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archie-sunshine · 5 months

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So, What Now?(Rehabili/Cohabi-Tation)

Chapter 4: In Which The Party Adventures(But Not Really)

FIC TAGS: Eventual Whirl/Cyclonus/Tailgate, Cyclonus/Tailgate, polyamory, slowburn romance, mutual pining, slice of life, fluff, comedy, eventual smut(planned for later chapters), sappy mushy lovey stuff, polycue, May eventually have illustrations

The Lost Light has a brand new universe to explore! But everyone's still tired from the old one! In the interim between wacky hijinks, a solution is offered to those bored to death by peacetime- Why form a club about it or renovate your hab suite of course!

Whirl doesn't know how he feels about all the pep. And even worse, he doesn't know how to feel about Cyclonus and Tailgate wanting him to join in on their clean slate.

Chapter 1 Here! Chapter 2 Here! Chapter 3 Here!

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Author's Notes: Ok so this one is a bit self indulgent bc i thought it'd be really funny if the gang played d&d. ALSO this is the big one that features a character that like. yknow. Y'KNOW. hes just there ok. hes just there, hes there. be cool ok.

ALSO! I might not write more about them playing this campaign, but TRUST that this game is ongoing throughout the whole story and beyond.

CHAPTER TAGS: comedy, not taking d&d seriously, bullying minimus, very sweet little end of chapter bit, rewind is whirl's friend i think, whirl spirals a bit at the beginning but its fine dw about it (other characters featured: Rung, Brainstorm, Minimus Ambus, Rewind)

That cycle felt so odd to Whirl. A nice afternoon of basketball, followed up by an evening chatting and reminiscing and planning for the next club they wanted to try out. The three of them laughed- though it was mostly Tailgate and Whirl doing the laughing- sipped Tailgate’s weak and bitter engex spritzers, and made conversation well into the end of the cycle.

It was easy to lose track of time, awash with weak engex and endorphins from a few clumsy games of baskets ball. It was only in the lull as the time grew later that it occurred to Whirl where he was. He adjusted his legs a bit in the chair he was sitting in, setting the half empty energon cube on the low table in the middle of the sitting area.

“Slag, getting kinda late isn’t it?” Whirl observed, starting to get up. He stretched awkwardly, twisting his waist side to side to occupy himself.

Tailgate perked up a bit, glancing over to a clock. “O-Oh-! It is isn’t it-” He agreed.

“Do you need an escort to your hab suite, Whirl?” Cyclonus asked wryly, suppressing a smirk. .

Whirl’s optic fizzed slightly. “You couldn’t find my suite if it was 2 doors down.” He snapped.

“I’ve been to your suite multiple times.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“The amount is in double digits.”

“No its not.”

“What do you mean ‘no it’s not’-” Cyclonus asked in disbelief. Tailgate snorted, breaking into stifled laughter.

“I meant what I said!” Whirl strolled to the door. The mech looked over his shoulder one last time at the couple. Cyclonus squinted at him incredulously. Whirl cocked his head at him, satisfied in his confusion of the other mech.

Tailgate waved at him a little bit. “See you later!”

Cyclonus hesitated a bit to join him in seeing Whirl off, turning his helm a bit to take another sip of his engex spritzer, making a bit of a face at the sub par taste as he raised a servo in goodbye.

“Bye!” Whirl nodded quietly, beginning to plod down the hallway.

The warmth in his core began to dwindle as he made the trek back homewards. Perhaps homewards was a bit of a generous term. Even with the stretch of time it had been since he had begun to call the lost light his ‘home’, his hab unit still didn’t feel like his. It didn’t matter how much rampant vandalism he committed on the walls, or how many useless pieces of scrap and junk were littered about every surface, it wasn’t his home. It felt more like a hotel. No… not a hotel. It felt like…

Whirl didn’t want to think about it.

He shook his helm, dipping down the last ramp onto his deck of the ship and turning towards his hallway. He counted the doors, 7 on one side, 6 on the other, until he found his own. He lifted a talon to his keypad, tapping in the combination with some effort. The stupid thing was fritzing, it had been for at least a stellar cycle, and it looked like a turbo fox had gotten at it, considering the claw marks.

The door slid open with a quiet whoosh. Whirl shuffled inside. He sat on the edge of his berth, swinging his pedes a little bit.

It didn’t take until Whirl was half asleep for him to receive a message from Tailgate this time.

TG: R’s R&R Club meets in 3 cycles, see you there?-Tailgate

Whirl turns the message around in his processor, letting it tuck in neatly with the other comms Tailgate had sent him before. They’d talked about it earlier in their hab unit. He considered, albeit briefly, as he slowly reclined on his slab, how the day had made him feel, some sort of warmth growing in his chassis.

It must have been anger, maybe those jabs from Cyclonus were hitting some tender part of him. There weren't supposed to be tender parts of him. And there weren’t.

Was it something worse? Jealousy? That felt worse than how he did, he’d become too acquainted with jealousy in his time, that wasn’t what this felt like.

He shook his helm. He’d gone a long time trying not to think about how he felt, he wasn’t supposed to feel at all. He scrunched himself around a bit. He was NOT going to start feeling now, decidedly so.

He offlined his optic, taking in a deep vent and trying to focus on how he would best be showing Cyclonus up at the next function they would attend.

And who knows, maybe that’d impress Tailgate too.

Not that he cared.

Not that he cared even a little bit.

…

“Frag, that sounds even stupider out loud.”

Unlike many of the other burgeoning clubs, this room hadn’t taken any renovations to prepare it for it’s club. It was simply an old meeting room, now with a much longer table and several more chairs. In the middle of the table there was a large flat sheet of draft paper, with one of Rung’s smaller model ships placed on it, along with a scattering of teeny tiny figurines of a few generic looking mechs placed around it. On the table in front of each chair there was a small box with a few polyhedral dice, and a glass of energon. To top everything off, there were a few bowls of various energon goodies to snack on as they played.

“Ah, Whirl, welcome in!” Rung called from the head of the table, behind a frosted tri folding datapad. “Oh, and Cyclonus and- Oh, wonderful to see you Tailgate.”

Whirl waved a bit as he sauntered around to the unoccupied side of the table.

Minimus Ambus and Brainstorm sat across from him trading quiet greetings. It wasn’t until Cyclonus and Tailgate had gotten situated in their seats that Whirl jolted upon noticing Rewind once again sitting in a chair off to the side.

Whirl cocked his head at him.

Rewind shrugged, pointing at his recorder. “My job!”

Whirl nodded, feeling a bit stupid.

Rung cleared his throat a bit, looking to Rewind for a moment, who offered a thumbs up as the little red light came on his visor to confirm he was filming. “Alright! Welcome, everyone, to the first meeting of the Rockets and Ruins club! As you all probably know, this is a tabletop roleplaying story and exploration game, meaning, you all will be playing as explorers and adventurers exploring and adventuring in ancient ruins on distant planets. There are a couple rules to go over before we-”

It was honestly a miracle that Whirl managed to focus for that much of the explanation before zoning out. He found it a bit ironic that they were pretending to do adventuring inside their own ship, which was fully capable of stopping at a planet and having an actual adventure at any time. He glanced around the table at the other faces, hoping to catch the optic of another bot who found the whole concept a bit stupid.

Instead he found Cyclonus and Tailgate both focusing on Rung with rapt attention. He could sense a modicum of excitement in both their fields, and a wash of… relaxation.

He supposed if it made them happy it mustn’t be so stupid.

He trained his optic on the bowl of energon goodies then, slowly reaching for one with his pincers. He made optic contact with Rewind as the smaller bot focused in on his servo moving, and slowly brought the treat up to the intake chute at the underside of his chin.

He gave Rewind a good look at it, lifting up his helm and munching quietly but grossly at him until he turned his lens back towards Rung.

Whirl rocked a bit in his chair as Rung continued to explain, tapping his claws against the table. Oh- his datapad! He recalled the confusing night he’d spent a cycle before trying to learn how to put together a character file. He dug around in his subspace for a second before producing a smudged and scratched datapad and pulling up his character.

“Hey there handsome.” He mumbled to himself at the shoddily drawn portrait he’d put together to adorn his character’s file. He tipped the datapad towards Tailgate, showing off the character he’d put together.

Tailgate peered down at it and smiled excitedly, before tapping at his own datapad and showing Whirl his character, a slightly better but still kind of bad drawing of a beefy looking bot with a tiny pair of spectacles and a pair of chainguns sticking proudly from his shoulders. Whirl snickered, reaching a claw forwards to start drawing spikes on Tailgate’s datapad.

“-with that all explained, who would like to introduce their character first, hm?” Rung asked as Whirl tuned back into the conversation mid shaft drawing.

“I can start!” Brainstorm cycled his vocalizer, haughtily turning his datapad around to show off a crude drawing of a ‘handsome’, slender, visored bot holding a giant canon over one shoulder. “I’ll be playing Formula, the universe’s most genius scientist.”

“Wonderful, and his class?” Rung prompted.

“Upper, but not in a kitschy way, you know?” Brainstorm said, turning the datapad back to himself to admire.

“I-I meant your character’s erm.. ‘Job’? Designation?” Rung chuckled.

“OH! Uhmmm…” He scanned his character file. “Heavy weapons expert!”

“Lovely, Minimus?” Rung shifted his gaze to the third in command.

Minimus shifted in his chair, sitting up impossibly straighter and presenting a sketch of his character, a tall, broadchested but delicate mech with a mouthpiece and a brilliant orange and blue paintjob. “I will be playing Posthaste, a military liaison and ambassador, he is of the swordsman class.” He said proudly, making sure to tip the datapad briefly towards Rewind to capture the image.

Whirl reached for another energon snack, quietly munching on it as Rung turned to Tailgate.

“Tailgate? How about your character?” He asked.

Tailgate flipped his screen around to the others, showing off his masterpiece. “I’m playing Guncrusher! He’s an archaeologist who’s also a tank, and he’s ummm….” He quickly turned his pad back to himself. “He’s a brawler class!”

Minimus leaned in to squint at the drawing in a bit of disbelief, Brainstorm doing the same in admiration instead. “Cool guns…” He whispered

“Yeah, super cool.” Tailgate said proudly.

Rung glanced over to Whirl. “And how about you Whirl?”

Whirl cycled his optics. “Me? Oh, I’m playing a scout, and you think Guncrusher’s cool get a load of,” Whirl flipped his datapad around, proudly showing off possibly the worst drawing of a mech with a hugely too kibbled helm and two big knives, “KNIFE!!”

He jerked the datapad around, making sure everyone got a faceplate-ful of his glorious creation. His character jerked a laugh out of Brainstorm, Tailgate, and Rewind, while Rung held his back behind a servo and smiled. Minimus was entirely unamused, giving Whirl a look.

Cyclonus let out a slightly forced vent, his equivalent of laughing hysterically when it came to one of Whirl’s machinations.

Rung cleared his vocalizer. “Hah, alright, wonderful, and Cyclonus?”

Cyclonus nodded a bit, picking up his datapad. “I’ll be playing Achord, a historian.” He turned the pad around delicately to show a lovingly rendered image of a black, red, and teal plated mech with a datapad in hand. “He is a medic class.”

The bots at the table gave a collective noise of impressed awe at Cyclonus’s carefully curated character portrait. Whirl cocked his head a bit. He was no Knife, but Achord seemed pretty cool. He guessed. For Cyclonus.

“Alright, with that all said- lets get ready to ‘roll out’ as they say!” Rung said, laughing at his own joke as he pushed his spectacles up his face.

The rain pounded heavily on the steel roof of the bar. It was a seedy hole in the wall, something that hardly counted as civilization, as it was one of the few mech made structures that weren't ruins on this ancient abandoned colony planet.

Slick with rain, Posthaste entered the bar solemnly, tossing a glance over his shoulder at the military shuttle that had dropped him off. He strode to the bar and took a seat next to the hulking (TG: Oo yeah, hulking is a good word!!)archaeologist that was to be his work partner for the foreseeable future.

“Guncrusher, pleasure to make your acquaintance.” said Posthaste, offering a servo in greeting.

“Oh- can i shake his servo super strongly?” Tailgate asked, turning his attention to Rung.

Rung beamed, flipping through some files on his datapad screen. “Ah yes, Minimus, Tailgate, both of you roll the icosahedron I’ve provided. You may add your strength bonuses from your character files to this roll to determine which of you shakes hardest.”

Minimus nodded, delicately plucking up the dice and tossing it into the box. He frowned, looking across the table at Tailgate as he rolled his own dice. “With my bonus that will be a ten.” He said.

“And with mine its a twenty one!” Tailgate chirped triumphantly.

Posthaste’s digits ground together uncomfortably in Guncrusher’s grip. “Quite the strength you have.” He observed, rubbing his servo upon being released from Guncrusher’s vicehold.

“Oh yeah, its like, one of my biggest features, I get to add 8 to every roll with my strength.” Guncrusher boomed.

(MM: You can’t just talk about his statistics he doesn't know that he has statistics-)

From behind the pair, there entered a new figure, slender and strapped with a canon. “HAIL AND WELL MET GOOD MECHS!” Began Formula, skipping up to the bar. “Your FINEST cube of engex please.” He crooned to the bartender.

“Oh that CANNOT be your character voice-!” Tailgate giggled.

“Oh it can- hold on-” Brainstorm turned his datapad over to Tailgate, pointing at a spot in his character notes. “Sorry it says I can do whatever I want forever.” He shrugged sarcastically.

“Only the greatest engex for ME, the GREATEST scientific genius in the entire universe.” Formula continued as the bartender exhasperatedly poured him a cube of the best engex he could muster, not that it was even particularly good.

“Ah, Guncrusher, is this another one of your colleagues?” Posthaste inquired.

“Yep! He’s the greatest scientific genius in the universe which makes great timing since we’re gonna need some scientific genius to do all the archaeology we’re going to do.” Gungrusher confirmed. Formula nodded wisely, taking a sip of his engex.

“...I see, so then is there anyone else that will be joining us?” Posthaste asked.

From over his shoulder, Posthaste could sense a sudden oncoming danger. Raising his arm up quickly, he was able to catch the stool flying for his head before it made contact.

“WHY- FOR WHAT REASON ARE YOU THROWING STOOLS AT ME!” Minimus balked.

Whirl looked over at Rung. “I’d like to roll to throw another stool please.” He said as Brainstorm cackled.

“WHY!!” Minimus wailed.

“Alright, roll your strength to throw the next stool.” Rung nodded, trying to wrestle his face into a neutral expression rather than smiling.

“RUNG!!” The third in command whipped his faceplate around to look at him in abject despair.

“There’s no rule that says he can’t throw furniture, Minimus.” Cyclonus observed as he scrolled through the rule document Rung had forwarded them.

“I got an eighteen!” Whirl cheered.

“Does that exceed your armour class, Posthaste?” Rung asked.

The stool pinged off his back plating with a loud *WHOK* noise.

“OW!” Posthaste shouted in indignation, turning around to face his assailant.

Knife held up his servos, making crude gestures at the liaison for no discernible reason. “I’m the scout! I’m KNIFE! But you can call me anytime.”

“Whirl you’re not taking this seriously.” Minimus growled.

“Rung said the first rule was to have fun and be yourself!!” Tailgate protested. “You’re having fun, right Whirl?”

Whirl beamed. “I’m having oodles of fun! ANOTHER STOOL!”

Minimus grabbed his own helm, attempting to massage his temples. “Rung may I engage Knife in battle please.”

Rung smiled reservedly. “Of course, you’ll have to roll-”

“I’d like to use my defender feature to block Posthaste’s attack.” Cyclonus interjected.

The entire table, excluding Minimus and Cyclonus, burst into laughter.

“Using this feature I can use an item of 25 pounds or lighter to block an attack from an aggressive creature up to one size above medium-” He continued, biting back a smile.

“Hehe-! Hah-! And- *ahem* and what do you use to block Posthaste’s attack?” Rung wheezed.

Steel clanged against stool leg as Posthaste brought his rapier down upon Achords raised chair as he stood before Knife.

“I’ll thank you not to assault my hired scout.” Achord said grimly. “It’s not a good first impression, ambassador.

“Oh slag.” Formula murmured.

“Oh frag!” Guncrusher whispered.

“My apologies, Achord- I didn’t know that throwing STOOLS at people you have yet to INTRODUCE YOURSELF TO was a normal occurrence for your scout.”

“You’d better believe it!!” Knife cackled.

“He’s a bit tetchy, but you get used to him.” Achord shrugged.

“Ah! The archaeological team appears to have gathered itself!” A stranger called, a broad shouldered beige plated femme with a goggled helm and blue racing stripes. “Let’s get to work then, if you’re all done throwing chairs and swigging engex.”

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“And with that, as you all make your way towards the ruins of Talavantor’s stronghold, we are going to end this session of Rockets and Ruins! Thank you all so much for attending.” Rung clapped his servos together.

The whole table let out a collective excited, if disappointed, vent in response to the close of the session.

“A wonderfully judged game.” Minimus complimented as he gathered his datapad.

“Oh yes, quite stimulating!” Brainstorm agreed through an intakeful of energon crisp crumbs.

“So fun, I can’t wait to see what happens next!” Tailgate chirped, picking up his datapad and climbing down off his chair.

Whirl bobbed his helm. “It was nice! Usually nobody lets me get away with throwing stuff at them!” He laughed.

Cyclonus nodded as well. “Thank you for the session, Rung.” He said formally, bowing his head as he tucked his chair back under the table.

The bots all passed by Rewind as they exited, Tailgate lingering for a moment.

“So do you think that you’d ever play a round?” He asked, beginning to walk down the hall beside the fellow minibot.

“Oh definitely! I love this kind of stuff.” Rewind nodded.

“So why not play for the first session?”

Rewind shrugged. “I like to get the club stuff from an outside perspective first. Its a good taste tester. Besides, aren’t you three doing the same kind of thing?”

Cyclonus nodded a bit. “Yes, Tailgate is quite indecisive. Too many fun things to try, yes?”

Tailgate chuckled sheepishly, a little hint of embarrassment in his voice. “I guess so! I dunno! I’m just big on experiences, yknow?”

Rewind laughed, nudging his shoulder pad against Tailgate’s. “You’re telling me.”

Cyclonus glanced over his shoulder as they reached a fork in the hallways, one a fast track back to Rewind’s hab suite, the other back to the couple’s unit. He made eye contact with Whirl.

Whirl peered down the hallway, frozen for a long second. He could feel that heavy feeling creeping at his spark when he thought about returning ‘home’.

“You coming, Whirl?” Tailgate inquired, snapping Whirl out of his brief reverie. He looked back, the group having stopped to regard him.

“... Yeah… Yeah, I’ll come.” He said with a bit of a shrug. “Just make better spritzers this time, yeah?” He jabbed, catching up with the group as Tailgate looked at him aghast.

“What! My spritzers are great!” He gasped, punching Whirl in the hip lightly- or at least as lightly as the outlier could manage. The minibot rounded on Cyclonus. “You said they were good!!”

Cyclonus quickly averted his gaze and quickened his pace.

“Wha-! CYCLONUS!!” Tailgate shouted, jogging after him.

Rewind snickered behind a servo.

Whirl leaned down and lowered his voice. “They’re really terrible, just have the engex straight, I say.”

“Oh, I know, they’re awful.” Rewind chuckled. There was a beat of quiet between them as they observed Tailgate chasing his speedwalking conjunx down the hall. “So… you’ve been spending a lot of time with those two, huh?”

Whirl tensed. “And whats it to ya?”

“I dunno, its just sweet is all.” He shrugged. “And its good to see you out more.”

“Everyone keeps saying that.”

“Is it unexpected? You were kind of hiding for a few deca-cycles, Whirl.”

“Not that-! I mean.”

Whirl thought for a moment, mulling over his words. Tailgate had caught up with Cyclonus, and was laying playful punches into his thigh as the taller bot pushed him back by the helm.

“... I guess I didn’t expect people to be happy about seeing me.”

Rewind was quiet for a stretch. Whirl peeked at him from out of the corner of his optic, his face inscrutable.

“I think plenty of us have reason to be.” He said finally, absently scratching at his chassis, right over where his spark would be.

There was that warm feeling again. Whirl mirrored Rewind’s motion, swallowing thickly.

“... Gross.” He breathed, scrunching his optic a bit in feigned disgust at the emotionality of it all.

Rewind laughed.

So did Whirl.

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Post chapter authors note: I DID NOT FORGET THAT WHIRL GAVE REWIND A LIFE SAVING ENERGON TRANSFUSION I DID NOT FORGET THAT! WHY DONT WE TALK ABOUT THIS MORE

#maccadam #cywhirlgate #cyclonus #whirl #tailgate #mtmte cyclonus #mtmte tailgate #mtmte whirl #fluff #comedy #transformers #transformers mtmte #tf mtmte #tf lost light #transformers fanfic

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coffeelovesdramasalatte · 1 year

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LITA Ep. 4 Rewatch Thoughts Pt. 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5 | Part 6

Rain really said boy BYE

Did y'all notice that Phayu smacks his lips and looks at Rain's lips like 30 times during this one minute of conversation?

Ok wait he's going for it!

KISS ALERT HE'S REALLY GOING FOR IT!!!

Rain was SO READY too - he closed his eyes as soon as Phayu's lips touched his. infinity/10 sweetest first kiss. It looks very aesthetically pleasing with the blurred out, neutral background.

Instant replay from another angle, just to drive in how comfy Rain looks to be there

I ADORE this "just been kissed" look on Rain - I like that both actors repeatedly showed us just how into each other Rain and Phayu are

I think we're on the 10th lip touch? Are you obsessed or something Phayu?

Phayu says thank you to Rain here. At first, I thought he was thanking him for the kiss, or for coming to see him. Now, I think it's probably for everything - thank you for meeting me, thank you for making me like you, thank you for not running away, thank you for meeting my expectations, and thank you for liking me back. And then we barely get time to recover from the sweetness of that kiss before Phayu is giving us this adorable face (which is my second favorite of Phayu's faces)

Including this shot bc I love Sky

It's Rain's turn!! Ahh it's so cute that he was so nervous at first but then he remembers that Phayu is supporting him (plus kiss!) and his confidence is restored! Also the background + Rain's tie is giving us some more yellow + navy blue. Cute!

vs.

This teacher panel is so funny - person on the left looks so done, middle dude looks like he's paying attention with the intention to rip the presentation apart when Rain's done, and person on the right looks like he's having the time of his life

Rain does so well! Even the teachers said so!! I knew he could do it :) Except Phayu isn't going to find out for a while bc this dummy forgot to charge his phone. Don't you know Rain's waiting for you?

Listen, I know this shot is for dramatic purposes and that Rain looks truly beautiful in the rain, but you can't tell me that he and P' Saifah haven't exchanged numbers yet. Rain totally could've waited in the house or even in his car, which he definitely drove there in. My dumb son

It's ok, Phayu is here though!! And Rain gets to tell him the good news!! Phayu seems more concerned about how wet Rain is though, and for good reason. He's probably watched a few BLs so he knows that the male leads often have the constitution of sickly Victorian children when it comes to the rain. He's rightly concerned for Rain's health.

Also we get the switch from Pum to Rain (the way Rain refers to himself) during this convo! I did not notice this on my own and will try to find and link the person's post who did. To my understanding, this is a more personal way of referring to oneself and it's yet another way Phayu and Rain are closer now! They're about to get real close tho ;)

Rain's death-grip on Phayu counter is probably up to 10 now too. I don't think I've said this before but Noeul has really nice hands. They're good for holding a certain someone's face and neck:

This screenshot doesn't do it justice but... this LOOK that Phayu gives Rain right before he drags him inside. Bff is ready to DEVOUR his man (we've all waited long enough lmao)

I was going to tell you all a story here and make you wait a bit longer, but I'll post it separately. As for these two, they literally did not wait any more. From here on out this is entirely self-indulgent. Enjoy!

I absolutely ADORE how they framed this scene with the curtains and the rain and the soft blue lighting that looks like moonlight. I also really like Phayu's hand placement in this entire bathtub sequence. Additionally, Rain gets a good amount of active participation in during these kisses (BossNoeul said dead fish kisses whomst?? we don't know her). It's another indicator of how happy and comfortable Rain is to be there

Another thing I've already mentioned is that I completely am in love with the way BossNoeul portrayed the way that PhayuRain look at each other. I have never been as convinced that the on-screen couple is in love as I am with these two. Also I am counting this as a headpat even though it's more of a cheekbone stroke :)

Again, they look so comfy and I love how softly their eyes slip closed when they kiss. Also reiterating that I love Phayu's hand placement here - it's like he's cradling Rain in his palms

New nickname alert!

How am I supposed to cope with this? Also I'm serious, where did Noeul learn to look like that? AND PHAYU'S HANDS send help

Wait I accidentally paused after Rain told Phayu to let him go so he could take a bath and this is so funny - Phayu's like babe did you really think I'm gonna let you go now??

Ok yeah sure Phayu, you're here bc you want a bath and not because Rain's lips are magnets to your eyes. Sure.

When I first watched Phayu pull Rain close to whisper in his ear, I'm fairly sure I gasped harder than Rain

Something happened to my brain chemistry here too

Rain looks so soft right here omg (I know the whole script is literally written into our brain grooves at this point but if you don't remember, this is when Phayu is apologizing for making Rain wait in the rain bc his battery ran out)

Onwards to the final parts for the sugar, spice, and everything nice <3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5 | Part 6

#love in the air #lita the series #lita rewatch thoughts #phayurain #bossnoeul

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histi27 · 6 months

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Had a very self indulgent design idea ok bye

#ghetsis #theres something wrong with me i know #should do something similar with giovanni probably but for now yeah #this pose feels busted now but im not changing it ive been wrestling with art for the last week im just glad ro have something done

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gilverrwrites · 5 days

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if you had any inclination to do nsfw black mask headcanons, i'm just saying there is an audience for that and i'm in the front row 🖤🔥

NSFW Alphabet- Black Mask

Have been waiting all my life for 1 (one) singular person to ask for this. So here you go. Have a full alphabet of entirely self-serving NSFW Black Mask headcanons that give me life, I could go on forever but I wont. Please just take whatever resonates and have fun with it.

You can fix him? Oh yeah, well I don’t want to fix him, I want to be his good girl while he continues to be a vile and despicable villain.

CWs: Swearing, dirty talk, mentions of: humiliation/degradation, bdsm, blood, spit, pain. Nothing is graphic, but its there. I just think he's kinky and depraved, and I want him to do bad things to me ok bye. Rating: 18+

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Aftercare can really vary. Roman is very kinky, and intense kink can come with intense drop both sides. So, if you’re someone he really cares about, he’s really good with the aftercare. He’s rubbing lotion on your bruises, running a bath for you both to relax in, “Whatever you need doll, I’m your man.” If you’re not someone he cares about, he’s not good with the aftercare. He’s sparking up an after-sex cigarette and tapping his fingers until you leave. If you take too long he’s kicking you out, he’s a busy man, no time to be waitin’ around for you to get of your ass. You should of known what to expect when you jumped into bed (or whatever surface) with him. If you’re in the weird in between phase where he’s trying to woo you, but he’s not ready to bare all yet, you’ll get a slightly softer side to him. He’ll offer you a cigarette, wipe down any stray fluid, and maybe even let you stay the night.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his hands, they’re the best tools for inflicting pleasure and pain. With his partner, he likes their mouth. Likes hearing them moan, or cry, or praise him. Likes putting his fingers to the back of their throat and seeing how long they can handle sitting still, fighting their gag reflex, ignoring the drool that seeps down their chin, until they crack. “That’s it baby, hold still. Get my fingers nice and sloppy.”

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

There isn’t a single part of your body he would object to cuming in/on. However, he really enjoys a good cream pie. Especially loves watching his cum seeping out of you, then scooping it up and either pushing it back in, or having you lick it off his fingers. “Can’t let a single drop go to waste.”

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I thought long and hard about this, I really did but… This man just has no sexual shame. Will he jack off into your lingerie, yes, and then he’ll tell you to wear it. Does he wanna watch you fuck yourself? Yes, so spread your legs and show him what you can do. Does he x, y, z… Yes, let’s do it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Roman has been around the block and back again, multiple times. It’s rare however that he comes back to the same person unless he sees potential.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary may seem vanilla, but it gives him most of the power, and allows him a good view of your face. He wants to watch the way you respond to him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Usually deadly serious, but he can crack a joke or too, usually at your expense.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

(This may be a little self-indulgent here but:) Mans got such a deliciously hair chest and a matching happy trail, leading to a well-trimmed pubic area. Gotta look smart, in and out of his clothes.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

I think intimacy and romance are two different things in this scenario. The things he does to you, and the things you do for him in the bedroom are highly intimate, but not necessarily romantic. His romantic side comes out in the seduction and the aftercare.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Why would he ever jack off, when he has a perfectly good cocksleeve available to him 24/7 (you). He does masturbate when you’re separated for whatever reason, but if he can, he’ll do it with the aid of photos/videos he has of you. Will sext, but prefers a phone call, he wants to hear you getting off, and he loves the sound of his own voice.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Include, but are not limited to:

S&M: By nature he’s a sadist/dom, but will occasionally switch for the right person. Gotta put his money where his mouth is. Prove he can take as hard as he gives. Bondage: Less shibari, more suspension, spreader bars. Think restrictive and exposing. Medical kink: I’m not talking costumes and role play, I’m talking insertion, scalpels, examinations, enemas, etc, the whole 9 yards. Sensory deprivation: Sight, sound, touch. Impact play: Self-explanatory. Body worship: Give and take, he likes to be worshipped, but he loves to adore you too. Degradation/humiliation: Extension of worship, wants to fuck you so hard that you’ll do anything for him, even at the expense of your dignity. Don’t worry, it’s for his eyes only, “nobody will know what a desperate little whore you are for me.” Orgasm control and overstimulation: Especially when it results in dumbification. Praise: You did such a good job for me, “who’s my good girl/boy/baby?” Gotta keep you sweet. He also likes to be told when he’s doing a good job.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Man loves pain and torture, you can’t tell me he doesn’t have some kind of red room for a good torture session with one of his enemies. By extension, I refuse to believe that he doesn’t have a sex room. Both are filled with tools and toys meant for inflicting very similar, but very different forms of pain, yk?

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

I once heard someone say something to the effect of: Sex is like money, only to much is enough. And I think that perfectly encapsulates Roman’s libido. Show him some shoulder, look at him too long, breathe in his direction and you’re in for it. “You lookin’ to get your shit rocked right here, right now sweetheart?” “What, no I just- ” “You keep makin’ eyes at me like that and I won’t have a choice.”

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Roman loves to get down and dirty, cum, spit, blood, sweat, and tears. However, he doesn’t like actual dirt. You’d catch him dead before he fucked you in a back alley, or just outdoors in general.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

In his heart of hearts, Roman is a taker. He loves having someone on their knees. There are very few feelings better than having your cock worshipped, choked on, cried on, by someone ready and willing. One of the few better things is pushing someone over the edge again and again until they’re bumbling and begging with no idea if they want him to stop or to NEVER stop. Overstimulation and/or edging is a delicious form of torture all on its own.

“Are you all fucked out already? Pity, cause I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

It may seem generous of him, but he’s really doing it for his own thrills.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It really depends on the mood, but typically foreplay & build up is slow, teasing, building to a hard and fast main event.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not his first choice, but still a fan. If he has too busy a day or hasn’t seen you in a long while, then he won’t be able to help himself from bending you over the nearest surface and reminding you why you keep coming back to him.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’d never let someone other than himself see you in a precarious position, however, that wont stop him teasing you about it. Taking you in his office or the back seat of his car. Anyone could poke their head in and get an eye full. “What would everyone think if they saw you like this huh? Maybe I should show everyone what a needy little slut you are.” Realistically if anyone actually did interrupt, they’d be leaving without eyes, if they’re lucky. Bonus points if you have a secret hero/villain dynamic going on!!! He’d fucking love winding you up by telling you he’s gonna film you and show all your bat-friends, or that he’s gonna broadcast to all the civilians that their hero gets their kicks on their knees for him ahhhhhh.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go like 2-3 short rounds at a push, but prefers one long, drawn out session.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Yes. Yes. Yes and yes. Whips, chains, gags, a myriad or impact toys, vibrators, plugs, the works, and then some. See K= Kinks for more idea of what kind.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

His teasing is relentless. Before during and after. “You want me to what now? Oh, well you’re gonna have to bed real nicely then, aren’t ya?” “Does that feel good? Don’t you fucking look away, I said does that feel good?” “You were so sexy, blissed out on my cock earlier, think I’m gonna have to make you do that again, soon.”

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not loud per se, but he does not shut the fuck up. Grunting with each thrust, raspy groans against your skin, in your ear, and so so so much dirty talk. “Don’t you fucking dare squirm away. That’s it, you can take it, take it reeeallll good baby.” “What do you want, you want it here? You want it harder? Tell me what you need.” “Does that feel good? Yeah? Who did that to you? That’s it baby say my name, say my fucking name.”

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I can’t not talk about the gloves, right? I mean, the gloves don’t always stay on, obviously, he loves running his bare hands over your skin, pulling, pinching, spanking, skin on skin is so intimate. But also him being fully clothed, masked*, gloves on, just his zipper open enough to let his cock out while you’re fully nude; total head rush, he loves the power exchange.

*Yall can HC/imagine whichever version you want but I personally prefer my Roman with the mask stuck on, so it’s not like he has a choice in the matter.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Sad to say its nothing special. He is physically fit, yes, with maybe a bit of pudge after overindulging, but the main attraction is maybe 6 inches, cut, and of average thickness. It’s not the size that counts, its what you do with it, but he’ll internally thank you if you pretend it’s the best and biggest you’ve ever had.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

See M = Motivation. Very high sex drive, he’s ready to go at the drop of a hat. However, he’s good at suppressing it, being a busy man, he cannot be thinking about sex all hours.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I think he has a pretty good control over his body clock, he’s one of those people that can just switch himself on and off when it comes to sleeping. He doesn’t have the time to be lying awake when he needs the rest, so through sheer spite he can will himself to sleep as soon as it’s time to, and he wakes up when he knows he needs to. This man is too busy, and to stressed. So if you’re doing it before bed, as soon as his needs are met he’s conked out.

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Pikemero thoughts

Obviously most of this will probably be disproven by canon but this is self-indulgent speculation that doesn’t really follow that

(thoughts below the cut)

Merold is, very obviously, keeping something a secret from others. He knows something at the very least, especially since he’s the bouquet’s oldest knight.

We don’t know much of anything about the black bouquet, but I can somewhat imagine that the older knights have had some communication between the other continents. Merold and Pikero conspiring something perhaps…

Pikero strikes me as a realistic person, and we know how Merold feels about the “prophecy”/legends Romarriche spoke of in their conversation, so I think they’d get along surprisingly well

( Or, not so surprisingly. They both seem like they have some similar-ish personality traits. )

Merold seems to be preoccupied by “something”, or is otherwise busy enough to not come to most of the knight’s meetings/not be seen by most of the red bouquet. I imagine Pikero is much the same, except instead of “being busy” the excuse is him working in his lab for 20 hours straight

There’s a lot of speculation about episode 2 and Merold’s line concerning Halritt, but I imagine that Merold could’ve been similar when he first became a knight, and an “event/events” happened that made him not believe in the legend anymore. Thus, to “spare” Halritt, he is trying to make him see why this optimism is a flawed philosophy.

Though, going on the personality quizzes, Merold seems to like an empathetic response to an issue, while Pikero would like help resolving the issue. I imagine that Merold would be good at giving advice that might be a bit brutally honest, though Pikero might struggle with being empathetic… I don’t have a good grasp on his character yet, so I can’t really say.

Again, by the Quiz, they both seem to value money (Pikero for funding, perhaps? And I don’t know much of why Merold would value money outside of typical reasons… to keep his Kingdom strong, maybe…), while Pikero seems to value pride, and Merold values love. I find it interesting that Merold, who one would imagine as prideful, does not value pride, and I think it is a very intriguing aspect of his character.

Again, to the final question of the personality quiz, both Merold and Pikero like exciting events. I imagine that they’d both be excited by what this “new” story could bring, although Merold seems to be a bit pessimistic realistic about Halritt… we don’t know how Pikero feels about seeds, though. Actually, Merold might also enjoy “exciting” things such as seeds because he is so strong, and nothing is much of an issue for him anymore…

In his bio, Merold is stated to dislike hotheaded people, and Pikero seems to be very calm… though, he does seem quite snarky. They’d get along well, probably, though everyone else would probably be annoyed with their antics… haha

Merold also dislikes troublesome things, and Pikero doesn’t like proving the impossible, so they’d probably get along in that regard as well

Now, this is just wishful speculation, but I think it would be very interesting if Merold and Pikero ever worked together, or were colluding secretly… it’s very unlikely, since they’re from different bouquets, but I can dream

ok bye thanks for listening to my ramble

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Yeah, I just pointed to all of you

I rambled too much in the other one, time to get serious!

First of all, the star of the show, the man himself, the goober, raw vikingsness contained in just one- Oh wait that last part was Astrid-

Anyway, Hiccup. We stan an uncomfy king.

Autism. Not extremely super much is gonna change, but due to incredibly self-indulgent reasons, my mans is gonna get another scoop of the tism ice creme. I really wanna dig into the alienation and isolation that's going to linger in his bones still, really shovel into that sense of self, how he fears he'll return to who he used to be without Toothless, coming to accept and embrace that version of himself, that his deeds don't determine his worth. The fear of not being useful enough after only getting praise after doing something grand, learning how to just be and finding out who he really wants to be, how to carve his own space somewhere

Leading Berk, look, mans loves Berk and he does a very good job, but in this version we're gonna let him explore what it is he actually wants to do, having Hiccup make space for himself as the scrunkly dragon boy or the genuis engineer instead of just Hiccup the Son of the Chief and Future Chief himself. Lots of finding yourself, trying things and noticing maybe they're not right for you or maybe they are and you just needed to look at other things to be sure. (I'm fairly certain he does a lot of finding himself in RttE, but we're currently only at Season 1 and I need that series to shovel coal into my hyperfixation train when the fuel gets low ok, so we're just gonna have to deal)

This is getting too long again, this was supposed to be a list of bullet points, frigglesnaggle, ok Hiccup centric post and cut and dry bullet points next and I'll just slowly elaborate over time

People are gonna be a bit nicer..? Talking about Movie 3 specifically. I mean we're gonna try and dig into those relationships a bit more anyway, though mostly the series I've seen so far have done a pretty funky job of making the characters bond and I'd like to have that reflected in the story. Gimme group hug friends who geniuenly like each other and work together like a well oiled machine heck yeee

How do we handle dragons? That's a topic I find really interesting for Hiccup, especially faced with Drago and Grimmel. There's definitely gonna be some 'trust vs control', and I really want us to dig into the topic of dragon trappers. Mans has his work cut out for him. But looking at how he could attempt to mediate and educate others and how to deal with those refusing to play nice is gonna be interesting to look at at more than surface level

I'm starting to lose sight of what I actually wanted to talk about, so here's some funny Hiccups to distract you, while I comply to the whims of fate my brain and write a cut and dry bullet point list

Ah yes. And he gets ear piercings because I'm a hoe, k bye

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⚠️BASED ON EPISODE 10 || So somehow contains spoilers⚠️

Would you have looked me in the eyes?

[Alternative title: Me, my coping mechanism and I]

Summary: You’re all in Duskwood, and you confront Richy. Pairing: Jake x GN!MC / Richy / Group / Alan Genre: Crack fic, ok? Crack! Self-indulgent! 100% Self-indulgent. Angst / Fluff / Even more crack. Words: 4000 Warning: Again, crack fic!!! Uhm, somehow violence and talking about murder / Bad writing. A/n: Okay, listen, I just wanted to write this one moment, okay? It should be maybe 1000 words, as you can see, it did not work. This doesn’t really make sense, it would go well with my 'cutout' category, but it doesn’t matter. In any case, this doesn’t really make sense, is superficial, has clichés and just came about because I somehow have to cope with the episode. So please accept it or don't read it. xD Sorry for the mistakes and the rushed end. I hope you like it anyway. Bye.

You had your arms tightly wrapped around your own upper body in the hope of being able to give yourself a little comfort and maybe not feel so bad anymore. In addition, it was quite cold at Grimrock, even if it was already at the end of May. But the big waterfall a few meters away caused quite a cooling of the air around you.

Jake, leaning against a tree next to you, looked silently at the ground as his hand kept sliding up and down your back, showing you that he was there for you.

It helped a little, but not enough. The emotional chaos that reigned in your body due to the last few hours was not so easy to just shake off. Not even through a touch of Jake. But you were sure; if he wasn’t here now, you’d be much worse off.

Neither of you had said a word in the last 20 minutes, but it didn’t bother you at all. Jake probably even less. Even if you could see from time to time how he wanted to start to say something, but in the end he did not do it, for which you were grateful.

Because the probability that the words would be more pitiful words was very high, and that’s exactly what you didn’t want to hear. You didn’t want pity that your friend Richy, the mechanic you quickly grew to love, was secretly able to commit such terrible deeds. No matter what motive he had, no matter what he wanted, whether he meant it 'good'. What he did was terrible, and nothing in the world could fix it.

And any kind of condolences or pseudo-nonsense like: "Everything will be fine again", you could really save yourself, such a bullshit. It might get better, eventually, but nothing will be good anymore, at least not with Richy. Even if it breaks your heart to no longer see him as your friend. He may still be secretly true, but you would never allow yourself to forgive him. Even if you told him you believed his apology. You did, you could see it.

They repent in his eyes, the realization of how wrong the way he had chosen was. But some things in this world, some things you can never make up for, sometimes it’s just not possible. And this is one of those things that would never turn in the right direction again. No matter how much effort he would put in, no matter how hard he would try, no matter how much he would regret it. His deeds were those of a monster.

Even though it’s always talked about, "You have to forgive so you can find your own peace." That’s bullshit as well. You don’t have to forgive everything in the world, you have the right to never accept things. Never to forgive something you don’t want to forgive. And sometimes it’s the anger that keeps us alive. And this case, the now ended case of the Man Without a Face, was one of those cases. And the anger at the betrayal and deceit you experienced through Richy, those feelings you would never get rid of. Whether you forgive him or not. He threatened you several times, attacking your, his own friends. He faked his death and sent you through hell; nothing about it was anything that could ever be forgiven.

With no control over it, you let out a deep growl, hateful and uncomprehending. You shake your head and kick a small stone aside before you look into Jake’s face, who looks at you attentively but slightly unsettled.

You want to say something, you want to swear and insult Richy to the deepest. You want to reduce your pressure, express your anger, but all your words get stuck in your throat. You can’t express what you want to get rid of. Probably for the simple reason that there are no words to describe how you feel.

Jake’s eyes scan your face. He seems to be trying to interpret your facial expressions and understand what’s going on inside you, so that he can perhaps give you a little more support.

But he himself did not know what to say. In addition, he was worried that he could say something wrong and thus hurt you, or make you even more angry. Because although it was difficult to interpret your facial expressions, the anger that emanated from you could be felt more than clearly.

And even if not, it was more than understandable that you were angry. After all, you have just gained a terrible experience of treason, in one of the worst ways there was likely to have been in treason. Betrayal, a thing Jake was more than familiar with.

Then finally, you manage to get some words out of you, your voice sounded scoffing, your face twisted with disgust. "Argh, I feel so exposed. So used."

The young hacker opened his mouth to answer you, but then closed it again. The hand he had pressed against the tree behind his back clenched into a firm fist. He felt his fingernails pressing into his skin, his teeth clenching.

To see your expression, to hear your words, the tone of your voice, so full of negativity also made his own blood boil with anger. After all, Richy had not only kidnapped his already damaged sister for several weeks, but also injured the person he fell head over heels in love with. This man, the mechanic who had dared to call himself a friend, had deeply hurt Jake's family and that was one of the things the hacker saw red about. His family now consisted of three heads. His two sisters, one of whom didn’t even know she is his sister, and his love. And Richy had pushed all three of them into a world of pain. And Jake would give his life without hesitation to protect them from anything that could harm them in any small way. And the damage that the Man Without a Face had done was huge.

Of course, these little details that indicated his anger did not remain hidden from you and immediately your expression became softer. "I don’t want you to get angry because of me."

The hacker’s eyes snapped up to look directly into yours deeply: "Don’t say such things, MC. The reason I’m angry is not you, I’m angry that you got hurt, you, Lilly and Hannah. Sharing your anger is the only possible thing in this situation."

"Nevertheless," you sigh: "My mood also affects yours and I do not want us to feel bad. A few hours ago we still dreamed about how beautiful our first meeting will be. Now we’re here, together, in Duskwood, as we planned, but now we are surrounded by the FBI, the Duskwood Police, and Paramedics."

"Well, I knew and hoped that you weren’t interested in living this life with a lot of police for too long. But I have to admit, I didn’t expect you to have enough of the world I live in so quickly. After all, the FBI has made its way here just for me." In the end, he winks, causing you to roll your eyes.

"Actually, this is not funny at all, but sad," you bite depressed on the inside of your cheek.

A slight grin pulls over his lips as he gently pulls you closer to him: "Much less sad since I know you." he whispers.

You expect him to kiss you now, but instead he just leans his forehead against yours.

Even if you enjoy this gesture, you want to kiss him. It would be your first kiss together whose comfort you could really use more than good now. Because the excitement, the realization of your, your both dreams, lets a excitement pump through your veins, where you know that it would sweep your mind completely empty even for a few seconds. And that aspect, seemed heavenly.

You don’t want to lie. A little voice in the back of your head, a little bit of your morality, wasn’t so excited about kissing the young hacker in a place like this. In front of all the people. Which wouldn’t be a problem if some of them hadn’t waved around in front of Jake’s face with a arrest warrant two hours ago. The only way to escape was to present the FBI a false ID, but they could not detect any falsification even after a system query. It was only a matter of time and enough research until his current false name became his true name again.

The fake ID. One of his aces up his sleeve, as he proudly told you. Which was also a reason why he wasn’t as stressed out in the mine as you would have liked. Even if he would have liked to escape this way, too much time had already passed and he had run into the arms of the special force. But he drew the ace, and won, for now.

And also the group that was a few meters away from you was a reason why you try not to jump on Jake right away.

The long-time friends were all standing around Hannah. She is sitting on a rescue stretcher and has been examined as a precaution.

The message you had to deliver to the group, of course, that Richy is the real Man Without a Face, has hit everyone hard.

Since this moment, Jessy has not stopped crying, clings desperately to the also crying Lilly. Who on the one hand was glad to finally have her sister again, and that alive. But on the other hand also lost a really good friend.

And also Dan was hit hard by reality. He hadn’t really shown it, but you could see it flash in his eyes the moment the words "Richy, he’s the man without a face" left your lips.

He had shot him, Richy. Richy the nice mechanic who did everything in his power to keep the family business running. Richy Rich, as he had always called him ironic. He had shot at his own friend. He was even willing to kill him if necessary, but that was when he didn’t know the identity. There it was Michael Hanson, but now there was a face. The face of a long-believed friend.

Cleo and Thomas, however, do not seem to have realized that it is Richy. Or they tried to completely suppress it at that moment, for the two of them it was just about Hannah. Which of course was also understandable.

Thomas had sat down on the stretcher with Hannah and carefully put an arm around her. She had leaned against him and seemed to have fallen asleep for a moment. Which was probably due to the effects of the last weeks and the heavy painkiller that her was injected as a precaution.

On the surface, a nice picture actually presented itself. All friends reunited after a long time, in the arms of each other and with a little bit of hope in the eyes. But only superficially.

Because the truth came at that very moment, in handcuffs and supported by Alan and another policeman, limped out of the main entrance of the mine.

If the policeman whose name you don’t know didn’t shout for a paramedic and a stretcher, you probably wouldn’t have noticed. You’ve been too busy looking at the hacker’s beautiful eyelashes.

But immediately it drew your attention to Richy, the now unmasked man without a face.

You focus your gaze on him, only to see that his gaze is also on you. This one look in the eyes that you had actually felt so beautiful was enough to let your arising and bundled rage, which had disappeared for a few minutes thanks to Jake, hit you again.

Like a huge explosion you feel your body under electricity and before you realized it yourself, you powerfully turned out of the young hacker’s grip and took the first steps in the direction of the dark-blonde mechanic.

Your arms hang down to your sides and your hands are clenched into fists, you gasp as you come closer and closer to him firmly and decisively.

"MC, no!" Jake tries to stop you, who immediately followed you and now reaches for your arm. But you shake it off.

Nothing and no one could stop you, you were extremely angry and you had questions, actually only one burning on your tongue. And you wanted an answer to that question.

"MC please" Jake’s tone sounded imploring as he wraps an arm around your hip, forcing you to stop. You immediately grasp his hand and push him away from you. "This is not a good idea, not now" he tries to make you clear.

"Yes, right now is the time." you hiss.

Alan, Richy and the other policeman had already stopped and Alan had stretched out an arm in front of Richy so that you could not quite approach him.

"MC, you really shouldn’t talk to him now." Alan tries to convince you, but you just don’t care.

About one and a half meter you finally stop in front of them. Just two seconds later, you feel Jake’s presence behind you and again he wraps an arm around you. Probably everyone was worried you could go for Richy any second, and to be honest, it was a very legitimate concern. 'Cause you just couldn’t control your own anger, but could anyone really blame you?

Before you could start, your name sounded brittle from Richy’s mouth.

"No" you cut him off immediately: "Shut up, all I want to hear is an answer to my question."

You breathe in deeply, you feel the trembling of your upper body, "What would you do if I had come earlier, as you had asked me? What would have happened, Richy? If I had agreed to your deal, if I had stood alone in front of you, what would you have done? Did you want to kill me?" the words came out of you so sharply that you scare yourself a little, but don't let it show.

You watch his eyes widen in shock, then he swallows: "MC, I-"

But again you interrupt him: "Did you want to finish your plan? To get the complete victory? Me last while I watch everyone around me die?"

Meanwhile, the paramedic for Richy had stopped with a little distance next to you, seemed unsure whether he should help Richy now or not. But since neither Alan nor the other policeman said anything, he stayed away.

Your voice rose word for word and at the same time continued to growl in contempt. Almost all the conversations around you were stopped and everyone’s attention seemed to be focused on the scene in front of them.

"Tell me, Richy! Did you want to kill me? Would you have looked me in the eyes? Could you? Would you have strangled me? Slay me? Shot me? Was was your plan, as soon as I stood in front of you. Finally get the victory for you? Would you have ended my life?"

Even though you gestured wildly with your arms and there was a chance that you could accidentally hit Jake, he didn’t back off. On the contrary, he came even more near you until you could feel his body against your back. But you didn’t care, you wanted that answer from Richy, you needed that answer from Richy, you wanted to know who he was. Understand him. His plan, his way of thinking.

And even if he kept pulling his head in with every word you fired at him, he never turned his gaze away.

"MC, I- no, no, of course not, I could never-"

"Are you sure? Do you really believe that? That’s what you’re saying now. Now that I’m standing in front of you and you’re being handcuffed by two policemen! But what if I had been down there, deep in the mine in front of you, Richy, don’t you think you would have did it? Do you really think that? Go inside yourself, wouldn’t you have been able to?"

And exactly to this question, you get no answer, at least none with words. But the answer that his face gave you was enough to bring the barrel to a final overflow.

You could literally see the anxiety and uncertainty about it flowing in his eyes. The corners of his mouth, which were only minimally, but still recognizable to you, directed downwards. And then, as his eyes that had been looking all the time into yours, turned to his feet.

And that was the answer, maybe he wouldn’t have hurt you, maybe, but he couldn’t be sure. And you both knew, all of you, all of you present knew that there was no exact and real "no" for that.

And this realization struck you like lightning, and that was not meant as a pictorial representation. Because the moment the realization hit you, it felt like it was flashing in your head, like an electric shock was being generated. For a fraction of a second, it was black in front of your eyes, then a bright spark.

And even if Jake held you, your actions were so fast and unprepared that he couldn’t stop you when you stopped right in front of Richy with a giant step and your flat hand with a resounding bang, and without any pity landed on his cheek, threwing his head aside with such speed that you could hear his neck cracking.

"Fuck" you hear Jake hiss immediately and already lost your feet on the ground when the young hacker pulled you away from Richy with all his strength.

At the same time Alan jumped in front of Richy, but of course it was already too late.

"I hate you" you scream, trying to defend yourself against Jake, but not with all the strength you could have. "You were my friend!" you sob and already the first tears break out of you.

As Jake continues to push you backwards, has both arms wrapped around you and presses you firmly against himself, you watch as Richy is now led down the way to the police cars. But not without shouting again "I’m sorry, MC!"

"He wanted to kill me, my own friend!" you sob with a crumbling voice and claw firmly into Jake’s sweater.

When he finally stops going, one of his hands rests on the back of your head to hold your head against his chest.

"I’m sorry," he murmurs, pulling you even tighter as he notices your legs buckle a little.

Your head is booming as if you were standing in the middle of a dance floor of a techno club. Your palm burns like fire and you don’t want to know how it must feel on Richy’s cheek. He deserved it after all that had happened, but you yourself would prefer never to feel that pain.

You press your eyes tight as you drag yourself against Jake and switch your head from his right chest to his left to listen to his heartbeat quietly and secretly.

But just like your own, his heart beat anything but calm, on the contrary, it seemed to rush and automatically you blame yourself.

You raise your head to look at him, try to blink the tears away, to not only to see him blurred. "I’m so sorry" you beep and feeling the heat rise in your head, you are deeply ashamed.

"Don’t apologize, MC," he whispers, "It’s been a long day, a terrible day, you’re emotionally overloaded, you don’t know what you’re doing. You’re tired, that takes away your objectivity, I should have stopped you immediately, you shouldn’t have talked to him."

On the one hand, he sounds worried, worried about you. But on the other hand, he sounds like you’re a child that he needs to teach rules and explain things.

You would have liked to contradict him, tell him it wasn’t his fault, but the group you can only see from the corner of your eye gets all your attention. To be precise, Jessy.

"Shit" you gasp and want to start running, but Jake holds you." No, please," you whine, pointing to your friends, "Please, I have to go to Jessy." you yap and Jake quickly understands why and lets you go.

The first few meters you stumble before you run to the redhead, who kneels on the forest floor, has her face buried in her hands and cries bitterly.

While you were talking to Richy, you didn’t think about Jessy, who until recently called you both her two best friends. She had already cried so bitterly after talking to Richy on the phone, and now having to watch this "fight" was terrible for her. And you could have thought about that beforehand, if your head had worked properly.

And even if you don’t want to see it that way, you have to admit to yourself that the moment you beat your former friend, you were not better than Richy himself.

While you were insinuating that he might have killed you out of impulsiveness, you were beating him out of impulsiveness.

When you finally arrive Jessy, you immediately fall to her on the ground and wrap your arms around her. Her shoulders tremble from crying and it takes a few moments until she returns the hug.

"I’m sorry," you whisper: "I didn’t want you to see it."

"If he had killed you," she takes a deep breath, even if it only succeeds under heavy trembling. "If he had killed you, I would have lost you both."

"But you didn’t, not me, Jessy, you saved my life, you and the whole group, and Jake. If it weren’t for you, I would have gone into the mine, I would have done it without hesitation. But you have stopped me, and I am very grateful to you now."

You raise your head to look through the still slightly shocked group and smile gratefully to them all.

"I think I should apologize to you again." Thomas’s face shows pure remorse: "It was terrible of me to put you in this situation, but I was too desperate. I just wanted my Hannah back." He gives the brown-haired a loving look, who she gently returns.

So far, you and Jake have kept quite far away from Hannah, so as not to overwhelm her, even if she smiled at you immediately upon your arrival.

In response to Thomas, you shake your head: "You don’t have to apologize, I wanted to do it myself."

Jake, who stands away from you with a little distance, emits a mocking sound, which you simply ignore. You know, in his eyes, it’s not so easy that Thomas almost led you to your death.

And of course Dan also has a word to say, which to your surprise, however, does not belong to the topic.

Instead, he comes closer to you and then pat you on the back: "Well, honey, I have to admit, that was not a bad punch." Amused he nods in the direction where you stood with Richy. "That was daaamn hot."

You know that Dan is partly serious, but he also just wants to provoke Jake. And without looking at him, you already know that the young hacker must have had a pretty cold look at Dan.

The bearded man raises his hands in front of his chest in defense: "Hey, come on, hacker man, you thought exactly the same. Besides, you could have stopped MC without a problem, don’t deny it, I’ve seen it."

Jessy, who still holds you, loses a little giggle. With raised eyebrow you turn to Jake, who answers only with a smile and a shrug: "If you hadn’t done it, I probably would have done it myself."

A/n: Yes, it's true. All I wanted was to punch Richy in the face.😌

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