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who-knew-a-sheep-can-write · 1 day

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Siren Songs: Arthur Morgan x Siren!Reader

You sneered at the outlines of the men before you, your nails scratching faint lines into the thick glass. Your tail thrashed in the water, kicking up the dirt that sat thick at the bottom. The water tasted odd, like metal had been rusting in it for years, it didn’t taste clean. It made your skin start to ache.

You missed the taste of the sea.

Even in your deepest of dreams, you could still taste the salt on your skin and smell the brine that pooled beneath your body. How long had it been since you and your friends were snatched up from the sea? Years?

You glared at the men who had their backs to you, making sure to avoid eye contact as they laughed and regaled at how much money they had made off of you all. You could still feel the eyes of what looked to be thousands of people staring at you from beyond the thick glass and murky water you were all kept in.

They always made sure to keep the lid on tight, lest another “accident” happens and you all drown and maim another one of their men.

They had made a stop for the night, settling in some little town riddled with filth if the water they had rehomed you in was any clue. They had stashed your tanks in a stable amongst the four-legged beasts they call horses. Your heart tugged; Some of them were in the same shit show you were in: Forced to perform for the masses because of how different you were from humans. At least they could taste fresh air and even fresher waters.

Your eyes remained pinned on the men before you, narrowing your eyes and wrinkling your nose when one would turn to look at you before laughing with his “pals” only for them all to erupt in laughter.

“Come away from there,” one of your friends called. “It’ll do you no good just staring at them like that.”

A bitter taste settled at the back of your throat as you finally let go of the glass.

Just as you turned to swim towards your friends, the stable doors suddenly were yanked open.

“Dutch, are ya sure ye know what yer doin’?” Arthur didn’t even look over to the other men to his side.

He drew his bandana over his nose and unholstered his revolver as the older man just chuckled.

“Arthur, my boy, think of how much money we’d be gettin’ from this! In no time, we’ll be off in T-”

“Arthur’s right,” Hosea piped up. Dutch shot him a look. “They are dangerous creatures. They’ll think we’re just like their captors. One wrong move and we’re all goners.”

“It’s too late to back out now.”

Dutch unholstered his own revolver and started towards the stable that shockingly wasn’t very guarded.

Arthur followed close behind, eyeing the carts holding dangerous wild animals who eyed them all like they were walking hunks of meat ripe for eating. A shiver ran down his spine at the memory of that damned lion for Margaret that nearly took him down for good. Arthur snuck around the carts with Lenny and John while Dutch, Hosea and Micah took to the front.

A few shots rang out before Arthur and the others raced towards the front doors, already seeing a few bodies on the floor while Dutch had the rest getting on their knees.

“What is it? Money? We can give ya money!” one of the men pleaded.

They were all dressed nicely, better than anyone he’s ever seen in Saint Denis. They had to be from somewhere like New York City with clothes like that; Rich silks that were getting dirty from kneeling on the grimy floorboards covered in horse dung and God knows what else.

“Although ‘m honored for the offer, you fellows have somethin’ else I’ve had my eye on for awhile now,” Dutch smirked.

“Take it! It’s yours! Just let us go!” another of the men pleaded.

“Where are you fellows keepin’ the sirens?”

All of their eyes widened at the question.

“Wh- You can’t! They’re our star attraction!”

Dutch cocked the revolver and pressed it against the man’s forehead, the poor bastard was sweating through his expensive linens to the point where he could smell that pompous aftershave and cologne from where he stood.

“I ain’t askin’ again, gentlemen. The sirens?”

“There’s a wagon there,” Micah sneered, motioning towards the back of the stable with his gun. “What’s in it?”

Just the look on Micah’s face made Arthur want to silence him. Hell, everything Micah did made him want to shoot him dead where he stood.

“Arthur, go check it out,” Dutch motioned to the wagon.

Arthur swallowed thickly but slowly peeled away from the rest of the group. He was careful to step towards the wagon, noticing right away on how huge it was and especially how odd-looking it was. It was the same maroon wood with gold accents and wheels locked into place, but instead of large iron bars to keep whatever is in, it was thick glass.

With a lot of scratches on the inside.

Arthur stepped closer, noticing how murky the water was and how it was pushed back into the darkest corner of the stable away from the horses. The water must have felt so cold and disgusting.

At first, he didn’t see anything in the large tank.

And then he saw multiple pairs of eyes cutting through the darkness. Various shades of colors, but the pair of yellow eyes in the front stuck out to him the most. They were judging him, eyeing him up on whether he was prey to them or a predator. He couldn’t blame them, especially after how long those poor things have been in captivity. It made his heart twist in his ribs.

Dutch had been following this entire thing since Blackwater. It was his next big thing besides all of the other “plans” he had in that odd head of his. He was going to steal the sirens from this traveling circus and pawn them off to the highest bidder.

Dutch came up behind Arthur with a lantern in hand and gun ready in the other. His eyes widened at the sight of multiple eyes glowing the in the murky water and raised the lantern to the glass.

The entire pack of them flinched away from the light, but he really only got a good look at the one in front with the yellow eyes. Their scales had started to lose their color so long ago, there was just a faint trace of blue in the dull scales. Overgrown claws that had been neglected, a long tail curled and twisting the water, a wide fin that had little tears at the ends. He could only imagine how the others looked.

It was cruel to keep them in such disgusting conditions.

“Beautiful, aren’t they?” Dutch gawked. “Let’s get ‘em outta here and back to camp.”

It was late at night when Arthur left the confines of his tent, staring at the tank wagon at the edge of camp and started towards it with a lit lantern in hand. He saw the bodies in the water all huddled together, clinging to the edges on the tank fast asleep. Except for you.

Upon feeling eyes on the tank, your own parted and stared Arthur down as he walked up, a fire lit under his ass and burned him with determination. He saw you tail thrash a bit in the water, your claws sank a bit into the lip of the tank, the gills on your throat flared. You were trying to intimidate him, to drive him away; Yet you didn’t use your voice to do so.

“Why are you here?” your eyes narrowed.

He mulled over his words, his eyes pinned to yours in a hypnotic trance.

“‘M sorry.” Your eyes widened just a bit, your grip on the edge of the tank lessened. “I know you all’ve been through a lot. Made out to be some monsters, gettin’ looked like yer freaks. It ain’t fair to you all.”

He doesn’t know how long the silence enveloped you both. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours; But you softened up and finally let go of your death grip on the tank and freely floated on the water’s surface.

“You’re not… afraid of me?”

“No.”

“Then why are you here?”

Arthur’s throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly. The way your inhuman eyes searched his, the way the sun shimmered off of your dull scales. It made his stomach flutter in an odd way.

“‘M gonna get ya out of this mess.”

#red dead redemption #rdr #arthur morgan #arthur x reader #arthur morgan x reader

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chemicallywrit · 20 hours

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Happy Audio Drama Sunday!! When I was a non-teacher adult I thought to myself, surely as a child I exaggerated the desperate need for summer break. Now that I am a teacher adult, I can admit that I was. Wrong. I need a break, but luckily I have time for this.

Here's what I listened to this week!

@ourstoriedinsight's season finale was this week and wow. Wow. The way this show so effortlessly dances on ideas of trust, truth, and ethics while telling a story of four (five? Sir George count?) ridiculous and reluctant heroes who have only a dead friend in common is staggering. This episode especially, as you can see how they really drew together against (and then with) Sage. I love them, your honor. And I would also let Rain be my lawyer. Everyone listen to Our Storied Insight.

Jeez louise @camlannpod, can you give a girl a break? I am so glad Gwaine’s okay, and I’m fascinated by the mistrust Peredur has for him, even after they tried to track him over hill and dale. And I am SO worried about what's about to happen next. I wonder what Dai's going to do about it. I wonder if he'll do anything (please, Dai, do something).

This week's episode of Josie’s Lonely Hearts Club had me rolling. Look, I knew the title going in ("It's French for A Horny Party") and I still cackled when the line appeared in the episode. Josie, I hope you continue changing for the better. Also it inspired me to make beans and rice for dinner and that was a wild success.

When Karim Kronfli showed up at the beginning of the season of Among the Stars and Bones, I was excited, but holy heck. The performances in this show. Oh, right, and the twist at the end--you know, I really should have expected things to get a million times worse, based on how last season went, but this is a MILLION times worse. How are they gonna get out of this one folks???

@keepitsteadypod KEEP IT STEADY IS BACK KEEP IT STEADY MY BELOVED. Things are REALLY going places between Zach and Gabe now and neither of them know it. I love high schoolers, they're so dumb. Admit you like each other, dummies. Shoutout to our great good school nurse trying to fight for kids, and I thought the reveal about Zach's past was remarkably done. I love this show.

In relistening news, Life with Althaar again (what's up, @geminicollisionworks!). I rarely relisten to shows, but this one is worth my while every time. Listen to Life with Althaar, a silly space sitcom that gets Not So Silly when the story decides to commit to the bit. Althaar, I would die for you.

Inn Between is truckin right along with 5.9 this week, which I found absolutely delicious to watch the actors bring to life. It’ll be outdone only by the episode next week. In zombie news, boy oh boy, this week we're doing some recording for The Dead that I'm very worried about but ready for the challenge of. It involves directing singers in a language I do not speak! Lol pray for me. If I can make it til school ends, maybe I'll have some other news as well! Keep a weather eye out.

Hey, want to help me satiate my sudden summer cravings for fun drinks? Buy me a ko-fi!

See y'all next week!

#audio drama sunday #audio fiction #audio drama #fiction podcast #freaking podcasts #josie's lonely hearts club #camlann #our storied insight #among the stars and bones #keep it steady podcast #life with althaar

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nimpnawakproduction · 7 months

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The ultimate reference sheets for all of Vash's outfits in Trigun maximum (with commentaries)

IT IS DONE. I'M FREE. Now I can forget all about Trimax and draw Trigun stampede designs only hahaha (just kidding I have things for Trimax on the stove).

Trigun bookclub was an awesome initiative, I loved the manga with my all heart and wanted to honor Nightow's designs ;w; I also wanted to help my fellow artists with references for Vash's clothes because DEAR GOD it's difficult to understand how the hell he dresses himself in the morning. I have a lot of fun dressing and undressing him like a barbie doll. My hyperfixation is completely healthy.

I put a "read more" section to avoid spoilers :) !

The July coat

The very first coat in Trigun chronology and the one he wores during the destruction of July ! There is not a lot of panels to take references but I tried to stay as close as possible to the manga. I don't know what number of prosthesis he had before but let name this one Prosthesis 1.

Scars map

Next, nakey Vash ! There's A LOT of changes between one panel to another. Scars changes places and forms panel to panel and the design evolved from the first chapters of Trigun, the time we see him naked as Eriks and his undressed state while he was a prisoner on the Ark. I drew the scars that appeared more than once or were in clean view in a panel (but really you can do like Nightow and draw as many scars as you want without thinking about consistency, this boy has been in a meat grinder)

After July underclothes

Or the jumpsuit that gave me grey hair. His suit does not make ANY sense, I don't know how the hell he dresses himself in the morning with this. My solution is that it's very long gloves and chaps strapped to a belt. The position and shapes of the belts changes IN EVERY PANEL. Same for his knee guards, sometimes they're here, sometime they cover his shins, sometimes they are tiny..... I gave up in the end and draw them as we see them in the very last panel he wears this suit. But damn he looks good in it.

Also in all of the 13 volumes, there is not a single panel with a clear view of his holster (I checked...) so here is my interpretation.

This is prosthesis n°2, the design is a little different from the first one so I guess Prosthesis 1 got destroyed (this happens a lot).

After July coat

The very first Trigun coat he wears in the manga ! Very simple, very basic, it gives him impossibly wide shoulders but Vash deserves it. The first one is worn Post July until Vash's confrontation against Brilliant Dynamite Neon. The second one is the state of his coat after the sandsteamer incident. He loses his prothesis after his fight against Monev the gale. He meets Wolfwood with only one arm and stays that way while he fights Knives for the first time.

Eriks

I took liberties with colors because there's no colored panels with Vash as Eriks. Yes I drew him without suspenders because he has them for like 5 panels and then Nightow drew him without them for the rest of Eriks arc so I made choices ;w;

I love the fact that Vash choose to wear tight jeans even in his casual outfits, this boy will not let his skin breath. This is now Prosthesis 3 ! It's way less advanced than the ones he wore in the rest of the manga, the other ones seem to replicate skin.

After his years as Eriks

And now the first Maximum coat, he wears it until the famous Yuri hospital arc! Finally an undersuit that makes sense, I love it, too bad Nightow-san decided that I had to suffer and changed it again to add BELTS EVERYWHERE. We only see his legs in this part of the manga so I gave him the same top because I can.

The tubes he has on his waist are filled with bullets, he can connect them to his prosthesis to have a mini machine gun.

We are now at Prosthesis 4 !

Hospitalization on the Home ship

The famous Yuri hospital phase! Vash definitely shared his wardrobe with Wolfwood, you can't tell me otherwise.

The first outfit still shows Prothesis 4 but he keeps it for like 5 minutes and lost it again against Nine-lives. I don't really know if the prothesis comes with the integrated glove or if there's synthetic skin under it but why would he keep the glove on if it's not intergrated?

The second pictures is the different outfits he wears during his convalescence. I took liberties with the colors, I drew this in like 10 minutes, everything seems easy when you don't have to draw BELTS. We are now on Prothesis 5 ! Nightow drew it as a regular arm so I guess Vash wears gloves on top of it??????

Back on the road in pursuit of Knives

He wears this one after his stay at Home, throughout the Dragon's nest ark and until his 2nd fight against Knives.

I liked the design of his jumpsuit until I looked closer at the panels and saw that the design change ON EVERY ONE OF THEM. Knee guard on only one knee? No kneeguards? Two??? WHO KNOWS ??? I tried to make it work but really go wild with this one, even the author does not know how his pant looks.

Still prosthesis 5, BUT UNTIL WHEN?

Prisoner on the Ark

THEY MASSACRED MY BOY. Did they even feed him at least in 7 months? Those pictures are the definition of the drenched kitty cat left under the rain. Give this man a blanket and a therapist.

Bye bye Prothesis 5 ! And see what I mean when I say that his outfit does not make sense????? It comes out in parts????

After his imprisonment on the Ark

The last suit in the manga! He keeps this coat until the end of the story. From this point, only his hair changes (or the color of his coat).

I adore the little angel wing symbol on his left arm, such a cute addition. Too bad it appears in one of the most traumatic event of his life.

Speaking of his jumpsuit...The return of belts.... But at least this outfit stays relatively coherent except for his kneeguards who appear and disappear panel from panel but most of the time he doesn't have any, so no kneeguard it is. Prosthesis 6 hello !

Final battle and end of the story

It hurted to drew those outfits ;w; And working on the design of his coat when he fights Legato made me realize where Orange studio took inspiration to chose the colors for Vash's coat in the final episode of Stampede ! Great job ! I tried to color the same effects as one of the illustrations showing dark Vash but I'm not really good with colors..... He actually radiates energy but with some purple undertones, I took some liberties because those are my drawings I do what I want.

I'm not sure at 100% that he has a tuft of blond hair left when his outfit turns black but his hair is all black at the end of the fight. His prosthesis is destroyed at the end of the fight. He got another one in the final chapter. So 7 prosthesis throughout the story!

#play with vash like a barbie doll #I love reference sheets #took years to do but it helps so much when drawing comics #or writing fics #how the hell do you expect me to show him undress if I don't know how his clothes work #anyway enjoy #vash the stampede #vash #trigun #trigun maximum #a's art

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callsignangel · 1 year

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neteyam/lo'ak love triangle headcanons x reader

warnings: a bit angsty but also super fluffy requested by anon <3 ↳ "hiiii luv, I honestly wanna live out my dream vicariously though my oc, could I pretty please request love triangle headcanons between neteyam and lo'ak and the oc. like both brothers are infatuated by the oc and try to win her over (fav trope)"

i'm back with your regularly scheduled sully boy content. i changed it from being an oc fic to being a reader insert so everyone can read! i hope y'all enjoy these <3

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you were a child of tonowari and ronal - beloved by your village and devoted to protecting and serving your people - but you despised the pressure to be the perfect child

the pressure made you act out sometimes, craving freedom from the perfect image that suffocated you. you made mistakes, tried not to be the disappointment. you were clever and quick on your feet to recover from your mistakes. you could throw a huge celebration to honor your people, and then burn the village down. it was like you were both… perfect but always two steps behind

you felt like no one understood you. no one really.. until these two omatikaya boys showed up on the foot of your village beach. they were respectful, grateful that your family allowed them to stay

neteyam, the awkward and charming one, eldest to toruk makto. a true warrior, doted on by his parents, the next olo'eyktan to the forest clan

lo’ak, the charismatic and humorous secondborn son. striving to be like his older brother, but can never escape trouble

and you, being a mix of both. maybe that’s why you were all so drawn to each other in the beginning

lo’ak would try to impress you by being a fast learner, which would always come back to bite him in the ass, like almost drowning because he was so determined to get your praise and really listened to you and what you were teaching him, and as he improved he catching your attention

but you and neteyam were not friends at first. always trying to prove who was the better fighter, bickering any time you spoke to eachother, always having to fight with him about leaving your skxawng brother and his friends for picking on his sister

and that drew you closer to lo’ak. you both understood eachother - the want for freedom, the feeling of never being good enough, always being at the wrong place at the wrong time. you cold confide in him, and he could confide in you. you finally had found someone who had your back

the more time you spent with lo’ak, the more your feelings grew for him. he defended you, wouldn’t hesitate to punch someone out for you, always made you laugh when you were sad or comforted you when you were hurt. he was always there, and he wouldn’t be leaving soon

and then the skypeople first attacked. you were being held hostage by the RDA as bait to get jake sully to come out to pay for how he wronged them

neteyam had come to save you, lo’ak, tsireya and tuk from the warship

and because you were so keen on never leaving lo’ak, you ran head first into the warship to help him find his friend spider

they were shooting at you, and as you were jumping off of the ship, neteyam had shielded you from the bullets

he had been shot, but it wasn’t fatal. just landed right in his arm

when you returned to the village, you stayed in their home to help tend to his wounds because you felt like it was your fault he had been wounded

you were changing neteyam’s bandages when you noticed how he looked at you. his cheeks rosy and his lips slightly parted and his breathing sped up

he thought you were so beautiful. he never truly knew why you were so against each other, but he would always admire you from afar. the girl who loved her island, the sea, her people, the animals. you were a natural born leader and he was so astonished by how similar the both of you were

you would be lying if you didn’t admit he had always been in the back of your mind

the passion in your fighting, the lingering touches, the lack of hesitation when it came to protecting each other in battle

he wanted you to be his tsahik one day. he thought you both would be great leaders together

and you best believe lo’ak definitely picked up on the way y’all were eyeing each other up

he felt so betrayed, and of course began resenting his brother for taking something else away from him

since then neteyam had been more chivalrous. always holding out his hand for you to hold on to when getting down or to help you get up from sitting, offering his shawl when it got too cold on your weekly walks on the beach

really wondered why he was never good enough for everyone. he thought he really had a chance at something with you

you avoided neteyam for a bit to try to escape your feelings, went to find lo’ak

eventually you found him by three brother rocks playing with payakan

you didn’t understand why neither of them wanted nothing to do with you - you had always been there to swim and play with them in the water and now they were recoiling away from you

“lo’ak, please tell me what’s wrong! i don’t understand!”

“just leave me alone!”

“no! not until you tell me what’s happened!”

“why don’t you run back to neteyam, huh? i’m sure he’ll help you understand,”

and there it was. inside you could deny your feelings all you want but you couldn’t lie to him and tell him there was nothing there.

“but i’m here with you. i have no need to go back,” you tried to tell him but he would just push you away more and tell you he wanted nothing to do with you

and of course, you were heartbroken. went back to the village, your grief instilling a strong will to be the perfect child and try to ignore lo’ak and all of the trouble he was getting into

you ended up spending more time with neteyam doing your duty to the village - they were his people now too and he needed to show his parents and yours what a great leader he would be

he stopped you on the beach one night as you were walking - just taking a small break from all of the pressure and the spotlight of being the perfect children

he confessed to you there, pouring his heart out to you entirely hoping you would accept him and his love and how he would take care of you and make sure you knew how loved you were

he was so vulnerable. but deep in your heart you knew you couldn’t do that to lo’ak

you grabbed both of his hands firmly, and gently placed your forehead against his.

eye closed, voice cracking - “i love you too. more than words can describe. but i cannot do this,”

“it’s lo’ak, isn’t it?”

you nodded softly, trying not to burst into tears

he told you he understood, but he didn’t. all he could do was let you go

so you ran to lo’ak, ready to confess your feelings for him and tell him how much you missed him

and that’s when you saw him with tsireya. giggling and holding hands by a fire on the beach

you ran as far as you could the other way, finally letting those tears flow

from the corner of his eye lo’ak could see you fleeing. it took every bone in his body to stop him from running after you

besides, he had tsireya now. in his mind, you broke his heart. with her he could repair it and be happy.

you could’ve run back to neteyam, but it was too fresh to try to mend now. he would go find someone else to try to forget you as well and now you were back to where you began

you had lost them both. the relationships you had with your two best friends were crumbling right in your hands and you felt as though you couldn’t fix it. and that destroyed you.

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dottores · 1 year

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ALIEN BLUES | PANTALONE

summary: a stressful day of dealing with the snezhnayan aristocracy leads to the challenge of you trying to convince your lover to come to bed and rest.

genre: not rlly sure how to categorize this, light angst, it’s mostly hurt/comfort i suppose

warnings: none, mentions of chronic illness, unedited (not run thru grammarly and partially written on my phone)

wordcount: 2.4k

notes: in honor of pantalone losing my poll i wrote a little thing for him. jk that's not rlly why i just wanted to. @saintdainsleif @mxnjiros @dxlucs @manjiroscum @suyacho @no3tis @dynalite @tokyometronetwork

When it comes down to it, the Regrator will always be a beggar boy playing dress-up--draped in the finest of silks, donning the most expensive gems, drowning in wealth, and yet still the court jester in the eyes of the old-blooded nobles of Snezhnaya.

You watched him carefully from where you were curled up in your shared bed, eyes heavy and lips tugging downward. He was tired. You could tell from the way his eyes drooped and his shoulders were slumped. His skin was paler than usual, a sickly sort of pale that had your throat tight with worry.

“Do not look at me like that,” Pantalone’s voice was hoarse and exhausted, taut with stress. He didn’t even have to look away from his parchment to know you were staring. “I don’t need your pity.”

“I’m not giving you my pity,” you said quietly, resting your chin on your knees, tucked beneath the thick blankets. Outside, the harsh wind rattled against the glass of the window of Pantalone’s room, you could see the ice spreading across the bottom of the window.

“I do not need your lies either,” his voice was sharper this time. His gaze drew up from the desk, finally, violet eyes trained on you in a way that you knew was meant to be a warning, but it found itself rather ineffective considering the dark bags beneath them weighed his gaze down to the point he could barely hold them open, glasses hanging low on the bridge of his nose.

“Join me in bed,” you said softly, hand slipping from beneath the cover so you could hold it out toward him. He shook his head, ready to look back at his letter, but you spoke again before he could pry his gaze from you. “I’m cold.”

Pantalone did not seem convinced, eyes dragging from your form to the fireplace blazing on the wall opposite the bed.

“Please,” you tried again. “I really am cold, come feel my hands.”

“You’re never cold,” Pantalone murmured, but you couldn’t help the giddiness that built in your stomach as he pushed the chair back, wood dragging against wood as he rose to his feet and slowly made his way toward you. “You’re like your own personal furnace.”

His fingers were freezing, you realized, as the tips brushed your palm, but you didn’t let the shock of the sudden cold show, instead you wrapped your fingers around his, tugging gently to pull him on the bed with you.

He followed too easily, knees hitting the mattress next to your hips as you laid back against the soft pillows, hovering over you. He was always docile after days like this--where he spent the morning, afternoon, and night dealing with the elite of Snezhnayan society, the nobles that the Fatui were forced to deal with in order to retain peace amongst the people. He had never gotten along well with any of the Snezhnayan nobles, an orphan born on the streets of Naveretrov on the Fontaine border, something that the blue bloods loved to make a mockery of, knowing there was little the Harbinger could do in retaliation lest he start a civil war or find himself being made an example of at the hands of the Tsaritsa.

They called him the Begger King when he was within earshot, and they called him worse when he was out of earshot, spreading nasty rumors about how he had managed to pull himself from the troughs of poverty that ranged from selling his body to selling his soul. You didn’t know how much truth there was to any of the rumors, and you never cared enough to ask, whatever Pantalone had to do to survive was his business and his alone--the scars that littered his body were reminder enough. He didn’t need you, of all people, reopening old wounds. The nobles did enough of that.

And there was nothing that could be done about it until the Fatui was in a stronger position, one that could solidify their position in Snezhnaya. Internal politics were complicated—they had the support of the Tsaritsa, but the Tsaritsa did not have the support of her people, and they could not risk an internal revolt when planning rebellion against the heavens. The people looked to the nobles for guidance and leadership, and the nobles were livid at the idea of the Fatui trying to usurp their influence. It was a game of politics, for now, and the nobles took advantage of their secured position, trying to flaunt their superiority to the Harbingers.

They would regret it before long.

You brought your hands up to his face, cupping his cheeks gently and running your thumb over his chapped lips. Pantalone’s eyes fluttered shut, lashes brushing his cheek as he kissed your right palm, and then your left.

“Rest with me,” you said, swallowing thickly as Pantalone leaned his face into your touch. You could feel him start to shake his head. “Please. Just for a bit.”

“I’m busy,” Pantalone said, and your own eyes slid shut as he dipped down, pressing his lips against yours softly, but only for a moment--just enough for you to catch the faint taste of iron on his lips. “I’ll join you in bed soon.”

‘Soon’ would be dawn, you had played this game with him numerous times before. The Harbinger would rather spend the hours he should be sleeping slaving away at his work than be late on an invoice or a letter for the Snezhnayan nobles, giving them more ammunition to use against him.

But you couldn’t let him do that--not this time. The thin sheen of sweat on his forehead, the iron on his lips, the sickly pallor and cold skin, and the way he was trying to hide the way his breath was labored.

His illness was acting up again, badly this time.

Pantalone would never be like the Snezhnayan elite: his cursive was pretty, but not the antique sort of pretty that most of the old blood Snezhnayan nobles wrote in, it was sloppy in some areas, and too jagged in others; his way of speaking, too, was not something that was commonly found in wealthy Snezhnayans--he was careful to mask it when he was around others but whenever he was too exhausted from work, too tired to keep up the mask, you could hear the strange way his voice dipped, the more informal speech patterns.

Pantalone would never be like the Snezhnayan elite just as the Regrator would never be like the rest of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers. Years of barely surviving on the streets, unable to get the correct medications when he fell ill, left his body vulnerable and prone to illnesses, his lungs weak and his heart at risk. It came in waves: some days he was perfectly fine, able to keep up with Tartaglia easily when he trained; other days, he could barely push himself out of bed without his lungs giving out. The Regrator’s station came from his ability to keep the coffers full, not from his combat prowess, something that Arlecchino enjoyed pointing out.

“One more mistake and you lose your place,” she mocked. “Perhaps your head too. Good luck preventing the coffers from drying during the winter again. Her Majesty will not be so gracious a second time.”

“I love you,” you said, and you hated how your voice cracked, and you hated even more how Pantalone looked away. He had always known you better than you knew yourself. He knew what you were thinking.

“I don’t want your pity,” he said again, but there was no heat behind his words as he stared at the fireplace, you watched the flames flicker against his glasses, reflecting in the violet of his eyes.

“You will be of no use to anyone tomorrow if you let this get worse,” you said, sitting up to brush a stray curl from out of his eyes. “Another day with the elites. You have to be on-“

“I know,” Pantalone interrupted, voice harsh. He shut his eyes for a second before repeating himself, softer this time. “I know. I’m not tired yet.”

You studied him for a moment, eyes tracing the dark bags beneath his eyes, but when your gaze met his, you knew he was telling the truth. You could see the way his mind was racing, the furthest place from sleep he could get. It didn’t matter how much his body tired physically, he would never sleep when he couldn’t shut off his mind.

“Lay with me then,” you offered. “At least allow your body to rest, even if your mind can’t.”

“I do not like being idle,” Pantalone refused, shaking his head.

You leaned up, kissing the corner of his lips. “Tell me about what’s happening tomorrow,” you said quietly. “We won’t sleep until we’ve shut that pretty head of yours off.”

Pantalone let out a noise akin to a scoff but for a second, his eyes brightened in amusement.

He had always been weak to praise.

Your arms tightened around his shoulders and Pantalone didn’t try to fight it when you pulled him to lay flush against you, the feathered pillows fluffed around your head. You slid his glasses off of his face as he rested his head against your chest, raising your hand to his hair to card your fingers through the dark locks, pulling the comforter over the two of you.

“It’s just another day of meetings,” Pantalone said. “You know how they go. I offer plans that will strengthen the economy so we can survive the winter, they shoot them down for being too radical all the while belittling me.”

You sighed softly, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. His eyes fluttered shut on instinct as he relaxed into you.

“I can talk to my father-“ you tried to offer, but Pantalone’s eyes were back open in an instant, cold and hard and trained on you. You sighed, already knowing what he was going to say but trying anyway, “He can help.”

“I don’t want help,” Pantalone said tightly, voice harsh. “Much less from blue blooded scum like him.”

You went quiet, not sure how to respond. You understood his resentment against the nobles but… sometimes he was harsh, and you didn’t particularly care for your father but sometimes it was hard to remember that his words weren’t directed toward you, the venom behind them blinding. Pantalone seemed to have realized the implications of what he had said right away.

“I’m sorry,” Pantalone said after a moment. “I didn’t mean-“

“I know,” you sighed.

“Well, I meant it about him,” Pantalone corrected. “I just didn’t mean it about-“

“I know,” you stressed. “We’re supposed to be lulling you to sleep, not getting you riled up.”

“And whose fault is that?” Pantalone murmured but he was already letting his eyes slide shut again, so you decided to just drop it.

… Kind of.

“You should at least let Dottore-“

“Do not involve Dottore.”

Pantalone was now stiff in your arms, eyes sharp and alerts like a cornered deer.

“They won’t say anything when he’s around,” you tried to convince him—anything to not have him torn down all day when he was already dealing with his illness.

It was to no avail.

“I don’t care. I can handle this myself,” Pantalone said. “Do you understand?”

“… Yeah,” you finally agreed. “Yeah, I understand.”

He studied you for a moment, desperate to ensure you weren’t just talking to get him to shut up, even though he knew very well you would never do something that would make him uncomfortable. Once he got what he was looking for, he settled down again, melting in your touch.

It was a comfortable silence that the two of you rested in, the flames crackling in fire place and the wind rattling the glass. The near argument had exhausted him, you could tell from the way his breath was a bit too heavy and a bit too shaky.

You would try to wake up before him in the morning, which would be a feat in itself considering he was usually up at the crack of dawn. You wanted to run down to the kitchens and have them cook up the herbal remedy that would ease the aches of his sickness… if only long enough to survive the meetings with the nobles.

Lost in thought, you were caught off guard as thin fingers wrapped around your own, giving a gentle squeeze to your hand.

“Thank you,” Pantalone murmured.

You watched him, studying him for a moment, the way his expression was lax and his body was free of any tenseness as he looked up at you with lidded eyes, finally on the verge of sleep. He could only ever look so at ease when he was wrapped up in your arms.

Thank you for bearing with me when I’m difficult. Thank you for dealing with the bouts of hostility. Thank you for looking out for me because I can’t do it myself. Thank you for loving me, you’re the first person who ever has.

All of the things that he would never be able to tell you out loud swam behind the violets of his eyes as he looked up at you—for as much as Pantalone was the silver tongue of the Fatui, it became twisted and tangled whenever it came to expression any emotion besides anger and resentment… especially around you. You could only give him a small, pained smile.

“Your stubbornness will be the death of you,” you said softly, running your fingers through the thick, black hair. And it was not a figurative saying or exaggeration—it would kill him, he’d push himself until he was on death’s door and then he would keep pushing, trying to prove his worth to people who would never accept him. You were watching him kill himself and you couldn’t do anything about it.

Pantalone didn’t respond, but his eyes didn’t meet yours this time, the closest thing to acknowledging that you might be right. Your throat felt swollen as you kissed the top of his head again, holding him just a bit tighter as he finally began to doze off in your arms.

#pantalone x reader #pantalone x you #regrator x reader #regrator x you #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #pantalone fluff #kind of

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buck-tick-stash · 4 months

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BUCK-TICK 現象 2023, my experience

Nippon Budokan was absolutely packed.

As the start time drew near, for half a moment, I had a daymare that Atsushi Sakurai would, physically, appear on stage. That his death had been a stunt all a long. Ridiculous to think, but even that horrible, cruel scenario would be preferable to the reality that we continue in a world where he no longer exists.

And here, what was to happen on stage? The rhythm section's platform, the drums, the guitars, the chairs, all laid out as usual, but the center mic stand was missing. I gasped as I realized Sakurai's masks were laid out, as well as candles ready in a candelabra.

The lights dimmed and the boys came on, one at a time, as they always had.

Toll and Imai wore spectacular costumes. Toll was in all red accented in black with matching gloves, as if taking on the concert's newly adopted logo in total. Imai, ever wild and challenging, came with blazing red hair, matching red fur platform boots with glittering silver heels, screaming gold spandex tights, and a carpet-like top with a kimono-like right sleeve. Both of Imai's and Toll's tops sparkled.

Yuta and Hide were more subdued, with Yuta in dark, gemtone amethyst and Hide in loosely flowing silver.

Then spot lights shining straight down from the ceiling above struck stage front center. The ghost of Sakurai, in the form of this memory, in the space that had always been his, was being honored. Had the spot been blocked off by a border of shimenawa, the hemp fiber rope and white lightning paper that marks the holy ground of gods, it would not have been out of place.

Music was already playing, Shippuu no Blade Runner, but no hint of vocals came across. I listened to the crowd to see if they were going to—if they were even expected to—sing in Sakurai's stead. They readily raised their arms, bouncing to the beat, as if this were any other concert, but the vocals remained bare. The background screen split five ways with two each of the living members on either side, while the center section remained dark. Sakurai was missing. The song's end was followed by a standard applause, along with a few cries of "Acchan!"

By contrast, the second song, Dokudanjou Beauty immediately featured a track of Sakurai's voice, taken or blended from previous live events. A few tears broke among the audience, but the mood went up in general, and the crowd was readily engaged in the song's call and answer.

For much of the show, this pattern continued. Some wails, much cheering and waving, and no shortage of calling Acchan's name. From time to time, there were more notable reactions.

Gustave's distinct first meow from Imai's guitar received audible sobs, followed by enthusiastic dance, pawing at the air, and singing along.

I broke at Aishi no Rock Star, which featured dual vocals from Sakurai and the late Issay, along with their performance at Toll's "It's a NOW" 60th birthday gig projected on the back screen.

Sakura stung especially, but was equally poignant. All the sentiments that Sakurai had laid bare were now shared by the audience and band and redirected at him. Single arms rose (as their partners were busy clasping mouths and gripping tissues) toward the screens and light projections of sakura branches losing their petals in the song's final refrain.

A completely robed stage hand came to the dark stage to light the candelabra in sync with the projection of Sakurai as Romance began to play. They gently brought the stand to stage front center, and I think most of us in the audience watched those candles burn through the song.

Like Sakura, Taiyo to Icaros was recolored by the new context.

Had only such songs been played, the concert would have been maudlin, but Go-Go B-T Train, Future Song, and Boogie Woogie balanced the mourning with an upbeat, celebratory and playful tones.

And then there was Memento Mori. I could not have been more grateful to hear this song, not simply because it's one of my favorites, but because it's perhaps the most characteristic of Imai's approach and message during this entire trying period. Nor was it lost on the crowd, who seemed to be waving and dancing more furiously in defiance of grief at the chorus.

Muma, The Nightmare was a choice… I found myself crying at the first image of Sakurai against a brilliant white Christian cross behind him, singing of Hell in Heaven-like lighting. As the song progressed, the live stage before us was accented in red, very especially the grate beneath stage front center, which was now also spewing mist, and with the red light, appeared as fire.

I came to have a feeling of confidence as the song went on, as I was watching the crowd enthusiastically waving their hands along. Sakurai's voice could easily tell this story because he was acting out the part, not because he was living it. And even had there been such a moment on his journey in Bardo, one could easily infer such suffering as temporarily Christlike, the preamble to the joyous ascent to Heaven.

The remaining songs were playful and hopeful, though I found Na Mo Naki Watashi difficult not to cry through entirely.

Before the last song, the boys all sat, and the lights came up a bit as they addressed the audience directly.

Yuta spoke first and was quick to tears as he said that, while he was uncertain of the future, he knew that Buck-Tick will always be five members. As his voice cracked, the audience also broke. Sobs remained audible throughout.

Toll noted the rare show of Yuta's vulnerability, and admitted that, at first, he did not know whether Buck Tick would continue or not, but that the immense support of the fans gave him the drive to, and that Imai and Hide had no shortage of songs left to compose.

Hide connected the audience's nervousness with his own, but spoke softly and reassuringly. "The Parade will continue."

Imai floored me.

Imai's recent posts on Instagram show a man who's pushing forward. Granted, not in a brutish, shaming way, but he shows little sadness, if any. He just spend a day chatting up a god of contentedness along one of his shrine visits. Combine this with his reputation for suffering no fools, and he would seem the type to keep a stiff upper lip and expect others to do the same.

Instead he said,  "It's okay to be sad. It's okay to cry. It's okay. But please don't suffer."

Such sentiments are exceedingly rare in Japan's gaman culture. To hear such kindness shook me, as did the rest of Imai's speech.

That he did not believe Sakurai was in Heaven, but rather, that he was here, now, remaining in the presence of the band.

That they would continue to make music. That they would have another album.

That "one day, there will only be three members." (And here, the audience wailed.) "And one day, two." (Again.) "And finally, one. I wonder if that will be me. But I'll continue the Parade, and I'll take everyone with me. And so, raise your glasses for a toast. To you, to your return. Share your stories of Buck-Tick and Acchan, please."

After New World as a finale, the credits, which featured music and tour videos from their past decades together, ended with the announcement that they would return to perform at Nippon Budokan in 2024.

#too late to edit the reblogs #but it was Imai’s RIGHT sleeve that was long >_<#buck tick #buck tick phenomenon #バクチク現象2023 #buck tick genshou #my text

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skitskatdacat63 · 4 months

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Tradition vs Modernity vs Comradery

+ context & lore:

In the first drawing, Fernando is wearing a capote de paseo, which is what bullfighters wear before the match begins, as seen below:

In the second, Seb is shouting the very familiar "Olé" which is shouted by the crowd to praise the matador. He's a little brat, so of course he's yelling it for himself, but he did get many 💐

The third(which was a random sketch I had that I didn't think I'd finish tonight, so ignore if its messy) has very important context to me. Before going to the final act and killing the bull, matadors dedicate their montera(hat)(and symbolically: their kill) to a a specific person in the audience(or just the public as a whole.) Seb and Fernando are finally in the same color! Seb is bowing!!! And Fernando is honoring Seb!!!! Also ignore that I drew Seb's post-retirement hair. Though, maybe this drawing is supposed to represent Fernando making a dedication to his now-gone rival 😔(Seb: stop telling people im dead!)

Now, some more lore :D

So I talked about this in my last matador post but I'll expand more. I think it's very funny to characterize Fernando in this au as this fun-hating traditionalist. Because you have to understand; he's only this way when it comes to Seb. Because you absolutely KNOW he was doing silly, unserious shit back when he was younger. But absolutely god forbid Seb do anything silly.

It's very ironic because there literally is a part in the third act of a bull fight where it's basically encouraged to be a bit silly. This is a tad morbid, but basically right before they deliver the killing blow, some show their mastery over the bull by doing some superfluous action(ex. kissing the bull, kneeling in front of the bull.) There's some guy who literally would lean on the bull and mime taking a call. But anyways, Seb would def do this. I've not been able to draw it exactly how I want, but he would bend down and do his little bull horn symbol and mime charging at the bull. (Fernando, trying to make up reasons to hate Seb: oh my god, look at this blatant disrespect, look how he is disrespecting the bull, I cannot believe how rude this boy is!)

Also there's something to be said about how the matador shows mastery over the bull by kissing it or bowing to it...and Seb is technically the bull in this au and Fernando is the matador. There's just this unfortunate level of weird power inbalance that still lingers even though their rivalry is over and can't be affected anymore. There was no succinct answer about who truly was better because Seb was forced out of it. So there's always gonna be this level of "is he just pitying me? Is he just mocking me? Is he just patronizing me?" on Seb's part whenever Fernando praises him or makes dedications to him. And Fernando's always going to be haunted by the fact that there's no answer to who is truly better because he'll never know if Seb had reached his full potential or not. Anyways, they also have nasty sex while wearing their costumes and do weird bull/matador roleplay :)

#god do not ask me at what time i am writing this post #its genuinely so bad and terrible 😭#i meant to only draw the first two but remembered i had the sketch of the third one #and thought hey might as well finish it!! at a uhhhhh already late hour #BUT HEY I DREW THEM ALL AND I LIKEY SO :)#third one is a bit messy tho cause im still not 100% on what i want their 'aston' era clothes to look like #but good enough for [undisclosed hour] so yes hello please take more matador au :)#was just pondering drawing more chibis bcs ive made more aus since those chibi sets i drew #and now have these so :) yayyy matadorsssss :D #but anyways the joke of this post is that whole modernity vs tradition meme so hope that makes sense :)#its super late and my brain is lacking comprehensive thought so i hope this all makes sense #catie.art.#f1 #formula 1 #sebastian vettel #fernando alonso #vettonso #matador au

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mysticmellowlove · 6 months

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a/n; kinktober is dead, forgive me lol. also my eyes are so tired right now i can barely look at this goddamn screen but i did already promise an ownership drabble so, voila

warnings; pretty much unedited, sub male, dom reader, gn reader, ownership, 'master', let them be happy your honor

The TV hum prompted a yawn to leave your mouth as you slowly ran your fingers through your boyfriend's hair. He was leaning up against your thigh, his eyes focused on the screen in front of you two however you doubted that he was actually watching the show.

A small smirk rose to your face as you decided to try and mess with him a little bit, gently at first your fingers intertwined with his hair as you lightly tugged. Ever so slowly you increased the force with which you were pulling until eventually a small whimper left his mouth. It was so desperate sounding that you didn't even need to look down at him to tell that he had noticed what you were doing far beforehand.

"So needy already." You hummed as you went back to gently caressing his hair. A sigh left his mouth as he pulled his head from your thigh so he could look at you.

"Always for you, whenever, wherever you want me, Master." There was a hint of a cheeky look on his face but he quickly schooled his expression. His eyes were sparkling, it wasn't just because you demanded it from him... he enjoyed this as much as you did. In fact, he was the one who had mentioned the idea in the first place.

"I see what you're doing pretty boy." You couldn't help but laugh as he grinned at you and pressed a kiss to your cheek. Slowly he trailed his mouth over your skin, inching his way to your neck. Your hand pressed into the back of his head as he sucked gently at the sensitive spot on your neck, subtle nips made goosebumps rise to your skin.

His mouth unlatched from your skin with an obscene pop as he drew back, his breathing heavy near your ear. Slowly he swung his leg over your lap and positioned himself neatly onto you. His cheeks were flustered, red hot to the touch as you cradled his head and pressed a kiss to his mouth. Spit was gathered there from his lavish worship.

"Always so eager to please." You whispered as your nails ran down his chest towards his nipples. He keened up into your hands as his mouth opened in a gasp. Gently you rubbed the sensitive skin until his nipples were hard enough to pinch between your fingers.

"Of course, always ready just for you." He moaned, his voice jumping as you tugged his body forward by his nipples. His hands latched onto the couch behind you as he gave into whatever whim you had for him.

"Such a perfect boy, this body is mine isn't it?" You teased as you finally gave him reprieve and dragged your fingers down to his boxers, thumbing the soaking wet fabric over his cock head. He mumbled something too quiet for you to hear as he tried to subtly thrust his cock up into your touch. Before he could though you peeled his boxers down just enough for his cock to peek out.

The tip glistened with precum, already so wet for you even though you had only just started. Had only barely touched him.

"Say that again baby?" You cooed as your hand wrapped around his length, holding with a slightly tight grip for the time being. He whined high pitched, his eyes teary as he looked down at you.

"Yours... all yours, your boy." He breathed out a sigh of relief as you began to jerk his cock in languid movements, letting your hand glide up and down his shaft due to the sheer amount of pre he had already produced. You whispered your agreement into his ear as you peppered lazy kisses on his cheek.

"And who's cock is this?" You asked again, accompanying your words with the tightening of your fist. He yelped, his hips thrusting wildly upwards before he remembered your rules. Like this he was only a toy for you, his entire being belonged to you and he would do whatever you wanted, that meant that he had to be good... no matter how much he wanted to cum for you. Not until you said so.

"Yours, it's yours Master!" You nodded as you went back to stroking him at an even pace, you could feel the slight tremors that he was giving off. even though he wanted it desperately, who knew how long he had been restraining his lust, he wouldn't cum without your say.

"That's right, your cock is mine as well. Good boy." You cooed as you focused your attention on his head, slightly rubbing over the tip and twisting your hand a little to provide extra stimulation. His breathing was stunted, his little whimpers and moans barely audible as he tried to keep himself together for you.

"Good boys deserve to cum don't they?" You asked, teasingly stroking your hand down the entire length. He groaned laboriously as he nodded, his movements jerky.

"Then cum for me, show me how much of a good boy you are, show me that I own you. All of your reactions, all of your moans and all of your cum." He moaned, loudly as his head dropped back in pure ecstasy.

With a single thrust he made sure your hand was at the base of his cock, as if he was imagining being inside you before he came. Ribbons of cum coated your hand as he leaned forwards and rested his forehead on yours. Your breaths intermingled as he looked into your eyes, nothing but sheer adoration met your gaze.

Sheepishly he smiled and his hand left the couch to wrap around your own. He brought your hand up and began to lick the tips of your fingers from his own cum. You exhaled a breath and kissed him once more

"Come on, let's get you all cleaned up." He hummed absentmindedly as he allowed you to pick him up off your lap and carry him to the bathtub.

#sub male #dom reader #gn reader

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lenathekiller · 7 months

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Mind Show pt. 2

Buggy x telekentic!reader

A/N: Here's the smutty part 2, took me a little longer cause I had to figure out how I wanted it to play out. Again excuse any mistakes as I'm once again too lazy to reread/proof it.

Enjoy!

Once the pair of you had made it back to Buggy's ship, taking in the view of his crew destroying the town as you'd strolled, he quickly and eagerly led you to his Captain's chambers.

Instantly after you'd entered his room he stopped holding back the urge he had to pounce on you like an animal in heat, kissing you with as much passion as he could and letting his hands roam you. Clearly he wasn't lying when he mentioned that you killing that guy with a mere card had done something to him.

It was a little scary to think that you killing someone turned Buggy on, but you honestly couldn't blame him considering you always enjoyed the thrill of seeing such unflashy people exit this world by your own willful powers. The crazy look in his eye is what instantly drew you to want to ride this clown as if he was the pole and you were the pony on this wild carousel of desire.

His hands were caressing your clothed body in ways that were slowly driving you mad. You were a performer, you couldn't let yourself break this character you've set up for yourself, you had to show him what you could really do and impress this one man audience.

"Captain~ why don't you have a seat? Let me give you a real show I'm sure you'll enjoy." You gently pushed him away, towards his bed.

"oh a private show just for me? I'm honored babe." He sat on the edge of his bed, a prideful smirk on his face and lust in his eyes that served as your spotlights for this little show.

You stood a small distance Infront of him, sliding your hands over your body slowly in a way the captain was finding quite seductive. After a minute your hands halted right over your chest, a smirk growing on your face as the buttons of your shirt started to undo themselves, along with your pants. Your shirt slid down your shoulders but thanks to your hands still resting on your chest, the fabric of your upper torso remained covering the bits of flesh you knew the clown was eager to see.

Teasing him a little you let the shirt slide down a little more but not giving him a view of anything too 'juicy' so to speak. You turned away from him, looking back over your shoulder to look at him, finally you removed the rest of the clothing covering your upper half, and your pants as well with the help of your magic.

All the clown could see was your bare back and ass now, and boy was he fighting hard to keep himself from jumping up to spin you around and see you in your full naked splendor.

"I notice your not wearing underwear sweetheart why?" His his were glued to your butt, scanning for any string of a possible thong or something else since the only fabric that came off your lower half was your pants.

"Oh, no!" You feigned surprise. "I was sure I had some on earlier. Well maybe check under that hat of yours sir."

Raising an eyebrow at you, he did exactly that. Removing his hat he found a pair of stripped laced underwear tucked inside his hat. When had you done that though? He didn't see you slide them in there and you'd physically only touched his hat once earlier when you gave it back, and used your telekinesis when you had initially taken it.

"How did- When did-?" He started to question, amazed by the trick.

"A magician never reveals the secrets of their tricks." You winked as you turned to gave him fully, letting him see your form in all it's glory. "But I can reveal my body to you~"

You could practically feel his gaze sliding over you, as he studied each and every detail of your body. Disembodied hands moving to caress your form once more like they had earlier. Once they'd seemingly mapped your form enough they came to rest on your hips, lightly tugging you towards him urging take a few steps closer.

"God your body is as mesmerizing as your magic." He pulled you into his lap, making quick work to start marking every inch of your skin as he could.

"it's quite unfair for you to be fully dressed still while I'm sat bare on you." You teased him, using your powers to strip him of his coat, best, and bandana in a mere instant before he'd even had time to give any form of response to you.

"I can already tell I'm gonna enjoy you doing that everytime." His voiced cooed out between the kisses he was currently planting along your neck.

At this point you'd begun to grind on his still clothed crotch, the feeling of needing him in you was growing extremely fast. "Buggy now that I've shown you mine performance, won't you show me yours?"

Getting the hint of what you meant, he slid you off his lap, standing to remove his remaining clothes himself. Afterwards he instructed you to lie on your stomach legs spread apart slightly, he grabbed what little bit of lube he had, using it to slick his member up, positioning himself at your entrance.

"Hope your ready because we're jumping to the main event." His form now seemed to trap you below him on the mattress as he slid himself into you.

Buggy gave a few slow experimental thrusts to get you both accustomed to the feel of each other, before setting a quicker pace of his hips. It was blissful, he wasn't absolutely wrecking you but also wasn't going aggravating slow either, he'd somehow found a good pace that was perfectly pulling moans out of your throat without much effort.

His crazed demeanor that had drawn you to him back in the pub had faded away, instead he'd become more like a lover you'd known for years, whispering sweet praises into your ears as he moved inside of you tenderly. Sure you would have been fine with this complete stranger completely rearranging your guts till you couldn't walk, but this sweet side of him was also a welcomed changed.

"God you feel amazing" His breath was warm against your ear. "I'm glad youre joining my crew because id honestly have to kidnap you if you weren't." He planted a few kisses to your shoulder.

"Of course sir, I've already decided to be all yours after tonight." You'd heard a satisfied groan come from him.

"Damn, just thinking about that is pulling me closer to the edge. Cum with me sweetheart." His pace picked up, one of his hands snaking it's way around your front to stimulate you and bring you to your peak quicker.

"Buggy~" you mewled so close to that peak of pleasure, and as soon as he'd given you a 'thats it baby' you were flying over that edge with him following along with you.

The pair of you were left panting messes, tangling your limbs back up together after you'd briefly separated yourselves, the two of you now laid together, curling up in the captains bed. You were taking in the warmth of each other as your hearts started to calm down and beat as one.

"Well I guess you could say that magic brought us together in this moment." You joked, enjoying this afterglow with him.

He laughed at your comment, relaxing that you were right considering your magic show is what brought his attention to you. "Yea, you're not wrong bout that."

With that the two of you spent the rest of the evening curled up together, listening to the distant sounds of the crew wreaking havoc and the sea softly crashing against the boat, till the pair of you fell asleep.

#live action buggy the clown #op buggy #buggy the clown #buggy x reader

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theboredinsomniac · 1 year

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Old flames

pairing: Tommy Miller x reader

summary: Tommy meets you again after almost a decade, an old flame that reignites after seeing you. But life gets in the way and you can't be together... now.

word count: 2.8k

note: Why do I seem to love seeing the Miller boys suffer? This is a pre-outbreak story.

Tommy was speechless. After almost a decade he was standing face to face with you on Joel’s driveway, and this meeting brought back a rush of memories of your short time together. It was nothing serious, at least that’s what he thought at first. He had been in the army in the middle of fucking nowhere, while you were working for the CIA, joining them for about three weeks with your boss.

Late night drinks eventually led to worn and cheap hotel rooms, but while he eventually thought there could be something more between you after you both returned to your respective homes, you didn’t even give him your number. So he was left behind with nothing to remind him of you, along with the fact you clearly just fooled around with him out of boredom or in the hopes of some stress release.

As he took a closer look at your face on the darkened street, he noticed the almost nervous expression on it. This was new. He couldn’t remember ever seeing you nervous. You pushed yourself away from the side of your car and walked up to him with your hands stuffed inside the pocket of your jacket.

“It’s good to see you,” you said cautiously.

He tilted his head to the side, wondering what to say to you after all this time. In the end he decided to be honest with you. “I would be lying if I said the same. But what do I owe the honor of you showing up after all this time?”

Inhaling and exhaling slowly, you gathered your strength to respond to his words. “I have a feeling I did something that hurt your feelings. Does it have anything to do with the fact we haven’t spoken since then?” you asked him quietly.

Tommy wasn’t surprised that you figured it out after the way he finished his question, but he still let out a short laugh at this. “Damn right it does,” he confirmed with a tired sigh. “But I’ll put that aside for now. Why are you here?”

You pulled out a folded paper from your pocket which turned out to be a photo of a familiar man. Tommy cursed in himself, wondering what this idiot did to get the attention of someone from the CIA from all organizations. “I’m here to talk to you about your friend, Gary Jacobs,” you told him, verifying his suspicion that you wanted info about him.

“What about him?”

“I have a few questions.”

There it was, he was right about your intentions. “Oh, everything’s business with you, isn’t it?” he asked with a mocking tone in his voice. You shook your head and gave him a pleading look, silently asking him to be more serious about this. Tommy rolled his eyes then folded his arms over his chest. “All right. What do you need?”

You carefully chose your words as you asked your questions, asking just enough to get valuable information without revealing anything about what you were suspecting. He answered some of them, but there were some tough ones where he drew the line, especially when he had a feeling you already had some incriminating answers from other sources.

Once you were done, you closed your little notepad and showed it back into the back pocket of your jeans. “You do know I could drag your ass in to answer the questions you dodged, right?” you asked him seriously to which he only replied with a shrug. “I won’t do it, don’t worry. Just saying. Thanks for your help. If you happen to remember anything more, or just change your mind about how much you want to tell me, you can reach me here,” you told him as you handed him a business card.

“And that would be?” he asked, showing you the back of the card with handwritten numbers and the name of a nearby hotel on it.

Nodding, you bit on your lower lip before finally speaking up. “That’s my private number and the hotel I’m staying in. I assumed you might not want to reach me through official channels.”

You were always one step ahead. He should have expected it. “How long are you staying in Austin?”

“I still have to take care of a few things so I would say a couple of days,” you replied.

It was his turn to nod, and then he watched you wave goodbye and head back to your car. He hated to admit it, but you were still just as beautiful as you had been all those years ago, and this awakened his old feelings for you. He wanted to hate you, to despise you, but there was nothing he could do against the returning memories. It was so easy to recall how soft your skin was under his touch, how sweetly you whined and moaned when he pushed all the right buttons.

“Fuck,” he muttered before getting into his own car.

********

The next day he and Joel went out to grab a drink in a bar, and without even noticing it, he apparently spent a good part of the evening talking about you; starting with complaints about your sudden appearance, then moving on to the fond memories of the days you spent together back in the day. And Joel, like a good big brother, listened to every word that became more slurred as the evening progressed.

“Why don’t you call her?” Joel asked him when Tommy stopped to order another round. The younger Miller shrugged, not bothering to find the right words to answer this simple question. “Look, it’s painfully obvious that you still have feelings for her. Talk to her while she’s still here.”

“I really, really, really liked her, you know,” he somehow managed to say, looking at his brother with a painful look in his eyes. “She just fucking left and I didn’t even know how to reach her. It’s not like I could just call the CIA and ask for her number. They would have denied her even working there. And going through the phone book, with me having absolutely no idea where she lived, wasn’t an option either.”

Tommy had already told these things to Joel, but the amount of alcohol he had just consumed made him quite forgetful. Also, it’s not like his brother complained, instead he listened to whatever he wanted to get out of his system with an understanding look in his eyes, lightly patting him on the shoulder as a sign of support every now and then.

With a sigh, Joel pulled out his phone and held out his hand. “I know you have her card with you. Give it to me.”

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

With suspiciously narrowed eyes, he eventually did as he was told, reaching into the inside pocket of his jacket to pull out the card. Joel took it and placed it on the table so he could write the numbers into his phone. Once he checked if he got it right, he hit the call button and put the device to his ear. Tommy was by now panicking, suddenly more sober once he realized what his brother was doing.

He definitely didn’t want to call you, but by the time he could have told Joel to just end the call, he already had the device near his ear. Cursing under his breath, he took it and held it to his ear with a grimace on his face. “Hello?” he asked, waiting to see if you were there at all.

“Who’s this?” you asked kindly, and the sweet sound of your voice made his heart ache.

Tommy drew in a deep breath, his eyes fixed on Joel who was moving his hand to encourage him to finally say something. “It’s Tommy Miller. Just… I don’t even know why I called,” he said, giving his brother a sharp look that said it’s-your-fault.

“Did you change your mind about answering those questions?”

He scoffed. “No. I think it’s more… personal.” A barely audible oh sound left your lips, and he thought about how to continue. If Joel hadn’t called you, he sure as hell wouldn’t have looked for you. But now that he was talking to you, he felt like saying, “What are you doing tomorrow?”

You remained silent for a while so he had to take a quick look at the screen to see if you were still there. “I have to meet someone in the afternoon, but I’m free in the evening. Why?”

“Can I visit you? Just to talk. About anything but Gary,” he clarified before you could say something about the case you were working on.

“I’ll be back by six, you can come any time after that. Room 314,” you told him.

“All right, I’ll be there around seven. See you then.”

“Bye.”

Tommy ended the call then handed the device back to his brother. “Happy?” he asked before reaching for his whiskey.

The older Miller nodded as he put away his phone. “Sort this out with her. Be honest and tell her how you feel. Maybe it will turn out she missed you too.”

“I doubt that,” he said sourly.

Rolling his eyes, Joel took a swig of his beer. “You never know.”

“And what if she rejects me? What if it turns out she’s in a serious relationship with someone?” Tommy asked after a longer period of silence.

He wasn’t sure about seeing you anymore, in fact he was quite certain it was a terrible idea. He should have ended the call instead of talking to you. Fuck, why did he drink this much? He wasn’t thinking straight anymore. He was doing stupid things and Joel was only good for making things worse for him.

As he was beginning to spiral, his brother across from him shook his head and put a hand on his forearm. “Listen, what do you have to lose? I’ll tell you. Nothing. She only stays for a few days, so if she doesn’t want anything from you, you get closure and you’ll never have to speak to her again. But if she wants to give a relationship a chance then you won. Either way, it’s gonna end your suffering. Don’t be a baby. Man up and meet her,” he said seriously.

“Maybe you’re right,” Tommy admitted.

“Of course I’m right. Come on, finish your drink and I’ll drive you home. You should sleep this off.”

********

“314, 314, 314,” Tommy kept repeating as he was looking for the room you were staying in.

He was an idiot for meeting you in your room instead of the bar on the ground floor. For a moment he stopped, wondering if he should call you and ask you to come down instead. Maybe it would be a better conversation with a drink in hand.

But then he found room 314 and stopped in front of it with his hand ready to move. All he had to do was knock and wait for you to open it. But what if he was making a mistake by coming here? What was he supposed to say?

Damn it, why did he let Joel win?

Oh, yes, he was a little too drunk to realize it was a bad idea.

After taking a deep breath, he eventually decided to knock on the door. He heard a faint voice from the room, and after a minute or two the door opened and he saw you standing there in a robe and still wet hair. He couldn’t help but gulp at the sight.

“Hi. I thought you said you were coming here around seven,” you said with a surprised look on your face.

Tommy chewed on his lower lip as he nodded. “Yeah, you said I can come any time after six and I finished earlier,” he explained awkwardly. It was way too tempting to take a better look at your body, but his mother raised him right. “I can come back later.”

“No, it’s okay, come in. Not like there was anything you haven’t seen before,” you added with a smile.

When you turned your back to him, he took a deep breath that he let out very slowly. He had to behave. You definitely weren’t flirting with him. Right? You couldn’t possibly be flirting.

Once he closed the door behind himself, Tommy walked inside and stopped next to you, nervously stuffing his hands into his pockets. He should hurry up and get this conversation over with, he knew that, but he couldn’t think of the right words to begin.

“Were you drunk when you called last night?” you asked him while you sat on the edge of the bed. “Your speech was kinda slurred.”

He was mortified. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he tried to think of a way to respond without making a fool of himself. If he wasn’t careful, you would immediately find out he was drunk because of you, and he sure as hell didn’t want you to know. “We were out for a drink with my brother. We weren’t really counting the rounds,” he replied after a while.

A small smile appeared on your gorgeous lips and the sudden need to capture them in a kiss was getting too much to bear. He had pushed you out of his thoughts for years, seemingly forgetting you even existed, but now that you were back, his feelings for you returned with full force. How in the hell could he fall so hard for you in just a couple of weeks?

“Did your meeting go well?” he found himself asking.

“You know I can’t discuss it with you.”

Nodding, Tommy took a hesitant step towards you. You tilted your head to the side slightly as you looked up at him, and he forgot how to breathe for a moment when he looked into your beautiful eyes. Without realizing what he was doing, he kneeled down in front of you and put his hands on your thighs. You looked confused, but you remained silent.

He took a deep breath to prepare himself, gathering the strength to say what was on his mind. It was hard to be honest with you, and he truly wished he had something to drink before coming to see you. Before he could change his mind, he put a hand on the back of your neck and pulled you into a soft kiss.

You didn’t even hesitate to return it, and when his tongue brushed over your bottom lip, you gladly gave him the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. It was all too familiar, he could vividly recall this to be just like your kisses back in the day, soft and sensual, and the taste of your plush lips was still heavenly.

But when he slipped his hands between your thighs, you suddenly put your hand on his and pulled it away. He leaned back to give you a confused look, having absolutely no idea what made you change your mind all of a sudden.

“I can’t do this, I’m sorry,” you whispered with an apologetic look.

“You have someone?” To his surprise, you shook your head. “Then what’s the problem? I thought you wanted me too.”

You laced your fingers with his as you let out a long sigh. “You’re involved in a case I’m working on. I can’t sleep with you, not now,” you explained.

It was easy to tell you were truly feeling bad about this. If this was the case, he wondered why you let him come over, especially since you knew he wouldn’t talk to you about his friend. Or were you hoping he would change his mind and spill out Gary’s secrets?

After what felt like an eternity, it was you who spoke first, your voice sweet like honey. “I regret not giving you my number or looking for you after what happened between us. I really liked you, Tommy.”

Nodding with a smile, he leaned in to kiss you again. “I really liked you too,” he said as he placed a quick kiss on the tip of your nose. “So how was that ‘not now’ part in what you said? Does this mean if you close that case there might be something?”

“Exactly. But don’t think you can get into my pants as easily as you did back in the day,” you added with a small laugh.

“All right, I like a good challenge,” Tommy told you as he stood up and walked to the desk by the wall. “Here’s my number,” he said as he wrote it down on the notepad. “So you don’t have to investigate.”

“I’ll call you. I promise.”

Tommy flashed a wide smile at you, then simply left the room. He didn’t want to say goodbye, because if he did, it would have been the end of something. But this was different. This was only the beginning.

#tommy miller x reader #tommy miller #tommy miller x you #the last of us #tlou #tlou hbo #the last of us hbo #joel miller

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magnoliacharmed · 2 months

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A Lot to Learn

(GIF credit - jasvvy)

18+, Drew McIntyre x Logan Paul, one-shot

[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]

Tags: Slight age difference, face fucking, anal sex, bruises, come eating

Word count: 2110

Author's Note: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Logan pranced. He pranced and paraded and trounced around backstage like the little boy he was. There was only a ten year age difference between him and Drew, but it felt more like fifteen. He was just so immature— he had no idea what it was like to work his way up to the top. Drew had to claw to the main event, just to have the floor fall out from under him when it was his moment to shine. Logan skipped his way in with his silly social media clout and got the US title bestowed on him like a crown. A crown for a prince that would never truly be a king, a holdover belt to tide his ego over. At least Drew could say there was some prestige to the World Heavyweight Championship. With him earning it, because there was no other option but for him to win, it would gain even more honor. He was a Top Guy, an important figure, something Logan Paul could never be.

“You’re pushing my buttons, kid. I suggest you go find someone else to mess with.”

“No man, I’m doing just fine right here. Am I bothering you?”

Yes.

“You bother me the same way a gnat does. Mild irritation, nothing I can’t handle.”

“Oh?”

Drew shut his eyes and let his hands rest behind his head. Once Elimination Chamber was over, he and Logan would not be anywhere near each other event-wise. He could focus on more important, worthy opponents, men with years of experience that showed in their sore muscles and scratched up bodies. Logan’s chest was disgustingly unblemished. No scars or bruising, no ring burn discoloring his skin. It was soft, it was pretty… it was fresh. It’d been a while since Drew had seen anyone with so much newness about themselves. Apparently no one had gotten to him yet, not even Roman from what the locker room gossip whispered through the grapevine. So Logan was a bit of a princess, wasn’t just letting any knight in the castle. Interesting images began to form in Drew’s mind.

“Don’t you have to go get ready.” Drew hoped the finality in his voice came across to Logan. It seemed to register in his head, only to be immediately tossed out into his mental wastebin. Logan looked down at his silly yellow vest and smiled the smile of someone who knew how annoying he was being.

“I am ready.”

Drew laughed. Ready, sure. Oh, the boy thought he was.

—-

Elimination Chamber was a hard fought match. Once again though, Drew did what he did best. He brawled and won as it was meant to be. Even with Randy stalking around, Bobby giving it a fair shake, and LA Knight showing impressive drive to be the best, the other men didn’t stand a chance against Drew. His prophecy was inching closer to being fulfilled, with no help from Logan buzzing around the ring. He spent a good majority of the match taunting him, which Drew thought was quite bold. It was cute, he was like a puppy nipping at his heels for attention. Drew had noticed that was just the way he was, always poking and prodding at bigger men for scraps of acknowledgement. Maybe it was time to give him what he needed so he’d stop being such a fucking nuisance.

“Great job out there Drew. Hope my dick drawing didn’t distract you too much.” Logan stood at Drew’s door a sweaty, disheveled, slightly pink mess. That worn out, used up look fit him a lot better.

“Not at all. Nothing was going to get in my way of going to Wrestlemania… not you or your dick, sweetheart.”

A separate, deeper flush than the one that painted his chest colored Logan’s face as he smiled again. It didn’t quite reach his eyes this time due to some sort of anticipation and fear that flashed in his irises.

“Thinking about my dick, are you Drew? I’m not surprised, I tend to have that effect on people.”

“You’re quite smug for someone who's had everything handed to him.”

Drew was up and approaching Logan before he could run out of the door and back into his hidey-hole of a dressing room. Probably nothing but bottles of Prime and yes men in there waiting to praise Logan for the bare minimum of selling like he was supposed to and not injuring anyone. It made Drew sick. Logan looked down at the knob and felt the cold surface of the door against his back while Drew’s heavy breathing made his chest rise and touch his. Drew had a lot of dark chest hair that Logan suddenly had to urge to rub his face in.

“You’re right, I have been given a lot. I can admit that I always get what I want, as long as I ask for it.” Logan stared up into Drew’s eyes with a pout that immediately made Drew’s cock stiffen up.

“So you just asked for big matches? For the US Championship?”

“I asked. Triple H and the executives felt like I deserved it. It was a mutual thing.”

Drew’s expression hardened. What a little jerk, throwing his weight around like that. Of course they would let him get high profile events, he had millions of followers. That meant he deserved shots that the other guys who’d started out wrestling in high school gyms for free food would have never bothered to dream of.

“What are you going to ask for now?”

The skin around Logan’s eyes creased when he laughed. It sounded undone and nervous, no usual unearned confidence making it too loud of a noise.

“You gonna show me more of what’s under that kilt? I think you tried flashing me as a distraction so you could win.”

“I would’ve won whether I did or didn’t flash you.”

Drew removed his kilt and pulled down his trunks in quick succession, exposing himself to Logan without ever looking away from his face. The sides of Logan’s mouth twitched when he saw how perfectly thick Drew’s cock was. It was crazy he wore trunks knowing he was that was big.

“Nice.”

“Hm. You know what you’re gonna do for me, Logan? You’re going to earn what you want tonight. For the first time in your life, you’re going to have to work for your reward. Got it?”

Logan shrugged and decided to throw caution to the wind. He always got what he wanted in the end. It might take a few false starts and pit stops, but it worked out in one way or the other. He rubbed his face into Drew’s chest and inhaled deeply. His post-match sweat was intoxicatingly strong and only served to make Logan rush to get on his knees. Drew rolled his eyes at the way he exaggeratingly crossed his eyes at the length of his dick. Everything was a joke to this kid.

Logan pulled out his own cock as he took Drew into his warm mouth. The scent of his sweat was amplified twice over that close to his balls and his mass of equally dark pubic hair. Wrapping his hand around himself, he felt precome drip out onto his fingers. Drew was already groaning from the way Logan hollowed out his cheeks around his dick.

“You’re a pro at this, huh? Been getting your practice in on the other boys?”

“Not yet,” Logan squeezed himself and stroked with a fervor, then continued to suck.

Drew couldn’t help but to feel like he was going to come thinking about Logan with his mouth open and waiting for Roman or LA Knight or Santos, any one of the guys he’d provoked over the last year or so, to paint his tongue back to back. His hands reached to grab into the weirdly cut strands of Logan’s hair so he could push his dick past his tongue and down into his throat. Surprisingly he took it well with no tears spilling out or teeth scraping the sensitive skin. Drew closed his eyes and shoved Logan’s head completely against himself, letting the boy gag around him until he slapped a hand against his thigh to let him breathe. Although he felt like he’d die from the loss of sensation and wet, pretty noises, Drew slowly removed himself from Logan’s mouth.

“I was just about to come too, fuck.” Logan poked his bottom lip out petulantly.

“You’ll be happy you didn’t.”

Logan was pulled up off of his knees only to be dragged over to the nearest couch. Drew took his time and got comfortable when sat down on it, spreading his legs wide open and letting his cock bob in the air.

“Come on, take those off and come sit in my lap,” Drew patted at his upper thighs, also covered in hair, and winked at Logan. He wasn’t done with him yet, not by a long shot. From the speed in which Logan stripped down, he knew he wasn't done either.

Drew picked up a bottle of lube from the side table and squeezed a generous amount into his hand to smooth across his dick. All of Logan’s thoughts, what few he had in the first place, left the building when he sank down onto Drew in one swift movement. Drew’s eyes widened in surprise; he didn’t know Logan was that capable.

“Aren’t you a good boy?”

Drew began to fuck up into Logan before he could respond. His face slackened up in ecstasy with every thrust inside of him. Logan attempted to ride back against him, but his aching legs betrayed him by shaking. Not only was he being fucked harder than he’d ever been, the chamber match had done a number on him too. Maybe Drew and the others thought he was just there to bring fresh eyes to the program, but he really was trying his hardest in the ring. Just as soon as he was ready to give up and let himself enjoy it all, Drew pressed his fingers harshly into the flesh of his hips. The sudden pain gave him a jolt that motivated him to grind deep and huff out shallowly.

“There you go. I knew you’d like that, baby,” Drew smoothed over the marks he’d left deep in Logan’s skin. It was a good thing he wore tights instead of trunks, or else the top brass would have his head for leaving their golden boy all ruined. Logan responded with a steadying breath that turned into a destroyed moan when Drew grabbed at his twitching cock. Gasps fell from Logan’s mouth every time Drew stroked him with his rough palm while he plunged himself as far as he could go inside of him.

“Please Drew, please—“

Drew watched as Logan’s body shuddered hard while he came. It leaked out messily onto his hand, Logan bucking up into his fist involuntarily from the orgasm. His vision cleared up enough to see Drew holding up said hand to his lips for him to clean up. With the first couple of licks, Drew once again sank his fingers back into the bruises on Logan’s hip to lift him up off of his dick. Seconds later, he felt the warmth of Drew’s come splash across his ass and the very bottom of his lower back.

“Really got me good here,” Logan ran the pads of his fingers against his reddish-purple bruises and bit back a moan.

“Wanted to leave a little something behind. Now you’ve got some scars, something that proves you can take a little pain. It looks like you like having them, too, which is an even better sign. It means you’re finally on your way to becoming a worthy competitor. Maybe one day you’ll face me for the title.”

Drew’s smile was patronizingly sweet as he ruffled up Logan's stupid haircut further. Logan was still a young man. It’d take a lot of hard work and practice, not necessarily with Drew alone, to really turn him into the best he could be.

“Yeah, maybe so.”

“Until then, you come find me or any of the other guys and we’ll try to help you, okay?”

Logan nodded as he put his gear back on in a daze, not even bothering to clean himself up.

“We won’t break you— not too badly anyways.”

Logan let a weird smile spread across his face when he reached the doorway. It was huge, all teeth and kind of crazy with the corresponding way his pupils blew out and let the blue that surrounded them turn into little slivers..

“What if I wanna be broken?”

#drew mcintyre #logan paul #wwe #elimination chamber #wrestling #magnoliafanfic #wrestling smut #wwe smut #wwe fanfiction

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koihanwrites · 1 year

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Me request for a uh

[Hc format]

Rei, Natsume, Tsumugi and Nazuna's reaction in us drawing them

Bc they slay sm so amazing

I am me anon 😍

Nazuna and Natsume's Reaction To Us Drawing Them!

Male reader

Pairing/s: Natsume x m!reader | Nazuna x m!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings? : Established relationship!

Nazuna Nito

Out of nowhere while you were in Nazuna's house, you were staring at his rabbit pet you had a sudden motivation to draw your boyfriend Nazuna.

You tried your best to hide your drawing while hanging out/talking with him.

He will catch you looking at him quite often and will ask you what's wrong.

The only way to get out of this situation is by lying so you went on telling that you found a small dirt beside Nazuna's pretty eyes.

You wiped an invisible dirt and wink at him, a blush creeping on his cheeks.

A few hours later and he decided to cook something for you two, you took this the perfect chance to continue your drawing.

It took you quite a long time to draw him, adding a little more details to his hair then...you're finally done!

You rose from your seat then quietly sneak towards Nazuna, the drawing on your hand.

With both of your hands, you covered his eyes while speaking in his ear.

"Guess who~?"

Of course Nazuna already know who that voice belonged but you whispering to his ear? oh boy, this adorable man's face slowly turned light pink.

E-eh, who~? It's you, right? (Name)?"

A smile formed on your lips as you took your hands off his eyes. He turned his head to face you, looking at you straight in the eyes.

You showed your drawing to him and he slowly took it, it took him a few seconds to realize that it was a drawing of him. His face became red as he stares at the drawing in his hand.

"(Name)..! thwis (this) amwazing!! (amazing) it looks so much like me!" Nazuna shouted in glee as he continue looking at the drawing. His eyes sparkling and a big smile on his face.

"You truly have a talent for art! I-i'll keep it close to my heart! thank you so much, I love you!~" He suddenly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to a hug, a cute giggle escaping his mouth.

After some time you decided to take your leave. After you left, Nazuna puts your drawing to a picture stand then placed it on his desk, which is close to his bed so when he wakes up every morning the first thing he will see is your drawing. (so cute!!)

Natsume Sakasaki

So imagine a test coming up and it's one of your least favorite subject.

You were worried that you might fail the test so you called your boyfriend, Natsume for help.

He is a genius afterall.

You told him if he could help you study for the test, and of course as the best boyfriend he is. He agreed and let you in at his secret place.

Time skip to the test, you passed!

You decided to give him a thank-you gift, so you drew him.

Since Natsume has a secretive and mischievous side, you need to be aware of your surroundings or else you might find Natsume behind you as you draw.

Fortunately, nothing like that happened so it is safe to say that your gift is secured!

You happily gave it to him when you two were alone helping Natsume's idol work.

You told Natsume that you passed the test because of him then gave him the drawing.

"oH? what's thIS Little KitTEN?"

Natsume would be surprised at how great your drawing is, from his beautiful golden eyes trough the way you perfectly drew his asymmetrically cut hair.

His expression outside would be calm and amused but inside he is really flustered and touched at your gift. I can imagine him panicking mentally but puts on a cool facade.

You can clearly see his cheeks turning red a little.

If you tried to tease him about it, he will ignore you and instead puts on a cheeky grin and gave you a quick kiss on the lips as a reward.

He will act very smug towards you and will sprinkle you with praises.

"Fufu~...I'm honoRED to have such a talenTED boyfriend~"

"I will very much cheRISH this work of ART~"

"You did very WELL at draWING my features...I guess you DO really loVE me, KitTEN~?"

All flirts aside, Natsume would stop being smug at you and tell you how much he loves and adores your gift.

He promised that he will make a special magic spell only for you to return the favor.

"Please look forWARD to it, darLING~" + A silly flirty wink

...

The end..... ✩

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pleasantlycrazyworld · 1 year

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Part three of messy breakup

Eddie Munson x gn!reader

Read part one and part two first

Eddie is still at war with himself over these feelings he has for you. Honestly he has never felt this way before and it’s freaking him out. He wants to talk to someone about this but the person he goes to with this kind of thing is you and well he can’t talk to you about you!

So he goes to the only other person he can think of...Wayne.

Wayne wasn’t expecting to see Eddie up and pacing when he got home early in the morning after his shift. “Son? Is everything okay, it’s nearly three in the morning.” Wayne looks around the trailer and realizes that you weren’t staying the night. “Where’s Y/N? Did something happen?” Eddie looks over at Wayne and Wayne is concerned by the look in his boys eyes.

“Wayne I don’t understand this feeling I’ve been having. My stomach feeling like it’s in knots every time Y/N is around me or even when I just think of them. My heart starts racing and it goes so fast it feels like I’m about to have a panic attack but I never do, my hands start sweating and I get concerned about how I look or smell and Wayne I’ve never felt this way before and it’s really starting to freak me out.” Wayne looks at Eddie with a pitiful smile and Eddie rolls his eyes seeing it. “Don’t look at me like that you old man this is serious! I think something is like seriously wrong”

Wayne gives Eddie a playful glare. “Son, are you really that dumb? Nothing is wrong with you boy.” Eddie looks at Wayne with his big brown eyes. “Then why am I feeling this way Wayne?”

Oh this boy is really clueless...

“Son... you’re in love.” Eddie’s eyes widen. Holy shit he’s right.

After Eddie’s conversation with Wayne he realizes what he needs to do. The next day when you come over he is going to show you how you make him feel...some how.

You came over to the trailer before either one of the Munson’s were home to clean up and prepare dinner for them. Both of them were at work so you had a few hours to get things done before they were to come home. You started by playing music and cleaning the living area and kitchen. After the dishes were done and everything was back in their correct location you went to start on Eddie’s room.

You made his bed and collected his dirty laundry when you found his D&D notebook open on his table. You didn’t think anything of it, so you walk over and go to close it before putting it on top of his bed so he can see it when he gets home but something catches your eye.

There was a new drawing in there that she has never seen before. Taking a closer look at it you see that it’s an elf prince(ss) that looks extremely like you. Flipping through the plans he had written out you see that the club will need to save the new character and whoever saves them first wins the heart of the prince(ss). In parenthesis Eddie made a small note, (No one can truly save them but me). Y/N smiles at the note.

“What are you doing here so soon?” Hearing Eddie’s voice makes you jump and drop the notebook. Eddie figured you didn’t hear him come in due to the music playing so loudly but he didn’t mean to scare you. “Oh shit sorry sweetheart” he leans down and picks up what you dropped before noticing that it was his notebook and when he does notice his eyes widen. “You weren’t suppose to see that!” He starts to panic “I know it’s probably weird for me to have a drawing of a D&D character that looks so much like you” you try to cut him off “Eddie honey-” but there is no use as he keeps rambling. “but I won’t use it if you aren’t comfortable with it and I-” “Eddie!” He finally stops his ramble and his eyes snaps back up to you with a dark blush across his face.

You give him a soft, kind smile. “Sweets, you have no reason to apologize truly I’m honored you would make me into a character.”

After hearing your reassurance Eddie starts contemplating on if he should confess. He decides that he needs to, this seems to be the perfect time.

“Y/N...there is a reason I drew it to be like you. And before you cut me off I want you to just listen. I...I think I love you. At least Wayne tells me that’s what I’m feeling. All I know is whenever I’m around you my stomach turns into knots, and my hands get sweaty and it gets hard to focus on anything but you but this feeling doesn’t leave when you leave it stays. I go to bed and I think of you and I wake up thinking of you. I can’t focus on anything without you coming to mind and I have never felt this way. Not with Chrissy, not with anyone I’ve been with before and it’s really scaring me. I can’t lose you.”

Listening to everything Eddie has to say makes tears form in your eyes. You never thought Eddie would return your feelings especially after the whole messy breakup with Chrissy...”Eddie..” You’re at a lost for words which really worries Eddie.

Did I mess this up?

Before Eddie can try to back track you walk over to him and pull him into a deep kiss. Pulling away you rest your forehead against his. He is now the one at a lost of words. “Eddie I think I love you too.” Eddie breaks into a huge smile before kissing you deeply on more time.

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randoimago · 5 months

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Top three fandom asks for Persona 5? 👀

Personally my top three ships are RyuAnn, ShuMako, and MakoHaru 🥱

Oh Persona 5, I can tell you right now that all of my least favorite things will have to do with Ryuji. I think I'm dumb because I don't remember who Shu is for the ShuMako ship😖

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3 male characters I love: Ryuji, Akechi, Maruki (it was so hard to do a top three because I also love Mishima and Yusuke so very much)

3 female characters I love: Futaba, Sumire, Ann

3 romantic ships I love:

Honestly, my romantic ships have to be the other phantom thieves with Joker (minus Futaba cause I like them better as siblings, and also minus Morgana for obvious reasons). Idk I just like the dynamic that Joker has with the others.

Joker/Akechi. Look, I found the two of them neat in P5 and then Royal came along with giving Akechi an actual social rank and I really found them neat. But then fucking Robbie Daymond and Xander Mobus had to make a song together as the characters. Enemies to Frenemies (reluctant allies really) to Lovers really hits with them

Sojiro/Wakaba, just listening to when Sojiro would talk about Wakaba and then seeing the alternative ending with Royal and how Sojiro is there... I absolutely loved them.

3 platonic dynamics I love:

Ann/Shiho (I wish there was more. Thank god for Royal having some moments, but I wanted to visit Shiho in the hospital with Ann or something)

Ryuji/Ann (tbh I love their best friend energy they have going on. Not a single braincell between them and I love it)

Sojiro/Futaba/Joker. I'm sorry but good adoptive father/daughter relationships feel so hard to find and I just love that family so much. It's the found family dynamic too ngl

Honorable mention - Futaba/Yusuke. They're idiots and I love their friendship

3 favorite moments in canon:

Saving Futaba and her learning the truth (honestly her whole arc) was just so amazing. It was so heartbreaking, but so satisfying to be able to help her.

The alternative ending for Royal is a favorite because it's unbelievably bittersweet. Like you should feel happy when you see it. You should think that it's the right choice because everyone got their happy ending, but it's just so heartwrenching and I love it so so much (I cry every damn time I see it).

Every Persona awakening was just amazing to watch. Oh my god and Akechi's "second" persona reveal? It's so amazing and I wish I could watch it all again like I've never seen it before because damn it was so cool.

3 favorite headcanons:

Yusuke ended up taking interest once when Ann and Haru were showing Makoto and Futaba how to paint their nails. Yusuke stated that the girls could do better and then gave them beautiful nail art (he did get a bit thrown off when Futaba wanted nails specific to the Kamen Riders, but he did it).

Ryuji, Mishima, and Joker all just crowded around that gatcha machine in Akihabara or in the Arcade trying to get specific figures and dolls. Mishima and Ryuji taking turns and failing and then Joker, with max stats being smug because obviously he can do it and then he fails too. They eventually suck up their pride and beg Shinya to win them the Jack Frost doll.

Ann visiting Shiho for regular meet ups and telling her all about the new friends she made. Sometimes Ann brings mini paintings that Yusuke drew or anime character stickers that Futaba had extras for. Shiho hasn't met these people, but Ann talks highly about Shiho to them so they all want to give the girl little presents. It is very exciting when Shiho is finally introduced to Ann's new friends. Shiho is very proud of Ann for the happiness she managed to find.

3 least favorite things about it:

Oh fucking boy I hated all the crap Ryuji got. He's such a good best friend, he sacrificed his life! And instead of the "Oh my god, I'm so happy you're okay!" that he deserved, he was pummeled for comedic effect?? Fuck you Atlas.

Again, with Ryuji, specifically with how he was treated by Morgana throughout the entire game. And then when Ryuji stood up for himself, Morgana was suddenly the victim?? Haru didn't even get her own spotlight because of this little shit.

And hey, another least favorite that ties in with the others. Fucking Haru. She was in her dad's goddamn palace. She was trying to fix things so she could have her dad back. It should've been emotional and it should've made us attached and love Haru. But honestly, I was mostly frustrated with the palace and dealing with Morgana that when Haru's dad died it was just an "Oh no! Anyway..." moment where I moved on so quickly. Thank god for Strikers helping me actually appreciate Haru more.

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For Whom the Bell Tolls - Chapter Six - Warning

Pairing: Eddie Munson x OFC (Kat Ramsay), sequel to Foolin’

Summary: As Eddie tries to focus on things like Hellfire club, Kat is still dealing with headaches. Chrissy seeks her out, needing to talk. This leads Kat to unblock more of her memories.

Warnings: stress, anxiety, mention of death

Word count: 3.7k

Chapter song: Warning by Queensrÿche

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At school the following Monday, everyone was buzzing about spring break next week. After this, the seniors were pretty much in the clear. It wouldn’t be long until graduation. To distract himself from Kat’s situation, Eddie was focused on passing the torch to the next leader of Hellfire. This would be his final session as Dungeon Master before he would set his sights on California, so he was determined to make it one they would never forget.

He spent study hall keeping to himself as he drew up character sheets and outlined the story. During class, he would draw the game’s villain. He immersed himself in the fantasy world he had total control over. Here, he was the one that called the shots. Here, he had the power and the bravery to finish any quest that was set before him.

In between classes, he stood outside smoking a cigarette. A younger boy, probably a sophomore, stood near him. He kept looking over at him awkwardly as if he was going to approach Eddie, but then decided against it. “You, uh, need something, man?” he asked.

“Um, maybe. I heard you were the one–”

“How much do you need?” He cut the kid off, sparing him from the fearful look in his eye.

“A half.”

“That’ll be $20,” he said as he opened the lunchbox under his arm. The kid scooted over to him, digging in his pocket for the money. Eddie looked around, making sure none of the teachers or staff were in view. Seamlessly, he went in for a handshake where he put the half ounce of weed in the boy’s hand while taking the twenty dollar bill in his own. “You might want to put that in your lunch bag or something so it doesn’t smell,” he advised.

“Oh, good idea. Uh, thanks,” he mumbled before rushing away.

He shook his head as he finished his cigarette. First timers were always scared of him. He had to laugh at how ridiculous it all was. Everyone talked so much shit, yet he was always their go to guy for a fix. Sheer irony.

As he went back inside someone in a letterman jacket bumped into him. “Watch where you’re going, Satan Spawn!”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “I was, Bench Warmer,” he retorted before he slipped through the crowd of students and out of the oaf's reach. There were days, much like today, that just exhausted him as insults were hurled at him randomly. In no time at all, this would be a thing of the distant past. That’s what he kept reminding himself.

On his way to the cafeteria he passed Ms. Kelley’s office. He was surprised to see Chrissy Cunningham rushing out of there, wiping something off her cheek. ‘Maybe Hawkins royalty isn’t as perfect as they appear…’ he thought to himself. Someone of her status would never be caught dead being involved with the school’s shrink. He wasn’t one to judge, but he always thought she had it in her to be different. At least, that’s what he hoped after he spent brief time with her at their middle school talent show. He knew better than to hold onto that though. She was always destined to be a cheerleader.

All thoughts of the social chain of command in Hawkins left him, when he felt a slender arm link around his and faintly heard The Cure blaring from the owner’s walkman. “Care to escort a lady to lunch?” Kat asked, smiling up at him.

“T’would be an honor, m’lady,” he said gallantly in a voice that made her giggle.

“How’s your day been?”

“Got called Satan spawn today. That’s a new one.”

“Ooh, bonus points for creativity!” she laughed.

“What about you? How’re you holding up?” As much as he wanted to, he could never hide the concern from his voice.

“Raging headache,” she sighed. “But I’ll live. Stop worrying about me! I know that look. You have Hellfire to worry about,” Kat tried to reassure him.

When they were all seated, the fourth member of Corroded Coffin spoke up. “Um, Eddie… I have some bad news. My, uh, family is…” He spoke slowly at first, but when Eddie gave him a look he rushed his words to lay everything out in the open. “My family is going away for spring break and we are leaving right after school so I won’t be at–”

“You. Are. Missing. The final session?!” Eddie shrieked.

“I tried. I really tried. You know how my mom is! She didn’t care!”

“Who am I going to get to fill your place?!” he spat.

“I’ll do it?” Kat volunteered, causing the whole table to look at her in disbelief. “What! It’s the final one. Dustin will help me level up my character. Right, Dustin?”

Eddie looked at her like she just sincerely asked him if the sky was blue.

“I– I– yup! I can do that. Sure, sure, sure.” Dustin agreed immediately hoping it wouldn’t send Eddie into a rant. Instead, he just rubbed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Kat I have been trying to get you to play this, for the whole year. And now? Now you volunteer?”

“I mean, I can go support Robin doing her thing in band, if you don’t need me,” she said slyly as she inspected her nails.

“No. No. If we lose one more player, the game won’t work. Dustin, she needs to be at least at level five. Do not let me down!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it!” he said nervously.

“Alrighty, Dusty. I’m your ride home this week.”

“We’ll start tomorrow! But, uh, do you… even… know what kind of–”

Kat interrupted Dustin with an insulted scoff. “I am an elf sorceress and my name is Kat the Magnificent. Oh and Eddie made me take that quiz that one time. I'm a chaotic neutral.”

“Kat, you can’t be a sorceress at level one. You’re just a magic-user,” Dustin sighed.

“Okay, well, I’m a chaotic neutral elf…magic person. Thank you very much. Now, start rolling the dice and see what level I am!”

Eddie had a proud twinkle in his eye even if Kat clearly had no idea what she was talking about. Dustin hung his head as he shook it and sighed again. Mike actually reached into his backpack and shook his bag of dice, “We could start now and at least see what spells she has?” he suggested.

“Let’s do it, in case I have to change anything,” Eddie said with a huge grin plastered across his face.

They all spent the rest of lunch teaching Kat about the basics of D&D and rolling the dice to see what level one spells she had. She was even serious enough about it to start writing it down. There was no way she would remember all the details about shocking grasp or protection from evil. She let out a whoop that caused people to stare at them for a moment when she rolled a ten, allowing her to pick whatever miscellaneous spell she wanted. Naturally, she picked find familiar and the die revealed she had a black cat, which, of course she did. Eddie knew she barely had the mental capacity to add this onto her plate, but the effort she was putting in to try made his heart swell, especially watching her just have fun. For her, it was a welcome distraction and escape if only for a moment.

Kat found her mind often drifting to this new character she was creating for the rest of the day. It was especially helpful when her headache really started to act up. Despite all that, her thoughts somehow ended up straying towards Chrissy quite often. In Chemistry, she felt nauseous almost the whole time. It subsided when Chrissy left the class early for whatever reason. The whole situation sent alarm bells ringing for Kat. She made it a point after that to seek her out to check in with her and make sure she was doing okay. It was only a matter of time before something had to give.

At the end of the day, Kat made a quick stop at her locker. Lost in her own world, as she turned the corner to head out the main entrance, she didn’t even notice someone barreling towards her and collided right into someone. When she realized who it was, she couldn’t help but laugh. “Chrissy, we gotta stop meeting like this,” she spoke lightheartedly.

“Thank god it’s you, Kat. I was actually looking for you,” she said almost breathlessly. Her expression was riddled with anxiety, which Kat noticed immediately. She grabbed Chrissy by the wrist and brought her into the nearest empty classroom. The contact made her stomach lurch and her head throb, but she did her best to ignore this.

“What’s going on? You look a little… Well, you look a bit worse for wear,” her voice was apologetic, but sincere.

“I just… I don’t know who to talk to who will really get it. Ms. Kelley thinks it’s just stress, but…” She shook her head in an attempt to focus. “I’ve been having headaches since Friday and nothing I do helps, really. Then there’s the nosebleeds and– and the nightmares. It’s like every night. They’re just… They’re so horrible. I– I don’t know what to do.” She was almost in tears as she confessed everything to Kat.

“Alright, this is going to sound completely crazy, but I know exactly what you’re going through. Since the beginning of this month, I’ve had nightmares that have felt real. And they’ve been horrible. My headaches are back again, so I’ve got that too. It feels like…” Kat sighed. She didn’t want to go into full detail knowing that Chrissy was in no way prepared for the truth, but she did the best she could to lightly dance around it while she explained what she could. “It’s like there is something constantly scratching at the back of my mind. I just… I feel like something horrible is going to happen? And I don’t know why both of us are sort of going through the same thing.”

“So it’s not just me? It’s so hard to concentrate on school. I left… I left Chemistry early to see Ms. Kelley. I mean, it feels more than all this stuff I go through at home.”

“Like with your mom?” Chrissy avoided eye contact and stared at the floor, but she nodded. “This is gonna sound weird, but leave the radio on when you go to sleep. It might help. And… Look, weed helped me for a little while. I really think it could help you, Chrissy. I’m never gonna force you to do something you don’t want to do, but depending on how bad it gets… It’s an option. I’ve been dealing with this for…for a long time now. Just if you feel like there’s no other option, it might be worth a shot, okay?”

Chrissy nodded. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot… There's just the championship game at the end of this week. I just need to make it until then. I can’t– I don’t want to deal with people questioning me about things on top of everything else… They don’t understand.” She was fidgeting with the hem of her jacket as she spoke. Kat’s heart was breaking for her. Chrissy wasn’t someone she was close with, but she knew enough that this was taking an enormous toll on her. If this was connected at all to the lab or to her own past, she almost felt personally responsible. She wanted to take it upon herself to put a stop to this, to her pain. No one deserved to go through this kind of torment.

“No, most people wouldn’t. But I know exactly what you’re going through. It’s not easy.”

Chrissy gave Kat a sad smile, acknowledging the comradery between the two of them. She quickly glanced at the clock and gasped, “Oh my god, I’m going to be late for practice. I’m so sorry, I gotta go.” She tried to quickly pull herself together and headed towards the door. “Thank you for listening, Kat.”

“Always. Whenever you need anything, just let me know.” She tried her best to appear strong and confident for Chrissy. On the outside she appeared to as Chrissy gave her another half smile before she hurried towards the gym. When she was out of sight, Kat let out a shuddering sigh.

Eddie was still waiting outside of Kat’s car to talk to her before they left school. Immediately he noticed the concerned look on her face. “Hey, what happened?” he wondered as soon as she was close to him.

“Eddie, this is really bad. Chrissy just talked to me about how her headaches won’t go away. She’s had nightmares every night since Friday and now, she’s getting nosebleeds on top of everything else. I just… I don’t know what to do. I need to figure out what to do.” He pulled her in for an embrace which she desperately needed at that point. She needed some form of comfort or reassurance. He was the only one that could give her that. One way or another, he always knew what she needed and she was so grateful for that. “It’s not like I can force her to try weed or carry a walkman around,” she continued, her voice flustered. “That isn’t like her. And she even said she can’t handle people noticing things like that and commenting about it, on top of everything else she’s dealing with.”

“Kat, you can’t blame yourself for what’s going on with Chrissy. You don’t even know how everything’s connected. It’s awful as shit to have to wait, but she’ll come around when she’s ready,” he tried to reassure her.

“Yeah, no. You’re right,” she sighed. “Maybe I can… Maybe there’s something from one of my memories that I don’t remember. Maybe I can find the connection there.” She pulled away to kiss him goodbye for the day. “It’s worth a shot. I can’t just sit here and wait.”

“Do you want me to be there with you?”

“No, I’ll be okay. You have Hellfire to prepare for. I don’t want to distract you from that.” She gave his hand a squeeze before she opened her car door. “I’ll call you later, okay?”

He nodded as he turned to head back toward his van. She was too stubborn to let him help her with this, he knew that much. He just had to focus on his own stuff. At least for today. Tomorrow was another story.

– – – – – – – – – –

Kat’s mind was reeling. The answer to her connection with Chrissy was right there in front of her. Perhaps she would find it tucked away in her memories.

She hadn’t worked on figuring out her past since Hank was here last month. Of course there was some huge breakthrough at his job and he had to rush back to Nevada. This was the first time she actually wanted to remember.

“You need to know what you’re capable of,” Hank’s words echoed in her mind. What could he have meant by that?

After she got home and changed into her bathing suit, she turned on all the space heaters once she got in the garage. She uncovered the pool and agitated the water. The water was freezing, but Kat was too determined to let that stop her. She pressed play on the recording, picking right back up from where her and Hank had left off.

She got into the pool and began to float. Focusing all her energy on listening to the surveillance footage, the stinging cold of the water didn’t even register. Instead, she found herself back in a lesson room.

The whole lab was practically desemated. When there was almost silence, save for some voices talking down the hall it seemed, she moved her still body off the cold tiled floor. She looked around, trying to make sense of what happened. What she found was Dr. Brenner lying on the floor, blood running down his face.

She was too stunned to rush to his aide. She had felt the energy that caused the door to fly off its hinges. Papa was probably as good as dead. Above her, the lights flickered. Slowly, she got up and her feet started to move her out of the room. There were two other powerful sources of energy nearby. It was all she could feel and she was heading towards it like a moth to a flame.

As she neared the rainbow room, her stomach lurched. Whose power she was sensing, it was truly immense. Just like she did in the lesson room, she made herself invisible, cloaking herself in her own energetic field. She peered through the crack in the door.

She recognized Peter, the orderly. The sinister look on his face, the evil in his eyes… It should have made Kat run away right then and there. But she saw 011.

The lab wasn’t very conducive for making friends. The older kids above her, they had more of a sense about socializing. Kat did too, seeing as how she was raised here. This environment made her want to keep to herself and much as possible. She had shared a room with 011 and as much as two children could in that place, they did form some kind of bond. Kat always looked out for her, putting those who dared to bully her in their place.

Immediately, she could feel something was off about Peter. She could feel the double-edged sword he used when he spoke. He knew the things he said weren’t always as they seemed. She had warned 011 that there was something dark lurking beneath his words.

All her suspicions were proved right. When 011 was slammed into the door, she used that as her chance to slip into the room. From the power Peter possessed, she knew this was 001. She watched as he tossed 011 around like a ragdoll. She was frozen in place, not by 001, but from fear.

Watching was all she could do. She watched in horror as 011 began to float, as 001 had her in his grasp as if she was a balloon. It was when her limbs began to distort, to crack, and bend in ways they shouldn’t, she knew it was then or never to even just try to save the closest thing she had to a friend.

Throwing her arms out in front of her, she put all her energy into 011. She counteracted 001’s by essentially throwing out her forcefield, the energy that kept her safe, around 011. Of course, in doing so, she wasn’t able to hide herself anymore. 001 didn’t even notice Kat until it was too late.

011 took control of her body again. After letting out a primal scream, she used every ounce of energy she could to throw 001 back, pinning him against the wall. She landed kneeling on the rainbow floor.

Kat still had her arms outstretched, also focusing her energy to keep 001 pinned. She began to walk over to 011’s side. The lights dimmed and she rose onto her feet. Kat saw the tears of blood that stained 011’s face. They exchanged a knowing nod. Kat dropped her hands to her side while one hand took hold of 011’s. Together they walked toward 001. They stood in front of the two way mirror that he had broken through.

Anger courses through Kat. This room, the halls, in other rooms, it was all littered with dead, innocent bodies. 001 had lied to 011, to both of them. She remembered him telling her she wasn’t powerful enough. That he needed to focus on 011. He would still help her escape too so that she could get back to her family, but she would never compare to 011. If it wasn’t for her help, 011 would have been another body to add to the count. And as much as Kat wanted to get back to her family, she knew they were the reason she was here in the first place. They dropped her off and never looked back. Always told she was never enough, always made to feel alone… Kat was done feeling that way. She didn’t have to do this alone and neither did 011. Her rage ignited the energy that coursed through her.

In synchronicity, the two snapped their gazes toward 001. With a guttural scream, they extended their free arms and sent a surge of unbridled energy toward the monster in front of them. She could hear his muffled cries and struggle as he squirmed under the weight they had on him to hold him in place.

Their energy shone as a bright light in the center of his chest. It grew brighter and brighter until he began to break down. He let out a scream of pain. The energy burned him. It looked as if he was turning to ash and every particle danced around him as he continued to disintegrate. Kat screamed again as she gave one final push of energy. He faded into this red portal until all that remained were the cracks on the wall from when.he was thrown against it.

They dropped each other’s hand and stood there breathing heavily, watching the spot where 001 had been. The door opened. Kat turned around to see Dr. Brenner standing there. It was then she felt the blood dripping from her own eyes and also from her nose and ears.

“What have you done?” The doctor whispered in terror. “What have you done!?” he asked again in a more demanding tone.

“What needed to be done. What you wouldn’t do.” Kat spat back.

Kat became present in her own body again as she gasped once the tape had ended. She splashed around in the water trying to regain her bearings and sit upright. Panting she got out of the small pool and tied a nearby towel around her.

The orderly, the man she saw, the person she and 011 obliterated or sent somewhere… That was who she saw in her nightmare. The first horrific one since she had returned to Hawkins. The man who morphed into the monster that continued to haunt her while she slept.

The only thing this did for her was leave her with more questions than answers.

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