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Hiii!!! GIGS in Space AU Once Again on my mind so heres a quick plot rundown allll put in one post
If you read through this all i love you <3
If not, have this grian doodle anyways
So Grian, Scar, Impulse, and Skizz are all prisoners in this like,,, dystopian space society. All are imprisoned for different reasons:
- Grian is a vandalist, doing graffiti and setting minor explosions around different government/company sites. When arrested and asked why he does what he does, he claims "it's about the principal"
- Impulse worked as a mechanic for a major company, but an incident resulting in a death and 3 injuries gets wrongfully pinned on him. He still believes that all circumstances surrounding his arrest are just one big misunderstanding. The company, however, doesnt care.
- Skizz is a hacker, and good at it too. He logs into the system of the same company Impulse worked for, and subsequently gets caught red-handed.
- Nobody knows why Scar is arrested. There are many rumors spread around the prison wing that he and Grian are in that Scar is Secretly A Mob Boss for the Con Corp. family. But surely someone so clumsy and silly cant possibly be so powerful, right? thats what Grian thinks, anyways.
So these doofuses have two options.
1. they can serve their sentence rotting in a shitty space prison with Nothing To Do and being forced into manual labor
2. they can get out slightly earlier after enough time spent doing Community Service
They go for the second one, which Happens to be gathering extraterrestrial data for Impulse's old Company (i need a name for it dear god its ridiculous at this point). So after all independently choosing the community service option, they get grouped into a squad of the four of them and get sent out to different semi-abandoned planets to hunt monsters/ghosts/aliens and collect data. What they eventually figure out is that the reason they are given so much freedom with their community service is that they are not intended to survive. They devise an escape plan and on their third mission together, they successfully escape together.
Its important to note that Scar and Grian came from the same cell block, so Grian decides to tell Skizz and Impulse about the mob boss rumors (as a prank, of course), and warns them that Scar Doesn't Like Swearing. basically scaring everyone into facing these cosmic horrors with a PG attitude
So the GIGS escape with a real shitty spacecraft and are on the run from the government (theres no way they're gonna succeed like this) up until they get captured. but not by the government.
They get captured by morally gray, filthy rich, weapons manufacturer Doc. (or his hitman at least, one Geminitay)
Doc explains to the GIGS that he has paid all of their bail fees, and now they must work off their debt to him. as delivery boys.
Doc enlists Gem to look after the GIGS during their deliveries. Gem Does Not Like This but shes not gonna say no to her boss.
Basically the rest of it is a silly stupid sci fi sitcom about funny found family doing goofy delivery missions and learning more about each other along the way.
Oh, and remember those rumors about Scar? Theyre all true. And there are Consequences for his absence in the family....
Heres some extra little character notes:
- While Impulse believes his arrest was a genuine mistake at first, during their second bout of community service, he and skizz discover how little the company actually cares about its employees and Impulse gets real mad that his entire livelihood is a lie and goes ham and wrecks some shit (good for him)
- Gem was taken in by Doc at a very young age, with life-threatening injuries. Doc used his experience with mad sciencery to fix her up with whatever he had on hand, mostly animal parts. now shes a hybrid.
- Gem sees Doc as a father figure, but has No Clue how to express that so from her perspective shes just Really Loyal to her boss and doing nothing more than paying off a life debt.
- Grian has a mycelium infection running up his arm that he keeps secret from everyone else. the first in the group to find out about it is Gem
- Scar uses mobility aids of many varieties, but mostly uses a cane with robotic leg splints on missions
Anyways thats all for now, if you wanna see some more doodles and stuff you can look around my gigs in space tag!!
#hermitblr#gigs in space#hermitcraft#mcytblr#hermit doodles#art#grian#geminitay#gigs in space au#trafficblr#team gigs#gigs phasmo
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Ok I need to vent real quick and then I’m going offline again
So I met Steve Blum. It went well. I should be happy. He said everything I’d want him to say. And I feel so fucking numb like… nothing changed I’m never gonna get Starscream back it’s so hopeless. If I felt nothing while talking to Starscream and hearing his voice telling me he loves me and would never hurt me, well. what could possibly heal me??? absolutely nothing :’)
I’ll make a proper post about what happened later bc maybe I’ll feel better in a few days but. Y’know it was all good stuff and yet I’m like. Numb. Gwen (Steve’s agent) recognized me on sight. I gave her my art and she got so excited, knew me by name immediately, she ran around the counter and hugged me so tight. And she said “I’ve shown my friends your art!!! I saved it into my phone!! Steve and I have talked about you!!!” and she ran to Steve and said “oh my god look what Keri made for me! Do you remember Keri? She’s the one who made those keychains!“blah blah blah 16 minutes worth of conversation and eventually I said “yeah I’m the little Starflower girl from cameos” and he, without hesitation, slipped into Starscream’s voice and said with a “psh” smirk “well of course I remember that!” and I was like. Wow. That’s so cool. I should be feeling good about that. I was just so depressed. I thought wow my starlight is right there and I feel absolutely fucking nothing. Steve remembers me but, no maybe he’s just saying that actually, maybe he doesn’t remember me and he’s just being nice
I bought a video from him and a print. For the print I got spike Spiegel, with him writing my ship tag “what ever happens happens… just happy to have you at all” and here’s the thing. He drew me. For free. Gwen came up to him and said “throw in a free drawing” it’s supposed to be an extra fee but she said not to charge me “because that’s Keri!” 🥺 and he. drew me. Steven Jay Blum drew me with my Barbie earrings and my freckles. He drew lots of freckles. Drew me with a big big big smile. Drew me next to spike. It’s the cutest doodle in the world and they gave it to me for free simply because I’m??? thee Keri???
And for the video he asked if I wanted anything specific and I very briefly told him what happened to me, that STSC was a cptsd trigger, that I missed him so terribly, and my voice was so shaky and I felt so stupid on the verge of tears. He didn’t even hesitate or make a face or anything he totally listened and the he was like “i can absolutely have Starscream say he loves you, no problem.” He kept asking if I wanted to be in the video with him and I said each time “no thats okay I don’t have to be in the video. You can record yourself just holding my phone. Like a cameo” and he said “oh just myself! Okay” but he walked around and put his arm around me and asked AGAIN “do you want to?” and I was like. Oh. He is really checking repeatedly if I don’t want to be in this. Maybe he wants me to be in the video. like maybe he thinks it’ll help me or something. and it reminded me of the last time we met and he would ask if I wanted to be in the video and I’d say I didn’t have to be and I’d leave the choice up to him, and then he had said “you can’t have starlight without his little Starflower” and pulled me into the video with him
And so now I have this video of Starscream saying “Keri, my little Starflower, we meet again... I love you”—“ growling/snarling through gritted teeth— “I miss you!” And some other stuff I’m too tired to say but I’ll include it in my later post. Starlight was. Big angry. Nobody separates him from his little Starflower, bitch. And then he ended the video by blowing a big long kiss with Starscream’s voice making a smooch noise “mmmmwah!!! I love you, Starflower!!”
And I should have felt good. We were supposed to take a selfie together, I paid 50 bucks for it but we ALL fucking forgot ☠️ whatever I have a selfie with him already I guess and I’m just. So depressed I don’t care. And he said thank you for flying all this way and thank you for the art and like. Other stuff I’ll talk about later. His wife likes my art too. God. I should feel good. I have 16 minutes worth of him being so kind and I feel nothing. Before we left I paused and asked “will you… will you please reassure me, um, Starscream would never hurt me” and he looked me in the eye and leaned in and said in Starscream’s voice “I, Starscream, would never hurt my Keri”
And I should feel good but I don’t. And I didn’t expect this to fix me of course but I’m so. Numb. Dude what the fuck is wrong with me. I feel so awful and I’ve been crying on and off since we left and I’m just a wreck. I miss Starscream so fucking bad. I didn’t even think of Ken today, it’s not the same. Ken is my main F/O right now but my love with him feels like… pebbles compared to what I had with my Starlight. He was my biggest comfort and he’s just. Gone. My brain won’t allow me to have this. I am trying so so so so hard to tell myself to feel good, but I’ve spent a year associating TF with feeling horrible and unsafe, now I am just absolutely devastated. Every single day I miss Starscream like a phantom limb. Every single day I cry over him. Every single fucking day I am missing such a huge piece of me. I’m just too fuckiing broken beyond repair. If the official voice actor can’t make me feel better I don’t think anything can. I listened to all of my cameos again and I just feel. nothing. I remember I used to stay up late looping my cameos and feeling so wholeheartedly loved and cherished. That’s fucking ruined. I’ll never feel that way again. I’ll never ever fucking feel that way ever again. He’s gone and km never going to feel safe or loved with any F/Os ever again and you’d think I’d accept that by now bc it’s been a year but I can’t. I miss Starscream so fucking bad I miss him more than anhthing and he’s gone. he’s gone
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Yet another stepbrother au brainrot lol. So I recall when I was a child that my granny liked to knit clothes for my dolls. What if mc takes knitting as a hobby? And then she ends up knitting things for her brothers like specially designed scarves with their names on them (always tags "big brother" at the start of their names) or even plush toys (each a corresponding animal that fondly reminds her of them). Bonus: she uses the brothers' old unusable clothes as the toys' ownclothes ☆Starlight Anon
My search history officially now has "Can 6 years old knit?"
Hmmm... You probably don't know how to knit, maybe you would like to know when one of your many babysitters who looked after you passed their time with knitting but you didn't really spend much time with her. Your brothers would probably be worried also when you have those sharp wooden sticks, worried that when you would poke your eye when nobody was looking.
But there was that one time when your father came to the country planning on spending quality time with his little daughter, you were delighted when he told you that you and he would go on a shopping spree. That he would buy you anything that you want!
Your dad got you so many clothes, cute with frills and the more extravagant looking clothes. You like them, already thinking of playing fashion model with Ayato and Kaeya with these clothes and then take lots and lots of pictures with them.
Your father took you to a toy story, and as you looked through the barbie section you noticed a small shop near the toy store. Dolls and accessories were a little more dainty and charming than the factory made toys that you were looking at. Maybe it was the aesthetic that made you interested in the place as you grabbed your father's hand to head to that place.
Walking into the story you found out from your father that this place sold handmade things from dolls to scarfs. you looked at the things that they made most of them knitted. the old granny asked you what you would like and if you were looking for something you looked at the granny then the items and then the things again becoming a little shy all of the sudden. Your father asked you also what you would like to get, and hesitantly you asked if you gift your stepbrothers something here.
Your father was a little bit surprised but he let you, telling you that it was only proper to gift them something as they were the ones who took care of you. The granny laughed at how adorable you were and told you that if you could not find something for your stepbrother she is happy to make them for you, a commission of sort.
Your eyes sparkled that moment as you asked the old granny to make you 13 things, surprising the granny a bit due to the number while your father in the background sighed.
For Zhongli a knitted eastern dragon brown, with gold horns, nails and tail.
Diluc got an eagle knitted doll, as you were quick to remember that Diluc had once cared for an eagle.
Kaeya you went to the accessories instead and noticed pretty silver dangling earrings, they were star-themed with one having a big moon and stars hanging on it while the other had a big star with small crescent moons dangling on it. White and blue crystals were decorated, and immediately you grabbed them as they reminded you of Kaeya.
For Albedo you asked if you could get a cardigan, cream white with light blue lining and star decoration.
Candles of Ayato, when you read that some could help with stress and relaxation as you were struggling to figure what doll you should ask the granny to make. (Much to your father's relief as he didn't want you to bother the granny too much.)
You got Childe a very puffy knitted narwhale that was in the shop, was basically a circle with how much stuffing there was inside but you liked how soft and squishy it was.
Venti you asked for a Japanese raindoll, where you gave a picture of what it should look like. Venti always doodle a small mascot when he was bored and there was paper around. You happened to have a drawing with you and gave it to the granny. (Venti's true form in-game)
Xiao you got him a dark gray-green chunky knit throw blanket, he was always in the living room and sometimes you were cold there and wondered if xiao was ever cold back then. (Thankfully this was also already made-)
Kazuha was hard for you to decided, you weren't sure what he would like when you noticed a shawl, that was marron in colour with an autumn design to it. Quickly you snatched it as if it would fly away if you dont.
Thoma, you got him mitten for cooking you remembered how old they were in the kitchen when you and him baked bread for everyone. they were pretty in your eyes, red with little puppy designs on them.
Itto you went back to the granny asking her if it was possible to get a bull plush with angry eyes. Itto told you in the past that he made friends with a bull when he was kid, telling you how cool that guy was almost every single time.
For Chongyun you got him a scarf similar, white with little gold and light blue designs on it. You never really understand when he say that he need to be cold so that he would not faint often when it is gold outside you would nag him to wear a jacket at least!
Bennett, you looked around and found a helmet circle red badge with a thumbs up on the middle sewn in gold and grabbed that.
Your father watched you with a smile on his face, your face was seriously considering the gifts really and in his heart, he was glad that you finally have a place that you started to slowly consider home.
(Another thing he was glad about was that the granny was sweet enough to follow your demands, telling him that she didn't mind and that she could make them with their friends who almost knitted and sold things here in the shop.)
#My bain hurt while writing this#some characters are just hard to write TvT#what to give them really-#genshin scenarios#genshin impact#genshin imagine#genshin fluff#platonic#platonic fluff#genshin impact fluff#genshin platonic#genshin modern au#genshin x reader#genshin imagines#genshin x you
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Renjun + Charlotte (Junlotte)
“Junlotte. Juliet but make it without the i and add more letters.”
// masterlist // NCT DREAM //
(korean, english, mandarin)
Warnings: talks about food, calling each other stupid
WC: 650
First Meeting
“Lee seemed to not like me the first time we met. My first words to her were ‘You are too tall’. I can see why. ” (he laughs after he says this)
The first they met it was when they both had accidentally run into each other in the hallway
Renjun was late for a practice and Charlotte has just started walking back from a practice room
They turned a corner and slammed into each other causing them both to fall down
“I’m so sorry,” Charlotte is quick to apologize and getting up quickly to help him up.
“No, I’m sorry. I wasn’t looking.” Renjun is quick to take her hand and finally looks up to see who he ran into.
Charlotte hoped she didn’t seem weird, because on what world would you just stand there after helping someone up.
She so awkward that she sticks her hand out and introduces herself
“Hello…um I’m Chaewon.” Her smile is strained and her hand is held out in front of her
“I still feel so bad. I was so nervous and she was so cute, I couldn’t do anything and I just said the first thing in mind. I was thinking she was so tall, not too tall. It sounded like I was rejecting her!” (all the members laugh)
“You’re too tall.” He says in a straightforward manner, not even taking a second glance at her hand and walking away straight towards the practice room
Fan Favorite Moment
Funnily enough she was in the video where she was “learning” chinese
The producers sought out Charlee and asked her to be in the content
Nobody other than Chenle and Jisung knew she could speak and understand mandarin so the first thing Chenle asked was “Aren’t you fluent?” while laughing
“What are you talking about. Weirdo…”
It wasn’t until Charlee started correcting the others pronunciation that Renjun caught on
“You know what you’re doing. Why are you here!” Renjun got up and started jokingly hitting her with a hongbao.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about! I’m a student too!” Charlee said grinning while her teammates Jungwoo and Mark watched, laughing.
“If you didn’t know, you wouldn’t have answered my question stupid.”
“I’m NOT stupid.”
“Huh. So you CAN speak!”
From then on, when speaking in mandarin to each other they call each other “stupid” (affectionately ofc)
On Screen
“Charjun..? How about Junlotte. Juliet but make it without a few letters?”
Popularity: 7.5/10
Nicknames: ‘Let, Char, Wonie, stupid
The birthday twins!! With them being exactly born the same day AND having the same birthmark, they really are like twins
2/3 of the members that are able to breakdown her cold demeanor on camera
Always seen pinching each others’ cheeks, Renjun does it to show she is actually cute. And Charlee does it out of spite
Whenever they eat, Renjun always asks
“Do you like it? Is it good?”
No matter how many times they’ve had it, he’s very throughout in making sure she eats
“It’s just tteokbokki….”
“Yes, but are you eating it because you have to or because you actually like it.”
Charlee: 🙂
Renjun: 🤨
Off Screen
Again offscreen Charlee is actually really talkative!
It’s often Renjun telling her to “Shut up stupid” (affectionately)
More often than not Renjun is either painting with her, taking photos with her or eating with her
They almost always spend their birthdays together
They also never get each other presents because "we already have each other"
One of the first tattoos she had gotten was dedicated to 8dream, each member had a little doodle she drew that reminded her of them.
His was a Moomin doodle
They have whole albums in their phones dedicated to ‘Junlotte’
They do anything and everything together
“You’re so stupid.” Renjun: 😒
“So are you.” Charlee: ☺️
©️nct-charlee
#nct added member#nct addition#nct dream added member#nct dream oc#nct female addition#nct dream#nct dream 8th member#nct dream female member#nct oc#nct female member
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ride or die | seth (looper) x f!reader
summary : You weren't the kind of girl to stick around. But Kansas City had its ways of getting under your skin. Or maybe it was just Seth. Seth made you want to stay.
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four
note : just a fluffy meet-cute, seth getting himself into trouble but what’s new, i just love him and he deserves more attention, shout-out to @creme-bruhlee for a banger last name ☺️
Indie. Everyone called you that, and not in a cute way, more in an annoying way. You’re too independent. Oh, look, she thinks she’s independent, kind of way. Always with the mocking tone, most generally from the mouth of your boss, leering over the counter at you. Nobody who you liked called you Indie. Not that you had very many people left that you liked.
It wasn’t that you were picky with friends or anything, it was just, that people didn’t stick around in your experience. It was fine though, you didn’t stick around often either. You tended to sit on the edge of your seat, ready to bolt. But, to your recent dismay, turns out you kind of like Kansas City.
Indie, or not, you kind of like the bookshop you worked at. Kaden, your boss, wasn’t in most days, and you had the place to yourself. It was tiny, and ancient, half the lights above your head busted. And it smelled nice, old and dusty in a cozy way, instead of a moldy way, like at home.
Your time passed inside an insignificant bookshop, down a forgotten Kansas City downtown road, with even a few physical copies in the back. You played the music you liked, would read anything that caught your eye, and sometimes carved doodles into the counter. And then, Kansas City offered something else to like. There was him.
On a Monday, like every Monday, the shop was empty. Until it wasn’t. He was tall and thin, wearing a cheap-looking gray leather jacket, folded like a suit jacket. Smudged eyeliner and sandy hair pulled back, a few strands hanging by his eyes. Green eyes, quiet, like olives when they met yours. He looked startled, crashing in through the front door, fast, almost tripping over himself.
“Oh,” He said, staring. “M’sorry. Thought it was abandoned.”
“Not yet.” You laughed, leaning back in the chair behind the counter, swallowing slowly. You hadn’t been expecting anyone, just swaying alone to the music peacefully, until he interrupted. You hoped you didn’t look as irritated as you felt.
You waited for him to leave. He didn’t.
“Has this place always been here?” He asked.
“I don’t know. Been here a while, I think.”
“Oh.”
You ruffled slightly, looking over his head, than back at his face. He looked like trouble. Looked like a Looper. Maybe even high on something.
“Can I help you with anything?” You asked gently, prodding.
“Uhh—“ He began, before the door just behind him opened suddenly, eyes searching for you. It was Kaden, his graying buzzcut peaking partly through the door, gaze fixed on you, barely giving the guy a glance.
“Indie, be a dear, and unplug the acoustics for me. Electric bill is up my ass, yeah?”
“Sure thing.” You muttered, deflating slightly, as you nodded at him.
He looked to the Looper, fleeting quick judgement, a smile playing at his lips.
“She taking care of you?” He asked, leaning on the syllables long enough to make you uncomfortable. The Looper looked between you and Kaden, and nodded, offering a small smile.
“She’s been really helpful.” He’s quiet but earnest, and you almost smile back him. Kaden pays no mind.
“Good.” He says, before backing out, closing the door.
“You’re name is Indie?”
“No.” You say flatly, hopping down from your seat to unplug the music. He shifts on his feet uncomfortably. “He thinks it’s funny, I guess.”
“It’s kind of cute.” He says, like it slips out, and you can tell when you look up he regrets it. His face turns red, and his eyes lock onto his shoes. It’s sweet, you think, chuckling lightly. He looks up, hearing you, looking devastated until he sees your smile. There’s a soft look in his eye then.
A shout comes from down the street, muffled through the door, and his face drops.
“Shit.” He says under his breath, starting to back up. “Sorry, it was nice to— I’ve gotta, I’ll just go.” He trips over himself, reaching for the door suddenly.
“Are they looking for you?” You ask, watching him as he deflates. He nods.
He thought the place was abandoned, and he was surprised because he was looking for somewhere to hide. You should’ve picked up on it, too distracted by your music, and his smile, to think clearly. And he was now going to, what? Go out to meet them, because he’d stalled in here?
You didn’t know what he’d done to piss whoever off, but you knew, meeting them in the street, in this downtown, was bad idea. Loopers were always in trouble, and you didn’t want to hear about another one, this one, getting peeled up dead in an alley by tomorrow.
“Hop over the counter.” You say, the idea stuck to roof of your mouth.
He stares. “What?”
“Hop over the counter, idiot. You can hide here, just until they pass.”
He stares at you a little longer, that soft look back, a bit of disbelief hanging there. Then the shout comes again, closer this time, and he startles into action, sliding over the counter. He crouches beside you, holding his breath when your front door rattles, opening.
Busy day.
Three men come waltzing in, laughing and jeering as they enter, the sound echoing like hyenas. Two fan out into the shop, stalking down aisles and whistling as they go. The other, ginger with the scruffy beginnings of a beard, and hungry blue eyes comes towards you. You force a smile as he gets closer. He leans on the counter, breathing heavily just in front of you.
He smells like alcohol and mildew.
“Any business lately?”
Normally, you’d probably say something snarky, but you’re hyperaware of who’s crouching just behind the counter. No need to draw attention.
“Just the usual. Anything I can help you find?” You ask, trying to keep polite.
The Looper is so close beside you, you can feel him shift on his feet slightly, trying to keep steady, and his fingertips brush your thigh briefly. You bite you lip, holding in a shiver as goosebumps rise just beneath your jeans. Get ahold of yourself.
“No, baby. We’ll find him.” The guy at the counter looks you up and down slowly, smirking. “Have I seen you around before?”
You hold your breath, keeping your smile stuck on your face, even as he reaches his hand out like he’s about to touch you. Your knuckles whiten against the counter. The Looper, still hidden, shifts again and you can’t see his face, but you can imagine he’s getting nervous. Maybe even indignant, you’d like to think, with how this creep is talking to you.
But it won’t help either of you if he comes out from his hiding place in the heat of the moment. You move a hand slowly to the top of his head; rubbing your thumb over the crown of his hair gently. He freezes beneath your touch.
You force a light laugh, keeping the red-headed guy’s eyes on you. “No, I don’t think so.”
“Maybe we should change that.” His smirk widens, seemingly encouraged.
His posse comes out from the back of the shop finally, drawing his attention away. They shake their heads, bouncing on their knees, ready to continue the hunt further down the road. One has his hand rested on a handgun tucked in his belt.
“That’s alright.” You say mildly. “I’m not really interested.”
The guy clicks his tongue, looking between you and his gang, starting to back towards the door.
“It’s too bad. Maybe you’ll change your mind.” He slips a card towards you, with his number scrawled on it. You barely spare it a glance. He winks.
They’re out the door, and down the road, within the next few minutes. You and the Looper stay still, breathing heavily as you wait for the sound of them to fade out. He starts to stand slowly, and you slump slightly in relief.
“God, he’s an asshole.” You mutter.
He laughs, genuine and heartily, looking over softly. “My name’s Seth. Seth Pryce.”
You nod, smiling. “Nice to meet you, Seth.”
“Oh, Indie,” He chuckles, looking out the window, towards the gang. “I owe you one. I’m pretty sure Kid Blue was out for blood this time.”
“You owe me several, pretty boy. Was that a joke? His breath was awful.” You gag for emphasis and his smile widens. The sight of it makes you feel warm.
Indie.
Okay, maybe, there was one person you liked that called you that.
#paul dano#paul dano x reader#seth looper#looper#seth looper x reader#danonation#paul dano fanfic#more soon i hope#got more for jay and percy in the works#hope someone else is scouring fanfic the way i am#i just figured#if i wanted more#i’d do it myself lol#haven’t written fanfic in a while#the power of paul dano characters lol
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OH WOW YOU ANSWERED THAT QUICK I THOUGHT YOU WERE ASLEEP-
IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE HIM!!! HE'S MY GUY!! He would never shut up about how cool OJ is, that's his idol right there!!! And if you don't mind, I might expand on the possible situation of how he reveals his superhero identity! it's your mistake for saying long asks are okay, because i'm full of words, so. GOOD LUCK-
So OJ is in the middle of fighting a villain, (probably Sweetheart?) and PD is currently nowhere to be seen. The fight is causing some damage, and Basil is taking photos in the middle of battle, as per usual. And Cameron happens to be close-by, and as an OJ fan, he's obviously gonna watch the fight!
But with rubble flying about, Basil comes close to getting hit, but Cameron teleports and tackles him out of the way! Basil asks him how he did that but just dragged him away from the fight- etc etc things are happening OJ's still fighting and Cameron's getting worried for him, so he decides he ahs to help him. But with this photographer here... He decides it's more important to help Orange Joe than keeping his identity secret from one guy. So like in the doodle I showed, he asks Basil to keep his identity a secret as he teleports to get his outfit and go to battle!
Pink Delinquent jumps into the fight a little bit in though, so the whole gang gets to meet!
And you wanted to hear about the older brothers?? I can absolutely do that! I only have traditional doodles of one of them though!
Very messy- But this is Rod! He's the second oldest! He's 23! He works at the Bakery, and a volunteer at the local library! He isn't very fond of his powers, not because they're bad, but because of the origin of them (his and both his brothers' powers) Buuut!
His power is wings! Like it says there, he can make them appear and hide them at will! He usually hides them, but can only go two weeks until he has to let them out, or else he starts hurting!
He also eventually becomes a superhero along with Cameron! (But acts like they don't know each other, obvi) This happens a little bit after a tussle with Sweetheart, who damaged the bakery and put the Twins in danger, leading to Rod promptly taking her on. Obviously this ends up on the news, and Cameron becomes ecstatic and tells him to become a hero too!!
And this is his superhero identity! Red Angel! (....okay so they all have colors at their first names I-)
And as for the oldest! His name is Ricard! I have not drawn him yet, but he's the eldest at 24! He's playful and silly! He's a great guy, very sweet. His power is Duplication, and he knows Iaido, which is centered around using a sword with immense speed!
As for the origins.... Well, all three brothers... weren't born with powers. Nobody in their family was! From when they were 8-9 Rod and Ricard were trained to do martial arts, and Cameron followed when he turned 8! But when they turned 15, they moved away from Faraway and were signed up into the "Special Talent Program" that will "give them resources to hone their special talents"
in truth, their parents really wanted them to be official superheroes, powerful ones that will get them fame and power. And so... this program actually.... experimentedwithgivingsuperpowerstopeople. So. YEAH! It was actually tough for all of them, but Rod just took it worse, and left with Cameron when they turned 18 and 16 respectively. Ricard stayed with their parents until he followed his brothers a year after!
There's actually a little bit more to this, but it starts with a question... Is it possible for the Last Resort (or just Mr. Jawsum) to partner with other companies and lend funding?
HOHOHO YES FHIS IS ALL AO GOOD…… i love him being the worlds biggest oj fan so much that is so silly i will draw him at some point
i think oj would think he is a pretty cool guy too bro is DRIPPING in his superhero outfit i won’t lie they would be a silly team
ALSO!!!! THE BROTHERS!!!!! I LOVE THR WINGS THEY R SO COOL AND DUPLICATION IS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE POWER CONCEPTS OMG…..
that sucks that the origin of their powers is so sad tho :( but at least they can use their powers for good!!!!!
for ur last question, yeah he would!! jawsum has done lots of partnerships, if he sees potential in smth he will help them along (in exchange for some of their profits of course LMAO)
#hohoho this is so interesting#i am loving this so much#ur concepts are literally so cool#non character ask#others ocs
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Welcome to my art blog! Where it's mostly filled with glorified stickfigs, but ey, that's fixation for you.
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Alice is Borderland S1 & S2 Live Blogging
I don't actually know that much about this show except it's like playing deadly (video) games? And Keita Machida from Cherry Magic is in it
Season 1
Ep 1 (May 20)
so did they go into a parallel world through the bathroom stall?
oooh game arena okay
oh she called those lasers the borderline
did this woman do this before or something? she seems to know things and be quite matter of fact
as expected, the girl who came the latest and was the most scared and innocent-seeming died first, especially after the Chotaro TODO guy was like don't worry! play with us and nothing will happen!
lol this puzzle is too much also I don't get it why are those 2 rooms a no-go? - oh i see, that's where they came from before or something
ooh, a survivor
i mean he died but you know, survivor of the games for a while
oh, are those red lasers killing everybody whose visa ended today?
that's pretty cool, I wanna watch another ep but also want a nap hmm
Ep 2 (May 20)
Did not nap, and went to my driving lesson, here's to another episode
cool, beautiful girl with a dead/murdered father
oh she was just also in the bathroom when the power went out and then nobody was there when she came outside
okay but so she got here 3 days ago and there were other people here since before then too so ? hmm ig instead of the guy's theory that the electromagnetic stuff takes out everybody in the city, it's rather that these specific people get taken to a different parallel city? when the power goes out
okay they're also discussing possibilities about time moving differently or VR
Club = team, diamon = wits, spades = physical strength, heart = betrayal and playing with people's hearts. larger number means more difficulty
rip the first game was a 3 and this is a 5
oh nice shot of us learning to find a safezone in the building and the shot keeps going up and up to show how large the building is
oof the guy has turned to God, I think his mother who he gave money to also bought into some religious cult since she kept asking for money to cleanse Tokyo
Shibuki is such a troublemaker lol now she's tryna turn Chota against Arisu and Kurube
horseman
i did expect the real estate guy who was hanging around to die but not so soon oof
oh actual boobs?
damn we keep getting instances of women sleeping with people to get ahead, especially ones who are seen as unreliable (Chota's mother) and untrustworthy (Shibuki). also lol I just remembered the girl that Kurube was making out with had a boyfriend. why do the male characters get laws and backstories and for female characters it's just their sexuality lol
man i love unlikely group of people coming around to help each other in life and death so much we'll see how many of them survive this round
oh he really let him die interesting
a swoooooooord
oh wtf horse man got here quick is there more than one of em
there issss more than one of them okay
the climber girl is so cool beloved <3
the taggers were also in game yaaa it's like when people were wondering whether the masked men in Squid Game were also playing a different sort of game
oh? answer? the beach
Ep 3 (May 20)
Watching this a few minutes after finishing ep 2, ah been a few weeks since I binged something intensely
very intense music for that doodle
ooh in addition to phones, also weapons? and VR
fun instrumental music too
makes sense that it's a 7 of Hearts (betrayal and playing with people's hearts) when it's just the 4 of them playing. kinda like ep 6 squid game marble game
I'm slightly confused by this game. so you don't wanna abe found by the wolf and you'll become the next wolf if you're found but the person who is wolf at the end is the winner right? so won't the lambs wanna be found and wolf won't want to seek? or is it like they'll tall try to make eye contact with the wolf so that they're the wolf like some sort of reverse hide and seek where the wolf wants to hide
Shibuki picks up on it quickly as expected
woahh friendship is magic moments flashback from Arisu
oh it's interesting that by the time Arisu wants to give the wolf back, Chota literally drags Shibuki away with her mouth shut (he must be strong as hell despite his injury) and Kurube also doesn't speak because they both don't want it anymore
They're "hiding well so that the sheep don't find" them
what the fuck do they actually die for real? isn't this too early in the game for all of them to die it feels incorrect wtf i feel like I've seen kurube around for season 2 stuff maybe? is this a dream or something wtf
Ep 4 (May 20)
Man I have things to be doing but these people know how to end the episodes so that I keep clicking on the next one
oh I heard her say "they accept me as I am" about the mountains and father and my first thought was oh? is she gay?
oof we're getting how her backstory went sour too
ah her father went missing and now is suspected to have committed suicide? I guessed he died after falling from the mountains or something but this is more interesting
she kind of slightly reminds me of First from JaFirst
lmfao a trio of guys who stuck together for 4 games and even saying "having friends is the difference between winning and losing" really rubbing it into Arisu's face you fools, I don't expect more than 1 of them to survive
ah it's so fucked up like okay 1 of them survived and it's the unlikely one and the starting position was the goal damn
Ep 5 (May 20)
I've actually not done any work today and it's 10:30pm. I took a long break between ep 4 and 5 and hoped I would've done some work in between but alas.
ooh this Beach is like the weird strange highly-controlled rebels or governments or organizations in dystopian YA novels
oh there's like hundreds of people at the beach wtf
the blonde guy from the horseman tag is here too and seems to have a subplan within the Beach? okay interesting. also the beach people have weapons and he had a taser, I originally thought he'd acquired it by himself but I wonder if it's from The Beach
okay it makes sense that they're meeting so many people from previous games at the Beach (like the blonde guy and the guy Arisu saved both from the tag game) because I was like how can there be this many beach people but we only met like 2 thus far but nah we just didn't know the others were also in the beach. anyway, I think this guy will maybe die but the girl Kuina will live
oh i see just flipping the switch while the door is open doesn't mean you're giving an answer - it's your chance to see if it's correct or not but if not, you just choose one of the other 2 as the answer
how would Ann know the answer?
oh bruh i definitely should've guessed the "touch bulb to see if it's hot" thing that's like easy science and doable as a viewer, online the other tests
all the weapons people sharing a look when Hatter says he'll have to replenish his visa soon okay
Hatter is so gross and self-absorbed, I wonder if he's gonna die really soon lol
was that zoom out of the beach supposed to show us something about where they are or anything? it's lost on me unfortunately
Ep 6 (May 20)
fuck I really should just be doing work but here I am aghhh
so did he just make up the thing about being able to leave? I did wonder if maybe that way of escape wasn't accurate but that they had been given wrong info, not that they had manufactured the info
wait but even if he does steal the cards then what? he's gonna have to keep going to games to renew visa/get 10 of hearts right? and won't the beach people just kill him there? or he's gonna steal it but keep it a secret ig be a little double agent
oh wtf Ann is digging through a dead woman's brain to find a GPS there
actually I'm off-put by how much skin and butt and boobs we're seeing of women and none of men like either do none or do both. this show really does just assume the audience is cishet man i guess
oh Hatter died for real which is expected but who knows if it's from the game or if the militants took him out
i like how the blonde guy looks like an elf sort of
damn elf guy really betrayed Arisu for no damn reason T.T unless he's just ? pretending somehow who fucking knows even let's not think and just see where this goes
ooh a drawing of a deer aka where the safe is. but also yknow now I'm reminded of the drawing that elf guy found in the horse mask's pocket during tag
there really is no need for sexual assault like why does this show just treat women like that
woah elf man is ruthless fr
oh ho ho 10 of hearts among all the beach players woahhhh nice
omg this is so fun they're gonna have to for real burn somebody but a bit toooo fun, how will I go to bed after this instead of watching next ep
Ep 7 (May 20)
Ah fuck, I'm here at 12:15 AM (so technically may 21) instead of doing my work
chaooooosssssss
this is genuinely so fucked up they're just killing everybody and burning them in the fire but none of those killed are the witch, just innocents
oof Kuina volunteering to fight the sword man girl don't die pls
this running around the complex while trying to escape but only to be gunned down by the militants brings back memories of the recurring nightmares from my childhood where the gunda with guns would break in and we'd be forced to run all throughout the quarters to try to escape
oh we're getting backstory of the sniper mans (Niragi) also he's so beautiful he reminds me a bit of taeyong when he's in his childhood bullied attire and actually quite a bit like Kai (he reminds me a bit of Yoongi as this beach sniper version of himself)
ah kuina trans woman! shitty childhood but she did it
okay fuck so i was thinking that we always get some backstory before a character dies, so when we got Nigari's story I was like is he gonna die? but thought maybe not yet but then he did die and now kuina also got to tell her backstory so agh she's probably gonna die soon too
oh bald guy has this sort of body posture because of sitting on his computer all the time? of his wording about freedom even through death and this land or whatever is so good honestly. "for me, I have no past" but if he kills kuina I'll slaughter him myself
not Arisu fighting for life and strength again cuz of his flashback to a trio moment T.T
omg did kuina beat him?? don't die don't die don't die pls
oh they're insinuating that the stoic new number one leader is the witch?
ohh he's called Hatter because he was a hatter. and he and stoic new number one knew each other
this episode is so fun because we have so much chaos and so much backstory for side characters
oh Ann really ot whacked so quick
Favourite episode so far
Ep 8 (May 20)
Fuck it, I'll watch the last ep of the season too. how the fuck am i supposed to not?
oooh dead Momoka and her friend (Asahi) were taking recordings/vlogs? I hope they show what the two of them were always secretively talking about
oh come onnn i wanna know
so stoic man Aguni is not the witch? well he did kill Hatter okay
what's Aguni's motive? just kill everybody so that they don't hope of leaving the place? cuz he knows it's bogus?
bro didn't they have 15 minutes at the end of last episodes, what time do we have left now
was Hatter's gun empty? i thought it kinda looked like that when shooting but wasn't sure
oh what the hell Asahi is the dealer? so is that the thing they were talking about on the vlogs like "the man" and took them to "the place"
lmfao seeing the elf man do nothing but just watch from the balcony above everybody and see his reactions occasionally is so funny like oh. that's us the viewers
oh aguni going to agun/fire with nagiri omg
bro why is the sword tattoo man's words so beautiful and haunting it really does read like the way of somebody who belongs to a cult though
okay okay okay let's see what the recordings have
ooh so those mask people during taggers were also dealers
bets? oh it's D:
oh the game masters are even more fucked up here than in squid games fr these poor girls and the game masters' laughter while they're dying like i think the fact that it's so casual and crowded and not even given all the attention unlike squid games which had these horrific games as an Event makes it worse too
it's like 2am and I'm the only one awake in the house so this stuff is making me really scared
omg all the game masters are dead too? laser burns
oh the drawing that blond elf found has come to use
ohhh finding all the numbered cards means those people who aren't game masters but above dealers all died. so they were also in the game in a way
I like how the blond elf man's expressions are always of mild curiosity and a hint of smile. evil man I kinda like you
oh the executive Mina D:
that was fucking insane
Overall:
I think this is a fun show with cool games, intense moments, and some fun characters (specifically Kuina, followed by cool climber girl and Arisu. I also like scary elf man - Chota).
I binged the whole 8 eps in 14-ish hours, which I haven't done in a long time, so that shows just how engaging this was! Something that helped with that though was that the show wasn't very deep, it didn't take much thinking, some characters were good but I wasn't invested in them. So this surface level enjoyment + the threads of anticipation made me able to binge the show quickly without having to really sit with it for a few hours. Which is fine, just a contrast to something like Squid Game which I love so dearly and really burrowed into me.
Also, I finished watching this at like 2AM and the last 2 episodes had me frightened at the end when I had to go to the bathroom and then sleep lol
Rating: 7/10
Season 2
Starting this the next evening and I also haven't done any work since finishing season 1, just hung out with my friend. It is what it is.
I looking a bit at reddit and I spoiled myself about the ending reason of why they're in the game just a bit. Apparently they're in limbo (accidentally got spoiled) and there's a meteor that hit Tokyo and the writer was confussed if the bathroom scene in ep 1 s1 happened of not (this was spoiler that I sought out). So I guess they're all already dead from the meteor? Let's see I suppose
Ep 1 (May 1)
interesting parallel to Arisu playing the video game at the start of S1 Ep 1 as the killer and now running
King of Spades - just shooting at everybody
insane car chase and crash
The Tatta or whatever guy keeps hesitating, it feels like he's gonna die in the game they play or something
Ep 2 (May 2)
the king of clubs was a rockstar in the original world?
it's a life or death game for the citizens/kings as well so they're not quite the game masters
butt man is showing a lot of butt fr
it's dumb that this fight between Arisu and Usagi is taking up so much random screentime
bro why the fuck is the 100 point guy just walking out of range of the pole bro what if somebody just runs and battles you bruv, he should at least have been given 600 points so that he has a chance cuz man I'm thinking he's gonna die like so soon
damn are they gonna make us sympathetic to Nigari and then kill him off or are they gonna make the characters sympathetic to Nigari and give him a reason to betray them, which he will so that he lives
this must've been so intensive to shoot without ever showing this man's dick
man wouldn't it be fucked up if they all somehow survive except Tatta who has 10k points and didn't volunteer to be brave by going to the opposition pole
nah Arisu even told Tatta that he loves his positive attitude bruh no way Tatta's gonna make it out alive right
bro you did fucking try to rape her last season you fuck
bro Nigari is weak and dying and Usagi is strong and fast and capable, are we really doing this right now again?! i looooooooove the "bad guy tries to rape girl and she's saved by main guy love interest" trope it's so good every time and never boring and never annoying and never unnecessary
agh they're stopping in the middle of the game rip
Ep 3 (May 21)
I'm gonna stop watching this as soon as the game ends and whoever needs to die dies. they keep ending episodes on cliffhangers, so I can't rely on myself to stop when an episode ends
lol Tatta backstory, he's boutta die frfr rip
oh my god Tatta really fucked up a guy
okay so Tatta will sacrifice himself for the team to make up for his past mistakes?
on a reddit thread, I read a comment that Usagi was badass in s1 but had some damsel-in-distress moments in s2 and I guess randomly having to be rescued by Arisu here is one of them
is Arisu tricking the king of clubs by sweet-talking him, does Arisu know that he has more points or something like is another player gonna pop up hold hands and together they'll beat Kyuma like what's going on with this handshake and intensive talking
ohh Tatta sacrificing a hand just like he disfigured that guy's hand back then but he probably will also die bc of all this fucking bloodloss
hm Kyuma said so they finally lost, so that means they've been playing before? But they said this is the first time they're playing the king of cards or whatever right.
oh if someone wins all the games, then they just become a citizen
Kyuma's death is very christlike
oof Tatta's death has been foreshadowed for a while but still it's a rip
jack of hearts
damn they're really set for life with this game and food lol
so is the jack of hearts a random player or a citizen, I wonder?
I like this evil fake-nice girl she's terrible she's evil she's a killer. idk if she's too obvious as the jack or not though
poor bullied guy though first he got beat up by the bully -> then got told to kill the bully off by someone else -> then thought he was being recruited into a team but is getting killed by them oof
i like the girl in red but she chose the wrong fucking group to ask as 2nd choice T.T
the jack of hearts troop all ended up killing each other ah
the crying overall dude being the jack would be wild lol he's the only non-suspicious one left (well the abused girl also)
pls elf man whose name i can never remember is so funny "looks like I'm screwed"
Ep 5 (May 21)
Not only did I not stop in the middle of last ep, I'm also continuing to watch the next ep agh it's 11pm when will I actually figure things out
oh hoooo so the 2 most suspicious ones are gonna die this round? and I'm guessing that elf man just gonna guess correctly
okay interesting outcome but the endless talking and explaining is like bro dialogue
i don't get Banda and suit man's convo like "why are you in this country and here playing this game" like huh? cuz you don't wanna die i guess
bro when elf man walked out by himself i thought for a second that he was Jack since the other two didn't walk out with him like what
aw Kuina is also leaving, so we really just gonna get Arisu and Usagi? be serious
this filming of a settlement reminds me of dystopian novels for real, specifically The Knife of Never Letting Go and Station 11
ooh the fireworks?
man fuck she really died before we got to hear about the fireworks?
oh alive Aguni
Ep 6 (May 21)
man fuck I missed my Memrise streak cuz I was too preoccupied with this show agh and also obviously haven't done any action work rip yet here I am starting a new 1h+ ep at 12am
was the high school girl flashback the girl who was shot at previously or this new girl who is with Aguni
oh the girl with Aguni I guess
wtf is that shot we get to see up her skirt or what
i wonder if we'll get to have the lovely trope of new girl wants male character's attention and then her and usagi will have a little fight off because ofc, esp since she used to be boy crazy. prove me wrong pls
that's so fucked, I forgot kids could be here
lmfao plsss Aguni also used Arisu as bait, first elf dude and now this. these Beach executives will forever use Arisu as this
Oh, I just understood what is meant by "limbo" right now. i was like how did everybody die but only these people are here and they're playing games for what reason but I'm guessing all the people who were able to go to heaven or hell just got sent there, which is why everybody disappeared. however a certain percent were in limbo and their behaviour in the games will determine whether they go to heaven or hell afterward?
Time really is strange here how is every building covered with this much moss and tress and vines
I kinda don't get this game, like if the challengers become queen team and then queen team wins, do the challengers on that team win or lose? like can't they all just tag each other and become queen team so that they're all queen team by that round and win? i guess then they haven't defeated the queen and so they haven't progressed?
oh i see, so people do stay with the queen but they have to keep playing with the queen
Ep 6 (May 21/22)
Idk what to call this date cuz it's 1AM on May 21 but I haven't yet slept or taken break from binging
Also this is the longest episode yet ah 75 minutes
the queen of spades death of jumping is quite pretty
man I feel like I should like this couple more but I just don't care yknow
oh diamonds is wit. have we played a diamonds before?
bruh number 2 is king of diamonds? so we have mira and number 2 who are higher members, though mira is def higher than #2
horrifying sulfuric acid deaths like what happened to 1 laser shot quick deaths bruv
bro this explanation of how elf dude chose the number is so dumb
oh elf dude was a doctor? but why are we getting his backstory now is he gonna actually die this round wtf um
oh true number 2 could know momoka was a dealer and the witch
oh, mira says "at last it's our turn" so is she also a face card citizen?
finally an end of an episode that I can actually finish watching on ah it's already 2am again rip
Ep 7 (May 22)
2 episodes left, it's 5pm the last day of the long weekend, still haven't done any homework/chores but i did do a lot of driving okayy hope it's a satisfying and fun ending
queen of clubs (team) kuina and ann my girls yayy
now why are my girls saying "just a few more games, we'll make it to the end" that just speaks trouble
oh deadly dodgeball
okay at least they survived this yes cool girls leaving as the blimps are aflame behind them
okay sad we won't get King of Hearts but think we might get queen of hearts since that hot air balloon is still up. i wonder if it'll be Mira
what the fuckkkkk Niragi elf dude can't die by his hands right? like he survived everything by himself and nearly died so many times no way Niragi of all fuckers is taking him out
this gun-off between Niragi, elf man and Arisu is so boring goddamn just kill Niragi why are we fucking having this long ass convo be serious
is Niragi's shot really killing Chishiya >:((( agh he deserves a more interesting death than to die by Niragi's hand and then this fucking monologue
bro wtf so did Chishiya die after that monologue and then what? it's just him closing his eyes and then immediately us getting fucking Niragi monologue? but no right like we didn't actually see his proper dead body right he wasn't still and non breathing?
Kuina saving Ann yes girlfriends
bro the blimp isn't fucking down yet don't celebrate so quick aksl;dfj
omg fireproof king of spades
why can't someone scale the walls and try to just shoot him in the head
fuckkkkk Heya and Ann within a few seconds of each other D:
sorry Aguni just punching and dragging the king of spades and throwing him around is killing me so bad he's so funny and then he just keeps
bro where's fucking Usagi with her gun or smth why does she keep getting fucking injured every time except like the queen of spades thing
nooooo Kuina tooo my beloved the stabbings D: and Usagi too?
nah did Aguni miss D:
i need king of spades ripped apart limb from limb for real for real seriously
oh brother Aguni is actually invincible lmfao
damn they really blew up that bomb huh
so will the blimp finally come down or nah is the king of spades still alive wtf
damn wtf does the king of spades mean by "sorry. that was the only way i knew how to save you" as his dying words
Aguni's mission to kill king of spade fulfilled and Hatter finally came to him in a hallucination to dissuade him from killing himself
noooo Ann and Kuina sharing dying promises of being friends if they meet again T.T
I wonder why Aguni-Heya and Ann-Kuina's deaths and relationships are all more important and touching than Arisu crying over Usagi's injured body like why do i not give a single shit
oh okay Chishiya elf dude isn't quite dead yet
Arisu's reiterations that he's gonna protect Usagi are so boring like bro you and your friend group are protecting each other, that's what y'all do. When Usagi was protecting him during the queen of spades game or whatever it wasn't like she kept saying yeah I'll protect you! the fuckass hero having to protect the female love interest all the time and repeatedly talking about it is fucking annoying
as expected, Mira is the queen of hearts
Ep 8 (May 22)
an hour 20 minutes longest episode, hope it answers everything pls
Aguni, Kuina, Chishiya, and Nigari are still alive and waiting
damn are these 2 the only competitors
why is Mira stalling so hard man
Is Mira lying or is this the truth about 1000 years into the future and VR? I feel like on reddit someone was like "at least it wasn't stupid VR"
oh lol she was kidding x2
oh Mira created 7 of Hearts, so did the face cards create the games
hmm is this "it's all in your head and you're creating memories, Arisu" this correct, no right? like me knowing the answer about limbo and meteor hitting Tokyo is making all this a bit anticlimactic and meandering
oh interesting very elaborate mind games
actually not that interesting,this boring mindgame is being stretched out so much. talk less stupid stuff and do more or talk about real actual things nowwww we're legit at the halfway mark of episode
Arisu and Usagi love confessions and romance so boring goddamn
ohh so the last time they cleared all the games, that's when the face card masters cleared all their games and chose to become citizens
denies: Aguni, Heya, Kunai, Chishiya (lol his I think), Niragi, Usagi, Arisu
accepts: the pair from Jack of Hearts,
aw, Aguni and Heya :<
ahhhhh Kunai holding Ann's hand and saying let's go back together
so are they assuming they get to go back to their own world now? if they decline?
20 minutes left before credits ah will they wrap it up properly
ohh they were all there that day when the fireworks happened - but I'm assuming just the new players? and not the face cards bc they've been there since before?
and then got fucking blasted by meteors along with everybody else (or is it meteorites? what's the one where they actually hit the planet)
wait, so Arisu did live after the meteor explosion?
oh never minddd so the whole borderlands thing happened already? but in a single minute where Arisu died/was stuck in limbo?
so whoever died in the game also died in real life but if you made it through all the games then you did get to go back, though what happens to those who become face cards? Do they die irl too?
ohh so they're all getting to meet each other again at this hospital. Chishiya and Nagiri (why did this fucker not die man), Aguni and Heya, then I'm sure Arisu and Usagi will meet too
all their injuries irl are the same ones they got during the games
omgggg Ann?! I was like oh no Kuina gonna be by herself but nah Ann has also been resuscitated and Kuina's mom also here
I actually don't really get the time because it's been 2 days or a week and they're all just waking up, so did all of them briefly die or what? Like Ann was just resuscitated but it's been a few days. Maybe it's not that you have to die, just that you have to be unconscious?
also I justttt realized they don't have memories of the time lol before I was like oh? Why did Heya say she doesn't know Aguni? bruh my stupidity. I think it's cuz Nagiri and Chishiya spoke like they know each other
why is there Joker on the table
Okay, the conclusion did conclude and it also made general sense.
Overall:
This sequel was worse I think... but interesting it its own ways too. I liked getting more Kuina my beloved <3 and also Chishiya's parts were fun. The Jack of Hearts with Chishiya and team game with King of Clubs were pretty much the only engaging games, and number 2 with Chishiya was also alright. A whole bunch of games were boring and I was so meh about Arisu/Usagi like I just did not care and I feel like both characters became more boring this season?
Pretty interesting ending though, I kinda knew about it because of my spoiler consumption but yeah it made sense, though it's sad that they didn't remember each other.
Rating: 6.5/10
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ML Luca AU
so i saw luca and it was REALLY cute so ive been thinking about a luca ml au for fun. just kinda wanted to ramble about it
it’s not one-to-one based on the plot or characters of luca, mostly just the system for how seamonsters work... but if youre avoiding spoilers you might wanna skip this just in case
marinette and alya are both seamonsters and very close friends. alya is absolutely obsessed w the idea of humans and collects human stuff. she wants to see the surface so bad but the adults of their seawater village are always warning them not to go. one day, alya goes anyway, and marinette follows her to keep her out of trouble.
cue marinette and alya finding a little human town and wandering around while marinette tries to get them to go back home.
they meet Nino, local Human boy. he’s kinda weirded out by their odd behavior but also endeared. alya keeps asking him weird questions about Human Things that nobody should ever ask another person. he’s amused and thinks she’s funny
alya keeps coming back to the town to talk to nino. she’ll take trinkets she finds on the seafloor to him like “and what’s... THIS??” “... that’s a fork dude”. marinette keeps accompanying and trying to stop alya because it’s dangerous if they get outed, but deep down she really loves coming with her.
marinette keeps spotting a blond boy hanging around, just kind of people watching. she’s intrigued by him but too scared to approach. he’s always carrying some kind of stick in his hand. she doesnt know what it is.
one day, nino spots him too and is like “ADRIEN!!! DUDE HI!!! COME OVER HERE AND MEET MY NEW FRIENDS” and marinette’s very startled
adrien’s very nice. marinette likes him very muchly. they learn that adrien isn’t supposed to be out, that he’s actually never supposed to leave his house. but he keeps sneaking out, and that’s how he and nino met. nino gripes a lot about how much he hates adrien’s father
alya asks him what he’s carrying. adrien shrugs and says “an umbrella. you know. just in case it... rains.” marinette and alya don’t know what that is or what that means, but nino and adrien change the subject before they can ask.
this becomes a regular thing. they sneak out to the surface, adrien sneaks out of his house, and they all just hang out with nino around the town.
one day, alya and nino are kind of having a moment in a covered outdoor seating area. marinette gives them some privacy to just wander around a bit. a drop of water falls from the sky and onto her arm. she didn’t know water could fall from the sky. she panics.
while it’s still just a droplet here and there and while she’s frantically searching for cover, she sees adrien nearby. he beckons her over kindly and offers to let her stand under his umbrella with him. they stand together under the rain, neither moving, and just watch the water fall around them.
uh oh she’s in love
cue some awkward romance moments for djwifi and adrienette. alya and marinette have stupidly fallen in love with humans! but theyre seamonsters! and if ANYBODY finds out about their secret, they would be chased out of town and possibly hunted. so this is just overall a very messy situation for them.
.... but, unbeknownst to them, adrien is also a seamonster. his mother was a seamonster. gabriel, who’s just a human, keeps adrien locked up in the house to hide this. adrien doesn’t know that there’s anybody else like him out there beside his late mother, which put him in a weird spot of being a seamonster who was raised basically completely human. hes a seamonster who’s never gone swimming. imagine that
and that’s basically all i have. i imagine the reveal being some dramatic thing where marinette and/or alya is outed to the town as a seamonster one day (perhaps in the rain), and adrien dramatically rushing to their side as the water transforms his body like “if you hurt them, you’ll have to hurt me too!!” ... but I dunno
once it all comes out, nino is very supportive of his 3 seamonster friends but has no idea how he managed to have 3 of them at once. i like the idea of alya and marinette showing adrien and nino around the seafloor for the first time, so maybe we can borrow some Syren (the akuma) powers for them where they can create large bubbles to help nino breathe underwater.
anyway, some quick doodles:
#luca spoilers#adrienette#adrinette#djwifi#marinette dupain cheng#alya cesaire#nino lahiffe#adrien agreste#my art#i might make more doodles of this i dont know
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Hiiiiii could I request a Marauders x reader… platonic. Where they are just coaxing her through a bad day/migraine?
Hii! there isn't that much comforting other then them being clingy and sorta protective, but I still hope you like!!
The Marauders When You Have A Migraine
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[ Warning: fem reader, doodles, eating, migraines/description of headaches, swearing, Sirius refers to you as “their baby” ]
Quick note, there’s a scene where the boys draw on the reader with a marker. I didn’t specify what colour the marker was, so depending on your skin colour you can interrupt the colour as you wish.
You slumped at the Gryffindor dining table, hair matted in a low messy hairstyle. You didn't even try and brush it out, you woke up and left it how it was. You couldn't even bring yourself to dress in new fresh clothing, you wore what you slept in.
Eyeing the breakfast options, you felt a pain tingle through your head. The nerves bunching and squeezing together to make it unbearable to concentrate.
" [ name ]! We have class in 15 minutes and you're not even dressed!" James bellowed from across the table, you pushed your shoes against the floor and slumped. Remus gave a confused look, his eyes narrowing as he glanced between Peter and Sirius.
"Come on, we have time to get some food in 'ya," Sirius declared, pushing toast onto your plate. The curly raven haired male even buttered your toast just the way you liked, even filling your glass with fresh squeezed orange juice.
"How 'ya feel-in?" Peter pronounced through mouthfuls of food, James swatting the blonds head in retaliation. "Wormy, don't speak with your mouth full,"
Sirius cackled from beside you, Peter stomped his foot onto Sirius in response. Sirius made a dramatic scene, falling towards the cold stone floor as he held his foot with forced shaky breaths. "My foot! My foot! I've been assaulted!" He whined, rolling from side to side.
Remus lets out a loud sigh from beside you, your head buzzing from the noise of ongoing chatter. You could hear James laugh loudly, like he always does. Usually his laugh was contagious, but it was incredibly annoying at the moment. Along with snickers and loud whines, you gripped your cup and brought it to your lips. Peter swallowed, reaching for another pancake as he watched you take long sips.
" ya never answered my question," Peter rambled before taking a gracious bite. You shrugged, Sirius sliding back into his seat. The boys all looked towards you, your fork picking at the blueberries Sirius pushed onto your plate moments prior.
"Another headache?" James asked, cleaning his pants from crumbs as he pushed his finished plate aside. You nodded briefly, a plain expression adorned on your features. Another hot buzz dangled in your mind, your forehead throbbing along with it.
"Maybe we should take you to madam Pomfry, you shouldn't be getting them this often," Remus responded. Sirius made a pouting face, before he took you into his arms.
"Our baby is hurt!" Sirius exaggerated loudly, causing staring eyes to look towards the group of friends. You flushed a bit, embarrassed by Sirius nature. You pushed him away, going back to picking at your food.
"I ain't nobody's baby," you said while pushing Sirius further away, James and Peter sniggered as Sirius made puppy dog eyes. You rolled your eyes, a bit grumpy from the constant throbbing.
"Bloody hell, it fucking hurts. It's not even bad, it's just the constant throbbing is pissing me off," you complained, shoving the piece of toast in your mouth. You watched as students finished eating, occasionally leaving for their first class of the day.
The boys all exchanged looks, Remus placing a hand on your back to give it a gentle rub. You push your plate back, your arms coming on the table as you rest in them.
As more students leave, professor Mcgonagall makes her way over to your rambunctious group. She softens at the scene, seeing the four boys rub your shoulder or arms to try and give their sympathy.
You sigh as you hear her shoes click with the ground, professor Mcgonagall stands a few inches away from you all. She clears her throat, all eyes directing towards her except for you.
"Class is about to start... is there a problem with miss [ last name ]?" The older woman asked, trying to mask her worry. Remus had explained earlier to her that you had been having numerous migraines.
"She's having another headache Minnie, our baby is dying!" Sirius exclaimed, Remus reaching over to swat him away from you with an annoyed look plastered on his face. Even though you couldn't see Sirius, you laughed as you thought about his whining face.
Professor Mcgonagall clasped her tongue, about to tell off Sirius for the nickname he'd given her. But instead, she placed her attention on you.
"I'll take her to the infirmary, surely madam Pomfrey has a potion to help," she explained, the boys all standing together in the same motion. You still kept your head pressed into your forehead.
"Can we go with her?" James whispered, hoping that they could be with you. They all hated when you were in pain, it felt like they had to protect you. You were their bestfriend, they surely couldn't let a thing ever bug you unless it was them.
"I'm sorry Potter, but you have class," Professor McGonagall frowned, the boys were about to protest to stay with you. But Minnie quickly shut them down, her hand raising as all the boys shut their jaws closed.
"It's alright, I'll see you later," you told them, raising with a throb as you walked with them all towards the doors. You parted way painfully, Sirius almost crying as he clung onto your leg. The rest of the boys watched, even James tearing up. He took his round spectacles off, dabbing his eyes with a spare cloth he had in his pocket.
"You can't be serious," you retorted at them, an annoyed look on your face as Minnie checked her watch with frowned eyes.
"Well... technically," Sirius began, but he couldn't finish his sentence as you kicked him off of you. You were upset, tired, and in pain. As much as you loved them, they were too much sometimes.
"Just go, I'll see you later," you tried to cover up your annoyed state, but the boys picked up on it. Sirius straightened up, fixing his shirt as they left with their heads down casted towards the ground.
"Idiots they are," you told Professor McGonagall, she only laughed and led you towards the infirmary.
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After a few missed classes, it was finally lunch. All the boys scrambled to the dining hall, shoving foods on plates. They ignored the stares, jogging up to the infirmary where you slept.
With the creak of the door, Sirius and James peaked inside. They saw no one, only a lump on the farthest bed. They all skipped over to you with slow whispers, trying to make sure you won’t wake up. Sirius pushed the blanket of your face, all of them relieved to see you still asleep.
“Prongs, do you have a spare marker on you?” Sirius asked, a growing smirk on his face. James put down the plate on a nearby table, fishing through his pockets to try and find a marker.
“Pads, no,” Remus said sternly, knowing what the raven haired male would do. Peter looked between the three boys, a bit unsure of what Sirius was going to do. The blonde boy put his plate near James, picking up half a sandwich as he sat near your feet.
“Pads yes,” Sirius smiled widely, James passing him the thick inked marker. Remus rolled his eyes, not stopping Sirius from his antics. Sirius crawled on the bed, an evil smile on his features as he unclasped the marker. He wrote “baby” with big thick letters on your forehead, giggling when you twitched and tried to swat his hand away in your sleeping state.
“Give me the marker,” James whispers, not waiting for Sirius to pass him it as he snatched it for himself. The bispecticle male drew 4 happy stick figures and a rat on your cheek, his tongue poked out in concentration.
“Why am I the only one in my amingi form?” Peter asked, frowning as James passed him the marker. He began to draw a small smiley face in your open palm, writing a messy “Peter was here” on your arm.
“Because, there wasn’t enough room and plus, you’re cuter in rat form,” James teased, but his words sounded very sweet so Peter took it as a compliment. Sirius and Remus cackled loudly, making you stir awake. Your eyes fluttered open, looking around between the boys above you.
“Uh… hello?” You greeted, stretching slightly as you looked around the empty room. Sirius pushed Peter and James away from the bed, sprawling his limbs out to hog you from their affection.
“Hi!” They all chanted at once, Remus moving closer as he pushed at Sirius to make room. The tall male sat down, rummaging through his bag for a minute before pulling out a chocolate bar.
“Eat,” Remus said, even opening the wrapper for you. He broke off a piece, swatting Sirius's wandering hand when he tried to take a piece for himself. You sat up on the bed, unaware of the markings on your skin. You chewed the gooey chocolate, resting against the bed frame with a satisfied hum.
“Did you bring me food?” You asked, a smile on your face as you realized all the plates. The boys nodded, bringing the plates over for you all to feast upon.
“What’s so funny?” You asked when Sirius started to laugh, James also chuckling. You irked slightly, touching over your face to try and see if there were crumbs. This made the boys laugh harder, making you feel embarrassed as you choke out a “what? Is there something on my face?”
You notice the little doodle Peter left you, realizing what had happened. You pushed Sirius's head, making him bump into James. You laughed at the scene, both boys rubbing their forehead with a pouty face.
“Does it come off?” You asked Remus, a sigh on your lips as you ran off towards the bathroom.
“Nope,” he called out, a small smile on his face. You looked in the mirror, seeing the obvious doodles drawn by your boys. You knew exactly who the culprit was for the big letters written on your forehead.
“Sirius! What the hell is this?” You called, stomping back to the bed where they all sat. Sirius raises his hands, pointing to James and Peter. “It’s not just me! They did it as well!”
“You bitch,” James gasped, a hand on his heart as he held a dramatic glint in his eyes. Peter dropped his head, muttering his apologies. All the boys start to bicker at Sirius, calling him a tattletale. You smile and lean back against the bed, bringing a biscuit to your mouth as you watch the quarrel unfold, this was definitely the entertainment you needed on this shitty day.
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in the dadspy au, what if jeremy was just going to be an assistant/cook/janitor at the base while his dad was being the mercenary (since spy didnt want him to follow the "career" but didnt want to be separated from him), but then jeremy turned out to be even better than the hired scout so they promote him to that position and spy is not happy with this at all
ok i was gonna put this in the queue to post but im impatient because im happy with this one. only thing i didnt have was spy being upset by this development
(warnings for canon-typical violence, discussion of mercenary-type things, paranoia, alcohol, and exactly one proper fight scene. consider this pg-13)
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“Would you prefer the good news first, or the bad news?” Dad asked.
Jeremy looked up at him from where he’d snatched up the sunday comics from his dad’s newspaper and was doodling little hats on the characters while they waited for their food to arrive. “Uh,” he said, “good news first.”
“Alright. The good news is, do you remember that line I’ve been tailing? The one in New Mexico?”
“Uh, yeah,” Jeremy said, then nodded a little more confidently. “Immunity, safehouse, somethin’ like that, right?”
“...Something like that,” Dad agreed carefully, and that made him raise an eyebrow. “It went well, and I think there’s the very real possibility that I’ve all but closed the deal, all they want now is an interview.”
“...Interview, singular,” Jeremy said slowly.
“That’s where the bad news begins. Unfortunately... merde, how to phrase this?” He drew a hand down his face. “They’re fully willing to hire me on, but this is a more... corporate affair than I’m used to. They have rules, stipulations. Long story short, they will not hire you as a mercenary on the basis of your age.”
Jeremy tensed. “What?” he demanded. “That’s stupid, I’m old enough to drive and buy guns and whatever the hell else.”
“But not rent a car, at least in many places in the United States.”
“But—“ he started, and remembered they were in public, and lowered his voice to a hiss, leaning in. “We’re hired killers, thieves, criminals. Do they really think we’re above having fakes? False documentation?”
“Actually, that is one of their requirements,” Dad said dryly, taking a paper from his jacket and consulting it. “I’m not happy about it either, mon lapin, but those are their rules. Already they have slightly bent them for one individual, and already I am on thin ice. But I may have a way to manage this.”
“Yeah?” Jeremy asked, nervous now.
“I know the woman responsible for new hires and managing the team I’ve applied for. She owes me a favor—a fairly hefty one. When I go in for the interview, one of my demands will include you being hired on, not as a mercenary, but for... for custodial purposes, something like that. Cook, janitor, security guard, secretary—whatever job there is that needs doing there, and I am sure that there will be one. Something to allow you to live there. Pay will likely be her stipulation, and the play I hope to make is that really, you’re overqualified for the position and she’s lucky to have someone so competent available, and in the worst case scenario, the pay is still good enough even for just one of us that we will not cut too deeply into the savings.”
The savings. That made Scout blink, because they only ever brought up the savings when—
“You think this could be it?” he asked quietly. “Like, it it?”
A hard exhale, and he leaned his cheek on his hand. “Potentially,” he finally said. “I don’t want to get your hopes up, but the job promises a variety of things. Medical attention available, extremely low levels of danger, and most of all, confidentiality. The only people who will know any name we give them would be the woman in charge of hiring us and their singular medical professional. There is no mode of communication to or from the compound outside of emergency lines to the organization and a single secure payphone located two miles away, there is no civilization within a twenty-five minute drive minimum, and this operation has been going long enough that the local authorities have long since grown used to being paid off, and likely don’t even remember what for anymore. I cash in a few valuable favors and ask this employer to turn a blind eye, we’d have somewhere remote and secure to spend our time after our deaths are faked and once the contract is over, we can start over. No ties to the past.”
“Freedom,” Jeremy marveled.
Silence for a few seconds, broken only by the quiet chatter of the rest of the diner. “I want to warn you, this work may not be glamorous. It may not even be particularly easy. I’m giving you the option of saying no,” Dad said.
“What?! Yes, hell yes, are you joking? To get us to living like normal people? Steady work? Livin’ in one place? Count me in!” he laughed.
“What if the job is something you won’t enjoy? Long hours, boring work?” Dad asked, entirely serious.
“I’m still on board.”
“What if the other people working there are rude to you? Disrespectful?”
“Well most of the people I meet through our job now try to kill us, so really it’s an upgrade.”
“What if there’s no diner nearby?” he asked, and there was a glint of humor in his eye.
“Damn, sorry, that’s the dealbreaker,” he joked right back, and that made him snort, shake his head, greet the waitress as she came back with their coffee and soda and then informed them that their food would be out shortly.
“I’ll ask,” was what Dad said once she was gone again, and that was that, and they started driving to New Mexico two nights later.
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“—A warm welcome to our two newest recruits. This is the Spy, and this is the Guard.”
“Guard?” asked one of the men at the table, his accent thick and distinctly Russian. It made Jeremy tense slightly, but he didn’t let it show.
“Night Guard,” Jeremy answered, voice clipped.
“He’s not technically hired on as a mercenary like you all, he won’t be joining you on missions,” the short woman apparently named Miss Pauling (Jeremy was fairly sure it was a fake name) said, hands folded in front of her neatly. “He’s here to work security. Keep an eye out during the night, filter through the camera footage, handle the archiving, things like that.”
“We’re hiring on a civvie now?” asked another man, thick Scottish accent a little harder to digest than the eyepatch and the grenade he was in the process of fiddling with the internal mechanisms of.
“He’s combat ready, and will still be armed. His job is to essentially make sure you’re all safe enough to sleep through the night,” Miss Pauling said.
“I’m not some chump,” Jeremy agreed. “I know my stuff.”
“How old is he?” another man asked, this one in a hardhat with a heavy drawl, looking concerned.
“Twenty, for your information,” Jeremy said, a little sharply, eyes narrowed.
“If you have any other questions, there’ll be time later on. For now, I do need to show our two newest recruits where they’ll be staying,” Miss Pauling cut in.
There was an audible scoff from one of the men at the table, a dramatic rolling of eyes. Jeremy glared at him. He unfolded and refolded his extremely tattoo’d tree-trunk-like arms, tugging the visor of his hat between. “Sorry,” he said, accent thick and distinctly Californian. “I just don’t have the most trust for some scrawny kid in slacks and creep in a ski mask.”
“Scout, don’t start,” Miss Pauling warned.
“Just saying,” this man, apparently called Scout, muttered under his breath regardless.
“Don’t,” she said again, more firmly, and ignored the second eye roll she got for the trouble. “If you two would follow me.”
And they were shown around the base, and Jeremy in particular was shown into a room stuck behind three locked doors, where he found camera feeds and recording equipment. She gave him a basic overview and a thick packet of instructions and policies labelled ‘highly classified’ and a phone number to call if he had any further questions, and a set of hours that were apparently meant to become the new standard for him (with the quiet addendum that if he finished early that was alright, and that technically he could turn in early if two or more members of the team were already awake for the day and he was caught up on the archiving of old tapes).
Then he was left to “get used to the equipment”, which he assumed meant his dad was getting a similar rundown of his job, and it took a pretty quick glance through the packet to understand that clearly this place ran on an extremely secretive and closely monitored series of systems. In the packet, between the sections on camera maintenance and operation hours, were a few sheets detailing what were apparently the movement patterns of the various members of the team, including frequented locations and previously recorded large-scale infractions (mostly on the part of the Soldier, the Medic, the Scout, and one from the Demoman).
He wasn’t the one with the title Spy, but fuck, it seemed like he might as well have it. His entire job wasn’t even necessarily to keep the team safe overnight—he was just meant to watch all of them to make sure nobody was anywhere or doing anything out of the ordinary.
The next time he saw his dad, waiting outside the infirmary to get some sort of physical evaluation, his face was arranged carefully enough that he could tell he’d figured out something was up, too.
“Got your job assignments?” he asked quietly in French, glancing towards the door into the infirmary.
A nod, a glance. “I’m intrigued by the methods used in employee evaluation,” he deadpanned. “Especially the fact that apparently, they’re willing to assign employees for the explicit task of doing them.”
“How often?”
“Weekly.”
“Thorough,” Jeremy deadpanned, and glanced towards the hall at the distant sound of laughter, echoing from somewhere else on the base. “That’s basically mine too.”
There was a long silence, and when Jeremy looked back over, his dad was giving him an almost expectant look, waiting. All he had to offer him was a shrug, which was returned after a moment with a vague shake of the head. “I don’t believe it will be a problem,” his dad said simply. “Not for us, at the very least.”
Jeremy nodded. “Yeah. Uh, anyways, good luck with the… physical, or whatever,” he said, and received a pat on the shoulder before he walked back off down the hall, hoping to figure out what exactly he was supposed to do with an entire room all to himself. He’d almost never had one before.
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He was used to time changes and jet lag, to needing to switch his sleep schedule on the regular, but the switch to a straight up night shift was a rough one.
His nine-to-five was actually a ten-to-six, as in 10 PM through 6 AM. This meant that, assuming he managed to get his schedule in order, he’d be able to join in on the team dinners if he woke up early and could eat breakfast with them before he went to bed.
Very quickly he realized that going to dinner and breakfast with the team was going to become a staple part of his routine, because it didn’t take long before he began to feel extremely lonely all of the time. In a dark little room, everyone else asleep, scrubbing through tapes from during the day while half keeping an eye on the live feed from around the base that never showed much of anything, it was brutal. It was suffocating.
It was easy, at least. It didn’t take long before he got efficient at it and could start zoning out, and it wasn’t like he was under much pressure. His was the only room without any cameras in it. Security risk, apparently.
And to be honest, what small amount he and Dad interacted with mercenaries and other criminal types, Jeremy didn’t really tend to like them much. A lot of them were loud and rude and had the potential to turn around and try and kill them whenever they felt like it. He didn’t expect that he’d like the team as much as he did. He especially didn’t expect to like them so much without ever really talking to them.
But watching the camera feeds from throughout the day, seeing what they were up to, they were just... nice people. Soldier out by the dumpsters practicing rocket jumps and wrangling raccoons and apparently trying to learn how to spin a rifle, Pyro’s regular minor explosions in the kitchen while cooking and the surprised and frantic way they cleaned it up every time, the Demoman’s tendency to whistle wherever he went, watching through the feed as they all played cards and argued and jostled each other. They all seemed really nice. Really cool. Really dorky, too, but mostly just really nice and really cool.
And there were a few of them he was less sure about—he couldn’t get eyes on the Medic most of the time, what with the one camera in the Medbay being tilted down at an angle that made it hard to see much of anything but the occasional bird (probably by those same birds). The Heavy tended to just sit and read, and was pretty much silent most of the time otherwise. The Scout tended to leave the base pretty often. And the Sniper didn’t even live on base, he had a van outside that he could only occasionally see movement in when he squinted at the far edge of the camera leading outside. But even then, Heavy and Sniper mostly just seemed quiet, and Medic just seemed busy, and the Scout just seemed like a little bit of a dickhead.
But then one day when Jeremy was at breakfast the Heavy caught him leaning to try to get a look at the cover of the book he was reading, and he blurted that he was just wondering what book was so great that he’d stay up until like four in the morning reading, and then the entire team was gawking at him and asking questions and insisting that it was insane that there was someone actually watching all those cameras, and he shrugged and said there was always supposed to be someone watching the tapes back it was just usually some office worker type a hundred miles away. And they seemed almost... upset with him. And maybe that was fair, it wasn’t like he ever talked to any of them much, mostly he just spent breakfast and dinner half-asleep and listening to their chatter. And Demoman admitted that he’d honestly assumed that Jeremy slept his entire shift, he just always looked so tired at breakfast. There was almost this discomfort. This distrust.
And so, now that the jig was up, he made it a point to say some things to certain members of the team. To tell the Medic that his camera was tilted down so that he couldn’t see most of the room, and to very pointedly say that it was weird how that happened and that he didn’t know why they set it up like that in the first place, but it was really none of his business. Made it a point to warn the Engineer in the morning that the previous night, Soldier had been doing something in the fridge for a while, and to maybe check the labels before he made breakfast. Made it a point to tell the Demoman that the camera in his workshop was right in plain sight, and that if he moved one of his blackboards an inch or two to the left, it would obscure the room a pretty hefty amount. Made it a point to tell the Sniper that the camera on the rooftop seemed to be glitching out, and it’d just sort of lost the tapes of the previous two nights, and that it was really unfortunate since for all he knew there might have been someone ignoring the signs about there being no personnel allowed up there.
In return, he found that Pyro would sometimes make little sparkly notes with smiley faces on them and stick them to the door to the security room. That Sniper started tipping his hat at the camera above the door into the base from the garage. That on occasional drinking nights, the team would suddenly turn and start waving at the camera, laughing the whole way. On one night in particular he could hear through the low-quality and tinny speakers that they were trying to cajole him into leaving the security room for a while to join them for cards, and god, but he wanted to.
And he noticed more things. Soldier walking with a slight limp some days when rocket jumps had rough landings. Being able to count the doves in the infirmary and even tell them apart to some extent through blurry close-ups. The Engineer making it a point to sweep really regularly regardless of what project he was working on.
And then he noticed a weird thing.
It took him a long time to get used to the patterns of hallways, the cameras not really lined up linearly after a while, too many branching paths. He learned to follow progress, to flick from one camera to the next as someone walked around corners. And for a while he thought maybe he wasn’t very good at it.
Until he realized two things. First of all, that in a hallway where he knew there were five doors, he could only see four—apparently the door to Pyro’s room was just barely out of sight of the camera. He only figured it out because one day it swung open wide enough to almost bang against the wall.
And then, when he realized there was somehow that massive blindspot, that there was a corner with a blindspot too. One where that Scout kept disappearing.
He watched a few more times to make sure, and yep. He’d see the Engineer walking around the corner, flick to the next screen, and there he was, continuing down the hallway. And then later that same day, the Scout, walking, and flick to the next camera, and he wasn’t there.
One of the worse parts of the job was that he never got to see Dad anymore, never got to just sort of hang out the way they did all the time when he was growing up, and he knew he would miss it but he didn’t know how much. And he found it was even worse when he had something important to say, doubly so when he had something important to say but no idea if it was actually important.
He tried to bring it up casually, in the like ten minutes of time he ever got alone to talk to Dad. Dad was fighting the kettle trying to make some tea and he was trying to stay awake long enough to figure out how he was going to say this.
“Uh,” he said, and Dad looked at him. “So, uh, what’s the read you’re getting on that Scout guy?”
“Lazy,” Dad shrugged, looked back at the kettle. “Arrogant. He seems to care very little about doing his job correctly and has horrible communication on the field.”
“Right, right,” he nodded, fought a yawn down. “Uh. So like, kind of a dickhead.”
“Indeed,” Dad said, nodding vaguely.
“So uhhh... not the best.”
“Where are you going with this?” Dad asked, arching an eyebrow at him.
“I, I dunno, the guy just likes hanging out in this one blindspot in the cameras, and it’s kinda freaking me out,” Jeremy said, scratching at the back of his neck.
Dad frowned. “Strange. I wasn’t aware that there were any blindspots in the cameras.”
“There’s only a few, and only for pretty small spaces I think? But apparently he just likes hanging out in one of them.” Jeremy scuffed his shoe on the ground, glancing over as voices started echoing down the hall towards them. “Just thought it was weird.”
“I’ll look into it,” Dad muttered, voice quiet, and then raised it again slightly. “I refuse to keep up with sports.”
“C’mon,” Jeremy said, knowing this game well, changing subjects into something more normal as people entered earshot. “I’m not even asking you to keep up with sports, I’m just saying, I’d kill to go to a baseball game right about now.”
“The American Pasttime!” Soldier called from the room over.
“Exactly,” Jeremy agreed, nodding at Soldier as he also entered the kitchen, a half-asleep Demoman in tow.
“Any ghosties or ghoulies on the cameras last night, lad?” Demo had enough energy to ask, blinking blearily at the contents of the fridge.
“Oh, a billion,” Jeremy said.
“Guard!” Soldier barked, the most awake person in the room. “Should these ghost-ghouls appear again, don’t be afraid to point me in their direction! I have significant experience with them already and do not fear the likes of them!”
“Yeah sure,” Jeremy shrugged.
“You’re a champion, Guard,” Demo said with what was either a really disoriented blink or a wink, slugging him on the shoulder and wandering back out into the common room with the entire carton of milk in his other hand. Jeremy gave him a mock-salute that Soldier copied with absolute conviction. He and Dad shared a glance after the two of them left, and Jeremy was the first one to break, snickering under his breath.
“I’ll look into it,” Dad said, and also left the kitchen, and Jeremy nodded and started trying to remember what else he’d been planning on doing before bed.
-
“So,” Dad said a few days later, materializing next to Jeremy when he was in the middle of his jog and making him almost jump out of his skin, skidding to a stop.
“You’re enjoying that new watch way too much,” Jeremy panted, out of breath and still very much startled.
“Maybe,” Dad said, and he was smiling. “But as I was saying.”
“All you said was ‘so’,” Jeremy pointed out, giving him a look.
“There’s a juvenile joke here about how I’m your father and so of course I say ‘so’, but if you wouldn’t mind it, I did have something important to say, mon lapin,” Dad replied, and Jeremy rolled his eyes hard at the horrible joke and cheesy name, fighting back a smile of his own.
“Go for it,” he said, and took the opportunity to bend and tighten his shoelaces.
“So. Regarding that Scout and his habits. You mentioned he spends time in blind spots of the cameras, oui?” Dad asked.
“Yeah. Keeps, uh, I guess he keeps getting infractions for going off base too much, too. I’ve logged him leaving like three times this week already,” Jeremy nodded.
“Indeed. Well, considering how new we are to the team, I did not want to jump to conclusions, and so contacted Miss Pauling and asked on your behalf for any older records, and I found out something very... intriguing.”
Jeremy looked up at him, blinking. ‘Intriguing’, historically, had always been a very, very bad thing.
“Apparently, it has been two years since they last had a Guard situated on base. The previous one was a much older gentleman, retired from being a full member of the team due to health complications but not entirely ready to part with the company. The previous guard was somewhat strict, and the Scout—the same as we have now—very much disliked the man. He continued acquiring near-constant infractions under the man’s watch for leaving when he was not meant to, so much so that the previous Guard proposed enstating trackers on the team when they went off-base. And before this policy could take hold, the previous Guard left the base one day and did not return, and finally was found dead a state over, one month later.”
Jeremy blinked once, twice. “Holy shit,” he said, and took note of the wary look on his face. “Okay. So we’re thinkin’ the same thing, right?”
“I would assume so. And…” Dad hesitated, moved to fidget with his cufflinks. “And I would not be particularly concerned about this, as I’m confident that you wouldn’t have gotten his attention from what you’ve been up to lately, and therefore wouldn’t be in danger yet should history attempt to repeat itself, but… he’s already taken a disliking to you.”
“What?” he asked, eyebrows shooting up.
“I believe it’s something as simple as some sort of shallow jealousy. Another American on the team, also relatively young, filling the position of someone he disliked previously. He regularly complains about the fact that you don’t need to go do the same job as the rest of us.” Dad shrugged, glanced over at him. “That, combined with the fact that you have somewhat conflicting duties, well, he tends to rather tetchy. He claims that considering he’s meant to be the first line of defense, they shouldn’t also need a guard at night.”
Jeremy had a number of opinions about that, but he stuck to the most relevant ones. “I really don’t like this guy,” he said. “Might be, uh. Worth keeping an eye on.”
“Agreed.” Dad glanced back over his shoulder towards the base, then at his watch. “Enjoy the rest of your run. Don’t forget to eat.”
“Yeah yeah yeah, hit the bricks already, old man,” Jeremy scoffed, waving him off, and Dad rolled his eyes, disappearing again in a cloud of smoke. “You’re gonna be using that thing all the damn time now, aren’t you?”
“Oui,” came a voice from nowhere, and Jeremy huffed a laugh, meandering his way back into the rest of his jog.
-
Jeremy hummed along to the radio, flicking between cameras on autopilot and wondering when exactly to take his lunch break.
He didn’t face the clock or anything, so he wasn’t sure, but he thought he had a pretty solid rhythm at that point. Click, click, click, between the camera to the road, the camera to the main entrance, and the camera in the hall towards the middle of the building, for about one second each. At just about any time after 11 or 11:30, those were the only three in real time that he needed to keep an eye on, mostly for people coming back late from bar hopping or if Miss Pauling was rolling in on a delivery. All the other cameras he could see out of the corner of his eye, and any movement he’d pick up on pretty quick, even if it was usually just the doves fluttering on the camera to the Medbay. After he cycled through those (and there was almost never anything there) he’d cycle back through to the tape he had in, put it on high speed, and watch it for about two or three minutes, get through a chunk of that time. Mostly he’d just be making sure nobody had been in the base while the team was away ni o(which indeed there never was), so there wasn’t much of a reason to take it off high speed, and the second part of the night would be watching the tapes for the time the team was back on base.
Movement on a camera made him click the pause, and he glanced off to the side. One of the doves had shuffled to face the other direction. He rolled his eyes, looking back at the bigger monitor again and pressing play.
The second half of the night was a little more interesting. He just had to look at the tapes for the time the team was there, check for discrepancies that might point to Dad messing with the disguise technology off-the-clock or the enemy Spy having infiltrated. For the most part things were straightforward, but he at least got to see his teammates up to funny things sometimes. Pyro’s antics were usually entertaining. Soldier he only caught some of, on the basis of him often walking off out of range of the cameras when he went on his excursions. Demo was funny sometimes. Honestly, just seeing the Sniper anywhere but as a fuzzy distant shape was interesting.
Movement on a camera. Same dove. He ignored it. Click, click, click, all three cameras clear, back to the fast-forward of the same empty hallway as before.
He really needed to figure something out, for the Scout. Maybe he and Dad were just being paranoid. It would be insane for him to try to outright kill anyone who inconvenienced him, not to mention reckless, and stupid to boot. Acting like that in their line of work would make him a lot of enemies extremely quickly. It would make more sense for the old Guard disappearing to be unrelated, to be honest.
Yeah. Hell, he barely knew the guy, and here he was assuming he’d straight up whacked a guy for getting a little too on his case about something. Maybe they were wrong.
Movement on a camera. He glanced over and froze outright.
It took him five seconds to come to his senses enough to pause the playback on his screen.
Figures. Shapes. Not at the front entrance, in the hallway, there next to the back way, by the garage. At least three, moving carefully, hard to make out in the darkness.
Okay. Okay, don’t panic, focus.
Jeremy ran through a few things in his head. He’d already done a headcount, the only people he wasn’t sure about were the Sniper and the Medic, but he hadn’t seen the Medic in any of the hallways out of the infirmary. Three figures were two too many to be any of the team, and besides that, they didn’t look like the Medic. Too short to be the Sniper, moving differently. Different clothes.
Three people. He hopped up, rushed over to the wall, yanked open the panel he had there. Three buttons, which he needed to hit in order. The first would send an alert to Miss Pauling, the second to whoever was assigned to be on alert that night, the third would set off the alarm.
He hit the first, hit the second, and hesitated on the third.
Okay. Technically if he didn’t hit that third button, he’d be breaking protocol, which was, according to the manual, ‘grounds for termination’. He was pretty sure that meant a long swim with some concrete shoes. And it was apparently recorded every time he hit these buttons, so they could deduct from his pay on false alerts. So they’d know if he didn’t hit this third button. He needed to think fast.
This was a different button than the alert button. The alert was more subtle, set for just one person. The alarm was throughout the entire base, over every loudspeaker. Louder than a fire alarm. If he hit this one, these intruders would hear that there was an alarm going off. Anyone smart would book it, high tail it the hell out of there. But he still didn’t know where they came from.
There hadn’t been movement on any of the screens, and he looked at the camera feed facing the road already, a few times even. He should’ve seen them. And if they found their way in once, they could do it again.
If he didn’t hit the button, on the other hand, whoever was on alert would wake up and wonder why they’d gotten an alert but the alarm wasn’t going off. If they were clever, which they probably were if they’d lasted this long, they’d come to the security room to see what was up and they could work from there.
He closed the panel again and moved to wait.
A minute later, still no movement from the hallway where most of the rooms were. That was fine, they’d just woken up, and probably needed to get dressed and grab their guns.
Another minute later, no movement, which was fair, they just needed a second to get their bearings. The intruders, meanwhile, were just lurking, slowly making their way down the hall.
Another minute later, no movement, and he opened the panel to press the button again before he continued waiting. Maybe they didn’t hear him the first time.
Another minute later and he took to standing next to the panel, mashing the button rapidly, eyes on the screen where the intruders were passing the kitchen, starting to get pretty far into the building.
Another minute later and he stomped his way into his sneakers, grabbing his flashlight and gun and guard cap from where they were hung on the wall. “Fine, I’ll fucking do it myself,” he grumbled, and carefully shouldered open the door, taking one last glance at the camera before he shut the door behind himself.
He kept his footsteps quiet, squinting into the darkness, waiting for his eyes to finish adjusting as he crept towards where he’d last seen the figures. It was near-silent in the base at night except for the distant, quiet hum of generators and occasional shift of plumbing. It was getting more and more familiar, and he found himself able to tune it out somewhat, instead listening intently for footsteps besides his own, making sure to click the safety off his gun while he was still alone and not when he was close to whoever had decided to break in.
Okay. Dad did this all the time. He could handle this.
He slowed as he approached the corner near the kitchen, peering around as carefully as he could, tugging down the brim of his cap to try and hide any potential shine from his eyes. He caught sight of a vague shape standing near the doorway, hesitating before it crept inside, into the common area.
Not ideal, on the basis of that being their goddamn kitchen, but at least there would be cover.
By the time he managed to sneak up to the doorway, he could make out the sound of vague whispering. It was far enough that it gave him the boldness to peer into the room, and just slightly lit by the glow of the clock on the oven he could see two shapes there in the kitchen, the third lingering nearer to him, there by the table.
Jeremy was only just starting to make a plan, relieved to have the jump on them, when there was the distant sound of a generator humming to life, and all the figures stopped, paused for a moment.
“Fucking spooky here,” one whispered, barely audible.
“Calm down,” another whispered. “What, scared of ghosts?”
Jeremy inhaled, exhaled, shifted onto the balls of his feet and started creeping a little further into the room. If he could just get all three of them to one side, so he wouldn’t need to pivot so much…
“You don’t know, maybe there’s ghosts here,” the first protested, and swore quietly at what sounded like their winging their elbow against the corner of the tale, and Jeremy tried to stick near the wall, managed to creep half-behind one of the chairs, trying to keep his silhouette indistinct. “These guys kill people.”
“So do we,” the third mumbled, moving out of sight in the kitchen, and Jeremy bit down on a swear, starting to inch behind the couch. “Don’t be a coward. And stop making so much noise.”
“You can’t shoot a ghost,” the first pointed out, moving a bit closer to the kitchen, giving the table a wide berth now. “Or punch it.”
“I can try,” the second said, and stopped at the sound of a rustle.
Jeremy held his breath, weight half-balanced against where he’d tried to step, newspaper trapped beneath his foot.
“That one wasn’t me,” the first whispered. There was another, more significant rustle throughout the room, and Jeremy could see a glint as the intruders drew their weapons.
Jeremy inhaled, exhaled, and just barely managed not to swear out loud.
The first one was the closest by, lingering beside the arm of the couch Jeremy was crouched in the shadow of. “Do they have a cat here?” they asked, voice quiet.
The second was approaching into the main room more carefully. From the sound of the footsteps, trying to keep a shoulder closer to the wall, clearly paying more attention to the door. “Are you stupid or something?” was the reply, voice also quiet.
The third didn’t speak, but huffed out a laugh, which was enough to tell Jeremy that he was out of the kitchen.
Jeremy inhaled shakily, exhaled shakily, shifted his grip on his handgun and flashlight, and took a split second to think. Inhaled one more time.
He leapt to his feet, swinging his flashlight like a billy club and clobbering the first figure across the side of the head, sending them tumbling to the ground. From the sound of the impact, a dislocated jaw at the very least. One down.
A shout from the other side of the room, arms moving to try to aim, clearly struggling to see him, but that third figure was in the doorway, silhouetted against the faint light from the oven’s clock, and that was enough to figure out where the head and chest were. He aimed, fired, got what he was pretty sure was the neck considering the brief spray of blood that splattered against the oven, darkening the room completely.
A swear from the second figure, and Jeremy wanted to swear too, because he’d hoped that second figure would be stupid and try and charge him, but now he was ten steps away and didn’t have time to fiddle with and cock the gun again, other hand full with a flashlight and no way to—
Oh, duh.
“Stay where you are,” the second figure ordered, but Jeremy’s eyes were a little better adjusted and besides that, he wasn’t the one talking. He lifted his flashlight and clicked it on.
The second figure cried out, recoiling at the sudden blindingly bright light in what had been near-darkness, and Jeremy had time to finagle his thumb up to cock his gun again, now able to aim with absolute accuracy, this shot connecting with the figure’s head.
He exhaled.
It took Jeremy two minutes to remember to fire a bullet into the chest of the unconscious guy, and another minute for the other mercenaries to start showing up, half-dressed and armed. Dad, presumably to prove a point, showed up pretty close to the middle of the pack almost fully dressed. Jeremy wasn’t entirely sure how long it took before Miss Pauling showed up, but he wasn’t even halfway through their questions by that time.
“Guard, headcount?” she asked before she even bothered saying hello, still wearing her motorcycle helmet and looking more than a little bit miffed.
“Uh,” he said, eyes drawn away from where Medic was assessing the bodies on the kitchen table, “seven present and accounted for. Sniper’s probably out at his van, don’t know about the Scout.”
“Alright. Pyro,” she said, and Pyro stood at attention, bunny slippers squeaking at the movement. “go wake up Sniper and get him in here.”
Pyro nodded, handing their weird unicorn plushie thing to Jeremy as they passed by, giving him a solemn nod before hurrying away.
“Okay. Guard, hit me with a rundown, then,” she said, and shot a glance around the room. “No peanut gallery needed. And Medic, please don’t take them apart too much. I gotta get rid of those later.”
“Uh. Spotted these guys on the cameras, hit the first and second alerts,” Jeremy said.
“And not the third?” she asked pointedly.
“They were, like, right next to the door, and—here’s the thing, Miss P, is I dunno how the hell they got in here,” he said, and there was a general balk from the room. “No, seriously. They didn’t come in on the main road, they were in one of the back hallways by the garage. There’s gotta be a hole in the cameras or something, because I seriously don’t know where they came from. And if they booked it, they’d take whatever vehicle they used to get here, too, and we might not figure it out. Thought I’d just wait for whoever the hell was supposed to be on alert so we could… I dunno, at least see which way they went.”
“Guard,” she admonished, and he shrank a little bit. “That was incredibly reckless. What if nobody had shown up to help you?”
“Uh,” he said, blinked, “but… nobody did show up.”
A pause. She blinked. “What? You’re the one who did that?” she asked, entirely shocked, pointing towards the three bodies on the table.
“Uh, yeah? Isn’t that my job?” he asked carefully, shifting the stuffed animal under his arm.
“No, you’re—you’re just supposed to be the Guard, you’re supposed to watch cameras, not—“ She paused, taking a second to push up her glasses and rub at the bridge of her nose, inhaling, exhaling. “Okay. Points for… going above and beyond, here, but Guard, don’t do that again.”
“Sure thing, Miss P,” he mumbled, tugging on the brim of his guard cap, and sighed to himself as Miss Pauling moved away to try and stop Medic from attempting to covertly steal a few organs from the corpses. Dad clapped him on the shoulder supportively, and that did make him feel a little better. He wasn’t expecting a clap to the other shoulder, and looked up, surprised to see Heavy there, looking just slightly less grim than usual.
“Little Guard man is credit to team,” he said simply, solemnly.
Jeremy straightened up slightly. “Oh. Hey, thanks,” he said. Heavy nodded at him.
“It’s true,” Demo called, and he looked over, got another approving nod. “Really saved the lot of us, lad.”
“I, I mean, hey, it’s… what I’m here for. Or, uh. I thought that was it, anyways,” he shrugged, glancing away. “I mean, yeah, I’m pretty cool, though.”
Dad bumped his arm for the last part, and he snickered. “My question,” Dad continued, doing his best to ignore him, “is primarily regarding who, precisely, was supposed to be present to help Guard with this. Who is meant to be on alert?”
“It’s meant to be Scout, ain’t it?” the Engineer asked from nearby, frowning. A general murmur of agreement. “Could he have slept through it?”
“Heavy doubts this,” Heavy grumbled, looking troubled.
“Why’re we awake?” asked Sniper from the doorway, and various teammates called out a greeting. Sniper seemed half-gone, and completely grumpy, but not as grumpy as Pyro, and not nearly as gone as the man leaning heavily against Pyro’s shoulder.
“Hey,” the Scout managed, grinning, speech garbled, visibly sloppy and unbalanced. “What’s up, guys?”
Groans from parts of the room. “Drinkin’ again, Scout?” the Engineer drawled, visibly irritated.
“That’s my trademark, lad, go on,” Demo laughed, but the enthusiasm wasn’t entirely there.
“Scout,” Miss Pauling said, voice firm in a way that made Jeremy almost flinch in sympathy. “Are you aware that we’ve had a situation here while you’ve been sleeping?”
“Weren’t sleeping,” Sniper murmured, and eyes turned to him. He scratched at the back of his neck. “Came stumbling in ‘round when I was heading in. He was out for the night. Bar, looks like.”
“What?” Jeremy demanded. “Why the fuck didn’t I see him leave on the cameras?”
“Alright,” Miss Pauling said, and Jeremy looked at her. Her expression was hard to read. “It’s possible he went through the back tunnel.”
“Back tunnel?” Jeremy asked, and glanced around. Apparently he wasn’t the only one who hadn’t heard of it.
“For emergencies only. Scout’s the only one who I’ve given a key card to. I have one too. It’s supposed to be used for transporting especially sensitive information, most of the team isn’t supposed to even know it exists. If there’s a gap in the cameras around the back of the building, he might have been using it to… sneak out to go to town, even though he knows he’s already in hot water for leaving the base so much,” Miss Pauling said, glaring at Scout, who was looking increasingly annoyed.
“Whatever, it’s not a big deal,” he protested, scoffing.
“That tunnel is for emergencies only,” Miss Pauling stressed. “I trusted you with the privilege of knowing about it account of having worked here for so long, and you’re using that privilege and key card to mess around?”
“He was coming back from around the front of the building, at least,” Sniper chimed in, and Pyro nodded. “Not that I’d understand the point of sneaking out if he’s going to just walk back in the front door.”
“Key card?” Medic repeated from near the table, eyebrows furrowed.
“Yeah, it’s, it’s a magnetized card, that can be read by a card reader, used like a key,” Miss Pauling explained, deflating a little bit.
His eyebrows furrowed further. “Would it happen to look anything like this?” he asked, picking up a lanyard from the table and holding it up, showing the room the card clipped onto the end of it.
Two beats of silence. “Spy, would you mind?” Miss Pauling asked politely, nodding towards the Scout, who had gone pale.
“Not at all,” Dad said just as politely, and walked over towards the Scout and Pyro, then circled around behind them, and sank a blade into the Scout’s spine. He promptly crumbled to the floor, dead.
“Well. At least that’s that mystery solved,” Miss Pauling sighed, and rubbed at the bridge of her nose again. “Now I’ve gotta block off time tomorrow to get rid of three bodies, and then hopefully that’s the last we’re gonna hear of this or else the Administrator is gonna kill me.”
“What about the Scout?” Heavy rumbled.
“…Scratch that. Four bodies,” she mumbled, face dropping into her hands. “And then I need to find his replacement. Ugh.”
“Can’t imagine you’d need to go far,” Demo said, and Jeremy looked up, and Demo was very obviously tilting a thumb in his direction.
“He’s proven himself to be better at this job,” Dad agreed, shrugging. “And I would say on a bad day he’s still a better runner than the previous Scout on a good one.”
“He can clearly handle a firearm well,” the Engineer noted, looking over one of the bodies.
“And a blunt object,” Medic chimed, just a bit too pleased. “This jaw is almost completely shattered!”
“Okay, okay, fine, sure,” Miss Pauling waved off, one hand still pressed to her face, clearly overwhelmed and tired. “We’ll get his paperwork in tomorrow. Congratulations, you’re the new Scout, any questions? Can the questions wait until morning? Great, thank you. Good night, everyone. Medic, have the bodies in bags for me at least, okay?”
A distracted thumbs up from Medic, and Miss Pauling was groaning, wandering back out of the room, and most of the team followed, yawning amongst themselves. Sniper half-attempted to ask again why the hell any of them were awake, but gave up halfway through. Pyro, for one, made sure to at least retrieve the plushie from Scout’s arms before wandering off, giving him an appreciative pat on the shoulder.
“So,” Dad said, and when he looked over, he was smiling. “A promotion, mon lapin. Congratulations, new Scout.”
“Do I gotta wear that stupid outfit he always wears?” Jeremy asked, entirely serious. His reply was a laugh and a pat on the shoulder before he disappeared in a puff of smoke. “Pops, I’m serious. Do I? Dad!?”
-
“—So that’s why I figured, y’know, might as well tell you guys,” Jeremy finished rambling, hands in his pockets, continuing down the hallway. “Because… I dunno. I could tell Miss P, but it’s nice having secret stuff, y’know?”
“You think this is how they actually got in?” Demo asked, looking dubious. “Little blind spot in the cameras?”
“Only a couple feet wide, you said?” Sniper grumbled.
“Sounds possible,” Heavy said hesitantly.
“I dunno. Maybe. But if I tell Miss P about it, they’re gonna fix it,” Jeremy shrugged, turning the corner and stopping. “There. I knew it.”
They stopped with him, following his line of sight. “You’re takin’ the piss, mate,” Sniper deadpanned. “You want to tell me he’d been climbing out a window like a teenager?”
Jeremy shrugged, moving to open the window in question. It swung open easily, just large enough to push through with only a little bit of a problem, barely needing to turn his shoulders. “He’s not much bigger than me, and what the hell else would he be doing here?” he pointed out.
“Heavy cannot fit through that window,” Heavy deadpanned.
“Yeah. Sorry, big guy,” Jeremy apologized, leaning back inside and closing it again. “But hey, mystery solved, right?”
“Well, if I ever need windows to climb out of, now I know just the lad for the job,” Demo said, nudging him. “Thanks, Guard. Or, er, Scout. Och, now that’s going to take getting used to, aye? Might just stick to calling you ‘laddie’, laddie.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he laughed, nudging him right back. And as much as they ribbed him for it, he did see a kind of appreciation there. Just like he’d figured, they seemed to take note of him taking their side and not just Miss Pauling’s.
Now he just needed to switch back over to the day shift.
#father-son bonding au#dad!spy#tf2#team fortress 2#shut up me#my fanfiction#everybody talks#really happy with this one even if it took Way Too Fucking Long
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Prompt #69 for @clarensjoy‘s Hinny FicFest 2021: "His pickup line wasn't as good as mine. Just saying"
Ao3 // FFnet
hey, tis us, last kids joining the party. hopefully it’s still alright!
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It’s a Tuesday, so the din of the pub is a bit muted in comparison. Loud and full enough that nobody will get ideas about getting to know their table neighbours, but quiet enough that you don’t have to shout to be heard. Harry’s boot sticks to the floor as he steps inside and for a moment he’s about to let loose some colourful swears about arseholes who don’t understand that spent gum belongs in a bin, but his attention is quickly pulled away by another arsehole at the bar trying to flex his flirtation muscles.
If Harry reads the bloke’s mark’s facial expression correctly, said flex has been wholly unsuccessful so far. And Harry’s made his own study of the current focus of said bloke, since Sixth Year in fact, so Harry’s comfortable saying he’s something of an expert on Ginny Weasley.
Slowly - with a slight drag on his gummed left heel - Harry picks his way through the shadowy bits of the pub towards Ginny as she continues her valiant attempt to scan the menu. Soon, Harry’s close enough to join Ginny’s ‘enjoyment’ of her current companion.
The bloke is mid-build, just shy of Harry’s height, and almost as into his boy band hair as he is to excessive use of perfume. Things he apparently is not into include reading body language, accepting personal space boundaries, and wearing hats correctly. Harry winces - half for Ginny’s nose and half for whatever this stranger is about to have done to him - when Perfume Lover leans in closer to Ginny. “Hello, beautiful! No need to check that out, I already know what’s on the menu - me ‘n’ you.”
Harry’s suppressing his snort, and a bit of horror, at the line when Ginny leans in close, eyes sharp. If Boy Band knew what was good for him, he’d pay more attention to Ginny’s blood thirsty look than the fact that she’s drawing close. But honestly, Harry can’t fault him too much - for getting distracted that is - because one whiff of her hair and the simple warmth of her as she draws near still sends Harry’s heart pounding. That’s about where Harry’s ability to relate to Ball Cap begins and ends.
As expected, the content of Ginny’s low whisper is less ‘want to get out of here’ and more ‘guts for garters’ because the pick up artist is soon backing away with a shocked expression, stumbling over barstools and an innocent busboy.
With a grin, Harry steadies the busboy on his feet and swipes a paper napkin to drag the bulk of the gum from his boot. He doesn’t break stride as he tosses the napkin in a bin and makes his way towards Ginny, who has returned her attention to the menu and the tiny red straw between her lips.
Somehow, he doesn’t end up sprawled on the floor when she twirls it, or when her tongue darts out to wet her lips, or even when the waitress returns with a new drink. Instead, he keeps pace to end up with one arm draped around Ginny’s shoulders just as she’s left alone at the high top table. “Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk past you again?”
Ginny snorts, nose crinkling as she stabs at the ice with her straw. “Reckon I’m sticking with the other bloke tonight.”
Harry frowns even as he claims the free stool closest to Ginny. “His pickup line wasn’t as good as mine,” he swipes her drink, ignoring her indignant ‘Oi!’ and takes a sip, “Just saying.”
“How about get your own drink, Mr. Just Saying?” Ginny grumbles, though the blow of her grousing is softened by the quick press of her lips to his.
“I can’t decide between the burger and the stew.”
Harry raises his hand in the hopes of beckoning someone with relevant resources to bring him a pint. He receives a nod from behind the bar and soon turns his attention back to Ginny. “Is the new Firebolt nearby?”
Ginny tears her eyes away from the menu. “Pardon? No - we’re on the Cleansweep - ”
“Oh,” Harry shakes his head, “Must’ve just been my heart taking off.”
“If you promise to shut up I’ll do that thing you like so much,” Ginny manages to mutter with a roll of her eyes, pausing only once the waitress arrives with Harry’s drink. He takes a long sip while Ginny orders - apparently having decided on the burger. When the waitress turns to him he gets the same - though changing medium rare for medium well. Plus he adds, “And can we have the stew to share? With some bread.”
Once they’re alone again, Ginny nudges his shoulder. “Thanks.”
“You got me all hyped for it too,” he shrugs and slips his arm back around her, “Besides, I’m not above asking for a takeaway box.”
“Glad you seem to know the real path to my affection, that line was bloody awful. Time to move on,” Ginny winks, “I’ll keep my promise.”
“No, no. You said Boy Band had better lines than I do and now I’m proving you wrong,” Harry takes another swallow and swipes at his upper lip. “I’ll earn that thing I like the real way.”
“Which is?”
“Wooing.”
Ginny sighs. “You won’t let it go, will you?”
“Nope,” Harry pops, sitting a little taller in his chair.
“Anyhow,” Ginny says, fiddling with his fingers, “How was the meeting with Kingsley?”
“Relatively unnecessary,” Harry shrugs, “At least I think so. But you know how they like to get input and whatnot. Which means lots of almost shouting and then Kingsley puts on that face and says, ‘You’ve all given me a lot to think about.’”
“Does he change his mind much, pre to post meeting?”
“Depends who offered alternatives,” Harry answers, taking another swallow of his ale. “Which is for the best. You wouldn’t believe some of the shit people say.”
“What did you ever do to make Robards hate you so much?” Ginny asks with a chuckle when Harry’s forehead connects with her shoulder.
“I dunno, but he must. Either that or he really values my ability to half take notes and mostly doodle magical creatures.”
“Do you take requests? I want my face on the body of a harpy.”
The din of the crowd briefly increases and Harry leans close enough that Ginny’s soft flowery scent overcomes the smell of stale beer and miscellaneous fried foods. “Gin, your face is already on the body of a Harpy.”
“Har-har, you know what I mean.”
Harry shakes his head and tips so his nose nearly touches Ginny’s. “There’s something wrong with my eyes,” Ginny perks up, rapidly searching him for any injuries she neglected to notice and he continues, “There must be. Because I can’t seem to take them off you.”
She groans, shoulders slumped back against her barstool. “Harry, you have terrible eyesight. And that might have been the worst line yet.”
“Noted,” Harry nods like she’s just given him a tip on a case, “I’ll keep trying.”
“Please don’t.”
“I love a challenge.”
The waitress returns with their admittedly overdone dinner order and Ginny nearly spears Harry with the prongs of her fork. “Do not make me sick up, this smells too good to waste.”
Harry scofs. “Right. We both know you’re tougher than that. Should I remind you that your secret weapon was the Bat-Bogey Hex - a hex largely based on snot?”
“And it still is,” Ginny grins after she swallows an impressively large helping of her food. “Talking about gross, though,” she follows, eyeing Harry sideways, “any specific plans for my brother’s stag do? And don’t tell me you’ve cracked under pressure and let George organise it.”
There’s something very Molly Weasley-eque in her expression as she says it, freckles alight and splattered over her cheeks and nose in a way that always has Harry’s insides twisting and burning, without failure. So he smirks, leaning in closer.
“Which brother is that?”
Ginny kicks at his shin, wobbling on her barstool. “The one with the big nose and lanky limbs?”
“Oh, that one,” Harry widens his eyes in mock realisation. “Right, yes. No, I’m doing it."
“And?”
“And?” Harry parrots, sipping another spoonful of stew.
“Remember the bogeys, Harry,” she scowls, huffs away a red strand of hair falling on her cheeks.
His elbow planted firmly on the bar, Harry offers her his most dazzling smile, green eyes glinting mischievously behind his round glasses. “Aw, Gin, it’ll be nothing much. Just your regular boys’ night out - a little bit of getting pissed, a little bit of going to a strip club.”
Ginny laughs throatily, her head leaned back and her long, red hair grazing over her waist, eyes closed shut. “Can’t wait to read Skeeter’s take on you visiting a strip club. Honestly, Harry?”
“Nah. But we will get pissed at George’s though.”
“Figured. Good for you, you deserve it,” Ginny smiles and tops it off with a bite of warm bread. “Thanks for the laugh.”
“I aim to please,” Harry smiles back and, for a while, they both eat in contented silence, the pub’s buzz fading in the background as they enjoy each other’s presence and the feeling that they’re safe, and seen, and loved.
Later, there’s a clatter as Harry pushes his empty plate further up the bar and scans Ginny promptly before he says, “Alright, hear me out - one last try.”
“Okay,” she mumbles, bored, swishing her spoon in his direction. “Shoot.”
Harry clears his throat.
“Kiss me if I’m wrong, but Snape was so fond of me he tried to adopt me, right?”
Ginny’s forehead promptly connects with the bar top.
“That’s it,” she grunts, ginger hair pooling over her arms, spread over the black countertop, “we’re leaving. Check, please,” she raises her head to speak, voice heavy with distress.
“Women,” Harry pretends to roll his eyes, “nothing ever pleases them.”
Ginny sticks her tongue out in response. She then hops off and strides towards the loo, hair flicked over her shoulder.
Harry shakes his head, grinning; he rummages through his pocket, thumbs brushing over the hardwood of his wand, feels the cold metal of the coins piled in there. Five silver ones rattle along the counter and the barman nods his thanks.
A whiff of flowery scent floats near him, her lips suddenly close to his ear as she whispers, low, “You must be absolutely knackered, because you’ve been running through my mind all day.”
Harry dips his chin slowly, green eyes connecting with her mischief-laden brown ones, a wide, playful grin on her face. “Ginny Weasley, was that a pick-up line?” Harry whispers back.
“Sue me,” she winks.
“No way. I’m rather turned on, actually.”
“Good,” Ginny follows, evilly, her lips still close to Harry’s ear. “Bathroom? There’s a private space in the very last one.”
“Fuck yes,” Harry exhales, as though he’d just received a punch to the plexus, and lets her drag him after her.
#clare's hinny ficfest#hinny#harry x ginny#canon compliant#banter & flirting#conversations at the countertop#hinny being hinny and loving a challenge#itsblissfuloblivion writes#gryffindormischief#fightfortherightsofhouseelves
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everyone loves an outlaw [arvin russell x reader smut]
➽ pairing: mob!arvin russell x fem!reader(y/n)
➽ word count: 2.2k
➽ summary: arvin works for your dad and you have to keep your relationship a secret.
➽ warnings: NSFW/MDNI. smut, explicit language, age gap (reader is legal tho!), fingering (f!receiving), praise kink, breeding kink
➽ a/n: mob!arvin goes brrrr hehe
In small towns, there weren’t many ways out. A job was the usual way-- graduate high school and get a job out of town and leave Coal Creek in your dust. Sometimes, though, the job search was fruitless and many people, young and old, were left to rot in West Virginia. That seemed to be the case for Arvin Russell. We went to high school together, him being a senior when I was a freshman, and I remember my father going on about him. “Gonna get him when he graduates,” Daddy said. “Not lettin’ somethin’ like him get outta here.”
Legally speaking, my dad’s business was in bail bonds. We had family in Chicago that we worked for, and the line of work that my father did was less on the end of selling the bonds and more towards extracting the payments. Coal Creek had a few names for what my family did-- “mob”, “mafia” (which were technically two different things, but the people in Coal Creek had no hope of ever distinguishing the two)-- but we preferred to call it family.
And, God almighty, Arvin Russell was in need of family. When he graduated, he had a bright future ahead of him, but that flame was put out when his little sister died. Lenora was a year ahead of me, quiet and reserved and very bookish, and it took the entire town by surprise when we heard that she had died. Rumors flew around as to why; she was sick and didn’t want to burden her family with her illness was a popular one. When Lenora died, Arvin lost his way. Wayward young men looking for protection and acceptance was my dad’s type when it came to employment.
He had me do it. I usually was the one to go out and hire young men. Papa realized fairly quickly that men would do basically anything I asked of them, including signing themselves into our little family, so, one day in my senior year of high school, I went to the garage where Arvin Russell worked. He split his time between road construction and the garage and, when I met him properly, he had grease all over his hands. “Hi, Arv,” I said sweetly.
His pink mouth had quirked into a smile. “Hey, doll,” he said. “You’re Y/N? From high school, ain’t ya? Ya daddy’s got that bail bond thing goin’?”
“That’s me,” I said. “I, uh…” I had a script that I had to stick to. “I… I was just wonderin’ if ya wanted to get dinner sometime. Maybe go to a drive-in? That car you’ve got is pretty neat.”
“You like my car?” Arvin asked, and I giggled out a yes. “Ya sure it’s the car ya like, doll?”
“Not as much as the driver,” I said, biting my lip. ‘C’mon, Arv, this is takin’ a lot of courage to ask ya.”
Arvin sat up from the rolling creeper he was at and wiped his hands on the thighs of his pants. “You really wanna go out with me?” he asked. His voice was dripping with absolute sarcasm, but his honey-colored eyes held something more hopeful. I knew, right then, that we got him.
“Well, yeah,” I mumbled sheepishly, picking at a loose thread on my blouse. “I’ve kinda had my eye on you since… Forever, I guess. I-I just think you’re outta sight, Arvin.”
Arvin’s eyes glanced over me, still wearing my clothes from school, and he gave me a smile, much more sincere than ever before. “Sure thing, doll,” he said softly. “What d’ya say to Friday night?”
Friday night came, and it was quickly obvious that the movie would be forgotten. Instead of that, Arvin and I ended up in the backseat of his car, his hand up my shirt, making marks on my neck that my dad would be mad at. I never planned on fucking Arvin and, while I had no qualms about doing so, I stopped when his long fingers began to dance at my panties. “Arvie,” I panted, grabbing his wrist. “I ain’t ever done nothin’ like this before. I-I just--”
Arvin kissed me softly, his hand holding my cheek tenderly. “No sweat, doll,” he told me. “We’ll go as fast or slow as you want. I’m here for you.”
I was supposed to break it off with him after that, but I just couldn’t. There was a bit of truth to what I said when I asked him out initially, that I had my eye on him for a while. I had always thought that Arvin was pretty cute, and I enjoyed the time I had with him. We had to sneak around, though, because my dad would have cast both of us out if he knew. While I was supposed to fluff up their egos and convince them to join the business, I wasn’t supposed to fool around with the guys my dad hired. Arvin was different, though, in a way that I couldn’t put my finger on. He was kinder, a gentler soul than most, hidden behind a gruff exterior.
School was grueling, but the sight of the old Chevy waiting in the parking lot for me brought me comfort. Arvin stood near the door of the school, smoking a cigarette as he waited for me, and a smile passed his face when he saw me.
“Arvin, you know damn well that you aren’t supposed to be here right now,” I hissed quickly. “My daddy’ll kill you.”
“I reckon he’d have to catch me first,” Arvin chuckled. His smile promised illicit moments in the coming minutes, and he added, “It looks like it’s gonna rain and I was thinkin’ of offering you a ride. Wouldn’t want ya to walk and get all wet and melt.”
“Why would I melt?” I asked. “I ain’t no witch.”
“Nah, but you’re all made of sugar,” Arvin told me. “C’mon, babydoll. I know you want to. I might even buy you a milkshake if you’re good to me.”
“Good to you?” I laughed. “Right, ‘cause that’s my goal in life, Arv, is to please you. Fuck off.”
“Dolly’s got an attitude today,” Arvin drawled around his cigarette. His dark eyes were full of energy and promised nothing but fun, and the fact that he hadn’t given up his advances yet let me know that he saw right through my fake resistant measures. After all, he knew that I would give in no matter what, just as I always did. “Jesus, woman, you’re makin’ me work for it today, huh? This is fun for you, yeah?”
“Oh, so much fun,” I assured him. “I love makin’ ya dance, Arvie.”
“Shit, do I gotta get down on one knee?” Arvin laughed. “I was hoping that you’d be all graduated first but--”
I tugged Arvin close by his worn leather belt and I silenced him with a kiss to his cheek. My pink lipstick left a mark on his skin, and I said, “We can talk ‘bout that later. Thanks for the ride, loverboy.”
“Never a problem with you, doll,” Arvin told me.
As usual, we ended up parked at the river, with Arvin’s hand up my skirt. My hips bucked up into his hand as his skilled fingers found home inside me, and a soft whimper fell from my lips. “Vinny,” I whispered quickly; that name was reserved for moments like this. “O-Oh, fuck!”
“Such a good girl,” Arvin whispered in my ear, gently nipping at my earlobe. “S’fucking tight, doll. You really ain’t been lettin’ other guys fuck ya, huh?”
“I only want you, Vinny,” I said. “Nobody makes me feel the way you do.”
“Good girl,” Arvin told me, and my body went warm with the praise. Arvin had always been so good to me and I truly didn’t want anybody else. But I had always imagined getting out of Coal Creek, leaving my family behind and having a good and honest life. I wanted to get married; maybe to Arvin, but maybe to someone with no ties to my family. I was lovestruck, I’ll admit that much. I was so pathetically in love with Arvin that I had doodled his name during class, even going as far to put his last name with mine. Mrs. Y/N Russell was enticing. If Arvin were ever to propose, I would be compelled to say yes.
“Vinny,” I said, and I grabbed his strong arms. “I-I’m gettin’ close, baby.”
“You hold that shit in,” Arvin growled into my neck. “Want ya to come on my cock, babydoll.” His fingers fell from me quickly, and he made light work of undoing his belt and jeans. My thighs were quivering around his hips, and I sunk down onto his hard cock with a satisfied keenness in the back of my throat. Arvin’s moan in my ear was heavenly, and he mumbled, “Pussy’s so good, doll. Fuck.”
“Fuck!” I squealed as he snapped his hips up into me. “Vinny, I-I--”
Arvin’s mouth met mine in a greedy kiss, and I whimpered my way through a blissful orgasm. Arvin swallowed every single noise I made, his hands raking my blouse up to feel the skin of my back, and I felt myself shaking so hard in his grasp. “Good girl,” Arvin shushed me, kissing all over my face. “So good for me, babydoll. Gonna help me now?”
Even though my legs felt like liquid and my hips ached, I rolled my hips down onto him. Arvin quickly got rid of my shirt fully and tugged my bra up my chest to expose my tits, my nipples hard at the feeling of him. His mouth latched into my tit quickly, and I pushed his curls off of his forehead as I watched him suck on my tit. Arvin looked up at me through his dark eyelashes and gave my nipple a quick bite with his front teeth, and I yipped. “Vinny!” I cried.
“Aw, dolly,” Arvin cooed. “I only do it ‘cause I like the pretty little noises you make.”
I chuckled breathlessly, and, with his lips back on my nipple, Arvin winked at me. “Arv,” I sighed. “Your cock is literally inside me right now. You can knock it off with the flirting.”
“Can’t help it,” Arvin said, biting his bottom lip as he cupped his hands around my breasts. “Just an instinct.”
“It’s a good thing I like it,” I whispered, and I leaned down to kiss him. His breath was hot against my mouth, and I clutched his hair as he continued to fuck into me, and I finally pleaded, “Vinny, please come. Want you to come inside me, Arvin, please.”
Arvin took a fistful of my hair and tugged my head back to expose my neck, and he kissed all over the soft column of my throat as his thrusts became quick and sloppy. “Fuck,” he whispered and sucked a mark onto my neck, but I was too far gone to chastise him for it. Arvin huffed out a heavy breath then, and I felt him spilling himself inside of me, painting my walls with his hot cum. I gasped aloud at the feeling of it, and Arvin set a kiss to my lips to silence me. “Ya like that?” he whispered. “Like being fucked like this? My good girl, my best girl.”
“Christ, Vin,” I whispered with a giggle. “I love you, you fuckin’ square.”
“Hey, I’m not a square,” Arvin laughed. His arms were circled around me, holding me tightly, and his cock was still inside me as he laid his head on my chest and tried to catch his breath. “But I love you too, babydoll.” There was a quiet that blanketed the car then, the only sounds being our rasping breaths and the faint radio that we had left on before climbing into the backseat. Arvin was right; it had begun to rain.
“Think it’ll take?” I asked softly.
“What?” Arvin asked. His brown eyes were still blown out as he looked at me, and a smile split his face. “Oh, dolly. Is that why you wanted me to come inside ya?”
I shrugged sheepishly, and I hid myself in his neck. Arvin laughed and readjusted us so that he was laying on his back, making sure to stay inside of me all the while.
“You wanna have my babies?” Arvin chuckled. “Your daddy’ll kill us.”
“I jus’ wanna be yours, Arvie,” I told him. “Want everyone to know I’m yours.”
Arvin pulled my face from his neck and captured my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “No more hidin’?” he asked hopefully.
I shook my head, and Arvin smiled. “No more hiding,” I agreed.
Arvin gave a content sigh, and he kissed my mouth once more. “My pretty girl,” he whispered. “My pretty wife, maybe?” I nodded, and he laughed. “Shit, that sounds pretty nice. Having a pretty little wife to come home to, gettin’ all big with my baby… Jesus, I love the thought of that. But you ain’t even graduated yet, doll. Are ya sure…?”
“There’re girls who dropped out ‘cause they got married,” I told him. “I think the fact that I’m engaged and pregnant, and still manage to graduate won’t be a problem.”
Arvin kissed my forehead, and he whispered, “Just a few more minutes, baby. Wanna make sure, ya know. Then, I’ll get you that milkshake I promised.”
#arvin russell x reader#arvin russell#arvin russell x y/n#tdatt#the devil all the time#tom holland#arvin russell fanfiction#tom holland fanfiction#tom holland x reader#tom holland x y/n#tom holland fluff#tom holland angst#arvin russell fluff#arvin russell angst
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No More Dates
It was the summer of 1933, and Steve had just turned 15 years old. He is sitting in his kitchen with his ma, as she cooks. He's doodling on a scrap of paper when behind him he hears the door open; Bucky. Sarah never minded the brunette busting in without knocking. She sees him like another one of her kids and loves that her son has such a good friend.
Steve hears Bucky walk up behind him, feeling Bucky's strong arm wrap around his shoulder. Steve has to focus on not blushing. Ever since his friend has started down at the docks, his already handsome body has taken on harder lines and muscles. It was not helping Steve’s massive crush on him one bit.
He is broken out of his thoughts when the other boy starts to speak. "Good evening, Mrs. Rogers." He smiles at the blond woman at the stove. She smiles back and waves slightly.
He turns his attention to Steve. "Hey, Stevie. What'cha drawing?" Bucky looks down at the paper which Steve tries to hide. He isn't quick enough. Bucky sees. "This is good." Buck beams at the hastily sketched lips on the page. Luckily for Steve, he doesn't realize those are his lips.
"Uh, thanks Buck." Steve flashes a little smile back before turning the paper over, giving his full attention to the older boy.
"So listen Stevie, want to go out with me tonight?" Steve's hands suddenly get sweaty. What does Bucky mean, out tonight? With him, like a date. They can't do this, two guys. Bucky sees Steve’s panic stricken face. He asks "What's wrong? Please tell me you don’t have a shift at Mr. Green's do you?" Mr. Green owned a grocery store where Steve would bag at, one of the only places that would hire him. Bucky continues. "Please say you don't, I got us two pretty dames looking for a good time."
Oh. Steve thinks. Of course Bucky wasn’t talking about going out with him. Why would he? He got them a double date. He doesn't particularly want to go. Over the last few months, Bucky has gotten them all these double dates. But they all end up the same. Whatever poor girl who is his date, politely conducts herself but she always is more enthralled with Bucky. Oftentimes the girl only says yes to a date with him so her friend could get a date with the other man, since Bucky has made it clear that he won't go out with anyone if Steve can’t come.
But Steve would watch as the girls would whisper between themselves, teenage girls tending to not be discrete. He would see them giggle and bat their eyes at his friend, when the most he would get is an obligatory smile. He can't blame them though, he wasn’t much to look at, not like Bucky. Steve swore Bucky was the picture perfect man. To be honest, he catches himself staring at his friend too, jealousy often washing over him when he would see Bucky's hand wrapped around a girl's waist, pulling her close. He wishes Bucky could hold him like that; wanted to hold him like that back.
"No, I worked this morning. But Buck...you didn't need to get me a date. You go on and have fun. Plus I promised Ma I would help clean the oven tonight." He lies lamely.
Bucky frowns but nods his head. "Alright, Stevie…" He sounds disappointed.
Sarah, hearing the lie, shakes her head, careful not to embarrass her son while still not letting him off the hook. "It's alright, Steve. I got the oven. Just go have fun, tonight." Sarah doesn’t want her boy sitting at home. She knows that her son is a little...funny. And she knows she will always love her son no matter who he loves. But their church and society could be mean. She didn’t want her Steve facing that. She hopes that with these dates he can find a nice girl.
Bucky's face lights up. "Perfect! Thanks Mrs. Rogers!" He smiles at Steve and heads to the door. 'Be ready in an hour, okay?"
"Sure Buck…" Steve says unenthusiastically as the older boy leaves. He sighs before putting his head down in his arm on the table.
"Steve…" Sarah says softly. "It'll be fun. Maybe the girl will be nice."
Steve picks his head up slightly to look at his mom. "Ma, it always is the same. The poor girl who gets stuck with me has no interest. And why should she? Look at me."
She puts a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Baby, you're very handsome and any one would be lucky to be "stuck with you."
"You have to say that, you are my mom. I look like those yappy dogs with the big head and tiny body. I am nobody's type." He mopes.
"Steven Grant Rogers, you stop that right now. You are going on this date tonight and you are going to have fun." She says sternly.
Steve knows there is not a use in arguing with her so he just nods and resides himself to his fate.
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Sarah had pulled out Steve's dad's
old grey suit, insisting on dressing the boy well for his date. He felt ridiculous, everything slightly too big. He should be used to that, all of his clothes fit like that. He wore the jacket unbuttoned hoping it would be less obvious about how too big it was. His mother let him use some of the little colgne she had, stored away from her late husband. She said he was perfect. He knew otherwise.
He meets Bucky at the bottom of the steps of his tenement. Bucky, of course, looks flawless, hair slicked back, effortless handsome, with button down shirt rolled to his elbows. Steve thinks he is the most beautiful man he has ever seen. And then Bucky smiles. A smile Steve cherishes as it is just for him.
"Hey Stevie" he throws his arm around his shoulder, pulling him into a half hug. "You look great!"
Steve blushes. "You're lying but thanks, so do you, pal."
Bucky wants to argue. He wants to tell him he's wrong because Steve always looked great, always looked perfect to him but knows Steve won't back down. So, he just smiles sadly at his best friend. "What are we going to do with you, man?" He asks as they start walking.
Once they get their dates, they head to a dance hall. Bucky's date is a pretty blond girl with bright blue eyes, Margaret, and Steve's is a redhead with green eyes named Dora. Steve is polite and is surprisingly light on his feet. Dora looks like she is having a good enough time as Steve tries his best to small talk with her and enjoy this date.
But it's hard because it is obvious that they both want someone else. As they danced, Steve would watch out of the corner of his eye as Bucky would twirl and dip his date, then pull her oh so close. There felt like there was something pushing down on his chest, making it hard to breathe. He hated himself for hating that Bucky was holding someone else.
He tried his best to put on a happy face for his date, who had been nothing but sweet. But he noticed that she too was making eyes at someone else, a guy across the room right that she seemed to know, as he looked back equally as sweetly. Steve knew how it felt to want someone else, but unlike him, she had a chance.
He pulls her over to the table mid dance. "What is it?" She says softly.
"You're a very nice girl, Dora. You have been incredibly kind and I have had a good time. But I'm not the one you want to be here with, am I?" Steve asks nicely, careful not to sound accusatory.
She looks down before saying "Am I that obvious?
He laughs, showing her he is not mad. "Yea. Also... it looks like he wants to be with you as much as you want to be with him. So go and dance with him, have fun." Steve replies lightly.
She gives him a pretty smile before surprising him with a hug, which he returns. She whispers "Thank you Steve." She holds him there a little longer before whispering one more thing. "I know I'm not the only one of us sweet on someone else and for the record, I think he is sweet on you too." What Steve didn’t realize was that between his glances at Bucky, Bucky glanced back, an evening of missed gazes.
She pulls away and waves, without another word making her way to the other man. Steve is left dumbfounded, and terrified, and excited all at once.
Most importantly he knows he has to get out of there, a feeling a dread that he gave himself away as a fairy. He knows she won't tell anyone other than maybe her friend...but what if others do find out. Suddenly it is hard to breathe, as he rushes out the door.
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He ends up on the fire escape outside Bucky's room. The lights are out in the Barnes' residence,indicating that the family was asleep. He comes here a lot when he wants to escape. He guesses he is not that great at escaping since he always ends up at the same place. He sits with his arms wrapped around his knees, eyes shut.
What did she mean he was sweet on me too? How can she know that? How could, Bucky, the boy who has been chasing skirt like it was going out of style the last few months, be into him? They were just best friends, and he was just a hopeless fool who wanted to much. What if Bucky turned on him when he found out that Steve liked other fellas...liked him.
The last thought made him shiver, made him sick to his stomach, losing the one man that means more than him than the entire universe. A tear rolls down his face, before closing his eyes again. He is so focused on his thoughts, he doesn’t hear the window open behind him and someone step out. It isn't until he feels an arm wrap around his shoulder and pull him close that he realizes he isn't alone.
Bucky's voice is gentle as he whispers "Why'd you leave, Stevie?"
Steve’s breath hitches in his throat as he feels Bucky's strong arm holding him there. He forces himself to talk "I...i just wasn't having a good time, I just wanted to leave…thats all."
Bucky's voice gains a level of worry as he replies "You wouldn’t be sitting here if that was all. Please tell me what's wrong...I would of left with you, Steve. When I noticed you were gone, I left immediately and searched everywhere for you. Your ma said you didn’t come home, so I knew you would be here. Why didn’t you get me?"
Hearing the worry and sadness coat Bucky's voice makes Steve feel terrible, unable to look up at him as he answers "Because, Buck, I left because of you…" another silent tear falls.
"What..." Bucky sound confused, voice broken as he instinctively pulls away from Steve, scared whatever he did, he is making worse. "What did I do?"
Steve lets put an unamused laugh, silent tears falling more freely now as he looks at Bucky, who's face is distorted with guilt and confusion. Steve just wants to reach up and smooth out his features back to the beautiful care free ones that typically live on his face. "You...didn't do anything, I did. I'm whats wrong here, Buck."
Bucky is torn between wanting to pull Steve into a hug and never let go and not wanting to scare away his friend by touching him, so he fidgets with his hands in his lap. "Steve that's impossible...you couldn't have done anything wrong." He sounds sincere, like he thinks Steve is perfect.
"You---" a strangle sob manages to escape. "You think to highly of me. I don't deserve it. Buck, remember when we were in school, and the other boys would call me a fairy because we spent so much time together….and I look like this?" Steve feels bad, Bucky would always stand up for him, the other boys always backing down. They never backed down when Steve would stand up for himself, often getting his ass kicked.
"Yea, those guys are idiots, still are. I work with some of them down at the dock." Bucky says plainly.
"No...they aren't, because they were right." Steve sound sad.
"What?" Bucky says again, confused more than ever.
"I'm a fairy...a pansy….I like fellas like you are supposed to like dames, Buck. And I'm so sorry….so so sorry. I'm so afraid of anyone finding out. It'll break ma's heart….everyone at church will hate me...God hates me….everyone will hate me. I'm disgusting…" Steve is shaking now, sobs freely escaping between words. He hadn't meant to say all this but it slipped out.
Bucky, unable to not do anything, throws his arms around Steve, pulling his head to his chest, gently petting his hair. "Shhh...shhh….its okay Stevie, s'okay." He repeats for awhile before whispering "If you're disgusting, I'm disgusting." Steve gets really still in his arms, before tilting his head up to look at Bucky. "What?"
"I said, I'm "disgusting" too. I...uh like ladies, I do. I just like fellas too...especially...one fella in particular." He answers shyly.
Steve’s heart feels like it is on a roller coaster. In the same breath that he found out Bucky was also a queer...he finds out Bucky has eyes for a guy already. Jealousy wells up inside of him, this somehow hurting more than a dame. Being a glutton for punishment, Steve asks "Who?"
Bucky laughs, arms still around his oblivious friend. "You, punk."
Steve’s heart is literally going to beat right out his chest qnd fly away. In disbelief he asks "Then why did you drag me on all those dates?"
Bucky takes a deep breath, steadying himself. "I thought it was easier this way...hide how I was feeling and get to spend time with you, thought it was a win-win."
Steve clears his throat, pulling away so he can look Bucky in the eyes, Bucky’s arms still resting on his shoulders. "Not...not for me. I...hated seeing you holding other people...that weren't me. Do you know how many times I wished it was me in your arms, slow dancing. Because…I really love you. And I know people say that you can't know love at 15….but I do….love is whatever I feel when I'm with you and---"
Before he can finish, Bucky pulls him in for a soft, chaste kiss. Steve practically melts. This is is his first kiss, and its clumsy and sweet and everything he ever wanted.
When they break away, both boys smile like love sick puppies. Bucky smiles "I love you too, Stevie."
Steve smiles back "No more dates?"
"No more dates." Bucky agrees.
#pre serum steve#pre serum stucky#stucky#bucky barnes#steve rogers#steve x bucky#fanfic#fanfiction#steve x bucky fanfic
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i said i’d do it here it begins
wherein the swsh protag is autistic, and she carves out a path to the championship in a way uniquely her own
this one is in Leon’s pov
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"We met the new neighbors today! She has a little girl around Hop's age-- a sweet thing, if a bit quiet." Leon nods along to his mother's voice over the phone, absentmindedly kicking at the floor with the tip of his sneaker. He glances over at Sonia, who is valiantly attempting to organize her supplies while yamper darts around her, barking for whatever goodies she may have.
"I admit I was a bit worried Hop would overwhelm the poor dear, but once they both realized they love pokemon-- well, they've been nearly inseparable since." His mom chuckles fondly, and Leon smiles as a knot in his chest loosens. He had been worried for his little bro since he left, knowing how greatly Hop admired him and wanted to be at his side. His decision to start the league challenge had been a difficult one in regards to leaving his home, but Leon doesn't regret it one bit. He looks forward to visiting as Galar's champion and meeting Hop's new friend himself.
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Her name is Tanya, and Leon is quick to notice that she at no point utters a single word in the entire duration of his stay. He doesn't comment on it since nobody else finds it odd, and Hop sufficiently fills the silence between them with chatter, while the girl pleasantly follows along and simply gestures or makes a face when she has something to add. The kids both seem very happy, at any rate, so Leon couldn't ask for more.
Despite Tanya's quiet nature, Leon can easily tell she has a spark in her, an eager determination to learn and explore all things pokemon, just as great as himself and Hop and all the strongest trainers Leon’s ever met. He catches her doodling various pokemon in a notebook he later learns is full of similar drawings, with several pages dedicated to wooloo in particular (Leon then understands how she and Hop befriended each other so quickly). Tanya listens intently to everything he has to say about the league, about himself being champion, though it’s when he describes battling that he earns her total attention. He talks and talks and talks and she never bores, never loses her expression of open interest, and Leon is as much impressed as baffled someone so young could pay attention to one subject for so long. Eventually Hop calls her over to the telly to watch a live gym battle, and Tanya politely excuses herself with a tiny and quite frankly adorable bow, grabbing her notebook as she slides out of the dining room chair, moving to sit at Hop’s side for the next hour.
It's because of all this that he feels it's safe to introduce his charizard, and his faith is rewarded as Tanya beams, her eyes alight with excitement, before she all but scrambles over to the pokemon.
"This is charizard," Leon says with a grin, "and he's been my partner through thick and thin since I started out."
Charizard guffaws with a little show of flapping its wings, before lowering its head to greet Tanya. She grins in delight, holding the pokemon's broad head in her hands and petting its scales.
"Hullo, charizard!" She says, giggling when it nudges her face with its snout. Leon blinks and hears Hop gasp and shout from across the room.
"You talked!" He points at his friend, who remains thoroughly distracted by the charizard now playfully nosing her and messying her hair with huffs of hot breath. "You talked!" He repeats, tripping over himself in his rush to get to Tanya. "You've never said anything before!"
Ah...?
"I like charizard," she adds as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. Well, understandable. Charizard is pretty amazing.
Leon only now notices the adults in the room, their respective mothers, one with a hand over her mouth and tears visible in her eyes. His own mom rests a hand gently at her arm. Ah...
Hop continues bouncing around enthusiastically, eventually pulling Tanya into the fun. She doesn't say anything else for the rest of the night, or the next day or any day after, but Leon doesn't have much reason to focus on that. All he can think about is the way she approached his pokemon without an ounce of hesitation, a steadfast gleam in her eyes that he's only ever seen on his brother and in a mirror. And also the two-page spread drawing of a charizard that he caught a peek of while Tanya was hard at work making it.
He has a good feeling about these kids.
#a pilot episode i guess#i've just been wanting to write this particular scene for a million years#juke writes#pokemon swsh
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