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pinkanonwrites · 1 year

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It’s You I Like

Vash/Reader, songfic, 1500+ words I don’t normally write Isekai stuff for Vash but this was too good an opportunity to pass up, and I ended up liking it a lot so maybe I’ll do more little drabbles with this specific isekai!reader

"Well, at least we managed to stock up on everything before we left."

“...”

“You said the next town was, what? About forty iles? Doubt we’ll make that tonight, but it’s not too bad considering.”

“...”

“So I can set up the sleeping bags if you want to get a fire going, how ‘bout that Vash? …Vash?”

“...Hm? Oh. Oh! Y-Yeah, no problem… Here, here’s this.” Even though Vash responded to you, his gaze hadn’t yet left the direction the two of you had just come from as his bag thumped into the sand next to you. Or rather, not so much came from as fled from. You were just about to make yourselves comfortable at the local inn for the evening when someone managed to recognize your red-coated traveling companion, and it wasn’t long before the entire town was hot on your tail. Miraculously, somehow, the two of you managed to escape the hailstorm of bullets completely unscathed and with all your meager travel gear intact, but now you found yourself far past the outskirts of the town and left to your own devices in the barren wasteland.

Not like you had any room to complain though. Considering your sudden and unorthodox appearance in one of your favorite series, you'd much rather cling to the familiar presence of Vash the Stampede than risk your luck bumming around any other town on this desolate rock. How fortunate were you to not only find the spiky protagonist, but also to have him listen to and believe your wildly unbelievable tale of woe. Mentioning the SEEDS ships helped, you supposed. Now wherever Vash went you had no choice but to follow.

Again, though. Definitely not a complaint.

Vash was still quiet as the two of you cobbled together your camping site at the base of a large outcropping rock. There was a small smile on his face, framed by the fire's amber glow. But even without having read the manga and watched the anime you could tell it wasn't a real one. It didn't quite reach his eyes.

"You were probably looking forward to an actual bed tonight, huh?" He joked, gaze never leaving the small fire. "Welcome to the life of an outlaw! I assure you, it's always this glamorous."

"It's no big deal! Camping's not bad either, at least when you have the sleeping bags."

He didn't look convinced by your words, but he nodded anyway, an uncomfortable silence falling between the two of you. You kicked your boots off and pulled your knees to your chest on top of your sleeping bag, watching the fire crackle.

"...Is it hard?"

"Hm?" When you glanced over to Vash he was finally looking your way, elbow propped up on his knee and his cheek resting in his palm. Despite the casual pose there was a melancholy behind his eyes, a deep remorse. "Is what?"

"Running around like this. I doubt you're used to it."

"It's… Well I won't lie to you, it isn't easy." Vash barked out a laugh at your brutally honest response. You pushed forward, unabated. "But honestly? I'm probably safer with you than I am anywhere else on this planet. I don't know any people, any places… The only thing I really know is you." A prickling heat began to crawl up the back of your neck at your openness, and you rested the side of your head down on your knees as if it would deter the sudden fluster. "I'm really lucky you found me."

That seemed to catch Vash off-guard, as he began to awkwardly fiddle with his cybernetic hand as his gaze flitted around. "That's, uh, I mean… you've got a pretty skewed idea of luck, I think. Heh…"

There was an awkwardness that fell in the next extended silence too, but it wasn't quite the same. It was a little softer around the edges, more vulnerable. Off to your side you could hear the soft clinking of Vash disassembling and cleaning his gun, bits and pieces placed carefully across his sleeping bag to make sure nothing was lost in the shuffle. As you stretched your legs out in front of you in a v-shape, you hummed softly to yourself as you watched the embers stir and crumble into the sand.

"What song is that?" You glanced at Vash, biting back a chuckle at his furrowed expression, tongue peeking from his teeth as he stared down the empty chambers of his revolver with a cleaning pick and a look of intense focus.

"It's a children's song from home. It's from an old TV show, I think." You hummed the first line a little louder, just enough so Vash could hear the melody over the fire's crackle. You doubted he even knew what a "TV show" was, but he didn't seem too fazed by it.

"Do you like to sing?"

"I like it. I'm average, I think, but I always have fun when I'm singing." Out of the corner of your eye you could see Vash looking at you again. "Oh, absolutely not. Not gonna happen."

"Hey, I didn't even say anything!"

"You didn't have to! I could tell by your face! I'm not gonna sing, it's embarrassing."

"No it's not! Besides, you said you like it. And it's a song from Earth, too! I wanna hear it." He probably didn't even realize it, but he was flashing you those big, sad puppy-dog eyes that he didn't yet know you couldn't resist. You let out a small, irritated whine, hand finding the back of your neck and resting on the flushed skin there as you drew your gaze back to the crackling fire.

"...Fine. Just this once. And don't… Don't say anything weird."

"You got it!" You could see him salute out of the corner of your eye, and couldn't help the quiet snort of laughter that came from you in response. Dork. The quiet click-clack of him beginning to reassemble his firearm returned, so now was as good a time as ever, you supposed.

"It's you, I like."

There was a sharp tink! of Vash fumbling part of the barrel and it clattering down into the remaining pile of gun parts, but you were far too self-conscious to glance over and gauge his expression.

"It's not the things you wear. It's not the way you do your hair, but it's you I like."

You could feel him staring, but you kept your eyes locked on the low, rolling flames.

"The way you are right now, the way down deep inside you. Not the things that hide you…"

Stretching your foot out just a bit, you tapped next to the pile of gun parts sorted neatly on his sleeping bag.

"...Not your toys, they're just beside you."

He chuckled, so quietly that he probably didn't expect you to hear it. But you did, and it made your face positively burn.

"But it's you, I like. Every part of you. Your skin, your eyes, your feelings, whether old or new."

You couldn't ignore Vash's continuous shifting around any longer, flicking your gaze over to him. He'd turned himself completely to face you, cross-legged, chin perched in his palm, a look in his eyes so soft it made your heart feel like it was thundering right up against your ribcage. Your voice wavered for just a note, but you pushed forward.

"I hope that you remember, even when you're feeling blue."

Blue, so blue, his deep cyan eyes finding yours and not flitting away, watching you so gently, yet so intently. Despite your embarrassment, you couldn't find it in yourself to look away either.

"That it's you, I like. You yourself, it's you…"

He seemed to lean in at your every word, like a sailor to a siren. You hardly found your singing to be enough to hypnotize like mermaids in old fairy tales, and yet here he was.

"It's you, I like."

With your song ended, the silence that stretched between you was only interspersed by the soft crackle of the fire. A sharp humiliation suddenly rushed through you, face burning hot at your own vulnerability. Seeming to blink his way out of a trance, Vash began to speak.

"That was-"

"GOODNIGHT VASH!" You yelped, quickly rolling over and burying yourself in your sleeping bag facing away from him, the edge of the fabric pulled all the way up to your nose. He didn't push, letting you curl up and wallow in your own embarrassment, the clicking of his continued gun reassembly peppering the background silence.

And then he began to hum. Quietly, carefully, he felt out the unfamiliar melody.

"It's you, I like."

You could hear the smile in his voice.

"It's not the things you wear."

Warmth blossomed in the pit of your chest, curling up around your heart and settling fluffy and light. He was a good singer as well, his lack of familiarity with the song the only thing slowing him down. But he continued, metal bits and parts snapping together under careful hands as he sang your song.

"It's not the way you do your hair…"

Eyelids dipping heavily, you let them slide shut, Vash's voice filling the empty wasteland and pooling low and sweet in your tired mind.

As sleep began to fog at the corners of your mind, you were completely oblivious to Vash's fond gaze upon your bundled-up form as you began to drift into unconsciousness.

"...but it's you, I like."

#vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #vash the stampede #trigun #trigun stampede #trigun imagines #trigun x reader #my writing

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sardonic-the-writer · 2 years

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both is good!

both is great 👍

Alright let's get into it! For anyone wondering what this ask is about, see this post for context! And I'm going to be citing a lot of fanart for this post so make sure to go reblog the fanarts I link please. The artists deserve it, and I'll be tagging them all at the bottom!

━MARKIPLIER ☆

We all know and love Mark. Honestly not much to say here! The classic lucky flannel, FNAF playing, sex toy cooking king!! Goofy the majority of the time but knows when to get serious with people and set boundaries (which is pogchamp to the max)

━DARKIPLIER ☆

Dark is a silent and cunning man. He speaks his thoughts in riddles more often than not, so good luck trying to decipher them.

When around people he likes however (especially in more ways than one) he's more open and suave. Charming dare I say.

But don't forget he could snap your neck with a flick of his finger honey

━ANTISEPTICEYE ☆

Around a s/o or not he will still be the same hyperactive murderous Anti we've all come to know and love. (Well, at least know...)

Will pull a knife on anyone and everyone if felt the need too. And to repeat myself from a couple posts ago, I feel like he would cackle more than laugh. It just feels in character to me for some reason.

━WILFORD ☆

This man. This man <3

Call me biased but I love him. Wilford has just the right amount of murderous himbo energy as all people should.

Much like Dark and Anti however, I beg of you not to be fooled by his charms. Someone who can dismiss worm holes and create them like it's nothing should not just be written off as a pretty face.

━YANCY ☆

Golden retriever energy. He'd probably cross his arms and deny it if I said that, but he's not here is he :)

Point being, Yancy is like a big teddy bear. A teddy beat with a gun stuffed inside of it, but a teddy bear nonetheless. Kind boy. I would headcanons he's a mama's boy too, if it weren't for the, uhm, unfortunate passing away of his mom under strange circumstances eheh...

━ENGINEER ☆

Engineer Mark is the light of my life. The reason I get up in the morning. The reason I-

Well you get it. Man's is a bag of sunshine topped with sprinkles on top and more. Not only does he look adorable trying to eat his cookie, but he also is one of the most dedicated and caring people you'll meet

━ACTOR ☆

Rat bastard (/reluctantly affectionate)

I would give Actor a hug if I ever met him in real life and then bitch slap him so hard when he woke up his "luxury" clothes would be out of style

He's rude, he's mean, he's snooty, but Actor can be nice sometimes. Belive it or not heh

━ILLINOIS ☆

Now THIS is a mama's boy. Illinois gives off the vibes of someone who knows how to make really good campfire food, especially stew and/or soup.

Always there for a back rub or a quick game of rock paper scissors while hiking through mountains to get to an ancient temple. Always be prepared is the motto he lives by too heh

[Artists featured in this post. Please go check them out and reblog all their work! And if any of you want me to take down your art used in this post let me know immediately]

@bhavanti (Mark) || @the-bois-jim-and-jim (Dark) || @outoftheendgamenow (Wilford) || @antis-gauge (Anti) || @qlitchd (Yancy) || @artist-in-space (Engineer Mark) || @cldiiart (Actor) || @m-0-thmann (Illinois)

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pancake-breakfast · 10 months

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LET'S GET VOLUME 3 DONE LET'S GOOOOOO....

(But first, I rework the archive because this is gonna take up a lot of space. Maybe I should move it somewhere else; I can't imagine anyone aside from myself really needs it right now....)

Archive

Trigun Volume 1: Covers + 1-3, 3 Detailed Thoughts, 4, 4 DT, 5-6, 5-6 + DT, 6 DT, 7-8, 9-10 || Volume 2: Covers + Extras, 1, 1 Supplemental Research, 2-4, 5-6, 7-8

TriMax Volume 1: Covers + 1-2, 2 DT, 3-4, 3 DT, 5-6 || Volume 2: Covers + 1, 2-4, 5, 6-7 || Volume 3: Covers + 1-3, 4-5

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for TriMax Vol. 3, Chapters 6-7 below.

Chapter 6: Families

Awww, Vashie.... Take care of him, Brad!

Well, if that's not an ominous title page. Goshdarnit, Knives, can you even see out of the right side of that helmet? How can you get comfortable with the spike in the back constantly banging into that high-backed death chair? I have questions, sir!

I do like how the belts on his lower arm actually resemble the belts on Vash's.

Eyyy, it's the Gung-Ho Guns in their Palace of Terror! (I don't know what the place is called, but I assume it has an over-the-top name. It needs an over-the-top name.)

Is... he trying to create an angel arm?? Put that away, Knives. You don't know how to use it.

Oh, maybe... he was trying to locate Vash?

This looks like a flashback, but I'm not sure what it's flash-backing to. Oh! Vash's hair is full blond! Definitely a flashback.

Uh. Is his arm not a prosthetic???

I love how completely lost and confused he looks here.

OMG HIS FACE!!! Babygirl is SO WORRIED about Wolfwood! (Also, I know we all love spiky-haired Vash, but goshdarn, I just melt for his hair when it's all messy like this. It makes him look even softer than he already is.)

And then again when he sees the girls! Gods, he looks like he doesn't believe what he's seeing... which, to be fair, he could be forgiven for given all he's been through recently.

Aww, Meryl's happy to see him doing well enough to accept glomping hugs.

He is SO RELIEVED. <3

Whooooo is calling Vash a son of a bitch when he just woke up?? Slaps for them. Slaps to the face.

Ugh, why'd they have to remind him of all the deaths already? Just let babygirl rest for a bit. Even Plants need time to recover.

Good on them to shut down his self-deprecation. <3

Eyyy! It's Luida! Of course she's looking out for our babygirl. <3 <3 <3

Heh. Ninelives is now Twolives.

Oh, she straight-up ignored his question about Doc.

Vash knows. Vash knows she dodged the question. But he also knows she's trying to give his heart the rest it needs, and he's going to take it. He knows he needs it, too.

LOL, Vash, maybe don't scream at your buddy, the (former?) Gung-Ho Gun with the big-ass murder cross and a huge chip on his shoulder, as soon as he starts waking up in a strange place where he doesn't have his bearings yet. I swear, Wolfwood's like a startled cat here.

Dude. Wolfy. You should be happier to see your boyfriend. We'll have none of this "well, shit" talk.

Heh. Wolfwood's just grumpy 'cause he can't figure Vash out.

Something something what I said last time about Vash wishing maybe Wolfwood was around to pull the trigger where he couldn't.

"Feh!" is Wolfwood's way of saying, "I accept your apology, you big dummy."

"You mean it didn't tug at your heartstrings?" VASH. ARE YOU FLIRTING.

Wolfwood clearly doesn't appreciate self-deprecating as a form of flirting. Good for him. We don't build ourselves up by letting others tear themselves down.

(I know I'm being a bit ridiculous with these last two points. Vash likes to encourage people and make them feel good about themselves. But still, it's a sensitive and very kind thing for Vash to say, all things considered, and good on Wolfwood for calling him out for how he's going about it.)

"He really just says whatever stupid shit that comes to his mind." That makes two of you.

Actually, the idea that Vash is just spouting off words without thinking them through is a gross misreading of the situation by Wolfwood (assuming he actually believes that). Vash's surprise and frustration that his words didn't appear to have the intended impact on Wolfwood mean Vash put a decent measure of thought into them before saying them. Vash spoke with intention, not rashness. Very little Vash does is actually rash, even when it appears otherwise, and in this particular situation, he's basically told Wolfwood he put thought into his words. I'd guess Wolfwood's misunderstanding has a lot more to do with his own conflicted feelings than anything else.

LOL, Vash's grumpy, pouty face.

I liked how Stampede switched this reaction to a similar photo to Meryl.

Gods, girl needs to find a guy closer to her age and move on.

Ok, question: why did they even bother to show us Knives and the Gung-Ho Guns at the beginning of the chapter???

Chapter 7: His Life As A...

Are... these guys talking about Twolives?

Ah, yes they are. Looks like they're dead now.

Casual Vash! His proportions on this title page are killing me, though. Limbs too long. I know babygirl is lanky, but seriously.

Ugh, it's one of them coins. 'Cause if there's one person Vash always enjoys thinking about, it's freaking Legato.

HE STILL HAS HIS HAIR DOWN A:JGL:KJA:SDF:HAFK:JH DOMESTIC VASH!!!

LOL, Wolfwood carrying around his IV like it's the Punisher. Emotional support IV, indeed.

You know, you really shouldn't smoke when you're in recovery. It slows healing times. Unless you got some of them fancy-pants Stampede blue vials on you, Mr. Wolfwood?

UGH HIS FACE. Wolfwood looks just... dead inside. He hates his life. This is the look of a man full of regret.

So, I'm guessing that while Wolfwood knows Vash is Knives' brother, and knows that those two are somehow related enough to Plants for Knives to have been reborn out of one, he doesn't quite know whether Plants maybe have weird regenerative abilities that Knives took advantage of or whether there's something unique tying Vash/Knives to the Plants... or, at least, what the nature of that tie is.

Ohhhhh, that's what the flashback in the last chapter was to.

Teenage Vash!

Aww, Vash looks so at ease telling the girls about the cryosleep chambers.

Heh, babygirl has a long history with oversized coats, it seems.

Meryl, pondering over all the aspects of Vash she's seen.

Gods, Wolfwood. He seems so concerned over the idea that Vash might die in all this. I'm going to gnaw my own limb off watching this man fight himself.

Luida gets it.

Oh, shoot. Twolives escaped!

What kind of a name is Magsgarinch, anyway?

Ominous ka-n. Kan kan kan. Kakakakakakakakaka

Ok, I know babygirl is fast, but how the heck did he doff his coat so quickly??

Gotta respect that these two weirdos put the guy who still has both his eyes on the guns. Even though the guns are literally bigger than his head and I don't know hooooooow their little baby hands have the breadth to grip them.

Yeah, tossing aside his bullet-proof coat does seem unwise.

Left hand.

YOU AREN'T NINELIVES ANYMORE!!! YOU ARE TWOLIVES!!!

LOL, Wolfwood making an entrance.

Did... Vash wreck his arm again?

HE WRECKED HIS ARM AGAIN!!!

Wolfwood's mad at him for wrecking his arm. And putting himself in danger. And being a confusing, confusing person for Wolfwood to deal with because he makes Wolfwood face himself more than he wants to.

Vash knowing everyone's name. Remembering them all. I just keep thinking about the opening to Stampede where he's standing there in the chamber greeting each and every one of them.

LOL, Wolfwood and Luida tag-teaming calling Vash an idiot. It's definitely a term of endearment.

Vash the Stampede, fueled by his own infinite babygirl energy.

Ahhhhahahahahahahaha, Wolfwood's got it bad. He says "a true gunman," but he's hardly shown respect for that profession. Just... just admit it to yourself, buddy. You're head over heels for the monstrous conundrum before you.

Vash the Stampede. Babygirl, are you clueless, or just that awkward? Boooooooth???

Author Bonus Chapter (Untitled)

(I didn't forget this, post this post, and then have to go back and edit it. I promise.)

Who the heck is John Van Fleet? Wait, are they announcing someone?

"Jingle jingle, let's go!!!" I kinda want to use this in daily life somehow....

Oh. Oh, no. He went to a convention in the U.S. in... *checks date on volume* '04-ish. I hope hope hope it was a comic con and not Anime Expo. AX back then was a thing.

Oh, good. It's a comic con. I wonder if it was San Diego or... New York... or...??? I was actually at SDCC in '04. WAIT NO, I went in '05. Missed him by a year. It was my very first con... and the last time you could get tickets at the door, IIRC.

Yeah, that looks about right. It's... it's a lot. SDCC is a lot. Even in '05 it was a lot.

Wait wait wait. He's a fan of Mike Mignola?? The creator of HELLBOY?!?!? Huh, in retrospect, that makes a lot of sense. Something something similar themes despite very different presentation....

I love how he just butchers language. Because he can.

To be fair, you don't have to be a comic artist to be this awkward the first time you meet people whose work you're a fan of. I want to think his "death" here is him trying to add "desu" to English because he wants to come off as very, very polite to these people he admires, but... like... English doesn't work that way.

LOL, him dying over someone he admires having bought his book. In Japan. Presumably in Japanese. I'm glad he had this experience.

Oh, The Matrix.... I remember those days.... Gods, I feel old now. Thanks.

#i was talking with @sweetpotoooooooos about Wolfwood and now she's calling him Nicholas D. Simpwood #trigunbookclub #volume 3 #trigun maximum #pancake thoughts

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osameowdazai · 5 months

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Hello!! How about 21 "Things you said when we were on the top of the world" with soukoku? I think it suits them :D

I hope you're having a good day/night, bye bye!! (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Hi aria!!! I posted it here on ao3 <3

But, here it is a well:

“Oh, come on, Chuuya!” Dazai yelled as he leaned against his partner's arm. There was a grin spread across his bandaged face, a playful glint in his one visible eye.

“You come on,” Chuuya grumbled, grabbing Dazai's arm and dragging him along with him. “We're not done here yet, there's still work-”

“You're no fun!” Dazai huffed dramatically, but let Chuuya continue to drag him along. He didn't mind it, anyway.

“And you're getting on my nerves.” Chuuya led them down the hall, scanning everything with a critical face while Dazai hummed behind him. Dazai maneuvered his arm in Chuuya's grasp until they were holding hands instead of Chuuya just holding his arm.

“Where the fuck are they?” Chuuya muttered.

“Maybe they all ran away! Chuuya is very scary, after all,” Dazai said, rolling his eyes as he waved around his free hand dramatically.

“Tch.” A smile pulled at the corner of his lips despite the annoyed noise he'd made. “Or, maybe they just heard your big fucking mouth and hid.”

Dazai laughed, suddenly pulling forward, running ahead with Chuuya's hand still in his.

“Hey!” Chuuya couldn't help the chuckle as he ran after the other boy. They darted down the halls of the facility with purpose.

Dazai kicked open the door near the end of one of the halls. In an instant, Chuuya's hand left his as the shorter boy catapulted himself into the room, the heel of his foot promptly finding the jaw of an opponent. There was chaos in the room, with gunfire and bodies being launched with deadly precision.

“Beautiful,” Dazai whispered, awe in his voice as he watched Chuuya, who glowed red as he used his ability. Dazai had to peel his eyes away from him to aim his gun. The two of them made quick work of emptying the room.

“Oi, over here!” Chuuya yelled from where he was crouched down by one of the bodies. He held up a thumb drive, waving it in the air in Dazai's direction.

Dazai hopped over the body of one of their fallen enemies as he made his way over to his partner.

“Look at that!” Dazai reached out one of his hands, trying to snatch it away. Chuuya pulled his hand, and the thumb drive, back away from Dazai.

“Nuh-uh, I found it, I'm holding onto it,” He said, shoving it into one of his jacket pockets.

“Pfft, like it matters! We still retrieved it together.” Dazai reached out his hand again, this time offering it to Chuuya to help him stand.

Chuuya took his hand, letting Dazai help pull him up despite not needing it. Neither one of them let go of the other's hand as they stood there, observing the carnage around them.

“Heh, we do make a hell of a team, don't we?”

Dazai turned his head at Chuuya's proclamation, studying his face. There's a feeling in his chest that is almost pleasant. Would have felt pleasant if the unfamiliarity of it hadn't immediately made him uncomfortable, completely overriding what warmth it'd momentarily brought him.

“Stop being so sappy, gross!” He yelled, having snatched his hand back. Dazai hopped back over the fallen body and slinked after the room, a grumbling Chuuya trailing behind him.

#mail ⭐️#aria ✨️#ask prompt #i. debated a lot on whether or not i was going to put it on there #but my love of organization won and i do like all of my things lumped together to find easily

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nicholas-wolfwood · 8 months

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He’d been watching the man from the moment he entered the bar. The leader of some gang, most likely. Tall. Strong. Not too bad-looking. He was known for his womanizing ways, ruthless manner, and was respected by his men.

And he’d shot Vash.

Whether he’d been after the old bounty, some personal grievance, or just trying to make a name for himself, they didn’t know, but the gang leader had opened fire on the Humanoid Typhoon once he’d recognized him in the street. Not an unusual occurrence, Vash would shriek as if he were frightened while effortlessly dodging the shots his way until the attackers ran out of bullets or the Sheriff showed up to see what the ruckus was about. This time, however, there had been civilians in the crossfire, and the man used them to his advantage. Knowing Vash would dive in the way, he’d fired on an older couple too slow to flee, and Vash- that idiot- had flung himself in the line of fire. He was in the hospital now, and while Wolfwood knew that idiot would be fine (he’s had worse injuries than that before), there was still some business he had to attend to.

Rising to his feet, the priest made his way up to the bar, on the other end as his target, signaling to the bartender for another whiskey. He heard muttering coming from the far end. Good. He’d gotten his attention. Halfway through his drink, the shooter approached him.

“Hey. I recognize you. Weren’t you in the square durin’ that fiasco this morning?” He wasn’t wrong, Wolfwood had been further back in the crowd, not trusting himself to intervene. He knew he’d likely kill the man, and get yelled at by Vash for it later. But Vash wasn’t here right now.

“I was, yeah. Surprised you can tell.” He leaned back on his bar stool, giving the gang leader a once-over. He was taller than him, that’s for sure. Probably consider himself stronger, too. Heh, wasn’t he in for a surprise... “Quite the mess, heard you were goin’ toe-to-toe with the Humanoid Typhoon himself. Takes some skill to do that.”

“That’s right!” The gang leader’s chest swelled with pride as he took the seat next to him, his buddies remaining on the far end of the bar once it was clear their boss wasn’t about to start a fight. “Recognized the outfit. Not to mention that big ol’ cross of yours.” He nodded to where the Punisher was leaning propped up against the wall. “It’s kinda hard to miss. Anyways, looks like the legendary outlaw was no match for the likes of me! It’s just a shame the Sheriff showed up or I’d of finished him right there!” He didn’t notice the ‘priest’s’ hand tighten on his glass.

“Well if that’s the case, why not a round to celebrate yer near-victory.”

Wolfwood spent the next twenty minutes or so fluffing the man’s ego, easily goading him into round after round of drinking until the man could barely sit up straight. He’d caught the hint of interest in the boss’ eyes, fueled further by the drinks. After the sixth round, Nicholas had gotten up, announcing he was headed out back to ‘stretch his legs’. As he passed the bar, he could hear the gang leader following behind him, telling his buddies he’d be a few minutes.

Once the drunken fool got out back, however, a swift blow to the throat had him on his knees, gasping for air before he could even comprehend what hit him. Another hit to the small of his back had him reeling, looking up from the dirt to stare down the barrel of a gun.

Wolfwood’s aim remained steady as the gang leader choked and wheezed, likely attempting to call his men or plead for his life. Piece of shit. He hadn’t cared about the lives of those he put in danger with his little stunt, he likely wouldn’t care when he goes to the next town and kills more people. The world was better off without men like him; besides, he’d forfeited the right to live the moment he’d turned his gun on the man he’d been ordered to protect. He pulled the hammer back, ready to fire.

‘Thou shalt not kill, remember?! What kinda churchman are you, anyways?!’

“Dammit, Spikey, get outta my head!” Nick growled under his breath, shaking his head as if it’d dislodge any second thoughts. He was a top member of the Eye of Michael, dammit! A Gung Ho Gun! He’s killed men for lesser crimes than this, and he’s done so without a second thought, so why was he hesitating now!?

It was his job to protect Vash from pieces of shit like this. Not only that, he wanted to protect Vash from pieces of shit like this! Dammit, ever since that blond-haired bimbo crashed into his life, nothing made sense anymore!

He was one of Knives’ pawns. He was Vash’s friend. He’d been raised to kill, knew it was the best way to keep fuckers like this from attacking his charge again, simple as that! But he remembered Vash’s face that day with Rai-Dei...

“.........” He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t get that idiot’s annoying voice out of his head, those disapproving eyes that pierced right through his soul, judging him for all his crimes in the past... But beyond that, he didn’t want to see that look of pain and anger directed at him again. Not until the day finally comes where he has to betray Vash to his brother, at least...

That said, he couldn’t just let someone like this go on his merry way, could he? After all, the only rule was ‘thou shalt not kill’~!

......

“Early this morning, a man identified as Gregory Mason, the leader of the Mason Moonriders gang, was discovered in an alley behind a bar with all four limbs broken. He claims he was too drunk to remember what happened, and is currently undergoing care at the local hospital. The perpetrator has not been found, but police suspect rival gang activity.” Vash frowned, looking up from the morning newspaper delivered to his hospital bed. He gave the priest by the window a look. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about this, would you, Wolfwood?”

“Nope.” The priest innocently sipped at his coffee. “Not a clue.”

#random old drabble #v: maximum #doesn't apply to anything #in the queue

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vaguely-humanoid-form · 10 months

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my three girlfriends.

and yes, they smoke weed.

do they smoke weed?

yes, actually.

you mean she isn't just smoking a cigarette? but a weed cigarette?

it's called a bunt.... not weed cigarette... and yes, it is a weed bunt. they all smoke weed bunts before we kiss. (they are my girlfriends,)

they don't look like they smoke weed.

fuck you.

I'm so angry you are lucky my three weed smorking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down I'm so mad.

your "weed smoking girlfriend" has a hello kitty tattoo on her belly. the one in the middle.

I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerp.... don't ever Talk about Blaiz and her wicked Tat(tattoo) I drew on her ever again I Don't wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNING

well that escalated quickly.....

what, was that? hmm? come again. *Blaiz grabs my shoulder* come on Jory, they aren't worth it, please. * I jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. with each blow I let out a furious yell. the blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. I'm yelling so loud and now I'm crying. BREAKING POINT. the week was hard and I can't take anymore. I'm opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. all three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body*

haha oh my god

who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes.

love how he keeps reminding us that "I HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDS", "THEY ALL KISS ME", and "THEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURR".

and let's not forget the "Blaiz" and her "wicked tat", or that he doesn't "wanna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again", and that this is "the FINAL FUCKING WARNING".

"the goo pile that is now your body"

I'm dying over here, jesus

please, Jory, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticisms; I promise, it'll be fun.

*shoots you dead* heh, idiot...

*leaves with my three weed smorking girlfriends to go hold hands and kiss.*

this dude playin omg

come again? *the bar falls silent. no one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. one hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* come again?! *you can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. I'm clearly intoxicated. a bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. the bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. his eyes are closed and he's muttering something to himself. a handful of people hurriedly leave. one person looks back at you, a look of sorrow in their face. they almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. but not you. you stand, petrified. a quick look at me reveals I'm still at the bar. you look to the exit, there's still time. but there's not, there's not, there's not. your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you. I look a mess. my hair is unkempt, I haven't shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and I'm missing a shoe. but the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. you know that song about the boots that were made for walking? yeah, it's like that only instead of boots it's my muscles and instead of walking it's punching. as I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family... will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insulted the Jory publicly, ever happened to their family? your thoughts are cut short as I now stant face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* playin?! there was nothing playing... no playing you fuck. no playing... it was real.. the realest thing I've ever know.. felt... Love. I loved them... Blaiz.... Chas-Chas... Funk... I loved all three of em... but they...*My face is wet with tears and I'm blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* they left me... left... *almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* playin? playin?! *my hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. you close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging. 'pft, you brought this upon yourself dude.' he says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. but instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. there is only sadness.* left me... *I fall to the floor and sob.*

wow, grow up. *you say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*

#ripley doesn't say stuff #three weed smoking gfs #yes i did type all of this out #my ac is out and i was bored #it was very fun #weed smoking gfs

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prismatica-the-strange · 2 years

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And You Are My Sunflower 🌻 | Part 1

Warnings: 18+, drug use, nudity, allusions, and mentions of sex

Modern!AU The older teens go on a road trip to Cape Cod to stay at Mika's grandparent's beach house for a week.

Synopsis: The Gang gets together and heads out on the long journey to the Cape.

Ships: Forged in Hellfire with some Badass Babysitters Club in the background with Nancy and Johnathan (as if they actually have communication skills)

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"15 hours?" Eddie's eyes go wide, "Songbird, I hate to say this, but you're vastly overestimating my patience."

"Well we won't drive there all in one day," she assures him, toweling her wet hair, "There's a campsite about halfway, and then the next day- Bam! We're at the beach! Sipping Mai Tais and getting sand in uncomfortable places."

"But that's like 8 hours in a car. Babe, I can't even sit through a movie without losing interest!" He whines.

"You get pretty sluggish when you're high," she shrugs, "We'll take smoke breaks."

He narrows his eyes at her and jumps up from his spot on her bed, arms wrapping around her from behind, "Y'know I get... other things when I'm high too."

He trails his tongue after a water droplet on her neck before burying his nose into her exposed skin.

"Now we'll have none of that mister," She giggles, "At least not in the van. I'm sure whoever we're carpooling with would appreciate our modesty."

"What?!" He pulls away suddenly, "You mean I don't even get road head?!"

"You absolutely do not!" She playfully smacks his chest and he looks at her like she's grown a second head, "I honestly doubt Robin wants to watch me suck you off!"

"Yeah, no," he steps away, "I'm not going."

He flops back on the bed and grabs one of the magazines strewn about, flipping through it mindlessly.

She glares at him through the mirror, time to pull out the big guns.

"That's too bad," she sighs, digging through her dresser, "I'd bought a new bikini for just this occasion, but since you're not interested, I guess I'll just leave it here. Damn, and I've never seen Buckley blush so hard before."

He lowers the magazine to his chest, "New bikini?"

"Yeah," she drops the towel from her body, tosses it at him, and pulls on a tshirt and shorts, "It's dark red, and strappy..."

She crawls over him, fingers tapping the middle of his chest, "And it ties in this pretty bow right... here."

He looks back and forth between her fingers and face, "I uh... Yeah... On further reflection I think I might join you on this little roadtrip."

Her face breaks into the biggest smile and he can't help but laugh.

"You conniving bitch," he teases. His hands snake there way under her shirt, fingers tickling her sides, "Tricking me into saying yes with that gorgeous body of your's."

She let's out a shrill laugh and tries to squirm away, "Edgar!!!"

"Uh-uh, you're not getting away from me that easily," he flips them over, pinning her to the bed as he continues to tickle her, "Say it! Come on, say it!"

"S-say wha-at?!" She grabs onto his wrists but he doesn't stop.

"Apologize for using these perfect tits against me!" He takes a moment to squeeze one of her boobs with one hand.

"Never!" She giggles trying to wiggle away, "They're my g-greatest assets! I would- ah!- I would be a to-total idiot to not use them!- Ah! Eddie st-stop!"

He grins and leans down, blowing a raspberry against her neck, making her squeal his name again.

"Stop, stop! I'm gonna piss myself!"

"Say you're sorry!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She begs, "I'll never use my boobs against you again! Mercy! Mercyyy!"

"Fine," He pulls his hands away, but keeps straddling her hips, watching her try to catch her breath, "You still owe me like, 50 kisses though. For toying with my mind like that."

"Oh you love it," she teases, tugging him down to capture his lips. He smiles into the kiss, hands cupping her cheeks, "One."

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"Hey dudes," Argyle raises his hand in a lazy wave as he gets out of Joyce's car, "Hope you don't mind me taggin' along on this little excursion last minute, heh, the van's still outa commission."

"You guys have fun at the beach!" Joyce calls when Jonathan gets out of the car, "Just call me when you get there! And text me if anything happens!"

"Yeah mom, I will," he assures her.

"Hey Ms. Byers!" Mika grins while Johnathan grabs their bags from the trunk.

"Hi Mikaela. Eddie, you look handsome today," she says, causing said punk's face to turn pink, waving awkwardly at the woman.

He tries to hide behind his shorter girlfriend in embarrassment when Joyce waves again as she drives away.

"Niiice van," Argyle compliments, opening the back doors and tossing his duffle in with the other luggage, "So where are the other ladies and Harrington?"

"Steve is picking up Nancy and Jess," Mika says as they all climb into the van, the walls stained with the smell of weed, "We're picking up Buckley and meeting them at the town line."

Mika pulls out her phone and turns to the boys in the back, "Look at this cool app I found! You connect your Spotify to it and you can broadcast like a personal radio station to anyone with the app, I forced Harrington to download it too."

"Yeah, we're gonna take turns subjecting each other to our personal playlists," Eddie rolls his eyes, making a turn.

"So if you guys tell me the name of your favorite playlists I can add them into the rotation."

"Sounds cool to me! I hope you like stoner music, hehe."

It's not long before they're at Robin's house. She's sat on the front step with her grandfather's beat-up old suitcase next to her. She's been waiting for this trip for what feels like forever, beyond excited to hang out with some of the most accepting and supportive people she's ever met, at the beach no less!

"Hey losers," she grins, throwing her bag in the back and jumping in after, "Took you long enough!"

On the way to the edge of town Mika gets her playlist, mostly Indie artists and Show tunes.

The other group is waiting for them when they pull up.

Jess is sitting on the hood of the car, Steve leaning next to her as she laughs at something's said. Nancy is laying on her back in the back seat, legs dangling out the open door as she scrolls through her phone.

Johnathan switches cars, but Argyle is too busy joking with Robin to really notice. Not that he would mind anyways, he's just glad they're communicating again and not stressing him.

Mika triple checks that Steve has the right address in case their small caravan gets separated and pesters him about adding his playlists to the app. Eddie sees him roll his eyes and whine, but he gives in when Mika let's him play his music for the first couple hours.

Eddie groans, not particularly wanting to listen to pop music for hours.

Well, he thinks to himself, looking in the rearview, at least the company is decent.

She waits for the couples to get in Steve's car before getting back in the van.

As they drive on, he has to admit, not all of Steve's songs sucked, a couple of them he actually kind of liked. Maybe it had something to do with the way Mika sang along with a few of them with that smile he loves so much. But he'd still rather be listening to something a little more metal.

Steve hoped it wasn't obvious how much of his playlist was just songs that make him think of Jess, but he could almost hear Robin and Eddie's relentless teasing already. He distracted himself by focusing on the road, smiling over at Jess, her hair flying wildly around with the window open.

He looks back at Johnathan and Nancy. He's staring out the window and she's reading on her phone, but in the middle seat he sees their hands clasped together.

"Hey, I dunno 'bout you guys," Argyle says a few hours in, "But I gotta pee."

"Yeah I could also use a leg stretch slash pee stop," Robin adds.

Mika looks to Eddie, his fingers are tapping the wheel erratically, not at all in beat with the song, and his eyes aren't quite focused on the road. He was starting to get fidgety.

She finds a gas station on her phone and texts the other group that they were pulling off for a snack raid and pee break.

Before Eddie can even get the break on, Argyle is jumping out the back and running inside, followed shortly by Robin.

"I told you 15 hours was too much," Eddie growls, "How the hell am I supposed to do another 12 hours of thissss"

Mika rolls her eyes and opens the glove box, rummaging around til she finds a small ziploc with a few joints and a lighter in it.

"The same way we go on late night drives," she laughs, sticking one between his lips, "High off your ass."

He watches with wide eyes as she lights it for him.

"I fucking love you," he mutters and the blunt nearly falls. He holds it away and kisses her, before taking a long hit.

"I'm gonna go grab some snacks," she's says, grabbing her wallet and opening the door, "You want anything?"

"Doritos... oh and Chips Ahoy!"

"Gotcha," she chuckles and he watches her go inside followed by Nancy and Steve.

15 minutes later they all come out as a group, bags of goodies and trays of Icees in hand.

Eddie is reclined in his seat, curls of smoke swirling around him as he soaks in the warm sun through the dirty windshield.

He jumps when the driver's side door is pulled open, "Jesus! Wrong side princess."

"Nope," she steps up, "Move, it's my turn."

He groans and dramatically rolls his eyes, but climbs over to the passenger side. He knows she doesn't like him driving high. He grabs her sunglasses from the dash and puts them on, making her snort as she hands him a mixed slush and his requested junk food.

"Gimme your phone," he says after they get going again.

"Trade me," she's squinting against the bright sunshine, but holds out the device.

He does, putting on his own shades and changing the playlist, not to his, but Mika's.

Hitting shuffle, the song "Hope Less Romantics" by Make Out Monday comes on.

"They'll break you ten ways to Sunday

And Eleven to Monday my dear

Don't give 'em your hearts, give 'em your bullets

They'll hurt less when they throw them back at you

Hope less romantics

Come on, hope a little less romantics"

He passes the joint back to Argyle and sings along with her. Drumming his hands against the dashboard and shaking his head around, his hair flying around him.

They're both laughing and headbanging to different songs, sharing looks and little touches.

"And here I thought Steve and Henderson were the sickliest sweet couple on this trip," Robin coughs after a drag.

Thin clouds of smoke flow out the open windows of the van ahead and Steve rolls his eyes. The road is empty besides them and he's sick of looking at the piece of shit in front of them. So he decides to pass them.

To his surprise, he sees Munson smiling and singing along with non-metal songs in the passenger seat. And not that stupid smirk he always wears when he tries to annoy people, but a real one.

Not all of Mika's songs are rock, some are more folksy and warm, but a few almost sounded like... Eddie? But like he was doing screamo.

Looking at the screen of his phone quickly, he realizes that it is Eddie. His band Corroded Coffin had a Spotify page and, of course, Mikaela had it in her list.

After another handful of hours, the caravan makes it to the campgrounds that marked the almost halfway point, 7 hours from Hawkins.

They get the most secluded spot they can. There's just enough room for two tents and the vehicles, maybe a campfire if they squeeze the tents up against each other at one end of the lot.

"Did anyone see that food truck thing in the park across the way?" Nancy asks, stretching her back after the long ride, "Something there smelled so fucking good."

"Yesss!" Argyle points at her, "We should get food! And chill here and tell each other our deepest secrets like besties!"

Everyone just stares at him for a minute before Eddie speaks up, "Yo Byers, your friend scares me... But he has a good point, get in the van, we're getting food."

Before they go Eddie pulls Mika aside.

"Can I get a little something to remember you by?" He asks, hands firmly around her waist.

"Eds, you're not going off to war," she giggles against his lips when he presses kiss after kiss on hers, "The park's less than a mile away!"

"I know," he groans, hands traveling down towards her ass, "But it'd been a whole 40 minutes since the last time I kissed you! I was growing so weak."

He fake faints, collapsing against her and she struggles to hold him up.

"Poor Eddie's kissometer is still running-" he let's a little more of his weight on her, "Oh so dangerously low."

"Oh come're you big goof," she cups his face and plants a firm kiss on his waiting lips.

She feels his arms loop under her ass before he lifts her up and presses her against the side of the van.

"Fuck princess, don't stop," he whines and she tugs on his bottom lip with her teeth.

"Hey guys," Johnathon awkwardly clears his throat and they freeze, "Are we still getting food, or are you guys... ahem... too busy?"

He can't even look at them and his face is red.

"Duty calls," He pecks her lips again, "Keep those lips warm for me 'kay?"

He and Johnathan get everyone's order and take off to feed the masses.

A while later Steve and Nancy nearly have the tents up.

"Hey does anyone have like, any matches?" Robin asks, the fire pit ready to start burning.

"Yeah, just lemme-" Mika goes to grab her wallet, where she always keeps a small matchbook, from her back pocket but it's not there. It was there when they pulled into the campground, where did it- "God damnit Munson! Uh...."

Thankfully she'd thought to grab her messenger bag from the van before the boys left. She digs around in it until she feels the cool metal of her zippo brush against her fingers, "Gotcha!"

She tosses it to Robin who momentarily fumbles it, "Whoah, cool lighter!"

"Thanks, Eddie got it for me, it's one of my favorites."

"How many lighters do you have?" She asks as she lights the kindling.

"Uh... twenty..... three? I think."

"Yeah, that tracks," Nancy chuckles.

"Huh?"

"No, it's just that most people collect like... stamps or porcelain dolls," she explains, "I think it's pretty on brand for you to collect lighters."

"I collect porcelain dolls," Mika argues.

"Oh, really?" Nancy's eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

"Yeah," she shrugs, "I've got like 8 clowns... and now that I hear myself, I see what you mean."

"Hey, tall stuff!" Mika calls to Argyle, grabbing a staple gun from her bag and a white sheet she'd brought, "Help me out here."

"Yeah sure, what're we doin'?" He joins her by a few trees.

"I need you to lift me up so I can hang this up, I brought my projector and we need a screen," She explains.

"Shit, we're doin' movie night? Absolutely, just let me- Here we go!" He bends down and wraps his arms around her thighs, lifting her a good distance up.

"Hey!" Just as she's about to staple the first corner to a tree, when tires scrape against gravel and someone yells, making Argyle turn.

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Dude!" The van recklessly backs into the spot.

"Those-" Eddie nearly falls on his face as he jumps out of the still running van, "Those are my thighs! Hands off!"

Before either of them can say anything, he grabs around her knees and pulls her close. His grip loosens just enough for her to slide down to eye level, but her shirt catches on his arm and rides up.

"Hey man, no harm meant," Argyle raises his hands in surrender before wandering over to help Johnathan with the copious amount of food.

Eddie glares at him as he passes, holding Mika tighter.

"You're cute when you're possessive," She comments and he gasps.

"I am not possessive!" Still holding her off the ground, he pouts, "I'm just not used to sharing!"

"I dunno, sounds pretty possessive to me man," Steve says, earing a huff from Eddie.

"'m not possessive."

"Whatever you say Munson," She smiles, lightly kissing his nose, "Now give me my wallet back and help me staple this sheet to a tree."

He sets her down, giving her a sheepish smile as he hands her wallet over, "Sorry."

"You're lucky you're cute."

"Yeah," he turns her around, arms wrapping around her thighs, and he lifts her back up.

She staples one corner, "Okay, now move over... Eddie?"

He's too busy nuzzling his face into the side of her ass to hear her.

"Edgar Munson!" She giggles, tugging on part of his hair.

"What?! I'm a little busy here!"

"Well, be a little busy over there," she points to the other tree.

He let's out an exaggerated groan, "So fuckin needy."

"So what did you bring to watch?" Steve asks through a mouthful of food.

"I have a bunch of movies on my laptop," Mika tells him, stapling the second corner of the sheet, "I was thinking the Poltergeist trilogy."

She feels Eddie's arms tighten around her, "Or Labyrinth. I guess it depends on what people want to watch."

Much to Eddie's dismay, as the group settles around the fire with their food and Mika sets up the projector, they decide on the horror genre. They had (nearly) all agreed that Poltergeist sounded like the perfect series to watch.

Mika almost felt bad for suggesting it when she sat down in the back of the van with Eddie and he looked like he wanted to die.

"Oh come on," She whispers teasingly, trying to lighten the mood, "This movie's ancient, you don't actually think it's scary."

He lets out a little noise, almost a whimper before clearing his throat, "Yeah, no. Of course not."

He wraps his arm around her shoulders and pulls her against him, but his fingers tap nervously against her arm.

Her phone rings about 10 minutes into the film. Eddie whines when she pulls away to check it, "It's Kota, I'll be right back."

She kisses his cheek and walks around to the other side of the cars.

"Hey Gramps."

"Hey, I just wanted to make sure you kids got to the campsite safe."

"Yeah, we're all settled. We just started a movie."

"Whatcha watchin?"

"Poltergeist.

"Oh yeah? How's the metalhead doing with that?"

"He's uh... okay?" She doesn't even try to sound convincing.

"He'll live," he chuckles, "Oh, before I forget! I dropped off a little surprise at the house this morning. There's something for you in the living room, and something for everyone in the fridge, you're all 21, right?"

"Tsch- No!" She laughs. Knowing he's fully aware of that fact.

"Ohhh, that's right, you're the oldest, aren't you? Well, just don't talk to any cops."

"Sounds like a plan-"

"Jesus Fucking Christ!"

"Uh, I gotta go..."

"Ok, just don't forget to check in tomorrow so I know you're alright. Love you songbird."

"Love you too Kota."

She shoves her phone into her back pocket and goes back to find Eddie pressed against the wall, one leg hugged to his chest. His other foot is shaking anxiously just above the ground as he tries to stare through the makeshift screen.

"Hey," her voice is soft as she carefully reaches to touch his shoulder.

"Fuck!" He jumps, pressing himself closer to the wall.

"You okay back there man?" Argyle calls over from the other side of the campsite, "You seem a little jumpy."

Every one turns around and his eyes go wide.

"Y-yeah I just... uh-"

"I popped up and scared him," Mika cuts in with an apologetic smile, "Sorry guys."

Satisfied with their explanation, the group turns back to the movie.

Mika grabs a blanket and wraps herself in it. She leans against the opposite wall, looking at Eddie worriedly.

"Hey," her voice is even quieter as she nudges him with her toe.

He's biting at his fingernails when he looks over at her with the biggest, saddest, brown eyes she's ever seen. So she opens up her arms for him.

He hesitates for a moment, glancing back at the rest of the group, god forbid he look mushy in front of the gang, but in the end he dives into her waiting arms.

The warmth of the blankets wraps around him, blocking the sound of the movie and allowing him to breathe again. He sighs when he feels her press her face into his hair.

"Sorry," She mutters causing her to look up at her in confusion, "I... I shouldn't have suggested horror, I know you don't like it."

"Hey-"

"So much for starting on a high note-"

"Mika," he chuckles, sitting up enough to grab her chin, "There's no reason to get all worked up, Songbird."

Those sad eyes are gonna be the death of him. He leans up to meet her pouty lips, melting against her.

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#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x oc #Forged in Hellfire #Prisma self ships #prisma writes #self shipping #eddie munson fanfic #And you are my Sunflower #🌻

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nyxerebus · 3 years

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Unlikely Companions (Daryl Dixon x Female reader/ PLATONIC! Carl x Reader)

Summary: Carl was running for his life, being chased by walkers after he went on his own looking for Sophia. When he is corned by the walker a stranger woman saves him. She is looking for her Fiancee for the old world, but offers her help returning him to the farm. They bond over the days in the woods and she learns she might have another reason to find the farm.

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“Carl?” Lori shouted across the farm. She hadn’t seen the boy all day and was starting to get nervous. “Have you seen Carl?” Maggie shook her head. “Not since breakfast” She answered in her southern accent. “Maybe he is with Rick? Or Shane?” Lori just nodded, but didn’t feel any safer. Where was her son?

Carl was running for his life. The two walkers were closing inn. He knew better than to shout and call for help, knowing it would probably attract even more walkers, but right now he didn’t care. “MOM!” He quickened his pace. “DAD!” Two walkers turned into four as two more appeared at his side. Tears was now streaming down his face as he was sure he was going to die here. He looked back again, ready to face death. But the walkers didn’t close inn on him. Instead arrow after arrow filled the air and all the walkers dropped. When Carl turned back around, fully expecting to see Daryl standing there, was surprised to see a stranger. “Are you okay?” The stranger asked him. Carl looked up at the woman. He was inn shock and didn’t know what to say. “You got a group? A family” She continued to ask him. When she tried to approach him, he backed up. “Hey, you don’t need to worry, I won’t do you any harm. Look” She dropped her cross bow and unleased her knife from her holster. When both fell to the ground, she could see him relaxing more. “Can I ask your name?”

“Carl, Carl Grimes”

“Well, Carl Grimes. I’m (Y/N) (L/N). I’m looking for my fiancée. But I can help you return back to you family. Someone as young as you shouldn’t be out here alone”.

Carl was still unsure about her. Remembering her mother’s speech about stranger danger. But those were the rules of the old world. Here in the new world they should accept help form anyone who invites it, right? After thinking it through, he nodded. “Okay, okay. This is a good start. How far away is your camp?” Carl looked down, a bit embarrassed. “I don’t know”

“Do you know the directions?” He shook his head. “Well shit, looks like were in quiet a pickle huh?” She smiled at him, trying to ease him. “I don’t know this area, never been here before. So, I say we head in one direction and hope for the best. What do you think?” He nodded. “Great! Lets go then!”

And so they started to wander. (Y/N) in front, with Carl a meter behind. “Sooo, do you have a favourite movie or something?” He just stared at her. “What! Come on, were going to be stuck with each other for a while, might as well get to know each other”. After a minute of silence, he spoke. “Iron Man”

“That’s a good movie! Mine is probably that or Pride and Prejudice”. Carl scrunched up his nose almost in disgust. “But that’s so girly! All they do is talk about their feelings and kiss!” She looked back at him, offended by his remarks. “And!? It’s a great love story that is still relevant to this day” She played up her offence more hoping it would make him laugh. It did. “Its still so girly” He said between giggles. “Never mind, were is the nearest walker. I’m feeding you to it” (Y/N)’s giggling was now a full on laughter. “Nooo!” Carl was laughing too. (Y/N) was relieved he was laughing, afraid the incident had traumatized him badly.

Back at the farm, panic was settling inn as no one knew were Carl was. “Who was the last to see him?” Rick asked the group. “I saw him after breakfast” Andrea spoke up, she and Carol was comforting Lori, who was having a full blown break down. “He probably went out looking for Sophia alone” All looked to Shane. “I’m mean why else would he suddenly leave”.

“I think your right, but he is still healing from the gun wound, he wouldn’t get far. And if a walker got him, he wouldn’t have much fight in him”.

“My baby!” Lori cried out in agony. “We need to send out search groups, he couldn’t have gone far”. Everyone agreed with Rick. “And with some luck we might find Sophia as well” Daryl nodded at Carol. She smiled back.

The sun had set and the night was creeping closer. (Y/N) had set up an alert system around the small camp they built for the night. Barb wire around them with empty cans tied up. They would rattle if a walker came close and waking them up. It was how (Y/N) had been sleeping every night.

“Go to sleep, I’ll look out for walkers” (Y/N) said leaned back against a tree. She had laid down her sleeping bag that he could use. “I wont fall asleep” Carl complained. “Try”.

“Can you tell me a story” She looked at him weird. “Aren’t you a bit old for fairy tales?”

“Not fairy tales, stories about your life, from before this?” She still looked at him weirdly. “My mom used to tell me stories from her collage days so I could fall asleep when I was younger. Can you please?” When he looked at her with those poppy eyes, (even though it was hard to see with only their small campfire as a light source), who could say no?

“Okay kid, one story than you go to sleep. Deal?” He nodded “What do you want to know?”

“You are engaged right, how was the proposal?” She giggled at the memory but started to tell about the best day of her life:

“Daryl! What are we doing here?” She was a bit frustrated as the redneck pulled her along the streets. It was midday and pretty damn hot. She pulled down her dress skirt as the wind picked up. “Have some patience’ damn woman” She giggled at his bruteness. One of the things she loved about the man, one of many. When they stopped in front of a new bookshop, he could see the hearts in her eyes. “I dint know they opened a new bookshop here!” She exclaimed. “Saw it last night and thought you might like it” Lies. He had known they were opening here for the past month, doing everything in his power to make sure you dint know. They actually had opening night a week ago.

Now it was her turn to drag him along. It surprised her to see the shop empty, seeing as the streets were pretty full. But she didn’t think much of it. Running between shelves after shelves, the one book in hand turning into two, than four and now finally six books. But when she turned around, all the books fell too the floor. Because there before her was her lovely boyfriend, down on one knee with a ring between his fingers. “Oh my god” She whispered into the silent shop. As if on cue, the speakers played her favourite song.

“(Y/N) (L/N), you are the love of my life. And I just want to be your man’ for the rest of your life. And, shit you know I aint’ good with my emotions, but when I’m with ya’ it seems so easy. Shit, I’m messing it all up” He was stumbling over his own words, clearly forgetting a pre-rehearsed speech. “no, please continue” tears were forming in her eyes. “I love ya’ (Y/N), my Sunshine. You book crazy mad woman. I love everything about ya’. So, will ya’ marry me?” He was ready for a rejection, ready to see her walk out of his life forever. But she didn’t.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, a million times yes” Tears were streaming down her face. He stood up and kissed her. His arm wrapping around her waist, bending her down a bit so he could kiss her more passionately. Like in the movies. They only broke off so he could slip the ring on her finger, it fit her perfectly.

“Did he rent out the bookshop?” Carl asked, clearly very invested. “Yeah, cost him way too much, but he didn’t care. That idiot was never good with money” She giggled at the memories. “What about after, what did you guys do?”

“Nah nah nah, the deal was one story than you go to sleep. I can tell you more tomorrow”. Carl huffed in annoyance but turned around in the sleeping bag. “Good night”

“Good night Carl”.

“Rick, it’s been a whole night! Where is he?” Lori was completely lost; she hadn’t slept all night. To worried about where her son was. “What if his trapped, oh god! What if those walkers got him?”

“We can’t think like that! He is fine. He has to be” Rick did everything he could to try and look confident and comfort his wife, but the worry was eating him up as well. The same thoughts were running through his head as well. Those terrible images of his baby boy being ripped apart by the walkers.

“Okay, open your mouth” Carl did as instruct and tried to catch the berry she threw into his mouth. She missed, but only with an inch! “You suck!” Carl teased her. “Hey! I’m not the one with a tiny mouth!” She teased back. “Alright, lets start walking big man”. He nodded and helped her clean up the camp. “Can I ask a question?” The boy asked as they continued to walk. “Sure”

“What happened between you and your fiancée? Why aren’t you together now?”

She took a deep breath. “When the outbreak happened, we weren’t together. He was off god know where with his brother, probably bailing him out or something-” Carl looked at her questioning, “That’s another story. But yeah, we weren’t together. I was at campus and that turned into a mess, I lots a lot of friends there. Mass panic and everybody evacuated. I and a couple of other students bunkered up a dorm room. Living of the instant noodles and beer we found. That lasted maybe 4 days. So, we left and split off, I wanted to go into the woods, where he would be and the rest wanted to go to back to Atlanta. And since than I have been looking for him. Living in the woods like a mad man.” Tears started to form in her eyes when she relived the horrible times at the campus.

“Sorry I asked”. He looked down. “Its alright” She smiled at him. “What were you studying?”

“Heh, literature. Not much help in the apocalypse, I guess”.

“Than how did you learn to use the bow and hunt?”

“He taught me” She smiled at the memory, and thanked him desperately for teaching her:

“Why do I need to learn this? I live in the city, I will never hunt or live in the woods!” Daryl just scuffed at her and placed the bow he bought in her hands. He had brought her out to the woods after her classes to teach her hunting. “ya’ need to be able to fend for yourself and feed yourself” She just looked him with a raise brow, but eventually gave in. “Fine, fine. Teach me”. A smirk played out on his face, happy with his little victory. Truth be told, he needed to know that you could fend for yourself and be independent, in and out of the city. It eased him at night, in a weird way. “Why cant I learn the crossbow like you?”

“First bow, than crossbow. Alright Sunshine’”

Shoooo! The arrow flew through the air and hit the squirl in the head. “Score!” (Y/N) exclaimed. She fastened the squirrel two her belt, joining the five others she had shot. “We eating good tonight!” Carl looked at the squirrels with a lot of scepticisms. “What? Don’t tell me you’re a picky eater”

“No, it just looks so weird like that” They bickered back and front while they walked in the direction, they thought the farm was inn. They had changed their direction a couple of times, hoping to get closer and see sign of life.

They had spent the entire day walking, and as the night came closer they found a spot to camp up. Carl set up the wires while (Y/N) started a fire to cook the squirrels. While they ate, Carl told her about his family and the people they were in the camp with. “What the hell! You got shot?!”

“Yeah!” Carl had a proud grin on his face, finally having something that made him look cool. “Shit, man your tougher than me if you can bounce back like that”. He laughed and continued to brag about the experience. It was a nice conversation. He talked a bunch about his family, mostly about his dad. Clearly his hero. But than he mentioned a familiar name.

“Wait! Daryl? Daryl with a crossbow?” Carl just nodded. “Does he have a west with angel wings? Brother named Merle?” When Carl nodded again. Tears started to from in her eyes. She was going to be reunited with Daryl, her Daryl. He was alive. That night when Carl finally fell asleep, her mind wandered to all the amazing memories with the man.

It was cold in the room. The window was wide open and letting the moonshine lighting up the small bedroom. (Y/N) and Daryl was huddled together for warmth on the bed. It had been an long night. From a failed date after the place Daryl wanted to take her to was closed, she got catcalled which ended up with her having to drag Daryl of the stranger. And when they got home, he showed her his scars. She was the first romantic partner he had ever shown. The night ended with their naked, sweaty bodies pressed together, while both worked to please the other. It was their first night together, her first night with anyone. When they lied down together basking in the aftermath of their climax, it was one of the happiest times in her life. He wrapped his arms around her and puller her on top of him. Her head resting on his chest, with his arms wrapped around her, caressing her back with one hand, the other squeezing her thigh. “I love ya Sunshine”.

“(Y/N)!”

“(Y/N)! Wake up!” Carl shook her awake. “What’s happening” She immediately reached for her bow and charged it ahead of her, ready to attack any enemy that threatened them. “I can see the farm!” The night had made it harder to see a head of them, but now that the sun was lighting up the world, they could see the farm a head of them. (Y/N) realised her bow and the breath she was holding. They packed up the camp at record time, both wanting to reach the farm as quickly as possible. The walk over to the farm was quiet. When they reached the outcast of the woods, a voice stopped them from going any further.

“Well, well, well, look at that. Do you guys see this fine piece of ass” A man walked out from behind a tree with a gun raised at them both. Three other guys came out, all with their weapons raised. “Sure do boss. Haven’t seen a woman this fine in what feels like ages. I’m just aching to be inside of her”.

(Y/N) placed herself protectively in front of Carl. “What do you guys want? Our food, weapons? You can have that, just leave us alone” Her voice trembled a little afraid of what they will do to them. “Oh, we don’t need your left overs or those teeth pickers you call knifes, no baby. We want something different” He grabbed his crotch when he said the last part. “Carl, run”.

“What? I cant leave-” “Carl! Run!” One of the guys tackled her down. Holding her down on the ground. “Get the kid” The boss said to the guy closest to Carl. “RUN!” She shouted before her mouth was covered. Carl finally ran away, when the guy ordered to catch him started to run after him.

When he made it out of the forest and ran across the fields to the farm, he started to shout out for help. “MOM! DAD!”.

“Do you guys hear that?” Glenn asked the group as they sat around planning the move for the day. “That’s Carl” Lori ran towards the field and saw her son running across it being chased by a stranger.

“Carl!” All the guys saw it too and started to run to Carl. The guy chasing him, saw the men running towards him and turned around to warn the others. “Carl!” Rick finally got to hug his son after being missing for 3 days. But the hug was cut short when Carl pushed free. “We need to head back, (Y/N), the girl that helped me is back there and the guys are attacking her!” He pulled his fathers hand and started to move back to the woods, but Daryl stopped him.

“(Y/N), as in (Y/N) (L/N)?” When Carl nodded Daryl took off and ran towards the forest. The others followed, but this time Carl was pushed back behind them. When they got closer they could hear her voice yelling for them to get off. They reached the area Daryl did not hesitate to shoot the guys around her, holding her down while the main guy was cutting up her clothes. When she got her hands free, she leaped on the last guy and grabbed her knife they had forgotten to remove from her belt. When he was pushed to the ground she didn’t hesitate to stab him in the chest. She didn’t stop after one, two three or four. Blood splashed on her face and torned shirt. Her hands were covered in blood.

Rick took a step forward, but stepped on a twig that snaped in two. She leaped up and raised the knife up, ready to protect herself against another attacker. But when she saw Daryl standing there, she dropped the knife. Sobs wracked through her body and she took a stumbling step forward. Daryl closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her waist. He didn’t care that she was covered in blood, just happy that she was safe. She was alive.

Her knees buckled and she fell down, taking him with her. They were both on their knees holding each other and crying into each other’s necks. Right now, nobody else mattered. Not Rick, Glenn or Shane who was staring at the scene in front of them. Not the bodies of her attackers lying around them. No one. Only them as they held each other for the first time. It seemed as Carl had led her back to her family just as much as she had helped him back to his.

A/N: Part 2 is out! You can read it here : Part 2

Please ignore any spelling mistakes as English is not my first language :)

#the walking dead daryl #daryl x y/n #daryl x you #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixon #daryl x reader #the walking dead #twd #carl grimes

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xoxo-teddybear · 3 years

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Besties - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader ft. Kirishima

Warnings: Fluff, Crack, Good Times, BESTIE VIBES ONLY

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Summary: Being Bakugou’s girlfriend, you had to get used to his jealousy. Even though you got used to it, you still chose to not deal with it and so you became close friends with the one guy he could trust. Eijirou Kirishima. Here’s how it worked out.

A/N: For the sake of the fic, Jirou and Kaminari are dating

So we all know how Bakugou and Kirishima’s friendship works but I headcanon Y/N (or this story’s version of Y/N) and Kirishima to have a friendship very VERY similar to André Harris and Tori Vega from the show, Victorious. Bakugou liked the fact that his best friend and girlfriend got along so well ESPECIALLY since he wouldn’t have to worry about other guys that Y/N would become friends with. He could trust Eijirou to stay just friends with Y/N and the friendship became ridiculously hilarious.

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[Y /N] *Ripped Kirishima’s Red Riot poster* Oh Shit! *Runs to common rooms and hides in the crowd, casually talking to other friends*

[Kirishima] *Walks in* You!

[Y/N] *high pitch scream* Katsuki!

[Kirishima and Y/N] *Arguing*

[Katsuki] *Runs in* Woah, woah, woah! What the fuck is happening?!

[Kirishima] Can I talk to Y/N for a sec bro?!

[Y/N] I don’t have to talk to you about anything!

[Kirishima] Oh I think you do! *Picks Y/N up over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes*

[Y/N] Let me go! *swinging arms and legs around*

[Kirishima] Don’t make a scene, Don’t make a scene

[Y/N] Suki! Help me!

[Katsuki] *Laughing his ass off*

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[Y/N] *Walking up towards Katsuki and Kirishima moving shoulders and smiling* Heyyyy~

[Katsuki] *Pulling in Y/N with one arm and pecking her temple* Hey babe

[Kirishima] What’s the big news?

[Y/N] How’d you know I had big news?

[Kirishima] ‘Cuz whenever you got big news, this is how you approach someone. *Backs up a little and re-enacts Y/N’s walk* “Heyyyy~”

[Y/N] I don’t do that when I have big news

[Katsuki] Do you have big news?

[Y/N] .....yes

[Katsuki and Kirishima] *Laughs*

[Sero] Yo Bakugou! We got extra training with Aizawa! Let’s go!

[Katsuki] Okay! Later Shitty Hair, See ya babe *pecks your lips and runs off*

[Kirishima] So what’s the big news?

[Y/N] *explains*

[Kirishima] Oh my chiz!

[Y/N] I know right! Ouu let’s go tell those guys over there! *points towards group of kids and begins to walk*

[Kirishima] Wait wait wait *pulls Y/N back* We gotta do this the right way *smiles*

[Y/N] *Smiles and Nods head*

[Kirishima and Y/N] *Walks up to group moving shoulders and smiling* Heyyyy~

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[Kirishima and Y/N] *Chilling at the Kitchen Island*

[Kirishima] *frustrated with something*

[Y/N] Hey...Hey look at me

[Kirishima] Noooooo

[Y/N] Look at me

[Kirishima] *Sighs* What is it cuz I’m not in the greatest moo- *looks up at Y/N*

[Y/N] *Shoots Kirishima with Nerf Gun as he’s talking and hits him right in the middle of his forehead for the 6th time in a row* WooHooo!! Oh yeaaahhh six fa sixxxxx *does a little dance in her chair*

[Katsuki] *laying on the common room couch* BABBYYYYYYYYY

[Y/N] *Walks to Bakugou* You finally awake babe? What do you need?

[Katsuki] Can you get me some water? *baby pouts at her*

[Y/N] Heh, sure. *gets water and gives it to Katsuki*

[Katsuki] *Drinks water and goes to sleep again*

[Y/N] *Walks back to seat infront of Kirishima and gets hit with Nerf Bullet*

[Kirishima] WOMP! *puts two fist in the air in victory and then does a little dance*

[Y/N] *Softly laughs*

[Kirishima] Like that?

[Y/N] *Laughs and claps hands softly* Moreee

[Kirishima] *Laughs and stops dancing*

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[Kirishima] *Busts into Common Rooms during Y/N and Bakugou’s movie night* GUYS I NEED HELP!

[Katsuki] *Pauses movie* Aren’t you supposed to be at Kiyoko’s Birthday Party?

[Kirishima] Yes! I’m supposed to be at her birthday party! I’m supposed to be her date for that party! And I’m supposed to like her! But I don’t like that spoiled girl at all! Not even a little *picks up pillow and hits the couch with it at every upcoming word* And I *hit* don’t know what *hit* to do! *hit*

[Y/N] *Offers out bowl* .....Want some Mashed Potatoes?

[Kirishima] No I don’t want any- .....Gimme da bowl *takes bowl and walks to other side*

[Y/N] Okay, why are you with this girl if you don’t even like her?!

[Kirishima] Because of her daddy *eats*

[Katsuki] Who’s her daddy?

[Kirishima] *Speaks with stuffed mouth* Hawks

[Katsuki and Y/N] What?!?!! Hawks?!?

[Kirishima] Mhm!

[Y/N] Oh my god, he’s the number 2 hero!

[Kirishima] I know that! You don’t think I know that? If that man likes me and thinks I’m good enough he could hook me up with a spot in his agency as an intern. Why else do you think I’m dating his grumped up, crazy faced daughter?!

[Y/N] *stares in shock* that is terrible!

[Kirishima] I know! That’s why I’m upset! *takes spoonful bite of mashed potatoes* ‘Cuz I know, what I’m doing is wrong! 😭 .....are these potatoes hand mashed?

[Y/N] Yeah, why?

[Kirishima] They’re lumpy

[Y/N] *stares in offense*

[Kirishima] If you gon hand mash em, you gotta get up in there! Get out them lumps! *sadly uses fork to mash up potatoes even more*

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[Kirishima] *Banging on Y/N’s dorm room door at 4 in the morning*

[Y/N] *Tiredly getting out of Bakugou’s arms and opening the door* Kiri?

[Kirishima] Did you get my texts?!

[Y/N] Yes, why do you think I’m standing here at 4 in the morning?

[Kirishima] I’m tripping out Y/N! I’m tripping out!!😭

[Y/N] *sighs* Alright, just come in

[Katsuki] *Wakes up* Ugh shitty hair, whats your deal?

[Kirishima] *frantically walks through the door* Go make coco!

[Y/N] I’m not making coco! *shuts door*

[Kirishima] ARGHHH-OWWW *rubs his temples as he flops onto Y/N’s bed at Katsuki’s feet*

[Katsuki] Geez man *tiredly rubs face*

[Y/N] What is wrong with you?

[Kirishima] *hesitates* I-...I think I’m in love with Jirou

[Katsuki and Y/N] *Eyes go wide and jaws drop*

[Y/N] *slowly shaking head up and down*...I’ll go make the coco... *stares as Kirishima in shock as she backs up to the door slowly*

[Kirishima] *Mouthing “I don’t know” with distressed look and shrugged shoulders*

[Y/N] *slowly but quickly leaves dorm room*

*Timeskip - Bakugou, Y/N, and Kirishima are all sitting on Y/N’s bed with their backs against the wall holding cups of coco*

[Y/N] You think you’re in love?....With Jirou?

[Kirishima] ....I think so..

[Katsuki] Okay, what happened tonight?

[Kirishima] I don’t know..we were just in gym gamma, working together, all night, and then we took a break and she played music and started singing and I sang with her. Then she showed me a song she’s been working on and I offered to help and then she started singing again and she just looked so...pretty and sweet

[Y/N] Okay but dude, you can’t love Jirou!

[Kirishima] You think I don’t know that?! Kaminari is one of my best friends and I would never try and move in on a friend’s girl. Uh-Uh, I don’t play that way.

[Katsuki] Good! So just..forget about this-

[Kirishima] I CANT! ARGH-OW *distressfully rubs temples*

[Y/N] Well why can’t you?

[Kirishima] Alright, you see. Ever since I was little I could never hold my emotions in. I could never keep my feelings inside, even if I want to, I just can’t. I always had to be honest with myself and let it out. Or else I get wonky in the head! *Rubs temples*

[Y/N] Okay-

[Kirishima] I- *broken sobs*

[Y/N] Okay-

[Kirishima] Argh- *broken sobs*

[Y/N] *Rubbing Kiri’s shoulder* Shhh-

[Kirishima] I don’t even- *broken sobs and shaking head*

[Y/N] Shhh. Listen. I don’t think you’re in love with Jirou.

[Kirishima] You don’t?

[Y/N] No. You guys were just there..together..alone, late. And you were tired.

[Kirishima] Yeah..tired, we were tired. That’s true.

[Y/N] And you guys were listening to music and singing songs..and so you felt emotional.

[Kirishima] Yeah! I did!

[Y/N] But by tomorrow, you’ll be fine again!

[Kirishima] Yeah! I bet I will!

[Katsuki, Y/N, and Kirishima] *Slowly raises coco cups to their mouths to take a sip simultaneously*

[Kirishima] This coco is good!

[Y/N] *Nodding her head* It’s from Belgium.

[Kirishima] Must be why

[Y/N] *Nodding her head* Mhm

[Katsuki, Y/N, and Kirishima] *All simultaneously taking another sip*

[Katsuki] .....Shitty hair..

[Kirishima] ...Yeah bro?

[Katsuki] ....Get out so I can cuddle my girlfriend and go to sleep

[Kirishima] .....Okay bro

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raymondebidochonlifechoices · 3 years

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To summarise:

Dr Curdle Jr, the most overworked coroner in the history of coroners, rents out his cooler for extra money. Recently unemployed Betty Cooper splurges on a cadaver locker.

Wonky Timeline Alert #1: Archie is pulling 12-hour shifts in the mines. While still being head of RHS’s ROTC. And coaching football. At least there haven’t been any fires since he reinstated the fire department.

KevKev, who remembers what a real cult (kidney donations and all) is like, becomes suspicious when Cheryl tells him that their deity is not hot stud Jason, captain of the water polo team, but Mother Nature. Kevin, who is gay, quits.

Chad goes to his father-in-law to complain that Veronica agreed to give him alimony and leave him all of her assets. Hiram is impressed by Chad’s puce suit jacket and decides to help him by giving him a gun. If he can’t have Archie, nobody will!

Tabitha, who has probably seen at least one of Bughead’s high school sex tapes, wants to help them make some more. She knows that investigating is what gets Jughead and Betty going, so she enlists their help to help find Squeaky. Bughead make eye contact. Yowza!

Chad attempts to shoot Archie. Much like with his attempt to off Veronica with that helicopter crash, he fails.

I thought Jughead was on administrative leave but, according to this episode, he was fired. Another wrench in Archie’s plans to save The Town Formerly Known As Riverdale … Tarnation!

Jughead proposes to track his underaged ex-student on social media and have him travel all the way back to Riverdale in order to chat about his traumatic experience. This, he says, is totally appropriate, since he’s not his teacher anymore … Oh Riverdale! (affectionate)

He also learns that Betty’s last suspect swallowed his own tongue because he thought she would dismember him and is immediately turned on. Bughead have to visit the morgue to cool down.

Alice has a break down on tv and tells the serial killer to stop killing. The serial killer does not listen to her. Instead, they go and steal evidence from the morgue. It’s a hard knock life for Dr Curdle Jr.

The milkshake sign at Pop’s clearly reads: Chocolate, Vanilla, Strawberry and Blueberry. And yet, Lerman’s shakes are … green. Help me understand, Riverdale.

Archie is mining (heh!) his own business, when Hiram detonates an explosion.

Wonky Timeline alert #2: Veronica had her Quinceañera when she was 14.

Plotline reboot #6532672: Veronica has been knocking heads with her father for the past 4 seasons not because she was against his criminal activities but as a means to seek his approval.

“Our dance of death is finally coming to an end” proclaims Veronica, after making a death threat, thus ensuring that the dance is, in fact, not coming to an end.

The Mothmen are a secret illegitimate clan of Blossoms that live in the woods. Nana Blossom has been replacing her husband’s illegitimate spawn by new, shiny, adopted children (Penelope). That’s big money for you.

Jughead, Betty, Tabitha, Toni and Fangs take the Mothmen down using a taser, a pocket knife, a gun, a shotgun and Jughead’s narrative skills. Oh, and the help of the one illegitimate Blossom accomplice who had previously freed their one male captive. Because: no homo.

Avatar Cheryl successfully bends all four elements to her will. She could have saved Riverdale. Instead, she saves Archie.

Archie Orpheus emerges from the mines carrying his Ericdice.

Chadwick, having already failed to kill Archie, attempts to kill Veronica. He gets shot instead. I don’t know what he expected. Smithers arrives just in time to mop up the mess.

Murder in Riverdale, it turns out, is a family affair. So far, the Blossom family -including but not limited to: legitimate blood relatives, adopted wives, illegitimate children of the woods, estranged blood relatives by the name of Hal Cooper, and young mentees (that’s Chick)- have been responsible for most of the murders that have been taking place in Riverdale since junior year. I am now mildly worried about Cheryl’s witchy ways.

Toffee is chasing butterflies at the Iguazú National Park in Argentina. She has texted Betty asking to officially change her name to Toffee Jones once Betty marries Jughead. She also asked for a certificate attesting that she bears no relation to the Blossoms.

One down. Two more opportunities to discover secret illegitimate clans in the woods.

#Riverdale season 5 #s5 recaps

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things-we-cant-say · 3 years

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pretty little liar

Pairing: Ten x Female!Reader

Summary: In order to get your annoying ex off your back, you tell a little white lie that takes an unexpected turn.

Genre: College!AU

Warnings: Smutty smut, dirty dancing

Word Count: 4,867

A/N: Unable to withstand Ten’s power any longer, I had to start writing about him…or a version of him anyway. Hope someone out there enjoys my first dip into the ~imagines~ pond. ☺️

The party was in full swing by the time you and your best friend Amy arrived, the music so loud it could be heard down the street. It was a wonder the cops hadn’t broken it up yet but hey, the night was still young. Ducking through the arched doorway with Amy hot on your heels, you let her guide you into the foyer where you both stopped to take in the scene. The place was packed with people dancing, drinking and laughing—everyone apparently having a great time. Which was perfect for you because all you wanted to do was blow off a little steam and pretend you hadn’t spent the day fantasizing about committing the perfect murder.

You enjoyed school for the most part and you enjoyed your classes, but really you couldn’t wait for it all to just be over. Two extra years and your master’s degree in linguistics was almost within your grasp. You still weren’t one hundred percent what you planned to do with it (teaching was definitely out) but either way you were ready to dive into the real world. To no longer be stressed out about exams and papers and boring ass professors that constantly seemed to have a stain on their tie.

And to get far, far away from your stupid ex, Adam.

“Uh oh you have murder face,” Amy said as she peeped around to look at you. “What’s wrong?”

You shrugged. “Just in my head I guess.”

Amy hummed. “I get it. That’s why we are here though! To get fucked up and do something we regret in the morning.”

You laughed. “Guess we’re Uber-ing home.”

She grinned and grabbed your wrist, pulling you over to a table loaded with different types of alcohol. The guy ‘tending bar’ as it were winked as you two approached. “What can I get you for?”

“Something with alcohol but where we can’t taste the alcohol!” Amy exclaimed happily. “Oh! And if you’ve got any little umbrellas I’d like one of those too.”

He did finger guns and proceeded to cook something up in two red cups, sticking in two pink umbrellas when he was done. You and Amy took your drinks and after a cursory sniff, took a sip. The tequila wasn’t as strong as with a single shot but you could still detect it just not enough to make you stop drinking. Unlike Amy you didn’t plan to get completely fucked up but you weren’t going to say no to a nice buzz.

Cups in hand you migrated onto the dance floor and fell in with everyone else, bopping to the beat and scream chatting over the loud music.

“I really needed this!” Amy yelled. “Statistics is kicking my cute little ass!”

“I know what you mean!” You shouted. “But hey! Soon we’ll be done and actual jobs will be kicking our cute little asses!”

Laughing, Amy bounced up and down, sending her blonde hair flying. “Is that why you’ve been so grumpy lately? Or is it…he who shall not be named?”

With a sigh you took a big sip of your strawberry margarita. “Yeah. He keeps fucking calling me and leaving me these stupid ass messages, apologizing and shit. I’ve blocked him but he just uses someone else’s phone.”

Amy’s eyes stretched wide. “That’s like stalker behavior! Or maybe he really is sorry for what he did.”

You snorted. “Sorry for having sex with his ex in the backseat of my car? As far as I am concerned he can take his ‘sorrys’ and shove them so far up his ass they come out his mouth as safaris!”

Amy choked a little on her drink, hitting you hard on the arm in admonishment after she stopped coughing. “I hate you! I could have died!”

Her words made you smirk. “But did you? No but for real, fuck Adam. Fuck Adam and anyone who even looks like Adam!”

“Woo!” Amy threw both hands up into the air, yelping as liquid sloshed down onto her head. “Oh shit! Drink emergency I’ll be right back!”

Before you could say anything, she turned and hurried back towards the drink table. Alone in the middle of a dancing crowd, you didn’t know whether you should slink over to a corner or just keep dancing. That last thing you wanted was some random dude trying to groove with you. Of course if you decided to hold up the wall nothing would stop some random dude from trying to hit on you either. At a bit of a loss you drained the rest of your drink and did a I don’t really know anyone two step, hoping Amy would return soon.

The tequila settled nice and warm in your stomach, making you feel more at ease. Most of the people at the party were from your school but not ones you associated with on like, a daily basis. Sure you recognized a few faces from the library or cafeteria but there was no one you’d had more than a surface conversation with.

And then your eyes landed on him. Ten.

Ten was a…different sort of person altogether. He was the kinda guy CW shows thought actually existed in college, except he was very real. And very much fucking gorgeous in that unattainable way CW shows also loved. However, that sort of did him a disservice because as far as you knew, he was just a decent guy who happened to be able to do some pretty awesome things.

For example, he was an amazing dancer. The kinda dancer that just freaking mesmerized you when he moved. Had you wondering how in the hell had he taught his body to do that shit? One minute he was in total sync with everyone else and the next he was performing his solo and blowing your mind. He’d done some show a few months ago with a friend and you’d nearly flipped out of your chair watching him work. The body rolls, the attitude, the way he’d just commanded the stage…whew. Was it possible to be a fan of someone who wasn’t famous?

Then there was his art; things he designed himself or drew from memory. Art class was essentially where you’d sorta came to be acquaintances with him. You weren’t exactly good at drawing but you liked it enough that you wanted to improve, plus it helped you de-stress after particularly hard days. Ten on the other hand excelled and just like with dancing, it was interesting to watch his process. He’d described himself as a sensory artist so he wasn’t always as concerned with the end product as the professor sometimes wanted him to be. From your eye though he’d yet to create anything that wasn’t remarkable. In fact, more than once you’d wanted to ask him to design a tattoo for you, but felt it would be kinda weird. He had no idea what you were into after all. So far your conversations with him had consisted of colors and that one time he’d asked to borrow one of your brushes.

You were pretty sure he’d sold something to an art gallery.

Anyway so Ten could dance and he could draw and he could sing and he was fluent in several languages; as far as you knew the only thing he was kind of shit at was cooking. But who hadn’t set a class kitchen on fire once or twice? Or three times…

If he were an asshole—well people would probably still crush on him—you’d count that as a major flaw and want to keep your distance. But the kicker was that he could do cool things and he was nice. Dorky even especially when it came to cute animals. Was always posting pictures of himself at the animal shelter playing with the kittens and the puppies, or just acting like an idiot with friends. Yet it was that confidence that made him seem untouchable, and also made him sexy as fuck. More than once you’d fantasized about biting his Adam’s apple.

Heh.

Shaking your head, you fanned lightly at your face with both hands. Maybe stepping outside for some fresh air would be a good idea.

“Y/N!” Amy nearly tripped over her pretty sandals in her hurry to get back to you. “Weewoo weewoo weewoo!”

“Um…”

She grabbed your shoulder. “It’s a police siren! We have a code red situation here, I repeat a code red! Adam just walked in!”

“What?” You blinked and immediately looked towards the doorway, brows narrowing when you saw she was right.

Standing there in a white t-shirt in his formerly handsome glory was your ex-boyfriend, Adam. Once upon a time you’d thought the world of him; thought he was the kinda guy you could probably marry someday. The kinda guy you’d introduced your family to. Turns out he was the kind of guy that hooked up with his ex in your car repeatedly until finally being caught in the act. Sure it had been gratifying to make him and her walk home half naked but it had done nothing to quell the pain left behind. Thankfully though your pain quickly turned to anger and now you usually focused on not murdering him when he popped up. There was a lot you could forgive but cheating was firmly in the do not cross zone. Everything you’d felt for him evaporated the moment you saw him with her.

And he’d promised he was over her. Lying piece of shit, you thought to yourself.

“What the hell is he doing here?! Does he even know anyone here?” you asked with a frown.

“I dunno!” your friend said slowly. “It’s possible, big campus and all. Do you want me to help you climb out of the bathroom window?”

“Yeah my boobs aren’t fitting through one of those skinny ass windows,” you replied wryly. “Though to be honest I’m almost willing to risk it. C’mon let’s—”

It was too late. Adam spotted you like an arrow searching for its target, eyes registering shock and then elation. He reached you in three quick strides, opening his arms for a hug that he was damned crazy to expect. “Y/N. Wow you—you look amazing. I’m so glad we ran into each other.”

You huffed. “I’m not. I told you we’re over Adam. Or does me blocking your calls not get the message across?”

He exhaled deeply. “Look I know I messed up but I’m sorry. Classes were just really tough and—and Lucy and I would reminisce about old times…”

“Do I look like I give a shit? You cheated on me and we’re over.” The lie came so easily. “Besides, I’ve moved on.”

“Yeah!” Amy poked him in the chest. “She’s moved on so suck it!”

Adam arched a brow. “You’ve moved on?” He sounded skeptical and that made your blood boil. “Since when? And with who?”

You’d once heard that Hippocrates came up with the saying drastic times call for drastic measures though it wasn’t something you’d be willing to bet money on. However, standing there with your ex eying you like he just knew you were lying brought a whole new meaning to the idiom. You would one hundred percent be damned before giving him the satisfaction of gloating.

Tequila’s kicking in…

Without missing a beat, you put a hand on your hip and motioned to Ten. “Him. I’m seeing him.”

Amy made a sound like a cat having its tail stepped on while Adam gaped at you. “What? I—no. No way. You’re totally lying. I’ve seen the people he’s dated and you’re not his type at all.”

This bitch.

Twirling on your black heels, you strolled across the room to where Ten sat in an arm chair, chatting with a few of his friends. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you straddled his lap and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I know this is awkward as fuck—I’m so sorry—but if you just play along I will owe you big time. I’ll give you anything. You need a kidney? You can have a kidney.”

Ten’s friends had gone mute and as you sat back to gauge his reaction—or to possibly be thrown off of him—you bit your full bottom lip. His dark eyes were watching you calculatingly, his own lips pursed together like you were a riddle he needed to solve. Up close he was utterly breathtaking, all smooth skin and silky black hair that fell artfully across his forehead. He smelled incredible.

And then he spoke.

“There you are baby,” he said wrapping an arm around your waist. “I’ve been looking for you.”

That was when you figured you owed him your first born but it was fine. “Well, you found me. Sorry to keep you waiting.”

He chuckled. “You’re worth waiting for.”

His friends still looked confused though they didn’t have time to voice their opinions. Adam stalked over seconds later like a man on a mission. “So it’s true? You and Y/N are together?”

Ten tilted his head to the side and you saw the moment the lightbulb went off for him. “Yeah we’re together.”

Adam huffed. “Since when? For how long? Where did you two meet?”

Ten smirked. “Are you taking a survey or something?” He brushed his lips across your jaw, making you shiver. “The only thing that matters is that she’s mine. Let’s dance, Y/N.”

“I would love to,” you replied with a smile. You were also grateful he’d remembered your name.

You climbed off of his lap and took his hand, sending Adam a you thought look before pulling Ten out into the thick of the crowd. Your heart was beating a mile a minute but you felt too giddy to pay much attention to it. Plus, you knew Adam was watching you like a hawk and you didn’t want to let on how nervous you actually were. If he found out you were lying he’d never leave you alone and consider you pathetic to boot. Besides the nice buzz that was finally creeping down your spine told you everything would be fine. How could it not be?

Ten’s hands settled low on your hips and he gave you a little tug, pulling your back to his chest. You fit rather perfectly with him, his chin brushing the top of your head. Picking a rhythm in the song that thumped with bass, you began to move together. You rolled your ass against him and leaned your head back to rest on his shoulder, focusing on his breath as it ghosted across your neck. A silver of light wouldn’t have been able to get between you.

Normally you wouldn’t have dared to do something like this with a near stranger but your desire to make your ex suffer was bigger than your nerves. Besides Ten appeared to be all in on the ruse; his body twisting and curving in sync with yours, fingers on his right hand sliding up between your breasts to wrap lightly on your throat. His teeth nipped at your earlobe and you gasped. Reached around to his side to clasp his shirt for an anchor. You heard him chuckle and suddenly you were spun away from him only to be reeled back in, this time face to face.

The room felt like it was two hundred degrees. You weren’t exactly wearing much—a slinky black dress with tiny ties at the hem—but even that seemed too much. Without missing a beat though you and Ten continued to grind with one another, his thigh just barely pushed between your own. Every time you swayed forward to meet him the denim of his jeans rubbed deliciously against you, sending sparks sprinting through your veins. Both of his hands were on your ass as if helping to guide you, and as you met his gaze you couldn’t help but bite your lip at what you saw there. Desire, lust, hunger—no one had ever looked at you like that before. Like they could just devour you and still not have enough of you.

It made you feel powerful.

You grinned and wrapped an arm around his neck, fingers giving his hair a little tug. He hissed and lowered his head so that he could mouth at your bare shoulder, hands squeezing your ass so hard it nearly hurt. You weren’t sure when you started to get wet—maybe it was the moment you sat on his lap or he decided to play along with your dumb stunt—but you could tell it now. Your panties were sticking to you, your skin was on fire and it was becoming difficult to think straight. Honestly however you didn’t want to think at all, especially not if it meant not being in Ten’s orbit.

“Ten,” you whispered into the skin under his jaw.

He hummed, the sound vibrating through your body. You plastered your hand to his chest and pulled it down, nails catching on the thin material of his shirt until they were brushing along the zipper on his jeans. You gave him a quick squeeze—he was hard and straining—and he cursed loudly. Between one second and the next he was dragging you down a dimly light hallway, past kissing couples and one guy passed out drunk in the doorway of someone’s room. He swung you both into the first vacant room he came to; a lavish bathroom at the very back of the house. The door was closed with a swift thump and the lock clicked shut.

You licked your lips as he crowded you back into the counter, looking down at you with a tiny smirk. That part of your brain that yammered on about bad decisions was surprisingly quiet, so you figured it was beyond okay to pull him down for a kiss. As with most of the stuff he did, Ten was a damn good kisser. His mouth was soft and warm, his tongue playful and coaxing. He kissed you like he’d been waiting to kiss you for a long time. Until it grew deep and sensual. Until you were both panting with the need for air but neither wanting to let go of the moment.

With a gasp you tilted backwards a bit, your knees suddenly weak. “Fuck me,” you said absently.

“Can I?” Ten asked, chest heaving. “Can I fuck you?”

“God yes,” you replied, already pulling your dress up until it hitched around your waist.

Ten hooked his thumbs onto the band of your pink panties and slid them down your legs, laying them next to the sink. He looked you over with that same eye he used for his art but you could tell he liked what he saw. You grabbed his hand and brought it between your legs, spreading them wider for him. Two of his fingers slipped inside of you without any resistance to find you damp and aching, already so hot for him. He started a lazy rhythm—in and out, in and out—like he was in no hurry at all. Like he wasn’t driving you crazy all the way down to the tips of your toes.

He kept his eyes locked onto yours as he touched you, lips slightly parted like he couldn’t believe this was happening. That rang true for both of you. Never in your wildest dreams did you think you’d ever really be friends with Ten, let alone about to hook up with him. It was like you’d stumbled into some alternate universe.

Bringing his free hand up to your cheek, he smoothed his thumb across your lips, pressing lightly until you let him in. You sucked his thumb into your mouth and gave it a little nip, smiling when he smirked. When he deemed it wet enough, he pressed it to your clit and you moaned, your hips stuttering upward with a will of their own. He began a firm massage, working your clit this way and that, fingers still thrusting in their maddening motion. Of course he’d be great with his hands. Of course he’d be able to play your body like a finely tuned instrument.

Pressure started to build low in your stomach. “I—I’m…”

“Turn around.” Ten took a step back and made a show of sucking his fingers into his mouth, tongue darting out to lick between them like he wanted to savor every drop.

You whimpered but did as he requested, your eyes finding his in the wide silver mirror. You watched as he unzipped his pants and pushed them along with his dark colored briefs down to the floor. You hadn’t seen him pull out a condom but he had one; ripping open the packaging with his perfectly straight teeth before rolling it onto his hard cock. It was a delicious looking thing you had to admit, long and thick with a slight curve. If you’d had the time you would have gladly went to your knees for him.

A low breath shuddered out of Ten’s lungs as he pushed inside of you, his hands gripping your waist so strongly you were bound to have a few bruises later. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

It had been a while since Adam and nobody after him until now.

When he assumed you’d adjusted to the size of him, he pulled nearly out before driving back inside of you. You moaned and pushed back to meet his thrusts, feeling the pleasure shattering through you. Your breasts bounced as he moved and he reached a hand forward, tugging down the top of your dress so that he could cup one. He rolled your nipple between his fingers and pinched, bending over you so that he could bite down onto the tender skin of your shoulder. The motion sent him even deeper and you both groaned at the feeling.

“Te—Ten,” you stammered, losing your train of thought when he rolled his hips liked he did on the dance floor. “Oh fuck! Fuck!”

The picture you made in the mirror was a very erotic one; you could see every single expression on Ten’s handsome face. The utter enjoyment he was obviously finding in fucking you was written all over it; there was nowhere for it to hide. His head was tipped back, eyes fluttering closed only to pop back open so that he could watch himself shove into you over and over again. He had you up on your tip toes, nose just an inch from the mirror itself. He was always sexy but tonight that word took on a whole new meaning.

All you could do was try to give as good as you got.

You slapped a hand onto the sink to steady yourself and clenched around him, reveling in the low whine that escaped his throat. It kinda sounded like your name.

And then he was pulling all the way out, dick bouncing as he stumbled backwards. You blinked in confusion. “Wh--what’s wrong?”

Ten ran his fingers through his hair. “C’mon. I want you to ride me.”

He sat down on the closed toilet seat lid and you straddled him without a second thought, sinking down onto his dick with a full body shudder. With your dress around your waist and your breasts jiggling in his face as you bounced up and down on his cock, he traced his tongue around your nipple before lightly biting down. You tangled your fingers in his hair and panted out his name, letting out a squeak when his palm connected with your ass for a hard slap. Planting his feet on the floor, he leaned you backwards a bit as he drove into you repeatedly, eyes watching how well your pussy took him.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured against your collarbone. “Gorgeous—you feel so good.” He bit you again, this time on the side of your neck. “So good.”

With one hand on his shoulder to brace yourself, you rose up and let yourself come down hard over and over again, feeling him pound so deep it was almost criminal. Had the music not been so loud you knew exactly what you would have heard; the sound of skin hitting skin as Ten fucked you like he owned you. Just for tonight, maybe he did.

You weren’t sure how long it went on but when you came it still managed to take you by surprise. Your body lit up like a Christmas tree from the inside out and you cried out Ten’s name, clenching around him, your nails digging into his shoulder blades. He muttered a drawn out fuuuuck and pinched your clit with this thumb and forefinger, making you jerk so hard you nearly tumbled off his lap.

“Ah! Ten!” You shouted as he kept it up. “I—no—oh god—”

Your pussy tightened around him again and he shivered, thrusts growing erratic as he came with a grunt. You trembled through a second orgasm almost in disbelief—usually the only thing that could get you off twice in a row was hidden under your bed in a shoe box.

Seconds later you flopped against him, attempting to catch your breath. He was still rolling his hips just a tiny bit, making all the too sensitive areas ping.

“Whoa,” he said breathlessly, wrapping both arms around your waist. “That was…”

You chuckled softly. “Yeah…” Chancing a look at him, you admired the way strands of his dark hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. He was glistening, shirt sticking to his chest. He smelled like hints of your perfume and you smelled like hints of his cologne. It was all so intimate.

Reluctantly you sat back and gazed at him, wondering if things were about to get awkward. But Ten just smiled and ducked his head a little, a barely there blush creeping up into his already flushed cheeks. It was so adorable you couldn’t have resisted kissing him if you tried. From the way he melted into you, he’d had the same idea.

After a few minutes of just enjoying the feel of his lips against yours, you forced yourself up off of him. Your legs shook; you had to grab the counter to keep from tripping in your heels. You could already tell you’d still feel him tomorrow and the thought made you kinda dizzy, but in a good way. Blinking at your reflection—your hair was a dark mess—you knew there was no way you’d be able to hide the love bites that adorned your skin. They stood out stark red and purple like a bruise.

Ten remained slouched on the toilet for a couple of moments before removing the condom and tossing it into the trash. He dabbed at his dick with a handful of toilet paper, and then pulled up his underwear and jeans. “So…can I ask you something?”

You fixed your dress. “Sure.”

“Who was that guy?” he inquired with a grin. “The one you obviously wanted to get away from.”

Oh shit you’d forgotten all about Adam! “Oh he—he’s my dumb ex. He jumped stupid at me and I—I wanted to show him that he’s an idiot. That I’m totally over him. I—I’m sorry for getting you involved.”

He laughed as he patted down his hair. “No complaints from my end. I think he got the message though.” Reaching behind you he handed you your panties. “Don’t wanna forget these.”

It was ridiculous to be embarrassed considering what you’d both just done, but you couldn’t help it. You took them from him and pulled them on, keeping your eyes on the ground. “Thanks… Look Ten—”

“I’m hungry,” he said interrupting you. “Have you ever had grilled dried pollack?”

“Um yeah once I think,” you replied uncertainly. “It was pretty tasty.”

Ten motioned behind him. “I know a place that makes it if you wanted to go. And…maybe afterwards we could just hang out. Talk.”

That sounded amazing. “I’d love to. But…”

He picked up on your meaning. “Y/N I sit next to you in all of our art classes. I make conversation with you for no reason. Do you really think I of all people forget my brushes? Honestly I’ve wanted to ask you out for a while but you’ve always seemed…disinterested.”

You were dumbstruck by his admission. “Me?! That’s just my face! You’re the unattainable ingénue or whatever!”

Ten chuckled, folding his arms across his chest. “Oh please the only thing standing between me and being a serious cat dad is having an apartment that allows animals. However, this conversation is pointless. You owe me and I’m collecting…if that’s okay?”

You huffed but couldn’t stop grinning. “It’s perfect.”

The walk from the bathroom to the living room had everyone staring with a few people letting out loud whistles. Adam had disappeared but Amy was there to give you a big thumbs up. You promised to call her later and then let Ten pull you outside into the warm night air, your fingers happily entwined with his.

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tippytopdays · 3 years

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Deimos with “you have no idea how long i’ve been wanting to do that.” ! Thank you for sharing your talent with us 🙏

I'll have you know this took me the longest time to finish and was inspired by one (1) extremely dumb idea.

"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that." - Deimos

It was just some one on one training. A simple task of point and shoot, to familiarize yourself with a firearm just in case you needed it. He’d suggested it even when you’d been stuck in the base for weeks on end. Not like you were doing much, he’d said.

A twitch, a noise—something had gone horribly wrong.

He’d had his back turned, half focused on setting up the target while talking over his shoulder.

It was cold, piercingly so despite having been in his holster. He’d handed it to you with a smile and half serious warning not to point it at him.

You’d gripped onto it by the handle, hands in place. Trigger no where near being touched, barrel at the ground.

The roof was already unstable. They were still reconstructing after the last AAHW assault and holes were speckled everywhere from their carpet bombing. Slabs of steel and wood were the spit fixes at the time. He had moved you where there shouldn’t have been any, to help keep your balance, he’d said.

A shuffle of your feet to get into position scraped a largely hidden steel plate.

You’d slipped.

The gun was falling. The safety was off. Your hand snapped out to hold it harder.

You pulled the trigger.

The shot had been so loud.

It shredded through the back of his jacket in a spray of red. His head snapped back, mouth agape as he crumpled to the ground.

The gun was tossed from your grip, forgotten entirely as you bolted.

“DEIMOS!!”

Hand clutching at his side, crimson staining the white shirt, he didn’t notice your approach. His breathing was short gasps through clenched teeth as he writhed, hands clutching at the crimson seeping through the white of his shirt. The vizor had fallen the moment he’d toppled over, messy white hair dripping with water from the divot it had collected in. In his descent he must have pushed the shoddy mannequin as it was halfway tilted down a slope worn into the concrete.

Target be damned. You shoved it out of the way, stoutly ignoring the loud clatter it made, “Deimos! Deimos I-I’m so sorry-!” Your hands hovered, unsure of where to even begin.

What could you say? What could you do?

The comm clicked on the headset, long forgotten on a crate when he’d set it aside. You could barely make out Sanford’s voice as he checked in. Snatching it up you pressed it to your ear, “Sanford-! Sanford Deimos is hurt-!”

“Whoa whoa, calm down what happened-!?”

“I shot him!” Despite trying your hardest your voice cracked, “Sanford he’s been shot and it’s my fault!”

He went quite for only a moment before gathering himself, “(Y/N), don’t leave him I’ll be there in ten.” Shuffling came from his end, like he was getting off of something and making a hasty exit,”I’m bringing the medkit from Doc’s, so keep pressure on it before I get there.”

You nodded, the tears in your eyes muddying the skyline. The fact that he couldn’t even see you didn’t cross your mind, “Yeah-Yeah okay-“

“And (Y/N)?”

“Y-Yeah?!” You didn’t mean to snap but your nerves were well on their way to being fried.

“Don’t stress out too much, okay? He may be a runt but he’s tough, he can handle a bit of smacking around.” His voice was level despite the severity of the moment, “I’ll call you back if I need help to find you but until then keep pressure on it.” Then he hung up, the line going dead.

Pressure. Right that’s what you do with life threatening wounds.

Dropping to your knees you set your hands over his and pressed. A choke wheezed through his teeth to which you flinched back, some of your weight pulling off his ribs. And while he breathed easier, if not a bit weaker, tears burned in your eyes.

You had done this. You weren’t paying attention.

You didn’t even care that you were clutching onto his hands in fear for his life, their heat muffled in the scorching red bleeding through. It didn’t matter that this was the first time you’d actually gotten to feel them outside of a friendly pat in passing or cheeky pinch on your face. Wasn’t enough that they were calloused from years of labor and war.

You hurt him. What did it matter how you felt about this beyond the crippling guilt.

“H-Hey..”

Startled out of your thoughts, you looked at him.

He looked so tired. His eyes were half open, teeth gritted with pain as his breath stuttered in the effort, “D-Don’t worry..heh…I’ve got…some ribs..to spare..”

“D-Don’t talk, dammit!” You wanted to smack him, “Just stay awake, okay? Sanford’s coming he’ll-h-he’ll help you!” Your voice was far too shrill for someone in control, which you definitely were not. Just keep the pressure on, he’ll make it.

You lied to yourself, watching his eyes lose focus for a few gut wrenching moments. He’ll be fine. He’s fine.

…..right?

“(Y-Y/N)….”

His voice was so weak, “Y-Yeah?” The squeak in your voice was barely restrained, not enough calm and too much panic as you tried to meet his eyes.

Somehow, laying on the cold concrete roof with his head half in a puddle of rainwater, he was still smiling a bit, “Can…Can I get a-a kiss..?”

You wanted to flush, to be embarrassed by how cheeky that request was. But you had hurt him, and very well may have killed him. He hadn’t deserved this.

There wasn’t a shred of shame in you as you cupped his head in your hand and leaned down to offer his last wish. You didn’t even care that you could taste your tears or that his lips were chapped from him chewing on them. Only that his grip on his wound shifted to your hand, wrapped softly around your wrist.

When you finally pulled away, he muttered, “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.”

The rasp in his voice was gone. No wheezing, no struggling for breath; just his normal, if not smarmy, voice. Confused, you opened your eyes; you hadn’t even realized they were closed. You leaned back, dumbfounded, “D-Deimos..?”

He was staring at you, a cheeky grin on his face. There wasn’t a lick of the pain that had been in his eyes before, his gaze startlingly clear for someone seconds from death.

Wait.

“Relax, doll, it was just a scratch.” The white knuckled grip he’d had on his side relaxed into an almost unbothered press to keep the blood from staining everything. And event that was gone when he lifted his hand, “See? Nothing big, you missed. Heh, didn’t even hit an artery.” He was right; yes the flesh had been torn through, and the shirt would definitely need mending, but no real harm had been done. It hadn’t even hit within his torso at all, only scraping a chunk of flesh off the side.

You just, stared. The tears had long stopped flowing and left your eyes red, but your gaze didn’t move from him. It was long enough that his smile drooped from cheeky to somewhat concerned.

“Uh…doll?”

It dropped entirely when you glared at him. The vizor on the ground was quickly snatched up in your hand.

“Wait-!”

He didn’t get a second to breathe before you were wailing on him, hat in hand. You hoped the repeated smacking of the cloth on his person hurt like a bitch as you cursed him out.

“Y-YOU FUCKING IDIOT! BASTARD! I THOUGHT YOU WERE DYING-!”

“DOLL WAIT I’M SORRY-!“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP-“

Shrieking for all he was worth didn’t stop your assault on him for a moment. You didn’t even care that he was still bleeding anymore, only that he never did that again.

Somewhere in the middle of it all you could have sworn you heard the door to the roof entrance open, only to slowly shut not too long after. But you couldn’t be sure.

#finally got around to finishing this oh boy #Deimos #madness combat #madness combat x oc #madness combat x reader #asks #jalapenjowrites

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citronsblog · 3 years

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Requesting because Tumblr is a bitch and ate my last one tf.

Teruteru, Ryoma, and Mondo proposing and/or getting married to their male s/o.

If this request makes you uncomfortable please do tell me and I can send in something different!!!

×Vex ∆

Notes: YES YES YES A MONDO REQUEST. I NEED TO WRITE FOR HIM MORE 😍 (also your request don’t make me uncomfortable, Although I do prefer writing for gender neutral readers so everyone can read it I enjoy writing for guys so I can feed all of my male audience and it gives me a small challenge)

Warnings: none

Characters: Mondo Owada, Teruteru Hanamura, Ryoma Hoshi

Mondo Owada

Mondo is normally able to be calm around you, that’s one of the reasons he fell for you in the first place, but right now he was stressing.

He is deeply in love with you, his wonderful boyfriend. You guys have been together for awhile now, through the thick and thin Mondo is so grateful for you.

Back to the reason on why he is stressed. He was planing on proposing to you. He was nervous, he didn’t know how his favorite person in the world, you, would react to all of this and frankly that’s what made him scared.

Mondo got snapped out of his thoughts by the lovely sound of your voice,

“Hey Mondo? You have a second?”

“Yeah? What is it hot stuff?”

Swatting at his hand you let out a sigh and continue.

“You said we have a date tonight, I just wanted to know if I should dress up in my tux or if it’s just a casual date?”

Mondo got flustered in the thought of you in a tuxedo. He’s seen you in them before, but oh man he would be lying if he said you never looked so sexy in them.

“Mmmm- huh?! Oh Y-yeah that works.”

Chuckling at your boyfriend you give him a kiss on the forehead and walk off with a ‘thank you.’”

It was later on that evening that you two had been sat down at your table. It was a beautiful view. The restaurant was an average size, you were seated outside with a view of the town.

“Wow I- Mondo I didn’t expect this. Thank you.”

“Tch, it’s nothing really. I’m just glad you like it.”

You two spend that evening eating your delicious meals and by the time the two of you were done the moon was in the sky. There was a soft breeze and the smell of fresh air blew around you.

“Hey, S/o. One more thing before we go…”

You took your hand in his,

“Yes?”

Taking in a deep breath Mondo mustered in all of his courage and started.

“S/o, the love of my life. You have been with me through just about every bad day I’ve had. You’ve never left me no matter what and I’ve always admired and loved that about you. God, what am I doing just rambling on-? S/o, will you give me the honor of being your husband?”

Pulling out a box, Mondo opened it and revealed a black wedding ring lined with silver on the outside and eight small diamonds in the middle.

Mondo, still on one knee, started to get even more nervous as anxiety bubbled in his stomach.

“You Can say no s/o..-“

“Are you kidding me?! You are the one I want to spend my time with Mondo! I love you.”

Mondo slid the ring one your finger and lifted up your chin to give you a sweet and loving kiss.

“I love you too.”

Teruteru Hanamura

Teruteru Hanamura, the most bold, flirtatious, funny, good looking man you’ve ever met, and possibly right now the most anxious.

He seemed to be walking around while mumbling stuff to himself. He seemed anxious about too many things so you decided to step in.

“Hey, Teruteru. Are you doing ok? You look, well um, stressed.”

“Huh?! Ahh- nononono Im perfectly ok love bug don’t worry about me hun!”

Rolling your eyes at him you Pat the spot right next to you on the bed.

“C’mere.”

He couldn’t bring himself to say no, so he sat down next to you and tried to relax. You could still see how tense he was so you started to massage his back slowly.

“Hey.”

“Hi…”

“Teruteru if you need to talk I’m right here. I love you a lot and I hate to see you taking the burden if something alone.”

“Thank you, sweets. I’m so lucky to have a boyfriend like you.”

Smiling to him you nod and stand up.

“Waitwaitwait! Do you mind if we have dinner later? I’ll make it and there’s this one really beautiful spot to eat it at?”

Chuckling you nod at his slightly jumbled words and walk out the door sending him finger guns.

“I’ll be there.”

Teruteru spent the rest of the afternoon preparing your favorite meals, he even made desert for you!

He went ahead and left before you to set up the spot. He put down the softest blanket he owned. He set out each dish and before he even knew it, it was time for you to show up.

You two had an amazing time. Sharing stories, an occasional kiss on the lips, compliments here and there.

The sun was setting and Teruteru knew he had to say it sooner or later. He stood up and gently placed a kiss on your lips and grabbed your hands.

“S/o, do you mind if I speak from the heart?”

“Of course Teru, I always enjoy it when you do!”

He gave you such a gentle look and smiled.

“S/o, you were my very first boyfriend. You never said anything bad about me, in fact you laughed when I made jokes or small comments. That always made my heart race, you’ve always made my heart race. S/o this is a big question and I want you to give me an honest answer,”

Getting down on one knee he made eye contact with you. Smiling to you he continues with the heartfelt speach

“Will you marry me? You make me so happy and I thought maybe we could take everything a step further.”

“Teruteru- Of course! Are you kidding me?! I love you!”

“Sugar- I love you too. Come here.”

Let’s just say you two had a fun and eventful evening.

Ryoma Hoshi

Ryoma was acting strange today. He seemed to be checking his phone a lot, getting some calls, and even acting a bit jittery around you.

You knew something was up but you didn’t want to make him anxious about everything. Deciding to lightly ask him about the topic you head to your shared room.

“Hey, Ryoma?”

“Gh! Oh, hey. Surprised me. Hey do you mind if we go to this restaurant later on? I know it’s last minute and such but- never mind… is it ok if we can?”

Cupping his cheek you give him a grin and a peck on the cheek.

“Of course we can sweetie. I’ll go ahead and get ready?”

“Yeah… I will as well.”

Ryoma checked his phone one more time. His friends were all texting him, wishing him good luck! He was really lucky to find such a supportive group of people to hold in his life. He was especially lucky to have you. You gave him a purpose again, you helped him to keep pushing through the worst days so he can find the better ones. He absolutely loved you.

“Hey ryoma im done-“

You saw him in the mirror looking at himself with a unreadable expression.

“Hey, if your worried about how you look don’t be. Remember I chose you to be my boyfriend for a reason. I really love you ryoma.”

“I wasn’t worried but thank you I think I needed a pep talk before we leave. I’m glad to have such a strong boyfriend.”

You both arrived on a restaurant that was overlooking the town. You could see just about everything, it was wonderful.

Ryoma and you had a very fun evening basking in each other’s company and just talking about what ever comes to mind.

You saw ryoma fiddling with something so you curiously asked about it.

“Hey, what is that?”

The question clearly caught him off guard. He took in a breath and looked at you with a loving look.

“S/o you’ve given me a purpose. You have helped me through my worst and I’ve never felt…. Happier. I wish to be in your life for a long time so S/o, will you be my husband?”

You couldn’t help the grin that seemed to settle on your face. Standing up you lean in to gently kiss him.

“I would love too.”

You two were happy, Ryoma texted all of his friends about the good news.

“Hmm… S/o Hoshi… has a nice ring to it doesn’t it?”

“Heh, it does.”

Bonus! Here are the wedding rings the guys would give to you!

Mondo’s ring for you

Teruteru’s ring for you

Ryoma’s ring for you

#danganronpa #mondo x reader #mondo owada x reader #mondo oowada x reader #teruteru x reader #teruteru hanamura x reader #ryoma x reader #ryoma hoshi x reader

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celestialmango · 3 years

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Scared prey, gentle Pred, artificial monster Pred, honestly this stuff is very loosely based on a dream I had last night. Reader insert, (I don't know if what the pred feels is romantic or platonic. You decide) a dude gets the shit beat out of him off screen.

🥭🍡🥭🍡🥭🍡🥭🍡🥭🍡🥭🍡🥭🍡🥭🍡🥭

You're shaking and sobbing with your hands covering your mouth as you try to quiet yourself so you won't be found, you can't escape, they're in the hall that leads to the exit of the experiment containment part of the facility carved out inside of a cavern and you're locked inside one of the adjoining rooms. You flinch at the crushing and snapping of bone and smell copper in the air, tears well up in your eyes at the sounds, You remember how this situation started in the first place and choke on air at the smell you know is blood.

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"Is it ready?" Your teammate asked you close to the route the race will be on, the route made up of different obstacles starting with a forested area followed by rocky terrain and finishing off with a water based obstacle, you smile cheerily 'yeah, our driver here should be.' you pay the shoulder of the semi-robotic being of flesh and metal, "well I finish the vehicle it can-" you interrupt 'don't call them an it.' Your teammate sighs "(y/n) it's not even sentient." You gasp and clap your hands over the ears of the unresponsive four armed creature sitting on the crate in front of you 'how dare!'

Your teammate sighs and pinches the bridge of their nose"alright fine, they, so they can drive it. Better?" You let go of the beings ears, 'much, thank you. So the other teams are pretty much ready so we just need to get them in the vehicle and I'll monitor their vitals right?' you had been added to this team recently and the monster had already been made when you got there a few months back, you had been added on after a scuffle between the previous caretaker of the creature and the team leader left with them getting kick out of the team.

The creature continues to stare forward empty eyed and unmoving reminiscent of a doll sat on a shelf and left there, your job was to check it over and keep an eye on it's vital signs but honestly, you have kinda abused your position and would sometimes just go vent to it, even though you know it was no better than talking to a stuffed animal but you always felt better afterwards, you finish getting them ready and help move them into the multi-terain vehicle. 'so this is just the preliminary right? Why do you alchemists and mages make these guys in the first place? And why the race?' you finally decide to ask the team lead the big questions.

"Yes to the first, second to test our skills and about the race bit? That part's just for fun." They answer as you both get into place, 'you magic dudes are weird' "heh heh, well you took the job, what's that say about you?" you huff like you're offended but your smile gives you away. A shot goes off and the race starts. Thing go fine with the first two terrains, but something goes wrong with the third, 'Hey we need to pull back something's wrong, what is that?!' some sort of dark mass starts trying to drag all the vehicles under. "What the hell?!" Your team lead yells at the coordinator "I thought you said the path was cleared!" They dash over to where you are still monitoring the wildly fluctuating vital signs of the artificial being, "shit."

The team lead overrides the vehicle and manages to snap it free and have it return to start, the rest of the teams not so lucky the vehicles crush or dragged under, as their creation skids to a stop neither of you notice the tiny oily splotch of black slip into the cracks of the vehicle and sink into the creatures skin. Team lead opens the cockpit and drags the still doll like construction out and while they check the vehicle you check over the artificial monster concerned.

"Fuck it's shot, I'm going to have to replace so many parts, how's our driver?" You look up from where your crouched over the still form, 'alive, doesn't look hurt, you guys built them pretty sturdy' your team lead sighs. "Well somebody sabotaged the race, in anycase we'll take them back to the under lab facility to monitor them and make sure there's nothing wrong." You give them a concerned look but nod.

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Deep inside the lab you enter a hall filled with empty rooms to hold experiments that lock from the outside, you both set the creature in their room on their bench, your team leader leaves before you and turn to the creature cup on it's cheeks with your hand, inanimate they may be you still got attached,brush their cheek with your thumb as you speak softy 'i was worried about you but I'm sure it will be okay' you say mostly just to reassure yourself before you let your hand fall away and walk out of the room, before you shut the door you give the creature your final parting words 'night big guy.' Before you shut and lock the door.

the creatures finger twitches of its own volition.

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Hours later you're finished up paperwork when you feel a gun pressed to your head, you freeze up,"take me to my creation or I'll blow your brains out" it's the previous caretaker, you want to live so you do as asked, you take them into the experiment containment hall and lead them to the room the creature is stored in, they throw you into the room across the hall and lock you in before opening the other room to see the four armed being still sitting where you left them.

They stand in front of it, it's hair is covering it's face, "you're coming with me you abomination, what a wrenched thing." they reach out a hand to yank the creature to it's feet when one of their hands snaps up and grabs their wrist, the creature raises it's head and levels a terrifying glare at their ex-caretaker as a bone chilling raspy voice leaves their throat "don't call me that."

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That was when the sounds of screaming and the snapping of bone started to sound and you had huddled up in a corner in fear and started sobbing terrified, that's what led up to now.

Your panick breath and a stiffled sob cause them to snap their head to the room you're locked in as they drop their unconscious punching bag, as you hear their footsteps appoch your tears get heavier, a screech of metal as the rip the door of it's hinges, with the light behind them their form as well as cold and hostile face terrify you more as their eyes glow in the darkness, "you...." You flinch at their voice. "I remember you..." They start to approach you and your teary eye squeeze shut as you try to make yourself as small as possible.

You don't see their expression twist at this, they know they don't like this, they don't like you looking like this, but they feel so empty now and you-....they crouch in front of your frightened form and one set of hands grasps your own and the other set cups your face and rubs your cheeks with their thumbs wiping tears away, "shhhh, hey, shhhh, hey look at me." Their voice soft as they address you , your heart still pounding in your chest and still choking on sobs quietly you open your eyes and look at them.

Their expression toward you is different then when you first saw them after the ripped open the door, different from when you first came here, there's life in their eyes now, they're no longer glazed over and their expression looks a bit sad. "Shhhh, I remember you, you'll be okay" you whimper as they pull your face closer to them and the set of hands that were holding yours pin your arm to your sides "shhhh, shhhh, it's okay" they say as their jaw unhinges and their maw streaches open causing your eyes to widen and tears to start rolling down your face again.

They shove your head in and swallow, they groan, you're the best thing they've ever tasted, being a construct they never needed food, but they suppose you don't know that seeing as you kept feeding them, their hands that had previously grasped your face now pin your arms to your side and the others move down as you try to squirm away, they swallow again and you slip further inside their throat as a whine escape you, you feel their hand gently squeeze at you as they swallow again and you sink in further into the grasp on their tight muscles as the continue to speedily pull you inside. They stand and tilt themselves and your lower torso and now pinned leg into the air with a thick gulp you're dragged in to your thighs.

One set of their hands rubs their stomach as it fills uncomfortably and they wince, they've never swallowed this much before, you continue to sob softly as their other set of hands keeps you from flailing and grip firmly before shoving and gulping thickly, their gut feeling more painful the more of you they stuff inside, they continue to do this repeatedly until your shoes are all that's left outside their maw, they remove them and swallow, sealing your fate as you're crammed tightly inside their stomach, they feel sick but at the same time it feels really good, they place all four hands on their distended gut that groans and gurgles as if to protest what they've done and rub at it, drool running down their chin feeling you shake and hearing your sobs they start again "shhhh" the press a bit firmer as the rub putting more pressure on your tightly curled form cradled by gurgling flesh that just scares you more

"Uh-gah" they gasp in discomfort but continue "shhhh, it's okay, it'll be okay" they know they've scared you, but they just felt so empty, but you're in there now, now they feel full and warm "shhhh" that goo did something to them, gave them a sentience they didn't have before, but it could never give them what you have, they remember everything from before they were awakened, "uhmmm" they groan in pleasure as they feel you squirm inside them. As much as they'd love to just sit down and enjoy the feeling they know they have to get out of here now.

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They wonder deeper into the woods as they continue to rub at their wriggling gut before finding a place to hide themselves and sit down to enjoy the feeling as they continue from where they left off trying to soothe both their stomach and you, their belly now used to the feeling of being stretched and filled so much. "MMmmm, shhhh, not gonna hurt you" and they won't, "you'll be okay." Physically. "I love you" and they mean it, they got more attached to you than you did them.

#safe vore #soft vore #v*re #v0re #scared prey

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