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I paid 400$ to play and expected to get gains, but I ended up with losses
They’ve got me running all over the feild instead of as a forward where I would have to hit people which makes sense cause I’m short, but now I’m short and skinny. And like I am not a runner the tall girls get to jog at my sprinting speed and this is making me do a ton of major cardio
And all this slimming down has been eating at all the muscle mass I gained over winter. I can’t seem to balance out my stuff for working out it’s like it’s either one or the other and ahhhhhh. I’m just feeling frustrated
On one hand yea looking good, but on the other the opposing team is gonna fuck me in the ass so hard if they hit me.
#47#I’m not like complaining complaining cause now I’m getting better at running but I’m just so upset at the loss of muscle mass#I was gonna take a shower today and when I saw myself it gave me a jumpscare#like I didn’t notice the gradual change but I always had an image of myself as being a little more huskier and now I’m just kinda smaller#it kinda bothered me a little#the change was so sudden to me cause I just noticed it#like I’m no skinny legend or whatever but I’m significantly smaller than before and ahhhh#I spent so much time getting stronger and I was holding on to that for a bit and it’s like going away#and tbh it feels so weird looking at myself it’s like im not seeing myself for realz#it’s a little freaky and I feel so disproportionate and idk how to fix that??#it’s not like a terrible terrible thing just something to adapt to#I really wanted to be a forward I just hate being so small#but it’s ok I’ll be fine I just need to learn to love being a back and I still get to tackle people sometime during games#sigh#the spirit is willing but the flesh is not so much
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Dilf Jake Sully x Na'vi Reader
Summary: he's always had eyes for you it's just today he decides to take a step forward
Warning: widowed jake sully, cumming on face
Yn/3rd person pov
You were like the babysitter of the village or at least that's what norman and jake called you, you just liked taking care of kids and imagining a day when you'd have kids of your own.
"Careful don't wake up your sister" I hissed at the boys as they ran past screaming "sorry yn" they called "here you go tuk-tuk" I whispered Carefully laying her down in her cot she lightly stirred and murmured "mama" when I pulled away I froze.
Looking around the room that no one heard her I sighed in relief before smiling down at the little girl "your to young and sweet" I murmured moving her hair out her face before getting up.
I went to the quietest sully first which was kiri who sat in the middle of the floor space concentrating on the bead work she was doing "sup my little princess" she gasped hiding the bracelet behind her back "you can't see this" she gasped "why" I whined stretching my arms out.
"Because it's for you" she whined back getting up and moving away over to her bed to work "ahhhh" I covered my ears as lo'ak screamed out "lo'ak, neteyam if your quiet for an hour I'll let you do anything you want next time I look after you" I pleaded rubbing my temples.
"Bribery and corruption to keep my children sane" I gasped as jake walked through the door and shook his head in a funny manner "dad" they kids yelled out running to them "Mr sully I didn't think you'd be home" I smiled getting you and dusting myself off.
"We ended the raid early" he murmured walking over to the little cot where tuk was stirring from her sleep and the other kids went outside to play "were the children good" he asked softly as he picked tuk up.
"Yeah they were amazing as always mr sully" I said smiling at him as he cooed down at his little girl he was a great father "how many times have I told you to call me jake, you make me feel old when you say that" he chuckled.
My cheeks blushed a deep purple as I clenched my thighs together I always fancied him hearing him chuckle and say my name always made me feel something but I know its wrong.
"Did tuk finally say her first words" jake asked snaping me out my daze "I ah" I didn't know if I should tell him or not "i-no" I murmured looking down figeting with my hands.
"Well now I can tell something is wrong" he murmured walking out the door but coming back a second later without tuk "wher-" he silenced me with his hand "she's in good hands now tell me what's wrong" he said taking my hand and leading me over to the bed.
"Nothing is wrong jake" I tried sounding convincing but failed as i sat on the bed with him beside me "how can I help you if you don't let me" he sighed laying one of his hands on my thigh making me freeze and stare he followed my gaze and softly chuckling to himself.
"I see" he laughed getting off the bed and kneeling infront of me settling both his hands on my thighs one on each side as he stared up at me with lust flaring in his eyes "if i make you feel good will you tell me" he murmured and I could do was nod.
"Come on use your words pretty girl" he smirked teasingly "please jake make me feel good" I said shutting my eyes tightly from embarrassment "good girl" he murmured sliding his hands up and down my thighs using his fingers to tease the end of my skirt.
His eyes guided over my body "can I undress you" he growled lowly "yes" I squeaked and watched as he hastily took off my clothes his tongue darted out as he stared at my breasts and core.
"Oh fuck" he cursed under his breath "now can I undress you" I murmured leaning towards him he laughed standing up and opened up his arms "go ahead baby" he grinned watching me intently.
I stood up infront of him my height no where near his since I was in line with his broad chest my hand moved to untie his loincloth my eyes never leaving his and as his loincloth began to fall he pulled me against him and a surprise gasp left my mouth.
He was rock hard and pressed up against your thigh and the feeling made you wet "can you feel that baby girl" he whispered leaning down to your ear "can you feel how fucking hard I am for you" he growled as his hands roughly grab my ass making me let out a whine.
"You like that don't you" he teasingly said as he spanked you "fuck" you whine laying your head onto his chest one of his hands left your ass and traveled up to your breasts squeezing and pinching one making you look up at him wide eyed.
But without a word he smashed his lips to yours in a hungry manner and his tongue roughly pushing against your mouth for entrance which you hesitantly gave "jump" he said against your mouth as his hands groped your ass.
You did as you were told and let out a breathy moan as his dick was pressed up against you his tip gently rubbing against your clit as he began to walk but his lips never left yours for a second he took you over to his bed laying you down carefully not wanting you to get hurt.
He ran his hand to your pussy and laughing as he dipped one of his fingers in "is all this for me baby girl" he grinned drawing out his hand and showing it in the light and glistened in your juices which he then swiftly guided it into his mouth sucking on it slightly before pulling it out with a 'pop'.
"Sweet" he growled and positioned himself above you his hands on either side of you head caging you in making you feel vulnerable and weak "ready" he murmurs as he moves his cock infront if your entrance.
"Y-yes" I stuttered and shut my eyes tightly as he began to push in he was big and made me stretch "fuck" I cried out arching my back as he pushed himself all the way in.
"Shh baby" he whispered kindly laying gentle kisses over my face and neck "just tell me when your ready ok" he murmured staring into my eyes and pecked my lips, his cock twitched and his vains popped you can tell by his eyes he was really holding back.
His eyes almost looked feral but gentle in a way "you can move now" you wished your breathe hitching as he moved it was a slow but rough pace but each movement made you moan and squirm "fuck I've wanted to do this for a long time".
He grunts started to fill the air as he slowly began to fastened his pace "fuck" he curses and lifts up my leg over his shoulder hitting all the right angles "fuck jake" you cry out in pleasure your hands grabbing his and your nails lightly scrubbing his.
He laughed as your eyes became half lidded and your mouth becoming an 'o' shape "already getting close baby girl" he laughed as you weakly nodded he unlaced one of his hands from yours dragging it down your body to your clit gently teasing and rubbing it increasing the pleasure.
You began to shake and tremble the pleasure becoming a bit to much but that only spured him on, his rubbing became more rough and his thrusts a bit faster "fuck" you squealed your pussy becoming tighter and tighter making jake roll his eyes in pleasure.
"Fuck baby you feel so good" he growled "such a dirty whore" his words sent your over the edge your crys of pleasure filled the room and possibly the ears of anyone walking by the sound of sloshing as he began to slow his face "ready for my cum baby" he asked taking out his cock and fisting it as he moved his way up your body.
He moved up so his cock was inches from your face "now open up your mouth to catch all of your daddy's cum" he growled "fuck" he cursed throwing his head back as he cam his cum spraying on your face.
"Fuck baby" he yelled out laughing as he slowly cam down from his high he quickly moved to straddle you staring down at you with live and satisfaction he used one of his hands to swipe up his missed cum and put it into you mouth which you happily sucked "such a good fucking girl".
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hey !! i absolutely adore your account. your writing is just amazing!!! i was wondering if you could do more leo valdez smuts!?
ahhhh thank you so much i'm glad you like my writing!!
this will have obligatory spanish pet names in it because i am cringe and proud k thanks also it's a flower shop/tattoo shop au because that's the best trope i don't make the rules
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There was a tap on my shop door.
"Knock knock, chica, where you at?"
I rolled my eyes but grinned. "In the back," I yelled back. "Gimme a sec."
The door opened and closed, the little bell dinging, and I stripped off my black gloves. "Okay, all done! How'd you like it?"
Nico nodded approvingly at his new tarot card tattoo - Death, of course. "Looks awesome, how much do I owe you?"
"£180, because you're my favourite." I winked at him as I led him out the room.
He shook his head. "You know that's not the right price." Nico took out an envelope of cash and slid it across the counter. "£200, plus tip, don't even think about it."
He caught me before I could protest, and made to leave. "Hey Valdez."
From the sofa, Leo grinned up at him. "Hey dude, whatcha get?"
Nico pulled up his shirt sleeve to show off his new tattoo. Leo nodded approvingly. "Looks sick, Will's gonna love it." Nico coloured slightly but gave a small smile, nodded and left.
I leaned forward on the counter. "So, Valdez, what brings you to my dark corner of the world?"
He brandished the small collection of blooms he held. "Thought I'd bring it a little bit of colour." Beelining to where I had a wilting bunch of flowers in a vase, Leo swapped them out. I leant on my hand and smiled- he was right, the studio could use a little colour now and then.
"Is today the day I get to ink you?" I tapped my fingers on the wooden surface, fingers buzzing slightly from the tattoo gun.
Leo grinned. "Oh, you wish you could make your mark on this." He gestured down to himself, and I allowed myself to rake my eyes over him. His loose grey shirt was faintly patterned with roses, and his jeans clung to his legs appealingly.
"You have no idea, honey." I winked at him and got the pleasure of seeing his tan skin tinge with red.
He coughed lightly. "I don't think I'd suit tattoos, anyway." He shrugged. "Probably not, anyway."
I slipped out from behind the counter to face him. "Oh, I don't know, I wouldn't say that." I considered him carefully, as an art piece rather than a person. "Tattoos are for everyone, as long as they get something they love."
Leo shifted slightly and I reached out for his arm. He let me take it. "See, I'd do a flowering vine-" I ran my fingers down his left forearm. "-along here, delicate but thick enough not to get lost in your skin."
"Oh yeah?"
I nodded, reaching up to his shoulder. "Perhaps your favourite flower, or a flower of significance, resting on your shoulder." Carefully, carefully coming to rest a finger on his chest. "A little something here, anything you'd like, just for you."
Leo had frozen, deep brown eyes fixed on my face. I took a step back, not missing where Leo swayed towards me just slightly.
"Of course, it's up to you." Just for the hell of it, I decided to push my luck. "I have a few other ideas of how I could mark you, should you be interested."
I heard him let out a shaky breath and push dark curls behind his ears. Silently, I prayed that I didn't push it too far and scare him off. The crush I'd been harbouring for the past two months squeezed my heart.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, god I hope I'm not wrong, but we're very much not talking about tattoos anymore, are we?"
I turned round to see Leo with his hands clenched by his side and his lip being worried between his teeth. Slowly, I shook my head.
"No, not tattoos. Or rather, the kind that would fade in a couple days and are made with my mouth against your neck."
"Oh thank fuck." Leo relaxed and reached out, pulling me close and pressing his lips to mine.
Instantly my arms were wrapped around his neck and I was grinning like an idiot. For a brief moment I wondered if I had any more clients today but a quick glance at the clock told me it was past 6pm, closing time. Regretfully I pulled away from Leo and he pouted.
"What's wrong?"
I disentangled myself from his arms, racing to the door to lock it and turn the 'open' sign to 'closed' before returning to pull Leo's face down to mine. "Absolutely nothing, hermoso, nothing at all."
Leo let out a throaty groan and looped his fingers in my belt loops to pull me closer. "Woman, you are driving me insane." He kissed me hard, hips pressing againt mine and I felt heat flame in my stomach, looping and curling.
"Hey-" In between kisses, I tried to talk. "-I live-" Kiss. "-literally right upstairs-" Kiss. "-if you want to-" Kiss. "-take this further."
Leo pulled back this time, massive grin on his flushed face, already looking a mess. "Oh hell yeah, lead the way."
It took only moments to take his hand and lead him through my studio, up the stairs and into the flat I owned above my shop. I shut the door behind us and pinned Leo to it, fingers twisting and gently tugging at his hair. He whined and slipped his hands under my shirt, smoothing them along my stomach. "Do I get to see your tattoos?" He panted, eyes dark with want.
"Maybe, if you ask nicely." I winked at him. "But I believe I was going to give you a few."
"As many as you want, mi amor, whatever you want." Oh, this was going to be fun.
I pulled him away from the door and practically dragged him to my bedroom. I pointed to the pillows. "Sit."
He did it without question and I got a thrill of satisfaction. I crawled over to him, throwing a thigh over his lap and settling into his lap. Serious time for a moment. "If you want to stop at any point, let me know, okay?"
Leo nodded. "Same goes for you."
Cute. I pressed my lips to his gently, softly, a small thank you for being receptive. I shifted myself forward a little, until my hips were almost against his. My lips ghosted over his lips one last time before I swept along his jawline. I felt his hands hovering over my waist, my hips, my thighs, before I took his wrists and settled him on the tops of my thighs. "I'm not fragile, baby."
"Oh, I'm sure you're not, but if we keep going like this, I might be."
I rested my hands on his chest. "I'll try not to break you." Leaning in closer, I kissed just below his ear. "At least, not this time."
He whimpered, fingers digging into my flesh beneath my jeans.
I dragged my mouth along the planes of his neck, skin warm and heartbeat pounding beneath it. Finding his pulse point, I gave it a gentle suck, feeling Leo inhale sharply. "Good?"
He let out a shuddery breath. "Very good."
That was all the encouragement I needed. I nipped hard up and down his neck, leaving a trail of blossoming red in my wake. I bit purple roses and violets, tattooing the little moans and gasps from him into his skin. His collarbone was decorated with faint teeth marks, each one marked with the memory of a twist of his hips.
I pulled back briefly to tug at his button-down and he nodded emphatically, practically ripping it off so I could continue to kiss and bite and suck at his overheated skin.
"Hey," he breathed, tapping my thigh. "I made a questioning noise, still buried in his neck. "Hey, if you don't stop we're gonna have a problem that can only be solved with doing laundry and I don't think you have jeans my size."
"So what? I think that's sexy as fuck." I continued to work on the large brand I was sucking into his skin.
"My point still stands." He ran his hand up my back and into my hair, gently tugging to pull me away. I let a moan slip before I could catch it and Leo raised an eyebrow.
"Shut up," I poked at a hickey and he hissed. "You look like you got too enthusiastic with watercolour paints."
He rolled his eyes and before I could register the action, he flipped us round so he was hovering above me, elbows supporting him. "You've had your fun, reducing me to a whimpery mess, now it's my turn."
I bit my lip at the look in his eyes, suddenly feeling that I was wearing far too many clothes.
Waiting for any indication that he should stop, Leo dragged my shirt over my head as best he could, leaving me in a bra and my jeans. He caught his breath as he saw my tattoos. I was covered in them, an art gallery of my favourite things done by some of my favourite people. Reverently, he traced a finger over the lines and I shivered, goosebumps mottling my skin.
"Holy shit, you're gorgeous."
I gave a breathy laugh. "What, only just noticed?"
Leo shook his head, deadly serious. "No, you're always gorgeous, this is just... a new part of the gorgeous that I've never seen before."
My cheeks felt hot and I wriggled under him at the compliments. "You gonna do something about it, or?"
His eyes flicked up to mine. "What, you don't think I'd fuck you into next week if I had the chance?"
I didn't have a chance to formulate a retort. He deftly undid the fastening on my jeans and dipped his hand into them. I arched my back at the contact and Leo swore. "God, you're soaked, hermosa, glad to see I'm not the only one on the edge."
My hand made weak contact with his arm and he laughed. "Very much not a bad thing, very much a 'sexy as fuck' thing."
"Just fuckin' touch me, Valdez."
"As you wish."
He slipped a finger inside my pussy, and my eyes rolled back. Marking him up may have affected me more than I let on. "M-more, Leo, I need more."
Obediently, he added another finger, and another, curling all three so deliciously inside me. My hands were clutching at his shoulders, at the pillows, the bedspread, I was sure I looked a mess but Leo looked at me like I'd hung the stars in the damn sky.
"So fucking pretty, so beautiful, I'm gonna take you out on a proper date tomorrow, I swear." He muttered promises and affections and it was all I could do to not come right there, impaled on his fingers and whining desperately.
When his hand pulled away I nearly sobbed before he was kissing my face, murmuring reassurances. "I know, I know, but I gotta get your jeans and panties off, okay? You want me to fuck you, right?"
That gave me a little clarity, and I allowed him to tug off the rough demin both from me and from him. I threw myself to the side, rummaging around in my bedside table before triumphantly producing a foil packet.
Leo accepted the gift and I got to see him slip on the condom and bite his lip to not come from the contact.
"Leo." He looked up at me, curls a mess, lips slightly swollen.
"Fuck me into next week."
He pounced on me, hands grasping at my hips to pull me flush against him. The pads of his fingers tightened and I allowed myself a moment to imagine the bruises they would leave after this.
He guided his cock in between my thighs, pausing right at the entrance. "You all good?"
I smiled. "So very good."
He pushed into me with one swift motion and I cried out, feeling so full and so good. Leo pounded into me, looking as desperate as I felt. He buried his face into my neck. "Okay, super lame but I am not gonna last long."
"Super not lame." My voice sounded wrecked. "Super fucking hot that I got you that worked up. You are super welcome to come whenever you want."
I felt him smile against my skin. "You first."
His hand reached down in a feat of strength with how hard he was thrusting into me, and he began pushing circles into my clit. My head tilted back and Leo pressed sharp kisses into the exposed flesh.
The sensations were too much and would never ever be enough and I tilted my hips just right so he was hitting just right inside me and the thin line keeping me tethered snapped.
My nails dug into his shoulders and I came hard, feeling overwhelmed with pleasure and excitement and with just enough clarity I felt Leo's hips stutter as my pussy clamped down on his dick as I came. His swearing was muffled into my skin but he pushed into me as much as he could, coming with almost a shout.
There was a moment of quiet, the two of us remembering how to breathe and enjoying the feeling of being connected. It was with simultaneous groans that Leo pulled out of me, flopping to my side and pressing absent kisses to my shoulder.
"Well," he breathed. "How do my new tattoos looks?"
I ran my fingers over my masterpiece. "I'd say they look pretty good, if I do say so myself."
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Like Real People Do, Part 6! ♡ (Casper x Avery)
☁️ Summary: Casper prepares for the second part of Avery's tickle session, but Avery has other plans!
☁️ Warnings: Lee!Casper, Ler!Avery. Pretty foot-focused (full disclosure, I'm not really a feet person, but I can get into it as a tickle spot sometimes!). Lots of teasing as usual, plus clinical teasing. Very fluffy and emotionally intimate. A bit emotional at the end.
☁️ Author's Note: I wrote this in an unexpected fit of passion, and I'm feeling a lot of things right now. Sorry if the tone is unpredictable, and sorry if it isn't enjoyable to read. I wasn't expecting to write one of these today.
This is a series now!
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6 *you are here
Part 7
If you just got here and want to know more about my characters, you can read my comic starting right here!
“Here. Don't wear your voice out, okay? Gotta stay hydrated if we're gonna keep going.” I handed Avery a strawberry La Croix.
“Thanks. I never knew laughing could be so tiring! Then again, I don't think I've ever laughed so much at once,” he mused, taking a small sip of his drink.
“It can be a workout, for sure. Especially if you're super ticklish in a lot of different places. Sometimes I don't realize how thirsty I am until I get a break.”
“Where are your tickle spots, Casper?”
I froze as Avery leveled that same intense, innocent gaze at me that he did at the top of the Ferris wheel, when he asked me if we were on a date. This time, though, there was something challenging about him – something impish and expectant.
I cleared my throat. “Ahh- well, um… you've already found a few of them,” I offered, not meeting Avery's eyes. It was through no small effort that I sometimes managed to say the word out loud, but I was NOT discussing spots. No way, no how.
“Hmm… I did get quite a nice reaction from your ribs and neck, it's true… but I get the feeling those aren't your favorite spots. I want to know the spots you really like.”
I was starting to turn red again.
“Even if I could tell you, I wouldn't!”
“Hehe… are you suggesting that I should find out for myself?” He lilted, grinning deviously now.
“N-no! Look, this is your session, not mine. You're the lee, I'm the ler, you can't just-”
“Ah ah ah… but I thought you said you were a switch? And, what is power if it's never challenged~?” He set his soda can on the nightstand.
“WAIT! Avery dohohon’t- ahhhh!” I tried to back away from him, just for him to grab my ankle and drag me back to the top of the bed. In one swift motion, he turned and trapped my leg under his arm, one hand gripping my ankle. I couldn't see what his other hand was doing, but I had a few guesses.
“WAHAHAIT!” I squealed, squirming uselessly. He was so strong, I might as well have been strapped down. My fingers dug into the bed. No amount of struggling was going to save me, now.
“Why are you laughing, Casper? Is something funny? I haven't even touched you, yet. Surely you're not laughing at me… because that would end very badly for you.”
“No, I wahahasn’t!”
“Hmm… human feet have more nerve endings than most other places on the body, did you know that? Your soles are so rarely touched with any kind of precision – I wonder what would happen if I just…” He stroked one of his ultra-plush fingertips down the length of my socked sole.
“Pffffhehehehe!” I covered my face as I laughed up at the ceiling.
“Oh, I see… very sensitive. Ticklish, even.” Avery giggled, and even though I couldn't see his face, I could feel him smirking. My ears burned, but the urge to fight back surged forward.
“Oooh, when I get out of this, you are so fucked, cloud boy.” I regretted it before the words had even left my mouth.
“Tsk, such language!” He admonished, and without warning, scribbled all five fingertips up and down my trapped sole.
“AHAHAHA STAAHAHAHAHAP!” I cried, trying to brace my other foot against the bed and push myself free. It was no use.
“I don't hear any tapping, sunshine. You know what to do if you want it to stop,” he taunted. “I've never seen human feet up close. Let's take this sock off, shall we?” Avery grabbed the toe of my sock, slowly pulling it off my foot.
“No no no NO AVERYYY don't take my sock off pleheheheaase!”
“Why not? Is your little human foot too ticklish without– Oooh–! Your toes are so cute…” He trailed off, genuine fascination in his voice. He began to pinch, pull, and gently wiggle my toes, examining them with his damnably soft fingers. I squeaked through my laughter; my feet had never been a particularly bad spot for me, or so I thought, until that moment.
“DOHOHON'T- AHAHAhahaha!” I squealed, curling my toes as tightly as I could. I kicked my free foot against the bed, channeling my ticklish energy.
“Oh, don't curl them up, I barely got to look at them! Your nails are blue as the sky, they're so pretty… is it paint? Do you paint them yourself?” He'd stopped tickling, and his curiosity was so sweet, I couldn't help but indulge him.
“Aheh… yes… I paint them myself.” I doubted Avery had ever seen himself blush, otherwise he might have known that I painted my toenails the same color as his flushed face.
“I’d like to look a bit longer… will you uncurl your toes for me, please?”
“Oh, god, stop being so sincere… you're killing me,” I groaned, reluctantly relaxing my foot.
I felt Avery inspecting my toes again, moving them back and forth, then side to side as I endured the uncontrollable giggles. When I focused, I was pretty good at staying still while being tickled, even while laughing. Unexpectedly, though, he wiggled his fingertips under my toes, scritching in the delicate valleys beneath and between them. I curled again; I couldn't help it.
“PFFF hahahahaha! Nohohot thehehehere!” I laughed, instinctively trying to pull my foot back.
“Hehe, sorry… they looked so soft there, I just couldn't resist.” He finally let me go. I immediately pounced on him, wrapping my arms around his body.
“Hehehey!” He laughed as I squeezed him, nuzzling my head against his chest. “Aww! What happened to all that fire from earlier, dewdrop? I thought I was in sooooo much trouble?” He chuckled, stroking my short hair.
Perhaps it was overstimulation, or simply the basic need for a quiet moment, but I didn't respond – and I could tell Avery understood. A comfortable silence fell between us as I laid against him, listening to the rush of wind and gentle rainfall beneath his chest.
Avery's fingers gently twirled locks of my hair.
The AC unit hummed, the humidifier whispered.
Far-off crickets chirped in the night, and a bit farther, the sound of waves breaking on the shore.
I closed my eyes.
Sea glass glittering, reflecting the moon beneath the waves.
Immobile, silent fish sleeping in their schools beneath the harbor.
Palm leaves waving their long fingers in the gentle night breeze.
I inhaled.
Lavender, books, rain, stone.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
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“Casper?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you falling asleep?”
“I don't know. Maybe.”
Avery pulled the blanket over us, sinking down to lay his head on my pillow.
“You can sleep right here if you want, sunshine. I don't mind.”
There was a faint electrical buzz, and the light in the room went out.
“Heh… neat trick.”
“Being a cloud comes in handy, sometimes.”
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“I love you, Avery.” My voice cracked.
“Oh, dewdrop.” He pulled me closer. “I love you, too.”
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Kono Oto Tomare Chapter 126 Scans and Rough TL
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Title: Sensei
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Side text: At the end of the first day of the competition---...
Taishin: Well then, you guys. Good luck with tomorrow's performance!
Kota: Taishin-sensei--! Where did you run off to?
Sane: Right, we haven't seen you since the break.
Taishin: Ah, that's because...
Taishin: When I took my eyes off him just for a second, Kanzaki had disappeared... By the time I found him, the second half was already over.
Mio: You could've just left me alone
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Taishin: I told your parents I would take care of you!! What if something happened to you!!
Mio: ...Sorry, I was getting tired from the sound of the competition.
Takezou: Getting tired...
Sane: If someone told that to us I would cry...
Chika: There were plenty of good performances, ya'know
Mio: ...
Mio: I will be listening properly tomorrow.
Chika: ...
Mio: A friendship token.
Taishin: We will be leaving now, then!
Page 4
Taishin: We will be supporting you---
Chika: Kanzaki!!
Chika: In the song you played in the Preliminaries, you really valued the "pause" in it, right?
Chika: Especially on that note you repeated over and over.
Chika: At that moment, what were you thinking while playing?
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Mio: It's so free.
Mio: I didn't know the world could be this free.
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Chika: ...I see
Mio: I look forward to tomorrow's performance
Mittsu: Ahhhh--- I'm so hungry---
Sane: I wonder what's for dinner---
Chika: I wanna eat lots of meat
Kota: Hmm? Aren't those...
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Kota: Isaki-san!! Tetsuki!!
Isaki: Welcome back---
Kota: Woahh, why are you here---!?
Isaki: We wanted to root for you guys before the performance.
Kota: I'm so happy---
Chika: I didn't think we would be seeing you today.
Isaki: Huhu I thought you would feel lonely
Chika: As if!
Sane: But really, meeting you two on this distant land really squeezes my heart.
Mittsu: It really feels like things are starting...
Tetsuki: You are overreacting
Tetsuki: Here, my parents told me to give these to you.
Sane: Eh!?
Tetsuki: Charms. For everyone.
Koto: Yayy-- how nice---!!
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Takezou: Even for us...? We haven't met...
Tetsuki: Of course.
Chika: Tetsuki's Dad is suuuper cool. And his mom is a beauty!
Takezou: Is that so!
Chika: I will introduce them to you guys next time!
??: Why is Chika doing it.
Chika: It's fine, isn't it?
Isaki: ...
Isaki: Guys, after this are you going to relax for today?
Chika: Ah, no. After having dinner we will be practicing at the instruments shop.
Isaki: Woah, that's rough. You are tired, aren't you?
Chika: Hmm, well...
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Chika: I mean, this is the last day for us to practice with all we have.
Hiro & Satowa: ------
Kota, Mittsu & Sane: ...
Page 10
Isaki: ---- ...That's right
Isaki: Alright! Give it your all and kick ass tomorrow!!!
Chika: That hurts!!
Isaki: Let us hear Tokise's performance
Page 11
Chika: Leave it to us!
Tetsuki: I will be going then
Chika: Prayers to you, Tecchan
Sane: Uoooooh, it's meat---!
Page 12
Chika: Your performance was so good!!
Ousuke: My brothers---
Umetsugu: Oooh--- good job, you guys---
Suzuka: Our apologies for borrowing your place at such a late time.
Umetsugu: no prob, no prob! Play to your heart's content, please.
Umetsugu: So you don't have any regrets!
Chika, Sane, Mittsu & Kota: Thanks!!
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Sane: Haaaaaaaah---- We played it----!!!
Kota: Ahahahaha I'm expent---!!
Chika: We did nothing but listen to other people today---
Sane: Listening to others is fun, but playing yourself truly is the best!
Kota: That's so true--
Hiro: Everyone was so much sharper than usual, that is even funny.
Mittsu: Something in us just blew up
Natsu: But really, is so freaking hot.
Atsumu: It's our burning passion!
Page 16
Sane: Ahaha Momoya, you're sweating so much. Here, a towel.
Natsu: Isn't that used?
Suzuka: ----Okay, is about time we wrap up here. Pick up your things and---
Chika: ----Eh
Chika: Ah Ca- can we play one more time? The last one!
Suzuka: What are you saying, sweating like that. If you keep this up you will be exhausted for tomorrow.
Chika: Nah, I'm perfectly fine
Suzuka: Take a look at both the first years.
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Natsu: It's fine. I'm hot, but I can play one more time.
Atsumu: I'm still good to go!!
Chika: ---I'm sorry
Chika: I said something really selfish
Takezou: Kudo-ku...
Chika [memory]: I mean, this is the last day for us to practice with all we have.
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Sfx: Silence...
Suzuka: ------
Page 19
Suzuka: When I first wrote this song
Chika: ----Eh?
Suzuka: I gave you the music sheets thinking that if you guys exceeded my expectations at the performance, it would be a huge success.
Akira: !
Page 20
Suzuka: But honestly, when you guys completed your interpretation of the song
Suzuka: For me, you already achieved that.
Page 21
Suzuka: If you weren't in the same club, these members probably wouldn't have had anything to do with one another.
Suzuka: Wouldn't have gathered together
Suzuka: Experienced all kinds of things.
Suzuka: And reflected on them.
Page 22
Suzuka: With your own power
Suzuka: You made a song in a way
Suzuka: That every one of you could accept
Page 23
Suzuka: You guys are amazing!!
Suzuka: You did so well!!!
Page 24
3-Baka: Guh----!?!?
Suzuka: So wipe those pained expressions from your face. You have already done everything you could possibly do.
Suzuka: Tomorrow, don't think about how you will rank or the mistakes you may make.
Page 25
Suzuka: Just enjoy yourselves!
Hiro: Waaah Why are you suddenly saying something like this to uuuuuussss. Suzuka-chan, you idiot--------!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sane: Uoooooooh don't you dare cry, guys. Don't cry!!! Is not time for that yeeeeeet
Kota: Resist-----!!!!!!!!
Mittsu: We will not cry-----!!!!!!
3-Baka: AAAAAAH Yoshinaga------------!!!!!!
Page 26
Suzuka [memory]: Are you guys seriously aiming for Nationals?
Suzuka [memory]: Did you really think you could get into Nationals at your level?
Page 27
Takezou: ...Sensei, that's not fair.
Suzuka: Haha
Page 28
Suzuka: I just said what I thought.
Chika: Thank you very much!!
Umetsugu: See you tomorrow---
Hiro: Geeez, he really took me off guard, Suzuka-chan---
Satowa: Really
3-baka: Uoooooooooooh
Takezou: Your eyes have really swollen
Atsumu: Yeah
Page 29
Kota: Fuaaah--- I feel so refreshed----
Takezou: By the end of the day we were all soaking wet.
Kota: Is all Suzu-chan's fault!
Sane: For real, though.
Mittsu: Saying something like that just before the performance---
Kota: Buy me something to drink at the store I will be going back first
Chika: Okay Don't get lost
Kota: !
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Natsu: Startle
Natsu: Senpai, since when are you...
Kota: Eh? I've been here for a bit
Natsu: Please call out or something.
Kota: It seemed like you were concentrating very hard.
Kota: Are you thinking about tomorrow's fill-in?
Natsu: ...Well, yeah
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Kota: Ah, am I bothering you?
Natsu: Not really...
Natsu: ...
Natsu: Usually, it's not a good idea to think about it in advance.
Natsu: I mean, if you do, then it's not improvising anymore...
Kota: It will be fine
Kota: Every fill-in you have introduced up till now, all of them have been amazing.
Kota: They are even easy for me to get back in the song.
Kota: You've been making more and more adjustments, right?
Page 32
Kota: So tomorrow, do what you like best, Momoyan
Kota: No matter what it is, I will be just fine!
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Natsu: Fu ...You are the one who said it, ok?
Kota: Eh!? What's with the evil smirk!!?
Natsu: Well then, I will make it super harsh----
Kota: Wha- wait a sec. Hold on, now
Sane: Ah----!!!!
Sane: You were taking so long that we thought you had gotten lost. What, you two playing hooky?
Kota: No, I just keeping Momoyan company with his fill-in
Sane: Oooh
Sane: Oh, I liked that one, the one at the beginning today.
Chika: I liked today's last one
Mittsu: For me--
Kota: Wait a minute! Don't go and spoil the wisdom I spread a few seconds ago
Mittsu: Eh? Who cares---
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Sane: I want some ice-cream
Kota: There was some a the store
Mittsu: Really? Let's go.
Page 35
Driver: Please, make sure you don't leave anything behind.
**Chika's dad appears and this translator is not ok**
Narrator: National Competition
Narrator: Second Day.
Side text: The performance approaches, and so does the encounter.
---Kono Oto Tomare! will continue on the next issue---
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maeumi & me - ch 26 : misunderstood
a/n : written part comes first. ignore timestamps in pictures as usual but not for the written part!
w.c. : around 2k oops
9:30 am.
You're in the midst of stealing another sneaky glance at Jungwon as he works when Heeseung arrives. He walks over to your table and flops down opposite to you, his annoyance evident in his sarcastic smile. You roll your eyes.
“Okay fineee, I lied about where I was. But I am doing my homework here as you can see!” You wave your worksheets at him. “It's just that Won has been bugging me to try the café's new Dalgona coffee and I was like, what’s so great about Dalgona right, I mean I can make it myself at home and he was like, no we add this special ingredient that makes it absolutely delightful and I was like.…” you trail off, realising you’re rambling and not really helping your case, judging by the look on your friend's face. You clear your throat. “Anyway, I had some time left since my first hour today was cancelled and I thought I might as well come here and get some coffee and finish my homework and I didn't tell you because I mean, you've already been bugging me non-stop since last night,”
“Well of course I have!You two almost kissed!!” he shrieks, drawing the attention of a table of friends nearby.
“Shhh, quiet down he's literally a few feet away! Also wait, you saw that?”
“Yuh huh! Why else do you think I've been losing my–”
“So you interrupted us on purpose?” Shit. Did you actually ask that out loud? You hadn’t meant to. “Actually no forget I said that–”
Heeseung’s eyebrows shoot up, an amused smile replacing his scowl. “Well, I–”
“Nuh uh I don't wanna hear it la la la la la la,” you plug your ears with your hands.
He shakes his head. “Y/n, come on. What are you doing? It's so obvious that you like Jungwon–”
“I don't like him! It's just that he's so nice to Maeumi and so sweet to me and– Ugh, hold on I'm getting a call. Hello?”
It's your classmate calling you up to remind you about the meeting for a group assignment. You promise her you’ll be there on time and hang up. You turn your focus back to Heeseung, who is leaning forward with his hands crossed on the table, looking at you with patient scepticism. You sigh - he’s right. What are you doing? Why are you trying to dismiss these feelings that are as clear as day? “I know that look.”
“What look?”
“The look that says you don't believe my bullshit.”
“Well you got something right at least.”
You put your head into your hands. “Fine. I like him, okay? Maybe a little too much. And yes I came here so I could see him again even though it’s barely been two hours since I saw him back at Jake’s place. And it's just. Ahhhh. I don't know, I've never liked anyone this way before and it feels so nice but also weird because it’s new and a little overwhelming sometimes and I just maybe need some time to come to terms with it before you guys all start freaking out,”
He nods and leans back in his seat, satisfied. “Okay.”
You look up at him in disbelief. “‘Okay’?? That's it???”
He laughs. “What, did you expect me to demand to know everything right now? Come on Y/n, give me some credit. I’m not that bad of a friend.”
“Debatable,” you tease, ducking as he reaches to hit you playfully. “Well no it’s not that. I just, I don’t know, expected a bigger reaction I guess?”
“You know you guys have not really been discreet or anything right? It’s kind of been a little too obvious the past few days. But I will say that I wasn’t expecting you guys to go in for a kiss last night right when I happened to walk in. Which is why I may have, uh, panicked a little and ended up switching on the light,” he flashes you a sheepish smile.
You shake your head, feeling your cheeks get hot as you think back to the moment. God, so close. If only you hadn't been interrupted... “You lil shit,”
“Wha– you just said it yourself, it’s weird! I’ve never seen you do ‘romancey’ stuff and you've always been so blehh about dating and relationships and now suddenly you can’t stop gushing about this guy and I don't know, it's like seeing your sibling kiss. Gross,” he cringes and you slap his hand.
“Ow! Also, where is Jungwon?”
9:06 am.
Jungwon has practically been vibrating all morning from the excitement of what happened last night. Well, of course nothing really happened, strictly speaking. Still, he was happy at the prospect of it. At the idea that he maybe has a chance with you after all. Like, he’s had a crush on you for so long, it seems unreal. He had almost fully accepted the fact that that was all it was ever going to be – a crush. And then things happened, and here he was. He bites the inside of his cheek, trying to keep himself from smiling. From the corner of his eye, he catches the weird looks his older co-barista, Taehyun, has been giving him.
The front door opens with a ding of the bell, indicating the arrival of another customer. Jungwon finishes serving the caffè mocha he was making just in time to greet the new one.
“Good morning, what–” he stops short when he looks up and sees that it’s you. He stutters and completely forgets what he meant to say and gives up halfway. From the way he’s grinning, even a passerby who chances to see him from the sidewalk outside could guess he’s head over heels. Taehyun recognises you immediately – he's only seen Jungwon behave like an idiot one other time, which was the first time you had come here a couple of weeks ago. Jungwon had immediately dropped everything he was doing and had all but run to you despite how busy the cafe had been that day, leaving the poor guy to deal with the growing line of customers all by himself. Although it had been a bit of an inconvenience, Taehyun didn't give him too much of a hard time about it because for one thing, it had been kind of cute to see him all flustered, and for another, Jungwon was someone who was usually pretty diligent with his work.
But here you are again. Cue Jungwon forgetting how to function like a normal human being.
“Hi,” Jungwon finally says, barely able to restrain the grin that he knows is a little too wide to be casual. “What are you doing here?”
You can't help but laugh. “You have got to stop greeting me like that every time I come here! Do you not like me visiting you at work?” You turn as if to leave, mostly to see how he'd react.
“No no wait sorry!” He reaches over and grabs your arm, planting it on the counter. “I just meant that if you were planning on coming here then we could've left together,” he drawls.
“Well, it was more of a last minute decision. Class got cancelled and I thought I'd just drop by and check out the new drink you were raving about. See what all the fuss is about,” you shrug nonchalantly, though the twinkle in your eyes betrays you. You're hyper-aware of the fact that his hand is ever-so-lightly brushing your forearm.
“Oh you’ll see alright,” he assures you, and with just a hint of nervousness seeping into the confidence, he enquires, “so, is that the only reason you're here?” He steals a quick glance at your lips, the pretty curve of them, before meeting your eyes again.
“Why else?” you ask, as though you have no idea what he could possibly be alluding to, although your hammering heart and the cheeky grin spreading across your face tell otherwise. Jungwon’s own giddy smile says he isn’t slow to catch on, either.
“I see. Strictly beverage purposes then.”
“Strictly,” you nod solemnly, suppressing your smile.
Taehyun clears his throat. “So, your order?”
You blink, suddenly remembering that you have an audience, and also that you're not just here to see Jungwon (well that's the story anyway). “Oh right, yes! Sorry. One Dalgona coffee, please.”
Jungwon flashes you an apologetic smile as he gets to work. “Sit wherever you'd like, your order will be ready in 10!”
Jungwon is so nervous about getting your order absolutely perfect that he messes up twice. Taehyun shakes his head, both amused and exasperated. When Jungwon starts to try for the third time, he stops him. “Gimme, I'll do it.” Jungwon mumbles a relieved thank you before internally chiding himself to get a grip. He can't continue to be such a mess every time you're around.
When he's done, Taehyun places the drink on the counter, ready to be served. He can see Jungwon open his mouth to say something and then change his mind and turn away. This happens again when he sees the waiter approaching and Taehyun rolls his eyes. “Oh my God, Jungwon, just go. I know you're itching to give it to them yourself,” he says, smiling despite himself.
Jungwon rubs the back of his neck, embarassed. “You sure?”
“Yeah yeah. We're not that busy yet it's fine. But just don't stay too long – you never know when our manager might drop by to check.”
He places the tray on the table in front of you, making sure to keep it as far away as possible from your books and worksheets so as to not ruin them.
“Ooo, what's this?” you ask, pointing to the ice cream sandwiches.
“Just little complementary treats.”
He watches you take the first sip and sees your eyes widen. “Oh, my God. This is a-mazing! What do you put in it?!”
“Well, it’s called a secret ingredient for a reason,” he beams. If he keeps being this cute you feel like one of these days you might just let your intrusive thoughts win and reach out to poke a finger into his adorable dimples. “Alright well enjoy the rest of it. I'm afraid I gotta get back,”
As he walks back, Jungwon finds that he's kind of glad the kiss didn't happen last night – he would like to properly ask you out first. How should he do it? Maybe he should keep it sweet and simple, make you a latte heart or something. Yeah, maybe you’d like that. And what should your first date be? Something cliché like a movie or dinner date? Or something unique? Ahh, he doesn’t know. If it were up to him, he’d just be content to have you over and do what you used to do before he started the internship. He doesn't care what you do as long as you are together.
9:32 am.
Jungwon steals a glance at your table and is surprised to find Heeseung with you. Huh. Guess you two had plans to meet up here. He waits as he serves two other customers to see if Heeseung would come to order anything for himself. When he doesn’t, Jungwon decides to go over himself and say hi.
As he approaches, he notices that you two seem to be deep in conversation, talking animatedly, and he slows, wondering if he should maybe come back after a while. Bits of the conversation float up to him right then and he freezes :
“It's so obvious that you like Jungwon–”
“I don't like him! It's just that he's so nice to Maeumi and so sweet to me and– Ugh, hold on I'm getting a call. Hello?”
Oh.
Right.
Of course.
It suddenly feels like someone just sucked all the sunlight out of the room. Jungwon turns right around, relieved that neither of you noticed him. Taehyun looks up from scrolling through his phone when he rushes back to the counter. He yanks his apron off, hangs it up hastily and grabs his things to leave.
“Wha–” he starts to ask but Jungwon cuts him off.
“Something came up. I have to go,” he apologises for the short notice and is out the door before the latter even has a chance to reply.
a/n : please tell me at least one of y'all noticed the foreshadowing from profiles 2 🙏🏽
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hi 👀
for the "get to know your writer meme"...... I want to know all 77
BUT
I am restricting myself to asking you JUST the following: 4, 10, 20, 29, 39 (specifically, feel free to murder me with the fight club au), 54, 56, 64 (an answer I definitely won't use for nefarious purposes so don't feel the need to answer carefully)
AHHHH THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME SO MANY MY FRIEND
4. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?
where dont i find inspiration…. everything reminds me of them EVERYTHING. but one of my biggest inspos is music i’ll listen to a song and i’ll be like. okay but what if this was about Them.
10. Cltr+f "blinks" on your WIP & copy paste the first sentence/paragraph that comes up
blinks is not in there and neither is blink. if you wanna pick another ill go looking for you.
20. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?
well ed always has adhd and stede is always autistic but other than that no i havent noticed and i think its because every time i write an au im so deliberately trying to create a unique space that i almost develop my own set of language styles for it. it gets a unique texture. or maybe my stuff is super repetitive and i sound wanky as hell right now and i’ll take that too.
29. What’s your revision or editing process like?
well for one shots that are not super important to me ill reread a couple times just to make sure its legible, for longer one shots ill have s beta go over it and pick at it and ill actually chew on the edits and make sure i land what im trying to sell. for my long fic i wrote a first draft and then chapter by chapter i went “is this thematically consistent do i like how it sounds do i even like this” and i wrote and rewrote MANY pieces
39. Share a snippet from a WIP
HAHA IM COMING FOR YOU KATHERINE
from the not fight club au
“Exactly how he snaps up his gaze when Ed is still a few paces away, how his gaze falls on him, heavy like a steel toed boot, heavy like a string of someone else’s pearls around a neck, heavy like heavy like heavy.
Exacting as he steps forward, one, two, into Ed’s space, grips his hands into Ed’s jacket, one, two, steps back, twists, dragging Ed with him, one, two, until Ed’s pressed against the back of the car.
(Hungry) (it is hungry) (it is starving) (Ed’s own stomach growls)
There’s a beat where Stede waits, a beat where Ed nods, one, two, and then—
And then Stede kisses Ed.
(and then Stede kisses Ed) (and then Stede kisses Ed) (and then Stede kisses Ed)
And then Ed kisses Stede.”
54. What’s your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?
putting my beautiful baby girl ed in situations. just lots of wish fulfilment playing with my favorite barbie.
56. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?
i really like that everything i write has distinctive voice in it. everything i write has serial numbers on it, like its definitely mine.
64. Something you love to see in smut.
as MCR once said (and its hilarious because this is genuinely the song thats come on shuffle as im typing this): Blood!
no seriously. blood. i love blood. gimme some blood.
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No more than an hour after Buddy leaves neighbour calls and asks if I want to come over for a beer.
Sure, why not.
Put my hair up and off I go.
I walk around the back to the patio door, I see him through the door, give it a know and he waves me in. Tells me I don’t have to knock, just come on in anytime, that if he is home that patio door is unlocked unless of course he’s gone to bed.
Hands me a beer and we sit.
Chat a little, he seems not pissy but a little more tense than usual.
He mentions that he saw Buddy was next door with me, saw his car in my driveway…ahhhh, this is where the vibe is coming from. Now I see it, it’s not tense, it’s a tinge of jealousy.
That’s pretty odd all things considered but it occurs to me and through chatting, there is an aspect of him being involved each time and now it Buddy was there all by himself doing “who knows what” with me.
I told him that it really was none of his business what I do and with whom I do it, kind of pissed me off 😡
After chatting and reiterating that this was about me and my journey and that he just happened to be the happy recipient of that journey he seemed to get it. I also let him know that nothing changed that way just because Buddy had come over.
I also told him that if that, or any other situation I put myself into or allowed to happen, was going to be a problem we could go back to being neighbours with a fence between us. I kept it as light as I could but with the serious tone.
He said he liked what had been going on and looked forward to more possibilities with me and that he would adjust his attitude so as long as I was still up for it so was he. no kidding he is lmao.
I said deal, stuck out my hand to shake on it.
He said that’s not how to seal a deal like this, took my hand and pulled me up out of the chair and walked me into the living room….some very good recent memories in that room.
As I stood there he pulled my shirt up over my head, undid my bra and took it off, pulled my shorts off and commented on being a good girl for no panties.
Could feel things getting a little moist between my legs, well a little more seeing as since I started way back I have notice I am always wet to a degree. That and I’m still pretty horny from Buddy earlier and the whole situation of 2 different cocks in the same day certainly doesn’t hurt either.
He drops his clothes, and tells me to kneel, ok blowjob time but I’m not sure about my jaw, it’s still kind sore from the group thing, but I do anyway because hey, that’s what this journey is about. Then he tells me to bend over, alrighty face down ass up, one of my personal favourites and by now I am very wet.
He kneels behind me and slide his cock up and down my slit and again a good girl comment for being wet ready.
One quick thrust and he’s inside me, HOLY HELL I almost cum that instant but I want to try not to, I want to deny that part and just be a toy for him, a vessel. He’s good, he is taking his sweet time and because of the position he is hitting all the right spots, and because of the angles I feel him stretching me just a little bit….🤤
We stayed like that for a bit until he started to grab my hips harder, pushed his cock into me deeper, he picked up his pace and started to pump into me faster and harder until he was slamming into my pussy so hard with each thrust that it almost knocked the wind out of me, it was fantastic🤪
He buried himself deep inside me with very short hard thrusts as he was cumming.
Felt sooooo good, and not one orgasm for me which was oddly satisfying.
He pulled out, something felt a little odd, I straightened up and the next thing I know, I have his kids running down my legs and dripping onto the carpet.
A flash of what the FUCK darted through my brain and I guess the look on my face spoke volumes because the one on his was almost one of terror..which is funny because if you’ve been reading, I am very small.
When I looked, he had the remnants of what was a condom around the base of his cock so I guess it must have broke in the last hard thrusting moments.
So here’s the thing, after the initial flash of thinking he snuck in without one, I had this wave of satisfaction, of having been a real fucktoy, a receptacle even if by accident. 💦🫠
I felt so slutty and used, it was awesome.
He grabbed me a towel, apologizing the whole time.
Tidied up, got dressed, we finished our beer and laughed about it and went home.
Going to be honest, him using me like he did and cumming inside me did something to me, I little switch flipped and made me so horny that I played with my pussy for hours that night and made myself cum countless times but she just couldn’t get enough.
Woke up the next day with an uncontrollable ache between my legs.
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Chapter 10: I Want My Rimuru
New skills:
Sand Manupulation: Allows the user to manipulate sands structure and motion to a precise degree.
Corpse Manipulation: Allows the user to manipulate any part of a dead body, for example spilled blood, bone/teeth fragments, or any dead bodies around.
Part 1: Training Start
Crack “You'll have to speed up if you're gonna dodge my punches!” Middray shouts as I stumble to the ground.
“C-can you hold back a bit more?” I ask, still reeling from the previous blow to my skull. “It's been two weeks since I became a demon lord and I'm still adjusting to your level of strength.”
He stares down at me in confusion. “What do you mean? I’m already holding back quite a bit, if you can't handle me now then you'll never be a true demon lord.” He says with an oblivious look on his face.
“Of course you are.” I sigh in exasperation. “So milim went over to see my…” I freeze, then my head drops in sadness. “To see the slime in Tempest.” I correct myself, and then I catch his fist without looking up, surprising both of us. “W-wait did I just do that?!” I exclaim.
“Good job?” He says in confusion. “How did you get the strength for that? Also yeah she went off to see your ex.” He adds quite rudely.
I look to the sky for a moment. “I was being negative, maybe that’s the secret to getting much stronger in my case.” I say to myself then let go of his fist as my sadness dies down and I feel pride. “I can use this.” I say with a grin and turn to him. “Let's resume.”
“If you say so.” Middray says looking proud of my progress. “Nice job though, how about we get serious.”
My eyes widen. “Oh shit!” I block his incoming strike with my forearm causing a sound of splashing water as my arm is reduced to its base slime state and falls off. “Motherf-ahhhh!!” shout in pain as I regenerate it then reinforce my whole body with armor and enter a state of rage. “You piece of shit!” I yell as I deliver a flurry of punches incorporating blades made from my armor into the mix but I still end up barely scratching him which just makes me more enraged.
“You know, rage can be a weapon but if used incorrectly it can also be a flaw.” He says as he catches my punch and breaks my armor along with crushing my hand into slime, then punches me in the chest shattering my armor and blowing a massive hole in my chest which I regenerate while wincing in pain.
“G-goddamnit, would you tone it down a bit?” I ask angrily before getting punched in my face causing me to spit out some slime.
“Would an enemy hold back just because you want them to?” He says before kicking me square in the face with the heel of his shoe causing me to fly back and slam into a tree.
I stand up shakily. “Ow ow ow ow ow.” I say as I heal my cuts and bruises. “I guess not, but at this point, you're just kicking a wounded puppy, that's the difference in our strength.” I exclaim, pissed off at him and I punch him even more enraged, causing me to break the threshold of his power and send him flying back into a pillar. “Oh, guess I was wrong.” I say as I fly forward and punch him right in the chest causing him to cough up blood.
“I yield!” He shouts and I relent.
I hand him a healing potion and he chugs it down. “You know, I may have been really angry with you, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't learn something.” I say gratefully then hold out my hand to help him up. “Thank you, Middray.”
He takes my hand and stands to his feet. “Well, I'm just glad I was able to help you, even if I'm not as great as Lady Milim.” He says with a smile and looks to the sky seeing a streak of pink descending down upon us, we both dodge out of the way but Milim redirects and tackles me into a crater.
“Rimuru was great, he's my bestie forestie!!” She says holding me in a hug to the ground as I groan and twitch in pain and anger slowly healing up.
“Please let go, you're crushing me.” I request softly.
Milim then sees some residual slime from my sparring session with Middray. “Is that honey?!” Milim shouts loudly and I freeze in fear before scrambling to put it back in my body.
“N-no, it was nothing.” I say frantically.
Milim was too fast and got a small bit of my slime on her finger and put it into her mouth to my dismay. “Whoa! It's so good and sweet! So much better than honey!” She shouts as I look on in terror.
“Milim… d-do you know what that was?” I ask hoping she doesn't know.
“Well not really, it's totally new, but much better and creamier than honey, it's a little bit thicker too.” She says not realizing that she's describing basically how my flesh tastes.
“Well, sorry to say but there's no more of it, it's all gone.” I say nervously hoping she doesn't realize she just ate part of me.
Milim approaches me and sees a bit of slime on my cheek and she licks it off. “It tastes so good.” She says as her lick sends me into terror but I mask it with a smile. “Too bad it's all gone.” She says with a pout.
“Yep, all gone.” I say with a bit of sweat rolling down my cheek. “Now, how about we do a little bit of resting Lady Milim.” I suggest, still a little bit terrified of her.
“Alright, Rimuru showed me this amazing thing called a hot spring, maybe we can build one here.” she says happily expecting us to build it.
“Lady Mil-”
“Of course Lady Milim! Just explain how it works and we shall build it right away.” Middray interjects completely interrupting me.
“Okay so basically it is a pond made by people with large rocks on the bottom as a floor and rocks as walls, they need to be smooth, you need to find a natural hot spring which is usually found near mountains, and route the hot water down into the small pond, and you can make walls around it and add plants to make it more relaxing.” She explains excitedly. “Oh, and there must be two of them, one for boys and one for girls because you have to get naked to be in them.” She explains further.
“I see, the dragon newts and I shall begin construction as soon as possible my lady!” He exclaims.
I watch as in just a couple hours these Dragon Newts build a whole ass hot spring exactly like Rimuru’s in under an hour. “How the hell?!” I say to myself mouth agape from this dedication to Milim. “Well, I guess there's no time like the present.” I say and almost go into the men's one but then remember that I'm supposed to be a woman and go into the ladies side. “I'll just test it out for you guys,” I say and close the door and transform into my slime form as I get into the water and relax.
The ambiance is amazing, the water is stinging at first, but after just a few moments the relaxing feeling of the waters wash over me, the stress of my training melting away as I float through the hot spring.
Suddenly I get a chill shooting through my slime and change into my human form in the bath as Milim and a few of the female Dragon newts walk in and see me and squeal at how cute I happen to look. “Oh my god you're so cute!” one of them says as she gets into the water and I realize that I'm in way way over my head and should've just gone to the men's area and stayed a slime.
“Oh no.” I squeak now getting fawned over by the women. Just think about Rimuru, just think about Rimuru, just think about Rimuru, even if we're not together anymore I gotta stay faithful to the boy.
I then hear one of them giggle and whisper. “She's so cute, but Milim is better.” making me very slightly offended that I'm second best.
“Thanks I guess, c-can we just get back to relaxing in the hot spring?” I ask nervously, blushing.
“Oh, fine, so Robin, got any boys you like?” One of them asks.
My expression darkens. “I did have a boyfriend, but I totally blew it.” I sigh. “I miss him so much.” I say now holding back tears. “I just want him back.” I say now with my face in my hands.
Everyone's expressions changes to one of guilt. “Sorry for asking.” One of them says and pats me on the back.
I step out and form clothes back onto my body and run out to the desert to cry. Ignoring their shouts to come back.
(authors note: I'm a dude so if you think my interpretation of how women act together is wrong then just keep it to yourself I'm painfully aware)
Part 2: Rimuru
I lay in the sand, wallowing in self pity and loneliness, all that occupies my mind is Rimuru, I turn into slime and sink myself down into the sand, wanting to disappear. Slowly sand starts seeping into my slime and getting absorbed into me along with ancient bones and fossils of powerful entities and my skills automatically start analyzing them.
“Notice: you've gained the extra skill (sand manipulation) and the unique skill (corpse manipulation)”
“Yeah I totally need that right now.” I say to myself sarcastically. Then hear a sound above me and the sound of Milim calling my name.
“Robiiiinnn!!! Where are yooouuuu?!!” She calls out.
“Go away!” I shout from underground.
“There you are~” She says slyly and shoves her hand into the ground. I shift into human form an instant before she grabs my hand and yanks me out of the sand.
I twist around and kick towards her face but she catches my foot easily. “I said to go away!” I shout then slip out of her grasp and run off manipulating the ancient fossils and bones of powerful beasts into walls and spikes to stop her from following me.
I keep running until I reach the Jura Forest once more, and as I look behind me I run directly into Geld. “L-Lady Robin? Where have you been? Everyone's been worried sick for you.” He says and picks me up seeing how distraught I am. “Shall I take you to Lord Rimuru?”
I nod slightly. “I would like that, I need to see him.” I say, nervous to see my Rimuru once more. I sit in Geld's arms as a slime, hidden in his grasp, scared of what might happen with my Rimuru.
We approach Rimuru’s hut and I sit still with bated breath as I see Shion talking with Rimuru as they exit his house, our eyes lock and everything falls silent, not even the birds dare to tweet, and the wind refuses to blow, time seems to stop in this one moment. “Rimuru…” I say softly, breaking this silent standoff of tension.
I hop out of Geld’s arms and into my human form, love and fear sparkling in my eyes as I reach my hand out but hesitate before Rimuru grabs my hand and pulls me into a hug. Surprised, I let out a little squeak of shock but soon reciprocate the hug. “W-what does this mean?” I ask in suspense.
“It means that I’ve been thinking, and while it’s harder to trust you, I do still love you, Robin, I want you back. Please will you forgive me for trying to break it off?” He says solemnly, with a caring and tender expression.
I literally melt in his arms, a wide smile appears on my face and I lean in and give him a very goopy kiss before I wrap my slime around him lovingly too happy to solidify my body. “I forgive you, just never leave me again.” I say softly into his ear.
A shiver rolls down his spine at my words. “Y-yes ma’am!” He shouts enthusiastically and hugs me tightly.
“Good boy~” I say and stroke my hand through his hair and give him another goopy kiss before finally solidifying myself in his arms. “I love you more than anything.” I add dreamily.
Part 3: My Rimuru
I awake to a loud sound of wood creaking then breaking as Milim barges into my room. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” She shouts and tries to punch me, her fist glowing pink with her energy.
“Wait Milim Stop!!” I yell and dodge but my house blows up from the force of her punch. “My house!!!” I shout and rain blows upon her with fury but she barely even moves.
“You weren't supposed to leave me, come back so I can train you some more.” She says, glaring at me with anger.
“Milim, I'm sorry, but that doesn't give you the right to wreck my whole house, also, I've trained enough, let me settle back into being with Rimuru alright.” I reply calmly trying to defuse the situation.
She seems to understand. “Sorry, it's just been so long since I've had someone who wasn't a yes man around in my domain, I kinda got attached.”
I sigh. “Next time just be more careful ok, I'll train with you later.” I say and walk out of my house annoyed that I can't sleep in it but looking on the bright side, now I have an excuse to pester Rimuru for alone time and snuggles.
I skip along to Rimuru’s house and slip under the door and hop up onto his bed and get confused as hell. Is he… Sleeping? He's not supposed to do that, is this some kind of trick? I think to myself and I lean my head onto his chest and hear a soft heartbeat. And a heartbeat, something is definitely going on here. I conclude then start snuggling up to him. “I don't care if you're different, you're still my Rimuru.” I say softly as to not wake him up as I wrap my arms and legs around him, feeling my precious boy’s warmth. “All mine~” I say and gaze at his face lovingly as he breathes softly in his sleep.
Slowly he begins stirring from his sleep, his bright golden eyes opening wide as he looks down at me as I snuggle him. “R-Robin w-what are you doing?” He stutters out completely flustered by my sudden appearance. I'll have to investigate him further later.
“Oh? Am I not allowed to snuggle my precious boyfriend while he sleeps?” I tease and give his cheek a gentle kiss as I hug him tighter.
Rimuru makes a small squeak of embarrassment but then hugs me back and as he works up the courage to kiss me back I forcefully kiss him on the lips.
“I love you.”
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After that spicy sunday 👁️👄👁️
Maybeeee... Can we see Kate giving a sexy surprise to Anthony for his first birthday together?
Hurst like heaven could be my favorite AU, it's too funny (and spicy 😏) though we don't read it yet 😂
Ahhhh Hurts like Heaven Anthony might actually never survive what Kate has planned for his first birthday. Especially given it marks a year since they'd met again.
Anthony would be lying if he said he wasn't looking forward to his birthday. It was his birthday, for one, but for two he was almost sure Kate had a plan. There'd been little whispers. Conversations he'd caught the end of and little tuts when he mentioned making plans. Your Mum and the kids are throwing you a party on Friday, you know that She hummed kissing his forehead but most damming of all was the lingerie bag he'd spied in the back of their wardrobe, a childish gasp rising in the back of his throat as he took in the bag, the silver lettering shining in the light. He'd barely managed to leave the wardrobe without rifling through the tissue paper like a rabid racoon.
For once he didn't let himself wake slowly, he sat uprights as soon as his eyes shot open, smiling a little apologetically at Kate who was jolted roughly to the side with a huff.
"Sorry, I'm excited."
Kate groaned, rolling over to press a kiss against his arm the only part of him she could reach. "Why is something special happening today?"
Anthony bounced the mattress, letting himself land on top of her, grinning as she smiled at the contact. "It's a day you should be giving thanks for, Kate. The annual celebration of my birth."
Kate let out a faux gasp, "Is it?"
He nodded against her, laying with his body draped over hers, "It Is."
Kate left a quick kiss on his lips, before she pushed back against his chest until she could sit up, ruffling his hair with a sad hum. "And unfortunately when you're a big boy you have to work on your birthday. Do your little sums."
Anthony Rolled his eyes, "I do complex mathematical equations, actually."
Kate stood from the bed, tugging one of his tshirts over her naked body, obscuring it from his view. "Ooo Sexy."
Anthony caught her around the waist spinning her around until she settled between his legs, his chin resting on her shoulder, "I could be very sexy."
Kate groaned, "I don't have time for you to be sexy this morning, Honey."
Something disappointed settled in his chest, ridiculous, and petulant that Kate was brushing off his birthday. "Um, Yeah, okay."
"You're okay right? You aren't upset?" Her teeth bit into her lower lip, her fingers threaded through his hair.
He shook his head, because what else could he do? "Nope, just need you."
"Well you have that. Happy Birthday, Ant."
He told himself he wasn't disappointed all day. Wasn't sad that Edwina hadn't sent him a happy birthday text, lunch came and went without her sending him his usual birthday cookie and he just felt... sad. He felt sad.
"Hey Josie, um-"
"Anthony I am not sharing this packet of crisps with you, those sad little eyes just won't work on me." His desk mate said dryly.
"I would never lower myself to cheese and onion. Not today." Anthony groaned. "Has Edwina messaged you today? Like what's she up to?"
"I'm her roommate, not her calendar."
"I just wondered. Um- It's my birthday and... it's dumb but... this is the first time since we were fifteen that she hasn't sent me a cookie for my birthday and like... I don't know what I did or if she's okay."
Josie smiled gently, "She's sent me 13 gifs of Alexis Rose today so she's definitely okay."
And that would have to be enough.
By the time he went to leave for work, all he wanted was to go home, get into his pyjamas and sulk, honestly.
He sat at the reception desk, waiting for Kate like he always did, his chin resting on the desk as she walked towards him, so beautiful his chest was aching.
"You're pretty."
Kate chuckled, kissing the top of his head. "So are you. Sad little puppy."
Anthony sighed, "I just... I didn't have a good day. Eddie didn't answer any of my texts, and... this is stupid, can we just go home?"
Something crossed over Kate's face for a moment before she nodded, tugging on his hand. "Come on."
He took her hand, kept hold of it while Kate drive through the city, kept hold of it as they stood in the lift, Kate jittering nervously for some reason as she tugged him down the hallway, suddenly spinning back towards him as they stood outside.
"Okay, I get this has been a really shitty day today, but if I hadn't, I wouldn't have gotten to see that look on your face."
Anthony's stomach dropped, "What face?"
There was a mischievous little smile on her lips, as she threw open the door, their living room overflowing with their friends and family, waiting for him.
"Surprise!"
"That look." She chuckled, kissing him quickly through his surprise, her lips nipping at his ear before she said, "And if you check your phone, You'll see something for you to... unwrap a little later."
"Tony!" Edwina called, "Stop crying to my roommate! Your fucking cookie's over here!"
But Anthony wasn't paying attention to anyone, not even his own mother calling him over, not even Newton who Edwina had forced into a birthday hat that said Happy Borkday, he dropped his satchel and Kate's at the door, scrambling for his phone, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Oh my god." He let out a gasp as he stared down at them, several pictures, every one of them taken in her office, how he didn't know, but he could see her, sitting behind her desk in nothing but tight black lace, her feet up on the desk, her long legs stretched out as she stared at the camera, the brass nameplate shining in the sun, Miss Kate Sharma Solicitor
She'd sat, in her office, in broad daylight and posed herself in lingerie she'd bought with him in mind, for no-one but him to see.
Kate was leaning back against their kitchen counter, a smug smile on her face as she tossed her hair over her shoulder, talking to her father, but her eyes were burning into Anthony's.
"Tony, are you even listening to me?" Edwina sighed, tugging on his arm.
"Ah, no, I love you, Eddie but your sister just sent me smutty fucking pictures so no, I'm not listening to you at all."
He honestly could barely refrain from Kicking Kate's father out the front door merrily, his heart pounding as he spun around, pressed against the door, as Kate's eyes stalked him across the room, pulling him forward.
"Mr Bridgerton," Her voice was low and firm as she tugged a chair out from under the table, settling it in the middle of the room, "I heard you've been a very good boy today."
Anthony scrambled forward, practically knocking over the chair as he sat in it. "I have, I have been a very good boy today."
Kate hummed, leaning forward pressing her chest against his forehead through her blouse. "Then I suppose you deserve this then. Happy Birthday, Anthony."
And the minute the music started to play and Kate's hips started swaying right in front of him, Anthony realised he didn't actually care if no one else ever celebrated his birthday ever again. So long as Kate kept smiling at him just like this.
Also: Her tits looked incredible in that bustier and he was fairly sure, this was what happened in heaven.
#hurts like heaven#kathony#anthony x kate#kate sharma#kate sheffield#anthony bridgerton#molly’s asks and answers
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Bloodhound. (A Ghost x AFAB!reader fic)
Act One, Chapter Three: Encapture
Literally had to re-upload this because I made such a dumb grammar mistake! Ugh! Anyways, if there are any more, I am so sorry... with the poll added, I can't edit posts and there is so much text to wade through :(.
Also, what the actual heck am I doing with Ghost?! Like, this poor, poor man. This is just turning into 'how far can we push Ghost before he breaks'? This is supposed to be an 'x reader' lmaoo. I mean, 'x reader'?! More like, 'x life-ruiner'.
As for Graves' side... well, uh... Graves has um... a mishap. I really hope these Arcadian Sons come across as scary to you- I'm trying to go for that!
Word count: 11, 570 (the length of this chapter should be a warning)
Warnings: Strong language, violence, gore, mentions of trauma, the sheer length of this chapter and uh... kicks to the groin. (I hate myself.)
You were frozen on the spot, looking at him, one foot ready to take a step forward into the barracks and the other fervent in remaining on the other side of the threshold. Your blood had turned to ice, heat concentrating in your cheeks as you desperately tried to wrack your brain for ideas on how to proceed. However, you had turned to stone under his gaze, thoughts coming to a standstill, unable to form sentences you could understand. This was mortifying, no… this was beyond mortifying. It had been five minutes since your last encounter with Ghost and the image was still fairly fresh in your brain. Your nose wrinkled a little as you cringed slightly, the mere allusion to what you had seen making your stomach twist itself into knots.
Ghost was paralysed too, staring at you. Oh, how you wanted him to pretend you weren’t even there! Although, you could have sworn you saw a bit of yourself in him, that same frazzled expression in his eyes. You were both locked in a stalemate, only electing to act once the other had moved. The two of you could be here for a while… or you couldn’t- provided that one of you would decide to bite the bullet and do something.
As Ghost opened his mouth to speak, he watched you let out a noise which sounded vaguely like distress. Then, like you were never here, you spun on your heel and left, quick footsteps sounding your frantic dash away from the barracks and away from him.
SIghing, the man brought a hand to his masked face.
Yeah, he was positively kicking himself, I should have locked the door.
Once you had gained enough distance, you turned and leaned against the brick wall, digging your hands into your face as you let out an exasperated groan. You should have knocked on the door. Whilst this base wasn’t brimming with personnel, it was still fairly busy. People could be found everywhere, taking advantage of every facility they could get their hands on. Moreover, judging by what Laswell had told you about 141’s ‘great big misadventure’, these guys would most likely pounce on any opportunity to have a hot shower.
Picking your heavy, reluctant feet off the floor, you turn to continue your trek down the corridor, only to be suddenly confronted with Gaz.
You almost jumped out of your skin.
“AHHHH!”
That scream was borderline bloodcurdling.
“Gaaaz…?”
A weak smile crept onto your face as you tried to appear as casual as humanly possible, resting some of your weight on the wall by leaning against it on your side as you stuck up a pair of finger guns.
Smooth. Very smooth.
His brows furrowed together.
“Are you okay, Y/N?” He asked, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Pffft!” You brushed the question aside with the wave of your hands, “I’m fine, I just got a bit spooked. “
“I can tell. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He remarked, chuckling.
You laughed… a little too hard.
Gaz was a little taken aback by your slightly unnerved skittishness but knew at the same time that, if Laswell was to be believed, you had gone through a lot. He didn’t know the details but then again, he didn’t need to know. He got the idea: Y/N was a typical runaway. Almost cartoonishly typical. He had noticed that you had been constantly looking over your shoulder last night, hurrying to places within the base like you were being chased by someone watching you from the shadows and dark crevices. If he was honest, he felt a little sorry for you. It was clear you had been shaken by something. Something that had dealt a heavy blow, and if the gnarly scar running straight down your lip didn’t indicate that, your behaviour did.
“Anyways,” Gaz cleared his throat, “I was wondering if you wanted to join Rudy and me for some yoga? I don’t want to be presumptuous or anything, but… I think you could do with a bit of, you know, mindful meditation?”
His brows gave way to slight worry as awaited your decision, subtly chewing on his lip.
You took a moment to reflect on the offer. You hadn’t really done much yoga before, but it wasn’t like you didn’t know anything about it. Besides, it might help with clearing your head of all the shit that was swirling around inside it: the teeth, the claws, the words they hurled at you along with their bullets… and also this morning.
Yeah. You exhaled softly, It would be stupid to pass this opportunity up.
He couldn’t help but feel a little warm, fuzzy feeling build in his chest as he watched a genuine smile spread across your face.
“Yeah.” You nodded, “I think I could do with a bit of mindful meditation too.”
He gestured for you to follow him and you gladly did so, making an effort to not lag too far behind. The sergeant led you down the corridor, one which headed southwards, opposite to the path which had led you to the bathroom of doom. Soon, he stopped, pushing open a set of fire doors and opening the way to the courtyard, where another man turned to wave at him. Presumably, this was Rudy.
“I see Y/N has decided to join us!” He smiled, “Didn’t you manage to persuade the others?”
Gaz sighed, “Price said he’d rather sit this one out and have a smoke and Laswell is busy with… Laswell stuff.”
“What about Soap and Alejandro?”
“Alejandro’s still finishing up breakfast and Soap said he was good.”
Rudy seemed a bit deflated.
“What did Ghost say?”
“He answered with ‘shower’, pointed in the vague direction of the bathroom and uh… didn’t really say anything after that.”
Rudy wasn’t sure of what to make of that reply but supposed he’d just have to accept it.
“At least we have someone who was happy to give this a shot.” The sergeant major gestured to you, “Let’s hope this CD player works.”
Rudy busied himself with flicking through the various CDs he could find in the cardboard box next to the player, which was precariously placed on a creaky stool, while Gaz began to roll out the mats. As the two got on with setting up, you decided to have a little look around.
This courtyard was a mess of concrete and struggling plant-life, various weeds trying to break through the cracks in the cement, competing with each other for a spot of sunlight. Despite the lack of floral displays or perfect green lawn, the asphalt garden was still somewhat a garden and with that came this atmosphere of tranquillity.
“So,” you shyly began, still eyeing your surroundings, “how come you guys decided to do some yoga?”
“Felt like we needed it, I guess.” Gaz shrugged, setting a mat on the floor.
He dusted off his hands, looking up at you.
“And it also makes me feel a little at home. I used to do this regularly, believe it or not.” He smiled, “But then we had… well, Shepherd and… the stolen missiles… But, you know, we have a moment to breathe now so I’m taking it.”
“As am I!” Rudy added, placing a CD into the player, setting the lid down with a click.
“I see.”
Good on them, you thought to yourself, Good on them!
Perhaps you should make a hobby out of this once you’ve found somewhere to properly settle, eh? You couldn’t help but smile at the thought.
It seemed you were enjoying it so far, relishing in the ‘downward dog’ stretch, feeling your body sing with gratitude as your muscles made a start in releasing some of the tension.
Ghost recognised your voice as he walked down the corridor, catching a glimpse of you in the sunlight, laughing as Gaz tried to keep you steady in a paired ‘tree pose’. He had to admit, it was a strange scene before him, the contentment of Gaz, Rudy, you and the instructional tape’s soundtrack of Tibetan bowls contrasting with the backdrop of armoured vehicles and heavy cargo. Ghost couldn’t help but pause and watch you, no real reason forming behind the action, other than it being most likely boredom.
“Steady, Y/N! You’re going to-”
You and Gaz fell like dominoes, with you landing right on top of him, howling with laughter. Rudy was the only one who remained standing, perfectly balanced, not quivering one bit. A small grin made itself known on his face; even with his eyes closed, he could tell what was going on. Despite you being clearly no good at this, paired poses were most certainly not your thing with how many times you had fallen and taken poor Gaz with you, you couldn’t help but have fun. There was no real weight here to your actions, no real consequence for mishaps, no one scolding you or threatening to cleave your head from your shoulders… errors were allowed to just be. You were allowed to just be.
Ghost was still watching, hooded eyes narrowing in curiosity. He was still trying to see what you were all about. Yesterday didn’t really give much about you apart from politeness and an eager aim to make a good first impression. Last night and this morning had presented a much more skittish side to yourself. And here? Well, here he was seeing certainly a more relaxed Y/N. You were a cackler, he’d give you that, unafraid to conceal your true laugh. Hearty chortles and snickers left your mouth as Gaz made a comment which sent you and Rudy over the edge, your laughs only intensifying as you watched Rudy lose balance and fall down. This yoga session definitely wasn’t about peace and tranquillity, but it didn’t matter, you guys were having a good time. Ghost chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he moved on to go grab something from the mess hall.
He guessed he just liked the way you smiled.
As you were settling down, still wiping tears from your eyes, you spotted a figure in the doorway. Your senses told you this was ‘Ghost’. You felt your heartbeat begin to quicken a little, only to then die down again once you saw him turn and walk away. Like a deer watching a wolf turn back to the forest after a long chase, you completely slackened with relief. He walked on, not even paying you much attention. You followed him with your eyes until he was out of view.
Did he not care?
Should you not care?
Did you overthink that whole exchange? Did you need to run?
Maybe you’d go apologise. It would be a selfish apology, coming from a need to wrap this whole thing up on your end, mark this situation as officially over, but… maybe he wouldn’t care for any reasoning behind your confession and just take it. Not necessarily accept your ‘sorry’, but you didn’t need that from him.
The way he nonchalantly moved on, like you weren’t even there, though most likely recognising you along with Gaz and Rudy, was comforting.
“Okay!” Rudy’s voice broke through your thoughts, “I’ve fast-forwarded it to the… I think it’s called the ‘Shavasana’ part?”
“Yeah, that’s ‘corpse pose’.” Gaz explained, getting up from his cross-legged position to go listen and assess the instructions.
He turned his head, so his ear was facing the speaker, paying close attention to the CD’s soothing voice.
“Yeah,” he nodded to himself, “That’s the ‘cool down’ part.”
Then, the sergeant turned to you.
“I know we’ve been giggly, but I think this part’s going to be better for us if we’re real calm.”
You nodded, trying to get the last of your chuckles out through taking steady breaths as guided by Gaz. You smiled a little, doing your best to focus as Gaz talked you through the breaths.
“In for four.”
You breathed in, counting away in your head.
“Out for six.”
You exhaled, counting again.
“Try to breathe from the bottom of your belly,” Gaz placed a hand on his tummy to show you where he meant, “and then fill your chest with air.”
You did as he said, needing a few goes before you mastered it.
And when you exhaled, breathing out from your chest first, then your belly, it was like a part of you had left with it, dissipating into the air around you.
“How’s that? Feel relaxed?”
You nodded.
All three of you lay side by side, getting comfortable on your backs, ready to enter ‘corpse pose’.
“Now, close your eyes.” The CD instructed, “Place your hands either with your palms facing up to receive or facing downwards on the ground to release.”
Hmm, you pondered to yourself, closing your eyes, Do I want to give or receive?
To let go or accept?
It was a tough call.
There was a lot, particularly a lot of pain, you wanted to give up but at the same time, you wanted to receive the privileges of freedom, or at least have the hope to receive them.
However, if you wanted to receive the boons of your new life, you would first have to properly let go of the restraints of your old one.
Release.
You placed your hands beside you, facing downwards.
Soon, you were back with your old friend, your haunted mind.
In the dark, you could see the formings of your pursuers. Teeth, eyes, claws. Guns, bullets, knives. Body armour tearing, nails rendering your skin.
You had survived them all.
In for four.
They were trying to put you back in the chase, when you were afraid and running from the Red Room.
Out for six.
However, you weren’t afraid enough to picture the setting. The pale moonlight, the forest floor, the echoes of howls and the gnashing of jaws… they were all merely descriptions. Just words. No images, no scenes. You refused to make the sights and smells tangible. Words they were and words they shall remain. You couldn’t be scared forever.
As you lay in your mind, another memory came forth.
An older lamia, the one you had escaped with… who unfortunately didn’t make it. She… you were both held down by those dogs. Unsupervised, they had decided to take punishment into their own hands.
You had seen horrible things. People beaten and bloodied beyond repair. And yet, that lamia… she had said something to you that night.
“You will learn to love men again.”
It was strange, but it stuck with you for some reason.
“You will learn to love men again.”
You had denied it for quite some time, but in this moment of solitude, with it being just you and your thoughts, you decided it was time to acknowledge the apprehension that had been plaguing you the most. You were afraid Laswell’s lot could do what those Arcadian Sons had done. You were afraid they would try something, that they were the same.
You had denied it. However, the only other company you had ever had before were either Arcadian Sons, the whitecoats which studied them and your comrades from the Red Room. And, as for Arcadian Sons, a lot weren’t kind. Not all. But a lot.
As shown by that night.
Unit 4, the ones which had hunted you and your band of escapees, they were monsters. Regardless of what shape they took.
Men like them deserved to be tortured for eternity, put in pits of fire and burned for centuries. Have unspeakable things done to them. You wanted each and every one of those sick fucks to feel your pain, feel the fear you felt.
Fear often wore the dress of anger.
You wouldn’t let anyone hurt you like that ever again. You were in control now.
***
“Oh shit!” 23 smiled, “I got the camcorder working again!”
She held it up, zooming in on the conversing soldiers near the rooftop’s edge.
“Okay,” she was still grinning, eager to present to her imaginary audience, “so here we have 7418 who you guys know already. Then, there’s 7629, 72’s worked with him, and she says he’s alright. Going ‘round the circle, there’s 7152, he trained some of my roommates. And there, the one closest to the edge, that’s our new packmaster! 7223!”
She panned over to get a good view of him between the gesturing hands and shrugging shoulders of his workmates, only to quickly conceal the camera as she watched his masked head turn to face her. 23 muttered an obscenity as she watched him approach.
“Have you been recording this whole time?!” He held his hand out for the device, “Gimme the camera.”
23 looked up at him with big brown eyes, her prized possession remaining close to her chest.
7418 chuckled, placing a hand on Graves’ shoulder.
“Relax, brother. She likes filming things. Besides, it’s not like she gets to keep what she records.”
Phillip slowly turned to look at him, cocking his head to one side.
“The Red Room wipes these things. This is a harmless toy for her, let her play whilst we continue planning.”
Graves looked between 23 and 7418. Underneath the mask was a face of confusion. This was most unorthodox, especially for a guy with his experience of covert ops. Nevertheless, he conceded, letting her continue to film, hoping that 7418 was right and that he wouldn’t get any shit if it turned out that 23 shouldn’t even be in possession of that camcorder and its shell of ‘Hello Kitty’ stickers.
The men stood like gargoyles in front of their twilight backdrop, perched on the rooftop, their faceless heads surveying the streets below, slowly rising to behold the target location: a mansion just beyond the trees, sticking out like a sore thumb. This was tantalising, the target within view. Graves felt his jaw tense, the anticipation for action gripping his body with talons that further and further tightened their hold on him. Out of his periphery, he could see his fellow Arcadian Son, 7152, quiver a little.
Graves felt his heart skip a beat or two, it felt like only yesterday he was here… with 141 and the Vaqueros. Now, however, he was in a completely different position, with a tighter leash around his neck.
One thing that did unnerve him about this mission was… well, their numbers. Back when he was part of the PMC, he had the security and the subsequent confidence that came with knowing there were people to watch your back and also to be made distractions out of. Right now, on the other hand, there were only six of them, counting the lamias.
“We haven’t got much in terms of numbers,” he sighed, turning around to address his men, “So we’re going to have to make a lot of noise to get people to scram and clear the path for Sin Nombre’s extraction.”
“The girls have got some burning canisters on them, haven’t they?” 7629 suggested.
“That’s a whole villa of people though, of obstacles…” 7418 sighed, “I don’t think the canisters will be enough.”
“Well, 72 and 23 can also make ‘em see things as well. That’s what we did on one of my last missions… just made the poor guys think there were fifty of us when there were only twelve.”
“What do you mean 72 and 23 can make people see things?” Graves asked.
“Lamias can put people to sleep, make people hallucinate… they mess with people’s minds.” 7629 explained matter-of-factly, “They’re good for small packs like ours, even if it can be a pain takin’ care of them. Never been one for kids, myself.”
7629 gestured to the two girls doing stupid poses, each vying for their spotlight in front of the camcorder and its grainy footage.
7152 rubbed the back of his neck.
“Takin’ care of them isn’t even the hardest part though. I always find it’s keeping them out of trouble. I’ve seen way too many instances of friendly fire.”
That’s when Graves had a lightbulb moment.
Sift through the herd.
Like a spider pulling together the threads of its web, Graves gathered the information around him and formulated a plan. This was going to be a fairly easy job… provided people stuck to their stations.
“We need ‘em to think we’ve brought a whole army to one villa, then.” He remarked, before getting their attention, “Look, I’ll have the girls have cut the power off and started fucking with people. Then, I need two guys to help keep folks running around like headless chickens. Whilst they’re doing that, I need one of y’all to lead Sin Nombre to me.”
“Take all the glory for yourself?” 7629 scoffed, “Doesn’t seem fair.”
Graves let out a puff of air through his nose.
“For talking back to me, you’re not going to pick your role. You’ll be on crowd dispersal.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” 7629 turned away, groaning.
“Who wants to be on crowd control too?”
7152 raised his arm.
“Great. That leaves you, 7418, to be the heel-snapper.”
“Heel-snapper?”
“I just made that up. You get the idea.”
They all let out small laughs, shaking their heads. However, soon, their laughter faded into silence, and they returned to staring at the villa once more, ready to spring this plan into action.
Though they did possess the appearance and mannerisms of regular covert ops soldiers, it was evident that all were a hair trigger away from rabid chaos.
7418 scratched at his neck, hoping to be able to relieve the itch nibbling away at him under the fabric of his baselayer.
“I haven’t seen Valeria in ages.” He commented as he scratched away, “I used to work for her, you know.”
Graves turned around.
“You worked for Sin Nombre? How’d you end up here?” He asked, curious.
“She sold me.” Was the reply.
“What?!”
“Well, she sold my body. I received a fatal wound from a Vaquero. Where one typically sees loss,” he chuckled wryly, “Valeria saw opportunity.”
Graves sensed there was more coming.
“And?”
“And now she’s stuck with having the Foundation coming back for her services. They let her hide away from the authorities and she has to do us favours. Such is the price of being an ex-employee.”
“Valeria worked at the Foundation?”
“Was a lamia… so I’m told.”
“I see.”
7629 chuckled, taking a deep breath.
“Can’t wait to get on with this, ‘Commander’,” he exhaled contentedly as he turned to Graves, “I haven’t had a good meal in ages.”
“What’s that got to do with the mission, soldier?”
“You’ll see, friend.” Was the mysterious reply.
A few minutes later, a familiar voice crackled a little, the static trying to break it up the words emerging from the radio on Phillip’s chest.
“7223, this is 23. Do you read me?”
He pressed down on his radio.
“Loud and clear, 23. What have you got?”
“We’ve made it to the backdoor, sir.”
“Undetected?”
“Undetected.”
They all breathed sighs of relief, some patting their mates on the back.
“Good job. Pick the lock and get inside. Once you’ve sounded the alarm, we’ll take care of the rest.”
Ssssounded. He cringed at the sound of his own voice. The mouthpiece sitting under his mask, though uncomfortable, did allow him to speak… at the cost of giving him a slight lisp.
“Roger that, sir.”
23 let go of her radio and squatted down beside her teammate. She could hear the quiet clicks and muffled metal groans as 72 tinkered with the lock on the door. Though the mansion had many, much sturdier reinforcements to keep unwanted guests outside… someone had forgotten to brace the entrance to the kitchen. Not that the Las Almas cartel thought that'd be an issue, they were planning a get-together tonight and easy movement to the bins outside was something they were willing to allow now that they had upped the number of guards on patrol.
Getting one of the guys down here would’ve definitely cocked this whole operation up. Graves had suspected that after her previous capture, Valeria had taken further precaution for her next soiree, seeing as she had this place locked up tighter than a miser’s purse. Her confidence oozed from every manned balcony and every dark corner where she had posted a lurking sicario. Self-assured and as cocky as ever, there was no doubt Valeria would be lounging in her seat at the head of some banquet table, feasting while her organisation continued to infect the streets of Las Almas.
“Hurry up!” 23 whispered, spotting an armed sicario passing through the gate, looking to be heading to the side entrance- a.k.a. their hiding spot.
The pick snapped as the words left her mouth and 72 sighed.
“Don’t rush me. I’m trying to get this open without making it look like an intrusion.”
“You’re taking too long…” 23 growled, bringing the scope to her eyes once more, “I got eyes on a guard coming this way.”
“Well, send him the other way.”
23 shook her head.
“Can’t. Don’t want to risk Sin Nombre detecting us.”
72’s shoulders slumped.
“Quicken it up, mate. He’s not slowing down.”
“Shush. I’m trying to focus.”
23 leaned back a little.
“Shush? Don’t you ‘shush’ me. I’m the one watching your back.”
“Well, shut up and keep doing that.”
“You fucking-”
23’s radio crackled.
“Girls, what’s taking so long?” Graves asked.
23 rolled her eyes.
“72’s going at a snail’s pace, sir.”
“And 23 keeps distracting me!”
The younger one turned back to the lock-picker with a face of absolute indignation.
“Am not!”
“Yes, you are!”
“No! You’re-”
Graves stood on the rooftop, staring blankly into the distance as he listened to the girls’ staticy argument continue in hushed voices laced with petty venom. 7629 couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle, shaking his head.
“Yes!”
“No!”
“Yes!”
“No!”
“Yes!”
“You bitch!”
At the sound of that word, something snapped in Graves. Immediately, he pressed down on the radio.
“HEY!” An angry, authoritarian voice burst forth from the small communication devices on 23 and 72’s chests, “Don’t make me come down there. 23, stop harassing your teammate and keep your eyes peeled for anyone who approaches. 72, work faster and don’t talk back to 23, she’s the one keeping both of you alive.”
They both sighed, rolling their eyes, and resumed working in civil silence.
CLICK!
72 did a little fist-pump.
“I’m in!”
Gently, she pushed the door open, and they both headed inside, closing the door behind them. Once the pair were firmly in the building and still out of sight, 72 pressed down on her radio.
“7223, we’re inside. Getting our shrouds on now.”
Graves smiled under his mask.
“Good work. Let me know once you’ve located the fuse box.”
“Copy.”
Graves nodded to 7152 and 7629. Both men left his side, ready to emerge from the shadows of the streets below and terrorise whatever poor cartel member stumbled onto their path.
Meanwhile, oblivious to the intrusion made by two lamias, Valeria and her men sat around an ornate dining table which almost stretched the length of the room. El Sin Nombre currently had a map in front of her showing all the details of the new Vaquero base. Decisive eyes narrowed as she clicked her pen, digesting what her lieutenants had just informed her of.
Those British boys were back and had taken to squatting in the new Vaquero base.
With those wanted men on her doorstep, Valeria knew that someone was going to be crawling to her for her services. Though El Sin Nombre was her official title, the woman wouldn’t have been surprised if someone out there had taken to calling her the ‘Middleman’. It was who she was half the time, the guy who meets you halfway down the line, the steppingstone between Point A and Point B. She was the one who set things in motion. Without Valeria, missiles don’t get moved and people don’t get paid. She was a lifeline to all: for criminals and governments.
Valeria leaned back in her throne, exhaling.
“I want to know if they’re planning on moving any time soon. Once they move, we no longer can do business with anyone who wants them, understood?”
“I’ll let the informant know to keep us posted, boss.”
“Good.” She nodded, “I also want to know if Shepherd has-”
Valeria paused and looked up to the ceiling, feeling the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Something was going to happen. Something wrong was going to happen.
A split second later and she was buried in shadow.
“What the-”
“Is it the Special Forces?”
“Boss, what do we do?”
She swallowed hard.
Shit.
The druglord ran a hand through her hair, looking about for any signs of movement amidst the murk. Nothing.
As for the sounds? Very little which stood out to her, everything layering into one, aggravating cacophony of confusion.
“Get someone to check the power!” She demanded, slapping the shoulder of one of the lieutenants.
He nodded and yelled for a sicario to do their job.
Quiet footsteps walked along the hallway, his path lit by torch light as he peered down the length of his gun, pointing it squarely ahead of him. The sicario kept his breaths steady, knowing he had enough ammo to put down whoever the offenders were.
Cowards.
They wouldn’t even show their faces.
He got to the staircase and turned back, staring at its side.
The door to the cupboard under the stairs had… vanished. Under the black balaclava, brows furrowed. The sicario could have sworn the door to the fuse box was right here. He squinted a little, hoping that perhaps he’d be able to spot the outline marking its presence once his eyes adjusted to the darkness.
However, it was gone!
Valeria gritted her teeth.
“This isn’t Special Forces…” She muttered under her breath.
Then, turning to her closest and most useful underlings, she yelled in Spanish, “Alvaro! Lucas! Elian! Stay close to me!”
They bunched up together, guns loaded and ready. All she needed now was the first sign of action, then she’d know which direction to run in.
“Boys, whatever you do… don’t shoot them unless absolutely necessary.”
“What?”
“Just do as I say!”
The men nodded. She sounded like she knew what she was doing, like she had been in this situation before. Experience bore knowledge, and they weren’t looking to question her any time soon. Especially after Diego. After he decided to take matters into his own hands and expose Sin Nombre to the Vaqueros and their gringo friends… Well, the Las Almas Cartel finally got its first taste of near-death. Valeria never wanted that to happen ever again.
Through the dark, they saw the shape of the sicario return.
“Ma’am! I can’t find the fuse box!”
“What?” She scoffed, “What do you mean?”
“I could’ve sworn it was the door under the stairs but when I looked…”
“When you looked?”
“Nothing.”
I knew my senses wouldn’t fail me.
She smiled resignedly as she turned back to her lieutenants. It was them, wasn’t it? And they had brought their kid-soldiers with them.
“We do not separate. Understood? We need to be touching at all times.”
Once more, they nodded.
The last thing Valeria wanted was someone sneaking up on her, let alone a little girl wielding a knife that was clearly made for an adult soldier. Weirdly enough, a mild wave of nostalgia overtook Valeria for a second. She remembered being that little girl, holding the knife of her overseer, wielding it like she knew how to use it. Whoever tripped the power, they should run whilst they still had time.
A creak sounded overhead. Valeria kept deathly quiet, bringing a hand to her face to dampen her breaths. She advised her men to do the same. Thump. Thump. Thump. Footsteps echoed above.
Any minute now. Any minute now.
BANG!
“AHHHHHH!”
Gunshots and screams ensued and the signature drumbeat of someone tumbling down the stairs told Valeria that now it was time to run.
“7223, this is 72. Sin Nombre is currently holed up in the main dining room on the ground floor. I got three guys here that 23 and I are trying to… ‘convince’ that the whole Mexican army have broken down the door.”
Graves grinned under his mask; the sounds of men howling numbers, which were constantly increasing in order of magnitude, signified that those girls were doing their job and doing it well.
“Roger that. 7629 and 7152 are makin’ some noise to try and disperse the rest of the crowd. Do your best to send her up to me.”
“Where are you?”
“Second floor. Entered via an open window in the study. 7418’s coming to you.”
“Copy.”
“Remember, this goes for you and 23, we want to make as much noise as possible, so don’t try and start any fights. Just clear the way for Sin Nombre. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
The two girls kept posted by the cupboard under the stairs, making sure that every single person who walked past it saw nothing but plain wood and saw that the halls were teeming with soldiers. 23 felt the sound in her chest as someone behind them was thrown down, slamming into the bottom step before landing onto the floor, too broken to even think about getting up. Jogging down the stairs, gun in hand was 7418 as expected. He casually flicked a loc over his shoulder as he hunted around for the girls.
Sniffing the air, he managed to catch a whiff of something familiar. He turned to face their direction.
Just to make sure, he pressed down on his radio.
“7418, here. Am I looking at 72 and 23 right now? Are you two standing by the cupboard under the stairs?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Okay, great. Get out of your shrouds and follow me.”
“Roger.”
He watched the two girls fade back into existence a few feet across from him, the dark hiding their shapes from everyone but him. If 7418 didn’t have his mask on, his eyeshine would be breaking through the dark like two ghostly peepers.
They made their way to the dining room, hoping Valeria would be there, just as how they had left her. Except, she wasn’t. It wasn’t much of an issue, however, seeing as a door had been left to swing wide open, leading to a study connecting the dining room to yet another hallway. They could hear her distant calls for order as she watched the entire house unravel all around her.
7418 grinned under his mask. This was going to be fun.
As ‘heel-snapper’, it was his job to get the prey into 7223’s clutches and that was what he was going to do. He ran into the dining room, girls following closely behind, watching his six. A low growl rumbled from deep within his chest as he pointed his gun around, jumping to aim at any slight sign of movement.
He caught sight of a man sat in the corner, cowering.
7418 lowered his weapon, squatting down before the hunched figure.
“Where is Sin Nombre?” He asked in his native Spanish.
The quivering mess shakily pointed to the door leading out of the dining area into yet another hallway, which, no doubt, led back to the main staircase.
“Thank you.”
With that, he got up and let the guy be.
It was chaos in this mansion: people were screaming, throwing things at walls, hoping to hit non-existent soldiers, while others lay curled up on the floor, muttering nonsense, brains reduced to a frothing, frantic mess under the influence of those two potent lamias.
Valeria pushed sicarios out the way, chucking them down the stairs as she clambered haphazardly up to the first floor. She didn’t dare look back, knowing already that someone was hot on her tail. It was an Arcadian Son, she could sense it, an aura of something drawing nearer and nearer, the stench of iron filling her nose. As the woman made it to the top of the staircase, she readied herself to take a right and dash into the nearest room she could find, hoping to perhaps use an open window or balcony exit to escape. However, that plan was thwarted as a sicario burst from her target room, tripping and landing on the floor with a thud. As he tried to scramble back onto his feet, a Son appeared from the dark depths of that boudoir, the lower front of his mask lifted to reveal a mouth coated in saliva.
They were such beasts.
Valeria shuddered, encouraging her remaining lieutenants to keep close to her and not to look at what would become of that poor sicario.
Not that they needed to look, the sounds of bones crunching and gurgling screams said it all.
The next floor would have to do, she couldn’t afford to waste time looking for another room on this floor.
Her pursuer was still after her and she caught a glimpse of him as she rounded the corner to grab hold of the next set of bannisters. As she saw him, her heart picked up the pace, recognising those reddish brown locs.
Jaime.
He watched her eyes soften.
Why bother? 7418 found this laughable, you are the reason I’m here.
His clawed gloves dug into the railing’s wooden surface as he drew himself up the staircase.
Valeria’s heart was in her mouth, watching the faceless demon draw nearer and nearer, throwing formidable cartel members out of the way like they were nothing but inconvenient obstacles. She was now down to two lieutenants, with Lucas meeting his premature end via a bullet through the eye socket, going straight through his brain.
“7418 here. Target is heading up to the second floor via the main staircase.”
“Copy. Herd her up to the second floor. I’m moving into the master bedroom now. Found a few guys here that aren’t backing down.”
“Roger. I’m gonna have the girls throw a canister down to clear more of the way, make sure your mask’s filter is on.”
“Copy that.”
7418 gestured for 72 to throw another burning canister onto the ground and smoke out the rest of the floor as they reached the top of the staircase. She did so, chucking yet another metal container into the air, watching it slam to the ground and begin hissing. Another blanket of white smoke had been left in their wake, causing those who hadn’t leapt out of windows to start choking, gasping for air as their eyes teared up.
23 made sure to keep any rasping victims of the crowd control continuously subdued, gesturing to 72 to continue to be backup for 7418 as she split from the trio. 23 had made the staircase her domain now, creeping over to each and every convulsing body, quickly putting them into a deep slumber with the cold kiss of her mind.
Only the lights from the city outside and the swarming flashlights of bewildered patrons guided her way, pupils constantly switching from being blown out to constricting. Her eyes ached, but not as much as her legs. Her thighs burned, adrenaline fuelling her to keep going as she clawed her way up the stairs to the second floor, hoping to find a quick exit onto the rooftop and maybe then she could disappear into the city. Remnants of the gas from below scratched at the back of her throat, ragged breaths rasping a little.
“7418, I’m back in the study.”
“Understood. Making my way there now.”
Valeria stopped at the crossroads at the top of the staircase, she could see that the study had an open window, which swung back and forth in the breeze.
However, there was also the master bedroom and its balcony.
Decisions. Decisions.
She looked behind and saw 7418 was still there.
In the heat of the moment, she did something which she would soon realise was a grave mistake. Valeria grabbed one of her lieutenants and pushed him towards the door to the master bedroom, hoping the sudden movement would distract the Foundation dog long enough for her and whoever was left behind to make an escape.
As expected, though he was playing along, she watched 7418 dive after him, grabbing the lieutenant before he could scramble away.
She didn’t care to look at what would become of him, dashing into the study and slamming the door behind her, locking it.
Panting, she took a moment to collect herself and her breaths.
“Boss! What the fuck?!”
“It was the only way, Alvaro! Now, stay close. Please.”
Shakily, he nodded as Valeria ran to the other side of the room to close the other door, locking it.
She could see the gas starting to seep through from underneath and promptly pulled her scarf over her nose and mouth, gesturing for Alvaro to do the same. Both of them, with their faces covered, rummaged round the study for weapons. With an adrenaline-filled, giddy giggle, Alvaro located a handgun.
“Great! Okay, let’s-”
Valeria was interrupted as the door to the study, the one she had just locked, was ripped cleanly off its hinges.
“Hey.”
She drew in a breath, edging towards the window, only for the masked soldier to fire at it, causing her to reel back with a yelp.
“Don’t.” He spoke with a southern accent, though it was slightly distorted, presumably by the mask’s modulator, “No one needs to get hurt here.”
She scoffed.
“Sin Nombre, you’re coming with us.”
“Whatever it is the Foundation wants this time… Tell them I refuse.” Valeria did her best to keep her head high.
“You and I both know they won’t be taking ‘no’ for an answer.”
She watched him take a step closer… and she took a step back. Valeria knew she recognised that voice, or at least this one sounded familiar to someone she had met fairly recently. Who was it? Her panicked mind couldn’t quite place him…
“Stand down and come with us.”
Valeria couldn’t. She couldn’t this time. She was sick and tired of these fuckers and their featureless, ghoulish faces.
“I’m giving you a chance here, girl.” Graves’ patronising call for civility made her blood boil.
Whilst Valeria still had some patience left to actually decide if it would be foolish to see if she had enough adrenaline and fear left in her to make a run for it, her remaining lieutenant’s patience had long since run dry. He looked between the two of them, before raising his gun and…
“ALVARO! DON’T-”
BANG!
Graves recoiled, the sound of something shattering like glass filling the room as he clutched his mask.
“Canister broken. Alert. Canister broken.” An automated voice called out from within his helmet.
He looked down to see, along with the shards of broken canister, red liquid coating his gloved palm, dripping from it.
“Alert. Canister broken. Alert-”
Valeria looked to her lieutenant, fuming.
“Idiot! What have you done?!”
“What are you talking about? He was going to-”
Their voices faded into white noise as Graves’ head began to pound. A pain pulsed, seemingly from the back of his skull, moving across to fester behind his eyes. He groaned, holding his head in his hands as the pain only increased in intensity.
Valeria watched with wide eyes as he staggered forward, red fumes spewing from the broken canister.
This was her opportunity, she made her way to climb out the window, only for those very fumes to suddenly lunge at her, her throat seizing up. Valeria clawed at her neck, coughing, lowering herself from her perch on the windowsill.
He could hear his heartbeat drum away in his ears. Something inside him burned.
“Alert. Alert. Alert.” The automated voice drawled on, “Please, remove your canisters.”
With the coordination of a drunk, Graves’ arm sloppily moved to his lower half of his face and twisted. The shattered canister was removed, along with the intact one, both slipping out of his grip and landing on the mahogany floor.
Despite this sudden setback, the mission was still on for Phillip, and he staggered forward, reaching out for Valeria.
Wheezing with the noxious gases of both the crowd control seeping in from outside and whatever was leaking from the soldier’s canisters, Valeria tottered back, trying to make out some clarity through her blurred vision.
Graves’ legs suddenly gave way for a brief second and he found himself slipping, grabbing hold of the writing desk which stood between him and his quarry, using it for support.
“Removing muzzle.” The helmet announced.
The mechanism hissed and Valeria and her lieutenant watched the lower half of his mask segment. Two triangular pieces pushed forward before moving up, revealing a mouth hung slightly open. Strings of saliva dripped from his lips as he took in deep breaths, sounding like he was struggling to breathe himself. She knew what was happening, she knew, and she needed to act before he did.
Throw and run. Throw and run.
Valeria pushed Alvaro towards the Arcadian Son, watching him catch the man, holding him tightly by the shoulders. Alvaro whimpered, looking at him with a face of confusion and dread. The man squirmed a little, fighting against Phillip’s grip, only for it to tighten.
Graves needed those canisters back… or at least a suitable replacement. The smell. The smell!
Blood… he needed blood.
His fingers dug into the lieutenant’s upper arms. A certain uneasiness had made itself known. It was like Phillip was falling asleep, and yet, his body was very much awake and working. Conscious thought was beginning to fade. The room was spinning around him. There was nausea mixed with this insatiable need.
The muscles in his jaw tensed, teeth grinding against each other.
Hungry… the sensation articulated, Hungry…
Time had come to a standstill. It was just Phillip and the man caught in his claw-like grasp.
Those canisters… what they had… he needed that. He needed that now!
Hungry… Hungry… Hungry… HU-
CRACK! SNAP! SQUELCH!
Alvaro let out an unholy cry as the monster unhinged its jaw and sunk its teeth into his neck. Valeria’s eyes widened in horror, the bile rising in her throat as she beheld the thing reel its head back, a chunk of Alvaro in its mouth, before spitting out the piece of flesh and diving in for seconds. Alvaro tried to lean back, to avoid the jaws, but its teeth had a sure grip on him, and he was swiftly pulled back to Phillip’s armoured chest.
Again, another screech.
Wet red coated the soldier’s lips as its tongue ran over its teeth, licking up the fruits of its hunt.
The lieutenant was dead now, hanging limp in the animal’s jaw as it shoved him onto the floor, continuing its feast.
She was paralysed, the gases slowly clouding her thoughts as she watched it shake its head side to side, grabbing hold on some of the more… resistive tissue. Arteries, tendons, muscles, all were either chewed on or cast aside.
What was before her was an animal, wearing the skin of a man, and wearing it poorly. She felt her legs give way and Valeria fell to the ground.
The noise of her fall made the creature stop. It looked up at her. Even though she couldn’t see its eyes thanks to the mask still covering most of the soldier’s face, she knew it was staring at her. It snarled, baring its fanged teeth. She was paralysed, fixed in place, her vision blurring as she watched it rise from the ground and approach her frozen body. She wanted to run, wanted to scream but she was too weak now.
Valeria didn’t know what stung more: her helplessness or her still-burning, fervent desire to just run.
The last thing she saw was the shape of the Arcadian Son squatting down before her, hand reaching out to her face.
She had succumbed to the fumes of the open blood canister.
***
You were positively famished. Gaz watched you pile your tray with as much food as you could before you came to your senses and realised any more would be deemed as… excessive. Food was one of the finest pleasures in life and you were not passing up on this opportunity for a hot meal- that was for sure!
Coming back from the kitchens and into the mess hall was a feast for the senses. The sounds of chatter and clinking cutlery, the visuals of many crowded around long tables, hunched over stools, the smells of warm meals and the odd beverage. You couldn’t help but feel a little overwhelmed, taking it all in as Gaz led you to the table 141 were sat at.
Gaz placed himself next to Price, nudging him as the man turned from looking at Laswell’s laptop to greet the sergeant.
Your heart fluttered a little as you searched for somewhere to sit.
Laswell was sandwiched between Price and Soap.
Rudy’s empty space had just been snagged by his friend, who you heard Rudy address as ‘Alejandro’.
That only left the empty stool next to Ghost.
Ah.
This was fine! No biggie! You’d just set your tray down and begin…
As you made to sit, you saw the man look over to you from the corners of his eyes.
You swallowed hard, sheepishly sitting next to him, trying not to combust under that powerful gaze. It was like his eyes were irradiated; there was just something about them, the way he appeared both uncaring and almost drowsy and yet still very much aware of his surroundings. He was like a sleeping lion.
“Mind if I sit here?” You did your best to be as friendly as possible, hoping to thaw out his slightly… frosty demeanour.
“Well, you’re already sat.” He gestured to you with his cup.
Right, yeah… stupid question.
You chuckled, putting your tray down.
That was when Laswell looked up from her screen.
“Oh?” She remarked, “Hungry, aren’t we?”
You rolled your eyes.
“No! No!” Laswell raised her hands, “It’s good! You should eat up. I’m sure you haven’t had a good meal in a while.”
She smiled encouragingly and you exhaled through your nose… and then began to eat. Although you were incredibly hungry, you still wanted to show you had good table manners and so elected to not inhale everything on your tray. As you ate, you could feel Ghost’s eyes were still on you.
Just get it over with, you supposed.
“Look,” your stool creaked a little as you turned to face him, “I’m… sorry about this morning. I should have knocked, honestly, it was a stupid-”
“No.” He shook his head, “I’m sorry. I should have locked the door.”
Huh? You thought you were the one saying sorry here… Great, now you felt obliged to really say sorry.
You had expected him to just go ‘okay’ or huff or whatever… you thought it would end there.
However, his apology had thrown a spanner in the works.
“No…” You sighed, “I’m sorry. I came in. I saw your arse. My fault.”
Ghost’s eyes narrowed a little. That didn’t sound as apologetic as the previous one. Now, it just sounded like you were trying to assert something here.
“Y/N. It’s fine. I should have locked the door and-”
“And I should have not been so absent-minded. I’m sorry.”
Okay, what is going on here?
He leaned back a little, peering at you quizzically.
“Are you really apologising or are you just trying to prolong this for some reason?”
“No! I’m saying I’m sorry.” You pointed to yourself, looking perplexed by his response.
“Yeah and?”
“And what?”
“Well,” Ghost scratched the back of his neck, “It feels like you’re not saying sorry.”
“But I am. I feel bad about what happened.”
“Yeah, I do too.” He chuckled, “You’re already probably traumatised enough and then you had to see that in the early hours of the morning.”
“Your tan line was pretty stark.” You mumbled.
“What did you say?”
“Nothing.”
Ghost looked like he was about to say something probably a bit too harsh. Hence, he stopped and re-evaluated.
“Y/N.” He began, “What… Okay, what do you expect to get out of this conversation?”
You were very straightforward with your answer.
“I say sorry and I, uh, expected that you would kinda accept it.”
“Yeah.”
“Except that didn’t happen.” You thought out loud, “You ended up saying sorry.”
He nodded.
“And now I’m thinking that I need to emphasise that I’m sorry, so you get the message that I’m sorry because I am sorry, and I didn’t mean to see you naked and-”
“WHAT?” Soap blurted out from across you two.
Now, the entire table was looking at you and Ghost.
Gaz’s jaw was on the floor. Price had paused mid-bite, his spoonful of porridge slopping back into his bowl. Both of Rudy’s eyebrows were raised, whilst Alejandro looked over his shoulder, not taking his eyes off of the two of you as he brought a cereal bar to his mouth. Laswell had a face of both horror and confusion.
“There’s context here, I promise.” You tried to explain, looking back at Ghost to help you out.
“Shower.” He replied.
“I think we need some elaborating there, bud.”
Soap nodded, looking at the two of you with wide eyes and a grimace… which was slowly evolving into a mischievous grin.
“I was in the shower.” The lieutenant explained.
“And were you also in the shower, Y/N?” Someone asked, albeit dreading the possible answer.
“No. I came in and accidentally stumbled upon him.”
Then, you shuddered.
“There was not much left to the imagination.” You said aloud, not realising it was to the whole group.
“Y/N!” Ghost growled.
Only for Soap to burst out laughing, slapping his knee as Price did his best to contain himself. Gaz doubled over, cackling as Rudy just shook his head, sighing. Alejandro covered his mouth with his free hand. Meanwhile, Laswell was doing her best not to join in with the raucous laughter, twisting her face into all kinds of expressions.
Ghost tried to hide, placing his hand on his forehead. Under that mask, undoubtedly, he was bright red.
You were astounded, coming to the revelation that you had just blurted that out.
Oh gosh!
Biting down on your lip, you turned to Ghost.
“I am so-”
“Sorry?” He finished your sentence for you, “You better be, Y/N.”
You had such a large grimace on your face, your insides collapsing in on themselves as your brain wracked itself for a possible solution to this mess.
“They’ve only been here, what, two days? And they managed to see Ghost… Ghost! Of all people! Ghost naked?!” Alejandro shook his head, “Amazing! I have to commend you, friend!”
Oh, how you wanted to just keel over and die, once more!
“Well, I… uh…” You scratched your cheek, “I… didn’t mean to-”
“Honestly, Y/N,” Soap managed to get out between fits of laughter, “You’ve done us all proud. I know you’re not officially part of the team, but you have made 141 history!”
He held his hand out.
You looked to Ghost, who looked to be shrinking further and further away from everyone.
“Soap, they are not going to shake your hand over seeing my bare arse.” The lieutenant sighed.
The sergeant blew a raspberry at him and twitched his fingers, beckoning for you.
“Come on!”
You smiled, politely declining… for Ghost’s sake.
“I swear,” Price couldn’t help but let out a snicker, “Laswell brings in the most bizarrely impactful people I ever meet.”
Kate looked over to him, rolling her eyes.
“I often find highly skilled people are often some of the most… eccentric.”
“Y/N’s skilled?” Soap studied you, curiosity alight in his eyes.
“Oh please!” Laswell returned her gaze to her laptop, dragging something with her mouse, “Don’t even bother sparring with them.”
Soap had other plans, however. He took Kate’s words as a challenge and a hunger to test your mettle was set aflame in him.
“Alejandro and I were sparring before lunch. Maybe after we finish up, you and I could hit the mat?”
“Uh…” Your eyes fell to Laswell, who looked over the edge of her laptop screen, shaking her head.
Bad idea, Y/N. Don’t do it!
“As much as I’d love to, Soap… I think I’ll have to-”
“I got a better idea.” Gaz interrupted, “Y/N and Ghost.”
‘Ooohs’ and ‘aaaahs’ circulated round the table, people nodding their heads in agreement.
Laswell was now boring holes into your skull, shaking her head so vigorously that you thought it might come clean off.
Soap looked to the masked lieutenant.
“What do you say, sir?”
Ghost leaned back in his seat, pausing to think.
Please say ‘no’. Please say ‘no’. Say ‘no’ so then I don’t have to say ‘no’.
“Fuck it.” He sighed, resting his forearms on the table as he brought himself forward, “You placing a bet?”
“Two-hundred-and-twenty-five pesos.” Soap slammed his fist down on the table.
“What is that?” Price stroked his moustache, “Ten quid?”
“Yep.”
“You could buy a lot of bars from the vending machine with that.” Gaz muttered under his breath.
“What say you, Y/N?” Price retrieved his hat from under the table, placing it one his head, “Do you think you could take on the Ghost?”
You looked to Ghost, examining him.
He was a big fella, and you were pretty sure he could snap you in half like a pencil if he wanted to. Yeah, if you were just your average joe, you’d be fucked. However, lucky for you, you weren’t your run-of-the-mill soldier. Maybe you could stand a chance? Or at least, hold your own just a bit longer than the average person?
As you were about to open your mouth, Laswell suddenly spoke up.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea having Y/N fight. I mean,” she seemed to have an unusually nervous tone, “they’ve probably been through a lot already. It wouldn’t be fair.”
The soldiers all turned to face you.
Sure, you were scarred for life but at the same time, you had this really crippling disease called ‘a sense of pride’. As the men had been discussing who would win and once that wager was announced… you sort of… you were getting the feeling… Look, you wanted to win.
Maybe a bit of sparring could help too. The yoga had been could for some much-needed contemplation, but you were undeniably buzzing with energy that needed an appropriate outlet. All that anxiety, all that fear, it needed somewhere to go other than fester inside you.
After all, you were in control now. You could do as you pleased.
In spite of Laswell’s clear discouragement, you decided to take matters into your own hands.
“You’re on.” You said to Ghost.
He let out a ‘hmph’ and picked up his empty tray.
“Meet me in the garage when you’re ready.”
You nodded.
“I look forward to it.”
As you followed Soap to the garage, Laswell grabbed your arm.
“Y/N!” She sounded a little breathless, like she had ran after you, “This is a bad idea. You can’t do this.”
“Why not? I… I want to, Kate.”
“You could seriously hurt him, kid.”
You scoffed.
“Please! Hurt him? The man is built like a goddamn fridge. I think I should be more worried about me.”
Laswell shook her head.
“They’re not Sons. They aren’t gonna hit you as hard you think they will, you can’t counter like you usually would.”
“I’ll be careful, Kate. I promise.”
“You have to be, Y/N. Please.”
You nodded; your face sincere.
Laswell let out a shaky sigh and continued down the corridor to the garage with the rest of the group.
Alejandro pushed the door open to the garage, the sound of the radio filling your ears as you entered.
He whistled to catch his Vaqueros’ attention.
“¡Despeja el área para el combate!”
They nodded and moved their boxes and makeshift workbenches away from the far end of the room. Then, those same men gathered around, forming a small horseshoe which 141 gladly made themselves additions to, sitting on rucksacks or simply on the floor.
Alejandro turned to the group.
“We are staking two-hundred-and-twenty-five on this! Place your bets on either Y/N… or Ghost.”
People took out their money, putting it either Price’s hat to wager on Ghost, or Gaz’s cap to bet on you.
As the hats were brought to Alejandro to put in his wager, he noticed Gaz’s cap was significantly lighter than Price’s hat, which drooped a little under the heavier weight.
Poor kid… he thought to himself.
He did feel bad not a lot of people had faith in you, but with that he had seen and heard about Ghost, regrettably, Alejandro had to put down his money on the lieutenant.
The overhanging lights flickered a little as Laswell watched with bated breath, chewing on the skin of her index finger as she watched you limber up.
“Come on, Lt!” Soap yelled.
You watched Ghost shed the last of his overlayers, so now he was in merely the standard olive-green shirt and his camo trousers.
Yep, you could feel your nerves getting to you a little.
He was built to kill with strong arms, strong legs and well, a strong torso. That man could probably stay in a plank for a century.
You swallowed hard, letting out a sharp exhale, and raised your arms into a guard.
Alejandro stood between you two, his arm dividing your sides of the imaginary ring.
“Ready…”
Come on.
“Three…”
I can do this!
“Two…”
If I can fight off Arcadian Sons, I can fight off this guy.
“One…”
Oh, he looks really scary though!
“Go!”
To Ghost’s surprise, you charged first, striking upwards, hoping to punch straight through his skull. He dodged with minimal effort, hoping to make for a quick jab to your stomach only to then be met with a swift uppercut.
“Ouch!” Soap winched, watching his lieutenant stagger back in surprise, clutching the lower half of his face.
The room had fallen into silence, and you looked around, wondering why.
That’s when you heard laughter.
You turned to face Ghost.
“Nice one.” He said before he swung at you.
You yelped, blocking it, before coming in with a counterstrike.
He blocked with his forearms, easily, and you punched, hitting him hard. He staggered back a little but didn’t drop his guard. Hoping to catch him where he wasn’t protecting himself, you aimed and swung at Ghost once more. However, he was as quick as you, despite what you had initially thought, and swiftly brought one of his arms around both of yours, trapping you in the crook of his elbow.
You squirmed, trying to fight his grip but he was stronger than you.
He spun you around, looking down at you with those piercing brown eyes. You snarled in reply, continuing to wriggle about.
Soap couldn’t help but chuckle as he watched the two of you.
“They look absolutely tiny compared to him.” He commented to Gaz.
“Size isn’t everything.” Was Gaz’s reply.
Ghost could feel himself starting to get a little cocky as you desperately tried to writhe out of his grip. He was just too strong, fixing you in place. He could see there was fire in your eyes, but it was pretty much useless, you were stuck to him like glue.
Again, he spun you around, almost making a display of this.
You groaned, pushing against him with all you could, leaning back as far as your body let you.
“Alejandro,” Ghost hollered, “Come on!”
He gestured to you struggling.
“This is hardly a fair fight!”
Alejandro looked to the crowd, wondering if he should call it quits.
You gritted your teeth and suddenly, like it was nothing, you broke free from him. Then, it was a flurry of fury. You punched him in the face, kneed him in the gut, grabbed him and-
The whole room gasped as you picked up a man, clearly much heavier than you, and threw him to the floor, over your shoulder.
Ghost rolled out the way as your boot landed on the ground, a small quake shaking in his chest from the impact. Being extra careful now, he tried to get behind you.
Now, it was his turn to let the bodies hit the floor.
As you were about to turn and strike upwards, he struck below, grabbing your legs. He lifted you up and dropped you. You fell face-first onto the ground, the wind getting knocked out of you.
Just about recovering, you made to get up. That was when Ghost hit your back. Hard.
“I call that move ‘the bellyflop’.” Soap remarked, eliciting a small chuckle from Price.
Gaz winced, feeling the pain in your voice as you let out a loud groan.
Laswell felt as though something was caught in her chest. This was going too far for her; she was afraid something was going to happen. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.
“Okay, I think we’re good.” Kate made to get up, “Alejandro, can we call this off?”
“Come on, Laswell! Give Y/N a chance. We’ve not even been here five minutes.”
She shook her head.
You crawled on your belly, desperately trying to get away from him. You could see Ghost’s shadow approaching.
Panic. Panic. Panic. PANIC!
He was after you. After your blood.
Your breaths grew shallow, and you could feel the adrenaline course through you.
Got. To. Get. Up. Got. To Get. Away.
The shadow of a hand was raised, coming for you.
Your eyes widened.
Laswell, chuckled, though there was no humour behind it.
“No. I think we’ve seen-”
Ghost let out a bloodcurdling scream as you raised yourself and donkey-kicked him… Right in the crotch.
Everyone gasped.
Soap couldn’t even look.
Price felt his soul leave his body.
You turned around and got up onto your feet, keeping your guard up.
Ghost had bent over, hissing in pain.
You were back in the room.
Like you had woken up from a dream, clarity dawned on you, and you realised who you were fleeing from.
What had just happened?
You were… Oh…
You were back in the room.
“Sorry,” you peered at him through your raised arms, “that was a strong kick to your gut.”
“You didn’t… kick… my…” He couldn’t even finish his sentence, a wave of nausea getting to him.
“Medic!” Gaz yelled, running out of the room, “I’m getting a medic!”
His footsteps echoed down the corridor.
You put a hand over your mouth, connecting the dots, and ran to Ghost’s side.
“Holy shit! Holy shit!” Your heartrate had skyrocketed, hands clammy as you hover them over him.
Soap got up and immediately coming to Ghost as soon as he saw the guy was in pain for real.
“What have I done?!” You whimpered, “Shit!”
“You didn’t use all your strength, did you?” Laswell asked.
You shook your head.
“No! No! I’m not stupid. Why would I-”
“I feel like I’m gonna vomit.” Ghost rasped.
“Fucking hell!” Price got up from his seat, “I’m gonna go see if Gaz has got a hold of someone. Keep by his side and don’t make this worse.”
“Let’s lie him on his back.” Laswell instructed.
You all did so, easing Ghost onto the ground. You were properly freaking out, praying you hadn’t damaged anything permanently.
Kate looked so disappointed, which felt worse to you for some reason. You’d rather she’d just jumped down your throat instead of this. This felt heavy. This felt constricting. The very air you were breathing was weighted with what you had just done.
“Hold my hand, sir.” Soap pleaded.
“No… Johnny, I… I don’t need to hold your hand.” Ghost slapped his hand away with a grumble.
“I am so sorry!” You squeaked out.
“You… You… Oh God… Fuck me, Y/N.”
Ghost lay his head on the floor, trying to breathe out the waves of sharp agony and nausea. The room was beginning to spin, and it was so painful down there that Ghost couldn’t even tell what kind of pain he was in. From hot to cold, to burning, to feeling like someone had stabbed him right up there… Oh God… he was seeing stars!
A poor medic came rushing through the crowd, looking beyond fed up.
“You stupid, stupid men!” She scolded you all, “What happened to him?”
“Y/N kicked him in the balls.”
“Oh sweet Jesus.” She pinched the bridge of her nose.
Then, the medic sighed, “Ghost, can you stand?”
“No…”
“Okay,” she turned to face all of you, “could you give this man some privacy, please?”
They all immediately got up and left.
“I can’t believe this.” She muttered under her breath as she got out her first aid kit.
As you were about to go and contemplate how to avoid Ghost and his inevitable wrath, Soap tapped your shoulder.
“Hey, Y/N. We can wait in the corridor if you like. I’m sure he’ll be fine but, you know, I want to make sure and uh… I don’t exactly want to be waiting on my own.”
#bloodhound fic#cod mw22#cod mwii fic#cod mwii werewolf au#ghost cod#ghost cod x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#y/n is a walking disaster#Dear Mr Riley I am truly sorry#phillip graves cod#valeria garza cod#soap is a pot-stirrer#as is gaz#gaz is such a stirrer
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Hi! Um, sorry, I've been on Tumblr like, less than a year, and I'm bad at interacting with people, so seeing you pop in here was a.... Welcomed surprise!
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My weekly roundup CW 17
I try to write down my thoughts after watching stuff to create a little weekly ranking in relation to the previous week on my, most of the times, quiet sundays (and because I love lists!). These are just my personal opinions and preferences.
And yes, this may contain spoilers!
→ 1. The Eighth Sense (9+10/10 Final)
Phew. How should I sum up my feelings about it? Korea has a knack for good stories, for me, anyway. And this story is definitely one of my favorites and one of the best I've seen so far. And you can tell it's leaning more towards western television. You can notice the Skam notation and also a bit of the Young Royals setting. But what about the last episodes?
I knew there was going to be a happy ending because I was spoilered thanks to MDL, since the movie has already aired in Korea. Nonetheless, for me the journey is the destination, I also like to spoil myself on purpose sometimes. Because while I knew it would end well, I didn't know what the journey would be like. And the way was so beautiful! JaeWon is slowly realizing that his life belongs to him and he won't be better off if he excludes JiHyun from it. He worries so much about not hurting others, about what he thinks is good for others, without looking at what the others might want. He hurts JiHyun much more by avoiding him and excluding him from his life, and he's starting to realize that. And yes, in the end they meet again and this reunion climaxes in such an unbelievably great kiss and a night where both of them can hardly sleep because they can't stop looking at each other and finally enjoying each other's closeness. And JaeWon is completely absorbed in the role of "it's now or never, you only live once and screw everyone else". He's with JiHyun and he doesn't give a shit who knows it all then.
And the message of it all: they don't know if they'll make it and stay together, but that doesn't stop them from trying anyway, giving themselves a chance and believing in something positive. It's worth allowing some happiness and love in your life. I am thrilled by this series. The only thing that bothered me a bit was the "reconciliation" with EunJi and TaeHyung.
↑ 2. My Story (3/10)
I was so looking forward to the next episode. Not necessarily because of the good acting of the main couple or their chemistry, but because of Zeke and Fifth! I got a really bad second-couple-syndrome! They're just so cute together, even though I really didn't need the close-ups of their feet! But Fifth was jealous! Ahhhh! And makes no bones about finding men attractive. What's going on with the main couple? I don't know. They briefly didn't interest me after the kissing-after-puking moment…that wasn't romantic that was gross!
Yes, I might be lowkey obsessed with them...
☼ 3. Happy Merry Ending (1+2/8)
Korea is coming up big this year with plots that deal with social anxiety and depression. I'm curious to see how this will be implemented here. In the first episode, we definitely learned that SeungJun has trauma and is medicated in that regard. It seems to be an important, central theme. Especially as a wedding singer who only dares to perform wearing sunglasses because he's afraid of the looks of the audience. And in return, we have JaeHyun who can fit in well with groups and new environments. I love JaeHyun already! He's so obviously hit hard with SeungJun and I love it! He is so direct and wants to spend time with him. Oh love at first sight! Love it!
☼ 4. La Pluie (1/12)
La Pluie surprised me. I didn't think the story would pick me up like that in the first episode. Yes, the concept of going deaf when it rains and only being able to hear your soulmate's voice (even if he's not present but telepathic) takes some getting used to, but I honestly found it quite cute. And yes, love at first sight is also a little favorite of mine. So Tai goes deaf but can hear his soulmate's voice in his head when it rains. However, he has mostly refused to answer him so far because he doesn't believe in soulmates or love. After all, his parents, who were also supposed to be soulmates, divorced each other. That changed his view of love. But his first encounter with the person behind the voice in his head perhaps showed him, what he might miss, if he doesn't reach out already. And as a second couple, we have an enemies-to-lovers story! I am excited!
↓ 5. Our Dining Table (4/10)
Yutaka's brother is just an asshole. But he couldn't help it as a child/teenager, but the parents could have said something. It's so easy to say you're part of the family now and then just ignore when the son bullies the adopted son like that. I want to box him and the parents. And Minoru wants to know so much more about Yutaka. He's so on his way to totally falling in love with Yutaka and his sensitive nature. And he's so sweet and insecure about it. I'm happy if Yutaka can open up to him a little bit.
↓ 6. A Boss And A Babe (9/12)
Yeah, what can I say. Gun is an idiot if he really thinks Cher betrayed him like that. And then he doesn't talk to him right away but gives him the cold shoulder first. Uncool, boss! And the friends realize that Cher was apparently a bit more serious with the boss after all. Even though they're there for him, I'm still pissed about last week. The sleepover was really nice though. Even friendships are not without drama. But it all works out in the end. Gun breaks Cher's Gameboy, but repairs it right away because of his bad conscience. But that's it for the drama, at least between Cher and Gun, right?
↑ 7. The Promise (7/10)
Party, my man! He has really thought, if you can not, Phu, then I'll show you how it's done right! Well, the result was rather so devastating, but I love how Nan reacted! As a person who has witnessed both sides, I think Nan gave the best reaction possible. He showed Party and told him that he is important to him and is and will be his best friend. And Party can now so slowly detach himself from the feeling. It is indeed easier to do such a thing when it is spoken out. Well and Phu…I even understand him. He just has zero hopes, so why jeopardize the friendship? Even though Nan took every opportunity to touch Phu's face in the morning…You can apply sunscreen several times, come on I'll show you. Yeah, right! The two of them have to finally talk to each other. And of course Phu isn't Nan's best friend anymore, because Nan doesn't consider him a friend anyway, he just doesn't quite understand yet what Phu actually is to him. Good episode.
↓ 8. Naked Dining (3/10)
Ohhhh, Futa is jealous! You can tell already very much that the two like each other a bit much. And finally the naked dining was back! And also with the homemade food he made together with Mahori. Yes, this is a rather quiet series as well. I don't know how much drama we can expect, but so far it's a gentle sprinkling. And I'm permanently hungry by the time I'm done with the episodes…
↓ 9. Step By Step (2/12)
Hm. I don't know. I don't like Jeng? And all the colleagues just suck! And then Pat is supposed to leave the only one who is nice to him and who is on the same page with him alone, because there might be gossip? That's bullshit! So I found the second episode not quite as convincing. The friends, on the other hand, except for the slip of his friend, who met professionally with his ex, I still find great!
↓ 10. Our Skyy 2 (3+4/16)
I really wanted to like it. But shit, was it boring! It's a fireworks display of cheesy dialogue…And what kind of ring is that? Am I just too anti-romantic to find that beautiful? I mean, yes, cute, sunflower and star together, but that's too much for a ring…And I have an idea for a new drinking game: A shot every time one of the two says I love you!
And finally the cringiest quotes...
"Dao, you're trusting the right person, because I no longe know how to love anyone else. You're the only one I love."
"Will you eat breakfast first or eat me first?"
"I am all yours, Kluen. Yours and yours only, Kluen."
"Once our home is done, our parents will discuss our wedding plans." (Even though Kluen didn't ask and Dao couldn't say yes…)
→ 11. Tin Tem Jai
I took notes: Why did a series like Tin Tem Jai have to include a drug storyline? There was no resolution to the story whatsoever, except that Kana would hit Pao if he took drugs again. Problem solved…Wow! Screw Pao's problems, they'll take care of themselves!
Next, I noted: Why does Tin continue to be portrayed as this little boy. That just feels wrong to me. And again, I ask myself the question, how old is Tin supposed to be? And further, you guys can just kiss like that. You don't have to wait until your birthday. The whole kissing contact just doesn't feel good. There's just too much riding on the fact that Park is so much older and more experienced than Tin. I am constantly confused and not feeling good. Luckily next epsiode will be the last one! Finally!
#weekly wrap up#weekly update#josi watching bl#sunday charts#the eighth sense#my story the series#happy merry ending#la pluie#our dining table#a boss and a babe#the promise#naked dining#step by step the series#our skyy 2#tin tem jai#bl drama#bl series#just my opinion
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Keri!! I just read your TFCon summary and I just want to say I, and I'm sure many other people, are SO PROUD OF YOU! I saw your initial post about how it went I was so happy for you.
You've been through so much and it makes me so proud and happy to see these steps, even if to you they're small and really hard to get through in the moment.
Just know we, along with all your f/os, are cheering you on! You did it!! You went and made it out alive and one day I think you'll be able look back at the things you bought and the whole experience and be SO HAPPY! ALSO ONE OF YOUR FAV ARTISTS MENTIONING KEN!! Such a sign, he was rooting for you the hardest!! Sending so much love your way, you're doing great!!
- @dearer-than-i
@dearer-than-i AHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH OLLIE!!!! that is so sweet of you to say such nice things to me 🥺🥺🥺🥺 THANK YOU!!!!!! I feel so happy I've had Barbie and Ken and ten other Ryan Gosling characters LMAO to get me through something that felt so scary/overwhelming. I'm so grateful for all the support I've gotten!!! Thank you for recognizing how big of a step this was for me!!! you guys have been so nice, taking my feelings very seriously, and I appreciate you for that 🥺🥺🥺 and this message made my whole day. You are so so so so sweet Ollie, thank you so much for taking the time to send me such a lovely message to my inbox!!!!!
And you're right, I hope I can eventually look back on all the stuff I bought and be able to put it on my shelf. I do keep my Bulkhead plushie on the shelf above my tablet (I've always had such a soft spot for him, and the plushie of him someone was selling is SO. ADORABLE. he's got his little arms reached out as if he wants a hug!!!!) so I can kinda have him in my peripheral and slowly get used to having TF around me again -- I actually hugged him earlier today, and I didn't feel too shaky!!! I reminded myself that he loves me so much and he can't wait for me to come back home someday when I'm ready 🥺🥺🥺 I'm gonna do that once or twice a day and tbh even though I JUST started, it feels like it's gonna help over time the more I do this. It feels so good to be able to look at these items and think "oh, one day I'll be able to enjoy this again, even if it might be a year or two from now, it WILL happen at some point" rather than "I'll never get this back whatsoever, I need to give away all of my merch" like I had believed for so many months. Going to TFcon and getting to meet a TFP voice actor and having that be such a wonderful experience + meeting my favorite artist helped me feel so much better. And all of the artists at the booths were so nice and so many of them I had recognized from their etsy shops, it was amazing to be able to tell them in person how much I love their art!!! I think going to the convention was a huge step forward for me. It gave me some hope!!!
Again, thank you so much for taking the time to write this, and for being proud of me. That means SO MUCH TO ME 😭😭😭 I know I sound like a broken record but that really does mean everything to me. Thank you for cheering me on!!! and SLFJSDF AHHH YES when they mentioned Ken I got so happy I think I actually squealed XD they were sooo so so so so sweet. And when I read your line "he was rooting for you the hardest", that actually made me giggle out loud and I squished my cheeks and kicked my feet like I've got some sorta CRUSH or somethin!!!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 HEEHEE
Sending you SO MUCH LOVE Ollie!!!!! Thank you again for being your sweet self!!!!! 🌟✨🌟✨🌟✨🌟✨
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Long Feiye Motioning his Guard Forward
I was so happy to see this fig get put up for sale! As you might know, I've been trying to get through some of Zhehan's and Gong Jun's back catalog of shows for some time. I've made it up to Episode 13 on the Legend of Yunxi and have stayed there for uh, about six months.
I kept telling myself (and you, actually, if you've been following this blog!) that this was because I was just too busy, but that proved to be a big fake as soon as The Legend of Anle dropped and I blew through that at the fastest speed possible.
Now, to be fair, Anle started off exciting and stayed exciting for a while, AND benefited from gorgeous costuming and and makeup. The Word of Honor costumes were my gateway merch item into SHL merch buying madness, so costumes are a big deal for me in a show. It also had lots and lots of Gong Jun in it.
Poor Legend of Yunxi is less fun, fairly slow, and I find the costuming uninspired with questionable fabric choices. Don't even get me started on the makeup, it's bad. All the parts with Zhehan are enjoyable of course, but there's not nearly enough parts with him in it. So no wonder I am very (VERY) slowly making my way through it.
But! It does have white-haired gu-zombie Zhehan, who I really really enjoyed (please see my beloved fig set Tianshu Beichen - Dog's Blood Drama), and it also has the delightful little scene that inspired this fig.
So, here we are in Episode 2, with our noble Prince Qin being stopped at the entrance to the Poison Valley. This scene is so much fun because our frosty, domineering Prince is out of patience and SO OVER IT. He is not here to let any one stop him.
How does she get driven back towards the Poison Valley and then end up back by Long Feiye? Nobody knows. But, I'm glad she did, since we end up with this great pose:
I was so pleased when I saw this fig because I was like, oh, I wasn't the only one that was delighted by that scene!
Look at him! The fig maker nailed this entire look. As you know, I'm weak for this particular fig expression in general, but the smirk on his face here is particularly excellent.
This fig almost didn't happen! It didn't meet minimum ordering quantities, so the fig maker luckily decided to shrink down the group size and make it a little more expensive in lieu of canceling it. And by a little more expensive, like an extra buck or so. Totally worth it.
One of the fun things about this fig is that his overcloak thing moves around. It's a totally separate piece that they dropped on over his torso before they glued his head on.
As you can see, this fig stands just fine on his own. Which is great, since that meant I didn't have to glue him onto a fig stand, I could use fig stickers to semi-permanently stick him down.
We have the tiniest bit of movement in the bottom of his cape and robes here, no doubt blown by a gentle spring breeze wafting past into the poison valley.
You can see a little better here how the overcloak is a separate piece.
I know the Prince is going incognito in these rough clothes, but I do like how the overcloak adds a bit more interest!
Ahhhh he's so cute, look at those rosy cheeks!
His hair is really an exact match - the fig maker did a great job with this fig!
Here's a closeup under some brighter lights so you can see the detail.
I'm just so charmed by this fig. I was so happy when the fig maker decided to press on with making it. It's unfortunately more common these days that fig runs are getting smaller and smaller. People are just running out of space!
Long Feiye's more severe hairstyle isn't my favorite, but I like this no-guan incognito look he's got going on. No one would know he's a prince!
Look at that cutie. The text there is just his name, Long Feiye. The official name of this fig escapes me - I think it was something that was badly lost in the MTL at the time. So, we've ended up with my descriptive but non-poetic title of Long Feiye Motioning his Guard Forward. It works, right?
Material: Resin
Fig Count: 468
Scene Count: 31
Rating: Princely even in disguise!
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