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goodjohnjr · 4 months

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Home Alone (Video Game)

Home Alone (Video Game 1992) – IMDb What Is It? The 1991 video game Home Alone. Home Alone Games with Macaulay Culkin – Angry Video Game Nerd (AVGN) Here is how The IMDb describes this video game: Two bumbling burglars, Harry and Marv a.k.a. the Wet Bandits, are attempting to break into Kevin McCallister’s house. Nobody else is home and Kevin has called the police, but it’s going to take 20…

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rottenpumpkin13 · 7 months

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Sephiroth's Instagram

ShinRa has Sephiroth create an official Instagram account both to combat the growing number of fake accounts and to boost his image. They come to regret this decision 2 weeks later.

• One time Genesis gifted Sephiroth a bong and told him it was a vintage humidifier. Sephiroth reorganized his office and proudly posted a picture of it with the bong in the background.

• He posted a nice picture of him, Genesis and Angeal together, but chose then to address the rumors. So the caption is just: We did not have a threesome.

• Mirror selfie to show how shiny his new pauldrons were. In the background Zack and Cloud were seen eating dog biscuits.

• To show that he cares for his supporters and does receive their kind gifts, Sephiroth posted a picture of himself wearing a pair of sunglasses gifted to him by a fan. The problem? They were pot leaf sunglasses.

• He once accidentally went live during a meeting, where in the 20 seconds you could hear Lazard say "Take Genesis for example. He's been sleeping for thirty minutes. Are we going to wake him up? No. Why? Because it's exhausting being an inconvenient bitch with the personality of a mop bucket all day."

• When he posted a candid picture of Genesis eating an apple and decided to caption it with a fun fact Angeal told him: He ate chalk as a child.

• When he went live to demonstrate how to properly oil a sword and Zack walked by in the background, started twerking, realized Sephiroth was live, cringed in horror, then in his attempt to escape ran face-first into a wall.

• Mirror selfie that he captions "outfit of the day"

@ AngealHewley commented: It's the outfit of every day. We wear uniforms.

• Sephiroth posts a picture of himself at a nice lake in Kalm and captions it "Beautiful day"

Genesis is visibly drowning in the background.

• He has a highlight reel titled "friendship" and it's just 87 videos of him going "scare cam!" and scaring the shit out of Genesis, Angeal, Zack and Cloud. The last one in the series was him trying to scare Cloud, who had a hot cup of tea in his hands. The audio of said video is just "Scare cam! OW THAT'S HOT!"

• When he was made to stand beside Rufus Shinra for a photo at an event. Sephiroth later posted that picture to Instagram with Rufus visibly cropped out.

• He started taking pictures of stray cats throughout Midgar and giving them each names on the caption. Some notable ones are Cheese grater, Umbrella, Airplane, Egg, Criticism, Water Heater, and a black cat he named Anti-capitalism

• When he posted an embarassing picture of Genesis in his teenage emo phase. Caption read: Throwback. @ GenesisRhapsodosOfficial commented: I will throw back a brick in your face

• Sephiroth organized his closet and proudly posted a picture of it. The comment section was filled with observations of how there was not a single shirt in that man's closet.

• When he took a picture of the gray, lifeless Midgar night sky and captioned it: Look at the stars. They're so bright from here.

• Picture of him shaking hands with president shinra at an event. The caption read I was forced to take this pictureDelete. Delete. Delete.

The text to speech failed.

• Sephiroth took a picture of a random puddle of Mako on the lab floors. Captioned it: Mmm, juice.

• He took a picture of Angeal, Genesis, Zack and Cloud playing twister. It's chaos, they're messy, toppled on top of each other and laughing. Sephiroth captioned it "Home"

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everscorner · 6 months

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The Genesis Of You

You met him in the winter, in Germany. You were in Dortmund, on vacation with a group of girlfriends. On the first night, you all decided to go out for dinner, and at the restaurant, you captured the attention of the famous footballer. He was there with his own group of friends. Someone at Jude’s table took a liking to one of your friends, and naturally approached her. By the end of the night, your groups had merged, and very quickly, you and Jude hit it off. You stuck together for the rest of the night, and somewhere during that, you exchanged IG handles, but of course, it was his finsta. He did that to avoid drawing attention from eagle-eyed fans, who closely watched his IG activity. A few DMs, and a video call later, he invited you to come watch his team play at Signal Iduna Park—you said yes.

Not only did you meet his mother that night, but it turned out to be one of the best nights of your life. Dortmund won, and to celebrate the victory, the two of you went out for dinner … alone. It was romantic, and you were so charmed by him. He was funny, but most importantly, he was easy to converse with. He wasn’t at all what you would expect a famous athlete to be, and you liked that the most about him. Towards the end of the night, you both admitted to liking each other and agreed that you enjoyed each other’s company, but time wasn’t on your side. You were in Dortmund for only a week, and already your friends were butthurt about you ditching them to watch a football game they weren’t invited to. So you agreed to keep it casual, see where it takes you. You hung out a couple more times before you went back home.

You kept in contact via DMs and video calls, but you wouldn’t see him again until late December. After England was eliminated from the World Cup, Jude was feeling pretty dejected and asked you to come visit him in Germany. It was a lot of work rearranging your schedule at the last minute, but you made it work. A few days later, you were in Dortmund with him again, and it was like you had never left. You could only spend a week, and in that time, the two of you fell in love. He officially asked you to be his girlfriend on a romantic night out, and later that night, you consummated your relationship. You spent the next couple of months between your home country and Germany with Jude, you had both agreed to keeping your relationship away from the public, so it made it easy for you to attend matches undetected. You would come and go to matches in a separate car, and when you were out in public together, you tried to keep it casual.

There were instances where you were almost caught, like the time you were in England, and the two of you were out shopping—his treat. Having grown used to your anonymity in Dortmund, you were very affectionate with each other, and the cat was almost let out of the bag after a group of his fans spotted him out and about. Very quickly, you were swarmed by them, and to avoid having to answer awkward questions, you assumed the role of his assistant. After that incident, you agreed to limit the PDA in larger cities. The incident also made you realise how much you appreciated having your relationship out of the limelight, because it meant it could be without public scrutiny.

Eventually, your families met and they got on pretty well. Towards the end of the football season, you agreed to vacation in Greece for the summer. On the flight over—private jet—Jude cheekily followed you on his main IG account, and the next morning, your follower count had grown by 1,000 followers. In the space of 24 hours, you’d gone from having 200-some followers to 2200-some followers and counting, and they would continue to grow throughout the summer. In Greece, you managed to go undetected for the first couple of days of your vacation, but you weren’t as lucky on the third night. You were having dinner with your boyfriend, when a patron at the restaurant spotted the two of you and without you realising, snapped pictures and sold them to the Daily Mail. The next morning, the picture was plastered on all the tabloids, with headlines like: ‘Jude Bellingham’s Officially Off The Market.’

You made the mistake of stupidly reading one of the articles, which contained very in-depth details of your romantic outing. The onlooker disclosed what the two of you were doing throughout the night and gave their unsolicited opinion of your relationship. The comment section of the article was worse, a bunch of anonymous randos, who concluded from the article that you were a ‘gold digger’ after Jude’s money. It was awful, and the whole thing felt like a gross invasion of your privacy. On your IG, your follower count kept growing and the brave fans were commenting under your most recent post, debating on whether you were the girl from the Daily Mail article or not. Most of them were nice, complimenting your appearance and begging you to not break Jude’s heart, but some were outright nasty, asking questions like, ‘what does he see in her?’ and ‘ew, her?’ and those ones really got to you.

In the end, it only made sense to delete the app on your phone. It was the only way you’d enjoy the rest of your vacation with your boyfriend. When you redownloaded the app after your hiatus, your follow count sat at +10,000—insanity! When Jude made the move to Madrid, you made the move with him. And now the two of you are living in Madrid together, you try to keep a low profile, but it’s difficult with Jude’s growing fame.

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songmingisthighs · 6 months

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Genesis

introduction pt. i | pt. ii | pt. iii

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ch. lxxv - CUFFING

fashion mogul!mingi × reader

buy me coffee ?

!! A T T E N T I O N !!

things aren't always what it seems but when even the truth is left unheard, what can people do? one musn't lie but what if the lie is more accepted than the truth? the scariest thing in this world isn't monsters or demons. it's people with no agenda and time to waste.

"Daddy's home!"

The front door shut gently after the beeps of the electronic keypad went off. You peeked your head from the kitchen, furrowing your eyebrows slightly, "Mingi, where are you?" Mingi soon popped into the hallway with three shopping bags, surprising you. "Wow, guess who went on a shopping spree," you teased as you stepped out of the kitchen while wiping your hands on a rag.

With a wide grin, Mingi shook his head excitedly, "Oh these aren't for me, these are for you and bean!" He said before rushing to drop the shopping bags on the couch. Your eyes widened and you speed-walked to him, hitting him on his shoulder that unfortunately did nothing as Mingi began pulling the items out one by one. "Look, this is a onesie bean can wear from six month to two years," he said, showing how the fabric of the onesie stretched. Intrigued, you started peering over the items that Mingi brought home, "Or so it said. I've seen your baby pictures, Mingi, you were a long baby," you pointed out.

As soon as you mentioned baby, Mingi turned and dropped to his knees, looking up at you with hopeful eyes, "May I?" He asked with his hands on the hem of your shirt. Seeing him so excited to greet his baby, you maneuvered yourself to sit on the couch and pulling him between your legs before nodding, "Go for it." Immediately, Mingi lifted your shirt to the top of your bump and his soft lips made contact with your skin, right where bean's head was, "Hi baby, did you miss daddy?" His voice was so gentle and the soft caress he gave on the other side of your stomach only increased the amount of affection he was showcasing. "I think bean missed you because when Wooyoung was here earlier, bean didn't move much. But then, Wooyoung played a video of you cussing whilst gaming and bean started moving around," you told him. Mingi's eyes lit up and he started pressing more kisses to your tummy, "That's my baby! That's my bean!" He proudly said.

After spending a fair amount of time on your tummy (bean), Mingi rested his cheek on it and looked up at you, "And how's the baby mama doing today?" He smiled. You exhaled sharply and pursed your lips, "Well if you must know, I spent most of the day on my legs because I felt productive and energized and I even convinced Wooyoung that I could do all the heavy lifting while we were putting some of bean's things in my room and then right after Wooyoung left, all the pain shot through my my back and legs and I had to like rest for a solid hour before trying to start dinner."

The initial smile on Mingi's face turned into a pout at your admission of situation when he was not there. Hearing you having trouble when no one was around to help brought a sinking feeling to Mingi's stomach and he absolutely hated it. "Why didn't you tell me? I could've-" "Leave work to help me cut onions?" You chuckled after cutting him off, not even realizing that you patted his head like a kid, "I only needed a tiny bit of rest and after that, I was good enough to even clean the apartment and even organize the shoe rack." The glare Mingi gave was a clear indication that he was not happy with your activities and it dropped to your stomach, poking it gently continuously, "Bean, daddy needs your help reminding your mom that she needs to take it slow or else I'll make sure to cuff her hand with me," he chastised, shooting you a look as if threatening you in the guise of talking to his child.

Though you wanted to roll your eyes and tell Mingi to stop acting silly, but you felt bean moving inside of you at the sound of his voice and you'd like to imagine that bean was moving closer, seeking Mingi. "I think rather than remindinh me to take it slow, bean should remind you to take a break. You've been coming home a lot later and frankly, tonight is the earliest you've returned in a while," you pointed out but Mingi only shrugged, "You're doing the best at home so I want to do my best at work especially now that we're going to open at the Gallerio and release a new line, I want you and bean to be proud of me."

It wasn't until he said it that Mingi realized two things.

One, how cringey and childlike he sounded.

Two, how genuinely he wanted your approval. Bean was just there to be his muse but you? He wanted to be able to be worthy. Or even just worthy-adjacent.

"Mingi, I'm already proud of you no matter what you do and frankly I'm more worried about you not taking care of yourself because you think you have to prove something," you took his face in your hands and it was then that you realized how touchy you were being, touchier in a sense that it felt rather... Intimate in a sense. So you squeezed his cheeks and shook his head gently, "And frankly I don't want this to be a thing because it'll set a bad example to bean when they're born, like bean will need to achieve something to gain our affection or approval or something which is so stereotypically Asian, it actually borders on cliché," you joked, making Mingi chuckle and nod. "Promise me you won't kill yourself just to get my respect? Because you don't have to do that with me. I'm here for you because as we promised, we'll be completely honest with each other, right?"

Other than his mom, he had never hear a woman being so genuine with him. Mingi lacked a lot of experience in certain areas and he lacked awareness from time to time and he was usually just expected to do better on his own without much support. So he really took your sincereity to heart and he realized how much it meant for him to have a partner in crime. He couldn't even stop the grin that kept growing on his face. He probably looked stupid but he didn't care.

"If we're being honest, I think I need to tell you that I'm like two minutes away from chewing on my leg because I'm so hungry," Mingi sheepishly said, making you laugh as you push his head slightly out of disbelief. "You go take a quick shower and change while I heat up our food. I almost forgot about dinner because Wooyoung made me eat so much snacks today."

Mingi nodded and pushed himself up to his feet, "I'll be quick, okay?" And before he could stop himself, he leaned down and pecked you on the forehead before turning around to go to his room and take a shower. It was only when he saw his laundry that you had done on the basket by the bed that he realized what he had done. Eyes wide, jaw agape, Mingi crouched down in an area hidden from his opened door to silently scold himself for treating you as if you two were in a relationship. You both had yet to set boundaries as co-parents in terms of treating each other but he was sure kissing or pecking each other randomly was not part of it.

Meanwhile, you were still on the couch, dumbfounded and trying to process what happened. You were trying to figure out whether the forehead kiss really happened or not because so far you both had been touchy when you both needed to like for photos or when you helped each other. Heck, he even give you foot rubs from time to time because they tend to get tired from the extra weight. So your head was swimming with thoughts questioning what just happened.

But to be frank, your head was trying to focus more on figuring out why you liked it so much.

Weird.

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tiredwitchplant · 8 months

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Everything You Need to Know About Herbs: Mandrake (Root)

Mandrake (Atropa Mandragora, Mandragora officinale)

*Poisonous *Medical Herb *Masculine

Folk names: Alraun, Anthropormorphon, Baaras, Brain Thief, Circerium, Ciroea, Galgenmannchen (Germain: Witches’ Mannilda), Ladykins, Mandragen, Mandragor, Mannikin, Raccoon Berry, Semihomo, Wild Lemon, Womandrake, Zauberurirzel (German: Sorcerer’s Root)

Planet: Mercury, Uranus

Element: Fire, Earth

Deities: Hecate, Hathor

Abilities: Protection, Fertility, Money, Love, Health, and Curse (Death)

Why Poisonous?: Contains toxic tropane alkaloids such as hyoscyamine and scopolamine. Tropane alkaloids are powerful anticholinergic agents and causes peripheral symptoms (dry mouth and blurred vision) and central effects (drowsiness and delirium) and can also cause vomiting, difficulty swallowing and abdominal pain.

*Do not consume!

Characteristics: Are perennial herbs with thick, often forked roots that resemble human legs. They produce violet flowers and small berries which were reportedly eaten raw as a delicacy.

History: Is referred to in the book of Genesis in the Holy Bible as the herb of fertility. However, the likeness of the root to a human figure caused it to be feared by many as it was thought to been embodied by a demon. It is said that when pulled, a mandrake root will let out a horrible, shrieking scream that is lethal to one’s ears. A book founded from the year 1870 gave instructions on how to make a homunculus (a small human servant) by using a mandrake root to represent the body. During the Middle Ages, it was used as a charm to ward off scammers and little roots were used to wish for pregnancy.

Growing Mandrake:

Easy to Grow? No.

Rating: Expert

Seeds Accessible: No

Mandrake Planting

Video Guide

Where to Buy Seeds

Magical Usage:

Can be used for binding, strengthening, protection and power

Can be used to represent a person for love spells and healing (potentially can be used to represent a person for curses but I do not recommend)

Was used as a poppet for image magic

A whole root can be placed on the mantle of your home for protection, fertility and prosperity

Can exorcise demons

Can be hung on a headboard of your bed for better sleep, attract love, and prevent illness

Medical Usage:

Was used as a narcotic

Used to knock out patients for surgery and relieve pain

Used to reverse infertility

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duhragonball · 28 days

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Neon Genesis Evangelion 01

Not a hoax, not a dream, not an imaginary story, and it's not an April Fool's prank! The Neon Genesis Evangelion liveblog begins here!

Man, it feels surreal to actually be doing this. This is one of those bucket-list anime series that I thought I should watch just to understand all the pop culture references. Jojo's Bizarre Adventure was one, Revolutionary Girl Utena was another, but those were a lot easier to track down. Hell, RGU was free on YouTube when I watched it. But Eva was a little tougher to get ahold of. There weren't a lot home video releases, and streaming services weren't carrying it. I think that's changed in the last few years, but I'd heard the Netflix version had some changes to the subtitles, and besides, I was busy with other things.

So a few years back I just said "fuck it" and paid too much money for the old ADV DVDs. I think it's out on Blu-Ray now, but I can't take screenshots from Blu-Rays so this is the play. But that's all prologue. We're finally here, and I'm finally watching this thing, so it's time to see what this thing's all about.

Ah, so it's a historical drama, is it?

I could gush about the theme song, which I've enjoyed for years, even without watching this show, but nah, let's just move on to the show itself. You know the words, and if you don't, go look up "Cruel Angel's Thesis" and prepare to rock out.

There's a little backstory in this episode, but the important stuff is pretty self-evident. There's some giant monster thing that emerged from the water, and a big UN military force is desperate to destroy it before it attacks. Conventional weapons are completely ineffective, and a big chunk of Episode 01 is spent on watching this thing shrug off missiles and shells as it strolls towards... someplace. I'm assuming it's a city or a base.

It's fast, strong, and agile, as seen here when it catches a missile in one hand. The missile explodes in its face and has no effect.

While this is going on, a woman named Misato Katsugari is trying to pick up a kid named Shinji Ikari. The monster attack hits right before she finds him, and he almost gets killed when she pulls up in her car. On their way to the base, she sees that the U.N. is deploying a nuclear weapon? It looks like a nuke, but I missed that line, so maybe it was something else. Anyway, it doesn't work either, but it does blow over Misato's car.

When the dust settles, they push the car back on its wheels and continue. Misato calls for some sort of train to pick them up and take them the rest of the way, and it's like some kind of car-carrier train, I guess. Not important.

Since the nuke didn't work, the UN hands things off to the NERV agency, headed by Shinji's father, Gendo Ikari. Okay, so in brief, they call the monsters "angels", and if I remember right, they said there was an attack fifteen years ago, so this is an ongoing thing. NERV was established to combat these angels, but I guess the UN wanted to see if they could hack it on their own first.

Misato works for NERV, and she introduces Shinji to Ritsuko Akagi. They discuss Shinji as being the "Third Child", so it's becoming clear that Shinji didn't just come here to visit his dad.

I kind of glossed over all this technobabble, but I already know where this is going. There's big robots that can fight the angels, and they must need Shinji to pilot one of them, and he must be uniquely capable of doing so or they wouldn't have bothered sending for him.

The ladies give Shinji a NERV manual to read, but when they show him the robot, they tell him it's not in the manual. So why is there a manual at all? I mean, there's not much else to this operation besides the robots, right? Maybe that's why the manual looks so short.

I guess they were going to slowly introduce Shinji to the job, but the angel is attacking the base, so they kind of cut to the chase. NERV needs Shinji to pilot this specific robot, Evangelion Unit 01, to fight the angel. Shinji is obviously untrained, but his dad insists that he only has to sit in the pilot seat. Shinji still hates this idea, and his dad stone cold doesn't care. Shinji clearly doesn't trust his dad, and his dad stone cold doesn't care about that either.

Misato is the only one here who's even a little sympathetic to Shinji's predicament here, but even she pressures him to get in the robot, because they're all going to die if the angel gets any closer. She says something about how Shinji needs to "confront" his dad and himself, which Shinji seems to understand, like he's known for a while now that this day was coming. He still can't bring himself to go through with it though. So Gendo goes with Plan B.

Plan B is Rei Ayanami, a girl about Shinji's age who piloted another NERV robot, Unit 00. I guess she fought an angel recently, which is why she's so badly hurt in this episode. They have to wheel her in on a gurney. The NERV staff are somewhat incredulous about this, but as Gendo puts it "She's not dead", and if Shinji won't fight, this is all they have left. Despite her condition, Rei agrees to do it, although it's pretty clear to everyone that she's in no condition for this, if she ever was.

While Shinji is still processing the implications of sending Rei in his place, the base is rocked by the angel outside, and it's enough to knock over Rei's gurney and send some stuff crashing onto Shinji... until Unit 01 raises its hand to mimic his own instictive motions. Improbably, Shinji is so in tune with the robot that he can control it from the outside, without even being conscious of it. So this sheds some light on why Gendo wanted him to pilot the thing so badly.

So between this and the pathetic state Rei's in, Shinji agrees to pilot the robot and defend the base. There's a lengthy scene of him getting put inside the robot and sending the robot outside, but I'm not going to do into that.

Gendo's second-in-command asks him if he's sure about this, and he points out that if they don't defeat the angels, then they have no future. As cold and indifferent as he seems, he does have a point. If Rei and Shinji are the only ones who can pilot the robots, what choice do they have? But I'm pretty sure the rest of this series will show that it's not that simple...

And that's the episode. I'm a little surprised they're saving the actual fight for episode 2, but at this point it seems like a foregone conclusion. If Shinji can't win, they all die, and I have a feeling the kaiju battles are kind of secondary to the rest anyway.

The way I understood it, this show started out like a fairly typical Sentai/Kaiju/Whatever-You-Call-It TV series. Kids in colorful suits, they hop in giant robots, which are the only thing that can stop the giant monsters, it's been done a million times. But as the series progresses, it turns into this introspective psychodrama or something. Also, it plays up how messed up it is to send teenagers into a war zone like this, but I think we just saw that happen already, so it looks like the social commentary hit the ground running.

I don't really have much more to say here since we're just getting started. There's not much point in trying to figure out Gendo, even though that's clearly the guy we're supposed to be wondering about. Better to wait for more information and go from there. So I'll see you next time.

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sadhours · 1 year

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neon lights pt. 5 | b.h & reader

18+ minors dni | prev. chapter

warnings: adult themes, gambling, smut, group sex, degradation kink, slapping, unprotected sex

Matted, sticky patterned carpet under Billy’s feet, the stale cigarette smoke flooding his nose and the triumphant rings of the slots is what home is starting to feel like. It’s shameful, sure but every goddamn other soul in this place feels the same way he does and that’s enough to sweep the guilt under the rug. There’s a song playing, he thinks it might Genesis but it’s muffled by the clicking of buttons, voices murmuring and the shrill tones from the slot machines. He chews on his bottom lip, fingers inching into his left breast pocket so he can light up a Marlboro Red while he anticipates his next move; where will he start first? Sometimes, Billy needs to warm up, sit at the bar and play a couple or ten hands of video poker, deuces wild is his favorite. Other times, he’s straight for the tables. Not as often, he parks his ass at a slot machine. He doesn’t like doing the slots as much because he can get stuck there for hours and that’s dangerous. The cocktail waitresses are oh so sweet and with his mind preoccupied with the flash of colors and the numbers rising or falling, he loses track of just how many times he’s asked for a beer and when he goes to stand finally, he’ll realize he’s absolutely shitfaced and a hundred bucks poorer. He can’t do slots tonight. At least not yet.

This morning, you’d taken the money Chip so graciously gave to you and paid rent, without accepting Billy’s half. So this is just extra money as far as he’s concerned and what better to do with it than bring it to Bally’s and see what he can make of it. Many things, definitely. A whopping $220 burning a hole in his pocket. He could get a haircut, he could buy some new clothes— boots; his boots are fucked and the duct tape isn’t going to hold them together much longer. They’re wildly uncomfortable but Billy’s gotten good at making do with what he has. See, the problem is he’s got this nagging voice in back of his head that tells him he could double or hell, maybe even triple the money. He rarely does, but the voice doesn’t remind him of that.

Billy takes his place at the bar closest to the doors, nods to the bartender he’s gotten to know pretty well and slides a twenty into the machine. He maneuvers the buttons until he’s pulled up Deuces Wild and he’s betting a dollar. If he completely fucks it, that’ll give him twenty hands but that’s unlikely. And that’s why he likes to start with this game. The bartender places the Budweiser and an ashtray in front of him.

“Good day at work?” she grins, Billy doesn’t show up to Bally’s unless he’s got money. When he’s broke, he takes his happy ass to the Coin Castle.

“It’s my day off,” he smirks, sliding a dollar for her tip before reaching for the bottle of beer.

She giggles, flipping her blonde hair back as she grabs the bill, “Lucky you.”

“Let’s hope so,” he mumbles, his fingers pressing against the buttons with ease, holding a queen, a jack and a king, all of the same suit. His heart beats a little faster and the rushing feeling in his stomach picks up. Billy loves that feeling more than anything. It’s better than listening to a great guitar riff. It’s superior to blowing his load. There’s nothing like it.

A ten of clubs and a four of hearts. Fuck. With the flick of his finger, he’s dealt a new hand, the loss forgotten in an instant.

“Ya know…” the bartender hasn’t moved away, she’s twirling her hair between her fingers as she continues, “I’m off in an hour. A couple of us girls are going to go dancing. Maybe you’d like to come.”

You come to Billy’s mind in an instant, he’s got to pick you up from the club at 2 but he does consider it. You were pretty adamant about this not being an exclusive thing. It’s only dancing. Billy likes to dance when he’s drunk enough. It’s not probable that he’ll be drunk in an hour. Plus, he’s just got here.

“Well, sweetheart, come find me in an hour and if I’m not winning, I’ll join ya,” he smiles at her, flicking his ash into the tray before glancing back down to the game. He deals himself another hand and he’s got two deuces wild and a queen of hearts to hold. He’s got a three of a kind guaranteed but the possibilities are endless. He nudges his thumb against the button and is pleased to see a Royal Flush with deuces.

He grins and the bartender sighs, “Looks like we’ll be dancing without you.”

Billy shakes his head but the euphoria spreading through him hopes this doesn’t jinx him, “You know how these things go.”

“Shh,” she winks at him as she saunters over to the other gentleman at the bar.

His next hand is a bust but Billy expects it. He pushes for several hands and then it crawls up slowly, hand after hand he's getting straights and flushes. He gets four deuces after his third beer and he cashes out, tipping the blonde bartender more than he should before he decides to grab himself some chips. Roulette’s been calling his name since he got here.

There’s two tables to choose from. A sad looking one with a couple of dudes, chain smoking while looking glum and another one, with older dudes in suits who have gorgeous girls in tight dresses hanging onto their sides. If Billy went to that table, he’d be the most attractive guy there but the girls wouldn’t flock to him unless he started winning. Then again, he ain’t betting like these nice suit, ugly dudes. Sad table it is.

Billy sits down, grabs a stack of chips and starts slow, bets on black and smiles brightly at the dealer. First round, he wins and because he can’t help himself, he bets more on black. Again, the little ball lands on black and weirdly enough, on the number Billy was debating on picking. Which has his gears turning, he’s gotta bet more, slides a stack of chips over to the first number that calls his name. He doesn’t even get the color right and he grumbles, reaching for his Marlboros. He checks his watch and that’s a bad sign. He orders a shot of Black Velvet and another beer from the cocktail waitress. If he’s gonna dance, he’s gotta be drunk.

Billy’s only lost about a hundred bucks when the blonde pokes his side. He turns to see her and five other girls, bouncing on their toes as they look to him.

“What’s the verdict?” she says and Billy has to look at her name tag, burn her name in his memory. Cynthia.

“Looks like I’m a dancing fool tonight, darling,” he smiles at her but it doesn’t reach his eyes. If they hadn’t come to look for him he would’ve blew through the other five twenty dollar bills in his pocket.

She does a giddy dance and then her face falls, “I mean… I’m sorry you’re losing, but I’m happy you’re coming with us.”

“You and I, both,” he chides, sliding his last chip for the dealer and following the gaggle of girls upstairs. He waits outside of their locker room, smoking down a cigarette while he downs his last beer. The girls are quick, they come out dressed in skimpy outfits that reveal so much, Billy can’t help his eyes scanning between them. He has the crude thought that he could be the pretty, pleased focal point of a fivesome but he tries not to revel in the thought. He can’t jinx himself two times tonight. He pictures your face for a split second but pushes it away quickly. He’ll be there to pick you up at 2, he can’t be held responsible for what happens in between.

“I feel like Hugh Hefner,” he smiles wide, wrapping his arms around however many girls he can manage as they walk down the hall. The comment is met with a commotion of giggles and Billy thinks he could write a fucking letter to playboy if this night goes right.

The club is packed. It’s a Friday night so it’s no shock. Eyes turn as Billy walks in with five girls on his arms. The best part is he doesn’t need to pay them. He knows that it would cost him an arm and a leg if he did. Michael Jackson is playing loud, the bass rattles Billy’s chest as he herds the women to the bar. He orders them shots of tequila and whiskey for himself. Cynthia rubs her nose against the base of his neck, rubbing his exposed chest as she whispers a thank you. The six of them cheers before downing the shots and before they disperse, Billy orders a second round. He’s not drunk enough to dance but he’s close.

Once that warm buzzing flows through his veins, he has no complaints being dragged through the crowd. He’s got one girl in front of him, another behind him and the other three in his view. They all grind together. Billy thinks of you again. He thinks of the hundreds of men who would pay for this and how all he has to do is smile pretty at the right girl for this all to happen. He’s got four hours until he needs to pick you up. That’s plenty of time.

Cynthia pulls his face close and whispers in his ear, “If you’re up for it, we’d like to show you a good time tonight.”

Billy’s not one to turn down fun. He’s fueled by promises of fun. He wouldn’t live his life any other way. Being serviced by five women at the same time might be intimidating to most men but not him. Looks like he might be penning that letter to playboy after all.

An hour goes by and then he’s being dragged out the door. His nerves are numb, the alcohol makes him brazen enough to make out with three of the girls at once in the backseat. He can’t be sure whose hands are whose. They’re all over him and the two girls in the front complain they don’t get to touch him. His dicks been excruciatingly hard since he climbed into the backseat. It’s all filth in his mind. Selfishness. Billy’s not worried about performance anxiety. His libido is wildly high. It has been since he first figured out how to jack off. There were days spent where he’d wear himself out. Addiction is a factor maybe. Billy’s not familiar with moderation, if something makes him feel good he indulges until he physically can’t anymore.

They arrive at one of the girls places. It’s a big house, out in the suburbs in a gated place. Billy’s sure whoever lives here is a sugar baby. They’ve all told him their names and he repeats them in his head, trying to picture their faces as recites them internally.

Cynthia: blonde, blue eyes, huge tits. Teresa: brunette, Asian, pretty smile. Julia: brunette, Bambi brown eyes and small chest. Jenna: blonde, bigger tits than Cynthia and a mole on the left side of her upper lip. Raquel: red hair, freckles all over and a big ass.

Billy’s got this. He can handle this. They’re all fucking stunning. Those no way in hell he can’t keep his dick hard. The gaggle of women lead him into a master bedroom. Teresa and Julia run downstairs and return with a bottle of whiskey and a bottle of champagne. Raquel disappears to find cassettes, Billy figures this must be her place but he can’t be sure. When the redhead returns, she’s putting the Warrant album Cherry Pie and your face floods Billy’s mind. He grabs the handle of whiskey and drinks from it in guzzles until he’s being pushed back on the king sized bed. Cynthia is unzipping his boots, tossing them aside and pulls his socks down. She kisses along his bare feet and in most circumstances, Billy wouldn’t be aroused but now, his dick twitches in his pants.

“Condoms?” he chokes out, the worry settling in his chest abruptly. Jenna smiles, biting her lip as she undoes the buttons of Billy’s shirt. Raquel opens the nightstand drawer and grabs a box of Magnums. She dumps it out on his stomach, settling beside his head as she rubs her hands up his chest.

Cynthia licks around his big toe and he lets out a giggle, jerking his foot away from her face. They all giggle but Teresa’s undoing his belt and licking along the corded muscles of his stomach. Billy feels on top of the world. These girls can’t keep their hands off of him. He wonders for a second if his dad would be proud but shoves the thought aside when he realizes his dad might be jealous, wouldn’t admit how cool this is and instead tell Billy how void of morals he is. Any goddamn man would be proud, but more than anything, jealous. Julia’s flicking her tongue against his left nipple and Jenna swallows his moan down, shoving her tongue in his mouth. If Billy had to pick which girls he’s most attracted to, it’d be Raquel. She’s the shyest. They all work at Bally’s but she’s the one who averts eye contact the most. Billy had fantasized about her before. He smoothes his hand down Raquel’s back and squeezes her ass.

The girls collectively undress him before they undress themselves and Billy’s not sure where to look. His eyes dart amongst them, his erection against his stomach is aching and red. He can feel himself leaking. Raquel is kissing against his cheek while Teresa and Jenna simultaneously lick his cock, Cynthia is still focused on his feet and ankles which tickles but he’s distracted enough for it to feel good. There’s so many hands on his body. It’s all so wonderful. Billy turns to capture Raquel’s lips in his own, reaching between her legs to drag his fingers through her folds. She’s soaking wet and it makes him groan into the kiss.

He mumbles against the redheads lips, “Lemme taste your pussy.”

She gives a squeal before she’s straddling his face. He wraps his hand around her thighs, squeezing as he pulls her heat to his lips. She tastes good. Billy loves the taste of pussy. Every girl is distinctly different but there’s a similarity amongst them. Something that gets his body going. He thrusts his hips up at it, the two women below chasing it. He closes his eyes, he’s got to focus on not busting his load too quickly. There’s two tongues dragging against his cock and another pair licking at his balls. The man’s in heaven. Raquel grabs onto his curls, making a slew of whimpers and mewls. He has to open his eyes to look at her. Her face is totally fucked out, her tits bouncing as she rides his face. He growls against her and she looks down, lips parted obscenely as she cries out.

“I’m gonna cum already,” she complains with a whine which has Billy lapping at her cunt that more excitedly.

“No fair,” he hears a voice below.

Raquel comes against his face with a scream, writhing against him before pulling off him as she tries to catch her breath. It’s like a queue after that, each girl straddling his face one after the other to cum. He’s impressed that he’s able to hold off himself while he gets all five girls off with tongue, one right after the other.

Raquel hasn’t had enough, she’s grabbing a condom and ripping the packaging open before slipping it over his aching cock. She slips him inside her with ease and then Jenna’s grabbing a hold of Raquel’s hips, guiding her movements as she licks at the redheads tits. Cynthia and Julia are lapping against each of his nipples and it’s not something Billy had ever considered arousing but fuck does it feel good. Four beautiful faces looking at him and then he feels a tongue against his balls again. Teresa must be down there, she’s the only one not accounted for.

“Let me try,” Jenna begs, eyes flicking up to Raquel’s face. The redhead pouts but pulls off of Billy’s cock and drags the condom off of his length with her nimble fingers. Jenna supplies another, sinking down on Billy’s cock with such ease it makes him grunt. It’s all overwhelming and Billy’s on the fast track to busting, it’s too much at once and Jenna bounces on his cock maybe five times and he’s unloading into the condom, a cry leaving his lips as he thrusts up into it. He knows himself well. He can come one more time before he’s toast and an inkling inside of him wants to save it up for you.

Then Billy’s imagining you in a similar situation. Not you as one of the five girls pleasing him but the opposite. He pictures you with five dudes and within a split second, he’s dick is soft. He feels incredibly embarrassed as it happens but he sits up pushing the girls away from him. He’s… he’s jealous, images of you with five cocks that aren’t his podding and poking you and he’s angry. He gasps, catching his breath while five pairs of doe eyes look up at him.

“Fuck… I have to go,” he scrambles out of the bed, whisking up his clothes as he stands.

“Billy,” Cynthia scoffs, “We just started.”

He jumps into his jeans, “And it was fun… but fuck, I’m sorry. I just… I have a woman.”

“Oh?” Raquel breaths, looking up at him with shame in her eyes.

“Like not, really…” he exhales, pushing curls off of his forehead, “I just realized I’m in love.”

Billy understands that’s not what you should say to five naked girls in a bed but it’s the damn truth. All of them look at him disappointed as he steps into his boots and pulls his shirt over his shoulders. He’s still being bombarded with images of you being fucked by five different dudes and it makes his stomach turn something crazy. He’s angry with you and it’s misplaced anger and he’s totally aware. He’s more mad at himself but there’s an ego not letting it seep in.

“I’ll get a cab. You girls keep having fun,” he says, slipping into his boots. The redhead follows I’m downstairs, grabbing his wrist before he can open the front door.

“You won’t find a cab out there,” she whispers, “Let me call you one.”

Billy sighs, leaning against the door as he looks at her. She’s gorgeous and he could have her. But she isn’t you, and that fact punches him in the face. He’s made a grave mistake.

“She must be real special,” Raquel says as she dials the number, holding the phone to her ear.

“If I gave this up,” he groans, “Then I’ve got to be a fucking idiot. But yeah… she’s special.”

Billy’s chain smoking when you make it to the Camaro. The alcohol has seem to worn off. He’s wracked with guilt. You can practically smell it on him when you climb in.

“What the hell did you do?” you ask, snatching the Marlboro from him.

He finds himself honest, for some reason. He sighs, “I was just with five girls. In some fucking mansion…”

“And you gave it up to come pick me up,” you purse your lips.

You’re jealous for sure but he’s not your boyfriend. You set these boundaries for a reason. And you wouldn’t be caught dead going back on your word.

“I’m sorry,” he says, and it sounds like he means it.

“You fucked them,” you exhale, tilting your head, “All five? Is your dick still attached?”

“I didn’t… hey, I said I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have.”

“By all means, fuck who you want,” you shrug, “You’re not my boyfriend, Billy.”

“I thought of you, getting absolutely trained,” he says with a chuckle, “And my dick went soft.”

“I wasn’t the one having an orgy,” you bite back, “Drop me off. Go back to them.”

Billy shifts the gears, peeling out of the clubs parking lot in seconds.

“Billy… I’m not mad… I mean, I hope you were safe,” you explain, “You haven’t been safe with me and maybe I should’ve like…”

He interrupts you, “You’re literally the only girl I’ve skipped that with.”

You’re a bit stunned. You haven’t slept with anyone besides Billy since you two had sex the first time.

“In your whole life?”

“Yeah,” he seethes, he sounds so angry you’re a little worried. Then he softens, “I like… I don’t know. I wanted to feel you.”

Your heart beats faster. And you are mad. But you’re also flustered. He just had five eager women ready to do whatever he asked and he ended it to come pick your sorry ass up.

“I take it you didn’t win big tonight.”

It’s a low blow but hell, you hate gambling. It tore your family apart and you really don’t see the appeal. But Billy loves it. You’ve seen the way his breath hitches before every hand, before every push at the slot.

“As long as I have you, I’m winning.”

You don’t reply. You can’t.

“Goodnight,” you tell him as you get into the apartment. You don’t give him a second glance because you are mad. You’re mad he cared enough about you to stop his porno come to life. Boyfriends are bad news and Billy is not your boyfriend. He’s strictly your roommate with gorgeous eyes and a great dick.

“Whatever,” he huffs before stalking off to the bathroom. You hear the shower turn on and you crash onto your bed, peeling your clothes off along the way.

When he’s crawling into your bed an hour later, you stiffen. This isn’t okay. He should go to his own room with his tail between his legs. It’s not even the sex you’re mad about.

You straddle his waist, pushing his shoulders hard against the mattress.

“I’m not your fucking girlfriend, Billy Hargrove,” you spit, “You’re a fucking idiot.”

“Oh, yeah, baby,” he mumbles beneath you, “Talk dirty to me.”

You slap his face, hard while you peer down at his moonlit face. You hate how fucking gorgeous he is. His eyes look excited and he lets out this breathy gasp that has your pussy aching.

“I mean it. You’re stupid, you had five girls all over you and you think I’m a better lay,” you seethe, grabbing onto his jaw and pushing his head back against your pillows. “Five pussies are better than one.”

Billy lets out this aroused whimper and you slap him again. He’s so foolish. You’ve had men this smitten before. None of them nearly as pretty as him but still. Sometimes your job was scolding men for wanting you. But he’s not paying you. He actually knows you.

“If you think I’m touching your disgusting dick then you are soooo fucking stupid,” you whisper, digging your fingernails into the sides of his puffy cheeks. “You’re fucking pathetic.”

Your words are mean but it’s obvious they turn him on, you can feel it between your legs. Hard against his briefs. You’d be a big fat liar if you insisted you weren’t wet from the interaction. You don’t get it. He had five women, easy. He could have any woman easy but he crawled into your bed.

“Say it,” you press, “Tell me how pathetic you are.”

“Shut up,” he bites back and you slap him again.

“I mean it,” you knit your eyebrows together, “It’s fucking sad. You were just a cock to them and you’re just a cock to me.”

Billy’s throat makes this groveling whine and you can feel his cock twitch against you.

“They were sweet,” you pout, shoving your thumb in his mouth, “they made you feel special. But you’re only ever something to fuck.”

You grind against him, mind reeling at the way he sucks on your thumb. You’ve had power like this during sex, but it’s incredibly intoxicating when it’s over Billy. You ache to hear him begging.

“You want me to fuck you? After that?” you tsk, “As if you’re worthy to be inside me.”

He bites your thumb and you bellow out a laugh, pulling it out so you can smack his face again.

“You’re so goddamn lucky you’re pretty,” you tell him, “If you didn’t make me so wet, I wouldn’t fuck you.”

“Fuck me,” he pants out, desperately.

The desire dripping his voice is decadent. You almost lose focus. He’s so easy. And you’ve had your share of easy men. But none of them were sex wrapped in tan muscles and a sweet face to boot. Damn him for being so sexy. Billy was good too, he knew it didn’t take much for him to flip the roles but he liked this too all to well.

“You think you deserve my pussy?”

“No,” you can hear the smile in his voice, “but I need it.”

“Yeah?” you purr, “You could’ve had five women, easily. Fuck who’s to say you didn’t fuck all of them and now here I am, getting the fucking leftovers.”

“Only two,” he whines and you notice how his fists clench at your sides, he’s fighting himself to give you this control and it almost ends it all. You feel stupid for wanting him so badly. It makes you slap him again, which he preens at, obviously liking the punishment. Goddamn him. If you were in fact his girlfriend, this would be relationship ending news. But Billy… is Billy, and unfortunately he’d need to do a lot worse to put out the fire you have for him.

“You’re so stupid,” you remind him, pulling at his blonde curls, “I should be kicking you out of my bed.”

“But you’re not,” he says, breathlessly.

“Yet,” you threaten as you lower your mouth to his, crashing your lips in a bruising kiss. “You make me so fucking sick.”

It’s true, but he makes you feel more wanted than you’ve ever felt in your life. It’s extremely dangerous.

“I’m sorry,” he blubbers, jerking his hips up to meet yours.

“No, you’re not,” you laugh, “You like being a whore. Huh? Makes you feel like such a hot shot, having all these dumb sluts throw themselves at you?”

Billy grunts, finally moving his hands to grab your jaw and pull your lips against his. You can’t help but melt into it. You’re writhing against him, allowing him a sliver on control because he just feels that amazing and you’d give him anything he asked in a heartbeat.

“Baby,” he whines against your lips, “I need you so bad. I need you. I want you. I don’t care about anyone else…”

“Fuck you,” you fume as you grip his face, it’s all the words you want him to say but you cannot believe. This is just sex. He needs to know that. You can’t afford to have Billy being possessive of you. Everything quite literally banks on you being available, or at least the illusion you are.

“You’re not my boyfriend,” you repeat, “You're nothing to besides a hard cock and a pretty face.”

Billy laughs, it’s soft and sweet which takes you out of this role for a second. You can faintly see his face in the moonlight, the way his eyes crinkle and the pearly white of his teeth as you stare down at him.

“Boyfriend or not,” he sings, “I’m the only one you’ve fucked in months. And hell, darling, that counts for something.”

Your face reddens because he’s caught onto you. The way you’re berating him is because you’re jealous and jealousy is dangerous in your field, granted you don’t actually fuck around with the patrons of the club but you try to make them think you would. It’s the job.

“What made you stop? Really?” you lean over and flick on the lamp on your bedside table. You want to see his face.

“I thought about how I’d feel if you were with five dudes,” he whispers, looking up at you.

“And you felt guilty.”

He nods, trailing his fingers up your arms. He looks ashamed. You can feel it emanating off of him.

“Well don’t,” you try to mean it, “We’re just friends with benefits.”

Billy bites his lower lip and nods, “Why aren’t you sleeping with other people then?”

“I’m busy,” you shrug, which isn’t the truth. You we’re approached the other night but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. The other guy was attractive, but he wasn’t Billy. He didn’t make your stomach fill with butterflies.

“Might be easier for me if you did, though. ‘Cause, darling, I feel like a piece of shit right now,” he drawls as he wraps his fingers around your hips.

“Yet, you’re still hard,” you giggle as you grind against him.

Billy bites his lip as he squeezes your hips, “I have the sexiest chick on top of me, there’d be something seriously wrong if I wasn’t hard. Plus… the way you were talking to me…” his face flushes as he admits, “so fucking hot.”

“Sexist?” you smirk down at him, rolling your hips slowly before leaning down to press your lips against his. You’ve got no clue where his mouth has been tonight but you’re happy to kiss him anyways. He doesn’t taste any different, the smoke from his cigarette present as well as a hint of whiskey. Maybe a bit of mint, he definitely brushed his teeth. His admission to being aroused by your degrading surges a searing desire through you but there’ll be a different time to explore that.

“Mhm,” he mumbles into your mouth before sliding his tongue against yours and jerking his hips up at you. You pull up off him enough to get his briefs down, lowering yourself so you can drag your heat against his shaft. Billy groans, deep and guttural as you coat his cock this your wetness.

“Need to fuck you so bad,” he purrs.

“Then fuck me,” you pant out and in an instant, Billy’s flipping you two over and pinning you against the mattress. You feel his heavy cock against your thigh while he starts sucking on your neck, no doubt leaving marks that you choose not to care about in the moment. He grabs your leg and props your ankle up on his shoulder. It burns but only slightly. He grabs a hold of his dick and slips inside of you, raw. You gasp out, eyes widening as he gives you no time to adjust, slamming all the way inside you. Billy doesn’t go slow either. He hammers away, rocking his hips into you hard and fast.

“Fuck, Billy!” you cry out, your back arching as you clench around his length, “Mmm, oh, god.”

“Take it,” he grunts out, “Take my cock like a good girl.”

Your eyes cross from the sensation, mind going cloudy as the only thing you can focus on is the excruciatingly wonderful drag of him against your walls. Nothing else exists besides you two in this moment. You cling onto his sweaty back, uncontrollable sounds tumbling from your lips as your body jostles from his movements. Whenever Billy gets his cock inside you, you go dumb. He fills you in a way you’ve never felt before and you’re left in this blissful state. Sex had always been about getting off or getting the other person off. With Billy, the whole experience feels amazing. There’s not a time when you’ve wanted him to just hurry up and get it over with. It’s the attention, maybe. Billy manages to make you feel special during this. It’s the eye contact, the noises he makes and the kissing. You’ve had too many experiences where the guys closing his eyes or you are. It’s always felt like one party or the other isn’t totally there. Not with Billy. No, whenever you two have sex, you’re both fully and completely in it.

“You look so pretty stuffed full of my cock,” he coos, pushing your hair off your face. Oh, yeah, the talking. He talks so much. Words of praise, degrading shit, you love it all.

“Feels so good,” you lamely blubber, unable to really think of anything else to say besides his name.

He chuckles, grabbing a hold of the back of your thighs and opening you up even more for him. Your ankle falls off his shoulder at the motion but he doesn’t falter. You whine, knitting your fingers in his dirty blonde curls and tugging on them. He adjusts his position just slightly and the angle of it has the head of his cock rubbing the spongy spot deep inside you expertly. You cry out and then Billy licks his fingers before rubbing them against your clit. You melt, bucking up to meet his thrusts and then your orgasm hits you hard, a throaty moan leaving your lips while you seize against him.

“Fuck…” he whines, collapsing on top of you and pressing his lips hard against yours. The kiss is sloppy, Billy’s licking into your mouth haphazardly as he thrusts into you harder and faster. Your cling onto him, spreading your legs and writhing against his movements.

“Want you to cum inside me,” you admit, without really thinking about it and he inhales sharply.

His moans into your mouth, his hips stilling for a second and you feel his cum coating your walls. He twitches a bit on top of you, breathing heavily as he gives a few softer thrusts.

“Fuck, fuck… fuuuck,” he growls and then pulls out of you.

You feel his cum leaking out of you but then Billy’s fingers collect it and push it up through your folds.

“Oh,” you moan, locking your eyes onto his while he does it.

He kisses you again, more lazy this time and when he lays beside you, you ask him, “Better than your orgy?”

Billy laughs, softly, “So much better.”

Billy wakes with a splitting headache and his stomach churning. His entire body is sore, particularly his face. Never in his damn life did he think he’d get off on getting slapped but he reveled in it last night, he wanted you to punish him for the dumb shit he pulled but Billy was a little concerned that you still wanted to sleep with him after he admitted to his tryst with the women.

He rolls over, puts his arm around your waist and tugs you close to him, burying his nose in your neck. You make a sleepy sound that’s got him squeezing you tighter and chuckling against your skin. He smoothes his hand over your back until he meets your bare ass, squeezing the flesh and kissing against your shoulder.

“Billy,” you whine, “What time is it?”

He heaves a sigh before turning over and grabbing his watch off the nightstand. “Three,” he says, “We could get away with another hour of sleep.”

“I need to shower,” you pout, turning to face him.

He remembers coming in your hair the night before and winces, you probably should’ve showered afterwards. He sits and stretches his arms, scolding himself internally for getting so plastered knowing he had to work the next day. But it’s routine for him, he’s hungover at work more often than not.

“Well, come on, princess,” he delivers a soft smack to your ass before climbing out of the comfort of your bed, “Let’s rub a dub.”

“You’re so lame,” you chuckle, propping yourself up on your hands as you watch him walk to the bathroom, eyes following his plump ass the whole way. It’s a view you don’t think you could go without at this point.

The shower is lazy, you lean on Billy the whole time and he carefully washes your hair for you. You’re not sure how long you two stand in there, Billy’s chest pressed to your back while he runs his hands all over you. It’s so comfortable you don’t want to get out, but the water goes cold and Billy’s maneuvering around you to turn off the flow. He kisses your cheek, stepping out and retrieving a towel for you. You dry off and watch as he opens the medicine cabinet and grabs his leave-in conditioner and curl cream.

“You take far better care of your hair than I do,” you inform him which he chuckles in reply. You find yourself entranced in watching his movements, the way he rakes the products through his curls and scrunches the ringlets up. When you realize you’ve been staring and the tightness in your chest, you force yourself to your room to get dressed. Friends with benefits, you repeat the term in your head over and over. Just sex. It can’t be anything more.

Luckily, you both work the same shift tonight. As you’re finishing up your makeup, Billy wanders into your room and knocks against the doorframe.

“I made you some food,” he says and you turn to see he’s dressed in a navy button up and tight Levi’s. His chest is exposed as per usual and his hair has air dried beautifully, the dirty blonde curls surround his head making him look almost ethereal.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you smile as you follow him into the kitchen. He’s already dished you a plate of eggs, bacon and hash browns. Above your plate is a cup full of black coffee, with your creamer and sugar placed next to it.

“I would make your coffee but I didn’t wanna fuck it up,” he admits as he sits down, digging into his own food.

You lift the carton and pour in a little bit, scooping in the sugar and mixing it up. As you bring the cup up to your lips, you grin up at him, “So was it super embarrassing when you stopped your orgy?”

Billy chokes on his coffee, eyes widening as he takes another sip to calm his throat, “You’re a brat. Yes, actually, it was. My dick went soft in like a split second.”

You laugh, reaching for a slice of bacon, “Record time for you, huh? I can’t get that thing to go away.”

“It likes you, a lot,” he smirks, raising an eyebrow as he looks to you.

“Yeah, yeah,” your face flushes, the admittance that you like it at just as much on the tip of your tongue. “What did you tell them?” you settle on instead.

Billy maneuvers in his seat, leaning back so he can crack his shoulders, “That’s even more embarrassing than losing my hard-on.”

You giggle before shoveling more of your breakfast down. Then you’re hit with sudden panic that Billy told them he had a girlfriend or something worse, like maybe he was in love with someone and couldn’t do this anymore. You decide not to push the issue further. After you two have cleaned the kitchen up, Billy ushers you out to the car so you guys can head to work.

“Hargrove!” Becky shouts as soon as the two of you walk into the club, “Get your ass back here, I’m drowning.”

Billy leans close to kiss you and quickly catches his mistake, pulling away and scratching the back of his neck, “Uh…”

“It’s fine,” you mumble, pushing through the crowded bar before you’re disappearing into the dressing rooms.

Billy groans softly, quickly walks behind the bar and starts counting his till. It’s not more packed than usual but Billy notices the till is fucked up. There’s bill’s in the wrong places and no one’s or quarters. He exhales sharply, counting out what he needs and shoving the rest in the leather bag before squatting down to the safe and entering in the code. He’s technically not supposed to have the power to do this, but Didi really likes him and he’s the only bartender who knows the code. Billy’s had the temptation to steal money from it but quickly pushed it away because Didi is the type to press charges and it’s just not worth it. He likes working here.

Once his till is in order, he’s pouring two shots of whiskey and handing one to Becky. They down them in quick succession and then he begins taking orders. There’s got to be at least six bachelor parties here tonight. He’s got ten shot glasses lined up and a bottle of Black Velvet in his hand when he hears the emcee announce your first dance. It’s a damn fight to resist the urge to look up and watch you. Somehow, he manages, doing the quick math in his head after he pours the shots to tell the guy his total. The asshole only tips Billy a dollar, grins wide when he tells him to keep the change. Batting his eyelashes and pouting his lips, Billy tells him, “Aw, sweetheart! You’re too kind.”

The chance for aggression is a good distraction from you but the guy just snorts before they take their shots and head towards the stage.

“Guess what I did,” Billy says to Becky once they’ve got the crowd under control.

“Told Ms. Cherry you’re in love with her?” Becky bites back as she nods up to you on stage.

Billy furrows his brows together, “No.” He smirks at her before saying cheekily, “I had a six-some.”

“No, you didn’t,” she says, her face contorting in disgust, “Your dick is gonna shrivel up and fall off. And that’d serve you right, you gross pig.”

Billy laughs, a loud bellow that makes his stomach ache, “Well the little champ was able to go again when I got home.”

“You’re telling me,” she puts down the bottle of tequila and turns to face him, “You stuck your dick in five different women and then went home and gave whatever the hell you caught to Cherry?”

“I’m very safe,” he retorts, putting his hand on his hip, “Besides, she wasn’t even mad at me.”

“Or she pretended she wasn’t mad.”

Billy sighs, eyes averting as he sees a hand flagging him down from the other end of the bar. He doesn’t know why he would tell Becky, he should’ve anticipated her disapproval. He struts to the end of the bar, not sparing a glance at the patron as he asks, “What’re we having, boss?”

“Hargrove? Billy fucking Hargrove?” the familiar voice cuts deep and Billy’s eyes snap up to see big doe eyes all wide with a look of disbelief on his face.

“Harrington? What the hell are you doing here?” he asks, absolutely stunned. He spent his senior year hating this guy only to spark up a pretty abnormal friendship with him for a short couple months before he hightailed it out of Hawkins.

“Me? Oh, Tommy and Carol are getting married, I’m throwing Tommy a bachelor party. What the hell are you doing here?” he asks, eyebrows up so high Billy thinks they might join his hairline. His hair is still huge, and a little longer.

Billy laughs at the news of Tommy and Carol tying the knot, remembering all the times Tommy said he didn’t want to marry her.

��Uh, I live here now,” he explains, playing with the rings on his fingers as anxiety builds up inside him. He isn’t going to admit to Steve how he got stranded here and is probably addicted to gambling. “Why Vegas? Kind of a far trip for a bachelor party.”

“But it’s the best place for it,” Steve grins.

Billy interrupts him when the emcee tells the crowd, “Give it up for Cherry!”

He puts his thumb and forefinger in his mouth to whistle, bellowing a howl after as he claps his hands.

“Sorry,” he brings his eyes back down to Steve, “Well, shit. Small world. Lots of clubs in this town but you ended up here.”

Steve shrugs, “Everyone told us to come here. Said it has the prettiest girls.”

Billy’s eyes follow your ass as you saunter backstage, “It sure does.”

“That your uh, girlfriend?” Steve gestures to the empty stage.

“Cherry? Ah, no. Roommate. Can’t date the girls that work here. Conflict of interest or something,” Billy says with a chuckle, lighting up a cigarette in attempts to calm his nerves.

“Doesn’t mean you can’t sleep with them,” Steve points out and Billy cackles back. Steve wasn’t so bad once he got to know him. They were actually pretty similar dudes.

“So, what’re you drinking, Harrington?”

“Give me five beers, whatever’s cheapest,” he say and when Billy gives him a pointed look he explains, “They’re already shitfaced and I paid for the whole trip.”

Billy shakes his head, but reaches for the five bottles and hands them over to Steve, “$10, amigo.”

Steve slides him a twenty and disappears into the crowd. Billy can’t believe it. It’s been years since he’s seen the guy. What are the odds he’d show up here?

As the night progresses, Billy can’t help but notice that you’ve gravitated to Tommy’s bachelor party. At first he didn’t think much of it but when you gave Steve a lap dance, you grabbed his hands and put them on your hips. That’s definitely not allowed and Billy feels the harsh wave of jealousy rise through him. Becky gives him a couple of looks as she’s working, checking on him and it makes Billy feel worse. He suddenly regrets not getting that redheads number from the night before. He did know where to find her, though.

#don’t hate billy #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x f!reader #neon lights

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Kaiju Week in Review (October 23-29, 2022)

Marvel published Ultraman: The Mystery of Ultraseven #3 (of 5) on Wednesday. Kaiju-Ultra combat dominates this one, with Hayata and Ultraman debating how to handle the out-of-control Ultraseven as well. I've fallen off with a lot of Ultra Series stuff, including the post-Z shows (hence Decker's absence from these reviews), but this reimagining of the classics continues to impress. Watch for the Pestar cameo!

Rumble has finally come to Blu-ray and DVD in the U.S. Made for theaters (the first trailer played before Sonic the Hedgehog) but banished to Paramount+ last December, this kaiju wrestling comedy went completely overlooked by genre fans. Maybe now it'll get its due. I quite enjoyed it—as a sports movie, it's pure formula, but as a monster movie it's something new. And yes, the wrestling organization has the same name as the old fanfic series on Godzilla Tower. I actually bought the artbook as prep for a podcast episode I recorded last year that never aired, so expect more posts on this one soon.

By the way, this is actually last week's news—I just didn't know about it until I found the DVD on a cart of new materials at my library.

Godzilla vs. Kong won the Saturn Award for Best Film Visual Effects, beating out a crowded field thanks to an almost two-year eligibility period. This is familiar territory for both monsters: Godzilla (1998) and King Kong (2005) were among the previous victors. Deserved over Top Gun: Maverick? Probably not, but I dunno why Maverick was one of the nominees to begin with. It was also nominated for Best Science Fiction Film, losing to Nope.

Varan won a remarkably intensive Godzilla Store poll earlier this year to become the next Movie Monster Series figure (Super Mechagodzilla placed second again after losing to Gorosaurus last year), and said figure has finally been revealed. It'll go on sale November 3. Other Godzilla Store-exclusive vinyls can be ordered through Buyee, so I expect this one will be too.

The upcoming CG short Godzilla vs. Gigan Rex is also getting MMS figures. No details yet that I could find, but since the film premieres November 3rd, I wouldn't be surprised if they dropped that day too.

Godzilla Battle Line is teasing Evangelion Unit 01 as the next new Battle Piece, a rare EvaGoji collaboration that won't require traveling to or importing from Japan to experience. That would cover three of the four films in the Shin series... can a giant Kamen Rider be far behind?

Godzilla's 68th birthday is next Thursday, and since reporting on all the U.S. tie-in screenings after the fact won't do anyone any good, I'm going to list them all now:

Godzilla Against Mechagodzilla - Limited release nationwide through Fathom Events; check if it's playing near you here

Godzilla (1954) - Alamo Drafthouse locations; will use Toho's 4K restoration

Godzilla vs. Mechagodzilla (1974) - Roxy Cinema in NYC; 35mm print

Godzilla (1954); Rodan; Ghidorah, the Three-Headed Monster; The War of the Gargantuas - hosted by John Carpenter on various digital channels from November 3 to 6

Licensing International also has a list of all the non-film collaborations planned for that day. Nothing jumps out, to be honest, but I figured I'd include it.

But if you're like me and already have commitments that evening, why not check out @spacehunter-m's reconstruction of the 1956 German theatrical version of Godzilla instead? It premiered in West Germany just a few months after Godzilla, King of the Monsters! opened in the States, but it's actually based on the Japanese cut (just 13 minutes shorter). English subtitles are included.

#ultraman #godzilla #king kong #gigan #gigan rex #godzilla 1954 #rumble #neon genesis evangelion #godzilla vs. gigan rex #godzilla vs. kong #the mystery of ultraseven #home video #toys #kaiju week in review

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[part 3/4] DIR EN GREY WOWOW Interview & Document (2020)

"But looking at these, seeing Diru's behind-the-scenes production process, I still feel it's not easy, DIR EN GREY is really amazing." — Shinya

Notes before reading:

The whole interview is divided into 8 topics, and the translation is divided into 4 parts. This is the third part, including the 5th topic. The details of all topics and time markers are 👉 here.

I have added Chinese subtitles for this video in 2021. The whole interview was very meaningful, and I hope that with the English translation, more people can understand what they're talking about.

The five members were interviewed separately and then edited into a video, so the words spoken by each of them are not necessarily coherent.

Repost and share are welcome.🙌 I translated it all by my ears, so please feel free to correct me if you spot any mistake or any confusing parts.☺️

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05. Member Feature

[ 薫 Kaoru ]

►Memories of the Band Formation

Kaoru: Even ONE MAN LIVE, we still didn't have the budget to decorate the stage. But we still wanted it, so we went to TOKYU HANDS* and bought Styrofoam, flower decorations, and wire or something like that. It's fun that we all made stage decorations in the house together. (*Note: "TOKYU HANDS" is a Japanese chain of home-based department stores specializing in selling DIY products.)

►Something of Recent Interest

Kaoru: I am often asked, but I can't think of anything. I don't want to do anything when I get home. This month, in June, "Neon Genesis Evangelion" (the movie) will be released, and I really like it. Kaoru: It's almost over, of course I also want to see it earlier, but after watching it is really over. I'm a little happy that it's going to be postponed, that it won't be released this year (2020), and that I won't be able to watch it. (Staff: Emotionally, you still can't accept it.) Kaoru: Yeah, yeah, it will feel like it's not the end yet.

►Opportunity for Solo Exhibition

(*Screen caption: Kaoru held a solo exhibition”ノウテイカラノ”in 2019.) Kaoru: The reason for the exhibition is that a few years ago my hands started to become a bit uncomfortable and I couldn't hold the pick properly to play the guitar, so I had to put the pick on my fingers with tape*. As a kind of rehabilitation, I started to draw and try to show some random things, but the story is not yet that rich. (*Note: Around 2014, Kaoru's hands began to show signs of abnormalities, which were diagnosed to be the occupational disease, caused by relaxation of the ligaments of the muscles or joints.)

►The Origin of「ノウテイカラノ」("nouteikarano”)

Kaoru: When I was a child, I often had a dream. I don't know if it was the sky or the ground, but there was a pure white place, and from far away, I could see a lot of dots, as if there was a large group of things coming closer and closer, and in an instant, they all swarmed towards me. Kaoru: Every night I would dream about it, and then I woke up with a start. I wake up every time I dream about it, and what happens after that? I imagine what happens after that, try to draw a picture like this, go back to my mind at that time and imagine it. (*Note: According to Kaoru’s scend book “Dokugen ni” (published in 2018) P.85, "ノウテイカラノ" means "脳底からの" (born from inside the head), just written in katakana.

►Influence on the Band

Kaoru: At first, I wanted to draw with a different feeling, and I felt that my creative power was stimulated, so I thought I could compose with a different feeling. But, rather, it seems to be more difficult to make a song. (laughs)

...

[ Shinya ]

►The Person You Admire

Shinya: I've been in a band since my first year of middle school. X was very popular in the class, and YOSHIKI-san's presence was very strong. At that time I decided to become a drummer like him, and I've always looked up to YOSHIKI-san since then.

►Memories of the Band Formation

Shinya: We used to compose in a studio in Osaka. There was a container-like studio, and I remember we stayed there for 3 or 4 days, composing the song together. The studio was rented, and we slept there under the blankets. Shinya: I never understood why we had to share a room*. The studio was in Osaka and we could just go home, so why did we have to spend the night there? I guess other members might have felt the same way. (*Shinya used the word "gashuku, 合宿")

►Reason for Not Changing the Style

Shinya: There are people who have liked me for a long time. Also, I can feel the beauty by keeping my old look, and that's why (I don't change my look).

►Opportunity to Start Solo Project

(*Screen caption: Shinya established the music group "SERAPH" in 2017.) Shinya: The concept was already there many years ago, but I felt that it was a bit taboo to have other band activities, so I didn't do anything. But around 2012 or 2013, I started to think that it was okay, so I went into it with the intention of trying it out.

►The Concept of "SERAPH"

Shinya: The theme is the various things that I see from heaven, about human beings, and that's what I'm expressing.

►Influence on the Band

Shinya: The drum part is the same as DIR EN GREY. After all, it's an expression of my own creation. In this respect, when I think of the drums of DIR EN GREY, there may still be some influence.

►Things learned from "SERAPH"

Shinya: I have to do a lot of things by myself in SERAPH, booking all kinds of things and so on. I'm quite happy to do it myself, or maybe I'm doing it because I like it. But looking at these, seeing Diru's behind-the-scenes production process, I still feel it's not easy, DIR EN GREY is really amazing.

...

[ Die ]

►Opportunity to Go into the Band

Die: I wasn't that interested in music itself before. I like listening to music, but I don't know anything about the bands. After entering high school, I saw the performance of senpais' copy band at the cultural festival. I was dragged there by my friends, and it was a shock to me. The first time I saw a live performance, I realized that it's the band. Die: Although I had no interest in it, I wanted to do something while watching it, and I formed a band with my friend immediately after the show was over. There was no one else (in the band). I was a drummer at first. (laughs) But it's boring to play rhythm all the time at home. After all, guitar is a melodic instrument, and there is an amplifier. I guess the guitar is more attractive to me.

►Memories of the Band Formation

Die: When we first debuted, we spent the whole day in the conference room of the record company, signing posters, changing signatures, and so on. Filming also started at 6 a.m., and it took about 3 hours for a person to put on makeup, it's usually over time at the end. I remember these things very well.

►Something of Recent Interest

Die: In my daily life, I naturally see and hear things like the Japanese music industry, and it feels really peaceful.

►Opportunity to Start Solo Project

(*Screen caption: Die founded the rock band "DECAYS" in 2015.) Die: As far as music is concerned, it's something I can't do at DIR EN GREY. I wanted to try and see how far I could go without the DIR EN GREY label. There is a part of me that wants to do it myself, or to challenge it.

►Things learned from "DECAYS"

Die: At first I felt like I had to make some changes, but instead, I felt like I was losing myself. In the end, I found that it is best to be myself, in the next process.

...

[ Toshiya ]

►Opportunity to Start Playing Bass

Toshiya: Originally, I just wanted to be a guitarist, but I didn't think I could play very well. At that time, I was thinking about what to do, and then I was attracted to the bass. I felt like I could see my future. Toshiya: There are many people who are called "Guitar Heroes", but few people remember "Bass Heroes". That means there is still room for me to develop, so I thought I would play bass.

►Memories of the Band Formation

Toshiya: When our band first formed, four members came to my hometown. It was winter and there was still snow on the ground. They all came from Kansai and rarely saw snow*. I was very impressed by how excited they were to see snow. (*Toshiya's hometown is Nagano. It is said that Toshiya's mother took the picture at the time and still keeps it at home in Nagano :D → TOSHIYA AT JOE YOKOMIZO CHANNEL 4th FEB TRANSLATION/NOTES 2/4)

►Favorite Artists

Toshiya: I like painting. Vincent van Gogh and Francis Bacon, I like both of them very much. The world of painting is usually a mixture of truth and fiction.

►Opportunity to Start the Apparel Brand

(*Screen caption: Fashion brand with Toshiya as creative director - DIRT) Toshiya: I think music and fashion are inseparable and both are very attractive. Music should be free to express itself, and in the same way, fashion should be free, too. Toshiya: When it comes to expressing oneself, everyone chooses what is acceptable to most people*. I don't like that, I think we should listen to our own thoughts more. (*Toshiya used the word "migimuke migi, 右向け右")

►Influence on the Band

Toshiya: Even if I'm designing clothes, I end up having something to do with music. Although this is a completely different field, it will eventually return to music and bands.

...

[ 京 Kyo ]

►The Person You Admire

Kyo: There are a lot of them. Now I'm not just targeting one person. When I was young, there were a lot of senpais that I wanted to become like them. But it's been more than 20 years, so now I don't take them as a target, just be myself.

►Interested Artists

Kyo: Haven't there "Kimetsu no Yaiba (鬼滅の刃)" recently? I haven't read it yet, it's super popular, isn't it? Generally speaking, if the sales are so good, it is difficult to end the series, right? There will be a variety of entanglements, such as the life afterwards, there are many to consider. Kyo: I think it's great to end the series like this, to end it at this time, with a sense of strength and determination. So if there is a follow-up manga in the future, I would like to read it.

►Opportunity to Start Solo Project

(*Screen caption: Kyo founded the rock band "sukekiyo" in 2013.) Kyo: The things I want to do often keep popping up. I think it's a shame not to do it, and I don't want to regret it.

►Influence on the Band

Kyo: I don't think so, but I feel less stressed (after the solo project). People who like DIR EN GREY say to me, "Don't bring sukekiyo to DIR EN GREY!" Sometimes people say that, and I'm not going to do that. Kyo: I was asked why (I want to form a sukekiyo), "Diru can do it, right?" It's because I can't do it (in Diru) that I want to do it! I don't know what criteria they used to say that Diru can do it, but I didn't do what I could do (in Diru). If you finish what you want to do one by one, you will be less stressed out.

(To be continued…)

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part 1. & part 2. & part4.

topics & time marks

中文翻譯 (My Blogger) part 1. & part 2. & part 3.

#dir en grey #kaoru #薰 #kyo #京 #die #toshiya #shinya #interview #interview 2020 #translations #video translation #diru translation #translation by yinfu #diru wowow 2020 #WOWOW interview #long post

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I think it'll still be a while before it's ready for public view but here is a quick look at what I'm working on:

Finally, seven or eight people later, Genesis stepped onto the mats. Angeal couldn’t hear what they said to one another, but if Genesis was freaking out as much as Angeal had been, he wasn’t showing it. Then they were off and Angeal’s heart rose to his throat because while they’d seen a handful of people who were strong enough to wait out the fight, he didn’t think they’d seen anyone as fast and downright springy as Genesis tended to get when he fought. It was far too close combat, Genesis’s sword screeching as he peeled down the SOLDIER’s and sent sparks into the air but he was dodging instead of fighting head on. At one point, Genesis even used the SOLDIERs arm as a jumping off point to get away from the SOLDIERs blade. It was insane to watch, like he was on fast forward on that video player he had back home. Genesis may not have been weak, but he knew he was smaller in stature than a lot of the people here and he wouldn’t hold up with brute force alone. He was relying on speed and it seemed like it was going well as minutes ticked by. Then it happened without Angeal even really registering how: Genesis’s sword glowed red and fire spat upwards, despite the fact there were no materia on him that could allow that. It wasn't allowed for SOLDIER candidates, just for the SOLDIER operatives and he knew that. People ran backwards as the fire ripped across the mats, only stamped out by it being turned to ice by the SOLDIER who was now sat on the floor of the hall with a bewildered expression. Not in time though; the sprinklers activated and half the room began to file out while others stood around getting wet while trying to figure out what had just happened. Surely Genesis hadn’t brought materia in with him knowing it wasn’t allowed, he had to know better than that, that it would jeapordise everything – Genesis had fire materia in his hand. He was playing with it. Angeal was going to murder him on the spot. “That’s cheating!” proclaimed one of the other candidates. “You’re not allowed to bring materia in. That’s disqualification.” “I didn’t cheat,” Genesis said, walking over to him. Scratch that, he was going to have to save Genesis from getting murdered right here and now so Angeal went running to get between them as Genesis held the materia out to the squatting SOLDIER. “You lost this.” The SOLDIER stared at him before turning around his bracer to reveal – yes, there was an empty slot. “You took my materia? You unequipped my materia?” “There’s no rule against that,” Genesis said brightly, as if they were not standing in a scorched room and getting increasingly soaking wet because of his insane idea. “And you were on your ass for a lot longer than a three count. That means I win, does it not?”

#this is just a small flashback to g&a joining Shinra #but I've been having way too much fun writing it even if it's overall a small part of the fic itself #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley #ff7 #very rough draft

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AGSZC Protecting Each Other's Innocence: Zack

Thanks for the suggestions @strayheartless !

Zack read the note, delighted and grateful.

"Your milk is going bad and you're out of cheese puffs," it said. Always straightforward and helpful. The last one had said "Remember your dress shirts," which was really good, because he had almost forgotten to launder them before the corporate function he had to attend.

Zack found these notes all over his workspace and home, in different handwriting, and knew EXACTLY where they came from.

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"Cloud, I got fresh milk and snacks, just like the brownie said, so you should come play video games tonight!" Zack said, nudging Cloud with his shoulder. Cloud looked at him quizzically over his sandwich.

"The brownie? What brownie? A pot brownie? Zack, are you feeling ok?" Cloud asked, pausing mid-chew to scan Zack for signs of illness or intoxication.

"No silly, the house brownie! Don't you have those in Nibelheim?"

"No? Do I need to call Angeal?"

"No no no, it's a little elf called a brownie that does chores and makes small mischief around the house if you keep a bowl of nuts and a carton of milk fresh for them! Mine leaves me notes and even figured out where I work. He's super smart."

Cloud was relieved as Genesis, Angeal, and Sephiroth walked up to join them for lunch.

"Hey guys, Zack was just telling me about his magical house elf brownie?" Cloud asked, trying to signal Angeal's mom instincts.

"Oh yes," said Angeal. "Everyone has a brownie, you just have to leave out nuts and keep your milk cool and do your best to keep the house clean and they'll help."

Cloud's eyes popped in concern and surprise. He looked at Genesis.

"Indeed," said Genesis. "I found that mine had dusted the bookshelf just the other day."

Cloud, bewildered, turned to Sephiroth.

"Mine straightened my boots at the door. I had left one slightly askew."

Cloud struggled for the rest of lunch as everyone went on about their brownies.

Soon, everyone finished and Zack shot off to supervise afternoon training. Immediately, Genesis grabbed Cloud and pulled him into Sephiroth's office, Angeal and Sephiroth following close behind.

"Listen carefully," said Angeal, hands like massive weights on Cloud's shoulders. "Zack's brownie is real and it's us and he can NEVER KNOW."

"Are you going to tell, Strife? because if you do, I want you to think long and hard about the sad puppy face as the magic leaves his eyes."

Sephiroth merely glared pointedly.

"Oh, thank Odin," said Cloud, immensely relieved. "I thought you'd all lost your marbles. I'm in."

The three Firsts nodded solemnly and clapped him on the shoulder one after another, sealing the secret bond and trust.