#she's holding it so weird this things gonna fly out of her hands the moment she shoots isnt it

[konfizry]

SR-876

One of Shionne's guns, included in the free Special Training Grounds DLC, released back in October 2021, along with other weapons for the whole party, that can all be unlocked by overcoming group battle challenges in Viscint's Training Grounds. This particular gun is intended to mesh well with her Girls' School Uniform costumes, but can naturally be used with any other costume and does not require the paid School Life DLC. The in-game description goes as follows:

SR-876 A sniper rifle fine-tuned by Shionne herself. When disassembled, the whole thing can be concealed inside a book bag with little effort.

Design-wise, the SR-876 seems to draw inspiration from the Heckler and Koch G36 (HKG36 for short), probably in its HKG36V variant (sometimes called HKG36E), with its simpler optic compared to the G36 :

Notice the optic system that can double as carrier handle on top, as well as the "hollowed" look of the buttstock, with its big holes. Zooming in where the receiver meets the stock even reveals a little semicircle-shaped button with ridges.

On the G36's, it allows the wielder to fold the stock over, as demonstrated below:

Still, the SR-876 is also differs from the HKG36 with its noticeably elongated barrel and lack of gun grip. These changes were operated most likely to both be consistent with the size of her other guns, as well as to avoid any clipping issues (hence no gun grip). Also of note, the SR-876 is referred to as a sniper rifle (the only gun of Shionne's to be called a sniper rifle at all, if I'm not mistaken!), despite the G36 being an assault rifle. As such, it seems SR-876 is meant to be a "sniperized" HKG36 (with an optic that I'm not sure is appropriate for sniping, but what do I know)

The description mentions that it can be dismantled and that seems somewhat consistent with the G36 as it does seem pretty easy to pick apart, and is a modular gun as well (although the longer barrel miight be problem but maybe Shionne has a couple tricks up her sleeve that we just don't know about). The "fine-tuned" part however does clash with the G36, given that it is a standard issue in many armies and police forces across the globe. You'll find this bastard everywhere, really. But I guess it is a modular gun, so customization is possible so maybe that's what the "fine-tuned" part is in reference to (looks like she got a solid black magazine instead of the standard clear??)???? And I guess the gun she has is different from its irl counterpart. Is that what we're supposed to take from this? That she turned an HKG36 into a weird sniper herself? That she sawed off the grip??? dont do that???? ......? Anyway.

A camo-painted version can also be obtained:

With its 4 different shades of green and vibrant brown, this pattern might be intended for use during woodland operations, but the somewhat faded quality of the greens might make it a good pick for semi-arid biomes as well.

As for the name, in all likelihood the 'SR' part stands for Sniper Rifle (unless it's Sexy Renan, ofc). 876 is a goroawase pun on Banamu which sounds close enough to Ban'namu which in turn is often used as short for Bandai Namco. This is likely a replacement for the late 765 goroawase that stood for 'Namco' and appeared in several of their games over the years. (You might have encountered 876 as well in another Bamco IP, Idol Master, which sometimes features a talent agency by the name of 876Production) To be fair, one could also argue that the SR-876 also bears a resemblance to Beretta's SC70/90. Which is true but I think it looks like the G36 more. With that being said, if any of you gun enthusiasts have any remarks or know of any real-life gun that's an even better fit, lemme know! Also if anyone has info or comments on the camo pattern I'm interested because '?????'

[ch-4-eri]

First Time? — Lara Croft.

Lara X fem!reader

warnings: virginity taking, smut, fingering, pet names, lara being such a heartthrob. (proofread but sorry for any mistakes.)

anon request.

i finally finished writing this oooo, sorry i rushed the ending.

you were getting ready on the floor of your bedroom, your phone lighting up with a new text message from your girlfriend, Lara.

she promised she’d take you for a walk around town now that you have a break from college exams, random quizzes and all that.

you were very grateful she’s understanding, she did go to university herself, even if she was over five years older than you.

you dabbed some blusher on the apples of your cheeks with the mirror in front of you, then took a hold of your phone to remind her you’ll be there soon, you wouldn’t be late.

it was hours later as you begged Lara to sit down, your legs gave out from the walking you’d already done, sweat breaking out from your forehead.

“jeez, honey.. you’ve got the stamina of a baby.” she said, taking a seat next to you, opening her bottle of water to give you a sip, wiping your sweaty forehead with her palm, then wiped it over her shirt, you liked how Lara didn’t care much for such stuff, like getting your sweat on her clothes.

“drink up.” lara broke you out of your thoughts as you opened your mouth and took a sip from her bottle, lara fixed you up a little, patting down the flying out hairs off your scalp and the side of your face, grabbing a tissue to wipe your cheeks, she’s often motherly with you, at some point you did find it weird but now? you didn’t mind it one bit.

you liked how she took care of you without asking for anything in return.

as she allowed you another sip from her bottle you smiled and chugged it down your dry throat. “are you okay? damn, i’m afraid you’ll pass out on me.” Lara scoffed, smoothing down your shirt.

“i’m fine, sorry.” you finally chuckled, you had no idea why you were so lost in thought that day, you couldn’t help but think.

maybe what had you this hazed up is the thought of lara intimately the other night, and you forced yourself to sleep so you don’t have to think much of it.

Lara knew she had to take it slow as you were much younger than her, and she didn’t want to jump into anything that would make you uncomfortable, she’s so sensitive about the fact that she could do anything that would hurt you, or make you uncomfortable around her, so she hoped you’d initiate it first… until then she’s gonna wait, she’d wait forever for you.

but you? you couldn’t initiate shit, you were a nerve wreck, so damn awkward, maybe you were even slightly self conscious, Lara had no idea you were a virgin, she thought you had a wild past, considering you were in your early twenties, it’s valid for people this age to do so much and you didn’t wanna confirm nor deny things, so you kept quiet.

every time you tried to initiate something, you were worried you didn’t shave, or didn’t shower, you probably smelt bad, you’d just stand there like a fool and forget all about it, idea tossed to the side.

you brain was your worst enemy, and it didn’t help that Lara was one of the prettiest women you could ever be with, you can’t imagine being inexperienced with her, or doing something stupid or looking ugly in such a special moment.

Lara walked you home that day, then you insisted she spends the night, only because it would be fun… right?

Lara on the other hand didn’t think of it that way, she was so sure you’d finally initiate something, she felt so excited she couldn’t breathe at all.

as you opened the door to your bedroom, Lara walked in. just trying to act normal, for now.

she looked at your room, your bed, it was a single bed.. damn.

Lara cleared her throat and went through your books on the shelf, impressed by the variety of collections you had, small figurines she found adorable as you flushed in embarrassment, she was never in your bedroom, it felt nice to have her here though.

she finally took a seat on your bed then, stretching out on your single bed she’d definitely tease you for later.

“pretty room, never imagined your room to be this… singular though.” she giggled, leaning on her knees with a smirk, her brown eyes searching through yours, making your cheek flush a pink shade Lara adored.

“i… yeah..” you blushed.

“don’t be shy, singular beds can be nice too.” Lara said, kicking her boots off as she flopped down the bed, not having space much for you if she were to ever stay the night in your bed like this, she looked amazing on your bed, you couldn’t help but stare as a feeling pooled through you, your cheeks getting redder than before.

you were playing with the hem of your shirt as thoughts rolled around your head, listening to her breathe, her figure resting on your bed like that.

it was so tempting.

you wanted her.

every fibre of your being was aching for her, for her touch, but you couldn’t, you were so scared.

as your thoughts ate away at you, Lara caught on, she always knew, she just hated to pressure you.

she called your name, causing you to look into her warm brown eyes that looked yellow from certain angles and lightings.

“what’s wrong? you’ve been lost in that pretty head of yours all day.” Lara sat up on your bed, her hand taking yours as she placed a soft kiss to your knuckles.

you gulped, you’re gonna say it.

you’re gonna admit it, both the fact that you were a virgin, and the fact that you’ve been craving her for months.

you bit down your slightly chapped lip, turning on your bed to face her, there goes nothing.

it’s better than drowning in these thoughts and feelings, you have to be honest with her, it’s a commitment to do so and you were so committed to Lara.

there’s nothing wrong with being honest about your lack of experience; you knew Lara isn’t shallow and close minded.

you rubbed the side of your head as your breathing caught in your throat, your words choked, you needed to pull yourself together.

Lara took a hold of your chin with her free hand as she leaned her head closer to yours, seeking out your expressions, wanting to understand you and understand your feelings. Lara knew you were too hard on yourself sometimes and barely let it out.

she waited, squeezing your chin softly in her rough fingers.

“i’m..” you finally started, one step at a time.

“Lara i’m… um..” you paused, your tongue tied and your palms so sweaty.

“you’re what, honey?” Lara softly muttered, her fingers still placed underneath your chin, her other hand rubbing your thigh in comfort.

“a… virgin.” you whispered, your gaze averted, refusing to keep eye contact, your embarrassment was bad enough as it is, you can’t imagine how she’d look at you as your thoughts ate away every ounce of common sense you could have had over this.

Lara forced your chin upwards, your gaze falling back into hers.

“and that’s a problem, how?” Lara mumbled, leaning closer to you, the tip of her nose brushing against yours. “tell me.. how’s that a problem?” she asked, her fingers tightening against your chin.

“it’s.. n—not..” you breathed, unable to say anything, she made your brain a mush of mess, unable to think straight.

as if anything about her would make you straight.

Lara's lips made contact with your jaw, her hand on your thigh reached all the way up to hold your hip, pulling you closer.

“that’s right.. i’d get to be the first one to touch you, the only one who touches you…” she mumbled into your soft skin, she’d die doing this and she’d be the happiest woman ever.

“i wanna taste you so bad.” Lara moaned into your neck, bringing you by the waist on top of her, lying down on your small bed.

“Lara.. wait please.” you supported yourself on the bed, your hands on either side of her head as you stared down at your older girlfriend, her hands holding your waist.

“shh… it’s okay.” she cooed, placing soft kisses on your cheek. “i know… we don’t have to do anything, i just wanted you to be certain that i’d never judge you, never belittle you… so what if you've never had sex before?” Lara reassured you, her hand stroking your cheek softly, the pad of her thumb resting on your cheekbone.

“doesn’t make me like you any less, you’re still my girl.”

she smiled, nudging your nose with hers, her other hand gripping your waist in a comforting expression.

“is it… bad to say that i wanna do it with you?” you mumbled, staring at her brown eyes as she was beneath you, giving you the opportunity to be this close to her, her freckles like constellations, her scent so enticing and her warmth inviting, your lips found themselves on the corner of her mouth, feeling her hands on your lower back.

“not bad… i want the same thing, love.” her thick accent rang in your ears, her calloused fingers touching the inside of your shirt, the pad of her thumbs stroking every inch she can come across. your head dipped to the crook of her neck, her perfume even stronger as your nerves burned with desire.

this is the first time you’ve ever been this close to a girl, your lips attached to the soft skin of her neck, her moans echoing through the walls of the bedroom making your untouched pussy throb at the way she writhed and squirmed in your damned small bed.

Lara gripped your hips as she guided your hips closer to hers, “let me take this off.” she whispered, undoing your jeans, her fingers soft and tender.

you helped her take off the garment, Lara knew she can’t fuck up your first time in any way, so she got up from the bed and picked you up around her waist to place you down so she’s on top, your hands buried themselves into her soft hair, bringing your lips to her neck as Lara tugged at your waist, holding back her moans.

your legs were on either side of her, Lara felt so damn dizzy at the sight of your legs spreading for her, she knew you were ready, that you wanted it.

she couldn’t wait to stretch your virgin pussy.

“easy there baby..” Lara moaned, pushing you down the bed by the hips, her fingers moving to slide your panties down your legs, her breath caught over the sight of your pussy, you were so wet… such a virgin, Lara thought.

“oh my..” Lara breathed, bringing her pointer and middle finger to spread your folds, rubbing them into you as you closed your eyes and let her touch you just like how badly you wanted her to. “so pretty…” Lara smiled, rubbing her index finger against your clit, watching you drip.

“such a good girl..” Lara praised you as her wrist flicked and she pumped her index and ring finger into you gently, she made sure you didn’t get hurt, knowing no one’s ever touched you like that before, but oh how proud she felt, it was honour to take your virginity like that, and she was glad you picked her.

“does that hurt?” Lara asked, sticking her fingers into your hole briefly, seeking out your reaction, your body tensed and breath caught in your throat. “no..” was all you said as Lara pushed her fingers slowly just a bit further inside. waiting to see if you’re in any pain before she fucked her fingers into you.

you were so wet, and your muscles relaxed, you enjoyed this beyond words and Lara was so thankful you felt comfortable with her, her lips found your cheek as she slowly fingered you, listening to your soft moans and soft breaths, you were breathtaking.

“so beautiful..” Lara mumbled, smiling at the sight of you like this, it wasn’t long before you gently rocked your hips to match her pace. “don’t hurt yourself baby… let me do the work.” she cooed, holding your hip to keep you from doing anything that will cause you pain.

“need you deeper..” you whispered, Lara complied and moved her fingers deeper, only slowly and with so much caution, you were so tight. only wet enough to let her fingers get sucked inside of you with her movement calculated. “more…” you whined, making Lara smack her lips.

she couldn’t add another finger, that’s pushing it.. especially for a first time. the only moved her other hand to rub at your clit, her fingers buried inside of you just going faster. “that good..?” lara breathed.

“yeah… yeah, fuck fuck..” you moaned, your hips rocking along with lara’s movements, she couldn’t stop you now, she wanted you to cum on her fingers. “fuck!” you mewled out, squirming.

“cum for me baby..” lara rasped, both hands working on your tight sweet pussy, rubbing and thrusting. she leaned in and pressed a kiss to your neck, making you arch your back and rock your hips further into her thick fingers.

Lara slowed her pace just a bit as she saw you coming undone all over her, and all over your bed, mewling and crying into the pillow, she figured your first orgasm would be intense, so she let you ride it out then she pulled out her fingers gently.

she looked at how much you’ve gushed down her fingers and she couldn’t help but shove them in her mouth, licking it clean while rubbing a hand over your stomach to comfort you. “it’s okay baby.” she says, leaning down to press a sticky kiss to your cheek, laying down beside you to hold and comfort you. her arms wrapped around you securely, pulling a blanket over you both as you’re squished on your small bed.

[baizhuswifey]

My obey me headcanon p2

MC could be in the bathtub and mammon would be sitting on the sink talking and leviathan would be on the toilet with his game not giving a damn

"mammon could you hand me the soap under the sink"......

For some reason demons think every little thing humans do or how they act and maneuver is either really cute weird or scary...the way you walk the way you talk breath

"did you just see mc scratch their butt" "AAAAWH SO CUTTTE"

Humans are usually never running around the devildom and I headcanon everything in the devildom to be much larger and tougher than things in the human world so like if MC is under 5'10 their gonna have to shop in the kids section for clothes

Anytime the brothers need help getting something because it's in a tight space and they can't get it they always get mc or like to do it

Mc and Luke's relationship is like siblings and cousins

MC and Luke Definitely have Disney themed tea parties where they dance (Luke has to stand on MC's feet like that one scene in the princess and the frog with Charlotte when she was dancing with that little kid)and simeon and Solomon cheer them on

Mc teaches the brothers and the side characters dances and songs from the human world

MC and Luke Definitely watch Disney movies together

The only time the brothers can all get along is when they are gossiping "oh my gosh did you hear jenny in third period science got pregnant from mr.thompson and she's refusing to get it aborted and he might go to jail"........."omg she did I heard that he was messing around with the boys on the baseball team"

If mc introduced barbatos to TLC he would be hooked like he loves watching my 600 lb life it's so interesting to him.

If you feel sad or feel like crying the best person to go to is simeon

Mammon would stand behind mc so they could pull out a wedgie

Luke is one of the kids that if he doesn't go to sleep by a certain time he starts to tweak (like muffin from bluey

In certain situations where Luke is tweaking because he's not sleep simeon or Solomon will gladly carry him around like a baby

Simeon is not just Luke's caretaker Luke is his BABY like that's his child he doesn't play about it

Lucifer mammon and leviathan don't act like it but the three of them love each other to the three realms to the stars to the sun and back times a trillion

When Lucifer and leviathan are together (the rare moment they are together by themselves)they get along quiet nicely and leviathan will lay his head on Lucifers shoulder

There's a joke between the 6 younger brother,mc, simeon and Solomon that Lucifer and diavolo are smashing

Belphie is actually a really good artist

Leviathan loves forehead kisses and kisses on the cheek he especially loves when you blow him kisses or his your hand and give it to him

Simeon has a potty mouth (just when Luke isn't around)

When it gets super Windy Luke (mc too if you're under the height of 5'7)has a hard time not flying away (it makes Solomon Simeon and Barbatos cry laugh when they see it because Luke is so small)

If you were horribly sick with something like the flu mammon would be the only brother willing to hold you and get sick with you

Asmodeus wants nothing to do with fem mc if she on her period or sick he won't even call or text.

Solomon finds it funny and hot when making mc upset at himself or others

Diavolo would play cbat while doing the nasty (he thinks it's the most amazing thing ever)

[nivisdreaming]

4 words

Hard dick

Grey Sweatpants

exactly. you get me.

Summary: Eddie’s thrilled to finally have his own place. Or at least, mostly his, since he does have a new roommate. A roommate that’s starting to give him some troubles, since she can’t seem to keep it down, and the walls aren’t all that thick. But, maybe she doesn’t actually mind all that much?

WC: ~1.8k

Tags: Roommates to lovers, mutual pining, a touch of emotional angst, fem!reader, 2nd POV, surprisingly un-smutty, cliffhanger, but still, exhibitionism, voyuerism, daddy kink, f!masturbation, vibrator use, mentioned m!masturbation, dry humping, bondage, heavy dom/sub undertones, implied oral (m!receiving)

“I’m gonna have to fucking move out. That’s my only option.” Eddie rests his forehead against the cool metal of the table in front of him with a thump.

“Don’t be so dramatic, I’m sure there’s something else you two can work out!”

“He has plenty of options, Stevie, however he is incapable of all of them because they include talking to pretty girls, something Edward Munson clearly has a chronic phobia of,” Robin chimes in as she lifts a french fry to her mouth. Eddie rolls his eyes despite knowing she can’t see them and lets out a long groan.

“What would I even say to her?? ‘Hey by the way, our apartment has the thinnest fucking walls in existence and I can hear every time you get off and it keeps getting me fucking hard so I would appreciate if you could not!’”

Steve makes an indigent sound. “Wait, hold your horses, you never mentioned this was a mutual thing Munson! This isn’t just a noise complaint, this is you dragging your roommate into your kink escapades, handcuffs on the wall guy!-“ He’s cut off by Robin bursting into laughter and throwing a playful punch to his arm.

Eddie grumbles a complaint and looks upwards just to fold his arms across his chest in annoyance. A pout crosses his face as Steve chuckles with Robin. “In my defense, it’s not like she didn’t get there on her own just fine,” he mutters, giving another roll of his eyes.

Robins jaw drops, “Wait, hold on, what?” Steve’s eyes fly between Eddie and Robin as he tries to puzzle out Eddie’s statement, his hand frozen over the basket of fries he was reaching into.

Now it’s Eddie turn to laugh, just glad he can finally find some humor out of this interaction with his friends. “I know I told you guys she was the total innocent type when I moved in, but, based on what I’ve been hearing… I assumed wrong,” he says with a smirk. He looks between Steve and Robin, both of them stunned into silence for a moment while Eddie takes another sip of his drink. “It would be easier if she was like, a vanilla girl or something, but god help me, I’m not allowed a bit of that Munson luck for once in my life. I just get to listen to her practically begging to be taken while knowing she’s not actually mine to be taken.”

Robin’s thoughts finally seem to reboot as she gives a clearing shake to her head. Steve shoots a nervous glance around them, trying to make sure there’s no children in range who could possibly overhear this, while she takes a long slurp from her milkshake. “Okay, but consider, could she be?”

Eddie raises an eyebrow. “Could she be what?”

“Yours for the taking, dummy. If you’re really.. overhearing as often as you say you are, there’s no way someone else has a claim on her, right? I fail to see the blockage here. Besides the you part of the equation, but that’s fixable bud!”

“Hey! First of all, ouch, my ego! Second of all, I’m not gonna fuck my roommate. I’m not even going to ask to fuck my roommate, because that’s weird and like you said I’m me!” Eddie scoffs and downs the rest of his soda. “Neither of you are helpful, and I’m not spending the last 13 minutes of my lunch break being made fun of,” he climbs out of his seat and pulls on his jacket, “Sayonara, suckers!” He turns to leave, but Steve grabs him by the sleeve.

“Eddie. Look, I know Robin and I joke, but seriously. I’ve seen how you look at her and how she looks at you. You’re not as bad as you think, you know that? This isn’t Hawkins High anymore, you’re not ‘The Freak’, you’re Eddie Munson, the cool metal-rocker she shares an apartment with.” Eddie shoots him an unimpressed stare. “I’m not saying do anything you don’t want to, okay? Just… keep your options open, okay?” Steve pulls away from Eddie to scratch the nape of his neck nervously. Eddie nods and sidesteps around him, leaving Steve to depart back to Robin while he briskly makes the 10 minute walk back to the garage.

—

By the time Eddie makes it home from work his roommate is already holed up in their room, but when Eddie enters his shared-wall bedroom, he is met with silence on her end.

He tosses his jacket off and flops onto the bed, a heavy sigh escaping his lips as he reflects on his day. Work was the usual, a few bitchy customers but nothing out of the ordinary. It’s his lunch with Robin and Steve that’s really eating at him, running circles around his mind and planting ideas in his head that previously he would have only entertained as fantasies. He hates it, how dirty it makes him feel, to imagine his innocent, introverted roommate pinned underneath him and making those sweet mewling sounds at his touch instead of her own, but he can only suppress his urges for so long, especially when he hears the mechanical buzzing start sounding through the wall.

They didn’t necessarily start as dirty thoughts. At first, he was imagining making dinner for you, stirring a big pot of mac and cheese while you sat next to him atop the counter, legs swinging back and forth while he let you ramble your day just to enjoy the sound of your voice in his ears. Then it shifted to eating the dinner in front of TV, you curled up into his side while you ate and giggled at one of the cheesy rom-coms you roped him into watching. Then he was placing a kiss on your cheek just to watch you get flustered, and you were getting brave and leaning in for a full kiss, and if he squeezed his eyes shut he could imagine the sighs coming from the other room were his to inhale. His breath to steal from your lips as he trailed down your neck, marking you with red and purple fireworks until there was no covering up how he was corrupting your innocence. His.

A high-pitched whimper snapped him out of his daydreams, followed by a harsh huff. He barely had time to register that the whirring sound had ceased when a knock came from his door as it was nudged open.

“Hey Eddie? Do you have any batteries I can borrow?” Eddie flies up to a sitting position, making eye contact with the meek figure standing in his doorway. You’ve got a blanket wrapped around your body, held together with a tight grip in the front to keep yourself completely covered. Or, almost completely covered, because the blanket bunches behind you as you shuffle, revealing your bare legs up to the tops of your knees. Eddie can’t seem to keep his eyes on yours anymore.

You shift uncomfortably under his gaze, but take a step into the room, not away. “Eddie, you’re… staring,” you take another step forward, “This.. might seem a bit weird, but I really like those pants on you. Especially like this.”

Eddie lets out a high pitched squeak as he takes in his own grey sweatpants, and the outline of his erection that clearly showing through them. He lurches to grab a nearby pillow to cover himself, but a hand around his wrist stops him. In front of him, you’ve allowed the blanket to fall away in favor of halting his movement, revealing yourself to be nothing but a pair a white cotton panties with a very visible wet splotch. “Just wait a second,” you release his hand and lean over to shut his door and lock it. When you turn back around, Eddie is wide-eyed and disheveled, as if starstruck by you. “I was gonna let you make the first move with all of this, but I think the endorphin rush has got me all confident, so I’m just gonna go for it,” You return to Eddie’s bedside and place one hand on each of his shoulders before swinging your leg across his lap and sitting directly atop him, laying your crotch right on his.

Eddie gasps and involuntarily bucks his hips upwards at the sudden pressure, further encouraging you. “I know you’ve been listening to me. The thin walls thing goes both ways, I can hear when you get off with me. Was hoping you wouldn’t make me ask for it, but I can’t wait anymore,” you whisper in his ear as you begin to grind, rutting your hips against his to stimulate your clit. You sigh happily at the feeling of his hands trailing up your back, glad to finally receive his warm touch, but his grip on your waist is quick to turn harsh as he forces your movement to stop. You’re ripped away from him as he flips you over, pushing you to your back so he can place his weight on your own.

“You wanted me to ask? All this time, all I had to do was ask?” He gathers both your wrists in one hand and pins them above your head while the other finds purchase pinching and pulling at your exposed nipple, triggering you to whine and squirm under him. His eyes meet yours again, and the uncharacteristically dark look in them sends a shiver through you. “God, darling, I am going to make you beg. Trust me, when I’m done with you, there will be no asking, just you pleading for mercy.” He releases your hands and pulls away from your breasts to unbuckle his belt and tug it off, fastening it into a set a restraints that you willingly slip your wrists through. “Safeword is Metallica. You can’t talk, you slap me twice anywhere. Either way, that’s the only way this stops. Am I clear?” You nod as a response, but a soft palm cradles your cheek and lifts your chin upwards.

“Words, princess. While you still have them.” His thumb strokes a soothing pattern along your jaw.

You can feel your heartbeat racing, and the fuzzy feeling in your head makes a full sentence hard to put together, but the gentle touch lures you to a moment of grounding. “Yes, I understand Eddie. Metallica or two slaps if I can’t take anymore.”

He snickers and gives a gentle pat to your cheek before pulling back. “Make that a ‘sir’ or a ‘daddy’ next time, sweet girl.” He climbs off from on top of you to tug off his t-shirt and sweats, leaving his inked skin and hairy chest for you to ogle at. You tug on your restraints with a slight whine, disappointed by your inability to reach out and touch him.

“On your knees, baby. Your hands may be indisposed, but I can still put that useful little mouth of yours to work.” Eddie pulls his boxers off from around his ankles and tosses them behind him as he stands at the edge of the bed. You shuffle towards him eagerly.

“Yes daddy.”

[gravehags]

heaven in hiding

Pairing: Swiss x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit

18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Tags: virgin reader, ghouls being freaky, ghouls being able to smell virginity, hand jobs, dry humping, swiss being needy

Words: 1,487

Summary: It's not your fault you're a virgin, but it's certainly causing problems for Swiss.

a/n: listen the way this man has been acting out on stage recently...he's going through it. someone had to do something about it.

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“It’s because you’re a virgin.”

Your head whips around to face the blonde ghoul sitting on the couch who is currently flipping through an old copy of Vogue that was clearly stolen from your quarters. Your jaw drops and your cheeks heat up painfully while he continues to browse the magazine.

“I—no—who—”

Dewdrop looks up at you from where he’s lounging and gives you a small eye-roll. Cirrus is folded up on the opposite end of the couch fidgeting with her cuticles while Mountain leans against the wall, trying to avoid the conversation entirely. All you had inquired about was why Swiss was acting so goddamn weird around you ever since you and the ghouls had struck up a friendship and started spending time together. Everyone else seemed fine around you so why was he acting so…so bizarre every time you entered a room or walked past him? You had just come into the lounge and he had stormed out past you, practically running from the scene.

“Don’t bother trying to deny it, we can smell it,” Dew says, flipping a page.

“Bullshit!” you squeak before falling into a chair next to the coffee table.

“It’s true, hon,” Cirrus pipes up, looking at you apologetically. “You just smell…different.”

You bite your lip and fuss at the hem of your shirt, clearly embarrassed by being probably the worst sister of sin in the history of the abbey. Finally, you work up the courage to continue the conversation.

“So…is it a gross smell? Like is that why Swiss looks like he’s in pain when he’s around me?”

Dewdrop snorts loudly and tosses the magazine on the table, sending the pages flying.

“Babygirl he’s horny. You’re driving him batshit insane, that’s what’s happening.” Cirrus leans over to lightly smack Dew on the thigh and give him a pointed look, clearly indicating she wanted to ease you into this conversation.

“I…oh. Oh.” Your flush deepens and spreads across your chest, warming you from head to toe. “But you guys aren’t…affected…by me though, right?”

Mountain lets out a deep, vaguely sinister chuckle which Dewdrop snorts at.

“Oh, babe we’re affected alright. Makes us all fucking crazy. It’s just that everyone else handles it better than Swiss, he’s always been so sensitive about these things. We just go back to our rooms and jack off when it gets too much but he’s gotta be fucking dramatic and make a scene.”

You can’t lie, the thought of the ghouls alone in their quarters touching themselves to the thought of you makes your head spin and your cunt ache. Before you can comment on Dew’s bombshell statement, Cirrus interjects with a loud clearing of her throat.

“Hon, why don’t you go talk to him?”

Mountain’s eyebrows shoot up and Dew snickers to himself, causing you to pause a moment.

“Is that a good idea? Or will I make the problem worse?”

“Depends what you’re gonna do for him,” Dew says, a grin curling his lips. “Gonna help him out? I call dibs on being next.”

This time Cirrus doesn’t hold back when she smacks Dewdrop on the arm with the flat of her palm, causing him to yelp and jump in his seat. It’s your turn to roll your eyes as you stand and make for the door.

“Good luck,” Mountain intones ominously as you pass the threshold.

It takes a good ten minutes of you wandering the cloisters to find Swiss. When you see him, back against the wall bent over on himself at the waist your heart sinks. He looks fucking miserable. Were you about to make a bad situation for him worse?

His head is in his hands as you approach him, gripping at his curls. When you get within a yard of him, he unfolds and practically slams the back of his skull into the surface behind him. His body sagging, he turns to look at you, tail flicking behind him in agitation.

“Hey,” you say softly. “Wanted to talk to you.”

He chuffs out a desperate little laugh and folds his arms in a defensive position across his chest.

“About—” he clears his throat when his voice comes out a little too raspy, “about what?”

“They told me about uh. How you guys can smell me. You know.”

He squeezes his eyes shut and you wonder briefly if he’s willing you to disappear, his palms rubbing viciously at the stubble on his cheeks. He doesn’t speak for a solid minute and you shuffle in place, wondering if you should just cut your losses and walk away. When you shift a foot to leave, he reaches out towards you to gesture without touching.

“Don’t,” his eyes open and he looks at you longingly. “Please don’t leave. I—fuck.”

You’re by his side in an instant, hand on his bicep. Upon touching him for the first time, he flips your positions with a growl so that now he’s looming over you while you’re backed against the cold limestone wall. He doesn’t touch you, just hovers his hands above your shoulders while he leans in at the juncture of your neck to inhale deeply. He’s close enough now that you can feel the hardness of him pressing insistently, achingly into your belly and you look up at him.

“Let me help you,” you whisper, moving a hand to his cheek to drag the pad of your thumb along his jawline. “Please, Swiss. I want to help you.”

He lets out a noise that is somewhere between a hysteric laugh and a painful cry as you stand on your tiptoes to reach him. The upward tilt of your chin is all the invitation he needs and he slams his mouth onto yours. The breath is knocked from your lungs as he molds his lanky body to yours, gripping at your hair and neck. You barely register the way his tail wraps tightly around your thigh, drawing you even closer to him. His tongue is desperate against your lips, begging for entrance and you oblige him. The noises he makes as he plunders your mouth are desperate, animalistic, and they send shockwaves straight to your cunt. When you finally have to catch your breath, push him off you with a slight shove and he whines low in his throat.

“Can I touch you?” you breathe up at him and he replies with a frantic nod. You place your hand over his heart and very slowly drag downwards, reveling in the hard planes of his body. He’s watching you, pupils blown, and when you finally cup your palm against the curve of his cock he slams his fist on the wall behind you, effectively caging you in.

“Fuck, baby,” he whines, bucking his hips into your touch. “Please.”

You breathlessly follow the line of him through the black denim and when your thumb brushes over the head his tail tightens its grip on your thigh, practically cutting off circulation, as he pushes you even further into the wall. Your exhales are nearly as ragged as his when he slots a long, firm leg in the space between yours, pressing divinely against your cunt.

“Don’t stop,” he croaks as you continue to swipe your fingers over the clothed head of his cock. “Please, please, please.”

Your wrist is at an awkward angle now with how intently he has pushed you against the wall but you do your best, sliding your palm over the denim in long strokes. Your eyes dart around the cloister, briefly worrying about who could stumble upon you but then he presses right there and you let out a breathy moan. Your own hips are rocking against him now with every swipe of your hand, both of you working in tandem. When you feel his cock jump, he lets out a whine and his hips begin meeting you stroke for stroke. You’re close but not close enough when he jolts forward, practically collapsing on you when he comes with a cry. His hand covers yours and urges you to continue moving even as he finishes, his body writhing against you. When you look up at him you see him blink tears out of his eyes and take several deep, shuddering breaths. Abandoning his softening cock and the wet spot at the front of his pants you wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his chest, breathing deep. He smells like smoke and something sweet that you realize after a moment is your perfume. And the realization hits you that you’re greedy for him, need your scent on him again and again. You separate but he’s still loosely holding you in his lean arms.

“You didn’t come,” he says flatly. “I’m sorry.”

You smile and when you run your thumb over his stubble, he practically purrs while leaning into your touch.

“You can make it up to me.”

[pinkiemachine]

Superman: Origin Story! 🎉

Part one involving what became of Krypton and the rest of the El family will be linked below.

Lara and Cal crash landed together on Earth (specifically, outside of Smallville Kansas) in the summer of 1977 with their escape pod badly damaged, and Lara bleeding out. As luck would have it, a young couple was driving through that part of the country and saw what they thought was a plane of some sort crash land. John Kent jumped out of the car and went to check to see if there were survivors and found a Kryptonian escape pod, steaming and smoking, with a woman and baby inside. Lara could tell that she didn’t have much time. Attempting to speak to John (though, he didn’t understand her language) she asked that he would take care of her son and bring help. Along with Cal, she also gave John a small, hand-held device that he couldn’t figure out the purpose of. Then… she died.

John was left standing there, not knowing what to do for a few seconds. Ultimately, he figured he ought to bury the body out of respect, so he ran back to his wife to give her the baby. By that point, though, there were already dark shapes on the horizon. Martha spotted them. Black helicopters. The Kents got in their car and sped away as quickly as they could, not wanting to get tangled up in whatever conspiracy this was. John didn’t take them back to house that night. Instead, they kept driving until they reached his sister Emma’s house where they would lay low for a while.

Martha was still holding baby Cal and she couldn’t bear to let him go. She had suffered a miscarriage just a week before and immediately fell in love with the boy. There would be no getting rid of him now. They decided to name him Clark, after a word John thought that the woman in the pod had tried to say to him.

After the black helicopters had gone, and after the crashed pod had mysteriously disappeared, John and Martha went back home and continued on with life. Naturally, they had a million questions, but answers would be very tricky to supply unless they wanted to poke their noses into uncertain places. So they kept to themselves. Clark, meanwhile, was growing up fast and strong. Literally. By the time he was two, he was lifting things he really shouldn’t be able to, running faster than they could keep up with, and falling out trees on purpose (not sustaining any injuries) because it was fun. This was their first inkling that Clark might not be human. (After all, Kryptonians do look a lot like humans.)

I would also like to mention that in this version, Clark has siblings. Yes, a few years after saving Clark, Martha gave birth to another son, Micheal. Then came Sean, then Rueben, and finally Suzie. They all worked together on their father’s farm, though it was kind of an open secret who did most of the work. Clark would out-perform his brothers constantly, and it had become quite the sore spot in the family. But, when the tractor breaks down, who’re you gonna call to get it back to the barn? Probably the superhuman son who can lift it with one hand and fly. They did have a lot of good times as well. They got up to so much stupid stuff…heheh… story for another time.

Clark was told from a young age that he was allowed to use his powers on the farm, but nowhere else. Especially not in town. John and Martha were worried the black helicopters might come back. So Clark did his best, but rumours still abounded. Some of the other kids in his class at school even called him an “alien” because of how weird he acted sometimes. Naturally, he had been told his origins by this point. When he was six, his parents sat him down and explained about the pod and his mother and John gave him the small device that Lara had given him. The moment Clark touched it, it activated. It was a holo-photo projector, and it displayed a portrait of the El family, baby Clark included. This was proof that Clark was from the stars, and from that moment onward, he became obsessed with outer space. By the time he was in middle school, he had star maps and rocket posters pinned up in his room, he tracked down every scrap of alien news and conspiracy theories that he could find, and tried to send out radio signals into deep space with his own dinky, homemade system in the family tree house. He loved his adoptive family, he did, but he also wanted to know what had happened to the rest of his birth family. Were they out there? Did they know where he was? That he was alive? He had so many questions!

Alas, time flew by, and no answers appeared. He had a falling out with one of his brothers (involving Clark losing control and accidentally hurting one of the family dogs with his laser vision) and after high school he left to get a degree in investigative journalism, later taking a job at the Daily Planet in Metropolis. He still talked to his brothers and sister and Ma and Pa, but he felt alienated. He didn’t really belong anywhere. That’s why this job was so important. He would scour the ends of the Earth to find answers.

Little did he know, though, that the escape pod and Lara’s body had been taken by the government and were being experimented on. Head of the classified project currently: Amanda Waller. Most invested investor: Lex Luthor.

Part one here 👇

[another-fanfic-haven]

Uno-Reverse

Thanks for the idea @scratchingcatfics658 :) <3 song that played when i was writing it: Viperbeat

word count: 1184

"Get in here! It's all 'bout to blow up!" You screamed, with your squeaky, panicking voice, extending your arm from the helicopter. It was about to fly off, with the passengers, or without. The group managed to make it just in time, Chris launching both Jill and Sheva up in the air and into the copter. He managed to use some old boxes as leverage to leap into the air, catching your hand by the wrist, and holding you tightly, as your bail ascended off the warzone.

You clenched your teeth, trying your hardest to hold the tall brunet in your grasp. Your eyes closed shut, as you fought to pull his body into the helicopter. You were so focused on not falling out yourself, that you didn't notice when the other two survivors helped you, pulling him up. You collapsed onto the ground, while Sheva and Jill helped Chris onto the empty seat. God, all of them smelled of smoke, ash, and gunpowder.

Whatever the reason was they made you come from Norway to Africa must be critically important...

You collapsed from exertion, and the heat as you got away from the smoking Tricell laboratory. You didn't care what the three of them were doing, you just wanted, no, needed, a nap.

"So, what's the reason behind the 'we need you in Africa in 24 hours' message I got?" You asked, raising your eyebrow and leaning on the doorframe of the makeshift field hospital. Chris and Sheva sat around the bed, wearing medical dressings all over their arms and legs, if exposed to the inferno you all escaped. Jill was lying on the bed, hooked up to medical equipment, beeping periodically. She was awake and conscious, at least, maybe shellshocked... or just incredibly pale. Or both, it's hard to describe her looks. She's so pale, almost see-through, like a ghost.

Chris almost jumped in his chair, your voice yanking him from his thoughts. He beckoned at you to come closer, and so you did, standing a couple of steps from the feet of the bed, with your arms crossed on your chest.

"Meet the legend herself, Jill Valentine. Jill?" The man gestured to the woman lying in bed. You swear, her pale skin reddened at the man's words. She looked at you, trying to pull herself up, before Chris laid a gentle hand on her shoulder, and continued. "This is our tech magician, they'll help us figure out what the hell was that thing strapped to your chest."

Your expression faltered, from disbelief to happiness. Jill Valentine, believed to be long dead, alive and, well, could've been better, but certainly alive. You rolled your eyes, Chris, such a sweet-talker. You shifted on your feet, propping your hands on your hips.

"What device?" You asked quickly, and before you even registered, a weird device was in your hands. A red, scarab-like box, filled to the half with a liquid, with a few, blood-covered cords sticking out of it. You scrunched your nose in disgust, as you inspected the item. You looked up at the three of them, your gaze confused and questioning.

"Can you figure what it is? We know that once we pulled it from Jill's chest she became... non-violent towards us." Sheva spoke calmly, stretching in the chair. You hummed in understanding, laying your eyes one last time on the alien item.

"I'll see what I can do." You replied, at the same moment as you turned on your heel and headed out. God, what a monster that man is. Faking his death wasn't enough, apparently, as he had to use Jill as his puppet. He's gonna pay for that.

And so you began work, testing and probing the device, taking it apart and studying closely. Of course, you also bombarded poor, recovering Jill with questions regarding the item, if she knows what it might be, considering her time spent with Wesker. Turns out she was the help you needed. You swore on your life that you'd take revenge on her for the years of abuse and unethical testing.

And so, after weeks of non-stop, caffeine-fueled work, you came up with a plan that might potentially work.

"Quick rundown, what are we supposed to do?" Chris asked, leaning over the cover you were hidden behind.

"Simple, subdue the target, Sheva will ram the modified P30 into his soft tissue, and then we all pray." You replied, chuckling nervously. You had one chance of your plan working, and if it didn't... Better not to think of that, the plan will work. It has to.

You handed Sheva the modified P30, this time, the tubes were removed and replaced with a series of needles from an insulin pump. Easier to implant, than the original design. Your hands tightened around the controller, which you modified from an old Toyota keyfob. Your bodies coiled like springs, ready to launch an attack. You just needed his stupid, traitorous face to show up, and then...

Like clockwork, the blonde strolled to the hangar, his body bearing no signs of a fight you won. Chris and Sheva sprung to action, running at him at full speed, ready to attack. You stayed in the back lines, hiding behind the pillars, overseeing their choreography of punches and parries. You hoped he was not going to notice you. You have no chance against a deadly machine like Wesker!

"Regards from Jill, bastard!" Chris screamed into his face, landing a punch square in the face, knocking him to the ground. It was brief, maybe a couple of seconds. But it was just enough for Sheva to stab him with your modified contraption, a call for you to jump into action. You moved from the pillar, pressing the red button on the keyfob, activating the device. The adrenaline rushed through your body, seeing the intimidating bioweapon of a man stumble backward, holding his head as he groaned and sneered in pain. You froze in place, keeping the key in front of you, your knuckles turning white from the sheer force you used to press the key.

In any other situation standing still would be a death sentence, but now...

The man, the terrifying tyrant, Albert Wesker... he knelt, his hands dropping along his body. His eyes felt cold, and empty, despite the red of his irises. Your breathing was ragged, your body stiff, as you stared into his eyes.

A crooked smile appeared on your face, turning into a chuckle, then to a laugh.

"We did it! It worked!" You cried out, your body shaking with the adrenaline. Chris and Sheva seemed to be influenced by you, laughing victoriously.

"Another win for the BSAA. Now, we need to neutralize all of this mess..." Chris crossed his arms on his chest, his expression quickly changing from joy to concern. The hangar was still filled with armed Uroboros bombs.

But that's future Chris's problem. Now, you have to get out of the Tricell territory.

You have to hope that whatever was left in the original P30 container will contain Wesker until you get to the base...

[demonslayedher]

Things that flew through my mind while watching this episode:

--For being called "Thank-you, Tokito-kun," Tokito-kun sure isn't in this episode much. Kotetsu-kun does not address Seaweed-Head with '-kun,' he addresses him with '-san.' Oyakata-sama addresses him simply as "Muichiro" in the flashback. Actually, I checked, and only Tanjiro ever calls him that. Is this going to be something Tanjiro hears and thanks him for later? Or has this whole series just been brief chapters in "The Legend of Zenitsu" and that is what Zenitsu titled it?

--Kotetsu-kun is having a bit of a weird night anyway. Brave boy--who, we mustn't forget, is a child who has every reason to feel overwhelmed--went off to get help so that Haganezuka's sword polishing would not be interrupted, and then he fought and nearly got eaten by a demon fish but stayed as strong as he could the whole time. But then when Muichiro starts carrying him and blasting forward at the speed of Pillar, I love that he's screaming his head off. I want a modern day AU of these two hanging out at an amusement park and Muichiro drags him on the big rollercoasters.

--And hey, look, another mention of how important it is not to interrupt that sword polishing process. You want that sword to get ruined, Tokito-kun? Remember that after all the effort you soon go through to protect Haganezuka-san. TO PROTECT THAT SWORD.

--Gonna right ahead to the end of the episode here and mention how Mitsuri is not at all like, "oh no, that's really, really bad" (which it is, that's why Gyokko targeted it), but "okay, watch out, I'm gonna do my best!" This is a girl who has found her true calling. She should give career advice. Does your career make your heart squeeze with excitement even in the tightest pinch?

--As a point of interesting comparison I'm going to come back to, Mitsuri's confidence is well-placed. She runs into situations that overwhelm her and she lacked confidence when trying to learn a Breath she wasn't suited for, but we never see her experience Pillar Imposter Syndrome. Besides just being extremely physically capable, she has picked up battle experience and it has become a part of her. This battle sense serves her very well. On the other hand, we have Muichiro who is not endowed with the same strength, but his analytical abilities are what make him a Pillar quality genius even before he gains much experience.

--Which brings me to Tanjiro, Nezuko, and Genya, the true stars of this episode.

--Look at these three, legit holding their own against Upper Moon Four. It is a wonder none of them died already. Ok, we have good reasons for why Nezuko and Genya haven't, but in Tanjiro's case, this is exactly what Mitsuri was talking about in episode 1 about how valuable Tanjiro's experience against Upper Moon Six was. Tanjiro has had a excellent gut for battle ever since throwing his axe in the air at Giyuu, and he's always been one to analyze a battle as he's swept up in it. But this is not the same Tanjiro who fought Kyogai! He is able to look for openings and weaknesses in totally different ways so that he can stay calm and relatively in control when fighting one-on-one with Urogi (using Urogi to fly back, now that deserves some flamboyant applause), and his battle senses have gotten strong enough to tell him that he might be able to protect himself against a demon's attack if he had the demon's own cells as a shield.

--Also, all those jokes about attacking Sailor Moon while she is transforming, or Goku while he's screaming and powering up? That is exactly what Urogi is going through.

--Genya, man, you might be coping with Repetitive Action, but you are living on spite.

--Now if only Rengoku could have learned a thing or two about not dying from gaping chest wounds

--Genya, since he fights with desperation, does not get many moments to look cool (badass, sure, but not cool-like-a-cucumber cool). That makes it's so nice that he got to strike that sword and glock pose while delivering the "I'm Shinazugawa Genya--that's the name of the guy who is gonna kill you!" line.

--Which means Genya just had the most Sailor Moon moment of this whole series.

--Sekido has good reason to be ticked off with his body-mates lolly-gagging instead of finishing the demon slayers off. After all, Muzan wants the whole village wiped out (and Gyokko is the only one getting any work done, with all four parts of Hantengu being wrapped up with these three slayers!). Aizetsu is like someone watching an animal die for the pure sadness of it. Aizetsu isn't exactly kind, though he is the odd one out among his body-mates, and I would indeed find it very, very funny if he could be convinced to befriend the sad humans (maybe out of getting some protection from Sekido). Sekido would be so pissed off about missing a critical piece of a more reasonable form like Zouhakuten, and Muzan would be pissed off as he gets this report from Sekido while Urogi and Karaku are running/flying amok.

--While I, being someone who has loved tengu for many years, appreciate the various tengu inspired elements in each of the four Ki-Do-Ai-Raku demons, I have always had trouble seeing it in Aizetsu. This is also why he seems like the odd one out to me. It's like, ah, yes, Sekido with the shakujo staff, Karaku with the bonten-kesa stole and hauchiwa fan, Urogi having the bird-like qualities of a karasu-tengu, and Aizetsu in a tracksuit.

--Instead of "half-tengu" wouldn't Hantengu's name make more sense as "quarter-tengu"?

--It's very funny that Hantengu's alter-egos all portray themselves on the side of spiritual mastery (by way of the tengu/Shugenja symbolism, followed by Buddhism-informed deity iconography, all of which is a whole different tangent of its own). Hantengu's own irony is too big to contain in one tiny body. But also, two crossovers I want to see, so if anybody draws them, please tag me: Hantengu & Co. as Father & Co. from Full Metal Alchemist, and Hantengu & Co. as the stars of Inside Out.

--I'll bet Sekido, as part of his anger-management in spiritual mastery, has agreed to stand by and give his body-mates a chance.

--Karaku acts like an overly pushy boyfriend. Learn from Nezuko, everyone. If a guy is ever giving you a hard time like that, kick his head off.

--Karaku wasn't himself in a position to be able to do much more, but his biggest mistake was giving Nezuko her opening. That whole series of moves she did there--well-placed and powerful kick, sacrificing an arm that'll quickly grow back anyway, throwing blood in Karaku's newly recovered face, and then using her fire as a distraction to reorient and physically overpower Karaku by twisting his arm off to perfectly use his hauchiwa against him, and then turn around ready to use it against Sekido--brilliant.

--Nezuko is not the same demon kicking around and getting her leg blown off by a Taisho soccer ball. She's also not the same demon desperately thrashing around a flesh-filled train. This isn't even the same demon curb-stomping Daki; she has mastery of this state now. Nezuko has peaked here with her battle techniques.

--...especially because this is last night she ever uses her demon abilities

--But!! Thinking ahead to Tamayo's analysis, Nezuko has been prioritizing other developments over reattaining her self-awareness, leaving her mind in a childlike state while she gains abilities closer and closer to those of Upper Moons, and finally masters the sun. However, Nezuko has also shown leaps and bounds in her awareness as well. Just think! What if we had a Nezuko as analytical as her brother this whole time? In all that time Tanjiro was asleep, perhaps Nezuko was also asleep, trying to attain mastery over herself so as to prevent another near mishap? And this gave her more ability to think in battle, as opposed to just attacking with her gut instinct? Nezuko is perhaps just acting on instinct when landing that series of moves on Karaku, but her instincts have gotten really sharp for how to save Tanjiro multiple times in this battle, and for using her blood to heat the sword, even if her idea was just "I'm stuck, take my fire and go." Whatever the case, baby does more than just slash and kick now and I'm so proud of her!

[childlikegoblinqueen]

Huntlow Week Day 1: Prompt Halloween/Hooty

"Oh! Good evening Hunter!"

A sliver of light passed over Hunter's body from the inside of the Park house.

He'd knocked.

He had.

Willow liked the danger of Hunter sneaking in through her balcony, and though she'd offered to "magic him up" with vines, or to have Clover fly him up, tonight of all nights, Hunter opted to act appropriately and knock.

Slowly, the door cracked open and a small sliver of warm light slid out from the Park's kitchen in a line over Hunter's head.

"Ah! Hunter. Good evening!" Harvey Park smiled. "Please come on in!

"Thank you Mr. Park!" Hunter gave a small smile and Harvey opened the door even wider which made Hunter's smile wider as well.

"Gilbert's out getting some last minute grosseries for dinner, and Willow's upstairs waiting for you!"

"Yessir!" Hunter bowed his head only to feel Harvey's sturdy hand on his shoulder.

"Of course." Harvey chuckled. "And Hunter? I do hope one day you will call me Harvey?"

"I hope so too." Hunter whispered.

Within seconds he had rushed up the stairs, with a thick tapping sound from his pink crocs. He reached another door covered in pictures of various types of flora and knocked again.

"Trick or treat!" Hunter sang out as Willow's sunny face answered.

"BOTH!" She answered, pulling him in as quickly as she shut the door behind them.

Then, Willow Park had Hunter in her arms. She tackled him gently and they fell on the floor in breathless peels of laughter.

Hunter let out a snort and lifted his hands , "I SURRENDER!" he shouted. "I AM AT YOUR MERCY! ANYTHING YOU WANT! IT'S YOURS!"

"Pfft! You're being a pushover on purpose." Willow teased. She laid her head across his chest, ear to the place she had told him so many times was best to hear his heartbeat. "Did you bring the goods?" She whispered.

"Check my bag." Hunter nodded.

They sat up as Willow dug her hands through his school bag pulling out a big pillow case full of every kind of Human Realm Candy possible.

"W-we probably should wait until after dinner before we get started on that." Hunter rubbed the back of his neck as he watched his girlfriend line up each piece of candy in order of what she liked to eat first.

"Hunter?" Willow stopped a moment. She looked at him with a soft smile. "Are you sure you're not mad that Gus is over with Luz and the others for Halloween?"

Hunter shook his head. Gently, he pressed his hand against his chest where Flapjack lay. "I get it. Maybe one day I'll be ready to do a real Human Realm Halloween again? But I wouldn't want to hold anyone else back." He felt a sharpness behind his throat. "Are you disappointed?" he whispered. "I mean, that you aren't over there now?"

Willow's cheeks went pink. "Nah." She waived her hand and shuffled a bit more through the pillowcase. "Getting to do Halloween last year was fun and all ... until ... you know. Until it wasn’t?" Her eyes watered a bit. "But there's a lot of things I get to do this year that's even better?"

"Yeah? Like what?" Hunter gave his girlfriend a lopsided grin. From the look on Willow's face he knew that she'd found it. The one thing he'd hidden in the bag of Reeses', and Hersey Bars, and those weird triangle things that Luz insisted were "loser candy." And then, Hunter felt his grin spread.

Gingerly, Willow opened the box of Pocky and slid out one long thin cookie, resting the chocolate covered side between her full lips. With the tips of her fingers she drew his chin closer towards her own. As Hunter began to eat one side as Willow ate the other, meeting in the middle in a soft, sweet crumb covered kiss.

"I get to do stuff like that." Willow whispered as Hunter felt his ears light up.

"Mmmmmmm." He hummed. "That was nice."

"You wanna have another piece?" She whispered.

A sliver of guilt filled Hunter's stomach. "B-but your dads are gonna be calling us down for dinner soon?"

"Maybe?" Willow shrugged. She crawled closer, placing the new stick between her lips and with a devious laugh, she rumbled, “But it is Halloween, and I think we're required to spoil our dinner with something sweet."

And without any further argument, Hunter closed the space between them with another kiss.

[cutelittleriot]

Return to origin holiday special part 2 finale

It's been about 3 days since the holiday party and Barb had eaten the origin fruit and everything was going fine in Pop village.

Poppy was busy getting ready to help Bridget with her wedding and Branch was off helping King Gristle at the moment with preparations.

She was off to go get some recipes to use for the party when Debbie showed up and flew up to her holding a letter. "Oh it's already that time? Man it sure does pass quickly I swore it was like it was only yesterday" Poppy jokes as she pets Debbie's fur.

Debbie feeling tired from the flight rests beside Poppy for the moment and she happily beging to pet the little bat as she opens up the letter.

'Yo Poppy

It's Barb I decided I'm gonna write as the days progress so right now it's the day after I ate that glitter bomb of a fruit and right now I'm so ITCHY! WOW HOW DID YOU TWO DEAL WITH THAT?!

Also along with this stupid itchiness my back has been hurting nothing too bad but it's very annoying. Thanks to these 2 annoyances I can't even rock out properly. I decided I'm gonna use my rage room for now until this stupid phase ends.

Apparently next are the fangs I can't wait to get them! Well wish me luck tomorrow but for you it's the next part of this letter.'

Poppy raised a eyebrow in confusion,what did she mean her back was hurting? That never happened to her or Branch. It might be a rock troll thing hopefully,she just hopes Barb is alright.

Day 2

Yo so uhm I got my fangs they are cool and all but why did some of my other teeth also get sharp? Like all of my front teeth are now sharp,they aren't as long as my fangs but still.

I don't hate them though far from it I love them to death they make me look so cool! Bet it's a rock troll thing but I'm doing what your little loverboy said and I'm writing this down even if I hate doing this ugh

But yeah I bit into some meat and there were my old teeth I'm so keeping them btw after that my other teeth were hurting for the entire day that wasn't fun but still

Oh also back is still hurting btw I checked it out I have these 2 bumps on them I should probably be concerned but I really don't care it's not like they have prevented me from doing anything so I don't care

Anyways time to Wait for tomorrow ugh I really don't want those pads they make me look so....cutesy ugh'

Poppy is now beginning to get worried for her friend. There's bumps on her back now?! And her other teeth are sharpened?! She quickly tries to calm herself down again it is probably just a rock troll thing.

Day 3

Alright so I'm getting pawpads but the weird thing is I'm only getting them on the palm of my hands for some reason?

Well I'm not complaining that's for sure they are tolerable that's all I'm saying for now

Well that's all that's going on for now but before I go I noticed my pupils are becoming more slitted that's cool and those bumps on ky back are bigger now and for some reason i can sort of move them? Anyways later Poppy gonna go rock out for a while

Poppy reread that part again,pupils become slitted?! And what does she mean she can move those bumps now?!

She definately needs to tell Branch about this later. Debbie who is now better after resting for a bit gets up and nuzzles her before flying off and Poppy waves off the little bat.

She really hopes Barb is doing alright though.

It's been 4 days since the last letter arrived and Poppy has been anxious she knows how it went for her and Branch she could only imagine what pain Barb went through.

Her tail twitching in anxiousness she waits for the sound of Debbie's wings flapping or even her scent to ease her worries. She has been getting used to her heightened senses it has taken some getting used to though,but now she can mostly handle it.

Soon enough her ears twitch and she can hear the familiar sound and she smiles in anticipation but also in worry.

She quickly takes the letter from the bat who decides to lay in her hair to rest. She uses her claws to tear open the letter and begins to read it.

Day 4

'Alright so I know somethings up cause from that encyclopedia your boyfriend gave me I think somethings different is happening to me right now.

Cause my fingertips are bright red and they feel weird, they don't really hurt they actually feel more numb than anything and they feel more.....hard than anything else. They look like claws they are pointed but unlike yours they sure don't retract or anything like that.

I dig em tho they look cool and I bet I could perform some even more sick rifts with these things!

Well that's all oh and I checked the mirror and yeah my pupils are definately slits now and those bumps are continuing to grow ugh its starting to become hard to wear shirts anymore

Anyways that's all later

Poppy tilts her head "Hmmm?" So looks like rock troll claws are different compared to pop troll claws very good information to know. She begins to read day 5's entry

Day 5

So I now have full on claws on my hands so that's cool. Oh also it seems I don't really have paws compared to you two they are more hand like than paw like.

Anywho got those pads growing on my feet now again I don't have any on my toes just the bottom of my feet feels weird ngl

But that's all for now I have to cut holes in my shirts for those bumps tho my dad knows what they are but he won't tell me he just says I will like how they will turn out whatever that means

Laterz

Poppy is now more curious as to what Barb will look like but now she is dreading the next days entry that's when it's at its worst. Bracing herself she continues on.

Day 6

Ow

That's it

She blinks once twice and rereads it. "Ow? Just ow?" She asks outloud. THAT DOESNT GIBE ANY CONTEXT AS TO WHAT HAPPENED WHAT DOES SHE MEAN OW?!

Her ears lower as she tries to figure out just what Barb meant by 'ow'. That one word alone could mean so many things. Did she get didigrade legs like her and Branch? Did something else happen?

She is left with those thoughts as Debbie flies off back home. She takes the letter and heads back to her pod. She just hopes Barb is alright, she knew what she was signing up for when she ate that fruit but still. She goes to sleep hoping everything will be alright.

It's the next day and Poppy was still busy preparing stuff for Bridget's wedding when her ears perk up and she hears the sound of a angler bus approaching. Looking up she sees it descend and it opens up revealing....Barb and her new self and wow she looks so cool.

Branch who heard the angler bus too heads over to where Poppy is and gapes at Barb. She grins showing off her sharp teeth and jumps down from the angler bus.

"Whats up guys ya like my new look?" She grins as the two take in her appearance. Her fur wasn't as long as theirs for sure but still there. The ends of her fingers have turned into bright red claws and a dark red pawpad was on the palm of her hand.

The same thing goes for her toes as they too have been turned into claws along with her new digigrade legs. Her tail sways behind her,it was the same color as her fur with a bright red line of fur going from the base to near the end of the tip of her tail which is now shaped like a arrow. Her slit pupils look over the two as she gazes their reactions.

"Oh my gosh Barb you look so cool!"Poppy gushes as she looks her over. "If you think this is cool check these out!" She says and turns around showing off "Are those wings?!" Branch exclaims as he looks at the two wings that were folded against Barbs back. They were the same color as her fur with the inside being a bright red.

"Yep our ancestors had wings and such,don't know why we don't know cause these are so cool!" She tells them as her tail wags and the wings give a little flap.

"I honestly can't imagine having wings having a tail is weird enough but even more limbs and appendages? Yeah no" Branch says shuddering at the thought of having wings.

"Can you fly with them?" Poppy asks curiously. "Yep sure can but only for a very short time before I'm exhausted,trust me it's not as easy as you think it took me hours to try and just get off the ground" Barb complains.

"But yeah I'm liking the new look don't regret eating that thing. So you guys want to go hang and do some crazy stuff?" Barb asks with a feral grin. "Uh yeah!" Poppy agree with her tail wagging in excitement. "Uh Poppy maybe we shouldnt?" Branch says a bit apprehensive. "Alright then chicken we will leave you out of this" Barb says intentionally annoying Branch who grumbles before joining the two as they go out and have some fun in their new bodies and to help Barb get used to her new self.

For rock trolls it goes

Stage 1 fur

Stage 2 fangs and teeth

Stage 3 pawpads

Stage 4 claws

Stage 5 pawpads on feet

Stage 6 toes turn into claws and legs become digigrade

Stage 7 tail grows

And throughout this entire process wings are slowly growing out of the trolls back they allow the troll to fly but only for very short periods and then the troll will have to rest for a bit

Here she is (I tried guys I really did)

[nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105]

“Falling In Love With You”

Master List

TW- Angsty, Maybe a Happy Ending, Main Character Death, Blood, Depression.

Another Love - Tom Odell

“You do know I’m not real.”

*she spoke softly hiding in the shadows*

“You’re very real to me Schatz”

König spoke softly and quietly while on watch.

“I’m not alive. I’m a ghost”

“I died a long time ago. But it’s weird how you’re the only one who can see me.”

A few months prior König and his fellow operators were moved to a different base. Upon arrival he noticed a woman wearing a different colored uniform still in her full gear. She carried a rifle on her back and she walked around base watching everyone. He took notice of this and realized no one noticed her. He decided to ask someone that was familiar with the base.

König was shocked that there was no female personnel on base.

But why was there a woman walking around base and no one saw her but him. So he pushed the thought to the back of his head and he wandered the halls when he saw pictures of former soldiers that had fallen before him. He spotted her picture and he glanced at her photo. When a voice was heard behind him.

“That was taken when I was stationed here. Only if I knew what the future held for me I wouldn’t have volunteered that day. But it’s what if’s at this point. Walking around here and seeing nothing recruits and other operators walking around and no one can see me.”

*the female voice scoffed and walked away*

“I can see you?”

She stopped in her tracks. She turned around to see who spoke. She saw the behemoth of a man that stood before her.

“You can see me?”

*she pointed to herself and looked around*

“Yes, my name is König”

König kept his introduction short. He wanted to talk with her. She was beautiful to him. He wanted to know more about her.

“You’re not lying you can see me?!”

She started to get excited but she stopped and reminded herself she died years ago. She smile to him and started to examine him.

“My name is (y/n) my call sign was “echo” when I was alive.”

“Why are you here if you’re not alive?”

“That’s a long story?”

“I have time today. Care to share your story.”

She lit up at his invitation to talk to him. She walked beside him and started to stutter a bit then she took a deep breath and exhaled and started to tell her story.

“I was stationed here I had a lot of experience in the field. I was a recon sniper and I was moving up in my ranks as the youngest one here. And I was the only female soldier here as well. I was training with some of my friends and my commander came up to us and asked for volunteers to take part in a recon mission that was gonna be a fly over. I volunteered that day and I got ready and had my rifle in hand. We had left and I should’ve known that what I was walking into was a trap. There was so many things that weren’t right.”

“As soon as we touched down there was my Commander standing with the enemy shaking his hand.”

“We were sold out and my fellow operators stood in the line of fire.”

“My best friend was killed instantly. I managed to crawl away a short distance I was bleeding out badly. I tried to call Captain Price. He was the only person I thought of in that moment. I managed to get through and notify him about what had happened and he immediately responded and told me hold on.”

“My Commander walked over to me and pressed his boot down on my chest wound. He pulled out my own gun and I closed my eyes”

“Everything went black. The sound of the gun echoing was the last thing I heard. I felt like I was floating. But drowning at the same time. I didn’t know that I died that day. It took me years to get pass it. And I’m stuck here. When I woke up I was laying outside the base still in my old uniform and I wake up like this everyday. I don’t know why I’m still here.”

“I walk around base looking at all the new faces and wishing I could join my fellow operators in the next life or to move on away from here.”

“All of my friends are dead.”

“They all died in the line of duty. Those pictures you were looking at, that was us.”

“I’m haunted by what happened to me I was only 26 when my life ended. I never had my first kiss or gone an actual real date or been intimate with someone. All of that was taken from me. Now I’m a lonely Ghost that walks around here. And I don’t creep on the guys when they shower. If you must know.”

“My life was cut short by betrayal. The man that got me killed is still alive out there somewhere. Here I am bound to walk this earth as a fucking ghost. He’s out there living his life.”

She started to cry in front of him. Wiping away her tears. She stopped and looked at him.

“Im sorry it just….it’s good I have someone who can see me and hear me.” “I haven’t talk to anyone for a long time. And I’m glad your still here listening to me.”

“I’m so sorry that happened to you. I can’t say anything to comfort you. And I’m sorry your life was cut short Schatz”

König felt sad for her. After listening to her story he felt a longing for her. He wished he had met her sooner. He could’ve protected her from the dangers that was bound to come across her path. Before he could speak to her again she disappeared.

Over the course of a few days she made her self scarce with her appearances.

König noticed she didn’t make her appearances. He was sad about it that she didn’t come out as often as he wanted.

But she was around she just hide herself from him. She had developed feelings for him. And she couldn’t see him because it made her feel uncomfortably sad.

She had heard about his mission and she had a bad feeling about it. So she decided to get aboard his plane and be there to protect him.

As the night fell she went into action. She stalked his team in the darkness and when the team decided to rest she took it upon herself to scout out the area. She saw that König and his team were walking into a trap if they proceeded further. She hated that would mean she would have to make an appearance. She walked over to his team and give him the warning. She hid in the shadows and she watched him.

“König”

*she spoke softly*

König was startled by her voice but he was happy to hear and see her again.

“Schatz”

“König please listen to me okay?”

“Don’t go any further there’s a trap laid out for you and your men. They will kill you all. Please don’t go any further. I had a bad feeling when you received your orders and I didn’t want you to die the way I did.”

“Please for me König”

“Okay, we’ll stay.”

König order his men they were gonna stay put and wait. They were a bit confused as why and so he ordered them to keep watch for any movement.

“Schatz tell me what’s wrong?”

“There are men waiting for you guys around the corner and a 4 snipers waiting in ahead they will have you all boxed in and no one is gonna make it out alive. So I had to warn you before you make the same mistake I made.”

König trusted her word and decided to move his men away to a safer location. He decided to call in a air strike on a more secured line.

König sat and waited for the air strike to come raining down on the coordinates that (y/n) gave him.

He was sitting in her snipers nest waiting. Then she spoke again.

“You do know I’m not real.”

*she spoke softly hiding in the shadows*

“You’re very real to me Schatz”

König spoke softly and quietly while on watch.

“I’m not alive. I’m a ghost”

“I died a long time ago. But it’s weird how you’re the only one who can see me.”

“You’re beautiful and I know it’s not right but I think I’m Falling In Love With You”

“You’re falling in love with me?”

“I can’t do that to you. I’m not alive and I can’t be in your life like the way you want me too. I don’t want to say it or admit it to you…… but I’m falling in love with you too König. I know it’s wrong.”

“Where were you buried? I can maybe visit your grave and leave flowers for you.”

“What kind of flowers do you like?”

“I was never buried actually my body was never accounted for on the recovery roster. Why wasn’t I accounted for?”

“Wait!?”

“Do you hear that!? It sounds like beeping and people talking?!”

She started to disappear.

“Welcome back (y/n)”

“What? Where am I?”

The blinding lights blinded her. She was sitting in a hospital. She looked around and at her hands and feet she touched the nurse. I’m alive.

“I have to find König”

She asked the nurse to give the base a message to König. The nurse took the message and passed it along to the base where König was arriving back. He was sad and heartbroken that she disappeared. He thought about her the entire way.

One of the recruits came running to the tarmac with the message in hand.

Once König read it he grabbed all of his gear and ran out to the barracks and put everything away and ran off base immediately to the hospital she was at.

He was breathing heavily as he entered the hospital looking for the nurses station and he asked about (y/n) the nurse gave him the information and he dashed off looking for her.

As soon as he got to her room she stood by the window hooked up to the IV stand. She was wearing a hospital gown and a bit skinner then what he saw. But that didn’t bother him but she was real and she was physically stand before him. He crept in slowly.

“Is this real?”

“Yes Schatz its real.”

“I’m alive”

She started to cry and König hug her from behind. Feeling her warm frail body against him. He never wanted anything more than this moment. She sobbed into his arms. He cradle her in his arms.

“All this time I thought I was dead. I was alive and half dead.”

“I can’t believe it. You’re actually here with me”

“I’ve Fallen In Love With You (Y/N)”

König brushed her hair out of her face as he leaned down to kiss her.

a/n credit to the artist for the gif. Name is label beneath the gif. The picture for this one. The artist I cannot locate but credits to them. I will keep searching for them.

[maxverstappensflatbrim]

Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [15]

chapter fifteen, act two: anobrain

masterlist

November 3rd 2013

Tommie truly feels like Stevie Nicks in this moment as she sings lyrics of songs she and Matty had written together, glancing at him from time to time.

Of course, she was not much of a Queen like Stevie herself and didn’t have the energy she had during the whole Silver Springs fiasco.

She had however, given several dirty looks to Matty everytime he tried to approach her on stage, and had gone back to hiding behind Ross in the shadows.

Usually, to try and cheer her up and lessen the anxiety she felt Matty would come over during songs and distract her as she played. Maybe he’d share a dance with her during a break in the song, play with her hair, lean his head on hers as they sang a part together.

But today, everytime he approached her, to the delight of the crowd who cheered a little louder as they had grown to love those little special moments of the shows. She shook her head.

At the end of the show Matty had tried going after her as she moved quickly off the stage, but George had suggested he stay back and distract Adam so he wouldn’t worry.

George had panicked when she wasn’t hiding away in her usual spots, but he had quickly found her when he realised her jacket (and his own packet of cigarettes from his jacket)had disappeared.

“For Christmas I’m gonna bulk buy you a bunch of cigarette packs so you stop stealing everyones.” He tells her as he approaches.

She’s stuck in her head, rethinking the past couple of days over and over. The night with Matty, the conversation this morning, everything. 

“Tom?”

“Hmm?”

He holds a hand out and clicks his fingers a little, she shakes her head then starts patting herself down until she finds his pack handing them over to him.

“I-”

“Forgot yours, yeah, you always do.”

“Sorry.”

He shrugs, lighting the cigarette hanging from his mouth and leaning on the railing beside her. He eyes her sceptically for her apology, usually he receives a snark response, ‘sharing is caring’, ‘what's yours is mine’, yet today the one word is muttered, and is muttered so quietly his concern returns. “You alright?”

“Hmm?” She looks up, hands hanging down over the railing with the cigarette between her fingers, “Yeah.”

“What’s going on?”

She glances at him, preparing her little lie but one glance and she knows she can’t go through with it.

“Don’t say nothing,” He tells her, “Something’s wrong. Talk to me.”

Tommie doesn’t say anything to him, she just stares at the floor for a few moments. Instead of focusing on one anxiety, she brings up another, which probably isn’t a good idea with the current head space she’s in.

“I’m just… tired,” She tells him quietly, “And… scared.”

“Scared?”

She nods a little, “Been thinking a lot lately.”

He fakes a dramatic wince and raises his brows, “That must hurt.”

George smiles when he sees her lips twitch a little bit. “Funny.”

“Think I’m in the wrong career,” He tells her, “Should’ve done stand up, could’ve joined Tim on Benidorm or sumat.”

“Yeah, would’ve watched you on all the shitty UK panel shows that are weirdly always hosted by, like, Jimmy Carr or James Corden.”

He hums in agreement then gets back on track, “So, what’re you scared about?”

She shrugs, “I don’t know.”

“Come on, Tom, you know I have weird fears- I mean, nothing as weird as birds, that’s a stupid fea-”

“They’re scary things okay!” She jumps to defend herself, “They could fuckign peck your eyes out G, how you gonna play the drums blind, huh?”

“Well, I’m sure it's been done, by like.. Fuckign Hellen Keller or someone like that.”

“And why do they fly?” She continues on, “It’s fucking strange, they’re fucking strange. It’s a valid fear.”

He raises his hands and steps back with playful eyebrows raised, “Well, I can guarantee whatever you're scared of isn’t as stupid as birds.” She shoots him another glare.

“I’m scared something bad will happen soon, with us, the band… like,” She sighs running her hands through her hair, when the cigarette catches George is quick to take if from her hand so she doesn’t singe her hair, “I don’t know, G, and that’s what’s fucking my head up.”

They stay in silence for a while, George doesn’t know what to say, so he doesn’t say anything. A trait that she wishes Matty has for those situations where he should just keep his mouth shut.

The silence stretches until Ross lets them both know that their uber has arrived to take them out for drinks.

She sighs, “I’m gonna head back,” She tells George but he loops his arm through hers shaking his head, “G, I won’t be able to get in anywhere.”

“Come on, we’re famous.”

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“Come on, we’re famous.” Tommie repeats bitterly as they walk away from the fifth place that has turned them away in the last hour.

She sighs looking back at the group, most moody and annoyed at the walking then to George who’s skipping ahead, “Another one up here, Irish bar, bound to let us in, come on.”

She sighs tugging his hand so he’ll stop, “I’m just,” She glances back again, eyes drifting over Matty who stands with his hands in his pockets, looking anywhere but at her, “Gonna head back, I don’t fancy drinks anyway.”

“Okay, we’ll walk you back-”

“G, it’s fine.”

“You’re not walking through Vegas at eleven on your own.” Adam says sternly.

“Tommie?”

She turns quickly, lips curving a little, “Hey, Caleb, what are you doing out here? Got a gig?”

He goes to hug her, arms lifting, but she stands completely oblivious and unmoving causing him to awkwardly act as if he was trying to lean on the fire hydrant beside her, “Um no, no, me and the band, we moved out to California, it’s Micthell, the guitarist, remember him?” He questions, she nods (she doesn’t remember him), “His brother’s bachelor party tomorrow night.”

“Oh cool, that’s uh, your version of a stag do, right?”

“Assuming that’s the party of the groom?”

She nods and he grins nodding back, he glances round the band passing smiles around, “Hey, ya’ll.”

The five of them cringe at the same time, Matty muttering something under his breath receiving a nudge and a quiet hidden snort from Ross.

“So, you guys had a gig?”

“Hard Rock Casino.” Matty butts in before she can open her mouth.

His smile widens, “Really? Supposed to be great in there, that’s where we're going tomorrow night.”

“Yeah?”

He nods, “Where are you headed?”

“Uh, these guys are gonna go bar hopping and I was just on my way back to the hotel now.”

“Cool, cool, shall I walk you? Wouldn’t want you wandering around alone at night.”

She glances back at the four, they’re all watching lined up in a row, all shaking their heads but she smiles at him, “That’d be great, thank you.”

“Tom-” Adam tries to protest but she smiles at him.

“I’ll see you guys in the morning, alright? Don’t get too drunk, show tomorrow.”

She gives them no time to argue and turns around with Caleb in tow.

As they walk, and he talks about his band and how they’re doing, she sneaks glances at him and takes him in.

He’s the complete opposite of every guy she has ever had a crush on.

Which has only been three people (excluding Alex Turner and Jenson Button).

The first guy was in primary school, he had this horrible bowl cut with dark brown eyes and equally dark brown hair.

The second was in comp when she was in year 10, he was taller than her, much taller than her by almost an entire foot. He played rugby, took ICT and PE as his GCSE’s and had, you guessed it, brown eyes and hair. Only he had this horrible mullet haircut that she weirdly found attractive. The moment he cut it off for a buzz cut half way through the school year the crush was gone.

The third guy was when she was younger, and well, it was Matty. The more she thinks of that one the more she realises it never really went away.

Caleb is completely different.

He has blonde hair that's slicked back, not like a sexy Alex Turner kind of slicked back, more like old mafia American movies kind of slicked back. But it looks good on him, his face is a wider, square shape and he has some darker stubble with larger eyebrows and brown eyes.

He’s not short, but he’s not exactly tall either, probably a few inches shorter than Matty.

He’s dressed differently to his vest and jean shorts she first saw him in, he has a tank top with a striped shirt over it and a pair of blue jeans.

“You had food? Was gonna pick some up for my friends and I, if you’re hungry we can make a stop. On me.”

“I am not one to turn down free food.”

“Tastes better free, right?”

She nods and thanks him as he holds the door open of some shitty 24 hour diner.

They sit at the back by a window and order, he has a burger and a strawberry milkshake, asking for two straws, she asks for just a plate of chips, to which the woman looks at her weirdly and she then clarifies by saying ‘fries’, with a dr pepper.

When food comes and they’re tucking in, she starts asking about the band, and how they’ve been doing since he saw her a few months back.

She tells him about the tour, and the festivals, going into too much detail of the Arctic Monkeys gig, he doesn't seem to mind, he happily sips from one straw of the milkshake and nods in encouragement. 

“Where are you guys going tomorrow?”

“Tucson, then flying to Spain on the fifth.”

“The fifth?”

She nods and he mutters a quiet, “Damn.”

“What?”

“Was going to ask if you wanted to maybe get dinner, like, actual dinner, with me. You know, on a date.”

She looks down, “Is this not good enough to be a date?”

He shrugs, “I like to treat girls a little better than a dingy, greasy diner.”

Just as he says it the waitress walks by and pauses to cast a glare over her shoulder making Tommie lean back and quietly laugh into her hand.

He purses his lips and sends one of his charming smiles over to her, “Don’t order anything else, they’re gonna spit in it.”

“I’ll be sure not to.” She says, lifting the bottled dr pepper to her lips.

“So,” She then goes on to say, “If this were to be a date, and I, theoretically-”

“Of course, theoretically.”

“Agreed, what would we do?”

He thinks for a moment, “You strike me as the adventurous type.”

She’s not. She likes comfort and staying in her little self created box.

“First, I’d take you to see a gig of some shitty underground band-”

“Dirty Delights?” She questions and he fights back the smile at the sight of her own teasing smile, “Heard they’re pretty shit,” She shrugs, “Couldn’t even get drunk frat boys to join in.”

“I know, and I heard the drummer is a grade A asshole, he is also very attracted to this guitarist from that band. 1975, heard of them?”

“Oh yeah.” She nods, “They’re the talk of the music industry, next Fleetwood Mac.”

His teasing smile turns serious, “I think you could be.”

“What?” She pops another chip in her mouth and chews as he tilts his head.

“Be the next Fleetwood Mac.”

She snorts and drops the half bitten chip to lean back against the booth, he smiles bigger, “I mean it, you could be. You and Matt up there. Chaining each other up.”

“Oh my God, that is like the worst saying I’ve ever heard.” She giggles.

He smiles at the sound she makes, “What? It's been said.”

“By who, a serial killer?”

He raises a brow at her but doesn't comment, “Okay, back to it. We’d go to a gig, listen to some music, dress way too over the top for the back alley bar we’d be at.”

“Back alley?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from the creeps.”

“Hope so. But I warn you, I’ve got a very harsh right hook.”

He nods quickly, “Noted. I’ll make sure I’m never on the receiving end.”

“Then,” He carries on, “We’ll make use of our fancy outfits. Go to a nice restaurant, have a seat out on the balcony, you’ll make a comment about the stars- you seem the type- and I’ll ask about you. I’ll pretend to listen but I’ll actually be staring at you cause you,” He pauses and watches her cheeks tinge red, “You’re just so pretty in the moonlight.”

“What then?” She presses on.

“I’ll walk you back to your hotel, you’ll invite me up but I’ll tell you about my no kissing on the first date rule, you’ll ask me how many dates is okay for a kiss, I tell you at least five and you roll your eyes. It's not what I believe, I just say it so I’ll get to see you more.”

“And… happily ever after?” She questions.

He nods, “Happily ever after.”

“Hmm, maybe I’ll take you up on it.”

“Maybe?”

“Maybe.” She agrees as she stands and grabs her jacket, “Now, walk me back so I can invite you up.”

She sighs as he follows her out, a fake sigh as a smile stretches on his lips when he turns to nod at the hotel behind her, brows raising suggestively. “Afraid to say it, ma’am, don’t kiss women on the first date.”

She hums, “Guess you’ll have to take me on another.”

“Florida.” He says suddenly, his hands now in his pockets as they walk side by side.

“Hm?”

“The Big Ticket festival,” He clarifies, “We’re playing, You going to be there?”

She nods, “December?” He tells her ‘yes’, “Yeah, we’re going, I convinced the guys we need to go to Disney World.”

He nods, “Then,” He pauses opening up the hotel door for her, “That’s our first date.”

She turns to the lift but can just see it's open with a few people inside and jogs a little to get there faster, “Hold the door.”

Ross perks up, smiling lazily with his head poking out, “Tommie!”

She smiles at the four guys packed inside the lift, “Thanks guys, uh,” She turns back around to Caleb who’s passed a wave to them over her shoulder.

Matty raises a brow at him when Tommie’s not looking and turns his nose up in disgust.

“So.. Florida?”

She nods, “See you then.”

“Thirty five days,” He tells her, “I’ll count them down.”

“Surprised he can count after that awful count-in that he did back in Texas.”

George nudges Matty to shut up and Caleb looks up at him again, Tommie smiles, the muttering having gone unheard and as she goes to turn around ready to step inside but Caleb gently touches her hand for her attention.

“Think I might want to break my rule.”

“I wouldn’t hold it against you.”

He smiles and closes his eyes, leaning to place a simple peck on her lips, “Florida.” He says against them before walking backwards.

She stands there awkwardly only moving once he’s completely disappeared to step inside the lift.

The doors close slowly, no one says a thing.

“Ooh, Florida…” George says in an American accent as he grips Ross' face, “I’ll see you in Florida, my little alligator Queen.”

“Break your rule, Georgia boy, kiss me.” Ross says in a high pitched voice as they both start making kissing sounds at each other's hands holding each other's faces.

Adam giggles loudly, unable to stop and Matty stands there silently.

“Designated sober friend?”

He doesn’t say anything, just nods, “I’ll take Adam and George.”

“Adam’s bunking with me.” He says simply and she nods.

“Okay, uh, Ross is with John, right?” He nods again, “John’s beside me so, I’ll take them both.”

“I can handle my friends, Tommie.”

She nods, “Yeah, you’ve made that very clear.”

“Doesn’t seem to have bothered you much.” He comments, gaze still forward as she tries to untangle Ross’ hand from pulling on George’s hair.

The door opens and she ushers Ross and George, who are still hanging over each other, out into the hallway, like some kind of tired single mother.

She watches Matty and Adam head down the opposite way, Adam’s arms wrapped around Matty’s waist, his head on his shoulder.

Matty looks up as he opens the door, peeling a clingy Adam from him, his eyes catch hers and she pauses in the doorway.

“Goodnight, Matty.”

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   “Please! You’re not even gonna try?!”   

Marley whinged in the same tone as a five-year-old as she waved the slice of toast in Reiner’s direction. It was taking everything she had not to let the laughter get the better of her and spray crumbs over him, although the sight was deeply amusing. At a truck stop just outside of Lincoln, Nebraska, the two had met outside of their respective buses to stretch their legs in the crisp morning air as Marley scoffed her breakfast of Marmite on toast. Reiner had taken one sniff and grimaced, almost physically recoiling. He wasn’t any more swayed once he’d been told just what it was she was eating.

   “No, I’m not!” he argued, ducking away as Marley thrust the bread towards him. He was adamant that he wouldn’t be persuaded, although Marley’s persistence could be convincing. He battled against the smile he could feel growing as she chased him around the deserted forecourt, determined not to let any weakness show. 

   “It’s brown and sticky and it stinks! Think for a minute about what you’re asking me to eat!”

   Marley wasn’t about to let up the chase, although she did slow her pace for a moment.

   “Reiner, I know for a fact you’ve put worse things than this in your mouth,” she teased, “c’mon, just take a bite.” 

   The blonde shook his head and laughed at her tactics, struggling to believe that she’d resort to foul play just for some yeast extract. They’d been playing this game of cat and mouse for a few minutes, but Marley was already a little out of breath, her stamina nowhere near that of Reiner’s. She knew that he could keep this up for far longer than she could, which just made her all the more determined. If she could just get close enough… 

   “The hell are you guys doing?” 

   Onyankopon’s voice pierced the quiet as he emerged from the Helos bus, one hand cradling his espresso and the other stuffed into the pocket of his pyjamas. He observed Marley and Reiner standing facing each other like cowboys about to duel, standing their ground as if their lives depended on it. Neither one turned to look at Ony, instead opting to keep their eye on their opponent to register their next move. 

   “Mar’s trying to get me to eat some gross British spread thing,” shouted Reiner, his eyes fixed on Marley. “She’s being pretty weird about it.”

   “It’s Marmite!” yelled Marley, hoping Ony’s British background would help her case. 

   “Oh, nah!” Ony grimaced, waving a hand as if to shoo her away, “Rei, don’t let her get near you with that shit!”

   Marley’s shoulders fell in defeat. Damn. I could’ve sworn he said he liked it before. 

   Two against one, Marley knew she was fighting a losing battle, but wasn’t prepared to give up. In one last attempt, she bolted towards Reiner, hand outstretched, hoping to catch him off guard with a more direct, aggressive approach. 

   She leapt at Reiner before he could run, although he’d spun enough so that she landed on his back. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he instinctively hooked his beneath her knees to stop her from falling as he stumbled across the parking lot. Reiner had nowhere left to run as Marley thrust the sticky slice of toast in his face, and with deep reluctance he succumbed to a bite. He slowed to a stop but his hold on Marley’s legs remained, as did her grip on him, as he chewed curiously. Suddenly he spun around, almost sending Marley flying, as he found Ony in the doorway to their bus.

   “It’s not bad!” he called, mouth still half-full, “she knows what she’s talkin’ about!” 

   Ony shook his head. 

   “You’ve changed, man,” he said defeatedly before lowering his voice to a whisper, “you really gotta be pussy drunk to be eating that…”

   “What?” called Reiner.

   “Nothing!” Ony answered, raising his espresso cup in a toast, “enjoy your grime!”

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chapter 3 :)

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Rating: teen- language and duel/cryo-sleep stuff

(working on the Ao3 rn haha pls be nice idk what I'm doing)

Part Three, Hannah: Jedi Mind Tricks. 

Head swimming, she took a deep breath, her mind still pulsing with new information. It was like someone had put a tube into her brain and was pumping it full of facts– that were– apparently, true. 

He was a pacifist and ‘ushaan’di ev’ek’ did mean what her brain said it meant. 

Horrifying, really. 

She had accepted the fight because she knew he wouldn’t. 

Now, she wasn’t sure exactly what an Ushaan was other than a duel- but it was a fight. She was semi-good at those. 

Granted, they were always against other women– and usually spur-of-the-moment things— but no matter. She could win. 

She would win. 

For him. 

She paused. 

Right. Aliens. Weird politics of Secret Antarctica. 

She had forgotten her mission. Escape. 

Turning to the man, she asked, “Where am I? Who are you people? How the hell did you guys make a secret society on Earth? Where are we?” 

He froze. 

“You…don’t know where you are?”

“No. I had no idea aliens existed either!”

His face fell. 

“What.” 

“Dude!” She hissed, “For fucks sake it’s 2007! What the hell makes you think I'd be ready to relive ‘Alien vs. Predator’!?” 

“Excuse me, what?” He reached out to zip open her jacket. At the sight of the hospital robe, he sighed. “Oh. You’re psych ward patient- ok.” 

Hannah gaped up at him. “What?! No, I’m not! I woke up in a tube!? I went to bed in my apartment and woke up in Secret Antarctica!” 

He shook his head, about to say something, but was interrupted by the door flying open again. 

“Wait!” A voice cried, “She- She- just woke up! I need a medical team stat! She’s not supposed to be running for 36 hours after being thawed!”

Another woman, similar to the tall man, snapped, “Thawed?”

“Cryosleep!” The aide yelped, “She’s government property- experiment 2007!”

“I’m a what?!” Hannah looked up at the man again, this time afraid. 

“What…year is it?”

The man winced. Seemingly pitiful, he zipped up her jacket and nodded. “I’m so sorry. It’s 2242.” 

She sat down heavily. “Oh. Where am I?”

The man kneeled, swallowing heavily. “Andoria. It’s a planet allied with Earth.”

Her eyes welled up. 

2242. She’d been asleep for 235 years. Hannah couldn’t do statistics, but she could do basic math. 

235 years. Which meant everything she knew was gone. She wasn’t stupid. She knew that if she went back home there’s be no home left. Everyone and everything would be either in the ground or dust. 

The man then turned, “Rescind your claim. She is in no state to-”

“She was able to speak Andorii.” He snapped, “How?”

Quiet, the man paused. Then he said softly, “I felt The Beacon. Her mind and mine are bound. It makes sense that she’d know that. Conscious thoughts and things close to the surface are usually the first things shared.” 

Hannah eyed the man. 

“Mc’scuse me?” She chuckled, “What? I know alien now because…why?” 

He paused again. His eyes narrowed and he nodded curtly. “Your brain and my brain like each other. Aenar can send each other thoughts. You read my mind.”

Hannah gaped at him. 

“I’m a mind-reader! I can’t do that! I’m not magic, I-”

Please, relax. He said, not moving his lips. 

Tilting her head, she replied silently. 

We can talk in my head?

Yes. He winced, “Our heads. We share our minds now. Although, how much is up to our discretion. Parts of the bond are conscious, like the ability to telepathically talk.” 

She nodded slowly, leaning her back to the wall. “Ok…I’m on an alien planet full of aliens and I'm psychic, and I’m 235 years old. Cool.” 

She was not cool. She was 235 years old and cold. 

And scared. 

The calm that had taken hold of her vanished. Shaking, she put her head in her hands. “I…I think I’m going to pass out.”

In reality, she felt like she was going to puke. But in polite company, she assumed saying ‘I’m gonna yak’ was not appropriate. 

The man stepped forward and took off his coat, draping it around her. Warm and lined with something soft, it felt almost like a hug. 

“Hey.” He smiled slightly, “It’s going to be ok. I’ll sort this out.”

He tapped her on the shoulder three times and walked away, saying something sharply to the similarly dressed woman. 

Huffing, the woman approached Hannah. 

“I am Speaker Hemmer.” She said stiffly, “That was my son. What is your name, child?”

“Hannah.” She sniffed, “Hannah Sugi.” 

“Hana Sugii?” The Speaker’s lips curled into a smile. “Funny. That’s a term Aenar use. You humans call it ‘home sweet home’ we call it Hana-sugii.” 

“Oh?” 

Smugly, the Speaker offered her hand. “Yes, it’s…a good omen I think.” 

The aide, frantic, pushed forward. “EXCUSE ME!” She cried, “She needs a med team! Now!!” 

Rolling her eyes, the Speaker pulled Hannah up off of the floor and promised the aide that there would be an evaluation shortly. 

Hannah, however, was sizing up the Speaker. She was tall. Taller than the man, taller than anyone she’d ever met. She must have been over seven feet. 

“Holy shit-”

“I’m one of the Aenar.” She scoffed, “We’re tall.” 

“I see that.” Hannah sighed, “Can we…”

Her stomach rumbled. 

“Can we get something to eat?” She winced, “I’m starving. And cold.”

The Speaker nodded, “Yes. I suppose we have to feed you.”

This, somehow, made the aide gasp. As if Speaker Hemmer had suggested the moon was made out of cheese or that the Queen of England wasn’t real. 

“Hm?” Hannah eyed the aide. 

Speaker Hemmer sighed, “Aenar do not take meals with others often. However, since you have a bond with my son- I deem it necessary.” 

Speaker Hemmer’s son returned from the throng of people that had seemingly grown in only a few minutes. Everyone was chattering away, and the decorated people she had seen earlier were mysteriously gone. 

He shook his head. “The royal clan has neglected to rescind. She fights tomorrow.”

Speaker Hemmer snapped, “You can’t substitute?”

“No. Since she volunteered directly, I can’t take it for her.” 

Hannah’s brain fog cleared. 

“The duel? What is it? I know it’s a fight, but…” She trailed off. She had fought plenty of times in school and at parties- but never anything as formal as a ‘duel’. 

“Come.” Speaker Hemmer huffed, “We will discuss it over dinner.”

The pale man blanched. He was already pale, but all the slight blue tinge faded from his face.

“Mother, I-”

“Dinner.” She snapped, “Later.” 

He made an exasperated face but grumbled out his agreement. 

A whirlwind of clothes, papers, people, and some scolding later, Hannah was taken to a small house. It was cozy, but seemingly barren save for the necessities. 

“Sit.” Speaker Hemmer growled. 

Her son– who was also named Hemmer– sat down immediately. Hannah smiled painfully and followed suit. 

The table was small and low to the floor, like something she’d expect to see in Japan and not an alien world. The floor embraced her, soft and…heated?

She looked down. 

“The floor’s warm?”

Hemmer laughed a bit, “Yes. Heated floor. Have you never-”

“No!” 

Speaker Hemmer sat down in front of the two on the opposite side of the table. Her face was grim. 

“You’re bonded.” She sighed, pointing to Hannah, “And you’re going into a death duel tomorrow.”

Hannah choked. 

“Oh, it’s to the death?” 

Speaker Hemmer nodded, “Yes. I will prepare you. I only ask that you do not share what you have learned with any outsider.”

“Uh-”

“I’m going to psychically teach you a martial art. You’ll be on level ground tomorrow if you know Gev’chak’er.” 

“Psychic powers can do that?”

“Yes.” Speaker Hemmer smiled a bit. “Think of the brain like a computer; you can download information from others at your convenience. Although, usually one has to be psychic for this to work.” 

Suddenly, she turned away. Gritting her teeth, she spat, “You are the first Human to be bonded with one of us. This is new territory for us all.” 

“What is that?” Hannah asked, “The bond, the beacon?” 

Hemmer nudged her. 

“It’s… a psychic bond. A connection between two minds. Do you feel it?”

Something like a wave rolled over her mind. She reached instinctively for the back of her head- like someone had put a warm hand there. 

She touched the back of her head to find nothing. Hannah pulled her hand away and nodded. “My brain feels…full.”

“That’s normal.” Speaker Hemmer huffed, “It’ll go away soon.”

Another stomach grumble upset the quiet, and Hemmer put a hand to his mouth to stifle a chuckle. 

“Ama, can we please feed her? She’s going to pass out from hunger if not from shock.” 

Speaker Hemmer rolled her eyes. “Don’t you think I ordered something? It should be here soon. I shelled out the money for express delivery- be grateful.” 

In the dim kitchen light, Hannah looked over the two Aenar again. 

Speaker Hemmer’s long, braided white hair cascaded well down her back in some complex pattern, her clothes covered in similar twisting embroidery. Her antennae were covered by a small cap at the top, the little beads twirling in the light with a shake of her head. 

Hannah glanced over at the man beside her. 

Illuminated from behind, his hair almost looked like it was glowing. Held in a simple braid, it was almost laughably plain compared to his mother’s ornate pattern. Her nervous heartbeat slowed. 

She looked at him again, a little closer. The only jewelry he had was a plain chain necklace in the shape of a triangle. 

The symbol burned into her mind; she knew it somehow. Deep within her mind, something called out. Not as a cry, but as a deep and familiar call- like coming home. 

Something in the back of her head shifted again. A candle, a small flicker of life that was his.

 And his alone. 

His nose wrinkled. “What is it?”

She had been staring. 

“Oh! Nothing.” She shook her head, “Your necklace it’s-” 

She stopped. 

“Wait. You’re blind how do you-”

“Psychic vision.” Speaker Hemmer nodded sharply, “Aenar are psychic. Like we explained.” 

“Right.” Hannah smiled, “Psychic aliens. Cool.”

A knock sounded from the front door. 

Groaning, Speaker Hemmer rose to answer it, about as excited as a single adult at a screaming child’s birthday party. 

As she left, Hemmer leaned in. 

“You know, you’re taking this quite well.”

“Yeah.” Hannah scoffed, “Well, that’s because this isn’t the first time I’ve had my life destroyed and because your brain is force-feeding me information.” 

He fell silent as his mother returned with a few bags of food. She pressed a button on the side of the table and it opened to reveal a grill. 

Hannah smiled, “Huh. It’s like a Korean barbecue.” 

“Yes.” Speaker Hemmer smiled in return, “Andorians fry their food or eat communally- like soups or hot pots. We Aenar prefer our food cooked, and although I love my son I’d rather not eat out of the same bowl.” 

Hemmer let out an amused snort as he set the vegetables up only to have his hand smacked away when he reached for a yellow bag. 

“Niinef!” She stressed, pulling out the strips of meat. 

Hannah was about to ask what the deal was but then remembered something. It wasn’t like remembering her own life, it was different. She was looking at the memories of someone else. 

The details were fuzzy, but she got the point. 

He was a man. That meant ‘no touching meat’. Ever. 

It was a religious rule. 

At that thought, her blood turned to hot lead. She felt Hemmer reach out mentally, but she shut it down. She pushed him out of her head– as easy as pushing out an incoming tsunami wave with an oar– but she managed. 

She had survived her religion. Somehow. She wasn’t going to willingly join another. To her, God didn’t exist. Yet, God was inescapable. He either wasn’t there or didn't listen. 

Hannah didn’t know which was worse. 

As the meat grilled, Speaker Hemmer sighed, “I know you have questions.”

“I do.” She took a bite and tried not to melt into the carpet. It tasted like Korean barbecue. 

Focus, bitch. 

Shaking her head, she cleared her throat. “First off, why the tube? Why am I here?”

“I’m privy to classified information.” Speaker Hemmer took a bite, “However, no one knows why you were taken. Everyone who was involved in your experiment on Earth is long dead. There are very little paper records. We couldn’t wake you up because we didn’t know how to without killing you.”

“You keep saying ‘we’.” Hemmer scoffed, “You mean the Andorians.”

“We are Andorians.” Speaker Hemmer sighed, “We live on this planet too. It’s time we start participating.” 

Hemmer rolled his eyes and continued eating. 

“Great.” Hannah sighed, reaching a hand up to touch her face. She rubbed it absentmindedly before she realized something was missing. 

Gasping, she looked down at her bare hands. 

“My nails!” She cried, “Those fucks!” 

She had just gotten her nails done. It was twenty-five dollars- a criminal price for 2007. If her nails were gone that meant-

Hannah got up. 

“Excuse me. Nearest bathroom?”

Bewildered, Speaker Hemmer pointed down a hallway and opened her mouth to ask something, but Hannah was already inside. 

In the mirror, she peered at herself. 

No makeup. No lash extensions, or nails, or jewelry save for-

She reached down. Her navel piercing was still there. Good. 

Her bare face felt foreign to her. She hadn’t really been outside without makeup in years. Unless you count a run to Tesco or a hungover Denny’s trip. 

Makeup was safe. It meant she was free. She didn’t like the correlation between her cryo-imprisonment and having her makeup taken away. 

She eyed herself again. 

She was still tan, with an alright nose and blue-gray eyes. Her dyed blonde hair still looked fairly fresh. It had better, she’d just gotten…

Well. She had felt like she had just gotten it done.

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@plaidbooks 's idea of rwby and ornj are navigating on remmenat version of the river Styx, where they met people that have died, including pyrrha. Pyrrha is guiding them throw the river, but she won't be able to leave when they get out.

*Pyrrah haven't being talking to jaune, try to dismissed him and not try to interact with him as much*

*Pyrrah is on her room, sitting on her bed sad, the door of her room open*

*pyrrah:* sorry, I'll be right down... I don't actually need to eat but it would be rude no to go to dinner...

*pyrrah gets up wipes her eyes, she turn to the door and it's shocked. Jaune is standing inside her room*

*Jaune:* umm... sorry.. look

*Pyrrha:* what... you.. um... need

*Jaune (cont'd):* I... should've... probably

*Pyrrha (cont'd):* look I be right down...

*Jaune (cont'd):* planned... what I was... gonna

*Pyrrha (cont'd):* jaune... pls... stop..

*Jaune (cont'd):* look I don't know what...

*Pyrrha (raises her voice):* Jaune, don't do this...... please.

*Jaune:* look, if we think we forgotten or somehow we move on without you... you couldn't be farther from the true...

*Pyrrha:* that's the thing jaune, I know... everything you done... since I died.

*Jaune:* what? You being..... haunting me?

*Pyrrah:* yeah.... jaune, I have been distant is not cos I'm an angry or cos I'm upset cos you move on but because you haven't... and truth is I haven't either... but I trying...

*Jaune is shocked, is Pyrrha is upset, Jaune looks down accepting of her wishes and turn to the door but stops before turning the knob*

*Jaune:* look before I go, I wanna say something.... from the moment you send me flying on the rocket locker... to the moment I saw your statue on Argus... my memories of you became that of pain, regret and shame... pain cos I lost you, regret cos I couldn't save you and shame cos I let memory of you turn into spiteful fuel, and shame that I came to realize too late how much you loved me and I... didn't.

*Pyrrah look hurted*

*Jaune:* or at least I didn't think I did, cos I couldn't let myself loved and be love to someone so wonderful and i let died.... but when the pain when away and remembered you for who you were... who would help anyone, but was awkward around people, that promoted a cereal she disliked so much she couldn't even eat a spoon without looking like she was about to puke, that was nice to a fault, and let me talk her ear of about team attack names even if she hated them

*pyrrha laughs*

*Jaune:* at first I thought I was tricking myself, like the guilt had change the memory of you, to make me think I had always felt this way for you... that is was a way to make my brain to cope with guilt of what happen but the more I thought back at you, at us.... I realize somewhere between you laughing at me in a dress and me grabbing your hand to dance, I have fallen in love in a way that I was never getting back up again.

*pyrrha is in the verge of tears*

*Jaune (voice cracking):* I love you pyrrha, and I'm sorry I never had the opportunity to make you feel that way...

*Pyrrah:* but you did... you really did. There so many people here that never got a change to feel the way you made me feel, and for that I'll always be grateful, but the thing is I know you, you're a... dummy. You're my dummy and when this is all over we will have to split off, and I know you'll try something to be with me. And I don't want that, I want to live...

*Jaune:* It gonna sound weird but I've life more that you realize

*Pyrrha:* I know what happened... and you haven't.

*those words hit jaune harder that he realize, and starts crying while holding his face on his hands*

*Jaune:* I love you, so much

*Pyrrha hugs him*

*Pyrrah:* that's wonderful...

*Pyrrah holds his face up so he look at her*

*Pyrrha:* now go on and love some more... and when you do all the loving you can... all the living you can... I'll be here. Cos I'll always love you, jaune.

*Pyrrha let's him go and step back from him*

*Pyrrha:* but right now we need to move on from each other...

*jaune wipes his tears, and gives a genuine smile at her, jaune opens the door and prepares to leave, pyrrha looks unsure, pyrrha uses her power to close the door, jaune looks surprised*

*Pyrrha:* we can start moving on tomorrow...

*pyrrah jumps into his arms and kisses him*

[saintlaurentproblems]

I always knew Shawn being a lowkey d-bag would come to light one day. He still has the emotional maturity of a 17-year-old boy when it comes to relationships. He screwed over his high school sweetheart by blatantly lying and backtracking to say that every song he’s ever written since the beginning of his career is about Camila and fans called him out for like that like “umm no we literally have you on video saying it’s about this person, plus some songs on SM3 are about Hailey.” Yeah, let’s not forget when he was hooking up with Hailey Bieber (when she was Baldwin) but then pictures of him and Camila at a pizza place with his manager were posted, they were seen holding hands, and supposedly Hailey was upset because she was confused by what’s going on, which is how she started talking to Justin again because Shawn didn’t know how to define their “relationship”. But of course nothing happened between Shawn and Camilla at that point because she was dating that dude Matthew and then that’s when Shawn went on tour and was seen getting super close and cozy with his opening act, Alessia Cara and there was tons of rumors that they were hooking up on tour…. then he went and filmed Señorita with Camila weird things happen between them. Suddenly Camila is breaking up with Matthew (Let’s not forget Shawn was also hooking up with a Hailey look-alike around that time…she posted flowers he got her lol) and then he starts paying alessia cara dust and straight up Ignores her, and she releases a whole EP about that situation while still being on tour with Shawn.

Camila was also being weird because she knew what was going on between Alessia Cara and Shawn Mendes and the girl was liking and stalking Alessia’s Instagram account….Shawn and Camila of course date for 2 years and then they break up and Camila gets a new boyfriend almost a year later and dates him for like seven months. It was that Austin guy. Then there’s rumors circling that Shawn and Sabrina are supposedly hooking up and that’s when Camila starts stalking Sabrina’s account and people thought it was a stretch, but obviously it wasn’t. On Shawn birthday Camila decides to do a pap walk with her boyfriend Austin for the first time and is found stalking Shawn’s fan accounts on Instagram and then not too long after we get pictures of Shawn and Sabrina publicly out together for the first time…In the midst of all this at the beginning of 2023, DM post that Shawn was supposedly seen outside of Camilla’s apartment with flowers, there was never any proof or pictures though…. And the last time Sabrina and Shawn are seen together in public is around March and then a few weeks later he pops up at Coachella with Camila. That influencer Tana talks about it on her podcast and mentions that she was shocked to see Shawn with Camila because the a week or two before Coachella she had just seen him with Sabrina at a party. Then of course Shawn and Camila date for like 6 to 3 weeks and they break it off and in somewhere between that the reality TV star Charlie Travers fits in (kind of irrelevant). Then rumors are flying that Sabrina is supposedly dating Barry which they make it official at the Vanity Fair party and Sabrina post pictures of herself from that night and then Shawn, who hasn’t been active on social media takes it upon himself to like her post after months of no interaction.

Camilla literally confirms a lot of this on her album. She confirms that she was texting Shawn and sending him stuff even goes as far as to say “does she get this wet for you baby?”. This is then confirmed on Sabrina‘s upcoming album. She says that she was talking to somebody that who was texting his ex-girlfriend. She found pictures of his ex on his phone and he kept playing mind games of going back-and-forth and didn’t know what he wanted. There’s a lot more stuff on Sabrina‘s album, so we’re just gonna have to wait for tonight.

Shawn having a villain moment will be excellent if he handles it well