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raitrolling · 7 months

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Re-Animator, See You Later

[Easy reading version on Toyhou.se]

Lusien drifted in and out of consciousness for nights on end, only vaguely comprehending the scenes around him. He heard the beeping of the machines and muffled chatter between the doctor and their assistant, saw lights far too bright to make him want to keep his eyes open, and felt the frequent waves of pain and nausea between rounds of medication he could barely recall taking.

For the first time since that night he confronted Celise - however long that may have been, he had no idea - he found himself finally able to stay awake for more than a few minutes at a time.

He kept his eyes closed as he tried to sit up, grunting from the strain that any slight movement put on his back. His head felt like it was spinning, and putting a hand to his forehead confirmed the warmth of a developing headache. He was utterly exhausted, but also feeling a bit restless, like he needed to get up out of this hospital bed and do something.

He needed a cigarette.

Lusien cracked open one eyelid just enough to figure out where the bedside table was, then blindly reached over to try and locate his pack of smokes. He doesn’t know where the nurse took his coat - or his other clothes, for that matter - but if she emptied out his pockets then she must have left it-

He winced and recoiled as a clipboard smacked against his wrist.

“Absolutely not, Avalon.”

Lusien grunted and held his wrist, and then opened his eyes to see the incredibly disgruntled face of Chryso Haanda, Vernrot Harbour’s local doctor.

“I’ll need them later,” The blueblood mumbled, certain that the other troll is well-aware that no one enjoys going through nicotine withdrawal, especially someone who smokes as heavily as he does.

Chryso’s lips curled into a snarl, and they bopped Lusien on the head with the clipboard this time.

“In my clinic? You’re damned lucky I didn’t remove your lungs while I had you under my knife. It’d make no damn difference whether you have them or not, lord knows how you managed to make it here with that much tar rotting you from the inside out,” they scoffed.

Lusien pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers and closed his eyes again, which conveniently helped him fight the urge to roll them in response.

“And don’t even think of doing any strenuous exercise like that while you’re recovering, if you’re even capable of such a thing. No swimming, no climbing up flights of stairs, and no picking at the wound no matter how much it may itch. If I have to redo those stitches a second time I will be ensuring they leave the worst scar imaginable, do not test me.” The tealblood tapped the clipboard with their pen as they listed off their various health advice and threats.

Lusien could already feel himself struggling to concentrate, and while Chryso continued to list off all the dos and don’ts of recovering from getting stabbed in the back with an axe, their words were starting to blend together in a muddle of annoyed sounds. He decided it would be best to simply nod along and pretend to listen, as any sort of wound care was the last thing on his mind.

There was the question of who was managing the lighthouse at the moment, if anyone at all. He knew from his time travelling with Anirus that it can go unattended for some time without any major disasters occurring, but in his current condition… It could be a while before it could be back in operation.

Then, there was also…

“How is Celise?” Lusien asked when he was able to get a word in, looking up at the doctor.

Chryso gave him a deadpan look, as if he had just asked something utterly absurd.

“They’re dead.”

Lusien’s mouth fell open, and his head began to spin from the immediate rush of blood to the brain from a combination of anxiety and pure terror. D- Dead? But he- It was only-

Chryso did not react in the slightest, and continued.

“Fatal traumatic brain injury via a blow to the head, preliminary analysis points to blunt force trauma being the primary culprit-” They stop, noticing the blueblood’s expression of horror, and sigh loudly. “- Is what should be the most straightforward answer. The reality is far more absurd, and, quite frankly, not something any doctor should ever have the displeasure of dealing with.”

The lighthouse keeper pauses, snapped out of his spiralling by that strange declaration. He then squints at Chryso in confusion.

“Which is…?”

“Despite every single test I have conducted since you dragged a literal corpse into my clinic confirming that, yes, there is absolutely no signs of brain activity and all organs have catastrophically failed, they are still conscious and moving. I had to bind the damn frog to their bed after they tried to bite nurse Baliso.”

Chryso sighed a second time at the recollection, and briefly pushed up their glasses to rub the weariness out of their eyes. Lusien could not believe what he was hearing.

“I need to see them,” he said, suddenly urgent, and despite every part of his body protesting, he began to attempt to climb out of bed.

The tealblood grabbed him by his shoulders and tried to force him back down.

“You absolutely will not, Avalon. I warned you once, do not test me.”

Lusien stayed firm, and attempted to push back against Chryso’s own strength.

“No. I will be seeing them. It’s important.”

Chryso bared their teeth, but could tell by the resolve in Lusien’s tired eyes that this was a losing battle. If he wasn’t going to see the other patient now, then they’d be likely to find him on the floor hours later, having passed out from pushing himself too far from disobeying their orders.

“Fine. You get fifteen minutes and zero chances to complain about any pain. I will not be providing you with any further painkillers from any discomfort caused by walking around when you have been told repeatedly to stop,” they grumbled, and likely would have spat if they were not in such a sanitary environment.

Lusien nodded in acknowledgement, and as he started to haul himself out of the bed (with all sorts of winces and groans leaving his mouth as he did so), felt a tug against his wrist.

Huh. Oh, right, there’s still all the tubes from the IV drip and presumably a blood transfusion-

“Don’t touch those!” Chryso hissed, smacking Lusien’s hand away with the clipboard yet again, “Just- Just take the pole with you!”

Lusien paused, looking blankly at them, and then realised he would need to get off from the other side of the bed to accomplish that. Of course.

He was unsteady on his feet once he was finally standing, and kept an iron grip on the IV pole in order to stay upright. His head and back still hurt, the lights were still hurting his eyes, and he was still desperately craving a cigarette, but he tried his best to put that aside for now. The doctor did not approve of any complaints, and finding out Celise’s current condition was more important.

Chryso led him out the door and towards the room where the other patient was staying, but not without first rolling their eyes and mumbling ‘I told you so’ at the sight of Lusien’s painfully slow pace. They did not help him, but opted to walk alongside him and kept their hand on the IV pole, so that if he fell it would not be knocked over with him.

As the two approached the room, Lusien felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. It was that same feeling of wrongness once again, but this time… Different. Quieter. Hungrier. He glanced over at the doctor, but their expression had not changed. They could not sense it.

When Chryso opened the door and ushered the blueblood inside Celise’s room, he could only stop and stare.

Celise was sitting on the hospital bed, and as the doctor had mentioned before, had been restrained with medical-grade straps to prevent them from leaving their position. One wrapped around their chest and upper arms to bind them to the elevated half of the bed that allowed them to remain in an upright position, and presumably their legs were similarly bound underneath the bedsheets.

They appeared completely listless, eyes unfocused with teal-blue tinged sclera and pupils appearing slightly cloudy, and dark bags under each eye. The colour of their horns had dulled, darkening around the base, and their hair was greasier and more unkempt than usual. A sludge-like liquid dribbled out of their mouth, not unlike the ink he has personally experienced when under horrorterror influence, and there was a vague wetlands-y smell in the air. Under the bright lights, their skin had a slick sheen to it which Lusien first assumed was sweat, but upon closer inspection appeared to be more like a thin film of slime. Even the dark aura he could see with his psiionics had a lethargic air to it, less explicitly murderous but still highly dangerous.

As he had approached, however, Celise’s gaze suddenly fixated on him as they caught a whiff of his scent, and they emitted a noise that was a cross between a low growl and a croak. Between the slight curl of their lip, Lusien caught a glimpse of a pair of incredibly sharp teeth. They continued to drool, like an animal who has spotted a delicious piece of meat that is just out of their grasp, too transfixed on their own hunger to care about the liquid dripping onto their shirt.

It was incredibly obvious to him what they had become. A slight deviation from the norm for that kind of creature, but the signs were all there.

“Doctor,” he said, turning to face the tealblood. He spoke slowly and matter-of-factly, knowing what he was about to say would likely earn him a comment about whether he also suffered a head injury. But it needed to be done.

“Do you have any spare cadavers?”

#drabble #lusien avalon #chryso haanda #celise shoket #plot: spanner in the works #[looks at the title] oh jeez whats happening here #anyways :) fun times

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aquaquadrant · 6 months

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Title: poor language

Warnings: Shipping (Ethubs, past Impdubs, kissing), session 4 spoilers, references to past seasons

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“You know, Impulse came with me to kill the dragon.”

Bdubs says it casually as he slides off his horse. They’ve officially ended the session, but a few players are still hanging around, catching up on the session’s chaotic events before heading back to their respective worlds. So naturally, he had to stop by Etho’s place to gloat some more about his legendary accomplishment.

Etho, doing some last minute work on his chicken farm, doesn’t look over at Bdubs’s arrival. “Oh, yeah?”

(‘You know, our old thing- if things come down to it, we don’t betray each other.’)

“Yeah.” Bdubs ties his horse to one of the fence posts of Etho’s sheep pen. “Yes, he did, he- it was me, him, and Pearl first before those other- those sneak- snipers, freaking kill-stealers came in after, of course. But Impulse, he- you know, he couldn’t actually kill anything this session so he was just helpin’ out, shooting th- the uh… end crystals… moral support…”

Etho nods, his back still turned to Bdubs. “Good, good.”

“Yes…” Bdubs clears his throat. He puts as much admiration into his voice as humanly possible. “He did amazing.”

(‘Guess what? Impulse and I are in love.’)

“I’m sure he did,” Etho replies, his tone perfectly, infuriatingly neutral.

Irritation flickers through Bdubs. He pauses for a second, working his jaw. “Eeugh- you know it was my task, right?” he presses. “I ha- my hard task, most impossible task in’a world, kill the ender dragon in the life series…”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Finally, Etho climbs out of the chicken hole, dusting his hands off. “I- I kinda figured, ‘cause you know, you were pushing real hard for it…”

“Uh huh.” Scowling, Bdubs puts his hands on his hips. “Well- thanks a lot, then, for the help!”

(‘You could’ve went for me, and you chose not to.’)

Etho’s grinning behind his mask. “What, you expect me to fight a dragon just to help you out?” he asks teasingly.

(‘You clearly don’t know how Etho works.’)

Bdubs’s voice dies in his throat. He swallows, glancing alway. “No,” he lies. “No, I don’t…”

“Gotta play smart in these games, you know?” Etho puts his hands in his pockets, walking over. “Going to the end, uh, it just doesn’t make logical sense. Like, especially if it’s not even my task.”

(‘Etho, I feel like if this whole thing falls apart, alliances and stuff- it’ll still be you and me. We’ll still stick together.’)

“Right,” Bdubs murmurs sullenly. He folds his arms. “Right, right, right, of course.”

Etho comes to a stop in front of him. “So like, why else would I go?”

“Why else, right…” Bdubs echoes. His chest feels tight all of a sudden.

(‘He’s a survivor, that’s all he does.’)

Etho sighs. “What- what’re you doing, Bdubs? Why are you here?”

Bdubs’s heart jolts. “Uh- jeeze, can’t I just stop by to chat?” he demands, throwing his arms up. “Goodness sakes!”

Etho tilts his head. “Well yeah, sure, but you’re always here,” he points out. “Like, since day one you’ve just been finding reasons to come over here…”

(‘Where’s your boyfriend, Bdubs?’)

Bdubs feels his face heat up. “Oh, would you- maybe I come over to see Cleo, did- did you think of that?”

“Cleo’s not here right now,” Etho says evenly.

“Ah hah…” Bdubs rubs the back of his neck. “Well, that’s- yes, yes, okay, you’re right. So what?”

“So, if you wanna be around me so bad, why didn’t you team with me at the start?” Etho asks, taking a step forward. “Why’d you go join up with the Mounders?”

(‘The first thing I wanted to do was… well, yes, of course! Of course, team up with you, yes.’)

“Uh…” Bdubs takes a step back. “I mean, I didn’t- things happen, you know, organically, and- and I didn’t really… I had to build a- a house, upside-down house, other people started buildin’ around me while you- you ran off into the middle’a nowhere!”

(‘Etho has no loyalty to you. He’s just immediately teamed up with the next guy that’s come along.’)

“I think we both know why.” Etho starts walking forward again, forcing Bdubs to take equivalent steps back. “We’ve known each other a long time, Bdubs. We’ve got other worlds outside of these games, where we can spend time together without all the uh, the manipulation and deception and killing.”

Bdubs’s back suddenly hits a tree- he has nowhere else to go. His heartbeat pounds in his ears. “Uh, yeah? And…?”

Etho shrugs, looming over Bdubs. “But that’s just part of the game. So like, we can make all the promises we want, but uh, we both know that sometimes… things don’t end well. So maybe it’s better to keep our distance this time. That way it’ll hurt less, when it happens, and we won’t ruin what we have outside of the game.”

(‘I have a strong feeling we’re not gonna be friends at the end of this.’)

“So that’s it?” Bdubs challenges, indignation rising inside him. “Just- just avoid me, so you don’t feel bad if you turn ‘round and stab me in the back, huh?”

(‘You know I would never kill you, Bdubs.’)

Etho’s eyes flash. “You wanna know why I didn’t go to the end for you, Bdubs?” He leans in. “Cause I don’t have to prove anything to you.”

“Oh, is that a fact?” Bdubs breathes incredulously, staring back up at Etho. “You know what I think? I think you’re just scared. Not of the dragon, sure enough, but of what it’d mean t’go fight it for me.”

(‘I gave him the courage! He was scared.’)

Etho’s expression betrays nothing. “You think so, huh?”

“Yeah!” Bdubs puffs out his chest, a fierce grin spreading across his face. “Impulse didn’t care, as a matter of fact he was happy to do it!”

(‘Now, is this a happy marriage?’)

“Yeah?” Etho’s voice is dangerously soft, almost playful. “Then why aren’t you at his base right now?”

Bdubs deflates again. He should’ve known better than to try and make Etho feel threatened by his history with Impulse. They both know their connection goes deeper than that, than a single season of bound hearts and souls.

(‘Um… I want Etho.’)

“Okay, okay,” he says sheepishly, face burning, “you got me. In fact, I think Impulse- he was already planning on goin’ before I was, not even to help me out specifically.” He shakes his head. “Sheesh! I was just- is it too much to ask for a- a little attention?”

(‘Why can’t you be normal about Etho?’)

Etho hums noncommittally. He braces a forearm against the tree above Bdubs’s head, leaning in so their faces are mere inches apart. “You’ve got my attention now.”

Despite the tension, Bdubs huffs a laugh. “So much for- for keepin’ your distance, huh?” he jokes, reaching a hand up to tug Etho’s mask down.

This time, he can see Etho smile. “Well, we’re not technically playing the game right now. Session’s over.”

“Good point,” Bdubs chuckles, tilting his head up to meet Etho’s lips.

He knows this doesn’t come easy to Etho. He doesn’t have the same boldness as Bdubs when it comes to love, doesn’t throw his entire self into it with reckless abandon. He’s more cautious than that- always has been. He shelters his heart behind his aloof nature, his uninvested ‘easy-going’ attitude, and he wraps his words up in clever metaphors and the guise of amusement- lest anything he say be taken seriously as a weapon to wound him. So words aren’t always enough to convey what he really feels.

But they don’t need words for this.

Bdubs is well-versed in the dialect of Etho’s hands, the way they grip his waist to pull him closer. He’s memorized the divots that Etho’s scar has left in his lips, the way it feels against his own. He knows the slant of Etho’s jaw beneath his fingertips, the way his head tilts and shoulders bow to accommodate their difference in height. Every movement, every touch, every breath between them is part of their own unspoken language, communicating everything Etho’s left unsaid in his own unique way- and Bdubs remembers why he never should’ve doubted.

(‘He loves me. He cares. He does.’)

~*~

#secret life smp #life series smp #ethubs #hermitshipping #my writing #this is meant to be a little stand-alone thing #not related to any other fics i’ve written #the power of ethubs compelled me #me throwing as many canon lines in here as i can bc it’s not just me right???#y’all are seeing this?????

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resi4skz · 13 days

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Title: Starstruck (pt2)

Pairings: idol!Chan x fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, bike s*x

‼️MDNI‼️

Part 1 , Part 3

"Right in here, please," I say as I put a checkmark on the list of things to put away before closing the bakery. "I need everything to go smoothly as possible on Monday."

"Why are you so snappy?"

I turn, giving Luna a confused look. "I'm not snappy."

"Uh huh," she rolls her eyes as she took off her apron. "Let's go before you start hyperventilating about seeing their fanmeet in about," she glances at her wrist watch, "3 hours."

"I don't know what to wear."

"Alright. Let's go."

"Where we going?"

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We arrived at the venue an hour earlier and we showed the tickets to the vendor. "Ah, right this way please." He leads us to a different enterance and I glance at the back, seeing others standing in line with merch.

"But-"

"Ma'am, these are VIIP tickets. It gives you access to backstage."

"Okay. He's definitely going in the good books," Luna says smiling.

"Jeez, how much do you think he spent of these tickets?"

"Honestly? Probably a lot, but who knows?" She shrugs her shoulders. "Maybe he got them knowing you were coming."

Fuck. How do you expect to me to act after knowing this information?

We walk around the staff and stand just right to the main stage. The butterflies in my stomach right now is nothing compared to what it would've been watching them from the front. This was their 4th fanmeet and I couldn't have been more happier for them. They have achieved so much in the past 6 years.

"Okay, wow. This is awesome," Luna says, her eyes shining with excitement.

"Are you sure I'm wearing the right clothes?"

"Yes, now stop fussing over it!"

She made me wear a black corset with black skirt, boots and a leather jacket. My hair was down in loose curls. Okay, maybe she does have some taste.

"Hey, you made it."

I turn around and I'm again blown away by he man in front of me. He was wearing a blue coat and pants with white shirt underneath, topped with black boots. And his hair was styled in a wavy look. And damn, he looked good. "I hope no one gave you trouble coming inside?"

"Uh, no. Everything went smoothly," I replied. I felt a poke on my arm. "Ah, right. This is my best friend, Luna."

"Oh, hi Luna. Nice to meet you."

"Yeah," she waves nervously at him. I roll my eyes. Why did I even bring her with me?

Then more guys appear behind him. Oh my god. It's them. Leeknow, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, and I.N. The whole gang is here. Holy cannolli. This isn't real life.

"Alright, we gotta go. It's time for us to go on the stage," Chan states. For a second, I felt his eyes trail over me, my attire but he turned around and walked away with the group. I blinked, asking myself what happened.

But he turned around and walked straight to me. He takes my hand and says, "I'll see you later?"

I nod.

He smiles, his dimples on display. He leans in, placing a chaste kiss on my cheek. "See you later, babygirl," he says, winking at me before sprinting back.

"Did he just....kiss you on the cheek? Wait. Am I dreaming?" Luna pinches her arm and hisses in pain. "Definitely not dreaming. Holy shit."

Holy shit was right.

Because their fanmeet was a success. They played small games, did dance challenges, did a lot of performances and by the end of it all, they were still happy and energetic. I don't think I've ever seen them be this happy before.

And their performances? Just wow. And with Chan in a sleeveless top? Those arms made me weak in the knees. "Stop drooling."

I sigh, feeling those butterflies again. "Luna, I'm not drooling."

"Is it me or is he only looking at you?"

"Who?" I asked as I follow the direction she pointed at. He's smiling, but his eyes show something else, something desperate as he looks at me. He disappears in the back rooms, probably to change and freshen up.

"Okay. You have my permission," Luna nods.

"Permission?" I blinked at her.

"To get thoroughly fucked by h-oompf."

I cover her mouth with my hand. "Are you insane?!"

She pries my hand off. "Do you not want to? You do know who he is, even as the biker tiktok dude."

"I knew I shouldn't have told you that."

"Hey, I would've found out either way. But the question still remains."

"Which is?"

"Do you like him? Enough to take you, sweep you off your feet?"

"I mean yeah, but-"

"Oh. Here he comes."

He walks over, wearing all black. Very similar clothing to mine. "Ready?"

"Uh, are we leaving?"

"Yes. You and me. I wanna take you for a ride."

I look at Luna then back at him. I feel her hand on my back, giving me a little push. He grabs my hand, intertwining it with his own as we walk away, sprint more like, away from the book. "Wait. What about the res-" He stops, turns around and cups my face, he takes advantage of my surprised expression and swoops in for a kiss. When he pulls away, he smiles down at me before grabbing my hand again and walking outside.

What just happened?

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*CHAN'S POV*

The roar of the engine filled the night air as I zoomed down the empty road, the darkness engulfing me like a comforting shroud. The pair of gloves hands around my waist felt more comfortable than riding my bike alone. Her hands were small but god, did they feel good against me.

My headlights cut through the blackness ahead, illuminating the twisting road as it disappeared into the distance. The cool night air whipped against my helmet, the only sound besides the thundering of the engine. I was going to the place I had found a few weeks ago, where I could be this tiktok personality I made for myself.

I felt her arms tightened around me. Maybe she wasn't used to bike rides? Flashes of streetlights and neon signs painted the surroundings in streaks of light, blurring past in a colorful whirlwind. The occasional silhouette of a building or tree flashed by, casting eerie shadows in my path.

As I leaned into the curves, the sensation of speed combined with the solitude of the empty road created a thrilling sense of freedom. But with her behind me, it was more than freedom. I had been waiting for this day. I wanted to see her again because when I dropped her off at her place the other day, all I wanted to do was rip off that dress she wore.

It was then I knew that I was fucked. 100% fully fucked.

The city lights glimmered in the distance, a distant beacon guiding us on our journey through the night. In that moment, it was just me, my bike, Y/N and the open road stretching out before us—an endless expanse of possibility and adventure.

As I take a turn, I felt her hands wandering. Any lower, it would be dangerous territory. I grab her hand and squeeze. A warning. But as I speed off into the highway, her hands slide down low. Lower. Until they've reached their destination.

The little minx.

Through my tight jeans, she uses her hands to grab my clothed dick and gives it a rub. Fuck. My hand tightens as I try to maintain my hormones at bay level till we were at the destination.

5 minutes.

She gives it another rub and I almost crash. This is going to be harder than I thought.

4 minutes.

I swerve into the left lane, as the traffic was faster and I wanted nothing more to reach the location faster than I had originally planned.

3 minutes.

I groan as her hands slide up and down a bit quicker. I grip her hand, stopping it.

2 minutes.

Reaching around my back, I find her ass cheek and gives it squeeze. Hard. I feel her jerk towards my back.

1 minute.

Taking a left turn, I see the familiar abandoned cliff as her hand reaches down again. I curse as I increase the speed of my bike. I need to get there faster.

30 seconds.

Slowing down the bike, I, very gently, park the bike.

15 seconds.

Turning off the ignition, I wait till she's off the bike. Then I climb off, unbuckle the clasp of my helmet before taking it off as she also takes her helmet off.

5 seconds.

I stare at her till she's composed herself. Then I'm on her.

*Y/N POV*

I don't get time to breathe as he's on me within seconds, our helmets long forgotten on the ground. Lips and teeth clashing as his hands slide around my back, giving it a slight push towards him. I felt his hardness on my lower tummy. "Wait," I lightly push him away. "I need to breathe."

His delicious mouth travels down to my jaw and neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses. "Mmm, Channie," I moan as he sucks and bites a spot on my neck.

"You little minx," he breathes against my mouth. His hands travels to my hair and grabs a bunch before yanking on it lightly making my head tilt up a bit. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

"I may know on some leve-, ah," I let out a yelp when he yanks on my hair.

"Brat." He growls, attacking my neck with wet kisses and biting the delicate skin. "I had to tell the boys I was going for my nightly rides," he gives a long sniff before coming up. "But they don't know I was going with you."

Fuck.

I'm then hoisted up on the bike as he settles himself between my legs and kisses me again. His kisses are desperate and dominating. I reach for his jeans when his hands grab my arm. "Nuh uh, baby." He makes me stand and spins me around. "I need to be inside you."

"But, ah!" I moan as his palm makes contact with my right ass cheek as he bends me over.

He wastes no time and removes my black panties from under my skirt. "Damn. You're perfect." I hear something ripping which I think was a condom wrapper.

And then, in one swift motion, he snaps his hips into me. My eyes roll back in my head as I groan at his girth, feeling the stretch. "Fuck," I groan. I've imagined this moment in my delusional mind but this was beyond my dreams. "How are you this big?"

"Fuck, you're so tight," he moans as he pulls out completely before snapping his hips against me. "This cunt was made for me, fuck you feel so good."

"Chan."

He gradually picks up speed as his hand travel around my waist towards my throbbing clit. The only sound you could hear was our heavy breathing, into the darkness surrounding us. I felt the tight knot in my lower belly ready to burst. "Chan, please."

"Fuck, yes!" He grunts, now slamming into me. "You're close, aren't you? You gonna cum? You gonna cum for me?"

I nod my head. "Yes!"

His fingers rubs my clit and I see stars in front of my eyes as my climax hits me the hardest, my legs shaking but he doesn't stop. "Oh, fuck. Fuck, you're gonna make me cum. I'm gonna cum." His hips ram into me a few more times before he stills, spilling his seed into the rubber.

We stay like that for a few minutes, catching our breaths. He finally pulls out and I groan at the odd feeling. I try to move but my legs refused to budge. "Uhm."

I hear him zipping up his jeans. "You okay?"

"I can't move."

"What?"

"My legs."

He softly chuckles as he walks over and grabs both my arms, lifting me up. I shriek. "Put me down!"

"Hold still!"

He turns me around and puts me on the bike with my legs hanging over. Placing his hands on the lower part of my legs, he gently starts massging them. "Good?"

"Hmm," I savour the feeling coming back to my legs. "You should've started with this first."

"Oh, really?"

The nerve of this guy, showing me his dimples. "I'm a sucker for massages."

"Noted," he says as he comes up, face to face. "Say, what are you doing next weekend?"

"Why, you wanna take me a on a date?"

"Yeah. Is that a problem?"

"Well, considering how this date went, I might agree to it."

"Brat," he pecks my lips before he picks up the helmets and hands me mine. "You're more than welcome to feel me up again once we're on the road."

My cheeks heat, my blush making its permanent stay on my entire face. "Wha....I wasn't feeling you up!"

"Uh huh," he says wearing his helmet and grins turning his head towards me. "And I didn't give you the best sex of your life just now."

I narrow my eyes at him as I hop off to let him sit first. As he turns on the ignition, I climb on behind him. He grabs my hands and places them around his waist. And the we were off, into the same darkness that surrounded us mere minutes ago.

Who knew I would be startstruck by the guy I watched on my laptop and phone was interested in me? And the biker dude? Oh man. If only the world knew what we just did.....

A/N: wtf did I just write 💀

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farfromrealitypls · 1 year

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Dancing with the enemy

Summary: Exactly what the title says, nothing more, nothing less. One dance can’t kill you right? You could never ever think differently of him, right?

Warnings: language and mentions of drugs, abuse if you squint

“Ugh I hate you” you groaned into your phone.

“I hate you too. Text me when something happens” Sarah chuckled.

“I will. Bye” you chuckled back and hung up.

Of course you didn’t hate her. Right now you were just jealous of her, for getting out of going to this stupid event. Well too be fair, she didn’t just talk her way out of it, she was home sick with a cold. But right now you wished nothing more than to just be home with her and you definitely tried to get out of this aswell. No chance.

The annual sunset ball, hosted by the Cameron’s and your family. It was a charity event, well more of a celebration of the people who supposedly raised the most money. And yet, you never witnessed any changes on the cut. You just saw THEIR houses get bigger, their diamonds get shinier and their expensive cars become more. You stopped voicing how ridiculous you viewed all this and just went along, because you knew your parents worked hard to be part of this. But it was way easier to keep this positive mindset when Sarah was around, which she wasn’t.

You pulled your phone out one more time, just to text her again how much you disliked being here without her.

“Put your phone away!” You mom said with a stern tone and grabbed your wrist.

“Alright jeez” you obeyed and shoved your phone back into your purse.

“Mrs. Scott will be holding the speech any minute” she whispered and leaned into you, keeping her gaze on the small stage.

“Woohoo” you jolted sarcastically which earned you a warning stare from your mother, but a slight chuckle from your dad.

You sighed deeply and leaned back in your chair, taking a look around the party. Kooks, super kooks and super super kooks but you had to admit the scenery was quite nice. The decorations and the outdoor lights looked amazing. The sun was slowly setting, painting the clouds and sky in pretty colours and there was a light breeze, that made the heat bearable.

“May I have your attention?” The sudden voice echoing through the speakers turned your attention to Mrs. Scott, standing in front of the microphone.

“We will now get to the most exciting part of our evening”

You zoned out 2 minutes max into her speech and dragged your gaze across the guest’s, letting your mind wander and thinking about what your friends might be doing now, when you suddenly locked eyes with Rafe Cameron who seemed to be doing the exact same.

He just stared at you with his cold blue eyes, you refused to break eye contact first and he did the same. You kept staring him down, waiting for him to give in, but instead he started grinning at you, which made you frown and finally you rolled your eyes before taking your eyes off him.

You couldn’t stand him and you couldn’t think about anything slightly appealing about him. Out of all the arrogant, spoiled and hypocritical people you‘ve met over the years, he was the worst. You knew he found you attractive, but his flirting attempts have done nothing more, than to draw you even further away from him.

„And now I feel honoured to announce our 2 donors, who have managed to raise the most money for our charity”

Your mom elbowed you and you quickly snapped out of your thoughts and joined the applause.

“Our two biggest donors of this year are… Our beautiful hosts! The Cameron’s and the y/l/n‘s! Congratulations! Please step forward.“

Oh fuck, was the only thing you could think of. You hesitantly followed your mom and dad after she discreetly but slightly aggressively, pulled you out of your chair. You forced a smile and stood in front of Mrs. Scott, together with the Cameron’s. Everyone was staring and you just wanted to disappear. Rose and your mom were shaking hands and so were Ward and your dad.You glanced at Rafe and he just stood there, hands in his pockets and chewing on his bottom lip, not looking at you.

„Again, congratulations. And as every year, we would love for the two winning families and their two oldest, to open the dance floor for us this evening“

Your heart dropped and you started blushing, as you just now realised what this meant. You whipped your head up and immediately locked eyes with Rafe, who looked at you with that smug grin that made most woman crazy, but just annoyed the shit out of you.

Ward Cameron grabbed Rose‘s hand and lead her to the dance floor smilingly.

„Y/n!” your mom whispered through gritted teeth.

“No! Forget it!” you quickly snapped.

Your dad waited for your mom.

“Y/n! Don’t make a scene and dance with him” she pulled you into her and walked you over, closer to Rafe.

“I would rather die. Did you forget what he did to Pope? To JJ? To all of my friends?” You turned to face your mother and turned your back towards Rafe, trying to walk past her.

“It’s a tradition. Get over it. It’s just a dance, you don’t have to marry him!” were her last words before she left you alone and took your dads hand, joining the Cameron’s.

You let out a grunt and gave your mother a death stare.

Since everyone seemed to be staring already, you gave in. You walked over to Rafe and immediately wanted to turn around again when you saw his stupid grin.

He held his hand out for you and you took it while rolling your eyes and let him lead you to the dance floor.

He placed his hand on your waist and you hesitantly put yours on his bicep. You couldn’t stand this. Any of it. The music started playing and he lead you through it. You could feel his eyes on you but you refused to look at him. You have never been so close to him, he was much taller than you would’ve guessed and his hands were surprisingly soft. You felt his body heat radiating off him and his cologne smelled expensive.

You only did the bare minimum while dancing, purposefully trying to make sure everyone watching knew how much you disliked it.

“You don’t think I find this fucking stupid?” he whispered to you while leaning in a little. His deep voice surprised you and finally made you look at him.

You decided to ignore him and just scoffed, before you took your eyes off him again.

He swayed you in perfect sync to the music and you were a little surprised by his dancing skills.

He made you twirl and pulled you back into him, your back hitting his chest which made you gasp and his big arm wrapped around you.

“Can you turn that frown upside down and just behave for 5 minutes?” He growled against your neck before turning you again to face him.

“Don’t fucking talk to me” you snapped and stared into his cold eyes.

“Easy there princess” he chuckled slightly.

“I will literally slap you across the face if you call me that again”

He scoffed but didn’t break the eye contact.

“You sure? I might be into that” he winked at you.

“You disgust me”

“Oh please. I could make you spread those pretty legs for me if I really wanted to” he whispered and stared into your soul.

Despite all the people watching you, you slapped your hand across his face.

He closed his eyes for a second and bit the inside of his cheek before both of you took a look around, to check how many people actually witnessed what just happened. You two just kept dancing. Acting like it was all fun and games, faking a smile and laughed it off. The majority didn’t seem like they saw anything happen and the ones that did, didn’t seem to care, but both of your parents definitely saw it and you felt your mothers eyes on you.

He shifted his gaze back to you, licked the inside of his cheek and chuckled deeply. You smiled up at him, pleased with yourself that your warning was not just a bluff.

“You’re not as tough as you think you are” he rasped and spun you around one more time.

“Right back at ya Cameron” you said while spinning back into him, when the music finally stopped, you let go of him. Meeting his eyes one more time before you walked off.

You knew everyone was staring at you, including Rafe when you returned to your seat.

“What on earth happened?” Your mom squealed while taking a seat next to you.

“Doesn’t matter. He deserved it” you took a sip of your drink, avoiding eye contact.

“You two are unbelievable. I almost believe you are in love with each other!” she threw her hands up and you almost choked on your drink at your mothers words.

“The way you can never put your feelings aside for just 5 minutes! You are not a child anymore! You don’t get to behave like this.” she continued.

“Love?! It’s the freaking opposite! I can not stand him, if you didn’t raise me without a principle of hate, I might even say I hate that guy” you defended yourself, absolutely irritated.

“The opposite of love is not hate y/n! The opposite of love is indifference! And you clearly care, someone you don’t care about couldn’t make you that angry” she said stern, staring at you angrily.

“That doesn’t make any sense” you shook your head and frowned.

“Lord help me” your mom pinched the bridge of her nose before taking a sip of her drink aswell.

“Can I leave?” you asked annoyed.

“No. You will sit down and be quiet for the rest of the evening. You will sit here, look pretty and have kind conversations with everyone that comes up to you. Understood?” She said in a serious tone and you knew she meant it.

“Yes ma‘am” you said with a hint of mockery which earned you one last death stare of your angry mom.

Then she left. You sighed and threw your head back. This evening was even worse than you expected. You crossed your arms in front of your chest in frustration and closed your eyes. You tried to imagine you were somewhere else, anywhere but here.

The angry voice of Ward Cameron caught your attention and you lifted your head up again, shifting your gaze towards that voice. You saw Rafe backed into a wall and Ward standing in front of him, yelling and making angry gestures. You couldn’t hear what he was saying exactly but you knew it wasn’t nice. Rafe looked terrified and if you didn’t know better, you could’ve sworn he was close to crying. You tried to listen closely but just couldn’t make out any words, but suddenly you heard a slap, loud and clear. You saw Rafe stumble into the wall, holding his cheek. Ward quickly looked around and you took your eyes of them for just a second. When you looked back, Rafe stormed off, his eyes met yours when he walked past you and he knew that you saw what happened. He also knew this wasn’t the first time you saw Ward hitting him.

In that very moment you felt bad for him. He was not a good person by any means, but even he didn’t deserve that. And you wondered how he would’ve turned out if he didn’t have such a shitty farther. He may have tuned out loving and gentle and not totally fucked up.

You decided to sneak off to the bathroom to call Sarah, telling her about your crazy evening so far. You took a look around to make sure you mom or dad didn’t see you. Then you quickly made your way inside. You hated to admit that you slightly hoped to walk into Rafe, you didn’t exactly know why. Maybe because you wanted to see that he was alright, not that you cared. You also felt the urge to apologise. You felt bad for slapping him earlier, you still believed he kinda deserved, it but it also wasn’t right to hit him, especially when you knew his dad did that more than enough already.

When you were out of sight you took a deep breath and made your way to the restrooms. Before you could walk in, you noticed a little ziplock bag laying on the floor in front of the mens bathroom. You walked towards it and picket it up, dangling it in front of your face. A little bag with white powder in it. You scoffed because you knew exactly what it was and you were 99% sure you also knew who it belonged to. This evening was taking quite the turn and you didn’t know exactly how to feel about it. At least it was anything but boring.With heels klicking, you decided to find the suspected owner.

You walked outside, around the building, away from the party and from a distance you saw Rafe. He mumbled something to himself and seemed to be looking for something, then he let out a grunt and sat down on a bench next to him. The first few buttons of his shirt were open, exposing part of his chest and his tie was loosened. You almost had to admit he looked attractive.

You walked towards him as he lit a cigarette. When he heard you steps approaching, he turned his head to look at you, taking a hit.

“Looking for something?” you held the small bag in front of his face, daringly.

He shot up and it made you flinch.

“Where did you get that?” His voice was deep and he slowly stepped closer, staring you down. Your heart started racing and you didn’t know if it was because he was quite unpredictable or because he really did look kinda hot.

You tried not to look intimidated, even tho he looked pretty scary right now. He towered over you and got closer every second, clenching and unclenching his jaw.

“Found it on the floor” you hid it behind your back, taking a few steps back.

He chuckled deeply and it gave you chills.

“Give it back” he said in a serious and low tone, taking another hit and not breaking eye contact.

“Nope” you kept walking backwards but he followed.

“Give it to me” he made a fast step, it made you gasp and he was now only inches away from you. You stared up into his eyes and could smell the mix of alcohol, cigarettes and his cologne.

“No” you said stern and shoved the little packet into your bra.

His gaze went straight to you boobs, his eyes widened and he raised one eyebrow. He threw his head back and chuckled.

“You think that’ll stop me?” He tilted his head and leaned in even closer to you, his dark eyes made you feel like there was no air to breath.

“Touch me and see what happens” you warned confidently.

“Are you flirting with me?” he grinned at you and you saw him reaching for your waist, his fingertips slightly brushed over the fabric of your dress before you stopped him.

“Remember when you told everyone how crazy the kick on a glock 17 is?” you placed your hand on his chest and held him back. Your fingertips met the part of his chest that was exposed.

“My dad just bought a new one last week” you whispered and gently pushed him away.

He threw his hands up in defense and just scoffed.

“Fine keep it” he stepped back and walked backwards towards the bench. He sat down, leaned back and took a hit of his cigarette, blowing the smoke into the air.

“Sell it and buy yourself another one of those slutty little dresses” he gestured at your dress.

“You don’t like my dress?” you asked sassy and took a few steps towards him.

“I love your dress. That’s why I want you to keep buying more” he smirked, flashing his perfect white teeth.

“Imma flush it” you stated.

“You’re stupid” he ran his hand through his hair and shook his head.

“You shouldn’t be doing that shit anyway” you shook your head and took two more steps towards him.

“Go ahead. Lecture me mama” he said, clearly not taking you seriously before throwing his cigarette to the floor.

You just rolled your eyes and decided to leave. You didn’t have the energy to have this conversation. Why even try. You could hear your moms voice in your head:“because you care”

“Hey y/n?”

You stopped in your tracks. You believed you never heard him say your name and something in you reacted to the way he made it sound.

You turned to face him again, flipping your hair over your shoulder.

“I’m sorry about what I said earlier” he said slowly and almost softly. It truly took you by surprise and you almost didn’t know what to say.

He just sat there, leaning his forearm’s on his knees and his hair hung messily onto his forehead.

“You should be sorry for a lot more things Rafe” you made your way back to him, referring to everything he has done in the past.

He nodded and looked up at you.

“I know”

Who was this man? Because the Rafe Cameron you knew would never apologise. For anything.

“But I want to apologise too, you know, for slapping you” you said softly and shrugged. You meant it.

“Nah I deserved that one” he said, rubbing his neck and smiled, looking down at his feet.

You smiled at his response and stepped right in front of him, your dress hiked up your thighs a little and you crossed your arms in front of your chest.

“You know people might actually like you if you stopped being such an asshole” you saw him gulp as he slowly dragged his eyes from your exposed thighs right in front his him, over your body, up to your face.

“If I stop, people will except me to be nice all the time. I don’t fuck with that. I’m not anyones dance monkey” he said looking up at you, leaning in and you saw the corners of his mouth slowly turning into a grin.

“That’s too bad. I think you would l make quite the cute dance monkey” you gently pushed his forehead and took a step back again.

He scoffed and nodded to himself, accepting your rejection once again.

“Do you really hate me that much?” he asked and it sounded genuine. And for the first time you thought his eyes didn’t look as cold as usual.

“You know, hate is kinda against what I believe” you explained before slowly walking backwards.

“So you don’t” he smiled and kept his eyes on you, not hiding how he scanned your body again.

“I don’t know. I might make an acception just for you Cameron” you giggled, turned around and walked off, swaying your hips.

“You should give me a chance” he yelled after you.

“Change and I might” you yelled back and smiled to yourself at your response.

You meant it.

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tarisilmarwen · 8 months

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Ahsoka "Shadow Warrior" Liveblog

*biting nails*

Okay first off, really? That's the title we're going with? Lol Filoni. Okay.

Open on Seatos, okay.

You know it just occurred to me? The long lingering shots we're so fond of, and the deliberately relaxed pacing are very animesque.

Theatrical serious anime, I mean.

In particular I'm thinking of The Girl Who Leapt Through Time, which liked to diverge from the plot to just kind of wander through shots of the environment, for atmosphere purposes I guess.

Wonder if that or something similar was an influence on Filoni's directing style.

The woods also look very ethereal.

Hi Hera!

Frick Jacen is still so precious. I love him. So much.

!!!

Oh! Oh this music cue right here reminds me a lot of a specific part of "Sabine Sees Ezra".

HUYANG IS SAD, NOOOOOOOO.

God, how much death has Huyang already seen? How many Jedi has Huyang had to say goodbye to?

He misses the Order so much. *sobs*

Friiiiiiiiiiiiick the World Between Worlds looks so GOOD in live action.

Rosario finally channeling a bit of Rebels!Ahsoka here.

"Tell me what's going on." Well Ahsoka I think the Force is personally whacking you over the head with the Vision Stick to make you get over yourself.

Oooh Ahsoka flinched when Anakin ignited his saber.

Leia mention! Eeee!

Jacen is totally Force Sensitive, of course. Can hear the lightsabers, either the lingering echos from the fight, OR, he can hear into Ahsoka's vision.

KANAN NAMEDROP.

WEEEEEP.

Anakin being super extra of course.

HO JEEZ.

HE SLICED THE PATHWAY.

Yeah, so with this transition this is definitely a Force Vision, not the actual World Between Worlds. This is almost exactly like the transitions in Ezra's visions in the Jedi Temple on Lothal.

BABY 'SOKA!

BAAAAABBYYYYY 'SOOOOOOOKKAAAAAA.

Is this one long TCW reference?

I feel like it's gotta be.

"We lost so many." Yeeeeeah, that'll happen in a war. It sucks.

Ohhhhhhhh I am going to have to reblog ALL THE META about these scenes, aren't I?

I just know TCW fans have got a million thoughts centerfuging in their brains right now about Anakin, about his relationship with Ahsoka, about the long shadow he cast over her formative development.

FRICK THAT SHOT OF ANAKIN CALMLY WALKING AHEAD INTO THE HAZE.

"THE HERO WITH NO FEAR".

AND THE FLASH SHOT TO VADER.

Outside the vision and the X-wings are sweeping, looking for...? Ahsoka I guess. Because that's what they're going to find, eventually.

"Normally no." LOL HUYANG KNOWS FORCE SHENANIGANS BE AT PLAY.

Also Hera, come on, you saw Ezra phase through a solid rock wall, people can absolutely disappear into thin air.

Chopper being a grouchy sassmaster as per usual lol.

SEIGE OF MANDALORE SIEGE OF MANDALORE SIEGE OF MANDALORE.

"Within you will be everything I am." THAT IS NOT REASSURING ANAKIN.

Oh yeah, yep, I'm not going to be capable of being normal about this, I need ALLLLLLLL the meta from dedicated Anakin girlies on this one.

Frick, his eyes went yellow.

Hayden is making this look effortless, amazing.

OHHHHHHHH OH AHSOKA'S EYES FLASHED EYLLOW JUST BRIEFLY OHHHHHH WOW.

SHE PASSED THE TEST.

Ohhhhhhh and the pathways are dissolving, something Force Weird be about to happen.

We're exiting the vision lol.

Jacen: *smiles*

Me: HE'S SO PRECIOUS IMMA DIE.

Oh yeah no, this episode was VERY heavily styled after some theatrical anime director, I will bet money on it.

Frick, Jacen playing with Chopper is the cutest shit ever.

WHITE ROBES WHITE ROBES THIS IS NOT A DRILL.

Yeah no, the height discrepancy between Rosario and Mary still bugs me.

Hello Rosario can emote, lol.

PURRGIL!

:(((((

~We're gonna follow the purrgil, we're gonna follow the purrgil.~

"That'll do." ARE WE GONNA RIDE SOME PURRGIL? LOL.

Teva is carrying this scene lolol.

"Okay. But you're not gonna believe me."

"How the whales took Ezra and the bad guys far far away." SOBBING, BLUBBERING, NO NOTES, CAN'T TALK.

Well this part is definitely Miyezakian.

Ahsoka looks so much happier and more content. *sobs*

Lol the "HO BOY" look on that Rebel commander's face.

Aw man, this is the kind of wonder and disbelief and awe that Lothal must have had in the finale.

Living legends. Like magic. Come to save them.

FRIIIIIIIIICK.

I HAVE NO NOTES.

I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY.

HELLO YES, THIS IS THE FORM THAT I WAS WAITING FOR. THE DEPTH OF EMOTIONAL RESONANCE. THE PSYCHOLOGICAL ANALYSIS OF WHO THIS CHARACTER IS, WHAT COMPLEXES SHE'S WORKING THROUGH, HOW SHE'S GOING TO RECONCILE HER IDENTITY AS VADER'S APPRENTICE AND MOVE FORWARD, FORGIVE HERSELF FOR THE GUILT.

I AM ROLLING IN THE DEPTHS OF IT.

ALSO, SPACE MARINERS, SPACE MARINERS, SPACE MARINERS.

AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!

#star wars #ahsoka show #spoilers #liveblog

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gingersnap1620 · 2 months

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Make a Memory (Ch. 3)

Dean x F!Oc

Summary: Lillian is sitting in the dungeon when she gets an unexpected guest.

Warnings: Season 8-15 spoilers.

Word Count: 1.4k

Song:

My Alcoholic Friends

A/N: Chapter 3! Hope you enjoy! @gingernut1314 beta read this for me!

Dean

I walked out of the dungeon and started down the hall, trying to find Sam. I walked past Jack's room and was just about to turn the corner when the kid crossed my mind.

He’d been in there a while…maybe I should check to see if he's still alive in there?

I turned on my heels and started back down the hall, knocking on his door.

“Hey, Jack, we’re back.” I called to him. I waited for a minute before I heard some shuffling on the other side of the door.

Jack has been having a rough couple of weeks, he hasn’t even left his room.

I knew I wasn't going to get a response so I just walked away. I stopped by the kitchen to grab me and Sam a beer. Sam was sitting at the radar looking at something on his computer, so I sat across from him.

“Here you go.” I handed the cold beer to Sam, who grabbed it without looking away from his computer. “What are you looking at? Porn?”

“No,” Sam snapped, disgust pulling to his face, “dude--I’m researching her.” He twisted his beer cap off and took a swig.

“Oh, have you found anything?” Without moving his head, Sam glanced up at me. He was giving me that look.

I hate that look.

“What? I'm just asking!” Sam chuckled and reverted his eyes back to his computer.

“Sure, man, just asking.” Sam said sarcastically, still looking at his computer. I narrowed my eyes at him and took a swig of my beer.

“I hate you.” Sam got a chuckle out of that.

Lillian

I’m bored out of my mind.

This room is so weirdly built.

Did Dean not learn anything from the car experience?

Are those enochian cuffs?

I can’t just sit here without anything to do.

Shit--is that a witch stone? How did they get that?

I promise I'll go crazy by the end of the day.

Why didn’t they close th-

“Dean.” A booming voice called.

Whose that?

“Sam?” The voice called again. The door creaked open, and standing on the other side was a man. He was wearing a suit and over top he had a tan trench coat on. He took a step forward so he was more in the light. He had black hair and two feathery wings--like ravens.

Wait.

Wings?

“You must be Castiel. The Winchester's pet angel.” He paused, titling his head in thought.

“How do you know that I'm an angel?” He asked.

“You’re wings.” His face changed from confused to scared.

“Oh, alright.” I could tell he was trying to keep his voice as normal as he could. He then whipped around and darted down the hall. I could hear him screaming for Sam and Dean.

Oops.

I didn't mean to scare him. I thought it was pretty funny though.

A couple minutes have gone by since the conversation I had with Castiel before I heard the door creep open again. This time it opened slowly. Once it was fully open I could see that there was another guy.

Jeez, how many of them are there?

He walked through the door frame and all the way to where the room changes from a storage room to the dungeon. I could fully see him now. He was young, maybe in his twenties. He was wearing a red crew neck and a pair of jeans. His hair was honey brown and his eyes were bright blue.

I should also add that he's not human. I have no idea what he is though. He has brown wings--wings that shine like the rising sun.

He felt like an angel, but also like a human…but then the power radiating off him was nothing like I had ever felt before.

He was…interesting. Very interesting.

“Hello!” He said in a chipper tone, holding up one hand almost like a wave but it was very stiff and unmoving.

“Hello…”

“My name is Jack!” He now had a smile on his face. “What's your name?”

“Um…Lillian.”

“Why are you in here? Did you hurt someone?”

“No…well, not on purpose.” He tilted his head slightly to the right and furrowed his brow. “I got a little carried away.”

“I understand that. That happens to me all the time.” His chipper tune turned sore quickly. “Maybe a little too much.” He tilted his head down to the floor, almost like he was disappointed in himself.

“What do you mean ‘a little too much’?” His head snapped back up at me.

“I always end up hurting people whenever I try to help.”

“I highly doubt that's your fault.” I said, knowing too well how he felt. I used to feel like this until I realized that it’s not about me and all about what my power wants to do. “What are you?” His chipper attitude came back with a smile.

“Jack!”

…Not what I asked.

I like this kid. He reminds me of my youngest sister, Lindsey.

I miss her.

“It's nice to meet you Jack.” I chuckled, looking back up at him with a smile. He smiled right back.

“Wait,” Jack said suddenly. “I have an idea. Stay here.”

“Couldn't move if I wanted to.” I huffed in amusement.

“Good.” Then he whipped around and walked back out of the dungeon.

A couple minutes passed and he came bouncing back in. Except this time he had something in his hand. It was something silver. Something that rattled like metal clanging together.

“What's in your hand?” I ask him, squinting my eyes to try and see it better.

“Keys.” Jack lifted his hand up showing me the key for the cuffs.

Thank god.

“They’re letting you let me out?” I asked him as he unlocked the cuffs around my wrists and cut the ropes off my feet.

“Oh no, they would never let me do that.”

Great.

“C’mon, you must be hungry. We have food in the kitchen!” I stood up, shaking my head out of amusement as Jack turned back around to leave the dungeon. I was quick to follow him, finding the halls brightly lit and tiled. Lining the walls were many dark woodend, numbered doors.

Once we got to the kitchen Jack showed me the fridge and the pantry. They were both empty, except for the stash of beers in the fridge, and the few ingredients they had in the pantry.

“There is nothing here to eat. What do they feed you?” I asked Jack out of disbelief.

“We mainly get take out. There's a bunch of places in town.” I shook my head disapprovingly.

“Here, I'm going to whip you up something yummy.” I opened the pantry and grabbed the only edible things in there which was a box of pasta, a couple slices of cheese, a whole bunch of bacon, and tomato sauce.

Just as I poured the pasta into the pot of boiling water, Sam and Dean came charging into the kitchen pointing their guns at me. Their pet angel came rushing after them.

“Haven’t we been through this before boys?” Sam glances around the kitchen to find Jack sitting at the dining room table, that bright smile of his still plastered on his face.

“Jack?” Sam asked. I don't know why he was so surprised to see him but I just kept cooking the dinner I was preparing. “You’re out of your room?”

“Yes.” He said matter-of-factly. “I like her.” He told the three of them as he pointed at me.

“What are you making?” Dean asked, “I smell bacon.”

“Pasta. I just grabbed what I found in this very empty kitchen and threw it together.” Dean and Sam looked at each other, before looking back at Castiel.

“Jack, come here.” Dean waved Jack over before shooting me an obviously fake smile. “Give us one second.” Dean said, holding his pointer finger up empathize before leading Jack into the hallway. Sam and Castiel followed after them.

I shrugged, turning back, continuing to cook dinner.

Shortly after they had left, they came back in. Jack was quick to sit back down at the table and the other three sat down with him. I guess they decided to keep me, at least for a little bit.

“Here you go.” I placed a bowl filled with pasta in front of each of them. I sat down next to Jack and in front of Dean.

We ate dinner and talked. Dean made jokes that weren’t good but we all laughed anyway.

I think I'm actually starting to like these guys. I've been by myself for so long that I forgot what it's like to have a nice sit down dinner…it’s kinda nice.

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the blackout club -- sentence starters ( ii ) :

feel free to change titles / pronouns / places where appropriate !

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I'll Be Honest (Looking at You Got Me Thinking Nonsense), Part 3 (of 3)

A “Take My Hand, Wreck My Plans” fic

Pairings: Kyle Fletcher x OFC (...and a little bit of x Jay White) Word Count: 3,930 Warnings: Just some language and angst

Nellie's weekend in London with Kyle ends on a bittersweet note, just as Jay pops up to confuse her again.

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Sunday, November 21, 2021 London, England

The sheets felt smooth and cozy against Nellie’s bare legs, and she snuggled deeper underneath the blankets, not ready to leave their comfort just yet. She slid her foot toward Kyle, further, further; but she didn’t find him. She opened her eyes. No wonder—she was alone in his bed.

But no sooner had she realized it than the bedroom door pushed open. Kyle walked in, shirtless in gray sweatpants, a coffee mug in each hand. He smiled when he saw her awake.

“Good morning.”

“Mmmorning,” Nellie returned as she stretched. “Is one of those for me?”

“These?” he gestured with the mugs. “Oh, no. Sorry—I double-fist coffee in the morning.”

She sent him a flat look. His grin widened.

“Of course one of them is for you.”

She sat up against the pillows and thanked him as he handed her a mug. From the color of the coffee, it looked like he’d made it to her taste. She took a sip. It was smooth and rich with just the right amount of cream.

“I hope it’s alright,” he said as he rejoined her under the covers. I just put a bit of cream in it.”

“It’s perfect,” she told him. “Jeez, first you know my drink order and now how I take my coffee. I’m impressed.”

“Well, I pay attention. As you learned last night.”

He flashed a cheeky smirk, and heat crept up Nellie’s collar. Kyle certainly had paid attention last night, both to what she’d told him at the club beforehand and her cues in the moment—and she’d given them. Thank God Will and Torrance hadn’t been right next door; they absolutely would have heard.

But thinking of them reminded her. “We have to work tonight. I almost forgot that’s why I’m here.”

“Yeah, you have to retain that RevPro title so we can be double champions together,” Kyle grinned.

“You and Mark have to retain the RevPro tag titles for that to happen, too,” she pointed out. But Kyle scoffed.

“Please, I’m not worried about Roy and Ricky Knight Jr.”

Nellie’s eyebrows arched. “Wish I could say the same about Alex Windsor,” she said into her coffee. It surprised Kyle.

“You’re worried about facing Alex?”

She thought about it as she sipped. “I’m not worried,” she clarified. “But she’s definitely the toughest opponent I’ve defended this title against. And I’m not ready to lose it yet.”

“So don’t.”

Nellie shot him a flat look.

“I’m serious!” he returned. “Yeah, Alex is good. But so are you. Better, I think. But I am a bit biased.”

Nellie smiled at that. “Are you?”

He held up his thumb and forefinger. “Little bit,” he said, and more than just the coffee warmed Nellie’s stomach then. “But if you really want to be prepared, you should come to the gym with me later. Getting a lift in will increase your focus. Plus, I can make sure your form’s correct. You know, on squats and stuff.”

“Oh, can you?” she smirked.

“Mhm.” He set his coffee down on his nightstand. “And if you want to get some cardio in, we could do that, too. Right now, if you want…”

He leaned in and pressed his lips to her neck, and Nellie grinned as she put her coffee down, never so eager to get in some morning cardio.

* * * *

“Okay, spill,” Torrance urged. “I want details.”

Nellie hit pause on her playlist and the music stopped in her headphones. “I was wondering how long it would take you.”

“I’ve literally been waiting to ask since Will and I got back this morning,” Torrance eagerly returned. “And since I’ve been forced to come to the gym on what’s technically my vacation, the least you can do is tell me everything.”

“No one forced you to come,” Nellie laughed as she grabbed a foam roller and a mat. “You could have stayed at the house.”

“Stop stalling. Was it good?”

They found an open area to sit down and stretch on the mats, and Torrance stared impatiently at Nellie as she started rolling out her right hamstring. Truth be told, she’d been waiting for an opportunity to dish to Torrance about her evening with Kyle, too.

“Well… I’m a little worried Mark might have heard something, after all, I’ll put it that way.”

“No.” Torrance laughed through her nose and clamped her hand over her mouth. “So it was a religious experience, then?”

“It definitely didn’t disappoint,” Nellie grinned. “He was very eager to please.”

Torrance looked like she couldn’t have been more pleased to hear it. “I can tell. You’re glowing.”

“Oh, come on,” Nellie breathed.

“I’m serious! And Kyle hasn’t stopped smiling all day.” She smiled then, too. “I’m happy for you two.”

Nellie pressed down harder on the foam roller. But something about her concentrated expression must have given away that it was because of more than just a tight muscle.

“Oh no,” Torrance recognized. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” she quietly returned. “I can just feel myself starting to overthink it already.”

Torrance’s eyebrows arched. “Well, you know I know all about that,” she commiserated. “You want to talk about it?”

Nellie considered it for a second. “No, actually. It can wait until after I retain my title,” she decided.

Torrance nodded. “Totally get that. Speaking of—did you want me to come out with you for the match? I kinda think people are lowkey expecting it because they know I’m here.”

“Did you bring anything to wear?”

Torrance paused, thinking. “Good question. I’ll figure out something,” she said, and she pushed herself up from the floor and grabbed her water bottle. “Do you need water? I’m gonna go fill up.”

“No, I’m good.”

She nodded and walked off, and Nellie resumed her playlist. K-Pop filled her ears, and she switched to rolling out her left hamstring when the music dropped for a second in her headphones. She glanced down at her phone screen—it was an Instagram notification—and when she saw what it said, she slowed to a stop.

jaywhitenz liked your story

She pursed her lips and cleared the notification with a swipe of her finger. Jay could like her gym selfies all he wanted, and he had. It wouldn’t change anything.

But then the music dropped again. That time, because of a text.

Good luck in your match tonight. Is that your sixth defense already?

Nellie stopped rolling. She stared at the message until the screen went black. How had he known it was her sixth defense? Had he actually been paying attention, or had he just looked it up, probably right before typing up that message?

Either way, it didn’t matter. Thanks, and yeah. She sent off the reply and resumed her foam rolling. She could have just left him on read, but she didn’t see the point. They were past that; she’d moved on. She was involved with someone else now. Potentially, anyway.

Are Kyle and I ‘involved’? she wondered. But then her phone pinged again. Jay’s response came quicker than she’d expected.

That’s crazy. But the RevPro title looks good on you. I know you’re happy to be working there again.

Nellie slowed to a stop again. But before she could even begin to unpack that text, another one came in.

And congrats on winning the Stardom tag league btw. I watched the final after I heard. Is the tag title match booked yet?

Nellie’s heart picked up a beat. He’d watched the tag league final? Why? Why did he want her to know he had? They hadn’t said two words to each other since her birthday; she hadn’t even told him happy birthday last month. Where was this coming from, and why now? It was barely after 9 a.m. in Florida.

She looked up and around for Torrance; she could only imagine what her reaction to all this would be. But she was nowhere in sight. And so, Nellie wrote back.

Thanks. The match isn’t booked yet and it probably won’t be until after the new year. Syuri has been too busy defending the SWA title to have a Goddess title defense, too. But honestly, I’m fine with that. Torr and I are both planning to go home for Christmas this year, and I’d rather be able to enjoy myself than rush that time around an important title match, especially since I haven’t seen my family in almost two years.

She hit send, and it wasn’t until after the message was already gone and delivered that Nellie realized she hadn’t needed to tell him all that. She could have just sent him the first three sentences and left it at that. And now she was suddenly thinking about last Christmas and how Jay had done everything he could to make it special for her because she was homesick and unable to see her family because of the pandemic. How that was the first time they’d told each other “I love you”—and Jay had said it first.

Her phone buzzed in her hand. She looked down at the screen.

Well, you know I know exactly how that feels.

“Hey.”

Nellie flinched and looked up. Kyle.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” he grinned, crooked and boyish. “You about ready to head out?”

She paused her music again and pushed her phone into the slip pocket on her workout leggings. “Yeah.” She pulled her headphones off her ears and let them hang around her neck. “Where’s Torrance?”

“With Mark and Will.” He offered her his hand, and she took it and let him pull her up from the floor. “You alright?”

Nellie hesitated. Why would he ask her that? Did it seem like something was wrong? “Yeah, why?”

Kyle shrugged. “You just had this super tense look on your face when I was walking over.”

Nellie reflexively tensed when he said that. She made a conscious effort to relax. “Oh, well I was tense. I both hate and love foam rolling because it hurts when you’re doing it but feels good after.”

Kyle smirked. She rolled her eyes. “Don’t make it weird.”

“Me don’t make it weird? You don’t make it weird,” he retorted. “I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to; it was written all over your face,” she grinned. It only made Kyle’s smile wider.

“Well, if you need extra help working out those tense muscles, I have some ideas.”

“I’m sure you do.”

“What?” he innocently asked. “I was gonna suggest a massage.”

“Oh, is that what we’re calling it?” she asked with a glance over her shoulder.

“We can call it whatever you want, babe,” Kyle returned with a wink and click of his tongue, and Nellie tried to focus on the way it made her feel and not what it made her wonder.

* * * *

Nellie had responded to Jay’s text as they’d all walked back to Will’s car. I know, she’d said, short and to the point, and she’d fully expected the conversation to die there.

But Jay had sent one more message.

But hey, maybe you’ll be a double champion the next time we see each other.

That time, Nellie did leave him on read. But hours later, she was still thinking about that stupid text—and everything it said in between the lines.

“Nellie.”

“Hm, what?” she looked up from absentmindedly lacing up her boot.

“Does this look alright?” Torrance held out her arms to showcase the outfit she’d put together: a yellow, pink, and blue plaid miniskirt with a chunky silver chain clipped at the waist; their team t-shirt that she’d cut and cropped; and sparkly Doc Martens. It screamed Torrance Taylor.

“Yeah,” Nellie nodded, and she went back to lacing up her boot. The air in the locker room was thick.

“I know you’re nervous, and I don’t blame you,” Torrance said. “But Alex hasn’t spent the last three years wrestling and training with the best joshis in the world. She’s not ready for you.”

A corner of Nellie’s mouth quirked up. “That tagline is already taken.”

Torrance dismissively rolled her eyes. “Please, I’m trying to give you a pep talk here! So go out there and use what Tam and Zack have taught you and kick Alex’s ass, and then in January we’ll kick Giulia and Syuri’s asses for the Goddess titles, and you’ll be a double champion.”

Nellie laughed to herself at the unintentional implication that Zack was one of the best joshis in the world, but for the sake of Torrance’s pep talk she didn’t mention it. Instead, she said, “You’re the third person who’s brought up the double champion thing to me today.”

“Am I?” Torrance amusedly asked. Nellie nodded, wrapping her left wrist in tape.

“Mhm. You, Kyle… and Jay.”

Torrance stopped what she was doing to stare at her open-mouthed. “I’m sorry, did you say Jay?”

She nodded again, biting off the tape. “He texted me out of nowhere at the gym.”

Torrance’s jaw unhinged further. “And you’re just telling me now?”

Rather than respond, Nellie unlocked her phone, pulled up the texts, and handed it over; it would be easier to just let Torrance see the messages herself. By the time she was done reading, her eyes were wide and round.

“Oh, he absolutely sent that last one on purpose,” she assessed.

“Right?” Nellie agreed, and Torrance handed her phone back. “And he made it sound like he’s coming back soon, didn’t he? Why the hell would he text me that?”

She looked back at Torrance, genuinely seeking a reason; but Torrance’s expression had changed. She didn’t look shocked anymore. Instead, she looked oddly guilty.

“What,” Nellie said. A statement, not a question.

“I think he might know about you and Kyle.”

Nellie blinked, confused. That was the last thing she’d expected her to say. “What? How would he possibly—”

“The video I posted last night.”

Nellie paused in realization. The dinner. Torrance had posted a video of it to her Instagram story. Now that she thought about it, Will had, too. And Jay followed them both.

“Hold on, I can literally see if he’s seen it,” Torrance remembered, and she grabbed her phone. She clicked through to the video; and while it took a few seconds to find Jay’s handle among all the views, it was there, clear as day.

“Okay yeah, he’s seen it,” she confirmed.

“Let me see it,” Nellie said, and Torrance showed her the screen. The video was mostly of Will, but because of where they’d all been seated, there was a glimpse of Nellie and Kyle at the other end of the table; and right before the video ended, Nellie reached up and used her thumb to wipe something from the corner of Kyle’s mouth as he smiled softly at her. Nellie’s stomach fluttered when she saw herself do it. She thought about Jay seeing her do it. She wouldn’t be at all surprised if it had made him wonder.

“Okay, so he’s seen it,” she dismissed as she handed Torrance back her phone. “But do you really think that’s why he decided to text me out of nowhere?”

“Maybe!” Torrance proclaimed. “I’m willing to bet he was fishing for information. He probably threw out that last text hoping you’d respond with something like, Oh, are you coming back to Japan soon? and it would lead to a conversation so he could sus out or even point-blank ask if you’re seeing anyone. Because he saw that video of you and Kyle, and now he wants to know.”

Nellie bit her lip. Nothing Torrance said was implausible. It made a lot of sense, actually. But she scoffed. “Well, if he really wants to know, he could just ask Riley.”

“What?” Torrance returned, clearly confused. Nellie sighed.

“That night we went out and ran into him?”

“Yeah?”

“I told him about Kyle.”

Torrance frowned, putting it all together in her head. “Okay,” she started. “But do Riley and Jay even talk?”

“I don’t know,” Nellie sighed. “I don’t care. If Jay asks, I’ll tell him. We’ve been officially over for three months, and unofficially for even longer than that, so it really shouldn’t come as a surprise to him that I’ve moved on.”

She finished wrapping her right wrist, bit off the tape, and tossed the roll back into her bag. She was hot now, both physically and mentally—and she was caught off-guard by her own reaction. She’d worked through all her emotions about everything that had happened between her and Jay. Hadn’t she?

The door to the locker room abruptly opened, and Nellie and Torrance both glanced over as Alex Windsor walked in. She paused and gave an awkward smile; no doubt she could sense the tension in the air.

“Hey,” Nellie offered. The last thing she needed was for her opponent to think the issue was with her.

“Hello,” she genially returned. “Welcome back.”

Nellie smiled the best she could. “Thanks,” she said, and she pushed Jay to the back of her mind and refocused on why she was there: to defend her RevPro Undisputed British Women’s Championship. Everything else was secondary.

* * * *

Nellie felt like she hadn’t even had a chance to kick out.

She and Alex had been going at it for just under twenty minutes, but it might as well have been double that time, back and forth, each of them just as tired, frustrated, and determined as the other.

But it was Nellie who slipped up and got caught in the end.

One second she was on her feet and the next they were over her head. When she hit the mat, she saw stars. Her leg was already hooked, and her arm already trapped by virtue of the move itself, and the referee was right there and then it was one-two-three.

She felt like she hadn’t even had a chance to kick out.

“That loss is nothing to be ashamed of, Nell,” Torrance said to her; and even though Nellie knew it was true, she didn’t feel it in that moment. She sat slumped and defeated against a turnbuckle, nursing her neck as Alex’s arm was raised in victory, the title already in her hand. There were tears in her eyes. There were tears in Nellie’s, too.

Alex walked over and held out her hand. Nellie regarded it, regarded her. But ultimately, she accepted the gesture, and Alex pulled her up and into a brief embrace, a show of respect. And then Nellie ducted out of the ring and returned backstage, her hands empty, Torrance following behind.

And then she saw Kyle, waiting for her. There were still two matches until Aussie Open’s, but there he was. He frowned at her in sympathy, and her lip quivered as she folded into him.

“I’m sorry, babe,” he gently said. Nellie breathed in his scent, focusing on the feel of his arms around her, the way he leaned his chin on top of her head because she fit just right. She wanted to live in that feeling for as long as she could.

“You have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of,” Kyle said, repeating Torrance’s words almost verbatim. He moved his hands to her arms, and Nellie pulled back to look up at him. “You were—you are—a fighting champion. No one can deny that. Right?”

Nellie gave the smallest of nods. “Yeah.”

He placed a kiss on her forehead, and a tear slipped down Nellie’s cheek as she closed her eyes. But it wasn’t just the loss of the championship she was upset about now.

“Onto the next one,” Kyle encouraged. “You’ll have another championship in no time.”

“Yeah, we will,” Torrance grinned. Nellie did her best to return it.

“I’m gonna go get cleaned up,” she breathed. Kyle gave her another squeeze, and then she headed back to the women’s locker room. Straight to her suitcase. She grabbed her phone, and then it was almost as if she was outside her body, watching herself open her text chain with Jay. The most recent message, But hey, maybe you’ll be a double champion the next time we see each other, left on read. She typed back.

Well, that’s not happening now. I lost.

She sent it off and tossed the phone back into her bag. She wanted to shower, wash the grime, sweat, and defeat from her skin. She untied and pulled at her boot laces, undoing them just enough to pull the boots from her feet, and then her socks. She unwrapped her wrists and discarded the tape, grabbed her towel and toiletry bag; but as she stood from her seat, her phone pinged. She reached down and picked it up. Jay.

I’m sorry, Nell. But think of it this way: now you can put all your focus on Stardom and winning the tag titles.

Nellie had to give it to him—he had a point. But she left him on read again and headed to the shower, resisting the growing urge in her gut to ask if he was finally coming back to Japan.

* * * *

Nellie wasn’t the only one to leave the pay-per-view with less hardware. As unworried as Kyle had been about Roy and Ricky Knight Jr., Aussie Open had dropped the RevPro tag titles to them, too, and Will was left the only champion still standing. Needless to say, not much of anyone was up for going out after the show, and so they retreated back to Will’s house, somber and tired. Nellie and Torrance had a flight to catch back to Tokyo tomorrow morning, anyway, and Torrance undoubtedly wanted to soak up every hour and minute she had left with her boyfriend. Nellie was similarly aware of her time with Kyle as she lied snuggled against him on his bed—and how it was running out.

“Well, tonight sucked,” Kyle abruptly said into the silence.

“I don’t want to think about it,” Nellie returned. “I just want to enjoy what time we have left.”

Kyle laughed lightly through his nose at that. “You make it sound like we’re never gonna see each other again.”

“Well… now that I’ve lost the title, I don’t know when I’ll be back again.”

She turned her eyes up at him, looking for a reaction, an emotion, something that could clue her in to how Kyle felt about that, if he felt any type of way about it at all. But she only saw quiet contemplation.

“I wish we were working World Tag League,” he said after a while. “Hopefully we’ll get to Japan soon.”

Nellie looked back down, her head still resting on his chest. “Hopefully,” she agreed. And then, “I was afraid this would happen.”

“What?” Kyle asked.

“That I would catch feelings for you.”

There was a pregnant pause. Nellie inwardly winced, wondering if she shouldn’t have said it, if it wasn’t reciprocated, if she’d misinterpreted the entire weekend.

But then Kyle said, “You’re not the only one.”

Hearing that lifted Nellie up and weighed her down all at once. It was simultaneously a comfort to her heart and a dagger to her gut.

“But let’s just see how it goes,” Kyle thoughtfully added. “That’s all we really can do.”

Nellie nodded. “Yeah,” she quietly returned, for lack of anything better to say. Because as much as it sucked—hurt, even—Kyle was right. That really was all they could do.

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ATTITUDE || 017

well, everything is still awesome guys. :D *breaks down into tears*

some shit actually goes down here like oh my god PUT Y’ALL SEATBELTS ON!!!!

i actually had a lot of fun writing the match….THERE’S A LIL TREAT IN THERE FOR U GUYS TOO! also i keep referring to stone cold as “austin” because of reader kinda using it as “respect” but idk might just start calling him steve so it’s easier—

You’re the last person to come out to the ring. It was a pretty quiet entrance, not that you minded. They skipped out on your music this time..

Everyone is settling in their corner and you just stick nearby Trish, who was standing on the ring apron. You reach up your hand to give her a high five and she quickly returns it.

Hopefully that one fan wouldn’t be so upset you’re kicking it with Trish. But she’s gotta understand it’s Vince McMahon we’re talking about here! He’s gonna go down and you were going to ensure that happened.

“You guys are gonna do great!” You yell. The Rock gives you a nod and Trish beams a smile down at you. They then give you the World Championship and Women’s title to hold onto.

Jeez, those two were definitely a strange pairing…..on both sides.

The bell rings, signifying that the match has officially begun. You were too busy admiring the gold to even notice Kurt and The Rock trading blows.

Both of these titles were beautiful! If they gave you an opportunity to go after either of them, you’d take them no question. Even if they didn’t let you compete for the World Championship, you’d find a way damn it. Make it into a storyline, what have you. You were going to take the titles one way or another.

It looks like Kurt had gotten the best of The Rock for a while, throwing him into the turn buckle and chopping him across the chest.

Just because you could, you wrap the World Champion around your waist, trying it on. Not bad!

‘That young lady is trying on the title!’ JR says. ‘What’s going on through that head of hers?’

Jerry shrugs. ‘I dunno, but I think we should start opening up the mental hospital! Does she think she can really wear that?’

‘She’s obviously putting it on, King.’

“It looks nice on you!” Trish turns down to stare at you. “Trying on my title next?”

“Maybe! Focus on your match!” You point back to the ring, where The Rock finally gets the upper hand by clotheslining Kurt and bringing him back into a Samoan drop after he got up.

You walk over towards commentary and hand the belts over to one of the staff members.

The Rock tries to go for the pin, but Vince quickly breaks it up. You clap your hands. “C’mon Rocky!!”

Though The Rock had recovered, it’s starting to look like Kurt was really going over in this match. It was easy for the Olympic Hero to bounce him off the ropes and into a suplex. To make things worse, he immediately tags Vince into the match.

Kurt holds The Rock by his arms, allowing Vince to hit him in the face with hard strikes. The two double teamed him and the referee was getting on them for it. You boo as Kurt switched back out to the apron.

Vince smiles seeing The Rock worn out. He’s 100% sure he’s got this in the bag too. So much so, he walks over towards Trish and begins to taunt her.

The second she retorts, he reaches his hand out and pie faces her off the apron…and she lands right on you. The crowd gasps, some fans sitting nearby the guardrail stand up to see you two crash on the ground.

Jerry shrieks, and JR just couldn’t believe what he just saw. ‘Oh my god! Mr. McMahon just knocked Trish right into [Name]!!’

It was collateral damage! Vince’s shock turns into a smile. He turns right back to The Rock and jumps on him to punch him again.

You groan in pain and Trish rolls off of you. “Are you—ow…okay??” She asks, shifting her body to lean on the guardrail.

Even though you gave her a thumbs up, your words contradicted. “Ack—…..that shit hurt!” Her colliding with you was nearly on par with her damn near breaking your nose. It’s always something with Trish.

You’re still trying to recover on the floor when Trish crawls back up to the apron, holding her hand out for a tag. She was about to give Vince what for!

The Rock hesitantly tags her in, switching places on the apron as well. While she’s beating the hell out of Vince, The Rock looks down at you.

“You good?!”

You couldn’t hide the surprise on your face. It’s safe to say you didn’t even know he’d ask. Well, it looked like a pretty hard collision after all.

“Yup. Don’t worry!” You reassure. “Don’t worry about me!”

The Rock nods, leaving you be for now and hopping back up into the apron in order to distract the referee once more. Smart enough, he even attempted to use your “injury” as leverage at first. Trish lifts Vince’s legs up and stomps him right in the nuts, as he deserves.

Despite your suffering still being disoriented, you raise your hands up to clap weakly. Vince’s nose is bleeding, which brings a biiig smile to your face.

The Rock distracts the referee for far too long, allowing Kurt to come into the ring and knock Trish in the back of her head.

“REF!!! HEY!!!!“ You scream, trying to bring his attention back to Trish. “That was illegal!”

Kurt comes over to the ropes and chews you out, mocking your tone of voice. “ThAt wAs iLlEgAl!!!”

You throw both middle fingers up at him in response and the crowd goes wild. Like father, like daughter, truly. Because you weren’t a competitor, he couldn’t put his hands on you or he’d risk being disqualified.

He waves you off and returns to the ropes to get tagged in by Vince. Now he’s in the ring with Trish, who struggles to reach The Rock for a tag. It was a cheap shot, but you hope she can recover.

Kurt leans down to grab her hair, turning over to The Rock to taunt him. Trish is able to use this to her advantage, using her arm to give him a lowblow. He falls over and she crawls over to The Rock for a hot tag.

That was good! You’re really finding some enjoyment in this match, especially when The Rock comes in on fire, he gets Kurt into the corner, striking him as many times as possible.

He’s laying the Smackdown on Kurt! He pulls him out to the center of the ring to kick him and hit him with a DDT, he tries to pin him but Kurt kicks out at 2, much to the crowd’s chagrin.

Both men get up (Kurt being slower than The Rock), and attempt to irish whip each other, but it ends up with the latter slamming into the referee.

Referee’s down! And somehow Kurt catches The Rock in an Olympic Slam. Now both men are down again, for good.

This isn’t looking too hot, you notice Vince coming down the steps, but someone bumping into you on the way to the ring makes you look up.

NO WAY…No way. The crowd feels the same as you! It’s Jericho, who jumps on the ropes for a moonsault onto The Rock. “Son of a bitch!” He yells.

He slides back out of the ring but before he could leave over the guard rail, you grab his arm and spin him over so you can slap him as hard as you could.

Jericho almost loses his footing, but recovers to look at you with a smile. He’s not going to attack you this time. There’s more than enough time for him to do it at Vengeance instead. “You slap like a grandma!”

“I hate you!” You scream. “GO AWAY!!”

He just laughs, jumping over the guardrail and retreating into the crowd as Kurt Angle pins The Rock. It’s a very close call, but he luckily kicks out just in time.

To your right, you see Vince pull Trish down by her leg. It’s just one thing after another, but you’re here to defend Trish. The CEO is about to get a slap of his own!

“Hey! Back up!” You yell at him. Trish immediately hides behind you for a moment, slowly backing up and tripping over the steps behind her. She’s terrified, rightfully so.

You would be scared shitless too if Vince was coming towards you in wrestling gear! You’re trying to hold him off long enough for the referee to get up, but Trish decides to make a run for it, heading up the ramp.

You throw your arms out in confusion, watching her as she runs right up. “WAIT! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?! WHY ARE YOU RUNNING….TRISH??!! DON’T GO—“

….She’s already outta there. That woman needs to be in track or something.

Most importantly, The Rock’s just lost his partner thanks to Vince.

“…Are you kidding me?!” Before you could come over and try to kick him in the shin, Ric Flair’s music plays, causing you to stop in your tracks.

You forgot he’s here again.

Something that’s been on your mind was how him being business partners with Vince would work out, though. Very weird investment he made, but to each their own, you guess.

You remember when him and Eric Bischoff were going at it, so maybe it’d be the same as that?

“WOOO!” He yells, marching along the stage. “I want more action! More excitement! I’ve been watching you guys go at it, and then WHAM! Trish Stratus bailed out!!“

Ric was jittering like crazy. Either he had a ton of coffee or the man was nuts. Truth be told, you’re convinced he’s nuts. He better be careful before he passes out or something….

‘If it wasn’t for that big bully, Trish wouldn’t have ran away so quickly!’ Jr grumbled. ‘[Name] was just about to give him what he deserves!’

Ric’s raspy voice continues on. “…I’m gonna make things interesting! I’m sure you don’t mind, business partner!!” Vince and Kurt look up in confusion. “[Name] will be competing in place of Trish Stratus for the rest of the match, WOOO!”

Wait, what?!

Literally, you and everyone else in the entire arena, were taken aback. No one told you that you were going to perform! You’re not even in the right gear.

Actually, if Torrie and Stacy could wrestle in heels, then maybe you could go in what you had on. You weren’t entirely against the idea either, just confused. Guess this is one way to shake things up and it’s another way to ruffle Vince’s feathers.

‘[Name] is going to compete in place of Trish?! Is that allowed?!’ Jerry asks in shock.

‘Ric Flair’s the co-owner….whatever he says, goes! Business is about to pick up!!’ JR responds.

And that’s that. Ric Flair leaves you guys to it. Guess you were really doing this for real. You hop on the apron, wary about even participating.

If The Rock tagged you in, you’ll give either Kurt or Vince a run for their money. The crowd behind you excitedly cheers.

No one really expected you to get that kind of reaction merely at the sight of you wrestling. Especially Vince (who knew about your rising popularity), as he looked around the arena.

They really liked you, huh?? You’re a check……and he feels like it’s about time to cash out.

The sound of the crowd cheering yet again makes you turn towards the front.

Wait….is that who you think it is?!

Your eyes don’t deceive you as you see the Rattlesnake make his way down, focusing his attention on Vince. Referee’s still trying to recover, so he doesn’t entirely see Austin’s interference. While he was handling him, you felt like it would be a good time to attack Kurt.

You hold out your hand for a tag. The Rock hadn’t seen it at first, landing a suplex instead. He turns around towards you. “You want in?!”

You nod. “Of course!” Once he hits his palm against yours, you jump into the ring. You turn on your heel to wave to the crowd before turning back around. You jump and plant your knees into Kurt’s midsection, then roll forward and backflip, shoving your knees back again.

‘Slamming the knees right into his midsection! Beautiful Insult to Injury!’ JR compliments.

Once you land on your feet, the crowd cheers. You drop down to try and pin him but he kicks out at two.

At least he’s got his wish, now he could fight you as much as he wanted! Too bad he’s losing though. You kick him a few times, but Kurt eventually catches your foot. He attempts to flip you over but you’re able to catch yourself before you hit the mat.

‘Do you think [Name] can last against Kurt Angle?!’ Jerry asks. ‘I mean, he’s already got the upper hand!’

JR thinks about it for a moment. ‘It’ll be a tough fight, but if we’ve known anything about her precious matches, it’s that she can hold her own.’

You’re trying your best. You bring Kurt up and attempt to irish whip him into the corner, which he reverses and sends you straight into the turnbuckle.

The wind’s knocked out of you, but as he runs over, you quickly lift your knees up and Kurt smashes right into them, stumbling backwards. You’d like to call it an impromptu Meteora, but it’s just something to keep him at bay.

Coming forward, you put him into a headlock and run further across the mat to give him a bulldog. Standing up and dusting your hands off, you make your fingers in the shape of an ‘L’ and put it on your forehead.

Austin comes around towards the ring, motioning you to bring him over. You pull Kurt up from the ground and irish whip him towards the ropes, where he turns around so that Austin can jump up and rope-hung his head off the ropes.

Kurt stumbles back and you’re ready to give him the greatest gift of a lifetime, a reward much larger than those golden medals could ever give him, a 201 Facebreaker. You can see the cameras flash as you do it, which brings a smile to your face.

Before Kurt can fall to the ground he stumbles backwards and The Rock quickly jumps in the ring to give him the Rock Bottom. You can see all the cameras flash again.

This match was definitely over. You immediately fall down to pin him.

The referee slowly crawls over and starts to hit his hand against the mat. Vince does his best to try and pull you off of him, but he’s far too late.

“1! 2! 3!”

The bell rings, and you roll off of Kurt. What a match. It was short, but you still enjoyed participating in it. The loud roar of the crowd couldn’t even let you think for a moment. The sound even overpowered your theme!

“Here are your winners, [Name] and The Rock!!”

The Rock comes over and helps you to stand, then holds your arm up.

JR was the most hype over this win. ‘Can you believe it?! With Stone Cold’s assist, [Name] and The Rock win it! Vince McMahon has got to kiss The Rock’s ass on Smackdown!!’

One of the staff members hand you both titles and you pass the World Championship to The Rock. You’re left holding the Women’s Championship. You look at it in your hands and you start to feel unsure if you should give it back to Trish once you hit backstage.

Though you felt unsure, you slowly raise it, the crowd cheering you on. Trish simply had to understand….

There was never enough room on this stage for the both of you.

You quickly look up towards the front and point at Austin with a smile. You always knew he was on The Rock’s side!

Vince just looks between you two in shock, and The Rock slings his title on his shoulder with a smile.

You reap what you sow.

BACKSTAGE // 9:30 PM

What a match. Everything about it was perfect, magnificent! You love wrestling, you really do. Even if you feel pretty sore, there’s nothing you’d love more than to….

“Raven!” You chime, quickly running into his arms. You jump and wrap both your legs around him while you gave him a hug.

Well, no, that’s wrong. You loved Raven more than wrestling. More than anything in the world.

“…Evening.” He greets. He’s as cordial as ever, but you’re incredibly excited to even see him. So much so, you lean in and give him a kiss.

He kisses back, but quickly separates from you. “Vengeance.” He pauses for a moment after mentioning the pay-per-view.. “….I find it difficult to hide our blossoming intimacy. It’s time to show the WWF that you belong to me. I’ll be coming with you.”

How wonderful!! This was your first appearance with him. “Really?!” You ask with a smile.

He nods. “I know of your issues. Torrie Wilson will pay for her deceit.” If even Raven was supporting you, then you felt better about this rumored match. “Tonight, you did a good job. I’m expecting you to do as good here at Vengeance.”

You’d make Raven proud, 100%. You nod your head in excitement.

“Hope you’re not too mad at me for our earlier escapade.” Raven slides his hand under your shirt.

“Not at all.” You say, putting your hand over his. “Will you make it up to me?”

He looks around for a moment. “Don’t suppose you’re suggesting I finish what I started right here in this hallway? Man, you’re a bad girl.”

The baddest, of course! Alas, it’s way too dangerous to even try and you refused to end up in Wrestlers Court. You’ve heard the stories.

“Uh, [Name]?”

You turn your head to see Jeff, confused at what he was seeing. You don’t make a move to get down either, which confused him even more.

“Jeff Hardy.” Raven acknowledged. “What can we do for you?”

“We?” He repeats, raising an eyebrow.

“We.” You confirm. This time, you get off of Raven, turning your body over to him fully. “Is something the matter?”

There is, there’s a lot that’s “the matter.” For starters, why were you on Raven like that? And secondly, why were you so rude to Lita? He nodded. “Wanted to talk to ya’ for a second. You know, alone?”

Raven runs a hand over his face. For a moment, he considered pulling you away and not letting Jeff talk to you. But he lets it be. You two needed to…sort things out. He comes closer to whisper to you. “I hope you get rid of him. I’ll see you later.”

Shoving his hands into his pockets, Jeff looks at you with unease. “You’ve…uh…” And he’s not sure what to say either.

…Wow, you could’ve looked better. Not that you didn’t look beautiful, it’s just….

Actually, it probably was because you had a match just now. But something’s off about you and Jeff couldn’t put his finger on it.

Your breathy voice makes him snap out of it. “What have you been up to?”

“N-Nothing.” He stutters out, scratching the back of his head nervously. “I’m just hangin’ out backstage..”

Jeff’s not sure what you’re up to and he’s almost too afraid to ask. You’re too eerily calm.

You twitch and give him a smile. “….Me too.” Your voice sounds tired, but you were definitely wide awake. “Lita? Matt? Where are they?”

The mention of his teammates names makes him realize he came here for a reason. He’s not here to feel nervous around you. He’s here to get to the bottom of this.

“I’m not with ‘em…we had a fight. Now me and Matt have a match at Vengeance. Lita’s the referee.” He answers.

“That’s unfortunate.” You say. “I hope you win..”

He doesn’t comment on that. “Speaking of a match, you didn’t come out. Are you okay? Lita said you had some sort of outburst afterwards.”

You gently set your hand on his shoulder. “I’m fine. I just got a little busy. Lita caught me at a bad time…..tell her I’m sorry next time you see her.”

“Right. I’ll do that.” Jeff is suspicious, but as soon as he turns around, you grab his arm. He’s startled at this sudden strength, but looks at you curiously.

“You’re not angry at me are you….?” You pull him closer to you. “Are you angry??? I’d hate for you to be upset.”

“No, no I’m not upset.” He reassured you. “I’m just—I don’t know.….”

You come closer with a smile. “I’m glad you’re not upset. And I hope you won’t be upset to know..that I’ve moved on.”

“Moved on?” He repeats. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve truly found my one and only purpose in life. What we had was a mistake.” You let go of his arm. “I’ve seen the light. Raven has allowed me to find who I truly am. I am in his debt for eternity!”

“What?” Jeff’s in disbelief. What the hell did Raven do to you?! From what he’s known about you so far, you’ve never acted like this before. “When we kissed, that wasn’t a mistake, [Name].”

“It was. I can’t let it happen again.”

In that moment, Jeff felt like his heart broke into a million pieces. He doesn’t know what’s gotten into you, but he damn sure doesn’t like it.

“I-I don’t want ya’ to leave. I like you, I really do.” He says, grabbing your hands. “Please, [Name]. I—“

You shake your head. “I was wrong. I should’ve never helped you out. I don’t know how I was so blind!”

How could you do this to him?

No, why did you do this to him??

You’re seated on a couch next to Austin as the camera pans up from you two to an exasperated Debra. This was one of the closing segments of the night, so you had to make it count.

“Oh, you two just won’t believe what just happened!” Debra starts, pacing around the room. “I’m over there trying to get some coffee and I was talking to Lita. I couldn’t believe all the stuff she was saying.”

“What’d she say?” Austin asks.

“Well, first she said to me, and she thought it was real funny, really funny, when I knocked your head with that cookie tray.”

You remember seeing that! No lie, it was hilarious. You had to cover your mouth to hide the giggle.

“You think that’s funny too??” Austin turns today look at you and you shake your head.

“And that’s not all, either.” Debra continued. “[Name], she told me that you were acting like such a bitch earlier. I mean, she was just laying into you! How gross you looked….how no one could ever like you….”

“She was laying into me?” You shift in your seat to lean forward. Now you were interested. Even after you apologized, Lita had turned her back on you over something so small?

“Honey, you just don’t know the half of it.” She puts her hands on her hips. “She even said that boy that you’ve been eyeing, Jeff, was no good for you. That you don’t deserve him! If you ask me, I think she wants him for herself.”

Even though you harshly let go of Jeff earlier, the idea of Lita attempting to sabotage you behind the scenes pissed you off. Besides, no one knew that you were with Raven yet.

You remember you asked her if she would ever screw you over. Looks like her answer of “no” sounded like a bit of a lie.

Neither you or Austin really knew that Debra was exaggerating most of what Lita said.

“THEN, I couldn’t believe she said this one. She said, ‘I couldn’t imagine someone like you getting married to Debra’…I thought it was so offensive! Get this too, she said ‘he’s nothing but trailer trash’! Can you believe her? I mean, I’m married to you, so what does that make me?!”

Austin doesn’t give much of a reaction, simply brushing off most of what she says at first. It’s just something stupid. He doesn’t want to entertain it.

You on the other hand, felt like you were boiling. How could Lita betray you like this?

“To top it all off—you’re gonna love this one, Steve—she said that her little boyfriend Matt Hardy, could beat your butt any day of the week! She even said she’d mop the floor with you, [Name].”

Hell no. That does it. Austin jumps up from his spot. “Lita said that?! That’s a bunch of bullshit!”

“I’m pissed off too!” Debra adds. “How dare she say those things about you two?”

“[Name], get up. We’re going to pay your friend a little visit. I told ya’, that girl was nothing but trouble. She can’t even pull her pants up, damn it! You expect her to pull through your friendship?!”

You’re starting to think he was right. Lita was a bad friend. Did you have any real friends?

You feel like your only friend here is Raven. He’s the only person that would have your back.

Forever and always, till death do you part.

After a bit of searching and threatening other staff members, you and Austin finally found where Lita was, who just so happened to be chatting it up with Matt.

Both of them seemed sad, but you not Austin cared about how they felt right now.

The camera zooms in on you two as you come into the room. “There ya’ two are.” Austin says. “Hope you’re happy with yourself, Lita.”

You’re trailing behind him, anger written all over your face. Lita, on the other hand, looks confused. You’re happy to refresh her memory. “Debra told us everything. From how Austin was trailer trash to how I was such a gross bitch.”

Matt looks back and forth at you and Austin. He doesn’t get what’s going on here, but it wouldn’t make sense for Lita to say those things. Austin made sense, but you? No way.

“You think I’m gross? You think I’m gross??? Just who the hell do you think you are? You’re supposed to be my friend, but you’re running me down into the dirt?!”

Lita’s in awe, to say the least. Why were you two coming at her like this?! She stutters out words you couldn’t understand.

“Shut up—“

Matt cuts you off and raises his voice. “HEY, HEY, HEY! You don’t tell her to shut up. You talk to me. I don’t know what’s going on here but weren’t you two friends? As much as I don’t like you, something ain’t right. Lita would never say those things.”

“I’ll tell her shut up if I want to! You think I care if you like me or not?” You get out of Lita’s face to approach Matt. “What do you have to do with this anyway? Last time I heard, you two just got into a fight. You kiss and make up yet or are you still going into Vengeance against your own brother?”

He takes a bit too long to respond, so you jab a finger in his face. “That’s exactly what I thought…”

Austin is proud of you for standing up for yourself, but he wouldn’t admit that… “Ya’ saying my wife Debra’s a liar, ya’ little bastard? Ya’ saying [Name]’s a liar?!”

“N-No! I’m not. I just think Lita would never say that.” Matt spared a glance at you. “Yes, I know we’re arguing….I just want to fix things. I really do.”

“No one gives a damn.” Austin says. “How about this, since you can kick my ass, Matt Hardy, according to Lita, I want to see you after Vengeance. I’ll give you the ass whooping you deserve.”

“Maybe it’ll work out for you two. Now you can experience getting beat up as a couple!” You chime in.

“Ya’ damn skippy. And I’ll tell ya’ what, you bring your little stupid girlfriend with you and [Name] will kick her ass too. Ain’t nobody gonna run down the name Stone Cold Steve Austin here. You didn’t forget about that two man power trip, right?”

The crowd cheers as you nod your head. They were stoked to hear you two would be in the ring again.

Lita remembers it well. Very well. She tenses up, the words caught up in her throat.

“Lita?” You begin. The woman literally looks like she’s on the verge of tears, but you could care less. “I will show you how much of a bitch I am.” You say, getting in her face once again. “When I’m done with Torrie, I will make you scream. I WILL make you tap if I have to. Most importantly, I will make sure that you won’t ever get in a ring again.”

Lita turns away from you and bites the inside of her cheek, trying to stop any stray tears exiting her eyes. This situation really upset her. She’d never do that to you! Adding this on top of Team Xtremes problems, it was inevitable for her to break down.

That intergender match is in the books.

You’ve got quite a few problems on your hands and you’re more than happy to solve them. You two walk out of frame.

‘[Name] and Stone Cold have challenged Lita and Matt Hardy! It’s coming after Vengeance! I can’t imagine the carnage!’ JR yells.

And with that, Raw is over for the night, displaying credits and fading out to black.

the rock & reader kinda ate tbh ik reader didn’t get much time to wrestle but we’re saving it for vengeance…..just realized this show went long as hell, damnnnn

trish injuring reader somehow is just a running gag now. reader speedrunning ruining relationships with everyone besides raven. maybe not stone cold and debra cause she acts normal around them (FOR NOW) even though debs was messy for that segment lol

for jeff, siri play ‘another me’ pls

next chapter is out of kayfabe shenanigans though. lita & reader are about to go on a…snack run. *nudges nellie*

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I Want You to Show Me Weak

Fandom: Andor

Pairing: Kino Loy/F!Reader

Chapter 3/27 (2.7k words)

->start at chapter 1<-

<- Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 ->

Summary: You're pretty sure Kino Loy hates you. He screams at you, grabs you, and shoves you against the wall, and it's becoming a problem because, well...it shouldn't fluster you as much as it does.

Warnings: Explicit rating, Smut, Prison, Prison sex, minor non-graphic injuries, Dom/Sub, sexual tension, dirty talk, praise, hair-pulling, light choking, unprotected sex, oral, angst

A/N: If you wanted Dom Kino on top of dirty talk Kino, boy do I have some good news for you 😌 Work title is from "Poison" by Vaults. Chapter title is from "Wicked Game" by Chris Isaak.

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Chapter 3 - What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you

During your shift the next day, your hand hurts, but it's functional. It does slow you down, though, because you can't move it as well as you usually do. Alis is kind enough to help you out since he was already faster than you before you injured yourself. Now he's doing his job and nearly half of yours. You owe him big time.

But Kino's "not officially" comment is still rattling around in your skull. You're new enough that maybe you've missed something. So you ask your table if there are any unofficial rules you should know about. If anyone has more context for whatever the fuck yesterday was, outside of the whole…incident, it will be them. Because so far, the only actual rules you've been given are to do your work, keep up, don't get fried, and don't cause problems. If you do cause problems, take them to Kino. "Problems" appears to be the key word there. Covers all manner of sins.

Threl seems relieved that it sounds like you're trying to make an effort to stay out of trouble, bless his heart. He gives you a whole list of shower and tool etiquette, a lecture on respecting communal and private spaces like the cells, and what not to do during quiet hours. Which all seem like basic common sense to you because you know all of that already. You do all of it. But he says nothing about sex, possibly because he doesn't want to bring up sex to the only woman in the unit. Or the rules don't exist.

"What about fooling around?"

Jevid leans forward so he can be heard over the noise on the floor and his large belly presses against the table. "You really think Kino lets people get away with rough housing at all? You should know that better than anyone with how often you get your ass chewed."

"Once for rough housing, if I recall." Alis grins.

"Oh my god, you've all been in here far too long. No, I mean what about sex?"

They all stop, hands hovering over tools and parts, and turn almost as a group to look at you. There's an equal mix of confusion from the three younger men and concern from the three older men staring at you from around the table.

"What?? Why are you all staring at me?"

"What about it?" Alis asks with a furrowed brow, as if your question doesn't make any sense. "Sex is a pretty big topic, you're gonna want to narrow that down for us."

"Are there any rules about sex?"

They all glance around at each other, as though someone in the pod has the answers and will explain what is happening to the rest of them. Jevid clicks his tongue thoughtfully in the empty space where a tooth should be.

"Jeez, you guys are acting like I just mentioned the rancor in the room."

"That's because no one talks about it, duh." Taybus rolls his eyes at you. "You think we all walk around talking about how much we're getting laid? Or that we're getting laid at all?"

"Okay fine, how about this. Are there any rules forbidding sex? Because I'm one woman in here with forty nine men. I think my chances are a little better than yours."

"Oh my god." Sorrek sounds like someone is strangling him.

"Fine, forty eight. Happy?"

"No," Sorrek whimpers.

"Forty seven, sorry kid. Don't swing that way," Threl laughs.

You look at him in pleasant surprise. "Yeah? Well damn, Threl. Then you and I both have forty seven more chances than these fools."

"Forty six," Jevid grumbles. "I'm way too old for this bullshit."

"Fair enough, Jev." You glance at Taybus and grimace. "Let's just cut it down to forty five."

"Oh, fuck you!" He attempts to look angry, but he's trying not to laugh.

Alis, however, is fully shaking with laughter as he slides a part into place. "Woman, if you can find a way to have sex in here or get any privacy, then be my guest. Good for you, in fact. I got your high-five right here." He holds up his hand. "Most of us just…take care of it ourselves." He then waves his still raised hand around. Sorrek protests next to him. His face and ears have been turning dangerously red the entire conversation.

"Oh, and I don't?" You smirk. There is a mixture of groans and snorts in response, except Sorrek, who finally puts his head into his hands.

"But no," Alis adds, "there's no rules or anything. Just be respectful and don't get caught, you know?"

"Why, you see someone you fancy?" Taybus wags his eyebrows at you suggestively.

You have to fight not to glance over and look for Kino, and you tell yourself it's just because that weird interaction in the locker room is what led to this conversation. Not because you're attracted to him. Definitely not that.

"In this lot?" You snort. "Hardly."

"Why else would you be asking?" Taybus is grinning at you now, like he's caught on to something interesting. "You totally do. Who is it?!"

"That's enough," Threl sighs. "Did we not learn any lessons from yesterday? Let's focus."

Taybus ignores him. "It's Vage at table 1, isn't it? I saw him checking you out once."

"Nope. Don't worry, I won't steal your boyfriend." You wink at him.

Taybus flips you off from across the table. You go to return the rude gesture, when there's a hand on your shoulder. You jump and turn to see Kino standing next to you. He has a fake smile on his face. The kind he gets when he's pissed, but he wants to make a point first.

"I see we're all taking our jobs very seriously over here at table 7 today. So seriously that you're in," he pauses to check his data pad and several men at the table wince, "last place! Which puts our shift in fifth. So I have to wonder what is more fascinating than work?"

You start to say "nothing," but to your horror, Taybus butts in with, "She's got a boyfriend."

The panic washes over you and you sputter, "No I don't!' You glance at Kino in fear, but he just gives you an intrigued stare. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he's amused, even. "He's just kidding." And you don't know why you feel it's so important Kino knows that. The man could probably not care less. He does hate you, after all.

"But you asked about sex." Taybus continues, knowing damn well he should shut his mouth, but is unable to resist the opportunity to distress you further. Probably as payback for excluding him from the list. You feel your face burning with embarrassment. You suddenly wish the ground would open up, swallow you whole, and spit you out into the ocean.

"No! I didn't!" Even though you absolutely did. You just don't want Kino to know you're sniffing around after what he said to you. What will he think? Probably that you're trying to find a new way to piss him off. But he's been standing there the entire time, watching your face. Intently taking in every flash of horror and mortification.

Threl uncomfortably clears his throat.

"Enough," Kino finally growls out to the table. "Your numbers better be up by the time I come back around, got it?"

There is an off beat chorus of "Yes, Kino." He turns to look directly at you, waiting expectantly.

You squirm, and give a belated, low, "Yes, Kino."

"Good." There's a slight, pleased twitch in his eyebrow as he stares you down. He looks back around the table. "Unless you're looking forward to frying in ten hours, get to work!"

He finally removes his hand from your shoulder and stalks off. You hadn't realized it had been there the whole time. You glance at the spot he touched you without thinking about what you're doing because, now that it's gone, you can feel his absence and the thought makes your chest flutter.

"Way to go, you pissed him off again."

You quickly look up at the table, like you've been caught doing something you aren't supposed to. "Shut the fuck up, Taybus, and hand me the wrench or I swear to every god that will listen that I will smother you in the shower."

"And you'd deserve it, too." Alis says next to you. "Man, what's wrong with you? Bringing up her sex life to Kino? No wonder you aren't getting laid." The two begin to bicker as you all get back to work.

Jevid gives an annoyed grunt and checks his panel. However, you notice Threl and Sorrek eyeing you suspiciously. And you really hope they aren't going to corner you and bring this up again later.

They absolutely corner you and bring it up again later.

"You wanna tell me what that was about?" Threl crosses his arms and Sorrek looks apologetic next to him, but doesn't move. You're blocked in by the dads.

"Not really." You huff. "It's not your business and I'm far too old for the talk, guys! Come on." You give them a pleading look, hoping they'll drop it.

"It's my business if you get yourself in trouble again! They're gonna kick your ass out to some place worse than this if you keep it up." Threl sounds angry, and you feel bad that you somehow managed to stress him out this much.

"We're just worried about you. That's all this is." Sorrek gives you a kind smile. Aha, you think, the good dad, bad dad routine. You're annoyed that it's working.

"I know you are." You can't help but smile back at him, damnit. "Honestly, guys, there's nothing to worry about. Yesterday when he was patching me up, Kino asked about how I was doing and if…and if anyone had been…inappropriate to me." You wince a little because you didn't want Kino's name to be connected to this conversation at all, just in case one of them was too perceptive for their own good. "It just got me thinking. I wasn't sure what the expectations are about that stuff. Figured I may as well find out. Just in case…you know." Sorrek suddenly finds the ceiling very interesting because he can no longer meet your eyes. "That's all there is to it. Promise."

"So there isn't anyone…?" Threl trails off, letting the question hang between you.

"No. I have no prospects. There's no one throwing themselves at the pariah."

Threl's posture relaxes and he shakes his head. "Okay. Fair enough. Just be careful." Then he surprises you by giving you a mischievous grin. "I think you'd be surprised if you actually paid attention. But good luck, I've been trying to get some in here for years."

At that, Sorrek finally excuses himself with a scandalized look. You let him go and quickly turn on Threl for more details because you haven't gotten the chance to talk about it yet. The two of you gossip about who is hot or not in the corner until it's time to line up. You specifically don't mention how weird things with Kino are getting because you don't think he can handle that yet. And you aren't even sure what the fuck is going on or if you can handle it yet.

When you catch Threl and Kino talking the next day after shift, you swear it isn't on purpose. You're heading out from the showers and you overhear Threl's unmistakable deep voice from around the corner, which catches your attention. The voice that answers him is gruff and low. You'd also recognize that voice anywhere. Especially when it's saying your name. So you stop by the doorway and listen.

"Just promise me you didn't chew her ass out afterwards," Threl pleads. He sounds tired, like they've had this conversation before.

"I promise I didn't yell at her," Kino sighs, and you can feel his irritation from there. "Not that she didn't deserve it."

"You don't have to tell me. I don't know how she keeps shoving her foot in her mouth, but she's a good kid—"

"She's an adult, Threl. You're not that much older than her—"

"—and she's good at the job." Threl ignores him and pushes on. "You and I know it's more than just the work, too. It's how you work. She keeps up with Taybus and keeps him in line, and you know how hard that used to be." Kino grunts in response and you smirk at the floor. Because you'd really love to rub Taybus's face in that. "Edii loves having her there." Okay, at that you're a little surprised because you didn't think Edii has ever expressed a like or dislike for anything other than Taybus. "He's almost relaxed, Kino. He smiles now. Not often, but I know you can see the difference—"

"Yeah, I see it," Kino growls.

"—Hell, I really like her, she gets along great with Alis and Jevid, and Sorrek adores her."

There's a pause in their conversation where you begin to reflect on everything Threl just said because you hadn't thought of yourself as good for your table at all. You can be obnoxious and disruptive, and you keep getting in trouble. You don't know how any of them manage to like you despite that. Then Kino's voice pulls you from your thoughts.

"You're not telling me anything I don't already know. She could get by in here just fine if she would just think before she speaks. Or acts, apparently." You can tell he's annoyed. Which annoys you, even though you can't really blame him.

"I know she's a lot. But she isn't going to learn just because you yell at her."

"I've already figured that out, too," he huffs.

"You have, huh?" You can hear the smile in Threl's tone.

"I know what she needs." There's a confidence to that simple statement that sends a rush through you. Because what the fuck does that mean?

"What does that mean?" Threl warily echoes your unvoiced question.

"Nothing. Look, I just need you to trust me." That is the closest to begging you've ever heard Kino Loy get. "Especially when it comes to her."

You really wish you could see their faces right now. Especially Kino's because your brain is in overdrive trying to work through his words like it's a code or puzzle. Why does he have to be so mysterious and unreadable all of the time?

"Alright. I trust you, Kino. You know I do."

"Good. Now I have to go do a sweep of the showers. I'll see you later."

You jump up in panic and scramble to get away from the doorway. You can't imagine how pissed Kino will be if he catches you eavesdropping. It isn't until you're trying to act natural, and Kino is turning the corner, that you realize you were so focused on not getting caught that you forgot you're only in a towel. He stops the second he sees you and stares at you in surprise. You stare back at him.

"Hi!" You wince because there was way too much enthusiasm in your voice. So much for acting natural.

He doesn't respond. But his eyes drop away from your face and slowly glance over your towel wrapped body. It's slow enough that it's obvious what he's doing. It's slow enough that you feel like he's absorbing every inch of you. Memorizing you. And you let him because it never occurs to you that you can stop him or leave. That you have any other choice but to let him.

Because maybe you want him to.

Because maybe, if you were a braver woman, you would remove your towel and let him look even more and see if you can crack his stony expression. Or beckon him to you and let him remove it himself.

"Are you done in here?" His indifferent voice snaps you out of your thoughts. You're disturbed because where the fuck did that come from? Also, how is he so unaffected? He checked you out and now he's just, what, standing there like nothing happened?

Maybe he didn't see anything he likes, you think. And why does that thought bother you so much?

"Yeah, sorry." You hunch in on yourself, holding your towel to your chest, and you run out, giving him a wide berth. You know with absolute certainty that you're not actually leaving, but are, in fact, running away.

NEXT CHAPTER->

#andor fanfic #andor #kino loy #kino loy x reader #kino loy x f!reader #i want you to show me weak fic #fanfiction

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13docwriting · 5 months

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'Ello! It's me again, giving my VERY long live stream review of Doctor Who, the Wild Blue Yonder.

(I don't do trailers or ANY spoilers for episodes, so it's an honest, gut reaction review RIGHT out of the gates for this one haha)

SPOILERS BELOW:

Once again, my first essay is this: I really, really miss watching it "live" with other fans. And, after a whole week of being active with the fandom, I've realized that spoilers are INSTANT. I couldn't watch this episode right when it was released on Disney plus and I was spoiled JUST by opening Tumblr to start this post. Could I have blocked the tags? Yeah, but I was going to watch the episode only three hours after it had went up, so I assumed I could avoid the worst of it. ANYWAY, my point stands... I'm really going to miss watching it with other fans because I have to make posts like this AND because spoilers are a problem.

NOW THEN.

1. HISTORICAL EPISODE. YES? PROBABLY? IS THAT GOING TO BE NEWTON??? OH HECK YES, THE APPLE FELL IT'S HIM. I looooooove DW historical episodes, oh my god.

2."But don't worry. He's got a time machine, which means he can blame me for all eternity." Donna Noble, stay sassy forever.

3. I CALLED NEWTON. Heck yes!!!!

4. Donna's and the Doctor's chemistry really reigns supreme to me. Now, I wouldn't necessarily pair Donna with 11th or 12th, the dynamic would be wildly different (huh, one day I'll write an essay about that), but the tenth Doctor needed Donna and the fourteenth Doctor appreciates that. It's really, really interesting and so lovely to see, honestly.

7. "The TARDIS played us a war song". Woah boy, here we go, PLOT.

5. It would be the Doctor to mess up history to THAT sort of extreme, wouldn't it lmao. "Mavity" to "gravity" is just too great. Aww, bye Newton! I wish we got more of him.

6. Yo the TARDIS is PISSED!!! Jeez, of course it's possible to have literally ANYTHING happen to the TARDIS, but I never consider "giant flame the likes of which a rocket could fly from" on the docket.

8. Ya know, I can't remember if I've ever seen the TARDIS's top light go on. And also, kudos to the TARDIS for the adorable "ding" noise when it did so, made me smile.

9. Bu-bu-budget. Holy. Cow. The space ship looks so good! Just insane.

10. Donna: "Was it me, or was Isaac Newton hot?" The Doctor: "He was, wasn't he... Oh, is that who I am now?" .... Donna: "well it was never that far from the surface, mate." RTD, as always, SAID "GAY RIGHTS" and I'm here for it. Very much reminded of the Doctor's infamous Shakespeare episode with Martha. "56 academics just punched the air"! But really, if I had heard a conversation like this when I was younger, I would be sobbing. Even if I'm a woman, just having a casual conversation in terms of liking the same sex is so valuable.

11. Why are we constantly losing the TARDIS. 13's era was also infamous for it.

12. Aww them fighting hurt... And you know what hurt more? Watching the Doctor comfort Donna. I mean, it was perfect, but it took SO LONG for the Doctor to be wiling to get there. I love character growth, even 15 years later.

13. "Go and kick its arse" HECK YES, DONNA. You got that right!

14. Doctor: "I know 57,000,000,205 [languages]." MY HEADCANON. Oh, my good old headcanon. So the TARDIS translates for humans but the Doctor knows the languages! I MEAN. It's confirmed!!! AH. I feel like some people would be disappointed by that but it's still cool to know that the Doctor DOES speak different languages. (Yo, my Academy Era fans, could you imagine the Doctor learning all that with the Deca? The Master is losing his mind as we speak.)

15. Once again, a million gold stars to everyone who did the music. It's so FULL.

16. This is a personal thing, but I love when the Doctor has moments that make the title "Time Lord" make sense. The whole "maybe time slowed down?" "No, I'd feel it in my bones." Like, YES, a Time Lord feeling that kind of thing makes sense, thank you!

17. "Allons, as idiots say, y!" oh my god Donna I'd marry you, I swear. Thank you for the sass. Also love the fact that Donna is driving the cart. No idea why, it just makes total sense.

18. Donna: "That's my family over there [one hundred trillion years away]". I have words about Donna having a family, I swear to you, but mostly it's this... Donna's dedication and love for her family is exactly what she needed in her life and I support her whole heartedly. It's beautiful, and perfect, and I do wonder how much of that dedication to keep her family safe comes from the Doctor.

19. I don't know if it's specifically a call back, but 14 licking the "dangerous" thingy felt like a 13 moment and I damn near teared up. Now, him faking being hurt by that? That was either 9 or 12, I can't decide lmao.

20. I'm about 25 minutes into the episode but I sincerely don't know what way this plot is going. We got a goal of "find the TARDIS by removing the danger", we've changed the word "gravity" to "mavity", and we're stuck at the edge of the universe... Love a good mystery, but I'm really wondering where this episode is going.

21. I'm unsure if David Tennant filmed the second season of Good Omens before or after DW, but I JUST saw Crawley's iconic swagger as he was walking away from Donna and I'm here for it haha.

22. I'm getting "half the ship inside a warm hole / Missy, the Doctor, and Bill's" plotline vibes. Does time move differently throughout the ship, just as Donna thought?

23. Donna: "Do you miss home? Gallifrey?" Doctor: "I suppose... But that got complicated." SAY IT, DOCTOR. Please, please, PLEASE. I'd love to hear that parts of 13's plotline live on, PLEASE. I know that's my desire, personally, but I'd kill for it. *Sigh*... But by being cryptic, it might make fans go back to watch her era, and I'd love that too.

24. Hmmm going off of #22... I'm thinking clones instead? OH NOT CLONES. NOT CLONES. Aliens! For sure aliens!

25. Can we talk about the cgi? I mean, it's pretty damn good considering what we had in the past. How crazy is that? Good cgi? Also, kudos to our main leads for their acting here! Always fun to see actors doppelgange themselves lol

26. I am SO FREAKED OUT RIGHT NOW. I didn't know this was a horror movie thing! It's December!

27. WE KEPT THE FLUX. WE K E P T T H E F L U X. We have the Timeless Child AND the Flux! We have the Doctor being so, so heartbroken about the Flux, out loud! Oh my god, I could cry. Really, I could give a great big shout. I know RTD mentioned that he was going to keep it, but he didn't have to do it so blatantly and make it a plot point! That's so, so g r e a t. AND- AND it leaves no room for discussion about 13's era! It still has continuality - it's engrained into the Doctor, even with a new writer and the next new writer and the next Doctor!!!! NO ONE CAN TAKE THE TIMELESS CHILD ARC FROM ME IF IT MEANS IT LIVES ON IN ANOTHER DOCTOR. HA.

I will write more about that because, really, it's so important to me. It such a small thing, but 13 Doctor fans can have a good cry tonight. It's so validating.

28. Oh wait, nope, hold on... Not done with point #27. The Doctor punching at the walls after hearing about the Flux and the Timeless child again? Screaming in rage, in pain, in everything that 13 couldn't do - that 13 refused to do, because she couldn't let anyone know she was hurting? 13 kept her walls so high that she tried to convince herself that everything was alright. 14 is the effects of that, a complete change, a metamorphous into that pain and I am LIVING for it. 13 couldn't scream, not properly, but 14 can.

29. Hehe. The Doctor's biggest strength, their intellect, needed to be squashed to save the day? Nope, no way, not in a million years could ANY Doctor do it. One single question and they've gotta solve it until it's done. Side note, if any reader can't tell, I am having a GREAT time. I may not have expect to be scared, but I'm loving it!

30. WILF. WILF. OH MY GOD. Aww wow, just amazing. Just amazing.

Summary: It's nothing like I ever expected. No one was given any hints about this episode and I find myself... Pretty happy with it. It's a convoluted plot, that's for sure, but it was fun as all heck. Scary! I mean, heart pounding, VERY close to the Midnight episode scary, but good! Random! Oddly randomly, I really don't know where to rank this episode. It feels a bit like it was thrown in just to have an episode, but that also doesn't necessarily make it bad.

I do think a lot of it was cushioned by some really good acting and characterization. The plot was slow going in a strange way, once again cushioned by nostalgia and everyone's need to see the tenth Doctor and Donna again. BUT, episodes like this make me excited (and nervous) to see how RTD is going to handle a brand new Doctor.

I will have a speech about RTD keeping the Timeless Child. A very long speech. But know that I, personally, am very thankful.

#Doctor who #wild blue yonder #doctor who wild blue yonder #dw #dw fandom #dw spoilers #Tori rants

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cartooncadet666 · 1 year

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New Memes: Featuring Pointyheads (maybe OC's)

Tip: Explain the point of your smolness.

Axis: I don't even have a clue myself, I just roll with it. :D

Tip: But that doesn't explain why you're so small...

Axis: I'm just built different! I can't help my smolness!

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Desmond: *adorable confusion*

Axis: *baby squid face*

Pac: *innocent puppy eyes*

Calix: .....*inhales*

Skeebo: Don't say anything about it, let their autism do everything.

Calix: Angel darling you know I do the exact opposite of what you and lemon boy say every time.

Skeebo: Say shit and Imma kick your ass again.

Calix: OH MY WHAT A LOVELY LOOKING STONE OVER THERE-

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Skeebo being tired af: What did you do.

Dr. Buttocks: *incoherent mumbling*

Skeebo: W h a t.

Dr. Buttocks: Threw Specter into the wall on accident...

Skeebo: How tf do you throw someone onto a wall ON ACCIDENT?!

Dr. Buttocks: I don't know SHEER WILLPOWER?!

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Tip: Wait! That area is extremely chaotic, you can get really hurt. It's too dangerous to go alone, here, take this.

*he picks up Pacster and hands them the Pac*

Apex: ....Yeah I don't think I'll need it. Thank you.

Tip: Take the f*cking child or I will destroy our planet myself.

Apex: OKAY. Jeez. *takes the Pac*

Tip: :)

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*cue the moment from Cosmic Contest*

Pac: Hey! Pretty good driving for a Pointyhead.

Tip: Heh heh, you're not bad either for an orb. It's almost a shame I have to beat you!

Pac: Yeah well, may the best man win. And by that, I mean the best Pac Man!

*the doofus proceeds to speed up and gets him and Spiral yeeted off the road for a sec*

Pac: WOAH-

Tip: EYES ON THE ROAD PAC MAN! *genuine concern*

Apex: *mad af at him*

(Meanwhile, in the heavens)

Calix watching that happen: ............Um excuse me, what the actual fu-

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Desmond: Do you think he'll be alright?

Betrayus: IT'S ME BOY, I'M THE PS5 SPEAKING TO YOU INSIDE YOUR BRAIN!

Tip: *confused screeching* GET OUT OF MY BODY!!

Calix: Eh he'll be fine, he's more tougher than the rest of his team, he can handle this.

Tip: *proceeds to strangle Betrayus out of his body*

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Skeebo playing on the piano like Charlie Day: ... I don't need control, or which way to go, I just wanted to tell you all, go F*CK yourself~

Apex: I- WHA-

Betrayus: BAHAAHAH-

Buttocks: I raised him real damn good.

Tip: HOHOHO- Sh*t- *cracking up*

Skeebo: *starts rocking that solo* GO F*CK YOURSEEEEEELF~~~

*Pac, Cyli, and Spiral questioning why a shape god wanted his soul again*

Skeebo: *throws a cup at Apex and flicks off Betrayus* WOOOOOOOOoooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOO~~~

Tip: And that kids is why you go to bed early, you don't want to grow up to be like him.

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Tetris: Axis, dear, do you remember how or when you were born.

Axis: No...

Apex: =_=

Axis: But I do remember something.

Tetris: Well what is it.

Axis, who looks and sounds like a good boy: Well.. Our planet split open and I crawled straight out of hell?

*everyone being in both shock and fear*

Pointybrains: Yep. That's your kid alright.

Apex: HE'S NOT MY KID.

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Tip: And this is Skeebo. Very useful as a weapon or just to pull a 'harmless' prank on someone while releasing this beast of a teenager.

Calix: Yes, my angel can do many things, only use him for his correct purposes.

Desmond: Correction, pardon me, but don't you mean OUR angel?

Pac: Yeah come one Cal, share da Skeebs.

Calix: NEVER.

Desmond: SHARE THE SKIBSTER! WE ALL NEED OUR DAILY DOSE OF HIS EXISTENCE!

Calix: NO!

Pac: SHARE THE SKEEBEYBLADE!

Tip: COMMUNISM.

*evil cackling is heard*

Skeebo: Is this my life now...?

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Axis: Hey Api?

Apex: First off, call me by my title young man, and what, what do you want?

Axis: I made a girl cry today but I didn't mean to.

Apex: Well what happened?

Axis: Well she said 'I think you're kinda cute.' And I said, 'Well that's nice!' Then she said, 'Well don't you love me?' And I said, 'Hey listen, how would you like to be the sun of my life?' And then she said, "Oh, because I'm so bright?" And then I said, 'Well kinda, but you can start by staying 93 million miles away from me.'

Apex: ....*laughing hard af*

Tetris: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO THIS CHILD?!

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Tip: I've only known Pacster for a day at that time.

*Pac being wholesome*

Tip: And if anything happens to him now, I'm going to kill everyone in this room and then myself.... Same rules apply for Axis and Skeebo.

Skeebo: Hell nah bro, Imma join you, I wanna kill someone today.

Axis: Yay murder! :D

Pac: :0

Calix: WHAT?!

Desmond: ....They're going to hell...

Calix: WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU SAY THAT IN FRONT OF THE CHILDREN?!

Skeebo: WE'RE THE SAME F*CKING AGE YOU BILL CIPHER RIP OFF.

Calix: BI-

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Apex is buried in the sand with only his head sticking out: I am the sand guardian, guardian of the sand!

Betrayus: Pac-Poseidon quivers before him!

Apex looking at the ocean: F*ck off!

Stratos: ...Why are they more chaotic than the kids?

Amaros: You think that's chaotic? Stratos he's your brother and Apex was originally my project, why do you think they're chaotic together? They don't have any brain cells left.

Jared: Amar, let's not be insensitive. They don't have a brain left, what cells would they need?

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Jared: You are grounded.... For... Till college.

Apex: FOR TILL COLLEGE?!

Jared: FOR TILL COLLEGE!

Apex: WHY?!

Jared: For kissing for that delinquent! *pointing at Tip*

Betrayus: *dramatic gasp*

Stratos: *proceeds to be uncomfortable af*

Apex: You're the one that took him under your wing!

Jared: Well this wing shall flap no more! Tip is never allowed in the cabin again, and you're not allowed to have any contact with him.

Apex: WHY?? WHat did I do that was so bad?!

Jared: OH YOU KNOW LIPSY!

Calix: ...Dad what the f*ck. I know he's your creation but seriously what the f*ck.

Axis: Nah.. Personally I would not let that slide.

Pac: Fr.

Skeebo: I wanna die already.

Stratos: WAIT YOU WHAT?!

Apex: THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT I SWEAR!

Skeebo: Calix, can you hit me with your bat? Please don't hold back, I'm done with everything.

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*Jared staring at Skeebo with absolute hatred*

Calix: Dad can you not? He's not doing anything.

*Skeebo staring back with a murderous intention*

Jared: I want that twink obliterated.

Skeebo: That's it.

Calix: ANGEL NO-

Skeebo: Square up b*tch, or maybe you can't, you're probably so god damn weak you can't even fight being what you are symmetrical dummy.

Calix: DAD-

Jared: OH HELL NO, COME HERE YOU LITTLE SH*T-

Calix: FOR FIVE SECONDS CAN YOU BOTH NOT?!

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Axis, about Apex and Tip: My god, would you two just get a room already? Tip: Excuse me Axis? Axis: You both just keep agreeing about horrifying things and relishing everybody else's misery. So seriously, when's the wedding? Apex: …I-

Tetris: I ship it! Pointybrains: CAN YOU NOT? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tetris: Plants have feelings too?! What is this? Now I can't have food! Pointybrains: You can eat a rock. Apex: Air. Tip: The fabric of time and space. Axis: Chugging a bottle of bleach can solve all your problems. Tetris: You guys are not helpful. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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