#I'll go irritate them when I get up to see what route we're going with.

[kirby-the-gorb]

#kirby #cursed image #daily kirby #my art #digital #hal laboratory #nintendo #so. #did not have to hobble to the leasing office - they called me first thing in the morning to send the contractor over #contractor looks for like 30 seconds and is like 'yep that thing is completely clogged with dust and a little rusted.' #'also it's 40 years old and to clean it we'd have to remove the whole thing anyway so at that point you might as well replace it.' #so they ran off to leave a proposal for the work with the leasing office #tomorrow is saturday - the leasing office will be open but I'm assuming the contractors will be off unless it's urgent #I'll go irritate them when I get up to see what route we're going with. #(I would like to replace the whole unit - even a cheap one will probably be more energy efficient) #(which helps make up for some of the energy cost) #(since the broken pos has to run all day to get even in the zip code of an acceptable temperature) #(and we're now starting day 5) #but at least my wife picked me up a bunch of snacks and some random little household stuff we'd been meaning to get since we moved #like we ran out of coat hangers #and we know what the problem is now #instead of having the poor on-site general maintenance guys just standing around looking confused #(not their fault they're not highly trained on one specialty machine!) #so like. it is technically an improvement.

[hangesdarling]

Idea! Hange who finds out her rival in the scouts is actually just a massive bottom

rivals, right? — h. zoë

PAIRING. Hange Zoë x female reader SYNOPSIS. You and your rival Hange were forced to sleep in one tent for an expedition. CONTENT. 18+, MDNI, nipple sucking, fingering, oral sex, a bit slow burn WORD COUNT. 2.1k A/N. sorry anon i missed the part where they're scouts :") they're both section commanders on this one though. hope that's alright!

"I'm not sleeping with you," you groaned, the irritation sharp enough to cut through the night. 

"You make it sound weird when we're just sleeping in one tent," Hange said with an amused laugh, padding up the tent floor with a few blankets so it wouldn't be too rocky to lie down on. 

So annoying, you might be thinking. Hange always acts coy, teasing even as if your constant clash and rivalry were an amusement of some sort. Years of training and expeditions, even as scouts, Hange always managed to be linked with you. Both were labeled the smartest, both became section commanders at the same time, and both were considered respectable researchers. Your titles always one up with the other, a tight competition you never seemed to have an agreement on. 

"Ugh, why is it always with you?" You mumbled behind the notebook you're scribbling on. It was loud enough to reach Hange's ears. 

"Sorry, dear. Every tent is occupied," they said simply. Hange placed two makeshift pillows, peeking over the tent as if waiting for you to come inside. You glanced in their direction but turned away almost instantly. 

"I'll be out here for a while," you muttered, focused on scribbling on your notes. Hange looked over your shoulder in curiosity, crawling beside you. 

"Observations, huh?" Hange remarked, pushing their glasses up so their eyes could follow your scribbles. 

You blushed at being observed, quickly hiding the notes you were writing. 

"Nah, just listing why my research is more relevant than yours," you saved yourself from awkwardness, pulling a smug smile. 

Hange laughed, tilting their head almost mockingly. "That's kinda pathetic, don't you think?" 

"Heh, not when I get those two titans for my experiment," you replied, lips curling into a smirk. 

Ah, so damn stubborn, Hange thought. They shook their head lightly, still amused by how you managed to pull this stubborn behavior with them for years. You're typically kind and soft-spoken with other scouts, an authority to be respected, not feared. But Hange finds it almost ridiculous when you both act like bickering children around each other. 

"Would it kill you to share a titan with me? Besides, Erwin said we only get to capture one titan each."

"Out of all people, you should know that won't be enough," you replied. The situation you're both in just hardens your stubbornness. How could humanity thrive and gain knowledge when research is always limited? Tight budget, the shitty authority; Survey Corps never seems to run out of problems. 

"Well, we have to work with our limited resources, you know," Hange explained. "We're not supported enough in terms of this. Our supplies are insufficient. That's probably why we're sharing a tent."

"I'll do something about that," you mumbled like a steadfast promise. "Just go to sleep for now."

Hange looks at you for a while, perhaps in admiration or judgment. But in any way, they see the reflection of their resolve. 

"You should sleep too. It would be a long day tomorrow. Good night, Y/N."

Do something about it, huh? Hange slept with that curious thought, wondering what risky method would you try to pull in the next few days. 

---

Being outside the walls stopped feeling new after your tenth or fifteenth expedition. As a scout, you always have some sort of fear just from the countless tales of unsuccessful expeditions and a tower of dead bodies after one. 

 But now, you managed to expertly map through the routes outside just from memory. Where titans roam the least or the best view to watch over their behavior. 

You were sitting atop a branch of a large tree, binoculars in hand, and planning where to stage the capture. Your mind went through the manpower and equipment sent with you outside, wincing at the fact that the capture could be dangerous. Hange managed to develop a catching net some months ago, ensuring a safe capture. However, with the tight route and a precarious amount of titan, you doubt that this capture would be entirely safe. 

From another tree, Hange was watching titans, observing how slow they usually walk without bait. They are focusing. Supposedly. 

But now and then, their binoculars would travel over where you sat, the lenses perfectly capturing your distress at the current conundrum. 

No sooner, you felt another presence at the tree—Hange's familiar footsteps, careful to reach you on that wide branch. 

"You're worrying about the route, isn't it?" you heard them whisper behind you as you lowered your own binoculars. 

"Not just that," you sighed defeatedly, head on your hands. "I was thinking that two titans really wouldn't be enough for us even if we shared."

You handed Hange your notebook much to their surprise. They flipped over the pages, gaining an understanding of your concerns. Your desired experiment might be ambitious and idealistic but it would be helpful if you succeeded. But with resources so limited and countless lives to take into consideration, how would you able to do this?

Hange sat beside you, still thumbing over some pages. Even if you're turning your face away, Hange could tell you were trying hard not to tear up from the frustration and possibility of loss. This was important for you after all. They've watched you study, observe, and create all of these for over a year. 

They placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it lightly before saying, "We could do something about this, you know that. Come with me."

----

"Why do you always kick your blanket off when you sleep?" Hange asked curiously one night in the tent. 

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do! I had to tuck it beneath your feet at least three times last night," Hange argued. 

"My, don't bother with it..." You brushed it off, turning away from them to hide your face. You tried to trace back since when Hange Zoë's relationship with you became so casual, almost friendly. If your mind wanders far enough, you might consider something else happening. Affection, maybe. But you shrugged all those thoughts off, reminding yourself that the plan you agreed on was purely for science and the advancement of humanity. 

"But you're weak to coldness," Hange continued, covering you in several layers of blanket, ignoring the pout on your lips. They had a grin on their face when they said, "Don't want my research partner getting sick, do I?"

"We're not research partners," you frowned.

"Eh, why not? I just told you my whole plan and you agreed with it."

"Doesn't mean we're partners from now on."

"God, you're one stubborn lady," Hange chuckled, a sigh escaping their lips. They pulled their blankets over them, slowly dozing off. Outside, the night was filled with the gentle chirps of crickets, chorusing at one point. Even with such proximity, you could feel Hange's warmth, their gentle breathing only conveyed that they must also be awake. 

---

The next morning, you and Hange's plan set into motion, traps were located strategically in a different route. Both of you were taking full liability for what would happen in the days to come, informing the soldiers about the need to capture four titans to sufficiently conduct the research. It wasn't the safest plan, some were hesitant but many trusted your scheme since all of you share a common goal. 

You commander your unit, imparting knowledge of the best actions to take. But for the remaining hours, your eyes remained on your notebook, pretending to check details to reach the optimum result. However, Hange knew you had an entirely different reason. Maybe to interact less with them, afraid they would bring up how you two ended up tangled in each other's arms last night.

---

"I'm just letting you know that won't happen again," you said flatly, eyes boring upwards through the tent as you lay down. 

Hange turned their head to you, their lips forming into a subtle smirk once more. "What is?"

"Um, last night..." you said in a low voice. 

"Ah, you mean when you're hugging me so tightly?" Hange asked smugly. 

You bit your lip, trying to save yourself from this. "I was asleep. Not responsible for my actions, but forgive me for disturbing your sleep."

Much to your surprise, Hange hovered over you, their deep brown eyes glinting almost knowingly against the dark space inside. The atmosphere thickened, your heart ramming louder than the sounds of night. 

"No need to apologize for anything, sweetheart," they whispered, their eyes following your lips the way your eyes do for them. In that heated moment, all that you've both held in flooded out like a dam breaking and gushing to spill over. Hange placed a firm hand on your shoulder, keeping you pinned on the blankets as their lips met yours. It was a firm kiss, your lips nearly melting into each other's. Your hands traveled on Hange's hair where you tug and pull them closer. Hange sat you up in their lap, gaining better access of your neck and chest. Their hands snaked under your clothes as they ask for permission to go further each time to which you only nod. 

"If you want to have me so bad, you shouldn't have spent years being annoying," you muttered into the kiss. 

"Says the one who wouldn't let go of me last night," Hange smirked, a thumb circling your clothed breasts. "Besides, you should've picked up on it early on. You're so smart after all."

"You know, you look more attractive when you shut up," you muttered as you fell on top of Hange. Their flushed face look at you expectantly, expecting you would dominate this whole ordeal. After all, they saw you in that dominant, commanding light after years of leadership. 

But Hange noticed how flustered you were just from being on top of them. Your thighs kept straddled on their lap, your hands resting on their shoulder, not knowing where to hold on. Hange smirked, taking it as a sign to flip you over once more. Their breath was warm against your ear as they whispered, "It's okay, Y/N. Let me do it for you."

Hange locked your lips in a kiss once more, bundling your shirt on your chest. Their lips slithered from your lips down to your throat, reaching the trail between your breasts. They kept one firm hand on your wrist as their tongue gently circled one of your nipples, sucking their lips on the hardened bud.

Hange covered your mouth before you let out high-pitched noises from the sensation. 

"Shhhh... You don't want your subordinates to hear you, right?" They smiled against the darkness. 

The night was slow and heated as you let Hange do wonders with their mouth and fingers, always managing to draw out a soundless moan from you. Your lips could only part, your hands clenching around their body. They were amused to see you follow along and nod with their wishes, so compliant with their charm.

Hange had the button of your blouse open, your breasts spilling out into their face and the warm flesh of your stomach open for their wet kisses. 

"You know," Hange began, drawing their fingers in and out of you at a teasingly, slow pace. "I didn't expect this much submission from you."

"Shut up, Hange..." you breathed out, a hand over your eyes as you were beginning to write against their fingers. Hange held down your hip, tugging your pants a bit more so they could have more access to you.

"As you wish, m'lady," Hange placed a kiss on your clit before gently lapping up the warm wetness gathering on your slit.

Hange kept on until the faint light of dawn slitted through your tent. You forgot just how much stamina they had to draw one orgasm after another from you. They only stopped when you've whined and writhed enough under them, pleading for a break. Hange fixed up your clothes, smoothed out your hair, and drew the blanket over you again as if nothing happened. Their wet lips kissed you once more as they said, "You still have a few hours to sleep. Sleep tight, sweetheart."

---

The capture will take place during the afternoon. The equipment was set, and the soldiers were preparing their ODM gear for however long the capture may last. 

The scouts passed by, even some of your friends, noticing the slight shift of the atmosphere but couldn't quite put it into words. Maybe this time their section commanders weren't bickering as usual. They went with that fresh start in high spirits,  brushing off their suspicions whenever they saw Hange place an arm around your waist or whisper something to make you laugh or blush. Your unit didn't think much of it, even attributing it as a minor hallucination or a ripple in the universe. There's no way their section commanders are getting affectionate.

After all, you're rivals, right?

likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated, sweethearts <3

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[chipistrate]

do that with Cassie

Sure! :D

Cassie:

favorite thing about them I adore how sassy she can be- like yeah she'll go down and save Gregory from the ruined Pizzaplex, that's her bestie she'd do anything for him, but that won't stop her from complaining about it. i.e. "Under Roxy Racers? *huff* that's all the way on the other side, I'm not even close." Also I believe her VA said something about her not being scared when going into the Pizzaplex iirc cause she "didn't know she was supposed to be scared" and I think that's interesting,,, "yeah that old, decaying, falling apart, creepy Pizzaplex? I don't see why I'd be scared. Gregory wants me to go there so I'm sure it's safe. Plus, what could possibly be hiding inside anyways? Bugs?" <---clueless

least favorite thing about them I'm not good at picking out least favorite things about characters I love LMAO They're just precious and beloved and I see no wrong in them<333

favorite line "that was too close. I was almost a Cassie sandwich" the DELIVERY. I love her so much even in the worst situations she's still making little shithead remarks/aff

brOTP Her and Gregory are the siblings ever<333

OTP Again- if these can be purely platonic and have no familial or romantic meaning, then her and Ellis should be and would be best friends and I stand by this forever and ever

nOTP x

random headcanon When she met up with Gregory again after SB she started helping him tear down his missing posters. She didn't know why he wanted them gone or why he was so hesitant in public, but she didn't want to pry too much and just wanted to help out. She tried, couldn't get a lot of answers out of him, and realized it was just too out of his comfort zone to talk about whatever happened while he was missing, so she just resorted to helping him however she can!

unpopular opinion Tbh I don't think she'd be angry after the elevator fall or even believe it was Gregory- at least not immediately!! Like- I could see her becoming angry over time, but I honestly think that at first she'd 100% think it was the Mimic- I mean- she literally just met a giant endo that was trying to kill her that mimicked her friends voice and communicated through speakers, I don't think she'd assume her best friend would try and kill her after meeting a dude like that. Maybe she'd end up thinking it was Gregory later and becoming way more bitter about it afterwards if we're going the Vannie route, but I think at first she'd just be really tired and sad and upset at the Mimic, but not at Gregory. She probably just thinks "he's my best friend, he would never do that. I'm sure he's on his way to get me right now, so I just need to survive a few more hours and I'll be fine." or something like that

song i associate with them Hmmm if we're talking Vannie arc then I'd say "I'm Irritated" by Fishy Bishie. If we're talking normal Cassie, then I don't listen to a lot of songs that I would consider "Cassiecore" that aren't specifically made to be Cassie songs if you know what I mean? But maybe that one really good part of "One Normal Night"

favorite picture of them

She's so confident and happy how could you possibly hate her<333

#Chip Chatter

[deeptrashwitch]

*leaves the snippet over the table* I don't know why this arrived, but I had fun writing this! Hope you enjoy it!

Well, now looking at the landscape and seeing only forest around them, is sure to say that they are lost. Luke tried to figure out a path to follow while Alicia tried to find something that could tell them where they were. And when they shared looks, none of them could hold back their laughter, laughing loudly.

"We aren't even in the fucking country we're supposed to" Alicia murmured, calming herself "where did we end in?"

"Beats me" Luke said, standing up with a smile "but hey, at least it isn't winter in the north"

"...Okay, fair enough, but this is the last time I follow you"

"Follow me?! I was following you!"

"What?! But you saw I was checking something!"

"I thought it was the route!"

"Why the route would look like a goddamned disk?!"

"I don't know! Have you seen the things people sell now?!"

"Whatever, so now we are lost and without a clue of where we are"

"Yeah, it's pretty much it" he murmured "at least we have some things with us, but definitely we aren't fully equipped"

"Alright, we have two options from here. We wait for Wraith and the rest to find us..." she stated with a smile "or we walk without knowing where the fuck are we going until we find where we need to be"

"We'll end up in jail if someone finds my gun and your knife"

"That's true, and maybe we'll fight God knows what"

"...Let's go, if you stay behind, I'll sell you"

"Bitch please, they'll give me more for you than what they'll give you for me"

Like that they started to walk with a mischevious smile, just following a compass to try and find a place to get to the country they need to be into. The hours passed and they walked many kilometers between some chit chat and bad jokes, and at first they arrived to a cliff. Then they continued going west, seriously wondering where were they, praying not to find anything dangerous.

Surprisingly, they ended in Morocco, and it went like this...with Alicia running across part of the desert, and Luke unconscious over her shoulders as a potato sack. At some point they almost stole a motorcycle until they climbed to a roof, where they started argue about what to do now. That until the red-haired remembered someone he knew over there, just hoping he wouldn't shoot him when they encountered.

And now, six days later, they just stared at the far look of the Forbidden City. Luke couldn't do anything but giggle while Alicia sighed with her hands over her face, wondering why they were like that. Soon they decided to go and eat something, just looking the city in silence while they waited for the food.

To no one surprise, a well known figure arrived to the place, making Alicia sigh and Luke give her a pat on the back. Xiao Chen forcefully smiled while she sat down by their side, ordering some food as well before looking at the two American soldiers.

"I wonder what are you doing here, and with your Lieutenant no less" she hissed, irritated

"I have no idea" Alicia said, drinking her tea

"...What?"

"I'm not sure how we ended here, we were in Monaco"

"In Monaco? What were you doing in Monaco?"

"She? Gambling" Luke admitted, holding back a laugh "me? Helping her"

"...Now I'm curious" Xiao Chen commented as the food arrived "talk and I'll consider not doing anything against you"

For a second they thought how to explain, but ended up just showing the weirdest part of all of it. Luke left over the table a diamond necklace and Alicia left a gold ring with an emerald and some diamonds as well, making Xiao Chen choke with her food as she tried not to laugh. The trafficant took both things to examinate it, raising an eyebrow with a little smile, then looking again at the soldiers.

"I don't judge, I would've took the opportunity too" she said with a chuckle "but I never expected you would attrack people like this"

"Huh?"

"Happens that I know the kind of people that give this like trinkets. They're multimillionares with nothing better to do with their lives, and they give this when they want to have sex with someone"

"WHAT!?" they shouted at unison, looking at her

"I'm just explaining, don't shoot the messenger" she remarked with a smile "and I'm guessing you arrived here on a yatch. Thank yourselves for being quick to get out of there, I've heard quite the bad rumors about these people"

"...If you don't tell her/him, I won't tell him/her" they said to each other

"Oh, this became better"

"We need to go back, I'm sure Jackson will kill us" Luke murmured with a sigh while Alicia stared to the void

"I know, but what do we do with...this?" she questioned pointing at the things over the table

"Well dear, I can help you with that" Xiao Chen intervened with a giggle "I'll give you the money for every single gem and for the gold grams. No complains, no scams"

Alicia raised an eyebrow, then changing to talk in mandarin to negociate with Xiao Chen, not buying the 'no scams' part. Meanwhile Luke just ate, only expecting that it wasn't a problem for them, they had enough already. When he was finishing his food, they shook hands with some satisfaction before the trafficant took the jewels with her and lwalked away leaving her part for the food.

"So, she won't steal it?"

"No"

"If you say so, and what now?"

"Call Graves to take us out of here"

"Graves?"

"He owes us for Las Almas"

"That's fair...wanna go to the Opera before that?"

"I like how you think"

When already was dark outside, they hopped into a helicopter that the mercenary sent, now with their bags filled with things they bought. Alicia gave Luke his account numbers and she took hers, then stayed in silence for a second. They looked at each other and started laughing, so much that their stomach started to hurt.

"So, we went lost in Spain, ended up in Morocco, made our way to Monaco and then to China" Alicia muttered with a tired smile "it only happens to us"

"And we won a ton of money not only in Monaco but here too, if we leave outside the...jewels incident" he added with a side smile "what will you do with that money?"

"I don't know"

Almost a day later they arrived to Black Tomb again, now welcomed by a furious Jackson who basically ran towards them muttering something. The medic started to smack them with a rolled newspaper while scolding them, at the same time everyone else just was watching without doing anything. Once again they shared a look and they started to giggle.

"Don't laugh, you idiots!" Jackson roared, smacking them again "you're fucking lucky that nothing happened to you or that we weren't on duty! You were supposed to arrive in Italy! Where were you?! I was this near to have a heart attack!"

"Sorry, sorry" Alicia said, trying to hold back her laugh "at least we didn't ended up stuck on a desert"

"Captain please!" Luke shouted before wheezing "it wasn't that bad!"

"Oh shut up, that was your fault"

"What?! What about-!"

"No, no, we said we wouldn't mention it"

"...What the fuck did you do?" Jackson asked, sighing heavily

#ocs #oc #call of duty #cod oc #team charlie #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #cod mwii #snippet

[nomoreusername]

Bless You

Pairing:Newt x female reader

Summary:After crawling through the vents you end up meeting a cute British boy.

Aris and I are the only ones left from our Maze. We've been told all of our friends are safe and happy. We'd believe it if we were complete idiots.

Now we spend our nights on look-out for any clues we can find. Any possible escape routes, our friends, or ideas of where the bodies go is quickly noted.

"I swear we're just going to fall through these things one day,"I mumbled, crawling next to my friend.

"That isn't even funny."

"It wasn't supposed to be. I'm just adding more terror to this already horrifying place. Maybe you can put it in your list of fears."

"We have enough of those,"He pointed out.

"Yeah, but I'm just saying-"

"Stop,"He hushed, putting his hand out. I gave him a questioning look, but he only shook his head.

"Go back,"He mouthed, pointing behind us. This was understandably confusing and irritating, but I didn't ask him about it. I'm sure I'd get an explanation later.

Apparently, that came sooner than I would have hoped. Someone sneezed, and I did probably the most idiotic thing in my life.

"Bless you,"I said, absentmindedly. Aris looked at me in disbelief. It was then that it clicked in my mind how much I just messed up.

"What? Who's there?"Someone asked.

"Let's go,"He mouthed again.

"What if we just see who they are?"I suggested.

"No. Go back now."

There was the rustling of bedsheets. Aris was silently begging me to leave. I know I probably should, but maybe we could trust this stranger.

Actually, now that I'm thinking it through that's a bad idea. Quickly but quietly we got ready to leave.

Everything next happened in a flash. The vent cover was off, and some strange boy climbed from his bunk into the ceiling. We all sat there staring at each other. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion while I just was frozen with wide eyes.

"Who are you two?"He asked after a minute of dead silence. While there are a thousand other questions probably running through his head that's probably the most obvious one.

"You're dreaming,"I blurted out. Aris gave an exasperated sigh from next to me.

"No. I've definitely seen you before, and I doubt I'd dream of strangers."

"I'm just the girl of your dreams,"I shrugged.

"Y/N, you are terrible at excuses. Listen, I'm Aris, that's Y/N, and we're just trying to figure some things out."

"Are you taking a bloody midnight stroll through the vents?"The boy asked. It was clear now that he had an accent. It was strangely nice to listen to. That's probably not something most people would think about when a stranger is sitting across from them in a vent, but nothing about this situation is normal. There's no way any thought could make this weirder than it is.

"We're doing some things. Before I explain why we're in a death trap do you want to tell us your name?"I asked, tired of referring to him as stranger in my mind.

"What?"He asked quickly.

"Y/N, that's a terrible thing to say,"Aris scolded.

"It's the truth. Now tell us your name stranger,"I repeated.

"I'm Newt. Now what are you talking about?"

"I like your name. Well, since you've disturbed our mission we'll explain tomorrow. Meet us at our table. You'll find it in no time."

"But-"

"So long Newt. Have a great sleep,"I said before he could get another word out. Judging by the paranoid expression on his face I don't think that's happening, but we pretended not to see as we made our way back to our rooms.

"Seriously Y/N? That's the way we get caught? Because you said bless you?"Aris whispered.

"It's a reflex. It's not my fault I have manners,"I defended.

"We know nothing about him. He could think we're insane."

"We know his name is Newt,"I reminded him.

"That's not what I meant. Tonight think of how we explain this to him. I'll do the same. I'll see you tomorrow Y/N."

"Will do. Goodnight Aris,"I responded, before making my final stop of the night.

Carefully dropping into my top bunk I laid down and stared at the ceiling. All the while I thought more about the random boy I had just met. Something tells me the mysterious blonde with a cute accent will believe us just fine.

#newt x y/n #tmr newt #the maze runner #one shot #tmr #meet cute

[alitgblog]

volume vii thoughts

as per usual I have complaints about the missed opportunities of casa

first things first, the casa boys' sprites looked bad to me when I saw that post fusebox made but after playing for like a minute, I was like nah actually they're quite fine. However, prettiest sprites they're competing with are Jin, Claudia, Oakley, Tyler, and Bea so the competition is rough. Also idk something is throwing me off with Shawn and especially Kyle's face shapes.

I think last post I made I said Hari at least got more of a chance than Tyler, but scratch that actually, it feels like they got the same chance because suddenly we're in casa and hardly any mention of him, even though he and my MC have kissed a few times already and she hasn't really rejected him fully over Jin yet? Don't know if anyone's in the boat of going all in with Hari but I'm curious what the gameplay is like for them.

So Emel has randomly decided to be annoyed at Oakley again (I'll replay for you next time Oakley 🥺) and it's clearly because the routes are merged now, which is such a shame because I do think Emel and Oakley could've worked it out and become a fun couple to watch on the real show (probably a boring one though that the audience would dump until after the show ended that their real personalities come out on social media and the public like them individually or at least understand why they were together so long). And I know it's not the most in character thing but I so appreciate it not being a complete 180 for the sake of plot because I'm trying to imagine this with all the couples given what I know about them from my playthrough and Emel/Oakley always have problems because she's uptight and wants more dramatics in their romance and he's chill so any little thing he ends up doing sets her off, sure, I can buy that Emel is a little delusional. Then Luna/Jin would have problems because Luna is less extroverted than Jin, serious, and irritable (which honestly, relatable) and so Jin does things for a laugh and she doesn't get it. So maybe he didn't wink at Bea or did it as a joke because he's being cheeky and she takes it as flirting and starts an argument. And from my playthrough, Sophie and Jack always feel like they're looking for an argument so that checks out too. It's not perfect, but I can feasibly see how one could justify this plot point.

absolutely living for flirting with Claudia in casa

pet peeve subjective raunchy races is back 😠 at least a couple of them are better, like they did have oldest boy in there at least. everything else though, I don't care that much to listen to them argue about who's the most well traveled or stylish.

I love Bea's personality, she's so fun. And tbh, I'm kind of liking her and Liam together. He's forward and she's into it, and it seems like he can keep up with her for now so I'm happy with that couple and I hope it doesn't turn to shit (it probably will).

also pay to win when losers are gonna throw a part anyway ok sure 🙄 I think I've mentioned this before but like personally I think if they're gonna do gem scenes, there has to be a logical ways out of it rather than just MC being like "nah I don't feel like it" and then they lose?? at least for other gem scenes it's like "tell Sophie off 10 gems" or "stay silent" like sure that's fine I guess.

anyway the chats with the boys were actually all pretty fun and short. I, as per usual, have immediately gravitated towards the foodie/chef character but I'll admit I see what y'all are saying about Kyle. Tbh even Max isn't too bad but I'm cautious bc I'm getting Eddie vibes (it's the blond and the gossip lol). And I like Liam, he's like a less cartoonishly silly Hamish (so he reminds me of Felix).

I really like the free party wear dress and this is the second volume in a row MC has accidentally matched with a boy not her partner lol

Bea first mentioning she was bi but not flirting, I just thought maybe they were setting her up to partner with Claudia/Theo depending on who you couple up with/if you're on one of their routes. But then oh the tension at the party when she's staring at MC saying she wants to turn heads and Claudia getting nervous??? loving that.

I don't know what it's like for the other boys but it seems like Shawn and Kyle are drama averse, which I think could be an interesting plot point for later coming back from casa of course, but I also don't know if I believe in fusebox's ability to incorporate that in the story. (once again, the day I write a fic and learn to code its all over for you fusebox)

I didn't pay for the Bea talking about Jin scene but I saw yall talk about Sienna and like I doubt it's going anywhere if it's behind a paywall? it's like the Brad and Christy stuff tbh like unless a bunch of dumped islanders are coming back at the end, I'm ignoring it.

anyway it truly is missing Jin hours again 😔

#litg #litg s8 #rambling #if anyones wondering im a little late again bc im still working on the SAME paint by numbers that delayed me last week

[shummashum]

Klaus Goldstein Ch7 [12~16]

we're fucked, aren't we look at this shitty atmosphere I wanna go home

come here and sit down, you Mr. Stickuphisass I love this nickname sm why are all the relationships around you like this shit

the only thing that's "good" is his relationship with Sig, but since he's also wearing a mask, it's not a sincere relationship between them (and I don't think his relationship with Eli is good either--)

I… didn't expect Al to throw in bits and pieces of his backstory this early instead of the incident with Randy and Serge, they brought up the matter with Al as an emotional conflict that's something I've always been curious about, thank you for letting me know

alas spain without s

are you fucking kidding me you say I should choose the latter oi walkthrough is this the right answer? of course it's natural to choose him if I want to increase his intimacy state but… do we need to make that asshole feel better instead of comforting Al here well Liz might be trying to stop his actions, but she can't win against him anyway, right? she's going to eventually take a step back is this right?

Al… I'll choose you even if I go against the answer I usually just follow the answer, but I do feel like I have to choose you for real besides this one derailment can be easily covered

you aren't fine…… you aren't fine at all…………. there's no way you'll be fine with the other person belittling you like that but since he'd drawn the line that he's fine, I can't go any further from here

don't smile like that please,,,,,,

what why are you looking at her like that you goddamn asshole

shush this guy… I still don't know Al's mistakes or wrongdoing, and the image I have of him may all be facade, but still! this is a bit too much

and Al why you why aren't you giving any rebuttal what on earth did you do…… what on earth did you do to be so willingly despised one-sidedly, without even showing anger…………

Zeus!!! try to get their attention somehow I trust your mood-boosting ability?

erm you don't plan on just watching there, right? don't tell me please

actually it's not that I didn't think of but if those two get into a fist fight, I don't think it will end in just bruises I don't want to see blood

he just enjoys trolling… he just likes the atmosphere to be ruined in any method…

oi Mr. Brundle… will you shut it if you keeps running your mouth and get seriously fucked okay I get it I get it, you're that kind of character let's at least act at a level where shielding is possible let's at least act at a level where I can justify your actions please??

aaargh this moron I'm getting scratched,,,

what's irritating about Hiro: this guy obviously knows Zeus is talking like shit, but he doesn't have a single mind to stop him he only cuts it before it gets the worst and leaves everything else alone… and this makes me so irritated if he was going to stop him anyway, he just stopped him from the beginning and that's it "I stopped him anyway" ← this attitude is more annoying than Zeus' in some ways

uh… Remb summoned them? well they have to do as they're told let's go

After hearing those words, Al immediately started to leave.

I envy him it'd be nice for him to have someone who appreciates him, even when he speaks without any thought

by the way the atmosphere is completely ruined this sucks we need some external stimulation we need a variable that can somehow twist this situation, this can never be resolved as of now

well... I can't tell asking that would be a good idea? I guess she'll find out naturally when the time comes, and I don't think that time is now

oh… has there ever been a case where ellipsis was used like this in his lines

well how can you reveal such things all at once anyway it's a family matter, I don't feel like going into it too deeply right now -- besides she has no right to dig in in the first place and I believe all of this twisted thread will be unraveled only in Al's route

Anyway he apologized to Liz, saying he was sorry for causing her any concern while she had more important things on her mind such as her friends, the other Prefects, and her job.

man let's do your work first when you're feeling uneasy, it's good to keep yourself busy

Anyway all of S6 comrades arrived at the Headmaster's office.

oh… while our S6 comrades were filming a soap opera, a theft incident occurred on one side

uh... wait don't tell me they were stolen from that bookshelf that only Prefects and professors have access to they'll be in trouble when the situation where they're suspected and have to explain things comes

those… are exactly what they saw wait a sec he said it'd be hard to steal the books because they were under the spell and someone really stole them how and why

someone's conspiracy? someone's intention to cause discord? but what do the culprit get from it? or maybe it's a copycat theft or maybe there isn't just one culprit…

So, at Klaus' suggestion, they headed to the library to find the remaining clues.

-Ch7 End-

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aw fuck it's my fault for having expectations why are you here Mr. Knight……… follow the order………

……but I haven't given up hope yet I'll trust Solmare just one more time

#shumma plays wh

[rocksalt-and-pie]

due to popular demand by a certain someone, here's the story about my little hitchhiker from the other party's pov:

I live in an urban area. Buildings, streets, sidewalks, cars, construction sites, you name it. I fly out of the nest, boom, suburbia. I see humans all the time.

Noctule bat is what they call us, or, in this particular place, small evening sailor. Personally, i think that's adorable. To clarify: i have nothing against humans. They're fine. I don't necessarily want one near me and it's not exactly ideal that they, you know, take away our prey and habitat with their lifestyle, but they're alright i guess.

However, encountering an actual live human in very close proximity was something I could have done without.

That night, just like every night since leaving the nest for the first time about three weeks ago, right after watching the big burning orb settle behind the horizon, my siblings and cousins and myself went out to hunt. We are mighty hunters of the night, if I do say so myself. Nobody else can hear a beetle crawl from nine feet away. And that's just our backup plan, in case our sonar fails.

Momma and all the aunts have warned us about the road and the vehicles on there. They also warned us about humans. Apparently, some of them are not very nice. Sometimes, when we were very little, they used to tell us this old urban legend about a human who literally bit off the head of one of our own! Like, who does that?! that's just sick. That's the scariest story I've ever been told during the daytime.

Tonight, I was about to find out how scary they really can be.

I don't know how and why, i must have not paid enough attention to my flight route, something had distracted me, but i flew too close to the road. Out of thin air one of those human vehicles appears, hits me straight in the face, needless to say i get thrown off course (YOU get hit by a ton of steel at high speed, we'll see if YOU immediately find your way back to your headed direction), i don't know where I'm going, it hits me AGAIN, and now the real horror begins.

I don't know where I am. I find a spot to sit. I usually hang upside down and avoid sitting on the ground, but it's okay. I need a break. I need to find out what happened. I need to make a plan. I need to catch my breath.

There's a lot of weird stuff around me. Most of it feels soft, but there's crinkly stuff too, and it makes rustling noises as I'm crawling through it. Speaking of noise: there is a lot of it. I have very sensitive ears and the noise is deafening. I don't like it. For some reason, the urban legend about the bitten off head comes to mind, and i shudder. That's also when I notice the human.

I've never seen one that up close. It's pretty big, bigger than you can imagine, and it too makes a noise, sounding kind of irritated.

I know for a fact that humans can't fly themselves, that's why they created these vehicles that do it for them, and apparently I'm IN one now. With a human. We're flying through the night at high speed, faster than I've ever flown before in my life, faster than anyone i know can fly. I'm holding on for dear life, praying that I'll make it out alive somehow.

Soon, we come to a stop. I keep very still. Lights flash. I'm not a big fan of lights if I gotta be honest here, it's too bright for my nocturnal eyes, and i frown. The human moves. A second later, another light, the brightest fucking light I've ever seen in my entire life is being pointed directly at me, and the human looks me straight in the eye. It screeches. I've heard them making that sound before, especially the little ones, but i'm not sure what it means. The human seems pretty upset though. It startles backwards, makes a few more of those harsh noises and disappears.

A moment later, i feel a stream of fresh air on my back and i turn around because i can smell the night, i can smell freedom. Unfortunately, the human is there too. I don't know how it got there that fast but i think it's reaching for me and i panic because, nuh uh, not today, no way I'm getting my head bitten off, no thanks. The open space between the human and the vehicle is very narrow, and according to my calculations it's a broad move, but I'm very brave, so i decide to make a run for it.

I fly directly at the human's face. I HAVE to. It's the only direction to go. It doesn't seem to like that, it makes that high noise again and frantically moves it's freakishly large long limbs. I miss it by mere inches. It's not like i TRIED to hit it and it certainly would have made it easier if it hadn't moved but I'm pretty proud of myself for managing to avoid it. It's not like WE bite off anyone's- nevermind. We actually do bite off insects' heads fairly often. But none of us would EVER bite off a human's head, not even our far removed cousins that drink other mammals' blood. What I'm saying is, pull yourself together, human, I'm just a small creature of the night trying to escape from your vehicle of hell.

I've made it. I'm free again. My heart's beating like crazy. I'm heading back East (i know where that is because i watched the big burning orb settle earlier, and as legend has it, it's always set in the West as long as we can remember), to the nest, where the rest of my family is gonna hear one hell of a story.

I've survived an encounter with a human. I'm a fucking hero returning from battle.

0/10 experience, do not recommend.

#bat #bats #story time #Ozzy Osbourne #writing #<< i guess. sure why not #witch-for-ordinary this is your fault. enjoy #for everybody who hasn't read my report‚ context: a bat flew into my car while i was literally listening to black sabbath #mp #halloween #spirit of halloween #the bat story #the bat incident #batman #black sabbath #anyway bye. god the tagging process is so silly why do i cringe so hard everytime i do it. yes i want my post to be seen sorry lmao

[aurik6]

Makoto's route. Dark 04

Characters: Makoto Aomine, Ruki Mukami

*Location: unknown*

???: How inopportunate... This troublesome woman is still unconcios. She's only a burden to us... Now I can't see how she can be useful... His plans are truly unpredictable...

Makoto: *dreaming*  ( Who is that?.. Somehow, I feel relieved. No, it can't be true... Though these words... they are so familiar...)

Makoto: U-uncle?..

Ruki: ...

Ruki: (What uncle? Is she dreaming? Is she getting delusional? )

Makoto: Uncle... I'm sorry... I know I'm a burden to you... I'm sorry... I'll say this a hundred times if you want.

Ruki: ... (How hopeless...)

Makoto: Please... don't leave me!..

Ruki: ... (You're pathetic living being... Do you want him to revive that much? But he can't, you should know.)

*He touches her hand*

Makoto: !

Makoto: Uncle!.. You're back! You hear me!..

Ruki: You're hopeless. It's time to wake up.

Ruki: Get up,  livestock!

*she wakes up wincing*

Makoto: A!.. Ruki?..

*turns around *

Makoto: Oh, I've never been there... Is it your room?

Ruki: Yes, unfortunately. Yours isn't tidy enough to breathe there.

Makoto: Well, I haven't lived there before, those questions should be asked to the previous owner.

Makoto: Oh, my arm and thigh... Have you bound them?

Ruki: This is the only and the last time,  don't worry. If you got injured next time I'll do nothing, because it's too expensive to feed you and spend money on your health.

Makoto: How certain. This proves you were a human before...

Ruki: You don't understand a thing. You're ruining the plan now, spend the sources and others aren't pleasant with you too.

Makoto: So?..

Ruki: As soon as you recover, you'll go to those aristocrats and finally become useful.

Makoto: Sounds easy, but only  for you.

Ruki: Silence. I'm fed up with your ignorance, you're a real headache.

Makoto: Why? Do I bother you that much? It's not my guilt that Kou is  mentally unstable !

Ruki: ... You allow yourself being too bold with people, who agreed to guard you.

Makoto: To guard ? More like "to kill" me earlier than it should be done.

Ruki: Stop this meaningless quarrel. Haven't you heard me ? Get out of here.

Makoto: What? Now?

Ruki: ...

Ruki: Yes.

Makoto: No! You can't! You can't dismiss me like that!

Ruki: Why? You have a housing after all. Plus, you're an eyesore here.

Makoto: But... it's so lonely there.

Ruki: None of my business how do you feel.

Makoto: But you said yourself that  you can't go against His wishes? This "Someone" said you, that we're the same? Didn't he say you have to protect me? 

Ruki: ...

Ruki: I can't deny that He wanted us to be in one team. However, everything has a tendency to change, even His thoughts.

Ruki: For now... The more conflicts you cause, the less support from Mukami family you recieve. You'll bring only hurt yourself if you ignore the rules I create.

Makoto: So... Does that mean I can remain here for now?

Ruki: It's a pain to say, but yes. Looks like the audacity wins. Good grief...

Makoto: ...

Makoto: Now I feel ashamed of myself... Huh. I kinda feel sorry... but it's apology is to you only.

Ruki: How clever. Now when I said you can sit still in my bed you're apologizing?

Makoto: No! I mean... Even though you can't stand me, you kinda care about me.

Ruki: Excuse me? I was about to kick you off there.

*Makoto shows bandaged arm*

Makoto: And this?

Ruki: ...

Ruki: God, why the hell you smile at me? You look strange even for such a woman as yourself.

Makoto: I got it, no more irritating things, right? Gotcha!

Ruki: (Hopeless... Hopeless stray fool...)

***

Monologue:

I'm really a stray critter.

A Vagabond.

There's no worth coming back home anymore...

Ruki is just like my uncle –  has no urge to care about me, but still...

He tries. Although it's only for Someone's wishes and plans, the Man who stands behind this plan, but it still shows that Ruki isn't brute.

And because of the past I start to respect people as him...

However, I can be wrong.

#makoto aomine #makoto route #kirua9 #diabolik oc #makotoaomine backstory #makotoaomine #makotoaominedark04 #dark04 #dark4

[holdingforgeneralhugs]

Bitter Pill to Swallow

Chapter 19 (Chapter Masterlist)

"There's only enough room on the trucks for one platoon of Easy, so Harry I want you and First in Uden with Nix and I."

"Hang on," Valerie interjected in disbelief, "you're taking Harry and Lew with you to Uden and leaving me here alone with second and third?"

"Yes Valerie," Dick sighed, glancing at her briefly, "do you think you can manage them?"

"Are you questioning my capabilities?" She asked acidly, raising an eyebrow at him and glaring darkly. Lew and Harry shared a look across the table, but otherwise remained silent.

"Oh for Pete's sake," Dick snapped, slamming his pencil down on the table, "you're the one who complained about being left here with second and third so don't turn this around on me."

"I'm just questioning why you get to take them both with you and I get dumped here alone," she grumbled, crossing her arms tightly across her chest.

"I don't have time for this," he growled, "you can think whatever the hell you like, but you'll be thinking it here. Now if you don't mind, we've got to get moving." He stormed out of the room without waiting for another reply. Valerie glared stonily at his retreating back, her fists clenched at her sides.

"Val...." Harry started, but she held up a hand and stopped him.

"I don't want to hear it," she warned, giving him a pointed stare, "I'll see you both in a few days." With that she marched out, her teeth grinding together roughly.

"Grant, Guarnere," she shouted as she marched into the square. She cleared her throat as the men came to stand in front of her, crossing her arms over her chest. "We're going to remain here in Veghel while first go with HQ company to Uden. I want patrols covering all main access routes into town, and lookouts in the church tower."

"You got it ma'am," Bill replied, giving her a quick salute and a wink before turning away and heading back into the group of Easy men, Grant not far behind him. She watched them go for a moment before glancing down the street at the men loading onto the trucks. Her gaze landed on Dick as he climbed into a jeep beside Lew, and her stomach churned with irritation. Her eyes narrowed, and as the jeep pulled away Dick's eyes met hers. He stared back at her for a beat, his jaw clenching as he turned away and sped off.

"I'm guessin' you didn't talk to him then?"

Valerie turned and met Gene's disapproving look. "No, I didn't," she replied, unable to maintain eye contact with him. He furrowed his eyebrows in disapproval, but before he could respond she held up a hand and cut him off. "I don't want to hear any lectures alright? I have enough to be dealin' with."

"Just try'na look out for you chérie," he sighed, holding up his hands in defeat. Valerie softened slightly and squeezed his arm gently.

"I know Chouchou," she said, "but I'm fine. Right now I have more important things to think about than Dick Winters. Now I hate to leave you but I gotta make sure everyone's where they should be."

Gene patted her hand and shook his head fondly, letting her head off without further complaint. He watched her for a moment, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. She'd always been too stubborn for her own good, always having to get the last word. But nothing was ever certain in war, and he just hoped there was never a time she'd have to regret her stubbornness.

~~~~

"We saw a couple of them heading for Uden," Liebgott explained, taking a puff of his cigarette before continuing, "but there wasn't many and they didn't get far. Winters sent them running with their tails between their asses pretty quick."

"I'm sure he did," she replied, trying and failing to keep the bitter note out of her voice and taking another drag of her own cigarette. Lieb huffed out a laugh beside her and she raised an eyebrow at him.

"What's the deal with you and Winters anyway?" He asked curiously, smirking when she bristled slightly, "Well it's just that you two were all buddy buddy until a few days ago, and now you look like you want to scrawl his eyes out. And don't try to deny it, me and Luz saw you two arguin' the other day after Nuenen."

"Do you make a habit of gossiping about your superiors?" She grumbled, narrowing her eyes at him darkly. He didn't pay her a tack of notice though.

"No, just you sweetheart," he grinned, chuckling when she elbowed him roughly in the side, "the more you avoid the question the more likely I am to think it's something scandalous."

"Oh for chrissakes Lieb," she huffed, shaking her head, "we just had a disagreement. There's nothing scandalous for you and Luz to gossip about.'

"I'm sure we'll find something, you never fail to entertain," he teased, laughing again when she glared at him.

"Clearly I ain't giving you enough duties since you have so much time for all that rubbish."

"Aw c'mon Val," he mocked, "you love me too much to do that to me."

"You keep telling yourself that," she grumbled, but she couldn't fight the grin that was rising on her lips. She finished her cigarette and stubbed it out under her boot before turning to him again. "Now if you're done givin' me....."

"Take cover!"

Valerie's eyes widened as Grant ran down the street, waving at everyone to take cover. She shared a worried look with Lieb before sprinting down the road and grabbing Grant's arm to stop him.

"What's going on Chuck?" She asked, looking around frantically.

"They've cut the highway between here and Uden, and the tanks are heading straight for us. And the fucking bombers will get here before them."

Valerie looked up into the sky, and her stomach dropped at the sight of the planes heading their way. "Everybody take cover," she screamed, "try and find shelter in a basement." She began to shove people towards houses, where mercifully the locals were opening their doors and frantically gesturing the soldiers inside. Valerie stood in the middle of the street, trying to make sure everyone got inside before the shelling started.

"Chrissakes Val get the hell out of here," Lieb cursed as he ran over and tried to get her moving .

"I need to make sure everyone's safe first," she replied tersely, eyes roving up and down the street, "now go get yourself into a basement."

"Everyone's inside except you, now come on." He didn't give her a chance to respond, grabbing her arm and dragging her across the street to where a young Dutch woman was desperately waving people into her basement. The woman ushered them in and slammed the hatch closed behind them, and before they even reached the bottom step they were thrown from the force of the first shells dropping right outside the door.

"Goddamit," she cursed as she straightened herself up. As she glanced around the room she counted half a dozen of her fellow Americans huddled by the walls, as well as four Dutch locals. Her eyes landed on Gene and she made her way over to him, collapsing against the wall beside him and closing her eyes. The barage seemed endless, the heavy thud of each shell shaking the walls around them and causing dust to drop from the ceiling.

"How much longer can this go on?" She whispered, hugging her knees tightly. 

"Hopefully they'll break off soon," Gene murmured, rubbing her arm soothingly. And as though he'd wished it into reality, they did break off, and the silence they left behind was smothering. Valerie pushed herself up off the floor and straightened herself up.

"Stay here," she instructed, making her way to the small stairs leading up out of the basement, "I'm just gonna take a quick look and make sure nobody's hurt." She pushed up the basement door and peered out, but she quickly slammed the door shut again as she heard the tell-tale whistle of another incoming shell.

"Goddamn artillery," she cursed as she ran back down the stairs and fell in between Gene and Lieb again.

"Must be the 88's," Lieb grumbled as the ceiling shook with the intensity of the barage. Valerie sighed, wrapping her arms around her knees again and resting her forehead on them. Thankfully it didn't last too long, and Valerie once more made her way to the cellar hatch and peered out cautiously. The church steeple had been blown clean off, and she sighed in dismay at the loss of the crucial vantage point. She turned her head sharply when she heard a jeep screeching around the corner at the end of the street, sighing in relief when she saw it was Colonel Sink. "Get up here guys," she called back into the basement, "the good Colonel just rolled into town."

She stepped out of the basement and made her way over to the jeep, Speirs from Dog and Robertson from Fox coming from the other end of the street. "One helluva barage they sent in, but we've got to get back out there. I want a perimeter defense set up, and by god you shoot anything that moves out there. No matter what, they're not getting in here, ya hear?"

"Yes sir," they replied in unison, snapping off salutes to the Colonel. He replied in kind before jumping back into the jeep and speeding back down the road he'd come.

"So how do we want to do this?" Speirs asked them matter of factly.

"Well Easy is a platoon short," Valerie sighed, "so I'd rather only send out two squads and keep the rest in reserve."

"Fine," Robertson agreed, "Fox and Dog can cover the rest." Once Speirs had agreed and they decided on who would go where, Valerie made her way back to Easy to give them the bad news. She felt a nervous pit start to form in her stomach as she approached them. There was no doubt that the Germans would strike again, she just hoped that all of her friends would make it through when they did. If anything happened to any of them out there she'd never forgive herself for putting them in harms way.

"Bad news boys," she called as she reached them, her gut further sinking as they groaned, "Sink wants a perimeter defense." She turned to Bill and Shifty before continuing on. "I want you two with your squads out on the north flank of town, and we need to hold that main road at all costs. Dog and Fox will be on either side of you for support."

"Goddamn Yokels," Bill cursed, which pulled a chuckle out of the group. Valerie crossed her arms tightly over her chest and clenched her jaw, trying her damnedest to keep her face neutral. She needed to show a strong face for them, because fear was the biggest killer in war and it spread like wildfire. Her thoughts briefly landed on Dick, a constant pillar of leadership in the face of adversity, and her heart gave a nervous flutter in her chest despite the animosity she'd been feeling towards him. Were they okay in Uden? Their numbers were limited and if the Germans were heading for them too then....

"Chérie? Are you alright?"

Valerie's eyes snapped up and met Gene's worried gaze. "Yeah sorry, zoned out for a sec. Everythin' okay?"

"I was telling you that I'm going out with them," he replied, and Valerie thought her stomach might drop right out. She opened her mouth, fully prepared to tell him he was not going, but then she closed it again. The rational Lieutenant in her knew he had to go, that he'd be crucial out there if someone got hurt.

"Alright," she croaked, a heavy lump clogging her throat, "be safe." Gene squeezed her arm reassuringly and then he was gone, jogging to catch up with the two squads making their way out of town. Valerie watched him go and sent a quick prayer to whoever might be listening to keep them safe.

The next few hours were thick with tension, everyone waiting with bated breathe for the next round of shelling to begin. Valerie couldn't stay still for too long, constantly fluttering from one end of town to the other and checking in on everyone to see if they were alright. Webster had found an orchard earlier that afternoon, so she made her way there and filled her pockets to the brim with shiny red apples. They were deliciously sweet, and the repetitive motion of crunching through the apple in her hand gave her mind a brief respite from her worries. 

As she looked up at the dusky sky she froze, the apple core slipping from her fingers as she heard the familiar whistle of an incoming shell. "Take cover," she shouted as she ran down the street, stumbling slightly as the ground trembled under the force of the first explosion. She spotted an open basement door and raced towards it, taking the steps down two at a time. The shells were raining down on them by the time she'd settled against the wall beside Liebgott. Her gut twisted as she thought of the guys out in the foxholes. What hope would they have to survive under hellfire like that? Would she ever get the chance to tell Gene she loved him one more time? Would she ever get to chat with Shifty or laugh with Bill again?

She closed her eyes and rested her forehead on her bent knees, but when she did she was haunted by the image of Gene being blown out of a foxhole, or shot down in the crossfire and her body began to shake despite her best efforts. She felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her and she willingly allowed herself to be pulled against Lieb's warm chest.

"Hey don't worry sweetheart," he whispered into her hair, rubbing her back gently, "everythin's gonna be just fine. Those boys out there are the toughest there is, no need to worry about them."

She wasn't quite sure how he knew what she was worried about, but in that moment she was infinitely grateful that he did. He didn't talk anymore after that, content to just hold her and give her a little comfort. "I'm sorry," she mumbled after awhile, her body finally getting itself back under control, "I'm supposed to be setting an example."

"Honestly I'd be more worried if you weren't afraid because you'd be the only one," he chuckled before sobering up again, "I know you an' Doc are close, but he's tough as nails. He'll be fine, don't you worry."

"Yeah, it's the guys in Uden I'd worry about," chimed in a private from Dog, "if they're facing the same thing we are they haven't a hope of surviving with the small group they have."

Valerie felt an icy pit of dread in her chest at that, because he was right. There were so few of them in Uden they'd never be able to hold it, no matter how clever a leader Dick was. And if the Germans knew just how few of them were holding Uden, which they surely did, they'd rain hell down on them to wipe them out in one fell swoop. The thought of it alone made her stomach churn with bile. What if she never got to see them again? She thought back on her last conversations with them and it made her feel even sicker. She'd been so peevish with Harry and Lew before they'd left, and Dick...oh god Dick. She'd said so many nasty things to him and now she might never get the chance to make it right. She absently felt that someone was gently shaking her, but her mind was reeling and she couldn't bring it back into focus.

"Earth to Valerie?" Lieb asked, shaking her a bit more insistently. She shivered harshly and looked up, her glassy eyes meeting his worried ones. "Jesus Val are you alright?"

Perhaps it was the concern in his voice, or maybe it was the worry on his face, but something finally snapped her out of her daze. She cleared her throat roughly and nodded, looking around and seeing the others settling in to try and sleep. It was then she registered that all was quiet up above them, and she quickly pushed herself to her feet.

"I need to check in with the guys on the perimeter," she murmured, already making her way to the stairs. If he responded, she didn't hear, too focused on the need to get out there and make sure the guys were okay. The dark streets of Veghel were quiet, none of the locals daring to come outside the tentative safety of their homes. As she made her way towards the perimeter line her heart thumped in her chest, and she wondered what kind of mess she was walking into. The knot in her stomach loosened slightly as she approached the foxholes and heard the whispered conversations of her men. She caught sight of Bill walking between the foxholes and jogged up to him.

"How's everybody doing?" She asked quietly, looking both left and right and trying her best to assess the situation despite the darkness.

"All good Val. I ain't gonna pretend it was fun sitting in a goddamn foxhole watching those shells dropping in, but we all made it through."

"Glad to hear it Bill," she sighed in relief, and it felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. "Where's Gene?" She asked, glancing around to try and see him. Bill directed her down the row and she gave him a grateful smile before leaving him.

"Hey Chouchou," she whispered as she slid into the foxhole beside him, "hell if I ain't glad to see you." She sighed as she settled in next to him, and for the first time that day she didn't feel the pressure to show a strong face.

"What the hell are you doing out here?" He replied in disbelief, "you should go back into town and get some proper sleep."

"I came out to check in with you guys," she mumbled, "and I'm not gonna get much sleep anyway so I'd rather be out here with you than sitting like a rat in a cage in that basement."

Gene didn't reply for a moment, his searching eyes surveying her and his brows furrowing. "What's going on chérie?" He asked, his gaze never straying from her. Valerie stared at the opposite wall of the foxhole, a thick lump beginning to form in her throat. She opened her mouth to tell him she was fine, but the words just wouldn't come out. She'd spent the whole day holding it all together and in that moment it felt like the dam was about to burst.

"Valerie?" He persisted, placing his hand on her arm. The lump in her throat felt like it was choking her, and though she tried she couldn't ignore the sting of unshed tears welling in her eyes. Her body began to tremble, and when she could resist no more she put her head in her hands and sobbed.

"Oh chérie come here," Gene murmured, wrapping his arms around her and cradling her against his chest. She fisted her fingers in his jacket and sobbed into his shoulder. The worry she'd had for Gene and the guys, the worry she had for her friends in Uden, it all came spilling out of her. She cried until her eyes felt raw and her chest heaved, and all the while Gene rubbed her back and held her close, content to wait until she was ready to talk to him.

"All I could think about while I was in that basement was you out here. I was so scared I'd come out and find you'd been hurt or worse," she croaked after awhile, "Sitting there and hearing the shells drop in...I just...."

"Shhh," he soothed, "no need to worry about me I'm just fine."

Valerie nodded and considered ending the conversation there, but when he mind flitted back to Uden and her friends there she felt her throat tughten again. "Do you think they're okay in Uden?" She asked quietly, her fingers tightening in the fabric of his jacket.

"There's no way to know chérie," he sighed, "just gotta hope they make it through."

"God I hope they do," she sniffled, "I wasn't all too nice to Lew and Harry before they left....and Dick, God I was so unfair on him...and the last conversation I had with him was so..."

"Can't let yourself think like that," Gene butted in, shaking his head,"you just gotta hope they're okay and that we'll link up with them again soon."

Valerie nodded slightly, but she couldn't stop herself from dwelling on it all. She'd been poking at him since Eindhoven, but the fear of never seeing him again made her question the point of it all. She thought back to how Dick had comforted her in Normandy, how he'd saved her in London, how he'd looked into her eyes in Son as she'd held his hand in hers, and her heart fluttered as she revisited all those moments. Then she thought of Eindhoven, seeing him kiss that woman, and the flutters were replaced by that cold, gnawing feeling she'd grown so used to. It was only in that moment that she finally had to admit to herself what that feeling really was and what it meant.

"I think you were right Gene," she admitted in a whisper, "when you said I was....jealous."

"I was wonderin' how long it would take you to figure that out," he teased gently. She pulled away from him slightly so she could look up at him, and she huffed at his amused smirk.

"It doesn't matter anyhow," she dismissed, "he's never gonna speak to me again after how difficult I've been, and honestly I wouldn't blame him. I wouldn't forgive me either."

"I think he might surprise you," Gene said, rubbing his palm up and down her spine, "I've seen how he looks at you when you're not lookin'."

"Oh don't be ridiculous," she scoffed, dissmising the notion immediately, "There's no way he...."

"All I'm sayin' is don't be so quick to dismiss it," he cut in, giving her a knowing look.

"Even if that was true, and he did maybe...." she started, ignoring the tiny flutter of hope that had bloomed in her chest, "it doesn't matter. We're at war, it isn't the time or the place for all that. " Gene hummed noncommittedly, but didn't comment further, and Valerie took that as permission to end the conversation and tuck herself against his chest. She hoped the Germans would settle down for the night and she could get a few hours shut-eye before starting it all again.

The shells bean to whizz overhead not five minutes later. It was going to be a long night.

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Komm Zu Mir | Part 9

Komm Zu Mir VtM AU

Pairing: Ventrue!Homelander x f!Reader Warnings: 18+. Talk of pregnancy/unplanned pregnancy. Violence. Blood. Smut. Words: 3.6k

Summary: A reveal. And his secret pastime is showing itself.

Credit: Dividers by @firefly-graphics x

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I clink my spoon over the edges of my cereal bowl, I sip my tea quietly. Robert sits down at the breakfast table with Liza and I, he asks me if I slept well.

'You know that feeling,' I trail off, staring into my cup looking for the warmth to comfort me, to take away a bit of the nervousness. To take away a bit of the feeling of waking up disappointed and sad. 'When you wish you were still asleep, because now your brain is reminded you of the things you were trying to put behind you.'

'Hun, there's something something we could do, I can see if I can get you in with my doctor, they can do a test for you in clinic. It's a blood test that comes back same day. Do you want me to do that?.' Liza tells me.

'I don't know, umm.'

'If you want to do that, it would settle you, I know you need your own reassurance, but I can tell you for sure, you couldn't get pregnant from him.' He says.

I don't want to face it. I need to, but if there's a huge chance everything is ok, maybe I'll wait. Wait to talk to him. And then, if it all goes to shit, I'll go in.

...

At about 6:30pm after sundown, John is on the doorstep.

'Hi. Can I see you?'

I can see the strands of hair that are glossy from the light, and his eyes inquisitive and patient. He reaches his hand to me, his palm reflecting the streetlamps as he stands on the pavement of my street. The heel of his hand broad but slender, turned up , held out to me as I stand a step up from him in front of the front door to Liza's house.

'I'm sorry. I would never leave you. I would not leave you to fend for yourself.' His face still. Smooth. Waiting.

'You did.' I reply.

He steps up taking my hand himself, not waiting for me reach for him. His eyelids flickering to the floor, to my hand in his and he looks up at me with his large blue eyes. Cool blue in the darkness of the night, casting grey shadows over everything.

'I did, but I promise, when I found you,' his expression peaceful and restrained but hiding an inner passion. 'I knew you were not to be left alone. I'm sorry. '

'You've got to do better than that John, knock me up, dump me and then stalk me?'

I try to pull my hand away. He doesn't let me go.

He casually raises his eyes to mine again. Lips twitching, pursing with anger or irritation. Or is it something else?

He steps up the porch.

'Let go of me! ' My brow furrows and and I look away trying to turn back up the steps.

He doesn't let go. He keeps walking up the steps, his eyes getting darker, sparklier. His lips curling up as if he is about to smile.

Sie wissen, dass Sie dies hören möchten. (You know you want to hear this.)

Du willst alles hören, was ich dir zu sagen habe. Und du willst mich ganz für dich alleine. (You want to hear all of what I have to tell you, and you want me all to yourself.)

I get lost in his eyes, they're mesmerising to me. I step an inch forward, we're on the edge of a step, one wrong move and we'll fall. He pushes me against his waist. I don't resist him. He brushes his nose against mine, smiles and pushes his palm into the small of my back turning me towards the front door.

'Lassen Sie mich erklären. (Let me explain.)' he says quietly. 'Please.'

I don't even think to hesitate. There's something still telling me he doesn't have a cold heart and I want to believe him.

...

Into the guest room past the living room, no one is here like they knew he was coming. I didn't tell them about the note, but the route was clear for minimal distractions to save me the awkwardness of having to introduce him to Liza who is now nothing but suspicions and untrusting of him. She wouldn't approve. I'm sure.

I find I'm still holding John's hand. I look down at our hands. I'm angry at myself for not matching my actions to the words I said to him just now.

'Siehst du. Du kannst nicht loslassen. (See. You can't let go.)

I hear it. I know he's telling the truth.

I can't.

He stands by the bed, where he stood the night before. I look around taking in the surroundings and him in this room with me. I know he was here.

'Were you here last night John?'

I don't know if he expects it.

He gently lets go of my hand. He takes my face in his hands, dropping them to the sides of my neck. He looks at me with his sparkling eyes.

'I need to tell you the truth. All of it. Yes, I was here last night. I left the note for you myself because I couldn't wait to see you. I told you I was going to see you, sooner than you knew.' He pushes me down onto the edge of the bed where I sit, then he pushes me to lie flat, his hands still on my neck, his face centimetres from mine, him standing by the edge of the bed. He looks like he's about to strangle me or kiss me, or maybe both. I'm not scared. I'm intrigued. I don't feel like calling Liza or Robert for help. I still believe him although I want to fight him.

His lips lower to mine, he kisses me.

As I'm lying back on the bed, him looming over me, his eyes are like these innocent wide yes with just enough sparkle that he has been displaying since he got here, just enough to make him painfully sexy.

'John,' I barely whisper, 'John I want to believe you.'

'You will.' he tells me.

'I want to believe the truth, not a lie. Will you tell me the actual truth?' I pull him down and he falls on top of me.

I kiss him. I melt into his lips. We kiss for a minute or so before I pull back to ask him further questions.

'Is it possible I might be pregnant?'

He leans down to kiss me again then pulls away to answer me.

'No, you can't be. There's no way.'

'Why not?'

'It will be difficult to hear and you might not, believe me.'

'It's ok if you don't want to tell me the reason, but I need to be sure. In some way. You need to tell me something.'

'I would be lying if I told you the reasons you think it might be. And I don't want to lie to you. So I have to, and I will tell you the truth.' He kisses me again, catches my lips to his.

I want him more with every kiss.

'John, don't kiss me.'

He laughs. His eyes crinkling.

'Don't laugh John.' I smile up at him.

'No kissing and no laughing and no lies. I can do no lies, but the rest Why?' he grins at me. 'Oh I've broken that rule now.'

'I really want you. And you're making me want you more with everything you do.'

'That's not a problem for me is it?'

Another kiss from him.

I'm pulling at the collar of his shirt, I'm thinking of other ways to spend the time. My knees are pulling up on to the edge of the bed, and I'm anchoring them and trying to pull him towards me with each knee at his waist.

But we need to have a serious talk.

I push his face into mine tilting my head for a deeper kiss.

'We have to stop this.' I say.

The sparkling eyes are looking down at me. His nose scrunches once, while he is looking me directly in the eye and I nearly melt off the edge of this bed.

He pulls at the back of my knees, pulling me off the bed and raising me up to stand. 'Ok we need to talk, but I can't have the conversation with you here. Come to mine?' He holds out his hand.

'Ok.' I take his hand.

Of course I take it.

'Do you mind walking?'

'No of course not.' I say.

We step out onto the porch once I grab my things and say goodbye, warning them where I have gone, Robert knows where he lives so I don't feel I have a lot of explaining to do to worried friends.

Somehow John's eyes sparkle more in the moonlight.

I lean into his shoulder as we are walking and holding hands. 'I really liked kissing you just then.' I flirt with him.

'We can do more of that if you want.' Lowering his lids to look at me as he says it.

'I know I want to. If you don't stop being so hot John. I won't have a chance to say no.'

His expression changes right then, I don't know why he starts to look sad. His eyes getting bigger and more shiny in a way that looks like he could easily cry.

'John, what's wrong?'

He's worrying me, is this gonna be worse than all the things I was thinking he was in the first place? Worse than what I thought he did to me?

'I really want you to think of me this way after we talk. I hope you do. I really like you. I hope you don't stop liking me.' He says.

We've reached the High Line now and it's mostly deserted. The odd pedestrian passing at this time of night. It starts to rain, a light consistent rain. John takes my hand to lead me up a side staircase. So we step off the dark industrial streets of Chelsea onto the repurposed tracks of spilling greenery. The view after the sunset has settled beautifully, the empire state peeking through the foliage, between the buildings as I use the barrier to steady myself up on the way up to the walkway. The overwhelming feeling of tears behind my eyes spills over onto my face. The rain not enough of a disguise. I'm crying as I walk. I have to run to the barrier, I lean over it with my arms folded. I feel a hand on my waist. I'm sobbing at his touch even more. I feel his sadness and it fuels my tears, the feeling coming back, unsure of what happened between us and how he will explain it.

'Why would I stop liking you, what is it that you want to tell me? I haven't been able to take a test yet, are you going to tell me I can be pregnant? That you have to stop seeing me now that I am..'

John reaches a hand around my neck and pushes hair out of the way.

'I don't want you to cry. I don't want it to be because of me. If you were pregnant I wouldn't dream of leaving you. I'm more upset that you...I assure you, don't worry, you can't be.' He gently places my head on his shoulder and we stand like this for a while. I look over his shoulder through the Chelsea buildings, at the empire state spire cutting into the night sky.

'Willst du mit mir kommen? (Will you come with me?) We can talk, lets go inside.'

We approach his apartment building, it is on a lower level. A modern glass building with curving long horizontal glass windows. He unlocks the door and lets me in offering me a seat in the living room I had breakfast in. He excuses himself but brings me a glass of water.

'Artemis might be about.'

'Oh your butler?'

He smiles, 'Maybe.'

I sit waiting. I try to relax. It's difficult.

The butler walks in.

If he's here will we be able to have some time alone? I sit quietly, only greet him politely. 'Good evening.'

The man names Artemis sits down next to me carefully.

'Sir is very fond of you.' He doesn't stop staring in silence after that sentence.

I don't intend to continue the conversation.

But he does.

He's quietly sitting there, his whole body facing me while I face away from him. 'He is going to take care of you, you know?'

I turn to him. He looks giddy and on edge at the same time.

Is he sweating? He looks unwell.

I turn to examine him. 'Do you feel ok?' I ask.

'Huh? Yes I'm fine. Why would you ask?'

John comes back and catches sight of him, 'You need to leave Artemis.'

He glances up at John, hanging on his every next word. Glued to John's stare.

'I feel ok..'

'Go.' John's expression is stern.

John follows him out of the room and returns a few mins later with blood drops on his lips.

I stare.

I trace a finger over my own lips, keeping my eyes on his.

'This might be a good time to tell you' he says. His eyes squint and he walks up to me, brings me in close to him, starts to undo the top buttons of his shirt.

I try to pull my hand away, 'John wait, tell me. I'm listening. Don't distract me again, as much as I'd love you to distract me.'

'No.' he says keeping his eyes on mine. He holds me firmly, doesn't let me tear myself away. He takes me by the wrist, firm, but careful.

'This is important,' he lifts his chin, closer to me now, pulling me up to him further, I can see the sheen on his lips the waterline of his eyes under his glasses, the individual strands of his eyelashes and the flicker of his tongue as he speaks. Looking down his nose, keeping me in place, he pushes my hand against his bare chest.

'This is what you wanted to feel the other night and I stopped you, this is why I couldn't stay with you till morning, you would have noticed, and this is why you don't need to worry, you're not pregnant.'

'What? John?'

It takes me a while.

He holds my chin on his curled index finger.

My hand on his chest, he feels warm, normal. It's then I realise I can't feel his heart. I move my hand to reposition it. Looking for the heartbeat I know will be there.

But it's not.

'Why can't I feel your heart?'

He takes both my wrists together in one hand. He reaches over to grab something off a table, turns back to me holding a steak knife. I move under his hold. I'm looking into his eyes.

The arm that is holding my wrists has his sleeve rolled up, veins on his inner forearm showing. His skin looks so delicate there.

'John let me touch you, let go please. What are you doing?'

He brings the knife to his arm, the edge resting over his skin, then slices.

I shout out, 'John no!!!'

'You can touch me, touch me however you want, but first you need to see this.' I look at the blood dripping down his arm. He leans down, looks up at me, kisses my wrists. Then he licks the cut, and it seals in our presence. He licks the remaining blood clean.

'I stay warm like this, and I stay fed this way, and I can heal like you just saw, but it's impossible for me to get you pregnant. The butler, Artemis, he takes care of things when I have to be asleep, and I have to be alone and protected until I'm up again. 'Komm her,' he pulls me close, 'Tonight, stay with me and I'll stay the whole night with you. I trust you, to keep me safe, do you trust me?' He strokes my cheek. I run my hand down his arm and twirl my fingers over the healed skin.

'The blood on your lip when you came back through here..was that? Artemis?'

'Yes.'

I think and ask again. 'Is he ok?'

'Yes. He works for me.'

'Ok no more questions about him, but wait...what were you drinking when we met that time, that wasn't ..Oh! How is this possible? Oh no Oh no!'

He watches me react. 'I know this is a lot to ask of you, a lot to tell you. But I would never choose someone unworthy of telling. And no one has ever been able to sense I was with them like that. Like you did. But I understand if you never want to see me again.'

'So you stayed with me as long as you could... I saw you were sleeping...' my eyes are somewhere far away as I'm processing this.

'I don't sleep at night. I wasn't sleeping.' he says.

'Oh.'

He watches me intently.

Some silence then I speak again. 'Then you, you had to go, but where? Not in that room?'

'My room is in a different part of the house, and I don't show it to anyone.'

'Oh ok.' I look down at my hands. 'Sorry to ask.'

'No. I'm going to show it to you.'

..

He shows you where he sleeps. In the basement, through a small door, down some steps there are arched brick catacombs like a wine cellar. We walk through this golden archway, flooding with warm light, beige yellow brick. The door at the end of the tunnel clicks as he opens it, then another door, padded and studded like those leather vintage armchairs. It doesn't look like anyone can just walk in here.

We get to a room, secured behind another door, padded and finished with metal studs creating plush diamond shapes from edge to edge. It's burgundy.

He has a bed four poster but with shutters all around that can be locked. The doors look like they close like a puzzle, locked by key.

There's a giant gold framed rococo floor standing mirror.

The eye he has going on is the sexiest thing I've ever seen. He eyes me up walking backwards, slowly moving back towards the foot of his bed. This new bed you've never seen before, this basement boudoir he keeps hidden.

His eyelids have this hooded look, and a half lidden glare. His eyes never leaving my face, only to look me over up and down. He's inviting me to him, as he's moving further away from me. I just remembered, all my anxieties have been relived. Replaced with infinite questions, but I realise, he can't get me pregnant. That actually means I can enjoy him fully.

Fuck me eyes.

'Do you still want me?' He asks. 'Do you believe what I told you?'

'I believe you. And I want you.'

He gets me onto the bed, with his sheer stare, I have to join him. He doesn't even say anything. I can't hear him either. He gets something out of a drawer.

A pack of blood. He rips it with his teeth, pulls me towards him when I am close, licks the blood from his lip and teeth while he pulls at my tights. He lowers them down, grabs me by the back of my knees and pulls me over his lap. He rips the panties off me, throws me back by pushing me onto the bed by my shoulders. He drips the blood pack over my thighs. Down between my legs.

'John I'm clean for you, would you want to have me clean?'

'I need to eat, and I can't drink you.'

He cleans up the blood off my legs first, licks everything clean, he doesn't touch me with his hands until his tongue is on me intimately. He licks the blood from all the places he poured it. The feeling of his mouth there is a warmth rising but not reaching any unbearable height. This feels quietly sexy, he's slow, almost painfully slow but in the best way possible. My want for him is heightening, and as he senses I start to show agitation.

He offers for me to get in the bath in the back of the room. A black marble tub with candles around it. He lifts me up, carries me, I see our reflection in the floor standing gold carved mirror against the brick curving vaulted walls. He has me bridal style, I love how I look in his arms. John lowers me into the water, it's warm and comforting. Blackcurrant and tea tree mixing in the vapour.

He leaves me alone for a bit. I wash off the remaining blood until l am refreshed. I wrap up in a towel as I step out.

'Lass das Handtuch fallen.' (Drop the towel.)

As I let go of the towel and it falls to the floor, I keep walking towards him. His lips becoming more agitated in a way, more pursed, his cheeks slightly puffy, his eyes returning that glazed hooded look.

'See with those eyes you tell me everything, you don't need to whisper or send the words to me, I'll do it anyway. But you can, I want you to say it. Ask me, whisper it to me John.' I get down low, place my knees on the tile floor.

'Fuck me.' he says.

My eyes are almost watering from how much I want him. He scoops me up from the floor, carries me again, and we fall into bed.

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It's A Promise (Barry x Reader)

so sinnoh remakes (and premakes?!) has been confirmed and of course the first thing I had to do was write a short fic on one of my favorite rival of all time

Sorry but I had to ten year old me had a massive crush on this character lol

writing; short story

word count; 2781

genre; friendship & hurt/comfort (very subtle romance)

reader; gender neutral

au; takes place after the events of DPPt (also Barry has freckles if that counts)

summary; your plans for summer has been hijacked by a certain hyperactive boy

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Half asleep you heard the Starlys chirp and trill and the Kricketots chime in harmony with one another, announcing the arrival of morning. You shifted slightly in bed, pulling the covers closer to you and yawned. The best feeling in the world you believe was hearing the sound of the world rousing to the start of a new day and knowing you didn't have to wake up along with it. With a content sigh you roll on your side, slowly drifting off to sleep...

Tap! Tap! Tap!

You furrow your brows slightly at the sound but quickly relaxed, smiling softly to yourself...

TAP! TAP! TAP!

You assume it was just a Starly or two messing outside your window so you chose to ignore it, opting to pull the covers over your head. You sighed again, this time in annoyance, as you try to fall asleep...

Click! Scree!

"Psst! (Y/N), are you sleeping?"

Your eyes open in disbelief as you immediately recognize the voice and just process the fact that he happen to somehow open your bedroom window to ask the obvious. 'Say it ain't so.’ You turned to face your window to see Barry there, arms resting on top of the sill as he watched you with a curious expression which was soon beaming with excitement once he saw you. "Oh good, you're awake!" Like you weren't sleeping to begin with.

"Wha? Barry what are you doing here?" You asked groggily. "Aren't you suppose to be at Pastoria City with Wake?"

"It's summer, duh! Crasher Wake gave me the week off and since your school is closed for vacation I thought it was perfect to catch up and hang out together this week!" Barry had this lively vibe around him that practically made him glow like a ray of sun leaving you dizzy with exhaustion. You plop back in bed with a groan knowing your plans to sleep in till afternoon for the whole week was ruined. "So at first I was thinking of going to the Great Marsh like we use to for old time sake" Barry began as he climbed right in sitting at your windowsill. "But I heard today would reach the hottest temperature ever in Sinnoh history!"

"Really now?" You asked in a monotonous voice. How hot can it possibly be in the coldest region in the world.

"Get this, 72 degrees! Can you believe it?!" As someone who was born and raised in Hoenn, a region where temperatures can reach up to the high 90s during the late summer you weren't exactly impressed. "So change of plans! We're going to spend the day at Sandgem Beach so pack your things!"

You glanced at the digital clock on your bedside. It read 6:22AM. "Barry it's too early! Can't we go like at 10 or something?"

"No way! We have to go now otherwise it'll be full if we go any later!"

"When is Sandgem Beach ever full!? You can barely even call it a beach!" You turned away from your friend, wrapping yourself up in your blanket. You were not getting out of this bed.

"Come on (Y/N)!" Barry whined. "We haven't hung out in so long! I literally spent all night planning this week out and you're just going to turn me down?! If Lucas and Dawn were here they would've agreed in going!" You can hear the irritation in his voice but underneath it was a hint of dejection. Shortly after your journey with the trio came to an end things changed. Dawn moved to the Kalos region a year ago to continue her study on Pokemon and just a few months afterwards Lucas left to Unova for reasons unknown though you had a hunch that it had something to do with that officer Looker. Barry spend most of his days at Pastoria’s gym, training intensely with Crasher Wake. As for you your parents never supported your dreams of becoming a Pokemon Trainer and your battling skills were left to be desired so you dropped it to continue your studies and follow a more reasonable career.

Although you didn't look at him you can feel him gazing at you, presumably with a pout or with Lillipup eyes. You groaned in defeat. "Fine."

Barry barely let you finish your sentence as he responded, "Really? Awesome! Don't forget to bring your Pokemon along with you, alright? And don't show up late otherwise I'll fine you!" With that he jump out your window and let out a yelp. "Don't worry! I'm alright!"

You sighed, wondering how anyone could have so much energy so early in the morning as you practically dragged yourself out of bed to start the day.

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Sandgem Town was quiet, the majority of the residents still asleep or just starting their day. You haven’t been in Sandgem in quite a while yet walking down the somewhat familiar road invoked a nostalgic feeling. You paused, looking at the houses on the street till you spot the familiar lab down the road. Professor Rowan’s lab. It almost felt like yesterday when you took your first step through Route 201 alongside your friends Lucas and Barry (although the latter practically raced his way there) to get here with your first Pokemon, Riolu. You couldn't help but smile at the memory before going on your way to Sandgem Beach. And, as you predicted, it was empty saved for Barry.

He stood at the edge of the boardwalk, his back facing you as he perform some stretching exercise. His team was already out of their Pokeballs, enjoying themselves. Infernape was meditating, Roserade, Snorlax, and Staraptor were sunbathing, Floatzel was swimming, and Heracross was attempting to bury itself in the sand, seeking warmth. Taking out three Pokeballs from your belt you released your team: Lucario, Lopunny, and Vaporeon. Your Pokemon looked around their surroundings before glancing up at you in surprise. When was the last time you actually brought them somewhere that wasn't home or your school’s campus? “Go on you guys. Have fun!” With that said your Pokemon went off to do their own thing.

Lucario sat beside Inferape, joining it in meditation and Lopunny bounded excitedly over to its long time crush, Roserade, the Bouquet Pokemon vastly annoyed that its peace was disrupted as it escaped from its crushing grip. Lastly, Vaporeon decided to take a swim, dipping into the ocean and blending itself into its surroundings, disappearing from sight.

The commotion between Lopunny and Roserade caught Barry's attention as he looked over to notice you. "Too slow!" He yelled running over to you. Not even giving you a chance to say something he grabs your arm and drags you over to the boardwalk. Once he lets go he begins to take off his shirt.

"Ready for what?" You asked.

“Barry!” You never saw your friend shirtless before so you couldn't help but feel flustered. Though he didn’t seem to care as he carried on anyways. As you assumed, Barry had a lean figure, what you didn't expect however was the amount of freckles he had. Although Barry had freckles dusting his cheeks and nose they were barely noticeable compared to the ones on his back and shoulders which were far more prominent. Realizing you were staring longer then normal you quickly turned away, trying to hide the awkward blush.

Luckily, Barry didn't notice. "Ready?"

"To swim!"

You look down at the blue water before dipping a bare foot in. It was ice cold. "It's freezing!" You exclaimed.

"It's not that bad!"

"Thanks but I pass" you said, waving a hand dismissively.

Barry pouted but it was soon replaced with a mischievous smile. "Alright then, suit yourself." He said, surprising you. Barry wasn't one to easily let things go without trying to convince you first. He's up to something, you know it. You were about to ask but he had already left your side as he jump right into the water, splashing you head to toe causing a sharp gasp to escape your lips from the sudden shock of being doused in icy water. Barry pop back up to the surface with a triumphant smirk, his bright eyes gleaming with playfulness.

"You suck!" You yelled causing him to laugh as he dived back underwater. Soaked to the bone there really was no point in staying out of the water in hopes of drying off soon, not with this cold breeze that made it impossible to warm up. You remove your hoodie and shorts revealing your (color) swimsuit before setting them down on the boardwalk and slipping into the water. Since you were already cold the frigid water didn't get to you, feeling more welcoming then before.

You looked around for your rival, trying to spot the blonde in the murky water but only saw his Floatzel which was lazily floating around. "Barry?” Something suddenly grabbed onto your ankle causing you to scream in surprise and flailing to get away, kicking away whatever touched you.

Barry appeared right beside you, clutching his left cheek. "Ow! Seriously?! You just kicked my face!"

"Well you shouldn't have grabbed me like that!" You said. He only stick his tongue out at you before swimming over to the boardwalk, crossing his arms and resting his head atop of it. You watched him as he stared up at the blue sky with a content expression, droplets of water clinging on to his hair as it shined in the morning light. Seeing him like this gave you the same flustered feeling from before. You couldn't quite wrap your head around as to why though. You’ve known him since kindergarten. So why all of a sudden you felt awkward around him?

"What’s up?" You didn’t even realize that he had stopped gazing up at the sky in favor of looking at you.

“What do you mean?” You said, turning elsewhere though it was in vain since he already caught you this time around.

“You were staring at me just now. It was pretty weird.” You try to think of something to say, mainly to defend yourself but to your relief he changed the subject. “So how’s school?”

You shrugged. “It’s alright. Senior year isn’t difficult compared to the other years since we’re more focused on applying for college.”

“Do you know where you want to go?” You noticed his words were a bit quiet and reserved unlike his usual chipper and noisy self.

“Well I was hoping to go to University of Unova since it’s known for having the best (career) course” you explained. “Though my parents aren’t too keen on me going that far so I might just stick to Goldenrod University.”

“I know that but...” He trailed off for a moment, thinking of what to say. “Can’t you just go to Canalave College instead?”

“Goldenrod!?” Barry’s sudden sharp tone made you flinch. “Why so far?” He was looking at you with a hurt expression that made you feel guilty despite the fact you didn’t do anything wrong. At least, you felt like you did nothing wrong.

“Well compared to Unova which is practically halfway across the world. Johto is just south of Sinnoh.”

“Barry, Canalave College doesn’t even have programs on what I’m going for.”

“Ugh, this is why I’ve always hated school” Barry grumbled, letting go of the boardwalk just to sink further into the water leaving just his eyes visible to you, glaring down at nothing in particular. He almost resembled that of a pouting child.

You didn’t understand why he was so upset about your plans or why he was trying to make you change your college decisions. Unless… “You don’t want me to leave?”

Barry barely let you finish your sentence as he quickly got up. “It’s not that!”

“Then what’s the problem?” You pressured.

At this point Barry wasn’t even looking at you, opting to just randomly glance around the area. “There is no problem! It’s just...” With a sigh he finally looked at you. Honey colored eyes stared at your (e/c) ones, his cheeks gaining a bright shade of pink. “I thought even though Lucas and Dawn left at least I still have you around.”

You couldn’t help but frown. You didn’t realize just how attached Barry was to you and the others until now. Naturally you felt bad but you certainly couldn’t change your plans for him either as much as it hurts you to see him like this. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think you would be this upset about it but it’s just how it is. Eventually we have to go our own way to live our lives. Right now you’re training with Crasher Wake to become one of the best Pokemon Trainer ever. At some point you’re going to leave Sinnoh to follow that dream, right?” He remained silent but nodded in response. “Just because we’re not going to be together like old times doesn’t mean we’re no longer friends. You’ll always be my best friend no matter what.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I guess I was being over dramatic.” You couldn’t help but smile when you saw his expression brighten. That was until he started giggling leaving you perplexed.

“Huh? What’s so funny?” You asked

“Sorry I just found the whole ‘you’ll always be my best friend’ bit kind of cheesy.”

“I was trying to cheer you up you douche!” You snapped unable to control your blush of embarrassment as Barry continued laughing. Seeking petty revenge you bought your fingers to your lips and let out a sharp whistle. Without warning your Vaporeon splashed out between you both before spouting water right in his face. He sputtered in surprise as he attempted to shield himself.

“So that’s how it’s going to be huh?” He challenged before calling for his Floatzel who immediately appeared by his side. Already getting the cue of what was going on the Pokemon retaliated by spraying sea water over you by spinning its propeller-like tails. Oh, it’s on now. Barry however was already a step ahead of you as he mounted onto his Pokemon’s back. “Good luck trying to catch me Slowpoke!” He taunted with a smirk before promptly swimming away from you. You knew Vaporeon was nowhere near as fast as Floatzel but you sure as hell weren’t going to let him get away so easily. You got on Vaporeon’s back and began swimming after the two, unable to contain the childlike excitement and determination you were getting from the chase.

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For the first time since you moved to the chilly region you truly felt the warmth of summer in Sinnoh. You and Barry sat on a bench right outside Sandgem Beach, not bothering to change out of your swimsuits as you ate popsicles and watch the afternoon go by. Residents glance at you both with odd looks since beachgoers rarely, if ever, visit their town but neither of you mind at all. After having that impromptu water fight you both decided to have a Pokemon battle, for old time sake. Of course you lost but you didn’t mind. Its been so long since you felt the fun and adrenaline that battles gave you that you completely forgot why you enjoyed them so much in the first place.

“Hey (Y/N)?” You looked at Barry who took a small bite from his orange creamsicle. “I know I said it was cheesy but is it true? I’ll always be your best friend no matter what?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t lie to you about that.” You had just finished your (flavor) popsicle, dumping the stick in the trash can beside you. He remained silent and although he said he was fine you notice still a hint of sadness in his expression as he stared off in the distance. Placing a hand on his shoulder you diverted his attention to you as you beamed at him. “It’s a promise.”

There was a sudden shimmer in his eyes and you wonder if he was tearing up when he quickly rub at them. “It better be otherwise I’ll fine you ten million PokeDollars if you replace me!” You couldn’t help but giggle, Barry joining in.

“So what’s the plan tomorrow?” You asked.

“Well I was thinking the Great Marsh maybe. If you’re fine with that.”

You nodded. “I bet I can catch more Pokemon then you.” You smirked when his smile faded into an annoyed expression.

“As if! I’m totally going to kick your ass!” He said swatting away your hand when you attempted to ruffle his hair just to irk him.

Needless to say, you were pretty glad he woke you up this morning.

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[hoochy-coo]

I have a bunch of questions for WS anon since I am interested in other celebs possible pr too!

1. With your job, is it regular for anyone working in the industry to have tea? And do people working in or share what’s real or not?

I would say it gives you the opportunity to hear gossip or rumors that only people in the industry would know. I will say you'd probably need to go out of your way to learn about it. In my case I work with athletes and aside from the people they hookup with, their scandals, vices it's not really a place with tea. But I do make a lot of friends in the industry and we gossip all the time and they share from their respective fields and about the celebs they work with or have a connection to. I guess it's the same as any kind of workplace gossip.

Working in what? You mean working in pr? A celeb's pr team will never tell you what is real/authentic or straight up fake or a mix of both. The most they'll give is what strategies they impose or how they mold things. But not directly, oh this is fake btw. For obvious reasons, they keep a lot of things secret and things only they would know. A lot of friends in pr do like sharing input or teach our gc how things go or look for the signs or the strategies we wouldn't even have figured without their help. A lot of times we also just hear a lot of rumors from inside sources that just outward contradicts what is being presented by the media/pr play of a celeb.

2. Can you tell me your thoughts on often thought pr couples? I am not a harrie at all and I see this from pop culture blogs.

lily/timmy - I don't know if it's pure pr or not but I've at least heard Timmy was also hooking up with other women during all those times he was with Lily. A lot of people have told me it's pure pr/mostly pr though. They did seem like a nice match as future it girl/boy but their reunion it didn't seem as interesting.

seb/ale - I actually don't follow either of those two enough. I thought Seb has always been pretty open about his gfs? At least I thought him and Leighton were pretty public. For his current gf, if it's pr then he hasn't gain a lot of fame imo. The only place I see him relevant or getting talked about is the tumblr/twitter stans which while loud isn't that big. I mean his fans sure let his last film flop hard, I doubt the BO was even enough to pay him.

henry/nat - I feel like I blocked out Henry's love life when he was dating a 19 year old. But I would say this is real. Until I see Natalie suddenly becoming a star I'd say this is pretty standard for Henry. Him and Kaley, yeah none of you can convince me that was real.

chris/jenny - A lot of people will kill me, but since Jessie admitted she also thinks they're pr then I'll admit I do too.

tom/zendaya - I think they're real. Either way I love it. We can probably judge based on how long this will last.

shawn/camila - real, but my friend says they're way more subdued in private at least

bennifer - I already sent an answer to this before

ben/ana - the blueprint

hiddleswift - pr

abelena - pr

If you're asking if I think they're pure pr, I don't know what happens when they're alone together to say it's all fake. I imagine hiddleswift, abelena, ben/ana probably hookup in private but was never as serious or real as they made it appear. If you're asking if they're real and using it for pr, well yeah I would say all of these would qualify as they're using it for pr too which isn't a bad thing. Like Ryan/Blake are obviously real and using their relationship for publicity.

3. Do you think hiddleswift was bad pr for Tom?

Not really. I do think it was meant to be longer with a full better rollout and ended too early with Taylor backing out. As someone who considers herself a self-hating swiftie, Tom gained a lot of loyal fans in the fandom for example and hiddleswift was pretty memorable pop culture moment in general.

4. How do you really feel about the holivia questions and harries in general since you tend to get the most abuse from them?

I'm irritated because of the angry anons and people who can't respect opinion. Other than that, my opinion on holivia still remains the same and it will not physically, emotionally, mentally, spiritually, or financially hurt either Harry or Olivia. In the first place, I don't remember ever spending money for them. I think as long as Jessie allows pop culture discussion and allows the question, we can all and should respect opinion. I'm not in any way anti or pro holivia. I don't mind a pr relationship cause to me it's a normal and harmless part of their job. I also don't think pr should be equated as bad at all. We're kidding ourselves if we don't think celebs are like this.

5. I’m just basing this from the harry stans in this blog, but how do you see Harry benefit from holivia?

I already said this to my one harrie friend here but I always saw his fans overestimate his fame. Harry is big but he isn't BIG. He hasn't come to the level of Taylor, Drake, Ed, JB, or their counterparts for actors. Every celeb who came at that level went to levels of attention seeking and pr. When you're trying to venture into film, there are separate pr that could also be demanded from you. Being big in one industry doesn't equate to being an instant hit or success in the other. Especially when the film industry does have a lot of hesitation with singers to actors. Especially when with Harry he seems to want to be taken as a serious actor rather than the easy going route many of his contemporaries have done to jump start their acting career. Harry is being talked about a lot by blogs and accounts that used to barely mention him before. He is being discussed as a regular gossip which didn't happen for years. Imo fans just think he's too big for anything or that he is immune to pr or attention seeking. Me and my friends never saw him that way and we also never saw Harry as incredibly relevant or big, rather than he has an incredibly dedicated fanbase

Question for WS anon but I would also like to hear your opinion Jessie? Do you think Eva Mendes and Ryan Gosling call the paps . Because I've generanlly heard that he is an extremely private ccelebrity but all those spottinga with his kid don't necessarily seem very organic to me Also are there any celebs that dont really call the paps?

You can be a private celeb and still call the paps. Ryan is a private guy but he has always been pretty open who he's dating and end of day they don't give us a lot of update or info about their relationship. Abel has started calling the paps a lot, but in hindsight he's still very private about himself.

I think the only celebs who don't call the paps are ones who don't have publicist.

- Worcestershire Sauce Anon

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You answered this so thoroughly, thank you! X

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We are not just friends — Part 10

Chris Evans x bi!latina!character (Sofia is a people of color, she's brown.)

Chris and Sofia meet when their best friends started dating, it all started at friends with loads of bumps on the road.  

Warnings: drinking, smoking, drug use (weed), assault, Chris being Steve Rogers, commitment issues, my girl Sofia kinda messy, lots of fucking (eventually) 

This is slow burn at its best, at least emotionally. 

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Sofía was in a meeting with Chris's publicist, his assistant, and lawyer as they all went through the contract along with the brewery lawyers.

"My client had already told me to give whatever your asking," The lawyer spoke and Chris's publicist kept eyeing her. "so, this is more a formality."

"We already discussed it, just a photoshoot. We're going with the social media route of promoting." Sofia explained and the lawyer nod a few times, she was on the last page of the contract.

Sofía looked at his publicist and the woman kept looking at her phone and then back at her, multiple times like she was trying to figure something out.

What the fuck? Sofia kept thinking and she heard Chris's voice carrying from the other side of the co conference room. He had arrived a while back but Ron and his kid were giving him a tour of the brewery that was barely getting it together. Nothing was set up but the skeleton was there and Chris was delighted.

They still haven't really seen each other, until this very moment, the first thing he did was stare at her, puppy eyes and everything and Sofia was acting like she was already over it, guess Chris wasn't the only actor in the room.

Of course, Ron started his usual little speech as they signed the contracts, even cracked the champagne at nine o'clock. The photoshoot was going to be after lunch as the crew gets the things together—Ron had really splurged on the production, he really took it to himself on how much money he was saving.

Sofía could see from the corner of her eyes as Chris was discussing something with his publicist, she kept discreetly pointing in her direction as Chris looked something on her phone. He kept shaking his head no, getting quickly irritated.

When they both turned around to look at her, she quickly looked at the other way—attention back whatever she was doing.

"Sof," Chris called her, voice soft. She looked up and he was right there with his publicist. "I need to show you something."

"What is it?" She asked and the woman asked if they could speak somewhere else. "Yeah, the office." Sofia leads the way.

"Thanks for the privacy," The woman said, and Sofia nod. "I don't care what you two are doing but I do care about this," She said showing her the paparazzi pictures of Chris and her when she arrived at the stupid party yesterday. Sofia could practically remember everything they talked on that brief moment, her full face was on display.

"Oh," Sofia explained and blinked a few times. "Well, shit,"

"And you didn't have anything to do with it?"

"Megan." Chris cut her off and the girl just rolled her eyes.

"He's insisting that you didn't but I gotta ask, I'm just trying to protect Chris's privacy."

"Megan, come on," Chris interrupted her.

"Wait. Are you asking me if I staged this?"

"Did you?"

"Sofi, I know you didn't, you don't have to answer, look Megan—

" It's okay and no, I didn't. Chris you know I would never," Sofia said looking at him, whatever what had gone down last night she would never break his trust like that, she loved and value their friendship to do something like this.

"Yes, I know," He touched her arm, looking at her apologetic. "I'm sorry I'm dragging you into this, I was sure there was no one."

" I'm glad you weren't, I just have to ask. The pictures are already out and you guys were on the street there's not much we can do." Megan explained. "For now you're the 'mystery woman' but I'm sure with time they'll find out who are you." She locks her phone and put it in her purse and looked at Chris.

"Okay, I'll deal with it when it has to deal with it, I'm cool with it." Sofia shrugged and Chris stared at her.

"This doesn't bother you?" Chris asked.

"It bothers me for you because I know you're a very private person but no worries for me, I'm pretty much obscure on social media, all I do is tweet about how much I hate Donald Trump and re-tweet dogs pics."

"She does," Chris nods and she shrugged again.

"Okay," Megan said looking down at he phone again. "Do you wanna release a statement or…?"

"I prefer not brought more attention to it, I'll leave it like this," Chris said and sigh, looking a little bit defeated.

Megan, the publicist, finished up the talk and quickly excuse herself, leaving them alone in the office.

"We should probably," Sofia said looking at her watch and tried to walk past him but of course Chris wasn't going to just let her.

"Can we talk?" He asked and she sighs.

"Chris, it's really okay,"

"No, it's not. I'm sorry I disrespect you,"

"You obviously still had things to figure out and I just don't wanna be in the middle of that. We are friends, if you need to vent with me I'm here, always." Sofia explained, leaning against the desk with her arms folded against her chest.

"Sof, I already figured it out," Chris said walking up to her. "I don't, I don't want anything with her. It's done -

" Yeah, her tongue down your throat last night didn't necessarily say 'I'm done with her',"

" Shit. I know, can we call it a lapse in judgment? " Chris made a face, he truly didn't know how to salvage this. Sofia was difficult and stubborn and he had fucked up.

"Call it whatever you want," She shrugged and sigh deeply.

"Hey," Chris said grabbing her hands as she kept looking anywhere else but him. "Hey, look at me," She did and closed her eyes.

Don't Sofia, don't don't. She kept thinking because he was so fucking attractive, she just wanted to kiss him all the time.

"I'm sorry, I'm truly sorry. I was a complete asshole and I shouldn't even try to explain, I fucked up it was my fault."

"Yeah," She pouted.

"But, I did figure it out—" Sofia was about to interrupt him again but he was quicker. "I know it didn't seem like it, but I did."

"And?"

"I wanna be with you, Sof. I don't wanna be just friends—

"Are you fucking with me?" She squints her eyes at him and scoffed." I'm going just to pretend you didn't say anything because I like my job." Sofia muttered and walked out of the office.

"Jesus Christ," Chris muttered, running his hands over his beard and sigh.

~~~~

Christofer Robert Evans was relentless, couldn't take no for an answer and Sofia was about to snap at everyone at any giving moment. Between Chris trying to make a truce, Ron losing his shit constantly, his fucking son and friends that were fucking around the brewery, and on top of everything Amanda kept blowing her phone.

"Sofia," Ron called her and she walked up to him and his son that was chatting with Chris.

"What's up?" She said walking up to her and he took her to aside.

"I'm going to send you back to Boston for a while," He said and Sofia was about to cry.

"Oh God, thank you I fucking hate this place so much." She said making a face and Ron laughed at her expression.

"I know, I can see the amount of pressure that I've been putting you into this last couple of days and you did more than deliver. You deserve a little break,"

"Oh, man. Thank you," She sighed with relief. "Everything here it's pretty much set up, the machines are getting installed this week, everything with the bank it's already resolved, permits too. Thanks to Chris's lawyers, contractors are coming at the end of the month… I mean everything it's on track, at least for a week." She explained pulling out her cellphone and Ron was amazed.

"You pulled this off in a couple of days, I'm never letting you go, that's for sure," Ron said and made a gesture. "So, he likes you." He pointed at Chris with his mouth and Sofia roll her eyes. "And I thought you were only into Chicks."

"That's why your wife loves me so much and I have a weakness for pretty white dudes, it's pretty unhealthy if you asked me." She said with a smile looking at Chris for a moment. "it's complicated right now."

"Shit I bet, guess he's really into you by doing all this pro-bono. So, I'm going to be absolutely a greedy selfish man and said to trap this one." He said pointing at his finger and Sofia let out a laugh.

"No way, man." She shook her head. "Let's focus on beer and stop talking about my non-existent love life, after crazy bitch Tiffany. I'm done,"

"Yeah, and I thought my ex-wife was crazy, you definitely got it worse," He put a hand on her shoulder and murmur. "Good rebound, uh?" He pointed at Chris.

"Ay por Dios, Ron." She rolled her eyes and he laughed, walking away toward his son and started saying their goodbyes to a Chris.

"Ah, men. Listen, just be patient with her," Ron said to Chris while they shake hands. "She seems tough but she's all fragile inside, treat her right." The men said as he put another hand on his, squeezing a little bit.

Chris got the point right away.

"Yes, sir."

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[nanasrecovery]

September 13, 2020

Well things have definitely changed a bit since my last journal entry, so this is gonna be a long one. I spent a week back home with my family, and the first day back was, as expected, my most anxiety filled day due to a full to-do list and just adjusting to another environment. I had errands to run for the little celebration I wanted to have for Alisa, Jungkook, and Bronson's birthday, and had some bottle drop offs to take care of as well. I didn't really have time to myself, except when I was in the car, which isn't exactly my most anxiety-free space to begin with (which wasn't always the case surprisingly). I enjoyed being around everyone and even making our own pizzas from scratch, but when it came time to eating, my social anxiety & ED took over (mostly ED). I let him convince me that I shouldn't eat even though I was starving. I knew exactly what was happening, but still, I couldn't get myself to eat. So I tried my best to enjoy the night, regardless of feeling uncomfortably hungry.

The next morning, the negativity continued. First thing I'm greeted by when I come downstairs was a multitude of questions from my mom like "why didn't you eat last night? Why didn't you go to your room and eat? How come you're not telling me how you're doing?" And I know she's coming from a good place as a mother, but this is the kind of thing I wanted to get away from when I moved to Henrico. My eating disorder and anxiety is something my mom will never fully understand, or maybe even try to understand. I've had several conversations with her before on ways she can help me, and I mean really help me, not the ways she thinks she's helping me. For example,

Really listening to me when I talk about my struggles

Not using her own struggle with anxiety as the cure for mine

Trust me that I'm making strides towards recovery at MY pace

But of course, sometimes I feel like she only hears what she wants to hear. What frustrated me the most was she said, "you know how I deal with my anxiety? I eat". And I said "well if you would really listen to me, you would know that I can't do that. If I could, we wouldn't be having this problem right now." And that immediately just made me irritable towards my mom for the rest of my time home, unfortunately. Regardless of that exchange, I was able to eat breakfast and finished my entire pizza from the night before for lunch.

I already had a feeling that being home was gonna help my anxiety a lot, and regardless of the negativity from my mom, it really was. I'm so thankful for Jaron and that he's so understanding and helpful when it comes to my anxiety. He said he would get a ride back up to Henrico just so I could stay home longer, and I'm honestly so glad I did. I've realized how much being home is healing for me, atleast during these current times. When things were going well for me in the beginning of the year, I loved being in Henrico, but after covid hit and things completely changed, I wanted to be back home even though I never wanted to admit it. But I can't dismiss the fact that home is where all of my favorite people are, and some of the anxieties I feel up in Henrico just don't exist when I'm back home.

The moment that made me really miss being home was my absolute favorite part of my week, and something I want to do more often. I had an impromptu picnic with Alisa, Jessa, and Bronson at Chesapeake City Park and it was literally the most relaxed I have felt in so long. Not having technology in my face the whole time, soaking in the sun and breathing fresh air in an open field just felt so nice, and I was able to eat half a sandwich and some pretzels in front of them, which is the most people I've eaten anything in front of in a long time. From that point on, I really wanted to try and make positive steps towards recovery.

I had asked on Twitter and Instagram if people had used CBD products before and what their thoughts were, and I received nothing but positive responses. Ate Jackie had some CBD products she had that she wasn't using so I picked them up and tried them out (yay for not having to pay). The gummies actually taste so good that I would totally eat a bunch at once if they weren't CBD haha. But at first I couldn't really tell if it did anything, but after use over the next couple days I felt the effects, and I'd say it did help mellow me out! I eventually needed a stronger dose and told John about it, so he went to a CBD store and bought gummies for me and some oil for himself (thankful for you, John). The new gummies definitely hit me harder, sometimes I feel like I'm high cause I'm so mellowed out hahaha. Either way, I'm glad that I've found a natural aid for my anxiety since the medication route hasn't been the best choice for me since ED.

Over the next few days I really tried to spend time with people while still giving myself time to rest. For one, I got into Stray Kids, which getting into a new group is a Serotonin boost in itself haha, especially when my biases look like this

How can I not feel happy when I look at them?????

But throughout the rest of the week I also soaked up my time with Deedee, Megan, and even Marc cause they always put me in a great mood. Definitely one of my favorite parts of being home.

Regardless of being stressed due to watching my nephews and dodging my mom's questions or overbearing tendencies, I was able to eat the most that I have in a while, which was really nice, but also brought on anxiety simply because my body isn't used to it. I am still super happy and excited about it nonetheless.

Friday night I had therapy, and after spilling out basically everything I had written about up until this point of the post, she really helped me organize my thoughts and worries, and I just always feel better after therapy sessions with her. She reminded me that sometimes it feels like we're fighting against our family, but we're on the same team fighting against ED, and showed me resources that I could give my mom to help her understand my situation more. She also helped me ease some worries about Jaron and I's current situation of planning on moving back home due to struggling finances since covid (which I'll probably go into detail another day).

My week back home ended with a visit to my Auntie. She texted me earlier that morning that if I had free time to stop by because she had something for me. I had no idea what to expect, but when I got there, I must say it was nice seeing family. She gave me a devotional journal, prayer card, and small vials of Rose oil, sat me down and basically said "the reason why I reached out was because I dreamt about you the other day and I rarely dream about family. And the dream was so dark and gloomy that I wondered why and felt like I should reach out". She told me about her struggles in life and how she trusted God and continues to learn and trust in Him. I told her how, even though the past year has been so difficult, it really brought me closer to God. Prior to going to their house, I was feeling really sad and anxious, but after leaving I felt so much better.

I made my way back up to Henrico, and man I missed Jaron a lot. Spending the past couple days with him has been really nice, and I've eaten generally well while being up here. Unfortunately it's hard for me to be by myself in the apartment all week and not feel super anxious, so I told him I wanted to stay back home for a bit, and of course, he understood. So I packed up some things and I'll be heading back down tomorrow morning.

This past week helped me see things in a new light, and how things will never go as planned, but everything definitely happens for a reason. My struggles are preparing me for the blessings to come and I'm going to be 100000x stronger mentally, physically, and spiritually after all of this is overcome.

Here's to more steps forward, no matter how small.

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Fallen (Soul Eater Fanfic) Chapter 2

Asking For A Death Wish?

You know how some kids get excited about the first day of school and have an outfit all picked out and a new lunchbox and stuff? Well, they're bleeping idiots.

"I look like prep school Barbie," I complained to myself.

Besides the tightness around my back area from the blazer, the only thing that had me feel confident was my red scarf. The white uniform was very nostalgic, but I came here to handle things more differently: less pure and more serious and ugly.

I briefly learned the building quickly of course: memorize escape routes, gauge how many people there were, how big they were, how well they'd be likely to fight. If anything goes downhill, I could burst through a window and be out of here in about four seconds flat.

But what I still couldn't stop thinking about was the incident during lunch, the Shinigami told me "no one" goes in the music room.

“That filthy, funky large handed, freak.” I thought, frustrated.

"Excuse me!" A group of kids ran up to me.

Two blondes and a redhead, still small little fledglings with their cheeks red from the streams of their blood, and not to mention the eyes sparkling with wonder.

"Are you the new girl?!" One of the two girls asks.

I tilted my head and looked at them. They couldn't possibly become mini Rambos in the future, but who knows? "Um...yes." I answer.

"Oh my gosh! You're soooo beautiful! It's like I'm in front of a real angel!" The girl squealed like I was a celebrity.

"I say she can be a princess." One whispered.

"A warrior princess." The redhead corrected.

"What's your name?! Everyone has been DYING to know!"

"A.C." I said plainly.

They looked at me with sparkles in their eyes still. "We finally know her NAME!" They reacted by jumping and squealing, "I wish that I'd be beautiful and mature like you one day!" Someone said.

I kneeled down to their height, "Go back to class, I don't want to get you girls late." I said, they nodded obediently and walked away, waving goodbye.

I heard a whistle from behind me after they left out of my sight, "Wow, Stein told me you were rough around the edges." I turned around to face a rather young man.

He wore a basic black suit, black dress slacks, an olive green button down shirt in which remained tucked in, a black leather belt with a silver buckle, and dress shoes.

"Whoops, sorry. I'm Spirit, a teacher here in the academy." He said, a smug on his face and it grew larger the more he looked at me. Spirit appeared as a somewhat younger aged man, his facial features consist of red shoulder length hair and blue eyes.

Not as much as before, but testosterone once again.

For SOME REASON, he started petting my head, and that irritated me. A lot.

I felt like flipping the guy upside down and throw him against the wall....but I, sadly, swallowed the need away. But the thought stayed in my head and I made a face instead.

"Kids these days, weren't they adorable? Be cute like them!" He said with a wider grin, and I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms.

"Come on, class is going to start." He went inside the room and I rechecked the number on the door.

22B. Of course he’s my teacher.

I followed the stranger into a flat, wide room that had dummies, punching bags, and people chatting with weapons in their hands. Or around them.

"Hello class!"

Before being the show of the day again, I supernaturally sped behind the kids so no one actually saw me come in. Which apparently worked.

"Welcome to a new semester of Weapon and Skill class."

He reads through the rules on his clipboard and I stood there sighing. Oddly enough, he was only roll-calling the females in the class.

"Guess what class? I'm going to welcome a new student in this year's sophomore class!" He exclaimed. My eyebrows twitched and the kids murmured, wondering where I was, "There you are!" Spirit broke through the crowd and grabbed my wrist like a kindergartner.

"H-HEY YOU---."

"Come on cutie! Let's show them that cute face of yours!" He had hearts in his eyes and skipped across the crowd. Can he be anymore embarrassing?! "This is our new student, A.C.!" He announced, but I snatched my arm away from him and held my left arm.

Murmurs were growing and I felt the presence of people staring at me. I exhaled and stood there professionally, "Good afternoon." I said and bowed. I stayed in my position for a while and waited until the students finished bowing to me too. I stood up and glanced at each person, examining their appearance and checking-out their weapons.

"Oh~! Let me present my LOVELY daughter, Maka!" He said while having an unusual pose and points to a girl.

She had ash blond pigtails, green eyes, a white cape-like-coat, a sailor uniform styled top with a pink tie, and white boots. I noticed probably eight other members had the same outfit as her too.

She had a disgusted face and looked away from him. Seems we're on the same page.

She sighs and walked up to me, holding out a hand, "I'm Maka Albarn. Unfortunately, I'm the daughter of this dimwit over here," she whispered to me the last sentence she added and I made a smirk.

She was worthy of it. "Nice to meet you." I said.

"This is my weapon Soul Eat-...Oh you've got to be kidding me!!" Maka cursed under her breath and slapped her forehead.

Spirit shook his head and made a check mark on his board, he snickered, "Your pervy Weapon late for class already? I'm telling you pumpki-"

The door abruptly opens and a blue zombie that had several tattoos ran in. Whispering to Spirit.

Nodding, the zombie faced to us. "Maka, Soul, Kid, Patty, Liz, Black Star, Tsubaki, and A.C.. Lord Death wants to see you." He announced.

"Lord Death? Already?"

"Hold on, can't we wait a little bit? Soul's probably running down the halls right now." A boy with blue, cotton candy hair said.

"He'll just have to meet you all in the Death Room. I'll go look for him." The zombie insisted, and left the room.

I quietly followed the kids the zombie called out and I didn't talk throughout the hallway. Well, until someone said something.

"I wonder if she's a Meister or a Weapon." The boy with shaggy, blue cotton candy hair whispered to Maka.

I paced faster by passing them. "Neither." I said as I turned to them, they all looked at me with surprise but wasn't able to protest.

When I turned around, I bumped into a figure hard and we both fell onto the ground.

"What are you, a bull?" The voice was extremely offended.

"What are you, a wall?" I remarked back, and scrabbled myself to face the blocker.

He had white hair swept to one side and had red eyes. He had this heavily exaggerated facial expression and pointed teeth. He naturally had a lazy, droopy, and somewhat uninterested expression despite his comment. His face so stoic I wondered what thoughts formed behind those blood-colored eyes.

"Welcome!" The Shinigami yelled out of nowhere, and everyone else greeted him as well.

I didn't even realize we were in the Death Room already, "Let me help." Maka's gloved hands reached out to me, and I reluctantly let her help me up even though I didn't need to, and everyone was already walking into the Death Room, "I'm sorry about Soul, he can be rude a lot of times." She said as we walked more into the room.

I faced to the boy ahead of me, known as Soul, and he didn't even apologize and kept his hands into his pockets. But I knew I shouldn't really complain or care, it's not like I would stay here for long.

"Thanks."

"I have a assignment for you kids and it's very urgent. Out in Death Forest, our witnesses have been spotting a strange figure the past twenty-four hours," He explains, they all nodded seriously, "Four people have been killed so far, soulless! Now get going!" He ordered and we all head out of the Death Room, already.

Death the Kid POV--

"Kid." My father calls.

"I'll meet you guys there." I reassured to my friends and the new girl, and paced myself to Father, "Yes Father?"

"What do you think of....the new girl?" He asked.

I gave an questionable expression, "Well she's perfectly symmetrical with her hair, scarf fixed perfectly unlike most people - "

"OKAY. That wasn't the right question. Kid, I want you to keep a eye on her. Tell me later about her..capabilities." He looked troubled.

"Is there something wrong? Do you not trust her?" I asked.

"No no. It's just that....it has been many years since someone like her has come around. I'm just curious that's all." He said with a tone I couldn't analyze.

I nodded, "Alright Father." I bowed to him and caught up with everyone else.

A.C. POV--

Everyone changed into casual clothes and battle gears before we left. The sundown came quick and we made it to this....Death Forest. I sensed these kid's feelings, that they felt uneasy. I didn't peep a word the whole time, and that's exactly how I wanted it to be.

Unless someone else talks to me.

"HEY!!" Blue Hair was wearing a ninja outfit and a mix of modern clothes, "I'm Black Star! The greatest assassin in the WORLD!!!!!!" His voice was so loud it could be close to a Sonus Daemonium. "I'M going to surpass God one day, and I'll be the #1 star! Black Star!" He said.

I rolled my eyes. "Tsk." I let out.

"What was that, Pinky?" He said with his forehead and nose wrinkling with disgust.

"All you say is nonsense and quite frankly, a waste of my time." I said and that made him blink a little, "You say you can surpass God? You can't even lift a finger on a Maior Daemonium. And you say you're the greatest assassin? Your voice is so loud it would be implausible for you to sneak up to anyone or anything." I said and turned away from him fast, my hair whip with me. I could tell he was dumbstruck, but was ready for a counterattack.

"O-oh ya? Well...what kind of name is A.C.?!" He yelled.

"MAKA CHOP!" Maka slammed a big green book onto Black Star's head. Maybe even into it.

"Ow!!!!" He hollers.

"Stop being so annoying Black Star. Be nice and respectful to her, she's new to a mission." She said with her hands on her hips.

"Hmph!" He crossed his arms and stomped away as a girl with black long hair follows him.

Maka came up to me, "This hasn't really been your perfect first day because of, so far, three annoying guys." She said as she sweat-drops.

I made a small smile for only respect and shook my head, "It's alright." But as I did, I noticed the guy Soul grinning..and made a click with his tongue.

There was a little twitch on the corner of my eyebrow, "What?"

He shrugs, "Nothing, newbie."

"Newbie huh?" I thought as I faced away from him.

We continued in this Death Forest, Black Star still frustrated, and everyone was shivering from the cold air. Luckily for me, I don't feel the cold or heat.

I stopped my tracks and halted everyone by raising my hand, "Stop." I said.

"What's wrong?" The girl with long black hair said.

I felt a wavelength of not a Kishin, but a different Kishin. I could hear its breath exhaling and inhaling, the rhythm of it showing its yearning for hunger. "It's close." I said.

"You can sense its wavelength?" Said a boy with half his hair with white stripes, wearing a sharp black suit with a skull on his collar.

"It's waiting, and hungry." I said. "It's just about two miles away from us, but is slowly decreasing distance by forty meters every 3.5 seconds." I continued.

"Soul." Maka said. Soul made a smirk and lights up, turning into a scythe that had its rod silver, the blade mid color red and peachy, a large oval black eye, and decorated with gold.

His weapon form was different, probably a Death Scythe. I'll give him credit, it was pretty impressive.

Then there were two siblings wearing sleeveless, red turtle necks whom purposely reveal their bellies. On their heads were blue and white cowboy hats, and each one had either a short or long jean pants. Those two turned into twin silver hand guns that had a skull engraved.

The quiet girl that was next to Black Star was wearing a light brown outfit with various belts, a star on her left breast, a little scarf that was tightly around her neck, a belt-like sleeve on her arms, and her legs shown noticeably on her sides. She turned into a chained kama that was being dragged on the ground.

"Stay back A.C. You don't have a Weapon to fight the Kishin." Maka said.

My eyes widened as I point a direction, "There!"

Suit Guy aimed his gun and fired at the spot I pointed. A deadly scream rips through and a white dash went towards Suit Guy. But he was able to shoot a few more shots, quick enough so it dashed away in pain.

"Come out you wimp!!!" Black Star, you guessed it, yelled.

A diabolical laugh echoes around us and we stayed alarmed. "You." It hissed,  that left a ghostly trail that shivered spines.

"Watch out!" I heard someone call out.

I swish around and the Kishin was on its way towards me with its fangs shining from the moon's light. Its bald, pointy chin, and oval face covered with its dead-pale skin, added with pointy elf-like ears. Its green eyes glowing, claws sharp, and large 17 inch feet. Its back with bushes of grey-black fur.

I leap back while its claws raked the ground like plato. I landed gracefully on my feet and stood there, waiting.

"You." It said again.

I made a smirk, "Asking for a death wish?"

It lunges towards me and I dodged to the side, my angle facing his left side. I did a knee-kick to its gut and it hollers, screeching with a keening voice. It quickly claws at my arm and I jumped back to avoid anymore contact. I wince the pain away, at least in front of these newbies.

"Hey!!!!" Black Star's weapon changed into a shuriken and threw at the Kishin. But it dodges and hides in the dark forest.

"You're injured!" Maka said and ran towards me.

I brushed myself from sitting on the dirty ground, "I'm fine." I said.

"No, you're not." Maka said and checks my arm. Her green eyes widens and looks at me. "How..."

My sleeves had four claw marks on my arm with no sign of a rip or gash on my skin. "Like I said." I said. "We have to get moving. We can't play hide and seek forever." I turned to walk ahead but looked to the corner of my eye. She still stood there.

I turned back with my hands on my hips, "Of course unless, you have a better idea." I said.

They all shook their heads left and right and looked at me without a another word.

"Good, now let's get to it."

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PART 1 (cause tumblr has a word count limit)

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