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plaguethewaters · 1 month

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@thetiredyuk i am having more Thoughts about that one - ranboo is the sone of death beeduo au. I was about to just send you an ask but also this is almost 2k words so it may be better off as a post lmfao

So like. bullet points time, this is an approximate summary of what i think the Plot would be like - wordbuilding aside

(Temporary mcd, suicide warning)

Year like, 1500 something (to be more well researched but i do want it to be like. something something renaissance. it works) we've got two poor ass kids born of the same year. Except tommy is pretty much a normal guy, liked by his family and such. His parents have enough children they can gamble for at least one to be successfull, so they send him to be a painter's apprentice in the hope he'll make some kind of money. There, in the slighter bigger town thats almost a city but not quite, he meets tubbo. Now Tubbo would have been a normal guy, except he was born with facial deformities so now everyone thinks he's a demonic freak hated by the gods (this renaissance world is politheistic bc kristin needs to be there and also i wil not do christianity if i dont have to lmao.)

Tommy is not intimidated by any gods. obviously. also his dad is really into the goddess of death and he prays enough for both of them, so he's like. protected and shite. And he immidiately hits it off with the cursed boy

surprise hes not actually cursed but people are dicks anyways. Tommy makes him a fancy mask to cover his face - even thought its totally cool as shit, but its cool enough only tommy should ever get to see it - and that eventually does help him. Because tubbo wasnt like, a shit guy. Hes a damn good builder and knows how to read, which are talents big enough that the costruction workers for that church out of town are ready to ignore the whole probably cursed thing. As long as he as the masks.

Tommy: makes him the first genuine gift hes ever received in fifteen years of life Tubbo: never takes it off again. like never Tommy: shocked pikachu face

anyways so tommy dies like. super young. They have their fun for a few years but at like seventeen tommy is called to be the artist for this very fancy duke of the town over - and at the start they'r super happy bc that means Money and Food and Roof over your head and shite. its a very good fucking deal.

except the noble is a bastard. His town revolts against him, and when they storm the castle they aren't exactly asking names or faces: tommy gets immidiately like, super destroyed by the crowd, and dies a few minutes later.

Tubbo hears of this like five months later bc its the fifteen hunderds and hes poor.

He does Not take it very well ngl

He goes a bit murdery - basically hes like "im not living without tommy, might as well burn down a village while im at it right, right."

Now ranboo, in all of this, freshly the equivalent of seventeen for an immortal death being, is starting on their training to actually become death- His mom send him on a quaint little village in europe thinking "hey, the most those guys die of is like. malaria. consumption maybe. itll be easy as hell"

And now like two hundred different souls are around him with FIRE written on their foreheads and Ranboo feels distinctly outside of his range, to be really honest.

he steps a couple ethereak planes down just to see what the heck is the matter - if this is another of those voide beings his mom will be Super Pissed and they want to see that reaction

And it isnt the void people

Instead, in front of their eyes, the singular most beautiful person hes ever seen - and hes seen lots, in this line of work.

He cant see their face, but their actions speak enough. The sheer rage, the almost dance like movement of their body perfectly framed by the light of their torch, seeing no humanity or mercy in whatever their searching for. their hair look angelic in its softness, burnt by the worst flames of hell and yet tended by the same hands who wield it - strong hands, clearly forged by hard work and dedication. This is a guy who has nothing to lose, and there's little Death loves most than someone who doesnt fear it.

He has to go down, has to speak to them immidiately.

So he does.

There's really no time - his mom had given the singular rule not to interact with humans, shell be on them in Seconds- but one question can be asked in the haste: "What brings a mortal to do this?"

"It's all for you, love!" the mortal says. They also say some other things, after, but Ranboo is not very well versed in the human tongue and they are speaking Very Loudly.

(Tubbo actually said "Fuck you, you motherfucker it's Your Fault, you took every single thing i love". Easy mistake, if one thinks about it.)

Their mom is Pretty Pissed but she does undesrtand stupid things done for young love. So she's like "eh, ive loved mortals too. go have fun" and everything

Except a year passes, and ranboo still hasnt even spoken to the guy, and she remembers suddenly Mortality Exists.

Shes never had them take a soul who died naturally - for lack of occasion, mostly - and they may have been. a tad sheltered. They most definitely do Not know what death actually is like for humans, nor how long does it take for them to die

she wonders if it would be a tad overprotective to take this over for them

she thinks about seventy years in the future, at most, when the boy dies. She thinks that her son cannot cry but can definitely cry. she thinks of their screams of sadness ringing through her ears-

Tubbo wakes up in the river, alive.

He did not Intend to be alive, and it's actually quite unfortunate for him to be so.The survivors are quite angry and probably close to him, now. Welp, no way to die is reallt any worse than another, he thinks. Ill just wait here for them.

When the pitchfork collapses his heart and he continues breathing, he understands something might be a little bit wrong.

And like, a good five hundred years pass like this.

Things Tubbo has learned in his five hundred, twenty three and two halves years on this demon forsaken earth:

Clothes get so much shittier over time. he has One (1) tailored shit from the 1800 and Nothing has even barely compared to it ever since.

getting stabbed does not hurt less just because youre not actually dying. Poisoning is actiively way worse since you're not actually dying. Diving off cliffs is Not Fun. In general, try not to do dying things even if youre immortal

theres a hole in his heart where his loved ones were and it will never get filled

Food gets esponentially better over time. Lord bless whoever decided curry should go on chicken because they were Cooking For Real. Chocolate was still better before though.

Working for soulles bosses has not changed At All in all of this time tho.

he works at mcdonalds because no college would accept his non existant resume, and being immortal dosent deprive him of his needs unfortunately. The manager took one look at this kid dressed from like three different centuries with a goat mask on his head and was like. why not. at least youre not a stoner and you know how to read.

His coworkers firmly believe hes a criptid and have a full going investigation to prove it. The highest bet at fifty dollars says hes mothman in disguise, there to eat the fliest that live on their shitty food. The lowest bets hes an angel waiting for the right time to brign down armageddon.

Every night he goes in the woods to an almost forgotten Death altar and he prays. Half of his prayers consist of insults and the other half are pleas for her to fucking kill him already

This does not help the criptid chronicles

Kristin also has like. only so much patience. Hes holding up the prayers line - which is actually still pretty fucking used in central asia - and hes generally annoying as shit.

She takes ranboo by the scruff, gives them a passable human form, and throws them down there. Get your shit together boy youre like a thousand years old. Get your man (to stop fucking with the phoneline)

Ranboo is Not Enthusiastic about this but cmon. Hes death. How hard can working at a mac really be?

Spoiler it is

Spoiler it does Not matter, because awkwardness aside ranboo is funny, and easy to talk to, and compassionate and caring. He doesnt want to kill tubbo, he doesnt look at him like hes a fictional creature (and yes marcie, hes seen the bet table), he isnt his soulless boss. Tubbo is grieving but he also very desperstely wants a friend.

One day someone stops at his shitty apartment at like three am

Ranboo stands in fron of his door drenched from head to toe, holding the possibly smallest kitten tubbo has ever seen in his Life. Hes miserable but the cat is miracoulously dry, screaming their head off - and ranboo is panicking. Are they okay are they dying? Do you have any food i dont know what he eats but its so small and i didnt know where else to go- please i dont want it to die or something and-

The moon shines on their long, wet hair and their stupid fucking suit is as wrinkled as ever. They look like they desperately want to rub their hands against each other but there is a kitten in the way and it probably makes them even more anxious - theres very little messes bigger than him, right now.

Tubbo falls in love.

They heal the kitten and keep enderchest in their now shared apartment.

They grow closer, and closer, and something is forming. Ranboo is aware a relationship cannot be based on lies, as much as it worries him how tubbo will react.

so he prepares like a romantic ass evening

roses and candles and a nice dinner with a fancy wine

tubbo almost gets flustered

except at the end of the night the confession isnt "i love you" but "im the guy who took away your only ffamily".

and he sees Red.

Ranboo doesnt remember what tubbo screamed, not exactly. He remembers grief, and crying, and feeling worse than he ever believed he could. He remembers the endless guilt sitting in his chest, and the slam of a door - maybe from the inside out. Hes definitely outside, now, and the house ifìs far away enough eh cant see it, but that could also be the tears.

His mother finds him crouched in a patch of grass, tears steaming down their cheeks in a constant flow. Shes not aware if they'd returned to death form to feel safer, or because they believed they deserved the burn. Shes not sure what option makes her feel worse.

shes aware that this is. pretty much her fault

TO HER DEFENSE she was not really aware humans were so touchy about death. The souls she reaps arent very talkative and the guy shes with is chill about it so like. maybe this one is weird

(the guy she's with is Phil, whos Decidly not a human but has also decided not to tell her yet. For the bit, yknow? He's been a live a couple thousand years, it would be awkward to drop it now. He's also somewhat a serial killer and Not Normal about death At All)

BUt this is still here fault and she does have to set it right a little bit

So she summons Tubbo to her persnoal room in the palace and goes like. "oi. why r u so mad little guy"

And hes like: you took away the single person whos ever loved me ever

"Wait that's the only problem?"

"What the fuck else would it be"

"thought u were mad at him cause he lied lol"

"LYING IS NOT WORSE THAN KILLING A GUY"

Anyways Kristen is so relieved rn. She thought tubbo was phisically like, repulsed by the concept of death and all, and he was mad that Ranboo lied to him and all. Which he is, but the rage is so so much less than the grief yknoe. And she knows how to fix it if its just one (1) measly soul

Tommy is so fucking confused

Th modern world is full of sounds and weird textures and the food is fucking fantastic but also Too Much, and Tubbo introduced him to this weird ass potion hed called a bong and now hes seeing gods the likes of which had never been discoveres

Over all hes just happy to be alive and with his best friend

He kinda hates ranboo. The fucker threw a scyte at him for no reason when tommy would have Almost Certainly survived because he is simply That Cool. Ranboo didn't believe in his awesomeness enough and is thus a Bitch

Tubbo is. iffy

He cant deny he has a teensy tiny crush now, because hes far too deep in this for that

But also ranboo did like. lie straight to his face

but also tubbo would Not have believed him if a random guy showed up at three am at a mcdonalds saying they were the child of death

and he Did trust that what he saw in ranboo was real, betrayal aside. No one fakes looking That much like a wet cat

so it does take a while. couple years in fact, to get back at the level of trust they had before (inster a cool anime montage where they have lots of fun together as roommates and cats coparents and all)

One night when they are - not back together, because they hadnt been dating before, but back to that almost definitely dating just not officialized stage- ranboo asks him if would ever want to be mortal again.

And tubbo thinks of it. His time on earth had been so plagued by grief hed never really ecperienced anything it had to offer. Hed never seen the sights or did anything at all besides praying for death, and thats kind of a shitty way to pass five hundred years

'But tubbo what about your humanity? wouldnt it be irrevocabily lost by giving awau something so fundamentally human as death" someone would ask. And tubbo would anser "ehh who cares"

He hasnt been fully human since hes burned that whole village down, anyway. And he likes the benefits of this life more than whateer moral superiority a Normal human would have over him

just-

"and tommy too, obviously. I get the feeling you dont like him dead" Ranboo jokes.

There's no decision at all then. Fuck yeah, immortal boyfriend and immortal brother what more could a fucker want.

They get to cause chaos on earth and probably kill a bunch of rich people for a long long time

the end :)

Im like. very tentatively calling this Deathless Death, in the vane hope that i will write something for this better thant bullet points. But for now bullet points it is

#beeduo #cbeeduo #ctubbo #cranboo #ctommy #dsmp fanfiction #dsmp fanfic #this is the longest thing ive written in Months #plague writes

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elusivewildflower · 2 years

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The Other Fitzroy | Reader x Court Gentry/Sierra Six | Pt. 1

Pairing: Fitzroy!Reader x Court Gentry/Sierra Six

Summary: You’re Donald Fitzroy’s eldest niece, and Claire’s older sister. This takes place about 2 years ago when the home address in Hong Kong was leaked. Reader is in their early 20s.

Warnings: Cursing, blood, death of a minor character, smut, fingering, unprotected p in v. I think that’s it?

Word Count: 7.5k

A/N: It has been like 5 months since I have written anything, and I’ve found that I’m terrible at writing short fics. But, I am currently obsessed with The Gray Man and have a little series planned in my head. I hope that you’ll enjoy, and I welcome feedback!

MINORS DNI

Your fingers were beginning to prune from being immersed in dish water for god knows how long. You silently cursed yourself and your sister for loving those stupid cute cups and tumblers, the ones that had to be washed by hand. They’d pile up next to the sink until the two of you had almost run out of clean ones before someone finally bit the bullet and completed the task of washing them. You were grateful for being the one who finally cracked. You needed the distraction. Ever since your uncle informed you that your address had been leaked, you had been on edge. Your worrying was all of your fault, though, as your uncle would’ve rather not told you the truth– you, however, pushed for it.

Your uncle, Donald, had called both you and your sister to the dining table for a discussion one bright and early morning.

“I’ve been called out to another mission. I’ll be gone for a few days, maybe even up to a week.” He paused momentarily as the information settled into his nieces minds. Once he was satisfied that neither of them had any questions, he continued. “I’m sending one of the Sierra’s to keep watch over the property while I am gone.”

Claire’s brows furrowed momentarily, but then she gave a shrug. Your brows, however, remained furrowed as you gazed pointedly at Donald. You had questions, but you wanted to wait until your sister had left the room. A quiet sigh escaped from your uncle. He had hoped that this would slip past you without any questions, but he knew better than that.

Seeing as the conversation had so-far ended, your sister picked up her phone and stood from her seat. “Well, I’m going back to trying to beat my own high score.” She walked into the direction of her bedroom, and once she had disappeared from sight, you turned your attention back to Donald.

“Why are you sending a Sierra to watch over us? We don’t normally have extra protection while you are gone.” You asked, eyeing him over suspiciously. Something didn’t seem right. There was something he didn’t want to tell you.

“It never hurts to have extra protection while I am gone and out of the country.” Came his quick reply.

You gave a slight nod of your head, “That’s true, but I spent the last few years training just to make sure that Claire would remain safe while you are gone. Normally that’s no issue. What’s changed now?”

He let forth another small sigh, his gaze dropping from meeting yours. “You trained so that you could keep the both of you safe.” He paused very briefly, “Someone up in D.C. accidentally leaked our address. It was only for a few hours, but who knows who found the information before it was fixed.”

You swallowed thickly. Oh. That couldn’t be good. You tapped your nails gently upon the table, your mind already moving a mile a minute. “Who are you sending?” You asked curiously, even if you already had an idea. There was only one Sierra that he trusted enough to be this close to his family.

“Six.” Came his reply.

You nodded, pushing back your chair and rising to your feet. That was all you had needed to know for now.

Six was the one who had taught you how to fight, shoot a gun, and everything else one may need to know to survive. You were only nineteen when your parents died, and Donald took both you and Claire in. You knew his line of work, knew how dangerous it could be, and you wanted to be able to help if anything ever happened. You begged Donald to let you be trained, to be useful if ever an emergency arose, and he eventually agreed. He realized you needed something to focus on to cope with your grief and anger, and Six wasn’t busy at the time with any missions.

Your training with Six lasted for about a year, however he had to go off on several missions during that span of time, so you only spent about six months together. That didn’t mean you weren’t training in your own free time, though. The man was almost twice your age, but damn if he wasn’t attractive. You couldn’t even help the crush you formed on him, especially when he began to slowly open up to you. He even told you his real name.

Your head snapped up as you heard footsteps entering the room, the noise startling you. You should’ve known better than to let yourself get wrapped up in thoughts.

“Let me just show you around the property, and introduce you to the girls.” Came the voice of Claire’s nanny, Jenny, her footsteps being one pair that had startled you from your thoughts.

You turned your head so that you were gazing in their direction, your eyes meeting his. You took a moment to take in his form. He was dressed in a light gray suit, with a black shirt underneath. That was certainly a change from what you saw him in when you trained together. He cleaned up nicely– and somehow he had gotten even hotter. Damn, the crush you had on him four years ago came crawling right back the second you saw him.

The nanny gestured towards you, “This is (Y/N). Donald’s eldest niece. She’s tw–”

She was cut off by Six. “Twenty-two, I know. We’ve met before. I trained her a few years ago.” The corner of his lip curled up into the hint of a smile as he gave you a nod of his head.

You raised a soapy hand from the sink and gave a short wave. “Good to see ya, Six.”

His only response was another nod of his head as Jenny dragged him off to meet Claire and finish the tour of the property.

You turned your attention back to your task of handwashing the plethora of cups, a small smile spreading across your face as you realized you had just finished the last one. You quickly grabbed a towel and dried each one off, before putting them back into their respective homes in the cabinet.

You heaved a heavy sigh as you now realized you’d have to find something else to distract yourself. However, this time, it wasn’t just from the worries of someone bad finding your address, it was from the lingering thoughts of Six. Your eyes scanned the room until they landed upon your tablet, your feet carrying you over to the dining table where it had been left. Picking it up, you unlocked it quickly and swiped through until you found the book you had started reading earlier. This distraction would work for now, you thought. At least until you’re face to face with Six again….

The sun had set a couple of hours ago, and Jenny had just left for a bite after putting Claire to bed. You, however, had hardly moved an inch from your spot on the couch, deeply enthralled by the book you had been reading. You felt eyes upon you as Six hunched over the dining table nearby.

“That must be a damn good book. You haven’t moved an inch.” He commented wryly.

Your eyes lifted from your tablet for a moment, a smirk tugging at your lips. “Mmhmm,” you hummed in response.

“What’s it about?” He questioned just as your eyes returned to your tablet’s screen.

“Nothing you’d be interested in,” You teased, setting the tablet upon your lap as your gaze lifted to meet his once more.

He breathed out a laugh through his nose, “Oh, is that so?” The corner of his lips turning up at your teasing tone.

“Not unless you’re secretly into period romance novels. You know, the ones where the Lady falls in love with a rake who changes his ways just to be with her?” Your teasing tone remained throughout your words, your smirk growing into a bit of a smile.

Just as he opened his mouth to reply, you both heard the sound of stumbling footsteps coming from Claire’s hallway, and soon after–

“(Y/N)? Mr. Six? Something’s wrong.” Your younger sister barely managed to get out before she tumbled to the floor.

Both you and Six sprang into action, his longer legs carrying himself to her faster than you could. “Get the keys!” He called to you, pointing in the direction that they were sitting upon a table as he lifted Claire effortlessly into his arms. Not needing to be told twice, you diverted from your running towards Claire and grabbed up the keys.

The ride to the hospital had not taken long at all, thanks to how fast Six had been driving. If you hadn’t been cradling your sick sister in your arms in the backseat, you probably would’ve marveled at how it felt like you were in a Fast and Furious movie. You had called Jenny during the ride, and she was able to meet you there shortly after the three of you had arrived. Claire was immediately wheeled back into surgery as they went about fixing the programming issue her pacemaker was having. Now all the three of you had to do was wait.

Jenny took a seat in one of the chairs in the waiting room. You, on the other hand, didn’t feel like sitting. Neither did Six, it seemed; but then again, how often did he ever really sit to begin with? The hospital staff assured you that they could easily fix what ailed Claire, but that still didn’t stop you from worrying. You paced around the waiting room for a few minutes, your eyes brimmed with tears that threatened to fall. Sure, this was far from the first time she had been sick. But, each time it felt as if it was the first– or even the last. That worried you even more. She was still so young, had so much life left to live, but any day could be her last if her pacemaker ever malfunctioned.

You heaved a heavy sigh as you gazed around the room, your eyes meeting Six’s for a brief moment. He gave a cant of his head, an invitation to come stand next to him. He still looked damn good in that suit, his hands resting at his waist as he leaned against the wall. You stood in place for a moment as you contemplated joining him. After a second of more thought, you decided you’d take him up on his offer, and moved to place yourself beside him against the wall.

He nudged you gently with his elbow, “She’ll be alright.” He spoke comfortably.

You let out another sigh, and a brief nod of your head. “I know, it’s just–” You cut yourself off, the words getting trapped in your throat. You swallowed thickly, willing the tears not to fall down your cheeks.

He gave a nod of his head, “I know.” He knew what you meant, and he knew you didn’t have the strength to say the words aloud. He was kind enough to not force you to do so.

You’re not sure what you were thinking when you decided to lean your head against his shoulder, hell, you’re not even sure you were thinking at all. But, once it had been done, your eyes widened in panic. You had rarely been this close to Six, and you knew he wasn’t an affectionate man. You fully expected him to cough and move himself away from you discreetly, but that wasn’t what happened. He wrapped an arm around your back and pulled you in a bit closer, giving you the reassuring touch that you needed in that instance. You sucked in a deep breath as he did, one that was meant to both calm you and be used to inhale his scent. It was an intoxicating blend of pine, musk, and bergamot.

After what felt like a lifetime, Claire was brought out of surgery and placed into a room that you could visit her in. You and Six hadn’t moved from your spot on the wall until the news came out that she was awake– and you were the first to move, bolting towards her room. You half-listened as the doctor went over the non-invasive procedure with Jenny, only really catching that they were able to track her pacemaker the entire trip to here. While that comforted you slightly, you also knew that that meant she’d be able to be tracked anywhere– and that could be used by the wrong people if it got into the wrong hands. You pushed that thought aside and gave Claire’s hand a squeeze. She was alright, for now, and that was what you wanted to focus on. When Claire gave Six the rock’n’roll salute, you couldn’t help but chuckle. Your eyes met his briefly, and a wide and warm smile was sent his way. He bowed his head in response, and your attention turned back to your sister.

Back at home, you brought over two bowls of chocolate ice cream to where Claire and Six sat at the dining table. Six had declined your offer of ice cream, to no surprise, but you weren’t passing up on the tasty treat. You sat yourself across from Claire, immediately digging in.

“You feeling better?” Asked Six, his eyes barely glancing up from the cameras he watching, but it was clear the words were aimed towards Claire.

Your younger sister gave a small shrug of her shoulders, “Just another Thursday.”

“Donald says this is the best medicine, ice cream,” Claire starts, her words mostly aimed towards Six with a light of mirth in her gaze upon him. “I tend to agree,” She finished, spooning more of the frozen dessert into her mouth.

You chuckled softly, giving her a nod of your head as you spooned ice cream into your own mouth. “As do I.”

The corner of Six’s mouth turned up slightly as he looked over at Claire, then towards you for a moment before returning to the screen of the laptop in front of him. “He’s a very smart man,” He responded, humor laced within his words.

Claire smiled ruefully, her eyes glancing over towards you for a few moments. “Only family I’ve got, besides (Y/N).”

You gave her a warm, comforting smile at her words. Your foot reached out underneath the table and tapped against her leg, her smile widening a bit at the touch.

“Closest thing to family I’ve got too,” Six added on, causing both of your attentions to return towards him as his eyes remained glued to the screen.

“Maybe that kind of makes all of us family, too.” Came Claire’s response.

You felt as if your heart had lurched up into your throat, the pounding becoming more noticeable now. Six, viewed as family? You weren’t sure that you could ever pull that one off. But, you certainly enjoyed his presence and trusted him just as much as your uncle did. Maybe you all could be like a family?

The corners of Six’s mouth twitched up into a small smile once more, his eyes glancing between you and Claire before returning once more to the view of the cameras. His brows furrowed ever so slightly as Claire yawned. “You both should go to bed.”

As Jenny stepped into view from standing somewhere off in the kitchen to agree with Six’s words, you stood from your seat. As you passed behind where Six was seated, you caught a glance of the screen. All of the cameras appeared offline, and a feeling of dread filled you to the core. You halted behind him, gaze locked upon the screen of the laptop. Feeling your presence, Six glanced behind him.

“You should go to bed. I’ve got it handled.”

His words did not encourage you to move, your body frozen in place as you thought over all of the possibilities. By now, Jenny had escorted Claire off towards her bedroom, and you could vaguely hear them mentioning running a bath and turning on a record.

“Go. I’ve got it handled.” He spoke once more, a bit more firmly, as his hand reached out to grasp yours.

The touch sent a feeling of shock through you, enough to finally draw your eyes from the black screen of the cameras. Your eyes met his and you gave him a single nod, finally willing yourself to move down the hall towards Claire’s bedroom, his grasp upon your hand slipping as you walked off. You hadn’t planned on sleeping in your own room tonight, knowing that your sister would want you with her. It was like this every time she had a medical episode, or surgery. She wanted her older sister in bed next to her, comforting and keeping watch. Honestly, it was just as therapeutic for you as it was for her. You could rest well knowing that you could easily wake and monitor her breathing, to make sure that she was okay.

By the time you had entered Claire’s bedroom, she was already in the bathroom brushing her teeth as Jenny readied her bath. You took the time that they were both out of the room to access the gun that you had stashed within Claire’s room. You made sure it was loaded and tucked it away under the pillow you’d be sleeping with. The soft sound of a commotion taking place in the main area of the house caught your attention, and you slowly creeped down the hallway to get a better look. Your head whipped in the direction of Claire’s bedroom as you heard her footsteps joining you, a pointed look going unnoticed by her. Her attention was solely focused on Six, who seemed to be standing in front of a pair of shoes.

“Is everything okay?” You asked, a second before Claire’s mouth opened to ask the same question.

Six lifted a broken piece of something into the air, “Yeah, I just broke a bowl.”

Both you and Claire glanced down towards the pair of shoes that you could see, clearly belonging to someone who was now knocked out–or worse– upon the floor, and back up towards Six.

“You sure you’re alright?” Asked Claire, as you remained by her side, silently now.

Six breathed out a sigh, “Yeah, just another Thursday.” He then nodded his head towards Claire’s room. “Go on back to bed.”

The both of you hesitated for a moment, but Claire was the first to move back down the hall towards her room. You lingered for a few moments longer, gaze locked upon him. A million questions and scenarios ran through your mind. It wasn’t until he shooed you off with his hand and a pointed look that you finally turned and made your way back to her room, shutting the door behind you.

You plopped yourself down onto your sister’s full size bed as you waited for her to finish her bath, wondering if there would be more intruders throughout the night, or if you were lucky and only one had found your address. You heaved a sigh just as Claire and Jenny emerged from the bathroom. Jenny said her goodbyes after tucking Claire into bed, completely oblivious to the fact that Six had fought off an intruder, and left the room. You figured that she’d never even know that someone had gotten in, seeing as you fully expected Six to have moved the body the second you had shut the door to Claire’s room.

“You trust Six, yeah?” Claire asked softly, several minutes into getting comfortable in bed.

You took a moment to respond, not expecting that question coming out of her mouth. You gave a nod of your head, even if she couldn’t see you. “Yeah, of course. Donald trusts him, and he’s the one who trained me.”

You barely caught the slight nod of her head, and a sigh of relief. “Good.” She murmured, snuggling into her blankets as her eyes began to flutter close. You rolled onto your other side, facing the doorway, and closed your own eyes. You weren’t sure if you’d fall into slumber as fast as your sister had, but you certainly would try.

The soft sound of the click of a door opening roused you from your sleep. You weren’t sure how long you had been asleep for, but you knew the sound of that door opening wasn’t a good sign. Before you even willed your eyes open, you slowly slid your hand that was cradled under your head beneath the pillow. Once your hand found purchase upon the gun you had stashed underneath, you cracked a single eye open. You didn’t want to risk whomever had entered Claire’s room to notice you were awake, at least not until you had a chance to see who it was.

Your heart hammered in your chest, and consequently, in your ears, as your eye focused upon who had disturbed your sleep. You were quite thankful for being a light sleeper as you took in the all-black clad man that stood just six feet before you. His eyes were glancing about the room, not having noticed that you were awake just yet. You silently sucked in a breath as you noticed the silenced gun he held in his hands. You clenched your jaw as you silently slid the gun out from under the pillow, and within seconds fired it off into the man's chest– twice. You had moved so quickly he hadn’t even had a chance to react, which you were thankful for, as his body landed with a thud upon the ground. You had also had a silencer attached to your weapon, but that didn’t mean Claire would’ve heard nothing and you immediately flipped over onto your side to shield her from anything she might see.

“(Y/N)?” She croaked out sleepily, barely lifting her head from the pillow.

“Shhh, shhh. It’s just me, I knocked something off of the nightstand.” You lied, hoping that your sister was delirious enough with sleep to not question what she had heard. Because it most certainly did not sound like something had simply fallen.

She let out a hum and nodded her head, dropping it back down to her pillow directly afterward. You remained where you were for a few moments, watching for her breathing to become even again before you made a move. Now that you had a moment to process, you feared for Six. Where was he? Surely someone wouldn’t have gotten past him that easily. Did they hurt him? Oh God. What if he was injured, or worse, dead? You had to get out of the room to check on him. But, you also had to get the body of the man you’d just shot out of the room before Claire woke up again. You didn’t want to expose her to that sort of trauma.

As you slowly removed yourself from the bed, careful not to stir your sister from her sleep, adrenaline coursed through your veins. The door to the bedroom was already opened, so all you needed to do was drag the fully grown man through it and….God knows where. You had no idea how to dispose of a body. That wasn’t really something you had been taught. Nevertheless, you grabbed a hold of the man by his legs and began to drag him through the threshold of the door, and down the narrow hallway. You had gotten about five feet down the hall when you heard a voice behind you.

“(Y/N)?” Six asked incredulously. He had heard the sound of the silenced gunshot and had immediately began carefully making his way towards the room. Almost fearful of what he would find.

You whipped your head around so that you could see him. “Six?! Where the hell were you?!” You whisper-shouted at him, not wanting to risk waking Claire.

Six almost looked bashful for a moment, his hand reaching up to rub at his neck. “I closed my eyes for a second. I…fell asleep.”

You blinked at him for a moment, unable to fathom that response. “You fell asleep?!” You hissed at him, “What the hell kind of bodyguard are you?!” You regained your pace of dragging the now-dead man down the hall when Six closed the distance between you.

“I’m sorry. Let me handle this.” He spoke softly, one of his hands resting over your forearm.

You shook your head, “No. I need to get rid of this–him– before Claire wakes again and sees the pool of blood on her floor.”

His hand squeezed your arm gently, his other grabbing ahold of one of the legs. “I’ll get rid of him, you focus on cleaning up the blood. Teamwork, yeah?” He suggested, trying to get you to reason with him.

You tucked your lower lip in-between your teeth as you breathed a harsh breath of air through your nose. “Fine.” Came your reluctant response, dropping your hold on the body as you swiftly headed off towards the kitchen for towels and other cleaning supplies you’d need to clean the pool, and now trail, of blood.

Starting in Claire’s room, you quietly knelt down and laid a towel over the small pool of blood. You were eager to get her floor cleaned the quickest, laying another towel down upon the ground to slide across the floor– cleaning the trail that led from her room to the hallway. You grimaced at the sight, and were thankful that all of the lights were off in the house–limiting your vision so that you wouldn’t have to see all of the details of what you were cleaning. You brought the two towels from her room and dumped them into the trash bag you had left in the hallway, shutting her bedroom door behind you. You concentrated on taking deep breaths as you grabbed a third towel and slid it across the hallway floor, trying to ignore the way your hands were trembling as you moved about your task.

It was far from the first time you’d shot a gun, but this moment would be imprinted in your mind for the rest of your life, as it was the first time you’d ever taken a life. Of course, it’s not like you had a choice. It was either kill or risk being killed. You kept Claire safe, which is exactly what your training had been for. You tried to comfort yourself with those thoughts, but it still didn’t help stop your hands from shaking. You supposed it was the adrenaline wearing off.

After several more moments, Six finally rejoined you. You almost hadn’t heard his footsteps, too lost in your own thoughts to be as on guard as you should’ve been. You didn’t even want to ask what he had done with the body, so you remained silent as he finished helping you clean up any evidence that Claire might find in the morning. As you handed off the last towel to be thrown away to Six, he paused briefly, eyeing you over. Without even looking for the opening of the trash bag you’d been using, he tossed the towel in.

“Are you alright?” He questioned softly, his gaze falling towards the trembling hand that you still had half-raised in the air. One that you quickly tried to hide by slapping it down onto your thigh.

“I’m fine,” You spoke weakly, grimacing at how soft your voice sounded.

He gave a click of his tongue in response before reaching down to grasp your hand, laying it facing palm upwards on his own. He took in the sight of your blood-stained hands before placing his other hand on top, your hand sandwiched between his.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” His voice was barely louder than a whisper as he tugged gently upon your hand, leading you towards the hallway in which your bedroom was located– a separate side from where Claire’s was.

You let him lead you without protest, only squinting and groaning softly as he turned on the lights to your ensuite bathroom, the brightness burning your eyes briefly. You frowned as you now took in the appearance of your hands and forearms in the light. They were covered in a dark reddish brown hue. As you stared down at your hands, Six turned on the sink and found a washcloth, lathering it up with soap.

“I imagine that was your first time?” He asked as he reached back for your right hand, running it under the warm water before scrubbing at it with the cloth. He only used enough pressure to scrub off the blood, massaging in circles as if to help calm your tremors.

You finally looked up from your hands to catch a view of his face, but he was not looking at you any longer. You nodded your head and took a moment before speaking to take in his side profile up close. His expression was one of full concentration, so you believed you had a few moments to admire him. However, when his deep blue eyes cast a sidelong glance, he caught you staring. Your cheeks flushed and you cleared your throat, “Uh, yeah.”

He hummed softly, “It gets easier after a while. Though, I hope that’ll be your first and last.”

You chuckled dryly, “Seeing who I’m related to, I’m not so sure that it will be.”

He breathed a laugh through his nose as he reached for your left hand, placing it under the stream of warm water to clean it just like he had done the other. “Yeah, well, that’s why I’m here. To keep the both of you safe.”

You raised your brows at his words, “You were the one who fell asleep,” You spoke pointedly, though you couldn’t help but crack a small smile at the guilty look that spread across his face.

He shut the water off and grabbed a clean towel to dry your hands off with. He set it upon the counter and grabbed your hand, placing it upon his chest–over his heart. “I’m sorry. That will never happen again. I don’t–,” He paused briefly, his tongue coming out to wet his lips, “I don’t even know what I would’ve done if something happened to you, or Claire.”

Your eyes were locked with his, “Mmm, spend the rest of your life running from Donald so he can’t kill you?” You teased lightly, a smirk pulling at the corner of your lips.

He scoffed slightly, “Mm, I’d probably have to let him kill me for that mistake.” His words rang truthfully, but there was a smidge of humor hidden beneath them to match your tone.

You chuckled softly, giving no response other than the slight shake of your head. Your gaze fell to where his hand still held yours against his chest, suddenly aware of how close you were to him. Your heart began beating faster at the realization. Your eyes trailed back up to his momentarily, then dropped to his lips. You didn’t think your gaze had lingered there long, but when your eyes met his once more, it was like something shifted in the air. The blue of his eyes had darkened, and his hand moved to cup your face. Your breath hitched in your throat as you realized he was closing the gap between the two of you, butterflies now swirling in your stomach. He pressed his lips to yours almost hesitantly, softly, at first, as if he wasn’t sure if he had crossed some line he wasn’t supposed to. Technically, he had, as you were sure your uncle wouldn’t approve– but as your hand slid up his chest to wrap around his neck and pull him closer to you– it was clear you didn’t mind.

As your lips began to move against his, he seemed to become more confident. The way you always knew him to be. His hand fell from your face and traveled down your body until he reached your ass, squeezing it firmly. A moan tumbled from your lips, and that was all the encouragement he needed to reach down and lift you with ease, setting you upon the counter seconds later. He parted your thighs so that he could stand between them, his lips never leaving yours as he rolled his hips into yours, soft moans escaping from the both of you in response. He began to trail his lips down your neck, and you tilted your head so that he would have better access. He licked and sucked down your neck until he found the spot that made you whimper unintentionally and try to squeeze your thighs together. You felt him smirk against your skin as he began to gently bite and suckle upon the spot, no doubt leaving a hickey by the time he let up on his assault.

His calloused hands trailed down your sides until he reached the end of your sleep shirt, his fingers wrapping around the edge of the fabric and yanking it upwards, to rid you of it. You raised your arms to help him with his task, and the moment the shirt was on the floor, his lips were reattached to your skin. He quickly traveled down your chest until he reached your breasts, his lips wrapping around your nipple and sucking gently. You arched your back, forcing your chest closer to him, as a moan fell from your lips. One of his hands slowly slid up your bare thigh, leaving goosebumps in its wake, until he had reached your core. He slipped his fingers into the wide opening on the leg of your sleep shorts, a groan being pulled from him as he felt how wet you were for him. His finger ran along the slit of your glistened folds, and you bit down upon your bottom lip to quieten the loud moan that escaped.

“So fucking wet for me,” He growled out against your skin, his lips latching onto your other breast to give it the same attention he gave the other. Flicking and swirling his tongue around your sensitive nub, giving it a gentle bite before soothing it with his tongue once more. His fingers parted your folds, allowing his thumb to rest directly upon your clit. Your breath hitched in your throat just at the pressure he placed upon it, when his thumb began to trace circles, your head fell back to rest upon the wall behind you. Your eyes fluttered shut as you embraced the pleasure he was giving you. Soon enough, one of his thick digits entered your heat, pumping in and out of you slowly. You groaned in response, your hands seeking purchase upon his still-clothed shoulders, digging your nails into the jacket of his suit.

“Off,” You whined out, unable to form a full sentence, as your hands pushed on the fabric of his jacket. You wanted to feel his bare skin beneath your hands, that and it seemed a bit unfair that he was still fully dressed.

He chuckled softly, releasing his lips from your breast to raise to his full height. “Soon, baby. Gotta make you cum on my fingers, first.” As he finished speaking, he added a second finger to your pussy, now curling his digits so that they pressed into your g-spot with each thrust. You mewled beneath him, causing a smirk to spread across his face as he quickened his pace, enjoying the fucked out expression upon your face. You could feel the muscles in your lower stomach already beginning to tighten, indicating it wouldn’t take much longer for you to release. You’d be embarrassed at him making you cum so fast, if it hadn’t been so long since you had gotten off and how good it all felt. You had dreamed of this moment ever since you first laid eyes on him years ago– that crush you had on him producing more than a few scenarios to get you off on your own. Yet, nothing you had concocted in your mind lived up to what it was actually like.

His fingers pumping in and out of you produced squelching noises that reverberated around the bathroom, and your moans were only growing more and more frequent–you were thankful that he had taken you far from where Claire was sleeping. His thumb pressed harsher against your clit and moved in fervent circles, your wetness gushing around his digits as he slipped a third finger into your heat. At this point, your eyes were shut so tightly that you swore you could see stars. Your body began to tense as you started to lose yourself to the pleasure, your back arching further as you chased your high. He could feel as your walls tightened around him and began to flutter, his hardened cock jumping in his trousers at the feeling. He couldn’t wait to bury himself inside of you.

“That’s it, baby, cum for me. Cum on my fingers, then I’ll stuff you full of my cock,” He encouraged. His words were all you needed in order to reach your peak. Your walls clenched around his thick digits, so tightly that he almost couldn’t pump them in and out of you to work you through your orgasm. That caused a deep groan to rumble from his chest. As you came down from your high and tried to catch your breath, he removed his fingers from you. You opened your eyes just in time to watch him lick your juices from them, the sight causing you to whimper as he moaned.

“You taste amazing,” He moaned out, beginning to shrug his jacket from his shoulders. He tossed it to the floor and quickly began to unbutton his shirt, tossing that to the floor as well. Your eyes soaked in his muscular chest, the tattoos that he had, and even the litter of scars upon his torso. You couldn’t help but reach out and trace some of those scars as he worked on undoing his trousers. He pushed both his pants and boxers down in one go, freeing his hard cock from its confinement. His long and thick, veiny, member slapped up to his stomach, the head already glistening with his pre-cum.

You gasped at the sight, “Oh fuck,” you murmured out. He was larger than you had expected, but the sight made your walls clench around nothing. He hummed softly at your reaction before his hands made their way to the waistband of your shorts. You lifted your hips from the counter to help him remove them, and they were tossed carelessly to the bathroom floor like the rest of your clothes. He pulled you forward so that your ass was barely hanging off of the counter, your legs wrapping around his waist. He gripped his cock with one hand, guiding it towards your entrance. He teased you by running his head through your folds, pressing against your sensitive clit, before he lined back up with your entrance. He paused for a moment and glanced back up to meet your eyes, his brow raising in a silent question. You nodded your head and he pushed himself in. He pressed himself inside of you with one smooth thrust, your slick walls allowing him to do so easily.

You bit down upon your bottom lip harshly as he groaned at the feeling of you already clenching around him. He had done well in stretching you out with his fingers, but that didn’t mean the length and thickness of his actual cock didn’t cause an ache at first. He pressed his lips to yours, looking to distract you from the pain as you grew accustomed to him. After a few moments of sharing heated kisses, you felt the ache of pain subside. You rolled your hips in a signal for him to start moving, and he certainly didn’t hesitate. He slid himself all of the way out of your heat, and then snapped his hips forward, sheathing himself fully inside of you once more. He repeated this action, over and over, as he fucked you senseless. His fingertips dug into your hips as he pulled you to meet his thrusts, the feeling of his cock pressing against your cervix causing moan after moan to fall from your lips. His eyes glanced towards the bathroom door that was still wide open, and a hand snaked its way up to cover your mouth, muffling the sound of your moans. He didn’t want to risk the noise carrying through the house, even if each moan that fell from your lips caused his balls to tighten. He snapped his hip up at an angle that caused him to brush right against the spot that made you keen.

“Oh, Court,” You moaned out against his hand. The name he had told you of in secret years ago had finally tumbled from your lips, and his hips faltered upon hearing it. His hand fell from covering your mouth, and instead rejoined its original place upon your hip as he pulled you to meet his thrusts harshly.

“Say it again,” He commanded. He hadn’t ever heard a woman moan his real name before, and he liked the way it sounded coming from you. He hips regained their rhythm, making sure to brush against your g-spot with each thrust.

“Oh, fuck, Court!” Your moan turned into a high-pitched cry, but he didn’t bother to move to cover your mouth again. He was too focused on how his name sounded falling from your mouth, and he wanted to hear it over and over again. One of his hands slipped between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit once more. The combination of his thumb circling your swollen clit and his cock pressing against your g-spot had your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“You feel so good, baby. Are you going to be a good girl and cum on my cock, too?” He murmured into your ear, his breath fanning down your neck.

You nodded your head, whimpering out a, “Yes, God, yes.” You felt the familiar feeling of your orgasm building once more, the muscles in your lower stomach tightening. Your walls clenched tighter around him, and you felt his cock twitch in response. Your nails dug into the skin of his upper back as you found yourself needing to grab ahold of something. This elicited a groan from him, one that had your walls fluttering around his thick cock. He felt himself nearing his own orgasm, and to push you towards your second before he released, he sped up the movements of both his thumb and his hips. His hips slammed into yours with more force, almost knocking the breath out of you as his thumb circled your clit expertly.

“C’mon, be a good girl for me. I know you want to,” He groaned out in between thrusts. You felt yourself falling over the edge, his words somehow being the last piece you needed to let go. Your walls clenched and fluttered around his cock, and he only lasted a few more thrusts before he bottomed out inside of you. You felt his cock twitch inside of you as his hot seed filled you up. He had seen you take your birth control pill earlier, and hadn’t bothered to ask where you wanted him to cum. The wanton moan that spilled from your lips as you felt him shoot ropes of his cum deep inside of you let him know he had made the right decision. You lowered your forehead to his shoulder as you caught your breath, and he slumped against you gently as he caught his own.

After a few moments of steady breathing, he slowly removed his cock from you. Both of you let out a quiet hiss at the action. He reached for the towel that he had left upon the counter earlier and gently used it to clean you up. You smiled softly at the gesture. He helped you down from the counter and then pulled up his pants, fastening them before gathering your pajamas from the floor and passing them to you. You redressed yourself as he finished doing the same.

“We probably shouldn’t tell Donald about this,” He began, a soft smile gracing his face as he spoke.

You chuckled softly, nodding your head in agreement. “Yeah, probably shouldn’t.”

“You should go back to bed,” He canted his head towards the doorway, “Before Claire realizes you’re missing.”

You nodded your head once more, “Yeah, and you should go back to watching the cameras–and try not to fall asleep this time.” You teased.

He raised his hands in surrender, “You’ve got my word. I’ve got plenty of energy now,” He teased with a smirk.

You shook your head, rolling your eyes with a playful scoff as the both of you exited the bathroom. He stopped at the dining table to glance over the cameras briefly, and then turned to watch you disappear down the hallway to Claire’s room.

As he took a seat at the table, he shook his head to himself, knowing that Donald would kill him if he ever found out he fucked his niece, but damn if it wasn’t worth the risk.

#sierra six fic #sierra six #the gray man fic #the gray man #myfics #sierra six smut #the gray man smut #sierra six imagine #sierra six x reader #court gentry x reader #court gentry fic #court gentry smut

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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 11 months

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Your daily dose of Nocorro angst, good eats:

I'm not putting in @spicymiilk 's ideas in case he uses them, but dear god I would pay real money for my accidentally mated au to be written thank u.

-Part of me thinks there should be a fucking medieval au type thing where Neteyam is the next prince to take over the kingdom passed down via Neytiri's line. I just love the idea of Spider as a fucking Theon Greyjoy type son of the enemy raised by the family, and that’s why Neytiri doesn’t trust him or some shit it’s so juicy. Can't you all see it now it's so good, the star crossed horror of it all.

-The additional Neytiri/Neteyam parallel that comes out in nocorro. They both have forbidden alien romances, and yet Neytiri wouldn't respect or understand Neteyam's without a lot of work. THE SYMBOLIC T R A G E D Y. We could have a moment of Mo'at being like, "Get it together, I accepted your freak. I even like him better than you now sometimes."

-I am currently deeply obsessed with the bonds Na'vi form with their mates. Every author has played with bonds differently, but I feel like a lot of fics have mentioned this concept of being able to feel each others emotions. The fact that the bond is like, more raw and important in the beginning. So Spider and Neteyam keeping their relationship hidden, being separate and secret would be like almost painful. I am so so invested in that idea I want to know More. Like they Have to be near each other, like touch and shit is essential for a healthy bond at first and they’re just like fucking it up. I want to explore Na'vi bond concepts so bad, with some lovely hurt comfort of nocorro being forced apart at the worst time.

-I even like the concept of them being in a healthy, normal relationship, right? They are newly bonded, and everyone loved and supported them from the beginning or what not. They wanted to get mated before the train raid just in case, and then Spider gets fucking taken lol. Tragedy, they AREN'T SUPPOSED TO BE APART, the drama of it all.

-I made that soulmate au post where I did all the different types of soulmate aus I could think of and with the one where they can feel and take each others pain I WENT STRAIGHT TO NOCORRO RIGHT AWAY. There’s something so funny and horrifying about spider getting taken and Jake being like “alright go learn an entire new culture” and Neteyam's like on the ground half dead like “but dad I feel like I’m being brain tortured”.

-Neteyam would be so fucking angsty and reckless at Awa'atlu in this au. He feels all of Spider's pain, so he's terrified and scared BUT ALSO CRANKY. He’s saying slightly rude things to his parents and he’s beating the shit out of Ao’nung before Lo’ak can even try. Man is testy. And he's shit at learning to breathe, he is not feeling calm or patient.

-The soulmate au where you can take the others wounds, imagine Spider taking the bullet wound even after they have a (spider inflicted cause he gets hurt more often) pact to not take each others wounds and pain. Horrifying. I have been wondering about the logistics tho, because Spider's body is proportionally different than Neteyam's, would the wound appear somewhere else on his body that would help him possibly survive? I can't decide.

-Oh my god also a version where they hadn't realized yet they were soulmates. Neteyam's all of a sudden devastated and horrified that he's alive at the cost of his soulmate, one he never got to meet, only to look over and notice Spider keeling over. TRAGEDY. pLS I need comfort fics too.

-There’s enough torture porn in this fandom I’m waiting for my Spider romcom. I want to be surprised by how right things start going for my boy, it's never surprising when all the things go bad all the time for him. I want that fucking fast food nocorro au I got so into. I want my soulmate au but they notice from the beginning so they accept him and raise him or something.

-Speaking of a little modern nocorro romcom (still with plenty of angst tho) I’m telling you I’m right Neteyam is P E A K I can fix him. He clocks Spider and is like “now there’s a boy I can fix (sexual).” His sexuality is will my dick cure him? Yes.

-Spider like, coughs once and Neteyam's like that sickly little loser of a man is Mine now, wow. Wow I am going to Save him and it'll be so satisfying. The man has a savior complex you can't convince me otherwise. That meme like "if I had a lame ass boyfriend I would hype him up so hard," that's Neteyam.

-I've always thought that Neteyam and Spider's problems and fights would always be over Neteyam trying to fix all of Spider's problems. Like Spider is just venting about his dad and Neteyam is like "so I'm on the phone with CPS and we're filing a report" and Spider's like "oh my fucking god I just wanted you to listen??" And Neteyam's like but babe I can fix it.

-Neteyam's GROWTH is him like learning to grit his teeth and literally sit on his hands as he forces himself to let Spider have his own problem instead of Babygirl-ifying him. He's literally Too Pure Too Good For This World in the most annoying way possible, he thinks everything can be fixed but maybe Spider's just gotta be broke, we can't superglue this one back together.

-Then Spider's like what if he won't like me if I'm not broken anyway? And it's a whole other complex and a whole other set of issues.

I hope you've enjoyed this word vomit of terrible angst, I need help and I need fluff.

#thank u to andrei for making sure i got literally nothing done all day #and at one point while we were talking I glanced up at work and noticed one kid had another kid in a headlock #and i'd been letting it happen in favor of this #neteyam sully #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #nocorro #neytiri sully #mo'at #jake sully #ao'nung #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #we are mindmelding get in

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piracytheorist · 7 months

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OKAY

I think it says a lot about my job that I was able to concentrate on it today and completely forget we GOT TRAILER

It was a mistake to check tumblr first thing in the morning, before I even got out of bed, but in my defense, I didn't expect it would drop at such a day and time! But anyway I did jump off of bed, turned on my laptop and recorded my face as I watched it. I needed to have that memorized XD

So, spoilers about the trailer below, and my own predictions about what each scene could be for! Reminder that I'm anime only, but have read the chapter that the first episode (probably) is based on, so for the most part I know what's going on, but for the rest I'm very much NOT aware :D Don't spoil me please :D

FAKE FAMBLY IS BACK

Manipulative Anya at her best! We love our gremlin!

Oh he's looking good :D

I fucking love this image. Look at Twilight pouting in the background. He doesn't understand why a child finds news boring.

WE GOT BLOOD WE GOT THORN PRINCESS IN ACTION LET'S GOOOOO

your honour I love him. Why does he look like he's ready to cry!

Ok from a first hearing the OP song sounds super cool. I feel like it's got "Mixed Nuts" vibes and I love it! I gotta look it up later!

Jeez Loid. Woman just woke up. Is that how he honeypoted all of his other missions?

Yor having a meltdown in the foreground and Anya being cute waking up in the background <3 I love my fake fambly <3

... okay. That's how his honeypots worked.

Yellow roses, if I'm correct, symbolize friendship. Interesting.

This is going to be a disaster and I cannot wait. Also I'm spotting Anya and Franky doing a horrible job at hiding in the left pic XD

My heart skipped a beat when I heard Anya's voice say "Moja-Moja" :')

Very sneaky. Much hiding. Wow. There's no way Franky thought this was working XD

The way all of this could have been solved with a "I tripped down the stairs and fell on my butt and now it hurts to sit" but hey we're getting a funny date how can I ask for more

Also the way Yor says that line my god

I am so ready for more Yor you have no idea

I gotta say, showing this moment is perfect for anime-onlies who haven't actually read this specific chapter. Loid just looks worried and Yor looks enraged. So many feelings for this episode XD

Are those macarons? What were the fucking chances that yesterday I went like "Next morning I'm gonna pass by that bakery that makes macarons". I haven't had macarons in years, yet I see one (1) advertisement about that bakery and its macarons and I go like yeah why not. Macarons. And now this. The fuck.

GREMLIN ANYA IS BACK

Honestly, her face in official merch is always a :D face with an almost unnaturally big smile all the time that I've missed her silly little face.

AH I WAS SENT THAT AS A MANGA SCREENSHOT!

Are those playing cards she's throwing? And is she reading someone's mind? I don't even care if she's cheating, good for you girl

Yeah, buddy, welcome to the real world.

I remember that line from the end of the bullet-in-butt date chapter, and I gotta admit I don't really like it... but the way Eguchi delivers it makes me think he's not like "Women amirite" but more like "All my years of training did not prepare me for how people are like in their day to day lives because spy training has skewed my perception of day to day 'normal'" and that's perfectly valid.

But also what the fuck is happening here. What is that cat. Why is Yor about to Thorn-Princess it. What.

So Anya goes on a studying rampage, fails, and ends up crying on her penguin?

This only made me sad, what the fuck. It looks like Loid and Yor are looking at her failing grades, and Anya is disappointed in herself. I will don my clown wig again and say "If Loid doesn't go and reassure her so help me GOD"

I... don't like the ending theme song. But that's mostly a matter of taste, I guess.

Aw.

They dare throw this to anime onlies when they know we won't get romantic canon twiyor content until three to five business years from now at least

The assassin group... I'm supposing he means the one Yor works for? How long does "for a while now" mean? Wasn't Yor working for them since she was a teenager caring for Yuri?

In any case, wow that's a very intense visual.

omg omg omg

from the colour and the angle this looks like a vision Bond has. Loid and Yor are smiling and blushing but why does it make me feel sad!!

I don't know if it's because of what is said in that moment (they look like unrelated scenes since the line is being said by a woman who I'm guessing is a fellow assassin working with Yor or something) but then there's this

And we just don't see Yor like that often, if at all in the anime so far.

What is Franky wearing? It looks like a military jacket or something. I wonder if that's just stylistic choice or it's something more important.

*snorts laugh*

Gotta admit, from a few tidbits here and there it looks like Twilight is finally gaining some more understanding of himself and his situation... but the way he says that just makes me think that realization makes him more concerned than anything else.

So I can say with conviction this did fix something in me. Though I guess the first episode will be the bullet-in-butt date, so it will take me another week to go into new territory. But! Bullet-in-butt date in 12 days! And new cool stuff to look for later on! I'm so happy!

(Again, I don't want spoilers for any of these. Just let me have my fun speculating :D)

screenshots taken from the unofficially subtitled trailer here!

#sxf

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raysources · 2 years

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𝐌𝐑. 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 — a collection of one - liners taken from the 2015 romantic - action - comedy, mr. right. slightly edited for clarity. change pronouns as necessary.

❛ my name is [ name ] and i’m a t. rex ! ❜ ❛ i just need validation all the time . it’s pathetic . ❜ ❛ murder’s wrong , [ name ] . ❜ ❛ i have only been drinking for two days . ❜ ❛ this would’ve been such a nice wedding . ❜ ❛ well , that was fun . . . ish . ❜ ❛ what if that was a bullet ? i’m training you . you’re welcome . ❜ ❛ i'm the fucking man right now ! ❜ ❛ failure will not be tolerated . ❜ ❛ this cat is my soul . ❜ ❛ this is a lot of condoms . ❜ ❛ do you wanna go on a date ? do you wanna get out of here and then go on a date ? ❜ ❛ i think you’re beautiful . ❜ ❛ every time i get dressed , i have to confront , like , what does this say about me ? ❜ ❛ it’s not a secret you’re an asshole . ❜ ❛ that’s too bad , because i’m a fascinating and complex person . ❜ ❛ i kill people , but not so much anymore . ❜ ❛ i think my problem is that i have to be the best ever at everything that i do . ❜ ❛ you’re the corniest person i’ve ever met . ❜ ❛ i still want you to stay if you wanna stay though . ❜ ❛ if i’m being jumpy , i’m just a little nervous . i think i like you . ❜ ❛ you make big calls and you got big balls . ❜ ❛ i’m in love . ❜ ❛ we slept together . we didn’t have sex . ❜ ❛ you’re gonna just have to start recognizing these red flags . ❜ ❛ i think you may be having an early midlife crisis . ❜ ❛ it’s my sort - of dream to eventually be the old lady in the neighborhood . ❜ ❛ why’d you have to go and threaten her ? ❜ ❛ you could’ve gotten blood on me ! ❜ ❛ i don’t really like my name . i just kind of . . . hate it . ❜ ❛ i thought you were gonna catch it . ❜ ❛ i wanted you to catch the knife . ❜ ❛ and also , i want you . i mean , really . i really do . ❜ ❛ i don’t remember what my life was like before i met you . ❜ ❛ he just fucking killed the wrong guy . ❜ ❛ are you upset ‘cause i killed that guy ? ❜ ❛ how i feel about that guy has nothing to do with how i feel about you . ❜ ❛ i don’t think before i act sometimes , but i’m not a bad person . ❜ ❛ you think bad people have the capacity to . . . love and stuff ? ❜ ❛ i just wanna talk to you , that’s all . ❜ ❛ he dances in , and he dances out . ❜ ❛ i need to see you , and i’m . . . i’m coming over , okay ? ❜ ❛ you’re the one person he’s had any meaningful interaction with that didn’t end in a bullet . ❜ ❛ he’s just taking a nap , i can see him breathing . ❜ ❛ i never lied to you . not once . ❜ ❛ i love you . ❜ ❛ oh my god , stop talking , i’m totally into it . ❜ ❛ you look hot . you look beautiful . ❜ ❛ some people waste time with the fighting . i skip straight to the winning . ❜ ❛ thank you for not taking me hostage ! ❜ ❛ you should smile more . you’d be more popular . ❜ ❛ i lost track of my dumb decisions a long time ago . ❜ ❛ they tell me successful people set achievable goals so . . . ❜ ❛ you ever meet a girl and it’s just like . . . you can’t eat , you can’t stop thinking about her ? ❜ ❛ gosh , you’re cute . ❜ ❛ i like turtles , you dick ! ❜ ❛ it’s not that i’m angry with you , i’m just disappointed . ❜ ❛ i am a t. rex ! i am invincible ! ❜ ❛ who the fuck wants to be normal anyway ? ❜

#rp meme #ask meme #rp ask meme #sentence starters #rp prompts #mine.#mine : prompts.

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aro-throughyourchest · 11 months

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I would very much like to hear your trans Wilbur headcanons!

OHHHHHHH boy I’m not on my computer so this might not be as fast as I want it to be but sit down so you can strap in I’m just getting started

(For context even pre-transition we’re gonna use she/he/it pronouns and both identifiers.)

Uhhh trans-typical trigger warnings. We’re not just getting into the “cosmetic” shit of being trans.

So C!Wilbur for years before his death: egg. I made an edit about it that which is in my bigender wilbur tag but anyway yeah. Girlie was deeep in the closet. She was envious of all the people who got to live the life they wanted and feel bad about it or completely oblivious to it. (c!Eret came out to it and bro didn’t even fucking realize just died a little on the inside and thought it was transphobic.)

She’s so attached to a nonexistent “manhood” that she’s actively pushing herself further in the closet, because men are big and strong and tough and she’s leading a country, so if there’s any doubts about being a man there’s definitely no time for that! (Which there aren’t, so she’s good.) It’s never liked armor and always brushed the idea off, and if it visualizes itself in a dress every once in a while and would love to model one, or pretends his coat was just was a little bit longer, then no one needs to know. And he doesn’t need to understand.

Pogtopia just turns it up to eleven. Its body is wrong and that’s bad, and she keeps visualizing herself like a man, like Schlatt, and crying. But also a lot of it is also the normal crying? And this kind of crying is different from the crying she usually does, the crying that Tommy doesn’t know how to help and the crying that Techno suspiciously says nothing on. There are no mirrors in Pogtopia. For good reason. There are mirrors in Schlatt’s office.

Something is wrong he can tell, something is wrong. And she doesn’t know what it is, and it scares the living fuck out of her.

Fast forward a few years into limbo, Wilbur is fiddling with her shirt and suddenly a thought: hey, what if I had tits. Like actual ones? The thought just takes him so far off guard, it stops fiddling with its shirt entirely, dropping it in the embarrassment. What the fuck?

The thoughts continue like this and with no one to talk to, Wilbur can literally do nothing but self-reflect, and oh my God does he want to wear dresses? Does she want long hair? It’s stuck in the body and with limbo allowing no recluse, he mourns.

It suffers like this for a while, eventually concluding, “I am what I am,” but it’s still not an answer. It’s just a dismissal.

Wilbur doesn’t bring it up when Tommy follows him into to limbo, too busy occupied with having someone for the first time. And if she lets a few things slip that Tommy definitely doesn’t catch uhhhh who knows.

Revival drags him back to life. And suddenly, his body has weight again, he can feel the warmth on his skin, and the air in between his lungs, and it’s everything he ever wanted. Then crash.

All the pieces he tried to forget over limbo just come hurtling back like a bullet train. Too loose shirt, hair that doesn’t feel right, too masculine, not what he wants- What he wants?

This is all too much, he can’t figure this shit out on his own.

Despite himself (herself?), she goes to find Eret. Niki might kill her, and going to his son about this, it just simply couldn’t take. It remembers sixteen years ago, when they came out to Wilbur. Or was it a year? Fuck.

Either way.. Breathe tepid and heart racing, he knocks on the door to Eret’s museum. She opens, and God, this just isn’t worth it. It turns to run away and feels a hand on its shoulder. Something cold runs up the spine of his back, and she immediately smacks the hand away, fully ready to blow her top. Then it falters. He’s ready to walk off, call this a bust and just go home, but then Eret speaks: “Wilbur?”

God.

“…Can we talk about something?”

Surprisingly, the first thing on Eret’s mind wasn’t Wilbur’s coming out. (Crazy, right?) They talk properly about all the shit that’s happened with conversations they really needed to have, Wilbur definitely cried a few times, tried his best to not start arguments, but somehow, he went in for an explanation and came back with one of his oldest enemies by his side.

What he thought would be a small talk eventually blossomed into her first real reconciliation.

He’s so anxious to try on a dress, a dichotomy from the confident, suave Wilbur Eret once knew, but as she slipped it on, her eyes lit up. Eret brushed out its hair for it, pulling the lower half of it into a ponytail and talking about how fast Wilbur’s hair already grows. Its heart swells with pride.

Bigender. That was the word. She rolled it over on her tongue over and over again, bigender. It fit. Its identity wasn’t black and white, no one or the other. Because yeah, sometimes he was a guy, and sometimes she was a fucking girl. God.

#DSMP #dream smp #c!wilbur #wilbur soot #bigender wilbur #the_eret #eret #button duo #I’ve got no headcanon trans name for c!Wilbur pulled from lore so come up with one if you like #!

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I've finalized all of my fangan base designs (...I think) and look, the most important part of the entire height reference chart:

She's short.

I love being able to see my kids in front of me ❤️😭 (I'm going to murder so many of you in unspeakably horrific ways)

Everyone behind the cut, with a brief bit about their design + role!

This is uhhhh nothing that will be playable any time soon, but I'm aiming for an honest-to-god full (fan) game experience. :) First trial has eighteen different truth bullets, this protag has her own unique mechanic, I'm building things out in Unity, etc. etc. etc.

I am GOING FOR IT, because setting a high creative bar and forcing yourself to push yourself is how development happens!

I'm moving from left to right and including the name/talent/MTBI in text below for readability. I included the MBTI here because I tied each one of them to an MBTI archetype as a fun self challenge (hey, sixteen people!) and so you can look to see who you match up with.

Every single talent is plot-relevant by the end of the game, at minimum. Many are plot-critical. I didn't want anyone to feel like wasted space.

Emi (Tailor, INFJ) - Sweet and humble, she's the type to just wear a standard school uniform. She focuses on assisting others, so she's always got her equipment ready if someone needs something mended.

Akari (Actress, ENFJ) - THE BEARER OF THE AHOGE. Famous ever since she started as a child star, she's always had every life decision made for her by her agent or stage parents. Sounds like you need some character development, girl!

Minata (Gardener, INFP) - Shows off detailed scientific knowledge more suited for a "Botanist" title, but he goes by Gardener for a reason. Practical and kind, he's the type to show up in a working outfit.

Hana (Cinematographer, ISFP) - Has earned awards for her work, yet currently struggles to get attached to new films. Design-wise, her formal presentation is her trying to compensate for that career struggle and look older. Girl should be on LinkedIn, she wants to N E T W O R K.

Momoko (???, ENTP) - Picture a walking pair of 🖕🏼🖕🏼. But. Like. A funny one. Don't worry, girl; as a ???, you're plot-important! You're sure to stick around! (Ignore the muffled Rantaro voice.) I actually had a very specific inspiration for her look, but it's a spoiler for why she's actually there and what her identity ends up being.

Maeko (Director, ISTP) - Three movie-related talents, by now. Is that plot-relevant? An artifact of me being near the Hollywood Sign? MAYBE BOTH? (It's both.) Anyway, Maeko is willing to Commit to the Bit of whatever she's working on, hence showing up in that old-fashioned director's outfit. She knows how the whole Ultimates thing works.

Shin (Statistician, INTJ) - My MBTI sign. :) As a kid, Shin decided that the mathematician in Jurassic Park was totally cool. That ended up steering him toward ear spikes and hair streaks instead of sweater vests. Still gotta have glasses, though.

Riko (Astronomer, INTP) - Riko is clueless about basically everything besides star maps, including "how to act like a normal teenager" or "how to stand comfortably." She gets a generic uniform (with constellation tights) because she wouldn't have the slightest clue where to start, otherwise.

Moriaki (Salesman, ESFP) - Heya pal 👉🏼👉🏼 Thanks for stopping by for a chat 👉🏼👉🏼 I definitely won't make any deals I can't handle 👉🏼👉🏼 KHAKIS 👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼

Ayame (Journalist, ENTJ) - I don't think it's much of a spoiler to say that an investigative journalist is a good fit as one of the hard carries in trials. She zips around to stories on her motorcycle, hence the boots, jacket, and sunglasses :)

Satoru (Historian, ISTJ) - What an asshole. (He has my favorite of everyone's FTEs.)

Hiro (Fire Fighter, ESTJ) - A fire fighter. Literally named Hiro. His existence as a character is NOT. SUBTLE. Add in his first aid training, and you have someone too good to be true. (Maybe...?)

Katori (Beach Volleyball, ENFP) - Obviously, this design had to exist if I'm trying to respect many (but not all) of the tropes. Laid-back, optimistic, and totally into manifesting positive outcomes. She's basically an insta influencer who found herself in a killing game.

Katsuro (Rock Climbing, ESTP) - HIS SISTER WAS THE ONE TO PROPOSE THESE DUMBASS THEMED OUTFITS, FYI.

Ren (Bodyguard, ESFJ) - You might be big as hell, but that doesn't look like much of a bodyguard outfit, bro 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔

Daichi (Outdoorsman, ISFJ) - A second huge dude! BREAKING THE MOLD. (Actually, you might have noticed that there are four pretty ripped dudes, and that is in fact plot-relevant at multiple points. It's not only me going 'thirst traps for both sides.' Anyway.) I'd loosely planned out his outfit (flannel shirt, timberland boots, etc.), but I also wanted to involve a school uniform somehow. The only way he could fit into one: ripping his blazer's arms off to turn it into a vest.

SO, there they are. :) I'm tens of thousands of words into this fangan script, have all the trials, evidence, major plot beats, and the ending mapped out, and a 100+ CC0-license 3D objects + locations plus several hundred sound effect files stockpiled. It's happening! Slowly. But it's happening! I will try my very best to make a fun, engaging game.

#fangan stuff

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morphogenetic · 10 months

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Mediaposting 2023, #35: Banana Fish (anime)

[said while vibrating very quickly and typing out like 20 different bullet points] i like this series a normal amount

okay so. non-spoiler thoughts:

step 1 YOU SHOULD READ/WATCH THIS. it does have content warnings for literally everything you can possibly think of as needing a common content warning (drug abuse, sexual assault, racism, and thats absolutely just the tip of the iceberg) but my fucking god. no wonder it's been such an influential piece of media on literally every jp anime/manga crime story (especially the BL ones) written since

for a series that is literally one of the early genesis points of BL as a genre i was ABSOLUTELY expecting more actual BL than was in this LOL. not that i'm really upset, bc honestly i really like the way that ash and eiji's relationship is written in a shoujo-y "they obviously care about each other a lot but it's not going to be outright romance" kind of way. bc like, honestly? that makes it way more emotionally satisfying (and devastating). i think it would actually make less sense if anything more happened In the story (though more happening in the epilogue wouldnt hurt LOL)

how the FUCK was this published in a shoujo magazine

the time period change to modern day from the mid-80's has both helped and hindered this series bc like. on one hand. much easier to do everything with a phone. also the update to shorter's character design was excellent,10/10 no notes. on the other hand. the Everything About It makes it so obvious that it was written to be a product of its time.

speaking of ^ ash turning from A Guy Who Knows How To Use A Computer into a hacking genius is so. why. i mean you can update it for sure but Why Like This

god i wish this had more room to breathe sometimes bc the exposition goes WILDLY fast sometimes. why did they try and do 19 volumes in 24 episodes. the 39 episodes that the director wanted would have been so nice to have

that said: the emotional moments that i actually give a shit about and that make up the core of the weight of the story are given what they deserve. at least up to volume 5 they are. gestures at ep 9? and 22 with a pained smile

i literally could write an essay about why it works so well as a spin on the american-style gangster story even while it definitely has flaws. and how its influenced so many fucking things. my god.

it has flaws for SURE but the rest is so good that i don't care. which is rare for me (gestures at nirvanai/neo twewy being other examples)

spoiler thoughts under the cut (like full-very-ending-of-series spoilers) but YEAH UH I LIKE THIS THING CAN YOU TELL BY HOW MUCH I WROTE ABOUT IT.

it does kind of annoy me that literally all of the canon-MLM (probably gay but you know) guys are horrible people lol. like wow love how the gay predator stereotype is on full display here. feeeeels baaaaad. i know i know asheiji homoeroticism i am ON THAT TRAIN

however yut-lung being feminine out of a wish to carry on his dead mom's legacy is kind of a slay. ive seen people go "ugh it sucks that one of the villains is a feminine man' but while he is definitely not a good person hes one of the less terrible villains, just like. as a person. hes also a teenager in shitty circumstances just with way more power and sway

here's the part where I admit that I was spoiled on the ending so it didn't hit as hard for me OOPS. however. the anime DOES leave it open-ended and it fucking irritates me that anime-only people are like "boo i hate the ending bc ash dies!!!" when it is LITERALLY AMBIGUOUS. i have heard that the manga is less ambiguous about it but :') oh well. anime-onlys what are you doing

speaking of ^ i actually like the ending. like i think a lot of people who absolutely hate it must not have a lot of familiarity with gangster movies as a genre bc it is a genre convention that the Main Gangster dies in the end. granted this was a hayes code thing which the manga definitely did not have to do LOL but its definitely supposed to feel unfair bc ash's damn LIFE is unfair.

however i'm glad the anime makes the ending ambiguous bc that feels like a more fitting end. like ash's life was always in limbo, considering what he was doing, so making his life in limbo at the end too? Good. Yes. Do That

the fucking. everything with shorter and the sa-yo-na-ra bit. i die. that shit is so emotionally painful

i know this sounds weird but i kind of wish they dragged out the "what the hell does banana fish mean" thing a LIIIITTLE longer but by that i mean like, halfway point of the series. like they could have used a little more time to figure out what it is. also that would have let shorter live a little longer ay lmao that said this criticism also almost definitely applies to the manga soooo. you know

#and yes i'm gonna finish the manga at some point. i just bought all of it like a lunatic after reading the first few volumes so. lol #junpei.txt #mediaposting #finished this last night but just doing a thorough write-up on it now

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kingocringeracc · 3 months

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Racc here, I'm gonna drop this one at yalls (literally no one) feet like a bastard child. See ya.

It's my least favorite because I feel it's a stupid idea, it was cool at first but when I put pen to paper it didn't make sense.

Synopsis, the authors least favorite son

August 29th, 2046

Jerusalem, Israel

Walking through the streets of one of the holiest cities in the world is quite an experience, I enter a coffee shop to meet the man I am to interview today, his name is Amir Essa, and he has gray streaks in his long dark hair, is bronze skin is wrinkled with crows feet and laugh lines. He shakes my hand and smiles at me, the smile reaches his eyes. The war didn't take that away from him like it did so many others.

“So you were a part of the Saharian horde eradications?”

“Ahh yes, the SHE unit”

He speaks of the SHE with a fond reminiscence.

“Could you elaborate just what the SHE unit was?”

“One of the greatest cavalry forces since the hussars, we were created after the final pushbacks at the walls of Jerusalem, and made as an extermination unit for the Saharian mass horde, comparable to a European horde or the horde you Americans had on your east coast”

“After the pushbacks of Jerusalem, the Israeli government came up with an idea, to use all the camels that had come in when the shut off of the Israeli state began, and instead of continuing to use them for meat, why not weaponize them? They were the perfect desert animal for the intention we had, and being that Israel’s factories stayed open, we had a massive stockpile of rifle ammunition, which, after your battle of DC, we found was the most effective for killing the dead, instead of your orchestras of artilery and machine guns.”

“i signed on with the SHE as soon as i found out the government had made it, of course you had to go through our version of your bootcamps, and learn how to ride a camel, while also learning how to shoot the rifles they gave us.”

“on this day, 16 years ago, we began our liberation of the african desert, descending through cairo and around the mediterranean coast slowly drawing off numbers from the SMH (saharian mass horde) and after 2 months of doing this, the brass decided to give us the order to start skirmishing with the mass horde”

“the SHE had about 20,000 active cavalrymen, but was split in 2, the army i served with, the silver horsemen, started our skirmishes from the atlas mountains, while our sister army, the red horsemen, started from the nile river. And when the order came out, both armies would attempt to meet in the middle of the desert, and hopefully, on the corpse of the mass horde.”

“i was one of the first ones who began the circling of the horde, god it was like we where the mongol hordes of old, horde against horde. This was the deciding factor of who would come out on top of this war, this was the turning point.”

“when the shots first started to go off, we got extremely confident, we had the ammo, and the speed, to outpace every single one of those things, im talking the entire 40 million of those things in that mass of decay. But some of the younger soldiers, got too confident, got too close to the sun, a stray bullet hit his camels leg, and he went tumbling about 10 yards away from the horde, he got up from his camel, managed to put it down before the horde got to it, and booked it towards us, i had to do something, it was my moral duty, especially when one is faced with a death that gruesome. I broke formation, and urged my camel to run faster towards the horde.”

“this normally wouldnt have worked, animals had this primal instinct to get away from these things, but our camels, and later your k-9s where trained to ignore these instincts, or at least be brave enough to face the fear of the dead. I charged towards the lone soldier, he saw me and started running towards me and my camel, he was running out of stamina, and the horde was gaining on him, but, at the last second, i was able to get him on my camel, and we returned to the circle.”

“i chastised the boy, but i learned that he was one of the few americans in israel when the state quarantined, his name was Cain Rogers. He was fearstricken. Who wouldnt have been though, faced with death that close, and at that young as well.”

“now that i had this boy with me on my camel, i had half the ammo i had before i rescued Cain, since he left his ammo with his camel, whose corpse wasnt there when we got back into the cirlce formation. But me and Cain made it work, we had a system locked down, and before the day ended, we had made a significant dent in the number of the horde. We all went back to base, trading out our positions with the other half of the silver horsemen so we could let ourselves and camels rest, the other half of the silver horsemen would keep the SMH occupied so they didnt hunt us down while we slept.

“Cain thanked me a thousand times when we arrived at the mountain base to rest. He didnt need too, but he did it anyway. The day silver horsemen feasted and drank and sang because of the dent we made in the SMH that day, but we rested, and when we woke up we traded out with the night portion of the silver horsemen, and continued our skirmish.”

“this process of switching night and day would continue for maybe a week, but after days of this process, we finally saw the light, red as the dawn. Our men where tired, and im sure some of our camels had tripped on corpses along the way, but when we saw our sister army. I think thats the most reguvinating moment ive had in my life. That final skirmish was the hardest we had fought the entire week, and the moment i embraced a man from the red horseman, was the moment humanity had a chance.”

#zombies #world war z #this is my least favorite child.#max brooks

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kandadiff · 1 year

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Van Der Wulff : The Video

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Since the school claimed that had more important things to deal with you and the rest of the people involved in the chaos earlier were let off with a week of detention instead of ISS. Which is why you still had to go gym and participate in swimming.

However, since you got out of the locker room you noticed people kept looking at you as you walked through the hallway. You even stopped in the girls bathroom to check in the mirror but everything looked normal. You were about to leave the bathroom when Tori and Camila came in. Tori immediately throwing her arms around you. “Oh my god I'm so sorry!”

“What are you talking about?” You say trying to push her off. But she was like an octopus suction cupped to your arms. “Get off of me.”

“I know how it feels Adi” Camila said confusing you even more as she approached you. She placed her hand on your shoulder “I know we haven’t always been close but, if you need a friend. I’m here to listen.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

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My heart was beating like a bullet train. I had spent nearly $60 on pills that I managed to slip into Becks locker but it was 12:58 and even though L said I had until 1. I was still nervous plus since I had left to find Fezco, I had just gotten back and found out I had a test in science class that I skipped by accident, as well as a missed call from my dad - and I wasn’t sure exactly how to call him back. What if L already reported to him and I was just on a wild goose chase.

“Kay. Kay!” I felt an arm grab me and I nearly jumped out of my skin. Calming when I saw it was Hobi. Since my falling out with Yoongi, all of Bangtan seemed to be avoiding me - even my best friend. “I’ve been calling you, this whole time. Are you alright?” he says grabbing my arm almost causing him to yank me full force.

“Oh sorry, just thinking. Whats up?”

“Professor Jefferson was looking for you.” He said and I rolled my eyes. “I heard about your face,” he gently touched my cheek, though by this time the swelling was nonexistent. “I covered for you in science but Jefferson called the nurse and found out you weren’t in there. He wants you to go see him right away.”

“I’m going to get something to eat-”

“He umm..” Hobi sighed “he already told the security guards to escort you to his office if they see you in the hallway.”

“What?”

“He announced it to last period.” He said guilty and I clenched my fists.

What a prick. The whole class? This prick destroys my clothes, slaps me and now tries to embarrass me in front of his other classes? “Thanks.” I mumbled.

“Want me to come? He might be nicer with an audience.” he offers.

“Oh now you have time for me? What is Yoongi not here? Did Namjoon give you permission to talk to me again?” I shot at him a mix of anger at Luther and of Hobi’s own neglect of me spilling out before I could stop it. He stays silent looking at me sadly. “No thanks, I’ll go by myself.”

I storm off, my thoughts turning towards how I exact my own revenge on that prick for brains teacher when I am almost violently grabbed, throwing me out of my thoughts. My body spins towards the perpetrator and I see Max. “I can’t talk now, babe.” I say trying to loosen his grip. “I got to go.”

“To see Edward?”

“No” I shake my head and he gives me a look. “What? I’m not.” His green eyes dig into mine and he raises an eyebrow.

“You haven’t heard.”

“I just got back,” I quickly explain. “What wrong?”

~ ~ ~ ~

You hated being the center of everyones gossip. Everyone staring and whispering about you as though you weren’t standing right there. You heard girls giggle and men comment some dirty shit but never did you think it be that bad.

The video wasn’t even that long - a minute maybe a minute and a half. But you didn’t need to see the whole act. The video, which was on a loop, gave you just enough to understand what was going on. You instantly recognized the voices of Edward, a man who shared a tattoo of devotion with you, and Lux, the missing girl of your nightmares. It looked like a sex tape, a cheaply done one made at a party. The background of the video made it clear it was in Funhouse, you instantly recognized the chandelier and white flower wallpaper that hung proudly in Lux’s room.

“Lets go, home” Draven said grabbing you but you slapped her hands away.

“I want to see it!” You shout at her. Your voice doesn’t sound like you, it sounds bitter and hurt and it was cracking. You were going to cry. But you forced yourself to hold your tears back and watch the video.

Soft moans filled the cafeteria from the TV as Edwards hand disappeared under Lux’s shirt. “What about Adi, Eddie?” she moaned, his mouth sucking on her neck. He sat up letting her take off his shirt.

He sucked his teeth and his reply made your stomach hurt. “She’s single tonight and so am I.”

“Oh god.” You heard me say and Damien who was watching you watch the video stepped in.

“You’re going home.” he ordered but you tried to push him away wanting to find Edward.

“No” You said your voice cracking. You refused to speak anymore, not wanting everyone who's eyes were on you to hear your voice cracking.

“Yes you are.” He said lowly to you “Either you come with me willingly or I carry you out of here.” You glared at him and his own blue eyes bored into yours until you let him lead you out.

“What the fuck?” Edward asks coming into the cafeteria almost as soon as Damien packs you into his car as though it was planned like this. He paused seeing the video, Ian next to him his eyes glued to the screen. “What is this?”

“You fucked Lux?” Ian laughed “damn! Nice! you fucked the ice queen!”

“Shut the fuck up, you bloody fucking twat!” Draven spat at him. Ian rolled his eyes about to say something smart when Edward approached her. He motioned to the screen, as though to ask what was on teh screen. “You don’t recognize you? Thats your bloody ass on the screen!”

“I didn't put this here, Dre.” he said and draven scoffed. “I didn’t. I didn’t want anyone to see this, its not a big fucking deal anyway-” he paused hearing him talk about you on screen. “Fuck.” he whispered

“What? Oh let me guess, you were drunk? No, you were upset at your girlfriend and fucked another girl. Or did she seduce you?” she snapped at him and he went to speak but she interrupted him. “I stick up for you a lot, I forgive you for a lot! But- why? Who even are you? You claim your nothing like your father but, you cheat, you steal... you sell-” Edward grabbed Draven arm pulling her to him in warning. His hand squeezing her arm warning her to stop. But maybe Edward forgot who he was touching because draven easily pushed him off of her and into the wall. “Don’t fucking touch me!” Max moved towards draven and ed trying to break up the fight before it goes to far.

I moved towards the tv trying to turn the video off. “Leave it!” Emma laughed coming towards me. I pushed past her attempting to turn the TV off or find out where the video was coming from when I saw a note. A small pink post-it note on the back of the TV. I grabbed it and unplugged the TV. I palmed the note in my pocket and went to grab Draven who looked like her and Edward were about to get into a physical fight.

“We’re going home.”

“Miss Snow, Miss Patterson~” It was Luther. he seemed to be rushing in, as though he was running to the cafeteria, a flood of teachers behind him in all a similar manner. “You can’t just leave.” Ignoring him I grabbed an angry draven and headed quickly to my car.

I pushed her in the car ignoring her cursing at Edward the whole way there and took out the note. ‘SORRY FOR THE VID BUT SOMEONE DIDN’T LISTEN TO ME SO I HAD TO HAVE SOME FUN XOXO L’

someone? as in more then one? were you getting these texts too? Draven slammed the car door shut and looked at the note in my hand.

“Whats that?” I handed it to her. Watching her face closely as she read it, her eyes widening when she read the last letter. “Where'd you get this?”

“Are you getting the texts too?”

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Worth the Risk || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!reader

summary: when bucky and sam get captured you have to go in alone to save them leading to a worried, overprotective bucky who cares about you a bit more than a teammate should

a/n: reblogs and replies are super appreciated!!

word count: 2.2k

warnings: description of violence, injuries, a gun, dagger and blood, swearing, angst w/ happy ending

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“Bucky?” You whispered through the earpiece. “Sam? Where are you guys-”

Sitting in the van, you began to grow worried as you couldn’t find any of your teammates on the screen after they had turned around a corner. Tapping the earpiece, you were about to speak again when you heard Sam’s voice on the other end.

“Y/n?”

Sitting forward in your chair, you breathed a premature sigh of relief.

“Sam? Thank God you guys are okay.” You told him. “I was worried when-”

“Y/n, listen,” Sam cut you off, his voice a near whisper. “They got us- me and Bucky- but I think you’ll be able to take them out if you think you’re ready for it.”

You began to feel your heart race in your chest just at the proposition. Although you had joined the group almost half a year ago, you had never gone on a mission by yourself- always having others to back you up, but you knew Sam well enough that he wouldn’t have suggested the idea lightly. If he asked you to go in alone... you knew it was because there was no other choice.

“Okay.” You said. “I can do this, Cap. I’ll be there soon- just hold on.”

With that, you left the vehicle, making your way into the building. When the door of the facility closed behind you, you raised your gun.

“You shouldn’t have told her to come in here.” Bucky told Sam, pacing around their cell. “If we couldn’t handle it together, what makes you think that she can do it by herself? You’re going to get her killed-”

“Buck,” Sam said firmly. “I know you’re worried about her, but she can handle herself. She’s our only shot of getting out of here so I’m gonna need you to calm down.”

Sitting himself down in the corner of the room, Bucky said nothing more to Sam, instead placing his head in his hands.

Bucky knew logistically that you could handle yourself- you were on the team for a reason- but that didn’t mean he didn’t worry about you. He worried about you all the time- even in training- nagging Sam if he threw you down a bit too hard and feeling his heart drop to his stomach when bruises littered your body after a mission. He hated seeing you get hurt, but as he sat in the cell with Sam, knowing that you were coming into the building all on your own- he felt as though he was going to be sick.

Now he wasn’t there to watch your back. He wasn’t there to make sure you wouldn’t get hurt. He wasn't there to make sure you didn't get yourself killed- the thought of it too horrible for him to even allow himself to think about. He worried because he knew in your line of business, every wrong move could be fatal and he couldn’t bare the thought of not having you by his side every day.

Listening to the sound of water leaking from the sealing above him, Bucky prayed you would be alright.

Turning a corner inside of the building, you were hoping the same.

Peaking around the edge of a wall you spotted two men, armed with batons. Taking a deep breath, you aimed for one of the men’s bullet proof vest, taking the shot and knocking him to the ground. Immediately the other man ran towards you with the baton raised in his hand.

Ducking as he swung the baton, you threw a punch to the man’s stomach, knocking him backwards, but just as you did the other man hit you in your back with the baton.

“Fuck!” You screamed out in pain, taking the man’s arm between your knees. You pulled the baton out of his hand as you stretched it in the other direction, causing him to yelp out in pain.

Once in your hand, you spun around, swinging the man in the face with the baton, knocking him unconscious. Dropping it to the floor, you pulled your taser from your belt, shocking the other man, forcing him to the ground.

“Y/n?” You heard Sam ask through the earpiece. “Y/n are you alright?”

Shoving the taser back in its slot and raising your gun once again, you stepped over the two men’s unconscious bodies, running down the hallway.

“I am now.” You huffed, placing one of your hands on your lower back. “When this is over, you’re paying for my chiropractor.”

Turning another corner, you were met with a man and a woman standing at the end of the hallway.

“Are you guys always in pairs?” You asked. “Frankly I think it’s unfair.”

When they said nothing, just raising their batons from their belts, you spoke up again.

“Where are my friends?” You asked more seriously.

“You’re about to find out.”

The woman running at you first, you hit the butt of your gun in her face causing her to wobble backwards but the second you did, you felt a burst of searing hot pain run throughout your face as the baton collided with your nose. Stumbling backwards, you felt as another of the baton’s swings hit your midsection, causing you to double over in pain.

The man tugged your collar as you felt another blow connect with your face.

Wheezing, you dropped the gun to your side.

Standing in front of you, the woman slid her baton back into her belt.

“See?” she said. “I’m sure your friends will be happy to see-”

As she spoke you carefully slid your dagger out of your belt, but before she was able to finish her sentence, you threw it cleanly at her, the dagger jamming itself through her shoulder, sticking her to the wall.

“Shit!” She shouted in pain.

Immediately afterwards, the man grabbed your coat shoving you against the wall only to throw another punch to your mouth. Rather than giving him the satisfaction of yelping out in pain, you headbutt the man, causing him to stumble backwards into his partner. Grabbing the baton from his hand, you swung it over his head, knocking him unconscious.

Spitting blood onto the ground, you heaved as you picked up your gun and the keys from the man’s waist, making your way over to the room on the right.

Swinging the door open, your eyes immediately fell onto the reinforced cell in front of you, Bucky and Sam rushing to the front. Stumbling over to the cell, you unlocked the door, swinging it open and leaning against it.

“Y/n?” You heard Bucky’s voice first as he ran over to you. “Fuck, look at you.”

Moving his hands to cup your face, not being able to help yourself from wincing, Bucky could feel his heart shatter in his chest. Sure, you had a few bruises here and there in the past but never this bad.

You had a deep gash across your nose that he was sure would need stitches along with a cut along your lip and a large bruise forming around your eye- and that was just your face.

Looking up and seeing his worried eyes, you shot him a quaint, bloody smile.

“You should see the other guys.” You joked.

You attempted to laugh, only to wheeze and begin to cough.

“Y/n this isn’t funny.” He said seriously. “You could have died. Sam should have never asked-”

“Bucky,” You cooed, reaching your hands up to cup his face. “I’m okay. Besides, I couldn’t leave my favorite boys in here could I?”

Feeling your fingertips against his face, he couldn’t help but melt into your touch. You always managed to make him a lovesick mess as if he was still fifteen and not a one hundred and six year-old man who had been to hell and back.

“Hate to break up the reunion,” Sam said. “But those guys will only be out for so long. We got to get out of here.”

After falling asleep on the car ride back to the Compound, you woke up in bed, the dim glow of the lamp shining on the night stand above you. Opening your eyes, you pushed yourself up in the bed, only for a shooting pain to spread throughout your torso. Not able to stop yourself, you yelped out in pain.

“Hey, hey,” You heard none other than Bucky’s voice beside you, one of his hands coming to rest on yours while the other adjusted your pillow. “Take it easy.”

“I am, Doc.” You lied, leaning against your newly adjusted pillow.

Tucking you in, Bucky shook his head, leaning on the nightstand beside you.

“We should have never let you go in alone.” He sighed, leaning his head on his hand. “I just felt sick the entire time. You could have died, Y/n. If they just hit you in the wrong spot... I’m never letting you go in alone again. I’m not letting you leave my sight.”

During your time as a member of the group, you and Bucky had grown incredibly close and during the past few months maybe even closer than friends. It was normal for him to worry- you never even had to wonder where he was during missions because he always had your back- but looking at his face now you could tell just how worried he had been and you couldn’t help but feel your heart break.

“Bucky,” You hummed. “You go on dangerous missions all the time alone. How am I any different?”

A silence settled over the two of you as Bucky squeezed your hand.

Not meeting your eyes, he spoke up again.

“Because I can’t lose you.” Bucky said, his voice nearly a whisper. “I can’t even think about what would happen if anything happened to you, Y/n. Even seeing the cuts and bruises on your face? I’m... I’m not the Winter Soldier anymore, but I think if you put me in a room with those people I would kill them for what they did to you. I almost broke us out of the cell myself because I hated the idea so much of you going in there on your own. If something happens to me... it’s different. Nothing can happen to you, Y/n. Nothing.”

Staring at the super soldier sat at your bedside, you began to feel tears prick in your eyes. You had cared for Bucky in a way that you had been too afraid to admit- not wanting to ruin your friendship- but as he sat there, confessing his feelings for you, you couldn’t help but feel your heart tug in your chest, just wanting him.

“Do you love me?” You asked finally before you could stop yourself.

Looking up at your injured face, he felt his breath catch in his throat. He wasn’t able to read you in the moment at all, your face straight, seriousness laced in ever bit. All he could think was that even with the black eye and the stitches across your nose, he had never seen someone as beautiful as you.

He knew his answer. There wasn’t a single part of him that doubted it.

“Yes.”

Hearing his answer, you stared at him and smiled.

“Are you sure?” You asked. “Do you love me as more than a teammate-”

“Y/n,” He cut you off, squeezing your hand once again. “As much as I love working with you, every time you call me your ‘teammate’ I want to go find a punching bag.”

Trying to bite back your smile, you couldn’t help but chuckle.

You hated calling him “only” your teammate just as much as he did- if not more. Knowing that he hated it just as much as you the entire time you used the word to disguise your true feelings made you feel as if a weight had been lifted off of your chest despite the aches that still consumed your being.

Bucky was more than your teammate, he was your partner.

“Oh Thank God.” You laughed. “I can’t tell you how many I’ve knocked off the hook after you called me your ‘friend’.”

Furrowing his eyebrows, he leaned in closer to you.

“What are you saying?” He asked.

Shaking your head in disbelief, you reached your free hand up to his hair, brushing it back with your hand.

“I’m saying,” You smiled. “that I love you too and that I’m not going anywhere, Buck.”

Leaning into your touch, a smile finally reached across his face. “You know, if it weren’t for your stitches, I would kiss you right now.”

“So my face isn’t too messed up then, right, Doc?” You asked. “If you still want to kiss me and all...”

Reaching your hand up to his lips, he pressed a soft kiss to your skin.

“You could never look bad, doll.” He hummed. “But promise me you won’t do that to me again. I almost had a heart attack, Y/n.”

Leaning your head against your pillow, admiring him, you smiled.

“I promise, Buck.”

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