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yandereloversblog · 2 years

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Hi :) if you're writing for tokyo revengers can i have a headcanon for Mikey, Ran, Chifuyu and Inupi when their s/o is a pom pom girl/ chearleader ? Like she dance like a girl kpop idol to cute song ? If it's possible <3

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲, 𝐑𝐚𝐧, 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐮𝐢

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚖 𝚙𝚘𝚖 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: 𝚃𝚘𝚔𝚢𝚘 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚒𝚛𝚘 "𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢" 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚘, 𝚁𝚊𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒, 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚢𝚞 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚘, 𝚂𝚎𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚞 𝙸𝚗𝚞𝚒

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛 , 𝚄𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚎𝚝, 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙸𝚗𝚟𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚢

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: For this request I'd like to think they're sort of dating their darling. Also you didn't specify the timeline so I did this before the Tenjiku arc.

-> 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 "𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲" 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

Mikey has two reasons for going to school, one is to eat lunch with Draken and two is to see you preform your cute little cheers during practice.

Mikey just sits there and stares with a happy grin as you wave the pom poms around so cutely.

You were so sweet, accepting his confession and always willing to show Mikey new moves you learned.

"So adorable~ I'm gonna make you cheer me on whenever I fight you know~"

... Needless to say there are a lot of those fights, just because you dress so cutely others always approach you with the intention of wanting more than just to talk.

Which is why Mikey is always glued to your hips whenever it's humanly possible.

Constant compliments and hugs from him.

Though you'll have to witness a lot of Mikey's violence tendencies because anyone who looks at you is a target.

Mikey isn't above killing someone even know, you think he'll let the pests who keep bothering you go? No.

"My [Y/N]-chin is super cute right?~ Still what gives you the right to lay your disgusting eyeballs on her, huh? Drop dead."

-> 𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

Loves to get you accessories and outfits so he can see you perform in different styles.

Always playing dress up and takes you out shopping so you can choose whatever you want.

He just drops everything and even drags Rindou with him to see your performance when you say you found a new song you liked.

"You looked so cute darling~ how about you give me a private show after?"

And he's not kidding, Ran may seem laid back but he always monitors your moves, makes sure none of them are too... Showy just incase perverts would be watching you.

Not that it's any trouble, he can fight fuckers and beat them up until death.

But he's a little possessive over you still, so you might have a hickey or two showing each time you preform.

Subtly manipulating you to wear jewelry or clothes with his initials on it.

Just know he's not scared to beat people to death, but fortunately for him everyone just hears Ran's name and stays away from you.

"That's not my blood [Y/N], don't worry~ I just had to take care of someone who was following you a little too closely... I only accept thanks in kisses sweetheart~"

-> 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐨

This man is putty in your hands-

You give him one text that you're practicing and he immediately rushes over to observe you.

Secretly takes pictures and records on top of the pictures he asks for.

Chifuyu will always cheer you on as well, number one hypeman.

Always provides you with water at the end of practice, a towel too.

"You did amazing as always [Y/N]!"

His personality does a 180 with others tho.

With you: hearts are literally coming off him.

With others: literally glaring 24/7 if they approach you, or even more so interupt your talk with him.

WILL blackmail whoever tries to get close to you. He's not above beating people either.

Killing though?... It's more precise and planned, a lot of research is done and only if someone harassed you, annoyed you and made you uncomfortable.

"This is all for [Y/N] so I don't feel guilty. You pigs should've seen it coming when you decided to annoy my angel."

-> 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐮 𝐈𝐧𝐮𝐢

Inui never really had interest in anything other than the Black Dragons.

But for you he was willing to do anything.

And that includes taking an interest in your interests, though he could listen to you talk for hours.

Trying to act surprised when you showed him your cute little hobby of dancing even thought he knew.

"You looked so good, [Y/N]~ can you do that again? If it's alright with you, may I record it?"

Gently cheering you on as you show him the routine you worked so hard on.

Definitely has a hidden room full of your pictures, videos saved in a file for him to enjoy when you aren't with him.

Might've snuck inside your house once or twice and taken a few things-

Anyone who discourages you or causes any negative feelings is immediately a target of Inui's wrath.

Seishu has little care for things that he doesn't have an interest on, so to see annoying bugs hang around you while you're just trying to have fun pisses him off.

"You couldn't just stay in your lane and have minded your own business, why did you have to bother my angel? But if it's for [Y/N] I'm willing to get my hands dirty."

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere tokyo rev #yandere tokrev #yandere mikey #yandere manjiro sano #yandere ran haitani #yandere chifuyu #yandere seishu inui #yandere inui #yandere chifuyu matsuno

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digitalgate02 · 13 days

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So here’s your main hero from the Kamen Rider (Lightnimon) AU! This surprises no one, I know.

So the idea here is kinda recycling bits from the old version and mixing it with all the stuff i know about Rider so far (and other things.)

Well, I guess a hero who starts as a lackey of the big bad is not that uncommon to happen… But yeah, he just starts like this… He hates this job, to be fair. He can have a little fun but gets yelled at by his boss (not the big bad guy, just the evil scientist working there – not sure if it’s either Oikawa, Maki, Menoa or someone else from another digi-series yet).

Oh yeah, he definitely wants to quit and do something fun, something he likes: either soccer or cooking.

Question: Why did he end up there tho So, the big bad guy(s) is (are) Daemon (and the Demon Lords). They use human emotions to drive those wild digital critters – the digimon – insane and use them to control people. A digimon forms a link with a human and they can use the digimon’s power (be the critter taking the shape of a weapon or vehicle). But there’s those Dark Rings and Dark Seeds, the rings go on the digimon, the seeds on the humans. Keeping them in control is the goal of Daemon. Daisuke is… uh, one of those victims apparently, BUT! no ties to a digimon yet. He knows something is off, but he can’t do anything. He needs that job after all… (sadly, he’s not even aware the job is for the bad guys…)

There was a hero before!! This hero was known as Kamen Rider Courage. He fought alongside a group of other people. Before Daemon was a real issue, there was another villain – one possibly connected to him – Apocalymon. Kamen Rider Courage beat him and his lesser generals and saved the world!

Except… He lost something in return for his heroic acts: the life of a precious person to him. What, no! She’s not dead! But she… she changed drastically because of those critters that Kamen Rider Courage… Disappeared after his last fight.

Daisuke was in middle school when this all happened. He and his group of friends – Rui, Ken, Miyako, Iori, Wallace, Takeru and Hikari – had no memories of those though. Once our protag graduated from High School, he tried every job he could take in order to gather enough money to open his ramen shop – his life’s goal. And, well. This was the only job he got… All the rest didn’t call him back (alas)

As to how he got the friggin Seed… No one knows. The Seed is data, not something real. It’s data inserted into the human body, like the USB ports in Double/W. Rumors are that those with them were infected by Apocalymon in his last fight against the previous Kamen Rider.

One day he was just doing his (boring) job when he heard a cry. He saw one of those digimon trying to escape from the lab. This digimon, however, was Chibimon, who was looking for a new candidate to be a Kamen Rider and stop the evil guys from taking control over the world. Daisuke knew if that critter just escapes in his shift he would just get in trouble, so he tried to catch it. They were for hours playing the cat and rat game until the boy managed to grab Chibimon… Except he couldn’t put it inside the cage again. Chibimon knew this kiddo meant no harm and was just doing a bad thing. So, the digimon explained everything and told him his ‘job’ was actually harming both digimon and humankind.

He only signed up there out of options, and they didn’t give him details as for why they had to capture the digimon. He expected it to be some sort of… veterinary-like lab? This gave him a headache, but he believed in that digimon. Chibimon then asked why he would wear those clothes if this were a vet lab. That was indeed a good question, he thought. In order to help Chibimon to escape, he put the digimon inside his backpack.

Once they were out of the lab, and safe at Daisuke’s home… First, Chibimon was seeing Daisuke out of that getup so he felt even more sure that that human wasn’t a bad guy. Then, Chibimon asked him if he didn’t want to become a Kamen Rider. Daisuke mentions that he heard of that name before… But he couldn’t do that, right? Now that he knew he was doing something horrible to those critters… Chibimon’s answer is that he should do it in order to repent for those actions, which totally made Daisuke feel it was the right thing to do.

Thus, Chibimon and Daisuke formed a bond, and the boy got a D-3 key and D-3 Driver. Chibimon was entrusting him with his power, the power of Lighdramon (yes, Chibimon was not even in his original form) so he could transform into a Kamen Rider.

Thus, Kamen Rider Lightnimon was born.

(no coloring this time because i got overwhelmed by it lol)

Notes:

i know the D-3 does not look like a D-3 but... that's the intent. it's not supposed to look exactly like in the canon verse.

i also know the doodle for the encounter with Chibimon there has him unmasked but... you wouldn't be able to see him feeling sad for it if it were drawn 😔

he uses the shades from Kizuna/02TB (because i love them) in this AU. No goggles. As a kid he had no goggles either.

#kamen rider au; kamen rider lightnimon #motomiya daisuke #chibimon #lighdramon

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trickstarbrave · 7 months

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why is it whenever i wanna write weird kinky smut i gotta have at least 5+ fucking pages of exposition and world building before i fucking get to it.

anyways here is from the concubine au (nerevar and voryn will have to fake being lord and concubine for Reasons)

warning for sexual assault mentioned, slavery, injuries. nothing is directly shown except for proof of it. abuser gets killed tho

Voryn sat on the comfortable cushions, making small talk with Anaryl Dres, a lord of House Dres. Voryn was quite good with making small talk, acting as though he was speaking to a prospective southern lord to establish a trade of a sizable amount of saltrice in exchange for many dwemer goods, something of value unique to House Dagoth.

In reality though, Voryn was as tense as he had been in some time.

He had been chasing false lead after false lead, reaching dead end after dead end for two gods damn years. Nerevar claimed he wanted to go south and look for work from another house after he and Gilvoth got into a particularly bad altercation that resulted in half the town’s guards harassing Neht afterwards on Gilvoth’s orders. Voryn had assured him he dealt with the problem as needed, but Nerevar brushed him off and insisted it would be for the best.

After several weeks, Nerevar stopped responding. Voryn, overcome with anxiety despite his brothers assuring him it was probably just some lost letters, went to his residence, only to find it empty.

Certainly people going missing in Resdayn wasn’t new. The land was harsh and strangers were not kind nor sympathetic. You either survived, or you didn’t. Nerevar, however, wasn’t weak enough to be killed by some stray cliff racer and left to die in the wilderness. He was strong, sensible, and headstrong. Voryn knew better, and that if he wanted to find Nerevar, he needed to do it with his own resources because guards and other houses would not help him.

This time it looked like a promising lead. Anaryl Dres was normally pretty reserved and secretive, but drunkenly bragged about his new concubine. Only a few details could be gleaned before he left the party: said concubine was a man who was originally born and raised as a girl, the concubine was only half chimer, was supposed to be sold into slavery by his house but was ‘hidden away’ until discovered again, and was very disobedient.

It was a dead ringer for Nerevar: a half blood chimer from House Mora, a lesser house that sold many mixed race children into slavery by order of the Ra’athim clan who resented being ousted from their city by nords. Nerevar also originally grew up as a girl, something Voryn personally went out of his way to correct as Nerevar wished. And lastly, Nerevar would not be broken even after two years of enslavement. After prodding for more answers, all Anaryl would reveal is that his concubine had white hair and scar-tattoos, but those were quite common for many in House Mora.

A servant came in, bowing respectfully to Voryn. Voryn turned to give her his attention, as she came close to his ear, speaking low as to be respectful, but loud enough that it didn’t seem secretive.

“I spotted the tea set you asked of me, Lord Dagoth.” She said low, not missing a beat. “I purchased it, as per your request.” It wasn’t uncommon for nobles from Vvardenfell to shop in larger cities while doing business on the mainland. Especially for a house as remote as House Dagoth, it would be expected he’d send servants to procure various items while he met and spoke with other nobles. But this was more than a servant who had been out shopping for their lord: this was actually a spy he sent to check the residence, and was answering in code.

They had indeed found Nerevar after so long of searching. Voryn could almost smile with pure delight, his heart racing in his chest. Nerevar was here. Soon, he’d have Nerevar back in the safety of Kogoruhn’s walls. But for now, he needed to continue the act. Just a bit more.

“Very good.” Voryn replied dryly, sipping the trama root tea in his cup. The liquid was far too bitter for his tastes, but he was a master at controlling his expressions when he had to. “And the others…?” He asked, looking at the servant skeptically.

“Most of the others on your list were purchased, Lord Dagoth. The other servants are taking them to the propylon chamber and to Kogoruhn.”

Translation: most of the guards in the rest of the manor were paid off in full and the ones who refused were killed. Any and all documents relating to Nerevar were secured in the manor. All that was left was getting Nerevar out of there, after which the Morag Tong would come in immediately after his exit and the Dres lord and his remaining guards who were present in the room with them.

Voryn held back a sinister smile. He waited a few moments, before sighing.

“I suppose it is getting late.” Voryn looked annoyed at the prospect of leaving.

“Oh, Lord Dagoth, there is still so much to discuss.” Anaryl looked positively giddy. No doubt he was getting sick pleasure from the idea he was holding Voryn’s closest friend prisoner right under the mer’s nose, ignorant that his life would soon be over for such an offense.

“It’s not as though we need to iron out all of the details in one sitting.” Voryn replied, finishing his cup of tea. “We can meet again in a week’s time. I’ll bring some of the metal and artifacts for you to see for yourself.” Voryn gave a polite smile as he rose to his feet. “I think that would be even more helpful to our agreement.”

“Oh, absolutely.” He was still grinning far too wide. The man would be horrible at cards, as Nerevar would say. Absolutely too over eager and bragging with his face. “Don’t be afraid to contact one of my servants, Lord Dagoth. We have plenty of saltrice to go around, after all.”

“I’ll send word about our next meeting soon.” Voryn lied, as he left through the door. As soon as the door was shut, he couldn’t help but finally smirk softly.

After an hour, Voryn returned to the residence. The sun had nearly set by now, Azura’s hour fading away and the stars beginning to twinkle. He entered from the back door, knowing he wouldn't be spotted.

Sure enough, the noble was dead on the ground, his throat slit. Of the few remaining guards who were nearby, three were dead and the others no doubt refused to fight seeing the attackers were from the guild. Normally it would be hard to kill even a lesser lord of a Great House, but it seems Anaryl was not well liked by his employees or most higher members of House Dres.

Now free to move about as he pleased, Voryn stepped around the blood and walked upstairs, paying the gore and death in the sitting room little regard. Servants quietly filed in after him, taking all documents related to his visit with them as well in an effort to cover his tracks. Voryn was, if anything, thorough.

Up the stairs, a spy waited at a door, signaling it was the room Nerevar was in. Voryn paused briefly outside it, his excitement now turning to nervousness. He was terrified of what he might see, what state Nerevar might be in. Had he heard the killing downstairs? Was he badly injured or starved? What if he was furious that Voryn took so long to save him?

Still, Voryn couldn’t wait forever. He took a deep breath and opened the door, his eyes immediately falling on the figure laying on a plush pile of pillows, completely unconscious. An elf, golden skinned with long white hair was dressed in gauzy fabric and cheap jewelry, a pipe laying on the floor nearby. A sickly sweet scent clung to the air, a sure sign someone was recently smoking skooma. Their chest rose and fell, their face partially obscured.

Voryn took a hesitant step forward. Then another. And another. He could barely believe his eyes, as he finally took in the figure’s face, relief washing over him.

“Nerevar…” He breathed out, sinking to his knees. “I finally found you.”

Nerevar had gotten thinner, not to mention lighter. No doubt he couldn’t use his muscles properly being confined like this. He had dark circles under his eyes too, and from what skin was showing Voryn could see bruises on his limbs and neck. Love bites, kicks, punches, even hand marks from strangulation. It was enough to make Voryn want to commit necromancy just to kill the bastard himself over and over again.

“Neht,” Voryn’s voice dipped to a soft, tender tone as he gingerly shook Nerevar’s shoulder. “Wake up.” He was afraid of shaking too much, terrified he might accidentally aggravate an injury he couldn’t see. It was a stark contrast to how he was with Nerevar as his guard--back then Nerevar seemed so proud and strong, like nothing could truly topple him. Now though he looked delicate and fragile, something Voryn was terrified of breaking.

“Mm?” Nerevar’s eyes cracked open. His eyes looked hazy, red and irritated but with his pupils blown wide. “... Voryn~!” Nerevar’s face broke out into a giddy smile as he threw his arms around Voryn’s shoulders, tugging the other chimer into a hug. “Mm… I missed you~” Nerevar purred low, before erupting into giggles.

Voryn gave a heavy sigh, trying to untangle himself from Nerevar’s arms. He was hoping that Nerevar wasn’t intoxicated, but it seemed that wasn’t the case. Regardless, it wouldn’t be hard to leave with Neht and return to Kogoruhn where he could be treated properly.

“I missed you too.” Voryn replied, finally freed from Nerevar’s grasp. “But I’m here to bring you back with me to Kogoruhn.” Nerevar’s eyes couldn’t focus properly, darting around whenever they were opened.

“‘M tired…” Nerevar mumbled, sinking back into the cushions. Voryn gave another sigh, reminding himself this wasn’t Nerevar’s fault.

“I know, Neht.” Voryn stroked some of his hair out of his face. “You can sleep once we get home.”

Home. Where Nerevar belonged. In the nice, soft bed in the room right next to Voryn’s. The room Voryn kept in perfect condition with most of Nerevar’s belongings still inside it, waiting for the day he could bring Nerevar back.

A guard of House Dagoth carried him, after Voryn wrapped him with a cloak to conceal his appearance. Then it was just a matter of getting to the propylon chamber and back to his stronghold. They could put all this mess behind them.

#nerevoryn #nerevar #indoril nerevar #voryn dagoth #morrowind #no seriously why is there worldbuilding here #we have not made it to the smut yet tho #concubine au

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divinemare · 8 months

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Legend of a Mortal Love

┊ ➶ rhys x oc

┊ ➶ part five

part four

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

Velaris was like nothing she had ever seen in her life. Not that she had seen much, tho. But still.

Ariadne spent hours a day walking through the city, accompanying Rhiannon and Mor going shopping for the incoming Winter Solstice. And they had even asked her her opinion sometimes.

“What do you think about this?” Rhiannon asked, taking a mug that read ‘as hot as my ass’.

She tried hard to keep a straight face, and even tho the mug seemed to be the most ridiculous gift ever, Ariadne nodded anyway.

“It looks like something that…uhm, it’s ok, it’s funny,” she managed to stop herself before she got to say what was truly on her mind, but Rhiannon noticed it immediately, since she did that almost all the time.

“Something like what?” The female raised a dark eyebrow, and Ariadne knew there was no escaping that look.

“Like something…I don’t know, I may be wrong,” Ariadne brushed the subject off, but Rhiannon did not.

“Ariadne, you can tell me anything, you know? We’re far from court now,” Rhiannon told her that at least twice a day.

But still, she was a court princess, and Ariadne was…

She let out a sigh and looked into the beautiful violet eyes. Rhiannon always encouraged her to speak her mind, to say whatever she wanted to say, like also Morrigan had been doing since they got to Velaris. It was still hard for her, to “speak her mind”, every time she had tried to in the past, it had ended up in beatings and nasty bruises, and everyone she had ever witnessed speaking too much their mind, always ended up dead.

“I think…it might be something Cassian would like,” she finally said it, realizing how stupid it had been to keep it quiet.

Rhiannon smiled, like she too had been thinking the same thing.

“You’ve been paying attention, huh?”

Ariadne’s cheeks caught a little bit of color, but she nodded anyway. “I like to observe, it’s everything you can do while working in court. No speaking, no distractions, just work. Silence does have its advantages, tho, one learns to listen, to keep quiet and observe.”

And quiet was exactly how Rhiannon had fell when Ariadne spoke. She recognized that expression in the female’s face, Rhiannon tended to make it every time something about Ariadne’s…life situation, got mention, and it made her feel bad that she had been the one to brought the subject up.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“No! No, you don’t have to apologize for anything, Ariadne, I should be the one apologizing,” the female left the mug on the counter and sighed, grabbing Ariadne’s hands.

Mor had somehow managed to get rid of the chains. Both on her wrists and on her ankles, and every step she gave, every movement she made, felt weird, but somehow…good.

Ariadne had never been without her chains, not even as a child, only for the moment she went to bed an even then, there were chains in her ankles. Not having them on her felt as if not having a part of her, as weird as it sounded, but she was getting used to the feeling of her skin being free of the metal. Skin that was, for the first time in her entire life, healing.

She was getting dangerously used to not having them, that was.

“And why would you do that?”

“Because…you know,” for the first time since they had met, Rhiannon seemed to not be able to meet her stare. “This,” she rubbed a delicate, manicured hand over the bruises and scarred skin of her wrists, then finally looked up into her eyes with heaviness in her own. “And everything else.”

“Rhiannon…”

“Rhi, please call me Rhi,” the request sounded like a plea, and Ariadne’s throat bobbed trying hard not to let the knot in it win.

“Rhi…” the nickname felt too personal rolling off her tongue, too intimate, like they were…friends. “This isn’t your fault, you don’t make the rules.”

“I know, but-”

“Let’s go look for Morrigan, shall we?” Ariadne quickly shut the female’s sad intrusive thoughts down, and instead gave her a small, but sincere, smile.

“Oh, so she gets to be called Rhi, but I get called ‘Morrigan’?” Rhiannon’s cousin was at the back of the very female, lifting an indignant eyebrow while holding something on her crossed arms that had a blinding, too sparkly color.

“Sorry…Mor,” the blonde’s face lighten up, and she gave Ariadne a big smile before walking up to them.

“Much better. Now, what do you think of this?”

Lifting up the blinding, too sparkly thing she was holding, both Ariadne and Rhiannon contained their horrified faces at the pair of neon blue sparkly socks.

“And those are for…” Rhiannon asked.

“For Azriel, obviously, since the only color he seems to at least like is blue, and he needs a bit more color in his closet than black.”

“Honey, while I agree with you that Azriel does need more color in his closet…that, that would give him a stroke if he ever saw them,” the violet eyed female couldn’t contain her laughter anymore, and Ariadne allowed herself to smile a bit.

“Come on! They…” Mor eyed the socks, then sighed and her shoulders sank in defeat. “They do suck, don’t they?” Rhiannon bursted out a laugh, while Ariadne couldn’t help the little smile at her lips also.

She wasn’t gonna lie, she liked the females, and she had seen why Rhiannon was so fond of Cassian and Azriel, too. But, a part of her, was extremely confused. For one side, she wanted to convince herself she didn’t belong there —maybe because she so obviously didn’t—, yet another part of her really, really wanted to. She wanted to sing as freely as she had been wishing to since the first day Rhiannon took her to the Rainbow and she saw the performers on the streets, she wanted to laugh freely like Mor and Rhiannon did, she wanted to join Cassian’s conversation when he so evidently was trying to include her, but she also felt like, somehow, being here, but mostly enjoying being here —because she was, she really was starting to enjoy life for the first time—, was treason to her people.

It sounded ridiculous, yet…she couldn’t help but feel that way. Fae were monsters, the ones that had enslaved her people for centuries now, she owed all her tragedies to them, yet…here, in Velaris, everything was so peaceful, so…out of her reality, people didn’t look down at her when she was walking on the street, and Rhiannon and her family had never treated her like a slave. The opposite, really, they had tried to convince she didn’t had to be a slave here.

Ariadne’s heart was truly at conflict right now, but that had turned to some sort of inspiration for her in the long run.

One day, she started humming a melody, a random one that came straight from her head, then she started putting words to that melody, random words, words that came from her heart, from all the conflicts in her mind, and, progressively, whenever she was completely alone, she would start mixing those melodie’s and words into songs she would sing for herself.

She hadn’t done that in years. Since her father’s last breath on earth.

They used to do it together; whenever she was afraid, her father would tell her to create a song, to mix random words together, and then he would put a melody to them. The songs would go from how dirty the floor was, to how much her chains hurt, to how bright the stars were.

Years later, she realized her father had done all that in attempts to detach her from their awful reality. It hadn’t worked so well after she grew up and could no longer ignore and detach herself from the cruelness of being born a human.

Yet it had happened again some days ago, when she again visited the Rainbow with Mor and Rhi, she felt it again, the need to put into words and melodies her feelings and thoughts.

It scared her, what that meant.

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The Winter Solstice was the reason why they had come to Velaris in the first place. The Night Court had a big celebration for this day in particular, since it was the longest night in the year.

Ariadne helped Mor and Rhi to pack their presents. Everyone would be leaving to have a quick dinner with the High Lord and the Lady of Night, then they would come back for the actual celebration between all of them.

They luckily didn’t take her with them, instead left Ariadne in the townhouse with a million protective guards on it. She thanked those hours alone, because she managed to get her hands on some paper and a quill and start writing some of the songs she had been having stuck on her head.

When she was a kid, her father taught her how to read and write, saying she would one day need it to contact her brother. Ariadne had never known how that would ever be possible at all.

Until his lath breath, her father had never stoped believing her brother was alive. They had been separated when the Fae came to capture her family, he had been sent somewhere else, and Ariadne couldn’t even remember his face by now, the last time she had ever seen him was when she had been around 5 years old.

If he was still alive, she would never be able to find him, or him to find her. Not in the world they were living in, as the people the were forced to live like.

She wrote about him in her songs, too. If only because ‘the lost star’ sounded good in a song.

She wrote about the Rainbow, about Velaris, about winged males and females, about blonde beauties and star-filled eyes, and families that felt like a taste of wind for a person that had only ever tasted dirt. All until she heard the door of the house open, and was taken away from her deep concentration.

Ariadne felt a tug of panic for a second, and quickly hid the sheets of paper in the box she had been hiding the rest. Then remembered she wasn’t doing anything bad, and the people that had arrived weren’t guards, only Rhiannon and the others.

She mastered some composure before going downstairs to see the young Fae entering the house.

“How was dinner?” She asked Rhiannon, who rolled her eyes and scoffed slightly.

“Boring, but that is the normal effect my father has on every fun affair, so it could be said that it went just as it was expected. Have you eaten anything?” Ariadne shook her head, she had forgotten about food while being so immerse in her writing.

Rhiannon didn’t give her much time to protest before she was dragging her down to the kitchen, and while everyone else got ready to exchange presents, Rhiannon sat with her and made sure she ate, while complaining about the dinner and her father.

When Ariadne was over, she said she could go back to her room to leave them alone, but both Rhiannon and Morrigan had looked at her as if she had grown a second head and sat her down between them.

“It’s Winter Solstice, Ari, you’ve got to celebrate!” Rhiannon had encouraged, and Ariadne accepted the invitation.

She didn’t have anything to gift them, since she got no money whatsoever. So she couldn’t help but feel bad when Mor had pulled out a pair of ugly socks and given them to her.

“To keep you warm,” she had said, and Ariadne had almost cried.

She had never received a present before. And even tho the socks were terribly ugly, the thought had been beautiful.

“Bitch! I wanted to give her my present first,” Rhiannon said, scoffing at not being the first to give Ariadne a present.

Ariadne swallowed the gulp in her throat while Rhiannon pulled out a little box and handed it to her.

When she opened it, Ariadne couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of the small black pearl necklace.

“This is…” She looked up at the female, her eyes inevitably holding some tears now.

“To honor the day we met,” Rhiannon said with a smile, taking the Night Pearl necklace and putting it on Ariadne.

She had only been given two gifts, but those gifts were more than she had ever possessed in her life.

“Thank…” her voice broke, and she swallowed hard to avoid the tremble in her next words. “Thank you, I’m sorry I-”

“Don’t even apologize for that, Ariadne,” Rhiannon stoped her before she could apologize for not getting her and Mor something, and the blonde female only hugged her tightly and told her in a whisper that she could consider her gift as a thank you for helping her with the other gifts, since for the first time ever, nobody had nothing bad to say about her presents.

“I…got something for you, too,” the shock she had been was interrupted by Azriel’s voice.

When Ariadne raised her head, she saw he was talking to her. She couldn’t help but to open her eyes and mouth in shock.

“For- for me?” They hadn’t talked much since they met, Ariadne was shy, and he was not a male of small chatter, either, but they had both shared something; little acknowledging, understanding looks when they saw each other’s scars.

Two days ago, Azriel had found her scratching intensely her wrists, since it was the first timeher skin ever got a chance to heal at all from the chain’s damage. He had helped her, prepared some hot water for her to relax the itching, then showed her his hands, and briefly told her the story of the scars in them.

She had then understood why Rhiannon had fallen for him. They were a perfect match, and he was a companionate male, she hadn’t helped but feel happy Rhiannon had someone like him by her side —even if they weren’t official, everyone else around them knew they would be.

“What is it?” She asked with her mouth dry in astonishment when the male nodded slightly.

“It’s a tonic for your…” Azriel pulled a little bottle out of his leathers, and looked down and her wrists and ankles.

At her scars.

“Oh,” now she was absolutely out of not only words, but breath as well.

“Rhys’ mom bought it for me a long time ago, and it really did helped me with…” he looked down at his own scars. “It won’t heal the scars, but it will make them less painful and scratchy, I promise.”

Now the tears in her eyes were almost imposible to hold. She murmured a shaky thank you, and took Azriel’s hand so he could feel the shaking in hers and understand just how thankful she really was. The male smiled slightly at her, and put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing slightly.

“Ok ok, my turn!” Cassian pushed Azriel aside to hand Ariadne his gift.

He handed her a leather notebook, wrapped perfectly with a purple ribbon.

When Ariadne looked at him a little confused, he smiled proudly and got way too close to her, almost making her back away for the surprise, and leaning in her ear.

“So you can write all those songs I’ve been hearing you sing.”

When he backed away, his smile was compassionate and light.

“I didn’t…I couldn’t get you anything, I’m sorry,” her voice shook, as much as she tried to avoid it, and she felt the first tear rolling down her cheek before she could stop it.

This people…they had known her for so little, specially Azriel and Cassian, and yet…

“Come on, a hug will suffice!” Before she could move or say anything, Cassian wrapped her in his arms and lifted her up slightly.

She had never received such a warm hug. Not since her mother died, at least. And it was in that moment that Ariadne couldn’t help but silently cry while she allowed Cassian to hug her, and she herself wrapped her arms around the big male.

“Happy Solstice, Ariadne,” both him and Azriel said when Cassian put her back down.

She was out of breath, out of words. She kept her head down so they wouldn’t see the tears streaming down het face.

“I’m sorry, can you…can you give me a moment? May I…” She made the best attempt to wipe away her tears and looked back at Rhiannon, wanting to ask for permission.

The female obviously noticed her red, crystallized eyes, and immediately stood up to take the potion and the notebook from her hands.

“Of course you can, you don’t have to ask, Ari, go,” the violet eyed female smiled understandingly, and nodded towards the exit of the common room.

Ariadne thanked everyone in a low voice, then hurried out before she could keep making a fool of herself with the tears that did not wait to keep appearing.

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The balcony was the only place she finally found a bit of calm in. She could still hear the laughter coming from inside the house, but she tried to focus on the stars on top of her head than in the pounding of her heart.

It was surreal, all of this. The people inside, the gifts they had gotten her…everything felt like a story of her own songs, and not her reality.

She wasn’t mad about it, not even sad. She discovered that while she stared at the sky and silently talked to the stars. That’s what scared her the most. That she wasn’t really against this whole thing, that she was actually, for the first time in her life, not feeling fear, not feeling dread, not feeling anger. For the first time in her life, there were tiny moments during the day she forgot to feel all those things.

Ariadne took a deep breath, trying to absorb the star’s serene energy, to take in the happiness and peace in the air and keep it in her heart for as long as she could.

Then the window to the balcony opened, and the strangest feeling rose in her neck at the presence that came in.

She didn’t had to turn around, by the way the hairs in her neck stood on end, she already knew who was standing behind her even before he spoke.

“I got you a present, too, but I didn’t got to give it to you before you left,” Rhysand said, the window to the inside of the house closing behind him.

When Ariadne turned around, she had the chance to take him in, truly take him in. His wings were out, relaxed, just as his shoulders were as well. His eyes had a unique light Ariadne had only seen shining in the stars, and his face was much more handsome in the moonlight, as if the night literally suited him to perfection.

Here, in Velaris, it seemed as if Rhysand relaxed into a new person completely, gone were the scowls she had so often seen him make, the furrowed brows and the sharp edges of his face. It was as if the city soften him, or maybe it was the people inside the house, or both, she would dare say.

“I’m sorry, I-”

“No need to apologize, or to explain yourself. You’re not at court, Ariadne,” he rushed to cut her words off, a small, relaxed smile on his beautifully thin lips.

“Rhiannon tells me that all the time,” she sighed, leaning in the railing of the balcony.

“Because it’s the truth,” Rhysand approached her side, taking the same position she was, leaning in by her left.

“But for how long? Rhysand? A couple days more?” She looked at him, both harshness and tiredness dripping off her tone.

She had noticed that, only with Rhysand, she found herself being insolent, a little too much herself, some times. Maybe it was the way he purposely drove her to act like that, or something else entirely she hadn’t stop to think about.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound so harsh,” she adverted her eyes from his violet ones.

“Yes, yes you did,” her head snapped back at him, just in time to see the tiniest smile in his lips before he quickly took it back and pulled out something from a pocket of his black pants. “Here,” it was a thin, simple envelope, with only her name written in front of it.

“What is it?” She took it in her hands, and stared at him with a confused frown.

“Your Solstice present,” he answered with a tone of obviousness that made her want to roll her eyes, but she abstained from as she carefully opened the envelope.

Ariadne pulled out two papers from it, and stared at them in utter confusion.

“I’m sorry, I have no Idea what this is,” she admitted to Rhysand, and the male cocked his head to one side with a grin.

“They’re theater tickets, for tomorrow night.”

“Theatre?” Ariadne opened her eyes, this time in surprise, while Rhysand only raised a nonchalant shoulder, putting his hands in his pockets.

“I’ve noticed you like to hum to yourself when you think no one’s hearing. And Rhiannon mentioned how your eyes practically lit up when you saw the performers at the Rainbow. So I thought you might enjoy a function.”

Something in her chest tighten at the thought Rhysand being this attentive towards her. But it still didn’t surprise her that much, he always seemed to know how to read her before she learned how to read him.

“That’s…really thoughtful, thank you,” she smiled, genuinely smiled at him for the first time since they had met.

“But…” Ariadne raised her eyes from the tickets in her hands to look at him, one eyebrow higher than the other.

“But?”

“There’s a but,” it wasn’t exactly a question.

“There’s no…” Now it was his turn to raise an eyebrow, and when Ariadne saw the amusement in his violet eyes, she sighed and lowered her head again. “Okay fine, there is a but,” she swallowed hard, not being able to gather the courage to look up as she talked. “I don’t…know what a theatre is,” she felt stupid, as if it was something she should know by logic, but Rhysand didn’t mock her or made fun of her in any way, but instead seemed to be unaware of the little smirk that slipped on him.

“You will, tomorrow night.”

Ariadne simply nodded, and sighed when silence settled over them. Something in her heart was threatening to pound so hard she knew he would hear her if he concentrated, so she quickly opened her mouth to avoid that happening, if it hadn’t already did.

“There’s two,” she held out the two pieces of paper, and Rhysand nodded.

“Great observation.”

“There’s two because…” Ariadne raised one of her eyebrows, and he gave an only step closer.

“Because I will go with you.”

At his words, she tried harder to lower the overwhelming beats of her heart, knowing for a fact Rhysand had already had to hear it. Ariadne swallowed discreetly, and raised a questioning eyebrow.

“You will?”

“Yes,” he answered with no hesitation, making her look up at him.

There was only pure, total seriousness in his violet gaze, making Ariadne all the more confused.

“Why?” She couldn’t help the tone of her question, and quickly bit her words down at how harsh it had sounded.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Ariadne, I bought two because I love the theatre,” he shifted his weight on his feet as if uncomfortable, putting his hands in his pockets and adverting his eyes from hers.

Ariadne cursed herself internally for not figuring that out earlier. And felt embarrassed as she look down to the two theatre tickets.

“Yeah, right. Im sorry.”

Silence settled for a long while, Ariadne waited eagerly for him to walk away and stop making her feel the hot shame on her cheeks, yet that did not happen, as Rhysand never seemed to get the hint of her heartbeats sounding like hammers against her chest.

“So…are you coming with me, Ariadne?” Her name rolled off his tongue like sweet honey, coating each syllable with slow precision.

Ariadne raised her head towards him again, analyzing the harshness and softness of his stare, the angles of his face that hinted something else hidden in those sharp lines.

Today had been an unbelievable day, one full of feelings she had never thought she could feel again, and so it may have been those mixed feelings that made her heart flutter with the tiniest bit of excitement, and smile at the male staring at her with galaxies in his eyes to mutter words she probably will regret later.

“I would love to.”

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rainbowchaox · 1 year

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Monster of the week rancher au part 4: small things that make me happy.

1. The first time Tango makes Jimmy a bouquet was made of Poison Ivy. He is trying his best. Yes Jimmy grabbed it and now has to deal with his hands being itchy for the day or so

2. Impulses shitty van is the Nokia of cars. It can handle being throw like every weekend by the monster of the week but has the worst engine. Type of car that is on its last legs engine wise.

3. Jimmy and Grian Great Grandma used to be a moonshiner back in the day. And whenever they visit her she always said back in my day but like wack stuff. Ex: “Back in my day we would sunk you in the lake”

4. Jimmy is a western/cowboy nerd. So much that his dnd character he plays in his friend’s campaign is a cowboy. Has a whole ass collection of Clint Eastwood Movies.

5. Tango loves those wack conspiracy and alien/monster documentary. Solely to laugh at it because it’s always so off. Yes he watches documentaries about himself as well.

6. Tango has actual beef with the Mothman. Yes mothman exists in this au and tango is no brain just punch whenever he sees the mothman.

7. Jimmy has to keep a ladder in Impulses van because Tango gets stuck on the roofs of buildings so often.

8. Jimmy is a Eagle Scout and is lowkey bullied by the younger Boy Scouts. But at the same time the small kids will beat up others for their weird teen.

9. Jimmy is definitely a flannel bisexual. He always is wearing some sort of flannel overtop.

10. Jimmy mom always wins the community baking competition with her special Apple pies. No one knows her secret why they taste so good.

11. Tango has gotten his hand stuck in a Pringle can. Jimmy had to olive oil it out for him.

12. Scar has wore a overcoat and was like “Whata ya buyin” but instead it’s like potions and crystals. The teachers thinks he is selling drugs tho.

13. When Tango is really happy his purrs are so loud it shakes the room he is in like a earthquake.

14. Tango loves to be fully human but when only Grian is looking at him (especially when he’s over at their place for dinner) loves to show off slight monstrous traits. Like blinking with a second eye lid or smiling with way too much teeth.

15. Jimmy does know how to hunt but boy it took him forever for him to get a squirrel to present to Tango as a token of his affection. He is trying his best to monster flirt.

16. Tango because he doesn’t know how to human flirt does present dead animals usually deer to Jimmy as a way to flirt.

17. Tango is surprisingly rich af. It’s just he had no concept of money before meeting Jimmy and his human friends. He stole so much from campers and hikers.

18. Tango got manipulated into joining journalism once he went to the school as a student. And everyone in said journalism class is wanting to do a piece on him as the red stalker. But no one believes he is the red stalker even when he plainly admits that fact.

19. The fact is the one high vampire that can infect others in town is literally decades worth in debt and lives in the attic of his shitty tourist plus secret pawn shop trap. (Vampire Scott my beloved)

20. Tango doesn’t pass the mirror test. He sees his reflection he thinks it’s someone else. On his bad days he may try attacking the stranger. Tango is a feral good boy. But I never said he was smart.

#team rancher #rancher duo #monster of the week rancher au

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daidonzo · 1 year

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Chapter 29 - Oh, take me back to the start...

You blinked in the harsh light.

Your hands were being gripped by someone, so you opted for letting your now-watery eyes adjust to the brightness of the room, slowly.

The noise of someone crying.

You wanted to frown, but it hurt to move your face.

"Water?" You croaked, because your tongue felt like a strange object inside of your mouth. Dry as sandpaper.

Someone placed a little plastic cup near your mouth, and you swallowed its contents, almost anxiously. You coughed, your throat raw, your breath wheezing.

"Mum?" You suddenly recognized the person who was holding your hands. It was also were the bawling was coming from. You stared at a woman that looked like your carbon copy, only with a different hair color and twenty-something more years under her belt.

Your words made the woman cry even more. She was inconsolable. Why was she so sad?

"We're so glad you are finally awake."

"Dad?"

You were so confused. What did they mean, finally awake? What the… Were they doing in Japan? And your entire face and body, why did they hurt so badly? You suddenly felt the need to scream. You inhaled deeply, filling your lungs, preparing to give free rein to your instincts when you remembered.

You had been walking out of a coffee shop, expensive chai latte in hand. And then what? Did you fall asleep?

"What is happening?" It was not a horrendous scream what came out of your mouth, but a sad whisper. You felt like something had been taken away from you. Something important.

Your parents told you everything.

You were in the hospital.

A meteorite had hit Tokyo, causing devastation in and around Shibuya.

There were many, many people dead.

"Tell me their names." You demanded. You propped up on your elbows. It hurt badly, but you refused to lay down. Suddenly, knowing who had died was the most important thing in the world. But why? You had been alone… Hadn't you?

Your parents told you. There were a lot of people in the hospital, but the ones they listed had been already confirmed dead.

You didn't know who it was that you were looking for but they weren't there.

Your parents stayed for a bit longer. In that time, they told you about how lucky you were to still be alive - your heart had stopped for a little bit over a minute, but started beating again after the doctors performed CPR. You still had plenty of injuries; you had a big dark bruise across your cheek and other just as bad on your jaw, your lips were broken and bloated beyond recognition. A huge bump on your head. Cuts on one of your hands, your torso, arm and shoulders.

But you were still alive.

"Your parents seem nice." A voice said, from behind the curtain that separated your side of the room with that of your neighbor's, once they had left. A girl, about your age, maybe? She spoke to you in English, but you replied back in Japanese.

"They try." You smiled, softly. They were nice. You were lucky to have them. "They told me I look like an absolute monster, tho."

The girl you were talking to opened the curtain, so that she could have a look at you. She was wearing a pink hospital gown and had dreadlocks in her hair. She was really pretty, cute as a button, and had friendly expression to her which was what you liked most.

"It's not that bad! Seriously." She said after looking at your face for a while. "At least you will have a believable excuse for skipping work or uni. Me? What I'm going to say? My ribs hurt so much… If it wasn't because the doctor will give me the sick leave they wouldn't believe me. Plus, with those lips you look like Angelina Jolie."

You laughed, then winced in pain, then kept laughing a little bit more. You talked for a while, and you learned she was also here because of the meteorite. She told you her name was Kuina and you told her yours.

"This is going to sound weird… But I feel as if we know each other already." You said, all smiles. "Maybe meeting girls in the hospital after a horrible accident is the best way to make friends." Like meeting drunk girls in the bathroom of a club. Instant friendship.

"I feel like that too!" She exclaimed, happily, clapping her hands together. "I have an idea. The food in here sucks so, why don't we order some take away and go get it to the entrance of the hospital? We can pretend that we are visiting someone."

"With this face?" You pointed at yourself, and then turned to look at the clothing your parents had brought you. You tilted your head to one side. Sweaters, jeans, joggers, underwear… And a baseball cap. Might work. "Okay, let's do it." You nodded excitedly, and jumped out of the hospital bed. If by jumped, one meant slowly and very carefully got down, cautiously moving each limb to test the damage. Kuina was placing an order already, getting dressed once that was done.

You got dressed as well, putting on some white jeans, a pink oversize sweater, sneakers and the baseball cap. Perfect disguise.

You both left your room, giggling quietly to yourselves, standing upright and pretending to find the walls extremely interesting every single time you came across a nurse or a doctor.

You found the entrance to the hospital and sat on a bench to wait for your food, getting to know each other, talking about inconsequential stuff. Which was just what you needed.

You were laughing-grimacing-laughing (why did having fun had to be so painful?) about something your new friend had said when you noticed someone was staring at you.

A good-looking guy with blonde hair down to his shoulders, wearing a pair of black jeans and a white t-shirt, who was signing some papers by the reception desk. Probably another meteor victim getting released from the hospital. Or just someone normal, who had, who knows, gastroenteritis?

You looked at each other. You felt a sense of longing you had never experienced before.

Kuina snapped her fingers in front of your eyes. "Hey! Where did you go?"

"Okay, don't look…" You looked from the mysterious blonde man to her, but kept switching from one to the other every few seconds. You didn't want him to disappear. "There's a hot guy who is looking at me."

You facepalmed, when she, quite literally, turned her whole body around so that she could look at the blonde. "Who, that?"

"Lower your voice, Kuina!" You were turning a deep red color, and seeing as your face was already purple-ish, you were sure that was not such a good look on you.

The handsome man was smirking, obviously having noticed you were speaking about him.

And he started walking towards you.

Kuina was dying of laughter, covering her mouth with her hand to try and muffle the sound. You were just surprised smoke was not coming out of your ears.

"Hello. Sorry to bother you, do we know each other?"

You were about to say "No, but do you want to know me?" in a stupid attempt to flirt when you thought better about it. About that sense of longing, that had done nothing but increase the closer he got. About, how, suddenly and ridiculously, the only thing you wanted was to be on his arms. Because you were convinced they would feel like home.

"I'm not sure."

"Maybe we have seen each other around at the hospital?"

"I just woke up today for the first time. I got hit by that meteorite. I went into cardiac arrest." You couldn't stop talking. The way he looked at you with those bewitching brown eyes was so intense. You showed him a lopsided grin. "According to the doctors I actually hit my head very, very hard and quite a few times, so it might be that we actually have seen each other before and I just don't remember."

"I would remember you."

The look Kuina gave you seemed to say "What are you doing you haven't asked for his number already!? He is soooooooo into you", eyebrows raised and eyes widened. She pretended to receive a phone call and stood up, moving a few steps away from you, while she mouthed the words "ASK HIM OUT" as clearly as she possibly could.

You took your cap off, placed it on your lap, and run your hands through your hair, not really knowing what to say.

"The thing is…" The stranger continued. "I do remember you, I just can't place you. But I also was there when the meteorite hit, and also went into cardiac arrest, so I guess not remembering something or someone is not out of the question."

"Maybe we met right before the meteorite hit and we have post-traumatic stress so none of us remember." You shrugged, saying, as always, the first thing that came to mind. Why did you have to be so awkward? "I guess then we should meet again. Have a second-first meeting."

You extended your hand, trying to look serious, but that smile hadn't left your lips.

He shook it. His touch made you feel starving for more.

"Name's Chishiya."

Why did it feel like it was the second, or even third time you were hearing those words?

#chishiya x fem!reader #chishiya x reader #chishiya fanfic #chishiya angst #chishiya #chishiya fluff #chishiya fic #aib chishiya #chishiya x y/n #chishiya x you #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya alice in borderland #shuntaro chishiya #shuntaro chishiya x reader #Spotify #as much as you want

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am-i-sans · 10 months

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dnd adventures 23

its the next morning and cam comes out of eeby deeby!

dans informs cam that undyne almost died and that steve is an evil demon thing. cam is like "wtf"

dans is a little salty against tori for, ya know,imprisoning suzy and frog behind a stone wall. suzy is also like 'fuck tori' dans calls out cam for parenting the kids yet not wanting to be involved with this. the group is in shambles.

cam says they also wouldve trapped them and dans calls them out on it. dess interjects and calls cam an idiot. suzy also calls out cam and says they couldnt have known. tori shows up and explains that a fireball blew up half a block so....

(we got sidetracked arguing about how to cook pizza)

dans says that he understands, but tori left them defenseless and taking away their choice was wrong. undyne starts waking up thank god. cam walks toward the tent and asks if shes ok. undyne says shes gonna kick steve's ass. cam tries to claim they set up the camp and dans is like "the fuck you did it was all me"

dans feeds undyne breakfast. suzy: hey you, your finally awake. (fuck you moss lol) dans starts picking up some of the camp. vani steals the scarf from cam and begins running in circles.

as chaos ensues, this gnome pops up and vani runs right into it. cam tackles vani for the scarf but vani dropped it and is war dancing the gnome.

(moss wtf is this)

cam steps in front of suzy and is like wtf is that. undyne walks over and is also like wtf. it says its god? dans asks which god. it claims its moss wtf. dess is just watching this like wtf. undyne drops to her knees and is so disappointed. it says its not what she looks like but she has to deal.

dans walks over and picks it up lol. it has frog legs even tho it looks like a worm? cam is so worried lol. undyne sighs and asks god what they want. god thought undyne might want answers about steve. god says its all steve's fault. cam asks why god let dans fuck him and dans is like 'stfu'. gods like 'not my business'

undyne wants to beat steve and has to find a way to get stronger. dess insists god sent dans here JUST to fuck steve. Xiphactinus is his name. undyne asks if he has any weaknesses. (suzy is laughing at how dumb god looks and tori is just lost af)

cam asks god wtf is up with dess. undyne says dess's employer yelled at her lol. dess mutters under her breath in deep speech. god tells undyne something vague. tori asks why. god says steve wanted to fuck shit up in the mortal realm and moss sent undyne to stop him and thats why steve wants her dead.

dans asks why he wants to fuck shit up but god doesnt know. undyne is pumped to kill him. cam says we cant defeat him ourselves but undyne says we gotta buff up! undyne tells god to point where enemies are to we can get stronger. cam also says they need to get stronger.

dans offers to put god in the bag of holding so we can call upon them whenever. undyne says we gotta go back to that magical shop to gear up. cam is worried about leaving steve at that town, dans says that he either killed everyone or he left.

dess points out that frog isnt there. dans reminds them that frog left. dans finds frog and shows them moss. tori and dess also found frog. undyne and cam got lost. frog is talking to a bush?

tori hidden steps over to check. dess tells frog that tori is being weird but frog is used to it. cam and undyne are lost lol. undyne tosses cam into the air to see where they are and they spot them.

frog is like wtf is that. dans introduces moss. moss turns his head all the way around like an owl and dans puts her down when asked. just digs into the ground. frog says they made a friend and goes back to the bush.

wtf.

undyne and cam show up. dans says god went home and that frog made a friend. frog says his name is blobbo. dans asks if it can talk but frog says no. frog says cam can pet it. vani comes over and sniffs blobbo. undyne says frog is responsible for it. tori stops being invisible. frog insists their gonna be the best pet owner ever.

undyne tells frog were going back to buddings and doing some shopping! frog forgot about steve cause they were in a wall and dans side glances at tori. everyone argues about all of this about letting frog fight. dans and suzy are the only ones on frogs side. undyne cuts off the argument and makes us leave.

were at the store! dans gives undyne 150 gold cause he still cares about her. dess is confused that dans isnt buying shit with his dick lol. undyne cant afford what she wants smh so she goes for a shield and trades her old one for a discount on a new shield. dess tells dans to give frog an automatic pistol and then leaves. sadly moss said they dont sell wonderous items so like...i dont want anything.

dess tries to steal and succeeds. (i caved and bought the players handbook) dess tries to steal 50 bags of 1000 ball bearings each. wtf. i also remove dans ability to use guns since moss really doesnt want that and give him a different feat called war caster. cam bought frog a cool rock and is back to haggling. cam went eeby deeby.

someone stops dess and asks for the receipt for the battleaxe they stole. they point out theres a tag. dess fails the speech check. shes standing by me lol. she shoves 15 gold with ball bearings under them and shoves it in his hand and runs. we go.

when we leave we suddenly wind up in a different town and soupnik is there. Thomgrom (wtf moss) dess says we should find a tavern and if there isnt one then we should leave. undyne always rolls badly for inestigation and wanders off lol. we get to the tavern.

undyne asks the bartender if they've had any monster issues lately. dess apologizes for undynes brashness. yep they got issues. somethings moved into the mineshaft and gestures to some other guy whos a dwarf.

something is in there eating people. looks like a purple worm. undyne is ready to go kick some ass. she runs out lol. dans asks the guy where the mineshaft it. frog shows undyne the hand trick for a compass lol. undyne picks up dans and makes him lead the way and shes booking it lol.

we get there to a screeching halt, she puts dans down and she just rushes in. she somehow runs back out lost. dans welcomes her back and asks if she wants to wait for everyone else. everyone shows up so in we go. (vani joins the party lol) we can hear rocks being eaten.

undyne signals us to stop when she hears the crunching and slowly leads us forward. we see the worm eating another tunnel. undyne asks if were ready and then she stabs it in the ass. were fighting The Purple Worm.

it screeches when undyne stabs its ass and whips around pissed as hell. undyne yells back lol. suzy missed but hit one. dess casts frost fingers. tori casts lighting bolt down its throat. the worm got a negative save so moss gave it double damage thats 88 wtf. dans crits eldrich blast. vani bites its face. frog tries to talk to it but the worm cant understand language. worm attacks suzy! suzy needs to dex save! IT SWALLOWED SUZY! it bites undyne and poisons her!

undyne jumps into its mouth, attacking it, and going to save suzy! the worm spits both of them out prone. undyne had also cast sanctuary on herself. everyone is like wtf. dess is shocking grasp the worm and then misses the axe. tori yet again lighting down the throat. worm got a 0. tori killed the worm!

dans runs over and uses presti to clean suzy and undyne. we level up pog. dans is currently in a trance with his patron. suzy and undyne think tori's lighting was awesome. dans snaps back its all good. dans asks suzy if shes ok. he also asks where tori got that firepower. undyne thinks there might be more worms. dans thinks there might be eggs. also dans new max hp is 69. nothing else is in the cave.

undyne tries to drag the body outside lol but fails so we go back to town and let them know. its been a few hours so when we get back the dude we talked too is gone. we tell the bartender the worm is dead. its a different bartender but the guys just like 'ok?' undyne tells frog good job for staying out of the fight and frog just stares at her blankly. frog is fuckin pissed and we discuss the ways frog can get revenge.

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Infinity War Part 1

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A/N: Sweet JEEBUS, that GIF tho!!! That is all. Enjoy!

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Status Report:

Steven Grant Rogers will be lucky if he lives to see another day when I’m through with him. Don’t worry, I have an entirely valid reason for wanting to beat him up, but I’ll give you more information strictly for your benefit.

Right after we broke everyone out of the Raft and brought Bucky and Jess to Wakanda, Steve went to form a team of what was left of the Avengers on his side while I stayed in the States to help Scott and Clint strike a deal with the government for house arrest since imprisonment would be too tough on their families (obviously behind the scenes, because I was technically still a fugitive). Steve gradually started checking in less and less until it had been a month since I’d last heard from anybody, but that didn’t stop me from doing what needed to be done.

I dug my old S.H.I.E.L.D. catsuit out of the archives at the Compound to repurpose it for my needs (FRIDAY helped me sneak in because she knows the truth about the Bucky situation), then went around the country as a vigilante to help out wherever I could. Not that I’d ever admit it, but I’d scroll through pictures of Steve and me as well as all the romantic text messages he sent before everything went to shit at night. And this went on for about 2 years.

And going along with that, seeing as Wanda didn’t have a Visa and technically wasn’t allowed to be in America, I formally adopted her paperwork and all so she could stay, even if the both of us were still on the run from the government. She’d check in with me every once and a while to let me know she and Vision were okay and to make sure I wasn’t dead, but just like Steve, the check-ins stopped coming, which made me freak out and start searching frantically for the both of them, because it was a lot more dangerous for her to stop checking in than it was for Steve.

After about 2 weeks of searching, I finally found them in Edinburgh, Scotland, because Vision had turned off his transponder without warning so he and Wanda could have some alone time (I don’t remember Steve and me ever being like that, but whatever). I was understandably furious with the both of them because if they weren’t careful, Ross and his guys could have found the both of them and taken Wanda back to the Raft, which I simply was not going to put up with (those assholes put her in a frickin straight-jacket and a shock collar, for God’s sake).

I dropped through the ceiling of the train station and saw Wanda cradling Vision (who appeared to have a stab wound through his chest) in her arms. I was too annoyed to ask what had happened to him, and I started chewing the two of them out like the angry mother I was. I said, “Two weeks, Wanda Pauline Maximoff. Two weeks! I have been worried sick for the both of you, and then when I finally find you, Vision has gotten himself impaled. Alone time sure was a great idea, wasn’t it?”, (she wanted to keep her last name, which wasn’t a problem for me) and Wanda looked at the ground sheepishly before mumbling, “No, Steph.”

Then two alien people crashed through the ceiling, so I snapped back to reality, and Wanda and I prepared to defend Vision. The girl alien (at least I think it was a girl) stared at the wall across the platform as a train passed, and when I turned my head, a man was standing in the shadows. His figure looked vaguely familiar to me, but I wasn’t sure why (I hate when that happens). The girl alien threw her giant spear at him, but he caught it and stood it at his side. He stepped out of the shadows, and behind his brown shaggy beard and brown hair, his face triggered something deep inside me. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but Wanda definitely looked relieved when she saw him for some reason.

Sam flew in a few seconds later and Falcon Kicked™ the girl alien through a shop window, then Nat came running in with short platinum blonde hair to catch the alien spear the mystery man threw to her before she stabbed the guy (🤷‍♀️) alien in the stomach. Rose came running in with short jet black hair to snatch up the dying alien’s spear, Mystery Guy came over and caught the spear when Rose threw it to him to help Nat, then they fought with the chick until she was finally knocked back by Sam kicking her again.

The girl tried to get the guy to stand up, but he couldn’t because of his injury, and Nat said, “We don’t wanna kill you, but we will,” so the girl said, “You’ll never get the chance again,” then pressed a button on her arm, and the two of them were teleported away, the alien spear getting pulled from Mystery Guy’s hand as well. After the aliens teleported away, the four of them came over to us, and Sam helped Wanda get Vision on his feet.

Vision looked at Mystery Guy, then said, “Thank you, Captain,” and the guy said, “Let’s get you on the jet,” and started to walk away, but when I heard his voice, I started putting the pieces together (as mixed up in my mind as they were). I stood up and said, “Wait. Who are you? I’d like to thank the guy who saved me and my daughter,” so he stopped, then turned around, and after I got a good look at him, I noticed that there was an outline of a star set in the chest of his suit, and my mind finally clicked.

I said, “Steve?”, and his eyes softened before he said, “Hey, Stephanie,” confirming my mind even more. I stepped closer to him, brought a hand up to his cheek, and when I looked into his sparkling ocean blue eyes, my heart fluttered and I whispered, “Oh, my god. Steve…,” then after a few seconds of smiling at each other, my smile dropped and I slapped him across the face with my other hand, making everyone else wince and say, “Ooh!”

Steve rubbed his face where my hand made contact and said, “Yeah, I deserved that,” after a couple of seconds, so I said, “Damn right, you did! Two years, Steven Grant Rogers. Two years! At first, I was fine with it because you’d check in every now and then, but then you just stopped replying to my messages! Do you have any idea how shitty that feels?! For all I knew, you could have been dead, and I was leaving voicemails on a dead man’s phone for the last two years like a total loser. You had me worried sick, Rogers. Sick! God, I’m so angry at you, I could just…,” but I didn’t get to finish my tirade because he grabbed my face, pulled me closer, and crashed his lips to mine in a desperately passionate kiss (something that I’ve been craving from him ever since he got out of touch), making me grab his wrists and kiss him back.

He pulled his lips away, then wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug and buried his face in my hair. I heard him mumble, “God, I’ve missed you, Steph,” so I hugged him back and said, “I missed you, too, Stevie,” tears threatening to well up in my eyes. He released his grip on me, and I cupped his face in my hands before I said, “Never do that to me ever again,” so he grabbed my wrists and said, “I won’t. You have my word,” and I gave him another quick kiss before I went over to Nat, Rose, and Sam to give them hugs.

We got on the jet, and as the bay door closed, Nat said, “Now, I thought we had a deal. Stay close, check in, don’t take any chances,” and Wanda said, “I’m sorry. We just wanted time,” so I put a hand on her knee and said, “I get it, Hon. But next time, promise me you’ll let someone know first so we can come help out if something goes wrong,” making her nod in agreement and say, “I promise, Steph,” before I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and squeezed slightly in a loving fashion.

Sam said, “Where to, Cap?”, and Steve replied, “Home,” making me raise an eyebrow at him because, by the looks of him and everyone else, they haven’t been home in at least the amount of time Steve had been out of touch. I got up from where I was sitting after a few minutes of thinking, then I walked over to Steve before grabbing his arm and tugging him to the other side of the jet, and he must’ve known I had something on my mind because he let me drag him along without any resistance (sometimes I hate that he knows me so damn well).

I said, “I need to have a serious talk with you, Rogers. I really hope you didn’t assume that two kisses and a hug fixed everything,” and he replied, “Of course not. I may be an idiot, but I’m not that big of an idiot,” so I made a face and said, “Mmm, that’s debatable,” making him let out a small chuckle (wow, I really missed his smile (ugh, focus!)). I said, “I’m sure you were very busy with your vigilante justice and being on the run and all that, but I honestly feel kind of hurt that you just stopped keeping me in the loop without so much as a head’s up. I spent two years in the States, all by myself. I was state-hopping, keeping an eye on Wanda and Vision, and going insane with worry for you after I stopped receiving updates. Did you ever stop for even a second to consider how that would make me feel?”, making him shoot a guilty look at me.

I must have started crying, because he wiped away a stray tear that I didn’t know had fallen with his thumb, then said, “I really am sorry, Stephanie. I know I never should have dropped off the face of the earth on you like that, but we were still under a lot of surveillance, and I didn’t want Ross to go after you if he found out you were still in contact with me. I love you too much to let you get sent to the Raft for an indefinite amount of time,” making me smile and say, “Thank you for the explanation, and I love you, too. I’m still a little bit mad at you, but then again, I’m dating Steve Rogers. If I’m not at least annoyed with you 80% of the time, something is wrong.”

He smiled, then nodded and said, “You’ve got a point there,” before wrapping his arms around me in a hug and kissing my forehead. I loosened my grip slightly to look him in the eye, and I put a hand to his cheek while saying, “I’m gonna say it. You look really hot with a beard, Cap,” so he chuckled slightly before grabbing my hand, saying, “Glad you’re a fan,” and kissing me gently. I smiled against his lips, then buried my face in his chest after he pulled away to hold him close, relishing in the fact that my Stevie was back with me again.

We landed at the Compound an hour or so later (which kind of confused me, because the Accords pretty much banished us from the building), and we walked into the lab area to see Rhodey talking with a hologram of Secretary Ross (god, I hate that guy). Steve said, “Mr. Secretary,” and he said, “You’ve got some nerve. I’ll give you that,” which made Nat say, “You could use some of that right now,” which made me let out a snort of laughter and lean into Steve’s back.

Ross continued, “The world’s on fire. And you think all is forgiven?”, so Steve said, “I’m not looking for forgiveness. And I’m way past asking permission. Earth just lost her best defender. So we’re here to fight. And if you wanna stand in our way… we’ll fight you, too,” which made me step out from behind him and put a hand on the place where his star used to be while saying, “Steve…,” which made my presence known to Rhodey and Ross alike.

He said, “Ah, Commander Carter. It’s been a while. How have you been?”, so I shot an incredulous look at him before saying, “If you think you have any business speaking to me like we’re on good terms after everything you put my friends - no, my family - and my daughter through… then you can go to hell. I may not have the legal ability I used to have, but when it comes to the people I love and care about, I will not hesitate to tear you apart and watch you burn,” making him shoot a hard look at me before turning to Rhodey and saying, “Arrest them.”

Rhodey said, “All over it,” then ended the conference, and after the holograms disappeared, he said, “That’s a court-martial. It’s great to see you, Cap,” and stepped forward to shake his hand. Steve said, “You too, Rhodey,” and he chuckled slightly before giving Nat and Rose hugs. He shot me a look and said, “Can I give you a hug, too, Steph?”, so I smiled and said, “Yeah, go for it,” before stepping forward and giving him a quick squeeze.

He released me, then after he looked around at all of us, he said, “Wow. You guys… really look like crap. Must’ve been a rough couple years,” so Sam said, “Yeah, well, the hotels weren’t exactly five star,” and I let out a small laugh before a voice I haven’t heard in two very long years said, “Uh, I think you look great.”

All of us looked to where the voice came from, and Bruce Frickin Banner was standing on the other side of the room. He walked towards us, then said, “Uh… Yeah, I’m back,” and I could have sworn I saw Rose relax like she had collapsed onto a memory foam mattress after a long-ass day. She smiled and said, “Hi, Bruce,” so he tensed slightly and played with his hands for a little bit before saying, “Rose,” and there was a short silence before Sam mumbled, “This is awkward,” making Vision and Wanda shoot a look at him.

We moved to another room to discuss what went down, and Rhodey said, “So we gotta assume they’re coming back, right?”, Wanda added, “And they can clearly find us,” so Bruce said, “We need all hands on deck. Where’s Clint?”, before turning to look at Rose, who said, “After the whole Accords situation, he and Scott took a deal that Steph helped them strike,” and Nat added, "It was too tough on their families. They’re on house arrest.”

Bruce said, “Who’s Scott?”, and Steve said, “Ant-Man,” making him say, “There’s an Ant-Man, a Spider-Man, and an Arachnid-Girl?”, so I said, “A lot changed while you were gone,” and smiled at him before he continued, “Okay, look. Thanos has the biggest army in the universe… and he is not gonna stop until he- he gets… Vision’s stone,” which made all of us look over at the android. Nat said, "Well, then we have to protect it,” but Vision said, “No, we have to destroy it,” making all of us turn to look at him.

He said, “I’ve been giving a good deal of thought to this entity in my head. About its nature. But also its composition. I think if it were exposed to a sufficiently powerful energy source… something very similar to its own signature, perhaps… its molecular integrity could fail,” so Wanda said, “Yeah, and you with it. We’re not having this conversation,” which made me exchange a look with Steve, because as far as Wanda and I are concerned, Steve is her dad just as much as I’m her mom, with or without adoption papers.

Vision said, “Eliminating the stone is the only way to be certain that Thanos can’t get it,” and Wanda said, “That’s too high a price,” so Vision cupped her face in his hands and said, “Only you have the power to pay it,” but she drew back and walked away from him, making me sigh, because I didn’t need telepathic abilities to know what she was thinking ((adoptive) mother’s intuition, I guess). Vision said, “Thanos threatens half the universe. One life cannot stand in the way of defeating him,” and Steve said, “But it should. We don’t trade lives, Vision,” so Vision replied, “Captain, 70 years ago, you laid down your life… to save how many millions of people? Tell me, why is this any different?”

Steve almost made a response, but Bruce cut in and said, "Because you might have a choice,” which made Steve, me, and Vision look over at him. He continued, “Your mind is made up of a complex construct of overlays. Jarvis, Ultron, Tony, me, the stone. All of them mixed together, all of them learning from one another,” so I said, “You’re saying that Vision isn’t just the stone?”, and Bruce said, “I’m saying that if we take out the stone… there’s still a whole lot of Vision left. Perhaps the best parts,” making Nat say, “Can we do that?”

Bruce said, “Not me, not here,” and Rhodey said, “Well, you better find someone and somewhere fast. Ross isn’t just gonna let you guys have your old rooms back,” so I exchanged a look with Steve, and he said, “I know somewhere,” making me smile and grab his hand. All of us loaded back onto the Quinjet to head off to the home of a certain friend in high places, and when we were getting close, Steve went up to Sam and said, “Drop to 2600, heading 0-3-0,” which earned Sam’s reply of, “I hope you’re right about this. Or we’re gonna land a lot faster than you want to,” before doing as he was told.

Just as we were about to ram into the side of a cliff, it melted away to reveal Wakanda, home of King T'Challa, the Black Panther. We landed the jet, and when the door opened, T'Challa, General Okoye, and the Dora Milaje were waiting for us. Steve said, “Seems like I’m always thanking you for something,” and shook his hand, and for some reason, Bruce bowed. Rhodey said, “What are you doing?”, and T'Challa said, “Uh, we don’t do that here,” making me and Rose fight to contain snorts while Bruce shot a glare at Rhodey, who only smirked in response.

T'Challa said, “So how big of an assault should we expect?”, so Bruce said, “Uh, sir- sir, I think you should expect quite a big assault,” and Nat said, “How we looking?”, earning T'Challa’s reply of, “You will have my Kingsguard, the Border Tribe, the Dora Milaje, and…,” before he gestured to Bucky (with much longer hair and a full beard) and Jess (with a pixie-bob cut parted to frame the left side of her face), who were walking towards us. Bucky said, “And a semi-stable 100-year-old man and a water bender,” and Jess smacked his chest playfully before giving him a quick kiss on the lips, which made my eyebrows raise slightly in surprise, but I didn’t question it. Bucky hugged Steve, and Steve said, “How you been, Buck?”, so he replied, “Uh, not bad, for the end of the world,” and Jess said, “Bucky…,” making him shoot her a grin and say, “I’m kidding, Doll,“ while raising his arms in mock-surrender.

Jess rolled her eyes lovingly, then hugged me and said, "Good to see you again, Steph. Did you dye your hair?”, before pointing to my dark brown hair (normally my hair is more dirty blonde), so I said, “Yeah. Had to do something to keep the feds off my scent. And your hair looks way different, too! Why did you cut it?”, earning her reply of, “Well, since I’ve been training with Okoye and the Dora Milaje, I felt weird being the only one with long hair while everyone else was bald. So I decided to get it cut!”, while shrugging happily. I nodded in understanding, then Bucky said, "And she looks fantastic,” before wrapping his new vibranium arm around her waist and kissing her temple.

Jess scrunched her nose and squealed playfully in response, and Steve said, “Good for you, Pal. I always knew you’d find a dynamite gal to get you through,” which made them smile at each other before saying, “Thank you,” making me wrap an arm around Steve and squeeze slightly because I was so frickin happy that they got together (her and I were Text Buds™ while she was in Wakanda waiting for Bucky to get better, and I was still stateside on my vigilante expedition).

Vision was taken to the lab of T'Challa’s little sister, Shuri, who is the resident tech genius in Wakanda that designed all of the weapons and gear T'Challa and the Dora Milaje use with the power of vibranium, as well as the technology the Wakandans use for everyday things. And this is impressive because she’s only 16 years old (crazy, right? The Spider Kid and Rebecca would adore her if they were here).

She did a scan of Vision with her Kimoyo Beads (Bruce was very impressed with the hologram technology) before she said, “The structure is polymorphic,” so Bruce said, “Right, we had to attach each neuron non-sequentially,” and when she said, “Why didn’t you just reprogram the synapses to work collectively?”, Vision shot him a look before he said, “Because we didn’t think of it?”, earning Shuri’s reply of, “Well, I’m sure you did your best,” making me let out a snort.

Wanda said, “Can you do it?”, and Shuri said, “Yes, but there are more than two trillion neurons here. One misalignment could cause a cascade of circuit failures. It will take time, brother,” so Steve said, “How long?”, earning her reply of, “As long as you can give me,” before the alarms started going off, and Okoye pulled up a hologram of the Earth with her own Kimoyo Beads. She said, “Something’s entered the atmosphere,” and all of us looked out the window to see weird alien-like ships crashing around the Wakandan border.

Vision said, “It’s too late. We need to destroy the stone now,” and started to get up, but Nat snapped, “Vision, get your ass back on the table,” before stalking over to him, and T'Challa said, “We will hold them off,” while walking past Steve and me. Steve said, “Wanda, as soon as that stone’s out of his head… you blow it to hell,” so she said, “I will,” and I kissed her on the forehead before saying, “You’ll stay safe, right, Hon?”, making her smile and say, “Yes, Steph. I’ll be safe,” then T'Challa said, “Evacuate the city. Engage all defenses. And get this man a shield,” while pointing at Steve.

He nodded slightly, then Shuri said, “Miss Carter, follow me please. I have something for you,” so I squeezed Steve’s hand before walking away while pulling my hair into a ponytail (and if you know anything about me, you know that means I mean serious business). I followed her to the heart of her lab, and she said, “After your first visit, I immediately got to work on these after taking a look at your old suit. These are the 19th versions, but they were only a passion project until now,” before pressing a button, making three white dummies of a female figure with belts made of tiny snowflakes around their waists rise from the floor, one white, one red, and one black.

I walked up to them, then after admiring them for a few seconds, I said, “What exactly are these for?”, so she replied, “Don’t you wish you could put on or take off your suit at a moment’s notice?”, and when I nodded, she walked over to me and scanned my neck with her beads. She said, “Tell it to go on in your mind,” so I did as I was told, then red particles came flowing out of the snowflake belts until all three dummies were covered in a red suit with embellishments corresponding to the belt color, making my jaw drop.

She laughed and said, “I thought you’d like that. The entire suit sits in the branches of the snowflakes. I designed them so you could wear one with any outfit you choose and it wouldn’t stand out. At first, I thought about making only a red belt, but then I realized that red doesn’t go with much, so I made two other ones to give you options,” and while I ran my hand over one of the suits, she said, “Strike one. But not too hard,” making me turn to look at her.

I said, “Just… hit it anywhere?”, and she said, “Mmm-hmm,” so I grabbed the one with the white embellishments by the shoulder, then socked it in the stomach, making the place where I punched it glow white. I said, “What the…?”, and ran my hand over the glowing area, so Shuri said, “The nanites absorb the kinetic energy and hold it in place for redistribution. I made my brother and Miss Lewis’ suits with the same technology,” making me say, “Huh. Cool. But what’ll happen when I do my ice thing? Will I still be able to fly?”, with my hand still on the suit.

Shuri said, "Yes, but it will be much easier for you now. Watch this,” then pressed another button, and the dummies turned the same shade of blue I do when I go icy (I yanked my hand away because it startled me), the suits reacting and turning blue as well. The dummies went back to white after Shuri pressed the button again (the suits returned to their normal color shortly after), then she said, “The suit will react to the change in your heat signature, and the nanites will change their structure so you can fly. And when you change back, the suit won’t be brittle like your current one, so it won’t hinder your movement.”

I smiled and said, “These are amazing, Princess, but I feel kind of guilty taking these without giving you something in return,” earning her reply of, “Well, then we can call it a thank you for coming to protect my country. And call me Shuri,” making me smile before telling the suits to go back into the belts. Shuri said, “They are waiting for you, Winter Rose,” so I smirked, grabbed the black belt, then took off to take off my catsuit and put the belt on over my black tank top and leggings. I told it to go on, then I dashed out of the lab while putting on one of the matching cowls Shuri had made (obviously made of vibranium) to catch up with the others, ready for whatever intergalactic shit Thanos decided to throw at us.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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The Chronicles of the Dark One: Fathers and Sons

Chapter 43: A New Lifetime Outlook

That was it. That was the deep, long, passionate kiss he'd dreamed he'd give to her the moment he got back. The kind that begged him to hold her closer and tighter, to deny himself breath in favor of her body. It was everything that promised a night of nothing but each other. It was so perfect it made him want to cry. Cry and lose himself in her until morning came. This beat Granny's. This beat Granny's by a mile.

But before he could slide his hands to where they wanted to go, she pulled away from him, looked up into his eyes, and smiled so brilliantly that he couldn't help but return the gesture.

"I don't think I've ever seen you smile this much," she stated.

"It's been a long time since I had something to smile about." He meant it to be a simple correction, but the moment he said it, he was suddenly aware of just how true it was. When was the last time he'd been able to smile so freely because he'd had everything he wanted? Certainly not since the town line. Perhaps he'd smiled before that, but it wouldn't have been the same when Bae wasn't in his life. He'd not smiled while Belle had been dead, and even when he'd had her in the Enchanted Forest, he'd always kept himself guarded. Before Belle, there was his time with Bae, which was relatively good, but money problems had always kept him busy and miserable even when he'd been happy with his son.

It hadn't just been a long time since he'd had something to smile about; it might have been that he'd never had this much to smile about. What a feeling…

"These can't be comfortable," she whispered, giving the collar of his jacket a teasing tug that brought him crashing back into the present.

He was standing in his shop in Storybrooke, wearing black leather pants and a high-collared crocodile skin jacket reminiscent of his days as the Dark One. That was what he'd been aiming for when he conjured the clothing, to embrace who he was on the inside and meet death with bravery. Now he wanted to be the kind of man who lived a quiet life with his wife in Storybrooke, who invited his son and grandson over for dinner regularly, and enjoyed every second he had to the fullest. And these clothes were certainly neither fitting for that life nor enjoyable to wear.

"They don't exactly have fond memories attached to them," he agreed with a nod and chuckle. Fortunately, he'd once enchanted a drawer in this shop to provide clothes for whoever needed them. At the time, it was Belle, but now he was thrilled that it would work for him as well. He'd walked into this store as the Dark One, ready to literally bury his father and conclude a chapter in his life. He would walk out as Mr. Gold, father, grandfather, and hopefully someday quite soon, husband.

"Can you get me my things? In the bottom drawer of that cabinet?"

Belle was quick to nod and pull herself away from him and go to the drawer that he'd indicated. From within it, he watched as she pulled free a stack of clothes and perfectly tailored accessories similar to what he had back at the house. She took her time, laying them out for him bit by bit as he set to unlacing the knee-high boots he'd worn in the jungle all this time. Oh, he'd forgotten how much he hated removing his boots in the Enchanted Forest; the time that it took to lace them properly each time made it a task all its own. Doing two made it absolutely mind-numbing.

But Belle was there. She chuckled at him before she knelt down and began to help loosen the ties so that he could pull his feet free, and then worked his pants down and off his hips.

All at once, he noted Belle go still beside him.

"How is that possible?" she asked, staring down at something close to where he stood.

He followed her gaze to the floor, curious about what she saw, when he realized…she was staring at his ankle. She'd never seen him walk or stand without his cane, not in this land. And yet here he was, managing just fine no matter how mangled his ankle still was. It was one of those things that they had to catch up on.

"Neverland is a land run on imagination," he explained as he continued to undress. "All I had to do was imagine that I was well…and I was."

Her eyes widened at the suggestion and then drifted to the cane in the corner.

"And it's permanent?" she questioned skeptically.

"Well…it's still magic keeping it this way. I always could use magic to ease it, and I did in our world so as not to appear weak but here…I think I felt that I had to stay lame in some way. For Bae, because of…because of what I'd done. But now…there, in Neverland-"

"You didn't have to punish yourself anymore," she finished with an understanding nod.

"Something like that," he confirmed. It was good to be home and around someone who knew him better than he knew himself. He'd nearly forgotten how comforting that could be, to not have to explain himself. He was looking forward to living that way for a good long while.

The conversation of his leg put aside, he went back to the task of undressing. Layer by layer, button after button, he stripped himself of the Dark One, of all that he'd been in Neverland, and then bit by bit, he found his way back into familiarity. There was an ease that came with wearing cotton again, with feeling his slacks against his knees and his feet in shoes that were easy to tie. Buttoning the shirt had him rolling his shoulders and standing up tall as he hadn't before as the Dark One.

Belle made herself busy. She took every last article from him as he discarded it, and ever the Caretaker she was, she folded it all to the best of her abilities and then put it away in the drawer it had come from. The magic of the drawer wouldn't allow them to stay there. They'd remain until there was a new need, and then they'd alter themselves into whatever was necessary, but for now, he let her put them away. Until he finished buttoning his shirt and reached to pull on his vest; only then did he note that she grabbed the scaley jacket he'd been wearing and vanished out into the front room.

That was unacceptable. Once upon a time, he'd have allowed it. But at this moment, all he wanted was to be in her presence for as long as he could until he had enough of her. She'd kept the blinds closed when they came in, so he didn't mind wandering out into the shop, vest open, tie loose, and the last piece, his new jacket hung from his arm. The old jacket, however, the one that she'd taken, it appeared she'd placed it over the shoulders of a mannequin he hadn't even been aware that he owned in a strange kind of display that made him smirk. A reminder, like his cane, of a part of his life that he wanted to put away but would never truly be rid of. It was appropriate.

"I like it there," he smiled before putting his jacket aside and turning his gaze to the rest of the room. He admired it shamelessly in the low light of the evening. Oh, he truly had missed this place.

"Thank you," she smiled before leaving the jacket alone and heading straight for him. "Nearly done…"

And then she was before him, hands on either end of the tie, quickly working on folding end over end and settling the knot as his throat just like…

Just like she'd never done before.

She'd never tied his tie for him before. It was an intimate thing, and he liked it, but it sent his mind spiraling, wondering why she'd never done it for him before until he realized that they'd been in this position before, where she'd hoisted it up and over his neck to put it in place, but she'd never actually tied the knot before. Something new she'd learned since he'd been gone? Or since she'd been gone?

"Where'd you learn to do this?" she asked suspiciously, tapping her hands as they finished the knot and moved to smooth it down over his chest before buttoning his vest for him.

"Lacey," she explained quietly.

"Lacey…"

There was so much about that girl that he'd like to put behind him, even if this was something he wanted her to keep forever. He imagined she was just like everyone else now, someone who had been Cursed and had two lives in her head. There would be good things to come from that and perhaps even bad things. He knew because he had probably encouraged some of the bad. All those were memories that she'd have. Those memories were not part of her cursed persona, they were a reality. Every kiss she'd given him, every look he'd given her, every bad thing he'd done to keep Lacey under his supervision. He couldn't imagine any of that would sit well with her.

"We should probably talk about that, about everything that happened," he muttered unhappily. Once upon a time, he'd have run from that conversation and avoided it like the plague. But now…

"Some other time," she whispered, returning to her work on the knot. "For now, it's over and done. I'd rather spend time focusing on the present."

He felt himself smile as she dismissed the conversation and stared down into her concentrated eyes. Someone who understood him…perhaps there would be less fallout than he'd feared from Lacey. He was perfectly content to do as she said and just be with her tonight, to be in their present, and dream about their future.

"There," she finally declared as her fingers became still. "Perfect."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome," she grinned, gazing up at him with adoring eyes he still wasn't sure he deserved but liked seeing all the same. "So…" she sighed, reaching her hands over his shoulders to cling to him. "What happens now?"

Now he hoped they'd go home and spend every waking moment without the clothes she'd worked so tediously to fix for him. But he was aware that wasn't what she was talking about. She was asking about the long term. Now that he was here, and she was herself again, and Bae and Henry were safe and the prophecy he'd once told her about hadn't ended their world…

"Well, that's a question I haven't had to ask myself," he admitted. "I didn't think I had a future."

"But you do," she pointed out hopefully. "The boy wasn't your undoing, and neither was Pan, so now you can stop worrying about prophecies and start thinking about your future."

Indeed, he could. And he wasn't sure "what happened now." But he knew he was only a thought away from getting down on one knee and asking her to marry him. He had the ring; it was locked in the case beside them. He'd been eyeing it for a while now, admiring it, thinking about what he'd like to use it for before he'd ever known that was what he wanted it for. But that ring was the one thought holding him back.

He could get down on one knee now, it would certainly be spontaneous from her perspective at least, but it just wasn't his style. He wanted to ask her to marry him. He wanted to ask her soon, and he prayed it would be a short engagement so they could move on to that future as fast as possible. But when he asked for her hand, he didn't want it to appear anything less than perfect. He wanted to plan and craft something beautiful as she was for their engagement. He wanted her to know Bae a little bit better. That night was not tonight.

"There's endless possibilities," she added in his silence. "Countless paths to take-"

"But there's only one of those paths I'm interested in," he interrupted quickly. But just because tonight wasn't the night that he'd be asking her to marry him didn't mean there weren't promises to be made.

"Which one's that?" she asked almost nervously, as though she suspected something that was enough to make him think that one day soon when the time was right, it wouldn't be as much a shock to her as he thought. Still, not tonight…

"The one where you and I are together," he promised.

After all they'd been through, she understood the meaning of his words, the power, and intent behind them. Tears pooled in her eyes, and she swallowed hard as his promise echoed between the pair of them, binding them together for what he hoped would be an eternity. He didn't need to hear her say anything; her reaction was enough to know that it made her happy. So, he did the only thing he felt was appropriate for a situation like this.

He reached forward, placed his hands against her neck, drew her toward him, and sealed their promise with a kiss.

#Rumbelle #Rumple #Rumpelstiltskin #Dark One #Mr. Gold #Belle #Lacey #ouat #ouat fanfiction #fanfic

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deeisace · 2 years

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Strange dreams

Series of them, warning for uh for unreality, stabbing, and zombies, and bugs (and cucumber ice cream?)

First, in pub singsong car home with people and home is big Elizabethan hall with a decapitated guy in the uhhh lobby and one guy is still like lalala everything is lovely and another guy is like here's a knife to stick in your leg it'll wake you up from this trap and keep zombies?? away cs this isn't heaven or anywhere like that

Felt all floaty and fine but seeing dead guy made me realise oh this is a dream and knife in leg stopped me succumbing and woke me up

Went to electronic shop with knife guy and scared girl (same pub singsong car crash there was a car crash, i’m not sure how alive we are - she did not have a knife, and kept wandering off, I had to keep an eye on her) find out where we are

Australia????

Shop assistant is like I can only see one person here and they have a knife in their leg (in my left knee, tho everything worked when i wasn’t looking at it and sometimes i had to twist it to wake myself up again) talking to the air this is bad™ and I'm like nah we're surrounded by uhhhh demons you have to do what we say and knife guy lifted them off the ground as proof he was there shop assistant O_O help. Okay what dyou want - a GPS thing we shouldn't even be in this hemisphere

And then dream changed to one where I was uhhh trying on lingerie in a combination lingerie/bed shop and accidentally made eyes at a girl while uhhh while in bed in a sexy bra unthinkingly doing a pose maybe??? Realised and said to another customer oh no what did I just do and she's like hey I think she liked you and I'm like noooo this is too embarrassing I didn't mean that

Then I was in a caravan with mum, not her boat, and someone was skulking around outside so I was like loud voice hey! The fuck you want! and it turned out that they had a carrier bag full of photos to give us, and then my basically an aunt C like came round the corner like hello!! hugs

And then I was home, woken up and there was a talking donkey trying to get in through my bathroom window and I had to beat him away with a broom and shouting but every time I tried to close the window then he'd have a hand a hoof in the way

And then (last one) I was late to work I got there on time but I had to go out again down the high street cs we were going away?? it was the annoying cover guy but he was fine for once and I went and got sliced tomatoes done up with oil and pepper, and cucumber ice cream to go with - and walking back to work there was filming on the street and the annoying cover guy and someone else sweeping soapy water out the shop/off the street with huge brooms like some kinda 1920s double act, and I was only 15 minutes late and I went upstairs to clock in and woke up

Okay wait this is the last one (fell asleep again) - earwigs! Earwigs falling from the ceiling into my drink!!

This one is sorta based in truth - what actually happens like every summer (or at least this and last, and maybe the one before I can't remember - wait then was horrible little grub things with legs) is tiny black and yellow ladybird looking things. Everywhere. Not loads of them - oh here's one on my pillow, gross

The photos shit but that's my thumb and they are black and yellow kind of checkerboard-y with wings

Tbh I just kill them whenever I find them, but they have fallen from the ceiling before

But the dream was giant earwigs (at my dad’s house, I collected them and went downstairs to show him and my stepmum and she screamed), and that might be cs I found an earwig in the nasturtiums yesterday (how? How? That window hasn't been open, how'd the fucker get in?)

Very gross all round, bleh

I would like a different waking-up dream please

#dreams #i have weird fuckin dreams #i'm sure that was my tag why aren't tags showing up when i type them ffs

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weepinglevi · 3 years

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patience is a virtue

summary: college!au. all aged up. eren and reader continue with their sexual escapades. find part one here! warnings: 18+ minors dni. dirty text messages, dirty talk. dom!eren and bratty reader (i suppose?). throat fucking and semi-public sex. (no p in v tho) word count: around 3.5k A/N: i have a love/hate relationship with this eren ahaha, he's been ruling my brainrot ever since the last part so i hope you enjoy! there will be a part three eventually, so be on the lookout for that! enjoy your read and feedback is greatly appreciated! xx

you awake to your phone vibrating somewhere next to you. the hope of it only being a one-time occurrence quickly proven to be false as it just wouldn't stop. brr-brr. a second of silence. brr-brr. pause. brr-brr.

taking a mental note to never go to sleep again without turning off your phone, you roll over to your other side and try to ignore it. you could simply answer the texts, but that meant you'd have to open your eyes. and that whoever was texting you would win this weird battle you've just come up with in your head.

"if you don't pick up your goddamn phone, i'll smack you over the head with it," sasha groans from the other side of your shared dorm, words coming slurry with her tiredness.

brr-brr.

"i could also stick it up your ass, your decision," a pillow comes flying to your head, serving as enough of a warning for you to sit up in your bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"quit moaning, i'll turn it off now," you yawn, feeling around your bed for your phone, "you never hear me complaining about the shit you do in the middle of the night."

"that's because my shit is funny and not fucking annoying," she scoffs, followed by a muted thump as she is sinking back down into her pillows. sasha's way of ending the conversation.

you find your phone half-tucked underneath your pillow, the display already lighting up again. someone is desperate for attention, you think to yourself and unlock your phone with an annoyed sigh. the messages were coming from an unknown number.

thinking about your wet pussy. this is eren, btw. historia gave me your number. i told her you wouldn't mind you don't mind, do you?

in a matter of seconds, your heart is beating in your throat once more, just like this afternoon in that godforsaken computer lab. ears growing hot at his words, you could almost imagine the sound of him laughing at you again. with trembling fingers, you scroll down further.

anyway, let's do it again sometime i told you. i'll never let you forget about how you moaned my name i'm also not forgetting about how badly i want to fuck that pretty mouth of yours, so it's a win-win see ya, then

staring down at your phone, you don't know if you should answer him. and even if you would answer his texts, what the hell should you say? "fucking bastard," the words escaping your mouth before even realizing that you'd better keep quiet. the only thing that could make this situation any worse was if sasha were to wake up again.

scratch that, you think as you see eren's new messages.

how badly do you want to suck my cock? you looked really hot today, covered in my cum what, you're shy again?

there are two ways this could go: either you stand up, put on some clothes, and then go to eren's dorm to let hell rain upon him - or simply mute your phone and ignore him. deciding to go with the latter, you lie back down and save his number as "fuckhead", a small grin forming on your face. if he wants to be childish, then you can be, too.

the display still lighting up at a steady pace, you have to fight the urge to open his other messages. to physically prevent yourself from grabbing your phone again, you put your hands between your thighs and sigh. what the hell have i gotten myself into?

"so, who am i gonna have to teach some manners today?", sasha asks in the morning, "because there are only two valid reasons for sending that many texts in the middle of the night," she sits up in her bed and bends over to reach for her phone, "either someone's dead or there's a food sale."

cringing at the thought of having to read the countless other messages eren has sent throughout the night, you try to laugh at her comment, "of course, when there's food involved, you're all for it."

"girl's gotta eat," she claims, thankfully being too distracted by something on her phone to notice your strange behavior, "i'm gonna be back later than usual today, connie wants me to be his wingman again."

starting to go off on a tangent about how connie should just get a dating app already, sasha's words become more of background noise to you. you want to know what he wrote. what he has in store for you. at the same time, you curse yourself out. you're turning into a headless chicken and all of it because of eren fucking yeager?

you nod here and there, offering her a "yes" at what you believe to be fitting moments, desperately hoping she doesn't catch up on your restlessness. all the while the two of you are getting ready for the day. this goes on for a few more minutes and you have no clue what she's talking about now, so you decide to grab your phone and stand up.

"i'm gonna go for a run around campus, you want coffee?" you blurt out, interrupting her monologue. the device in your hand feels as if it's burning through your skin. slipping into your trainers, you're already halfway out the room, her perplexed "uh- yes, please," being muffled by the door closing behind you.

it's still warm outside - not as hot as yesterday, but warm enough for you to be glad to have forgotten your cardigan earlier. you let out a deep breath, trying to clear your mind. even though you told sasha you'd be out for a run, you walk at a slow pace.

some people are already wandering around campus, most of them on their way to a lecture. at this time in the morning, everyone has their heads full with their own worries so no one notices you slowly making your way off-campus.

arriving at a little park surrounded by trees, you sit down on the bench farest off. you notice your heart fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird when pulling the phone out of your back pocket. fuck him, you think once again while typing in your code. fuck him for making me feel this way.

12 unread messages.

didn't seem all too shy when i had my hand wrapped around your throat no need to play hard to get when i already had you if that makes sense? haven't fucked you yet doesn't mean i won't get to fuck you

all you want is to feel appalled by these messages. to screenshot them and send them to the dean. maybe even to his mother. sickened with yourself though, you already feel the familiar warmth creeping up your body, curling up in your abdomen.

i know you want it, too how fucking needy you were for me getting yourself off in public to the thought of me maybe you can tell me what exactly you were thinking of? gonna make sure to let your dreams come true, princess

pet names? you clench your fist at the thought of eren leaning over you, breathing the word princess into your ear. you have an inkling that he'd say it mockingly; spitting it out whilst gathering your hair in a ponytail, arching your back forcefully, and slamming his length into you without mercy.

no. you hate pet names. at least, you've always hated them.

i'm gonna find out if you're ignoring me right now remember, you're not the best actress. fucking suck at it, actually wouldn't want to be punished now, would we?

his last message echoed in your head. still coming to terms with the fact of what happened yesterday, now you have to deal with a whole new revelation: eren yeager being a cocky motherfucker pushing all the right buttons for you. even though you want to blast his ass for this, the mere thought of him being near you again is too sweet of an imagination.

you want to play this game, too. for whatever reason keep on riding this high, and you just know that no one could do it quite as well as eren can. somehow you can only imagine taking him on this ride with you, no one else.

so, in that manner you decide to ignore his messages. if he's desperate enough to keep on sending them in the middle of the night, you're sure it won't be long until he sends another text. and it would give him enough reason to try and punish you, whatever that might entail – you're excited to find out. fucking nervous, too. but then again, who wouldn't be?

you stand up and put your phone in your back pocket, a sense of excitement surrounding your steps as you turn left to make your way to the nearest coffee shop.

"something tells me you're ignoring me," of course, the moment eren's voice comes up behind you, you fucking flinch like a little bird that's been scared away, "mostly because i've seen you reading the messages, but what do i know?"

you turn to see him clutching his heart dramatically, "don't play with my feelings like this," he swoons, bringing one hand to his forehead. he's laughing again, all white teeth and bright smiles – you realize this is the kind of eren you rarely get to see. not the cocky bastard he normally portrays; right now, he seems to be a happy-go-lucky kind of guy, just enjoying himself. still, you want to show him that you can play just as well as he can.

crossing your arms in front of your chest, you slightly raise a brow, trying your hardest to not look as nervous as you feel. it's a lost cause though because you can already feel the tips of your ears glowing with heat again. can't things go my way for once? just once? you think and chew the inside of your cheek. you felt so sure of yourself just moments ago. how the hell can he have this sort of effect on you?

suddenly, his whole demeanor changes. before, he seemed laid-back, entertained by the game he played with you. now he leans forward, hands in the pockets of his jacket and an almost cruel smile forming on his lips, "don't try to challenge me in this. you'll lose."

you know that you should feel frightened. terrified, even. he's looking like a lion preparing to jump the antelope, a sense of alarming calmness around him that's causing the small hairs on your neck to stand up. but alas, the way he's looking at you seems to have the same effect on you his scent has.

"i told you not to ignore me," eren says and takes a few steps closer to you, "yet here you are, doing it again." the chuckle leaving his lips a stark contrast to his stern gaze, still trained on you. somehow, you feel awfully small again - still not frightened, though. you stare right back at him, tilting your head slightly as if you wanted to say "so what?"

"are you seriously that desperate to be punished?"

better now than never, you think and once again place a courtly smile on your lips, "seems like it."

for a split second, you see eren's smug look turn into a genuine smile. realizing that you're up for his game, he lets out a smooth whistle, "you do surprise me."

"if you wouldn't always be so full of yourself, i'm sure you'd have recognized this sooner," you can feel the confidence growing in yourself again. clinging on to it, you take a step toward him, "i'm full of surprises."

"oh, yeah? i bet you are," from the corner of your eye, you can see him lifting his hand. before thinking twice about it, you bat it away, "i'm not one for public displays of affection."

oh, it is on– eren's smirk turns into a full-fledged grin as he takes a grip of your wrist, "you sure about that?" lifting your hand to his face, for a short moment you think he's going to suck on your fingers again. but all he does is place a faint kiss on the back of your hand, "didn't seem like it yesterday."

"you weren't supposed to see."

"but i'm so glad i did," he leans forward, the two of you standing so close you can feel his breath on your face, "or else we wouldn't have this kind of fun right now."

still having a hold of your hand, he lifts his other to your jaw, gently tracing his thumb across your lower lip, "you looked so pretty in your skirt yesterday."

taking a leap of faith, you grab his hand, holding it in place and letting your tongue run across the tip of his thumb before biting down playfully. there's a hiss and then eren pulls away and grabs your arm, "come with me."

finally, you think and let him guide you to wherever he wants, let's have some fun, then.

on your way out of the park, you pass jean and marco. even though they stand to greet eren, he just raises his hand whilst not breaking his pace, "gotta go, have an assignment to work on."

"never seen you that determined, but go off," jean laughs.

before you know it, you're inside one of the countless maintenance sheds. pushing you against the wall, eren's movements seem to become more and more erratic by the second. pinning your arms over your head, he's looking down at you, breathing heavily. "you have no idea what you just got yourself into," licking his lips, he chuckles.

"oh, but i think i actually do," you smile innocently, fucking glad to have found your normal self again. admittedly, eren threw you off your game since yesterday – but it's just going to play into your hands now. he won't see it coming until it's hitting him straight in the face; that you're just as messed up as he seems to be.

"then prove it," he breathes against your ear, "tell me how badly you want it."

the stuffy air inside the dimly lit shed doesn't help with keeping eren's scent away from you. being so close to him, looking up into his shadowed face and right into his dilated eyes; you're like putty in his hands. you try to move forward, to touch him in some way because you just know that he'll feel so good under your skin.

"now now, princess," he moves even closer, wedging you between himself and the wall, "how about we learn some patience, first?"

you nod, but then grind up against his thigh, hissing through your teeth, "i worry i'll be a real handful." you know you could very well move your hands, too – eren seems to still be testing the waters as to how far he can go with you. but with him actually letting you grind on him; you decide to play into his hands.

your breaths grow quicker as you keep on, pace becoming erratic. all you want is to get rid of your track pants – come to think of it, what you actually want is eren under you whilst you continuously bounce on his cock. you want to hear him call you princess and immediately after call you his little whore because that's exactly what you are.

eren has a little smile on his lips and you know you should ask yourself why – because you're doing exactly what he has forbidden you to do – but you're too far gone. the heat growing, you feel your knees buckle but he's holding you up; one hand now resting on your waist for support. you're so close –

and then he pulls away from you, nearly causing you to topple over. chest heaving, you place your hands on your knees for balance, "what the fuck was – "

"patience is a virtue," interrupting you with a laugh, but his voice heavy with lust, "thought i might give you a lesson you're ought to remember."

you look up to see eren palming his erection through his pants, standing about an arm's length away from you, "but i have to admit, hearing you getting yourself off is fucking hot."

biting your teeth together, you straighten up and take a step toward him – only for him to click his tongue in disapproval, "you're gonna stay right there," tugging at his pants he raises his eyebrow, "i told you what i want, get on your knees for me."

"the fuck i will," you spit out and make a move again, grasping for his waistband. but eren is quick to take a hold of your hand and pushes you back to the wall, "come on, now, princess," he chuckles but his eyes are concentrated at you, "you want this, don't you?". he's asking for permission, the thought feeling very comforting to you. and also, very excited for what's about to come.

"of course, i do," you answer him earnestly, resting the back of your head against the wall, "or else i wouldn't be here."

"fantastic," he breathes, a little smile playing in the corners of his mouth, "then get down on your knees," placing his hands on your shoulders, weighing you down, "i won't ask again."

the change of tone in his voice has you nodding, slowly sinking onto your knees, you're bursting in anticipation. one hand finally pulling down his pants, he runs his other through your hair, then down your jaw until it comes to rest on your chin.

thumbing at your lower lip, he groans "do i have to be careful?"

you just shake your head no. then you break away from his gaze, fixing your eyes on the bobbing cock in front of you. it's tip leaking with precum already, you remember how badly you wanted to lick it away yesterday.

taking his cock at its base, you bend forward and slide your tongue around its head. the salty taste sending shudders down your spine, you make sure to lift your eyes again once you prepare to take it all down your throat. your other hand snakes up to his balls, slightly tugging them which earns you a moan from eren, and fuck, you're so wet at the sound alone, you let go of his cock and slide one hand down to your own center.

he gathers your hair in one hand, taking the base of his throbbing cock in the other, "bet this is what you thought of yesterday," he slowly but surely pulls your head in closer, "of how i fuck the words right out of you."

bucking your hips into your own hand, you can do nothing but whimper at his words. because yes, this is exactly what you imagined. he's only halfway in and you're already struggling to breathe, but not wanting him to stop you hold your breath and push down even further; trying desperately not to moan.

the tears in your eyes causing your vision to be blurry, you attempt to blink them away.

"shit – ", he's pumping into you now, rubbing the tears from your cheeks and then placing both his hands on your head, "you're doing so well – "

getting lost in his words, the fear of being caught is so far away; you finally moan around his cock. saliva soaking the hem of his shirt, you can't seem to take his whole length, no matter how hard you try. you're a fucking mess under him and the thought alone is nearly sending you over the edge.

he's trying to pull away now and you know he's close, so you snake your hand around his hip, hoping this is enough of a sign to him that if he dared to cum anywhere else than down your throat, you'd bite him.

"you really – " his voice is hoarse, "fuck – this is fucking perfect," he moans as he comes to the realization. leaning his arm against the wall behind you, he's fucking himself into your mouth, his panting and the sound of your choking filling the room.

you close your eyes to blink the tears away again, but eren pulls on your hair, "no – look at me."

with this the knot in your belly explodes, leaving you holding on to eren's hip as you ride the waves of electricity that are running through your body like lava.

"such a good little whore – " he's gone as well, holding your head in place as he's pumping his load down your throat, leaving you no other option than to swallow – which you eagerly do. you feel his legs shaking under your hands.

once again, eren hands you his shirt to clean your face. this time, you take it with a smile, noting that, "i still have your other one."

"don't worry, i'll come get it sometime when sasha's away," the two of you know exactly what this means – neither of you are planning on this to be over anytime soon.

"i'll let you know, then," you nod and stand up, hoping you don't look as well-fucked as you feel, and make your way to the door, "she's gone most of the time."

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TOKYO REVENGERS HEADCANONS OF ME BEING NON BINARY / REACTING TO SOMEONE BEING NON BINARY

tw: ⚠️⚠️kisaki⚠️⚠️ and manga spoilers, mentions of death, transphobia,

would misgender and dead-name me

1.kisaki.

must i need an explanation?😐

2. shion

“ what’re you gonna do about it?? HUH?? WHAT’RE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT ???”

actively looks for a fight

… if y’all are in a relationship he’d still call you his “girl” but beats people up for doing so….

3. mucho

i get the vibes that he’s traditional

would silently stare in judgment

4. mochi

he just doesn’t care clslfkxkslk

thinks it’s weird

“ nor/mal”

7. rindou..

“you either have a pen or a vag. “

8.ran

“interesting”

*continues dead naming me*

9. KOKO

he would be nicer about it when he’s in toman due to inui… but once they’re separated- an ABSOLUTE MEANCE

… reluctantly apart of the protection squad with inui ( enjoys beating people up tho)

10. bontent mikey

… he’s just so tired and doesn’t really care ) that is if you’re not close with him… but then again how close can you really get?)

11. ) PAH CHIN

AND ONLY BECAUSE HE WAS IGNORANT AND HIS FATHER DIDN BELIEVE IN THAT STUFF AND HE DIDNT KNOW BUT THEN ( if y’all are close ) HE’D FEEL BAD AND AFTER YOU EXPLAINED IT TO HIM HE TOLD PEH CHIN TOO AND WERE SURPRISINGLY SUPPORTIVE

but if y’all ain’t close he would slowly get the hint… this is canon.

because i said so-

11. sanzu…

he’s quietly judging you

EDIT

SOMEONE SAID SANZU WOULD USE ANY PRONOUNS AND I REALLY LIKE THAT HC-

SO SANZU WOULD PROBABLY JUST ‘ SILENTLY JUDGE YOU’ SO OTHERS DONT CATCH ON MHMHM

12. akashi

traditional- plus it was a different era for him growing up so…

(would glare at someone if he really did see you getting emotionally distressed)

13. smiley

“ that’s one of the most stupidest shit ive ever fucking heard 😁”

.🙁

“ you either have tits or a dick “

.☹️

but would beat people up if you get SUPER upset ( call it his protect instincts with angry, but would send people to the hospital)

14. taiju

“ i wanna church girl who goes to church and reads her bible “

would spit at me

- WHO WOULD BEAT SOMEONE UP FOR DEAD-NAMING / MISGENDERING

1. PAH CHIN AND PEH YAN

THEYRE ABSOLUTE MENACES TO SOCIETY IF SOMEONE CALLS YOU A GIRL / BOY

head canon : during tenjiku you were there and had to adjust your transtape cause it was coming lose 🙄

which is literally the most annoying thing in the world-

and shion saw you.

he came up and was like “ HUH WHAT’VE WE GOT HERE?? A GIRL PRETENDING TO BE A G-“

couldn’t even finish his sentence with how fast peh chin clocked his ass 🤭

( peh yan supremacy)

2. my main man takemichy

no explanation needed ( maybe deadnamed you only once cause he didn’t know)

3. inui cause i said so

5. BAJI BAJI

BAJI WOULD ALMOST KILL A DUDE FOR CALLING YOU YOUR DEAD NAME

i KNOW mama baji raised him right ✋🙄

almost clocked chifuyu when you told him about your first encounter kcksldofospdoco

almost clocked your mom when she said “you got it girlfriend”

she was confused when she saw you desperately trying to prevent the next criminal minds episode

best listener for body dystrophia fight me 🙉❤️

6. senju

*comes out*

“..oh okay! anyways as i was saying [preferred name] “

would need some gentle reminders only once or twice cause i will say it does take a bit of time for people to get used to it and there are always a few slip ups

tells akashi about your pronouns ( ONLY WITH YOUR CONSENT OFC)

( promises to try and be more girly if he calls you by them and your preferred name)

she wants you to go into more details about what you’re feeling cause she’s genuinely very interested about everything and she wants to know more about you.

7. emma 😻 vv supportive 🙌🙌

*sicks mikey and draken out on anyone who hurts your feelings

“you know [blah blah blah] from history?”

“of course yeah “

“yeah he ended up calling me slur during class- what’re you doing?”

*emma pulling out her phone

“hm? oh nothing don’t worry about it”

gave more insight about it to draken and mikey

8. HINA

YALL SAW HOW SHE SLAPPED MIKEY-

THIS GIRL WOULD D R A G A BITCH BY THEIR HAIR IF SHE SAW THEM BULLYING YOU

the one of correct takemichy

9. yuzuha

hina but 10x worse

trips transphobes for shit and giggles 🤪🤞

i like to think that the girls (all 4) would just all stare down a girl who was shit talking you and just pick her apart mercilessly ( a little ooc but this is my head canons so they can be whatever i say they are)

ones idk about

1. mikey

he knows that you can handle yourself so he lets you correct people.

sometimes he’ll jump in and correct them instead for one of two reasons.

1. he felt like it

2. they kept calling you your dead name and misgendering you EVEN THOUGH you already corrected them

but if the person ACTIVELY does that and says some… not so fruity things. he’ll send em to the hospital and end up on life support 😌☝️

like dom tertto, he cares about his family. and toman is his family, and you’re in toman ( not THAT kind of y/n way 🙄 )

“ BE WHO YOU AREE🌈🌈🌈🌈🤪🤞🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈”

1. draken

… listen… idk why, but i just don’t SEE him beating people up for misgendering me… well okay i kinda see it,

but he’d be like, “ i don’t understand what you’re going through, but i support you and if you want to talk about it i’m here”

wants to try and understand so like i said before, he lets you rant about what you’re feeling

would let you handle your own battles cause your strong enough to

a true king 😎🙌

does in fact throw punches when it gets REALLY BAD

2. angry

… idk h o w empathic he is and how mad he’d have to be on your behalf when people actively kept misgendering you to become the blue ogre.

but he’d just start crying at the confrontation.. 😐

my hero ig 🤥

3. izana

“ that’s fucking stupid”

*beats up middle aged woman who said for you to “ have a good day ma’am”

but if y’all close he’ll only say it’s stupid once when he sees you genuinely upset and ignoring him

“ be who you are.. 🌈”

4. kaku

same boat as izana, A LOT less judgmental

5. mitsuya

won’t hesitate to send a bitch flying

actively corrects people

( teaches luna and mana about your pronouns for the next time you come over 🕺🏻)

TAKES YOU SHOPPING FOR CLOTHES

6. haitani brothers

*actively bullies you

*bullies kid into the grave for looking at your chest area

7. …hakkai

he accidentally slipped up once🤒

WHEN I SAY THIS MANS FACE WENT PALE- HE DIDNT TALK TO YOU FOR A W E E K MINIUM CAUSE HE FELT SO BAD

YOU KEPT TELLING HIM THAT ITS FINE-

BUT HE FELT AWFUL

( has nightmares about it)

8. chifuyu would only do it in his mohawk era cause he wanted to seem metal and impress da boys 🥶🥶☝️☝️

pulled you aside at the end of the day to apologize

( like i said before, baji almost clocked him when you told him about your first encounter )

who am i kidding they’re all in gangs, they’d probably kill someone if they hurt you cospwpfoslief

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IF YALL GOT ANYMORE IDEAS LMK CAUSE IM INVESTED IN YHIS AND WANNA HEAR WHAT YALL THINK

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itsmadamehydra · 3 years

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My Savior || Wayne McCullough

A/N: Just some teenage girl trying to write the story inside her head, hope u like it.

Pairing: Wayne McCullough x oc

Warnings: rape, intention of rape, harassment, blood mention, bullying, language (a little strong)

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I've always like to watch him by far, he just seems different from the rest (and oh boy, he is).

The first time I saw him I was in 7th grade. I was just one more girl of the many others that her tities just had started to show and my period started to visit me. I remember that day clearly, I was sitting at the hallway with my bestfriend at the time, eating infront of our lockers when I saw him.

"Am telling ya girl, the answer of number 5 was c." I said trying to reason with her about the science test answers "I told you that if u needed help to study, I could help ya." I smile at her and move my arm upward to touch her shoulder

"Yeah, yeah, I know...are you sure it was not D?" she said frowning her eyebrows once more. We stayed in silence for a sec before bursting into laughter and tears

Little by little our laughs started to fade, allowing ears to hear the background and aswell some loud voices, it sounded like an argument but by the hears of it a fight was going to start soon. "What you think is happening over there?" Cassie murmured, I stared at the end of the hallway where apparently was were the voices were coming from.

"I don't know..." my lips formed a thin line while I was thinking about what could have been happening in there, "You wanna, you know, go and see?" I looked back at my friend

"Freak yeah" she laughed grabbing my hand and running down the hallway to see the soon to be fight.

Once we got there, there was a mass of students surrounding what appeared to be the ones who where arguing. "Ugh, I can't see, I hate been so small." I said, "Hey, that smallness is beautiful and you know you can use that in your own benefit" Cassia said and winked at me.

"I mean, yeah but I can't-" my word stopped at the moment I heard a want sounded and I believe to be a punch in the face. "You saw that!?" Cassie said, "That was freaking awesome, please tell me you saw it!" "Um, nah Cassie, I cant see a crap" i said while trying to find a whole where to see through.

It was only a matter of seconds until more punches were heard. I started pushing people more frantically, I wanted to see what was happening. When I get pass a few amount of studens I almost slipped, looked sown to see what was it and it was stains of blood, only a few but still.

"Oh gosh, disgusting." When I look up only a few students are still in the cafeteria and a guy wearing a grey hoddie was just there, staring at the bloodie face of another guy. I stared back at the hoddie guy and noticed a little hammer in his hand, and the words just came out of my mouth without even noticing, "Why the hammer? Want to be a constructed or something?" He just stared at me and pass by me without saying a word and keeping a neutral face.

"Who the hell was that crazy ass weirdo?" I hear Cassie's voice behind me. "I don't know" I responded, "But I will know...one day."

"Ok,ok, am not going to get in between your little search thingi but am sure he is not good news." Cassie said, "You saw what he did, and he has a FREAKING hammer, y/n! Covered in blood y/n!" She grabbed my shoulders from behind, "I think we all understood the message, stay the fuck away from him, honey."

And I just smiled.

Months later I learned his name. Wayne, Wayne McCullough. Fits the ring if you ask me. Everyone was speaking about how violent, crazy and wierdo he was, about how he was going to show up at your house to beat the hell put of you.

I just observed him by far, well, I like to think that I noticed him. I noticed how he usually beats up those who are some assholes jerks that have only one brain cell as much. Noticed that he is not much of a talker and a shy boy. Noticed how he makes his lips thin when he gets lost in thoughts. How he closes his fist when he is about to do something. His strangely high pain tolerance. His pale skin and dark hair appeared to me to be very llamative and aswell his strength. He was and is skinny but somehow has a great strength, maybe do to the unincredible amounts of fights he gets in. Experience makes the master is what the say...right?

Years went by, we entered to highschool and the nervousness along with the fast beating, sweating and butterflies were still there every time i either tought about him or saw him walking around.

Cassie stayed with me for a while until she decided to join the group of nasty ass bitches with no brain cells who believed no one was better than them. While I...well, I stayed small for a big part I guess, always with good grades, teachers love me and try to be nice with every one I guess.

Everything was going great until Cassie along with some guys recorded me somehow while being drunk and them trying to overpass the boundaries, and let me tell ya.. that was just the start.

The had videos of me at the school bathroom, pictures of my underwear under my skirts and dresses, them trying to touch me. I had to learn to defend myself, stopped using skirts, dresses, shorts even do I loved wearing the. Replace my shoes with tennis and always had hair ties.

"Y/n, wake up! You're going to be late for school, don't think ama wait for you!" I mom yelled.

"Yes, mom! Dont worry, am up!" I run down the stairs with my backpack, went to the kitchen, grabbed an apple and went straight to the car.

"Oh for God sake, y/n" she said went she looked at me and noticed my new hair style.

"What? You don't like it? I just cut it a little." I satered at her innocently

"Your father is not gonna like it and you know it." She said and the stress lines appeared in her forehead, "You know this is his weekend and-"

She couldn't finish her sentence because I started taking, "Am not going to that dickheads house, mother." I said strainly, "Don't want to see his and face of that bitch he cheated you with..." i lowly said but loud enough to hear.

"I know, honey but you have to and besides you get to see your brother!" She patted my thigh, "Haven't seen him in a while right?" She said with a sad tone

"You should be the one seeing him...not me." I stared outside the window, there were just some trees and houses and garbage.

Mom and dad divorced a while back, he cheated on her. The house was a mess that day, screams and broken glass everywhere. Sammy was lucky, he was at grandma's but I was home...listening to every single word. That was also the first time a sneaked out and the first time I sort-of spoke to Wayne.

"What are you doing here?" I heard someone said behind me, I looked and it was fucking Wayne

"Just trying to have some quietness i guess..." I stared at my fingers and started playing with them because of my nervousness, "...What are you doing here?" I asked softly

And he stayed silent...the whole time after that. Either way, his company was nice and the side profile, ufff, amazing.

"Ok, we are here." I stared at the building for a sec before giving my mother a kiss in her cheek and entered to the building.

"Hey y/n! Nice ass!" That was the jerk of all jerks, Jonathan.

I turned around and stared at him, "Oh yeah?" He nodded, "Want to see me shop of your dick?" Changed my tone while saying that into a lower and more serious tone. He just stared at me with sealed lips and left.

I continued walking to my locker and I come to see tgat my freaking lock is broken, I search in all the spaces but nothing is missing.

"Come on! They had just changed me of locker!" I silently yelled. Started grabbing my books for the next few classes when I felt a hand in my shoulder, by instinct I grabbed the wrist, pushed the person against the locker and added pressure in the throat with my other arm.

"Hey y/n" Orlando smiled, "New move?" I chuckled and removed my arm, now, standing face to face I respond

"You know you shouldn't do that Orlando bunny." I laugh st the nickname I gave him a few time ago. Orlando was one of the few FEW people who talked to me, well, he talked to everyone but still.

"I know... I just forgot I guess man." He looked down, "Y/n...have your tities grown bigger?" His face looked confused.

I slapped his head and punched his shoulder, "Could you please stop looking and thinking 'bout tities when am around you?"

"I mean, yeah sure...and sorry about your lock." He points the locker, "Wayne thought it was still his but since-" I cut him off before he could continue

"Wayne?" I asked confused

"Yeah, Is tha-" i cut him off again

"Why did he tho?" I murmured staring at my lock in hand.

"It used to be his locker but oh well...he missed school for 3 weeks and yeah." He grabs his backpacks laces after explaining.

"Oh...ok, is he still here tho?" I looked at Orlando

"I guess..." he was about to say pther thing when the bell ring and we started to go toour classes, "See you later gorgeous!" He yells from the corner of the hallway.

I stayed there...just staring at my lock for a while, then order my things fast and left to class. What I didn't know was that someone was watching at me.

Three days later, i was walking back home and i heard s car going at full speed and nasty comments were started to be listend. I kept walking trying tk pretend they didn't exist when the car is suddenly over the sideway and infront of me.

"YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME ASSHOLES!!" I yelled.

"But...you are bot dead right, bitch?" Jonathan said getting out of the car. There were five, 2 guys and 3 girls. "Don't prefer to suck my dick and be my slut, promise I'll pay a good amount." He said infront of me,

"She is already a slut baby." Veronica said

"I bet she has sleeped with half school, wouldn't surprise me if you haven been org*e or something." You know, comments are comments, you are the one who decide what hurt you and whats does not, but being Cassie the one who said that...broke my freaking heart.

I couldn't stand it anymore, wanted to leave the place so i came up with a plan very fast. I walked closer to Jonathan trying to be the most seductive I could, touched his chest, abs and got closer to his ear and said, "You are going to regret everything" Punched him with all my strenght in this genitiles, stomp on his feet, punched his nose and ran the faster I could out of there.

"You bitch!" I heard from far but i continued running, I couldn't stop, i was scared, didn't know what could happen if the get me. I could hear the car engines behind me, but i didn't stop.

I was close a bridge, ran underneath it, passed some houses but i could still hear the voices and car. My legs hurt, i needed to catch my breath, i could hear my heart beat, my body felt on fire. When I less expected am suddenly trapped, there were some abandoned buildings and warehouses but no way to get put of there. This was it, my end.

"Couldn't escape from me you nasty little bitch!?" I heard his voice, i was never one to pray but believe when i say i begged to God to save me. "You ain't going anywhere...bitch" he was behind me, I could sense it.

My hair was pulled, he pulls me by my hair to his car and i notice that it's just him and another guy. Am not getting out of here.

"We are going to have so much fun!" He licks my cheek and i try to kick him wherever.

"HELP!" I yelled, "SOMEBODY PLEASE, HELP!" my voice sounded horrific, like if i hadn't drank a single drop of water in ages, "please" y murmure my last pledge before he finally puts me over the capo of his car.

"No one's gonna help you, you slut." He says, the other guy was just watching and standing still, doing nothing.

I gave up, didn't even notice I was crying until I tasted the salt in my lips. I felt him over me, unbucking my pants and then...i didnt felt his weight anymore, instead, i heard a cry of pain, and then another cry, and another and another.

I lifted my head and there he was, grey hoddie and little hammer in hand...my savior. I smiled.

My smile just grew bigger and bigger every second I saw that boy swing that motherfucker hammer, every second that Jonathan's blood was spilled. I lool around in search pf the pther guy scared that he might try to grab but I get calm when i see him unconscious on the floor.

A few minuts later th cries stop and i look up, Jonathan was missing 3 teeths and face covered with blood, i think he could even have a brocken rib or something.

Am sitting on top of the car's capo when a feel a slight, fragile touch.

"You ok?" Wayne askes pulling a string of my hair behind my ear.

"...now I am." I smile to him and he returns a little small tiny one with a grin. I was about to say something else when he suddenly speaks

"Want to be my girlfriend or whatever?" He says looking exhausted, I chuckle

"Try a little harder and I might be." I say soflty with a small thin smile and he avoids my eyes but I still get to notice a small blush.

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Hey! So, yeah. This is my first ever published thing. Hope you enjoyed it and if you want a part two or to keep writing, am open to any suggestion! Am not very good with the warnings section so if you could help me with it, i would totally apreciate that!

Thank you for reading,

#fanfic #wayne mccullough #wayne mccullough x reader #wayne mccullough x y/n #fanfiction #wayne mccullough fanfic #wayne mccullough fanfiction #wayne #wayne x reader

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sunsethollylock · 2 years

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My take on milgrams latest video “HARROW” !!

(1) Lyrics

After watching it a second time I’m starting to feel as tho despite everything Kotoko has a very black and white mindset- of that as a child. She believes that all evils should be eliminated at once and there isn’t no room for redemption nor forgiveness.

(a) She devotes all her time into this work, “Feeding on food so I don’t burnt out/ Becoming all light headed again/I feel like I’m going crazy after straining my nerves”

there’s an abundance of lyrics ab

-winning and losing

-soul and delusion

-normalcy

- and ofc fangs

(b) The winning and losing can be ab how criminals and perpetrators are often let free and pitied on just because they felt remorse or said sorry- so they get 0 punishment. The lyrcis are also - “What is winning or losing/ How many wins in a row?”

(c) Soul and Delusions: the lyrics of this are “Everytime Death comes, the soul moves forward/ Shall we replace the poor soul and the miserable delusion?”

She may be going through intense grief of some sort? She seems rather pissed off ab how ppl would move on- or realky mad ab how ppl would move on from innocent ppl dying and nobody bats an eye.

(d) Normalcy: the lyrics “The person can’t be saved, is now understanding the abnormality/The normlazy sought for fading away,” This could mean ab how she feels as tho that the “normalcy” in society is not normal at all

(c) Fangs and Wolves: unironically even though wolves are shown a LOT in the video, the only lyric that’s ab this is “I want to gouge you out w my fangs” . This could be revealing ab how she wants to end it all, in the most.. violent way possible. As for punishment

(2) Video/Imagery

It’s actually pretty straight forward-

She’s conducting illegal investigations, hunting down anybody she deems as evil and giving them their “punishment”. She ends up investigating a serial killler- and somebody who’s only targeting young girls. She beats him up so hard that he dies-

The wolves may not only be a representation of herself, but ppl who she’s surrounded by. Wolves don’t just go hunting on their own, they are almost always gonna be in a pack. Plus I don’t think she’s just going to find all of these ppl all on her own UNLESS she has somebody to help her out

The whole reason she would be hunting these down despite how exhausted and tired she really is.. might date back to her own past of child abuse. During 0:50 we see what appears to be a lik girl all beat up and most likely dead. And than on 3:02 we actually see the man and another girl all tried up.

You can tell they are both in the same scene because of the lighting and the same floor.

And JUST like the other videos there’s also flowers. But it’s not really shown all that much here at (0:50) and (3:02)

They are

- roses

- white lilies and

- baby’s breathe

All of these make up the words of everlasting love for purity and innocence via flower language

Also note the white dress- and if you have seen a lot of horror movies they are symbols of innocence, purity, and young girls

Sooo- the flowers? They are funeral flowers. Guessing by the theme here it might be flowers that you place near a public place like a parking lot or near a shop- meaning that somebody died there and you paying them their respect.

Now who’s the second girl? The one who’s all tried up? Well colors do play a big part during this whole thing- and judging by her pink shirt and botched up hair it’s Kotoko.

So TLDR; we can assume that what set off Kotoko was that a young dead loved one died infrount of her eyes by an abuser and now she is dead set on hunting down every abuser/criminal out there out of revenge for what happened. But she also starts to lose herself along the way and instead of seeing killing as a cruel way of taking away a life, she sees it as an necessary evil to eliminate them. Hypocritical of her own beliefs

Aka- futa but this actually way more worse and sad than anybody would have imagined.

EDIT: also I’d like to note, I find it pretty ironic how she’s literally wearing a red hood throughout the story. Especially when she’s running w the wolves. Showing how the wolves may nkt be helping her at all, but hurting her. She’s literally exhausted, like breaking down, but the wolves keep on pushing her into more investigations- and I’m a way they represent how much the trauma and even the ppl around her, hold on her life.

and ig I should I put it out there. I want to forgive her but at the same time.. if you forgive her you’ll be forgiving what her true motives really are. Obvi she’s suffering from extreme childhood trauma and doesnt know how to cope w it properly- and all of this “justice” stuff may as well just be a coping mechanism for her, albeit no way in a healthy manner. And like futa, I don’t think she really DOES what justice for ppl, just something to project pent her anger and frustrations. She’s tired. Like. Exhausted. And what’s motivated her isn’t justice- but rather the trauma. We see this when a wolf smiles at her and right after that she goes for the kill. And shortly after we see glimpses of what really happened. So it’s either you support a vigilant who’s doing the right think albeit not the right motive, or you go against her despite her still doing a good thing? In a way, if you forgive her you’ll be excusing all the harm she has done to herself and to others.

#milgram #yuzuriha kotoko

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i would low key love to hear your tangent about the differences there are between how VM and TM9 react with the world

ah, the perfect excuse for me to put off my 30 page reading, thank you :3

(i’m also going to preface this by saying most of this is stuff i’ve picked from other people’s various metas and i absolutely do not remember who those authors might be so i apologize jsdlkfsd)

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but uh ... basically i feel like vox machina and the nein have a completely opposite standard for how they interact with the people the consider to be their “inner circle” vs. everyone who doesn’t qualify as that.

vm is a group of individuals who, overall, had one cruel person that slighted them but didn’t really destroy their faith in humanity. (their faith in themselves is a whole different horse. that ones .... woof. looking at you percy scanlan tary keyleth.) Percy had the briarwoods, Grog had Kevdak, the twins and tary had their father. so, the way that they interact with just random people that they meet is - with exceptions of course - amicable, or at the very least, respectably polite.

they’re the saviours of emon, the freers of whitestone. they have festivals held in their honor. they have kid fans and random farmers knocking on their doorstep for aid because they’ve heard tales of the kindness. sure, vex can be a hassle when she’s haggling down a price, and keyleth tends to poke buttons in way that gets her arrested a fair amount of the time, but at the end of the day they’re the people’s heroes, and they’re happy to be that!

their inner circle, however, is much more closely guarded. they have a few chosen allies (gilmore, allura, kima, kash and zahra, cassandra) and that’s it. They’re hesitant with anyone else trying to creep into their personal fold. Hell, it took beating up tary and him breaking down sobbing for them to even consider liking him. they’ve been burned by raishan and clarota and hotis, by individuals they let in and who then stabbed them in the back. they’ll do almost any favor for a stranger who asks, but they’ll be damned if they trust anyone to actually join their midst. vox machina is vox machina is vox machina and that’s incredibly hard to change.

the nein, on the other hand, are fundamentally a group of rejects. some of them have specific people they can point a finger at and say “i hate you”, but those problems stem from a greater societal rejection. beau has daddy issues, but she also felt rejected by the entire cobalt soul until dairon found her. caleb has trent’s fucked up shit, but he also has this constant pressure of having failed his entire country, not to mention the faceless hate piled up on him from living homeless for a year. jester’s whole deal is that she had to hide from LITERALLY ALL OF SOCIETY for her entire childhood because she wasn’t supposed to exist.

and so, the nein are shitheads to society right back. they’re mean to random barkeeps, they trash their inns and don’t say sorry, they mock most NPCs behind their back (or sometimes right to their face. @ marius). Every favor asked of them comes with a ton of deliberation and arguing about whether its bait or not (ie bowlgate, the giants in the mine outside rosohna, essiks “favors”).

but, on the flip side, they’re willing to tug just about anyone into their ranks. if society already hates them by default, what’s there to lose if they get close to someone? nothing, there’s only more love to be found! so it’s adopting random bird girls on the road, its sending cupcakes to a hag that cursed your friend, its sending messages to everyone you’ve ever met just to check in, it’s making someone sit in the hot tub with you and share trauma and then when you find out he started a war you say “we get it bro” and kiss him on the forehead. it’s “welcome to the mighty nein”.

and it’s also very interesting, i think, to talk about the ways in which the party interacts with themselves. vox machina was a family, undoubtedly, as is the nein now. but vox machina ... had a lack of desperation to their attachment. i mean for one, they took a full year off from adventuring together and scattered cross continent. even if the nein gets down time like they did, i expect they’ll just trail each other around like lemmings. (its kind of what they’ve been doing from hiatus until now with the eiselcross arc starting).

but vox machina just ... went. and scanlan walked away from the party and (after the heat of the moment), they agreed to just let him be. and pike would spend weeks on quests for sarenrae without much of a complaint. even at the end - and this will be a controversial take, i know - but they let vax go pretty easily. (sure, mechanically they were wiped from fighting, but besides tears the only attempt to defy trq was from percy, which even he gave up on with minimal struggle because vax said to stop it). that’s not to say they don’t miss each other when they’re gone! of course they do!!! but they trust each other to go off into the world, because the world as whole is a place they trust.

(the one exception to this might be vex, who fought every one of these situations adamantly, but that’s a whole separate essay about her issues stemming from an innate sense of ‘failed family’ that she’s desperate to not repeat, and less about a mistrust of everyone until proven otherwise)

the nein on the other hand. hoo boy. they’ve been hot glued to each other’s hips since day one. So many quotes (many from beau, which could be worked into my previous vex essay, as they’re very much cross-campaign foils. getting sidetracked again) are about their inability to separate. “You don’t get to choose who cares about you”; “No one goes”; “If one of us is gone for more than 7 days assume we’re dead and have a funeral”; “Do we have co-dependecy issues?” Jester’s cool personal vacation to her god’s get together turned into a party with everyone because why would she go anywhere without the nein? Veth’s time with Luc and/or Yeza is constantly overrun with the rest of the nein dropping in for fun. Even small things like shopping trips are so much more “oh well if you’re going then i’ll go” snowballs than they ever were with vm.

Also, ashley’s absences had to be much more forceful than in c1. Post episode 11, the only time yasha left the group (rather than someone else piloting her) of her own free will was when she ran in grief from molly’s grave. And yes, there’s something to be said about “oh they were on a boat for a long time she had nowhere to go” but if Matt can justify astral projection pike, i feel like he could justify ‘the stormlord teleports yasha away for a bit’ and he chose not to.

Because!!!!!!!!! of the dynamic that the nein has!!!!!!!! Because of this idea that the world is bad and cold and full of hate and in here in our little hut (soon to be mansion??????) it’s safe and good and full of love and no one can leave because then you’d be going somewhere much more dangerous and we can’t have that, now can we?

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well uh. that’s a lot of words. i hope they made some sense??? and were at all what you were expecting???? thank u for sending the ask tho this was very fun to write!!

tldr: vox machina is a group of people who were betrayed by one bad figure, so they trust the world and are wary of the individual; whereas the nein is a group of people who were failed by the world at large so they welcome the loner and fear the pack.

#critical role #vox machina #the mighty nein #critical role meta #hey the actual essay bit turned out be 1200 words On The Nose

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