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fallenneziah · 7 months

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Summary: You've been known to sleep around with the soldiers on base. It wasn't a secret. It also wasn't a secret that you fake most of your orgasms... Ghost takes that as a challenge.

CW: PiV, afab! Reader, uses she/her, multiple orgasms, rough sex, creampie, oral (m! receiving), overstimulation, fingering, and the reader is pretty much a barracks bunny. Not beta read... still doing smut though I can never tell if it gets better.

A/n: I really wanted to do kinktober but I was late... So um, have this??

It wasn't a secret that you were something of a barracks bunny. You caught the eye of recruits, and whoever of them made your insides tingle you were more than likely to spend a night with. You didn't care to try and keep it a secret. Although, your sexual experiences with most of the recruits and the younger men were… less than world-shaking.

They were good, their dick often leaving you mostly satisfied and feeling like you've had a five-inch stake driven into your cunt for ten to twenty minutes.

But you were also rumoured and soon confirmed to fake most of your orgasms. Sure, the hookups were fun, but you did end up faking most of your orgasms because it simply didn't do it for you.

Whether the recruit was rough or gentle, something was missing that pushed you over the edge.

But hey, you let the recruits get their load off you, so they weren't complaining either way.

Except for a certain someone.

Ghost was hardly the person you'd find sleeping around with anyone, men or women. The occasional quick fuck void of attachment and emotions back home in his small Manchester flat wasn't new though.

Once he fucked someone's brains out, they were out the door and not to set foot again. He didn't think anything of this. It's how it was, how it would continue to be.

But the constant talk of your happy little ass sleeping with every relatively attractive recruit in sight ticked something inside him.

Maybe he secretly wished he could get a hold of you, tame you down, get you down on your knees, and ensure you stayed.

Perhaps the idea of making you his bitch and getting you away from the other sources of pleasure you could find.

And then he learned about it. Little missy wandering around, getting fucked left and right, and every orgasm has to be driven out of her by herself. Something about that. About knowing you faked each orgasm with each soldier just to fuck yourself silly until it hit right.

These recruits were insufferable. None of them could drive you out of this little spiral you thought you had to control. Fuck a man, fake an orgasm and then sleep it off like nothing.

That's the challenge. That's what Ghost saw. A challenge and a reward. And he knew you'd been wanting to sleep with him for ages. He knew, and he wasn't as dimwitted as some people liked to think.

He practically bristled when he saw you walk into the canteen that afternoon, hips swinging, a small stiff in your step, but you looked mostly in one piece. Another recruit following behind you, looking on a mission to tell his squadmates of the night he had with you.

It made his hands tighten, and whiskey eyes lock on you as you walked past, seeming fine regardless of the night. His hand reached out, firmly gripping your hip so you couldn't go any further, capturing your attention.

"Lieutenant?" You asked, your eyes shifting from his large gloved hand up his forearm to meet his gaze.

"You best get yourself in check, soldier," he warned in a low tone, his hand squeezing your hip, nudging you back, his voice growing quieter.

"My barracks. Midnight."

Your cheeks went a little pink. You had the hots for the lieutenant for a lifetime. Part of you felt he would give you something you desperately needed, yet he's never spared you more than a glance.

You smirk softly. "You got it."

He doesn't respond at all. His hand releases you, and he lets you on your way.

You made it to your table, sitting among a small group you'd accumulated over your few years on base. The thought of getting in a bed with your lieutenant was now fresh on your mind, already having your stomach twisting.

However… You'd yet to meet someone truly who could make you feel how you wanted to. Roughed up, played with, fucked until your brain was smoother than a stone, and your name was a challenge to recall.

Was it that hard to ask?? You couldn't help feeling you might be sourly disappointed.

But you'd wait. Also making sure things in your room are charged just in case the night turned as you hoped it wouldn't.

The day drew on, and you continued through your tasks, finishing your work just in time to catch a shower and spend some alone time in your room as you pleased before your wristwatch beeped.

It was about time to see a certain lieutenant.

Ghost was waiting for you. How you figured he wouldn't was a wonder, but you didn't expect him to be standing there. Right there.

You slipped into the room, closing the door behind you. The lights were off, and his silhouette blocked the little light coming through the closed blinds. Your fingers search for the light switch, but his hand stops you.

Gloves still on, he pulls your wrist away, the other hand finding the lock on the door behind you and flicking it closed.

You already felt your heart rate picking up in excitement as he maneuvered through the darkness of his room, keeping you against the wall and at his whim.

"I didn't think it would start like this." You say, your back arching off the wall a tad before relaxing against when his figure pressed closer.

"Wrong of you to think you'd get a say."

His rumbled voice makes you shiver softly.

"I'm not complaining."

He seemed to scoff, pressing against you and making you suck in a sharp breath. His crotch pressing against your own, his large hands gripping your waist to hold you in place.

"Not yet."

He sounded like a predator about to sink his teeth into you, and it was such a turn-on.

His gloved hands grip your hips, lifting you from the floor and pulling your legs up around his waist. You can feel the thick outline of his cock, and it makes you gasp softly.

He takes you to the bed, dumping you onto the sheets. His hands find your clothes, pulling them from you, stripping you down to your underwear. He wasn't wasting time, your eyes adjusting and letting you see more of his figure clearly as he moved your limbs how he wanted to.

He was commanding, your body felt like putty in his hands, and you weren't sure you wanted to fight it.

Your cunt throbbed as he tugged you up the bed by your hips, crawling between your legs and forcing them apart.

His rough gloves feel foreign against your skin, tugging your underwear from your hips and tossing the thin fabric off the bed.

"Stay still." His voice rumbles through your body again. Your first thought of those scarred lips going for what they wanted. One hand kept your hips still, situating his body between your legs so you couldn't do much to fight him if you wanted to. You shiver, watching him pull his mask up over the bridge of his nose and pull his glove off between his teeth.

The second glove gets pulled off, and he lets it fall onto the bed next to you. The sound of his belt coming undone, the leather sliding against itself. His zipper came down, and he freed his cock.

You were already squirming, wanting to feel it. His large hand presses against your stomach, pushing you back down into the bed. "Easy. Keep still." His hand slides back down, your breathing stopping briefly when you felt his calloused thumb rub your clit. He was quiet, pressing up into your body, gently massaging it.

It makes you shiver, his index finger rubbing through your labia and down to your slit, tracing his fingers around your entrance. Feeling how tight you were despite your nasty habit of seeking out other men. He knows you could be so much tighter, knowing what a fucking slut you were.

Pressing his finger into your entrance, the warmth of your walls tightening around him, feeling him slip inside you. He doesn't give a warning before his second finger presses into you, both invading the warmth of your cunt. "That's it." His fingers pump into you, rubbing along your walls, rough callouses giving you a hint of edge with each stroke.

Your hands grip the sheets as he works his fingers inside you, a third slipping in as he feels the stretch of your walls. His palm rubs your clit, making you suck in a sharp breath and moan. It was a little too loud, causing Ghost to withdraw his fingers from you and grab your thigh.

He flips you over, his hand grabbing your face and shoving it into the bed. You startle a little, tensing up, but he knocks your knees apart again and forces his fingers back in, his other hand keeping your head firmly planted in the pillows. Your cunt clenches around his fingers. They work inside you quicker, pressing into your walls and driving inside you.

"Stay. I never allowed you to get loud, pretty thing." Ghost rumbles, feeling your cunt clench, dripping in excitement as his large fingers pick up pace inside your cunt.

It was almost embarrassing how quickly you were on edge. Your hands grip the sheets, hips starting to rock against his hand. Your breath comes out in small pants, muffled by the pillow. His large fingers felt so good inside you. Better than any recruit you've laid with.

You squirm, and as quickly as you do, his hand moves from your head to span your ass, cupping the perfectly round flesh and squeezing it between his fingers. His fingers pick up pace, driving deep into your cunt, fast and barely giving you time. Slick popping from his quick pace inside you. His fingers bullying your cunt, finding your g-spot and hitting relentlessly.

Your hips twitch, your back arching, and you can't help but moan loudly when you hit that first orgasm.

Ghost smirks, the scar along his lip pulling the skin up slightly. He pulls his fingers out, drawing them apart to see your slick and spend ripping between them. Your body shivering a little. "One." He counts, tasting your cum on his fingers.

He turns you onto your back, leaning over your body and pressing his lips to yours, shoving his tongue in your mouth. The taste of your cum and his saliva made your head spin, your hands gripping the front of his shirt as he kisses you.

You moan into his mouth as his hand slides between your legs, cupping your cunt and rubbing your clit. Your hips jump a little, his rough palm pressed against your lower pelvis, his fingers teasing along your slick cunt.

He nips your bottom lip, pushing you away before the kiss can properly end and keeps you held down in the sheets, his hand curling around your throat while the other continues to rub through your labia. Teasing your clit, rubbing it and pinching it. "Cumming for me already…" Ghost rumbled. "Just like I knew you would."

"I'm not done with you yet."

You moan, your head pressing back into the sheets as you start to rock your hips. Trying to feel more of his rough fingers, wanting his fingers back inside you.

"Beg." His tone is firm, and commanding. You look up at him through half-lidded eyes.

"Please," you moan, watching him grin and press his fingers against your hole.

"Please, what?"

You squirm, pressing your hips into his fingers. "Please fuck me with your fingers."

You could swear he was mocking you, slowly pushing his fingers back into your cunt.

"You can do better than that," Ghost taunts.

You whimper, trying to nudge your hips back, and you feel his fingers pull away. He forces your thigh further out again, teasing your clit with his thumb. You mumble under your breath, trying to lean away, his fingers stroking along your slit again.

"Please… I need them. I need this, please." You whine, once again trying not to squirm with your desperation growing in place of your excitement.

His fingers press back into your cunt, and you moan. Your hips jolt, rolling against his hand as he drives his fingers into your cunt, hitting deep inside you. "Fuck. Fuck, I- ah-"

He doesn't hold you down like before, allowing your hips to move, fucking his fingers, your slick making obscene sounds.

Your lips part, moaning over his hand, still firm on your throat, fingers pulling you apart. Driving into you, his eyes watching your face in the darkness with each desperate thrust up into his fingers. Looking like a pathetic whore. But that's how Ghost wanted you.

That's how he liked it. He would ruin you. He'd show those recruits how it was done, and cut you down a peg. He'd get you so overfucked you'd only be able to remember his name.

His fingers bullying your g-spot, knuckles coated in your slick, the walls of your cunt flexing around him. Once again, before long, he had you drawn out, moaning loudly.

He pulls his fingers out of you, the sticky string slick between his fingers as he pulls them apart. "Two," he counts, watching you pant, hips squirming and thighs quivering.

Ghost leans down, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him. His fingers press to your lips, pushing them past. You groan, sucking on his fingers, tasting you on his hand. Sucking them and running your tongue along them until he pulled out, lightly slapping your face. His other hand released your throat.

He moved back on the bed, planting his feet back on the floor and pushing down his jeans over his thighs more, taking his large cock in his hand.

"Hands and knees, sweetheart."

You panted, knees still quivering, but you shifted onto your stomach, onto your hands and knees. Looking up at him, smirking. The smirk didn't bother Ghost, he already had you under him. He was already the first way through ruining you, so many would never really pleasure you again like he did.

Tapping his cock against your cheek, letting you feel the weight and the size against you.

"Open," he orders, watching you part your lips and lean forward to take the head between your lips. Your tongue runs across it, eyes shut.

He gripped your hair, yanking you forward and forcing you to take half his cock down your throat. Gagging on it tears stinging the corners of your eyes as he forced you further down, fucking your mouth.

"If you're gonna suck it, do it like you mean it." He spits, driving his cock into your throat, hearing your desperate noises, trying to draw in the air over his cock suffocating your throat. Feeling the smooth skin of his heavy cock against your tongue. The skin pulls back over his head along your tongue.

You could feel him, his cock dragging deep into your warm throat and then pulling out, giving you a much steadier rhythm for redemption.

He didn't give you a chance to take control, keeping his grip firm on your hair and driving himself into your throat.

You gag around him, feeling the burn in the back of your throat, eyes watering as he keeps you there, your lips stretching around his thick shaft, spit leaking from the corners of your lips.

The heaviness of his cock on your tongue, salty pre-cum pooling at the back of your throat, tongue gliding over throbbing cockhead.

Ghost pulls his cock from your mouth, slapping your cheek with it and then forcing it back between your lips. He pulls your head back, pressing his cock back into your throat, his balls slapping your chin as he fucks your throat.

The sting in your eyes and the way your lungs burned made your head spin. You could feel your cunt dripping, wanting to feel him inside you.

He didn't let you keep it that steady.

Your head bobbed along his cock, spit coating his length and slicking up your cheeks, the sound of him fucking your mouth. It's what he wanted, making you choke and gag on his cock.

It let you know who was in control. Not you. You wouldn't have one ounce of control.

You were desperate to try and keep up with his rough pace, his hips snapping into your mouth. You moaned around him, looking up at him. His hand tightened in your hair, keeping your head still while he fucked your mouth, groaning under his breath.

He pulled out, holding you firmly in place so you couldn't chase his cock.

"On your back. Now."

You do as he says, turning onto your back and spreading your legs.

Ghost pushes his jeans down further, grabbing your legs and tugging them around his waist. His hand presses against your lower stomach, pushing you down into the bed while his other hand grips the base of his cock.

You whimper, trying to keep your eyes on him and watch him as he strokes his cock, keeping you in place. You attempt to squirm, but he keeps you still, ordering you to stay quiet. He drags his cock through your soaked cunt, pre-cum slathering across your clit and dripping down into the mess of your cunt.

"Lieutenant, please," you whimper, hips trying to press up, and he pushes you back down.

"Please what?" Ghost asks, smirking down at you. He was so in control here, you were the one under him. You were the one who was going to get fucked tonight.

"Please, I need you inside me."

"Mmm, you're such a slut… bet you'd take any cock, wouldn't you sweetheart?" His cock smacks against your clit, making your hips jump a little.

"Just yours."

He smirked. "That's what I like to hear."

He pushed forward, slowly pushing the head of his cock inside you. Your breath catches in your throat, back arching, trying to force more of him into you. He presses his palm into your lower stomach, pushing you back into the mattress. His cock gradually slides inside you, stretching you more, feeling the tightness of your cunt trying to handle a size it wasn't used to.

His hips press forward, feeding his cock into your cunt and stretching you out so nicely. You felt so good around him. Tight, warm, clenching at the size of his cock.

"That's it, such a good girl."

He starts a slow pace, driving his cock in and out of your cunt. Making you feel him, feel every inch of his cock. His hand moves from your stomach, finding your clit and rubbing it roughly. It was too much, the sensations making you moan loudly.

"Shhh, quiet. You don't get to do that," Ghost orders.

You whimper, nodding your head and trying to lean your head back into the pillow. His cock plunges into you harder.

"Do I need to gag you again, sweetheart?"

He gripped your hair and pulled your head back harshly to look back at him. His hips snapped forward, thrusting his cock deep into your cunt.

"N-no. I won't." You say.

His grip loosens, but he continues to fuck you, hips snapping forward suddenly. Your thighs squeeze either side of his hips, heels digging into the skin of his ass as he lifts your hips with his cock.

"Mmm, I think it's more you don't want to." Ghost says.

You whimper, nodding your head. You wanted to be a good girl for him. You want to be quiet for him. But it was almost impossible as he fucked your brain out.

"You're so wet for me, so tight. I bet you cum just from thinking about me, don't you?"

You nod your head, moaning and biting your lip to try and stifle your noises.

His hands grip your waist, pulling you down into his cock and making you take it all.

Your pussy throbs around his cock, his thickness, utterly wrecking your cunt. His cock bullying your insides, finding your g-spot and making you come undone again, orgasming around his cock.

Ghost pulls his cock out, watching you squirm and moan loudly. "Three." He counts. He flips you back over, firmly pressing his hand into your hip.

He leans over you, shoving your face into the pillow and spanking your ass. "I thought I told you to be quiet."

He pushes his cock back inside you, gripping your hips and holding you still as he fucks you.

"One was for being a good girl."

You yelp as he slaps your ass again.

"Two was for being a slut."

You whimper, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

He keeps his hand pressed into your hips and keeps your ass upturned. His hips snap forward, driving his cock deep inside your cunt.

"And three will be for never listening to me. Because you're a bad girl. My bad girl."

His cock smacks against you when he pulls out, making you moan loudly. His hand moved from your hip, jerking your chin up and forcing you to look into his eyes.

"What are you?" He asks, cock slamming back into you.

"I'm a bad girl," you mewl out.

"That's right, baby," He says, leaning down and biting your neck. You cry out, moaning loudly. His hand grabbed your hair, tugging your head back and holding your neck.

"Mine." Ghost growls into your ear.

He slams his cock deep inside you, making you moan loudly. Your pussy clenched around him, gripping his cock tightly. He grunted, his hips thrusting forward and slamming his cock into you.

You cry out in pleasure, yet want it to stop.

He smirks widely. "Look at you…" He chuckles, leaning into your ear. "Like this for me… just like this… like a slut."

You moan loudly, your cunt throbbing around his cock. Your hands grip the sheets tightly, trying to keep yourself steady as he fucks you.

"Such a good girl…" He groans, his voice husky and breathless. "Such a good slut."

You shiver, nodding your head.

Ghost pushes your body down into the bed, lifting your ass further and continuing to fuck you. His fingers grip your ass tightly, his nails digging into your skin. "Do you like this? Getting fucked by your lieutenant?" He asks, his hand moving to your lower back, pushing you down further. "Fuck, who am I kidding… I know you do."

You whimper pitifully. You were so close again.

Ghost slaps your ass again, smirking. "I like it when you're a slut for me. What about you, baby?"

You whimper, nodding your head. "I like being your slut."

"I think you do, sweetheart…" He says.

You nod your head, moaning and whimpering in excitement. Ghost smirks, giving your ass a hard slap. "Beg for it…"

You whimpered. "Please- please fuck-" You say, moaning out.

"Keep begging…" He says, pulling out. He pulls your hips up, making you kneel up on the bed. He pushes your chest down, causing your ass to stick up in the air, exposed and ready for his cock. He spanks your ass, making you yelp.

"I bet you'd like to be fucked by me all day, wouldn't you? Be my little cock-sleeve." He says, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

He slaps your ass again, spanking you.

You whimper, trying to plead with him.

He grips your hips, slamming into you hard. His cock drives inside you, wrecking your cunt and filling you. His fingers dig into your hips and ass, holding you still as he fucks you.

He pulls you up, pushing his cock deep inside you and making you cry. He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you back into him.

"Oh god," you moan, your head leaning back into his shoulder.

"Fuck, you feel so good, baby…" Ghost groans.

"Please," you cry out. "N-no more…" The overstimulation to your pussy was too much.

His hips snap hard against you, his cock thrusting into you hard.

He pulls you back up, making you sit up on his lap. He leans you back against his chest, his hand moving to your hip. He registers your cry of pleasure as his cock thrusts into you again and again, his hips snapping forward.

He reaches around you, finding your clit and rubbing it roughly. You moan loudly, leaning back against him.

Ghost leans down and nibbles at your neck.

You feel his cock swell inside you, pulsing and throbbing inside you. He could feel his undoing soon. He bites down on your shoulder, making you cry out in pleasure. He thrusts his cock into you, hitting deep inside you and making your toes curl.

He grabs your hips, pulling them down and burying his cock deep inside you. He feels his cock throb and swell, filling your cunt with his seed.

He grunts loudly, holding you down against his cock as he rides out his orgasm. You moan, gripping his shoulders and pushing back against him.

"Mmm… that's it sweetheart… take all of it… cum for me…" Ghost moans.

His cock throbs inside you, spurting his load into your cunt. You moan loudly, feeling your release. Your legs tremble, thighs shaking as you cum around his cock. One last time before your body felt completely boneless, the dry orgasm pumping around the load of seed filling you deep, swelling in your cunt. Ghost pants, holding you up against him as he breathes heavily, your body limp in his arms. He kisses your shoulder softly, rubbing your belly.

"That was… mmm…" Ghost says, licking his lips and kissing your neck. "So good…"

You pant softly, leaning your head back and looking up at him. "I'm tired."

He chuckles lightly. "Go ahead and sleep… I'll clean you up."

"Okay." You smile a little. He helps you lie down on the bed, pulling his softening cock from your cunt. You feel the warm mess seep from you, coating your thighs and making you shiver.

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blushweddinggowns · 1 year

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For years, there wasn't a day that went by where Tommy Hagan didn't wish he'd never met Steve. They had known each other since pre-school. They weren't exactly fast friends, but Tommy noticed Steve right away. There was just...something about him that caught his attention. Maybe it was his laugh or maybe his smile, Tommy couldn't even remember. But he noticed him.

They're not best friends, but they're in the same small group. He tries to talk to him, he may even be just the slightest bit obsessed with him, but it's not easy to get close. There was something about Steve that was just... intimidating. Maybe it was because he was kind of an intense kid to begin with, or maybe it was because the sight of him makes Tommy's heart go into overdrive. But either way, he can never cross the threshold from friendly to close.

Not that it matters, because everything changes in second grade. It's stupid he even remembers that.

But when Eddie Munson came waltzing in that year, he might as well have never existed in Steve's eyes.

None of them did, despite the fact that the small group of four boys had been close for nearly four years before he came along. Because once Steve laid eyes on that little freak it was all over. They were inseparable and had been for years. It took about a week for Steve to forget his name, and Tommy didn't know what to do with how that made him feel.

Steve looked at him the same way that Tommy looked at Steve. And it made him sick.

But then five years later Eddie moved away, and suddenly Steve was all alone again. Tommy had moved on, of course he did. He had his own friends now, he didn't need Steve Harrington. But that didn't stop him from instantly trying to become his friend again. It works, it even works better than it did last time, now that they had sports to bond over.

But the feelings were worse than they were in grade school. Tommy learned quickly that he loved his smile, he adored the sweet way he laughed, and he would do or say about anything to see it. But despite the fact that they're closer, something wasn't right. They never get to where he was with Eddie, but he convinces himself it would just take time.

Time he didn't have, because Eddie comes back, less than two years later. It takes a few months for it to happen, but soon enough Steve is right back to where he was a few years ago, following his every beck and call, and Tommy is back to not existing. He can't help but lash out about it.

He corners him in the locker room one day, hissing, "When did you decide to go gay with Munson?"

Steve shrugged, utterly nonchalant at being accused of the biggest social sin, “Who told you that?”

“Why else would you abandon us at the drop of a hat?” Tommy couldn't hide the hurt in his voice that time, and he hated how it cracked at the very end.

Not that it mattered. Steve didn't care. He barely even looked at him as he left, calling out over his shoulder, “Believe whatever helps you sleep at night man.”

And just like that, Tommy was nothing again. Not that he cared. He moves on. He gets a girlfriend, new friends, and he doesn't let whatever weird feelings he has for Harrington affect him. Even if he's the one who starts off the rumor that their gay for each other. He only does it because it's true. Nothing more nothing less, and he's like his dad.

He's not a fan of queers. Not in his town. He just had to keep telling himself that. There's more than one time where he's close to proving that he's right.

There's one in particular, where he just knows he had been close. One day, right before practice he had seen Eddie damn near skipping away from the back of the school to the parking lot. He went back to investigate, only to find Steve smiling to himself behind the school, breathing all heavy in a way that just made Tommy's blood boil. There was even dirt on his knees for god's sake.

It infuriated him. But that was the closest he ever got to proving anything, and it hadn't amounted to jack shit. It takes years for it to actually really happen. And by then they're already out of high school. It's a weird night all around. It starts with Carol dumping him, at Lover's Lake of all places, not that it's surprising. He was a few days out from leaving for college, and the two of them had never discussed a future together. He doesn't even stop her when she decides that he should walk home, despite home being nearly five miles away.

He doesn't mind though, not really. The walk would give him time to think anyway. That's what he tries to do anyway, but all of his thoughts come to a screeching halt when he hears it, that beautiful, horrible sound.

The sound of Steve laughing. He doesn't know why he follows it, but he does. He follows it until he sees them, the Munson van parked in the middle of nowhere, the back door splayed open. He has a clear view of them from his spot on the sidelines, carefully covered by shadows.

They were cuddled up together, Steve heavily leaning into Eddie's side as they talked, "Y'know, it's kinda nice to get this for another year."

Eddie snorted at that, "There are stars in the city babe. But thank you for trying to make my failure have an upside."

Tommy watches, wide-eyed as Steve kisses him quiet, quickly muttering against his mouth, "You're not a failure. You're just academically challenged."

He does it so easily. Like he'd done it a million times before, and he probably had. Eddie just sighed, "Yeah, yeah. Potato, potatoe."

Steve kissed him again, and his second try was more effective at shutting him up. He ignored the comment, opting to lean back into his chest and point up at the stars, "Tell me about that one."

Eddie starts prattling off about whatever constellation Steve had pointed out, not that Tommy cared. He was still reeling from what he'd seen. Here it finally was, the proof he's always wanted. And the funny thing was, who gave a shit? He was leaving in a matter of days. High school was over, and unless he wanted to personally call up everyone in his yearbook to share the news, no one was going to give a shit.

It was over. And maybe that's why he can finally admit it to himself. He never cared that they were queer. He cared that it wasn't him. That no matter how much Tommy had tried to be close to Steve it didn't matter. He didn't choose him. He'd never choose him. All he wanted was to be in Eddie Munson's place, and he was never going to get it.

The realization isnt as shocking as he had expected it to be. Maybe because he had seen it coming. But it still makes him pissed. He hated Steve for that. Or at least he wanted to even if his stupid heart wouldn't let him.

But you know who he could hate? Eddie Munson. Because if he had never come back then maybe Tommy would be where he was right now. It would have taken more time sure, but at least he would have had a chance.

He'd always hate him for that. But one thing was for sure. Tommy was never going to let this happen to him again.

He leaves for college and tries his damndest to forget. He convinces himself that Steve was a fluke, an exception to the rule. Tommy was normal, he would be fine. With or without him.

He meets a nice girl, gets decent grades, and goes right into sales. They get married in 1990, their first kid in 1992, and Tommy has almost convinced himself that he's happy.

He doesn't see Steve again for years. Not until 1996. He's in Indianapolis for a conference, fresh off the plane. He stops off at a coffee shop, realizing too late what kind of atmosphere he'd walked into. The rainbow flags, the piercings, he'd somehow managed to walk into what was probably the only queer coffee shop in the city. Any other time he'd walked out by now. But he's tired, he's jetlagged, and there's no one here he knows to preform for. He just wants some caffeine.

He's waiting for his order when it happens. He's looking around the space, mindless and bored when he spots a couple curled up together in a booth, doing the Sunday crossword puzzle. It takes a minute for him to realize just why his eyes stop on them, but then one of them laughs. And it's that same god-forsaken laugh of his childhood, the same one that still sent shivers up his spine.

He almost can't believe what he sees. But it's them, Eddie and Steve, laughing it up while they scribbled into their newspaper. Steve turned his head to kiss Eddie's jaw once before going back to what was in front of him, playfully arguing over something he'd said. Tommy didn't know how long he had been staring for, but it was long enough to get caught. Eventually, Eddie looks up and catches his eye, his own widening at the sight of him. But besides that, he doesn't do anything. Tommy knows he recognizes him, but he doesn't nudge Steve. He just looks away and kisses the side of his head, his focus already back on the newspaper in front of them.

Tommy couldn't help but think that they looked...happy. A lot happier than how he felt. It made him feel ill all over again.

He leaves the coffee shop without his order, despite the fact that he had already paid. He opts to sleep his exhaustion off at the hotel, failing to get the thoughts of them snuggled up together out of his head.

He thought he would be over it by now. He was a happily married man. Two kids, a decent job. He was past this high school bullshit. But that same feeling was welling up in his chest again. That horrible jealousy, and a reminder that yes, he still hated Eddie Munson.

Because now he has to acknowledge it, a fact about his life that he had been avoiding for years. He's not happy. Not like that.

He doesn't see either of them for a long time after that. He's 49. Divorced. A good relationship with his daughter, and a strained one with his son. He's back in Indiana to take care of his mom, now that his dad was dead, though he at least got her to agree to move out of the pit known as Hawkins. They settle in a three-bedroom in Indianapolis, and it works, surprisingly. He had been so worried about introducing his mom to David, let alone them living together, but she adores him immediately. It took a few years for her to come around, but when she did it was complete.

Tommy loved her for it. And for the first time in a long time, he's happy.

It's a pretty snap decision to get tattoos of each other's names. But he did promise David he could have whatever he wanted for his birthday. It's silly and corny and something for people who were twenty years younger than him. But fuck it. You only lived once, right?

They pick a random shop walking him together one day, both of them laughing with each other as they picked out a book design. By the time they're up next, Tommy is in high spirits, which is maybe why he's so unprepared for who comes waltzing up to them.

It's fucking Eddie Munson. He introduces himself as their artist, eyes narrowing at Tommy. It takes him a second to place him, but Tommy recognizes him straight away. Despite being 50, the guy looks startlingly similar. The same long hair, now with streaks of gray. The same cocky smile, the same confident walk. There are some crow's feet and laugh lines on his face now, and maybe he moves a little slower, but it's Eddie Munson through and through.

With a brand new ring on his left hand.

Eddie doesn't come to the full realization until he has David set up in his chair, and he's literally sketching out Tommy's name onto the back of his neck.

He mumbles to himself, "Well who would have fucking thought?"

"What was that?" David asked, completely unaware of the history between the two men. Of course he was, Tommy wasn't exactly bursting at the seams to tell his long-term boyfriend about what a massive homophobe he used to be.

"Think I might know your boyfriend from high school is all," Eddie answers for him, eyes on Tommy while he disinfects the skin, "Though he was closer to my husband than he was to me."

It shouldn't have been surprising, but the question still escapes from Tommy's mouth regardless, "You guys still together?"

Eddie gives him a long look as he answers, "Since we were 16. But you knew that, didn't you?"

David grins at that. Of course, he does, completely lost to the tension pulsing between them. He's a hopeless romantic to the letter, "You've been with your husband since high school? That's so sweet!"

Eddie breaks eye contact, face relaxing, "Thirty-one years. We're one of those. But enough about me, how about we get started?"

Eddie makes small talk as he works, which just makes Tommy tense up even more, waiting for the inevitable shoe to drop, "How long have you two been together?"

"Four years," David says proudly, "Living together for two."

"Well isn't that sweet," Eddie mumbles as he changes the ink color, taking a quick chance to raise a brow at Tommy, "Who would have thought that Hagan would settle down."

"So what was Tommy like in high school?" David asked, clearly excited to meet someone from the past that he refused to talk about, "Were you guys, friends?"

"Not exactly," Eddie says, casual. Like Tommy isn't on the edge of his seat waiting for him to just say what he wants to say, "Like I said, he was closer to my husband. But they fell out of touch. Life after high school and all. Though I know he was a hell of a basketball player."

He leaves it at that, plain and simple, like his kindness for keeping his mouth shut wasn't leaving Tommy reeling. They finish their appointment in relative silence, though it ended up being less awkward than Tommy could have prayed for.

He doesn't say anything until David goes to the bathroom and he's left to pay, raising a brow at Eddie, "You didn't have to do that you know."

He snorted, "Is that your version of a thank you?"

"I am thankful but-"

Eddie interrupts him, "Look man, I just figured that over the past thirty years, you managed to change. None of my business to try and mess up what you have now." He says it with a tone of finality. Not necessarily forgiveness, but it's definite.

It doesn't stop the apology from coming out of his mouth though, "I appreciate that. I do, and for the record, I am sorry. About everything. I know it doesn't really mean shit but I am."

Eddie's face remains impassive as he hands him back his card, "Okay."

"And uh, could you tell Steve that for me too?"

That made him crack a smile, "Oh don't worry, he's gonna hear all about it. I'll let him know."

David was walking back to him by then, bright and happy while he saddled up to his side. Tommy waved as they left, hands interwoven when they went to walk home. He felt a lot of things in that moment.

Ashamed of the past, embarrassed for his behavior, and grateful that Eddie kept his mouth shut about what an asshole he had been. But there was something missing. That familiar feeling of jealousy and loathing was gone completely. He tightened his hold on David's hand, bringing it up to his mouth to kiss his fingers, just to hear him laugh.

One thing was for sure, he didn't hate Eddie Munson anymore, not one bit.

a cut interlude for this fic that i thought i'd post here. It ended up closing too many doors of where the story should go, but I think it's still interesting.

#internalized homophobia #tommy hagan #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie ficlet #wooooo sadness #angst #steddie childhood friends au #the universe trapped in your skin #tommy pov #it works out though #steddie fic #secret relationship steddie

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koenigsbleachedshirt · 7 months

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Please I need some emotions...I need how all three would react to finding YN beat up or something. The emotions, the angst, the possessive and protectiveness....PLS I BEG OF YOU

Bet 🙏🏻

TW: graphic violence, fighting, shooting

y/cs = your callsign

initial situation -> you were out on a mission with your team to deal with a no-name terrorist group. Everything had gone well until the last standing member managed to slam the butt of his gun against the back of your head. You toppled to the ground in pain, vision peppered with black spots. "Fuck... you piece of shit." You hiss when he gets you on your back and starts beating down on you.

Ghost

He hadn't seen or heard of you after calling through the comms, so he grew worried. "Cap', y/cs hasn't responded to my inquiries, I'mma go 'ave a look." Ghost informs Price, who nods in return.

He was decently close with you, so it left a bitter taste in his mouth when you didn't respond. What if someone had managed to mortally injure you and you were laying somewhere and bleeding out?

Ghost hurried through the rooms of the mostly cleared building and came to a stop when he spotted one of the terrorists on top of you, his fists continuously beating down on your, by now unconscious, body. Then he saw red.

Simon ran towards the fucker who dared to touch you yanked him up by his vest, literally throwing him a few feet away from you before proceeding to punch his living daylights out. "Ya fuckin' dare to hurt one of our mates?! I'm gonna fuckin' kill ya, damn cunt!"

He doesn't stop bashing his face in until it's a bloody mess, his fists dripping with the man's blood. He doesn't spare him another glance before going to check on you, blood running cold when he sees the state you're in. Simon's heart is beating out of his chest at the sight; your lip is busted and still slightly bleeding. There's also a laceration on your cheekbone and a nasty bruise forming around it, and not to forget the black eye you're starting to get.

Ghost exhales a shaky breath and gently scoops you up into his arms, careful not to hurt you any further. That bastard has probably beaten more places than just your face.

And he's going to kill them all by himself if he has to.

König

He had just finished absolutely obliterating five of the terrorists in another room and was about to check up on his team when he heard your pained cries from across the hall. König didn't waste any time, running to the source of the sound and kicking open the slightly ajar door.

The man was sitting on your stomach, violently beating you up; you try your best to kick him off, but he's too big. All you can do is try to shield your face, but it doesn't do much because he still got a few good hits on you.

But then you see your Colonel behind your attacker, distracting you enough to catch a fist to the jaw, and suddenly, you're out cold.

The giant colonel did not enjoy that. He picks the asshole up by the back of his collar and puts him in a chokehold. "You made a giant mistake here, du kleiner Bastard." König says into the terrorist's ear, sounding almost demonic, before he manhandles him around.

And then he breaks his back, like a stick that's being snapped over his knee. The man screams bloody murder, but König isn't done. Next, he breaks the arm he used to beat you up with, snapping it so hard the bone broke through the skin. And then the man went limp, either fell unconscious due to the pain, or straight up died.

He couldn't care less, though, as he tossed him aside and moved to kneel down next to your knocked out form. A pang of panic went through him as he hurriedly picked you up to evacuate and get you to a medic as soon as possible.

König is not going to lose you. Not when he finally found a new purpose.

Keegan

He witnessed it all through the scope of his sniper rifle, jaw clenched tightly. How dare this terrorist scum hurt you?

"Sergeant Russ here, I'm going in." He says into the comms before quickly making his way to where this man decided to touch something that wasn't his.

When Keegan arrived, you were already knocked out, his blood running cold. "You dare hurt my y/cs? Oh, you've made a grave mistake there." He says, voice dangerously low as he raises his assault rifle.

The terrorist on top of you freezes, arm raised back for another punch, but not plowing down again. "Get the fuck off of them, hands in the air."

The man does what he's told, but right when he's back on his feet, he moves to take out his gun, probably trying to shoot Keegan.

But instead, he aims it at you. Keegan's eyes widen, and without thinking, he shoots the terrorist straight through the forehead. The man's aim falters but still pulls the trigger, and the bullet lands inches from your face on the ground.

Keegan drops his rifle from the shock; that fucking man almost killed you right in front of him. His whole body is shaking as he flops down next to you, one hand gently caressing your cheek. "You're safe now. Let's go back to base." He says before slinging his rifle around himself and then picking you up and carrying you out of the building.

#ask - answered #cod mw2 #cod x reader #konig x reader #könig x reader #ghost x reader #keegan x reader #konig angst #könig angst #ghost angst #keegan angst #tw violence #tw guns #tw injury #tw shooting

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!Spoilers for pretty much all of Teenage Mercenary!

I just need to get my facts down about some of the things going on in the background cause it's confusing to me and I have shitty memory. This is pretty much how I've interpreted everything that is going on, feel free to correct me if I'm wrong

Iron is the head of the whole organization that Camp and Forest were a part of. They take in jobs and send them down as orders to either Camp or Forest. Forest was formed after camp and considered inferior to the numbers

None of the numbers know where these orders are coming from and they are currently investigating

They are likely the ones who killed those 26 numbers Ijin disabled during his escape, ordering someone from Forest to do it or directly ordering a traitor number (my theory) to do it because Mad Dog didn't seem to know who killed them that day. They probably killed them because they were becoming too uncontrollable and there was no real leverage they had over them to keep them working for them the way they were doing to Alice with her little brother and Ijin's escape was their best bet to get rid of them all as they were incapacitated and unable to protect themselves

The Camp has completely dissolved at this point in the story and of the 14 still living, we only know 9 so one of the missing five is likely a traitor. Maybe all five of them are and they've been integrated into Forest. 002 doesn't seem to care much about them so it's possible. Or maybe they just died. Who knows?

SW is one of Iron's competitors and is growing relevant in the world of weapons export and war. When Jiye's brother reached out to them to kill Jiye, they were more than happy to do so as that would be a blow to their competitor and would give them a way to destroy SW from the inside if the brother signed a contract with him like he initially wanted to. Ijin obviously ruined this.

The Vorrei Family (which consists of Sophia the blond girl, her brother, and Chairman Andrew) is currently in a contract with Iron but is heavily considering signing a contract with SW and their subsidiary SW defence and whether or not this happens will help with the growth of their weapons export business

This obviously angered Iron and they sent Anna to kidnap Sophia and her brother under the care of SW which would of course ruin the relationship between Chairman Andrew and SW but Ijin ruined this. This created a very good relationship between the Vorrei Family and SW

Alice has infiltrated SW because Iron wants insider information on SW so they could effectively ruin them from the inside, however the mess with the numbers and 004 being a presumptuous little prick (I love him regardless lmao) ruined everything for them

Now the timeline of Ijin's backstory

The plane crashed ten years ago when he was nine (Korean age so technically he was eight and is currently eighteen)

The Camp picked him up from the plane crash and patched him up, forcing him to join the whole training with no memory of himself or his past while speaking in a foreign language. He was trainee #982 out of the initial 1000 ppl that were at the Camp

He met 005 almost immediately after joining

Inhumane training and missions had to have continued at least until he was twelve or thirteen before the initial 1000 was whittled down to a measly group of 40.

During that training, he constantly went against the Camp's teachings, never leaving behind anyone who was injured and taking those who were dying to a peaceful area for them to pass away in rather than dying in the middle of a battlefield. He was punished for it a lot but it made most of the other trainees trust him and see him as their leader. Some of them admired 002 and regarded him as the leader and were later upset when they saw that Ijin was granted the number 001 but 002 was fine with it and followed Ijin's instructions

At some point, Mad Dog assigned him as leader of the numbers and went to kill 016 because he collapsed during a roll call of some kind but Ijin got in his way. They got into a fight and that's when Ijin gave Mad Dog his scar. Mad Dog has hated him since

He remained at camp until he was fourteen and at some point, he had killed a mother and daughter, a memory which stuck with him and traumatized him in a certain way. I believe it also provoked his 'betrayal'.

He disobeyed orders from Camp and Mad Dog sent most of the numbers after him. He incapacitated 26 and some of the other numbers like 006 turned a blind eye to let him escape however they became angry when they were told that he killed the 26 numbers even though he didn't

He was heavily injured and passed out in a river where he was found by Lucas, the mercenary village chief.

All the stuff in the village and the looters (Immortal and his gang) happened and then he became Jin for the next five years. He briefly ran into 018 and that one girl who tried to kidnap Jiye during this time and saved Sophia from her kidnapper. Saving Evelyn and her mother also helped jog his memory and remember his mother telling him "--Jin, I love you" and while the plane was crashing with an oxygen mask on his face, his parents hugged him and told him "--Jin, Mommy and Daddy love you very much." I love the fact that he started to remember after he saved Evelyn and her mom, it's such a nice detail man.

Also, someone thank Grandpa Lucas for trying to protect Ijin from the horrors of being a mercenary despite already knowing he was a child soldier. He bandaged him up after he got injured and told him to take better care of himself, gave him a lot of food and practically raised Ijin for a good chunk of his teenage years. His last message to Ijin (Chp. 163) and Ijin crying for the very first time hit me right in the feels

Ijin met Yeona's dad during his time as Jin and after the dad died, word got back to the Head of SW about Ijin.

Major Kang was attacked six months before canon and because he was Jiye's fiance and this was clearly an opportunity to meet his son's savior (and a potential asset for his developing weapons subsidiary but that's another topic -__-), he hired Jin to save the Major and his troop

I do believe SW was involved in finding Ijin's family both in order to fulfill Yeona's dad's last wish to get Ijin out of the warzone he lived in and because Grandpa Shin is shady af and probably wants to use Ijin. I don't think he's a bad person but he doesn't really have Ijin's best interests in mind. He's a businessman, after all. Good men don't make good businessmen.

Ijin being there has also brought him a ton of opportunities and prevented him from losing his granddaughters and a fuck ton of opportunities if Ijin hadn't been there to save the day so it makes sense that he and Jiye as well, are so adamant about keeping him by their side

But anyway, that pretty much concludes my info dump with a mix of my personal interpretations for now. Like I said before feel free to correct me if I've said something wrong

Now take this random badass panel of my children :)

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LEGEND

Legend is reasonable, he’d consider, just not when he's presented with (almost) constant questions and concerns regarding his relationship status with his closest friend.

Any question along the lines of “so when’d you two start dating,” are quickly met with a snappy response with little second thought. “I saw you with your significant other not too long ago,” and any further ramblings are quickly put to an end when he sends a withering gaze their way.

At some point, Legend becomes tired of comments regarding his relationship with you. If it weren't for his aversion to dark magic, he’d drown himself in a curse of some sort that stopped any related questions entirely.

He’s never turned down acts of reassurance from your side. Whether they are words of affirmation or acts of affection, he never fails to be less inconvenienced about the event when you intervene.

Legend tends to hold his sharp tongue when you're around. He’s never rude to you, or (sometimes) to the other Links, when you're around because he always wants to be a better version of himself when you're around.

That doesn't mean he's good at biting his tongue.

He’s very much susceptible to rolling his eyes, groaning, and telling someone to shut up with a scoff. Legend might wind it down even further with a “please leave us alone,” or “can you just drop it,” if you don't seem pleased by his responses.

Despite his very obvious annoyance when it comes to misinterpretations of his relationship, Legend is quick to dispel any doubts you may have in your mind.

“Would you rather I tone down on the affection? I—” Absolutely not. You’re the only person he feels comfortable with when it comes to anything tactile; he's so used to it now, he’d rather die than lose it all because of some stupid rumor.

“Maybe we shouldn't share food or drinks anymore. It sends the wrong idea.” Okay? Who cares about an indirect kiss? What even is it? You either kiss or you don't. Besides, you have food that he wants to steal (or, he has food he wants you to try), where's the issue with that? Is sharing not caring?

One way or another, Legend is one of the less tolerant Links when it comes to his platonic relationship being taken the wrong way, only being rivaled by Wind and Four’s Blue.

“My Great Goddesses,” Legend groans under his breath. He folds his hands on the side of his temple, the beginnings of a headache working its way into his mind the longer he (forcibly) hears the group of older women coo over his supposed relationship. “Make them stop.”

A swift kick under the tavern table makes Legend’s complaints come to an end. The sharp glance you sent him reels him back in like a dog on a leash.

“Sorry,” he mutters just barely under his breath.

You laugh quietly, just barely audible over the afternoon rush. “I was trying to tell you to go after them,” you hum in an equally low voice. “I’m honestly a little tired of it too.”

“Seriously?”

“Naturally.”

There's a giddy feeling that fills Legend as he stands. It might have been the slight buzz that came with his drinks, or the more natural feeling that was released when he realized he wouldn't have to be nice anymore, but the feeling is there nevertheless.

“Will you cover my part of the bill if I manage to do it without making them leave?”

“Half.”

“Three-quarters.”

“Twenty-five percent.”

“You don’t love me anymore?”

Taking out your wallet, you shake your head at his antics while putting rupees on the table. “You forget the last time you pulled something like this; but I do love you, yes.”

“I love you too, then,” he hums, pressing a kiss to your cheek with a pat on your arm. “I’ll be sure to pay you back— eventually.”

TWILIGHT

This is not the first time he's been in a situation like this, shockingly. He and Ilia went through this same scenario with the villagers of Ordon, but it's the same twenty people with the same two rumors, so everything was squashed between them rather quickly.

But this isn't Ordon. It’s not the same twenty people; it’s everyone in different eras revolving endlessly.

Yet, Twilight doesn't mind.

Every question and comment is easily passed off with “oh, we’re just friends,” or “oh, no! I don’t see them that way,” with a light laugh.

Tactile responses such as hugs, kisses (to the forehead, cheek, hand, wrist), and hand holding are natural to Twilight. He never oversteps his boundaries (whether they're set or not), so his old habits are always fitted for them.

Being called your boyfriend be damned, Twilight is clingy. He's a wolf at heart, so being around those he considers to be a part of his clan. He gently pulls you out of the way from oncoming carriages with an arm around your waist, rests his chin on your shoulder or head while listening to whatever you’re rambling on about, and presses a kiss on your cheek in greeting and goodbye— but it's still strictly platonic.

Twilight holds more than enough respect to shut down anything like “I bet your wedding will be so beautiful,” and “your children will be the prettiest,” for the both of you. “We already agreed we’d be each other's mate of honor,” and “I already told them they’d be the godparent for my kids if I have any,” are almost always his responses.

Unlike Legend, Twilight genuinely finds it amusing everytime someone gets the wrong idea. He finds it easy to joke about when the person is gone or hours after the fact, but he will stop if he finds you don't find it as funny as him.

If, on the off-chance, you both visit Ordon (assuming you aren't from there), more rumors would pop up once more. Are you another Ilia? How long have you known Link? Do you treat him well, at least? Is that a ring on your finger? Are you wearing his pelt? When's the wedding?

Twilight is quicker to cut those off at the source before they spiral. No, he's known you as a friend for a long while (at least to him) and you’ve just so happened to grow close, he’d like to think you do, it's a family heirloom, and you just wanted to see the appeal in why he wore it all the time— now, please. Stop.

“It’s not funny.”

“It’s not?”

“No..”

“Yeah, alright.”

Twilight hides from the barely cracked door, hands cupped over the lower half of his face to muffle his laughter.

He can understand where the inn owner might have gotten the idea that the two of you were an item.

Upon first entering the establishment, he was pushing himself against you as though you shared the same body (the result of paranoia following a run-in with a particularly strong group of poes). He had insisted you get one room instead of two before you claimed one bed was fine when told there was no room available with two.

He supposes the final nail in the coffin would’ve been when he dropped his wallet on the counter when you started rummaging to get out your own, dragging you up their stairs once the key was dropped into his hand.

Twilight can see the beginnings of your laughter work its way through your body and face as you close the door. The owner’s inconvenienced “try not to be too loud; I’d like to not lose any more customers because of pairs like you,” rattling around in your minds when he stopped by to return Twilight's large pouch.

“It’s still not funny,” you say, trying to steal yourself as you stumble back to the bed. “It— it won’t. It’s mean.”

Denial and the urge to be the bigger person was slowly diminishing within you. It was undeniable.

Twilight joins you on the bed, shifting and ignoring the burning pain from his scrapes as you both become comfortable. The cramping he’d feel during the night was inevitable, but he could withstand it knowing he was right.

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wanted 2 make a post about some positive things that happened at iDKHOW Buffalo last night, because there certainly was good in there, for everyone involved, and i want to highlight/talk about that stuff!

i make these posts a lot for shows, mostly for myself so i don't forget, but others seem 2 enjoy them too, and i don't think last night's show should be any exception.

- first of all, OPENING BAND in the crowd!!! something i have never heard of dallon doing for that one before, and all things considered, i fully see why he chose to do it here as it fit the clear vibe of just wanting to be close with and sort of revel in the connection with the crowd - and the ability of that to make everything better.

there were no flamboyant theatrics like with visitation, just all of us singing together (it was also just anthony playing onstage), and homie stayed out with us for a long time - most of the song. i was also right up there which was nice.

(i'm just gonna put a keep reading thingy here you can click so this doesn't clog tags/folks' dash due to being long)

was just super sentimental. dallon even brought the "gives me.... and ____ a purpose" thing back, mentioning/gesturing towards anthony, & also the thing where when we're all doing the last "band" he like, leans back and yells it with his hands around his mouth. just kinda got me & made me smile since he didn't do either of those things on saturday, and i always do them out of habit when singing the song because of past shows.

definitely the best moment of the night & the embodiment of everything i love about idkhow. he truly made the best out of everything.

i didn't film all of it, & also my camera angles are bad since i didn't want to shove my phone in dallon (or anyone's) face. this is the only video i really feel comfortable posting from last night since it just felt like everything was alright in that moment, 100%. not that i took many in the first place for that reason, but you get the idea.

- dallon strutting around with a pride flag from someone for half a song!! let me tell you, bro was showing that thing OFF. sadly i just had my film camera in hand in the moment so i just grabbed maybe five shots on that aka i don't have em yet, but i'll have em eventually, and it sure did happen, and it was great. did see a few posts in idkhow's tagged on instagram if ya wanna peep.

- back to what i said in regards to opening band about making a rough situation more positive, dallon brought up this exact point (even moreso than usual, including just on saturday in rochester) earlier in the show while talking about a letter - he went really in depth about turning negative stuff into something beautiful. and was talking about how when he wrote the song, he could only hear what we were doing now (you know the parts, in the chorus) in his head, and now he gets to actually experience it, and so he never stops playing this song even 20 years after he wrote it. i love dallon's love for a letter, man, and hope he never does stop.

- downside has truly become one of my favorite live songs. holy moly dude it had even the otherwise seemingly casual fans going wild, possibly even more than rochester actually. that is a song to freakin JUMP to if there ever was one!!!

- did mention this in my post from last night, but a while after the show (there were only maybe a dozen of us around at this point), on his way out to the bus, dallon kind of smiled & waved at us/said thank you, first to the larger group closer to the venue and then to the few of us a bit further down, too.

can't really word it right, but just the fact that despite seeming quite down, still, bro took care to make sure we all felt appreciated/not ignored was sweet. i think maybe he could tell we were concerned, i don't know, dude, all i do know is there's a lot of kindness in that dude's eyes.

had honestly never really interacted with dallon all these years prior to these shows (besides theatrical visitation crowd stuff), so i hadn't fully realized until these past few days - really given me a different perspective i hadn't fully caught onto before amidst the dramatic aspects of idkhow/dallon & their shows, i guess.

point is, dallon's a kind dude. be good to him. just wanted to say that.

- and finally, last night was my eighth (!) idkhow show, & what's crazy is i have never traveled more than an hour & a half for one all this time. i can't say that goes for any other band, and that fact doesn't go lost on me. western ny loves and shows up for idkhow, & idkhow loves and shows up for western ny always. <3

i just have so much love for all this, dude. i miss the shows already.

this project & dallon's music & the live shows have all been in my life for so long. both of these shows have been special in some way or another, last night being a reminder of how powerful everything idkhow has going is to the point of being able to make something good out of, well, whatever might be going on.

truly hope to catch another show back around here sometime soon. please get out 2 a gig if you can - chances are, like me and everyone i've encountered, really, at their shows, you'll never want to stop going, either, if you do. :p

#idkhow #i dont know how but they found me #gloomtown tour #dallon weekes #idkhowposting #wavernot4love gets 2 the gig

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mias-back-from-the-dead · 7 months

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caught up to wwdits season five and oh my GOD

The turn to Everything Is Genuine with Guillermo's story clicking into place is fucking chefs kiss mua mua

(writing under the cut is mostly me spoilerly-gushing rather than any actual deep analysis)

Cuz like. there's the show-long trend of Nandor constantly pushing Guillermo away from vampirism has been treated as joke, framed as a joke the entire time, exacerbated with a wild amount of emphasis on how Nandor is characterized as a bit of a dummy in social interactions. Every time Guillermo gets closer to either a) Nandor and the other housemates or b) Belonging in Vampirism/being taken seriously as a threat he gets knocked back in one vicious way or another.

And so a lot of the energy in the fandom for the last few seasons has been "lol what if this is like that old romance drama trope where one party's actively putting distance and being cruel because it's what they think will be kinder in the long run for the other party, wouldn't that be so juicy? very regency drama! its way too sappy to be canon, Nandor's not playing the long game, they're OBVIOUSLY gonna play it off as a goof forever but let's play in this space :)"

but no

no that's ACTUALLY what's been fucking going on, at least for the last few years or so in-show!!!!! Nandor CAN'T keep pushing and insisting that he doesn't belong in the dynamic of the house anymore, especially in season 4 with all the bonding done co-parenting with Laszlo and weird family night stuff with Nadja. The group can cut off Guillermo mid-conversation all they want (probably out of rote habit) but literally everyone (except maybe colin? if he never gets his child-season memories back that is) would fucking take a stake for the guy. In Nandor's case literally.

Guillermo's gotten too close to them all so Nandor CAN'T keep running excuses for not turning Guillermo (forced diner comedy voice: haha wouldn't it be sooooo funny if you were a vampire? :)) other than the ACTUAL reason, which is that he's considered vampirism to be a curse for some time now, and KNOWS Guillermo would be miserable with it.

and he was right

Too much time elapsed between his late season 3 descent into "brutal vampire-hunter ready to murder Nandor if needs must" and the time of his turning. He gained and lost a boyfriend, he reconnected with his family, was at Nandor's side for an incredibly human journey of desperately trying to seek happiness via marriage.

The shampoo scene is SUCH a good depiction of it, overhearing all that just confirms Nandor's suspicions of what Guillermo needs. Sure, he knows that Guillermo likes the ceremony and pathos of his little made-up induction, but he knows he NEEDS a real choice to make. One that he's been hoping for (please do not bear the same curse as me, I know you would hate killing innocents) and dreading (does it make me a worse monster if I wanted you to revel in the blood in order to stay by my side), but under all his posturing he knows Guillermo's choice as easily as he would his own.

No more dismissiveness, no more pretending to forget serious things about Guillermo to push him away. He remembers the words spoken from Guillermo over a decade ago, the place where they first met, where he grew up and who his family is.

He knows Guillermo's choice.

I'm just. I'm just frothing at the fucking mouth about this because no amount of cutting Guillermo off mid-sentence is going to put that rabbit back in the fucking hat for season 6. There was still a decent bet on Nandor not turning Guillermo for bullshit and/or comedy reasons if their weird season 3 elopement thing went off without a hitch. For him to mayyybe seem he might not care, or not want to turn him due to purely selfish reasons (like when CEOs sabotage secretaries to keep them by his side).

There's NO way they're gonna sell that he doesn't care anymore and I'm SO FUCKING CURIOUS to see how that shakes out now.

#also what was with the helsing beard anyone know more info on that #what we do in the shadows #wwdits #wwdits season 5 #wwdits spoilers #nandor the relentless #guillermo de la cruz

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kitkatopinions · 8 months

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What made you don't like coco? Other than the Nazi allusion of course which is fucked. No hate btw, just curious of your opinions. I only follow RWBY proper and don't read the spinoffs, I don't give a shit about her either way.

So outside of her allusion being Coco Chanel, there are a couple of problems with Coco in the canon content of RWBY that made me think she was an over-rated character even before knowing about her allusion, reading Before the Dawn, and seeing the Chibi skits with her in them.

She told Velvet to just... not fight in season 2 when Vale was attacked by Grimm. It was a pretty serious thing where civilians could've been hurt, and it could've resulted in a much larger fight if it didn't get contained, but apparently Coco didn't care about that as much as she cared about being flashy with Velvet's weapon later for some reason.

Coco's fight with the Grimm is one of the worst fights of the first three seasons, she seemed very stationary and took like five minutes to take down one Grimm which she took her sweet time to do and like, clunkily clumsily hit it with her purse and kicked it in the crotch (which is such frat-boy humor tbh anyway.) And it was all while this really high energy song was playing and us as audience members were supposed to be like "whoa cool, look at the upperclassmen!" But like... Comparing Coco's fight to any other main character's early fights, she looks much less impressive. This wouldn't be so bad if we weren't clearly meant to think she's super cool in that moment.

Those were just a couple of small things that made me a bit annoyed with her because I just couldn't see the appeal in a character that didn't seem to take a Grimm attack seriously and then seemed to not be that good at fighting when that was like all there was to her besides a vague idea that she liked fashion and was confident, two things you could get from other characters easily.

Then there's the books. I didn't read the first one, but I read the first like fifteen chapters of Before the Dawn and tbh I thought Coco was so annoying. Here's why.

She's super judgmental towards people she doesn't even know. She basically decides she hates Sun and that he's a talentless loafer and a horrible leader the first time you ever see them interact, and every time she thinks about Sun, she takes the least generous outlook of him and is making assumptions and thinking rude things about him. She also judges a girl Reese for the way she dresses.

One of the things that Coco takes issue with in Sun was him needing help fighting off a group of like four powerful adults who he saw stalking a woman and tried to help with that to make sure she was okay, and Coco assumed he must've been like hitting on her or something? And also made fun of him for needing help instead of just beating them, which to me felt also hypocritical as well as judgmental considering we saw Coco be unable to hold her own against one teenager when she was fighting with Yatsuhashi in the Vytal Tournament, like Merc was literally running circles around them both, and then she's like 'oh the guy who went onto the finals must be so much worse than me because he can't take on four powerful adults on his own!"

She is super prideful tbh in a way that's icky for a future badge carrying law enforcement officer. Three things that come to mind is one time she stood up and people fell silent and she inwardly reflected on the fact that it felt good that people were afraid of her, another time she inwardly reflected that one of her problems with Reese was that she'd put things to a vote with her team whereas Coco just made choices and didn't need any other input, and one time she went to save a civilian and when he protested that she called him helpless Coco threatened to abandon the guy to get attacked and one of her friends proudly thought about how she was super sadistic and it was cool.

Another thing that isn't cool in a future badge carrying law enforcement officer is that Coco seemed to really detest having to follow... Any sort of rules, and in fact a 'clue' that one of her teachers was possessed or something was that the teacher was doing things like telling Coco she couldn't do things she wanted to do and didn't have the authority to just walk around doing whatever she wanted. I don't remember all the details, but there was this strong element of them not wanting accountability or rules and being frustrated every time they had to follow rules.

Also I can't remember anything specific right now, but she kind of thought some weird stuff about people from Vacuo sometimes that made me be like ??? and in the first book (though I haven't read it) she does things like name the nightvision glasses Velvet gave her 'BunnyVision' which is a yikes, and especially coupled with her Nazi allusion, it makes her venom towards Vacuo born Asian Faunus Sun seem more than a little suspicious.

So yeah, those were reasons I collected to not like Coco from the book. Then there's Chibi.

In the Chibi skits, Coco calls Velvet "Bun Bun," which just makes their already uncomfortable dynamic worse and feels very microaggression-y.

In all Coco's skits, it was painfully obvious that whoever wrote them really really REALLY wanted EVERYONE to think she was just so so so cool. Like, they read like 'everyone clapped' reddit stories, and they specifically had like 'cool' rwby characters desperately trying to be as cool as she is, and everyone was fangirling over Coco who just couldn't care less. And it was just super annoying, like the more they hype up Coco and try to convince me that she's cool, the more that I look at her stupid Nazi-themed outfit and her bad personality and go "Huh?" Like maybe instead of trying to convince me to like her, the writers should've made a better character. XD

Aaaand the last reason I don't like Coco is because she has some of the most annoying fans in the entire rwby fandom. The glorification of Coco as some girlboss queen and 'great lesbian rep' who just cannot be removed from the RWBY lineup is just wildly off the charts. One time I made this post that was like "shouldn't we want more from our queer representation than a Nazi-inspired character? Shouldn't we be trying to get Rooster Teeth to retire Coco for the sake of the Jewish fans who are rightfully uncomfortable and tell them to make Velvet openly queer so she can head this extra content instead?" And people got furious with me, and I think I might've even got death threats for that. Also, the amount of times I've seen Coco stans attack Jewish people for complaining about her being based off of a Nazi... Like the response is always "you just hate lesbians," to Jewish queer people! Also, this is less important than the antisemitism but a Coco stan once got annoyed that my sister said not only should Coco never make fun of what another girl is wearing but that it was bold coming from someone who also doesn't dress in a way that's traditionally considered fashionable, and they started picking apart my sister's fashion sense and appearance. I'm sure there are some fine people who like Coco, but on a general whole they tend to be bad news, and the venom they defend their Nazi best girl with severely put me off of the character even more than normal.

So yeah, outside of the allusion, it's a combination of her just being not well done in her first appearance and yet framed as really good, her having a bad personality in the book I read where I didn't think she was fit to be a badge carrying law enforcement officer, her Chibi skits trying to make her the coolest of the cool in a really forced way, and her fans sometimes being terrible people. XD

#rwde #anti coco adel #tw; nazis #tw; nazi mention #trigger warning; nazis

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solluve · 2 years

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noctyx school drabbles!!

ecoute cherieeee jsgsawqiuw I HAVE A FINAL EXAM

not proofread, I'll do it when I have more energy!!@ ────────────────────────

alban

The second school's tornado. He would ruin everything with his silly pranks alongside another mf named Mysta. You didn't even want to THINK about what he was going to do for his senior prank, maybe he'll nuke the school. (I can see him doing that deadass,,) however his classes were mostly upstairs, while you preformed hall duty downstairs. You had only heard from your colleagues that worked with you on how bad he was. You were thankful for once, you didn't even have a choice on what floor you wanted to monitor.

Until now.

"Y/nn, cmon! The teachers don't pay attention to who does what hallway, as long as their there! The person in charge doesn't care either, I'm sure of it!" Your freind keep pressing on you to switch area shifts with her, you didn't even tell her that the downstairs was probably worst than upstairs. But if she insisted to take your area however, you didn't mind as much, it's a win win situation!

You had suddenly gladly accepted her offer in a upbeat mood. Much to her dismay, she couldn't sworn you'd say no. Nevertheless, she was overjoyed as well! Maybe she could even pay you to keep the upstairs shifts.

But you were pretty sure she was going to regret the switch, and she was pretty sure YOU were going to regret taking the offer too.

Both of you split up, silently praying for eachother in the process.

It was 12:55 five minutes before your last block, the last block was a complete mess. Kids running to get to their 4th blocks, and then there was kids who couldn't care any less about the time, they strolled along and stopped to great freinds. To completely diffrent groups mushed into a single bland hallway. Not to mention the rate of bullying went up a little bit, you had seen more people get shoved and knocked into lockers than you saw people simply opening their lockers in innocent mannerism. The bell had rang and echoed throughout the hallway, clicking of doors accompanieded multiple footsteps as kids began to emerge out of their suffocating 3rd block classrooms (I'm looking at you my 3rd block ccra class) you corrected some kids on there speed, both slow and fast. You simply monitored the hallway, everything was way better than downstairs. It was clearer and just had more space to breath, you felt like you were in a mosh pit each time.

"Incomming!! Ah, Watch out, miss!" Somebody shouted in a laughing tone, soon turning into fear.

You swiftly looked to your side to see a male riding what looked like a... make shift sled? That surely was some type of file cabinet he found in the schools trash, it looked like he attached wheels to the bottom, and he was riding a top speeds, towards you!

not to mention he wasn't wearing any sort of protection gear. charge him for that

BAM! suddenly he had knocked right into you at such a fast speed, the impact of you and the file cabinet stopped the movement completely. Thanks alot neutons laws of gravity, your now dead because of it!

Is what you thought, in the time you had pasted out, the male quickly emerged from his makeshift ride and rushed towards you panicking, he didn't even know your name.

You woke up in the nurses office. You half expected to wake up in the ER honestly. Your whole body ached, but especially your ankles and knees, they felt like they popped right out and forced back in.

a quiet "tsk" could be heard for a female, as she continued,

"They're awake, I suppose you owe them an apology? Mr Knox?" Your eyes meet hercrometria ones right when she spoke.

"Of course I do! I would never think about not making up for my actions!" liar....ofc we would not aplogize.

"Uhu, and stop doing reckless things like that. I get your backpack was thrown and you wanted to catch it, but be aware of your surroundings."

huh. wdym by backpack thrown.

She had left the room, and you sat right up, scaring the poor male in the process.

"Didn't you ram into me with a—" a finger was shot up, the male shushing you in the process.

"H-Hey! Don't say that, she might here us!"

"Oh, so you lied?" You deepend.

"Sh! Your the one who also switch their shift! I saw you both talking about it, so as long as you stay silent about this, I'll stay silent about that, deal!?"

"My 'crime' isn't as big as yours, hell, you could get suspend!" You grabbed his finger and put it right down, you even managed to crack his knuckles in the process.

"Okay, okay. I understand what I did, not stop lecturing me!"

"You right I'll stop..and let the principle continue this." You had gotten up from the nurses bed, thay was actually more comfortable than you thought, however suddenly a major headache ensured, causing you to stumble back into your past position, alban had both hands on your shoulders in an attempt to stabilize you.

"You shouldn't get up! Your still healing." captain obvious fr... you simply sighed and hoisted your legs back onto the cushion rather the the floor.

"I'm going to bed."

"...your still going to tell?"

"If you can look after me while I'm sleeping..then no."

You didn't know he was already planning too. Despite how many classes he would skip.

and maybe you didn't even know how it was all staged, just so he could spend time with you. (crazy mf)

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sonny

!! Both of you were hall monitoring officers, and responsible to oversee any bullying. It wasn't a terribly hard job, and this time, you were getting paid! ....2$ an hour, that is. Their excuse for their low pay was, "the rest of the payment will be delivered in education!" unfair mf. But, you did believe they were paying you in ANOTHER- other way.... seeing that mysterious blonde everyday was what kept you working for that $2.

He was silent for the most part, opting to hang out with his secluded group of friends only. If only you could get closer to him!

"I can tell somethings on your mind" your freind had taken a seat next to you during math class. You sighed and slowly rotated you head to look.

"Just noticed? I've ran out of options, I even tried to trip infornt of him, another girl quickly came to my aid and took me to the nurse."

"You tried...tripping infornt of him? Like that cliche stereotypical soft girl who trips infront of her crush?? You've lost your mind!"

"I KNOW THAT !" you shouted, shaking the desk in the process. You quickly cupped your hand over your mouth in shock. Your class was working on a sheet of paper, and luckily you were allowed to chat. However, it went completely silent after your outburst.

What made matters even worse, a tuff of yellow hair entered the room in the exact moment. Paper in hand, you could tell he was there to drop something off. He looked right at you, frazzled. Next to him was a shorter male with brown hair, he covered his ears and whined. How dramatic! but also..reasonable.

You stood in shock, completely unresponsive. Silently, you muttered an a aplogy, bowing in what seemed to be a perfect 90° angle.

Fuck. He probably thinks your weird now! Ykw, scratch that—everyone had probably thought it.

You had hid during all of your math classes heading forward, opting to stop answer questions (honestly what questions did you even know the answer to fuck math) and opting to just stay silent. Your posture had never been so perfect..yet so stiff.

"Oh cmon! Everyone forgot about that little stuff. It only stays for about two days, then everyone doesn't care anymore!" She said, struggling to pull off your completely stature persona.

"But he didn't! I'm pretty sure he's laughing with his friends about it in his class..as we are speaking!"

"Oh stop being dramatic! Keep this up and you'll get a message home."

"—what?"

"You haven't been answering, the teacher had noticed, he'll probably send a message home complaining like the dick he is." She sighed , fiddling with her infamous mechanical pencil. "You could always aplogize and clear things up too you know, aren't you in the same snitch program?"

"..the bully mointer progam?"

"Yeah, that."

It was after school, and luckily you had a meeting with the president who started the whole organization, it was a miracle! This was God's sign to go for it, you were totally sure!! You even had a plan.

1.) Go to up to him.

2.) jsvsisgwiavwiwbw9whw APLOGIZE SOMEGOW?? BUY HIM SOMRTHING FOR BREAKING HIS ESRDRUMS?? SELL YOUR SOUL TO THE DEVIL IN HOPES HE FORGIVES TOU AND THEN WE KISS??

Bullet proof plan! You go! Your freind was never more disappointed reading your plan.

They had gracosiuly gaveb your unit 20 minutes before the meeting, and you were SCANNING for the man. Wouldn't even be surprised if you pull out binoculars.

But he's also,, tall. So it wasn't hard to find him in the first 2 minutes.

Quickly had strolled to him nervously, you couldn't be confident in anyway, not after what happend 4 days ago. He stared at you completely nonchalant, why did this man have to be so fucking imitating?? LIKE SMILE

You quickly blurted, "I'm very sorry for what happend during my math class. I would appreciate it if you'd allow me to buy you and your..freind, something of your pick." You sounded professional! Congrats.

Your still being eaten by anxiety though!

Until, he laughs. HE LAUGHED, you rose from your 90° bowing position, AND HE HAD A SMILE !! MISSION...ACCOMPLISHED?? or is he just laughing at you.

"Its fine, no need to worry about anything." He ruffled your hair

"But, I'll take that offer, just exclude my freind from this..and we can go to a Cafe together."

Sure! What wait. YOU could've given him to money to buy something at the cafe....wtf does he want to go with you? And why is he excluded his freind?!

DID U RLLY SELL YOUR SOUL??

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yugo (I still love this mf)

Not so much a mysterious man..in fact he was kinda social? More like everyone knows him, talks to him whenever he's free, but still calls only a small group of people his actual freinds.

He was probably one of the best in his music classes too, knowing all of the musical terms, notes, etc.

And you....hadn't known shit. You chosen it for your electives since you thought it would be easy, who knew music had this much to offer?? Should've switched early...

You were iffy freinds with the navy. You could talk to him whenever, he could laugh over your jokes and sudden complaints, but after that bell rung, everything was over. You both separated ways so God damn fast. Even when you were packing up you didn't say a word, it was just...how you both worked.

And it was another one of those days, your teacher gave you permission to pack up earlier than before, explaining how she had things to do. You placed your folder back into your bag, music notes and occasional doodles sprawled out. It was practically useless, the music notes were dragged and ragged. It was hard to read in general. Suddenly you had packed your second folder in your bag, but you mistakenly tilted is upside down, causing a note to spill right by yugos foot. He had snickered before snatching it, werid way to give it back but... alright..

"How can you even read this?" He asked, and that's the first time he even spoken to your by himself, you always had to start the conversation.

"I dont, I just put things down to make the teacher think I'm listening." You replied, whispering when it came to the "teacher" part, you might not be respecting her by not taking notes properly, but you were still scared to DEATH by her.

"....do you know what fermata even is?"

"..a what now?"

He sighed dramaticly, leaning dangerously on the chair. He was quickly scolded by the teacher.

"Music is pretty easy!"

"Music has so much terms, I thought it was just about making it sound pretty!"

"THATS what you thought when signing up??" He gave you a hearty laugh, clutching the paper in his hand. It was nice for once, actually have a conversation. Yeah sure, I did elaborate on how you guys did talk, but it was never like this. And you did admit that you rather have it this way than anything before.

"How 'bout this, I can give you my own notes for you to study for this upcoming final exam, but you have to..." suddenly he looked up at you, straight faced, "but, you have to actually talk to me in the hallways and everything!"

what?

"So...be your freind?" He nodded early, but soon had laughed awkwardly after a second or 2 of silence.

"That honestly sounds weird, doesn't it?" He mummbeld, but you just shrugged. Anything for those notes.

You did just what he asked. You talked to him in the hallways, even opting to visit him during lunch and say a joke or two. But as this went on and the deadline of the final exam was closer on the calender, he began to act...off. more grumpier, less wanting to talk to you. At this point, you were even to scared to ask for the notes. He was just, more distant. And as much as you were scared, you could not afford to fail this final exam. You had goals! Your parents had expectations! Failing music...what's a bigger slap to the face? So, you had to find out.

It took a while for his freinds to all come to the lunch table. He was the first one to arrive, that's when you usually told him jokes and short stories so he wouldn't be lonley while waiting.

So you did it again, you both met eyes while you approached the same table, and you gave him a small smile, before going serious.

"Listen, why have you been so off? Did I do something— did someone else do something?" You almost pressured him, he looked a bit shocked that you even noticed it.

"You didnt—nobody did anything wrong it's just.." He took a sharp intake, "I relized that once the music exam is over..you'd stop talking to me and being my freind. And I don't want that to happend! But I just decided to distance myself so it wouldn't be as bad when you did."

Oh. Oh! OH.

That's surprising, how knew that the yugo asuma actually wanted to talk to you then anyone here.

He looked sheepish, avoiding eye contact and picking his nails.

You smile got softer and you began to coo,

"I didn't know you wanted to be my freind so bad! You should've just said so, but i get it! Who doesnt want to be freinds with my dumbass?" you laughed and pointed back at him, he looked as if he was going to punch you from the teasing.

That was another thing, he didn't want to be just be freinds.

But he could complain about that on a later date.

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fulgur

A good student overall! He had good grades, a good reputation, okay...freinds.., and good athletic ability! You had manged to land in his history class, which..sucked! The teacher, not him.

This included the teacher assigning a historical script the students had to perfrom,, and just your luck, the groups would be picked by the 'wheel of names.com' (bane of my existence) and you had gotten into a shitty group! NOBODY wanted to talk. You had attempted to get their phone numbers and try to decide roles, but they didn't budge! The took one look at you and were on their phones the next.

This was a major assignment! You didn't want to do bad, it didn't make anything better that your group had to make the script, it wasn't provided. You thought all hope was lost! Until you heard the teacher scold another group.

"You all, stop discussing unrelated topics! You, white haired, move to group A!" Your head perked up hearing the mentions of your own, terrible group. A tall mall sluggishly walked to yours, a irritated smirk plastered.

You could tell he didn't want to even be here, he dragged a chair to yours, and sat right next to you.

"So..what are yalls roles again? Topic?" He sighed, yet nobody responded. You were endlessly clicking through random tabs to make it look like you were doing something.

"..some shit about an explorer, we don't know how tf we are." Your classmates replied, scrolling through his snapchat. I wonder why everyone doesn't know who tf they are!

He came to the conclusion that this group was useless, you had came to that conclusion a while ago however.

It was no doubt that at 5am the day it was due you'd just write the whole thing yourself. Maybe you'd complain to the teacher about it, but that would seem uncool! The group mates would get terribly upset! And it's not that the teacher would keep you anonymous either, he had a big mouth.

So, you did exactly what you said. At 5am you woke up and began the script. The last edit was made 22 hours ago, by you, of course.

In the process of you going through trial and error with the script, another icon had appeared on the document. You hovered your mouse and the name read,

"Fulgur Ovid."

Huh, maybe he was checking if someone was doing it. That was kind of embarrassing hello?? What If he was reading the script..(or what you call a scirpt) and making in fun if it?!

A comment appeared on the doc,

— Fulgur Ovid; 5:26am,

Doing great, didn't actually expect someone to work on this, I was lowkey accepting a bad grade. I respect you, alot. :) —

AAUAYAVAIAV!!!! GO YOU!! Before you could respond, and other comment appeared,

— Fulgur Ovid; 5:27am,

Weren't we supposed to give eachother our numbers? I'll work with you on this, just call me, dear xxx-xxx-xxxx. —

OUYDDIUTIEUTTIUSTDIUYITDRI6SRUS6UR6S Such a heartwarming man! You were scared to call, would you hear his morning voice though?? OML

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uki YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE, he'd constantly tease you for your choice of outfit. This is school NOT THE MET GALA. He'd even take the time out of your day to met you at your locker and explain so much drama you didn't even care for! It was stupid, HE was stupid. Constantly annyoing you when you clearly didn't want to deal with him, how much hints does this mf need?

The same day, same locker, this time he was yapping about a rumored fight thay was going to happen at the back of the school.

"But the werid part about it was that it's gonna be a 'pick fight!' "

"And what is a pick fight, your highness?" You exaggerated, clearly uninterested.

"Some shit where whoeveres there, innocent or not, gets a chance to be fought. Ion know someone just brings them into the circles and the have at it." He shrugged, you could tell he was pondering about it more than he should've, his foot taping agasint the dirty floorboards was your evidence.

But also...you had never been to one of these..these. and clearly it was always interesting. After those types of days, it would be the talk of the school. If you didn't know about it, people just laughed and called you innocent minded.

Well.....it's kind of a must to go see a school fight before you graduate (it's not I can assure you THEY SCARY AF but they fight so funny), is what you told yourself. Honestly you were finding any way to convince yourself to go..one couldn't hurt.

He seemed to be correct, right as that bell rang more students had taken the exit leading to the back of the school as usual. And you followed right along. You spotted a friend of yours and made quick talk.

"Heya! So what's all this for?"

"People are having a fight, but it's rumored it could turn into a pick fight situation, left and right, kids getting punched, exciting!"

"You could get picked...you know that right?"

"I do! But I never do!"

You've lost hope, for everyone. Some kids sat at the bleachers while others opted to have "meetings" in the bathrooms and locker rooms nearby. Approximately 30 minutes later did two people stand infornt of everyone and began to fight. It was so funny to see them swing in such a...in proper manner. You were not fighting expert! But you atleast knew to never tuck in your thumb while swinging.

Suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder mid way, you expected to see the girl you had just talked to prior before, but you saw a kid you have never even knew.

"You think your better than me huh?! Sitting all high and mighty!"

Nah.....what the fuck this man on?! DID HE HAVE THOSE BROWNIES DONT LIE TO ME

YOU WERENT EVEN DOING ANYTHING,

"Its called good posture..?" It didn't even sound like you had an attuide, you were generally confused. Maybe he was just trying to be the new talk of the school, but you didn't!

Just as he was going to swing, he aburtbly stopped and was pulled back.

oh shit...nah you rather have him swing.

Standing there at 5'6 stood that stupid mf. But he didn't even look happy anymore.

They were the talk of the TOWN that day. all becuase of you, congrats! <3

_________ BAREBWITH ME IM TIRED IK THEIR SHITRY PROMPTS I DONT HAVE A CREATIVE MINDEST RN

#fulgur x reader #fulgur ovid #uki violeta #uki violeta x reader #Uki x reader #alban knox #alban x reader #yugo asuma #Yugo asuma x reader #Yugo x reader #sonny brisko #sonny brisko x reader #sonny x reader #nijisanji #nijisanji x reader #LMSKMSHHWWJ I HATE TAGS

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gatitties · 1 year

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Gifts

─ Dbd x gn!teen!reader

─ Summary: you want a Christmas present and you know how to use it a lot

─ Warnings: none

8 < 9 > 10

The entity's realm was a cold place, there didn't seem to be any change of seasons beyond slight changes in temperatures, The Entity didn't care about it either, it's not like she wanted to take care of the people she had there, they were just mere puppets, so they could entertain her, killers or survivors, they were all replaceable.

How you found out you were on new year's eve was baffling to her, it only snowed a little bit in that desolate dark forest where she kept her puppets, and it's not like it hadn't snowed a few other times before, but you had that mentally detector, you just knew, you knew it was Christmas, or New Year, or just that time of year was close or had just passed, it was your sixth sense.

That, and that your fyp was completely related to that kind of thing, mystery solved, new problem found, gifts! Where were your Christmas presents? Besides all that family stuff blah blah blah… you didn't have your loved ones here, even though you could see some survivors as siblings or even parents (maybe even some killer), so most importantly were the gifts.

You were a spoiled brat, you weren't going to hand out handmade gifts or anything like that, you weren't going to be any more godly around this time, because it didn't feel like those days, so you went on with your daily shit, just making a little deal with the entity. You would stop sabotaging the games on both sides for a week.

Oh yeah, both survivors and killers realized how influential you were, if they offered you something you liked, depending on the person, you would sabotage a trial in favor of killers or survivors, basically the respective group would win 10% more chance of a victory if they managed to get you to collaborate either on one side or the other.

Could this be a little immoral? After all, you were part of the survivors but… you didn't discriminate against anyone! Or rather, you weren't going to deny the benefits they offered you, which could range from getting Meg to record a stupid video with you to Anna teaching you how to throw axes, you'd even sell yourself for some cookies, but who cares? Well, The Entity, but you didn't give a shit about her.

The thing is, you kept your promise, denying the blackmail you were offered for a whole week, it was hard not to accept your favorite dessert when The Trapper offered it to you, or even the offer to see Ace dressed as a chicken, you had to deny it for one higher weight ratio.

You were currently in a trial along with Ada Wong, Leon and Mikaela, the killer was a relatively new one, just like Ada, Albert Wesker, or aka "depression fuck me hard but I fuck it harder", yes, a your eyes this guy was some kind of uncle who was divorced like eight times and has five children scattered around the world without knowing where they are. You guessed correctly, Albert couldn't stand you one bit, but don't worry! His heart will soften with you just like the others did, otherwise this wouldn't be a fanfiction hehe.

But he still hates you, even though he wasn't focused on you in this game, having Ada and Leon here he just wanted to take his rage out on them while you and Mikaela were doing generators, more her than you, because you were an idiot for post-apocalyptic romance and Leon and Ada seemed to be having that right now

"This is better than the Turkish romance series that my mother watches…"

You grabbed a handful of popcorn from a bag that had mysteriously appeared in your hands, plot necessities!, You watched as they both ran from Wesker holding hands, your mind traveling to those kinds of scenes in other movies you remembered, only that in those movies the killer doesn't have statistically more speed than you in a general way, you saw like the permanent red light of the murderer illuminated the two figures more and more.

It was time to make use of your Christmas gift!

You grabbed one of the Orbeez pouches that you had hanging on your waist as ammunition, pouring a decent amount into the chamber of your personal pistol, smiling maniacally, you aimed with complete concentration at the back of Wesker's neck, without thinking twice about an amount of small balls impacted against the man, distracting him for a few seconds enough so that the blow he was going to launch did not reach Leon.

"Damn brat-"

He didn't even have time to turn when more balls flew towards his face, directly into his glasses causing it to fly away from his face, you gained his attention once and for all, hoping there weren't too many generators missing because you were still terrible at chasing.

"Nerf or nothing old man!"

You jumped off the balcony you were on, as he approached your position, you ran as fast as you could, blinding Wesker by shooting him right in the eye (taking his glasses off in the process all those times). You only stopped when your Orbeez ran out, you couldn't reload your Nerf gun with anything else so it didn't take long for you to be put on a hook, but it was worth it because you won that match, at least the other three came out unscathed, you were sacrificed under the angry look of the man in black.

New weapon unlocked!

Nerf gun.

New perk unlocked!

You ensure 10% victory if you are offered something of interest (works mainly with food)

#dbd x reader #dbd x platonic reaader #platonic reader #gn reader #teen reader #reader insert #albert wesker #ada wong #leon kennedy #dbd

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wanderingnork · 5 months

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Top Ten Horror Movies: 2023

Back at Halloween, I listed my top ten horror movies of all time. Now, I'm going to list the top ten just from this year. It's 10 out of 48. Not the quantitatively best movies, necessarily, but the ones that compelled me the most, that I enjoyed the most, that I remember the best. In ascending order:

Slotherhouse: A sorority girl adopts an illegally-acquired sloth in order to try to increase her popularity while she runs for sorority president. Things go spectacularly wrong when the sloth turns out to be...murderous.

I liked this movie for its sheer audacity. Slasher villain sloth? They committed to the bit! They made it a slasher! And the sloth was done with a puppet. A VERY GOOD PUPPET. Sloths already look like plush toys, so this wasn't a huge stretch. The puppet required five puppeteers to operate, had ten axes of movement in her adorable face, and a real voice actor handling her lines. Yes, LINES. The sloth noises are part of the script! Is it a great movie? No. But is it a joy to see an audacious, absurd, well-crafted labor of love on the silver screen? YES.

The Ruins: A group of foolish college students go to visit a forgotten Mayan pyramid. Very quickly, they find out why it was forgotten when the vines covering the pyramid turn out to be...murderous.

This movie is clever, bloody, and relentless. Whenever things went wrong, my stomach dropped even further. I was on the edge of my seat by the end. My ONE quibble: I think the alternate ending should have been the real ending, and I don't understand the rationale for why it wasn't. It's real. To me.

Southbound: A series of connected short horror stories that take place along the same stretch of road in the desert of Southern California. Each story flows into the next, with the final story circling back to the beginning of the movie.

A delightful anthology that felt more like it was a single movie, I really just enjoyed Southbound a lot. Each story has good horror in different ways. Some are psychological, some are body horror, some have monsters, but they all come together to tell a single tale. And what a chilling tale it is. Plus, I love getting to see the variety of ages and body types throughout the movie. This movie is populated by Real People and that's wonderful, especially for one that's so...dare I say, liminal in nature.

Five Nights at Freddy's: A young man in dire need of money to care for his younger sister takes a job as a security guard at an abandoned pizzeria. He thinks it's an easy job, until the animatronics that used to entertain children turn out to be...you guessed it, murderous!

This one I loved largely for the animatronics. The work put in to make those iconic haunted robots weighty and real is staggering. They exist! Actors in suits, puppets, full moving animatronics...it's beautiful. Just beautiful. The movie itself is a great adaptation, but we're all really there for Freddy and his friends. I'm so excited I finally got to meet them on the big screen.

Incantation: A woman asks viewers to repeat an incantation to help her ailing daughter as the film opens. We follow the story of mother and daughter from the mother's ill-starred exploration of a taboo ritual in rural Taiwan to the climax of the movie, which has to be seen to be believed.

Contains the scariest monster I saw this year, full stop. Also had to peel myself off the ceiling when it was over from the tension. And then listen to really loud music to get that fucking incantation out of my head.

Skinamarink: Two children awaken to find that their father is missing, and so are all the doors and windows of their house.

This is a divisive one. People either love it or they hate it, and even people who love it can see why others don't. It really does contain a lot of still shots of doors and ceilings at weird angles. But...something about this got to me. To the child who used to have night terrors. To the part of me that still doesn't like doorframes full of darkness. This movie will live with me for a long time.

Splinter: A troubled couple gets carjacked by an escaped convict and his girlfriend. When they stop at a gas station, the four of them have to work together to survive as a monster hunts them down.

This was a MARVELOUS monster movie. I loved the splinter beast. I loved the disembodied crawling hand. But more importantly, I really loved that escaped convict character up there. He turned out to be the true hero of the story and I cried for him. It was unexpected, but I have to say out of all the characters I saw this year...he's #1.

Phase IV: A strange event results in ants becoming sentient. Two scientists go out to study them, and quickly get a lot more than they bargained for as the ants assert their dominion.

I would have dismissed this as a silly B-movie except for the ant actors. Yes, ACTORS. The sequences of the ants are shot using macrophotography, carefully cut so that ants seem to have personalities and goals. Their deaths are tragic. Their heroes are bold. I cared more about them than I did about the human protagonists! And it's all beautifully shot, too, with so much detail and care put into everything. It's a real tragedy that so many ants actually died during filming, though.

The Red Shoes: A ballerina takes on a challenging role in a ballet based on the Hans Christian Andersen fairy tale The Red Shoes. As she embraces her role, the lines between stage and reality become increasingly blurred.

A pretty standard but well-crafted and beautifully-costuemd tragedy, this stands out for the GLORIOUS ballet sequence. We get to see it performed in full, 15 minutes of dance, music, and art, including beautiful practical effects and painted sets that transport us directly into the fairy tale itself. You can watch it for free on YouTube here (and the full movie is available for free there, too, if you so choose). It's beautiful and haunting enough to be a horror short film on its own.

Martyrs: When a young woman seeks revenge on the people who kidnapped and tortured her as a child, nothing goes according to plan--and it's her best friend who will pay the ultimate price.

Unflinching, brutal, Martyrs brings us face to face with violence that isn't cinematic or interesting. This isn't Saw, where the appeal is in the clever traps and tension of escape. It's a story about inescapable violence enacted on an innocent person. I also think it's a story about...the Final Girl. The character, the young woman, the innocent victim, who takes on the monster so that the audience can experience catharsis and find themselves free of their pain for a while. Thanks to Anna's sacrifice in Martyrs, I experienced that kind of catharsis myself. And that's what makes it the best horror movie I saw this year: no other horror movie made me feel like this one did. No other horror movie changed me on a fundamental level like this one did.

(Interested in other horror recs? Check out the lists here.)

#nork rants #horror recs #the horror tag

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daceydeath · 1 year

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Dance Partner

Pairing: Jaemin x reader Word Count: 3.6k Genre: Fluff, Slow burn romance, crushes to lovers Warnings: Swearing, terrible dance terminology, make out session

You managed to secure a very sort after spot in a dance course that many back up dancers wanted to be a part of, you only wanted the experience but after meeting him maybe you want a lot more than just dancing skills.

You were not a hip hop dancer, back up dancer or street dancer, not like many of the other girls in the class, but you didn't care you only took this course as a way to expand your abilities and hopefully have some fun. Quite a few of the others had had work as back up dancers in either music videos, variety shows or on stage which was something you were not ashamed to admit that you did not but the way they behaved as though they were so much better than you stung especially since you were not actually that bad at it. Some were quite sweet and you would go and get coffee or a drink after your class, depending on the finish time, to celebrate a job well done. But the biggest perk of joining this class had been the very attractive guys that also happened to also be dancers, one of which made your heart race like a silly teenage girl every time he paused to tie his hair back. You were too old to be having crushes on men that would never want you, men like Jaemin who were far out of your league.

"Now we have finished the group module of the course we will be entering the partnered module, you are required to partner up with someone in the class and choreograph then perform an entire piece for your peers" Your instructor started looking around the room at you all "This will need to be done before Tuesday nights class as we will begin the choreography portion and rehearsals from then. I will give you an option of three songs to chose from at that time as well, good luck". You felt your nerves rise in your throat when you thought about it, there were five of you that had become friends which was not enough for you all to pair off and being as they were all hip hop dancers you felt they would probably move to pair up with each other since you were the least experienced and you couldn't blame them but you knew that come Tuesday you would to partner up with the one person who was left over whoever they were. Packing your stuff you joined your friends as you went to grab a late night snack hoping that they could give you some ideas even if they weren't actually your partner. "I bet half of them are still following the guys from class around, did you see that there was an update to the instructions that we need to let the instructor know who you have partnered up with so she can post the teams in advance?" Ji asked poking her tteokbokki with her chopstick. "They are probably all chasing down Jaemin" Sana laughed picking up her drink and putting on a fake whiny voice "Please Jaemin, I can't partner up with anyone else" "Probably" you agreed chuckling at her over dramatic rendition of the more ridiculous members of your class, although secretly agreeing with them he was one of the most attractive men you had ever seen. "I'm assuming you haven't asked anyone to partner with you yet then?" Momo asked raising her eyebrow at you. "No I haven't bothered I will just go with whoever is left over unless someone asks me first" you shrugged spearing another rice cake with a toothpick as she rolled her eyes at you.

"You know that it doesn't actually matter how well she does in this class it is purely for fun so it doesn't actually matter who she ends up with?" Ji added looking at Momo as if to remind her that you weren't going to use this on your CV. "Yeah that's right you never did mention how you got into such a sought after course without being a professional dancer" Sana blurted turning all attention back to you.

"I'm not a professional hip hop dancer or back up dancer I never said I wasn't a professional dancer in general" you sighed taking anther sip of your soju, although you had become friends you had never actually told them much about you it had been a friendship based on helping each other in class and laughing at the over dramatic girls. "Oh my god!" Momo almost shrieked before leaning in close to whisper to you "are you a stripper?". "No Momo, Jeez, it's nothing like that" you blinked bewilderingly "That is seriously the first type of dancing you thought of?" Sana and Ji roared with laughter as your phone began to vibrate in your pocket. "Sorry" Momo giggled looking slightly ashamed of herself. You read the message on your phone three times before even responding to her your mind going quite blank. Unknown Number: Hey, this is Jaemin from dance class, can you call me when you get the chance? "I'm a ballet dancer" you replied softly feeling too many things at once to fully comprehend "I dance with the Korean National".

"You are fucking kidding me you're a ballerina? Like a real ballerina? Why are you slumming it with us small time dancers?" Ji's shocked voice snapped you out of the thoughts in your head. "Yes I am an actual ballerina and I am not slumming it I'm trying to expand my abilities" you smiled looking at her fondly "Doing other genre's of dance and movement is actually quite helpful in developing your talent".

"Still you are probably more qualified than anyone in the room and you just let those bitches treat you like that?" Sana questioned still surprised.

"To be honest I don't care what that chick who once danced on stage with fifty other people as a back up dance for Stray Kids says" you shrugged again "but what I do care about is getting back home, I have show rehearsals tomorrow so I need my sleep".

You waved as you left knowing that you would call the person alleging to be Jaemin as soon as you got back to your apartment to see if it was really him or a joke being played on you. You hoped it was the former but didn't get your hopes up too high, slipping off your shoes you padded towards your lounge area and sat down taking a few deep breaths before pulling your phone from your pocket and dialing the number.

"Hello?" his sweet voice answered softly.

"Hi Jaemin?" you asked nervously.

"Yeah it is, hi, I didn't want to rush you to call but I got your number from your friend Hana" he explained seeming a little bit nervous himself.

"That's fine Jaemin I don't mind you having my number" you replied feeling your face heat up at your admission.

"Great, I wanted to speak to you about this partnered module" he started his voice seeming to relax as he continued "If you haven't already paired up with anyone I was wondering would you like to partner with me?"

"Of course Jaemin, I would really like that, I haven't found a partner yet I haven't even asked anyone yet to be truthful" you grinned.

"Really? no one has asked you at all yet?" his voice sounded surprised but you ignored it, it was probably your imagination he was just pleased you agreed that was all. "Did you want to meet up for coffee tomorrow to talk about any ideas we have and that sort of thing?"

"Yes, but it needs to be after 2pm I have work until then" you almost stumbled over your words as your heart sped up thinking you would really be alone with Jaemin on a coffee date, no not date, coffee meeting.

"That's completely fine, did you want to text me when you're finished and we can decide where to go then?" He asked sweetly.

"Sounds good Jaemin" you smiled "see you then" he hung up leaving you feeling like you were going to burst with excitement. Jaemin the most beautiful man you had ever seen and an incredibly talented dancer wanted to partner with you, who was just you.

You had butterflies the whole next morning in the lead up to seeing Jaemin, so much so you had been scolded possibly a dozen times by either you director, peers or stage manager for not being focused enough but you didn't let it bother you. As you were getting ready to leave you bowed an apology and swore that you would never be as distracted again before scurrying away to text him you had finished.

"Hey Jaemin, I have finished for the day where would you like to meet?"

You sat and waited on a bench in the sun hoping he would get back to you still wanting to meet up and not tell you it had all been a joke, which you really didn't think he would do but you had so much more self doubt about men than you did about anything else, after 10 minutes your phone rang pulling you from the musings in your head.

"Hey, I'm sorry to keep you waiting" he apologizes before you can even fully answer "I'm near the dance studio is that close to where you are?"

"Yeah I'm probably a 15 minute walk from there I'm near the SAC currently" you explain collecting your things to start the journey to the studio.

"Oh I'm that side of the dance studio too how about we just meet up at the Starbucks near the station there?" He suggested sweetly as you smiled in excitement.

"I will meet you there then Jaemin".

When you walked into Starbucks you couldn't contain your smile, or your relief, when you saw Jaemin looking at his phone, his earbuds in and tapping his foot on the floor. Although you didn't think Jaemin would have been cruel enough to ever set you up to have your heart broken it was still a relief that he was actually here and actually waiting for you. He looked up at that moment meeting your eyes and smiling back waving you over to the table he was at.

"I ordered you an ice latte, I know you often have those" He smiled as you sat down.

"Oh thank you" you chirped feeling a little breathless now you were just one on one with him "Can I ask why you wanted to partner with me?" you asked suddenly making him look slightly surprised and confused.

"Because you're an amazing dancer, I know this isn't your style per say but I can tell that you have had training and years of it" he replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh, I didn't think anyone in the course thought I was particularly good" you mumbled slightly embarrassed.

"You mean those girls who just talk shit the whole time? They aren't that good themselves" he rolled his eyes laughing musically. "I'll let our instructor know we have paired up".

When Tuesday night rolled around and everyone was asked to get into their pairs to select a song and begin work shopping your ideas for what you would be doing, the look of shock and anger that made its was through half the class was astounding to watch. Everything started out like normal people chatting quietly as they tried to figure out who the partners were going to be but that turned quickly when Jaemin walked you your side waiting for your instructor to give out the song choices.

"Why would he pick her?" hissed one nastily.

"What did she pay him?" another whispered venomously making you feel sick but Jaemin didn't waiver, just guiding you further from them with his hand softly resting on your lower back.

"Ignore them they are just jealous of you" he whispered into your ear.

"Yeah of me being beside you nothing else" you muttered bitterly to soft for him to hear.

Your instructor sharply silenced everyone by giving you your final instructions, she had decided on the tracks leaving you turning to Jaemin for him to decide he was the stronger dance so it made sense to you that he would chose the song and you would go with the flow.

"I'm thinking we go with BTBT, it's a little bit more what I want for the vibe of our choreography." he smiled leaning closer so you could hear him over the others in the class.

"Sure, I am happy to go with whatever you think would work best" you grinned back watching his eyes light up as you let him take the lead in this project "Where did you want to start?"

"I had an idea that if you want we can do practice later at night, I am part of a company and I already cleared it with them that we can use one of the rooms there" he explained seriously "I know this class isn't as important to you but I really need the best possible recommendation so they said we can use it one many two nights a week".

"That's great Jaemin, but I could probably get us a practice as long as you weren't fussed about a little bit of travel and we could use it as often as we need" you smiled hopeful at the idea that you were not only helping him but also going to be spending time with him.

"That would be even better, but how far is a little bit of travel?" he tilted his head looking at you excitedly.

"The SAC complex, it's where I work so I have access to the dance studios and facilities there" you swallowed nervously hoping he wouldn't dislike the idea too much.

"You work at the Seoul Arts Center? yeah then we can definitely practice there" he beamed looking both excited and awed by the whole idea. "Gives us more time to practice which gives us more time to perfect it".

By Friday night you had cleared with your ballet director and your instructors that you would be using the soloists practice rooms at night for the course work that you were doing with Jaemin, all had been supportive of the idea that you expand you dance knowledge and abilities provided there was no true risk of injury to you, so you waited for Jaemin in the lobby of the center so you could show him where things were before you started.

"Hi" you waved as he walked into the lobby looking slightly lost.

"Hey" he nodded "I wasn't expecting like security and stuff at the door".

"I told them you were coming they should have just let you straight in?" you frowned slightly not wanting to cause him trouble.

"Oh they did it was just odd, like coming to see someone like a celebrity or someone truly important" he mumbled but you chose to pretend you didn't hear him in favor of leading him further into the building.

"I'll give you the tour so you are at least a little bit familiar with the place" you walked on with him following closely behind "So we are to the left of the lobby and down two flights of stairs there is a lift which I'll show you on the way out that is easier to leave from" you opened the stairwell door and lead him down to the studio levels.

"Wow how many studios are down here?" he whistled looking a the hallway of doors.

"There are ten in total one supersized one, four large, three medium studios and two what we call soloist studios which are just a small studio. We are working in one of them since there are only two of us". you explained "at the end of the hall is the bathrooms and change rooms so you can shower afterwards if you want to and there are vending machines around the floors but it would be better if you bought your own snacks, they are pretty expensive". You listed everything off on your fingers before letting him into the studio you had booked revealing at standard wood floor, wall of mirrors, a few chairs and a large ballet bar the took up the back wall.

"This is perfect" he nodded wide eyes before turning back to you "should we get started?"

You had simply gone over ideas that first practice, some steps he wanted to use that you picked up quickly and after you had finished and showed him where the dancers elevators were that would lead you almost straight to the car park he had driven you home so you were safe since it was close to midnight. You arranged to meet him each night until you needed to perform for your peers, as long as it was after hours of work for both of you it would be fine. Jaemin had mentioned he was a trainee, he wanted to be an idol so this class was important to him which you understood and were willing to go above and beyond so he could get the best recommendation from the instructor.

For the next weeks worth of nights it was simply business, you met up went over ideas and put the choreography together bit by bit until you had pretty much half the song done, Jaemin had obviously put a lot of thought into what he wanted and anything you thought you could add to that you did. But the Friday that marked the first whole week you had been working together felt different to you both of you had talked about your lives as dancers and trainees, you had spoken briefly about family, your career dreams but nothing too personal. You had managed to get past the butterflies and breathlessness of your crush as you got to know him, just happy to spend time with him. Stopping the music for a moment Jaemin called break time so you could both grab some water and cool down after a hard couple of runs through what you had come up with so far.

"I was thinking after that last crunch you could spin to the left then I'll crouch slightly and you jump into my arms, I'll swing you so you can throw your head back towards the floor and do a 1, 2, set of kicks before I lower you back down" Jaemin explained showing how he would be standing and the direction he would swing using your momentum.

"We can try that" you nodded thinking things over before you put your water bottle down "I was thinking at another point you could hold my hands above my head while behind me and I could slide into the splits".

"That sounds incredible, jump first then learn the splints move since I assume you can already do the splits" He grinned eyes sparkling.

"Sure can we do a few slow attempts so I can get the placement right for you, I don't wanting your straining anything" you smiled trying hard not to look too pleased that he also liked your idea.

Moving to the center of the room Jaemin stood with his legs fairly wide apart and his legs slightly bent and you slowly walked to him blocking out the spin move you would make then turning to him you got his ok before doing the most graceful jump you could into his arms aiming for you to land just off center of his hips, he caught you easily swinging your torso slightly up so you could swing your head down to elongate your neck.

"Ok so here kick your right and then left leg in a fast 1, 2, then I'll swing you over my leg so you are sitting on my thigh" He continued as you looked at how you were positioned in his arms before he continued and turned you to sit facing the other way on his thigh.

You tried the move another 10 times slowly making it work to the beat of the track and the vibe of the already completed choreography deciding to go over everything once more you took your starting positions and went through the whole song until you ended sitting on Jaemin's thigh breathing hard.

"That was perfect" he grinned turning his head toward you.

"You sure?" you asked turning you head towards him not realizing how close you were going to be to his face, his breath skimming over your cheeks as your eyes widened going to move but stopping when Jaemin's lips ghosted across yours. You blinked owlishly at him standing up and turning towards him as he ran his hand through his messy damp hair.

"Shit" he whispered "I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that, forgive me" he frowned looking to you with apologetic eyes.

"It's alright Jaemin it was an accident" you mumble feeling both shy and disappointed.

"Expect it wasn't an accident, I...I wanted to kiss you and I'm sorry that I probably fucked up this whole thing now because you will probably be uncomfortable with me" He explained quietly looking at the floor by your feet the whole time.

"You wanted to kiss me?" you blurted before you could stop yourself "Me?"

"Yes you, I have liked you ever the first time I met you" he admitted licking his lips nervously. "But we can forget this ever happened if that will stop any awkwardness if that is easier for you, you are an amazing dancer and I really want this to work out and..." he continued babbling while you processed everything he said.

"I like you too" you smiled stopping him mid sentence.

"Can I kiss you again then?" he stepped towards you cupping your cheek in his hand.

"Yes please" you whispered looking between his eyes and his lips. He smiled his usual dazzling smile before gently tipping your head towards his and pressing his soft lips to yours as you let your arms travel up his chest to clasp behind his neck your fingers toying with his hair.

"You have to let me take you on a date, want you to be my girlfriend" He murmured as you broke for air before pulling you tightly against him and kissing you again his tongue running along the seam of your lips seeking entrance which you gave his, moaning quietly as it slid against your own.

"Please" you murmured against his slightly pink kiss swollen lips making him grin again.

a/n: Thank you for reading as usual any likes, comments and reblogs are cherished, I will be taking a break from any more Xeed fictions for the time being. Thanks again xx

Taglist (open): @christopher-bangnaldoskzz, @armystay89, @damnyouficc, @roamingpolar, @skyhold-tara, @bakedlilgoonie,

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howthekriffdidigethere · 6 months

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Wish Come True.

Chapter Eleven: No One Needs to Know.

(Should I be up right now? No. Should I be posting this now? Probably not. Am I going to anyway? Yes hehe)

(TW: training, sparing, fighting, mightve made Saw a little OOC but it's good for the sake of the story, but yeah, he's a whole warning in himself. Small mention of blood, and mentions of a bad past, but I think that's it, let me know if I missed anything!)

A few days had passed on Onderon and the sun had begun to fall behind the horizon for the night, marking the end of training for now.

The Onderon Rebels had been working nonstop, learning new tricks and assessing their personal skills.

I mostly just sat and watched, talking to Rex and occasionally Ahsoka, only every once in a while would I join in with the training, usually when it was about hand to hand combat, or even just used as an example to the Rebels about what not to do.

It worked out well, since I would then be helping them, but also training myself for the future. I was learning just as much as they were.

Saw Gerreras distrust in me only seemed to grow as the days went on. Especially when Rex had me spar him, since he seemed oh, so, confident, and I ended up beating him.

It was by no means easy, and honestly I think I won just cause I wanted to prove a point. But he still got quite a few good moves on me.

Saw ended up storming off, claiming he had to take care of the animals, though that wasn't his job.

Ever since that incident, I can't get even five feet near him without getting shoulder checked or shoved away and told off unless Rex or one of the Jedi were around.

Part of me found it amusing, honestly. I made a grown man hate me in less than a week!

That should not make me feel proud, but here we are anyway.

My thoughts were cut off as a bowl of soup was suddenly placed a few inches from my face as I sat on a log near the edge of camp.

"I saw you didn't grab some, so I figured I'd bring it to you before they gave it to the animals." Lux Bonteri explained, flashing his charming smile.

He was about Ahsokas age I think, and they seemed...close. I found it rather suspicious, but kept my mouth shut, especially when he acted the same way with Steela that he did with Ahsoka.

From what I had found out, he was an Ex-Senators son. Only Ex because she was killed by the Separatists.

He then joined this group called the Death Watch, but Ahsoka got him away. Besides that, however, all I know is he's here to honor his mother.

Sweet, I suppose, but there was something odd with him in my opinion.

"Oh, uh, thanks." I grabbed the bowl, being polite. "I didn't even realize they started serving it yet."

"You seemed very distant." His eyebrows knitted together as he stared down at me.

"I've got a lot to think about." I answered plainly, stirring the soup some and not looking at him.

"Saw doesn't like you. Steelas pretty cautious of you too." He stated, sitting down beside me, though I didn't invite him to.

"Jeez, I haven't noticed." I rolled my eyes, scooting away. "You gonna tell me why or do you not have a clue either?"

Lux turned his head to look at me, "I'm afraid I don't have a reason. But Steela is always cautious, and Saw is... Saw." He scoffed, "That man acts like he knows everything when he doesn't know half of what's going on. He needed to be put in his place, so good job on the spar. He deserves it."

"I didn't do it because of that." I argued, narrowing eyes. "I cause enough trouble and he already dislikes me as it is. I don't need to feed into that hate."

Lux chuckled, "Why else would you do it then?"

"Because I was told to fight, so I did." I answered, setting the bowl aside. "Rex gave me an order, I wasn't going to disobey. And I also wouldn't fight just because he has a petty feud with me, for whatever reason."

"Don't you technically rank above the Clone Captain?" He tilted his head, raising a brow.

I huffed, "He's not just a Clone Captain, he's a person. But he's experienced, a hell of a lot more than me. I'm learning too, and that was a lesson for me, as well as for Saw."

He chuckled. "You're a jedi, what could you learn here?"

I sighed and looked ahead. "Anyone can learn something anywhere. Besides, I'm only a padawan, and a new one at that."

"Why are you here then?" Lux asked, and I felt his eyes on me. "If you're new?"

I hesitated and looked at the ground. "The...Jedi Council thought I could be useful."

"Useful in what way?" He continued to press. "Its dangerous to just have a kid in a war zone."

I shrugged, "Its their choice, not mine. And besides, with how Gerrara is acting, he's probably plotting my murder as we speak, so the war doesn't even matter."

We both chuckled slightly at that, the one thing we having in common was Saws hate for the each of us.

"If anyone in this camp is murdered by me, you won't be the first one on my kill list." Speak of the devil...

My eyes widened and I quickly turned around to look at none other than Saw Gerrara, who was standing a few feet away.

"And who would be at the top?" Lux challenged, standing to confront Saw, and crossing his arms to appear tough.

I quickly glanced around, looking for someone, but no one was near enough to help, and I had no comm to call them.

I muttered a curse and turned back to two infront of me, standing tense.

"Who do you think, Bonteri?" Saw straightened his back to seem taller.

"Okay, okay, so how about we don't actually kill each other right now and just go back to the others?" I stepped in between them, hoping to stop the conversation from escalating.

"Stay out of this, brat." Saw glared at me, voice near a growl.

"Eh, lay off the kid. She beat you in a fight, thats all she's ever done to you." Lux defended me, stepping closer.

"I wasn't even trying." Saw stuck his nose in the air, "Like you said, she's a kid. I wasn't going to fight her full strength."

"She would still beat you, I guarantee it." Bonteri declared with a firm nod.

"Oh yeah? Using little girls to fight your battles now, boy?" Saw scoffed, "I knew you were weak."

"I am not weak!" Lux debated, "You're just scared to loose to her!"

"Alright, I get it, you both hate each other, moving on now!" I objected, pushing them both back with my hands.

"What? Afraid of a little fight, brat?" Saw dared, "Have you ever been in an actual fight? Even seen blood?"

"Yes, actually. More than you know. Now, stand. Down." I argued, quickly getting irritated.

"Why should I?" Saws tall frame towered over me. "You don't belong here. I don't know who you are or why the jedi brought you here, but I think you'd be doing us all a great favor if you left."

"This is your last warning. Stand. Down. Now." I glared, trying to stay calm.

Lux stepped up again, "Yeah, back off, Saw! And you should take your own advice, no one wants you as a leader."

I rolled my eyes and looked at him, "I didn't ask for your assistance, you need to back off too."

Saw laughed mockingly. "The both of you wouldn't be able to hurt me at all."

Lux smirked, "Right, of course. You better hope you're right, it'd be awfully embarrassing for our leader to loose to a kid."

"Shut up, Bonteri." Saw growled nostrils flaring.

Lux matched his glare and hissed. "And what if I don't?"

"Enough–!!" I screamed and pushed my hands out, but they never collided with their chests.

It collided with air, but it felt hard. Like a wall almost.

Time seemed to slow as I watched Saw and Lux fly back away from each other, as if being being yanked by some invisible chord.

They hit the ground with a hard thud and I blinked as I stared at my hands in shock, breathing hard.

I...Just used the force.

That's never happened before. Obi-Wan hadn't even begun teaching me how to actually use it yet.

How the hell did I just do that?

I didn't even hear them get up before I was being shoved, thrown onto my back.

Saw loomed over me, "You gonna say something, brat?"

He didn't even seemed affected by what happened. He probably thought I did it on purpose.

I swallowed and forced myself to act normal, making my face stern, "Maybe. Maybe not."

I didn't think it was possible, but Saws glare hardened, "Listen here, you hold no power, no authority, here. So don't walk around acting like you own the place. Got it?"

"Last time I checked, you don't own the place either. You're not even the leader technically." I rolled my eyes, standing up slowly and cautiously.

Saw growled, "You have no idea what I did to get here."

"And you have no idea what I've been through to get here." I jabbed back.

He scoffed, "What kind of problems could a little girl like you have?"

"Things you could never get through." I swore, clenching my fists.

"Oh yeah?" He scoffed, "And what's that?"

"Why should I tell you?" I sneered. "You don't deserve to know."

"And you don't deserve to be here." He told me bitterly. "I don't know who raised you, but they obviously didn't do a good job–"

His words were cut off by my fist coming in contact with his nose.

Saw stumbled backwards from the shock of the hit, groaning as blood started to drip.

"I raised myself." I stated, voice eerily calm as I watched him hold his face in pain.

"Oh, yeah?" Saw straightened his back and rubbed his jaw, fixing his hard gaze back on me, "Well, I don't blame whoever left you. Any sane person would have done the same."

"Thats quite enough." Obi-Wans voice broke our argument apart, hurrying into the scene, followed by Ahsoka and Lux. He must've gone to get help without me noticing.

I blinked and stepped back, looking down. "Master, I–"

"Not now." He cut me off, sounding angry for the first time since I met him. "Go wait in your tent, I will speak to you in a moment."

I swallowed and nodded, starting to walk off, glancing at Saw one last time.

He was fuming still, I could feel it, but he seemed perfectly calm, just staring at me with a bloody nose.

I sighed and hurried away, practically running to my tent that I shared with Ahsoka, hands shaking as I thought over what happened.

I paced around the small space for who knows how long, until eventually Obi-Wan showed up.

"I used the force." I blurted before I could stop myself.

He blinked and sighed. "Yes, I heard..."

"I-I didn't mean to, I didn't even know I even could!" I stressed, eyes wide.

Obi-Wan shook his head and put his hands on my shoulders, pushing me to sit down. "We will discuss that later."

My brows furrowed, "But...I-It's important..."

Obi-Wan nodded. "It is, but we have other things to discuss. Like you starting a fight."

I shook my head. "I-I didn't start a fight, Saw did. Lux and I were talking, and I guess he was eavesdropping, but he started to mess with us, Lux got mad, and I was trying to separate them. That's when I accidentally used the force...my part in the argument didn't really start till after that..."

Obi-Wan sat beside me, "And what exactly happened?"

I glanced to the floor, "Gerrara was... angry. I didn't mean to use the force, i-it just happened and it shoved him and Bonteri back, I was just trying to get them away from each other so they wouldn't attack one another."

Obi-Wan sighed, and I could feel the disappointment radiating off of him in waves. "And yet, you're the one who threw the punch..."

I swallowed, "I...I did...B-But he just– he was wanting me to make a move, and he was saying things that he knew nothing about–"

"Things that have to do with your family?" Obi-Wan raised a brow, having heard part of the argument.

I looked at him, "Y-You don't understand... I know I'm supposed to be living a different life, and I'm trying to... b-but he has no idea what I've done to still be alive..."

"That doesn't mean you start a fight." Kenobi chided. "There is darkness clouding you when it comes to this topic, Fae. You need to be careful. Hiding it will not work forever...The truth will come out somehow."

I stared at him then shook my head, "N-No...It can't. Please, Master, I– I can have a life without that..."

Obi-Wan looked at me sadly, "You can... but you need to actually accept whatever happened and move on...not just hide it."

I glanced away, "No one will look at me the same...W-Why can't we just... leave it be?"

Kenobi sighed and put a hand on my shoulder, "There are things in my life that I wish would not come to light, but...It will happen one day, or another. And I would rather have it be me telling the story, not someone else."

I bit my lip, "No one knows it here...It'd be impossible for them to tell."

I felt him shrug, "Sometimes there are other methods to finding out the truth. As I said before, there is darkness surrounding you, if an enemy senses this, that will be their target."

I hesitated, knowing that he wanted me to explain things now, but...I couldn't.

There was only one person ever who I'd told, and she spilled it to the whole town.

"I need more time..." I whispered after a moment, looking down. "I'm sorry, Master. For...For this, and for starting the fight."

It was silent for a moment before Obi-Wan stood up, "I know, dear...I will make sure everything is dealt with. For now, you should rest. It's been a long day for you."

I nodded slowly, not moving an inch, my mind on all his words.

Obi-Wan walked to the door and paused, "It will be alright...Just stay close to us tomorrow..."

He left a moment later, knowing that I wouldn't answer him.

I sighed heavily, slowly moving to lay down.

I did feel exhausted, he was right about that, but fear held onto me as I thought about what their reactions would be to what happened.

I bit my lip and screwed my eyes shut. I couldn't let them find out...They would never look at me the same...

I have a chance at a new life here, a good life, if I survive this mission. I won't screw it up with my past.

I pushed away the fear as best as I could, telling myself it was ridiculous to feel that way.

It's been four years, and I've only ever told one person out of trust. That was a mistake...One that I won't make again.

No one needs to know.

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Mac daddy

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Stan

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Thor Freya I said the last part but I say this we need new people to get off him and stop harassing him you don't have the right to harass them cuz you're a big rats and you ain't kidnapping him you suck so bad you didn't do anything you annoyed him he said to f*** off and you walking around annoying him like some sort of moron idiotics love sick dog it looks really really bad

I got to tell you you guys are smokes or something you have to get off and you're not going to take him hostage to run this mad plan he's right you know I know what's going on and these guys in the bunker out of line and we're all screwed that's as Good as It gets and it won't give him a break he keep attracting their attention in the wrong I can't have a wind but I can't have them lose to his people you should get up and try and do something to stop this max they're wrong you're still trying to do the acts which is commendable that they're making it so damn hard they're trying to make it crack and this guy Tommy f is wrong I think I have to leave him there too my boys are bunch of nut jobs don't watch out for the max they're very dangerous tell you what I would lose patience too all the time and I am what are you doing to him is wrong but what's the max for doing is rush rush worse I don't know what to tell you they're going to run you through this Mill it looks like having portrayed Jesus and they keep putting his brother's stuff up there these people are moronic assholes they're cleaning it was them they're saying it's them and I should put it out there you should know this guy's getting tortured beyond what you are is all alone in a different race and they don't have any Mercy at all just so f****** dumb I'm going to tell you what they're going to ruin everything we have to do something together we have to stop this meaningless s*** we're doing you're fired stan you keep having them do it you're an a******. I need you out of my face go to your office and leave people alone since they're making noises you little f****** a****** he says you you keep following him around and ruining jobs I mean you're an a****** and you're writing him to do the job it's got it's probably you you want to play women she has to expose you cuz you're doing this dumb s*** you have no claim on that person what you doing is very illegal and I'm going to bring charges so now with my boys to bring charges right now on you stand and get out of my face you loser

Mac daddy

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lowstakesdilemma · 5 months

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Revenge comes for all of us in the end.

Hi, I hope You're having a tremendous day!

It's been a few weeks since my first post. My excuse: there were some technical difficulties with scanning my drawing. But You aren't here to hear my excuses, but instead to hear his story.

If You are interested in what I've been up to, I'll be happy to share that I'm working on some stuff. As always, the struggle of getting together for an rpg session is frustrating, and no one I know would be willing to make a D&D session anyway, so these characters aren't going anywhere for the time being. In the meantime, I'm trying not to get kicked out of college, and writing a book for NaNoWriMo, although my pace is way to slow to actually complete it within the time frame, so my progress on that is quite slow.

Today, the hero (?) up for debate is Kaller, a Reborn Barbarian/Fighter using the Unarmed Fighting Style, based on the great piece REVIVED by Derivakat. As a preface, let me tell You my stance on the whole SMP thing (bcs the song is about it). I don't really care for it. I'm not a fan, but like with most things, I don't dislike it. I only discovered that the song is based on it when I went to genius.com to check the lyrics five minutes ago, and it certainly doesn't change the fact that the song is an absolute banger.

Backstory

Upon meeting Kaller, most people would fall into one of two groups. Either they feared the savage being before them, kind of like a lone wanderer sneaking around to avoid the attention of a wolf they saw, or they called out his barbaric behavior and lack of manners. While he would ignore the majority of both, on some occasions, the latter ones would use the common phrase "Go to hell". These people are now having trouble speaking any words at all.

The first thing he remembers is a cell. Chains wrapped coldly around his arms and legs, the unbearable heat filling the air and forcing itself into his lungs, the laughter of imps. He didn't know who he was, or what did he do to deserve this. He knew only two things: his name is Kaller, and he has died. These, along with the demons torturing him daily, were the only certain elements of his life.

This lasted 13 and a half years, but each of those days felt the same to him. It all blurred together. Sometimes, they would drag him out of the cell and have him fight, either other humanoids or hellish beasts. That's how he found out another thing about himself: he must've been a demonslayer of some sort when he was alive, because he was able to manifest holy energy around his fists.

Finally, after all that time, an expedition came. On his last day in hell, he rejoiced when he heard the imps screaming in terror, running in fear, and dying in agony. Someone came. A group of paladins, to be precise. They went there as part of a confidential mission by their church, and were just as surprised as him to find that he was the only prisoner. Strange.

They escorted Kaller up to the material plane, and the team captain, Boxxon, said that there were high chances of him hearing from his saviours again. They left him a bit of money and were off to report their findings.

As Kaller tried to integrate with normal people, there was a little voice in his head, whispering to him what's right and what isn't. It turns out, most of what was happening was not right. The rich lords extorting the innocent was not. The constant conspiring and thieves were not. He wanted to live a peaceful life, but he felt like vomiting each time he witnessed an unhonourable act. And he spoke out against it, causing his enemies to multiply.

But it wasn't all bad. There were some that stood by him, and reminded him of the templars that rescued him from hell. When he met such people, it always involved a fight and the beginning of an unbreakable friendship.

Kaller always had a gut feeling that wherever he went, misfortune struck. Even with his standoffish attitude, there shouldn't have been so many attempts to take his life. Soon, the demons started coming, and it finally clicked into place. They wanted to cage him again. And he wanted to find out why.

Mechanics

Kaller is a Reborn simply for flavor, and this is one of those times were the most defining parts of him will be his subclasses. I'd personally go with a mix of Battlemaster and Zealot, picking up the Tavern Brawler feat along the way (if your DM agrees to change it into the BG3 version, even better). Of course, we're taking the Unarmed Fighting FS at level 2, and we're sort of pretending to be a STR-based monk. The BM maneouvres are our special moves - bonus points if you only use them while wielding an improvised weapon.

For stats, I'd go with 15(17) STR, 13(14) DEX, 14 CON, 8 INT, 12 WIS, 10 CHA. We need to invest in STR if we want to be a useful fighter, but You may opt to forsake DEX and just sport a full plate, which is fine, but I just think that the Unarmored Defense barbarians get is way to underused, and this is the perfect character to use it on. Similarly, depending on Your interpretation of the character, You may switch INT and CHA around, but I reckon Kaller is more uneducated (on the account of being resurrected) than rude. I wouldn't dump WIS though, he's more perceptive than Your average Joe.

As a character

Possible plot hooks for the DM:

Sir Boxxon arrives with the letter from his church, asking for help with an urgent matter

A devil appears, proposing a deal: You do something for me, I'll tell you about your past life

The voice in your head grows louder, and wants you to go to your... family? Are they still alive?

An unjust lord has set a bounty on your head to prevent you from coming to his land. What a weird invitation

You're having weird dreams about your prison, and an ominous feeling, enticing you to go back to the place it all began

As an NPC

Possible quests to give:

There is an execution in the town the party's staying at. Kaller, chained up and dragged to the executioner, shouts insults at the crowd and their silence, while calling out the lord for his deeds.

When the party's in a tavern, a brawl starts up. All of the participants seem to have a problem with taking one guy, who's fighting with just a beer mug.

A person has gone on a rampage in a nearby village, screaming about how everyone is a devil and killing civilians. Contain the madman, or stop him for good?

Loot:

Simplicity has a nice charm to it, so I'd give him Bracers of Defense and maybe brass knuckles with a mini-smite attached to them?

The song relevance (imho)

Like I said at the beginning, I had no idea that this song was already telling a character's story. This means that my story is based on another story, which makes all of it kind of like a polaroid picture of a polaroid picture, but the picture of the picture is very distorted and You don't even see a picture in that picture.

REVIVED is much more upbeat than our previous entry. It's aggressive, confident, even arrogant at times, pointing to a character with a lot of "I'm always right" moments in their life. Another thing that it brings to mind is the topic of resurrections, and how they redefine You. This is purely hypothetical if we're talking actual resurrections here, but becomes much more practical when we define resurrection as a change of paradigm, like in the phrase "They're like a whole new person".

I'm pretty sure that everyone has at least one such moment, where you draw the line between the old you (who is now effectively dead) amd the new you, who, despite being the same person, is another person. The ship of Theseus and all that.

Alright, getting a bit off-topic, and, what's worse, philosophical. Ugh.

Like always, feel free to use this in your games!

May Your calendar align with your friends'!

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