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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ★ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ATZ : FINGERING !!

this is a work of fiction & contains: ╰ PAIRING: bf ! top ! atz (separately) x gn ! bottom ! reader ╰ GENRE: smut. established relationship. headcannon. ╰ WORD COUNT: ~ 220 words each member, 1.7k words total. ╰ SFW WARNINGS: use of petnames baby (khj, cs, smg, jwy) darling (cs, smg), let me know if i missed anything :] ╰ NSFW WARNINGS are located under cut to prevent exposure to unwanted content. you are responsible for what you consume.

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★⠀⠀PARK SEONGHWA.

nice, sweet, and gentle. never wishing to inflict any pain while he tried to pleasure you. two lubed fingers slowly stretching you before him. the type to like your thighs pressed to your chest while he knelt between them, other hand next to your head to level himself as he simply watched you.

the grip you had on his wrist, trying desperately to make him get the hint you wanted more, didn't matter much to him - paying it no mind as he kept his own pace; another subtle reminder who was in a position of control.

keeping his gaze pointed, he watched as your upper lip twitched, every furrow of your brows and every time your lips parted - he wished to memorize every part of you.

“you look so cute,” seonghwa says, hovering above you while you absentmindedly - almost as if it was out of pure instinct - held the backs of your thighs to press against your chest. the gaze he offered was loving, and in a moment like this, you never expected anything less. “you love being full of my fingers, hm? i know you do.”

★⠀⠀KIM HONGJOONG.

loves hearing you. runs on your whines, whimpers, moans, cries, groans - anything and everything you had to offer him verbally, he greedily wanted from you; giving you everything he had to offer you in return.

the type to like to be face-to-face with where he’s prodding into you, knowing exactly how your face is contorted just by how you sound, he’d want to watch every muscle contract and twitch around where his fingers are shoved into you.

adores hearing you beg for anything more than he was giving you right now, purposefully slowing down his pace or not sliding his fingers as deep when you needed him. you being vocal about your wants and needs is definitely what gets him going the most.

the tips of your lovers fingers pressed against your walls, sliding with ease as mewls leave your swollen lips. “go on, you can be louder, can’t you?” you knew he was mocking you simply from his tone, egging you on and causing your skin to warm from the embarrassment of your neighbors possibly hearing you. “just ask for more, baby. need to hear you say it, is all.”

★⠀⠀JEONG YUNHO.

oh god. just wants you falling apart under him. any way he could break you, have you grabbing for his wrist when you’re close and crying out his name as you finish, he would do.

makes it a competition with himself. always keeping a mental timer going to see how fast he can make you cum just from his fingers stuffed inside you - no other stimulation.

his index and middle finger reaching new depths, teasing you about how you begged for a third, but he could feel how you wouldn’t be able to take it just yet.

wants you to know just how much he wants you, too. free hand holding the back of your knee while your calf rests on his shoulder, his crotch against the back of your thigh as he ruts his clothed cock against you just to be sure you know how badly he wants you, and that its not just you who’s desperate to be touched.

“fuck. . .” yunho curses, pressing his hard cock impossibly closer into the soft flesh of your thigh, the motion causing his thigh to press his two digits further into you. “look at you, just laying here. . . driving me insane just by looking at me-” you cut him off with a groan from yourself, a small smile appearing on his lips at the sound. “if you want my cock, you gotta take my fingers first.”

★⠀⠀KANG YEOSANG.

loves fingering you the most when you're on your knees, face against the surface you found yourselves on while he kneeled behind you, a singular, lubed finger prodding at you teasingly, and nasty words flowing from his lips.

keeps his composure incredibly well, almost so that you feel you don’t have much of an effect on him.

but holy shit, he’s fighting the urge to fuck you senseless - your pleads and groans muffled by your arms enough to have a large tent in his sweats.

but alas, he’ll keep up the act that he was unbothered; at least until you beg for him, that is.

“you’re so noisy,” your boyfriend comments, watching intently as your thighs shake from the unsteady stance you have against your shared bed. “maybe i should shove a few fingers in your mouth, too.” you can feel as weight shifts on the bed, his finger continuing to move as he readjusts to press a kiss to your lower back. “you’d absolutely love being stuffed full of me, huh?”

★⠀⠀CHOI SAN.

oh, bless your heart. san will be ruthless with his actions but thoughtful with his words, perfectly articulated to have a certain effect on your mind and body.

two fingers sliding inside you at the most delicious angle and pace, curling against your walls and having your back arching as you laid spread before him.

he thought you looked so hot like this: writhing beneath him as he spoke oh-so softly, praising you while practically splitting you in half, or rather, preparing you to be.

this was only preparation, there was absolutely no way he wouldn’t cave in when you look at him all spaced out.

“so, so cute, darling,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your calf as it rests atop his shoulder. the look he gave you was close to ethereal, a smile on his lips and the corners of his eyes crinkling in joy as he watched where he pushed into you repeatedly. he meets your eyes briefly, slowing his pace and bringing his other hand to hold your cheek in his palm. “you’re so adorable when you’re all spaced out like that,” he pinches your cheek and returns the brutal pace of his fingers. “my pretty baby.”

★⠀⠀SONG MINGI.

not super mouthy, really enjoys feeling you. has you on your back while he kneels between your spread legs, lips almost never leaving your neck or chest as he presses his long fingers into you slowly.

loves it if you’re vocal about your needs, guiding him a bit whether to be rougher or more attentive to the special spot on your neck. if you want him to look you in the eye or kiss your lips instead. he loves if you tell him what you like - wants nothing more than for you to feel the best you can. bonus points when its because of him.

vacant hand will be attached to your hip or leg, kneading the flesh under his fingers and breathing hot air onto your body, feeling you squirm and clench around his digits.

uses the hand on your hip or leg to pull you back the tiniest bit to meet his fingers’ thrusts, wanting to hit as deep as he can to hear you tell him how well he treats you.

“min...” you trail off - unaware if you even had a full thought to begin with - the cool air mingi’s plush lips blew onto your neck where he kissed causing your back to arch involuntarily. “yes, baby? he asks, to which he receives no answer yet doesn’t pine for one either, knowing your desperate call was nothing more than a verbal affirmation of how he was making you feel. he presses a kiss to your neck once more, fingers soothing as they press against your walls. “i’m right here, darling. i’ll make you feel good.”

★⠀⠀JUNG WOOYOUNG.

the mouthiest. doesn’t spend even a second to mentally debate if he should comment on your shaking legs, heavy breathing, or how you cry for him. will always make sure you're aware that he is aware of your actions.

prefers you to be on your stomach or back, laying across his lap so he can feel every jolt and twitch from your body on himself. definitely would point out how his cock hardens to you, telling you how much of an effect you have on him - he loves the response he gets.

the type to - no matter how you're situated - put his palm against your chest. adores being able to feel your heart beat pick up as he continues pumping his fingers into you.

other than that instance, he’d keep his palm flat just above the bump of your ass. not rough, but enough pressure so you couldn’t squirm away - as if you’d ever dream to in the first place.

“aw, i can feel your heart racing, baby. am i making you feel that good?” your lover comments, warm hand sliding under your arm and along your side as the other pushes deeper and deeper inside you, the noises from the added lubricant making the scene all-the-more dirty. the pressure in your abdomen builds, the mixture of his words and actions proving to be too much at once. “look at that, you got me so hard - can’t wait to fuck you like you deserve to be.”

★⠀⠀CHOI JONGHO.

the most notable thing about jongho wouldn’t be how intensely he holds you, but more so how he holds you. similar too wooyoung, keeps you pressed to him just firm enough so you can’t squirm, but offers you just enough space to pull away if you wished to do so.

would like you face down, hips in the air as he sat behind you, one hand kneading the skin of your ass and the other prodding at your hole, the pressure his fingers offered enough to have you pushing back against him and wishing for more.

warm palm pressing on your lower back, his crotch pressed to the back of your thigh as he continues working you open. hand and hips on either side of your shaking body being the only thing keeping you stable, sure that your legs would have given out without him holding you in place.

doesn’t speak much in response to the sounds you make, if you make any. rather, he will give affirmative hums, and - if he feels the time is appropriate - maybe even a chuckle at of your desperate state.

the thumb that swiped across your lower back did little to slow your rapidly beating heart and shaking legs, only adding to the pleasure you were receiving at the hands of your boyfriend. two skilled fingers sink into you and press against your walls, feeling so full from just his prep for later. he watches your fingers dig into the bedsheets, wrinkling them under your palms as a huff of air releases from him in a chuckle, and you’re almost able to hear the smirk on his face.

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forthedancingandthethriving · 6 months

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(Because I am so evil. Set in the past!)

"So, how are they?" CPU remarks as he leans over Lag's side. He hadn't seen the other Admin in a while, as he was always alternating between being in SMG0's universe and being at the Adminspace. "Causing any trouble?"

"Pfft, no." Lag chuckles, playfully sideyeing his fellow Admin. "They're perfect."

"They're trouble makers like you." CPU retorts, resting his chin on top of Lag's hat.

"They are not."

"So are."

"You're so mean." Lag playfully hits CPU's shoulder as he leans against his chest.

"I'm so kind." CPU smirks down at him.

"That's like saying Buffer isn't orange." The green Admin snorts.

"Teeechinally, she isn't. She's orange and red." The red and pink Admin chuckles as he pulls away from Lag, and the two begin to walk through the research area. It was only them for the moment, other Admins out in the main lobby.

"You are such a pain." Lag sighs playfully. "Why do I put up with you?"

CPU laughs softly, making Lag do the same. CPU shook his head with a smile before glancing around. Then, he lowered his voice. "Have you.. heard about Byte lately?"

Confusion takes over the other's face. "No? Why?"

"He's been locked away in his office ever since his SMGs got ascended and all that." CPU informs him, crossing his arms. "He hasn't come out at all."

"That's kind of expected.." Lag frowns. "But it has been a while now. You'd think he'd at least have accepted it by now."

At a skeptical look from the other, Lag groans. "Let me try and give him the benefit of the doubt."

The two both knew that benefit was slowly declining. Everyone had been wary of Byte ever since his SMGs had ascended, and his Avatar had been killed by Cookie. His reaction had been volatile, as Byte had tried to attack Cookie, but every had chocked it up to grief.

But now, with the passing days, it was hard to tell whether or not he was actually grieving or if it was something deeper at play. Lag himself had been witness to it when Byte was helping him with getting the SMG Code down.

The way the other Admin seemed to lax on telling him things made Lag a bit worried, but at the same thing, SMG-2 and SMG-1 had been prototypes. So sure, there'd be changes to the real things.

But still..

"I'm sure it's fine." Lag assures CPU, rubbing his cheek when he feels a small ache there. "Plus, it's not like he'll do anything. I mean, he's scared shitless of Antivirus."

"Everyone is scared shitless of Antivirus." CPU snorts as he nudges Lag's side.

Lag chuckles, taking off his hat and gently hitting CPU's face with it. "Not me."

"Oh, that's such a lie!"

The two continue to talk, though Lag continues to feel pain in his body. First his cheek, then nearly all of his arm, and then some of his foot. It had gotten to the point when CPU was a bit worried.

"Are you alright?" CPU asks as Lag hisses in pain, hand coming to rub his arm as he also flexes that hand.

"I think so.. I think that I might be exerting myself too-" Lag cuts himself off with a pained gasp as he falls to his knees, gripping his arm as white hot pain spreads over his body.

"Shit!"

"Lag!" CPU's eyes go wide as he kneels down beside the other.

Lag grits his teeth, fingers digging into his arm. It felt like his code was tearing itself apart, trying to keep something together.

Why did he hurt so much? What was going on?

"It felt like I was.. dying." Byte confessed to him, watching as Lag did a check on SMG0's code. He had wanted to make idle conversation, and asked about the other's wellbeing. "It felt like my code was frying itself trying to stay together. I could feel myself sever from -1 and -2."

Lag's pupil shrinks, and he feels something cut from him. Like threads being snapped. "0..! N-Niles..!"

CPU's breath hitches, and he quickly stands up. "I'll be right back, I promise. Just don't try to move!"

He barely hears the other, the searing pain across his body (but mostly on his cheek, arm, and foot) too much for him to focus on anything else. It felt like he was dying, like he was crumbling.

Soon, there's red and white in front of him, blurred from the pain.

"He can barely focus on me. Help me get him up. CPU, go look at SMG0's universe now. Be quick."

Lag hisses in pain as he's carefully brought to his feet. He can barely stand. Everything hurts so much. He doesn't even notice his hat falling.

But he can only focus on his boys. SMG0 and Niles. They had to be okay, they had to be.

○●○

"SMG0?! Niles?!" CPU shouts as he rushes through the portal command. He looks around, and his expression falls.

The universe was crumbling. Just like when Juliano..

"Please, no." He whispers, changing to his Manuver Form and taking off into the air. He flew as quickly as he could, despite the world crumbling around him.

"Niles?! SMG0?! Either of you?!?" CPU shouts. "Fred?!"

Coming to the clearing where the trio normally stayed, he dived down and landed, returning to his normal form. He looks around, hands clenching, before he spots the slowly fading body.. of Fred.

"Oh god." His expression falls.

He looks around, hoping to see 0's Guardian Pod, but it was nowhere to be found.

He winces, feeling like he was constricted for a moment. The universe starts to fall quicker, and CPU knows he needs to get out of there. But where are SMG0 and Niles? They have to be somewhere!

Changing to his Manuver Form once again, he flies into the air and looks around. There was no sign of either of them.

He feels like he's constricted again, and he exhales. He needed to go, now.

CPU turns and flies away, opening a portal command as he did, heart heavy.

○●○

"You're alright." Vitality assures him, pressing some code to the forming scar. Her eyes narrow. "But these.."

"I.. I don't care.." Lag mutters, voice hoarse. It had felt like hours, and the pain had only died down because of Vitality's work. Scary as she could be, she was the best medic there was. "0.. Niles.."

"We don't know yet." She sighs softly. "We'll know once CPU comes back. For now, you'll stay here. I'm going to go handle the others."

She turns and walks away, leaving no room for discussion. Lag exhales. And that was something he tended to sway on about her. She always seemed to have quite the bit of authority.

Soft footsteps enter his (admittedly still ringing) hearing, making Lag look up from the scar on his foot. He spots CPU and lets himself feel some hope. "CPU! Did you.."

He trails off, seeing how the other won't meet his gaze. The red and pink Admin sits by the bed he's on and looks at the ground.

Lag swallows thickly. "CPU.."

"I couldn't find them." CPU confesses, voice soft. "Lag, I.. when I got there, the universe was crumbling."

His body starts to shake. No.

"I went looking for them, and.. I found Fred. He.. he was dead."

His hands come up to grip his bandana. No. No no no.

"I looked as much as I could, but.. I couldn't find SMG0's Pod. I couldn't find either of them." CPU frowns.

"You're lying." Lag grips his bandana tighter. "CPU, tell me you're lying. Please.."

"I'm sorry.."

Tears collect in his eye. They were gone. Gone. Just like that.

Did he do something wrong? Did he not look over them enough? What had happened? He did everything right, didn't he?

His breath hitches as the tears fall. CPU moves and pulls him into a hug, and Lag clings to him.

Between the pain or the heartbreak, he doesn't know which is worse.

○●○

"He should've known, shouldn't have he? I mean, if the universe fell because he didn't have two Guardians.."

"Maybe he was feeling too arrogant about being the first to have a legitimate SMG and didn't listsn to Byte."

"Enough." Byte hisses, stepping between two Admins. They flinch. "Go."

As the scurry off, he looks back towards the medical ward. As he turns his head away, a smirk graces his lips. Rumors were already spreading.

My program, my playthings. How sad for you that you were chosen, Lag.

As he turns and walks away, Abyssal watches him beside Umbra, who was listening to Vitality explain Lag's current condition.

She frowns. Weird.

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A bright flash outside your window during a storm didn't concern you, but the loud crack of thunder immediately after has you jumping in your bed with a yelp. The lights in your apartment go out, and you hear the steady hums of your appliances turn into silence. You’re grateful that you had enough foresight to light a few candles a couple minutes ago.

Sitting in the dark alone isn’t really how you want to spend your night, so you reach for your phone to call your friend to at least have someone to talk to. Before you press the call button there’s a knock at your front door that startles you.

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You laugh, noting the panic in his voice. “I get it. I don’t mind hanging out in there.”

What the hell are you even saying? Your heart is beating so fast, and your stomach feels weird from how nervous you’ve become. It’s too late to take it back now, so you begin to walk to your room but accidentally bump into him. His hand finds your wrist and gently holds onto you.

“Sorry, I can’t see anything and don’t know where we’re going,” he apologizes.

“You’re fine. Just follow me,” you say and before you try to head to your room again, his hand naturally slips into yours, interlocking your fingers. He probably has noticed how sweaty your hands are. It might be best if you just ran out of your apartment right now and never return.

Inside your room, the warm, flickering flames wash a dull glow over the two of you, and holy shit is Mingi handsome in this light.

“Feels romantic,” he comments, looking around at the candles.

Realizing he caught you off guard again, he blurts out, “Wait, no- I’m running out of feet to put in my mouth.”

His weird statement makes you laugh, partly soothing your anxiety.

“Sorry, I’m nervous,” he adds.

“Why are you nervous?”

Something clicks in his eyes, and a small grin hints at the corners of his mouth. He steps closer as one of his hands cradles your cheek, the other still holding yours. You swallow thickly at the shrinking space between you.

“You look beautiful this light,” he softly speaks before capturing your lips in a kiss. Your hand squeezes his, and his thumb soothingly brushes over your knuckle. When he pulls back, his eyes stay on your lips. “I’ve wanted to do that since you moved in.”

You don’t know what comes over you for you to wrap your arms around his neck and bring him back to your lips, to which he fervently returns the kiss. He guides you back until the backs of your knees meet your mattress. Your small gasp at the contact causes him to pause.

“We can stop. Tell me what you want,” he muses.

“You.” The soft yet confident voice that comes out of you is unfamiliar.

He exhales a quiet laugh through his nose and kisses you one more time before helping you onto your bed.

#you get deja queue #mingi #ateez #drabble #drabble game #smut #mingi drabble #ateez drabble #mingi smut #ateez smut #fluff #mingi fluff #ateez fluff #kpop drabbles #kpop smut #kpop fluff #my fics #my thingies

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agustdiv1ne · 3 years

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chill out (m) — smg

pairing: song mingi x reader

genre: established relationship au, smut

wc: 1.4k

synopsis: you're cold, he's warm. you should know the rest.

warnings: 18+, fingering, slight size kink (c'mon, it's mingi), big dick mingi, dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it please), pull-out method

note: i'm so whipped for him and he's not even my bias :')

part of my christmas bash 2020 | main masterlist

in hindsight, walking to work and back through the snow probably wasn't the best idea.

nor was not wearing enough layers.

nor was not bothering to call your boyfriend who could have easily picked you up and brought you home after your tiring shift at the office.

entering the warm apartment complex didn't even help. your hands felt like they were about to fall off, and you were sure you were on your merry way to hypothermia. shaking fingers opened your apartment door, the tips tinged a worrying shade of blue. from your vantage point, you could see mingi's head leaned back against the top of the couch, his mop of caramel brown hair sticking up in haphazard directions. despite the worrying chill in your bones, you smiled to yourself. even that was a little painful to do, you weren't going to lie.

"you're shivering," was the first thing he said once he spotted you at the doorway, a deep frown on his handsome face. you were shaking like a leaf, and he couldn't have been more worried. "why didn't you just call me? i could've picked you up, baby."

you sighed, teeth chattering as you spoke, "it d-didn't cross my m-mind."

he finally stood up from his sprawled out position on the couch, a random show on the tv highlighting the left side of his face as you met each other in the middle. his arms slid around your waist, pulling you into his chest as you continued to quake in his grasp. his body was as warm as a space heater, but even the heat radiating off his form couldn't ward off the deep chill in your bones.

he could feel your freezing hands through his thin t-shirt, and his frown deepened. his fingers gently found your chin, removing your head from where you had buried it in his chest so he could look you in the eye. he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear, "i'm going to run you a hot bath, okay? that's the only way to warm you up."

you nodded wordlessly, sending him a grateful, close-lipped smile before leaning up to capture his lips with your cold ones. it couldn't have lasted more than a few seconds before he was pulling away, hand sliding down your arm until he could lace his fingers with yours.

he tugged you towards the bathroom, lifting you up to set you on the counter. you watched patiently as he leaned down to turn the tap on in the tub, waiting a few seconds before checking the temperature of it. once he deemed the temperature satisfactory, he stood back up to his full height, coming to settle his body between your legs before pulling you to stand in front of him. he pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead, "let's get you in there, hm?"

this wasn't a strange occurrence with you two. in the two years you had been together, you had bathed and showered at the same time countless times before. it was oddly domestic, though often it did lead to something...more.

now fully undressed, you slipped into the tub full of warm water, your nude form submerged under the rose gold-colored water. he had used your favorite bath bomb, and you felt your heart swell.

he poured warm water over your hair, going through the process of shampooing, rinsing, conditioning, rinsing, until your hair was clean. you had washed the rest of your body, and by the time you were finished, the cold that had been nipping at every cell in your body had faded into a warm, comforting sensation.

he helped you out of the tub, handing you one of his gigantic hoodies and a pair of your panties that he had retrieved as you finished up. you slipped it on once you toweled off and brushed your hair. mingi couldn't help the erection growing in his sweats at the sight of you in one of his hoodies. he felt a little bad, you looked quite tired and he didn't want to push you to do something you didn't have the energy to do. so he tried to hide it from you as you both made your way back to the couch to watch tv together.

he obviously didn't hide it well with his gray sweatpants, and you spotted it with ease once you cuddled into his side, face pressed against his neck and arms wrapped around his neck. you smirked a little against his tan skin as you started mouthing against the tender part of his neck, his breathing growing louder and more ragged with each passing second. a small moan passed his lips when you bit down, his hands finding yours hips to maneuvered your body to straddle him.

you smirked at him playfully as you ground your hips down against his growing boner, his eyes piercing yours in an unamused glare. you giggled and bounced on his lap, causing him to hold your hips in place.

"i'm still a bit cold," you pouted briefly before it morphed into a shit-eating grin, unable to tease him seriously.

"i can think of a way to warm you up," his big hands gripped your hips almost hard enough to leave bruises in a poor attempt of controlling himself, his jaw was clenched tightly.

"what're you thinking?" you titled your head in mock curiosity, your eyes narrowing, challenging him.

he slammed his lips against yours immediately as his hips suddenly rutted up into yours. you squeaked at his rough actions before you melted into his chest, allowing to control the pace of your hips against his. he pulled away with a final nip to your bottom lip, maneuvering you to lay on the couch. long fingers spread swiftly removed your panties, spreading your legs wide for his greedy gaze. one, two, three fingers plunged into your entrance as you grew wetter and wetter.

his thumb caught your clit as he spoke, "is this what you wanted, baby?"

you hummed in affirmation, eyes twisted up as you tried not to squirm too much. breathy moans poured from your lips like a waterfall, gulping as he leaned over your form to suck at the skin behind your ear.

"fuck, want your cock so bad," you whined, "just give it to me."

at that, he pulled his sweatpants down just enough to pull his long, veiny cock out, no underwear in sight as he claimed that it was more comfortable. your mouth went dry at the sight, his tip a pretty pink, precum already leaking from the slit. you threw your head back as he positioned the head at your entrance, pushing his hips forward slowly as you accommodated the intense stretch. he grunted as your tight walls sucked him in even further, until his tip tickled your cervix. he pulled back, beginning a brutal pace right off the bat.

your fingers clawed at the black leather of the couch beneath you, "m-mingi-"

"tiny little baby can barely take my cock, isn't that right?" he grunted as he folded your body in half, your legs almost touching your chest. the position allowed him to brush your g-spot with each thrust, bringing your closer and closer to the edge. his fingers caught your clit once more, making your back arch lewdly. you were unable to speak, only pants and whines passing your lips as mingi thrusted even harder, nearing his own high.

he groaned, "you gonna cum, hm? c'mon, cum for me, be a good girl."

you took his words to heart as your high hit you within the next second. you nearly screamed as your vision flashed white, your entire body now quaking due to pleasure, not the cold. fire traveled through your veins, and through your stupor you could feel mingi pull out to release on your stomach.

as you came down, you felt him leave and return with a wet cloth, wiping your stomach of his mess. he slipped your panties up your weak legs before wrapping you in his embrace, allowing you to bury your face in his chest.

"you warm now?" he mumbled into your hair. you replied with an exhausted 'mhm'.

"good."

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whatiwillsay · 3 years

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off topic - let’s talk about gaylena 👀

selena gomez is one of taylor’s oldest and bestest friends and given that she is in the 22 liner notes, a huge part of taylor’s life, and maybe fruity herself it seems like possibly we don’t talk about her here at the blog enough!

i don’t want to do a timeline of selena and taylor’s friendship - you can read more about that here, but they met back in the day when they were both dating jonas brothers and to me this idea of finding a real friendship in the midst of these contrived promances is pretty adorable.

ofc most of y’all think taylor is a fruit basket but i think there’s a good chance that selena is too! i’m not saying she is for sure but y’all know me. i’’m here to make a compelling case that everyone and their dog is gay so let’s gooooo!

Part I - At least one fake rs!

Selena “dated” Taylor Lautner in 2009 and he’s definitely gay. Of course, that doesn’t mean she is, it could just be PR, but y’all know I gotta note everything! We stan our fruity bffs dating the same gays 😍

Part II - Selena x cara delevingne

i feel like there’s a chance they met through taylor but everyone in that squad adjacent circle knows one another. cara dated michelle rodriguez for the first half of 2014 and then got with annie clark in March 2015 but it feels like it’s possible something has gone on between her and Selena from summer 2014 - early 2015? ...maybe something casual on and off a bit?

August 2014 - Steamy pics surface in Saint-Tropez, France

Selena and and a freshly single Cara vacation together in part to celebrate Selena’s 22nd birthday.

They party together and look cozy!

Pictures such as this surface and spark rumors around the two:

Selena apparently loves the rumors and gushes about being shipped with Cara.

Quote:

You say Selena drag queens were the true measure of success for you. But isn’t it true that you’re not truly famous until you’ve been the subject of a gay rumor? And last year, the tabloids had a field day with photos of you and Cara Delevingne. I’ve made it!

How did you react to those rumors? Honestly, I loved it. I didn’t mind it. Especially because they weren’t talking about other people in my life for once, which was wonderful. Honestly, though, she’s incredible and very open and she just makes me open. She’s so fun and she’s just extremely adventurous, and sometimes I just want that in my life, so I didn’t mind it. I loved it.

Notice she doesn’t deny them? Now of course she could just be being cool, if she freaked out about it that might be even weirder but hey, it’s still kind of interesting.

Then she admits to questioning her sexuality???

Have you ever questioned your sexuality? Oh, I think everybody does, no matter who they are. I do, yeah, of course. Absolutely. I think it’s healthy to gain a perspective on who you are deep down, question yourself and challenge yourself; it’s important to do that.

(Selena btw, this is cool and all, but not everybody questions their sexuality, maybe you’re just gay 👀)

November 1 - LACMA Art + Film Gala

they even left the event together 👀

and they hung out earlier that day as well:

They were seen the next day partying for Kendall Jenner’s bday singing to her:

a few weeks later Cara tweets Selena’s lyrics!

In December 2014 they are travelling together in texas:

in january 2015 they get cozy at the golden globes together!

and they leave together again:

January 19th/20th a bunch of gay nonsense happens

They post this gay shit with matching shoes and linked fingers:

then they say this to one another:

Enty says they were hooking up!

then we don’t get any more content that i can find for about six months! perhaps they had a fling from summer 2014-jan 2015 and then it ends, Cara gets with Annie in March? Then after half a year apart Selena and Cara resume a friendly relationship? Perhaps! Selena is seen with Justin a bit off and on during this time but this was in their Style/Heat Death Era imo (tbh i probably shouldn’t give a hetty pairing including Justin that designation 🤢but y’all get what I’m saying - it’s fully possible Selena was hooking up with both of them!

Now I’m not super familiar with Selena’s discography so y’all lmk if I’m missing anything major - lyric wise that point to her not being straight.

Selena’s album Revival that comes out after this relationship has a few songs with some vibes, even though I get the feeling a lot of it is probably about Justin, allow me to reach. The title track could be translated as someone coming to terms with their sexuality (among other things):

I feel like I've awakened lately The chains around me are finally breaking I've been under self-restoration I've become my own salvation Showing up, no more hiding, hiding The light inside me is bursting, shining It's my, my, my time to butterfly

Good for you, imo, is too sexy to be about a man even if it’s not super queer lyrically it’s a vibe ok?

Me & My Girls might be a bestie anthem a la 22 (oh wait, no 22 was gay too) but I mean...could be about a girl gang of lesbians too!

And if we want it, we take it If we need money, we make it Nobody knows if we fake it You like to watch while we shake it I know we're making you thirsty You want us all in the worst way But you don't understand I don't need a man

Quinn Fabray indeed!

Nobody feels probably like a retrospective on Justin 🙄but...there is a hint of sapphic craving in there! Saying this particular lover loves them differently than everyone is a bit 👀 plus this stanza:

No oxygen, can barely breathe My darkest sin, you've raised release And it's all because of you, all because of you And I don't know what it is, but you've pulled me in No one compares, could ever begin To love me like you do And I wouldn't want them to

Is Perfect about some bitch Justin started dating? Probably but bear with me here this song is actually pretty fucking gay. Gay enough that I’m gonna add it to one of my gay playlists. Could this song actually be about Cara moving on to Annie?

Ooh, and I bet she has it all Bet she's beautiful like you, like you And I bet she's got that touch Makes you fall in love, like you, like you

I can taste her lipstick and see her laying across your chest I can feel the distance every time you remember her fingertips Maybe I should be more like her Maybe I should be more like her I can taste her lipstick, it's like I'm kissing her, too And she's perfect And she's perfect

Part III - Selena x Julia Michaels

Julia Michaels is a singer/songwriter known for her song Issues. I don’t know her sexuality but she at the least has gay vibes! It seems they met around this time perhaps because Julia wrote on Revival.

They have a friendly enough friendship for a few years, liking one another’s posts on IG from time to time, posing for a photo a time or two and then they seem to get swept up into this very intense friendship in 2019. They write some music together and Julia goes whole hog in promoting the shoe brand Selena is hawking this time 😭

2019 - The Superior Sapphic Jelena Timeline:

It starts, for some reason with a lot of shoe promotion:

chill, chill

more shoes

but more gayness?

this homo shit

ok...

Then we go into the REALLY GAY NOVEMBER OF 2019:

Then they perform together:

And...actually kiss...on the mouth on stage???

Sure it’s just a peck but still...if that were a guy people would say they were dating.

Somehow kissing on the mouth isn’t the gayest thing these girls do over this period because these fucking dykes got matching tattoos. I’ve read enough Larry blogs to know this actually means they’re secretly married. All jokes aside this is fruity behavior.

From their IG stories:

Selena gets Julia a very nice christmas gift:

Covid sets in and content drops off but god damn! It’s possible they just had an intense friendship but if a man and a woman collabed on music together, kissed in public, and got matching tattoos everyone would say they were dating!

Selena, as far as I can find, didn’t have any public boyfriends around this time so who are some of these love songs about?

Rare comes out in January 2020 and perhaps has some gayish songs?

Don’t tell me why but boyfriend lowkey, has a gay vibe. Don’t ask me to explain it but it’s just the musicality of it.

Crowded Room could be a love song for Julia? (or by Julia for Selena, since they’re collaborators?)

Baby, it's just me and you Baby, it's just me and you Just us two Even in a crowded room Baby, it's just me and you, yeah

These are general gay vibes, our secret moments in a crowded room tease

It started polite, out on thin ice 'Til you came over to break it I threw you a line and you were mine

It would have started out polite between them, since they worked together for years before whatever 2019 was happened. And throwing someone a line first of all makes Selena sound like the aggressor but also “throwing someone a line” could be a reference to writing songs together.

Yeah, I was afraid, but you made it safe I guess that is our combination Said you feel lost, well, so do I So won't you call me in the morning? I think that you should call me in the morning If you feel the same, 'cause

Lots of people are afraid at the beginning of a gay rs. Treacherous tease 👀

In summation!

Selena does gay stuff like fantasizing ab kissing other women in her music, getting very touchy with famous dykes on vacay, hangs out with Taylor Swift, has chronic mental health issues, dated a jonas brother and a twilight gay, has admitted to questioning her sexuality, and loves being shipped with women. Is she gay? I don’t know! But all she’s missing from her celesbian bingo card is a suspiciously intense friendship with a Glee Cast member! What do you guys think? Selena fruity or just weird?

Edit to add: so apparently I missed an entire ship and Selena supposedly acted really gay all the time with her backup dancer Charity Baroni. Exposing SMG has posted a lot about all that.

Also Selena has been cast in a gay role! edit to add: @bisluthq went and found this for me - julia is indeed a fruit queen

#selena gomez #gaylena #taylena #gossip #cara delevingne #julia michaels #lesbian #sapphic #of interest #taylor's fruity friends

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snappedsky · 3 years

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Borderlands: Skies the Bodyguard 3

The fight slowly comes to an end.

*Links to previous and next chapters in reblog*

Chapter 28

Jack grabs Nestle by his neck and knees him in the stomach. Before he even has time to gag, Jack uppercuts his chin and sends him tumbling through the air. Chuckling giddily, Jack catches Nestle by his hair and palms him in the face. If he had bones, his nose would’ve shattered.

While Jack is beating the snot out of Nestle, Rhys manages to make it to the top of the tower. He pants heavily as he drags himself up the stairs and spots the door leading to the main office. He lumbers through it and collapses at the computer.

“Okay,” he huffs as he leans against the console. “Let’s do this.”

Back outside, the fight between the Guardians and the Crimson Raiders has yet to slow down. Thankfully the Raiders have plenty of ammo, but there doesn’t seem to be an end to the Guardians.

“These bugs are getting annoying!” Salvador barks as he ducks behind cover.

“Just keep holding out,” Lilith orders, “they’ll run out eventually.”

“Hopefully before we do,” Mordecai adds.

The Prototype’s giant foot slams down, grabbing everyone’s attention. It holds its face as if in pain, its large red eye completely shattered.

“Alright, we got this now!” Brick cheers and takes control of Gortys. She begins pounding the Prototype, forcing it to stumble back with each punch. It tries to strike back, but without its eye, it only blindly lashes about. Brick laughs at it as he continues punching.

“Briiiiiick!” August whines, “quit hogging the controls!”

On the ground, Gaige weaves around the giant robot feet on Deathtrap’s back, firing at surrounding Guardians with her SMG. She’s laughing with joy when the Prototype takes a sudden step too close and Deathtrap loses his balance. Gaige drops her gun as they both tumble on the ground and she looks up as Guardians start surrounding her.

“Uh oh,” she croaks.

Two of the Guardians are suddenly knocked down by gunfire. The rest soon follow and Gaige looks up with surprise as two glowing-blue Jack clones stand over her.

“The world just got 25% more handsome,” one of them grins.

“What…”Gaige questions incredulously.

The clones disappear as Timothy emerges next to her. “Hey, you alright?”

“Yeah, thanks,” she replies as she stands up.

“Yikes!” he squeaks as Gortys’ foot slams down a bit too close for comfort. “We gotta move! Come on!”

The two of them quickly run off, joining the rest of the Crimson Raiders behind some buildings.

“I can’t believe you’re alive!” Axton gasps at Timothy. “What are you made of?”

“Like 40% silicone,” he replies.

“Where’s Skies?” Lilith asks.

“She’s fine.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“I know,” Timothy nods as he peeks around the wall. The Guardians are closing in. “The good news is though I didn’t see any other Guardians on my way back, so hopefully this is the last of them.” “Good,” Lilith grunts, “let’s finish this then.”

Everyone finishes reloading and they leap back out.

Meanwhile, Skies is sitting by herself, surrounded by trees and silence. She can just barely hear the gunfire from the nearby fight and the pounding of the robots’ feet so she keeps her eyes closed and focuses on that. She doesn’t let her mind drift or think about the suffocating silence of solitude.

“Hey!”

She nearly jumps out of her skin at Claptrap’s jarring voice as he rolls out of the bushes.

“Wow!” he exclaims, “you really are beat up!”

“I’m just missing an arm and leg,” Skies shrugs, “no biggie.”

“Welp, come on,” he says and reaches for her.

“Hey, what are you-!” Skies starts to protest as he picks her up and sits her on top of his head. Sighing with defeat, she holds onto his chassis as he rolls away.

“Where have you been anyway?” she asks.

“Hiding, waiting for my chance to jump in and be the hero,” Claptrap replies dramatically.

Skies rolls her eyes and sighs again. “Well…thanks for helping me. I’m sure you’d rather be helping your friends.” “You’re my friend too.” She looks at him with surprise. “…why?”

“You saved my life.”

Skies chuckles weakly. “I wish the rest of your friends were so forgiving. Not that I deserve it.”

“You know what you should do?” Claptrap suggests, “say you’re sorry.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah. I screw things up all the time, but I always say I’m sorry, and my friends always forgive me. Or at least they don’t wanna kill me.”

Skies sighs miserably. “I don’t think apologizing will make up for literally torturing Lilith.” “Probably not,” Claptrap agrees, “but it’s a good place to start.”

She blinks with surprise then smiles weakly. “You know, Claptrap, I don’t think people give you enough credit.”

“That’s what I’m saying!”

Back in the fight, the Crimson Raiders are finally seeing an end to the Guardians. The numbers are dwindling and just in time too, because their ammo isn’t far behind. So when they finally take out the final Guardian, everyone lets out a sigh of relief.

“That’s it, right?” Gaige asks.

“Looks like it,” Maya replies.

“Finally,” Axton sighs.

“Now we just have to wait for them,” Lilith says, pointing up at Gortys. “Let’s move to a safer vantage poi-.”

She’s cut off by a bullet through her right shoulder.

“Lilith!” the Crimson Raiders cry as she falls to her knees.

“I’m alright,” she grunts, gripping her arm.

“Who the-?” Mordecai snaps as they turn towards where the bullet came from. Mick Scabbers can be seen in the trees, holding a sniper rifle.

“Scabbers,” Timothy snarls.

The Raiders start to ready their weapons but he stops them. “Hold your fire. He’s mine.”

Everyone shares an uncertain look as Timothy steps forward. “Scabbers! Face me, you coward!”

“Handsome Jack!” Scabbers shouts back. “You and the Firehawk are working together now? You both really are the lowest of the low.”

“I told you, I’m not Handsome Jack!” Timothy barks and whips out a grenade. Scabbers quickly scampers out of the way before it can explode. Timothy fires after him with his SMG. Scabbers fires back with a pistol. Timothy quickly rolls out of the way and ducks behind a tree.

When the shooting stops, Timothy steps out of cover and looks around. Scabbers is nowhere to be seen. Timothy walks forward cautiously, gun raised, watching for the slightest movement. The silence is eerie, especially after the long fire fight that just ended.

A branch snaps behind him. Timothy activates his digi-Jacks and they both point their guns back and fire.

Scabbers screams as the bullets blast through him. He slams back against a tree and falls to the ground, his body now riddled with bullet holes. Gasping painfully, he glares up at Timothy and his clones as they stand over him. The clones disappear as Timothy points his gun at him.

“The name,” he says, “is Timothy Lawrence.”

He shoots, firing a single hole through Scabbers’ head. His body slumps lifeless to the ground.

“Yes! Yes!” Timothy cheers, punching the air. “I’m not Handsome Jack! I’m Timothy freaking Lawrence! I outlived Handsome Jack! Screw you, Jack! I’m Timothy! Woo!”

The Crimson Raiders watch him incredulously as he celebrates.

“Looks like he really needed that,” Loader Bot remarks.

With the ground cleared, that only leaves the giant robot fight, and it’s in Gortys’ favour. The Prototype is unable to fight back because of its missing eye and Brick, Zer0, Krieg, Athena, and August have been taking turns beating it up. They’ve torn apart its metal plating until its endoskeleton is revealed.

Finally, the Prototype can no longer stand, and it falls onto its back, leveling over half of the island’s trees and buildings beneath its weight.

“Hell yeah!” Brick cheers.

“Finally,” August groans.

“Good job, guys!” Gortys chimes.

“Yes,” Athena agrees, “now let’s-.”

“Wait,” Zer0 says, “it’s not over.”

They look back at the Prototype to see its chest plate opening up. A large dial with red numbers rises out. The words ‘Self Destruct Activated’ appear on it as it begins counting down from three minutes.

Everyone stares at it in shock.

“Oh, shit,” Zer0 says.

#borderlands #borderlands 2 #tales from the borderlands #borderlands fanfiction #borderlands au #myocs #myart

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sightlined · 3 years

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@starsassume from [ here ] bc reasons:

Protective action prompts | @sightlined (Billy Russo) [ INTERCEPT ] : sender takes a bullet(s) meant for the receiver (Frank Castle)

“Russo!” Frank’s voice roars down the narrow corridor as he barrels down behind him, gun pointed at his back. He notes the moment Bill freezes, the tensely drawn line of his shoulders before he slowly turns to face him, hands raised. Frank doesn’t give him a moment to recover, closing the distance between them until they are but a mere breath apart, barrel pointing squarely at Russo’s head. Breath is coming rapidly, matching the rapid beat of a heart flooded with adrenaline. Bill’s lips part, and he knows before it comes that there’s something biting waiting on his tongue, but just at that moment Frank sees the shadow of movement over Russo’s shoulder.

One of Russo’s men, judging by the uniform. Only he wasn’t aiming at Frank, SMG lining up to take a clear shot at Bill’s exposed back. Frank doesn’t think, arm coming up to shove Billy roughly into the wall. He feels the impacts to his vest, the sting of a stray bullet finding flesh before the sound of it catches up to him and he grunts as balance fails, stumbling onto a knee at the same time gun raises to fire off two succinct shots at the attacker. As the man falls a pained sound leaves Frank, struggling to stand and he’s lost his advantage on Bill but the point seems moot now.

Whatever fury had been fuelling his quest for vengeance it had been quieted the moment he saw Billy’s life in danger.

He swears under his breath, arm resting against the wall to keep himself upright and when he finally regains composure and deep brown hues land on Bill’s face there’s something determined resting there.

“See, what I can’t figure. Is when did it start? When did you get into bed with the likes of Schoonover and Rollins? Because I keep hearing this voice in my head.” The hand wrapped solidly around his Baretta gestures weakly. “And it’s you, Bill. Back at Kandahar. And I figure.. there’s just no way Billy Russo would turn his back on one of his own. There’s just no way. So I’m thinking, right. I’m thinking it must be me. It must be something I did. Because you wouldn’t betray me, nah… Not you. Not unless I betrayed you first. So whatever it is, Bill.”

He’s making a statement now, gun tossed with a clattering sound to the floor and he pushes off the wall with one smooth movement. He brings himself upright and he knows without looking that blood coats his shirt, his vest. Slick and glistening in the dim lighting off the corridor. They have minutes, maybe, before Homeland storm this building but right now it’s just the two of ‘em. Frank and Bill. Like old times.

“Whatever it is. I’m here, okay. I’m here. You do what you gotta do.”

It was always going to go down ugly, the end of this - the end of them - but there was still the shock of facing down the literal barrel, that split second of eye contact a rougher impact than Frank’s body crashing into him to shove him out of the way. It was so fucking familiar, he didn’t even pull a knife mid-way, though Billy knew it would have been the saner thing to do. Frank Castle made it clear that he was going to put him down, and when Frank made his mind up, there was no stopping the inevitable.

He was coiled and back on his feet the second the brief exchange of bullets fell silent, his own gun gripped firmly through the tac gloves Frank had half-teased him about, what felt like a lifetime ago. Billy’s eyes tracked the dead man on the ground, and a flicker of hesitation passed over his face before he reeled himself back in to neutral. With the fight out of Frank, he had time.

Didn’t really matter, when his life was numbered in however many moments Castle could tolerate him still standing; and now apparently he’d been marked expendable. Rock and a hard place; fall on the panting knife before you, or let a sniper find your skull in their scope a day, four, ten from now when you were taking a piss.

Better the death he knew.

The clatter of Frank’s gun hitting the concrete snapped Billy’s head back up, and he followed the tired line of the soldier’s body to his eyes - always honest, always a clear reflection of his intent. In the comms earpiece, Billy heard coded chatter; Rawlins' mop-up crew didn’t seem to realize he had ears on both frequencies.

“You made your choice when you left me behind, Frank.” It was more honest than he’d allowed himself to be to anyone other than the mother he wasn’t done hating. “I would have followed you anywhere, anywhere,” Billy’s finger jabbed the center of Frank’s vest near where the slug was still buried, “and you fucking know it. But you went the one place you knew I couldn’t.”

That bland suburban kitchen, all filtered golden sunlight, middle-class clutter, the perfect fucking snapshot, if you ignored the screaming rows, the plates shattered, the divide between the veneer and what festered underneath.

Billy didn’t know he was lifting the gun until the muzzle was already nestled against Frank’s belly, that sweet spot between his belt and where the vest ended. Frank, unless he had a good reason, always went for the quick, efficient kill; one of the may things that made them different.

“All I wanted was--”

“Hands up!”

The voice behind them wasn’t one Billy recognized, but it didn’t matter; the one thing he wasn’t going to allow was for Rawlins to finish it his way. In one movement he shoved Frank behind him and down, twisting to raise the gun up enough to fire. It was always going to be too slow; flank exposed, position wrong, he was a target only a moron couldn’t hit. The first two shots got him in the midsection: one entering somewhere beneath his ribs, the other catching the edge of his vest. Billy managed to squeeze off a round - wild, useless - before the third bullet hit him in the thigh and his leg crumpled under him. It was enough of an improvement in the angle that the next two shots Billy fired hit home in the agent’s skull. He clutched uselessly at his side, blood pooling quickly between his fingers, and bared his teeth at Frank over his shoulder.

“Get the fuck out of here! Now!”

#starsassume #|| you didn't let billy take a bullet so i did :D #|| billy russo.#|| v: call signs.

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fairie-gothmother · 4 years

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In The Shadow of Starlight, Part 1: The Fall

A convoy of technical vehicles sped through the desert towards a recently sighted pillar of fire. Octavia looked out the vehicle’s backseat window as they raced toward a rising plume of smoke in the distance. The sun hovered just above the horizon. Orange light cast long shadows that stretched over the dust dunes. Pandora was beautiful when everything on it wasn’t trying to kill you.

It had only been four days since the Calypso Twins had stolen the powers of the legendary Firehawk. Four days! And the Crimson Raiders were responding to distress calls nonstop. Octavia had barely kicked her feet up after returning from the last one before she received the message to rejoin the convoy. Reports poured in from all across the planet. With their limited manpower, it was a struggle to keep up.

So much had changed recently between the warring factions. Octavia recapped the events in her head to keep things straight.

The Calypso Twins were self-proclaimed gods leading a cult called the Children of the Vault. Tryeen Calypso- one of six powerfully magical beings called sirens- could leech the life force from any living thing, draining them until nothing remained but a hollow husk. She managed to absorb the powers belonging to the commander of the Crimson Raiders, another siren named Lilith, famously known as the Firehawk.

Tyreen was having fun with her newly acquired powers by teleporting her brainwashed cultists around everywhere in a telltale pillar of fire, spreading their influence by broadcasting videos of their raids on the Echo net.

Troy Calypso was the propaganda mastermind who operated mostly behind the scenes, editing videos of murderous raids and turning them into slapstick jokes, air horns and all. His weapon of choice was an enormous sword wielded in a cybernetic arm. Although he spent most of his time out of the spotlight, Troy proved to be equally as brutal as his sister.

In short, the Calypsos were powerful monsters with hordes of mindless followers at their disposal, hell-bent on becoming the brightest stars in the sky while watching the universe burn at their feet.

The Crimson Raiders were doing everything they could to keep that from happening. That included Octavia. She fidgeted with the long sleeves of her shirt. Her anxiety sat heavy in her stomach like a chunk of eridium. She held up her arm to check the device attached to her wrist for what must have been the twelfth time. Straps secure, poison darts loaded, compression mechanism functional, safety off. Oops. She flicked the safety switch on and pulled her sleeve back over it. The last thing she needed was to accidentally shoot a poison dart at anyone.

She always hated being asked to come along on these calls. She wasn’t much of a fighter. Ah, who was she kidding? She was damn near useless. Octavia set her medical bag onto her lap to remind herself why they needed her there. The Crimson Raiders fought the bad guys, and Octavia patched up the good guys. She didn’t claim to be a doctor, nor was she legally allowed to. She was an herbalist. Ever since Dr. Zed went missing, Octavia stepped in as the primary medic. What she wouldn’t give to be back in her greenhouse right now.

Lilith looked back from the driver’s seat. “I know that look. Are you psyching yourself out?”

“As always. Is it that obvious?” Octavia thought she was holding herself together better than last time. Of course, Lilith always picked up on little things like that. Not much gets past the commander of the Crimson Raiders. Maybe intuition comes with the job.

Lilith smiled. “Don’t worry, it’ll be fine. We’ll clean up this mess and be back up in Sanctuary in no time.” Her golden eyes glinted as she drove, fiery red hair slightly muted with dust that settled everywhere on this planet. It was still strange to see uniformly fair skin on her arm which was once wrapped in blue glowing siren marks. No one called Lilith the Firehawk anymore, avoiding what that implied. Even though she was no longer a siren, she continued to live up to her legendary status.

The technical’s radio crackled. “We’re almost there,” said a female voice. “Let’s stop here outside the entrance.”

There already? Octavia looked out the window at the camp before them. Its high scrap metal fence made it impossible to see inside. The Children of the Vault were probably tearing the place apart shouting the Twin Gods’ praises.

Lilith picked up the radio’s microphone and responded, “Copy that, Maya.” The technical came to a stop. Lilith grabbed an SMG from the passenger’s seat. Turning once again to Octavia, she asked, “You ready?”

Octavia squeaked, “As ready as I’ll ever be.” She gulped in an attempt to force her heart down from her throat and opened the door.

Before them stood a rundown camp that looked abandoned. Smoke billowed from inside. It was relatively quiet. No bandits screaming, no gun fire, no explosions; just a distant metallic screech. Crimson Raider soldiers filed out of the technicals parked beside them.

Lieutenant Cramer stood at the ready. He was an older man that exuded pure military discipline. If you got out of line, he was the one to whip you back into shape. And he enjoyed doing it.

Maya’s electric blue hair and siren marks made her stand out like an orchid the desert. A hood was pulled over her head, coat flowing behind her in the breeze as she walked swiftly over to Lilith.

“Strange, it’s never this calm,” said Maya.

“Stay on your toes. By now, we should know better than to underestimate them,” Lilith warned.

Once the whole group gathered around, Lilith gave everyone their instructions. “Maya, you and I will stay outside with teams Beta and Charley. Octavia, wait in the technical, and be on standby. Lieutenant Cramer, take team Alpha through the front gate. Stay alert and keep an eye out for survivors. I wanna see everyone back in Sanctuary at the end of the day. Let’s do this.” The soldiers spread out. Lilith gave a nod to Lieutenant Cramer. The battle scarred veteran nodded in acknowledgement. He began giving orders to his team and used hand gestures that Octavia wasn’t familiar with.

Octavia climbed into the front seat of the technical as instructed. She took a deep breath steadying her nerves. She was definitely going to her greenhouse for some kragweed after this. The view from the windshield gave a better vantage point of the area. She gripped her dart gun concealed on her wrist, praying she wouldn’t have to use it.

Team Alpha was about to make their move when Cramer held up his fist signaling to halt. The screeching sound had grown so loud it made Octavia want to grind her teeth together. Maya held her hand in front of her, fingertips sparking and siren marks flaring to life. All eyes and guns were on the entrance prepared to meet what was about to emerge. Showtime. The gates swung open.

The hunched figure of a man limped out dragging a heap of machinery behind him. Wires sparked from the twisted metal as it scraped along the ground. Upon first glance, it was easy to miss that the machinery was actually attached to the man; a cybernetic arm that threatened to tear itself from the shoulder. Blood stained the dirt behind him in a dotted trail as he hobbled forward. The screeching stopped when the figure paused and looked up. Oh, shit.

Lilith’s eyes widened in horror. “What the hell,” she whispered under her breath.

Troy Calypso.

The once mighty God King himself stood before them in a mangled mess. He’d been stripped of his ornate coat and oversized sword. His ribs slid feebly beneath tanned skin as his breath rattled inside his bare chest. The iconic side-swooped hairstyle had fallen; his black hair soaked in blood and stuck to the side of his face. One side of his modified jaw slacked as if hanging from a broken hinge.

Octavia had briefly seen Troy in the cult’s live streams. Countless people died at this man’s hands as he laughed and broadcast their deaths. That same man now stood in front of them broken and bleeding, and Octavia was paralyzed with shock.

She jumped as Lilith broke the silence. Lilith called out to him, “What happened?”

Troy lifted his gaze. His icy blue eyes scanned across the teams of Raiders, passing over Octavia making her blood run cold. After focusing on Lilith, he cocked his head to the side and started to laugh which quickly turned into a wet cough. He gasped for air, then spat onto the ground. Gold capped canines glinted through a bloody smirk. “What, this?” He glanced down to his mechanical arm as it popped sending a shower of sparks bursting from it. “Ah, y’know. Got denounced, excommunicated, and left for dead in the middle of nowhere. How was your day?”

Lilith was stunned. She seemed to be at a loss for words at his flippant response. The expression on her face was more confusion than fear. Octavia wished she could say to same for herself.

Maya pressed further, “Excommunicated? Are you saying you got thrown out of the Children of the Vault?”

“Yeah, well. Guess I overstepped my boundaries with the God Queen. She labeled me a heretic, and our followers turned on me. Not really much I could do to fight back. Must be nice,” Troy pointed to Maya with his remaining human arm covered in unmistakable red glowing marks, “to be a functional siren.”

No, it couldn’t be. Troy Calypso was a siren? Octavia was far from being an expert, but it was common knowledge that sirens were always female. This would make the first male siren known in history. Male sirens were unheard of, thought to be impossible.

Maya lowered her voice to Lilith, speaking just loud enough for Octavia to overhear. “This doesn’t feel right. It could be a trap. What do we do?” They didn’t seem to be surprised at this revelation. Did they already know?

“I’m not sure. He’s in pretty bad shape. Do you think Tyreen would do this to her own brother to pull one over on us?” Lilith concluded.

‘Pretty bad shape’ was a drastic understatement. No one would willingly do this to themselves, especially someone as egocentric as Troy. Something was definitely off here. He must have done something pretty bad to get disowned and banished by his twin sister. Octavia shuddered at the thought.

Octavia jumped from the vehicle. Lilith and Maya turned to her after hearing her feet hit the dirt. “If he doesn’t get medical attention soon, he’s going to die,” Octavia interjected. “The COV is unpredictable, but I don’t think they’d go so far as to beat one of their Gods within an inch of his life just to trick us.” After receiving questioning looks, she added, “Th-that’s just my opinion.”

Lilith was quiet for a moment, deep in thought before reaching a decision. “Bring him in for questioning.”

“Are you kidding me?!” Maya’s voice echoed. After being shushed by Lilith, she continued in a strained whisper, “This guy is dangerous. There’s no way we can take him to Sanctuary. He could be lying.”

“Then we keep a close eye on him.” Lilith returned her attention to Troy. He hadn’t moved, standing in a growing pool of blood and oil. He simply waited for the Crimson Raiders to decide his fate as if he lacked the strength to do anything else. “Octavia, can you keep him from bleeding out?”

“Of course,” she responded. That was her job, and she was damn good at it. Although- “I don’t know much about cybernetics.”

“We should talk to Ellie. Luckily, she’s stationed at an outpost nearby. We’ll take Troy there until we can decide how to move forward,” said Lilith. “Hey, don’t look at me like that. We’ll figure it out.”

Maya stopped glaring as if she didn’t realize she was doing it. “Sorry,” she said and directed the glare at Troy instead.

What the hell were they getting into?

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Hello, Tumblr! I hope you enjoyed part 1 of my new ‘In The Shadow Of Starlight’ series. Shout out to @border-spam for the Calypso Twins Prompts. ‘Heretic’ was such a huge inspiration that it influenced me to create an entire story of my own. (All the shorts can also be found on their AO3.) I will post a few more chapters regardless, but if enough of you like the series, I’ll keep it going.

Thanks for reading my garbage!

#troy calypso #borderlands3 #redemption #fanfic #fanfiction #Troy #calypso #au #in the shadow of starlight

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thetriggeredhappy · 4 years

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a little drabble (about 1.5k words) based on some speeding bullet headcanons made by @vygravirovannyy because they have good taste and they said i was allowed to write fic for it so here y’all go. the ship is sniperscout, warnings for mention of alcohol and this being like completely unedited.

Oddly enough, every hint the team ever got was because of Sniper’s shooting glasses.

Most of the team half-confused them for regular sunglasses purely on the basis of Sniper damn near never taking them off—he wore them indoors, on trips to the market, and, hell, they were often the second thing Sniper put on immediately following his towel when they were all stepping out of the locker rooms post-match. They, combined with the mumbling, the smoking, the long spans of silence, all very much lent Sniper a brooding atmosphere, a seriousness.

A seriousness that, all at once, it seemed that Scout stopped believing to be true.

He started, what felt like all of a sudden, buzzing in his little circles around Sniper, making far-too-obvious attempts at conversation, jokes, laughs. And Sniper was silent, letting him do his various jokes and laughs, but largely not interacting. The team agreed amongst themselves that one day soon, Sniper would snap on the boy and send him through Respawn once or twice to get him to piss off. He’d done it before, mostly for the infractions on his personal space of “messing with his glasses”, first at Soldier (who indeed probably would’ve broken them), then at Demo (who was just doing a joke), and Pyro (who genuinely had just been curious).

Then one day, in front of the whole team, about half an hour before battle, Scout moved to do yet another joke in a fruitless attempt at making Sniper laugh, and he reached up and plucked the glasses right from his face.

Several members of the team froze. Others noted the energy that had gone over the room and looked around for the source.

Scout, by the time most of the others had caught on, had slid the glasses onto his face and started in on his latest but, doing a terrible, Boston-flavored imitation of Sniper’s accent, saying a few of the phrases that usually seemed to come out of Sniper’s mouth during battle.

Sniper’s knife hung at one of his sides, his SMG at his other. It wouldn’t even be hard to take Scout down just then, especially since he was largely unarmed and clearly not expecting retaliation.

But Scout turned out to be right. The only response from Sniper was broken eye contact, a little shove on the shoulder, some murmured phrase. Scout laughed, and moved to slide the glasses back into place, and apologized for spooking him.

Apologized. Apologized. Scout of all people apologized.

Medic and Engie raised their eyebrows at each other. Demo averted his eyes with a pointed look towards Heavy, and sipped from his bottle.

The second hint wasn’t in front of everyone, it was just in front of about half of the team, the remainder that were present at a little celebration bonfire. Pyro was there, and Demo was there, and Engie was talking to Heavy when he noticed what was going on, falling silent mid-sentence.

Scout had been relatively quiet for a few minutes, alcohol having smoothed him down a bit, sipping from his bottle and staring off into space. Next to him, Sniper had fallen asleep at some point, hat tucked down, arms behind his head, leaned back against the same log Scout had picked. All at once Scout was looking, then leaning over towards him, and Engie opened his mouth to tell Scout to stop, don’t wake him up or do whatever other ridiculous thing he was thinking just then.

But Scout didn’t, just gingerly sliding the sunglasses off of his face, folding them carefully, hanging them on the collar of Sniper’s shirt. A muscle in Sniper’s face tightened, and Scout just as lightly tugged the brim of his hat down until his eyes were shielded from the light of the fire. The muscle smoothed back out again, and Scout looked at him for a few long, long seconds, something difficult to read on his face.

Then he looked up and saw Engie and Heavy watching them, and he leaned back to his original position, staring pointedly off in the other direction and going back to his beer.

The last hint wasn’t even so much a hint towards the puzzle, more of... a solution, the page you flip to when you want to check your work, or maybe to cheat. And Pyro was the only one to see it, and was sworn to secrecy shortly after, so there wasn’t really anyone who could mind the cheating.

It was very late, and Pyro was stress-baking on account of a few too many arguments between teammates combined with a particularly ridiculous episode of The Brady Bunch. The TV set was still on in the other room, with Scout, Sniper, and Demo all sat around watching whatever was on it. The telltale snoring from the couch signified that Demo was very much asleep, and there was a murmuring just barely audible over those two noises.

Pyro thought they heard their name for whatever reason, and ducked their head out to investigate, and then became very quiet.

Scout and Sniper were stood very close together, talking quietly. Sniper had each of his hands at a terribly respectful place at the midpoint between Scout’s hips and his waist, and Scout’s hands were in turn clinging to the front of Sniper’s shirt, undoubtedly wrinkling it, almost untucking it from his pants with how he was twisting fretfully.

All at once, Scout’s hands loosened, and he reached up to pull the glasses from Sniper’s face, holding them loosely at his side as he looked over Sniper’s face. Sniper broke eye contact at once, gaze falling to the floor at their side.

“Look at me,” Scout all but whined, tipping Sniper’s chin back up towards his own face. “I wanna see you.”

Sniper seemed like he had something to say about that, but Scout still had two fingers crooked beneath his chin, so he just closed his mouth again.

“You’ve got pretty eyes,” Scout murmured after a quiet moment.

“Right, mate,” Sniper replied, the corner of his mouth ticking up.

“No, really. This real nice greenish-grey sorta color. It looks good.” Scout shifted on his feet, only slightly. “You look good.”

Sniper’s mouth ticked up just that much further, and his gaze flicked away again.

“Nah, c’mon, look at me. Just for a little bit, okay?” Scout said, almost pleading, hand falling to take hold of the collar of his shirt.

“You know I’m no good at that,” Sniper protested, almost under his breath, and Pyro really had to strain to hear the next sentence, only catching the latter half of it. “...too intense.”

“Well, sometimes intense can be good, y’know, in little bursts,” Scout said, and tugged his collar a little. “Please? For me?”

And Sniper took a slow, even breath, shoulders rising and falling in a gentle wave, and moved to look Scout in the eyes dead-on.

Sniper said something else just then, a moment later, but apparently even Scout couldn’t hear it. “What was that?” he asked.

Sniper said it again, and Pyro still didn’t hear it, but Scout laughed. “Well, nobody’s stopping you, huh?” he replied, and tugged his collar again, and Sniper bent down to kiss him.

A moment later, the shades slipped and fell right out of Scout’s hand, clattering to the ground.

They broke apart in an instant, and Scout was gasping, horrified, scrambling to pick them back up in the same moment that Sniper froze entirely. He was babbling out apologies, and Sniper just gently took the glasses, looking over them carefully.

“Are they alright?” Scout all but demanded.

Sniper hesitated. “There’s... a scuff on the lense,” he admitted, clearly trying very hard to keep his voice even.

And Scout was apologizing again, so feverishly, and Sniper was repeating a steady mantra of “it’s fine, it’s alright Scout, it’s fine, I can fix it, it’s fine—“ until he looked over and saw Pyro and froze up. Scout followed his line of sight and froze up very similarly.

“Oh. Hey, Mumbles,” Scout said. “Uh. Sorry about the noise.”

Pyro waved him off, giving a few words of comfort.

“You, uh... what, baking or somethin’ like that?” Scout asked, nervous energy running through his hands and making him fidget.

Pyro nodded and gave an affirmation.

“Cool, cool.” Silence. “Uh, how long you been standing there?”

Pyro shrugged and gave a loose reply.

“Uh... so you saw... the, uh...” Scout stammered, and suddenly he was having trouble keeping eye contact, too.

Pyro nodded, and was suddenly met with the combined babbling of both Scout and Sniper, first making excuses, then making admissions, then demanding Pyro’s secrecy.

They agreed without too much thought, and said, well, they hadn’t seen a thing, really, just Scout helping Sniper with his glasses, wasn’t that right? And both Scout and Sniper had nodded and agreed far too much, and that was that.

Until they did that in front of everyone else, Pyro figured, which they probably would. It was only a matter of time.

#speeding bullet #sniperscout #tf2 #team fortress 2 #shut up me #my fanfiction #my writing #yeah i was the anon that asked if i could write fic. because i am a Coward and only ever go on anon #uhhhhhhhhhh enjoy

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lovelifeandlindsay · 4 years

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And if today, all you did was hold yourself together, I am proud of you

It has been a year and a half since I’ve blogged (sad, I know). Every year or so, something big happens to me personally and/or in the world we are living in.

As of today, Sunday April 5th 2020, I am feeling the changing effects both personally and globally as we are living through this pandemic (check out my blog post from September 10, 2017 called Re-Building that has a similar theme - albeit no pandemic)

My last blog post in October of 2018 was when I left Austin and moved to Phoenix. It was a few months before I turned 40 and I had never had so many changes fired at me so rapidly in my life. As much as I loved Austin, I was missing my parents and sister and nieces who were all now settled permanently in Vegas. I wasn’t quite ready to return back to Vegas (Austin really changed the person I was when I left Vegas in 2013), so I headed to Phoenix, where my best friend was living. I figured it would be a good mix of some place new and being closer to Vegas.

My entire year in Phoenix was one of the biggest transitions of my life. I had gone from a solid network in Austin and making good money as an apartment locator/rental agent. I started over knowing no one but my best friend, got a job as a leasing manager for an apartment community, and started the education to obtain my Arizona real estate license. The national portion of the exam was not too bad but the state portion of the test was one of the hardest tests I have ever taken in my entire life. I failed not once, not twice but THREE TIMES and then they then decided to change the test AGAIN so that national and state were combined into one test. SO I HAD TO TAKE THE ENTIRE THING OVER AGAIN. I studied my @** off becoming so obsessed with this pursuit that I studied every chance I could, took prep classes and then finally passed! Heartbreakingly, I couldn’t pursue real estate full-time though because of my full-time job so I did what I could shadowing experienced agents and taking classes on my days off.

I’ll try to summarize the next 6 months...I had a falling out with my best friend, one whom I thought would be my forever friend; we were friends for over 16 years. The love of my life drove out from Austin and we tried to live with each other but it just didn’t work...He left and I was heart-broken. I fell into a deep depression. I could hardly do anything. I cried all day and could hardly get out of bed. To be honest, I was surprised that I actually held a job but I guess that was the only thing I looked forward to. I had to seek out professional help and I did, with every painful step. Fast forward to end of summer and I started getting better. With the help of a great therapist, I decided the best decision for me was to move back to Vegas and be close to my family. I needed the support and I wanted to be in their lives.

Once again, I started studying for my real estate license in Nevada (yeah, I know) but luckily Nevada is a reciprocal state and it wasn’t nearly as hard as obtaining my Arizona license. So I am on my 3rd real estate license (TX, AZ, NV) which is pretty cool! As of Decemember of last year I am with SMG Realty working alongside my dear friend Roosevelt, who has been an amazing friend and mentor. Just as I was gaining some momentum THIS HAPPENED...THE CORONAVIRUS PANDEMIC.

Never in my 41 years of life have I experienced something like this! Never in my dad’s (almost) 68 years of life has he experienced something like this! It is a scary time to read about people dying and to be in the dark about such a deadly virus. The world has shut down and we are now all globally going through this together. It has been challenging adapting to this new normal and during this isolated quarantine period I am once again struggling to fight depression.

However, as scary as this is, there have been some positives coming out of quarantine. We are entering a new world. What is special is that it’s a collective experience, not just an individual one. We are being brought back down to the basics, having to be resourceful and find simple ways of exercising, eating and connecting with others! I am also rediscovering my love for reading and writing which were my passions as a kid.

On a personal level the message that has really hit home to me is that there is always going to be a problem, a crisis that is going to hit your life. But you will figure it out, you will get through it and you will be stronger than ever in the long run. It is inevitable that nothing is perfect but EVERYTHING works out the way it is supposed to. Those thoughts have prepared me now for ANYTHING in life no matter how difficult they may be. Through sickness and in health.

I am here for those that need me just as people have helped me when I needed it. Mostly I pray for those sick to recover, that everyone stay healthy and I thank those on the front lines in the healthcare industry and those in the food industry that give us access to food (and honestly some days that is all I look forward to!)

We will get through is! And we will be better than ever. Remember to be gentle with yourself and others. There is only so much we can control..

And if today, all you did was hold yourself together, I am proud of you.

#life #quarantine #coronavirus #pandemic #transformation #cycleoflife

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ettadunham · 5 years

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A Buffy rewatch 3x21 Graduation Day Part 1

aka give us a kiss with a fist

Welcome to this dailyish text post series where I will rewatch an episode of Buffy and rant about it in 10-3k words. What you can expect: long run-on sentences and disjointed observations, often focused on one tiny detail about the episode. What you shouldn’t be expecting: actual reviews that make sense.

And today’s episode has a lot of everything, but I guess I’ll mainly just talk about Buffy and Faith. It’s been like 5 days since my last Fuffy rant anyway.

First of all, I wanna give a shout out to the anon namedropping the Still Pretty podcast into my inbox the other day. Congrats, I binged through the s1-s2 discussions already, and while I often don’t agree with a lot of points, it also put me into this weirdly critical headspace now. So there’s that.

But you know what, we’re gonna ignore a lot of that. There’s a lot of cool stuff in Graduation Part 1 that I like, even with some of those positively weird and questionable slices.

I mean the whole argument between Buffy and Angel is basically just reminding me that I too just want this to be done now? And you know what, here’s a hot take - Angel had no business there with Buffy on that crime scene. She didn’t want him there, she didn’t need him there, so of course she was annoyed with him. She doesn’t need to be the mature one when he’s the one adding nothing to this operation.

I also have a lot of mixed feelings about Anya and Xander at this point. The writing just went from 0 to 100 on the whole Anya likes Xander subplot and it’s weird.

Okay, over to some of the stuff I liked.

Buffy and Joyce’s scene here paints a nice picture of how far they’ve come. There’s something sweet about Joyce understanding what her daughter needs. Even if it is her staying away. (Which also somewhat foreshadows Joyce’s minimized role in the upcoming season.)

The difference between where they were at the end of s2 and s3 is also palpable if you look at the ever-present coming out metaphor.

Buffy: Mom, I know that sometimes you wish I were different. Joyce: Buffy, no.

Speaking of which, here’s also some delightfully out of context Bi Buffy reference for you all:

Willow (to Buffy): You can’t do both? Xander: Both what?

She can and she will, of course. But that’s for when I decide to re-read season 8 comics. I don’t know if there’s enough rant to cover all the nonsense in those though...

Buffy also has a lot of opinions about the Council, and that made me cheer. It’s so weird that we’re even now still treating the Council like this authoritative force, when Buffy pretty much told them to fuck off in Helpless. Now she’s just making it more official.

Wesley: The Council's orders are to concentrate on... Buffy: Orders? I don't think I'm gonna be taking any more orders.

Love that for my girl.

I guess in that context Buffy turning her back on the council isn’t necessarily about them, but about her turning her back on authority in general. Buffy saw the order and the system under which the world operates and she rejects it. She is here to carve out her own way, to truly “graduate”.

Meanwhile Faith has surrendered herself to the system and the Mayor’s authority. But there’s also nuance in that choice, thanks to the relationship the two develop along the way. Faith is following orders, but she’s also doing things her own way, and she clearly craves the direction she has thanks to the Mayor’s tutoring. There appears to be genuine affection between them, and much like between Buffy and Giles, a textual father-daughter relationship.

Faith even opens up a bit, talking about her mother and her childhood. During those moments was when I wondered about the Mayor’s treatment of her the most. He doesn’t seem to push her to talk and open up more about those experiences, and part of me wants to think that it’s because the Mayor has Ascension on his mind, and doesn’t actually have that much of a genuine care for Faith and to connect with those parts of her... On the other hand, pushing Faith to open up is a guarantee for her to shut down, and he probably knows that.

It’s... a tough line. Because I do think that the Mayor loves Faith, but it’s closer to the kind of love vampires have for each other, than truly selfless love. In my opinion, he mostly wants to mold Faith into the daughter he wishes to have in her.

Mayor: You look lovely. Perfect for the Ascension. Any boys that manage to survive will be lining up to ask you out. Faith: It just isn't me, though.

I know, Faith. The Mayor is so weirdly obsessed and heteronormative about Faith’s love life, he really is like any classically hellish parental figure.

Which brings us to Faith’s real obsession: Buffy.

I like that while we’re showing Faith seemingly relaxed about her whole position with the Mayor, we also see her murdering a punching bag, and having those half-finished sentences about her childhood. Despite everything, you still get the sense that there’s a lot of stuff going under the surface that Faith isn’t dealing with.

Having seen Five by Five also changes the entire context of the fight scene between Faith and Buffy. It of course begins with an innuendo, as all fights between the two do, but the end is what truly sets the mood and leaves me with a deep impression.

As Faith stands there at the edge of the balcony after Buffy stabs her, telling her ‘what a ride’ it was... You get the sense that this is how Faith saw it end all along. She’s been falling ever since she betrayed Buffy, and it was only ever going to end one way.

Giles tells Buffy that Faith ‘has her at a disadvantage’, because she’s willing to kill or whatever, but I don’t think that was ever true. Faith may kill people, but it’s not because she’s motivated. She’s certainly not motivated to kill Buffy.

Faith is just... going through the motions. She’s lost all her drive. Nothing seems to penetrate her heart.

Buffy on the other hand is highly motivated to save Angel. And that is the ultimate blow to Faith. Faith being in love with Buffy has been the rapidly textual subtext for the entire season, even if the Mayor of course tried to retcon it into Faith wanting Angel, or some other nonsense. But textual or subtextual, Faith’s actions were always about Buffy, one way or another.

And here Buffy is, ready to kill Faith in the hope of saving Angel’s life. That’s how little Buffy seemed to have cared about Faith in the end.

I’m not sure how much that played into Faith’s mental state, but I do believe that at this point, she was just tired. She was ready for it to end, much like in that haunting, unforgettable scene at the end of Five by Five.

And yet even then, she did one last favor for Buffy. She chose to take that last fall on her own terms.

There is an interesting question of what Buffy would’ve done if Faith didn’t take away that choice from her. When she stabs Faith, you can see the pure shock and horror on her face as it dawns on her what she’s done. Sure, she went to Faith’s place with this exact goal, but she wasn’t truly prepared to kill. And certainly not to kill Faith.

You can see in SMG’s face throughout this whole sequence, how horrified she is. Which definitely makes me think that she probably would’ve taken Faith to the hospital herself after that... but on the other hand, it’s Angel. And we’ve seen time and time again how much Buffy was willing to give up, even of herself for him. That was sort of the point of their whole relationship falling apart - the fact that they were constantly on the verge of losing themselves in each other.

So I find this a fascinating what-if scenario that I don’t know the answer to. Buffy killing Faith for Angel in that moment would’ve fundamentally changed her character. And I can’t say with certainty, that she wouldn’t have gone through with it after the shock subsided.

That’s why I love Faith for taking away that choice from Buffy. Because even if she were to die, her taking that jump meant that she would’ve died for nothing here, becoming a constant reminder and warning for Buffy about taking a life.

Killing another human being should be pointless and horrifying. That’s the lesson Faith chooses to teach Buffy in what could’ve been her final moments.

Meanwhile on Less Fucked Up Relationship Land, we have Oz and Willow “panicking”. I love them and they’re delightful, and I don’t have much else to say about that, other than that’s at least something much lighter to close on.

Sadly, I’ll probably only get to watch Part 2 about a week from now, but at least I’ll have plenty to process up until then.

#buffy rewatch 2k19 #btvs talk #btvs

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More Questions Than Answers - Featuring Kat

Since I completed @cawolters Girls, Girls, Girls tag prompt on Friday for Kat (a character from MQTA), I thought it might be a good idea to re-post an excerpt from that story for you all - especially as it was last year when I first posted this and before a lot of you started following me!

This is a random scene which is currently planned to be a flashback (yeah, I know, but sometimes we need them) from late on in the book. Strangely for me, there’s not a huge amount of dialogue in this one, but it is much more of a narrative / action sequence although it is currently unfinished (and very much draft 0 / 1 stage).

The extract is under the cut. Trigger warnings for: violence, blood, death, swearing, cultists.

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Contrary to what many people thought, Kat had always felt that waiting was the easiest part. It was only when action was called for that carefully considered plans tended to fall apart and quickly turn into crap. She lay motionless in a large branch of a tree, observing the comings and goings around her. There’d been a lot of activity in the couple of hours since she’d set herself up in her current roost, and none of it looked good. There was definitely something large planned for tonight, and while it vindicated her source, it disturbed her greatly given the group that she was now dealing with. On the surface they seemed to be another bunch of disaffected, slightly odd eccentrics but there was something else about them now that Kat couldn’t put her finger on, and that worried her. A lot. She slowly let out a breath while she scanned over her field of vision, limited by the mass of branches and new growth that was also serving to keep her out of sight - well, that and the fact she was dressed completely in black against a pitch black night. She stopped her panning across the vista below her and held her breath. ‘Shit’ she thought as she caught sight of what she’d been dreading - not just handguns, but some SMGs and the odd assault rifle and shotgun. And here she was with just a pistol (unsilenced, sadly) and an extendible baton… Okay, she had a few little surprises planned as well, but she had the definite feeling that the time for waiting was rapidly disappearing and the time for things to go to shit were rushing at her. The problem with the robes that cultists (let’s call them what they are, shall we?) tend to be drawn to is that they can cover a multitude of concealed weapons… The advantage of them is that they can also get in the way if you’re not used to fighting in them - very much a double-edged sword.

Kat released the rest of the breath slowly and noiselessly, and resumed her surveillance with a renewed focus. After another half an hour or so, the mood seemed to switch - lights came on in the clearing ahead of her, drowning out the (oh-so-traditional) flaming torches, and a large number of the cultists who’d been patrolling the woods moved inwards toward the clearing. This was both good and bad - good in that when she came to make her move, she’d stand a better chance of getting there unnoticed; bad because when she got there, she thought all hell would break loose. Possibly literally. She took another look around the clearing and saw her main target - clearly identifiable in the showy robes and carrying … yes, one of the stolen books in his hands. It was an ugly looking thing, and very likely bound in human skin - always de-rigour for true tomes of any standing. She took a minute to make her mental inventory of where her baton, pistol and spare clips were, along with her other toys, and slid the sight she’d been using back into her belt (wishing that she had the rifle that went with it).

Kat glanced around her, saw that the remaining guards were further out in the woods, and slid herself gracefully and silently back down the tree using barely noticeable hand and foot holds. Once back on the ground, she slid the baton out of her belt and readied it in her right hand. “Repeat after me: We are not at home to Mr Fuckup.” she whispered to herself, a familiar mantra in these situations. She slid through the gloom, her feet managing to pick their way through the odd fallen branch and other woodland detritus almost of their own accord. She stopped behind the trunk of a tree as she heard the sound of footsteps approaching her. She held her breath and waited until the footsteps were directly on the other side of the tree, readying herself to keep the tree between her and the guard. Unexpectedly the footsteps stopped, followed by a brief grunting and the sound of layers of clothing brushing past each other. Silence followed for a moment, then the sound of a stream of fluid hitting the tree and the undergrowth below it. 'You have got to be kidding me.’ Kat thought, keeping her breathing as shallow as possible. The stream started to subside, then stopped for a second, and started up again back at full force. 'Why do I have to get the one with the horse’s bladder?’ Kat fumed silently, waiting for the flow to stop, studiously ignoring the occasional spray that flew past the side of the tree. Kat’s head span round and she peered into the gloom behind her. A second later there was the sound of a distant crunch in that direction. Another guard was heading this way… She weighed up her options quickly and span round the tree trunk, flipping the baton out as she went. The guard never knew what hit him - one second he was (still) in mid flow, the next something connected with the back of his head in a blur and he went down like a puppet whose strings had been cut, smacking his forehead on the trunk on the way down. She swore to herself, and hoped it would be written off as clumsiness as she slid back into the darkness. 'We are not at home to Mr Fuckup. We are not at home to Mr Fuckup.’ Kat’s mantra ran through her head as she slipped silently from shadow to shadow, closing in on the clearing and the potential home of Mr Fuckup.

Kat’s progress had slowed to a crawl, as she could hear more voices than she was comfortable with in the clearing ahead - plus the fact that the cultists had rigged up some electric lights in the clearing, rather than using the traditional flaming torches. In some ways, it was nice to see them starting to embrace a few modern touches, but in others their use of lights and firearms was positively annoying. She was taking stock of her position and definitely not liking the odds. A wide open clearing was one thing, but having a crowd of potentially gun-toting cultists was something else. She’d known coming into this that they were more well organised than most, hence why she’d recced the area well ahead and had set up some insurance policies in case Mr Fuckup and his extended family came to stay after all. She let out her breath slowly, camped out underneath a couple of bushes and waited for her opportunity to move to a good vantage point. She’d spotted a likely looking tree on her way to these bushes - she remembered that it overlooked the clearing perfectly and was luckily not being illuminated by the pesky lights. She could also decamp from it in a hurry, which made it her best option - other than trying the old 'disguise’ ploy, which was really like hanging out a sign for the Fuckups to come stay.

The flow of bodies into the clearing stopped, and Kat scanned where the guards where. It looked like she should be able to make it to and up into her tree in between their rounds, provided there were no surprises. She saw the guard nearest her walk away and counted the seconds away mentally. Reaching 15, she slid from under the bushes and across to a fallen trunk, pausing for a count of 4, then dashed over to the tree barely making any noise. As she reached the tree, instead of stopping she leapt up and grabbed hold of a sturdy branch about two feet above her head, swinging herself up onto it in one fluid motion. Quickly glancing around and now counting down from 20, she shimmied up the trunk and onto the large branch that she’d spied on her recce - big enough to hold her, with a slight depression in the middle of it as if two branches had grown together years ago, and enough foliage to keep her away from all but the most curious observer. '4.. 3.. 2.. 1..’ her mental countdown ended just as the guard returned on his path, directly under her new hiding place. She granted herself a quick flicker of a grin, then her face went back to pure concentration as she slid her scope back out and settled in to see what was in store with tonight’s show. 'Please be amateurs, please be amateurs’ Kat thought to herself, scanning the scene in the clearing. 'Ah fuck.’ Tonight was not to be as simple as Kat had been hoping. The clearing looked far too organised for these guys to be complete amateurs. There was a makeshift altar set up in the middle, and atop it was a knife on a silk cushion that caused a chill to run down Kat’s spine. It looked ancient, and it looked like it had seen an awful lot, but the edges of it gleamed as if they could split daylight. 'Obsidian? How?’ Kat thought to herself, but that was just the start. On another cushion was an old book that could have been leather bound - at least she hoped it was - and she swore as she couldn’t see anything on it to determine the title of it from. Either in front or behind the makeshift altar there was an area roughly 7 feet in diameter that was completely empty, even the undergrowth had been removed from it leaving just bare earth. Worrying enough, but there was also a ring of something stark white delineating it that gave it just that extra edge of worry - particularly as it was a bloody perfect circle. 'This just gets better and better’ Kat thought, frowning. Glancing back at the altar, Kat caught sight of something that was currently covered with a piece of silk. She couldn’t make out exactly what it could be, but it looked to have the top of a sphere. 'Curiouser and curiouser…’ Her frown briefly morphed into a quizzical look, then back to the frown. Satisfied that she had the lay of the land by the altar, she scanned over the rest of the clearing and could see a wide circle of guards around the edge of the clearing, all evenly spaced and with conspicuous bulges under their robes. At least they were in good positions to benefit from her planned surprises. Off to one side she could see a group of five cultists surrounding what looked, based on the fancier robes, like the MC for the evening. He seemed to be carrying something, but between the foliage in front of her and the group around him, she couldn’t make out what it was other than it looked heavy.

Kat lowered the scope from her right eye and risked a quick glance at her watch - if they went with tradition, then she had another 15 minutes before the show began. She closed her eyes briefly and offered a silent prayer to keep Mr you-know-who and family at bay, opened her eyes again then lifted the scope back up and settled in to see what was going to unfold.

15 minutes later… The witching hour.

'It’s usually nice to see traditions maintained, but just for once I’d like to see some originality.’ Kat thought to herself as the focus shifted to the MC, as he walked across the clearing towards the altar, still surrounded by his inner circle of five. As he reached the altar and the five separated to take up positions behind him, with the empty circle in front of the altar, she now saw all too clearly what he was carrying. 'Good evening Mr Fuckup, so nice you could make it.’ she thought to herself, trying to resist the urge to bolt from the tree and get as far away from this damned place as possible. It was an ancient tome, clearly bound in what was almost definitely human skin, and she’d seen enough of the title to realise that it could only mean the night was going to hell and very likely in the literal sense. It was widely rumoured to contain a large number of incantations for a variety of summonings, but some were for the type of creatures that viewed humans as playthings at best, and mere annoyances to be swatted aside at worst. How this group had managed to get their hands on it was anyone’s guess, but it was highly likely to be the result of one of the thefts of antiquities and occult-related items that had taken place over the last few months. Kat consciously tried to relax her muscles back from their current state of high tensile steel, but couldn’t stop herself repeating the same word over and over again in her mind 'fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck’. She forced herself to breathe almost normally, and was able to form a coherent thought - if she managed to get out of this alive (doubtful at the moment), she’d make her informant about tonight wish he’d never been born, and to pray for a quick death. Her focus returned to the altar, and she saw that the mystery object had now been revealed - a crystal ball on a mahogany stand. She blinked and adjusted the focus of the scope to get a closer look, ignoring the litany that had started. It was obviously old, and had a strange pearlescence about it that kept shifting like clouds in the sky… It looked familiar from somewhere. 'You’ve got to be kidding me!’ she thought, finally recognising it. She was sure it was Aleister Crowley’s, and that never boded well, especially not with the rest of the paraphernalia on show tonight. Mr you-know-who had brought the whole family for an outing tonight, and she’d seriously underestimated the resources of this group - hopefully not fatally.

The litany continued, with the MC referring to the book that had been on the altar to start with, then placing the skin-bound book on the altar and opening it with an audible crack that caused Kat’s shallow breath to catch in her throat. The silence that followed the crack was palpable, with seemingly the whole forest bowed into silent anticipation of what was to come. The MC glanced down the page he’d opened the book at and picked up the knife, which now seemed to be leaving afterimages behind itself as it moved through the air. A chill started to fall over the clearing, and Kat could see a few of the cultists placing their hands into their robes for warmth, along with a few small clouds of breath starting to form close to the altar. The knife was drawn through the air in several complex symbols, which remained briefly illuminated in the air when the knife was returned to the MC’s side, and after each one the temperature seemed to drop another couple of degrees. 'This isn’t funny now… I have a very, very bad feeling about this.’ Kat thought, her left hand reaching behind her to check that the butt of her CZ-75 was still in its holster.

Six symbols were drawn in the air in total, then when the sixth had been drawn and faded, all six re-appeared and glowed brightly for a second before fading out. This was like nothing that Kat had ever seen before, and it looked like it was new to a lot of the cultists as well given the conflicted looks of fear and anticipation on their faces. The knife was then swept in an 'X’ in the air, which flared brightly and left an afterimage on Kat’s retinas. He returned the knife to its cushion, at which point Kat could see that the crystal ball had cleared and was showing some form of image that she couldn’t quite make out, but there was fire in there somewhere, and something … writhing? Maybe it was best that she couldn’t make it out properly, but she did catch sight of something that made her tense - a couple of brief afterimages of the same symbols she’d seen scribed in the air with the knife here, followed by the 'X’ which seemed to remain in the scene in the ball… “Fuck” Kat whispered aloud, then quickly checked if she’d been heard - and it seemed she’d been lucky this time.

The crystal ball started to glow slightly, with the … images … still present within it. This looked to be the cue for the MC to start reading aloud from the ancient text in a language that had obviously not been designed for human vocal chords. Kat instinctively slid her CZ-75 from its holster and held it in her left hand, getting ready to make her move, the weight of it giving her a brief reassurance. The MC’s backing choir now started to join in, chanting in what sounded to be the same bizarre language, the harmony of voices making the hairs on the back of Kat’s neck rise. The glow of the crystal ball became brighter, and Kat could make out that the 'X’ in the image was growing in size. She flicked her gaze instinctively to the bare circle, and was sure she could see something like a heat-haze in there, completely at odds with the clouds of breath that were issuing from all of the cultists bar the MC and his groupies. The chanting seemed to build and build, growing in intensity and volume, and creating an almost primal sense of fear to build within Kat. She could see that a number of the cultists / guards were suffering from the same thing, some much worse than others. Kat started a mental countdown from 10, sensing that something was about to happen, and shifted her weight around readying herself to dive from the tree onto (hopefully) the guard about to pass beneath her. 9 … 8 … 7… The chanting continued to build and build, sounding more and more alien, and definitely emanating from more than just six people even though they were the only ones whose lips were moving. 6 … 5 … 4 … Kat slid her baton out from under her jacket into her right hand, keeping it collapsed for the moment. 3 … 2… 1 … Go! She dove feet first from the tree, flashing down about 20 feet and connecting perfectly with the guard, her right foot impacting heavily into his back, causing him to hit the ground in a heap with his spine snapping from the force, killing him instantly. As she slid over his collapsing body, she rolled forwards and sprang up into a kneeling position on her right knee, scanning the immediate area for any signs that she’d been heard, her right hand holding the still collapsed baton and supporting her left hand with her pistol at the ready. After a second she looked over towards the clearing and noticed that the chanting had stopped - it was now deathly silent throughout the wood, which was intensely worrying.

'So nice you could bring your family along this evening. Always a pleasure to see all the Fuckups in one place.’ Kat thought to herself, still fighting the urge to start running in the opposite direction to the one she knew she’d have to go in. After another quick scan of the immediate area, Kat shifted into a crouch and began to slowly make her way towards the still silent clearing just ahead of her. She kept expecting to be spotted or heard even though she was well camouflaged and was moving as silently as humanly possible. She also expected all hell to break loose any second, or some form of explosion, or … something! She knew the book by reputation only, and that was enough for her - there were many rumours about it, and not a one of them were good. It had dropped off the face of the Earth for a very long time, obviously into the hands of private collectors, or of a group that knew enough about it to not use it on a whim. If it had been researched, there would be some trail of insanity behind it, as no-one who delved too deeply into this area managed to retain their full mental faculties for long.

She made it to the edge of the clearing, secreting herself behind a bush with a clear view of the front of the altar and a clear shot at the MC. Kat fought to keep her breathing under control and hoped that her usual detached serenity would descend at the point she intervened. The eerie silence had lasted now for a full 5 minutes, with no sign of movement from the MC and his backing choir, and was causing Kat more and more unease particularly with the shifting scenes in the crystal ball. The glowing 'X’ was still there and looked to have grown larger again.

“Well?” One of the guards close to Kat broke the silence. “Is that it?” No sooner had he made his comment than the obsidian knife was embedded in his forehead and Kat felt a faint splash of cast-off blood from the impact. No-one appeared to have moved to throw the knife, and the impatient guard was twitching but still somehow managing to remain upright. Off to her left, Kat heard the sound of a woman retching into the undergrowth and noticed that the guard seemed to be somehow … shrinking? He was growing steadily thinner and thinner, and whether it was her mind playing tricks on her or not she wasn’t certain, but she could have sworn she could hear a faint sucking noise. He … withered to the point where he couldn’t have been more than skin stretched tight over his skeleton, then collapsed into a heap with the knife somehow releasing itself before he hit the ground face-first.

Kat felt an itching at the back of her brain, a feeling she was all-too aware usually meant that things were about to reach the point of no return (as if they hadn’t already!) and she needed to act quickly. The MC drew himself up to his full height and threw his head back … to have it thrown further backwards by the impact of two rounds from Kat’s CZ-75, blood spattering some of his backing choir and also being cast forwards over the altar to … hang in the air? “Oh fuck!” Kat growled, knowing that this time she may have been too late. Things seemed to drop into slow motion for Kat, as she caught out of the corner of her eye the glowing “X” encompassing the entire crystal ball. The cultists didn’t quite know how to react, some wondering if this was also part of the ritual, others who might have been more trained starting to scan the area to see where the shots came from, but the backing singers seemed completely unphased by the whole thing, as if … “And I fell for it, you bastards!” Kat shouted, breaking from her cover and triggering her ‘surprises’ at the same time.

Night started to turn to day with a sound akin to a rolling thunderclap shortly behind, still in slow-motion, with a ring of rigged flash-bangs exploding in sequence around the clearing. Kat was launching into a sprint towards the backing singers, squeezing her finger on the trigger as she saw the air starting to shimmer in front of her, then taking on an almost liquid quality. Another step further on, her finger closed the trigger and set off the first shot, which lazily flew towards the mirage? Heat haze? Disturbance in the air that lay between Kat and the backing singers. Next step, and another bullet left the barrel almost dead behind the first, which was now almost at the … disturbance that was getting even more liquid-like. Third step, and Kat could see one or two of the guards around the edge starting to recover their composure and reaching for weapons. The backing singers were still very much where they’d been all along, but she could swear that she could see one of them grinning at her. The first bullet was now at the disturbance and … disappeared? ‘Crap’ Kat’s next footfall started to steer her away from the disturbance that had now somehow swallowed both of her rounds, and was now getting more and more liquid-like. Fifth step … as Kat’s foot hit the ground, there was a sound that Kat felt all the way to the depths of her soul and that chilled her more than anything ever had before. It sounded … felt like someone had just torn reality itself apart at the seams. She could see some of the cultists turning to flee into the forest, one or two bending double to retch, others just stock still and ashen-faced. This definitely wasn’t something that they’d been prepared for – except maybe the backing singers. Kat saw the disturbance in the air stretch, as if someone (something?) was pushing at it from inside, then break and an arm of sorts appeared in the air. It looked as if it was made of liquid, with the same shimmering quality that the air had before, although this also looked like it was flowing from the break in the air (reality?) “Motherfucker” Kat swore, willing her feet away from whatever it was that was coming through, as there was no way that it could be anything that was good. It certainly wasn’t going to start singing campfire songs – more likely to roast everyone here alive over one. The rest of the body started to emerge from the … rift? It looked vaguely humanoid, although there were definite signs that it wasn’t going to be human – back-to front knees, clawed hands, and … tattered wings on its back? As her next foot hit the ground, Kat knew that her best escape route was behind the altar, so she’d have to go past this … damned thing. She brought her pistol to bear on it and squoze the trigger until the slide locked back. Every shot was true – head, heart, chest – and although it seemed to feel the impacts, nothing phased it. Kat was now alongside it and picking up speed, when she felt a burning impact on her right shoulder. Its right hand was on her shoulder, gripped her and pulled. She growled as she felt her arm slip out of its socket, and searing pain follow with something digging into her shoulder, but her momentum was just about enough to pull her free of its grasp, albeit spinning her directly towards the altar.

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As always, thoughts and comments are welcomed, just keep them constructive if they’re negative.

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Hope’s Savior ( John Seed x OC ) | Part 8

Summary: Trinity-Hope Johnson finds herself in the middle of a holy war, leading the Resistance, while having a complicated relationship with one of the cult’s herald. And she thought her first case would be easy. Oh how wrong she was!

Pairings: John Seed/Fem!Deputy, John Seed/OC, Earl Whitehorse & OC ( uncle&niece ), Joseph Seed/Fem!Deputy ( kind of ), might add more later

Warnings: mild language, violence, eventually smut, masturbation, oral sex, you know guys the usual, use of drugs ( bliss and other, thanks to Sharky ), fluff ( does that even need a warning? ), manipulation, angst, mention of mental illness ( insomnia, depression ), mention of child abuse ( from John’s side ), torture, I think that’s it? I swear it’s not so bad!

Word Counter: 5141

Notes: Onlyyyyy youuuuuu! ♫♪ If I made up some words, that made sense in my mind but have no real meaning, I’m sorry, haha !!Also warning, light smut ahead!!

Hope hears screams as a person carries her on their back. At least that’s what she thinks as she can see legs and shoes, being upside down. A red carpet, wooden floor. A man standing at the end of the corridor. Then blackness again, she doesn’t want to wake up, not yet, when it was so peaceful and calm in the blackness of dreamless dreams.

But she wakes up again, she doesn’t know how much time she lost while she was asleep. But the uncomfortable position of sitting in a chair, and her hands being tied to it, making her wrists hurt wakes her up.

She opens her eyes and sees a light, illuminating in the background and right in front of her a man’s silhouette. As her vision starts to clear she opens her eyes wide. Staci! He’s the one tying her to the chair, but why?

“You shouldn’t have come for me. You should have run.” The man whispers to her but she has no words to speak. So Jacob has Staci. But how is that he’s free and not being kept hostage like Hudson. He doesn’t seem like he’s high on the Bliss like the Marshal either. So why doesn’t he run? Maybe there are guns pointed at him, which she can’t see from this position?

He looks tired, huge circles under his eyes, like he didn’t get enough sleep. He looks like he took some punches as well, but other than that he looks fine.

A clicking noise can be heard from her left, a projector’s sound. It’s a presentation, she realizes. Seriously? Did Jacob hunt me just to show me his evil presentation? Staci looks up over her shoulder. Hope can’t turn her head and look over there. Pratt quickly leaves her side and all she can see is a white board... or wall? In the dark it illuminates, coming from the projector which is standing next to her on a shelf of somekind.

A dead deer... Wow...eww... And behind that two words can be seen painted with black paint? Or maybe even dried blood? ‘Only You’. Two other resistance members are tied up, just like her. She wants to call out to Staci, but a man starts speaking. Jacob...

“The world is weak. Soft.” For a second the dead deer disappears, leaving the room black as another image appears: a wolf eating flesh, and Jacob Seed’s silhouette can be seen as he starts walking before the wall.

“We have forgotten what it is to be strong. You know our heroes are used to be gods.” Blackness, then another picture of another wolf eating meat. Jacob Seed is still facing the wall, not turning around yet, to face the deputy or the other two hostages. Staci is standing right next to him, like keeping guard. Why is he not fighting or running? “And now our heroes are godless. Weak, feeble, diseased”

Black and another picture: a weird photo of a deer’s corpse, standing on it’s legs like it’s still alive. Fucking morbid... Jacob turns around, his body covered in the picture as he stands in it’s light.

“We let the weak dictate to the powerful and then we are shocked to find ourselves adrift.” A picture of a white wolf, eating it’s prey. This guy is a furry, or something? Jacob is not looking at her, and honestly she’s happy about that she doesn’t need the attention of yet another Seed.

“But history knows the value of sacrifice. Of culling the herd, so that it stays strong.” He looks at the woman on the left side then the man on the right. “Over and over, the lives of the many have outweighed the lives of the few. This is how we survived... And we’ve forgotten.” An angry wolf looking right into Hope’s eyes. Jacob slowly makes his way toward Hope and tries out her wrists, but the ductape just won’t let go.

“...and now the bill has come due.” As he stands right in front of the deputy, she feels even smaller than usual. The man is a giant and with her sitting he’s even much taller as he normally is. He’s towering over her, but as he grabs her chair and pulls it toward him and he leans low, so their face can meet Hope would rather have him standing up again. Why do they always want to get to close to me? Have the Seeds ever heard of personal space?

“Now, the Collapse is upon us, and this time the lives of the few outweigh the lives of the many.”

His intense stare makes her uncomfortable. His blue eyes reminding her of John’s and Joseph’s ones. Each and every one of them carrying something behind their clear blue eyes. Jacob’s face is covered in scars, rashes even. But that’s not what scares Hope about Jacob.

“And when a nation that’s never known hunger or desperation descends into madness, we’ll be ready.” He smiles at her, not breaking eye contact, not even blinking once as he leans back, and getting something from the desk with the projector on.

“We will cull the herd.” It’s a small wooden box, a music box! He gets it ready to play as he speaks. “We will do what needs to be done.”

He shows it to her, opening the box and immediately her body starts shaking, her vision turning red and she feels like she’s having a seizure. She feels blood trickle down from her nose as the pressure grows inside her body. Filling her head with anger, she’s trying to get free, but it’s impossible. And her view turns to black or did she close her eyes? She can’t tell, as she has a view again.

She’s free from her hair, standing before the table she was sitting next to, a gun on it. The whole world is red, and it reminds her of blood, blood, blood. The building is collapsing and music echoes in her head, an agonisingly slow version of Only You by The Platters.

As she hears a tower bell and the two person stands up from the chairs she just knows what she has to do.

“Call the herd.” Jacob says from somewhere and she grabs the gun from the table and shoot at both of them as they vanish into smoke as the bullet goes right through them.

“Excellent.” Jacob says and she runs through a door, grabbing an SMG which was placed just for her.

She moves forward, building falling apart, broken wooden walls all around. People raise their guns at her and she shoot all of them. With each shot Jacob shouts:

“Train. Hunt. Kill. Sacrifice.”

She shots a man above her on a wall and Jacob talks to her again:

“Good, cull the herd.”

She doesn’t think, she doesn’t feel anything, just pure anger and pride as the eldest of the Seeds praises her moves. Why? Why?! She doesn’t know, as she runs fast opposite how the song slowly plays for her. It’s like she’s in a maze as she goes, she doesn’t even know where, but she rushes forward. ‘Kill, kill, kill!’ Jacob’s shouts can be heard and she just does that. Killing everyone who even stands close to her.

She picks up an AR-C as she reaches a yard. A gate of metal saying ‘St. Francis Veterans Center’ in front of her, as she shoots. It’s so surreal, object floating in the air, unmoving like they are hanged by strings. But she doesn’t think, she runs through the front door into the building, killing a man runing towards her.

“Yes, sacrifice the weak.”

She kils the man standing on top of the walls as she climbs. She has to ignore the fire below, get away from it. Fire is bad, fire is bad! Don’t be weak, be strong!

There’s a slide coming up and she takes it as the music suddenly plays faster, and the clock that has been ticking while she ran stops. And she doesn’t land as the blackness surrounds her.

When she opens her eyes, she’s still in that chair, tied to it, as she lays with it on the floor. Dead bodies around her, and her vision is blurry. Her mouth feels dry and Hope feels like she can’t move. There’s still blood under her nose, dried to her face, making her smell the irony scent of blood.

The music still plays, somewhere from the room. Am I dead? She thinks, and it hurts to think. She can still hear Jacob’s commands in her head: ‘Train, hunt, kill, sacrifice’. And for some reason she feels like she should be doing exactly that.

The Deputy sees movements and for a second she thinks Jacob is back, to call her weak. But she hears an unknown voice of a man.

“What a mess. Wheaty, check those chairs.”

“Jesus, the smell...” Another voice speaks and she wants to call out to them but her throat hurts like she swallowed knives. Her vision at least becomes clear as she sees a bearded man. Oh, god, is he a peggie?

“Been stewin’ in their own filth for days...” For days?! “Walker, get some windows open!”

A young man comes to her view, so called Wheaty if she heard it right. A third voice replies, so that must be the guy called Walker:

“Y-y-y-yessir!”

“Someone shut that music off!” The man who has the beard and has been commanding the other seems to be their boss, or leader. Thank God, yes! Turn it off! She thinks and her head gets a lot clearer as the music stops, no more Jacob’s praises or commands.

Wheaty crouches down to the body next to her, checking the clearly dead man’s pulse. The dead guy’s eyes and nose has been bleeding. Just like hers, but she’s still alive.

“Christ, it’s Sully. When did they get him?” The young boy says and he stands up, annoyed. “Why are we even bothering with this? They’re all dead.” No, no! I’m not dead! She wants to scream, but she can’t even blink, feeling paralised.

“Check ‘em anyways.” The leader says and she’s thankful for his words. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

The boy still seems annoyed by his job as he comments:

“Why am I always stuck on corpse duty?”

He turns her chair and she groans out at the sudden pain in her head as she’s being moved. The boy facing her gets so scared he drops her, causing even more pain.

“HOLY SHIT!” Wheaty lands on his ass, being so startled by Hope not being as dead as he thought.

“What?” The boss turns to him and comes closer, as Wheaty says an ‘oh fuck’ as well.

The boss looks down at Hope as she finally blinks, her eyes hurting as she does so.

“Live one!” He quickly crouches next to her. “Walker! Go get the truck!”

“Y-y-y-y-yessir!” The man stutters, seemingly only to know one sentence.

Wheaty comes into view and if Hope had any energy left she would find this situation actually funny, feeling like they’re in a comedy movie:

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry...” The boss pushes him away.

They grab Hope and the leader’s voice is nice and smooth, but still low and it makes her feel comfort.

“Gimme a hand, kid.”

She groans again as they set her chair, so she’s sitting in it. They face each other and Hope wants to say thanks, but only manages a low and painful moan out.

The leader gets out a knife with the intention to free her, but Wheaty looks at the man:

“Eli..is this...?”

“Yep.” The man says simply as he frees Hope from the tapes.

“What the fuck is the Deputy doing here?” Oh, look, I’m famous. How nice...

“Jacob took a shine to ‘er same as us.”

She wants to laugh at that but it turns into a cough as she does. I didn’t drink for days... Yeah, I can feel it...

“You’re gonna be okay, Hero. Whitetail’s gotcha now.” The Whitetails! Oh thank God!

They help her to her feet and start to walk, well more likely drag her body with them. She feels like going back to sleep again, feeling dizzy from the exhaustion.

“We’re bringing her back to the Wolf’s Den?” Wheaty asks.

“Where else?” The leader asks back. I like him, I always like people who save my life, defying the others.

“Tammy is not going to like this...” Well, I’m sorry, but Tammy has to bear with me until I can get up to my feet again.

Their voices become blurry as she falls into sleep again.

“Don’t worry about Tammy. She’ll be fine.”

Hope feels a soft surface under her and it feels so comfortable, her mind not wanting to get up soon. But as she hears voices she opens her eyes. Wheaty comes into view, a boy who can’t be older than her. He gently grabs her neck from behind, pulling her head up as he places a water bottle to her lips.

“Take it easy, you’re OK. Need you to drink this.”

Hope greedily swallows the water, some of it trickling down her face, getting her shirt wet. She had been changed into new clothes, a man’s oversized sweater, no jeans. She should feel ashamed, knowing that someone had to get her clothes off, but right now she doesn’t care.

Hope coughes as her throat becomes soft and slimy again, not feeling like a desert anymore. A woman comes into the room, looking down at her laying form and she turns to the man, the leader who brought her here.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?�� Oh, I have a feeling this is Tammy.

The man is so calm it wants to make Hope laugh. Like a teacher, trying to get his students behaving without screaming at them.

“Now hold on. Wheaty and I agreed--”

“Oh you agreed?!” The woman turns to the kid standing next to Hope.

Wheaty holds up his arms, defending himself from the accusation.

“Woah, woah woah! I was at best an impartial observer.”

Tammy looks and points at Hope:

“This is stupid and this is dangerous.”

Hope silently comments but her voice is ragged and nobody seems to hear her:

“I can hear you, you know?”

The woman continues with her anger:

“You both know better!”

The long bearded man approaches her and he still sounds so calm:

“What was I supposed to do?”

The woman raises her arms, like it’s so damn clear what they were supposed to do with Hope.

“Leave her to die.” Wow, nice, thanks...

The man scoffs, faking out a laugh and looking down at Hope apologisingly:

“Tammy...”

“They’ve been in that room for God knows how long. I’ve seen what it does to people. You haven’t. You can’t trust this one.”

The man turns away from the junior deputy lying on the couch and turns to the all-too-angry woman:

“That’s what everyone said about you! But luckily, I didn’t listen.” Only now he starts raising his voice. “This is not up for discussion. We need her. That’s all there is to it. Understand?”

She makes a grimace and looks down at Hope, like she wants to kill her right here right now. Then she leaves the room. Wheaty comments:

“You’re right. She took that real well.”

“Out.” He doesn’t even turn his head away from the Deputy as he orders the young man out of there.

As he leaves Hope can hear him comment under his nose:

“I didn’t even do anything...”

The young girl smiles at that, a gesture that makes her face hurt a bit, but doesn’t make any painful sounds.

Eli walks around the couch right next to her, placing his hand on her leg and only know she feels a bit too exposed.

“I meant what I said, we need you. Let’s get you some rest.”

He helps her lay her head back down to the pillow and though she wants to stay awake she quickly falls asleep.

Hope wakes up at the sound of a radio. Music is playing, not the type she usually listens too, and it’s loud enough to shake her out of her continues dreamless dream. She moves around the couch and she puts her naked legs on the rug. She sits there for a while, getting ready to stand up on her legs,

A man is watching her, reading a book, looking at her naked thighs and she tries to pull the sweater down as much as she can. Yeah, I need pants ASAP.

She doesn’t feel cold that much, and her aching body is much less exhausted as before. She doesn’t have dried blood all over her face either. They took care of her, that’s for sure.

“Oh, shit y-y-y-you’re up. Eli needs a word with y-y-you.” The man says and Hope remembers his stutter from before, when the whitetails found her.

“Where should I go?” She asks nicely and smiles at the man.

“Head d-d-down the hall. Eli’s waitin’ for y-y-y-ou there.” He points to a direction and she nods and thanks him with a soft smile.

She takes some turns in the bunker, she figured it’s a bunker, since it looks a lot like Dutch’s. Then she sees a whole bunch of monitors, just like Dutch’s. And there it is the man, the one who saved her from that filthy place. He looks up at her from his map and smiles:

“There you are. Been tryin’ to track you down, Deputy. Dutch speaks highly. Look I get right to it. I know what you did down south. You got the Father thinkin’ twice now, and that’s good for us. We’re bleeding bodies up here, no two ways about it. I don’t know if we’ll be able to hold out more than a week at this rate. Times are desperate to say the least. I’m trying to get some footholds back, so I sent a handful of whitetails out to sabotage the Visitor Center. The cult’s been using it as a depot for that Bliss shit... But our guys walked right into a fucking trap. They’ve been taken hostage and we’re up against the clock. If I just send another group in there, we risk losing everything... but you! You’re something that cult ain’t expecting. You’re the only one I got around here who can handle this, Dep... only one I trust to handle this. I’m countin’ on you.”

The man says and Hope’s head start to feel heavy as she tries to understand him and she raises her hands, stopping the man from further speaking:

“Okay, slow down a bit. Look I...” She stands there awkwardly looking at the man’s confused eyes. “I don’t mean to sound ungrateful. But I don’t even know your name and you’re saying that you can only trust me on this?”

She feels like an asshole, but her veins are filled with this odd feeling, a rage, hiding behind her small form. Hope doesn’t even know why she’s angry, and she tries to hide it as much as she can. This man did save her life after all.

“Oh, I’m... I’m sorry.. Name’s Eli, Eli Palmer.” The man says, clearly feeling just as awkward as the young girl.

“So Eli... Umm... you have any pants that I could borrow. Can’t do much of anything if I’m not dressed like I’m going outside.”

He looks at her naked legs, just realizing she’s without pants or shoes and turns to Wheaty:

“Hey, Wheaty, get some pants and shoes from the shop, will ya?” He says and the boy goes down the corridor, dissappearing. “I’m... really sorry about that.”

She nods, trying to make this scene less awkward as it already is.

“Didn’t you guys by any chance found my backpack? Or my radio? Or any of my weapons?” She asks, though she doesn’t dare to keep her hopes up.

Eli turns around and grabs a bag, filled with her stuff:

“Actually, we did, here ya go.”

After getting some clothes from the whitetails and getting her backpack on her back, her pistol in her holster and the rifle around her shoulder she stands before Eli. Hope feels much less exposed now.

“Look. I don’t know if people have been looking for me or not. And I know you need help, and I will help, that’s a promise, but...” She feels ashamed of what she says next. “... I need some time away from Jacob right now.”

Eli does seem dissappointed, but nods kindly.

“I get it, kid. I’m just desperate, you know? And you’re like the Hero of Hope County at the moment, I hoped you could help out.”

She feels bad about this and gets her map out of her pack and folds it out on Eli’s desk.

“Look, point me to the place, and I will look into it, okay? I’ll even bring some help, people who I trust and are good at what they’re doing. I am very grateful for what you did for me, I am. And I want to repay you by helping out, but right now... I’ll head back to the Valley, check out on some friends. I’ll be back and take care the peggies for you.”

Eli nods and marks the place on her map. She gets some angry looks by Tammy as she leaves and a kind smile from Wheaty. Well, she can’t be friends with everyone, right?

She uses one of the choppers from outside the Wolf’s Den to reach the Valley, it’s night time again and only now, looking at the constellations and the moon realizes how long she had been out.

“Hey, old man. I hope you’re not sleeping yet.” She says through her speaker, while flying over Dutch’s island.

“I never sleep, kid. Heard from Eli, that they got you out of Jacob Seed’s grasp. You’re gonna stay there, help out?”

The raven haird girl sighes and replies:

“No, I’m heading back to John’s region. I still have some distress calls from there. I want to check on the church, and than the airstrip at the Rye’s.”

Dutch murmurs something and she’s happy she didn’t catch what he just said.

“Okay, kid. It’s your call. Just don’t forget to help out in the mountains as well. I know Jacob Seed might look scary for ya. But we still have to fight him.”

And there goes Hope’s calm night:

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

Dutch sighes and tries to save the conversation:

“All I’m sayin’ is that you had a meetin’ with Jacob and now you’re running back to the Valley and--”

“I’m running back to the Valley?!” She raises her voice and almost losts control over the chopper in her anger.

“Look... I’m just sayin’ the facts, no need to get angry at me for being honest.”

“For being honest?! Who the hell says where I should help out? You weren’t there you don’t know what he did to me!”

There’s a moment of silence and for some reason she feels like she shouldn’t be telling about the Platters’ song to Dutch, or to anyone for the record.

“Why, what did he do to you?” He asks suspiciously.

“Forget it Dutch, I’m tired, I want to land my chopper safely and help out at the Valley. I will go back to the mountains once I gother a little team to help me out. I’m only one girl, not an entire army...Hope out.”

She turns off her radio and looks down at the hills of the valley. The ‘YES’ say illuminating in the night, she has a new idea as she lands near the bottom of the sign.

She gets out of the chopper, once landed properly and walks up to the Hollywood styled monument.

She sits down at the bottom of the ‘Y’ and looks down at the valley. From up here it’s so peaceful, so calm. I wonder how cool Hope County was before the cult...

There are lights appearing in the distane, near the airstrips and she first thinks maybe someone blowed up a bunch of silos, but as she looks into her binoculars she sees fireworks.

There’s a smile appearing on her face as she looks at them. Who is partying right now? It has to be Resistance, right?

She picks up her radio and dials Pastor Jerome to get some information on this.

“Hey, Jerome? Who is helding a party tonight? I see fireworks in the sky.” Her voice is calm, cheerful.

A moment passes and she hopes she didn’t wake up the man. An unpleasent answer comes from his end, clearly not happy about the cause of celebration.

“John Seed is having a birthday party tonight.”

Hope can’t contain her laugh as she asks:

“For who?”

The Pastor sighs:

“For himself...”

Hope laughs and she can’t believe that days ago she was being held captive by Jacob Seed and now the youngest of the brothers is having a party for his birthday. It’s just too surreal and funny.

“Oh wow, did you buy him something?” She jokes and the Pastor chuckles at that.

“I’m pretty sure he has everything he wants, Deputy. Good to have you back in the Valley, there are still some folks out here needing help... I heard about Jacob Seed. If you need to just talk to someone, you can always come to me.”

It warms her heart, and she smiles softly.

“Thanks. I want to check on Boomer too. Did he behave while I was gone?”

The Pastor chuckles, no longer the dissappointment for the Seeds in his voice:

“He did try to eat my bible once. But he has been acting good. He misses you, I think. He perked up his head and started wagging his tail as he heard your voice now.”

Hope imagines the dog trying to eat Pastor Jerome’s Bible and she’s happy someone is not acting weird around her, asking her to do this or do that. Just having a nice and normal conversation.

“I’ll be sure to make a visit to Fall’s End tomorrow.”

“Alright, take care, Deputy.”

They end the radio call and Hope continues to watch the fireworks go on for a while. John Seed being so fucking extra, as always. She smiles to herself, shaking her head. It’s weird thinking about how a man like him had to be born once, was probably a child, just acting normal. Makes one wonder how they ended up being like this...

She lays down onto her back, looking up at the stars on the night sky. Remembering most of their names. She memorised them all, when she was a kid. Her parents painted her room’s ceiling like the night sky. She misses them, even though she never actually met them.

Her heart aches and she tries to think about something else, and she ends up thinking about the Cleansing. How she actually thought in her Bliss drugged state that she was a star. How John Seed’s eyes seemed to be glowing, beautiful blue amongst the white dots in front of her...

She feels an itch in her body, one that she haven’t felt since she got into this holy war. She slides her hand down her body, between her legs as she moans out into the night, only the crickets knowing what she’s up to. She teases herself through the fabric of her jeans and after some minutes like this she slips her had into her jeans and she touches her clit, crying out in pleasure.

And then her radio crackles to life, like God knew what she is doing and wants to stop her:

“Deputy, I heard you came back to the Valley. How delightful.” John Seed’s voice is cheery as always, like he knows when he can annoy Hope.

She doesn’t answer, the heat in her loin growing and she just wants to have some private moments to herself, without listening to John Seed, but God, that man loves his voice more than anything.

“I was wondering about one of our conversation just now. Do you remember, what I said to you, Deputy?” His voice sounds so smug, she can almost imagine the smirk on his face.

She groans out, letting her hand find it’s way out of her jeans and underwear. With an annoyed voice she click down the button on her radio to talk:

“No?” She keeps it short, because her breathing was just becoming faster when the man dared to intterupt her, so she doesn’t want to give herself away.

“Oh, my dear. I’m sure you remember. You know what, I will give you a moment to think. Get the blood back to your pretty little head...”

She looks confused and angry at her radio, not wanting to play John’s games right now. Then his words hit her, and her heart stops beating for a moment. ‘I have cameras everywhere, Deputy...’ he said a while back. Oh my god...

She quickly looks around her surroundings, her face getting red from the embarrasment if the man meant what she thinks he meant by that comment. His next words comfirming her fear:

“You know, Deputy... Lust is a sin.” With a muffled ‘oh my god’ she buries her face in her hands.

“Don’t be so full of yourself, I wasn’t putting up a show for you.” She replies to him, trying to save the situation, but she’s deep in it now.

“Are you sure?” Comes the teasing tone of the Baptist. “And here I thought it was your birthday gift for me.”

If she wasn’t flushed already, she sure as hell is now. And without even wanting to think about it, how it might be a gift for him, how he might mimiced her movements, touching himself at the sight of her... NO! Stop thinking about that! But the thought sends a wave of pleasure between her folds.

“Oh, no!” She cringes at herself and him. “In your dreams, Seed!”

She tries to keep her cool, but what he says next sends her over the edge.

“If this was my dream, you would be right here with me, beneath me.”

She did notice something was off in his voice, she thought it’s only exhaustion or something, but now she thinks it might be from something else. She gulps as she asks:

“Are you high right now?”

A chuckle comes from the other end and it sends a pulse into her clit, begging to be touched.

“Maybe... So what do you say? Care to pay me a visit?”

This is crazy. He’s crazy, this whole situation is crazy. But the most crazy thing is, that she actually stops thinking about his offer.

A/N: ehehehehe *evil laugh*

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