#Interest check? I could get these up on red-bubble maybe?
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Comic-Con 2008 - Enhanced Edition of Supernatural Panel
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Direct link. Warning: Some of the special content I added has big spoilers for season 4 beyond the original videos.
This video features Jared, Jensen, Eric Kripke, Sera Gamble, and Ben Edlund. If you've already seen the original videos and you're wondering why you'd want to watch this, see the details about the enhancements below. For other enhanced videos, check my YouTube channel or my Tumblr index post.
Video Improvements - Upscaled, fixed bad aspect ratios, improved colors
I received a great deal of help from @sensitivehandsomeactionman on the color correcting. They gave me tips on how to achieve better colors and they even took a screen shot from my video and corrected the colors on it with their own software to provide me with an example of what was possible. Having that example to reference was invaluable for me, because I'm not good with colors.
Without that help, Jared and Jensen would have looked like they were in training to become the world's tallest Oompa Loompas. Any remaining color wonkiness (Wonka-iness?) is due to my own failure to apply what I was taught and my failure to see the colors properly. But look at that difference! I was pretty excited about this.
Combined Videos to Cover Entire Event
As with my other enhanced videos, I combined multiple videos to create as seamless a video of the event as possible, from beginning to end. For my earlier videos, that meant combining maybe 5 videos. For this one, I used a total of 19 videos from 3 different sources. A lot of those were used for the talking head bubbles, explained further below.
None of the videos are my own. My video description on YouTube has links to the original videos I used.
Good, Color-Coded Subtitles
As with my other enhanced videos, I attempted to provide accurate and as-complete-as-possible subtitles. They're color-coded to make it easier to tell who's speaking. This is especially helpful when people are speaking at the same time, or when the speaker is off camera.
Since there were so very many people talking in this video, I doubled up on a couple colors if I thought I could do so without it being too confusing. Here's the complete color key:
Red = Jared
Blue = Jensen
Brown = Eric Kripke
Pink = Sera Gamble
Purple = Ben Edlund
Green = General audience
Yellow = The person asking the questions. In the first half this is the moderator, Alynda Wheat. In the second half, this is the fan at the mic.
White = Mostly the publicist (Holly Ollis), but a couple times it's used for people off camera who I believe were Comic-Con staff.
Two shades of orange = surprise guests
Additional Clarifying Content
As with my other enhanced videos, I've added some images to help add clarity to the references used by the speakers. I added images of characters and scenes referenced from the show, images to explain various pop culture references, as well as some explanatory text to help add details or clarity when I thought it might be useful.
I mostly kept this extra content to the sides so that, if it doesn't interest you, you can hopefully ignore it and focus on the main part of the video. Unlike my previous videos, sometimes this is on the left side and sometimes it's on the right side. The margins shift depending on where the talking head bubbles are.
Talking Head Bubbles - Jared and Jensen front and center, but other speakers visible too
This "enhancement" isn't anywhere close to perfect, but it sure as heck isn't from a lack of effort. This represented at least half if not two-thirds of the time I spent working on this video.
I always find the Comic-Con videos frustrating to watch. When the camera moves to other people who are talking, I want to see Jared and Jensen instead. I like to see their reactions and sometimes they do funny things that get missed. But when the camera is steadfastly focused on Jared and Jensen, I also get frustrated because I can’t see the people who are talking. Nope, you can’t win with me! I want to see everything.
I attempted to mitigate this frustration by adding talking head bubbles. The main source videos I used were the ones with the most constant and stable focus on Jared and Jensen. However, if one of the other source videos had a decent focus on another guest, I inserted a small window into that other video as seen below. Eric shows up on the left, because that's where he was seated relative to Jared. Sera and Ben show up on the right, because they were on the other side of Jensen.
Like I said, it's not anywhere close to perfect. Trying to make the bubbles look stable was an enormous challenge for me. Behind the scenes the person in the bubble was bobbing and weaving all over the original video frame, so I had to constantly adjust the position of the secondary video to keep the subject centered in the bubble. They also aren't always bubbles. The people taking the videos often had the writers on the edge of the frame because they wanted to capture Jared or Jensen too, so the bubbles start to collapse when they get too close to the edge because there isn't enough video surrounding them to form a circle.
I haven't decided if the end result was worth how much effort I put into these darn "bubbles", so I'd welcome any feedback -- good or bad.
#enhanced edition con video#j2#jared padalecki#jensen ackles#eric kripke#sera gamble#ben edlund#comic con#comic con 2008#Youtube
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⭐ Memories of friendship ⭐
(ID: Kirby series fanart, Childhood Friends AU, featuring young Dedede, Meta, Para Dee, and Bow Dee hanging out and interacting in various cute and silly scenarios. More detailed descriptions and bonus headcanons under the cut. END ID.)
Just a buncha li’l guys. The littlest of lads. I could literally fill pages with all the wholesome slice-of-life nonsense I have in mind for these kids (and maybe the smallest touch of angst, too, but that’s for later). Also might’ve made DDD’s overalls a little brighter to match his coat in the future. Also made refs for Para and Bow.
UPDATE 03/11/24: Added a few misc. details.
Sketches started btw 11/23 and 12/23, render started 12/13/23, finished 01/07/24. NOTE: This was originally posted on my deleted account on 01/08/23.
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Top-left: Meta carrying DDD by his hands and lifting him (with great difficultly) into the air (probably only a few inches off the ground), the latter laughing happily and kicking his feet, the former grimacing with effort and flapping his little wing as hard as he can.
(HC: Even at a young age, Meta is built more for dexterity than strength, and DDD isn’t exactly as light as the rest of his buddies - not that it stops either of them from doing something dumb in the name of a dare.)
Top-middle: Meta and Para holding open a large book between them (the image of Planet Popstar on the cover), reading and discussing its contents (as indicated by a wall of blue and green “Blah”s behind them), while Bow (slumped on Meta’s side) and Dedede (reclining back on Para’s side) are both fast asleep from boredom.
(HC: Needless to say, Meta and Para are huge nerds, often seen checking out half a dozen books at at time from the local library and finishing them before the week is out. Bow and DDD try to be interested, but they just don’t have the attention spans for huge walls of tech jargon and dusty old history.)
Top-right: Para floating with his parasol (patterned the same green-and-brown plaid as his bowtie), sweating and kicking his feet wildly, looking down in terror; Meta hovers nearby on his wings, looking on in surprise at his panicking friend.
(HC: Despite his proficiency, Para rarely uses his parasol for anything besides keeping himself dry in the rain. He is deathly afraid of heights and has gotten himself stuck in trees more than once thanks to his buddies’ daredevil antics.)
Middle-right: Bow - angered by something off-screen - furiously kicking and flailing about, her face red with rage, as DDD casually holds her up off the ground by the top of her head, looking annoyed and bored.
(HC: It doesn’t take a lot to set Bow off. Despite her tiny size, she can be an absolute terror when she’s upset about something, and the boys know this well. DDD is often the one to hold her back when she gets too rowdy, a role he’s not particularly thrilled to have. Stars help anyone in her line of sight if no one’s around to calm her down.)
Middle: Meta and DDD sitting side-by-side, the former in a rare excitable mood as he fidgets and chatters on about all kinds of things (indicated by several word bubbles with images inside, including ice cream, swords, bats, planets, stars, rockets, and Galacta Knight’s mask); DDD listens with surprising patience, a fond (if somewhat exasperated) smile on his face.
(HC: Meta is usually a very quiet kid, his silence filled by DDD being his typical boisterous self. Sometimes, though, when they’re just hanging out by themselves, Meta will find an opening - usually provided by DDD - and go off on tangents as random and hyper-focused as his more talkative buds. Not many people get to see him this animated or comfortable, and DDD - who’s seen them the most - cherishes these moments, even if it’s embarrassing to admit.)
Bottom-left: DDD dashing to our left, a determined grin on his face, as his friends ride Piggyback on his back - first Meta, wings out and free arm waving in excitement, then Para, clinging desperately to Meta with a look of panic on his face, and finally Bow, hanging off of Para and laughing merrily.
• (HC: DDD is always dragging his friends into one crazy scheme or another, usually at a full-tilt sprint and without much forethought beyond “C’mon, it’ll be fun!” Meta is often swept up in the excitement, too curious and eager to learn to worry much about danger. Para is the embodiment of “I don’t know about this, guys…” but too lenient to really stop them. Bow will literally follow the boys off of a cliff as long as there’s fun to be had.)
Bottom-right: Bow, DDD, and Meta sitting in the grass surrounded by butterflies (their bodies black and wings white with dark edges, save one in the back with yellow wings rimmed in orange and red). One lands on DDD’s beak, and he pokes at it curiously, staring cross-eyed. Bow trembles behind him, staring at the butterfly in watery-eyed terror over his shoulder. Meta tilts his head to look at her with an expression of bemused concern, a butterfly settled on his foot.
(HC: Bow will tell you she isn’t afraid of anything. In many cases, this is true. She will routinely stare down threats ten times her size and promise to beat them up on the spot before someone more rational pulls her out of harm’s way. But, if there is a bug anywhere in her immediate vicinity, she will absolutely run for the hills. DDD used to tease her about this, hiding bugs in his hands to scare her. He stopped as soon as she started panic-smacking him.)
#veins art#veins fanart#fanart#kirby series#kirby#king dedede#meta knight#original character#oc#kirby oc#my ocs#para dee#bow dee#AU#childhood friends au#leetol guys#who let them be so small?#(I did. it was me)#veinsfullofstars
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I don’t know why but I got this idea in my head of Cater’s sisters being really into Ace’s brother. Maybe because I got Cater and Ace mixed up all the time when I first saw the character designs for TW.
Ah, yes. Putting more Heartslabyul boys in familial crises with the fear that their own [relative] may start a relationship with a [relative] of a classmate (the last one was Mrs. Spade + "Silver's dad") :)) That's been my favorite thing to write lately, lol
I wrote Cater’s sisters with the concept of bubbly, sociable girls and gyaru fashion/subculture in mind. There's a lot of "like" and "totally" in their vocabular! Ace's brother is 7 years older than him, so in my head I'm placing the Diamond sisters around that ballpark too. (We don’t actually know what the age difference between the Diamond siblings are, nor do we know that much about the character of the sisters other than having girlish interests and being somewhat bossy with Cater.)
Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.
Head-turning was an understatement for the effect the Diamond sisters had on NRC’s general populace. The gemstone of their surname might have implied elegance in the right context—but they were more the gaudy kind of jewels, shining so brightly it was difficult to ignore them.
The Diamond sisters dressed loudly, talked loudly, and lived, laughed, and loved loudly. It earned them no shortage of strange looks and stares. Attention, but not the good kind.
The cards that Cater held so close to his chest threatened to slip out from between his fingers and scatter. Putting on an act was one thing—but when his sisters were present? A whole different act to balance.
People looked too closely. They wondered. All things he worked so tirelessly to avoid.
His house of cards threatened to topple.
“Is this really your dorm?” one sister gushed, disrupting Cater’s thoughts.
She gazed at the red roses that wreathed the lounge. Cards were also strung above to give the illusion of floating down. Suspended clocks ticking away the time, racking up the seconds.
“Heartslabyul’s, like, so aesthetically pleasing!” the other sister declared. “It’s like I just walked straight into a viral Magicam pic.”
“Yup, it’s my dorm alright!” Cater said quickly, careful to not let his smile falter. “Hey, if you like Heartslabyul, then we should check out the other six dorms too. You might find a place that vibes with you even more!”
“Really? But I wanna soak up the atmosphere of your dorm first!!” The first sister fell back into a quilted couch with a pout.
The second shook her head and tutted. “Let’s stop and smell the roses, okay, Cay-Cay?”
“Eeeeh? That’s easy for you two to say… I kinda get tired of smelling roses all day myself. Don't 'cha find it a little stifling? There are other places we could hang."
His sisters looked at him incredulously, neither of them willing to budge. He had feared this--their headstrongness had been the cause of many disputes as children.
"Maybe we could hit up the gardens then?" Cater offered, changing up his tactics. "It's so big, and there's so much to see there! Lots of 'cammable spots! We could spend all afternoon wandering it and getting lost~"
Hopefully out of sight for the entire day. It was more energy than he had hoped to expend, but it was a concession Cater was forced to make.
At this, the Diamond sisters leapt up excitedly.
"Omg, pics with floral backgrounds are like, SO hot right now. It's the season for it!"
“Is there a flower archway? Or a trellis we could pose in front of?”
“All that and more!“ Cater beamed and gestured to the open door. It led into a twisting hallway, checkered in black and white squares. When he looked to his sisters, he mustered all the eagerness he could. “Come on, let’s shake a leg and check it out!”
“What, you’re checking me out?”
“… Eh?” Cater whipped back to the doorway.
A man was now there, casually leaning against the frame. He wore a confident grin on his handsome face, poised with the laidback sort of swagger of a street-smart alleycat.
Riddle would have blown a fuse at how he dressed—his vest was open, his shirt wasn’t fully tucked in, nor full buttoned. His tie was loose too, and tossed over the shoulder… and, worst of all, he had the same impish glitter in his cherry eyes as Ace did. Double trouble, it seemed.
“I didn’t think my lil’ bro’s classmates would be so into me,” the Ace-like man joked.
Cater blinked as realization kicked in. “Eh, could it be that you’re Ace-chan’s…”
Right on cue, the first year in question popped up from around the corner. He crammed himself in the doorway with his brother with a groan.
“Would it kill you to wait up for me?!” Ace cried indignantly. “Just cuz you’re visiting your alter mater doesn’t mean you can ditch me to run off and do whatever!”
“Can’t help it if you still can’t outrun me,” his brother smirked. “Maybe you oughta work out some more.”
“Yeah, right! You just got a head-start is all. I bet I’m WAY more in shape than you are!”
Yup, that pretty much confirms it… They argue like siblings—I’d know it anywhere.
"I didn’t know your brother would be dropping in," Cater began. Rapt gasps cut off the rest of his thought.
“O. M. G.”
The blood in Cater’s veins ran cold. He didn’t need to look to know that something had completely entranced his sisters.
They were both suddenly on either side of Cater, sandwiching him between them. "Cay-kun, who’s this cutie?! Where have you been hiding him?"
For once in his life, he was at a total loss for words. Cater stared pleadingly at Ace, his puppy dog eyes (a technique he had learned from many fake Magicam apology vids) on full blast.
The first year wiggled his brows at Cater, then strolled forward. He slicked hair back with both hands (he had seen it once in a movie) and made what he probably thought was an attractive expression. “Ladies, ladies! I know I'm hot stuff! No need to clamor, there’s plenty of me to go around.”
The Diamond sisters flew right by him, snubbing the boy.
"... Huh?"
Both Cater and Ace gawked as the girls clustered around the older of the Trappola brothers. One sister took hold of his right arm, the other, the left, in a desperate bid for his attention. The Diamond sisters giggled coquettishly, batting their eyes at Ace's brother and toying with locks of their hair.
"Hey, cutie~ You free right now? Cuz we totes are!"
"Let's ditch our bros and get to know each other better! You're, like, def our type."
"Oh, you've got to be kiddin' me," Ace groaned, face-palming.
His brother smiled languidly and shrugged. "Sorry, my dude. I can't help being a chick magnet. Better luck next time."
"You don't sound very sorry about it!!"
"What else is a guy supposed to do in a situation like this? I'll make it up to you somehow, promise!"
"Aw, you care about your little bro's feelings? I love that," one of the Diamond sisters swooned, a hand to her forehead.
"Hot and considerate? He's the total package!" The other traced a light circle on his chest, a longing sigh drawn out from between her lips.
"Oh, BARF." Ace yanked on Cater's sleeve, demanding, "Uh, a little help here, Cater-senpai?! You CAN'T be okay with this, right?"
"Eeeh, you seriously want me to get in the way of true love, Ace-chan?" he pulled back, both hands up--distancing himself from the situation. "Sorry, but I'm not up for it."
"Oh, come on! True love, my ass! You're fine with your sisters peacing out on you to flirt and make goo-goo eyes?!"
"Honestly, whatever keeps them out of my hair~" Cater replied with a mischievous wink. "And besides, I don't want to deal with the potential fallout if they kick up a fuss about it. Haven't you ever heard of 'hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'?"
With a grin, the third year wrangled his junior by the shoulder and brought him close. "I should actually be thanking you, Ace-chan! You got me out of a real tight pinch there~"
“Yeah, and now you put me in a pinch!” he groused back, shoving Cater away. There was no shame to his senior’s smile, only smug satisfaction. “Traitor!”
“Geez, that’s mean of you to say. I didn’t ever promise you anything, did I? We just happened to cross paths and things worked out in my favor 🎵”
"Well thanks for NOTHING, then!"
#twst#twisted wonderland#Ace Trappola#Cater Diamond#twst interactions#twisted wonderland interactions#disney twisted wonderland#NRC Family Day#twst imagines#twisted wonderland scenarios#twst scenarios#twisted wonderland imagines
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pairing: jeonghan x reader, wonwoo x reader (seperately)
genre: smut, pwp
word count: 3k
tags: husband!jeonghan, wifey!reader, work colleague!wonwoo, cucking, mild dub/con, grinding, seduction, unprotected sex
summary: jeonghan and his lovely wife seem to have taken a special kind of interest to one of his work colleagues - namely none other than wonwoo.
“did you have fun, love?”, jeonghan asked. you only sighed, leaning into your husband’s tender touch as his arms wrapped around your middle from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder. the good food and wine you’ve had spreading a nice cozy feeling of contentment throughout your body, making it all the harder for you not to abandon your dishes and lay down for a nap.
upon hearing you hum in response, han pressed a soft kiss on the side of your head. “you were an absolutely wonderful hostess, by the way.”
“hm, i don’t know, was i? i hope wonwoo didn’t think my cooking was all too bad - i would have made something different if i knew you’d bring him along as well”, you chuckled sheepishly, trying not to sound all too insecure - yet judging by your husband’s slight shift in demeanour, you probably still did. curse your poor acting abilities.
“ah, i should've told you before that we’d stop by for dinner, babe. that was my mistake, no reason for you to feel embarrassed.”
you shook your head, turning your head to face him, a sly smirk painted on your lips. “well- i might forgive you for your horrendous and atrocious behavior if you give me a kiss. but only might - it heavily depends of the sort of kiss you’d-”
spinning your around in his arms, he connected your lips to his in a soft kiss, his hands resting on top of your hips, pulling you close against his body. you swear even after all those years of knowing him, jeonghan still knew how to make you feel like a lovesick girl.
he pulled away from you after a minute, smug smile tugging on the corners of his lips. “am i forgiven yet or do i need to make it up to her highness some more?”
as much as it pained you, you shoved him away, shaking your head as a tinge of red spread all over your cheeks. “hannie, please- i still have to do the dishes”, you told him, your tone apologetic as you continued to scrub the remnants of food off your good plates.
with a sigh, jeonghan leaned against the kitchen counter next to you, grabbing a towel to dry the dishes with, nudging your hip with his. “then we’ll simply have to help you get it done faster.”
a snort, “you horndog.”
he let out a breathy laugh at your playful accusation, “less talking, more cleaning.” you shook your head at that, full on giggling now.
the evening really was way more fun than you had initially expected it to be. anxiety and panic bubbling up within you, when jeonghan had let you know, with a quick text, that he’d bring his colleague from work home for dinner - not even caring to inform you which colleague he’d meant, when he’d arrive and what she should prepare. so you were left to check the fridge, frantically looking for anything that could still be considered edible, all while trying to make yourself look at least somewhat presentable.
wonwoo himself had been very understanding of the situation, apologizing profusely for imposing on your and jeonghan's evening - although you assured him again and again, that it wasn’t any trouble and you were happy to finally get to know him. you found him to be quite charming, his jokes never too crude and his stories never too long or too dull - even his compliments, never too frivalous to be considered offensive, just provocative enough to make gasp once or twice.
you felt your face heat up at the memory of it alone.
“d'you think he liked me?”, you asked, voice almost a bit too casual.
jeonghan halted in his actions, obviously taken aback by your question, “what? of course, why wouldn’t he?”
“i- i don’t know. maybe he only felt compelled to be friendly?” you paused, considering how to properly convey your feelings. “i just- want your friends to like me - is that bad?”
his brows furrowed at that, eyes staring at you with an intensity that made goosebumps run down your spine. “i actually think that it was quite obvious how into you he was."
“what? how so?” the remark was genuine, yet your husband seemed to be irritated at the audacity you had asking that question, attention now fully on you. he took a step towards you again, strong hands holding your shoulders as his mouth whispered his response, “i could see how much he wanted to fuck you, darling. how he looked at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention.”
your breath hitched at that, grinding your ass involuntarily right against jeonghan’s crotch, drawing out a low hum of approval from his lips. you shivered at the sound alone. “how - oh - did he look at me?”
“like he hated me a little bit for being married to you”, he groaned, his breath hot on your skin. “would you let him fuck you?”
usually you’d feel ashamed to even admit to such a thing, the thought of another man even kissing you repulsive enough for you to shudder in horror. yet there was something about the curiousity that lay in jeonghan's tone that piqued your interest and made your eyes roll to the back of your head, picturing wonwoo's lazy smirk and wild dark hair. your hand flew to the top of the counter, trying to steady yourself on the surface, while jeonghan was still busy grinding against you.
“would you like to watch him fuck me?”
it was as if you flipped a switch within him, feeling his fingers dig into your hips with such force you rarely saw from him outside the bedroom. he dipped his head low, pressing warm kisses to the side of your neck. “fuck, yeah i would.”
if it weren’t for the tight knot of pleasure forming in the pit of your stomach, you’d have gasped out in surprise. “wha- are you serious? don’t joke around, hannie.”
“no, absolutely”, there was no hesitance in his answer, his voice firm and sure as ever. “it’s fun to see men lust over my wife like they have a chance with you - like they can take you from me. and to see you work your - oh fuck - charm on them. you’re so incredibly hot, baby. seeing you fuck him would be so hot.”
the outline of his hardening cock against your lower backside was enough proof of the sincerity in his words. cold fingers traveled up the sides of your torso, hot ones dipped under the waistband of your pants, making you throw your head back onto his shoulder. you shuddered, the combination of the fantasy and his touch almost too much to bear. “would you let him cum inside me?”
the feeling of him rubbing your clit deliciously slow, almost made you collapse right then and there. “ahh fucking hell- yeah. want to fuck you while you’re full of his cum.”
you hissed in pleasure. “maybe wonwoo would be interested in another dinner invitation then.”
the evening went well. or so you hoped at least, but maybe that was just your anxiety seeping through the cracks once again.
wonwoo had gladly accepted your invitation to dinner, seeming almost caught off guard that you two’d want him back at your house after your last meeting. you couldn’t help but wonder if he regretted his lingering looks on you then, feeling ashamed at not masking it better - after all, your husband was an observant man. but jeonghan had only reassured you, soothing your worries with calming words and soft smiles and you did try not to worry. with an emphasis on try.
you wore your fanciest set of lingerie, hoping wonwoo would notice the lace poking out from underneath your shirt whenever you’d lean over; or that he’d take note of the small touches of your hand landing on his thigh that seemed to linger a bit too long for it to be accidents; or maybe even the fact that you’d stare at his lips with such intensity you wondered if his cheeks could grow any redder. jeonghan, of course, played the oblivious husband, too engrossed in the wine and food to pay much heed to what was happening.
it was only after han had to excuse himself, because he ‘had too much to drink’, that he shot you a quick smile as he stood from his chair. time to turn up the heat.
“uh, is it okay for me to still be here? i can leave if han isn’t feeling all too well and call myself an uber”, he said, his pupils blown wide from all the pent up tension and alcohol. you suppressed the urge to smile only with effort.
shaking your head ‘no’, you gave his shoulder a reaffirming squeeze. he really did look handsome in his dress shirt and pants, you mused. if you weren’t married you’d almost blush in the presence of such a good looking man who just so happened to be your type. “but i’m not really tired yet! my husband won’t mind me having a bit more fun until i go to bed, don’t worry.”
judging by the twitch of his hand around his wine glass and unsteady exhale, it was probably safe to say, that you got him right where you needed him. now it was just a matter of seduction and playful flirting - and fortunately enough, you’ve already used your charms more than succesfully on other men.
“do you want to move this to the sofa? way more comfortable than the dining room, don’t you agree?” the smile that tugged on your lips was sweet as you ran your hand through your hair, watching wonwoo finish the rest of his drink in one big gulp - you couldn’t help but admire the handsome profile and your mind wandered to jeonghan. hopefully he’d have as much fun watching as you��d have fucking him. wonwoo cleared his throat, “that’d be more cozy, yes.”
perfect.
his taste surprised you when your mouths finally collided - sweeter than expected. it was such a strange sensation not to have your husband’s tongue running along your lips but his friend’s. everything felt so strangely different from what you were used to - from the warmth of his embrace, to the feeling of his arms pulling you on his lap, tits squished against his tight body.
he let out a groan when you rocked your hips against his, cupping his face in your hands to really relish in having him so close underneath you. oh, you already knew you were going to have fun with him. “you feel so good - shit.”
despite the situation he was in, it was that comment that really flustered him, his eyes widening slightly at your comment. “no reason to sweet talk me anymore, i’m already hard as a fucking rock”, he said, laughing breathlessly.
as if on cue, he thrusted right up against your clothed core, forcing a surprised squeal from your lips. the friction was so delicious, you could hardly wait to feel him inside you creaming you full of his cum. you moaned out his name, grabbing a fistful of his dark hair as your husband's eyes staring at you two from the doorway across the corridor. jeonghan's gaze burning right through you as your pressed wet kisses onto wonwoo’s jawline.
“jesus fucking christ, you’re a catch”, he rasped, fingers playing with the hem of your panties. “can’t believe this is actually happening.”
your eyes met your han's, the primal lust reflecting in them only adding fuel to the fire between your legs. you ran your tongue along the shell of his ear, whimpering when the pads of his fingers finally came in contact with your aching and swollen clit. “god- wonwoo!”, you yelped, grinding down on his bulge.
his response was immediate, mouth swinging open into a perfect ‘o’ shape, the stimulation just enough to make his vision blurry. he set a merciless pace as you held onto him for dear life, hands clawing at his shoulders in a desperate attempt to not succumb to pleasure too soon. wonwoo couldn’t help but grin to himself, his ego feeling almost as well taken care of as his cock.
“you’re already so wet”, he mused, nibbling on the skin of your neck. “is that all for me?” you shuddered under jeonghan’s steady gaze, frantically nodding your head - too busy moaning and mewling to actually form a coherent sentence. you felt wonwoo twitch from under you and you knew what you’d have to do.
peeling your arms from his shoulders, you fumbled for the zipper of his pants, all too desperate to stuff you full while the love of your life was watching. he obliged rather quickly, huffing out a dark chuckle, “easy there, i’ll fuck you soon enough, don’t worry.”
suppressing the urge to roll your eyes, you instead continued to tug on the fabric, offering him a needy, big eyed pout. his resolve melted away in a heartbeat, freeing his erection from its confinements, his eyes still glued to your flushed face - you almost felt bad about how easy it was to wrap him around your finger. almost, that is.
despite telling yourself you wouldn’t, you couldn’t help but compare the angry, hard cock in front of you to your husband’s. he was thinner in length and maybe not as curved as you were used to, but by god the length. you vaguely wondered, if it’d even fit inside you - but before you could entertain the thought any longer, you felt wonwoo run his head through your folds, lubricating himself with your slick. with a tap against your clit and a wink of his eyes, he slipped his head in you and you let out a strangled gasp.
“you sure you can take me in?”, and suddenly all doubts about him fitting, were eradicated from your mind, replaced with spite alone. you managed a smile, “s- so considerate.”
with one roll of your hips, you sank down on him, the veins along his length hitting all your sweet spots, your pussy already trying to clench around the foreign sensation. it had been years since you’ve had anyone else kiss you, let alone fuck you raw, your body already accustomed to jeonghan’s - molded like clay to be his perfect other half. but this was new and exciting, and most importantly, under his supervision. pleasure was running through your veins like molten lava, making your chest heave with every thrust of his hips.
the squelching noise of your bodies moving filled the whole living room, the quiet grunts wonwoo let out only meant for your ears alone. but you didn’t take much note of any of that, chasing your high like your life depended on it, teary eyes looking for jeonghan’s face in the shadows, needing to see how well you did for him. all for him, always.
“where - umpf - can i finish?”, he asked, his fingers digging into the meat of your thighs. it almost felt like you were ripped from your trance, blinking a few times to slip back into the role of devilish seductress.
“please- inside”, his eyes almost grew double in size at your casual reply, now rutting into you with renewed vigour, balls slapping against your ass with every thrust. “how does jeonghan keep up with you, holy shit.”
and right as you slammed down on him, clit grazing his abs, you felt yourself shudder in pure ecstasy, tongue rolling out of your mouth and eyes crossing. your walls contracted around his throbbing cock, trying to force his hot cum out of him - but wonwoo endured, fucking you through your orgasm with utter concentration. his mouth latched onto your collarbone, arms wrapping around your limp body, pressing you impossibly closer.
“hnn ‘boutta cum”, he whimpered and you only mustered a faint mewl in response. “cum deep inside of you.”
“wo- wonwoo”, you saw jeonghan smile before he vanished in the dark again, heavy tears rolling down your cheeks. thick ropes of cum shot deep inside of you as his hips stuttered for the very last time, his body growing stiff around you, panting from exhaustion.
it didn’t take long until the reality of the situation slumped down on wonwok, his eyes distant and nervous as you pulled out of his embrace, your hole still oozing warm semen. he tucked his soft cock away, suddenly feeling so much less confident and smaller than before - the change in his demeanor almost deafening. yet you didn’t pay much mind to him, still trying to catch your breath.
“you probably know the way out yourself”, you said matter of factly, not trusting your legs to work properly after all that. wonwoo only managed to nod slowly, not meeting your eyes as he muttered a quick ‘goodbye’ and rushed down the corridor.
you smiled as you felt jeonghan's warm hands brush your hair out of your face, welcoming the cool sensation with a quiet hum, leaning into his touch. a chuckle erupted from him, his lips pressing a gentle kiss onto your temple. “did you have fun, love?”
your hand closed around his wrist, trying to pull him closer, still feeling somewhat needy. “hannie.”
he let himself be pulled on top of you, amazed by your flushed face and dishevelled state, his fingers tracing the lovebites his work colleague left on your cleavage. he swore he could literally feel his heart swell with pride at the sight alone. “you’re insatiable.”
you shot him a sheepish smile, rubbing yourself against his erection. “only when it comes to you.”
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This could be a seperate one shot to dismiss for being too long? But I really, really wanted the Master to do something... well, beneficial to others, not exactly selfless... so I ended up throwing in Cthulhu on Premiere League finals (bless John Simm and his love for Manchester United)
London's streets were oddly empty, even for the standards of Premier League's finals (Manchester United vs. Liverpool FC). The Tesco cashier hardly looking up from their phone while checking him out was a bit odd, but well. Maybe the match was really good, the Doctor thought, walking happily towards Temple-Nobles' house. It was good for humans to transfer their needs of competition and presitge on something as fundamentally harmless as sport, he supposed. Watching people turning everything into art was always a pleasure. Maybe the Doctor would even sit down in front of the telly for the last few minutes. He didn't really care much for football, but quality game was quality game. He wondered if Donna, Rose and Sylvia were watching, too, if it was that good. Shaun and the Master were watching anyway, that was sure.
Things between the Doctor and the Master were... good, these past few months since Donna's birthday. Him developing an interest for something as non-hostile as football was just the tip of the iceberg. The not talking treatment the Doctor was getting at first was definitely gone, the two of them became Rose's sculptures primary reviewers, and maybe they weren't holding hands while out shopping, but shopping together they did. And neither of them ever acknowledged it, but each time they needed to sleep, the other would surreptitiously crawl into the other's bed, only to continue not ackowledging it in the morning. On one memorable occasion, which involved Shaun heading out for a "boys and boys-presenting only" weekend trip, Donna crawled in between them, too, and woke up very much not eaten or otherwise injured.
So yes, things were good.
- So, what's the result? - the Doctor asked cheerfully no one in particular as he entered the house. No one, in particular or general, answered.
- That intense? - he spoke again, this time to Shaun, expected, and Rose and Sylvia, unexpected, glued to the TV screen. They all shushed him, without so much as a glance. The Doctor frowned and turned to the screen as well.
- And now, after the ad break, we return to what the Internet has already dubbed the Lovecraft Finals - the speaker stated from the BBC studio. The Doctor frowned even harder. - To remind all our respected viewers, during the Premier League final match between Manchester United and Liverpool FC, a giant antropomorphic octopus appeared on the pitch and ate one of assitant referees-
- What?!!! - the Doctor exclaimed, and was again shushed by Temple-Nobles.
- - leaving the referee Evelyn Bhait to try an get the situation under control.
The speaker and his studio was replaced by a video of a giant, if somewhat transluscent, antropomorphic octopus emerging in the middle of the football pitch, and picking up one of linesmen and shoving them into its tentacled mouth. A loud shriek was followed by a whole stadium of camera flashes. The creature then garbled out some noises that could only be described as "something between bubbles and a tsunami" and stretched its hands - and wings - to the sky.
- Why isn't anyone doing anything?!!!! - the Doctor exclaimed, getting Shaun and Rose to groan in irritation and move closer to the telly, but at least Sylvia was as outspoken as ever.
- They are doing something, you know! - the old woman chastised him. - Security even tried to evacuate the stadium, but no one in the audience would move until the match is over. Can't say I blame them, this looks like an obvious trick by Liverpool*, better to watch until the end. Also, the referee tried to show that thing a red card, except she can't until she knows its name... And of course, they need to find another assistant referee... And time for my Finish Line is in just seven minutes!
*At 67th minute, when the creature appeared, Liverpool was loosing 2:3.
- WHAT?! - the Doctor exclaimed even louder. This was usually the point where he would give some well-meaning in a long run criticism of human nature, but he had a strange feeling this had less to do with human nature than British culture.
- Breaking news! - the speaker announced - With UNIT technology, it was possible to translate what the AO - you get it, AO? - he winked - has said!
The screen was filled with unmoving spikes on top and a moving dot on the bottom.
- I am Cthulhu, the Great One - a robotic voice followed the dot - and I have been summoned by your excitement and frustration! I shall now feast upon them until I become whole again and end the reign of human on the planet that is rightfully mine and my bretheren's!
The speaker reappeared on the screen.
- With that terrific news, I now connect you to Jill, our pitch correspondent! - the screen got divided between the studio speaker and a live correspondent.
- Thank you, James! - the correspondent, Jill, stated - Yes, this is terrific news, indeed, as now referee Bhait can finally show Cthuhlu its due red card, and there she isssss, whistling at the creature with a red card!
The screen was now showing a dark skinned athletic woman jogging with a whistle in her mouth and a red card in her hand. A bar reading "Cthulhu" now appeared at the bottom, with a red square soon following.
- But what is that?!!!!! - Jill shouted. - The AO, great name, James, seems unbothered and is nowhere near leaving the pitch! In fact - AAAA! - it's picking up referee Bhait and bringing her close to its mouth!...
- WON'T ANYBODY DO ANYTHING?!!!! - the Doctor yelled and looked around for the TARDIS. She wasn't there in the garden. - Where's my TARDIS? - he followed with a note of panic in his voice. And then he realised something else. - Where's Donna?! WHERE'S THE MASTER?!!!!
Rose only shushed him again and pointed to the screen while placing a crisp in her mouth. A thrumming noise was barely audible.
- But the day's surprises are not over yet, James! What is that, a police box?! - Jill exclaimed as the TARDIS materialized on the pitch of London Stadium. The door flung open. - Another two unwarranted people enter the pitch! It's a... a redhead in a bathrobe! And mud mask! And a short, round faced man in Manchester colours and a hoodie! - Jill continued, while the Doctor wailed to no one's notice. - They are carrying megaphones! And the redhead has some kind of... remote control? Can't tell from here, play the sounds from the pitch, James!
The correspondent's too calm, all things considered, commentary was replaced first by the shouts of the audience, frantic whistling of the referee, and bubbling noises of Cthulhu, and then by a voice which could only belong to the Master.
- Hey, you there, squid face! Cooee! - the Time Lord (in Rose's handmade bunny slippers) was shouting through the megaphone, taking Cthulu's attention away from the terrified referee in its grasp. - Yes, down here, you giant waste of emotional energy! Listen here. I am the Master, and I. want. to. finish. watching. my. Premier League. finals!
- And I am Donna Noble! - Donna's voice yelled through the other megaphone. - And I don't give a damn about football, but my mom wants to watch her favourite quiz show and you're disrupting BBC's schedule!
The AO let out a series of bubbling noises.
- Yeah, yeah, I get it! Admire, if anything! But pick some other time! Winter Olympics, they're boring as *BEEP* - BBC's vulgarities muting mechanism was apparently working well.
Another series of bubbling noises.
- Oh yeah?! Well - the Master produced a corresponding series of bubbling noises, which was fortunate for all the audience, but unfortunate for the Doctor who did not cover his ears in time to avoid the TARDIS translating what the Time Lord said. Suffice to say, it involved Cthulhu's mother.
Cthulhu roared, and for a moment it lost all of its transluscence as it shoved towards Donna and the Master.
- Now, Donna! - the Master yelled and Donna directed the "remote control" towards the eldritch creature. In a moment, it shrunk until it was slightly smaller than the ball beside it. The stadium roared as the two humanoid figures embraced each other like football players after a goal. The Doctor let out a breath he didn't realise he was holding.
- Oh my Lord in heavens, did you see that, Jill?!!! - James yelled from the studio, which erupted in its own share of joyful roars.
- Yes, I did see that, James! Cthulhu has been turned into a pet squid! - Jill answered as, at the corner of the screen, Donna picked the creature up into a fishbowl. The Master was doing a triumphant jog around the pitch, ending in an equally triumphant fall on his knees, arms spread wide, while cameras were flashing. Jill and, apparently, the cameraperson, ran towards Donna before she could reach the TARDIS. - Ms? Hey, ms! - the correpondent shouted. - Could you tell us a bit about what just happened?
- What? Oh, yes - Donna placed the aquarium carefully on the grass and turned to the stabilized camera. - Is my hair alright? - she turned to the correpondent, apparently not caring for the dry greenish brown mud on her face.
- Yes, it looks great! But what just happened?!
- Well, the Ma- I mean my friend's friend Harry, was watching the match with my husband, Shaun - hello, dear! - she waved to the camera and Shaun waved back, laughing - were watching the match. I never cared much for football myself, but, boys will be boys as they say, but suddenly they both started yelling, that is yelling louder than usual, so I come into the living room, and there's this giant squid on the pitch, talking about how she's going to feast on people's emotions, but the Ma- Harry won't have it, Manchester was winning, thank you very much - Shaun is for Liverpool, by the way - and so he drags me to the TA- the disappearing police box over there, because he can't fly it, you see, the Do- my friend John biolocked it against him, and says "get us over there!" and see, my mom wanted to watch the Finish Line at the usual hour, so of course I agreed, won't let some stupid football match change her schedule! and he keeps talking about the stupid Sensorite ruining his fun and picks up the tissue compresor and two megaphones, and I'm like "but I know of Sensorites, they're very peaceful!" and he goes "and Time Lords are very not into football, yet here we are" - Donna's imitation of the Master would have to be kept hidden away from him for all eternity - and I say, "so Cthulhu, he's like a renegade Sensorite?" and he's like "she's like a renegade Sensorite, yes", so I go, "she?", and he says "yes, she, what, do you also think she was talking in only one modality?", and I say nothing, so he scoffs and goes "these things feed on emotions, so no wonder she got attracted to a Premier League final match, what with all the remote ways to watch it you now have, but she's still technically dead, so she first needs to suck in all that excitement to become corporal, so the plan is, we piss her off just enough for her to become tangible and blast her with the good old tissue compressor and voila, a pet eldrich squid! You handle the compressor, BUT DON'T BREAK IT, I know how to piss off Sensorites better than you", and I say "hang on, but doesn't that thing kill things?", and he goes "much as it would please me to put you in the moral dilemma of choosing between the whole of your species and an eldritch squid from another planet, ms Noble-", he's a right bastard, make no mistake, "- I'm afraid not. She's not exactly alive, waits dreaming or whatever, so my baby will only make her very, very small, but still as alive as the emotion goo can keep you alive. Then just put her in a teleempathy-proof fishbowl" - here he produced one - "and Rose will have a pokemon she won't even have to feed!", hello, Rose, you're getting a pet! - Donna picked up the aquarium with a rather angry but very much alive Cthlulhu, the Now-Not-Exactly-Great One, and Rose waved back, and whistled with her fingers.
The Doctor didn't even want to guess what his face was doing. Probably something similar to Jill's, but for different reasons.
- Uuuuhhhh, ok, right, thank you, ms Noble, that explains everything, but what is this?! - the correspondent turned to something she was more familiar with. - The referee is showing a yellow card to the Master! He took off his shirt, so it seems right, but he's not happy about it!
The screen was now showing a, indeed, shirtless Master arguing with the referee while she tried to calm him down. A bar at the bottom now read "Harold Ansox", followed by a yellow square. The Time Lord was very much not having it, but Donna ran over and tried to deescalate the situation, just like a fellow club member calming another down. The Master added some muted yells and obscene gestures, but allowed himself to be dragged to the TARDIS by Donna. By the end he was even making friendlier gestures at the audience. Once the two of them, along with Cthulhu the Pet Squid, were on board, the ship dematerialized.
- Well, that sure was exciting! - James was saying with somewhat unusual excitement in the BBC studio. - But what is that? Referee Bhait is ending the match!!! A rematch will be due soon, but for now the match is over! The members of both teams are exstatic! Hugging one another, club or no club! This, ladies, gentlemen, and variations thereof, is what football is about! Competition, but with respect and love! I think we should almost thank Cthulhu for reminding us of this! Take it over, Alex!
- Yes, a lovely picture - a disinterested voice droned. - We thank all the viewers of BBC for being with us on this fantastic occasion. But now, for some competition completely void of respect and love - The Finish Line! After the ad break, of course.
Sylvia clapped her hands in joy at the news her favourite quiz show would start on schedule, after all, while in the garden the TARDIS materialized. Donna was first to appear in the door, but was carefully carrying a fishbowl with a renegade Sensorite inside, so she got pushed aside by the Master.
- Oi, watch it! - she shouted, while Cthulhu clutched onto small rocks for last bits of her dignity.
- Oi, watch it yourself! - the Master shouted back and strolled quickly to the telly. - And what the fuck is that? - he asked at the sight of a man explaining why the tampons he uses are better than others.
- The ad break! - Sylvia informed cheerfully. - I really must thank you, I can't stand it when The Finish Line is off schedule! - the old woman turned to the screen and turned off her hearing aid, just in case.
The Doctor ran over to Donna once she put down Cthulhu, the Great One, and hugged her tight.
- Are you alright? - he asked while the Master was raging at the telly and threatening referee Bhait with being eaten for dinner.
- Yeah, yeah, I'm fine - she answered, and didn't even have the good sense to sound relieved. She pulled away from him and smiled brightly. - Guess you had a point, he makes a good show if nothing else.
The unnamed Time Lord in question stormed by them, still shouting that he's going back and eating that damn referee, can share with Cthulhu if she really wants, but so help him Rassilon, Manchester was winning, and Donna snorted.
- Better go after him, you know.
The Doctor swallowed, nodded, and followed the other Time Lord into the TARDIS.
- I don't give a fuck about your biolocks! - the Master was yelling at the console, still in the Manchester United hoodie and bunny slippers. - You are taking me back there or I'll turn you into a paradox machine again!
The TARDIS remained unmoved by the Master's threats while the Doctor closed the door and crossed the ramp towards the console at a steady but brisk pace. He grabbed the Master's arm firmly.
- Well, guess what- what, no I was just threatening her, you know I even can't do any of- that Master was cut off as the Doctor pressed him hard to his chest, burying his face in the other's shoulder. Centuries of pain, years of bliss, and now this. He never felt happier in his long, long life.
- I'm also not actually going to eat that stupid referee, just scare her a bit-
- I love you - the Doctor said, just loud enough to sound firm. The Master tried to jerk away.
- OK, that's too much, I will just bribe her if that's what you want-
- Stop it. I love you.
The Master went still. Unnaturally still. His arms were stiff along his body. The Doctor didn't care. He hugged him tighter.
- No, you don't.
- Yes, I do.
- Liar.
- Not now.
- Take it back - the Master almost wailed and succeeded in pushing himself away from the Doctor enough to look at his face. The other Time Lord allowed it, but still held him firm. There was something resembling fear in the Master's face.
- I won't. I never will - the Doctor cupped the Master's face gently, while his other hand remained steadfast on his waist.
- You're only saying this because I did something nice! - the younger - much, much younger - Time Lord squeeked.
- Yes, but no - the Doctor smiled, brushing his thumb again the salt-and-pepper goatee. - Yes, it is hard for me to say. But I mean always. I love you - he repeated, lowering his hand to now hold the back of the Master's head. There were tears in both of the Time Lords' eyes, but only one would ever admit to them. - I love you, truly and deeply. Now and always. Over whatever you've done or will do - the Doctor swallowed, as a flash of ruined Gallifrey appeared in his mind - I love you.
The Master swallowed.
- I'm not saying it back - he spat, his voice defiant despite the wetness.
- You don't have to.
- I hate you - the Master spat again, though it sounded like he meant the opposite. Or not the opposite. Just the negation. The same force in the other direction.
- I know - the Doctor murmured and gently pressed against the back of his best enemy's head.
The foreheads met first and they both gasped softly. Connecting in thoughts was one thing. They had to do it for exams with all sorts of people who had little interesting to share. Connecting in feelings, quite another.
Their lips touched in a stupid, romanticized remnant of mammal parents passing chewed food into their offsprings' mouths. The Master's hands became flexible enough to touch the Doctor's back, unsure at first, but then grabbing like onto a lifebuoy. The kiss oscilated between passionate and gentle, angry and loving, playful and dead serious, and neither of them wanted to end it.
The lighting in the console room became warmer. The jukebox turned on of its own accord.
I tried to find her cause I can't resist her
I never knew just how much I missed her
Sorrow, sorrow...
- Oooh, damn that stupid ship of yours!!! - the Master groaned, but didn't really pull away.
The Doctor only laughed, and again pressed his temple to the other Time Lord's. The Master did not pull away. Not for the life of him, this or any other.
#doctor who#doctor who fanfiction#thoschei#doctor x master#best enemies#saxteen#fourteenth doctor#simm!master#love how the whole saxteen circus decided *tesco*#tensimm#old men tensimm#saxteen retirement au
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Let You Break My Heart Again (Alternate Ending)
Summary: You are jealous. You hate how Vash talks to every woman he sees. You hate how he flirts with every woman he sees. Yet, you aren’t even dating, so why should it matter?
Warnings: broken heart, insecurity
a/n: This is another ending to my last Vash fic where reader realizes what he’s doing. Once again, I don’t think Vash would do this but I was stuck on ideas so we get manwhore Vash who’s kinda a dick to the reader (but without realizing it).
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Why did you cry?
Why did Vash’s very stereotypical flirting with every woman he sees make you cry? You had no clue.
I mean, you couldn’t be in love with him he was your best friend. The man you told all of your worst secrets to. The man you would talk to every night into the next day. The man you would sing with, share songs with. The man you would cry to on your worst days and who you would cheer up on his worst days.
Then it hit you.
You weren’t just upset.
You were jealous.
Jealous that you weren’t the one Vash was flirting with. The one he could make laugh. The one he was interested in.
The one he loved.
You didn’t hear the door open through your crying and thoughts, but you heard his voice.
“Y/n? Are you okay?” He said.
Ah crap. Vash came back to the hotel. You hastily wipe your tears away.
“Y-yeah, I’m okay Vash. What’s up?” You say shakily, refusing to look at him with your tear filled eyes.
“Oh, we’ll I just noticed you walked back in and thought i’d go check up on you!” He said as he sat down. “Sorry, I was hanging out with a total babe when you went back in so i kinda lost track of time hehe!” He says as he rubs the back of his neck. You felt the tears fill your eyes and silently spill out before you could stop it. He noticed.
“Y/n, is something wrong? Are you hurt?” He asks very concerned. You still refuse to look at him.
“Y/n, look at me,” he says as he grabs your chin to turn your head towards him. Your eyes are red after crying and tears still fill the brim of your eyes.
“Are you okay?” He asks.
You take a deep breath and say,
“Yeah. Yeah i’m okay. Just a little tired that’s all.” Hoping he would just leave you in peace and go on about his life. But he doesn’t leave. He stays there, just looking at you. His eyes locked into yours until he moves.
Towards your lips.
His lips clash against yours and you’re in shock. You eyes are wide open, but you push him away. Fuming with anger you look at him. He looks back so confused.
“Y/n what happened? I- I thought you loved me?” He says.
“Oh so you knew? But didn’t think to say anything? O-or maybe try to see what you were doing was totally wrong and kind of a dick move? Knowing that I had feelings for you?” You say, venom lacing your usually bubbly voice.
“But-”
“But what Vash! Why would you go out of your way to make me jealous and hurt, knowing that I had feelings for you! It’s like you’re so oblivious that you don’t think about anyone but yourself!” You yell. He looks at you, a little hurt. You sigh.
“I- I’m gonna take a shower now so, if you wouldn’t mind leaving that would be fantastic,” you say, gesturing towards the door. He gets up and tries to give a smile. You don’t smile back. He gets the message and leaves.
“Vash,” you start, he turns around,
“whatever I was to you, it’s over. I don’t know if I was a toy or friend or someone you just wanted to hurt but I-I’m done.” You say. His eyes grow wide.
“Y/n, please! I never meant to hurt you I swear I- please, give me another chance.” He pleads. You give him a small kiss and close the door. You silently cry as you lost your best friend. You hear his small cries through the door.
“But I’d let you break my heart again.”
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“I feel that if I'm to get back on the grid, I honestly believe I'll be a better version of myself. A more mature, experienced, complete version."
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Daniel loves Monaco.
He bloody loves driving here - the bumps, the thrill, the unforgiving walls, the low grip, the risk. He loves how it demanded complete mastery because there is no room for mistake at Monaco - you miss and you’re in the wall.
He’s had the highest of highs and the lowest of lows here. He doesn’t think anything will ever compare to winning here. The fucking elation, the sheer disbelief that he’d done it as he had nursed his car over the line, that feeling of invincibility as he’d stood on the halo of his car - yeah, he doesn’t think he’ll ever feel that way ever again.
You needed to be ballsy to win here, and at one time, he used to have the balls to get closer to the wall than most others dared. What was it that Vid had texted him before the race last year? You were once wild here. Don’t let them tame you.
Yeah right, he hadn’t only been tamed but he’d been beaten into submission, stripped raw to the bones. Monaco last year was when things pretty much went to shit. After that crash, he’d realised things were getting away from him and McLaren, they weren’t really interested in helping him out.
He's happy now, he repeats to himself. He doesn't stay up all night thinking about what he could have done differently anymore. He's made peace with all the what has beens and all the could have beens, but today standing at the back of the Red Bull garage, all the coping phrases his therapist has given him feel pretty meaningless.
Because as he watches the mechanics put the cars through the final checks, Max and Checo standing off to the side, race suit hanging off their waist, listening to whatever their engineers are saying, all he felt was jealousy.
That should have been him. That should have been him.
You shall not covet your neighbour's house, that's what he had learnt a long time ago in Sunday school. Yet he can feel the jealousy, the envy run hot through his veins, bubbling like lava, corroding his flesh away, leaving a pulsing gaping hole inside of him.
He misses that moment of clarity he used to get before a race, that brief moment just before the lights go out, when he is alone in the car and the constant noise in his mind would stop. He craves that rush, that high he can only ever get from racing. Like an addict in withdrawal, he's convinced that the trembling in his limbs would stop if he can just get in the car again. Maybe, maybe, if he can just get in the car one more time, he'll feel whole again.
He wishes he could turn back time. Go back to 2018, with Simon in his ear, coaching him as they picked cars apart one by one with the clinical precision of a sniper. He wants to be that Daniel again, the one who could come from a long way back and still make the move stick. He yearns for that feeling he used to get when he would make an overtake. He yearns to feed on the terror of the other drivers when they used to see him in their mirrors.
Daniel thinks that's how predators feel like when they sink their teeth into their prey and the warm blood gushes out - sustenance, breath of life, a necessity to survive. That hunger now made the muscles in his belly spasm, like if he doesn't feed it soon, the chasm inside of him will deepen.
The hand on his shoulder felt heavy. Christian.
That's another thing Daniel wishes could go back to how it was in the past, his relationship with Christian. Daniel doesn't know how he should feel towards him. He is grateful that Christian basically created this role for him, but he is also resentful of him. He hadn't been golden enough for Christian to fight for back then. Hadn’t been perfect enough. Hadn’t had what Max apparently had. Maybe if Christian had taken his side against Helmut, had fought for him to stay, he would never had left Red Bull and he would never had ended up at McLaren.
Daniel can sense the concern in Christian's gaze. Has he somehow let on about what he's been thinking? People rarely look beyond the smile, but if there is someone who knows him better than himself, it is Christian.
"We've had some bloody good races here, haven't we?" Christian looks back at Daniel, and the smile on his face is knowing, almost calculated.
Daniel licks his dry lips, almost tasting the metallic taste of blood. He looks on as the cars left the garage to line up on the grid.
Next time, it will be him in that car.
He turns back to Christian, his head tilted up as if to say I'm ready. He smiles, not his usual sunny smile but the one that Christian knows belongs to the Daniel who once punched a hole in the wall of his driver room.
"Yes, we have."
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Christmas like no other - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Summary: after a blizzard messes up the plane schedules, you're stuck on Christmas Eve at the airport. Fortunately, you run into Spencer, however his reason to be stranded is a lot more serious than yours.
Tags: Light angst, comfort, fluff
A/N: Wrote this one as part of the comfort challenge (it was so much fun) by @imagining-in-the-margins,
People who enjoy travelling seem to have their lives together. Apparently never out of money, visiting only the most beautiful places, and meeting the most interesting of people. What they never tell you about, though, is the time wasted at customs, the horrible nights of sleep at the airports and, of course, the never-ending pain of having your flight moved, or worse, cancelled.
You stared at the painful blue screen for what seemed like an eternity, checking over and over to confirm that your eyes were not deceiving you. They weren’t, that was your flight number, your airline, and your destination with the word “CANCELLED” spelled in bright red typography. December 24th, the worst yet only day you were available to travel due to your round-the-clock work at the BAU. You were going home, as tradition marked, to spend with your family, but even if it wasn’t the year event you enjoyed the most, it was certainly better than spending it alone at the airport, with every store closed, and caged in due to the thick winter blizzard that decided to, rather literally, rain on your parade.
You figured you would look for shelter somewhere around the terminal. To your demise, the only living creatures that were up and about were the equally miserable airport desk workers, a couple of foreigners in the same situation as you, and Spencer Reid in the corner. Hold on, was that right? As you scanned the area you spotted a familiar figure in the background, crouched over a book while sitting on the cold tile floor with nothing but his trusty leather bag laying by his side.
“No way!” you yelled from across the area as you walked in his direction “What are you doing here, Reid?”
The mention of his name took him aback, and his eyes and ears were battling to see what he would process first: your voice or your smiling face. You could see the utterly confused expression that had taken over him, and it wasn’t until you were just a few steps from where he was seated that he realized who he was looking at.
“Hey!” he yelled back with excitement. After a second, he rushed to stand up and wrap his arms around you in a tight embrace. The warmth of his body was soothing, and so you happily returned the gesture. You did notice, however, that it was a little tighter and longer than usual, the same way you would grip a plank of wood if you were stranded in the sea. “What are you doing here?” he asked once he pulled back.
“I asked first. Was your flight cancelled, too?” you mentioned.
You observed how his lips pursed at your words, yet his head nodded in agreement to the question you shot at him. “Haven’t been able to get a cab because of the storm. I figured I would wait around until the streets were clear.” He answered.
“Stuck on the same boat, huh?” you said with a disappointed expression, the sentence was mostly to yourself, but a smile crept through his tired face, and for a second you thought maybe the situation wasn’t so bad. You looked at the time, 9:00 p.m., no news from the weather forecast which meant the blizzard would probably continue for a while “might as well find a way to get the best out of the situation, don’t you think?”
His eyes narrowed questioningly “what do you mean?” he inquired.
“Let’s make ourselves a Christmas Eve dinner!” you blurted out the proposal, ridiculous as it might have sounded, without much thought, but the mere idea of turning such a disastrous night into something at least tolerable began to make you bubble with excitement.
“I already took a lap around the terminal. Because of the holidays, and the raging blizzard, everything is closed.” he argued “There are only vending machines.”
“Then vending machine dinner it is.” you told him resolutely “Come on, let’s do this, I’ll take the west, you take east, find whatever looks appetizing, dinner, entrées, dessert, drinks, and meet me back here in fifteen minutes, deal?”
You didn’t give him enough time to agree with your proposal before you were darting towards the nearest food section. Unfortunately for you, you didn’t catch the stunned, what-the-hell-just-happened, adorable expression that he made as you disappeared from his sight, at last, he complied to your suggestion and went out on a retrieval adventure of his own.
You gathered what you thought would sound good: couple of ham and cheese baguettes, some salt and vinegar chips, grape juice to simulate wine, and chocolate bars for dessert. It made you feel silly for a second, pretending to have a Christmas dinner with a coworker in the middle of a desolate airport, but the overwhelming joy of that person being Spencer Reid shortly overtook those feelings.
Spencer and you always had that will-they-won’t-they dynamic. Everyone around the office knew, hell, even the two of you knew, but life was never that easy, or kind, to allow the two of you to meet in such a way. The romantic feelings were unspoken, sure, but the fraternal love was there. He had your back, you had his, physically and emotionally, and the intimacy that had emerged from sharing difficult field tasks with him created an unwavering bond, one that you would put before any romantic interest, even if that meant never knowing what could have been.
Reid was struggling on his own way, just his luck that out of anyone in the office youwould have been the one to meet him here. Ironically, if he were to have that fairytale ‘you find me when I’m at my lowest, and you make it better without knowing’ moment, he always figured, and wished, it would have been with you; and now here you were, showing up out of the blue when his heart felt the most lonely. He did not believe in fate, but probabilities sure were being kind to him.
Salted potato chips, bunch of packaged chocolate muffins, some milk, and a salad bowl that did not look fresh even though the machine had stated specifically the contrary. He hugged everything together to his chest and headed back to the spot you had both agreed on. He could see you at the end of the wall, you had pulled out, of your suitcase, a fluffy coat to lay it on the floor, simulating a picnic blanket. There was a fulfilling sensation in his chest as he did so, followed by a wave of sorrow that he couldn’t quite describe. Without desire to uncover what that emotion might be, he decided to head over to where you were seating.
The two of you laid your gatherings on the fabric beneath you and began to inspect the elegant selection of meals.
“Oh, good, you found actual food” he said as he grabbed one of the sandwiches.
“This has got to be the darkest lettuce I have ever seen, there are so many brown spots.” you had taken the transparent plastic bowl to try and figure out what was inside it.
“Right?” he let out a chuckle “those black spots are caused by the release of ethylene, which is technically not harmful for the body and merely a cosmetic issue, but I still think we should take as many leaves as we can out of the salad, however it’s still fit for human consumption”
You looked at him with doubtful eyes, but immediately decided to believe him “hey, you’re the chemistry PhD, if you say it won’t kill us, then I put my faith in you” as you let the bowl back down, another odd-looking item on his side caught your attention “what’s the milk for?”
“Oh!” he let out with excitement “I was watching a molecular food documentary the other day and I saw one of the chefs make mashed potatoes out of some milk, crushed salted potato chips, and butter, so I thought I might try it. Did you know your average potato chip has basically all the same ingredients as a basic mashed potato side dish? Minus the milk, of course.”
He noticed your dumbfounded expression and laughed quietly, immediately he made a signal with his hand for you to wait and see what he was about to do. You watched, with obvious distrust, as he began to crush the chips inside the still sealed package, he took his time to have the pieces as small as possible, and after a couple minutes you saw, with horror, how he poured some of the milk inside the bag.
“Have a taste” he offered the open bag in your direction.
“Why don’t you go first, and once I know it’s safe, I’ll take a bite” you playfully answered him.
He faked an offended expression and took the fork included with the salad bowl to gather some of his creation and slip it into his mouth. “It’s good” he said with an unwavering expression.
You raised an eyebrow, your attention fully focused on trying to read his micro expressions, the second he showed disgust you were going to be out of his little experiment, but to your surprise he kept the same stern face the entire time. Curious enough about the results, you decided to mimic his actions, the fork soon landing some of the yellowish product in your mouth.
You made a grimace the second it touched your tongue. “No, it’s not!” you scoffed in his direction.
“It’s not.” he let out another laugh while watching you struggle to get rid of the taste with just a grape-flavored juice box.
You quarreled light-heartedly about the invention for a bit and then your conversation went into all types of directions while you dined. The show you were both watching at the same time, the weird fetish of last case’s unsub, the inappropriate thing Garcia said at Rossi’s a week ago during the department’s Christmas Party. You could talk about anything, and everything, and you loved that so.
“By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask, did you drop your luggage off somewhere? Haven’t seen you with a suitcase.” in between chatter you decided to ask.
Guilt washed over you when you witnessed all sense of brightness disappear from his face, a sorrowful and trouble expression replacing it. You knew your comment had hit a nerve, without you being aware said nerve even existed, and had brought up a memory he was trying to avoid your entire night.
“The one I brought with me probably just landed in Las Vegas.” he admitted, his sight dropped to fix on his fumbling fingers instead.
“What are you talking about?” you spurt out with a surprised tone.
“I didn’t really miss my flight; it was actually at 4.” It took him a second, and some clearing of his throat, to continue talking, his eyes never looking back up to yours “I checked-in my bag, and I was ready to go through security, that’s when my mom’s nurse called. She was having a really bad day with the, uh, with the Alzheimer’s, and she suggested it was better if I didn’t see her today, if I waited until tomorrow to visit.” His tone was unstable, he was struggling to keep his emotions at bay.
“Spencer, I’m so sorry.” you offered him a heartfelt sentiment.
His head finally raised to be able to lock sights with you. “She put her on the phone, she couldn’t remember the day it was, or that we even made plans to spend it together, because she didn’t recognize my voice. She didn’t know who I was.” his voice had traces of shame in them. “I couldn’t get on the plane, I didn’t know where else to go, I knew you were travelling, Hotch is with his family, and so is everyone else; I just sat down, frozen, and by the time I tried to go back home the streets had already been closed down.”
You took a second to move the wrappers and containers out of the way, you would take care of them later, to be able to sit right next to him, your shoulders pressing together. Your back rested against the cold wall of the building, and your hand darted out to take his in a firm, supportive grip.
“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked in a soft tone, your head tilted to look up at him.
He returned the gaze “It’s an incurable, degenerating disease, what is there to talk about?” he snarked.
“How it makes you feel, and how isolating that can be.” you knew to be patient when he was hurting, he could get cold and piercing, but it was momentary, his kind-hearted nature always thrived at the end.
You didn’t receive an answer right away, instead his eyes seemed to scan your face, you felt a light squeeze on your hand, and watched as his nose began to redden. “I just thought I had a bit more time.”
Your free limb reached to grab the nape of his neck and gently guide him towards your shoulder. He nested his sobbing face in the crook of your neck, and you could hear the quiet gasps he was letting out against your blouse. You left him there, your head resting against his, your hand unmoving as your thumb rubbed the back of his soothingly, just allowing him to let out what he had probably been holding for a very long time, there on that Christmas Eve, in that nearly empty airport terminal.
“Attention to all passengers, the meteorology services have restored air traffic, please refer to your airlines for inquires about cancelled flights”.
You didn’t notice when you dozed off, and the loud announcement on the intercom woke the two of you up. You looked around in a daze and blushed when you noticed your fingers intertwined together; you must have done that in your sleep. You looked at the time once again, it was midnight. Gently, you tugged on your friend’s hand, unwilling to let go unless he did so.
“Hey, Reid,” you started, trying to get his still very much sleepy brain going “Merry Christmas.”
A wide, tired smile appeared on his face and he returned the tug without letting go either “Merry Christmas.” neither of you moved an inch from your places, your gazes locked together, just enjoying the fact that, even if you didn’t spend it with the people you expected, you still got to enjoy Christmas with someone you loved by your side. “Thank you for dinner, and for everything you have done for me, and I just don’t mean tonight. I hope to, one day, be able to repay you.”
“Nonsense. You would do the same for me.” you tried to diminish the praising.
“I would do anything for you.” his serious expression sent a tingling sensation toward your stomach, and you could feel your face redden. “Come on,” he continued as he stood up, using his still tangled hand to help you “you might still catch a flight home.”
“What will you do, though? the only way out here is flying. The streets are probably going to be closed until morning.” you argued as you stood up.
“I don’t see any point in going to Nevada now.” his tone had gotten back to normal “I’ll just spend the rest of the night here.”
“Or…” your tone was slightly suggesting “do you want to spend Christmas morning with my family?”
The widening of his eyes let you know that the proposal took him by surprise, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t curious about the people that you grew around “I-I don’t even have a suitcase.” hestuttered a bit when he answered.
“Pretty sure you would fit in my dad’s old clothes” you joked.
He took a second to consider, even if you were just kidding, spending the rest of his free time with you did seem like a nice way to celebrate the holidays. “Okay.” he finally let out.
“Okay?!” you asked in awe “Hell yes!” you subsequently yelled out.
“I didn’t know I made such great company” he said with a chuckle “You sure it’s a good idea?”
“Oh, Spencer, you don’t know, you are saving my life right now.” you pretended to tear up “This year, it will be my cousin getting the ‘when are you bringing home a man?’ questions.” you began to skip towards the check-in desk, mind you with your suitcase and coat left behind.
Reid shook his head amusedly as he gathered your stuff to follow after you, his smile not once leaving his expression. Maybe, just maybe, he would take this opportunity to finally make his move.
#mentioningmargins#i just said this morning that i wouldn't do this challenge and now look at me#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid/reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid fanfic#criminal minds fanfic#mine
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could i request an armin x reader where its like a hurt/comfort after what happened to sasha, but maybe mc got injured too? stray bullet maybe but she survives? and just armin having to deal with losing a friend and also almost losing his s/o
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Armin x Reader
Spoilers for Season 4 Below
Canon Universe
Established Relationship
Concept: see request above!
Summary: Sasha has collapsed at your feet, red pooling around her trembling body, shock startling the fading light in her eyes, and your chest hurts. Your heart is pulsing, disbelief clouding the ache you feel at watching your friend bleed out in front of you. It doesn't occur to you that the pain may be something else, that you'd been standing right behind her, that there was an exit wound leaking red onto the floor, but no other indication of where the bullet has gone. None of that occurs to you, not until you meet Armin's devastated stare.
Warnings: angst, description of injuries, blood, canonical character death, dissociation, panic (If I missed anything, please let me know)
A/N: Sorry this one took so long! I still have a list of requests to get to (mostly Levi), but I loved working with Armin for the first time. If you're interested in making a request, check out my submission guidelines for more info!
Losing comrades is hardly a foreign concept at this point in your career. Now with years of experience in the Survey Corps, you've watched the untimely ends of dozens of friends and fighters in this war. Devastating and violent deaths that haunt you at night and leak into the corners of an idle mind on slower days when you're left to think. You're disturbingly used to picking up the severed limbs of your fellow soldiers, to the heartbreaking cries of a widow or tragedy stricken parents or an orphaned child, to the empty caskets at funerals. Pools of blood hardly require a second glance anymore.
But this...this is different. Wrong and impossible in a way those other losses hadn't been.
Sasha is at your feet. Kind, smiling, always craving a snack Sasha with her wild hair and wilder attitude, is spilling red across your boots.
Nothing makes sense. She'd been standing, just a second ago, she'd been standing right in front of you, grinning and asking about dinner. There'd been a commotion at the back of the airship, a loud popping sound you know was a gunshot, and then your world fell apart.
Death by bullet is a strange concept to you. Something so small, so opposite of the larger than life cannibals you're used to, ripping through the plush of Sasha's abdomen and exploding in a mist of red out her back. Agony erupts between your ribs at the sight, lungs filling with anguish. You don't quite understand bullets, without motives or morals or orders to follow, just tiny metal beads at the mercy of their maker.
There's screaming all around you, and in some far off corner of your mind you register the battalion of soldiers stomping on the child that pulled the trigger. You can't bring yourself to look away from the blood speckling your hands, just as sticky and wet and warm on your cheeks like tears. Jean and Connie are screaming too, calling for bandages, putting pressure on the bubbling wound you know is spilling far too much red to be any kind of okay. Your chest aches as you look down at Sasha, your friend for nearly a decade now, your sister in every way that counts. Heart stuttering in your chest, you think you might be choking on a sob or an apology or your own lungs, and there's metal stinging on your tongue. All you can do is stand there and watch as your brothers in arms try to save one of the only people that can still make you laugh on even your hardest days.
You're only vaguely aware of Jean's panicked sprint down the airship behind you after the medic replaces his hands with her own, Connie's whimpering pleas falling on nearly deaf ears. It's like water is rushing behind your eyes, drowning any thoughts beyond the echoing sound of Sasha's body thudding against the ground.
There's a burning sensation in your chest, as if your grief has already settled camp behind your ribs and all you can do is grasp at your sides with sticky red hands in some vein attempt at holding yourself together. You drop to your knees when Connie's pleas stop, when the medic's compressing hands stop, when Sasha's breathing stops. Your ears are ringing, knees aching, and there's a scream lodged in the recesses of your throat, eyes locked on the puddle of red still growing even though Sasha's already dead...
Dead. She's dead.
Connie trundles passed your frozen kneeling form, shoulders hunched and tears flowing, following the same path as Jean towards the front of the airship to tell the others. To tell Commander Hange they've just lost their best sniper. To tell Captain Levi he's lost another member of his squad. To tell Eren that his little disappearing act cost them all more than it should have.
To tell Jean and Mikasa and Armin they lost another friend.
Armin. Walls, you need him next to you. His fingers tracing your cheek, his whispers assuring you everything will be okay even though you know it never will be again. His too blue eyes swimming with love and grief and hope you don't remember how to feel. Air is suddenly too thick, clogging the path to your singed lungs like oil.
You flinch when Mikasa slides to the floor in front of you, sobs and denial spilling from her lips as she grips Sasha's far too still shoulders, shaking her as if she's simply stuck in a dream. You've never seen Mikasa like this, rippled with loss and anguish, but all you can think about is the red soaking into her knees. Part of you wants to reach out to her, to console the desolation in her eyes and the shaking in her hands, but the idea of moving feels like you'll risk spilling what composure you still have in your chest across the floor.
There are hands grasping your shoulders. You feel them and you don't at the same time, as if your sense of touch as become as blurry with sorrow and pain as your vision. But you know these hands.
Armin says your name, you think, but it's broken in your ears. Stuttering between grief stricken teeth, and you don't remember how to speak without sobbing first.
"You need to breathe," you think he pleads, somewhere close to your ear, and it's funny because you never stopped breathing. Sasha did, she stopped breathing. Maybe you can give her some of the air in your lungs. Somehow you manage to swallow a breath or too, but the taste is bitter and sticky down your throat.
"Sh-she's dead, Armin," you whimper, reaching out for him, for anything to keep you from plummeting into despair. "It hurts, Armin, it hurts so bad." And it does. It burns along your skin like fire, settling deep in the marrow of your bones that no matter what becomes of this war, you've already lost. Your soul bleeds for the shattered pieces left behind by Sasha's last booming breath. You meet shimmering ocean blue with a trembling gaze. "How do we make it stop?"
Armin swallows, tear tracks shinning and dripping off the soft curve of his jaw. "I don't know," he trembles. Eyes flicking between you and Sasha's body - her body because she's not in there anymore, gone and without breath or heart or dinner - you know Armin is just as shattered as you, as Mikasa and her withering wails.
You slump, forehead pressing into the curve of his neck, suddenly feeling far too tired. "There's so much blood." Armin stiffens beneath you, fingers suddenly roving over you in a panic you don't understand.
"You're right," he murmurs under his breath, "there's too much blood." He chokes on the sound of your name again, though less devastated and far more hysterical this time. "Wh-where were you standing? Were you hit?! Mikasa, get a medic!"
Dizziness wavers in your foggy mind, trying to remember, trying to tell him. "I was...I was right behind her - behind Sasha. Everything went r-red," you stammer, trying to take a breath through the sharp pain between your ribs you thought was grief but may now also be a bullet.
"No no no, not you, please not you." His voice is disconcertingly frightened as he lowers you onto the floor of the airship, pulling your arms away from where they protectively wrap your middle. You resist with what small amount of strength you still have, scared to see, scared to know, scared of the wayward thought that you may see Sasha again. "You're going to be okay. You - you have to...just breathe, keep breathing. Please sweetheart, just keep breathing."
And you do, because he asked and because you're scared to stop. More hands join his as they search through the stains of red across your abdomen, searing pain igniting under your skin. Someone is hold you down by your shoulders, another at your hips when you arch to escape the agony.
"What the hell?! Was there another shot fired?!" Jean, that's Jean. You know because he's loud and angry and a brother to you in every way that matters.
"The - the bullet...she was standing right behind..." Armin offers between aggravated sobs and sniffles and kind little reassurances as if you could hear them. But you feel them in the whisper of his breath and gentle touch of his fingers, eyes still locked on the blue of his own. "It went through Sasha and into her, no exit wound."
Someone presses down a wad of gauze onto your left side to staunch the flow of blood, and you gasp, trying to curl away from the offensive pressure to no avail. "Stop, it hurts, it hurts - please make it stop." Your face is wet with fear, chest pulsing erratically through the onslaught of pain.
Armin's palm warms your cheek, his thumb brushing under your eye in a loving caress that only makes you cry harder. "I know, sweetheart, I know." His voice is shaking, mouth bent all wrong in a devastated frown. It makes him look older, war-beaten and tired without the hope you know him to have. You mirror him, managing to place your own palm against his cheek, trying to smooth away the harsh lines you know don't belong on his so often kind face. You offer what you hope is a reassuring smile despite the thunders of of jilting pain you feel, and it must have come across just enough as his own lips curve up the tiniest beautiful bit.
They're wrapping you up now, white cloths only speckled with a few dots of red instead of the weeping mess Sasha's bandages had been only minutes ago.
"We've stemmed the flow, she shouldn't bleed out before we get back to Paradis. The bullet's still in there," the medic explains moreso to Armin than you, but you try to listen through the warped rushing sound in your ears. "It's probably the only thing keeping her alive right now. She'll need surgery the second we land, but we've done all we can for now."
You feel Armin's lips on your forehead, warm and familiar. "You're going to be okay," he whispers, and you actually believe him despite everything. "I love you," he says, and you know it won't be the last time you hear it. You refuse to let it be the last.
"I love you too." You can't actually say the words between the ache of your throat and the stickiness pasting your tongue to your lips, but you know he hears them by the loving slope of his smile.
#armin x reader#armin arlert#armin arlert x reader#armin arlert x you#attack on titan#aot fanfiction#aot x reader#fanfic
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~How they react to a reward Kiss~ *first part* This is long lmao (I was going to do poking checks part 2 but this happened)
Scout
Scout was helping you finish the task soldier told you to do. The task was to deliver some crates to the storage house. That day he finished his takes early so he was able to help you!
And of course, he made this also a game! Ok! s/o new game! You always seem to have new ideas huh? Well of course babe! SO! The game is you are going to pick up a crate randomly! And then we are going till med bay! Ok! AND THEN~ whoever wins gets a reward from the loser! ok?
This was particularly interesting since was based on luck. All the crates had different things inside which could change the weight. Some have pillows inside some have heavy's extremely heavy dumbbells inside. SO even though scout is faster this definitely had a chance for you to win!
Ok, pick one random box! Hmm, this one! *puts a black marker on to mark yours* I will pick this one! *puts a red marker on it* Ok are you ready? YES! READY SET... G O !!!!
You picked yours up and it was pretty light...!!! It was a crate full of pyro's crayons and colored pencils! YES! Scout picked up his and... OOF. Scout instantly tell that it was full of medical-related books! DAMN IT!
The race was going pretty good! You were ahead by a little and scout was right behind you!!! A...Almost there!!!! See ya babe~! !!!! Wait no wait! No can do toots! *dashes* Nooooooo
Scout is the winner~~~~!!! Scout was puffing his chest out and doing a happy dance! *you just laying on the floor breathlessly* Nooooo Little fast boy has one hehe! HELL YEAH!
So s/o! hm? what's my reward? ...? Oh right! (ehehe) Scout! yea? You're reward is...!!!
*smooch* ...WAIT WHAT!? *scout is just absolutely shocked* the reward is a reward kiss! !!!!
Scout's chest began to bubble...bubbling absolutely pure happiness! S/o~! *hugs s/o tight* Y-you like the reward? HELL YEAH! It felt special! Normal ones are good but this one felt extra special! hehe *both giggle and look deep into their eye*
*sound of door opening* WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO DOING!!!! (medic) I MESSED UP BECAUSE OF HOW FUCKING LOUD YOU TWO ARE! uh-oh. LEAVE NOWWWWW!!! We gotta go, babe! *hold s/o hand and runs off in a distance* Let's do this again babe! Yeah! BUT~Maybe not near med bay next time! hehe of course of course!
Soldier (he loves reward kiss just sayin)
Soldier was on a roll with winning! It was the 9th time soldier has won the battle! That is what soldier calls a proud soldier!
It was the 10th time now! The administrator and Miss Pauling announced that if their team won this. They would get a special reward and some extra cash! The whole team was fired up!
Since soldier was the leader even though it didn't seem like it but soldier felt some pressure. Soldier was pretty nervous but he felt his heart burn with soon-to-be victory!
And...He WON! Their team won!!!! He felt so proud! As soon as he won he looked for you! CUPCAKE!!!!! CUPCAKEE!!!! Yes yes I am here! Cupcake!! We won!! Victory is ours!!!! AHAHAHAH! Congrats soldier! I and America are proud of you :) *soldier almost melts* Anyway cupcake! We have to go meet the team! They would be worried if the leader is gone!! *holds s/o and almost leaves* Oh um wait soldier! What's wrong cupcake? *s/o blushes a little* C-can you lend an ear for a moment? *gasp* A SECRET!? *immediately comes down to s/o's level* *smooch on cheek* !!!?!?!?!?!? I-I want to give you a reward kiss... *soldier just explodes flustered* I- HERE IS A REWARD KISS FOR YOU TOO!!!!! *bonus reward big smooch* *both giggle*
S/o. Yes? I LOVE BOTH AMERICA AND YOU SO MUCH! I love you to soldier!
Pyro (sweetheartttt)
Pyro was looking for your accessory/keychain you lost! You lost it 2 days ago, and was feeling really down about it since it was important to you.
You already gave up on looking for it. You and pyro looked for HOURS! Yet that thing did not appear. Besides it rained the next day so you just thought for sure it was now gone.
BUT! Pyro did not give up! Their lovely lover shall not be sad!! Pyro knew how important that thing meant to you!! So they went searching! Pyro looked EXTRA carefully. Pyro was going to make s/o proud and happy >:)
*After serching for many many hours*
The sun was almost about to say goodbye and the moon was going to say hello to pyro. Hudda...
BUT! Pyro has not given up! Huddaaa!!!! *pyro then grabbed a flashlight that they borrowed from engi's workplace* mmph!
Something then sparkled in pyro's eyes. hudda? *looks closer* HUDDA!!!! Pyro found s/o's missing thing!
But...it was up on a tree...pyro didn't know exactly how but it happened.
Since pyro's knew they wouldn't be able to climb it *too slippery and just thin* HUDDA! *gets an axe out*
Yep, they began to chop the dang tree down :)
After pyro's epic tree-cutting moment, it fell down, and successfully got s/o's thing! Pyro soon ran to the base! MMPHHHH!!!
*arrives at the base, and heads to s/o! MMPHHHHHHHH! !!! pyro?! HUDDA! *hands the thing* *gasp* Pyro! mmph? You found it? *nods* But how! I thought we both gave up on it! Besides, it was probably long gone after the storm! mmphh! pyro... n?
*hugs pyro* Thank you so much! Thank you. *pyro freezes* *happiness explodes!* MMMPHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! *hugs tight and lifts s/o off the floor* woa! Pyro. mm? *head pat* mmph :)) *head boop* mmph :D *forehead kiss* MMPHH!! >:DDD *both of you just having an absolute happiness moment like in a fairy tale :) *
YES! I finally got this done!!!! Part 2...? YES! Do not worry hehe! Once I get this series done I will do the requests. Do not worry :)
#tf2 x reader#tf2 scout x reader#tf2 soldier x reader#tf2 heavy x reader#tf2 headcanons#team fortress 2
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Hey bestie,
I love seeing new blogs blossoming, I just read your first little Drabble and I absolutely adored it. Idk I just find the whole dark Yandere stuff fascinating and it’s just so interesting to write
Do you have any Deimos food that you can write up 👀?
Thanks
-Ayrus
Heyo bestie! Glad you liked it !!!!!! I adore writing darker stuff w/ darker topics for fun / realism sometimes. Like with the universe of madness combat, There's probably a lot of fucked up shit going down so I WILL NOT be holding back. Thanks for the positive vibes tho, Appreciate it !! <3
As for Deimos >: ) Dinner is served
Deimos Drabble - He was Right
GENRE - Romantic / Platonic
TRIGGER WARNINGS - Physical Violence, Gun Violence, Wounds, Hands in wounds ( specifically Finger in gunshot wound ), murder, Implied murder.
You felt him sit on top of you to stop you from crawling away any further, Glaring daggers at you but you couldn't dare pull yourself to look away. Trembling and crying through tears, fearing if you dare did: You'd meet the same fate as the corpses meters away from you. He didn't move and but you could feel him poking and prodding at your the gunshot wound in your side.
" See what the fuck happens when you don't listen to me " He grumbled angrily, Pulling the skin apart from the sides of the wounds. You moved to pull away but he kept you pinned under him, Sitting on your waist. No matter how much you squirmed underneath him, He didn't budge and nor did you.
" See why you can't leave me? They'll hurt you. They'll kill you. " He continued, Smirking lightly as he took one hand and began to finger the wound, Pain shooting through you, Red hot pain as the wound stretched to fit around his finger. You screaming, Desperately clawing at his hand but he only used the other to pin your wrists as he seemed to snicker, amused by your pain.
" Shh, Shh " He hushed you, Gently pressing a kiss to your cheek before giving you his signature shit=eating grin. It made your stomach churn in a mixture of pain. Your words bubbled up as the feeling of him wriggling his finger back and forth, pushing his way into the a lot larger than the bullet. Blood oozed out as he dug his finger in.
" Just checking how deep the bullet is " he hummed into your neck, leaning back slightly to stare at the wound he had dug his,. He pulled his hand out, shaking off any of the excess blood and made very sure to make it visible in your eye shot. You let out a shaky breah, still sobbing out in pain. Whimpering and whining as your vision started to grow blurry from the pain now.
" We'll have to talk to Sanford about this one but thankfully... It'll be okay. " he spoke amused as he shook his head at you, As if scolding a child who'd been caught smuggling sugary goods without permission. It made you feel all the smaller as he hunched over you, Only causing you to want to sink into the wall. You tried to stay up and awake, Another silhouette came into view but it seemed you could no longer process what they were saying. You already knew who the silhouette was, A friend and work partner of Deimos. Sanford was, according to Deimos, the only one the possessive grunt trusted you with: Which included him treating your injuries. Apparently there was one person who was better but Deimos wouldn't allow him near you. You didn't see much of anyone outside the two, But Sanford was a rare occurrence.
You could feel yourself slipping from consciousness as Deimos moved off your body, letting your hands slip from his grip and to your side. One thought remained as you faded into the darkness, Eyes fluttering shut as your head fell back towards the ground: The fact that maybe after all this time. He was right.
You wanted to get out, You spent months trying and you finally did. You thought that you'd be okay on your own in the vast wasteland outside. You remember the adrenaline that rushed through your veins, The way the dirt felt under your bare feet as you sprinted across the vast areas of emptiness made your heart swell with hope. You were going to get out. You were going to live. With every step that feeling of light grew and grew only for the medaphroical rug to be pulled out from under your feet.
You had the unfortunate luck of having a run in with a group of bandits and one of those bandits happened to have exceptionally good aim. You remember the bullet hitting and crying out in pain, holding your side before turning back. You fell to the ground, Out of line of the bandits. You could only crawl along the ground, out of desperation before you heard more gunshots and screams of the once cheering bandits: Who thought for a moment you'd be there next meal. You immediately knew who was slaughtering them and you clawed at the ground, dragging yourself along the concrete hoping to stay out of view. Maybe they'd leave and you could bleed out, God you didn't want to die but anything would be better than remaining with him, But no one was ever so merciful to you. The shadow crawled up behind you, Slowly coming into view but you prayed that maybe he'd disappear. Maybe you would. But the footsteps never disappeared.
He kicked you onto your front with no remorse, Forcing you to face him as you released a cry. Holding your side as you finally let the tears of desperation pour like a faucet. The way he stood over you as he stared down at you.
His facial expression screamed one thing: He was right and now you knew it too.
#yandere madness combat x reader#madness combat#madness combat x reader#yandere madness combat#madness combat deimos x reader#deimos#cw yandere#tw yandere
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Vague thoughts after chapter 1102 and rethinking my old predictions
So I had been wondering for many, many weeks now if Kuma's memory bubble would disappear after Bonney looked into it and indeed is has disappeared
Which means all the theories about the Memory Bubble getting "inserted" into another "vessel", be it some random Pacifista or S-Bear or just back into Kuma's own body, just so we could have "Kuma back" no longer can happen. The bubble is gone, no one else can see what Vegapunk and Bonney had seen, and no one else can carry those memories, no one else can inherit Kuma's will
But also, the Memory Bubble wasn't actually like Kuma's Memories, just a copy of them, meaning while Kuma has lost his humanity, those memories are still technically in there. He's essentially a disconnected brain in a jar, it's just the jar is also his OG body
And the chapter gave us two potential options for Kuma; either he's going to self-destruct just like Saturn wanted, or Vegapunk somehow in secret managed to install that circuit that could allow Kuma to have a """split personality""" (more like, his brain has been disconnected from his body and the circuit just allows it to be reconnected when enabled). Meaning Kuma could maybe take back his body
Though if the self-destruction mechanism was still put in, Kuma could get to regain his conciousness for a minute just to punch Saturn and/or say goodbye to Bonney and still end up blowing up. Which is a horrifying throught. But it's definitely plausible.
But it all just depends on whether or not Vegapunk followed Saturn's orders, and if Saturn had Kuma checked by someone else afterwards. I do kinda hope Vegapunk went against his orders, because if he didn't then him mentioning the circuit would have been completely pointless as far as writing goes.
Like it's bit of a Chekhov's gun; you introduce the idea so that if it comes back in the story, it'll make sense, it won't come entirely out of nowhere.
But, just as that can apply to the circuit, it can also apply to the self-destruction mechanism. Though, if that was installed already... considdering the Government KNEW the Revolutionaries had stolen Kuma, you'd imagine they'd maybe have tried to detonate Kuma remotely since they would've been able to take down a rev or two that way, probably. Though that also depends on whether or not the self-destruction can be activated remotely (though I'd assume so, since the whole point of it is that if Kuma went on a rampage and the Gorosei weren't there to give out a direct order, they'd still be able to stop Kuma)
Also gotta wonder why Akainu and co allowed Kuma to rampage in Marijoa if the self-destruction was an option... Like sure, depending on how explosive the self-destruction might be, having him blow up in Marijoa might also mean not just Kuma but Marijoa itself blowing up. But between Kuma climbing the Red Line (aka there was plenty of time to have him self-destruct before he'd reach Marijoa) and him having blasted off again (aka he's not in range anymore)... Yeah
IDK the self-destruction is still extremely plausible, it's likely the Marines didn't resort to it yet simply because if they did then the plot wouldn't move forward the way Oda wants it to (also they might need like clearance from the Gorosei first etc, which could take time, especially since Kuma's recent adventure in Marijoa began and ended quite fast)
Whatever happens, we're finally out of the Kuma flashback. I definitely enjoyed it, but man was it a long fucking flashback
It's gonna be interesting to see where we go from here though.
I know people have suggested Kuma could arrive on Egghead and scatter the Strawhats to get them off the island, just like in Sabaody, but have we considdered the possibility that Kuma could like. Blast Saturn off the island instead. Like he could send the man back to Marijoa, or like, literally any fucking island available (as long as the Red Line isn't in the way)
'Cause that would be an unexpected turn of events for one fucking thing
It wouldn't stop the Marines being a threat to the Strawhats, though it would definitely sow confusion and panic, which alone could be enough for Luffy and co to escape. Like Kizaru isn't in the condition to fight anyways (though even if he was, he might not have the motivation, especially IF Kuma managed to regain his conciousness), and while Lucci and co might be a menace... IDK Zoro and co should be able to handle them. And who knows, maybe Kuma could blast them off too while he's at it
And yeah, that could put the Marines in a situation where they might not know what to do and what to focus on. The Strawhats could maybe escape.
With Kuma and Bonney too. Like Kuma may be on the verge of death, but if they're bringing the Vegapunks with them, the Punks and Chopper could be able to patch him up? Dude is a cyborg and all? MAYBE? IF WE'RE LUCKY?
But that really does depend on whether or not Kuma gets blown up. Nothing can be said for certain until we see the man's fate
But as I've mentioned before, if Kuma doesn't die and they manage to escape together... where does Kuma go? 'Cause, if he's with Bonney, then being with the Strawhats might be a really dangerous situation for both of them. Like yes Luffy and co are strong and could protect them, but also they're trying to continue their adventure onwards to Elbaf and Laugh Tale, they're heading into danger
Kuma could try to blast him and Bonney back to Momoiro Island, since that's where the Revs are, Dragon and co could be safe for them, but to do that they'd have to first pass through Marijoa, and shit's dangerous. It'd arguably be safer for them to either stay in the New World, or fly over the Calm Belts to either of the two Blues surrounding New World
So there are options there
If Kuma could send himself and Bonney to Wano, that could actually be a really safe place for the two right now, it'd be quiet so Kuma could spend time recovering in peace, and because of Wano's borders it'd be hard for anyone to get there, plus Yamato (and Momo, the rest of the Samurai) would be there to support them, all they need is just like a letter from Luffy etc
If Kuma knows Mihawk (and/or Crocodile), he could also try to seek shelter from Cross Guild, maybe, IDK. Like we the readers know Wano might be the safest place for Kuma, but if Kuma wanted to be with someone he personally knows and trusts, a fellow former Shichibukai (or two) could make for a comforting ally (depending on if the two actually know each other or not)
IDK man, shit's interesting, break week is gonna be rough y'all
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Valentine's day mutual ships (part 2)
Ok, so here's part two!! I tried to reach out to some people and ask about gender preferences and such but this is taking A Lot already, so I'm so sorry if you got paired with someone you don't like/don't have a preference for - if you'd like a different one, just send an ask and I'll do my very best to come up with something else.
Also I promise the disparity in length isn't anything personal, I just got more inspiration for some prompts is all! I love all my moots!!
@xkseii
I associate you very heavily with Al Haitham (probably due to your theme and such), but romantically, I think I could see you being paired with someone like Gorou or maybe even Kazuha, they seem like the perfect people for you to tease since they’re so easily flustered and I think you’d have some fun with that. You and Kazuha could go thrift shopping together and pick out outfits for your afternoon date (maybe you’d go to one of those small restaurants where they have live music!) And I’d imagine you and Gorou would go spend a day at the beach, buy some take out and just hang out, go swimming and splash water on each other, build sandcastles and walk along the beach!!
Failing those two, I really feel like you and Childe would have some fun, he’d spare no expense taking you out to a fancy restaurant, then out on the town to terrorise have fun teasing some cute guys as a duo (all /lh of course) <3
@baizhvs
Ok, listen, I know it’s the painfully obvious option and I’m sorry for that but the more I see and interact with you, the more I think you and Baizhu would pair up so perfectly, like you both have this ‘do no harm, take no shit’ sort of attitude with the caring undertone, just a little more detached (which isn’t at all a bad thing!! /gen) I could see you two having a very lowkey day of running errands hand-in-hand, just doing things that need to be done, then coming home in the evening and cooking a super cute romantic dinner together and settling in to watch a cheesy romance movie or book (whether or not you like them, Baizhu adores picking apart all the inconsistencies and unrealistic parts, so if you’re bored you can just listen to him bitch about romance tropes). Overall it would be pretty low-key, but still romantic and nice!
@teyvattales
You’re such a bubbly and sweet person, I’d love to pair you with someone who could match your vibes… my heart says someone like… Kokomi! I just think you two would get along really well and have a lot of interesting things to talk about, I could see you going to get bubble tea and then checking out a big aquarium - she’ll probably spend a lot of time talking your ear off about them (though she does her very best to stop every now and then so you can get a word in edgewise). Maybe you’d end the day by going to one of those bars that also have board games available to rent and play some together :D !
Failing that, I think you and Venti would have a good time! His lighthearted and airy (ha) attitude would mesh well with you, I think! I could see you hopping between a lot of places, doing whatever takes your fancy, whether that be clubs, movies, fancy restaurants, events, yall would just flit through and do whatever you like! He’d totally do a lot of cute cheesy stuff to try and make you laugh, but then get super embarrassed and shy when you do the same.
@oikadiors
I don’t think we’ve interacted very much (I’m so sorry if we have my head is just empy 😭 ) but something about your whole Vibe makes me feel like you’d mesh well with Chongyun! I think he’d absolutely dote on you and look up to you! I could see you both going to an 80s style diner and getting a big milkshake or sundae that you share <3 He absolutely gives you a lot of little gifts that he’s picked up over the past few weeks to give to you - they’re all super cute and thoughtful, and he goes BRIGHT RED if you give him anything in return, or show him any semblance of affection.
@pardis-dhyai
Hmm, you seem like a very intelligent and patient person, I could imagine you having a really lovely time with Sucrose! I could see you going to places like the zoo and aquarium, infodumping back and forth about all different kinds of animals and whatever else has taken your interest recently! They’d probably have a few gifts prepared for you, but they have to hype themselves up before they hand any over. They’d give you a flower that has some kind of significance in ‘flower code’, in a cute little pot so you can put it wherever you like! As well as a small keychain plush of your favourite animal - they’re so so shy and awkward about it, and immediately make the cutest little squeaky noise if you happen to compliment them or give them something in return!
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One Dance
Lorenzo x hufflepuff fem reader
-Your at a raven claw party which couldn’t be as boring as ever until a boy stumbles upon you and has your attention
Your Bestfriend for life Cho Chang has invited you to a ravenclaw party. You didn’t feel like going because every ravenclaw party is the same. You get a drink or two , talk with some friends , then leave. Every time you go to one it just feel more boring but since Cedric didn’t want to go you were her second option and you owed her a favor anyway because she let you copy her answers. So as you we getting ready for the party and hearing Cho getting into an argument with her roommate for the fifth time today it’s time to go. Your at the party thinking to yourself why are you friends with Chang but while thinking you feel a pair of eyes on your back, you turn to see a tall brunette boy with blue eyes staring at you. You blush and turn in embarrassment thinking you might have a stain on your dress or something in your hair and maybe that’s why the handsome boy is looking at you. Cho notices and gives you a smirk. “I see you have the new guys attention” she finally spits out. “What no there’s probably just something in my hair” you say in retaliation.”If that’s so the why is he walking this way?” Cho askes as she walks away wanting to give y’all alone time. You try and stop her so you won’t feel like dying as you talk to this guy but it’s to late because you turn around to hear the boy standing in front of your greeting you. “ Hi I’m Lorenzo I couldn’t help not taking my eyes off you beautiful”. You blush as red as a tomato at the flirting as he just gives you a laugh. “ I’m kidding, I’m kidding but I’m Lorenzo nice to meet you”. Half relieved half upset because he took what he said back you say “ Nice to meet you Lorenzo I’m Y/N your new around here right?”. As he leans his shoulder on the wall which gives you butterflies he replies with “ So word got around already?”. “I guess so your names a popular one” you say to the guy not being able to get a smile off your face. “ You know I never thought I would ever see a hufflepuff at a ravenclaw party especially from how lame this one is”. Just the way he talks makes you want to hug him and never let go. “ Oh well my best friend is Cho Chang she always invites me to these parties but your right everytime I go to one I feel like falling asleep” you say. “We’ll you know I have a way to make this way better”. You look confused to what the boy said but before you could react he gentle take your hand to the center of the floor and dances with you. “ Let’s dance just once and if I can impress you enough with my amazing dancing skills I get to take you on a date”. You giggle to what he said and he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever and as a reply you said. “ Ok and if you don’t?”. “ I’ll get you butter beer anytime you want” he says. You agree and y’all both start dancing and have the best time you’ve ever had at a raven claw party. Y’all didn’t care about the look you were given even the look from Cho and she smiled finally seeing you coming out of your bubble and letting go. After a while of dancing y’all both stop and of tiredness and Lorenzo says “ So you think we can go in that date” and without thinking you give him a kiss on the check and say “ pick me up at 6 pm sharp tomorrow at the hufflepuff common room and suprise me with our date” you walk off smiling to yourself as you leave the tall brunette flustered and blushing.
( Ok this was my first story and I’m in love. I want to write stories that are more diverse in not just gender but also to every house and love interest because all I ever see are the same stories all over again and I want to change that. But I hoped you enjoyed and I’ll try to make a story with a different house and love interest at least every two days. Have a great day/night. Good bye :) ) ( also I always accept request anytime but I do have boundaries so I will respond if I can write a story like that or not)
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To Unearth and Back Again; ⛅Chapter 3
Chapter Two | Table of Contents | Chapter Four
See ronithesnail's absolutely wonderful art for this story!
Howling ghosts they reappear
In mountains that are stacked with fear
But you're a king and I'm a lionheart,
A lionheart.
-King and Lionheart, Of Monsters and Men
Maybe red and purple plaid? Would Virgil think that was too pretentious? If he did add red, would other colors could he put into the plaid? Could they– oh, no.
Patton caught his eye as soon as Roman hopped down the last stair, smiling in a way that was bright but frustratingly pitiful, mixing bowl in hand. “Roman!” Patton called, going for excited, but Roman just hurt. He nodded his head towards the kitchen, where Roman spotted Logan manning the stove, a speaker on the counter next to him playing ambient jazz. “We’re making pancakes! We’ve got blueberry and plain pancakes going so far, have any other requests?”
Roman knew Patton was going for kind, but the emotional wounds still ached, and he wasn’t ready to sweep everything under the rug and pretend he was alright. It wasn’t fair to pretend either of them were right, not fair to Roman, not to Patton, not to anyone.
Roman’s desperate hold on his bubbly, joyous mood of earlier was slipping further and further down the rope, and he quickly shuffled his feet away from the kitchen. “No,” he said, sharply, and then a quieter, “Thanks, though,” because flowing from somewhere deep inside he was angry and aching and hurt, and not ready to forgive but Patton was trying at least, so he should lend him a little bit of kindness even if it was rather extraordinarily strained.
“Alright,” Patton said, and Roman could hear the longing, lonely look on his face even facing the other way. He didn’t turn around. He wasn’t ready to see that yet.
Roman sat himself down on the couch, pulling his phone out of his pocket and scrolling aimlessly through his apps. He tried to find something interesting to look at, but Instagram was slow, his Snapchat only had the other sides and Virgil and Remus both hadn’t posted anything. He opened Twitter to a few notifications, but it was just spam accounts adding him to “Free Bitcoin” lists, ew.
Roman was about to resign himself to checking Tumblr, which he barely used, when he heard a door creak softly. Roman’s shoulders tensed as faint footsteps echoed down the stairs, wondering who of his fellow sides was coming down when Roman heard a yawn that set his heart a-fluttering and let his shoulders melt.
“S’going on?” Virgil hummed, rubbing at his eyes. “Kinda loud for first thing in the mornin’.”
“Sorry, Virgil,” Patton hummed again, that pitying smile returning to his face, and Roman looked away. “Logan and I thought we’d make pancakes! Any special requests?”
“Chocolate chips,” Virgil grumbled. “But could you turn the music down? Please.”
“Sure, Virgil,” Patton said apologetically, and Virgil grunted a vague affirmation in response as Patton smiled sadly again. Roman stared back down at his phone because the conversation was getting awkward to watch, letting his mind drift off; his eyes were on the screen but his brain elsewhere in picnic blanket pattern land.
“Roman?” A voice asked. “You there, man?”
Roman snapped back into awareness to Virgil looking at him, concern evident on his face. It was somehow so similar to Patton’s but so different, Virgil’s expression making him feel like he was bundled up in a blanket with a cup of tea and that everything was going to be okay.
“I’m here,” Roman responded, hopping up off the couch. “For no reason in particular, do you have an opinion on red in plaid?”
Virgil quirked an eyebrow at him, smiling inquisitively in a way that made Roman’s heart feel full. This would be a good time to ask if he wanted to come to a picnic, he thought, and he scrambled to find the right words on his tongue. He knew Virgil wouldn’t judge him, but he still wanted to ask in a way that felt nice.
“Would you-” Roman began, ahem-ing at the back of his tongue–”be interested in, well– I mean later, since we’re about to have breakfast, but-”
“Honeybeans!” Patton exclaimed, startling Roman, who jumped at least a couple inches feeling quite a lot like a startled rabbit, or maybe a jackalope, it was more mystical like Roman was, and rather extraordinary, but that was besides the point, Roman, focus!
“You have got to stop calling me things like that, darling,” Janus said in a way that signified that he was absolutely lying and really did not want Patton to stop calling him things like that at all. “They don’t even make sense,” he claimed, looking at Patton like he was the world, and Patton looked back at him, lovesick. Roman just felt sick in general.
“It does too make sense!” Patton giggled. “Honey because you’re yellow, and beans because you make me happy.”
“I suppose, my Riverbean,” Janus said. Patton squealed. Roman wanted to bean both of them on the head.
“Morning, dear,” he heard Logan hum as they walked into the kitchen, and then the disgusting sound of Janus giving him a kiss on the cheek. Roman stuck his tongue out and blew a raspberry into the air, annoyed. He hadn’t heard or seen Janus come down the stairs, but now that he was here, Roman certainly couldn’t ask Virgil to his picnic. He didn’t want any prying ears to hear, any sneaking hands sticking in their way–but hold on, where was Remus? Wasn’t his dumb, wacky rabid racoon of a brother supposed to be preventing that anyways?
As if on cue, Remus clambered out from under the couch, covered in fake blood and groaning like a zombie. Roman screeched, and Virgil leapt off the ground this time, ending up half in Roman’s arms as both of them screamed and Roman tried to bat Remus away with his foot.
“Remus!” Roman screamed, holding Virgil close as he tried to fend his lunatic brother off. “What are you doing?!”
Remus cackled, rolling over on his back as he waved his hand and made the blood disappear. “Oh, I got you so good!” Remus said, barely intelligible through his breathless snickering. “You should see your faces! You look like you were attacked by a bear!”
“We were attacked by a bear!” Roman shouted, glaring daggers at his brother. “A bare-ly tolerable maniac who hides under couches and jumps out at people looking like he’s spent the night wrestling a bottle of microwaved ketchup!”
“You know it!” Remus stuck his tongue out at him, still giggling, and Roman groaned, setting Virgil carefully down where he was still holding up. “Don’t you have something you’re supposed to be doing?” Roman quipped at his brother. You didn’t forget, did you? Were the underlaid words that went unspoken.
“Not yet!” Remus exclaimed, grinning up at him. Don’t worry. I’ve got a plan.
Roman squinted at him suspiciously, but after a moment gave him a small, approving nod, and Remus beamed back, standing up from the floor.
Roman turned to Virgil, dusting some invisible dirt off of his hooded shoulders. “Sorry about that,” he said, twining his hands together in front of him, hoping he hadn’t made Virgil uncomfortable. “It’s alright,” Virgil hummed, wide eyes returning to normal as he went from his state of “extremely on edge” to his more regular “toeing the line.” He still blew a raspberry at Remus, who blew one back and pranced off to the kitchen to bother their resident rhetorical throuple.
“Weirdo,” Roman mumbled. “Tell me about it,” Virgil mumbled back.
“Remus, don’t even try to put those packing peanuts in there. Remus–” the noise of a spatula clattering on the counter sounded through the room as Logan groaned. “I’m afraid the kitchen is closed for the morning.”
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Saltwater Cures All Wounds
A Sea Monster AU fic
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Elaine had started a sort of new routine.
In the sleepless hours before the sun had fully risen, she'd take one or two items to the beaches of Mêlée and leave them there. The next morning, the items would usually be gone.
Part of her brain suspected this was just the tides washing away her things. And if so, she should have simply stopped, because purposefully littering was the opposite of what she stood for.
On the other hand, she didn't believe the ocean could be picky. Or thankful.
This started, originally, with wanting to get rid of some gifts with unwanted memories. Mostly advances from the pirate LeChuck. They were taking up space in the dark corners of Elaine's storage, but trashing them felt like a waste. The gifts were grossly pricey. So her compromise was to set up a little beach giveaway for the lucky soul who discovered the gifts. She put up a "Take One!" sign, though she didn't expect anyone to follow it.
The day after, she discovered that everything was gone, including her sign. That happened faster than I thought it would, she pondered, chuckling to herself.
Even more intriguing was what was left behind in its place. A lovely little shell necklace, threaded with seagrass and smelling of sea salt. Elaine smiled, for whoever did this really didn't have to gift her back. She wore the necklace a few days later for a meeting, under her shirt but still there to give reassurance.
After the meeting, she revisited the beach and wanted to give some sort of thanks. She hoped a simple letter of appreciation was enough. (She just hoped it didn't sound too formal.)
The following evening, Elaine checked the same spot. Strangely enough, the letter was still there, although not untouched. It was damp with seawater, and a bite had been taken out of the corner of the paper.
And, once again, a gift had been left in response. A sand dollar with a large ink blot on it. Maybe they don't know English, she wondered, Is this how they write letters?
She continued this back and forth, exchanging gifts, and learning more about this strange person (if they were even a person. She could be talking to some otherly creature, for all she knew). From what she had gathered, they were interested in very specific things. They would leave behind shells and monetary items, but loved strange trinkets - like miniature ships in bottles, ridiculously-carved brooches, and outdated sextants.
One night, when the moon hung low over the sea, and she was carrying another gift to the shore, she heard something - someone.
It sounded like gurgling water. Gurgling with changing dynamics and tone, as if the water was talking.
Elaine glanced around the corner. Lit by the moon, all she could make out was the silhouette of a person. Blue and gold, and bubbling with delight at the previous gift Elaine had placed for them.
She approached, and the figure caught her with its glowing gaze. It slipped into the waters, trailed by cobalt tendrils.
Disappointed, though not about to leave with her gift, she placed her flowers on the sand for the creature to find tomorrow.
Just as she was leaving, she heard the sea splash behind her. She caught a glimpse of tentacles swapping out the flowers for a bundle of red algae.
Elaine tied up the algae and happily carried it back to the mansion. Maybe the ocean really could be thankful.
#sea monster au#monkey island#fanfic#elaine marley#- this fic takes place probably before the events of the first monkey island?#- a prequel of sorts#- since the sea monster au follows the same timeline#guybrush threepwood#sea adventurers au#- i suppose?#plunderbunnies
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