the front withou—

A large, warm palm comes up to settle on your bare spine, right in the middle of your shoulder blades.

You freeze.  But Cassian doesn’t say anything, doesn’t do anything more than that.  He just holds his hand there, steady and solid against your upper back.

Neither one of you move.  It’s like… it’s like you’re both trying so hard to get a read on each other that your reactions are equally stunted.  Is he doing this to bring you to a still so he can help you?  Is he simply as blazed as you are right now and not thinking about things before he does them?  Is he—

But then Cassian starts slowly dragging his hand down your spine, carefully riding the gentle curve of it downwards as your breathing subtly picks up.  Your arms are halfway caught in the fabric, not able to stop him unless you untangle them and reach behind you.  So you just hold there statuesquely as his palm inches down the sweat-slick muscles of your lower back, thumb just barely brushing the hemline of your sweatpants.  

Fuck, you feel like you’re about to vibrate out of your skin.  Heat pools deep in your tummy, spidering outwards and sending pulsing shocks down your legs when he keeps his hand there for just a second.

Until… until he traces all the way back up and carefully hooks a finger around your undershirt.  

Your heart pounds as Cassian gradually pulls it over the top of your head with your hoodie, guiding you to bring both of them around your arms.  He pushes against your shoulder wordlessly, urging you to lie back down with your head on his stomach once more, the fabric stretched tight over your upper-body and the entire length of your spine now fully exposed as it touches the mattress.

“C-Cassian,” you breathe, fluttering your eyes up at the ceiling.

“Yes, caraya?”  He murmurs, and you completely forget what you’re going to say when he continues to pull the hoodie and undershirt down over your arms, exposing your naked breasts to the open air.

Your cunt pulses between your legs and you hear him throw the thick bulk of fabric carelessly on the floor.  “I—I-I don’t—”

“You will stay like this?”  Cassian tells you softly, brushing your damp hair back from your shoulder so that your bare chest is completely unobstructed as it faces the ceiling.  Your nipples are hard, a thin sheen of sweat covering your entire body, and you can feel his gaze drag down your naked skin, even if he doesn’t actually touch you.  No, he just takes another slow drag from the spice in his hand and tilts his head back to rest on your pillow, relaxing into the mattress with a gentle shuffle of his shoulder blades.  “If you are too warm, you will stay like this, okay?  Be comfortable.”

Is it possible to die from arousal?  Your clit is fucking pounding; everything from the waist down is unbearably tight and cramped.  Stars, you feel like you’ll cum if you even move wrong right now.  He told you to be comfortable, but you’re not—you’re boiling from the sensation, topless on your bed, trying not to close your eyes or squeeze your legs together.  It’s too fucking casual and unacknowledged, how he’s going about this.  You feel like you’re going to explode.

Cassian gently taps your bare shoulder to get your attention and shifts his head slightly to look down at you.  You bite your bottom lip and flutter your gaze sideways to meet his after a second, hoping you don’t look as flushed and tight with burning arousal as you feel.  Deep brown eyes look back at you, hazy and dilated.  He takes a second to slowly drag his gaze down the length of your half-naked body once more, now that he knows you’re watching him.  Your breath comes audibly now, quicker and shallower than it should be after laying flat on a bed for this long.

“Here,” Cassian prompts, holding the smoldering joint out for you to take.  His voice sounds raspier now, but still so… casual.  Like he’s out here talking about the weather with a mildly sore throat, not because your tits are out while you stare at each other and neither one of you is saying a damn thing about it.  It’s like he’s determined to hold onto the splitting tension, drag it out between you as long as he can.  “Want more?”

You know what he’s really asking, and it cramps your lower muscles up even harder.  He’s asking if you want more of this spice that’s currently getting you naked in front of him.  More of this madness, twisting up your insides with need and jumbling your thoughts.  More of him treating you like this, like there’s not a damn thing out of place in the universe right now, like you’re still just best friends so that’s why it’s okay you’re both doing this together.

Stars, do you want more?  Do you want him to keep winding you up like this?  More of this torture, this agonizing foreplay, wondering when he’ll finally give in and touch you?  Pretending like this is still completely platonic, like what’s happening here isn’t wildly unprecedented, insanely inappropriate, and so fucking hot?

You can feel your eyebrows pull up in the middle as you look at him, almost pleading with him to… something.  To stop, maybe?  Stop altogether, or just stop… fuck, stop ignoring the way your cunt feels clamped around itself tighter than a vice between your legs?  Stop neglecting your burning desire for him, even when it’s right in front of his face.  Stop refusing to acknowledge the way you’re just letting him look at you right now, how you haven’t once stopped playing along with this fever dream just in case you aren’t imagining it?  Fuck, but Cassian just looks back at you, his expression completely blank except for the smallest little glimmer in his eyes.  A silent, heated glint as he just barely quirks an eyebrow at you.

So you make the decision all at once.  You carefully reach over for the spice with your far hand, feeling your breasts shift towards him slightly with the slow movement.  Cassian doesn’t even feel like he’s breathing as you gently take it from him.  He just stares down at your naked chest and swallows thickly, eyelids dipping slightly as he moves to meet you halfway.

You let your nipple brush up against his knuckles just slightly with the exchange.

When you face back towards the ceiling again and readjust your shoulders flat on the bed, he lets out a slow, shaky breath under your head as it rests on his tummy.  The tension rockets up to eleven, weighing heavy and unspoken and ready to snap.  

But then like that, the moment passes—it’s just another invisible spark igniting between the two of you, just another thing buried beneath the silence and yet ringing so unbelievably loud because of it.  You’re both emitting and absorbing the same buzzing energy, amplifying it back to one another in a slow, endless feedback loop of rising pressure.

The spice comes up to your lips, and Cassian’s fingertips carefully trail along your other arm as it rests by your side.

“This is better, no?”  He asks you quietly, the rough tips of his fingers just barely gliding across your skin in small, mindless patterns.  They dance down your skin like feathers, tracing a small arch over the ridge of your elbow so lightly you almost feel like you might be imagining it.  Your eyes flutter when he gradually skims down the length of your forearm and brushes his thumb in a smooth circle around the bone in your wrist.  “Or you are still too warm?”

You bite your bottom lip when one of his fingers carefully stretches all the way up to your hip, running along the hem of your sweatpants.  

“Yeah, m’still a little—” you gasp, trying not to stutter when Cassian starts to draw up the length of your waistline, pausing right when his fingers reach your drawstrings.  “Little w-warm,” you finish hoarsely, painfully aware of how fucking wet you are, how your nipples are peaked and glistening with sweat as they move with your soft, shallow breathing.

He slowly dips one finger below the elastic wrapping across your hips, dragging it back and forth under the damp waistband.

“This fabric is heavy,” Cassian remarks, just the slightest husk in his voice.  “You… you will take this off, too?”

“I-I don’t—”  You’re about to say have anything on underneath except you immediately go quiet, because he’s suddenly slithering his entire hand down into your sweatpants and brushing his knuckles along the gentle slope of you.

He pauses once more when his longest finger reaches the very top of your slit.

But then he just holds it there for a second, tracing small arches back and forth along gentle give of it, the slight dip that separates your soft curls from your soaking heat.  You tighten up and wait in breathless anticipation for it, before the tip of Cassian’s finger finally comes to a rest over the soft split of flesh.

And then he’s suddenly pushing in, and down—

—fuckfuckfuckfuck—don’tcumdon’tcum—don’t—

You make a soft, vulnerable sound in bliss as he slowly slides his finger through the hot, slick cleft of your pussy.

“You are warm down here, too,” Cassian murmurs quietly.  Your eyes roll back when he drags the entire length of it up against your clit, letting you feel each individual ridge and joint and crevice across the swollen bit of flesh.  “Is it the spice?”  He asks, sinking his finger back down into you once more.  “Or are you always this wet between your legs?”

Neither.  Both, maybe?  Mostly it’s just him.  Cassian, whispering softly to you through the hazy darkness, lazily dipping his fingers into your cunt and letting it drench and engulf his skin in its heat.

“Tell me,” he prompts when you don’t say a word.  His finger pulls up and begins tracing slow, gentle circles around your clit.

“No,” you breathe haggardly, arching your hips up just slightly as he touches you.  “N-No, this is…”

“This is different,” Cassian confirms when you don’t finish your sentence.  He keeps circling your clit, and it’s like he’s just casually, carelessly stirring a pot that’s about to boil over and set everything on fucking fire.  You pulse threateningly under the tip of his finger, swollen and tight and just trying your best to control your breathing.  “So it is the spice.  Why you are this hot, this… this soaking.”

“It’s…”  Don’t you say it.  Don’t you fucking say it.  Don’t you turn this into something it isn’t.  “Yeah.  It’s—it’s the sp-spice.”

His finger follows the hard curve of you down to where you give, where you’re leaking wetness and heat from the source, before he’s suddenly shifting his wrist and pushing the entire thing into you down to his knuckle.

Now you do arch your hips, spreading your legs and helping him go deeper even as Cassian hums, stretching his finger and feeling you clench hot and tight around him.  He says something softly, something in a language you don’t understand.

And then he’s pulling out and rubbing circles around your clit again, the tip of his finger steady and firm as he steadily drags the pleasure out of you.

“We need to finish it soon,” he eventually reminds you, and it takes a remarkable delay for you to realize he’s talking about the lingering quarter of the joint still clenched tightly between your fingers.  “Take your hit.  We have a nine-hundred call, remember.”

Fuck, you bring the spice up to your lips with a shaky hand, trying to remember whether you should inhale or exhale first.  Cassian’s finger just keeps circling your clit, winding you up tighter and tighter.  His motions are so repetitive and predictable, but they’re somehow still lighting you on fire from the inside, slowing you down spectacularly as you try to take a steady breath in through the filter.

“Stars, you are so wet,” he remarks after a moment.  “Are you going to cum soon?  You feel like you are so close already.”

You are close.  Everything is swollen and slippery and tight, and hearing him say it out loud like that makes the pleasure rocket up even tighter inside you.  You don’t even feel him reach around with his other hand and take the spice from you.  You just lose yourself in the mindless sensation of Cassian’s finger on your clit, rolling your eyes back and reaching your hands down to fisting the sheets at your sides as he touches you.

“Does this feel good, caraya?”  He whispers quietly to you, inhaling deeply from the spice.  “You are usually so… mouthy with me.  Is this helping?  Do I need to rub your clit like this more often?”

“Fuck—Cassian, I’m gonna cum,” you tell the ceiling raggedly, chest beginning to arch up and hips bearing down.

“Do it,” he murmurs, reaching his thumb through your slick lips to pinch and roll the pulsing bud between his fingers.  “Right here.  All you can.”

And then wild, painful bliss stabs through you, launching you headfirst into a blinding orgasm.  A desperate sound tears from your throat as you cum hard all over your best friend’s hand, agonizing pleasure shredding mindless rapture through your veins.  It rings white noise through your ears and rips you apart from the inside out, arcing lightning down your spine more bright and explosive than ever before.  Fuck, it’s unprecedentedly powerful.  You’re drenched but your clit is hard and pulsing and swollen, and he’s able to keep it between his fingers the entire time your hips writhe desperately on the mattress.

Cassian inhales from the spice once more and massages your clit through the torturous, blazing hot aftershocks.  He drags the pleasure out of you until you’re a trembling mess, exhausted from the spasms wreaking havoc on your body.

But then… but then you’re still so hot.  It’s like your limbs have no energy left but your cunt is still pulsing and wanting more from him.  You feel your wetness coating his hand, your inner thighs, probably soaking through your sweatpants, but fuck, you want him to keep touching you like this—you want him to keep doing this.

It’s the spice, something tells you in the very back of your mind.  It almost made you black out with a wild orgasm and now it’s quickly preparing your overheated body for another one.  Your feet come up to brace against the mattress and your eyes close, jaw going slack as you grind feverishly against Cassian’s hand.

“Again?”  He whispers to you, fingers continuing to pinch and roll your clit and then—and then another debilitating wave of euphoria is suddenly slamming through you, pulling your chest up and flooding his hand with another series of wet, powerful contractions.  Cassian rasps something in his native tongue and rides you through the second one just as steady as the first, your pussy spasming uncontrollably as he slowly wrings the pleasure from you.

Fuck, it feels so good.  You’re worked up and trembling and trying not to whimper for him, desperately wanting him to keep his hand right here forever, buried right between your legs like this.  But you also—you also want Cassian to feel it too, feel the way the unrestrained hedonism practically burns you alive when you cum.

So you carefully turn over on your side and shuffle forwards a bit, resting your head on his lower stomach, right in front of the mouthwatering bulge in his trousers.  His fingers can’t fully reach your cunt from this angle, but Cassian is resilient.  He just drags his hand over your hip and slithers his fingers into your pussy from behind while you start unbuckling his pants with shaky fingers.

He’s unbelievably hard and throbbing and leaking when you pull his cock out of his underwear, the pulsing urgency of his erection not lining up with the way he’s still relaxing on your mattress, still hasn’t moved under you.  So you just hold his length up to your lips and open them, slowly sliding your tongue around the tip of him three times before taking his curved head into the hot cavern of your mouth.

Cassian takes a deep, shaky breath as you suck softly on the head of his cock, fluttering your tongue along a bead of precum he leaks from the slit.  He drags his fingers through your drenched pussy lips from behind as you carefully move your head down his tummy, opening your jaw wider and letting him fill your mouth deeper.

“Fuck,” he breathes, and you hum softly and lift your back palate slightly, sliding your tongue drift down his shaft and taking him a bit deeper still.  He shudders under you and pushes the tip of his finger up against your clit.

And then you shudder because Cassian completely bypasses your hood at this angle, bumping into the swollen bit of flesh without any resistance or protection and just… holding it there.  Barely moving an inch while you begin to slowly bob up and down just slightly around his cock, just keeping his fingertip right up against your clit and sparking heat down through your legs.

You move your hand down to cup his balls and start to roll your hips against his fingers.  Cassian’s breathing stutters as you lazily suck his cock, rubbing a tight little circle on your clit in silent encouragement.

“We should—” his voice is hoarse now, now that you’ve got his dick in your mouth and you’re gently swirling your tongue around it, almost as unhurried and casual about the act as he was bringing you to your first orgasm.  “We should do this.  More.”

You slowly pull off him, kissing the tip of his cock and mouthing at the way he’s steadily releasing thick drops of precum for you.  Cassian’s finger rolls firmly against your clit in response.

“You just want your dick sucked every time you come back to base,” you counter breathlessly, brushing your lips against him while talking with his cockhead resting on the edge of your tongue.

His hand shifts, and then he’s suddenly pushing two thick fingers deep inside you.  You moan around his tip and prop one leg up on the mattress so he can fill you easier, going back to sucking and swiping your tongue over his frenulum.

“I would not mind it,” he admits with a shaky exhale.  “You are.  Very g-good.  Fuck.  And wa—” he gasps, feeling you clench tight around his fingers, “—warm.  Fuck, every… everywhere.”

Fuck, it feels so good like this.  Laying here, topless and being penetrated two different ways by Cassian, feeling him throb in your mouth while you rest your head on his tummy, feeling him stretch your cunt walls with his fingers while you hold your legs open for him.

You pull off him to drag your slick tongue over your palm, coating your fingers in saliva.  Cassian groans when you wrap your hand around the thick base of him, and then he lifts his hips slightly as you start to slowly jerk him off into you mouth.

“Fuck—caraya, if you keep doing that, I will—” he whispers after a moment, curling his fingers inside you in warning.  You just tighten your grip and add just the slightest twist to your wrist and “Wait—wait—” Cassian grunts, starting to pull his fingers out of you—

You pull off him just enough to murmur the words against his throbbing head.  “You’ll want more than one, okay.  Trust me.  Cum like this, okay?  Cum just like this, right in my mouth.”

You wrap your lips around his cock once more and keep jerking him off slow and tight into the heat of your mouth, and Cassian’s abdominal muscles go incredibly tense under your head.  And then you squeeeeze your lower muscles around his fingers, and all the tension suddenly snaps.

His cock goes rock hard on your tongue and starts pulsing steadily as he groans out your name like it hurts, fingers stuffed deep in your cunt.  You swallow around him and moan, clenching rhymically around his fingers and letting him slowly empty himself into your mouth.  Fuck, he takes forever with it, shuddering and gasping and pumping cum down your throat, his orgasm clearly as powerful as yours was.  The spice drags it out, makes you both lose yourself in the raw heaven of release for far longer than normal.

The spice also prevents him from softening when Cassian finally stops spurting hot cum in your mouth.  You suspected as much—which is why you keep sucking his cock even as he stops throbbing, you keep him in your hot mouth even when he’s laying trembling and exhausted under you.  And he still stays rock solid on your tongue, swollen and needing more.

Cassian’s voice sounds shredded when he finally speaks.  “I—I am going to crash my x-wing tomorrow,” he tells you hoarsely, fingers finally slipping out of your channel with a vulgar, slick sound.  “You were right.”

You pull off him and kiss the tip of his cock one final time, making sure you’ve cleaned up the mess completely.  “Today.”

“Fuck.  Today,” he acknowledges tightly, adjusting his hips when you lift your head off his stomach.  “Fuck.  In a few hours.  You will make me crash, just thinking about this.”

“Why is it,” you turn around and blink at him, “that after literal decades of my friendship, you only acknowledge my perpetual rightness after I make you cum for the first time?”

Cassian just smiles softly at you, and his fingers are drenched as they rest lazily against your thigh.  “Caraya.  Two suns.  Twice the illumination, no?”

You bite your lip and try not to smile back at him, wanting to blush and roll your eyes in equal parts.  Stars, why is he so… so lovely?  Speaking to you so sweetly, looking back up at you from your pillow like you’re every single color in his sky.  Your heart seizes in your chest, staring at him with the same kind of fondness and admiration his beautiful eyes are shining with.  Fuck, you want… you want to…

“Can we… can we have sex now?”  You whisper.  Not really shy, but… but it almost sounds shy in its quiet, breathless hope.  

“You do not want me to taste you?”  Cassian immediately asks, reaching out with one hand to offer you what’s left of the spice while the other stays firmly wedged between your legs.  “I want to.  I have…”

You bite down on your bottom lip and take the nearly finished joint from him, feeling his fingers curl against your pussy lips at the same time and knowing you’re going to regret letting him finish his sentence.  He swallows thickly.

“I have thought about it,” Cassian eventually tells you, carefully admitting the words like he never expected he’d ever say them aloud and is completely unprepared.  “Sometimes.  Sometimes when… when I am about to sleep.  I think of… of you.  What you taste like.  Right here.”  He barely slips the tip of his finger back between your folds, fluttering his eyelashes at the way you’re still dripping in his hand.  “I bet you are so sweet.  Will you let me find out?”

Except.  Except you’re suddenly blanking.

He’s… he’s thought about you before?  Like this?  Fuck, he isn’t just… just saying that, right?  Just telling you what you want to hear?  Because fuck, it’s almost too good to be true; like everything out of his mouth since you first put his cock in yours has somehow sounded even better than the last.  You feel like you’re dreaming, and it.  It makes you almost frantic with need, overcome with the desire to solidify your connection with him before it can be ripped away like it always is.

You don’t respond to him.  You just quickly wiggle out of your sweatpants and get on top of him, swinging one of your legs around Cassian’s hips.  The spice is held in one hand while the other reaches down and aligns his cock right up against your opening.

Cassian grabs your thighs tightly and takes a long, shuddery breath under you.  Fuck, he really is a dream, isn’t he?  Long and lithe and beautiful, still throbbing and pulsing and ready for you after you already swallowed his first load.  You straighten your back and slowly sit down on his cock, letting the thick, hard length of it break you open slowly.

His hands trace up to your hips and then slide along the gentle curves of your sides, measuring the size of your ribcage before eventually grasping both of your tits in his palms.  You breathe through the pleasure and the stretch, letting Cassian pinch and roll your nipples between his fingers as you gradually slide down him and come to a rest flush against his pelvis.

Fuck he feels spectacular.  You can feel him pulsing inside of you, fitting and stretching the contours of your slick cunt perfectly.  You shiver and clench around him, finishing off the last hit of spice as you roll your hips slightly to adjust to the tight fit of his cock.

You twist your shoulders to carefully toss the smoldering roach into the sink when it’s done, really taking your time with aiming it to make sure you don’t miss.  The second it lands in the metal basin is the second Cassian grinds his hips up into yours while giving both of your nipples a gentle tug, and a jolt of pleasure rocks its way down your spine.

“Im-impatient,” you whisper, trying to scold him but it comes out sounding all wrong, far more needy and breathy than you wanted.

“I wanted my tongue in your pussy,” he whispers back in reminder, squeezing your tits as you start to circle and grind against him, letting you both enjoy the sensation of each other without any solid aim at the moment.  “You could not wait.”

“Later,” you gasp, tipping your head back and just—fuck, just enjoying his cock.  Enjoying how it feels, pressing up deliciously tight against something inside you that just absolutely loves the pressure.  You scoot yourself back just a bit, just so he is really shoved up hard against that spot as you grind and roll your body.  It ignites sparks deep in your floor muscles, makes you clamp tighter around him as you slowly ride your best friend’s cock.

And stars, Cassian just watches you.  He drags his hands over your naked body as it swells and rocks back over his hips like waves in the ocean.  He’s still completely clothed, and while something inside you wants you to get him as naked as your are, rub your exposed skin against his and make sure he never forgets how you feel against him, most of you is just fucking burning at the eroticism of being so bare and tall above him while he looks at you.

“Later,” he eventually repeats after you, definitively confirming what you said.  Cassian’s voice is somehow soft and rough at the same time, quiet but tight and hoarse in his throat.  “I will taste you later.”

You jerk a nod in agreement, starting to gain just a little bit of a rhythm on top of him.  Your eyes flutter closed as you lean your weight back slightly and begin to pull up when your hips twist in towards him, and then sinking back down on his cock when your hips circle back around again.

“Fuck,” you hear Cassian grit as you keep doing that, relaxing your lower muscles as he’s thrusted into you and then clamping down on his length as it’s slowly dragged out.  “Fuck, you are—a-amazing, caraya.  You are.  You are—fuck—”

A sinful heat starts simmering deep inside you as Cassian cuts himself off with a gasp and squeezes his eyes shut, starts rocking his pelvis up in time with your slow, sensual rotations.  Both of his hands clamp down hard over your hips as they continue to undulate in slow circles around his cock.

“Maker,” you whisper, trying to focus on your rhythm instead of the terrifying, building sensation inside of you.  Fuck, you can literally feel the threat of your orgasm start to carefully wind itself around the base of your spine, simmering and sparking with dark pleasure as it gradually spreads its electric claws outwards.  It’s huge.  You can already feel it gathering together inside you, culminating into something monstrous and fierce.

Cassian says your name, and you suddenly blink your eyes open at the unexpected urgency and tightness in his voice.  Your vision takes a second to focus on his gorgeous face, and when you immediately see the same exact storm of swirling desperation in his eyes, your jaw goes slack as you speed up, trying to chase him as Cassian all but hurtles towards the blinding explosion nearing its detonation.

“Fuck, I—” he gasps, and then he’s suddenly going rigid under you and cumming deep in your slick heat with a desperate sound, shuddering and gasping for you as his thumbs dig into your thighs.  Fuck, you grind harder, trying to find and focus on your favorite angle now as Cassian whimpers through the bliss and writhes under you, throbbing and pumping in steady, helpless jolts.

You whimper, too—fuck, you’re almost there, you’re gasping and trying to surrender to the swelling sensation, but it’s so intense and overwhelming and you’re close to tears because you’re fighting it just as much as you’re seeking it out, and—

And then the breath is suddenly knocked out of you when Cassian reaches up to grab you and flip the both of you over, your back coming down hard against the mattress.  He kneels between your legs, hooks both of your calves over his shoulders, props his arms next to your head, and then he starts thrusting.

You sob brokenly, slapping an open palm against his chest.  Fuck, his cock is still so hard and it shreds up achingly deep against that blinding spot so perfectly, you can’t focus on anything anymore.  The dark, evasive build immediately twists up sharp and impending as Cassian fucks you steady and deep, and you start to muffle your cries and gasps into the back of your hand.

But then, oh—words are coming, too.  Oh Maker, you can feel the urge to say them rise up along with the ferocious stirrings of your orgasm, clawing its way out of your throat before you can do anything to stop it.

“Fuck—” you tear your hand away to sob brokenly, not being able to stop yourself as the tsunami begins to peak, “oh, fuck—I love you.  Oh, fuck, I—I love you, Cassian—I love you, I—IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou—”

His cock splinters up against sheer euphoria inside you as you cum with a desperate wail of his name, pussy clamping down hard as it erupts into searing hot ecstasy around him.

—and then suddenly Cassian is lurching against you and bringing his lips down to yours, licking into your mouth and cumming deep inside you once more.  Maker, you nearly scream at the sensation, your tight cunt milking the throbbing length of him with endlessly wet, hot contractions as he grinds you both through the aching bliss.  He kisses you like he’s wanted to do it for years, bites your bottom lip as you whimper and spasm wildly around him.

Fuck, you can hear the mess you’re both making.  It’s obscene, filling the room with the slick sound of your desperate coupling.  Cassian eventually pulls his mouth away to look down at where he’s rocking into your drenched cunt, the evidence of his own pleasure slicking up hard lines of his erection.

Your eyes roll back when he doesn’t stop thrusting.

***

You lose track of everything.

Time, direction, responsibility—nothing matters, because Cassian goes on like that.  For hours, taking you apart every single way you can imagine.  You fuck the effects of the spice out of your body until nothing exists but him—Cassian’s cock stretching you, his tongue gliding along your skin, his whispered words of broken praise murmured against your neck.

Strangely, your body feels absolutely amazing when you finally manage to gain the slightest bit of awareness of your obligations again.  You feel like you’re floating above everything, almost dreamlike in how unbelievably satisfied you feel.  

You slowly blink up at the ceiling, and then suddenly remember the nine-hundred call you have to make.  You’re both naked, sprawled out on top of your mattress, and Cassian—

“Cass—” you rasp, pulling on the thick waves of hair tangled between your fingers and feeling his hot tongue slip out of your pussy.  It’s still slightly dark in your room, but that could just be the horrendous weather blocking the sun.  “What—what time is it?  Did we miss—?”

“Almost eight,” Cassian rumbles low against your thigh.  “We still have some time before we need to get up.”

You lurch into startled awareness, getting go of him to prop yourself you on your elbows.  “But that’s—no, we have to shower, and—”

“A ten minute walk to the hangar from here, yes?”  Cassian reasons, pressing a lazy kiss to your thigh and not sounding bothered in the slightest.  “Twenty minutes to shower together, ten minutes to get dressed.  We have at least ten more minutes before we need to think about getting up.”

You shudder and blink down at him, naked and relaxed as he mouths over your skin.  Maker, how can everything change and yet still be so familiar at the same time?

“I think I might crash my x-wing today,” you finally breathe out, dropping your shoulders back down to the mattress once again.

“No,” he returns, turning his head to kiss your other thigh.  “You will not.  Because I checked my holopad earlier, and they sent the coordinates for red squadron’s patrols.”

You narrow your eyebrows at the ceiling.  What does that have to do with anyth—?

And then you suddenly go shock-still under him, trying not to let the blind, overwhelming hope surge up inside you.

“Bring extra credits, caraya,” Cassian murmurs, lowering his head back down between your legs.  “We are going to Lothal.”

[taetaespeaches]

“You cocky little bitch.”

jungkook x reader (or oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.6K

a/n: this was written in a love-struck daze for one Jeon Jeongguk and I have no idea if it’s any fucking good at all but ya know what, I needed to indulge myself. This is literally just Guk’s partner reacting to Dynamite with him and yeah, that’s the plot. I hope you all enjoy and thank you for reading :)) I’m gonna go watch dynamite 50 more times before I sleep! 

AS soon as your boyfriend walked through the front door of your apartment you were grabbing his hand and pulling him to the kitchen. The scene was set: laptop on the kitchen counter, white screen on display, volume turned up to the maximum level.

“We’re watching it in the kitchen?” Jungkook asked you, a small smirk playing on his lips. You knew that look. He was about to wreck you.

“Don’t question me, Jeon, the counter provides the perfect height for me to be able to see the screen properly and the kitchen is a large enough space that I can jump around without kicking the fucking coffee table and stubbing my toe and running the whole experience,” you ranted to him, beyond ready to watching this fucking video.

“Ok, ok, you lunatic, are you sure you’re ready for this?” That smirk was still there. What the fuck do you do in this video, Jeon?

“What did I say about questioning me?” Jungkook’s smirk finally formed into a full smile, his eyes crinkling just the way you adored, you grinning in return as you faced the laptop. “Ok, no talking on the first play, you can tell me all the behind the scenes stuff later.”

“Aye aye, Captain,” he teased, you shaking your head as you pressed play.

You wiggled as the Big Hit intro played, your anticipation peaking. When the scene cut to a pinkish sky with six out of seven members standing in a group you smiled widely. “Ah, I see you went for the cocky vibe.”

Jungkook scoffed in response, but it wasn’t a scoff that was telling you to shush, it was more of a scoff that was telling you, just you wait. “You said no talking.”

“Shh,” you quickly shushed him, Jungkook snickering as he snuck his hand into yours, intertwining his fingers with yours.

As Jimin appeared front and center, the other members dispersing, and did a sassy little gun gesture, you let out an “oof,” Jungkook giggling beside you. “He’s cool.”

When it cut to Jungkook sitting in a bedroom, his vocals starting off the song, your eyes were glued to the screen, and Jungkook was entranced by you.

The Jungkook on the screen took a drink of milk and when he wiped away the milk mustache, giving a cocky little head snap, your eyes widened.

You felt you were keeping your composure pretty well for a person whose boyfriend was acting like, um, that in a music video, but Jungkook was highly amused by the way your jaw kept dropping open wide and wider as his verse went along.

And if your opened mouth wasn’t enough to give your lack of chill away, the gasp you let out as he sang, “like a rolling stone,” in the cockiest tone you’d ever heard come out of this man sure as hell gave you away.  You swear you didn’t fucking breath his entire verse and when he sang, “iced tea and a game of ping pong,” with another cocky ass gesture with his widened eyes looking like a whole ass fucking meal, your body reacted in a physical jolt, you covering your mouth as Namjoon took over.

“You ok, baby?” Jungkook asked you with that goddamn smirk.

You couldn’t help it, you had to pause. With the video stilled on Namjoon in a record shop, you slowly turned to your boyfriend putting your free hand on your hip as you looked at him with your mouth still open, perhaps in a state of shock.

His smile grew wider and wider and finally, you exhaled. “You should have fucking warned me,” you complained, raising your arm and using his own hand to hit himself in the chest lightly. Your boyfriend fell into giggles, you finally coming out of your shock, but you figured not for long. “What the fuck, dude?”

“Should we continue?” He teased, you taking a deep breath.

“Should I- just, should I be prepared for death right now?” You asked him, Jungkook giggling in that boyish way that you were beyond smitten with.

“You’ll be ok,” he grinned, leaning toward the laptop to press play again.

Jungkook continued to look from the screen to you, his gaze lingering on your constant changing facial expressions as Namjoon and Hoseok had their moments on the screen, you letting out a series of ooh’s and oh wow’s, hyping his members for their appearances and their verses.

When Jungkook reappeared with a donut in hand, your mouth widened again before you bit your lip, a small squeal slipping out. Your hand squeezed your boyfriend’s, Jungkook leaning into you, bumping his shoulder against yours, basking in his effect on you.

At Jimin’s part, you started dancing a bit, yelling out an excited, “Jiminnnn,” making Jungkook laugh loudly. When Taehyung appeared on the screen, you gasped, taking a step back, Jungkook throwing his head back as he cackled at your reaction. You started shaking your free hand excitedly, not sure what to do with all your energy in your elated state.

When Namjoon came back on screen, you leaned closer to the laptop, asking Jungkook, “is that Yoongi in the back?” Anticipation coating your words. As Yoongi started his part, you jumped up and down quickly, yelling out, “yes Yoongi,” dragging the words out, Jungkook giggling like a school boy. At Yoongi’s little kick move, you shouted an impressed, “oh goddamn,” Jungkook falling toward you as he laughed.

You were grooving along as Jimin started singing again and when the group showed up, your man leading the pack, you groaned in your fucked up state of glee.

“Dude, fucking stop,” you whined out, Jungkook swelling with pride as you shook the hand that was wrapped up in his vigorously. “Why do you look like that, what are you doing?” You complained, almost angry by how attractive your boyfriend was.

As Tae took the center position, you shook your head slowly. “Oh, our girl is dead,” you said, referring to Taehyung’s girlfriend. Jungkook giggled, and you continued the slow movement of your head back and forth. “There’s no way she made it through this.”

The video went through a series of shots, the boys having fun dancing and being the absolute cutest and you started dancing along with them again, Jungkook joining in next to you. You ended up in a coordinated hip bumping move, both of you giggling and having the time of your lives.

When Jin appeared at the center, you yelled out, “Jinnie!” Jungkook joining in this time, also shouting out, “Jin-hyung!”

As the dancing scenes continued, you and Jungkook continued dancing, Jungkook slipping behind you, grabbing both of your hands and holding your arms out straight, almost like an airplane. He directed your arms to move around, you both laughing as he led your dancing, your eyes still on the screen.

When the music cut out, Jimin appearing alone on the screen, Jungkook wrapped his arms around your shoulders, swaying cutely with you, kissing your cheek as you smiled widely. Then your boyfriend came back on the screen, Jimin jumping on his back making you audibly coo.

“God you guys are the fucking cutest,” you whined.

“Oh, not as cute as you, Holly,” he complimented, nuzzling his face in your neck as you started grooving again.

“There’s about 20 million ARMY’s piling into this video right at this moment who would definitely disagree, sir,” you teased back, Jungkook’s giggles tickling the skin on your neck. You beamed at the dancing scenes, especially your boyfriend’s bedroom dancing, Jungkook smiling widely as he watched the screen with you, his cheek pressed against your own.

When the song ended, Taehyung closing the video out by putting a pair of sunglasses on with a little smirk, you sucked air between your teeth. “She’s a goner,” you said, again referring to his girlfriend.

“And what about you? Are you a goner?” Jungkook asked, kissing the side of your face repeatedly, you giggling as you spun in his arms, wrapping your forearms around the back of his neck.

“I don’t really know what I am,” you giggled, Jungkook laughing with you. “I was unprepared, I can tell you that much.”

“Did you like the song?” He asked, you nodding immediately.

“That was so fun, baby, it was amazing,” you complimented. “Truly, and you opening it like that? How dare you.”

He threw his head back in laughter, you continuing your lecturing. “Like oh my god, Jungkook,” you let out a small laugh. “You cocky little bitch.”

“Did it work for you?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow as he kept up his cocky act.

You flashed him a slight glare, poking your tongue to the inside of your cheek. “Well why don’t you take me into the bedroom and find out,” you suggested, Jungkook’s smile growing as he immediately started dragging you out of the kitchen to your room. “Maybe after you can show me some of those sick dance moves you did towards the end there,” you teased, Jungkook’s eyes crinkling as he beamed at you.

“Which ones? Oh you mean,” he slid away from you, “these ones?” He asked, going right into the moves he pulled at the end of the video, which you later decided to dub the ‘high knee shuffle’ and the ‘I’m a cocky little bitch and I know it but I be jamming’.

“Oof, baby, oh my god, is this foreplay? ‘Cause it’s working,” you joked, Jungkook laughing as he made his way back to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, yours settling on his chest. “You’re just spoiling me now.”

“Always,” he whispered with another cocky expression before falling to the mattress, pulling you down with him.

He was cocky, but the man had reason to be. That’s for damn sure.

[prolestari]

Alice in Borderland (2020)

Summary: A group of friends end up in a deserted Tokyo only to discover they are now players in a life or death game.

My Rating: 9.5/10

Pros: It’s Squid Game but better. The characters are really likable, even the antagonists, and the plots outside of the game itself actually go somewhere, which were two huge problems with Squid Game imo. It’s also really harrowing without being terrifying.

Cons: Not much off the top of my head, except that I wish certain story lines had been longer because they were so fun. Also, can Arisu please take a shower.

Fanfic-ability: 10/10. This is every fanfic writer’s dream. Great cast of characters, a relatable world with rule flexibility, tons of space before, during, and after canon to work with. Ships are available and plenty.

I highly recommend this show for anyone who like suspense or action. I did not watch the dub so I can’t comment on that, but it’s there for the subtitle-adverse. Plus this is the perfect time with season 2 slated for the end of 2022! More spoiler-y thoughts under the cut.

There was a lot I liked about this show. I liked that Arisu was so successful because he’s really smart, and even the athletic and powerful players recognized that. His grief after episode 3 was really authentic, and I liked that he felt despair instead of anger, like I would have expected.

I LOVE Usagi!! I love that she is all in for teamwork, and isn’t some one-dimensional typical girl whose entire personality is that she kicks ass. Plus, her connection to Arisu is emotional, not just about winning the game. I really like how their dynamic played out. Chisiya (Cheshire) and Kuina are CLOSE seconds. What an amazing team they are! God that fight between Kuina and Samura was fantastic. Honestly all the characters were just really interesting and I’m sorry half of them ended up dead because I wanted more.

I’m glad that the game remained the main villain, and this didn’t turn into a “but who was the real bad guy? it was humanity all along” sort of slog. I am debating reading the manga to learn where it goes, as I’m super curious about the four suits. I am holding onto hope that when the game masters are all revealed it’s something really good, and not just like, bored rich people.

[whatissleepeven]

Hey heyyy!~ I hope you're having a good day, Legend! May I request the brothers reacting to MC making a whole meal at like 3am because they slept through dinner and got real hungry,,, Please remember to take good care of yourself!

This ask made me go the humor route with the hcs I'm sorry -

And thank you, I will!! I hope you're doing the same, Dean!

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Obey Me demon brothers reacting to MC making a whole-ass meal at 3am

Lucifer

Lucifer.exe has stopped working

First you skip dinner, and now you're eating at unholy hours of the morning??

On a school day???

11/10 disappointed and a little angry

"And just what do you think you're making at..." *checks his watch because he will not be caught looking anything but prim and proper* "...three in the morning?"

You stop stirring the pot, looking at him as if you were dead inside. Which, at three a.m., you were. "Mac n' cheese. There's chicken in the oven." You state bluntly. "You want any?"

Lucifer's a bit taken aback at your lack of formality with him, but he finds it...strangely endearing. With a sigh that pierced his very soul, he leaned against the counter next to you.

There's a twitch of his lips, as if he's trying hard to not smile. "I'll have to decline this time."

You drained the pot of noodles into the strainer, giving it a good few shakes as you eyed the oven. "So, next time then?"

He frowned, crossing his arms as he glared. "There won't be a next time, now will there?"

You gulped. You forgot exactly who you were talking to due to your stomach currently dying of agony, but his tone quickly reminded you. "Y-Yeah, there won't be! Promise!"

You were going to break that promise and he knew it. Opting to ignore it for now, he glanced at the oven as the aroma of chicken began to fill the kitchen. "Where did you even find a chicken, anyways?"

"I went to Hell's Kitchen with Beel to find out if they had human food. Asked them where they got it from, and how." You shrugged. "Process of deduction."

"I see..." Is all that he said, watching you flit around the kitchen to make yourself a plate. You cut the chicken, happily adding it to your pile of mac n' cheese.

"Beel, it's ready!" You call out, startling him a bit. He pinches his brow as the sound of footsteps rapidly approached the kitchen, a starry-eyed Beel making his own plate.

He really should've expected this.

"Please don't make this a habit, you two."

He'll let it slide for now, and punish you later on in the day. How could he tell you off when you looked so happy eating a human meal with one of his brothers?

Mammon

All he wanted was to grab a Devil Dew from the fridge. Seriously, that's it.

It was dark, so he flicked on the light switch and shrieked yelled once he saw you casually eating big ziti at the counter.

He has questions, but more importantly...

"What the devil are ya doing, eatin' in the dark?!"

You narrowed your eyes at him, jabbing your fork in his direction.

"Either turn off the light or grab some ziti. I made extra."

Well, it...did look good. It must've been human food from the package you had shipped to the House earlier.

“...Alright, human, but just this once!”

It does not become “just this once”

He took a seat next to you, piling some ziti onto his plate and taking a bite. To be honest, he had peeked into your room to see if you were still asleep and panicked once he saw no one inside, so he spent a solid five minutes running through the entire House to catch even a glimpse of you. 

The frantic energy burnt made him thirsty, so he decided to take a break and come to the kitchen and holy shit this is actually really good -

“...Oi. What’s this made out of?”

- And that’s how he discovered his crippling addiction to cheese.

Seriously he’ll ask you if you’re making ziti whenever it’s your turn to cook

“Sorry if I startled you too bad.” You laughed quietly, watching as he scooped more onto his plate with an awed look in his eyes. “You like the ziti?”

A fork was shoved in your face, close to touching your nose. “The Great Mammon doesn’t get startled, ya hear? A-And yeah...this isn’t half-bad.”

Not gonna lie, you were a bit surprised when he actually sat down to eat ziti with you, but in the words of Beel: “Food always tastes better when you’re eating with friends.”

Even though he has the fattest crush on you but we don’t talk about that here

In the end, you smiled softly at him. “Then let’s do this again sometime.”

“Oh HELL YEAH!!” He cheered, and you knew that you couldn’t ever say no to him. 

Especially not with what he added afterwards in a quieter voice. 

“Just...make sure to eat dinner with all of us too, got it?”

Leviathan

“Is this like that one episode of Demfeed: Unsolved where they tried to put aggro on the spirits by eating their favorite dish at 3 in the morning?!”

You...hated that you knew what he was talking about. The two of you would watch that show whenever you were finished with an anime binge, and you were usually laughing at your own commentary (and theirs) than paying actual attention to the process of catching a ghost. Instead, you just slowly brought the spoon to your lips and slurped up some more cereal.

“...If I tell you yes, then will you turn off the light?”

You swear that you have never seen this shut-in otaku move that fast in your life. In one swift motion he flicked the light switch off, grabbing a turquoise bowl and pouring his own cereal.

He took a seat next to you, stars in his eyes as he began to eat. 

“Let’s summon them together!”

And who were you to say no? You were glad that he didn’t bring up the fact that you basically skipped dinner, content to have this quiet time with you in the present.

You lightly shoved his shoulder with a snort. “Let’s hope that we don’t end up accidentally summoning Lucifer instead.”

“Who will be summoning me, exactly?”

You and Levi freeze. Slowly, you both turn to see the eldest brother standing in one of the doorways with his arms crossed and a murderous look on his face.

The tight smile he gave could bury you both six feet under. “It’s good to see you up and about after skipping dinner. Are you making up for lost time?”

Levi nudged you. You side-eyed him.

Without warning you threw your spoon to the ground and yelled.

“SCATTER!!”

And just like Ratatouille, you both bolted out of the kitchen with an angry Lucifer on your heels. You and Levi didn’t get caught, but the next morning you two had to sit and listen to one of Lucifer’s lectures at the dining table.

- You ended up missing breakfast.

(All it takes is the whisper of that one blessed word, and the two of you would devolve into a fit of laughter. Levi still joins you for your “Cursed Meal Runs”, as he dubbed it.)

Satan

He had seen the light on in the kitchen and wondered just who, exactly, would be up at this time??

Especially on a school night day???

(Actually he assumed it was Beel, but it didn’t hurt to go and check it out just in case it was an intruder, now did it?)

“What is- Oh. I see.”

(As you can tell, he immediately gets what’s going on the minute he spots you eating pizza like it’s the end of the world.)

There’s an amused smile on his face as he sits down across from you. “You’ve finally decided to eat something?”

You swallow the food in your mouth, glancing between him and the takeout box you had delivered from Hell’s Kitchen. “I can’t help it that Belphie wanted a sleepover in the middle of the afternoon! ...Okay, I can help it a little, but still; whenever we sleep, I’m dead to the world for the rest of the day.”

He hums in agreement, knowing the power of his brother’s endless soft blankets and squishy but just right pillows. “Instead of making something yourself, you chose to order pizza?”

You put another slice onto your plate, and was- yep, half the box is already gone. You must’ve been really hungry, he thought. “I just had a craving for it and it hits different at night- hey, stop laughing!”

He couldn’t help it. You were just full of surprises, weren’t you? But that’s what made you endearing to him.

He covered his mouth in an attempt to stifle the noise, eyes softening into something more intimate once they fell on your face again. “Forgive me, you just caught me by surprise. Do you mind if I take a slice? Thank you. Since we’re here, I wanted to talk to you about the show you recommended to me... Fringe, was it? I watched the first episode, and let me say...”

Your late-night (early morning) rendezvous ended up feeling like a date. Then again, anything you do with Satan ends up feeling like a date.

(He also lightly scolded you for missing out on dinner with them because it wasn’t a healthy habit to get into, but he hinted at wanting to do this again sometime with you. Overall, he wasn’t actually mad at you.)

...

(Though, the pizza was delicious. Was it because you were with him? You two would have to order it again sometime soon to “test his theory”.)

Asmodeus

Let me be honest, this man is big on his beauty sleep.

Also, he sleeps like the dead.

However, there was one night where he just...could not sleep.

So he went to go rinse some water into his face in hopes of getting out of this stupor when he heard a rustle from the kitchen.

“...-za! Pasta! Put it in a booooooox!!”

...Was that supposed to be singing??

He peeked his head into the kitchen to see you stirring a pot, quietly singing some horrendous song that you no doubt had shown Levi.

“What in the world are you cooking to make you sing like that?”

Asmo’s voice made you jump a little. With a smile you beckoned him over, only after making him promise to be quiet so that you both didn’t incur Lucifer’s wrath.

“I’m making pasta from Mammon’s frozen Hellsauce Noodles. Uh...don’t tell him.”

Look me in the eyes and tell me this man isn’t a prankster. He literally tried to get you to snap a picture of Lucifer sleeping.

He gave you a wide smile, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Oh, don’t worry; I won’t tell a soul...as long as I can have some, of course!”

- Well. This is rare. Asmo almost never has food at a cursed hour like this, much less spicy food. You nod your head over at an empty seat, telling him to just take your plate.

Once it’s done, you both take a minute to chat as it cools down.

“-nd then he threatened to switch my nail polish out for paint. Actual paint!”

...Isn’t nail polish just paint for your nails? But you kept that thought to yourself, letting the disgruntled demon gripe about a certain shady sorcerer.

Having a late-night meal with Asmo was fun and pretty chill, considering that he didn’t attempt to make one R-Rated joke while you ate. It must’ve been because he was tired, but you were leaning more towards the fact that this must be what Asmo was like when he let his guard down.

It was...nice.

“...Thanks for this, Asmo.”

Asmo smiled like he knew what you meant, but then again...maybe he did.

“Of course, love! Oh, but don’t skip out on dinner again you hear? It’s bad for your health to miss a meal.”

Beelzebub

Hungry boi already knows that you’re making a meal before even you know you’re making a meal

You were getting the pots and pans out to make a feast for yourself when you turned around and nearly screamed. Beel was peeking around the corner, staring at you with intent as his stomach rumbled.

“...What are you making?”

Once you calm yourself, you smile and beckon him over. “I planned on making a big breakfast. I may have missed dinner, but this is one meal I wouldn’t miss for the world!”

You didn’t tell him it was because it reminded you of home, with your loved ones (be it friends or family or, even, just you and your pets). You set to work whipping up some French Toast and bacon, having on numerous occasions to lightly swat Beel’s hands away from the food.

He does end up helping you, though. He tries his best, but he sneaks a sausage from the plate when you aren’t looking.

He thinks he’s being sneaky.

(You know. You still let him do it.)

“Beel, can you pull the biscuits out of the oven?”

“Sure.”

It’s a comfortable silence as you two put together a breakfast feast fit for kings. You ended up making more than you initially were due to Beel’s appetite, but seeing the awestruck look (which was accompanied by a wide smile) on his face as he took a bite of French Toast was worth the extra work.

“I take it you like it?”

He gives you a puppy-eyed look. “...Can we have this later today?”

And, really, could you ever say no to Beel when he asks so sweetly?

You laugh as you take a bite out of your biscuit, eyeing the oven because the last thing you had put in were the cinnamon rolls. “Of course. We should still have enough to do this one more time.”

He beams, going to town on the rest of the food. The whole scene is so domestic that you almost miss his next words.

“Just...don’t skip dinner again. It’s just as important as breakfast, and I like seeing you eat with us.”

- And just like that, you promise him to not skip dinner again if you can help it. The two of you do continue to make small meals at unholy hours of the morning, though, much to the ire of Lucifer.

(Also, whenever Beel is making his midnight runs to the fridge, he now drags you along to see if you’d make something. Whenever you do, he’s overjoyed and giving you all the hugs for your hard work.)

Belphegor

...Listen

Listen -

Homeboi sleeps most of the day away. He’s probably the reason you missed dinner in the first place.

“...I should’ve expected this, really.”

You whirl on him, your dominant hand not once stopping in its stirring. Even though it was early in the morning (not even Levi was up), you had a bright look in your eyes.

Your stomach rumbled loud enough for both of you to hear. Belphie raised an eyebrow, the edges of his lips curling into an amused smile.

You coughed awkwardly. “Listen, do you want chicken noodle soup or not?”

He doesn’t eat, but he does watch you bustle around the kitchen with a soft look in his eyes. Something about the whole scene was comforting, and for once he didn’t feel like falling asleep.

“Soup soup soup soup soup soup soup...!” You chanted quietly, bouncing from foot to foot as if it’d prepare the food faster. He chuckled at your enthusiasm, resting his head on his beloved cow-printed pillow as he stared.

“It’s done!!” You whisper-shout, all but slamming the bowl down as you took a seat next to him.

Belphie glanced over at you in amusement. “Is this going to become a common thing with you?” He questioned, keeping a straight face even as you scowled at him.

“You know the exact reason why I’m here in the first place. Just so you know I’m starving, Sleeping Beauty, so please excuse me as I down this piping hot soup like it’s the end of the world.”

That actually forced a snort out of him, shifting to instead lean his head on your shoulder. “C’mon, you don’t mean that. Why don’t you come sleep with me? It’s too early to be eating, anyways.”

You poke his side with your free hand. “Watch it, mister. Again, why do you think I’m here in the first place?”

He said nothing after that, closing his eyes with a small smile. Even though it was early, he wasn’t particularly annoyed; if anything, he felt...at peace.

He didn’t condone you for missing dinner, especially if it meant that he’d get more tranquil moments like this.

For now, though...let this peace last just a bit longer.

[steve0discusses]

S5 Ep 28: You’ll Never Guess What Happened to Mokuba

Lets start off this episode at the heels of the last, with a weird dutch angle that kind of clips Weevil into this wall on the right but don’t worry about it. Animation, being an abstract drawn medium, lets us do weird ass perspective choices like this that would be absolutely hell to watch in live action and impossible to recreate. So lets embrace it, just like how Yugi immediately accepted that Rex and Weevil hella died in front of him and there’s nothing he can do about it.

Bakura kind of doing a solid since Weevil and Rex did happen to murder that entire Caltrain--if those people were even real on that Caltrain? S4 left it a little open ended. (Or at least it was the dub that did. The dub desperately trying to bring down that Death Count number and failing to do so.)

Anyway, in case you were like “Ah, no, Bakura has all the millennium items, just like he always wanted!” he just straight up gives them back.

Incredible character growth on Bakura here.

Although, he did decide to keep the necklace, which we have already clarified does not need to be “given” back to Bakura because it goes where it wants. It can fly, it can dissolve, it can even roll around on those little dongles. That necklace schmoves when it wants to schmove.

So Bakura decides to finally tell Yugi how this all works because it’s S5 and we still have literally no idea. Like we probably wouldn’t have gotten quite so lost in America/India for an entire season and a half if Yugi and Pharaoh just had any idea how to use these damn cards and items and weren’t randomly throwing them at a wall (which I can’t believe is canon, that you must thrust them at a cursed wall, but do it wrong, and you have freakin Dartz all over again.)

Anyway we find out from Bakura that we were using the wrong wall anyway, we want the one that looks like a golden sarcophagus and has neat little places to put each item like a spooky advent calendar. We saw that wall dude back in S1 with Pegasus, sometimes referenced throughout the series, and honestly I forgot that it exists so thanks Bakura, for the refresher.

(read more under the cut)

Dunno why in S1, Bakura was so adamant about doing this all himself, or why in S2 he clearly wanted to mess around with God Cards, but maybe being dead in S2 gave him time to think and realize...he doesn’t really need to steal anything. Maybe getting possessed by Marik at the end of S2 made Bakura way more lazy, since this seems way more a Marik move to just let other people do all the hard work.

So Bakura finally decides to tell us secret past stuff. But I’m sure he’s leaving a fair amount of it out because Bakura is very clearly puppet master and everyone is completely falling for it.

It would tell us why Ryou is like “actually I will help my ghost remove itself from my damn body.” Does mean Ryou has to do some effed up stuff but damn if he can heal himself from the evil ghost that keeps killing everyone, he’ll do it.

Yugi sees this opportunity more as a way to help Pharaoh regain his memories and move on--but like...I live on the internet so I did find out the spoiler that at some point the end of this show will address that moving on is exactly what it sounds like and..............................show, wtf. Like I dunno how they’ll justify it in any way, but we’ve had 4 seasons of demonstrating that every time you remove Pharaoh from Yugi and visa versa, really bad stuff happens because both are not fully developed on their own. They’re both not a complete person, Pharaoh especially so. 

So it’s kind of weird to me that Yugi is down to go through with this when Bakura is being kind of blunt about what will happen if they do. I wouldn’t say Yugi and Pharaoh are all “nice! I’m so happy to be possessed!” but I was here in S4. I remember what happened when Yugi hella died.

and apparently so was Pharaoh who was like “EXCUSEY? We are not getting a brain divorce.”

And off he goes. Thanks for the lore dump that will force Yugi to do........the same thing Yugi was going to do anyway. To run over to the evil Mr Potatohead and shove all the items inside...just like he was going to do anyway.

But weird talk, Bakura. It was good to see you.

So off Bakura goes, to do more mischief because it’s been kind of a long time since he’s done anything and he needs to make up for the season and a half he spent taking a nap and binging TV.

Seto Kaiba is burning the early AM oil, no idea the scope of this crazy power point presentation he must be making--but sure hope those power point transitions are worth just not sleeping.

Also, we get a good look at this desk and it’s accompanied Worst Carpet Color I Have Ever Seen In My Life. Please admire the amount of cords this desk has, and they kind of go off onto the floor instead of into the desk? Love that. And---what is this thing?

OK I gotta go on a rant about this gadget. Like y’all I was alive when this episode came out and I have no idea what this tech is at all.

He clearly has a phone on the other side of his computer, so it’s not an answering machine. Is it like a music synthesizer? A baby toy where you click the button and it goes “moooo”? Like what the hell is this thing? It almost looks like a cash register or an ATM or something.

Like is it an intercom? It couldn’t be! Intercoms are used with your phone, which is on the other side of his computer. Also it’s REALLY early in the morning so no one else could be here to page (and it’s deffo not a pager).

OMG I just realized something. Is this the internet?

Holy crap what if this is his second phone line? Like we used to have multiple phone lines back in the day so that way one could use the internet, and then the other could be a working phone. Is this is his second line perhaps?

But no! It couldn’t be! There was wifi and broadband by 2003!

WTF is this thing???? It’s too small to be a fax machine. It has an up and down button like a printer but what the hell does it print...?

is it a stamp printer? Is Kaiba personally stamping and selling his duel disks himself? Is it a card printer? Is he testing printing individual cards? (which he couldn’t be doing because Pegasus makes the cards)

WTF is this thing???? If any of you figure this out please tell me, I have been on google image search digging though old tech and I cannot figure this out because it looks like a cassette player, but this is the 00′s when we used CD’s and thumb drives. You could barely even buy cassettes at this point.

Anyway, the power’s out, but Bakura can appear in your screen, which is a neat thing the Millennium items can hella do, but Yugi has never done.

eyyyyyyy it’s Mokuba! Looking good!

Also Mokuba’s looking hella twinner with that striped outfit next to Bakura’s. Gotta love a good blue stripe. (that Stockholme syndrome set in so fast it was there before he was even abducted wow)

So Kaiba goes “MY FREAKIN LIFE.” and pulls his cards case out of his desk.

TBH I feel like Kaiba wanted to get distracted. It’s like would you rather work on a project at 4-5 AM or would you rather duel to the death on top of a skyscraper? You know what Kaiba’s answer would be.

I don’t usually get a kick out of funky looking tweens because that’s just what you need to animate, and they should be funky, but this one got me good.

Anyway, Mokuba’s hella dead. Bakura just throwing down body counts to make up for Dartz and the past two filler arcs that didn’t have that many dead people, honestly.

Also, like...is my font too small here? The papyrus font has some presets that I tend to use because it’s easier, but if y’all are on the phone (no idea if tumblr lets you pinch and zoom) you’d tell me, right? I still have these caps around, and I can still change the sizes if need be. Please let me know if I made something that is illegible.

Anyway, Bakura says he’s doing this to make his final plan come together but damn does Bakura have a reason to get back at Seto Kaiba for that time that Seto Kaiba did basically nothing to save Bakura’s arse during that tournament.

Yo remember Dead Card Wife from S2?

The show decided to NOT forget about Dead Card Wife, and I find that shocking. I figured they’d be doing all they could to unwrite Dead Card Wife from all of our collective memories, but she’s still here! She even got a name! That I have already forgotten!

Freakin Seto Kabia’s going to have a human love interest and I don’t know how to parse that. Good freakin luck with that, writers.

And then Bakura, our Charlie Kelly (I think accidentally labelled Joey as a Charlie Kelly at one point, but it was wrong, it’s always been Bakura) decides to pull out the random card and left the game right before beating Seto and probably would have shoved his soul into the shadow realm.

Be aware that Kaiba has been working all night, and now probably assumes he’s fully asleep. It’s just like my roomate who took 32 hours of college classes one semester on top of a part time job (yes, that wasn’t allowed, but she begged the dean until they allowed it) and she was so screwed during finals week that she took a hell ton of caffeine pills, stayed awake for 36 hours, and started seeing a ghost man in our kitchen who stole our juice, drank it straight from the bottle, and vanished. (she failed nearly all of her exams, in case you were curious about the end of that story.)

No way that Seto thinks that any of this is real, although the dead Mokuba might make him question it come morning.

And then just out of freakin no where Bakura lobs this oily nugget across the stage:

What an amazing morning that Seto Kaiba is having. And you know he’s never going to finish that power point presentation. The power went out and totally lost all his work. Like Seto’s morning of “I’m going to be productive, I’m going to be the best” ended with a gross ass eyeball from his distant past.

Like how do you even log “Bakura lobbed a nasty false eyeball at me after killing my brother” into a bullet journal? You can’t. His day is ruined before it started and it was because he didn’t go the hell to bed the night before.

Like Kaiba seems pretty satisfied with being in love with a paper card that’s shaped like a dragon. Does he really need it to be in love with a person from 5000 years ago who is hella dead now? As far as un-attainable soul mates go, he should stick with dragons.

Also, considering that Pegasus and Kaiba are back on speaking terms...wouldn’t he just give the eye back?

Like obviously for the course of the show he won’t, but like...wouldn’t Kaiba just be like “I don’t want this.” and give it back the next time he and Pegasus go out to brunch? Seto doesn’t think the eye is haunted.

Anyway, lets go to Egypt. No idea what happened to Mokuba, Rex, or Weevil, the show decided to go to Egypt instead. (I’m assuming Grandpa buried their bodies in the parking lot, and Roland is in charge of hooking up Mokuba to the nearest computer orb)

Where we find out that Tea bought everyone’s tickets the day of departure.

Bro did some research and the price of this plane ticket is actually well below 6 grand for 3 tickets, but...still more than your average teenager.

I have mentioned before that these kids seem hella loaded going to this fancy school that had Seto Kaiba in it but damn, Tea too? Like is Joey the only average Joe person here? If there were a next season...pretty sure we’d find out that Tristan is secretly a prince or something. Where does their money come from?

Like for reals Tea doesn’t have a job anymore because she nearly got shot at the burger restaurant...

...or what if this is payout for that time she suffered damages at the burger restaurant? Maybe this is hush money so she won’t sue the burger chain?

Or...she won it in MMA fighting and we all know the correct answer to that one.

Anyway, marvel at Yugi bringing a carry-on of horrific cursed items onto a plane, staring the TSA agent directly in the face as his huge necklace keeps setting off the metal detector. Each of these kids are going to be patted down for being just the most sus people who ever entered an airport, especially after their last flight went down over the Himalayas.

Anyway, that’s all for today, and here’s the link to read these from the beginning if you’re new here:

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

[glassartpeasants]

Silver Serpent

Naga!Chronostasis/ Hari Kurono x F!Reader

Warnings: Double penetration, Monster fucking, dub con, biting, death, aphrodisiac, breeding,

A/N: You guys have no idea how much i look forward to writing for Chronostasis, man doesn’t get enough love <3

@zuffer-weird-girl @hello-lucky-luka @babayaga67

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The hissing sounds that the creature made seemed to be whispering all around you. You knew he knew where you were but he was just trying to scare you for his own sick gain. But boy was it fucking working. You would zip your head back and forth, back and forth trying to get any sort of glimpse of the silver scaled creature. It shouldn’t be that difficult to stop him considering the way his scales glistened when the moonlight hit it. 

Chrono was a favorite among the monsters since everyone complimented him on how beautiful his scales where. They looked like diamonds whenever a light hit them. Which eventually lead to the scientist taking off some of his scales to sell.

When you figured that out you were furious! If they thought he was so beautiful when in the ever loving hell would they take off his scales. You screamed at the head scientist before going to Chrono’s cage with a hot wet rag and a bucket of water along with other things.

You had sedated him in case he charged at you when you were fixing up his scales. Once you stepped inside the room you were filled with the sound of hissing. Not that you could blame the poor thing. Getting his scales tipped off by humans must be painful.

“Hey hey hey, shush its okay. I’m just here to fix your tail and try to help it heal. Can i show you please?” You showed him your supplies before slowly going towards his tail. You trace your hand down his tail before feeling around, finding all of his missing scales. 

“Your such a beautiful creature Chrono, can’t believe they’re hurting you like this.” You place the hot rag on his wound while slowly caressing it. You cleaned out the dirt that was hidden under his scales. You looked up at him and you saw him staring right back at you. 

Before you knew it his tail was even shinier than before. You went to ask him if he was happy when you feel yourself getting wrapped by his tail. You gasp out before he whipped you over to him bring you face to face. He stuck his tongue out at you before biting into your neck with his fangs. You figured that he was pumping you full of venom but you soon realized that it was a different sort of venom after you felt your body get hot.

He dropped you and and watched you walk away quickly covering your face in embarrassment as you skin felt hot. You walked out quickly and completely forgetting to lock his caged door.

Chrono slithered out of his cage and into the hallways, cutting any scientist that were in his way to follow you. He left a trail of dead bodies with cuts that littered their bodies. He stuck his tongue out and smelled you walking out the facility. He unlocked the other monsters cages telling them to quickly leave with their mates while he was going to finally burn this place to the ground. They all gave a confirmed nod grabbing their mates and children and ran away from the facility.

Chrono slithered faster down the hallways before going into the gas pressure room. He unlocked the door with the claws that adorned his fingers and pushed it open. He quickly grabbed the wheel and twisted it all the way before slithering all the way towards the door. 

He had managed to far enough away to see and hear the facility blow up. Fire covering the walls as it was crumbling to pieces the longer he stared at it. He let out a proud hiss before going on his way to find you.

This lead to where you were now hiding behind a tree while your whole body shook with painful pleasure. You were rubbing your thighs together trying to get some friction to your throbbing clit. Your shirt and pants were off because of your body being to hot to have them on. Your panties getting wet from all the slick that was growing down there. 

You knew what he wanted. He wanted you to submit and beg for him to fuck you. He wanted to see you crumble under his touch. But a monster could only hold out for so long before it goes completely feral. But thankfully for him, your will was weaker.

“F-fine! I can’t take it anymore! Please Please!” You call out to him, begging him to just get on with it. You soon hear a rustle of leaves before getting lifted up into the air. You opened you lidded eyes and saw the beautiful serpent that held you captive. 

“Thank you~” He hissed in a seductive tone. Your eyes widened. None of the other monsters really talked so hearing him talk was a surprise. You couldn’t help but look into his eyes as they seem to be hypnotizing. You felt a clawed hand grab your face before you felt his lips pressed against you neck, giving it little nibbles. You shiver at the contact as your legs were pushed apart a bit by the end of his tail. Your hands ran up his chest and into his hair making him shiver a bit. 

His tail soon started to rub against your clit on the outside of your panties. You moan a bit and whimper into his ear. His nibbles got more rougher the more you whimper and moan from him rubbing his tail against you. You let out a loud moan when you felt him slowly pushing the tip of his tail in.

“Sounds like you like that.” You shiver as he whispers in your ear. He chuckles as he sees you clutch onto his hair and press your body further into his. 

His tail slowly starts to push itself in and out, in and out at a slow pace making you feel every scale that went into you. His clawed hands ripped off your bra before taking one into his mouth. You whined while petting his head in encouragement, enjoy the stimulation your cunt and breasts were receiving. The feeling of his tongue swirling around your nipple made you clench down around his tail making him let out a grunt. 

Oh how he couldn’t wait to absolutely wreck you. Watch you crumble in his arms as he destroys your cunt so much that it will only know the shape of his cock. He was just waiting for the moment he would be able to bury himself in your tight cunt and watch as you take his eggs and be his little human incubator. Oh how hot you would look pregnant with his little hatchlings (thats the name for baby snakes). Oh he got so hard thinking about you being so pumped full that if he were to press a little on your tummy that some of his cum would pour out of your cunt.

His tail started to jack hammer your cunt hitting all the right spots all the while wiggling it everywhere. You let out little cries of pleasure as you try to bounce yourself harder on his tail. Water was glossing over your eyes and before you knew it you let out a scream and came all over his tail. Your body goes limp a bit before getting hot all over again. The aphrodisiac hitting harder then even before making your cry out to Chrono begging him to fill you up till you couldn’t take it anymore.

Watching you beg him to breed you was so hot for Chrono that he let his cocks coming out of his sheaths. You look down a bit before seeing both of his cocks rubbing against your cunt making him let out a groan. He moved around a bit before you felt both of your entrances be prodded at. 

He pushed it in quickly making you scream and claw at his back. Leaving marks all over his back. Grabbing your hips he started to thrust into you. You felt so full that all you could do was moan. You try bucking your hips into him only for him to grab your waist and his at you.

“You want me to go faster my little mouse? Want me to pound your holes until your begging me to slow down? Want me to fill you up so full that your guaranteed to get pregnant?” He said to you that made your cunt throb at the thought of being used as a cum dump. The thoughts of him pounding into you made you wrap your legs around his scaled waist.

“Please! Please go faster! Fuck me until i can’t walk! Breed me please! I need you-AH!” You were cut short by the feeling of his hips snapping against your own. His cocks hitting all the right spots inside you. You felt so good being used like this. Having your monster fill up both of your holes mad you feel so full. Your body twitched with every pound your cunt and ass received. 

The feeling of your warm walls surrounding both of his cocks made his cock twitch in excitement. He could feel your cervix with every thrust he gave your cunt. Your ass and pussy was so tight it felt like it was trying to keep him i there forever, hey he wouldn’t mind it. He wrapped his arms around your waist before biting into your shoulder and grunting.

Your fingers grip his hair harshly, tugging on it every time he hit that special spot. You cry out in the upmost pleasure with tears falling from your eyes.His fingers were digging into your ass cheeks, drawing blood as his claws sunk into your skin. Your legs twitched harshly before you let out a scream as you came all over Chrono’s cock. Drool poured out from your lips as you let your head fall onto his shoulder. 

“Mine. Mine. Mine.” Chrono mumbled as he picked up the pace. His cock started to throb as he felt his eggs slowly coming up from his cock. He let out a few more thrusts before fully pushing the tip of his cock in your womb and letting his eggs fill up your womb. Since he had two cocks he tried to push eggs into your ass as well. 

Chrono let out a hiss as he felt his entire cock be milked by your cunt. Draining him dry as he fertilized his eggs. His seed painting your walls white and filling up your entire womb and ass. His cum came in rivers it felt like as you’ve never felt so full in your life. 

He pulled out of your cunt and let his cocks go back into his sheath. Using his tail he lifted you up so your unt was close to his face. He smiled when he saw his cum drip down his legs since your holes couldn’t fit all of it. He pressed on your tummy a bit and saw a little bit coming out as well.

“Looks like your nice and stuffed my little mouse. But don’t worry, the funs not over yet since there’s another hole that i wanna stuff~”

[saffron-nova21]

XII. Rings and Stuffed Animals

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Warnings: Strong language, Suna is an asshole, manipulation/blackmail.

You know you were beating the metaphorical dead horse, trying to convince Sunarin that you two had been happy. But you couldn’t help it. You had to try, at the very least.

You know you were beating the metaphorical dead horse, trying to convince Sunarin that you two had been happy. But you couldn’t help it. You had to try, at the very least.

You know you were beating the metaphorical dead horse, trying to convince Sunarin that you two had been happy. But you couldn’t help it. You had to try, at the very least.

But you wanted your boyfriend back. You wanted him back. You wanted to be happy with him again. Though, you also knew that you needed to put your foot down at some point. You couldn’t put yourself through the prolonged heartbreak that would surely come.

As you walk down the sidewalk, you can feel a drop hit your head, looking up to notice that it was beginning to rain. How fitting.

Pulling the hood up to cover your head, you let out a quiet sigh, continuing the short walk to your home, soon reaching it. Opening the door, you slide out of your shoes, before walking towards your room, silently entering and shutting the door behind you.

The first thing you did was shower, mostly looking to warm up. Though, as the water hit you, and you were left away from prying eyes, you begin to feel your chest tighten, making it hard to breath. Then, you notice the lump in your throat and the way you’re gasping...

... Or, rather, sobbing. Choking on each breath, you realize you’re crying. Silence fills both your room and bathroom, all except for the water running.

No one knew that the person, just beyond that shower curtain was scared... And hurting... And sobbing silently into their palms as they sunk to to floor of the shower.

No one knew that despite holding your head high as you walked through the school hallways; that despite your polite smile and nod, even to those who you knew were speaking ill of you; that despite you saying you were quitting volleyball to focus on your studies; that despite your hope that Rintarō was going to be himself again and make everything right... You were hurting. You were in a lot of pain. And no one knew. No one cared.

...

It took you a few minutes to collect what you dubbed the most important items from your relationship.

The stuffed silver and melanistic fox he’d gotten you, the first time that you two had to spend more than a couple of days apart. The rings that you both had gotten: silver ones to decorate your hands that matched. The nail polish you guys always painted your nails with. The small box of notes that he had written you, during your time dating.

That seemed to be all you could carry, though. Except for a framed photo of you both, kissing under the mistletoe at the gym, during the Volleyball Club Christmas party.

So, you walked from your home, only pausing briefly to make sure the evidence of your breakdown was gone. Walking along the sidewalk, you glanced at the sky. It had stopped raining, briefly. Though you wondered how long it would be, before it started pouring.

With your gaze on the darkening sky, you don’t notice your childhood friends pausing momentarily at the sight of you, causing you to walk right into a particular blonde’s chest. Your eyes move to his and you take a step back, quickly avoiding the gaze of the two, nodding. “Miyas.”

You move to step around them, though Atsumu throws at an arm to stop you. “Y/N, please. Just talk to me...”

The pure desperation in his voice makes your heart hurt. “I’ve got to go. I’ll see you both around.”

Your curt voice makes Atsumu frown. You’d been crying. You might have thought he didn’t notice, but he did. He knew all of your tells. After all, he had been your best friend for nearly twelve years. He had fallen in love with you. He made it his job to know your tells.

And the way your brows were slightly furrowed, when still glistening with the slightest red tint to their corners, the way your hands unknowingly trembled, just talking to him... You’d been crying. And unlike every other time, he wasn’t there to help you. To hold you, while you sobbed.

As he watches your form fade from his sight, his shoulders slump. Before Osamu can say anything, Atsumu shoots his twin a withering glare. “I don’t want to hear it.” He spits, before beginning to trudge back in the direction of his home.

Bubble tea didn’t sound so good, anymore. Not when all he could remember, with every sip of the drink, was your smile and all the days you both spent together in the shop.

...

Rintarō raises an eyebrow as his eyes narrow at the bag, “What’s that?” His voice is wary, beckoning you onto his bed with him.

“They’re... They’re some thing from when we were dating. I thought maybe if you saw them, you’d remember something.” You try, wearing a weak smile as you crawl on top of his comforter with him, sitting with your legs crossed.

Surprisingly, he shrugs, “Alright, then show them to me, why don’t you?”

You nod as you begin to pull some of the items out. First, the fox.

You hand it to him, watching as he looks it over, a sense of familiarity washing over him, in the situation. “I gave you this...” He furrows his brows, before glancing at you. “Because you for upset that I had to leave town for a few weeks, for the training camp. You sure do whine a lot,” he grumbles as he carelessly attempts to toss the stuffed toy away, only for you to snatch it from his hands, before he could.

“We named him Winter. And we said if we ever had any kids, we were going to name them the same thing. Unless we adopt and aren’t able to pick one out.” You tell him, bringing the stuffed animal into your lap.

Rintarō shakes his head. “I’ve never wanted kids.” He mumbles.

“You started wanting them, after you helped me babysit. Because yeah, they’re a handful, but we’d get through it, together.” You explain.

“You must really think you’re something special, huh? Y/N, darling, if I said I wanted to run away and get married right now, you’d follow. Because you love me, even at your own expense. Even if you knew I didn’t mean it. So how do you know I meant it?” He crosses his arms and leans back a bit.

You frown, shaking your head, “Fuck you, Rintarō. As if it’s not enough for you that you lost your memories and I’m hurting because of it, you have to sit here and tell me that you were probably lying to me, the entire relationship.”

You stand up from his bed, jerking the jacket from your frame and throwing at it. “Call me when you take your head out of your ass.”

As you exit the room, you boyfriend — ex-boyfriend? Whatever it was going on between you two, reclined, not catching sight of the picture frame, until you’re gone. As he lifts it to examine it, he tilts his head to the sight.

He hated that he enjoyed your presence. He hated the feelings to wrap you in his arms and tell you it was all going to be okay. Because he didn’t know why he felt the way he did about you, all he knows is he feels them.

You got a cold from walking home in the rain, without a jacket.

You love Suna. But it’s been days of gaining the same bland, disheartening answers, and his expecting you to just fall into his arms whenever he wanted.

After sobbing to yourself in the shower, you realized that you didn’t deserve everything that was happening. You’re not going to prolong your heartbreak and worsen things.

I hope you guys are enjoying!! 🥰 And not too heart broken! 💕💕 Poor Atsumu and Y/N, though 😔

You guys better be getting something to eat, drinking some water, and taking care of yourselves mentally and physically! Remember, no matter what, I’m proud of you and I love you! You’re doing wonderfully, love! So keep it up!

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[johnkrrasinski]

No Light, Dead End; 

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Pairings: Steve Rogers x female!reader

Word count: 2,812

Warning: SMUT!!!! slight dub-con. slight dark!steve but with feelingsᵀᴹ.

Summary: takes place after civil war and before infinity war because who is she? we don’t know her. after the avengers were divided due to the accords, you went on the run with steve, natasha and sam. during on the run, your relationship with steve had been going through a rough patch until one day, you decided to leave him. but he made sure that you knew who you belong to. 

a/n: this one is for @mariessecretfantasies​‘ 500 follower writing challenge! i chose prompt #8 ““No light, no light in your bright blue eyes. I never knew daylight could be so violent.” No Light, No Light- Florence + the Machine” i wanted to write something anguish but with a hint of darkness, just enough to spice it up. cause we all love possessive, slightly crazy steve, right? 😌 please leave a like & comment! enjoy. 

You stormed into the bedroom and slammed the door behind you. You just had another quarrel with your grouchy boyfriend, Steve. He wasn’t always like this though. He used to be the heroic face of America after all… Used to be. He was a man with perseverance, sagacity, and altruism. All his life, he wanted nothing but to help others. To serve his country. But all that changed since the Accords.

The whole country decided to turn its back on their favorite golden boy aka Captain America. The man they used to look up to and call out for when miscreants exterminated the city and when aliens invaded the planet.

He was a man with assertive morals, never doubting his purpose and his will. And the whole world agreed. Until his best friend, Bucky Barnes was accused of the bombing of the UN in Vienna and was shortly located where he had been hiding for the past couple of years.

Steve Rogers had faith in his former best friend who could barely remember him when he said that he wasn’t the one who committed the crime. But the whole country didn’t. And so, through all the battle at the airport in Germany, and the unauthorized flight to Siberia and the grievous alteration of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes to a group of wanted felons, you stuck and stayed with him.

You had faith in the man you fell in love with a year ago and you knew his true heart. That deep down, no matter what the world paints him to be, you will always believe that he was still the same selfless hero. A battered soldier with nothing but pure intentions. He had lost so much in his stolen lifetime, so you understood his desperate wish to keep his best friend alive and out of heavily guarded prison.

And so, after the final battle with Tony Stark in Siberia, Steve and Bucky agreed that it would be best for everyone if Bucky went back to cryostasis chamber until Princess Shuri finds a way to fix him. King T’Challa had made peace with the fact that Zemo was the one who murdered his father, and he realized that Bucky was only a victim just as much as T’Chaka was, so he allowed him to stay in their land and agreed to mend the broken man.

After Bucky was back under the ice, Steve went back to The Raft and reunited with Sam, Wanda, Scott, and Clint, releasing them out of the Arctic prison facility. Whilst, Wanda and Vision agreed to lay low and started a secret life together in Scotland, Clint and Scott went back to their residents under prohibition.

You, Steve, Natasha, and Sam on the other hand, went on a run, as a group of uncivilized nomads, living in crummy motels and working vigilante jobs in the dark. You changed your looks and camouflaged within the crowds. And this was the turning point.

Your relationship with Steve hadn’t been the same since the fallout. He became rougher around the edges, sterner, and crueler. Some days, you couldn’t even remember what his genuine smile looked like anymore. How his eyes used to gleam so brightly, you could see your lucid reflection on them. How he’d hold you so tightly, you felt nothing but his warmth after he passionately made love to you for hours.

How did you get here? You had lost count of how many times you had fought with Steve Rogers. Small sparks of fire growing into a massive one, burning the entire house down. You could feel the heat all over the room when his voice roars so loud and your words cracked through your lips due to the unwanted tears threatening to fall.

Hurtful words were tossed, if the walls could talk, they’d tell you the lunacy that echoed night and day when you and Steve are going at it. You two were crazy, mad people in love. Or at least you used to be. Not only him who changed after the Accords, but so did you. You became more reticent, more practical, and more indignant.

Whenever you were on stealthy missions, Steve would always order you around like you were nothing but a fellow soldier. He’d talk down on you like there was no history between you when you disagree with him. Whenever you made the slightest mistake, he’d deprecate you like you were a delinquent, untamed child.

Sam and Natasha were aware of the lingering tension in the room when you two were on bad terms, but they didn’t know how excruciating it could get behind closed doors. Whenever you stared into his electric blue eyes, you didn’t find the same vivacity or earnestness anymore. All you sensed was rage and darkness.

Darkness so steep and hollow, that sometimes you’d find yourself getting lost and trapped in them. Like he could devour you and crush you by a single fist of his palm. Deep down, you wanted to get your Steve back. The considerate and faithful man you fell in love with. The man who would bring you flowers from his morning run because they just reminded him of you. The man who would kiss your shoulders in the morning to gently wake you up, because he didn’t have the heart to disturb your peaceful state, but he needed to hear your voice.

Often times, you’d wonder if it was still possible to go back to the way you used to be. But he had been so hardened by the arduous circumstances now, that it sounds like a fairytale if you could go more than 5 minutes to have a decent conversation.

“Fuck you, Steve! You don’t fucking get to tell me what to do, you hear me?”

“Yes, I do! I’m your Captain. Watch your language.”

“I don’t fucking care. You are not the Captain anymore. You ungrateful asshole! I can’t believe I stuck with you after you became a criminal. You don’t fucking deserve it. You don’t fucking deserve me.”

“What are you gonna do, sweetheart? You’re gonna run back to the compound and sign the Accords? Well, guess what? The first thing they’re gonna do as soon as you show your pretty little face, is they’d cuff you up. And when they lock you up in the Raft, I’m not going back to save you ass.”

“I don’t fucking need you to. I’d rather be locked up in the middle of the Atlantic ocean rather than spending one more goddamn second with your grumpy, irritating ass.”

He stayed silent. His back was to you now. His shoulder slumped as he leaned his hands on the table. He listened to your hasty movements as you stormed into the bedroom that you hadn’t shared in a while. Since you two had been at each other’s throats nearly every day, he’d sleep on the couch while you get the bed.

The truth is, Steve still loved you just as deeply. But things had changed, and he couldn’t pretend that everything was okay just because he was still madly in love with you. He had to be tougher now, he constantly had to watch his back. He couldn’t afford to be distracted even for just one second when the whole world was looking for him and the entire country wanted him penalized.

He also had to be hard on you, because you knew that if any of you let your guard down, you’d be doomed. You could be caught. Or worse, you could be killed. Not only the villains who wanted you dead now… Thaddeus Ross had made it clear that if it’s necessary, he wouldn’t hesitate on shooting any of you on sight.

So he tried to forget the man that he was, stripped himself out of the Captain America mantle, and lived as Nomad now. He was fine with that, although it took him a while to get used to the slummy hotel rooms or sometimes, abandoned safe houses. And Nomads don’t maintain a lovey-dovey relationship and kiss each other dearly while cleaning each other off in the shower.

No, Nomads creep in the shadow and have each other’s backs in combats. Even if it means one of them had to be the meaner guy. As long as his allies were safe and returned in one piece, then that’s all that matters. He couldn’t care any less if they no longer liked him as a comrade.

And the thought of losing you terrified the shit out of his soul. The kind that he couldn’t shake away because somewhere, deep down, he knew it was inevitable. This line of work didn’t promise him safety insurance. Literally and figuratively, now that he was no longer claimed by the government or the Avengers.

So if talking to you as if you were nothing but a fellow soldier will remind you that you both no longer had the luxury to plan your next date night or cuddle in the sheets at night to keep each other warm, then he was going to do what’s necessary.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t hear you pack up your bags and stepped out of the room with your travel bag in your shoulder. You didn’t have that many personal belongings anyway. When he stole the Quinjet, you couldn’t go back to the compound to pack up all of your stuff and say your farewell to the rest who stayed, so along the way, you bought just enough clothes to have something to wear other than your battle gear. So most of your things were left in the compound, just like the entire journey over 5 years with the Avengers.

Steve and you had said a lot of things neither of you really meant when things were heated up, but he could live with that as long as you were safe and he could keep an eye on you. He’d let you have your moment of tranquility, knowing that when daylight comes, you’ll have to fight another day and bleed.

He thought that tonight was just another night where you two claw each other’s skin but would act as if nothing happened last night in front of Sam and Natasha. You had threatened to leave more times than he could count but you never did it. Just like the rest of the things you said. Meaningless contempt.

But this time, you were out of your mind. You really could be such a force to be reckoned with sometimes. That’s why he fell in love with you in the first place, but it would often drive him crazy too. And not the good kind.

He turned around and saw you sprinting toward the door. You were dressed in all black; black jacket, black shirt, black jeans, and black sneakers. He was confused at what you were doing but he maintained his calm posture and stayed in the same spot where he had been standing, with his hands on his hips.

“Where the hell are you going?”

“I’m leaving. I can’t spend one more goddamn second with you. I’m done.”

Steve didn’t even try to hide his panic. He really thought you were joking or maybe you were going somewhere to calm your head, then you’d come back. But no, you were really leaving this time.

“Hey, hey! Don’t be fucking ridiculous. You are not going anywhere.”

“Yes, I am. And you can’t stop me.”

“Stop acting stupid and just calm down for a sec.” He reached out for you but you flinched, not wanting to hear any more of his bollocks.

“Get your fucking hands off me, Steve. Before I break every single one of your fingers.” You swatted his hand.

Suddenly, his demeanor changed. You saw it in his eyes, the flash of that shift. The one that you had been seeing a lot these days. The alteration from Steve Rogers to Captain America. Or more suitably, America’s Golden Boy to The Most Wanted Criminal. You’d be lying if you weren’t a tad frightened by that darkness in him, but you weren’t going to lay it out on your hands and present it to him. You were no coward.

Rest in peace, to your naive bravado… Your headlessness had backfired.

Steve slammed you into the wall behind you as he grabbed you by the throat, inching his face closer to yours. You could hear his labored breathing, sweeping on your skin, his eyes glared at you, locking you in place.

Your hands immediately went to his, trying to break free out of his tightening grip, cutting off your airway. “S-Steve…” You tried to get him off of you by striking his face, but he still wouldn’t relent. He immediately dragged you to the couch, as you nearly stumbled on your feet.

“You think you can just run and leave me? Stupid girl. Looks like you need a reminder of your place.”

“St- Steve! Stop!” As your back hit the couch. You tried to stand on your feet but was abruptly stopped by his hand on your shoulders, pushing you back down. “Shut the fuck up.” He grabbed your waist as he turned you around, so you were reclined on your chest. His hand immediately went to grab a fistful of your hair as he whispered into your ears, “you really wanna push my limits huh? Riling me up like a stupid little brat, thinking you can get away with it. Hell no. I’m gonna show you the consequences of your foolishness, little girl.”

Then he slammed you back down as he immediately pulled down your pants with your underwear along with it. You thrashed your body, trying to push him away but it was futile. Steve lifted up your hips, so you were standing on your knees. Then you felt a harsh smack on your ass, eliciting a raw yelp out of you. He did it once more, and more, and more, until your tears started to leak out of the corner of your eyes. You lost your ability to speak, trembling from the excruciating pain.

Just when you thought the torment was over, you heard the clank of his buckle as you instantly turned around to see what he was doing. The hastened glance was enough to verify your fear. You immediately pushed yourself on your hands and attempted to get up but you couldn’t as he quickly pushed you back down with his massive hand and held you there. His other hand went to his cock as he lined himself up to your entrance, intruding your body violently without any warning.

His hand that was on your back, went to your other hand along with the other, to pin them behind your back as strictly as a cuff. Then he began to drive his hips into you until he was fully seated. He groaned due to the pleasure. He slammed back into you and out. He repeated his motion until you couldn’t help but feel the tightening coil inside of you. He startled you in your hazy state with another spank on your ass. You squealed.

“I can feel your cunt tightening around me, little girl. See? I told you you could never leave me. You belong to me. Only I can make you feel this good.” He gritted between his vigorous thrusts. You couldn’t even focus on his mortifying words anymore when you could feel your climax was approaching. You were so close. A few more slams by his hips and then, you fell apart.

You moaned in pleasure as your release was prolonged by his still unrelenting thrusts, attempting to reach his own climax. You closed your eyes in bliss, as you could feel the fight in you had drained. You couldn’t think of anything else or remember the way you ended up being fucked hard on this couch. You were still lying in the same position, with your face pressed on the couch and hands restrained behind your back as you heard Steve groaned from behind you.

You could feel his warm cum unleashed deep inside you as Steve pushed a few shallow thrusts to deplete every drop of semen. When he was completely finished, he pulled out of you and unloose your wrists as he sat on the couch. You were paralyzed. Despite him not holding you down anymore, you still couldn’t find the energy or will in yourself to move or carry on with your plan.

You were too wearied to start any altercation anymore so you just laid there as your eyes started to droop. Before you were completely dazed out, a gravel voice whispered to you like the sound of the wind blowing; subtle but crystal. “I’m not done with you yet, babygirl. I’ve got all night to remind you who you belong to.”

[ssvgawara]

Haikyuu boys and some oddly specific crime they’d commit

a/n: I come back and the first thing I write is a shitpost!! enjoy </3 tw for drugs, murder, alcohol and general crime committing xoxo

Karasuno

Daichi- he’s a cop sorry that’s all there is to it man

Suga- Suga has multiple charges of 1st-degree murder against him but they can’t seem to find his identity so he continues committing murder and will continue until he gets caught or ends up murdering enough people to be put in a position of power

Asahi- everyone is probably like “Oh Asahi is innocent” NO. He has learned that his slightly scary face will let him get away with a lot, he is buying alcohol illegally because he looks old enough to, and he’s buying so much other shit and just getting away with it

Nishinoya- This man gives fucking pimp vibes I can just see him in the big leopard print fur coat with a pretty girl in his lap and he calls himself big poppa but no one else will

Tanaka- Drug dealer vibes, probably runs an entire fucking drug ring with his sister and not just a Lil weed these mfkas have the hard shit too like you could probably buy meth from them, he’s not using it but it’s good business

Ennoshita, Kinoshita, and Narita- They literally rob a bank they have an entire scheme and get away with multiple bank robberies and this goes on for MONTHS

Kageyama- We know he’s volleyball smart but otherwise he’s so mfing stupid and I love him for it but he is a chronic shoplifter. Just picks something up and takes it, has walked out of a store without paying for an entire bed set once and got away with it somehow so idk props to him

Hinata- He is the little guy in any heist situation, he fits anywhere so he can sneak in and out the best, he gave himself the stupid ass code name tiny giant but everyone goes with it because somehow he is the best

Tsukishima- armed robbery, but he doesn’t have a gun just a knife like he’s tall and as an attitude, a knife will get him whatever he needs he doesn’t need the gun

Yamaguchi- He runs a catfishing scheme where he pretends to be a naive girl, scams old men out of their money, and then ghosts them and I think it’s what he deserves let him carry on especially because no one would believe it’s him. Also not really like a crime crime but still a crime in a way

Kiyoko- She kills men and I know it, Queen Kiyoko ending the patriarchy one shitty man at a time like she only kills men who deserve it bc some have rights.

Yachi- She’s too anxious to commit an in-person crime so she does a lot of cybercrime, hacking government databases and releasing info to the people, truly the anonymous we deserve

Saeko- She’s running that drug ring with Tanaka, and she loves it because there’s a thrill to it even though yknow she’s dealing literal meth but like its fine plus she loves rocking people’s shit when they get too handsy, which bring me to my next point underground MMA Saeko, like the illegal one with no rules yeah <3

Ukai- this man probably sells all kinda shit to minors that he shouldn’t he is so unbothered a 7-year-old could probably walk in ask for a pack of camels and get them and leave before he noticed what was going on.

Takeda- Did y’all see how scared Hinata was when Takeda gave him that lecture? This dude could kidnap someone and scare them into giving all the information he needed, a legend truly

Aoba Johsai

Oikawa- took steroids one time. And of course in sports, that’s not allowed. But he only did it once and regretted it for months afterward. Never told anyone and was just relieved he didn’t have to piss in a cup and have someone find out.

Matsukawa- Without hesitation, I know this man takes dead people’s bones and sells them on the internet. Has dubbed himself the bone man and he feels so much power when someone buys a femur or sumn. It’s kinda funny honestly he has a hoard of bones to sell, his fave is the pelvis.

Hanamaki- He’s in between jobs because he stole money from his last job, like he said he was sorry he just needed a little extra for gas but was sad to find out that’s a literal crime and he was laundering money.

Iwaizumi- he’s a street racer, like the fast and furious style and it’s so sexy of him like late-night races ugh to be in an expensive fast car with him where he has one hand on my thigh okay that’s enough of that.

Kunimi- Look me in the eye and tell me he does not do drugs. He does and if you don’t believe me you are wrong and I will fight you on this one. 

Kyotani- If there is a crime he will commit it for fun. Like he will do it with no hesitation. He has a record longer than twilight and I’m not sure how he is not in prison actually nvm he escaped and is  a wanted criminal lol

Shiritorizawa

Ushijima- Assault, he just reeks of getting into bar fights when he’s absolutely wasted. Like he most likely didn’t start it but he will be finishing it

Tendou- grave robbing, he just goes into the cemetery picked the oldest plots, and gets to digging. Has made thousands on dead people jewelry and probably won’t get caught, like besides the groundskeeper there’s no security he will never stop.

Semi- he breaks copyright laws on the daily. He’s sampling music in his all the time but he’s doing it so sneakily it’s fine its what deserves stream his band on Spotify right now,

Shirabu- His bangs are criminal enough. No, but he has stolen drugs from the hospital before he just wanted to try the Xanax, and yeah he could just write himself a prescription for it nut like it’s so easy to just go get some and no report it so that’s what he did.

Goshiki- y’all want me to say arson don’t you?? Fine. He commits arson multiple times and kills 7 people with fire before getting arrested and he doesn’t even feel bad so in prison he probably fucking runs a gang he is crazy.

Nekoma

Kuroo- he is a capitalist and class traitor and that’s crime enough I don’t care is he’s attractive or rich, He commits crimes daily by just existing but I still love him anyway.

Kai- Could not commit a crime he just wants to garden and live his life. Jk there’s at minimum one body in that garden let him kill a man he deserves it just let him have one dead body

Yaku- he keyed someone’s car once just because they pissed him off. Was it kuroo? Yes. But that’s fine because he also keyed Lev’s car but blamed lev for keying kuroo’s and Kuroo for keying Lev’s. He just wants to watch the world burn.

Kenma- cyberbullying but man he is mean. Like no bars held we will dig into every insecurity he can and that shit hurts and he doesn’t even feel bad about it he will just be as mean as he can if you’re not careful

Lev- his crime is being tall and dumb also doesn’t understand the economy and prints counterfeit money because why can’t we print more money? The government should get on that.

Inuoka- He released all the animals from a zoo, like snuck in one night and just let them all free, I’m surprised the tiger didn’t eat him but hey the animals are free, there’s still some missing uh oh he’s very proud of himself for it. After the rush, he starts sneaking into shelters and freeing all the dogs and cats

Yamamoto and Fukunaga- Have egged a house before, it was Kuroo’s he deserves all this bullying and you can’t stop me.

Date Tech

Aone- Criminal Conspiracy, sure he had an entire foolproof plan to get away with the perfect crime but someone found out, and now his plans are ruined, damn </3 and no one ever suspects the quiet guy either.

Futakuchi- Having a prostitute, he just wanted some company like mans is lonely so he paid a girl to just spend a Lil time with him it’s all good.

Fukurodani

Bokuto- I know we all haha funny laugh at tax evader bokuto and sure maybe he evades his taxes but he’s also committed vehicular manslaughter, he cannot drive and has killed someone with his car maybe even multiple someones but he always drives off in a panic because he doesn’t know what else to do.

Akaashi- Hasn’t actively committed a crime but has been an accomplice in every vehicular manslaughter Bokuto has committed why the fuck does he keep letting bokuto drive? He really needs to stop that.

Konoha- A master scammer he is so convincing everyone gives him money even if they’re a little sus because he’s just that good each scheme is so convincing.

Inarizaki

Kita- He grows weed, you can’t tell me those rice fields are just for rice he’s got all this space he is growing marijuana and selling it, let him do it I want him to be my plug.

Atsumu- "What is my perfect crime? I break into Tiffany's at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No, I go for the chandelier. It's priceless. As I'm taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It's her father's business. She's Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning, the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico, but I go to Canada. I don't trust her. Besides, I like the cold. Thirty years later, I get a postcard. I have a son and he's the chief of police. This is where the story gets interesting. I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris by the Trocadero. She's been waiting for me all these years. She's never taken another lover. I don't care. I don't show up. I go to Berlin. That's where I stashed the chandelier."

Osamu- resisting arrest. He just said no and ran. Granted he shouldn’t have punched the cop in the first place to have to be arrested but like that’s not the point here.

Aran- accidental child abandonment, like he just forgot he was babysitting and left the kid alone for like a day. He felt terrible but he still forgot the kid and now is fearful of parenthood

Suna- owns an illegal weapon, like he just never registered it and keeps it around and would use it if needed Suna please just point the weapon at me maybe

Others

Terushima- Graffiti, he loves painting on the walls of buildings and tagging them, has so much spraypaint and his day isn’t complete if he doesn’t tag at least one building or train car.

Daishou- Public intoxication- he got a little too fucked up and stripped on the street he will forever have to live with everyone knowing he has an ass tattoo like damn bruh

Sakusa- Perjury he simply wanted to get out of court so he said some shit so he could leave granted he lied under oath but whatever, did they ever find out? No, so he’s fine and he’d do it again if it meant he could leave faster. Like sure he was a witness to a murder but bruh he pretends he does not see.

Hoshihumi- driving without a license he simply thought you didn’t need one because why do you need a piece of plastic to say you can drive a car like??? Just know how to drive it.

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Final Space Reviewcaps: The Hidden Light or Beelzbub’s Dad and Death Himself

Welcome back all you happy people! My regular coverage of final space continues as our Team Squad continues to be split up. Team Gary heads to the ruins of France and while HUE lives the dream, Gary finds the architect of his misery might also be the archtetcht of hope when he meets KVN’s creator.  Meanwhile Team Avacato find some friends of some friends... and an old enemy horrifically reborn and just as pants crappingly terrifying as before. Find out whose back, whose just been introduced, and whose resting under the cut!

So once again i’ts time for roll call, as our Team Squad has been split into three groups so Team Gary: Gary, Quinn, KVN, HUE Team Avacato: Avacato, Little Cato, Ash, Fox, Sheryl.  Team Bollo: Bollo, Mooncake

Same as last time and if your wondering why some names are missing from Avacato’s team, we will get to that. And since our three plots are entirely seperated from the start this time...

Team Gary: The Father of Beelzbub is A Moderaltey Tolerable Guy Picking up where we left off, Gary and Quinn gaze at earth though we do find out, naturally, the other half of the team is okay when Avacato buzzes in, confirming he’s alive at least. So with half the team stranded in the depths of final space, Gary’s next idea is naturally to plummet to earth and pick up a ship to pick them up. HUE has some flaws in the plan, i.e. the earth’s gravity field but KVN proves useful for once and helps carry them down to earth, our heroes ending up in Paris. 

We get a fun subplot of HUE thoroughly enjoying his dream of visiting Paris in a body.. even though Paris itself is pretty fucking horrific, littered with floating corpses and with a smokey, unnerving atmosphere. But the contrast works.. what dosen’t is the ships our heroes fine, which are junked, likely due to months of having no mainteince coupled with the destruction brought on by the titans. 

Gary does find something.. his worst nightmare.. a bunker FULL of KVN’s “I always thought i’d die like this”. They thankfully don’t want to kill him, and he finds a dwarf ventrixian whose a fan of his as are the KVN’s. As it turns out they somehow watched all his video logs to Quinn, and the little guy saying Quinn is even more beautful than he imagined lets him live when Quinn shows up. Gary is naturally puzzled why someone would create his worst nightmare, an army of kvns who know his personal details... until we find out who created the bunker: Kevin, the genius scientest who created the KVN’s. 

Naturally Gary has as mature, sensible and calm reaction as you’d expect and he goes to see Kevin’s dad without innocent....

Had you there for zero seconds. No he has a fairly fluid and incredibly well voiced freakout ending in him wanting to burn the place to the ground in cleansing fire. It’s.. actually a very good thing Quinn’s the one who went with him as everyone on the other team except MAYBE Avacato would’ve gone with operation BURN THEM, BURN ALLL OF THEM. 

So while Gary can’t burn them he does go to shoot Kevin’s creator in the head after finding out he’s alive and still in the bunker. And.. he actually is alive. It’s a nice change of pace as in most sci fi stories where we find the robot first the creator is long dead. But no Kevin.. is alive. It takes a bit for him to accept this is really happening due to a combination of Gary’s transmissions..and Nightfall having contacted him to make a ship. I’ts only when he tries throwing something at Quinn does he realize that nope these are real peoples and gladly welcome them for some rest so theyc an go find the ship he made for Nightfall. Relately the one major flaw I have with this episode.. is that it takes Gary and Quinn an embarassingly long time to put two and two together. Gary I get, he’s kind of distracted being caught in a waking nightmare and finding out he needs to rely on the man who ruined 5 years of his life. He’s also Gary. It’s okay. Quinn though, even with months of trauma stuck in a hell dimension.. is still the resonable one and still should’ve figured “Hey maybe the alternate future verison of me who was around back then did this”. The reveal is well done towards the end when it happens.. it’s just very weird it didn’t happen sooner. 

So the couple are FINALLY alone.. for about 5 seconds because Kevin gets into bed with them. And while part of his loopiness is probably the horrifying isolation for the last few months, after all Gary wasn’t exactly the most coherent after his stint in prison, I do feel that at least part of it is just him. It just makes the most sense: the infinity guard massed produced the guys and Kevin was one of their top scientests. He likely didn’t half ass a project of this size or importance.. so it’d make sense that instead the KVN’s suck at their job because the person who made them really dosen’t get humans, or personal space and the KVN’s are simply degraded copies of him. 

We do get a sweet moment with Quinn and Gary before Kevin decides they’ve rested enough time to go. They use the KVN’s to head to belgium, where the ship is, but have to fight Landfish, horrifying monsters that feast on the remains of dead worlds. So we get a fun and tense action sequence as our heroes sorta zipline through the monsters and KVN suprisingly turns out ot be useful twice in one episode. Our heroes make it to the ship, though HUE is down two arms and his self esteem, with Kevin asking why an AI would WANT to put themselves in a garbage bot. HUE admits he just wanted to experince life but it comes at a cost.. which granted the loss of arms seems rushed.. but it’s not like pre-AVA most of his life as a robot was that happy or fufilling so it dosen’t come out of nowhere and the person who MADE it better... is now dead and gone. He has no real reason to stay in the body anymore: He’s tasted life, he’s loved, and he’s lost. 

So naturally he goes back to being the AI on their new ship, which Quinn Dubs the Galaxy 2 because naturally Gary’s name tries too hard and Kevin’s is nonsensical.. though really Galaxy 2 itself just.. isn’t a great name. Seriously call it the purple rain or something. Still it’s a cool looking ship and while i’ll BADLY miss the crimson light as Olan designed a really fucking cool ship there, the Galaxy 2 is none too shabby. So our heroes have there ship, HUE has his old Job back, and we get a sobering scene as Quinn and Gary finallyg et the nightfall thing, and Kevin leaves to go get the portal up and running and he’ll call them.. they don’t have his number but he’ll be in england where the project is so it’s not like they can’t find the crazy man when the time comes. So we end with Team Gary heading off to a huge energy signture to hopefully find someone. Who it is, if it’s even one of our groups, is unknown.. but given the stinger it’s probably Bollo and Mooncake.. but we’llg et to that. First

Team Avacato: FUCK

So on their astroid Sheryl wonders if the plan is to just stand around and wait for Gary. Tribore however.. wants to leave again. Despite being in an edltrich space nightmare, he decides to take some paternety leave and cuts off part of the asteroid to go bond with his son leaving us with five heroes who all quickly get abducted by teleportation. 

Their abductors.. are Arachnitects, the last ones left in final space who intially confuse them as part of of Invictus unholy horde before Little Cato brings up Jeremy, and thus they free them and explain what’s up: as said their the last ones left in final space, the only ones who weren’t slaughtered or escape and try to offer our heroes hope and shelter.. before brutally being slaughtered by telekensisis... and it’s with that... HE has returned. While the trailers made no attempt to hide it and it was blatant from the start of last season he woudl return.. it dosent’ make his return any less chilling or impactful or David Tennant’s performance any less terrifying after being gone for a bit: Lord Commander HAS RETURNED

And make no mistake, hopefully, this is OUR Lord Commander, as he comments on the new additions.. and is GLEEFUL to have new toys to play with. Avacato is naturally horrifed he’s back and tries to just shoot him but that’s as effective as it’s always been, and he simply force lifts all of them, and naturally, being a sadsitic bastard, brings LIttle Cato forward as he wants to know where Mooncake is, though Little Cato makes a valid point: he dosen’t know where Mooncake is and even if he DID he wouldn’t tell him. And.. that’s where this part of the plot ends till next week. I”m fucking terrified. Nice to have David back though. Especially with Ducktales over. And as a side note... it’s notable Ash doesn’t try triggering her powers. Either she can’t and Lord Commander’s even stronger than her, or she just hasn’t yet. Or third horrifying option i’m going with thier powers come from the same source. 

Team Bollo:The Forge

So with Gary hopefully coming to the rescue and the rest of our heroes trapped by a sadistic bastard who will likely gleefully kill at least one of them.. we find out where Bolo went after getting his ass kicked. He surivived.. but clearly needs a leg up.. so naturally for a charcter voiced by Keith David he goes about it in the most badass way imaginable: he has mooncake do the thing on a dwarf star so he can FORGE IT INTO A FUCKING BADASS SPACE SWORD TO SLAY THE TITANS WITH. My.. my body is ready for next week. 

Final Thoughts:

This episode was excellent. The premire while not BAD had some issues with pacing and tone, where as this one found the perfect places to inject the series humor.. while keeping the stakes incredibly high and having the chilling return of it’s most terrifying antagonist. and yes tha’t swith the people posseing murder face out there. This episode returned Season 3 to the right track. It also continues to be seralized like season 1.. but I feel at least so far they’ve learned their lesson from Seasons 1 and 2 and combined the two better, having basically one big story, but having the pacing be more on par with Season 2 where things move along at a nice clip and we get more character stuff peppered in. It’s a nice combo. if it’ll hold out I do not know, especaillly with a longer runtime but we’ll see as we go won’t we. For now.. this episode was fucking awesome. 

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