#and just. sigh. i Was gonna color it but it took more energy than i thought it would
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I wanna be yours - Ch. 3
(Recom! Miles Quaritch x Sully! Reader x Recom! Lyle Wainfleet)
(Warning: Polyamorous relationship. Angst. Enemies to Lovers. Slow burn. Falling in love. Redemption arc. Canon deaths (but not really). Romance. Smut. Jealousy. Threesome. Anal(both F & M receiving). Mention of suicide, self harm, depression, anxiety. PTSD. Feelings being revealed. Jake and Neytiri not being good parents to reader. Reader being a motherly figure to Spider.)
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“Let me out of here!” Spider screams, he knows Quaritch is on the other side, watching him. He looks up at the camera, cussing at him in Na’vi.
“tsengpe Y/n? Oe new peyä nì'eyng! zun ayngenga tìsraw seyki peyä, tspang aynga” (Where’s Y/n? I want her back! If you lay a hand on her, I’ll kill you!)
Behind the mirror, Quaritch and Lyle watch as Spider slams a chair again the mirror.
“He’s completely feral. Thinks he’s on of them” the man behind the computers say as the three of them watch.
“How’s the girl?” Quaritch ask, not taking his off the boy. Quaritch gave the order to Lyle to take Y/n to medic before coming to look for him.
“Still knocked out. She has four fingers. Like the kids back at the shack” Lyle informs. Quaritch looks away from Spider to look at Lyle, lightly brushing his fingers shading his as he reach for the black coffee mug behind him.
“She’s a Sully” Quaritch wonders.
“Could be. She looks like she been mauled multiple times, though. Even has two different eye color” Lyle responds.
“None of the others seemed to care much for the kid when he fell other than the girl. Could be useful for us” Quaritch nods to himself as he takes a sip of his cup coffee.
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“Where is Jake Sully?” Ardmore ask. The machine they had place him in, whirs.
“I don’t know!” Spider groans loudly. Electric zaps through his body and pulsate hard inside his head. Wrists and ankles stirred and jumped to escape the confines that strapped Spider onto the table you currently occupied, or more like it occupied him.
Ignoring Spider protest, she kept pressing on.
“We know that you know” Ardmore holds back from rolling her eyes.
“I don’t know!”
Miles from afar, behind a clear observation glass, watches his predecessor son being tortured. A feeling he doesn’t recognize. It took everything for the Colonel not to feel something wrenching in his gut instinctively with every passing moment.
“Just form a picture of your mind”
No.
“Is it one of the floating mountains?”
No.
“Let me out of here!” Spider screams, his head throbs, almost feeling like it’s going to explode.
Back with Quaritch, he watches the hologram of Spider brain as Lyle leans down with his hands on his knee to have a closer look.
“He’s fighting us. Give us a minute” one of the doctors says.
He felt uncomfortable at the prospect of his son being psychologically harmed at the convenience for Jake Sully. His other half reasoned that this was not HIS son, but it didn’t make the interrogation any less hard to watch.
“I don’t know!”
“Just form a thought, and we will see it.”
“I don’t know!” Spider repeats. He doesn’t know how long he’ll have before passing out or maybe not waking up at all. It takes all of his energy to fight it. He still has Y/n being held captive.
“Look, I don’t like this any more than you do” the longer the torture device goes, the more pain Spider endured.
“Which clans would be harboring him?”
“I don’t know! You’re gonna have to kill me!” Spider bluffs before screaming once again.
“It’s not gonna stop until you give us something. Where is he?” Ardmore demands.
“I don’t know, you buttholes!” Spider voice noticeably cracks. “Okay?”
“If you don’t tell us, we’ll put your friend here instead, would you want that?” Ardmore taunts. Spider eyes widen as his fist balls up.
“No!”
Quaritch, having enough, pounded from around the corner and slams his hand on the red button, Lyle following close behind him.
The machine whirls to a stop, making Spider let out a sigh of relief, feeling the pain subside, but not by a lot.
Armoire turns to glare fiercely at whoever stopped the machine seeing the Colonel wall towards her.
“General, let me try the personal angle”
“He’s not your son.”Her cold stare lingered on his eyes, in warning.
She turns to leave before glancing at Lyle, who just nods at her before looking at Quaritch, who looks like he’s debating with himself.
Quaritch turned to his predecessor’s son decidedly.
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Chemicals.
That’s what you smell as your nose twitch in distaste. Your ears were ringing at the loud sound, but at the same time the sound felt so far away.
Bright lights burned your eyes as you came to, your body numb and unfeeling. Pain pounded your head, the silence unnerving whilst you tried to comprehend where you were. A mask covering the lower half of your face and bright lights shining down on you.
You hear the beeping of machines around you and for a wild moment, you think you’ve been dragged all the way back to the labs in High Camp. You turn your head, hoping to catch a glimpse of Spider, Norm or Max but is immediately hit by a pain worse than anything you’d ever felt before, and that’s says something.
When you do finally manage to look to the side, just a small glimpse of what’s surrounding you, you realize that you’re not at High Camp lab at all. There’s no sign of your siblings or parents, of Norm or Max, or even Spider.
Your ears perk up at the sound of movement somewhere she cannot see, and dread sends a shiver down her spine. Feeling a hand on your arm, your eyes snap open with both alarm and fear. Panicked, you hoist yourself up and look around as you pant, seeing many humans in lab coats.
Where’s Spider?
“Ma’am, please lay back down” you ignore her as you pull on the IV from your arm, hissing in the throbbing pain in your vains.
“Get the Colonel” you hear a someone scream out. Seeing someone in military uniform coming at you, you hiss as you take grab him by his neck and you lift him up before quickly, with all your might, slinging him around, smashing him into the two scientists behind you.
“Get down” you hear a demanding voice, your turn seeing the two dreamwalkers from the shack, one with familiar yellow cuffs, the other with his arms up.(Ja and Mansk)
You hiss as the one with with sunglasses gets near you, he reach for your wrist, you dodge it by grabbing his wrist, you lean back slightly and bring your knee up , using your foot, you kick him in the side, knocking him back.
“Oh shit” you hear the other dreamwalker mumble.
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Spider tucked himself away under the bench in the holding cell, the cold white tiles of the room foreboding and uncomfortable. He wanted to find you, but he had to find a way to find you first. The last he remembers was you were bleeding and knocked out before you were taken.
His attention focused on the door as it let out a hiss. Quaritch stepped through as he sucked a greedy breath through the mask in his hand, and bent down to look under the table. Spider caught the face of Quaritch searching expectantly, it immediately soured his own. The Colonel took notice and sighed. He grunted with the effort of bending so low, and stood to walk around the table.
Spider darted out from underneath, aiming for the closed cleared door. Quaritch reacted fast and snag Spider with his long, strong arms and relented against his son's struggling body.
“Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Easy, tiger. Easy”
Spider was easily picked up like he weighed nothing and forcefully sat down and held to the table by the Colonel’s large hand. He wriggled, growled, and hissed as he struggled against the massive hand of Quaritch but to no avail. He realized his position in the matter and soon he reluctantly eased his retaliation.
Quaritch push Spider down slightly before taking a step back. He holds his hands up as sign of no harm, as he stands up to his full height.
“We good?”
Spider scowls at the failed escape attempt. He didn’t feel comfortable at the thought of having to interact with this revenant of his father.
Quaritch took note of his son's submission, and regained his calm demeanor. He kneeled in front of his scowling son, intending to soothe and relay his plan in such a way the kid would have to agree.
“Kid, you got heart”
Spider glance up at Quaritch and practically rolls his eyes at the admission, not caring what the strange recombinant had to say.
“Those science pukes leaned on you pretty hard but you gave them nothin” His intent stare at Spidee continue as he nod at him, almost respectfully, “I respect that”
Spider didn’t really know how or want to answer to this, Spider shifted slightly away from Quaritch in discomfort.
Hearing clanking of metal is what made Spider glance up slightly at Quaritch as he pulls out the dog tag that Lyle had scrounged from his corpse. He gently holds his hand out towards Spider, to show him the dog tags.
“I thought you might want this”
Spider doesn’t bother to look at him as he continues to ignore him. Quaritch jaw clench slightly before forcefully grabbing Spider’s hand and shoving the dog tag into his hand, closing it into a fist, before he points at it.
“That’s Colonel Miles Quaritch. Deceased. Killed in action”
Yeah, no shit. Spider rejects the offer of his dead father, he wants nothing from this man. After a moment, Spider tosses dog tags across the room, to show him he wants nothing to do with his father.
“I’m not that man” Quaritch replies as he stands back up, “but I do have his memories…” he walks over to the throws dog tags, kneeling down to pick them back up, “enough to know that, uh, well, he want always the best father” Quaritch turns to sit next to Spider on the table.
“But that’s not an apology. I’m not your father. Technically, you and I” He motions between Spider and himself “we’re nothing to each other, but… I can help you. I can get you and your pretty little friend outta here”
Spider glance at Quaritch at the mention of you, before casting his eyes downward.
“Ah, I’m not gonna ask you to betray Jake Sully. I know you’d never do that. You’re loyal, and I admire loyalty”
Spider seems to acknowledge the praise. He knows he’s loyal, you tell him that all time.
“Just ride along” Quaritch smiles softly before it falls, “otherwise, I gotta give you back to the lab coats”
Spider finally turns to look at Quaritch, “I want something in return if I help you ”
“Oh really? And what would that be?” Quaritch squints his eyes as eyes Spider.
“I want Y/n back. There’s only a limit of what I can show you, if you want to learn the Na’vi way, she can teach you” Spider offers, hoping Quaritch would agree. You protect him all the time, now it’s his turn to protect you.
Quaritch tilts his head back in thought as he sticks his tongue in the inside of his cheek.
“She a Sully?” He couldn’t help but ask, from what he seen of you, you have similarities of both your father and mother.
When he first seen you, there was obviously something odd about you, he didn’t realize what it was until they brought you back to Bridgehead, he notice your figure. Your body was soft not hard like the other Na’vi, your figure was also fuller, curvier, he was surprised that top you were wearing managed to hold up your breast. He even caught many of his men eyeing your figure on the flight here. He remembers how Lyle told him how you even have two different eye color.
Heterochromia, that’s what it’s called, but it’s a human thing, how does a Na’vi manage to get it? Probably inherited from Jake Sully’s genes, perhaps?
Spider hesitates to answer but answers anyways, Quaritch will find out whether Spider admits it or not.
“Yes” Spider answers. Quaritch hums. The hiss of the glass door opening, catches Quaritch attention, turning his head, he sees Lyle kneeling down to look at Quaritch.
“Colonel” Lyle urgently calls for him. “The native is going rogue”
That catches Spider’s attention. Quaritch hoist himself up to follow Lyle.
“Let me come” Spider stands on his two feet, wanting to desperately see you and hopefully to calm you down, you’re most likely just scared.
Not saying anything, Quaritch pushes Spider in front of him, following Lyle to medic wing, instantly hearing Ja and Mansk and many machines being broken.
Getting closer they see you jump over the lab table, throwing your legs around Mansk and take him down to the floor with the scissor takedown.
“That’s some Black Widow shit right there” Lyle whistles impressively.
“Lyle, focus” Quaritch walks closer to the cleared glass door, pressing the code as the glass door opens with a hiss.
Hearing the door open, you push yourself away from the one in glass to see a man with a green shirt. You hiss at him as you back away to creat distance.
“Calm down, darlin’. I’m not going to hurt you” Quaritch holds his arms out, showing he means no harm. That doesn’t make you feel any better when you see a bald Na’vi coming from behind you from the reflection on the glass, the same Na’vi that shot at you.
You turn to snarl at him, you kick the table at him, being distracted another took that to his advantage and grabs you from behind by wrap his arm around you waist, you wince feeling the pressure of your wound. You wrap you arms his neck as he pick you up, you pull your knees in, and using your body weight, you kick your legs out, using the momentum to pull his body over yours, throwing him across the room.
“Shit”
“Y/n!” Your head snap to see Spider next to the unmoving demon.
“Spider” you sigh in relief, you take a step towards him but felt someone grab you by your kuru, they kick your legs out from under you, making you fall on your knees.
“Lonu, vrrtep” (Unhand me, demon) you hiss. your hands shot up to grab at whoever was holding wrist, easing the pull of gravity.
“Hey! Let her go, asshole!” Spider tries to run towards you but was held back by Quaritch.
“Now darlin’, we need you to calm down, can you do that?” You almost feel like he’s taunting you and you don’t like it. You snarl at him, showing your sharp fangs.
“Y/n” Spider calls softly as he pushes away from Quaritch, he takes small and slow footsteps towards you. You turn to look at Spider, your gaze soften seeing him. You let the fight leave your body as you let your body slump on the floor, showing your submissive.
Seeing you finally calm, Quaritch signals Lyle to let you go, as he takes a step closer with arms raised. While Quaritch is busy with you, Lyle goes to help Mansk, to check for any damage.
“I ain’t going to hurt you, sweetheart. I got a proposal for you.
I can get you outta here if you help me” you listen but you don’t respond, not taking your eyes off Spider, not even for a second. Spider nods as if encouraging you.
“What do you need help from me?” You scowl. You speak in perfect English, but your Na’vi accent is strong, making Quaritch grin wildly.
“Teach us the Na’vi way,” He rumbles low, his voice raspy in a way that makes your tail twitch. “What do you say?”
“I can not teach when you do not want to learn,” You shoot back harshly, making Quaritch huff with a small smile.
“I really want to learn, sweetheart.” He continues, “We really want to learn”
“The Na’vi has tried to teach the sky people before, it’s hard to fill a cup that’s already full” you warn.
“Well, my cup is empty, darlin’”
You don’t believe him. How can you? You know who this man is, you recognize his voice from videos you have seen from Norm and the other scientists back at High Camp. You know all about the pain and suffering he has done. If it means keeping you and Spider safe, then you’ll take it.
You scowl as you look at Quaritch.
“I will… teach you our ways” you reluctantly reply.
“Outstanding” Quaritch grins.
Taglist: @alexandra-001
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#miles quaritch x reader#recom lyle wainfleet#sully reader#lyle wainfleet x reader#recom miles quaritch#spider x reader#miles quaritch x reader x lyle wainfleet#I wanna be yours
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“I’m better”
Pairing: plastic!Karen Shetty x plastic!fem!reader
Warnings: Pining, kissing, jealous!Karen, flirty!reader, mentions of s3x, s3x jokes, crude language
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In the bustling cafeteria of North Shore High School, Karen Shetty and Gretchen Wieners occupied their usual spot, eagerly awaiting the arrival of Y/N and Regina George. Karen, tapping her perfectly manicured nails on the table, couldn't hide her impatience.
“It’s been five minutes ”, the curly haired girl sighed as she looked across the bustling cafeteria
“Mama, it’s fine. I’m sure she just got held back in class and can’t text you back”, Gretchen said as she patted Karen’s head
Gretchen, always attuned to Karen's whims, nodded sympathetically.
“Not but she’s also been taking up all of y/n’s attention lately. Ugh!”, Karen complained
Before Karen could delve deeper into her complaint, the cafeteria doors swung open, revealing Y/N and Regina strolling in arm in arm, their laughter filling the air. Karen's eyes widened, and she exchanged an exasperated glance with Gretchen. She sat on the edge of her seat and was ready for whatever excuse y/n was gonna say as to why she wasn’t replying.
Y/N and Regina approached the table, their infectious energy preceding them.
"Hey, losers. What’s the gossip also, we’re hanging at my house afterward”, the blonde girl spoke with authority
Karen, trying to mask her annoyance, put on her ditzy persona.
“Oh, you know just waiting for the two of you like always”
Y/N smirked knowingly, sensing the undercurrents in Karen's tone.
The girl wore straight cut jeans that made her look taller than she was, but even then Regina and Karen stood tall when next to the girl, and an off shoulder-cropped top that could pass off as a baby’s t-shirt due to how much it revealed her stomach and shoulders.
“Sorry, got caught up in Regina's thrilling story of how some girl named Janis had an obsession with her.", y/n sat down
Regina laughed, oblivious to Karen's internal struggle.
As the conversation turned to the mundane details of their day, Karen couldn't resist peppering the discussion with subtle jabs, her jealousy veiled by her bubbly demeanor.
"Oh, Y/N, did you get my text? I sent, like, five emojis in a row. So cute, right?"
Y/N, playing along, chuckled.
“Sorry, Karen, got lost in Regina's rant on how she saw Jason working at Taco Bell. You know how it is."
Karen's attempts to hide her jealousy were betrayed by the narrowing of her eyes, but she quickly covered it with a forced giggle.
Gretchen, sensing the tension, attempted to steer the conversation into safer territory.
“Anyway, class was, like, so boring today. Mr. Duvall went on and on about quadratic equations."
Regina rolled her eyes dramatically.
“Ugh, like, who cares about math? I'd rather discuss something important, like which shade of lipstick looks best on me."
Karen, unable to resist a snide remark, interjected.
“Well, speaking of shades, Y/N, I noticed you were wearing a really bold color today. Trying to make a statement?"
Y/N, catching on to Karen's game, raised an eyebrow.
“Just trying to keep things interesting, Karen. Isn't that what you love about me?"
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The next day, Y/N decided to play a lighthearted prank to get Karen to speak up more. She carefully chose her outfit that took her an hour of indecisive choices.
She decided on a skirt that SHOULD have been a dress code violation to the school but isn’t, with nothing but a bra under her cropped cardigan that if she moved too much, anyone would be scared for the button to pop.
Y/n texted Gretchen to pick her up today because she refused to get her license with the excuse that she wanted to stay as a passenger princess (for karen 🗣️🗣️)
Y/N entered the school confidently, ready to see the reaction it would elicit from both Karen and Regina George.
As Y/N strolled through the hallways, the two couldn't help but notice the lingering gazes from their peers. The whispers and nudges followed them like a shadow, heightening the dramatic tension.
Y/n spotted Karen at her pink locker that she glammed up the first day of school. Karen was re-applying her lipgloss as she looked at her reflection in the mirror hung up in her locker. The sound of y/n’s heeled boots clacked and Y/N's eyes met Karen's, a playful challenge embedded within the gaze. Karen, a mixture of surprise and amusement, couldn't help but turn away from the girl, focusing on just applying her lipgloss to avoid looking at the girl.
However, before y/n reached Karen, Regina appeared strutting to the shorter girl, feigning casual conversation while secretly sizing up the outfit.
"Well, well, Y/N. Trying to make a statement today, are we?"
Y/N, playing along with the charade, grinned mischievously.
"Just thought I'd shake things up a bit, Regina. Keep life interesting."
Regina smirked, sensing an opportunity to stir the pot.
"Interesting, indeed. I wonder what Karen thinks about your fashion statement."
Meanwhile, Karen observed the exchange that happened just a meter away from her, an amused glint in her eyes. She approached the scene, pretending nonchalance.
"What's going on here? Am I missing the latest fashion trends?"
Y/N shot Karen a sly look, reveling in the game they were playing.
"Oh please, you look like you want to fuck me.", y/n joked and Regina laughed with
Karen chuckled, her gaze lingering on Y/N with a mix of admiration and desire.
“Well, you certainly know how to keep things exciting. Let me try your top on sometime."
“Maybe, take me out for a drive later and we’ll see”
As Regina and Gretchen sensed the tension they both left, leaving the two girls to figure themselves out.
As school came to an end, Karen pulled up her Pink Porche at the front of the school where Y/N waited while ok her phone.
The girl rolled her windows down and told her to get in.
As Y/N entered, she buckled herself in as Karen started driving.
The pair talked about school that day and they shared laughs and giggles.
At one point, Y/N wanted to pull the curly haired girls strings again. The girl pulled out her purse and took out her lipgloss. She looked into the mirror and carefully re-applied it as she said,
“Oh my God Karen. Earlier at lunch I got held back right and so I missed out on lunch but when I went to find you guys, Regina had already got me my food. Isn’t she just the sweetest”, Y/N said practically drooling over Regina’s actions.
The car came to a halt and Y/N turned to Karen with a sad expression on her face.
Her usually bright persona disappeared and y/n realised.
“What do you like about her anyway. She hasn’t even fucked you like I have and you treat me like we’re just friends”, Karen said with tears welling in her eyes.
Y/n’s expression softened and turned her body to the girl.
“Oh, Kary, I don’t like Regina like I like you-“
“Then be mine”, The girl huffed out
The latter softly grabbed Karen’s cheek as they both leaned close. Karen’s hand found their way to Y/n’s waist, carefully tracing circles on her exposed skin.
Y/n could feel the girls breath on her face as she closed the gap between them two. Their lips moved in sync and Karen leaned forward, making Y/N go back into her own seat, trapping the girl with one hand on the wheel and the other on the girl.
Y/N pulled back quickly as she quickly realised and said,
“Alright that’s enough, I just re-applied my gloss”, she huffed out pouting as a joke.
Karen giggled at the girl as the latter applied gloss on again.
“Woman, are you serious. I just-“, Karen said wide eyed
Y/N leaned in once again and harshly grabbed the girls face, leaving Karen in shock of the girls sudden bold action. Y/n pulled away and fixed up her top as if she didn’t just silence the girl.
“That was one of my life goals, to be kissed by you”
Karen giggled as she reignited the engine and Y/n turned her head to the window pretending she didn’t hear the other.
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AU: Good lawd
Thank you @candytounge0218 for the idea 🩶🩶
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Dazai and Chuuya’s relationship across alternate universes (part 2)
once more it’s me doing style and coloring exploration with soukoku as my muses once more, thank yall for the kind words from part one they gave me a lot of strength and motivation for part two <3
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In an alternate universe they are…
Powerful cultivators from the Port Mafia sect: the Young Master, Dazai Osamu, and his right hand man Gravity Cultivator, Nakahara Chuuya. But after Nakahara’s sudden disappearance, and Dazai turning into the first ever demonic cultivator, the whole sect fell into chaos. Banished from the realm of martial arts, the grandmaster of demonic cultivation and his demonic familiar now wander across the five realms as cultivation partners known as Double Black. (Danmei cultivator setting level of angst and adventure)
“You can’t… you can’t be with me, the demonic energy around me is too much for a human body… you can’t stay with me, Dazai.”
“Chuuya, we both know that I’m way too inhuman to be affected by your energy.”
“Dammit, Dazai! Thanks to the cursed blood running in my veins— I am now at the brink of awakening into a mindless demon, and you’re still here prattling about your nonsense! Your body is just as fragile as a mortal one— no cultivator has ever withstood a demonic awakening!”
“Then I’ll just have to be the first one.” The bandaged man grinned smugly, as if he were talking about being the victor of a competition. “I’ll be the first ever demonic cultivator of the realm and turn you into my dog familiar!”
“You’ll get yourself banished, young master.” The fiery-haired man spat out the last words like venom in his mouth. They both know the weight of those words. “The whole realm will turn against you.”
“I’ll get us banished, and the whole realm will turn against me and my dog.” Dazai corrected. “Which is perfect to me because annoying you will always be better than dealing with the responsibilities those self-righteous cultivators always throw at me.”
They both looked at each other for a moment; a tense silence hung in the air that was only broken by a defeated sigh. “I’m never getting rid of you now, am I…”
The bandaged face cracks into a sincere smile. “Never.”
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In another,
They were once roommates and academic rivals in law school. Bringing such enmity to their careers as professional lawyers, their court sessions would always shake the entire courthouse. Everyone knows how much Prosecutor Nakahara Chuuya, the guard dog of justice, hates Defense Attorney Dazai Osamu, the demon prodigy who would do anything to get a not guilty verdict. But only Chuuya knows that after the death of Dazai’s friend, Detective Oda Sakunosuke, during the Mimic Case he was handling, something about Dazai had changed. He no longer took up clients who were guilty; no longer forged evidence or bribed officials. Instead, he took up innocent clients that seemed too impossible to defend; he took the side that truly saves people. And deep down they both knew that they were partners in the pursuit of the truth with every case they took. (Whoooop it’s the ace attorney au for me)
“Chuuuuyyyaaaaaa~”
“What do you want from me, you bandage-waste-of-space?”
“I want you to take up the Weretiger Case.” A pause. “It has to be you.” A whisper.
The teasing atmosphere took a serious turn. “What about this case? You’re gonna be defending Nakajima Atsushi?! You idiot, all the evidence and testimonies point to him!”
“That’s the point, slug.” The man in a blue suit says as he lightly pokes at the shorter man’s forehead, earning a slap directed at his hand, which he quickly dodged. “Atsushi-kun is innocent, but all the evidence and testimonies say he’s guilty.”
Which is why I need you to be the prosecutor of this case, was left unsaid but understood by the other.
The prosecutor scrunched up his nose, unsatisfied by the explanation. “There are other prosecutors skilled enough to investigate this on a deeper level. Stop putting more work on my plate. I’ve been going overtime more often these days, just so you know.”
“Aw~ come on, you always go overtime, Chuuya.” Dazai grins, but something clouds over his eyes as he continues. “The headmaster of Atsushi-kun’s orphanage was the one who filed the case. Funny enough, he’s also the very same man who ‘went out for drinks’ with multiple people involved in this case.” His voice lowered, “At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was the actual culprit behind the crime he’s filed against my client.”
Chuuya’s eyes widened. Back then, before Dazai changed for the better, he would always hurl the insult of ‘going out for a drink’ at Dazai for his dirty ways. They both know the meaning behind those words. He hates to admit it, but knowing the man in front of him for nearly a decade, he knows just how important this request is for Dazai to use that term.
“…… Fine, I’ll take that case.” He grumbles, trying to ignore the twisting feeling inside his chest as he sees the taller man beam at him. “If you don’t get that not-guilty verdict, I’m whacking your head with all the court records I’ll be gathering from my investigation!”
“Gotcha~ my dearest prosecutor!” Dazai winks. Smiling at his rival in court; his partner in pursuing the truth.
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In yet another,
They were children who would never reach adulthood, and perhaps it was better that way. Despite being born into different eras, having lived different lives and dying different deaths, they had one thing in common: their fate to roam the land of the living as lost souls, barred from passing through the gates to the afterlife. But that’s alright; they didn’t mind being ghosts. To watch different kinds of sunsets as they fly through the sky; to pull different kinds of pranks on the living; to watch the changes of the world like how the living does with the changes of seasons—for the rest of eternity…... as long as they have each other to annoy and look out for nothing else seems to matter… (Summer Ghost and Harry Styles’ Two Ghost inspired I’m sorry not sorry)
“Oi, Dazai… I wanna ask you something, but I dunno if it’ll remind you of the time when you were still alive…”
The boy wrapped in bandages hums in response, letting the wind envelope his thin frame—a tiny speck in contrast to the clouds around him.
“Don’t you ever get tired of watching sunsets? I mean, I get that they’re all beautiful and unique but… we’ve been watching them for hundreds of years…” Everyday for the past centuries since they’ve known each other, Dazai would, without fail, drag him to the sky just to watch the setting sun. Chuuya always looked forward to it, but today his curiosity finally got the better of him.
Dazai glances over to his companion; something inside him itches to lie his way out of this. But after being together for centuries, wandering as lost souls around the world, Chuuya had long mastered the art of recognizing his lies. He smiles softly as he drifts closer to the other. “Chuuya will you ever get tired of me?”
The answer was as natural and as definitive as the sun’s movements. “No. But that’s not the answer to my question.” The ginger haired boy rolls his eyes, “Look, if you don’t want to tell me, it’s fine.”
“I’m dead and have been so for centuries, Chuuya; nothing really matters at this point.” Dazai chuckles, “Just like how you’ll never get tired of me. I’ll never get tired of sunsets.”
A pair of bandaged arms gestures to the sky. “Look, when the sky is azure, they are like your eyes. When the sun starts to set, it goes pink like your cheeks, then goes orange like your hair, then goes red like your lips.” Brown eyes twinkle as he speaks, “then it goes purple and blue, like the bruises you hide under your sleeves; and then when night falls it the sky becomes decorated with stars like how freckles decorate your cheeks.
“Yes, sunsets are always beautiful and always unique; one could argue that many things in nature are like that. But, we’ve both seen how forests can burn down, and seas can dry up; mountains can collapse, and glaciers can melt.” Dazai turns to look at the other boy gaping at him, his own voice laced with fondness. “But sunsets are a constant in this world. And you know what else is constant in my world that the setting sun reminds me of?”
They both know the answer to that.
Chuuya stares back at the chocolate-haired boy. A feeling started growing inside his chest; he wasn’t sure what word could describe its movement. Twisting? Aching? Blooming? Beating? Oh, it’s beating. “... Y’know… if I were still alive, I’m sure my heart would be beating real fast at your words.”
“Whoa, Chuuya still remembers what a beating heart feels like?” Dazai marvels, a childlike wonder spreads across his face. “You died waaaay earlier than me, but you remember it better than me. Unfair~”
“Tch, just you wait, idiot Dazai! I’ll make sure that you remember how it feels like to have a heartbeat.” Chuuya huffed, the sunset light dyeing his cheeks pink. “So that you’ll experience what I felt when you said all that to me!”
Laughter like the sound of tiny bells echo across the clouds. They’re just two ghosts… trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat.
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In a mundane one,
They were teenagers with a passion for music. Spending all the time they had messing around with instruments and lyrical word plays, they were later on scouted by big companies who recognized their talents. Debuting with a hit single and a record breaking album, they became known as the musical duo “Double Black”. They’ve always been known for their catchy songs about life and reasons to live, about corruption and sorrow, about the world and humans… And so it was a shock for the whole industry to witness them dropping an album with over thirty different love songs dedicated to ‘the love of their lives’ which they never once mentioned. (They only realized they were in love when they started writing about love, and it’s hilarious because they’ve been each other’s muse after all this time without realizing it)
“This is actually a really good love song.” It was rare for Chuuya to give an honest and straightforward compliment to Dazai; they both always prefer to stab each other with criticism after all. “Who did you write it for?”
Dazai stares blankly at the shorter boy in front of him. Brown eyes blinking slowly at him. “Who do you think I wrote it for?” He answers with a question.
Ginger curls frame a frowning face. “Dunno. I’m not the scheming bastard between the two of us, mackerel.”
“Well…… The title is ‘Sunset Man’... Who do you think is this sunset man, Chuuya?” Each word leaves Dazai’s mouth slowly and carefully, like he’s taming a wild beast approaching him.
Perhaps Chuuya lost his patience, or maybe he’s just too tired today to bother with this. He gives up his pursuit, muttering as he turns away from the other boy. “Whatever. Keep your muse to yourself. I just asked since you never wrote a love song before. But do bring that piece when we meet with our manager next time.”
He misses the frustrated face Dazai makes from the couch as he starts busying himself with dinner preparations. Ignoring the bugging feeling he gets for not knowing who inspired that Dazai to write something so sickeningly sweet and romantic. “A love song is a good change of pace though,” he forces out, trying to distract himself from his feelings. “We better start brainstorming concepts for our next album, maybe we can include that one if we get approval.”
Chuuya’s words were followed by a loud thud on the floor.
“Oi, what’s wrong?” He turned back to see Dazai on the floor, groaning miserably, covering his face with both hands. “I swear if you hit your head and get even dumber than you are now, I’m kicking you out of this place.” Is what he says as he hurries over to the fallen mackerel, just to double-check if the fall was serious or not.
“Chuuya!” Dazai sits up all of a sudden, with a face that’s slightly flushed. “I’m gonna write another love song!”
“???” Chuuya was startled. “Okay?? Go ahead?? Whatever makes you happy??”
“The title…” Dazai looks at him directly in the eyes, wearing an extremely serious expression that further puzzles Chuuya. “is called ‘Idiots to Lovers, Slow-burn at the speed of 220k words’ what do you think?”
Chuuya smacks Dazai’s head at this, forgetting the latter’s fall from the couch just moments ago. “I knew it, you dramatic idiot! You were reading those cringey fanfics about us on the internet again, weren’t you! Stop rotting in fanfictions and start writing songs already!”
“But they serve as good inspiration for me~” The brown-haired musician whines. “Do you think someone who’s too busy babying a chibi dog has the chance to experience something romantic enough to write a song like ‘Sunset Man’?”
“Who’s babying who you whiny bastard!?” The other musician retorts, once more ignoring the feeling of relief that washes over him knowing that Dazai was using cringe works of fiction as inspiration for his love song instead of an actual muse—no, he is definitely not relieved by this piece of information, nor did he feel any better with the fact that said works of fictions are about them written in the twisted perspectives and assumptions of their fanbase about his professional relationship with Dazai. He definitely is not—
“Chuuya~” Dazai cuts his thoughts with a teasing voice, “wanna see who writes a better love song between the two of us?”
Mischief and signs of scheming flash in his brown eyes, Chuuya’s heart skips a beat at the challenge.
“Bring it on, mackerel. I’m gonna compose love songs that are so sickeningly romantic that they’d make yours look like a cheesy pile of lyrics and notes.”
“The game is on, my chibi.” My muse.
In which two musicians decided to write love songs as a competition. Only to realize how easily it comes for them to do so, only to realize that they had a muse to always write about and associate love songs with, only to realize that somewhere along the lines of music that they’ve been in love with each other since a long time ago.
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And in one other universe…and galaxy,
They grew up and trained together as space rangers, but time had warped their relationship into something as astronomical and as twisted and as dense as the celestial bodies in the galaxy. After years of turmoil, they’re finally reunited under the blaring emergency lights of a spacecraft—not as space rangers, but one as the emperor of the galaxy and the other as the general commander of the galactic fleet. (did y’all know that Dazai’s voice actor also voiced for Reinhard from The Legend of the Galactic Heroes, and guess what else do they have in common?? thEY BOTH LOVE THEIR RED HEAD RIGHT HAND MAN)
“Dazai. You have to leave. Now.”
“Now, now, Chuuya, that’s a really rude way to greet someone you haven’t met in years.”
“You idiot! Reinforcements are coming, at this rate, you’ll really get assassinated—”
“And get the peaceful death I longed to have? I sure could wait for it—”
“This isn’t the time to be joking, Dazai!” Glaring emergency lights dye the room bloody red, as the general’s grip on the emperor’s collars tighten. “You have to leave before someone else other than me finds you!”
“Chuuya, do you know of the legend about the stars?” Was the calm response to the angry voice. Dazai Osamu was talking as if he wasn’t standing inside a spacecraft that might as well be his coffin. “They say that each star represents a timeline similar to ours. If science were advanced enough, we might be able to get into a different timeline by flying directly into the core of the star.”
“What nonsense are you spouting right now?” Chuuya could hear his own voice shake with emotions he chose to label as anger. They both know that this isn’t the right time for idle talk. But they were once space rangers— fighters who were used to waltzing with death, a duo as unstoppable as a storm, before duties and responsibilities chained them down. This isn’t the first time they have had such moments while at the doors of death.
“I’m sorry I ruined our dream of becoming space cowboys.” The emperor of the galaxy whispered. It was a soft and quiet voice, but to Chuuya it was enough to silence all the blaring noises around them.
“You had promises to keep. I had responsibilities to carry out.” The general commander whispered back. “We both couldn’t let go. Space cowboys and bounty hunts be damned.”
A sad smile twisted its way onto the bandaged face. “And this time, the whole galaxy and duties be damned.”
Sparks of explosions waltz around the spaceship as a small spacecraft escapes into the empty void of space.
Dazai Osamu’s final lie. Nakahara Chuuya’s last promise
“In the next life, or perhaps a universe parallel to ours, let’s be the most legendary space cowboys the galaxy will ever see.”
Somewhere in the galaxy, the core of a star dies—collapsing from the force of gravity, giving birth to a black hole.
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In another universe,
Human experiment test subject A5158 did not know if he was an artificial being or if there were really mermaids out there in the vast wild waters. No one bothered to tell him. Until the newest recruit, a young science prodigy, told him that mermaids did exist deep down the oceans. He thought that he was already content with having that knowledge— knowing that he wasn’t a lonely existence in this world. But that sense of contentment was immediately shattered when that very same young scientist, a boy, really, asked him: “Would you like to escape with me and see it for yourself?” (late mermay thingz aksjdhglasg)
A year after their grand escape, in a local town by the sea, sits the humble shack of a young fisherman. The townsfolk who passed by would always sigh and say “What a waste it is for a brilliant mind like him to spend the rest of his days throwing nets over the sea!”
Yet whenever they tried to encourage him to reach for greater heights in the world, the young brunette would simply chuckle and say, “A bird who flies into the skies will never reach the fish that swims into the seas.”
“Oh young man,” they would reply, “but the city is ever changing, and ever growing. Once you see it, surely you won’t miss the boring waters of this lowly town.”
“It’s not the waters that keep me by the sea.” The former scientist replies, “It’s my anchor, that has reached deep under these waters, that keeps me here.” A gentle smile lingers on his lips.
And later that night, he visits the town to distribute his ‘catch’—a variety of fish, many that could only be caught at the heart of the sea. “No way, Dazai-san! These are all extremely hard to catch, how could you just give it to us for free?”
“Don’t sweat on it.” He grins, “They aren’t that hard to catch for me.”
“Now that you say it, I actually haven’t seen you set up your boat to fish for the day. Yet you managed to get so much harvest today?” The townsfolk wondered.
“Well, there are some trade secrets I’d like to keep to myself~” He waves it off as he returns to his cozy shack and is welcomed by a salty splash to the face.
“You went out to get credited for my catch again, you sly mackerel.” A brilliant red tail lazily swims through a passage of water, one that Dazai had built into the shack so that the merman could enter anytime he wished.
“Chuuya~ they loved it! I wanted to make sure that me being a fisherman here would greatly benefit them so that they’d stop trying to convince me to leave for the city and what other nonsense, you should praise me for being smart!”
The merman rolled his eyes as he sighs. “They’re not wrong, though.” He ignores the betrayed gasp the man makes, “Try to live for yourself for once, Dazai.”
“Chuuya, I am living for myself! Can’t you see it? I’m shellfish-ly keeping this wonderful mermaid all to myself~”
“You’re impossible.” Another sigh, this time exasperated with fondness. “Like a damned barnacle sticking to me for the rest of my life.”
Hazel eyes that were once bandaged now shine as a pair as plans for the rest of their lives flash through them like a whirlwind of ideas. “For the rest of our lives.” He agrees.
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…📖✍️… (part 1, part 2)
#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bsd fanart#bsd skk#soukoku#double black#bsd dazai#bsd chuuya#alternate universe#art study#bsd dazai osamu#bsd nakahara chuuya#i had fun making these hope you had fun going through them too :3#their dynamic will always be something special to me 😭#they are partners your honor#part three in coming soon maybe#okay but soukoku in space concepts unlocked something emotional to me idk how to explain#i wanted to make these all angsty but for some reason they all ended up not so angsty???#if you get all the references for these aus you get a cake from me lol#people in part one were reblogging about reading fics about the aus so i tried my best *key word: tried* to write bite size dialogues#please forgive my rustyass writing ;-;#if yall wanna expand on any of these feel free to reblog bc i’s read the heck out of it!!!!!#let me know in the tags which ones are your favs too! owo#my art
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y'know, im something of a roman empire myself actually
platonic!Johnny Cage x platonic!gen-z!reader; neutral!Kenshi Takahashi x platonic!reader; platonic!Raiden x platonic!reader; platonic!Kung Lao x platonic!reader; platonic!Lui Kang x platonic!reader
no beta reading we die like men. here’s another chapter even though i have like 3 papers due within 2 weeks.
after stepping out of the portal, your eyes catch first the palace setting. how its stone and marble material reached towards the sky and provided a sturdy foundation for your feet. there was clear signs of royalty with the hues of gold and purple that mingled with the color of natural scenery.
however, the view was interrupted when the armed guard replaced it. stern and well-postured, you straightened your back to replicate the menacing look. liu kang had educated you well enough before leaving so you could differentiate the two princesses among them.
johnny whistled, prepared to ruin the scenic moment immediately with that mouth of his. you elbowed him again, “not now” you mouthed.
“you should listen to your assistant more,” raiden said as Earthrealm’s chosen defender. “i’m sure she goes through a lot to keep you out of trouble.”
liu kang hummed in agreement before bowing before the princesses, addressing them as mileena and kitara. the rest of the group’s actions followed after the god.
as he went around, he introduced everyone. well, everyone except you, you stood farther back than the hand-selected fighters. but, your presence did not go unnoticed.
“and the girl?” mileena raised her eyebrow.
liu kang pursed his lips again before speaking, “a spectator, at the request of johnny cage. i assure you that she is of no threat.”
you inch back a little farther behind the pack as the attention seemed to have shifted to your meek form. thankfully, conversation was more focused on the battles that were to take place.
“i hope you are prepared raiden. our champions are determined to win.” kitana smirked.
“myself included, it’s been too long since Outworld has hailed victory.” mileena held her head high in confidence.
before you could also disgrace the group with your quick retorts, the conversation was interrupted by a guard, but clearly one of a higher ranker or importance. tanya, the future empress called her, declared that you all head to the capitol and without further hesitation, you all moving once more.
you made sure to be out of sight, realizing now just how out of place you really were in terms of stature and build. to keep your mind off things, you took out your phone and quietly did the job you were hired to do: vlog.
so as you guys paraded through the city, you whispered amongst the group and took shots of the Outworldian city.
“so raiden give us a little pre-game interview. how do you feel as earth realm’s champion fighter? surely, everyone is gonna want a piece of you.” you shoved the lens into his face again in true paparazzi fashion.
he flushed, you could tell the attention that he has been getting as of late was new to him, but he entertained your antics anyway.
“definitely a little nervous, but also confident. i won against three other of lui kang’s handpicked fighters so i know i have the ability.” he rubbed the back of his neck as confetti had begun raining down.
“a great insight to have raiden. i implore you to keep that same energy throughout our time here.” liu kang spoke like a proud father.
“and you kangaroo?” your low-attention span now shifted.
the nickname always seemed to catch him off guard, so with a recollected sigh, he spoke, “pleased.”
“kung fu! ken-doll! get in on all the fun! we’re being celebrated right now.” you yelled, eager to ramp up the energy within the group.
“we are being celebrated, you just happen to be here also.” kenshi brushed past you, unwilling to give you anything else. ouch. but johnny was quick to replace him, shaking his fist like an angry old man at kenshi’s insult.
kung lao and johnny matched you energy-wise as you all declared that when raiden wins the tournament, you’d order mountains of food and create content to entertain the fans back in Earthrealm.
once a little more composed, you took notice of all the different kinds of beings there were in outworld, you also took in how it felt to be celebrated. mileena seeing the curiosity in your eyes began recanting to raiden about the history of Outworld. she even mentioned about her late father.
you cut liu kang off in the middle of him performing his diplomatic duty, “i’m sorry for your loss. must be difficult.” you provide a flat smile.
“i appreciate your gesture, but you have nothing to be sorry for. not as much as this one here…” she mutters. she stops the carriage to get off and approach a figure in the distance. in the mean time, liu kang is not ignorant to the interaction between you and mileena.
“you have lost your father too.” he spoke, his tone sympathetic. you look down, the camera no longer recording. there was no escaping the conversation with the all-knowing god.
“my mother and sister too. a home-invasion gone wrong. i wasn’t home. i never was, always afraid of missing out. so i blew them off that night when they wanted to watch a movie in favor of partying with friends.”
silence hovered over the group despite the festival music still playing in the background. you made quick work of wiping your tears before apologizing again, scared of dampening the mood. johnny, who knew of your story when he hired you, just provided a comforting arm around your shoulder.
“so your humor is a cover-up, huh?” kenshi muttered.
“really, you want to do this right now?” johnny stood from his position in the carriage. kenshi also stood, making the carriage a little wobbly.
kung lao and raiden replaced his spot on either side, providing you with shoulders to lean on.
“now, now. we will not make a display of ignorance.” liu kang intercepted immediately, a stern tone taking over. “kenshi, now is not the time or place. johnny, not every altercation needs verbal and physical offense. i order you both to sit back down and let us carry on to Empress Sindel’s palace.”
and so it was. mileena returned and the parade carried on as she muttered “li mei and those damned tarkatans” under her breath.
you collected yourself at the palace and stood amongst the group discussing tactics for the fights raiden would be enduring. suddenly, silence took over before johnny pushed you behind him, “red alert. stock villain incoming.”
he spoke in reference to what you would classify as demon split the crowd. his tall stature definitely struck fear deep within you. maybe now would be a good time to start praying. liu kang introduced him as general shao. his goal clear, to antagonize and belittle the group of Earthrealmers that stood before him. the others remained tall before him, but you were kept behind them out of necessary precaution.
the princesses returned and sat on their respective thrones beside Empress Sindel. there was no pause or hesitation for further introduction. she immediately began setting the stage for which raiden would take alongside his enemies.
you begin twirling your hair out of anxiety when his first opponent was introduced. the same li mei that mileena seems to distrust. you found out soon enough in empress sindel’s “motivation” speech.
then the battles commenced. each one menacing than the last. but each time raiden came out victorious. the first part of the tournament was adjourned and true to your goal, you, raiden, kung lao, and johnny made the most of the dinner that was provided. you couldn’t help but feel giddy despite the emotions you let loose earlier. maybe the relationship between Earthrealm and Outworld wasn’t as bad as kangaroo made it seem. you watch as johnny flirted with every woman at the party, as kenshi remained unbothered, and kung lao finish plate after plate. raiden and liu and seemed deep in conversation.
that’s when the feeling returned. the one of doubt that sat deep in your stomach and extended into your throat. everyone here had a place, even in this new world. you begin picking at the remnants of food on your plate.
“i never got your name warrior.”
you look up and notice that it was princess kitana. as instructed by lui kang, you bow before her.
“no need,” she paused. “i just want to know who you are in relation to everyone.” she sat down in the empty chair next to you.
“firstly, i am no warrior, but my name is y/n. this is more of a business trip to me than one of diplomatic relations.”
“hm. a little disappointing. but, lui kang doesn’t bring just anyone to Outworld.” she swirled a glass of exotic wine before sipping.
you chuckle, once again fully aware of how out of place you were. you don’t respond though.
“have you ever fought before?” she raised an eyebrow.
“maybe when i was younger. i took ballet, gymnastics and karate, but i lost all passion for those beginning crafts when my family… i’m sorry.” you used the napkins provided to blot at your eyes.
kitana shared a look of understanding. she even placed a hand on top of yours.
“i think you should get back into it. not only is it an excellent outlet, but,” she extended the ‘u’ for emphasis and dramatization. “i’m surrounded by brutes on a daily bases and would love some feminine company. maybe i can show you something?” she leaned in, eyeing the space around you guys for anyone lurking in your conversation.
and how stupid would you be to deny the princess’ request. with stifled giggles and rushed footsteps, kitana grabbed your hand and rushed off to the palace quarters. sindel watched in amusement, she had the same harmless suspicion as a mother watching her daughter and a friend do some secret activity at a sleepover.
“i won’t go too hard on you, just show you moves you can do when someone invades your space in a manner that is distasteful.”
it only took a couple minutes for liu kang and the rest of the quartet to notice your usual cheerful and sometimes invasive presence was missing. and how lucky, you did not have to witness mileena’s moment of weakness or when general shao insulted your boys or the plans he had that had yet to be unravelled.
when you finally returned to them later that night, you were a little bruised and definitely sore, but you wouldn’t rest until you could show what you learned on a real person, someone like… a drunk johnny cage.
“how did you manage to sneak off with princess kitana?” kenshi quipped, a little dismayed that it was you of all people.
“i didn’t do anything, in fact, it was her who rizzed me up. don’t be jealous ken-doll.” you wiggled your eyebrows to piss him off further.
“well don’t leave anything to the imagination. what happened?” johnny slurred. this time, he was cosigned by a similarly drunk kung lao, leaving a blushing raiden behind.
“yeah? you wanna know?” you egged them on, leading them to their impending doom.
they nodded eagerly. “well come closer, i can’t exactly say this with so many ears leading back to the empress.” you tease.
when they approach and lean down for you to whisper into their ear, you unleashed your attack. you provide a swift uppercut to kung lao’s chin sending him flying back before he composed himself. you then quickly drop down before swinging your leg around to knock johnny off his. kung lao, the ever so competitive, charged back. this time, you used your refreshed gymnastic skills from kitana to avoid his rapid punches.
round off after round off you avoided him until you could feel your exhaustion setting in, while on your hands, you bent your knees and elbows, trying to gain enough energy to push off and drive your legs up. your heels made contact with kung lao’s chin and sent him flying back. he did not get back up, succumbing to the contact and his drunken haze.
after you sent johnny to the ground, he made no attempt to get up, his drunken state rendering him incapacitated.
you gracefully finish the round off and put both your hands in the air as if you as if you had finished an award winning gymnastics routine.
raiden clapped, clearly amused at the current state of his friends. kenshi rolled his eyes, but had a little smirk on his face. “since johnny was so adamant about you capturing everything, you should take a photo of them now.”
“omg ken-doll, that’s the best idea you have had yet!” you squeal and proceed to whip the device out to do so.
“i see that your confidence is back on the mend. i’m happy for you. i am also glad that you are no longer running from conflict.” liu kang chuckled and pat you on the back.
raiden picked up the unconscious kung lao while kenshi attended to johnny. you all then proceeded to walk to the quarters provided to you to settle in and prepare for the next day.
“i knew i had chosen right after all.” liu kang said.
“me? chosen? you flatter me kangaroo.” you smile.
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(The Next Day)
raiden stood before empress sindel, though her daughters were missing from their standard positions. she commemorated him of his past victories and how he only had two opponents who stood before him.
you were back on the sidelines with johnny, phone already recording. you were trying so hard not to yell out “Out-Worldstar”. the jokes just write themselves really.
so imagine your surprise when she announced that kitana was to be his next opponent. slyly, you and johnny slid your phones back into your pockets and just started whistling. all of a sudden interested in the plants and decorations rather than raiders impending doom.
“come on guys, you don’t have any faith in raiden?” kung lao nudged.
“it’s not that,” johnny began. “it’s that he’s definitely going to feel it after,” you finished.
“and i will win.” kitana interjected. she looked over at you, you could tell by the crinkle in her eye, she was smiling, ready to show you what it meant to really be femme fatale.
their quarrel began and liu kang had to even stop himself from giggling as you stared at kitana with a wide mouth and a hint of fear in your eyes. she could definitely hold her own in kombat. she performed aerial flips and even put her magic skills to the test against his lightening. it was miraculous even that their fight looked as if they were floating, feet only touching the ground for a moment before attacking or blocking.
despite her flare and her fans, raiden defeated her in a split second moment of weakness. but it didn’t damper how you felt about the strength she exhibited, if anything, it only fueled the fire in you to get back into your hobbies that you discussed last night. you were determined to actually earn your position within liu kang’s entourage.
she congratulated his victory and with no moment of rest, raiders next opponent was introduced: general shao.
you, johnny, kenshi, and kung lao visibly and audibly gulped. kenshi even tugged at his collar a bit to relieve pressure. it seemed as if the ground shook as he approached the ring. you heard how he made a commotion last night by insulting Earthrealmers and their inherent weakness, so you knew he would show no mercy towards raiden.
you look around at your companions, while lui kang focused intensely on the oncoming battle, everyone else was face deep in a newspaper. this caused you to tilt your head while wearing a monotonous look upon your face.
“ok, i know we are all concerned right now, but maybe the least we can do is cheer him on during his final fight.” neurons began firing as you thought of ways to encourage raiden. then it hit you.
“no.”
“ken-doll come onnnnn. you have to join in or else it won’t be authentic.” you begged, hugging his leg and refusing to get off despite his attempts to kick and remove you.
“i am not doing a pom-pom cheer for a fight.” he grit his teeth.
“come on man, its his last one. we either celebrate now or he dies without ever knowing we were there for him.” johnny wrapped his arm around kung lao and kenshi.
“we can be like the Jackson 5! raiden being michael, obviously” he continued.
“i can hear you guys.” raiden turned, almost embarrassed.
“one time?” kenshi looked down at you, who was still holding on to his leg, returning his stare with puppy dog eyes, your lips wobbling.
you nodded feverishly. he sighed knowing that you have managed to knock his ego down twice now.
“ok.”
you hopped back up excitedly and immediately got your camera ready and positions set.
the kombat was long and brutal, general shao taking every attack raiden gave him and raiden doing the same. though, you do think your plan to increase raiden’s mood distracted the general at some points, allowing raiden to get some solid hits in. you could not lie, raiden’s usual shy demeanor did not match the one before you: a calm, composed, yet deadly storm. his movements also memorized you as his flash of lightning put on a show similar to that of fireworks.
and as general shao fell to the ground, it fell silent even as the ground trembled. you cheered and even entered the ring to give him a hug with the strength of a anaconda, lifting him off the ground some.
“you did it! you singlehandedly saved Earthrealm” you bounced with misplaced excitement.
“and she calls me kangaroo.” liu kang enters as well to also congratulate his champion.
sindel arose to also congratulate him before swiftly disappearing to someplace that would remain unknown to you.
“come. let us bid our hosts farewell and return to Earthrealm.” liu kang looked pleased at the state of his entourage before leading the way.
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How abouut…. Bakugo with black reader grumbling about getting dragged to the club but you try to convince him that it’ll be fun bc he’ll be with the guys while you stick with the girls and it’ll be a cute lil outting for y’all. he gets irritated but figures he should go bc you’re looking like 🔥sin🔥 in that black dress and he would want to be around just in case anyone tries it but he honestly gets more than he bargains for when he sees u throwin it back w the girls and it’s over when he sees someone approaching you and now he’s tight bc he’s gotta drag u out the club and show youre his 👀👀, just a thought 👉🏽👈🏽🥺
Oh...oh hell yeah, this is perfect!!! Like this was my face when I read the request:
Little Black Dress ┆ K. Bakugou
Pairing : Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Black!Reader
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
cw: alcohol mentions, unprotected sex, choking, cockwarming, oral (fem. giving), overstim, fingering, impact-play, slut-calling, some aftercare, praise, some degradation, smut (obviously) MDNI
All characters are aged up!!
Author’s note: soooo, this was originally gonna be a headcannon/drabble post, but I REALLY liked this request so I decided to turn it into a short fic, I hope you enjoy‼️<3
Minors Do Not Interact // 18+
“Why the hell are we even going?” Katsuki uttered loud enough for you to hear, causing you to sigh from the bathroom.
“Katsu, c’mon! Mina invited us out so we could finally get a fuckin’ break. You can hang with the guys, I hang with the girls, we all can drink, dance, get lit. It’s gonna be fun,” you said as Katsuki made a ‘tch’ sound from your shared bedroom.
Mina had invited you, Katsuki, Kirishima, Deku, Ochacco, Kaminari, Jirou, Hagakure, and Sero out to the club to get sort of an escape from the day-to-day hero life. Obviously after tonight, and the morning after you nursed your hangovers, it would be back to business.
“Ok, how do I look?” Katsuki’s eyes almost bulged out of his head when he saw you. Your curves filled out the silk, black dress, it stopping at mid-thigh, dipped low in the front, backless, and only held up on you by a few strings.
Katsuki looked at you like you were straight up sin, and goddamn, did he wanna be a sinner right now.
“Still don't wanna go?” you asked cockily, leaning against the doorframe, resting your hand on your hip. You could see him subtly shift in his seat as his eyes flit from your chest, to your hips, then slowly up to your face.
“Tch, c’mon n’ let’s go, ya cocky lil shit,”
So there you all were, the smell of sweat, sex, and alcohol wafting through the air. You and the crew stood in front if the bustling club, live with energy. You and Mina we're going to practically buzzing with excitement. Glasses of sickly sweet drinks were poured, making the person who ingested them feel light and airy, like they were on top of the world.
“Alright ladies n’ gents, let's go get some shots cause I'm tryna drunk n’ nasty,” she spoke, sending a wink to Kirishima, making him wink right back.
“Do not make babies on the dancefloor, I beg of you,” Sero mumbled as you laughed, grabbing Mina’s hand, then she grabbed Ochacco’s, who grabbed Hagakure’s, who then grabbed Jirou’s as you all head to the bar, leaving the guys stuck.
Soon, drinks were poured, music was bumping, people were dancing and having a good time, as they should. The honey-colored liquid made your head float as you moved your body with your friends to the bass thumping through the club.
You were feeling the music, the fun, having a great time, but there was one issue. Katsuki hadn’t been paying you attention all night. He only really conversated when you stopped at the bar to get another drink, or whenever you and the girls took a break from dancing. The thought made you subtly pout in frustration.
You began to move your hips provocatively, wining and twisting your lips, hypnotizing anyone who looked. This caused a bit of an uproar, seeing as more and more people began to crowd around you, hyping you up. Katsuki heard the commotion on the floor, eyebrow raising as he wondered what the hell was going on. He moved past the people, subtly not-so-subtly shoving past people. Once he saw, his eye twitched in irritation.
You, his girl, his woman, was in the center of the floor putting on a show for everyone to see. You were throwing ass so disrespectfully in that dress, he was surprised the cops weren’t called for disrespectful-ass throwing. Katsuki watched silently, feeling his blood boil while perverted eyes watched you, lusted for you. How dare they? You were his, and his only.
His final straw was when someone, a man, slinked closer to you. Katsuki couldn't tell who he was, or what he looked like, due to the lighting of the club. He watched as the guy stuck out a hand, reaching for your ass.
“Oh, hell no,” the blond thought to himself, angrily trudging over to you. You glanced, seeing Katsuki getting closer.
“Kats-”
“Shut up, we need to talk,” you couldn't even get a word out, you were too busy being dragged to the back of the club, down the dark hallway, and into the bathroom, the door licking behind the both of you.
“Have you lost, you're fuckin’ mind?!” he exclaimed as you winced at his tone, it making your head pound.
“Shhhhh, you're so loudddd. Besides, don't even know why y’ care. Y’ haven't been payin’ me no attention allllll night. What, cause I put on a little show, it's an issue?” you asked as he pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes shut as he breathed out deeply.
You scoffed, rolling your eyes, obviously being over this bullshit.
“Mmkay, while you're in here havin’ your bitch fit, I'm gonna go out n’ continue to par-” his hand slammed up, blocking you from the doorway. You looked at his hand and arm like it was a foreign object, wondering what the hell he thought this was.
“Uh, excuse me? I don't know who the hell you think you blo...” you sentence trailed off as you looked into his eyes, them darkened with lust. He looked down at you, the way your brown skin looked in the red lights of the bathroom, the way that little, black dress fit tightly in all the right places.
“You,” he gripped your waist, turning you and pinning you against the sink counter.
“Ain’t goin’ nowhere. You wanna put on a show for everybody to see what's mine? Fine, I'll show you why you're mine,” all of a sudden, your hands were being pinned on the counter, hissing as a shooting pain going up your spine, asscheek throbbing.
“Katsu-”
“Shut it, slut. I obviously gotta remind you who you belong to since you wanna act out,” he bent you over farther, smacking your ass again, earning a shocked gasp from you. There was something different in his eyes, something feral. It made your thighs mush together as you felt your core pooling with heat.
He smacked your ass again, a slight moan escaping your mouth from the pleasurable pain. His hand trailed down your spine, flipping up the back of the dress, seeing your panty-less behind.
“N’ you got the nerve to not wear panties either? Oh, baby,” he leaned down, close to your ear while grabbing your hair to pull you back.
“I'm gonna fuck you nice and good,”
Katsuki’s hand tightened around your neck, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. You squealed loudly as you felt Katsuki’s fingers plunging into you, curling and hitting against all the right spots.
“Ngh! Kats-shit!” You exclaimed, biting your lips as Katsuki’s fingers moved faster and faster.
“Look at you, takin’ these fingers like a fuckin’ slut. Show me how good it feels, baby,” he commanded in your ear as your eyes rolled, letting out a loud moan, clutching his hand that was placed on your waist.
He bit his lip at the sight of you, his lover, melting at his touch and begging him to slow down. It made his bulge throb against the fabric of his pants.
“Mmm, look at you babygirl, look at how pretty you look,” your head hung low as you breathed deeply, your legs shaking and your core throbbing as you juices ran down your legs and onto his fingers.
“You heard me, slut,”
Suddenly, your head was yanked up by your hair, Bakugou forcing you to look at yourself.
“When I tell you to fuckin’ do somethin’, you take orders like a hood little slut, you hear?” He asked as you mumbled something unintelligible.
“Oi,” he smacked the side of your face, yanking you back roughly and then gripping around your jaw, holding your face class to his.
“You should know, I don’t like fuckin’ repeatin’ myself. When I tell you to fuckin’ do somethin’, you do it. You fuckin’ understand?” He asked, gripping around your neck.
“Yes!” You cried as Katsuki smacked your ass with thunder hard force.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes daddy!” You exclaimed as he chuckled menacingly, licking his lips mischievously.
“Good, goood girlll, such a good girl. In fact,” you heard the sound of a zipper unzipping and something, thick, hard, and throbbing against your asscheek.
“You feel what you do to me, slut? Hmm?” He asked, smacking his shaft against your ass.
“Answer me,” another hard slap to your ass.
“Fuck! Yes!” You exclaimed.
“You want me to fuck you? Hmm?” He asked, biting his bottom lip as he rubbed the tip against your swollen, wet folds.
“Yes,” you muttered, barely audible.
You yelped out in pain as he smacked your ass.
“I can’t hear you, slut. Say it again for me, you want me to fuck you?” He asked.
“Yes,” you spoke, a little louder this time.
Another smack, a burning hot sensation that brought tears to your eyes.
“Louder, baby,”
“Yes!” Another hard slap again.
“Louder, slut,” he smacked your ass roughly as you choked back a sob, feeling your ass throbbing.
“Yes! God, fuck me!” You whined loudly as Katsuki chuckled, subtly rubbing your abused ass.
“Of course I’ll fuck you, babe. But first,” you were forced on your knees, gripped by the back of your neck, and forced to look up at Katsuki.
“You’re gonna take care of the shit you caused,” he said, smacking his tip against your lips.
“Open,” you obliged.
“Get to it, and if you stop, I’ll face fuck you until you’re fuckin’ crying,” you immediately got to it, working both your hands, mouth, and tongue around his shaft, teasing his tip and gagging around his length.
“Ahhhh, fuck, baby. That fuckin’ mouth,” he groaned, his head falling back in pleasure as he held your hair back in a makeshift ponytail. You moaned around the base of him as you deepthroat him, not helping but to touch yourself as the faces and noises he was making.
“Yeah, that’s it bitch, c’mon. Suck that dick like your life fuckin’ depends on it,” you gagged again as you pulled back, globs of spit and precum dripping down your chin.
“C’mon, sexy bitch, keep goin’ until I cum all over that mouth and those pretty tits of yours,” you began to suckle his balls, jerking him off and massaging the tip of him, his head falling back as he let out a loud moan.
“Yeahhhh, baby, c’mon, c’mon, just like-AH!” Katsuki felt himself throb in your mouth, him hunching over you and letting out a slight whimper as he came down your throat, pulling out of your mouth as cum came spurting out onto your lips and chest.
“Get up, ‘n turn the fuck around, I’m not done with you yet,” you stood, turning so your back faced him and he bent you over, the cool ceramic porcelain of the sink making you nipples hard because of the cold.
Without warning, Katsuki slammed into you, making you scream. He pulled you back by your neck, choking you as he thrust roughly into you.
“Ahh! Katsukiiii!” You whined as your ass clapped and jiggled against him.
“Yeah? That feel good?” He asked as you moaned, nodding.
“Tell me,”
“Feels so good! Your d-dick ‘s so good!” You moaned as he bit his lip, groaning lowly in your ear.
“Yeah? I’m the only one who can give you dick this good, huh?” He asked.
“Yesss! Only you-FUCK!” You yelled as he hit that spot, making you take it.
“Mmm, you’re the only one I want, the only one I wanna give this dick to, the only one who I know can take it like a good girl,” Katsuki praised as you moaned, feeling a knot in your stomach building up.
“K-Kats! ‘M ‘gna cum!” You mewled as Katsuki tilted your head back, kissing you sloppily.
“Cum for me then, baby. Keep takin’ that dick, just like that. You take it so good, baby, I’m so proud of you. Cum, cum for me,” he gently coaxed as the knot in your stomach finally realeased, your vision scattering with white dots and your voice leaving your body as you began to orgasm, Katsuki still stroking in and out of you.
“Take it, take it baby, ‘cause I’m not stoppin’ til I cum in that sweet, pretty little pussy of yours,” your eyes rolled back as you begged him to slow down but he kept the pace.
“Ahhhh! Katsukiiiiii!” You cried, feeling your legs shake as you creamed down your legs and all over his dick.
“Yessss, yes baby, fuck!” He hissed, leaning forward and pressing his chest against your back, holding you close, massaging your tits as he came inside you, shooting his load into you as he groaned in your ear, catching his breath.
“K-Kats,” you slurred, feeling drowsiness overwhelm you.
“I know…I know. Here, lemme clean you,” Katsuki then grabbed a few paper towels and wiping up the mess on your legs, face and chest.
He then kissed your swollen ass, softly rubbing the abused flesh. He then stood up, kissing your softly.
“You ok?” He asked as you slumped forward, breathing deeply against his chest. He chuckled, kissing your forehead. He slipped off your heels and fixed himself, picking you up bridal style as he carried you out of the club bathroom.
“Where have you guys be-ohhhhh,” Denki wiggled his eyebrows as Katsuki knowingly as the blond mouthed ‘shut the fuck up’, and his ignored all of the playful taunts towards him.
“Jeez, Bakugou, knocked her out, huh?” Kirishima asked as the blond scoffed.
“Yeah, yeah, but it just lets all these other fuckers know that nobody can have her, also,” Bakugou smiled smugly.
“Nobody can beat the pussy up like me,”
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Protectors- magic bullet
Derek hale x reader
Hi ok so this took so long to wright omg, anyway I hope you like it there's not a lot of moments between Derek and reader but I added a more at the end
Ps (Her healing looks much like Derek’s except the color.)
Y/n stood behind Derek as he bent down looking at a drop of blood. “Do you know whose it is?” She whispered, bending down behind him. “No, it’s like the scent is covered” he whispered back. The pair heard something causing them to look around on high alert. Y/ns senses were more heightened than Derek’s in times like these. Y/n turned her head forward seeing the alpha climb the side of the building across from them. Seeing this she sprinted towards it assuming Derek was right behind her, she was right. She knew when she saw Derek running right beside her jumping over objects trying to catch up to the alpha. They climbed to the roof of a random building and Derek sniffed the air trying to catch its scent while y/n tried tracking its energy. Y/n jumped to the next roof about to start running after the alpha again but before she could a gunshot rang through the air causing her to turn to where the sound came from only to see Derek fall back and off the roof. Y/n quickly ran to the edge of the roof and muttered a spell to somewhat break his fall.
Once y/n saw that he was on the ground and alive she jumped off the roof using the same spell she used on Derek to break her fall. Once she landed she ran to Derek who was perched up against a random building. “Damn it Derek” she whispered shouted as she reached him falling down to her knees lifting up his sleeve to see the bullet wound letting out some sort of a blue smoke. Derek’s face winced in pain as he leaned his head back against the building. “Here let me try and take some of the pain” she whispered, grabbing his arm but before she could mutter the spell Derek’s other hand slapped hers away “no don’t you're gonna use too much energy.” He huffed out. Y/n looked at him as if the was the dumbest thing she had ever heard “you do know it is my job to protect the people I live and you are at the very top of the list right?” She asked before putting her hand right back in the place it was causing him to glare at her. “Glare all you want to wolf man we’re not leaving until you let me take some of your pain away” she said muttering a spell causing her eyes to glow the vibrant purple and purple lines began to flow up hers and Derek’s arm. His tense body relaxed at the feeling of relief. “Come on we gotta go before whoever shot you comes to finish off the job” she said before helping the wounded werewolf up.
Time skip————
It is now the next day school had just let out and Derek and y/n met at the back of the school. “So did you find him?” She asked Derek who was very ill looking. He leaned up against the school building “no” he huffed “did you?” He asked. Yn sighed worried “no but I did find out he’s going out to Allison’s today, she may have the bullet in her house, considering Kate’s here” she mumbled the last part but she knew Derek heard her. “What?” His head shot up at this. “Oh nothing, just your physic ex-girlfriend is in town. No biggie” y/n sassed finding her nails interesting. She then shook her head and helped Derek up as he now could barely walk without any assistance. “Whatever we’ll talk about this when you're not on the brink of death, plus school just let out so they should be in the parking lot” she said. When they reached the Parking lot they stopped right in the middle of the road when Derek unexpectedly collapsed bringing y/n with him. She heard a tire screech and a ‘Jesus these guys are everywhere’ coming from inside she immediately knew it was stiles and she let out a breath of relief. “Der you gotta try and control your shift if not that then your eyes” she whispers as Scott and stiles came running from beside stiles jeep “what are you doing here” Scott asked. “I was shot” Derek said, breathing heavily. “He’s not looking so good dude” stiles says to Scott
“He can't, I've been trying to heal him all night, it was a different kind of bullet” y/n spoke up from behind him. She was behind Derek keeping him upright. “A silver bullet?” Stiles asked, leaning forward a bit. “No you idiot” “wait, wait, that’s what she meant when she said you have 48 hours” Scott said in recollection. “Wha- who said that” y/n asked, her voice stern. “The person who shot him” Scott replied. Before y/n could say anything Derek’s body tensed and his eyes shifted again. Scott looked around in panic “what are you doing stop that” he said. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, I can’t” Derek growled. “Derek, get up” Scott commanded. People around them started to get impatient honking their horns ready to leave the school.
Stiles helped Scott lift Derek off of y/n and put him in stiles jeep. Y/n grabbed Scott’s arm “Scott I need you to find out what bullet she used” y/n commanded voice stern. “How the hell am I supposed to do that?” Scott asked. Derek spoke up from the jeep “she’s an argent, she’s with them”. Scott looked at Derek “why should I help you, y/n I’d help but why you?” He asked. At this y/n pushed Scott’s shoulder back becoming defensive “because you need him I can only teach you so much, but if he dies, I will kill you myself, and it will be a slow and very painful death” she threatened. “Find the goddamn bullet” she ordered. Scott looked at her for a second “fine, I’ll try”. At this y/n smiled and patted his shoulder muttering ‘good choice’ and got into the jeep and stiles took off. Stiles drove impatiently as he called Scott repeatedly. He turned to Derek “hey- try not to bleed out on my seats okay? We’re almost there”he says. Y/n perks up at this and Derek asks the same question she was about to ask “almost where?”. Stiles sighed and looked at y/n through the rear view mirror and said “to your house”. “What no you can’t take me there” Derek says. At this y/n looks at him in confusion “wha- I can’t take you to your house?” Stiles asked as if he had just heard the dumbest thing in the world. “Not if I can’t protect myself” he said “umm excuse me?” Yn spoke up from the back “I can’t leave you to protect us both y/n” Derek says rolling his eyes “hun I’m literally made to protect multiple beings at once… it’s my job, but if it makes you feel better fine” she mumbled the last part.
Stiles speaks up from the driver's seat aggravated “so what happens if Scott doesn’t find your little magical bullet hmm? Are you dying? '' he said, waving his unoccupied hand. “No I have a last resort” he said. This was news to y/n so she leaned forward “care to fill me in on it” she asked as Derek pulled up his sleeve. Upon seeing the wound stiles gagged in disgust turning the car engine off “oh my g- is that contagious? You know what you should probably just get out.” He said disgusted using his arm to cover the view of the wound. “Start the car” Derek growled. “I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look, okay? In fact, I think, if I wanted to, I could probably drag your little Werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead.” Stiles threatened with a boost of confidence. Y/n sat back entertained by her boyfriend and brother bickering with each other. “Start the car or I’m gonna rip your throat out… with my teeth '' Derek threatened. Y/n almost laughed out loud at the look on stiles face as he cranked up the engine. Y/n sat for a second before a sharp pain pierced her brain causing her to let out a gasp and pulled into a vision.
“Y/n” she heard her voice being called as she looked at her surroundings but she couldn’t see anything just plain white. “Who’s there?” Y/n said taking a defensive stance ready for anything. “Calm down child” the voice said. “Who are you? What do you want from me?” She asked. “Y/n I’ve been waiting to speak with you, your mind is very strong” the voice said. “Yeah it’s like that for a reason, who are you?” She asked again, still looking around, “I don't have a lot of time, your mind will only allow it for so long, listen, protect those around you. But don’t get pulled into ill intentions.” The voice said. “What the hell does that mean?” She asked. “Language” the voice said slightly louder. “Sorry?” Y/n said. “What does that mean? Who around me has ill intentions.” She asked. “Don’t let the need for power cloud your judgment” the voice said. Y/n shook her head confused just as she was about to ask another question she was pulled out of the vision
When she opened her eyes she saw stiles pulling into the animal clinic, “what the hell are we doing here” she asked. “Scott told me to take you here, never mind that, what the hell happened to you?” Stiles asked. “A vision?” She replied looking down thinking about what the voice said . “You get visions?” He asked surprised. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had one but this one was different” hearing this Derek turned to her and asked “different how?” before she shook her head dismissing what he had just asked and got out of the jeep and helping Derek out and into the vet.
Once settled Derek took his shirt off making stiles Gag once again at his wound “okay, you know, that really doesn’t look like anything some echinacea and a good nights sleep couldn’t take care of” he said covering his view of the wound y/n was looking around for anything that could possibly help Derek “if the infection reached his heart it’ll kill him” she said opening a drawer filled with herbs. “Positivity just isn’t in your vocabulary is it?” He asked exasperatedly. “If he doesn’t get the bullet in time- last resort” Derek said, looking like a small gust of wind could knock him out. Y/n turned towards him still not aware of this “last resort” so she asked “you ever plan on letting me know what this ‘last resort’ is?” While folding her arms. “What she said” Stiles said, mentioning to the girl behind him. Derek pulled a tool out and placed it on the table “your gonna cut my arm off” he huffed. At this the two groaned stiles in distress and y/n in annoyance.
“What if you bleed to death” y/n heard a very faint heartbeat getting louder. She walked out of the room and to the entrance of the clinic she saw Scott on his bike. At the sight y/n let out a breath of relief abt he had been holding in since Derek had been shot but she was still afraid that it wouldn’t work. Scott jumped off his bike and ran through the door of the clinic “Y/N? STILES?” He yelled y/n grabbed his arm and pulled him into the room where stiles was holding the tool to Derek’s arm “I leave for five seconds!” Y/n yelled, taking the tool from stiles. Stiles sighs in relief “oh thank god” he says “you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares”.
Derek looks at Scott “did you get it?” He asked and Scott pulls out a bullet and gives it to Derek who immediately it’s the tip off and pours the gunpowder on the table before collapsing to the ground. Y/n ran to Derek's side and stiles to the other “oh god is he dead” stiles yelled in distress. “No he passed out you idiot” she said, placing her hand on his chest to send a to his heart hoping it would wake him up and it did. Derek sat up immediately and stood up using the table to keep himself stable. He grabbed a lighee and put the flame up to the powder and blue smoke evaporated from the powder making the powder now available to heal Derek so he took it in his hand and put it into his wound making him from to the ground writhing in pain while shifted. Y/n found the sight hot but she wouldn’t comment on it… right now.
After about seven seconds Derek was finally healed and the color returned back to his face. When y/n saw that he was completely healed she went to hug Derek but Scott cut her off ranting about Allison and the argents making y/n roll her eyes and groan “am I ever gonna get my boyfriend back to myself” she mumbled leaving the two. Stiles followed behind the girl and asked if she needed a ride soon after hearing Derek was taking Scott somewhere. The girl took his offer and let him drive her home where she waited about an hour for Derek to return.
Y/n was standing in the mirror when Derek entered the room sighing. “You left” he said. “Yeah well you had a date with Scotty boy and I was tired so…” she replied turning towards the man “a date huh?” He teased grabbing her hips pulling her closer to him smirking. “Yes, a date” she said, biting back a smile. They stared in each other's eyes for a second before Derek leaned down and kissed y/n softly. She bought her arms to wrap around his neck kissing back. He pulled away, putting his forehead to hers. She smiled looking into the green eyes that she had grown to love so deeply “I was really worried you know” she said. “I know, but I also know that you won’t let anything happen to me” he said, meaning every word. And he was right, y/n would give her own life to save anyone she loved, especially him. “Let’s get some sleep, after you take a shower because you stink, stiles wasn’t lying” she said the last part before running out of the room knowing the mention of stiles aggravates Derek because in his words ‘I have had enough of stiles for a lifetime’. About an hour later Derek entered the room with his hair wet and in sweats. “It seems like you’ve been shirtless all day.” Y/n teased. Derek payed down next to y/n “don’t act like you don’t like seeing me shirtless.” He said. “Oh no I love seeing you shirtless, you should have seen yourself when you were healing” she said, raising her eyebrows smiling. Derek turned towards her in astonishment “are you saying I’m hot when I’m in pain?” He asked smirking “whaaat nooo I would never” y/n said dragging out her words. “I was in pain y/n!” He said incredulously. “I know but I can’t help it… you were flexing your muscles and everything” she said sheepishly “go to sleep” Derek said still in disbelief making y/n let out a laugh. “Ok seriously I’m tired goodnight der” she said and he replied with a good night.
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THE THIRD BEAT
(Reposts are appreciated, please do not steal, copy, or publish my work without proper credit.)
Tw: cussing, lots of juicy juicy angst
Headcannons: poppy does not like cussing (humor ensues), Barb is traumatized, Branch is a snuggly mf who loves his gfs with all his heart
Life was slow and messy for Barb after the whole “trying to turn everyone into rock trolls” thing. It wasn’t easy for her to make friends, some people still hated her, others went as far as teasing her and calling her names, it wasn’t something she could escape. But there was one escape…Poppy and Branch, Poppy was the queen of the pop trolls, a sweet and overly optimistic woman with a heart of gold and a love for glitter, and Branch was her pessimistic boyfriend, he was more chill and low energy than poppy was, but he was still all smiles and jokes. Poppy and Branch were Barbs absolute best friends, they didn’t judge her for anything, sure, Branch needed a bit more time before fully trusting Barb, but one he did, they were amazing friends. Poppy was certainly the closest to Barb, they could talk to each other for hours without getting bored, they did each others hair, they went on adventures together- they were absolutely inseparable.
Barb sat on the edge of her bed, sighing as she scribbled down some doodles in her notebook. She didn’t have anything to do today, Branch was out with his brothers and Poppy was doing some queenly shit that Barb would rather just not ask about- she had her own problems ruling her own kingdom. Barb laid back in her bed, looking up at her ceiling, she’d been staying temporarily in the pop kingdom for around a month now, since most of the rock trolls were helping re-construction of the other kingdoms, she honestly loved it there, it was bright and colorful, and sure- it was kind of not her vibe- but it made her happy nonetheless. Barb felt her hand grip around her pen, her notebook laying on her lap, she sat up and started to doodle again, it started with a head, then a body, some legs, some arms…Barb grumbled, she got up and walked to her desk, grabbing some other pens. Pink hair, pink skin, a blue and green dress…and pretty, hot pink eyes. Barb set her pen down, rubbing the paper and sighing, she chuckled, looking at the drawing.
“Poppy…”
Barb sat down in her desk chair, rocking it side to side as she flipped the page and started doodling again. Her heart thumped in her chest as she thought about Poppy, she looked to the picture on her wall of the two together, Poppy hugging Barb tightly, and Barb hugging back- she wanted that to happen again, she missed Poppy’s hugs when she wasn’t there. Barb looked back down at her paper, she drew poppy again, her smiling face and bright eyes, she closed the notebook, setting her pens aside, she took a deep breath and took the picture from the wall, looking down at it.
“Poppy. God damnit why can I not stop thinking about you….”
Barb heard a soft knock on her door, she set the picture down and opened it, almost having a heart attack as she saw the pink preppy princess standing right at her door. She stepped back.
“Ah! Poppy! Oh you’re here! I thought you weren’t gonna be back for another hour!”
Poppy giggled, hugging onto Barb and sighing.
“Ugh- the queen stuff was soooo boorrrrrinnnngg! So I snuck away to come see you!!! I- hope that’s okay-“
Poppy sat down on Barb’s bed, smiling at her. Barb nodded, smiling back and crossing her arms, trying to make Poppy’s hug last longer.
“Of course it’s okay. I’m always one for ditching.”
Barb sat next to Poppy, leaning on her a bit, Poppy leaned into her as well, the two of them falling back onto the bed and giggling. Barb looked at Poppy as she wrapped her arms around her, taking her in another big hug.
“I miss your hugs when you’re not around…”
Barb mumbled, looking up at the ceiling, trying to ignore her thumping heart and burning face.
“Awww! Barb!!! I miss you too. I wish I could come over here more often but I’m so freaking bussssyyyy- excuse my French.”
Barb laughed at Poppy’s remark, looking down at her and sighing softly.
“Eh, it’s fine, I can survive without you for most of the day. I just require like- 5 hugs per day.”
Poppy giggles, sitting up and tackling Barb, wrapping her arms around her.
“HAH! There’s number 3!!!”
Barbs face turned red, she laughed again her face now redder than the burning flames of a fireplace. Poppy noticed this, she tilted her head slightly.
Poppy, despite being busy, was a very devoted person to her friends. She had time for everyone, and everything, you could ask her to do a 4 hour long task during work hours and she’d find the time to do it for you. But most of her time was spent around two people, her boyfriend Branch, and her best friend…Barb. Barb was such a spunky woman, her personality was off the rocker and she was honestly so fun to be around, Poppy never wanted to leave her side half the time they were together, and her favorite times were when Branch, her, and Barb were all together, those were her happiest moments. Recently, poppy had been spending a lot of time with Barb, since Branch was busy catching up with his brothers, it was just the two of them most of the time, and the more that Poppy was around Barb….the more she started to notice little details about her. She always melted into hugs, she wasn’t really that snuggly, but when Poppy or Branch snuggled up to her she would cling right onto them, she always got a bit red when the two were around her…and most of all, the way Barb looked at her.
Barb looked up into Poppy’s eyes, tilting her head as well and chuckling.
“You okay there, princess?”
Poppy shook herself out of her trance, smiling and tackling Barb down into another hug, laying back on the bed with Barbs head on her chest, she melted into her like always, smiling and taking a deep breath.
“Yeah, I’m fine, just thinkin.”
Barb closed her eyes, her arms wrapping tightly around Poppy’s waist. Poppy gently ran her hands through Barbs bright red hair, it was soft and silky, and it shined like fire in the light.
“Whatcha thinkin about?”
Barb opened her eyes, looking up at Poppy with a smile. Poppy loved Barbs smile, it was one of the best things about her, it was crooked and toothy- and the most charming damn thing she’d ever seen, it reminded her of Branch’s smile.
“You and Branch, like always.”
Poppy giggled, ruffling Barbs hair. Barb grumbled playfully, turning over and pulling Poppy into an even tighter hug.
“I haven’t seen Branch in a while. Does he come home today?”
Poppy nods.
“Yeah, I hope so. I miss him.”
Barb sits up, smiling down at poppy and stretching.
“I miss him too. Let’s just hope he doesn’t bring his brothers around- cause I am not up for having like- 50 people in my house.”
Poppy giggles, laying her head down on Barbs lap. And there was that look again. Barbs gaze softened, her eyes half lidded, a spark firing deep within her pretty reds. Poppy adored it…it made her feel so special the way Barb looked at her, like she was the only woman in the entire world.
“Nah, I think it’ll just be me, you, and Branch. We could scrap book together!!!”
Poppy smiles widely, both hers and Barbs faces a bright red.
“Ah- scrap booking? Really?”
Poppy scoffs playfully.
“Yes really, you know you love it.”
Barb rolls her eyes, chuckling.
“Uh huh. Sureeeeee. Yeah fine, we can scrap book.”
Poppy squeals.
“YAYY!!!!”
She sits up, wrapping her arms around Barb and tackling her back onto the bed, laying down with her and closing her eyes.
“I love…-“
Poppy paused mid sentence, opening her eyes and looking up at Barb, that same look still in her eyes.
“H…hanging out with you.”
Barb smiled, sighing softly and looking up at the ceiling.
“I love hanging out with you too. I swear you and Branch are the only reason I’m even still in Trollstopia. I would’ve moved if I didn’t have you.”
Poppy gently plays with Barbs hair again, giggling.
“I’m happy you stayed.”
Minuets later, there’s a knock on the door, and Poppy immediately jumps up to go get it, swinging open the door and gasping as she saw who it was. Branch came rushing into the room, picking Poppy up and giggling.
“There’s my two favorite girls!!!!”
Branch threw poppy down onto Barbs bed, hopping up and giving Barb a big hug too. Barb giggled, her face flushing as Branch snuggled up to both her and Poppy.
“Oh you’re back Branch we missed you!!! Me and Barb were talking about scrap booking!”
Branch playfully rolls his eyes, just like Barb did.
“Really? Scrap booking?”
Poppy scoffs.
“You two are no fun!!! I’ll go get the supplies from my house. I’ll be right back!!!”
Branch leans in to Barb, whispering.
“Watch, she’s gonna take like a full fuckin hour.”
Poppy snaps back around and looks at Branch.
“LANGUAGE!!!”
Barb and Branch both laugh as Poppy closes the door and leaves. Branch sighs, wrapping an arm around Barb. Barb smiled and closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around herself and fidgeting with her leather jacket.
“So, anything new since I’ve been gone?”
Branch gently started playing with Barbs hair- that was one of the many things him and Poppy had in common, they liked playing with Barbs hair.
“Ah, not much. Poppy’s been busy with ruling, and I’ve just been kinda stuck here all alone until she gets done for the day.”
Branch frowns a bit, huffing.
“You could’ve told me, I would’ve come back sooner.”
Barb shakes her head.
“Nah, you were busy with your brothers. I can handle being alone…I was for most of my life anyway.”
Branch sighs, hugging Barb close.
“Well you don’t have to be alone now, you have me and Poppy. And we’ll never leave your side.”
As Branch said this, Poppy came back in the house, hopping up on the bed and snuggling right up to Barb and Branch.
“That’s right! We’re gonna be here forever and you’re gonna have to just deal with it!”
Barb smiled at Branch and Poppy, looking between the two of them.
“Ah- you guys are gonna make me blush.”
Branch chuckles, laying back on the bed and letting his head hang off the end of it.
“But you’re cute when you blush.”
Poppy nods.
“Very. I agree. BUT ENOUGH ABOUT THAT!!!! ITS SCRAP BOOKING TIME!!!”
Barb didn’t even have time to process what the two had said to her before she was dragged into the downstairs part of her house by Poppy, Branch following closely behind. Barb sat down on her couch as Poppy sat on the floor, getting out all her art supplies and clapping happily. Branch sat down next to Barb, putting his arm around her and yawning.
“Oh boy. Here we go.”
The next couple hours were filled with constant laughter and talking between the three, like always, it was the most fun they’d each had in a while, just making little paper cut outs, pouring glitter everywhere, listening to music and watching movies, it was great. By the end of the day, they were all 3 warn out, it was dark out and they’d been loud and crazy to their hearts content. Poppy sat on the couch next to Barb, leaning against her and groaning.
“Ughhhh- can’t we just spent the night? I don’t feel like going back home.”
Branch nods in agreement.
“Yeah neither do I.”
Barb chuckles.
“Yeah, no shit you can stay. Have I ever said no?”
Poppy yawns sleepily.
“Watch your-…language…”
She grabs a blanket, not even bothering to grab a pillow, just falling asleep on Barb, all snuggled up in her blanket. Barb sighed, chuckling as Branch sat behind her, covering the both of them with a blanket, Barb sighed, laying back against him and looking up at him. Branch smiled down at her, then he smiled down at Poppy, chuckling.
“She’s out like a light.”
Barb laughs.
“Yeah she is.”
Barb gently plays with Poppy’s hair, smiling as she laid against her, sleeping peacefully. Barb sighed, looking off into the distance for a second before speaking again.
“Branch? Do you guys ever feel like…I’m bothering you….? Like I’m intruding on your relationship…? I’m like- literally fuckin laying in between you two right now.”
Branch chuckles, shaking his head as he turned down the volume of the tv.
“Of course we don’t. Me and Poppy chose to have you around, and we wouldn’t have it any other way. Honestly, you make our relationship complete, without you it feels like it’s missing a piece.”
Barb blushed at the remark, fidgeting with Poppy’s hair.
“Does Poppy feel that way too?”
Branch nods.
“Oh absolutely! She loves you. Anytime us two are alone together one of us always brings you up, and that’s why we’re always around you, Poppy needs you just as much as I do.”
Barb paused, the room was silent for a moment as she thought to herself.
“Branch…do you…ever think…- maybe….”
Barb paused again, looking nervous. She shook her head and sighed.
“Never mind. Night, Branch.”
Barb laid back, closing her eyes and snuggling against the two. Branch chuckled, patting her on the shoulder and laying back as well.
“Goodnight, Barb.”
Barb was the last one awake in the morning, she felt the slow rise and fall of Branch’s chest against her head, and the vibration of Poppy’s voice against her ribs. She opened her eyes, smiling down at Poppy, who immediately smiled back at her and hugged her.
“Barb!!! Sorry if we woke you-“
Barb shook her head, sighing and looking up at Branch.
“Nah, you didn’t.”
Branch sat up, helping Barb sit up as well as he walked to the kitchen and started making all of them coffee. Poppy leaned against Barb, sighing.
“Branch told me that last night you were asking if you bothered us. And you don’t!!! You really don’t. We love having you around!!! To be honest we hate “alone time” cause we like it better here with you.”
Barb giggled, nudging Poppy playfully.
“Branch, were you talkin shit last night?”
Branch walked back in with coffee, handing Barb her cup.
“So much shit.”
Poppy gasped.
“Language!!! Thank you for the coffee, sweetie~”
Poppy took her cup from Branch, taking a sip and sighing. Barb stayed quiet as Branch and Poppy spoke to each other, she thought to herself for a bit…she didn’t feel whole without Poppy and Branch with her either, she felt like she needed them as well, she felt…like she was part of their relationship in some way. She shook herself out of it, finishing her coffee and walking to the kitchen to put her cup away. Who would ever love her like that? She was a crazy, off the walls, angry, terrible person- who didn’t deserve love, that’s all she could think about, and that’s all she thought of herself. Poppy looked over to the kitchen, seeing Barb just looking down at the counter as she fidgeted with her cup. Poppy stood up, walking up behind Barb and wrapping her arms around her waist, laying her head on her shoulder.
“I know that face. What are you upset about???”
Barb shook her head, sighing and rubbing her forehead.
“It’s nothing.”
Branch scoffed, standing up and leaning against the kitchen doorframe.
“Don’t say it’s nothing. We know you, it’s clearly not nothing when you act like this.”
Barb groaned.
“That’s just the thing. You guys know me, but…you know me too well! You shouldn’t be- hanging out with me like this- you should hate me! You both know what I did…you both know how I am and get you still chose to stay….why??? Because I said sorry once? Because I had a change of heart? You shouldn’t just- forgive me right away-“
Barb put her head in her hands, sighing softly.
“I don’t deserve what you guys give me…- and I never will.”
Branch and Poppy looked at each other, both pulling Barb into a big hug. Poppy cupped Barbs face in her hands, shaking her head.
“Barb. You deserve all of what you get from us, and more. You are a sweet, loving, adorable woman and i love the way you are! I don’t care about what you did in the past- you’ve clearly changed.”
Barb placed her hands over Poppy’s hands, looking at her the same way as always.
“But…I…I just worry that…I’m a burden to you.”
Branch shakes his head.
“You are not a burden. We promise.”
But a promise wasn’t enough for Barb, she gave the two of them a soft, and clearly fake smile, before sitting up on the countertop and huffing. Poppy burrowed her head into Barbs stomach, her arms wrapping tightly around her waist, Branch just sighed and hugged the both of them, looking up at Barb.
“Cmon, you believe us right?”
Barb shrugs.
“I don’t know….it’s…- hard to. I’ve had people lie about that stuff in the past- and with you two…- I…”
Barb sighs softly.
“It would hurt worse if you two were lying.”
Branch grumbles, rolling his eyes and picking Barb up from off the counter, slinging her over his shoulder. He took her upstairs, Poppy following closely behind, Branch plopped Barb right down onto her bed, grabbing her desk chair and sitting down across from her, Poppy staying standing.
“Alright Barb. Talk. Somethings up with you. I came home, we all had some fun, and now you’re suddenly upset, and I don’t like it when you’re upset.”
Barbs face turned red, she didn’t know what to say, and she was so focused on Branch that she didn’t even notice Poppy opening her notebook.
“Ah- it’s- it’s nothing, you know me, I’m always down about something.”
Poppy suddenly spoke up.
“Oh…Barb…”
Barbs heart dropped down into her stomach when she saw what Poppy was holding- she was in some deep shit now. Branch looked over Poppy’s shoulder, his gaze softening as he smiled, looking up at Barb, who was now face down in a pillow, seeming to be preparing for the worst.
“Barb, why didn’t you tell me and Poppy?”
Barb lifted her head.
“Hah??? Tell you what??? You must be seeing things!!!! There’s nothing in that no-“
Before Barb could finish her sentence, she was smothered in a big Poppy hug, her shoulders dropped and she took a deep breath, hugging her back.
“Sorry….”
Poppy lifted her head.
“Sorry for what?? There’s absolutely nothing to be sorry about.”
Branch nods, sitting up on the bed with the two.
“Poppy is right. But why didn’t you tell us sooner…?”
Barb shrugged, she had an answer, she didn’t think she deserved to be in a relationship, especially not with two amazing people like Poppy and Branch, but they didn’t need to hear that, they probably already knew.
“I…I guess I was just nervous.”
Poppy looked at Branch, and Branch back to Poppy, the both of them smiled and nodded, looking back at Barb and taking her hands.
“There’s no need to be.”
Poppy hummed in her sweet and soft tone.
“Because- we love you like that too.”
Barb sat dumbfounded in the lower floor of her house, staring dead forward at her blank tv screen. 2 weeks. That’s how long she’d been in a relationship with Poppy and Branch, it hadn’t hit her until just then, her heart sank deep into her chest, but before she could think about anything more, she was tackled and immediately smooched on the cheek.
“BARBBBB!!!!! Hiiii!!!! I missedddd youuuu!!!”
Barb giggled, kissing Poppy back and sighing.
“You went upstairs for 10 minutes, Poppy.”
Poppy sighs, sitting up and looking down at Barb.
“That’s too long without you.”
Barb sat up as well, only to be pulled into another kiss by Poppy, Barb melted into her, sighing softly and wrapping her arms around her waist, she closed her eyes, allowing herself to enjoy the moment. Poppy giggled as she broke the kiss, holding tightly onto Barbs hands.
“Gosh, you’re such a good kisser~”
Barb turned bright red at the remark, chuckling and tucking Poppy’s hair behind her ear.
“Ah- I’m not that good.”
Branch came up from behind Barb, kissing her on the cheek and hugging her.
“Nah, you are. Don’t downplay yourself.”
Barb hid her face in her hands, shaking her head.
“Oh stop it-“
Poppy giggled, pulling Barb into another hug.
“Nooooo~”
Poppy, Branch, and Barb all sat on the couch together, snuggling closely. Barb stared off into space again as the other two spoke amongst themselves. She couldn’t help herself, she was deeper in thought then she usually was, she wasn’t paying attention to anything except for the voice in her own head. Poppy looked up at Barb, running a hand through her hair and trying to catch her attention, kissing her cheek, cupping her face, everything she could- but Barb was too deep in her own head. Branch sighed softly, just leaning his head against Barb, and waiting until Poppy was asleep around an hour later to pull Barb aside. He gently helped Barb off the couch, wrapping an arm around her waist and walking out onto the back porch with her, and as soon as they got outside, Barb broke down into tears. Branch took her hand, his heart broke seeing one of the people he loved most in the world break down like this, he just held her in his arms, hugging her closely as she cried, he didn’t even need to ask her what has wrong, she started talking all on her own.
“Branch- I- I don’t deserve you, or Poppy…I’m a horrible fucking person. I’m loud- I’m heartless, I’m too closed off to say anything about it- I…I’m the opposite of you guys.”
Branch paused as he listened to Barb speak, he gently sat down with her, taking her hands in his and kissing her forehead.
“Actually…Barb, you’re exactly like how I was once…”
Barb looked up into Branches eyes, seeming surprised. Branch just nodded.
“Yeah, I know- hard to believe- but…I was closed off once too, I was scared, I was isolated, and to be honest…I was kind of an asshole. I didn’t think I deserved love either, but Poppy helped me see differently, she helped me realize and understand that no matter what…everyone deserves a little bit of happiness. And especially you do, Barb. You’re the second sweetest girl I know, and I love you.”
Barb smiled, tilting her head slightly and giggling through the muffled sound of her tears.
“Second?”
Branch shrugged.
“No one can be as sweet as Poppy.”
Barb laughed and leaned into Branch, closing her eyes and sighing, maybe she did deserve love, maybe this was her second chance…and maybe, just maybe- she could finally be happy once again.
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Music to My Ears
Jake Kiszka X fem reader
18+ only Minors DNI
Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (fem rec), fingering, choking if you squint, brief talk about an emotionally abusive ex, dirty talk, use of toys,
Here you were again, your smoking hot boyfriend on top of you, sucking and biting at your neck as his hand slid under your shirt. You were in a t-shirt and panties, and him in just his boxers. You'd be enjoying yourself more if you weren't so in your head. Every time anything sexual happened between the two of you, most of your energy went to trying to stay quiet. It wasn't Jake's fault, god knows that man made it damn near impossible to stay quiet. It was your awful ex, who had made fun of the way you sounded during sex. It was like his words had been branded into your mind, and every time you even wanted to make a noise you heard his cruel words and kept everything in. You sighed heavily as Jake ran his tongue over your jaw,
"Baby" He pulled away and looked at you, concern laced his tone and he looked a little sad, "Am I doing something wrong?" The words broke your heart,
"No, Jake" You caressed his face, "Of course not, I told you it-"
"I know, I know" He replied softly, not a hint of frustration in his voice, "And I try not to bring it up, but I just..." His words trailed off. "You know I'd never make fun of you"
"I know, it's just" You shook your head, looking away from him "I don't know how to explain it, I know you would never make fun of me, but my brain has this stupid way of convincing me you might" He nodded, looking a little wounded as he considered your words. It was silent for a few moments, Jake rubbed his thumb in circles over your hip as he thought.
"Can I tell you something?"
"Anything" You replied as you tugged him a little closer,
"I don't want you to get mad, or embarrassed" Hie eyes looked to yours and suddenly you were nervous. You gave him a wary look and he took a deep breath before speaking, "A few weeks ago, you had asked me to come over for a movie night, and I don't know if you forgot or-"
Your mind started racing as you tried to put the pieces together, what day had that been, what had happened, and then it hit you. You had gotten off and fallen asleep, only to be woken up by Jake knocking on your door an hour or so later.
"Oh my god" You felt color rise to your cheeks and then you were covering your face and shrinking into the mattress,
"Hey, hey" He said softly, gently taking your hands into his "Let me finish, ok?" You nodded and he spoke again, "I used my key to get in and started looking for you. I got to the corner in the hallway, and frozen when I heard you..." He closed his eyes and a low growl came from his chest as his forehead fell down to your chest, "I only stood there for a second before I left, but jesus...I nearly came in my fucking pants just hearing you"
"Wait, really?" You asked, wondering if maybe you had heard him wrong.
"Yes really," He started kissing your body again as he spoke, "I've replayed those sounds in my head every time I've touched myself since" This had your heart racing, "I want to hear them again so bad kitten" his fingertips dug into your hip as he rutted his hips against yours. You thought back to that night, when you had been woken up by Jake knocking on your door, and how he had practically jumped your bones.
"I just, its different when you're here than when I'm by myself" You admitted. He paused his movements, the gears in his head turning as he tried to come up with a solution.
"Can we try something?" He asked as he sat back on his knees, you nodded hesitantly. He got up and walked over to your dresser, grabbing one of the scarfs you regularly wore in your hair. "I'm gonna put this on your eyes, is that ok?"
"Kinky" You teased, trying to break some of the nervous energy in the room. Jake huffed a laugh and secured it around your eyes when you gave him the go ahead.
"Now, will you touch yourself? Pretend like I'm not even here" he whispered with a chaste kiss to your cheek,
You hesitated for a moment, thinking it through. This was nothing he hadn't seen before, he'd watched you touch yourself plenty of times, granted it was usually when he was fucking you. This felt much more vulnerable, but you decided to oblige, to at least try for him.
"Can I use my vibe?" you asked
"Of course silly, you don't even have to ask," You heard the nightstand drawer open and close and then the mini wand was in your hand. It wasn't one of those super expensive fancy ones, but it did the job and had just as much power in your opinion. Wordlessly you reached down and worked your panties off and tossed them. You took a deep breath and tried to clear your mind. It was just you, like normal, just. you.
You clicked the button on the vibe, keeping it on the lowest setting to start. You relaxed a little more, letting your legs fall apart as you rested the vibe on your clit. You started picturing some of your favorite things, like the way Jake looked with his cock in his hand, looking down his nose at you when you'd get on your knees for him. The way his brows furrowed when he was about to cum, the way his eyes would roll back every time he had his face between your legs. In the distance you could hear him breathing heavier, but you focused on yourself, and chasing that high you were already starting to feel. You clicked the button again, raising the vibrations to the next level. A small whimper passed your lips, and when you realized it you snapped your mouth shut. Listening, waiting for a comment, a dig at you, but nothing happened. The only noise that filled the room was the subtle sound of Jake breathing. You almost jumped when you felt the softest touch against your arm, it felt like the back of his knuckles softly brushing up and down the arm you had draped over your stomach. You knew this was his way of telling you to keep going, that he was there, and he heard you and he wanted you to keep going. You relaxed again, goosebumps dancing over your skin as you turned up the vibrations once more. Jakes touch was feather light, just enough to put your senses on edge, making you feel everything more intensely. You imagined the way he looked right now, was he touching himself too? The thought of that along with the strong vibrations against your clit forced a moan from your chest. You felt Jakes hand move further down your arm, taking it gently and lifting it from your stomach. He took your hand in his and then placed it around his cock. You gasped as you realized just how hard he was,
"Yeah," He rasped as you slightly tightened your grip, "Feel how fucking hard I am? All from those pretty noises you're making" You stroked him a few times, taking in his words, that your voice alone had this effect on him. Your hips bucked up slightly and then you felt his fingers nudge against your grip on the vibe, "Can I?" You didn't voice an answer, but simply let his hand take the place of yours. Then you felt the mattress move, and when you realized he was moving away from his spot next to you you swiped your thumb over his tip, gathering the precum and bringing your thumb up to your mouth. He groaned, telling you he had witnessed your actions. You felt the mattress dip telling you he was positioning himself between your legs. At first, he didn't touch you at all, the only thing you could feel was the vibe he held against your throbbing clit. The more relaxed you became, the more noises that slipped out of you, the more Jake touched you. First it was his nose brushing against the inside of your thigh. Then his nose was replaced with little kisses and nibbles. Before you knew it you were squirming beneath him, desperate for your orgasm,
"More" you whined out, blindly reaching down for him. He took your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm and then guiding it so that it was caressing his cheek.
"I'll give you more y/n, gonna make you cum all over my fingers" You felt the vibe go up another level, and then his fingers were nudging at your entrance, "Fuck, you're already dripping" your moans mixed together as he pressed two fingers into you. As he started to expertly curl his fingers you felt your end quickly approaching, your moans got louder and louder, "Thats it, purr for me kitten, let me hear how good you feel" and just like that, the burning coil in your stomach snapped, your eyes rolling back as you came around his skilled fingers. You felt the vibe leave you along with his fingers, heard the sound of him licking them clean. "Thats my good girl, cumming so pretty and sweet for me," You had felt the gush of wetness between your legs, and knew he wouldn't be able to resist, but you still weren't quite ready when he abruptly looped his arms under your thighs and pulled your heat up to his ravenous mouth. He lapped away at you, running his tongue from your entrance up to your clit, collecting your release and not wanting to waste a single drop. You writhed beneath him, tangling your hands in his hair as his tongue still worked away at you, nudging your swollen clit and making you hungry for more,
"Fuck, Jake.." You whined, clamping your legs on the sides of his face. He growled against you, pulling your legs back apart as he lifted his head,
"Goddamn, say that again" He groaned before continuing the assault with his tongue,
"Jake.." You whined again, bucking your hips up against his mouth
"Hearing that makes my cock absolutely ache for you" his voice had dropped an octave and was filled with lust as he released your legs and climbed over you, his hand moving under your shirt. "Can we take this off?" You nodded and he removed your shirt carefully, making sure to leave the blindfold in place. You reached out for him, wanting as much contact as you could get, one hand finding a place on his shoulder and the other on the back of his neck. He was kissing his way up your stomach, taking his time, savoring every little sigh and whimper that he elicited. He kissed across your breasts, taking your nipple into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue as your arched into him. He hummed against your skin and removed his mouth with a pop. His hand moved to your jaw, tilting it to give him the access he needed to place hot open mouthed kisses onto your neck. You reached between the two of you, wrapping your hand around his length, coaxing him towards your entrance, "Y/n" He sighed, his breath fanning against your neck as he grabbed your thigh and hitched your leg over his hip, "I want it so fucking bad, let me fuck some more of those deliciously filthy sounds out of you" his lips brushed against your neck with every word,
"I want it too, I need it" You managed between your ragged breaths. With your hand still lining him up he slowly pressed into you. You felt him shudder as he reached the hilt, his body still draped over yours as he slowly started to rock his hips back and forth. He kept his face buried against the crook of your neck as he fucked you slow and deep, your moans tangling together and filling the room. You grasped at his back and hip, "Harder Jake, please.."
"Again, say-say it again" He stumbled over his words as he thrusted harder, almost moving you up the bed with the force
"Jake-" His name was a strangled cry as each slam of his hips drug you closer to your second high
"Cum for me, god I'm so close-" He sped up his hips, chasing his high along with yours, "Cum for me, let me have it" The desperate tone of his voice had your orgasm crashing into you. Your nails raked down his back and hip and his name effortlessly rolled off your tongue over and over as he fucked you through it, hissing through his teeth and then groaning as he came with you. The two of you stayed there, chests heaving as you caught your breath. When you had both slowed your breathing you felt Jake lift his head from your shoulder and remove himself from you. He stayed over you as he kissed your jaw softly, then your cheek, and then your lips. The kiss deepened just a little as his hand caressed your cheek, slowly sliding the blindfold up and off with his thumb. When he removed his lips from yours you slowly opened your eyes. You were welcomed with a lazy grin and an absolutely fucked out Jake.
"There she is," he cooed, kissing you on the nose as you smoothed down his wild hair, "How do you feel baby?"
Your eyes danced over his face, landing on his beautiful brown eyes, and you felt your heart swell as you thought about how lucky you were. This man had found a way to help you feel comfortable and confident again.
"Like I'm madly in love with you" You replied as you flipped the two of you over, attacking his face with kisses
"Is that so?" He giggled, a beaming smile on his face as you pulled away and looked at him. You nodded and he leaned up and kissed your forehead, "I love you too."
"How do you feel?" You asked teasingly, poking at his chest,
"Like I could listen to you moan my name for the rest of my life" That sweet smile had turned into a cheeky smirk as his hands traveled down your back and gave your ass a squeeze.
"Yeah?" you bit your lip as you waited for his answer,
"Absolutely, it's like music to my ears baby" he replied, his hands on your ass pressing your hips down into his. You rose your brows in surprise as you felt him already growing hard again,
"Babe" You giggled as he started to subtly rut against you,
"Hmm?" He asked feigning innocence
"Again?" you questioned as you moved to straddle his lap,
"Please?" He licked over his bottom lip, hands firmly on your hips.
"How can I deny you?" You leaned down and captured his lips in a kiss, using this opportunity to grab the discarded piece of material, "But this time, its your turn" You held it up and he grinned. He lifted his head as you secured it around his eyes,
"Do your worst baby."
#greta van fleet fic#greta van fleet#jake kiszka#gvf#greta van smut#jake gvf#fanfiction#greta van fleet smut#Jake kiszka smut
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Punk Princess
Ao3| Part 1| Part 2| Part 3| Part 4| Part 5 | Part 6| Part 7| Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10| Part 11 (Next Part)
(I'm so sorry for this)
Steve’s been sitting on his feelings for a few weeks now, and he’s more than sure that Eddie is someone he wants to be with in the long term. He’s so sure, he’s been planning the perfect way to ask him out for a few days now, and he’s almost got it exactly how it needs to be, when things kinda just go to shit.
He decided on his fishnets with a long kilt today, bright and matching the school colors because it’s an important game in the basketball season, and he pairs it with his spiked denim jacket with his battle vest pulled over it, a T-shirt that he took scissors to the sleeves cut so low it shows off the nailed baseball bat tattooed on his ribcage.
He’s excited for the game tonight, because he's going to actually have people in the stands supporting him. Robin has band so she’s always kind of there (of course she’d be there even if she didn’t), but he’d been planning on asking Hellfire to join in the stands tonight to watch. It’s the first time he’s going to be inviting anyone to see him play, and he’s beyond excited he has the club as friends now.
Steve’s never had a big group of friends before, and he’s a little overwhelmed sometimes that so many genuine people want to talk to him throughout the day. All because he ditched what he thought would make him well liked, and embraced something that not only made him happy, but helped him really truly be himself.
“Someone’s in a good mood this morning.” Robin chirps, grabbing Steve’s arm and placing it over her shoulders so she can nuzzle into Steve’s side, sighing happily at the contact. She’d replaced the purple in her hair with a forest green last night when she’d added it to the back ends of Steve’s hair, stating that she needed to match him, so people know he was her best friend. Steve’s entire body felt warm with love today.
“I’m just excited, Robs. This is a big game and I’m going to be in for the whole time probably, and I’m gonna ask the Hellfire boys to come too, so I might actually have people in the stands cheering for me that actually matter.” His happy energy seems to be contagious because Robin pulls back from him and links their hands together instead so she can swing them back and forth between them, the spiked bracelet she has on brushing the inside of Steve's wrist.
“I can’t wait for them to see you in your natural element, Steve. You glow when you play basketball.” She’s got a big cheesy grin on her face as she leads him out to the bleachers. They’ve started sitting with Hellfire during their free period now. The group accepts them in with open arms, and Robin and Gareth have formed some kind of bond over complaining about Steve and Eddie so the transition was easy.
“Hello boys!” Robin cheers loudly, her smile only seeming to widen as she plants herself on the bench next to Gareth and steals one of his baby carrots.
“What’s up Birdie?” Jeff beams, ruffling her hair. Steve’s eyes are instantly drawn to Eddie who’s been unusually quiet as they walk up and has to stifle the laugh he feels bubble up.
Eddie’s face is beat red and his mouth is slightly open, his eyes locked firmly on Steve’s exposed legs and trailing up his body. Subtly Steve adjusts his jacket just as Eddie's eyes get to his midsection so he can catch a glimpse of the ink on his skin.
“You have three tattoos?” Eddie’s voice comes out kinda strangled, fish mouthing as he meets Steve’s eyes. “Also are you wearing a skirt?” His face is steadily growing redder, the blush traveling down his cheeks to his neck.
“It’s a kilt.” Steve offers, smirking. He can hear Eddie muttering under his breath but it's too quiet for him to make out, so he throws himself onto the bench next to him, stretching his legs out and crossing them at his ankles. His heavy boot heel digging into the dirt below them.
“So I’ve got a question.” Steve tries to keep his voice nonchalant, but he feels his excitement seep in and he can’t contain the giddy smile forming on his face as he looks at all his friends, god his friends, sitting around him.
“I’ll literally do anything for you as long as you keep that kilt on.” Eddie responds, Robin and Gareth make a fake gagging noise in the background. Steve throws his head back and laughs, feeling lighter than he has in a very long time.
“So tonight’s like a super important game for basketball and I was wondering if you guys would come watch me play? I know its last minu..” Eddie holds up a hand cutting him off.
“Steve, Hellfire is tonight.”
“Well yea I know, but I figured we could do it tomorrow or something since I have the game and wouldn’t be able to make it anyways.” A small thread of dread starts to snake its way into Steve’s stomach as he watches Eddie’s face morph into displeasure.
“Cancel Hellfire for… Basketball?” Every word of that sentence is coated with a venom Steve’s never had Eddie direct at him before, and the thread of dread turns into an entire lead brick in his stomach.
“Well yea, that way we can… do both?” He says it like a question, watching Eddie spring up from the bench next to him and begin to pace in front of the group.
“We don’t cancel Hellfire Steve. We’ve never canceled Hellfire. And you want to do it for some stupid basketball game? You’re choosing that shit over us?” He gestures around to the rest of their friends, a sharp anger in his eyes as he looks at Steve.
“I just thought it would be nice to have like real fr…”
“I should have known you didn’t really care about me, us, this group. Fucking prioritizing your stupid jock game over Hellfire. Jesus Steve, your true colors really have been sitting below the surface this whole time haven’t they?”
Steve feels ice cold.
He’s fighting off the sting of tears threatening to fall as he stands up and squares his shoulders, pulling on everything in him that he can, to bite back at Eddie. But he can’t find any heat in his veins to even begin to add to the words, so his shoulders deflate as he lets out a breath shaking his head.
“Just forget it man, I’ll send Dustin or something to sub for me tonight.” It comes out in a neutral tone as he shoves his hands into his jacket pockets to try to bring some warmth back to them.
“Bullshit. Don’t bother Steve. You’ve shown where your priorities are. Consider Sir Stephen no longer a part of the campaign.”
Steve just walks off before the tears can fall, biting his knuckles to hold in a sob.
Bullshit. Steve should have known better. He really should have. He’d assumed that Eddie would be different, that Eddie would be open to all sides of Steve like he was open to all sides of him. But at the end of the day, apparently Eddie still saw him as King Steve, and nothing was probably ever going to change that.
He can distantly hear Robin shout something at Eddie before she’s running up to him and throwing her arm around his shoulder. Tucking him into her side the same way he always does to her.
Steve should just stick to Robin. Maybe he was only destined for one friendship. Maybe he wasn’t someone who should ask for more than that.
Robin was enough anyways.
She always was.
(I don't think I'll be able to post again until Sunday, but know I love you guys, and the angst doesn't last forever, the boys are just Teenagers that have things they need to learn and unlearn.)
Ao3| Part 1| Part 2| Part 3| Part 4| Part 5 | Part 6| Part 7| Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10| Part 11 (Next Part)
#Punk Steve#Punk!Steve#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#Steddie fic#you can blame whatthemeepever for enabling the angst in this bad boy#i PROMISE it gets better#I swear on Dustins Mother#just stupid boys being stupid#Punk Princess fic
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We Have You- Jay Halstead, Kelly Severide, and Matt Casey
Warnings: vomit, anxiety, implied scat, passing out
Summary: After eating something that didn’t agree with you, your three boys take care of you no matter how embarrassed you are.
Your three boys always took care of you. Nothing seemed to faze them anymore, and your upset tummy wasn’t going to faze them either. No matter how embarrassed you were that Jay had all but dragged you back home after finding you half asleep in the break room, nursing a cup of tea at the district.
“Jay. I’ll be fine.” I muttered from my position curled to the left in the passenger seat of his truck. “It’s just a tummy ache.”
Jay sighed and flipped the blinker on before pulling into the driveway. “Matt and Kelly are home. I’m just gonna stay unless Voight needs me. It’s a paperwork day anyways and I can do that stuff here.” Jay replied, parking the truck behind Kelly’s mustang.
“I don’t have the energy to fight you.” I sighed, uncurling and hopping out of the truck. Looking around, I realized that Jay was right. Kelly’s mustang and motorcycle were both parked in the drive and Matt’s truck was parked right next to it.
Walking in, I was immediately hit with the smell of food, which made my stomach turn. I froze in my tracks, causing Jay to almost bump into my back. “You good?” Jay asked, reaching up to secure me around the waist with one hand as I stumbled forward a bit.
I shook my head no before bolting down the hall toward the bathroom. Matt was in the kitchen cooking as he saw me run by, Jay walking close behind. Kelly was just coming out of the bedroom when I went past him. He bolted after me, catching me by my waist as I bent over the toilet and threw the lid up, immediately gagging.
Kelly grabbed my hair, pulling it back and steadying me with a hand on my waist. “What the hell?” He muttered, immediately rubbing small circles into my side with his thumb.
“She said she was fine.” Jay remarked sarcastically, going to the sink to wet a washcloth for you.
“Well obviously she’s not.” Kelly snapped, reaching up and grabbing a hair tie to hold my hair.
Matt came in, coming around to my side and helping to steady me as Kelly tied my hair back. “Enough boys.” Matt ordered, one hand holding my chest and the other rubbing my back. “We got bigger issues.” Matt did not like the way you were swaying. Kelly seemed to notice as well.
Kelly gripped your sides, lightly pushing you down. “Just get on your knees hunny. We gotcha.” Kelly soothed, guiding you down.
Jay grimaced as you heaved, successfully bringing up a small stream of vomit. “I should have brought her home sooner.” He whispered, placing the washcloth on your neck and sitting next to you, taking your hand.
Matt shook his head. “You didn’t know.” He looked you over and thought about that morning. “Hell, I didn’t know. You all know I don’t let anyone step foot out of this house when they are sick.” And it was true. Matt was the mother hen of the group. He was strict on rules and making sure everyone was taken care of.
Kelly was like Matt in the taking care of sense, but like Jay when it comes to being over protective. Kelly could have a good time, but he always made sure to take care of his family.
Jay was always protective, but a huge teddy bear. Jay and Kelly were a lot alike. Both protective but very loving. Jay was just a bit more dark and twisty than Kelly, given his army and other life experiences.
I shook as I heaved again, bringing up more vomit than I thought I even had in me. I whined as it tapered off, feeling uncomfortable and generally disgusting.
“Sh Sh Sh.” Kelly whispered, rubbing my tummy. “It’s okay. We have you.”
“Just get it out.” Jay muttered, kissing the back of your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze to show you his support.
Matt stayed silent, watching your face and just listening. He didn’t like your color. Nor did he like the heat radiating off of you. He could hear your tummy growling and processed the problem before you did. “Jay, go grab the bucket from the kitchen.” Matt ordered, leaving Jay no room for questions.
The young detective didn’t ask questions. He could tell Matt knew something he didn’t know yet, but he knew he would figure out soon.
Kelly looked at Matt, confused and concerned. “Why?” He asked, needing to know as I squirmed under his touch.
“Sounds like it’s about to start on the other end Kel.” Matt whispered, brushing some sweat off of my face.
I nodded in reply, rocking back into Kelly and standing up with his help. I stayed leaned over the toilet until Jay came in. Jay put two and two together, thrusting the bucket under my chin as Kelly backed up and twisted me around, allowing Matt to pull my pants down. Kelly guided me down as I tried to take the bucket from Jay.
“No baby.” Jay muttered, watching as I shook. “I got it. It’s okay.” Jay assured me. He knew I was embarrassed, but this was nothing.
I sobbed as it started coming at both ends. Jay was stood to my right, holding the bucket under my chin. Kelly was knelt in front of me, holding my hands in his in an attempt to comfort me. Matt sat on the edge of the bathtub, rubbing my back and wiping sweat from my brow as my body let go of everything it had left.
“It’s okay Y/N.” Kelly muttered. “It’s alright. We have you. Don’t be embarrassed.” He basically read my mind. Kelly knew you would be embarrassed. Hell, he would be embarrassed if this was happening to him, but he would also want someone there as well even if he would never admit to it out loud. You were terrified of throwing up in the first place, so your boys were not going to leave you now.
“I-hurk” I coughed around a gag, reaching over to grab Matt. “Don’t like this.” I sobbed out, eyes squeezed shut as Matt squeezed my hand.
“Oh baby.” Jay muttered, pushing the fly aways off my sweat soaked forehead.
“I know sweetheart.” Matt whispered, kissing the back of the hand he was holding onto.
“We have you. It’s okay.” Kelly spoke, squeezing the other hand he still had a hold on and rubbing my knee.
I shook, coughing into the bucket Jay kept under my chin. I gasped around heaves and coughs, no longer having anything left to bring up. Jay picked up on this, taking the bucket away and quickly wiping my face with the washcloth from around my neck. Instead of leaving, Jay stood impossibly closer, not caring about the situation at hand, but only for my comfort as he brought my head into his stomach, stroking my hair as I sobbed.
“Sh Sh Sh. We gotcha.” Jay whispered. “Just breathe sweetheart. In and Out for me.” Jay coached, not wanting to make matters worse with you having a panic attack on top of all of this.
“I’m gonna go get you some stuff, okay sweetie?” Kelly asked, kissing the back of my hand. I nodded into Jay’s stomach, letting go of Kelly in favor of clinging to Jay’s waist.
Matt stayed silent, glad that Jay was able to take control of the situation. Matt could have done it himself, but he was letting you take the lead on what you wanted and needed at the moment. So, Matt busied himself with leaning over to the closet and grabbing the first aid kit from the floor. It was a big kit that you and Matt had put together at the beginning of this relationship, given all the injuries you all acquired on the job. It had everything from first aid to basic care. Matt took the thermometer out, catching your temperature from behind your ear. Jay looked down at the beep, spotting the red screen before Matt even turned to let him see the number, 102.3. This was no stomach bug.
“Baby. Did you eat something different?” Jay asked, pushing your hair back.
“Ummm.” I took a breath and thought. “Yeah. Some stuff Matt and Kelly brought back from the house.”
Matt groaned, slapping his forehead. “Babe. Those ladies that we helped made stuff for us. I’m so sorry. I didn’t even try it.” Matt felt extremely guilty, but he couldn’t help that you had gotten to it before he did.
“You need to call everyone Matt.” Jay muttered, turning to look at his boyfriend. “And go get rid of the leftovers.”
“Weren’t any.” I mumbled, voice muffled from Jays shirt.
“Let me call Boden and Herrman. Have them spread the word, unless everyone else is already in this same position.” Matt rambled, standing and pulling out his phone. Before walking out, Matt placed a kiss on the back of my head and apologized.
Kelly came in as Matt went out. “Alright, I got everything we need set up in the bedroom I think. Where’s he going?” Kelly asked, jutting a thumb over his shoulder in Matt’s direction.
“This is food poisoning from those ladies you both rescued.” Jay explained, “He’s going to warn the troops.”
“Oh shit.” Kelly said, shaking his head. “I’m so sorry baby.” Kelly whispered, leaning down to kiss my head as well.
“Not your fault.” I murmured, reaching a hand out for him.
“We still brought it in.” Kelly sighed, taking Matt’s seat and my hand in his.
“‘M done.” I whispered into Jay’s shirt, taking a deep breath of his scent.
“Okay baby girl.” Jay whispered, moving back a bit and pushing the hair away from my face to get a good look at me. “I’m gonna go call Will and see what he recommends. You gonna be okay to clean yourself up or do you need Kelly?” Jay asked, locking eyes with me.
“I got it. You both go. I’ll be out in a minute.” I assured, squeezing both of their hands.
The boys nodded at my confirmation, Jay leading the way out with Kelly in tow. Once they closed the door, I cleaned myself up and slowly stood, having to pause briefly at the dizziness that washed over me before I flushed. Shutting the lid, I sat down and brushed my teeth. Once I was done with that, I went to stand to rinse and spit only to black out for the briefest moment, falling and hitting my head on the wall.
“Y/N!” All three boys yelled. They heard the crash and all came running. Matt had been cleaning the kitchen and talking to Boden, Kelly was in our room getting me some pajamas, and Jay was in the office writing down a list of things to get that Will had suggested.
Jay made it first, almost slamming into me with the door, but his quick reflexes saved me another knock to the head. “Jesus.” Jay breathed, sliding in and helping me move from behind the door. “Get some ice and someone call Will or an ambo!” Jay yelled, holding me tightly to his chest. My eyes were open as I peered at Jay, wondering what the hell happened. He must have seen it in my eyes as he glanced down at me. “Baby. I think you blacked out. You with me?” Jay asked, checking my head and looking for injuries.
“Yeah.” I breathed. “I-I don’t know what happened.” I muttered, reaching for the back of my head.
Jay’s eyes and hand followed, siting me forward to look. “No blood, but you’ve got a decent bump there.” Jay said.
Suddenly, the door opened, just narrowly missing Jay and I. Matt came in with the phone in between his shoulder and ear. Kelly followed, holding a bag of ice and a pin light that he must have stolen from ambo at some point.
“Will says to check her pupils. If they aren’t reacting right, take her in. If they are, then she just needs to hydrate and we need to get her sugar up.” Matt relayed, looking at the wound as he spoke.
I leaned back, following Kelly’s instructions and allowing him to look at my eyes. Satisfied, Kelly breathed a sigh of relief and handed the ice to Jay to hold on my head. “Equal and reactive. I’ll go get some Gatorade. Be right back.” Kelly said, standing and kissing my forehead before leaving once again.
Matt relayed the news to Will, receiving some care instructions, before hanging up and kissing my forehead. “Scared me babe.” Matt muttered, looking into my eyes.
“Sorry.” I whispered, snuggling into Jay and closing my eyes. “Can I sleep?” I was spent.
“Will said you can. We don’t even have to wake you up.” Matt said, smiling slightly as he nodded. “Fluids first though.” He said seriously, wiping some toothpaste off my chin.
I nodded. I knew this wouldn’t be a battle worth fighting, so I would just have to go along with whatever the boys said. After all, they would take care of me.
#one chicago x reader#chicago pd x reader#jay halstead#kelly severide#matt casey#sickfic#emeto#emeto tw#food poisoning#comfort#chicago fire x reader#passing out
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The Healthcare Boys get a Work Vacation! Part 2
(@hermitdrabbles56)
Warriors was practically glowing.
Well. Perhaps not glowing - the former soldier’s expressions tended to be subtle and restrained unless he was cutting loose. But the softness of his face, the smile pulling at his lips, and the sparkle in his eyes was enough for Time to read how excited he was.
”I keep forgetting your sightseeing experiences are pretty limited outside of the war,” Time remarked with a chuckle.
Warriors jumped mildly, catching the slip up, and then he relaxed, huffing out a laugh. “Well, outside of Castle Town all I’ve ever seen is battlefields, army bases, and hospitals, so yeah.”
Time furrowed his brow, trying to recall the war while he drove. “Did… we never went to the Domain, right?”
Warriors hummed and shook his head. “I certainly didn’t. My army assignment took me to Gerudo Desert—”
“And the hospital was in Necluda. So you haven’t been to the Domain.” Time surmised.
Warriors was silently pensive before he read an upcoming road sign. “Tunnel? Like… like underground?”
“Underwater, actually,” Time corrected him, glancing in his direction at the mildly nervous tone.
Wars shifted uneasily, his face stonier than before. Time, knowing the sociable nurse would relax with more conversation, said, “Zora’s Domain is a great city. Beautiful architecture, and the best seafood around.”
“Wind might argue that point.”
Time had to laugh at that, and smile at Warriors’ more relaxed posture. “Yes, he would. Such a silly little nugget.”
XXX
Twilight smiled in delight as a breeze blew colorful leaves down in a cascade of orange and fiery red. His horse nickered a little, shaking her head as a leaf flew by her ear. He pat her neck affectionately and looked over at Malon as she rode beside him.
“She handles well,” he remarked.
“Oh don’t let her fool you,” Malon replied. “She’s a fiery one, just like her mother.”
“Epona? That girl is the gentlest horse I’ve met,” Twilight said dubiously.
Malon barked out a laugh. “You should’ve seen her when she was younger. Only people she’d behave around were me and Time.”
“How long did Time know her?”
“Honey, Time saved her,” Malon answered. “She was in a bad situation with folks who had no right to own a horse. She gave them trouble and I found her and he busted her out of that place. Or, really, they busted out together.”
Twilight stared at her, dumbfounded, as their horses continued along the path unguided. He couldn’t imagine the calm, collected, somewhat stern surgeon doing such a thing. “He did what?”
Malon giggled mischievously. “Sweetheart, there is a lot about my husband you don’t know.”
“Okay, but now you have to tell us.”
Both Twilight and Malon yelped, startled, and looked up to see Wild hanging out of a tree.
“Wild, you lunatic, what are you doing?” Twilight snapped as he felt his heart race from the fright.
“Sightseeing,” his chaotic friend replied with a shrug before giving a little smirk. “But seeing your faces when I spoke was definitely a highlight.”
Twilight tightened his grip on the reins. “Then your face will be even better.”
Before Wild had a chance to register the words, Twilight urged his steed forward, grabbing a nearby fallen branch and slamming it into Wild’s tree with ferocious energy. The entire tree shook, and Wild fell to the earth with a squeal, landing in a large pile of leaves.
Malon sighed heavily, muttering, “Honestly, y’all are gonna kill each other or give me a heart attack trying to do it.”
Despite her words, she still smiled at the pair as they yelled at each other.
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Hyrule practically vibrated with energy as he looked around the hotel lobby, catching glimpses of the city lights outside. He couldn’t wait to get his belongings to his room so he and Legend could start exploring the new territory. He hadn’t been to this region and was eager to see what the surrounding area looked like. He wasn’t quite as keen at exploring the city itself, but it couldn’t hurt to see.
Legend walked over with their room keys. “We’ll need to get a map of the city and figure out where our classes are first. And get the itineraries too.”
“Who needs a map?” Hyrule asked with a shrug. “We can make our own as we go!”
Huffing, the veteran nurse rolled his eyes, grabbing Hyrule by the wrist. “Like heck are you exploring without a map. You’ll get lost in no time. You think I forgot about that one hike we went on near Eldin? I thought you had freaking fallen off the mountain.”
Hyrule was going to protest when he instead saw familiar faces. Digging his heels into the carpeted floor, he smiled as Legend yanked unsuccessfully and turned to see what the issue was.
When Legend saw the others, he said, “Well it’s about time. You checked in yet?”
Warriors crossed his arms. “What do you mean about time, you two still have your luggage.”
Any reply Legend might have had was discarded when he saw Sky walking over to meet them.
“Hey,” the pilot greeted, rubbing his eyes as he smiled sleepily.
Warriors wrapped an arm around his friend, opening his mouth to speak when Legend interrupted him.
“So, Sky, who are you staying with?”
Sky, blinked, confused. “S-staying with—?”
“Me and Time, obviously,” Warriors answered.
Legend glared. “No he’s not, he’s staying with me and Roolie.”
Sky opened his mouth to speak, raising a hand, “But—”
Legend wrapped his hands around Sky’s arm in a gentle but firm hold just as Wars gave a rebuttal. “Actually, the agreement was that he’d stay with us.”
“Yeah, well, I’m breaking up the little military boy band—”
“Sky,” Time said loudly, interrupting the bickering pair as Sky grew steadily more flustered between them. “What do you want your rooming arrangement to be?”
Sky sighed as both Warriors and Legend released him. Hyrule continued to watch in mild confusion - wouldn’t Sky’s job have paid for a room for him anyway? Or was this an impromptu change of plans?
Knowing the emergency nurses, probably the latter. Hyrule giggled.
“I can stay a couple nights in each room,” Sky offered, trying to appease everyone before yawning.
Time nodded, satisfied, and put a hand on the pilot’s shoulder. “Then it’s settled. He’ll stay with us tonight. Come on.”
Hyrule had to laugh at Legend’s sour look as Warriors smirked in victory. The three war veterans headed for the elevator, and Hyrule quickly redirected his friend. “Ledge, there’s a whole city to explore, come on!”
#lu in healthcare#writing#lu legend#lu warriors#lu time#lu hyrule#lu twilight#lu wild#lu sky#lu malon
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Leona 14
Summary: It’s not unusual for a young prince to be kidnapped. However, this kidnapping was interrupted by a battle harden valkyrie.
(Epic Poem to Sacred Death was played during the Valkyrie scene.)
“Let go of me!” A young, second prince yowled out, kicking and scratching at the creatures that were more animal than man, “Let go of me, now!”
Magic does nothing to them. Fire, water, wind, flora, just about all of them were buffed away with the greatest of ease, sliding off their bodies as though nothing more than rain drops on wax paper.
“Wow, kid’s just as feisty too!” The monster grabbing his arms pointed out, “Our King of Beasts is going to just love you.” He jostled the prince about, laughing at his bobbing head.
“Too bad he doesn’t have the scar,” the other creature said, binding his legs in rope, “Ah well, we can always make one. I’m sure our god will be happy to have an einherjar such as you, looking the way you do.”
Leona dug his teeth into his lip, sucking in a breath to call the magic laying dormant within him. It sparked, swirling with life as these creatures took him farther away from the city. He let this magic, unstable as it was, flow out of him, “King’s—!”
A spear pierced through the clouds, embedding itself into the ground right next to Leona. A hole was left right in the torso of the monster holding his legs. No blood, no organs, nothing. A simple gaping hole, leaking out smoke as though nothing more than an illusion.
They let go of his feet just as the other monster dropped his head.
He didn’t run far. Another spear came a split second later to take his head. Both corpses disappeared in slow trails of black smoke. The spears followed, becoming glitters of light.
“Finally,” Leona sighed out, untying the ropes from his legs, “took all of you long enough.”
“’All of you?’ There’s only me, young Leona.” The beat of your wings sent wind through his hair. Lightly, your feet touched the ground. “Were you expecting an army?”
He retreated back, coiling the energy in his gut, ready to launch a spell if needed, “Who are you?”
Your armor clinked as you dusted it off, feathers pristine in their colorful glamour. “Look to your myths to find your answer. It should be easy enough.”
A Valkyrie. Chooser of the Slain. A death deity. He’s heard the stories. Who hasn’t been told?
“Judging by your expression, you have found your answer,” you looked behind you, as though looking for the corpses that have become smoke, “I’m not here to pick up your soul. As you can see, you still live.”
The tension Leona’s jaw eased, but his spine was still stiff. “Then why are you here?”
“I’ve come to slay that which seeks to mess with mortal fates,” you gestured to the open space that once contained his kidnappers, “They are servants to a god participating in a war over an empty throne. They cannot meddle with your fate, not as long as you remain within my sight.”
“So they can’t mess with it, but you can?” Leona didn’t wait for your answer. “You meddled with my fate, why not meddle with it more by making me king?”
You blinked at him, evidently surprised, “You would rather the throne be handed to you?” You shook your head, “Such laziness is unbecoming of a king. Besides, I know very well that question doesn’t hold weight to it. You simply want another agreeable servant by your side.”
Ah, people such as you always irritated him, thinking they know him better than he knows himself, even if they are right. “At least you have some brains underneath that helmet of yours. Seems you’re not all muscle.”
You sighed, “Such words would offend the ears of any god.”
Leona scoffed, “What? Are you gonna tattle that a bratty princeling like me made fun of you to your gods?”
Rather than a scowl or a snooty upturn of the nose like he expects from any haughty noble, you laughed, “Ha! Why would they ever listen to such ramblings? They sit far too high in their realms to catch any words spoken by those in Midgard.”
You let out a breath, calming yourself down. “It’s about time you go back now. I’m afraid I have to leave.”
So soon, huh? Leona huffed. “Yeah, just leave me all by myself, how merciful you are.”
“Glad to see you understand your position.” You did not take the bait. “May we meet when your life ends.”
With that, you fly back into the sky, a distant star he could never reach. A memory he will never let fade.
#twst#twisted wonderland#twst-drabbles#twst-drabbles exclusive#drabble#savanaclaw#leona#leona kingscholar#valkyrie au#reader insert
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Jordan gets food poisoning and Keiko takes care of her
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Twenty texts that spammed Keiko’s name, seven missed calls, and three voicemails. The second Keiko opened his phone when he got out of his last class, that’s what he saw.
With a sigh, he called his sister back. She picked up on the first ring and, without saying hi, just hastily asked, “Do you have dinner plans?!”
Keiko stayed silent for a second. Then said plainly, “Hi, Jor.”
“Yeah yeah, hey. So, dinner plans? Got any?”
Keiko raised a brow. “No. Why?”
“What’s Amber doing tonight?”
“She said she’s gonna try to finish reading the script for Chicago tonight. She’s gonna play a character named Roxy in it or something.” Amberlynn had been excited for the role and insisting that he was really, really gonna love it.
“Have dinner with me!” Jordan insisted. “El is studying the history of Dali tonight and ordering food to her place, so I’m free. And there’s that new Japanese restaurant that opened downtown, and I heard that they have amazing Takoyaki balls! Come with me! It’s the closest thing to Nana’s cooking that we have right now!”
That was really enough to convince Kei. He loved traditional Japanese cooking—even if nothing could beat his Nana’s cooking—and Japanese food was better than take-out pizza any day.
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Dress nice, Jordan had said. Not too fancy, but nice.
It seemed that his simple navy blue button-up and his black dress pants was the right choice. But he groaned loudly and dramatically when Jordan pulled up to his apartment building and came out of her car, and he saw that Jordan was wearing a navy blue dress and a black sweater. As twins, their faces were already almost identical. Now they were matching clothes! It was either an insane coincidence, or some freakish twin telepathy or something.
Jordan seemed as shocked as he was, but less bothered. “Lookin’ spiffy,” she said in a teasing voice as they came up to each other.
Keiko pouted. “Mom would be happy,” he grumbled as he got in the car, remembering the times as kids when they were forced by their mother to wear matching clothes for dinner parties, events, vacations, and even school.
It was a bit of a longish drive. When they got to downtown, they easily found a parking spot. Jordan wore a wide, excited smile as they walked down the sidewalk in the downtown side of the city. Lights twinkled above the street, cars blaring music drove down the road, restaurants and stores looked busy, and Jordan seemed to almost draw energy from the lively buzz surrounding them. Meanwhile, Keiko really just wanted to get dinner and go home. Not that he was unhappy, but he had barely slept the previous night, and it was already almost eight now.
“Here!” Jordan said, pointing at the restaurant. The colorful lights and the music made it look nice. And truthfully, Keiko couldn’t wait to have some authentic ramen—not the instant packaged kind.
Chimes on the door jingled as they walked in. The aroma of incenses and food filled the air, dousing Keiko in a wave of nostalgia as he remembered his Nana’s house. He couldn’t wait to go there in the summer.
“Hello. Table for two?”
Jordan nodded, smiling. The lady grabbed two menus and led then over to a table near the fancy jade fountain in the center of the restaurant, carved fish and dragons making it look detailed and beautiful. Keiko couldn’t help but admit that it was far beyond his expectations.
The two siblings chatted casually, talking about whatever topics came to their minds. When they ordered, Keiko got himself some spicy Tonkotsu ramen with Takoyaki while Jordan ordered herself a giant sushi platter and spring rolls.
The food came out faster than they expected, which just impressed Keiko more.
The food was amazing. Not to his Nana’s standards, but really great.
Keiko could’ve laughed at Jordan who was all but inhaling her sushi. Then he pouted when she took one of his Takoyaki balls, but took one of her spring rolls as payback.
By the time they finished the dinner with cherry blossom jelly desserts, Keiko was in a much better mood than he was in when the night started. They split the check and then decided to go to the city park to just walk around and hang out a little longer.
“No way. Our best vacation was when we went to Birmingham, England,” Keiko states, kicking a rock on the sidewalk. The park was pretty much empty save for a few people here and there. The starry sky was visible through the trees.
“Birmingham was fun, sure, but China was on a whole other level. Don’t you remember the Birds Nest resort? It was something straight out of a fantasy book, I swear. And the food was WAY better.”
Keiko rolled his eyes, but didn’t deny the last part. He’d honestly prefer Chinese street food over fish’n’chips.
Suddenly, Jordan’s stomach let out a growl that was loud enough for Keiko to hear, and he chuckled and raised a brow at her. “Are you already hungry again? You just ate your weight in sushi!”
Jor narrowed her eyes at him. “Not hungry. I’m stuffed, actually. My gut is just a little off, that’s all.”
The smirk on Keiko’s face faltered just slightly. “Off?”
She shrugged, but Keiko noticed the slight tensing of her jaw. Still though, she didn’t say anything until she changed the topic and the two started talking about music and singers and celebrity drama that’s been circulating through the internet.
Keiko was stating his bet on how long Taylor Swift’s relationship with Travis Kelce was gonna last when Jordan suddenly just stopped walking. After realizing a few steps ahead that his sister was no longer walking beside him, he turned and saw her slightly bent over, one hand on her stomach while her head was tilted down.
He frowned. “Jor? Are you o—”
She interrupted his question and answered it at the same time by spewing her dinner all over the sidewalk. Keiko cursed, going back to her and quickly bunching up her long silky hair, even the strands which already had puke in them.
“Crap,” she grumbled, spitting on the ground. “I got sick.”
Keiko snorted a laugh. “Yeah, I can see that, dumbass.” Then his voice softened. “Do you think you caught the flu or something?” He continued to hold her hair in one hand while his other cupped her forehead, but he felt no heat. She was cold and clammy.
“How the fuck am I supposed to know? I’ve never had the stomach flu before!”
Keiko sighed. If she didn’t have a fever, then it likely wasn’t the flu. She’d seemed fine up until just then. What—
She vomited again, and the sight of chunks of white rice and pink meat made him freeze and his blood run cold.
“Shit. Um, okay.” He grabbed her wrist. “Okay, arm around my neck. I’m picking you up.”
She groaned in reply, allowing him to hook her arm around his neck and pick her up bridal style.
Keiko ignored any stares they got from the few people in the park, and Jordan was suddenly too dizzy with nausea to even notice.
When they got to Jordan’s car, Keiko sat her in the passenger seat and took the driver’s side.
It was another semi-long drive to the hospital.
Keiko thought he might have been overreacting a bit, but he’d rather be safe than sorry. It was quite a long wait in the hospital’s waiting room. A nurse had come out with a basin when Jordan had thrown up for the third time while sitting.
Finally, a different nurse took Jordan to get some tests, and Keiko stayed in the waiting room, tapping his foot anxiously. He didn’t want to text any of their friends unless he was sure it was something serious, but he did shoot a quick text to Eliana to tell her.
She was there as well in ten minutes.
It was a tense hour or two before a doctor came out and called Jordan’s name. Keiko and Eliana both stood and walked over to him.
“She’s fine,” the doctor said. “It’s just some fairly nasty food poisoning from some fish toxins, but no salmonella or anything like that. We’ll pump her stomach, hook her up to some antibiotics, and she should be out of here in two days or so.”
Keiko thanked the doctor, and he and Eliana went back to sitting and waiting.
“She was so excited when she heard about that place,” Eliana sighed, sagging back in her seat. “Now she’s getting her stomach pumped because of their crack-attempt at making edible food.”
Keiko shrugged. “It might’ve just been a bad batch of fish. Everything else there was perfect. It was fun.”
Eliana smiled a bit. “It’s nice that you two are so close,” she said. “Not many siblings are like that.” If Keiko noticed the slight catch in her voice, he didn’t show it.
Eliana stood then. “Alright, well, I have to get home and get to sleep. Tomorrow’s an exam day for me. But text me updates, and I’ll come visit Jor tomorrow after my test. Love ya, Kei.”
“Bye, El.”
They hugged, and she left.
It was a while of playing Subway Surfers on his phone to pass time before the doctor returned.
“She’s been settled in a room now. You can see her if you’d like.”
The doctor led Keiko up to a small room where his sister was in a bed glowering at her stomach like she had a vendetta against it. He noticed that her hair had been cleaned up and tied in a loose bun.
“Hey, sis,” Keiko said, sitting in the chair beside her bed. “How’re you feeling?”
She pouted at him. “They stuck a tube up my nose,” she muttered. “It was fucking uncomfortable as hell. And now my stomach feels. . . itchy.”
It took everything Keiko had to not laugh. “Um. . . itchy? Your stomach feels itchy?”
She huffed, rolling her eyes. “Well, not itchy. It’s just, like, tingly and sore and I feel disgusting right now and I’m hungry, but I’m not allowed to eat! And my head hurts and my abdomen is achy and did I mention that I had a tube stuck up my nose?! And it went all the way down to my stomach!!! And I can’t go home, even though I really just wanna be in my own bed while cuddling my girlfriend and life sucks and the world sucks and that stupid restaurant sucks and I really want some tacos!”
Keiko really couldn’t help but start laughing at the end of his sister’s rant.
She pouted at him again. “Really? No sympathy for your sick, ailing, dying sister?”
Keiko smirked. “Not really. But I’ll make the funeral arrangements. Orange and blue flowers, and an open casket with your body dressed in a Baby Shark costume. How does that sound?”
Jordan’s pout seemed to contort weirdly as she tried not to smile or cringe, but it was a losing battle and the cringe won. “I’ll rise from my grave to haunt you.”
“Let’s talk about the inheritance now.”
“Oh my God!”
They both started laughing. When both of their laughing fits subsided, Keiko hugged his sister tightly. “Tonight was a fun night,” he said. “Thanks for getting me out of my house. I swear, I’ve been becoming a cave rat.”
“You’re welcome,” she said. “And how about next time we want Japanese food, we take a trip home and have Nana make it.”
Smiling, Keiko nodded. “Agreed.”
#siblings#twins#keiko#jordan#thebrilliantidiots#I'm over here cryin' like the only child I am while I write this 😭#BTW fun fact is that Takoyaki balls are one of the reasons I LIVE! I love those things!!#My search history is now an encyclopedia with info on salmonella and food poisoning.#the brilliant idiots
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!Eeveelution Explore Beyond your Limits!
Chapter 1 [Unfortunate Events]
Laz would jump onto my stomach with a kick waking me up and sit on me as he gave out a whine,
"Mikey!!! Wake uppp I'm hungry..!"
I'll pull on my blanket to cover myself as much I could, but he's on it and pulls it away from me,
"Do it yourself.."
This is Laz my older brother who is still a Eevee and I'm Mike a evolved Eevee to a Glaceon.
"But but when you make food it turns out better than the stuff I make."
He would say getting off me and just watches me. I'll sigh and get out my bed getting on all fours and begin to stretch
"Alright I'll head downstairs in a second, wake our step sister up and don't hold back for deciding on shocking me awake with a hug."
He would salute and happily waddles towards her room as I get ready myself grabbing a near by scarf that has stitches and new patches and holds it close,
"Morning Dad and Mom, rest easily for me I'll take care of them don't force yourself."
As I am heading downstairs I hear a shock of something and rush downstairs faster and peek inside the dining table where Laz runs towards me and uses me as cover as a pissed off Jolteon glares him down,
"Wh-what is going on??"
I say trying to shield him from her.
"Hmph!! This little perv goes to my room and sucker punches me in the gut and I am chasing his ass down!"
Meet Karen, very short tempered Jolteon who is my step-sister she is sweet and understanding under all that toughness though!
"But but Mikey said to do the same thing, because you shocked him for a minute straight ina hug!!"
He says as Karen glares up at me.
"I never said th—"
!!BOOM!!
I get punched on the side of my face as I was about to turn to face Mike, a good punch by my step-sister making me fall on my face and get fainted.
[In the past]
At the same moment time being fainted, I would dream that day on a winter my parents are trying to keep me warm and keep me close in a small destroyed cavern that was a home, as we wait for the heaviest known storm to our island passes. There fur has changed color and skin too, unfortunately my dad was a Flareon and keeping us warm was getting harder and more exhausting for him. My Mom being a Sylveon didn't help either, her ribbons were solid and she couldn't force em out anymore a ice bowtie was all she had left.
"Wh-wh-what are we gonna do??"
My mom cried out towards my dad.
"W-we-we have to force him to evolve or-or he dies."
My dad knew the common grounds where a clear ice block would always form which was perfect for a eevee to evolve, but how can they take me if they can't move themselves. Rescue team is on the way, though it's been a few hours and probably are lost.
"We-we have to let go of him."
My dad explained, but my mom eyes widen and argued the idea.
"Your insane! he'll die! Out there!! We can wait for the res—"
My dad would've argued, but stared at her a expression he should be crying though nothing came.
"We are both done for, think Honey. I know where it is and he's a good listener with information."
He turns me to him and begins explaining where to go,
"Mike I want you to run straight down as much you could to 20 seconds like.. 1 second like that okay? After that turn a hard right and you might see a entrance shape of a cave by 2 trees. Run full throttle and find a see through ice block and touch it you'll evolve."
He finished with a smile and grabs his scarf and wraps it around my face and neck.
"We'll be here waiting for you, you'll feel better when you evolve, we can bare our own here!"
Dad uses his last bits of energy to warm me up again with Ember one last time and they set me on my way. I would immediately start doing what he told me to do I know they could handle it, they are top adventures after all!
I would stop counting making it to 20 and look around, but it's hard to see the 2 trees. It took abit of time and eventually I find it, but I have to hurry and the cold is starting to hit again. Where is the rescue team, why are they taking forever, we aren't far. I shake my head, I still haven't been able to talk so I can't trust them if they can't even hear a peep from me and continue until I eventually find the ice block. My body finally goes out and I collapse just seeing the ice block, what's going on??? You can't give out like that, your family is believing in you. I tell myself ask I keep dragging my body that is beginning to freeze up again and this time it is starting to stiff and harden, no no no!! C'mon Dad believes you!!! MOM BELIEVES YOU!! I whimper as I start to lose conscious, eventually slapping the ice and begins to evolve brightly enough for the rescue team screams and siren were heard before I blank out.
"Hey kid are you alive?" A voice calls out to me.
"Hmmm. Let me try something."
My body starts to slowly build up with warmth and that warmth becomes into a burn which jolts me up awake,
"Wh-wha where am I??"
"You are in a temporary camp site for the rescue team" a pokèmom said.
"My name is Mike, I'm surprised I can talk right now." I say trying to regain my thoughts and stay warm by the fire type pokèmom, which as far I know by reading the news paper this is..
"Pleasure to meet you I'm Alex or as some people would high rank Pyro the Arcanine"
he said proudly as he smiled at me. Then it clicked to me, what I was forgetting.
"MY PARENTS! THEY STILL ALIVE!" I yell remembering and start to panic hoping they aren't gone yet.
"Let's go squad, you know the way right kiddo?"
I would nod and stand up feeling warmer not even that cold for being a Glaceon, as we head towards the direction of my home.
The cavern cave in, I began to dig with my paws. The Rescue team trying to help out, but others didn't knowing the truth.
"Mom! Dad! I'm back I evolved and I'm here to save you with the Rescue Team!"
I say hoping they'll be proud to hear my voice, as I make a entrance go inside as the smile I once had go pale. Everyone would go inside one by one, but saw the most disturbing thing they'll ever see in their careers. No one wanted to get close to Mike, they knew right away he needed the silence. The sound of the storm hurling down hard was all they were going to hear, but it wasn't enough to unsee two pokèmom hold each other close who froze to death and the only family member left alive staring at them with tears pouring down his eyes as he is in denial he says.
"M-Mom? Dad?"
[End of the past]
(I'm not good at writing, but I don't mind trying to do it as a fun side hobby. I hope my writing is understandable haha
More to come :3)
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supernatural s12e5 the one you've been waiting for (w. meredith glynn)
thule society nazis in the recap, oh boy. my fave. remember nothing of this episode (8x13 apparently). though i do remember neck stabbing a nazi to non je ne regrette rien (but i think that was a different nazi stabbing episode??? 11x14). ps totally thought rien was laugh because ríen in spanish is "they laugh". sometimes similar words between french and spanish are the same! sometimes not :P i don't regret anything not quite the vibe of i don't regret laughing lol
DEAN
I'm gonna stop you right there, okay? Look, Mom needed her space, and I told you I'm cool with it.
SAM
But are you really?
so here for sam continuing to poke dean about this. dean should retaliate by making sam deal with something
SAM
Uh, rich people like antiquing. I don't know.
DEAN
I say we check it out.
SAM
Uh… (Sighs) All right. In the meantime, you sure you don't wanna talk about –
DEAN
No.
SAM
Dean, it's called sublimation.
DEAN
Yeah. Yeah, it's kinda my thing.
i had to look it up because i was thinking of the science thing but psychologytoday.com says:
Why is sublimation a mature defense?
Sublimation is considered a successful defense mechanism because it often leads to positive outcomes—and outcomes that are often better than the alternative. For example, let’s say a man going through a divorce emotes by destroying his ex-wife’s property or lashing out at his son. In the case of sublimation, on the other hand, the man may channel his energy into an important project at work.
Even though sublimation is a more productive defense than others, it’s still healthy to fully confront and process the underlying emotions involved.
look at that, it's a mature defense mechanism! something something processing emotions too. details details
miracles of miracles they turned on the lights instead of continuing to poke around in the dark with flashlights (xfiles was very silly about that too, kind of a trope of the genre i suppose. drama!)
hi localhost loopback webmail. that is a very nice little fake email screen though. and peekaboo sam in the mirror
finally someone reacting appropriately to overhearing one of their conversations 😂
keep trying to figure out if nazi boy here just has a bad cut/style/color or it's a wig. this is why i don't remember these episodes. could not care less
send in sam to talk to the girl, they can bond over being vessels for pure evil! lol she called bullshit on sam's lucifer vessel story, very reasonable
neverending fight scene.
ok same kid and now it looks like it is his hair. maybe that was a reshoot or something?
i guess british mol villains not enough cartoon evil, bring in nazi thule whatever douchebag his dad is
haha WAIT! i know this diner LOL. i used it for my archivist painting! and in the process of doing that i was checking the outside views too. i think this is the same clip in fact, just darkened to look like night. did they forget to get an exterior shot of something? now i wonder how often they do this. only reason i recognized it was because i'd spent hours staring at pictures for that painting
s1e20 dead man's blood
s1e20 / s12e5
that is so funny. looks like they took out the searchlight from the car too. babies
sam's reaction to nazi defector boy sliding in is cracking me up. kid's hair back to looking strange. maybe it's the color? it just doesn't look right on his head
mentioning again how great his hair is looking this season! what a turnaround. clearly should tag for me rambling about his hair, like the sideburns. looking at the search for hair on my posts, i talk about everyone's hair. a lot lol (best hair, claire by a mile. ugh. so gorgeous). sigh, back to nazis
i had some weird light golden brown hair for a minute when i was using an old box of dye and i was sick of fighting the white hair. kind of looks like that. also, what were they eating? chocolate pie? cheesecake? cake? stallllling
EXCUSE ME WHAT. wheezing
the matrix (1999) / the magicians s1e4 the world within the walls
reminds me of a cross between the matrix bug and the little gold scorpion thingamajig in the magicians. but way goofier
oki doke
kinda feels like this whole episode was an excuse to get sam to say this. and for the mood pick-me-up of getting to kill hitler for dean
DEAN
You know, I was thinkin'… we passed a bakery on the way into town. Sign said, “Best pie for a thousand miles”.
SAM
So now you want pie?
DEAN
I killed Hitler. I think I deserve some pie.
Did I mention I killed Hitler?
SAM
I'm never gonna hear the end of this, am I?
DEAN
Probably not.
very cute
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Tag game: Get to know me!
Thank you @abiaswreck for the tag! :] 🖤
1. Birthday?
8/11 (me and binnie are birthday twins)
2. Favorite color?
I'll say black but i dont really have a favorite!
3. How tall are you?
5’5 (and 3/4 thank you very much)
4. How many pair of shoes to you own?
somewhere around 14 idk i gave up on counting
5. Favorite song?
for skz probably ssick or easy but not skz probably ohio is for lovers by hawthorne heights
6. Favorite movie?
oh probably either the scream movies or unironically the twilight movies (theyre my childhood comfort movies)
7. Who would be your ideal partner?
Someone who makes me laugh and takes the time to understand me.
8. Do you want children?
I've said no for a really long time but i think if i met the right person and the circumstances were ideal then maybe.
9. Have you gotten in trouble with the law?
Not really other than a few times of being a stupid teenager nothing serious though. Watching my parents screw up a lot when i was young probably had a lot to do with that.
10. What color socks are you wearing?
oh god i hate socks so much. i only wear them when i have to and not a second longer.
11. Favorite type of music?
this is such a cliché but i really do listen to everything. edm, pop, pop punk, metal, sad songs, happy songs, hell on occasion even a tiny bit of country (only carrie underwood lets not get carried away)
12. How many pillows do you sleep with?
2! One horizontal and one vertical. Kinda like a half body pillow i guess? idk i have to be hugging something to fall asleep.
13. What position do you sleep in?
im a diagnosed insomniac so really whatever position my body finally passes out in... there's a lot of tossing and turning most nights.
14. What don’t you like when you’re sleeping?
Bright lights (a tv or any sort of light on an appliance) or dead silence i need a fan or rain or SOMETHING.
15. Have you tried archery?
Yeah actually my grandfather used to take me hunting when i was younger. I never actually killed anything but i got pretty good at hitting cans and targets :]
16. Favorite fruit?
ohhhhh either strawberries or blackberries or pineapple... idk i love fruit so much.
17. Are you a good liar?
I can be when I have to be. I hate lying though it always brings drama and negative energy.
18. What’s your personality type?
INFP-T
19. Innie or outie?
Innie
20. Left or right handed?
Both! but I mostly use my right!
21. Favorite food?
Pineapple pizza (fight me Christopher Bang)
22. Favorite foreign food?
Oh my grandmother makes Jag on special occasions and its one of my favorites. Other than that as of recently ive been eating japchae so much i literally have a craving for it like every other day.
23. Are you clean or messy?
sigh. my room? depression disaster area. Everything else in my life? Severe OCD neat freak (im talking labels, sorted by color and size, the whole nine yards)
24. Most used phrase?
buh. it really has no meaning its just a sound i make about 200 times a day. i also swear like a sailor so if not buh then probably cunt or fuck.
25. How long does it take you to get ready?
Depends on where im going and whos gonna be there. anywhere from 10 minutes to 45 minutes.
26. Do you talk to yourself?
Of course, im the funniest and smartest person i know. (on a real note my hyperactive imagination goes crazy so i spend most days rambling to myself about nonsense.)
27. Do you sing to yourself?
All day everyday like im in a fucking musical or something.
28. Are you a good singer?
Eh. ive been told i am but i think i could be decent if i took lessons.
29. Biggest fear?
Sharks/The ocean (its more a fear of the unknown because what the fuck even lives down there)
30. Are you a gossip?
Absolutely not. I learned my lesson in middle/high school that shit brings nothing but bad vibes and negative energy.
31. Long or short hair?
I wish i could say short because my hair drives me crazy most days but i also hate how i look with short hair so long i suppose.
32. Favorite school subject?
English or Criminal Justice/Forensics
33. Extrovert or introvert?
introvert but situational extrovert (ill be extroverted if theres someone more introverted than me solely because i cannot stand awkward tension) not quite an ambivert but somewhere close to one.
34. What make you nervous?
Groups of super outgoing people. I always get too afraid to talk in fear of ruining the flow of conversation or being talked over.
35. Who was your first crush?
idk probably justin bieber or nick jonas
36. How many piercings do you have?
4. Both of my ears and both of my nipples. i want to get my bellybutton done soon though.
37. How many tattoos do you have?
9 but im hoping to work on my leg sleeve again soon.
38. How fast can you run?
Depends on whos chasing me.
39. What color is your hair?
Brown right now. It was half black half blonde but i wanted to focus on getting my hair healthy for a while.
40. What color are your eyes?
Blue/Green/Gray depends on who you ask and the lighting in the room.
41. What makes you angry?
Not much im a pretty calm person but when im playing video games thats a different story.
42. Do you like your name?
No. My father chose it and i dont speak to him.
43. Do you want a boy to girl as a child?
IF i had a kid i would want a boy 100%. As someone whos mother had 3 babies when i was 16/17/18 i can confidently say little girls are the spawns of the devil and little boys are rays of sunshine.
44. What are your strengths?
Mental fortitude and my empathy for others.
45. What are your weaknesses?
I give second (and third and fourth) chances to people that do not deserve it.
46. What’s the color of your bedspread?
Light gray but i keep lots and lots of blankets around too.
47. What’s the color of your room?
Gray and dark blue.
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