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Draco: *flirts aggressively*
Harry: MARRY ME
#harry with long pretty hair is my new favorite harry#also thank mallstars for the white streak in his hair#just some pretty guys flirting via insults over a pint and probably falling in love because theyre obsessed with each other#drarry#drarry fanart#draco malfoy#harry james potter#i want to pet their hair and tell them theyre pretty#meanwhile their friends are screaming at them to JUST FUCK ALREADY GOD#boys in skirts#itsphantasmagoria
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I finally finished reading the fourth volume of svsss in full, and thing is--the first time through I only read the bingqiu content because I was ravenous for more of their happy ending.
Turns out that was a perilous mistake.
Because I started reading the airplane extras. And I swear to god. MXTX is trying to kill me
What do you MEAN demon lord Binghe was sitting on his big fucking throne. All stoic and forbidding. Surrounded by his demon generals who don't know shit about human courtship. Asking them what he should do, fully demoralized by constant rejections from sqq, only to have airplane tell him to act more pathetic and needy. Which is already hysterically funny and insane, UNTIL LBH'S RESPONSE IS THIS, KILLING ME INSTANTLY:
LUO BINGHE. WHY DOES HE SAY IT LIKE: "I already tried that, didn't work--nothing works :/ not mean, not maidenly, not housewife, not spicy, not capable disciple. Is doubling down on clingy really all it will take? What's a born hater with only one love in his life to do????"
The dichotomy of him sitting there like 'how can I reach the unfathomable depths of shizun's heart?' A HEART HE'S ALREADY WON OVER, MIND and then in the Holy Mausoleum solving the puzzle without blinking and being like 'oh yeah you just have to hit the acupoints, no sweat.' Literally the comedy writes itself I'm so--
How am I supposed to be normal about this. MXTX understands the juicy quintessential queer joy of a person with the world's power at their fingertips wishing only for love. Willing to do anything to earn that love, when unbeknownst to them it's already been freely given. Totally not screaming and yelling and clawing at the walls
And that's not even touching airplane's uproarious account of events. The way he's like 'lol what's next, lbh and sqq are best friends now? smfh' only to see lbh TACKLE SQQ LOVINGLY. FOR SQQ TO BE BASHFUL ABOUT IT BUT SO SO FOND OF THE LITTLE SCAMP. This when we've been experiencing sqq's constant inner monologue of 'I'm so cool and so dignified about my role, truly the epitome of propriety and poser-level fortitude.' Meanwhile, in their universe:
Airplane constantly flaming???? Sqq and lbh in his observations????? His absolute bewilderment and confusion????? Legendary. No notes every single second of this shit was hilarious.
Airplane's comment that sqq + older adolescent lbh traveling together was just watching a couple in their honeymoon phase. OR the fact that lbh is exceedingly petty and refuses to share their food in the wake of airplane's interruption of their time together, until sqq relents sheepishly and insists airplane eat what's left (ONLY AFTER PLACATING LBH WITH MORE FOOD FROM HIS PLATE, SOBBING)
Watching airplane salivate over Mobei-Jun and acting like that's totally normal behavior. Finding out mbj and airplane got together first. Finding out sqq encouraged airplane. LIKE THIS. WHILE HE IS STILL IN DENIAL ABOUT HIS OWN FEELINGS:
Mobei-jun clearly thinking their arrangement is a forever thing, heartbroken his human abandoned him with all the hapless fury of a scorned wife swept away by false promises of fidelity. Airplane writing demons to be the type to beat up their crush lovingly and still unable to connect the dots about mbj's feelings. Mbj letting him go and respecting his wishes, only relenting when there's indication airplane was poorly processing his own feelings and didn't actually want to leave. Mbj caring for him and listening to him as soon as airplane voices what he needs directly and with clarity. None of these gays are functional and it's everything to me
Unrelated, but I physically can't hold this information in anymore:
I'm still reeling from younger lbh having his sexual awakening from the image of sqq wrapped in the immortal binding cables. Condemn me as you like he was so, so real for that.
And no I will not be taking any comments about how luo bingge couldn't bear to see luo binghe cherished in ways he never got to have and all the haunting implications of that. I will also not be taking any comments about luo binghe's instinct to look for sqq in that alternate universe, only to be shaken to the very core to be unable to find his shizun anywhere. The unspeakable and latent horror of his relentless mind likely piecing together what happened, but unable to say it; to suspect what is true, and live with the harrowing confusion of his double's actions. To blame himself, to assume that he had let his anger get the better of him in that world and result in unspeakable folly...
I also refuse to talk about how heartrending it is to hear Tianlang-jun weakly say "In the end, I really can't bring myself to hate humans." The implication that the foolishness of that hope and bright-eyed fondness--the very thing that put him through such unspeakable agony--couldn't be beaten out of him entirely. To discover that his faith in Su Xiyan hadn't been misplaced, to the contrary: his beloved hadn't scorned him at all, but rather fought to the miserable end to protect the fruition of their genuine feelings of love when she couldn't protect tlj or herself.
How MXTX has sqq deliberately draw parallels between their situation and that of ygy+sj and tlj+sx; desperately wishing it might not be too late for them. The concept of breaking cycles of abuse and harm pervasive throughout the newly devised story, how it evolves for the better only when love takes the place of power, pride, and domination. How the moment sqq chooses vulnerability instead of saving face, the genre shifts to the so-called "cringe" girly genre where most if not every character is more fulfilled, more true to themselves. How the "male-oriented" former genre was aimlessly sensationalized and sexualized, how it was a sustained performance of aspirational toxic masculinity. How men objectify other men without end. All of the unspoken gendered implications that come with that.
Anyways. Going to go put my head in a sandbox and try to process everything I just witnessed because even a second reading is not enough to find a modicum of closure.
#svsss#bingqiu#moshang#i swear to god this series is just 'gay man who doesn't know shit inflicting his delusional reality on everyone else and inciting chaos'#and literally it's slapstick levels of hilarious every single time; mxtx never change#also i fully agree that we did not get NEARLY enough mobei-jun and sqh/airplane content#the amount of mental illness to mental illness communication going on there was astonishing#mobei-jun being afraid of his uncle and bringing sqh because that's the only person he trusts fully (WAILING NOISES)#sqh having a tantrum but running away because for the first time he was honest about his needs + his dissatisfaction with catering to other#how that reflects his narrative compulsions and how he felt forced to warp more creative story paths for the sake of survival as a writer#how sqq's restoration of much of his original intent--as well as mobei-jun's acceptance of his needs--helps airplane begin to heal#how his happiness begins; how just like sqq he wanders in such confusion and denial before he's forced to realize what truly matters to him#SHREK VOICE: STORIES HAVE. L A Y E R S#it feels like modern day shakespeare and when i say that i don't mean it in a hollow elevating sense i mean it more like#mxtx just hits that perfect balance of poignance but also hilarious concentric circles of botched communication and brainworms#okay but real talk for a minute? .........;-;#the way lbh constantly struggles with such a crushing feeling that he'll be abandoned over any little mishap/thing/problem#really hit me where it hurts??? if only because its so clearly an anxiety that stems from original goods' upbringing#the way it becomes even more heartrending when you think back to all the sect leaders clamoring that he should have been killed as an infan#that he should have been aborted as a fetus--insisting right in front of him that his birth was a mistake and a disgrace#over having demon blood in his veins. like my god that scene is so viscerally upsetting i struggle to read it#the way its so easy to see the demons as a manifestation of otherness in precipitated form#how both sqq and sqh are influenced by human rhetoric without evening meaning to--assuming the worst against their better judgment#how both sqq and sqh both struggle with their own otherness in different ways and only find solace when they begin to accept who they are#how their lovers (lbh and mbj respectively) both are willing to navigate those confusing waters with them#how both demons love them as they are--accept them as they are despite how difficult forgiveness of perceived betrayal is for them#ty mxtx for changing my brain chemistry#as i get older i have such a fondness for the messiness of thematic queer self-discovery and growth into self-acceptance#that and how youth can so easily be defined by perfectionistic self-harm and the violence of repression
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May I ask for new year’s eve Dreamling watching the ball drop because Hob celebrates every year, Morpheus isn’t the sort of person who cares at all, but Hob forces him to celebrate and wear the dumb paper glasses and stuff anyway
"Hob," Dream says, not for the first time, in a deeply pained tone. "I simply do not see why this rigmarole is necessary."
"It's necessary because I say it's necessary, you joyless git." Hob dulls the sting by leaning over to plant a kiss on Dream's cheek, adjust the 2024 cardboard glitter crown from Tesco that is perched atop the dread dark head of the immortal King of Dreams and Nightmares, and throw an arm over his shoulders -- all of which Dream suffers with the tense, bristled wariness of a cat suddenly subjected to excessive snuggling. "Plus, there's going to be a general election this year -- fucking finally -- and the Tories are going to get thrown out on their kleptocratic arses. Good as any reason to celebrate, if you ask me."
Morpheus mutters something under his breath that Hob can't understand but doesn't sound particularly complimentary, but for once in his eternal-ageless-stubborn-bastard life, decides not to press the point. He's already been horribly traumatized by enduring the New Year's Eve party and being forced to socialize with Hob's friends from around London and the South East and colleagues from Goldsmiths and all the other strays he's picked up over the years (indeed, very much like Dream himself). All right, socialize might be a stretch. More like lurking ominously with a single glass of prosecco and giving the other guests a fright when they come round the corner too fast, but at least he hasn't run screaming into the night or huffily evaporated into the Dreaming never to return, so Hob is going to optimistically count that as a success. Besides, it is tacitly agreed between the two of them that Hob's love language is cheerily bullying Morpheus into taking part in normal human courtship activities and Morpheus's concession is to act like this is the worst thing to ever happen to him in literally eighty billion years, but still grudgingly put up with it. Baby steps, Hob thinks, taking a swig of his own bubbly and looking back at the television. Baby steps.
It's already the New Year in Oz and the rest of Down Under, and five hours off yet in New York, where they're still greasing up the ball drop in Times Square, but it's just about time in London, the fireworks over the Thames are all set to go, and Hob and the ten other people in his flat (hardly an excessive number, not that you'd know it from Morpheus's face) lean forward in eagerness. The bloke on the BBC leads a countdown, it rolls over to 00:00:01 GMT, 1 January 2024, and everyone lets out a boozy cheer, raising glasses to salute each other and making more please-God-help-us jokes about the Tories. Hob, meanwhile, turns to Morpheus, who gazes expectantly back at him with those luminous, star-flecked eyes, and leans in to kiss him -- quickly, chastely, nothing to make the silly goose come over in his melodramatic conniptions all over again. "Happy new year, darling."
Dream huffs, but he does look slightly pleased. (It's a subtle art, reading his expressions, and to the untutored looks no different from "mildly constipated," but Hob still knows his Stranger well.) "Happy new year, Hob Gadling," he allows, after a long moment. "I still do not understand why you feel it necessary to celebrate all this. Have you not seen so many that it is no longer special?"
"See, that's exactly why." Hob should get up and refill the pigs-in-blankets tray, as there is evidently nothing that British academics love more and it has been descended on like starving vultures, but he doesn't feel like it, not yet. He grins at Morpheus instead, lowering his voice, not that there's much risk of anyone overhearing. "A bloke born all the way back in God's Year 1356, and I'm still here, ringing in the fucking year 2024? That's a bloody miracle, you ask me. And with you, no less? What else would I want in the whole world?"
Dream's expression melts a little, despite himself. A faint pink flush climbs into his elegant ice-sculpted cheeks, and he huffs. "You are quite the flatterer, Robert Gadling."
"Eh." Hob takes a more comfortable position, settles deeper into the couch cushions, and feels, with great vindication, Dream's head tip and lean and rest on his shoulder, snuggling closer entirely of his own volition. "You love it."
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Player has the Fierce Deity Mask part 2
This is extremely short, I'm not even joking. But i did this just cause I needed to get this scenario out of my head lol
Characters: Time, Twilight, mention of Legend, and [Name]
Warnings: None.
[Name] stared at the older man with the Fierce Deity mask clutched to their body as if he's going to snatch him away from them.
Which, judging by the way he's staring at them, and flickering his eyes back and forth from their face and to the mask; he seems to be one twitch away from snatching the mask from them with or without permission either way.
The other younger men who were catching their breaths behind him were looking at them too. One of them, who happens to look very similar to the Twilight Princess version of Link, stepped up next to the older one and gave [Name] a smile to try and comfort them, but there was a gleam of uncertainty in his eyes.
"Sorry for my friend here, but I do highly recommend handing over that mask you have, over to us." He says calmly, as [Name] picked up a southern accent from him. Yet that didn’t tear them from the obvious tense, and a bit of an agitated man next to him.
"What for? I don't see your name on him, and he's already in my hands so he's mine." They replied bluntly, still side eyeing the blonde next to him, and thank goodness they did since they saw his fingers twitch for a moment.
With zero hesitation from [Name]'s part they shoved the mask inside their shirt as they stared down the scarred man. Although they do not know how to fight, god damn can they scream.
A choked sound escaped from one of the other men in the group. Another blonde man (Jesus what's up with all these blonde hair and blue eyes bitches??) With a bit of pink fading from his hair.
The Hero of Legend cringed a bit when that happened. Although he doesn't understand why the Old man is protective of that mask, he knows that it's a priceless artifact. His collector itch in his brain immediately told him to also snatch it from this random person from the way they handled the mask.
Meanwhile Time couldn't look even more distraught at what [Name] did with the Fierce Deity Mask. All his reasoning went out the window and he took a step forward towards them.
"Back up or else I will scream so loud that it will catch the attention of whatever freaky things are in these woods!" Their body position themselves as if they're getting ready to leave with any wrong move. Similar to an animal getting cornered and baring its teeth to have some control of the situation.
Until they tense up for a bit before slowly relaxing and removing the mask from underneath their shirt. [Name] eyed Time wearily before looking back down at Fierce, "He says your name is Link?"
Silence.
A heavy atmosphere is between [Name] and Time until he finally speaks.
"What the fuck?"
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Excepts from the first three chapters of my jegulus coffee au fic that make me scream
Chapter 1 - Rise and Shine Love
“Meanwhile, as the clock neared 8:00 am James tried taking someone's order but stared at the person. They were gorgeous. Their eyes shone in the light from the windows, they held themselves with such grace it was captivating. You would think James was watching someone launch a rocket ship into space with the look on his face.” (James you’re very obvious)
“You’re fucking kidding, you’re James Potter?”
“Oh, so you know me?” James asks smiling even higher
“Of course I know you, my brother talks about you like you’re a god.” “
“James’ face tingled and he knew he may burn those who flew too close. But he was far too careless to even fathom Regulus being one of those people.
Although when Regulus sent that text he knew he may be flying too close, but not close enough. He had to try harder this time.”
Chapter 2 - Runners High (the song by MUNA)
“Oh, what would Regulus be wearing? Oh, screw it he would look good in anything what was he thinking?” (James babe…)
“oh but Sirius is going to look so good tonight. He sent me a photo of the outfit he’s wearing tonight and I nearly left work early. Sorry James…” (Remus honey we know you’re in love with him)
“Oh, Regulus looked good. So damn good. How was James going to get him? God James was screwed. He was reaching so far out of his comfort zone but god, he had to try didn’t he?”
“That stupid smile. God, how could he look so good? How is Sirius friends with all the hot people? First Remus and now James? He really needs to get out more and find his own hot people.” (Reg babe you have hot friends too)
“After all he had been heartbroken and what else does a heartbroken teenage boy do than write poetry and song lyrics?”
“I mean I wrote more than half of their songs, half of which are absolute hits. If you think I’m prideful, you’ve seen nothing.”
Chapter 3 - Sunlight (yes like the hozier song)
“That was until Regulus Black walked through those doors ready to wreck James from the inside out. His steps never faltered but boy did James’ heart. “
“His name rolled off James’ tongue as if he was toying with it.”
“Regulus finally looked at James and caught his eyes. They were glowing like sunlight. Like the light hit them perfectly and made them shine just enough so it never outshone the sun.”
“That nice ass smile James loved so much. “
“Did Regulus have a lover? Oh probably. He’s the prettiest person known to man, of course, someone already hit him up.”
“It was heavy in symbolism but James knew something was hiding even further than the between the lines. It was hiding in the depth of the lyrics where nobody except Regulus would understand. “
“James said his name like it was honey that just melted off his tongue.”
“Some people walk with a pep in their step but regulus? He walked with pure assertiveness. Despite the aura surrounding him, his eyes lit up the moment he looked at James. It was almost like he’d found sunlight after years in a dark cave. “
That’s it the fic is called The Secret to the Sun and the Stars (my username on ao3 is PH4N70M) have a great day :)
#jegulus#james potter#regulus black#wolfstar#sirius black#remus lupin#evan rosier#coffee shop au#marauders#harry potter
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Womanizer; 02
A/n; lemme know if you have feedback! It’s always welcome! So are Requests!
Plot; Everyone who knew who Tom Kaulitz was knew that he was girl crazy, he's very well known for having girls around him all the time.
Pairing; Tom Kaulitz x fem reader.
Previous chapter -> next chapter.
Master list
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"Meeting you was the best and the wordt thing that could've happened to me."
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An official award show... how did we come here so fast? And are we really that good that we deserve to be here?
"Y/n?" The voice of my stylist brought me out of my gaze, "Yes? I'm sorry Anne, my head is just running over hours at the moment again." Anne smiled at me.
"You've nothing to worry about Y/n, you guys are gonna be fine." She spoke as she grabbed two hangers from behind her.
"Which one you like?" She asked holding the two outfits up for me. "Ah it's so hard." I laughed gently taking a hold of the jumpsuit.
"Just choice what you would feel most comfortable in." Anne smiled at me, waiting patiently for me to pick one out.
"Uh this one." I said pointing at the outfit, I think it would look amazing! After a while of chatting, putting the outfit on and getting my make up done I was all done.
Anne gave me a hand mirror to show the look to me and I've never felt more beautiful then at this moment. "Oh my, Anne... you're like a stylist god!" I squeak making her laugh.
"Thank you, now go on! You've got a award to win!" She spoke grabbing my hand to help me up from the chair. I quickly gave her a hug and ran to the break room to find my band members.
"Ah there you are!" Ben said standing up from the couch they were all sitting on, we were all dressed in a red theme to match ANTI our album and I have to say we looked amazing.
I felt a pair of eyes on me, I looked around the room to find Adam looking at me. He had a small smile on his face as he looked me up and down..
EXCUSE ME?
"Having fun staring, Adam?" Ben asked only to be hit by the leader, "Just admiring my best friend." He said. The tiniest bit of red formed on his cheeks as he too, stood up from the couch.
He held out his arm for me to take as I grabbed a hold of it with a small smile.
"Let's get that award!" Clair screamed while running to the door.
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"Yo are we being blind or as there no where for us to sit?" Ben asked confused as he looked over the name cards on the tables.
"You can't be serious..." Adam said annoyed, he pulled his arm away from my grip stepping to the side to look around the hall to find staff, "I'll go ask, in the meanwhile, Y/n go and look on already seated tables." I nodded and watched as the black haired boy walked off annoyed.
"This isn't good for his ego." Ben joked as Clair hit him, she pulled him by his sleeve to keep looking while I went my own way.
I looked at table after table but couldn't find XO, did we really not get a table? Suddenly I bumped into someone making me yelp. "Fuck I'm sorry are you ok?" A familiar voice spoke, I looked up to see Bill Kaulitz from Tokio hotel-
"Oh, Y/n!" My eyes widened as he said my name, he knows who I am?? Am I dreaming again?
"It's ok I'm not going to bite you! I was looking around for you guys." Bill said smiling at me, "Oh really?" I asked trying to sound as confident as I could.
"Yeah, I think they put our bands together on a table... wheres the rest?" He asked, I felt my heart speed up as he looked at me with his brown eyes.
He looked so good.
I quickly realized I was staring at the poor boy and turned around to look around the hall.
"I think I see them." He said, he moved closer to me, his front against my back gently pressing against me. His breath hit the back of my neck as he grabbed my shoulders gently. His black painted nails gently squeezed my shoulders and he turned me a bit to the left.
"There they are." He whispered in my ear, his lips gently brushed over the side of my ear making my breath hitch.
"O-oh yeah!" I spoke, he lets me go which I'm thankful for because if he kept going I might have fainted on him.
"I'll go get them!" I quickly said speed walking over to Ben and Clair, "We got placed at the same table as Tokio Hotel-" before I could finish my sentence Clair started laughing.
"Oh this is gonna be fun. Ben text Adam that we found our table."
Fuck me.
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Shoko, shifting in her chair during a session: Honestly, I don’t know how those two manage it. I can sit here and talk about my own problems like I’m fine but I’ve never seen two people more resilient.
Therapist: You really admire that about them, don’t you?
Shoko: Yeah. I think I do.
Meanwhile… elsewhere…
Satoru, screaming: It’s not always about you, y’know?! Not everything is about you! You’re not the only person in the world with problems, Suguru! You’re being ridiculous!
Suguru, screaming back: I know! I know it’s not about me because it never is! It’s never about me!
Satoru: How isn’t it?!
Suguru: How is it?
“They’re my best friends, more than that, we’re like family.” Her therapist hummed in response, nodding her head. Shoko was the only one of the trio that got therapy, which was as stupid as it sounded but it helped her to help them though it ran the risk of her missing something important and this was one of those times.
“You’re being ridiculous.”
“I’m being logical.”
“no, you’re just being a prick! Everything’s always me, me, me with you Suguru!” At that comment, Suguru scoffed. “How ironic.”
“Oh shut the fuck up, you act like a child!” At some point Suguru hadn’t answered and Satoru had thrown a punch, landing a blow on the other teen whose nose bloodied at the hit, this was when it started getting physical. Gojo was dragged in by his collar, giving him the ability to land more hits on already injured parts of Suguru, like his chest which he’d hurt last mission and Shoko hadn’t had time to heal. Geto was pulled by his hair and thrown into a wall, giving Satoru time to put his infinity up so Suguru couldn’t hit him again and from there it returned to verbal. “What the fuck was that for?!” At this point the only defining features between the voices was that you could tell which one thought he was the better of the two. “You’re the one who punched me!” And this had been where Satoru began his irony filled speech. “God- it’s not always about you! How many times do I have to tell you other people have problems too! It’s not always about you, Suguru!” Somehow he’d gotten his facts dead wrong in the sense that it was never him telling Geto that and in fact the other way around. “You don’t think I’ve noticed!? I know it’s not about me! I know because it never is about me!” This argument continued of a back and forth between the two on how Suguru was being childish and Satoru wasn’t, when the reality was both parties were being equally as ridiculous but no matter how you looked at it, Geto was in the right. “How isn’t it about you then? Huh?!” He had to stifle a laugh at the question when it escaped his friends lips. How on earth was it ever about Suguru? Satoru always had his head too far up his own ass to see when he was struggling. “Let me reverse the question, Satoru. How is it about me?” The room fell silent, stark silent. He opened his mouth in pointless attempts to provide recent times when Suguru had made something about himself but the only occasions he could think of were when they weren’t the greatest of friends or after long missions, none of which were recent enough to be relevant to the argument. He’d never been one to admit he was wrong but this was a sort of ‘oh shit, I fucked up’ kind of wrong, so either he admit it now and apologise or he turn on his heel and storm off like a child to avoid admitting it.
But this is Gojo Satoru, it’s obvious what answer he chose as he turned on his heel, flipped his best friend off and with a loud declaration of; “Fuck you!” he was gone.
#incorrect quotes#incorrect hidden inventory quotes#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#shoko ieiri#gojo satoru#geto suguru#jjk shoko#jjk gojo#jjk geto#jjk angst#fic
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At this point, the creators are just trying to see, how far they can take the angst until we all turn to dust-
The fact that Lunar actively doesn't want to feel, because they see themself a danger to everyone is making me become a feral dog-
Earth, oh for God's sake, she just keeps breaking me-
The way she talked about Solar😭
He was her best friend, and her support system!
He was the person, who always knew what to do, who always spent time with her, and now he's gone…
THEY LITERALLY WANTED TO KNIT LITTLE ANIMALS THE DAY HE DIED-
I am perishing-
It's very interesting to note, how different they all cope though!
Earth, though heartbroken, is actively grieving in a healthy manner, or at least trying to!
Meanwhile, her brothers are very much not coping-
Lunar is numb, Moon is overworking himself, and Sun honestly doesn't seem to know what to do!
None of them are quite able to process, it seems.
Eclipse's section was so fascinating as well!
He seems so genuinely confused about Earth's words, about her lack of wanting to hurt Ruin!
He was so quiet when he listened to her, pretty much soaking in her words!
For the first time, he actually seems to see her, see a perspective beyond his own-
Not to forget her sympathy.
Because yes, Eclipse's life was fucking tragic, and still is, his wrong doings don't change that!
If this continues the way I think it might, then to be honest, it'll almost be better if Solar didn't return-
Don't get me wrong, I love the guy with all my heart, however, his death is a lot more…meaningful?
It's different from the rest.
In the past, there has been a consistent case of quiet mourning, and not just for the dead.
For example, Lunar's grief for what he could've had with Eclipse, which caused him to be sent to Solar's dimension in the first place!
It's a very consistent thing that still lives on, even without actively talking about it!
Other death's were quietly wept for in the past.
When Eclipse died, no one was shown to grieve him, though Lunar likely did quietly.
Again, that was probably partly why Moon sent Lunar to Solar's dimension!
Bloodmoon too, was quietly mourned for, though it was only mentioned briefly!
For one, with KC, and in a video, Lunar went to Solar's dimension and they watched baby photo fanart together!
Somewhere, Lunar mentioned Bloodmoon's death, and Solar stopped the recording for a while!
After that, it wasn't talked about anymore.
Lunar's death itself was rather different, as it was clear from the beginning, that he was alive, though it didn't change the weight of it!
It was shown in the way Sun would get quieter when he was mentioned.
Though it was never actively talked about, the weight was there.
Old Moon is a whole issue in and of itself.
It was obvious, just how much Sun wept for him, but that too was done quietly, often avoiding the topic all together!
Likely feeling like he couldn't mourn at all, because it'll be unfair towards new moon.
It was a constant weight at the back of his mind.
There was KC as well.
Moon made it clear, how angry and upset he was, but it was never quite elaborated on, likely hanging over him quietly.
My point is, that all their grief was something quiet that stayed in the background, pushing itself to the front every once in a while.
No one ever took the time to grieve properly before, to sit down and weep, to scream at the sky.
There was always too much happening!
Deaths were never the focus!
This time though, it's different!
Solar's death is a constant cloud hanging over them, never leaving them alone.
It feels more meaningful, y'know?
It's in the forefront now, it's complete center stage!
It will likely also cause quite a bit of character development, seeing with Eclipse already.
Not to forget, seeing as it's something hanging over them, we'll likely see our main characters going through all the process of grief, and slowly learn to live with it, to move forward.
At least that's where I think it might be going-
Which, if that's the case, would feel meaningless if Solar returns.
Then again, if he does come back, I WILL cry tears of joy, so-
-Stardust
LITERALLYYYYY AUAGHHHH.!!!!
Genuinely any sort of "we were supposed to do xyz" when a character died fucks me up SO BAD. They had plans. They had hopes. They assumed they'd both be alive by then ☹️☹️☹️
AND YEA THEY'RE ALL HANDLING IT SO DIFFERENTLY ITS AUGHHH. Genuinely yea Earth (and maybe Sun?) seem to be the only ones grieving in a healthy way and it's so heartbreaking to watch all around. AND ECLIPSE. ECLIPSE..... YEAH HIS MEETING WITH EARTH WAS WILDLY FASCINATING TO ME. Even Earth herself noted that Eclipse didn't insult her, just kinda questioned and then left.
AND EVERYTHING YOU SAID ABOUT DEATH IN TSAMS YESYESYES!!!!!!!! Genuinely me n my qpp were talking about something SO similar the other day, how no other characters had this level of grief from the characters and the videos!! There's always the obligatory "so-and-so is DEAD?! in vrchat" video but there was never a "missing Lunar" or "grieving the old Moon" video!! Like you said, it was always this quiet grief that seeped between the cracks and gunked up their ability to fully think or feel, but everyone was always so busy with Everything Else.
Now, we're at a point where most of the danger is dealt with or not a very immediate threat. Stitchwraith and Bloodmoon are more Foxy and Monty's problem, the Creator isn't targeting Sun and Moon (as far as we're aware, at least), and Eclipse is sort of... docile right now. The celestial family has time to grieve and they have every right to grieve because we really don't know if Solar is coming back.
I get you so hard btw I am genuinely so torn on whether I want Solar back or not for realzies ahsiahdj 😭😭😭
#asks#anon#stardust anon#SORRY ALSO BTW!!!!!#/NO ONE GRIEVED SOLAR FLARE/#THATS SOMETHING THAT LITERALLY MAKES ME EMOTIONAL STILL TO THIS DAY#everyone else was grieved by at Least one person#but solar flare had their identity and free will stripped away before they ever had a chance to find anyone willing to grieve them#they died in silence and it was IN VAIN :((((#ahem. anyways. POINT IS. death in tsams has never been like this and its fucking me UP#sun and moon show#the sun and moon show#tsams#lunar and earth show#the lunar and earth show#tlaes#long post
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I might be playing a in pathfinder game that my friend is going to GM in like half a year. But because i have no self control I’ve already fully planned out a character and written a multipage backstory and fic about her.
So umm… enjoy?
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Something felt not right about all of it… it was a bad idea. We should’ve just left her well alone.
“Alright, nice and easy.” Brog said as he approached the strange woman. “You’re that girl what’s on all them wanted posters ain’tcha?”
He had his scattergun leveled on her. Birdie was just coming out the bushes with her carbine off to the side. And I had my pistol pointed at her on the other side.
It was supposed to be an easy ambush, we’d heard that she’d come through a small town a few days ago and thought we’d get the drop on her. Lone woman, big price on her head, easy money. But looking at her now… I wasn’t so sure.
She let go of the pack hanging from the strap on her shoulder causing it to slide to the ground with a small thud. “Y’all b-b-best find someone else t-t-to rob,” she said with a noticeable stutter. She pulled her duster back past her hips, revealing the ornate looking pistol just to one side of her belt buckle. She didn’t look like much, just some dusty boots, worn road clothes, and a hat pulled low. Something about her eyes though gave me a sick feeling in my stomach. Those sharp green eyes.
“Ah ah ah, easy now girlie,” Brog said, pulling the hammer back on his gun. “Let’s not get any funny ideas about reachin’ for that fancy piece you got there.” He took another few steps forward. “In fact I’m gonna go ahead and take it off ya.”
“Thhhhis is the last warning you’re gonna g-g-get,” she said. Despite the stutter there was a surety in her voice. Those dangerous eyes glanced around quickly, sizing the three of us up.
Brog laughed as he neared her, “look at you, tryna act tough meanwhile yous stammerin and shakin like a leaf.”
“Thhhhat’s your first mistake,” she said. “Thinking my st-stutter has anything to do with fear.”
“S’at right?” Brog sneered. “Hands behind your back.” He took one final step towards her. She wasn’t a small person but with him being an orc he still towered over her. “And what’s my second mistake?”
She put her hands behind her as she glared up at him high enough for the sun to hit those fierce green eyes. “You’re easily dist-stracted,” she said calmly.
Brog looked down at her with annoyance, “I’ll be takin that gun now,” he said as he reached for the pistol in her holster.
He’d no sooner laid a finger on it before her whole demeanor seemed to shift from stern glaring to simple confusion. “Oh thhhhat gun,” she said brightly. I blinked for just a second and suddenly she had a second pistol drawn from behind her back, pressed up under Brog’s jaw. “I thhhought you meant this one.”
“What the-“ was all he got out before she pulled the trigger and Brog’s head snapped backwards, a mass of blood and one of his tusks went flying out.
“What the fuck!?” Shouted Birdie as she started cycling her carbine as fast as it would fire.
Unfortunately for Birdie the woman stepped past Brog’s falling body, using it as a shield to catch all of the incoming carbine bullets. His body hit the ground as Birdie’s gun clanged empty. The woman fired her pistol again and Birdie collapsed backwards into the bushes.
I raised my gun to defend myself from the terrible mistake we’d all made but as my gaze traveled from Birdie’s final resting place back to the woman I saw her already aiming at me. She fired and my hand was relieved of my gun as well as more than one finger. “Fuck!” I screamed in pain as I fell to my knees. Clutching my remaining fingers I wanted to beg for mercy but I was frozen in fear as she picked up her bag and stepped towards me.
She holstered her gun and pulled a cigar from inside her coat pocket, tucking it between her lips. The whole time she stalked towards me I silently prayed to every god I could think of to spare me. Those terrifying green eyes bore into my soul, as if I was facing judgment for all my sins here and now.
As she came to a stop before me I looked up into the face that would surely be my demise. She held up her hand and snapped her fingers together and to my sheer terror a small flicker of flame appeared on her fingertips. I truly believe that if I had been capable of doing anything other than staring in horror I might have soiled myself in that moment.
She held the small bit of fire up to the cigar and puffed on it once, twice. Closing her eyes and seeming to savor the smoke, before she shook her hand and the flame went out. She opened her eyes and stared into my soul once more before plucking the cigar from her mouth and speaking, “you shhhould get b-better friends,” she said before turning and walking past me down the road.
I watched her walk, unmoving, for I don’t know how long. Long after she’d left my sight for sure. I looked back towards my former associates, Brog’s body soaking the dirt of the road a deep red. Birdie’s feet sticking out of the bushes. I looked back down the road. Never would I forget those eyes.
#pathfinder 2e#dnd oc#orignal character#she’s a gunslinger with just a dash of druid for some flare#she’s converted from a 5e character idea I had#dnd5e#my wrtitng#yes she has a stutter#i also have a stutter
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okay i’m being a lil hyper today and i CANNOT get the idea of an island empress reader having Luffy wrapped around her finger, plus the island itself UGH i’ve already though of it all guys. pls encourage me to talk more cause i have a 4 page goodbye doc for this fucking reader.
kay so basically my entire thought is empress reader on a very distant yet powerful island, like she’s friends with everyone and her island has a neutrality agreement bc of this, meaning marines and pirates have to be chill and natural around each other or smth
anyways- some day the Strawhats are just sailing around when Nami starts freaking tf out abt ‘THIS FUCKING ISLAND I FUCKING FOUND HER YES FUCK’ and literally screaming to find their big ass transponder snail meanwhile everyone else is just shocked she’s genuinely tweaking
come to find out Nami n her family (might be agaisnt cannon but fuck off) we’re regulars of reader’s island back when they were both lil girls and they bonded so hard that they still write each other and Nami has slowly been nudging the crew to get closer n closer to her island just so she can geek out with her childhood bestie
so they all are like ‘lmao okay that’s chill’ and park it and Nami just takes off. i’m talkin they turn around and she’s bolting toward the massive ass golden castle or smth, and they just kinda chill while the islanders greet them and start slowly (normally) taking them to the castle. they’re like weirdly neutral abt Nami screaming like a banshee, mainly cause the older islanders remember her and know it’s a lot for her
so they literally barely make it to the first step of the entrance before two shrill screams ring out and Nami comes out dragging this gorgeous, young ass empress out, covered head to toe in jewels and charms, even her hair is filled with crystals tied to her braids and spirals of gold and silver are strategically placed everywhere. she’s got obviously tribal tattoos and symbols decorating her entire body, her thick form’s dressed in the more beautiful silk robes and she’s got the brightest smile as she openly sobs int Nami’s arms
and Luffy, for the first time in his life, is completely shellshocked from her, just like ‘:0’ and STARING at the empress while she tries to compose herself
Obviously she’s aware of who they are, shooting them all pleasantries and looking down at Luffy (mf is like 5’6 im sorry i’m 5’11 I LOVE SHORT LUFFYSS KAKDKSKQ) and giving him just the sweetest smile and soft lil ‘hello Captain’ and oh god he’s literally shaking his hands are sweaty what-
then Usopp’s just like ‘HAH srry he’s never seen such a pretty lady before’ and they’re all giggling at his absolutely stary-eyed face as he’s just dead silent, heart racing in front of this goddess.
#y’all i am sad to say it but#i might expand on this later#i also love the idea of her being the softest sweetest thing#and her bff (aside from nami) being like fucking Kidd AHAHAHAHA#‘guys this is my most specialist buddy :)’#‘sup you fucking LOSERS’#AHAHAHA#and all the left pirates and marines dote on her like a gaggle of grandpas#Croc always brings her like a whole chest of jewelry and wine when he comes to visit#SORRY i love soft croc#i’m too ooc wit one piece omfg#one more promise#i love the idea of Ace having adored reader so she has a little shrine to him#on a mountain that Luffy sees and he’s just like ‘aww :(‘ but he falls even harder knowing his brother adored reader#AAAAHHHHH#Law also visits and deals with her painting on his face and adding hair charms to him#deffo falls asleep to her playing with his hair#OH OKAY LAD THING#i’m picturing a mix of brazilian/marti gras/hawaiian lifestyle#like idfk how to explain it#Rio soundtrack vibes idfk#yeah#yeah that fits.#[‘v33nxs’ updated her blog!]#okay i’m done fuck off now pls
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Being Franks Daughter in Hawkins pt 18
Gif Caption: Top Gif: Jack Russell from Marvel's Werewolf by Night. Bottom Gif: Steve Harrington from Netflix's Stranger Things
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Reader: female | 18-19
A/n's: okay this one turned out good. I think atleast I hope you think the same
Warnings: violence, reader gets shot, mentions of drugs (bc Robin and steve got drugged that one episode),stuffs about to get real
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"Okay okay wait." Y/n told Robin, "you wanna, not only stay in here overnight, but you also want to put this...child-"
"What's with the pause!?"
"I've seen many things, and a child does not manipulate two grown adults that easy!" Y/n argued. "So you wanna put this child in danger-"
"This child has a name!-"
Y/n sighed, "And what is it?"
"Wouldn't you like to know."
"You little-"
"okay! Okay!" Dustin stopped the two.
You were officially in crazy town, cookoo land, family chasing you, lost from Loki, Peter, and the others, your friends wanting to fight Russians, and you mean while are having the biggest mental breakdown of your life.
You just wanna scream.
But you get roped into their shenanigans either way.
So, you with them wait for nightfall, you staying with Erica to help and get her into the vent in the first place.
Afterward, you look for anything that could be a weapon, a knife hopefully, but it is an ice cream shop, and find nothing useful.
You're soon to join the trio on the roof.
"God I wish that magic dumbass the Corinthian was here," Y/n argued.
"Who?" Dustin asked.
"The Corinthian, he casually threatened me and Steve for ice cream," Y/n argued.
"What?" Steve asked.
"The white-haired dude? Wore glasses?"
"Y/n you were knocked out the whole time in the back almost, I don't know who you're talking about I tried to wake you up, you had a bad bloody nose, then Robin came in and you were up like nothing."
"The conversation about Nancy?" Y/n asked, he shrugged at her confused.
"Not with me, Last actual conversation we had was how Venom showed up at your house-"
"Venoms here!?" Dustin asked happily.
"Guys!" Robin argued, "Kinda, busy here!"
"Sorry." The three apologized.
You all were quiet, waiting from any word back from Erica.
Soon she was walking out unharmed, causing Steve to sigh in relief,
"Asshole child!"
"Punisher Wannabee!"
Fuck she got you with that one.
You all were quick to make it off the roof, you sliding down by the pipe on the side of the building and the others taking the stairs like normies
When you all made it in it was just a whole bunch of Chinese food boxes.
"Well shit, time to deal with a bigger problem," Y/n spoke.
"Wait! we gotta open one." Dustin protested, Steve, took out a pocket knife.
"Fine," Y/n spoke, holding her hand out for the knife, "I'll open it, remember Hydra fighter?"
"Let the Punisher Wannabe open it-"
"How bout you open it, Sinclair?"
"I'm a child hell no."
Y/n rolled her eyes, Steve looked at her, "Come on,"
He gave it to her, and she opened it without a care in the world, "Fuck come on..."
Turns out? Russians are in Hawkins, yay.
You opened the container, to find smaller ones inside.
"Woah, step back," Steve told the group, Robin and Erica were quick to take a step back.
"You too dude," Steve told Dustin.
"What!? no!"
"Come on-"
"no-"
"Yep, that's Hydra alright..." Y/n spoke already and had pulled a container out of the box, the signature symbol plastered on the underside of the bottle, "Bastards...Gotta say though, they're losing their shit on the packaging, come on man, step it up."
"Y/n!"
"What!? I'm being honest!" Y/n argued, "At least Stark has better packaging!"
"Tony Stark!?" Dustin asked.
"Yeah, Tony Stark-"
The room suddenly rattled.
"We're fucked." Y/n spoke up.
"What? Dustin, open the door." Steve ordered as Dustin turned to press the button.
"It's not working."
"What do you mean it's not-"
Meanwhile, Y/n was taking a seat in a free corner where no boxes sat the group started to argue.
"Just press the button!" Steve argued pressing a button causing a large door to close.
"We're in an elevator!" Y/n called, "And we're going down!"
It was indeed you all were going down, you sat on the floor already knowing something like this would happen, come on its hydra.
So while everyone was screaming their heads off, you were just waiting for it to stop.
It was a hard and sudden stop and even made you slip from your seat a little.
"Okay. Hydra you got my respect back." Y/n sighed standing up, "kinda atleast."
She went to help Robin and Dustin up, seeing Steve was barried under boxes, helping them off him and him up he brushed himself off.
"Thanks-"
You were already walking away to help the next person to there feet
And they're arguing again while your clipping the canister to your belt.
"I dont care about Tina! Or Uncle Jacks Party!-"
"Move-"
"What-"
"Move!"
Y/n pushed Steve out the way and climbed up on the table, she had found and opening in the ceiling of the elevator.
"Anyone comin?" She called out getting to the top.
"I am." Dustin spoke following her as she held an arm out for him, he grabbing it as she lifted him up with ease, "woah-"
She stood up, looking up.
"Anything up there?" Steve asked.
"Nope." Dustin spoke.
"Lots and lots of climbing..." y/n sighed, "and Im sure I couldnt even climb that...fuck..."
She took a seat with a sigh, watching Dustin start to pace for an idea.
"My walkie!" He beemed, taking it from his bag and bringing it up.
For the next, god knows how long he tried working at it, calling for help as Y/n sat against the wall ontop the elevator.
"Dustin. Please." Y/n spoke rubbing her head, "its not gonna work."
"What happened to you?" He argued.
"What?" Y/n asked confused at his anger.
"You! You use to be so! Lets save the world-"
"Dustin! This isnt the world to me!" Y/n defended, "this is day to day life!"
He looked at her with a given up look: "look...come here."
He sat besides her, "Im going crazy." Y/n told him.
"Your fighting russians and demodogs-"
"No. No." Y/n responded.
"Im going truly crazy." Y/n responded, "something. Something in my head...Im seeing things that arent there. Im mistakening dreams with reality-"
"You're getting a super power!?" Dustin asked.
Y/n sighing, "yeah. Maybe thats it."
"Thats a good thing!" Dustin cheered, "look at the stuff you do now! Imagine after super powers!"
"Super Powers? Some one blasting us out of here?" Steve spoke climbing up.
"Im better off stuck down here then up there at this point." Y/n responded, "Its almost day and Im still completely unknown of whats happening to my friends..."
"What happens if the Russians-"
"Dustin. I. Its not Russians." Y/n told Steve walking to the corner of the elevator, "trust me-"
"What are you doing?" Dustin asked Steve.
"What do you think Im doing Im taking a leak." Steve spoke undoing his pants turning his head to see the two looking.
"Well!? Look away! Look away!"
"Jesus! Okay! Okay!" Dustin told turning around.
"Nothing I havent seen before." Y/n shrugged.
"Ew!" Dustin gagged as Y/n looked towards Dustin.
"I thought you two werent a thing anymore!" He argued.
"We're not." Y/n told, "I cant handle love."
"I am right here." Steve argued.
"Good. Wont have to repeat myself later when we have a moment." Y/n defended as Steve put himself back together.
"Hey!" Robin called head popping up, "we got company!"
Y/n looked at the two boys, "Come on! Get up here!"
Y/n quickly helped the two girls up, just in time too as the door slid open.
You were all quiet, hearing people moving in the bottom.
"Hydra?" Dusti whispered as Y/n brought a finger to her lips, listening to the conversation
By the sound of it they were just workers. But knowing Hydra they were most likely armed with pistols and it'd be hard keeping four bodies from bullets
So the best option was to wait for the right momment.
It was Steve's quick thinking that got you out the elevator to begin with, using the hydra container to stop the door from closing as everyone quickly slid through the crack.
You pulling Steve by his feet before he could get crushed to death.
Now you had a shit ton of walking to do.
Like a shit load.
You stayed infront of the group, armed at the ready with Steve's small pocket knife.
"Would you look at you."
"You're back."
"It is your head."
Y/n looked towards the side, the man dressed prestine and clean.
"Your outfit sucks by the way."
"Yeah. Not really into the pretty boy style either." Y/n told the Corinthian, "Why are you here?"
"Why are you here?" He asked, "after all you figured me out a hell of a lot quicker than I could even imagine."
"Im here because these dumbasses are gonna get killed without me."
"Yeah but you have bigger things to do."
"Shame." Y/n rolled her eyes, walking down the long hall, "whats happening? To me?"
"Hell if I know." He responded, "my guess would be your walking between two walls."
"Walking?" Y/n asked.
"You're asleep, but not." He explained.
"Day dreaming?" Y/n asked, "Multiverse jumping?"
"No." He spoke, "walking is all, You're good at it. You know. Despite the"
"-Bloody nose." Steve spoke up the Corinthian gone.
"What?" Y/n asked.
"You have a bloody nose." Steve told her, "again."
Y/n felt at her nose, "sorry."
"Thats the what? Third one?" He asked, "you gonna be okay?"
Y/n nodded wipping her nose on the back of her hand, "yeah fine."
He watched her walk ahead again.
"Hey!" She stopped them, they coming to a crossroads, "come on keep quiet. Follow me. There's people up ahead."
You were quick to guide them behind some type of cover from Hydra soilders.
You quickly hurried them along, and even had to pull them behind cover when they stood there out in the open like idiots amazed.
"To the coms room." Erica spoke poitning it out.
"Comns room???" Y/n asked.
"Yeah. While you were busy day dreaming we got a radio signal a hole."
"I should feed you to the Hulk you know." Y/n argued.
"What makes you say its a comns room?" Steve argued.
"Lots of lights and control shit."
"That could be hudnreds of diffrent things."Dustin argued.
"Shes not far off." Y/n told Dustin, "just stay ontop me."
They nodded, following her close behind.
It was easy to get them to the comns room, You ushering them all inside as they quickly did as told.
Just to be face with a Hydra soilder.
"Ah fuck." Y/n mummbled as the guy looked straight at her, he knew who she was immediately .
That was before Steve yelled and rushed at him surprising the group.
"You did it!" Dustin shouted at Steve, "you won a fight!"
"Seriously? Never won a fight?" Y/n asked.
"We're not all super ripped like you." Steve panted brushing his fingers through his hair.
You looted the guy for his pistol and gun, while Dustin picked up his key card.
But as always there was more arguing, they argue alot.
Did you argue this much?
Yeah most likely.
"Hey!" Robin called, "your gonna wanna see this."
Y/n quickly climbed the stairs joining Robin, "Fucking Hydra...little assholes..."
"Holy shit..." Dustin spoke.
You were all looking at a machine, ripping into a portal, a familiar portal, the Upside Down
"I...I swear. If I fucking get my hands on Zeemo."
"Zeemo?" Dustin asked.
"He made Bucky Barnes the Winter soilder. And I have a feeling Zeemo did this bull shit too."
Y/n rushed back down the stairs to see the man Steve once beat the shit out of gone.
Rushing to the door she opened it seeing Everyone looking her way.
"Avenger!" They shouted, Y/n lifting the pistol up before letting out a few rounds and slamming the door shut.
"Run!" She shouted.
"What?!"
"I said run!" Y/n shouted opening the door allowing them to go through, "Do it freely OR I'LL DO IT AT GUN POINT!"
"Avenger!" Soilder shouted behind them, "Get her!"
Y/n turned around firing at the soilders but the magazine was empty.
"What!? Already!? Oh come on!" Y/n shouted rushing down after the group.
She jumped the railing following the group close in tail, ramming into one of the soilders with a better gun.
"Thats mine now!" Y/n shouted hitting it across the second soilders face causung him to go down.
She turned around shooting at the soilders rushing at her while cautiously running backwards, downing a few before she took off once again.
"Y/n!" Steve shouted, "hurry!"
"Im going!" Y/n shouted jumping over the small set of steps before turning around, shooting just a few more bullets, the gun empty again.
"OH THESE GUNS SUCK COME ON HYDRA!" Y/n shouted before rushing towards soilders using as a Melee weapon, before dropping it and pulling out Steve's pocket knife.
"Y/n!"
"Go! Now!" Y/n ordered.
Steve and Robin watching her threw the window on the door, superhero pose and all, nothing but a pocket knife in her hand as soilders rushed at her.
Within a few seconds she downed atleast five more of them, using themselves against each other, but with how many flooded in at once, she was beat, kicked, shot at and went to the ground within the next mintue: shouting for the group to run as she fought back even in captivaty.
But they manage to stop you by knocking you out
Because Hydra has no class.
When you woke up, you found yourself in a cage, surrounded by a binding circle.
"Ugh..." she groaned.
There was a noise: a growl? Maybe not, maybe a gargle?
She looked to the side, "Oh. Hey. They got you too,"
The thing Hpmh in its in own way.
"Yeah...oh shit my side..." y/n complained, "Let me guess...they wanted you to join for your stunning looks. Look. You havent eaten me. So. Im Y/n..."
It grumbled, "Yeah yeah. Sterotype. My bad. Not every green thing thats huge wants to beat everything up."
Y/n looked at the creature, "you got a name?"
It hummed and bubbled.
"Ted?" Y/n asked, "How long you've been stuck here."
It answered in a grumble.
"shit that sucks." Y/n responded, "why you in the pound?"
Y/n listened as the thing blurbed, ranted in its own way.
"Because you're...a swamp...monster..." Y/n responded, "Mhm you there forced Test runner?"
He nodded.
"Yeah. I can understand that." Y/n complained rubbing her head as she looked at the binding circle, "this thing keeping you in?"
He nodded.
"Seeing they put me in here." Y/n spoke, "they wanted you to eat me and wanted any sorcery I had to cease along with any strength."
He grummbled, "what? No. Not with out my sling ring you?"
A few hums, blurbs and grunts in response.
"Really You have powers? Oh an me? Someones a fan boy." Y/n chuckled, "but yeah. Avenger. Not much of a power kinda gal..."
You used the bars to help you to your feet leaning it against it as you used it as support to walk looking for anything.
The binding circle too far for you to reach over and simply swipe at and ruin.
And with your new cellmate you were shit out of luck on most things.
But before you could really try anything, two soilders came in with there Lutenit
"I demand to talk to Zeemo!" Y/n shouted at the commander.
"Zeemo has no weight and is a scum to us."
"Fuck." Y/n mummbled looking back at Ted, "Im shit out of ideas."
"I will ask you once." He spoke, careful to keep outside the bidding circle.
"Which Avenger sent you."
"None." Y/n argued, "Your mother did. And shit did she suck my fat fucking dick like no tommrow!"
A gun shot rang off as Y/n was shot in the leg, she growling in pain but kept standing up.
"Fury must have sent you-"
"Fuck you!" Y/n shouted.
"Zeemo prehaps?!"
Another shot to the leg, she crumbling against the ground hands still on the bar.
"Do you hear that?" The Lutenit asked, taking a step closer, "You're friends?"
"Fuck!" There was a cry, they in a near by room, she could hear it threw the vent.
Y/n was slient, as she kept her head down the Lutient taking another step closer, he would be rewarded highly, capturing both spies and a long term enemy. Y/n's grip tightened on the bar as he took another long stride.
"Who is the cock sucker now?"
Y/n reached out grabbing him by the belt slamming into the bars, "You!"
Y/n grabbed his gun quickly shooting him and falling back to aim at the other two just as quick, downing the three.
"Fuck..." she sighed pulling at the soilders foot bringing him closer so y/n could grab his keys as she quickly got up and made it to the locked cage door.
"You comin?" She asked opening it as Ted got up, "yeah. Come on. We're blood buddies now."
He followed her carefully, she grabbing stuff off the soilders to tie her leg off.
Ted was gentleman enough to even tie them off as a thank you.
You like ted, anyone hurts ted they fuck with you
Peaking your head out you dont see anyone, but as soon as you do an alarm goes off.
So you and a Giant Swamp Monster named Ted are on the hunt for your friends and quick too, rushin to find your friends you tried the first door, it already open and you could hear laughing.
"Haha! Henderson!"
Y/n opened the door quickly.
"And Y/n! Haha!" Steve laughed as she walked in.
"Y/n!" Dustin cheered, cutting the bindings on the two, Ted following her inside causing them all to scream.
"Hey! Hey!" She shouted, "Ted! This is Ted! He's cool! He's with me! They wanted him to eat me but we're chill! Right Ted?!"
He nodded as they just looked at the two.
"Well?! Come on!" Y/n shouted rushing them all along.
You manage to lead them all path free of Russain soilders till you turn a corner and there's both screaming.
Turns out Ted had a rescue party coming consisting of one man.
Luckily Ted can stop you before you go full fighter on the poor dude.
"Again?" He asked Ted, "and ropping people into it now?"
Ted grumbled.
"Okay. Obviously your friends." Y/n smiled at the two, "but if you'd like to stay that way we should oh. Run!"
Turns out Dustin knabbed on of there vechiles and your having to basically pick Steve and Robin up into it, you drive, because honestly you don't trust anyone else. Along with the new comer in the front.
"Im Jack!" He introduced holding out a hand for a hand shake.
"Are you seriously introducing yourself right now?!" Y/n argued driving as fast as she could.
"Right sorry!"
Y/n looked to the side: "Im Y/n!"
You manage to get everyone to the Elevator and rush everyone inside.
And in the elevator its even worse.
Steve and Robin joking around, playing.
"Its like Im-"
"Surfing!" They both cheered.
Ted looked at Y/n, "I swear there both usually way better than this."
She watched Steve fall and tumble over, Y/n walking over to him.
"Hey! Steve!" Y/n shouted.
"Y/n?"he asked, "what are you doin here?"
"They seem drunk." Erica argued.
"Why would they be drunk."
"Steve-"
"Boop." He poked her on the nose, "Hey- when did you get here Y/n?"
"Steve let me-"
"No- Ow!"
"Sorry- sorry.." y/n apologized holding his eyes opened.
"His pupils are dilated." She spoke, "not drunk but drugged."
"Jack, where'd you park your car?" Y/n asked.
"Car?"
"Yeah."
"I walked here? Heh..."
Y/n looked back at Steve, "Where's your car Steve?"
"Ooo can we stop at the food court!" Robin asked, "i'd kill for a hot dog on a stick!"
"Yeah!" Steve smiled.
"You can have as much food as you want!" Dustin told him the two drugged teens cheering, "Where are your keys? For the car!"
"Keys!? Hah the russians took those!"
You sighed, as the Elevator stopped, you all filing out in a rush.
"You guys stay safe." Y/n told Ted and Jack.
"Thank you-"
"Hey!" A police officer shouted.
"Shit..." Dustin spoke looking around, "in here! Come on!"
Looks like Jack and Ted weren't done with you yet as you pulled them in to hide in the back halls of the mall with you.
You had to figure out something to do with Ted and Jack, mostly Ted.
"Uh...this way! Behind the screen!" Y/n shouted rushing Ted in.
"Alright. I want you to stay in here." Jack spoke.
Ted grumbled, "yeah I know you can help! But when the times right alright buddy?"
Ted shrugged in relucant exceptence.
Leaving Ted hidden for now you quickly joined Dustin and Erica to divise a plan.
You told Jack to stay there and keep an Eye on Robin and Steve while you and Dustin went up to try and radio the group.
Turns out Dustin ran the battery pretty dry, but he managed to get back to the group, barely able to hear or register anything.
"Hey!" Jack spoke rushing in the room with Erica.
"There gone."
"What?!" Y/n argued getting up and looking for the two in the crowd, "shit..."
You all went on the hunt for them, but you ended up falling, Jack luckily catching you.
"Ah. Your bleeding-"
"No shit I got shot atleast twice."
He helped you along to a bathroom, sitting you on the counter you groaned, adrenaline starting to wear thin.
He pulled out a little pocket med kit, he must get in alot of shit problems if he carries one around.
He rolled undid the binding you hand on them and rolled up your pants leh and took a look at them.
"It didn't go threw..." he spoke.
"You have tweazers in there?" Y/n asked.
"Uh. Yes." Jack spoke holding them out for her she taking off her belt bitting down on it.
She lifted her leg to rest on the counter.
Taking a deep breathe she dug the tweazers in eyebrows knitting in pain as her face became hot, pulling the first bullet out. Jack even had to look away from the gruesome act, his own eyebrows knitting as he griminced in disgust. She tossed the bullet in the sink to quickly get the second and within the next mintue she had the second out. Pulling her belt from her mouth she sighed in relief.
"Could you?"
"Yeah- Yes. Of course." He spoke.
You watched him disinfect and clean the wound and surronding area.
It was quiet between you two, until he spoke up and thanked you for saving his friend.
"He gets in trouble quiet a lot." He chuckled, "this way Is...quiet new."
Y/n chuckled, "Im always in trouble it seems..."
"Your a midnight son." He spoke, Y/n looking up from the work being done on her leg, "You work with Marc Spector."
Y/n nodded, "how do you know that."
He shrugged, "Lets just say we've fought before."
"Your the wearwolf." Y/n cut in he looking up, "I remember the markings."
He nodded, looking down at his work, "We had quiet the moment back then."
Jack laughed, "calling falling to our deaths is hardly considered a moment."
Y/n chuckled, "I'll take what I can get, one of the better memories...especially as of recent."
He stiched her leg up carefully, "We have to stop running into each other this way-"
Y/n winced, "Im sorry." He apologized quickly.
"Are you alright?" He asked a hand resting on her shoulder.
Y/n nodded, "I'll be fine. Thanks..."
Y/n watched the skin close up on the first stitch, he moving onto the second hole.
As he stitched you up, you both contuined to talk, as if you were old buddies catching up
He had a contagious smile, and a sweet heart
To be honest you feel bad for almost killing him that one time.
You didnt expect the conversation to get so deep either: he telling you what he did as the "other" side of him wasnt really him.
"I mean. I like this side. But the other side was kinda fluffy," y/n defended, causing him to laugh.
"And you? Do you have an other side?" He chuckled.
Y/n thought for a mintue, "I don't know. Not like you atleast. Not that I know of."
"No?" He asked, "arent we all animal in some way? We all have something itching."
Y/n chuckled, "If Im an animal Im one uncapable of happiness."
"Why say that? You're lovely. Besides the almost killing me."
"I almost let myself be happy...with Steve. With my dad."
"But?"
"But I always have to do the "bigger" thing, save the world, save this save that." Y/n spoke, "I dont mind it. I don't. Really. Its fun even sometimes, I just...end up missing people after there not on the feild anymore but rather in it."
Jack cleaned her stiches one last time, and wrapped her leg in gauze, "sounds like to me like you need to save yourself."
He finished off her bandages tying them off and tucking the loose ends in, "or. You need to be saved. Just once."
"Reinvention?" Y/n asked.
"No." He spoke, "Heal yourself before you Heal others. Doesnt have to be while in battle, but off the feild."
"Mentally?"
He nodded.
He made a good point: maybe you need mental healing.
Dustin busted through the door and the others followed.
"Okay look. It doesn't take that long to bandage a wound. Y/n stop flirting." Dustin argued.
"What-"
"We need to go!" Erica argued.
"We go out the front, circle round and grab Ted." Dustin explained.
"Why not just go through the Theater?"
"Because its closed." Dustin explained.
"Come on."
So both you and Jack got up and walked towards the group, you all poking your head out looking to see the last group from the theater leaving.
And quickly all join to blend in with the group.
You blended pretty easy, you and Jack especilaly keeping your head down.
"Turn around." Robin argued.
"What?"
"They're here." She told, "the russians."
The group looked at rhe man checking IDs, he turning towards them.
"Shit gotta go!" Y/n told, "go!"
The group ran away, sliding down between the escalators quickly.
You could hear the running behind you, you all rushing to hide.
And out of all places in the food court,
You had pushed the kids under the counter in hopes they'd have more cover.
You put a finger to your lips as Dustin and Erica covered there mouths.
Looking at The other three they were
It was eerily quiet.
The car alarm of the "Win a Prize" car went off and a quick growl out as the car was thrown the two kids grabbing onto you in fear
You slowly peaked over the counter, the group following you.
"Haha!" Y/n laughed, "Ted!"
He smiled and looked up to the second floor.
"Haha!" Dustin cheered, "Yes! The gangs all together."
It was indeed a good sight, the heros y/n had lost track of? All together: beat up? Oh for sure, but together and intact.
You barely could hold your ground as Peter and Kate almost tackled you down in a hug.
"We thought you were a goner!" Kate told.
"No kidding! We looked everywhere for you then ran into Mr.Stark-"
"Wait wait wait." Y/n stopped them, "Tony?"
"They're all here!" Kate spoke, "and this thing! Its called the mind flayer! And it's not just in Hawkins its in New York! And It has everyone by the head! And so we learned about the Upside down! And we didnt know how to reach you! So we went along sithe everything and Billy Hargrove? Right? He's like a main leader! We think he got to Frank and thats how it spread!-"
"Woah woah Woah!" Y/n stopped, "Slow down. Slow down. Look I was just stuck in a Hydra base!"
"Hydra base!?"
"Okay! What is going on!" Nancy intruppted, "Hydra?!"
"Okay Hydra is what turned bucky barnes into the Winter Soilder-" y/n told the huddled around group.
"They strengthened Wanda Maximoff and...uh..." Y/n spoke, "They're a huge threat."
"What's the game plan here exactly? Because if Im honest. Strange." Eddie started up, "has no sling ring nor neck stone thing Kate's out of arrows, Parkers only part spider, Wade's got no bullets left, no swords, loki's and Chavez are all magiced out, Venom wont even come out."
"Wait" y/n argued, "You lost the eye of Agimoto-"
"More of it was ripped from my neck." Strange argued.
"By who?!' Y/n argued.
"By Billy-"
"Hargrove's flayed?" Y/n asked.
"Y/n." Strange spoke, she looking at strange, face full of concern, "you're brother, Billy Russo, he's here."
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SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 9 AHEAD!
Zaida cried out as teeth broke through the barrier of her skin and the sharp pain caused her to jerk away. To her surprise, Peter’s bite loosened willingly. He pulled away enough to give her a long sniff.
“Interesting,” he muttered and narrowed his eyes at her, tongue licking her crimson blood that dripped from his mouth as if he was savouring the taste.
“What the fuck?” Zaida shoved him away from her, swinging the pair of heels clutched in her hand to hit him across the face - which did absolutely nothing. He just stared at her with an arched brow. She was both parts terrified and weirded out. “Did you just smell me?!”
Peter wasted no time in switching targets and grabbing Lydia, who was almost catatonic in shock, silent tears streaming down her face. The alpha held his claws to her neck, poised to attack. Meanwhile, Stiles finally reached them from his sprint across the field and gripped Zaida’s hand, pulling her behind him.
“Don't kill her. Please.” Stiles begged, his amber eyes trained on the scene unfolding before them.
“Of course not. Just tell me how to find Derek.” Peter tilted his head at them in a way that was borderline animalistic. He seemed more wolf than human at this stage.
“W-what?” Zaida stuttered. “That’s what this is about? Can’t you just give him a phone call? Find him by scent? You really had to attack high schoolers?”
“What’s going on?” Lydia sobbed as her whole body shook.
“It’s okay Lyds, we’re gonna get you out of here.” the brunette assured her friend, though she had no idea how she was going to follow through.
“Tell me how to find Derek Hale,” Peter repeated, enunciating his words clearer this time, directing them at Stiles.
“I don't know that. How would I know that?” Stiles’ tongue swiped over his dry lips nervously.
“Because you're the clever one, aren't you? And because deception has a particularly acrid scent, Stiles.” Peter’s agitation started to creep into his usually cool and calm voice. “Tell me the truth. Or I will rip her apart.”
“Just tell him where his fucking nephew is, Stiles!” Zaida’s voice was shrill as she watched the man’s teeth start to grow as he bared them threateningly.
“Look- Look, I don't know, okay? I sw- I swear to God, I have no idea.” Stiles promised, but Peter decided it wasn’t good enough. In one swift motion, he removed his claws from Lydia’s neck, tugged her towards him and took a bite into her side as she screamed. This time he didn’t let go, pushing his teeth deeper. Blood gushed from the wound as soon as he pulled away and she dropped to the ground, already starting to lose consciousness from the panic, shock and blood loss. Zaida whimpered and clutched Stiles’ hand tighter to steady herself.
“Tell me!” Peter growled loudly and the sound of it made both Zaida and Stiles jump. She didn’t dare to make a move towards Lydia with the way Peter now haunched over her body.
“Okay, okay, okay, look, I- I think he knew.” The words only now began to flow from the boy's mouth in his concern that Peter would take it further than his display of willingness to spill blood. “Derek, I think he- I think he knew he was gonna be caught.”
“By the Argents?” Peter clarified at the same time as Zaida questioned in confusion, “Derek’s been captured?”
“Yeah,” Stiles confirmed, ignoring Zaida’s question. The Argents took Derek? “When they were shot, he and Scott- I think he took Scott's Phone.”
Zaida’s heartbeat pounding in her ears drowned out the rest of the conversation. What was going on? Derek was missing - taken by the Argents - whilst more hunters were at the school trying to find the beta, and Peter was running around biting people until he could get what he wanted. Oh my God. Zaida realised with a start that Peter had bitten her. Actually bitten her. Would she start to turn into one of them? And Lydia, would she? And why did she feel dizzy all of a sudden?
“This wasn’t supposed to happen.” she began to mumble unconsciously, her breathing becoming more and more uneven and shallow. “No, no, no. I didn’t want this.”
“Zaida!” Hey, Zaida!” Stiles caught her as she started to fall, gently aiding her descent to the ground where she crouched on her hands and knees. “Zaida count with me. Five things, right? The grass, the dirt, your dress…”
But she couldn’t count. She couldn’t focus. She was too far gone now. Her hands shook and her vision blurred with hot tears that fell and slid down her face. She shook her head, unable to speak through the panic attack. His cold hands grasped her face, pulling her gaze up to meet his worried eyes.
“Breath with me. In through your nose. Hold for five seconds. Out through your mouth. Do it with me, come on.” he prompted and began to demonstrate the technique. Zaida nodded and followed along. At first, her breathing was still shaky and shallow, but as they repeated the exercise she found it deepening and evening out.
“Thank you,” she whispered once she was stabilised. Her muscles still felt weak, but at least she was starting to find her mind again.
“Anytime.” he nodded and his hand slipped from cradling her cheek to brush her hair out of the way and examine the wound in her neck. “It doesn’t look too deep, and the bleeding is already slowing down. Does it hurt?”
“It’s not that bad.” she brushed it off. Truly, the pain was duller than she had expected. “But that might be the adrenaline talking.”
“That’s enough of that. We’re wasting time. You’re coming with me.” he pointed at Stiles, rising to stand.
“I’m not just letting you leave her here.” Stiles rushed to Lydia’s side once Peter moved away from her, taking a closer look at her side to see that blood was still spilling.
“You don't have a choice, Stiles. You're coming with me.” The alpha raised a brow, turning to glance at the shaken girl. “Zaida will take care of her.”
“No,” she struggled to put her own thoughts together at the moment, but she knew one thing for certain. “I’m not leaving you alone with him, Stiles.”
“Call your friend. Tell Jackson where she is. That's all you get.” Peter allowed, and Stiles pulled his phone out with fumbling fingers. Peter didn’t wait around for the call to even go through before he was stalking across the field towards the car park.
“You should stay here,” Stiles told her firmly, but she ignored him, following after Peter alongside the boy.
“Like it or not, Stiles, I’m helping you.” Zaida glanced back at Lydia’s limp form with guilt gnawing at her from the inside out. She sent out a silent prayer that Jackson would get there in time.
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Time to finish of Volume 5. Let's see if we can't get some more crazies on the playing board.
Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for TriMax Vol. 5, Chapters 5-6 below.
Chapter 5: Death Deal
Everyone's screaming.... Blood is everywhere.... Picking up right where we left off, I see....
Holy fuck, was running over his face with the bike necessary, Legato??? Geez, man.
Creechur Vash is displeased.
CREECHUR VASH IS DISPLEASED!!!
...I'm sorry, but Legato feeling legitimately ill and being moved to tears of sadness that Midvalley would turn a gun on him and "betray Master Knives" is freaking hilarious and I absolutely LOL'ed. Gods, this man is such a mess.
I do feel bad for Midvalley, though. I feel like, in another life, on another world, maybe he could have just played beautiful music.
Dude is just staring and Wolfwood and crying. I'm telling ya, he's SUPER jealous. He wishes Knives trusted him as much as Knives is trusting Wolfwood right now, which is funny 'cause it's Wolfwood.
This look, though.... Find you a man who stares down your enemies the way Wolfwood stares down Legato. Even though he might not actually be able to see very well right now.
Got rid of them...? As in... Vash and Meryl? Vash and... Wolf... wood?? What did Zazie do?
Butterflies?
Ohhhhhhhhhh
Wait, I never *did* figure out why they were trying to get rid of Zazie. Glad Zazie's having fun with bodies, though.
It was because they didn't want Zazie to report back to Legato, huh?
Is... Gauntlet resisting Legato??
YES HE IS!!! GOOD FOR HIM!!!
Meanwhile, Creechur Vash is just waiting for all of this to die down, I guess?
Ohhhhh. Yeah, keeping Crechur Vash contained is gonna be a task for anyone.
Gotta have a good ol' Mexican Standoff.
Ahhh, I know there's so much going on here and it's all bad, but he really is kinda cute like this.
MERYL TO THE RESCUE!!!
Gods, she's screaming, she's crying, she's severely outgunned and/or outmatched by every player on the field.... She may be small, but her power is adequate.
AND SHE AIMS RIGHT FOR LEGATO!!! GET 'IM, GIRL!!!
It's enough for Gauntlet to pull the trigger on his gun....
...aaaand all hell breaks loose.
I like how even though Zazie's new form is more feminine, it's still like, "What is gender? I don't care. My gender is worms."
Legato appears to still be alive. Human skulls are more durable than we give them credit for.
Ohhhh, Stampede referenced this little speech of Legato's.
WTH happened to his face? Like, I know he just got shot, but I'm having trouble figuring out how he went from this...
...to this....
...in the space of a panel.
Ah, that's gotta be Midvalley's corpse. Meryl's right to scream. There's no coming back from seeing that.
I like the little stringy lines implying Legato's power.
Of course that bastard would be like, "Oh, you created a friend? Gotta make sure you pay for that by your friend's hand." He's a very sick fuck.
Creechur Vash is still displeased.
The only one here who hasn't quite seen this yet is Meryl, and she's already freaking out. Even Legato looks terrified. Glad his face is back to normal, though.
Ohhhhh, shit. The Nail is here.
Chapter 6: Let Us Walk The Path To Redemption
Ohhh, Vashie, babygirl....
Legato's little monster-puppet handler can feel pain??
Oop, something going on here is bringing Vash back out of creechur mode.
She has a point. People with a strong enough death wish can cause quite a mess seeking their own destruction.
Nevermind, Vash has turned into a lightning bug with too many wings.
Ohhhh, baby Vash....
I do love the use of white space here, though. This happens a lot when we fall into Vash's memories, and it really emphasizes his loneliness.
That's too many bullets. The image of bullets falling like tears....
Aaaand Legato is ruining the moment with his madness. Gods, this wet cat is gonna punish himself even harder now because of all this, and other people might actually have to watch that.
I like how they have yet to actually show her face.
Goshdarn, someone wrap Vash in a weighted blanket and feed him something nice and give him all the hugs.
YOU CAN DO IT, VASH!!!
Eyyyyy, body horror....
I love that he's focusing on the kindness of those in the past to pull himself through. He has no idea what the future holds... for himself, for mankind, for the companions who, after this, might not want anything to do with him ever again. But he's doing what he can to focus on people's kindness....
And... he's protecting Gauntlet, isn't he? Of course he is. Gauntlet, who's so tired from everything that's happened tonight, he probably wants to die. He was expecting to die. He lost his only friend by his own hand because of Legato. And now the man he came here to kill is protecting him.
OUT OF BULLETS, YA BASTARD!!! (The sound effect here is "ga-chi, ga-chi, ga-chi" over and over again. Def not a gun firing sound.)
Awww, man! Creepy weird guy carrying around Legato has a knife arm.... Whyyyyyy.
Look at his stupid face, though. He's enjoying this.
Ok, that's too many teeth. Please return some to wherever you got them from.
Did... Airship Lady shoot him through the head?
Yeah, she did.
Hahahahaha, the first time we see her fully revealed, and she's just being a baby after falling in the sand.
LOL, Meryl....
You know what? Legato deserves to be talked down to like this. He really, really does.
"Secret Number 13!" But that doesn't add up. Literally. In chapter 5 of the last volume, Wolfwood said they only had three left: Zazie, Midvalley, and Hoppered. They'd only been through six in the previous chapters, and adding Wolfwood to that mix only makes 10. Unless he's counting Legato and Knives, but in the last volume didn't think they wouldn't actually come out to fight??? Or was trying to mislead Vash on their numbers, since he said that one out loud but this one's in his head??? Very confused. Fix your math, Nightow.
Ah, that's... that's a lot of nails....
"You've really been losing it lately." You know it's bad when even the other bad guys are like, "Yyyyyeeeeaaaahhh, sorry about our buddy over here. He's... he's a little crazy. We're just gonna take him home so he doesn't do anything else stupid today. We'll resume tormenting you later."
Mannnn, if Bluesummers could hear Knives say this right now, he'd start crying all over again for a completely different reason...
I'm honestly not sure what happened in this explosion here.
Even Legato's little pet monster-thing is looking not so good. One's spine really should stay inside their body.
Looks like Vash is getting ahold of himself ok over there.
Meryl is soooo brave here. She's terrified to the point of tears, but she grits her teeth and readies herself.
Vash looks spent.
Nothing gets Vash's attention quite like someone in dire need.
Dude. Gauntlet. Why you gotta be like that to Vash!? You know and you're still like, "Eh, I even know it's wrong of me to do so, but I'm smiling about it."
And yet Vash STILL holds his hand so Gauntlet doesn't have to die alone.
Wolfwood and Meryl running to Vash's side now that it's safe. Meryl immediately inquiring after Vash's health. <3 <3 <3
BRB, finding a way to give hugs to a fictional character.
Hahahahaha, Milly. She's sooooo enthusiastic. I love her.
Is that... Zazie in the crutches??
LOL, yeah. But how did Zazie get ahold of a black wig? What a weirdo.
Heh. In spite of everything, here's Vash dragging Wolfwood to a makeshift funeral for the makeshift graves for two people who adamantly tried to kill them.
...No comment. I'm just gonna put this here. Yeah.
LOL, Vash is calling Wolfwood on his bullshit again.
This panel is a good panel. I'm going to put it here, too.
"You break it, you fix it." The path to redemption, indeed. Onward with the manual labor!
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Trigun Volume 1: Covers + 1-3, 3 Detailed Thoughts, 4, 4 DT, 5-6, 5-6 + DT, 6 DT, 7-8, 9-10 || Volume 2: Covers + Extras, 1, 1 Supplemental Research, 2-4, 5-6, 7-8
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Past Lives [0.5]
Masterlist
Warnings: angst if you squint, sushi puns
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When Austin awoke the next morning he had no solid plan, no firm grasp on reality. All he knew was his head was pounding and his mouth felt dry and -- damn. He'd kissed Jade.
He felt a complete mess, barely recalling cleaning up and going to bed last night. Austin groaned as he stood, disgruntled to find he hadn't changed out of his clothes from the night before. He peeled the clothes off and trudged into the shower, the hot water falling over his sticky skin and dirty blonde hair, breathing in slowly whilst agonizing over how he was going to move on.
He recalled Jade's expression, frantic and terrified -- he couldn't tell if it was with him or with herself. He tried to handle it like a gentleman nonetheless, making sure she had a safe ride home and they shared an awkward goodbye. She had asked him for permission, and still Austin felt wholly responsible. He'd told himself before he could give in, that the kiss was only going to be a harmless kiss and that they would ignore their need out of respect for one another.
"I think I should go..."
Her voice rattled in his head over and over. At the time he'd convinced himself that he had done the right thing, though the second she left, the air felt thick, something felt off. It was how distressed she looked when she'd pulled away. How she flinched when he'd tried to comfort her.
However, amongst all the fragmented pictured flickering through his mind, there was also an impending sense of satisfaction. Austin couldn't ignore how right it felt in the brief moment when time seemed to stop around them, when the desire outweighed all consequences. He could still recall how beautiful she'd been in the low lighting, her socked feet sliding across the floor as he spun her around, how real and sweet her giggle had been and how she'd literally taken his breath away when she kissed him.
She'd kissed him back and that he was sure of, the curiosity in the way she moved against him was out of as much desire as he had. But even if the night had ended better, tomorrow morning Jade was getting on a plane and would be worlds away while he stayed here to shoot another film. It would be as though nothing happened.
Meanwhile, Jade hadn't exactly woken up feeling refreshed and rosy, neither. The disappointment in his eyes haunted her as she walked out the door, sat in the cab and tried not to cry, and she tossed and turned all night, screaming at herself for her stupidity.
"You fucking walked out?" Florence gawked. Jade had finished relaying her night back, and regardless by the gobsmacked scowl on her friend's face, Florence wasn't impressed.
"I walked out," she confirmed.
"Jade!" she exclaimed, "The man asked you to stay and you just ran out like he was fucking Ted Bundy?"
"Didn't we just establish that I walked?" she quipped back.
"Still! What were you thinking?"
Jad threw her hands up, "I don't know! I panicked! As soon as we stopped, I felt like I had just cheated on a math test or something!" she exclaimed back.
"Oh my God, Jade," Florence put her head in her hands, "I can't believe you actually kissed him!"
"And who was the one who was pushing me to sleep with him?" Jade glowered.
"You know I was just kidding!" she whined back, "I didn't think you would actually -- and I mean you didn't! Good on you for that one!"
Jade slumped further into the couch, wishing the furniture could just swallow her up and be done with her. Her head was pounding. She had just rekindled her friendship with Austin, and barely a week in she already planting one on him? She was sure he seemed full of regret once he'd kissed him, panicking through a fake smile, could read his body language. And when she'd gotten into that cab, she told herself they'd made a dreadful mistake and had jeopardized everything they'd rebuilt over the week.
"I'm an idiot!" she rambled, "He probably thinks I'm emotionally unhinged or something and he'll never want to see me again! Florence, why am I an idiot!?"
"Stop that!" Florence came to sit beside her, "You're not an idiot, Jade! You've been through a lot of shit and if he's a reasonable person, then he'll understand! You had a weak moment and you were both complicit; it wasn't just you!"
"How do you know?" Jade asked.
"Well, he kissed you first, didn't he?"
"I asked him to,"
"And he didn't have to if he didn't want to," she had a point and Jade couldn't deny it. She certainly couldn't deny how wonderful in the moment.
"I feel sick," Jade grumbled.
"And you haven't even gotten on the plane yet," Florence mumbled back.
With that, Jade's panic from last night switched to a new panic, "Oh my God! What time is it?"
"Quarter past nine," Florence said.
"Shit! The mover's are gonna be here at nine-thirty!" she shot off the couch, still in her pyjamas and her hair was a mess.
Florence huffed, "Relax! You already have all your things packed! I'll handle the movers, you go take a shower! Besides, they're always late!"
Just as she spoke, Jade's phone began to ring. She recognized the number from the moving company, and with her heart in her throat she picked up the call.
"Hello? Oh, really! Just hold on a sec, please?" she brought the phone to her chest, glaring at Florence, "They're here!" she hissed.
"Really?" Florence gawked, "Never met a moving company that was early. I'll keep 'em in mind!"
"Florence!" Jade scolded.
"Alright! Alright! I'll buzz them in! You take your shower!" she waved her off and Jade scurried down the hall. Florence grumbled to herself, "It's like Big Brother this morning,"
Jade's morning had been a blur of boxes tossed, furniture wrapped and immense cleaning of her space. Cleaning was cathartic for her and it helped her keep her mind off of more pressing matters. She and Florence worked throughout the morning to turn Jade's makeshift bedroom back into the studio den; the blankets and comforters were gone, the rack once full of clothes was disassembled and the blow up mattress -- surprisingly, very comfy -- was deflated and packed away. By the time the afternoon hit, the room was vacuumed, dusted and rearranged back into a miscellaneous studio.
Austin meanwhile couldn't stew for very long; he had his first table read this afternoon for Masters of the Air. It served as a good distraction, the script was effective and his new cast mates were nice. There was a good, optimistic energy in he room, just the refresher that Austin had needed to break him out of his Elvis withdrawal. Nonetheless, he kept sneaking peaks at his phone, wondering -- hoping almost -- if Jade would message him.
Little did he know that Jade was glancing at her phone all morning, awaiting the very same thing from him.
He figured that she needed some space and he certainly didn't want to overstep. He just couldn't shake that look on her face from last night, the distress in her eyes lingering in the back of his mind. His patience finally broke around four o'clock, zoning out at the cast was discussing grabbing some dinner at a nearby restaurant, and he shot her a text message.
Hi Jade. I haven't heard from you, just wanted to see if you were okay?
He scolded himself the moment he sent it. Of course she wasn't okay, you idiot! Nevertheless, he was surprised -- and relieved -- when she responded five minutes later.
Hey! I'm okay. Just been packing up my things. How are you?
Austin couldn't help his smile, faltering however when reality hit him over the head again. She would be airborne in twenty-four hours, his tipsy pleas for her to stay echoed pitifully in his ears. He prayed that he hadn't scared her away as he typed back.
I understand, and I'm good! You ready for the move?
"Austin! You coming?" one of the cast mates, Callum, called to him. Austin's attention switched immediately, just barely registering Jade's reply as he followed the boys out of the studio.
Jade had checked into her hotel in the meantime, temporary accommodations until she'd made her flight tomorrow. The room was gorgeous, sleekly painted green walls and soft carpeting beneath her feet, and she had an excellent panoramic view of the city. She inhaled deeply as she stood before the window, the chill from the glass grazing across her skin. She had so many mixed feelings about tomorrow, laughing quietly to herself as she recalled last night yet again.
"Don't go, Jade,"
It was a flitting fantasy as she turned to look at the bed, her travel outfit already laid out for the morning and the rest of her things were taken into storage. Next to it was another outfit for tonight, her last dinner in London for a while. Her super in LA had called her earlier, running down the set up for her apartment and making sure everything was ready for her arrival. Her agent had called her soon after to schedule a first meeting back in the label office. Her life would resume, every moment already being planned out, everything would have to go back to normal.
Her phone buzzed on the bedside table, she tried to hold her eagerness as she crossed the carpet to check the message. Her heart sank a little when she saw it wasn't Austin, just Florence giving her the address for the sushi restaurant. She dropped her phone onto the bed, staring at her chosen outfit with apathy. She was always exciting about dressing up, she certainly was yesterday.
Nevertheless, the time struck five pm and she had to start getting ready.
The sushi restaurant was beautiful, not too high end but it was certainly a place that so popular, it definitely required reservations ahead of time. The warm, yellow lighting was welcoming and smell of nori and fried tempura was utterly delightful. Austin sat amongst a table of five other guys, Callum, Barry, Rafferty, Ben and Anthony, a couple of beer glasses were scattered across the table and they shared various platters of rolls and sashimi between them.
Austin was quiet, he always had been, as he just enjoyed listening to the guys swap stories back and forth from past jobs and talk about how they were raised. Barry, a bubbling Irishman, was kind of the same as Austin; quiet at first, though the more comfortable he got the more boisterous he became. Rafferty was the son of two very prolific actors, he was almost the spitting image of his dad, and regardless to say his upbringing varied widely from some of the other lads. Nevertheless, he was a cool guy, gracious, and he held a good sense of humility. And Callum was about as posh as posh could be; he reminded Austin a bit of Florence with his smooth Chelsea accent. He and Callum got on very well, however, music being a major interest of theirs.
Jade was none the wiser to Austin's presence as she walked into the sushi restaurant, in fact she was looking forward to not thinking tonight. She wanted to listen to Samantha complain about how Meg would fall asleep on her during the flight, or watch Maria struggle to eat with chopsticks despite how many times the girls had taught her. And she wanted to see how many sushi puns she could come up just to annoy Florence.
They were given a cup of miso soup to start, and Jade simply couldn't help herself as she side-eyed Florence, then she smirked to Maria before sipping, "Miso soup. Miso hungry,"
"Miso hungry too," Maria grinned.
"Miso tired,"
"Miso had a nap,"
"Miso happy for you,"
Amused, Steven took out his phone and started filming the girls -- for the content, of course.
"Miso excited to go out today,"
"Miso want my tea first,"
"Miso want you to be well caffeinated,"
"Miso very grateful to you,"
Florence scowled at them both, "Miso wanna' barf at you!" she barked.
The girls glared back at her, "Miso don't care," Jade shrugged.
"Miso don't care, either," Maria grinned.
Samantha giggled, "C'mon Flo, you're gonna miss this!"
"I'm gonna miss my friends. I'm not gonna miss this," Florence pointed an accusatory finger at Jade.
"What's the matter?" their friend Ash asked, "Udon think they're funny?"
"They're soba funny," Steven grinned.
"They're matcha funnier than you," Meg said to Ash.
"Hey! Why'd you gyoza there?" Ash whined.
"Because he's not a rice guy!" Steven said.
Ash whined back, "Whatchu taco-bout?"
The joke came to an end right after that, everybody peered at the floppy-haired record mixer in confusion, "Tacos?" Maria asked.
"I panicked. I couldn't think of any more Japanese foods," he grumbled.
"You could've gone with an egg pun," Steven told him.
"My wordsmithing is not on point! Leave me alone!" he sassed back.
"Woah!" Jade put her hand out to him, "Relax dude. Don't lose your tempura!"
"No need to get so sashimi," Samantha smirked.
Maria reached over and high-fived her, "Oh, that was beautiful!" they all then looked over at Florence, who hadn't joined into the game as enthusiastically as everyone else. She looked at them all and rolled her eyes.
"I take back what I said before," she said, "You all make me wanna' yak... itori," they began to laugh and clap for her nonetheless.
Their nonsense was drowned out by the chattering conversation and the upbeat music within the restaurant. In fact, Callum was regaling Austin of the Arctic Monkeys concert he'd been able to catch before lockdown had hit, neither of them the wiser to the group that had walked in for their reservation. Anthony, sitting across from Austin and Callum, was the first to notice the star-studded party in the back booth. He excitedly nudged Ben, much to Ben's chagrin as he almost dropped his chopped scallop roll into his lap.
"Hey!" he scolded, "What's the matter?"
"Did you see who's back there?" he asked, now garnering the other boys' attention.
"Who?" Barry asked curiously.
"Jade Theodore! And that actress from Midsommar!"
If Austin had taken a sip of his beer, he surely would've spat it out. He turned in his seat, eyes scanning the back of the room and sure enough, he picked out Jade and Florence, and Jade's band in a group of overall eight or nine people. He tried to keep his cool and turned back in his seat, reaching quickly for his beer.
"Florence Pugh?" Callum echoed, stars glimmering in his eyes.
"No way!" Rafferty turned and tried to get a look for himself, "Isn't she shooting Don't Worry Darling?"
"They're a part of it here," Ben answered.
Barry chuckled, "Raff's hoping to get an eyeful of Harry Styles," he ruffled the younger boy's hair.
"Piss off!" Rafferty quipped back, "I'd rather get an eyeful of Jade, anyway,"
Austin turned around again, catching the view of Jade that Rafferty likely wished for. She wasn't wearing much makeup, her cheeks were naturally flushed on their own, but Austin couldn't help but think of her as effortlessly sublime in even the tiniest movements. She wore a black lone slip dress, a heather grey long sleeved shirt underneath, she wore nothing flashy and still showed off that beautiful, curvy silhouette of hers.
He was lost again, so lost in fact he didn't hear the waiter ask to replenish his beer until Callum tapped his shoulder.
"Oh, yeah! Yeah, sure. Thank you," he replied quickly, sitting straight again.
Callum eyed his cautiously, "You alright, Austin?" he asked.
"You look like you've got the spooks," Barry said.
"I'm good," Austin assured, "Really, I'm good,"
The rest of their dinner went off without a hitch, though Austin couldn't help but feel this pressure in the back of his head, like something was boring into his skull. He kept wondering amongst the scattered conversations if she'd noticed him, his better judgement telling him not to draw her attention. His selfish side wanted her to look up and see him, and he prayed he wouldn't see the same distressed expression if she did.
Jade was enjoying her meal, basking in the joyous company pf her friends and her anxieties had settled for the time being. She hadn't seen Austin at his table, didn't have the time to prepare or even think of the odds of him being at this same restaurant; but she looked up for no apparent reason and she picked him out from the crowd straight again. She met his gaze just as he'd turned away, her lips parted. That split second their eyes met, she hated how much it hurt to look at him. Her head felt foggier then ever, her Austin hangover only accentuated by how good he looked right now. How dare he have the audacity to look that good. She felt as though she had been drinking again, like she was always drunk and tongue twisted whenever he was near and she fought the temptation to let her face fall.
Her chest felt tight, her knee began bouncing under the table and suddenly the notion of food had her feeling nauseous. Florence picked it off right away, dropping her chopsticks in favour of taking Jade's shoulder.
"You okay?" she asked.
"Yeah," Jade nodded, though she began to stand up and take her purse, "I'm gonna take a smoke real quick,"
Florence didn't protest, "Okay. Take your time,"
The air became hotter and hotter as Jade got closer to the door. Austin watched her leave -- alone, his curiosity getting the better of him as he too stood up. Jade was leaving in over twelve hours, he may not have another opportunity for a while.
"I'll be right back," he informed the guys. They didn't give it a second thought, probably figuring he was nipping off to the bathroom or something.
The air was comfortably cool in the evening, just as it had been on their first night at the pub. Jade leaned back against the brick wall and rummaged through her purse for her vape. She could hear her mother's voice scolding her for the pipe, but she still always recalled arguing back about her mother's hypocrisy with her cigarettes. She hadn't always got on well with her mom, an aspect she came to regret as she got older. Her mom warned her about her ex, warned her about his clear manipulation and her lack of backbone so she may stand up for herself. She wondered what her mom would say if she told her about what she'd been up to last night.
Jade took one puff of her vape as the door swung open again. She didn't prepare to see Austin tonight, and she certainly hadn't prepared for him to follow her outside. Her brain drew a blank as she met his dark blue eyes, the pent up energy flowed from him in waves. She remembered exactly how it felt to kiss him - he made her want to forget forgetting altogether.
"Hi," he rasped out. There was this almost comical sense of deja vu that washed over Jade, and she resisted the urge to puff on her pipe again.
"Hi," she spoke quietly. She wasn't prepared for the way he was looking at her now. His blue eyes were so wide she worried he'd pass out from the intensity. He appeared far from relaxed, mad about something, confused maybe; his nose and forehead wrinkled but his hair remained completely settled, falling softly over his eyes. She hated herself for how much he was driving her mad, how she let him do it to her.
"Austin, I'm so sorry," she spoke before he could, her voice considerably quieter then she'd intended.
"What?" came his reply after a moment of stun. His hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, hiding his white knuckles.
"I'm sorry," she repeated.
"Jade," Austin mumbled out, "What are you --"
"I shouldn't have kissed you, I shouldn't have asked to kiss you, it was way out of line --"
"Jade -- I --"
"Just -- let me finish, please?" she rambled quickly, her thoughts running too fast for her tongue to keep up, "I crossed a line with you, and I really feel stupid because we just 'got back together' so to speak... but, like... I got too caught up in myself and I can't solely blame it on the alcohol because that's not why it happened. I didn't want to make you feel awkward or uncomfortable and... and..." her voice trailed off as she ran out of things to ramble with. She grumbled to herself, sad and confused, staring at the pavement with bewilderment. Austin didn't want her to stew in her guilt a second longer, so he put her out of her misery.
"Jade," he exhaled, stepping closer, "Take a deep breath,"
She nodded, inhaling and exhaling slowly, her heart seemingly pounding in her ears. It was clear to anyone watching her that Jade had all of this tension resting on her, how she caved herself in with her back and shoulders. Austin knew better than to call her on it, knew she'd retreat even further if he had so he considered his words carefully.
"You're forgetting that I kissed you first," he uttered at last, head cocked to the side.
Jade huffed, "Austin..."
"You're absolutely right, Jade. What we did was wrong," he admitted.
"And I'm really sorry --"
"Hold on, now," he looked at her directly again, "We shouldn't have been so reckless with each other, and we probably shouldn't let it happen again,"
She felt her heart sink a little but she let it go, just thankful that he was speaking to her. At the silence, Jade nodded slowly, tapping her vape, trying to discern what was right, what was wrong. She puffed on her vape again, trying to craft a sensible response, but Austin wasn't finished yet.
"But you didn't cross any lines -- because I wanted you, too,"
She lifted her gaze to his once more, smoke drifting out of her lips in somewhat disbelief, somewhat from internal conflict.
"You asked a question that I could've said 'no' to, but I kissed you because I wanted to. So, you're not to taking the whole blame for this," Austin shrugged, smiling as genuinely as he could to put her at ease.
"... You wanted to kiss me," she said at last, still processing her disbelief.
"Of course I did," he sighed, frustrated as he picked at the frayed threads in his pockets.
"Because you were drunk?"
"No, because it was in the moment, and I wanted to. So you don't need to apologize," he leaned forward, dropping his voice to a subtle, husky whisper as he teased her, "And because you're absolutely gorgeous,"
How deeply she wanted to giggle, to swat at his arm or come up with some witty retort.
"So, you're not mad at me?" she asked. As reassuring as Austin was, she was still paranoid about how this had affected their relationship.
"Why would I be mad at you?" he countered.
"For ruining our friendship?" she replied, "For being impulsive, irresponsible, a complete basket case? Take your pick, man,"
"Jade, you haven't ruined anything," he assured. He thought about taking her hand in his just to ease her insecurity, he couldn't handle her pouting, though he decided against it. He didn't want to spook her anymore then she already was, "Maybe we just had to get it out of our system? You know, like, not being able to have something just makes you want it more, right?"
"Right," she replied with a shrug.
He bumped her arm with his elbow, teasing her again as he spoke, "I'll admit; you're a very good kisser,"
That got her to smile, and the color washed over her face again. She simpered, "Did you have some doubts?" and she puffed on her vape again.
Austin scratched his neck and swallowed hard, "No. I knew it. You just exceeded expectations,"
They both laughed and it brought them some temporary ease.
"I hate you," she giggled.
"Mm. No, I don't think you do," he smirked back.
"Whatever," she simpered, "Did Florence, or anyone else tell you by chance where we were going for dinner tonight?"
"No," he shook his head, "These guys just have a great taste for sushi. I mean, you said it the other day; right place, wrong time?"
"I believe I said right person, wrong time," she corrected, "I get what you mean, though,"
She smiled softly at him, bringing the vape up to take another puff. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled, and a thin veil of smoke slipped out of her lips, the air around them suddenly became delectably sweet -- like syrup-drenched peaches. Austin's stare switched between the pucker of her lips, remembering so vividly tasting wine and spices off of them last night. He wondered if he kissed her now would he be able to taste the peach essence? Or the soy sauce left over from her dinner?
Jade turned to him again, his stare intense and boring deep into her. She felt he could see through all of her, every defence she put up slowly being chipped away by his cool, shadowy blues. Everything about him was mesmerizing, from the fall of his dark brown hair to the way his jacket feel snugly over his shoulders. She hated how he had this effect on her, hated how she let herself fall into it. He was too good of a person and she would never be good enough, nevertheless the way he looked at her made her feel whole.
Austin wasn't sure at what point and when he'd stepped so close to Jade. Though it wouldn't take much to close the gap between them, maybe one step forward? Bring his head down, tuck her hair behind her ear so he could take in her incredible beauty. He had some idea that the same thought flickered through Jade's mind as her chin tilted up, her lashes fluttered softly. Her back pressed harder against the brick wall, picturing for a moment him caging her in while he'd devour her.
Jade broke eye contact quickly and took another puff from her vape. They literally just had a conversion as to why kissing each other was a mistake, and here she was fantasizing about him. Fuck, you're shameless, Jade!
"I-I guess we should go," she stammered, "You know... before our friends send out the dogs to find us,"
"Good idea," Austin nodded, though neither of them made the first move to leave. Their words went against their inclinations, which in turn went against reason.
Jade inhaled sharply, "Or... maybe we could remind ourselves why this --" she waved her hand between them, "Is a bad idea? Super quickly?"
Austin smiled softly, nudging his hand against hers, "Super quickly," he agreed. The words had barely left his lips as Jade pressed onto her toes, her chilled fingers grazing across his cheek as her silken lips touched his own. He could feel the soft tickle of her breath beneath his nose, his fingers linked around her smaller hand as his other one rested upon her waist. Austin was filled with deep astonishment as she showed him how impulsive she was, and how wise all the same. She took him under, pushed him away and lured him back.
There were these little bells going off in Jade's ears, twinkling delightfully and embers igniting in her chest. The smell of his cologne, of the soft, spicy scent of his shampoo, was dizzying, butterflies dancing in her stomach. But warmth consumed her as she leaned into the kiss, Austin's lips impossibly soft against her own. They were more sober now, so nothing could be blamed for their exchange other than a smouldering tension and the taste of nori from hints of tongues pressed between parted lips.
It was clear nonetheless though that they had made a mistake. They had made a terrible, wonderful, illicitly addictive mistake.
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Am I still alive?
A/N: for a long time, of course, I didn’t write about this series, oh, I miss my era when I wrote about them every day.
The reader fights to the last, but she still gets bitten, but she is still alive and can walk and talk, which means that she will be able to protect her friends. hambie! reader
- Guys, we need to calm down. Let's make a plan. But all I want to say is I love you guys. We must fight to the last, be careful look every corner so you don't get bitten.
- Calm down?! Are you serious y/n? We may die, but you? Joon Yeong said in annoyance.
- Let's make a plan.
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- Great plan! I agree, we just need to get out of here quickly.
Everyone got dressed and prepared so that no one would get bitten, etc. You were sure this plan would work. Now you are all following the plan.
You completed your building and found chocolate..? Food. It was overdue but what's the difference the most important thing is food
- Guys, I found chocolate! Let's take one bite
- Thank God at least something.
You started biting off the chocolate and handing it to everyone, it was Dae-su's turn. He took a bite completely. What about Joon Yeong?
- Bro are you serious? After you, Joon Yeong.
- Oh God I'm sorry Joon Yeong I didn't mean it honestly I thought you already uh took a bite
- Come on, let's get out of here.
You opened the door and quickly began to act, everything is fine but the zombies are surrounding you, you have to fight them off. You see that Jun Yong gets bitten and quickly went to his territory pushing him away from the zombies. Crap neck hurts..
- What the fuck, y/n you're a moron, what's wrong with you?!
- Im okay you know, I just have to leave you guys.
You climbed up the building and went outside, a bunch of monsters attacked you, but you looked at your friends with a smile and gave them a sign to leave as soon as possible. Many gave you one last look after realizing that you can't be saved.
They got out of this shit.
- We did it! Everyone is alive? And we are lucky that the monsters went to one side!
- Hey guys are you okay? Joon Yeong?
- Y/n she sacrificed herself so we could escape...
- You're only joking soon.. Oh shit oh shit is she really left there?
- Cheong san calm down.. She stayed there so that we could survive..
- Shit... We.. we have to continue this way.
"meanwhile with you"
Damn your head is spinning and your neck still hurts, what the? Are you still at the gym? Oh shit, you have bites all over the place but now you have a good sense of smell and hearing. This means you can find your friends.
All have been considered, but they must make it to the shelter. Will it all end like this? Will you just rot in the gym?
You could hear your friends as they walk through the woods, you decided to follow the sounds and decided to speed up. The path was long but you were able to find them. You decided to lightly and quietly follow them
You touched Joon Yeong's shoulders, and he screamed at the sight of you, turning everyone's attention to you.
- What the hell? Are you alive?
- Am I still alive?
- Damn don't scare us! And don't sneak up on us like that!
- Okay, guys, let's not be distracted, after all, we must find shelter and live in peace.
You hugged everyone, realizing that you and Nam-ra are the main defenders from zombies, you were so happy for yourself.
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Edd is the type of guy to tell his friends "go piss girl" everytime one of them announces they're going to the bathroom. He heard it off of tiktok a long while back. At first meant it jokingly but now it's second nature to him.
Matt catches himself saying it too sometimes and he has to stop himself from screaming. Edd finds it fucking hilarious meanwhile Matt is just fuming. If violence were the answer, Matt would have flung all of the furniture at Edd. He's usually the one to announce everytime he has to go to the bathroom so he's always the one its directed at.
Tom threatens to "go piss girl" on Edd's bed nearly everytime he uses it on him. He's just so tired of it, it's like when Edd picked up the word "bruh" all over again. He can't even escape it either. He'll wake up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and hear Edd call out from his bedroom, "Go piss girl."
Tord couldn't give less of a shit, he's so used to it at this point. Sometimes Tord says it too but he does it at the most inappropriate of times. These guys could be in the middle of a grocery store and the second Matt says he's heading off to the bathroom, Tord won't even hesitate to tell him "go piss girl." Oh god, people are staring now.
It's gotten so bad they made a fucking jar for everyone to put change into anytime time someone says it at inappropriate times. It's been like two weeks since it became a thing and the jar is almost full already. Mostly because of Tord, but he does that shit on purpose.
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